#im on a ROLL today! 3 posts in a day haha

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part 3 of childhood best friends!charles&y/n

part 1 part 2

ynupdates

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ynupdates Y/N today in Monaco!

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user1 so good to see her again 🥹 it's feels like it's been years since she deleted her socials

ylnleclerc she's home in monaco 🥰

user4 hey this is my pic haha she was super nice when i talked to her and she said she's doing really well after i asked how she was! she was with joris and another one of her friends

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user7 JORIS? AS IN CHARLES' JORIS????

September 14, 2023

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joris_trouche Princess of Monaco has returned

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user3 moving back to monaco..hanging with joris...charles liking this post...i could cry

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user6 i need pictures of them together now im so serious joris open up that camera roll or i'll fight

ylnleclerc MY ANGEL

ynstan tell her to come back to instagram please please

user8 charles liked this so fast oh wow 😭😭

September 19, 2023

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yourinstagram the past 2 months at home 🧸

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ylnleclerc CHARLESFJDBSJENEKRNRIRBSIENDI

user1 WE ARE SO BACK WE ARE SOOOOOOOO BACK

ynstan wife is back on instagram 🥹🥹🥹🥹

user4 not them lowkey getting exposed by that guy on twitter that met charles a few days ago jdbdnssn

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user12 why are we not talking about how he said they were so close that it seemed like they were dating...

charles_leclerc Can you follow me back now?

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yourinstagram i should block you again for locking me out of the house

charles_leclerc It was an accident 🏃‍♀️

ynstan are these bitches living together 😧

user11 the world is healing global warming has ended birds are chirping flowers are blooming

charlesfan i literally cant believe this is real i keep thinking im dreaming

user5 she was back in monaco for two months and no one knew until recently 😭

arthur_leclerc 🥰🥰

September 25, 2023

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc Good Saturday. Now let's push for a good Sunday 🙃

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yourinstagram superstar 🫶

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user2 still the most supportive ever :( <3

charles_leclerc if i win will you follow me back?

yourinstagram maybe 😋

user3 bravo amore ❤️

f1 🙌

joris_trouche You better win for that y/n follow 🤣

charlesfan YOU GOT THIS KING

ynleclerc y/n still not following him is the funniest thing ever when you consider the fact that they are 100% dating

October 1, 2023

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram forever boy turns 26 today 🥹 i've loved you three (eleven*) summers!!!! and i want em all!!!!!

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pascale.leclerc.355 Enfin 🫶 (finally)

user4 soulmates 😭😭😭😭😭

landonorris #HappyCharlesDay

charles_leclerc Je t'aimerai à jamais. (i will love you forever)

charles_leclerc Thank you for the follow back

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yourinstagram anything for my fans ❤️

danielricciardo Happy birthday Charlie

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yourinstagram only i can call him that back off 😒

user2 "forever boy" i'm sobbing my eyes out

arthur_leclerc Last picture 🤣

charlesfan ELEVEN SUMMERS 😭😭😭😭😭😭

October 16, 2023

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@the-night-owl-blr : Gello! Sooooo Y/n is toying around with the potions again and she "accidentally" drank another potion BUT instead of having her personality change I want her voice to change, like into something deep, Corpse husband deep and i wanna see the R8 ladies reaction to it. (Im very much inlove with your vlog do I might request/ask often)

Haha! That’s a good idea! So glad you enjoy my blog :) Read the post this ask is talking about here! Reader, as usual, is gender neutral. Let’s get into it!

Y/N: *Once again messing around in Miranda’s lab*

Miranda: *Keeping a close eye on Y/N as she works, doesn’t want a repeat of the personality swap potion incident, gave Y/N some busy work to keep them occupied* Now, Y/N. You keep organizing those nuts and bolts… It’s very important to my research.

Y/N: You got it, Mother Miranda! *Picks up the pace of their sorting*

Miranda’s doorbell: *Rings*

Miranda: Damn it! I think that might be my Postmates… Y/N, whatever you do, don’t stop organizing, okay?

Y/N: Yes, Mother Miranda!

Miranda: *Satisfied that Y/N is thoroughly distracted, leaves*

Y/N: *Waits for Miranda to be out of earshot, laughs and rubs their hands together* Now, what kind of chaos can I cause today?

Y/N: *Looks through various experiments, finds a bright green potion, can’t resist drinking the forbidden Gatorade*

Miranda: *Comes back into the lab*

Y/N: *Runs back to their spot quickly, starts sorting the nuts and bolts again*

Miranda: *Stuffs a huge burrito in her face, bits of food fly out of her mouth while she talks* Everything okay in here?

Y/N: *Disgusted, nods their head*

Miranda: *Satisfied, snarfs her burrito*

Y/N: *Trying to see if they feel any different, annoyed when nothing seems to be out of the ordinary, decides to just call it a day and head home* Mother Miranda, I’m gonna go back to the castle now. *Voice is like 3 times lower than it normally is, eyes widen in surprise*

Mother Miranda: *Stares at Y/N, loud eating halts, rice and chicken smeared all over her face* Y/N? What’s wrong with your voice?

Y/N: *Totally freaked out, starts inching towards the door so Miranda doesn’t find out what they did* Oh… Um, I think it’s just a head cold. Bye now!

Miranda: *Narrows her eyes at Y/N, wipes her mouth, grabs Y/N by the arm to keep them from leaving, rolls her eyes* Aww. Poor little thing. You don’t mind if I give you a quick check-up do you?

Y/N: *Cringes* U-um, I’m totally fine, Mother Miranda! I’m gonna go home and eat some soup!

Miranda: *Pushes Y/N into a chair and ties them up* I know you took one of my potions again, you little idiot! Which one was it? I want to make sure your eyeballs don’t pop out of their sockets or something.

Y/N: *Horrified, yells* Why do you have a potion that can do that?!

Miranda’s front door: *Bursts open to reveal the Dimi sisters*

Cass: Y/N! Grab your shit we’re taking you home!

Miranda: Girls! We’re in the lab!

The Dimi sisters: *Swarm to where Y/N and Mother Miranda are*

Bela: *Takes one look at Y/N tied up, sighs* What did they do this time, Mother Miranda?

Miranda: *Glaring at Y/N* They took another one of my potions, but they won’t tell me which one.

Dani: I’ll take care of this! *Mercilessly tickles Y/N’s sides* Tell us what we want to know!

Y/N: *Busts out laughing in a deep man’s voice* Haha! Stop it, Dani! I’m gonna piss myself!

The Dimi sisters: *All freeze at what they just heard*

Dani: Wow! Can you do the “Luke, I am your father.” line?! PLEEEEAASSEEE!

Y/N: *Laughs* Luke, I am your father!

Cass and Dani: *Very impressed, clap their hands in approval*

Bela: *Rolls her eyes*

Miranda: *Doesn’t get the reference* You sired a child named Luke?!

The Dimi sisters and Y/N: *Turn to Miranda in outrage* You uncultured swine!

Miranda: *Surprised by the visceral reaction, groans* You know what? All of you get out of my lab. Y/N, if you haven’t become violently ill by now you’ll probably be fine.

Cass: *Cuts Y/N out of the chair*

The Dimi sisters and Y/N: *Start heading home*

Dani: *Keeps making Y/N say funny things in their new voice*

The Dimi sisters and Y/N: *See Donna out for a walk*

Bela: *Giggles and whispers a bad pick-up line for Y/N to tell Donna*

Y/N: *Smiles and nods*

Donna: *Sees the group and walks over to say hello* Good evening, everyone.

The Dimi sisters: *Say hello*

Y/N: *Grins at Donna* Your hand looks heavy… Can I hold it for you?

Donna: *Has a bit of an involuntary fit, cheeks burning* Y/N, w-why would you s-say that! And what’s w-wrong with your v-voice?!

Y/N: *Laughs* Some stupid potion I took at Mother Miranda’s. No big deal though.

Donna: *Asks something non-intelligible because she’s so quiet*

Y/N: *Raises on eyebrow* Sorry, what did you say?

Donna: *Blushes harder, but repeats her question, louder this time* W-would you s-sing “That’s Amore”? *Squeaks in embarrassment and hides her face in her hands*

Y/N: Oh! I know that song! *Clears their throat* When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie that’s amore!

Donna: *Immediately faints from the ASMR tingles*

The Dimi sisters and Y/N: *Look at each other and shrug, the group makes a detour to drop Donna off at her house*

Angie: *Fucking shocked*

The Dimi sisters and Y/N: *Finally get back home*

Y/N: You three go in and tell your mother we’re home. I’ve got a surprise for Alci! *Chuckles and runs off*

A few minutes later

Y/N: *Kicks the door to Alcina’s bedroom open, wearing a cowboy hat, starts singing* Baby lock them doors and turn the lights down low!

Alcina: *Alarmed because she heard a man-thing’s voice, smacks Y/N through a wall*

Y/N: *Groans, lying in the rubble, rubs their head* Alci! It’s me!

Alcina: How dare you call me by that name! Only my spouse is allowed to call me that! *Unsheathes her claws*

Y/N: *Takes off the cowboy hat, holds their hands up in surrender* Alci, babe, it’s me, Y/N! *Shows that they’re wearing their wedding ring*

Alcina: *Eyes widen* Y/N? What happened to you?! Why do you sound like this?!

Y/N: *Dusts themself off, stands up* Well, I took another potion at Miranda’s, hehe… But hopefully it will wear off soon!

Alcina: *Snarls, picks Y/N up by the collar* You buffoon! Now you’re in trouble!

Y/N: *Gulps, scared* Um, is there going to be a punishment or something??

Alcina: *Smirks* Yes! It’s been so long since I’ve had someone with a deep voice to sing a duet with. You’re going to sing whatever I tell you to!

Y/N: That doesn’t sound too bad!

The next morning

Y/N: *Voice is completely gone, Alcina’s still making them sing, about to pass out*

Alcina: *Lounging in her bed, smoking a cigarette* One more verse of “I got rhythm”, draga!

Y/N: *Falls on the floor face-first*

Masterlist

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[dearlyjoonie]

Cross Your Mind | KNJ (18+)

Pairing: idol!namjoon x writer!reader

Genre: romance / friends to lovers / slow burn / smut

Warnings: none!

Word Count: 1.5k

Synopsis: after being ghosted one too many times, you start to think that maybe love and relationships just aren’t in the cards for you. that is, until your friend confesses something that he’s been hiding from you, you start to change your mind.

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author's note: it's my birthday today! 🥳 im getting to the age now where birthday's aren't as much fun anymore, but it's still worth celebrating and enjoying the special day. i recently made a taglist (with the help of @souryoong even in spite my vast expanse of computer knowledge, i had no idea how to make one haha) that way you guys can be tagged whenever i post an update, since i feel like most of you guys aren't seeing my posts. can't have that happen :( anyway, i hope you enjoy this chapter! as always, let me know what you think (my inbox/asks are always opened!) and i am going to go eat my weight in vegan chocolate cake. enjoy! p.s. of course i had to make namjoon read little women in this chapter, because it’s one of my favorite books ever & I just picture him loving it too. <3

Chapter 5

“I cannot believe you let me drink so much,” You speak over the phone to Jimin, as you pop two aspirin and take a gulp of water.

“Oh c’mon, we were having fun!” Jimin replies, laughing. Hearing him almost makes you laugh, but you wince in pain when it makes your head hurt.

“Yeah, I was having fun, until I woke up with a pounding headache this morning.” You say, as you sit down at your desk in front of your computer.

“Sorry… Yoongi warned me to cut you off after the third, I should have listened,” He continued. “Anyway, what are you up to today?”

“Other than nursing a slight hangover,” You chuckle. “I’m working, even though it’s the last thing I want to do right now. I can barely stand to even look at my computer.” You groan.

“Well if you’re working I’ll let you go then,” Jimin sweetly says. “I was actually going to get to bed anyway.”

You glance at your clock on your computer and realize that it is, in fact, 7:30 am.

“Jimin, you stayed up all night?!” You reply, your eyes widening. You’re shocked, but not really. After all, he did this all the time.

“Yeah,” He laughs at your reaction. “Jungkook and I both did.”

