#(sorry i'm too busy growing strawberries)

[feralnightwing]

i see now why people say they're addicted to stardew valley. i understand.

[awriterinthenight]

"Now I Have to Reapply My Lipstick"-Percy Jackson

requested: anonymous

words: 837

warnings: Percy being down bad, that's it

summary: Percy and reader are invited to a dinner by reader's mom, Persephone, but Percy is a bit nervous. Also just a small cute fluffy blurb at the end

The definition of love could be found by just looking at you and Percy. Everything you did for each other was pure driven love. Words could barely begin to describe the way the two of you were together. It was like an unbreakable force, like a red string tying you together so that no matter what your love was endless to the other.

Percy was willing to do anything for you. He couldn't deny if he tried, he would grow through all of Tartarus, and even fall into Chaos for you if he had to. He couldn't care less about the war he would start, or the gods he would anger, but he couldn't deny that you were more beautiful than Aphrodite in his eyes. May the gods be damned. The love the two of you shared was something neither Aphrodite or Eros could conjure up.

Of course no matter how much he loved you, that didn't mean he wasn't nervous about things. Especially having to go down to the Underworld to have dinner with your mom and stepdad.

"You know I love you, but do we really have to go?" he pleaded, since he never had the best experiences in the Underworld.

You turned around to look at him, since you were busy doing your makeup, "I love you too, and yes we do have to go," you told him, "It would be rude to not show up, and she's my mom. She wouldn't have invited us if she didn't like you."

Percy let out a sigh, taking a few steps closer to you, grabbing your hand, and bringing it to his lips to plant an kiss on your fingers, "Sorry, I'm just nervous, but you know I'd travel to the Underworld for you whenever," he said to you, his voice rather low.

"I'm nervous too, but it'll be fun, I promise. If not we can come back here and do whatever you want," you offer him, lacing your fingers together around the back of his neck.

His hands moved to your waist pulling you closer, "I don't it will be, but if it is then I'll take you out for a real date," he said before pulling you in for a kiss.

"Hey, now I have to reapply my lipstick," you whined when you pulled away, but your smile gave away how you could care less.

Percy shrugged, "I'm going to ruin it anyway, so why keep reapplying it," he flirted, kissing you again. That man and his sassiness would probably be the death of you.

***

The whole camp had seen Percy be head over heels in love with you for so long, so when you two finally got together everyone wasn't surprised it happened, but surprised that he finally had the courage to confess. Not long after the two of you started dating the camp already got sick of Percy somehow being even more down bad for you.

Percy being the perfect boyfriend he was, would always give you all of his strawberries, he would let you "borrow" whatever clothes of his you wanted even though he knew he wouldn't get them back, and he always sneak you into Cabin 3 at night, so he could cuddle with you, and fall asleep with you in his arms. He did anything for you, like going to your mom's dinner in the Underworld. Percy would always make sure you were on his team for Capture the Flag, and the two of you would fight side by side usually. He was also very touchy sometimes. His arm would be around your shoulders or waist, or he would hold your hand whenever he could. Percy just liked touching you in some way to know that you were there.

Everyone was getting sick of how love sick you two were, but no one would dare say anything. They had all seen Percy pine so much, they didn't know if the pining was worse than you actually dating him, but either way the campers would rather not meddle in your relationship.

At campfires Percy would pull you close to his side, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. He would whisper compliments to you about how beautiful you were, or how much he loved you, or even just random things to make you laugh. If there was one thing Percy loved to do it was to make you laugh. He would tell bad jokes, or point out something funny, or retell a story from his day he found funny, just to hear you laugh, and to know he was the reason why.

Percy was doomed from the moment he saw you, and now he was forever stuck in the downward fall that came with loving you. No matter what life threw at you, Percy would do anything to protect you, and to prove to you how much he loved you. Percy's love for you would probably be his demise, but he couldn't think of a better way to go.

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[lowkeyrobin]

hello!!

would you be willing to do a TMR minho fic?

basically just them at the little glade treehouse (i live for that treehouse lol) and maybe they stole some food from frypan and are just chatting and having a laugh together whilst cuddling or something bc they dont get to spend alot of time together as he is always in the maze??

(been loving your writing recently btw, literally one of the v few writers who write for MCYTS and respect their boundaries so tysm!!)

hope ur having a good day:)

oh hell yeah brother LMAO ; also thank you and you're welcome!! im all for respecting boundaries because ik how that feels when they're broken + I'm not a weirdo lol, and thank you for appreciating my work, it means sm to me 🫶🫶🫶 ; have a good day/night :) ; post writing me, sorry this is so short :( ; also I know I said I was in trouble but NEVER BACK DOWN NEVER WHAT??

MINHO ; tree house cuddles

summary ; sneaking food into the tree house and having late night convos with minho

warnings ; language

disclaimers ; reader is a track-hoe, Thomas has been in the maze for months and exists, but no Teresa/escaping the maze

word count ; 459

masterlist

You loved your beautiful boyfriend Minho. He was an angel sent from above, truly. Or... maybe below? The box and what existed out of the Glade was confusing, sadly. God, you wished you could remember anything outside of here.

Sadly, you hadn't seen him very much recently.

He'd been busy with his duties in the maze and the Map Room, and you've been busy working in the gardens damn near all day every day. Your rations were running low, the crops were growing slower than ever, and you couldn't figure out why. It's not like there were deer or raccoons feasting on them either. It was just you Gladers here, nothing else. You'd been stressing out over it and needed some time away from it for a while.

Thankfully, the beloved tree house existed, and rarely anyone used it.

You'd stolen a basket of fruit from Fry's kitchen, awaiting the arrival of Minho. Hopefully, Newt stuck to his word, or remembered to, to send Minho to the tree house to spend some time with you.

Thankfully, the beautiful Korean boy showed up, dressed casual and out of the heavy gear he had to wear in the maze. He greeted you with a tired yet warm smile, sitting down with you on the wooden floor.

"Hey, how's your day?" He asks, sitting next to you, shoulder to shoulder.

You hand him a little basket of strawberries. "Fine, I guess." You shrug, "Need a minute away from the gardens"

He nods, "I need a minute away from the shuckin' maze"

You dangle your feet off the side of the platform, soaking up each other's presence.

He pulls you into his lap, between his legs. He rests his chin on your shoulder while his arms rest around your waist. You feel your stomach swarm with butterflies, resting your hands over his.

"I love you" He whispers, placing a kiss on your temple.

"Love you too, dork," you reply with a smile, leaning your head back to rest yourself against him.

"What a romantic" He giggles, pulling you a little closer.

The night continues on in peace, smiles, giggles and kisses shared, hands intertwined. You share your body heat, cuddled up and comfy.

"No, no, no, he said something like he was gonna beat him back into the box! How does that even work? Gally acts like Thomas is some universal threat or something" You laugh as you speak.

"I have no idea, darling." He smiles and chuckles, listening to you ramble on and on about stories he'd missed during the day.

You look up at him and place a kiss on his jawline, a stupid smile on his face.

"Love you"

"Love you too"

"...Thanks for being mine"

"Okay, shut up, shank"

[evagaetinosgirl]

Esmee Brugts request!!?? R is a barista or waitress and esmee goes to the place R works at a lot, and R has a mini crush on Esmee and finds out the crush is mutual when Esmee asks R out?

COFFEE CRUSH ━ EB²⁴

summary: you gain a little crush on a regular. you thought it was one-sided, but seems like you're wrong.

contains: barista!reader, pining, very fluffy, lesbians being cute

author notes: felt a spark of motivation to write, so here you go anon! will be getting around to my other requests soon i swear. sorry for not posting in forever 😞 writer's block and school have been kicking my ass.

word count: 2.1k

currently playing bewitched by laufey 🎧

❛ you bewitch me

every damn second you're with me

i try to think straight

but i'm falling so badly, i'm coming apart

you wrote me a note, cast a spell on my heart

and bewitched me

bewitched me ❜

your hands are slightly aching from making drinks all for most of the morning. you don't know why so many people believe the small, family-owned café you have been working at for the past year is a starbucks, but it is far from that. there are basic drinks like coffee, americanos, cappuccinos, etc, and some others that are unique to the shop like a sweet strawberry and mango drink that you take to classes with you at least once a week. anyways, the point is you are tired of people coming into the café wanting overcomplicated personal orders with a bunch of pumps and add-ons.

thankfully, the morning rush is pretty much over with a few customers lingering in the café. you're wiping off one of the counters when you hear the bell on the door chime.

"welcome to that coffee spot café, how many i help you..?" you say, turning to see face whoever entered. your face breaks out into a smile when you see it's esmee, the footballer who has been coming here every morning for the past three months.

"just my usual," esmee smiles as she approaches the register area. she looks so pretty today; new braids, nicely dressed in warm colors that seem to match her perfectly, and of course, her adorable face to add onto that.

"coming right up!"

milk, few shots of espresso, ice, and steamed milk foam to top it off. you make the drink easily, having it basically memorized at this point. esmee is a common and welcome sight around the shop. she always comes in at exactly ten o'clock right after the morning rush, doesn't rush you to finish her order even though you know she has practice to get to, and she always sticks around for a few minutes to converse with you. it's not that different of a routine from other shop regulars, but it feels special with her. perhaps it's because of your growing crush on the woman. it's not your fault that you're attracted to her; she's tall, athletic, sweet, and considerate. totally your type.

you grab one of the blueberry muffins that were baked earlier before sliding the iced cappuccino and muffin across the counter, "here you go."

"and here you go. thank you." esmee takes both then hands over her usual total of €10.40 and per usual, she doesn't immediately leave after receiving her order.

you are thankful that the shop doesn't really get any business during this time because you would rather talk to the athlete with a pretty smile than do your job at the moment.

there are a few seconds of silence between you two as esmee takes the first sip of her drink. your eyes focus on her lips when she licks them afterward. you look away when she looks at you.

"this is great per usual," esmee says.

"only the best for you." did that sound flirty? you didn't mean to come off like that, but seems like your words did. the flirting mistake doesn't seem to bother esmee, though. quite the opposite apparently. you believe your eyes are deceiving you as esmee looks away with a shy smile on her lips. you swear you notice a light shade of pink coating her brown skin as well. is she blushing? your heart perks up at the assumption. don't look too deep into it. some people blush at any compliment. you tell yourself. it couldn't be a possibility that esmee actually feels some sort of attraction towards you. no way.

a few seconds later, esmee looks at you, shy smile still on her lips. "..so how has your morning been so far?" she says.

"please, you do not want to know."

you two fall into a short conversation about the morning rush that eventually leads into you slightly ranting about how some customers have entitlement issues. esmee listens closely, laughing at some of your insults directed towards the irritating customers you dealt with today so far. her laugh makes your heart flutter every single time. your crush is growing by the day. maybe it's a not so little crush anymore.

"you can't just call customers pests," esmee laughs, her cappuccino halfway gone.

"says who?" you say.

"i think said your manager." you laugh at that, shaking your head.

esmee shifts the conversation to practice, which sounds way more interesting than it should. probably because the words are coming out of the dutch player's mouth. esmee can make anything sound interesting with ease.

unfortunately, soon enough esmee has to leave, and you have to get back to work.

