#But then he'd see her walk it off and be all ?!

[screwitbaby]

cybergirl

hamzahthefantastic x reader (oneshot)

[part 1] (you don’t have to read it to read this one)

summary: you’re a cam girl and you have more power over hamzah’s horny ass than you can even comprehend.

contains: smut with plot ofc

w/c: 2.7k-ish

a/n: yall convinced me. can i even call this a oneshot anymore? anyway enjoy <3

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The clock was ticking. Hamzah's eyes couldn't stay in one place. He knew he was obsessed with you—he couldn't even jerk off to random porn anymore, only you could keep him hard—but the extent of his infatuation was starting to take a toll on his daily life. Recording gaming videos and podcasts with Martin felt like such a chore when all he could think about was your plush thighs wrapped around his head or your face pressed into his pillows, ass up. 

It was like a parasite had taken over and he was merely a host body for something sinister that was controlling his every move. He wasn't even sure if he hated it. It was one of the only things bringing him unadulterated joy as of recent. His wallet certainly hated him for it, though.

His laptop was already on and set in place. You were about to start your weekly scheduled live broadcast and he was sat in bed, waiting obediently for your arrival. The thought of creepy, old retirees with beer guts and wives also waiting for you made his skin crawl. His brain conjured up torturous scenes of you on call with them, talking to them the same way you spoke to him. Charming them with your promising words and perfect tits. No, he was sure he was special. Right?

He slapped his cheeks lightly, trying to rid the thoughts from poisoning his mind. It didn't matter. He knew what he was getting into the moment he paid for that first private meeting. He just had to suck it up and have you in any way he could.

Your panties were laid out next to him, almost tricking him into believing you were there in the room with him at one point or another. When he came home from the studio a week ago and saw a package with cursive writing and glittery gift wrap sitting at his doorstep, he was tempted to banish Martin from the building as soon as he'd welcomed him. When Martin then asked him what was in the box as he was taking it up to his room, he froze. His lies about it being an eBay order were almost as easy to see as the half-chub rising beneath his sweatpants. Luckily, Mandy called her boyfriend within the hour and he left soon thereafter without bothering to question his best friend's strange behavior.

It was pathetic, the way he locked the door to his room and shut his blinds just to open a parcel. He felt like he was living with his family again, trying to minimize any possible chances that they'd walk in on him with his dick in his hand. But he was completely alone then, and as he carefully tore the wrapping to preserve your penmanship of his name on the shipping label, his heart was beating out of his chest. Swathed in pink tissue paper lay his only worldly evidence that you were real, not just a couple of pixels on his screen.

Your lilac, lacy, worn panties.

For the next few days, Hamzah didn't leave home. He sniffed, he rubbed, he moaned and groaned. And he was loud. Any sense of shame left him as soon as he came the first time. He was sure he'd pass out from the pleasure at some point, but it was like each climax recharged him with the power to go twice as hard. It took a while for him to get himself together. It took no time at all for him to tune in to your show.

So, here he was, anxiously staring at the chat room full of digital degenerates and convincing himself he wasn't cut from the same cloth. He was different. He respected you. He liked you for more than just your perfect tits, peachy ass, lustrous hair, smooth skin, wet pu—

Then, the camera turned on. The chat started going at a hundred miles per hour. The donations began to flow in. And all you had done was smile.

"Hi, everybody," you giggled, eyes scanning the screen as you waved. "Oh, wow! Thank you for all the donations! So eager for me."

Hamzah's heart twinged. He didn't want to be reminded that he wasn't the only one. He made a donation of his own as you began reading them out.

"Thank you for the hundred dollars, SuperSpreader77!" you gasped as the notification sounded. You placed your hand on your chest, drawing Hamzah's eyes to the blood-red, satin brassiere that adorned it. "I'll be sure to make it up to you."

You winked and bit your lip. Hamzah swore he could've melted right there. The damp spot on the front of his boxers stuck out sorely, his cock aching for a release that would certainly make him see stars.

"I missed you all so much." You pouted.

And just like that, his elation was cut short by your acknowledgment of the others.

The live lasted near an hour as you touched yourself and stared into the camera and teased and did all the right things to get Hamzah wrapped even tighter around your finger. Knowing he was there after his donation made you slightly more daring than usual. You spanked yourself with a frilly paddle until your ass was stinging and bruised—a little taste of what was to come. You weren't lying about making it up to him later.

By the end, Hamzah was sure his balls were really going to turn blue. He did touch himself—how could he not?—but he knew nothing would be better than to finish with you, one on one. So he edged closer and closer to the point of no return, denying himself of his orgasm as he rutted into his fist, wishing it was your mouth or your cunt. He watched with impressive self control as you came all over your own fingers, splayed across your mattress like a priceless painting that could only be rightfully witnessed in a museum.

You ended the live by blowing a kiss and Hamzah rushed to open the Zoom app. This time, you joined within a few minutes, still topless but with your thong back on. Hamzah wasn't sure if he was sad to see you covered up or more excited that he'd get to see it get pulled off again.

"Hi, angel," you greeted. Your eyes twinkled, face flushed and lips bitten red from your previous escapade. "I missed you the most."

Hamzah groaned like the words physically wounded him.

"You're driving me insane," he said.

His hand traveled down to his navel, but before he could grab himself, you spoke.

"Ah, ah," you tutted, stopping him in his tracks. "Did you get my little gift?"

"Yes." He nodded keenly, grasping the lace from beside him and running it down his torso until he draped it over his throbbing cock.

"Do I even want to know what you've done with it?" you asked, tilting your head to the side.

"The things I wish I could do to you," Hamzah answered honestly.

He pinched the lace between his fingers and ghosted the cloth across himself, sharply inhaling at the sensation. You bit your lip and Hamzah felt himself twitch. With the way you had soaked through your thong, you wondered if he'd want this pair, too.

"Did you enjoy my show?" you asked despite knowing the answer. "Enjoy yourself?"

"I waited for you," Hamzah said. "I wanted you. Alone."

"Are you hurting? Aching for me?"

"I want you so bad. You have no idea."

"I don't?"

Hamzah shook his head.

"Show me. Show me how you used those panties."

He immediately obliged. He began by gripping his shaft, spreading the precum from his tip downward. He moved your panties to encircle his cock, dragging against his balls deliciously as he pumped himself. His head fell back, already so close that he could feel his heartbeat drumming in his ears. You watched him hungrily.

"Gonna cum already?" You licked your lips, leaving them glossy. "Let me hear you, angel."

A loud moan tumbled from his lips, a sense of abandon washing through him as he pleasured himself in front of you. You observed the way the vein in his neck popped similarly to the ones on his cock and imagined how they'd taste, how they'd feel against your tongue. You began touching yourself, swirling your fingers around your swollen clit.

"I-I can't hold—c-can I?" he stuttered out, chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Do it, Hamzah. Ruin my panties."

You lay flat on your back, neck craned to watch the screen as his movements grew fervent. You tried to match his pace, tried to fuck your fingers into your pussy as he bucked his hips, tried to picture it was him inside of you. He spilled into his hand, shouting your name over and over until his voice grew scratchy and he had released every last drop all over himself and the fabric. He hadn't even opened his eyes before he was hard again. You were the only Viagra he'd ever need.

"Wanna see you," he panted, attempting in vain to catch his breath.

He ran his thumb over his tip and shivered. You leapt from bed to pull your thong off and tossed it towards the camera playfully. When you bent over your desk, his eyes widened. The marks on your ass were red and angry, slightly raised in the shape of the paddle. He didn't know he had it in him, but he genuinely growled.

"Fuck me..." He gripped himself tighter, his eyes nearly rolling back into his head from how sensitive he was.

You reached into one of the drawers and slowly pulled a toy out from the back. Hamzah was pleased to see the dildo was of similar size to him. You knew it would never compare to the real thing, but it'd have to do. You spat onto it, slapping it against your sore ass a couple times and jumping at the sting. Hamzah fell into a trance, unable to do anything but moan as he watched you run the head against your dripping folds before pressing in.

You gasped, keeling over the desk as your wetness enveloped the entirety of the silicone. The feeling of every inch stretching you had you clamping around it as your body adjusted to the intrusion. You drew it out until just the tip was still inside. Then, all at once, you drove it back in with a cry.

"Hamzah!" you whimpered, head lolling to the side. "I-I'm—"

"You're doing so good, baby." He wrapped your panties around the base of his cock, intensifying his satisfaction as the fabric cinched around him. "Fuck yourself. Hard."

His hoarse voice combined with the pleasure passing through you made your legs shake. You could barely even hold yourself up. Your chest pressed against the cold wood and your nipples grazed the surface, rendering you speechless. Hamzah watched as you flicked your wrist as fast as you could and the dildo disappeared into you. You were in the clouds, gripping the edge of the desk with your other hand until your knuckles turned white.

"Shit, s-so fuckin’ pretty," Hamzah groaned.

You couldn't even see straight anymore, but you knew him well enough to know he was closing in on his second orgasm of the night. The carnal sounds of the both of you reverberated through your rooms, a mess of moans and wet slapping. When you screwed your eyes shut tight enough, it was almost as if you were there together.

"Cum f'me, baby," Hamzah grunted out, "only me."

"Only you, angel," you whined, your mouth staying ajar as you felt your stomach clenching and your toes curling.

Broken moans toppled from your lips. Any words said were inaudible, a jumble of sweet nothings as the two of you came in unison. Your wrist was cramping and you could feel your arousal making a mess all over your legs, but you couldn't bare to stop your movements. Pure bliss coursed through your veins and Hamzah strained to watch the way your orgasm turned your body into a shaking heap atop your desk. He came so hard his vision blacked out for a moment and he huffed heavy breaths until his body was no longer tensed from head to toe.

You eventually released the dildo from your grasp and let it fall to the floor, tracing your fingers over your wetness then to your clit. Even a faint touch sent a shock through you. You giggled but it came out as a shaky sigh.

"God, baby," Hamzah murmured, unraveling your panties from his dick and sitting up to pull his laptop closer. "You okay?"

"Hmm," you hummed in your state of euphoria. You attempted to stand straight but to no avail, gripping the sides of the desk as you nearly toppled over with another giggle. "'M fine."

"Fuck," Hamzah laughed quietly, feeling the effects of his own exhaustion. "That good?"

"Mhm," you moaned, nodding.

When you turned, you wobbled on your feet for a couple steps before falling to your knees in front of the bed. You brought your laptop to the edge and smiled, wiping a tear from your eye.

"So good."

Hamzah grinned, leaning against the wall as his breathing slowly returned to a normal pace. He was sticky and slightly sore, but he couldn't even begin to imagine what you were feeling in that moment.

"How do you do this for work?" he said, bemused. "I'm destroyed."

He reached up to run his fingers through his curls, but decided against it once he felt the moisture coated between them.

"I was thinking of you during the live."

You crossed your arms on the bed, resting your cheek on your forearm as you stared at his figure through the screen. He opened his mouth and closed it a couple times, failing to find his words. You giggled again, completely spent.

"Why are you so far?"

He knew there was no real answer to his question, but he couldn't help but wonder out loud. How was it that the girl of his dreams was so out of his reach? Did he do something in a past life to deserve this fate? The longer he thought about it, the worse he felt.

"Maybe it's for the best," you offered, eyes closed. "Maybe you'd get sick of me IRL."

He contemplated the sentiment for a moment. No, there's no way. He could never get sick of your sweet voice; surely it'd be impossible.

"First of all, 'IRL'? Really?" he teased. "And who knows. Maybe I could fly you out."

"Don't be silly," you yawned, sitting back on your haunches to stretch.

"Fine," he said, rolling his eyes. "I already paid for your panties. What makes you think I wouldn't pay for the ticket to get the rest of you here?"

"Ridiculous."

You just couldn't make sense of it. A boy flying you out while knowing close to nothing about you. Sure, you made each other feel good, but there's a big difference between seeing someone for an hour or two weekly and seeing them everyday with no where else to go. Such an absolute scared you. Besides, a girl like you would never dare to have such big dreams of a fairytale ending.

"My offer still stands." Hamzah crossed his arms.

"What is it with you and your offers?"

"Never hurt before."

He grabbed the panties from beside him and held it up to the camera like it was evidence of his claim. The two of you laughed at the white stains that now adorned it.

"You're disgusting."

"You love it."

You shook your head, not even refuting his words. You couldn't ignore the jolt that surged through your heart.

"Really, you should consider it," he said with a shrug.

"No promises," you said. "Goodnight, angel."