You shake your head.

“I don’t know how you guys do it.”

“Anyway, I’m going to go.” Jimin says. “Hopefully you feel better soon.”

“Yeah, I hope so. Honestly, a nap on my couch later is sounding better and better,” You laugh.

“Goodnight.” You say sarcastically and you both laugh before you hang up.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You wake up to the sound of knocking at your door, and you groan in annoyance as you roll off of your couch.

“What the hell?” You mumble to yourself as you comb your fingers through your hair in an attempt to look presentable for whoever was at your door.

Sliding on your slippers that sat next to the couch, you go to the door, and in your slightly-groggy state you're surprised to see Namjoon standing in the doorway when you open it.

“Joon, what are you doing here?” You say, stepping back to allow him to walk in. He’s wearing his glasses, dressed in sweats, and you’re slightly jealous of how he can look so effortlessly cool, when you probably look like a wreck.

“I was out for a walk, and I thought I’d stop by,” Namjoon replies as he walks inside, and you glance down to realize that he has a leash in his hand, and a white dog trails in behind him. “I called you, but you didn’t answer.”

“I was taking a nap, I had a headache earlier,” You shut the door, then look down at Moni and smile.

“You brought Moni with you.”

You crouch down on the floor to unhook him from his leash, and as soon as you do he’s immediately licking at your face.

“Yeah, I figured he missed you,” Namjoon laughs. “I think he likes you more than he likes me.”

He smiles as you give Moni a kiss on his head, and he settles on the ground comfortably by your feet before you stand up again, and you notice that Namjoon appears concerned now.

“Are you feeling okay though? Are you sick?” He questions, as his eyes seem to examine you to see if you’re really okay.

“Yeah Joon, I’m fine. I just drank too much at your party.” You laugh, playfully shoving his chest, earning a laugh from Namjoon.

“I had fun though, I just wished I could’ve seen more of you last night.”

Your words make Namjoon’s heart pound in his chest.

You wanted to see him?

“Anyway,” You change the subject. “Guess what I did today.” You’re anxiously waiting for him to respond, smiling so hard your cheeks hurt.

“What? I know it’s something good,” Namjoon smirks back at you knowingly. “I can tell by the look on your face.”

“I finished my book.” You reply, beaming with pride.

“You what?” Namjoon’s eyes go wide as a smile appears on his face, and he can’t help but pull you in for a hug. “Oh y/n, I’m so proud of you.”

“I know,” You reply as he lets go. “It’s already sent out and everything. I’m so happy I could cry, isn’t that silly?” You embarrassingly laugh, as you rub your eyes with the sleeve of your sweatshirt to wipe away the tears that are already forming.

“No, no, don’t cry,” Namjoon says gently, rubbing your shoulders to calm you down. “Even if it’s over something good, I don’t want to see you cry.”

You smile at him, “I know, I know,” You start, “I cry over everything. I’ve been hanging out with Jimin too much.” You earn a laugh from Namjoon.

“I’ll let you read a little bit of it if you want,” You say. “But only one chapter, I want you to be surprised when you read it.”

“That’s it?” Namjoon pouts. “C’mon…”

“Nope.” You shake your head. “Now c’mon.” You start to walk to your office, and Namjoon smiles to himself as Moni gets up to follow you.

You open up your manuscript on your computer and turn around to call Namjoon over to sit down and read it, when you notice he’s distracted himself looking at your bookshelf.

“I didn’t know you had all these books.” Namjoon says, as his eyes wander the expanse of books on the shelves.

“Yeah, I’ve been kind of on a book buying spree lately, kind of like somebody else I know.” You reply. Namjoon tries to hide his smile but his dimples give it away.

“Some of them I have had for a while though.”

He picks up a book and thumbs through it, noticing all your highlights and notes in the margins.

“You highlight stuff in these?” He questions.

“Yeah, mostly stuff I’m inspired by, like quotes and stuff,” You nod. “Or just things I like.”

He puts the book back on the shelf, then picks up your copy of Little Women, a favorite of yours.

“That one’s one of my favorites,” You say, noticing the book he has in his hands. “I’ve read it a bunch of times.”

“I know, I remember you talking about it,” Namjoon replies, as he begins to thumb through it. “I’ve actually never read it before.”

“Really?” You’re actually surprised, since Namjoon read a ton of books, sometimes even more than you, and you often wondered how he had the time since he was usually so busy working.

“You can borrow it if you want. You should read it, I think you’d like it.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

You’re sound asleep when you’re awoken at 1 am to your phone vibrating. You grab your phone off your nightstand to realize that it’s Namjoon calling you.

“Joon? Do you know what time it is?” You answer, your voice heavily laced with sleep.

“I know, I’m sorry to wake you,” Namjoon apologizes, and he sounds wide awake. You can’t help but wonder what he’s been doing all night.

“I wanted to talk to you about the book.”

Reading. He’s been reading all night.

“You called me at 1 am to talk to me about the book?” You laugh. “Namjoon, it’s 1 o’clock in the morning.” You hear him laugh on the other line.

You sit up in your bed, rubbing your eyes to try and wake up a little. “So, let’s hear it. What do you think so far?”

“You were right.” Namjoon says and you smile.

“You like it?” You ask him, eager to hear his opinion on your favorite book.

“Yeah, a lot. I can see why it’s your favorite.” Namjoon replies. “I really like this Jo character actually, she reminds me a lot of you.” He smiles.

“Oh really?” Your heart glows at his compliment, at least it’s a compliment to you. After all, she is your favorite of the March sisters.

“How so?”

“Her personality, just the way she acts.” He says. “Like when Amy burned Jo’s manuscript, and to get back at her she almost let her drown in the frozen lake. I feel like that’s something you’d do if someone did that to you.”

You can’t help but laugh. “You think I would do that?”

“Yeah,” He laughs. “I know you’d be just as upset if someone did something like that to you.”

“I can’t believe you’re that far in the book already,” You say, once you realize how much of the book he’s actually read.

“Are you kidding? I haven’t been able to put it down.” Namjoon replies. “So, what I don’t understand is why Jo is going to New York. Doesn’t she have like… a thing for Laurie?”

“She’s avoiding him. She thinks he loves Amy.” You answer, smiling to yourself as you await his response.

“What? No way. They have to end up together. It’s obvious.” Namjoon says in disbelief.

“You’ll find out soon enough.” You chuckle, then glance at your clock and realize what time it is.

“God, how is it already almost 3 am?”

“Is it really?” Namjoon answers, as he checks his phone. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. We’ve been talking about this book for two hours.” He laughs.

“Joon, I have to go to bed,” You yawn, laying down in your bed again. “We can talk about this more tomorrow.”

“Okay,” Namjoon replies. “I suppose I will let you get back to sleep.”

You laugh. “Goodnight, Namjoon.”

“Goodnight.” Namjoon smiles, as you both hang up.

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These Days -Prologue || Danny Wagner x OC

authors note ||

This is my very first public piece of writing of any kind and i’m really nervous to post it to be completely honest. It’s a short prologue introducing some of the main characters. I do have some of the first official chapter written so if you enjoy this, expect that by next week. I’m thinking Friday updates after this but we’ll see how that works out in the future haha.

This is obviously a work of complete fiction, and these are not accurate representations of the boys, just a little fantasy I came up with in my head. This is really just me dreaming out loud.

These Days is a Danny x OC fic, and will contain mature topics in the coming chapters so 18+ please, but I don’t think I have any warnings for this chapter so without further ado, please enjoy !

“Just like good sex!” Josh laughs into the microphone, and the crowd goes absolutely feral as Sammy starts playing the intro to The Barbarians

“Children with their-“ BEEP BEEP BEEP

It was just a dream, as usual.

“Tilly!” Jamie yells walking into my room, “Its 8:30 and we have to be at the marina by 9:30 to catch the ferry. Get the fuck up and get ready, your bags are already in the car.”

“Jamiiieeee” I groaned, getting out of bed, “I was at a Greta show and they were about to play Barbs”

“God they’re even in your dreams? You can dream all about those bland white men when we get to Bellmare. 3 months of blissful, drama free time on the Island.” I could have sworn I saw his eyes roll back into his head, we needed this trip. “Now come on and maybe if we don’t miss the 9:30 we can make it in time for breakfast at Farrah’s.”

“I could go for an omelet….“ I sighed “Ok, ok I’m up.”

Jamie and I have been going to The Island, a.k.a. Bellmare, CT every summer since I graduated high school 4 years ago, but this summer is the first time we’ve stayed for more them a few days. This time we spent the whole year putting together money to escape Crullfeld, Massachusetts and all that haunted us there. We found a cottage that allowed us to bring our pets a day earlier so we truly had nothing to call us back. It’s going to be a summer of rest and relaxation.

I stepped onto the cool tile of the bathroom floor with the outfit I picked out last night in hand. It’s a pair of black running shorts, black Birkenstocks, and a pink crew neck sweatshirt from some other cookie cutter New England beach town. Perfect for a travel day. After brushing my teeth, washing my face, and brushing my hair, I applied light makeup before putting on my outfit, grabbing my bag, and going to find Jamie.

“Cute. Ready to head out?” He asks, wearing a similar outfit, just with a yellow sweatshirt.

“As I’ll ever be.” I smiled, “Can I do the music on the way there?”

“I guess, but when we come back in September it’s Taylor the whole way back.” He sighs. He makes fun of me but he’s just as obsessed with Taylor as I am with Greta.

“It’s 10:30” I say as Jamie drives his car off the ferry, “If we book it across the island we can make it to Farrah’s in 10 leaving us 20 minutes for breakfast?”

“Matilda” he says in the most condescending snarky tone I’ve ever heard, and gives me a disapproving look “We aren’t showing up 20 minutes before close. We can grab food at the market, let’s get checked in.”

“Fine” I roll my eyes, sighing. “You don’t need to speak to me like I’m a child though. And Im sure Farrah wouldn’t mind.”

RANDY CLARKE - Bellmare Cottage

T: Hey Randy! We just got off the ferry, is it ok if we check in now?

RC: Sure kid. Keys in the lockbox where you left it last night, code is 8503.

T: Thanks a bunch!

“Ok I texted Randy, he said it’s all set.”

We brought most of our belongings and the cats there last night.

R: Oh and I know I told yous that that the other cottage wasn’t booked until late August, but the guys who booked it moved up the reservation to today. It’s just 4 guys from Nashville, they seem like they won’t be a bother.

T: That’s fine, thanks for letting us know! See you around?

R: Im sure you will, kid.

“He said there’s some guys from Nash staying in the other cottage starting today”

“Nashville? Isn’t that where your little band is from?”

“I’m sure it’s just some random guys.” I say as we pull into the driveway of our little cottage.

Randy’s property has 2 homes: a 5 bed 6 bath with a pool, home theatre, and basically anything else you could want. Officially called Clarke Manor, the locals tourists alike all referred to it as just “The Manor”. The second house, the one Jamie and I rented, “The Love Shack”, a.k.a. “The Shack” is a little 2 bed 2 bath cottage with no frills. Kinda meant for honeymooners?

Running in with my bags ahead of Jamie, I ran upstairs and claimed the master bedroom. It has a queen sized bed with fresh, fluffy white sheets, a dresser, a tv, a little couch across from the bed, and a small en suite bathroom. But the star of the show is the ocean view, the one thing, aside from the bathroom, that made this room special. So you know I just had to take it.

I hear a little pitter patter and see the cats run up next to me.

“Hi babies” I smile. Jamie had taken the ferry last night to bring most of our stuff, including our 3 cats, Delilah, Chip, and Alice, to The Shack “I missed you all last night”

“Jamie! Come say hi to the babies, they missed us.” I yelled down the stairs

“I saw them last night-“ he tries to argue, but quickly looses when Alice practically jumps into his arms “Hi pretty baby” he coos at her walking into the room.

“Morgan just texted me saying him and Summer are on their way with some food, it’s your lucky da-“ he begins to say, until he realizes I took the nice room. His is nice too, nearly identical to mine, just no bathroom and no ocean view. “Fine, you can have it, but in 45 days, we’re switching. Anyway, Farrah sent them with some food so we can push going to the market until tomorrow, if you want to.”

