#hop gets a bit flustered if people mention it

[luvwestwood]

❝ DOUBLE PENETRATED ❞ - Choso Kamo, Suguru Geto

— YOUR OLD HIGH-SCHOOL CLASSMATES DO YOUR NIPPLE PIERCINGS.

₊˚༊*·˚ warnings. nsfw(18+), piercer! choso/suguru, threesome, throat-fucking, resolved sexual tension, choso has a tongue piercing, suguru lip piercing, oral sex, orgasm denial, spitting, face slapping, dp (v/anal), creampies, cum eating, taking polaroids while fucking, filth, MENTIONS OF PIERCING PROCEDURES!

₊˚༊*·˚ notes. I fear that I may have gone crazy with the fucking. choso turned out to be the one with the tongue piercing, but dw.. sug has a lip piercing. cause I wanted to focus on suguru more, after some of you loved my previous piece about him! this is a repost, I experienced a few formatting issues. ty for 900! <3 s/o to my dear rya for coming up with this amazing title 😭

4,562 words (15m read)

Finally, it had come after all; the day you were to get your nipples pierced. Standing in front of the studio, you take a deep breath— half of you wanting to back out, but the other just screaming 'fuck it.'

As soon as you enter, a chime goes off above your head, the man behind the counter hauling his eyelids up to see who it was.

He seems familiar, you thought. Long, raven colored hair; and those piercings... "..Suguru?"

His head cocks forward; like some meerkat, "Is that.. who I think it is?" Suguru hops off the stool, stepping away from the counter. Bringing you in for a big warm hug, he pulls away; taking a good look at you as he does. A silver glint catching your eye; it seems that he had gotten a lip piercing done, a metal ring hugging the flesh.

"Damn, you look good. I haven't seen you since what, high school grad'?" he warmly smiles, his forearm still resting on your back. Both you and Suguru had left high school on a good note; he had tend to hang out with the more, known people in school— although he was someone you could tolerate.

Flustered, you divert your gaze; Suguru walking back around before you could speak. "..Yeah, I never knew that you worked here," moving closer towards the countertop, you rested against your two hands, leaning slightly.

"Mhm, you probably remember Choso? He works here too. I mean, he owns this place." Suguru's eyes busy scanning the bookings, you blink frantically, trying to remember who 'Choso' was. Choso Kamo, perhaps? He adds on, "..You coming in for an appointment? For what?"

"..Choso? That's not really ringing a bell. And uh, I'm here to get my.. nips done..." your voice trails off slightly, embarrassed that your old high school classmate sees you after years; but here, in the middle of getting your tits pierced.

He smiles slightly, alarm bells ringing at those two exact words coming out of your mouth. "Ah.. Choso's gonna be heartbroken for sure if he finds out that you've completely forgotten him." He marks your name off the list of bookings, standing up straight. "Being that you were so quiet back in high school, I never expected you to get your tits done."

Warmth rushing through your body, you nervously let out a laugh, "..People change, I guess.." You purse your lips, mentally slapping yourself at how awkward the conversation has turned.

"Well said, how 'bout you come along with me. Choso's gonna be helping you out today." He steps out of the counter once again, gesturing you to follow behind him.

You both walk through some curtains leading to the back of the studio, Suguru bringing you into a room with dark interior; a leather piercing bed taking up space in the middle of the room.

Another man was sitting on a wheeled stool beside a counter, his back turned to you. Seems like he's busy sterilising some equipment..

"Cho," Suguru calls out, the man glances behind his shoulder, fully spinning the stool around in surprise. "Look who I've got with me!"

Choso's eyes widen, mouth gaped after having not see you for a few years. He looks, so different. Too different. His hair a bit longer, but he decided to keep it down. It was no longer tied up in two pigtails like back in high school; both him and Suguru have turned into.. Good looking men; real men..

"..Choso?" you quietly call out , a type of tension lingering throughout the air— a room with two guys and one girl about to get her tits pierced by her old high school classmates, ones that she last expected to see.

Suguru slouches onto the sofa in the corner, hands holding a polaroid camera. "Our old classmate here has come today to get her tits done," He sticks one eye into the viewfinder, snapping a quick photo of his surroundings. "Also- If you don't mind, we tend to take polaroids of our customers after the finished piercing. Your face won't be caught in it, don't worry."

"Uh yeah, that's fine." You flashed a smile, before placing your coat and bag on the armrest beside Suguru, behind you could hear Choso finally speaking.

"..If you wanna just take a seat right here, and make yourself comfortable." He pats on the leather bed beside him, Choso stealing a quick stare down your body, noticing what has changed about you over these past few years. Pretty face like always, a fatter ass.. and..

"..Kay," hestitant, you scoot yourself onto the bed, leaning your head against the soft cushion. You breathe deeply, nervous about the fact that they were literally about to see your tits. But hey, it's their job, right? ..Why is Suguru still here though?

Choso takes note of your anxious demeanor, adjusting the lamp above you. He goes and slips on a pair of black latex gloves, before spinning back around; stumbling with his choice of words. You dart your eyes to the Choso making an array of strange noises, until he finally knows what to say.

"I'm gonna need you to uh, take that off." He points a finger at your shirt, his hand withdrawing immediately. You quickly understood what he meant, sitting yourself up on the bed.

"Right, yeah.." Your hands like frost from feeling timid, they graze against your skin as you took off your shirt; you had chosen not to wear a bra today, as it felt like it made sense. Your nipples instantly go erect from the cold touch of your fingers.

...And a nice pair of tits. That's the last thing Choso was meant to say. He swallows some spit, offering to take your shirt to keep it safely to the side, Suguru looking at you with the corner of his eye, grinning.

You lay back on the bed, the cold leather causing you to shiver all over again. Choso wheels the stool closer to you, his hand holding an antibacterial wipe. "..Alright, I think we'll go with a straight barbell. It's one of the safest options." Nodding in response, he goes on with the procedure.

He gives the surface of your tits a quick wipe, making them jiggle slightly— Choso tries his best to not let his mind trail off somewhere else. He's pierced multiple before but, something about you just had him whipped.. Especially after not seeing you for ages.

He looks at you for a moment before leaning in, trying not to smile at you all nervous underneath him; feeling your body tense under his touch as he firmly grabs your tits to leave markings with the pen.

"..Just relax yourself for me," he says, lowly, your feet stopping their kicking down the end of the bed. You study his face closely as he focuses on leaving perfect marks over your nipples to indicate where the piercing will go, his hot breath slightly fanning over your skin. You could hear Suguru in the background humming to the music on the radio, tapping away on his phone, and the same polaroid resting on his lap.

Choso pulls away allowing you to take a look at where he had drawn the markings. It took him a lot of strength to keep himself from latching his mouth onto your breasts then and there. "Approved?" He clicks the cap of the marker back on, tossing it to the side.

"..Approved," You give him a small, affirming smile as he gets the other tools ready. A clamp in his one hand, and a needle in the other, he holds them out.

"It's gonna hurt like a bitch for a few seconds, but it will be over before you know it." Reassuring you, you could only nod once more; licking your dried lips as you had ran out of words to say.

You try not to shut your eyes as you feel the cold clamp clutch onto your nipple, thinking that it would be bad etiquette if you did. Instead, you turn your head to the side, seeing Suguru still relaxed on the couch. He grins, but before you know it; the stinging of the needle hits you, a mewl coming out of your mouth.

"Good girl, just breathe," he coos, "I'm almost done with the other one." You bite down on your lip, certain that you had left a bruise behind. What felt like more than minutes, the stinging comes to a halt; numbing taking its place. You could feel Choso lay his gloved hands on your bare stomach, letting you know he had finished. "All done, you took that like a champ."

Turning your head back to it's original position, your eyes travel down to your chest, seeing the metal barbels inserted into both nipples. You smile, Suguru coming close to the bed with the polaroid.

"Oh, they look good." Suguru puts out, "I'm jealous of whoever gets to see these." His lips curl into a smirk as his eye goes near the viewfinder. You disregard his comment, busy looking at your freshly pierced tits.

"You happy with them?" Choso asks, wiping away at some equipment.

"I love them, thanks, Choso." You say, itching to poke at them but both men attempt to grab your wrist, causing you to look up; your eyes alternating between the two.

"Don't be touching them all the time," Suguru says sternly, meanwhile Choso on the other hand says something completely different.

"If.. you know, someone wants to, latch onto them- don't allow it," Choso continues, his blood curdling at the thought of someone else taking his own work for their pleasure. "..It needs to fully heal."

Cautiously, you nod, retracting your hand to lay it down on your side. Suguru switches up the topic, excited with the camera in his hand. "Ready to take a few pics? I'd say smile, but you aren't in them anyway."

"Of course," you sit up on the bed, perking your tits out as Suguru focused the lens on them. Choso bunches your hair up in his fist, bringing the strands behind your back so that the camera could get a clearer view of your chest. His grip delicate, but your stomach churns at how his long, slender fingers scratch off your nape.

You blink at the bright flash going off, the film peeking out of the slit at the top. Suguru takes it, flopping it around in the air for the picture to come through. He sets it down on the table nearby, with an intention to take more.

"Could you move yourself a little bit to the left?" Suguru's eye still stuck in the viewfinder, he orders you around with a gesture; his only sight of you being through the lens.

"..Like this?" you respond, after scooting slightly to the side; your hair still in Choso's grip, which accidentally feels like a harsh tug as soon as you move away— immediately, he lets go.

Choso mutters quietly under his breath, "Ah..- sorry."

Suguru brings the camera away from his face, his free hand suddenly grabbing onto the side of your waist; positioning you like a delicate doll. Your breath hitches, taken aback by his sudden movements.

He puts the viewfinder up to his eye again, snapping another valuable photo of you. The film comes out of the slit again, Suguru carrying out the same routine he had done with the previous picture.

Exhausted, you lay back down on the bed; though Suguru sees this as a perfect opportunity for another pic. "Hmm... Just- stay like that, yeah?" He says, the bright flash filling your vision with white.

You giggle, feeling as if you were a model taking boudoir, fully naked. You arch your back against the leather playfully, your chest protruding and extremely close to the lens, Suguru smiling and continuing to take more photos.

Choso remains silent as he slips the gloves off, a painful strain forming against his pants as he watched you pose so lewdly in front of him, you weren't the same girl as the one he knew back in high school.

Multiple photos scatter the table; Suguru having to go and fetch more film from the drawers.

Both of you had moved to the sofa in the corner, multiple pictures of you kneeling, biting your finger with your tits perked out to the camera; all pieces of film had covered parts of the floor. You were having a bit too much fun.

Choso, his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek. Refusing to be provoked, he stands up from the stool; making his way over to the sofa to take a seat beside you.

Suguru praises you, picking up a few of the photos that had finished processing. He remains anchored between your legs, towering over your body that was kneeled on the sofa. "They came out great, don't you think?" He holds one closely for you to see, your head tilting to take a peek.

"That one looks good," you point, Suguru approvingly nodding in response; although Choso makes a sudden comment, one that caught you by surprise.

Toying with the ends of your hair, Choso twirls them around his finger. The slight touch from his fingertips sending chills down your spine. "..So, who's gonna be lucky enough to see them?" he says, calmly; his voice not showing one bit of repentance. He was certain with his choice of words.

Confused, you turn to him, suppressing a titter. "..No one, I just really wanted this for myself.." you say, Choso nodding slowly; feeling slight relief at your answer.

“Probably can’t wait to show them off, huh?” Choso’s words sharp, digging into you like daggers; “..Just walking around, tits poking through your shirt, so everyone could see..”

All of a sudden, he yanks your hair back, and you let out a wail; your eyes meeting with Suguru’s above you. Seeing him grinning at you all helpless from the top, his hand reaches down to rest on your face; thumb caressing your cheekbone.

Looking at Choso— your eye moving to the side, his expression blank; but clearly, he was enjoying every bit of this.

“..I’d say we put her in her place,” Suguru says, his voice growing low; observing how easily you succumb to their touch. You could feel Choso’s grip let loose in your hair, and instead, his lips find their way to your neck; a hum crawling from his throat.

You whimper, Choso leaving a trail of wet kisses down the soft skin of your neck, softly gasping as he managed to move you around, laying you down against the edge of the sofa.

“W-wait, Choso..” you whispered, his lips moving from your chest down to your stomach, being careful to not meddle with your freshly done nipples, his hands roaming all over the gummy flesh on your waist.

You watch as he goes down on you, until a sudden grab at your chin lures you away, “Up here baby,” he purrs, your eyes misty— Suguru’s lips lock onto yours, tongues intertwining with each other as he groans into the kiss. You manage to swipe at his metal lip ring in the midst of it; the kiss so filthy and disgusting, nothing but neediness controlling it.

Choso on the other end pulling at your pants, allowing you to shimmy them off; leaving you in your underwear. Cock harder than ever, he licks against the material, the metal orb on his tongue poking through— he had a tongue piercing? He just couldn't wait to have you. A wet stain remains on the cotton, as he nibbles at the fabric before tearing it apart fully.

You let out a breathy moan into the kiss with Suguru, the ball on Choso’s tongue prodding at your clit, he alternates between licking and sucking. Occasionally, he plants kisses on the inside of your thighs; excessively groaning as he takes in all of you.

His large hands wrap around the plump of your legs, bringing you closer to his face; his grunts tickling you each time he slurped, eating you out as if you were his last meal.

Everything going on felt sinful; two men playing with you at the same time, but oh—did you want more.

Suguru pulls away, the camera placed on the ground; a long string of saliva connecting you two. Hands trembling as he reaches down for the buckle on his belt, undoing it swiftly— not fully pulling his pants down but instead grabbing for his cock; letting it hang freely from his boxers.

Your eyes frantically blinking at the size, so girthy, and long; you grab onto and tug at Choso’s strands as you felt him fuck into you with the tip of his tongue, your mouth gaping— Suguru seeing this as an advantage to stuff your mouth full of his cock.

A guttural sound crawling out of his throat, the warmth that your mouth enclosed over his cock doing his head in. His hips move back and forth, head falling back as he dug his fingers into your scalp, bobbing your head up and down his length. “Fuck.. just like that,” he groans, looking down at you taking him whole. “Good girl, how about we train this throat of yours..”

Suguru pushes into your throat as deep as he can go, your eyes brimming with tears; the tip of your nose tickled by his pubes— “Just breathe baby, breathe..” He says so easily with a devilish grin, enjoying the pure panic on your face.

