#Pls don steal

[asinusrufus]

Ptah, the Cosmocrator / Memphite Triad (WiP)

[0097linersb]

Sour Candy (m)

Pairings: Mingi x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 5k~

Warnings: Very very very needy Mingi, wouldn't say exactly sub!mingi but kind of sub!mingi u know, good boi´s just very desperate. consent lines are kind of blurred in this one so pls skip if it makes u uncomfortable, this was just written in like an hour with absolutely no thoughts or grammar-checking, head empty only filled with crying whiny men <3

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“What time did Yunho say he was coming back again?” You asked for about the fourth time that afternoon. 

“In like an hour or two,” Mingi answered patiently like he did all the other times you asked before. “Bro, why do you hate me?” 

“Because you keep making me play this boring game and it really fucking sucks.” 

“That´s just because you´re bad at it.” 

“You´re literally worse than me.” 

“Maybe modernity was wrong all along, maybe women really shouldn´t be allowed to have opinions.” 

“It is a fact, not an opinion. Maybe you men should still be in planes being shipped off to war and leave us alone.” 

“Fine. Do you want to play something else, princess?” 

“Let´s play Overcooked,” You squealed.  

Mingi didn´t even groan this time when you mentioned the game you and Seonghwa were obsessing over lately, simply going back to the home screen on Yunho´s Playstation and looking for the colorful icon. He knew there was no arguing with you. 

While the game was loading, Mingi handed you the main controller and stood up, fixing his shirt that had scrunched up and stretching his back, “Set everything up, I´m gonna go find some snacks.” 

You happily did as told, driving your little animated truck towards the level you had last failed at and playing with your phone to wait for your friend, at least until your vision was blocked by said friend pushing a red plastic bag in front of your face. 

“What´s that?” You asked, already reaching into the bag and picking up one of the soft candies inside. 

Mingi simply shrugged, already chewing on one of the jellies, “Dunno, found them in the kitchen. They´re pretty good though.” 

You trusted his words, popping the candy into your mouth and waiting for the flavors to kick in - and hell you wish you didn´t. 

“Oh my god this is disgusting,” Your face contorts in distaste. 

“It´s cinnamon,” Mingi stares you down, clearly not amused.  

“Yeah, with candle wax. Ew.” 

“Just swallow it and stop being a baby.” 

“I will literally kill myself.” 

He gave you another judgmental glare and sat down next to you on the couch once again, already reaching for his third candy from hell as you forced yourself to let it slide down your throat. You handed him the main remote and picked up the secondary one, coughing to see if flowing some air into your lungs would get the taste of rotten papaya out of your mouth.  

“Maybe it´s poison that Yunho left out as a trap because you keep stealing his food.” 

“Nah, it was right on top of the counter,” He waved it off, pressing play on the game. 

“My point stands.” 

“Yeah, whatever.” 

“You´re very eloquent today.” 

“You´re very annoying today.” 

“The salmon Mingi, the fucking salmon!!” 

“I´m getting it!” 

“Bro, you gotta throw it!” 

“Fuck. I know, but if I leave the fucking rice is going to burn.” 

“I´m throwing you more rice.” 

“I don´t need it.” 

“Yes, you do. Oh my god.” 

“What I do need are some clean plates.” 

“Oh, yeah. On it.” 

“Why do you like this game?” He groaned, cleaning the sweat from his forehead and reaching for another candy in the bag. “You´re making me stress eat.” 

“Doesn´t it make you feel pumped?”  

“Yeah, pumped to punch the TV.” 

“We have one more minute, we can do it if you stop being dumb.” 

“There are literally two plates on the counter ready to go and you haven´t delivered them yet.” 

“Jeez, done. Can you slice me some tomatoes?” 

“One sec,” He answered, mouth full of yet another candy. 

“It would be faster if you would just stop eating.” 

“We´re not making it anyways, let me enjoy one thing at least.” 

And he was right: a few seconds later the TV screen was filled with the sad numbers displaying how you didn´t reach the minimum score - didn´t even come close to it in fact. 

Mingi let out his frustrations by popping the nth white jelly past his lips and you stared at him in disgust, reaching for the bag to understand what that malevolent creation even was.  

“Huh...” 

“What?” He asked. 

“Hm, I mean, this is all in German or Dutch but I´m pretty sure this word means aphrodisiac.” 

“Come again?” His mouth was hanging open mid chew, unblinking eyes staring at you. 

“Hm, yeah. Wasn´t Yunho´s friend just in Amsterdam? The one with the big smile? Maybe he brought those as a souvenir, since you know, it´s Amsterdam. Like, ‘haha look at this candy that makes you horny´.” 

“Oh, yeah. But it´s like a placebo touristy thing, right?” He laughed nervously. “Like, these won´t actually make me horny, right?” 

“Nah, I don´t think this kind of stuff works. It´s probably just for shit and giggles. Do you feel any different?” 

“I don´t know, my heart is beating faster. I think I´m going to die.” 

“Mingi, relax. Now it´s probably just because you´re nervous.” 

“No, what if there´s some kind of drug in these? I ate almost 10 of them! Oh my god I´m going to die. Am I going to overdose, Y/N? What if I start hallucinating?” 

He was being a bit overdramatic, but he did have genuine concerns. 

“Wait, let me call Yunho.” 

Mingi didn´t even hear you, too busy at his own pity party as he whined and stared at the bag´s labels like he could suddenly speak Dutch.  

“Y/N?” Yunho´s voice filled your ears. 

“Hm, hi. Sorry to bother you at work but we´ve kind of got a situation.” 

“Oh my god, did Mingi break my door playing with the bar? I already told him-” 

“No, nothing like that. Huh, do you know that candy that you left on the kitchen counter?” 

“What? No. What cand- Oh. Oh.” 

“Huh, yeah. So... Mingi found it and ate like 10 of them?” 

“Y/N.” 

“Is that bad? He´s kind of freaking out, he´s afraid there´s like drugs in them or something.” 

“There are some stimulants in them but like, in minor quantities. He won´t die because of it. But bro, bro.” 

“What?” You whined, Yunho´s tone making you anxious. 

“He had 10 of them? San had like 3 and said he was at it for hours.” 

“Oh.” 

“Yeah, oh.” 

“So I guess these do work, huh?” 

“Haven´t tried them, but from what San says it´s some strong shit. Did you take any?” 

“Just like one, tastes like organic trash.” 

“Yeah, good. Let me know how it goes, please just stay out of my bedroom.” 

“Your bedroom? Why would- What are you trying to imply, Jeong Yunho?” 

“Oh shit, client calling. Byeee,” He laughed. “Stupid.” 

As soon as you put your phone away, Mingi stopped talking to himself like a mad man and stared at you with big hopeful eyes. 

“I have good news and bad news.” 

“Am I going to die?” 

“That´s the good news: no, you´re not. No.” 

“And what are the bad news?” 

“Apparently you will get very horny, though.” 

He froze at your words, looking down at his pants, “I don´t feel it, though.” 

“Maybe you won´t, it might be different for everyone,” You shrug, standing up and grabbing your sweater. “All I know is that I am leaving because if it does happen, that´s not a sight I want to be here for.” 

“Please no,” Mingi whined, literally throwing himself on his knees to catch your arm before you could walk away. “Don´t leave me alone here. I just ingested unknown substances, what if my body reacts badly and I actually die? What if I throw up and drown in my own puke here all alone?” 

Once again, over-dramatic but right.  

“Yeah, you´re right,” You sighed. “I would still rather die than see you with a boner so here´s what we´re gonna do: I´m locking myself in Yunho´s room and you can freely roam the apartment and do whatever you want, I´ll check up on you every few minutes. Sounds good?” 

“Yeah, ok,” Mingi agreed. 

“Also, if you´re going to like - ” You motioned vaguely towards his pants hoping he would get what you were trying to say. “Give me a heads up so I can put on some earphones.” 

“Oh my god,” He whined in shame, cheeks going flush. “Yeah, ok.” 

“Ok, good. Huh, bye,” You awkwardly waved as you made your way towards Yunho´s room. “Good luck.” 

You closed the door behind you, hearing as Mingi opened some other game back in the living room. There was not much to do in Yunho´s room so you decided to lay in bed and scroll through Tiktok until Mingi stopped thinking he was going to die and you could leave. Also, you did eat one of the candies too, so you guessed that if they did work, you would feel it as well. 

10 minutes later you still heard Mingi normally playing and cursing outside, but you still decided to yell out an “Everything good?” just to be sure. 

“Yeah!” Was his answer. 

Another 15 minutes went by, and you shot him a text. 

Not dead yet? 

Mings: Still good, I don´t think these things actually work. 

Maybe Yunho was just messing with us.  

Mings: Yeah, fucking asshole. 

You went back to watching your silly little videos, not even noticing the time passing or how everything suddenly went quiet outside. Over half an hour had gone by when your ears finally perked up at the lack of your friend´s loudness.  

You sat up in bed worried. 

You good? 

No answer. 

Mingi? 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

You were already picturing his dead body looking all stupid on Yunho´s carpet, thinking about how you were going to explain to the paramedics that he died because he ate too much horny candy.  

No, even worse: How would you explain this to his family? 

Oh, no. Not your best friend. How would you live without him? You liked teasing him and you bickered a lot but you love- 

Your little spiral of insanity was interrupted by a knock on the door and your body was finally able to move after how it had been paralyzed with fear for a few minutes. 

“Mingi?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Oh, thank god. You scared the shit out of me,” You took a deep breath in relief, staring at Yunho´s white door. “What´s up?” 

“Huh, can I come in?” 

You furrowed your eyebrows at his tone.  

Something sounded weird about this.  

“Sure,” You answered skeptically.  

Mingi opened the door and came in, head cast down and gaze not meeting your eyes. 

“What´s wrong-” You started asking worriedly, about to jump out of the bed to go check up on him before your eyes finally zeroed in on the very prominent bulge in his pants. “Song Mingi! What the fuck?” 

“I- I don´t know what to do,” His eyes finally met yours, cheeks tinted in pink and hands trembling. He looked at you like a kicked puppy.  

“And what do I have to do with it? Go deal with it yourself. Eeew, we talked about this,” You raised your hand in the air to try and block the bottom half of Mingi from your line of vision.  

“I already did,” He groaned, rubbing his face in frustration. “Twice.” 

“Oh.” 

“Yeah. Nothing fucking works - and also, I just can´t stop thinking about you.” 

“What?” You never heard your voice go so high before. “Nuh uh, we´re not going there. Absolutely not.” 

“I´m not happy about it either, ok?” His fingers were squeezing the corner of the door so thigh they were almost white. “Just please, help me out this once. Please.” 

Oh. 

Oh. 

Oh. 

You just prayed that the reason you started clenching around nothing was because the candy was finally kicking in and not because stupid Song Mingi was practically begging in front of you. 

“No!” You screeched, weirded out by your own sudden reaction. “This isn´t you talking, it´s just th stupid candy, you´ll regret it after it wears off -” 

“No but I won´t,” He disagreed, closing the door and rushing towards you like a madman in three large strides. 

You had never seen him like this, you never once in a million years could have gone as far as even imagining the look in his eyes right now. 

“Fuck. It´s just - your skin is so soft, you know?” Mingi pushed the covers to the side so his hand could squeeze your thigh, his knees dipping into the mattress as he crawled on top of you. You were too shocked to move away, frozen in place with your mouth open wide, not really knowing what to do as he rubbed the palm of his hands up and down your skin, squeezing it occasionally with a heavy breath like he had just reached heaven´s gate. 

“Mingi,” You warned, but your voice didn´t sound that threatening anymore. 

“Please, just once,” He breathed out, practically rubbing himself against your body like a cat in heat forcing you to slowly lie back in the bed, his hands gently guiding yours over your head as you slid down. You looked up at his glazed eyes, at the way his hands were shaking around your wrists, the way he was discreetly rutting against your thigh without even realizing he was doing it. He looked so vulnerable and frenzied – And it was doing something to you. 

“Mingi,” You whined, not even sure what you were trying to say or do. 

“You kept walking around with this white top all day,” He let out a broken groan, looking down at said top. “Your boobs look amazing in it. I just- I – Can I?” 

His begging eyes were enough to get you automatically nodding before even realizing what you were agreeing to - When you did process what he was asking for though, his right hand was already squeezing your boobs and kneading at them like his life depended on it, his calloused fingers firm on your body. You could feel how hard he was every time he subconsciously ground against you, shaky hot breaths leaving his lips and hitting the sensitive skin on the side of your neck where his plump soft lips kept lightly brushing against with every move. 

Mingi took advantage of the position, sucking against your vein and leaving pleas in the form of little kisses around your skin. His thumb played with your nipple and your hands were still abandoned on top of your head against the sheets, not sure if you would really let this happen yet - but Mingi didn´t seem to mind, too lost in worshipping you into compliance.  

“I need to fuck you. Like, right now. I´ll - I´ll make you feel good too, I promise,” The shakier and breathier his voice sounded the wetter you got. “I promise. I promise. Please. We -we don´t even need to fuck I can – I can – Let me – Just the tip- Anything-” 

“Just the tip?” 

“Yeah,” He eagerly nodded, his eyes so hopeful you could melt. 

