#and i still have a bit of a closed up nose but overall i'm alright

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just lost my covid streak (<- first time getting covid)

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Dear, Mr. Manager (Twice NSFW Smut)

[ Sick Day Pt. 2 – See Pt. 1 ]

⚠️18+ ONLY - MINORS DNI⚠️

TWICE Momo Hirai x Manager!Male Reader

Tags: 3.9k words, wholesome, manager x idol, multiple creampies, phone sex, romance, mutual masturbation, caught in the act, date, squirting, slight comedy

"Hey girls... Back already?" you asked, Momo still impaled on your softening cock, her tits pressing against your chest. Jihyo, who was at the front, slowly and silently closed the door as the girls opted to wait outside till you two were done. You and Momo shared a quick and embarrassed glance as you both scrambled to get up and get dressed. However, the two of you weren't able to keep too far apart from each other, sharing a passionate kiss or two amidst the scuffle. Once you were done, you left the room as Momo stayed. She gave you a floating kiss as you left. Outside, you bumped into the rest of the girls.

"Mr. Manager!" Nayeon gasped as the others shook their heads in embarrassment and disbelief. "We expected so much better from you..." Tzuyu pouted, as she walked in with the others. Jihyo stayed behind, closing the door so the girls couldn't hear your conversation. "Y/N, I–I can't believe this..." she brought her fingers to her nose bridge, "...alright, what's done is done– I'll have a talk with Momo and see how she feels about this. If I get any semblance that she was coerced, or forced, or anything like that... You. Are. Dead. You hear me?"

Despite being her manager, Jihyo still knew how to strike fear into your heart. Perhaps it's the overall Muscle Mommy vibe. You nodded in acknowledgement of what she said. "Hope you two had a good time... we might have to request for new bedsheets now..." she sighed, waving you off. You watched as she entered the room before making haste back to your car. As you sat in your car trying to process the events of the day, you decided it was best for you to drive home and maybe give the girls some space for a bit.

About a week or so later, you get a text message from Jihyo. "Y/N, I'd like to schedule a meetup with you. It's important." Immediately, alarm bells started ringing in your head and you accepted the meetup request. As you arrived at the meetup venue, you noticed Momo and Jihyo sitting at a table. Oh shit, did you knock Momo up already? Damn, this is bad... You enter the venue and take a seat at their table, an awkward silence surrounded the three of you.

"Hello, Mr. Manager. Momo here has something she wants to tell you." Jihyo started, not doing much to help ease your anxiety about the situation. You braced yourself as Momo opened her mouth.

"Mr. Manager... I'd like to... pursue a romantic relationship with you..." Momo confessed. You sat shocked, your mouth agape. That’s it? Phew... "Momo... Are you sure? Have you spoken to Jihyo about this?"

"She has. And she is a grown woman, I can't really dictate who she wants to date, I'm not her mom. But I am here to make sure your managerial duties remain done appropriately despite being with Momo. Can we agree on that?"

"Yeah, of course. I think this will only keep me closer to you guys if you guys need any help or whatsoever."

"Good. I guess you two are dating now... Thank goodness for the lack of boundary–breaking paparazzi... I'm sure in some other universe, you two would be screwed."

"Well, we did screw each other~" Momo joked, Jihyo's face scrunching up as she cringed. "Momo, that's the worst attempt at a joke I've ever heard you say," Jihyo shook her head, playfully repulsed by Momo's terrible sense of humour.

You shared some last few exchanges before Jihyo got up, followed by yourself and Momo. As the three of you parted ways, you decided to take Momo out on a proper date. You booked a fancy restaurant, and drove Momo back to her shared apartment with Nayeon. You walked Momo up to her door as she went in to change, Nayeon gave you a flirty wave as the door opened, prompting a playful punch by Momo.

"Nice suit. You guys heading out for a date~?" Nayeon asked teasingly.

"Why yes, we are. Wanna come?" you returned the same attitude back at her. Nayeon nodded approvingly as she returned to her own activity. You couldn't help but feel nervous as you waited patiently. You've had your fun on that fateful day, but now it's the time to take things slow, and you didn't know if you were up for the challenge.

Suddenly, Momo walked out of her room, her hair flowing down onto her chest, wearing an elegant but dominating, figure–hugging blazer dress, she was absolutely stunning. Your heart skipped a beat as she approached you, her eyes lighting up at the sight of you. You stood frozen, your lips quivering.

"Momo... You look... gorgeous..." you complimented her, your eyes digesting her entire look. Nayeon gave the two of you a knowing glance as you extended your arm out to her. As Momo locked arms with you, you walked her back to your car and set off for the restaurant. Upon arriving, you were seated at your reserved table.

As you ordered, the two of you talked about everything – from your childhood to your dreams, and even shared your favorite movies, songs, and TV shows. It was a comfortable silence as you both laughed and enjoyed the small talk. The food arrived, and you took turns feeding each other, causing the other diners to give you judgmental stares.

The two of you decided to keep the PDA to a minimum as to not rile up the other guests. "Momo, are you okay with me taking this slow?" you asked, wanting to make sure she was up for a steady pace.

Momo swallowed her bite, setting the fork down before responding, "Of course. I appreciate you taking the time to get to know me outside the stage... especially since it felt like we skipped a few steps the last time..."  Her eyes shone with contentment and reminisce as her hands reached for yours under the table, her thumb caressing tracing circles on the back of your hand. "I'm excited to see what's in store for us," she added, her smile bright, showing her eagerness for the future.

As the night went on, you decided to end it with a little stargazing session. You drove to a nearby cliffside parking lot. The two of you climbed onto the hood of your car and gazed upwards into the forever–expanding vacuum that was space.

"I hope you had a good time tonight, Momo."

"I did, Mr. Manager..." she responded, her body leaning onto yours.

"Please, call me Y/N."

Momo gave you a wide and warm smile as she nodded. Before long, your lips connected under the starry night sky in a deep and loving kiss. A manager dating an idol under his name is often considered taboo, but who's really keeping up with the semantics of it all?

It was late and was about time for the both of you to get home. You helped Momo back into your car as you drove back to her apartment. "What's your address, Y/N?" Momo asked you. "I hope I'm not making you drive too far..." her burrows frowed in concern.

"Oh don't worry about it, Momo. I actually don't live too far away from you. So once I get you back home safe, I can just drive back to my place." 

"Momo, before we get to your place, I have a question for you. If we're gonna be together, I want to make sure we're on the same page. Do you want to keep this a secret for now?"

Momo thought for a moment. "I'm okay with that, for now. Let's keep it between us, Y/N." She gave you a reassuring smile, your fingers still entwined with hers as you drove. The two of you reached her apartment. After walking her up to her apartment, she unlocked her door. "You want to come in for a bit? I'm afraid that you might be too tired to drive..."

"It's alright. I'll be okay. Plus, I don't wanna bother Nayeon," your lips curled as you bid her farewell. But not before sharing a hungry kiss. You walked back to your car and drove back to your own apartment for the night. You went through your nightly routine before noticing you received several texts from Momo, with the inclusion of some spicy pictures.

You laid in bed, your phone illuminating the room as you scrolled through Momo's texts. You bit your bottom lip as you admired the pictures she had sent. Before you knew it, your phone buzzed, a notification that Momo was calling you.

Your heart raced as you answered the call, "Hello?"

"Hey, Y/N..." Momo whispered, her voice sensual and inviting. "I'm going to do something naughty~ Wanna see?"

"Oh? And what might that be?" You replied, trying to maintain your composure.

"I'm taking off my dress..." she whispered, as she turned her video feed on. She placed the phone on her bed, leaning against the wall as she continued, "...and I want you to describe to me how hard you're getting just by watching me~"

Your breath hitched, the sight of Momo sensually stripping before you, her body on full display, was enough to send a surge of heat to your cock. "Momo, just the thought of you standing there, your dress sliding down, revealing your beautiful body... Let alone getting to watch it? I'm already at attention, baby... Aching to be inside you..."

Momo continued to undress herself and before long, you watched as the dress she wore to your date fell, pooling at her ankles. "It's off, Y/N. I'm standing here, all naked for you... you're making me so wet just by talking to me~" her voice was breathy, her need for you evident in her tone.

Your breathing grew heavy, your hand already making its way to your growing erection through your boxers. "Fuck... I wish I was there with you, Momo... I would worship your body, starting from your neck, making my way down, tracing my tongue along your collarbone, kissing those gorgeous, soft tits... It pisses me off that I can't..."

Momo moaned out loud, "Yes, Y/N, keep going. Make me feel it."

"I'd take one of your nipples into my mouth and hold it steady with my teeth. I'd be sucking on it, flicking my tongue over it, making you moan. And then I'd move to the other one, repeating the same until you're begging for more."

"Oh, Y/N..." Momo's voice trembled, "Please, please continue..."

You watched as Momo shifted onto her bed, adjusting the camera so it would capture the sight of her beautiful flaps as she began rubbing her body, the distinct sound of fingers against skin. 

"Fuck... Y/N, don't stop..." Momo began pleasuring herself as you continued to paint her a picture of your desires. "I'd slide my hand down, my fingers now trailing along the crease of your waist, feeling the curve of your hips. My hand would continue down, arriving at your wet slit, my fingers now parting your soft folds..."

"Y/N– Y/N, please... I need more..." Momo's voice was desperate, her need for you tangible through the phone.

"I would slide three fingers deep inside you, feeling your walls clench around me. I'd thrust my fingers in and out, mimicking the way I'd be pounding you if I was there, our bodies moving in perfect sync, my finger sliding in and out, your moans getting louder and louder."

"Y/N– That's it– Mmmh~" Momo's moans grew more intense, "Y/N, I can't... I can't, I'm going to–"

Her voice cut off as she threw her head back. Her cries of pleasure echoed out in her room. You watched as she squirted onto her phone, her body succumbing to the pleasure you'd given her. That squirt turned you on so much that it sent your hand moving faster around your erection, your shaft slick with precum as you prepared for your own climax. "Fuck– Momo, your voice... I'm gonna c–cum..."

Your bodies were in sync, both of you reaching your peaks, the sounds of your climaxes filling your rooms, your breathing heavy as you both came down from your high. "Momo..." You whispered, your hand still wrapped around your softening dick.

"Y/N..." Momo replied, her voice hazy and spent. "That was... amazing..."

"Momo, I don't want to bother Nayeon, but if it's alright with you, I can come back over, and we can continue from where we left off."

Momo hesitated for a moment. "I... I'd love that. But please, be quiet. Nayeon's a light sleeper."

You chuckled, "Oh no... I'm not sure I'll be able to keep quiet while you're riding me..."

You hung up, quickly slipping into a pair of shorts, throwing your hard–on back into your underwear. You drove back to Momo's apartment, your heart racing as you approached the door. You messaged her to let you know you've arrived. A few soft footsteps later, Momo opened the door, her eyes wide in surprise. "You came back~". Her tone was playful, her gaze traveling down to the bulge in your shorts. You slipped inside, moving with the grace of a stealthy ninja. You smirked, "I'll do my best to be quiet, baby~" you whispered, as you stepped inside, closing the door softly behind you.Momo guided you to her room.

Momo's hands moved to the waistband of your shorts, yanking it down slightly as her hands gripped your erection. She began stroking it slowly. "Mmm... I can't wait to have you inside me, Y/N."

You helped Momo onto the bed, your lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss, your hands trailing down her body, exploring her curves as you kissed her. Your tongue dueled with hers, your bodies eager to have each other. You guided Momo to lie down, your hand moving to her core. "Momo, you ready?"

"Y/N, I've been waiting for you all night..." She replied breathlessly.

You grinned, positioning yourself between her legs. "I'm sorry, I can't quite hear you... Do you want me to take you?"

"Y/N, yes... Take me." Momo's eyes pleading with yours, her body inviting you in.

You lined yourself up with her entrance, letting out a slow but purposeful thrust, your body merging with hers. You both moaned, the pleasure between you unmistakable. Momo's hands gripping your back, her hips meeting with yours.

Pleasure coursed through you both, the delicious sound of skin slapping against skin, your thrusts deep, your hips rolling in sync with hers, your bodies lit by the moonlight streaming in from the window, the two of you coming together in a dance of passion. 

"Momo– you feel so good..." you moaned softly as your lips began to claim hers. You both reached for each other, your fingertips digging into her flesh, the two of you locked in each other's gaze, your hips slamming into each other, a carnal symphony of pleasure.

Your breath hitched, your release imminent. "Momo..." you stammered, your thrusts growing faster, your body trembling.

"Y/N... Do it, let go inside me... Fill me up... my dear, Mr. Manager~" Momo encouraged, her eyes bright with lust, the two of you hurtling towards the edge.

You met her gaze, your thrusts hitting harder, your release taking over, your body shuddering, her name escaping your lips, both of you melding together as you came, your body spasms rippling through you, your release coating Momo's insides.

Momo's body shivered, her moans mufflered by your chest, your hearts beating as one. You collapsed on top of her, your breaths heavy and ragged. You gazed into each other's eyes as you two let out a few more sultry moans. Your lips connected once more in a desperate kiss as you hear banging from the next room over.

"FUCK– Y/N– NNNGHH~!"

Both you and Momo turned your heads slowly towards the wall, your mouths hanging in confusion and intrigue.

"Mmmh– Fuck... Shit, I just squirted all over the floor–" the voice suddenly paused, "–wait, can you guys hear me?"

You turned your head away and chuckled as Momo pinched the bridge of her nose. "Yes. Nayeon– have you been listening to us the whole time?"

The voice went silent for a little. "Yeah, you kinda woke me up when you guys decided to have phone sex."

You broke out into a hearty laugh, unsure to be embarrassed or amused by the situation. Momo seemed to be playfully annoyed.

"Goddamn– you guys should do this here more often... maybe let me watch... that'd be nice, yeah..."

As Nayeon ran off to grab tissues from the kitchen, you and Momo shared another deep kiss before drifting off to sleep in each others' arms. The following day, you woke up and slowly detangled yourself from Momo so she wouldn't be startled awake. You gave her a quick kiss on her forehead before draping a blanket over her nude body. You made your way to the bathroom to freshen up for the morning. On the way, you pass by Nayeon's room.

"Mmmh– Nngh– Y/N... Just like that..." she seemed to be mumbling something in her sleep. Following your shower, you lent a bathrobe and headed to the kitchen to get started on breakfast. About an hour or so went by and the two girls finally awoke, Momo first and then Nayeon. Momo looked well–rested but Nayeon had an expression you couldn't describe. She stumbled over to the seats at the kitchen counter and waited for Momo to shower.

"Good morning, Nayeon. How was your sleep?"

"Morning Y/N– I mean, Mr. Manager... I take it as only Momo and Jihyo can call you that... but I only managed to sleep at like 3AM."

"I appreciate it, thank you. Oh no, why's that?"

Nayeon rubbed her eyes, before folding her arms on the counter and dropping her head onto them.

"I spent the whole night touching myself... to you."

You froze for a bit, your cheeks flushed. What a forward girl... In a way, you admired her honesty... but maybe some extra PR lessons in case... "W–Well, I'm flattered. But you know my current relationship with Momo, correct?"

She nodded, her eyes struggling to open. "I just wanna listen, is all. It's hot– You're both hot."

Your mouth hung open for a little, unsure of what to say. She's so blunt– Just then, Momo sauntered out of the bathroom, the towel she had on wrapping around her curves. She gave a slight wink before heading back into her room to get changed.

You gestured for Nayeon to head to the showers since Momo is out. She groggily dragged herself off the counter and waddled over to the bathroom. You shook your head slightly, amused at the different personalities of girls you've found yourself managing.

As you laid the breakfast out, Momo waltzed out of her room and walked over to you. She gave the breakfast a big sniff before turning to you and wrapping her arms around your neck. She pulled you into a spicy kiss as your hands gripped onto her waist gently.

"Mmmh~ Good morning, Y/N~ Is all this for me?"

"Well, you've gotta share some of it with Nayeon."

Momo gave you a teasing pout before grabbing a plate and picking which dishes she wanted to take. She playfully wiggled her plump jeans–clad ass in front of you like bait on the end of a fishing line. Tried as you might, but you couldn't resist her allure. You grabbed onto her hips and quickly pulled your cock out from its confines.

"Sorry, Momo... You're just irresistible..."

"Oh–!" Momo gasped as she felt the sudden sensation of your hands on her hips. Her surprise slowly turned into desire as you began to bend her over the counter. She placed her plate on the counter as a smirk appeared on her lips.

Momo let out a low, sultry moan, "Oh, Y/N~" as you freed her from her jeans, her ass now bared for you. You gave it a tight smack before letting your cock prob her entrance, her slick walls eagerly taking you in. Her moans grew louder, her hips gyrating as you slid in and out slowly.

"Ahhh, Y/N~" she cried out, the ruffles on her shirt fluttering. They danced with each thrust as her tits swayed beneath her shirt, the sound of your hips slamming against her plump ass filling the room.

"Mmmm– Fuck, Y/N..." she moaned, her voice shaking. "You feel... so fucking good..." Her words were punctuated by gasping breaths as you slammed into her, the kitchen counter digging into her chest, her breasts bouncing wildly with each thrust.

"Gnnngh... Y/N... oh, fuck... don't stop..." Momo's voice was desperate, her hands clawing at the counter, her body tensing with each thrust.

Your pace was frantic, your thrusts driving her towards ecstasy, the sounds of skin slapping against skin and Momo's moans escalating. "Fuck, Momo, I'm close..." you warned, your grip tightening on her hips.

"Y/N... Y/N, let it out... let it out inside me... Pump me full~" She begged, her voice thick with lust.