"-see you tomorrow morning, esmee," you say with a smile. it seems like you can't stop smiling whenever esmee is around. no wonder your mouth hurts after every shift.

esmee looks at you with a look you can't understand before pulling out her phone. she purses her lips then says, "i was actually hoping we could see each other sooner than that."

"oh?" your eyes widen slightly in surprise before you cool your expression. totally not mentally freaking out about how the woman you have been sorta crushing on for the past three months might possibly be asking you out right now.

"can i take you out to dinner? tonight?" the nervousness in her voice makes you swoon. she slides her phone over the counter, the screen open on the number dial.

you nod, blushing, "yes, sure. gosh."

esmee lets out a chuckle at your response. you grab her phone to type in your number, saving the contact under your name with a heart. you feel like you're flying as you hand esmee her phone back.

your delusional mind that has been storing away a small amount of hope that esmee was crushing on you back was not so delusional after all. your heart races as your hands brush against hers during the exchange.

"i'll see you tonight then?" esmee says, slipping her phone into her pocket.

"see you tonight," you wave her goodbye as she turns to walk to the door. esmee waves back once she reaches the door before leaving out of the shop entirely. you watch her walk away until she is out of sight.

you can't even savor the moment as a few customers come in right after. what were you saying about there barely being any business around this time?

it feels your shift passes by at the snail speed, your mind stuck on the upcoming dinner date with esmee, then the orders you have to fulfill. you still have to go through a round of classes at your university today with you ending on a seven o'clock class that bleeds into nine o'clock. you almost consider skipping it, but when you text esmee about it, she tells you to focus on your studies.

another admirable trait to add to the list. she cares for your academic well-being. how much better can this woman get?

you finished your class that felt like it was dragging on for ages. going back to your apartment to shower and change into a nice outfit. it seems like all the cute clothes have disappeared from your closet as you go through it.

maybe the pink halter dress you got for your birthday? no.

or the gold, body con dress your sister let you borrow a week ago? no.

that white dress with lace floral detail you bought ages ago but never wore? no. you aren't about to get married to her for fuck sakes.

you decide to forget about wearing a dress and settle on a black, long-sleeved shirt that fits snug on your frame and a long, black skirt to match. you go for a simple ponytail, proceeding to slip on your jewelry and flats. it's not like anyone is going to see what shoes you're wearing anyway. you're somewhat satisfied with the person you see looking back at you in the mirror, but looking good doesn't make your nerves calm down at all.

esmee probably looks so good. she always seems to dress nicely when you see her at the shop. you smile to yourself, wondering about how esmee decided to dress up. maybe a somewhat fancy croptop and some fitting pants? you wouldn't mind seeing the abs she probably has been hiding under her outfits. or she could be wearing a casual suit. that would look good on her, too. anything would look good on her.

speaking of esmee, your phone, laying on your bed, vibrates. you grab the device, smiling even more as a text message from her pops up.

esmee 💫

i'm outside

come out when you're ready ❤️

of course, ever considerate.

you

coming!

you look in your bathroom mirror once more before grabbing your purse and phone and leaving out of your apartment. your heart races as you enter the elevator. you can't help but to let the anxiety in your mind run wild as the elevator goes down to the ground floor. what if esmee sees you and realizes she doesn't like you outside of the café? what if you two talk for longer than ten minutes, and she realizes she actually finds you annoying?

your mind puts out every bad situation that could happen before, during, and after the date. each one, ending with esmee never talking to you again. the elevator comes to a stop, and you step out of it. your nerves calm down a bit, walking to the entrance door of your building. you walk out into the barcelona night air, heart a bit lighter than before.

there's esmee leaning against her car, head down as she looks at her phone. she looks up when the sound of the entrance door closing sounds out into the relatively quiet street.

you notice her eyes are laser-focused on you as you approach the car. she hasn't said a word.

"hey.. good evening to you too," your fingers play with one of the bracelets your wrist as you look at her.

esmee snaps out of the you-induced daze she was in, speaking, "hi. you look.. wow."

"didn't know wow was adjective." you laugh, your eyes taking in esmee's appearance. she's wearing white dress pants and a matching dress shirt that is left open to reveal the black tank top underneath. the outfit fits her well and sends your heart rate through the roof.

"sorry. what i meant to say was you look stunning," esmee says, her eyes looking you up and down before looking you in the eye.

has eye contact always made you feel this warm?

"you look stunning, too. it's nice to see you more dressed up"

"i tried to wear an outfit that i hoped would impress you."

"i'm impressed. it looks gorgeous on you."

esmee blushes (that you know for sure this time around) before opening the passenger door for you, making you smile for the tenth time today. once you're in, she shuts the door and walks around the car to get into the driver's side. you look at her as she gets in. since when have you found someone getting in a car hot?

the dutch player notices your eyes on her right away and smiles, clearly enjoying the attention. she looks at you for a few minutes before saying, "your seatbelt?"

"huh?" you blink at her in confusion, too distracted by her lips that you really want to taste right now.

she chuckles as she shakes her head, "your seltbelt, y/n." you swear this woman is trying to cause you to have a heart attack as she leans over and snaps in your seltbelt for you. now you're really distracted. when she pulls away, you catch a whiff of her lavender scented perfume.

you laugh, "oh... sorry. guess my mind was off somewhere else"

"yeah, i wonder why," esmee gives you a knowing look before snapping in her own selt belt.

and then you two are off.

the ride to the restaurant is full of listening to your favorite songs as esmee lets you control the aux. it's a surprise to you to learn she has some of the same music taste as you. how perfect can this woman get?

after parking in a spot on the street that is close to the restaurant, esmee gets out first, and comes around the car to open the passenger door for you just like she did earlier. you smile at her as you get out, linking your arm with hers after she shuts the door. you feel like you're on fire, being so close to her. that lavender perfume is definitely going to become your favorite scent along the line if this date goes well.

"10:50 reservation for two?" esmee says to the hostess when you two walk inside. while esmee talks to the hostess, you take in the restaurant. it's simple but luxurious with white, black, and gold being the primary colors for the interior. the style of the restaurant you could only describe as chic.

after esmeee and the hostess stops talking, she gestures for you two to follow. she walks to a table in a corner that feels secluded and personal. "thank you," you say as the woman walks away.

wanting to do something nice for esmee after she has been treating you like a princess since she picked you up, you unlink your arm with hers and go pull out her chair. she gives you a bashful smile before sitting down. you let your hand touch her shoulder before going to sit in your own chair.

"so.. do you like it?" esmee asks, absentmindedly playing with her fingers on top of the table. being nervous is a cute look on her.

you nod with a smile, "this place is so pretty. i don't get how you got a reservation so fast."

"just got lucky, i guess." esmee laughs softly. the actual truth is that she has been planning to ask you out for a while, gotten over her nerves the day before, and booked the reservation last night. she doesn't know what she would have done if the small signs you liked her was just you being friendly or doing your job.

you take over the conversation while esmee happily listens. a waiter comes by the table soon enough and gets both of your orders with you two, both eager to eat. it's definitely the excitement from being on a first date that's contributing to your hunger.

over the course of the date, esmee starts to loosen up and talk more. you hear about her life when she lived in the netherlands, her passion for football, and how she is enjoying barcelona. you learn her favorite dish that she so happens to order off the menu. you learn that she loves sweets and the cold and prefers having her hair out then in a hairstyle. by the end of the date, you feel closer to her. those ten minute conversations at the café were nice, but this is way more fulfilling.

esmee foots the bill even though you try to protest. "it's my treat," she says while pulling out her wallet. you note to treat her back sometime in the near future.

on the way back to your apartment building instead of music filling the space in the car, the laughter and conversation between you two fills it instead.

the happy mood you have been in for the past two hours dampens a bit as esmee parks in front of your apartment building. you aren't ready to depart from her when this feels like just the beginning of a fun night.

esmee cuts down the radio before glancing at you. she licks her lips, obviously a little nervous. "i really enjoyed myself tonight," she says.

you're quick to respond, "me too. you're so nice to be around. this was perfect."

she smiles, glancing at your left hand sitting on your thigh before reaching over and placing her hand on top of yours. the contact makes you feel so hot even with the ac blasting in the car. your heart rate has been peaking way too much today.

"i'm glad. i wanted this date to go well so badly.. i liked you for a while now, truthfully."

"i liked you for a while, too, since you started coming to the shop regularly," you say.

esmee looks at you with a surprised look. "are you serious?" she says.

"yeah! you would gain a crush, too, if a pretty woman was coming into your job every day."

"i actually started to come to the shop more because i wanted to see you."

now it was your turn to look at her surprised. your cheeks hurt as you smile at her, "seriously?"

"seriously. your iced cappuccinos are nice, but.. i find you to be even better." esmee glances at your lips, hesitation swirling in her eyes before she leans closer. eventually closing the space between you two to give you a short kiss. it's quick, but just enough for you. tasting esmee's chapstick is a win in your book even if it is only for barely a minute. a satisfied smile sits on her lips as she pulls away.

"good night," esmee squeezes your hand before letting it go. she goes back to sitting in her seat, happy look on her face.

"good night, esmee," you unbuckle your seatbelt, grab your purse, and give esmee another smile before getting out of the car. esmee doesn't pull off until you are inside the building.

40 minutes later and your phone vibrates.

esmee 💫

sleep well 🫶🏾

you

sweet dreams 💞💞

you sleep with a smile on your face that night.

author notes: slowly but surely making my comeback. this is pretty short, but my best writing in months. ty to anon for this request 😚❤️ hope you guys enjoyed.

© prod. by hotties4eva

[neoballsucker]

SAY MY NAME

Summary : complaining to your friend about working overtime for extra work with the office's crush

Pair : mingi x fem!reader

Genre : office AU , SMUT

Warnings : semi public sex , pet names (princess baby etc.) , unprotected sex , soft Dom!mingi , cum play , fingering , blowjob

words count : 1.3k

A/N : I'm still really bad at that I'm sorry 😭😭

Mingi was a really popular guy in your office

He was handsome respectful

He was the meaning of perfection

A Lot of girls had a crush on him you can't deny you didn't grow a little crush on him since you knew him he was attractive his deep voice made you melt everytime you hear it

You didn't know if he was single or taken it wasn't really your business a lot of women from the office tried flirting with him women older than him and younger than him it was embarrassing how he just refused to go out with them but can you blame them he was handsome and a gentleman man

“I really wanna ask him out but I don't really know how he rejects everyone” your friend sighs in disappointment

“Maybe it's because he has someone in his life?” You chunkles at your friend's disappointment

“It's okay babe he's not the only man out there you know that right” you try to comfort her patting on her back softly

“You're right but he's just…so handsome and cute, his girlfriend must me so lucky to have him”

“Yeah you're right he's handsome I agree but c'mon there are alot of men out there I'm sure they'll be better than him”

“Yeah it's okay whatever” she rolls her eyes

“Anyways wanna come to the club with me after work?”

You sigh deeply in disappointment “oh well… the manager told me I have to stay overtime because I still have some work to do”

“Oh damn that must be lame will you be alone or…?” She asks and pats your back softly

“I don't know probably…I hope so tho i don't want some nasty old men with me for overtime”

She chuckles at your comment “yeah I agree some of these old men are really lame I'd rather be alone too” you just nod and return your gaze to your computer

Time skips everybody left it was only you…that's what you thought until you heard footsteps you rolled your eyes thinking it was one of the old men until you heard his voice

“Hi umm is anyone there?” He said clearing his throat…it was mingi

“Oh yeah…hi mingi” you smiled and waved

“Oh hi y/n you also here for overtime?”