“Ok,” You agreed, physically not being able to say no to his pleading eyes.  

“Fuck,” He groaned in surprise, not actually thinking you would agree to it - But since you did, he wasted no time and made quick work of practically ripping your cotton short down your legs in one harsh tug. “Under normal circumstances I would, you know – But, I – right now I – I can´t.” 

“It´s ok,” You assured, afraid he would actually cry if you made him wait another single second with how desperate he was. 

He hooked his finger on the bottom of your panties and pushed them to the side, not even being able to take them out. He stared at your pussy for a moment, his eyes looking even more insane than before at the sight, like he would actually growl at you. 

“Fuck,” Mingi cursed as he went out of the little trance he was in, pushing his sweater pants and boxers down in a rush - once again not even bothering with taking them all out.  

And oh fuck. 

His cock was so hard you could imagine how it actually hurt; it throbbed against the skin of his abdomen without even being touched, looking swollen and angry with all the veins surrounding it - And man were you glad you agreed on just the tip because there was just no way that would fit without a lot of preparation first. Even with how wet you were right now. Who knew? 

Mingi leaned on top of you once again, one arm supporting the weight of his body in between your legs as he gently guided his dick up and down your folds, his eyes closing at the feeling, a violent shiver taking over his thighs and up his spine with a loud groan.  

Like he had absolutely no control over his body, Mingi positioned himself against your entrance, slowly pushing just a little bit in as promised. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” His groans sounded so raw against your ear as he cursed over the initial resistance of your walls, his forehead meeting your neck to try and ground himself. 

You even let a moan out yourself because this was absolute madness, it felt insane. Your whole body was buzzing like you were electrified, your fingers ached to scratch Mingi´s back and pull him all the way in - Damn, those candies were good.  

And you only had one. 

“Y/N, fuck,” Mingi gasped as he started moving his hips in shallow little thrusts so he wouldn´t break your agreement. “Ah - Ah. I can´t think strai - You´re so pretty. Fuck, fuck.” 

His lips met your neck once again, messy kisses full of saliva and teeth as he shuddered on top of you, leaving marks that would soon turn purple. You could feel how tense every single muscle in his body was as he fought against himself to not rut deeper into you every time he moved, and you were biting onto your lip so hard to keep the noises inside that you could taste blood.  

“Thank you, thank you,” You shivered at the way cold air hit your neck when Mingi pulled back a bit to look you in the eye, “Can I go ah- a little deeper, please? Just a little. It feels so good, I need ah- more. Fuck.” 

“Mingi.” 

“Please,” He cried out and you just couldn´t believe the sight in front of you. 

Tall big strong Song Mingi with the deep voice, reduced to a disheveled delirious mess. His ashy blond hair rumpled, his cheeks burning pink and skin glistening with sweat, his pupils huge and shiny and he just looked so disheartened that it was breaking your heart to not let him just use you however he wanted.  

“I need you,” He agonized, his right arm clinging onto your shoulder like you would run away from him if you could, so out of it that he was already pushing deeper into you without even noticing, eyes shut so tightly at the sensation of your walls around him. “Please, please, please, please,” It was like a mantra. 

He was far gone. 

And kind of so were you. 

You whine in pain and raspy moans left Mingi´s soft lips every time he thrust back into you, hitting farther each time, “I´m sorry, baby. I´m sorry. You can take it right? Ah – Just a bit more, I promise. Fuck. I´m almost ah- in. Why do you smell so good? It´s driving me ah – insane.” 

It hurt, it did hurt, but you also didn´t seem to mind that he was practically splitting you open when his voice sounded this pretty apologizing for it. 

The speed and strength of his hips started picking up to match his urgency, his plush lips were open so captivatingly and his weight was now supported by both arms so he could pistol into you. He didn´t have a specific angle or rhythm to it, his moves were strictly instinctual and carnal, your nails finally finding your way down his back to keep yourself anchored to reality. 

“You´re so so so beautiful, fuck. Your lips - can´t stop thinking about them around my ah- cock. Will you show me?”  

You loved how broken his voice sounded. 

“Yeah, baby. Whatever you want.” 

He shuddered once again at your words, “I´m so close.” 

“Me too,” You nodded, still doing your very best to not let noises of pleasure escape past your lips – and kind of failing. 

“Let me hear you,” Mingi growls, managing to somehow snake his hand in between your bodies to start drawing quick circles on your clit. “Please, I love your voice.” 

You wouldn´t be able to hold back even if you wanted to.  

His chaotic rhythm had an appeal of its own, every broken moan that left his mouth drew you closer to the edge until you finally reached it. Your vision went black, nails digging into Mingi´s biceps so harshly you would feel bad for it later, every muscle in your body tightening as it all washed over you in a devastating wave, leaving your body in the form of gasps and breathy moans. 

“Oh my god, fuck,” Mingi cursed at the way your walls were clenching so tightly around him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” 

He wouldn´t slow down and you were still coming down from your high, twitching with the aftershocks as the oversensitivity quickly began to rise, but you decided to ignore it the best you couldand push through it - you could tell Mingi was close anyway with the way his thrusts became even more erratic, and his voice went up with every moan.  

You were mesmerized by his glossy unfocused eyes, the frown on his forehead, so frantic to get what he needed by ramming into you. He looked so pretty like this, you wanted to destroy him-  

Wow. 

Wait. 

Now where did that come from? 

“Shit, I´m gonna- Fuck, fuck.” 

You watched as his whole body froze for a second before violently shaking, his eyes shot so tightly he was probably seeing white as he continued thrusting into you to ride his orgasm to the end as you felt something warm hitting your walls. And his moans, oh his moans – I mean, you were not deaf, you had always been well-aware that Mingi had an attractive voice, but to hear it like this, so raw and relieved, was truly something else. 

Mingi let out one last broken cry as he slowly stopped moving, dropping his weight on top of you to catch his breath, chest heaving up and down against your ribcage as his muscles continued twitching here and there. You took advantage of the moment to get yourself together too, stabilizing your breathing and trying to figure out what the hell just happened as you two went down, but you also kind of expected Mingi to say something or try to joke around a bit to lessen the burden of the fact that the two of you just fucked - and when he didn´t, well, you started getting worried. 

You were mustering up the courage to say something after the two minutes of silence when the last thing you expected to happen, happened.  

Your eyes were blown wide, “Mingi-” 

“I can´t stop, I´m sorry-” He whined, his still rock-solid cock now slowly moving inside of you once again, rutting into you like he had absolutely no control over himself. 

He was still hard? 

Wasn´t this like his third time already? 

His whole body was shaking in overstimulation but he wouldn´t stop grinding into you, “I´m sorry.” 

“Mingi,” You tried pulling away from him thinking that´s what he was asking for. 

“No, don´t. Ah- Need you,” He desperately grabbed onto your thighs and wrapped them around his hips, your chests flushed against each other's as he hid his forehead on your neck to keep fucking deep into you. Literal whines of pain were leaving his lips, it was like he was an animal incapable of rational thoughts, and it was making you feel dizzy. 

“Mingi, love. You´re going to hurt yourself.” 

“No, feels so ah- Just one more,” He moaned, body shuddering. His whines got you clenching involuntarily around him, suddenly realizing you were kind of close to the edge already. “Please.” 

You felt a strong bite on your shoulder disguising a groan, the animalistic act crashed with how smoothly he was sliding in and out of you, but it also showed how deranged he was at the moment. You tightened your thighs around Mingi´s hips and pulled at the hair on his nape, not bothering with trying to cover up your moans anymore. 

Mingi took the action as permission and started gradually moving his hips faster, broken little whines getting louder and more frequent each second until he was once again supported by both his arms and pistoling into you.  

“I can´t - I can´t,” His voice was so shaky, so broken. “I - Please.” 

And then your whole world stopped as you watched the first tear roll down Mingi´s cheek. 

You were mesmerized, you wanted to frame it.  

“It hurts,” He whimpered, another tear falling, followed by another and then another.  

“You´re almost there,” You cooed, deciding to be useful to the poor giant man breaking down on top of you. “Aren´t you? So close.” 

Mingi nodded, blinking harshly to clear his vision which resulted in more tears running down his face. You just couldn´t help supporting your weight onto your elbow so you could lean up and hold his jaw, kissing the salty traces across his cheeks until his face was clean. He immediately started shaking, moans growing whinier and choppier, his thrusts started losing their patterns as he plowed into you like his life depended on it, entering a mental state he never knew existed before. 

His right hand grabbed your thigh with enough force to bruise it badly as he came for what you imagined was the fourth time in an hour, holding you so close that you could feel his cock hitting impossible places deep inside of you. Mingi was breathing so hard you were kind of worried for his well-being but the noises leaving his lips assured you he was feeling pleasure at least as his nose found its place on your neck once again. 

“Feeling better?” You asked once he had calmed down a little. 

“Kind of,” He pushed back to look at you with a low chuckle, his eyes looking a tad bit saner already. “But I also kind of need to eat you out.” 

You felt his dick twitch inside of you at his own words and how the fuck was that even possible? 

A painful whimper left his lips at the slight stimulation, already way past oversensitive, “Please?” 

 He had the nerve to pout. 

[koiiiji]

✧˖° — windbreaker men & their nasty, perverted habits

✧˖° — mdni, smut, description of not safe for work content.

✧˖° all characters aged up ° ˖ ✧

idk why app let me add only 10 pics, so pls sorry, i added mostly rare characters✌🏻🥹😭

HANDSY! vinny

who is always seeking for your attention and physical touches unintentionally. vinny isn’t a big fan of showing feelings on public but he would keep his hand when hugs you by the waist suspiciously close to your ass or boobs. when you two in private, be prepared for a lot of ass spanks and vinny’s nimble hands to be all over your body under the shirt.

SPYING! jay jo

filthy motherfucker who would rather die then admit that he want to fulfill some sexual tension. so he would do everything, but not initiate sex - spying on you while you in bath, or his favorite, when you taking shower and and he can watch how streams of water flow down your hair, down your back, going lower and lower, and clouds of steam create some kind of obstacle, not allowing to fully enjoy the view, but still leaving an intimate picture that he is watching as if mesmerized, from behind a half-closed door

WHINY! min u

min u sometimes moan as a joke when you in hangout together, for example when you slap him on a shoulder after another joke, or when he accidentally hits his hand on a table or corner in your presence. AND he is super vocal in bed, like super super… even if he is on top, his voice go wild sometimes, when he's already euphoric and you're both chasing your second or third orgasm.

DIRTY MINDER! noah

noah thinks about sex in general and sex with you almost 24/7. she not thinking about it only when training and cycling, even in her sleep she saw dreams about having sex few times. she thinks about poses you two can try, about how you would look like under her or on top, or how it would look like in the mirror reflection, or if you try handcuffs, or if…. it’s always on her mind. she likes to experiment, as long as you comfortable with this, but even if you not, she would try to talk about it and comfort you into her experiment.

HORNY! harry

here is a little bit different from noah. harry just wants to have himself inside you, make love with you, hold you, rearrange your insides, all kinds of words that describes fucking. he is not thinking about experiments or things he want to try, he just want to be inside you. especially, he likes after training or after race sex, when he is still full of adrenaline and came to you to relieve himself. it doesn’t matter to be rough and aggressive sex, no, he hates to give you pain. yes, sometimes he likes to be a little bit rough but mostly he stops himself unless you saying him opposite, so mostly it’s just such a passionate sessions of making out, preparing, sex, and after care when he’s already calmed down, rubbing your back and humming softly.

PANTY STEALER! hwangyon

pervert. even though you two in relationship don not wonder that you won’t find your underwear after sleepover at his place. and if on this weekend you decided to stay at your place, don’t wonder if you won’t find pair of thong in your closet, this nasty whore definitely woke up earlier and took pantie to his pocket. it is not necessary for him to do something with them, but hwangyeon will definitely wrap them around his dick and will jack off, so when he finishes he will took photo of your panties covered in his cum and send it to you. you will phone him right after receiving photo and yell for stealing your new pair.

BREEDER! sangho

sangho likes the idea of having wife and his own small family. just him, you and your swollen tummy where will his own child come from soon. (and no annoyingly loud siblings) he likes to be on top, in control, and the idea of impregnate you makes him feral. thought about your fertility, and that he is actually able to make you a child, makes him feel that strange sensation in his lower abdomen, as if a knot is being untied. of course firstly you two had a talk about it, and both probably agreed on having protection initially, but god damn, sangho always cumming harder after imaging you having his child.