Hearing her request, you tangled your fingers in her low, messy ponytail and yanked it towards you, her head tilting back as her moans echoed. "Oh my, so rough~"

You hammered into Momo, your climax beginning to flow, the two of you approaching your own orgasms. Her moans grew louder, her body tightening around you. "Momo, I'm cumming..."

"Do it– Do it, baby~" she cried out. With that, your release took over, your thrusts hitting harder, your body shuddering. "Y/N~! Fill me up, Mr. Manager~ Pump all that seed into me~" your name escaping her lips as your release flooded her insides. Her body shivered, her moans muffling against the counter as you came together, your hearts beating as one.

You collapsed on her back, your breaths ragged. You held her close, lost in the afterglow. "Momo, you're incredible, I fucking love you..." you whispered, your heart racing.

The two of you slowly detangled and straightened yourselves out as Nayeon groggily walked out of the bathroom and back into her room. You helped Momo grab a plate of the breakfast you made, your lips connecting once more, your tongues exploring each other, savoring each other's taste. "Let's eat, baby," you said, gently guiding her to the table.

Momo's face was flushed, her eyes bright. "Yes, Y/N– let's eat." She smiled, the two of you sitting down to breakfast, your hands entwining as you enjoyed the morning calm.

Not long later, Nayeon joined the two of you at the table, grabbing her own plate. Her widened eyes suggested that your food tasted amazing. "Damn, Momo– you should have Mr. Manager here more often. We'd be eating so good."

You let out a chuckle as you finished your plate. You looked at Momo and asked if she'd wanted to join you to go run some errands. She nodded excitedly and went to grab her purse. You were left with Nayeon once more.

"Do you wanna come?"

"Oh– uhh, no thanks. I'll stay behind to finish the rest of the breakfast."

You both shared a laugh before Momo walked out with her belongings in hand. You stood up, locked arms with Momo and headed out. The two of you wandered around a nearby shopping mall together as you ran your errands. That was when you saw a familiar face.

"Mina?"

"Momo!"

[Let me know if you want a part two or if you want me to make this a long running story. And let me know who else you'd want to see a fic about.]

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eddie munson x fem!reader FLUFF

18+ because some sexual themes. Overall, just fluff

Word Count: 2.1k

Eddie is drunk and whiny because he's jealous of Steve. Not my gif. Would have tagged if I knew.

part 2 out now

A heavy arm clad in leather slumped around your shoulders.

You turned your head and were met with your alcohol reeking best friend, Eddie.

"Well helllllloo there, pretty girl. Come here often?" He winked at you, eyes hazy and body swaying.

"Eddie, this is my house." You laughed through your nose and wrapped an arm around his waist to steady him.

Music thumped throughout your house, and people were scattered in each corner. You weren't necessarily popular, but it was you and Eddie's idea to throw a party so he could make some quick cash. With the help of King Steve, of course. Seeing how he was already drunk, he must have already made his rounds. Unfortunately you had to work and didn't arrive until around 9 pm, about 3 hours into the party. Eddie was absolutely wasted and probably was on something else, too. You never knew with him.

"Steve.. the fuck is in this?" You took a sip of your drink and cringed. He laughed and shrugged, taking a sip and mirroring your reaction.

"Huh." Eddie huffed next to you, eyes narrowing and darting back and forth between you two.

"Should we whip together a new punch? May have put a little bit too much rum in this one." Steve pinched his thumb and pointer finger together, taking a couple steps back in the direction of your kitchen.

You were about to follow him when Eddie's arm tightened around you, leather squeaking against your shoulder. You looked at him quizzically when he let out a whiny groan.

"Eddie.. What's up? Do you feel okay?" He pulled his arm off you so that you could face him.

His cheeks were flushed and eyes hooded as he gazed down at you.

"Jus' want you to stay with me 's all.." He clumsily placed a hand on your waist and pulled you toward him. "You always gotta be aroun' King Steve… hmph." His lips turned down into a pout.

Your brain short circuited and you stared at him trying to piece together what's making him so mopey. Of course you were often around Steve. Though he hasn't asked you out yet, there was definitely something going on between you two.

You nervously laughed and gripped the front of his leather jacket as he stumbled back a bit. Your head was getting fuzzy yourself and you wished you were able to think a bit clearer.

"I think you should take a rest, Eds.." Your eyes trailed around the living room, pushing him toward the half empty sofa.

His fingers tightened on your waist as he was about to sit down and you pulled yourself from his grip gently. His lips turned down even more and he slumped his shoulders before he leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

"Fine. Go with your new boyfriend 'cause he's just s' cool with his cool hair and his cool coolness." He waved you off as he dramatically crossed his arms like a kid and huffed.

"Stop being a baby. I'll be right back." You gave him a deadpan expression and stuck your tongue out, tapping your shoe against his before going into the kitchen.

Steve was sitting on the counter with his arms crossed, various bottles of liquor, mixers, and other drinks littered across your island table.

"Soo.." He kicked himself off the counter to stand beside you, eyes scanning over all the ingredients.

"Is Eddie alright?" He itched the back of his neck as his eyes peeked through the doorway to where Eddie sat, still grumpy but now playing with a glowstick that someone left on the coffee table. Him and Steve were friends, actually, but he was so blasted that he was letting his feelings show a little too much.

"He's fine.." You laughed, shaking your head. "Such a big baby."

You both made the new punch and talked about random stuff, almost an hour passing before Eddie waddled in the kitchen.

"You two lovebirds done yet? I'm thirsty." He leaned his shoulder on the doorframe, seemingly a little less drunk than before as he scowled at Steve.

You gave him an annoyed look at his comment before filling a cup and handing it to him, which he just took from you and set it on the counter.

He stared at Steve with his tongue in his cheek before kissing his teeth and grabbing his cup before disappearing again.

You opened your mouth to call for him as Steve put a hand on your shoulder.

"You should uh.. go check on him." He nodded his head toward the door.

You clenched your teeth as you weaved in and out of people. You were pissed, to say the least, because it felt like you were babysitting instead of enjoying the party. It took you almost twenty minutes to find Mr. Crankypants laying in your backyard. You trudged over to him, fists clenched by your sides and the water bottle you were holding crunching in your grip.

"Eddie, what is wrong with you?" You looked down at him, crossing your arms.

His eyes left the stars and met yours, widening as he stuck an arm up and pointed at you.

"Ah! My favorite star just appeared!!" He yelled, hand flapping in excitement.

You struggled to keep the scowl on your face, failing miserably as Eddie beamed at you, laughing at himself.

You sighed as he stood up, dusting himself off and eyes looking into yours fondly.

"You okay?" You stepped forward and placed a hand on his arm.

He let himself fall forward and stuffed his face into your neck, arms clenching around your waist.

"Woa-"

"Miss you, sweetheart.." He mumbled, lips brushing up against your neck.

"You're the one who ran off, silly." You hugged him tighter.

"Y-yeah but…" His voice cracked and you pinched your eyebrows together.

"Don' go with him, please." Eddie stuffed his face further into your neck when you tried to pull away.

You'd never been this close before, aside from his side hugs.

"What are you talking about, Eddie." You whispered.

He sighed, hot breath warming your throat. You pulled back and looked into his eyes, waiting for an explanation.

"Uhm.." He furrowed his eyebrows and puckered his lips.

"What're we talking about?" He quirked an eyebrow up. "Too much vodka-"

You rolled your eyes and pinched his cheek.

"Eddie. You don't want me around Steve." You blurted out, patience wearing thin.

His mouth opened and closed, lips turning downward and eyes glazing over with tears. You gasped and put your hands up.

"H-hey, it's fine- we don't have to talk about it." You hurriedly tried to change the subject.

He bowed his head down and sniffled as a tear rolled down his nose. Your heart sank when you tried to grab his hand, his whole body shrinking away from you. You said his name again but he only shook his head, huffing as more tears came out.

"Jus' wish I had a chance 's all." He hiccuped and angrily wiped his face with his sleeve, hair covering his face from your view. "- don't know how t'do this sorta thing like him." Another sniffle escaped him as he stepped further away from you.

The lump in your throat grew as you realized what the problem here was. He liked you and didn't want you to go with Steve. You mentally slapped yourself for being so blind to it.

You hopped forward and grabbed his hand, pulling him back toward you and walking further into your yard, away from the several nosey eyes that were in Eddie.

You pushed his hair from his face, all wet due to his tears. He felt so embarrassed, confessing his feelings in this drunken state. But he just couldn't control what came out of his mouth. This wasn't planned. He never intended to tell you, was going to let you be with Steve because he knew deep down he was better for you. His low self esteem was what truly kept him from actually asking you out.

Your own eyes watered when you saw his tear stained face. His eyelashes soaked with fresh tears, face red and puffy. He took a deep breath and swallowed the saliva that collected in his mouth before lifting his hand to take a sip of his drink.

You giggled when his eyes quizzically looked at his empty hand and head turned to see his cup empty on the ground. His eyes met yours again, pinching at the corners as he lazily smiled at you. You handed him the water bottle you'd been holding.

"I think we should talk about this when you're not drunk, okay?" You leaned your head forward to peek under his curtain of hair that he suddenly flicked in front of his face.

"Mhm.."

"But… don't be sad. We are on the same page here, okay? I.. I won't go to him. I know what you're trying to say." You gently whispered and sighed in relief when he simply nodded back.

You pulled him into a hug and he hummed as he let the water bottle fall to the ground, his heart hammering against your chest.

"Look so pretty tonight.." He mumbled as his arms snaked around your waist, lower than they had been before.

You felt tingles run throughout your body due to both the tone of his voice and the path his hands were on. Eddie's palms smoothed over your lower back as he pulled you in more, if that was even possible.

You hummed and thanked him for the compliment, your face feeling hot.

"-always look s'pretty. But never seen you in a dress like this before.." Your lower belly began to feel hot as his lips brushed against your neck while he talked. He could have moved his head so his chin was resting on your shoulder. He knew what he was doing.

"T-thank you, Eds.." You gulped and his eyes shot open, smirking as he continued moving his hands.

"Hmm.. love it when you call me that." You could feel his teeth in your neck now, mouth fully on your skin as he spoke.

Your breath hitched when he placed the most gentle kiss behind your ear, lips barely touching your skin as they trailed down your neck and placed another peck before he sloppily began to mouth at the flesh there. He panted as he nibbled and kissed messily all over your neck, the night air feeling cool against your wet skin.

"E-eddie." You breathed out.

Eddie grunted and laughed when you tugged on his hair, pulling his head back. Your face felt like it was on fire and you were grateful it was dark.

"S-sorry." He snorted out a laugh nervously and started to shimmy off his jacket, getting annoyed when it got stuck on his arm. " s'hot out."

Your chest raised with each breath as you watched him. How the fuck could you even allow yourself to go out with someone else after the one you truly liked confessed to you? And he went at your neck like a fucking vampire-

"Mmm.. miss you." He croaked up at you, his voice weak from when he had been crying.

You blinked down at him to where he was now sitting, arms reaching out to you.

"Please don' go back to him." He pouted again and a laugh bubbled in your throat as you sat next to him.

"Well how am I supposed to after that?" You wiped a hand over your face and sighed.

He stared at you, eyes struggling to stay focused on yours when your neck was so visible.

"Need to do this side too-" He quickly scooted so his body was pressed against yours and latched his lips onto your neck, sucking the skin between his teeth and letting his tongue dart out.

"Eddie!" You gasped loudly as you pushed him away and laughed incredulously, slapping a hand over where you know a hickey is.

"Don't… don't tell me there's a mar-"

"Uh-huh there's mos' definitely a mark." He snickered at you and clumsily made his way onto his feet, eyes filled with lust as he watched you lick your lips and squeeze your thighs together. His legs stumbled a bit as he didn't have you to hang on to and he looked toward the house. Fuck, he was so hard.

"Gotta piss- be back in like.. fifteen." He held up 4 fingers.

You stifle a laugh and nod, wanting him to leave so you can fan your face. You were fucking sweating.

" 'f I wasn't so drunk… hmph." He put two fingers down out of the four he still had up and made a V, sticking his tongue out and obnoxiously laughing when you covered your face at the gesture.

" 'm actually going to jack off, I lied-"

"Eddie! Can you please leave!!" You laid on your back and covered your face, still laughing.

"Alright alright, sorry- no filter right now, sweetheart."

Your friendship will definitely never be the same.

Next part (18+) ->

updated 5/5

[writingforatwistedworld]

Here is a little something I searched out from what I have written so far. As I see it, I am way better at headcanons but I hope you still enjoy it. Criticism is always welcome! Anons are allowed. Just... Be kind, ok?

Otome au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

(If you don't know me, I'm a yandere blog and this is just the beginning of a small project of mine so if you wonder “why is this in the yandere tags?” We will get there. Just not today.)

WARNINGS: Suicide, overall pretty fluffy, death, murder, full piece more warnings!

Sweet poison

Purple. Since you had woken up in this place you had been greeted with the color more than you would have liked. The clothing, the rugs, heck even the curtains were dyed in a deep tone.

Pulling the belt around your waist a bit tighter you looked at yourself in the old, broken mirror. Everyone could see that the poor thing had been through a lot. Sometimes you and your five other roommates joked that it was the mirror from that one time the king had lost control and threw one of his most prized possession, his eyes in looking glass version, out of the window.

Deeming yourself presentable you stepped out into the halls. It wasn't like you had been gotten into trouble for looking less than “alright” but you had heard all of the stories from the youngest in your room when you are spending your first night here, finding out that the king was not fond of tardiness, especially when it came to one’s appearance. Though, you had to admit that he did have rather nice taste when it came to clothing.

Entering the kitchen the smell of baked bread hit your nose, reminding you of times when you would run on the street as your game avatar blocking the way of random NPCs, asking them for bread out loud even if they couldn't hear it.

“Having a nice morning?” Turning your attention once more to the here and now your attention wandered to one of the bakers who were busy preparing multiple of the baked necessity for living. Well, at least one of the necessities needed in middle Europe during the medieval times. “Oh yes, most comfortable.”

A servant leaving the warm room ogled you on his way out, reminding you of the gazes that you earned during the first week of working here. And who were you to be angry about that? A stranger no one knew appeared out of the middle of nowhere, asking confused where they were whilst having no greater knowledge about the world surrounding them. At least until you realized that you were currently in the Otome game that you played before going to bed only to wake up as a character that didn't even exist in it, yourself.

Walking through the room until you reached the dirty plates you started scrubbing. Your job to keep a roof over your head and some warm food in your stomach was godsend. Who knew if you had this much luck if you had woken up in the middle of the forest which stretched out to the south of the castle? What if you had ended up in the place the fifth bad ending happened? That one cave, trapped in a hole without a way out...

Shuddering you shook off the thoughts flying around in your head. There was no time for this now. After you had scrubbed the dishes you needed to get more water and after that it was your duty to clean the inner courtyard. Not that you minded. The last few days had been especially joyful having been joined by a young man with black hair and a (sometimes way too) chatty personality. Having ended up here before you had the chance to play any of the routes of anyone living in the Shaftlands made your knowledge of who was who a bit limited but there was no way an important character would clean with you. The old well was also way too dangerous for someone of a high position to get close to it. As such you deemed it safe with whom you spend your time with. No way anyone of the dateable cast would come.

You were doomed. No way out. Nope. This was your last day in any of the worlds. Staring at the black haired male in front of you you thought you heard something in the background break. Probably your sanity. “What was your name again?”

Giggling the man with which you had cleaned this place for many days now repeated his name once more. “Neige Le- just Neige.”

You called bullshit. Only nobles had family names and even if you had believed him that he had none there were still the whispers of the other servants. Stories about the cast aside half-brother, the actual heir.

Well wasn't that pretty? Now you had to worry about having gotten in touch with a main character. You might as well just jump into one of that so called “Rook”’s arrows yourself. No need to chase you, hope was at this point futile anyways.

But on a more important note, wasn't this game based on folklores? Slowly your gaze slides to the well, then back to Neige. Well. Neige. Well. Neige... doves surrounding you two, practically singing some love song which you usually expected in some way too cheesy romance film.

If fate wanted to be even more spiteful then it should give you a white horse and you would look exactly like that corpse-kissing weirdo. Oh damnation, why are you such an ironic jerk?

The only thing you were able to do was to give him your best clueless smile and act as if you had no idea who he truly was. If you had a mirror you would have rather said that the usage of your facial muscles looked more like you had bitten into something horribly sour but it seems to do the trick. “Ah I see. I must have misheard the first time.”

Giving you once more a giggle that sounded more and more like the princes produced 1937 you felt once more how your soul was close to just excusing itself and searching for escape at the pearly gates.

“Mon Dieu! Quel spectacle effrayant!” And there it went. Your soul said bye bye. No way this kind of adrenaline spike was healthy. Seemingly also being close to meeting his creator Niege jumped up, sadly right into your side which made it seem like there was more between the two of you going on than it truly was. He was determined to serve you an early healthy portion of “slightly too sweet apple”, or rather you assumed he was. His action did make it seem so.

Whilst you were still busy de-petrifying yourself the oh-so-hidden prince next to clasped his hands, beaming up at the hunter sitting in one of the trees. “Excuse my rudeness but are you my brother's friend? The one who is always talking to him?”

Sliding elegantly between you two the young man separated the two of you, sending a smile to Niege. “Oui! Pardon my rudeness but it seems like our friend over here is still busy.”

Giving you a glance, telling you more than someone with telekinesis could ever do you frantically nodded. “Absolutely! I... I still have to... uh... Bread! Yes! Bread! The bakers asked me to help!”

Being seemingly satisfied with your answer the hunter turned you abruptly around, pushing you gently towards the servant's entrance.

