#(sorry i'm too busy growing strawberries)

[feralnightwing]

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

[kashverse]

thinking of babykuna turning into a tween and starting to get into makeup so when kunamama finds her trying on her makeup she helps her and dolls her up. sukuna HATESSS it lol (hes sad his baby is more into makeup than labubus now 💔)

i'm not sure how old a tween is but this is based off of a true story in my household LOL

sukuna always knew this day would come. the day his sweet, precious baby girl would move on from her babyish little fake makeup kits to real makeup. he had prepared himself for it, accepted it as an inevitable part of growing up. he just didn’t expect it to happen at the goddamn age of nine.

when he peered into babykuna’s room that fateful afternoon, he expected to see her usual chaos—her army of labubus lined up on her desk, ready for world domination or whatever strange little plots she was cooking up. instead, he saw something far, far worse.

there she was. his baby girl, sitting at her desk, face serious with military-grade focus as she carefully dabbed colored lip balm on her lips. sukuna’s soul shattered. it wasn’t just any lip balm. no, no, no. the labubus were gone. gone. in their place sat a neatly arranged set of scented and colored lip balms, like some kind of beauty counter display—a full-on collection.

“what… the fuck.”

babykuna looked up at him, proud of herself. “papa! look! i got new lip balm!” she pointed at the lineup. “this one’s strawberry, this one’s blueberry, this one’s watermelon, this one’s peach, and this one’s—”

sukuna wasn’t listening. he was too busy having a spiritual crisis. his babygirl—his baby—was moving on from toys to beauty products. the labubus had been replaced. this was worse than death. “no,” sukuna muttered, shaking his head. “no, no, no, this isn’t happening.”

"papa?"

he turned to you, eyes wide, desperate, feral. “do something.” you blinked at him, unimpressed. “do what?”

"tell her to play with her labubus!"

you stared at him, then at babykuna, who was now puckering her lips at herself in the mirror, and then back at him. “you’re losing it.”

babykuna smacked her lips together, admiring the light pink tint she had just applied. “mama, do you have a lip liner?”

sukuna gasped so hard he choked on air.

"she knows what a LIP LINER is?!"

you sighed, placing a hand on his chest. “sukuna, calm down.”

“no. no, i will not calm down. she's nine.”

babykuna held up another lip balm. “this one’s cherry!” 

sukuna physically staggered backward like he’d been hit. you had to physically restrain your six-foot-something, terrifyingly strong husband from falling to his knees and begging his daughter to return to the simpler days of playing with stuffed monsters. "it’s just lip balm, sukuna," you deadpanned, trying to keep him upright as he clutched his chest in agony.

“‘just lip balm’ she says! you don’t get it, woman! this is how it starts! first, it’s lip balm, then it’s eyeliner, then it’s lipstick, then it’s—” he cut himself off, horror dawning in his eyes. “...boys.”

you pinched the bridge of your nose. “jesus christ.”

babykuna blinked. “huh?”

sukuna grabbed you by the shoulders, shaking you slightly. “she's gonna start liking boys.”

"maybe she’ll like girls."

"that's even worse!"

babykuna, completely ignoring his dramatics, turned back to her mirror. “i think i need a lip gloss too…”

sukuna screamed.

a/n: sukuna saying “that's even worse” is not meant to sound homophobic, sorry if it comes off like that! he's just a bit paranoid of having to be protective of both sides :P

[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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Written for @bucktommyangstweek, Day 6: Bedside Vigils (Spoilers for season 8 episode 11)

“Hey, Tommy. Sorry, I'm late today. I was a bit busy.

I tried something new. My therapist suggested that. Said an activity that includes taking care of something might help me with, with the restlessness and the overthinking. 

So I started to build a little garden. It’s not much. Yet. Just a beet for vegetables, berries, and a few pots for flowers. But it’s fun. I’m getting excited about seeing everything grow. I mean, hopefully, it grows. If I don’t mess it up.

I’m most excited for the strawberries. Going to bake a cake for you when they’re ripe. You have to be awake to eat it though.

