#I'll provide you with more little snacks yeah

[perryelornitorrinco]

No but I'm so happy you all liked that Leg and Rulie drawing, and the last few little comics/requests I did, it's so fun reading all the tags/comments people write and interacting with them. I'm really grateful for that!!!! 🥹💖

This is me actually, take this as a face reveal, cause I've never got so much attention and I'd squish mentally every single one of you. Thanks!😭

Now if you don't mind, I'll go back to my cave (bedroom) and draw another comic I have in mind jiji.

[sexilene]

i just had this thought of yapper!gf being taken on a fishing trip with jj and him getting frustrated because she’s scaring off the fish and then she gets annoyed back at him 😩😩😩

lol soooo cuteee! ˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ yapper!gf x jj

jj had been planning to go on a little fishing trip for a few days now, but because you've been dragging him around town he hadn't gotten a chance to. but today was the day, and because you go with him everywhere, he let you come with him. 

"are we going to have some lunch after this?" you ask hand in hand with your boyfriend as he leads you to the HMS pogue. 

"are you hungry already? didn't you just have some ice cream?" 

"that was a snack jj, are we going to eat the fish? if you catch any i mean." you giggle, looking up at him through your lashes. 

"whaddia mean if, when. when i catch some." he corrects.

"right of course! what am i supposed to do then, help you fish?"

"juuus' relax, i provide the sustenance while you sit there n'look pretty." he jokes, lifting his hand to help you get on the boat. 

as you arrived at the spot, the tranquil waters stretched out before you, jj wasted no time in setting up his fishing rods. you sit at the edge of the boat and wait patiently watching your boyfriend flip his hat around. 

"its really sexy when you do that." you smile up at him, covering the sun with your hand. 

"what? flippin' my hat backward?" he grins, turning back to look at you.

you nod and turn back to look at the water, leaning against the edge to see if you could spot any fish. 

"its really nice out...i saw this thing that um- that said, would you sell your boyfriend to make your dog live forever? and i thought about it, i would." 

he scoffs and leans back to do whatever people do when trying to reel in a fish. 

"we don't even have a dog!"

"i know, but it's the principle!" you argue back, dipping your hand into the water and swishing it around.

"you're scarin' the fish away dude! c'mon sit down." he snaps his fingers at you making you glare at him and sit back in the middle of the boat. 

 "i was just checking the temperature." you shrug with a small smile, but jj wasn't amused. 

"nough' of that and you yapping my ear off, like i love you babe, but next time bring a book or a crossword puzzle or something...." jj huffs and baits his hook and casts his line once more. 

pissed at him you decide to give him the silent treatment and pretend he isn't even there. 

after some time, in silence, jj starts to feel a little guilty but then he hears you again.

"i shoulda' pushed you in the water." you furrow your eyebrows and shake your head, just couldn't stay quiet for much longer. "alright alright, come help me, i'll teach you how to do this." he laughs, offering his hand to help you up. rolling your eyes to take hold of his hand as he pulls you up and stands behind you, placing the fishing rod in your hands and wrapping his own hands around yours to help with guidance. 

"swing it back aaaand- wait." he lets go of your hands to let you try being in control and stands beside you with his hands on his hips. in no time a fish was pulling at the hook, jj boyishly excited for you, telling you to reel it in. you try your best to be fast and get the fish out of the water. 

"that's what im talkin' about baby, atta girl!" he cheers and takes hold of the fishing rod for you, grabbing onto the fish, and placing it in a bucket. 

"i can't believe i got a fish!" you squeal, turning over to him with a smile. 

"come here..." he beams and grabs onto your face with two hands to press a bunch of sweet annoying little kisses on your cheeks. 

"nooo! you touched the fish! and i'm still pissed at you." you scrunch your face up but that only makes him wrap his arms around your waist and lift you up like a doll with your hands on his shoulders. 

"gimme a kiss, and then we'll call it a day, yeah?" he squints his eyes and tilts his head, you roll your eyes and nod. wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning in to give him a proper kiss. 

once satisfied, your boyfriend sets you down with a smile. 

"alright. let's get outta here." he spins you around and smacks your ass playfully. ᥫ᭡

[beemovieerotica]

beloved fiber king,

as i once more waste 20 (very painful) minutes of my day on the throne of doom, humbled, I come for your wisdom

is there anything we ought to know abt what fiber sources get absorbed the most? I used to take packet supplements that i would mix with half a glass of apple juice (as that was the least brain-effort way my gastro doc could recommend me), but now i worry if that is financially less efficient than other methods, and times are as they are

what are your thoughts, o wise king

main thing is that you're getting fiber during a meal. having any volume of food in your stomach will slow digestion and make sure that fiber gets absorbed. same is true of any vitamin or supplement, which is why the labels always say take with a meal or milk.

psyllium powder + liquid isn't ideal on an empty stomach, because liquid runs through you faster, and compliance generally isn't good because the powder tastes bad. it really does make the texture of drinks weird. i don't like turning my drinks into slop. it makes sense that you dropped it.

recs with links under the cut

if you're fine with swallowing pills, the humble psyllium capsule can go a long way

$10 for 200 caps. or $20 for 500 caps. cheapest form of fiber out there that tastes like nothing. sure, they're only about 2g of fiber per serving, but it's all about the little, consistent changes, you know? it's better if someone can make the habit of taking a few tiny pills a day at dinner without even thinking, versus having to psych yourself up every time you need to drink a big lukewarm slushie of fiber. small steps.

$8 for half a kilo that lasts me well over a month.

i do swear by chia seeds because 1) they also taste like nothing, 2) they're pretty cheap, and 3) only change is adding a crunchy texture if you eat them fast, and a boba-like texture if you wait, which most people are fine with.

sprinkle on whatever cereal you eat every morning, yogurt, or make smoothies with it. i'll also throw it into pancakes and cookies if i do those.

$8 for 15 bars

fiber bars are probably the next cheapest route before we get to actual fresh fruit and veg, and unfortunately amazon does have the lowest price on this one. the fiber one brand does a lot of high-fiber snacks, and they're worth checking out. i like them because they have chocolate and actually taste good, plus 9g is a lot of fiber.

getting into "real foods" but still don't have access to good fresh produce - nuts dot com is actually a lifesaver for getting bulk nut products. for non-allergy havers, this is a great source of fiber with lots of varieties & flavors to try out to find what works for you (salty, sweet, spicy, etc). they do a lot of promotions and discounts, so keep your eye out.

after this point, you get into fruits / berries as your big fiber providers. apples are pretty easy and cheap, berries taste good but holy fuck they're expensive. but yeah, find one or two small things to try out, and develop a habit first before making sweeping changes to your diet that may not stick. let me know in the notes if anyone has other recs.

[local-new-kid-super]

Little things the Freedom Pals do for a New Kid!Reader during and after a battle.

Part one with Raccoon and Friends: ☆here☆

@everythingwasnormalhere, this part two was inspired by your comment!

Professor Timmy:

☆ Professor Timmy can't often get to you in a timely manner if dangers coming your way, but he makes up for it with his stellar ability to communicate via his mind. It's a lot harder for someone like Tupperware or Wonder-Tweak to yell across the battlefield and be heard amidst the heat of battle. However, seeing as he speaks in your mind, it's infinitely easier for him to warn you of an incoming attack or a more strategic maneuver to take down enemies.

"On your left, New Kid! Brace for impact, I'll provide assistance shortly."

☆ Professor Timmy likes to let you in on his plans first, even letting you be one of the first to see his incredible franchise plan.

"This will be the end to our struggles, if only the Raccoon and Friends agree to your terms..."

Tupperware:

☆ He's got some pretty intense armor, so a lot like Captain Diabetes, he's willing to rake a few hits for you in the battlefield. Just... not too many, he doesn't want to bang up his mother's Tupperware.

"Watch out New Kid, coming through with the Tupperware tornado!"

☆ He doesn't have any food or snacks to share after the battle, given that he's wearing everything you'd usually store food in. Luckily, he's got money, so post-battle if you wanna hang out, he'll gladly head to an arcade or take you to the Dispensary/KFC.

"I'm hungry, you hungry, New Kid? Let's get outta here."

"Ey! I want KFC to you son of a bitch! New Kid, get back here!" Raccoon yells.

Wonder Tweak:

☆ He's usually too focused on... tweaking out during battle to actually worry about healing teammates, but he's on it once the heat of the battle has died down. He'll check on professor Timmy and the others, his anxiety getting the better of him once hes no linger focused on his own survival. He'll patch you up, and try to calm you with the things he remembers Craig telling him (though he'd rather not talk about his Raccoon and Friends counterpart right now.)

"I-its gonna be okay, ah! Hold still, I'm gonna put on this band-aid, a-ah! Get a snack to heal, UNLESS YOU'RE ALLERGIC?!"

☆ He understands the importance of a support system, so whether you're an ex-member of Raccoon and Friends or just joined because of the causes message, he makes sure you have a space in the Freedom Pals base. He's got a corner where he goes to de-stress, and it's his personal space to fix himself up post-battle. He'll drag an extra bean-bag chair over for you, and offer to let you hold Stripe if he's got him for the night.

"Ack, here. He's great for after a big f-fight, he can sense i-inner turmoil!"

Toolshed:

☆ He's got an eye on you, always prepared to help, but... in all honesty, he just likes to watch you. Whether you're fierce and powerful or a little more of an assist type, he's always impressed by your ability to hold your own. He's gets a little more than flustered, but in the heat of battle he's actually less worried about complimenting you, hoping you'll just write it off as team members cheering each other on.

"Yeah! Sock it to them, New Kid! I'm here for you- we're here for you. The-the team is here for you, the Freedom Pals are, not me specifically-"

"Toolshed, keep your hormones under control during the battle, we must stay focused." Professor Timmy says, immediately causing Toolshed to turn green and move across the battlefield as far as possible from you.

☆ Please don't ignore him for any of the other guys, he's knows his powers are more tool-based and a little more generic, but he's not gonna feel very good about himself if you follow around Mysterion or heaven forbid, a member of Raccoon and Friends. He's still upset about Kyle not switching over. In order to prevent this, he makes sure you know what a good choice it was to be a member of this franchise instead. He'll show off there awesome base, and constantly mention how well the team did in battle, all in the hopes of keeping you around.