Hurrying inside you almost tripped after seeing two figures looking down at you and the two other individuals still standing there. It was easy to see that the two were of high class but what frightened you the most was how aggressively the taller one pulled the curtain shut. Was this the reason why the servant sleeping next to you was mending so many times one of the hellish pieces of woven fiber? If the press would already exist then the headlines would be hilarious. Probably something akin to the lines of “King rips up curtains. The weaving industry is booming!” or “Anger management issues! The King has gone wild!” Although, that last one wasn't so funny.

Great! Now even the rest of the cast was aware of your existence! How much money did you serve throughout the last few weeks? The best thing possible to do now was to get onto a boat and search for Hakuna Matata. Preferably one that was far away.

[notf1obsessed]

a little flirting hurt no one (Charles Leclerc x Carlos Sainz)

Carlos is hopelessly in love with Lando, but isn't sure how to break it to him. That is until Charles comes up with a plan, to make Lando jealous. Fake dating. But what they don't expect is for their fake relationship to turn real.

Chapter 13: too much to say

And that was very clear when Carlos arrived like a shit-wreck at Charles's apartment.

His eyes had puffy black patches underneath them. Ruffled and greasy, his hair laid flat on his head, unlike its usual swept back position. His clothes (which were a white tee and black jacket) were extremely creased, slight bits of skin exposed as it wasn't tucked in properly. Overall, he looked like shit.

"Oh my god Carlos," Charles gasped at the horrid sight of his teammate, "Are you alright?" He moved aside to let Carlos through the door.

"Yeah I'm fine, now come on let's get some stuff ready," replied the older one, yawning and stretching.

"Absolutely not."

Carlos raised an eyebrow, turning to face Charles, "What do you mean? We have to get ready."

"Not with you looking like this," argued Charles, "Come, I'll show you where you can sleep."

"Charles I swear I'm fi-"

"No you are not, Carlos," he cut him off, "You are to get some sleep or we're not going, and I'm not sure that's a very good impression."

"But Charles," Carlos tried to argue back, being cut off by Charles once again.

"Carlos are you coming or will I have to drag you by the feet."

Groaning, the Spaniard trailed behind Charles, following him nonetheless. He led him towards a big bedroom - presumably his - and opened the door for Carlos to enter.

The room was quiet spacious, dim sunshine offering little light to the bedroom. A large, king bed laid in the middle of the room, unmade duvets drooping over the edges. A pile of clothes - again, presumably Charles's - were tossed at its feet.

"I haven't set up the guest room because I didn't expect for you to arrive like this," began Charles, "So you can just have my bed."

"Charles I swear it's oka-"

"Do you want me to push you backwards on the bed?"

Deciding there was no winning this argument, he plopped backwards on the bed, landing with a loud thud. Charles let out a laugh, earning a side eye from the other one.

"Mate are you really going to sleep in jeans now? You won't get any sleep," giggled Charles, "Here take these."

He turned to the closet, Carlos not quite sure what he was looking for. Turning back to face Carlos, he tossed him a pair of sweatpants, "Here, these are much more comfortable."

He took the clothes with a groan, stripping down from his jeans. Feeling his cheeks fill with a shade of Ferrari, Charles quickly turned back to face the closet.

"I'll - just um.. get packing," he stuttered.

Carlos raised an eyebrow while putting on his sweats, but alas he was too tired due to his lack of sleep to question anything. He pulled up the sheets to his nose, head on pillow. He took in the scent of the sheets, they were so..

Sweet.

He ended up drifting off to sleep not long after, tiredness overwhelming him.

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"Carlos, sweetie, wake up please," the monegasque's soft voice woke him up from his sleep. He sat up to rest his back on the headboard, eyes still shut. Charles was sat at the end of the bed, head tilted forwards.

"Come on we have to get going, I made breakfast," he tried reassuring. Finally, the Spaniard managed to drag himself out of bed, hands rubbing his eyes.

Charles smiled, "I'll see you in the kitchen, you might want to change back into your jeans."

Carlos nodded, eyes still closed. He managed to change into his jeans, stumbling his way into the kitchen. Charles - who was already dressed - slid him a plate of pancakes.

"Here," he said, plating himself some, "I know how much you like pancakes."

And that was true, Carlos did love pancakes. As he took a seat on the kitchen island, he thought about how Charles had decided to make this for him. That he cared about him. It made his heart do things he would rather ignore.

"I already texted Lando about the cruise," Charles broke the silence, chewing on a piece of pancake, "We'll have to leave in a bit."

Carlos nodded in understanding, biting into his pancake himself. They ate in silence for the meal; a comfortable silence in contrast to the last one they had.

Once they had finished, they cleaned up the dishes; Carlos washing them and Charles drying them.

After they had finished washing the dishes, they made an exit through the door.

Carlos opened the door, dramatically bowing, "After you, cariño."

Rolling his eyes, Charles walked through the door, checking his watch to make sure they were on time.

"Come on now, don't want to be late, mon amour."

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They arrived to the harbor a little after 2, making sure to park their car somewhere discreet.

They didn't want more attention. They were here for at least some fun (though that would prove to be quite hard later on).

Heads peeking through the window, Charles tried to catch a glimpse of Lando before going out of the car; trying to save them the hustle of wandering around like idiots in search for him. After a few unsuccessful attempts, Charles finally got out of the car, followed by Carlos.

Squinting his eyes due to the sun, Charles's gaze roamed around the different ships and yachts. There weren't many people at the pier, not surprising considering it was a Wednesday. Most people come here during the weekends, which was a relief for the both of them.

Suddenly, there was a force on his wrist pulling him towards a nearby ship. Gaze darting towards the right to see who was dragging him, he caught Carlos gesturing his head towards a waving Lando. A warm smile was etched onto his and Lando's face, Carlos's hand moving to shake Lando's. Charles did the same, except a much more formal expression was drawn on Lando's face.

Arguably with the most sarcastic smile ever, Carlos shook Oscar's hand lazily, making sure to spend as little time in contact with it. Oscar wasn't very different, eyes piercing through Carlos's eyes and cutting his soul. This was how all their interactions went (if they were even allowed in the same vicinity).

For some reason unknown to man-kind, Carlos had hated Oscar long before he found out he was dating Lando. The Spaniard had wanted to gut Oscar from the first moment he stepped on track (or maybe even before), arguing he was "immature" and "unexperienced", though no one reason was to pinpoint his absolute hatred towards the Aussie.

"Right," Lando broke the thick silence caused by the tension between Oscar and Carlos, "We should get going inside, we don't have much time to waste if we want to have fun!" A nervous smile on his face indicated he wasn't very convinced his attempt at enlightening the mood had worked.

Carlos and Oscar, deciding to put aside their unknown beef, smiled at Lando before pushing their way past him and onto the cruise. Lando looked back over his shoulder to see Oscar sneer menacingly at Carlos. Looking back at Charles, both of them exchanged worried glances.

This wasn't proving to be the fun getaway they had expected.

Alas, they had to make the most of it; following shortly behind their teammates.

Circling his head like a curious child, Carlos took in the view of the cruise ship, ignoring the problem next to him. Saying it was large would be an understatement; it was colossal. Massive, ring floors encased the towering beast, a glimmering swimming pool in the center. A long corridor leading to the main reception and elevators tunneled underneath them.

Carlos dipped in the hallway, blocking off Oscar who shot him a dirty look. Charles and Lando were already leaning against the counter, the Brit's head bobbing forward to look for a receptionist. He sat down on a chair, legs crossing to rest on a table. He heard Oscar snort in disappointment behind him. That little bitch, he thought, head turning to face him.

"What's so funny, Piastri?" Carlos asked coldly. Oscar's eyes narrowed slightly; he hated hearing his name on the Spaniard's tongue.

"Great impression resting your feet on the table," responded the Aussie, sarcasm dripping in his voice. Deciding to ignore him, Carlos turned back to face the refined tapestry hung on the wall.

If this countinued, one of them wasn't going to be alive for much longer.

Thankfully, Charles emerged in front of them, breaking their bubble of negativity.

"Let's get going to our room Carlos," Charles stated, key card in his left hand, "See you later Oscar." Oscar offered a polite smile and nod, walking over to Lando. The Monegasque dragged Carlos up by the hand, quickly taking him away from the Aussie. His face was scrunched up in a stern look, clearly disappointed by the Spaniard.

"Mate, what the fuck was that," he began, "couldn't you have at least acted you weren't planning on murdering the poor boy by sunrise?"

Snatching his hand out of Charles's grip, his eyes conveyed a mix of anger and hurt. Anger caused by the tone in Charles's voice, and the hurt caused by him deciding to take Oscar's side.

"You don't know what happened between us," he whispered quietly, surprised by his tone considering he was bubbling with rage. It was low enough for Charles to not hear him, thankfully. Instead, the younger boy kept walking to the elevators, stepping in right before Carlos.

The elevator ride was a thick silence for the most part, the occasional ping when it passed a floor. It was covered in mirror, gold lining running across the walls. Finally, the silver doors parted to reveal the floor, beige walls with the occasional painting popping out of the dull colours.

Charles slid past the doors, slowing down his pace to stroll in the corridor. He quickly found the room as it was right by the elevators, he tapped the key card to open the room.

Teal paint spread across the wall, a large, animated painting of an ocean stood in the center of the back wall. A row of closets were lined against the left of the door, a small, illuminated vanity standing at the end of them. A king bed laid in the center of the room, light blue cushions and pillows propped up against the headboard.

Sliding past Charles, Carlos stood in the middle of the room, staring at the bed in front of him.

Something both of their single celled brains had not thought about before.

"I can just sleep on the floor," offered Carlos as he threw his suitcase on the bed, beginning to unpack.

"No, no I will," protested Charles, moving over to help Carlos, "It's your invitation after all."

Abruptly, the Spaniard took a step back, hands dropping the zipper. His eyes roamed the bed, as if searching for something.

"It's big enough for the both of us," concluded Carlos, nodding his head in agreement to his own statement.

Eyes shooting up to face him, Charles opened his mouth to protest, but no words came out. He furrowed his eyebrows, confused as to why he couldn't say what was on his mind, "absolutely not", yet he didn't; he stayed quiet. The spaniard returned to his suitcase, fully unzipping it and beginning to stack some clothes.

Still baffled as to why he couldn't form words, Charles decided it was best to put aside the sleeping problem and get packing. He knelt down to open up his own suitcase; beginning to fold some clothes.

"Im going to head down for a walk at the deck, stretch a bit Y'know?" Carlos's voice diverted Charles's attention from packing. He looked up at his teammate, eyes blown open; baffled as to how he was able to pack away so quickly.

Laughing, the Spaniard clarified, "I'm a fast packer, and I didn't pack my entire wardrobe like you." Rolling his eyes, Charles went back to folding and putting away his clothes, muttering a 'goodbye' before Carlos exited through the doors.

He quickly closed the door, pausing for a moment to try and remember where the elevator was. Finally finding his way to the elevators, he caught sight of one of them closing. Quickly darting towards it, his hand slid between the metal doors; stopping it from closing. Though no sooner had he made the decision had he instantly regretted it.

In front of him, dressed in a black tee, was none other than Oscar. His eyes darted up to face Carlos, face curling into a sneer. Deciding to ignore him, he just stood beside Oscar, praying for the elevator to hurry the fuck up.

"What a coincidence seeing you here," muttered the Aussie, barely above a whisper.

"Just checking out the ship."

"Like you were doing to Lando."

The older boy's head had never twisted so fast in his life, eyes choking Oscar with their glare, "I don't know what the fuck you're talking about Piast-"

"Don't lie to me," he cut him off, "I know how badly you want to fuck him, it's so glaringly obvious."

Clenching his hands, a lopsided grin crept onto Carlos's face; very much in contrast to the emotions he was feeling, "You always have something to say, don't you Piastri," he said, referring to his radio messages.

"I just know you have even more to say, too scared to now but you seem to have no problem saying it to the media," the Aussie shot back, they were both at each other's throats by now.

The doors slid open, Oscar moving to step out. Suddenly, he was stopped by an aggressive hold on his wrist, pulling him to the right. He looked to his right to see Carlos pulling him towards a nearby restroom.

"Let go of me, you bastard," he choked out, but the Spaniard's grip was too strong on his hand. He was pulled into the bathroom, Carlos's hand leaving his wrist to push his shoulder against the wall. Oscar's hand moved to remove the hand off his shoulder, but was stopped by Carlos's hand grabbing it.

"Let go of m-"

He was stopped by an aggressive kiss against his lips. It shouldn't feel good, but it did. His mouth tilted at an angle, trying to catch Carlos's lips better. His tongue teased at Oscar's lips, asking to slip in. Opening his mouth, the Spaniard's tongue quickly began to roam Oscar's mouth. Pulling away for a brief moment, Carlos bit down with as much brute force on his lip, earning a yelp from the other one. Oscar licked at the edge of his lips, metallic taste stinging his tongue. Pulling away, he smirked at the sight he had created of Oscar, flushed and panting.

"You always have too much to say, don't you?"

[pyropsychiccollector]

Thoughts on Ace Attorney?

Ace Attorney and Professor Layton were the main games I played in the mid-2000's, outside of Pokemon. They weren't bad, although I confess Phoenix wore on my patience a bit (his origin story is very lackluster). He got better in Trials and Tribulations, but I definitely was not a fan of the spirit medium elements in the series. Call me old-fashioned if you like, but I generally prefer grounded court dramas. Stuff that doesn't heavily involve channeling spirits, seeing victims' final moments, or even magical bracelets.

... Although the last one could be explained pretty reasonably, I think. So I tend to cut Apollo more slack than Phoenix, who's more like a bull at a rodeo and goes where he pleases. I'm also in this apparent minority of people that didn't fall in love with Maya at first sight... or thirtieth sight... or... Yeah. lol Don't get me wrong. I'm cool with loveable goobers. There's just... a number of things that I don't like that much about Maya. The medium stuff is one thing, the running gag of getting kidnapped or framed for murder is another, she doesn't help Phoenix understand crime scenes or law better (she's literally a teenager in that first trilogy, and still a kid at heart in Spirit of Justice), and this incessant shipping with Phoenix by her cousin Pearl is one of the most uncomfortable things I've had to suffer through... XD It's just my opinion, but Phoenix feels more like an older brother to Maya and Pearl. They're related to his old boss Mia, and it's cool he wants to look out for them... I just don't ship Phoenix x Maya. That's just me~...

That said, do I have Ace Attorney ships? Ehhh... A few. I'm not too passionate on shipping in AA. I like Phoenix x Iris. I like Phoenix x Franziska. Mia x Diego, of course. I don't mind entertaining Miles x Kay when Kay grows up a bit (for some reason I vibe a lot more with Kay than Maya, probably just the fact she's a 'thief' and not a medium~...). Gumshoe x Maggey is alright. I like Apollo x Ema. Apollo x Athena is fine. I wouldn't mind Bonny and Betty joining the Wright Anything Agency, though I don't necessarily ship them with anyone... Maybe Apollo, if I was so inclined. Rayfa is cute, but she's a kid. No pedos in this house, no sir. (人◕ω◕)**

I honestly have no ships in the Great Ace Attorney duology, though. I'm neutral to Ryunosuke x Susato, I don't object to them. They are cute. I just don't ship them cuz my mind's on the lovely plots and characters of GAA~...

If I had to do a tier list for Ace Attorney games... Let me see...

Tier 1 (Masterful) - Great Ace Attorney 1&2, Ace Attorney Investigations 2, Professor Layton vs Phoenix Wright

Tier 2 (Great) - Trials and Tribulations, Spirit of Justice

Tier 3 (Passable) - AA1, Investigations 1, Apollo Justice, Dual Destinies

Tier 4 (Abysmal) - AA2 (Justice For All)

Obviously, not a perfect tier list. A couple titles in the 3rd category are close to Tier 2 level, there's just some aspects of each game that take away my enjoyment somewhat. I loved Rise from the Ashes in AA1, and I liked the ending of Case 4... I enjoyed Edgeworth's flashback case in Investigations 1 (Detective Tyrell B A D D~). Apollo Justice had sleek designs and a more tempered protagonist I thought. And Dual Destinies introduced Athena and had mostly okay cases....

It's just. The rest of AA1 was meh to me, outside the last two cases. Investigation 1's Case 5 was dragged out so unnecessarily. Apollo Justice's Case 4 felt short to me and tried covering way too many bases; not to mention he kept getting shunted to the side by Phoenix, getting led along by the nose. And Dual Destinies, well... Overall, I just wasn't wowed by the writing. Phoenix was brought back, and Apollo and Athena took backseats; they had cases, but they weren't anything to write home about. By the time you hit the case at the space center, I'm barely sold on the bonds they have. XD Although I will say this: Attorneys interacting are much better than spirit mediums thrown into the mix. For all the criticisms we can throw at Phoenix, Apollo, or Athena depending on people's biases, it's nice to see the Wright Anything Agency get a staff again... Athena might not be level-headed like Mia, but I feel she'll get there in time. In her own way. Apollo's rebuilding a whole judicial system in a foreign land, so his arc's pretty much over. lol

I'd love for more Miles adventures. See more Agent Lang, Judge Courtney, even Prosecutor Debeste... But it's up in the air if they'll ever do a 3rd Investigations game. I've already been proven wrong about ever getting an official localization of Investigations 2, so I'll shut up since Capcom's been on a roll recently. (人◕ω◕) Took them some thirteen years, but they finally brought the best Investigations game over. Or will, in a month's time. Honestly, though? I'll probably be stubborn and favor the Scarlet Study fan translation. That's been around for the past decade, and they worked hard on it. I can almost guarantee you their fan translation will have fewer typos than the official one... But I'm looking forward to having Investigations 2 on a portable console. So. I'm sucking it up. (人◕ω◕)

I've rambled on enough, but the gist is that I'm more for plot and characters in Ace Attorney franchise than shipping. XD Not too surprising that what ships I do have tend to stray from the mainstream favorites (Phoenix x Maya, Miles x Franziska, the yaoi and yuri which I don't touch... and yes, I'm aware of the absurd amount of that in the fanfic community...). I'm built differently from most people, I guess. (人◕ω◕)

And I'm aware some people will have different opinions on my tier list for the games, too. Fite me. I stand firm. (人◕ω◕)

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖      

Chapter 29 - Old Messages, pt. 7. Episode 3.