Morgan and Summer are Farrah’s kids, and they’re the same ages as Jamie & I, 24 and 22. They went to the same elementary school as us until Farrah decided to move to Bellmare full time the year before Summer and I went into 6th grade. Summer was my best friend and Jamie was Morgan’s, and when they moved, that’s when Jamie and I became the pair we are today.

“Your wait is over, the food is herreee” Morgan sang into the living room, not bothering to knock “Jammieee where art thou”

“Tilly!” Summer said bringing me into a hug as soon as I walked into the room, “it’s so good to see you!”

“I’ve missed you so much Summer!” I said, hugging her back.

“No hello for me?” Morgan says in a mock-offended voice. “I’m distraught, Tils.”

I smiled and gave him the biggest hug.

“Of course I have a hello for you.” I look over his shoulder to see Jamie leaned against the door frame “But I think there’s someone else waiting for their reunion”

“Jamie, my beloved” Morgan jokes and walks over to where he is stood, wrapping his arms around Jamie the best he could being far taller. “Oh how I’ve missed you”

“Missed you even more” Jamie smiles, stepping back to look into Morgan’s eyes.

“Oi, when are you two gonna give it up and date already?” Summer laughs walking over to Jamie, giving him a light punch on the shoulder. “Nice to see you, brother.”

“And when are you gonna mind ya beeswax” Jamie quips back. “Nice to see you too, Summer.”

But honestly, she has a point. They’ve been flirting for years. It’s clear they like each other, we’re just waiting for someone to make a move. Maybe this is their summer of love.

The food Farrah sent was just a few burgers with fries, and we spent the next half hour catching up talking about this and then I had an idea.

“So, I was texting Randy when we got here this morning he said there’s 4 guys from Nashville staying at The Manor, maybe you two could bring a welcome gift and check it out?” I said, hoping they catch my drift

“You think it’s that band you and Summer like, don’t you?” Morgan smirks, and Summer’s eyes go wide

“Not me, Jamie does. But you two are gonna find out for me.” I say back

“I just think 4 guys from the same place where Greta Van Fleet live, staying at the big house, can’t just be a coincidence. I’ll go with you, Summer seems a little shell shocked.” Jamie laughs

“You’re just now telling me you think you’ll be staying next to Sam Kiszka this whole summer? And we’ve been here for 45 minutes? Let’s go, go get some muffins and find out!” She basically yells, looking at me wide eyed

“Calm down Sam lane, it’s probably not. But it could be… so listen to her and go bring over those muffins, I could be living next to Daniel Jean Louise Marie Wagner” I agree.

“Alright, we’re going” Morgan puts his hands up, turning to Jamie “let’s get a move on, J.”

They walk out the door to get the muffins from Farrah, and as soon as they do, I look at summer with the biggest smile on my face, “I might be neighbors with Greta van Fleet.”

“We may get to meet Greta” she smiles back, “Holy fuck”

So that was the prologue! Please let me know your thoughts, i’d love to hear them 🤍

#sam kiszka #josh kiszka #daniel robert wagner #sammy kiszka #greta van fleet fan fiction #greta van fic #danny wagner #greta van fluff #greta van fleet #Spotify

[outcast-thingz]

Mutual Appreciation!!! Thank you so much for being here. Regardless of how often we talk, I will always hold the memories dear.

Yeah so normally this goes the other way around on a day like this but I really couldn't care less. I honestly didn't remember my birthday (aka today) was coming up until yesterday. I've been super focused on helping out with stuff for my dad's wedding. Okay excuses out of the way? Good. Final thing i need to state, this is in no particular order!

@bisexual-confusion Nerris, you show me so much support and enthusiasm for the things I create. Honestly I don't think I would have done as much as I have done (so far) with BOTH Outcast Squad and F U Flowers with out you. Really. You comments and reactions mean a lot. Outside of that talking to you in general is um.. soothing? Calming? Sure something like that 😂 but seriously talking with you even about normal stuff like how our days went is really nice.

@yeet-man haha you're writing is so interesting and eye catching for me. I know we haven't been mutuals for long but I can tell you have such a creative mind. Those what if scenarios always get me thinking.

@xsugarysweetsx I know things havent been fun lately... but I really hope you're doing well hun.. you're such a sweet and beautiful person. I always find myself running back to look at the stories you've written. Whether I'm talking to you are seeing the interactions between you and your followers, I end up smiling.

@x-ap0llo-x hi 🥺 I hope you're doing okay and that more donations are rolling in. It's been a while since we actually talked. Still I laugh at some of interactions we've had. I was kinda scared of talking with mutuals but people like you and (the previously mentioned) sweets helped me out. Even if you guys don't realize it.

@red-riot-rat Sunshine, a nick name with a purpose. Talking with you always brights my day no matter how bad it's been. I honestly couldn't have written some of the first I have if I hadn't talked with you. Especially my Denki one as cheesy as it is.

@spir1tfar3r <3 pretty and funny damn. Okay but seriously no matter what account you're on, its you and entirely you. That probably sounds weird but im not sure how else to describe it. I'm so glad to have you as mutual from talking about Fandom we enjoy and fanfic ideas to jokingly going back and forth with God awful pick up lines that made me giggle... it's really fun and I appreciate the time we've talked together.

@astro-pioneer You!! Hi!!! Playing with you on genshin? So much fun and you were so freaking helpful. I loved joking about our fondness (and Cove's hatred) of Childe and making the creation of undercut Kurapika. It's thanks to you I have Kormit and a bunch of cute little sketches I was inspired to do of him.

@gayfanficanonymous hi 🥺 I hope you're doing well. Alot of my mutuals have made me laugh but none quite as much as you. Whether it be reactions you have in the hashtags of a post of some sort or we were talking about some dumb shit, I have laughed a lot. You also gave me a lot of support for Outcadt Squad and I can't thank you enough for it.

#i love you guys so much #you all make me very happy #one of my favorite things is to make others smile #so this is what i wanted to for my birthday #make y'all smile #hope it works #starshine talks

[berryunho]

helo it is i san anon and i am here to tell u abt the concert !!

we had seated tickets so went a bit late (still like an hour before the show started 🫣 um) AND I WAS RESPONSIBLE by not buying any merch bc i bought a lot at the popup store hehe

anyway so the atinys behind us were rly nice n started talking to us AND THEN ONE OF THEM GAD ALREADY SEEN THE SOUNDCHE K PICS OF MINGI AND I WAS LIKE WAIT WHAT?? HE DID WHAT??? I FEEL SO BAD bc so many ppl like it but i… i can’t.. i just.. idk… maybe i have to get used to it but it’s not for me 😭 i loved the mango hair </3 where is the length on this one </3 pls </3 i also didn’t love hongjoong’s hair on pics previously but irl?? that was styled to perfection he looked so fucking fine oml cult meeting when?? lead the way sir /hj

anyway so i’d been MaNiFeStInG san’s long dark hair bc last year i saw him w the guerilla hair and i didn’t love that tone either (i miss her now ngl but the dark hair outdoes (hongruella back then oml drooling)) and then the airport pics w his long hair 😮‍💨 drooled a lil /hj ANYWAY SO HEEEEE LOOKED FINE AS FUCK and THE cyberpunk outfit oml he wore everything i wanted him to !!! ig he loves me bc i’ve been manifesting oreo woo for a year now and where is it. where. jung wooyoung. we need to have a talk.

AND the tinys behind me asked who my bias was and i was like uhhh bc i’m actually?? wooyo bias?? or supposed to be?? but san n joong are also in my bias line and recently it’s been a bit of a problem.. am completely normal about san.. as some may know.. so normal.. haha anyway I SAID I AM IN BETWEEN BIASES BUT!!! I DON’T THINK THAT IS THE CASE ANYMORE choi san has me in a terrible chokehold that i will never be able to escape from (and i got a san freebie hehe <3 cute) but literally when i said “ok i’m san biased now” they performed i’m the one heat topping ver AND WOOYOUNG??? IDK IF ANYONES SEEN VIDEOS BUT HE?? HIS BODY ROLL? I ??? that felt so personal ANYWAY I EXPLAINED IT TO MY MOM (she loves woo since i never shut up abt him.. i thought she liked hwa smh traitor) LIKE LISTEN. WOOYOUNG WAS AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS. AND SANJOONG AT THE SECOND STEP. BUT SAN DIDNT LIKE IT THERE. SO HE TOOK A STEP UP TO STAND WITH WOO. but since san is a bit taller.. that automatically makes him rank a bit higher. bc his height quite literally puts him higher than wooyoung. i don’t make the rules.. woo should’ve grown more. LMAO

anyway so that!! is it!! they were so fucking good as ALWAYS (tho i liked last tour’s setlist a bit more.. but we got mist this time so i happy also i am THE biggest new world stan choi san the man that u are today and choi jongho the talent that u have) the vocals were on point the performance was perfect the outfits were so gorg mingi’s hair wasn’t it for me we had a lot of fun the tinys behind me barked yeosang’s hair was SOOOO LONG yeah anyway IT WAS GREAT and why tf are the spaces between paragraphs on my phone so fucked like this looks so ugly i’m sorry if this is an ugly piece of text in ur asks but !!! whatever 😍 pls do look up that wooyoung video… idk if anyone posted it but.. i’m drooling /hj oh and i cheered very loud for yunho!!!

HI ALKJDF;ALSKDJF

screaming the amount of detail here i love it its like we're penpals omg but YAAAAAYYYYYY IM GLAD YOU HAD FUN !!!!

pls when they were in the us... i preordered all of my merch through one of the popups but um ..... yeah i still bought more merch at every show i went to it was so bad i think i collected nearly every shirt/sweatshirt possible idk i blacked out SO PROPS TO YOU FOR STAYING STRONG !!!!

AKDJFSFJSLDJK THE PINK HAIR ....... i dont dislike it but its not my fave on him lol i think maybe after a few washes when its less ... neon itll be better LKJALKSDFJALDKJF BUT THATS FAIR AND yeah hj .... mmmmmmmmmmmm he is scrumptious always and IN PERSON ..... HHGHGHGKSGLKJ im normal about him. i always am... AND SAN !!!!!!! SJKLDFJASDF im sure we'll get oreo woo back one day .... i hope .... it was too iconic to be gone forever

PLEASE THAT EXPLANATION IM SCLKJRELAKJSJF IT MAKES SENSE THOUGH !!!! my best friend was a jongho bias .... until we saw them and somewhere between the start and the finish wooyoung SNATCHED HER SO AGGRESSIVELY HES ALL SHE TALKS ABOUT NOW PLEASLKEJLSESKJALKJFDS AND ........ im loyal im SO loyal like id never ever consider a double bias idk what anyone is even talking about (................................/s) BUT FR CHOI SAN? IN PERSON? BEFORE YOUR EYES? LIKE ANYONE WOULD BE TEMPTED THATS ALL I CAN SAY SO YOU'RE VALID SAN ANON SO VALID !

BUT YAYYY AGAIN IM SO GLAD YOU HAD FUN !!! living vicariously through this ask rn AKJDFLSKJFALSKJF omg idk which setlist i prefer honestly .... bc last tour i was sad about exactly 4 songs not being on the setlist and they all of them were added this tour ... but at the expense of my favorite title track ................ and also inception ..... so like .......... yeah idk LKAJLFDKJDSF BUT YAAYAYYY TY FOR SCREAMING FOR YUNHO AND TY FOR SHARING W ME I HOPE YOU'RE WELL !!! <3333

#also yes i saw the wooyoung vids....... #out of pocket tbh .......................................................... #KLAKSJDFLSD #san anon #answered

[bad-knees]

happenings / on my mind

1. i think i might have adhd, and i want to see someone about it to get a proper diagnosis. apparently it’s a common thing for trans women to uncover it once they get on hrt. plus my life has been dizzying with decisions / plans / wondering about this and that. my fears are about being seen as a drug seeker or a hypochondriac. But im tired of being scared about what people might think about me.

2. taking nudes, sending nudes to friends. not even sexual, just aesthetic, happy about my body, the curves and smooth. and the glow after working out.