[magnetokisser]

here, on earth

summary: after years of grieving your supposedly dead brother, he comes back. now you're wondering if anything you've worked for in his name was for nothing.

pairing(s): none other than family relations

word count: 3k

warnings: reader is morally ambiguous if u squint, i think a few mentions of death, no beta we die like jason!

author's note: go read part one pls, this is a second part to 500 gigawatts of the power of god. there will be a third and final part to this !! ^_^

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“my favorite gargoyle, huh?” 

it was like your entire world had stopped upon hearing those words. 

spinning around, you were met with someone you had never seen or heard of before. donning a red helmet, the man seemed to be at least 6’2, wearing a brown leather jacket and some sort of armor. if anything, he kinda reminded you of a red version of black mask. “who.. who are you?” you questioned, jumping up from the gargoyle and landing a few feet away from the man. he pushed out a laugh, his head tilting ever so slightly. “who knows.” he said, jumping away. frowning, you ran to the edge of the building.. seeing nothing. sighing, you decided to head back to the batcave to see if your father knew anything about this mystery man. 

upon returning, you found alfred and bruce infant of the batcomputer in a seemingly deep conversation. “dad?” you called out, taking your cowl off as you slowly approached them. bruce was quick to face you, the slightest look of relief flashing on his face. “what are you doing here?” he asked, standing up. alfred continued looking at the computer, deep in thought. “i was in the area and had a run in with some guy? thought you might have known who he was?” you asked, meeting him halfway. he let out a deep exhale, looking back at the bat computer with a look of guilt. “i’m assuming he had a red helmet on?” he asked, his voice gruff with a tinge of weariness. furrowing your brows, you followed him as he plopped down in the chair. the thing sounded like it was about to break. poor chair. 

"um, yeah?" you said, rubbing the back of your neck. you watched as bruce pulled up multiple pictures of this fire hydrant man, and it seems he  also had a run in with him. "do you have any idea of who he is?" you questioned, feeling like a broken record. "maybe. i'm going to see if i can run his voice modulator through a few programs. see if i can pull out his real voice." he grumbled, hunching over. "fix your posture. i'll go do a sweep, okay?" you say, patting his back before putting your cowl back on. you were off before he could say anything else.

you had been patrolling for hours. you didn't know what exactly you were looking for- other than the man in the red helmet. looking around, you noticed you were near gotham cemetery. the last time you had been here, you decided to actually start living instead of watching yourself rot away. grappling down, you made your way into the graveyard, walking through the ever so familiar dead grass. a place of such beauty and meaning, reduced to a place of pure despair. and that is the only word you could use to describe what you felt when you found yourself in front of your little brothers grave. 

the once solemnly beautiful tombstone was obstructed, but once you took a closer look, you realized it wasn't in the way that a tombstone would typically be obstructed. bruce had put in sensors to stop anyone from breaking in and stealing anything from inside the grave. not if something broke out. spinning around, you checked the area around you. there was no way he could be alive— he was supposed to be burnt to a crisp, beaten to a pulp. so how was he alive?? 

it was like your whole world was lit on fire. everything you had worked for up until now, gone. if he was alive.. what had you been working for up until now? everything felt numb. stumbling backwards, you started to make your way back to blüdhaven. this was beyond you. of course, as always, there was something your father wasn’t telling you. you didn’t think he already knew jason was alive, but you definitely knew that he knew how he was brought back to life— be it league business, or something more sinister.

kori and dick hadn’t come home yet— they were still off planet. you made your way into your room, stripping yourself of your batgirl suit and changing into an oversized hoodie before falling into bed. this situation was far beyond you. you fell asleep that night with memories and questions plaguing your mind.

you didn’t get much sleep. thoughts and memories of jason swirled through your head, plaguing your dreams and keeping you up most of the night. you had so many and too many questions. why was he alive? how was he alive? when did he come back to life? if you kept thinking about it, you’d be sick. you finally fell asleep around 3 in the morning, and you didn’t sleep too well.

the next morning, you found yourself thinking to the past. despite you joining into some of his little pranks and stunts, bruce never loved jason like he should. that was your father’s biggest feat. he collected kids like they were colorful rocks that he found fascinating. you came right before the first boy wonder— the golden boy, dick grayson. you were still younger than him, but you had more experience with bruce— he was a teen dad at the time, and you were absolutely fascinated with him. he had found a little girl wandering the streets of gotham, right around the same time the caped crusader started running the streets of gotham. the moment he saw your wide, innocent eyes, he gave in. what little heart he had left, it melted. two years later came the aforementioned golden boy, and then he became robin. jason came around 5 or 6 years after that.. and then it was history. 

you thought that after jason’s death, bruce would stop with his need for a child army. he didn’t think to involve you in his nightly war against crime, but that didn’t mean he stopped. he got more violent, but never broke his most important rule. you didn’t want to ask why he wouldn’t kill the joker; it wasn’t an argument worth getting into. but all you knew was that, in his own way, bruce missed jason. but then came cassandra cain. her and barbara were close, and she became batgirl for a time before you did, but you were never exceedingly close with her. you kept it short, because you didn’t want to create any bonds when you had been considering joining jason. 

you laid in bed, thinking about.. well, everything. you wondered how dick would react to the news of jason possibly being alive. would he react harshly? you didn’t know— no, you didn’t want to know. the two weren’t nearly as close as you and jason had been, but dick still loved him like a brother. the next few days were spent in bed, with you wallowing in a pit of your dying self righteousness. dick and kori came home to the apartment mainly untouched, save for haley’s food and water bowl. you only ever got up to shower, take haley out, and change his bowls. you tried to eat, but in you felt like you shouldn’t.  

“i smell an increasing amount of sadness and self-pity coming from this room!” your older brother sang, barging into the room without knocking. haley bolted in, running in circles around the room. you huffed, rolling onto your back to look at dick. you couldn’t imagine how bad you looked right now. “okay, what happened while we were gone?” he frowned, sitting on the edge of your bed, setting. the dog down on it. 

you were silent for a few moments, unsure of how you would tell dick that jason was alive. would he believe you? what if he already knew? he was the only one who wasn’t kept on a strict need to know basis, so it wouldn’t surprise you. taking a deep breath, you swallowed the lump in your throat before looking at the overly happy man next to you. you supposed you would go to hell for ruining his never-ending joyful mood. 

“jason is alive.” you murmured, your voice cracking as you spoke.

you could see dick visibly flinch, and he looked at you with wide eyes. so he didn’t know. now you wish you weren’t the one to break the news to him. “what?” he asked, running a hand over his face. you repeat yourself, willing yourself to sit up and scoot next to him. “i went to his grave. it looked like someone broke out. to make matters worse, there’s some guy running around that looks like a walking, talking fire hydrant.” you huffed, rolling your eyes. “do you think..” he trailed off, turning his head towards you. “i don’t know. maybe. he’s taller and bigger than i remember jason being, but..” you sighed, looking down at your hands. “but?” he asked, furrowing his brows. “i was in gotham. sitting on jason’s stupid ugly gargoyle. fire hydrant walked up to me and said that was his favorite gargoyle. i asked who he was, and then he said ‘who knows’!” you grumbled, raising your hands to rub your temples. 

dick sighed, slumping over. “do you think it’s him? i mean, that could be anybody’s favorite gargoyle.” he said, resting his chin on his hand. you shrugged, and fell back on your bed. “should we ask? or is that too straightforward. would he even answer?” you rambled, frowning. god, you felt bad. this was the most silent you’d ever seen him. dick shrugged, his gaze falling on the floor. “i wouldn’t be surprised. it’s been well over five years; someone could have taken him to a lazarus pit not long after he died.” he explained, causing your brows to furrow. “the what pit?” you asked, looking at him with confusion painted on your face. “it doesn’t surprise me at all that you don’t know about it. the league of assassins has this pit— the lazarus pit— that can bring people back to life. if it’s him, and he’s grown, then it was one hundred percent a lazarus pit that brought him back.” he explained, shaking his head.

you hummed, rubbing your hands over your face. “maybe i can draw him out.” you spoke, looking over at your older brother. your eyes met, his blue eyes piercing into yours. “you? draw him out? you who does the bare minimum?” he laughed, a grin blooming over his face. you rolled your eyes, nudging him with your elbow. “if he tries to fight me, i’ll call. or i’ll run. one or the other,” you smiled, standing up and stretching. 

dick eventually left, and you left late into the night. bruce was probably hunting for jason, given the fact that he’s already broken batman’s form of the golden rule. the no kill rule was fundamental in bruce’s fight against crime— literally. while he said it was so he didn’t turn into those he fought against, you knew it was because if he started, he wouldn’t stop. you made your way into the dark streets of gotham, the streetlights adding a dim hue against the concrete of the sidewalks. you had been lucky up until now— gotham nights had been quiet for a bit. but alas, it was gotham city. when could the city ever be quiet? 

you made your way to the building you had last seen jason at, seeing a figure sitting on the very gargoyle you had been days before. suddenly, you were frozen. your feet were planted in place, and you found yourself being too nervous to approach him. do you call him by his name, or red hood? maybe you should call him by his name. or maybe the nickname? you didn’t know, and your thoughts were soon interrupted by him turning around to face you. 

“jason?” you called out, your voice wavering ever so slightly. he turned back around, and you slowly approached him from behind before sitting down on the edge of the building. it was a serene night, despite the occasional sound of gunshots and screams. it was silent, until a voice rang out. “it looks like you haven’t aged at all,” he said, his voice masked by a modulator. this made you frown, but at least he was talking to you. at least it was jason. “you can barely see what i look like. i can barely see what you look like.” you said, shaking your head and sighing. it was silent for a while before you finally decided to speak up again. “do you wanna talk about it?” you asked, bringing your knees to your chest and hugging them. you watched as he leaned back, his head resting against the wall behind him. while you couldn’t see anything of his features other than how he’d grown, you could see how tired he was. you wondered if he was angry that he was brought back to life. ultimately, you didn’t know how to feel about his return at all.

“why didn’t he kill him?” jason asked, turning to look at you once more. you wondered where he got the helmet from. you weren’t a fan. “you know why—“ you started, only for him to cut you off mid sentence. “don’t give me that bullshit, bluebird. he'd rather protect his enemies more than his own children, and you know that.” he growled, crossing his arms. frowning, you were quick to object. sure, the rule got in the way of getting whatever revenge jason was owed, but it was still apart of his morals. to be honest, you didn’t know where your own morals stood in all of this. “you know that’s not true. you should have seen him after you died! he was hurting, we all were..” you said, leaning to look at his helmet more properly. you wondered what he looked like now, under the helmet. 

you could hear him scoff, and you knew this conversation was going nowhere. "where have you been?" you asked, deciding to drop the topic for right now. he took a minute to reply, and you could tell that you might’ve just hit a nerve. “the league of assassins, hunting black mask, etcetera.” he spoke, making you furrow your brows for the umpteenth time that night. he cut you off before you could even say anything, holding up a finger. “don’t even think about asking.” he huffed, standing up. even on the gargoyle, he was much taller than you were. “where are you going?” you asked, standing up as he climbed onto the roof with you. he tilted his head, and you began to follow behind him. “you don’t live with bruce anymore.” he hummed, the voice modulator making it sound more like a wheeze. “no. i moved in with dick and his girlfriend.” you explained, looking up at him as you fell into step with one another. “babs?” he asked, sounding surprised. he was probably shocked that dick was able to stay chained to someone for so long to move in with them. “no, kori. you know, starfire?” you said, watching as he dropped down from the building. you never knew how they did that all the time. didn’t their legs hurt? you frowned, deciding to go the safe route and slide down the latter instead. “where are we going?” you asked, following him down the alleyway. “i’m taking you home. and i better not see you on the streets again.” he grumbled, walking towards a motorcycle. “don’t say it like that. and you know i can take care of my self– i’m the older one here.” you said, rolling your eyes. “will you at least say hello to dick? he misses you.” you said, climbing onto the motorcycle behind him. you could hear him sigh before practically throwing a helmet at you, which you reluctantly put on. you didn’t need one– you survived dick’s horrendous driving.

there wasn’t much more said on the ride home. you paid more attention to the city flying past you, and the blow of the wind as jason swerved through the night streets of gotham and into blüdhaven. he stopped in another alleyway, and you got off the bike. 

“you’ll come back,” you spoke. it wasn’t a question. “someone has to make sure you and dickhead don’t kill yourselves.” he chuckled, though it was a bit empty. hesitating, you moved towards him and wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him gently. it was the first time in years that you felt mildly okay, even though nothing was really okay. “i love you, jaybird.” you sighed, feeling him pat your back. you knew this was the best you were going to get for now, so you pulled away, giving him a half assed smile. “and if you don’t come back, i’ll send someone to vandalize your grave or something.” you threatened, but he knew it was empty. for the most part. “stay safe.” he said, the engine of the motorcycle revving before he sped off. your shoulders dropped, and you made your way back to dick and kori’s place– home.

when you got back, kori bombarded you with questions. you hadn’t seen her since they left on that mission, since she was checking in on the titans when they got back. you explained everything to her, and she was a bit upset with dick since he hadn’t told her earlier, which was reasonable. the three of you ended up watching a movie before kori dragged you away under the premise of you needing beauty sleep. this was her code for a girl’s day tomorrow. 

that night had been the first night in ages that you had actually slept well. of course, you kept thinking about jason, but you didn’t have any nightmares, and you didn’t have this looming sense of doom hanging over your head when you woke up the next morning. everything was going to be okay. you had people around you that loved you, and despite the state of the city and your lives at the moment, you wouldn't ask to be anywhere else. well, that’s a lie. smallville was looking a lot better than gotham, but that was beside the point. 

you were going to be okay.

[takimakiiiii]

la mano arriba, cintura sola, da media vuelta, danza kuduro 

part5! to the ¡cosmic girl records!

