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lydiimae · 2 months

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The stars, the moon

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader

18+ MDI!

Warnings: Talk of drinking, sexist old ideas about women, talk of sex, Anthony being a cutie shhh, oral sex, penetrative sex, dirty talk, body worship (f receiving), heavy praise, lovemaking more than hardcore sex oopsies

A.N: YOU GUYS ARE SO SWEET TO ME ISTG T-T the love on my first two fics is so heartwarming. i'm so very glad you liked them both so much ^-^ Benny and Bridgerton as a whole are both so very important to me so i'm glad i did them both well. anyways my loves, this is an Anthony fic that i hope i can do as well as i did Ben. i was listening to Cosmic Love by Florence and The Machine and it gave me this idea! soooo here is an incredibly fluffy, (and smutty hehe) love filled Ant fic hehe<3 enjoy and thank you again <3 p.s that scene the gif is from sends my mind into a spiral CONSTANTLY my roman empire fr p.p.s I FINALLY GOT DIVIDERS, so now my fics will look a little cleaner i hope hehe >_<

Growing up next to the Bridgertons had been fun and eventful, to say the very least. You were there through every trial and tribulation their family had gone through, and them with yours.

You and your three sisters had always gotten along with the seven siblings. Being the youngest and most... rambunctious of them you had gotten along with Eloise and Benedict the most. They had views of marriage and duty that were similar to yours, and when you were younger you and Benedict would spend hours making doodles on the walls of the gardens at your estate.

Your sisters, who were much more of the traditional women you would often find in the ton, tended to be more akin to the eldest Bridgerton brother and sister. Daphne and Anthony, however kind and loving they both were, were always too strict or, in Daphne's case, too proper for your liking.

You had always thought of Anthony as the moon. He thrived in darkness and was often gone before you even noticed he was there. You never knew why he left balls early, or why you spotted him with that opera singer in the deepest corners of gardens or tucked away in libraries.

Until you grew up, that is. The first time you snuck out of the confines of your room was when you were ten and eight, right after the first ball of your first social season. Benedict had insisted on you sneaking out the window of your bedroom so you could tag along with him to a party a fellow artist was throwing, and you, out of pure curiosity, obliged.

You got there and had your first everything while Benedict was painting, or so he claimed, in another room. You kissed the lord, whose name you cannot remember to this day, and then you went beyond that. Sex. It was wonderful, you decided, and from then on you had much more of it.

Anthony was perceptive, he noticed the change in your behavior and one night even decided to ask Benedict about it. Benedict being Benedict told him everything in his usual carefree manner, not thinking twice about it. Anthony reacted quite strangely however, he just... turned on his heel and walked into his study, locking himself in for hours.

He avoided you at all costs from then on. It was strange, but then again, he was the moon. The moon cannot be out forever.

Anthony had always thought of you as the stars, a happy, mischievous young woman who thrived in the dark. You provided a light to every room you walked into that was too great for anyone to look away from. You were intricate, difficult to read and figure out, and yet you were also so intriguing that every man wanted to do just that.

You were also incredibly mischievous, he knew that from the moment you were born. Being eight years older, and a close family friend, Anthony was one of the first who got to meet you. You had always had that sparkle in your eye, like you were in on this grand plan that no one else was.

When you got older, it only got worse. You were constantly getting in trouble, whether that be drawing on your garden's brick walls with his brother or reading books about math or, fittingly, astronomy. Your father always described you as boyish, to which he would have to agree. You got into fencing when you were ten and two and immediately had a knack for it. When you were six and ten, you snuck off with Benedict and got taught how to hunt.

He was never attracted to your sisters as they were too... boring for his taste. They had interests in things like the latest fashion trends, or hairstyles, and he was sure that none of them had ever glanced at a book. It was quite comforting to know, that because of your foolish ways and thinking, he would never be attracted to you either. Or so he thought.

You were wearing a light blue dress when you entered your first ball, your arm tucked snugly with your father's. Your hair was pinned up more elegantly than he had ever seen it, a few of the still unruly, wavy strands fluttering in the breeze that your white fan made. Stunningly gorgeous in every way, and so ladylike. It was strange.

He had almost assured himself that he would never feel this way towards any woman like you, after all, his list of requirements for the next Viscountess was long and specific, to say the least. Yet there you were, walking towards his family, and he was very much sure he was attracted to you.

So when he noticed the jewelry you started using to hide the dark marks on your neck and the silly excuses you would use to leave balls early, it was worrying. He asked Benedict and his worst fears were made a reality, your innocence was gone. You were loose, in his mind. He could not, no would not, be attracted to a woman without her maidenhead. He refused.

The only way he could avoid that attraction was to avoid you at all costs, which is exactly what he did. He excused himself from every room you walked into, and every conversation. On the rare occasion that you somehow managed to worm yourself into a conversation with him, however, he gave short answers and cold glares.

His heart ached when he noticed your light dim after he left, but then again you were the stars. All stars have to burn out someday.

You found his insistence on completely avoiding you to be quite tiresome, after all, you considered him to be like a brother. An annoying, headstrong, arrogant, prick of a brother but a brother nonetheless.

You look over your shoulder to where he is talking to a young debutante, wishing that he would at least glance over. You would never admit it to yourself, but after his company waned you missed it quite a lot. You could talk to Benedict or Eloise, sure, but there was something about annoying Anthony that made your heart flutter and your cheeks flush.

"Miss L/N, are you listening?" The lord, who you were supposed to be listening to, asks. You quickly turn back to him and part your lips to make an excuse, but quickly think better of it. "No, my lord. I apologize, my mind seems to be running from me tonight." You mutter with a soft smile. He nods in turn before continuing to speak about his latest hunting trip, in which you have absolutely no interest.

You excuse yourself when he is done rambling and make your way toward the Viscount, wanting to finally know the real reason why he has made it his life's mission to avoid you. You wish, so desperately, to see the moon again.

He sees you coming and his heart tightens, you look as beautiful as always. You are wearing dark blue, a gorgeous dress he thinks, and your hair is done up just how he likes it. You have on gold jewelry, which sparkles in the low candlelight with every step you take.

He should talk to you, he really should, and yet he cannot bring himself to. You are not the kind of woman he wishes to make the next Viscountess, not even close to checking off any of the boxes he has on his long list for what a woman should be.

So, instead, he settles for leading the young woman he is speaking with to the dance floor. He passes you without a word but falters momentarily when he catches a whiff of your perfume. Your scent, even.

You had always smelled, however strange it might sound, so comforting. Your family's colors were a light purple, the crest having two bunches of lavender flowers on it. You smelled the part, always having some semblance of lavender to you that wafted through the room whenever you entered. It wasn't strong, no, but it was just enough to get his heart racing. It wasn't just lavender that made it so intoxicating, there was something else there. Something that he could only describe as just... you. He smiles to himself at the many fond memories that come with it.

He catches the young woman looking at him in confusion and quickly puts on a straight face, continuing to walk her to the dance floor, but not before noticing the look of despondency on your face. His heart aches, but it must be done. He could not let himself fall for you, no matter how much he longed to see the brightness of the stars again.

Your heart breaks when he walks past you with nothing but a faint semblance of a smile, and for whatever reason, you feel yourself tear up. You wonder if you had done something wrong, or said something in a passing conversation that had rubbed him the wrong way. Perhaps even entertained a man he had trouble with. Whatever it was, you did not like the unfamiliar feeling his avoidance brought.

Something that you had always hidden from everyone, including yourself, was your feelings. You felt no need to be a woman who expressed love openly, nor a woman who got teary at the slightest inconvenience. It is why you liked the parties you went to, sex and alcohol were wonderful to drown out feelings that you would rather not feel. Something else you had always hidden or shoved down, was your feelings for Anthony.

He was gorgeous, that much was obvious, what with his grey eyes and his thick brown hair. The things that you didn't like, such as his ignorant views of women, or his want to always be the best, were often drowned out by the fact that the man was extremely loving and protective of those he cared about. Not only that, but he was like you in that he was truly sensitive when he did not try and shove it down. He made you want to sing his praises from every balcony in London, to profess your love in front of all of the ton so everyone could see that he was yours.

You realize you have been standing in the same spot for what has to be at least five minutes now, and that a tear that had escaped in your reminiscing has now made it down your cheek. You quickly walk out to a balcony and lean on the railing, and for once, you allow yourself to cry.

He finds you after his dance with the incredibly boring debutante he decided to occupy himself with. He didn't want to find you, but his feet automatically found themselves to you. As if something deep inside him was naturally drawn to you and your stupid free-spirited nature.

He crowds around your back. "Is everything alright?" He whispers and is completely taken aback when he sees your face. You look up at him with tears rolling down your cheeks. It was surprising to say the very least as he cannot remember the last time he saw you cry. "My God, Y/N, what happened?" He asks, placing a hesitant hand on your shoulder.

"Why do you hate me?" You whisper back, and he is even more surprised than before. Hate? God he could never hate you, sure he avoided you, but he could never truly hate anything about you. No matter how much he tried.

He was just standing there like he had not been avoiding you for the past two months. Like he had not ignored your every attempt to speak with him, like he had not completely shattered your soul. It made you so angry that you could not stop the foolish words slipping past your lips.

"It is as if I have committed a cardinal sin, as if I am some heathen you cannot stand to be around and not a woman you grew up with." You say, taking a deep breath as heartbreak shifts to anger. "It is not fair. I have wracked every corner of my memory trying to figure out what I have done wrong and still, I turn up with nothing. I..." You falter and turn to look up at the stars. "You are so distant. I find myself aching without you, Anthony. Like a piece of my soul has broken off with your disappearance and is with you for eternity." You whisper, closing your eyes briefly before turning back to him.

"I ask you again, why do you hate me? What have I done?" You plead, searching his eyes for any semblance of his old self. His eyes widen in response and he takes one of your hands. "I do not hate you. God Y/N, how could I ever hate you?" He breathes and your heart flutters at the look in his eyes. As if you are the only woman on earth. He has returned back to you. The moon has risen again.

"I... I have tried to hate you, yes, but every time you are near something in me longs to touch you in ways that would make any lady blush. I hate that you make me feel this way, so foolishly in love that I can barely form a coherent thought, that the Viscount I am becomes but a memory, but I could never hate you." He confesses, bringing his hands to your waist.

Your eyes water as he continues. "You are a loose woman, or so I so foolishly tried to make myself believe. I ignorantly put that label upon you so I could have a reason to not profess from every rooftop in London how much I adore you and I can never forgive myself for it." He whispers, wiping the tears that have somehow escaped your eyes without your knowledge. "I will never be able to profess how sorry I am, but I can hope that in time you can forgive me for how foolish I have been." He whispers, pressing his forehead to yours.

"How long?" Is all you can manage to croak out in return to his beautiful confession, resting your hands atop his shoulders as your eyes flutter shut. "Since I was a young man, darling. Far too long I have kept it from you." He whispers back as your heart flutters at the title he has given you. "I have loved you since I was a girl." You whisper back. "So I suppose we are both fools." You grin.

He chuckles at that, his hands rubbing small patterns into the small of your back. "Always the witty one, hm? You are truly as bright and as mischievous as the stars, my love." Your heart hammers in the stars, at the way he calls you his love but even more than that, he thinks you to be the stars. "You and I have similar minds, Ant. I always thought you were like the moon, so serious and so attuned to darkness. Yet, so beautiful." You confess, opening your eyes to look into his own. Your cheeks flush at the sight that lies before you.

He is grinning, as if you had just given him the world. He leans in and presses a sweet kiss to your lips, to which you eagerly return as your eyes close and one of your gloved hands cups his cheeks. He pulls away after a moment. "The moon is nothing without the stars." He whispers, and you smile softly. "I shall ask your father for your hand come tomorrow if you let me." He murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your brow.

Your heart flutters and you cup his cheeks. "I would love nothing more than to marry you, Anthony Bridgerton." You whisper and he grins, pressing his lips to yours once more. This kiss is more intense than the first, more confident as he knows that you are now officially his. You wish for nothing more than to melt into him, become his both body and mind for the rest of your days. The thought sends shivers down your spine, making your core heat up at the thought of finally sharing your most intimate self with the man who has plagued your thoughts for years.

As if reading your mind he pulls back, but only just. "Might I invite you back to my bedroom, my star?" He whispers, dipping his head down to press a kiss to your neck. You let out a shaky breath at the feeling and nod eagerly. "Please do." You whisper back and he grins, straightening back up and grabbing your hand before pulling you out to where the carriages are. Not before muttering something to Benedict, who smirks playfully and winks at the two of you in return.

One carriage ride full of open-mouthed kisses and love marks later and you are getting lifted out of the carriage and carried into the Bridgerton estate. You had so many fond memories here, you are elated that you would have the privilege of raising a family in the big estate. The thought of a family with Anthony makes your chest feel tight with emotion and you bury your face in the crook of his neck to calm yourself.

He notices the change of emotion as he carries you through the front door, ignoring the many questioning glances the both of you receive from the servants who still linger in the hallways, and kisses the top of your head. "What is it, darling?" He murmurs in your ear as he walks up the stairs, toward his bedroom.

"I am only being sensitive as I envision our future that I have for so long ached for." You whisper back, pressing a kiss to his neck to assure him that nothing is truly wrong. He groans a bit and smiles down at you as he ducks into his bedroom and places you on the bed. "It shall be a grand one. One filled with happiness and light, I assure you." He hums as he locks the door before climbing over you and peppering your face with kisses, which makes you giggle softly.

He moves his hands to your hair, taking out all of the intricately placed pins so he can see it in the state he loves the most, untamed and unruly, just like you. He runs his hands through your hair once he has it down, pressing kisses down your neck and to your collarbone which he bites. You whine softly at the feeling, but more so at the fact that you know he is going to leave marks. The thought of parading around a ball with his lovebites on your skin makes your cunt dampen and your thighs rub together in an attempt to relieve the ache that settles in your core.

He feels the movements of your body below him and groans as your knee brushes against his clothed cock accidentally, making him harden further than he already has. He continues to suck on the sensitive skin of your neck as his hands move under you. He pulls you up to a sitting position and presses his lips to yours, reveling in the soft noises he draws from you as his hands move to your back to work on the buttons that hold your dress up.

His tongue slides into your mouth and he lets out a groan as he exposes your bare back, the choice you made to forgo any undergarments becoming the smartest one you made all day. He makes quick work of your dress, parting from your lips as he throws it across the room. "Christ." He growls when he sits back and gazes at your naked body.

Your nipples are peaked from both the cold air of the room and the arousal caused by the way he is gazing down at you. The look of pure desire in his eyes makes you flood down your thighs, which he picks up on instantly. He grins, almost a cocky grin, before removing his clothes from the upper half of his body.