“Yeah unfortunately “ you sigh in disappointment and rolled your eyes

“Anyways work hard I believe in you” he winks and smiles softly

You didn't answer him you were just starting at him…maybe more than you should

He noticed it and chuckles “someone is in love I see” you shake your head “ahh no sorry I was just spacing out” you said and chuckled nervously “yeah I see it's okay you're to the first one to ‘space out’ talking to me” you roll your eyes “I can't blame them” you chuckles as you feel his body leaning closer “so do you think I'm handsome too?” You feel his body closer his voice getting deeper you swallow hard as you feel heat raise in your body pool was created in your underwear as you feel his lips on yours his lips were so soft and nice it tastes like strawberry it was sweet your eyes close slightly as you feel his hands on your waist as he pulls you closer to his tall figure you didn't want this moment to stop you felt him unbuttoning your shirt something in you told you to stop him but instead you helped him take off your shirt as your shirt was removed on the floor he cups one of your breasts as you moan into the kiss it felt like heaven it was good it felt unreal as you feel him take off your laced bra exposing your breasts you knew it was wrong doing it in a workplace he knew it was wrong doing it in a work place but who cares now?

He pulls out of the kiss going lower to the level of your breasts as you feel one of your nipples in his mouth and the other between his fingers squeezing it you press your lips together as trying to hold your loud moans until you couldn't anymore you started moaning as you feel his fingers massaging your entrance the pleasure was too much for you.

“Will you please be quiet for me princess?”

“Y-yes I ca-” you couldn't even continue the sentence until you felt his finger inside you your eyes roll back as his fingers stretch your hole you try to moan but it got stuck in your throat as you cries out and whine

“If you can't take one of my fingers probably how are you going to take my dick princess huh?” You hide your face in your hands embarrassed as your ears slightly turn red from the embarrassment

“I-i will handle your dick mingi” your voice is shakey your vision getting blurry as you feel yourself near climax

“C-can I cum…please” as you said that you feel your hole empty whining that you couldn't cum

“Do you wanna make a mess in the office princess?” you shake your head and just roll your eyes

“Use your words baby”

“No mingi I don't but like please.. please can you fuck me” you begged it was embarrassing when you think about it but he looked just too hot to resist

“Alright fine then…it will be a quick one though” you nodded with a cocky smile on your face as he pushes you on a chair unbuckling and discharging his pants while you take off your skirt

“Open wide for me princess and don't forget to say my name” he chuckles softly as he settles between your legs teasing your entrance with his tip

“No teasing mingi please” as you said that you felt his dick inside you

You bite your lower lips trying to hold the urge to moan

“A-ahh mingi oh please faster” your voice was shakey it came out more of a moan than a proper sentence you can feel the smirk on his face even if your eyes are closed

“Oh fuck you're so tight princess pussy only made for me don't you think so ?”

“Y-yes mingi yes”

“You look so pretty all fucked like that pussy so tight yet taking me so well”

“I'm about to cum please can I cum?”

“Of course princess what are you waiting for” as you heard his words you released it all your eyes rolls back your grip on his hair gets tight as you feel him pull out of you

“Get on your knees for me baby” his voice was low it makes what to do whatever he asks you whatever it was you get on your knees between his legs taking a deep breath as you feel the tip tapping on your mouth you open your mouth as he puts his dick in your mouth, you start bobbing your head up and down as you hear his moans and groans you feel his dick hitting the back of your throat as you try to not choke on it

He groans as he releases his seeds in your mouth some of it on the corner of your lips but you swallow whatever was in your mouth for now he wipes the cum off the corners of your lips

“Open for me princess” you open your mouth widely as he inserts his fingers as you wrap your lips around his fingers cleaning it off

“That's my girl” he smiles softly and kisses your lips and helps you stand grabbing your clothes and helps you get dressed as he gets himself dressed

“Alright now shall we go back to work?” He asks with a soft smile on his face

“Yeah I guess so” you smile weakly still feeling your sore throat but at least it was worth it wasn't it ?

[linos-luna]

My Queen (Pt. 6) 🔪

Yandere!Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

(Pt. 5) (Pt. 6) (Last Part)

Warnings: Stockholm Syndrome, Yandere, delusions

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"I'm so excited to see Jihyo today," you said happily as your boyfriend helped you change. His response was silent, unsure of what to say.

"It's been so long since I hung out with her," you added as Hyunjin slipped a sweater over you.

"I hope she treats you well," he said quietly, kneeling to tie your laces.

"Oh, I know she will."

"We'll be away from the castle; I'll have to be on high alert."

"I know," you nodded.

"I wish to please you, but if it's unsafe, we have to leave."

You nodded again, watching him getting changed himself. He was stuck between the need to make you happy and the need to keep you safe.

"I just want you to be safe," he mumbled, a trace of anxiety in his voice.

"Yeah, I know—" you began.

"Outside—it's dangerous... don't take her away," Hyunjin snapped, he was looking elsewhere as if lost in his own worries.

"Jinnie—" you started.

"Don't take her away!" he snapped, holding his head, leaning against the wall, and sobbing quietly. "Don't take my Queen... don't leave me."

"Jinnie, don't worry," you reassured with a frown, attempting to reach for his arms. He kept them still against his head, groaning a bit.

"Are you okay?"

"Headache," he muttered.

"Do you want to take something?"

"Don't worry about me," he sighed, lowering his arms. "I-I'll get it."

You worried for Hyunjin—I mean apart from his delusion that you’re actually a queen and this was actually a castle. He gets these headaches often and seems to get really anxious on the rare times you go out.

In all honesty, you did too. The outside world just seems so scary. I mean, why would you need to go outside? Everything you could ever want or need is here.

"We don't have to be out for too long," you suggested, following him to the kitchen.

"No... you deserve to get what you want," he replied, looking down at you, holding your hand, and raising it to kiss. "My dear Queen, you're always so kind... this world doesn't deserve you."

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It was a little tense… to say the least.

Meeting up with your friend Jihyo at the local restaurant brought a mix of happiness and awkwardness. The place required ordering upfront, and a server would bring the food. As you waited, Hyunjin kept a cautious eye on Jihyo and your friend stared back.

“It’s been a while, y/n… we missed you.” She said, finally speaking up after some awkward silence.

“I missed you too Jihyo.” You responded. “Sorry I’ve been so busy.”

“With what?”

“With Jinnie of course.” You giggled. “He brought me back to the castle! Did you know we’re currently working on a garden? We started growing strawberries!”

“You don’t go out much. Why?”

“Well…”

“She had no reason to.” Hyunjin finished. “I serve her.”

“I just don’t understand—”

“Maybe we shouldn’t talk about that!” Hyunjin blurted out. “After all, it’s the queen’s birthday.”

Your friend was a little unnerved and confused. Did he just call you the queen?

“How’ve you been, Jihyo?” You asked sweetly.

“I’ve been fine…” she started before noticing your ring. “Wow that’s pretty. When did you get that?”

“A few weeks ago.” Hyunjin answered. “We will be getting married soon.”

You nodded as your boyfriend stood to go to the restroom. When he left, you leaned in close to talk to your friend.

“Jinnie doesn’t want anyone there but I think I’d want you at my wedding.”

“Just me? What about your parents?” She replied, a bit confused.

“Why would I do that?” You responded with a disgusted expression.

“… because they’re your parents?”

“I wouldn’t want to invite abusers.” You said bluntly. “My dad was so mean. Did you know he would beat me?”

“What?! No he didn’t!” Jihyo was taken aback, not sure where this was coming from. “Y/n, your parents love you! How are you not remember your childhood right??”

“I actually can’t remember too much. Jinnie says when you can’t remember your childhood, it means there was trauma.” You said with a shrug. “He says they were bad to me.”

“Well he lies.”

“No he doesn’t.” You frowned.

Jihyo sighed. What has he done to you??

“Y/n! He’s brainwashed you!” She snapped.

“He loves me, jihyo.” You said with a frown. “No one loves me like he does.”

“Y/n—”

“What’s going on?” Hyunjin came back, looking between the two of you with an annoyed expression.

“Nothing Jinnie.” You replied. “Just talking about the wedding. I want her there.”

“My love… are you sure?”

“Yeah I think she’s sure.” Your friend mumbled with her arms crossed.

Before anyone could say anything else, a server came over and dropped off the food.

She watched in confusion as he fed you. It was odd how you acted like it was completely normal. You’ve never been like that before.

“You know… she can feed herself…”

“Yes.” Hyunjin rolled his eyes. “But she prefers me to feed her.”

“Does she?”

“Yeah I do.” You said suddenly looking back at your boyfriend with a small giggle. “I love you, jinnie.”

The room fell silent as everyone ate. Hyunjin watched your friend closely, she was bothered by how you seemed so willing and submissive to him. She remembered when you used to be independent and handle yourself. Now, it felt like you were a different person, and she couldn't shake the frustration and resentment building inside her.

Jihyo thought about going to the police but figured it wouldn't help. You're an adult, after all. You just need to say you’re there willingly. Things got a bit weird when Hyunjin whispered something to you.

As you finished, you turned to Jihyo.

"I'm tired. Maybe I should go back to the castle for a nap."

"With no cake?" Jihyo asked, raising a brow.

"I'm full," you replied, looking at Hyunjin.

"Okay," Jihyo said, getting up. "Nice seeing you again, y/n."

"I'll text you the wedding details when we finalize it, okay?" you told her.

"I look forward to it," Jihyo nodded, and that was that.

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Once home, you were filled with excitement for opening your friend's gift. Sitting on the bed with Hyunjin, you quickly removed the tissue from the bag, revealing a plushie.

"It's so cute!" you cheered. "She always knows exactly what I like!"

"Cute like you, my darling," Hyunjin added, making you blush.

"Take your afternoon nap, my love," he suggested, patting the pillows. "I'll get your cake for later."

"Okay," you agreed as he kissed your forehead. As he left the room, you examined the plush; it’s an old teddy bear. It felt oddly familiar, like you've had it before, but you couldn’t figure out why…

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After a nap, Hyunjin gently woke and guided you to the dining room, revealing a small cake with candles representing your age.

"What did you wish for, my love?" he inquired.

"I wished to stay in the castle with you forever!"

His happiness radiated as he heard your words. He always knew you were his queen, destined to be loved by him for all eternity.

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I have a thing against finishing on even numbers(unless it’s 10) so last part coming soon.)

[coldfanbou]

Snowball Effect

Here we have the Somi story. Things get a little rough for her. Which reminds me, I did make some changes and had her be your brother's wife. It was just a better choice.

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Somi x Mreader

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You park in the dark parking structure and head to the passenger side to open the door. Your sister-in-law Somi comes out; her tight-fitting outfit has your eyes glued to her. Her striped crop top is stretched over her large breasts while showing off her abs. Moving your eyes down, you see her short denim skirt and stockings and marvel at her long legs. You only looked at her briefly, but it felt like forever. Closing the door behind her, Somi skips ahead of you; as she turns around, you watch her breasts bounce. "Come on, slowpoke, I'm hungry," she teases, turning back to face the elevator. 