3. thinking about ffs but i should wait. my work health insurance covers it so im wondering if i should speed run that. when the lighting’s right and im in the right mood, i kinda like the shape of my face. im looking more indian and i love it.

4. using femme voice a lot more, though im not so sure how femme it really is. mostly practice via vrchat. i should post to the trans voice subreddit for feedback.

5. trying to lose belly. cardio every day for 30-60min. also doing leg strength stuff because it helps with the knee pain. i want to lose belly fat so i can gain weight again and it goes to my chest and hips instead. also cardio is just good for my brain.

6. wanting to cook more, trying to at least. wanting to eat good food without having to resort to icky unhealthy restaurant food. want to eat more potatoes. want to learn how to make chicken curry.

7. told my boss im trans. it was awkward haha.

8. want to get the ball rolling with bottom surgery, given how long waitlists can be. though nervous since i won’t have anyone to take care of me, and i’ll probably have to miss a lot of work. well i can get the hair removal done whenever so might as well start that now. the hard part is timing it with potential ffs and when/how i want to come out of the closet more.

9. trying a todo list thing where i make a mind map of all the things i want to get done this week. break things down into smaller tasks and related things and unanswered questions and the reasons im procrastinating. it’s exploded of course, but feels good.

10. i keep trying to write songs but struggling to find words or feeling. well all i can do is listen and capture it when i find it.

11 . i think im done with drinking. one drink im bubbly and want to keep the feeling. two drinks and i get into a mood. three drinks and im horny and reckless. and it ruins the next day too.

12. being bi is dizzying. liking guys is easier. like how do you say “i wanna make out with you” to a girl friend and it not be weird?

13. i need to find a new book to read, fiction of course. things on my mind i want to explore: non-white feminism, trans women experiences, queerness in general, masochism kinks, femme sexuality, that thing people call womanhood, neurodivergence.

14. ill have to go to a christmas party with all my cousins on friday and ill have to pretend to be a straight man. or ill just be myself and let them think im the f-slur. whatever.

15. i want to buy a binder and a hole puncher to catalog mind maps and the ideas i have. so much living in random scraps of paper and in notebooks. i need to get better at developing ideas and connecting them. silly me, always sort of starting from scratch.

16. it’s hard to say what i really want. like what i want the future to look like. i see glimpses and try to piece together a vision. though so much is outside my control. and i get scared of wanting too much and letting myself down. today i see a house somewhere quiet, cuddling in the backyard till the mosquitos piss us off, romantic sex and i love you’s, a big bookshelf full of names I’ve never heard before, letters and calendars and a very full life.

#blog

[jackmcgeefromthenationalregister]

Me outside of Universal Studios HQ regarding 70s Hulk

#the incredible hulk #marvel #david banner #bruce banner #1970s #im on a ROLL today! 3 posts in a day haha

[cloud-9ine]

Cable Shocks

⤷ pairing - denki kaminari x reader

⤷ fandom - bnha

⤷ warnings - slight angst, hurt/comfort, illness, exploitation

⤷ summary - you notice the other class 1-a students using denki’s quirk for their favours, and you catch him later paying the price

⤷ word count - 3.2k+

Denki Kaminari was a giver.

He gave his help, he gave his laughter, he gave his love, and recently, he was beginning to give himself, too.

It started off innocently: he showed the Class 1-A students his party trick- look at that, he can charge phones! After that, the others had regularly come to him in need of their devices being charged, or electricity constantly pumped into something that only he could provide. And Denki, being a giver, well, he never said no.

It didn’t matter to him that it would make him short circuit, it didn’t matter to him that they would laugh, it didn’t even matter to him that all he could taste every evening was acid.

Denki Kaminari was a giver, and he was prepared to give his life.

Your class common room was never empty. At any given time, there was always at least two of your classmates in there- no exceptions. If you wanted to make tea in the early morning, Iida and Yaoyorozu would greet you with beaming grins unbecoming of such an unnatural time. Alternatively, if you wanted to cry at 3 AM, you would lay your eyes on Tokoyami and Jirou plunged into the darkness, leaving you to wonder whether they were just acting off or if they were summoning a demon to curse those who have wronged them.

At this moment, Denki was sat on the centre sofa, three cables stuck between his teeth. Beside him sat Mina, eagerly chatting to Kirishima who sat opposite to her on a plush chair with Sero lounged over the arm of it. The three looked content, but you couldn’t help but notice the stiffness at which Denki was disposed, concentration knotting his brows as he worked on keeping the sparks flowing through the wires.

You slipped into the room, deciding on the space on the other side of Denki. The other occupants of the room gave you a quick hello before returning to their previous conversations. With the exception of Denki, obviously, who seemingly forgot his task the moment he heard your name mentioned. His eyes sparkled once he saw you, his head turning to the side as he opened his mouth to speak.

“Hey, Kaminari, you’re dropping the wires!” Sero snickered, eyeing up the way Denki looked down in alarm.

“Only 27%? Come on, I need more than that!” Mina whined, shoving the cables back into the spooked boy’s mouth. He looked at you apologetically, attempting to convey something with wild gestures that you couldn’t begin to comprehend. You laughed, patting the top of his head to quell his struggles.

“Don’t worry about it. Let’s just chill, yeah?” He paused, dropping his hands to his lap and nodding. You grinned, bumping your shoulder against his before pulling your phone out. Denki squinted at the object, as if it had personally offended him. Grinning, you shook your head.

“Fully charged. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” His expression softened, cheeks glowing a slight pink at your words. You shifted slightly to get more comfortable, ending up slumped against Denki’s side, who in return leaned into you.

“And so basically, I told him he was nuts, right?” The careless ramblings of Mina was enough to get you to relax, scrolling aimlessly through your friend’s Instagram posts. Ochako had posted a weirdly aesthetic picture of mochi, Midoriya had posted a picture of Ochako, Iida was posting about cyber-bullying, the works.

Being in physical contact with Denki while he was in charging mode, you noticed, made your hair float up like static electricity. You didn’t mind this, taking to flattening down your hair every once in a while during your relaxation. It was easy to let go with your classmates- the gentle lull of the voices of the others mixed with the pleasant buzz of Denki’s skin against yours made for a comforting experience that almost made you fall asleep.

“Hey dunce face!” Denki jumped at the sound of Bakugo’s voice, his elbow jutting into your side and forcing you to tense up. He didn’t seem to notice your subtle glare, however, as his attention was focused on the other boy that had slammed open the door (not that Bakugo seemed entirely angry today, but it was just his natural disposition that made every action of his aggressive).

“H-Hey bro! What’s up?” Bakugo didn’t respond to Kirishima’s words, further ignoring the similar muffled greeting that Denki managed to let out.

“I need this charged,” he grumbled, moving to Denki and shoving a fourth wire in his mouth. You frowned, eyeing up the two boys wearily. The screens of the current phones flashed, an indication that he wasn’t putting in enough charge. He gulped as Bakugo stomped back out the room, his eyes squeezing shut as he amped up the electricity.

As if a switch had been flipped, Denki’s blonde locks frizzed up before succinctly falling back down to his head. You stared at him, eyes widened as the wires dropped to the ground.

“Wheeeee!” His body fell into you, thumbs sticking out with a goofy smile painted onto his face. A small smile pushed passed your lips as you grabbed a pillow and placed it under his head just as he fell off your shoulder and into your lap.

“Oh my god! He’s buzzed out!” Mina cackled, grabbing her phone to snap a couple of photos as the others laughed.

“I love the guy, but my god is he dumb.” You bit your lip at Sero’s grin, angling Denki’s head away from the camera and raking your hands through his hair. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling his face into your stomach as he rambled about something to do with being okay. It was hard to understand him in this state.

“Come on guys, not cool.” You mumbled, using your sleeve to wipe away a bit of drool on Denki’s chin.

“Ah, cheer up (Y/N)! He does this all the time- it doesn’t matter!” Kirishima’s words made a pit coil in your stomach, nausea prickling your throat.

“It doesn’t matter. Leave him alone.” Mina rolled her eyes.

“God, it’s not a big deal. It’s his own fault, anyway.” You couldn’t help the annoyance that fuelled the glare in your eyes, but you pushed it down with a harder bite to the inside of your cheek. There was the burst of something metallic that tinged your tongue, but you ignored it.

“Come on, Denki. Let’s go,” said boy didn’t seem to recognise your words until you propped him up so you could stand up before pulling him off the sofa. Seemingly slightly resigned by your actions, Mina dropped her phone into her lap, looking away. This didn’t stop the other two from laughing, however, the volume of their cackles only increasing as Denki fell into your back.

With a groan, you shoved your shoulder into the door to open it and letting Denki clamber through. You painstakingly led him into his dorm room, redirecting him away from every wall he tried to run into and each piece of furniture he rammed into his abdomen. Your phone was blowing up with notifications, but you elected to ignore that as you made sure he didn’t hit his head as he fell onto his bed.

You wrote him a quick note and stuck it on his door, turning around to make one last check that he wasn’t going to kill himself the moment you stepped out the door.

Come find me when you’re back to normal.

“(Y/N)…” he whined, hands reaching out for you as he rolled onto his side, eyes sparkling once he saw you. You sighed, moving to brush a strand of his hair behind his ear.

“I’ll see you later, yeah?” It didn’t seem like he quite understood what you said, but the compliant nod and shining smile was enough to convince you he would be okay.

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PinkQueen: guys!! look at kami asjadoawdhd

ALiteralRock: haha! you shoulda been there

Froggi: He’s been doing that more lately

Invisibitch: Good! It’s so funny!

PinkCake: hes so cute <33

GreenCake: It’s interesting how Denki has been ‘buzzing out’ more, but I suppose if he’s been using his quirk more often outside of training he could be slowly building a resistance.

BoomBoomBoy: Shut up.

IidaTenya: I sure hope he is safe!

TapeMan: nah, (Y/N) got im

You didn’t see Denki for the rest of the day.

When you stirred from your sleep, it was still dark. You felt a warmth building below your skin that spurred you to strip of your blanket, allowing it to fall into a crumpled heap onto the floor before creeping out the room. In the dead silence of the night, each one of your footfalls sounded like a bang to a drum.

The common room was empty that night. You squinted through the darkness, feeling your way to the sink to pour yourself a glass of water. You stilled in the quiet for a moment, letting the movement settle as you took a sip. There was always a sort of ringing once it got quiet enough, a small reminder that despite the fact you were alone in the dark, there was still something going on.

Click.

At the end of the hall, a light turned on, the orange glow a stark contrast from the deep shadows that plagued the area. You heard a quiet shuffling, before a muffled gagging sound rang out.

Eyes widening, you rushed as quietly as you could down the hall, nearly crashing into the door as you shoved your way into the bathroom.

Hunched over the sink, chest racking with coughs and gags was Denki, his eyes teary as they struggled to focus on you. A dark substance, almost completely black if it were not for the slightest translucency, dripped from his parted lips and into the basin, clashing against the pure white marble.

You clapped a hand to your mouth, willing down the tears that welled in your eyes.

“Denki… what?” You choked out, voice hoarse from the dryness that stung your throat. Denki attempted to push himself up, hands trembling and knuckles white as he gripped the side of the countertop.

“(Y/N)…” his voice shook as he reached up to wipe his mouth, taking a step back from you in a vain bid to pass you and leave. You quickly snapped the door shut, no longer caring whether you woke anyone up.

Click.

Denki weakly chuckled at the look on your face. The lock. He closed himself into the corner of the room, pressing his back against the wall.

“Look, I’m fine-“ He was cut off by himself, lurching back over the sink and coughing up more of the liquid.

“What is that?” You questioned, silent horror pinching your features. He turned on the tap, filling his hands with water and washing out his mouth. Darting to the toilet- and struggling to move in such closed quarters- you balled up a handful of toilet paper and wiped his mouth. He leaned into your touch, skin emanating heat and covered by a thin sheen of sweat.

“Battery acid.” You felt your knees go weak.

“What?”