He bends down when he is bare-chested and kisses from your collarbone, down to your right breast. He sucks on the soft skin just to the side of your hardened nipple, making your hips cant up and into his, a whine escaping your lips. He chuckles deeply and moves a hand to yours, so you can have something to hang onto, the other moving to hold your hip down.

He pulls up briefly and rests his chin on your chest, gazing up at you adoringly. "You are perfect, Y/N. Every mark, every blemish, every imperfection is so gorgeous. So perfect for me." He murmurs and you flush, squeezing his hand in yours as a silent thank you as you are unsure if you could even form a sentence now. "Mine." He murmurs with a soft smile before returning his attention to your breasts.

He takes your nipple into his mouth and you cry out at the feeling of his tongue swirling around the bud. You squeeze his hand and your back arches up into him, making him groan. He pushes you back down, all while his mouth sucks and swirls at your sensitive nipple, and rubs soothing circles on your hip with his thumb.

After a moment, he moves to your other breast, giving that one just as much attention. You whine as he bites down softly before pulling up and beginning to mark each of your breasts. He lets go of your hip and smears his hand down your thigh, gently parting your legs as he kisses down your stomach.

You gasp as he gives a kiss to your naval and look down just as he flashes a cheeky grin. He continues his trail of kisses right down to your patch of hair, your free hand grasping at the sheets while the other squeezes his. You cry out when he licks a stripe up your slit, his tongue pressing onto your swollen clit.

He takes the sensitive bud into his mouth and swirls his tongue around it slowly, his hand moving back to your hips when you whine and try to grind against him. You roll your head back, pressing it into the pillow. You get a whiff of his scent and it sends a zing of pleasure to your abused clit just as he moves his mouth down to your swollen hole to drink from you like a man starved.

You moan into his pillow, taking the fabric into your mouth and sucking as pleasure ripples through your entire body. He moves his mouth back to your clit as he pushes one of his fingers into your body, groaning at how tight you are. You cry out, the sound still muffled by his pillow, at the feeling of his finger and the vibrations his noises send through your body.

He adds another finger and begins to curl them into your walls, hitting that spongey spot that makes you scream. Your toes curl as he pumps his fingers in and out of your body in tune with the swirling of his tongue against your clit. You finally take your face out of his pillow. "Close... Fuck please please please, Anthony." You babble as you begin to see stars. You come screaming his name, his fingers gripping your hip so hard you're sure you will be marked there too.

He cleans you up with his tongue before returning to your lips and giving you a swift, but sweet, kiss on your lips. He sits up and slowly rids himself of his trousers, his cock standing proud against his stomach. The sight makes you mewl and spread your legs even wider in anticipation of him filling you until his tip meets your womb.

He settles between your legs and takes both of your hands in his, pressing his forehead to yours. "I love you, Y/N." He murmurs. "I love you, Anthony." You return, and his lips are on yours. He slowly pushes his cock into your body, groaning into your mouth as you moan into his. He bottoms out and lets you adjust, kissing down your neck to your shoulder.

You gently push your hips down as a signal that he can move, and he grins against your skin. He begins to slowly rock in and out of your body, groaning at the noises he draws from your cunt. "Faster, Ant. Please." You gust into his hair, squeezing his hands tight in your own.

He does not need to be told twice. He begins to slam into your body, making your toes curl as you scream out. He continues his brutal pace, the sound of body meeting body filling the bedroom. He presses his forehead to yours just as your eyes shut. "Look at me." He whispers, stalling for a moment. "I want to see how good I make you feel. I've waited far too long for you to hide, my love." He breathes, and you open your eyes.

He gives that stupid arrogant smirk before beginning to thrust into you just as hard as before as if he never stopped. Your mouth hangs ajar, your mind too focused on the feeling of his cock to even try and stop the moans that flow freely from your mouth.

He moves a hand down your stomach, his thumb finding your clit and circling to the rhythm of his thrusts. He growls when you clench around his length and moan his name. He tucks his head into the crook of your neck. "Come with me." He whispers, biting down on the skin.

The action sends you over the edge. You come for the second time, screaming his name and he follows soon after, painting your insides with his seed. He works you through your orgasm before pulling out and nuzzling your neck.

After a moment he climbs off of you and saunters to his bathroom, leaving you dazed on the bed. You turn your head and press your face into his pillow once more, letting his scent calm you down. He returns a moment later and laughs warmly at the sight. You blush at the noise and look up at him. "Funny that," He says, gesturing to his pillow as he cleans your thighs with the washcloth he brought out. "I did the same thing today." He grins.

"Mmm. When was that, hm? Did you sneak into my bedroom?" You tease and he grins, shaking his head as he places the washcloth on the bedside and crawls into bed. "No, though I am flattered you would think I would be so bold." He hums, pulling you under the covers with him and taking you into his arms.

You smile softly and bury your face into his neck, closing your eyes. "I did it when I walked past you at the ball. The young woman I was talking to thought I went mad. I had to stop and think of all of the fond memories I have of you." He murmurs as he rests his head atop yours, kissing it softly before closing his eyes as well.

You smile softly at the thought of him stopping mid-step just to think of you. It warms your soul. "I love you." You whisper, slowly nodding off to the sound of his heartbeat.

"And I love you, my star." He whispers before following you into a deep slumber.

The moon truly cannot thrive without the stars.

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reflections-in-a-critical-eye · 5 months

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It's funny to me what a park jimin can make you do. So before this man i dislike people who acts cute for shit i mean i hate when ppl act cute at their grown ass age then i saw this fine man and guess what? I cannot for the life of me ever hate him for acting cute like "yes beautiful whatever you say whatever you do I'm here to look at you and listen to you".

I still dislike people tryanna act cute when it doens't even look cute but nothing jm ever does would not look cute to me. I think it's also because he's kinda petite compared to other members and he's got a cute doll like face and most important he's a natural cutie so he looks cute all the time to me and even if tries to act cute for his benefit i still can't get mad at his 28 yrs old ass.

Not to hate taehyung but that face he pulls which ppl call "tata mic face" just makes me cringe every single time now when i see it. When he did it for first 2-3 times it was cute but now? Cringe af cause it just doens't suit him? Idk

I think the reason is that he's a natural at it and he knows it. I've addressed this topic recently anyway. And he still looks really young and boyish. What I wonder now is if we'll be of the same opinion when he's much older? Will the Park Jimin charm have the same effect? Or will he just turn into a middle aged hottie only, cuteness left in the past?

#m thoughts #jimin

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kalliyen · 2 years

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Stranger Things Cast:

Having a Crush on You

Pairing: Multiple Characters x GN!Reader

Featuring: Eddie, Steve, Jonathan, Nancy, Robin

Genre: Fluff

Reader Pronouns: They/Them

Warning: A few swears

Disclaimer: ⚠️ ONLY A WORK OF FICTION

Eddie Munson

Is it just me or when Eddie has a crush he will try his best to make them notice him

I mean come on look when he was with Chrissy

Anyways

How you meet

You were Dustin’s older sibling and you dropped him off at DND meeting

You walked into the dnd room and Eddie is just •o• face at you

You didn’t really pay him any kind cause you were to busy with your brother

So after you say goodbye to him Dustin noticed and he’s all like

“Bro were you just checking out my older sibling”

Eddie gets all shy awww

But when you do finally meet him you think he’s really cool despite being a 20 year old man in high school…

He’s still cute tho

When you first hang out with him you learn he’s actually really nice and chill

Steve Harrington

He sees you come in when he was at work looking for a movie to watch with your family

Hasn’t seen you since high school and is surprised to see you back in Hawkins

You see him at the counter and make small talk

“Oh hi Steve! It’s been a while, how’ve you been?”

His brain short circuits for a minute there ngl

He finally answers but it’s like very abrupt and he says it really fast cause he’s nervous

“I’m good! Just here you know, tryna survive”

Cue Robin laughing her ass off at the back

You invite him to hang out sometime and he just

“Y-yeah I-I’d love that”

Robin tells his children and they’re like “oh em gee we’re gonna get another parent??”

Jonathan Byers

YOU’RE A WHEELER!!!

Mike is so tired of his older siblings pulling so much bitches

Okay this is near the end of s4, so like when he gets to go back to Hawkins right

Atp Jonathan thinks he’s gotten over his crush on you but when he sees you again

BOOM BOOM BOOM

Y’all hear that? That’s just his heart about to burst sorry

Falls in love all over again

You running to him

Feels like everything is going in slow motion

Like those Animes that show the couples running into each other slow motion from every angle

Yeah that’s what he feels like rn

Nancy Wheeler

At first Nancy really didn’t like you

Cause you were like the delinquent type and we all know she’s the girlboss smart responsible type yeah

But like over the seasons, she starts seeing your more caring side

What made her come to the realization that “oh shit I like this person”

Was when you were comforting Mike

Nancy rn: ❤️💖💘💓💗💞💕❣️😘😍

After that she tries her best to be nicer to you

You’re so confused cause like “why is she suddenly being nice to me”

But like y’all pop off and become besties in no time

After a lil heart to heart talk y’all finally get together <3

Everyone else is like “FINALLY JESUS THAT TOOK SO LONG”

Robin Buckley

Robin is such a cutie oh my god

Okay okay so you guys meet at band right mhm

You initiate the conversation most of the time cause she’s so nervous to talk to you AJAJAJAJ

Robin always rambles about you to Steve and he’s listening very intently

Mama Steve back at it again

He tries to give advise but Robin is like “nah nah that’s weird”

But she’s does listen to the advice Steve gives tho

She actually does them sometimes

But over all she’s just really happy she even has the chance to be friends with you

She thinks she’s being really suave when she’s staring at you but baby she’s not

You don’t mind the stares tho, you really like that you might just have a chance with her

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #Jonathan Byers #Jonathan Byers x reader #Nancy wheeler #Nancy wheeler x reader #robin buckley #Robin Buckley x reader #stranger things x gn reader #stranger things season 4

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fluffypotatey · 10 months

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Leverage Ep 11 >:3

Pre-game thoughts:

ngl the last episode was a lot of fun! got to see Nate at his breaking point, Sophie being the best (as always), ALEC AND ELIOT DUO!!!!!

also it looks like this one focuses on Parker? (at least, that’s what the blurb says 🤷🏻‍♀️) so praying for more moments for my ot3 🥰 either as duos or altogether, I do not care. just want them to have screen time

anyway, can’t really think of anything else to add???

I mean, this is the last episode before the 2-parter finale, so I’m curious if this will touch on…..the ✨insurance company✨and that uh Crowley-looking dude (unrelated to GO!Crowley, a show I should also watch)

BUT ENOUGH ABOUT THAT ON WITH THE SHOW ✨

Reaction:

ooooooh a flashback 👀

Ok that was not a safe dose

AHHHHHH THE STOVE

NOOOOOOOOO ERNESTO

is he dead?????

oooooooooh team drama 👀

lmaooooo parents (Nate/Sophie) using jury duty as a lesson

“Yeah, I know jury duty, this seems legit” <- has only gone once

OooooOOOoooooOoOooh defendant is wearing colored shades, he must be an asshole 😂

WAIT WHAT

WHO IS FILMING THE CASE???? IS THAT LEGAL????

babe, please step the fuck away from the jury panel. i would not be in favor of you anyways with you standing so close wtf

oop! she knows!!! fuck they’re gonna strike her out

ok but seriously who are those camera people???? are they even a real legal team???? the ick is strong, I hope they burn this other team to the ground

YES PARKER

CONVINCE THEM

SHUT NATE YOU WERE A SLIMY INSURANCE MAN BEFORE YOU DONT GET TO TALK

everybody giving Nate the stink eye, yesssssssssss

(You would think, with how much I yell at this man, I hate him, but tis the opposite! Love him. He’s just an asshole, and I would never like him in person, great character <3)

OMFG ALEC BACKSTORY??????

YES PLEASE

NANA YOU BADASS

ELIOT AND PARKER DUOOOOOO

FUCK YES

Lmao he took the beer

literally before clicking play I was like “you know, I don’t think Parker and Eliot have been a duo yet” AND HERE WE GO

ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE

nO glasses guy 🫢 was a faker?! <- is not shocked

jfc Alec is good 😍

ok what you doing Parker? oh wait nvm

Chess???? lmao you nerd

“Hmmmm how do we show an evil character is smart…..I KNOW! Chess!”

ohhhhhh big pharma ok (can’t believe it took me this long)

WAIT WE DOING POISONED APPLE

ugh no we’re not

oh shit bribery????

ELIOT PLAYS CHESS???? you fucking nerd 💕

lmao Parker gets a lesson in social interaction (I’m so sorry, girlie, I’d hate it too, but tbh I also befriended an older lady while at jury duty so same????)

it’s ok Parker you tried your best 🫂

“I have a peanut allergy” <- love you Alec

Nate, I sure hope you don’t regret that honeypot plan

OHHHHHHHHH oh dear ok now the brownface comments make sense

Ok show’s age has been shown

jfc Sophie wtf please tell me this is the only episode where this happened

“I’m very spiritual” <- 🤢 god how many times have I heard this

Jesus H Christ I can’t even look at her T^T

awwwww Sophie is helping Parker

ELIOT YOU ARE SO CUTE

HES TRYING

PARKER YOU CUTIE 🥰

i want Parker and the grandma to be friends. Like best friends

lmaooooooo she’s foreman now (I don’t think I spelled that right)

girlie, you sound like you’re giving the old man a job interview 😂

SHE GONNA BUY OUT THE LAWYER????

He won’t

Nate noooooooooo

ALEC

YES

MY BOY

HE LOOKS SO GOOD IN A SUIT

but also shit they are treading the legality there (<- she says even tho they do this every episode)

“Do you trust your government, Ms. Vargas?” ALEC 😂😂😂😂 bringing back the old teachings of being a Jehova Witness i see

WE ARE BARELY HALFWAY?????? (Sorry just looked at the time stamp what do you mean it’s only been 20 minutes????)

“is that a high school yearbook?” oh my god

Alec, babe, love you, but what

ALEC I LOVE YOU

girlie you could say cauliflower steak

Awwwwwwwwwwww Parker has a friend 🤧🤧🤧🤧

Alec’s headshot is beautiful

“It all checks out unless [says an example of exactly what Alec did]”

Ooooooh outsource mention 👀

Nate there are cameras!!!!

“You know why they say, ‘Justice has a blindfold’? Because Justice is asleep” FUCKING DEAD

ok bro this isn’t jury duty anymore this is a trial???? did I miss the part where they finished jury selection

OH SO HE’S AN ACTOR???

lmaooooo he was Scottish

Awwwwwwwww Parker 🥺 “she likes rainy days” im fucking sobbing

Ok now that’s why we were only halfway

“We win the trial” LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOO

Hehe Alec has to actually win the trial

“You think lawyers aren’t just pretending and trying to fill in daddy’s shoes” ok, uh, wow 💔

SHE GOT A BAG LUNCH 🥺🤧

Eliot on another parents trip!!!

wait who is he fighting???? Oh ok

Nate, you look so fucking dumb 😂

*gasp* THAT MEDICAL MAN IS LYING FIGHT HIM ALEC

oh ho ho! bringing up his qualifications I see 👀 why he now only doing cases in Cali 👀

OH HO 👀

HE BROUGHT UP BIN LADEN 👀

GET HIS ASS ALEC! FUCK HIM UP!!! FUCK! HIM! UP!