"I bet you never won a battle that quick when you were a Raccoon friend, huh? Not that you couldn't, I mean cause you had shitty teammates! Like... like Kite..."

Mysterion:

☆ He's technically a member of the Freedom Pals, but more often than not he works alone. He's usually described as mysterious, or creepy, even brutal, but the number one word you can use to describe him is 👏 PROTECTIVE 👏! None of the many bad guys that stalk the streets of south park are gonna get the jump on you, don't worry.

"Hey asshole!" A growly voice comes out from the shadows as a pounding sound hits the alley dumpster. "Get ready to feel the swift, ribbed fist of justice!"

☆ He's quick to depart post battle, not taking time to celebrate. He's got real justice to go serve, but... ever since you joined the team, he's been more hesitant to rush off. Still, doesn't mean he's great at figuring out how to socialize amongst the team. He just kind of... stands in the shade under the staircase that leads into the basement and broods. He kinda hopes you think it's hot.

"Oh, hey. Just thinking about giving those mob assholes what's coming to them..." He bites his lip, brows furrowed under his cowl as he tries to come up with a conversation piece that's not as harsh or violent as he uses with others. "I uh- did I ever tell you I have a sister? I think you'd like her..."

[fanfictiongirlie]

Twilight: The Human and the Wolf Chapter Seven

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Parings: Paul Lahote x OC (First person, no use of Y/N)

Description: Bella Swan's twin moved to Forks with her sister. Whilst Bella falls for a vampire, her twin falls for a wolf. The story runs parallel to Bella's story in Twilight. But following her twin and her life with the wolves.

Rating: Eventually explicit.

Warnings: Nothing in this chapter.

Chapter Seven - You Feel Extra Hot

When I woke up, I dressed quickly in a comfortable pair of black jeans and a random band t-shirt. When I went downstairs, Charlie was sitting in the kitchen with a cup of coffee. 

"Hi dad!" I grinned excitedly. 

"Well good morning, kiddo. Did you sleep alright?" 

"Great" I beamed. Charlie chuckled at my radiant expression. 

"You seem awfully cheerful this morning" 

"I'm seeing Paul again" I say, blushing. 

"How did prom go?" He asks. 

"Prom was awesome dad, it was awesome" I say, before pausing as I nibble my lip nervously. "Do you approve of him?"

"I don't know him well enough yet, but I trust you"

"Thanks dad! I better go!" I say grinning, I leave the kitchen and the house and climb into my car. I started driving to the cafe, Paul and I had texted saying we'd meet at the cafe. 

As I arrive, I park my car, and step out seeing Paul leaning against his bike, looking rather handsome. A big smile spreads across his face when he sees me walking towards him. 

"Hi handsome" I grin. 

"Hey there, gorgeous, looking good as always" He smirks.

"Thanks" I grin, reaching up to kiss his lips gently. "Oh.. you feel really warm today"

Paul responds with another kiss, wrapping his arm around my waist and holding me close, I sighed happily into the kiss, though how warm he felt made me feel a little worried. 

"Yeah, guess I run a little hot when I'm around you" He mumbles against my lips. 

"Oh hush" I giggle, blushing hard. I take his hand in mine, his hand was also warmer than usual, thinking nothing of it, we walked to the cafe together. 

Inside the cafe, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, along with the soft hum of muted conversations. The cozy ambiance provided a secluded and intimate backdrop for your date. Paul, still holding my hand led us towards a small table next to an window. A waiter came over to take our order. 

I ordered a cappuccino and a blueberry muffin. Whilst Paul ordered an espresso, along with a sandwich. As the waiter left, Paul turned his attention back to me, a hint of mischief in his gaze. 

"What's that look for?" I asked, a small smirk on my lips. 

Paul chuckled lightly, his eyes roaming over my face. 

"Oh, nothing. Just admiring the view" He said, giving me a charming grin, shamelessly checking me out. 

"Thanks, corn dog"

"Corn dog? Where in the world did that come from?" He asks with an eyebrow raised. 

"Because you're so corny" I answered with a shrug. 

He chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. 

"Alright, I'll give you that one" He says, leaning back in his chair, a playful smirk on his lips. I reached over the table, placing my hand over his, once again noticing how warm he felt. 

"You sure, you're alright?" I ask. Paul glanced down to our hands, his gaze flickering with something unreadable. He smiled softly, trying to brush off my comment. 

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

"You feel extra hot" I mumble. 

Paul shrugs nonchalantly, his tone dismissive. 

"It's just a bit warm in here, that's all" 

"Okay...as long as you're not dying" I smile, trying to lighten the mood again. 

"Dying nah, I'm good. I wouldn't let a little warmth get the best of me" He answers, it was clear he was trying to play it off, but there was a subtle tension in his expression. 

Once the waiter brought over our order, we enjoyed it whilst talking, learning more about one another. And once coffees and snacks were consumed, Paul suggested we take a leisurely walk around town. Enjoying the idea, we paid for our food and stood up. 

As we both exited the cafe, the crisp Forks air greeted us, and we began strolling down the street, side by side. 

"I've always loved miserable weather like this" I admit, Paul's hand was in mine and we walked the streets, it was raining, but only ever so slightly, enough to make everything look a little misty. There was a thin layer of fog settling around us too. 

"Yeah, there's something oddly soothing about it, isn't there? The muted colours, the sound of the rain..." He trailed, glancing over to me. 

"Poetic" I teased. Paul chuckled, shaking his head slightly. He feigned offence at my remark, but the playfulness in his eyes betrayed his act. 

"Hey, I can be poetic if I want to be! Don't mock my deep and thoughtful side!" 

I grin up at him, and link our arms, the warmth of his skin hotter than earlier. Paul wrapped his arm around my arm as we linked. He leaned in close, pressing his body against my side. I couldn't help but notice how warm he really felt. 

"Paul, are you sure you're okay?" I ask again, hoping he doesn't get annoyed at me. He lets out a soft sigh, his gaze avoiding mine for a moment. When he spoke, his voice had a forced casualness to it. 

"Yeah I'm fine. Just feeling a bit warm, that's all. Don't worry about me" He gives my arm a gentle squeeze, attempting to reassure me, but the tension in his expression didn't quite match his words. 

"We can call it a day...if you're not feeling well?" I suggest, feeling a little sad. 

Paul hesitates for a moment, he clearly didn't want to end the day either. 

"Maybe that's a good idea. I don't wanna ruin the date by feeling crappy"

I nodded, patting his hand gently as I turn us around so we could walk towards the car and his bike. As we reach where our car and bike were parked, Paul breaks the silence, glancing over to me. 

"Sorry about cutting the date short..I really did want to spend more time with you"

"Hey, don't worry, just feel better okay?" I smile. Paul manages a small, grateful smile.

"You're too sweet, I'll be fine, probably a little fever or something, I'll take it easy, I promise" He says with a sad smile, I reach up pressing a short kiss to his cheek. 

"Go home you dork"

"Alright, I'll go home and rest, take care of yourself" He whispers, I nod and walk to my car, feeling a little nervous about Paul. 

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[asuyaka]

Hear me out on this,

HCS for Misa and L from Death Note(separately) with a detective s/o who's like Ranpo from Bougon Stray Dogs✋

★ - eeeee!!! Deathnote req!! (๑>ᴗ<๑)!!

☆ - Misa Amane & L Lawliet x Super Detective! Reader!

She loves you so much, but goodness (!!!) your smarts are going to be the death of her (literally and figuratively) 

It’s a miracle how you haven’t found out she’s the Second Kira (you have, but you’re conflicted if you should rat out your girlfriend for the sake of justice) but she’s glad!

She is so confused about your addiction to snacks because ???? why do you need that much?

She’s an idol, so she has money to back you up — not all the time, but most of the time she lets you run free. She always reminds you that too many snacks aren’t healthy, but you need snacks to function, so it goes from one ear and out the other.

She tries her best not to let you and Light meet, as much as Kira needs you dead for interefering with his plans, she can’t bring herself to give you —her boyfriend who she loves so much despite your weird snack obsession— to the man who savd her life, no matter how grateful she is for that.

"Misa....!" You groan, lying down on a couch as you watch someone put makeup on her for her next photoshoot. 

You've run out of cases that interest you, you're hungry, and you need something to do other than look at your perfect, amazing, charming, beautiful, pretty, stunning, breathtaking, gorgeous, captivating, alluring, attractive girlfriend.

You watch her in the mirror as the person places lipstick on her. Her light-brown eyes catch yours as she sends you a playful wink.

...Yeah, you lied, you could definitely keep staring at her more. 

Your thoughts wander to the Kira case. You've solved it already, despite the dead ends and plot twists Ligh— Kira kept throwing at you, but you can't find it in yourself to turn it in to the police.

You're smart (obviously). If you turn in Light, Misa will become a prime suspect for the Second Kira, they'll arrest her under suspicion, and she'll eventually break or Light will manipulate her situation in a way so that they'll free him and keep Misa. 

You still don't know how they kill, it's one of the few plot holes that bug you at night, but you're on the track to figure that out— you hope so at least.

Misa's face is above yours, a small smile on her face as she kisses your cheek. "I'll be done soon, then we can go out, okay?" 

Her smile is so warm. Even after dating for so long, it still brings butterflies in your stomach. "Yeah," you breathe out, hands squeezing Misa's slightly. "Have fun, okay? I love you."

Misa giggles—you love her laugh, it's airy and tugs a smile on your face every single damn time you hear it— squeezing your arm as she makes her way out of the room. "I love you too!"

Snack runs, snack runs, and did I already say snack runs?

The two top detectives are also lovers?? It sounds like the plot of a cheesy rom-com, but it is, in fact, the life of you and your beloved, sleep-deprived boyfriend!

You two work best when you're together. You don't even have to be touching (a lie) being in the same room working on cases is enough for the both of you.

Watari provides food (desserts and snacks, upon snacks, upon snacks) when you two are working on especially time-consuming cases.

Whenever you don't feel like working or the case you are working on doesn't interest you anymore, you cling to L's back, hide your face in the crook of his neck, and either sleep or give small feedback on the cases he works on.