I know you ... you needed a lot of rest. So that your body can heal. But you can wake up anytime now, okay?

Please. 

Tommy. Please wake up.”

* They crash through the door, unable to keep their hands or mouths off each other.

Buck feels delirious. His heart is racing, his thoughts are in shambles. Is this a bad idea? If it is, it doesn’t feel like one. He doesn’t want to stop. His world consists of Tommy’s familiar smell and warmth, Tommy’s big hands, Tommy’s lips mouthing at his neck, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy.

Buck doesn’t want to stop.

So he doesn’t.

And when Tommy leaves in the morning after his face shows a tiny fracture of pain before he closes it off again, his walls up, Buck can still hear the echo of a moan reverberating in his head.

“Evan …” *

“Hey, Tommy. 

Today was Jee’s birthday party. It’s amazing how fast kids grow. I baked her a cake. Also brought a piece for you. I know, you can’t eat it. So … I’m going to eat it. It’s chocolate. I think you would have liked it.

She asked about you, you know? Asked about Uncle Tommy. She also did that after we broke up. When we were baking cookies together at the loft, Jee said she wanted to bake one for you too. With extra chocolate she said.

She was here with Maddie and Chimney yesterday. So if you wake up and see the card with the drawing of the helicopter, that’s from Jee. Please. Wake up, Tommy. Wake up, so that you can eat your cake and tell Jee how much you love her drawing.

I do have strawberries in my garden now, by the way. A lot of them. I would love to share them with you.

God. Now I'm crying again.

I can't believe how many tears the human body can produce. Please. Tommy.  You are missed. You ... You have so many things waiting for you here. Please. Come back."

* “Hey, thank you for agreeing to meet me,” Buck says and it’s a deja vu.

“Of course,” Tommy says quietly, sitting opposite him. He takes a sip of his coffee and smiles. “You got it right this time.”

“Yeah.” Buck clears his throat. “So … I, uh, I wanted to apologize. I wasn’t fair to you. Not only was that comment I made about not having feelings for everyone I have sex with … really bad timing. I also realized that … I was lonely. That house. It didn’t feel like home at all. And then you … I saw you. And I wanted things to get back to how they used to. So I pulled you back with me. I tried to, at least. I guess I was using the sex with you to distract myself from the fact, that I was unable to deal with all the changes that have happened in my life lately. In a very short time. I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you.”

He stops, feeling a bit breathless.

Tommy looks at him for a moment, his expression hard to read. Finally, he nods and says, “I get it.” “You do?” Buck asks, relieved.

“I was lonely too,” Tommy says. “So, I guess we kind of used each other that night. It’s okay. We don’t have to … overcomplicate things. It was sex.”

“Amazing sex,” Buck blurts.

“It was,” Tommy agrees, glancing at Buck while taking a sip of his coffee.

Silence falls as they look into each other’s eyes. The sun is falling on Tommy’s, making them sparkle like the ocean on a clear summer day. Fuck. Buck grips his own knee tight. He wants him. He wants him so bad it hurts. It's probably not a good idea again ... But, Tommy is not angry. And it’s just sex, right? Amazing sex. Tommy said so himself.

“Hey. Do you, uh, want to see my new bed?” Buck asks as casually as possible.

Tommy puts the mug down with a swallow, shifting his weight like he’s already about to get up. “Hell yeah.”

* "Hey, Tommy.

I, uh, had a talk with your cousin today. Please don’t be angry. I … I had to know some things. 

I’m so sorry you had to go through all that … With your Dad. My parents aren’t great either, well, you know that. But at least they didn’t get drunk and … and I didn’t have to hide in my closet. Your cousin told me about your Mum too. I’m sorry she died so soon. Too soon. You probably missed her a lot.

I can understand you went to join the army as soon as possible, to get away. From things. 

Your cousin told me you always were obsessed with flying. Planes. Helicopters. I, uh, I bought a book. I’m sure you know all these things already. But I don’t. I thought I was going to read it to you. So I can learn. And you can … maybe you can listen and wake up and tell me what’s your favorite type of helicopter. I really wish you would talk to me.

