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xo-cori · 7 months

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Ellie is sooooo into sneaking around and secretly fucking you in public but Abby is a complete opposite she just wants you all only because only her can hear and see you because you’re hers. Idk how I think Dina would be!!!

kissing and hope they caught us

pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader

summary: the best way to prove that somebody is yours is to show them off.

warnings: smut (MDNI), exhibitionism, ellie being a cocky little shit

a/n: lord forgive me

All you can feel is her hands, everywhere.

Her fingers reach somewhere deep inside you as the palm of her hand covers your mouth, muffling all of your pretty noises only because she’s not sure how it’d sound to an outsider. After all, the two of you are cramped in an almost pitch black laundry room, the dim blue LED lights from the living room barely creeping in through the slits of the unlocked door. She’d been staring at you all night, though. She could bear not seeing you for a few minutes.

“Gotta be quiet,” Ellie mutters, “don’t want anyone walking in, do you?”

She expects to get some sort of reaction out of you, but you only clench down around her fingers at the thought of it. You grasp at the edge of the washing machine for some support, knees barely holding you up now, and Ellie doesn’t even try to hold in her laugh. “Oh, you would fuckin’ like that.”

You let out a low whine, though she can still hear it over the loud music just down the hallway. She moves her hand from your mouth so she can bring her lips to yours, working to swallow all of your moans that couldn’t be held back even if you tried. You weren’t trying, though. Not one bit. You gasp into the kiss as her fingers curl up, thumb pressing down onto your clit in a steady rhythm that has you seeing stars behind your eyelids. It’s embarrassing how close you are after just a few minutes alone with Ellie. She does unspeakable things to you, and seems to have a habit of making a mess out of you no matter where you are.

Bathrooms, closets, backseats. It’s a thrill that she chases, that gives her just as much pleasure as she gives you– if not more.

You haven’t been caught, yet, but you’re starting to think that it’s only a matter of time. Luck runs out quicker the more you abuse it.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whimper, grabbing onto her hair in a vain attempt to ground yourself. Your heart pounds in your ears to the beat of the music and she swears she can feel it against her own chest.

“Remember what I said, yeah? Quiet.” Ellie says. Regardless, her thrusts have somehow gotten faster and the speed dizzies you. Your head falls forward into her shoulder, pressing your mouth into the fabric of her sweatshirt to cover up the sound of another whine– it’s her name, she realizes, still quite loud despite your efforts.

She fucks you through our orgasm until you reach down to grab her wrist, halting her thrusts, mumbling something about it being too much, and she finally pulls out of you. You keep yourself tucked safely in her shoulder as you try to catch your breath.

Ellie lets you rest for a moment and takes the opportunity to lick the wetness from her pruned fingers, suddenly wishing that she’d taken you to a more secure area so that she could’ve tasted you properly– a regret she finds herself having often when you find yourselves in these situations.

After a few long moments, she gently grabs your chin and makes you look up at her, just barely able to see her eyes through the darkness. “Damn. I’m ready to go home if you are.”

Though you normally would’ve felt bad for leaving a party so early, you can’t imagine anything here better than what awaits you back home (or, if Ellie’s feeling to impatient, right there in the car). “I’ve been ready since we got here,” you huff.

“Do you think Dina’s gonna be mad?” She asks, eyebrows furrowing with a fickle concern that could easily be erased.

“Jesse brought Fireball, Els. She’s probably not gonna remember she even had this party.” You reply, to which she hums in agreement. Your friend isn’t exactly known for being able to handle her liquor, and you’d both seen her drink quite a bit of it within the span of a few hours. If she isn’t hunched over a toilet bowl by now, she’s probably going to keep drinking until she is.

So, Ellie kneels down to help you pull your shorts back up as you readjust your shirt to look more presentable; to make it look like you’d been doing anything but getting fucked in a laundry room.

You know, deep down, the thought of anyone finding out is only turning you on more.

#the last of us #the last of us 2 #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x you #ellie williams smut

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moonseonghwa · 1 year

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Rewind - Choi San

You and San had always been close, and when you joined him to his usual friday night parties, your view of your best friend seemed to have changed more than you’d like.

word count: 3k

warnings: bestfriend!san, unprotected sex (boooo), hickeys, choking (slightly), creampie

a/n: i’ve been sooooo busy but i’ll update cruel summer in a few days! also not proofread so excuse my mistakes

ateez masterlist

Your detectable boredom hung in the air around you, cutting through the intense smell of liquors and marijuana. Three things you wish were easier to ignore. You were standing in the corner, with a red-colored cup in your left hand as you debated on just leaving right now. Your friend was here, somewhere in the huge house, and you were waiting for him to finish whatever he was doing just so you could finally go home.

Honestly, you were never one to enjoy parties, always declining politely and saying you had other things to do. You didn’t mind telling your best friend ‘no’ over and over again whenever he begged you to come with him. Which explains the surprised face this morning when you told him you’d join today.

You were here because you heard Mingi would come. A person you’ve been eyeing for a long time, but never had the confidence to talk to. These sorts of parties make those kinds of things much easier. The conversation will flow, and alcohol courage will keep it going. You thought you would see him tonight, but he never showed up, which explains your wish to leave. And to be very honest you wouldn’t stay here any longer even if he did show up.

You finally noticed San, your best friend, on the dance floor, his hands wrapped around a random girl’s waist as she was saying something in his ear. He was laughing, making you roll your eyes. It wasn’t anything new to you. He has taken multiple girls to your shared apartment, resulting you in sleeping with earphones every time he did because of the clear moans resonating through the thin walls.

He was for sure making them feel good though, and sometimes, you would think about wanting to be in their place for once, before shrugging away that thought immediately. He was your best friend, and roommate, so there were boundaries that shouldn’t be crossed.

You watched him for another moment before deciding to leave, not wanting to go back home with him and the plus-one whose voice would be heard the rest of the night.

San, on the contrary, was constantly thinking about you. He knew about your little crush and figured you were somewhere too lost in Mingi’s kisses to come and talk to him. He was excited to hear you were coming to the party, finally joining him in what felt like ages, but when he heard Mingi was coming, he got the message and left you alone for the night.

However, when he noticed your dress in the corner of his eyes, he followed your form to the entrance, immediately breaking away from the girl as he followed you. He pushed the bodies in front of him out of the way, trying to keep up with you and your fast tempo.

‘’Where are you going?’’ He yelled after you when he caught up to you outside, making you turn around, surprised to see him jogging towards you.

‘’I thought you were leaving with that girl, so I was heading back already’’ You said, planting your hands in the pockets of the leather jacket you borrowed from San, the jacket he thinks is way too big on you. He just can’t deny how good it looks on you, his clothes, claiming you as his in some way.

‘’I wouldn’t leave with someone else when I took you to this party, I thought you were with Mingi’’ He said, starting to walk towards the direction of your shared apartment, making speed up to walk with him.

‘’Didn’t show up’’

‘’You’re too good for him anyway’’ He muttered, clear enough for you to hear as you let out a chuckle.

‘’You seemed to be enjoying yourself out there’’ You said, changing the subject so he wouldn’t make your heart flutter like that again.

Because he looked absolutely gorgeous right now, the light sweater accentuating his toned shoulders while his hair fell loosely on his forehead, a smirk plastered on his face at your comment. The dimly lit streetlights illuminating his face. His steps matched yours, while he subconsciously made them smaller so he would be at the same pace as you.

‘’She wasn’t interesting’’ He simply said, running a hand through his hair as he looked at the road in front of him. The sound of your steps on the concrete could be heard on the quiet road, and you couldn’t help but feel a little proud of yourself that you were the one San was taking home at the end of the day.

You just hummed, closing your jacket a bit more at the night breeze, before he threw his arm around you, his body warmth warming you up more. Your heart tightened, a reaction you didn’t see coming at the small move he has done multiple times before.

You continued the comfortable silent walk until you were in front of your door, entering the code as you felt San’s body dangerously close to yours, his hand ghosting your side. When you got inside, you immediately made a beeline for the couch, dropping your exhausted body on it as San chuckled at you.

‘’Let’s go to sleep’’ He grabbed your arm, lifting you from the couch easily as your body crashed against his, his hand on your waist supporting you before guiding you towards his room. You kept walking to your own room though, but the hand on your wrist stopped you. ‘’Stay with me’’ He said, making your eyes widen.

‘’Why?’’

‘’You sleep in my bed most of the time, why not today?’’

Because I want to kiss you so bad, it’s killing me.

‘’Because I just want to watch my drama a bit more’’ You lied through your teeth, not daring to tell him the actual reason. Because you don’t trust yourself right now with the drinks you’ve had tonight.

‘’Just stay with me tonight’’ He almost begged, making your insides twist at the thought of sharing a bed with him right now.

You don’t know what switched inside you tonight, but you were constantly thinking about San, a problem you usually never have. You thought it could be the way none of the men inside the frat house interested you, thinking about how much better San would be at something, or how San wouldn’t make you uncomfortable when he touches your sides when the other guys did.

The interior of his room reflected his personality. Black and white themed, not too much but still detailed with the paintings he hung on his wall. He was neat, neater than any boy of your age that you’ve seen the rooms of.

Before you knew it, you were in his bed, wearing his t-shirt as he stayed a fair distance away from you, but not far enough to keep the countless thoughts about him out of your mind, and if it wasn’t for your tiredness, you wouldn’t have been able to fall asleep this quickly.

That tiredness slipped away when you woke up a few moments later. San’s hand was wrapped around your waist, splayed out on your bare stomach while his crotch pressed against your ass. His mouth was so close to your ear that you could feel his pillowy lips against the side of your neck. You had to bite back a whimper when he pulled you closer, the friction making you realize just how turned on you were by the feeling of his hands on you.

It was bad, you knew it, so you tried to fall back asleep. You shifted, trying to get out of his tight grip as he only pulled you closer, a groan leaving his mouth which went straight to your core. It took a couple more minutes of shifting before you felt yourself growing more and more frustrated.

‘’Sannie’’ You whispered, looking back to see his eyes flutter open.

‘’What’s wrong?’’ His raspy voice spoke, lips so close to yours, you could feel his breathing against them.

‘’You’re too close’’ You said, voice weak and shaky.

‘’Hmm? You don’t want me close?’’ He teased, his hand rubbing your stomach softly.

‘’I do, but it’s dangerous’’

‘’And what if that’s exactly what I’m looking for’’ He said, moving his body which resulted in him hovering over you as he moved your hair out of your face. You didn’t dare to say anything, afraid of what might come out of your mouth. ‘’Tell me,’’ His head moved to your neck, placing his lips against your collarbone, ‘’You really want me to stop?’’ he placed another kiss, making your breath hitch as you struggled to keep yourself from moaning.