“It’s battery acid. The more I overuse my quirk, the more likely this stuff is to accumulate in my throat,” he looked away from your piercing gaze, “it’s okay, really.”

“What part of this is okay?” You spat, voice wavering. Denki winced at your tone, turning to washing his mouth out with more water, “Does it hurt?” He paused, and that was all the confirmation he needed.

The two of you stood in silence for a moment, only the sound of running water interspersed the atmosphere. You reached over and turned it off, not acknowledging the shrill screech of the metal as you levelled Denki with an even stare.

“It’s from the charging.” He muttered, and your knuckles clenched.

“Of-fucking-course.” He cringed, a clammy palm feebly gripping your forearm. His eyes were desperate, frown twisting his expression into something you couldn’t bear to look at.

“Please, (Y/N), it’s okay,” he begged, a tear slipping out of his eye just at the same time you felt one trail down your cheek.

“It’s not okay, Denki. How long has this been happening?” He fell silent, and you could feel the anxiety coiling in the pit of your stomach.

“Four months.” In a split-second decision, you lunged forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and pushing your body into his. He nestled his face into your neck, hands coming to rest on your hips. Seemingly unable to keep it together any long, he crumbled, chest stuttering with every breath and his tears soaking the skin that was exposed by your nightshirt.

The silence of midnight began to creep in once again, only broken by the soft whimpers and sobs of the boy practically clutching onto you. You waited as long as you needed to until Denki had caught his breath, not counting the minutes yet painfully aware of each one as it passed.

“From now on, if someone asks you to charge anything, you say no, okay?” Denki frowned, rubbing away the tears in his eyes.

“I-“

“From now on, if someone asks you to charge anything, you say no, got it?” You spat, voice much firmer and tone a lot more sharp. He gulped, resigning to nodding with a sullen expression on his face.

“Are you good to go back to sleep? Or is there anything I need to do first?”

“It’s fine. You can go back now, don’t stay up for any longer.”

“I will do what I want, thanks.” you seethed, eyes glinting. Denki looked taken aback, glancing over your expression wearily.

“Uh…” “I am not going back to sleep unless you’re coming with me. You’re such an idiot-” you paused, “-but you’re my idiot, and there’s no way I’m letting the others treat you like this,“ you cupped his face, fingers pressing into pink cheeks as you angled his face to look at you, “if they want anything else from you, they have to go through me first.” Agape, he only nodded again, allowing you to grab his hand and pull him out the room.

Once he flicked the light off, the two of you were awash in darkness once again, but this seemed not to deter you. Rather, you traipsed across the corridor with a ridiculous amount of determination, only narrowly avoiding the various obstructions in the shadows.

“Here, let me light-“ Despite the little he could see, Denki could practically feel your burning glare. Bringing his hand down, he murmured an apology, musing in your little nod of satisfaction he could feel the motions of.

It only took you a few minutes to get to your room, pushing him inside and closing the door behind you. In spite of everything, Denki could feel heat rushing to his cheeks for an entirely different reason than his fever.

“(Y/N)?” He squeaked, hearing you fumble around the room yet not finding courage to stay anything but completely frozen.

“Yeah?” You questioned, voice low but feeling remarkably pleasant to his ears.

“This isn’t my room.”

“I know.”

“So why am I here?”

“Because I’m not leaving you alone. Come on, I’ve got the spare pillow.”

Denki currently didn’t have the energy to feel shame about the sparks excitement that welled up inside of him as he rushed to the sound of you getting on your bed. You held the blanket up for him, and he all but fell down next to you. The pounding of his heart was almost enough to distract him from the acrid burning of his throat.

You were warm, almost too warm as he shifted to be closer to you. Now that his eyes were getting adjusted, he could make out the expression on your face, eyebrows knotted in concern and eyes scanning all over him, as if searching for some sort of answer that he could only long to give you.

“I’m sorry.” He said it as if it meant anything. If it counted, he truly was. Denki didn’t want to make you worry- he wasn’t worth it. But that’s what you did. He would give too much, and you would worry tenfold.

It didn’t help that his eyes were still stinging and red-rimmed, or every once in a while a dry cough would tickle his throat. It didn’t help that he would wince every time he had to swallow, or that his palms were still clammy and he had to try to subtly wipe them on his shorts. It didn’t help that the pain almost became too much to handle, and he loved you too much to even lie about it.

He loved you- of course he did. How could he not? It was you. You, who stared at him with such adoration, even though he knew you were pissed off. You, who stood up for him even to his friends. You, who worried for him the first time he was buzzed out, and a thousand times later, still stayed with him and ran your fingers through his hair when he was barely conscious.

He watched your eyes strain to stay open, to keep watching him as he was watching you. Finally, they fluttered shut, your breathing evening out as you shuffled closer to him.

You, who got up in the middle of the night to protect him from himself.

He tucked your head under his chin, wrapping his arms around you waist with a gentle sigh. Under the cover of darkness, he confessed this. His words fell on deaf ears, but he couldn’t find it in him to care.

You, who, unlike anyone else, was determined to make him stop giving.

He couldn’t help but fall asleep, the sound of your soft breathing and the gentle rise and fall of your chest like a lullaby willing his eyes to close, comforted by the presence of your figure cuddled to his chest.

Denki Kaminari was a giver. And if there was anyone worth giving anything, it was you.

Extra:

Bakugo was not expecting to start his day in a chokehold.

It had started off innocently, Denki was playing a game on his phone, smug grin on his face, you were napping next to him, and the other losers he called his friends were on the sofas, eyes wide and backs straight. Sure, you could say he questioned the strange way his friends were acting, but he didn’t particularly care.

“Pikabitch, I need my phone-“

Bakugo prided himself on his quick instincts, but you were quicker.

In a second, your arm was wrapped around his throat, face dark and pressure increasing through his gasps.

“Say one more fucking word and you’re dead.” You growled, Bakugo’s fingers gripping your arm in a vain attempt to release himself from your hold, “Got it?” The blonde just managed to nod, coughing out once your arm withdrew from his neck. You settled back in your place beside Denki, sending him another sharp glare before returning to your nap.

Bakugo could only stare wide eyed, not quite sure what happened. All he could gather was that Denki was now off limits, and the others seemed to realise that too, if them cringing was anything to go by. With a gulp, he stormed out the common room.

Now he had to go get his charger.

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[monaisdark]

AHHHH! I loved your virgin shiggy post, I was wondering if you could make a part two with reader giving shigaraki a tit-fuck in an empty classroom, with degradation kink, and exhibition kink! I'm sorry if this too horny - Anon ♥♥

haha.. im back i guess. Its been a couple weeks but i have some time to start writing again :)) checking my inbox, i did NOT expect this many people wanting a pt2 to my virgin shiggy post. prolly my fault for holding it off for so long :/ so i made it longer than i planned but count this a thanks for 200+ followers!! <3 anyways i really need to catch up on my inbox but expect more from me !!

➨ paring — Virgin! (not anymore) Tomura Shigaraki x Fem! Bully! Reader

➨ warnings — Sub! Shigaraki, Dom! Reader, mommy kink, slight masturbation, humiliation, degradation, begging, exhibition, tit-fucking, hand-job, cum denial

PART 1

Shigaraki messed up. It’s been a week. A week since you cornered him in a room and took his virginity.

He still remembers what you told him when you left— “Take a shower tomorrow. Also wear a different top for god’s sake. If you do... I might let you touch me.” 

Shigaraki beat himself over for agreeing to it as soon as he got home. You were his bully. One of the people making his school experience even more unbearable than it already was.

Yet he completely was undone as soon as you placed your hands on him, and you knew it. He just didn’t know what you wanted.

Dick? No, you were pretty and popular— you could probably get some from more desirable guys. To bully him? Sure, you said mean things to him during the encounter but the bullying was always around your friends.

For a whole school week, he stayed home. Making up some bullshit to the school that he had the flu. Frankly, he was scared to go. How was he supposed to face you?

Did you tell anyone? Secretly record it? Was he currently the laughing stock of the entire school for begging to continue to fuck you?

But even away from school, you had an effect on him. He’s still a horny guy. Now, jerking off wasn’t the same anymore, not when he had some taste of pussy thanks to you.

Shigaraki would always end up thinking back to you, even with porn he couldn’t get you out of his head. His hands clamping around his cock weren’t the same as your pussy, same with the bodies of other women.

He found himself indulging into mommy kink porn, something he didn’t really get off from before you. Shigaraki pretend it was you talking to him, bouncing onto his lap and letting him touch you.

But after a bit— Shigaraki found it going no where, they weren’t you.

Cursing, he would always finish early. And not in a good way. In a way where he was left unsatisfied. Putting his painfully hard cock back into his sweats and trying to sleep his horny-ness away.

Shigaraki realized he needed you, you talking to him, you around his cock. Now, he regretted not sticking to his word. But he’ll make it up for you.

You were quite mad. Shigaraki hasn’t been to school since that day. How ungrateful, you literally let him put his dick in you and now he ghosts you in real life.

You fully expected him to be at school the next day with the way he begged you to stay, clean and ready for you. So imagine your annoyance in seeing him not show up for several days.

But today was different, the newly ex-virgin actually showed up. To your surprise, he still did more than you expected him to do despite being a week late.

Shigaraki had changed his hoodie to a whole new one, it looked recently bought. As well as his hair, looking more soft than greasy like it typically was. Though he didn’t style it, it still overhanging on his face.

Still, he definitely looked a lot better, not enough for others to notice but enough for you to smirk at your work.

Both of you didn’t interact with each other besides a few glances until lunch. You guys sat on completely different ends of the cafeteria, him sitting in a small corner table while you sat in a large one.

Shigaraki looked fidgety, meekly looking up every few minutes to watch you interact with your friends. He was waiting for school to end, planning to catch you at the same empty classroom you took his virginity in.

Though you had completely other plans.

“Hey, I’ll be right back.” You got up from your table, grabbing your bag from off the floor. “To?” One of your friends asked, not looking up from their phone.

“Some nerd, he’s gonna do my homework we got last period. Apparently, his parents found out he’s been doing our homework and now he's gotta do them during lunch. Gotta make sure they do it right.” You lied through your teeth, hoping they would just back off.

They didn’t look up, instead pulling their homework worksheet out of their binder with one hand, putting it in yours, “Get him to do mine.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing the paper, “Yeah.” You walked away, crumbling the paper to throw it in the trash. You’ll just say you lost it. Not like they’ll do anything about it.

Narrowed eyes landed on Shigaraki, his eyes currently focused on his phone. You strudded your way to him, smirking to yourself.

Shigaraki almost jumped when he felt something brush against his leg. Looking up, he was met with you sitting down next to him.

“Hey.” You said, placing your bag on the table and putting your last period’s homework on the table.

“You’re good at chemistry, right?” You questioned, shifting through your bag for something to write with.

“...Well— I... um...—“ Shigaraki stuttered, unsure of what was currently going on.

“Great.” You pulled the phone out of his clammy hands, replacing it with a pencil. “...What?” He tilted his head, was this a joke? Did you completely forget about a week ago?

“Hm...? Well, get onto it.” You uttered him on, putting your chin in your hands, eyeing him. Reluctantly, he looked back to paper, beginning to work on it.

After around 5 minutes, you brushed against him even more, getting close to his side. “What does that say?” You pushed yourself further into his side, your chest touching his arms.

Shigaraki cursed himself for already becoming red, he pants tightening around his crotch as last week flashed into his head again.

“Um... m-mole is a unit of measur— Hmph!“ He held back a loud whine when your right hand traveled to his crotch.

“What— what are you doing?” He asked under his breath, holding back small whimpers as you palmed him, “Where have you been?” You questioned sternly, upset he kept you waiting.

“I’m sorry... I got sick.” He bluffed, it was too embarrassing to admit he was scared. With how he left you hanging, he expected people to be laughing at him the moment he stepped onto school grounds.

“Sick? A whole week?” You hummed, you could already tell he was lying. Still, you were proud that he even bothered to make it up to you by fixing himself up.

“With your diet of energy drinks and chips, I’m surprised you’re not dead.” You decided to let it go, he was just nervous to show up.

Yet you think he deserves a bit of punishment.