I miss you.

Please. Wake up soon, Tommy. Wake up.”

* “You’re already leaving?” Buck asks, disappointed. 

He shouldn’t be. After all, this is … something they do now. They have amazing sex. Fun times. And most times, if they have the time, they’re eating breakfast together, just talking about what is happening in their life right now. 

Well. It’s usually Buck who does the talking. Tommy is mostly listening and reacting. Buck tries to think about something he learned about Tommy this week. His throat tightens.

“Yeah, I have to be at the station a little earlier today,” Tommy says easily, putting on his shoes. “I promised to show the new probie around.”

“Okay,” Buck says. He should just let Tommy go. It’s not like they are … in a relationship. But still. Something about this hurts.

He stays in bed a little, thinking. Thinking back to when Tommy broke up with him. Tommy said he knew Buck would end up breaking his heart. He said he couldn’t be Buck’s first and his last. Tommy thought Eddie might be competition. Tommy was hurt when Buck said he doesn’t need to have feelings for everyone he has sex with, but instead of addressing it, he quickly decided to not try again and left. He left. Again.

Buck slowly puts the pieces together. They show him a painful image. Is Tommy scared of committing to a relationship because he did that in the past and got hurt? So hurt that now he’s guarding his heart? Does he agree to the sex because he does want to be with Buck but is too scared to take the next steps in a relationship?

Fuck.

Buck swallows and reaches for his phone, opening his chat with Tommy.

Hey. Can we talk later? Just talk. He types.

* “Hey, Tommy.

I did some digging again. Please don’t be mad. And don’t be mad at Lucy either. We … we are trying to cope, you know? And I’m trying to understand some things. Before ... Nevermind. We have to keep the hope up, right? Yeah. That's what we do.

Anyway, Lucy told me that you had a boyfriend. And … and that he left you because of someone else. Right when you were ready to propose. I’m so sorry you had to go through that. I can imagine how painful that must have been. You didn’t deserve that.

You deserve someone who stays. You deserve to be loved, Tommy. I know you probably don’t believe that, but you’re such an amazing, caring, loving, interesting, funny, handsome person. You really are. You took such good care of me. And every time I see you, I feel a little shy suddenly, haha. I really do. Shy and awkward. Like a duck.

Tommy. I … I still want to try again. I really do.

So, please. Wake up. Come back to me. Come back home.”

* “Buck.”

“Hey, Bobby, I was just about to clean -”

“Buck, I need you to come to my office with me.”

Buck’s smile drops.

Bobby looks at him seriously. Too serious.

Buck looks around the firehouse. The others are glancing at them, surprise and worry in their eyes. 

“You can say it,” Buck tells Bobby. “It’s okay if they hear it. Who … who got hurt?”

“I got the call a few minutes ago. Tommy’s helicopter crashed.”

Buck forgets to breathe. The world blurs. “No …”

“He’s in critical condition. And not conscious. You’re still his emergency contact. And they want to talk to you, since … Since Tommy also put you as his proxy and they believe you might have to make a few decisions.” Bobby puts a hand on Buck’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, Buck. I know things have been difficult between you two. But this … You’re excused, of course.”

Buck doesn’t know what to say. His blood is rushing in his ears. “I … I wanted to talk to him today,” he breathes.

“Buck,” Chimney says, placing a hand on his back. “Hey, I will drive you to the hospital, okay? You shouldn’t be alone right now.”

“I wanted to talk to him,” Buck repeats numbly.

~ “You can talk to him,” the doctor tells him. “We do believe that coma patients recognize voices.”

Buck nods, unable to tear his gaze away from Tommy.

He looks so small. He’s never small. 

“Hey, Tommy,” Buck says hoarsely. “I wanted to talk to you today. So … That’s what I’m going to do.”

* “Hey, Tommy.

Tommy?

Tommy! Oh my God, Tommy!

Hey, look at me! You will be okay. Everything will be okay. Just … Just keep looking at me.

I’m here. I love you, you hear me? I love you, Tommy.