‘’Cat’s got your tongue?’’ He chuckled, a side of San you’ve never experienced showing. His own cat-like eyes look at you with that gaze you recognize. As if he’s telling you he’s got you right where he wants you to be.

‘’I’m going to get some water’’ You said, shoving yourself out of his grip before stumbling towards the door. You didn’t know why you wanted to get away, but you were so scared of finally showing yourself to San. The confidence you always had slipping away when he was so close to kissing you. You filled your glass with cold water before gulping it all away in one go. Your hands leaned against the counter, contemplating what you were going to do now.

The door of San’s room opened, revealing him as he walked towards you with his sweatpants hanging low on his hips, exposing his extremely well-toned torso clad in his workout compression shirt. There was a smirk on his face as he approached you. He grabbed your glass before filling it up with water himself and taking a small sip.

‘’You good?’’ He asked, trying not to smile at your flushed red face. You were trying to play it cool, looking at him with those eyes of yours, but he noticed your foot tapping on the ground, indicating how nervous you seemed to be.

‘’Fine’’ You hated how weak your voice sounded.

He laughed, placing the glass on the counter. ‘’Why are you nervous?’’ His voice was still raspy. He moved a bit closer, feeling his body heat against your skin as he leaned towards your ear, ‘’Do I make you nervous?’’ He asked.

‘’You do’’ You said before doing something you will probably regret tomorrow, but those worries were for tomorrow only.

You crashed your lips on his, catching him off guard as he smiled in the kiss. His hands pulled your hips closer to his, making you groan as he sucked on your lower lip before entering his tongue in your mouth. You felt every part of your body on fire, something you haven’t felt in such a long time.

Your hands were tangled in his hair, pulling it back, eliciting a deep grunt from him. His hands went to the back of your thighs, lifting you up to sit on the counter as he went between them, kissing you like there was no tomorrow. Your hands wrapped around the back of his neck, so lost in the feeling of his lips on yours. He was slow with you, fingers rubbing your thigh and leaving the skin burning with pleasure.

He took you in his arms, walking you to his room again as he dropped you back on the bed, your legs wrapping around his waist. He sat back, pulling off his shirt as you did the same with yours, revealing a dark purple lace bralette. His favorite color.

‘’Did you wear this one for me, hm?’’ He teased, placing his lips underneath your ear, making you sigh in pleasure as you nodded, not daring to tell him you were thinking about him when you bought it.

He kissed you again, his hand around your waist making you arch your back against his torso, feeling his way bigger body against you as it caged you between him and the soft mattress.

He had imagined this before, whenever he brought a girl over, he would think about the sounds you would make if you were in her position and the way your soft skin would feel against his.

‘’You’re so hot, can’t believe we didn’t do this earlier’’ He muttered, breaking away from the kiss as he kissed the top of your breasts while fumbling with the edge of your panties, your breath coming out staggered by his movements. ‘’Always imagined it’s you whenever I bring a girl over’’

Now that was a comment you didn’t expect, and one that made your panties ever wetter in just a few seconds.

‘’Please just fuck me already’’ You whined, growing needy and just wanting to feel him deep inside you. He tutted at you, his hand moving away from your panties.

‘’We’re going to do this my way, and I’m going to take my time’’ He said, ‘’Want to see all of you’’ He added, kissing down the valley of your breasts and opening your legs with his knee.

You bit your lip, his lips coming close to where you needed them the most. You looked down at the view, his head between your thighs, a view you would probably never forget.

San felt the same way, feeling your soft skin under his fingertips, your small breaths and whimpers music to his ears as he teased you slowly because he never wanted this moment to end. It felt like a dream. His lips went back to your stomach, kissing their way up to your lips again.

‘’Can I take these off?’’ He whispered, pulling your panties down when you nodded, exposing yourself to him. His hands then went to your waist, lifting you up as his fingers undid the clip of your bra.

He gawked at you, making you hide your body with your arms as his hands grabbed your wrists. ‘’Don’t hide’’ He pushed you back down against the bed, this time pulling off his own trousers and boxers, leaving him naked in front of you as he smiled at you, making butterflies erupt in your stomach.

‘’Do you want to do this?

‘’Yes’’ You whined, high on the feeling of what was about to happen.

San entered two fingers, making you throw your head back in delight. Your hand came up next to your head as you held onto the pillow tightly, pleasure erupting in your body as he held your hips in place with his other hand. His fingers went up to your clit, rubbing it slowly as you moaned his name over and over.

‘’Please San, I need you inside’’ You said, pulling him towards you for a kiss as he smiled at your needy state.

‘’Yeah, need my dick?’’ He said in a cocky tone, wanting to see you beg for it.

‘’Yeah- need it now, please’’ You said, the feeling of his fingers driving you near the edge.

“Condom?” He asked, looking into your eyes.

“I’m on birth control” You assured.

However San didn’t tell you that you were the only one he asked, but because it was you, he couldn’t help but want to feel you. All of you.

His hand went around your throat, holding it softly while he locked his eyes with yours, his fingers leaving you as you felt his tip enter you. He pressed a bit harder on the sides of your throat, making you moan out of bliss as you felt his hips meet yours.

‘’So good, baby, all mine’’ He whimpered at the pleasure, slowly pulling out, then pushing in with the same speed. You felt the drag of his cock inside your walls, feeling every vein and rolling your eyes back when he pulled out again.

He kept the slow pace, fucking you deeper every time. His hands were all over your body, gentle touches keeping you close to him. You were seeing stars, lost in the pleasure and his lips on the side of your neck.

‘’Mingi could never fuck you like this’’ He said, sucking and creating marks to show off to others that you were his now. ‘’Hm? Would he fuck you better?’’

‘’No, he can’t’’ He sped up at your answer. His hand went to your clit, rubbing circles, getting you closer and closer to your high. Your nails were digging into his neck, his hand placed on your hip, holding you in place as his hips snapped deeper inside of you. His groans went straight in your ear, his deep raspy voice like music. He grabbed your leg, hoisting it over his shoulder as the angle made you see stars.

‘’Gonna- ah’’ You mumbled, not able to form a proper sentence. ‘’Gonna cum’’ You moaned, watching the way he slid inside you easily as you threw your head back, the high taking over. Your brows were knitted together as you came, making it hard for him to last any longer.

‘’Good girl’’ He praised, stroking your sweaty hair out of your face as he pounded deeper inside of you. ‘’Where do you want me to cum?’’

‘’Inside, please, fill me up San’’ You stammered. ‘’Need it, need it so bad’’

He stilled inside you at your words, before releasing his load deep inside you, groaning as his head was buried in the crook of your neck. You stayed like that with him for a while, until he pulled out, kissing your cheek softly.

‘’Are you okay?’’ He asked, making you nod with a smile.

He got up, threw on sweatpants as you closed your eyes, still in bliss, before you felt a wet cloth between your legs, San cleaning you up before handing you his shirt. He dropped beside you, pulling you to his chest.

‘’We should do this more often’’ You chuckled, making him smile against the top of your head.

‘’Like a regular thing?’’

‘’I mean, if you want to?’’ You mumbled, suggesting friends with benefits with San was something you never thought you would do.

‘’I definitely want to’’ He chuckled, lifting your head and placing a kiss on your lips before you snuggled a bit closer.

#choi san #choi san smut #san smut #san imagine #san fluff #ateez san #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #ateez smut #ateez fluff #ateez #choi san fluff #san x reader #san fanfic

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charlotteking23 · 22 days

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Hello! I know what I'm about to write here may seem strange, but in my head, it's just perfect. Imagine a scanario of Batmom×Batfamily where S/N(batmom) is a witch (like those in the Harry Potter universe), but she's always been afraid to tell her family because she feared they would start to hate her and that Bruce would ask for a divorce (and also because, as we know, there's a law that prohibits them from exposing this to not-witch). However, somehow they discover her secret, but in the end, everything turns out fine.

Kisses♡

Sooooo... I am a witch

Bruce Wayne x witch reader

It was an average day, nothing out of the ordinary, the boys were looking through their old stuff planning to donate it. They decided to start in the attic which they didn't even know they had. But boy was it filled with a lot of stuff in labeled boxes.

"Hey look my old toy car, I forgot I had you well time to donate you", Jason said tossing the car in a pile of stuff he didn't want.

"Hey guys look what I found", Tim said picking up a box with a do not open painted on the top of the box.

Damian took the box, "I think we're not supposed to open it, Oh well". He hurriedly opened the box, and the other boys peered their heads over Damian to see what was in the box.

Surprisingly when they opened it they saw a book, some photos, and other weird things. It all looks so cool like from a movie, Dick slowly took some photos out scrutinizing it.

"Guys look at this", Dick said holding out the photo in front of his brother's face.

"That girl she looks familiar", Jason said reaching out for the photo it was of a girl behind a tree wherein a green and black color robe.

"guys, that's Mom, see the girl has the same birthmark as Mom", Tim said pointing at the girl and the picture of his mom he had taken on his phone.

The boys hurriedly raced down the attic trying to find their mother. Damian had the box in his hand while Tim had the picture. They raced down the stairs almost knocking into Alfred in the process. Finally, they saw their mother in the living room watching one of her favorite movies Princess Diaries.

Y/n heard the sound of footsteps looking in the direction of the noise. She looked at what Tim was holding, and immediately Y/n got up and took the picture out of his hand. " where did you get this" Y/n demanded taking the other things from the other boy's hands.

"Mom, what is this? what have you been hiding? Dick said pointing at the picture. Mom, it's okay you can trust us", Jason said while nudging Damian to go and hug Y/n.

" I am a Witch, I am from Hogwarts where I learned to train and use my power. But not too long ago I fell in love with your father hiding the secret I was a witch, for I was prohibited from telling any non-witch about my powers. So I hid all my stuff in an attic before we got Dick, but you kids must have found it".

"so father still doesn't know", Dick said still trying to process this story. Y/n shook her head no. "You have to tell him Ummi", Damian said. "your right, I will tell him right when he gets home", Y/n said confidently.

Soon Bruce came home, greeting all his children before going upstairs to his and Y/n's room. There he saw Y/n sitting on the bed looking straight at him not a single emotion on her face.

Before Bruce could talk, Y/n started to cry heavily, slumping her shoulders, and looking away from Bruce. Bruce quickly rushed over to her scooping her up in a hug and whispering soothing things in her ear trying to calm her down.

"my pretty girl, what's wrong?", Bruce said continuing to massage Y/n's back. "Bruce, I have something to tell...I am a witch", Y/n didn't wait to see his reaction before continuing "You are probably mad at me but I understand so if you want a divorce then I am fine with it", Y/n said so fast it was hard for Bruce to even comprehend.

