#I'm sorry I love Dove but I have goals to achieve

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In-law and sister dearie went to dine out the exact same moment Edith was in a date. And they sat behind her. Questionable, if you ask me.

Anyway, it was the perfect opportunity to make Antoine jealous. Teehee-

✅ Get caught cheating (6/10)*

*Something happened and the aspiration counter stopped counting (?), so you'll have to believe me. Plus, I don't have enough screenshots.

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Heyyyy so i was hoping maybe you could write some james or poly marauders x fem reader with really intense ocd and compulsions? Ive just been struggling lately and i feel like the boys might help. If not its totally fine i understand certain things are hard to write! Youre doing great! Much love ���

Hi, thank you for requesting angel!

cw: depictions of ocd, specifically hand washing compulsions and obsessive thoughts/seeking reassurance, I know ocd is different for every person and I'm not sure what constitutes "intense" for you or anyone else but I based this on some of the experiences of someone I know with ocd so I hope it's alright <3

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“You’re getting hands like an old woman’s,” Sirius chides, taking his time as he smooths lotion into the crevices of your palm and the spaces between your fingers. You’re facing each other on the couch, your legs crossed underneath you while Remus reads in the armchair beside. “You’re going to be looking like my old bird soon.”

“Mean,” you murmur teasingly, doing your best to ignore the growing anxiety in your chest. 

“I’ve never said I didn’t like older women,” he hums. You laugh, and Sirius grins, his goal achieved. “You’re still gorgeous, all of you.” 

You want to be flattered, but your heart twinges in distress when he lifts your moisturized fingers to his mouth, kissing your knuckles. 

“What?” Sirius asks, though you can tell by his face that he has a sense of what you’re thinking—that you know, you know, you’ve only just washed your hands, but you’re terrified now he’s going to catch something because of you. “I can kiss my girl, can’t I?” He keeps his voice light, but his eyes are soft. “Can I?”

You nod, shoving the worst of your worries down as Sirius leans closer. He presses a pillowy soft kiss to your lips. 

“Everything’s just fine,” he murmurs. “I love you, you know that?” 

You try to let your thoughts go all soft and melty, but they keep solidifying, crystal clear and insistent and at the very front of your consciousness. 

“I love you, too,” you tell him. “Um, Sirius?” 

“Yeah, sweetness.” 

“Did you wash your hands when you came home yesterday?” 

Sirius hesitates. 

You hear a quiet rustling, and look over to see Remus lowering his book. “Dove,” he says, “we agreed we’d only reassure you the first time you asked. Sirius already answered your question yesterday.” 

“I know.” You look down at your hands. “Sorry, I’m just not sure if I’m remembering it right. You did, right?” 

“You don’t have to be sorry,” Remus says gently, again avoiding giving you an answer. “We just don’t want to make things worse for you.” 

You push out a breath. “Yeah. I’m sorry,” you tell Sirius, “I trust you.” 

The tension melts from his expression. He tsks at you, bumping your knee with his. “Would you stop that? What’d he just say?” Your lips give a little tug, and Sirius gives you a soft look. “I know you do, gorgeous. It’s not really you talking, is it?” 

He means your disorder. Sirius likes to talk about it the same way he talks about Remus’ pain, as though they’re things separate from you that just like to loiter around and bully his loved ones. It’s comforting, knowing he never holds your compulsions against you because he doesn’t think of them as you at all. You try to give him a better smile, but Sirius sees right through it. Gray eyes narrow on yours. 

“What is it?” 

“I feel like I need to wash them again,” you confess. 

He frowns, lips pulling to one side. “You don’t, though, baby.” 

“I know,” you say, agonized. 

“Try not to, okay?” 

“It’s hurting you to do it so often, sweetheart,” Remus reasons. “Don’t your hands feel raw?” 

“Yeah,” you murmur. But the feeling of griminess is worse. You tuck your lip between your teeth, face hot with emotion and shame. 

“Take a breath.” Remus’ voice is soothing. “We’re all okay, aren’t we? Everything’s going to be fine.” 

“How do you know?” you ask, your frustration with yourself spilling over into frustration with your boyfriends. 