He stills in your throat for a few seconds before completely pulling your mouth off his cock— spit running down your chin, his entire length glistening with it.

You let out a cry, your head crashing back into the sofa as you feel Choso stick two digits into you, his tongue relentlessly gliding over your clit as he does so, enjoying every single one of your desperate mewls.

Suguru rewards you with a slap on your cheek, a stinging mark stays behind. Lightly tapping on the side of your face, he compels you to open your mouth; dropping an orb of spit into the hole. “Swallow it,” and you obey, sticking out your tongue to prove it. “So obedient..”

You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter by the second, before Choso hauls his head up from between your legs. Suguru’s hands clawed in your scalp; allowing him to move you around like a ragdoll— his strength making you stand up from the sofa.

Your head tilts to one side, Suguru leaning closely to your ear; “Go and give Cho' a ride, he’ll be upset if you leave him out.”

Trying to peer your eyes down to take a look at what Choso was up to, you see him struggling to undo the buttons on his pants, so eager to spend yet another minute with you.

As soon as he gets them off, he takes his thick cock in his grasp; giving it a small jerk, spitting into his hand before rubbing the slobber all over.

“..Go on, make him feel good,” Suguru whispers, pushing you closer towards Choso— you land in his lap, mind-fucked; you immediately grab his face, leaning in for yet another sloppy kiss, Choso melting into your touch.

His hands trying to position his tip at your entrance, he pulls away from the kiss for a moment; “Come on.. Sit on it,” his eyes look up into yours, almost as if he were begging.

You glance behind you, sinking down onto his cock without thinking twice. You clutch onto the fabric of his shirt, wrinkling it all together. Choso places a few kisses on your jaw, his eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of your tight walls closing in on him.

“Doing so good for me,” he whispers against your skin, “Start to move when you can, just be mindful of your piercings.”

You nod, furrowing your brows and lips parting, foreheads leaning against each other as you start to bounce up and down, his entire length filling you up and stretching your hole out, you endlessly chant his name like a prayer.

Choso’s cold hands running through your hair, trying moving loose strands away from your face. A snap goes off behind you, a familiar white flash blinding your sights— Suguru taking a photo of this pornographic moment, he takes the film and tosses it onto the ground before bringing his attention back to you.

A hand snakes onto your shoulder from behind, possibly Suguru. A pair of hands belonging to Choso resting on your hips as you moved up and down his cock, his head falling heavy into the sofa’s cushion in pure gratification.

The hand on your shoulder rushes to your mouth, covering it as you felt another cock enter your ass; a string of muffled moans trapped against the palm of Suguru’s hand.

Two cocks fucking into you at the same time, your eyes roll to the back of your head; feeling both tips in your guts, Suguru’s cock pounding into you harder than Choso’s.

You were just full of dick, and you loved it, Choso fighting the urge to hold onto your tits bouncing in his face; knowing it would be a bad idea to. He didn’t want to risk it, possibly infecting anything.

Your ass rippling against Suguru’s pelvis, you let out a long, laboured moan, your toes curling at the sensation. Suguru’s hand reaches under your chin, his voice almost mokcing you. The tips of his fingers tap against your jaw again, “You love being stuffed with our cocks, don’t you?”

You could only nod, your eyes closing as you indulged in the pleasure; mind completely blank— fear arousing in you from how feral Suguru has become; but it turns you on even more.

“Use your words, tell me you love it. Tell me.” Suguru firmly grips onto your face, moving it in all sorts of directions.

You hiccup, tears stained with hot tears. “I-I love your cocks so much, I.. I need more,” managing to choke out, he somewhat seems satisfied enough with your answer.

He peels away from you, and so does his cock, your asshole completely stretched out; your holes aching. You try to stamp your legs, squirming from all the different things coming at you .

Choso slides out of you too, his heavy cock slapping onto his abdomen. He didn't allow himself to cum. Nor did he let you. “You hear that Suguru? The slut said she wants more.” Fucked like a whore, you felt empty and lost without any cock inside of you.

Choso pushes you aside on the sofa, getting up and making his way towards the end— Suguru swapping positions with him; this time he aligned his tip with your hole, taking over as he fucked you from behind.

Suguru’s hand presses down on your back, forcing you into a more defined arch, his hips thrusting into you mercilessly, practically fucking you into the sofa. You cry into the cushions, pleading him to slow down; your hand reaching back. Suguru snapping a quick photo of his cock moving in and out of you— getting a perfect shot of you bent over in front of him.

The crisp sound of the film leaving the slit rings through your ears, before you could hear the photo falling onto the ground.

Choso guides your head back up, bringing you to eye level with his cock, forcing your mouth back down his length. He was on the verge of losing his mind too— did he want to keep you to himself forever, so he could fuck you every hour, day, week.

You were being stuffed both ends; gagging noises emitting from your throat as Choso fucked into your front like a flesh-light, Suguru on the other end drilling into you like a mad man. His leg props up onto the sofa for leverage, allowing himself to rut into you deeper than before.

You whimper all over Choso’s cock, buckets of spit spilling down his shaft, then to the ground as he used your mouth as he desired, your holes at both end not being shown any remorse.

A cacophony of moans and skin slapping echoes throughout the room, along with the faint melody coming from the radio.

“I-I’m gonna cum in this pussy,” Suguru whines, his nails digging into the skin on your hips, clutching onto the flesh trying to fucking you back onto his cock as he chased his orgasm.

A creamy ring forms at his shaft, his hands reaching down to your clit to lazily rub circles, urging you to cum as well. “Let it out baby, m-make a mess all over me.”

You grip onto the sofa’s arm rests, letting out a long groan over Choso’s cock again, your body spasming as your orgasms washed over you. Your legs shake and jitter, both feet kicking in overstimulation.

Choso pulls you by the hair off his cock, red tip slapping against your lips as he jerked himself off to his high, forcing his length back into your mouth— ropes of warm cum coated every inch of your throat.

He slides himself out for a second, the remaining spurts of his load decorating your face. “Pretty..” He breathes out, chest heaving. Choso leans in, nastily kissing you on the lips, getting a taste of his own cum off your tongue as he does.

The sight so lewd, both your saliva and remnants of his load trickling down your mouth. You try and swallow the rest, Choso smiling, so proud.

Suguru ends up bottoming into you, his hips rocking deeply in rhythm with each time his balls tighten; your brains fucked to the point that you could only think about cock.

He spills his own load into your womb, completely filling you up with his thick cum that was bound to leak out of you as soon as he pulls out; in fact, you were stuffed with cum on both ends.

Suguru strikes a spank on your ass, tenderly massaging the flesh afterwards, spreading your cheeks as he slowly slides out; cock heavily hanging as his eyes watched his cum drip out of your stretched hole.

He reaches for the camera, taking one last snapshot of your fucked up holes as a sentimental memory, grabbing the film and tossing the camera to the side.

Suguru bends down towards your pussy, licking up a bit of his cum out of you before mixing it with some saliva, spitting the ball back into your pussy, rubbing it everywhere with the help of his fingers.

Choso walks around, slouching back into the sofa; Suguru gently seating you down beside him, being mindful of your trembling legs.

All three of you remain seated, focused on trying to calm you down; the studio was littered with film everywhere, the room stinking of pure, filthy sex— bodies warm, sticky, and covered with sweat. Everyone trying to recollect themselves; faces blushed with red.

You could feel Choso’s hands run through your hair, remembering how hard they were both tugging on your scalp earlier. Suguru also rubbing your thigh up and down, soothing your nerves. Your body ached, completely fucked out of your skin.

“..I think we should have you in for a weekly dick appointment instead.”

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[kanekoii]

How do you think Luxiem and Noctyx would react to collabing with the Reader who is a popular indie vtuber and their kamaoshi?

lyra’s notes -> methinks…you should read and find out

pairings -> luxiem, noctyx x gn! indie vtuber! kamioshi! reader

!! since this is intended to be romantic sorta, reader is male in uki’s part !!

genre -> scenario

song -> don’t wake me up - jonas blue & why don’t we

warnings -> they all have a crush on u, food in mysta’s part, joking mention of death in fuglur’s

VOX AKUMA ->

he’s going full adorable fanboy about it, screaming with joy when you agree to collab with him and freaking out over it on his twitter- i mean x. xitter. he will be so stoked about the opportunity to talk to you in person when he usually just lurks in your chat. he’ll take the opportunity to flirt with you and try to show off a little bit, only to fail miserably and be met with a laugh. yet he still made you laugh, so mission accomplished. he was so excited to collaborate with you and make you laugh, and he’s sure to ask to collab in the future.

IKE EVELAND ->

compliments. so many compliments. he’ll straight up tell you how excited he is to work with you and how you’re his kamioshi. ike will be sure to tell you how adorable he thinks you are and just how much he genuinely admires you. he is so absolutely smitten that poor boy can barely handle talking to you without blushing or getting flustered. the more times you collaborate, the more used to it he’ll become and the more he’ll start to hint at his crush on you.

LUCA KANESHIRO ->

he didn’t even believe you’d ask. you’re his literal kamioshi and you asked to collaborate with HIM of all people? he’s absolutely grateful for the opportunity to work with you and be able to talk to you more than just occasional comments in your chat when he’s not streaming. it was an off-collab too, so you’d be seeing him in person to see if he was just as pretty off camera as he was on. someone (me) akasupa’d and asked to give opinions on each other and the revelation that you loved his content just as much as or even more than he loved yours had his heart soaring.

SHU YAMINO ->

he would get SO flustered and nervous before you hop on call together to play the horror game he had chosen. it would likely lead to poor boy getting more scared than usual just because he’s nervous to be talking to someone he admires that much for the first time. he would most definitely try to flex his math skills too as some weird way of trying to gain your attention. every time he makes you even smile with his silly comments, his heart will soar out of pure pride.

MYSTA RIAS ->

he’s keeping it cool. or at the very least, he’s trying to. he knows his personality type doesn’t appeal to everyone and he’s so happy when he finds that you actually enjoy his loud yet introverted personality and his weird antics. the stream you did together was you teaching him how to cook without poisoning everyone. please teach him how to wash rice properly and how to cook it without the starch water. please i’m begging teach him how to cook and he will be so happy, bragging to chat that he learned this recipe from you.

FULGUR OVID ->

hooligan wants to play co-op rage games with you just to see you mald and absolutely lose it. hear me out, what if he invites you to a crab game or among us collab and introduces you to everyone and he gets teased for teaming with you and trying to essentially carry you. instead of die for nari it’s die for you. he will see to it personally that you win every game you play together just as a little chance to impress you and get you to smile. that would make him SO happy.

SONNY BRISKO ->

cutie will be so taken aback to see you in his chats sometimes, so a collaboration would be more than heaven to him. he looks up to you and your content so much that he’s sure he’s dreaming when he has a full conversation with you on stream. your collective chats ship it SO much. imagine all the ship edits when you do a stream together in person as an off-collab.

UKI VIOLETA ->

(male reader for this one) he would definitely do a baking stream! much like the ones he’s done with his fellow nijisanji en members, he gives vague instructions and you try to figure it out from there. while uki is muted, his viewers would be subject to comments about oh my god he’s adorable he’s trying so hard to make me happy. ugh boy is down bad and let’s just say there will be so many more streams like that in the near future <3

ALBAN KNOX ->

he’s SO insanely shy and nervous it’s adorable. though, as the stream with you goes on, he becomes less nervous and goes back to his normal silly self. if he needs to, he’ll break out the mickey voice to make you laugh but that’s a last resort. his personality compliments yours in such a way that it’s just so enjoyable to watch, and he’s such a comforting person to be around as well.

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[rxdidz]

I was wondering if you could do an aonung fic where him and the reader both like each other but neither of them know how the other feels and loak and tsireya end up getting them to confess to each other. 💜

༊*·˚ maybe he didn’t hate you.

✦ ao’nung x fem!omatikaya! reader

✦ synopsis: ao’nung hasn’t spoken to you and you’re convinced he hates you. in reality, you’re both crushing hard n both too scared to say anything, until tsireya talks to you n lo’ak talks to ao’nung 🤭

“y/n are you sure?”

“yes tsireya, i don’t like your brother, even if i did theres no way he could like me.” you shrugged, splashing around in the water.

“and why not?” she questioned.

“he’s never even spoke to me. all he does is give me evil glares, and yesterday he called me and kiri skxawng.”

“maybe he makes fun of you because he likes you.” lo’ak smirked.

you splashed him “shut up, aonung isn’t my type anyway.” you crossed your arms.

“i think you might be his though.” tsireya commented, petting her skimwing.

you hesitated, as you saw ao’nung laughing and walking with his friends, he saw your glance and his smile slowly faded as he caught up with them.

he definitely hates me. you thought.

lo’ak swam over to you, sitting on the dock.

“okay, me and ao’nung are okay now.. so, i could ask him if he likes you if you want?” he asked.

“are you actually being nice to me?”

“im serious!”

“well, no thank you. i don’t need rejection right now.”

you’re brother rolled his eyes at your obliviousness and hopped back in the water.

-

you helped tsireya with her chores and talked with the other metkayina people, you had a specific person on your mind though.

“uh, reya?”

“yes y/n?” she smiled.

“where’s ao’nung? just, usually he’s here and it’s a bit late..” you mumbled.

tsireya gave you a look of sympathy and put her things down.

“come.”

you obliged as she dragged you away from the other girls.

“y/n i shouldn’t be telling you this, and do not tell him i told you this because he’d kill me, im not joking.” she said, holding your hands in hers and rolling her eyes when she mentioned getting killed.

“what is it..?” you asked, cautious.

“ao’nung doesn’t hate you, he likes you! he’s never liked anyone so he’s being stupid. i’ve never seen him talk to a girl before so he’s probably nervous.” she shrugged.

you blinked and got flustered, smiling big.

“tsireya, are you sure?”

“yes, he’s with lo’ak and the others in the sea, if you want to see him.” she winked, letting go of your hands and joining her friends.

-

you bit your lip and mentally prepared yourself, you saw ao’nung alone in the water. tsireya was wrong, now it was just the two of you and you were more nervous than before.

“ao’nung?”

he came out from under the water and his gaze softened. “hi..”

you smiled, remembering what tsireya told you. you made your way into the water and swam to him. “where were you today?”

he tilted his head and furrowed his brows “why?” he asked.