The amount of money you two spend on food is not healthy, you're both very aware of that, but if you think you never gain weight so... who cares?

L has a hard time expressing his feelings, you're very aware of that, so you two have little signals whenever he wants something!

Pulling on your thumb whenever he wants a hug (he quickly discovered he adores physical touch), having Watari hand you cookies 'n creme pocky whenever he needed some form of intimate physical touch (kisses, hand holding [only when you two are alone], or particularly... engaging kisses.)

You were half-asleep, a chocolate wafer in your mouth as you lay on the floor, papers scattered around your body like faux snow.

You were bored, unbelievably so. Most of L's time was spent on the Kira case, in which he wouldn't let you participate for the sake of 'your safety' or something you didn't care enough to remember.

You think that was the first serious fight you and your boyfriend had in the three years you've been together. You didn't understand why he wouldn't let you do this, you two were great and reliable detectives. 

His argument of "keeping you safe" didn't make any sense either, because if he dies because of this god-awful and annoying case, you'll end up joining the investigation anyway— by force if you have to.

The sound of a door creaking open slightly catches your attention. The pattern of bare feet coming closer to your figure as a hand gently pulls your thumb.

"I'm mad at you, you know?" You huff, eating the wafer and turning your body away from the black-haired man.

A small noise of frustration comes from behind you as L pulls on your thumb harder. "Hug." 

"Go hug that Yagami boy since you like spending time with him so much." You're being petty, you know, but you can't help it.

You know L loves you, and you love him too but fuck if the Kira case situation didn't get under your skin, you'd be a liar. 

A very bad one too.

The tugs get harder and there's less pause between each one. L is very persistent, you don't know why you thought he'd leave you alone after denying him the first time.

"[Name]. Hug."

A beat of silence passed as your free hand pushed past the papers of evidence for a case you were working on, trying to find a snack.

You felt a tug in your heart when L's grip slightly faltered. With a sigh, you hastily rolled over. Encasing him in your arms and rolling back the other way, the two of you finally look at one another eye to eye.

"Happy now?" You ask in feigning annoyance as you watch your boyfriend's lips slowly curl into a smile, a small dust of red tinting his pale skin.

"Very."

Sighing dramatically, you let him stay in the crook of your neck, legs intertwined as the sleep slowly falls over your body.

You can be mad at him another time.

[defenestrationn]

Riddle "don't twiddle your fingers" Rosehearts

The clacking of chalk against the blackboard filled the room alongside Professors Triens' monotone voice as he covered topics of history. Yuu sat with their hands in their lap as they read along in the textbook. Their ever fidgeting hands soon caught the attention of their ever diligent partner, Riddle Rosehearts.

"My Rose, don't twiddle your fingers. You should be taking your notes." His voice was a hushed whisper as he nudged his hand against theirs. "If you're nervous, we can review my notes together over tea." His offer was as soft as his smile before he quickly looked back at the professor who was now looking at the pair.

The red head adjusted himself to resume his notes. While he awaited Yuus’ response, he began to plan out what tea and snacks he should provide for their enviable study sessions for the week. It was their time together. At least 2 hours he could carve out of his schedule to be with his partner. He could help them in the way he knew the best while they could still enjoy one another's company.

His cheeks went a soft pink as he thought about the noticeable uptick in their partners grades as well as his own. It was impressive to see how quickly yuu had adjusted, not to mention how resilient they were to continue to study material so different then their homeland. And yet they still came to every study session with a smile. Their time full of laughter.

Riddle took a peek over to Yuu, his eyes widened a little to see a small note written on the top of their notebook.

"Are we meeting at your dorm at 5, as usual?"

The note taker gave him a cheeky grin before he rolled his eyes and gave a soft nod. His eyes went to Professor trein before he took out a pink notepad.

" As long as that still suits your schedule, then yes. I'll have tea and snacks prepared.*"

Yuu couldn't help the soft snicker they gave as The Riddle Rosehearts just wrote them a note in class. Oh how the one harsh queen has softened. Yuus' hands went back to their lap as they looked back at the textbook, slowly scanning along to find the part that was being read out loud. However, their mine began to wander. And they're hands began to fidget again. Not because they were on info overload, but because now they just wanted the classes to be over so they could just go hang out with Riddle. Yeah, studying was cool, but they were more motivated to bask in the quiet affections of the Queen of hearts.

The magicless student flinched as they looked down to see riddles black gloves over theirs. "If you can't keep still, then I'll help you." He fake huffed with a soft blush over his cheeks. He didn't want to admit it was distracting to see their hands constantly moving. But now he was even more distracted by his own actions as his heart thrummed in his ears. Oh, why can't the bell just ring already?

[a-wolfs-bad-moon-rising]

Are you there L.T.?

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Student!Reader

(Finals are coming up and I think nothing more than fluffy Ghost would help more than anything.)

(Fluffy fluff from the big man himself)

My eyes crack open and I stare up at my ceiling. Daylight floods in through my windows illuminating the room. I hear the soft hum of my heater trying to keep my apartment warm in contrast to the cold wind bustling outside.

I sit up on my elbows and blink bleary-eyed, scanning the room. It feels like I hadn't slept at all. I just wanted to take a nap. I haven't been sleeping well at night because it's exam week and I'm beyond stressed. I nibble my nail as the anxiety sits in and I reach for my phone. I pray that more time as past since I laid down for a nap.

The cushions under my legs sink in as I lean forward. I pick up my phone and tap the screen. I blink a few times before registering that I had only been asleep 10 minutes.

With a groan I toss my phone to the side and put my face in my hands. I squeeze my scalp, my fingers closing around strands of my hair and I breathe shakily.

I can't believe how much the stress is getting me. I will myself not to cry and an idea pops into my head. Maybe there's someone who could provide moral support. I look at my phone a moment before picking it up. I tap on a familiar app and scroll through. He may not even be on leave. He may be deployed somewhere. He almost might not care to talk his old teammate off the edge during something as trivial as exams.

But he was always a good guy. Someone I looked up too who provided comfort when I needed it. Worth a shot. Who is it? My old Lieutenant. Simon "Ghost" Riley.

I tap on his contact and send a message.

LT?

I wait a few moments aching for a reply before I realize it probably won't come. I get up and with a pop of my joints I head to my shower.

Behind the bathroom door, I open a closet and pull out a fluffy towel. I set it on the counter before picking through my closet for a change of clothes. I turn the knobs in my shower. A few squeaks and the water flows through the shower head. The water was cold at first, the temperature picking up a few minutes later. I watch the steam rise and I undress getting under the spray.

I spend a good amount of time decompressing and allowing the water to soothe my body. I had just lathered myself up with soap when I hear a ping from my phone. Almost breaking my neck jumping out of the shower, I haphazardly dry my hands off before picking up my phone and tapping the screen.

I smile seeing the ghost icon. Suds slide their way down my body but I pay no mind as I open the text

(Y/N).

Always a man of a few words.

Long time no see. Are you in the area by chance?

I am for now. What's on your mind?

I'm struggling with finals and the stress is getting to me. Can't sleep, any ideas?

You've been on countless missions with 141 and finals got your nerves going?

I freeze and sheepishly reply.

Yeah.....

I had left the military after my contract ended. I kept close contact with the other members. I'm particularly close with Soap. Price was always fatherly and Ghost, I leaned on him a lot inside and outside the military.

Want me to come by?

I smile and type out my response before I finish my shower.

I'd like that it'd be nice to catch up!

Once I finish cleaning, I towel off and get dressed. It'll take Ghost about half an hour to get to my apartment so I settle on making a snack as I wait for him.

A knock at my door has me rushing to open it. Standing there is Ghost. I'll be honest it took me a bit to get used to his face without the mask.

"LT!" I exclaim a little to enthusiastic.

He nods at me with a ghost (see what I did there?) of a smile.

"(Y/N)"

I smile and open my arms. He awkwardly does the same and I'm just happy he's indulging me. I lay against his chest and give him a squeeze. His smile subconsciously gets bigger and he holds me back.

I let him into my apartment and he looks around.

"So finals gettin ya frazzled?"

"Yeah.....I thought after the military nothing would stress me out but this....civilian life is worse."

"Ain't that the fuckin truth."

"I just can't wrap my head around this." I gesture to my textbook. "How the hell am I supposed to know the answer to....this?"

I show him a question in my book. His eyes barely scan it before he gives me an answer. I deadpan before looking it up.

"You did not fucking know that." He chuckles and leans towards me.

"Give me another." He says with a cocky grind. We go back and forth and he irritatingly gets ALL OF THEM. He even caught on when I was bullshitting and flicked me in the forehead.

"Ow!" I yelp

"Don't act like a brat jus because yer strugglin." He says simply. I grumble and rub my head as he laughs.

"Alright I'll help ya siddown." He says.

"No LT I can't take another second if studying."

"I said sit." I blush and comply sitting next to him as he picks up my book. I groan and he shoots me a look.

He goes back and forth with me explaining problems and helping me figure them out. Towards the end I finally start to get the hang of it. I answer the last question, the one that gave me the most trouble.

"Are you sure?" His unreadable eyes pierce me and I stress. I squeeze my hands and look at him.

"I'm sure." He looks at me blankly and I start to sweat.

"That's right." He says. I breathe a sigh of relief and fall against my cushions.

"Thank GOD!" Ghost chuckles at my enthusiasm.

"Atta girl I knew ya could do it." He says and I flush.

"Thanks LT you always did make things easier on me."

"Ah that was all you love. Jus needed a little help is all." He says and I blush.

He stands up, his massive frame towering over me and stretches.

"Well let me take ya out and we can get some dinner."

"Really?"

"Sure let's go. Don't tell Johnny, damn bastard always tryin to get a free meal out o me."

I giggle at the mention of Soap and I grab my jacket and gloves go layer up. I pull my boots on and brave the cold. I look at him and in confirmation. He opens my door and let's me out shutting it behind us. I lock my door and we start walking down the street.

We banter for a few minutes catching up on what the rest of the crew is doing. A snowflake melts on my neck and I shiver. Without a word Ghost takes off his scarf and wraps it around my neck. His hands brushing my hair and shoulders. Thank God the cold made my cheeks rosy already. We get to a bar and he opens the door for me. I stamp my feet out and we sit at the bar.