"Y/n were not having a divorce, I love you too much for that, no matter if you kept a secret you probably had your reasons and I am not mad", Bruce said in a reassuring tone. Bruce stood up holding Y/n close to him swaying them side to side and humming a beat. Y/n started talking about her past as a witch telling everything to Bruce. She felt so happy to finally tell Bruce after so long, feeling so much better.

"So does that mean since I have powers I can fight crime like you", Y/n said with her best puppy dog eyes. Fuck, it was so hard for Bruce to resist those puppy dogs eyes. "Fine", Bruce said letting out a groan and seeing Y/n jump up and down clapping her hands, smiling widely at Bruce.

Question for the readers: what is your house in Harry Potter?

mine is a Slytherin

#batman #batfam x batmom #batfam x reader #batmom #batmom imagine #batmom imagines #batmom!reader #bruce wayne x reader #dick grayson #tim drake #damian wayne #jason todd #witches #witchcraft #witchblr #witch #y/n

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thoughtsforsoob · 5 months

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txt - how they show their love

A/n: I know I’m not the only one who thinks about how sweet these boys would be to their s/o :( I need my own heuning kai please. (Ugh I hate myself bc I know guys can be sweet and my last relationship was so terrible :/ I forgot I have standards. If a boy/girl puts you down, you leave them immediately!) anyways, please enjoy okay? Make sure to drink some water and have a yummy snack. Please send requests as well! Requests are open for texts and writing for nct dream, txt, and a few more.

{this one is quite long bc of the bullet point format so I added the "keep reading"on this post!}

soobin

He shows his love in such sweet and subtle ways.

One of these affectionate things he does (that I personally love) is him gaining interest in your hobbies.

He will sit there and watch you do whatever you do with literal heats in his eyes.

Please help, his pupils are actually changing shape. Jkjk.

Anyways, he always asks you questions about your hobbies and will even try them.

also, he likes to be taken care of in a relationship so he shows his love by looking at you with the upmost adoration when you're leading him somewhere, for example

he gives you this lovestruck eyes when you're pulling on his arm through the mall

he loves when you order for him when you go out to eat

you and him are literally the meme where the girl goes up the counter and says "he said no pickles >:(" and he's just standing behind you with a little smirk on his face

yeonjun

He shows his love through providing for you.

He's overall is the embodiment of the word ‘gentleman’.

He always opens the door for you when entering the car.

He holds your hand tight when you two are rushing through the train stations during rush hour.

He also always pays for EVERYTHING.

He gets irked when you try to pull out your card/cash to play for anything. He frowns and gently moves you to the side and he pays.

Afterwards, he sits you down and tells you that he wants to pay and that you should let him because he loves you so so much.

Let him because he will literally cry if you don’t let him pay.

beomgyu

he's just a little silly guy so he show his affection through lots of physical contact and time together.

I say this later on for huening kai but he looooves hanging on you!

he’s like a little monkey

he just likes when you pretend to be annoyed because it makes him feel accomplished (he’s so annoying but I love it 😬)

Also like, calls you at 2 am

“baby I’m outside your apartment please come down”

“Beomgyu where are we going? It’s 2 am?”

“First of all, WHO is Beomgyu? Second of all, we’re going on a walk and there will possibly be snacks if you cooperate”

taehyun

He shows his love by looking after you very closely.

He leaves you daily reminders to take your vitamins, charge your phone/laptop, eat or drink something, etc… he wants to make sure you’re healthy and prepared for the day ahead of you.

He also always makes sure you’re not missing things.

One particular thing he does is restocking your pantry and fridge and also other personal care items.

If he notices you’re running out of your favorite drink, favorite snack, pads/tampons, etc, he will stop at the store to get them for you before heading to your apartment.

He also likes to have sit downs with you at least once a week and talking to you about your week.

He buys fancy masks and your favorite drinks so you two have spend a few hours de-stressing with each other.

heuning kai

He is very into physical affection so he shows his love by hanging on you in public.

Once he get the green light from you, he practically begs his company to let you both go public with your relationship so he can hug you and kiss you in public.

He loves coming up from behind you while you’re waiting for your coffee orders and wrapping his arms around your shoulders. He presses a kiss to the top of your head and tells you he love you sooooo so much.

He also shows his affection through gifts.

Surprise gifts at that.

He loves catching you off guard with anything from stationary to a new designer bag.

He’s a great gift giver because he pays close attention to the things you love.

#txt fluff #txt headcanons #txt imagines #txt reactions #txt x reader #yeonjun x reader #soobin x reader #beomgyu x reader #taehyun x reader #huening kai x reader #tomorrow x together

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piived · 6 months

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𝐃𝐏𝐱𝐃𝐂 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞/𝐖𝐈𝐏 — ‘𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬’ ᴘᴛ. 2

part 1

“Hey- wha- Danny!” Jason yelled in panic and jerked forward, hands on the ledge to look down and body ready to vault after his idiot as quickly as he could, but was stopped by a familiar cackle, a sudden burst of light, and Danny himself standing, no floating, in front of him with stark white hair and green eyes that were quite literally glowing.

What the fuck.

“What the fuck,” he parroted his thoughts. His lips still tingled from where Danny had pressed his own against them and it was all together enough to make his brain short circuit.

“Yeah, so, uh, hi?” Danny waved lamely which turned into even lamer jazz hands, “Surprise?”

Jason blinked. And blinked again. “What the fuck,” he repeated again, this time with feeling. Danny winced a little and launched into an explanation.

“So, you know I died? Well, apparently while I was dying my DNA was also being infused with, like, a shit ton of ectoplasm which made sure I didn’t all the way die but I also didn’t come all the way back and ended up as half-ghost half-living — halfa is actually the term we use, but that’s not super important right now —” his words were nearly blending together with how fast he was trying to explain, “And, oh! I can transform at will and have been fighting ghosts since I was fourteen because they come through the same portal that I well, you know, died in, and I may also have some super cool powers and technically be King-to-Be of the Infinite Realms because I beat the last King in combat and inherited the throne, sooooo,” Danny finally stopped his word vomit. “Questions?” He finished meekly.

Jason stared and stared before tilting his head back and groaning. “Of fucking course my boyfriend would be a fucking ghost king. I am never going to live this down.” He scrubbed a hand down his face and turned to see Danny grinning lopsidedly at him. “What now?” He asked warily, suddenly feeling like a long nap would do him wonders and, really, the concrete roof was absolutely not the worst place he’d slept on before, so maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea—

Danny floated closer and Jason’s attention was stolen by the fact that his legs had transformed into a trail of… mist? Gas? What were ghosts even made of? Jason didn’t know but the sight was disconcerting and a little more than a bit distracting, especially paired with the skin-tight suit that had taken place of Danny’s usual baggier clothing. He took it all in with fascination and still a hint of disbelief.

“Boyfriend, huh?”

His eyes shot back up to Danny’s green ones and he flushed a bit at how close he had gotten without Jason noticing. He pinched his lips together when the question sunk in.

Well, in for a penny and all that.

Danny’s grin widened even more but Jason didn’t give him the time nor satisfaction to say something witty; he gave into his desires and cupped Danny’s face, noting both how strange it was to not have to lean down whatsoever to look Danny in the eyes (since he was still, y’know, floating) and how cold his skin was (Danny had always ran cold, but this was different, like the complete absence of any underlying heat that blood and skin produced).

Danny’s grin morphed into something softer and surprised, as if Jason had caught him off guard. Good. See how he likes it.

“Yes,” Jason stated, voice a bit gruff but soft between them, and Danny’s eyes darted back to his own from where they had been staring at Jason’s lips. Score. “Boyfriend,” and then, because he was a gentleman, thank you very much: “Only if you want, of cour—“ Jason was cut off by another press of lips on his own, only this time he was prepared and held on tighter, not letting Danny pull back as quickly.

Their lips stayed pressed together, soft and gentle and it made Jason ache with something fierce. He wasn’t used to tenderness. He wasn’t used to getting what he wanted. He wasn’t used to anyone wanting him back.

When they finally pulled away it was only to lean their foreheads against each other. Danny let out a breathless laugh and nudged his nose against Jason’s in a way that made his stomach flip at the casual affection. “Yes,” Danny said with another quick peck to Jason’s lips, “Boyfriends.”

Jason couldn’t stop the small, crooked grin if he had even wanted to try (and he really, really didn’t). It had been a long time since he had felt this good. This happy. Sure, he’d gotten a lot better in the past couple of years since he came back full of boiling green rage and the itch for violence at his fingertips, but Danny was the one to make him want to be better. Jason finally wanted to come back to himself, to allow himself the grace to forgive and be forgiven and move towards a future that wasn’t bathed in blood and tainted by the Pit Rage. He wanted a better relationship with his family. He wanted to do his city proud. And he wanted Danny by his side through it all, apparent Kingly status and everything.

“Good,” Jason said, drinking in the sight of Danny’s own giddy grin that showed off the longer and more pointed canines that Jason was definitely not imagining dragging along his skin. No siree. He shuddered, and it was definitely from the cold that Danny radiated. Nothing else.

Danny seemingly felt the shiver and pulled back a little more and with a flash of light he was back to his messy black hair and blue eyes, standing on the ledge with his arms around Jason’s shoulders much like they were before he had tried to give Jason a heart attack earlier. The temperature warmed a few degrees and Jason noted the fact to ask about later. “Good,” Danny parroted and then let out a little sigh, “Though, we really do need to talk about this so you actually know what you’re getting into. There’s… there’s a lot I need to explain.”

Jason nodded in agreement. He couldn’t imagine that anything Danny had to tell him would change the way he felt, but he would very much like to know everything. “My place or yours?”

Danny grinned mischeivously, “What, not the Batcave? The sooner I disclose my identity to all your bats the less chance of me slipping that I know and being hunted for sport, right? Plus, I think I could use Batman and Red Robin’s help on a couple of things assuming they’re amenable.”

Jason shook his head immediately, not wanting to imagine how the conversation would go with his entire family there to harass them without them being a hundred percent prepared (and very curious about what exactly Danny could need Bruce and Tim’s help with).

“Absolutely not. I’m not letting that conversation happen with you there until I know they can all behave themselves and not be asses about it. Jason was especially worried about Bruce’s reaction considering the man’s trust issues and his invasive need to pry and leave no stone left unturned. His siblings would be nosy and insufferable with their teasing but at least Jason was used to their antics and could shield Danny from the worst of it by giving them the short rundown before the full question panel had to happen. No, better for Jason to learn it all first and be able to prepare them both for the inevitable shitshow.

Danny shrugged, “Probably best to go to my place anyway; I stole a bunch of tech from my parents and it’s way easier to explain everything with some visual examples.”

Jason arched a brow, “What kind of tech?”

Danny’s grin was down right devilish as he transformed once more with a flash of light and held out an inviting hand as he floated a few feet away from the ledge, “How do you feel about going ghost hunting?”