“Hey.” Sirius’ tone isn’t chastising but imploring. He smooths his hands over yours, and you manage not to pull them away for fear of contaminating him. “What if we have a hug instead, yeah?” 

You take the offer, feeling conflicted and all wrong but desperate for comfort. You’re extremely conscious of his hands where they come to rest on your lower and mid back and yours so near his face where your arms are wrapped around his neck, but Sirius somehow knows what you need, squeezing you tight until the worst of your worries squish out of you. They’re eclipsed by the feeling of being cared for.

“I know, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “I know this is hard for you, but we’re only trying to help. You know we love you, right?” 

You breathe out. “Yeah.” 

Sirius gives you a little squeeze, teasing now. “You sure? It doesn’t feel like you do. Remus, do you think she gets it?” 

“I think she might know that we love her,” Remus says placidly, turning his page, “but likely not how much.” 

“Mm. Hear that?” One hand sneaks to your side, and the next squeeze makes you gasp out a laugh, ticklish. “You don’t get it.” 

“No, I do! I do!” 

“S’not your fault, dove.” Remus is watching you from the corner of his eye, smiling faintly. “It’s more love than most people could conceptualize.” 

“Oh.” You’re giggling now. “So you guys are just extra special? I love you way more than—ah!”

“Cruel, unfounded claims,” Sirius accuses, digging his clever fingers into your side. 

You reach for his hand, but you’re too weak with laughter to wrestle it away. “You don’t even know what I was going to say!”

“Couldn’t let you finish,” he says simply. “Sounded like the beginnings of blasphemy.” 

“Good lord,” says James. You didn’t hear him come in, but he’s sweaty and breathing hard from having just finished his run. “By the screaming coming from in here I thought we were under attack.” 

“What would you have done if we were?” Remus asks curiously. 

“Well, I…I was running in here to see what happened. I’d have fought them off, I suppose.” 

Remus smiles down at his book, and Sirius pats James’ midsection fondly. “Good thing it’s never come to that, darling.” 

James stares at him. “And how am I meant to take that?” 

“I think you’d do very well in a fight, Jamie,” you say, taking the opportunity to slip out of Sirius’ grasp. 

James turns to you, a smile spreading over his face. “I think so, too. Thanks, lovie.” He bends towards you. You think to take his face in your hands, but remember your fears at the last second, bringing them down to your sides. If any of the boys notice, they don’t mention. 

“Have they victimized you, my lovely girl?” James asks between kisses. “No one’s ever as nice to you when I’m gone, are they?” 

“I resent that.” Sirius pokes your side, making you giggle and bend away from him. “Ever thought that maybe she likes when I’m not nice to her?” 

“Not really, no,” says James, flopping down onto the couch. 

You’re holding your hands away from you, hesitant to touch the couch or your skin or anything until you feel like they’re clean. Sirius really had managed to distract you for a while, but now your anxiety is back in full force, your heart in your throat and dread a swirling mass in your gut. 

When you look up, Remus is watching you. 

“Maybe we should get out of the house,” he suggests. “We could go for a walk. Does that sound okay, sweetheart?” 

“Um…” It makes your heartbeat ratchet just to think about, the barrier of time and physical space between you and the next time you’ll actually be able to wash your hands. But you know that’s the point. 

“That’s a great idea.” James catches on quickly, more than familiar with your compulsions. He takes your hand in his easily, encouraging you up from the couch. “It’s a beautiful day out. Lots of leaves on the ground, you’ll love it.” 

You smile. You think that you must be easy to please, because leaves to crunch underneath your shoes does make the idea of a walk sound more enticing. 

“But you only just got in,” you say. 

“I could use a cooldown,” James says easily. “I came in here thinking my sweethearts were under attack, my heart rate hasn’t had a chance to come down.” 

“I feel like it’s important to note,” says Sirius, grabbing his scarf and your hat from the coat closet, “that there were two other men here in the house when we were under this alleged attack. You weren’t our only hope.” 

“I feel like it’s important to note that that’s sexist,” you say.

“Very,” James agrees, swiping your hat from Sirius and putting it on for you. “I’d think our best defenders would be the ones who spend the most time working out.” 

“Mm. Not Sirius, then.” 

“Certainly not.” 