You jog to catch up with her, "Hey, you gotta slow down." 

"I don't think so; you have to pick up the pace. I'm hungry." 

"Yeah, yeah, We're nearly there, so just hold on." Somi was your sister-in-law, married to your brother; you would take care of her while he was away on business. That would be all the time as his work was constant; he had married Somi and immediately left her alone for over a year now. An elevator ride down and a short walk later, you arrive at the restaurant. 

Checking in at the front, you're led to a table in the restaurant's corner; Somi gets a lot of looks as she isn't dressed as well as the others. "Getting a lot of attention, Somi."

"So what? I'm not going to dress nicely for a meal." She says as she sits down across from you. "Besides, I just wanted to get out of the house." 

"Right, the place is nice, but…." you trail off, not wanting to bring up your brother. You're in luck as a waiter brings you menus at that moment. "So what looks good, Somi?"

"I don't know; you're the one who's been here before. I think I'll start off with something strong, though." She says, looking at the menu with an absent look.

"Drinking before you eat isn't a good idea." You remind her while deciding on your meal. 

"It'll be fine." She says, waving you off. It was not fine. Somi drank a lot during the meal and was utterly wasted by the end. You watched as she went from laughing at her joke to suddenly growing quiet.

"Hey, Somi. You should stop with the alcohol. You've had enough." You tell her with some concern in your voice.

 "I'll tell you when I've had enough!" She shouts while slamming her glass onto the table.

"Hey, hey. Calm down, Somi." You try to calm her down. Looking around the restaurant, you see people looking toward your table. "Maybe we should call it here. I'll take you home."

Her head in her hands, Somi quietly says, "No, I don't want to go back there." Somi shakes her head and stares at you with longing eyes. "I'm sorry; I just don't want this to end." Somi stands up and leans across the table, cupping your cheeks. "I just want this to last a little bit longer."

"Alright, alright. I don't have to drop you off, but you need to stop drinking. Okay?"

Somi nods her head, "okay, that's fine." 

"Good, I'll pay for the meal, and we can go somewhere else." You do as much paying for the food and leaving a big tip for the trouble caused. As you try to exit the restaurant, Somi can only walk up to a few steps before stumbling. Once outside, you make the executive decision to carry Somi. Kneeling on the ground, you voice your order, "You're never going to make the walk back, Somi; let me carry you."

"Oh, what a gentleman." She says with sarcasm before climbing on your back. You feel her breasts press against your back, small nubs making themselves known to you. Somi's hands wrap around you, and she places her head on your shoulder. The faint scent of strawberries hits your nose as you stand and walk back to the car. "He's been gone too long." She says, breaking the silence. "I thought I'd be fine with him going away…but I'm not." Her arms tighten around you, and she digs her face into your neck. "I'm so lonely. Maybe…maybe this was a mistake."

"Somi…" all you can do is call her name, but the words don't come out. You don't know how to respond. 

"It’s been a year, more than a year." Somi kisses the back of your neck, "thank you for being with me through all this."

"Of course, I noticed you were kinda down sometime after he left." You tried to let her action slide. "Is there any place you want to go? I hadn't planned on anything else tonight." Somi stays silent for a moment. "Somi?"

"C-could you stay with me tonight? I'm okay with going home if you're with me." 

"I don't know, Somi-" Somi squeezes you.

"Please? Just for tonight."

"I-fine. I'll sleep in the other room, though." 

"Stay with me until I fall asleep," Somi mumbled as she pressed her body against yours. 

"Somi, come on." You respond, trying to draw a line in the sand.

"It’s just…I haven't slept with anyone in a long time. I haven't been with anyone in a long time. I guess I'm just not attractive; that's probably why he chooses to take extensions." Somi whispers. Though you know she's trying to trick you into staying, your resolve to deny her weakens when you feel crocodile tears on your neck.

"Fine, Somi. Just tonight, though." As you agree to sleep with her, a sly smile spreads across her.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you. I can always reward you with something in return." Somi adds the last part sensually as she rubs her breasts against your back.

"Somi, please stop." The feeling of her breasts pressing against your back is beginning to turn you on. You hurry along to keep from doing anything. As you arrive at the car, Somi gets off you slowly. You open the door for her and then go to drive home. As you drive to her home, Somi constantly reaches for your hand; when she can't do that, she reaches for your thigh. "Somi, please stop that; you're married." She slumps down in her seat.

"I am, really? He left me alone; I've been alone for so long." She states before running her hands through her hair. "You've been more of a husband than he ever has. You were there for me when I was sick, when I was crying my eyes out when I couldn't fix anything." She again places her hands on your thigh, "You've been so much better to me. I want you. I-I love you."

"Don't say that, Somi." You respond, trying to focus on getting her home. You were close enough that you could see the building coming up.

"It’s true, though. If I should've married anyone, it should've been-" You cover her mouth to stop her from finishing that sentence. You get to the building and find a close parking spot. Somi stays silent as you walk her to her apartment. Once she opens the door and steps inside, she looks back at you with sad eyes. "Please come inside." She says in a voice so small you could've misheard her.

"I don't think I should." Somi grabs your arm weakly and tries to pull you in.

"Please." She repeats.

"Somi-" you're cut off when she lunges forward and plants her lips on yours. While kissing you, she undoes her skirt and lets it fall to the floor; following that, she rips her stocking at the crotch. 

"Please, just one night. I'm all yours; just claim me." She rubs her finger against her lower lips and then holds them to your face. "I'm wet for you. I won't tell anyone. Please, just this one night." The alcohol must really be affecting her, you think to yourself.

Against your better judgment, you agree. "Just tonight, Somi, and not a soul hears of this."

"Of course." With a smile on Somi's face, she pulls you inside. As she does so, Somi strips off the rest of her clothes. Her jacket goes off first, then her crop top; she turns around to let you see her breasts bounce as she pulls the top over them. Her small pink nipples stare back at you as you look at the large mounds of flesh. Still in the living room, Somi gets on her knees, unable to wait any longer. "I bet you've thought of these a lot," Somi says as she gropes her breasts, squeezing them in her hands. "I'll make sure to use them for you." It’s clear to you Somi wants this to be a continuous thing. You debate how to handle the situation, deciding in the end that you'll be rough to try and scare her off. For now, though, you'll let her take the lead. You watch her lick her lips as she pulls your cock out from its confines. Her soft hand strokes your shaft before moving a little higher and rubbing the head. You groan as you feel her speed up. She inches her face closer and stops stroking your cock to spit on it. Once she feels it's lubricated enough, she strokes it a few more times before placing your cock between her breasts. 

The soft mounds of flesh surround your cock, and Somi begins pumping your cock with her tits. "Fuck, Somi," You moan instantly. Somi smiles; knowing you're feeling good turns her on and lets her believe she has a better chance of succeeding. As she continues, you slowly cover Somi's tits with her saliva and precum.

"It feels good, doesn't it? Having your hard cock in between my big tits. You could use them whenever you want, you know." Somi says as she continues using her tits. When the tip of your cock pokes out from between her heavenly pair Somi takes licks at the head, getting a taste of your precum. You tilt your head back and moan as you feel her small tongue take licks at your cock. Occasionally you would feel Somi stop her titjob and use your cock to tease her nipples. While she stroked your cock she'd run it back and forth over her small bud, making her moan. Her tits sufficiently slick, Somi looks up at you. "I think I'm missing something. Can you give it to me? I can feel your cock pulsing in my hands." You moan louder as Somi speeds up her strokes; her hand glides along the length of your cock as she continues. "Cum on my big tits. Don't you want to paint me? You can cover more than my tits in your cum if you want to. It's okay, baby."  Somi places you back between her tits and lets you thrust your cock between them. The soft pillowy mounds envelop you and drive you crazy. Your cock throbs quickly as you reach your climax and cum. Semen spurts out, covering the tops of Somi's tits, neck, and bits of her face. Somi smiles as she feels your warm cum on her body. She keeps her new pearl necklace while rubbing your cum into her tits and eating what landed on her face. "You came so much." She says in an amused voice.

As she stands, she takes your cock and leads you to the bedroom. Along the way, you strip out of your clothing. Somi bends over the bed and shakes her ass. "Come on, baby, make me yours." She looks over her shoulder and sees you stroking your cock as you get closer. As you press your cock against her entrance Somi realizes she'll struggle to take you in. As you push the head inside her pussy, you feel her walls squeezing you as you begin splitting Somi in two. "Hold on. You're too big." She says with worry. 

"You asked for this, Somi, and it feels too good." You state before impaling her with your cock. Somi screams as she feels you tear her apart. Her legs and arms go weak, and she falls onto the bed. You pull out slowly before thrusting back in. Somi's entire body lurches forward when you do. 

"Fuck! Give me a second." You give her half a minute before starting your thrusts in earnest. Each thrust draws out moans as Somi finally begins to enjoy it. "Oh fuck, I feel so full." She moans as you slam your body against hers, forcing your cock deeper. Your hands reach around her body, and you play with her tits, circling her nipples before pinching and twisting them. "Shit, I'm going to cum. I'm cumming!" She squeals as her body shudders. You feel her walls clench around your cock, as she climaxes. Somi lays her head on the bed, letting you use her as you wish.

You continue thrusting into her, occasionally spanking her, drawing a slow moan from the small woman. "Is this what you wanted, Somi?" You smack her ass as hard as possible, creating a loud clap that bounces off the walls. "Is it?" You ask in a near yell. 

"I…cock…fuck" Somi mumbles; it was hard for you to make out her words as Somi split her sentence between quiet words and loud moans. Somi's eyes are half-lidded, and she has a delirious smile. You try to pull Somi's lower body from the bed to get a better angle when you feel a prominent bulge created by your cock being buried inside her. Somi's back is in a heavy arch when you start thrusting again. "Mhmm…cock so good," she moans. You broke Somi, by the looks of it. As you continued to move, you felt Somi's walls clamp down on your cock as she came again. This time Somi's nectar would spray onto the bed as she continued to take you. Her orgasm does bring you to the edge, however.

You lean over and get beside Somi, "I'm going to cum soon, Somi."

This gets her attention, and she lazily repeats a few words, "cum inside, cum inside." You continue to thrust wildly as you near your orgasm. You plow Somi into the bed as you add your weight onto her. Somi bites the bedding as she tries to keep from screaming. You slam yourself deep inside Somi, burying yourself as you fill Somi with cum. Somi squirts onto the bed again as she feels your cum fill her. As you pull out, her lower half falls. You leave Somi in her room as you take a shower. She stays in the position you left her, her upper body on the bed while her lower half somehow holds her up. You watch as your cum drips onto the floor, and you get hard again. 

However, you decide to leave. You get dressed and go home. The following day you wake up to a constant ringing of the doorbell. As you walk to the door and check to see who's on the other side, you see it's Somi. She's wearing a trench coat, mask, and hat as if trying to disguise herself. "What do you want, Somi?" you ask through the intercom.

"Your cock, baby." She responds quietly. Knowing you can see her, she opens up her trench coat so you can see her naked body. "I can't stop thinking about last night, and you left me all alone." She closes her coat. "I'll do whatever you want, baby. I can't go back to my husband after yesterday. Please let me inside."

"Somi, it was a one-time thing." You grimace; your plan backfired. 

