#// nice to meet you btw! & thank you for the patience!

[themissinghand]

Hi you...I hope you have a wonderful day.If you don't mind my request..I want to ask Kim Dokja x sweetheart!reader..The reader is his lover since school (The reader who expressed her feelings for Kim Dokja first.).Before the destruction happened, the reader behaved like a wife to Kim Dokja because the reader knew Kim Dokja's past so the reader gave everything for Kim Dokja to know that he was always loved. (This man needs comfort..).. After the destruction happened, they separated from each other..(Kim Dokja is on the train while the Reader is everywhere.)..Kim Dokja is always worried about the condition of his lover..When they meet again, their meeting is full of romance and fluff after being separated for a long time ..(I bet Kim Dokja's group was the most surprised and the uproar because the Reader and Kim Dokja are very polar opposite.)..The constellation supporting the Reader is also extraordinary..Because the privacy attribute of the reader is also extraordinary..

Thanks for reading..I hope I didn't bother you..I love your work😍..Give you a lot of love💕💕💕..(Btw ,did you read The S-Classes That I Raised or not ??..I love Han Yoojin)..Take care of yourself..Bye dear author 🥰..

Omniscient Reader Viewpoint: Fool

Summary: In which Kim Dokja is a fool for you.

Or snippets between Kim Dokja and his wife in an apocalyptic world.

Pairing: Kim Dokja x F! Wife! Reader

Note: Thanks for your patience! I’m also currently reading The S-Classes That I Raised Manhwa, but not the novel! The holy trinity with Han Yoojin, Kim Dokja, and Cale Henituse are literally my favourite trio. 

Warnings: Minor novel spoilers! Lots of kisses, fluffy, but also light angst, and implied sexual themes. 

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Oh Baby, I Missed You

Where are you? 

Kim Dokja watched what remained of Seoul while standing beside the protagonist of his novel. 

Even after all those scenarios, how come he could not see you even once? 

[The Constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ is curious about what Incarnation ‘Kim Dokja’ is looking for]

As if on cue, Kim Dokja felt someone’s eyes on him. Spinning around with his hand on his sword, he matched the weariness of the sunfish beside him. 

“Baby!” Hearing a familiar voice, Dokja freezes in disbelief until he hears two blades clashing with one another. 

“Who are you?” Yoo Joonghyk growled at you, who defended well and jumped back. But instead of a blade, you had a long bo staff. 

“Me? I’m Dokja’s wife.” 

“WHAT?!” The door to the rooftop swung open with multiple heads popping through in shock. 

“Is that true Dokja-ssi?” Yoo Sangrah asked, and when all of the attention was on him, Kim Dokja sheepishly nodded. 

“WHAT???? So you and Master-” Jung Heewon immediately covered Lee Jihye's mouth and grinned. 

“Nice to meet you er…”

“(L/N) (F/N). Been Dokja’s lover since a decade ago.” You smiled sweetly, before walking towards Dokja with open arms. 

“I missed you baby.” 

This time, Kim Dokja walked forward and hugged you tightly, and he felt embarrassed when everyone was watching him.

[The Constellation ‘Demon-Like Judge of Fire’ is wiping her tears] 

[The Constellation ‘Demon-Like Judge of Fire’ did not know Incarnation ‘Kim Dokja’ was already taken]

[Many Constellations wishes for your happiness]  

“Baby, can I kiss you?” Kim Dokja flushed at your innocent question, but looking over your shoulder, he saw the wiggling eyebrows and grinning expressions from his teammates. Despite knowing his team would tease him forever, he knew he couldn’t reject your request. 

“I miss you too.” 

Without another moment, you cup his cheeks and pull him in for not one, not two, but three quick kisses. 

[The Constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ jaw dropped]

There were surprised gasps and squeals, and a few hushes from Lee Heewon. 

“No wonder he always looks like he’s looking for something…”

“This is not for children to see.” 

“But hyung is-” 

[The Constellation ‘Abyssal Black Flame Dragon’ gags]

[The Constellation ‘Secretive Plotters’ did not expect a romantic plot]

[The Constellation ‘Demon-Like Judge of Fire’ donates 1000 coins]

[The Constellation ‘Demon-Like Judge of Fire’ is squealing at the reunion kiss]

“You have a lot of constellations following you baby. As expected of you.” Kim Dokja, still a little breathless and dazed from the consecutive kisses, buries his face into your shoulder in embarrassment while you play with his hair. 

He missed this.

He missed you.

“I didn’t know my constellation was following you too.” Kim Dokja perked up at your words in interest.

“Which one?” 

[The Constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ slowly looks away in disbelief]

“No way.” Maybe her long bo staff should have been an indicator. 

[The Constellation ‘Demon-Like Judge of Fire’ looks at the Constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ suspiciously]

[The Constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ looks at the Constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ suspiciously]

[The Constellation ‘Abyssal Black Flame Dragon’ looks at the Constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ suspiciously]

You smiled innocently as if it wasn’t a big deal, and was just happy to see him. 

[The Constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ pats himself on the back and is proud he has good eyes]

So Don’t Go, Stay With Me

“Do you have to go?” 

“Yea. I have to go find my family. I’ll be safe, and I know you’ll be safe since you have such reliable people around you.” 

You cup his cheeks as you two stare into each other’s eyes lovingly. 

“Message me if you need me, and I’ll come with my nimbus cloud at any time.”

Knowing that your constellation was the Monkey King, Kim Dokja knew you were capable and perhaps on the same level as the protagonist. 

But…

“We can find them together.” 

“Dokja, don’t you already made plans with the sunfish?” He balled his hands into fists. 

“I want you to see the end of that novel you love so much. And I’ll come join you when I’m done. I promise.”

You tippy toe and then press a kiss to his forehead. 

“Baby, trust me.”

Kim Dokja then kisses your cheeks, before you decide to skip the formalities to kiss him on the lips. It was all it took for Kim Dokja to let go, and interlace your hands.

Soft and sweet, Kim Dokja felt loved with how gentle you are with him. He doesn’t want you to go. 

And he will miss you when you are gone. 

Kiss Me Slowly, Show Me You Love Me

Kim Dokja knew you were the one when you jumped after him.

"Kim Dokja!"

When he saw you reach out for him as he fell from that rooftop in middle school.

When you proposed to him on one knee, and kissed his hands as you whisk him away from his miserable reality.

He knew you were the one, when you cried for him, and saved his life, again and again.

“Don’t touch him. Even if you are his mother and my mother-in-law, you have no right to kill him to prove a point.” 

“Move.” 

“Over my dead body.” 

Kim Dokja could barely see you standing before his sleeping body, beside Han Sooyoung, protecting him from his mother.

[The Fourth Wall is shaking] 

“You don’t know anything.” 

“That’s fine with me. I trust Dokja more than you.” In the next moment, he felt a cloud form underneath him, followed by curses and gunshots being fired. 

“It’s you! You’re the one who he loves the most! And you’re going to kill him!”

Feeling your calloused hands on top of his head, he saw many versions of you pop out. 

Was it the duplication skill that the Monkey King had? 

“I’ll break the prophecy because I will never hurt my baby.” 

Kim Dokja smiled faintly, before he lost consciousness again. 

Because Only You Can Kill Me

“Baby, you can’t do this.” 

The world is silent for once. The channel was off and both of you paid the price for such privacy. 

“It’s the only way.” 

“Kim Dokja.” He flinches when you call his full name, you never do.

“I have to. It’s the only way that the story will move on.” 

“There has to be another way.” You purse your lips and rub your temples. 

“There has to be a way.”

Kim Dokja held your hand solemnly. 

“There is no other way-”

“Shut up!” You shook off his hand in anger. 

He knows you know that this was the easiest way. 

“I’m not letting you sacrifice yourself!” 

That’s why you’re angry. 

He hugs you from behind. 

“You’re an idiot for even thinking that, there has to be another way!” You break out of his hold and stare at him straight in the eye. 

“If only I had more power-” Kim Dokja grabbed your hand and placed it on his heart.

“(Y/N), I only trust you. You know that right?” Kim Dokja smiles. 

“You’re the only one who can kill me. No one else can.” He felt your hand tremble as you took a shaky breath. 

“So please…kill me.” 

So the story can go on.

“Don’t look at me like that baby.” You say after short deliberation. 

Finally, with a subtle nod, you conceded with tears rolling down your cheeks. 

Then, without further ado, Kim Dokja pulls you in desperately, and both of you were surprised when he was the first to initiate the kiss. 

But when the two of you are so intimate and so close to one another, knowing that the future is uncertain, neither of you want to let go. 

Please, Make Me Your Everything

Kim Dokja feels so desperate in this apocalyptic world. 

He’s planning and looking so far ahead using his knowledge of the novel, and sometimes, he feels like an outlier. 

Perhaps he is. 

Just like he always has. 

But when he’s in your arms as you plant kisses from his collarbone and trails to his neck, he feels at the center of the world, your world. 

Slowly, he feels you kiss his jawline before going closer and closer to his lips, and feels impatient with how slow you are. Every single kiss tingles on his skin, making him remember every precious moment he had with you.

He will never admit it, but he’s frightened for the future. Not about his death (because he will come back, he has a backup for that), but during his absence. 

You are strong and responsible enough to lead the team, but he was afraid that you were going to take on the burden alone. 

When he finally feels your lips on his, he pulls you closer, treasuring every second of you just like how you make him feel alive everyday. 

“Baby. What’s wrong?” Your fingers gently wipe his tear away as you hold him, and when he feels your tears drop on him, he couldn’t help himself. 

“I’m sorry. I just…” 

“Shh, you don’t have to explain yourself to me. I trust you.” Kissing him on his nose gave him butterflies, but even so, he couldn’t get rid of this bitterness in his heart. 

“I love you. I love you. I love you so much.” Dokja repeated the same words until his voice croaked and his lips became dry.

All the while you ruffled his hair and massaged his scalp, and responded to each of his confessions with affirmation. 

“We’re gonna be okay, and you’re gonna be okay. I’ll wait for you Baby.”

That night, Kim Dokja cried himself to sleep in your arms, and for the first time in a long time, he felt warm, secure, and well-rested. 

So when he feels his own sword pierce through his heart painlessly by the one who he swore his eternity to, he feels just as safe and happy. 

You catches him as he falls, as you cry silently and reminds him to come back soon. 

“Don’t forget me, please.” 

How could he? When you’re the one who chose to move forward with the story, when you’re the one who will face his team after their reckless plan?  

He was already greedy and selfish, wanting you to never forget him and wait for him, however long that may be.

Kim Dokja is a fool.

An idiot that only makes you cry.

With a strained smile, he nods before noticing the notification above. 

[Incarnation ‘Kim Dokja’ will be killed by the person he loves the most]

When he wakes up, he promises that he will never sacrifice himself again.

But the story must go on.

[aothotties]

Can I have a milf x Levi please 🥺🥺 I don’t know why I asked that but I’m curious to see your writing for it😛

Btw I love love your writing💕💕💕💕

Yes of course!! I’m so sorry it took me so long to write this, life has been crazy busy. Thank you so much for your patience and support!!

Note: The reader is in her early to mid-30s, and Levi is in his mid-40s. The reader also has two kids, only one of them is mentioned right now. There’s no smut in this part, but when I was writing it I ended up going on a tangent lol. So this is going to be part 1 of maybe like 2 or 3?

Warnings: None

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You and Levi met each other during your son’s soccer game.

It’s Friday night, and you’re looking around for your son in the field of proud parents and matching jerseys. You two agreed to meet at the bleachers… 15 minutes ago. Leave it to a teenage boy to remember directions.

“Mom!” You quickly turn at the familiar voice and feel some of the worry wash away at the sight of his familiar face.

“There you are! We said we were going to meet at the bleachers baby, what happened?” You check over his face and body for any noticeable injuries.

“Please stop mama I’m fine. I was talking with my friends and we were gonna get dinner at the diner tonight.” You look past him at the group of boys waiting in anticipation and smile slightly.

“I guess that’s okay, do you need me to pick you guys up or anything?” You ask him and he shakes his head in response.

“Nope, EJ’s uncle is gonna take us and pick us up.” You raise an eyebrow at the mention of a new person and grab your son by the arm before he tries to walk away.

“Hold on, hold on. I’ve met EJ’s mom and dad before, but I don’t know who is uncle is.” Your son lets out a dramatic groan and starts to drags you over to his friends.

“Little boy slow down, my legs only love so fast!” You scold him and apologize to the innocent bystanders you keep pushing with your shoulders.

When you both come to a halt, you’re left standing in front of one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen in your life.

“Mom this is Mr. Ackerman, Mr. Ackerman this is my mom Y/N. Can I please go now mom?” He gives you those big puppy dog eyes and you stifle a laugh behind your hand.