"What'll ya have?" He asks me. I give him my drink order and he orders for me. I sit next to him happily.

"When's your exam?" He asks me. I sigh.

"Tomorrow." I say. He nods.

"You'll be jus fine love." He gives me one of his rare Ghost smiles. We order food and keep talking about the good old days and how things are now. I realize how homesick I've been for the 141. I'm stuffing a French fry in my mouth when I hear a loud voice.

"Blood 'ell." Ghost sighs and I smile knowing what's got his nerves. I swivel in my chair and look at beautiful blue eyes. The Scotsman smiles at me.

"Soap!" I exclaim and hop off my chair. I jump up and hug him and he holds me back.

"Hey there lass. How ya been?" He asks me and I nuzzle his chest.

"Good Soap! I missed you!" He smiles and picks me up, a deep laugh rumbling from his chest.

"I missed ya too lass. What're you and the missus doin ere?"

I giggle

"He was helping me study for my exam tomorrow." Soap feigns hurt and looks at me.

"Oi why didn ya ask me fer help?. Instead ya ask our tightass oer there?" He says. I laugh and Ghost pipes up.

"Johnny you're a bloody sod." He says. Soap smiles at him and sits down.

"I am not go on quiz me. I'll be I get more right then you."

After a humbling experience, Soap settles to joking around with us and sharing my food. We watch the rugby game on the television and go back and forth talking. I sit happily between the two men and feel content being around two familiar people.

"Thank you guys. This has really helped."

"Always lassie."

"Anything for ya love."

Later on that night they walk me home. I walk in between them and the follow me all the way to my door. I undo the scarf Ghost gave me and hand it to him. Soap snatches it and wraps it stupidly around his head. Ghost shoots him a death glare but doesn't bother taking it back. Soap smiles cheerily at him.

He opens his arms to me and I hug the Scotsman tightly.

"Goodnight Soap. Thanks for being here."

"Always lass, treasure seein ya." He kisses my hand and I blush. I turn to Ghost. He carefully gives me a hug and Soap smirks at him.

"G'night love. Good luck on your exam t'morrow. You'll be jus fine."

I smile and let him go.

"Thanks LT."

They let me go inside and I crawl under my warm covers. I lay sleepily against my pillows and relax. I feel more content than I had in a while and I gently sleep.

The next morning I stand in front of my classroom. I grip the straps to my backpack tightly and shift from foot to foot. I try and calm my nerves. I was never the best test taker. I go to take a step when my phone goes off a bunch of times. Vibrations felt through my pocket as I get bombarded with messages. Wondering what the hell is up I open my screen and my heart melts. It's a group chat from the 141.

(Soap): Oi. Everyone wish (Y/N) good luck on her exam today. Not that the lass has to worry her pretty little head

(Price): Good luck love. You were an amazing soldier, you got this.

(Price): Get back to work Soap.

(Gaz): Ayeooo (Y/N) has finals? Knock em dead sweetheart!!! 🫶

(Konig): Gut luck Liebling

(Keegan): Showtime (Y/N) we got your back

(Roach): Good luck!

(Ghost): Good luck soldier.

I read the messages happily soon the chat turning on Soap and instead berating him. I giggle.

(Y/N): Thank you guys! I'll do you proud.

(Keegan): We know you will sweetheart. Soap was that you I saw walk by in that stupid scarf?

(Soap): Why yes it was

(Ghost): it's not stupid

(Price): I didn't know we were all jerkin off today. Let the girl take her test and get the fuck back to work.

(Soap): Aye sir

(Ghost): Roger

(Keegan): On it Capn

(Konig): I will get back to it

(Roach): I wasn't a part of this.

I laugh at the messages as they cease. My phone vibrates one more time and it's a separate message from Ghost.

(Ghost): Stop stressing. You've always been a bad test taker but you're more than capable. Kick ass today.

