#also yeah spice being confused like

[no1blacksapphirefan]

HELLOOOO I HOPE UR HAVING A GREAT DAY (and that this is not a bother) but i had this idea for a while after reading ur stuff on the crk au where they are aware 😭😭

you know where there are the beast events for my cookie, and you can dress yourself up as burning spice and smc? how would some of the cookies feel if you made a doppelganger of them? 😭 (we can pretend all the other cookies have mycookie costumes too.. haha yeah totally)

Heeyyyy. I'm having a pretty fine time <33 I wish I was playing when that happened, then again I didn't know it existed for awhile when I came back at the same time...

(Pure Vanilla + Dark Cacao was written before I realised that you didn't just get their costume but hair and everything)

Pure Vanilla When he first sees your mycookie wandering around in his clothes, witches he got the happiest of smiles, instantly walking over to see it up close. He questions how much of those gacha currency you used to obtain each item, or maybe you were extremely lucky, he knows he is after seeing your mycookie in that. Bonus points if you styled your mycookie after yourself, cuz now he's imagining you actually wearing his clothes. Oh he hopes they're not too big but than again...that would be a cute sight.

Dark Cacao He has a double take, staring at your mycookie happily going around in his outfit. Where'd you get it?? Oh yeah...he recalls someone informing him off the different gachas...so one of them...is you pulling for outfits? You want to wear his outfit? If you asked he may have been willing to give you an article of clothing...then again that would cause confusion on your part. He can't help but follow the mycookie around a bit longer, he wishes he could offer his own cloak to you but he knows it would be rather big on you...then again, that's not entirely a bad sight.

Burning Spice AN IMPOSTER?? Oh it's just your mycookie! He finds it so amazing, he gets so prideful seeing it walk around, I mean it's a mini him, oh he wants to pick them up and squeeze it, he follows that mycookie around as if it's his son. If you usually make your mycookie like a bit like yourself, he loves the thought of you wanting to completely match with him, maybe he should ask someone to make you an outfit you can wear once he escapes this damn phone.

Shadow Milk He loves it, it's a mini him!! Just like all the other cookies, he also follows it around like a parent. Oh the outfit is nearly completely the same but he can't complain, he won't. He still loves it. Honestly I see him pulling some strings and somehow managing to get you to gain all the needed things to complete his outfit in that gacha thing in a few pulls. As soon as he got wind his own outfit was being put on sale and you wanted it? Of course he'll help!! He wants to see it himself afterall

Golden Cheese Awe a mini her!! I feel it may remind her of her younger self in a way, she finds it so adorable and laughs happily upon seeing your mycookie in her outfit for the first time. She pats the mycookies head and when you're not looking at the screen she hugs the mycookie tightly, oh she loves it so much. Especially once finding out that you may have grinded out many materials just to get all of them to match her.

[aerithmybbgmypookiemywife]

Let's spice up the SAGAU world with this idea. The reader is NOT The Creator, yet is a higher being that the characters refer to as "The Player". How would characters interact with the person who commanded them from above? And what if you still had the power to control them?

For this example, I would include Kazuha and Yanfei because they are my king and queen of my account.

oohhh honestly i feel like they would worship or think of the reader in the same way as they would worship their Creator.

Like, imagine Player! Reader playing Genshin on their phone and just absolutely fawning over Kazuha. "Oohhh look at my pretty boy…" you would mumble, and on the inside, Kazuha is flustered with that comment but always has to act like he didn't hear it. He can't see you, but he could always hear your voice… It's angelic, sweet… Calming to the ears.

When you control him, he feels calm. Kazuha fully trusts you in whatever you do.

What if Player! Reader is the type of player that just keeps yapping and commenting for no reason at all. Player! Reader is just roaming around and keeps spouting nonsense like Kazuha would say his usual line of "There are leaves around, and I know just the tune to accompany them, if you want to hear it." you would reply with "Of course baby girl hit me with it.". Or when fighting Hilichurls you would just spout filler nonsense like "HELL YEAH!! TAKE THAT BOZO!!" or "Mhm, get swirled mother fucker." while using Kazuha's skill.

Imagine Player! Reader gets a cutscene with Yanfei in it and just screams her name out of pure joy. On the inside, Yanfei is surprised but very much overjoyed with your enthusiasm. Every time Yanfei said a line, you would always comment "Yep, speak your truth queen." or "You're so right." and whatever anything just popped up in your mind.

Yanfei loves listening to you talk, although she unfortunately couldn't see you… The sound of your voice is forever engraved in her mind… She doesn't mind getting controlled by you, she knows that you were just trying to make things better for her.

But… What if… Player! Reader gets transmigrated not as a Creator, but as just a normal person… You're so fucking confused as to why you're suddenly in Liyue… Oh god… Why the fuck are the guards pointing their spears at you?!

"Who are you???" They asked with a glare, "I-I uhh… Uhh…" you stuttered, "They don't look like they belong here." one of them whispered. Before the situation could even escalate, a familiar voice spoke out. "What's going on here?" someone asked. You knew that voice…! It was…! Yanfei!

The guards of Liyue got out of her way and Yanfei got a better look at you, she looked at you from head to toe… Confused about your different type of clothing… "I swear to God I also don't know what's happening right now…" you spoke up as you held your hands up.

Yanfei's eyes widened, "Y/n…?" she muttered, recognizing your voice.

But what if it was Kazuha who met you first? Well, imagine Player! Reader wakes up and sees that their surroundings are different. "What the fuck??" you mumbled as you soon realized you were on a boat. But what boat…? Also, why were you even in the somewhat basement of the ship?

"Who are you?" a voice spoke up, it was familiar but it sounded stern. Your breath hitched to see where it came from… It came from… Kazuha? Now you're just confused…

"What the fuck…? Am I seriously in Genshin impact right now…?? IS THAT FUCKING KAZUHA?!!?" You blurted out the last sentence it hit you that it was Kazuha right in front of you! You let out a gasp and covered your mouth.

His eyes widened, "Are you… Y/n?" he asked.

I think it's safe to say you aren't worshipped by the NPC's but you are however treated well and worshipped by the Characters.

[ablobwhowrites]

Absolutely in love with your Isekai(?)/transmigrated(?) au for cookie run.

What do you think about Y/N needing to clean their home and they just put some random show on TV to get them entertained just like kids? Like Equestria Girls or some Disney movie like Ariel (I can totally see Black Pearl having a kinnie moment), Mulan, etc?? Sorry if it’s too random [happy], I’m not used to sending requests 😞

(for the first idea of this baker au, you can find it Here.)

yeah after y/n gets back from their job, they usually put on a show and the kid cookies get into some fights wanting to watch different shows, cherry cookie and cream puff wants to watch my little pony or equestria girls but then custard cookie III and wizard want to watch transformers or something and so one and so forth with other kid cookies but y/n let's the kid cookies try to make up their minds but If not, they just give the remote for the TV to hollyberry so that y/n can get some stuff down around the house. The gem mermaid cookies love watching Ariel especially black pearl cookie.

I imagine y/n having a cat or dog or something and just tiger lily cookie thinking y/n’s cat is just a bigger tiger. And just imagining if y/n's cat was one of those fluffy ones,I just bet some cookies just try to sleep on the cat because who wouldn't plus y/n's cat is to lazy to move them off so just sleeps. For a dog depending on the size cause if it's a big dog, I do imagine crunchy chip cookie, red velvet just loving y/n's dog. Clover I imagine just likes any pet y/n has. And just lobster cookie not really carrying but hates it when y/n's cat swats at them, also Imagining lobster cookie just sometimes challenging burning spice cookie but luckily y/n stops them before they actually do fight and hurt each other.

Also love to imagine just butterbear cookie wanting to help with y/n's chores but y/n refuses everytime due to his small size and that it's more reliant on y/n because of everything being easy for them to do than a cookie. But when Christmas happens, trust me bro would love to help y/n think of gifts and carol cookie just wanting to decorate y/n's house with so many decorations it's crazy and when carol cookie asked if y/n is going to invite their family to celebrate Christmas. Trust me they are shocked that y/n doesn't really decorate or even go to Christmas dinners or anything in Christmas spirit and y/n's excuse "well...my job wants me to work holidays and just to celebrate alone for the whole holiday is a waste of using vacation days in my opinion. I mean it's a really long drive to my parents to celebrate plus I always have to cancel going there because something always comes up." And carol cookie gets the other cookies to help decorate and get y/n in the Christmas mood. They are also shocked to hear the information of why y/n doesn't really decorate or any holiday related. And the cookies know how to log into y/n's phone to connect y/n's friends to make a holiday party happen and it does but y/n is confused how their work hasn't called them for anything or to come in for work (Langue de Chat Cookie and Cappuccino Cookie used y/n's laptop to make a very convincing email as posing as y/n to why they should be able to have holidays off and that the extra hours of work should earn them a increase in pay as well. And surprisingly that actually worked) and y/n even had the courage to put up decorations and a tree with ornaments (a fake tree that herb cookie, millennial tree and elder faerie cookie approved of.) And after having a nice Christmas party with their parents and friends, they had one with the cookies (hollyberry's and carol cookies idea) and y/n for the first time in a while after living by themselves for so long and working basically to the bone at work every day, this week off and Christmas spirit the cookies had given them. They felt happy.

(anyways hopefully you like my yapping. But if you like this and want more. Please don't be shy and request any ideas for stories or y/n's. But for now please stay safe and drink water!)

[kafka-ish]

Being Art and Patrick’s roommate… OMG

I feel like you all have known each other since high school or maybe you and Art roomed together in college and Patrick was always hanging around your guys’ dorm so after you graduate you decide why not? It’s comfortable. You all know each other. But you don’t realize how fucking awkward it is until Patrick’s roaming around shirtless in his boxers. Eating cold pizza for breakfast straight out of the fridge with a left over beer to go with it.

You get up one morning and see him lounging around the living room like he owns the place and you’re just like seriously? And he’s just like yeah, deal with it.

“Yeah but, Ren and Stimpy?” He wishes you were ogling him instead even though he has a girlfriend who hates the fact that you live with him. But it’s fine because so does Art. It’s not like anything will happen…

And, yeah, part of you also wants to eyeball his abs and draw your tongue over his v-line. And the bulge that’s poking out of his—

It's only natural. But he’s basically your brother so you tell him to put on a shirt.

“Sorry, babe. Laundry day.” Sometimes he’ll say, “you wish you were lucky enough to get a paid subscription to this.” And you try to pass it off. Hope he doesn’t see you blush. Brush his skin when you try to take the remote from him.

“You should be more like Art.” He hates when you say this. He doesn’t know what the hell it means; if you mean it or not. Patrick’s always been good with girls but he can never pick up on your sarcasm or when you’re being deadpan because the only interactions you have are petty fights over the food you had saved, the dishes, how messy he is. Basically your whole living arrangement. And you never chastise Art. Sometimes make a point to tell him how much you love how he alphabetized the spices while Patrick was on his ass, watching re-runs of some shitty reality show he was never really interested in. You thank Art for the fact that you never have to pick up after him. Say things like at least someone got dressed today.

Patrick just rolls his eyes. Says he’s going to the gym later and he’ll be out of your hair, or okay mother, or who put you in charge?

And as much as Patrick tries not to let it get to him, it does. He confides in Art about it. “Dude… I think she’s pissed.”

“Yeah, well… You can be messy sometimes, Patrick.”

“I think she hates me.”

“She doesn’t hate you. She lives with you.”

And even though Art’s sworn to secrecy, he tells you anyway. He can’t keep his mouth shut and he wants to make things right. You guys are roommates.

You’re in your room. Art’s inside of you and this is the only thing this boy hasn’t blabbed about to anyone. It’s just casual sex. It started in college but it just kept… happening.

“Patrick thinks you hate him.”

“What? I never said that.” Art shrugs, still shoving his cock into your cunt.

“That’s what he told me.” He groans. Grips the flesh of your hips. Thrusts become deeper and his forehead bumps into yours. “Fuck. You’re, like, tighter each time we do this.”

“I think that’s just a myth.”

He reaches the hilt of your pussy. Moans loudly when he finishes. Stays inside for a minute.

He pulls out finally and his blonde curls flop onto the pillow next to yours. Messy, sweaty, spreading in every direction. His breath is heavy. “Anyway, I think you should talk to him.”

“What would I say?”

“Actually, maybe don’t say anything.”

You make a confused face at the ceiling, contemplating. Art sees this, still. He kisses your cheek.

“Want me to go down on you?”

[marscantread7]

Idk where I'm going w/ this but mdni😭🙏🏾

But like, basically js imagining u finally convince all the LIs to have one crazy orgy w/ u. Like, honestly here's what I'm thinking.

Rafayel and Sylus would be like a little jealous and confused bc like??? 😭⁉️ ur my girl, wtf do u mean an orgy w/ 5 other men, two being ur childhood best friends???? But they live w/ the mindset of "if u like it, I love it ig" and they'd agree to it. They're both some really horny, freaky fucks and not to be on that cuck shit, but they'd lowkey really enjoy watching u get fucked by the other guys bc they're js freaky like that idk. And ngl, Rafayel getting passed around too, Sylus having the honor of fucking the brat out of him first😛😛😛

Caleb and Xavier would flat out refuse bc??? Bitch do u even know me😭⁉️ I'M CRYING AT THE SCANDALIZED LOOK THEY'D GIVE U. Like??? Bro ur insane for even asking that, genuinely. But then they think on it, and they're like actually tweaking out, Xavier crashing out the worst, but then it's like... lowkey it might be kinda hot... bc like... idk they freaky like that too. Like honestly, as long as they can constantly touch u at any point or u touch them, they might be able to handle it. I can imagine Caleb and Zayne bumping heads for whatever bs reason, and Xavier side eyeing Sylus the whole time. Rafayel and u wondering wtf these niggas got beef for when y'all not even naked yet😭⁉️ I imagine Xavier would also be passed around too tbh.

Zayne would honestly be the most chill w/ it. Like, "Is this what u really want?" And ur js like, "I mean, it'd be cool to have u all in the same room, doesn't necessarily have to be sex." And he js shrugs and is like, "Nothing against ur other friends, but I think we should all use protection." And u readily agree😭🙏🏾 anyways, Zayne would be chill w/ all of them. He thinks Rafayel is a little annoying, and he doesn't quite know where tf u found Sylus at, and he's almost asked to check Xavier's vitals like 20 times within the first fice minutes, but they're cool. Where his problem lies is Caleb... bc why is bro tryna size him up??? Buddy we were childhood friends too what😭⁉️ I think Zayne would eventually get sick of it and put Caleb in his place bc let's be honest... Zayne topping in that relationship, let's not be dumb...

Anyways, let's js say evb would leave w/ e/os numbers and a gc would be made, private messages would be sent, secret link ups that really aren't that secret bc all these niggas suck at lying😭😭😭 especially Rafayel. "Hey raf! I didn't give u that hickey?" "A turtle bit me." "Okay man."

And if this ends in one giant poly relationship then well. Uhm. Idk man, that's between y'all and God or smth idk💀💀💀

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Oh yeah, and in this, u don't have an established relationship w/ any of the boys. Ur literally friends w/ all them and js so happen to be a little more than friends and u decide to spice things up😛😛😛 js silly thoughts that I have😭😭😭 ik some of these might be ooc, but it's js lil headcanons and thoughts LMFAOO

[amethystheartsx]

LADS MEN WITH DESI GIRL HCs.

Alright ladies its my first time making any post on my own on Tumblr, its 3 in the morning and I am on my leuteal phase so, yeah, the grammar in this sucks cuz if you haven't guessed it already, English isn't my first language, also this isn't proof read either. I just had my phone and messy ADHD brain filled with ideas. Anyways, THIS IS FOR MY DESI GIRLS AROUND THE WORLD. Seriously tho I made this because every time I read any headcanon it was hard to relate with most of the things, so I took matter into my own hand with encouragement from @syluskiwifeyyy so enjoy my Desi babies.(under the cut)

Xavier:

This boy is enthralled by you, its not just the golden tan of your skin that gets him, its those deep dark eye and luscious thick hair too.