Congo: Silently closed and locked the door, turning around slowly, observing Andy sitting on the bed Thank you… this means everything to me. Everything.

Andy: Nodded softly I know…. and I know because it means the same to me he smiled lovingly come over here… Please… he padded the bed next to him

Congo: Smiled warmly, then a cheeky grin appeared on his face, and he sprinted to the bed, jumping into the bed with a loud happy laughter, wrapping his arms around Andy showering him with kisses all over his face, neck, chest and shoulders

Andy: He laughed loud and happily Oh god! It tickles! it tickles! He squirmed under Congo, laughing more and more, till happy tears started falling down his face

Congo: He stopped very sudden, planting a tender kiss on Andy's lips Thank you… for everything…

Andy: Smiled lovingly I love you.. don't thank me… I'm yours for free…

Congo: Smiled bright as few tears starts forming in his eyes You are the best thing I ever came across… Thank you for stumbling into my bar that night. He smiled warmly It was the best thing you ever did… except accepting my ring…and falling in love with me too… He sniffled his nose as a tear ran down his cheek I wish we had a tv right now, so we could lay and cuddle and watch movies together…. old black and white ones… making love whenever we felt like, eating fresh berries and fruits, drinking champagne and cuddling naked for hours… He sighed softly

Andy: Sighed even softer We can… just another time… I have to go on vacation with A within the next week or so, if the plans stick… but after that… before I go back to the looney bin… we could go away for a weekend? Just you and me…

Congo: Frowned softly Sweety… we can't get away with that. He looked a bit sad in his eyes It's alright, we can dream… dreams are still free sighed softly

Andy: He shook his head firmly No! Stop that! We will go when I say we will go! He chuckled softly Your dad knows about us, and there's no way I can contain this happiness within me, unless I get someone to share it with, when I can't share it with you. My mom isn't happy about A these days, truth to be told, she lost a lot of faith in him… her and my dad always loved you like a son…. and overall, even if they generally like A, and is very thankful to him, and somewhat pleased about me becoming immortal, so I can't commit suicide, I'm pretty sure they would rather see me happily embraced by you, living as a mortal, with no intention of killing myself. I will tell them, and they will keep the secret safe. I trust them 100% he smiled softly and when they know, I can pull off, you and me, and our parents, going on a small weekend trip together… we can go far away where no one knows us, and in general stay close to our hotel. Or maybe you can finally take me to that secret house of yours you never show anyone, and no one knows anything about?

Congo: Smiled softly Yes… I could do that… that might be about time. And there's room enough for all of us. I actually do have 3 guest rooms there… it would be perfect. We could walk through the woods, down to the beach, make love in the sea… He somewhat got stars in his eyes as he smiled Roast food over a fire… stay up looking at the stars… it would be perfect.

Andy: Nodded softly See, we have options, we just need to spot them.

Congo: Smiled softly Yes, I see, it just all seems a little impossible… since we have to sneak around like this… but as long as I just know you are mine, at least in this universe, it will be worth it all. I'll give everything for you just falling in love with me. I never imagined that would be possible… and now you are laying here, and has even said yes to my proposal… Andy… my life is as close to complete as it can be…

Andy: Smiled softly You don't need to give me anything. At least in this universe, I gave you my heart for free…

Congo: He rolled over on his back, and hid his face in his hands, as Andy could hear a vague sobbing sound start

Andy: He quickly turned to his side Congo? Are you okay? As he didn't answer, Andy gently crawled on top of him, grabbing Congo's wrists and tried to remove Congo's hands from his face Congo, please! Please look at me and tell me what is wrong?

Congo: He dried his eyes and looked at Andy with still teary eyes I just wish… you know… I don't wanna hurt Marius, I love him too… I just wish I could have you for myself, that I didn't need to share you, and you didn't need to share me. He sniffled his nose I'm sorry, I don't wanna ruin this perfect evening. Please just hug me a bit? Okay?

Andy: Nodded softly Of course I will hug you. He wrapped his arms tight around Congo, placing one hand on his back, softly digging his fingers into Congo's skin, and another one on the back of Congo's head, gently pressing him against his own collar bone, softly caressing Congo's hair I love you… and if there's any way out of all of this, down the line, I'll gladly sacrifice my immortality to be with you… but we need time to pull this through, if we do anything rash, it can have very fatal outcome… I'm not going to let anyone hurt you. I mean it! I would rather live for eternity without you then, just knowing you lived a long and rich life, even if it was without me. I'm not gonna let him take you away.

Congo: He nodded softly, sobbing silently I don't wanna lose you! Ever! I always feared how empty I would be without you. I hated when you were gone for several months on tour, cause I never knew if you were safe or laying half dead in a ditch somewhere. Please don't ever disappear again. I beg you! He wrapped his arms tight around Andy and squeezed him as if he was afraid Andy would disappear any second

Andy: He hushed Congo a few times, softly rocking his head as you would do with a small child I'm not ever gonna do those things again to you, I promise. And I'll make sure I either am to reach at my phone or my Facebook, if I once in a while should take off fast. Well, unless we go to the B family place, but then I'll make sure to send you a letter if I can't get to tell you before I leave, okay? I won't leave you behind guessing any longer, and I'm so sorry I ever did. I do understand if you can't trust me, or if the trust takes time to buil…

Congo: Interrupted Andy I trust you… He grabbed Andy's cheeks, pressing his lips hard against Andy's, slowly opening his mouth to slide his tongue into Andy's mouth, kissing him greedy and hungry, moaning softly as tears still slowly ran down his cheeks, letting a hand travel down Andy's body, locking itself around Andy's dick, softly caressing the warm skin, as he whispered I want you, inside me.

Andy: He stopped kissing Congo and lifted an eyebrow as he looked at him a bit questioning Now?

Congo: Sighed out some hot air as he whispered Yes… please…. I want to feel the pain… rough.. I want it to feel like my first time too…

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Andy: He felt himself getting instantly hard by Congo's words, grunting as he bit down hard on his own lip, lowering himself a bit to once again connect with Congo's lips, licking and biting them playfully, as he with a finger started teasing Congo's hole

Congo: Gasped as he felt Andy's finger, moaning his words out Please just do it… I need you inside me right now… just be gentle…

Andy: *Nodded softly and blushed again, all of a sudden feeling nervous all over. He licked his hand and rubbed the saliva on his dick, then gently pushed it against Congo's hole, slowly adding more and more pressure, until he slowly slipped inside.

Congo: He hissed softly as Andy entered him, feeling a burning sensation, and for a few seconds, he dug his fingers into Andy's butt cheeks, making Andy unable to move, as Congo took a few slow breaths, then he kissed Andy's lips softly and moans out a soft 'go on'

Andy: Smiled lovingly and slowly started moving inside Congo, in soft spinning 8's Tell me if I'm too rough, please, I don't wanna hurt you more than necessary… He leaned down, kissing Congo's neck and throat, showering it with butterfly kisses

Congo: Moaned softly and shivered from the feeling of Andy inside him, letting his hands rest on Andy's butt cheeks, once in a while giving them a soft squeeze This is good, I can handle it, don't worry he moaned softly oh that's good, keep going moaned softly

Andy: He kept his soft 8's but kissed further up Congo's neck, reaching his earlobe, nibbling and licking it, pulling it gently with his teeth

Congo: Moaned deeply as Andy nibbled his earlobe, once again digging his fingers into Andy's butt cheeks, breathing out hot air and spoke with a husky hoarse voice More… give me more…

Andy: Smiled cheekily and picked up speed, moaning deeply God I love being inside you… it feels so wonderful… you are so incredible warm and tight…. oh god! he moaned deeply, then returned to biting and licking Congo, this time moving down his neck again, stopping at his nipples, which he licked and bit gently, making Congo moan rapidly and arching his back, only making Andy even more turned on Damn Congo… you are beyond sexy… you don't even get how sexy you are!!… I just wanna live inside you!!! He moans deeply and arches his back a bit, getting a bit rougher in his movements

Congo: Moaned loudly as Andy arched his back Ohhh yeah!! Please don't stop!! He moaned in an almost whimpering way, and grabbed his own dick, stroking it firmly at the same rhythm as Andy I need to cum… please don't hold back moaned deeply

Andy: Bit his lips hard and raised himself above Congo, pounding himself in and out of Congo, making sure to get all the way in with each pound, feeling sweat run down his back, and watched few drops land on Congo's chest

Congo: Arched his head backwards and moaned in a loud whimpering sound, crying the words out, almost sounding like a wolf howling God yes, fuck meeeeeeeeeeee!!

Andy: He moaned loudly by Congo's words, putting maximum pressure behind his pounding

Congo: Screamed in a tear filled moan Burn me! Leave a burn mark on my chest! Burn me!!!

Andy: Shook his head I'm not allowed to use the power… please moaned hoarse

Congo: Looked at Andy with tears streaming down his cheeks I need you to mark me… please… I beg you… sobs and moans at the same time, letting his head fall back again on the pillow, as he pics up speed of jerking himself off

Andy: Looked at Congo's tears, Congo's dick, Congo's lips, Congo's hopeful eyes, his own dick pounding in and out of Congo, moaning loudly as he placed his thumb on Congo's right chest peck, and squeezed it against his skin, watching Congo bite his teeth together and groan loudly as his skin started sizzling. He whimpered loudly and Andy removed his thumb quickly, just in time to see Congo squirt his cum up on his chest, landing almost on the bright red burn mark

Congo: Started sobbing loudly, wrapping his arms tight around Andy I'm sorry, I'm sorry… I can't stop again…

Andy: He stopped moving and wrapped his arms tight around Congo Please just let it all out…

Congo: Sobbed on loudly for about 5 minutes, then slowly started kissing Andy passionately again I'm okay… if I didn't kill your mood, I would like us to continue…

Andy: Grunted softly My boner kinda left about 5 minutes ago… I'm sorry… but… if you give me a little time to pull myself together? chuckled softly as he got up on his knees

Congo: Dried his eyes with the back of his hand and got up as well, kissing Andy passionately, and then in a split second, he turned around, pressing his upper body against the wall, an arches his back a bit, letting a finger slide inside himself, moaning softly I miss you in here… please come back…

Andy: Moaned loudly by the sound and sight of Congo Oh god!!! He bit his lips hard and shook his head I never knew you would be this fucking naughty!! He grunted and moaned again as he felt himself getting hard, so he crawled fast towards Congo and grabbed his hips roughly, forcing himself back inside Congo with a loud roar

Congo: Let out another wolf-ish howl and pressed his palms against the wooden walls, digging his fingers into the old wood Yes! Fuck me hard! Make me sore! Moaned loudly

Andy: Regained his strength from before, and pounded Congo with all his power, biting into Congo's shoulder as he feels his dick buzz and tickle

Congo: Roared out loudly, pressing his ass tight against Andy, grinding it in circles as to suck Andy deeper inside I fucking love your perfect dick! moaned out loud make me cum!

Andy: Grabbed on to Congo's dick with both hands, milking it as if there were no tomorrow, licking running sweat of Congo's shoulders and back, sighing steaming air out on Congo's skin I fucking love your dick too! It was made for me! Tell me!

Congo: Gasped out the words It was made for you moaned long and loud

Andy: Sighed satisfied as he heard the words, arcing his back and thrust himself against Congo, feeling his own legs starting to shake Cum with me..

Congo: Nodded and moaned as he leaned his forehead against the wall, biting his lips hard as his body twitched I'm ready…

Andy: Moaned 3 small moans then roars loudly as he delivers one last big thrust, leaning his forehead against Congo's back as he cums hard inside Congo

Congo: As he feels Andy's final thrust, he lets out a long whimpering moan, watching his own cum drip down on the bed sheets, twitching in his whole body, making his legs feel weak as if they were to cave in any second

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Andy: Breathed heavily against Congo's back, planting a few messy kisses on his wet skin

Congo: He sighed out a lot of air, digging his fingers further into the wooden wall, as a desperate attempt of staying on his knees, but they caved in, and he sunk down into the bed, leaving him chuckling warmly, half laying, half sitting

Andy: He chuckles hoarse Are you okay big guy? chuckled a bit uncertain

Congo: Chuckled hoarse and nodded softly I'm perfect… you were perfect… I can't remember when I last felt this satisfied he chuckled warmly

Andy: Chuckles shyly and blushed lightly thank you… you were perfect too… even if you forced me to put a permanent scar on you… he looked a bit concerned at Congo and tilted his head are you alright?

Congo: Nods softly and smiles relaxed yes, I'm good, I'm good… thirsty though…

Andy: Smiled caring I'll get us some water, just stay there. He crawled to the other side of the bed where the bag was, grabbing a bottle of water, handing it to Congo after opening it Here you go my love..

Congo: Smiled bright I like when you call me that. *He drank about half of the bottle, then handed it back to Andy who quickly finished the other half, dumping the empty bottle on the floor. *He grabbed Andy's waist and pulled him closer, at the same time sliding a bit further down in the bed, so he's able to lay down, spooning Andy, softly stroking his hair, and planting few feather kisses on the back of Andy's neck* You are perfect…. absolutely perfect… thank you for the scar… now I always have a bit of you with me… sorry I had to ask you of that, but I needed it…

Andy: Sighed softly It's alright, just don't ask me to do it again. If it gets figured out, I'll be in some serious trouble, and here I don't only mean A… I'll have to answer to a lot of people here, and taking my powers away would be the mild part of the punishment. I am under no circumstance allowed to use them against a mortal… not even if they ask for it. He grabbed Congo's free hand and placed it on his chest, caressing the back of it softly But how can I say no, to the guy who never asked me anything, not even for my love… always just waiting around patiently… He lifted Congo's hand towards his mouth and plants a soft kiss on it before returning it to his chest Would you mind if we just lay like this for a little while? I know dawn can't be far away, but I just can't get myself to leave yet…

Congo: Nodded softly and planted a gentle loving kiss on Andy's shoulder Of course sweetheart… I don't want you to leave anyway… let's just relax here and gain a bit of energy before we get dressed… I love laying so close to you, feeling your heartbeat, hearing your sweet voice…

Andy: Turned slightly Oh yeah… heartbeat! He smiled bright and planted a palm on Congo's chest, smiling happily as he closed his eyes There we have you… He moaned softly It's perfect… He opened his eyes again, softly kissing Congo's lips, then turned around again, pressing himself tighter against Congo, so in that way his back lies against Congo's chest, smiling as he now can feel Congo's heartbeat against his back I love your heartbeat, and your warmth… this is heaven.

Congo: Moaned softly I know… I'm right here with you… I'm right here with you my angel.

[mytheoristavenue]

OP Usopp x Tailor!Reader - In stitches

Summary: You are the Straw Hat's newest member, their official tailor, and as your first order Luffy instructs you to make everyone new outfits for a event he plans to make an appearance at. This is all fine, until it's time for you to take Usopp's measurements.

Warnings: Fluff, suggestive situations

You sighed happily standing in the middle of your brand new workshop. You felt it was incredibly kind of Franky to build you a space to yourself, wanting nothing in return than for you to mend a few of his Hawaiian shirts. Today was your first official day of work, having only joined the crew less than a week ago. As for your first project, your captain asked you to fashion every member a new outfit to attend an upcoming festival, hosted by an island that the ship will be docking at very soon. You were so excited to get to work as you dragged your gaze along all of the bolts of different colors and textures, before darting over to your desk, instantly sparking ideas and needing to sketch them.

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"Thank you for being so patient," you complimented to the ravenette who stood on your modelling pedestal. "I'm still a little nervous to be here."

"It's my pleasure," Robin reassured. "If anything, I should be thanking you, the designs you've come up with are stunning." your cheeks flushed a bit as you took a step back to view the fabric you'd pinned to her, the skirt taking shape with a beautiful royal purple sheen.

"Thank you, ma'am." you beamed, unpinning the fabric, and jotting down the dimensions of her waist. "It's really nice to hear you say that! Everyone here has such a unique sense of fashion, I hope I can do them justice."

"Please, call me Robin," she corrected with a giggle, suppressed by her hand. "And just from looking at these, I can promise you will. You're a very talented young woman." she praised, flipping through the sketch book you'd made all your plans in. "Honestly, I just hope this dress looks as pretty on me as it does in this picture. Hopefully I can do it justice too."

You giggled at her comments, silently wondering if they were all true, or possibly just wishful thinking. "Alright, I think I've got all the measurements I need for the moment. I'll call you back in if I need any more." you excused, checking the wall clock and acknowledging that you still had nine more Straw Hats to measure, all in one day.

"I look forward to it, thank you, (Y/N)." she smiled, waving her hand as she stepped down from the pedestal and went for the door. "I'll send Sanji in."

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You wiped your brow, taking a small break, and sitting at your desk to go over your notes. "Let's see," you thought aloud. "I've already done Robin, Sanji, Nami, Zoro, and Brook." you read their names back to yourself, sifting through their individual files, consisting of measurements, and designs, as well as any notes they had on them. "Now I've got Usopp, Luffy, Chopper, Franky, and Jinbe left." you sighed, already very tired, and only half way done with the easy part.