“i don’t know, i was worried. you didn’t come to swimming lessons and you weren’t at your marui.”

“you were worried about me?” he asked, almost like you told the biggest lie in the world.

“yes!” you answered.

he looked anywhere but at you and sighed. “i was with lo’ak a couple minutes ago and the whole day we were just pissing around. good?”

“better.” you answered, laughing.

his heart fluttered at the sound of your laugh and he hated it. he didn’t know how to process his feelings at all.

“i like your laugh.” he mumbled.

“sorry?” you questioned, obviously you heard him.

“you heard me.” he groaned.

“no! i didn’t, tell me again!” you said, splashing him.

“cut it out!” he laughed, splashing you back.

after your shared laugh, it got quiet again and you two just stared into each other’s eyes. it wasn’t awkward, it was kinda safe

“im in love with you.” he admitted. he realized what came out of his mouth and his eyes widened. he began to swim to shore.

“ao’nung i love you too.” you said, grabbing his arm.

“you’re being serious?” he asked, his lips curving into a smile.

“yes.” you answered, swimming closer to him.

“good.. because if you weren’t i would have to kill your brother.” he said.

“wait wh-”

he cut you off by cupping your face and meeting your lips with his. the kiss was passionate but also needy, you wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

maybe he didn’t hate you.

#lo’ak and tsireya high fiving in the background #avatar x reader #avatar 2 x reader #awow spoilers #awow x reader #aonung x reader #aonung #ao’nung x you #ao’nung x y/n #aonung x y/n #lo’ak x reader #neteyam x you #kiri x you

[sushibatebue]

T S A W K S Y U L - sun lilly

Pairing: agedup!Neteyam x omatikaya!fem!reader

Words: 1k+ (7 min.)

Warnings: fluff, love confessions, mentions of mating, use of y/n, a slight insecure reader, wounds, bit of swearing, sexual thoughts, making out, jealousy

A/N: ok so I don't even know why I made this but I am completely obsessed with Avatar and Neteyam sooo why not write if I enjoy reading it sm? Btw English ain't my first language so there might be some wrongly written words, nevertheless I hope you like it!

Translations:

Oel ngati kameie - I see you

Paywll - water plant (used for medicine)

Maite - my daughter

"Sometimes two souls are matched by Eywa herself."

His grandmother once said, and that was exactly what crossed Neteyam's mind when he first saw you. You were both about 11 and he, alongside his brother were walking towards the healing tent after Lo'ak fell because of a vine.

And there you were, mixing up medicine with your new friend Kiri for the Tsahìk.

"You can't never get away from trouble can you child?"

Lo'ak scratched the back of his neck and sat down waiting for his grandmother to patch him up. Neteyam on the other hand found himself gawking at the new girl, with a tsawksyul resting on her ear, standing right in front of him.

She was beautiful, no, alluring. Everything inside him tingled when she turned her face to hand Mo'at a misture of plants and now Neteyam was wishing he was the one tripping over vine so that he would be cured by whatever was made by the girl's hands.

"Oh brother, this is my new friend Y/N."

Y/N Y/N Y/N, her name rang on his head like a song that never stopped musing.

"Oel ngati kameie, Neteyam." She held 2 of her 4 fingers to her forehead and dropped them, greeting Neteyam in the most unintentionall graceful way.

"Oel ngati kameie, Y/N"

He struggles to breath, the mighty warrior Neteyam was shaking because of a girl?

He knew his siblings noticed his flustered behavior, but he didn't care. He only cared about finding out everything about this Y/N, this behavior seemed to stay untouched for the following 7 years...

"Mama! I'm going to pick up some more paywll for the Tsahìk."

Your voice rang inside the tent you and your family lived. "Okay, maite. Just be safe and do not come home after eclipse, yeah?"

"Yup!"

You say as you walk out of your house, casually jumping to fasten your step. Teníu your ikran seemed to be already waiting for you and you immediately hop on top of him to sore in the beautiful sky, although you enjoyed being a healer sometimes you wished you could just fly across Pandora with no due time.

That was always on your mind but you cared too much for your people, who else would cheer up the young children while healing their swollen bruises, or patch up the hunters?

Well, someone else probably would but you like the fact everyone liked you, even the most sour kids.

While caught up with your own thoughts you fail to notice the na'vi in front of you preparing to make a clean kill on an animal.

"Oh shit-"

You bumped on the boy's back and he missed his target, something unusual for him. Him being no other than Neteyam.

"I am so sorry 'Teyam, I didn't see you- well I did see you but I didn't really mark your presence."

You ramble an apology to your friend and crush, hoping he could endure your stupidity, but the boy was barely listening to you if he was being honest, your voice was now a background sound while he discreetly admired your body and how your skin was glowing from the sun.

"It's all good Y/N, no need to tire yourself, I wasn't even interested in the kill." That was a lie. He actually needed that kill to bring home for lunch, but speaking with you was far more interesting than a meal. Plus, he made a promise to his parents to start courting you at the Hunt festival, not he didn't think to do it since forever but he just didn't have the courage. What if you rejected him and it made things awkward? He couldn't bare being apart from you.

"Oh, good then." You smile and your eyes wondered his body looking for wounds, a habit you seemed to pick up ever since you tasked yourself with healing.

"Come, you have a big cut right here, on your shoulder. I shall patch you up before it gets infected."

"Y/N, there is no need for that I am fine and it's not that big."

You looks at him with your doll like eyes and he immediately knows there is no way he can convince you to not patch him up.

You grab his forearm and he immediately took a deep breath, calming his body, or more so his cock. He did this everytime your hands were on him and he loved and hated when you patched him up because as soon as you were done with it, he knew he had to pleasure himself while thinking the most obscene things about you.

He knew it probably wasn't the right thing to do, and he sometimes felt shame for having these thoughts about you but he couldn't help it.

You arrived back into high camp and dragged the boy to the healers tent, your second home.

You unwrap the paywll you picked up and immediately started working on your favorite patient.

His skin was soft, and his gaze was stuck on you, amazed by your concentrated face. He was always struck by how beautiful and graceful you were, and he knew he wasn't the only one who thought this. In fact, he heard everyday comments from other hunters on your beauty. But they don't know you like he does, they don't deserve you like he does. If he could choose when to take his last breath, it would next to you, just so he could take your devine scent with him.

"Y/N?"

His voice was a whisper now, hell, he could barely hear his own voice now.

"Yes, I'm almost done."

"Y/N, do you like anyone?"

Your freckles glowed and you avoided his eyes at all cost.

"Y-yes of course, I like everyone."

You say, trying desperately to cover up your massive crush on the boy you were healing. He couldn't know, not when he probably already has his mate promised, not when he basically see's you like a another little sister of his.

"Not like that. Like, is there anyone you would like to mate with? We're at the age of finding a mate..."

You felt sadness wash over you now, although you knew what he was saying is true, you didn't want to talk about mating. Not when the one you truly wanted to mate with was far from your reach.

"Maybe..."

The silent was scratching your skin in a very uncomfortable way and you were counting the seconds till you where finished with the cut.

"Who?"

His voice was stern and with a hint of jealousy, but he couldn't control it. You with someone else but him? Never.

Your silence was not helping either, not that he wasn't confident but you always seemed so distant and uncomfortable when he talked about love or mating, perhaps even sad...

"Is it Naran?"

You shake your head still not daring to look at him.

"Heatey?" "No, no Neteyam it's not-"

He grabs your thigh with one hand and your chin with the other forcing eye contact with his eyes, looking desperately for an answer.

"Who is it then?"

He was starting to get close, too close. You could feel his hot breath on your plump lips and his fingers gripping your thigh ever so slightly.

"Neteyam..."

You sigh, it was him you liked. It was him you loved but you weren't able to make yourself say it, not when he's so close and-

His lips connect into yours. It was sweet and perfect just like you imagined, maybe it even surpassed your expectations. You both start moving in sync like you've done this for your whole life but it was only the first time your lips met someone else's.

He licks your bottom lip asking nicely for permission to enter your mouth, now what started as an innocent puppy love first kiss, turned into a heated make out, both craving each other. Not that you didn't want it but you were question if you were doing it right.

After a rough minute you pull away, a string of spit being attached to your swollen lip.

"Say it Y/N. Please..."

He begged with faded eyes.

"You, you are the... I love you 'Teyam"

He absolutely despised when other girls called him Teyam, with their annoying squealing voice. But you... Eywa, you said it in the most pleasing way for a word to be spoken. All he wanted to hear for as long as he met you was just said in the most perfect way.

He kissed you again, wanting to be stuck in your mouth forever.

"I love you Y/N, I love you so much it's arduous to breath when you're not by my side. It hurts to walk when I know that at the end you won't be there greet me. I am madly in love you."

You huff a breathy chuckle not believing your dream has just changed to a reality.

He smiles still holding your heated cheeks.

"I have something for you."

Your ears twitch in curiosity, as he pulls out a neck piece, obviously made with tsawksyul. It was beautiful.

"Wow Neteyam..."

You admire the accessory, stunned by it's beauty.

"Y/N I was originally going to give this to you tomorrow, to ask you to be mate but I cannot wait any longer. When I saw you for the first time, you were wearing a tsawksyul on your hair. It was beautiful, you were beautiful. It became my favorite flower and my favorite material, everytime I see one I think of you, I guess that's why I love them so much, I see them all the time."

He looks down and takes a deep breath like he always wanted to say this, but took himself back everytime.

"I want you to wear this necklace so I don't have to see a tsawksyul to have your image on my mind. I want it to be backwards. I want to think of tsawksyul's when I see you."

Tears were threatening from falling off your eyes as you hug him and feel a grunt coming form him.

"Oh fuck, I'm sorry I forgot about your cut."

"It's fine, I can handle a cut. What I can't handle is your rejection."

He arched his eyebrow and you giggle softly to yourself.

"I would love to be your mate Ma Neteyam."

Ma Neteyam... He could definitely get used to this. In fact, he wanted to hear that every day.

"I love you."

He says again connection both of your foreheads while cupping your cheeks like he always wanted, like you always wanted.

Is it just me, or does this lowkey slap? 🤭

Anyways I hope you guys liked it! (And lmk if you want a part 2, perhaps with some smut)

🫶🏽

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[ferris-the-wheel]

gn!reader x characters

: ̗̀➛ Scenario: Reader found their boyfriend's wallet on the table and decided to splurge a little because... why not?

A/N: This post was inspired by a random prompt "People trust me with their money; they shouldn't." I couldn't pass up the opportunity, even if the post didn't turn out exactly like the prompt lol.

ೃ⁀➷ 💜/💓 (Leona)

ೃ⁀➷ Established relationship

ೃ⁀➷ Not proofread in the fucking slightest, too tired.

TW: None

"Why is there money missing from my wallet?"

You shuffled your feet awkwardly as Riddle checked the surrounding area and inside his wallet again for the missing money. He turned to you. "Y/N, I'm missing some Madol, do you have any idea where it could be?"

You braced for a scolding. "I... may have... taken some from your wallet and done a little shopping." You replied. Riddle immediately grew upset. "You didn't ask for permission to use my money. Did the thought not cross your mind?"

"Uh— well— it did, but I kinda..." You trailed off mumbling. Riddle's eyes narrowed as he became more cross. "What was that? I couldn't hear you." He stated.

"Um— I'll be right back! Stay right there!" You said, dashing away. "Y/N, get back here!" You heard him call, but he didn't pursue you. You ran to your room and picked up the gift you'd bought for Riddle. In truth, you'd bought it as a peace offering so that he hopefully wouldn't be as mad.

You made your way quickly back to the lounge where Riddle still stood grumpy. "Here." You said, handing him the gift: a box containing decent-quality colored pens. "For when you're taking notes." You added as he took the gift, no longer mad.

In fact, he was kind of flustered. "O- Oh, well, thank you. But please ask before taking money from my wallet again." He said.

You smiled and nodded, but the silence that followed for a few seconds was kind of awkward. "... wait, these pens wouldn't have cost so much money." Silence. "What else did you buy?" He asked with a deadpan expression. "Uh...." You thought back to the four other bags of stuff stashed away in your closet.

Leona looked at you with a pointed expression. "Mind explaining?" He leaned back, his wallet discarded on the table once more and back to sitting next to you. Well, you can't say you were surprised that he figured it out so quickly.

"Well, seeing as how you have more money than I can think of ways to spend it— not to mention, you left it wide open on the table, so it's fair game— I decided to get some new shoes since my old ones were kinda falling apart." You explained, shrugging.

"Use your own money then." He frowned. "Okay, fine, next time I will. To be honest, I didn't think you'd notice given that you have so much of it." You blatantly admitted.

He smirked. "Looks like an herbivore can have some bite in them. Anyway, I was just kidding. Use however much Madol you want, I can always get more from back home." He said.

You eyed him up and down. "Are you being serious right now or just screwing with me?" You glared at him as he took his time answering the question. "Would I have suggested it if I wasn't? Also, I'm unfortunately not scr—"

You almost whacked him in the head as he leaned in closer, chuckling as he deflected your hand with ease. You snickered. "Well, if that's the case..." You hopped off his bed— he scowled when you did— and snatched up his wallet. "I'll be going out for just a little bit."

"Uh—" He started to stand up as you left the room. "Nuh-uh-uh! You said it yourself, I can use however much I want." You slipped out of his room as he gave an exasperated sigh and sank back down onto his bed, defeated.

You looked over from your position at the windowsill. You really thought that he'd never discover that he was missing any Madol since he had an overwhelming amount of it. "Y/N, I'm missing some Madol. Do you remember me buying anything yesterday? I don't think I did." Kalim put his hand to his chin thoughtfully.

"Uh- no, that was me." You said, smiling sheepishly. Kalim looked relieved yet also surprised. "Oh, okay! I thought that I had bought something in my sleep or something since I couldn't remember buying anything." Kalim laughed, putting both of his hands on his hips.

Then he blinked, now curious. "What did you buy?" He asked. You held a hand up to point to your hair. "I just got my hair trimmed a few inches." You replied. Kalim's eyes went to your hair, then he became crestfallen.

"Kalim?? What's wrong?" You asked, hurrying over to him. With a sad frown, he looked up. "I didn't even notice you changed your hair!" Well, to be fair, you also didn't notice that you were missing a decent amount of money either... You thought dryly, but outwardly, you comforted him.