Xavier is a foodie I can totally see him loving the Desi meal you both cook together (well you cook and he stands their holding your utensils for you, maybe pass the spices, will pout after handing the wrong one)

I see him as being a gol Gappay fan boy

Xavier will sit quietly and hear you talk about your people.

Also about the shenanigans of your relatives.

If you show him any nakhre, he will be confused at first but do his best to make you happy and fulfill your demands (and you will melt in an instant because...look at him!)

He strikes me as the guy to deeply appreciate the culture, and will actively try to learn more about it.

He will also be the kind that your parents will approve off, sweet kind caring, with government job and oh so innocent looking (but only we know the real deal hehe)

Xavier is also respecting of religion so if it comes down to it he will wait till marriage (tho I bet all boys will since they are respectful, and understanding and oh so very patient, So i won't be adding this point in the rest).

Xavier will partake in all your traditional festivities, and since your parents love him he will be there following you while holding your anchal (catch him glaring at the relatives who did you wrong lol).

Huge fan of saree's, will get you beautiful waist chains to wear over them with his initial on them (because of course he will).

Will give you nothing less then queen treatment because a that is what you deserve.

Will wakeup early just to see the the morning sun make your skin glow.

Xavier will sweep you of your feet so fast your own parents will push you towards the marriage, not to let a gem like him slip

Xavier loves when you put henna on your hand. He finds it so alluring.

I can see him holding your hand and lovingly trace the pretty patterns on it and then kiss the palm. And when he sees his name artistically hidden in the design, he.will.melt.

All blushy and giggly like the love sick fool he is.

"So does that mean we are now together forever my little star"

Rafayel.

Now this man will love the way you will dress, the vibrant colors and intricate designs of your clothing that sets you apart from the others.

He love LOVES that you wear your culture with pride.

Will buy you the fanciest of Bengals and most expensive jhumkas.

Will paint you in them, especially in the golden hours.

Sharara is his favorite because it makes you look like a princess in his eyes.

May or may not use your duppata to wear as his own (he wants to match with you come on)

Like Xavier will also hear you ramble about your relatives, but will not be quiet about it nu huh.

He WILL have a thing or two to say to them if they meet him ( but one glare from you and he is sat)

You parents do like him, yes, but most of the time they are like ???? While interacting with him.

Oh and if you show him nakhre, he will show YOU nakhre. (But you will win the contest ofcourseeee)

Rafayel not only respect culture he cherishes it. I see him integrating few things into his daily lives.

Also he will draw the most beautiful henna design on your hand, not just on occasions but anytime he feel like it, or you ask for it. (might do it on your whole body you never know)

He will share some of his lemurian culture with you too

And you both will end creating a mix of the two and make personal family tradition that will be followed with ages to come.

I feel like once you get to the point of marriage, Rafayel will make it such a beautiful and soulful day. He will be pulling all stops to make the dreamiest wedding come true, after all you are his beloved bride *sigh*

Zayne.

Congratulations you are your parent's second favorite now.

And you will be marrying him.

If zayne is not every Desi parents dream son-in-law idk what he is. (Tall, handsome and DOCTOR)

Now for zayne he loves you, so much. Everything about you is enticing to him. But damn it girl why are you getting dizzy every time you stand up.

Best believe he is going to take Care of your anemic ass.

Will ask for kheer whenever you feel like spoiling him and ask him what he wants you to cook for him.

Zayne is a shalwar qameez enthusiast I don't make the rules.

Its elegant, its classy, its comfy, hell he wears the men one whenever he can.

Especially with floral print and/or embroidery.

Will handle your nakhre like a pro, the fire is extinguished before it could even burn.

And he does it like its an honor for him, his sweet gentle smile and those loving eyes.

Yep zayne loves that he is the one...maintaining you (ykwim)

Brings you gajray almost everyday after work. He loves to see you wear them.

Zayne is the kind of guy will encourage you to embrace your feminity.(is thats what you want of course)

Loves your long hair, no matter the type but he seems like wavy hair kinda guy.

Will put flowers in your braids, jasmine specifically.

Zayne will also be the kind to listen and only speaking when you specially ask him too, he is a rock. The most reliable guy to have with you.

During family events he will socialize to show he is willing to be the part of, not just the family but the whole damn village (cuz you know we Desi have bi as fuck families.)

Zayne will come home to see you doing your thing weather it be work or reading or cleaning he just comes behind you and hug. "It was long day with out you meri Jan" (siiwskjsoshs).

Also also also after you are married he is the type to call you "begum" (I am throwing myself off a cliff aisisisiwow)

Sylus

Someone posted something along the lines that you will make this guy go back to his dragon roots the moment he sees you in a shiny lehnga and gold jewelry

Don't be surprised if you find yourself in a cave being hoarded away by him lol.

But no seriously he loves that you like gold or wear gold because now he has a reason to spoil you with the most expensive accessories money could buy

Now sylus is also a Saree guy but will also appreciate a lehnga too, specially when you do the twirl in them.

"Its for the culture darling" he says "the girls in Desi culture wear gold ear rings straight out of the womb" you have no idea who told him that, he just knows.

Loves it when you show him nakhre, cuz now he has a reason to spoil you rotten.

Your snobby relatives just don't exist any more lmao (jk jk...or am I?)

Sylus is also a foodie so whenever you make something for him he would be over the moon delighted, and will compliment with every bite.

This happens every single time no matter how long you two have been together.

Sylus will go above and beyond for traditional festivals. Will be doing the most honestly.

No you do not need that many pathakay, this isn't some kind turf war damn it sy.

Oh yeah your parents love him too he is so charming, suave and successful fruit seller. (They don't care where the money is coming from their daughter is now rich!)

Also out of all the guys I can only see him being a fan of cricket honestly so if you like that then you two will be having a blast watching it together.

Will stop you from throwing the TV when your team looses lol.

Sylus will always be there for not just you but your entire family, your Lil sibling got in trouble with the wrong crowd, Luke and Kieran are there to kick their ass.

Everyone's favorite damad jee.

And boy oh boy when you get to the wedding stage, yeah, this man is putting ambani to shame, mhm mhm.

Sylus will indulge in everything you ever wanted to do, will do everything your parents never let you do. He will heal that inner child of tours without even knowing.

Caleb

Cooking dates, cooking dates COOKING DATES AAAAARGH.

doesn't matter if you hate cooking, you will be sitting their like the pretty girl you are as he works around the kitchen cooking up the most banging chicken Tika biryani and all you have to do is keep your pretty brown eyes on him.

Caleb is a pilot of course your parents Love him duh.

Caleb is very possessive man so yes you will be accompanied by him where ever you are going. He just might the your duppata with his watch on purpose.

Caleb is more on the side of indo-western. He Loves you in Kurti and jeans and outfits like that but damn it you look good in everything how is he suppose to choose.

"Now we are stuck together for good pips"

Teases you about your nakhre, but will be bending over backwards to keep you happy.

Oh and you are only allowed to show him those nakhre, do it in front of any other male specie and he will be huffing and puffing and all up and over you.

"Pips let me do it for you, tell me what is it that you want?"

You two are getting Desi street food all the time even if he complains his cooking is better he will do it for you.

Caleb will occasionally snitch on you to your parents behind your back tho, but not to get you in trouble but to make sure his parents will trust him more to take care of you (hey in this house we like our men a little crazy)

What can I say he is just looking out for you.

You and Caleb will always be fighting for your lives during ludo and you will flip the board cause why is winning again and again, its YOUR game for fucks sake.

But if you want to short circuit his brain just put those pretty tanned legs of your on display, even tiny bit. He is gone. Caleb exe has stopped working.

When he confesses to you he does it in the mist sharukh khan way possible (ifykyk)

Is pretty sappy and romantic. On your anniversary he will learn and okay the song "suraj huwa Madham" on his guitar (ajwhwusjs)

Every time you bicker he makes it up with gajray as well.

[tamashithe2nd]

TO DREAM MY DEAREST BELOVED

Pre-corruption Burning Spice Cookie x Fem! Reader

WARNING!!!: spoilers for Beast Yeast chapter 5-6, Burning Spice, Forced(?) Marriage, Narrator's POV or THIRD PERSON, Reader is called ; (Name) Cookie so get creative!!, proofread, BS might be OOC, Name is lowk a masochist, fake death!, Lack of dialogue/monologue, timeline is before and after the release of the beasts.

It all started when a Hero Shaped the History and his civilization. Though all his credit is finally shown and worshipped for, he can't help but feel the slow and aching feel of boredom. He's done his duties, so what now? continue this for the rest of his life? That's totally not his thing.

Up until one silly SILLY servant suggested him to settle down, as many cookies have thrown themselves onto him for quite some time. But, that's just not it for the Herald of Change.

That is, until one adorable cookie in his Kingdom, radiant as the burning sky above and as chaotic as any cookie. That's when the Herald's eyes shifted with curiosity. The moment his servants saw him lock eyes with the Cookie, they knew that she might spare more years of entertainment in his life before his boredom rises once more.

So they took it upon themselves to make her his bride.

It wasn't too difficult, She was actually looking for a husband! and for a Herald to be hers? quite honorable. Wonderful! even. But she did not prepare for the storm brought to her.

He was very loud and gets bored easily. But she knew her ways around pleasing her new husband. Which made him feel.. Happy? not entertained but an actual emotion rather than trying to put a smile on his face when someone tried to amuse him or get him out of his boredom.

“Dear! Let’s go hunt!”

“No! You’re to frail for that..”

“Please! I hunted multiple animals already!!” She said confidently,

“Yeah, like fishes?” He was soon met with a soft slap and pouts as he chuckled

“Okay I’m sorry,” he said as she smiled again, “so, hunting?” He chuckled as he nodded, preparing his gear.

EVERYTHING about her was unexpected. The first being that she genuinely knew how to love and care for him, making every mission a pain to go to when all he can think about is her. The fact that she saw through his accomplishments and tended his every need

It got to a point where he almost considered in baking a little cookie with her. Making little warriors so that way, he won't be so bored anymore! but he'd also be caught dead using children as a form of entertainment

Everything he did, was all for her now. Not until.

Not until someone killed her, The stupid cookie didn't even leave her body so he could bury and preserve her peacefully- NO. That DUMB COOKIE stole his heart. Hell he would've preferred his soul jam to be stolen than HER. The entire Kingdom saw Destruction, The Agony, The PAIN.

That day, Birthed the Destructive Cookie He Became to be.

That is, until those damned WITCHES. and gave their soul jam to the ANCIENTS! for one of his 'comrades' Shadow Milk Cookie, promised them the taste of Freedom.. Soon.

MEANWHILE.

"huh?.. where am I?" the cookie spoke to herself. In the wilderness of an unknown forest..

soon, she heard the rustle of leaves as she fliched

"who's there! come out! or else!" she yelled in fear, an emotion she hasn't felt in a long time. But soon, the little cookie showed itself, white and silver accents in his body and seemingly young.

"a cookie?.. outside of the faerie kingdom?.. no one has entered since.." the armed cookie said.

"what's your name? and state your purpose!.." he said preparing his arrow as she panicked "I don't need to have an arrow on my head to answer your question! I'm just as weak as you!.." she said as he lowered his guard, seeing that she isn't armed and seems to have no chance against him.

"I'm (NAME) cookie. And, I’m definitely not from here..” she said as she told him where she once from which etched confusion in the boy’s face. Soon he took her to the Faerie kingdom and reported her to Their King. As he could only freeze and silenced as he warned the cookie, name Silverbell cookie, to watch out from her. As she might be here to Destroy the tree. Now Aware of who she was to One of the Beasts. The cookie smelled the scent of deep tension.

But little did they know, That The GingerBrave and his comrades have come for White Lily Cookie, alongside an Ancient warrior, Pure Vanilla cookie.

That is until, Pure Vanilla spoke to the ‘Virtue of Truth.’ That is.. Not the actual. But the Beast of Deceit.. Shadow Milk cookie who freed himself. The faerie cookies and Gingerbrave Took it upon themselves to try to fight the Beast. But they were too late, as his comrades are about to be freed from the force they’re locked in.

(Name) Cookie saw all this play out. Unfamiliar of the Beast, she tries to help GingerBrave and everyone.

The Beast of Deceit couldn’t help but notice the markings on her body. Surely this isn’t her right? The woman who that Destructive Bastard kept Mumbling when they were in that tree.. those Marks are uncanny to Burning Spice’s..

“Oh?.. is one of Spicey’s little pesks here? Or are you.. that Cookie?” He giggled as she Expressed confusion

“How?.. how do you..-“ she was soon paused

“Don’t pause me! … well, of course I know your husband! We’re comrades you know? And WHY ARE YOU HELPING THE ENEMY?! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE ON YOUR HUSBAND’S SIDE, ARE YOU NOT?!” He yelled dramatically.

“Although I’m not that shocked that he pushed you away. He’s sooo out of Script 24/7.” He said in an uncaring tone.

“Anddd! He’s in that stupid tree right now! Probably begging to be with you, why not be on my side and-“

“And How am I supposed to believe a deceitful cookie like you?” she talked back

“NO TALK BACKS TO THE MAIN CHARACTER HERE!” He yelled at her face in anger of being disrupted AGAIN.

“Ehem. You can believe me since right now, as you can see. My SOUL JAM Is in the hands of an ancient. So as that one over there! The one with White hair and ugly green accents. Don’t get me started on the Blonde one.” He mocked the Ancients as she looked at them with shock

“What about my husband’s soul jam..?” She asked as the cookie’s Face brimmed with frustration

“OBVIOUSLY TAKEN! THESE PEOPLE ARE THE BAD GUYS! so why not help me.. Free your husband?” He smirked as she hesitated.

“Will.. will it still be him? The husband I had.. back then?..” she asked in hesitation and fear in her eyes as he smirked, ready to deceive her, Until he was interrupted by elder faerie cookie

“No, (Name) Cookie. He now has the pursuit of destruction! I won’t be so surprised If he’d destroy you too.” He said as she felt More hesitation in her heart.

The beast groaned “MUST YOU DISRUPT OUR TALK?! old hags like you think you’re so cool by disrupting us from a conversation!” He yelled angrily as he fixed himself and looked back at (Name) with a smile

“So, what will it be?” He smirked

She looks into his eyes

“free him.”

His eyes shined as he laughed. With everyone panicking as she held her weapon looking back at them.

“I’m sorry.” She frowned to the people who she once looked with joy

“But as his wife.. I.. I can’t let him go.” She said as the fight continued.

From them, the other beasts looked out. As Eternal Sugar Cheer for the new Member of this little fight as she lazily lay in her cloud. While Burning Spice looks at his beloved. With pride and joy, the only cookie he can never destroy.

And once he’s free, he’ll get everything he lost and build it all back again. With her.

Soon they were free from their grasp of the silver tree, as the female cookie immediately followed where He went, leading her to the woods of the faerie kingdom as she smiled

“My love..” she smiled as he looked back at her with a destructive smile

“You’re alive.. my dearest. I knew better than to doubt you but..” he frowned

“I never came back,” she responded.

“But I’m here now..”

“Yes.”

“You’re here.” He said as he embraced her once more. “You help free us.”

“And I shall repay you with my affection forever in this world. And destroy everything that tries to go against us.” He caressed her cheek as she smiled

“Right?” She said as she held him tight.

He sighed as he watched through the stars. As his mouth opens to say

“Sometimes, I wish I don’t dream.”

“Why?” She asked

“Because I can’t let you go.”

“What do you mean?”

He sighed as he opened his eyes. Waking up from his slumber. He wished it happened that way. That she woke up and Freed him from the silver tree. But that never happened.

“I wish I could destroy dreaming too. Because all of it is all about you.”