Jason had a sudden feeling that Danny was going to be the death of him, but, strangley, the thought wasn’t nearly as frightening as it should have been. Maybe Danny was onto something when he said dying once really put things into persepctive. After all, there were much worse ways to go.

He confidently stepped onto the ledge and grabbed the offered hand tightly, “Bring it on, Ghost King.”

#lol here it is finally! i don’t have any more written for it but that may change if Lady Inspiration blesses me #i have a general outline of the lead up to this and what comes next but it will probably stay a drabble rather than an actual fic #anyways i hope you enoyed :) <3 #dpxdc #dpxdc dead on main #dead on main #dpxdc drabble #dead on main drabble #vee’s dpxdc writing #vee’s dpxdc drabbles #vee’s drabbles #vee’s writing

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Tickle Fight. m.sturniolo x reader

when you go over to your best friends house expecting to just sit around and watch TV when all of the sudden giggles erupt from y/n and no one knows why. well someone does...

codes:

y/n=your name

y/n/n= your nickname

y/m/n= your middle name

y/l/n=your last name

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You're sitting on the couch at the triplets house debating on what to watch. "We should watch a romance movie!" you say with confidence.

"Hell no!" Chris shoots back quickly.

"Yeah, I have to agree with him on this one y/n/n" Matt says.

"What do you say Nick?" You ask the boy sitting next to you curled up under a blanket.

"I really don't care just pick something you all agree on." He says rolling his eyes at the three of you fighting over the remote.

"You're really not helping you know that?" Matt adds on to the conversation.

You guys finally decided to watch a Disney movie. After getting some popcorn and drinks you sit back on the couch this time closer to Matt. You have always found Matt more attractive then Chris you would never make a move on him because he's one of your best friends. "Can I have some?" Matt's voice rips you out of your thoughts.

"Sure." You tilt the popcorn over so he can reach his hand into the bowl.

He scoots closer to you and you feel your thighs touch. This sends a shiver down your spine. As he goes to grab the popcorn he thanks you and looks back at the TV. You're thinking about how his lips would feel on yours, is he a good kisser, what would he be like in bed, NO stop thinking about this y/n this is your best friend you're sitting next to.

Suddenly the popcorn is taken from your hands and you feel fingers on your waist. Oh No, you think. Suddenly the fingers start moving, tickling you. Who is tickling me you think to yourself. You look down to see Matt's hands on your side. You try your best to not laugh and interrupt the movie but you cant.

"Matt stop!" you say giggling and trying to move away from him but he just pulls you closer still tickling you. Nick and Chris are now looking at you two instead of the movie playing on the TV.

"M-Matt!" you say still laughing trying to get him to stop.

"What's wrong?" Matt asks with a smirk on his face. His brothers are still watching the moment.

Once Matt stops tickling you, you run to the bathroom still gigging a bit, about to pee your pants. Once your done doing your thing, you go to step back in the living room when you hear talking, whispering really.

"When I said make a move on her I didn't mean to tickle her till she was about to pee her pants." You hear Chris say to Matt.

"Yeah dude that was a lot, and that's coming from me." Nick says

"I just thought it was cute, I didn't realize she had so much to drink." Matt says now feeling slightly embarrassed at the fact he could of just grabbed your hand.

You're now walking back into the living room and the boys go silent. You walk over to Matt and sit down right next to him. You look around at the boy who is too quiet, them not knowing that you know what was just being talked about in the room.

You lean over to Matt and put your head on his shoulder. Feeling him tense up when you do this you pick your head up a laugh. Now the boys are looking at you concerned, wondering why you are laughing all of the sudden.

"I heard you guys talking..." You trail off.

"WhAT!?" Matt ask now turning red. Him knowing that you know what that was all about makes him get up and walk off to his room, his head in his hands.

"Sooooo..." Chris starts. "You going to go talk to him or what? we have been egging him on to make a move for months now."

"Ok. Ill be back, don't miss me too much" you say with a smile on your face.

Once you reach Matt's room you knock on the door. He opens it still red from not too long ago. He steps aside so you can walk in. You go to sit on his gaming chair as he sits across from you on the end of his bed.

"So..." You start. "I-" You're trying to get out that you feel the same way when all of the sudden he stands up and kisses you. At first you're shocked but seconds after you start to kiss back.

When you pull away from the kiss you see Matt looking back at you with the biggest smile on his face. "I really like you Matt." You tell him. His smile grows at these words.

"I really like you to y/n" He tells you.

"I can tell silly"

His cheeks blush more from the nickname you just gave him out of the blue. "Silly?" He questions.

"Yup! Your silly"

Smiling he pulls you into a hug and you gratefully accept this embrace. Humming into his chest as he holds you close. The moments is soon ruined as Nick and Chris loudly open the door cheering for their brother.

Turning to face them you roll your eyes at the silliness coming from them. They run over to Matt giving him high fives and congratulating him. They then come over and smother you in warnings and saying that you should run now while you can and other goofy things.

Once Nick and Chris leave the room it is just you and Matt again. "So what now?" You ask kinda scared on what he is going to say.

"Well we both like each other, right?"

"Right."

"Sooo..." He pauses for a second. "Will you y/n y/m/n y/l/n be my girlfriend?" He ask with a small smile turning more red with each word he says.

"ABSOLUTELY!" You say, well scream basically. "Yes, Yes, Yes! A million times yes!" throwing your arms around his neck kissing him again this time you caught him by surprise.

After a while you guys enter back into the living room holding hands. Nick and Chris hoot and whistle at you two as you sit back on the couch with now pink cheeks.

This night ended better than you could have thought when you first walked into their home. It started with an argument over something stupid. But somehow it ended in the best way ever. You and Matt are now dating and cuddling on the couch as you start a romance movie you've been dying to watch.

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AN: I was going to make this with them all tickling y/n but ended up changing it was I was writing, it just felt right making y/n end up with Matt in the end.

#matt sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo

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gingerjunhan · 4 months

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boyfriend headcannons - lee jooyeon

☆彡 the long awaited end of this sweet little series is finally here!! I hope you all enjoyed! :) 🩷

word count: 633 | pronouns used: none | genre: fluff, established relationship | cws: swearing, all caps, not proofread, lmk if something is missing!

← previous member

it’s time for our sillies little boyfie

omg okay where do I begin

he holds your hand all the time

out in public, in bed while cuddling, under the dinner table like you’re in middle school-

he wants you close at all times

he loves you so so so sooooo much

I am the queen of the Jooyeon clingy boyfriend agenda

he LOVES PDA

okay- in reality he love what you’re comfortable with- but still

he loves being able to show you off!

you’re his! he’s dating you! he can’t believe it!!!

once he gets comfortable the pet names are… oh boy

the type of cringe you would expect from Gunil tbh

“baby”

“bubs”

“SWEET PEA” 🥹

“pookie”

“pumpkin” on rare occasions

he likes to have fun with them

you would probably make most of your plans bc have you seen the way this man uses bubble?

he will not answer your damn phone calls!

(but he means well I swear)

the selfies you get from this man are either killer or hilarious

it’s like,, a Seungmin level fit check or a .5 image where it looks like he’s looking both directions at once 💀

but it’s okay bc you love him for it obvi 🫶🏻

speaking of loving him, Jooyeon strikes me as another member of xh that your younger siblings or cousins would love

NAHH YOU KNOW WHO WOULD LOVE HIM??

YOUR GRANDMA!!!!

children find him funny and old people find him charming and endearing

they would totally say you’re dating a prince lol

please play with his hair

I feel like he would love it

he lowkey loves it when you baby him?

like, eat the vegetables off of his plate and tell him how cute he is and he’ll eat that shit up

he is constantly singing

he makes songs up about what he does during the day

he’ll randomly hit you with the, “earlier today I was 🎶washing the dishes🎶 and I almost broke a plate.”

I feel like one of his go-to gifts would be plushies?

it’s your birthday? plushie

valentine’s day? here’s a little guy

and he forces you to name them all

sometimes he comes up with the names before he even gives them to you

“Here you go!” *hands you a plushie* “This is Bart.”

he is so amazed by you all the time

he truly idolizes you and the way you carry yourself and treat people

you aren’t afraid to be a little weird or different and he would love it!!

he would write songs for you :(

he would write songs about you :,(

I think it would be sooooo easy to fluster him

“You look very pretty today Jooyeon.” he’s red as can be

but don’t worry because he can dish it out just as well as he can take it

hot take: I bet Jooyeon secretly has rizz

it doesn’t happen often, but every now and then he hits you with a really good one-liner that honestly leaves you at a loss for words

he loves cuddle sessions :( my sweet, clingy boy

very excitable!

you could suggest watching paint dry as a date idea and he would be vibrating with excitement

loves loves loooves when you wear his clothes ESPECIALLY out in public!

it’s like your little way of showing people you’re taken

he would melt of you ever referred to him as, “my boyfriend” to someone in public like-

‼️ that’s him ‼️

he’s a ball of sunshine when he’s around you, but he also knows when to dial it back and be more serious as well

the duality to this man comes into play with more than just his stage presence!

overall, Jooyeon never stops smiling when he’s with you because he constantly has something to be thankful for 🩷

taglist: @dazzlingligth , @mini-mews , @mxlly143 , @somethingaboutcheese , comment to be added!⁎⁺˳✧༚

#xdinary heroes x reader #xdinary heroes imagine #xdh x reader #xdh imagines #xdh fluff #jooyeon x reader

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kassiekole22 · 20 days

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Joy Ride

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Pairing: Brian O'Conner X Fem!Reader

Description: Brian finds you walking home late one night and offers you a ride, which turns into a night-long joy ride around Miami.

Warnings: Fluff, Speeding, Friends Or Future Lovers? (You Decide)

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: Sooooo, I watched 2 Fast 2 Furious for the first time a around a month ago and this guy has been on my mind ever since. I have always really loved Paul Walker so this was bound to happen eventually. 😂 I don't know if I plan to write more for him or if this will just be a one time thing, but I have been working on this fic for quite some time now and I'm happy to finally be posting it. More to come from other beloved characters soon! Enjoy the fic and if you want more Brian O'Conner fics in the future, let me know in the comments or inbox! 🖤 (Also did any of you get the reference in the name? 👀)

Main MasterList: 🖤

Kassie's Angels: @mornandil, @lorebite.

(If you want to be added to the taglist, let me know in the comments! 🖤)

𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐

2002

The air is pretty cool for a night in Miami, but I don't mind. I walk with my hands in the pockets of my hoodie, protecting them from the slight chill. It's nothing too intense, but I haven't been used to being in cooler temperatures for awhile now.