"Woah woah woah, it's fine, Kalim! I only just got it today, of course you wouldn't have noticed it." You said reassuringly, giving him a side hug. He sniffed, looking at you, then slowly brightening up. "I... guess you're right."

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a hug, now fully back to normal. "Well, if you ever want to use my money, you don't even have to ask! In fact, you should take me with you!" He exclaimed. "I'd love to go shopping with you!!"

This was a little itsy bitsy post I made since I realized it's been like a week (estimate) since I've actually posted a oneshot, so here one is. It's definitely short but my brain isn't braining. Anyways, hope you enjoyed this short post! Have a good day/night. 💚

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[jupitercomet]

Pizza Night

summary - Slider ditches pizza night with the guys.

warnings - language, slightly suggestive

word count - 728

I 🫶 these college hockey boys so sorry about that. but here’s Slider’s intro!

follow the adventures of Slider and Cherry in Cherry Bomb!

“God Slider, you wanna slam me into the boards harder next time?” Hollywood complains as he rubs at his hip.

Slider grins, sitting to unlace his skates. “Or you could just skate faster.”

“Yeah, yeah, keep talking,” Hollywood rolls his eyes, ignoring the chuckles coming from the guys around him. “I’ll just kick your ass at air hockey tonight.” 

Slider frowns slightly at the mention, glancing at his phone. A photo of you smiling widely as you stand in his jersey greets him as his lock screen and his features soften. He has around 15 minutes before your class gets out and he puts his phone down to continue stripping off his gear.

“Sorry, Woody. Can’t tonight.”

Hollywood pulls a face. “You’re ditchin’ pizza night?”

Slider knows that, yes, he is ditching pizza night. Every month the guys go out to Louise’s, an older, tucked away pizza joint with a small arcade. Currently Slider is the reigning champ of air hockey—a title which all the guys are trying to take from him—but tonight Slider has more important things to do than publicly humiliate Hollywood.

He shrugs, checking the time again before throwing a hoodie over his head. “Can’t,” he repeats.

“Quick, Mav, grab a flashlight!” Goose makes a show of scrambling over to Slider, the other defense man rolling his eyes at his antics. “Slider, baby, honey, how many fingers am I holding up? What year is it? Who’s the president?”

“God Goose, if you could skate as fast as you talk, maybe you’d be able to stop people from scoring,” Ice chirps from the other side of the locker room.

Never one to ditch a bit, Goose doesn’t look away from where he’s pretending to check Slider for a concussion, flipping Ice off with his other hand. “I stopped you from scorin’, didn’t I?” Goose straightens before Iceman can respond, a solemn look on his face. “Well boys, it finally happened. Slider’s gone lovesick.”

Goose weeps dramatically into Slider’s shoulder and Slider shoves him. “Would you knock it off? I gotta pick up my girl.”

“My god, it’s fatal!”

Slider throws his bag over his shoulder and scoffs. “I’m leaving now.”

“And he was so young, it’s just not fair…”

You’re waiting on the sidewalk by the parking lot when Slider finally pulls up, hugging your thin jacket around your arms and trying to conceal your shivering as another gust of wind picks up. Slider’s glaring at you when you hop into his truck, already fiddling with the heating to get your seat warmers on.

“I told you to wait for me inside, cherry.”

“I know, but another class was coming in and I felt awkward just standing in the hall,” you explain. 

Slider’s hand finds its place on your thigh and he clucks his tongue at how cold it feels.

He pulls out of the parking lot as you turn on the radio, starting the familiar route back to your shared apartment. His thumb strokes the fabric of your skirt in a subtle attempt to warm you up. Your index finger starts tracing the bones of his hand and Slider hears you whisper under your breath.

He glances at you softly. “Your anatomy exam coming up?”

“You remember that?” You look up in mild surprise, curling your fingers around his index one.

“‘Course I do, cherry,” Slider gives your thigh a light squeeze. “Told you I’d help you study, didn’t I?”

“Are you sure? You don’t have to.”

Slider snorts. “Am I sure I want to spend my night having my girlfriend feel up all my muscles? Yes, I’m sure.”

“Slider!” You squeak, covering your face with your hands.

“You’ll be sayin’ that later, cherry,” a smirk pulls at his lips as he pinches your thigh. “If you do a good job studying.”

He laughs when you fluster further, hiding behind your fingers as he continues to stroke your leg and, at a red light, he suddenly pulls your hands away to catch you in a deep kiss. Your cold nose nudges his cheek and Slider fights against his seat belt to swallow your noise of surprise.

He pulls away with a grin. 

“Been waitin’ to do that all day.” The light turns green and, from the corner of his eye, Slider can see you gap at him. “What do you think about pizza for dinner?”

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[hawkinsschoolcounselor]

So, I’m no writer, but I have an incredibly sappy idea for the ending to Stranger Things.

I know some others have suggested that the series will end with Joyce and Hopper’s wedding, which I think is a good idea. A celebration of love is the perfect way to cap off a story of pain and survival with a message of healing.

Let’s assume that the first dance has already occurred (any suggestions on what Joyce and Hop would dance to?) and the reception has settled a bit, people starting to mingle and dance. Will is just content to sit at the family table and relax, happy to have peace after so long. He’s chatting with El, who mentions Mike. 

Will looks over to where Mike is sitting at a table with his family and the Sinclairs. Lucas is turned around in his seat in conversation with Max and Dustin, who are seated at the next table, but Mike isn’t really taking any part of it. In fact, he looks bored and a bit sad. He looks over at the family table, only to quickly look away when he sees Will and El already looking at him.

The opening notes to George Benson’s Nothing’s Gonna Change My Love For You start to play. El smiles and gets up to walk over to Mike. Will sadly smiles and looks down. It’s been hard lately. Mike has been back to treating Will like he used to, the way that made Will fall for him, but he’s still spending a lot of time with El. Alone time. 

If I had to live my life without you near me The days would all be empty The nights would seem so long

Will glances over to the pair. El has pulled Mike away from the table and is talking to him. Mike is rapidly shaking his head with a flustered look on his face. Will scoffs and turns to make a snarky comment to his brother, only to see that Jonathan isn’t there. Oh, he’s pulling Nancy out onto the dance floor. Will looks down at his drink and plays with the straw. He doesn’t notice Mike looking over at him. He doesn’t notice Mike visibly swallow and slowly move towards the family table.

With you I see forever, oh, so clearly I might have been in love before But it never felt this strong

On slightly shaking legs, Mike reaches the table. Will doesn’t notice he’s there. He’s in his own head, thinking about a dream he’s had as long as he can remember.

Our dreams are young and we both know They'll take us where we want to go

Suddenly, a hand enters his field of vision, palm up. He stares at it in confusion for a moment before looking up. Mike is looking back at him with a scared, but hopeful, expression. Will doesn’t understand, and he cannot find any words. Mike musters the courage to jerk his head in the direction of the dance floor, his outstretched hand shaking, but determined.

Hold me now, touch me now I don't want to live without you

Realization strikes Will. Realization and more confusion. He looks over Mike’s shoulder to where El is watching. Curiously, she seems excited, like she’s about to burst. Dustin, Lucas, and Max have also noticed. Dustin has his head cocked like a curious puppy, and a smirking Lucas is leaning over to whisper into Max’s ear, probably telling her what’s going on. 

Nothing's gonna change my love for you You oughta know by now how much I love you

He sees her smile before saying something back to Lucas. He catches eyes with Will and gives him a look (”What are you waiting for?”), as he takes Max’s hand and leads her to the dance floor.

One thing you can be sure of I'll never ask for more than your love

Will takes Mike’s hand, and the boy visibly relaxes. Will gives him a look (”Are you sure?”). Mike swallows and nods, afraid, but determined. On the way to the dance floor, they pass a confused Hopper and a beaming Joyce. 

Nothing's gonna change my love for you You oughta know by now how much I love you The world may change my whole life through But nothing's gonna change my love for you

The hear a few gasps as they reach the floor. Mike simply sets his jaw and tightens his grip on Will’s hand. Will squeezes back before turning to face Mike. They laugh as they try to figure out where to put their hands. The awkwardness broken, they begin to dance.

If the road ahead is not so easy Our love will lead the way for us Like a guiding star I'll be there for you if you should need me You don't have to change a thing I love you just the way you are

Will settles his head on Mike’s shoulder. Mike peers up and sees Jonathan and Nancy dancing nearby. They’re looking back at him and Will. Nancy smirks and gives Mike a nod, but Jonathan stares down Mike. Jonathan mouths “You better not hurt him” to Mike, but then smirks and nods at him. Nancy gives him a good natured poke before turning him away from her brother. 

Nothing's gonna change my love for you You oughta know by now how much I love you One thing you can be sure of I'll never ask for more than your love

Will has never been more content. He looks over Mike’s shoulder and sees his mother smiling back at him. She gives him a thumbs up, to which he rolls his eyes before returning back at her. Next to her, Hopper is watching with exaggerated dismay. He gives Will a look (”Really? Wheeler?”). Joyce slaps him on the arm before leaning in and pressing her face to his shoulder. Hopper gives a dramatic sigh before putting his arm around his wife. Will laughs. Mike pulls back to ask him what’s so funny and their eyes lock. 

Nothing's gonna change my love for you You oughta know by now how much I love you The world may change my whole life through But nothing's gonna change my love for you

Mike breaks first, glancing down at Will’s lips. Will gulps and looks down at Mike’s lips. They lean in. 

Nothing's gonna change my love for you You oughta know by now how much I love you One thing you can be sure of I'll never ask for more than your love

Unbeknownst to the couple, Karen Wheeler has been watching the whole time, confusion on her face. She glances over at El, who is talking with Dustin, then back to the boys, trying to piece everything together. She turns to her husband, who isn’t paying attention. Ted looks at her when she elbows him in the side. She jerks her head to the dance floor, and Ted turns and sees his son and Will gently kissing. Ted shrugs and turns back to his shrimp cocktail. “Stranger things have happened, dear.” Karen sighs, but turns back to her son. A small smile grows on her face as she sees Mike and Will looking at each other like they’re the best thing to ever happen to each other.

Nothing's gonna change my love for you You oughta know by now how much I love you The world may change my whole life through But nothing's gonna change my love for you Nothing's gonna change my love for you

#byler

[smolweeblets]

Would you be willing to write either headcanons or a oneshot about working out with Yelena. My gay little brain wants scenarios to think of when exercising

Minor Injuries

Yelena AOT x Reader

Going to the gym was nice. The atmosphere was nice, not that many people at the time you usually went and everything was kept clean. The people at your gym were nice too, offering help when you seemed like you needed it, sometimes you even found the occasional sticky not stuck on some of the machines with little motivational quotes.

Yet yourself found one teensy little problem… Which was that you found yourself always being stared at by another member, a tall and lanky blonde that was always by the treadmills.

You could always catch glimpses of her, and her turning away quickly after you catch her. Honestly, you dont know why she was just… looming over you like that. Was she judging you? You really cant tell. It was very creepy.

After your initial impression, you tended to avoid her. She took the hint and left you alone for the most part but you still couldnt shake off the weird feeling when she was around.

You two never interacted, until one day you find yourself in a small accident.

It wasnt anything big really, you just accidentally dropped a weight in your foot. Yelena found you hopping on one leg like a maniac and you wanted nothing more than to melt into the ground.

“Are… you okay?” She hesitantly asks.

“Yep! Im- uh- just a small accident!” You grit through your teeth.

“Do you need help-?”

You suck in a breath before responding. “No, I swear im all good!”

“I insist, at least just sit down for now. Hopping help with the pain at all.”

Having no reason to object, you calm yourself down just enough to take a seat on the nearest bench.

The woman takes your foot and winces when she sees the area.

“Is it that bad?” You sigh.

“Its gonna bruise pretty bad. Wait there a bit, ill get some things to help with the pain.” Before you could object, she was already out the room, leaving you to your own devices.

“Here, this should be able to help. Try to bear with it for the moment yeah?”

[insert procedure on minor blunt force trauma im not knowledgeable enough to write]

“Ah- I do have to admit, I feel somewhat better, thank you” You offer a grateful smile to the woman.

“No problem, whats your name by the way? We seem to always go here at the same time, I notice you struggling sometimes.” You heat up at the mention that shes been looking at you.

“Yeah,” You chuckle awkwardly. “I see you staring at me sometimes, honestly found it a little creepy, but im glad to know youre actually nice. My name is Y/n, nice to meet you” You offer your hand to shake, she takes it but you can see shes also flustered to hear that youve noticed her staring.

“Likewise. I didnt realize that my staring could be seen as creepy, I apologize for that. I can see why youd be weirded out. My name is Yelena.” She shook your hand, and you couldnt help but notice how smooth her hand felt against your own.

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That was the start of a peaceful little friendship between the two of you.

She helped you out and gave you tips as much as she could. And in turn you gave her a reason to do something other than run on the treadmills.

You both loved to talk about trivial topics, how your days have been going, something funny you saw, or even what you had for breakfast that morning. She was a nice company to be around, and she was around a lot.