Alex’s closing statement 👀 omg 🥺 yes babe 🤧 beautiful 💐 take my flowers 💐💐💐💐💐

jfc I’m nervous!!!! I know this will end happy but still!!!! So nervous 🫠

nooooo, she must not figure out 🫠

Oh dear,

OH YES THEY TURNED OFF THE TV WONDERFUL

lol yesssss girlie, burn that fucking bridge!!!! BURN THE BRIDGE!!!! DIG THAT HOLE!!!!

unrelated but her jacket is super pretty

ok ok here we go. fuck I’m nervous

YESSSSS LETS GO BITCH

FUCK YEAH MESS WITH THEIR CAMERA

why are you revealing yourself to her????? bro she could find people to get you!!!!

OMG SHE MADE A FRIEND! GET THAT COFFEE

Final Thoughts:

this episode was so much fun!!!! we may not have gotten much of the Parker/Eliot duo but I’m still happy that they got to tag-team! Parker learning how to socialize, be a team player, and lead was just 👌👌👌👌👌👌 wonderful so proud of her T^T Alec was amazing (obviously) and fucking killed both for stalling the case and winning it <3

not as much Nate/Sophie moments besides them acting like parents to their teammates and being a well-oiled machine 😎 so I’m still satisfied! a little disappointed that there wasn’t any hint for the finale but that might just be because of the messed up order again 😔

overall: wonderful episode, this might be my favorite of the season (tho Miracle Job still has my heart)

#fluffy watches #fluffy reacts #idk which tag I originally chose for this live-blog series #leverage

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aninklingof · 2 years

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Baby Pandas

This idea has been stuck in my head for a while, so I decided to just write it. Enjoy ^^

Lee! Sapnap, Ler! Dream

Warnings: none ✨Supremely platonic!✨

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“Oh Sapnap~” the freckled blonde smirked down at Sapnap, who was shrinking in on himself with a flustered smile.

“D-Dreheam, I’m sorry okahay?” The brunette pleaded. “I-I dihidn’t mean it!”

“So you don’t think I’m an old fart with knobby old person fingers?” Dream prompted.

For context, Sapnap and Dream had been filming a video for Dream’s channel, another Minecraft challenge. That day Dream’s hands had been unexplainably shaky, causing his movement in-game to be slightly more erratic and less accurate. His body being sleep-deprived and running on nearly 3 energy drinks was probably the cause, but nonetheless he was shaking like a senior citizen and falling off ledges left and right.

Sapnap made it his personal goal to tease his roommate as much as he could for it, making the stapled bit of the video how old and decrepit Dream was. It didn’t matter to him that Dream wasn’t even that old, being only a year older than the 21-year old, it was fun to ruffle Dream’s feathers.

However, Sapnap hadn’t considered the possibility that Dream might get back at him later.

Trying to hold back giggles at the bluntness of such a ridiculous statement, Sapnap answered “….noho?”

“Oh you’re a freaking liar.” Without warning Dream dug his fingers into Sapnap’s sides, causing him to let out an ear-piercing shriek followed by loud laughter.

“DREHE-eheheam!! Nohohoho dohohohon’t!”

“Why? Does it tickle so bad?” The blonde teased, dancing his fingers up and down the man’s sides and belly. “Ya’know if I’m old, that must make you a baby huh?”

“Noho! Ihihi’m not aha bahahaby!!” Sapnap protested, kicking his legs out frantically behind the taller man.

“The baby of the Dream Team, lil Pandas!” Dream grinned smugly as his wiggling fingers migrated to scratch lightly at Sapnap’s lower ribs.

“Dohohohon’t cahahall me thahat!”

Dream raised his eyebrows curiously before he smirked. “Don’t call you what? Do you get all sensitive when I call you wittle Pandas?~”

“Dreheheheam plehehease!!” Sapnap cried, burying his cherry-red face in his hands. “Ihit’s embarrassihihihing!”

“Aww! Is Pandas gettin’ all red and giggly? Is he so ticklish?” Dream cooed relentlessly, slowly climbing the younger’s rib cage.

“Stahahahap DrehehehEAM! Nahahahat thehehehere!” Sapnap squealed when Dream’s fingers finally rested on his uppermost ribs right below his armpits, his two absolute worst spots.

“Say ‘I’m Pandas and I’m a ticklish cutie’ and I’ll let you go,” Dream ordered, looking down at his giggly friend expectantly.

“WhahahAT?! Ihihi cahahahan’t sahay thahahat!!” The brunette screamed.

“Last chance, or I’ll tickle tickle tickle you~”

Sapnap was torn. His armpits and ribs were so unbearably ticklish, but there was no way in hell he was gonna admit he was a “ticklish cutie”.

Apparently Dream grew bored of Sapnap’s hesitation because he suddenly shot his hands into the younger’s underarms, scratching directly in the center of each.

Sapnap screamed, hysterical shrieking laughter and wild flailing following close behind. The blonde was unfazed, and continued to switch between scratching and kneading at Sapnap’s underarms.

This continued for about a minute until the smaller man cried out hoarsely through his desperate cackles “IHIHIHI’LL SAHAHAHAY IT!! MEHEHEHERCY!! PLEHEHEHEASE!!”

Dream stopped at once, climbing off the man and scratching at his scalp while he regained his breath. When Sapnap was finally calmed down enough to focus, the blonde spoke.

“You don’t have to say it.”

“Whahat?” Sapnap said, his voice still laced with residual giggles.

“You don’t have to say it,” Dream repeated. “You know it’s true anyway.”

The brunette immediately flushed right to the tips of his ears, exclaiming incredulously, “I AM NOT!”

Dream wheezed into a contagious laugh, which soon had Sapnap laughing again too. The two men enjoyed the cheerful atmosphere, laughing and talking well into the evening over snacks and several superhero movies happily.

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(I’m terrible with endings)

#dream smp tickle #lee!sapnap #ler!dream #dsmp fic #dsmp tickle #tickle fics #tickle #dsmp #dream smp #tickle community #Seans tickle fics

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puccafangirl · 8 months

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Believe it or not the first time I discovered The Nightmare Before Christmas was through this Halloween edition of a Disney catalog that my Grandma used to be subscribed to. I always loved looking at all the neat merchandise those catalogs had to offer and I remember being so surprised to see a spookier looking film like Nightmare Before Christmas in a DISNEY magazine of all things.

Though at the time I didn't really think much of it, I already did kind of like the look of the merchandise a little and how expressive Jack showed himself to be in many of them. But I didn't actually watch the film until I believe a few months or a year or so later when my Mom surprisingly bought it for me and my sisters.

And at first I was a little too nervous to watch it since my 8 year old self was still a little bit easily scared around spooky looking films and characters, but my sister Emilie was the first one to give it a go and eventually I joined up with her and watched the rest of it with her and it ended up being so much better than I expected! With great songs, great stop-motion animation, great characters, and a wonderfully spooky aesthetic, it's no wonder it got so much praise and was considered a classic for so long as well as a staple of Halloween in general! :D And Jack is such a cutie. ^///^

My Mom and Bonnie eventually gave it a watch too and Bonnie really liked it but it freaked out my Mom at the time. Particularly the part where Oogie Boogie's sack full of bugs came out. XD She watches it with us every Halloween now though and isn't quite as scared of the film as she used to be. Kinda funny how me and my sisters who were kids at the time weren't scared of it and yet my Mom was. XD

I was also pretty pleasantly surprised when it made it into Kingdom Hearts as well. It gave me a moment of "Oh, right, Nightmare Before Christmas IS a Disney film isn't it?" XD And of course I had lots of fun with what those games did with it because WOW they totally nailed it to a T! Loved watching Sora, Donald, and Goofy get into costume with it and how they interacted with Jack and the other characters. ^^

Anyway, since its 30th anniversary just happened I figured I'd share my history with it. Can't believe it's been THAT damn long since it came out man. o_o But Happy Anniversary to a true Halloween classic! I'm so glad I didn't miss out on it and wait till I was older to see it and that my Mom got it for me and my sisters when we were kids at that time! <3 Otherwise I would've missed out bigtime hehe.

#just another one of my long rambles don't mind me lol #nightmare before christmas #the nightmare before christmas #disney #jack skellington #long post #kinda #personal

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a-song-for-ages · 1 year

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I mean, I've already decided that the Baratheon is gonna be the oldest of them and would be the youngest sister of Boremund Baratheon or his youngest and only daughter (I need to look at ages because I realised Boremund is older than Rhaenys even though he looks pretty young on the show so I think only daughter would be more fitting yeah)

Now anyways, this girl is gonna be a bunch of years older than Maeg - I'm thinking she'll be 20 when Rhaenyra's doing her tour

Oh fuck I just googled it and Rhaenyra's actually 19/20

So I need her to be a bit older than Rhaenyra so I think I'll make her either 21 or 23. Not 22 because I'm turning 22 and dreading it.

So this would make her... hmm, 3-5 years older than Maegelle? (Maeg's two years younger than Rhaenyra)

But anyways, this Lady Baratheon is unmarried and living at Storm's End with her father, because - she was married (when she was a bit younger), but then her husband died and he died without issue. So instead of his lands/titles going to Lady Baratheon, it went to his nephew. Now because I like drama, I'm gonna have her be married to Jerrel Bracken's Uncle - who died only a year or two back, and Lady Baratheon absolutely hates Jerrel because she knows he's to inherit whatever titles the Brackens held.

So you can imagine her face when the Blackwood and Bracken boys beat it out and the Bracken boy dies - she's just like "holy fuck did I just... curse him???" (It'd be a fun little thing if she could - curse people, but idk)

Now anyways, she's a cutie who told her father that she's already done her duty to her house married a man - and it is not her fault that he died without impregnating her. (Lady Baratheon hated her marriage and her husband - simply because he was boring and a bit boorish and very misogynistic, overlooking the fact that he married a Lady of Storm's End, whose fury he had a bad habit of tempting and whose wroth he overlooked. There's some rumours surrounding her, saying that she killed the Lord, which is why, instead of the Brackens still being somewhat allied with the Baratheons... they became a little... tense. Because I like the idea of Lady Baratheon saying/thinking crazy things and having them come true - so she must have said that he'd die without heirs since he spends more time in the training yards with his invisible enemies than he does doing his duty in the bedroom. He does spend time in the bedroom. Just... Lady Baratheon finds him to be a man incapable of pleasing his wife. So she decides to insult him for it.)

Anyways, Lady Baratheon found her husband boring and ugly and disgusting - she called him a shriveled old craven (even though he was not shriveled at all or old), because she just likes talking bad about the dead. He wasn't her person - he wasn't exciting or even romantic (as Lady Tyrell / Lannister would gush about the knights in their stories.)

I suppose Lady Baratheon and Maegelle would be the closest out of the quartet (I plan on having Lady Johanna Lannister - yes, Jason's wife - be a Lady in waiting for her, mainly because Maegelle finds herself bored, as of late, and likes the idea of having friends who she can trust and support... even though both she and Rhaenyra trusted Alicent and she betrayed them. But that's another discussion.)

Anyways, so Lady Baratheon's also the closest to Maegelle because she's the only one daring enough to go near a dragon. The other two wouldn't dare, attributing it to the lack of dragonblood they've in their veins, to which Lady Baratheon laments at her lack of a dragon, and Maegelle laughs, saying perhaps she'd get a dragon egg as a birthday gift. Of course, the other ladies think that to be cool, but Lady Baratheon only taunts, "Sorry, but only dragonriders have a right to dragon eggs," and sticks her tongue out at them like a child.

Now it is at I think Rhaenyra's Wedding that we have Daemon making a late entrance and he ends up dancing with Laena because he caught her eye but then he ends up switching with Lady Baratheon because the dance is where the partners switch or whatever. And Lady Baratheon is disappointed because she was having much fun stepping on the new heir of Lord Bracken's foot - she's - she's a menace

And now I'm crying because can yall imagine Lady B × Maeg × Aelor getting up to shit in the Dragon Pit's ?

IM DYING CAN YOU IMAGINE DAEMON ASKING HER "have you ridden a dragon before? / is this your first time dancing with a dragon?" And Lady B is just like "my first? No. My last with you? Most probably," because she's heard the rumours of how he killed his wife up in the Vale - and she's a bit hypocritical in the fact that she believes it automatically, while it enfuriates her that she is not believed when she says and swears that she didn't kill her husband. (Because honestly, if she wanted him dead then he would have died on their wedding night.)

Now Daemon isn't in love with her. Rather, he steals her as a form of rebellion (oop, no surprise there), when Viserys orders he remarries - and not a Velaryon, or someone of Targaryen blood who Daemon would find worthy... but a Hightower, so as to strengthen the bonds between Viserys and his wife - he hopes it'll appease Alicent a bit (idk man just go with it) and Rhaenyra's like "that sounds fucking stupid)

Not to mention, around this point is when Aelor gets exiled - so Daemon is pissed, Maeg is pissed, and Rhaenyra is pissed. The House of the Dragon is all pissed off at it's head - which is honestly what Otto probably wants.

So they discuss this, I think - maybe just Maeg and Daemon, because Rhaenyra's busy comforting Laenor who lost his love and also trying to come up with a plan to get Aelor back, and and and

Daemon says "there's only one thing we can do then. Rebel." And Maeg was like "??? Well we can't give Otto what he wants but we can't also rebel, that's treason!" But Daemon gives no fucks and only says "trust me, little niece," bit Maeg does not trust him, and instead steals away Lady Baratheon in the night, and he takes her to Dragonstone where... Aelor and Rhaenyra are fucking around. I'm dead I love the Targaryens they're so . Fucking . Chaotic .

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boycigs · 2 years

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MEETING THE AKASHI'S ! ft. takeomi and senju

bibi's note ; i simp for this old man. he's hot <3

bibi was currently shopping, and had just stopped herself before she bumped into some girl, slowly but surely loosing her cool. so being the empath she is, went over to see what wrong. found out the poor girl was lost, bibyana ended up complimenting her precious white hair and took her to the customer service desk to look for whoever was with her.

cut to a worried and disheveled akashi takeomi, rushing to the head of the mall after he heard the announcement of 'may an akashi takeomi come to the front to collect a senju'.

"t- thanks a lot miss.. uhm" the older man wheezed, hands firmly planted on his knees, trying to restore air to his lungs.

"takeomi, you should really stop smoking. you're just gonna get worse.." the platinum blonde muttered at the pathetic man's state.