A hand fists in the back of your shirt, and you choke on a gasp as Sirius yanks you back to his side. He wraps an arm securely around your waist. “Remus,” he says smoothly, “did y/n look like she was having a very easy time fighting me off a couple of minutes ago?” 

“I’m staying out of this one,” Remus says as he shrugs on his coat, but his tongue is poking into his cheek. You find you can’t help smiling, either.

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Levi, right? Levi, but... What if Reader was like an Assassin like Eivor Wolf-kissed from Assassins Creed Valhalla?

I used to play Assassins Creed so much, I loved the game. Ezio was my fav character but after Revelations, I tried the third one and didn't enjoy it anymore, I came back for Syndicate because it was in my country and during the Victorian period which I love. It was an incredible game and the last Assassin's Creed game I played. I know about Vikings, I know a lot about them but not about the Assassin's Creed game. So, I hope you don't mind but, I'll base it on the ones I know.

Assassin

Levi x fem!reader

Assassins, game-inspired, Assassin's Creed Brotherhood, 1500s era, romance, teasing, enemies to lovers concept.

You've been trying to assassinate a terrible rich Lord for a while, but his prized guard keeps stopping you. You have been trying to convince him that his boss is a terrible person but he's loyal to his duty. One day you decide, enough is enough.

Levi admired the light heat, it wasn't as unbearable as it had been recently and he liked that. It made him smile when he had a sense you were watching him. When you first appeared months ago when frost still clung to the land, you were butting heads and fighting so much.

However, as the warmth arrived and the heat the feelings between the two of you matched the weather. Touches were lingering, gazes were longing and the banter was now flirtatious and teasing. It'd become a fun game between the two of you, but you still had a job to do and a target to kill.

He turned to face where he thought you were but saw nothing. "Huh."

You dove for him and tackled him to the ground. You rolled with Levi before pinning him to the floor as you growled. "Finally, I've got you. I'll tie you up and kill your boss. It's taken so long to get here."

Levi smiled a bit. "You're cute when you're confident."

You pouted. "Levi."

He chuckled. "I'm so glad I told you my name because it sounds so good on your lips." He bucked up against you making you release him. He grabbed you before rolling over onto you. "Now, this is a better position."

You felt your heart race. "You!"

He leaned closer making you gasped. "You're beautiful."

You nipped your lip as your eyes searched his perfect face. "You're finally being honest, huh?"

He cupped the side of your face and started playing with your hair. "I am. You going to try and tell me about how terrible my boss is?"

"He deserves to die."

"Says who?" He eyed your heaving chest. "I didn't know you were God or your order was."

You pushed your fingers into his hair. "Shut up and kiss me." You yanked him down and kissed him passionately. "Mm." You gasped. "Better than I imagined."

Levi pressed his body against yours as he kissed you over and over. His hand ran down the outside of your thigh as he pushed your leg up. "You're incredible."

You panted a little. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry?"

You punched him in the side of his ribs making him roll off you. "For that. I have to kill your boss." You got up and sprinted towards the building.

Levi grunted and watched you climb up a tree and leap to an open window with beautiful grace. "Fuck." You were beautiful to him, he liked how strong you were.

The care for his boss was gone, he wouldn't mind him dying because he was a terrible person. He beat a lot of his workers, traded in people and stole from anyone. Levi stayed because it paid well and he owed the man because he saved him. However, you were becoming more important to him.

He rushed inside the home not to stop you but so he could witness you kill your target. Levi wanted to see how godly you were when you achieved your goal when you took a life and watched it slip through your fingers.

He shoved the double doors for the grand hall open to see his boss shouting at another poor worker. His boss was about to strike the worker but you appeared. He smiled as you leapt from the ceiling like you were some kind of goddess or angel.

You landed on your target with your hidden blade raised up before slamming it into his neck. "I hope you reflect on the pain you caused to others. You played god so we returned that back to you. Was it worth it?"

He gasped and choked on his blood for a moment. "I just wanted control, order and respect. I gained that and then lost control. I kept taking."

You yanked your blade out. "Rest in peace." You carefully lay him down before rising to your feet and staring at Levi. "Is this the part where you chase me down and try to kill me?"