(Ghost): I'm proud of you

My heart melts at his words and I beam. He was always a man of few words but this meant the world. I take a breath and head into my class to take the final. My mood and confidence boosted knowing I have a whole army behind me.

~~~~~

(Soap): Wow I like it a lot!

(Wolf): Thanks me too!

(Soap): I like how you shamlessly added me in there.

(Wolf): *blushing* Soap you're basically my husband at this point of course I'm going to.

(Soap): *Rolls eyes* Shameless

(Ghost): You procrastinated studying to WRITE about studying?

(Wolf): Hell yeah I did. And it worked.

(Ghost): That makes no sense.

(Wolf): Yes it does shush.

(Soap): Lass no it doesn't.

(Wolf): *pouting*

(Ghost): Get the 'ell over ere and study!

(Wolf): B-but!

(Ghost): NOW!

[callsigncurse]

Offense & Defense - (Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x Reader)

[Part Two of the Agents of Chaos series]

A beach day meant to be spent on team bonding has Maverick hot under the collar. Sure, you're his soulmate, but how the hell is he supposed to compete with Jake "Hangman" Serensin, the much younger (than him) pilot who seems to have a soft spot for you? Or, the chapter where Maverick nearly loses you for good. Warnings: Shirtless, Jealous Maverick (which is, let's be honest, is downright deadly) mentions of a bodily injury (to the reader) Disclaimer: Some of these lines (the ones marked with an asterisk) are copied directly from the movie, but I do not claim them as my own! All rights belong to Paramount Pictures and the writers. Words: 3.3K ← part one

flying idiots gc

Captain: We are meeting at the beach today. Bring water and wear your civvies. I'll provide snacks. Chaos: 🫡 Hangman: Hell yeah Rooster: 👍🏻 Bob: Ok Phoenix: Weird, but alright. Fanboy: Whatever you say, man. Coyote: you had me at snacks Payback: Let's goooo Agent: I'll bring the sunscreen 💕 Hangman: lame 👎🏻 Agent: I will kick your ass, Ken Doll Captain: I'm surrounded by idiots.

The sun is beating down on you when you step around the Hard Deck. The sand is hot to the touch, but the ocean looks cool and inviting. It's a beautiful, sunny day, and it lifts your spirits a little. It had been a rough and stressful few days.

You briefly wonder where Maverick is, looking around the beach to see if you can spot him. You haven't seen him outside of Top Gun since the night he walked away from you. You're just about to start walking further down the beach to see if you can find him when your tattoo constricts tightly around your wrist, alerting you to his presence.

He's standing not even a foot away when you turn around. His aviators are perched on his perfect face, his expression completely unreadable. He's wearing a worn black t-shirt and dark blue jeans rolled up, and he looks good. Really good. 

"Hey." He finally offers. It's the most he's said directly to you in the days after you'd first met. The fact that he's been ignoring you for over a week has a hollow feeling growing in your chest, and you merely nod in greeting.

You squeeze your eyes shut for a moment before you huff out an exasperated sound and turn away from him. It's like he's trying to pretend that nothing has ever happened between the two of you, and it hurts. He'd turned his back on your connection, running away from what could be.

"Sweetheart, please." A shiver wracked down your spine at the sound of his voice, pleading with you. You want to turn around, you want to see his eyes, and you want more than anything to love him. But he doesn't want you; he's made that perfectly clear. You weren't good enough.

"Hey, now wait, don't-"

The sound of your friends startles you, but you don't turn around. You just set up your beach chair and wait for them to settle in, too. You can hear Josh all the way in the parking lot bickering with Phoenix over something you don't quite catch.

You'd told Josh about your string appearing a few days ago, right after Maverick had left you standing on the front porch of your little bungalow. He'd fallen silent, completely in shock, but had told you that he'd keep it to himself. You weren't ready for word to get out about your soulmate, especially not wanting to explain that he was completely rejecting the bond.

Hangman reaches you first; his green eyes warm when he smiles down at you. "Hey there, pretty girl. You come here often?"

A strangled sound reaches your ears, and you turn your head to see Maverick gulping down water while Phoenix pats him on the back. He sees you watching him and waves you off. "Went down the wrong pipe; I'm good."

Bob arrives next, surrounded by Payback and Fanboy, with Rooster trailing behind him. You watch as Bob strolls over and bumps Phoenix with his shoulder to alert her to his presence. It was nice to see them getting along; most of you had gotten pretty close in the last few days.

"Alright." Maverick's voice rang out, and everyone turned to face him. "Today, we're gonna play a little game I like to call Dogfight Football. Offense and defense at the same time. Two footballs, two teams, each trying to score as many touchdowns as possible."

The team breaks out into excited chatter, already arguing over who would be on whose team for the game. You briefly wonder why he's got you guys playing games when you only have so much time to train before the mission.

Maverick must've heard your thoughts because you suddenly felt his presence in your head again. He wasn't looking at you, but he was there all the same. It felt like his hands were cupping your face, his thumb smoothing along your cheekbone, just like he had the first night.

"Trust me, you guys need this. It'll be fun, I promise."

His honeyed voice soothes the frayed nerves that have made themselves known over the last few days. You practically purr at the sound of him in your head, but you push that away as quickly as it came on.

"Whatever you say, Captain Mitchell." You respond, and you feel him flinch at the use of his official title. You slam the mental block down quickly, and he flinches again, harder this time. Only you and Hangman seem to notice the captain's strange behavior.

"You good?" Jake's voice breaks through the noise as he sidles up beside you. He throws an arm around your shoulders as he smirks. "You're looking a little jumpy there. Afraid we're gonna run you into the ground, old man?"

You can't hear him, but you can feel him. Maverick is seething, his jaw tight, while he stares at Jake through his aviators. If looks could truly kill, Hangman would've been gone and buried by now. You can't tell if you're more worried about Jake or aroused by the sight of Maverick; he's really hot when he's angry. You're not sure what he's more pissed about—the way Jake is talking to you or the way he's got an arm wrapped around you.

"We'll see." Maverick finally speaks, with a sharp bite to his voice when he answers. He's calmer now, at least, and you push your presence into his mind. Experimentally, you whisper in his head, your voice soothing.

"Relax. This is supposed to be fun, remember? Don't let him get to you."

He visibly relaxes and shoots you a grateful, beautifully crooked smile.

You were prepared for the game, but you really weren't prepared for a very sweaty, very shirtless Pete Mitchell. He'd shed his shirt halfway through the game, leaving his tanned skin glistening in the sun. Your breath had left your lungs immediately, and you were so focused on how gorgeous he was that you didn't see Fanboy running full speed in your direction.

Hangman sees it all go down and swoops in as quickly as he can. He's fast on his feet and has you up in his arms just a split second before Fanboy was about to crash into you. You're breathless, looking up into those impossibly green eyes with a dazed look on your face.

"Hey, pretty girl." He greets you, a smile flashing over his lips as he adjusts you in his arms. Yours are slung around his neck, your legs wrapped around his waist, and you wonder what it would be like to just lean in and kiss Jake Seresin. At least he acted like he wanted you, even if he was a little bit of a player. (Or, so the rumors said.)

"Hey." You answer, one hand gliding gently through the soft, golden hair at the nape of his neck. "Thanks for saving me back there; I thought for sure I was gonna be a goner. Fanboy is heavier than he looks."

That draws a laugh out of him, and you're a little too into the way the sunlight gleams off of his golden hair and tanned skin. "You got it, doll." And then he's setting you down gently on the sand, but he doesn't move away.

"Seriously?"

You jolt, and Hangman looks at you with disappointment in his eyes when he sees the flash of your soulmate string against your skin. "Ah, shit. Did I overstep?"

"Tell him to let go of you. Please."

His voice is a low growl in your head. You're not sure where Maverick even is, but you're sure he's somewhere behind you. You can feel his eyes boring into your skin as you look up at Jake, your face burning with embarrassment. "I'm not sure why he's even mad; he's made it clear he doesn't want to be with me."

"Chaos."

"It's Maverick, isn't it?" He murmurs, still looking down at you with a look of disappointment. "He's giving me a look that's actually a little terrifying right now." He admits, and his hands slip off of your skin and into the pockets of his swim shorts.

You sigh. "Yeah, it is. Just don't tell anyone, okay? He already made it perfectly clear that I'm not what he wants, so it doesn't matter, anyway." You can hear the sadness in your own voice, and Jake just sighs.

"I'll keep your secret. Scout's honor. And he'll come around, pretty girl." He sets a hand on your shoulder, yanking you into him so he can give you a hug. "But if he doesn't, you're totally welcome to give me a call anytime."

You hear Maverick's frustrated growl in your head again, but this time you just shut him out.

By the next day, you're still angry with Maverick. This game of hot and cold with him is getting old, quickly. You couldn't even hang out with Jake without your soulmate (the one who was constantly saying he didn't want a relationship with you!) getting jealous and getting all growl-y in your ear.

Things are tense; no one has yet to complete the mission. Either Rooster was going too slow and holding you up, or Hangman was going too fast and fucking up the rest of his teammates. You were ready to strangle both of them, even if you loved them both.

"Agent, do you have a lock on the target?"

"Negative, this laser is bugging the fuck out. I've got dead-eye." 

You curse out loud, and then your soulmate, the one who has done nothing but piss you off for two days, 'shoots' you down. The fucker even tells you across the radio that you're dead.

*"Coyote, we're out. Maverick got us." You tell him, not even trying to hide how utterly annoyed you are at the captain. Sure, he's just training you to make sure you cover all possibilities, but still.

*"That's a fail, Coyote. Return to base." Maverick repeats, but Coyote's plane is rising even further into the sky. He's not saying anything in the comms and you're getting a little worried now.

*"Coyote? Level wings." Maverick orders over the comms, a panicked edge creeping into his voice. You're watching with bated breath as Coyote's plane starts to nose dive, and then he's free falling through the air.

"Mav, he's in G-Lock. You gotta get tone on him!" Your heartbeat is slamming against your chest, watching your friend's plane start to plummet straight toward the Earth. You knew if he didn't wake up, he was going to die as you watched, helpless.

Maverick's plane goes screaming towards him and you can hear him yelling Coyote's call sign over the comms. After what seems like a lifetime, at the last possible second, Coyote's plane levels out and he starts climbing back into the sky. You can't help but laugh, relieved to see that your friend was alright.

"I'm alright, I'm good." You can hear Coyote now, and you breathe out a long sigh of relief. That had been way too close for comfort, and your heart was still hammering in your chest.

"Good job, Mav." Your plane levels out next to his, giving him a thumbs up so he can see it.

"You did good, Chaos. The tone idea was brilliant."

There's maybe a moment more of calm before the next round of chaos begins. 

"Bird strike!"

*"Shit, Chaos. Climb!" The left engine is out, and you pull hard on your stick to climb higher into the sky. Agent's voice is panicked when he follows up with, "Left engine is on fire!"

*"Throttling back. Shutting off fuel. Extinguishing fire." You rattle off what you're doing, flipping switches and pushing buttons on autopilot. This is what you've trained for, you tell yourself. Stay calm, and everything will be fine.

*"We’re losing the right engine." Agent's sounding a little more panicked, and you take a deep breath. 

*"It’s still spinning. I’m gonna try to restart it." You flip the APU switch and push the right throttle forward. "APU on. Throttle up. Shit, nothing's happening." Okay, now you're starting to panic. It would really fucking suck if you had to bail out.

*"The right engine is out!" Agent says, and yeah, he's full on panicking now. "Chaos, I think this is it; I've got every warning light lit up back here." 

*"We lost hydraulics; I can't control it!" The stick is useless in your hands, and you're starting to lose complete control. You're spinning out, and yeah, this is really not good.

*"Eject! Eject!" Maverick is practically screaming over the radio, "Chaos, Agent, eject now!"

You grab the handle and pull, and you watch as the canopy flies off your plane backwards. You're launched into the air, and there's only a split second before you see Agent do the same.