"senju, that's rude.." bibyana scolded, elder sibling instincts kicking in. "anyway, you're welcome sugar ! my name's bibyana, you can call me bibi~ I found lil miss cutie here darting around looking for someone, so I took her here !"

after a short chat between the adults, and several ignored pings from bibyana's phone she finally took it upon herself to be excused.

while the akashi's, the other hand, went to commentate on her beauty and personality.

"ah, excuse me, I'm so sorry to cut this wonderful meeting short but I have to leave. i hope see you again senju and takeomi~ ♡" she rushed out with a worried look adorning her soft face as she reached into her bag to grab a smoke.

"she was drop dead gorgeous ! right, takeomi ?" senju asked her guardian before finding him in a state of awe. "yeah,, gorgeous."

"y'know—" she dragged on with a sly grin on her lips. "while I was talking to her, I got her number. sooo if you waaant"

"what are you implying sen ?"

"ohhh, nothing. let's go, 'm tired of these glaring lights and the smell of the foodcourt."

"aight, let's go kiddo." takeomi grabbed her hand as to not loose her this time before exiting the mall with her.

#this is how senju meets bibi !!#i wanna make takeomi a possible love interest #kazutora is the main focus but takeomi is a side thang <3 #bibi is 20 in '06 #★ bibi × takeomi

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dr-drckken · 6 months

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Day 30: Character Wishlist

Kim Possible Characters because I just think everyone should get them and join the party <3

Ron Stoppable: I'll admit it, I have thought about just getting him because he's soooooooooo /clenches first. Kim Possible was the show that displayed Girl Boss and then Male Wife. I love Ron!! He's like both the comedic relief and the straight man, the guy who keeps it real because he's just a guy. A guy with his little quirks. and we have kim!!!!! bring ron!!! dynamic duo!!!

Wade: scratch that make it a dynamic TRIO! computer wiz baby!! can't have a team without the Guy in the Chair or the tech guy who sends the cool gadgets <3 plus wade is such a cutie pie, he should be here, too, on that alone. but yeah another tech-y, nerdy, nice fella will never not be welcomed !!

Motor Ed: literally the funniest character/villain on the show to me and i play THEE titular villain. he's just a muscle car guy with a mullet. he's an icon. he's drakken's cousin! that doesn't have to be canon necessarily but i think it would be funny and they could get up to some fun shenanigans. either as a team or working against one another <3

DNAmy: queen, icon, older woman, woman in stem, woman who isn't afraid to be a villain while also being an adorable little cutie pie with the aesthetic of a 10 year old girl. she's living out her childhood dreams and who could blame her? i think i said this last year and probably the year before that but i will say it again, her getting to be in a world where there's already magical animals and then trying to combine those magical animals' DNA together???? please, the plot writes itselF,

Monkey Fist: I just love a bitch, and he is The Bitchiest. he's also british, so like, he fits right in. people have been asking where the rich characters went. I present to you Monty. he can be the guy trying to find merlin's objects for the worst reasons!!

Duff Killigan: probably my favorite guy. he's scottish so i think he'd also fit right in even if he did complain a lot. i know we have eboshi as the town's villain but i also think duff could make a run for that role in coming to swynlake with the idea to level the town so he can make a nice golf course <3 or maybe he's trying to take out enchantra, either way!!

Senor Senior Senior and Senor Senior Junior: talk about icons. they became super villains just because they had the money and were bored. how iconic is that. either one would be great to have around but i think them as a duo is very fun <3 getting another father-son duo around town !! AND more rich characters. you know they would throw great parties, junior wouldn't have it any other way.

Dementor: Kim and Drakken may be arch nemesis, but dementor is, in canon, his arch rival. he's a better villain, he's more prepared, has better plans worked out. blahblahblah. anyway, i think he should come hang out in swynlake to piss drakken off. <3

Barkin: this is the teacher if anyone cares. he's the patrick warburton character LOL. but i think he would be a fun addition to the seconday team!!! i know it's not as poppin as it once was, but he has other qualities about him that make him a great character and addition to the rp. for example: he was the coach for the cheerleading team! as well as troop leader for the pixie scouts SOOOO if anyone were to pick up a fireside girl (isabella <3) or russell from UP for the wilderness explorers, you've already got yourself a troop leader!!

Bonnie Rockweller: an icon!!!!! always a fan of the mean girl!!!

Now Some Non Kim Possible Characters for the masses:

Mike and Sully: been beggin for these goons for literal years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i would love to take either one of them but my idea for them wouldn't work without the other. :( so if anyone out there in the rp reading this ever has an inkling for either one of them, seek out my DM's. i promise i will be there for you!!!

Jackson Storm: also begging for jackson storm. would love to have a hot shot mean boy hanging around! purely self centered asking for him because he would be a great foil to Cruz <3 but i also think more boys should be mean and annoying. because we all know they ARE

Chick Hicks: speaking of foils and annoying men. i'll admit, i have thought about chick hicks more than once. more than 10 times even. mostly because my nephew has hit his cars phase and whenever he's over the movie is on and i'm watching it and just fjdkslfjdlks. i love the idea of him having a podcast and just being an annoying D-list celebrity, coming to Swynlake to judge and get the scoop on the goings ons.

Alice in Wonderland Characters: copping out on this one just because I couldn't pick one. I know we lost our title character to go be a kween, but i think the characters and the skeletons of this movie are ssaaaaauuurrr fun. and not just because i have hatter and would like connections to them <3 they're just FUN. but also someone should get the march hare. that's my buddy, my guy, my pal.

Peter Pan: where tf is he bro. we literally have every peter pan character but the title one. what is this. WHERE IS HE.

Bolt: we have penny. we have mitte. where's bolt?? idk what the idea of him is, but when i have thought of him, because of course i have who here hasn't, it was the child star who grew up to love voice acting more and then that just became his gig. i love voice actors, they're like such a special type of person that i think would be a v fun addition to our little town. and again, we got some of his friends here already, so where he at ??

Rapunzel: i just think she's neat. she's usually always snatched up within disney rp's right, but she isn't here! i would love to see her!! we have a lot of the princesses already! she could fit into any age demo honestly,depending where you want her story to fall. like the young 18 year old in the movie we see. or her growing up more like in the show. i also like the idea of like a middle age rapunzel who could be teaching art at the secondary or primary!

Judy Hopps: since we have a new sheriff and deputy, i am also interested to see more cops at the station! and a girlie would be a great addition to the two boy-os already hanging out. i also just think it would be funny to toss in the overly eager rookie on Max and Tom <3 on top of everything ELSE they're dealing with lmao

Cogsworth: someone get him before my ass does. that's it, that's all i'm going to say. actually no it's not. he's so diverse with being able to his any and all the age ranges! the secrets, the lies, the deception of not telling anyone he's the SAME GUY! or idk maybe he does tell people, that's funny, too. also we have sophie and her curse, they could be buddies.

Basil and Dawson: several people put them, i will also put them to add to the campaign. dynamic duo!!!!!! also another doctor for the hospital! or for the Magic Doctor Duo if you wanted to go that route with Dawson. as someone who plays one half of an old man duo, i can attest to how fun they are !!!

#swynwrimo

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bbyboybucket · 3 years

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TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky gets jealous when he sees you flirting with Torres. You show him he has nothing to worry about.

Warnings: language as always, jealous Bucky, lil bit of insecure Bucky, drinking, smut, oral (male receiving), bathroom sex (p in v), unprotected (wrap it irl lovies), descriptions of buckys genitals

A/N - I’m shit when it comes to thinking of titles. And I’ve never used a gif before on my writing but I think it maybe makes it look more attractive idk. Also idk if I’ve ever mentioned this but I LOVE Torres so much. Like he’s such a lil cutie and I’d def be crushin on him harder if we knew more about his character. Anyways, I had to make reader a lil flirty with Torres. It’s a good plot. Plus jealous Bucky? Who doesn’t love that? I didn’t proof read so there’s prolly mistakes. This is pretty vanilla, maybe one day I’ll write something more kinky. That’s all.

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Bucky Barnes was an angry man. He was a lot of things, actually, but he was always irritated about something. Being in a foul mood was practically his most identifiable characteristic at this point and he accepted that gladly. But he never thought the object of his rage would be the young lieutenant that Sam introduced him to.

Torres was a nice kid. He wasn’t really a kid but Bucky basically saw every young person that way. He’d always liked him, he was bright spirited, smart, and always helpful with whatever he and Sam needed. Bucky never had a problem with him but right now, he wanted to choke him out. Bucky’s eyes were practically daggers and if looks could kill, Torres would be dead. All because he was flirting with you.

The biggest issue was that you were flirting back. He watched the way your face light up as you talked to him, the two of you laughing. Bucky’s fists were clenched dangerously tight.

He was able to listen to every word of your conversation, thanks to his super soldier hearing.

“We’re going out for drinks later tonight, you should come.” You spoke with a smirk and your hand trailed Joaquin’s upper arm.

“I’ll check my schedule.” The young man replied with a smile. The interaction sent a rush of fury through Bucky’s entire body, his bottom lip curled beneath his teeth as he bit down harshly.

He couldn’t even begin to understand why you were flirting with this kid instead of him.

Okay, maybe he could. Torres was close to your age, maybe only a few years older. That’s a hell of a lot more reasonable than going for a 106 year old. Yeah, the age gap between you two was ungodly, he was sure you found that unattractive. And Torres was nice. Bucky didn’t always have that under his belt. He knew damn well he could be an ass, most of the time he didn’t care but he was nice to you. At least he thought he was nice to you anyways. Torres was also pretty happy, Bucky on the other hand, not so much. But Bucky was happy when you were around. That counts right? He may not smile a lot or really show it any other way, but you did make him happy. He’d count that as Torres: 3 and himself: 2. It was almost even.

But then again, Torres wasn’t an ex assassin with the blood of hundreds on his hands. Nobody was waiting for Torres to snap at any given moment. Torres also didn’t have a metal arm or a broken mind. So scratch what he thought earlier. It was Torres: 1 million and himself: 2.

Just because it was justifiable why you were into Joaquin, didn’t mean Bucky was any less pissed. He’d much rather be in the younger man’s shoes right now, hearing your sweet laugh in his ears and feeling your soft, warm touch. It enraged him that he couldn’t have that yet it was being rubbed in his face that someone else could. All Bucky could think about is the way you’d feel on him, the way your melodic voice sounded when you you spoke to him, how you made him feel giddy inside. God, he wanted to fucking punch that son of a-

“Is viciously staring at people you’re only damn hobby?” Sam laughed as he sat down next to the blue eyed man.

Bucky finally tore his gaze away from you two and brought it towards Sam. “Shut up.” He grumbled.

“I see terminator’s pissed.” Sam joked.

“I’m not pissed.” He mumbled through his teeth.

“Well, somethings got your gears grinding.”

Sam’s smile only grew as he watched his friend roll his eyes and cross his arms in annoyance. He looked across the room to where Bucky had been previously staring and the issue dawned on him.

“You’re jealous cause someone else is talking to your lil crush?” The man teased.

“‘M not jealous.” Bucky huffed and mentally cursed himself for ever telling Sam that he had feelings for you.

“You were looking at my boy like you wanted to kill him, seems like jealousy to me, cyborg.”

Bucky slouched over with his head hanging down and brought his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. Sam let out a sigh. “Why don’t you just tell her you like her?”

“You know I can’t.”

“You can and you should. Just think about it, alright?” Sam suggested before standing up and clapping his hand on the other mans back.

When Sam left, Bucky did think about it. Damn, he wished he could tell you. He wished he was the way he used to be and could still make any girl swoon over him. He was far from that now. It was eternally frustrating that he was so goddamn awkward when it came to dating. He couldn’t even figure out how to stop it. Being awkward with you was one less thing he needed on the list of reasons you’d be turned off by him. He’d rather be stubborn and watch from a distance than embarrass himself.

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Bars were not Bucky’s thing. Not at all. A ton of drunk people, stupid music he didn’t like, and the only thing he could do was unrealistically hope that he could feel a buzz if he took enough shots. He wished Sam wasn’t so goddamn good at coercing. He scoffed at remembering how easily he was convinced into coming with the ‘it’ll be fun’ and ‘you need to get out more, old man.’

Of course a part of it was that he wanted to be around you. It was hard to pass up spending time with you even if it wasn’t one on one. He hoped to talk to you more than he had been but instead he ended up just letting his eyes linger on you. Adoring your pretty smile, the way your hair framed your face. Admiring your sexy figure and the way that dress complimented it. Sadly for him, your attention had mainly been on Sam and even more unfortunately, Torres. That was the real cherry on top of his dreadful bar experience.

You were about 4 shots of whiskey in. Bucky could tell you were starting to get tipsy. He sat at the table as he watched the rest of you over at the bar, ordering more drinks. To his surprise, you came back without the others.

“Havin fun?” You gleamed at him as you took a seat.

“Why don’t you go ask your boyfriend that?” He mumbled, not bothering to look at you as he swirled around his drink.

You chuckled a bit at his grumpy response. “And who would that be?”

He rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Don’t act so innocent, I saw you flirting it up with Torres.”

You started laughing once again. “God, you’re unbelievable.”

His head shot up, finally facing you. His eyebrows furrowed and nose scrunched as he spoke again. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You scooted closer to him in the booth, sending a slight chill down his spine. “It means you’re dumb. I flirt with you every damn day, sarge.” Your voice was low, you looked Bucky up and down, eyes trailing across his whole body in a way that made his heart skip a beat.

“You do?”

“Mhm.” You hummed. God, something as simple as that was already doing things to him. “Don’t know how you don’t realize. Thought it was obvious that I’m into you.”

Bucky couldn’t control the way heat spread across his cheeks, turning them a bright pink. He felt butterflies going crazy in his stomach as he looked at your pretty face. “I-I uh, I’m into you too.”

“I know. A little birdie told me. Just been waiting for you to say somethin.”

He was gonna kill Sam later for running his mouth to you, but right now, god, the only thing he could think of is how your words sounded, like a blessing, if blessings could be seductive. He couldn’t stop looking at how beautiful you were and how you were sitting here, so close to him, seeming to actually want him too. He might have a chance.

“You actually like me?” He said asked softly.

“Yup.” You popped the ‘p’ at the end and brought a hand to his shoulder. “I can show you how much I like you, if you want.”

“Yeah, I want that.” He managed to speak with a little more confidence than before and it made you grin.

You grabbed his hand and tugged on it as you stood up. “Come on, let’s go somewhere more private.”

He followed you eagerly like an excited puppy, all the way to the bathroom in the back. Thankfully it was a single instead of one with stalls. The second you both were in you locked the door behind you. You backed him up against the sink before lifting your hand to his jawline. His heart was beating a million miles per hour when you brought your mouth to his.

The way your tongue grazed his, the way you lightly sucked his bottom lip, the way your the tips of your noses brushed, the feeling of your body pressed against his own, it all felt like pure heaven. He got hungrier for your taste and brought his hand to the back of your neck to pull you further into him. You pulled your mouth away from his and peppered kisses against his jawline.