You answer his question with a quick nod and he cheers in response, he plants a big sloppy kiss on your cheek before running over to his friends.

“Nice to meet you Mr. Ackerman”

Ari

[devildom-moss]

LOVE your works !!!!!! i adore how everytime u write, it just kind of turns into a very subtle character study (at least that's what i'm getting) it's vvv nice and the kind of writing im into <33

it's gmt for me so idk if i'm way past the cut off and this might be an odd request btw but a reader refusing lucifer and belphie's offer of a pact after yk... everything lol. it's up to u if the reader eventually accepts but i want it to hurt 🤌🏻

Thank you so much, that's so sweet. I hope you will see your request since I'm taking so long, and I hope you like it. I hope its got enough angst and hurt. I think they have two different types of hurt in it. Lucifer's has more of his pain and Belphie's has more of the reader's pain.

Rejecting their pact offers

(Lucifer x gn!MC) (Belphegor x gn!MC)

(Slightly suggestive for Belphegor) (angst) (hurt; pain; implied physical and emotion harm to reader; slight yandere!Belphegor; Belphie is really creepy in this with some non-consent elements regarding touching/kissing)

Word Count: +2,000

Lucifer

You dreaded spending time alone with Lucifer, so you were displeased to receive a message from him – and even more unhappy that it had arrived, coincidentally, just as you had finished your assignment, when you were looking forward to being able to unwind. Your hopeful plans were crushed by an arrogant invite:

Lucifer: Meet me in my study once you’re free. Alone. Don’t keep me waiting.

Your first instinct was to pretend that you were busy all night and didn’t have time for whatever he wanted, but you knew you wouldn’t enjoy your night if you were constantly on guard and worried about your leisure being interrupted. You could pretend you didn’t read it – after all, you turned your read receipts off specifically because of Lucifer. You could wash up and head straight to bed, sacrificing your free time for the sake of avoiding Lucifer. But avoiding him would only result in his nagging the following morning, and he had already ruined your night, so you might as well safeguard your morning peace by appeasing him. Hopefully whatever he wanted would be quick and painless. With a sigh, you reluctantly dragged yourself in the direction of his study.

You knocked at the door despite it being open ajar.

“MC, please enter,” Lucifer spoke up. He knew it was you; his brothers never knocked. You heard the shuffling of paper and the creaking of his desk chair as you opened the door fully. “You’re slightly earlier than I expected. I’m glad to know that your studies are not giving you any trouble – or at least, I suspect that’s why you’re here so soon.”

“Yeah,” you answered him shortly. He seemed flustered by your presence – which would be entertaining outside of the current situation. You stood in the doorway, watching Lucifer collect his papers and tidy his workspace before walking over. His looming figure inched closer, but you stood your ground. “Did you need something from me, Lucifer?”

“Right. Please take a seat. Can I pour you a glass of Demonus? I’ve acquired a new bottle from Diavolo, and I’ve been looking forward to trying it. I’d like to open it with you.” Lucifer walked over to his bar; pulled a bottle from the very back of the top shelf, hidden behind a taxidermy raven; and grabbed two clean glasses.

“No thank you. I’m fine.”

“Oh.” The sound left him so quietly, you weren’t certain he had intended for you to hear it. He put one of the glasses back, hoping you wouldn’t notice, and poured himself a drink. “Suit yourself.”

“Was that all?” Your eyes wandered the room. You hadn’t been in here for a while, and the last time was not particularly ideal.

“Of course not!” Lucifer looked away indignantly. “I wouldn’t call you to my study just for a drink. I have something important to discuss.”

“Alright.”

Lucifer took a sip of his drink before speaking again; his subtle delays – the slow draining of your time and patience – annoyed you. “You’ve impressed me over the last few months, and you’ve managed to make pacts with each of my brothers. I believe you’ve proven yourself worthy of a pact with me. That is, so long as we make one thing clear: if we form a pact, I own you. I don’t care who else you’re entangled with, you’ll be mine.”

“No. I’m good.” You shook your head to accentuate your response.

“What?” Every muscle in Lucifer’s body tightened, and the glass in his hand formed a superficial crack. His eyes widened. Shock and anger fed off each other as Lucifer sat there speechless.

“I don’t trust you,” you admitted. Somehow, you were thrilled to finally have the opportunity to tell Lucifer how you truly felt.

“After everything we’ve been through together?” Lucifer scoffed. He thought he had proven himself to you. He’d come so far since the last time he had tried to hurt you. He thought you were both past this – that you meant more to each other by now.

“No, Lucifer, after everything you did to me.” You sat up from the chair, rage rising with you. You had done nothing but try to help him and his family, and he had done nothing but hurt you. Even when he had saved you, it was usually for his own selfish reasons. By the time he had developed this strange infatuation with you, you had no trust left to give him. You had no foreseeable interest in furthering a relationship with him – especially not after the pompous way he asked you.

“MC, please, be reasonable. You know very well why I reacted the way I did at the time. You’re a part of my family now,” Lucifer pleaded with you desperately, trying to show you his version of reason. He grabbed your wrist and clung to you tightly, afraid to let you leave. “I won’t hurt you like that again. I promise. I adore you much too much.”

“Lucifer,” you half-sighed, half-winced, “let go. You’re hurting me right now.”

“I’m sorry,” Lucifer apologized. He quickly let go of you and brought his hand back to his chest, wide-eyed and terrified. “Please. . . I’ve never offered this to a human before.”

You could hear the heartbreak in his voice, it trembled on his vocal cords and shook his breath. It was his last resort to persuade you: to show you that he had never been this vulnerable, and he didn’t know how to handle your rejection. You knew he needed you to accept his offer – or at least consider it. Anything except rejection would be survivable.

“Please?” Lucifer begged softly; his cheeks flushed with shame.

“Just because I’m your first and you might have changed, it doesn’t mean I have to accept your offer.”

Belphegor

You could have sworn that you had locked your door before heading to bed last night – and no one could blame you for still feeling a bit cautious after the events that occurred a few weeks ago. Yet, you were disturbed by the creaking of your bedroom door – if it hadn’t been unlocked before, it certainly was now. The soft shuffle of exhausted demon feet creeped towards your bed. You gulped and inched closer to the wall, hoping your eyes would adjust, and you would see Mammon. Maybe he had a nightmare. Or maybe it was Asmo, and he was lonely. Maybe Beel got lost on his way back from the kitchen – and hopefully not on his way towards the kitchen.

“Sleepy,” a soft voice muttered, and your hope plummeted. Fear spiked, prickling up your spine as you felt Belphegor crawl into bed next to you. His hands pat the bed gently, searching for your body, feeling for your warmth. He whined, “MC, hold me.”

“Sleep in your own bed, please.” You tried to sound firm, but your voice trembled at the last word. Maybe it was fear, but maybe your own lips could hardly stomach the thought of begging a demon like Belphegor to let you sleep in peace. After everything he did, why did he think he had the right to break into your room in the middle of the night and crawl into your bed?

“Too far now, and I want to sleep with you.”

Against your will, Belphie wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, resting his head on your shoulder. He nuzzled into you, taking in your scent with a deep, calm inhale. A gentle hum left him.

It was infuriating, the way he relaxed against you while your body tensed with an overflow of negative emotions: anger, annoyance, anxiety. It wasn’t fair that he could drift peacefully to sleep, clinging to you, after everything he did. You wished he would stop – that he would let you go and return to his room, shutting the door on his way out. You’d make sure it was locked this time; you’d double check it and put a curse on it if you had to.

“I was thinking,” Belphegor hummed mindlessly without even opening his eyes. He practically sounded happy. “We should make a pact.”

Your blood boiled, and you stared at his restful form in the dark. “No, Belphegor. I don’t want a pact with you.”

“Why not?” he started, eyes shooting open to stare at you in disbelief for a brief moment before he remembered. He lowered his eyes and attempted to bury his face against your arm. “Don’t answer that.”

“You know why.” There was spite in your words – so bitter that Belphegor couldn’t ignore it even if he wanted to.

Suddenly he felt he had to do something, and before you could understand what was happening, Belphie had tackled you, pinning your hands down at your sides and straddling your lap. The dim glow of his amethyst eyes soaked up all the light in the room when he stared down at you. His grip on your hands wasn’t tight, but a familiar fear clawed at your throat, cutting back your desire to protest.

“Hush. Relax. I’m not a threat anymore. I love you. I want you. For fuck’s sake, if I was going to hurt you again, I would have done it already, so please, please don’t be scared. I need you. Come on, accept a pact with me, please?” The light from his eyes disappeared from your sight as he dipped down. You felt him kiss up your neck lazily, his warm breath tickling your skin. From anyone else, this might have felt loving and affectionate, but from Belphegor, it seemed cruel – as if he was kissing where his hands might have bruised like some panacea that came too late. “Please? Don’t make me keep begging.”

“Get off!” Your voice came back to you in a frightened yelp, still hushed in the dark of night. You struggled and writhed beneath him. The panic was setting in.

“You’re scared?” Belphie questioned, almost surprised by his effect on you. He pulled back to meet your eyes, but you had them shut tight. “Hey, look at me. I told you I loved you. Don’t be scared.”

“Let me go, Belphegor.” You lifted your arms slightly, only for him to force them back down.

“Form a pact with me,” he insisted. He kissed just above your collarbone, allowing his lips to linger on your skin. “If we had a pact, you could control me. I can feel your pulse pounding; I know you’re scared, but if we make a pact, you’ll never have to be afraid of me again.”

“I’ll scream, Belphegor. I swear,” you warned.

“Shh,” Belphegor let go of one of your hands to cover your mouth. He held your gaze with a delusional sweetness. You felt tears prick the corners of your eyes, praying for someone to barge into your room and end this. Belphegor cooed, “I promise I won’t ever hurt you again. I know that will take time to prove, but I need you now. I need that connection to you. I crave it, and I can’t let my brothers be the only ones to stake their claim on you. And until you want me and trust me, a pact will give you reassurance. You’ll never have to worry about being alone with me. If I act out, I’ll be under your spell – in more ways than one. I just want to keep you safe. Can’t you understand that? Make me yours.”

You knew he had a point about control, but it didn’t make you want him. Still, when he removed his hand from your mouth, the fear and anxiety that remained spoke for you. “. . . Fine.”

“Yay.” Belphie giggled and kissed you sleepily, caressing along your cheek and neck. He hummed and stared down at you, trapped beneath him. With your eyes finally more accustomed to the darkness, you noticed a faint blush on his cheeks as he bit his lower lip. “You know, I’m not so tired anymore. Let’s stay up all night and make the pact more official. I’ll even let you mark me.”

[ippi2un]

Cheeky Massage

★ zayne x gn!reader , sfw

★ wc 1,120 (estimate! I added a couple extra words at the end)

Summary: Your hardworking lover prompted you to deliver him a nice massage...to his backside.

note: i dont even rly write but i love zayne's butt + got inspired by a comment so i wrote...this! 😍 enjoy ig...btw im new to l&ds apologies if i got zaynes personality wrong or something

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The time read 11:37 PM, about the time where Zayne would typically arrive home from his long, exhausting shift. All he longed for to do is unwind, rest, and spend time with his beloved.

So after he arrived home and was greeted warmly by you, he changed his clothes with your assistance, and settled in bed, his hands wrapped around a medical book.

"You aren't going to sleep now?" You ask him softly, sitting beside him on the bed.

It takes a moment for Zayne to respond, as he was absorbing the information of a sentence in the book. He then looks at you, adjusting his glasses before responding in his low, soothing voice.

"Not yet. Am I disrupting your sleep schedule? I'll turn off the lights and read outside in the living room." He says, rising from the bed, but you gently grasp his wrist.

"No no, its fine. Stay with me please."

Zayne hesitates for a moment, before settling back down on the bed.

"I'll only take 5 more minutes then, so we can sleep after." Zayne responds, giving you a light kiss to your forehead before returning his attention back to the book.

You sigh, studying his face, the way his eyebrows are slightly furrowed as he takes in the information, his fingers gliding across the page to turn it to the next one. His face is just utterly captivating. You wanted to attack him with kisses all over his face.

But an unusual idea pops up in your mind, such odd one, yet you find it to be...intriguing.. To massage Zayne's ass. You look away from Zayne for a brief moment, gathering your thoughts.

"Massaging Zayne's ass? Thats such a random thing to do." You speak to yourself internally, confused yet considerate of the random idea your creative brain decided to give you.

The more you contemplate it, the more you want to tell Zayne. You gather your final thoughts, before looking back to Zayne, scooting a little closer to him so that you are pressed to his side, your chin resting on his shoulder. You take a soft whiff at his neck, captivated by the faint smell of cologne and skin.