You subsequently signed off, leaving Hamzah with a longing in his chest that kept him up that night and invaded his dreams when he managed to drift off in the early hours of the morning.

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a/n: if u ask for part 3 i may just scream. idk i kinda like having them yearn for each other. thoughts? feelings? concerns? hate? leave it in the replies!

[snail-noodle]

shadow milk lovers! come get ya juice!!

gif credit to @murahaul 💙

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past!shadow milk cookie who enjoys laying curled around you whenever he finishes his studies and lectures for the day. these moments are rare between the two of you. being both a hero and a highly esteemed principal of a grand academy, there's no doubt shadow milk cookie's free time is very minimal.

he sighs in bliss as he gently pulls you closer to him, snuggling your neck and basking in your warmth. truly, he wouldn't trade these moments with you for anything less.

beast!shadow milk cookie who has gotten used to the lack of touch of another being after so many centuries being sealed away. the moment you embrace him, his entire body and mind freezes up. such actions of affection had become foreign to him. it takes him a while to not freeze whenever you hug him, kiss him, or even just hold his hand.

fortunately, as you spend time together more and more, he's the one who begins to initiate such affections. it's a slow process, but it's improving...

past!shadow milk cookie enjoys watching you do mundane tasks around his castle. he had reassured countless times that doing such tasks isn't necessary. he has loyal servants at his beck and call that can do those chores for you, but you wave it off every time. he was baffled at first, but as time went on... he started noticing small things from you. how you would hum a little melody whenever you would prepare food for the both of you. how you would have a small smile whenever you dusted off and rearranged the couple of bookshelves in your shared room.

the little things...

beast!shadow milk cookie who firmly refuses to allow you to do any type of chore in his castle after his return. he wants your complete and undivided attention at all times! if you ever start mindlessly sorting out books, one of shadow milk cookie's servant will gently nudge you away and continue the task for you.

"his majesty calls for you, my lady." you leave with a huff. even trying to do a simple task will cause one of his servants to appear out of nowhere to stop you and send you back to him. he wants you nowhere else but near to him.

past!shadow milk cookie who enjoys taking long walks with you amongst his garden at night. after a long day of teaching magic and providing knowledge about the world, he enjoys taking the moment to stand beneath the stars. it's even more pleasant when you're there to accompany him. hands intertwined, hushed conversations shared amongst the both of you, and the stars twinkling high above. what could be a better way to end a busy day?

beast!shadow milk cookie will gaze up at the moon and the stars that surround her with you by his side. instead of the gardens, the two of climb up his highest tower for a clearer view of the sky. despite everything, shadow milk cookie still retains the mannerisms from his past self. with a gentle, but firm grip on your hand, he matches your pace as the two of you ascend up the tower.

he knows he could easily just carry you and take flight up to the top, but he'd rather spend this moment to have a conversation you. the moon and stars won't be leaving anytime soon. why the rush?

past!shadow milk cookie enjoys holding your hand and seeing the vast size difference you share. just like his fellow friends, shadow milk cookie is a tall individual (the perks of being one of the first cookies). seeing just how small, how fragile you were, he just can't help but feel a rush of protectiveness course through his dough. everything about you, no matter how small, deserves to be kept safe.

beast!shadow milk cookie who constantly teases you about your height. he enjoys sneaking up on you from behind and lifting you up in the air with a spin! even now, he enjoys the height difference and he makes sure to let you know with his words <3 either by teasing you or whispering it to you as he holds you close in an embrace.

past!shadow milk cookie who is quick to guide you away at the first sign of danger. unlike burning spice or anyone else, past!shadow milk cookie is a man who rarely gets mad. if anyone dares to or/and ends up hurting you... well, facing the wrath of an immortal is impossible to survive from.

beast!shadow milk cookie won't even try to see or figure out why someone would attack you. if he senses danger, he's quick to cut it off before any harm is done to you. danger lurks at every corner now that he's free from the tree. because of who he is, it's no surprise that there's cookies appearing in his kingdom to take him out.

it's amusing to watch a cookie try to harm him. sometimes he even allows them to almost come close to landing a mark on him. when it comes to you, though? he doesn't even bother turning the attacker into a puppet, he's quick to slash right through them without a smile.

it's all fun and games for him... until it involves you.

[letaliabane]

Saving the Butler! - Valet!SimonRiley and Maid!Reader (heavily centred on our Butler Mr Kyle Garrick)

You were sitting beneath the oak tree, taking in the early morning sun while the ladies of the house had their breakfast trays in bed when suddenly the shrill ring of the bike bell rang. Turning to the gate you saw the postman who handed in a singular letter before disappearing out of site.

Glancing at the aged parchment you noticed it was directly addressed to Mr Garrick himself.

Kyle Garrick was a young butler, younger than any you had met anyway. But you could say he was a bit of an old soul. Another of Lord John's close comrades from the war. Probably one of the very few he put all his trust in, especially making him the man to oversee the running of Downton Abbey.

He was a closed off man, by the book and firm when needed. Though sometimes you saw a tiny smile on his face when a joke was particularly funny in the servant's hall.

Making your way inside, you walked down the corridor and knocked on his office door.

'Enter,' you heard behind the closed door. You gave the butler a smile, 'Morning Mr Garrick, this just arrived at the back for you.'

'Thank you Y/N,' He said, giving you a tight-lipped smile as he took the letter.

When you had disappeared out of sight and the door shut, he slipped his paper knife through the envelope, letting it fall to the desk as he unravelled the letter.

Reading the words upon the page it felt like his heart had stopped. Lunging to his feet, he grabbed his coat and was out of his office, and out the back door.

A week later

As the kitchen staff were preparing to serve tea, the rest of the servants gathered from their jobs upstairs for a brief respite. You found yourself thirsty and decided to get yourself a glass of water.

Going into the now-empty kitchen, you were quick to grab a glass from the cupboard reserved for the staff. But as you went to turn the tap at the sink, a loud 'CRASH' had you gasping in shock, nearly dropping the glass in your hand.

Turning towards the sound, you saw the pantry doors wide open, within the threshold various vegetables and fruit rolled by and gathering them into a satchel was—Mr Garrick?!

He was out of breath, a red warmth to his cheeks as if he'd been in a hurry, his usual smart and presentable attire in disarray. Mr Garrick got to his feet only to freeze at the sight of you, mouth agape, unable to speak.

'Um,' You started, taking in the satchel he tried to hide terribly at his side, 'Can I help Mr Garrick?'

'No, not at all Y/N, not at all,' He said, giving you a nod before hurrying out towards the back door, leaving you quite dumbfounded.

You soon found your wits, returning your glass to its place before returning to the hall where the staff were all seated. Mr Riley was writing in his journal, Gwen going on about her lack of confidence in Matthew Crawley because of his 'class.'

As you took your seat, Mr Riley looked to you, eyes softening. 'You alrigh' Miss?'

'I've just seen something ever so odd—' You started, only to be spoken over by Gwen.

'I'm sorry but I have standards! If you expect me to bow and courtesy to this nobody from bloody nowhere-'

'Gwen?'

The voice had you all on your feet immediately. There standing at the door dressed in a beautiful yet simple lavender day dress, curled hair done in an updo with makeup light, was the Lady of the house Liliana Montel.

Though American, she had been one of the kindest women you had served, and probably the youngest. You could see why his Lordship had fallen for her. Beauty, kindness, and smarts are all in one package. Though rumour through the country was that he married her just for her father's money, you highly doubted it by the way they doted on each other and their three girls.

In this instance, however, her usual kindness was overshadowed by shock and sternness.

'Were you just discussing Mr Crawley?' She asked, staring directly at Gwen.

'Yes, Milady I was,' The woman in question choked out in her shock.

Liliana raised her eyebrow. 'Is it your place to do so?'

Gwen gulped heavily, gathering herself before saying, 'I've got my opinions milady, same as anybody else!'

The sharp clicking of heels caught your attention as Ms Laswell came from around the corner, going to her Ladyship's side. 'May I help you in any way Milday?'

'I just came down to pass on this button from my new evening coat, seems to have come undone,' Liliana says, putting the little black button into the head housekeeper's hand, eyes quickly moving to Gwen again. 'However I was ... quite shocked by the chatter I heard as I came in. Mr Crawley is his Lordship's distant cousin and heir. You therefore should please show him the respect he is entitled to.

Gwen puffed her chest, saying with a chortle, 'You don't like him yourself! Milday I overheard you say it, you never wanted him to—'

'Enough!' Liliana silenced her, expression now sour.

You had to hold back your shock. Every maid, let alone ladies maid knew there was a strict code to be followed. Of course, being able to assist the women of the house was a privilege, but hearing the gossip and secrets behind closed doors was an even bigger one. It was never to be shared or repeated elsewhere.

'You are sailing perilously close to a line that should not be crossed! If you are to remain a ladies' maid you will not speak in that way again about the Crawleys or any of my husband's family again.'

She was quick to take her leave, leaving the servant's hall in an awkward silence as you all took your seats again.

A embarrassed and red faced Gwen remained standing in shock before stating to the room, 'A real Lady of the house would've rang for me not come down herself.'

Without another word, she plucked the button from Ms Laswell and disappeared out of sight.

Glancing towards Johnny, his face bright red as he tried but failed to hold back his laughter. Quickly turning your body towards Mr Riley you couldn't help but giggle against his shoulder, his own laughter muffled behind his mask.

'Oh I haven't had a goo' laugh like tha' in a long time,' Johnny gasped, wiping the tear from his eye.

Mr Riley shook his head. 'Gwen had it coming to her. Regret to say it but I savoured it.'

You tilted your head with your eyebrow raised, smirking. 'You don't though do you?'

There was a particular glint in his eye which told you he did not regret it. He put his journal down, turning his attention to you. 'Now tell me about this odd thing you saw Miss.'

A week later

You sat in the servants hall, this time all alone, patching up the jewels on a pair of heels for Lady Edith. In the solitude, it was easier to get the work done without any distractions.

'Where is everyone?'

The rumble of Mr Riley's familiar voice had her turning to see him walking to your side, a coat over his arm, pulling out a chair beside you.

'They've gone down to the village, some travelling salesman has arrived and settled in a pub for the night. They all wanted to see him,' You said.

He raised his eyebrow, settling into his chair. 'Alone at last it seems.'

Chuckling, you continued cleaning the shoes. Just as he looked over his lordship's coat he muttered, 'Shouldn't be without both footmen, wonder if Mr Garrick knows?'

'Ms Laswell does! She went down with the others. They probably won't be long.'

A comfortable silence fell over you both, you working on the shoes while Mr Riley cleaned up the coat. His arm grazed yours every so often but you didn't mind. It was almost comforting. It reminded you of how he had raised your hand to his cold mask's lips. You imagined what his real lips were like. Were they warm? Gentle? Chapped—'

He piped up once, distracting you from your thoughts.

'So you see to all three girls, AND you are supposed to be head housemaid? You should put in for a raise?'

You couldn't help but scoff, sending him a cheeky smile. 'What do you mean 'supposed to be'?'

He chuckled but his reply was interrupted by the shrill ring of a bell. Your smile fell. Upon the opposite wall were all bells for every room in the house when service was required. This particular one was for the front door.

Mr Riley glanced up, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, shaking his head. 'Didn't I say we should have had at least a single footmen left behind?'

'You'll have to answer it,' You say nervously, 'Mr Garrick won't like a lady's maid answering the front door.'

Assisting him up the stairs, you stood a ways away as Mr Riley answered the door. You couldn't hear very clearly, but there seemed to be a man asking for his Lordship. When Mr Riley refused, he said he knew Mr Garrick to be the butler.

Turning away from the door he came to your side, whispering frantically near your ear, 'Go and find Mr Garrick as fast as you can.'

You nodded and just as you turned away, the double doors were pushed open by the visitor. Tanned skin, black hair, he was dressed in a plaid suit, bowler hat in hand as he waltzed in.

Mr Riley looked to you once more, squeezing your hand, 'Go through the front door. Trust me.'

Giving him a nod, ignoring the man who looked you up and down you rushed out the door. Glancing around, you saw a distant figure walking down the garden path towards the house who vaguely looked like the butler.

Your heels clicked against the pebbled path, running as fast as you could towards him. 'Mr Garrick?'

The man looked up, revealing it was indeed, Mr Garrick, eyes wide in shock at the sight of you. You stopped in front of him and tried to catch your breath.

'Good God Y/N, are you—'

'No time!' You gasped, 'You're needed at the house at once. A man is asking for you!'