“Nothing to be jealous of, sarge.” You said as you kissed along Bucky’s neck. You felt his breathes get heavy as you slipped your hand down to the zipper of his pants, undoing it while your lips were still lingering on his skin. “He’s just a friend. You’re the one I want.”

You put a little distance between your bodies so that you could lower his pants, as well as his underwear, down to his ankles. His large, pink cock was already hard when you uncovered it. He noticed the way your eyes slightly widened at the sight.

A small smirk grew on his lips. “You like what you see?”

“I do.” You confirmed before pulling your hair back with the tie that was on your wrist. You dropped to your knees and looked up at him while you slowly started licking the swollen tip of his dick. He didn’t know what was better, the sensation or the view of you beneath him.

You broke eye contact and put his shaft as far in to your throat as possible to get it nice and wet. You could feel the hot pre-cum leaking out on to your tongue. When you pulled his cock out, you made a ‘pop’ sound with your lips. You began to spit all over it. Your mouth made its way to his clean shaven balls. You put one completely inside and sucked away as you used your hand to jack him off.

The man who was towering above you, was moaning softly. You tightened your grip on his dick and pumped faster as you began to suck on his other warm nut. You were already dripping in your panties because of the sounds you heard from him, moan after moan rumbling through his chest.

You pulled you head back and refocused your attention to his throbbing dick, wrapping your lips around it once again. His cock was so thick and long that it took up all of the space it your mouth, you were deep throating and it still didn’t fit all the way in. You began to bob your head back and forth quickly, you moved your tongue around the shaft to give him the extra sensation.

“Fuck…” he moaned out, voice deep but shaky. “You’re so fucking good…”

You brought his cock further in, the furthest you could possibly take it. It was pounding against the back of your throat, hitting every second with the fast pace you were sucking at. The guttural moans kept flowing out of him, unbeknownst to Bucky, it was like music to your ears.

“God…Y/N…I’m close…” He whimpered out and you suddenly stopped, much to his dismay. You sloppily extracted his saliva covered dick from your mouth.

You wiped the drool off your face as you stood up. “I’m gonna make you cum the right way, sarge.”

You took his hand and guided him to the toliet, closing the lid before you pushed him to sit down on it. You lifted the bottom of the black dress you were wearing and removed your soaking wet thong. You grabbed his fingers and guided them towards your clit as you stood over him.

“Feel that? All wet for you, Buck.”

You guided his large fingers as they massaged your clit. You let out a small whimper as you felt tension coiling in lower stomach.

“I want you, Y/N. God, I fucking want you.”

You dropped his hand and the straddled his lap, sitting on his voluptuous thighs. You grabbed his cocktail and brought it towards you entrance. It hurt pushing it in, but it was such a pleasurable pain. He moved his hips closer to you, to help push it in, hearing you whimper as his length was engulfed by your wet pussy. You started to rock your hips back and forth on him, his hand reached to your ass cheek as he grabbed it roughly.

“God, you’re so tight…you feel so good around me.” He huffed out blissfully.

His cock was completely filling you, so painfully deep you wondered if rearranging your guts was really just an expression. He began to thrust his hips harshly into you, making you moan just as much as he’d been earlier. Curses fell from his lips one right after the other, the heat and tightness of your pussy feeling better than he could’ve ever dreamed.

Your arms were clinging to the back of his neck as he rocked forcefully into you, slamming into your most sensitive spots. He could barely contain himself any longer, he was about to speak up but you beat him to it.

“I’m close, I’m almost there.” You whined, your eyes watering slightly from the feeling he was giving you. The pressure in your stomach and hips was unmatched, you were on the very edge of coming undone. “Fuck, keep going Bucky.”

He then thrusted his hips the hardest he has the whole night, holding you steady by wrapping his metal arm around your back. You finished first, panting out a loud ‘fuck’ and feeling a tingling sensation throughout your whole body as you came all over his dick. He didn’t take much longer to cum himself, letting your pussy milk him completely and releasing the last low moan erupt from his throat.

You let him slide out of you. Your tired body then leaned up against him for a moment, head against his shoulder.

“That was so fucking good, doll.” Bucky said as he played with your hair.

“Mhm. No reason to be jealous anymore, right?” You mumbled into his neck.

“Right, cause we both know I can fuck you better than anyone else.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x avenger!reader #bucky barnes smut #smut #joaquin torres #jealous bucky #jealous Bucky barnes #Angry Bucky #Bucky barnes x y/n #Bucky x y/n

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parksunghoonbro · 3 years

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come here》 p.sh {pt.3}

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<3 pairing: chaebol!stepbrother!sunghoon x chaebol!fem!reader (some chaebol!bestfriend!soobin x reader)

<3 genre: angst, fluff

<3 warning: sunghoon gets jealous, he is unwillingly an asshole, making out, mentions of love (sorry if any of you guys are triggered by anything else)

<3 word count: 1.9k

<3 summary: park sunghoon, the most popular rich boy around town, who you are super attracted to becomes your stepbrother. what happens when you realize that he is also extremely attracted to you?

<3 xtra stuff: Soobin is the same age as Sunghoon. They are both 20 while y/n is 18 (2 years older). If you guys have watched Tempted/The Great Seducer y/n and soobin’s hang out is inspired by Shihyun, Sooji, and Sejoo’s (the three friend’s) hideout. (Soobin and y/n have been friends since y/n was born. Like 2-year old Soobin held y/n when she was a newborn)

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You wake up to being surrounded by a comforting warmth. You felt Sunghoon’s muscular arms wrapped around your waist and your face against his chest. After a couple of minutes of admiring the face of the man in front of you, you remember that you had an appointment with your stylist at 10:00 to plan an outfit for an event that your mother’s company has every year. It currently was 8:13, so you tried to squee yourself out of Sunghoon’s tight hold. Finally being able to sit up you were about to get out of his bed, but you suddenly felt two strong arms pull you back into bed. “Where do you think you’re going?” Sunghoon asked in his raspy morning voice. “I have to get ready to meet with my stylist later.” You responded snuggling back into his hold. Sunghoon groaned softly shoving his pace into the crook of your neck smelling your addictive scent. “Just cancel and stay with me,” Sunghoon whined. You wish you could stay but you had to go. This event was a pretty big one. ”What are you meeting your stylist for anyways?” Sunghoon asked curiously. “My mom has this big event that she hosts every year and I need to go to a fitting for the brand I am representing today.” You answered in a soft tone. Sunghoon thought for a little and then jokingly asked with a small chuckle, ”So who’s gonna be the lucky man who gets to be your date?” You suddenly remembered something. You were going to have a date! You blanked out wondering who it was this year. Of course, you wanted it to be Sunghoon, but it was obviously not him. the Assuming from a joking tone you’re sure that he doesn’t know that you’re going to have a date. “I don’t need a date.” You said with a flip of your hair. “I’m perfectly fine by myself.” Sunghoon grinned, “That’s my girl” After cuddling a bit more you finally got out of the bed and got ready. «───────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ─────────» Arriving at the salon you met your stylist. “Y/N!” You heard your names being called so you turned around. “Sohee unnie!” Your stylist of 8 years smiled. “Are you ready for this?” You smiled,”Yup! I’m ready” After hours and hours of looking over dresses, makeup, and hairstyles you finally finished your look. Since you were done you started to pack up. “Oh right! Before you go I have to tell you who your date is!“ Yoy looked back in anticipation of who it was although you already had someone you were almost 100% sure who it was and Sohee continued,”You’re date this year is the one and only Choi Soobin as always.” Yup. That’s right. Your date and the person you were expecting was Choi Soobi, your date since you were children. Choi Soobin was your best friend and although he lives in Jeju now you guys are still very close. He comes and visits every once in a while for events, meetings, and of course just to see his best friend of 17 years. When you finished your small conversation with Sohee you went home.

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Walking through the door all you saw was darkness. The lights were off. No one was home. You wondered where Sunghoon was, but you didn’t worry because it was only 5:30 pm.

-2:00 am-

Its already 2:00 am and Sunghoon isn’t home yet. You’ve called him a couple times and he didn’t pick up. You were worried sick and you were waiting on the couch.

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It was the next morning and you woke up in your bed with the amazing feeling of warmth next to you. You smiled Sunghoon was home. You turned around and saw Sunghoon looking back at you. He smiled at you and pulled you in closer to kiss your forehead. “Why did you wait for my love? When I got home you were asleep on the couch in your clothes and without a blanket! I was so worried that you were gonna get sick.” You put your hands on his stomach and started to touch it. “I was worried!” Sunghoon had an amused face by now, “Worried enough to fall asleep?” “Shut up” You answered back. Sunghoon raised his eyebrows. “Is that a challenge?” You panicked and jumped out of bed. Sunghoon laughed at you and stood up. “Let’s get ready and eat breakfast.” After getting ready you came down to the kitchen to see Sunghoon already sitting at the table with breakfast ready waiting for you. “Where are you going today?” Sunghoon stroked your head, ”Yesterday my stylist informed me that I would be attending your mom’s event. Today I have a fitting.” You smiled and shortly after it faded. You realized that he would have to have a date. Everyone brought a date that their stylist chooses and of course sometimes with the assistance of the person, but the thing that irked you the most was that his date wasn’t going to be you and it would be some other girl. Sunghoon noticed the change and mood and asked why you were upset. “What do you mean? I am not upset.” You said in a normal tone. Raising his eyebrows in confusion Sunghoon decided to not ask questions and answer with a simple “ok”. After a breakfast of hand-holding and flirting Sunghoon left.

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Being at home alone was becoming a little boring. You thought it was surprising that you weren’t enjoying it because you’re a homebody, but maybe it was because you had spent so much time with Sunghoon. You were about to go out alone, but suddenly your phone rang. You checked the caller id. 🐰Binnie 🐰. Soobin was calling you. You excitedly picked up the phone.

“Soobin! I missed you.”

“I missed you too. I heard auntie is getting married again. Are you okay cutie?”

“Yeah, I guess. Surprisingly I hope this marriage doesn’t last.”

“Why? Isn’t your mom getting married to Park Sungho, Park Sunghoon’s dad?

“That’s why Soobin!”

“Ohhh. Even though you don’want them to last they seemed pretty happy Y/N. I met your mom and Mr. Park in Jeju before I left.”

“I know I shouldn’t be selfish. WAIT rewind. You are in Seoul!?”

“Yes, dummy when am I ever not in Seoul before the gala? I have moved away from you for 2 years already and you haven’t remembered my schedule.”

“Well Soobin I am a busy girl”

“More like distracted. But let’s meet up now. I wanna hang out with my date!”

“Hmph. Alright, let’s meet. Our place?”

“Of course see you there”

“Bye”

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-Flashback-

(7th grade y/n)

“Soobin look at it! It is perfect!” you exclaimed looking at the place in front of you. You guys’ mothers had built a hang out for you and Soobin in a secret room behind a big painting on the first floor of their newly merged company building. “It is. This is our place from now on!” Soobin said back providing the same energy.

Soon even as you guys grew older it stayed as you guys’ place where no one else knew the password and was allowed not even your parents. It became a comfortable place for both of you guys where you guys would go to find each other no matter what.

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-At the Hideout-

“Soobin? Come out! I know you’re in here” You stated in a loud voice. “Boo!” “AHHH!” Soobin laughed at you until he was on the ground. “Choi Soobin you’re dead!” You said annoyed. Soobin realized that he had messed up and ran for his life up the stairs to the loft. You chased after him. When you got to the too you couldn’t see him. Then all of a sudden you felt a pair of strong arms pin your hands to your back. “Ha! Got you!” Soobin said with his signature smile. He let you go and hugged you which you gladly returned. You guys hung out for the rest of the day getting food, shopping, and playing video games in the hang-out. What felt like 10 minutes was 10 hours. You didn’t realize it but soon it was 1 am. Soobin looked at the clock and his eyes widened, “I should get you home now little one. It is late.” You looked at the clock shocked, ”Yes, I should get home now.” You guys turned off the TV and the lights and started to walk home. Yes, walk home. This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence with you and Soobin. Starting in high school you guys would always hang out until late into the night and walk home even though you only had to have one call to get home by car. Your houses were close to the hangout and it gave you a taste of what it felt like to live like normal kids. Not heirs to big companies, not kids who were born with silver spoons in their mouths, not brand ambassadors, just normal kids. You have always felt safe around Soobin. Soobin was your haven and will always be your haven.

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When you guys got to your house Soobin walked you to your door and you hugged him bye as always. Not until you get to the door did you start worrying about Sunghoon. Unlocking the door, you quietly took off your shoes and started into the house. Not even getting halfway to your room you were stopped by a fuming Sunghoon. “What were you doing out this late!? I was worried sick! And who was that guy who walked you through the door!?” You were taken aback. Sunghoon had never raised his voice at you. Suddenly feeling vulnerable you answered in a nervous, small voice. Studdering you said, ”M-my friend came back from Jeju to visit. We were just hanging out.” Sunghoon in a loud and intimidating voice said, “There is no reason for you to be hanging out this late! Especially with another boy. Are you even hanging out!? What if you’re doing something else? You said you wanted to see where things go with us, baby!” “How could you say that?” Your eyes filled with tears. You couldn’t take it anymore so you ran into your room and started sobbing. Realizing that he had hurt you Sunghood ran upstairs. Sunghoon felt a pang of guilt hit his heart hearing your sobs outside of your room. He knocked on the door. “C-come in,” you said quietly from inside your room. “Oppa is sorry princess. I just got worried and jealous and I couldn’t hold it in. I didn’t mean to make you cry. Please don’t be upset with me.” Sunghoon said his eyes brimming with tears seeing how he had hurt you. “It’s okay oppa. I understand.” You said as you came closer to him cuddling into his side. He grabbed you tightly and pulled you into his chest as he laid next to you. Sunghoon suddenly had an urge to kiss you, so he landed his lips on yours, and you guys passionately made out until one of you guys had to pull away for air. “I love you princess.” Sunghoon seriously stated. “I love you too, oppa.” you said back, and that night you guys fell asleep happily and full of love.

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#sunghoon #park sunghoon fluff #enhypen sunghoon #park sunghoon #sunghoon smut #park sunghoon angst #sunghoon imagine #sunghoon series #come here》 p.sh

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parkers-gal · 3 years

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idk if you are taking requests but can you do a headcanon of an ag!reader being part of the marvel cast? and being the unproblematic cast member with paul? thank you<3

my requests are closed but hc’s are fun so here you go <33

i love paul rudd but somebody told me his parents are second cousins??? anyways

also paul rudd or paul bettany ???