"Zayne..." You began, looking up at him, savoring the new view of Zayne's side profile up close.

Once again, Zayne takes a few seconds before responding to process the writing, before looking to his side, simply staring at you with a warm look of patience, waiting for you to say more. His face was so close to yours, noses almost touching. His captivating eyes are like a luring trap—a form of distraction, you're lost in his gaze, and it almost made you forget what you wanted to say.

"Um...Can I massage your butt?" You mumbled, sucessfully breaking out of your trance, one of your hands going to intertwine with his.

Zayne's expression goes from calm to perplexed, his eyes widening slightly. "Seems like you do really need the sleep. I'll stop my reading now; staying up late won't do any good for you." Zayne says, closing the medical book softly. But you won't give up.

"No!...Wait...I'm serious, Zayne. Let me massage it. I know you've been sitting for long periods of time in the hospital...you should know to...take care of your body. Therefore, I would like to relieve the tension from your butt." You plead with sincerity, straightening your posture to further prove that you were not joking.

Zayne pauses for a moment, before responding back.

"Thank you, love, for your offer. But I do not need it right now. Let's just slee-"

"Zayne please. You can even read your medical book as I do so," You urge, your voice full of desperation.

With a long sigh, he glanced down at his lap, before meeting your gaze once more.

"Fine. Only 5 minutes though."

Your eyes immediately shine with excitement; You get to provide well deserved relief to your lover, and feel his ass beneath your touch.

"Very well," You say, now sitting on your knees on the bed. "Lay on your stomach please."

Zayne shifted into the requested position as you stare at his well-built back. You straddle the back of his well-toned thighs, eager to set your hands on that beautiful, plump sculpt of his.

"I'll start now." You say, earning a small hum from Zayne, as he grabs his book, ready to resume his reading.

Both of your hands move to lay ontop of his cheeks, as you begin to slowly but firmly massage and caress his clothed flesh, feeling the taut muscle move under your hand. You feel his warmth seep into your hands as you confidently and lovingly provide pleasure to your lover. His ass was firm, yet inviting, it only entices you to want to soothe away the tension even more. His curve is mesmerizing—so mesmerizing, you take a moment splay out your fingers on his ass, applying firm pressure downwards, appreciating the sight of his clothed ass jutting out between your fingers.

You give a light squeeze, continuing to tenderly care to his curvature. You spread his cheeks out, then squeeze them together, relishing how his ass moves fluidly under your touch. As you relieve the roundness, your finger traces over the line where the glutes and thigh meet before paying attention there, seeking out any knots you can find.

He slightly shifts beneath your skilled hands, emitting soft hums and sighs once in a while, his back arching slightly at times where you find stubborn knots. You assume he's fine with it, maybe enjoying it?

And indeed he is enjoying the sensation, engrossed in his book as hes gaining attention and relief to his ass. What more could he desire?

As you continue your ministrations to his ass and thighs, your eyes wander over to the medical book he's reading, squinting your eyes, trying to read it as well. As he flips the pages, your eyes skim over the text. But each page flip gets noticeably slower. You furrow your eyebrows, continuing to massage his butt. Until suddenly, he stops turning the page entirely, and lies still.

"Zayne?" You say softly, ceasing the massage. You don't get an answer. You get off him, laying on your side to see his face.

"Oh." You smile, realizing that he has drifted off to sleep. Your hands work magic, it seems, lulling him to slumber just with the kneading of his ass. Carefully, you slowly take the book away, setting it aside on the nightstand, before grabbing the blanket and putting it over you and Zayne. You close the lights, and scoot closer over to Zayne, laying on your side, an arm draped around his back.

Seems like this will be a daily occurrence from now and on.

[cat3ch1sm]

Making out with Hisoka headcanons?

👉👈? (Btw, I hope ur having a great day and stay hydrated :)) )

🪐~ hii @helloiamadrawer <33 welcome back to my inbox love! so sorry for the wait my life has definitely been lifing… but here is your request! thank you for your patience and support, i appreciate it more than you’ll ever know 💚 same goes to all of my readers and followers :)

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ fem!reader, slight nsfw, hisoka is a bit rough

♡̩̥̩💚♡̩͙ˊˎ﹤ let me just start by saying that making out with hisoka is not for the weak

man does not give a damn about starting out slow or letting you adjust. he’s setting the pace, he’s setting the intensity, hisoka is in control of all of that- even if he sometimes lets you think otherwise because he thinks it’s cute how gullible you are

also if you’re making out with him to begin with it will probably definitely lead to sex, unless hisoka is purposely trying to tease you or get you all hot and bothered just to leave you all needy

hisoka usually just goes straight in with the tongue. no warning no prep no nothing

which you have mixed feelings about because his tongue is long

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ regardless making out with him is never unpleasant. he doesn’t pay much mind to how you’re feeling a lot of the time but luckily he’s good at making out so it’s still nice

hisoka loves when you break away for a moment and there’s a string of spit still connecting your lips. it gets him ridiculously hot

his hands usually wind up wandering everywhere but they’re mostly wrapped around your neck or waist (mainly neck though). basically anywhere he can pull you close and keep you there. but he prefers the neck because his grip and his nails always leave marks there.

the knee thing. uh yeah. whether he’s rushing or being slow to tease you it’s going to happen. hisoka loves the small sound you make every time he does it, and how you struggle to keep kissing him back when he forces you to grind on his leg.

he bites. he sucks. basically he’s the whole package. anywhere hisoka can leave marks he will. expect your lips to be slightly puffy and your neck to be full of hickeys.

he will make out with you anywhere, but he actually prefers doing it in front of other people. particularly illumi for reasons he will not disclose. hisoka doesn’t give a damn about decorum or pda

if his hands aren’t around your neck or your waist they’re squeezing your ass or holding your wrists so you can’t wriggle away. when you and him are about to make out it isn’t like a long gaze into each others eyes and you gradually get closer and your lips meet. hisoka is ferocious when it comes to kissing, except, like i said, when he wants to tease you and really make you feel it.

he tastes like bubblegum and cinnamon

[radioactivesweet]

Could I request HCs where Hades and Qin Shi Hunag from Record of Ragnarok fall in love with the same person/reader. Also could the reader be human & female? Ty!

honestly managing to make these two fall in love with you sounds a lot better than winning the lottery

Btw I don't think I've actually described them as being in love but more something like being interested in the same person??? I wanted to fit it in the RoR narrative but probably it wasn't such a good idea----

Too dazzling for an average human, you managed to catch the attention of those you walked onto quite easily, humans and gods alike. This included the God of the Underworld and the First Emperor of China.

You did not really realize you were talking to when you had bumped into them on different moments before the start of the seventh round. You were just strolling around between one match and the other when you made a couple of interesting encounters.

Qin Shi Huang got lost among the numerous corridors which surrounded him, so he really felt grateful to you when you stopped to talk with him and gave him the directions he was looking for - he did not admit he was lost though, he had a reputation to protect. You were nice - he could almost see your smile despite the blindfold he was wearing. Nicer than the gods who were shouting against humanity and whom he was going to fight too soon. You were a far more pleasant company, way more lovely too. "I thank you for your patience." he thanked you, bringing your hand close to his lips and leaving a slight kiss on it. "I hope you will be rooting for me. When I win, I wish for us to celebrate together." It was not after much that you met the second man, more composed and serious than the first - a completely different impression, the first was brighter, warmer, more lively, whereas this one was colder, detached and had an overall more elegant demeanor. Both had a natural charming aura though, which someow attracted too - prideful, almost divine. You didn't know yet the one in front of you actually was divine. Hades' only aim was to avenge his younger brother, not to make friends with a human along the way. He couldn't really tell how he ended up spending some time talking with you after he had left the Gods' VIP room, but he didn't consider it a waste of time. Usually humans avoided him - gods too. So having someone to talk to was an appreciated change. It made the atmosphere lighter, despite not having the chance to prolong the conversation. "I'm looking forward our next encounter." he said, finally letting out a smile, before you parted ways. When the match started, you recognized both of the men you had met as the fighters - and you were sure they recognized you too among the crow who was cheering for them. Only then you noticed how unfair it was. Only one of them was going to meet you after the fight - before you could even have to chance to know them.

[ghostssweetgirl]

Thanks for answering so quickly!

I've been thinking about a fic.

How about the reader being afraid of getting attached because of the trauma they went through in their childhood (absent parents or emotionally abusive father/mother) and the 141 boys & los vaqueros boys slowly figured out why the reader is always skittish when it comes to emotions.

And they finally get the reader to open up and realize that she/he loves the boys more than herself/himself.

P. S. I'm new to this! If you've already written something like this then please don't kill me. 🙈 🙈

no worries, i don't think i've written anything like this and if i have I'LL WRITE IT AGAIN FOR UUUU <3 but yeah i got you :) thank you for your patience! i know it took me a while to get to this. and i also hope it's okay? if not please forgive me 🥺🙏🏼thank you for this request @ghostslillady (btw i love ur username so much i almost wish i thought of it too lmao)

GN Reader x 141 + Los Vaqueros and How They React to an Emotionally Skittish Person

It was another successful mission the 141 teamed up with Los Vaqueros for. Everyone was sitting in the breakroom for a meeting while eating some much needed food together.

You sat by yourself, but close enough to your team to make conversation. Like the father figure he is, Price was going around the room, handing out compliments to everyone's efforts as a team. He finally made it to you and as he stood proudly, with his hands on his hip, smiling widely, you froze in place, hesitating to make eye contact.

"Y/N, I'd like to personally thank you for always looking out for your team, having their back 100%. If it wasn't for you, these muppets wouldn't be here right now. You exceed my expectations every time, and I'm proud of you, and we're happy to have you, kid," he complimented as he held out his hand for you to shake.

Still froze in place, your hand shook as it grabbed his, his grip tightened, feeling your sweaty palm against his as you had trouble making eye contact. The combination of the bright overhead lights, everyone's eyes on you, smiling and clapping for you overwhelmed you instantly.

You gulp as you take deep breaths, forcing yourself to remain as professional as possible. "T-thank you, Captain," you managed to mutter out, smiling at him with wide eyes as you forced a smile.

He dismissed everyone shortly after a few more words he had to share, you sigh out a breath of relief as you throw your box of food away and go to your quarters, not minding that the rest of the people stayed put. Whatever floats their boat, you thought. I'm out of here.

You sank into bed, instantly falling asleep given how exhausted you were.

--

The team definitely took note of how you reacted to the praise, and were concerned for you. They would respect you if you didn't want to talk about it, but it was now their mission to figure out if you were okay, if there was a reason why that happened and if there was anything they could do to help you. They cared for you like they would a close loved one, and it was no doubt that there's no length they wouldn't go to protect you, or help you.

Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost got together in a private meeting to talk about what they should do. It was decided to do a nice dinner, with everyone along with a comfortable environment, comfortable enough where they can try to ask them to open up. They even invited the Los Vaqueros, since they worked with you sometimes and you've worked together well as teammates.

--

As you woke up the next morning, you were given dozens of small tasks, go here, do this, go do that, etc. A little odd and out of routine, but whatever. They were really doing anything to keep you out of the dining and open areas.

Your work day finally came to a halt, and as you walked back up to the safe house and walked in the door, everyone was gathered around and they were talking. You spotted Alejandro and Rudy and waved hello as you smiled at them, happy they were here but what the hell is going on?

"What's this?" you asked, not specifically to anyone, but you made eye contact with Soap first.

"It's a... family dinner! Join us?" he smiled warmly.

You look around the room, noticing the effort put into this surprise and oblige. "Sure," you laughed, a hint of nervousness in it. For a moment, you thought back to your past and how family dinners never ended up well, but you push it to the back of your mind, reminding yourself this is different.

Price entered the room, gesturing for everyone to start making their plates. You got in line and got your food, sitting down at a corner seat of the table. Usually you'd choose to sit away from people, but in this moment you had no choice. You sat down and stared at your food for a moment, before checking your surroundings.

Everyone made small talk, and you'd admit that the atmosphere soon felt more calm to be in after adjusting a little bit.

"Y/n," Price started as he was finishing a bite of food. "Is the food okay? You feel okay?"

You look up at him and nervously smile. "Y-yeah, it's great! Thanks."

"Good, I'm glad," he smiled, looking around the table proudly.

It wasn't long before that knot of anxiety in your stomach disappeared, and you don't know what hit you, but your mouth moved before your brain could stop it from speaking. "Um... thank you guys for being patient with me..."

Everyone stopped what they were doing, giving you their full attention, all smiles and genuine intentions. They all nodded before Ghost spoke up.

"Of course, kid," he spoke softly.