Mr Garrick's expression morphed into fear. With him at your side, you both rushed back towards the house. Following behind him into the library, you found the man in question, a perplexed Lord John and Mr Riley.

'Beg pardon your lordship!' Mr Garrick said as he rushed into the room.

Mr Riley glanced towards him then turned at your arrival, coming to your side as you tried to quietly catch your breath, pressing a firm hand to your back as if to steady you.

'You two can go—'

'No!' John bellowed over the butler, stopping you and Mr Riley in your tracks, 'No one is going anywhere! Do I take it you know this man Garrick?'

The unknown man grinned, but it wasn't in a friendly way. More like to tease. 'You gonna tell 'em or shall I?'

'I'm going to!' Mr Garrick said, rather angrily. 'This is Thomas Grig. We grew up together.'

Thomas scoffed, stepping up towards Mr Garrick. 'That's an understatement. We were brothers—'

'We were not!' The butler opposed, shoving his hand off when he went to embrace him. His smile no longer remained, stepping away from Mr Garrick.

Mr Garrick's eyes jumped nervously from each person in the room, head hanging low. 'This was long before I was taken in by an orphanage. But we grew up in a poor part of Manchester. And that led to us ... to steal to survive.'

You angrily stared at Thomas who looked around in glee as if proud of his act. You couldn't believe he would try to shame Mr Garrick for only trying to survive.

'He turned up in the village a week or so ago with no warning. On the run of course. Wanting a place to hide, and of course, for money!' Mr Garrick explained, 'He was wanted for some petty crime that he is obviously guilty of—'

'Hey steady on!' Thomas growled, shoving the butler. You felt Mr Riley stiffen beside you, fist tight as he glowered at the man. Quietly, you reached for his hand, and his eyes were quick towards you, briefly taking your hand into his.

Mr Garrick sighed, 'He blackmailed me, saying if I didn't help he would expose my past. I put him up in one of the empty cottages. I couldn't buy food from the village. Would've raised too many questions. So I stole, from the kitchens here. Y/N saw me,' He sighed, pointing towards you.

You shook your head. 'I wouldn't 'ave said anything Mr—'

'My Lord,' Mr Garrick said over you, looking to his lordship guiltily, 'I understand if my resignation is needed.'

John, who had remained silent this whole time taking in the encounter, cleared his throat, turning to Thomas.

'So why have you come here today? Especially if he has done everything you have asked of him?'

Thomas scoffed, glaring towards Mr Garrick, before, with absolute gall, he sat down on one of the great sofas. 'Because he hasn't! He didn't give me any money!''

'If I did you would've just come back for more. You are nothing but greedy!' Mr Garrick muttered, Thomas laughing.

John glanced between the two before smiling. 'Mr Grigg I'll tell you what's going to happen. When I've given you twenty pounds you will leave Downton immediately and we will never see you again.'

Though he brightened at the mention of money, Thomas grimaced. 'I'll will have to see?'

'If you return I will ensure you are convicted for theft and blackmail,' John continued, even as Thomas jumped to his feet in a bumbling mess, pulling a couple of noted of money out of his wallet, 'You will serve five to ten years in His Majesty's custody.'

The man eyed the money, grabbing the money with a huff. 'One day your lot will fall, you'll have to toe the line like the rest of us.'

John smiled brightly. 'Thankfully for Kyle Garrick, that day has not come.'

Thomas glared at Mr Garrick before turning on his heel and stomping out of the room. Mr Riley pulled you behind him as the man stomped past, quickly following him, probably to ensure he had left.

'I'll take it my resignation has not been accepted sir?' You heard Mr Garrick ask quietly. It was the least confident you had ever seen him. It almost made your heart break a little at the fear in his voice.

John turned to him, gripping the man's shoulder. 'We all have chapters we would rather keep unpublished Kyle.'

'You and I are gonna have to treat Mr Garrick like a God for a month to calm his nerves! He'll be afraid it'll change the way we think of him,' Mr Riley said from a corner of the garden. Once again, night had fallen, Mr Riley's mask was off as he smoked in the shadows, while you turned your back as you sat beneath the oak tree.

You giggled, 'Well we mustn't let it! We should admire him more because of it!'

'Either way, it will change the way we think of him somehow. It always does.'

You couldn't help but frown at his words, shaking your head. 'I don't see why. I shouldn't care what I found out about you, whatever it was. It wouldn't alter my opinion one bit!'

There was a long pause after you spoke you almost thought Mr Riley had gone inside. It was the crushing of cigarette beneath boot heel that brought you back into the moment, Mr Riley grumbling, as if to himself.

'But it would. It certainly would.'

Call of Duty Masterlist Happy New Year all!~ New chapter is here! Thought I'd make this one about Kyle, but also put a bit of angst at the end. What could Mr Riley be referring to ;) Taglist @lostintransist @teapartydreams @darkangel4121

[icarusredwings]

Scrapped writing from Kitty and kid.

Plot just wasn't going anywhere and the tone is weird.

Wade is silent.

He has been for a few days.

At least thats what it felt like.

In truth, Logan hasn't heard Wade say anything since 4 pm, and it was already 10. Wade? Not talking? For 6 hours straight? It didn't feel real.

He didn't feel real. But Logan had already sniffed him. Already pulled him in his arms and sniffed all over him. Maybe it wasn't him. Who knows with all these newer shape shifting mutants and space aliens. Nope. That was Wade. He could smell his emotions changing. He was upset today. In a lot of pain. Both mental and physical.

Al hadn't even known Wade was in the room with them earlier. He was so silent, and Puppins had to sniff him too to make sure Logan didn't bring a different man in the house. Man, Puppins hated when they brought different men over. Either way, she just looked up at him, wagging her tail a little only to stop, watching Wade walk away in silence.

Today, he had just been doing random things, sitting on the counter, staring at him, sitting on the floor, flinching earlier when Logan tried to touch him.

"Wade? What's wrong, bub?" But he just stared, doe eyed and looked as if he hadn't a clue what was going on.

Okay, So he was quiet today. Oh well. He was sure tomarrow he'd start yapping. Sometimes he just was sad. Thats okay... well... that's what Logan thought.

But the next morning, he woke up to Wade, not in the bed. "Wade?" He can smell him but.. where did he go? He's not here.

And this reallt pisses Logan off cause where the hell did he go? At this point he's playing Hot-Cold with his scent, looking in the closet, under the bed, in the bathroom, the kitchen, and the livingroom.

Grunting, he decides to try tracking him instead. Its more difficult because this whole place smells like wade, so he has to focus on the freshest steps. The trail leads him all over before leaving. Looking around, he sniffs the wind only to spot Wade on the roof.

"What are you doing up there!??" He shouts at him, but Wade dosn't awnser. He's just... standing. Staring. What he's staring at, Logan dosn't know but he figures he should find out. So he does what any sensible person would do and climbs up there.

With grunts, groans, and pops of bones he reaches the top with a sigh. "Wade?"

By now, he's sitting. Legs crossed and holding something.

"Whatcha got? I swear if it's a raccoon." But it's not a raccoon. It's not even an opossum.

It's that stupid velociraptor cable gave him. The way he's sitting. It's almost like he's waiting for something. Or someone.

"Wade? What are you doing up here, hm?" Logan asks, shifting to sit next to him, trying to see what he's looking at. You couldn't see much from this spot, which only confused him more.

"Wade? Bub, talk to me. Whatcha lookin' at?"

Wade doesn't awnser. His silence is already upsetting enough without them being on a roof and the feeling he was waiting for a different man.

Logan wasn't stupid. It didn't take a scientist to figure out that Wade was probably little. Though what he didn't get is why now? Why did he suddenly think he was coming? Did he tell him? Why didn't Wade tell him?

He shook his head a bit, trying to clear his mind of illogical thoughts. Being jealous isn't going to help you, dumbass.

"...Can you tell me.. anything?" He asks him.

Wade dosn't look at him.

Logan takes his hand, squeezing it.

And like activating a sensor, tears fall, looking at Logan as if he just now noticed he was here.

His breathing hitches, heart rate quickens. And Wade cries. Cries like a child who was lied too. Like a kid who had no clue how he even got on this roof. Why he was here.

"O-oh, uhhh.. Hi.. hey bub.. uhm.. you alright?"

Wade turns, clinging to him, sobbing into his arm, nails digging into him. "Hey, shhh. I know, I know. It's okay. It'll be alright." He promises. Because if Logan knew anything, it would be that he'd do anything to make sure Wade was okay. Even if he was missing someone else, he'd be there for him.

But he swore deep down that if he found out that Nathan *Did* promise to be here and he didn't show up, he'd punch him right in that cyber eye of his. Just the once.

No one was allowed to make wade cry. Not like this. Not even him.

[gugapuppy]

Abortion - Part 7 (A!Ghost x O!Soap)

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7

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First of all, HAPPY 2025!!! 🙌🎉🥳 I hope you had a great New Year's Eve with lots of food, music and fun!

Now, on to the chapter.

CW: Abortion (Offscreen)

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"So... what did you want to talk about?" Soap stared at his own coffee, which exuded a slight vapour, and on the other side of the table, Laswell sat with her arms folded, her face calm.

She had arrived early the day after she and Price had come, saying that she would like to talk to Soap without the lads getting in their way, so the two of them decided to go to a coffee shop a few blocks away.

She swallowed and cleared her throat, making Soap look at her.

"First of all I'd like to explain properly about last night, I insisted that Price didn't come yesterday, but he wouldn't listen." She uncrosses her arms and places them on the table. "Let me explain the Ghost situation."

"Laswell," Soap exclaims, not knowing whether or not he wants to hear about his ex.

"Just... listen to me, after that I won't say anything else." Soap stares at her momentarily until she decides to give a small nod and take a sip of her coffee.

"Last night Ghost called Price, I was with him at the time." She takes a deep breath before continuing. "What Price said last night about Ghost wanting to be a part of your pregnancy is true."

"Then why did he leave me and accuse me, Laswell?! Why?!" A few people look round at Soap as he raises his voice.

"A few years ago, Ghost became a POW for a cartel in Mexico, the things those people did to him... it's something that shouldn't be commented on."

"And what's that got to do with it?" Soap almost spits at Laswell in indignation.

She pauses, thinking about how to tell Soap until she decides to just be blunt. "The reason Ghost walked away after you broke the news to him is because he thought he was infertile."

Soap pauses briefly, repeating Laswell's words in her head on a loop for a moment. The reason Ghost walked away is because he ‘thought’ he was infertile? He could have spoken to Soap if he was unsure!

"Ghost apparently shared this information with Farah who made him take a fertility test, the results of which showed that there were no fertility problems or STIs." Laswell added, leaving Soap with his mouth ajar and anxious.

Someone had to force Ghost to take a test... didn't he even think that maybe he was the father? He didn't even imagine the likelihood, he just jumped into what he always does and ignored everything. As if it was nothing. As if Soap simply didn't matter.

The touch of Laswell's hand on his makes him blink back to reality.

"He didn't trust me? Why didn't he tell me about this doubt, this could all have been avoided if he'd just..." Soap just shakes his head.

"Sometimes people are insecure and prefer to ignore the small ray of hope." She squeezes Soap's hand before letting go. "What do you want to do John?"

Soap doesn't answer right away, he thinks for a moment until he finally decides on an answer.

"I can't go back to Laswell... What guarantee is there that he won't ignore me or abandon me again? I tried to go after him even when he was accusing me of things I would never do... I can't go back to him. Not anymore."

Johnny tries to be strong, but every few moments his eyes start to get heavy and his jaw quivers with a small sob. His head shakes slightly,

Laswell's breathing is cut off for a moment, the smell of a stressed and sad omega spreads through the air. She moves over and stands next to Soap, trying to scent him and calm him down, which gradually works.

While she's crouched down next to Soap helping him, she says calmly. "I'm here for you, John." She hugs him straight away.

Soap returns the alpha's embrace, and in a stammer he says. "Kate... I need a favour."

--🧼--

The next day after the conversation with Laswell, Soap decided to write Simon a goodbye letter, he knew that seeing the alpha wasn't something that was going to happen.

When the day finally arrived, Johnny was nervous, every atom of his existence telling him not to proceed. But he knew that it was the omega's instincts, the instinct to look after the baby and not let anything hurt it. To be a dad.

Gaz had one arm around Soap's shoulder, one of his hands gripping omega's tightly.

Soap felt more at ease with his best friend there. He just wanted to make a nest and put him and Gaz inside, never to come out again.

Some of the patients passing by thought it was strange to see two big, strong men, one of them purring loudly at the other, but in all honesty, Soap didn't give a damn what anyone else thought.