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i feel like being a singer in the marvel cast would come with such cool lil things

chris evans just loving when you start randomly singing (is this not normal for other people? i do it all the time)

ok ok anyways

making cute + short theme songs whenever somebody enters a room or does their cute lil habits

both pauls seem so chill so i feel like they’d really take you under their wings

maybe making a soundtrack; even if it’s not official you’d still release it and maybe include some of the cuties on your tracks <3

being young so being close with letitia wright and of course tom holland and elizabeth olsen

sebastian & anthony being big brothers

asking you HOW to do whistles and them failing miserably

god but harmonizing at random moments to some old classics that all the older cast members probably know well

and them being so surprised at your voice

robert and benedict arguing on which is the better album: sweetener or dangerous woman

chris hemsworth challenging you in karaoke night

after parties/cast parties always involve karaoke let’s be real (they just want to beat you ONCE)

playing dangerous woman (the single) when you suit up because that’s some sexy power

not being able to get through scenes with anthony because the two of you make so. many. jokes.

yelling “cut the check!” with him and the gag reel dedicating at least two minutes worth of the montage of just that

doing the lil hand motions that benedict does as doctor strange and attempting to try elizabeth’s

i see reading scripts with paul before filming

coffee with tommy <3

attempting to speak in / copy’s hemsworth’s australian accent

premieres would be so fun

being VERY MUCH behind the camera as much as you are on camera

being a major editor / producer

those hours in the studio very much contribute to your understanding of film

imagine doing pranks with anthony and sebastian

especially during press tour

tweeting with the arianators (or whatever your fandom name would be) about marvel theories

ESPECIALLY wandavision

maybe bringing some music collaborators to the premiere for more hype

nicki minaj or victoria monet

doing your own stunts and knowing how the process works because of your music videos

going through fight choreographies, especially for civil war

falling over just a few times

always trying to high five chris hemsworth but his hand just going up so high because this boy is too tall

asking to bring home at least one prop — steve’s shield or an iron man mask

#ag!reader #tom holland fic #avengers!reader #actress!reader #famous!reader #singer!reader #tom holland x actress!reader #tom holland x famous!reader #tom holland x you #blurb #fluff

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vrisrezis · 3 years

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hey admin can i ask how do you think matsus would react to your parents adopting a 12 year old or so?🤔 (i had made a similar request only it seems i had asked you to make the matsus at middle age but i I was referring to his parents who are of middle age even in season 1 😂)

yeahhh the matsunos in canon even in S1 are mid age SO IM NOT SURE WHAT U MEAN?? But teehee I have some hcs anyway

I’m writing this at 3 am forgive me

Osomatsu likes taking you out for normal matsuno shenanigans, one time you guys set a whole town on fire. He is horrible to be with oh my god.

The thing with being with karamatsu ? Guaranteed stomach ache this man wanna buy you so much food. He wants you to like him .

Choromatsu is more motherly as stated before lol, but he can have fun from time to time.. he’s just harsh on you sometimes because he worries about you.

Ichimatsu is like a chill dude to just spend time with honestly, you two could talk about anything. You probably think he’s the cool older brother instead of karamatsu just because he’s “mysterious”

Jyushimatsu is always fun and chaotic to be with, best part is he won’t give you stomach pains and he is actually sensitive and does what you want.

Todomatsu introduced little you to social media! A cutie like you needs to show off a bit! As stated before shopping is a must, he has so many cute clothes to buy you.

#choromatsu x reader #ichimatsu x reader #jyushimatsu x reader #karamatsu x reader #osomatsu x reader #todomatsu x reader #ososan x reader #osomatsu san x reader #osomatsusan x reader

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evafrechette · 3 years

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It’s a Match

↠ yoongi x jimin | smut | hookup au | 18+ | 3.4K

↠ Summary: Loneliness can make you do questionable things. Like signing up to a dating app to suck the cock of a stranger.

↠ Warnings: deep throating, public blowjobs, cum sharing, kind of a social media au - but not, drunk Yoongi, flirting, masturbation, gagging.

Yoongi never thought he'd be desperate enough to download the app on his phone, but here he was at 11:37 on a Friday night, finger hovering over the install button.

"Ahhh fuck it.."

He clicked and watched as the app downloaded and installed on his phone. He never thought it would get to this point. He'd been single for years. Preferring his own company, he never found it necessary to date. People annoyed him, too loud, too intrusive, too manipulative. So he remained alone. But 4 years is a long time to be on your own and he was starting to grow tired of his own hand. Plus he'd watched evey fucking video there was on his favourite porn site a year ago. That should have been the sign he needed to get laid, but his dumb ass wallowed in misery for another 12 months and that's why he's here now, creating a profile in the hopes of getting fucked this weekend.

A frown formed on Yoongi's face, he had been scrolling through profiles for the last 30 minutes and hadn't matched with anyone. He knew it was because he was being incredibly picky, swiping left on nearly every single profile he'd come across. He wasn't gonna get his dick sucked carrying on like this. He swiped left on a profile of a man in his 40s - already starting to bald, arms wrapped around a girl half his age - when his eyes landed upon the profile of a young man.

Yoongi was intrigued. The man had the prettiest face Yoongi had ever seen, beautiful plush lips pulled into a seductive smile, with his blond bangs hanging over his eyes. Yoongi clicked to view the profile in full, Jimin - the beautiful man's name was Jimin. He used emojis in his profile, which made Yoongi let out a frustrated groan. He hated emojis, too childish. He continued to read the profile and decided that the two of them were too different and even though the man was beautiful he would swipe left, like he had been all night. Maybe it was an accident or maybe Yoongi's subconscious wanted those plush lips around his cock, because instead of swiping left he swiped right.

He put the phone down and got up to make a drink. He shouldn't have a coffee this late, but apparently he was living recklessly tonight. With the steaming hot drink in his hand he climbed back onto his bed. He took a sip of the dark hot liquid when he heard the ding of a notification. He cautiously leaned over and grabbed the phone, swiping away his lock screen. He could see that he had been notified of a match, so he quickly opened the app, curious as to which one of the very small pool of men he'd swiped right on that would like him back. Yoongi could feel his cheeks starting to heat up. He didn't expect to match with the blond with the lips to die for. Not only that, but the man had messaged him too.

Yoongi couldn't tell him the truth, he WAS going to swipe left, what the fuck happened with that anyway.

Yoongi choked on his coffee, Jimin looked like an angel, but an angel wouldn't talk that way. How the hell does he respond to that? Does he even want to respond to that? He placed his coffee on the side table and dragged his hand through his hair. If he didn't take this opportunity his blue balls would actually kill him. Well fuck, his response just made him sound like the world's most pathetic asshole.

Yoongi checked the time, it was quite early in the morning now. The coffee had helped wake him up, but the prospect of meeting with the cute man had him feeling even more awake than what was humanly possible. The two of them talked for the next few hours. Sharing stories of their worst dates, childhood pets, who was more powerful Superman or Ironman and their favourite songs. Yoongi finally said goodnight and put his phone on the charger. They had agreed to met at Jimin's favourite bar the 'Hit List' at 8pm that night. Seventeen hours for Yoongi to work himself up into a worried hot ass mess. Fucking great. And yet as he stared up at the ceiling a small smile broke out on his face.

Yoongi spent his Saturday doing everything he possibly could to distract himself from his date that evening. Was it a date? Do you call meeting some random off the internet to possibly fuck a date? He was too old for this shit. He rearranged his vinyl collection, read a decent chunk of his new book and practiced a few new songs on his guitar. Once the sky had turned a beautiful shade of orange and pink Yoongi knew he had to stop stalling and get his ass ready. He took an extra long shower, debating on whether to do some manscaping (since all the young kids do it these days) before deciding not to. He liked his bush, and if pretty boy wasn't a fan well tough shit for him.

He teamed his black and white shirt with a pair of black jeans ripped at the knee, a leather jacket and finished it off with a few pieces of jewellery. With one last look in the mirror Yoongi slid his phone and wallet into the pocket of his jeans and left his apartment. Just as he stepped into the lift his phone pinged. It was a message from Jimin.

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Jimin is sitting at the bar when Yoongi arrives. He's deep in conversation with the bartender, so Yoongi stands by the entrance awkwardly looking around. It's a nice place, very quiet and intimate. It's dark, a few low hanging lights scattered around and tealight candles sitting in a whisky glass on each table. To his right is a large floor to ceiling window, surrounded by a mix match of old leather chairs. There is a faint smell of smoke in the air. Oddly this smell starts to calm Yoongi down, it reminds him of his grandfather. Okay, now he's nervous again. Thinking of his grandfather at a time like this?

"I'm a fucking mess." he mutters to himself as he walks over to the bar.

"Uhh sorry to interrupt, Jimin right?"

The blond turns his head and smiles, he is really more beautiful in real life Yoongi thinks to himself. He's wearing a black shirt with one too many buttons undone, his hair parted in the middle falling gracefully to each side framing his angelic looking face.

"Mmm that's right and you are?"

Um what?! Fuck, Yoongi knew he made a mistake by coming here. Ahh fuck, why did he have to make that stupid profile? He loved Amateur Bareback 3-Way #2, he could have easily watched it 100 more times.

"Relax cutie, I'm just playing, you should have seen your face," a giggle escaped from Jimin's lips. "Nice to meet you Yoongi." he stood up and extended his hand out to shake. Yoongi quickly wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans and returned the handshake. Jimin's hand was engulfed in Yoongi's. He looked down and couldn't help but smile at the scene. Jimin's hands were so petite compared to his. It was a rather lovely sight.

"Order yourself a drink and we'll go sit over there." he pointed to the leather chairs Yoongi has been eyeing up earlier. He ordered an Irish Mule for himself and a Negroni for Jimin. He carried the drinks to the table, while Jimin followed closely behind. A little too close Yoongi thought. He could smell his perfume starting to mix with the smoke smell. It was a delicious combination.

The first half an hour was straight up torture for Yoongi. Even though the two of them had spent the night messaging each other it was different once he was sitting face to face with the most stunning man in all of Seoul. Yoongi avoided eye contact, mumbled and laughed dryly at Jimin's jokes. He was well and truly fucking this entire thing up.

Jimin huffed "You don't have to stick around you know, you can leave whenever you want."

Yep. He had fucked this up.

"Uhh it's not that," Yoongi starts to bite at his thumb nail "Jimin, I'm terrible at this. People stress me the fuck out, I haven't been laid in four years, I don't like leaving my apartment, you are lovely, fantastic even and that's making me even more nervous."

Jimin played with the hoop in his ear while looking directly at Yoongi, he tilted his head to the side "How can I help you relax? I thought we clicked last night?"

They did

"I'm sorry I make you nervous, I can't help it that I'm so cute." Yoongi finally looked into Jimin's eyes and they burst into laughter.

"It's not your fault. Fuck it, I need another drink . . or five that will help." he rolled his eyes before waking back to the bar.

With a few more drinks in him Yoongi was relaxed, he could feel the whiskey warming up his body. The heat in his stomach though, he was sure that was because of the attractive man sitting in front of him. The discomfort had finally vanished and instead a mellowness had fallen over the two.

"I've always liked older men." Jimin purred, his delicate small fingers, adorned with multiple silver rings, brushing against the now half empty glass.

"Aiisshh I'm only two years older than you!" Yoongi huffed, folding his arms across his chest.

"Yeah, but you act like you're nearly 60.” Jimin let out a hearty laugh, his eyes turning into crescents, cheeks plump and slightly pink. He slapped the table causing their glasses to shake. Yoongi quickly grabbed his to prevent it from spilling.

"It's not that funny." he didn't want to admit it, but the blond's laugh was hypnotic, he could watch Jimin laugh for hours and never tire of it.

Jimin straightened up, fingers now tracing the rim of the glass "I bet you don't fuck like an old man though."

Yoongi gulped and looked directly into Jimin's brown eyes, gone was the playful light, it was now replaced with desperate firey lust. He knew what the outcome of this date could be, and yet he was still nervous. He could feel his heart starting to race, his breath becoming faster. "Aaahh shit" Yoongi thought to himself as his left hand started to twitch, the blond's smell - a mix of orange blossom and patchouli was becoming overwhelming, he needed to calm down, he'd cum within seconds if he didn't get his shit under control.

"Heh, well I guess you'll find out later huh?"

Jimin reached over and ran his soft fingers over Yoongi's hand, playing with the bracelets that sat around his wrist.

"Why don't I find out now?"

Yoongi's friends love roasting him for his personality change when drunk. All of a sudden the quiet reserved man becomes giggly and loud. Cracking terrible jokes and singing at the top of his lungs. Sober Yoongi would never dare dream of taking a stranger to the bathroom to jerk off. Drunk Yoongi though? Try to stop him.

"Mmm Jiminshi are you sure?”

Jimin giggled at this "You are SO cute" he continued to draw his fingers over Yoongis hands "Of course I'm sure, do you wanna go back to mine? Or we could go to yours if you're more comfortable with that..."

Without thinking Yoongi stood, grabbed the blonds arm and pulled him up. They walked towards the exit, but before descending the stairs they took a left and made their way into the restroom. Once inside Yoongi pushed Jimin against the door and started kissing at his neck. "Fuck! Jimin, there is no way in hell I can wait to get back to my place, I need to feel you now." Yoongi whispered between kisses.

Yoongi leaned down and kissed his exposed chest, thank fuck Jimin had left those top buttons open. They had been torturing Yoongi all night long, but now he was thankful for it. Jimin's skin was so soft and it faintly smelled like cherry blossom lotion but he wanted more. He was desperate for more. Jimin ran his hands through Yoongi's hair and grabbed hard. Small moans escaped his lips, which drew Yoongi even crazier. He undid the buttons on his shirt and stood back. Jimin had the body of a god. Perfectly sculptured, with beautiful brown nipples begging to be sucked on. Who was Yoongi to deny god his wish?

Jimin let out a squeak when Yoongi ran his tongue over his nipples, hungrily licking and sucking at them. His right hand found it's way to the bulge in Jimin's pants and he pressed his palm down onto it. Jimin was now starting to get louder which made Yoongi smirk, he lightly nipped on Jimin's nipple before standing up and leaning in to sloppily kiss Jimin on those perfect, perfect lips, the taste of spice and bitterness still lingering.

"Uuuhhh Hyung, please touch me."

"That's what I'm doing Jimin."

"No you asshole, I want to feel you properly, get my fucking dick out." Yoongi stopped and looked at Jimin, slightly taken back by the tone of his voice. But he just smiled back - a wicked smile.

Yoongi got onto his knees and began undoing the zip of Jimin's pants. He pulled them down to his ankles, he then drew his hands up Jimin's legs, enjoying how smooth they were. He palmed Jimin's cock through his underwear eliciting a moan from the man above him. Yoongi pressed his face into Jimin's clothed cock. He took a deep breath, Jimin smelled wicked, his arousal mixed with body lotion was rousing. He alternated between sucking and licking on the cock trapped behind Calvin Klein underwear. He repeated this action a few more times before finally removing the now very damp briefs.