"I... don't really have the easiest time opening up, and definitely have a hard time with emotional... things, thanks to my childhood," you laughed it off. "But you guys make me comfortable, and make me feel like I'm actually a part of something. A family. So thank you."

"Aye, we understand… If you ever need to talk, we're all here for ya," he smiled.

"D'ya mind me asking what about your childhood..." Price lowered his voice to a calmer level. "Makes it hard for you to open up? Is there anything I can do to help you?"

You thought for a moment before saying it out loud. While you spoke about your childhood, your abusive household and how you couldn't open up and if you did there was always a consequence, bad things just always happened as soon as you did open up... A weight finally lifted off your shoulders.

They all comforted you, and a lot of them related, so it only helped. The night ended in laughter, smiles, and lots of jokes. You found a place you felt true comfort at and it was safe to say you loved these boys more than you loved yourself.

A/N - I hope this is decent! Sorry again for taking a while!

[shojimezolovemail]

Hi! Im the one who requested the gojo brother request

Tbh at first i wanted it to be romantic but i ended up enjoying more how you did it xd

If you dont mind i would like an extension. I think it would be nice to see gojo, shoko and geto and the rest of first grade

Thanks in advance! :D

A/N: yipeee another request! hopefully you enjoy this one :D sorry for any typos btw hehe

request status: open!

✰ gojo ✰

- he absolutely loves to tease you but only he is allowed to do it

- ^^someone else does? it’s their head on platter

- gojo understands you’re shy at times so he knows you might not clue him in to everything that bugs you but once he finds out, he will be sure to deal with it on your behalf (even if you’re capable of doing so yourself)

- despite you two being so different, he really does cherish you and your outlook on things

- i’d assume you’re a little more rational than him so you’re probably talking him down from being impulsive (frequently)

- often drags you along in his plans/errands for ‘sibling bonding’ but in all honesty it’s probably so he has an excuse to buy extra sweets

- if you’re really his opposite and don’t enjoy the sweet treats in life, that’s when he breaks out the dramatic side of him

- ^^ fake fainting and falling on you yk…the works!

- he really is a loving guy and would do anything to keep you comfortable

✰ geto ✰

- he knows first hand how gojo is so being around you is a stark difference

- geto also probably did not believe that you two were actually related at first

- “did the stork that delivered you get mixed up?? no way you’re satoru’s sibling…”

- he is more laid back so in the times that you two may hang out or you join in on one, you know that he is someone who will have patience

- frequently requests that you tag along on outings

- ^^ maybe as a way of trying to get you comfortable or his own selfish desire to have someone around who isn’t screaming in his ear

- if you’re on the shy side, he is more than happy to speak up for you if needed

- he knows you’re capable and does not ever belittle that fact because he understands (at least a little)

- if you’re comfortable talking about what interests you, geto is happy to listen anytime

✰ shoko ✰

- she is a little suspicious of you at first

- she comes around after picking up on some of your habits and seeing you and gojo are similar

- you’d also brought her a cool lighter with a cigarette case one day and that solidified that she could enjoy your company

- i wouldn’t say she was necessarily in disbelief like others though

- shoko liked having you around, it was nice to have someone who was capable of being calm and collected in times of distress

- she wasn’t a touchy kind of person but somehow found herself with a hand on you often

- ^^ if the hangouts you attended were relaxed, expect shoko to be laying her head on your shoulder

- you made her feel very comfortable for some reason (she’d blame it on some cursed technique of yours)

- she says you’re her favorite of your family as well

✰ megumi ✰

- due to his less than normal relationship with gojo, he already sort of knew you

- it may have taken a little while for you two to officially meet but he at least knew of you from your brother’s ramblings

- upon first meeting you he was confused because in his eyes, you didn’t look like a gojo

- he had no feelings of disbelief though, he was sure you two were related

- ^^ maybe you and him stand the same or have some small physical tell but megumi was not phased by the stark difference

- he enjoyed your company more than gojo’s sometimes (though he may not admit it)

- you were not overly excitable but you still showed your emotions well when he’d interact/speak with you

- it meant a lot to him knowing you were always in his corner as well

- ^^ he definitely values both you and gojo immensely

✰ itadori ✰

- like i said in nobara’s his reaction was ‘:0’

- he’d also interrogate you too

- he itadori just wants to know more about you!

- were you the younger or older sibling? were you also a full time sorcerer or did you do something else? what were your hobbies? he was very interested to learn about you

- maybe you two bonded over movies or celebrity crushes (shout out jennifer lawrence)

- itadori is someone who tends to talk a lot when excited so if you’re not super talkative, he’s filling up the conversation for you!

- ^^ he doesn’t mind if you are though, he sees it as you’ll come around eventually and talk more

- the time since which he is panicked about somwthing, whether that be a curse or the difficult decisions that must be made as a sorcerer, he feels comfortable to come to you

- ^^ he knows you won’t make him freak out more than he might already be

[yakuzacanons]

Hi hi! Could I request please dating headcanons for Tsuruno? Sfw and nsfw. Thx <3

Gaiden posting time bb, we are officially in full swing. Thanks for ur patience, sorry if this one is rather short. I'm hoping we see more Tsuruno/Shishido development in the future so I can make more detailed heacanons but in the meantime have this! Some NSFW below btw.

Tsuruno is a pretty straight and narrow guy. Works hard, more eloquent than people give him credit for, and not a bad dresser either. Actually one of the few characters with decent work-life balance, although it took him years of practice.

Years of work have also taught him to mask emotions well and he's got a pretty damn good poker face so you can't tell if he's into you based on facial signs alone. He's generally a supportive person and actually emotionally well intended so he's more likely to show his interest by being more attentive to you as a person rather than react physically.

One of the few of the boys who would just outright confess to you, and likely a well thought out confession at that. Although the years haven't given him the chance to date much, the concept of a relationship is something he's always considered to be rather serious. Tsuruno was never a one night stand kind of man.

Very classy with his dates, definitely knows how to impress. First date is definitely a nice dinner date, complete with a bouquet of flowers. This isn't to say Tsuruno is all fancy and no fun though. He can let loose, it just won't show until the third or fourth date.

Once he settles into a relationship, he's more of a "meet up at a hole-in-the-wall bar that barely anyone knows about but that actually serves really high quality drinks" type of man. A good drink is honestly his biggest vice.

Is very upfront and direct about his line of work before you ever start dating him. It's not just the potential dangers as a whole, he just works long hours and can't guarantee a completely normal relationship that one might expect. Tsuruno is pretty self aware and wouldn't just assume someone would be be okay with these kinds of things.

Tsuruno has an average sex drive but pretty good endurance once he gets going. Tends to top but he's not opposed to bottoming. Mostly a vanilla guy, which is somehow usually a shock to his partners? He's not sure what kind of expectations they had of him, if he's being honest.

[applesontheground]

💘 house call 💉

sending birthday wishes to @bisexual-horror-fan! as always, utterly thankful for a great friendship, and how else to show it by making our barbies kiss each other? this was another hypothetical we had talked about a little after the last cross-canon piece -- how the triads would react to properly meeting each other -- and in my nature i ran to write it for the special day.

(btw, i def intend for this to be something that happens outside the events of prometheus/post the "oh my god they finally hooked up" moment that's still coming. it's a slow burn after all, so spoilers that they get together eventually, i suppose?)

also: just to avoid confusion since there are a severe lack of names in this, i use she/her for the TTHITOW reader and they/them for the YOP reader!

SFW | Word Count: 2,771 | Tiffany Valentine x Reader x Charles Lee Ray & Herbert West x Reader x Daniel Cain contains canon typical/injury, compliant with Through The Heart Is The Only Way and Your Own Prometheus

In the dead of night, a car went squealing down the road. Trying to get away from an audience of dark windows, clear and open like crystal eyes peering into where they were going – and more importantly, who they were.

“Stop lettin’ go of it, you’re just gonna bleed out!”

“I’m not. Tiff, don’t fuckin-! OW!”

Another yelp from the backseat made the tires squeal, causing a sharp turn being made and the woman behind the wheel to finally slam both her palms down in an aggravated motion. “I can’t drive straight if you two are screaming in my ear! I just can’t!” She cried, hands white knuckling as they returned to take control.

Chucky looked to the ceiling of the car cabin, rolling his eyes and disguising it as agony to keep both of his girls off his back. Tiffany swung around from the passenger seat, and she argued, “He’s the one that says we can’t go to a hospital, especially not with the sorry sap in the back.”

Being reminded of the body in the trunk, the waitress rolled her neck but finally gritted, “No, nope. Fuck it, I have somewhere better than a hospital. Somewhere far safer for all of us, sealed lips and all.”

“Sure, sure. Take us wherever is best right now, baby cakes.” Tiffany finally softened, an arm on the crook of her elbow. “Only thing I have t’ask is where it is.”

“…Across from a cemetery…one town over or so…” She mulled, then quickly insisted, “A friend of mine, they work as a document runner. Believe me, we can trust them-“

“Oh, that’s nice. Perfect, just what we needed.” Chucky grimaced in a sarcastic bite, but the waitress snapped, “For God’s sake, if I’m your accomplice you could let me fucking finish-” Tiffany gave a downright diabolical look to him, patting the waitress’ arm as she mustered the patience. “…They got a couple doctors for roommates.”

“Oh,” His hands came up in a shrug, “Fine, that’s actually better than I thought.

Let’s make a house call. Sure they’d fuckin’ love that at this time of the night.”

Knock on the door.

From inside the house, the sole person in the kitchen looked up from the counter. First at the door an ocean’s away with the desolate living room seeming so vast; then at the clock on the mantle. Finally, a familiar voice hushing on the other side made them sprout up from their seat, discarding the question of a warrant before entering that had been forming in their mind. Even though no one else was on the main floor with them, they couldn’t help sneaking, the heavy quiet making them very aware of their own footsteps.

Opening the door, their eyes fell, a little disheveled in an expected way for this time of the night but growing in moments at the scene before them. Two women holding a man between them, one of them they recognized like the back of their hand. If there wasn’t a dark stain trailing down the man’s torso, they would’ve been quicker to say hello.

“Is everyone home?” The waitress asked, giving a pointed look from under one of his arms. The courier stammered, “I- They’re…” They looked to one woman, then the other. Finally, the man for only a brief glimpse as they answered more confidently, “They’re downstairs, but I can…Oh my god,come inside.” Forgetting formality, they held the door open.

“Downstairs, like in a basement?” Chucky clarified. Tiffany sighed, “What else could we be talking about, huh? Come on, you’re bleeding all over the porch.”

“Oh yeah, let’s go inside and bleed on the carpet-“ He snarked, his other girlfriend lingering by the door to catch a worrisome glance from the courier. Still, they smirked as she murmured, “I can explain, I promise. Thank you so much. We just couldn’t go to the hospital, you know.”

“Sure, of course.” They assured, nothing else needed to be said as they guided them in. One last look into the street, across it to the cemetery for a beat, then they closed the door behind them.

“Good timing. I had just been up and walking around when you pulled up.” The courier explained, ushering an open jar of peanut butter behind the toaster on the counter, one second upright and another crouched down, opening a drawer where you might expect them to keep the pots. Looking over one shoulder, they offered, “You can take a seat anywhere you’d like, by the way.”

“So, sweets.” Chucky rolled his eyes over to the waitress, and teased, “Do you have multiple pals that happen to be bangin’ a couple doctors, or is this who I think it is? Be honest.” The courier perked up, trying not to smirk. “She’s told you about me?”

Chucky shot a look towards the woman on his left. “All I’m saying is that you told me that you weren’t taking me to the Frankensteins. What do we mean by doctors, exactly?”

The waitress asked, “Do you want to be taken care of without the legal work or not?” and the courier lamented as they set some medical supplies on the counter, “Do we have to word it like that?” The gears continuing to turn in their head as they tore the seal on a bottle of peroxide, they then repeated in a confused tone: “Frankensteins?”

Seeing them busy quickly, even finding a pair of nitrile gloves conveniently stashed with the rest of the supplies and wasting no time to stretch them over their hands, Chucky scoffed, “Well, this whole household’s full of doctors, huh?” They met eyes with him and chirped, “Oh no, I’m a courier for the county, actually.” He gave a look of concern back down to the heavy tear – both through his sweater and doubling down into his skin – above his stomach.

They then hummed, “It’s alright. When you live with people in the business, you learn a little. Believe me, I may not be licensed but I know what I’m doing. I’ve patched up those doctors themselves a few times when they weren’t able to.”

“What, when they burn their hand on the stove or something?” Chucky scoffed, getting a small laugh from the courier. “Sure, or when they stub their toe on a doorframe.” They went along with it, shrugging casually but their smile slightly bent into a disguised grimace.