I walk quickly down the sidewalk as a few cars pass from time to time. The sounds of their engines make my fingers and feet tingle a little, my body missing the feeling of the steering wheel gripped in my fingers and the gas pedal under my foot.

I wrecked pretty badly during my last race, resulting in my car becoming too banged up to drive. Most street racers have other cars to fall back on. Unfortunately for me, my girl was all I had. Now I'm left to walk on foot until I can get enough money to fix her.

The ambiance in the street is pretty calm until I hear the familiar rumble of a very specific engine approaching my side. To my surprise, that iconic silver and blue Nissan Skyline pulls up, slowing down to drive at my walking speed. But the slick paint job or glowing underbody isn't what makes it difficult to look away. The driver is none other than the man who beat me in my last race, Brian O'Conner.

I'm met with a kind smile as he rolls down his windows, his bright blue eyes glancing up at me from the shadows of the interior. There is just something about that man that draws me in. I could never tell what exactly it was, but it pulled me in his direction like a bee to a flower every time I was in the same location as him.

"Ey, need a ride?" He queries in a rasied voice, nearly shouting over the Skyline's growl.

Though it's tempting, I don't want to throw a wrench in any plans he may have. Knowing him, he has another street race or date to get to at this hour. So, despite the aching pain in my feet that is screaming in protest, I respond casually, "Nah, man. I'm good. Home's not too far away anyway, y'know?"

Even though it wouldn't take him too long, it would be pretty pointless to drive only a couple blocks anyway. He takes a mere second to let my words sink in and find an answer, his eyes hopeful as they are taken off the road and landing on me once more.

"We don't gotta take you home. The night's still—" He checks his watch, and his eyes widen slightly as he realizes the time. "—Well, middle-aged, but that don't gotta stop the fun."

I can't contain a faint chuckle at his dumb joke, rolling my eyes as I do so. The next thing I know, my feet are subconsciously coming to a stop, and he gently lays on the brakes. His car is also stopping right beside where I now stand, but the engine still purrs softly to alert all of its consciousness.

"Ah, c'mon, girl. Let's live a little, eh?" He flashes me that dangerous half-smirk that beckons me forward into mischief. It now dawns on me that he might not have the intention of taking me home, which is intriguing in a way.

I contemplate my options for a moment. The only thing waiting for me at home is a couple bottles of beer and some cold pizza left in the fridge from the night prior. It seems like I've been spending most of my time alone lately. Maybe it would be good to spend some time in good company.

"Alright," I give in with a subtle but still noticeable sigh, backing down in my mental debate.

He reaches across and opens the passenger door for me as I round the car, its headlights illuminating me for a brief moment as I cross in front of the bumper before hoping into the seat offered to me. It felt weird being in the left seat and not having a steering wheel before me. I could never get used to those foreign imported cars.

But regardless, it sure is a beauty. The leather interior smells oddly fresh and calming, with a faint hint of exhaust filtering through the open windows. It's clear he just cleaned her up. Brian was always the type to take care of his rides.

I pull the seatbelt across my chest and lock it in securely, mentally preparing myself for the wild ride I know damn well he is about to take me on. He looks at me and flashes me that cocky yet proud smile as he revvs the engine for only a moment before taking off into the night.

With windows down and speed carrying us, I feel like I'm floating on air. The soft breeze I felt only moments ago is now a fast wind in my hair, and the soft ambiance of the nightlife in Miami is now disturbed by a machine growl.

I glance over at him, and it's as if time slows for just a minute as I take in how happy he is. He's a simple man. He doesn't need the fancy things in life, just a fast car to make the corners of his lips part into that iconic grin I have grown to love.

"Wanna get fuckin' nuts?" He asks me, his voice taking me out of my thoughts and putting me back into reality. That's when I notice that mischievous look in his ocean blue eyes, their pupils blown wide with adrenaline.

Hm... Blue and full of adrenaline, like the blood pumping in our veins.

"What?" I blurt out, not fully comprehending what he is asking, until my gaze wanders down to where his thumbs hovers over the nitro buttons.

I look at the road ahead, seeing that it is completely barren of all life, and I can't help but smirk at the thought of what he is suggesting. It's a dangerous game—playing with speed in such a way—but a thrilling one, for sure.

Taking my eyes off the road ahead to look back at him, I notice the hopeful glint once again in his eyes, only pushing my thought process toward wanting to comply. So without a second breath, I cheer, "Fuck yeah!"

With a simple click of two buttons at once, we are off like a rocket in space. Suddenly, the street lights look like comets, and the lines on the road are just blurs of colors. It's oddly beautiful in a way, and I marvel at how it ignites my soul with such a unique feeling, which I can't possibly seek from anything else. My fingers dig into the sides of my seat as my heart pounds against my ribcage like thunder, both overwhelmed but thirsty for more of this intoxicating rush.

Though Brian only lets this last for a moment, just seconds passed that will remain with me for an eternity. We laugh as the car slows to a semi-normal speed again. My smile is so wide, I can feel my face begin to hurt.

But I don't care. I am just so high on the thrill that my mind is lost in a cloudy space of euphoria. It's crazy how the night went from a quiet walk home to taking a joy ride with one of my rivals, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

Once our laughter dies down, the soft purr of the engine is the only thing heard yet again as we both seemingly get lost in our own thoughts. What is he thinking? I wish I knew. The only thing on my mind is how happy I am. It isn't until a couple minutes later that he speaks his mind, taking a deep breath before his lips finally form the words he has been pondering.

"We should do this more often," he suggests in that nonchalant tone he carries quite regularly for someone with such excitement in his life. "Y'know, hang out outside the racing world? You're a cool girl."

I can't repress how my smile softens for a moment at his words as my eyes flick over in his direction while a million responses filter through my mind. This guy is a legend—a local celebrity, if you will. To have this opportunity is an honor. However, I don't necessarily get the vibe of entitlement from him. Instead, his atmosphere reflects something else—something friendly and inviting.

"And you're a cool guy. I'd love to hang with you more often." I reply, trying to sound chill but coming off way more sincere than intended. Though he doesn't seem to mind, in fact, he seems to be pleased with my response.

The next thing I know, he is pulling into a public beach. Its sands are abandoned by any human life due to the lateness of time, though the footprints of the visitors that day still remain like ghosts of the past, their memories carved in the sand until they get washed away by the waves.

He locks the car in park, unhooks his seatbelt, and gets out. I watch through the windshield as he rounds the side of it to rest back on the hood. My eyes study him as he lifts himself to sit on the hood, not once looking back to see if I leave the car as well. It's almost as if he expects me to.

So to fulfill his silent expectations, I swing my door open and hop out after freeing myself from my seatbelt, nearly stumbling as the ground is unexpectedly unsteady where I stand. My feet sink into the sand, and I'm grateful I chose to wear boots tonight over anything else.

Once out of my sticky situation, I take a moment to appreciate the freshness in the air—the sweet smell of the ocean before me for just a second. After approaching him, I rest beside him on the hood, watching the waves crash before us. It reminds me that life is quite like the sea. It's unpredictable, a little scary at times, but beautiful in many unique ways. I release a soft breath, my body relaxing in this calming moment.

"I remember the first time I saw you pull up in that black Trans Am to the race. Fuckin' engine and bass on your stereo roaring over the sound of the crowd." He chuckles while he reminisces about old memories.

"Buni," I correct him as I smile fondly, thinking about the beauty that's currently under a tarp in my garage, just waiting to be repaired and set free on the road once again.

"Yeah, Buni." He parrots me in an almost teasing way. I know he finds the fact that I named my car ridiculous, but I can see it in his eyes that it amuses him all the same. "You're something else, (L/N). A damn good racer, though."

My heart flutters at the compliment, and I feel my cheeks heat up with this familiar warmth that only he ignites in me best. The soft breeze blows through my hair as I think of a reply, running through my strains like an angel's fingertips. But it's not the breeze nor the location that has me in such a calm and joyful state.

I continue to study him—the way his blonde curls blow in the breeze, the corners of his lips turning up ever so slightly to show his contentment, his biceps flexing ever so slightly as he crosses his arms over his chest. It amazes me how all the different shades of blue in his iris reflect the scene before us. It's like I could literally drown in them each time I gaze into them to admire their beauty.

"Yeah? You and your Skyline ain't so bad either." I finally quip with a small bit of sarcasm dripping from my tone after forcing myself out of where my mind has disappeared to for a short time. He smiles softly at my words, because it's evident how I really feel about him. He knows, and I know that, but I don't really care anymore.

We talk until sunrise and watch as the black sky fades into orange and pink, blending with the stars to make them barely visible. Though they are out of sight, I know they still shine brightly above us, like angels waiting for us in heaven. It's quite special—maybe even magical.

The sea reflects the morning sun as it rises from the horizon, its golden rays shining upon us as we remain on the hood of the car. It's just us out here in our own little world. If I learned anything from last night, it's not the place that makes a moment special, but the person you share it with.

I don't know where this road will take us. I know it will be a long one—with plenty of traffic and bumps ahead—but the ride will be an enjoyable one with a new friend in the seat next to me as we speed through it all. And if we happen to get separated some point along the way, I know in my heart that I'll see him again.

𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐

#2 fast 2 furious #brian o'conner #brian o'conner x reader #KassieBrianOConnerFanFics

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chewing-drywall · 3 months

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METALOCALYPSE HEADCANNONS

(Part 1/??)

Buckle in yall this will be a long ass post

TOKI WARTOOTH

Earlyklok! Toki

-the most sincerely homophobic in the beginning. You don't just get raised the way he's been and not have some WILD ass beliefs about the world, he eventually unlearns it but being surrounded by dude bros who constantly call things gay as an insult and his tendency to take things litterally DONT help. And it's not like active hate or anything it's just getting raised that gay people are sinners and are gonna burn in hell is definitely a topic you gotta make an effort to unlearn.

-seeing two girls kissing on the streets of florida for the first time??? SHOCKED, litterally did a full head swivel to check if anyone else had seen it and imploded when no one seemed to be as surprised at he was

-Doesnt really even understand why the rest of the band likes casual sex so much, it feels good but at first he thought it was strange there were all of these girl fawning over a him, a technical stranger, and he just goes along with it.

- got his ears pierced about 4 months into earlyklok sitting on the ledge of their shared apartments crusty bathtub

they were all packed into the tiny bathroom, talking over eachother, the room thick with weed smoke, skwisgaar perched over him in the bathtub holding his head straight

pickles did it with a safety pin and an icecube, joint hanging off his lips as he squinted in concentration

Toki didn't flinch, didn't even stop talking to Nathan about the newest Cannibal corpse album that Nathan wanted to buy a cd of

He liked the feeling of skwisgaars hands engulfing his face, it was a touch that wasn't cruel. Plus knowing that the best guitarist he's ever heard in his whole life hands were soft was a fact that he's gonna ingrain into his head.