THE END.

(Might consider a happy ending, pls request so!)

[hazbinshusk]

Hi there! I saw your prompt request open so I thought about...Blitzø x Fem! Angel! Reader from the Kiss Roulette with #39 Prompt. A tentative kiss.

The C.H.E.R.U.B.S made heaven looks so bad after what they did in the living world. So, an angel is informed about this so she apologizes to the Imp's company. Knowing there's no need to fight between both worlds. Blitzø feels some kind of warm and kindness coming from the angel. Wanting to get to know more about her and the heavens. Maybe even teasing her about wanting a taste from heaven with a kiss...With fluff and maybe spice (I kinda had the idea a bit but the rest can be up to you)

So, I already sended you this request but then I found out I wrote the wrong number (Hope not to go wrong with this one this time so I dediced to wrote the name in case I wrote the wrong number).

thank you for being so patient! I had a little fun with it so it fit my voice a little better, but I hope you still like it :) also 'bible-thumpin' boytoys' might be one of my favourite bits of dialogue I've ever written for blitzø. anyway, heres...

prompt #39: a tentative kiss

“Okay… you wanna run by me again exactly in the fuck you are?” Blitzø says, an eyebrow raised as he lounges back in his chair, feet kicked up on the desk between you. His expression reads as disbelieving, but he still manages to take the moment to let it turn appraising, even predatory as he runs his gaze down over your figure. “’Cause you don’t look a single fuck like those cotton candy freaks that fucked with us up top.”

You smooth your fingers over the fabric covering your thighs, banishing non-existent wrinkles from your slacks. You were perched straight-backed on the chair opposite him, entirely aware of the three other demons listening in from the other side of the door. “I’m a CHERUB… or, well, an associate of CHERUB. I’m not heaven-born, I just liaise with the department.”

“Ohhh, so you’re one of the goody-two-shoe-fuckers that get to go topside after they bite it?” the imp asks, leaning forward slightly. His tail waves slowly back and forth behind him, and part of you wonders if he’s doing it on purpose – like he’s trying to offend you by making sure you notice every one of his demonic traits. “You must’a been borin’ as shit to end up with the Holy Rollers.”

You shrug a shoulder, amusement twitching at the edge of your lips despite yourself. “Must have.”

“So, what?” Blitzø continues, a kind of cavalier smirk playing over his features. “Your bosses all pissy ‘cause we kicked your buddies’ asses halfway back to heaven and now you’re… what? Here to make it even? ‘Cause I gotta tell ya, you’re cute an’ all, but I’m pretty sure we can serve your ass back to ya on a silver platter.”

“You think I’m cute?” you ask, and Blitzø grins. You shake your head, holding up your hands in surrender. “I’m not here for some kind of avenging angel deal. Dearie told me… told the department how it all went down, and—”

“That bambi bitch’s name is Dearie?”

“—I wanted to apologise for what happened.”

Blitzø’s eyebrow arches again. “You wanted to apologise. Not your bosses.”

You swallow, pressing your lips together.

Shit.

You weren’t exactly here on sanctioned orders; Lord, if anyone found out that you’d hijacked a portal to come down here… well, you’d probably end up in the same predicament as Cletus, Colin and Keenie. And honestly, spending the Father only knows how long trapped in the mortal world with them for company… Maybe you should have thought this through.

“I, uh… it’s important that the relationship between Heaven and Hell stays civil—” you say, and the imp snorts in derision.

“Yeah, you feathery fucks seem to be real concerned with keepin’ the peace.” he replies snidely, and your brow furrows in confusion at the comment. He leans forward in his seat, giving you that appraising look again that makes something inside you flutter. You push it down, swallowing. “Speakin’ of, shouldn’t you have a rack on you?”

“Excuse me?” you say, offended, and you can’t help but glance down at your chest automatically.

Blitzø snickers, letting his own gaze linger there for a moment before he waves a hand towards the space over your shoulder. “Wings, sugar. Shouldn’t you have a pair?”

“Oh,” you feel a blush creep into your cheeks at your presumption. “I do, they’re just… kind of a pain to have out all the time. Besides, this way I can… blend in a little better down here.”

Blitzø huffs a laugh, pushing himself up out of his chair. “Nice try, tits. But there ain’t no sinners down here that look like you.”

That fluttery feeling blooms inside you again, tickling low in your belly and floating into your chest as he rounds the desk towards you. He leans against it, claws curled around the edge of the desktop beside his hips, his legs only a few sparse inches from your knees. You jump slightly as you feel something touch your ankle – the point of his tail brushes against your pant leg as it waves slowly beside him. The imp’s smirk widens at your reaction.

“And none of ‘em dress like that, either.” he points out. “Pride ain’t exactly the place for business casual.”

You glance down at yourself again, at your pressed pants and button down, before looking back up at him from under your brows. You find yourself trying for the same playfully sarcastic tone he’s been using on you. “You saying I should have tried for the leather look?”

Blitzø blinks, caught off-guard by the change in your tone. Then, he smiles again, sharp-toothed and thoroughly entertained. “Definitely. Personally, I’d love to see those legs of yours all wrapped up in tight, black…”

“Mr. Buckzo—”

“Call me Blitz.”

“Blitz,” you correct yourself. “I’m here to try and establish a diplomatic relationship between—”

“You ever thought about it?”

“Huh?”

Blitzø grins. “Takin’ a walk on the dark side. See what you were missin’ out on by playin’ good girl for God all those years on Earth. They might have invented their own brand of fuckin’ up in Cloud Cuckoo Land, but I can guarantee your bible-thumpin’ boytoys ain’t got nothin’ on me.”

You flush, and that seems to amuse him more. “Are you… seriously… hitting on me right now?”

Blitzø’s smile doesn’t waver. “You tellin’ me you’re not interested?”

Casting a glance back to the door, you struggle to find an appropriate response. You jump again as he suddenly leans forward just as you turn around to face him again, bracing himself over you by gripping the arms of your chair. It effectively cages you in, and your breath catches in your throat as it brings his face so, so close to yours.

You swallow, and he smirks.

“I… I came here,” you repeat, trying to keep the waver out of your voice. “To try and mend… fences between our organizations…”

“Mm. You wanna make amends?”

You nod, biting your lip. Blitzø’s eyes flicker down to catch the movement. His tail is switching slowly behind him again.

“You wanna make it up to us for what your dick co-workers did?”

“I—”

“Show me how much.” he challenges, eyes half-lidded and downright… seductive. You shift in your seat, face aflame. “C’mon… you know you want to. One little kiss to show me how much you care… maybe a quick, five star fuck if you feel up to it—”

“Jesus Christ…” the curse comes out as barely more than a breath.

“Look, at you. Takin’ the Lord’s name in vain.” he chuckles. “Careful, baby. You spend too much time down here, and you might find you like it.”

“It’s Hell, not a holiday.” you point out. “I’m not exactly worried about wanting an address change.”

“Yeah?” he retorts teasingly. “Prove it. Give me a little taste of Heaven.”

You waver for a moment before your sense of reason finally gives way to your curiosity. You reach up, curling your fingers in the front of his coat. Blitzø actually looks surprised as you lean up, meeting his lips hesitantly with your own.

They’re surprisingly soft and warm against yours, and the stiffness in his body eases as he relaxes into the embrace. When you pull away, you exhale in the hopes of steadying yourself. Blitzø meets your eye for a moment, and then his lips are on yours again, his hand coming up to cup your cheek.

You can feel the sharp points of his claws in your hair, against the soft skin by your ear, but instead of unnerving you, you find it excites you, spurs you on. When your lips part he touches his tongue to your bottom lip, and you sigh into his mouth. Your hand leaves his chest to slide over the side of his neck to curl around the nape of it, and you’re surprised to hear him moan quietly into the kiss. It thrills you more than it should, as does the way his tongue slides against yours.

Your fingers brush against one of the spikes at the back of his head, and you jerk away from him, his teeth grazing your lip as you do. Blitzø blinks as though dazed, shaking himself as you suddenly push your chair back and stand, the chair legs screeching obnoxiously against the carpet.

“I should… I should go.” you stumble over the words, grateful that the imp doesn’t move to follow you as you back away from him a few steps. “My… my friend can only keep the portal open for so long before they notice I’m gone. So, I should…”

Blitzø nods, recovering himself. “Right. Yeah. Yeah, you should… yeah…”

You give him an awkward, tight-lipped smile, holding out a hand for him to shake. “It was… thank you for meeting with me, Blitz.”

He laughs at your sudden propriety, shaking his head in amusement as he closes the distance between you and takes hold of your hand. Instead of shaking it, he turns it over, bending down and brushing his lips against the back of it. Blitzø holds your gaze as he does, and you can’t help the bashful smile that flickers over your face.

“Anytime.”

send me a prompt and either husk or blitzø

[mxstellatayte]

landoscar 4+1 kiss things.

alternate title: four times it's casual and the first time it isn't

this one is inspired by @prokrastinartiya's landoscar kissing meme! i saw it, fell in love, BOOM absolutely locked in for an idea :)) (before y'all start telling me it's normally 5+1 I KNOW shhhhhhh i prioritize quality over quantity)

contains: the 4 is mostly fluff but a lil bit of spice, the +1 is straight up smut tho, smut warnings: making out, sub lando, miami gp win, congratulatory sex, L bombs, lowkey a shitty ending bc i don't know how to write endings LOL, just two boys being really in love :)

find the original art post that inspired this here!

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i: the establishing kiss.

contrary to popular belief, oscar's love language is physical touch. he doesn't let it show all that much, but when he feels safe with someone, he doesn't stop showing it.

take lando, for example.

the first time he kisses lando, they're in japan in 2023. the brit is initially confused and a little bit shocked, taken aback by the sudden change in oscar's demeanor, but quickly learns to reciprocate.

lando had been endlessly yapping about something or other, oscar hadn't really been paying attention, but when his engineer poked his head in to summon oscar for a quick check in about potential tyre strategies, oscar stood, pressed a kiss to lando's cheek, and was about to walk out of the room before he heard his teammate short circuit.

"shit, sorry. it was an automatic reflex. is it... was that okay?" oscar had backpedaled, completely ignorant to the flush that immediately flooded lando's summer-tanned skin.

"y- yeah, it's fine, i just... wasn't expecting it."

oscar takes that as permission to continue the goodbye kisses.

ii: on the forehead.

the second time, lando is clinging to oscar's arm in his sleep, the left side of his body plastered to oscar's right and his head resting on oscar's shoulder. they're heading back to the MTC on the team jet after qatar, and frankly, oscar understands lando's exhaustion. the heat that weekend was entirely unbearable to the point where multiple teams, including mclaren, were genuinely concerned for their drivers' and pit crews' safety, and most, if not all, of the drivers had reported feeling unwell in their cars. the fact that he and lando had somehow managed to scrape a double podium together despite the brutal conditions was astounding.

lando shifts a bit in his sleep, the crown of his head resting in the nook between oscar's jaw and his shoulder, and a protective impulse hits oscar like a freight train. he tilts his head just so, pressing his lips to lando's forehead gently enough so that he doesn't wake, instead sighing delicately in oscar's arms and shifting impossibly closer.

oscar lays his head on top of lando's and passes out within minutes, the comforting weight of lando's body on his lulling him into the deepest sleep he's gotten in weeks.

iii: on the cheek.

the next kiss occurs inside the MTC, and this time, it's lando's lips on oscar's skin.

immediately after being released from the team debrief meeting that stretches on, in lando's entirely correct opinion, for an unnecessarily long amount of time, he all but throws himself into oscar's arms, and oscar gladly accepts, wrapping his own arms around lando's waist and burying his face into the soft fabric of lando's hoodie. thankfully, lando had quickly caught on to the fact that reciprocating oscar's physical touch is not only acceptable but also welcomed and encouraged, so he'd begun initiating hugs and slotting himself underneath oscar's arm more frequently in the past weeks.

"hello to you, too," oscar murmurs into lando's hoodie, taking comfort in the feeling of lando's arms around his body.

"'m so happy you're okay," lando mumbles, his face tucked into the crook of oscar's neck between his jaw and his shoulder. "you... you are okay, right?" he pulls back briefly, looking up at oscar with concerned eyes that search oscar's own, scanning for any signs of discomfort or pain but finding none.

"i'm okay. are you?" lando's eyes slip shut with a nod, the most delicate of smiles tugging at his lips.

"yeah, i'm good."

"good." lando pulls back, much to oscar's disappointment, the stale, conditioned air of the conference room replacing the comforting warmth of lando's body almost immediately. sensing that the hug is now over, oscar lets his hands drop, settling awkwardly at his sides.

fuck it, oscar thinks. "you wanna get dinner?"

lando sighs, scrubbing a hand down his face. "i don't know, mate, i'm pretty beat. breakfast tomorrow?"

had lando not been focused on noticing how scuffed his trainers are, he would've seen the way oscar's lips fell into his signature pout. instead, he hears a quiet "oh, okay," before looking back up and smiling faintly. "i'll text you?"

oscar sounds like a kicked puppy.

"oh, come here, you muppet." lando's left arm wraps around oscar's shoulders and his right hand holds oscar's chin, his lips on oscar's cheek, and... yeah. that's exactly what oscar needed. "where do you wanna get dinner?"

iv: on the neck.

it's early february, and they're finally back in woking to film some teaser content before pre-season tests in bahrain.

"mm, i missed you," lando says, tilting his head back as oscar mouths at his neck, and oscar hums in response. of course, oscar takes that opportunity to graze his teeth across the delicate skin of lando's neck, which, in turn, makes lando whine.

when oscar pulls back to catch his breath, his mouth goes dry, a stark contrast to the spit-shiny side of lando's neck. the fact that the buttons of his team kit polo are all completely undone and the collar is shoved to the side only adds to it, but his disheveled curls and flushed face really tie it all together with a pretty bow made of the finest ribbon oscar could ever imagine. "fuck, you look beautiful."

"osc," lando whines, and the look in his eyes can only be described as downright pathetic. his eyes are glassy, his lips parted and red from how furiously oscar had kissed them just minutes before, and his chest heaves with the panting breaths he's taking. it's only then that oscar notices- lando's hard.

+i: on the lips.

oscar hasn't really fully processed it yet. lando just got his maiden formula 1 win. he heard it on the radio, the replay of lando's overwhelmed cheers, screaming to his engineer that they did it, they finally did it.

it's only when his lips find lando's long after the podium ceremony, the lingering taste of champagne, sweat, and tears filtering itself onto his tongue, that he realizes just how real it is, and he can't even find it in himself to be mad that he wasn't in the points. "'m so proud of you," oscar says between kisses. "so fucking proud of you." the soft duvet of the hotel room bed wrinkle as lando squirms in an attempt to release some of the pent-up energy from all the adrenaline coursing through his body.

"fuck, osc..." lando's brain short circuits when he feels oscar's hands reach underneath his shirt, calloused fingertips on sensitive skin. "thank you." lando keeps smiling stupidly into the kisses oscar's pressing to his lips, hands scrabbling to grasp at whatever they can. oscar feels like every single sense in his body is heightened, and he's noticing every single detail about every single kiss he feels. the scent of champagne and sweat and lando's skin, the taste of something so distinctly lando that oscar doesn't think he'll ever be able to describe in words, and, above all, the feeling of lando's skin on his. desperate hands grabbing everywhere on oscar's body they can reach, the toned muscle of his abdomen beneath oscar's palms, lando's legs tight around his waist, bringing oscar impossibly closer to the tender skin on the inside of his thighs-

fuck.

he's hard.

"oscar," lando whines, pulling away ever so slightly to catch his breath. "fuck me."

what?

what the fuck?

oscar swears he's hearing things. the roar of engines, wheel guns, and fans' screams have finally gotten to him and he's suffering from either hallucinations or straight up hearing loss.

"what?"