Levi walked right up to you and grabbed your hand. "No, this is the part where we run off together."

Your eyes widened. "You want to join the assassins?"

"You inviting me?"

You smiled. "Yes, always."

He yanked you close and kissed you. "Let's go."

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Marty and Marge had been married for five years, and their relationship was a roller coaster ride of emotions. Marty was a dogmatic person who always wanted things to be done his way, even if it meant smothering those around him with his overprotectiveness. Marge, on the other hand, was an idealistic person who believed in heroism, but was plagued with insecurities and often idolized those she admired.

One day, they decided to go on a camping trip to a remote area in the mountains. Marty had meticulously planned the trip, from the route they would take to the gear they would need. Marge was excited about the trip but also a little nervous as she had never been camping before.

As they hiked through the rugged terrain, they came across a river that had swollen beyond its usual levels. Marty, being the protective person he was, insisted they turn back and find another route. But Marge was determined to continue, believing that they could cross the river with some effort.

Marty was adamant that they should not risk it, but Marge's idealism and heroism took over, and she convinced him to try. They started to cross the river, but it was much deeper and faster than they anticipated. The force of the water was so strong that it knocked them off their feet.

Marty, being the armored person he was, managed to hold on to a rock and pull himself to safety. But Marge was swept away by the current. Marty quickly ran downstream, trying to find her, and eventually spotted her struggling to stay afloat.

He dove into the water and managed to reach her, pulling her to safety. Marge was shaken, but alive. She looked up at Marty, her eyes filled with gratitude and admiration. She realized that she had been so focused on heroism and idolizing others that she had overlooked the importance of safety and caution.

Marty, on the other hand, saw the error in his dogmatic approach and realized that sometimes you have to take risks to achieve your goals. He looked at Marge, his love for her growing stronger, and knew that he needed to loosen his grip and trust her more.

As they made their way back to camp, a sense of understanding and appreciation grew between them. They had come face to face with a force of nature, but it had brought them closer together and taught them valuable lessons about themselves and their relationship.

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Drafting is often used on superspeedways, where the long straightaways and high speeds create a significant amount of air resistance. By drafting, drivers can work together to increase their speed and improve their chances of winning the race. However, drafting can be risky as it requires close proximity between the cars, and any sudden movements or mistakes can result in a crash.

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In racing, reducing drag is important because it allows the car to travel faster and use less fuel. One common technique for reducing drag is to shape the car's body to minimize the amount of air resistance it creates. This can involve using streamlined curves and angles, as well as adding features like spoilers and diffusers to help manage the flow of air around the car. Additionally, techniques like drafting and slipstreaming can be used to reduce drag by allowing multiple cars to work together and share the aerodynamic load.

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The Appellate Court is typically a state-level court that hears appeals from lower courts within the same state. These appeals may be related to civil or criminal cases, and they are typically heard by a panel of judges who review the lower court's decisions and determine whether any errors were made.

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Overall, both the Appellate Court and the Court of Appeals play an important role in the American legal system by providing a mechanism for individuals to challenge and appeal lower court decisions. However, the Appellate Court operates at the state level and primarily handles appeals related to state law, while the Court of Appeals is a federal-level court that hears appeals related to federal law and constitutional issues.

onelinecross@yahoo.com whio should the Panthers pick first in the Nfl draft

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As an AI language model, I am not able to provide predictions or opinions, and I cannot provide specific recommendations or advice on the NFL draft or any other specific situation.

Ultimately, the decision of which player to select with the first pick in the NFL draft is a complex one that involves many factors, including the team's needs, the available talent pool, and the overall strategy of the team's management. Teams may consider a player's position, physical abilities, performance record, and potential impact on the team when making their selection.

It's important to note that there is no one "correct" choice for any particular team in the draft, as each team's needs and preferences can vary widely. In the end, the selection will be made by the Panthers' management, who will consider a wide range of factors and evaluate their options carefully before making a final decision.

onelinecross@yahoo.com generate a story including an argument between Marty and Marge when Marty gets fired from his job managing a car wash over a questionable charge of drunkeness. The guy who fires Marty is his rival Steve who himself has a drinking problem Marty had been the manager of the local car wash for over a decade, and he took his job very seriously. He was dogmatic and protective, always making sure that everything was running smoothly and that his employees were doing their jobs correctly. However, he could also be smothering and armored, unwilling to accept any criticism or suggestions from others.