!cosmic girl records!

summary: carnival, beaches, feijoada, the brazil grand prix, your best friend and boyfriend team up to . . . bully you? 

olliebearman x reader & platonic!grid x reader 

fc!: random pics and girls from pinterest, all credits go to their rightful owners in the images used below

warnings: swearing, aussie slander (i’m sorry, turning on my own kind fr), lando insults y/n’s singing 😔, girlfriend stealing

a/n: thank you for how quickly ‘make tacos not war’ got to 100 likes! Here’s part 5 to the cosmic girl records!

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unfortunatelyy/n: her name was lola, she was a showgirl 🇧🇷

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user2: WITH YELLOW FEATHERS IN HER HAIR

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 user4: AND A DRESS CUT DOWN TO THERE 

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 user5: SHE WOULD MERENGUE 

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 user6: AND DO THE CHA CHA 

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 user7: 💃💃💃

 user10: who’s lola i don’t get it 😓

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 user15: the entire nation just took a sigh 

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 user11: suffer in silence you uncultured swine 

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 user12: damn 😭

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 user13: it’s a song lol, yk Copacabana by barry manilow 

user14: always count on y/n to give you best f1 content 

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 landonorris: not to brag but we absolutely smashed you guys 

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 lilymhe: no need to rub it in lando onewin 

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 user1: LANDO ONEWIN HELP 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: yeah pal, you guys literally won by 1 point 

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 landonorris: we still won 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: I DEMAND A REMATCH

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 lilymhe: y/n nO

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 landonorris: so you can lose again?

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 unfortunatelyy/n: SO WE CAN BEAT YOUR SORRY ASSES 

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 olliebearman: you’re so scary when your mad, i can see your fuming while you stare at your phone 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: why do you like exposing me so much 😞

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 olliebearman: it’s out of love 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: sure whatever 😒

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 olliebearman: she’s literally hugging me right now

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 unfortunatelyy/n: I’M BREAKING UP WITH YOU 

user8: ugh to have friends like the f1 grid 

user9: COPACABANA, MUSIC AND PASSION WERE ALWAYS THE FASHION

 georgerussell64: thank you for capturing my good side in that photo

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 unfortunatelyy/n: you just want to talk about your abs don’t you?

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 georgerussell64: yes 😌

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 unfortunatelyy/n: GET OUT OF MY COMMENT SECTION 

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 georgerussell64: OKAY OKAY GEEZ SO AGGRESSIVE 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT 

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 georgerussell64: OKAY I’M GOING 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: GO AWAYYYY📢

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unfortunatelyy/n: i love my friends 🥲

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user1: LET MY GIRL SING HER DISNEY SONGS 🗣️

user2: “do i look like national geographic” OSCAR PLS 😭

 user3: HELP “friends” how does it feel ollie 😭😭

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 olliebearman: 🥲

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 unfortunatelyy/n: whoops 🫣

 oscarpiastri: i’m sorry but it was a dumb question

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 unfortunatelyy/n: IT WAS VALID THOUGH DO THEY

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 oscarpiastri: why would u ask me tho 😭

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 unfortunatelyy/n: isn’t it obvious, you’re one of those vegemite eating people who ride kangaroos to school and go “crikey mate” 

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 oscarpiastri: I-

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 user6: she’s not wrong 

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 olliebearman: it’s okay you get used to it 

user4: it’s okay guys, ollie and y/n are sophisticated adults who purchase vegetables responsibly 

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 landonorris: okay but u were loud asf and it was 2am 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: u a grown ass man who goes to sleep before 2am?! 

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 landonorris: YES??? I HAVE A JOB??

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 unfortunatelyy/n: damn ok 😒 that’s still unfortunate

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 landonorris: okay miss insomniac, no one wants to hear a live production of Frozen on a budget at 2 in the morning 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: ouch that hurt 

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 landonorris: i’m sorry it's just the truth, i’m pretty sure the entire hotel doesn’t want to be hearing it too 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: was i really that loud??

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 landonorris: we share a wall. and yes. 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: damn ok 😔

user5: i can confirm as an australian, koalas do get angry 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: I KNEW IT 

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unfortunatelyy/n: um, dois, três . . . carnival!

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 user1: she’s STUNNING how did ollie bag her

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 user2: pasta.

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 user1: what?

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 user2: long story.

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 user7: only the real OG’s know 

user2: Olá do Brasil! 🇧🇷

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user3: oh to be y/n 😔

 user4: does she have a job or does she just travel and cling off ollie

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 user6: she just graduated and is going to be an engineer for mercedes next year 

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 user4: damn my bad ya’ll, respect 🫡

 lilymhe: MARRY ME 😍

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 unfortunatelyy/n: 💍

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 alex_albon: nO StOp 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: @lilymhe u know this loser?

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 lilymhe: nope he doesn’t ring a bell 

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 alex_albon: I’M LITERALLY COOKING LUNCH FOR YOU 

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 lilymhe: hm you seem to be on your phone rather than cooking 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: are you feeling okay honey? i’ve got the psychiatric ward on the phone 

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 lilymhe: cancel that mf 

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 alex_albon: do i mean nothing to you

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 lilymhe: who are you again?

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 alex_albon: I’M GOING TO EAT YOUR LUNCH 

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 lilymhe: no wait 

 olliebearman: hey there gorgeous 😍

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 unfortunatelyy/n: i’m going to light you on fire

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 olliebearman: WHAT 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: yep say goodbye to that mfing ice cream hair

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 olliebearman: i didn’t realise you hated the hair that much 😔

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 unfortunatelyy/n: well now u do 🤗

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 olliebearman: ☹️

user5: i’m sorry ollie she’s right, the hair is just not hitting 

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unfortunately/n: dig, set, spike . . . right?

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 landonorris: yes duh if that wasn’t obvious 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: that block button is looking really nice right now 

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 landonorris: mhm we all know how that went down last time 

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 user2: GUYS THEY’RE TALKING IN FULL SENTENCES WHAT DO WE DO 

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 user3: who knew they had that many words in their vocabulary 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: @landonorris that was a moment of weakness 

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 user4: what are they yapping on about 😭

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 landonorris: what if i told everyone 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: you wouldn’t live to see another day 

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 user5: HELP WE STAN A PSYCHO

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 olliebearman: oh hey guys are we talking about the time y/n was threatening to block lando and she accidentally called emergency services at 3am and they heard her shouting so they dispatched police to her house and kicked her door down 😃

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 user6: WHAT 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: WHY DO YOU HATE ME 

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 user7: when did it become lando AND ollie bullying y/n 😭😭

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 landonorris: and may i add, that occasion wasn’t the only time y/n called someone when threatening to block me 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: 🖕🖕

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 user8: not the double middle finger 

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 user9: oh she mad 

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unfortunatelyy/n: lovely photos, boys 

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 user1: sorry but i speak for everyone when i say WE LOVE Y/N

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 user2: SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK 

 user3: the ollie pic 😭

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 user4: y/n was not joking when she said she had mad photoshop skills 

 charles_leclerc: WHAT DID I DO 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: live.

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 user5: charles must be having deja vu 

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 charles_leclerc: WHEN DID U EVEN TAKE THAT PHOTO

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 unfortunatelyy/n: your girlfriend took the photo for me 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: i mean, my wife 

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 charles_leclerc: WOW. @alexandrasaintmleux 

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 alexandrasaintmleux: 😊

 olliebearman: sorry 😔 it’ll never happen again i was getting blackmailed 

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 user6: ollie’s such an easy target in everything im afraid 

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 landonorris: YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO TELL HER U DUMBASS 

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 olliebearman: whoops 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: @landonorris 🤨

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 landonorris: i have no idea what hes talking about 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: sounds suspicious but ok 

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 olliebearman: WHY ARE YOU BELIEVING HIM 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: WHY DO YOU ASK SO MANY QUESTIONS 

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 olliebearman: just say you hate me already 😔

taglisttime!: @ilivbullyingjeongin

a/n: thank you for reading! i hope it made you laugh, have a happy + safe day xoxo santanasaintmendes <3

[shrimpyjackal]

pls tell us more abt swap cupid! im also kinda enterested in Juan`s role in here, i assume he is the cupis here, right?

CHAT IS THES REAL SHRIMP IS ANSWERING THE INBOX STUFF ANT NOT DOING TASKS OR PLAYING AFK FOR REAL????

Coincidentally, Eros usually gets kids that are thrown in a new environment or conditions, like Remy and his moving situation! If he wasnt occupied with his baby-superstar, Eros prob woud`ve gotten Chloe /hj Rem actually got his love for coffee from his godparent (i hc theadult OG Remy would like tea more btw-)

Funny thing:Remy actually met THE cupid. Even before Timmy or Chloe did.

After his family pointed out kid havent received any valentine cards on Feb 14th They moved in January-. Remy didnt care abt any of that, but after his dad said that it means no one like-likes him and this is diabolical for a Buxaplenty- Rem demanded to see the magnificent dude. the Don Juan Valentine Magnifico was amused by a kid that wasn`t satisfied with absence of a random pink heart-card.

And then Remy commited a teeny-tiny arrow theft. He does not need to steal a bow,he has one already. kid has funky hobbies

Magnifico was mad ofc, but the love-arrow was returned safely shortly after. Kid did not have the guts to shoot someone, even if that was a special arrow.

[gingersnaptaff]

It's time for Who do you think is Welsh mythology Arthuriana's most sexy man, lady, God or dubious entity (Part 3 - thr five G's edition.)

First off: Gwydion - Absolute tricksy bastard. Man I legally have to hate or I will perish. Arguably the main character of the fourth branch of the Mabinogi. He proceeds to cause chaos to allow his brother, Gilfaethwy, to rape their Uncle Math's foothold Goewin. How do they do this you might ask? BY STEALING PRYDERI'S FUCKING PIGS. When Pryderi finds out about this - Gwydion had given him dogs made out of magic essentially - he's fuckin livid and declares war on Gwynedd. (As u do.) When the war doesn't work Pryderi and Gwydion have single combat on top of Y Felen Rhyd. Pryderi loses because of [Gwydion's] 'strength and valour and magic and enchantment' and dies. Later - after three years once he and Gilfaethwy are forced by Math to transform into a stag and a hind, a pig and a sow, and a wolf and his bitch (and they also have kids who Math then adopts) - he aids his nephew/possible son, Lleu Llaw Gyffes, in his escapades with Blodeuwedd.

Gwyn ap Nudd - simply the coolest man. Often gets confused with Arawn which I don't get. Brother of Edern, Creiddylad, Lludd and Llefelys. Sometimes has antlers which I mean that's not Gwyn, that's Cernunnos. Best known for featuring in Culhwch ac Olwen where u get the full rundown of his May Day fight with Gwythyr (which yes I imagine gets him fucking battered each year) after Gwyn's abducted Creiddylad. Gwythyr also does the - admittedly unwise - thing and wages war against Gwyn. In the process of this Gwyn 'captured ... Nwython and Cyledyr Wyllt, his son, and forced Cyledyr to eat his father's heart and because of that Cyledyr went mad.' Also, 'God has put the devils of Annwfn in him.' I have to stand. He's also king of the Tylwyth Teg, and once tried to trick Saint Collen. Also wears a blue and red particoloured tunic like 🤷 incredibly fashion forward. Plus he has a cloud white dog called Dormarch and his nose glows red. Djdjddjdjd

Gofannon - God of smithing. Brother of the aforementioned Gwydion and also Aranrhod, Amaethon, and Gilfaethwy. Dôn, u have way too many kids. Sndjdkd He's a bit-part character in all honesty, but he's mentioned in Culhwch ac Olwen as being needed to 'set the plough. He will not undertake work willingly save for a rightful king, nor can u force him.' He also BATTERED HIS NEPHEW, DYLAN AIL DON, TO DEATH IN A PRIME DICK MOVE. 😡😡😡 I want to gnaw his fuckin arms off.

Geraint - pls don't vote for this man. PLS. He abuses Enid and is just The Worst. I can't think of a single good thing he does. Horrid bastard. He was put on this earth to make my life hell, I'm only including him to make up the numbers. DON'T VOTE FOR HIM. I'M PUTTING HIM IN THE BIN. PUSHING HIM OFF YR WYDDFA AS WE SPEAK.

Gwenhwyfar - OG GUINEVERE. MY WIFE. I AM LEGALLY MARRIED TO HER. I HAVE A BOOK I AM (hoping) TO GET BACK INTO WRITING ABOUT HER. I THINK SHE'S THE BEST OKAY?! Her name means 'white phantom' and she's amazing. Either there are three Gwenhwyfar's or one Gwenhwyfar depending on what u read (triads or the Mab) Probably best known as Arthur's queen, she features in the three romance tales - and is mentioned by Arthur in Culhwch ac Olwen where he's like 'yeah my wife is like the seventh thing ur legally not entitled to AFTER PRYDWEN, HIS FUCKIN B O A T (Arthur, get ur fuckin priorities in ORDER. UR WIFE CAN FUCKIN HEAR U.) - she's known as being the cause of Camlann after either her sister Fach slaps her or Medrawd- who Fach is married to - pulls her from her throne and strikes her. There's a ref in a Hywel ab Owain poem about a possible question Arthur had to undertake to get her from her father Ogrfan's hall. I don't know what but like I go CRAZY thinking about it. She's a giantess, she had a cross - Croes Gwenhwyfar- in Llangollen that Edward Lhyud mentions, her son, Llacheu, dies by Gwalchmai's hand, she's honestly so so so so fun and fuck it it's my poll so like VOTE FOR MY WIFE. In my head, she looks like this:

(I can't take the credit for drawing her. @wildbasil drew her for me.)