Despite your first impression of her getting off on the wrong foot, you find yourself quite attracted to her, you push the feeling down as best as you can, but thoughts linger in the back of your head during each interaction with her.

~~~~~

“Gah, im tired. Im gonna go now, you have fun.” You sighed as you started to tidy your stuff.

“Nah, leaving soon too. You got anywhere to be later?” Yelena took a sip out of her water bottle and slumped on a nearby bench.

“Thats kinda random, but no, why do you ask?” You paused and and looked at her.

“Wanna get some drinks together? Weve been friends for a while but havent seen each other anywhere other than the gym.” Yelena smiled softly to herself.

“Sure, sounds lovely!” You grinned.

A/n: This is not my best work so I apologize for the quality, i hope you still enjoy 😭❤️

#yelena x reader aot #yelena x reader #yelena #yelena x you aot #aot x reader #yelena aot

[dyysania]

there she goes - chapter 1

modern!80s!kirk x female!reader. fluff, no use of y/n.

author’s note: i had to do it. also - i’m proud of myself for finishing this so quickly today :)

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i began to grow fairly frustrated as i couldn’t find the record i was looking for. toxicity, by system of a down. this was my 7th as well as last record store in my neighborhood, and driving further would be annoying.

last section of metal, please let this be the one…

my fingers flipped through the records quickly, and i finally found it.

“fuck yes !” i whisper-yelled, but i had forgotten about the other people in the store. like the man beside me. he chuckled at my excitement, so i looked up to see what he’d looked like.

he was a big brown-eyed brunette, with slightly long hair and plump, pink lips. and he smiled with them. and honestly, it was one of the prettiest smiles i’d ever seen.

“you like system of a down?” i softly laughed at his remark.

“it’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?” i responded, finally picking the record up and putting it in my bag, with other artists like hole, the misfits and radiohead, which was a pretty wide variety.

“eh, not really. when i saw you walk in, i didn’t think you’d pick up all the good shit.” he said as i turned to face him properly, and we were getting very endorsed into our conversation.

“what’s in your bag?” i asked him, and he happily opened his bag to show his records. he had great music taste, and also a wide range of taste. he had alice in chains, the isley brothers and grant green for the most of it, and some stuff i never heard of. i thought it was cool.

“that’s awesome.” i smiled at him. he smiled at me. i noticed he began to look flustered and blush dusted over his cheeks. we stood a bit too close, and i’m sure he noticed it too.

chime, you both jumped and cocked your heads to where the sound had came from, and it was just another person coming inside the shop.

“well, i… i’m gonna go pay for these. you still wanna look around or line up with me?” he smiled at your soft expression you had on your face when you asked the question, and he put everything in his bag again.

“sure, i’ll line up with you.” you smiled as you talked on the way to the cashier, and as you both paid for your things, you almost wrapped up the conversation.

“what’s your name?” he asked.

“oh shit, sorry, i forgot to mention before!” and he smiled widely at your response, your name.

“i’m kirk.” you blushed, and then got a little nervous as you took a piece of paper out of your skirt’s pocket. the rain began to drizzle, fuck. you missed your chance and you parked a little far away.

“shit, i walked here!” he exclaimed. there was only one solution think of that would involve you helping.

“let me drop you off then.” you snuck the paper back in before he looked back at you, raising his eyebrows.

“you sure?”

“let’s go, kirk!” the rain started to pour down harder, so you and kirk ran across the street and to your car.

you and him got in, and it started to feel warm, cozy, and it got both of you flustered. songs played off of your favorite radio, and it turned out to be his favorite as well.

“where do you live?”

“about 12 blocks up.”

“cool.” you chatted again on the short drive to his place.

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“thanks so much.” he smiled, turning to face you as he unbuckled his seatbelt.

“no problem.” you pursed and your lips as he wet his, as you both were close again.

you both closed your eyes, leaning in for a short kiss. you smiled softly as you felt your lips press. it was nice and sweet. you pulled away slowly but quickly after the kiss, and you both had cute smiles on your faces.

“here’s my number, sexy bastard.” you handed the small sheet to him by putting it on his thigh. he laughed at the nickname, picking the paper up.

“thank you. i’ll call.” he said before hopping out of your car, not caring for the rain anymore.

you smiled and waved as you drove away.

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there she goes. there she goes, by the la’s, was the song that played in my head whenever i thought of her and that day. the day i met who i thought was my perfect girl at a record shop near my street, and who dropped me off at home on that exact rainy day.

i shut my eyes as i reimagine it, laying in bed listening to the song on my phone. i wonder when i’ll see you again.

there she goes, there she goes again

racing through my brain

and i just can’t contain

the feeling that remains…

#boo’s thing #metallica #modern!80s!metallica #kirk hammett #modern!80s!kirk #kirk hammett x reader #kirk hammett fluff #kirk hammett smut #kirk hammett fanfiction #kirk girl #soft fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction

[whoreadsnowadays]

Hello! I just read your most resent post, answering “splattysplattington”s request for the reader flirting back with Leo and him getting flustered. It was so cute and I was wondering if we could get a part two of the date they planned for that night? Either way the post was adorable and I love your writing

Thank you !! If Im honest, I'm not as proud of that specific work as I am my other ones I've posted so far, so to hear you all liked it so much, (enough to want a part two even!!) really means a lot ! Hopefully this is just as cute as that one was!

(And I have a half hour break period to write stuff let's go !!!!!)

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Warnings: cussing, a pigeon is mentioned to be choking

Part 2 of ( Romantic ) Rise ! Leo x Gender Neutral Reader

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Fluster The Flirt (One More Time)

Okay so.. maybe you should've agreed on a time.. or an activity.. or maybe talked this through for even a second longer.

Leo thought all of these things and more as he sat on a rickety park bench, watching a pigeon tear into a hot dog left in the grass.

He had gotten a little too excited and had made it to the park hours before he was meant to. At least he assumed? He really hoped he hadn't missed you, he doubted it, but he still hoped.

So here he was, watching this pigeon choke on a hot dog peice too big for it's throat.

He debated grabbing the pigeon to help, but as soon as he saw you on the sidewalk in front of the library, all thoughts went out the window.

He blinked owlishly as he watched you check the street before crossing. You had to have gone home to change, your new outfit was a bit warmer for the chill of late new york, and you were absolutely rocking it.

He had only spent a minute or two on his appearance, being too excited to even think about doing anything except grab some human clothes from his closet and rush out of the lair.

He only snapped back into reality when he realized you were fucking scaling the closed park gate.

He shot up and rushed over, looking up to see you were already at the top. "Holy- Oh my gosh what are you doing?!" He asked frantically, watching as you looked down at him with a grin.

"Climbing the gate? What does it look like I'm doing?" You snickered as he continued to gape at you, hovering his hands over the bars of the gate.

"Wh- that's so high up!" He continued to protest as you started your slow descent on the other side of the gate.

"Relax L, I've done this plenty of times before." You grinned, hopping down to your feet once you made it far enough.

He blinked, staring at you for a moment before shaking himself back to reality. "Right, okay. I guess that's fine, but just.. be careful next time?"

You smiled, rolling your eyes and starting towards the bench he was previously sitting on. "You're starting to sound like Raph."

He gasped, stomping his way over to follow behind you, "I am not! That was so uncalled for how DARE YOU!"

You laughed along as he ranted defensively, so far this didn't feel like a date at all, it felt more like two close friends just hanging out, and really that was perfect. You didn't feel any pressure to push yourself into romantic actions, and truly you were grateful.

And Leo had all but forgotten about his previous anxiety, simply happy to talk and goof off in your presence. He was so nervous about what this date had in store, what did people on dates usually do? Hold hands? Hug? Kiss? Oh god.

But now he didn't feel any pressure at all, he simply enjoyed the moment with you, and every moment after that.

And sure, when he got a little too cold without a jacket, you offered him one. And maybe that flustered him to no end.

And perhaps when you saw him sat there in your coat, it made your heart beat just a bit faster. And MAYBE you couldn't look each other in the eye for the next ten minutes.

But you both knew there'd be no rush for anything more than a simple clothing exchange. This was more than enough for both of you.

At least until Leo's brothers got word of this, then you were fucked.

#rottmnt x reader #rottmnt leonardo x reader #tmnt leonardo x reader #tmnt x reader #rottmnt leonardo #rottmnt leo x reader #tmnt leo x reader #rottmnt #Romeo Writes

[thunderous-wolf]

The Ball Dance

Installment 1 of my series of "Thoughtz"

a/n: "Thoughtz" is a compilation of drafts of fanfic I've had in my notes for a while. They're unedited and most are unfinished. Since I do not feel motivated enough to finish them, I'm posting them for you all to read. Enjoy~

Pairing: Nobleman Skz Member x Noblelady fem!reader (it's a surprise ish) - [Featuring unannounced members of TXT, Enhypen, Skz and Ateez]

Plot: reader gets invited to a Masquerade Ball and stumbles upon a special someone.

Warnings: kissing, slightly suggestive, mentions of alcohol, a bestie who teases you way too much, cringy nicknames, jello

Word count: somewhere around 1000?

Please DO NOT copy, translate or steal my works

"M'lady, we've arrived." Said the voice of Peter, the temporary driver of my carriage. My father, the Duke of Purpureus, had allowed me to go to my first ever party in high society - as long as I promised to be heading home by midnight, of course. He was a rather strict man, and after some convincing, he finally softened up a bit on the idea of letting me go on my own to the big city. I better not screw this up, or else I'll never be allowed to go anywhere unsupervised ever again.

After the cart stopped, Peter came and opened the door for me. My eyes were met with a glorious sight. The castle was spectacular. It shone in the setting sun's light as if it were made out of the sun's rays itself. Stepping out of the carriage, I flashed a quick smile to Peter before continuing to the door.

"Thanks, Peter. I'll see you later."

"As you wish, M'lady. But please do be back by midnight, else your father will be worried." He said before hopping onto the driver seat and leaving me to the party. I couldn't wait to see the inside of the castle and the many guests. Who knows who I may meet?

I excitedly - yet carefully - walked up the many steps to the castle entrance. I had not had the chance to attend many parties of high society, much less ones hosted by the Royal family themselves. I had never set foot in the castle before, and that was going to change soon.

I was awed as I walked through the halls. Everything seemed so luxurious. The lights, the carpeting, the pictures. My fathers duchy was rather wealthy, but certainly not this rich. A single door handle here probably cost more than my entire wardrobe.

Nothing prepared me for the extravagance I would witness when I stepped into the ballroom.

Looking down from the staircase, I was amazed at the scenery. Everything was elaborately decorated. From the large crystal chandeliers to the exquisite dinnerware. I felt like royalty myself.

Below me were rows of people in colorful outfits, all dressed to the nines and adorning their own masks I was both excited and nervous at the idea of mingling within them. Anyone I meet here - any friendships I create - will remain a mystery. That could be both good and bad.

"What's the point in attending a ball if you're just going to stand on a staircase and people watch?" A voice said from behind me. I turned around to see a woman about my age in a black dress that glistened like midnight. It was sleek and bold in contrast to the various eyecatching poofy dresses that the other ladies wore. Her brown curly hair was pulled into a braid with small coils of hair framing her face. She smirked as she saw me staring. "I know I'm stunning, but my intention wasn't for you to turn around and start gawking at me." She said sarcastically. At her comment, I looked away and blushed.

"I- uh- sorry!" I said, embarrassed.

"You're so funny when you're flustered. But this night was made for some handsome young man to fluster you, not me. So let's go! Live a little! There's a reason you're wearing a mask. No one will recognize you! Well, except for me, but that's besides the point." She said, shooing me towards the stairs. I knew from her animated voice that this was my best friend, Aya, who resided in a neighboring duchy. I looked back at her hesitantly, but by the sassy look on her face, I knew that it was no use resisting her antics.

"I'll go if you come with me.." I said, trying to get her to atleast accompany me. What kind of best friend let's you wander into a place you've never been before all alone?

"No, no! Go. I want to make a dramatic entrance!" She said teasingly, waving her hands in the air to show how "dramatic" it would be. I rolled my eyes before continuing down the stairs.

When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I turned around. If she is going to make a dramatic entrance, I am going to watch. To my surprise, she was gone. Was this part of her scheme?

To my dismay, it was certainly not part of her scheme. I have been standing here waiting for her to appear, but she never did. I huffed. She tricked me. That little-

"Excuse me, Miss. May I have this dance?" A voice interrupted me from my thoughts. I turned around and my eyes were met with the smile of a - quite tall - bashful man. He shyly held out a gloved hand for me to grab, hoping that I would accept his offer. And his hopes came true, since I knew that I would feel guilty if I said no.

He gently led me over to the area where the rest of the guests were waltzing. With a soft smile, he rested a hand on the small of my back, with the other tenderly grasping my hand, and started dancing.

As we danced, he became a little less timid. We began having a little conversation while waltzing around, and I found that he was a really sweet guy. It was a shame that I couldn't put a face to his personality.

When the dance ended, he offered to grab a drink or a snack for me. He said that the champagne here was quite delectable if I had never tried it. When I told him I have never even been here before, he insisted on getting some champagne for me. With a small smile, he left, promising to be back shortly.

With this, I was left alone. I zoned out, watching the swirling of the various dresses. However, something caught my eye. It was a black dress in a sea of color. I knew exactly who it was. She was not too far away, so I decided to go pester her.

As I approached, she suddenly started laughing quietly (as to not make as much of a commotion). I couldn't quite see who she was talking to, but they must be funny.

"That was a terrible joke!" She said, still laughing.

"He's told worse. Trust me."

"Hey!" The supposed teller of the joke exclaimed. This sent the others into another fit of quiet laughter.

Regaining her breath, she glanced around to see if anyone was watching, but then her eyes landed on me. So much for the surprise factor.

"What happened to your grand entrance, my esteemed friend-" I started.

"Now, now. We mustn't name names here,.. cupcake." She interrupted, turning from her previous conversation. I blushed slightly at the use of the nickname. Why must she bring this up in public? As if they could read my mind, the two guests she was talking to laughed under their breath at the cute name.

"Thank you, Honey Muffin. Wouldn't want me breaking the rules, would we?" I said, in an attempt to get the attention off of me.

"Honey Muffin?" A man said, poking his head out from behind her and into my view. When she turned to face him, I could finally see him clearly. I could see why they were together, it was as if they complemented eachother perfectly. In contrast to her black dress, he was wearing an all white suit, decorated with diamonds in all of the right places. It was a little eccentric, but it fit him well. At first glance, they both came off as a little intimidating, but judging from this conversation, they were certainly not.