One day, Marty was called into the office by his boss, Steve, who was also his longtime rival. Steve had always been jealous of Marty's success, and he was looking for any excuse to get rid of him. When Marty arrived, Steve accused him of showing up to work drunk, citing a questionable charge from a customer who claimed to have smelled alcohol on Marty's breath.

Marty was outraged by the accusation, and he immediately denied it, insisting that he had not been drinking on the job. Marge, Marty's girlfriend and a regular at the car wash, was also present and came to his defense, arguing that Marty had always been responsible and never showed any signs of being intoxicated at work.

However, Steve was insistent, and he fired Marty on the spot, citing a zero-tolerance policy for employees who showed up to work under the influence of alcohol. Marty was devastated, feeling betrayed by his boss and helpless to defend himself against the false accusation.

Marge was furious at Steve, knowing that he had a drinking problem of his own and was likely projecting his own issues onto Marty. She argued with Steve, accusing him of being a hypocrite and demanding that he reconsider his decision.

In the end, Steve refused to back down, and Marty was left without a job. However, Marge remained by his side, supporting him and encouraging him to fight back against the injustice that had been done to him. Together, they vowed to stand up for what was right and to never let anyone push them around.

onelinecross@yahoo.com make Marge Marty's wife who doesn't know who to believe because she suspects Marty of having an affair and has lost some of her trust with him. She is becoming disenchanted because she had idolized Marty through much od their marriage. She knew steve well and thought he was an open and positive man but prone to depression Marge had been married to Marty for over a decade, and she had always idolized him. He was her hero, her protector, and her rock, and she had never once doubted his loyalty or love. However, in recent months, she had started to notice a change in him. He was more distant, more guarded, and seemed to be hiding something from her.

One day, she received a call from Marty, who told her that he had been fired from his job at the car wash. He claimed that he had been falsely accused of showing up to work drunk, and that his boss, Steve, had fired him without cause. Marge was torn between her loyalty to Marty and her growing suspicion that something was amiss.

She knew that Marty had been spending more and more time away from home lately, and she had begun to suspect that he was having an affair. She didn't want to believe it, but the signs were there: the late-night phone calls, the secretive text messages, the sudden disappearances.

At the same time, she had always known Steve as a kind and open man, albeit prone to depression. She couldn't imagine him firing someone without cause, but she also knew that he had his own demons to deal with.

Marge confronted Marty about her suspicions, but he denied everything. He insisted that he had been faithful to her and that Steve was simply out to get him. However, Marge had lost some of her trust in him, and she couldn't help but feel disenchanted by the man she had idolized for so long.

In the end, Marge decided to take a step back and try to sort out her feelings. She knew that she needed to get to the bottom of what had really happened at the car wash, but she also needed to come to terms with the fact that Marty might not be the man she thought he was. It was a difficult and painful realization, but Marge knew that she had to face it head-on if she was ever going to find the truth.

onelinecross@yahoo.com how did Marge proceed Marge proceeded with caution, trying to balance her love for Marty with her need for the truth. She started by talking to Steve, hoping to get a clearer picture of what had happened at the car wash. Steve was reluctant to discuss the matter, citing confidentiality concerns, but he did tell Marge that Marty had been showing up to work late and often smelling of alcohol.

Marge was shocked by this revelation, as Marty had always been responsible and never given her any reason to doubt his sobriety. She confronted Marty about it again, but he simply repeated his story about being falsely accused.

Marge knew that she needed more information, so she started doing some digging of her own. She checked Marty's phone records, hoping to find evidence of an affair, but she found nothing incriminating. She also reached out to some of Marty's former co-workers at the car wash, trying to get their side of the story.

Slowly but surely, Marge started to piece together the truth. She discovered that Marty had been struggling with alcoholism for months, and that his behavior had been affecting his work. She also found out that Steve had been aware of the problem and had tried to help Marty, but that Marty had refused to accept his help.