Just then, you heard a very soft knock on your door, and watched it creak open, revealing the long nosed man you'd come to know as Usopp. "Oh, hello, come in!" you chirped, urging him to enter fully and shut the door behind him. "Give me just one moment!"

Usopp did as you asked, taking in his surroundings and watching you bustle around the shop, picking items up and putting them in different places, straightening up papers on the desk, and finally, gathering a new set of things he didn't recognize, and setting them close to a pedestal in the middle of the room. "Come, stand right here." you smiled warmed, patting the round platform.

You frowned, taking in his appearance, perhaps you should have warned the crew members what they should wear before measuring. Currently, the man before you wore overalls and a thick long sleeved shirt, both of which wouldn't be right for accurate measurements.

"Something wrong?" he asked, cocking a brow as he watching you curiously while you swiveled around on a rolling stool.

"Yes, actually." you confirmed. "I'm sorry, I should have informed you on what to wear, but I can't measure over your clothes."

"Y-You want me to take 'em off?" he asked, a bit embarrassed and unsure.

You blushed a bit at the prospect of what he was most likely imagining. "You don't have to, if you want to come back later, you can go change, and I can measure someone else in the meantime!" you offered with a nervous smile, but he declined.

"Nah, I'll just take 'em off. Its just for a minute, right?" he reasoned, already unhooking the straps of his overalls and tossing them over his shoulder. You couldn't help but fluster. You'd noticed that he'd been seemingly very comfortable with an exposed chest, but he wasn't going to completely strip, right?

When you refocused, you the glow in your cheeks brightened. Usopp was now shirtless, with the front of his overalls hanging down at his waist, a hint of jet curls spilling over his waistline. You had to admit, he was much more toned that you would have thought. "This okay?" he asked, bashfully glancing away. You nodded as a response.

Standing, you pulled your tape measurer from your apron pocket and began comparing it to his body, doing your very best not to stare. Occasionally, you would bend over and jot down a few numbers into a notepad that was beside you. The sniper couldn't help but feel a bit shy as your cold fingers grazed his skin. You were so focused, and the way your brows furrowed when you concentrated had him weak at the knees.

Eventually you finished, taking a step back to review the notes you'd installed beside his design. "Alright, are you comfortable with removing your pants if I turn around?" you asked suddenly. Usopp felt his face burn with embarrassment at the query.

"I thought it was just my shirt you needed off?" he asked timidly, laughing nervously and rubbing the back of his exposed neck.

"I want your pants to fit as well as possible. I won't get a good measurement around your overalls, they're too thick." you explained, thinking of the way the material for you planned to use might be uncomfortable if it were too loose. "Or, if you'd like to change into some shorts-" You began to bustle around the shop again, gathering the scraps the you complied to see how his colors contrasted. You cut off as you lifted a bolt of green pleather by the sound of fabric shifting, accompanied by the twinkling of metal fasteners colliding.

Turning back to him, your face caught fire, and you instantly dropped the bolt, covering your eyes with your palms, peaking though the cracks in your fingers. "I-I'm sorry, I was going to let you step out and change." you clarified.

Usopp stood on your pedestal, stripped down to stiped blue and white boxers, his discarded clothing draped over his arm as he stared at you blankly. "It's fine," he shrugged. "You're on a time crunch, right? As long as your not taking pictures or anything, I don't mind." You were astonished by his serenity with being nearly naked in front of someone he'd only known a week. You nodded quickly, simply wanting the moment to end, the humiliation far too much for you.

Sitting on your stool again, you rolled up to him, comparing your tape measure to his legs, silently admiring their definition. Finally, it was time for the inseam, no big deal right? Shakily, you lifted your hand to his groin, straightening the tape to his ankle. You felt him jolt under your touch, hunching slightly to put distance between himself and you hand. "W-Whoa, what are you doing?" he stammered, his cheeks dusting a rosy hue.

"Taking your inseam?" you replied, trying to remain as calm as possible. "It's the seam the runs along the inner side of your pants leg."

"Oh," he realized, reluctantly moving back into position. "A-and that's close to my...?"

"The inseam runs from the crotch to the ankle." you reassured. "Don't worry, Usopp, I'm not trying to put the moves on you." you giggled, feeling him relax a bit under your fingers.

"R-Right, heh." he laughed a bit with you. "Sorry."

"It's okay, it is a little awkward, isn't it?" he nodded with a nervous grin. "Now just be as still as you can, and we'll get this over with, hmm?" With little more said, Usopp straightened himself and allowed you to finish his measurements. "Now, we get to do the fun part." you chirped, rolling over to your desk and grabbing your sketchpad, flipping to his file.

"So, this was what I had in mind, just from pulling examples from your preexisting wardrobe." you began, running through the outfit with him and giving him all the reasons for your choices. "Luffy wants us all to have a sense of uniformity, with a hint of this colorful mafia type of vibe."

Usopp gazed intently at the sketch of himself, noting all the most prevalent features and hues. The idea consisted of a stylish Italian suit, comprised of a snow white sports jacket, an orange silk dress shirt that was left unbuttoned at the top to expose the collarbones, and most worrisome of all, lime green leather pants. "Green pants?" he asked, taking notice of the bolt of material you'd gathered earlier. "I'm not sure green looks too good on me."

Your shoulders slumped a bit. That was your favorite part of his design, but if he disliked it, you'd be happy to change it. "I disagree," you smiled, taking a scrap of the pleather and holding it against his forearm. "It chartreuse, by the way. And I think it contrasts beautifully with your skin tone."

"You think so?" Usopp blushed, never having really considered that aspect when picking his own clothes before.

"That and this aerospace silk is going to really pull the white and the green together." you continued, pulling a bolt or rusty orange form the wall. "Then I was thinking some white wing tipped shoes with the ankle exposed, and some gold chains instead of a tie." He sat for a moment and listened to you ramble, his heart melting a bit at the amount of care you'd put into making him look good. He never really had an eye for fashion, he just threw things together that he liked by themselves.

"Of course," your voice snapped him out of his stupor and his gaze once again continued to follow you around the shop. "It's your decision, if you want anything different, I'll be happy to oblige!"

"No, I like it." he confessed with a small smile. "You really put a lot of thought into it, didn't you?"

You nodded bashfully. "I wanted to makes sure I did well on my first assignment. I hope I can prove my worth to everyone." You lifted the sketchpad from his hands, hugging it closely. "Besides, what kind of tailor would I be if I let my crew go out in designs I didn't even like myself?"

"You don't need to be so nervous," he comforted, placing a hand on your shoulder. "You're doing great, and if Luffy wasn't sure you'd be worth bringing on, he would've left you in your village." An air of serenity fell between you both as you smiled bashfully at the floor. "Besides, I think you're doing great."

"Do you really mean that?" you asked with glowing cheeks.

"Yeah," he laughed. "I think everyone does. I was talking to Robin earlier and she was bragging on you pretty hard."

You beamed up at his with glossy eyes, fists held to your chest in excitement. "Really? What did she say?"

Usopp snickered, squeezing your shoulder comfortingly. "She said she'd never seen such a pretty dress." You sat for a moment and stewed in the crew's praise, nearly trembling with overwhelming joy.

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About a week later, you sat at your desk, humming softly, your socked foot bouncing happily on the pedal of your new, state of the art sewing machine. Gently, you pushed a slice of very stretchy pink cotton though, attaching it to an identical piece. You smiled brightly at it, envisioning the embroidery you would soon adorn it with, and how adorable it'll look on Chopper's shirt.

"Morning, Bobbin," a masculine voice called, letting himself into your shop unannounced. You rolled your eyes at the stupid nickname.

"Good morning, Usopp." you giggled as he strode over to you, setting a cup of tea down at the corner of your desk, far from spilling rang. "And I still don't think you know that that means."

He laughed you comment off, looking over your shoulder with a smile. "What're you working on?"

"Chopper's outfit." you answered with a grin. "I've got the vest and bow tie done, now I just have to finish the shirt and his slacks."

"Looks good," he complimented, sipping from his own cup. "By the way, what did you need me for?" he asked, referring to your request for him to visit you, last night.

"I need you to try on your outfit so I can make sure it fits properly." you replied, adjusting the settings on your machine. "It's in bag number three on the rack."

Usopp strolled over to it, immediately shedding his casual clothes. He'd gotten used to the feeling of being less than decent around you from all the alterations and measurements he'd had down as of late. He couldn't help but marvel at your craftsmanship as he carefully slipped the silk shirt over his shoulders, before buttoning it down.

Once he was finished, he turned to you, your back still away from him, to ask your opinion. "Should I tuck the shirt, or no?" You glance at him over your shoulder, face heated when you laid eyes on him. You beckoned him over to the modelling pedestal, to which he stepped up. You hummed in thought, taking him in, eyes studying him and noting details.

"How about a half tuck," you suggested, tucking the left side of the shirt loosely into the chartreuse pleather, before smoothing it out. Usopp couldn't help but feel timid at the sensation of you unbuckling his belt and slipping your fingers into the front of his pants, even if it were for a totally legitimate reason. You fastened his belt again, adjusting small things as you saw fit, separating and layering the twinkling gold chains that rested on his chest, and fixing the way his collar rested on it's bone. "I think that looks prefect! What do you think?" You asked, stepping out of the way so he could view himself in the full body mirror that rested against the wall.

Usopp was breathless to say the least. It looked like you'd plucked him right off the page of your sketch pad and magically willed the design into existence. "Oh, one more thing!" you giggled, turning back to your desk, before skipping back over to him, sliding a pair of yellow shades onto his head, acting as a headband for the moment.

"It's perfect," he breathed, still unsure of who else to describe it. "You really did think of everything. I don't think I've every looks so good."

You beamed at his praise, overjoyed tears welling up at his appreciation. "I don't think that's true." you cooed warmly.

"Huh?" your comment took him by surprise and he cocked his head to the side, puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"Before I came up with all the designs, I took a few days to study the way everyone typically dressed, and took inspiration from that." You explained with a bashful titter. "I think out of everyone's, your style stood out to me the most."

"Why's that?" he asked, blinking, confused.

"You have a habit wearing what you want without restraint. You don't seem to care about clashing colors or patterns. The laws of fashion don't apply to you."

Usopp pouted, crossing his arms. "Are you making fun of me?"

You stifled a laugh and shook your head. "I'm saying I admire you." He visibly stiffened form your compliment, before relaxing with a soft expression. "Those are the types of clothes I like making, ones that don't follow any certain rhyme or reason. Unique ones that just look good for the sake of looking good." You glanced up at him suddenly, starling him a bit, waiting for his reply.

Unfortunately, he was drawing a blank. "Well, I'm glad I could, uh be an inspiration to you?" he tried, not entirely knowing how to respond. "And for what it's worth, your designs are so much cooler than anything I could ever come up with. They reflect your personality a lot."

"How so?"

"Because they may be a little bit out there, but I really like them a lot." he grinned, preparing to laugh at his own joke. Blood rushed at your face as your smile fell into shy surprise. Did Usopp just say he liked you?

"Y-You like me? But why?"

"Because you leave me in stitches."

[riku-writings]

ADMIRATION

Pairing: Mitsuya Takashi x Fem! Reader

Summary: Reader likes to fantasize about The Home Economics Club Leader's Hands.

Warnings: Smut with a smol plot, Fingering.

A/n: I am not really sorry about this ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡,,, inspired by that one megumi oneshot in wattpad that i read ages ago. . .((edited hundred times since i just realized now that some of the smut parts were messed up even though i checked it multiple times,,, I'm sorry for the confusion i hope i got the order right ಠ,_｣ಠ)

Wc; 2k

It started with just an innocent admiration of him being a charming dude, that's all. The guy's a good student, an overall husband material with his sewing and cooking skills. He was heaven sent with his overall visual ( dyed hair, piercings and his eyebrow slits). Everyone knows he's a delinquent because of that Pehyan dude who would fight with Yasuda-San just to excuse mitsuya out of the club. Despite his delinquent bg, Mitsuya was respectful and patient. Making every girl and boy swoon over him.

A bad boy with a soft hubby side. Best of both worlds they would say.

You were part of it. The Home Economics Club, they were lying if the whole club wasn't a simping club for the one and only Mitsuya Takashi. It was only yasuda and you who took the club for extra credits. The others well, you could say they were there to see him. Eitherway everyone was cooperative and hardworking.

Not only were you with him in that club. You were his classmate. Even better, his seatmate. You always get a view of his charming side profile.

You find yourself just staring at his features, from his long lashes to his pointed nose, down to his lips. Sometimes his tongue would dart out, out of pure concentration. (You noticed this whenever you try and get his attention to check your work in the club)

Your eyes always latching itself down to his hands. Not that you're a complete freak but you appreciate it. Like if someone asked you what body part attract you the most. You would definitely answer, hands.

His hands were the prettiest especially when its enclosed with those rings that has a cross engrave on it. It was veiny, fingers elongated and a bit bony. Nails cleanly cut. His wrist always had a silver bracelet on it. You don't know why was that attractive.

You had an unpopular opinion that it was soft to touch. You wonder if your thoughts were true. You can feel yourself blush at the thought of him just holding your hand.

You can't help it but you just stare at them with pure admiration. Due to this, you noticed how he liked twirling a pen around his middle and index finger. Fascinated, you tried it once, though you failed. You not knowing he was looking at your failed attempts. Grinning.

"y/n are you listening?" A voice called pulling you out of your own embarassing thoughts. You look up at the owner of the hands you've been staring at for a while now.

"U-uhm yes?"

"Tell me how did you end up with this then?" Mitsuya raises his brow, your messed up fabric lifted up by him. The girls around you giggled at your clumsy behaviour. You retrieved it. "Ehm, I'm sorry leader can you explain it again?"

"Alright, listen this time dummy" He says with a teasing grin, ruffling your hair gently. He sat next to you. Using the seam ripper to remove your mistakes. You just stared at his fingers pointing at where you should redo it.

You wondered how he would shove it in your mo—

You mentally slapped yourself. As you crossed your legs together at the sudden image that came over your mind. "You okay? y/n?" Mitsuya stared at you noticing how you pressed your thighs together. "Hmhm" You responded.

"Leader! can you check this?" Another called out for mitsuya. He stood up and pats your shoulder.

"alright, I'll leave it to you then" He smiled.

The next days you tried to scold your mind for having intrusive thoughts of Mitsuya and his hands. Unfortunately, your mind developed a sudden kink with it. Making every imaginary situation more. . . . lewd.

"Hey Y/n! Hold up your hand" Your classmate suddenly called you lifting his hand towards yours. You knew exactly what he was trying to do, since he's been busy tryna do that with the other girls this morning. "Eh? I don't want to." You replied.

"Bet if mitsuya did it, y/n would do it!" Another classmate of yours shouted from the back. You raised your middle finger, continuing on cramming your homework.

"Leader~ Can you do that for us~" The boys teasingly called mitsuya. Who was back from his lunch raising an eyebrow at them. Hands pocketed "Do what?"

"We're just comparing hand sizes" They shrugged lifting up their hands. "Y/n won't let us~~"

"Eh? Stop bothering y/n." Mitsuya say in his deep voice his feet landing a hit on their butts, before proceeding to you. The men in the back groaned.

Bending to meet your gaze. He grinned "Now you owe me, work on your missed templates with me later" The lilac haired boy reminded. You just rolled your eyes on him mocking a tongue out. He chuckled. "And I thought you just saved me, leader."

You stayed with him in the club room. Doing your templates beside him. Him just handstitching a bunny like doll. The room slowly darkening as the sun sets. He turned on a lamp beside his table. Slowly the other girls started to leave the club room, waving their goodbye's to Mitsuya.

"Hmmmm you've been spacing out lately, are you okay?" He coughed softly referring to your messed up works recently. Eyes going to you.

"Me? spacing out?" You acted dumb, you scoffed in a fake manner. Brushing your hair with your fingers to shake off your stiffening state.

Not meeting any of his gaze, you just continued to sketch.

Did he figure it out? Did he catch me staring at his hands? Nah I need to stop overthinking.

"Alright then." Silence invaded the whole club room again. Your eyes roamed around realizing the rest of the girls left already leaving you two alone.

"Hold your hand up." Mitsuya suddenly commanded. Eyes going to him, you raised your brow. "I wanna know— our hand difference." He explained raising his hand infront of you. Placing his doll down the table.

"You know the boys in our class are just a bunch of perverts right?" Speaking like a fucking hypocrite, your actions didn't match up with your words. Almost instinctively, you faced him holding them up. He pressed his against yours.

Your insides melt at this gesture. Your theory confirmed that he has actually, soft hands.

"You have cute small hands" His lips curled up, slowly his fingers intertwined with yours, locking it with his. "Well yours rough" You lied, cheeks burning as you looked at your connected hands. "Is that so?"

Abruptly, mitsuya pulled you close to him. Making your other hand rest on top of his shoulder. His face centimeters away yours. Lips almost brushing.

"So is this what they're trying to do with you?" He asks in a low voice his eyes piercing through you. Craning his neck, curious.

"Yeah. . . " You broke eye contact. "Good thing I stopped them." He chuckled, eyes closing. He leaned back. Patting your head.

Funnily, that interaction with him didn't stop your thoughts. Actually it made your whole dirty secret worse. Just seeing him tapping his fingers on his lips as his chin rested on his palm. Made your mind run thoughts about the things his hands would do to you.

You leaned back looking around the morning peace in the clubroom. You were always the first one to go here. Since it's more quiet that way.