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Bro why my brain gotta make ideas 24/7. Damn adhd wtf man.

Another au thing suggestion, idea, idk feel free to get inspired, but it's a crossover of tmnt 2012 and rottmnt.

I just- I can't get it out of my mind. Like what if Mud Dogs Dastardly Danny randomly found some turtle baby in, idk, an alley and adopted a reincarnated 2012 Donnie, basically becoming his mafia dad.

Like bro just pulls out a gun on people who threaten his turtle baby because they confuse Donnie for the other turtles or just cause he's in the mob...

And he steals stuff to support his scientific endeavors...

Then maybe throw in some friend drama where Don meets rottmnt Donnie and they become friends but Danny is kind of peeved about getting tricked by Raph still...

Or Don feeling uncomfortable because of his dad's mob stuff...

Maybe some resurfaced memories of his past life...

Maybe his brothers are also there but he never knows...

Just. I need it. I might make it. I will not stop anyone from making instead. I must be fueled.

Gib me Father!Dastardly Danny of Reincarnated!Donatello 2012.

Pls, I'm just gonna start randomly making doodles of this aren't I 💀 dammit

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zest {chapter two}

Pairing: Chef! Joel Miller x Professor! Reader (formally known as Bartender! Reader)

Summary: Encounters with people from the past, a breakdown, a physical altercation, and an end of the semester getaway all bring you closer to Joel.

Word Count: 4k:

Warnings: canon typical violence (fleeting), canon typical language, canon typical angst, generational trauma, religious trauma, feelings of isolation and loneliness, reader goes briefly catatonic, reader has a breakdown, reader has a lot of emotions, blood, minor injuries, falling apart on the bathroom floor (i know i've been there), rude people, offensive behavior, body shaming, fat shaming, reader gets shoved one (1) time, feral joel, joel beats the crap out of someone, joel goes into protective mode, threatening words, um i think those are all the major ones pls let me know if i need to add more!

REMINDER: this is a sequel series, the previous series can be found here {garnish}

A/N: uh, so the opening scene of this is very reflective of how i've been feeling lately. generational trauma + close quarters living situation with a mother who i have a complicated relationship with + trying to pick myself back up after what seems like an entire year of intense events and emotions + the recent drama i faced on here + preparing to move across the country in three weeks' time= a very very emotional dev. apologies for that, sincerely. hopefully the rest of the chapter makes y'all excited to read about them again.

ao3 link || series masterlist || joel miller masterlist || ko-fi

The trip gets marked down on the calendar at the restaurant as well as the one in the kitchen of your home. Ellie had been rifling through the pantry when she noticed it and she immediately whipped her phone out and snapped a photo before letting out a suspicious cackling laugh.

“Hey, what are you doing?” She jumps, completely blindsided by you walking in from the backyard, the sliding door hushing shut behind you. You had decided to get some sun while you worked on the last few finals that needed to be graded. The laptop you need to desperately replace closed and held to your side as you cross the space to set it atop the dining table. When you turn to look back at her, Ellie’s phone is mysteriously gone and she’s coolly watching you.

“Just lookin’ for something to eat, I’m staaaaarving!”

“Joel’s getting stuff for dinner, if you want to stay. But I was gonna sneak that last piece of pie if you wanna share it with me?”

“I’ll get it, just sit and take it easy.”

“I swear, all you Millers are the same. I’m fine, Ellie, only two months along.”

“Just lemme be nice, will ya?”

“Being nice to me won’t change your grade.”

“So it needs to be….better, right? When you say changed? As in an A plus plus?”

“All I can disclose is that you passed.”

“The course or the final?”

“Both.”

“Fuck yeah!”

The funky song for Joel’s ringtone goes off and you reach for it from the pocket of your sweatpants. It had been a bare minimum effort day for you, stealing one of the man’s shirts and donning a pair of baggy bottoms despite the heat, a chill having settled in your bones out of nowhere.

“Your daughter is cussing at me.” She’s waving her arms across the kitchen, signaling for you to stop and you wonder if she hadn’t told him if she needed help with groceries this month.

“Well, the fuck are you doin’ to her?” Is his cheeky response, you can hear the grin in his voice, and it makes you smile as you look down at the pile of stuff that needs your attention.

“Being nice.”

“Uh-huh, you two are- oh excuse me, didn’t see ya there. Oh. Uh, darlin’, I’ll call you back.” You faintly hear her name as the line drops and your heart goes with it.

Valerie.

Ellie settles across form you with the pan that holds the pie, whip cream added all around it and some chocolate syrup. But you don’t even smell the assault of sugar as a feeling of dread overwhelms you makes your stomach tighten. You’re unable to hear her concerned calls of your name, of her claims to have just been joking and she didn’t mean to upset you. They don’t register as you leave everything behind at the table and tread up the stairs and close yourself in the master bathroom.

“Sabrosa?” Joel’s voice is low on the other side of the door, but you can’t muster up a response. The rosary your grandmother had made you wear every Sunday and Wednesday to services tight in your grip as you sit on the fluffy rug you had convinced Joel you needed to cover the tiles in the bathroom. You feel it ingrained into your skin, if you were to get up, indentations of the texture would begin to itch from how long you had been settled atop it.

“Darlin’? You in here?” The handle to the door jiggles a little, signalling his attempt at coming in. He calls your name, worry lacing his gravely voice and making your insides clench that you were pulling such a reaction from him. He’s knocking on the door, but you can’t bring yourself to answer, consumed by the thought of being completely and utterly alone. Tommy’s questions about family circling in your head, the realization that Joel had voiced about the guests for the eventual wedding that you weren’t sure was even going to happen because he hadn’t asked you yet.

You had no family, none that would show up even if you did send out invitations. But Joel…Joel had family. A mother, a brother, two daughters, a sister in law, a nephew…the mother of his first born child.

Tears well up again, hot as they race down your cheeks, tender from the way you had been pressing your palms to them, your nose is raw from rubbing tissues against it to wipe away snot and the ugliness of your emotions. Your lips were swollen from the way you worried them with your teeth, unable to help the actions as you broke into pieces on the bathroom floor of the man whose child you carried in your belly.

The knocking turns into thudding, his shoulder colliding with the wood of the door now but still you can’t get your voice to work. The thought of him running into someone he knows on an intimate level, who he still carried some form of love for hurting deep in your chest. It’s all so much, the edges of the cross dig into your palm as you clench around the blessed glass. You hear it crunch faintly, feel the sting of it as it slices your skin open, the blood dripping down your arm as you hang it from your propped up knees.

Splitting wood sounds and it’s so loud it should jostle you from your catatonic state, but it doesn’t. Not even the door thudding into the inside wall of the bathroom as Joel’s form shoves it out of his way rouses you, the lock now broken, and the knob barely connected to the door as it hangs from where he must’ve kicked it in.

You can’t see him through your tightly clenched eyes as he falls to his knees in front of you, his arms coming around you as he sees you huddled into yourself on the floor. He’s murmuring something, but you can’t hear it over the ringing in your ears. Hurtful words and judgments in the voice of your stepmother echoing and bouncing off of each other. He’s burring his nose into your hair, pulling you into him as he settles down in front of you, tugging your limp body into his lap and cradling you close.

He's shouting now, though there’s no anger in his tone, no heat to his words as he begs with you to come back to him, to say something, anything. You can’t see anything when you do open your eyes, his arms so tight around you, your face held into his chest by the back of your head. One large hand tangled into your hair. You hear a small voice from the doorway, asking if someone needs to be called because there’s blood.

Something is dripping onto you, and it confuses you as you begin to descend back into your body. Tears are dripping from Joel’s chin, raining down onto your forehead and the feeling reminds you of being blessed with holy water, but you’ve never felt less deserving of such an act. The christening of his tears doesn’t bring anything but shame as you try to pull your face away from the fabric of his shirt that smells so much like everything you’ve ever wanted. He’s looking down at you as you manage to tilt your head up and meet his glistening eyes. Your mouth feels dry, tongue made of cotton as you try to soothe him, soothe the hurt you’ve caused. But all that manages to sprout from your chest is a whimper, your hand suddenly on fire as you feel the damage done by the rosary.

He's gently prying your hand from where both are curled into your chest, causing your breath to huff out as his thick fingers shakily unfold your own to reveal the glass imbedded into your skin. Blood smearing across his skin as he touches your own.

“Fuck, sweetheart, I think we need to take you to the emergency room for this.” His eyes meet yours and you feel monumentally worse for the fear and concern you see swirling in them. They’re rimmed red from his tears, his face flushed from his efforts to get to you through the door, his breathing a labored staccato as you realize his heart is beating harshly in his heaving chest. He’s trying to be calm, he’s trying to focus on the one thing he can do something about in that moment: to get the blood to stop dripping down your arm.

He’s reaching for the hand towel on the counter but Ellie’s stepping into the room to hand it to him so he doesn’t jostle you too much. She’s quiet, her earlier mood completely gone and it’s all because of you. A hiss passes through your lips as Joel carefully extracts the unbroken part of the cross from your palm, the beaded chain dragging across your forearm as he hands it to Ellie, she has a washcloth ready to wrap it up in, to try and keep the remainder of it safe. She’s frowning, face so serious as she watches her father hold you on the floor.

“I-I’m so-sorry.” You hiccup as you feel more tears well up, but Joel is gently shushing you as he presses his lips to your forehead, your cheek, the corner of your mouth. The towel is being pressed to your hand, light pressure hurting even though you know he’s doing his best to be as careful as possible.

“Nothin’ to be sorry for, got a little overwhelmed is all. It’s okay, you’re okay.”

“I-I don’t know what happened, I just- you- I…” Words don’t make sense, nothing could explain the wave of intense emotion that had slammed into you. All over the uttering of a name.

“It’s okay, we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to or can’t.” Joel’s gently tying the towel into a knot to keep it secure. “We gotta get you up, get you into the truck. Can you feel your legs or would you rather me carry you, it don’t matter to me. Don’t want to push your body anymore, okay?”

“I…I think I can stand up.” But when he tries to help you do so, the fuzzy feeling in your legs doesn’t allow for you to. He’s already got an arm around your waist, the other holding your non-injured hand, ready to catch you when it happens. He’s warm, so warm when he quietly murmurs to you as he bends his knees and lifts you up into his arms. Securing yourself with one arm over his shoulder, the other rests in the curve of your lap as he descends the stairs and loads you up into the truck.

“Gonna set you down and run back downstairs for somethin’, okay? I’ll be right back, I promise.” Joel’s voice is so soft, so close as he brushes the end of his nose over yours as he lays you down on the freshly made bed. He’s careful as he pulls back the covers on your side, exposing the soft micro plush blanket between the comforter and the fitted sheet. He angles the pillows exactly how you prefer before he scoops you back up in his arms and lays you in the spot. The blankets are laid over you, body pliant and willing under his touch as the medicine from the hospital works its way through your system. A mild sedative, fluids, and a shot of pain killers had all been administered in an IV.

He's smoothing your hair from your face with a brush of his hand before he kisses the corner of your mouth and disappears through the doorway. Your eyes follow him and then glide to the door of the bathroom. But the splintered wood and broken knob are gone, a new door in its place. You feel your lower lip tremble and you tuck your face into the pillow as you roll slightly to your side and face his part of the bed.

Your favorite candle is burning, the rich honey and cotton blossom scent filling the room in a soothing caress. Ellie had followed in her car, a bag of clothes you typically lounged in warm from a spin in the dryer. An oversized Miller contracting short, faded black and dulled yellow wording. A pair of sweats that didn’t have blood stains all over it. A pair of your thick hiking socks to keep the chill of the hospital away as you lay there for hours while the nurses poked and prodded at you, ensuring the health of you and your baby was okay.

Neither her nor Joel mentioned the exact details of the state they had found you in, knowing the state’s penchant for tossing mentally ill patients into the building just down the road, the inpatient behavioral health center. It was known for its mandatory seventy-two hour holds on people dumped or transferred there, lack of communication and lack of funding making it a nightmare to emerge before a week is up and your entire life is upended. It had a bad reputation, to say the least, and no one wanted to have to fight for your release should the doctor sign you over.

The smell of fresh coffee wafts up the stairs before Joel appears back in the doorway with two mugs, decaf. He had agreed that it would be better for your niggling headaches and nausea to compromise on this version of your preferred drink versus the jarring switch to tea for ever morning and evening. It was more than a way to get your caffeine, it was comfort in a cup and Joel carefully hands the one he doesn’t set aside to you. His large hands are cupped around yours as he helps you to bring the rim up and take a sip from it.

“Figured the real thing would be better right now. But just the one cup, okay baby?” His voice is raspy from his yelling, you realize, and you flick your eyes over the mug to find them already trained on you.

“Th-thank you.”

“Anythin’ for you, you know that.” He’s pulling the mug from you and places it beside his on your bedside table. He’s caught off guard when you fling your body toward him, settling in his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck, burying your face into the crook of his neck. His little ‘oof!’ of surprise loud in the silent room.