"Don't even." She threatened playfully. It was a little comical, since he was taller than her. Her serious tone melted into laughter as he made a ridiculous pouty face in response to her.

"Let's give them some room. Care for a dance, M'Lady?" The other man said to me with a flirty smile. I didn't even get a chance to answer before he wisked me away to the dance floor.

As I was dancing, I couldn't take my eyes off of him. His charisma enamored me. I was like a moth drawn to a flame. I couldn't escape his charm. He had a beautiful smile that surely has seduced many ladies before. He was also quite a good dancer. Not to mention, he wasn't too bad on the eyes.

"Found someone you fancy yet, Miss Cupcake?" He said, breaking your trance.

"I - um.. no? Well.."

He chuckled at my response. "You can just tell me you think I'm hot, you know." He said, with a cheshire grin. My jaw would have dropped to the ground if I didn't have to keep my ladylike composure. I wasn't entirely thinking of him, but I couldn't deny that he was hot either.

With a satisfied look, he let us continue dancing without much more teasing. He must have taken pity on my cherry red face. Thank goodness.

Our dancing was cut short, however, when he spotted someone in the crowd. After apologizing, he dashed over to his friend. I watched as a shorter - yet buff - man emerged from the crowd. He immediately recognized my former dancing partner, and they both gave each other the most manly hug I have ever seen.

Now that I had been left alone once again, I decided to go grab a snack. I slowly weaved my way through the crowd and found the massive food table. I grabbed a drink from a passing waiter and planned my next course of action. I wanted to not get caught stuck in place by my fellow partygoers. There were a few groups of people gathered around the table, but one group certainly grabbed your attention.

"(very loud gasp) THEY HAVE PURPLE JELLO?!" A young man exclaimed. He seemed to be about the same age as me, however, he acted like a toddler.

"Yes, there's purple jello. There's every color of jello. Would you please quiet down? You're drawing too much attention." The other young man he was with said. He had a hand shielding his face and was acting like he didn't know his overly excited friend.

"WHOA. It's a rainbow of jello!" The first man said, bewildered. This earned him some strange looks from people within earshot. The second man looked as if he wished the earth would just swallow him up. I couldn't help but find the first man's antics adorable.

Seeing that I was watching him, the extroverted man waved me over.

"Have you ever tried purple jello? I've never even seen it before! I thought Hee- I mean, Bambi, was kidding when he said that the Palace had purple jello!" He said excitedly. "Here, try a bite!" He asked, handing me a tiny plate with a square of jello on it.

"I'm sorry, but I am not very fond of jello. I do like the color purple though." I said, trying to politely decline his offer. I felt a little bad when I saw his pouting face. It quickly vanished as he got side tracked by a new dessert.

"Please don't forget your manners." The more mature one said to the childlike young man. The latter's eyes widened and he quickly apologized. I assured him that it was alright, and his youthfulness was refreshing.

Shortly after, he got distracted by yet another food item and rushed off, the second man hurriedly following after him. I also continued down the table in search of something else to eat.

Scanning the tables, my eyes landed on a cookie platter. These intricately shaped cinnamon cookies had caught my attention, and I was determined to get one. I gracefully moved closer and reached to grab one when suddenly, a hand brushed against mine. Looking up, a young man was standing across the table from me, also trying to grab one of the cookies.

When we made eye contact, it seemed as if time stopped. My breath caught in my throat and my heartbeat was racing. He was stunning. His bronze and white suit hugged him in all the right places, and his mask was designed in a way that perfectly showcased his chocolate brown eyes. The light was wonderfully illuminating his face so it seemed almost as if he was glowing.

"I - uh - sorry!" He said, bashfully. His voice snapped me out of my daydream and I finally let go of the breath that I had no idea that I had been holding. I looked away, embarrassed that I had been staring.

"I-its alright. I should have paid more attention." I said, my cheeks growing warm. The man cleared his throat, drawing my focus back to him, before suddenly becoming a little bold. "Could I make it up to you with a dance?" He said, smiling.

I could not resist his dimpled smile, so of course agreed to a dance.

Suddenly, one dance became two, then three, and so on and so on. I became entranced by his aura. With each step, each twirl of our waltzing, I began to fall deeper. His dazzling eyes were looking at me as if I was his entire world, and that's when it happened. I realized that I was in love.

So when he pulled me closer at the end of this song, it felt like my heart had taken control of my body. He leaned in, and we were now only a breath apart. He glanced from my eyes to my lips before asking in a voice that was barely above a whisper, "May I?".

My coy smile was all he needed to close the distance between us. His plush lips seemed to fit perfectly with mine, sending a whole new wave of butterflies in my stomach.

Sadly, it did not last that long. He pulled away slightly and looked at me with those wonderful eyes of his again. I could see there was a bit of pink dusting his cheeks, which probably mirrored my own. A cheeky smile grew on his face.

"Have you ever explored the castle before?" He asked.

"No. I've never been here before." I said skeptically. What was he trying to say?

"Good. I'll take you for a tour." He said with a smirk and a mischievous glint in his eye. Suddenly, he grabbed my wrist and starting tugging me to the staircase. Confused, I wordlessly followed him.

I didn't know if it was the crazy feelings inside my heart or the alcohol that got me here, but I now found myself pinned against the wall of a guest bedroom, caged between the arms of a man who would certainly be the death of me. He had long ago ditched the jacket and other formal outer attire, now sporting a mere dress shirt and pants. His hands were planted on either side of my head, and he was looking at me with such desire I thought my legs would give out then and there if he was not pressed against me.

With a sly smile, his swollen lips met mine again, and the jolt of electricity that ran through me from the contact was intoxicating. His hands fell from the side of my head to my waist, taking time on their journey, making sure to explore every inch of my body before they reach their destination. When they did, he pulled me impossibly closer, deepening the kiss.

I tangled my hands in his hair before sliding one down to the collar of his buttoned shirt. I clumsily fiddled with the top button until I managed to unbutton it. Noticing my plan, he stopped me before I could get any further.

"Hmph. That's reserved for the second date." He said inbetween kisses. "It's not curtious to take the lady to bed on the first date." He finished, while leaving a small bite at the end of his kiss trail down my neck - which made me gasp and left him pleased with his work.

Before I could respond, the bells chimed, signifying that it was midnight. My eyes shot open when I realized that I'd promised to be back to the carriage at midnight. Noticing my quickened breathing (that sadly wasn't caused by him) he pulled away.

"What's wrong?" He said, looking at me with worried eyes.

"I have to go. I told my father I'd be heading back home at midnight, and if I don't, I probably won't ever be allowed to a party ever again." I told him, despair creeping into my voice. If only I could spend this moment with you forever.

I could tell he felt the same. But after a moment, his face lit up.

"I know I'm not really supposed to do this, but I don't know if I'll ever get to find you again. I brought this pin with me, in hopes that I could give it to a special lady, and she would always wear it close to her heart until we could be reunited." He spoke, pulling out a small bag from one of the various pockets of his. "It's a one of a kind, made specially for me on my 16th birthday. It's a promise from me to you that I will find you."

He took my end and gently placed the pin in my palm. It depicted a smiling golden fox that large ears and a bushy tail. The design was so delicate that it looked as if it were a real animal.

"It's beautiful. Thank you. I swear that I'll always wear it. Even after you find me." I said, smiling. He gave me a small peck on the lips before guiding me out the door.

"Goodbye, my beloved Lady. I'll see you on that second date!" He said, watching me head down the corridor. I was glad I was faced away from him so that he couldn't see the bright red flush that had taken over my face.

This was a better party than I'd ever imagined. Let's just hope that I can find my way to the carriage...

[The End]

#skz x reader #skz imagines #skz #reader x stray kids #yang jeongin #jeongin x reader #jeongin x you #jeongin x y/n #i.n skz #i.n stray kids #i.n x reader #i.n #jeongin #masquerade ball #thoughtz

[sery-chan-13]

Together

Tanner x Reader!

Warnings: Swearing

I love him sm and yeah I wanna make a part two to this maybe sooo

There were many things you could say you loved about District 10.

The fresh air, getting to care for the animals, getting to walk through the streets, sewing up clothes, and most of all you loved one boy that made District 10 seem like the best place on earth.

It was early in the morning and you looked at your list of clients and the clothing you had to make or fix. The things that needed to be fixed were waiting in neat folded piles while the fabric was thrown messily. You sighed. You were just upset about how one dress was turning out and destroyed your usually neat work station.

None of these had to be done for a couple of weeks, so you decided to start a bit later. They would understand. Especially with what was happening today. You walked out of your small home, and headed over to where the cattle was.

"Well good mornin' gals, ain't you all as pretty as a picture," you giggled, sitting on one of the wooden bars for the fence.

Some of the cows came over, and you smiled, reaching out to pet them.

"Well you're out early this mornin'," you heard a voice behind you say.

You jumped and almost fell off the fence if you hadn't caught yourself by wrapping your legs around the post.

"Oh, sorry I thought you heard me," he said.

"Yeah my bad I wasn't payin' attention. Good mornin' Tanner," you smiled.

You felt butterflies rise in your stomach as you tried to keep a friendly, not blushing and flustered, face.

He leaned against the fence post and then hopped up on it, sitting next to you.

The light from the sun was starting to get really bright, covering the expanse of the fields with its golden light. A comfortable silence sat between the two of you as you both watched the sun rise.

The silence was interrupted by one of the cows mooing.

You both laughed, and you looked over at him.

He smiled, "Well... this was a lovely way to spend the  mornin' of such a terrible day."

You looked down.

It was reaping day.

"Sorry I didn't meant to ruin-" he stammered out, trying to fix the situation.

"It's ok... I mean, it's our last year. We'll be ok," you smiled.

Part of you wanted to tell him how you felt. This was the perfect time to do so. The years of pining and crushing it could all come to a close right now.

But you said nothing.

Looking down you noticed a rip in his vest.

"What happened there?" You asked gently grabbing the fabric.

"Oh probably from it getting caught somewhere at the slaughterhouse," he shrugged.

"Hey don't mention that in front of the girls," you giggled, petting one of the cows that came up to you. "I can fix it... it's awful pretty."

He shot you a smile and nodded.

You hopped off the fence and beckoned him to follow back to your house.

Most people would be in shock of a girl who was freshly 18 living by herself, but the truth was that was the situation for most people in the districts. Your pa had died when you were young in the war, and your Ma died because she got sick about two years ago.

He awkwardly shuffled in and you had to stop yourself from laughing.

"Come on this ain't your first time in here," you laughed, leading him back to your sewing room.

He took off the vest, handing it to you. Most people thought that they should dress nice to head to town square, but there were many people who knew that dressing nice did nothing. Maybe a good impression, but in the end who cared what impression you left on the Capitol if you couldn't run or fight in your outfit.

As long as there were no stains and your clothes didn't smell, you would be fine.

Yet you wanted to look nice.

"I washed it up I guess Ma's pesterin' finally got to me," he joked, watching as you expertly wove your needle in and out.

When you finished it's like the rip was never there.

"There ya are, good as new," you said, handing it over.

He put it on with a smile.

"Well... d'ya wanna walk together?"

——

When Tanner left you on the girls side, you almost started to panic. There was a pit in the bottom of your stomach that was making you feel ill.

Your mayor got up and gave a small speech about the Hunger Games.

You weren't listening.

You weren't listening until his name was called. You looked up, your eyes scanning, hoping you had just heard wrong. You weren't listening so maybe it was someone else, oh gods let it be someone else.

But it wasn't.

You watched as Tanner slowly made his way up to the stage, some peacekeepers shoving him to walk faster.

How cruel. You felt like you were going to throw up as he locked eyes with you. You could tell he was scared. Nervous. But the cold expression on his face made it seem like he was just fine.

"And the female tribute for District 10... is..."

You watched as their hand went through the papers in the bowl, grabbing one slip out.

"(Y/N) (L/N)."

A gasp and chatter arose through the crowd.

You swear your blood froze in your veins, your heart stopped beating and your brain stopped thinking.

You wanted to cry.

But instead you walked through the crowd up to the stage.

But apparently too slow as peacekeepers began to shove you. You got to the stairs and got pushed again, making you trip. An arm wrapped around you, helping you up.

Tanner helped you across the stage.

You stared out into the crowd and began to smooth your skirts.

Why did you wear this?

Oh right, you were confident you wouldn't have your name called.

The two of you were dragged and you felt his hand grab yours. He was trying to comfort you, but that comfort was quickly ripped away when you were grabbed and thrown into somewhere.

"Well don't fuckin' throw her-"

You heard a grunt and the doors slam shut leaving you both in

"Did they stick us in a cattle cart? Oh these sons of-"

"Tanner... calm down," you whispered as you stood to get a sense for your bearings.

It was pitch black and smelled. On top of being a cattle cart, it was unclean. Mucked out, sure. But not clean.

The train lurched forward causing you to fall.

"Tanner where are you can't see a damn thing, blinder than a mute bat," you cursed, feeling around on you hands and knees.

You felt around in the dark, your hands finally touching him as he kept talking to help you find him.

"You shouldn't really grope around in the dark, could dangerous things," he said. You could hear the smile in his voice.

Sitting besides him you huffed.

"It was supposed to be our last year...we weren't supposed to-"

"It's alright.... I promise you, you will get back home safe. I will not let you get hurt," he said.

You heard him take off his hat and start fidgeting with it.

You were going to die. You were going to die there was no better time to tell him. Taking a deep breath and steeling your nerves

"Tanner..."

"Yes sweetheart?"

You flushed at the nickname. You were so glad it was dark.

"Tanner, I've liked you for a while now... and by like I mean I've been crushin' on ya and I know that you might not feel the same, but I just had to tell you because if I don't say anything now, I never will."

You spilled your guts almost running out of air. The space filled with silence except for the sound of the train running on the track.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't of said nothin' I-"

You felt his hand grab yours.

"(Y/N), I feel the same way.... I-I was waitin' for you to take it back or somethin' saying it was a joke to make me feel better," he quickly said, interrupting you.

"Really?"

"Yes, I mean you're smart, talented... you're kind to everyone... not to mention you're just so beautiful... but that not why I fell for you..." he mumbled.

You smiled and leaned on his shoulder, his hand still in yours.

"Well I'm glad I told you then..."

——

When you arrived at the station in the Capitol, the peacekeepers slid the doors open making you wince at the sudden light. Tanner got out first, and you were standing trying to adjust your eyes.

The peacekeepers started to shove you out and you protested them asking them to stop so you could actually see and not fall off the wagon, yet your words seemed to fall on deaf ears.

One shoved you and you felt yourself falling, before someone caught you.