"fuck me, please. there's lube and condoms in the bottom of my suitcase." and... fuck. stronger men have been defeated by less, so there's no way in hell oscar will be able to resist that, especially with how desperate lando sounds.

"where you hoping this would happen?" oscar stands, immediately mourning the loss of lando's body heat, but hastily rummages through the suitcase placed at the foot of the bed, easily locating the bottle of lube and a condom from the bottom of lando's suitcase, exactly where he said they'd be. he doesn't miss the way lando's cheeks flush even more as he nods, hands desperately fumbling to get his shirt off, just to have something to do with them. oscar grins and clicks his tongue, dropping the lube and condom next to lando's hip. "let's get these jeans off, yeah?"

"please." lando's hands fly to his pants, popping the button open and shoving the fly down before shimmying his legs out of the denim. a shuddering sigh pushes past his lips at the release of pressure, and oscar shoves his own jeans down, kicking his and lando's pants off of the bed. there's a faint dark spot on the front of lando's boxers, his erection tenting the fabric, and oscar's sure he looks no different.

"are you sure about this?" there's a nagging in the back of oscar's mind, telling him it's all the adrenaline from lando's maiden win, that this isn't actually what lando wants, that he's going to regret it in the morning... the tone of oscar's voice brings lando out of his haze, clarity returning to the race winner's eyes alongside something else that oscar can't currently pinpoint at the moment.

"do you want to do this?" that's what it is. concern. lando's voice is clear, lacking any of the previous whiny twinge it'd held just moments prior, and his hands come up to gently hold the side of oscar's neck, his fingertips brushing the short bits of oscar's hair. "if you don't want to do this, we can go out and get drunk and forget this ever happened." his eyes search oscar's, his multicolored irises inspecting for any sign of discomfort, hesitation, or uneasiness.

leaving is the last thing oscar wants to do. he knows that much.

with a deep, steadying breath and a shift of his hips- oh, fuck, that was a mistake, because now his clothed dick is laying in the juncture of lando's hip and thigh, and, instead of the thought-out words he was going to say, the only thing that spills past his lips is a moan and a breathy "stay" on the tail end of it. the muscles in his arms give out and he collapses on top of lando, his face tucked into the crook of lando's neck, and when he inhales, lando's fingers already raking soothing rows along his scalp, he smells champagne, sweat, and lando's body wash.

"stay."

"okay, osc. i can do that."

oscar isn't sure how long they lay there, lando's left hand resting in the small of oscar's back and his right rubbing soothing lines into oscar's scalp, but by the time his heart rate slows and his brain stops running a mile a minute, the desperation and speed that he was ready to fuck lando with has sunk out of his body. there's only one problem- well, rather, two problems, but one stems from the other. one: oscar and lando are both still hard. two: neither of them have the energy required for prep, sex, and aftercare.

lando is able to solve both of those problems, though.

"osc?"

"hm?"

"do you want me to get you off?" oscar's face flushes, a whine falling from his lips in embarrassment, but he nods into lando's neck. "yeah?" oscar nods again. "okay, baby. i'm gonna need you to get these off for me, though." he thumbs at the elastic waistband of oscar's boxers, and oscar is barely able to muster enough strength to push himself up and off of lando's chest to pull his boxers off and toss them aside before falling back onto lando. "can you roll over for me, baby?" okay, scratch that. now he summons the last of his strength to roll off of lando, wincing slightly when the long-forgotten bottle of lube and condom dig into his ribs.

"hey." lando's voice has a tenderness to it that oscar's never heard before, used to the constant energy and bubbly laughs, and it makes something stir deep in oscar's chest. before he can prod into it and try to figure out what it might be, though, lando's rolling over and slotting his left leg between oscar's, leaning down, and kissing oscar with a certain softness that leaves every point of contact with lando's body fizzling with electricity. it's a unique and beautifully intimate moment, chests pressed together and bodies touching everywhere they possibly can as hands grasp for places to hold the other closer.

oscar moans into the kiss, high and pathetic, when lando takes both of their cocks into his hand, and even dry, he thinks he could cum just like that.

"oh, fuck, lando-" oscar's eyes are screwed shut, panting as lando continues licking into his mouth, running his tongue along oscar's lips before dipping down to oscar's neck, mimicking the same actions there. lando can't form a verbal response, so he simply hums relishing in the taste of oscar's skin. the aussie doesn't want to admit just how keyed up he is, doesn't want to admit the fact that, with a little bit of lube and a little bit of movement, he'd be cumming onto lando's hand.

thankfully, though, lando seems to be in the same boat, and he makes that very well known with a perfectly timed gentle thrust of his hips forward and a slight loosening of his hand, and the sound that it pulls from oscar's throat can only be described as unholy. "osc..."

"like this, lando, please."

"fuck, me too." oscar jumps slightly when the cold lube hits his cock, but with the slide it adds and the grip around lando's big hand has around them both and the fact that he's completely caged in and every single sense is flooded with lando, lando, lando, the temperature difference is rapidly forgotten in favor of white-hot pleasure. he can't stop himself- his hips are canting up into lando's hand, and it just feels so, so good. oscar's ears aren't processing the difference between his moans and lando's, so all he knows is that there's sounds of sex filling the hotel room, the wet slide of his cock along lando's, and it's so much at once.

when lando's hips start moving, too, fucking into his own fist, oscar throws his head back into the fluffy pillow and groans so loud that he gets a flickering sense of sympathy for whatever neighbors may share a wall with this hotel room, but it's immediately wiped from his brain as lando's lips meet his once more.

oscar isn't sure how much time passes, his lips and tongue gliding along lando's and their hips fucking into lando's hand, but his ears finally process that lando's moaning his name, desperately mouthing at his neck. "oscar, aah, fuck, i'm gonna cum, please, 'm gonna cum-" and, well. oscar didn't think he had a thing for begging, much less a thing for his teammate begging, yet here he is.

"yeah. yeah, go for it. cum for me, baby." before oscar finishes talking, his words breathy and faint, lando's cumming with a cry, his hips shuddering as his cum paints his hand and oscar's cock and stomach in a pearly white. oscar looks down, and the sight he's met with is absolutely filthy. past the mop of lando's curly hair and sweat-shiny skin, he sees the way lando's muscles tense with every thrust and the way his dick is painted white with cum and lube.

"fuck, fuck, fuck, osc, love you, love you so much." and that's what sends him over the edge, muscles in his torso tensing as he grasps desperately at lando's shoulders.

"aah, lan- love you. love you."

[caitskywalker14]

Run For The Hills - Toxic! Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

So this is my first post on here and I’m currently DOWN BAD for Ellie and I LOVE all the angst fics people write on here so wanted to do my own based on ‘run for the hills’ by Tate McRae as the song is soooo good! And fits the mood of this story??? lol. This also is super long but it’s worth it I hope

Anyway, i hope you all enjoy this as much as I have writing it you hoes xx

( toxic!ellie, cheating, drug mention, substance use, situationships, reader is aware its wrong but can’t stop loving Ellie, swearing, hints of spice, modern au, overall negative vibes from Ellie, TW bruises and physical pain as well as mental/emotional pain, confusing love and lust, toxic name calling, manipulation and angst)

Bold is lyrics of the song xx

GIF is not mine - credit to original owner and creator.

Hotels, late nights, hands through my hair

Long talks, red eyes, clothes everywhere

Missing a moment when you're still there

You gotta thing you can't find nowhere, yeah-yeah

“Yeah well you’re fucking stupid if you think that you’re the only girl I’m screwing” screamed Ellie, her voice cracking in anger as she watched you pace up and down her apartment for what seemed like the 100th time this month. Despite it being late into the evening, your clothes were scattered all over the furniture, a reminder of the madness that just happened, and you desperately wanted to gather them and get out.

You and Ellie had a complicated relationship, if you could even call it that - hot, tension filled sex and arguments mixed with the drugs and alcohol fuelled college parties only made the situations you would find yourself in 10 times worse. Not to mention her lying, cheating, manipulation, and endless list of red flags that would lead any sane person to immediately cut ties… Yet there was something about the girl that drew you in. Like a moth to a flame, she enticed you, her words like honey when she whispered filthy words of praise in your ears, fingers rough yet still gentle on the rare occasions she’d take care of you after sex. And those eyes - those piercing, green eyes that seemed to fill your core with heat and desire every time she looked into yours. Ellie Williams truly was something else, and you knew it - she knew it too. Her confidence oozed sex appeal, as she often would remind you during arguements, like tonight, that she could “get any girl in her bed” and she didn’t have a problem with getting “pretty girls with pretty pussy”.

Sometimes, on a rare occasion, she’d let you in to see her softer side. Her front of being cocky and arrogant slipped away when she’d carefully hold your hand whilst tenderly stroking your skin to calm you down at parties, or when you’d come to see her and she’d made a poor attempt of a pasta dish she heard you talk about for dinner and even on some mornings where you would wake up to her softly caressing your face whilst running her hands through your hair as she gazed with nothing but love and affection towards you. The long, deep talks you’d have whilst sharing weed, eyes red and hazy where you’d talk about hopes and plans for the future whilst she listened eagerly, joining in to talk and interrupt your rants with sweet kisses, both of you giggling like children. These moments were what kept you coming back for more, however these were rarer recently as the only things you would do together were fight, argue, cry, fuck and ghost each other in the ongoing cycle of your “situation”.

Deep down, you knew that Ellie had issues with commitment, whether that be with you, college work or even part time jobs - it wasn’t her “thing” as she often said to upset you during fights, preferring to live life recklessly which honestly fucked with your head in more ways than one. How could someone who claimed to love you cheat on you with girls all over campus? The same girl who said she was yours - that you owned her mind,body and soul, had messages and messages on her phone from girls who desperately wanted to sleep with her again. She truly was a piece of shit towards you, and you knew this yet foolishly still gave into her with a click of her fingers and you’d go running back. The truth was, when you cut her off you felt free, like you could breathe and the air was suddenly fresh and clear of all pollution yet inside your body, it didn’t feel right - you began to miss the moments you had when she was temporarily yours, you missed her mouth, the taste of her lips and the scent of her cologne. The things you couldn’t find in anyone else made it hard to leave, nowhere else felt like home to you.

Kissing, screaming, straight back to war

I'm walking out until I lock the door

Maybe the danger's covered by the thrill

'Cause I know I should be running for the hills

“Ellie I’m not fucking stupid that’s why I’m done with you, I’m done with whatever fucked up fantasy this is and I’m done with being treated like I don’t mean shit to you.” You paused in your step, hastily slipping on your jeans and hoodie as Ellie sat on her couch, smoking a cigarette with almost glassy eyes as she chuckled to herself.

“I’m exhausted Ellie, you’ve drained the life out of me and those messages?? Those fucking messages from Yasmine, that girl you swore you didn’t fuck last weekend when you bailed on our plans have tipped me over the fucking edge so I’m done”, you screamed at her, fuelled with anger and rage directed not only at Ellie and her antics, but yourself for being so dumb enough to think she could change. Ellie sat silently, you could see her mind was racing of what more hurtful lies she could spew at you. She puts her smoke out before she starts her talk.

“Yeah well, it’s not my fault you’re just a dumb slut who can’t get it into her skull that we aren’t a real thing, you should know that by now I fuck who I want, when I want, and you” she stands up, rushing into your personal space, beginning to jab her finger into your chest with each word, “YOU are not gonna stop me!“

“It’s your fault that I do cheat. I mean I have to put up with your bitchy whining all the time and I get sick of it. Why can’t you just be chill like the others?.”

You scoff in disbelief at her words, stepping back away from her vicious stance. Usually by now you’d be crying asking for her to stop and you’d seemingly end up back in her bed, but all you can think about is how disgusting she sounds and how you definitely deserve better. “Well I won’t whine anymore and I’m not gonna stop you from fucking whatever girl you pick, because you’re dead to me.”. You turn around, collecting your last few items, ignoring her cold stare piercing into your back.

Once you had gathered your belongings, you leant against the door frame to put your shoes on, when suddenly a brutal force pushed you against the door, Ellie had you trapped. She had her tatted, muscular arms pressed against the door, caging your body so you couldn’t escape. “Babe, come on, you know you don’t mean that.”, she utters, looking into your eyes with that smirk, teasing you with her tone. “You always act so tough and mighty but we both know what you want”. Ellie’s fingers now found themselves gripping at your chin, tilting your head up to look deeper into her eyes, still keeping you secure against her chest and the door. “You want to be consumed by me, you live and breathe for me baby and you know that I’m the only one who gives that pussy a good fuck, just how you like it”, her hands now trailing down to your hips to possessively grab you to further press herself into your body. You let out a small gasp at the impact, turning your head away to avoid looking into her eyes as she slowly traced kisses over the sensitive skin of your neck. Mustering your strength, you push Ellie away from you, opening the door to finally leave the toxic girl you once loved. Before you left, she dropped her last few words.

“You should have known not to get too attached baby, I told you to run for the hills before ever falling for me”

You shuddered. A sick part of you loved the thrill, the chase and the danger surrounding Ellie Williams, but yeah maybe you should run for the hills, and never come back.

The way you touch me

Straight to the heart, yeah

It cuts me

'Cause I know deep down that it's

Never gonna ever be us, oh

Never gonna ever be more than just something that's fucking me up

A few days have passed, and you’re alone in your room. Since your messy “breakup” with Ellie, you don’t think you’ve ever been this bored in your entire life. Mindlessly, you begin scrolling on social media, checking snap, TikTok and the usual sites to see what everyone’s up to. Scrolling through instagram stories, you stumble across Ellie’s. You forgot to block her account this time, you’d been busy doing your own thing and your method of “healing” didn’t include blocking…more in the form of parties, kissing girls and doing shots until you blacked out with your friends.

Anxiously, you debated whether or not to click it - you knew she’d see you in her views and probably boast about it to her friends that you were obsessed with her, but you thought fuck it and clicked onto it. You held a breath as you nervously waited for the story to load. When it did, your heart stopped in your chest, a painful cut seeping slowly through your skin. It was a picture of Ellie in a bathroom mirror at what seemed to be a party, with a girl (a girl whom you actually haven’t seen her with before), bent over with Ellie stood behind her grabbing her hip as the other hand held her phone so she could pose in the mirror. The story included a caption “New bitch who dis” and the song choice was rather interesting at least - “I don’t fuck with you”.

As soon as you’d saw this, you finally let out a gasp of shock as you paused the screen, examining every last detail of the picture - Ellie’s fingernails now painted black, her signature flannel shirt unbuttoned for a relaxed look and her smirk as she looked into the camera, almost as if she was taunting you by her public display of her latest fling. It hurt, you couldn’t lie or pretend that her attempt of making you feel shitty didn’t work because it did. You looked as Ellie’s hand was possessively gripping the girl’s hip, often like how she would with you when she’d take you from behind (especially at parties when you’d sneak off to the bathroom), and you missed her touch. The way her fingers worked inside you, curling to hit the spot that made you see stars, the way they’d pull and tug at your hair when she’d pound you and the touch of her lips when she’d suck on your neck and nipples when she fucked you. It all came flooding back into your head and you felt your eyes swell with tears, stomach aching as you felt your emotions overflowing.

Still, deep down, you knew that it would never just be you and her. You knew your once-ideal-world of you being together was a facade. You knew that you’d never be enough for Ellie, enough to make her change. Despite this, it still hurt and the wounds she left seemed like they’d never heal. This toxic cycle did nothing but fuck you up each time it happened. Swiping off her story, you took a deep breath as you laid your head back onto your pillow, closing your eyes as you took deep breaths.

You made a promise to yourself to rise above it - you deserved so much better.