“It’s okay,” He whispers as he presses his face into your hair. The stitches beneath gauze and bandages sting a little as you pull back to press your palms to his chest.

“I…I got overwhelmed…” You can’t meet his eyes, gaze focused on his bottom lip. Trying to ground yourself in the moment, the pink of it from him worrying the skin as he held your non-injured hand throughout the entire visit, the way it forms part of the face you love, how it tastes against your own, how it feels against your skin. All of it was helping you to stay in the moment, the medications beginning to make you a bit dizzy now that you’re safely in your shared space with him once again.

“Nothin’ wrong with that, I promise.” He’s still whispering, afraid of being too loud, of startling you or spooking you. “We’re here for you, no matter what.”

“My head feels funny…” You sway in his grip, his large hands holding your back through the motion.

“Let’s get you to bed, you’re probably a little stoned, mama.”

You only hum in response as he lays you down against the pillows, his nose brushing over yours as he lays over you, hovering to not put any of his weight on you as he balances on his elbows and knees. A long blink and you’re looking into his eyes, seeing the concern and worry swirling in them. Adoration and love in them as he leans down and presses a chaste kiss to your chapped lips.

“I love you so much, please- please don’t ever forget that, darlin’.”

“Won’t.”

His lips are trailing down your chin, pressing underneath your jaw, down the side of your neck, one of his hands sneaking below the fabric of your loose shirt to rest over your heart. The warmth of his skin and the feeling of him pressed close as he settles down between your legs now feels like home. He’s still moving lover, his lips ghosting over your collarbones over the shirt, the slight swell of your stomach.

“Love you both so much.” He’s looking up as he uses his other hand to expose the bump that is your baby, a silent question. At your small nod and fluttering eyelashes, his lips pepper kisses all over the skin of your stomach, your ribs, before he finally shifts a little to rest his cheek against the bump and breathes in deep. You’re asleep before he even exhales.

The city of Austin on either side of the highway is a blur as Joel guides the truck at a fast pace away from the hustle and bustle of where you share your lives. A week away, to Dallas, as promised that one morning when he had been trying to sooth your worries. A prominent theme that you try not to feel ashamed of, something he said he would do every day t0 assert the love he has for you. Would always have for you.

He’s got a hand on your thigh, the fabric of your sundress rucked up slightly but he’s not teasing or playing games. You’re sipping the last of your clear soda from a fast-food lunch a few hours back when you had just gotten loaded up and on the road.

There’s a small notebook in your lap with a list of things you wanted to check out. Some Joel had spent evenings looking into with a pair of thick rimmed glasses on the edge of his nose as you slept soundly beside him. He marked the free ones and then the ones with exhibits you had fawned over. He always admired the way you talked about things that interested you, even if he didn’t understand the first thing about any of it. The way your eyes light up as you paused movies to talk about certain historical facts or the fun facts you had to share with him in those moments. He wouldn’t trade them for anything, relishing in the way you weren’t nervous or afraid to voice the thoughts that sprung up. He was looking forward to seeing it happen as you guided him through exhibits and to see the excitement and happiness he hoped this trip would bring you both.

His hands are on the steering wheel now, the sight of you slightly slumped back and just watching the world pass by through your sunglasses making him glance down at where yours are lax beside the notebook.

The bandage is still there on your hand, from that terrifying moment he had found you crumpled and shut down on the bathroom floor. His heart had been in his throat, the blood loud in his ears and his mind screaming at him to do something, anything to make the moment pass and for you to come back to him. The time spent in the hospital that night had worried him they would see the incident as a reason to screen your mental state, with how despondent you had been the entire time. The worry of them asking to speak with you alone while he answers a few questions of his own in the hallway.

He knew they had been doing their jobs, covering all of their bases, ensuring you were truly okay and not there of something done to you. The tests detailing your pregnancy alerting them in a way he hadn’t anticipated. Just the thought of deliberately hurting you made his stomach uneasy and his heart ache, he wanted nothing but the best for you. The proof of such in letting you go when you had asked, hopeful you would return to him. And you had. But he was glad they had been thorough, should his own daughters show up in a similar situation he would want them to do the same.

“Feelin’ okay with the driving?”

“Hmm?” You’re rolling your head toward him, reminding him of the way you had done so when you were drunk and munching on French fries the first night you had kissed.

“Asked if you were feelin’ okay?” He’s reaching for your again, tangling his fingers with the ones on your left hand. “No nausea or dizziness?”

“Nah, I’m okay.” Lifting his hand up, his heart thumps in his chest as he’s all too aware of the item he’s got hidden in the depths of his bag behind his seat, he feels your lips on his skin. He wants to for the rest of his days and he only hopes you want that too.

“Darlin’,” He’s breathing into the back of your neck, walking up behind you standing on the balcony of the room to wrap his arms around you, palms resting over your middle. Your heart is beating wildly, the scent of him and the memories you share with him all consuming you in that moment. You’re gasping as you feel a flutter in your stomach and you both freeze.

“Joel, did-“

“Our baby just kicked for the first time, mama.”

Turning to face him, you don’t bother to hide the tears of happiness wetting your eyes. His own are shining in the setting sunlight, every sound from the street below of the bustling city fading as you meet them. Your hands are resting alongside his, feeling the flutter again. A nervous giggle falls from your lips and he’s smiling so wide as he huffs out an incredulous laugh.

“Oh my god, this-this is really happening.”

“It really is,” Confusion furrows your brow as he’s shifting down to his knees. He’s nosing along your middle, one hand slipping away as he groans at the feeling of the ground below him. “You make me the happiest man, make me feel like I’m getting the chance to catch my breath.”

“What-“

“I didn’t know it when you first came to work that you would end up being one of the most important people in my life. But I’m so grateful that you did, because I have so much love for you. For the life we created right here,” Pulling back a little, he’s looking up at you with eyes so earnest and deep you feel your breath catch and the fluttering kicks up again in your stomach. “I want to do right by you and give you everything you feel like you missed out on, that you deserve.”

He’s holding his other hand up, the one still touching you breaking away as he opens up the small brown velvet box he’s cradling. The tears are now trickling down your cheeks, the ring catching the golden light shining down on your both. It’s as beautiful as he is, all polished gold and sparkling diamonds. It’s simple but it makes you feel seen in a way you never had before.

“Darlin’, will you do me the honor of letting me be your husband?” His nerves are obvious as he tracks the way your eyes rove over the ring, the box, your hands still over your middle, his face as he looks up at you. The shaky nod of your head and the warbled ‘yes’ of your answer gifts you the biggest, gummy smile that does nothing to quell the fast beating of your heart.

He’s surging up, kissing the tears from your cheeks as he laughs, stealing the same sound from your mouth as he slots his lips against yours. Again and again until the sun dips below the horizon.

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hey i wrote another smut!! 18+ pls&thx!!

Underfell Sans x Reader smut, 7.1k

BLURB: "fuckin- wait," His smile gives way to annoyance as he grabs your hand, "i'm tellin' ya, i ain't fuckin' sick."

You open your mouth, but he barrels over you, "an' i can prove it! have sex with me."

... Your eyebrow raises, skeptically.

"If that was supposed to drop my panties-"

"no! just-" He takes your other hand, looking exasperated as he drags you between his knees, "r'member what i said abou' how we deal with flares?"

"Fighting, fucking, or meditation?"

"exactly," He steals a chaste kiss, "i don' wanna fight'cha. not the real, drag-out kinda brawlin' i'd need, anyway. meditation don' do jackshit for me. so..."

reader's reviews:

"Really fun, really sweet fic. The characters are nice, the sex was pretty hot, it was great. It’s gonna be a big hit with the skeleton fuckers ❤️" - my fiancée

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Baekhyun x fem!reader (wc - 21.1k) time travel AU - romance, angst, fluff Tired of constant fights of your parents, you found herself in the attic where an old wardrobe stood at the corner years before your family moved in the house. What could an antique furniture do to change your life? Meet someone from the past? Because you totally did.

Guys My Age by @bvidzsoo

Baekhyun x fem!reader (wc - 6.7k) best friend´s brother - fluff, angst(ish), smut Baekhyun was your best friends brother. You grew up knowing him and his sister. Having feelings was a thing,,,but him liking you back, not so expected. You had enough of stupid high school guys, but did Baekhyun want you?

home by @baekhyunsbestie

Baekhyun x fem!reader (wc - 4.4k) established relationship - fluff, smut

sweet by @kaleidohscopic

Baekhyun x fem!reader (wc - 4.4k) friends to lovers, mutual pining - fluff, suggestive it's one thing to run into the guy you maybe, used to have a little bit of a thing for at your mutual friends' birthday party. it's another thing to find out he maybe, used to have a little bit of a thing for you too.

series

For Me by @spacequokka

Baekhun x fem!reader (wc - 6.5k + 7.3k) best friends to lovers - fluff, smut When your best friend Baekhyun asks you over to his place for dinner, you see this as your chance to make your feelings known. But what to wear? You drag him with you to pick out a dress sure to drive him up the wall. part 1, part 2

Siren by @cyberexo

Baekhyun x fem!reader (wc - 7.1k) supernatural, strangers to lovers - fluff, smut part 1, part 2

Lost and Found & Stay the Night by @icequeenbae

Baekhyun x fem!reader (wc - 3.3k + 3.2k) exes to lovers, second chance - fluff, angst, smut (only 2nd part) Baekhyun bumps into you while dropping his friend’s niece off in daycare. It’s been almost three years since you’d disappeared, so you definitely have a lot to catch up on. Especially because your carefully maintained secret is now out…

City Lights by @suhoerections

a collection of stories

[thegamingcatmom]

OKAY I KNOW I LITERALLY JUST SENT AN ASK BUT LIKE- 😭 I need your opinion on this.

How would each of the sisters (and then the 3 of them all together) react to MC being kidnapped.. this can be in the Feral world or the normal one up to you!

Imagine it's one of the cullens or something, they see a human all alone at the Denali's home (Don't ask how MC is home.. alone at that) and they don't think to ask before stealing.

BUUUTT would it be worse if it was someone like Victoria?? Or a random nomad that seen MC at the store (with idk Kate I feel like Kate would HATTEE the store) and MC gets snatched?

-💙

THAT´S TOTALLY FINE LOVE GO WILD PLS AND TY. 😭

(Honestly: Asks keep the thirst alive. ❤️‍🔥)

As for your question:

That's it that's my answer, lmao.

On a more serious note though:

It doesn't really matter which universe we're talking (at least when we fast forward a bit in The Sisters where MC's no longer in danger of getting her face eaten by Irina, lol) because the reaction would be more or less the same:

All-consuming wrath that will obliterate everything in its path.

(In other words: Stay out of their way and you´re good. Perhaps.)

As for their separate reactions:

I actually don´t think there´s much to "separate" here because it´s really just one massive inferno that will burn you alive if you step too close. Vampiric rage, especially when it comes to their mate/chosen one, is a force to be reckoned with because it´s blind to everything else. It´s uncontrollable and doesn´t differentiate between friend or foe. Anyone who stands between them and their mate becomes an enemy.

That counts for the Cullens as well, of course. No matter which universe.

Yknow, it´s kinda funny you mention the Cullens in the context of kidnapping someone because I do have some plans for them in The Sisters that may or may not involve MC getting "removed" from her current situation and moved to somewhere else instead. 😏

Does that mean they´re literally gonna steal her? Well, when you ask the Denalis, that´s a clear YES, lmao. Vampires are territorial creatures, and not just when it comes to their land.

MC, on the other hand?

Somehow, I don´t think she´d mind being "stolen" all that much. Guess we´ll have to wait and see. 😅

ANYHOW-

I think it´s safe to say no stone would be left unturned if MC got kidnapped.

...Again.

Honestly-

When has this become her life? Why has this become her life? Girl´s being passed around like a bag of potato chips. 🥔🍟😭

But, yknow, I think it´s just so funny to imagine the Denalis acting all outraged and righteous in the face of MC being abducted when they´ve literally done the same to her. Talk about fucking double standards-

Kate: "But we stole her first!"

...Well okay then. Makes sense.

(It really doesn´t.)

ANYWAY-

I don´t think "our" Cullens would ever steal anything, much less anyone, that belongs to their cousins and vice versa. And, if they did, the feeling of betrayal would be so severe that it would destroy any kind of trust they´ve built over the decades (or centuries? not sure how long they´ve known each other tbh). There´s just no coming back from that because, in the territorial world of vampires, stealing is kinda the lowest you can get. It´s just...you just don´t do that, aight?

If it was a nomad or someone like Victoria, well-

There´s no "family ties" holding them back this time.

No mercy.

.

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Thanks a lot for your ask! 💋

[squizzly]

hi guys im squidd

im just gonna do a quick intro

names: squid/nona

bday: 17/12

gender: currently struggling but im settled on pan and demisexual <3.

prns: any but i like she/her

I AM A MINOR I AM MINOR

i dont do commissions T-T pls dont ask me for any cause im not really comfortable doing comms ..

this accounts posts:

art

vents

rambles

oc art!