You watch Somi's hand travel to her nether region as she rubs herself. "Come on, baby; you can use any hole you'd like. You haven't even tried my mouth or ass yet. I'll do anything. Get me pregnant if you want; I'll carry the baby. Just give me your cock." Somi's voice grows desperate as she starts to pound on the door with her other hand. "I'll show you what I can really do, baby. Just let me in. I can already imagine your cock filling me with cum again." Somi's fingers slip deeper inside her as she fingers herself at your door. She rocks her hips as she gets closer to her orgasm. "Come on, baby. Let me in!" The desperation is apparent now. Somi's hips move faster until she cums; she squirts onto the hallway, leaving a large puddle. "I can go again, really, I can!" She says as she continues to pound at the door. 

"No, Somi." You're put in a challenging position. There's no way you can reasonably leave her out there. If a neighbor spotted her, it would cause more trouble than it was worth. You grab some tape before returning to the door. You don't need to check if she's out there, as you can still hear her pounding on the door. As you open it, Somi immediately jumps on you, kissing you passionately. 

As you pull her off, she says, "I knew you couldn't resist me, baby. I'll make you feel good, I promise."

"Sit down," you say, pointing to a chair you set up. Somi does as told, and you tie her down with the tape. 

"Kinda kinky baby, I don't mind, though." As you leave her tied up, you consider your options for a problem quickly growing out of control.

[oh-katsuki]

your cup of espresso sits untouched and cooling on the dinner table. you have it after dinner every night, one sugar cube evenly dissolved through the mixture, giving it an almost syrupy flavor that is lovely to sip. it's bitter, but the right kind of bitter, and somehow so impossibly sweet. a perfect finish to the day.

the black screen of your phone sits unobtrusively beside your wrist. you pick it up idly, illuminating it with a quick tap of your finger. a few new notifications, instagram, snapchat, texts, twitter notifications you don't care about. nothing really all too pressing.

you tap to open up your contacts, scrolling and coming to a stop at his name. gojo satoru with a little red heart beside it.

at first, you only tap on it to look. it's not really like you had any plan to text or ring him. you just wanted to look at his contact card, maybe stare for a few minutes at the smiling, half ugly photo of him set as his contact picture. you're in the background of it, grabbing his upper arm to get his attention. it's a photo from a work meetup and nanami took it. somehow, it's come to mean a lot more to you than just a contact photo. you sigh, contemplating the phone call and then, without much fanfare, you click the button.

it rings in your ear as you put it up to the side of your head. your heart pounds in your chest, waiting for the ringing to come to a stop, maybe to hear his voice. it's been a long while since he's answered your calls though and you let out a humorless laugh as his voicemail plays.

"hey, you've reached gojo satoru. sorry i missed your call, i'm just soooo busy—" someone interrupts him, "hey can't you see im recording my voicemail message?" there's a small noise and then he's back, closer now. "—anyway, leave a message at the beep and maybe i'll call you back."

he'd set it in high school and his voice is a familiar and delightful higher pitch. you'd always told him that he needed to change it to something more mature, but he'd always blink at you and give you the same answer.

"who the hell would be calling me?" he'd say. "think i'm applying for another job or something?"

and you could never really argue with it. sure, you could've told him that it was immature, but at the end of the day he was right. it's not like he'd ever planned to change professions and professional conduct meant fuck-all when he was the strongest sorcerer of the modern age.

"hey," you start, clearing your throat, "it's me again. i don't know why i thought you'd actually answer my call this time, just sort of felt like you would. it was nice to hear your voice though, even if it was your voicemail message."

you run your finger along the grain in the wood of your table, tracing its intricate pattern with a light touch.

"i made that strawberry shortcake thing today." you're not really sure why you're telling him that. "you know, the one with the cream instead of frosting. it was good, kinda hard to make the actual cake though. the house smells good now. but yeah, i had a day off for once so i just sort of... hung around." you can feel your bottom lip growing raw with the way you chew on it between sentences. there's not really a reason that you called him. nothing particularly interesting has happened to you, let alone anything he'd care about, but you just felt like talking. still do, even if it's to his voicemail box, and you continue speaking into it about your day.

you like to think he couldn't be bothered to answer the phone. lazy, in some way, to answer your needy call. you like to think that maybe he'd seen the call, his phone ringing on the counter, from where he was in the shower. he'll listen to your voicemail and call you when he's out and dry to ask about trying the cake, maybe.

"would have been nice to see you. it's been like... two months since we've met up. i know you're probably busy though. doing whatever it is you do on the weekend, not that i really know anymore."

the kitchen light suddenly seems too bright, casting its artificial yellow glow down on the center of your table. you reach up to rub your temples. there's a dull throb beginning behind your eyes and in the bridge of your nose. it's almost like you're about to cry and as you sniffle quietly into the receiver, you can feel the swell of emotions as it rises in you.

"i really miss you, satoru," you say with a defeated sigh. "i know i probably sound like a broken record and that your phone storage must really be taking a hit, but i do. you probably get a kick out of knowing that though," the laugh that comes from you is muddled as your nose begins to run, and you reach quickly to wipe it. "wish you'd call me back. or come home, maybe. it's funny, i keep thinking that you'll come in the door any minute and the feeling never really... stops."

you clear your throat again, putting your tongue in your cheek and steeling your nerves a little.

"well, i'll let you go now," you swallow, laughing a little like the statement is silly. he's not really on the phone. it doesn't matter all that much how long the voicemail is. "stop before the voicemail lady cuts me off. but yeah, i just wanted to call. i keep hoping that you'll pick up. who knows, right?"

there's a short pause and then you inhale, straightening your back.

"i love you," you say. "always have. i'll call you tomorrow too, so... yeah. i love you, satoru. bye."

you pull your phone away from the side of your face, clicking the end call button a little too quickly before putting it face down on the table. it's comforting to call him, but it hurts too. there's always the hope that he'll answer. that by some miraculous turn of events, the ringing will stop short and he'll draw out a hello in a pleasant tenor hum. of course, he'd know exactly who's calling. satoru always did.

maybe you'll pay him a visit tomorrow, say all of this directly to him, though you haven't had the courage yet to visit that little stone plaque. it's a little too hard, for now. it's easier to think that he's ignoring your calls than incapable of answering them all together.

someday, his voicemail will fill up and you'll have to confront the truth. it will fill up, you'll be greeted by the voice mailbox full message, and there will be no one on the other end to clear it.

[cookiepie111]

Flowers For My Valentine

A/n: where the boys give both traditional and untraditional bouquets/flowers. Sorry, Killer. I couldn't think of anything for him😭 not proofread. Let me know which one is your favourite!

Features sanji, Law, Zoro, Corazon, luffy and Kid x (black) fem reader

Sanji-

A giant bouquet!! A basket bouquet that's spilling with all kinds of flowers roses, peonies, camellias!! like a scene from a movie he's running towards you with flowers all round. Of course that's only one of the many bouquets you'll get this valentines week

Late in the evening, Sanji is in the kitchen, gently rolling modelling chocolate out, shaping the thin disks of chocolate into Petels. Eyes focus on wrapping each one around the chocolate dipped strawberries. When each strawberry is wrapped, he pulls them together and wraps them. He's excited and nervous to give these to you. A show of his love, a product of his own hands just for you, he put his everything into this gift. He couldn't think a better gift to you.

Law-

Working at the hospital means long hours, he knew he'd be late but he thought he was prepared. Making a stop at the florist in the morning to buy your bouquet, so he could make it to you quickly after work at 9.

But plans never go right, now it's 9:48, and he's just done with work. Flowers in hand and running down the street. Shit, he's always making you wait. This is the one time he should be there. It's fine he still has your gift... and you're in sight! "Y/n-ya!" You're so happy to see him!

"Law, its okay you didn't have to rush I know you're busy with work" what did he do to deserve someone do understanding.

"Here happy valentines Day" bringing the bouquet up to you,what he wasn't expecting with the confused look on your face

"umm law? What happened?" "

What do you mean? Gone... The flowers were gone. All that was left in his hands were a few broken stems, most with their flowers buds. 'FUCK!?'

All that running and the bouquet was ruined "y/n-" "Hey, this one is still good!" You said, pulling the tulip out." Law was dishevelled, hair a mess 'she liked it, I guess that's enough' he thought,he let out a sigh of relief looking up, wait when did you get so tall, oh he's floor. All that running, he's had an asthma attack. He can hear you're panicking above him, though he can only make out your blurry outline. Guess he's spending valentines Day in the hospital after all.. well, at least he can look forward to you being his nurse.

Zoro-

What was zoro supposed to give you!? You were a florist for goodness sake!? No supermarket flowers would be good for you. Would you even want flowers? You spend all day with them,would he even be able to get the right kind? These thoughts consumed him for almost a week. Shit should he even bother....

In the early hours of the morning, you're setting up the shop when the door chime rings, "we're not open yet - Zoro!"

Any other day he'd happy to see your bright smile but today it made him falter, his eyes looking everywhere but you. He didn't want to see your smile drop when you saw his gift.

"I'm so glad to se- oof." Zoro's hands quickly moved in front of you.

"Here Happy valentines day" it took a minute to process everything, but here, your boyfriend was blushing nervously all over a valentines Day gift! For Zoro, this felt like too long. He wasn't the sappy type but just wanted to do something for you- 'Oh, you're smiling.' Your face lit up, jumping happily at the man

"A bonzi tree! Zoro I can't believe it thank you!" Planting kisses all of the man. You loved it, a wave of relief washed of zoro, feeling his jaw and shoulders relax

A few months later. " I love you very much, you're going to grow up strong, you're the cutest swordsman ever!" You would say kind words to the tree whenever you had the chance supposedly to help it grow faster. Of course , hose words were meant for Zoro too , but he didn't know if he should be proud or jealous of the tree.

Corazon-

Corazon had planned a valentines date with you at the botanical garden. He couldn't think of a more romantic place!

That memory was far away now. It had been a difficult week, his brother was on his antics again, and Law was stressed,busy with school. When law's stressed, so is he. Now pacing around his room until he tripped. Thinking to himself "... I should just stay here for a bit. " Pulling his body up from the floor, he saw up he a photo."It must have fallen out." A photo, from the botanical garden..... corazon felt all the stress melt away from him as his goofey grin returned on his face. How much joy you brought him. Seeing you like happy, a wide smile across your face surrounded by the greenery, it squeezes on his heart. Yes, the week may have been bad, but at least he had your smiling face to get him through it.

Luffy-

Whenever Luffy saw flowers he liked, he'd shove them into his pockets to give to you later. The issue was that he wouldn't always see you right away.

Sabo found a bunch of wilting flowers when doing the laundry and asked luffy what the flowers were for "oh they're for y/n!" He smiled so brightly ,sabo's heart ached for this brother.

"Well they're wilting I don't think you can give these to her now" luffy pouted, he knew he couldn't give them to you now but seeing those flowers you loved reminded him of you. Sabo spoke up "hey here what we'll do...."

The two brothers sat at a table with glue, paper scraps, and all sorts of felt scattered about. It looked like arts and crafts time

"Hey, but I like this picture of us better!" Luffy shouted "alright just stick it down. " The two spent the afternoon decorating some photos of the couple with dried flowers that luffy had collected that week. Even with his best efforts, Sabo couldn't keep the picture clean. He could see how messy it was getting. "Where did he get the glitter from!?" But luffy couldn't be happier, lifting the picture frame to the high."She's gonna love it!"