Chucky sighed, half from the load off he took on a barstool by the counter and half by the return of his humor. “Sure. Just like everyone here, you also know a thing or two about all that necromancy garbo, too. I know a sadist when I see one.”

The courier’s kind eyes grew wide. “Oh, did she tell you about that, or…?” They met eyes again, both confused now. He mumbled out, “…No? No, I was- I was joking, buddy.”

Before they could rewind their terrified expression, a door opening down the hall towards the right side of the house made their head snap towards it. They dropped the gauze from their hands into Tiffany’s lap. She merely watched in shock as the poor thing nearly lost balance shooting around the counter.

“The boys must be in.” Tiffany mused, one hand resuming the work they had been doing but still giving a curious glance towards the doorway where they had slipped out of sight.

Hushed conversation. The courier begging with a quiet, “please” was all they caught before they slipped back around the doorway and cleared their throat so all three people in the kitchen looked over. There were emerging figures from the hall, still shrouded in the deep dark of the corridor but still clear enough to see that one was taller, lankier while the other had a pair of metallic-framed glasses.

“These are friends of mine. They ran into some trouble and just needed the help.” The courier explained, “Friends, these are my partners.” The two men finally followed as they walked back in, the light showing their faces far better. The taller one was quick to react, giving a confused nod before his eyes settled on the blood seeping across the counter, finding the source and immediately softening in stature at the sight, concern making him antsy in how he stood behind the other two. His counterpart was far less disposed to it, still giving a close look to the courier, a raise of the eyebrows when they locked stares in a silent ask of ‘All this, and you brought them inside?’

“Oh, that one’s definitely a freak.” Chucky cringed under his breath, both of his girlfriends slapping hands over their own mouths and then his with the free ones. The courier disregarded it, ignoring the offense from one man by saying his name. “Herbert, Dan. This is a friend I meet up with every Thursday after late runs, and … her partners. Chucky and Tiffany?” Looking in a silent question to the other two just to be safe, both silently greeted in affirmation.

“Sorry about the blood, you guys. I know tricks on how to get it out of linoleum if you need.” Tiffany mentioned to them as both men tried to find their place in the scene unfolding. Dan quickly responded, shaking his head hurriedly and trying to crack an edgeless smile for her, “Oh, we got cleanup down well. I, uh- “ He gestured to the courier, “They get nosebleeds a lot, actually. Don’t you, honey?” Briefly pecking each other on the lips, the courier put a hand to Dan’s lower back and commented, “Yeah, about that. They know we do more than nosebleeds around here.”

“They what?” Herbert turned from the counter, paused in his movement to find some gauze. He even held it close to one shoulder, like he was about to abstain from the entire ordeal, but Dan quickly snatched it from him. Knowing there were more pressing matters, he came around the counter and asked Chucky, “How did you manage something so bloody? At this time of night, too?”

“Believe me, it’s better you don’t ask. What’s important is making sure I don’t die around your boyfriend over there.” Chucky grimaced, earning a suppressed glance from the man.

Herbert snorted at that, the courier cringing to themselves as Dan assured him, “Come on, you’re not doing that. You haven’t lost enough blood to die, I promise.” The courier then added kindly, “You’d need a lot more than that, actually.”

“I’m sure stranger things have happened,” Herbert warned, making Dan finally frown over at him as the courier hissed, “Enough.”

Chucky groaned, “For Christ’s sake, I think I know where this caravan is going. We all kill people, or at least know about the whole murder ordeal, so let’s stop being a bunch of pusses while we have this small talk, huh?”

“Kill people?” Dan echoed, half terrified of the mere mention but trying to disguise it as confusion.

“Oh, murder?” The word stained Herbert’s tongue, like a bad burn, “Is that what you call it?”

The courier scoffed at him, “I didn’t give them that word.” Giving a pointed look back, like they were growing exasperated from the assumptions, they silently resolved the issue and looked back to the others.

“Huh, we seem to know a little more ‘bout each other than I thought. Have you been yapping, too?” Tiffany then asked the waitress, crossing her arms to make the other woman huff, “Not…not anything specific about what you and Chuck do for a living, if that’s what you mean.”

“Well, we can understand now, can’t we?” Herbert piped up again, the courier handing him a pair of gloves as he now joined the small circle forming in the center of the room, “We don’t need to be so discrete: If you must know, I met Daniel in a morgue and the other one sneaking around two nights after they had moved in.” Even though it was a bit rude, the courier seemed tickled by the use of the other one, and when Tiffany noticed with a narrow of her eyes they whispered, “Long story.”

The right man for the job, Dan closed in as the one in charge of patching Chucky up. Herbert watched in a thinly veiled , but was soon distracted by the courier, who mosied over and took his fiddling hands. He gave them a tough look, but it was ignored in favor of peppering a soft kiss to one knuckle, whispering something that made him roll his eyes but finally release the tension in his hands and let them rest on his sides.

He fell far more content with watching, their chin on his shoulder as they mouthed, “God, he’s handsome, isn’t he?” Herbert didn’t respond, but a contemplative glance back over at Dan was all the courier needed to smile a little. They met eyes with the waitress, and they couldn’t help but feel some sort of strangely placed perfection in how they acted with the two misfits that had emerged from the depths of this strange little house in the middle of some desolate valley of silence and almost crypt-like complacency.

The waitress then turned her attention back to her own two. Tiffany had been idly speaking with Dan, but as soon as the awful gash in Chucky’s side was no longer visible under a healthy layer of gauze she was looking at him.

Dan finally gave them space, nodding one last time before walking over to the sink to wash his hands, meeting the other two there. Putting a hand on his shoulder, the waitress grinned as they shared a kiss themselves as Tiffany huffed, “Very nice work, Dan. My man’s almost good as new. If only you could fix that clunky chip on his shoulder.” Chucky made a face, and muttered, “Keep talking like that, and I’m running away with this one.” The waitress giggled, slapping him on the shoulder playfully as he pulled her into the two of them, giving her a kiss as well. A dim thought fell over her, and her smile faded as she murmured, “Well, now we just need to scrap the body that’s still in the car.”

There was a plastic clatter on the counter over by the sink, the triad looking at them while Dan slowly turned off the water. “You guys brought the body?” The courier gasped, and Chucky shrugged, “What, were we supposed to leave it out in the open with our fingerprints all over it?”

Tiffany then pointed out, “Well, we’re by a cemetery, we can just find a hole in the ground and take care of it.” She looked at Dan, who was shooting a gaze to the living room with the window pointing towards the graveyard. “You guys know a good spot for that, I suppose?”

“Body disposal?” Dan murmured, letting one of his dry hands slip around the courier’s hip, having them fit snug against him. Chucky jutted his chin towards him. “What, are any of you gonna say something?”

Tiffany then sighed, “Whether it’s burying the guy, dissolvin’ him in a bathtub like you see in those over-the-top crime shows…I dunno, we just need it gone one way or another, so we all don’t go to jail.” The courier gave a careful look to the hem of their shirt, streaked a bit with blood that had been lingering on someone’s hand while they had brushed past them.

Finally, Dan offered, “Well…we can help with that, too. I-If you want, I mean- we know how difficult…” Listening to him stumble, the courier’s arm came up to press their fingers into his back in mute support, “It can be to get rid of evid- Bodies, all of that stuff.” He finally swallowed his last thoughts, looking down at the tile floor with an almost ill look on his face.

Herbert stopped rubbing the smudges from his glasses, placing them back on his face. When he got another uncertain glance from the waitress, he then mused more to his partners than them with an amused tone.

“Yes, I think that can be arranged.”

Tiffany beamed, “Great, so it’s a double date?”

The courier looked over at the waitress, and instead of anxiety, confusion, worry… There was a glimmer of mischief on the way they pursed their lips. It was more to hide a smirk than to express discomfort, and the waitress had to put a hand over their mouth to hide the matching smile.

It was dangerous; they had a match made in Hell and they weren’t sorry about it.

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

parents meeting when they take their kids to class au with Harriet & Anthony but the kids are CJ and Dizzy. Throw in any other character you want for drama, convenience, or funsies.

Here you go!

It sounded like a first meeting prompt to me, which doesn’t work in canon, so I had to show it into an AU.

...The vaguely 1920 mafia AU for which I still didn’t do any research because I don’t have energy for that, okay? I do however have vibes and the vibes are great and I love my silly AU <3

I also added Ginny Gothel, for Reasons. (Ehm, mutually destructive threesome, ehm.)

Btw it is important for you to know that Harriet and Anthony are using Formal You for eachother the whole time.

Now, please enjoy!

Harriet steps onto the school grounds in one of her best dresses, with just a hint of black. It’s not too long since her first husband oh so tragically passed away, and black <i>does</i> look good on her.

It’s never too early to start looking for new options, especially for such a young widow as herself…

Harriet smirks a bit at that thought.

Nevermind that she’s in fact only there to invite her younger sister to her second wedding – the groom won’t be a problem soon enough, Harriet is sure. Older, the owner of a match factory, has been smoking all his life… He had it coming for quite a while, really, Harriet would say.

She reaches out her hand and rings at the bell by the gate, again. This is definitely not the high end institution that she (by the courtesy of her late husband,be the earth light to him) is paying for.

The thought that the staff might not be coming to greet her because she chose to come in the middle of the morning, and thus the school day, didn't cross her mind. Harriet did not care for time.

She rings again, mostly just to do something.

Time definitely passes (and Harriet hates it).

Finally, someone comes, an older lady. Probably a secretary or something, maybe a janitor. She’s wearing a dress-suit that does not flatter her at all.

She introduces herself to distracted Harriet, who does not care, thank you for asking, and starts apologising and chattering away: „I’m sorry for the inconvenience, really awfully sorry, we didn’t expect you here, miss– …ehm, …ma’am?“

Harriet smiles at the woman. She likes being called like this.

„Hook,“ she says, „Harriet Hook, though it will be Kensington soon.“ Harriet flashes off the abundantly expensive diamond ring on her finger. „I’m here to speak with my sister?“

„Your sister, ma’am?“

„Yes.“ Well, now the woman is just playing dumb, and Harriet has no patience for that. She throws her hair over her shoulder and continues:

„My sister. Calista Jane Hook. I need to speak with her.“

„She’s in her classes right now?“ the woman more asks that says, and Harriet could swear she heard her whisper „hopefully“ under her breath, but also:

„I don’t care,“ she says with as much dramatics as she can muster; if she had a watch, she’d check it right now.

„I need to speak with my sister.“

The nice school lady gulps nervously and Harriet smiles at her.

„Yes, yes, of course. If you’d wait a few moments, ma’am, I’ll fetch her for you.“

The woman turns to leave and Harriet raises a single eyebrow: She does not have the shoes for waiting by the gate, thank you.

„Sorry. Sorry, if you’d follow me?“

„Well, since you’re asking so nicely…“ drawls Harriet and follows into the institution.

She finds herself seated by a small office, which the lady has the audacity to call a saloon. As if. Harriet sits down regardless and allows the lady to flutter away, muttering something that Harriet doesn’t care to hear.

She’s quite preoccupied, you see: There was another person in the room already.

A young gentleman in a tailored if a bit faded suit stands up and greets her with a slight bow of his head.

She nods at him too, her eyes lingering a bit. (He sees and notices and Harriet almost blushes which is absolutely unbecoming.)

She steps closer and extend her hand to him, introducing herself to him, her rings and bracelets shining in the dim light; he presses a light kiss to her knuckles, barely a brush of the lips, and replies:

„I’m Lord Anthony Tremaine, the pleasure is all mine.“

A lord?

Interesting.

Harriet wouldn’t have thought this man a lord, but then again, barely anyone would call her a killer. Life is full of surprises, isn’t it?

The man stays standing, only as close as the etiquette allows, obviously, and asks her:

„What brings you here today?“

„I’ve come to talk to my younger sister,“ Harriet idly plays with her ring (the one that contained an exact lethal dosis of arsenic about three months ago), „Invite her to a family celebration, you see?“

Now, Harriet won’t tell the attractive stranger that she’s getting married, will she now?

„And you?“

„Oh, likewise,“ he replies and she can see him lying through his teeth. Interesting.

Nice young gentlemans shouldn’t lie.

Harriet smiles at him and ignores the way his eyes linger on her lips.

„Miserable weather, isn’t it?“ she says idly and he is quick to agree, glad not to linger on family matters any more.

They settle into a polite conversation, way more intriguing than any conversation with a lord has the right to be, up until steps and voices in the hall interrupt them.