Marge was devastated by the news, feeling betrayed by Marty's lies and ashamed of her own naivete. However, she knew that she needed to confront the situation head-on if she was ever going to move forward. She talked to Marty again, this time urging him to seek help for his addiction and promising to stand by his side through the process.

It was a difficult and painful road, but with Marge's love and support, Marty was eventually able to overcome his addiction and rebuild his life. The experience brought them closer together in the end, as they learned to trust each other again and face their problems head-on.

onelinecross@yahoo.com Marge becomes friendly with Steve…too friendly in the eyes of Marty As Marge continued to investigate the truth about Marty's firing from the car wash, she found herself spending more and more time with Steve. They would talk on the phone, meet up for coffee, and even go for walks together in the park. Marge found that she enjoyed Steve's company, and appreciated his honesty and openness.

However, Marty began to notice the growing closeness between Marge and Steve, and he didn't like it. He became increasingly jealous and possessive, accusing Marge of having an affair with Steve. Marge tried to reassure him that there was nothing going on between them, but Marty didn't believe her.

The tension between them grew, and Marge found herself caught in the middle. She didn't want to hurt Marty, but she also didn't want to give up her friendship with Steve. She tried to find a way to make peace between the two men, but it seemed that Marty's jealousy was too deep-seated.

One day, Marty confronted Marge about her relationship with Steve, accusing her of betraying him and lying to him. Marge was hurt by his accusations, but she stood her ground, insisting that there was nothing romantic between her and Steve.

Marty didn't believe her, and the argument turned ugly. He accused her of being disloyal and unfaithful, and Marge began to realize that their marriage might not survive this latest crisis.

In the end, Marge had to make a difficult choice. She could continue to pursue the truth about Marty's firing, but risk losing her marriage and her relationship with Steve. Or she could back down and try to salvage her relationship with Marty, but never know the full truth about what had happened.

It was a heartbreaking decision, but in the end, Marge chose to prioritize her marriage. She stopped investigating Marty's firing and focused on rebuilding their relationship. It was a long and difficult road, but with time and effort, they were eventually able to heal the rift between them and find their way back to each other.

onelinecross@yahoo.com Steve is a sociopath unknown to Marge but suspected by Marty who has secretly hated Marty since a childhood incident at a delicatessen. Steve cooked the wole thing up when he was promoted over Mary at the car wash in an attmept to lure Marge from Marty not because he desired Marge but because he wanted to further damage Marty As Marge and Steve continued to spend time together, Marty's suspicions of Steve only grew stronger. Marty couldn't shake the feeling that there was something off about Steve, and he began to investigate him more closely.

Through his investigation, Marty discovered that Steve had a history of manipulating people and causing chaos in his personal and professional relationships. Marty became convinced that Steve had engineered the entire situation at the car wash as a way to hurt him and his marriage to Marge.

Marty confronted Marge with his suspicions, but she didn't believe him. She couldn't fathom that Steve, who had been nothing but kind and supportive to her, could be capable of such cruelty.

Marty knew that he had to act quickly to protect his marriage and his reputation. He began gathering evidence to prove his theory about Steve, digging into his

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NONNIE THIS IS SO LATE I WAS NOT IGNORING YOU i just wanted to do this when i had the energy </3 but here i go ;)

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@gyuuss - 🫂 i did the hug bc it reminds me of how we're partners in crime and we've always got each other's back, hugging ky is 100% on my bucket list <3

@bluhr - 🕊️ pretty sure i've said cia reminds me of a nature fairy one time i don't remember but she just reminds me of a dove spreading its wings to fly and it's like how she's spreading her wings to achieve all her goals, cia girlboss :') help did that even make sense i am not a poet

@yeoforce - 💐 as you all know i am a mika simp and these are flowers bc one time she bought me flowers :') and by bought i mean she sent this emoji saying she got me flowers and how we were going on a date help but i miss them very much and she'll always be my one and only <3

@envirae - 🦋 i also miss vira very much and butterfly just made sense to me bc idc what anybody says butterflies are hot JUST LIKE VEE my hottie !!