Jimin wasn't the biggest cock Yoongi had ever seen, but he was thick and absolutely smooth. He stroked his long fingers over his chiseled abs, along Jimin's length and then down to his balls which he cupped in his hand, massaging back and forth. He let go and brought his hand to his mouth, running his tongue over his entire palm. It was so fucking dirty and Jimin shuddered at the sight. He reached back up and gripped Jimin's cock in his now saliva covered hand. He drew his hand up and down at a frantic pace. He was too worked up to go any slower, but Jimin didn't seem to mind by the noises he was making. Oh shit, he was being too loud now. They'd get caught and thrown out or even worse the cops called.

"Shit Jimin, you need to be quiet or someone will hear us.”

“Mmm Yoongi I don't think I can cutie, why do you think I said we should get out of here."

Yoongi huffed and slowed his hand down. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Jimin's briefs, so he picked them up, stood and shoved them in Jimin's mouth.

"That should shut you up.... Is that okay? I can take them out if you don't like it.”

Jimin shook his head and moaned around the underwear. His mouth was stretched open and drool already starting to pool at the corners. What a fucking beautiful thing to witness. Pleased with himself Yoongi got back on his knees and kissed the tip of Jimin's cock. His tongue played with the slit, circling it before he slowly kissed down each side of his shaft. He then licked the base to tip, never taking his eyes off Jimin's. They both looked so fucked already, pupils blown out, flushed cheeks and lips swollen from the rough kissing earlier.

He started pumping slowly, wanting to tease Jimin a little, the blond was impatient though and bucked his hips into Yoongi's fist, letting him know he wanted and desperately needed it faster. Yoongi let out a small chuckle and started to move his hand at a pace the gorgeous man would enjoy. Muffled moans of pleasure let Yoongi know he had found the magic speed. He continued like this for a few minutes before letting go and taking Jimin's cock in his mouth. Oh he tasted good - of course he did he was perfect in every way why would this be any different? Yoongi hollowed his cheeks as he bobbed up and down on Jimin's length, taking it deep before pulling up and letting go with a 'pop'.

He took hold of Jimin's cock and rubbed his lips all over the head, spreading precum all over his lips and chin. He felt like such a slut, but he was loving every moment of it. Yoongi closed his eyes and slowly buried Jimin's entire cock in his mouth until it hit the back of his throat. He moaned around the feeling, this was what he had needed. To feel stuffed by a pretty cock attached to a pretty man. Jimin was squirming above him, his panting and moans muffled by the briefs in his mouth, but there was no doubt he was in ecstasy just like the cock starved brunette. Yoongi felt petite hands fist into his hair and start pulling and pushing trying to take some control of the situation, Yoongi slowed down and allowed Jimin to start fucking into his mouth.

With each of Jimin's thrusts his grunts became louder as he was getting closer to his orgasm. Jimin wasn't the only one getting close, after having practically become a born again virgin, Yoongi's head was dizzy with arousal and he wasn't sure how much longer he would last, his grip on Jimin's thighs tightening, bound to leave light marks the next morning. He closed his eyes and could feel the heat from his stomach rise throughout his body, his muscles tensing as he felt his release. The wet patch in Yoongi's pants made him feel absolutely filthy. He came just from sucking someone's cock? Before he had too much time to start mulling over how much of a slut he is, Jimin spills his load inside Yoongi's hot mouth. He thrusts hard a few times causing the cum to spill out of Yoongi's mouth and dribble down his chin, landing on the floor.

Jimin hisses as he slowly removes himself from Yoongi's mouth, he leans down and Yoongi yanks the underwear out of his mouth before smashing his lips against the blonds. He doesn't care that his mouth is still full of Jimin's cum, he tastes so good he wants him to experience the intoxicating taste too. When their lips part Jimin stands to put his softening cock away. Yoongi stands with him and looks around the room, avoiding eye contact.

"Umm thanks for that, that was .. uhh really good."

Jimin's bewitching smile returns "Yeah, that was amazing cutie can't say I've ever had my underwear shoved into my mouth though, but there is a first time for everything. Come here and I'll treat you good too."

"Well um, no it's okay. Honestly. I may have cum already." he sheepishly replies, still avoiding any damn eye contact.

A small "oh" left his pouty lips "well I'm glad I could have been of assistance."

The two stood awkwardly for a while before Jimin held Yoongi's hand and walked him over to the sink. He made the older man sit on the bench while he cleaned up all the mess he had made. Yoongi's heart couldn't stop beating. There was no need for Jimin to be so nice after what they had just done, but here he was doing something Yoongi actually felt was more intimate than painting the walls of his throat with his cum.

"Ah there ya go, now you can go back into the real world without anyone suspecting a thing.”

They walked outside together in silence, Yoongi had never had a hook up before. Do you crack jokes? Profess your love? Or just act like what happened never did? His mind was a million miles away when soft fingers were suddenly stroking his cheek.

"Please message me anytime you want to see each other again, and I'll be the one doing all the dirty work okay?"

This made Yoongi blush "Yeah okay. Thank you Jimin, truly I had a great night."

And it was the truth, he had so much fun he could relive the moment in his head for the next four years. Amateur Bareback 3-Way #2 wouldn't be needed when the memory of small hands, captivating moans and cum drizzling down his chin was enough to get him hard again. It had been less than 20 minutes. God dammit!

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Cutie Pie

Synopsis: Who’s your secret admirer? Guess you’ll have to unmask him at your academy’s end-of-term ball.

Warning: none

Word Count: 5.1k

Pairing: fem!reader x Bang Chan, best friends Sana and Nayeon

Saturday was the most anticipated day of the week. The academy only allowed mail to be collected on Saturdays, so Jihyo, the unofficial resident adviser, would head down to the mailroom early in the morning and collect all the packages and letters for everyone in the hall. She didn’t need to do such a thing when everyone had access to the mailroom, but it was a passed down ritual from the opening of the girls’ dorm. There would always be a few girls in the common room, waiting for their deliveries of skin products and 3 AM impulse buys. You would know; you were a sucker for a sale, no matter how much money your parents made.

However, this particular Saturday, every single girl was awake at seven o’clock and impatiently waiting for Jihyo to appear. Even you, who had pulled an all-nighter on Thursday to cram study, had let your excited roommate and friend Sana drag you into the common room with no complaints. Despite how exhausted you felt, you wanted to know what the theme of the end-of-term ball was as well.

You yawned and huddled closer to Sana on the plush velvet couch. You wished she would have let you grab your thick comforter before you left. The usually lit fireplace — though more for decoration than actual function — held nothing but ashes, and the big, drafty room was colder than usual. You shivered and mumbled a few choice words to your roommate, who was in too good of a mood to retort back. Luckily, Nayeon, who was on Sana’s other side, threw a section of her own comforter to you, and you gratefully snuggled under it.

“Thank you,” you said, nose already buried by fluffy white fur.

Sana poked your arm. “What do you think the theme is this year?”

You shrugged. You were always bad at guessing. “Winter Wonderland?”

“That’s what we did two years ago!” she shook her head. “Hey, Nayeon. What about you?”

However, before Nayeon could reply, Jihyo entered the room with an armful of boxes. “Mail!” she cheerfully announced.

Normally, girls would descend upon her like a murder of crows to pick up their packages, but everyone stayed still and stared at the rolled up poster at the top of the mail pile. They all watched as she slowly set down the boxes in the middle of the room and eagerly waited for her to say the theme. But Jihyo only grinned and teasingly asked why no one wanted their orders.

“Jihyo! Tell us already!” Momo whined. She raised the pillow she was previously hugging, threatening to throw it at the older girl.

“Okay, okay,” Jihyo smiled. Agonizingly slow, she unrolled the theme announcement poster. “This year’s end-of-term ball is… Midnight Masquerade!”

A wave of gasps and whispers rippled across the room. This was something no one was expecting; more often than not, themes were recycled from the ones twenty years ago. Thrilled by the prospects of daring new outfits and dancing with a boy, the murmurs evolved into full length conversations. You slunk low into your seat while half listening to Sana and Nayeon decide what color to wear. A masquerade, huh? Not only were there now dresses and shoes to discuss, but also masks. Since everyone would be less noticeable wearing them, then maybe…

“Maybe your secret admirer will ask you to the ball!” Sana suddenly said out loud.

“Shh!” you hissed. You quickly scanned the room to make sure no one heard. Fortunately, everyone was engrossed in their own worlds.

Your roommate rolled her eyes. “Who doesn’t know about him at this point? He bought all your leftover apple pies during the Fall Festival.”

“Who could forget?” you said, remembering how fifty apple pies were bought in a single purchase.

You paced the tiny area inside the booth. It was the last day of Fall Fest, and there were still boxes of unbought apple pies. If you didn’t sell them all in an hour, the club would lose money. Not that it really mattered, you thought to yourself, as JYP was a private academy that received exorbitant amounts in donations and tuitions anyway. Surely the student council would allocate some funds for the Astronomy Club. However, the club’s reputation would be hurt, and selling apple pies had been your idea. Being president sucked sometimes.

Seungmin, another board member of the club, soon returned from his break, and you guiltily dumped the task on him. You promised to come back ten minutes before Fall Fest ended, and he merely waved you off. You spent the rest of the time doing your best to steal customers from other food booths, but no one seemed to want gourmet apple pie when there was a lobster food truck around.

When your time was up, you headed back to the booth with a frown and a posture that would have been deemed unacceptable by your mother. To your confusion and delight, there were no more pies left. Seungmin explained that someone purchased all of them on behalf of his employer. He also offhandedly mentioned that the man muttered, “What is that boy going to do with all this?” while handing him the money.

You prodded Seungmin for more answers, but that was all he knew.

“And he sent you that cute card after, too!” Nayeon chimed in.

You received the card the next Saturday after the festival. When you went to check if you got any mail, there was a horde of girls surrounding the coffee table. Momo had an envelope in her hand, and you assumed it was another letter for her from her long distance boyfriend, but to your surprise, Momo herself presented it to you with a flourish. The fancy white envelope had your name inked across the center in rose gold.

“Who is it from?” Dahyun asked, standing on her tiptoes behind you, trying to read over your shoulder.

You carefully opened it and immediately felt heat rushing to your face when you read the simple message on the creamy paper: “I think you��re a cutie pie” followed by a line drawing of an apple pie.

Dahyun had read it out loud, and news that you had a secret admirer spread throughout the academy like a wildfire. Even after a month, no one could even mention pie without a teasing glance in your direction.

“What if he reveals himself to you at the ball?” Jeongyeon stage-whispered. Evidently, no one wanted to talk about dresses anymore when a mysterious boy was involved. “Wouldn’t that be romantic?”

Too flustered by being the center of attention, you didn’t respond. You had to admit, Jeongyeon was right. Six-year-old you would have swooned at the current situation, and bold thirteen-year-old you would have pestered anyone and everyone for more information. Fall Fest you simply kept the note hidden in your desk drawer and secretly reread it. Sana caught you once, and it was embarrassing to say the least.

“Y/N, are you busy then?”

Sana’s words snapped you out of your haze. You looked at her. “Hm?”

“Shopping next Sunday!” she brightly answered. “Nayeon said she’ll drive us!”

So, it was set. You and Sana would meet Nayeon in the common room at 9:30 to check out the new boutique downtown. However, you already had an idea of what you wanted to wear and were starting to draw the design in your head. You made a mental note to call up your favorite fashion house to place an order. You would go shopping for shoes, but the dress and its matching mask was a done deal.

Sana and Nayeon had similar ideas, and the three of you made a promise to each other and yourselves to only focus on accessories though you were sure that pact would be broken the moment you all stepped foot into downtown.

The rest of the week flew by quickly. Amidst doing homework and studying, you chatted with the other students about the masquerade, which was only a month away. Some of the boys started asking girls to the ball with elaborate bouquets, self-composed songs, and in one case, a choreographed dance number. Sana and Nayeon crossed names off their “Who Could Y/N’s Secret Admirer Be?” list with each asking. By Friday night, their list was tacked onto the bulletin board in the common room so other girls could contribute. You stationed yourself on a nearby couch, pretending to be busy typing an essay on your laptop. You were too curious to actually write anything, so instead you watched like a hawk whenever someone even came close to the bulletin board.

“... and Ok Taecyeon,” Dahyun read aloud. “So, it’s not them. How about…” She closed her eyes and jabbed her finger to a random spot. “The wall?”

“Definitely not the wall,” you giggled.

“He’s kind of cute though. Dark blue paint, random fliers.”

You laughed at her as she began cooing at the wall, telling how dashing it looked in dark blue. Dahyun was always trying to make you feel better about the situation. She was the last person to come by for the night, and you begrudgingly headed back to your dorm to go to bed an hour after Dahyun left.

Saturday afternoon you went to check your mail after waking up. The winter coat you ordered arrived on Wednesday, and you desperately needed it now that temperatures were starting to drop. To your surprise, the common room was nearly full, and the commotion turned into silence as you came into view.

“Hey,” you cautiously said. “Did something happen?”

“You got a letter,” was the simple answer.

Like people passing each other buckets of water to put out a fire, the girls passed down the letter to you. You didn’t miss the sly looks that were exchanged. Once the thick envelope was in your hand, a sense of deja vu washed over you. When you glanced down, your name was written in rose gold, in the same loopy calligraphy from the Fall Festival. Your heart fluttered, and you knew why, but the lump of anxiety in your stomach you didn’t understand. Maybe it was because you wanted privacy for such a momentous moment. Maybe it was because you had fifteen pairs of eyes on you.

“What does it say?” Jeongyeon asked, graciously not saying what everyone wanted to know — “Who is it from?”

You might as well get it over with, you reasoned, since everyone would badger you with questions anyway. You lifted the flap, breaking the red wax. You noted that the family coat of arms featured two floppy-eared dogs and branches with rounded leaves. The last letter didn’t have a seal, you remembered. The same cream-colored stationery as before greeted your eyes, and you opened the card with gentle fingers, taking care not to crease it.

Meeting you would be grand. I’ll be waiting with a red rose in hand.

A pressed rose petal decorated the bottom half of the note, and you absentmindedly touched it while trying to slow your racing heart. Your eyes were glued to the message, rereading it over and over again. This was it, your chance to finally meet him. A hint of a smile started to show on your face, and Mina, observant as always, pointed it out.

“Is it something good?” she said, already knowing the answer.

You nodded, hiding your visibly flustered face with the envelope. Cheers erupted throughout the room, Sana being the loudest one of them.

“So, who is it?” Nayeon asked. “Is it BamBam? He’s been acting suspicious lately.”

“Jeongin? He always asks you for help,” Chaeyoung suggested.

You reread the card, searching for a signature, an inside joke, something to indicate the sender. Unfortunately, all you had was the seal, but you recognized none of the elements that would help you narrow down your search.

You showed everyone the broken wax. “Anyone know whose family seal this is?” You handed the envelope to the closest girl, who glanced at it and passed it to the next person.