Shigaraki felt heavy as you teased the zipper of his jeans. He immediately tensed, “Wait— now..?” He saw you narrow your eyes, “Something wrong?”

“There’s people here!” He whispered yelled, flinching as he felt you unzip his jeans ever so slowly, trailing your finger along his exposed boxers.

“So? You’re just some loser in the corner, nobody will notice if you aren’t obvious.”

Shigaraki could already feel pre-cum form at his tip, staining his boxers a bit. You giggled a bit, feeling the dampness of his boxers. “Already?” Shigaraki shook his head, “I... I haven’t came since... that day.”

You laughed a bit louder than you expected to, good thing the cafeteria was already loud. “How sweet of you. Couldn’t get it on?”

Shigaraki focused his eyes on your paper, muffled moans caught at the back of his throat as you freed his cock from his boxers.

Now slowly pumping him, Shigaraki dropped the pen of the table. He wanted to do something with his hands, to touch you.

He moved his hand to your thigh, but of course, you didn’t allow him, “You’re too eager. Get back to work.” You ordered. Shigaraki was about to question you but you stopped him with stroking his cock faster.

Both of you continued this way for a bit, him answering questions with his shaky hands while you jerked him off.

Shigaraki could’ve sworn he felt eyes on him a couple of times, yet every time he looked up, nobody was even batting an eye in his direction.

He could feel his cock twitch at the excitement of being caught. How would they explain one of the most popular girls giving an outcast a hand-job under the table?

As he got to the last question— he was already drooling on the paper, mouth clenched shut to avoid moaning and panting to be let out.

You could tell he was about to cum, the writing on the paper progressively getting sloppier as time went on. “M-mommy...” Shigaraki whispered just enough for you to hear, “Hmm, you want to cum?”

He nodded furiously, he was extremely pent up and needed release. And just as he thought, you were the only one who can give it to him.

Shigaraki whimpered when you pulled away, looking up at the clock and collecting your stuff. “Then after school, room 204. Actually listen and show up when I tell you this time.”

You walked away just in time for the bell to go off, signifying that lunch was over. Leaving Shigaraki, once again, a mess.

Here he was again, feeling nostalgic as you walked into the empty classroom. Shigaraki easily grew again while anticipating this, the tent prominent in his jeans.

“Y’know, good job for showering and changing.” You gave him praise, Shigaraki turning red from your words. “This... this means I can touch you, right?”

You nodded, “Yeah. I actually keep promises.” He ignored the jab at him, it didn’t matter how mean you were— he was going to touch you finally.

Shigaraki awkwardly shuffled towards you, raising his hands up to look at you with wide eyes. He slowly paced a hand on your boobs, trying to see if this was just some test and you’ll get mad at him.

When he didn’t get anything back, he immediately started to dough on your clothed breast, cupping them. Then, he moved to unbutton your shirt, already seeing you thought ahead and took off your bra before coming here.

He fully took off your shirt, not wasting time on latching his mouth onto one of your nipples, both hands playing with your breasts. Shigaraki was basically humping your leg, sucking your nipples like a baby.

You giggled a bit, patting his head. He looked up at you with a clouded look, pure joy in his eyes as he finally got to touch you.

Looking back down at him, another idea popped up— you already took his virginity and gave him his first hand-job, whats another one of his firsts? “Shigaraki, do you want to feel really good?” He unlatched from your nipple, “I can be inside you?”

“No.” He frowned a bit, but perked up when you trailed your fingers on his boxers. “What if I put this,” You pointed at your boobs, “In between these?”

Shigaraki was already down, eagerly sitting on a desk while you got on your knees. He freed his cock, putting it in between your slick pushed together breasts, thanks to his sucking earlier.

You wasted no time on stroking it up and down with your breasts. He moaned feeling the softness of the valley between your chest, your breasts around his cock giving him warmth as you stimulated him.

Shigaraki was definitely feeling great, you even let him bend down and grab your breasts to control the speed of the tit-job.

Though, Shigaraki wanted more. You were giving him all these things, a hand-job, a tit-fuck. He’s been inside you once and he didn’t get to do what he wanted in the first place. To cum inside his mommy.

He feels a knot grow in his lower abdomen, but he doesn’t wanna cum yet. Instead, he pulled himself away from you, much to your confusion.

“What? You literally were about to cum and I was gonna let you!” You groaned, getting up as Shigaraki faced you.

“...Mommy, can I fuck you?”

“No, you didn’t come to school for a whole week. If you really wanted to you would have showed up.”

Shigaraki turned red, sputtering as he held onto your arm, “Please! I just want you cum inside you.” He whined, tears pricking at the chance of not getting to have sex with you after all this time.

You looked at him stoned faced as he begged, even falling to his knees dramatically to add to his desperation. “Fucking virgins, man.”

Shigaraki felt himself be pushed down, your skirt and panties on the floor. You straddled onto his length, moans filling the room quickly.

“Yes! Thank you, thank you, mommy!” Shigaraki thrusted his hips into yours, feeling even more over-joyed when he was allowed to touch your chest while you were on top of him this time.

Shigaraki desperately missed this, now he remembers why his hand didn’t compare to your tight pussy after trying to jerk off. He found his own rhythm quickly, muffled ‘mommy’s due to his mouth on your breasts.

“I’m doing this because you cleaned up, if you didn’t I would’ve left you to your own sad-ass devices already.” You lied, honestly, you hated the idea what he possibly was ignoring you by not showing up to school.

Even then, you’ve grown a bit found of him. His body, his expressions, his voice, everything really. It didn’t bother you as much when you saw his still messy hair, you were just glad to see him.

Though, you’d never admit it. Instead, it showed through the way you were tightening around his cock, panting as he moaned into and out your body. Shigaraki very quickly wrapped his arms around you, both of you on the edge.

“Fuck— Shigaraki. Cum, cum for mommy, okay?” You ordered, Shigaraki more than ready to fulfill it.

“Ah, thank you! Thank you, mommy! I’m gonna cum inside you!” Both of you rided out your highs, Shigaraki filling you so much it started to drip outside your full cunt.

He fell on top of you despite you initially being on top, you wanted to scold him but honestly couldn’t bring yourself to right now.

The room quieted down, the only words being exchanged were by Shigaraki softly muttering “Thank you, mommy.” into your neck

#sub shigaraki #tomura shiragaki #dark fic #dom reader #dark #bully reader #fem reader #tw degradation #tw humiliation #tw mommy kink #bnha smut #bnha x reader #x reader #shigaraki x reader #mommy

[chasingpj]

🎉 you back! and happy holiday to you too 💕 honestly i cant wait to see what post you gonna post later (i will admit im excited for young god series).

anyway i have hard time choosing which blurb i want..i guess i will choose 35 with persassy- i mean percy jackson.

btw enjoy your holiday course my mom gonna make me be her maid this christmas (love u to mom). Byeeee

[𝟒:𝟒𝟐 𝐩𝐦]

“You make me miserable, you know that?”

pairing: percy jackson x gn reader

warnings: no

category: slice of life, fluff

a/n: haha, oh no! my mom does the same. i always end up helping her in the kitchen and cleaning the house for guests 😭 i'm planning on posting the new chapter soon! sometime this week or next week so stay tuned. i hope you enjoy this, my love <3

“Harder!” Your demand barely leaves your lips before Percy presses hard on the apex of your foot. “Ow!”

Percy squints, playfully annoyed, as you snatch your feet away from his lap, and he sighs at the sight of your 100th pout of the day. “You said harder.”

“Not that hard!” Carefully, you adjust yourself on the pillow fluffed behind your head thanks to the boy in front of you. “Perseus Jackson, I’m afraid you have forgotten what today is. May I remind you?”

Percy’s face drops at the sound of your awful attempt at a posh English accent. “Hmm. I’m pretty sure it’s Tuesday,” he says, scrunching his face when you dramatically gasp.

“Not just any Tuesday; it’s my birthday!” You declare once again, giggling at the way he rolls his eyes. “And our agreement is that today, you will do everything I ask of you, PROPERLY.” The little plastic princess wand in your hand points right at the tip of his nose, and just as Percy glances down at it, you raise your foot in its place. “Now I suggest you make a second attempt at giving me a foot massage, or you’re fired.”

“You make me miserable, you know that?” Percy huffs, his lips unable to resist tugging upwards in amusement. You’re spoiled, incredibly so, and well, it’s definitely his fault. This birthday butler agreement wasn’t really his idea, but it was too funny to deny, especially since you’re being as ridiculous as you can be just to mess with him.

“Then how come you’re smiling?” You arms cross over your chest, and another exhausted sigh leaves Percy’s lips. With his miserable expression contrasting the brighten in his eyes, he returns his gaze to you.

“Because if I don’t smile, I’ll cry.”

join in on my welcome back celebration <33

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[feitansluver]

pretty please 45. ("im in love with you, okay?") with mello ? I love him too much its unhealthy ...

Feitansluver Beginners Event!

Author's Note: Hey there, Jay. Thanks so much for the event post reblog, lovely.<3 I love this request yum yum Mello content. Hope you enjoy! Might be a bit ooc since I watched death note when I was 10 but haha. As always reblogs, hearts, comments, and constructive criticism are greatly appreciated!

Genre: Angst-ish -> Fluff

45. "I'm in love with you, okay?"

Event Post: here

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"Mihael." You called out to your lover before you. Thunder boomed outside your apartment window in that moment, the lightning that followed providing a flash of light that allowed you to clearly see Mello's face. He was on the phone with his investigation team, well, I suppose it's more of a gang, explaining and exchanging information regarding the Kira case. You were both in the living room. He was sat on one of the two couches there, speaking quickly in a hushed tone as you stood by the doorway that connected you two's room to the living room.

You sighed somewhat annoyedly as you walked over to sit on the couch across from your boyfriend, setting your own phone down on the coffee table between you two. Mello was always such a workaholic. His constant competing against Near was starting to drill a giant hole in you two's relationship. You sometimes pondered the fact that he loved Near over you. As irrational as that sounded, he sometimes sounded like a lovesick teen, constantly speaking of Near and his wits.

"-llo.. Hello." A voice tore you out of your thoughts as you turned to face the seemingly agitated blonde. He was looking at you confusedly as he covered his phone's microphone with his free hand. With an eye roll, Mello hung up the phone, cutting off the other person on the line's speaking as he pulled out a bar 2 bars of chocolate, holding one out to you. When you didn't accept it, he tossed it on the table between the two of you carelessly and ripped open his own, taking a bite almost mockingly as he eyed you suspiciously.

"What's your problem now?" He spoke up, sounding quite rude even though it wasn't his intention. Mello ran a hand through his hair as he stared at you unimpressed with how you still hadn't answered his question.

The silence between you two as he awaited a response was so thick, it could've been cut with a knife. You stared at the blonde's face and thought long and hard about how to word your next phrase. You stood up to your feet and slowly walked over to him, keeping stable eye contact as you did so. Mello eyed you as he bit into his chocolate, one arm wrapped behind the couch. Impulsively grabbing his bar of chocolate, you chucked it across the room, planting yourself into his lap with a firm hold on him.

"What the fuck, y/n." The blonde projected his voice as to not yell, but it was the same difference. He's never understood your outbursts and honestly sees them as a waste of his time. "What the hell has gotten into you? Go pick that shit up." You grabbed his shirt collar and silenced him as you smashed your lips together. A startled look appeared on his face before he kissed you back. He'd never deny any affection you were to give him when angry, not even when you two were around his team. It was like a power trip to him, one with pure bragging rights.

"No, I want attention, Mihael." You started, your tone starting to get a little snappy. "I'm tired of coming home from an exhausting day at work only to see my boyfriend on the phone when he doesn't need to be. Yes, I did let it slide when you did this earlier today, but it was only because I assumed you would be in bed with me now. I miss your touch, your affection Mihael. Am I just a second option to you whenever Near is to busy acting like an adult to play detective with you?" You groaned in frustration as you pulled tugged at your hair. "I moved in with you because I thought it would bring us closer together but it hasn't. I feel like a roommate who you only keep around because I clean the bathroom since we all know you won't do it. Do you even love me anymore Mihael?" You asked with tears in your eyes, a twinge of sadness in your voice as you tried to keep down the hump of emotions burning in your throat.