It's almost peaceful, floating down with a parachute. But then the plane crashes into the mountainside and something metallic shoots toward you, and the last thing you remember is thinking, "Ow, that hurt." 

The next time you wake up, you know you're in a hospital. The room is stark white; there's a heart monitor next to you and an IV attached to your arm. By the look of the clock on the wall, you know it's well past midnight. You wonder if Agent is here too, and if he managed to land okay.

The next thing you notice is the feeling of someone holding your hand. You turn your head, and you are absolutely flabbergasted to find Captain Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, asleep in a chair that's been pulled up to your bedside, holding your hand.

You shift slightly, moving towards him, and you notice that his normally tan face looks pale. He looks like he hasn't slept in days, and his face looks swollen, like he's been crying. "Maverick?"

He twitches, but his eyes stay closed and his hand stays wrapped around yours. One more urgent whisper of his name, and those intense blue eyes of his slam open, and he looks at you like he's seen a ghost. "Oh, thank God." He leans forward, pressing his cheek against your joined hands, and breathes out a sigh of relief.

"What's going on?" Not that you mind that he's touching you or even that he's here, but you're beyond confused.

"Bird strike, you had to eject." He looks back at you, his other hand coming out to cup your hand in both of his. "Shrapnel came flying from your plane and hit you as you were coming down. Smacked you right in the chest. You were bleeding out pretty badly when they found you; you had landed hard and hit your head, too."

"Oh." You frown, reaching up with your free hand to touch the edges of the bandages on your chest. Now that he mentions it, it's throbbing uncomfortably. "What about Josh? Is he okay? How long was I out?"

"Agent is fine; he was treated for some light scrapes and bruising and released the next day. You've been asleep for three days. I've, uh, been here every night with you." He admits, and his eyes are still trained on your face. It's almost like he can't believe that you're awake and that you're okay.

"Shit, I've missed that much?" You struggle to sit up, but Maverick stands and gently pushes you back down onto the hospital bed. "Mav, c'mon, I gotta get out of here."

"No, you don't. Simpson has already released you from the mission." He tells you quietly, and your throat constricts. A chance of a lifetime mission, and you were completely out of commission. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, but you were hurt. You need to rest and heal."

You let out a wounded sound, angry at yourself for being in this position. Your plane was gone; you'd put Agent in danger, and now you were going to miss out on this special assignment. Things couldn't possibly get any worse than they are right now.

"Why are you even here?" That's the question that's nagging at you the most, and in your still-exhausted mind, you deserve an answer. "I didn't know you cared that much."

He looks taken aback, but his hands refuse to let go of yours. His eyes are trained on your face, and to your amazement, they're slowly filling up with tears. His lower lip was swollen from being constantly worried between his teeth, and in this moment, he looks almost delicate. Like he's about to break.

"I almost lost you," he whispers, and he sounds devastated. "I haven't even given us a fighting chance, and I almost lost you."

You turn as much as you can, staring at his face with wide eyes. The strongest man you'd ever met was breaking apart before your eyes, and you almost couldn't believe it. Did he really care that much?

"Of course I do." He swipes a hand at his eyes, catching the tears that had started to slip down his face. "I've never not cared. I'm just... Sweetheart, I'm no good at this. I've never been able to keep down a relationship; I have no kids of my own, and my only godson hates me."

You shift in your bed, moving as much to the side as you can before you pat the space beside you. "Lie down, Mav. You're exhausted; how long has it been since you slept?"

He looks like he's not going to do it for a split second, and then he seems to change his mind. He kicks off his boots and carefully climbs in, sliding his arm under you so you can lie on his chest. You're careful not to jostle yourself as you settle down.

"I care about you too, Mav." You tell him, your hand gently drawing patterns over his chest. "I knew the moment I first saw you that you would be everything to me, you know? And you denying us just... well, it hurt. I guess that's why I was letting Jake hit on me at the beach."

He makes a sound in his chest, and you can't help the exhausted giggle that slips out. "Easy, Pete. He's a great friend, and it won't happen again. Not unless you let me go for good."

"I won't." He answers without hesitation, and you tip your head back so you can see his face better. "I think this week has taught me that I care more about you than I thought. When I'm not training everyone, I'm here. I caused quite a stir the other night when they tried to get me to leave. Iceman had to call and make sure I got special clearance to stay with you at night."

Your heart thumps in your chest. "Hey, Pete?"

"Yeah?" He peeks down at you, his dark eyes studying you with that same intensity that always took your breath away.

"I really like you. And when I can get up and brush my teeth, I'm going to kiss you." Maybe it's the exhaustion you're feeling that's making you so bold, or maybe you're just drunk on the overwhelming affection you feel for him. "Because I really, really want to kiss you."

He stares at you for a solid moment, and then he carefully shuffles you so that he can lean down and press a sweet kiss to your forehead. And then he leaves one on your nose, and both of your cheeks. His lips graze yours, so softly that you can barely feel it. Regardless, your body lights up for him, and you meet his kiss with sweet affection.

"Get some sleep, sweetheart." He murmurs, brushing one last kiss against your lips. "I'll probably be gone when you wake up, but I'll be back before nightfall. I promise."

When you wake up the next morning, your bed is still warm from his body heat, and he's left a flower and a note for you where he'd been sleeping.

I'll be back soon. Don't miss me too much.

Love,

Mav.

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

Beach Day

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Janus doesn't like the beach, so he says.

Remus is determined to prove otherwise.

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| Ao3 |

Warnings: None

Pairings: Dukeceit

Word Count: 1037

Notes:

My second fic of the @tss-camp-and-coffee event!

"Dukeceit at the beach" - From @naminethewitch

This one was really fun, I don't have much experience writing Remus or this ship, so I'm not sure exactly how this came out. I like it personally and I hope you guys do too.

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As far as all of the sides knew, Janus wasn't a beach guy.

Remus was, and after a whole lot of persuading and a lot of bribery, he had finally managed to get Janus to agree to a beach date in the imagination.

It wasn't that Remus wanted Janus to be uncomfortable (well, sometimes it was fun, but not for a whole day when he wanted to actually have a good time with his boyfriend), it was more like he was hoping it would get Janus out of his comfort zone a little. He would accept Janus fondly indulging him as they walked through the imagination, Remus carrying a surfboard and a bulging beach bag in one hand and holding Janus' hand with the other as they walked across cliffs covered in low shrubs and heather bushes. Remus was grinning as he talked about how much fun they would have. They were even in Roman's side of the imagination for this particular date, so no risk of sea or sand monsters, per Janus' request.

A little boring, but fine. Janus was already hesitant about the beach itself, maybe adding beach critters would be a step too far just now. Maybe if it turned out Janus liked it they could take that step. But for now, they were approaching a little, picturesque cove that Roman had created for them. The water was teal and vibrant and the waves were perfect for surfing but not dangerous. Roman had made it perfect for them, of course he had. It wasn't even too hot, nor was it too cold, the temperature was perfect.

"You ready?" Remus asked, grinning over at his snakey boyfriend, who looked torn.

"As I'll ever be, I suppose," Janus said, before letting Remus lead him down the steep, slightly treacherous steps down the cliff side and onto the sand.

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They dropped their things near the centre of the beach. Remus was already dressed in swim shorts and an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt that Janus had called 'ghastly' when Remus had grabbed him from his room this morning, Remus knew Janus had meant it as a tease, but Remus was gladly taking it as a compliment.

Janus immediately fished his beach towel and the umbrella from the bag, laying out the towel for him to sit on and burying the umbrella in the sand to provide himself some shade. Remus plopped down next to him whilst Janus stripped off his outer layers, throwing in a crude comment that had Janus rolling his eyes as the shedding of his cloak and shirt revealed a black and yellow tank top and shorts. Remus was smirking in satisfaction - Janus had been prepared for this.

"Hell yeah, lookin' good," Remus grinned at him, "You wanna rub sunscreen on each other's backs?"

"No thank you," Janus said, before grabbing the sunscreen anyway, he wrinkled his nose, "Only so you don't get burned, don't make it weird."

"Yeah yeah," Remus rolled his eyes, wiggling his eyebrows when Janus told him to take his shirt off anyway and earning a playful glare in response.

Once they were both nice and protected against the sun, Remus tried to get Janus to join him in the sea to no avail. and when Remus returned from his venture into the water he found Janus napping, splayed out in the sunshine like he was basking.

Remus snorted, looking down at his snake basking in the sun. Remus allowed Janus a few more moments of looking peacefully adorable whilst Remus summoned himself a snack and some water before he decided to enact his Evil Plan™.

He was very lucky Janus was a heavy sleeper as he carefully removed the towel from underneath him and began to bury Janus in the sand - up to his neck, he didn't actually want to kill his boyfriend, after all.

Remus had finished burying him far too fast, honestly, and then set about making an entire sand fortress that he'd hopefully be able to persuade Janus to destroy with him when he finally woke up.

When he did, Remus was alerted to it when he heard a displeased grumble.

"Remus?" Janus asked, shifting a little in the mound of sand he was buried in. Remus bounded over immediately standing over Janus and looking down at him.

"Yeah snakey?" Remus asked, trying to keep his face looking innocent, like he hadn't done anything wrong at all.

"I... was going to be annoyed at you for this," Janus huffed, wiggling again, "But the sand actually feelis quite nice on my scales."

he looked annoyed at the fact that he was actually enjoying Remus' prank, which had him bursting out with laughter.

"Awee - I can make you a sand bath you can dig around in like a snake back in your room," Remus giggled, "But! For now! I have a fortress for us to pretend to be giant super villains and destroy! If you want?"

"i would love to, darling, but right now I find myself rather trapped," Janus pointed out. raising an eyebrow at him. Remus giggled and knelt down to dig Janus out, pulling him up once his hands were free.

"Oh wow, you certainly outdid yourself on the fortress," Janus chuckled seeing Remus' miniature sand fortress - which looked more like a sprawling city. He was just so excited to crush it. They shared a look, and began to stomp all over the sand structures. Janus ended up laughing at the end of the ordeal, which really was better than any destruction. He loved that Janus was actually enjoying himself.

By the time Remus' sand creation had blended back into the beach, both of them were laughing and out of breath.

"Eugh," Janus said, still huckling as he brushed sand off of himself, "I know I refused the sea earlier, but I'd love to get all of this sand off of my clothes, if you'd be willing to let me reconsider?"

"Uh, of course!" Remus said, rolling his eyes as he dragged Janus off towards the sea with a hand, "C'mon!"

As they spent the rest of the day playing together in the sand and water, Remus couldn't help but think that the beach date was successful.

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Tags: @full-of-roman-angst-trash @your-local-random-dino @cutebisexualmess@glacierruler@roseianxiety @bella-bugatti-frogetti-baguetti @scalesfeathersnfur @oatmealdaydreams @littlerat2 @goldnskyart @virgeandhis-pocket-protector @amateurmasksmith (if anyone wants to be added, let me know!

[thezombieprostitute]

Tech Tuesday: Jake Jensen

Summary: Jake knows he's the luckiest man in the world and it's all because of you.

A/N: Reader is female. No physical descriptors used.

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"Y' see, Jake, a lot o' people in this department ain't exactly friendly to others," Sy tells him. "In fact, it can be difficult for me an' Pine to assign anyone to tickets that require interacting with others."