A pouting ginger girl comes into the room first, escorted by the lady that greeted Harriet earlier, and immediately bolts to Anthony, hugging him around the waist and muttering something like „But do I have to?“

Harriet looks at him and raises her eyebrow at the way he smiles at the girl, just a small curve to his lips, really–

„Right,“ he clears his throat, „This is my cousin, Desdemona Tremaine. Desdemona, this is Harriet Hook. Greet her.“

The girl steps away and does a very hasty curtsy, looking in between them the whole time, and then beams: „I go by Dizzy actually!“

At that, Anthony quite helplessly shrugs his shoulders, like, what can one do?

…What can one do, really?

Especially since Harriet can already hear her younger sister, kicking up a fuss as she’s escorted to the room by two (!) teachers, one of which looks mildly… Irate.

Yes, that would be the word.

She doesn’t run to hug her, and, gods, she has soot on her cheek.

„I’m guessing that one is yours?“ Anthony says, voice barely above a whisper.

„Yes,“ sighs Harriet, loud enough for CJ to hear clearly, „Unfortunately.“

Then she raises her voice: „Calista Jane. What did you do?“

„Nothing!“ comes the swift and defiant and definitely pouty answer.

Harriet gives her sister a glare, that means „Really?!“ and „I call bullshit,“ and „Keep talking at me, I want to hear what that handsome man over there is saying and not look like I’m eavesdropping even though that’s most definitely what I’m doing.“

…Though the last one might have been more of a predetermined hand gesture, but figures. Calista Jane caught it and keeps chattering at her, likely driving her teachers crazy, and Harriet is left to eavesdrop in relative peace.

(„But Anthony! I don’t want to leave here!“

„You have to, little princess. You have to.“

„But I don’t want to! I like it here, I have friends here!“

„Your grandmother wants you home.“

„But I don’t want to go home!“ The girl is whining by now, and Anthony lowers his voice and god damn it, Harriet wants to look at him. (She doesn’t.)

„I know, but– Listen, Desdemona. Dizzy. We… We don’t have the money to pay for your school right now. We’ll get it soon, I promise, but… You have to come home with me now.“

„But… But I don’t want to…“

„I know–“)

Harriet risks a glance at the man hugging his younger cousin, just a quick look, really, barely a heartbeat– before focusing on her sister. Just in time, it seems:

„…And that’s why absolutely nothing that happened in the lab was my fault!“ finishes CJ rather triumphantly. She smirks as her eyes flicker between Harriet and Anthony, and Harriet shakes her head a little. Not him. No–

No.

CJ smirks even more.

„Yes, yes,“ dismisses Harriet, to the eternal horror of one of the teachers and the secretary, „Not your fault whatsoever, I’m sure.“

She wrings her hands in a gesture that means „We <i>will</i> talk about this later and CJ pouts at her.

Not paying that any mind, Harriet hands her sister the wedding invitation, hand-written on heavy paper and paid for by the groom-to-be, of course.

CJ snatches it and scans the text with eager eyes. She always liked shiny things.

She looks up, her eyes flickering between Harriet and Anthony again, and then she switches languages:

„Is he rich?“ she asks in Latin, and Harriet just hopes the Tremaine lord doesn't understand that, or isn't listening at the very least. 

She smirks and answers regardless: „Filthy rich.“

„Good for you! Will I be invited to the funeral too?“ CJ beams.

„Obviously.“

CJ, still smiling maniacally, switches back to English again:

„Oh Ettie! I need a new dress!“

„No you don't–“ Harriet quickly refuses, ignoring the numerous recent additions to her own wardrobe and jewellery box.

„Yes! I absolutely do!“ CJ drops her voice to entirely inconspicuous whisper, „Once in a lifetime occasion and all that…“

„Calista Jane–“

„Come on, Ettie, pretty please! I really need them! For school!“

„Your school has you wearing uniforms, Calista.“ 

Extremely distasteful piece of clothing, that, but. Small rules must be followed occasionally, to keep up the appearances.

CJ pouts to let everyone know what she thinks about rules in general and uniforms in particular (she isn't wearing hers anyway), and then adds:

„I don't wanna be there anyway.“

„Sounds like a you problem to me,“ says Harriet, her eyes gliding from Anthony to one of the teachers, the only person in the room who appears to be having a good time besides CJ. She's smiling slightly, only a slight curve to her lips, and Harriet likes the glint in her eyes. She watches her winding up her curls around her index finger and then letting it bounce back up.

„Harriet!“ 

Harriet blinks as her sister snaps her fingers in front of her face.

„Harry doesn't have to go to school anymore, so why do I have to?!“

…Yeah, that would be because Harry didn't ask. He run away to roam the streets with some girl, who, quite coincidentally, seems to be running a gang. Harriet has seen him once since her first wedding, when he and the girl delivered her the arsenic more swiftly than she could hope for otherwise.

All in all, Harry has fallen in with the uglier part of Auradon City Underworld, and has no intention of leaving.

Just as Harriet has no intentions of telling her younger sister about the vivacious criminal street life right now.

…He also might or might not have opened a highly illegal alcohol-bar, which CJ also doesn’t need to know. Yet. It’s not like she could make any useful connections at high-end, highly exclusive privileged-girls-only internate school, is it now?

„Harry is older than you,“ Harriet says instead.

CJ doesn't argue, thankfully.

Well, for the moment, at least, likely rendered speechless by the flawless argument, but Harriet doesn’t want to give her a chance to start.

„So,“ She claps her hands, „If that’s all, I'll be on my way.“

She hopes Anthony stops her, though, and maybe invites her for a tea or something. Yeah, tea would be nice.

It’s not Anthony who stops her.

It is a rather furious whispering of the teachers that has Harriet frozen on the spot, and making a long face into the doors.

She could leave anyway.

„Ma’am?“

But that would be rude, wouldn’t it, and Harriet Hook cannot afford to be seen as rude. Too much, anyway.

„Yes?“ Harriet turns around with a fake smile with too much teeth that would make smarter people run; come to think of it, the youngest teacher <i>does</i> look like she wants to run.

Good for her.

The others just look like they’d like to be away from CJ’s general vicinity, which is the general state of being.

„While you are here, ma’am, we hoped to go over some things relating to your sister, if that’s all right.“ The lady does not wait for an answer, which is just crude, and instead motions to the youngest teacher. You know, the pretty one, with the survival instincts?

„Ginevra here will go over some of the concerns we have with you.“

Consequently, Harriet might or might not stared at Ginevra with her curly hair and murderous stare so hard that she didn’t notice the other staff leaving nor Anthony shushing his cousin to listen in. She did notice her sister’s giggles, though.

She shakes her head, her own curls bouncing around her shoulders, and extremely subtly gives CJ the middle finger. Manners, you see.

„Will we be discussing Desdemona’s progress here as well?“ asks Anthony, voice cold and deep but curious, „And might we get your name, miss…?“

„Right,“ the woman taps at her clavicle, thus causing Harriet to look somewhere else too. Before she can look away, CJ subtly hits her, and, judging by the quiet „ow,“ Dizzy does the same for her cousin.

Interesting.

Harriet will not be thinking of that.

„Right,“ the teacher repeats, „I’m Ginevra Gothel and–“

–And Harriet Hook almost chokes on pure air.

„Gothel?! That Gothel?!“ she gets out just as the young Tremaine Lord recovers from his coughing fit and asks the same damn question!

Harriet would like to know why the interesting handsome young lord knows who Gothel is, please and thank you.

She wouldn't put him down as the type to recognise the name of a human trafficker, even as famed as Gothel is. Well, famed.

That bitch usually just goes by „Mother,“.

Gothel widens her eyes at them and frantically gestures towards the door: Not now!

From which Harriet concludes that she is, in fact, that Gothel, (Wasn’t she older?), and that she is leaving immediately. And CJ is too, tuition fee be damned.

She grabs CJ’s wrist hard enough to bruise and across the room, Anthony brings his cousin close.

„I’m– I’m not that Gothel,“ her voice drops, „I’m her daughter, okay? I run away. Please, don’t tell?“

She’s looking around the eyes with wide eyes and a strand of her hair curled around her index finger and god damn it–

„Ettie?“ CJ quips up, „She’s the best teacher there. My favourite teacher.“ (Calista Jane is making the exact same doe eyes as Gothel.)

„Don’t make them fire her?“

Harriet looks at her sister:

„Well, as long as she makes you go to the school…,“ she drawls.

She looks back at Gothel’s daughter, eyes as cold as she can manage:

„We <i>will</i> talk about this,“ she assures her, and Anthony (!) agrees from the other side of the room, one arm still protectively around Dizzy (!!).

„That we will,“ he says, stone and steel. 

(Damn it, damn it damn it–)

„So, you know,“ shrugs Harriet nonchalantly, throwing her hair over her shoulder, „If you want to live, meet me Saturday six o’clocks by the Revenge.“

With that, Harriet Hook leaves the dreadful institute, and by all that is holy, does she hope they’ll both turn up.

If not, well. 

She can track them down.

It’s not like she has anything to do besides marriage planning, and funeral arrangements.

As she leaves, she can hear Ginevra Gothel telling her colleagues that she agreed to sort everything school-related with her over the weekend, how kind of her, right?

She turns around to wave at everyone and glare at CJ a bit, just so she wouldn’t think she’d get away with whatever happened at the labs.

„See you soon, Harriet Hook!“ Anthony Tremaine calls after her and why, yes, this visit was certainly something.

Do not listen to the childish giggles of the girls, please.

[aquamarinedivination]

hey! nice to meet you♡ i saw you open for free general reading, can i ask what my spirit guides want to tell me about my current energy? because mentally/psychologically it is been really hard for me, so i think i need a little bit reassurance from my spirit guides♡ btw my initial is AA. thank you so much for your help i am really appreciate you♡

Hello love! Thank you for your patience<3

You are lovable (camellia flower)— “love who you are, as you’re created perfectly. Everything about your true self is beautiful.”

Sometimes we get into the headspace where we feel we are not good enough or even sometimes too much to handle. However, that could be further from the truth and your guides want to reassure you of that. If you feel like you cannot talk to someone or rely on someone at this moment, then rely on your spirit guides to help you during this difficult time. Just remember that you are not alone and that you are loved regardless of what is going on mentally or emotionally. Just know that everything about you is beautiful, even if it doesn’t seem like it at the moment. You do not need to wear a mask or put on a facade to be loved either.

I hope this helps<3

[royalbounds]

( 𝙏𝙒: 𝘽𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙, 𝙞𝙣𝙟𝙪𝙧𝙮 ) starter call // @playfulcrow​

                               ❛ ━━━━━━･ ☾ ✦ ☽ ･ ━━━━━━ ❜

What a careless, silly old trick. Yet, she fell for it. She was so, so ireful. This was meant to be an easy fight, but she could only guess they got tired of their old tricks failing and decided to add a little surprise, albeit a common one. The vampires were equipped with minor explosives, embedded and stitched into their own stomachs. Something was off from the very beginning, she should have trusted her gut over it. But now she was missing half of it, a nasty, deep wound at her side, she didn’t dare look at it, all she knew was that she was bleeding with no signs of stopping, there was no life force nearby, and if this kept up she would end up slumbering in the middle of nowhere, only to get preyed on. After all, that’s what they sought, sweet, pure blood that would grant a ticket to an extended life.   What a bunch of suicidal fools. 

Dying wasn’t an option, moving wasn’t an option, & she just couldn’t heal this thing! Her chest heaved, steadily, but her bloodshot eyes didn’t seem under control at all. This was her first time tasting death, it was bitter, needless to say, she wouldn’t do it again if she survived. 

 At the brink of exhaustion, she saw the tall figure of a man heading her way, a scent unlike any other, it wasn’t human, it wasn’t like her either. Normally, she would run from it, but all she could manage was drag her legs closer to her own body, but what could she hope to protect? Artemis laid by her side, a weapon useless with no wielder. 

  ❝ You...  ❞ his ebony eyes were alien to her, devoid of emotion as they seemed the closer he got. She struggled to get the rest of her sentence out, swallowing the bit of blood that had gathered in her throat.  ❝ Are you here for me..?   ❞

[thehollowwriter]

light green petal and fluffly cloud with Floyd? (congrats on 200 followers btw!!)

Thank you very much! Yes, Floyd fluff!

Note that in this story, the clocks count down till when you meet your soulmate face to face, not just when they pass by or when you catch a glimpse of them.

(Pls reblog and leave a comment ❤)

One Light Green Petal And One Fluffy Cloud

▪Floyd is not a patient person

▪ He can't even wait for the microwave to heat up his food sometimes

▪ So staring at the clock embedded in his wrist is utter torture.