I know that when it's all done

I'll hate you bad in the long run

But, somehow, it never ends

My heel's on the edge of your bed again, yeah

I get obsessive with you

All that I want is attention from you

Break into my life and break all my rules, it's true

It had now been nearly 2 weeks since you’d seen Ellie in person, and despite her numerous attempts to contact you via calling, texting, Snapchat and all the rest, your dislike for the girl was still strong and you swore that you had finally closed your chapter with Ellie for good. It was also down to your friends (who always were there when she’d hurt you in the past) that literally warned you not to go back or else they’d rock your shit. They hated Ellie and hated her making you cry. You promised them that it was done, finished and over, convincing them and yourself that you hated her.

The weekend was finally approaching and there were major plans for a party at one of the frat houses on campus. You and your friends were extremely excited to attend, especially after a hard week of exams, tests and homework. The best medicine you all needed was to look sexy, get wasted and maybe even hook up with fellow party-goers. It was that one night that you desperately craved someone’s attention. You just didn’t think it would be from the person who broke your heart…Ellie. Even more so after all you’ve said about “not falling back into her trap”. Again, fate decided that this cycle would never end.

The night was crazy, you had had more shots that you could count, cups and cups full of endless spirits mixed with cheap juices/soda. You had laughed with friends whilst dancing to the playlist booming from the speakers, comforted random girls in the bathroom who cried over their exes and gotten a few girls socials (maybe even had a few kisses too but you’d probably forget all about them in the morning). However, all the fun had to come to an end at some point.

As soon as you saw Ellie stood in the corner, her eyes darkening with lust and passion, heat filled your core and you felt those same butterflies you felt the first time you saw her. The music and voices turned to a blur as the only thing you could focus on was her as she slowly walked towards you through the crowd, pulling you into her arms to hold you close - almost as if you’d slip away again if she let go. Nervously, you looked into her eyes, cursing yourself for craving her touch and attention. You were down bad, obsessed with her and it would surely be the death of you.

“You ready to come home babe?” She asked softly, a hint of amusement in her tone as she rested her hands on your waist, rubbing up and down your body.

The only thing you could do was nod as she gripped your hand, her poisonous touch melting away at your flesh as she led you to the uber she’d booked. Whisking you away from the party with only one thing on her mind - make up sex. Touching and tasting your body, the things that Ellie missed way more than she’d admit.

You broke the promise you made to your friends, you broke the promise to yourself and you let her invade your life like a parasite once again. It’s true, you’d let her break you down again like always. All just to gain some sort of attention from her, even if it was fake.

You hooked up once more.

Should run for the hills, should run for the hills

Should be running for the hills

The way you touch me

The next morning you woke up, limbs tangled and your clothes scattered all over Ellie’s cluttered bedroom. Your head was pounding from your hangover as you turned to Ellie’s sleeping figure next to you. She looked so peaceful, at ease and calm as you watched her chest rise slowly with each breath she took. You laid there for a good 30 minutes, counting each freckle on her cheeks, tracing her scars lightly to not wake her.

You wish every moment you spent with Ellie could be like this - it would be a dream come true. Though you knew deep down that this moment would be ruined in some way or another when the girl woke up, or even in a few days when her habits caught up with her. You felt your eyes fill with salty tears as you felt nausea overcome you when gazing at her. How could someone so beautiful cause so much suffering?

Lightly turning over, you stretched your sore limbs as you got up to head to the bathroom, walking in and turning the light on.

You looked a mess - a physical manifestation of your mind and soul. Lips cracked and sore, as you gazed at your reflection. Your chest was covered in bites and bruises, causing you to wince as you’d accidentally press too hard on your wrists, where her hands had gripped you last night. Looking down, your inner thighs were not left untouched with finger prints and bites there too. Last night was a blur, you enjoyed the sex you and Ellie would engage in but last night seemed to cause more pain than pleasure. As you stood there in silence you came to the reality…

This was the touch you craved? These were the type of marks that drove you wild?

How did you not see the physical damage she did to you?

You spent all your time being mentally drained by Ellie that you’d forgotten how it felt physically to be treated like this by someone you were supposed to love and feel protected by. It wasn’t right and you felt like a fool for it taking this long for you to truly realise the impact she had on you. Her touch was toxic, her words were venom and you’d clearly confused love and lust as the same thing. You had spent that much time focusing on the rare good moments you’d have with Ellie, that they had made you forget how unhealthy it all was.

Washing your face with cold water, you looked into the mirror at the girl you didn’t recognise. It was time to leave. For good. Before it was too late.

Leaving the bathroom, you silently began getting dressed, trying your best to not break down and wake her. Ellie was a deep sleeper, especially after drinking so you knew that this would be an easy escape. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you looked round the room at all of her posters, pictures and trinkets she had. You inhaled the scent of pine leaves, mint and vanilla. Taking a deep breath, you looked at Ellie once more, before leaning down to place a kiss at the top of her head and you left.

You did the one thing you’d never thought you’d do.

You ran for those hills and you never looked back.

So guys I hope you enjoyed this first piece I wrote, it made me emotional to write this as I myself have been through similar situations as well as people I know in real life. As I stated this is my first piece so I know there will be some errors as I’m new to this, thanks for understanding!

Abuse in any form is not ok. This work is purely for fictional purposes and not to be taken as a representation of a healthy, human relationship.

Please know that help is there if you need it. You’re not alone🖤

Please show some love and support below and let me know what you think. I might do more of these if I get requests or enough people like this one.

Thanks again x

[deadhands69]

Under the Christmas Tree 

MDNI 

Shouto Todoroki x Reader

Content/warnings/etc: gn/afab reader, Chapter 431 spoilers, porn with plot, post-canon/aged up slightly for no other reason than me being amused by the idea of Shouto Todoroki spending the entirety of his twenties after ch431 making stacks of soba bowls instead of ever attempting to get laid. He does get laid in this though: blowjob, fingering, slightly awkward sex (f on top, m on top), also contains swearing and explicit conversations. [wc: 2.6k]

2 1/2 Months Ago: Kaminari’s Halloween Party 

It wasn't really Halloween, but three days after. Being heroes, you are all used to it. Drinking holidays always bring out a villain streak in a lot of people so most of your gatherings end up on off days. After the long week, it was nice to have a lowkey night with a few old friends.

“Okay, you're up next!” Kirishima yells across the table, knuckles deep in candy corn. 

“Alright,” you pause to consider your next words. Looking down at your four upright fingers before continuing, “never have I ever…”

You can't remember what your actual words were. Whatever you said, it was boring. A few people groan around the circle, fingers dropping, then it's Sero’s turn. And he was determined to spice it back up again. 

“Never have I ever,” he starts with a twisted smile, “eaten ass…before breakfast.”

“Booooo,” Kaminari groans, tossing a few pieces of candy corn at him before dropping his last finger. “Okay, fine. Who's next?”

Shouto is up next. You prepared yourself for another odd one, his last turn was that he's never worn mismatched socks.

“Hey Todoroki,” chirped Mina, “quite a few fingers you're holding up there.”

He glanced down to the nine fingers still remaining before he looked at everyone else's in confusion. He was the only one in the room not down to one hand. Kaminari, Hagakure, and Shinso were all out. 

“Oh. Isn't that.. How you win?” 

“By losing at life?” Bakugo laughs. 

“There's no way you aren't lying,” Jiro adds, “wasn't Hagakure’s ‘never have I ever fucked a girl?’”

“I haven't done that with anyone,” Shouto responded. 

“There's no way,” Sero responded, “you're thirty! You've been voted the hottest hero in every girly magazine for ten years straight. I'm not buying it.”

“It's true, I really haven't,” Shouto said quite plainly, before glancing around the table again. He briefly locked eyes with you, searching for your reaction before quickly looking away. A blush crept up on his cheeks. 

Up to that moment, it had never occurred to him to be self conscious about his lack of sexual experience (or about anything, really.) But that night, with all of your eyes staring, he started to think maybe something was wrong with him. 

3 Weeks Ago: Mina & Kirishima’s Kitchen

“Here’s to comfort,” you read. 

“Ooh that's always a fun one!” Mina exclaimed, grabbing the blue stick out of your hand. “I'll pass that along to your Secret Santa!”

Every year since graduating from UA, your friends group has organized a gift giving game. It had now become some convoluted version of Secret Santa that started relatively normal but gained extra steps and rules along the way. At some point, popsicle sticks in a jar with phrases on the bottom of each were added to give your gifter a theme to stick to. Partially for fun, mostly because a few of your former classmates struggled without a prompt. 

“Ooooh, and guess what Todoroki got!” Mina fished through the jar for a green popsicle stick before holding it up, “‘a new experience!’ You can help him with that, riiiight?”

“Oh come on,” you dismiss, “he's cute but he’s clearly not interested in that sort of thing.”

“That's not what he said last week,” Mina winked at you. You look to Jiro for some confirmation.

“In more or less words, yeah.” 

“And that means…” you ask.

“I said ‘ooh sounds like someone’s getting a blowjob from Santa this year!’” Mina began laughing too hard to keep talking. Jiro continued, “we had to explain that no, we do not actually mean Santa. It was a whole thing, but in the end he said it’s something he’d been ‘thinking about a lot lately.’”

Kaminari chimed in, “and he’s had a crush on you for ages! I think you should do it, even if you don’t get him for Secret Santa.”

“Of course [y/n] will get him, we'll rig it. Like we do every year,” Mina flicked her eyebrows up at you. 

“Wait, what??��� Kaminari exclaimed, dropping his beer. 

“You didn't know that?” Jiro asked, while throwing a towel at him. “You've been at the planning meetings, how could you not know that?”

“Okay, okay, you can explain it to him later. But now, let's get back to what's important.”

She moved into your space with intensity until her pink nose was nearly touching yours. Without breaking eye contact she asked:

“will you do it, [y/n]?” 

Current Date: Kaminari’s Holiday Party

“Okay, everyone remember. There are five hours left of today!” Mina announces, “I repeat, 5 hours! If you do not give your Secret Santa gift in this time, you will owe them lunch for a week!”

Secretly, nearly everyone hoped to get Bakugo for this reason - he’s an amazing cook and hates the game. Guaranteed lunch for a week. 

Maybe you got him this year, your gifter still hasn’t done anything. You haven’t either though.

It’s not that you didn’t want to, it’s just… awkward. 

Plus, the opportunity hadn’t come up. You were only alone with Shouto twice in the past few weeks. Once, you were both called to an emergency and went home covered in ash and blood. The other time, you were trying to work up the courage to bring it up when Denki showed up at your door to use the bathroom after bursting a pipe in his (the joys of living two doors away from him.) After that, he was out of town for a week. Then he was jetlagged. This is your first time seeing him since then. He looks well rested, at least. 

Four hours pass by quickly. 

You need to find a way to draw him out but every time you’ve tried, he’s been busy. First with distributing the handmade soba bowls and chopsticks he’s gifting everyone. Now he’s playing a card game with Sero and Kirishima. You’d been following him around all night, looking for your opening to no avail. Maybe it’s the constant glancing or the way you’re tapping your foot, but his two opponents have taken notice of your predicament.  

“Heyy,” a drunk Kirishima throws an arm over Shouto’s shoulders, “it would be super manly if you helped [y/n] with their Christmas tree. It’s been propped up in the corner for days. Driving me crazy.” He winks at you.

“Yeah,” Shouto replies calmly, “I can do that. Right now?”

Thank you Kiri!

“Yeah,” Kirishima gives his shoulder a squeeze before letting him go, “better get to it before we forget again.”

“But I won’t for-” you grab his arm, immediately dragging him out the door and down the hallway towards your apartment. 

Fortunately, your place looks nice right now. You'd decorated, initially planning to host the party. However, your friends stepped in and made the decision to give you space for Shouto's gift. Plus, moving supplies to Denki's apartment took them all of five minutes. 

“This must be important to you, I’m happy to help,” Todoroki says while you push the door open to a perfectly upright and decorated Christmas tree. Considering that the glowing bulbs reflecting off the shiny ornaments are the only light source in the room, it certainly draws the attention. 

“Huh? Oh, right…” you really hoped he saw through the excuse, but this couldn’t have been that easy. He glances between you and the tree for a moment. 

“You don’t actually need help with this, do you?” he tentatively asks. 

“No, Shouto. I don’t need help with the tree. I…” you pause, considering your next words. You try to sound collected but they all come spilling out at once. “I’ve been trying to get you alone because I got you for secret santa.”

“Oh,” the previous conversation with Mina and Jiro comes flooding back to him, “oh.” 

“Is that okay?”

“Yeah, very okay. Before I presume too much, do you mind telling me what the gift is?”

“It's…a new experience for you.”

He seems to like your confidence, that you're more experienced than him. When you grab the collar of his shirt to pull him further into the room, he follows eagerly. Dropping to sit across from you on the rug in the middle of your floor, the lights catch his face perfectly. You'd never realized how beautiful his eyes are up close. 

Leaning in, you press your lips into his.

You know it's not his first kiss. In varying years, a few of your friends have bragged about kissing him at midnight on New Years. But you know he's never kissed anyone like this before. Your hands are buried in his two toned hair, pressing him to the floor as you climb on top. He groans into your mouth, his head tipping up to you as his lips chase more closeness with yours. Your tongue slides over his, deepening the kiss. 

You take off his sweater, then the shirt underneath. Dragging your fingers over his bare chest.

Hips pressing into his while you straddle him. Dragging yourself over the hard bulge forming in his pants. The heat builds in your gut. It's time to take things further. 

Reluctantly, you pull your lips away from his. Crawling backwards down his body. At some point, while your face hovers above his belt, you have a realization. 

“You want this, right?” you ask, staring up into his heterochromatic eyes. Knowing that Shouto Todoroki would easily get himself into a situation like this without meaning to, it felt important to ask. 

“Absolutely.”

“Good,” you pull his underwear down with the pants as he tips his hips up to help you slide them off. 

And… wow.

Sure, it's not the most massive dick in the world but definitely the biggest you've ever seen in person. His pale leaky tip begging to be put in your mouth. He twitches at the feeling of your warm breath as you move closer, finally making contact when you lick the vein up his length. 

As soon as you touch him, he crumples under you like tissue paper. He exhales like he’s never relaxed so much in his life. Maybe he hasn’t.

You wrap your lips around his tip and press your tongue onto his shaft. Using your hands to make up for the areas your mouth can’t reach. As your head dips up and down, working up a good amount of spit and precum, his moaning increases. Soon, he’s jutting his hips up towards you. His hand gripping your hair harder.

You know he could cum right now if you let him, but you have more ideas tonight.

Pulling your lips away with a pop, you sit back up. He watches as you move over him, still working to steady his breath. This is a lot more than he really expected to happen tonight but he’s loving every minute of it.

Taking off the amount of clothes you need to, you laugh slightly at how clothed you still are in comparison to him. He’s down to just his socks. 

“You can take your socks off, you know.” 

He does, quickly. Now you have him completely naked under you.

Straddling his lap, you line him up with your entrance pulling your underwear to the side.

When you sink down onto his tip, you feel his girth immediately. Making it what you’d assume is about halfway down, you slide back up. Continuing to envelop him in small increments. You want so badly to maintain the image he has of you being cool and experienced but the stretch of taking all of him is becoming more of a task than you anticipated.

“Is something wrong?” he asks, brows furrowed in confusion.

“No, you’re doing great. It’s just…you’re kind of big.”

“Oh. I'm sorry if my penis isn't ideal.”

You could laugh. Seriously. The amount of guys who would be massively jealous and he has no fucking idea. 

“No, it's definitely not that. You have nothing to worry about; it'll just take a bit to get used to.”

“Is there anything I can do to make it better for you? I know you’re doing this for me, but I'd like to make you feel good too.”

“Yeah, you could use your fingers?”

One issue - you forgot his fingers are massive as well.

“Is this okay?” he asks, slowly inching his middle finger in after you showed him how. 

“Yeah, just.. A little faster now.”

Eventually, he gets the hang of it. Earning a huge gush of cum from you, leaving his fingers sticky. His hand lingers for a moment while you come down. You’re still gripping his shoulders and breathing hard into his chest. Finally, you look up at him.