Murderface and Nathan actually looked mildly concerned at tokis complete lack of reaction

- the kid will offhandedly say really cryptic shit, through broken English and weird reactions to what they think is normal stuff. the band gets the gist that they'd have to be a hell of a lot drunker to handle his truth (toki: oh don't worry I'm used to the dark! :), everyone else:👀)

-got a lip piercing but didn't take care of it properly, so of course it got infected and had to be taken out

-this is when he starts age regressing but doesn't realize he's doing it,

-he'd watch a kids cartoon in complete silence until the season ends and it's the only way to keep him completely still and quiet

-is attracted to bright and colorful things even if it gets him made fun off by the guys, secretly LOVES Lisa frank art

Regular adult toki

-AUTISM AUTISM AUTISM

HATES tables that aren't clean, when it's noticeably sticky or there's crumbs that stick to his arms when he leans on the table

-same with the feeling of spilt beer, has gotten used to it over the years but the feeling of dried sticky beer still has his skin crawling

-has drunken bong water as a dare (all of them have as some point but still)

-has also smoked weed through his nose (again on a dare)!

-if you look really close into his eyes, his eyes go so light blue it looks pale yellow

-very very kind and pretty eyes, the downwards slope of them make him look sad with a neutral face

-LONG AND THICK EYELASHES

-works out mostly regularly to keep his shape, he gets too energetic for the others to handle so it's a good way to blow off some steam

-Likes the idea of wearing feminine stuff, skirts seem sooooo comfortable but doesn't wear them cause yknow the teasing would be absolutely relentless

-medium thickness chewed on lips, does it mindlessly

-knows hes capable of incredible violence, the band is also very aware and whenever he gets legitimately pissed off during a argument (like a genuine, seriously bad argument) they'll usually just back off and wait to bring it up later when toki doesn't look like he's three seconds away from curbstomping them

-FAT crush on Nathan but for some reason gets really shy around it??

-Nathan will compliment him and toki will deadass write with a fluffy pink huge glittery pink pen in an equally pink journal kicking his legs and giggling

*Nathan told me when I got that chord I kept fucking up correct that he could *see me improving* EEEEE he's soooo big He could throw me Like a football

-fond of murderface, knows people deal with their own shit in diffrent ways so he doesn't take his insults to heart (usually)

-relationship with skiwsgaar is. Weird.

I'll probably get into it on another post but it's SO complicated like. Were both emotionally constipated around eachother, our relationship used to be so kind and gentle skiwsgaar was tokis mentor and wanted to see him grow but has such anxeity around toki surpassing him he purposely beats him down; and toki doesn't have the work ethic or drive to truly get to thay level and it impedes the progress of the band. But engages with this weird rivalry thats also a form of love and respect like. Your the only one I could ever be worried about being better than me and I've watched you grow so much and I don't know how to express that properly YADDA YADDA YADDA

-loves pickles very much, he was the most welcoming in the beginning and always made a space for him at the table, later on a shoulder to cry on.

#metalocalypse #toki wartooth #dethklok

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sunshinecherry · 10 months

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hi!! happy to be your first anon!! One of my fav things abt my account is that i used to have a ton of anons to chat with when i was writing!!

what u wrote abt tae was 👩‍🍳😚

here’s another thought, a little less nsfw. since u mentioned it in ur reply to me, i think tae would LOVE having his s/o in his lap. Like again w the pda thing once he’s home it doesn’t matter what they’re doing. Eating? Put your feet in his lap from across the table. Watching a show or movie? They’re sitting sideways with their legs on his lap and hes running his hand from thigh to calf. Laying in bed? His legs are spread and they’re sitting with their back to his chest in between his legs. And guess what? THAT POSITION GIVES HIM THE PERFECT ANGLE TO REACH HIS ARMS AROUND TO PLAY WITH THEIR BOOBS.

-🐙

hi anon!!! this is ana absolutely amazing idea and i'm so so sorry that it's taken me sooooo long to answer. i wanted to write something for this because it's so cute but i had zero motivation whatsoever. i hope this somewhat lives up to your expectations!! i love your brain anonie and thank you so much for your thoughts, this makes me so giddy!!!

my account is nsfw, minors please do not interact!

... warnings !? fem reader, taehyun is super clingy here, boob touching

your legs are currently resting on taehyun's thighs from the way you're settled on the sofa together, his hand lightly carressing your calf as the both of you focus on your show. when taehyun came home earlier that day, you could tell that work was a lot tougher on him than usual. and as soon as he started clinging to your side, moving your feet to lay in his lap as you ate dinner before finally settling in your current position, you decided to clear your schedule for the rest of the day. taehyun wasn't a big fan of public affection but he was an absolute sucker for your attention when nobody else was around. so now, when the tv turns dark and the credits start to roll; when you grab the remote and power it off, it's not surprise when taehyun whines at the loss of contact when you move yourself off of the sofa and instead take his hand and lead the both of you to your bedroom. he's following you so closely, almost tripping over his own feet when you stop in front of the door. he knows it's a bit silly, to not want to be away from you even for a moment, but he'd been away from you all day, isn't his behaviour justified? and taehyun practically melts when he sees you making your way towards the bed after you've washed up. "you've had a tough day, baby, go clean up first today, okay?" you told him, so when you climb onto the bed and spread his legs, only enough to slot yourself between them in the perfect way for a cuddle, he is reduced to all but a puddle of softness for you. his arms circle your waist, pulling your back against his chest, kissing the top of your head and, so slowly that you almost don't realise, his hands make their way up to play with your tits. god, he loves having you this close to him, especially when he hears the soft exhale past your lips when his finger brushes against your nipple. he feels a lot better already.~

... taglist !? @zadkielr @banggyu0308 i thought you might like to be tagged

#¿¡ sunshinecherry !?#¿¡ sunshine.txt !?#[🐙] anonie !?#taehyun #kang taehyun #taehyun smut #txt smut

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aerodaltonimperial · 7 months

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May I please get Hook attempting to show affection and failing miserably? ie -attempting physical affection and punching/headbutting someone at normal strength instead of at joke strength because he didn't know you're supposed to hold back or hugging/holding onto a handshake for inappropriately long bc he has no idea how those work or what the cues are -gift giving and having his brain absolutely combust when the other person does not like chips, as eating snacks together is his #1 way of being a buddy and he has NO idea where to go without that option -trying really really really hard to hold a conversation and accidentally coming off as annoying or brainless -puts his all into assuring someone with compliments and accidentally backhandedly insults them instead

All of these just being spitballs off the top of my head, no need to stick to any of them. Preferably Besties but really it would be fun with anyone he's ever associated with. Just him trying so so sooooo hard because he is so full of love and being doomed hilariously (but obviously still loved back despite that)

(When I got this last night I was like HILARIOUS but I couldn't get to it until today and today my brain woke up going no funny only feels so.... oops 🧡🤜🤛💚)

When he was in first grade, a group of boys at school always played together during recess: silly kid games, full of superheroes and bad guys and flying and, inexplicably, sheep, and Hook spent a few days watching them zoom around the blacktop before he decided he wanted to join. He went in halfway through, knocked one of them down onto the gravel, and then asked the rest where the superhero operations base was.

"You can't just barge in here!" One of them shrieked, offended. "You can't just come in and decide we are friends!"

Hook hadn't tried to do that again. And he hadn't thought about that disastrous attempt in quite some time. But when he saw Jack Perry getting jumped by the Firm, he barged out without thinking, like he had that day on the playground. He barreled into the bad guys, and then he stuck his hand out for Jack to take, a slightly updates version of his 6-year-old self's instinctive attempt to forget friendship.

Jack's eyes had lit up. He'd taken Hook’s hand. And even later, backstage, when Hook expected him to push Hook away again, he hadn't done it. He hadn't told Hook that Hook can't just decide they are friends through physical force. Instead, he stuck close and sat next to Hook while getting checked by medical.

And Hook thought: oh. Maybe we are friends, now.

In fourth grade, Hook had one friend who lived down the street, because that's the way childhood friendships worked: location. They would ride bikes and play with action figures and sit in Hook’s basement playing Playstation games, and it was an easy camaraderie because they had a lot of the same interests and followed the same baseball team. Then his friend's grandfather died, and all the other kids at school got some gifts, since everyone knew how close they had been.

He got baseball cards and a t-shirt and a limited edition comic book, and then, when Hook handed him a bag of chips, everyone around them had burst into laughter.

"Seriously?" One of them said. "His grandpa died and you're giving him chips?"

Hook doesn't say that they always eat chips together, and it makes Hook happy, so he assumed that it made his friend happy, too. He doesn't say that he had thought this would bring comfort and familiarity when his friend needed something. He just left. And they stopped playing together after that.

After he fishes Jack out of the dumpster, they sit backstage. Hook pulls a bag of chips out of his backpack and offers it without thinking; he doesn't make a connection that maybe chips won't help after being attacked and humiliated. He doesn't think about Jack not liking the chips. He just knows that if he were sitting there, feeling low, he would want something to offer a burst of serotonin. He panics with the bag outstretched between them.

Jack smiles, genuine. He takes the bag. "Oh. Hey, thanks. Man, I was really hungry. And I love these."

They sit side by side as Jack chomps on the Doritos, and Hook's chest feels warm.

In high school, Hook played lacrosse. They made it to state, lost, and then the next year, made it again. The second time, they won. They worked all season and trained until they could hardly breathe, and they won. Hook was so overcome, so excited, and bursting with gratitude and affection for his teammates. He threw his arms around his closest friend on the team and hugged him tight enough to steal both their breath away.

He'd been pushed away, rather abruptly. "Dude, what the fuck," his friend had laughed, kind of tinny. Uncomfortable. "You're so touchy-feely."

Hook hadn't thought that he was; he thought it was natural to reach out, to seek warmth, to desire a physical contact with people he liked. After that, he hung back. Didn't offer anything more than a fist bump, because people didn't take it the same way, as simply the instinctive wish to make meaningful contact. It sucked, but he adapted.

Until the tag match against LFI, when Hook ends up covered in Preston Vance's blood. When he stumbles his way back to the center of the ring after throwing the man around in the stands, with crimson coating his hair. They've won, but Hook knows he has to look a fright.

Jack moves in, and Hook does, too, without thinking. They hug, just like that, between the ropes, and it’s so fucking nice. Jack ducks his head out of the hard cam line and asks, near Hook's ear, frantic, "You okay? You hurt?"

"I'm okay," Hook says. He reaches again, twice, just to prove that Jack is also okay, that he's still solid and steady and warm. That they won. That the excitement bubbling up through Hook’s chest is real. And Jack doesn't push him away. Jack's arms go around him each time, just as eager. Just as determined to claw out that physical closeness in the wake of an impressive victory.