You closed your eyes craning your neck side to side. Loosening up a bit.

What would his fingers feel wrapped around your neck— no. no.

You shifted on your seat, pressing your thighs together. Mentally slapping yourself.

Changing your attention, your sight caught your pen. Picking it up you tried to do that cool trick again. Trying to twirl it around in between your middle and index finger.

"Ohhh you're trying to do it again?" Mitsuya popped out of nowhere. You jolted a bit, making him laugh. You clearly didn't see him coming in.

He hovered behind you, his chest pressed on your back as he rested his hand on your desk right beside yours. He leaned in observing your half-done project. "Again?" You asked head turning towards his face.

"Well I saw you trying to do this"

He pulled his other hand up grabbing your pen, his fingers did it in ease. "no need to brag leader-san" You tell him grabbing your pen back. "Looks like you're gonna stay with me again later" Mitsuya mentioned pointing at your work.

After classes you proceeded to your clubroom already, knowing you're gonna take so long with your project. Though you were greeted by yasuda leaving you with her tasks because apparently she also had friday plans like the others. The others always had friday plans that it would leave you, yasuda and mitsuya with the work.

"It's okay yasuda-san! I promise to clean up and remind leader to lock the door!" You assured her, she then finally nodded. "Fine fine— Also don't let that slimy delinquent distract leader" She added, you nodded giving her a big thumbs up, she then waved her hands leaving you all alone with the mess of excess papers and fabric from this morning.

You tied your hair as you clean up the place before doing your own project. You actually sat on the front desk as you look around feeling satisfied. Finally continuing your hand stitch. (You gave up after breaking 3 needles into half with your machine.)

You stay seated on the front desk, comfortably doing your own project. Humming a few songs here in there. The door then slid open.

"I'm guessing yasuda san has plans?" Mitsuya came in seeing you on his desk. "yup" You nodded eyes focused on your stitch. Sudden fingers gripped your knees.

"You should stop manspreading in that skirt" He scolded you pushing your knees together. You shivered at his touch against your skin. Due to this sudden awareness of his hand still gripping your lower thighs— you accidentally pricked your finger on a needle.

"Ouch." You hissed as you saw your finger starts to ooze out blood. "You're so clumsy" Mitsuya clicked his tongue removing the cloth on your hands bringing it down to the side. He grabbed your hand and started sucking on your finger.

"U-uhm" You widened your eyes as you saw the sight of mitsuya sucking your index finger. You blushed profusely at this. "Eh? I- I — you didn't have to do that" He finally let go of your finger.

"I don't have bandages on me—plus that always does the trick" He says wiping it. You just nodded looking around. "Tsk what is it that got you distracted again hm?" He questions furrowing his brows he leaned closer to you. He layed his hands on the table, locking you in.

"Ugh you really want me to say it huh?" You groaned. He craned his neck to the side. Waiting for you to continue. "Okay— I may have a small admiration towards your hands. . ."

"Admiration?"

"Well it was honestly innocent at first until it got all dirty and as much as I wanted to get it out of my head you suddenly do things to me"

"And what was my hands doing?"

"Mitsuya . . "

"No dove tell me" He said as the choice of endearment shoot straight to your core. Making you shift on your seat.

"hm shoving it in my mou—"

Mitsuya shoved his middle and index finger inside your mouth. Your cheeks burn at the sudden action. His other hand held your waist, holding you closer. "You like this?" He asked with hooded eyes. Your tongue twirled around his finger, he slowly discarded them letting out a popping sound as it came out of your lips. Feeling your chest warmed up down to your lower belly.

"Is this why you're so distracted lately? because you're too busy thinking about my hands?" He then held your chin with his fingers as he hummed. Lips inching closer to yours. You just nodded feeling feverish. "Do you want me to kiss you?"

Once again you nodded. You can feel the growing lust underneath your skirt. Pressing your thighs together to relief the heat. Mitsuya following the movement. His eyes went back to pierce through yours.

"Say please" He smugly commanded. You pouted.

He taps your lips. Wetting it with your own spit.

"Please kiss me."

Mitsuya leaned in to claim your lips, you lightly gasped as his lips finally touch yours. Closing your eyes, you melt into his kiss. He smirked at his before his hand on your waist went up to your hair tie, pulling it to let your hair flow against your shoulders.

He then licked your lips, instinctively you opened your mouth allowing him to enter his warm wet muscle inside. You whimpered at this, feeling your feverish state get warmer. Spreading all over your body. He caressed your cheek as he kissed you deeper. His other hand caressing your side, slightly brushing up against your chest. You hummed against his lips.

Biting onto your bottom lip he licked it. Before leaning back, placing a soft kiss on yours before taking in your whole panting visual.

"Do you want me to touch you, dove?" He questions, his thumb now pressing onto your bottom lip. His left hand went down on your thighs, softly pinching them.

"Please touch me, takashi"

With that his fingers indulged inside the band of your damp underwear. "Hm you're so wet, princess" He hummed letting his finger brushed up against your folds. You squirmed under his touch, your pussy clenching around nothing.

"Is this what you're thinking about in class?" He whispered next to your ear, placing a hot kiss on your cheek. You nodded, biting onto your red lips. As his middle finger continued to slide so easily with your wet slick. Up and down teasing both of your sensitive clit and your pleading hole.

You then felt the pad of his fingers teasing circles on your entrance, you looked at him with glossed eyes. He licked his lips seeing you practically begging for it.

His other hand held the back of your knees spreading your legs to gain more access. You leaned back supporting your weight with your hands.

Letting your skirt ride up, He bit his lips as he saw your ruined flimsy panties with his hand in it. You just looked at him with a pout wanting his fingers to penetrate your hole. "Please" You plead him trying to grind into his hand. Without caution he plunged his two fingers in your heat.

You bit back a moan. "Don't hold back now, dove." He said with a smug as he felt your hole clench around his fingers. "I-I can't takashi" You say feeling little under him. He chuckled at your pouting lips before placing a kiss on them. "Acting shy now huh"

Mitsuya curled his fingers inside making you squirm. "Don't move." He warned before pounding his hand into your writhing pussy. His long fingers hitting your soft spot almost immediately. You moaned letting your forehead clash itself against his. "You're taking my fingers so well baby. So noisy" He said referring to the slick slapping sounds of your wet pussy. You blushed at this ashamed on how you were making a mess on his hands.

"Aa you're so lewd— bet you've touched yourself multiple times thinking about this" He said adding another finger in your hole easily. You sobbed at the sudden feeling of fullnes inside "Hmm too much"

"Too much? you're a good girl you can take it" He says kissing your cheek once agaib. He thrusted his three fingers into your hole curling it up to feel your spongey walls clenching into him tighter.

"Mmn t-takashi—k-kiss" You mumbled feeling yourself itching up to your own orgasm.

"You want a kiss baby hm?" He hummed as his thrusts got harder and faster. Knuckles deep, the tip of his fingers hitting your sensitive spot. You purred nodding, He kissed your lips deeply making your moans muffled. You felt hot inside you as you panted trying to comprehend everything that he was doing to you. With that you felt your orgasm continue to build up. Your head leaned back breaking off his kiss, grinding back into his hand. Mitsuya felt yourself tighten continuing to hit on your sweet spot. Your own wetness beginning to drip down.

His thumb finally taking notice of your abandoned nub. He played with it. You squirmed as you feel it burn against his thumb.

"'m close" You squeak biting onto your lips. "Go on baby cum on my fingers" He said littering kisses on your neck, hands pounding into you harshly. With those words and his thumb rubbing your sensitive clit. Your thighs started to fidget. You closing your eyes shut as you panted.

You came onto his fingers. You let out a whiny moan as His fingers slowly ride out your high.

"Good girl" He said pulling his fingers out your panties. Your eyes opened seeing him cleaning his fingers clean with his tongue. He smirked as you lolled your tongue out. He placed his fingers on your tongue, letting you lick and suck them clean.

"You look so pretty like that, dove" He say as you finished pulling his fingers out popping out of your lips. He held your waist with his arms, moving you closer again. Leaning in to kiss you softly this time on your forehead. "How was that?"

"Better than what I imagined actually"

"C'mon it looks like we have friday plans too" Mitsuya said kissing your lips. Bringing you down the table. You smiled.

[loousir]

[Gorgon] Some Secrets Should be Said

Gorgon Male x Unaware/Oblivious Male Reader

Eros

Warnings: Tiniest ammout of homophobia/racisim, smoochin in a supply closet, YOU MAY BE IN HIGHSCHOOL BUT YOU ARE 18

Masterlist

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It was an early Monday morning. The usual early birds were arriving at school, you being one of them. Rumor was going around of a new student getting enrolled. There were only three high schools in this small town; One for monsters, one for humans, and one for both. You were enrolled in the one that shared with monsters. The overall relations in the school were good, other than the typical high school antics.

You had just been dropped off by your sibling and we're walking into the building. A few people smiled your way and you smiled back, heading to your first hour. The teacher was a Satyr and she was a bubbly as ever, happy to see you in the morning. "Good morning (Y/n), we have a new student coming today." Your ears perked up and you looked over to her.

"Ah, we do? So the rumor was true after all?" She laughed and said, "Yes! He's gonna make a bit of history here." You became confused at her statement as you walked over to your seat. "What do you mean by that?" You asked setting your bag on the table. "I might get in a bit of trouble for telling but..." She walked over, her hooves clacking on the floor as she did. She leaned in on the table, "He will be the first Gorgon to be enrolled into the school!"

She seemed overly excited about the new student but you smiled at her enthusiasm. "You seem awfully happy about that. Is he in our class?" You asked, sitting down in your chair. Her smiled seemed to get wider as she nodded. You paused for a moment and leaned back. "Does that mean he's gonna sit by me?" She nods again. "Yep! You are the only one without a table partner. I'm sure you'll be fine. He's a nice kid." She ruffeled your hair and you swatted her hands away. "Auntie, you know I'm taken right?" She isn't your biological aunt but she's very close with your mom so you call her it for fun.

She laughed and walked away saying, "He's a cute one." You sighed and rolled your eyes as you pulled out your phone. You opened Snapchat and sent a message to your boyfriend.

You took a cute selfie, looking down at the phone while your forehead rested on the table.

Aunties super excited about our new student.

Ngl, I kinda am too. She said he was a Gorgon and I think she's onto my facination with cute snakes xx

You sent the snap and put your phone face down on the table before resting your face on your bag. A minute or so passed before you got a message back.

It was a black screen but he usually sent one. Admittedly, you have never seen him but you respected that since you fell in love with his personality, which was charming as ever.

Don't go cheating on me now ;)

I might just have to show you I'm cuter xx

You smiled and took another selfie.

So that means I get to see you then??? Game on babe xx

You smiled as you sent it. Yeah, it was cheesy flirting but it made you happy none the less. A few seconds later he messaged back with another black screen.

Hmm, I just might lol

You sent that you love him too and put your phone in your pocket. Smiling slightly as you looked up to see that some other students were starting to show up. Soon enough, the first bell for class to start rings and students filter in, taking their seats. Five minutes later, you still haven't seen a certain Gorgon as the final bell rings, saying anyone who wasn't there was late.

Gotta get to class, message you when I can

Love you xx

Mrs. Hucksburry stood at the front of the class, writing some last minute things on the board. "Alright class," Most of the students quiet down at her words. "As you may have heard, we have a new student today! I want you to treat him with respect as he is one of us," She said referring to her fellow monsters. "He is the first of his kind to be enrolled into our schools system." Right as she finished speaking, the door opened to show a rather handsome face and a the obvious 'hair' that came in the shape of several small, darkly colored snakes that seemed to form some sort of style.

He wore rather nice and stylish clothes, very 90's -esk. Mrs. Hucksburry smiled more and looked over to him. "Good morning Mr. Lamollot, glad to see you made your way here." He smiles a cute and almost shy smile, making a pair of girls in class giggle. You watched and tuned out what they were saying before seeing he was looking at you.

You waved to him as he walked over to your table. "I'm guessing you're (Y/n)?" You smiled and nodded, "That'd be me." You put your bag on the floor next to the table and he quietly sat down next to you. "I'm Eros by the way." He was quiet when he spoke as class had officially started. You pulled out a notebook with a pen/pencil and made a message page.

You have the same name as my boyfriend!

You tore the paper out and slid it over to him while he was getting his own notebook and pen. Notes were handwritten on the board since the projector broke and hadn't been replaced yet but no one seemed to mind. The paper was slid back over to you.

Really? What are the chances of that?

His hand writing was nice for a boy and you looked out of the corner of your eye to see him smiling. You smiled too and wrote back.

Who knows but I think it's cool

You slid the paper back and he took a minute to slide it back but you patiently waited since you would have done the same. He didn't write anything on it.

You seem pretty chill Eros, wanna hang out at lunch? Also can I see your schedule? • 3 •

The paper was passed back for the fifth time during class and all it said was his schedule along with a "Sure!" underneath. You told him that the two of you share the same schedule. WhAt A cOiNcIdEnCe.

You looked over to him to see him looking at the paper. He looked up to you and you smiled. Eros smiled back and took the paper to ask.

Do you have early release too?

You read it as he wrote and he looked up to you. You nodded and he wrote again.

Wanna go chill at the park?

You shrugged and nodded again when he looked up to you. He smiled and nodded as the two of you went back to working on class work. You hadn't noticed it before but, his snakes seemed to be interested in you, which you thought was cute.

--- Skip to Break ---

An hour and a half had passed and the two of you had talked a bit throughout the time. The bell for break just rang and you got up with Eros. The two of you walked out to the hallway. "Let me make a stop by my locker real quick then we can go to next hour and chill there for break." He nodded and leaned against the locker next to you when two girls walked up to him. They were the same pair from first hour.

"Hey Eros, wanna hang with us at lunch?" The "leader" asked, standing in front of him. "Yeah that'd be like, totally cool if you did." Her buddy said, standing next to him. "Oh, sorry, me and (Y/n) al-" She cut him off with a scoff. "Oh you mean halfie? That kids got an imaginary boyfriend. How about you just ditch him and come eat with us." Eros looked over to you to see you had tensed and slowed your movements.

The girls focus turned on you, making you bite your lip. "Do you think you could not ruin this guy? He's like, super hot and doesn't need to be tainted by you." You looked away and felt a vibration come from your phone. You took the chance and opened it to see a message from your boyfriend. She smirked, "Did your 'boyfriend' text you? What'd he say?" She asked in a taunting tone.

You ignored her and opened the message. It was a new picture of the "super hot" guy standing next to you looking down to his phone.

Wanna dip babe?

These bitches are annoying the fuck outta me lol

The three of you looked up to him surprised as you closed your locker. He awkwardly smiled and said, "Guess I had to ruin that surprise cause some bimbos wanna fuck a gay guy." He laughed and walked over to you, grabbing your hand. You were speechless.

How did I not connect the dots earlier? Am I really that dense?

"It's a shame too. I was considering being friends, until you insulted my boyfriend, that is." He locked your fingers and looked back at the two. "Go suck a dildo, whore." Eros flipped them off and walked off with you around the corner, looking for a private spot. "Anywhere there won't be eavesdroppers?" He asked quietly. You nodded and lead him to a back room.

You opened the door with the key you had and let you go in first. The room was pretty nice considering it was useless. You turned on the light at set your bag down, Eros doing the same. "Are you really my boyfriend?" You asked stepping closer to him. He blushed and nodded, "I... I think so... I kind of ruined the supr-mm!" His eyes widened as you connected your lips to his. You pulled away and were about to speak when he connected them again, pressing his body into yours slightly.

He pulled away and you smiled, a blush was covering your face. "I've wanted to do that for so long." You said looking up to him slightly. "Me too." He said, hugging you close. "Why did you lie to me about being human?" You asked, resting your face on his chest. "I was... Scared of how you'd react if I told you the truth." You pulled away and looked up to him. "Are you kidding? Look what I was missing out on!" You said, making gestures to him.

Eros smiled and laughed. "I have a question for you though," You tilted your head slightly. "Why did they call you halfie?" You looked away and brushed back the hair around your ears. The tips of them were pointed much like an elf's but not as long. "My dads an elf. They like to use it as an insult since they're full and I'm not..."

Eros smiled again and nuzzled his nose to the crook of your neck. His snakes were gently booping their noses against your cheek as if giving you small kisses. You giggled at the sensation and he hummed to ask what was so funny. "Your snakes are cute." You said gently intertwining your fingers with them. He gently kissed your neck and rubbed your sides. "Well, they love you just as much as I love you." He said closing his eyes and hugging you.

You smiled and removed your hand to cup his cheek and make him look at you. His golden eyes were half lidded as he did. "Well," You said almost mocking him in away. "I love you and your snakes too." His eyes closed as he leaned in and yours did the same, both of your lips connecting again.

Eros pressed himself into you as both of you kissed. You pulled away first for air and he kissed your cheek and jaw lightly. You checked your phone when he pulled away he asked. "I'm curious how you got a key to a janitors closet." You leaned up to him and kissed his cheek. "My biological uncles the principal and he gave me the room to chill if I need to. It's usually where I would hang out for lunch but I dont really need to anymore since early release and all."

He "ooh'd" and nodded. "Makes sense. Wish I had a place like this at my old school." He looked back at you and his eyes went to your hair while you were checking something on your phone. Eros almost hesitantly brushed his fingers through your (h/c) hair. You jumped slightly at the sudden touch but enjoyed it none the less. "We have 4 minutes by the way." You said closing your eyes and leaning into his hand.