You haven’t seen him look this proud of himself in a long time.

“Does this mean we can try again?” he asks, “if you’re finished after that I can respect that as well.” 

“Yeah, we can definitely keep going,” you smile, shoving him onto his back again. You begin removing more clothes, starting with your now damp undergarments. 

This time, when you line yourself up you slide a little easier onto him. Still not quite fitting the whole thing but the stretch is much less now. 

Your elbows drop by his head, caging him to the ground under you. He brings his warm (and cold) hands to your hips, enjoying the way your skin moves against his fingers as you bounce up and down on him. The sound of your combined breathing fills your living room, nearly echoing from the corners. Holiday lights still illuminating his face while he stares up at you in amazement.

Why didn’t you do this sooner?

You continue riding his dick until the tension in your gut builds. Soon you’re clenching around him while holding onto his shoulders for support again. Your bounce slows to a grind while you press yourself as close to him as possible.

“Shouto,” you moan into his ear.

He groans and turns his head to kiss you.

“Can I..” he asks, sitting the two of you up while he holds you against his chest.

“Uh huh,” you nod and he has you on your back. Hips rutting between your legs that are now wrapped around his back.

Within the minute, it’s his turn. 

“I’m about to cum,” he moans, “is it okay if I-”

“Yeah, please cum,” you whisper.

Immediately, he whimpers - pulling you closer while he gushes inside of you.

"I've wanted to do that for years," he murmurs.

You move the hair out of each other’s eyes while you catch your breath. Eventually making your way off the living room floor.

While you’re getting cleaned up, he excuses himself briefly. Saying he needed to grab something from his car. You figure it’s toiletries or something and carry on.

A few minutes later, as you’re coming out of the bathroom freshly changed into comfortable clothes as he re-enters your front door. In his arms is a massive fluffy blanket, which he promptly wraps around you then leads you to your couch. 

“I’m your secret santa this year. I was waiting until after midnight to give you your gift, I wanted the excuse to take you out to lunch for a week,” he says while wrapping his arms around you, warming you further. “There's a new soba place I'd like to try, but I'm open to your suggestions as well.”

Down the hall, your friends were all guessing when they’d see you next. Some saying that one or both of you would come running back within the hour. Much to the delight of Mina, Jiro, Kaminari, and Kirishima - they guessed right. No one saw the two of you until you emerged from your apartment the next morning.

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Okay, this whole thing was admittedly written after reading chapter 431 with izuchako becoming a thing and Jiro/Denki’s friendship deepening while Shouto just doubles down hard on soba. Something about that plus his absolute obliviousness is hilarious to me but I mostly write smut so it led to this weird awkward thing. Thanks for reading!

[aisiedaisie]

Helllllo!! Could you maybe do a wolfstar x reader (or anyone if you don’t do that :))) with a reader who lovesssss makeup and has like a big collection and spends a bunch of money on it and maybe the boys being super intrigued or confused by it? <3

Hello hello~!!! Thank you for this amazing idea! I wasn’t sure if you were asking for romantic or platonic wolfstar but I may have gone the romantic route. I hope you enjoy it!

Also, it seems I am utterly incapable of writing short stories... Hopefully you don't mind!

Poly! Wolfstar x Fem!Reader WC: 2k

You breathe out, the exhale a soft puff that lingers in the chilly air. Your fingers run through your hair, frustration creeping up your spine.

It's a mess—which wasn’t new for days like this. The winter winds have stolen every ounce of moisture, leaving your strands dry and unruly. The static makes each strand stand on end, refusing to fall into place as you try to tame them with a bit of leave-in conditioner.

But today, of all days, it needs to cooperate.

You glance in the mirror, taking in your reflection. This is the first time you're hosting date night at your place, and after hours of prepping dinner, tidying up every inch of the apartment, your hair had become the least cooperative part of the evening. You sigh, trying to smooth the mess down, but it feels hopeless.

A light knock on the door pulls your attention away, snapping you out of your frustration. Your heart gives a flutter, and you take a moment to steady your nerves. The knocking continues, a little more insistent, and you curse under your breath as you give your reflection one last look. Your cream knit sweater and well-worn jeans are fine—fine—but not exactly what you'd imagined wearing on such a special evening. It’s casual, maybe too much so, but you tell yourself to let it go. You smooth down the hem and force a shy smile.

The door creaks open, and you greet them with a soft, sweet "Hey." Your voice betrays a touch of nerves, but you stand tall, holding the door wide open as you invite them inside.

Remus and Sirius stand frozen in the hallway just outside your door, their eyes taking in your appearance with an intensity that makes you feel as though they're seeing straight through you. A soft smile spreads across Remus’s face, while Sirius’s lips curl into a wolfish grin. They both seem to sense the knot of anxiety in your chest, reading it effortlessly, as if it was as obvious as the frazzled mess of your hair.

"Hey, dove, you okay there?" Remus asks, his voice a gentle murmur as he bends down, pressing a warm kiss to the crown of your head. The sudden contact sends a spark of calm through you, though the tightness in your stomach doesn’t quite fade.

"Yeah, you look a bit nervous," Sirius adds, his tone teasing yet soft. His lips brush your cheek in a quick kiss as he steps past you into the flat, his eyes flicking over the space, taking in the cozy chaos of your preparations.

The living room, while small, is filled with the soft charm of the season. A few scattered holiday decorations dot the space—pine cones nestled in a crystal dish on the dark wood coffee table, their spiced scent mingling with the candles burning nearby. The flickering lights cast a warm glow across the room, the air thick with the comforting scent of mulled cider and cinnamon, drifting lazily from the kitchen.

They’ve been here before, of course. They’ve picked you up for dates, lingered in the living room while you finished getting ready. But tonight, it’s different. Tonight, they’re not just picking you up. They’re settling in, staying awhile, and something in the atmosphere shifts. The space feels fuller, more alive somehow, even with the quiet tension you’re trying so hard to hide.

"Come on in, make yourselves at home," you say, your voice a little steadier now, though still laced with uncertainty. You close the door behind them, your fingers brushing along the handle as you take their coats and drape them over the back of the couch. It’s a small gesture, but it feels grounding, giving you something to focus on.

You lead them into the dining room, where the table is set in preparation for dinner. White tealights glow softly, casting delicate shadows on the polished surface. Your nice dinner plates gleam under the candlelight, silverware set just so, ready to be used. It’s a simple, intimate setup, and for a fleeting moment, you wonder if it’s enough.

Remus pauses in the center of the room, scanning the flat before turning back to you with a gentle smile. “Do you mind if I use the restroom, love?” he asks, his voice soft but carrying a hint of amusement as he looks around the space, searching for the door.

You smile softly, pointing down the hallway. "It’s the second door on the left," you say, your voice light.

Remus nods with a grateful look before darting down the hallway, eager to relieve himself. Sirius watches him go with a shake of his head, chuckling under his breath. "He’s had to pee since we got to your street," Sirius says, his tone laced with affection and amusement.

You can’t help but laugh, your fingers busying themselves with pouring warm cider into mugs. 

That’s when you hear Remus’s voice, sharp and full of surprise. "What the hell?"

A rush of concern flutters through you, catching your breath. You freeze, the warm cider sloshing in the cup you hold, spilling a few droplets as you try to make sense of his exclamation. What did I forget? Was it your hairbrush on the counter again? No... you made sure it was put away. You rack your brain for a moment, but nothing stands out.

Sirius, ever the quick one, is already walking down the hall, following the sound of Remus’s voice. You move to follow, two steps behind him, a strange tightness settling in your chest.

You watch as they reach the second door on the right, and your eyes widen.

Sirius peeks in first, curiosity piqued, and his voice rings out with a hint of amusement. "Moons?" he asks, stepping into the space. He tilts his head to look around, his gaze landing on the long white vanity in front of them. Your heart skips a beat as you catch up, now standing in the doorway just behind them.

The vanity stretches out before you, gleaming under the soft light. Clear storage cabinets line the sides of the mirror, each one filled to the brim with various cosmetics: lipsticks in shades you can’t even name, neatly arranged bottles of foundation, and an assortment of brushes that you’d long since given up organizing. Your cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and mild surprise, realizing they’ve stumbled upon your private little collection.

Sirius raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued, while Remus stands there, his expression somewhere between shock and genuine curiosity. The air between the three of you crackles with unspoken words as you stand in the doorway, feeling every bit of their gaze on the cluttered, yet carefully curated, space.

Your lips press together as you try to formulate an explanation, feeling a wave of heat rise in your cheeks. What can I possibly say now that they've seen all of this? You stand there, torn between embarrassment and amusement, watching the two of them as they take in the sight of your beauty room.

“Holy shit, love, I knew you liked makeup, but I didn’t think you liked it this much,” Sirius says, his tone an odd mix of shock and awe. He steps closer, eyes roving over the meticulously organized rows of products. Beside him, Remus examines the array with a look of sheer bewilderment.

“You... you actually use all of this?” he asks, gesturing to the overflowing drawers, as if struggling to comprehend.

You nod shyly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Not all at once, of course, but... yeah.” You glance over at them, hoping they’re not overwhelmed.

Sirius reaches out, his eyes lighting up as he picks up a familiar tube. “This is the lipstick I bought you for Valentine’s Day,” he murmurs, a fond smile spreading across his face. He turns the deep red Gucci lipstick in his fingers, the one he’d surprised you with on that special day. It’s a brand you’d never splurge on for yourself, and the fact that he remembers only softens the moment.

Remus clears his throat, breaking the quiet. “Alright, hang on—I really need to pee, but we are so talking about this when I get back.” He gives you a quick, reassuring smile before dashing out of the room, leaving you alone with Sirius, who is still absorbing the scope of your collection.

Noticing your discomfort, Sirius settles himself into the plush chair in front of your vanity mirror. He catches your eye in the reflection, a mischievous gleam brightening his gaze. “Love, can you do my makeup?” His grey eyes lock with yours, and you can’t help but laugh, shaking your head.

“What do you want, Siri?” you ask, moving to stand behind him, your hands instinctively finding their way into his dark, unruly curls. His eyes flutter shut as he leans back into your touch, a low groan escaping his lips.

“Reggie’s been wearing eyeliner lately, and it actually looks pretty cool. Can you do that for me?” he asks, keeping his eyes closed, totally at ease.

A sweet hum escapes you as you think it over. “Are we talking waterline or a wing?” you ask, fingers combing gently through his hair.

“Which one’s easier?” he asks, eyes cracking open to meet yours, genuine curiosity lighting his face.

“For you? Probably a wing,” you explain with a smile, reaching over his shoulder to grab your favorite liquid liner. “Putting it in your waterline can get uncomfortable. I’ll go easy on you.”

He chuckles, a small smirk forming as he settles in, clearly ready for whatever you’re about to do.

Remus steps back into the room, his hands settling on your hips with an easy familiarity. You feel his warmth as you focus, steadying the felt-tip pen and carefully flicking it to form the perfect wing at the corner of Sirius’s closed eyes.

“And what exactly are you two up to?” he asks, voice laced with fond amusement. His hazel eyes shine with a soft curiosity, watching as you carefully hover over Sirius.

You glance up, meeting his gaze with a playful smile. “Just spreading my love of makeup,” you quip, your voice light with humor.

At that, Sirius opens his eyes slowly, catching sight of himself in the vanity mirror. The sharp lines of the eyeliner bring a new edge to his look, making his grey eyes look strikingly intense. A small, satisfied grin spreads across his face as he takes in the transformation. “Damn—I look good.”

“When don’t you look good?” Remus laughs, shaking his head as he leans in closer. There’s a warmth in his gaze, a kind of love that makes the room feel cozier.

You smile, leaning across Sirius once more to reach for your favorite lip oil. Without a second thought, you swipe it across your lips, the slight sheen catching the light before you turn, tiptoeing to press a soft, lingering kiss to Remus’s lips. He blinks in surprise, feeling the film of oil on his lips, and a bashful smile spreads across your face.

“There. Now you’re dolled up too,” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.

Remus’s cheeks flush, and he lets out a quiet laugh. “Lucky me,” he replies, squeezing your hips gently.

You dart your gaze away, the warmth of the moment lingering as your eyes catch the soft glow of the digital clock on the corner of your vanity. The numbers blink back at you, a gentle reminder of time ticking by.

With a small sigh, you reluctantly shake yourself out of the cozy, dreamlike bubble surrounding the three of you. “We should head back out. I’ve got dinner in the oven.”

Sirius groans dramatically but rises from the chair, throwing you an affectionate look as he reaches out to link his arm with yours. Remus follows, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder, the three of you moving back into the warmth of the dining room, surrounded by candlelight and the smell of cider that fills the air like a promise of a perfect evening ahead.

[joooooniecore]

After all this time - Chapter 9

Your friends have been successful enough to drag you out of your workaholic routine for a vacation out of country.

The only problem? Your long term crush who actually used to be your best friend is also going there. And he is bringing his girlfriend, your ex-female best friend.

What could go wrong? Right?

✧˖* pairing: ex-bestfriend!mingyu x f!reader

✧˖* chapter count: master-list

✧˖* genre: ex-best friend mingyu, friends to strangers to friends to lovers, fluff, angst, slow-burn, smut.

✧˖* playlist: spotify playlist

✧˖* full work warnings: resurfaced old feelings, toxic relationship(not between the main characters), angst, confusions, resentments, past misunderstandings, a very slow burn

✧˖* explicit warnings: penetration, explicit language, cursing, bodily fluids, praising, body worship.

✧˖* author's note: i hear some insane fight incoming. this might seem like a rash decision from y/n's side but she did what she had to. and i am sure the comeback will be boss like. she gave her own peace more importance than anything else and i am glad i wrote it in this way. afterall, we all need some spice in the plot. lets see how this one goes down. only two chapters left!

--- love, artemis.

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The next day was solo trip day. Each one of your friends have planned their own ways to spend the day. You were determined to visit the museum in the Prague Castle. You have always found museums interesting. Walking through rows of history and living the past as if you were a part of it. It was the quietness in these places that you yearned the most. Your life has always been chaotic. From learning how to live yourself to finding a meaning in life. You have always been the responsible elder daughter, trying to earn for your family and being the mediator when there are fights. So, in the stillness of certain moments, you found peace.

“I will return before lunch.”, you informed Seungcheol as you checked your purse one last time to make sure that you had everything.

“Don’t be late, young lady.”, Seungcheol said with a teasing glint.

“Yeah of course dad.”, you rolled your eyes but still laughed when Seungcheol gave you a disgusted side eye.

“Yah only I can call him that.”, Jeonghan screamed from somewhere in the kitchen.

“I never wanted to know that.”, Seungkwan said with an audible groan as you stifled a laugh.

“I will be leaving now. Bye.”, you finally said as you wore your shoes and were immediately out of the door.

The sun was up and shining bright. A contrast to the amount of snow that fell last night. It was a beautiful scenery as the white snow sparkled beneath the sunlight like diamonds. You took in the surroundings as you decided to take a tram to the castle – the easiest way there. The tram was mostly empty as you took a seat and listened to music on your earphones. It was the day after Christmas and most of the people were at home, taking a slower morning than usual.

After reaching the destination you decided to get some tickets only for the museum. The tourists were scarce as you easily went through the entire process of getting tickets and security checks before you entered the beautiful gallery of the Convent of St. George, a beautiful building that now houses the National Gallery's collection of Czech art.

You started exploring the building bit by bit, taking in the beautiful architecture and the walls filled with artifacts that signify a rich history of Czech Republic. It was beautiful. The exhibition halls going on and on as you found yourself getting lost in the impressive array of art.

There were several gothic and even modern pieces. The paintings holding so much more than what is just perceived by the human eye. Artists have given their entire life making these masterpieces and you loved every minute of it. You found it beautiful that someone as humane as you can make something you could never have imagined. This just proves how abundant we humans can think if we try.