@moondust-zia - 🌙 okay i know i said i wouldn't do the emojis i have for their tags but i'm sorry zee zee will forever be my moon and i love looking at the moon since it comforts me and that's what she does and it's like the moon is always out even during the day, just like her :') and it makes me very excited knowing that the sun and the moon will be spending their life together soon <3 help this probably makes no sense out of context but it's okay we both know ;)

@iuwon - 👯‍♀️ this just makes sense, we both got this bunny thing plus it reminds me of our ******* thing (if anyone can decipher that look away) PLUS she is my sexy twinnie and we are together by the hip idc i miss her very much <3

@faetarou - 🎾 HELP IM SORRY FAEFI JUST REMINDS ME OF TENNIS NOW but yes she is my only child ever that i must protect even though she parents me most of the time which i shall choose to not talk about but i love how we're always there for each other :') the emoji has nothing to do with this faefi is just a tennis queen

@odxrilove - 🚔 this is only bc miss dubadu over here likes to push my limits therefore it makes me want to arrest her and put her behind bars so she can behave HELP KIDDING but dori makes me laugh a lot even though she interrupts me and sends weird memes ://///

@feyregels - ❄️ fey reminds me of winter plus i know she really likes it plus she's just so sweet and delicate like we must protect user feyregels and yeah she's so kind and caring <3

@iyeonjuni - 😠✊ this is only something that makes sense to us but yuh this do be cici's brand and it makes me laugh whenever she sends it but it also reminds me of how she's such a supportive friend and always has my back and is there for me through thick and thin and i just imagine her making that face when she hypes and helps me out :')

@junityy - 🤓 this emoji reminds me of how staller over here needs to learn how to spell IM KIDDING but yeah i immediately thought of this so ... take it for what you will ...

@wooyoung-a - 💌 this reminds me of how whenever sun is in my inbox it's like i'm receiving a love letter :') plus i love the soob content sun provides me with therefore i consider those to be my love letters <3

@luvshota - 😏 this is solely based on the pitbull jokes we have and it's just 😏😏 but yuh bff is very swaggy and cool and that's what this emoji is so true !!

@eternallyhyucks - 🥵 mita is just ... sexy tbh like HELP that's just the vibes i get when user eternallyhyucks is on my dash i'm like DAMN MITA HOTTIE so yeah ..

@luvrbin - 🕹️ HELP THIS IS ONLY BC OF THE FACT THAT JEL PLAYS EPISODE speaking of which cannot wait for playtime with jel and val i shall look forward to the memes they always make me giggle ;)

@ughopewrld - 🤡 LET ME EXPLAIN lola sent me joker and batman fan art the other day and ever since then i associated lola with the joker IM SORRY ITS JUST TOO FUNNY TO ME but also !! bc clowns are like funny right and lola always gives me a giggle when we interact <3

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Little prince

You tip toed your way out of the bedroom, like a fucking ninja replacing a pillow on your sleeping Keigo's arms. He stilled a bit with a growl until his frown dissapeared and nuzzled his face on the pillow as you let out a sigh of relief.

You closed the door for good measure and even being away from the captor's arms you made your way towards your achievement. It was just so fucking close! And you had to be the most quiet as ever to not wake up Hawks or else is game over for you.

You didn't even wanted to try to imagine what he would do to you when he discovered this...

Luckily you just had to get down stars of his huge as fuck apartment and grab it and get your price for once! All of it without that man knowing.

You opened slowly the door of the freezer and grabbed the package and cheered happily at achieving your goal.

"Chicken nuggets are mine this time son of a bitch!" You whispered in glee before getting a bit of them out of the package to put on the stove.

You loved Keigo, really, you did. But there were times were you had to ran away from him to eat AT PEACE. The only things he didn't even dared to come close by were HEALTHY things. Asides that? Meat chicken, take out you name it, he is stealing a bit or just giving you the look before smirking in victory and opening his mouth for you to feed him.

Seriously, you two fought like kids once over the last cookie and your neighbors came banging at your door since it was like... 3 a.m.

You didn't blamed the old lady and her husband whose just wanted to sleep and had to atture a playfully loud fight of you and your boyfriend.

Before you could turn it on the stove, you made sure to open the windows for the smell of nuggets didn't infest the entire house and wake up that birdbrain.