The moment Gaz's sister called out to them, the two of them followed, Gaz saying that he would wait for Soap.

John was taken to a room where he was instructed to wear one of the hospital's clothes. Gaz's sister offered more strongly for the last time that Soap might see one of the therapists first, but the sergeant refused.

And then he was redirected to the room where the surgery was to take place.

As one of the doctors put on the anaesthetic gas mask, John's consciousness gradually faded, leaving only one thought. 

I'm sorry, pup.

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When Soap finally woke up, he was lying on a bed, his body was sore and a slight dizziness ran through his head.

Next door he heard someone getting up and then something being put near his mouth, Soap jumped away, but then he heard it.

"It's just a straw, it's water." Gaz said calmly.

Soap drank the water little by little, his throat didn't hurt but his body did, he opened his eyes and looked around. He was in a private room, a window in the wall showed that it was night.

Slowly he sits up in bed, holding his hands a little too tightly. 

Gaz sits down on a small part of the bed next to Soap, who, just as Gaz gets into bed, rests his head on his shoulder. Gaz puts his arm round Soap and shakes him little by little, as if he were a child.

Soap slowly hides his face in Gaz's shoulder, and it's not long before the beta hears sniffling and something wet on his neck.

"It's done..." Soap sighs quietly.

Gaz lightly lays them both down on the bed, giving them little rubs.

"It's done..." Gaz affirms.

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Yes, it happened, and yes, there is no happy ending to this story. But this story will have two or three more chapters, which will be the bad ending and the hopeful ending.

If you're going through a difficult time and you're having doubts, see a counsellor for your own good. They will be able to help you.

Take care, and see you guys later.

PS: I guess because I was having a happy day this week, there wasn't much angst, but I'll make it up to you in the next chapter.

[pretty-sparkle-bomb]

I've been thinking about anonymous love notes from reader to kirishima and his literal stone-set determination to find out who they're from just to find out it just happens to be his crush as he accidentally catches her placing the latest one 😓🙏 (kirishima needs more love)

GUYS WHEN I TELL YOU THAT I USED TO DO THIS TO MY FIRST CRUSH EVER (i was in 7th grade) AND I GOT FLAT OUT REJECTED BY HIM (I ended up crying to my brothers who wanted to beat the shit out of him) AND THEN IT TURNS OUT HE WAS SECRETLY DATING ANOTHER GIRL😭😭😭

Too much rambling? I'll stop😔 Onwards to the story

There it was again. Another note. Kaminari slung an arm around Kirishima's shoulders and whistled lowly. "Damn, you're lucky. I wish a girl would leave notes in my locker like that."

Kirishima chuckled, opening the neatly folded piece of paper.

"Your smile is my favourite thing. You have no idea how fast my heart races when I see you."

"Yeah, but I wish they would just come up to me and speak. They seriously have no competition; I'm rooting for them even." Kirishima whined, folding it and placing it into his pocket. That one had to go into the almost full jar he has at home.

It had been weeks since he started receiving letters. One in his bag, another in his notebook, on his chair, atop his desk, in his shoe locker. Whoever it was, they were smart, he'd give them that. They always found a new place to put the note every time.

It had been weeks since this started. First, one in his bag. Then his notebook, his chair, his desk, his shoe locker. Whoever it was, they were clever, he had to admit. Each time, they found a new place to hide the notes, always keeping him on his toes.

"You're rooting for them until you see who's at the end of the hall~" Kaminari teased, his voice dripping with amusement.

Kirishima barely had time to register his words before turning his gaze in the direction Kaminari gestured. And there you were.

The girl he'd been crushing on ever since he met you.

His heart stumbled in his chest. You were kind and funny and smart. He absolutely adored you. But there was no way you—

No. Not possible. Right?

Kirishima shook his head, dismissing the thought as quickly as it came. He needed to focus. He needed to figure out who this mystery admirer was. He was determined. Like, stone-set determined. He'd made it his personal mission.

He made sure to swear Kaminari to secrecy. No one could know who this person was, or about their plan to catch the girl in the act.

It started off simple. Whenever Kirishima was walking or doing something in a public space, Kaminari would look around at every girl, just to see if one of them would sneak a glance at Kirishima. But that failed terribly...

New plan!

"In a sea of people, my eyes always search for you."

"Aww but ewh. Whoever this is, they sure are corny... you like that don't you?" Kaminari deadpanned. Kirishima just sighed airily. "Man c'mon, you gotta try harder. Look for her."

"How about we try stalking the usual places that the notes turn up?" Kaminari presented but Kirishima shook his head, no. "If we do that then they'll realise and get scared and then no more secret admirer."

"Gee, you're really thinking this out huh?"

Their attempts were endless and ridiculous. At one point, Kaminari even suggested leaving a note back as bait, but Kirishima refused, saying it felt wrong to trick them. They tried analyzing handwriting samples from the girls in class, but none were a perfect match. They even got Mina involved—who was very enthusiastic about the investigation—but all it led to were wild speculations and no concrete answers.

Despite their failures, Kirishima remained determined. "I'll figure this out, man. Just watch."

Kaminari just snickered. "At this point, I'm pretty sure they could leave a note right in front of you, and you still wouldn’t figure it out."

Kirishima scoffed. "Like that would happen."

It happened after training.

Kirishima had finished early and decided to return to the classroom to grab a forgotten notebook and his water bottle. The hallways were mostly empty, save for a few students lingering near their lockers. He walked in, running a towel through his damp hair, when he saw it.

You.

By his desk.

With a small, neatly folded paper in your hand.

He froze, heart stuttering in his chest as you glanced around cautiously before slipping the note under his water bottle. It took a second for his brain to catch up.

You.

It was you.

His crush. The girl he'd been head over heels for this whole time.

You were the one leaving the notes.

Something in him flipped—a mixture of surprise, excitement, and something impossibly warm that spread through his chest like wildfire.

Without thinking, he took a step forward, and before he could stop himself, words tumbled out of his mouth. "So it was you this whole time?"

You jolted, whipping around so fast that you nearly knocked over his water bottle. Your eyes widened, panic flashing across your face as your hands shot up in defense. "I—uh—what? No? Definitely not?" you blurted, clearly not convincing anyone.

Kirishima just grinned. A big, toothy, unbelievably happy grin.

You groaned, slapping a hand over your face. "I take it back. I am running away now."

"No, wait!" He stepped forward before you could bolt, reaching out instinctively. "Don't run. I—this is actually kinda awesome."

You peeked at him through your fingers. "It is?"

"Yeah! I mean, I love these notes. They make my day every time. And knowing they're from you?" He let out a breathless chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. "That's even better."

Your cheeks burned as you shifted on your feet. "So... you don't think it's weird?"

"What? No way! I think it's pretty manly- er... womanly." He shot you a lopsided grin. "But, uh... maybe next time, you could just tell me all this in person? 'Cause, like, I've kinda been really into you for a while now."

Your breath hitched. "Wait, what?"

Kirishima laughed, his face going a little red himself. "Yeah. Surprise?"

For a moment, you just stared at him, completely speechless. Then, slowly, a small smile tugged at your lips. "Well... that does make things easier."

He beamed. "Guess so."

You laughed softly, eyes playful. "Guess I won't have to sneak around leaving notes anymore, huh?"

"Not unless you want to," Kirishima teased, leaning slightly closer. "I wouldn't mind waking up to more sweet words about my smile."

You rolled your eyes but grinned, nudging his arm playfully. "You're such a dork."

"Yeah, but now I'm your dork."

[thecoolerlucky]

Chapter 7: How'd Your Plan Go, Lynette?~

Contents (Warnings/Mild spoilers): Not according to plan. (Angst and lore info )

Wordcount: 3,000+

"Why shouldn't I take a moment to savor my sweet little meal?"

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(Sept. 15th, Thursday)

Alexander didn't understand it.

Lev, who had always been candid about his dislike for making pizzas, let Alexander take the registers. When both of them worked together, and their boss didn't assign anyone specific to the front, Lev always insisted they play a quick game of rock-paper-scissors to determine who stays in the kitchen.

Despite Alexander's arguments about his indifference to where he worked in the pizzeria, Lev coaxed him into playing and losing every time. Lev's lack of effort to talk to Lynette also struck him as odd. The last time they all worked together, Lev showed a keen interest in getting her. Alexander wasn't aware of anything that happened between them. Not that he was in a position to judge—Alexander dreaded working next to someone so edible.

He made a conscious effort not to look at her, shit eyesight without his glasses or not. His eyes weren't the problem. It was his nose—oversaturated with her aroma and its promise to ease him. His stomach wouldn't stop nagging his brain with premeditated motives to grab her. A pivot, pinning of her arms, size-shift, and done. The temptation irritated him more than anything. He felt young and out of control again. No, Alexander realized it was foolish to think he managed it in the first place. It would never stop. His tongue rested under his teeth as he bit down. He'd follow the rules and keep himself in check.

Throughout the two hours, they exchanged very few words. Lynette occasionally asked him for something on his side, and he did the same to her. Other than that, Alexander was grateful she had the hang of everything else. The last thing he needed was to prolong their closeness. He drummed his fingers against the surface of the register, the sound punctuating the quietness. She hadn't mentioned a plan either. Did that mean she was done fighting, or did she forget? Rather than ignoring it, Alexander spoke up.

"No big plans today?" The deep, resonant thrum of his throat said. Its tone was more derisive than he meant. There was no reason to ridicule a presence that hardly represented competition or threat.

Lynette jumped at his voice's deep inflection like most people. After the grueling forced adaption of his body and the life-saving surgery, his sound was one thing he couldn't change. "I'll be fine today." She was shaky and projected little optimism.

"I'm not going to fall for the same trick twice," Alexander laced his warning in caution toward her and stole a glance from the corner of his eye. He couldn't shake off the discomfort of her surprisingly diminutive height. It was unsettling for him to see—he could almost envelop her face with just one hand.

Lynette's eyes remained down on her register. "Well, it's a good thing this plan is different." Alexander doubted she had something else up her short sleeved uniform. All he had to do was wait to take his lunch in the middle of their shift, and she couldn't escape. She abruptly turned and walked toward the kitchen doorway. "I'm going to lunch."

The lines weren't lengthy, just a few people scattered here and there, and Viola was ready to take his place at a moment's notice. So why did she leave? Her action allowed doubt to momentarily grip Alexander. He couldn't shake the nagging feeling that maybe her confidence wasn't misplaced.

After a stiff exhale, he decided to go with the most plausible reason—Lynette played off a clever bluff, and he'd go to lunch to disprove it. Viola traded spots with him, and he was off. He trailed behind her scent, scanned out, and quickly found her in break room 1, his usual hangout spot. She backed to the door that interconnected breakroom 3 and 1. Did she believe she could outrun him? He was faster than her without size-shifting; he could bound the distance. He'd only have to be careful not to crash into her, but he could get to her before she left the room. She held her hands up like she was under arrest. Alexander tried to shut off his brain, convincing himself he was in no mood to talk. He got ready to size-shift, then noticed where her eyes led. They hadn't been on him—they looked at who was behind him.

Normally, everyone inside the building had some sort of smell. To Alexander, monsters didn't have unique differences in their aroma like humans. No two humans smelled the same, and he remembered everyone he encountered. Lynette's, in particular, was suffocating, like a thick syrup coagulated in the air around her, and because Alexander's range was so wide, the whole pizzeria was overtaken by it. Meanwhile, monsters smelled awful, the only exception being Drake, who smelled fine. His best friend's unique circumstances were the cause of that. With everyone else, Alexander learned to drown out the smell of other monsters. However, two people in the pizzeria were scentless.

And one of them, unfortunately, devoured monsters.

She pulled him back by his arm, almost playfully, so Lynette could flee to the next room. Alexander flipped back to Zilla, now knowing that Lynette sold his ass out.

...

I ran into break room 3, and the door shut behind me. Once it was closed, there weren't any noises from the other side. So, their confrontation would remain a mystery. My heart squeezed in rebellion to that decision.

Why do I feel guilty tricking Xander? He was going to eat me. I played fair. Or is it because this felt like less of my victory and more like I used someone else to win for me? Thinking that struck the nail head. I curled my lips apprehensively and hesitated to move ahead. I put both fists to my forehead and let out a quiet, anguished groan, "Aaarrgh." Why am I like this? It's not hard, don't look back. What do you expect to do? Go in there and ask Zilla not to eat him? Change her mind and hope he doesn't eat you. He's a monster, he will, and most importantly, you don't like being eaten. The chill, by the mere thought of it, ran up my spine like someone scrapped an icy rod along each column. Yet, I swiftly flipped around to head back.