Mello didn't know what to say for once. He was never good in serious emotional situations, always being the person who made some snarky sarcastic remark as opposed to addressing the issue. Once the thought of repeating the past crossed his mind, he sighed inwardly as he understood he couldn't do that again, not with you at least. "Y/n, I am sorry you have been feeling that way." He started, sounding quite robotic, almost as if he was being told what to say by another. "I'm in love with you, okay?" He admitted, avoiding eye contact. "And I should be spending all of my limited free time with you." He ended with a somewhat apologetic tone, well as apologetic as it was gonna get from him.

You crossed your arms with doubt as you eyed him wearily, still not saying a word. Mello rose a brow in confusion, grabbing the chocolate bar you declined off the table as he unwrapped it and took a bite. "You're supposed to accept now, even I know this." He commented snarkily while staring at the sweet treat in his hand. "Apologies aren't always accepted, Mihael." You spoke, furrowing your brows in false anger, wanting to see how far you could go with this.

You seemed to forget you were dealing with a genius, he knew you were faking of course. With a staged unamused sigh, the blonde stood up from the couch and held his bar in his mouth as he slung you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Fine, be that way then, but be that way with me in bed."

"Mihael! Put me down!" You demanded with a stream of giggles as he swayed around with you for shits and giggles while he carried you to bed. "I knew you weren't mad." He huffed through the chocolate bar in his mouth, which he now finished, as he threw you on the bed, tucking you under the covers as he slid in next to you.

"Come here." He demanded before pulling you a bit roughly into his arms, pressed against his chest. He planted a swift kiss upon your head and closed his eyes, soon commanding you to close yours.

"Goodnight, Mihael. I love you."

"Sleep well, Y/n" He muttered, waiting for you to fall asleep before adding. "I love you even more."

End!

#Feitansluver's Beginners Event! #mello #mihael keehl #mello x reader #death note x reader #dn x reader #mihael x reader #mihael keehl x reader #death note

[dinoplushie96]

First post!!!!

Summary: You are dating Georgenotfound and on one of your streams with him and the others in the dream team Dream is begging George to say he loves him but George decides to do something else. Also the fans know about you and George.

Pronouns: She/her I can change it to they them if you guys want me to just ask and I am happy to

Requests: Open :)

Warnings: None its just fluff

Also anything in bold is chat.

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“Hello my lovelies. Welcome to another stream I hope you are all having an amazing day. Today is a chill stream the boys are going to be joining me in a bit so it might become loud and chaotic knowing them haha but ya. So just get a snack and enjoy” you say as you turn down the music and change to the game screen (your faceless btw).

User174948:Hellllloooo!!!

User1364: OMG she is bacccckkk we missed you!

User1735:1 feel like dream and sap are going to be third wheeling the whole time haha

User9649:Stop why is she so nice she has barely said anything my heart cant

...

You get a text from the group chat:

Green boi: Can we join now your slow

Sapppity:  You know you love our chaoticnes dont lie

Green boi: She loves us she just to afraid to show it smh

Bubba <3 (george): Guys she is taking her time talking to chat let her be

Green boi: SIMP

Sappity: Simp

Bubba <3: I AM NOT A SIMP

You: yes you are but its okay

You: Also look who is the slow one now hurry  up

Bubba <3: I cant be a simp im colorblind 

Geen boi: Thats not how it works

Sappity: George how many brain cells do you have

Bubba <3: More than you

Bubba <3: Insert tea kettle 

Green boi: That was funny tho

You: JOIN

GeorgeNotFound joined

Dreamwastaken joined

Sapnap joined

“Thank you” you say quietly

“HIIII” All of the boys say in unison

“Hi” you say excitedly

“That was cute” George slipped out

“WHAT” Dream yelled in-between laughs

“Did I say that out loud?” George asked you could tell he was embarrassed so you try and help

“Not as cute as you ;)”

“T-thank you” George said he was definitely blushing and you wanted to see his cute little face when he blushed so you messaged him on discord.

You:Hey

Him:Hi :)

You: Turn your camera on:)

Him:why?

You: I want to see your cute face

You heard him giggle slightly through the call.

Him: Only if you do to

You:Hmmmm

Him: Deal or no deal

You:Deal

Him: :)

You see his camera turn on swiftly you turn on yours too. You see his smile grow when your camera turns on. You give him a small wave and watch his cheeks turn a light red. 

You had been tuning out the conversation between Dream and Sap but when you tuned in you just got confused something about forks?

“Are you guys done talking about random stuff” You asked

“Me getting murdered by a nasty fork is not stupid” Dream yells

“what I think I missed something”

“Indeed you did I will tell you later”

“okay haha” 

---Time skip because I am really lazy -----

“Come on george just tell me you love me george its not hard” Dream says

“Omg dream no”

“Whyyyyyy its easy just say dream I love you. Its that easy”

“Dream.... I... am not going to”

“Ohhh he got you at the beginning”Sap commented

“He did :(”

“Wow I feel bad for y/n she is just going to be like ‘I love you’ and George will just say thanks” Sapnap says

“Wow wow wow don't bring me into this I have been very clear he can take his time”

“Healthy girlfriends 2021″ Dream buds in laughing at his own joke

“Omg” George rolls his eyes

George looks at you and smiles than makes a heart with his hands. You blush a dark shade of red hoping he doesn't notice. Spoiler he does and chuckles at you. 

“George just say I love you Dream please. I love you”

“Oh my gosh I will say I love you okay” George says

“LETS GOOOO”

“Are you ready okay everybody clip this GeorgeNotFound saying I love you oooo”

“We are all ready just say it george” Sapnap says, eager to hear it.

“I-” George pauses and looks at you through the screen “love you y/n”

“WHAT” Dream screams

“Y-you do?”

“Of course I do love I love you to the moon and back the only thing that has changed is now you know” He says

“I love you too”

“That shit was cute not going to lie” Sapnap buds in

“dream you can’t lie that was cute” 

“It was BUT GEORGE SAY YOU LOVE DRRRRREEEEAAAMM not y/n”

“no”

“So you can say you love her but not me”

“Dream I love you but I love her more”

 A/N: Hey I hope you liked it give me feedback and send requests please anyways I love you all make sure to eat and drink water your body needs it. Also take your medication if you need to. You are loved and have a good day :).

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[nagipops]

FOR THE EVENT: inosuke/[look]

LOOK

FEATURING: inosuke hashibira!

WARNINGS: food cw

A/N: okay this is so long IM SORRY this was supposed to be a few hundred words… idk what happened 😭 pure crack though <3

PROMPT: person a engages in focused eye contact with the person b.

LINK TO EVENT!

you threw your head back in a laugh, watching as the man on screen slipped backwards onto his butt with a catastrophic crash. reaching for another chip, your fingers were met with not your favorite snack, but another hand instead.

“wha— inosuke!”

your movie-watching buddy gave you a cheeky grin, a crumb and a chuckle escaping his lips.

curious, you dug your hand further into the bag, only to find it nearly empty. your head whipped to inosuke in shock. “you ate all of the chips!”

“no i didn’t!” he cried back, swallowing his mouthful of chips and flashing you a playful smile. he pointed a chip-dusted finger to his mouth. “he did.”

you rolled your eyes, attempting to hide your grin but failing. “fine, then i get this last chip, okay?”

“no!” he lunged for the bag as you drew it to your chest protectively. “i was saving the best chip for last!”

raising an eyebrow inquisitively, you peered inside the bag. and inside was a tall, perfectly folded chip.

oh, the stakes were high.

an idea forming in your head, you rolled up the bag and turned to your friend. “hey inosuke, how about we settle this with a good ol’ staring contest?” you dangled the chip bag in front of his face enticingly. “winner takes the chip.”

guffawing, he snatched the chip bag from you in an instant. “gahahah, you’re on! this’ll be mine anyways, might as well give it up.”

you scoffed lightheartedly. “we’ll see.” rearranging yourselves on the couch so that you two were facing eachother, you pulled your legs in until they were crossed. inosuke mirrored your actions. “ready?”

“ready for the chip to be mine!” his eyes squeezed shut.

a giggle escaped your lips as you closed your eyes as well. “okay, ready? three… two… one!”

you opened your eyes to meet inosuke’s green ones directly in front of your face, and it took every muscle in your entire body to prevent yourself from bursting into laughter. he was so close.

“inosuke! go away!” you shook from the effort to contain your laughter, placing your hands on his shoulders to attempt to shove him away. “that’s cheating!”

“it’s not! i could do this all day!” he moved in even closer, his eyes wide open. “they’re closing! they’re closing!”

the tiniest titter escaped your mouth, but you managed to keep your eyes open. “ino!” you finally succeeded in pushed him away, but your eyes remained locked onto each other. “calm down, let’s settle this civilly.”

“whatever you say!” he crossed his arms defiantly, flitting his gaze back and forth between your left and right eye.

you felt your eyes start to sting from the strain. inosuke noticed this as he moved in close again, silently this time. you shifted closer as well until your noses were nearly touching and you almost went cross-eyed, but you continued to stare him down.

the air was silent and thick with tension as you both dared the other to give in.

and you stared and you stared and you stared…

you felt a giggle bubble up in your throat as you struggled to contain it. inosuke watched as you pursed your lips to prevent it from escaping and easily laughed out loud without even blinking.

“gahahaha! what’re you laughing at? you tryin’ to blink?” he taunted, making the laughter rise even higher in your throat.

a snort slipped out. “ino! stop— pff— stop talking!”

“hey, that’s not in the rules! i can talk as much as i want! blah, blah, blah, blah!”

your nose began to tickle. oh no. “inosuke—”

“so today, i went and visited the kamaboko people and they fed me some nice food…”

your eyes began to water. “wait, inosuke—”

“and then i met zenitsu as i was leaving, and we went out to eat together…”

keeping your eyes wide open for as long as you could, you sneezed.

and when you opened your eyes in a split second, you saw inosuke closing his, arms thrown up in defense.

“haha! that’s what i’m talking about!” you grabbed the chip bag with a flourish, digging your hand inside.

“hey, what?! you closed your eyes before me!”

“no, you closed them right as i was about to sneeze!”

“no i didn’t!”

“yes you did!”

“no, i didn’t!”

“yes, you did!”

“yes, i didn’t!”

“what?”

“what?!”

you heaved an exasperated sigh, fishing out perfect, singular chip. “fine, then.” cracking it symmetrically in half, you handed the bigger one to inosuke. “as a compensation prize.”

“but i won!” he whined, stuffing the chip into his mouth. muffled by his crunching, he shouted, “well, no complaints here!”

stuffing the other half into your own mouth, you grinned at your best friend. “no complaints here, either.”

if you enjoyed this post, likes and reblogs are much appreciated :) here’s the link to the event! have a lovely day everyone <3

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[bringingglory]

@eerna oh my god acshdgagaahhdvsahsv I never expected you to see my post, so I won't lie, I feel like super embarrassed acsgsga

anyway! not gonna lie, this wip has been sitting in my drafts for months now because I wanted to see if I could plan stuff but then I got stuck because Details are hard to figure out BUT I did write out a few scenes, so I'll put them below the cut because they're kind of long. the first one is the "opening" of the fic and the second one is a sort of reimagining of the Silent Princess memory. i have a few other scenes sort of scribbled out, but these are the most "polished" of the stuff i've written alsdkfjasdfk

the opening lol

Link wakes to a faint buzzing in his ear that sends little darts of pain shooting through his skull. He waits for it to end, and when it doesn’t he groans and rolls over, smacking the space around him to find whatever was making that noise and make it shut up. He can’t fathom why his brain is rolling through his skull like that and why there’s an intense pressure behind his eyes, but when he rolls onto his side, he has to press a hand to his abdomen to settle whatever was sloshing around inside his stomach.

Ah. He’s hungover.

Link peels open his eyes and the light sends a fresh wave of pain ricocheting through his skull. He blinks once, twice, and then forces his eyes open to find a phone the size vibrating against the ground a few inches away from his hand.