I’m here.”

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[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."

~~~~~~~~ 👑

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.

~~~~~~ 👑

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…

~~~

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.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 👑

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

[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.

[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!

[jade24632]

Sodapop x chubby fem y/n: 💕sweetness💕

Sodapop p.o.v

After a long day at workin at the gas station I decided to head home early, tbh I didn't feel like dealin with people rn.. I just wanna go home. As I walked down the street n the direction of home, my nose caught a delicious smell. Lookin up, from my feet my eyes caught on to a lil bakery that just opened; huh.. probably some new n town.

The delicious smell of fresh baked pastries fill my nostrils, n before my brain could register what was going on- my feet lead me inside. Walkin n the sweet smells of pastries, n fresh baked bread fill the atmosphere. Like it was callin me n. Walkin n the small bakery, my shoes clicked against the wooden floor.

Lil pastries wrapped n well sealed n lil bags on the shelfs; with fresh bread filling the air. Not payin attention I accidentally bumped into some on.

"Oh, I'm sorry"

My eyes caught hold of the most short, precious lil lady I ever seen her chubby cheeks n figuer was too cute; like she came straight out a fairytale. Her big round innocent eyes, looked into mine mine her cheeks started flushin pink.

"I'm sorry, I was n ur way" (y/n)

"No, it's my fault I should've been payin attention"

Not gonna lie her outfit match her personality- she wore a white & pink blouse with cherry blossom flower; with a hot pink skirt. And her tiny lil feet n her sandals. I didn't want to be a creep n just stare so I turned away for a moment, before lookin down at her again. Dammit she's too cute.

"I hope u don't mind me askin, but whats up name lil lady?"

"I'm, y/n" (y/n)

Hearin her name was like a tone of a spring river, and the song of birds n the summertime.

"Y/n, a beautiful name for a lovely lady"

Her cheeks turned a dark shade of pink almost turnin red. But when she asked me her name, I felt embarrassed. My name of all things was Sodapop.. really? My parents couldn't give me a better name? Well it's better then ponyboy.. my brother name after a horse, but anyway; rubbin the bk of my neck I finally gave her my name.

"I'm Sodapop, but u can call me soda"

It was a moment of silence before I heard y/n let out a small chuckle. Apparently she liked it, she said it was unique n different- now my face was hot. Oh no. I didn't know her for so long n I want to know more about her.

"So, soda what brings u n my bakery?" (Y/n)

N she's got her own business? Okay, I respect that.

"Well lookin n ur shop window, I saw somethin sweet I want n it turned out to be u"

Her eyes widened for a minute, before lettin out a giggle. My heart can't take it. I wanna marry her now.

"I was talking about the pastries silly" (y/n)

She playfully hit me, n we both chuckled..

"Well that too."

Y/n p.o.v

After meetin soda, I showed him around my bakery n help him pick some desserts. Like cherry filled muffins, n macaroons. A dessert he never tired before. He also grabbed a couple of cinnamon rolls, n strawberry filled donuts. I guess he had a sweet tooth, wrong. I didn't sell my pastries at a expensive price so, it wasn't much.

But anyway- when I charged him his total cost $15, he gave me $50. For a minute I was confused but he told me to keep a $20 for myself, a $10 for as a tip n the last $20 for his pay.

"A $10 tip?"

"Yea it's not much, but all small businesses need to grow too" (soda)

I blushed a lil, then proceeded to wrap his pastries n a bag. Nowadays if a Soc found out a greaser had this much money, they be jumped. I should know I was a greaser myself; but anyway- I gave him bag n when he reached for it, my fingers brushed against his n I felt a shiver run down my spine. Y/n no- u just met him.. but I wanna know more about him

Soda let out a chuckle before grabbin my hand n placing a kiss on the bl of it, his lips was soft n gently. For a first time I know wha a princess feels like. When he turn to leave I felt a peace of my heart break, did he have to go?

"Thx u y/n for the desserts n lettin me meet u" (soda)

"Thx u, n same to u"

With that he blew a kiss at me with a wink, n left. I aint know him that long- but I felt like I was floatin on air n my heart flutter.

"Please come bk soon"

Soda p.o.v