When it reached Sana, she brought it centimeters away from her eyes, scrutinizing every little detail she could pick out. “It looks familiar, but I don’t know,” she finally said out loud. “I’ll ask around. Okay if I take a picture, Y/N?”

“Please.” You wanted to know who this mystery boy was more than anyone.

The envelope came back to you, and you carefully tucked the card inside. The crowd started to thin out as girls started to head back to their rooms or out of the dorms. So did you.

Once inside your room, the package that held your much needed winter coat was left discarded at the foot of your bed. With shaky hands, you reopened both the cards you had received from your secret admirer. You traced the words with a trembling finger, feeling the imprints made by the fountain pen, marvelling at how elegant his handwriting was. It was written by someone with a firm hand and a delicate touch, you imagined. Someone who was deliberate and kind and…

You shook your head. There was no sense in projecting your hopes of him on him, especially since you didn’t even know who he was.

Yet with only a slight feeling of embarrassment and some guilt, you lifted the stationery to your nose in a poor attempt to sniff out his cologne. All you smelled was expensive paper, and your whole body heated up when you realized how shameless you were a mere two seconds ago. Thank goodness Sana was busy and had no chance of bursting in.

You hid both letters inside your desk and opened your package, pretending that the past five minutes didn’t happen. The whole day was like that, pretending that you were cool, calm, collected when you really had the energy equivalent of five cups of black coffee coursing through your veins.

Sana came back with no new answers. At night, you drifted in and out of sleep, wondering who he was and how he would reveal himself to you.

As decided, you and Sana met up with Nayeon in the common room at 9:30 the following day. You yawned, regretting not taking any melatonin before you went to bed; you were tired from hours of unrestful sleep. Luckily, Nayeon, the driver, was in a much better state than you.

“I asked BamBam yesterday,” she said as she pulled out of the parking lot, “and he says it’s not him. I asked about his seal, and his is completely different.”

“He could be lying. What if he used someone else’s seal to trick Y/N?” Sana gasped.

“But why would he even do that? There wasn’t any seal on the first letter I got,” you replied. “It’s probably just a hint.”

“Ah! So he wants you to know who he is but is too shy to say it outright!” Sana declared. “But someone has to know. Is it too much if I post an ad in JYPaper?”

“Yes.” The school newspaper had many readers, and you didn’t want to be known as The Girl with the Secret Admirer again. “I don’t think they even allow things like that. We have at least three weeks to figure out who he is anyway.”

“Killjoy,” Sana pouted.

Soon, the three of you arrived in front of the boutique. As expected, the promise to buy only accessories for the masquerade was broken when Nayeon spotted an emerald green dress with lace details.

“Maybe I’ll wear this instead,” she wondered out loud. Before any of you could stop her, she grabbed it off the rack and brought it to the register, not even bothering to check the size.

You and Sana shared looks before heading over to the display of shoes. A cursory glance told you that none of them would match your dress the way you wanted. Despite that, you tried on a silver heel bedazzled with possibly real diamonds as Sana selected a black velvet pump. Nayeon returned with a brand new bag with the boutique’s name emblazoned on the front.

It was a similar experience at the other stores the three of you later visited. At least one of you would buy an unneeded item, while the main purpose of buying shoes for the masquerade was forgotten. The topic of your secret admirer, however, was not as lucky. At the end of the day, you had learned far too much about the Hwang family’s supposed seal, and Nayeon’s trunk was filled with shopping bags of various sizes and multicolored tissue paper. No progress was made.

“Y/N,” Sana started, her voice in an uncharacteristic lilt that typically meant she was going to ask for a favor, “can you take my bags too? Chan says he’s free now, and I want to ask him about the seal.”

“Can’t you just do it over text? I bet Chan wouldn’t mind,” you said. You threaded the handles of as many bags as you could through your arms. “You bought so many things.”

“If I do it in person, I’ll know if he’s lying or not.”

“He’s on the student council,” Nayeon pointed out. “We voted for him because he’s honest and trustworthy.”

“Please? He’s my friend, and I haven’t talked to him in ages,” she tried. For some strange reason, you couldn’t help but feel that it was a flimsy excuse for her not to take her fifteen bags back to the dorms.

“I’m your friend too,” you huffed. Despite your show of annoyance, you grabbed one of her bags as well. The last time she and Chan spoke face-to-face was two weeks ago, which was ‘ages’ since they usually had dinner together at least twice a week. “Fine. But he better know something useful.”

Sana lit up and eagerly waved goodbye. You called after her, “You’re treating me to dinner tomorrow!”

Nayeon added, “Me too!” as she picked up a black bag with gold ribbons for handles.

After three trips back and forth, Nayeon’s car was finally empty. Sana still had not returned, so the two of you went to the dining hall for a late night snack. Nayeon checked the “Who Could Y/N’s Secret Admirer Be?” list and read off the names still not crossed off.

(Apparently, Jeongyeon had created a spreadsheet and shared it with all the girls, so the list could be updated in real time. You were both surprised and not surprised at this news.)

“What about Felix?” she suggested. She flashed her phone screen at you, and Lee Felix had no strikethrough. “He’s a new transfer, so maybe that’s why no one recognizes the seal. Or maybe he doesn’t have a seal.”

You shrugged, more focused on the cheese platter on a nearby table. “Maybe,” you said, loading your plate with delicious morsels.

Nayeon mumbled something about your disinterest when food was in front of you, but she did the same. Chaeyoung, seated in a booth near a window with her own plate of cheese and crackers, waved you over.

“Rumor has it that your secret admirer is Lee Felix,” she said, forgoing a greeting.

Right beside you, Nayeon hissed, “See! I was right!”

“Someone saw him with some red roses last week, and your card did have a rose petal on it,” she continued. She nibbled on a small block of cheese as she looked for your reaction.

You chewed on your bottom lip. Was it really him? Was Lee Felix your secret admirer? You only knew him by a string of associations — Chan’s friend. Sana’s friend’s friend. He was pretty cute, you admitted.

“Maybe,” you replied, already thinking about his sharp jawline and the dusting of freckles across cheeks. “But only three more weeks until I find out.”

Sana had been acting strangely recently. She had started asking lots of specific questions about things you liked in guys. While you would have normally brushed this aside as Sana being Sana, she would follow up with questions like, “What do you think of this quality in a boyfriend?” Your answers were noncommittal, but she always smiled far too innocently and typed it on her phone. When your star-embroidered dress and its matching mask for the ball had arrived, a hint of a grin had appeared on her face. Then she had squealed, “He’ll love it!” and immediately clasped a hand over her mouth, like she had just told a huge secret. During the latest shopping trip with her and Nayeon — where you finally found a pair of heels you liked — Sana had smirked when the three of you unexpectedly ran into Chan and Felix, also shopping for the ball.

“Is it Lee Felix?” you asked moments after the boys were out of earshot.

She pretended not to hear you. “Hey, Nayeon, what do you think of that dress over there?”

You frowned, debating whether this meant it was Felix was not Felix. But it was clear that she knew something.

Weeks passed, and there was no new information about who your admirer could be. Much to your disappointment, Sana kept her lips sealed and tactfully changed topics whenever the masquerade was brought up.

Now that everyone was getting ready for the masquerade, she was dancing about you, deciding where to best place the decorative pins in your hair. You were fine with the situation earlier since you were waiting for Momo to finish Dahyun’s makeup, but Dahyun had been long gone.

“Here! No, here!” Sana selected a new location, deemed it not perfect, and took out the pin.

Momo, who had been patiently waiting to start on your makeup for a solid five minutes, gave you a sympathetic smile. “Sana, are you close to done yet?” she asked. “We’re going to be even later than we are now.”

“But she has to look perfect! She’s about to meet her secret admirer!”

The few girls present in the common room — where Momo had set up for the night — murmured in agreement.

Sighing, you snatched the handful of pins away from her and stuck them artfully into your curls. Or as artfully as you could in five seconds. It didn’t matter; they were shaped like stars, so they would look nice anyway. “There. Hair, check.”

After makeup was complete, Nayeon carefully tied your masquerade mask back, and Tzuyu held up a mirror for you. With Momo’s handiwork and half of your face covered, you barely recognized yourself. Your heart raced at the discovery; would he recognize you then? The letters he sent rested on your lap, and you absentmindedly touched the broken wax seal.

“All ready to go!” Sana cheerfully said. She pulled you up from your chair and linked arms with you. “Let’s find out who he is.”

Would it be Lee Felix, the top candidate among the girls, or someone who had gone by unnoticed? You gripped your skirts tighter in anticipation, and Sana slapped your wrist away in fear that you would wrinkle the fabric.

Downstairs, the ballroom was packed. Nayeon opened the double doors with bravado, and dozens of eyes looked in your direction. You thought everyone with their masks on looked like great horned owls staring you down, and you self-consciously adjusted yours, to Nayeon’s chagrin.

“What do I do?” you whispered to yourself. All the onlookers had returned to their own business, and you followed your friends through the crowd. “How do I even find him in all this?”

Nayeon had great hearing. “Red rose, remember?” she said. The baroque music nearly drowned out her answer. “He’s waiting with a red rose.”

“We’ll meet you by the punch table!” Sana shouted, already disappearing into the throngs of people. She grabbed Nayeon by the elbow, and you were left alone.

Stricken by the fact that you had no idea what to do and that your friends had basically ditched you, you stood in place. The letters were hidden in the folds of your skirt, and you repeatedly tapped on the sharp corner of the envelope to calm your anxiousness. You had imagined a Cinderella-like reveal, where the crowd would part and your prince would be waiting on the other end of the ballroom. Then he would reveal himself, and the two of you would dance the night away. Though in hindsight, the current situation was much more likely to happen.

You scanned the room, looking for any sign of red. Ties, dresses, masks, but not a single flower. Why was red such a popular color for masquerades?

“Y/N?” you heard to your left.

Eyes wide, you turned in that direction, only to see a boy with a rose in hand talking to a girl with a midnight blue feathered mask. Dahyun, you realized. Dahyun laughed and shook her head before pointing in your direction. Her and her eagle eyes, you gratefully thought.

The next part felt like a dream. Like a princess from a story, you picked up your skirts and walked up to him. It was him who was frozen in place now as you neared him. The background blurred as you focused solely on him, surreptitiously studying the exposed part of his face. His black mask blocked you from seeing his eyes, but the embarrassed smile was familiar.

“Hi,” he breathed, holding out the rose to you.

Heart beating, you took it and replied, “Hi.” After a beat, you blurted out, “Who are you?”

The smile turned into a grin, and you felt your cheeks growing hotter as you realized that his grin was just for you. Oh, he was cute. Or the lower half of his face was at least. “Don’t recognize me?”

“Should I?” You checked the broken seal on the second letter. Was there a secret message on there that you missed or something? It was still the floppy-eared dogs and what you learned from Jihyo’s research was eucalyptus branches.

“Wow, Sana actually didn’t tell you?” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I thought she would have.”

“Sana? What does she have to do with this?”

“She’s a mutual friend of ours. She’s one of my closest friends too. We’ve known each other for years.”

Then, it all dawned upon you. Sana, who thought the seal looked familiar, who wanted to speak to an old friend in person, who looked like she had been hiding a secret from you during the past three weeks. Sana, who had fussed over your appearance, who left you in the center of the ballroom for no real reason.

“Chan?” you whispered.

“Yeah. Are you disappointed?”

“No! I’m just surprised! I didn’t think that— Everyone thought it would be Felix, so I… kind of believed it…”

“If you want to dance with Felix, then I can get him for you,” he quietly offered, his face falling.

You caught his sleeve before he could turn away, and you didn’t miss his shocked expression when you quickly said, “No! I want to dance with you. Really.”

“Are you sure? You don’t have to—”

“Yes, I’m sure. Please stay.”

You loosened your own mask and let it hang around your neck. Suddenly you felt shy now that all of your face was showing. You vaguely knew Chan from years of being friends with Sana, but this was a completely new experience and feeling.

“You look really beautiful,” he softly said. “I like the stars on your dress and in your hair.”

“You look handsome too,” you shyly replied. Sensing a possible awkward lull in the conversation, you asked, “So… why did you think Dahyun was me?”

He groaned and looked away. The tips of his ears matched the flower you were holding. “Sana told me your dress was dark blue, and Dahyun’s was blue as well.”

You smiled, remembering Dahyun loudly announcing that the common room wall was her date and that she would be matching with it for the ball.

“Did she tell you that I would be waiting here, too? She and Nayeon ditched me here.”

“Yeah,” he admitted. With a sudden burst of confidence, he stepped forward, his hands hovering around your waist. “She told me a lot of things, but especially about you.”

“Like what?” You hesitantly wrapped your arms around his neck, and he jumped but pulled you closer nonetheless. The two of you began to sway to the music. “That I wake up in the afternoon on the weekends and she hates it because she has to tiptoe around?”

He laughed, and the lines around his eyes crinkled. “Yes, but other things as well. That you like stars and that you stayed up late to help her study for an exam even though you pulled an all nighter the night before.”

“Oh?” You remembered it, but you didn’t think she told anyone.

“Yeah. She made you sound unreal. I checked out the Astronomy Club booth in Fall Fest to meet you myself, but I got shy. You looked really pretty that day,” he added, making you blush. “And then I heard you and Seungmin talking about how many pies you guys had left, so I decided to help out.”

“By buying all of them.”

“Yeah. Kind of a stupid idea, now that I think about.”

“You definitely got my attention.” You rested your head on his shoulders and felt him sharply inhale. He relaxed soon after, and you continued with, “I couldn’t stop thinking about your card for weeks.”

“And I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he quietly replied, earning yet another blush from you.

He leaned closer, and you felt a breath get hitched in your throat until he whispered, “Not to alarm you or anything, but everyone’s watching us.”

A quick peek was all you needed to confirm his words. Dahyun was still lingering around, and Sana miraculously showed up, looking like the cat who swallowed the canary. Seungmin looked like he was giving Chan overly enthusiastic thumbs-ups.

“Do you wanna still wanna dance?” he mumbled. The music was loud enough that no one would be able to hear, but it was something intimate in a scene where the two of you were being gawked.

“Come with me,” you said.

“To wh— Oh!”

You slithered out of his hold and led him by the wrist through the crowd of onlookers to a more secluded spot near one of the giant windows in the hallway. Groups of people parted for you like the fairy tale scene you had imagined earlier. With your skirts flowing back and a handsome boy behind you, it certainly felt like a fairy tale. Once the two of you were alone, you leaned against the wall and looked up at him.

“So, who exactly is the guy beneath the mask?” you ask, pointing at him with the rose. “I wanna know more about him since he already knows so much about me.”

He pushed his mask up to his neatly combed hair and smiled at you, full dimples on display, galaxies in his eyes. “Just someone who thinks you’re a cutie pie.”

~ ad.gray

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