"Don't fuckin' shove her she could've gotten hurt," he hissed.

The peacekeepers laughed and you pleaded with him to hold his anger. There would be no good to come from him yelling at them.

You were both walking side by side with peacekeepers urging you on. He helped you up into the truck and you huffed, sitting down besides him. A boy with black hair and a grey hat stood by you guys.

"These Capitol pricks are already gettin' on my bad side," you scoffed.

Before the doors shut you saw a flash of red go by.

The blonde that had been on the platform talking to the girl from district 12.

"Did you get in the wrong cage pretty boy?" Asked one tribute.

"No, not at all. This cage is delightful," he said with a bit of a smirk.

You rolled your eyes and saw the tribute, who's name you now knew as Reaper from someone calling it out, grab the boy and slam him against the back wall.

You giggled at the fear in his eyes, but then felt bad. Tanner and the rest were cheering him on.

"Alright y'all, come on.... Poor Capitol boy stuck with the muck.... But right now you're all provin' everythin' he things of the districts. That we're violent, good for nothin', dirty, and no better than animals. And you can bet if you hurt him, they'll take all of us outback and put us down like the damn mutts they think we are," you said, standing up to get people's attention.

"Capitol sympathizer, huh? Keep your mouth shut or I'll-"

"I ain't a Capitol sympathizer you shut your mouth. My pa died in the war 'cause of the Capitol. But we don't wanna die before we even get in that damn arena. So sit your asses down,” you started, pushing Tanner to sit. “And let’s all calm down.”

With that, you sat next to Tanner as the rest of the kids looked shocked. The girl who had called you a ‘Capitol sympathizer’, gave you a look of… admiration?

“Plus he’s my mentor… I might need him,” the girl with the rainbow dress said.

There was some discourse about the mentors, when suddenly the cart got thrown back, the doors opening as you screamed, falling down a tunnel, and landing onto some flat rocks.

You groaned and you were lightheaded and dizzy.

You felt a hand pass over your back and downward and you immediately got up and were about to hit someone, until you saw Tanner put his hands up in surrender.

“Tanner Sheppards you better have a damn good reason for thinkin’ it’s okay to touch me like that,” you hissed, grabbing one of his arms.

“I-I promise I wasn’t tryin’ to your skirts went up and well there’s cameras and I didn’t want you to be exposed like that in front of everyone I-“ he stammered, looking into your angry eyes.

You immediately felt ashamed of your anger towards the boy.

“I’m sorry really I thought… I mean I’m stressed about the situation but that’s still does not give me the right to snap at you like that… I’m sorry,” you mumbled, as he grabbed your hand.

“Don’t worry about it darlin’ not like you’re too orientated from that fall,” he laughed.

You roll your eyes and go to take a step before almost falling over.

“Like a bull in a china shop…” you muttered.

Tanner’s hand went around your waist and he helped you over to sit on a rock. You saw the boy with the hat, and who you assumed to be his district partner, sitting opposite of you.

“Hi, I’m (Y/N) and this is Tanner, we’re from District ten,” you introduced, smiling towards the girl.

She returned the smile and reached to shake your hand. You shook hers as she introduced herself.

“My name is Lamina… and this is Treech. We’re from district seven,” she smiled.

Both pairs of boys looked at their respective partners and then to each other. Were they expected to get along and chat like you two did?

Soon enough, you had learned everyone’s names. The girl with the rainbow dress, Lucy Gray, talked with Lamina and you.

“Well, he’s strong as an ox, but boy is he a few strings short of a guitar,” you laughed, watching as the boys spent their time arm wrestling.

The two other girls giggled.

This was almost too nice. There was a sense of dread looming in the back of your heads but for now you were happy.

“So… you and your boy?” Lucy Gray said, a teasing glint in her eyes.

“O-oh um… we’re just friends… well I guess we confessed on the train here, but he ain’t asked me to be official and call me dumb but uh… I kind of want him to ask since I confessed first,” you shrugged, blushing slightly.

“It’s not stupid! I mean… I understand your frustration, he should at least have the decency to ask before we die,” Lamina mumbled.

You didn’t know whether to laugh or frown. So you just gave a smile and nod.

The day was getting darker, turning to night. You sighed staring at the sky turning all different colors.

You heard someone sit beside you.

“Whatcha up to darlin’?”

“Oh um… just starin’ at the sorry excuse for a sunset they have here in the Capitol,” you whispered, hugging your knees to your chest.

There was a comforting silence that filled the air. You could hear some cameras training on you and Tanner, some Capitol children musing at you, and the hushed talking of the other tributes behind you. Leaning your head on Tanner’s shoulder as he wrapped his arm around your waist bringing you closer.

“Hey… so I wanna do this the right way. Sure I um… well you confessed but, I shared my feelin’s and how I felt about you… but I guess I wanna be all proper about it I mean… you deserve it and way more… I know I may just be some boy from ten that can barely help his family even from workin’, and can barely talk to ya without makin’ a fool of myself…. But I truly do like you… the way you talk, your sweetness… you’re always helpin’ not just me but others in town you make them clothes and sometimes don’t charge I mean… you’re the best seamstress in town! You’ve been through so much yet you don’t let any of that get ya down or let it turn you bitter… anyway… this is just a long way of me askin’…. (Y/N), will you be officially mine?”

Time froze. There was nothing but you and Tanner in this moment. His words echoed through your head like a choirs haunting singing reverberated through a church.

Slowly you nodded and smile, throwing your arms around him.

“Absolutely I will,” you laughed.

You gave him a quick peck on the lips and smiled.

In this moment there was no Hunger Games, no peacekeepers, no death. There was just you in the arms of the boy who made district ten seem like the best place on earth.

#×reader #fluff #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #treech tbosas #coriolanus snow #tanner tbosas x reader #tanner tbosas #he’s so bbg #I love Tanner #save a horse ride a cowboy #yeehaw

[yukidragon]

Just a curious thought after reading past post of

Alice and Jack having children despite jack being a ghost while Alice is human it possible that Alice can

Have kids even if they genetically inherent jack ability but what if Alice is a male and jack is a woman witch would be Jill.

if Jill wanted kids how could it be possible if Jill the ghost

Ho, ho, ho~! What a fun prompt you've given~ Thank you for giving me the excuse to ramble about the gender bend that I came up with for Alice since Jill was first introduced.

First of all, the male version of Alice is named Arthur King.

Yes, the pun is intentional. It's actually what made me decide on King as Alice's surname.

No, I will not apologize for my love of wordplay.

Speaking of puns and wordplay, the puppet Arthur had as a child instead of Honey Bunny was called Sir Hopsalot. (For my pals who need to use a translator, it's a play on "Hops a lot" and "Lancelot".) As you might expect, it was a bunny dressed as a knight, complete with a felt sword and shield. Eventually I will draw this adorable puppet and a model sheet for Arthur when I can draw again.

Arthur has some small differences between him and Alice, having grown up with a the AMAB societal pressures rather than the AFAB ones. Also certain experiences Alice faced won't apply to Arthur's life and vice-versa. Overall though, he's got generally the same likes/dislikes/personality as his female counterpart. He's still self-conscious about his size and appearance, but he also has added worries about his height on top of his weight. He, like Alice, is pretty short.

Oh, and while I'm at it, if Alice/Arthur was neither male nor female, their name would be Ace. Their puppet would probably be either Honey Bunny or Sir Hopsalot, depending on whether they were AMAB or AFAB since I don't think Ace would really realize their gender identity until they were much older.

Then again... I could just use this as an excuse to make a third, nonbinary bunny puppet.

Or should I say non-bunnary?

No, I will not apologize for that pun either.

Anyway, regardless of gender, Alice is still weak to Jack regardless of his gender. Jill is going to make Alice/Arthur/Ace just as flustered as Jack can.

On that note, since this is a pregnancy headcanon post, there's probably going to be talk of the baby making process and related kinks, so expect some of spicy bits. You can also check out a couple previous happy pregnancy headcanon posts here and here, which also get a bit spicy.

Arthur, like Alice would be keen to have a big family with a lot of kids with his partner, even if it was necessary to use a surrogate or adopt. I imagine Jill would be keen on having kids with her sunshine as well if at all possible.

As I mentioned in the previous headcanon posts, like Jack, I imagine Jill would only be able to get pregnant if her sunshine consents to it. If Arthur/MC isn't ready, it's not happening. Consent is a big part of the character of Jack/Jill after all.

As was mentioned on the official tumblr, Jack can touch and interact with things the more attached his sunshine is to him. "Interact" in the case of pregnancy AUs/headcanons would be, well, getting his sunshine pregnant. It would be the same thing if he were the one getting pregnant as Jill. Pregnancy is combining two peoples' DNA into a biological baby storage container, in a sense. If Jack can make get someone pregnant, then Jill can get impregnated.

Jack, as we've seen from comments made in both the demo and side-game, Sleepy Time Jack, has a heartbeat. He feels warm and solid to his sunshine. He can sweat, has spit, and is capable of producing semen, likely blood too. He has powers that normal ghosts don't possess, which is probably why he's called a ghost(?) on the store page. I think Jack is something more than a ghost, something with the potential to become every bit as real as his sunshine.

So, of course, this would apply to his gender bent counterpart. The more attached MC is to Jill, the more real she becomes. Arthur gets attached to Jill like Alice does to Jack. Jill becomes more and more real to Arthur and after a slow burn romance they fall in love. Once Arthur feels ready for it and is prepared with both money and his job security, he'll want to start having babies with his partner, which Jill would only be happy to do with him.

Arthur would be concerned whether Jill could get pregnant, but she would encourage him that they won't know until they try. Their love is powerful after all. It doesn't matter what the world thinks, all that matters is them and their love.

Oh, and FYI, Jill is still the more dominant one in the bedroom. Arthur, like Alice, is still easily flustered, and Jill is still sneaky and manipulative like Jack - with love of course. Still, Arthur tries his best to pleasure his partner and show lots of love just like Alice does.

Once Jill takes a pregnancy test and it turns out positive, Arthur is stunned, reeling, but so happy. He wants to lift up Jill and spin her around with joy, too choked up to speak, but he's not strong enough. Fortunately, she's got muscles and can spin him around easily.

Jill is not only stronger than Arthur, but taller too, which does leave him feeling self-conscious that he should be more of a "man" for his partner, but she makes sure that he knows he's perfect just the way he is. Men can be sensitive, soft, sweet, and kind too. They can be cuddly and loving and still be a man. After all, he doesn't think of her as less of a woman for being tall with muscles, does he?

Arthur, of course, would insist that's not the case. Jill is gorgeous, practically perfect. He'd fumble to admit that her muscles and height are actually a turn on. He's not into being crushed or choked, but being picked up by his strong partner is just so exciting, even if it makes him feel flustered.

Jill would be trying to still be the one trying to take charge most of the time, taking care of her sunshine, but Arthur would be insisting she rest more for the baby while he takes on the lion's share of the work. He might have gone through a depressed period where he struggled to take care of himself, but Jill helped him appreciate himself more, and he was prepared to step up as a father knowing he had to put lots of work into it. He would try to cook, clean, and help his partner handle any pregnancy cravings and issues that might arrive.

One big hurdle to overcome potentially, if Jill still can't be seen by others even while pregnant, is medical care. They have to take care of her and the baby's health all by themselves. That means researching what nutrition is needed for the baby, what signs to look out for, and generally handle it on their own. Arthur will even have to be the one to deliver the baby, since he's the only one who can, and you bet your ass he'll be studying hard on how to do it right.

Naturally, there would be questions where the baby came from, but that would be something that they would be prepared to handle ahead of time. This pregnancy would only happen after they both had many discussions about it and plans for what they're going to do about the various issues that might come up. Documents can be faked, and Arthur has a big family as well as a few trusted friends who he told about Jill, so they're not alone in this.

Giving birth would hit Jill just as hard as it would Jack, maybe even harder since she would be getting the full force of the pregnancy hormones rather than just some spill over. Their baby looks just like her, or rather just like Josephine, right down to the mole. It would generate a lot of intense emotions, but Arthur would be there to support her and comfort her. There's also the extended family who would be helping support the two with the new baby, even if they can't see Jill.

Jill is at bigger risk of post-partum depression if she still can't be seen after giving birth. Sure, she can talk to other people besides Arthur through writing or passing a message through him, but she's going to be extra needy and clingy with her sunshine. It's something that Arthur would have worried about happening, so he would be extra supportive and attentive to her needs.

Oh, also, since it's something of a tradition in these happy pregnancy posts, there's definitely going to be a lot of pregnancy body worship. Arthur is going to be wanting to cuddle and touch the baby in Jill's belly and letting her know he's so happy that she's carrying their child. He's going to do all he can to make sure she feels loved and appreciated for doing something as demanding as pregnancy and birth.

Also, on a spicier note, Jill is going to encourage Arthur to get a sample of her milk as soon as she's lactating. He's going to struggle to admit it, but he is curious for a taste and when he does, well... he definitely is into the kink. It becomes a regular thing after that, and I'm sure with her powers she'll be able to make sure her sunshine and their baby get plenty of love to drink.

Really, considering we don't know the limits of Jill's supernatural abilities, she might have the ability to lactate even before getting pregnant. Heck, since it's likely that sunshine has summoned her to begin with and is likely responsible for her body existing in the first place, it might be possible for Alice to get Jill pregnant just by them both wanting it. Jack seems to be able to conjure up new outfits after all, like his pajamas and robe, after all, and we still are wondering where the blueberries for the pancakes came from...

Though, to be honest, I suspect that Jack's plan is to eventually be every bit as real as his sunshine, which means Jill would have the same goal. It's entirely possible that by the time Jill and Arthur are committing to expanding their family by having children, other people would be able to see the happy mother-to-be walking around hand in hand with her sunshine for all to see.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #Headcanon Ramblings #Ask

[robynlilyblack]

can you do something about daughter!reader coming out as bi to dad!sirius and him being supportive as all hell??

I need to tell you something...

Sirius Black x daughter! reader 

Summary: Sirius' daughter comes out as bi to him

Warnings: fluff, Sirius being the greatest dad, mentions of food

A/n: 1k words, I love this request and I hope it did a good job with it, I feel like this was the perfect piece for the first of June, thanks so much for requesting, enjoy x

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You played with the leftovers scattered across your plate while everyone else conversed around you. Barely listening as you were planning a speech in your head, a speech you had been practicing for a while now, telling your dad you were bisexual.

It terrified you, maybe more than it should have, you knew your dad loved you, but you had only just gotten him back, and moving into Grimmauld place with the Weasleys, your godbrother, among others, you held off. Everything was perfect and you didn’t want it to risk ruining it