▪ Ever since he was small, he would spend hours staring at it and shifting around, impatient for meeting his soulmate

▪ However, with all the chaos that had been happening in his late teen years (Mostro Lounge, Riddle, overblots), he had kinda forgot about the clock

▪ So imagine his utter shock when he remembers and looks at his clock and realises he is going to meet you in 24 hours

▪ This man is absolutely ecstatic, and he talked Jade's ears off all day about it

▪ When the next day arrives, he is not even trying to contain his excitement.

Floyd wouldn't stop looking at his clock, moving around and tapping his feet as he sat in the mirror chamber next to Jade. "Ngh, this is boring! One hour until I meet them!"

Jade sighed and patted his back. "The ceremony is only an hour. They're a first year, so they might be in Octavinelle." Floyd clapped his hands. "Ooohh I hope so. I bet they'd look adorable and squeezable in the dorm uniform!"

The ceremony dragged on forever. Floyd was antsy, and his constant leg jiggling or feet tapping was staring to annoy some people, although they were silenced with a glare.

"Tak-ing. Too. Long." Jade sighed again. "Patience, Floyd, you're meeting them in three minutes." "Neee that's too long, Jade."

The moment the entrance ceremony ended, Floyd was out of his seat. He looked around frantically, his breathing getting heavier and his heart beating faster.

One minute.

Forty seconds.

Twenty seconds.

Ten seconds.

Floyd swerved to avoid a group of smallfry, repeatedly glancing at his clock.

Three

Two

One

Floyd crashed into someone. He looked down, a growl rising from the back of his throat, but stopped when he saw their wide eyes and amazed smile. He looked at his clock.

Zero

"Oh-!" Without a second thought, Floyd swooped you into his arms and grinned. "My soulmate! My precious Seashell!" You were still trying to process what was happening when he pressed his open palm against yours. The tips of your fingers barely reached his. "You're so small... ehehe, you're tiiinnyyy. Don't worry, I'll protect you."

You gaped at him. You knew you'd meet your soulmate after being sorted into a dorm, therefore you knew it would be an NRC student, but you didn't expect him to behave like... this!

"I..I... who are you?" "I'm Floyd! Floyd Leech! Nice to meet you, little Seashell!" You wanted to tell him to stop calling you that and put you down, but he was so... happy.

"Finally, you're here! Seventeen years is sooo long!" Floyd began walking out of the Mirror Chamber. "C'mon, I'm gonna take you to my room!" "H-Hang on, wait!"

***

After that long strenuous snuggle session, you came to realise that being dragged to cuddle would be a regular thing, so you gave up on fighting Floyd.

At the moment, you were in his arms yet again. You rolled your eyes and half-heartedly punched him on the shoulder. "I need to study, Floyd."

"Ne, studying's booriiinnggg." Floyd drawled. "We're gonna cuddle."

He kicked the door open, walked inside, and then kicked it shut again.

You were placed on the bed and immediately crushed with a squeeze. Floyd pulled you flushagainst his chest and buried his nose in your hair. "So tiny and soft..." He sighed. "I love you so much, Seashell..." You smiled. "I love you too, Floyd."

Silence reigned for a few minutes, then...

"Floyd."

"Mmm?"

"I need to pee."

"Noooooo!"

-END

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A/N: Fluff fluff and more fluff! Octavinelle is my favourite dorm if you didn't notice haha...

Tagging: @honey-milk-depresso @twstlibrary

[rockinnrollin]

Surprise!

Hey I saw your requests were still open and was wondering if you could write something fluffy for sav? btw ily 😍

A/N: Hello everyone! Thank you for having patience with me, I'm trying to get my shit together I promise!

No warnings, just fluff with Sav!

Rick Savage x Reader

500 odd words xx

not my gif!!

The only thing on your mind was Sav. He had been on tour for the whole summer and due to your own work commitments you couldn't fly out and see him. He called you every single day, and you answered day or night. You couldn't not answer his calls.

He had given you a message that read 'I'm about to board the flight home, see you soon love. xx' at 8pm. After doing some math you figured out he would land home in Sheffield at 7am, so being the cute wife you were, you decided to meet him at the airport to pick him up.

Your alarm was blaring in your ear at 6am, far too early for you, but not too early for Sav. You got yourself together and headed for the airport with Diamond Star Halos keeping you entertained.

At 7am sharp he messaged you again, 'That's the plane landed, I'll be home soon. xx'

The second you got the message you stepped out the car and headed in to find your husband.

You stood waiting near the front of the gate in hopes that he would see you waiting for him, ready to finally take him home.

People started walking past you away to meet their own loved ones and you couldn't help but feel a little jealous. You were looking at another couple reuniting and you felt a wave of sadness and guilt. What if you were at the wrong gate? What if you missed him walking by? What if-

There was a pair of arms grabbing you from behind, you were ready to scream until you realised whos arm they were.

"Sav!" You turned around to face him and there he was smiling right back at you.

"This is a nice surprise!" He said into your neck.

"I've got the car outside, lets go." You told him.

He took a hold of your hand and grabbed his bag with the other as you lead him out to the car.

"Diamond Star Halos huh?" He asked you as you started to pull out of the parking space.

"You sound shocked."

"No no, just.. touched I suppose." He said, putting his hand over yours on the gear stick.

When you got home Sav headed straight for the bedroom, leaving his bags at the bottom of the stairs. You followed him up and he was already laid on the bed in nothing but his joggers.

"C'mere love." He said to you holding his arm out. You lay down beside him putting your arms around him and kissing his bicep.

"I've missed you so much Sav." You whispered to him, the room was silent apart from his heartbeat in your ear.

"I missed you too my love, you're coming next time." He said, kissing the top of your head.

"Missed you alot at night too." He said with that look on his face.

"Sleep first Sav, don't want you passing out on top of me" you giggled.

"Alright, I love you Y/N." He said while pulling you closer.

"I love you too Sav."

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Your grace! Bless us with a Natasha x reader where the team is invited to a wedding by a close friend of Tony’s. Then when the bridal bouquet is thrown, the bride throws it too hard where reader accidentally catches it and the team is just going “Oooooh!” And reader is like “I’m not even in a relationship!” But the team know in secret that reader and Natasha have feelings for each other but are too dumb to know. Just funniness and fluff! 🥰😍 (Your writing is brilliant btw!)

I loved this request!! I hope i did it justice <3

it’s a wedding thing

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

^idk Nat, you tell me^

Summary: When the Avengers get invited to a close friend of Tony's wedding, what hidden feelings will surface? What relationships will bloom? Who will be the next bride?

Warnings: none!

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“Alright gang, this one’s for all of us, we all listening?”

A cluster of ‘yes’ ‘go on’ ‘come on Tony’ filled the room, everyone eager to hear what the fancy envelope held inside. It was amusing to watch Tony take advantage of everyone’s excitement, slowly peeling the envelope, gasping when he pulled the letter out of the casing slightly, not letting anyone else see what was written on it.

You, Natasha and Wanda all seemed to share a look of amusement at the dramatics and the almost visible frustration coming off of everyone. It was like watching children try to wait patiently for sweets in a shop, almost completely off of their seats. It wasn’t until Tony noticed that Pepper was giving him a warning look, that he, begrudgingly, hurried up and announced what was written on the letter.

“Wow. Caleb’s getting married.” He spoke, eyebrows raised in surprise. “And he’s invited the team.”

“Well, I’m not going.” A voice spoke from the corner of the room, clearly un-amused by what was currently going on.

“Luckily for you, I don’t see ‘reindeer games’ anywhere on the invitation. So you’re off the hook.” He replied with a tight lipped smile, Thor had been visiting recently to see Jane and pay the avengers a visit and wanted to bring Loki to meet her.

‘A pleasant trip’ Thor said.

‘A living hell’ Tony corrected.

It got a laugh out of the team though. Nat and I especially. We’d spent the last couple of nights in each other’s bedrooms, making a list about our favourite moments through the day where Tony and Loki clashed, making stupid insults towards the other. I think it’s safe to say that we went through multiple bags of popcorn over the nights, though you were both thankful it was there, it was the only thing muffling the laughter, if it hadn't, you’re almost certain the entire compound would have woken up at the sound of our laughter.

You nudged Natasha’s side gently, the bicker between the two men still continuing.

“Hey, Nat.” She turned and tilted her head questioningly.

“So we know how a physical fight between those two worked out. But, if they had to compete in a rap battle, who do you think would win?”

Her face immediately lit up, eyes sparkling which only enhanced their beauty, you could almost feel the cogs turning in her head, trying to go through every logical option.

“Well. Loki seems pretty well spoken, so vocabulary wise, I think he’d be strong. But Tony is sarcastic which can help with quick quips. But then again, Loki-”

“Hey lovebirds, Romanoff, Y/L/N” Tony clicked his fingers, earning himself a pair of eyerolls at the term he’d used. “Anything you wanna share with the team, or can we move on?”

“Actually-”

“Overridden. Moving on.”

You looked towards Natasha, snickering slightly at how blunt he’s being, Loki having found his way under his skin again. A part of you felt bad for the man, but that feeling is soon replaced by amusement. It was obvious Nat felt the same way, her sharing the same expression as you, although, you could hide yours much better. She had to physically put her hand over her mouth in the hopes the man wouldn’t notice her.

“So, the wedding is next week, a little short notice but when do we ever have enough notice, who’s in?”

Looking around the room, there were a handful of nods, each looking to see who else was going to go. You looked towards Nat again to see if she was planning on attending, only to find her already staring at you.

“So Y/L/N, up for a wedding?”

“It would be a nice change of pace. Are you going?”

“Only if you are” You blushed slightly at the response.

“Better get your nicest dress on Romanoff.” You winked, her turn to blush and focus back on what the rest of the group was saying.

“It’s probably easy if I list couples first on the RSVP and then the singles.” Tony took a glance around the table, mentally taking note of those who had shown signs of agreement. “So there’ll be Wanda and Vision, Legolas and his wife, Romanoff and Y/L/N, Thor and Jane-” You felt your face morph into one of confusion.

“Woah woah, Tony, back up, what did you say?”

“Thor and Jane, they’re-”

“Before that.”

“I’ve said this before Y/N, Legolas isn’t actually real. I meant Clint.”

“Very funny.” He held a proud smirk. “Romanoff and I aren’t a couple”

You wish.

“That’s not what Rogers said when he saw you both cuddling up on the sofa last night.” Before you had a chance to look in Steve’s direction, you could practically feel the daggers Nat was sending him, making his face cringe slightly and his back straighten.

“That’s what Rogers said, is it?” She spoke, tilting her head in question. You knew she was partly joking, but you’d still decided to intervene before anyone lost any limbs.

“My head fell onto her shoulder when I dozed off during our movie. It wasn’t ‘cuddling’ , thank you very much.” You laughed, internally wishing that Steve’s words were true.

“See? So cut it out.” Steve put his hands up in surrender, despite having a cheeky grin on his face.

“Okay okay. Fine!” The billionaire said, writing something on the envelope. “I’ll just put ‘couple pending’” He muttered

“Stark!”

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You and the girls had just come back from dress shopping, all three of you had spent the whole day in and out of different shops, hours in dressing rooms and your voices were almost completely gone with how often you were telling each other, ‘that looks stunning’ ‘that’s the one!’ and the most common one by the end of the trip; ‘please just pick a dress so we can go home and nap’. That one was from our very own black widow, her patience wore a little thin after 8 hours of staring at dresses.

You had gone through all the colours and styles while you were out, ranging from classy jumpsuits to figure hugging dresses that felt like a second skin. Wanda and Natasha had chosen their dresses and were eager to find you one, and what a mission that was.

“I promise you, we’re not going home until we find this dress, okay?”

“Wanda’s right. We’ll stay out until they all shut if we have to. But, let’s make that a last resort.” Natasha eyed you both warily.

You’d been walking around for hours now. Each dress you tried on had potential, but there was always something that didn’t sit right with you. It was either too baggy, too tight, the cut wasn’t appealing, the length wasn’t ideal, it was starting to feel hopeless. You’d even suggested just going in your pyjamas, but Wanda’s death glare had made it clear that wasn’t an option.

You and Natasha were both dragging your feet, Wanda still having a slight spring in her step as you walked into the final shop and picking up a couple of dresses before then going into the dressing room to try them on.

The first two were okay, but you weren’t a fan. Then there was the third one. The third one was a gorgeous Y/F/C dress that fell just past your knees, it had thin straps and the skirt was simple and loose so that when you spun around in it, you felt like a princess. You looked in the mirror and you adored the reflection, you still wanted the others opinions though, though you didn’t doubt that they’d feel the same way.

Pulling the curtain back and gaining their attention from where they were looking elsewhere, you smiled when you saw their reaction, more specifically, Natasha’s. Wanda was complimentary, walking up and feeling the fabric, gushing about how beautiful you looked, but you barely heard it, too focused on the redhead sitting in front of you, her eyes glazed over and her jaw almost on the floor, completely zoned out on you.