I took not even a step, abruptly halted by another male's chest. "It's very nice of you to throw yourself at me, Lynette~." His heavy, honeyed tone hummed. I threw myself in the opposite direction. Where did he come from? I was so focused on running that I didn't check around me. His gaze danced across the floor meticulously, like he traced the path of each of my previous footsteps and tallied their exact location. Then, having gauged the distance between us, he leaned forward and poised like a predator about to pounce. Instinctively, I spun on my heel and fled.

I had never considered myself particularly fast—my only weekly activity was rock climbing, a non running sport. He slammed into me from behind and wrapped his muscular arms around my waist, anchoring me against his bent body before he effortlessly lifted me off my feet. My back pressed firmly into his chest.

I flailed my arms and legs wildly, mimicking a child in a temper tantrum. "Why are you at lunch, Lev." How could I forget about him? He works the same shift as me. I blamed it on the fact that he hadn't interacted with me much today, nor did Zilla say a thing about him.

His voice hovered just beside my ear, low and smooth. "Isn't it obvious?" His laughter reverberated against my back with its sinister caress. "You let yourself get eaten by Wendie on Monday, and I couldn't let that happen again."

What do you mean? As the truth dawned on me, a wave of dread told me to push harder. His grip felt looser when I did. "You were working with her!" This is the catch. There's always some kind of catch with everything! I threw my legs once more, and his arms let go. I collapsed to the ground, unable to catch myself because of his unexpected release. The next thing I knew, the room's stillness erupted with a loud POP.

It felt like a massive balloon had suddenly burst, releasing a powerful gust of air that swept over me with surprising strength. The rush of wind made it hard to get back on my feet. I was ready to turn around and glimpse at what happened to make that noise but disregarded that idea when the lights above me were swallowed. The shadow loomed, and I yelped as something curled around my legs.

I was dragged, and my palms and fingertips desperately slid across the surface. The tables were too far to reach. I gasped, exasperated when I no longer touched the ground. Hopelessly suspended in mid-air, my body curled up to cling to what held me and to keep my shirt from falling to my face. It looked to be an arm, much like my own, except with dark, near-crimson scales with black trim fanning in and out along it. The palm was padded, and its warmth made my legs sweat underneath my pants.

"Impressive core strength." A whisper brushed me with heat. Knowing how close he brought me made me lose my small grip on one of his fingers. Now, I hang entirely at his mercy. My eyes were locked on his mouth, which was uncomfortably level with my head. My heart raced with fear; refusing to look down, I tried to divert my attention to the rest of his face.

Some scales crept up the sides of his neck and face, like armor, though they looked to be moving. There were a few scales encasing horns, and two sets of horns jutted from his skull—one set small, curving inward, like the larger ones. His bangs fell perfectly, splitting around the horns carefully arranged. Everything else on his face looked surprisingly still human.

Barely being able to speak, blood slowly rushing to my head, I uttered, "Y-you look more human than I thought." His grip on my legs became even tighter, and I could feel the sharp pressure of his claws digging into the fabric of my jeans. I insulted him, didn't it?

Lev's grin rose, showing his ivory fangs that fit so well together they were like a bear trap. "Well, if I was in my actual form, you wouldn't be worth having." He lifted his other hand and pressed his clawed digit into my back, "speaking of having…" He brought me closer to his jaw, "Let me see why Wendie picked you." Opening it up, it looked like a suffocatingly black void. The only flash of color amidst the blackness was the pointed gray tongue, slick and serpentine.

I resisted the urge to kick and fight, thinking if I did, I'd become a stain on the floor for Viola to mop up later. His tongue approached my face, and I tightly shut my eyes to protect them. It shoved against my face, leaving a trail of unwanted, clear slime.

Once he flicked it off at my chin, I threw up one hand to wipe my eyes while the other still held my shirt. Ewww. It luckily didn't smell like anything; then again, if he was anything like Alexander exclusively eating humans, I wouldn't expect it to. There are so many better things to eat than people!

His spade-headed tail swayed excitedly, with hypnotic lashes from side to side, and behind closed lips, he played with the taste. He made sure I was watching and listening before he swallowed it. "Mmm, you're certainly the best human I've ever had, Lynette~" He delightfully murmured.

Afraid, I faced away—my hand still sloppily scraping off what I could. The rules didn't say anything about mentally hurting your coworkers, did they? No, it's strictly physical. "All my blood is rushing to my head-" I stopped when his face got closer, exhaling methodically over me.

"Go on," his tempo was gentle, even being as close as he was. I expected to lose my eardrums to the concussive blast from his height or for it to sound as bad as sitting next to a heavy metal concert speaker.

"I-if you're going to," he cut me off, licking me again. He put a finger to the back of my head so I couldn't get away as he got me much slower. Once he finished, I squeaked, "Just eat me already."

His eyelids dropped with his smirk. There was an evident satisfaction he indulged in hearing me whimper because my plea made his sharp pupils widen.

He remarked quietly, ignoring what I said. "You're shaking." His hand moved, making a cupping motion under me, and he released my legs so I slumped into his padded palm. The texture my arms brushed was akin to weathered burlap, coarse and prickly. I was larger than his hand, so I brought my legs close. My ponytail barely had anything but a few strands and I looked at him through scraggly curls. He inspect me, holding me so I only saw the top of his head and eyes. I was still as if his sight was based on movement.

He said he likes fear. And I was giving it to him. I had nowhere to go—jumping off would be certain death. He can't kill me. The reassuring thought meant little as his claws lingered overhead like a guillotine. One of them poked directly at the top, ready to pierce my skull.

"There's no reason to rush, Lynette. I have so much time left," he said, a mischievous glint flickering in his fixed and burning sun-yellow eyes. Lev tilted his hand down, and I was slipping closer to him. His grin widened, reveling in his devilish intentions. "Why shouldn't I take a moment to savor my sweet little meal?"

It was rhetorical, yet I answered, "Because you pity me."

"Oh, my dear, Lynette." He exhaled another breath over me, "not-at-all."

He proceeded to toy with me for the rest of his lunch period. Repeatedly running his tongue along my face and any limb I tried to fight him with. It was useless, and my body weakened the more he did it. It was similar to being inside Alexander, except it took much longer.

I freed several fatigued breaths. My muscles twitched, unable to move, and my eyes strained to stay open. "I wore you out, didn't I, poor thing." The condensation strode from his mouth and strangled me. "I wish I left you with enough energy to struggle." He dangled me above him, swinging back and forth until it all meshed together. The last thing I heard was his childish dissatisfaction. "It's a shame to eat something so alive and lifeless."

...

I sat up in the infirmary bed. Another bed squeak went off close to mine. Alexander got up from his, stretching his arms up as he did. He's here too? Does that mean he got eaten? I tensed at the thought. It's all so… I hunched forward. How could they be okay after doing that? There's just no point.

"Tristan said you're slightly dehydrated, but other than that, you're fine and healthy." Alexander patted the table beside his bed. He touched his hat several times, and the frustration on his brows deepened until his hand smacked down on his glasses. Is he really that blind? My head pitched the idea of hiding his glasses to keep himself from finding me. I'm not stealing a blind guy's glasses. He put them on and put on his hat afterward. He grumbled. "Jerk."

I shifted, gathering what few bearings I could, and sat at the edge of my bed. "I'm not a jerk!"

He snapped sharply, his expression read annoyance. "Like hell you aren't," he said, his voice raised in frustration. "You fucking sold my sorry ass to Zilla." He pushed his glasses up and scoffed with contempt. "And look at where that landed you. Back where you would have been if you just..." His voice trailed off, a low growl rumbling in his throat.

I stared at the floor, unable to raise my tone to match his. "She tricked me too, I-"

"Sure. Covering your ass."

I lifted my head, "I'm serious!" Seeing his stare, nothing but hunger, frightened me. Don't fight with him. "A-anyway, we-we're even. You tricked me into coming here, and I tricked you." I said, trying to make amends. Though arguably you've been worse because I don't do anything to you except get away from you. I hugged my upper arms. Lev's awful, too. Getting eaten, in general, is.

With a scrunched nose, Alexander groused, "Fine then, from here on out, you can talk to me all you want, but when lunch comes around, I'm not losing to you anymore."

Taking in a deep breath, I gulped, inching forward off the bed. "I'll do…whatever I can to keep that from happening."

He smiled seemingly done with me and our conversation. “Then,” grabbed the handle. "It's on." He threw the door open and left, shutting it as he did. I was alone in the room with my thoughts.

I threw myself back onto the bed and covered my eyes with the palms of my hands. Alexander is mad at me, great. Reaching any understanding there was gone. I don't want to do anything with Lev either. I tossed my head back and forth. Does avoiding them matter at this point; if I ditch Alexander, I get stuck with Lev. And I don't want to give myself to Alexander to avoid him. I sniffled in self pity. I just want to work

I ran my hands down my face. "I don't want to play their games." I focused on the word, games. They play video games. It was like my mind was attempting to comfort me with the positives today, finding out what I did and being reminded that Drake and Alexander play video games. Yeah, they play…games?

I lifted my fist to my mouth, biting the pointer finger gently. Would they agree to that? Maybe if I could get Drake on board, Alexander would bite. I didn't know about Lev. His schedule was different from mine anyway. Alexander was my everyday problem.

I scrambled up, hearing the door. I cocked my head, afraid it might be Alexander. It wasn't. The black-haired nurse met me the day I was hired; he was working registers then. I met him again last weekend on Saturday. He was very cut dry and to the point. He fixed his half-cut frames, "Sandra would have scolded me again if I didn't offer you the resignation slip like last time."

I pushed off the bed, took my hat from the bedside table, and though it was weak, I smiled with vigor. "I don't need it. Thank you for checking up on me, Tristan."

"You look happy?"

"I have a really dumb idea that might not work, but if it does, I'll be coming in here less!" I bowed my head to him, wishing him a good rest of the night, and went home to plot out what I'd do for this insane, luxurious, and livable income.

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My head wanted to meet the counter so bad. The steady stream of customers kept me from indulging the urge. WHY DID I ASSUME I WOULD BE THE BEST AT THE GAME! I could really only beat Wicks, and he never plays video games!

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I don't think it's that he doesn't have game, I honestly think that he feels like he can live without a partner. Like girls barely come out with stories about him and when they do it's solely based on "Trust me, this happened" He would date but he'd be very picky and wouldn't settle for half assed relationships or anything involving friends with benefits. Also isn't the type to do one night stands and would prefer intimacy with someone he's truly interested in. If he's into a girl he's into her. In my opinion he'd be into smart girls who can speak for themselves, athletic.. not exactly athletic maybe just someone who doesn't mind going hiking, or playing sports every once in awhile. Not interested in soft spoken girls, girls with no goals and motivations -- This hurts to say as I have no ambitions whatsoever and I'm very quiet LOL. As a half Japanese girl, I'm not sure if I'm really able to speak on the topic because my dad passed away before he could really teach me anything about Japan's culture, leaving me with the knowledge of very few words that I barely understand my relatives when I come to visit them. However, what Luigi said about Japan was true. You can appreciate something with also seeing the bad parts of it. Japan's always had problems with work conditions, failing to acknowledge their shitty past, ignorance of mental health, mistreatment of women, and porn addicts. That's just my take though. (Sorry if my English is bad. My first language is German.)

first off, your english is perfect bby!! never apologize!

the first sentence. like 100%. i feel like the only time he was being a real ho was when he pledged his frat/right after. then as the weather got colder and classes got harder he was like okay i need to chill lmao. i feel like he would hate ditsy girls, he wouldn't find that shit cute at all (tragic bc me)

if you aren't going to the gym and hiking with him he is notttt cuffing. ALSO tragic bc i like going to the gym but what the fuck do i look like doing free weights. or even the smith machine. im scared bro.

to add to your point about his criticisms of japan - this journalist he was subscribed to did an article about his experience with lu on a video call. luigi said that during his trip to japan, a man was having a seizure on the street. as he went to go get help from a police officer nearby, the officer wouldn't cross the street to help the man because there wasn't a walk sign permitting him to cross, even though there was A WHOLE ASS MAN SEIZING ON THE OTHER SIDE. like that's possibly life or death type shit. lu said this incident and japanese culture as a whole furthered his fear of being an "npc", unable of free thinking and confined by imaginary rules.

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Stan and Mabel?