Holdin the bag n my hand n my shoes clicked against the pavement, I smiled at myself. Not for me but for meetin her.

"Trust me lil lady, I'll be bk soon"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Yo,

Hi my babies 💋💋💋!!

I hope yall enjoy this story, don't forget to follow, leave a comment and like for more craziness. Yall come bk now. 🤪

N if u yall want my wattpad for more outsiders, go ahead.. u can find me under tiffanyOsborne8 on wattpad, or under the hastag grumpylady.

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I love each n everyone of yall: ✌🏾💕

All yall my babies 💋.

[aectpen]

STRAWBERRY ✯ 𝙕𝙃𝘼𝙉𝙂 𝙃𝘼𝙊!

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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.

[nightly-th0ughts]

I disliked how she pushed me to find someone else.

I do NOT want someone else )':

I don't see how that's so hard to understand ?

I only wanted you, and I still do,

And I don't want anyone else,

I never did

Matter of fact, you'll never know how badly I wished that you were the only girl I've been with,

Because that's how badly I don't want anyone else

I want you only, and so badly, that I deeply wished that I've only met you and not anyone else

Because I only want you

You you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you

I've always had a hard time verbalizing my boundaries, I was made to be this soft doll that never talks,

Im sorry that my transformation and progress in this didn't happen fast enough,

That I have so much to do and handle,

That I'm so stressed,

But I'm ever changing,

Because YES, I'd do whatever necessary to grow old with you,

To take amazing care of you,

To be by your side as you flourish,

To accomplish our dreams together,

To build something special together,

To make you feel safe, but not just that,

But actually keep you safe,

I wanted nothing more than to keep you safe,

And you haven't any idea of the horrific intrusive fears that came into my mind,

My fear of you being hurt the way I've been.

I wanted nothing more than to spend my life with you, because you're the only one I'd want to do forever with.

I don't want someone like you,

I just only want to love you.

That is true and I refuse to pretend, to try with another because the point is, I don't want someone like you, I don't want anyone else, I just want to be with you. I did then and I do now.

And I don't know to do with how I feel,

There's no where to run because I miss you all the time even when I'm asleep.

I miss you so much,

And I am devastated at life without you.

Because yes I was fine on my own,

But once you stepped in,

I am forever changed, forever in love with you,

Forever going to notice your absence.

And if you're heavy, swirling feelings are yours to deal with, well I'll make your hardships my hardships because, your problems are mine too.

And I'll gladly do so,

Because your waves don't drown me,

I can surf, I have a boat.

I love you not only because you are my dream girl,

yes you,

I love you because you are you,

Overflowing in passion, sometimes it can feel like a bit much,

But not to me,

To me, loving in you full is easy.

And I know loving me can be easy too,

Just let me show you that it's us vs the problem,

Never you vs me.

Let me show you how much I care,

Let me hold you calm,

Let me reassure you, that even right now, I love you more each day,

Even right now.

And all I want to do ?

I just want to tell you I love you repeatedly, hold you dear in my embrace, and talk to you gently.

I don't want to be anyone else's teddy bear 🧸,

And I don't want any other strawberry 🍓.

I know I'm a bunch of sappiness,

Maybe I'm foolish for this,

I just love you,

And I miss you so much,

I sometimes think you should've believed,

But it felt you were busy looking for an exit,

Trying to convince yourself,

Looking for the first reason to not believe,

You are more than safe, and always have been,

Though I understand that your emotions are big and a lot to handle at times,

But I promise wholeheartedly, that you have my full commitment,

Because what I kept beneath is that when I first looked into your eyes, I saw my life,

And I made the commitment to be there through anything, and to do whatever it takes, I made the commitment to go through whatever it takes,

Though I knew not what that entailed,

I am committed.

And maybe that's what scared ya ?

)': Idk, I just want to give you a hug and tell you I love you )':

[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."

[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.

[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.

[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.