I have a ask blog for a oc and a pm ask blog

@theblossomingsouls (oc)

@bubblesandthefoam (pm oc ask blog)

@managerspaleassistant (angela ask blog)

@hightidelowtideuponus (limbus oc)

Personal tags:

squizzlys art moment

squids dark times (new, for vents)

squizzly posting (new, when i dont post art/vents)

Okay sigh

Interact if:

• you're a nice person

• you just wanna scroll my page

• project moon liker.. guh.

• cool artist and i wanna talk

• you arent a asshole and be nice

• 110% not a weirdo

• silly :3

DO NOT interact if:

you're a pedo, lolicon, shotacon, transphobic, homophobic, racist, creep or stalker!

COMMISSIONS. I dont do them. At all. Do not ASK me for any, do not BEG me to do any AND ESPECIALLY do not threaten me.

a boyfriends fan. Ew.....

a hater like dawg why me what did i do

a straight up creep

you dm me. If i dont follow u i jst wont respond (the only exception are pm ask blogs ive not followed)

anti-endo (i dunno what an endo is but i guess i'll try and find out.???)

if you're hokma like dni. (/J /silly!!!!)

you're gonna steal my art. Like dawg. Rude. PLEASE TELL ME IF ANYONE HAS THO

pro-ai "art" go fuck yourself :3

leave weird messages. Ive had that done before and its scarred me.

nfsw accounts. No i dont want to be your "puppy". You can go leave my account alone in peace.

i like art n shit lololol

epsically project moon i really like thats shit..

Ple hmu if u wanna talk about don quixote from limbus company ples 💔💔

yalls can ask me what to draw as long as jts not.. mental.

[solariumrph]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐑 🎭

a vintage playbill inspired doc!

it’s been a hot second since i’ve done anything docs-related but i wanted to share my latest adventure!  i made this doc to house a version of my muse that’s a 1920s era actor, complete with sepia-toned faceclaim photos & an alt title page that’s been run through photoshop w some free textures & things.  i tried putting the textures on the whole doc, but it made it extremely difficult to read, so i ended up leaving the textured title page as a header on the actual blog, and kept the doc itself unaltered.  though, if you found the right texture pack, you could probably run it through photosh.op and set it as a pdf for your mutuals to get into. (make sure you have all the fonts installed on your computer, i Did Not)

this doc can be found here and in the source link if you want to take a stab at customizing it, though i recommend it only for people who have moderate to maybe advanced?? skill in docs.  placing some of the object pngs inside the table was out of my skill range to begin with and the fact that it figured itself out in the end is a miracle.  but anyway.  all images are replaceable if you can get under the other images to them.  i did my own coloring but docs does have a built-in sepia filter if you’re not about doing all that yourself

there is a title page, a rules page, a character page w images, and another sort of empty unformatted page at the end you could delete out or customize with extra information.  i personally think the last page is the best place to put the backstory and the little squares can be all your info spots / connections / verses, but that’s not even what i did lmao so you do you!!

ngl i’m not sure if i will be much help about it but do let me know if you have any questions on formatting the doc.  start by going to file > make a copy and renaming your new doc.  docs are for personal, individual use only & credit must remain intact.  i worked hard on my baby.  also sterling is my oc plz don steal etc etc.  specifically 'the cutting room floor' is my tagline on sterling's blog so that title belongs to him as well.  but yeah if you make anything using my docs pls pls pls tag me or dm me and show me??  i wanna seeeeeee.  ok ty ily have a good timezone 💕💃

[sh0esuke]

" Journalist "

𝗠𝗲𝘁 𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗰𝗲̀𝗻𝗲 : Vinsmoke Sanji

𝗥𝗲́𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗲́ : Tandis que Sanji concocte le dîner des chapeau de paille, sa petite amie lui tient compagnie. Lui aux fourneaux, elle sur la table à manger, les deux amants discutent, passent du bon temps ensemble, tout en profitant du calme que leur apporte leur voyage maritime, sans nouveau défi à relever ni ennemi à vaincre. À s'y méprendre, l'instant est d'une perfection sans pareil.

𝗔𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 : aucun.

ENG : PLEASE DO NOT STEAL MY WORKS. If you want to translate it, ask me first then we can talk about it. If you want to find me on Wattpad, my account is in my bio, this is the ONLY ONE i have. FR : MERCI DE NE PAS VOLER MES OS. Si vous avez envie de les traduire, merci de me demander la permission avant. Si vous voulez me retrouver sur Wattpad, j'ai un lien dans ma bio, c'est mon SEUL compte.

𝙽𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚜 : 𝟑,𝟓𝟐𝟏.

Commentaires, likes et reblogues super appréciés. Tout type de soutien l'est, merci beaucoup !! <33

Sanji arrive près de moi, contournant la table et déposant dessus une assiette ainsi qu'une tasse fumante. Je relève la tête, abandonnant mon article.

« Et voilà pour toi ma douce, un chocolat chaud et une part de tarte à la pomme. Bon appétit. » il déclare dans un sourire.

Sa phrase me fait arquer un sourcil, je le questionne du regard. Je dépose mon stylo à plume près de mon papier et tâche de me souvenir si je lui ai demandé de me servir quoi que ce soit, cependant, rien ne me vient à l'esprit. Enfin, à vrai dire, j'ai été tellement occupée à travailler aujourd'hui, même me souvenir de ce que j'ai mangé à midi serait complexe. Il est vrai que j'ai un léger petit creux, par contre, il doit être assez tard dans l'après-midi, peut-être bientôt l'heure de dîner, voilà pourquoi mon estomac s'est soudain mis à grogner, et la vue alléchante de la dite tarde ainsi que l'odeur de ma boisson n'aident pas. Le sourire flamboyant de Sanji me fait face. Je lui souris en retour, qu'il est beau... Puis, sur un ton pensif je lui réponds :

« Je ne me souviens pas de t'avoir demandé de me faire quoi que ce soit. »

Sanji essuie ses mains humides sur son tablier, il attrape sa cigarette entre ses doigts.

« Je me suis dis que tu devais avoir faim à force de travailler. » explique-t-il en expirant de la fumée.

« Je vois, merci beaucoup alors. »

Ma réponse semble lui plaire, puisque je vois son sourire s'agrandir et ses yeux se plisser. Sanji se penche au dessus de moi et embrasse mon front, puis il se redresse et prend une taffe de sa cigarette.

« Tu me diras ce que tu en penses ? »

« Bien sûr. Laisse moi finir ma phrase et je suis toute à toi. »

Je rattrape mon stylo à plume et tire mon article au bord de la table. Pendant que Sanji retourne dans sa cuisine, moi, je conclue mon travail. Cela fait depuis hier que je suis dessus. Sur cette feuille de papier, j'y conte mes aventures avec Luffy et l'équipage, les gens que nous avons rencontrés à Wano, les ennemis que nous avons vaincus à Dressrosa et Punk Hazard. Ces dernières semaines ont été particulièrement agitées, je n'ai pas eu une seule minute à moi, pas une seule minute à écrire. Ça n'est pas vraiment une passion. J'ai le don de l'écriture, je m'en sers, mais ça n'est pas par plaisir, plutôt pour satisfaire la curiosité de mon père. Peut-être aussi mettre sur papier ces choses folles que j'ai vécu depuis mon arrivée sur le Sunny. Et qui sait... Peut-être que cet article finira publié.

En guise de bruit de fond, j'ai Sanji et le dîner qu'il nous prépare. C'est plaisant. Je l'entends trancher de la viande, mélanger des ingrédients, marmonner dans sa barbe et sortir des restes de son immense frigo fermé à double tour. Parfois, je l'entends goûter sa propre nourriture et faire des commentaires, affirmant qu'il manque ceci, que cela est parfait, ainsi de suite. J'aime cette atmosphère.

Sur le Sunny, je ne trouve rien de mieux que de me réfugier dans la cuisine lorsque Sanji y confectionne des plats. Le bruit des vagues et les mouvements du navire qui tangue est tout autant agréable, sachant que, puisque nous sommes en intérieur, le tout est atténué. Et puis, savoir Sanji proche de moi a quelque chose de réconfortant. Je me sais en sécurité. J'aurais pu rester avec Robin, elle lit souvent au calme, ou même Nami, pendant qu'elle est chargée d'observer les directions que le navire prends. Ou Zoro, lui qui a cette fâcheuse tendance à s'entraîner dans la tour de pie sans jamais vraiment dire ou faire quoi que ce soit. Mais, il n'y a pas à dire, je ne me sens bien qu'ici. La table, tous ces bruits autour de moi et l'idée que, dans quelques heures, je serai encore assise ici, cette fois mon travail terminée et auprès de mes amis à dîner. Nous serons tous présents, à nous chamailler, rire et boire, jusqu'à ce que la fatigue nous emporte.

Alors je reste là. Je reste là et je continue d'écrire mon article.

Les lignes et phrases s'enchaînent, je conte mes aventures sur Wano en attendant que Luffy nous revienne, je conte mes combats contre les hommes de Kaido aux Cents Bêtes et les révélations sur le pays de Wano que nous avons faites au cours de la bataille. Mon père en sera ravi, j'en suis persuadée, après tout, ça n'est pas tous les jours que les secrets de cette terre fermée au publique sont dévoilés.

Lorsque j'ai fini, quelques secondes plus tard, je dépose ma feuille dans une pochette rouge et mon stylo à plume dedans. Je repousse le tout et me saisis ensuite de mon assiette et tasse. La boisson est encore chaude, parfait.

« Alors dis moi, ton père, ce Morgans, pourquoi il s'intéresse autant à nous ? »

Sanji cuisine dos à moi, de sa poêle, il fait revenir du riz. J'esquisse un rictus tout en apportant mon chocolat chaud à mes lèvres.

« Je ne sais pas vraiment, je t'avouerai.. Il m'a juste demandé de le tenir au courant des décisions de Luffy et de citer le nom de tous nos ennemis. »

Mes mains sont un peu froides, elles commencent à se réchauffer.

« Je crois qu'il l'aime bien, c'est tout. »

« Je me souviens l'avoir vu sur le territoire de Big Mom. » affirme-t-il en attrapant sa cigarette de sa main libre. « Il n'a pas cherché à nous arrêter. Il me semble qu'il nous encourageait, à vrai dire.. »

Ma réponse s'accompagne d'un léger rire.

« Ça lui ressemble bien. »

Mon père est un personnage haut en couleur, toujours à la recherche du dernier scoop et à fouiner là où il ne devrait pas. D'aussi loin que je me souvienne, We News ⸺le ballon gonflable dans lequel il écrit, poste et imprime ses articles⸺ a toujours été ma maison. Mon terrain de jeu aussi. J'y ai écris mes premières histoires, j'en ai imaginé des centaines, et combien de fois me suis-je imaginée grande journaliste.. prenant le siège de mon père et tenant le monde dans la paume de ma main, reine des informations, cheffe de la vérité. Puis, un jour, Monkey D. Luffy est arrivé avec son équipage, et j'ai été forcée de prévenir mon père que non, je ne rentrerai pas à la maison, que j'étais à présent une ennemie du gouvernement. Je me souviens encore parfaitement de sa réaction, il avait ri et m'avait dit de m'amuser. Ce morceau du passé me met du baume au coeur. J'ai écouté son conseil, je n'ai jamais été aussi épanouie..

Pendant quelques semaines après mon départ, nous n'avons pas pu nous parler. Les communications entre pirates sont souvent détournées par la marine, c'est un fait, mon père était persuadé que ça aurait aussi été le cas avec nous. Il m'a affirmé que notre équipage détient des vérités et secrets que le gouvernement mondial convoite dans le but de les faire taire. Nous avec. Nous nous sommes donc résolus à nous envoyer des lettres via ses Martins Facteurs, une fois, deux fois tous les trois mois. Et cela me suffit amplement.

« Je lui ai parlé de Kinémon. »

Déposant ma tasse sur la table, je m'attaque à ma tarte aux pommes.

« Kinémon ? » s'étonne Sanji.

Il est toujours dos à moi, coupant quelque chose. Je le vois remuer sa lame et déplacer des morceaux de nourriture d'un bol jusqu'à sa planche en bois, pour cela, je me suis penchée en avant. Je me rassois ensuite.

« De lui et sa femme. » je précise. « Tu te rends compte qu'elle l'a attendu pendant vingt ans ? Elle n'était même pas sûre qu'il reviendrait un jour ! »

« Oh, ma douce.. Que tu es romantique ! »

Sanji fait volte-face dans ma direction, les yeux brillants. Je lui offre un clin d'oeil et lui fait mine d'être touché en plein coeur, poussant une plainte au passage. Nous échangeons un rire complice. Mon coeur s'est légèrement emballé, quant à ma main elle a raffermi sa prise sur la petite assiette. Je me pince mes lèvres. Ce jeu entre lui et moi ne me laisse pas indemne... Depuis que je le connais, je n'ai jamais pu vraiment résister aux charmes de Sanji.

Celui-ci reprend d'ailleurs la parole. Il est retourné à sa précédente tâche.

« Mais, tu es sûre que c'est le genre d'informations que ton père veut entendre ? »

« Je ne vais pas non plus lui dire que nous avons trouvé un ponéglyphe ou lui donner les coordonnées de la tombe de Kaido. » je me justifie. « Je le connais, il a beau dire qu'il ne postera rien, il voudra quand même titiller le commandant en chef de la marine. »

« Il a déjà fait fort avec nos affiches de recherche.. » il acquiesce.