As you explored the hallways, you almost felt lonely. You sat down on one of the benches and started thinking about everything that went through over the past couple of days. You rarely journal but you always carry one with you. It has been your companion since you started living alone. You thought about the way your friends always care for you. You thought about the way you were able to make Jeonghan fall in love again. You thought about the way Jihyun and Seungkwan has always been there through thick and thin. You thought about the little stories, the endless giggles and the insanely cringey jokes. It was all that was there. The dynamic you shared with them. And then unwillingly your mind went to the one person you swore you would never think of. Mingyu.

He has always been there, though a little farther than you wanted. You must have been foolish for never confessing in the most normal way. Instead, you wrote a letter that he never responded to. He never even talked about the letter and went along his day as if it didn’t matter. You have always found it sickening. Mingyu has been a little nonchalant but this degree of nonchalance has always made you annoyed. You really wanted him to at least reject you on your face or even write a letter back but no, he didn’t. He ignored as if that might have made everything go back to normal. And then dated Maya, which you don’t exactly regret. You almost feel offended that Maya was brutal enough to date someone you loved. Maybe you still do.

You don’t want it to affect the way you see him now. It has been ages and probably a joke among them both. You have done something childish and egoistic once but now is not the time to confess. Even if Mingyu breaks up with her, it would never be your place to be in his life. Mingyu has always been so delightful. He is tall, handsome, talented, intelligent and high status. He can be with anyone he wants and that would never be you.

As you walk out of the history of the museum, you somehow leave a piece of you behind. A piece you never want to return to. A piece that you want to bury deep inside you. You have always thought that you have moved on from Mingyu but guess that is not the case. And now instead of avoiding the concept, you have decided to embrace it and love him from afar. Maybe move on. Maybe be his friend again. Because no matter what, you will always need him in your life in some kind of way.

You stood outside of the building for what felt like hours before you decided to eat some street food and then return to the house. It was almost lunch time and Seungkwan would have your head if you don’t return on time. You know that Jeonghan will be in the market with Seungcheol. Seungkwan definitely doing some sport activity. Chan has his own work to do when we are not bothering him and Vernon, well he will simply be at home. Jihyun has decided to visit someone she knows. You didn’t have any idea about Mingyu and Maya. Probably on a couple’s day out and you seriously didn’t want to think about it.

You returned home after a while and found the house empty. You slowly walked in calling out Seungkwan’s name followed by Jihyun’s but no one responded. They probably hadn’t returned and it made you snort. You were going to scold them now. The thought made you extremely happy. As you sat down on one of the dining chairs, there was a shuffle somewhere and you looked up to find Maya standing there.

“You are early.”, she said as she settled in one of the chairs.

You hummed in response as you didn’t know how to talk with her about anything.

“Vernon is upstairs though.”, Maya said as she stared at you.

“I see.”, you said as you felt uneasy.

“You think this is a joke, right?”, Maya said in almost an accusing tone.

“W-What?”, you looked at her wide-eyed.

“You being here. Trying to win him back.”, Maya said with a scoff.

“I am not trying to win anyone back.”, you gritted your teeth.

“You are. You have always been like that.”, Maya accused as if it was supposed to hurt you.

“I don’t know what is in your head, but I don’t want him back.”, you said in your commanding tone. The tone you only use when you are leading a group.

“But you do love him still, don’t you?”, Maya said with an obvious smirk.

“I-I don’t.”, you hated that you stammered as you visibly saw the way Maya gave a triumphant smile.

“I know you do. You have always been like that. Sappy and annoying.”, she said with a smirk.

“It doesn’t change anything. I don’t want him back.”, you said and it almost felt like you are assuring yourself.

“He doesn’t want you either. And I will make sure that he never does.”, Maya threatened.

“Do as you please. I have nothing to lose.”, you snarled back as she got up and left you alone to replay whatever happened. You really thought she was here to clear everything out. Honestly, you would have given her a second chance as you all were a bunch of immature kids back then and misunderstandings can always be fixed. But Maya definitely never thought it that way. She has decided to hate you and nothing can change that.

As you sat there, a little shaken, you heard the front door open and Seungkwan barged in along with Mingyu. They were huffing and breathing heavily which meant that they both have gone on the trekking thing. You quickly wiped your tears as you greeted them with a smile.

“You are late.”, you said with a playful smirk.

“I knew you would say that when I checked the time.”, Seungkwan laughed as he sat down.

“I will get some water.”, you said as you got up and bought two glasses and a jug filled with water and placed it in front of the two men.

“So how was the trek?”, you asked enthusiastically.

“It was beautiful. The trek itself was hectic but once we reached the top, the scenic beauty was insane.”, Mingyu explained excitedly.

“Did you click pictures?”, you carefully asked, as you felt a guilt seep in.

“I did! Wait I will show you.”, he said as he got the camera out of his backpack and handed it to you.

“Right now?”, you questioned and Mingyu just shrugged as he placed the camera in your hands.

You shakily turned it on as you scrolled through all the pictures he has taken of the scenery. Seungkwan was long gone to torment Vernon and through the corner of your eye you saw Seungcheol enter the door followed by Jeonghan. Your eyes never left the pictures as you felt your heart stutter. Mingyu was an awesome photographer and the pictures explained that very well. The way he has captured the beauty of nature was insanely good. The only thing that bothered you was how nonchalantly he allowed you to see the raw pictures. Mingyu never allows that.

You scrolled through the pictures of today before you found yourself scrolling through all the pictures of the trip. There were the monuments he captured, your friends laughing, the food that you guys ate and a very cute picture of Seungcheol and Jeonghan. As you scrolled further, you stopped on a picture of you. It was a candid. You were laughing about something Jihyun has said and he has captured the moment mid-laugh. Your eyes were sparkling with pure joy and you have never seen yourself this radiant. Your cheeks red as you tried to control your laugh from being too loud. Then you scrolled further and found more pictures of only you. You were wandering around the castle and there were pictures of you in every place you visited with them.

You peeled your eyes off the camera to look at Mingyu and you saw him already looking at you with an unreadable expression. It was as if he knew you would scroll further on the camera. He knew you would find the pictures and yet he allowed you to handle the camera. A silent confession that he trusts you. He has never allowed anyone to ever see the raw pictures and this here was Mingyu’s way of saying you that you still matter to him.

It felt overwhelming as you slowly handed the camera back and complimented his photography which he appreciated with a smile. You didn’t know what to say so you just stood up and with a soft ‘excuse me’, left the room to clear your mind.

The rest of the afternoon went in a haze as you sat down for lunch and quickly ate it before going to your room to rest a little. Your legs were tired from all the walking so you needed to rest before your friends decided that you weren’t allowed to sleep. You lied down in bed as you decided to read a book to clear your mind. A lot had happened today and you were not sure if you trusted yourself to make the right decision. Maya has been vocal about how much she hated the closeness of you and Mingyu and Mingyu? He was silent but, in the silence, he has loudly proclaimed that he always trusted you and that you mattered to him which was a huge thing.

“You are thinking too hard.”, a soft airy voice brought you out of your thoughts.

You sat up to find Jeonghan sitting on his bed as he looked at you intently.

“I am so confused Jeonghan.”, you said with a sigh as you got up and sat beside him. Jeonghan was known to give the best hugs as he wrapped his arm around you and patted your back warmly like you were his kid.

“Aigo is my friend sad?”, Jeonghan said with a teasing lilt as you rolled your eyes.

“What’s wrong?”, Jeonghan finally asked.

And the dam broke. You told him about everything. Every little conversation, every little thing that you noticed. You told him about what Maya has said to you and what Mingyu has silently shown you. You were almost desperate to know answers and Jeonghan was great at giving solutions.

“Wow. That’s a lot.”, Jeonghan finally said as he softly smiled.

“I know. I feel suffocated.”, you said with teary eyes.

“I think I need to punch Maya.”, Jeonghan grumbled and you stifled a laugh.

“It’s not required Jeonghan-ah.”, you assured him as you wiped your own tears.

“But seriously, if Mingyu is willing to be your friend then why not?”, Jeonghan asked.

“Because it isn’t that easy. Can’t you see? I can never be his friend.”, you said with an exasperated sigh.

“I know. Maybe give it some time? See how he reacts once we get back home. Maybe it is the close proximity that’s making him say these kinds of things. You never know.”, Jeonghan stated.

“Okay. I will give it time. I won’t think about it for the rest of two days.”, you said with a sad smile and Jeonghan somehow understood the turmoil inside your mind.

“Don’t worry. If he tries to be an asshole, I will make Seungcheol punch him.”, Jeonghan teased and all you could do was laugh. Jeonghan always had a way to make you giggle even in the tensest situations. Sometimes you felt glad to work with him in office because he even made the boring corporate life a tad bit better.

As the sun set down, and the evening settled in, there was a distinct knock on the door of your room. You got up to open the door and found Chan standing there.

“What is it Chan-ah?”, you asked.

“Everyone is gathering in the backyard to start a bonfire. They asked me to bring you there.”, Chan informed.

“Okay hold up.”, you said as you slipped into your jacket and followed Chan out of your room and then out of the house, circling the entire plot to the backyard. There were no direct doors that led to the bonfire area so one has to go around the house to reach there. The air was a little chilly but the snow has subsided and the warm glow of the bonfire almost called you in. As you reached there, you were quite impressed by the bonfire that they have created. It was bright and huge and gave off warmth that made you want to snuggle in.

Beside the campfire, there was a grilling machine and Seungcheol was grilling some meat to serve. There were even marshmallows and chocolate to enjoy. A couple of beer bottles and other drinks from which one could choose.

“This is like the whole package.”, you couldn’t help but say.

“It is!”, Jeonghan said with a soft smile as he patted the seat in between him and Jihyun. You quickly sat there, allowing the warmth of your friends’ body to make you feel all happy.

“Who made the bonfire?”, you asked.

“Mingyu did.”, Seungcheol replied as he grilled meat.

You almost mentally scolded yourself for being this enthusiastic. Of course, Mingyu has built the bonfire. He was always good at stuffs like this and now you needed to compliment him or it would feel weird.

“It’s nice.”, you said without maintaining eye contact with the man who was sitting right across from you.

The conversation stretched along as you soon found yourself laughing and enjoying the time with your friends. Seungkwan would do something silly and everyone would laugh. It was as if you were content with the way things were and didn’t want to return to your life back home. You all decided to have dinner right there and then enjoy the marshmallows as dessert. The beer bottles were brought out next as everyone laughed and bickered. Chan sang a song very much off tune and Seungkwan almost tried to give him vocal lessons. Vernon shared an embarrassing story about Jihyun and you mentally made sure you would tease her later about it.

“Let’s play truth or dare.”, someone threw in the suggestion and you all seem to agree.

The games began; light-hearted and fun questions were thrown. The dares were ridiculous but funny as you all toppled over laughing, half-drunk with beer and half-drunk with happiness.

“It’s ____’s turn!”, you heard Chan scream and you rolled your eyes.

“Go on. Truth!”, you said but realized that it was a big mistake because Maya was the one to ask you a question.

“Is there anyone in this circle you had a crush on?”, she asked and you stiffened. You knew she was going to pull this move.

“Yeah. Seungcheol.”, you nonchalantly replied because it was the truth.

“Huh?? What?”, Seungcheol looked at you wide eyed.

“Don’t worry lover boy, it was way back. Probably only for a few weeks when I first met you.”, you explained.

“What happened then?”, Seungcheol asked.

“You opened your mouth.”, you said with a straight face but burst out laughing when you saw the way Seungcheol glared at you.

“This is gold.”, Jeonghan said as he laughed along with you.

The game continued and after a few more spins, it again settled between you and Maya.

“Did you have a crush in college?”, Maya asked and Seungkwan visible groaned.

“Why are you being so persistent?”, Seungkwan asked.

“It’s just for the game.”, she said nonchalantly.

You were not going to give in so easily. You knew what she wanted you to say and probably embarrass you in front of everyone. She might have tried to seed the thought of you as a villain in Mingyu’s head, but you somehow knew that Mingyu wasn’t going to hate you ever again. This push and pull game had taken enough toil on you and you would never again allow Maya to step on you like that.

“You really are persistent huh? Fine. It was Mingyu. I had the fattest crush on him in college. Satisfied?”, you snapped back

You saw the way Mingyu’s eyes widened. You saw the way he looked into your eyes as if trying to find if you spoke the truth or not. You felt the silence that fell on the entire group as the truth came out of your mouth. You saw the way Seungkwan gasped. You saw the way Jihyun looked at you in an almost horrified way. You felt the way Jeonghan’s hand on your shoulder tightened. But worst of all, you saw the way Mingyu’s eyes felt betrayed and that was what broke you. You realized the way he never wanted to lose you for something as strong as feelings and now that it was out, he will distance himself.

“You are pathetic.”, Maya said and that was it for you. You got up and left the place. You needed to calm down.

You heard Mingyu scold Maya probably for being insensitive but you didn’t care. You heard Seungkwan yell for you but you didn’t dare look back as you speed walked around the house and into your room before locking the door. No one came to knock on your door and you assumed that Jeonghan has slept with Seungcheol. At this point, you didn’t care.

Around 3 am, you got up because you were unable to fall asleep. After shuffling around the room for a bit, you decided to do something extremely insane. You packed your bags quickly. It was something you needed to do. You needed to prove Maya that you were done with her bullshit. You are strong enough to ruin her and so you decided to leave. You sat up quickly and checked the flight status. There was in fact an early flight for the next morning. You packed everything quickly and decided to at least inform Seungkwan before leaving.

You lied down for a bit and then got up at 5 am, freshened up and slowly walked to Jeonghan and Seungcheol’s room first. You softly knocked and hoped for them to wake up. The door opened with a soft click and Seungcheol looked at you with a shocked expression.

“You are leaving?”, he softly asked and all you could do was nod. You saw Seungcheol’s expression soften and you somehow knew that you needed to go away to fix this thing.

“I will wake him up, come in.”, he ushered you in as you sat on the edge of the bed where Jeonghan was sleeping peacefully.

“Jeonghan, wake up.”, Seungcheol softly nudged him and your heart melted at the sight. Jeonghan has always been the mischievous one who always shows off how he is unbothered. His partners took advantage of this and behaved harshly with him from time to time. But the way Seungcheol was so gentle and soft with him, made you extremely happy and you were sure that they both have found something unique in this bond.

“Hmm, what?”, Jeonghan groggily answered as he slowly opened his eyes to find you sitting there. He quickly sat up.

“Y-You? What? Where are you going?”, Jeonghan asked with a puzzled look.

“Home. I need to.”, you softly said as you placed your hand on his.

“Did you book a flight?”, he asked and you knew that he got his answer. You nodded and smiled.

“Okay. Text me when you reach airport. Call me before the flight takes off and call me when you get in the taxi back to your apartment.”, he strictly commanded which warmed your heart.

“I will.”, you said with a wet laugh as he engulfed you in a hug. You got up and was again embraced in a warm hug by Seungcheol.

“You two are truly acting like my parents.”, you chuckled.

“Good. Someone has to.”, Seungcheol grumbled before he helped you with your suitcases. He took the key of Chan’s car off the hook and walked out of the door along with you.

“Did you inform Seungkwan and Jihyun?”, he asked as he pushed your suitcases into the boot of the car. You didn’t even resist against him driving you to the airport because you knew that Seungcheol won’t listen.

“I texted them and asked them to call me when they wake up. Even texted them the flight details.”, you answered honestly as you sat inside the car.

“This feels like a bad decision.”, Seungcheol grumbled but still buckled in.

“I have to.”, you softly said and Seungcheol nodded.

“Did you text Mingyu too?”, he finally asked as the car was out of the garage and on the dirt road that led to the main highway.

“No. I don’t want to.”, you said with a sigh.

“I hope that idiot understands the hint.”, Seungcheol grumbled and all you could do was laugh softly.