Jake nods, a little nervously. "IT generally doesn't draw the most charismatic people."

"Which is a damn shame because, more and more, it requires some decent people skills," Sy agrees. "That's why Pine an' I were thinking of giving you a promotion." Jake's eyes go wide with shock. "The way things are right now, we assign tickets kinda randomly. We're interested in putting you in charge of the tickets. You'd be takin' on a lot more of the people focused work, the level 1 support, and the others'd be pickin' up more of your programming work. But since we all know workin' with people can be a pain, Pine's made sure to negotiate some more money into our budget for you. If you want the job."

"By 'in charge of tickets' do you mean I'd be taking them all on?"

"No, no, no," Sy assures. "Just that you'd be making them your priority. And you'd be assigning the level 2 and 3 support tickets around the department as you see fit."

"Won't that cut into your work?"

Syverson laughs at that. "Given how much o' my day is puttin' out fires caused by one of ours bein' rude to others in the building, yeah. But that just gives me more time for actually managing y'all, keepin' us up-to-date on projects, security measures and other stuff."

Jake thinks for a moment. "Does this mean I'll also be responsible for Lloyd's complaints about not getting Maestro assigned to his tickets?"

"He has eased up on that," Sy counters. "But yes."

"But this promotion gives me the authority to handle him, right?"

"That's correct."

Jake nods. "I'm in. Thanks so much for this!"

It had taken forever to get the twins to sleep for their afternoon naps. Leia couldn't stop fidgeting, at least until you gave her the Charmander stuffie to hold as you rocked them. But then Luke wanted his Bulbasaur and you ended up with overfull arms. Some days you're surprised your own biceps aren't as big as Jake's!

Jake's performance review was today and you wanted to make sure to cook up his favorite foods. You'd already sent some of his favorite snacks to work with him. You chuckle thinking about how quickly he can down a bottle of Mountain Dew. The bag of gummy worms to go with the meatball sub were, hopefully, a nice surprise for him. Generally all the sweets in the apartment were homemade but you know how much of a comfort gummy worms can be for him.

And after all Jake has done for you, for the twins, how could not comfort him? Be there for him? Jake never once talked down to you. Never made you feel like your hobbies or interests were a waste of time. He always made sure you felt loved and appreciated. You'd been together for so many years but you still giggle like a teenager whenever you think of him. And you know he does the same. Heck, you giggle as you think of him blushing pink and smiling as he thinks about you.

He's been working so hard to make sure you and the twins were provided for. The budget was sometimes tight but Jake made enough and your commissions were a good supplement. It just made sense for your little family to have a stay-at-home parent. Childcare costs for twins could be rough. But you got more creative with recipes, clothing, toys; your families were happy to help with a lot of the baby supplies; all of it resulting in all of you being able to live a nice, modest but incredibly happy life.

As the twins nap you get to work on the 5-cheese mac you know Jake loves. You're positive his performance review will go well, but it doesn't hurt to have a comfort food ready for him when he gets home.

Jake was practically bursting with excitement when he came home. As soon as he walked through the door the twins held out their hands, smiling, "Dada! Dada!" It always made his heart melt that they looked forward to his coming home. He picked them both up and spun, making them squeal with laughter. He takes a deep breath and knows what you're cooking up for dinner, making him smile even more. He's almost tearing up from how loved he feels.

"Dinner's just about ready," you call from the kitchen.

Jake looks to Luke and Leia, "you ready for dinner? Smells like Mama cooked up some really good food for us!" They both start chattering and laughing as Jake dances them over to their highchairs and gets them settled in. He joins you in the kitchen to help you carry things out and greets you with a big kiss.

"I take it the review went well?"

He starts visibly shaking with excitement, "so well! Let's get dinner started and I'll tell you!"

"Tease!" you smile at him as the two of you take things out to the table, making him laugh. Seeing him laugh causes the twins to renew their laughing and your heart warms all the more for it.

You and Jake alternate dishing out the food for yourselves and the twins. Even though it's certainly cooled down, Luke still holds out his spoon of mac and cheese for you to blow on it. Meanwhile Jake is helping to portion control Leia's ketchup for her chicken nuggets. Both of you are certain she'd drink the ketchup if left unattended so you've developed a system of adding a little dollop to each one as she's eating. Sometimes Jake thinks she views it as a game to play and he hopes she never grows out of it.

After the twins are sated a bit, you and Jake can finally dig in to your own plates. Jake gives all the appreciative moans he knows make you smile. It helps that your cooking is genuinely so damn delicious.

"Now will you finally tell me how the review went?"

"I'm getting a promotion!"

You squeal with happiness, causing a chain reaction with the twins. "A promotion! That's so wonderful! So well deserved!"

Jake blushes, "thank you, Sunshine. And it even comes with a pay raise! I think, after a few months, we can start looking at getting a bigger place!"

"Oh, Jakey! That's so wonderful! I really feel like we should celebrate!"

"I can think of a few ways to celebrate," Jake says, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Definitely," you confirm with a giggle as heat rushes to your face. "I'm also thinking we should do a gaming night."

Jake's eyes go wide, "yes, please! Oh that would be so amazing! Not as amazing as you, but still amazing. God I love you so much, Sunshine! You're the best thing to ever happen to me---"

"I feel the same about you, Jakey," you say softly.

Next

Tech Tuesdays Masterlist

Tagging: @alicedopey; @delicatebarness; @ellethespaceunicorn; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory;

@late-to-the-party-81; @lokislady82; @ronearoundblindly; @thiquefunlover63

[nina-ya]

Hello!!! AAA okokok hear me out,

some wholesome and protective Marco X reader where the reader gets distracted and cuts her finger cooking.

With the prompts:

42- “Darling I love you and all, but please step out of the kitchen.”

46- “You’re hurt. Please just let heal it.”

Your writing is amazing <3!!!

A/N: RAINNNNNN AAAAA I am being dragged down into the Marco trenches because of you I swear thank you so much for requesting I really had a lot of fun with this!! <3<3 The prompts came from here!! Pairing: Marco X Reader CW: Mentions of slicing a finger and stitches. WC: 733 In the middle of the night, you found yourself sneaking into the kitchen, a craving compelling you to whip up a midnight snack. The soft glow of the kitchen lights encompassed the room as you gathered ingredients.

The calmness you were experiencing was shattered by an unexpected noise coming from beyond the kitchen walls. Startled, you turned your attention away for a moment, a misstep that led to the knife in your hand slipping. You softly gasped as the blade met flesh, and a searing pain shot through your finger. The knife fell from your grasp, clattering against the kitchen tiles.

Luckily, the source of the noise turned out to be none other than Marco. His concerned gaze fixed on you as he approached.

"Whoa, hey, what happened?" he asked, his voice reassuring as he closed the distance between you two.

Wincing, you grasped your injured hand, blood welling up from the cut. "I was just making a snack, and I... I cut myself," you explained, your voice laced with pain.

Marco's gentle touch cradled your injured hand, concern etched across his features as he inspected the cut. He empathetically grimaced as his experienced eyes analyzed the wound.

"This is quite the cut you've gotten yourself," he says. Leaning in, he examines the wound more closely. "Hmm, yeah, it's pretty deep. Come on, let's get out of here so I can get you stitched up."

You quickly try to dismiss his concerns. "No, it's fine, really! I can just finish this up here, and I'll be back to bed soon," you insist, attempting to downplay the severity of the injury.

A sigh escapes Marco, disappointment clouding his gaze as he insists, "Darling, I love you and all, but please step out of the kitchen."

"If you loved me, you'd tell me this is just a scratch and let me be," you retort.

However, Marco's expression remains flat, his gaze unwavering. After a brief, silent standoff, you finally back down. "Okay, okay, fine," you concede, stepping out of the kitchen with Marco in tow behind you. 

After successfully coaxing you out of the kitchen, Marco leads you to a more comfortable spot to tend to your injury. He settles you down on a chair as he retrieves a first aid kit.

"This is really unnecessary, Marco," you insist, holding onto your stubbornness. "Just some gauze will do. I don't need stitches."

He glances at you, an amusement in his eyes as he responds, "I've seen my fair share of wounds. Trust me, this needs stitches."

You scoff, folding your arms in defiance. "It's just a little cut. Gauze will be fine. No need to make a big deal out of it."

Marco, however, remains unfazed by your attempts to downplay the situation. "You're hurt. Please just let me heal it," he insists, a gentle insistence  present in your voice. He approaches you with a sterile needle and thread, ready to mend the wound with the care only a skilled doctor and a loving partner can provide.

As Marco preps the needle and thread, you persist in your attempts to avoid the inevitable. "Marco, seriously, this is overkill. I've had worse, trust me," you argue, trying to reason with him.

He glances up, meeting your gaze with a soft smile. "I know you're tough, but that doesn't mean you have to endure unnecessary pain. Let me take care of you."

You roll your eyes, though a small grin betrays your annoyance. "You just like playing doctor, don't you?"

Marco chuckles, "Maybe I do."

His words soften your resistance, but you still play the stubborn card. "I'm telling you, I've survived worse without stitches."

He raises an eyebrow, "Survived, yes. But you're not just anyone. You're my person, and I want you in one piece."

You concede with a deep sigh. "Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you when you find out it was unnecessary."

His laughter fills the room. "I'll take that risk," He says as he starts to stitch up your wound. He lovingly lectures you about not using knives in the middle of the night, all while his skilled hands patches you up. Deep down inside, though, the both of you know that you're probably going to be in this position once more in due time, and yet he will gladly be there for you to patch up every bump and bruise.

[unpopularwriter25]

Unexpected Charms: Flirting with Oikawa

Y/N sat on the couch with her friend Hana, when her phone dinged. Hana had given Oikawa her number and now he was texting her non-stop. Y/N checked her phone and let out a deep sigh. Hana, already knowing who it was, asked, "What's it say?"

Y/N showed her the phone. Oikawa had sent: *"Missing your beautiful face already. When can I see you again? ❤️"*

Hana laughed, "He's really laying it on thick, isn't he?"

Y/N rolled her eyes. *Ding.* She glanced down at her phone again. Another message from Oikawa: *"I bet you're even more gorgeous when you're annoyed. 😘"*

Y/N responded with a simple, *"Leave me alone ❤️"*, and stood up. "I'm gonna grab a snack."

She headed into the kitchen. *Ding.* Hana's curiosity got the best of her. "Can I read it?"

Y/N nodded, "Go for it."

Hana picked up the phone and read out loud, *"You can try to ignore me, but I'll just keep reminding you how amazing you are. 😏"*

Hana smirked and, glancing up at Y/N who was distracted, sent Oikawa a picture of one of the selfies Y/N had recently taken.

Y/N walked back over and sat down beside her. She took the phone, her eyes widening at the picture. "Hana!"

Hana had attached a message with it: *"Here's a little something to hold you over. 😉"*

Y/N quickly texted back, *"That was not meant for you. Hana sent it without me knowing. Delete it."*

*Ding.* Oikawa replied, along with a screenshot showing he had made the selfie his screensaver: *"Too late, it's already making my day better. Thanks for the beautiful view. 😘"*

Y/N blushed slightly at the picture. She texted back, *"Delete it. That's so embarrassing. Oikawa, I'm so serious. Delete it."*

*Ding.* His flirty response came: *"Why would I delete such perfection? Now you can have your man as your wallpaper too. 😏"* He sent a selfie of himself, looking effortlessly handsome.

Y/N blushed furiously and responded with, *"You're not my man."*

*Ding.* Another message from Oikawa: *"Not yet, but I will be. 😉"*

Y/N groaned, finally responding back with, *"One date. Okay? One."*

*Ding.* Oikawa's message was instant: *"That's all I need to make you fall for me. Get ready to be swept off your feet, beautiful. ❤️"*

Y/N sighed, looking at Hana. "I can't believe you did that."

Hana laughed, "Come on, admit it, he's kind of charming."