They used to tell him that he was overwhelming. That his texts about everything and nothing, all the time, were too much. That he needs to have 10 good friends instead of one best friend, so he isn't so intense all the time, so weirdly possessive over his friendships. Hook doesn't hate everyone. He's not trying to be stand-offish. It's just that the only way he knows how to be a friend is to be everything, all the time, at maximum level.

Maybe Hook is a little different. Maybe he's a little bit odd, just a hair off from the rest. Maybe his idea of friendship doesn't match up with everyone else. But maybe it was always just a matter of finding someone on the same wavelength.

After that match, they sit shoulder to shoulder on Jack’s hotel bed, freshly showered. They've got a movie on. Jack has leaned over against Hook’s hoodie; his warmth is comfortable. Hook lets his head fall against Jack’s hair. Maybe Hook really is weirdly intense when it comes to friendships, but hey: turns out, Jack is just as fucking weird about it. When Hook sends 12 texts in a row, Jack responds to every single one of them.

"Haha," Jack laughs, popping a Cheeto into his mouth. Hook can feel the laughter rumbling through both their skin. "Think he's gonna regret sparing that guy's life?"

Almost assuredly. "Hey," Hook says, apropos of nothing, just because the emotion is swelling in his chest. "You're my best friend."

"Duh," Jack replies, like it's obvious. "You're mine, too."

#tag so you don't lose this shit #heel turn? i don't know her

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totally-not-your-babe · 12 days

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Quiet Nights

A/N: Sooooo @elainecreations made and interesting TikTok video and I just couldn't go about my day without writing something for it. (Also I needed some distraction of the TBB finale because I'm still a bit unwell and in denial, I still think it's not over yet for our copy paste boys.) It didn't really turned out as I first wanted it to turn out, but it just ran away with itself so it got way longer than I was planning it to be.

Warning(s): a little angst, Kaminoans being... Kaminoans, Mamma Ti being the absolute best

Word count: 1559

Tipoca City, Kamino, 22 BBY - 162 days after the Battle of Geonosis

The rain was pouring down relentlessly, more and more raindrops knocking incessantly on the spotlessly clear glass, as if they would never stop. The long, seemingly never-ending corridor was only just barely lit at night, but it was still disturbingly white and sterile. Not an environment in which one child, or millions, should have grown up. For all its flaws and strict rules, even the Jedi temple exuded a kind of warmth and security that helped the young Padavans feel like children at times, if only a little, in the midst of all the training and practice. This was not possible on Kamino. These poor boys are just have been born - or rather torn from their capsules by the not-so-gentle hands of the Kaminoans - and the first thing they see is an uncomfortable whiteness that never changes, never brings comfort, never offers gentleness or peace.

It was in the midst of these and similar thoughts that Shaak-Ti walked through the bright, yet depressingly white corridors. Everything was so similar. It had been weeks since the Jedi Council had assigned her the task of overseeing the training of young clones in Tipoca City, but even with the Force's help she sometimes struggled to navigate the snow-white walls and almost disturbingly clear glass.

"Wrecker, don't do it, you know it won't end well." came a low but forceful whisper from behind one of the doors. It was the voice of a child, albeit not a small child, but certainly not an adult. So she was in the cadets' barracks.

"But she took her. One of the long-necks took her away and won't bring her back." The complaining voice replied. Was he crying? Shaak-Ti stopped for a moment and reached out with the force. From the owner of the last voice, came feelings so sad that even the Jedi Master's eyes welled with tears.

"We'll get her back Wrecker, don't worry! Try to sleep!" came a third voice. Shaak-Ti could tell that it was a third little cadet and not the first to speak, she just knew.

"Can't without Lula." Sniffed the cadet who went by the name Wrecker. "What… what if the long-necks hurt her?"

"You mean ruined or thrown out?" asked a fourth voice.

"Tech!" the third thundered loudly.

"Thrown out?" yelled Wrecker. Shaak-Ti was hit by another wave of emotions, fear, bitterness, sadness, all crowned with anger. She heard the clatter of footsteps, then the door opened and she saw the owner of the voices. Three of them were trying to hold down their fourth companion, who was at least a head taller than they were. Shaak-Ti thought that if he had seen one cadet he had seen them all, for they were all clones, but these boys were different. One of them had grey tufts of hair standing out in all directions in the wind rose - must have been in his bed minutes before - one of them had curly locks - the one with glasses - a lighter colour than the other clones, the third, slightly shorter than the others, had long locks of hair flying back and forth as he tried to hold his brother down.

"Wrecker don't do it! Go back to bed!"

"Hunter!" the one with the goggles nudged the Long-Haired One when he saw the Jedi Master. All four of them seemed to freeze. The Jedi was sure they hadn't even taken a breath for a few seconds, then in a split second the three of them exchanged quick glances and the next moment the grey-haired one and the one with glasses pulled their larger companion back into the barracks.

"Sorry General, it won't happen again." said the boy, whom Shaak-Ti identified as Hunter, saluting. He was about to turn back to follow his brothers, but the Jedi Master gently placed a hand on his shoulder. "General?"

"Who is Lula." Ti doubted it was some kind of pet, the Kaminoans strictly forbid anything like that.

"Lula is Wrecker's tooka doll, he got it from 99 because he couldn't sleep. Today one of the long… doctors came in and when they saw her they took her away. They said we clones don't need anything like that." Shaak-Ti didn't answer, just nodded slowly and let the young boy go - he looked 16 or 17, so he was only eight at best. Before the door slid into place, the Jedi heard the three of them trying to calm their brother, who was sniffling heartbreakingly.

They can't even have toys - she thought sadly.

She stood outside the boys' room for a few more moments, then kept walking, now listening intently. The next two rooms were dead silent, almost nothing coming out, and Shaak-Ti had to concentrate hard if she wanted to hear the young cadets breathing. From the third barrack, however, she heard whispering again.

"If they come in to do a check up and see the lights on, we'll be in big trouble…"

"But…" began another, more timid voice, even less audible than his companion.

"No but CT-5509. You can get decommisioned for that!"

"But I'm scared." whimpered the other and Shaak-Ti could feel her heart breaking for him. Decommisioned for being scared in the dark? The Kaminoans truly had no heart at all?

"I know vod'ika, but I'm here, and I won't let anything bad happen to you." Vod'ika. Little brother. No matter what the Kaminoans said, they weren't just soldiers, they weren't just clones, they were human beings. They were brothers. They felt and cared for each other, there was no training or fear form punishment that could kill it out of them.

Loud humming filled the quiet corridors of the cadet barracks. With any other tune it would have been bloodcurdlingly terrifying, but that one tune was like warmth, tenderness, and care all in one. She didn’t even realise she started it; she just did. A tune that’s she thought was long lost in her memories, a tune she heard for the last time before being taken from her world to become a jedi all those years ago. A tune, a song her mother sang to her. She didn’t remember the lines of it, but – for her own surprise – she could still hum it. And so, she did. The little boys in the barracks went quiet, and after a couple of minutes she could feel that even the scared boy was asleep. She continued her walk and never stopped humming. When the song ended, she started again.

She walked the barracks corridor back and forth three times and only returned to her office, when she made sure that all the little cadets were sleeping peacefully. And from then on she did it every single night when she was on Kamino. Sometimes she met some of the long-neck scientist while she was doing it, and they looked at her for a while. Their looks weren’t disapproving, but she felt it coming of off them like the raindrops on the glasses of Kamino. But she didn’t care. She could give some comfort to those little boys before they’ve met the horrors of the training rooms and the war. That’s all that mattered. And she could do some more.

After that night the Jedi Council gave out an order to the Kaminoans to suspend decommissions at all and every cases.

Tipoca City, Kamino, 22 BBY - 163 days after the Battle of Geonosis

Four young boys walked back to their barracks, shouting, and laughing, to get their well-deserved sleep. They were sweaty and dirty, there were even a little blood on all four of them, but they were happy – they completed their mission in the training room, it was hard, and they were sure they would be sore the next day, but they did it. All four of them were happy… Well almost. One of them, even though he had a faint smile on his lips, wasn’t as happy and loud about their success as his brothers.

“Hey Wrecker!” he heard Crosshair’s call out to him and from knowing his vod’ika as well as he did he could hear out a smile in his voice.

“Hm?” he didn’t look up, he just stood at the door still deep in his thoughts.

“Looks like someone escaped the long-necks to get back to you.”

“What?” he looked up at his youngest brother, but he just smiled at him. He than looked at Tech and Hunter, the latest just nodded towards his cot with a wide smile on his face. He turned to his cot and the next moment he felt like something warm exploded in his chest. “Lula!” he darted toward his cot, jumping on it, hugging his tooka doll as close to his chest as he could, but he was still incredibly gentle with it. “Lula.” he repeated a bit quieter still hugging the stuffed toy. "You are back." he whispered as his three brothers sat at the edge of his cot too.

In a shadowy corner of the corridor, a certain togruta Jedi master watched the scene with a faint smile on her face, and then walked away unseen, with barely audible footsteps. Then, after the lights had been turned off, the familiar tune could be heard again.

A/N: I wrote the half of it in Hungarian first and translated it to English after, because for some reason I felt more confident writing this in my language at first and after turning it to English. Don't ask why I have my questionable moments from time to time. Also when it comes to writing sometimes I'm still more confident in Hungarian. Anyway that's why it took longer to post than I wanted it to. But I hope y'all enjoyed it a little.

#shaak ti #clone cadets #kamino #star wars #clone wars #the bad batch #the bad batch wrecker #the bad batch tech #the bad batch hunter #the bad batch crosshair #clone babies

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lesbianwhowrites · 4 months

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Survive - Pt 1

I wanted to do a ATLA series after not writing for so long...! This is more of a introductory less dialogue then I normally do.

(I may or may not delete this..... sooooo)

What would you do to survive? Would you fight or would you hide. What if you could choose?

I was raised right, taught the right things, i was protected and loved. My parents were the very few intertwined families. My father was born fire nation and my mom in the southern water tribe. When they were young, just barley young adults they moved to a small village on the outskirts of the fire nation. My mother had the looks to pull off being fire nation, with the help of my father it was easy to hide her as a non fire nation bender. People trusted my father, he was a general a top ranking one at the that too.

When my parents had me they had many reasons to be concerned, my mother of course wasn't fire nation. Their concerns were quickly washed away as i had come out as much of a stereotypical fire bender could, the only slight difference was my skin being the same tan as my own mothers.

There was no doubt in my parents minds that I was a fire bender. Until I turned 5, my parents decided to go to ember island for a vacation, a day away from the fire nation and a day where my father didn't have to suck up to the fire lord. It was their first time on vacation after having me, so me being scared of the water was bound to happen.