“This dress is it, Y/N, you have to get it! Nat? What do you think?” Her head shook, bringing herself back to reality and briefly meeting your eyes, only to quickly dart between You, Wanda and your dress in an attempt to compose herself.

“Yeah, I mean, wow, you look- wow.” Her hands flailed in your direction. You’d knocked the assassin speechless. Wanda rolled her eyes playfully at the interaction. She’d known about you and Nat’s feelings for each other for a month or two now, silently cursing the both of you when there was an opportunity to confess, yet never did. It was obvious to the rest of the team, why were neither of you picking up on it?

Keeping quiet, she ushered you back into the changing room, much to Natasha’s relief, both because she wanted to head back to the compound and she wasn’t sure how much longer she would’ve lasted seeing you standing there looking literally flawless. She always thought you looked amazing, but there was something about the way you looked in front of her just then that made her brain feel like a haze.

It was pretty safe to say,

You bought the dress.

Collapsing on your bed, dropping your bags to the side and letting out a loud sigh, you heard your door shut and someone fall into the chair by the window. You already knew who it was.

“I’m exhausted.” The woman groaned, rubbing her hands up and down her face to attempt to physically remove the tiredness from her body.

“Sorry for dragging you around for so long, I just-”

“Hey, no, don’t apologise for that. We all said we’d find the perfect dress, and it was worth the wait.” Heat rose to your cheeks at her words.

“You really think I looked good?”

Natasha could sense your underlying tone of doubt, unsure as to why you would doubt her opinion, she’d always been honest with you. Nonetheless, she heaved herself out of her seat and made her way to the end of the bed, kneeling down so that your now sat up figure could look down into her eyes, with her hands on each side of your face to focus you on her and her alone.

“I wouldn’t lie to you, okay? You looked incredible and I'm sure you’ll look even better at this wedding on Saturday, if that’s even possible.” You let out a small chuckle at her words as a smile made its way onto her face.

“You’ll be the prettiest one there.”

“Better not tell the Bride you said that, Nat.” She laughed, looking down for only a few seconds before looking at you again.

“We’ll make that our secret.” You nodded in silent agreement, grateful that she’d made you feel so reassured.

“Thank you, Tasha.”

“You’re more than welcome, sweetheart.” She replied.

You were so lost in her words, you hadn’t realised how close her face had gotten to yours, and how her eyes swapped between your eyes and your lips. You didn’t realise how she subconsciously had kept edging towards you, hands trembling a little with every inch closer she gets.

She wanted to kiss you. Every nerve in her body was almost electrified with the temptation to just move her lips over yours and become one. Her pulse raced, almost to prepare her for doing so. Which is why she wanted to kick herself with a pair of her highest heels when she uttered her next words.

“We should get some sleep.”

You broke out of your trance, jumping backwards slightly when noticing limited space between you both. You awkwardly coughed as she stood, heading back over to her chair to grab her bag and return to her room.

“Yeah, yeah of course. Big today, rest is probably a good idea.” You both nodded, she was already one foot out of the door when she gave you a small ‘goodnight’ and left, not waiting to hear you say it back.

Just like you hadn’t realised her actions early, you were oblivious to her hitting her head off of the wall in the corridor just outside of your room, wondering why she’d backed away. Where was Thor’s hammer when you needed to knock some sense into yourself? She thought before dragging herself back to her room where she would fall asleep, unable to get you out of her head.

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“Right! Headcount before we go in! And I want us all on our best behaviour Avengers, this is a wedding” Steve had completely lost you after ‘Headcount’. Not only are most of you fully grown adults, sorry Peter, but he seems to be oblivious to the fact that some of you were wearing high heels, and patience in high heels had an expiry date.

“Y’know, if he doesn’t let us in soon, I’m not afraid to threaten him with his own shield.” You heard a whisper just behind your ear, smirking at the comment.

“I’ll join you.” You answered, Bruce and Clint sharing a knowing look from afar when watching the two of you have your own quiet conversation, though short lived when they saw Natasha’s head move in their direction, their gaze coming to a halt so as to avoid any conflict with their teammate.

You guys could try to hide it all you want, but your entire team knows better than that, they just had to wait it out until you both finally admitted it to the other.

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You and the Avenger’s were currently sitting at a guest table, now in the reception part of the evening. The ceremony was beautiful, the bride wore a crisp white ball gown with her makeup and hair done to perfection, the groom looking like a prince in his black tux and a look full of adoration towards his wife to be painted on his face.

Their looks weren’t the best part of it though. The clothes and the accessories were lovely, of course. But all you could focus on was the love shared between them as they shared their vows telling the other how they believed they were each other's soulmate, and that they promised to always be the other’s rock. You’d found yourself with tears in your eyes, barely able to appreciate the sight with how blurry your vision was now. They finally fell when they said their ‘I do’s’, feeling only happiness for the newlyweds.

Although marriage hadn’t been something you always thought about, you’d hoped that you would meet your special someone and settle down, retire from the missions, the battles, the superhero lifestyle and just be with your soulmate for the rest of your days.

Despite not being a couple, whenever you thought of the person you wanted to spend the rest of your time with, there was only one person that came to mind. And she stood right in front of you throughout the ceremony, comforting a sobbing demi-god while he was also trying to explain to Vision why he was in floods of tears.

Music filled the room, upbeat, but calm enough for the couples on the dancefloor to sway gently to the beat, soft lights occasionally shining on them as they danced, the bride and groom being one of them. You smiled gently at the sight, feeling dreadfully single with all of the love in the room, but grateful that you could see so many people look so content and in love with their significant other.

An elbow could suddenly be felt in your side, pulling you from your thoughts to instead be met with gorgeous green eyes and a bold red smirk.

“Penny for your thoughts?” She leaned in, curiosity clouding her mind.

“Nothing much up there really.” You glanced back at the dance floor quickly. “I’m just happy to see everyone so happy.”

Natasha followed your direction of where you were looking, an idea soon popped into her head. She was going to ask you to dance.

Her mouth opened to speak, but as if it was done on purpose, a ‘screech’ echoed in the ballroom, catching everyone’s attention, including taking yours away from hers.

“We’re taking a break from dancing for a minute folks, It’s time for the bride to throw the bouquet!” He announced, soon followed by shrieks and the sound of feet padding on the wooden floor, women all gathering in a small bunch, huddled together as if their lives depended on it as the men all returned to their seats, shaking their heads at the commotion.

Not really wanting to take part, you turned back around again.

“Sorry Nat, what were you-”

“Y/N!” Your head fell as you were interrupted by a very excited Maximoff.

“Y/N! C’mon! We need to do the bouquet toss!” She started to pull you up, refusing to listen to any excuse you could possibly conjure up to avoid having to take part.

Giving the team a desperate look, hoping someone will help you escape, you’re instead met with encouraging and amused faces, including Natasha’s a clear indication that not a single person was going to help you. Traitor’s.

With a half serious eye roll, you quickly grabbed your glass of champagne and kicked off your heels, heading towards the group of screaming women basically crawling on top of one another when the bride was barely up on the ‘stage’ yet. You let Wanda wander off into the group but remained towards the back, sipping from your glass and sending the occasional sneaky glare towards your table.

“You guys ready?” The bride yelled, only to be met with more screams and a faint chorus of ‘yes’ heard among it as they all threw their hands higher. Wanda saw you were just stood there, and subtly used her powers to raise your hand, earning loud laughs and cheers from the Avengers, taking great joy in the scene unfolding in front of them.

“Okay! Three...Two..”

You kept your arm up, pretending to be enthusiastic about the toss, when you realistically didn’t really expect much from these kinds of traditions. What you definitely hadn’t expected, was for your figure to stumble backwards as you suddenly felt petals and stems in your palm, a faint feeling of silk brushing against your thumb as your fingers wrapped around the item.

You almost spat out your champagne, eyes widening in shock as you looked to see the arrangement of flowers in your grip, looking up to see women both disheartened and elated at your catch. How the hell had you managed that? You were literally the farthest person away, and on your own! You must’ve been set up. Okay, a bit of a stretch, but still!

“WOOO, Y/L/N IS GETTING MARRIED!”

“WHO’S THE LUCKY SOMEONE Y/N?”

“Y/N CAUGHT THE FLOWERS, Y/N CAUGHT THE FLOWERS.”

The bride noticeably laughed at your friend’s cheers, she hadn’t meant to throw it that far back, her arm just kinda went full force, but seeing the reaction it caused, she didn’t regret it. She didn’t even regret it when she saw the look of embarrassment on your face, as it was soon replaced with a contagious beam as you walked towards them again, a very proud Wanda in tow,

“Guys! Guys! I’m not even in a relationship! I highly doubt i’m the next woman in this room to get married.” You joked

“Well, I wouldn’t be so sure.” Sam laughed “Romanoff, you got an engagement ring handy?” He yelped as a peanut from the centre of the table was thrown at him, and of course with being a trained assassin, Nat had hit him right in the centre of his forehead, earning a dramatic noise of pain to leave his mouth.

These guys will be the death of you.

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After some teasing, the room had filled once again with happy couples dancing, now including some you were very familiar with, one being a genius billionaire playboy philanthropist and his CEO wife, and another being an Asgardian with his Midgardian girlfriend, both gently moving side to side in time with the music.

Letting out a content sigh, you were met once again with the flowers, however, this time, they weren’t on the table, but were held by a gorgeous woman in a flawless navy dress.

“So, I know we aren’t a couple, but, would the future bride like to dance?” She asked, you let out a content sigh, pretending to think it over for a minute.

“Y’know what, I would, thank you for your kind offer.” You took the hand she’d held out for you and led you to the dance floor. While her hands went to your waist, gently tugging you closer, your arms went around her neck, hands interlocking behind her as you, like the others you’d admired all even, swayed.

You’re unsure when it happened, much like a time before, but your head had made its way onto your dance partner's shoulder, your body following suit as it left no room between the two of you, though you weren’t complaining. Neither was the fellow Avenger.

It was peaceful for a period of time, the only sound being the slow music and a quiet chatter of people across the floor. It wasn’t long before you heard the red head above you whisper in your ear once again.

“You really do look amazing tonight, Y/N.” You raised your head so it was directly opposite hers, sending her an appreciative gaze.

“That future fiance of yours is lucky.” She winked.

“Hilarious” You scoffed, fully aware of her humorous tone.

“I know, sometimes I amaze even myself with my jokes.”

“Well, it really is funny, because I honestly don’t see myself getting married anytime soon.” Nat’s eyebrows raised in what could almost be described as confusion.

“And why is that? Do you not want to get married?” Her hands started grazing up and down your waist, like she was comforting you, but really she was bracing herself for what was incoming.

“No, no it’s not that. I just..”

“Just?”

“I don’t think the person i’m interested in, is necessarily interested in me.” Her heart dropped. So you did have someone of interest. She pushed the sinking feeling to the side quickly so that she could respond.

“Right, and why is that?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never seen them make a move. I thought it’d be obvious. I think it has been to some others.” Your eyes wandered, lingering for longer than what was probably appropriate, on Natasha’s plump lips, wondering if you’d ever get to experience what it’d be like to feel them on yours.

This time, Natasha didn’t miss it. She would’ve blamed it on alcohol, saying that she must’ve just imagined it, but she had only consumed a few drops all evening, being too entranced by you didn’t leave much room for hydration. She hadn’t been more thankful, because it made a light bulb go off in her head as the pieces came together in her head of who you were referring to. She didn’t make a move the other night. It was obvious to the team. How could she have been so blind?

You didn’t see it coming, even when your chin was held in her grasp and you saw her face leaning in towards yours, the reality only hitting you when you finally felt what you’d been wanting to feel for the last months, right now. Your surroundings had just disappeared, the only thing that was running through your head, was the way her lips were moving against yours, and the way her lips tasted faintly of vanilla, and how she smelled like her floral perfume she wore for special occasions.

Whooping and cheering brought you both back from your bubble with just the two of you, your head falling just below her chin, her hand stroking your back as you could feel her chuckle bubbling where your head lay. Well, hid. Her arms had muffled their comments, but you had an idea of what they were, probably a mixture of ‘finally!’, ‘i knew it!’ and you’re almost certain you heard a ‘You owe me 20 bucks.’, that one making you shake your head.

Remaining in your hiding spot, that wasn’t very well hidden, but was keeping your bright red face to yourself, a pair of familiar lips lingered right beside your head.

“So, about that bouquet..”

You weren’t getting married, but by the end of the night, you definitely didn’t feel so dreadfully single as you had earlier.

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