Your flight was at 8 and you had to reach the airport by 6. It took almost two and half hours to reach the airport. Seungcheol helped you put all the luggage in the carrier and waited there till you have checked in and were waving at him from inside. Somehow his presence was enough to give you strength to get through the security check and to the main waiting lobby of the airport.

This was not a goodbye. This was what you needed to do. You needed to put a stop on the way she tried to put you down, mock you. Your friends would understand you. They have known you for ages. You were confident enough about this.

The only thing you hoped was for Mingyu to understand. He has always been someone who understood you without you even saying a word. And even after all these years, you somehow trusted him for understanding the way your mind works. If he really wants to stay in touch with you after everything, then you won’t turn him down. But even after all that, you knew you have to move on. Mingyu might become your friend but you are not sure if he would ever have the love that you have for him.

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Of Cupcakes and Skulls | Part 9

(A/N) I'm back! I think! Sorry for the month-long absence. A lot happened, but I think I'm back in the groove. This one is a bit on the shorter side, but I still hope you like it!!

Pairing: single dad! Mafia! Simon x baker! Reader

Warning: kissies, fluff, Simon is fucking smitten, a lot of money spending, little spice

Synopsis: Based on this post by @lunamoonbby

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

Once you had picked up Millie and Johnny, Simon drove everyone home. In the car, children’s music was blasting, Millie, Johnny, and you loudly singing along, while Simon just smiled, his hand placed on your thigh. When you arrived back in the garage, Millie was tired from all the shenanigans in the car and Johnny had to carry her upstairs.

“Let her nap for a bit, but not too long,” Simon mumbled quietly, authority but also adoration filled his voice.

Johnny nodded and sent you a grin before he walked off with Millie in his arms. Immediately, Simon’s arms found their way around your waist, pulling you against him.

“I don’t like the way he looks at you,” he growled, his eyes still fixed on the retreating back of his employee.

You chuckled, leaning into him, with a grin on your face.

“I think that’s exactly why he does it.”

Simon grumbled something under his breath before he placed a light kiss against your temple and led you to the elevator. Johnny and Millie were already upstairs, so you had the elevator to yourself. While you were lifted to the penthouse, you quietly hummed along to the elevator music, a soft smile on your lips as you just enjoyed being with Simon. He was your savior through and through and you had never felt safer or more comfortable.

Too soon, the elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. The two of you walked into the apartment, and without realizing it, you let Simon lead you to his office. Once in the room, he closed the door behind you and pulled you to the couch against the opposing wall, making sure you were sitting on his lap. A heavy sigh escaped his lips, worry filling you as you raked your nails through his hair.

“Everything okay?”

He nodded, his eyes closed and a smile on his lips.

“Yeah, just tired.”

You hummed, moving your right hand to cradle his cheek, softly stroking the skin.

“We can skip dinner tonight. Gordon will understand and the dress won’t go to waste.”

“Dresses,” he corrected without opening his eyes.

You frowned, confusion filling you.

“Dress. Singular.”

“Nope. Dresses. Plural,” he purred, mischief evident in his voice.

Your left hand found the other side of his face as you turned it to look at you. He opened his eyes, a smirk on his lips as he took in your frown

“Simon…what did you do?”

The smirk turned into a grin as he checked his watch.

“They should be done by now. Let me show you,” he said, excitement vibrating in his voice.

As if you weighed nothing, he picked you up and carried you out of the room, ignoring you as you wrapped your arms around his neck in a panic. With quick strides, he walked through his apartment and climbed the stairs until he reached his bedroom. There, he finally sat you back down onto your feet, before he walked to a pair of doors you hadn’t noticed before.

“Promise me not to freak out.”

You shook your head, making him chuckle. Knowing he wouldn’t get that promise out of you, he just simply opened the doors and revealed a gigantic walk-in closet, Princess Diaries 2 style. Part of it was taken up by dark suits and some leisure clothing, clearly belonging to Simon, but everything else was filled with clothes way too colorful for the man in front of you. Jeans, shirts, hoodies, blouses, cardigans, skirts, dresses, shoes, accessories. As you walked in, it felt as if you had been transported into a luxury store. Mannequins were wearing the dress that Simon bought you today, as well as all the other dresses he had picked out for you. You found shoes in all different colors and styles, from sneakers to platform high-heels.

“How…?”

Simon chuckled, following behind you, his arms around your waist and chest against your back.

“Don’t worry about it. But…I hope you like the clothes. Picked most of them myself, and had a stylist get the rest.”

You spun around in his arms, your face contorted into a mix between a frown and a grin.

“When did you have time for that?”

You watched as his cheeks suddenly turned a light pink, and for some reason, he avoided looking you in the eyes.

“I may have started after I met you for the first time?”

Now you were definitely grinning, enjoying the bashful side of Simon.

“You mean when you didn’t even really know me?”

Simon groaned and tried to step back, but your arms around his waist stopped him.

“You’re really gonna make me say it, aren’t you?”

You chuckled and nodded, still grinning up at the blushing man in front of you. Another groan left his lips before he took a deep breath and turned his face to look at you.

“From the moment I saw you, I knew you were going to be mine. The way you interacted with Millie, the way you smiled at me, and dammit the way your cupcakes tasted. All of that had me fall in love with you instantly. The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew I wanted you. And I always get what I want.”

You hummed, trying to play down the joy and love that confession had you feeling. But in reality, you knew that your cheeks were the color of strawberries and your heart was beating like crazy while your lips were stretched wide with the grin you were wearing.

“So…you love me?”

Simon chuckled, matching your grin.

“Like crazy,” he growled, his voice deep and rough.

He quickly bent down and captured your lips in a searing kiss. Your arms wrapped tightly around Simon's neck as you melted against him. His lips moved against yours with a passion that left you breathless, his strong hands gripping your waist and pulling you flush against him. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, enveloping you in a cocoon of warmth and safety.

When you finally broke apart for air, Simon rested his forehead against yours, both of you panting slightly. His blue eyes gazed into yours, filled with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat.

"I love you too, Simon," you whispered, your voice barely audible but full of emotion. A smile spread across his face, lighting up his features in a way that made him look years younger.

He placed a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose before pulling back slightly, his hands still resting on your hips. "Now, as much as I'd love to continue this, we should probably start getting ready for dinner. We wouldn't want to keep Gordon waiting, would we?"

A frown settled on your face, worry filling you again. “Are you sure? We don’t have to go,” the worry that filled you slipped into your voice, making Simon smile.

“I’m fine, don’t worry, okay?” You nodded, not convinced, but for now, you’d let him be. Reluctantly, you stepped out of his embrace before glancing up at him. "But maybe we can continue this... later?" you suggested with a coy smile.

Simon's eyes darkened with desire as he nodded. "Oh, definitely. Count on it, love."

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Kai,llyod, and Cole hc of them with a s/o that's kinda like a child of aphrodite from pjo? A bit more like piper though, they hate their gift and have to deal with cat callers alot?

I got cat called by way older men on the way home so this would be really comforting.

A/N:sorry it took so long to get this out for you. Ik my words can't offer much, but I'm sorry you get catcalled, it's not a fun feeling.

Sugar and spice-> Gn! Reader

individual headcanons of kai, cole and lloyd with a stunning S/O

Kai:

Kai, despite being extremely similar to his element in a multitude of ways, is an utter gentleman.

Hes always respectful of you, and makes sure to ask before he touches you in anyway, and is respectful with his eyes as well

With this said, as you guys grow close and start dating, he becomes uber protective of you.

He knows your very stunning.

And he knows others know that as well.

But alot of times, these people are creepy and go about saying: "hi, your outfit is cool" weirdly

And so he won't hesitate to punt a bitch into the sun

Most likely to throw a punch before a word leaves the creeps mouth.

And if your ever feeling gross and icky bc of the creeps?

Bros pulling out every stop.

Hes getting Zane to make a 10 course Michelin star meal, he's getting your comfort items, a hoodie (yours or his, doesn't matter) and he's becoming a 10/10 massager

Hes getting self care items, and a bath along with movies and cuddles with a side of shoulder to cry on

But if you get angry about the creeps??

He eggs you on. Agrees with you"YEAH BABE, FUCK THOSE ASSWIPES"

he will actively encourage any fist fights fights want to start with them

Hes your number 1 hype man, as well as comforter

Cole:

This man worships the ground you walk on. Just generally

Also drinks the respect tea (all of them do)

Hes always telling you how amazing you look, and even gives advice for anything you may need

Clothes? Food? Whatever hobby your working on?

He just has a eye for style of all categories

Hes generally also more down to earth, and realizes its much more than looks that makes a person

Which is why it takes him a bit longer to confess, as he wanted to get to know you better first (this man is demiromantic and demisexual)

Hes also fucking oblivious

So when people are more... sly about their intentions, like wording and such, he prolly won't notice

But the second he gets wind of what they are tryna pull

Hes super passive aggressive

And he slings a arm around your shoulder, or hides you behind him

Tries to talk it out first, and if they don't catch the hint they will catch his hands

Hes not... great with comfort tbh

His mom's dead and his dad's lowkey emotionally unavailable so he's not good at it

But he will rub your back when you cry, and buy takeout

He'll also prolly ask kai or Jay about how to comfort you better, bc both had either a sibling or parent.

He would ask Nya buts she's a younger sibling with a emotional brick wall of a brother so it's next to never she did some comforting.

Hes a little confused when it comes to comfort but Hes got spirit

Lloyd:

He has always been a little silly

So expect to bark at your aggressors

Idk why I just see him barking at your catcallers

Besides that

Hes always relied more on personality for if he likes someone, like cole

Not that kai doesn't care for personality he does, but looks plays a bigger factor for kai than they do cole and lloyd

Anyways

Off topic

Lloyd doesn't make a big deal how you look. Like doesn't comment on your outfits like cole.

Doesnt mean he doesn't think you don't look nice, bc he thinks you look lovely always

But moreso doesn't give a fuck

Wear a potato sack, or go naked, he doesn't give a fuck he just wants to get to the mall before it closes to he can check out the anime shops

He Def has a idrc additude, especially in dragon rising i feel, so I think if you want compliments you'd have to be outright about it, whereas the other two just kinda;"aww my partner is lovely🥰🥰"

And he's like;"babe, love you to bits and pieces but hurry the fucketh upeth I wanna get there before the fucking store closes"

And bc of that he's also the worst at comfort

Like he's always been told to suck it up so he kinda just is like... cool you done? And stands there awkwardly. He will get better with time, but please explain how to help better for future moments bc he was a Lil scared when you started crying.

Anyways back to the beginning about when mfs are being creepy

Barks at them

Fr barks

Bc it weird them out and he thinks it's funny

Or just tries to be as weird as possible

Like starts acting possessed

Crawls backwards on all fours like the lady from the ring or smth

If generally weirdness doesn't work he fights them

Though he tries to scare them off first

[quartztwst]

Questions for the MagiKey Users!

(Quartz and Yuu are examples!!)

(Please copy and paste the questions!!)

Section 1 - Your OC Answers!

1. How does it feel to be a MagiKey user?

Quartz: "God, it feels awful honestly but I ain't got much to do at home."

Yuu: "I really like helping people with our powers! I also get to meet so much people!"

2. How popular are you in MagiKey rankings?

Quartz: "I'm not that popular honestly and I'm glad."

Yuu: "A lot of people seem to know me but I'm not really a fan favorite when it comes to top 10."

3. Which MagiKey would you rather have than your own?

Quartz: "Uhh.. What's her name? Metamorphosis (@/lficanthaveloveiwantpower). Yeah. I think her power is neat and cool. It's probably more unique than what I have right now. I wanna make cool psychological illusions too."

Yuu: "I like Divinity's (@/nivvetsworld)! Their abilities look so powerful! Aahh! It's so cool! The weapon and everything!"

4. Why did you become a MagiKey user?

Quartz: "Yall act like I had a choice. That fucking bird that i hate."

Yuu: "Quartz was one and I was suddenly given a key years later haha! I just wanted to spice up my life a little!"

5. How long have you been in MagiKey

Quartz: "Three years. I'm pretty old but it's cool I guess."

Yuu: "Only a year! I'm still learning from Quartz and others. I wish to develop more of my abilities so I can help others!"

Section 2 - You explain!

6. What is their motivation to keep being a magical user?

Quartz genuinely has no idea. She doesn’t have the energy to go through Crowley's bullshit but she also doesn't know if she's able to stop now. She's three years in already.

Yuu just thinks it's fun and exciting. In the foundation that they were raised in, not a lot of things were fun as this. They also really like to help people and seeing people being happy. They genuinely wish to see people live.

7. How are they usually in a battle?

Quartz doesn't really like attacking and likes to support other MagiKey users but if she has to fight by herself, she will. She's actually really quick on her feet and disappears too easily like a rabbit. Her goal is to catch you off guard so she can strike you down but she doesn't usually have well calculated strategies.

With her first ability, she uses the scarves as a tool to restrain her opponent right after she makes them confused by pulling them out of their mouth. She can use the scarves to potentially choke and tie things to the opponent.

Her second ability let's her to summon anything out of her hat. She can even summon people. YES. PEOPLE. If someone is in trouble in a different area, she can summon them out of her hat. They might get dizzy after. She also can summon explosions made out of confetti and basically anything except actual weapons like guns, bombs.

In her final ability, she can blind people with her other eye. She can only use this in the beginning of a fight so she can land the better attacks.

Yuu doesn't really do most of the fighting but they can swing the heavy basket at an opponent to do heavy damage. They're mostly there for support as well with their energy boosting strawberries. They actually have really bad stamina but with the everlasting supply of strawberries, their stamina is boosted a lot. They are the one who tries to pull the MagiKey users together to fight.

Their first ability is them swinging that heavy ass basket at an opponent. In their early fights, they used to be super stiff but now their moves are fluent with them easily throwing the basket at an opponent and being able bounce it back to their hands. No one is able to pick up the basket but Yuu because it feels super heavy to others.

The energy boosting strawberries are their second ability. These strawberries can boost mood and performance in battles. They never run out of strawberries and they can make it rain strawberries with a swing of their basket.

Their last ability is a giant scary Grim popping out of their basket. They don't actually have to place the basket on the ground. They can carry it and let Grim attack opponents or scare them. Grim is SUPER hungry so anything he sees that is not an ally is TUNA.

8. How are their daily lives?

Quartz and Yuu don't really do much but go to school in their foundation. After that, they head to MagiKey's secret training school.

9. What is their opinion on other MagiKey users in general?

Quartz thinks they're cool. Nothing much to say but she's always curious on why other people would even agree to being a Magical User considering how young and risky the job is. But she's a hypocrite since she is one of them.

Yuu finds them amazing and super cool. They love to see other user's fights and cheer them on.

Section 3 - Deeper Level (might get emo)

10. What are your OC's struggles as a MagiKey user?

Quartz always thinks of herself as one for not thinking a lot but the thing is that she does. She absolutely tries to stop these thoughts from roaming into deeper territories but how could she not?

In her three years of experience, she has encountered dead magical users and ones that died after corruption but she never tried to pay attention to it. She refused to because that is what is sacrificed when you do these duties: your life.

She always wondered why mostly children are chosen to defeat these so-called enemies in secret and how messed up it sounds but it's just a thought. It's just a thought.

When Yuu encountered their first intense battle which was with a corrupted magical user, their whole perspective changed. After defeating the corrupted user, the corpse of a young magical girl was left behind and it scarred Yuu completely.

It felt like a joke. It felt disgusting.

It felt like a dumb joke because what are you saying these monsters are just kids with problems? Couldn't we have found another way? If they knew that this would happen, wouldn't they recruit different people for this job? And what about their family? What will their family think seeing their child dead because of "unknown" reasons?

Yuu has tried to continue on after that but no matter what, the memory of the cold, limp body of that magical girl from that day keeps eating them alive.

11. What is their favorite color?

Quartz has no favorite color

Yuu likes yellow