They had gently walked me to the ocean, when suddenly a wave crashed down scaring me, which my parents expected, but what my parents weren't expecting was the water starting to rise up around us. My mother instantly brought the water down and picked me up. My father looked around nobody saw, they were safe. That day was the last day my parents didn't have to worry.

As I grew older I realized that I was different, that I had to hide. I wasn't like the other kids, I wasn't a fire bender. I learned to deal with it, learned to play pretend, my parents taught me that I had to survive no matter what.

One day my mother had decided to visit the water tribe, something she didn't do often because of our circumstances, that day the fire nation attacked killing all the water benders of the southern water tribe. My mother was one of them. I was with my mom that day, I was lucky I looked like I belonged with the fire nation. The soldiers thought I had wondered onto the ship that day and brought me back.

I was afraid of revealing who my father was, I was only 9 at that time, the general on that ship that day had taken me in. I never saw my father again, I'm not sure if he is out there somewhere to this day or if his secrets were found out shortly after I arrived back to the fire nation.

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I sit in the carriage has my dad looked out the window, his face unreadable. "Why does the fire lord wish to see us both?" he looks at me pursing his lips, "I'm thinking a war meeting something like that." I raise an eyebrow ready to ask another question but the carriage comes to a stop at the palace. A guard opens the door as my dad steps out of the carriage he lets out a hand to help me down. The guard nods his head as he leads us to the thrown room where fire Lord Ozai sits with Queen Ursa and their two children. My dad bows down as I quickly follow his lead.

"General Zhao, it's nice to see you." I watch as the fire lord talks, a chill moves throughout my body. My father speaks but I don't hear what he says as i look around the room, fire blaring probably Lord Ozai's own fire. I look back over to the royal family Ursa gently smiles, as the kids look bored as ever.

The fire lord looks down at me, he says something but i don't hear him, my dad looks over at me and slightly smiles, "She'd be more than glad to show off her bending skills." I look over at him surprised, "Y-yes." I slightly smile and present some basic fire bending skills as I was asked too. The fire lord nods and sends us on our way, a guard takes my father into a separate room as I'm led into a playroom of sorts where Princess Azula and Prince Zuko sit, playing away from each other. I gently smile and bow, "Hello..." Azula looks me up and down and goes back to playing dress up, while Zuko smiles and offers a fire nation doll. I smile and play with him.

#azula #azula x fem reader #azula x reader #azula x fem!reader #ATLA #avatar the last airbender #zuko #fanfiction #writing #creative writing #toph #Azula

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chainshipping + monsterfucking (is one of them a werewolf? a freaky demon? an alien? a big fucking tentacle monster? dealer's choice 💚)

ao3 link!

When Lawrence pushed open the door to the bathroom of the apartment, he was squirted in the face with one of Diana’s old bath toys. Luckily, he was used to sudden spurts of water, and had taken off his wool jumper before entering the room.

“Childish,” He reprimanded lightly, mopping the water from his face. “You’re meant to be studying.”

“Studying is fucking boring,” Adam said from the bathtub, so many tentacles erupting from his body that it was hard to work out where he ended and began. “I’m dropping out to be your personal fuck toy.”

Lawrence shook his head, and began to unbutton his shirt. He could feel Adam’s eyes on him, almost turned completely black, like a shark. It made a shiver run down his spine at being stared at, like Adam was about to launch himself from the bathtub and drag Lawrence down into the depths.

“You’re thinking about it,” Adam said, tossing his veterinary study book into the corner of the room, the pages curled from getting wet. “You’re thinking about keeping me in this room forever.”

“It would be inhumane,” Lawrence said, pulling off his shirt and neatly folding it. “You deserve better.”

“I deserve,” Adam said. “To fuck you.”

He grinned at Lawrence, little fangs poking out over his top lip. Lawrence had felt those teeth on his cock only last night, and had been alarmed at how much he’d enjoyed it, Adam choking around his dick as his tentacles spurted roe over Lawrence’s body.

Lawrence quickly stripped down, until he was standing in the bathroom in nothing but his prosthetic. Adam licked his lips, and three tentacles reached out to touch Lawrence, stroking his arms, his chest, down his thighs. The tentacles were part of Adam, and yet had their own minds, as Lawrence had found out all too well. He sometimes had images flash into his mind at work of Adam on his hands and knees in the tub, tentacles furiously fucking his every hole.

“C’mere,” Adam said, and Lawrence was pulled towards him, foot skidding on the tiles.

“I’m here,” Lawrence said soothingly, but his stomach violently dropped when the two largest tentacles dragged him over the lip of the tub and he ended up on Adam’s lap. “Woah-“

“Oops,” Adam replied, not sounding very sorry. The tentacles were exploring Lawrence, playing with the prosthetic, one of them trying to curl inside his belly button which made his cock twitch. “Be gentle.”

“They haven’t really learnt the term gentle,” Lawrence said sarcastically, ducking his head to kiss Adam on the mouth. He tasted like seawater, and another tendril stroked his face, curling around the shell of his ear. When they first started this, one of the tentacles had tried to explore Lawrence’s nasal cavity. Lawrence had quickly put a stop to that.

“They get overwhelmed,” Adam said, spreading his legs so that Lawrence caught a hint of his pink cunt. “They think you’re sooooo cute, Doc.”

“Shut up,” Lawrence said fondly, and then gasped when a tentacle dove between his legs. “Adam.”

“What?” Adam said innocently. “We want to fuck you.”

The tentacle trying to force itself inside Lawrence was slick and bulbous at the head, teasing at his hole. Lawrence bit his lip, trying to relax himself, but he was new to this whole… thing. Adam must have sensed his tensing, and kissed him again, tongue salty against Lawrence’s own. Lawrence focused on Adam, the human side of him, and it wasn’t long before he was being breached.

“Oh -!” He said, and Adam smiled against his mouth.

“You feel good?” He asked, one hand squeezing Lawrence’s flank. “You like it?”

“I like it,” Lawrence said, the tentacle thrusting in and out of his ass. “It’s just. New.”

“You’re taking me so well,” Adam promised, hand sliding upwards to touch Lawrence’s nipples, chest lightly dusted with hair. “You’re doing so good Doc.”

Lawrence met him in a kiss again, wrapping his arms around Adam’s neck. Everything was slick and wet, the tentacles, the kiss, the bathwater surrounding them. Lawrence’s cock was hard against his belly, and when he pressed himself against Adam’s body, he left a smear of pre-come across Adam’s sallow stomach.

“Yeah,” Adam said, grinding against him. “You’re so good.”

Lawrence felt embarrassed that he needed this encouragement, especially from someone twice his junior. But Adam had a way of making it sound like the hottest dirty talk in the world, and when another tentacle nudged up against Lawrence’s hole, he went limp and allowed it to enter him.

“Fuck.” Adam dragged out the word. “I can feel you from the inside-“

“Like it?” Lawrence asked, and Adam laughed, the sound echoing around the tiles like a sea witch’s cackle.

“I love it.” He said, and wrapped his hand around Lawrence’s cock to bring him to his first completion of the night.

#ANSWERED #chainshipping #slutty saturday #i fucking love tentacles

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Hii! I hope you are doing well. Sooooo, I'm over the moon with sprolden and I feel I need more of them. Could you recommend some fics? Also, I'll love to hear your thoughts about they rls. I live to read analysis of them (only if you comfortable). thanks

Hiii!!

I don’t rlly have fanfic recommendations bc I haven’t read some in a looongg time but I would LOVE to give you my thoughts on sprolden/solitaire!

first of all I don’t think people really understand their dynamic in the right way. I usually see fans labelling them as a “golden retriever/black cat” duo, which is cute but that kinda just stereotypes them into a box… like;

There’s this depressed girl and a happy sunshine guy that comes and saves her life and makes her happy again!!

and this isn’t true, it’s literally in the book.

"I'm just some tool who's always turning up to stop you hating yourself so much." "That's wrong," I say. "That's completely wrong."

Tori and Michael are both completely lost in their lives they just show it differently!

Tori is a complete pessimist who hates herself and everything. She has self deprecating thoughts that make her unable to say the things she truly thinks. And bc she hates life so much, she doesn’t see the point. Not seeing the point in anything is distorting her life bc she cares so much. She is so caring and she feels guilty for not doing anything about it. She feels guilty for not helping others and deep down, herself. Anyways you get the jizz the girl is depressed asf and it shows.

Michael on the other hand is an optimist who is angry. He hates himself but he does have a somewhat better way of seeing life. I mean from an early age he understood he was different. (autism!!!!!!!!!) But he found comfort in skating and reading which helped him escape reality. Even though sometimes it was more damaging than helpful. Although we don’t know much about his home life we can only assume its not really healthy.. his parents are clearly not supportive of his speed skating career. He seeks out validation and that’s why he calls himself a "try hard". I think his self hatred was caused from all the bullying and his unsupportive parents.

And with this we can better understand why Michael was so quick to connect with Tori even thought they seem so different at first. Tori didn’t quite get attached to Michael so quickly but she did have that connection from the start. Michael felt it and that’s why he stuck around for so long. I needed her. He wanted friends so badly and he took the chance and ran (skated) with it. Even thought It was hard because Tori didn’t understand. that’s why she was always pushing him away. She couldn’t grasp the fact that someone cared and showed it. She couldn’t accept the love he was giving her because we accept the love we think we deserve. Michael at some point obviously got fed up with her and was like “You don’t see me as a person at all, do you?" Since he’s been alienated his whole life. That’s when Tori realized, Michael wasn’t just there trying to “cheer her up” he was there because he needed her! Just like how she needed him. When Higgs was burning down she was only thinking about him! She thought she had lost him and it was all for nothing. She was brought back to her late January self and she was scared that she would have to deal with it again but all alone this time. She had lost everything, her school, her best friends, and herself. On the roof she eventually had enough of the pain wanted to end it all. Her seeing Charlie,Becky,Nick and Lucas was one thing but seeing michael was another. It Must have been somewhat relieving but being perceived at her most vulnerable is terrifying! when talking to Michael she was at a lost of words fearing that Michaels opinion of her had changed. But it didn’t. Michael understood her and even confessed to his own problems.

“I pause. Suddenly understanding everything. This boy. This person. How has it taken me this long to understand? He needed me as much as I needed him, because he was angry, and he has always been angry. "You wanted the school to burn."

He chuckles again and rubs his eyes. "You do know me." And he's right. I do know him. Just because someone smiles doesn't mean that they're happy."

Anyways I got carried away and I really don’t know how to finish this SORRY😭

#they just needed each other:(#I love them sm #autistic tori spring #autistic michael holden #tori spring #solitaire #michael holden #solitaire alice oseman #osemanverse #alice oseman #victoria spring #sprolden #heartstopper #tori and michael

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