The town square in Gravity Falls was usually bustling with activity, but with the holidays around things were downright chaotic. It shouldn't come as a surprise to Stan, he'd been living there for god knows how long now. The way traffic would stock up, drawing in more potential (suckers) customers to the gift shop. But he wasn't at the shack. He was driving the Stanmobile up to the side of the curb, fingers gripped tightly around the steering wheel. The chipper little human-shaped rainbow beside him immediately unbuckled her seatbelt and slipped her drawing pad into her backpack. "Y'sure this can't wait another few days? Or months?" Grunkle Stan eyed the crowd outside, cheeks red like the presents they were carrying back and forth. "I'm sure they'll still have it in stock after the holidays." "Are you kidding!?" Mabel sat back, mouth open in mock offence. "This is the once chance to get it, the-" She spread her hands across the air as if painting a logo, "Mary the Princess Queen, limited Christmas edition...!" Her eyes were sparkling like the fairy lights adorning the storefronts. Grunkle Stan shook his head, leaning back in the driver's seat with crossed arms. "Sounds like a hack to me, princess and queen? That just doesn't make sense. She can't be both at once." Mabel just grinned as she hopped out the truck. "Oh but she can, Grunkle Stan! She can!" The door slammed shut and he watched as the little lady made her way onto the sidewalk before disappearing between the crowd of people. Most parents would probably worry... But he wasn't one. So he decided to close his eyes for a bit. Maybe there was a chance of getting some minutes in, since they'd be wasted in the car anyway. With his old age his hearing wasn't exactly top notch anymore, but it was hardly noticeable sitting in the truck. The people, the cars driving by, the window wipers swiping away snow. The quiet hum of the heater and knocking. Knocking? He cracked an eye open and saw none other than the bumbling duo of officer Blubs and deputy Durland tapping on the window. Of course they'd be out patrolling on a busy day like this. Instinct wanted to kick the shift in to gear and drive off, but he couldn't exactly leave Mabel behind. So begrudgingly he rolled down his window, squinting at the snow landing on his nose. "What do you two want, disturbing an old man like this? On the holidays, no less..." "Do you have any idea where you're standin' right now, Mr Pines?" Officer Blubs huffed, partly covered by a large scarf with the words 'I <3 YUO' misspelled in crochet. "Handicapped spot, and last time I triple-checked your doctor's note it turned out to be fake... So no funny business this time around!" "Yeah! No funny business, y'hear!?" Echoed Durland. "Oh, yeah, well..." Stan cleared his throat and clasped over his heart. "It's awful, truly a tragedy. I was up skiing with my great niece and nephew and then suddenly a giant Christmas decoration some loony had hung up on a tree landed smack-BLAM on me." Durland was shaking. "Did you survive?"

Stan gave him a solemn look. "No." "Well, I'm awfully sorry for your... loss?" Blubs thought it over in his head, and as the cogs started to turn Grunkle Stan quickly added a; "And I broke both my legs in fifteen different places." The suspicion didn't subside, but instead their attention was stolen by someone running up to the side of the car. Mabel, eyes glossy and mittens pressed against her cheeks in distress. "Grunkle Stan!" She sniffled, "They're all sold out! Girl in front of me got the last one." "What?!" Grunkle Stan was halfway leaning out the window to look at her, and then slammed the door open, smacking Durland headfirst into the snow with a thump. "Not on my watch, pumpkin. Let's get that doll. We're not goin' down without a fight." "I didn't see her mom anywhere..." "Her mom? No, I'm fighting the kid." They walked off into the crowd and Blubs was left shaking his fist after them, trying to help his fellow officer out from the snow. "Curse you, Mr. Pines!! And your fast-healing legs!!"

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Alternate Interrogation Scene

There were SO MANY alternate scenes from this story. It could have gone so many different ways. I originally always planned for Hermione to meet alternate Harry in her office and them to make out for a minute. But while I was writing the interrogation scene between Hermione and Frank, it all sort of derailed. This almost changed the entire direction of this part of the story, but I decided to retcon where my imagination took me. I did keep the scene in it's very bare bones state. So here it is!

*note: I never finished this scene. There is very little description and there are other obvious notes that it's an unfinished scene

“Oh, bugger it. I'm not your Hermione Nott.”

“Oh? Do tell.”

“I'm from an alternate reality.”

“I'll admit, I've never heard that one before.”

Hermione groaned and looked up. “God, you're much more of an ass than your son.”

Frank snorted. “Now that, I believe. How about you tell me what you were doing in the DoM now?”

“I was trying to go home!”

“Miss Nott-”

“-No, see, I know it sounds crazy. I know it looks crazy. But it's true. I'm not a Nott. I'm a muggle-born. I'm not related to the Notts. My parents are Hugo and Helena, they're muggle dentists. They live-”

“-squibs.”

“what?”

“Your parents. Hugo and Helena are squibs. They're dead. Your grandfather took you in when you were eight.”

“No. That's not- that's not true. My mother is a squib, yes, but not my father. He has parents. Grandparents.”

“Charmed, according to your grandfather. They gave him a happy home in the muggle world. They kept tabs on him. They didn't know you were magical until you used magic to save yourself in the accident.”

“I- no. No, my parents raised me. I went to school as a muggle-born. Nott Sr never would have done that for my father. He's a Death Eater.”

“Is that an accusation?”

“What?”

“Allegations have been made but no evidence has been found since the… end of the war over twenty years ago. Are you claiming your grandfather is a Death Eater?”

“In my reality, yes. But he's not my grandfather. He's in Azkaban.”

She did not like the emphasis he had put on the word ‘end,’ as if the war wasn't actually over here. 

“Do you have any proof of this? Of any of this?”

“How would I prove it? I'd have to tell you something I couldn't possibly know, but I don't know you well enough to do that. But-” a thought occurred to her. She leaned forward. “-in my world James Potter and Sirius Black were Aurors. True?”

“Correct.”

“They're here. On the other side of that mirror, I bet.”

“That's not exactly impressive. They are high level Aurors.”

“Yes, but I know something that they know that they haven't told you.”

“And what would that be?”

“See, Harry Potter of my world was blood adopted by Sirius Black at fifteen. Harry is the head of both houses. And as his wife, I am also a part of both houses. They can both feel me in their family magic and knowing those two, they never disclosed that to you.”

The door slammed shut behind him as he stormed out.

Hermione smirked.

<>

They returned an hour later, Frank, James, and Sirius. Hermione swallowed down the overwhelming emotions she felt at the sight of James and Sirius. James was far older than he'd ever lived to be in Hermione’s world and Sirius, by contrast, looked leagues younger than her own Azkaban worn version.

“Mrs. Potter-Black?” Frank greeted tightly.

She smiled widely. “I take that to mean you believe me now.”

“You're inhabiting the body of this world's Hermione,” Sirius stated.

“Yes, and I imagine the other Hermione is inhabiting my body. Do we have any idea how this happened?”

“We were hoping you'd have answers,” James stated. “Walk us through yesterday.”

“It was Friday, so I spend the day at home with Lulu, my daughter. She's three. We dropped her sisters off at school-”

“-Where do they attend?” Frank interrupted.

“NAME. It's a muggle private school. I took Lulu with me while I ran errands.”

“What errands?”

“Uhm, groceries. I went muggle. We stopped by the town square in Tetwell. There have been issues between a few business owners so I went to make sure things were smoothed over. We picked Rose and Izzy up and went to dance class – muggle. They take ballet. And then we went home. Harry came home, we had dinner and spent some time in the backyard. I put the babies down and then Rose went to bed later.”

“Did you leave the house again? Did anyone else come over?”

“No. Harry and I sat by the fire and then turned in for the night.”

“Did Harry leave at all? Go anywhere? He's a bit of a night owl.”

“Uh, I'm not sure I'd say the same for my husband. He gets grumpy when he's forced to work late. He likes tucking the girls in and retiring together. What?”

“Sorry, just… doesn't sound anything like my son. He's not really the settling down type.”

“I've been a bad influence,” Sirius teased.

Hermione shook her head. “My world is different. Harry, my Harry, is an orphan. All he's ever wanted is a family. We got married after the war ended and got pregnant barely a year later. Harry was still in Auror training and wasn’t supposed to be able to see anyone from outside the training program. His supervisors were displeased to learn he'd figured a way around that. They were even more displeased when he refused to explain how he did it.”

Sirius snorted. James smiled sadly. 

“Harry is going to figure out something is wrong immediately. He won't be fooled by any alternate version of me.”

“He'll figure out she's from another world?”

“Someone will. Maybe not him, but he'll know the moment he wakes up. We had security measures during the war. Mistaken identity was a real risk. And I doubt a pure-blood princess could ever get away pretending to be me.”

“That's the second time you've mentioned a war. Ours ended in the 80s.”

“The First Blood War. The Second Blood War ended the summer of 1997.”

“Another dark lord?”

“Voldemort came back.”

“How?”

“I know how it happened in my world, I can't say the same for here. Too much is different. I don't even know how your first war ended. I mean, mine ended with the deaths of the Potters. Clearly, that didn't happen here.”

“No!” James exclaimed, alarmed. 

Hermione gestured to him. “Right, so I don't know. But I do know that Harry is going to come after me. You should warn the DoM so they don't attack him.”

“Why would they attack him?”

“Because they won't be expecting him.”

 “I'll go!” Sirius offered and dashed from the room.

“How do we fix this?” Frank asked, gesturing to her.

Hermione shrugged. “No idea. I didn't do this. I assume it was your Hermione or something someone did to her. Hopefully, Harry will think to bring her with him and we can sort this out because I really don't enjoy being a blonde.”

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lacy1986 asked:

🎂NEW YEARS DAY BIRTHDAY REQUEST🎂

My birthday is New Years Day (so there's still a few weeks until then) and I would love a birthday request with the group (Noah, Jolly, Folio, Nick, Matt) Maybe have each guy plan a special birthday date night for each night of the week leading up to the reader's birthday (Save Noah for the last night 😉) Lots of cute fluffy moments and definitely smut 😘

Here it is Part 2, finally 😊 Enjoy!

The 12th Day Of Christmas:

A New Years Birthday Pt.2

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Day 3: Matt

"Ice cream is the perfect birthday treat, Matt, great idea." "Yeah, it's pretty good. I'm just thinking of things I want to do with this ice cream," he teased. The smirk gracing Matt's face made Y/N blush, and she playfully shoved him away, causing him to stumble over his feet. "I'm serious! Imagine me rubbing you down with some vanilla ice cream, paying attention to those already sweet little spots of yours while I lick it off you. You'd taste really good."

Y/N had stopped walking by this point, standing on the middle of the sidewalk with her mouth hanging wide open. "What in the world, Matt Dierkes!" "What?" Matt shrugged, licking his ice cream cone. The sight had Y/N swallowing hard. "You're envisioning it, aren't you," Matt grinned. "No, I'm not!" "Yes, you are. I know that look."

Y/N went back to eating her ice cream. Matt moved in close, leaned in as if he was about to kiss her, but instead took a bite of her ice cream instead. "Agh! You dog!" Y/N exclaimed, shoving Matt away after he'd managed to actually kiss her. Scooping a bit of ice cream onto his finger, Matt beckoned her over. "Here, come here, let me try something," He wiped the ice cream on the side of her neck, hearing her protest instantly. He gripped her wrist to keep her near him. "Just trust me," he said quietly. Leaning over, Matt discreetly ran his tongue over her skin, licking then sucking the ice cream off, making the very breath in Y/N's lungs feel as if it had frozen.

Matt took a step back, yet keeping direct eye contact with Y/N. "You don't have to fight how much you want it, baby. I can see it in your eyes just how much you are." Y/N chuckled nervously, breaking eye contact and shaking her head out of some lost sense of pride. "I've barely touched you and you're already shaking." "It's because I'm cold," she said defensively. "Alright, well then, let's get you home so I can warm you up." The look in Matt's eyes was all the convincing Y/N needed.

His hands leisurely stroked her breast moving closer to her nipples until his thumbs were rubbing her buds. Matt wrapped his arm around Y/N's waist, arching her back, and leaning down to roll his tongue over the pebbled flesh. The noises coming out of her were making it difficult for Matt to take this slow. She was a sinful taste and a piece of heaven all rolled into one.

"Spread your legs for me baby and bend over," he whispered to her while pushing on her back. Y/N complied, laying down face first onto the soft mattress. Matt nudged her legs further apart with his knee, stoking himself a few times while spreading the precum, and sliding a finger up her wet center to make sure she was ready for him. "Oh, yeah, so fucking wet for me," he hissed, aligning his cock up to her entrance and thrusting hard into her. Y/N gasped, following with a sudden scream grasping the bed sheets as Matt started pounding ruthlessly into her. Matt grunted with each sound of smacking flesh that filled up the air around them.