Kid-

Kid had made a fuss about valentines a week before. "Don't expect any flowers from me! I don't do all that sappy shit. " But here, Kid was handing you a bouquet of your favourite plushies. "Aww, Kid, this is so sweet! Are you getting soft? " You grinned poking at him.

"Whatever" he said, avoiding your eyes. He was right, though, no flowers, but this was even better. You couldn't wait to put them in your room, wait... "Kid ..did you hot glue these on???? Kid, how am I supposed to take the plushie off!"

Kid didn't think that far, and honestly, he was regretting not watching the youtube video like Killer said ... he thought it couldn't be that hard(his toxic trait is thinking that he can make everything cause since he's good at metal work. He can't) shit he was panicking now. What good would they be ripped up. He moved to grab the bouquet from you. "Wait y-"

"You spent a lot of time on this, didn't you, Kid?" your eyes softened, looking down at the cute packaging of the bouquet. The paper was rumbled and creased from failed folding. You giggled to yourself, 'I'm sure he spent all night working on this.' " Thank you, don't worry, I can sow them back up, thank you"

[kimbap-r0ll]

Hey! I hope you’re doing well, mentally and physically. I know classes started back up now. Don’t forget to eat and drink water.

I’m not sure how this can be set up but u can do with the idea how you like. But a First date? Scenerio or something Or like first kiss after the second/third date thing? With Feitan. If you don’t mind could u make the s/o Tall tall? Sorry for any typos💜

Hi, I'm doing better but still under some stress ;-;. Here's a scenario, thank you for the ask!

Feitan x tall!reader: First kiss

Feitan started to date you after you worked your courage to ask him. Of course, at first he blatantly said no, but this was because he was afraid you would get hurt when around him. You were from Meteor City, so while you could stay in the city's boundaries forever, the mafia could still come and attack. Feitan didn't want to lose anymore people, especially one that could be his potential love. However, you were able to prove to him that you could fend off yourself and that you really meant it when you said "I love you" to him. So, that was how the relationship started.

He was visiting one day after a major troupe mission. He was back with Phinks and Shalnark, who returned to sort out some negotiations between elders and the troupe. Chrollo wanted to come back, but he was too busy raiding a mafia building. Feitan was left out of the negotiations because the last time he was there he kicked one of the elders off of the stairs. So he decided to spend some time with you instead.

"Welcome back!" You said, hugging him. It looked a little funny in his opinion because you almost picked him up. The difference in your heights was...immense. Feitan felt as though he was almost half your height and it didn't help that you were completely ignorant to how funny it looked when you lifted him from the ground. Phinks laughed a little too hard once and almost got stabbed. Nonetheless Feitan was quite happy to be back and to see you smile. He would never tell you this in person, but his quiet nod and pat on the back was enough for you to understand.

"What did you want to do? I left the entire day free so I don't have to work at the recycling facility today," you told him, walking over to the makeshift kitchen you had in your apartment. The building was dilapidated, but one of the sturdiest ones in Meteor City with more than five stories.

"No plans, just visiting," Feitan responded. He sat down on a couch you had stolen from the junkyard and lowered his bandana, another thing he refused to do in public.

"Ah, ok, well we can visit the market. I need to buy some stuff for this week anyways, the carrot's are all rotten," you pointed out. There was no official grocery store in Meteor City, but the forest nearby along with the growing agricultural sector in the city helped keep people's stomachs full to some extent. You would barter your way for fresh produce, usually selling some valuable you found at one of the junk piles.

"Sure," Feitan shrugged.

"Is that a date?" you joked. The two of you never officially went on a date before, mainly hanging around your place or his. Feitan paused at that comment.

"Sure," once again he shrugged and lifted his bandana back up.

The marketplace wasn't as busy, likely because it was still around noon and most people came out to buy items at around 3pm. You were looking through some fruits (mainly because he once said he liked strawberries) while Feitan was struggling to reach for a high-stand item. You went to go help and of course he pouted about how it made him feel like you were making fun of his height.

"It wasn't my fault that you just happen to be shorter than me," you replied. He didn't say anything back, he just buried his face more into his bandana and huffed.

Sometimes Feitan wished he could be in a peaceful life with you. Just doing simple tasks like buying groceries or the two of you reading art books together. He was lost in his thoughts for a while until you tapped him on the head (which also got you an annoyed glance) and told him the two of you can head back.

At your home you tried your best at making something fancy with what you had. The best you could do was a fancy looking salad, with some fruits added for the flair. You two caught up on each others' lives, with you finding out about the eighth member of the troupe being killed by a Zoldyck.

"Sometimes, I worry that you might...I don't know, get hurt," you said, holding your cup of tea a little tighter.

"Why? I'm stronger than you, worry for yourself," Feitan retorted, stabbing a strawberry hard with his fork.

"I know," you laughed, you looked at him while he tried his best to avoid eye contact. He was still a bit shy, still the same as ever.

By the time you two were done with food and discussing which art book to read next, Feitan was called by Shalnark to come back for a drink with the rest of the troupe who made it to the city. He said that he would come back tomorrow, likely bringing something he stole with him this time.

"Yeah, I'll just be where I always am," you smiled. You followed him to the doorway, about to wave him goodbye until you had an idea.

"Fei, I was wondering...we've never really kissed before, right?"

He stopped, halfway out the door and slowly turning his head to you. He had a feeling of what you were planning to do next. Should he ask for a kiss? Sure, he did want to kiss you at some point, but what if he was weird for that? Is he weird?

"No, we haven't," he responded, turning his head away from you again. But you took his arm and made him face you.

"Do you want to?" you asked, your eyes connecting with his for a millisecond before he turned to look at the fading wallpaper.

"...sure," he sighed. He didn't expect you to actually kiss him but the next thing he knew he felt your soft lips on his.

"Hey, Feitan what took you so long?" Uvogin asked as Feitan entered the bar. He looked dazed, a little out of it but overall alright.

"Did something happen? With y/n?" Shalnark pointed at Feitan, and everyone now could see the slight tint of red on his cheeks. Feitan glared at them and didn't say a word.

"No, it's fine," he said, sliding into a seat next to Machi.

He wasn't going to tell them that you slightly lifted him up again, an endearing act but also a very, very embarrassing one. Feitan wanted to kiss you longer, maybe many more times. But for now, the first kiss was enough to send his heart racing.

[alexanderossis]

Hey I love your fics! Would you make an Alex Rossi smau or fic with an oc? Or is it always between drivers? I love both styles. If you don’t write for an oc/smau (so fair I know lots of people don’t like it) would you be able to do some hurt/comfort for Palex?

Hi anon! Sorry this took me so long, I was waiting for the right scenario, which Mark Miles happily provided for us today. I don't write SMAUs (I like them but I can't write them) so here's some palex hurt/comfort.

Alex sees the tweet when he gets back from his morning run, ignores it at first. It's not until he sees it pop up a couple more times, and realizes it's about Pato, that he opens the article to read it.

It leaves him fuming. Even before he and Pato were close, Alex knew how important this stuff was to Pato, how much effort he put into his fans and growing the sport.

But spending more time with Pato, it's never been more clear to him how fucking passionate he is. It's one of the things Alex loves likes about him.

Although he has some choice words he wants to say, he'd like to get a seat for next year, so he types out a quick, itemized list of reasons why Mark is wrong about Pato, hits tweet, and then turns off his phone.

He's not surprised when there's a pounding on the bus door. He'd given Pato a key, but Pato usually forgets to bring it to race weekends.

Alex opens the door to find the young Mexican bouncing on the balls of his feet. Others would probably be expecting tears, but Alex knows that Pato has to go through anger to get to sadness.

And boy is he angry.

Pato stalks into Alex's bus, flops down on the couch in a huff. He belatedly kicks off his shoes under Alex's gaze.

"How can he fucking say that?" Pato says, running a hand through his hair.

"Because he's an idiot," Alex comments, earning a huff from Pato, "Do you need to eat?"

"All that I do is try and grow this sport," Pato groans, "I'm too angry to eat."

"Too angry to eat?" Alex crosses his arms, "What did you do with my Pato?"

That gets him a light chuckle.

Alex comes to stand in front of Pato, leans down to press a kiss to his lips.

"Pato," He says, cupping his boyfriend's face, "I know how hard you're working, you know how hard you're working. And everyone else knows how hard you're working."

Pato blinks up at him, "They do?"

"They. Do." Alex kisses his forehead. "And anyone who doesn't can go through me."

Pato gives him a small smile, and Alex feels the angry energy start to dissipate.

"Now, what would you like for breakfast?" Alex steps back, heads for the fridge.

"Wow, he says nice things about me and he cooks?" Pato teases, "What a catch."

"Don't get used to it," Alex grumbles. "Eggs?"

Pato nods, tucks his feet up under him on Alex's couch, and picks up his phone.

Alex tries to busy himself with cooking, but when he looks over, Pato's worrying his bottom lip with his teeth.

"Pato," Alex turns, gestures with the spatula, "Come here."

Pato doesn't seem to register his voice, still frowning at his phone.

"Pato," Alex raises his voice slightly, and Pato jumps like he forgot he was sitting on Alex's couch, waiting for breakfast, "Put your phone down and come here."

"I'm just seeing what people are saying," Pato whines, but he gets up, and comes to stand next to Alex at the stove.

"But not the nice people."

Pato blushes. Bingo.

"You'll drive yourself crazy if you keep doing that," Alex murmurs, "Grab me a plate."

Pato does as he's asked, reaches up into the cupboards to find a plate. His McLaren shirt rides up as he does so, and Alex pokes his bare stomach with the handle of the spatula.

"Rossi!" Pato whines, nearly dropping the plate.

"Good thing you've got fast hands," Alex quips, taking the plate from Pato and dishing up the breakfast.

Pato glares at him as he heads for the fridge where he knows Alex keeps his strawberry-kiwi Electrolit. He pulls out a water for Alex too, and makes sure to press the cold bottle against Alex's bare skin, earning him a yelp.

They settle at the table, Pato with his eggs, Alex with his arm around his shoulder. It's quiet while Pato eats, Alex reading a note from his race engineer.

"It hurts," Pato says quietly, eggs half-eaten.

"I don't think I poked you that hard," Alex frowns.

"Not that," Pato sets his fork down, "This whole Mexico thingy."

Alex sets his phone down, looks over at him. He can see the tears threatening to fall.

"I know," He rubs Pato's side.

"It's never enough," Pato sniffs, "Nothing I do is ever enough."

Alex stays quiet, waiting for him to elaborate.

"I have worked so hard to get here and it doesn't matter."

"It does matter," Alex presses a kiss to the side of Pato's head.

"It doesn't feel like it."

Alex shifts on the bench seat, pulls Pato onto his lap. Pato goes willingly, clinging to Alex's shirt as he sniffles.

"This season has been shit," Alex starts, rubbing a hand up and down Pato's back, "But that's not because of you."

"You've been doing everything right," Alex continues, "And you know I wouldn't just say that."

"I know," Pato mumbles.

"You've done so much for Indycar and this one article doesn't take any of that away."