You read the package to confirm the minutes and waited anxiously for the nuggets to get ready. On your stealthy mission you forgot to grab your cellphone to distract yourself so the only thing you could was watch the oven prepare your snack... like a damn child or pet.

What level you succumbed to?

Before it could make the sound "ding!", you turned it off and with gloves you grabbed the snack an poured some on a plate as you smiled.

"Finally some peace while-" before you could complete your sentence you froze while looking at the corner of your eye towards the door opening sound came from.

A single red feather came out... shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit-!

You tried to snatch the plate at least to get some nuggets, screw the fact they were burning hot (Y/n) does not give shit aparently , and tried to take at least one bite before a bunch of them grabbed the back of your shirt.

"TAKAMI KEIGO YOU JERK I TBOUGHT YOU WERE SLEEPING!" You shouted and gasped in offense at hearing his laughter coming closer.

He was on the top of the stairs with only white boxers on. The piece of shit didn't even needed to try it to look good, the man was already a masterpiece! With his broad and muscular chest and arms and messy blond looks pointed at all directions possible as golden eyes bored into yours.

"Good afternoon to you too." He chuckled as you showed him the middle finger when his feathers lifted you up and brought you and the damn plate closer to him.

One arm circling your waist, bringing you close to his chest as his other hand grabbed one golden greddy nugget and eat it. The audacity of this bastard-!

"Crunchy." Your eyes twitched and he could only give you a peck before storming back to his room where you followed him, in pure rage.

"WHY YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO STEAL MY FOOD YOU ASSHOLE?!" You cried while jumping on him, legs wrapped around his waist as you slapped his arms and chest, getting even some fucking feathers on your mouth as the owner of them laughed and tried to mantain on his feet, wings flapping and hitting your face on the making.

"In my defense it taste better when it comes from you the food-!" He managed to say between laughter as you almost screamed when he dropped on the bed...

Before you knew it you two were pkayfighting rest for only God knows how long... Your face was red from both betrayal and laughter as you tried to defend your self the best.

Keigo pinned you down and started to tickle you on your weakest spot, even going as far as rubbing his stubble on your neck causing you to shriek in laughter.

"Keigo get off!" You said between laughter as he made a thinking expression before returning to tickle you merciless.

"Nah." He chuckled at your yelped and shrieks.

It was all fun until you accidentaly kneeled his manhood. The worst part to injure a man (Y/n), shame on you. Shame.

"Fuck-!" He hissed and gulped down breath as you immediately stop laughing, your poor boyfriend was a bit hunched over at your side as he fell as you started to panick.

"Oh my gosh Keigo angel I'm so so sorry-!" You whimpered and started to kiss all of his face and rubbed his arms.

"Damn woman if I knew you could hurt me like that I would get you a job on my agency." He tried to laugh it off but let out a hiss of pain quickly after on the pillow "Ow.. fuck.."

"No no no no-! Sowyyy" you kissed his lips plently of times, and to his deception you didn't continued kissing his lips.. but to his happiness you started to kiss down his neck and gently prying his hand away from his personal area.

"Sorry~" you almost singed whined while carresing his crotch between his boxers, trying to not jump on his bones when you felt his soft member starting to get hard "Sorry little prince, sorry!!" you kissed the area and started to gently carres it before you felt golden eyes looking down at you.

"Did you seriously called my dick 'little prince'?" He had the most funniest expression you ever saw "No, for real? Little prince?"

You giggled, the vibrations on his member making him blush and groan a bit.

"Not a good name? Prefered kraken?"

"Don't give my cock nicknames dove I beg you." He let out a chuckle on the end as you scotted over, giggling to have your head on his chest, still carresing where you kneeled him accidentaly before he started to kiss you...

It was just a innocent thing before he got on top of you and started to kiss you fervently and slowly roll his hips against yours. You parted with a gasp before looking up at him.

"Already recovered? Horny bird?" You bited on your bottom lip when you felt his hands wondering on your pajama's shorts and trying to get them off.

"Yeah. I will show you the little prince here." You laughed before being mumbled by his lips and chuckles pushing you back to the bed as his wings fluttered in exciment.

(A/n): No Hawks were hurted on this writing. And the chicken nuggets will be cold after this, better heat up.