“You should have seen her last year when my brother came off the pitch” Ginny says “Thought she was going to key over, eh y/n?” she wiggles her eyebrows at you

You look up, eyes going wide eyed as you registered her words, turning to your father who just chuckles “Which twin would that be? Need to keep an eye on him, bit young for a boyfriend yet” he says half joking, half serious, making the others laugh

You chuckle nervously as you started to feel a little sick. Fred was handsome and you did have a minor crush on the boy but that wasn’t the reason you got so flustered that day. Sure, shirtless Fred was a sight to behold but just behind him was Angelina. She looked like a goddess, her skin glistening in the sun, her hair though wet from sweat framing her face perfectly, the way vest underneath rode up her taking off her jersey, that was the day you were certain you were also attracted to girls

You weren’t sure if people would get it though, if they would judge you for ‘not being able to choose’, when really you would fall for who you fell for, regardless of their gender, a cute boy was a cute boy and a pretty girl was a pretty girl.

But what if you told them and then Fred asked you out, would they call you a liar? Or if you ended up dating a girl, like Angelina, would you be labelled as gay instead? It was confusing and you hadn't fully figured it all out but keeping it hidden was slowly starting to eat away at you, you needed to tell someone

Later that night you were sat up in the kitchen, sitting on the counter by the window, feet fiddling with one of the tea bag boxes between them.

You heard some footsteps approaching, turning you saw your dad “Hey pup” he smiles at you running himself a glass of water “Can’t sleep?” he asks taking a sip

You nod “Thinking” you sigh bringing your legs to your chest resting your chin upon them

He puts down the glass, hopping up onto the counter next to you “What about?” he inquires softly

You shift closer to your father, moving into a cross legged position, perpendicular to him “I need to tell you something...” you begin, taking a deep breath as your leg begins to shoogle

His hand comes to rest on your knee, calming the shakes “You can tell me anything” he assures you with a warm smile, a smile reserved for very few people “Does this have anything to do with dinner?”

You bob your head “Sort of” you say quietly, still unsure of how to bring it up

“If you and Fred are together that’s okay pup, he’s a good lad…still think you’re a bit young to have a boyfriend though” he says in a way intended to make you laugh but you didn't

What about a girlfriend? you wanted to ask, the comedian in you wanted to say that like those sitcoms you watched, but in reality, you felt a bit crushed. You shouldn’t have felt bad he assumed, you had never given any indicators that you liked women too, but that didn’t stop the ache in your chest, the worry of him not accepting you

“Me and Freddie aren't together” you confess “What I wanted to...umm tell you" you sigh, closing your eyes for a second to gather all of your courage "That day I wasn’t just flustered from him…you see there’s was this other umm…” you hesitate “…girl in my year and she was…was...what I'm trying to say is...” you were cut off as you father pulled you in for a hug, arms wrapped around you in a protective embrace

After the initial shock you melted into it, clutching on to him as your heart stopped aching “Sorry” he says with a small chuckle pulling back “Please finish, I may have jumped the gun a bit but I couldn't stop myself”

You giggle at him before you take a second, building the confidence to say it out loud, something you hadn’t even done on your own to yourself “I think…I know I’m bisexual” you start shaky from ending firmly, feeling a weight off of your shoulders, as your uncle Remus would say ‘a problem shared is a problem halved’

He just smiles at you “I’m so proud of you pup” he says truly, hands on the sides of your shoulders “You’re a lot braver than your ol da”

Your eyes widen “Your?” you say a little surprised

He nods “yeah” he confirms verbally before lifting your legs lightly, motioning for you to let your legs dangle off the counter “Come here” he wraps his arm around you 

You lean into him, turning your body so you could wrap your arms around his torso “When did you know?” you ask peering up at him

“Think I always knew, took me a very long time before I admitted it, too long” he admits a sad tone in his voice “So I completely understand why you were nervous” he holds you a little tighter “I love you so much pup, that will never ever change” he kisses your forehead

“I love you too dad” you smile up at him, you were still nervous about what it all meant but your dad’s overwhelming support made it a lot less scary

He let you talk, listening to everything you had to say, the good and bad thoughts that swirled in your head, your insecurities, first crushes, everything. He helped ease your worries and was more supportive than you could have ever dreamed, letting you know that you didn't have to prove anything to anyone, not to mention if anyone ever gave you shit he would kick their ass

“Did you ever date any boys?” you ask, wanting to know more about your fathers experiences

He smiles slyly “There was one boy…” he starts before proceeding to tell you one of the cutest love stories you had ever heard, a love story that was still active to this day

Thank you for reading and happy pride everyone 💛

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[beautouslysandy]

The Party Punch

Chp. 3

Rafe Cameron x F!Reader

By-Sandy

Warnings: Language, mentions of alcohol and cocaine and not proofread

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You woke up to the irritating sound of your alarm, to hit the stop button with a groan. You rubbed your eyes with a yawn and hopped out of bed. You slowly walked over to your bathroom to wash your face and brush your hair and teeth. Then you got dressed in a yellow tube top and a white tennis skirt, you slipped on some air forces. With that you went down that stairs and went into the kitchen to grab something for breakfast. Jamie was outside in the pool with his new friends, your dad was at work and your mom was at the country club with some old friends as it was her day off. Lulu (your golden lab) was outside with Jamie and his friends, sunbathing. As you opened the fridge and grabbed some orange juice while your bread was in the toaster, your phone pinged. It was Rafe.

Rafe

Y/n, I am sorry about what I said.

Can we talk? I am truly sorry I shouldn't have acted like that

I am sorry, just talk to me when your ready. I will be here.

Today at 9:45am

Y/n. I am sorry that I said that and acted as if I owned you. I was just hurt and that isn’t an excuse but I feel shitty. Okay?

Rafe, I appericate your apology and I will forgive you on one condition

What?

You buy me ice cream whenever I want for a week

Deal.

No, two weeks.

Fine.

Yay, come over to yours?

Yeah. You are such a weirdo.

Thanks, luv u too bbg.

I never said that

Yes you did

Loser

Ass

I will let that slide

For sure bbg

Who said I was your bbg?

Me.

Then your my loser.

I want a better nickname

Like what

Something cheesy, you figure it out

Fine how about sunshine, suits you

See ya bbg

Yeah sure thing sunshine

You felt your face turn into a furnace. You were smiling sheepishly as you headed to Rafe’s. Once you get to the Cameron’s you knock on the front door, which is opened by a frowning Rafe but once he lays eyes on you he began to smile. “Hey, sunshine.” He said in a teasing tone

“Hey” You said with a warm smile. You and Rafe just hung out for a couple of hours in the pool with Topper and Lily who we’re already there. “Let’s have a party, man!” Topper exclaimed with his arm around Lily’s waist. ”Topper, you can’t ask someone to have a party at their home, but we should have a party somewhere!” She said calmly but letting her inner kook out

“Sounds good to me.” Rafe said with that mischievous grin and then looked at you who was wrapped up in a beach towel, you had to borrow a swimsuit from Sarah and it was surprisingly a bit small. You shrugged, Rafe was staring at you, you looked adorable wrapped up in beach towel with no makeup on, he didn’t understand why you used makeup even though it was barely any.

•••• About less than an hour later a bunch people flooded in and were drinking alcohol and snorting cocaine. “You have never been to a kook party have you?” Lily asked who was next to you drinking a Bud Light.

“A what?” You said unfamiliar with the term.

“A kook party? You know a party hosted and full of kook’s?” “What’s a kook, I have been hearing it quite a bit but nobody explained it to me.” “Somebody who is rich and then a pogue is somebody who is poor. On the island your either rich or poor there is no in between.” “Oh.” “Surprised you don’t know since Rafe is the claimed kook king.” You laughed at this ridiculous title that Rafe had which was most likely self-claimed above all else.

“What’s so funny, sunshine?” Rafe said, he was high, he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him.

You got flustered, you didn’t want him to move his arm but it felt odd as you were only friends even though you wanted to be more. You thought this was a sign that he wanted to be more than friends as well but he was high so there was no true way to clarify. Or so you thought. ”Nothing.” You said blushing at the nickname.

Rafe took you hand into his and brought you out to the front of the house. “Y/n…” He said running his hand through your hair, with a soft smile.

“Rafe…” You said with a puzzled tone.

Rafe tried to kiss you but you pushed him away blurting “I don’t want my first kiss with you to when your high!” you covered your mouth after those words escaped your mouth.

Rafe looked at you puzzled but then it clicked in his brain, “Okay, tomorrow then?” He said walking up to you putting his arm around your waist. “Y/n?” You heard a familiar voice call with hurt

You turned to see JJ, John B, and Sarah. “What’s going on?” Sarah said taking your hand and pulling you away from Rafe. It was like she was trying to protect you from something.

“It’s none of your business.” Rafe said shooting Sarah a look of disgust, he took your arm to pull you to him when JJ stopped him. “What the hell?” Rafe said to the blond pogue who was getting in the way of being with his sunshine. “Your high, man.” JJ stated stepping in between you and Rafe. You were speechless. “So what?” Rafe said getting closer to JJ ready to throw a punch in his face. All Rafe could think about is how JJ could stop him and his sunshine from being together and being madly in love with one another. Before he could think clearly he punched JJ in the face or he thought was JJ. He heard a cry of pain, and realized he just punched you in the face, his sunshine. ”Y/n! Sunshine…I….I didn’t realize…” He said not being able to form sentences he was so ashamed of himself for not realizing it was you, how could he be so stupid and reckless. He hurt you. He wrapped you into a hug, you were ready to fight it but you feel so safe and loved in his arms. “You punched me in the face.” You said coldly.

“I thought you were JJ!” He said with a sniffle.

“I stepped in front of him.” You said looking up to see a tear running down Rafe’s face. You wiped the tear with your thumb.

“I am so sorry, sunshine.” He muttered with gulit and was followed by another sniffle. “It was an accident.” You said putting your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat slow down. His chest rising and falling making your head follow along. He kissed the top of your head without thought, you said nothing. You felt Sarah’s eyes on you, she hated that you were falling for Rafe’s tricks. JJ was hurt but had a feeling you two would end up with each other. John B had truly no say in matter. ••• You we’re in Rafe’s room (you slept over, nothing naughty, you know you were thinking it) your head on his chest. He was twirling your hair around with his index finger. You yawned, and pulled the covers up. You could hear Rafe’s smile, you looked up to see him looking down at you with a soft yet over-joyed smile.

In a groggy voice in he said softly “Morning, sunshine.” You smilies at the nickname, “Good morning, handsome.”

“So, do you remember last night?” He asked, smirking at the nickname you chose to call him, even though he already knew your answer

“What?” You said acting clueless

His facial expression’s changed instantly at this, “Your joking right?” He asked hopefully.

“I remember everything from you trying to kiss me to you accidentally punching me in the face.” You said frowning at the last few words as you said them.

“I am really sorry about that, but I am glad you remembered because now I can do this.” He said staring with an apologetic tone and it turning to a flirtatious tone ending with a kiss. You pulled back stunned.

“Oh.” He said scratching the back of neck, he looked at you his face was getting pink.

You kissed him and he kissed you back, you sat on his lap and you both pulled out of the kiss. You rested your hands on his chest, he had this huge grin that made you smile like sun. You two just sat there looking into each others eyes not knowing what was yet to come…

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[superblycaffeinated]

Let’s try this again, shall we? Find the list of March Prompts I’m participating in here - I hope you join in! I love seeing all the different stories people come up with from the same words  “You’re lucky I think you’re cute.” / “Wait, you think I’m cute?” requested for McWinters a billion years ago on the old blog, and I hope this fluff (a twinge spicy) fulfills what you were hoping for. 

Macey McHenry / Preston Winters

Her lips twitch as he huffs next to her, a bead of his sweat marking a trail her lips are growing envious of. Down his temple, over a scruff lined jaw, then disappearing along his throat, making something stick inside of hers as she clears it. 

Why the hell is it so sexy when men sweat?

“Who knew shoes weighed so much,” he grumbles as muscles twitch around the cardboard. 

She hums, gaze flitting down to the bold and neatly printed ‘G.A Books’ on the box she carries, thinking better to not mention how her forehead is not dappled with sweat like his. 

Hoisting the last box over the tailgate, Macey glances around at the collection, her most important possessions - her life - broken down to half of a truck bed and the man beside her. 

A life could be worse. 

Preston’s biceps flex under the black cotton of a t-shirt as he closes the gate. He taps twice on the rim, rust and flakey red paint fluttering beneath his fingers as he turns to her. 

Somewhere, somehow, the boy grew up into a man, apparent by dark hair that grows on his jaw and upper lip despite shaving yesterday. It’s in the lean muscles, sharpened features, deeper voice, and lines next to eyes that squint when he smiles at her. 

Yes, a life could be far worse. 

“Well, shall we get to it?” He asks, fingers catching a piece of her dark hair that’s fluttered out of a ponytail before they linger on her cheek. 

He stares at her in a way that makes something crack inside her chest, like a wildflower that can’t help but push through the dirt when it gets that little bit of attention it needs from the sun. 

Her fingers catch his as they leave her skin, before they can get too far, lips skimming his wrist in a chaste kiss that makes his cheeks twinge pink. 

Macey smiles, a little proud she can still make the man just as flustered as the boy.

“I’m ready if you are.”

“Oh, Mace,” he laughs, shaking his head at her as he murmurs, “You have no idea how ready I am.”

It’s her turn for cheeks to turn pink when he pulls their entwined fingers up to his mouth, kissing her wrist, her palm, the silver metal on her finger all the while keeping bold eye contact. 

Not for the first time, Macey is grateful she didn’t just let her sun give attention, but that she allowed him to nurture, to care, to prove he could be trusted with something so fragile. 

Something inside of her is finally set free, Love - hope - ready to blossom in the environment they were always meant to. 

Macey backs away, hip hitting the truck as she tries to keep her cool and act like the mere thought of being married to him soon isn’t sending her heart rate flying at a totally not calm and collected rate of an operative. 

“You’re lucky I think you’re cute.” A half hearted threat against all this public display of affection she’d normally never stand for. 

Preston beams at her from across the truck bed, their steps towards the front of the borrowed truck in perfect sync until they’ve reached their prospective doors. 

She hops in, slamming the door before turning to find his face incredibly close to hers. So close she can smell the cinnamon of his toothpaste on his breath that fans over her lips, so close that if she tilted her head just an inch her mouth could part over his and taste it too. 

“You think I’m cute?” His voice is low and husky and so not fair. 

“I-”

Lips brush the corner of hers, kissing up her jaw before he quips breathlessly against her skin, “Not roguishly handsome? Charming? Sexy?” 

He presses another kiss just below her ear that is entirely not chaste before he whispers like they’re the only two people in the world. 

“I think you’re beautiful Macey McHenry.”

The woman she is now melts at the promise she believes in a way the girl never could have. 

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