Pato nods against Alex's chest.

"I-" Alex starts, trying to compose the words he's looking for, "I've loved-"

Pato sits up, big beautiful brown eyes meeting Alex's own. "What?"

"I've loved watching you interact with all the fans and come up with ideas to help the sport grow," Alex swallows, looking away quickly. "And I know you'd sell out a Mexico race any day."

"Aww Rossi," Pato coos, pressing a quick kiss to Alex's lips, "You do have a heart."

"Shut up," Alex rolls his eyes.

"Seriously though," Pato hugs him, "thanks."

Alex gives him a small smile and Pato returns to his eggs.

When he wins the race that night, he makes Alex promise to cook him breakfast every morning. How could Alex say no to that?

Hope you liked it!

[aectpen]

STRAWBERRY ✯ 𝙕𝙃𝘼𝙉𝙂 𝙃𝘼𝙊!

m.list

synopsis: 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥

pairing: Zhang Hao of ZB1 and fem!oc

status: ongoing

chapter 7: strawberry milk

rina stocked the fridge of the convenience store, looking back at the clock every 5 seconds. as if the hands would magically turn fast like they do on tv shows. but no, she had to work diligently as time moved as slow as humanly possible. that was until she heard the bell.

she jumped to her feet, rushing to greet him. well, it was the time he usually came. the slow hour. 

"rina!" it was haemin. rina couldn't hide her disappointment as her shoulders immediately dropped. "well damn. i know i'm not jennie or anything, but show some excitement. i came to hang out with you."

"sorry, i just thought you were-"

"strawberry." haemin cut her off. "where has he been anyway. you haven't mentioned him for weeks."

"well, i mean i don't know. i don't even know him like that." rina went back to work. "just not that into him anymore i guess."

"i don't know who you're trying to fool, but it's not me." haemin walked in front of her. "are you seeing him?"

"if i was, i think i would've told you."

ring

"stay here." rina new exactly who had just walked through the door.

"rina, hi." 

"shhh." 

"what's wrong, why are we whispering." hao mocked her dire state.

"haemin, she's at the counter." rina grabbed his hand and pulled him into the back room.

"is there a customer?" haemin shouted from the counter. 

"no, it was just a package!"

"oh, so i'm a package now?" hao laughed.

"shut up." she hit his arm. "you're not wearing a mask this time. are you asking to be found out?"

"well sorry, mom." he held his hands up. "i was just too lazy to put it on. it's not too busy around here anyway."

"now look where you are now."

"lesson learned."

"rina, where are you? can i eat this for free?" her voice growing closer, trying to show what she wanted to eat.

she pushed him down behind a box. "can i get a heads up before i'm dragged around like a rag doll. this seems to be a habit for you."

"was someone talking?" haemin said from the door.

"nah, i was just talking to myself about this uh.." she tried to look for an item "ramyeon. yeah its close to expiring."

"weird, but okay. i'm gonna eat these chips." haemin didn't ask any further questions.

rina looked down at hao, who was now sipping strawberry milk. "hey, you didn't pay for that."

"think of it as compensation for this."

she sat down next to him on the cold hard floor.

"you know its kinda funny that you're drinking strawberry milk." 

"why?" hao raided his brow.

"this may sound creepy, but haemin and i call you strawberry. its like a secret code name."

"you guys must talk about me a lot. for me to have a code name and all." hao was amused by this. it made him satisfied that she was being more open.

"honestly, before i knew you were you i did just a little. now that i don't anymore she suspects something crazy."

"and what is that?"

"you're my secret boyfriend that i'm hiding from her." it pained rina to admit this to him. she looked away to avoid his smug smile.

"i mean that's not that far off. she'd make a good detective." he shrugged.

"did i miss a chapter? cause she seems quite off." she had no clue where his sudden directness had come from, but she can't deny that she likes it.

"is this what rejection feels like?" he gasped dramatically holding his chest.

"you see, it seems you skipped a couple crucial steps."

with him, it was so easy. it felt like she had known him forever. old rina would've been shaking with excitement, but this rina? she had gotten used to being this close to him. she became the one in control. well actually she's still working on that, but it's coming along.

"okay. rina i like you." he turned to her and held her hand. "more than just a friend."

"hao, i didn't peg you as the cheesy type." she scrunched up her face. "but i do like you too, more than just a friend."

he stared at her. you know, the stare. he began to lean in. cupping her cheeks, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip.

"rina, where did you go?" they both went wide eyed. she was most definitely looking around the stock room for her. she jumped up blocking hao from her view while he crawled to the other side of the boxes.

"what are you hiding, rina?" haemin could see through the ridiculous cover ups and her jumpy state.

"what are you talking about? i'm literally working."

"if you were working, you'd know that you're overtime. you never go overtime." her accusatory tone making rina more and more nervous.

why am i even hiding this from her again?

"i can't get carried away?"

haemin began looking around the stock room for evidence of what she was accusing her of hiding. 

"you're crazy." rina tried to hide her panicked state with a chuckle.

while haemin looked on the other side of the back room, rina took hao behind a shelf.

"will you stop being crazy? i gotta lock up tonight."

"i'm 85% sure that you're hiding strawberry in here." she crossed her arms.

"come on, haemin. let's go. i seriously have to lock up." rina grew tired of her dramatic act quickly.

haemin accepted the defeat and gave up

but there was one minor mishap:

hao's phone rang from behind the shelf.

[enby-trainer]

What does their bedroom look like?

Don't really have a bedroom. I live in a studio apartment. It's all one room except for the closet and bathroom. Like I've said before, it's pretty "bare-bones," but it's livable. I'm trying not to be as much of a packrat as I used to be.

Do they have any daily rituals?

Wake up, feed the gals, feed myself, brush my teeth, then shower.

Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

I don't exercise other than going on walks outside with Nox and Delphine, every day.

What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

I'd wait till it wasn't busy anymore. Only so much you can do.

Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

I used to have very poor hygiene skills. My parents didn't teach me much. I have tried very hard to correct this as an adult. I think it's going all right so far.

Eating habits and sample daily menu

Microwavable ramen, Boyardee spaghetti cans, and plain water, for the most part. Sometimes I get fast food for some variety. I spend more cash on the gals' diet so they're better nourished than I am.

Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

Listening to Spotify for hours on end, daydreaming. I think it's good to just vegetate for a while sometimes.

Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

I mostly indulge in things that are more enriching for my persian than for me.

Makeup?

Whenever I tried to wear makeup in the past, it always got smudged and thus became horrible looking eventually. I've all but given up on trying it now.

Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

I used to have suicidal depression, and to this day, I still have anxiety disorder. I have to avoid caffeine...though I do still drink less than half a cup of coffee (with lots of cream and sugar) every now and then.

Intellectual pursuits?

I like to write fiction (both fanfic and original) and draw digital artwork. Maybe I can make a career out of the former since my art isn't really commission-worthy, but before I become a professional writer, I'd like to try being a pokemon trainer first.

Favorite book genre?

Fantasy and scifi. Young Adult and New Adult.

Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

I'm pan and gray-ace. Just let people live.

Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

I'm lactose intolerant, and that's about it.

Biggest and smallest short-term goal?

Biggest is making the rent month-to-month. Smallest is finishing more art pieces.

Biggest and smallest long term goal?

The biggest is becoming a professional pokemon trainer and being at least a bit good at it; smallest is figuring out how to travel on my own...well, with my gals, but still.

Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

I don't have any clothing "rituals," but I do tend to wear casual and comfy clothes. Nothing too fancy or fashionable.

Favorite beverage?

Lactose-free strawberry milk.

What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

Will my job at a grocery store be not stressful tomorrow? Will I wake up in time to take the gals outside for a minute or two?

Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

I used to get sick a lot as a kid because of my lack of hygiene skills. Sorry, I don't really want to share any "tales" about that.

Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

I like it when people care a lot about their 'mon and work hard to support and maintain them. It's an "off" when I see someone abusing them or caring for them poorly. I should have been a Pokemon Center doctor or nurse. But the math and chemistry would've killed me.

Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

Probably a drawing or a rambling journal entry.

How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

I try my best to be more organized than I was growing up. It may look a bit messy-ish at times, but I know where everything is and I'm attempting to be semi-minimalist.

Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

I've been told I'm a good writer and that I should keep practicing at it, and at my art.

How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

I hope 5 years from now, I'll be a real trainer finally.

Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t work out?

Other than defeating at least one Unovan gym, not...really. I am not good at contingency plans.

What is their biggest regret?

Not trying harder to become a trainer sooner, I guess?

Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

My mom is the closest thing to a best friend I've got right now, and I don't really have a worst enemy except for myself probably. I used to think my dad was the closest thing to a worst enemy I had, but, he's just a grumpy old man with his own issues that he hurt me with sometimes, whether he meant to or not.

Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

Probably I'd call 911? If it seemed like no one else was.

Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

I'd be devastated, but I'd recover sooner or later.

Most prized possession?

Hell, I dunno; my wallet? My desktop computer?

Thoughts on material possessions in general?

Don't let your home become a clusterfuck. Like that one lady on the Internet said, "Does this spark joy?" If not, get rid of it.

Concept of home and family?

Your home is where your heart is. Your family is who your heart is with.

Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

I used to be an immense oversharer as a child/teen, but nowadays I keep pretty much everything to myself.

What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

Listening to music or watching YouTube too often, probably.

What makes them feel guilty?

Whenever I feel like a bad pokemon owner, basically.

Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

I am definitely an emotionally-driven person, not very analytical at all. Not to say I don't have logic, just that I'm not...a genius? Lol.

Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality?

Definitely type B.

What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

Sitting in quiet for an hour or so with my 2 persian by my side. Lost in thought. Maybe listening to Spotify or watching YouTube.

Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

I definitely had an intense inferiority complex as a teen, and have shades of it even now.

How misanthropic are they?

Some days I feel like I despise people but it only lasts so long before it fades and then I return to my default state of being neutral toward them. Every once in awhile something comes along and restores my faith in humanity briefly, and then it goes back to neutrality again.

Hobbies?

Drawing art and writing fiction.

How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

High school was a bitch and a half for me. I barely scraped by. I don't think I would've done very well in homeschooling though because given the chance to procrastinate on schoolwork, I probably would have avoided it constantly.

Religion?

I believe mildly that Arceus is a creator god but I don't...go nuts about it? And that the other legendaries are indeed supernatural in some way. I refrain from talking about this part of myself much because I'm afraid of the scorn and side-eye it'll earn, although I'm hardly the only one who thinks this way.

Superstitions or views on the occult?

I am superstitious about some things but not ghost-type pokemon... not anymore. They're just pokemon. I respect that there are paranormal things in our world, though.

Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

Mostly words.

If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

Someone kind, open-minded and easygoing.

How do they express love?

Mostly through words of affection.

If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

That's a good one. You're joking me, right? I can't fight.

Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

Definitely, I want to die as an old person in my sleep. Not in a horrible, painful way or anything similar.