"Your hair is really nice. It's so soft." He smiled when you did and he gently kissed your nose while removing his hand from your hair. You tried your best to make it look like how it did before. "Sorry." He said gently with a small laugh. "Don't be, let's head to next hour so we can get this day done with and hang out." He nodded at your words and you grabbed his hand as the two of you grabbed your bags and quietly made it to the class you're meant to be in.

--- Skip to End of Day ---

The last two hours of school they had went by pretty quickly. The bell for lunch and early release seniors rang, making most people rush to leave or go to lunch. You and Eros lagged behind, waiting for the halls to clear a bit. He gently grabbed your hand as you finished putting your bag on. "Do you wanna go to the park or my house? I have a car so it doesn't matter too much on which you pick." He said with a small laugh.

You blushed and shrugged, "I would probably like your house since it's kinda cold out right now..." The two of you walked out of the class, hand in hand. The pair of girls from earlier watched with hatred/jealousy as the two of them walked out together. They were all going the same way so they got to see Eros walk you to his 1969 Blue Camaro.

Eros unlocked the car and opened the passenger door for you to get in to which you gladly accepted. You set your bag down by your feet and buckled as he set his bag in the back and got in. "I hope my dad isn't home." He said closing his door and starting the car. "Why do you say that?" You asked as he buckled his seat belt.

He sighed and leaned back on his seat. "He doesn't actually know we're... Y'know, dating. Or if he does he has no clue you're a guy..." You nodded and looked to him while he backed out from the parking lot. "We can still go to the park. I'll survive I'm sure." You said softly. "Plus I kinda wanna wear your jacket..." You mumbled the last part while looking away but he heard and smiled, acting as if he didn't hear.

"There's one close to my house we can go to. It's pretty cool if you wanna go there." Eros said while stopping at a light. "That sounds good." He smiled again and looked over to you before looking back at the light. Seeing it change to green, he stepped on the gas again and headed to the destination.

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The ride was comfortably quiet other than the occasional comment about something in the passing scenery. "Ok, we're here." Eros said, parking his car in the relatively empty parking lot. "I've never seen this place before. It's really pretty." You said as the two of you stepped out.

"Yeah. It's pretty quiet here. I usually hang out here after school. I have never been home "on time" since I got a car 3-ish years ago." You smiled and held his hand as he locked the car and put the keys away. "I'll take you to my favorite spot. There's all kinds of secret areas thanks to the trees." He said with a slight child like glee. You giggled like the school boy that you are as he dragged you along through a beautiful walkway that was shaded by the trees. "Gods it's so pretty here." You said under your breath.

You walked for what felt like forever before he shifted to stand behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist. He removed his hand to show one of the few non blank pictures he sent. "Oh wow." The winter sun was shining over the neighboring town, giving a good idea of just how small it was. "We have a cliff?" You asked suddenly, making Eros laugh and hug you close to his body.

Eros smiled as he took a turn off the path and up a small hill. He stopped and gently let go of your hand, covering your eyes. You reached up to remove his hand but he stopped you. "W-what are you doing Eros?" He giggled and started walking, making you grab onto him afraid of running into something. "Eros?!"

"Don't worry babe. I promise it's nothing bad. I know you'll like it."

"Kinda crazy right?" He said before resting his chin on your shoulder. You nodded as his snakes gently booped you're temple and cheek again, making you smile. You reached up and gently placed a hand on Eros' cheek, rubbing your thumb against his jawline. "Wanna sit down? I have two and a half hours before I have to be home." You nodded again and he pulled away, leading you over to a fairly large tree.

He took off his jacket and tossed it up onto a branch before jumping into the tree himself. You were surprised before he reached down to help you up. "C'mon, it'll give us some privacy just incase anyone comes over here." You somewhat hesitantly took his hand and he helped pull you up onto the thick tree branch. He leaned back against the trees core, letting his legs hang down and inviting you to do the same against him.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence again while he hugged you close, resting his head against your shoulder. "I love you. A lot." He mumbled softly into your ear. You smiled and held onto the top of his hand that was holding onto your stomach. "I love you a lot too." You mumbled back. "Oh and, do you wanna wear my jacket now? I noticed you were shivering ever since we started walking."

You blushed and looked down to the tree branch and ground below it. "I didn't think you heard me say that..." He giggled and leaned forward a bit, grabbing the jacket off the branch it was hooked on to. You moved forward and he helped you put the slightly bigger jacket on. You snuggled into the lingering warmth, taking in his soft cologne.

"Your jacket smells good babe." Eros chuckles and pulls you against his chest again. "Well, it's got my favorite cologne on it so if course it smells good." You smile and let your head fall back against his shoulder and he kissed your temple.

"So. Do you wanna explain yourself a bit?"

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Minimal spell/grammar checking, also set up for a part 2?

[cornfields-and-bad-dreams]

For writing ideas, what about fahc geoff first meeting jack when she helps him get out of a botched robbery and that’s how they form a team?

So I finally got around to finishing this. It's probably not my greatest work but it's something.

Rating: Teen and up.

Warnings: Mention of blood and Knives.

Word Count: 1,100.

Jack wasn't entirely sure how she ended up working as a maid, but she did. Cleaning up after rich people was unbearable, her feet and back would ache after the long days spent working. The rich clientele were insufferable, these people obviously had never had to do anything for themselves, they would leave the biggest messes imaginable. On top of it all, they were assholes through and through, plus they didn't even pay well. Despite it all, a job is a job, and when you're in a city like Los Santos living ain't cheap, so any money Jack could get was greatly needed.

Jack woke up to the sound of her phone buzzing on the nightstand, checking the time her clock read 4:00 A.M. Groaning she reached over to see who it was. The contact photo for one of the houses she worked at greeted her on the screen.

"What now?" Jack sighed, not only was it early but it was supposed to be her day off.

Answering the phone Jack listened as the Lady prattled on about how they had a big party last night and were supposed to be heading for the airport soon so someone needed to clean the house, and if Jack would oh so kindly do it they'd pay her double the normal amount. Putting on a happy voice Jack agreed and asked when they'd like her to come in.

At 7 o'clock Jack got out of bed and by 8 she was at the house. Entering Jack was met with an unsurprising mess, the place was trashed and of course, it was her job to clean it. Starting in Jack began picking up and throwing away all the trash, she hadn't been at it very long when the sound of movement upstairs caught her attention. She was sure the lady had said no one was going to be home. Despite her better judgment, Jack proceeded up the stairs to the second floor in search of the source of the noise. Jack's first clue that something was horribly wrong was the sight of blood leading from one of the bedrooms to a bathroom. The sound of water soon drifted out from behind the almost but not quite closed door. Now Jack is not one to frighten easily and living in Los Santos had left her a bit desensitized to certain things, this shouldn't have been one of them but somehow Jack retained a calm composure and proceeded towards the door. Pushing it open Jack was met with a sight she hadn't expected. Leaning over the sink was a heavily tattooed man holding a towel against some sort of wound on his upper right arm. The man's head shot up at the sound of the opening door, his eyes were wild yet sunken, and his face seemed pale, overall the man looked rough. The man dropped the towel as he backed up away from Jack. Fishing a knife out of his pocket he slid it open and pointed it at her.

"Stay back, I don't wanna hurt you."

Jack threw her hands up and took a step back.

"Alright, I'm not gonna try anything."

The two of them stood there a moment in silence, the man seemed shaky, Jack wasn't sure if it was nerves or blood loss but either way, Jack knew that the situation was tense.

"Can I ask what you're doing here?" Jack spoke softly.

"I could ask you the same, wasn't supposed to be anyone here."

"I'm a maid, I got a call asking for me to come in today, supposed to be my day off but they offered double my usual fee. Now, you?"

The man let a breath out through his nose, the man's shoulders sank a bit as he seemed to relax. He still held the knife, but he brought it down to his side.

"It was supposed to be a quick job, in and out in less than an hour, grab whatever we could and bolt. Unfortunately, my partners had other plans. They shot me and left me here. No honor among thieves they say." The man looked at the gunshot wound. "It's just a flesh wound, so I guess I'm lucky in that regard."

Jack had lowered her hands and was playing with the bottom of her shirt nervously. She thought carefully about her words.

"Maybe you should sit down, you're not looking too good."

The man looked back up at her.

"What do you care?"

The question was more confused than suspicious.

"Fair question, I'd just hate to see you faint or something."

The man laughed lightly and nodded his head. He made his way over to the tub and sat down on the edge, Jack stepped forward into the bathroom more to keep eye contact with him.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Jack, Jack Pattillo. You?"

The man waited a moment, thinking, before finally answering.

"Geoff Ramsey."

Jack nodded leaning against the sink.

"It's nice to meet you, unexpected, but nice."

Geoff laughed and finally put away the knife.

"Likewise. So, how's this gonna go? I take it you'll have to call the cops, and to be honest I'm not in shape to be making a run for it. You just want to talk until the cops get here?"

Jack gave a confused look and laughed.

"Who said anything about calling the cops? Honestly, I don't give a damn about you being here, the people who live here are fucking assholes and in my opinion, I'd find it very funny for them to get robbed."

"Really?" Geoff was surprised.

"Really. I don't see too much difference between you and me. We might have different ways of making money, but I'd bet we're in the same boat when it comes down to it."

"You are something special, you know that?" Geoff grinned.

"Thanks. Now, if you're still interested in getting something out of this, I know where they keep a bunch of expensive family heirlooms. He'll I'll drive ya where ever you wanna go too."

"You're serious?" Geoff was hesitant.

"Look, I'm not gonna turn ya in, and I'll probably get in trouble for that, so if I'm getting in trouble might as well go the whole mile."

Geoff stood up and threw his arm around Jack.

"Why don't you join me? I feel like I can trust ya, and I'm definitely in the market for a new partner. I got a feeling we could go far together."

Jack laughed and threw her arm around Geoff in return.

"Why not? I'm sick of being a maid."

[mrsseverussnape]

Hi! I'm sorry I just saw that request somewhere else and thought it was cute. Can I try again?

Can I suggest Alan x Reader and it's the first time they met each other at a Set or something and Alan really liked them but can't talk to them because they're both so busy so he tries to find out who they are and to get known to them? Then they go on a date and click immediately? :)

Fingers crossed! -💚

A/N: hello! Darling don’t be sorry🌸. It was on me, i just couldn’t think Alan like that. The fanfiction turned out little bit different than your request while i was writing it but i think it’s still cute so hopefully you’ll enjoy it💖

The timeline is early 90s.

Lucky Coincidence

You were on your way to your work in early hours, you liked to get out of your home early and walked to the museum where you worked. You have moved to Athens 2 years ago and from the very start you have fallen in love with the city. Especially the early mornings were your favourite, you loved to walk under the tangerine trees while the birds sang their sweet songs. But when you arrived in the museum, your dream-like moment immediately ended. 3 big trucks were parked in front of the museum door and they were blocking the road for the passengers but you showed your museum employee ID and rushed to the museum to see what’s going on. One of your co-workers saw you and your confused expression so she called out for you.

“Hey Y/N!”

You quickly walked up to her passing some people you don’t know. “Hi Eleni! What’s going on here?”

“They are going to shoot a movie here, for Hollywood! The museum made the arrangement last week when you were in your holidays.” Eleni explained excitedly but you weren’t very pleasant to hear this at all.

“So what are we going to do? Also they shouldn’t shoot a movie here, in a museum! They might damage the artifacts!”

“They will be here just for a week and they won’t use and flashes that cause a damage to the artifacts. And what you are going to do is you will give information about couple of sculptures to the actor, the boss wanted you to do this job.”

You sighed in annoyance, nobody has told you anything and now on the work day you found out that they are shooting a movie and you have to help them. “Thanks Eleni, I better see the boss. See you later!”

You made your way to the boss’ office and knocked on the door, you could hear some muffled voices coming from his room. Soon you heard him saying “come in”, when you entered the room you saw 3 more people beside your boss and one of them looked familiar, you have seen him in couple of movies; Alan Rickman.

“Good morning, miss Y/L/N. I was waiting for you. Have a seat please.”

You did as you’re told while greeting him back. He gave you a brief about what is going on and explained your job.

“Meet Mr. Rickman, you are going to help him about the sculptures.”

You were trying hard to hide your grin, maybe that movie thing wasn’t so bad overall. The actor smiled at you softly while holding his hand out for a handshake. You didn’t make him wait for long and shook his hand, you must admitted to yourself his hands were so soft and felt good on your skin.

“Since we met, when do you want to start studying about some sculptures, Mr. Rickman?”

“Now?”

“Alright! Then please follow me. Good day gentlemen.” You said rest of the men while leaving the room with Alan.

“So you are going to portray a history professor?” You started a small chat on your way to the first sculpture.

“Apparently.” Alan smiled softly, his hazel eyes were fixed on you. He wasn’t expecting to have such a beautiful young woman like you as his tutor.

“We need historians who looks like you, then maybe people will be more interested in it.” You blushed like crazy after realizing what you just said. Alan smirked at you with a raised eyebrow.

“I think you can lure people into history too with your pretty face, Miss Y/L/N.”

You bit your bottom lip while peeping to his way.

“Th-that is the first sculpture.” You mumbled while pointing the Aphrodite, Pan and Eros sculpture in front of you, still flushed by his words. He moved closer to you when you started to talk about the sculpture. Alan took a notebook out of his pocket and took some notes. You two walked around the archaeology museum, stopped time to time and you gave him some information about the meritorious artifacts. Alan was amazed by your knowledge but mostly by you. But your little study session cut by a worker who called Alan, saying he needs to get dressed for the shoot. Alan sighed and nodded at the worker.

“I must go… Thank you for your time, it has been a splendid lesson.”

“I am glad you enjoyed Mr. Rickman. See you tomorrow.” You have taken one step away from him when you heard him.

“Alan, call me Alan.”