« Exactement ! Tu sais qu'il m'a dit que celle de Luffy les terrifie ? Ils lui ont demandé de la retirer, mais c'était trop tard quand il a reçu l'appel. Je doute d'ailleurs qu'il aurait accepté de le faire. »

« L'affiche de Luffy ? » s'exclame Sanji. « Pourquoi ça ? »

J'hausse les épaules. J'apporte ensuite une partie de ma tarte entre mes lèvres et la goûte, je reprends donc une fois ma bouchée finie :

« Peut-être que c'est l'éveil de son fruit qui a fait paniquer la marine ? Après tout, ça doit être spectaculaire si c'est grâce à ça qu'il a vaincu Kaido. »

« Peut-être, ça me paraît pas faux. »

Sanji m'a l'air surpris par mon hypothèse, pendant ce temps là, je finis de trancher ma troisième part et l'enfourne dans ma bouche. Sa tarte est succulente, finement fraîche, sucrée à souhait, elle fond sur la langue. Je suis à deux doigts de pousser une plainte liée à l'extase. Sanji a vraiment des doigts d'or..

« Quoi qu'il en soit, mon père n'en saura rien. C'est un secret ! Je garde nos informations les plus importantes dans un coffre fort, je le lui donnerai lorsque Luffy sera devenu le roi des pirates; et qui sait, il me laissera enfin une place en tant que journaliste indépendante. »

« Qu'elle merveilleuse idée ! »

Sanji fait volte-face, une carotte à la main qu'il épluche.

« Je t'imagine déjà écrire des articles sur nous et notre mariage ! Tu serais si mignonne avec un clapet et un trench-coat ! La plus belle des journalistes ! »

Son enthousiasme me m'arrache un gloussement. Je me cache derrière mon poing, l'expression hilare avec mes yeux plissés. Sanji continue son monologue et, l'espace d'une seconde, je crois même apercevoir des coeurs à la place de ses yeux, de gros coeurs palpitant et d'un rose pétillant. Mes doigts se retrouvent et, nerveusement, je me mets à les triturer. Sanji abandonne sa carotte épluchée, il s'en saisit d'une autre sans pour autant arrêter de me sourire.

« Je n'en suis pas encore à là, mais un jour, oui, sûrement... » je murmure.

Sanji me sourit grandement.

« Tu es si talentueuse, ça ne fait aucun doute, ma douce ! »

Je termine de boire le fond de mon chocolat chaud et dépose la tasse au coeur de mon assiette vide. Mon goûter conclut, je me dépêche donc de rendre la vaisselle à Sanji. L'assiette et la tasse assemblées en cette jolie sculpture, je me lève de la table à manger du Sunny et marche en direction de la cuisine pour les lui rendre.

« Merci beaucoup Sanji, c'était délicieux. »

Il me regarde d'un œil curieux.

Sanji se dépêche de poser la pomme de terre qu'il épluche et de me vider les mains. Surprise, je le laisse faire.

« Laisse moi m'occuper de ça, c'est mon travail. »

« Oh⸺ mais je peux m'en charger, tu sais ? Ça ne me dérange pas. »

« Je sais. » il répond, un petit rictus au coin des lèvres. « Mais c'est mon plaisir. »

« Mhh, d'accord alors. »

Me voyant approcher, Sanji se penche sur moi, il tourne légèrement la tête sur le côté et accueillit mon baiser à bras ouvert. Ce sont les mains dans le dos, posée sur la pointe de mes pieds que j'embrasse sa joue. Toutefois, cela ne me suffit pas. C'est soudain; j'en désire plus. Un simple baiser me paraît bien trop maigre pour remercier Sanji de tout ce qu'il fait au sein du Sunny, pas seulement auprès de moi, lorsque mes après-midis s'écoulent à ses côtés et qu'il prend le temps de discuter avec moi et de me donner à manger, non, il y a tout le reste. Sa position sur le navire, sa détermination et force. Alors qu'il se tient devant moi, aussi aimant, aussi attentif, je ne peux m'empêcher de l'aimer davantage. Pire encore, j'ai l'impression de retomber amoureuse de lui. J'attrape donc son visage en coupe, et embrasse ses lèvres.

Nos bouches se rencontrent dans un délicat baiser. Il est bref, ne voit le jour que pendant à peine deux petites secondes, c'est apparemment le temps qu'il faut à Sanji pour commencer à trembler. La vaisselle entre ses mains se met à frétiller bruyamment. Depuis la paume de mes mains, je sentais sa peau chauffer.

Je me recule une fois satisfaite.

Mes lèvres pincées en une fine ligne, je rejoins mes mains devant mon corps et m'incline légèrement en avant.

« Encore merci, Sanji. Ça m'a fait plaisir. »

Soudain, il m'apparaît en 2D. Sanji tombe en arrière telle une feuille de papier, balancée de droite à gauche guidée par le vent ⸺alors que nous sommes en intérieur ?⸺, avant d'atterrir au sol. J'arque un sourcil. Ses yeux palpitent, tels de cœurs enragés et un sourire béat frôlant l'idiotie s'est incrusté sur ses lèvres. Je le regarde faire, tenant toujours ma vaisselle dans ses mains, il me paraît ailleurs, dans un autre monde. Je l'entends murmurer mon prénom, à l'instar d'une incantation, suivit de "ma jolie", "ma douce" et mon propre cœur s'emballe. Il ne bouge vraiment pas. Sanji est figé sur place.

« Euh, tout va bien..? »

Je me risque à le questionner, ne sachant pas si ce sont ses sottises habituelles, ou si il est temps que j'aille chercher Chopper. C'est une première toutefois : il ne saigne pas du nez. Mais ça, c'est peut-être parce que je ne lui avais pas montré mon décolleté..

Tout de même préoccupée, je refuse de l'abandonner, je me rapproche donc de lui. Cela se déroule en silence. Je contourne sa silhouette élancée pour m'accroupir à côté de son visage et le toucher, Sanji ne répond toujours pas. Le débarrassant de l'assiette de tasse, que je dépose au sol, je me mets à titiller sa joue. Plantant le bout de mon ongle dans l'onctuosité de cette dernière, je répète l'opération, murmurant son prénom au passage, jusqu'à le voir finalement cligner des yeux.

« Tu as besoin que j'appelle Chopper ? »

Sanji a l'air hébété. Un sourire presque immédiat prend place sur son visage lorsque son regard encontre le mien.

« Pourquoi donc ? Je ne me suis jamais sentis aussi bien de ma vie. »

Peu satisfaite de sa réponse, je fais la moue. Pendant ce temps, il apporte ses doigts à ses lèvres. Il semble pensif, il est plongé dans ses pensées.

« Tu n'es vraiment pas croyable quand tu t'y mets... »

« Tu t'es inquiétée pour moi, ma douce ? Comme c'est gentil ! Je⸺ »

« Pas croyable, j'ai dit. » je peste.

Je lui donne un petit coup de pied aux côtes, plutôt une bousculade, de manière à le faire taire. Sanji cligne des yeux, cela fait fait son effet.

« Je t'embrasse tout le temps, tu devrais t'y habituer... »

« Quoi ? Jamais ! » il s'offusque.

Sa main se saisit brusquement de la mienne, cela m'arrache un hoquet de surprise.

« Tes lèvres sont le nectar le plus délicieux qu'il m'ait été donné de goûter. Si il m'arrive un jour de m'en lasser, alors je suis devenu fou, j'ai perdu ma raison de vivre. Car pour rien au monde je ne voudrais m'en séparer, si ça ne tenait qu'à moi je⸺ »

Furieusement gênée, je m'éloigne.

« J'ai compris ! »

Je cache ensuite mon visage derrière mes mains, espérant qu'en faisant ceci, il comprenne mon embarras et cesse son numéro. Qu'est-ce qu'il peut être charmeur quand il s'y met, je peine à y croire ! Mon corps se redresse de lui-même, j'entends Sanji m'imiter. La vaisselle et le dîner sont depuis longtemps abandonnés.

« Ne sois pas embarrassée, je t'en prie, ma douce. Je ne fais que dire la vérité. »

Il se saisit de mes avants-bras et les abaisse de manière à faire tomber mon masque. Face au sérieux de son expression, je suis incapable de tourner la tête, c'est à mon tour de me retrouver figée sur place. Sanji me sourit timidement et se rapproche de moi.

« Puis-je en avoir un autre ? »

« Un⸺ Un quoi ? »

Il pointe ses lèvres de son index.

« Oh⸺ »

Mon cœur bat si vite désormais... J'ai l'impression que des tambours palpitent en mon sein. Rythmés et puissants, ils s'en vont jusqu'à faire trembler mes tympans, et faire tressaillir ma jugulaire.

« Je⸺ Je suppose. »

« Tu pourras travailler sereinement après, je te laisserai tranquille. »

« D'accord... »

Je me pose sur la pointe des pieds, et tandis que abaisse son visage dans ma direction.

Sanji m'embrasse.

Mes yeux se ferment et nos lèvres se touchent de nouveau, encore une fois dans un baiser si tendre et amoureux... Il s'est approché de moi, consciencieux, puis s'est emparé de ma bouche, sans avoir cessé de me contempler. Ça n'a rien à voir avec un baiser sensuel, plein de vie voire empestants la luxure. Ici, non, c'est totalement différent. La manière dont Sanji tient mes poignets entre ses mains, celle dont il se colle à moi, sans pour autant se frotter. Il est entièrement focalisé sur notre échange. Sûrement a-t-il lui aussi fermé les yeux. Mes doigts se referment jusqu'à former des poings et mes sourcils se froncent. Malgré moi, je gémis contre lui, Sanji me répond dans un grognement et, à cela, nos langues se frôlent.

Il m'emporte ailleurs. Des portes s'ouvrent sur une toute autre dimension. Je sens le vent me caresser les cheveux, une chaleur me dévorer l'estomac et mes pieds se faire léger. Ce... C'est indescriptible. Je m'accroche à ce sentiment jusqu'à en redemander plus.

Sanji m'a fiévreusement embrassée. Lorsque je le force à se séparer de moi, il me laisse bouche bée. Je suis sans mot; haletante, le visage couvert de gêne.

J'ai les yeux grands ouverts.

« Je crois⸺ »

« Je vais⸺ »

Nos regards se croisent, puis, à l'unisson nous parlons :

« Toi d'abord ! »

Nous rions.

« Je.. je t'en prie ma douce. » déclare Sanji en relâchant mes poignets. « À toi l'honneur. »

« Je⸺ Je disais... Je vais⸺ Je vais retourner travailler ? » je balbutie, tant bien que mal.v« Enfin⸺ Poster ma lettre ? Mon père doit attendre. Enfin non ! Le Martin facteur, je.. je veux dire. »

« Oui et, quant à moi je⸺ j'ai le dîner à finir de préparer. Alors⸺ »

« Oui ! »

« Oui, oui ! »

Sanji et moi échangeons un coup d'œil. Un petit rire s'échappe de mes lèvres, il m'imite et cela me fait sourire, malgré le fait qu'il a l'air totalement paniqué. Sanji est tout rouge. Ses joues sont rosies au possible, c'en est stupéfiant. Plus je le regarde, et plus j'ai envie de⸺

Un grand fracas nous arrête.

Surpris, nous faisons volte-face en direction de l'entrée de la cuisine, là où la porte a violemment été ouverte. Celle-ci claque contre le mur. Une seconde plus tard, les silhouettes de notre capitaine et du canonnier y font leur apparition.

« Sanji ! » se lamente Luffy. « J'ai faim ! »

C'est mon signal. Jetant un dernier coup d'œil à Sanji, je presse le pas jusqu'à atteindre ma pochette sur la table. Il est à présent bien trop occupé pour me remarquer, c'est dommage... Ma pochette n'a pas bougé depuis que je l'ai refermée. Elle y est abandonnée. Je la visse donc contre ma poitrine, évitant le regard lourd de suspicions de Usopp au passage et profite des plaintes poussées par notre capitaine pour prendre la poudre d'escampette. J'entends Sanji élever la voix et Luffy s'écrier ⸺plutôt le supplier⸺, les deux ne tardent pas à se chamailler. Apprendre que Luffy s'est jeté sur le frigo ne me surprendrait pas, il a toujours été un énergumène sacrément gourmand..

Je referme la porte de la cuisine derrière moi et me dépêche de descendre les escaliers menant au pont principal du Sunny. Ensuite, je fuis jusqu'à rejoindre ma chambre à coucher. C'est le cœur battant à mille à l'heure et l'esprit embrumé que je marche. La sensation des lèvres du joli blond imprimée dans ma tête, et la chaleur de ses doigts enroulés autour de mes poignets hantant mes souvenirs, je commencé à sourire.

Il me tarde d'écrire mon prochain article. Qui sait.. Peut-être que celui-ci lui sera dédié..?

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/ NOBODY HERE NOT AIMED UST ENCOUNTERED IN THE WILD AND GOT THE ICKKKKKK

( nobody here not aimed ust encountered in the wild and got the ickkkkkk )

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