"Look at you taking it for me, baby, pounding your pretty little pussy while I fuck you into the mattress." Y/N could only whimper in response. Pulling out just a little Matt hissed as only his tip breached the warmth of her walls, until he couldn't take it any more and grabbed her hips and slammed back into her making Y/N shriek, moaning his name after. "There it is. God, you have no idea what you do to me, baby, all the shit I want to do to you! I fucking love you body!" He slipped a hand under her to rub her clit, feeling her pussy tighten around his length buried inside her. "I'm so close, Matty," she whined, and with one last powerful thrust, Y/N fell apart, pushed completely over the edge, her breath shattered. Matt quickly followed, grunting and groaning before pulling out fast and spilling his seed onto her lower back.

"Fuck, baby doll," he breathed, chest rising up and down quickly. He cleaned her off then leaning over her shoulder whispered, "I'm not done with you yet. We still have the rest of our ice cream to eat."

Day 4: Folio

"Okay, open them." Folio nervously removed his hands from Y/N's eyes. "The Zoo! Are you serious!" Folio immediately regretted his choice but didn't have time for self-pity before Y/N threw herself into him, practically jumping into his arms and squeezing him tight.

"You like it?" Folio's heart was pounding with both fear and excitement. "Like it! Nick, I freaking love it," she said excitedly. Folio chuckled, as Y/N slammed her lips into his, kissing him hard. "I was so scared I screwed up," he confessed, as Y/N took his hand and led him to the ticket gate. "You didn't! Babe, this is the best," she assured him. Folio was finally able to breathe a lot easier as he paid for their tickets and got yanked through the gate.

"I hate heights," he groaned, squeezing Y/N's hand tightly." "What! Why didn't you say anything before we got on?" The skylift slowly took them around the entire zoo, allowing them to see everything from such a fantastic view. "Because it's important to you and this is your birthday." Y/N smiled sweetly at Folio, scooting closer to him. "Well then, just kiss me and you won't have to look around."

His tongue met hers before their lips did, but when they did the electric feeling that sparked between them made Y/N whimper. Slowly Folio kissed her, tasting the inside of her mouth like it was favorite candy, letting her pull him into her and wrap her arms tightly around his neck.

"Why are you so perfect?" she asked, pressing her forehead to Folio's "Only for you I am. I'll be whatever you need me to be as long as it makes you happy." "Holy shit," Y/N laughed. "Does that mean I can dress up in a leather bondage suit and put a collar on you; treat you like my own personal sexy bondage slave?" "Sexy bondage slave," Folio laughed, clapping his hands together. "That's a new one." "Well, would you?" Y/N raised an eyebrow at him. "If it makes you happy, then yeah, I guess I would," he replied sweetly.

Y/N removed Folio's Harley hat and ran her hand through his hair down the back of his neck, loving the way he hummed in approval , closing his eyes. "I love you," she whispered against his lips before placing a light kiss on his lips. "I love you too," Folio whispered back.

The zoo lasted well until closing. Y/N and Folio were some of the last ones out, realizing they still had plenty of time before midnight to celebrate with their friends. Meeting at Matt's house, the Omen family brought in the New Year with a bang. Lots of food, lots of fun, lots laughs, but mostly lots of memories.

In the car on the way back to their house, Folio held Y/N's hand, bringing it often to his lips and kissing her fingers as he drove. It was driving Y/N absolutely insane, especially how he kept leaning over more towards her.

Pulling into the driveway, the house was dark, indicating they were the first ones home. Y/N went to get out, but was stopped suddenly by Folio's hand on her arm.

"Hey, wait a minute," he called. Looking over at him, Y/N saw the look, that deep heated look that Nick only got when a certain something was on his mind, and it made her grin big. "Okay, I'm waiting," she smirked. Folio tugged on her arm, leaning in as Y/N met him halfway. And that was all it took. Climbing over the console, Y/N straddled Folio's lap. He lifted up his bottom yanking his pants down then helped Y/N remove hers "This makes me feel like a teenager all over again," Y/N chuckled as Nick removed her shirt, instantly clasping his hands around her breasts and kissing the tops of them. "I'm not gonna lie. The idea of fucking you like this has always been a fantasy of mine." He buried his face between her breast, kneading her sides sweetly, making Y/N whimper.

"God, sweetheart," Folio muttered breathlessly, shifting until his dick was pressed between her thighs. "Fuck me," he begged, running his nails down her back. "Say please," Y/N whispered. Folio breathed a slight laugh. "Please." His short answer satisfied her enough. She grabbed the base of his cock and sat down all at once on it, letting it fill her until she reached the hilt. "Y/N....oh fuck, that's, baby." One or two rolls of her hips and Folio was gripping her hips as tight as he could. "Fuck me, Y/N," he demanded when their eyes met, groaning when she did, slow at first, then fast, holding onto his shoulders. Her needy moans filled the inside of the truck as the heat of their lovemaking fogged up the windows. "That's it, ride me, sweetheart," Folio exhaled, watching her as if he'd just died and went to heaven. "You look so beautiful with my dick inside you." Y/N huffed a small laugh, closing her eyes and tossing her head back. "Goddamn I love the way you fuck me." A quiet breath stuttered out of her from his words.

Y/N was so close. The sound of her skin slapping slightly against Nick's was second only to her moaning his name over and over. Slipping his hand between her legs and playing with her clit, Folio used the other one to tilt her head up. "Are you gonna cum for me?" "A-huh," Y/N nodded, biting her lip. "Whose girl are you?" "Fuck! Nick, yours, baby!" "That's right, sweetheart, mine." He kissed her softly, groaning when her tongue swiped over his. "Nick, oh my.. oh fuck, baby!" That's all Folio needed to tip him over the edge, exploding inside her, sweaty forehead falling against hers.

"Holy fucking shit, Y/N," Nick breathed a laugh. "That was insanely good, fuck." Y/N kissed him, wrapping her hands around his sweaty face. "I need a shower." "Me too. Up for round two?”

Day 5: Noah

Of course it would be a dull, rainy day on Y/N's birthday. Groaning, she threw the covers over her head, trying her hardest to fall back asleep. What a great way to start the new year. Her bedroom door opened, closing almost instantly as the figure made its way over to the bed and climbed on top of her. "Guess who," the voice said quietly to the covers covering her head. Y/N knew instantly who it was, but played along anyway. "Mmm, the Easter Bunny?" "Nope. Try again." "Mmm, Santa?" "Possibly, but no. Try one more time," he offered, this time lightly thrusting against her body. "Any idea, Princess." Y/N smiled big and pulled the covers down. "Noah!" acting surprised. "Stop pretending. You knew it was me all along," he stated, rubbing noses with her. "Of course I did." Noah hummed. "Looks like I'm the first to say it?" "Say what?" "Happy Birthday, Y/N." The sweetness in Noah's tone and the gentle way he looked at her pulled at Y/N's heart. Reaching up and touching his face, Noah leaned down and kissed her, making it simple and sweet. "Thank you, Noah." "You're welcome." He went to pull away, but Y/N stopped him, speaking to him with only her eyes, which he read perfectly.

Pushing the covers back for him, Noah climbed into bed next to her at first but then slipped between her legs. "Is this what you wanted?" Y/N nodded as Noah caressed her face gently and kissed her. It was soft and simple at first but quickly turned heated. Their tongues danced, and their hands explored as Noah lightly thrusted against her opening. She whimpered softly at the feeling of his excitement pressing against her. "Either this stops now, or we spend the whole day right here in bed." "I vote for option two," Y/N said against Noah's lips. "Nope. I have something planned for us." Noah quickly got up, leaving Y/N feeling cold and her arms empty. "Come on, sleepy head, let's get you ready," he urged, pulling her up and out of the bed, guiding her towards the bathroom. "But I don't wanna," Y/N whined, protesting all the way.

Mani/Pedi days were the best when you had someone to tag along with. Noah and Y/N sat next to one another at a spa downtown, leisurely talking about unimportant things, laughing at one another's jokes and comments as their feet soaked. The hour went by quickly and before they knew it, it was mid-day and still raining. "I need food," Noah grumbled, taking Y/N by the hand as the crossed the street quickly to his car and got in. "Where to eat, Princess? You pick." "Sushi!" Y/N exclaimed instantly. "Sushi it is, then."

Mid-day turned into night as the two of them ate and talked some more, totally avoiding the fact that it was Y/N's birthday, or at least that's what Y/N thought. They got home, using the back entrance to get in, and climbed the stairs to their bedrooms. Noah looked at his watch and grinned. "What's going on in that head or yours, Noah?" Y/N asked with a smile. "Why don't I just show you."

"One hour and thirty minutes," Noah stated, lifting Y/N's shirt up over her head, tossing it to the floor, before removing her bra. He reached for the zipper of her jeans, pushing them down to her ankles along with her underwear. Y/N braced herself, holding onto Noah's shoulders as he helped her step out of them. Her bare pussy was right before his eyes, the sight making his mouth water. He touched her, hearing her little gasp, and glanced up at her only to find her staring down at him. "You want to watch me eat you out, Princess. Watch me fuck you with my tongue?" The corners of Noah's mouth turned up slowly. Y/N nodded and ran both hands through his hair, instantly making him puddy in her hands. He got on his knees before her, tapping her thigh. "Spread your legs. I want to see you." Noah's voice cracked, consumed by so much lust for the woman in front of him. He felt like he was dying, waiting for her to show him all of her.

Y/N stared down at him, running her hands through his thick brown hair over and over, taking a deep breath before she parted her legs. A deep, low growl emerged from out of Noah's chest the moment she spread her legs making her pussy entirely visible to him. She was so pretty pink and soaked in her own arousal, yet Noah hadn't even touched her yet. Noah cleared his throat and took her hand, bringing it to that sensitive spot right above her entrance. "I want you to make yourself cum, while I eat you." Noah's dark eyes shifted up to her. Y/N's chest rose up and down repetitively as she nodded silently. He was so hard for her, that it hurt. The slow torture was his own fault, but he loved Y/N enough to shift the focus, forgetting about his needs and focusing on her instead. His tongue was in her pussy before she could take her next breath. Noah's hands gripped her ass, pushing her against his face. He could suffocate to death on her, to die eating her out as long as she continued making those sounds she was making and playing with his hair.

"Oh god, Y/N," he mumbled, plunging his tongue in and out of her entrance only stopping to insert two fingers at a time inside her. "The way you always taste, your cunt is always so fucking good to eat. Fuck!" Noah dived back in, taking her hand and placing it on her clit. "Make yourself cum in my mouth, Princess," Noah pleaded with her. Slowly at first then picking up the pace, Y/N massaged her clit right before Noah's eyes. He placed his fingers over her pussy, feeling how her muscles tightened and released from her touching herself, slipping his fingers back inside her after a few minutes. "Watching you get yourself off is the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen, Y/N," Noah confessed to her. "Then let me lay down so I can show you all of me while I do."

In an instant, Y/N was on her back on Noah's bed with him standing at the end watching her fuck herself with her fingers. He felt the familiar feeling of his orgasm quickly approaching and knew he had to get things under control before he exploded in his pants. Stripping, Noah parted her legs, and without speaking, easily slid himself inside her pussy, breaching her walls and penetrating the space that was his for tonight. "I'm not going to last long, Princess, I'm sorry. Watching you fuck yourself almost did me in." Noah looked down at her hoping she wasn't disappointed. And she wasn't. "Then I should make doing that for you more often a habit, shouldn't I?" "You would?" "Anything for you Noah. I love you."

Y/N's words pierced Noah's heart. He was so in love with Y/N, too. "I love you, too. I'm desperately in love with you, Y/N. And I don't want any other man to have you. Every time you’re with someone else, I get too angry at the thought of them touching you. That's why I wanted to be the last for your birthday; so I could fuck away any trace of the others and my cock, my body, my love, would be the only thing you know."

Tears ran down the sides of Y/N's face and she reached up, pulling Noah down into her so she could kiss him. "The fuck me hard and make me forget," she said quietly. And that was all it took. Noah placed both of her legs on his shoulders and thrusted deep down into her, hitting her core, her g-spot, and making her scream his name. Her sweet needy moans penetrated his memory, filling his mind with the things he'd keep with him on the nights he was forced to sleep without her. "You're mine, Y/N," Noah thrusted, hissing through clenched teeth. "Tell me you're mine." "Fuck! Noah, I'm yours, only yours," she confessed, breathlessly. Noah continued pounding into her, hitting that same spot until Y/N thought she might explode. "F-fuck, Noah," she cried claw his shoulders. "You're cunt is mine, Y/N. I don't care who else fucks you. I'm claiming you as mine, forever."