Link groans and pushes himself up to a sitting position before grabbing the phone and dismissing the alarm. When the phone falls silent in his hands, he finally looks around and tries to assess the situation.

He’s sitting in a bathtub, the porcelain slightly damp from what he hopes is just water. His shirt smells vaguely of cheap vodka and he still can barely look at the sunlight streaming through the window without wincing.

A moment later, he realizes the phone in his hands isn’t his.

Link holds the phone up to his face and rubs the grogginess from his eyes. He swipes up on the screen, surprised that it isn’t protected by a password.

The phone is open on note in the notes app, and it reads:

link, if you’re reading this right now, im so sorry for leaving you in the tub like that!!! my dad’s supposed to come home from the office today and the document case i was telling you about is missing and he cant know i lost it. i know we just started getting along, and im so sorry to ask you this, but could you find the document case? impa’s in my contacts and she can help you. also you have permission to dig through my phone, just dont judge me if i have anything embarrassing on there. can you find the file by midnight? his flight leaves at 3 and i can stall him until then.

it’s 6:11 right now so i have to run before he gets back, but please hurry! i’ll be waiting for you

-zelda

Link blinks and turns the phone off.

Last night? What happened last night? Why can’t he remember anything?

Well, if his raging headache tells him anything, it’s that he had probably blacked out last night.

Link isn’t usually a drinker or a partier. He isn’t really one to go to big social events. So he’s really confused as to why he woke up passed out in a tub with zero memories.

And also, why Zelda left her phone with him.

a version of the Silent Princess memory but they're at a party and its modern

Zelda laughs. “I think I got a little too sober from the Yiga incident to enjoy the party now.”

Link isn’t sure if he’s supposed to laugh with her, but nods anyway. “Do you want to get some air?”

Zelda gives him an odd look, then sighs. “Yeah. Yes. That would be a good idea.”

Surprisingly, she grabs his forearm and leads him through all the bodies pressed against each other. He can feel the heat of her hand wrapping entirely around his arm like a hot glove, even above the heat of the late summer air and the heat from other people in close proximity.

Somehow, they make it to the other side of the house. Zelda pushes the back door open and pulls him past the other stragglers outside before they find a nice tree with a patch of grass that seems generally clear of alcohol and vomit.

Zelda releases his arm as soon as she finds the tree and she sits down, dropping her head against the trunk.

“Are you okay?” He asks.

Zelda waves her hand vaguely.

Link pauses. “Do you need water?”

“If you get me any more water, I’m probably gonna piss myself,” says Zelda. “Sit down.”

He sits down.

The crickets hum vaguely around them, mingling with the distant buzzing and thumping bass of the music from the party. But without people pressing in from all sides and an open field in front of them, it finally feels like he can take a full breath.

The silence settles over them like a blanket. It feels comfortable to him, but he isn’t sure if it’s supposed to be.

“Oh, Link, look.”

Link cranes his head to see Zelda twist around and point out a blue flower glowing vaguely in the dark. It was beautiful with blue petals so light they looked almost white, and a sky blue bleeding out from the center before fading out.

He wants to give her a questioning look, but she’s transfixed on the flower. He can see the smallest of smiles creeping up onto the corners of her mouth.

“It’s a Silent Princess,” she says. “It was my mom’s favorite flower.”

He can tell something important is happening, so he keeps his mouth shut.

“She said that we can’t grow them domestically yet, despite our best efforts.” Zelda breaks into a full smile and it’s radiant. “The Princess can only thrive out here. In the wild.”

They both turn to look back at the house as another loud WHOOP cuts through the air, followed by the sound of a can being crushed against a head.

“Nature is beautiful,” says Link.

Zelda swats him and he has to bite back a laugh.

She turns and runs a gentle finger along one of the petals before sighing and leaning back against the tree.

“Thank you,” she says suddenly. “For being there with the Yiga. And for being there the whole party.” He can hear her swallow. “I’m sorry for being a bitch.”

“You weren’t being a bitch,” says Link.

“I was, though.” Zelda inhales beside him. “I mean, just because I’m under a lot of stress from my dad doesn’t mean I’m allowed to take it out on other people. I was acting like a kid.”

“To be fair, your dad sounds like an asshole sometimes.”

Zelda snorts. “Yeah. He can be.” He turns his head to see her lean forward to fiddle with the grass. “But he’s got a lot on his plate. And it probably doesn’t help that his daughter doesn’t want anything to do with his ‘legacy.’”

“Just because your dad’s under a lot of pressure doesn’t mean he’s allowed to be an asshole,” Link points out.

Zelda finally looks up at him and offers him a small grin. “Fair enough.”

“And besides, you’re your own person. You don’t need to follow in his footsteps.”

“That’s what I said,” huffs Zelda. “But of course it’s, ‘blah blah you have a responsibility. I didn’t raise you like this so you could waste your time researching pointless things.’” She sighs. “It’s fine. It’s whatever. I came to this stupid party to blow off steam, I guess. But Goddess, I did not eat enough today to drink that many cans of shitty beer.”

Link sits upright, alert. “Do you need to get food or—”

“No, no, that’s fine.” And that smile returns and Link wonders what else he can say to make it stay. “You’re sweet. But I’ve probably gotten drunk enough tonight.” Her eyes slide up to him and the mischief in them stops his heart for a moment. “You still have to try the Hot Frog.”

Link blinked. “...what is that?”

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the endings are abrupt on both of them just bc i wasn't entirely sure how to end them akldjfasd. also the "Hot Frog" is gonna be some kind of mixed drink that gets link really drunk -- me trying to allude more to the original memory from the game haha

anyway, thank you so much for the ask! and thank u for coming up with the shitpost because it made me laugh the first time i read it hasdklfj hopefully i'll continue this one day and do ur shitpost au justice!

#lmao i just realized i titled the fic 'the lelda of zelda: breath of the weath' bc of a meme i saw at the time of making the google doc #also this is completely unimportant but im normally a past tense kind of gal #so it was a bit of an experiment writing in present tense for this #i might end up switching to past tense again later anyway aksjdfhasd #anyway thank you again for the ask <3 #eerna #asks

[phoneybeatlemania-bit-the-dust]

Re: the prompt post: 19, 13, 7 (any!)

7. “You’re a terrible liar.”

December 17th. 1971

John and Paul had taken Julian up to Liverpool; they were staying at Mendips for Christmas, hoping to capture some domestic bliss away from the chaos of being a former Beatle, as well as letting Julian get to know his external family a little better. Since the divorce, Paul had encouraged John to continue seeing Julian most weekends, dropping in on weekdays too, and more recently, start taking Julian for most of the holidays. Cynthia didn’t mind so much, she had a new partner she was seeing so it was nice for her to be able to take a break from Jules every once in a while.

John had in fact almost drifted away from his own kin at one point, but Paul insisted he maintained some sort of relationship with him. His problem was really that he didn’t understand children, he couldn’t relate to or connect to them. A psychologist could spend hours searching the index of his mind, but why bother? What it all amounts to is simply that though John wanted to be able to connect with kids, he just didn’t know how. Paul on the other hand just understood how to interact with kids. Perhaps it was boyish charm ever present in his spirit, but he just understood them far better than John ever could. Still, perhaps they balanced out well as a couple.

Paul unlocked the door to the home - he’d just from his dads, visiting some family. He didn’t bring John with him today (though he would in a few days’ time), because his father still wasn’t comfortable with the arrangement – though he’d have to get used to it, because John and Julian weren’t going anywhere.

“‘M back!” He chirped, shaking the snow off from his shoes.

“Were in ‘ere Macca…” John called out – his speech was slightly slurred, so that of course provoked a few questions in Pauls mind.

Entering the living, he couldn’t help but notice the bottles of beer scattered across the table. His lips plastered into a small grin as he asked, “Have you been drinkin’ love?”

“No…” John denied cheekily. Putting on a faux queen’s accent, he added, “I most certainly have not.”

“Well, I dunno about that. Think all those bottles might suggest otherwise.”

“They’re not mine.” John said with an attempted nonchalance. He was acting as though they were still teenagers, getting caught bunking school only to pop off down the pub.

Turning to Julian who lay upon the carpeted living room floor, Paul said, “What do you think Jules? D’you think yer da’s been drinkin’?” Jules nodded his head with cheeky grin overstating his face, “I saw him!” he said.

“Oi - I told ye not to tell on me!” John snapped, though with no real anger in voice.

“John, it has to be said, yer a terrible liar. I mean, yer truly crap mate.”

“Yeah, well, I never would’ve been caught if Jules hadn’t told on me.”

“Christ John,” he looked around him just to ensure a certain someone was not following behind him before continuing, “im not Mimi, im not gonna tell you off you know.” He picked up the shopping he had bought – Mimi had asked for a couple things – and as he walked into the attached kitchen, he joked, “Besides, think you might be old enough to legally drink by now.”

Following him into the kitchen, John started, “So what’d ye get up to with yer da’ then?”

“Nothing much y’know; just catching up with him and Mikey.” Paul said casually as he unloaded the shopping in his bags onto the table. “Mike’s girl is pregnant, d’you know.”

“Boy or a girl?”

“Dunno yet. They’re hoping for a girl, but they don’t mind so much either way. Da’s girl, Angela, is excited to have some grandkids on the way though.”

“Yeah, well – she might wanna lower her expectations for us. Don’t think we’ll be pushing out any of our own anytime soon.”

Paul dismissed this, continuing, “She’s lookin’ forward to meeting Jules in a coupl’a day’s time.”

John appeared to ignore this, asking with a smirk and sly rhetoricism, “Yer dad still doesn’t like me, does he?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say he doesn’t like you, but y’know,” Paul whipped him a smile as he continued unloading the bag, then added, “don’t think you’re his favourite Beatle.”

“If only you’d gotten with George or Ringo,” John quipped back sarcastically, as he made his way through the small kitchen, over to Paul. He placed a hand on Pauls waist, and brought his other hand up to his hair, to fiddle flirtatiously with the dark locks. “‘M sure he’d be content enough for you to marry either of them.”

Paul let out laugh, “Don’t think he’d be too happy with me marrying any guy to tell you the truth. ’Sides, don’t think George or Ringo would want me.”

“Definitely not George.” John joked back, still twirling his fingers through Pauls hair.

“That reminds me actually, I wanted to give him a ring soon. Wish him merry Christmas and that.”

“We’ll do that later…” John said as he angled Pauls face, bringing him in for a kiss. With some tender passion they kissed in the ever-familiar kitchen, embracing the delight of domesticity - but shortly after, they were sternly interrupted by a shrill from Mimi of, “John, I will have none of that in my house.”

Pulling away from Paul, he groaned, “Alright, Mimi,” though his tipsy voice still remained relatively unburdened. Paul stood there smiling, and fidgeting with Johns hands until Mimi said, “That goes for you too Paul. None of this silliness in my house.”

John just rolled his eyes in response, “Like a bloody boarding school in ‘ere.” he whined, but Mimi ignored the retort.

Dragging Paul into the living room, he kissed him once more as he pulled him down onto the sofa. They made out a little, embracing one another like adolescents, with Paul resting himself on half on the sofa, half on John’s lap – and John entangling his hands around his lover’s legs.

But Paul, being the more responsible of the two, broke away at last to ask, “Where’s Jules?”

“Why’s it matter?” John moaned.

“I don’t want him to see us like this.”

“He doesn’t bloody care!” John insisted.

“I bet he does - how’d you like to walk to walk in on yer own dad neckin’ it with someone?”

“I have walked in on me dad neckin’ it, and I didn’t give two shits-like.”

“Yeah, well, Jules is different,” he added a mocking, “plus, Mim’s isn’t standing for any of yer ‘silliness’ now.”

“Always eager to please the in laws aren’t ye Macca.” John said defeatedly, as Paul crawled away from his lap.

***

Look, I dont even care that its June. I like Christmas. I wanted to write a Christmas fic. I dont even care, im shameless!

Also, ive got quite a few other requests and like, im working on them I promise, but I always like to put in effort y'know so who knows when they'll be out haha. But ill try get another one out today <3

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