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress a small smile. "Maybe a little."

They both laughed, the tension easing as the evening light filtered through the living room window, casting a warm glow over the cozy space. The chatter of distant birds outside and the faint hum of the city provided a comforting backdrop to their conversation.

"So, where do you think he'll take you?" Hana asked, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.

Y/N shrugged, "Knowing Oikawa, probably somewhere extravagant. He seems like the type to go all out."

Hana grinned, "You better pick out something nice to wear, then."

Y/N nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Yeah, I guess I better."

[dozing-composing]

Hello, could You do some headcanons of brock and the ventures Celebrating Christmas with Y/N ​​and the Brock Quads(brock and y/n as a couple)

Christmas With The Ventures? Uh, Yeah!! And Forgive Me If I Misread This, But I Assume You're Requesting With Brock and The Reader's Quads And Not Just Brock, Reader, And The Boys. If Not, Let Me Know And I'll Redo This! Also, Merry Christmas To Those Who Celebrate!

ᴀʟʟ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴄʜʀɪꜱᴛᴍᴀꜱ ɪꜱ ʏᴏᴜ...

✦ The boys were so excited to hear that you were coming over for Christmas that they decorated the entire house. They even wore their best Christmas attire: ugly sweaters! ✦ They even managed to get Brock and their dad to wear some. It kinda confused you a little when Brock sent you a text saying "get the kids something ugly to wear, you too." ✦ Dr. Orpheus was also in on it. He provided most of the snacks like he always does. ✦ Brock hangs a few mistletoes in hidden places so he could surprise you and snag a kiss before you could figure out what was going on. ✦ Everyone also anticipates the quads coming over. Rusty is absolutely dreading it. But Brock reassures him that everything will be under control and they will be on their best behavior. ✦ When you arrive, Brock is already giving you a hand with the kids, gifts, and whatever else you brought. ✦ Three kids immediately go play with Uncle Hank. He does the thing Brock does where he lets them hang off his arms while he flexes. The last one is with Uncle Dean, who likes to read with him. ✦ It gives you and Brock a second to be together, simply relishing it. But then it's game time! You can tell Hank was the one to coordinate everything, but everyone does have fun, nonetheless. ✦ Then comes the age-old tradition of the Venture Christmas story time. And for Brock to dress up for the kids. When it's over and Brock comes out in his Santa suit (and you hold your laughter in), the kids eat it up. They believe it's actually Santa and ask him all sorts of questions. ⤷ "Santa, why are you tall?" "Santa, I thought you were supposed to be fat???" "Santa-" "ALRIGHT- It's time for me to.. deliver presents to other kids." ✦ When he leaves to get changed back into his normal clothes, the kids rush up to you and exclaim what they saw all at once. It honestly warms your heart. ✦ And when their dad comes back they do the same to him. He goes along with it! Saying there's now way and how could he miss it? He had to run to the restroom. He guesses he should've held it in for a few more minutes. ✦ About those mistletoes, Brock does pull you in for a kiss and then points them out to you, earning him a playful slap to the chest. ✦ And at the end of it all, you take one great big family photo with the Ventures and everyone else that was there. Looking back at it, you've never seen Brock smile so genuinely in photos...until this one.

[ijustluvvoltageguys]

Girls Sleepover Party

MC, Sherry, and Letty still feel like the picnic was not enough time for them to hangout so they decided that they would extend it to be a sleepover party instead. (15+)

- PICNIC -

Sherry : *sigh* I really wish our tea party doesn't end. I still wish more time to hang out with just us girls. But it's almost time to head back. If not, we'll miss our curfew.

MC : I agree, Toa is scary when it comes to curfews.

Violet : That curfew doesn't apply for me. But if you're still scared of Toa, I can always bribe him with sweets.

Sherry : True, but what's the fun in that? I mean hanging out on school grounds is not fun. We could only have the lounge but it sucks. I mean we can ask my brother to use the S Rank's lounge but it's still a public space. Do you get what I mean?

MC : Yeah, I do. It's understandable. If being in a public space is your concern, why don't we just have a sleepover?

Violet : That sounds amazing! We could talk about the most recent gossips, our love life, or maybe about that one book I found at the library.

Sherry : You mean THAT book? not going to lie, it's going to be interesting.

MC : What book? I think I'm missing out on something here...

Sherry : Oh, you'll see.

Violet : But where will we be staying for our sleepover? I don't want to sound like I don't want to have a sleepover in my dorm but you know how it is.

MC : It's okay Letty, we get it. I mean, I guess that leaves to my room and Sherry's. I don't mind having a sleepover at my room though. The room the headmaster gave me is pretty cozy.

Violet : I agree, yours is cozy indeed but we need to consider about the space of our room. Will the room accommodate us or not. Your room is cozy but I don't think it will fit all of us. But I know whose room can. Sherry's room is huge!

Sherry : It is huge indeed, but currently it's still trashed with trinkets and clothes.

MC : So I guess, my place it is. Please come in my room with your pajamas. I'll provide as much amenities as I can. Just knock on my door if you're ready!

- MC's room -

*a knock was heard. MC opened the door to see Sherry. She greeted Sherry and gave her some cute slippers and some snacks for their sleepover. But there are still no signs of Letty*

MC : Sherry, have you seen Letty?

Sherry : That's odd. I haven't seen here and Letty is not the type that is late. Maybe she had something going on? I heard Fenn called her to talk about something for like a Luxure state affair.

MC : I see. I was worried but hearing that makes me a little less worried. While waiting for Letty, should we try to do something? Maybe try to embroider something?

Sherry : Boring! Why don't we talk about guys? You've been close with Rio lately. What is up with that?

MC : Stop it. We're just friends, Sherry. And stop shipping me and setting me up!

*suddenly there was a knock on the door. Turns out it was Letty. She finally arrived after needing to sort out documents for Fenn.*

Violet : Did you guys start the conversation without me? Oh, I am terribly offended.

MC : we didn't mean to left you out.

Violet : Anyways, what were you guys talking about?

Sherry : Guys, obviously.

Violet : Oooo... What about them? Were there any potential suitors?

Sherry : Maybe... I mean I noticed how MC is so close with Rio these days but she denied it. She always denies everything about being in a relationship. It's like she's avoiding them like a plague

MC : I'm not. I just think of Rio as a younger brother and most guys in this academy is just not my type. Imagine being with Guy Avari. I would be dread being alive.

Violet : True, some of the princes here sucks. I mean Guy is still a steal compared to Fenn.

Sherry : But you know which prince doesn't suck? My brother. Why don't you try it out with him, MC? I mean you guys would be a match! And as a bonus, we can be sisters!

MC : It's not like I had something with him, Sherry. He's a nice guy but that's the point. Roy is YOUR BROTHER. So what if one day we're going to have a girl talk? and maybe that girl talk is more sexual? So what am I going to do? It is going to be weird to talk about my sexual relationships to someone's sister!

Violet : You really got a point there.

Sherry : But he's such a nice gentlemen. Isn't he your type too? You guys would make a great couple. Besides, I don't mind hearing you talking about your sexual relationships if you're with my brother.

MC : Even though it's not awkward for you, it's awkward for me.

Sherry : Well that's such a pity. But if one day you're up for it, just tell me. I'll set you guys up on a date.

Violet : talking about dates, I had a date 2 days ago and he sucked. I swear I just wanna scream "You can go suck your own dick!" at the end of the date.

Sherry : Oh my! what did he do?

Violet : So we ended our date when he wanted to go for a test ride on how we'll do on the sheets. Generally, it's not really a bad thing and usually I do agree but the way he's saying in that conversation makes it sound like he just expects me to just have sex with him while he just doesn't care about my pleasure at all. He just cares about his own pleasure and he was such a jerk too!

Sherry : Oh my! So what did you do afterwards?

Violet : of course I smacked some sense to his head and left.

MC : As you should.

Violet : And guess what, I heard he can't even get women in the mood properly. I think he really needs some lesson from Fenn or maybe THAT book.

Sherry : I agree!

MC : What book?

Sherry : So, we found a pretty interesting book about love making and pleasure 101. It was ground breaking. literally.

Violet : it's the kama sutra of books. but make it spicy, hot and passionate. I brought the book, you should really see it so you could see what I mean.

Sherry : I can guarantee that it's worth it to read it.

MC : Sometimes I wonder how you act like this and you know this much stuff, Sherry. As long as I know, you never have a paramour. I mean it's not a surprise if it's Letty but you, Sherry?

Sherry : I mean, we're all adults so I don't see the problem here. And sometimes it's good to have some research so when you do experience it, you're already a master. I mean take a look at my brother. That book literally raised him and elevated him to become a true man.

Violet : sometimes I wonder how did you know that too, Sherry.

Sherry : sometimes a girl needs to keep her secrets

(note : well that's it. I will make another chapter about the girls reading and discussing about the book. maybe I should make it shorter? I mean I'm still new to this so please give me feedbacks. thank you)

[the-trashiest-of-the-trash]

The Great Mammon's Protector

I wrote this in one sitting so I'll edit it later lol I'm in a Mammon kind of mood apparently, so enjoy this small little oneshot. I don't usually write for Mammon either so this is some practice!

Pairing: Mammon x GN!Reader

Word Count: 527 words

Trigger Warnings: None really, just some vague descriptions of a horror movie

Summary: You bring Mammon to the human realm to see a horror movie

Masterlist | More Obey me content

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You knew that Mammon didn't do well with horror movies. As much as he tried to put on a brave face, he always ended up tucked into your side, peering cautiously at the screen from behind your arm. Not that you minded, of course. You thought it was cute.

You were indifferent toward most horror movies, but your favourite actor was starring in one back in the human realm. You showed Mammon a picture of the poster, telling him how desperately you wanted to see it, your excitement rubbing off on him.

"I'll go with ya!" he said with a bright smile, "We'll make a day of it."

"Are you sure, Mammon?" You asked, "I mean, I'd love for you to tag along but you don't do well with horror movies..."

He waved away your concerns with a scoff. "A movie from the human realm has nothing on the Great Mammon." he said, "Besides, you need someone to protect ya! And who better than me?"

You shook your head with a fond smile. "Alright, but don't say I didn't warn you." you said, taking out your phone and booking two tickets.

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The two of you arrived at a theatre in your hometown. Once you bought your snacks, you went to find your seats. But you noticed that Mammon was fidgeting in his seat nervously.

You leaned over toward him, "Are you okay?"

"Yup, definitely."

You gave him one last look before the lights dimmed and the movie began.

Everything was okay during the beginning of the movie. It was when the main character, played by your favourite actor, had their back turned to a dark room while a demon peered at them that Mammon gripped your hand.

You gave his hand a squeeze, hoping to provide him some comfort. He was fine for a little longer, his thumb stroking the back of your hand.

The music tensed, rising in pitch as the camera lingered down a dark hallway, before there was an admittedly rather corny jumpscare. The demon jumping out in front of the main character, teeth stained red with the blood of previous victims.

Mammon yelped, tucking himself into a ball, wrapping his arm around yours before he took your hand again. You leaned over to rest your cheek on the top of his head, his hair tickling your nose.

He seemed to relax with your touch. He made it through the last bit of jumpscares and close calls with small jumps, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

Your heart swelled in your chest, touched that he trusted you so much to seek your comfort when he was afraid.

And finally, when the movie was over, you gave him a kiss on the head. "See, that wasn't so bad." you said.

"Yeah, definitely wasn't scary." Mammon said, trying to come across as nonchalant as possible.

"I guess it wasn't me who needed protecting huh?" You teased, nudging his side with your elbow.

No matter how much he denied it, there was a faint blush on his cheeks. You relented eventually, not before proudly declaring yourself as the Great Mammon's protector.