[leylayilmz]

The tension in her body was palpable as she shuffled items around the counter, eyes scanning the display of Valentines desserts Benny had already put out. They looked delicious — when did they not?! He was a creative culinary genius. Her frustration, however, lingered, unspoken but unmistakable. She could feel Benny shift closer, the space between them growing smaller with each inch he closed. It frustrated her to no end—and yet, she couldn’t bring herself to move away. Fiddling with the coffee cups in front of her now, as though they held answers to her annoyance and morning from hell, Benny finally broke the silence. She didn't look at him right away, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

But when he finally spoke again, his soft apology cut through her resolve like a pin bursting a balloon. She paused, her shoulders dropping slightly as she glanced at him from the corner of her eye. His tone was enough to disarm her, though she hated how easily it worked. Her lips pressed into a thin line as she finally turned her head toward him, her irritation softening against her will. "It's fine," she muttered, though her tone carried a trace of exasperation. After a beat, she let out a small sigh, and then turned to face him completely, capturing his gaze. "No, actually... I'm sorry too," she admitted, the sharpness in her voice dissipating. "It's—it's just been a morning. I didn't mean to take it out on you.. I.." She dropped her gaze and toyed with the fraying edges of her apron. She really needed a new one. Glancing up at Benny again — she quite literally had to crane her neck back with him standing this close 'cause he was so freakin' tall — she offered him a small, apologetic smile. Their friendship was shifting into a more positive one as of late, but it was clear they were both on edge this very day. "Thanks for being patient with me. And thank you for setting everything up.. the strawberry cream puffs are just too cute."

It was close to midday now, and the morning had been exactly how Benny and Leyla had predicted it — busy as hell. The cafe usually was crowded of a morning, but special occasions like this one brought in an entirely different level of frenzy. She didn't think she'd ever seen as big of a turnout before. Customers swarmed in for coffee, pastries, and the super successful Valentine's Day blind date with a book display . Curated with romance novels in mind, it had drawn more attention than she had expected.

Leyla was tidying up the display now, carefully rearranging the books to fill in the gaps left by enthusiastic buyers, when she turned to head back to the cafe counter — and collided with someone. "Oh! I'm so sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going.." she began, her voice apologetic as she bent to pick up a book that had fallen in the shuffle. When she straightened up and looked at the woman, recognition struck like a lightning bolt. Her heart skipped a beat. It was Benny’s mom. There was no mistaking it. The resemblance was striking—those same piercing green eyes staring back at her, so unmistakably his. "Oh, hi! You're Benny's mom, right?" Leyla blurted, her tone jumping between cheerful and nervous, almost leaning in to give her a hug, but stopping herself immediately. From what she knew, Benny's mom had never visited the cafe and if she had, Leyla had never seen her. And now that she was here, she felt an unexpected wave of nerves rise in her chest. Why did she suddenly feel as though she were under scrutiny? Her eyes instinctively darted toward the counter, seeking out Benny's tall frame. Sure enough, there he was, preoccupied behind the counter, blissfully unaware of her predicament. "I'm Leyla," she added quickly, returning her attention to his mom with an awkward smile. "I think we met that one time..?" She trailed off, unsure if Benny’s mom even remembered her.

Towering above her, Benny found himself momentarily distracted by her face. He often looked at her more intensely and for a bit longer than he did with anyone else, which is why he noticed the coffee stain before she quickly snatched her belongings away. He was acutely aware that he had just walked into one of those clear glass windows—figuratively speaking, of course. He winced then, teetering a few steps back as she moved past him with haste. With his arms up in defeat, he watches as she storms in, her body moving around with purpose. The speed and passion with which she moved annoyed him to a great degree, inching towards her cautiously with his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek. He understood she wasn't double-checking things he had already handled to undermine him, as they had argued about that numerous times before. Leyla was antsy. Restless. He knew her enough to not take it personally— but he couldn't help but feel defensive. He caught himself then, realizing he was putting a pin on her actions so he could go back and throw it back at her later. And then, she finally explained what happened and he sighed with his eyes rolled back, ensuring her back was facing him as he did so.

He doesn’t respond immediately, letting the silence that lingered between them serve as his punishment. Right, of course. The day he can't control his mouth, Leyla has a sensible excuse. He's annoyed by it, but upon hearing shuffling in the back, Benny's reminded that he's grateful to have Billie here and not at school getting chickenpox. He groans (internally), stretching his neck to the side as he debates how to fix this. He started it; surely he should end it. If there was ever a day they needed to get along, it was today. There was nothing to gain from being at each other's throats on one of the busiest days of the year. Benny cautiously inches closer to her. Busiest days of the year... was Billie going to be okay? He looks over at her, happily eating a biscuit, suddenly worrying over the fact that no one would be able to keep an eye on her during their busy hours. He shakes his head. Apologize first. "Hey," he calls out, his tone soft and disarming. Benny leans against the countertop beside her, trying to get her to look him in the eye. "I didn't know. I'm sorry."

[i-arch-my-backula]

Hello. I'm really sorry to bother you, but if you don't mind, I've read your story, about how the Sinclair brothers comfort us, help us cope with a bad condition. It was so wonderful! Thank you for your efforts. You did an amazing job! I really needed it...

And so, if you don't mind, I'd like us to thank our husbands properly. Show them, how much we love them and appreciate everything, they do for us. Do something nice and pleasant for them. A romantic dinner? Massage? Something, to make them a happier.

Of course. Our husbands need love too. I have a post about us giving them a paper ring but they do need something more proper. My main love language is physical touch but I have a better idea for the runner up, acts of service. I think this is a really sweet idea and I'm happy to write it. Getting requests never bother me unless it's clear people haven't read my pinned post. Sorry for the little rant but I hope you enjoy. This is gonna be pretty long because I got a bit carried away. Ok last thing I’m writing for some of the boys from stranger things. They’re listed on my pinned post I just wanted to let y’all know. 

No more junk: gn reader x poly! Sinclair brothers

Warnings: Strong language

Since you’ve been living with the boys you’ve noticed they don’t always eat the best food. They’re all very busy and with the acception of every Sunday it’s not a guarrenty that they’ll eat together, The addition of your garden has helped improve it a bit but you don’t think it’s enough. You feel like you owe them big time for well not killing you but also treating you like family and going above and beyond to make sure you’re happy. You need to give them something back. Words your friends used to say to you when you were teenagers echo in your head. “We love our bread, we love our butter, but most of all we love each other.” Your friends were like family to you before you split up. You took insperation from that rhyme and planned out something for the next day. Of course you made the bread dough the day before your full plan. 

Bo and Lester wake up early. You beat them to it and woke up at six to ensure by the time they got downstairs the breakfast you make them will be ready. You put the dough in the pan and bake it while you go out to the garden and grab a few other things for cooking. A few bell peppers, some herbs and strawberries to round it out. You cut up the peppers and by the time the bread is out of the oven you get to work on the omelet’s you’re making for them. You know Vincent prefers something a bit more sweet so you have another plan for him. 

You add the pepper to the eggs and get to cooking, the smell of fresh food already filling up the house. You plate the omelets and add the berries. You already started the coffee pot and cut the bread by the time Lester enters the kitchen. Like usual he’s smiling but he’s a bit surprised at the food waiting for him. “Good morning honey.” You say giving him a kiss on the cheek. 

“Whats all this about darlin?” He says sitting at the table. You hand him a plate and a cup of coffee and go back to the counter. 

c“I’m just doing something for my lovely husbands. I’m tired of the three of you eating junk all the time. I wanted to do something nice for the three of you and this is what I chose to do.” You cut the bread fully and get to work on making sandwiches for Bo and Lester. His smile only grows and he starts to eat. 

“This is great Y/N. Why haven’t you cooked for us sooner?” 

“Well I’ve been as busy as the three of you. For a town with only four people and one dog living in it there’s always something that needs to be done.” You pack some more food and finish up their lunches. You pour another cup of coffee and Bo walks in. He gives you a kiss and raises a brow when he sees what’s waiting for him. 

“Whats the occasion?” He asks taking a seat. You set down the plate and coffee for him and get to work on your own breakfast. 

“I thought I would treat my lovely husbands to something special. I’m also tired of you eating so much junk. I get you’re not the richest people but you’ve got good money. You can afford some better food.” You make yourself your own cup of coffee and sit with the two of them. The rest of breakfast goes by with talk of how good the food is, Bo promising to get better food to eat and Lester talking about childhood memories. You know it’s a touchy subject for the brothers but you’re glad not all of it was bad. They had to leave eventually and you got two more kisses goodbye after you gave them their lunches. You get to work on the dishes and around nine you make Vincent’s breakfast. You spread cream cheese on the bread you made and cut up some strawberries, putting them on the bread too. You pour some coffee in a mug and hear the door to the office open. Soon Vincent is in the kitchen. 

“Hi lovely. I wanted to treat you boys today so I made you some breakfast. You set his plate and mug on the table and kiss his wax cheek. “Do you want some privacy?” You always ask this before you stay with Vincent when he has to take his mask off. You’ve seen his face a few times but you still make sure to ask. He nods. “I’ll leave you to it then.” You leave the kitchen and go back upstairs to get dressed. You spend the rest of the day cleaning up the house and spending time with Vincent in the basement. When Lester and Bo get home you insist they spend the rest of the day relaxing with you. 

[bellarkeselection]

My I request a john Dutton Valentine’s Day oneshot? John and the readers first Valentine’s Day with their newborn? Maybe a small simple dinner for them to just enjoy time together

This is kinda based off what I ate for dinner tonight 😂

Family Dinner

Walking down the stairs carrying my newborn baby in my arms before a wonderful smell of food filled my nose. Entering the kitchen I gasped seeing my husband John Dutton dressed in a suit and tie holding my favorite flowers in his left hand. "Evening my lovely valentine." He stepped forward taking our son Lucas in his right arm handing me the roses with his other. Once our son is in his high chair he gently takes my hand in his escorting me to a table full of good looking food. "John this looks so good and - oh my god is that strawberry cake!" I giggled sniffling the cake with chocolate icing sitting next to the plate of steak.

John fed Lucas his baby bottle food while I ate my steak feeling his eyes staring at me making me chuckle. "John you're staring again." He chuckled resting his chin in the palm of his hand barley having touched anything to eat. "I'm sorry darlin' you're just so beautiful that I could get lost in you all the time." Titling my head down I blush, he's always had a way with compliments about me. He'll say I'm beautiful even when it's late at night and I'm making cookies in the middle of the night. Where he accidentally scares me and I threw flower all over the both us that resulted in a flower fight in the kitchen.

"You're not too bad yourself John. I believe our son will grow up to be as handsome as his father." I gave him a compliment right back watching him get to his feet with an outstretched hand for me. "Care to dance Y/n?" Glancing down at my clothes which was just a simple nightgown I can't help but compare it him all neatly dressed up. "John I - I can't. I'm not dressed properly for it." He tucks some hair behind my ear giving me a loving smile. "That doesn't matter to me babydoll. You're perfect in a fancy dress or a tea shirt and blue jeans any day to me. All I care about is getting to hold you in my arms."

Finally getting to my feet I intertwined my hands with his and it was there in the kitchen that we slowly danced together like we were at a fancy event. John is a busy man and I'm busier now that Lucas was born. So these little moments in each other's arms makes up for all the time we're busy. "I love you since the day I met you, Y/n L/n." He whispers into my hair leaving a kiss. "I love you with my whole heart John. Happy Valentine’s Day cowboy. " I mumbled back just before Lucas started getting fussy wanting to go to bed. We break apart smiling as I rock our son to sleep in my arms.

Comments really appreciated ❤️