With Noah's last words, Y/N's orgasm hit her hard, making her scream, which quickly turned into more needy moans, only quieting with Noah cumming hard inside her. His warm, milky seed filled her so much that when he pulled out, so much spilled out, soaking Noah's sheets. Wrapped up in Noah's sheet, Y/N kissed him one more time before opening the bedroom door, shocked to find Folio standing right outside in the hallway. He had the most hurtful look on his face, making Noah and Y/N both believe something horrible had happened. "Tell us, man. Are you okay? What's wrong?" Noah pleaded with his friend. Folio finally looked up from staring a hole into the floor below him, staring Y/N right in the eyes. "You're his? But you told me last night that you were mine, that it was only me you wanted." Noah looked from Folio over to Y/N, shocked, while Y/N could only stare at Folio, horrified.

[judiciously-ezekiel]

Once upon a time, his children were slated to take over the coven. Rule it with fairness while being stern as all things equal should, but then his little girl was stolen. Taken right out from under his nose, knowing that if he had just paid a little more attention, he would have seen the signs. Relinquishing control to Rhys now? It wasn't a logical choice until his son regained control of himself, and it may not happen even if Celeste is brought back, seeing as she may choose to live with Wrath instead of him. Their son was unstable in ways they didn't anticipate. "We have been apart for a long time, my love. Things change, we've changed," Ezekiel responded sadly. The witch went through the motions, letting his wife wrap his wrists with the ceremonial ropes, loose but bound by the spell. Unable to unwrap them until he unflinchingly gave a secret from the dark depths of his soul. Ezekiel nodded his assent, allowing the woman to go first. Some part of him knew it would be related to the curse, but he didn't expect it to be that. No loophole, no end to the curse. The Princes were on an endless quest to satisfy their King when no true end existed. He frowned, brows furrowing with sorrow as he thought about the boys he'd grown close to recently. How hard they're trying to change themselves outside of the influence of their King, how without ending the curse... they could very well perish in the fight against their King that was only a matter of time, not if. It wasn't fair to them, and the Firsts were leading them to their slaughter. It warmed his heart, however, to see his wife care what the Princes would think knowing the truth. It showed a bit of the woman he fell in love with, who cared about those around her instead of living off of the revenge that marred her soul. There was hope yet. He let out a shaky breath, his bound hands to push a lock of her dark hair behind her ears. "We can figure that out once we're done with the ritual, my love," he said quietly before falling quiet. Secrets were called such for a reason– if it's easy to talk about, then it's not an actual secret. Eyes cast to the binds while the silence stretched, he took a deep breath and started. "I understand why you and Rhys reacted like you did losing Celeste. She was the heart and soul of the family– but on that day, you only lost your daughter. On the other hand, I lost her, but I also lost you and Rhys. In one instant, our family imploded in a way I never thought was possible– before that moment, we were so solid, and then it evaporated in the blink of an eye. It threw me for a loop, and then it was too late for me to stop the two of you from wandering down the dark path." He blinked, raising his gaze to look at his beautiful wife. His heart and holder of half of his soul. "I know I should have fought harder to stay. I should have tried as hard as I knew Celeste would if Rhys was lost, but I couldn't. I wasn't strong enough, so your push was all I needed to go," his voice quiet as he pushed the words out through his lips, afraid if he stopped, then he wouldn't be able to keep going, "but I always stayed within distance of the two of you because no matter what or who the two of you became, I still loved you. I still love you as much as I did when we were first wed." The ropes were still wrapped around his wrists, the single push to reveal the secret. "My secret isn't that I've never stopped loving you; that was a proclamation you needed to hear. It's that there came a time in our separation when there was a single dark moment that I wished I no longer walked the Earth. It seemed better to just... not exist than it was to live in the sad existence that I had thrust myself into because I wasn't strong enough to fight back, but ironically, I couldn't even do that in the end. I knew Celeste wouldn't have wanted that for me, so I kept going for her." He felt the release of the magic, the ropes sliding from his wrists to the ground. "You worry that the boys won't forgive you. I worry that I'm no longer as strong as I once was."

"That is my hope, love, restoring the coven to its former glory so our son can inherit what has always been his birthright." It was a dream the moment she birthed the twins, Rhys and Celeste would take over and lead the witches of their coven as only a duo of Firsts could. Losing Celeste to Hell and then to death shattered the plans, leaving the coven leaderless once she and Rhys set down a revenge path that banished the Princes for eternity. The First Family, once united by bonds and eternal love, were scattered to the winds. Ezekiel was practically pushed through the door by her own rage while her son became consumed by making Hell pay for stealing his other half. "You would think after all these years, you would know my mind inside and out." Pandora braced herself for the drop in temperature as her husband's fingers lightly painted the marks, breathing a shuddered sigh that had everything to do with the coolness as much as it did with his touch. How she missed him. "An unlikable part, my love, but absolutely necessary." Pan set down her paint bowl and reached out a hand to take the rope before slowly winding it around her husband's wrists. Flashes of this ceremony before their wedding flashed in the witch's mind, recalling how young they once were, how in love and full of hope. When she was finished tying the rope, Pandora placed her wrists together and waited until her wrists were also bound. "Holding to tradition, we begin in the same order as last time." The woman released a slow sigh as her mind raced over the secret before her gaze found the male's features. The pause was agonizing, nearly crippling. She needed to rip this off like a bandage and spit it out before she changed her mind. "When I discovered Celeste was gone from the King's lips, something within me died that night. I made him a promise, a solemn vow that as long as I lived, he would suffer the same as I had. I wanted him to feel my pain, feel my hopelessness and my rage. Rhys never quite understood why I included a way to break the curse when we created it from scratch. Maybe..." She breathed another short sigh, "Maybe he thought I knew the King would never defile himself by placing a witch on the throne, but here is the secret not even our son knows," Pan whispered the next statement softly, "There is no loophole. There never was. The Princes would never regain their abilities or return home no matter if the King took a queen." Pandora glanced down between them, feeling the ropes loosen and fall from her wrists to the ground. Her blue orbs fell on the male again sadly, "They will never forgive me, Ezekiel."

[masquenoire]

(Hope it’s alright I send in a second one 😅 Feel free to ignore)

“Icons only” First time Roman sees Elise take a gunshot point blank and walk it off

Send "Icons only" and something for my muse to react to And I will show my muse's reaction using only icons (1-5) and no text

[immortalsins]

i'm aware how lucky i am to have never been short of food (in my parent's house) and always been taken relatively good care of so the fact this is a new experience to me means it's one of privilege. but my dad hasn't bought food in days and he just showed up at my door to ask if i had alcohol requests from the shop in the village ?? hello if you're buying alcohol i'd like to request something to eat

[theheadlessgroom]

https://beatingheart-bride.tumblr.com/post/710279581633019904/theheadlessgroom-beatingheart-bride

@beatingheart-bride

“I believe there is...” Randall murmured, brow knitting together in deep thought, a bony hand moving to his chin to briefly stroke it as he looked up to some of the higher shelves, trying to jog his memory before he moved to ascend one of the ladders, scrambling up it like some sort of scrawny, pale spider before pausing at the very top, eyes scanning the spines-where was it, where was it...?

“Ah-ha!” he laughed triumphantly as soon as he spotted his target, reaching out quickly to swipe it from its spot betwixt a few other thick-looking volumes, hanging onto it as he quickly hustled back down the ladder, saying as he returned to Emily’s side, “I-I knew I’d seen it before, I think I wanted to know the same thing, so I went looking, let’s see here...”

The book was a hefty tome, leather-bound and aged, and absolutely stuffed to the brim with notes and letters discussing the construction of the opera house, with plenty of accompanying pictures, showing its evolution from a barebones skeleton, to taking more of a familiar shape the more was added onto said skeleton, before finally graduating to the completed house, again, with plenty of photos showing that progression. Randall smiled when he saw them, but continued to flip through the pages until he landed on the page he was searching for. When his eyes landed on the list, he couldn’t help but grin.

“Well, I...think you’ll find it to be one you’re very familiar with,” he enthused, as he showed it to her-in particular the photos of the opera’s first company assembled on the stage, dressed in their most colorful (even in a sepia-toned photograph) regal finery, standing in the shadow of a very familiar-looking prop elephant.

Hannibal.

[bkgsdoll]

thank u so much for tagging me rei!!! i’ve never posted abt my selfship before but honestly seeing everyone else’s makes me want to! > <

not sure if this is our official name yet but i’ve been using bakudoll !!

B is for bodacious. lmao listen!! katsuki is always using words like bodacious, that an ordinary person wouldn’t use in their vocabulary. and he’s all alliterate too! ex: “you bodaciously big fuckin boisterous baboon bitch.”

A is for active. he goes out on morning runs and is constantly keeping me on my toes as well!! even tho im such a lazy person, definitely very used to having everything done for me, he makes physical activities fun :3

K is for kitten. i had a sweet little puppy when katsuki and i got together, and as he’s more of a cat person, he got a kitty when we moved into his apartment! ^^ her name is merry based on the acnh villager hehehe

U is for up your ass. he's a fuckin weirdo so whenever we disagree or piss each other off (doesn't happen very often), he threatens to shove something up my ass but it literally changes every time lmao

D is for darling. this is the nickname reserved for me for special occasions (like our wedding) or when there's a super romantic moment. like when i finally told him that i wanted a baby, he'd stared at me with the most gorgeous expression and whispered, "okay, darling."

O is for omnipresence. being with katsuki allows me to turn my brain off, to simply exist. if we're walking, i don't really have to pay attention to the things around me because he is. i can just be around him without the constant need to analyze my every word and action.

L is for loca! almost my entire family is latin and we're all crazy hehe. get togethers are always crowded + loud with drama, but katsuki's stayed throughout it all. he's not very close with his family, yet he knows all of my cousins' names :(

L is for lollipops. i have a tiny oral fixation so im constantly keeping lollipops/gummies in the house and one time he had a function with a bunch of kids at a low-budget local elementary school, so i went along and brought them all lollipops c:

no pressure tags!! @kitkat13001 @kiromiix @ogprettyprincess @suksatoru @merakidoll + anyone else who wants to join! <3

selfship tag game

my first time trying one of these so i'm nervous but we'll see how it goes!

the idea is that you write down your selfship name (one or multiple) & for each letter, you think of something that begins with that letter & relate it to your selfship. (e.g. a food, a topic, a place, a feeling, anything. if it begins with that letter you can relate it to anything about your selfship - can be as little or as long as you want) - e.g. the letter a could be apple pie, antiques, attraction, arena etc.

if it's a difficult letter (e.g. x) and you can't think of anything, view it as a wild card.

VERIS - (veritas + eris)

V - Vacation - idk why but i'm tempted to say i'd take him to belobog, purely because i want to wrap him up with scarves and gloves & have a little cosy xmas getaway with a fireplace

E - Enchanted - i was definitely enchanted the first time i saw him, something that he 100% teases me about. i think it takes a little longer for him, once he gets to know me and we have conversations that he realises he really enjoys, then i believe he’s enchanted by me. (dare i say, i fell first, he fell harder)

R - Ribbons - i just have this thing where i want to see him tied up with ribbons, i want to go through every single possible colour of ribbons, because he'd look so pretty....do i think he'd let me? grudgingly but yes, after a lot of convincing

I - Ice Cream - one night whilst he's up late, going through some theories he's working on, i just silently join him, eating ice cream and he absentmindedly picks up the spoon whenever i'm not holding it to eat some and he's so lost in his thought process that he doesn't even realise that he's basically eaten most of my bowl until he goes to scoop some more up and realises it's all gone & he doesn't mention it but the next day i notice he's replaced the whole tub

S - Sleeping - we can both get carried away with doing certain things and get in the habit of sleeping way later than we should, but i think he tries to encourage me to pick up healthier sleeping habits even though he doesn't always practice it (hypocrite) & also i think he is ideal temperature, doesn't run hot, not cold either, so perfect to sleep cuddled up with him

‿୨♡୧‿ no pressure tags: (tagging some people who i know selfship)

@dilucs @unriding @madaqueue @soturoayami @sanemistar

@mewnbuns @tartagliove @yuujispinkhair @hiraethwrote + anyone who wants to join, please do <33