Your lips formed a smile, turned your head to see him. “Y/N, just call me Y/N.”

 ~~~~

It has been 6 days since they started to shoot the movie and also 6 days you started to give Alan short history classes for his role. You and him kind of grew closer with each day, enjoyed each other’s companies but both of you were real busy with your real jobs beside that sessions, the longest time you two spent together was only 50 minutes. Tomorrow was their last day in Athens for the shooting and the director sent a message to you with a young boy; saying you don’t need to come tomorrow for your study session with Alan because plans have changed and they will be flying back to UK in the early morning. You knew this will last long only a week but your heart broke after hearing this out loud. You have enjoyed your time with Alan more than you wanted to admit, your little study sessions have became your favourite part of your day. And if you knew today was your last day with him, you could have done something special or at least you could say him a good bye. Your mood changed in a bad way after this news and you closed yourself in your room until end of your working hour.

While you were making your way out of the museum, you looked around to see Alan but he was nowhere to be seen. You didn’t want this to end like this, you walked over to his van hoping you might find him there but after couple of knocks you had to accept the fact he wasn’t there either. You were about to leave but then an idea came to your mind. You ripped a page from your notebook and wrote your name and phone number then did slide it under the door.

You were chilling on the sofa with a book when your phone rang. You literally jumped up and run to it, hoping it’s Alan.

“Hello?”

“Y/N?” the thick voice ensured you, it was Alan. You jumped slightly out of excitement.

“Yes, it is me.”

“I didn’t know about change of the plans this morning, I would say goodbye to you if I knew…”

You sense the sadness in his voice and it broke your heart, you stayed silent since you had a lump in your throat. Alan continued after a while.

“I know it is quite late but… Can I see you, Y/N?”

“Yes!” you have sounded very excited but you didn’t care about it at all. “I’ll be in front of the hotel in 20 minutes.”

“I will be waiting for you.”

As you have said you arrived the hotel he has been staying in 20 minutes, you saw him there by the door and walking back and forth.

“Alan!”

He stopped in his tracks and turned to your way immediately. “Y/N! Thank you for coming that late, you must be tired…”

You rubbed his arm gently and smiled up at the tall man. “I wanted to see you too, Alan. I was hoping you’d call…” you bit your lip shyly end of your sentence.

“There is not much to do at that hour, so you want to walk and talk?”

“Sounds good to me.”  

You two started to walk on the streets of Athens while talking about everything and nothing. It didn’t take long for you to notice that you two have so much in common. You haven’t talked about anything but the sculptures during your sessions so this surprised you both. You couldn’t help but think if you could meet with him another time, everything could have been different in a better way.

“I quote Plato; ‘According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves.’”

“I have never heard it before, this is very interesting.”

You stopped and looked at him in the eyes.

“I feel like you are my other half, Alan... I know it is very early to say this but i just feel like it, y’know.”

His eyes grew in surprise for a second but soon his expression turned into a loving one, his hands found yours.

“I must agree with you, Y/N.” He looked deep in your eyes and leaned closer slowly. Your heart was beating so fast, you thought it might just run away from your body. Alan stopped when your noses touch each other.

“May i kiss you?” He whispered with his husky voice which sent shivers down your spine with anticipation. You nodded eagerly, he chuckled at you before pressing his lips onto your soft ones. It was a gentle kiss but you have never felt that good in your life. Your hand moved to his head, pulled his honey coloured hair gently which caused him to moan into the kiss. You pulled away smirking at him.

“Our lips fit so well too, we are totally soulmates.” You rested your hands on his chest smiling cutely at him.

“No doubt.” Alan kissed your forehead. “I will come back to you whenever i can...”

You sighed, you were back to reality from your dream state. “Don’t forget me...”

“I will never Y/N. How could i forget my other half anyways?” He pulled you in for a hug, you felt so safe in his warm presence and rested your head on his chest. The moon and the starts were shining above you in the darkness of the night while the tangerine flowers’ scent filled your nostrils and you were in the arms of a dreamful man. You couldn’t ask for a better night.

[izzytheauthor]

Peppermint Winter (Weasley Family x Weasley!Reader)

Pairing: Weasley Family x Weasley!Reader (I'm pretty sure it's gender neutral, but let me know if I missed something!)

Summary: Christmas Eve is always magical at the Burrow, but there's something special in the air this year. Based on the song Peppermint Winter by Owl City.

Author's Note: I meant to have this done last night for Christmas Eve, so sorry for the delay! I don't think I've ever listened to a song as many times as I did for this fic. Thanks to my new website I now know exactly how insane I am listening to this song for 5+ hours. Whoops. I picture this fic happening in the Twin's first year and the year before you attend Hogwarts, but I suppose it can be read however you wish. Just a really fluffy fic for Christmas because it's my favorite holiday and this is one of my favorite songs.

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Food, but I think that's it. Just a bunch of fluff.

General Taglist: @dogweedanddeathcaps @jenniweaslee @sanitisegermsfree @lostaurorax @loony-loopy-lupinn @freddielupin @lxvegoods

There's the snow, look out below // And bundle up cause here it comes // Run outside, so starry eyed // A snowball fight breaks out

Life at the Burrow was always a bit crazy no matter the time of year, but there was nothing quite like Christmas with your family.

This year was even better than normal. You hadn’t had a Christmas all together since Bill graduated from Hogwarts to become a curse breaker. That changed this year when he finally got to take a few days off to be with the family.

But even with the extra magic in the air that came with having your family together, there was something missing this year. Something big.

For the first time in your life, there was no snow on the ground here at the Burrow on Christmas Eve.

You had made the best of it though. You and Molly had baked dozens of cookies to give to the neighbors. Celestina Warbeck’s Christmas album had been playing every waking moment for the last week. And of course the house was decorated from top to bottom like something out of a muggle magazine (minus the stupefied gnome that topped the tree).

Christmas Eve dinner had been delicious, as usual. Molly was quite possibly the best cook in the world, and she always proved it during the holidays. The meal had been filled with smiles and laughter, as well as the occasional argument between Percy and the twins. But overall, it was everything you could have asked for from your family.

Molly passed around a tray of cookies you’d baked together earlier that day, everyone taking more than their fair share.

“These look great mum.” Charlie complimented.

You coughed dramatically and stared at him expectantly.

“And Y/N of course. How could I forget? You helped by licking the spoon.” He winked.

Your jaw dropped open, but Molly interrupted before you could get a single word out.

“Now, now. Y/N helped me decorate some of them.” She smiled, digging through the pile to find one you had done. “Ah, there’s one. Doesn’t it look wonderful?” She asked, showing off the cookie that was completely covered in frosting and sprinkles.

“It looks like a unicorn threw up on it.” Fred said, causing the table to erupt into laughter.

You sat pouting, but Molly came to your rescue.

“Well I think it looks wonderful.” She said, putting it on her plate before passing the tray to you.

“LOOK!” Ginny yelled, pointing out the window.

You almost dropped the tray in surprise before turning to see what she was pointing at.

Outside a steady stream of fluffy white flakes drifted down from the sky, illuminated by the light from the full moon. At some point during your dinner a blizzard had started outside, creating a pristine layer of snow.

You abandoned the cookies, rushing to the window and pressing your face to the glass. Within seconds you were fogging it up, but you didn’t care. You were just happy to finally see the snow.

“Let’s go!” Ron exclaimed, already out of his chair and running to the door.

“RONALD WEASLEY!”

He stopped in his tracks, turning back to face his mum with wide eyes.

“You can’t possibly think you’re going outside at this time of night.” She scolded, hands on her hips.

His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, unsure of what to say.

Arthur looked around at the longing eyes of his children that were still trained on the window behind him and smiled.

“Now Molly, it’s Christmas Eve. Let them go play.”

“I’ll go too mum, I’ll keep an eye on everyone.” Bill added.

Everyone’s eyes drifted to their mother, waiting as she thought over her answer.

“Oh, alright!”

She had hardly gotten the words out when the sound of chairs scraping against the wooden floor filled the room, all of her children eager to get their coats on and head outside into the winter wonderland.

You were halfway to the door when you spun back to grab a cookie. As you did, you saw that Percy was still sitting at the table with your parents and you shook your head with a smile.

“Come on Perce!” You said, tugging on his sleeve.

Despite his protests, you didn’t miss the little twitch of a smile he tried to hide. You knew he loved you all, he just didn’t always know how to show it.

You and your siblings stumbled over each other trying to get your snow gear on and be the first out the door. Ron won that race having had a head start, but the rest of you followed quickly behind.

You and Ginny held hands and spun in circles together, heads thrown back and mouths open to catch snowflakes on your tongues. Giggles erupted from the two of you as you began to get dizzy, but neither of you wanted to stop.

That is until something hard hit your shoulder.

The two of you snapped your heads to the side, seeing the twins laughing to themselves.

You had hardly processed what had happened when you felt a half-formed snowball slam on the top of your head. Your jaw dropped as your hands moved to your hair, suddenly regretting that you’d forgone a hat in your hurry to get outside.

You turned to Ginny who was now laughing so hard she could hardly breathe.

“It’s every wizard for themselves!” You yelled, quickly packing a snowball and throwing it at an unsuspecting Ginny, running away before she could get her revenge.

Runny nose, my frosty toes // Are getting cold but I feel alive so I smile wide // The snowflakes start falling and I start to float // 'Til my mean older brother stuffs snow down my coat

The snowball fight died down after a while, a truce being declared when your fingers became too cold to form any more snowballs.

Unfortunately, the terms of the truce included the twins claiming victory. You all disagreed with that call, but the fight would have gone on for another hour if you hadn’t agreed with it.

You could hardly feel your toes anymore, and you’d begun sniffling about halfway through the battle, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. As cold and tired as you were, you never wanted this moment to end.

While the snow was no longer untouched, you still thought it was the most beautiful sight you’d ever seen. The snow was still falling, but at a much slower rate, and the wind had died down as well, leaving the flakes to dance gracefully to the ground on their own. The tree branches were topped with a layer of snow, and you wondered how long it would last before it melted and turned to icicles instead. But best of all, the front yard was now home to eight snow angels, one for each of you.

A figure appeared at your side, and when you turned around you found George next to you studying the snow angels just as you had been.

“I can’t believe we got Percy to make one.”

You shrugged. “He’s not that bad.”

He turned to look at you in disbelief. “He sucks the fun out of everything. Hogwarts has been great, but he seems to be around every corner ruining all the fun. I’m sure it’ll be even worse next year if he makes Prefect like Bill and Charlie did.”

“You probably deserve it though.” You laughed, but your smile faded as you noticed the mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

“Perhaps.” He winked.

Before you could turn around, you felt something ice cold drip down your back.

Your eyes widened as you spun around to catch Fred laughing behind you, his mittens still covered in snow.

“FRED!” You screamed. “What happened to the truce?”

He and George spun around and ran, laughing all the way.

“That wasn’t technically a snowball!” They chorused in sync.

You grabbed a handful of snow of your own, and ran after their retreating figures, determined to give them a taste of their own medicine.

All this holiday cheer // Heaven knows where it goes // But it returns every year

Molly eventually put an end to the winter shenanigans and called you all back inside. As you walked through the doorway and stripped from your winter clothes, she handed you each a mug of hot chocolate.

“Thanks mum.” You smiled, giving her a kiss on the cheek as you walked into the living room to cuddle up by the fireplace.

You and Ginny sat on the floor together, sharing a blanket. It was just large enough to wrap around both of your shoulders as long as you sat close enough. The warmth that radiated from the blanket and the fireplace was nothing compared to the warmth in your heart as you looked around at the rest of your family.

Molly and Arthur sat together on the couch cuddled up together, Arthur pressing a gentle kiss to Molly’s cheek. Percy had hardly touched his hot chocolate, instead giving his complete focus to the book he was reading. Bill sat in the rocking chair with his eyes closed, gently rocking back and forth to the beat of Celestina Warbeck’s Nothing Like a Holiday Spell as it played on the radio. Fred and George sat by the tree whispering to themselves as they pointed at different presents, probably trying to guess what was inside them. Charlie seemed to be doing the same thing you were, sitting in the arm chair and stirring his hot chocolate as he looked around the room with a content smile. And you could just barely see Ron from where you were sitting. He was in the kitchen by the cookies, and you had no doubt he was stuffing his face with them.

There was something in the air tonight. Maybe it was the Christmas miracle of getting a white Christmas just hours before Christmas arrived. Maybe it was because for once in your life your family was quiet and peaceful, just enjoying each other’s company. Or maybe there was just something about the holidays that felt magical.

Whatever it was, you wanted to savor it while it lasted.

What's December without Christmas Eve?

[awilddreamermain]

Hi, Chels! Congratulations!! I'm so happy for you! You deserve every follower and more! That is a threat, I'm holding everyone hostage 🔪

I would love to get a MHA matchup, I wanna see who you'd match me with! Got me so curious! SFW & NSFW if you'd be willing!

My name is Chloe but I prefer May, nicknames include May-May, Maybell or Chlo.

I'm 25, pronouns are she/he, Cancer Moon, Aries Sun and Virgo Rising. Quite the weird mash of zodiacs, huh?

My favorite colors are pink (that soft pastel kinda baby pink), red (especially blood/garnet red) and...can I add pink again? Any shade of pink this time. Bubblegum or hot pink.

Favorite AU's include A/B/O, Mafia, Historical, Fantasy and does Mythical Creatures count?

Oh...oh boy, I gotta look deep for some fun facts that aren't just...facts but I'll do my best!

1) My sneezes are so short and high pitched I go "chu".

2) I have vitiligo, makes me look like a dog because it's mostly around my mouth and my right eye so I have a spot!

3) I have atrocious balance, my knees and shins are always banged up because I cannot for the life of me walk correctly.

4) I have a stutter, on top of speaking so quickly it turns into a jumbled mess. So good luck understanding what I said because I have no idea either.

5) I have a growing unicorn plush collection. My favorite is Cupcake, one that's actually taller than I am. Big chunk.

My likes are pretty simple. Cute & soft sweaters, blankets, warm coffee and strawberry milk, pastries and the cold! Winter is my favorite season. History, particularly the Medieval and Victorian times.

My interests revolve around creativity and you could say they're my hobbies as well. Drawing in particular, I used to do digital but I'm stuck with traditional pencil and paper at the moment. I'm dipping my toes into painting and its very fun! Obviously writing and reading and if I'm not doing of those listed then I'm definitely playing video games.

Personality I might say I'm quite split down the middle. At first, to a complete stranger I might come across as cold, stoic, with a resting bitch face, that just wants to get whatever I'm outside for done so I can leave. I'd create a witty or sarcastic comeback if I was given sass by a Karen but with my speech issues? I'd be lucky to get one coherent word out at her...and spend the rest of the day fantasizing what could've happened. So I'm rather quiet, agoraphobia hits hard in large or crowded places so I'm an anxiety riddled mess on the verge of a panic attack. In private or with people that I'm comfortable with? Complete opposite. Happy, bubbly, cracking puns and jokes so get those groan worthy reactions. I try to be the "mom friend" and get over my issues if someone is having it worse, I'll march up to a counter and ask for ketchup if someone wanted it but was too scared to do it themselves. The shoulder to lean and cry on, I'm highly empathetic and understanding, compassionate at times. But I have to actively try and keep myself positive and say good things about myself because I do fall into the pit of self-loathing and hate.

For appearance I'd say I'm average height, pale with white splotches that are inching larger due to my vitiligo, chubby, ashy blonde, blue eyes, button nose. I'd say I'm decently cute? I don't know if I can rate myself.

Okay I know I said I'd be looking into Zodiac compatibility for this but— I literally just screamed internally "KIRISHIMA" when I was reading this. You two would be perfect omg. This Libra king would do anything for you. For this you're an artist and the daughter of a mafia boss :) I like to think of ship names sometimes so like, yours would either be like Eijmay or Mayjirou or Kiriloe— that last one and first are awful I know so lets go with the second? I can't write a proper stutter for the life of me so I tried to keep your dialogue to the minimum.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ Pairing: Eijirou Kirishima

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀AU: Mafia

⠀Theme Song: You're The One That I Want - Alex & Sierra

How you meet (his point of view):

⠀⠀The gallery was full of black and white suits, tight, floor length dresses with the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses meeting his ears. It was a joyous evening, celebrating the wonderful art work created by the boss's daughter. He had never met her before but he had heard whispers, all good as no one would dare slander the name of their leader's precious little girl. You were the boss's pride and joy, thus he kept you as far away from the darker side of the family business as possible.

⠀⠀Kirishima was still a new hire, a bodyguard of sorts and would consider this his first gig. He had an idea of who he was looking for as he walked further into the mass of people admiring your work but didn't expect what he would eventually come across. You were as far away from the crowd as you possibly could be, guzzling glasses of wine and over all appearing to be a deer in headlights. He couldn't fugure out for the life of him why you seemed so frightened until he watched people approach you to talk, noticing the stutter in your voice when you replied to questions and greetings,your body language telling people to stear clear of you.

⠀⠀So, he did what he was hired to do. "Kindly step away from the lady." He said with a smile, approaching with his large arms crossing over his broad chest as he towered over the guests. They looked at him as if he were a giant shark looking to devour them before scurrying away, leaving the two of you alone. He stood quietly, listening to the voices on the other side of his ear piece as his ruby eyes scanned the area around you. He made sure to not stand so close and avoided in letting his gaze wander.

⠀⠀He couldn't help but admire your skin in quick glances, finding the spot over your eye to be quite adorable. Your silky, ask blonde hair was all dolled up for the event, light make up on your face but not enough to cover the vitiligo. You were stunning and his heart hammered against his chest. So the rumors were true.

⠀⠀You thanked him, voice quiet and careful as you set down your wine glass and clasped your hands together. Out of the corner of his eye he watched you twiddle your thumbs. You didn't want to be here, did you? This obviously wasn't your idea, how could it be? A girl like you, timid as a mouse, didn't want to be surrounded by strangers. "Miss..." He began, thinking carefully because the last thing he wanted to do was piss off the boss and likely get himself killed. But this was his job wasn't it? Making sure you were happy and safe? "Would you like to leave here for a bit? We'll come back of course, but you look like you need some air."

Extra.

He ended up taking you to a drive thru restaurant and got you whatever you wanted, letting you talk about whatever you wanted or sat quietly if you chose not to talk at all If it was quiet in the suv then that was fine too, he just wanted to help you in any way he could. Eventually the silence becomes small talk and then leads to a rather deep conversation about whatever the hell was going on inside that beautiful brain of yours. Kirishima wasn't the smartest man but he wasn't stupid, he wasn't as clueless as most thought he was. You told him how your father made you do this as an attempt to get you out there, to socialize and possibly find a suitor. This was the mafia after all.

The Confession:

⠀⠀It was a tradition now, every Sunday you and Eijirou would go to your favorite café to have coffee and enjoy the early day weather before it got too hot. You sit at the same table, in the same chairs with him facing the door. You get the same drinks and food and just overall enjoy each others company. After that night at the gallery you two became fast friends, which your father obviously had to approve of but thankfully he did. Kirishima was a good man, he's trustworthy and puts you before himself.

⠀⠀The day he approached your father and asked to speak in private was the day he knew he was likely to get thrown in the deepest, darkest depths of the ocean. He has confessed his feelings for you to your old man, who listened intently with a blank face behind his desk. "Sir, I'm in love with your daughter, and with your blessing I'd like to... court her." He was utterly terrified when your father cleared his throat and sighed, shifting where he sat so he could stand and move around the desk. He reached out for a handshake which Kirishima looked up at him with a questioning look.

⠀⠀Your father gave his blessing and now... He just had to tell you, his best friend, that he loved you. God he loved you so much— "Kiri," you interrupted his thoughts, bringing him crashing back to reality," a-are you alright? You seem nervous." He swallowed hard in response but cleared his throat, taking a sip of his cappuccino.

⠀⠀"Oh yeah— definitely." He breathed with a laugh, moving a hand to the back of his neck to scratch. How was he going to say it? "So, uh—" he licked his lips, adjusting himself in his seat multiple times until he groaned and leaned forward. "Fuck, I'm just gonna say it— Maybell, I love you. I have for a long time now and I talked to your father and he said—"

⠀⠀"Said what, Eijirou?" Your eyes widened at his confession and he felt like a complete idiot. Should he had said something to you first? Was this a mistake? What if you didn't feel the same way? God his mind was going to explode—

⠀⠀"That I could... court you. With your permission." You were quick to nod and smile to his surprise, which prompted a grin if his own.

Extra.

Kirishima HAS to be facing the door in any public place you go to. I don't make the rules.

He never let's you walk close to the road, he has to be between you and it at all times when you're walking.

He oders your food and drinks for you when you can't but is there for moral support when you do. He wants you comfortable and happy. He wouldn't ever dare get in your way though, you're a lot stronger and braver than most may think you are.

The Relationship:

⠀⠀On days like this, Kirishima can't help but admire you. He catches himself staring wuite often but he just can't help it. What did he do to deserve such a beautiful partner? He looks at you and all he can think about is how much he loves you and wants to see you smile. He watched you from the kitchen island, leaning against it as you waltz around the kitchen in your pinky fuzzy slippers and one of his shirts that's much, much too big on you. He remembers your surprise when you found his clothing was actually too big on you and how happy you were.

⠀⠀"Maybell?" He hums, adjusting his stance and crossing his arms on the counter. He listened for you to him back in response, a smile on his lips. "You look so cute in my clothes.

⠀⠀You giggled, shaking your head and continued putting the dishes away until Eijirou appeared behind you, arms wrapping around your waist and his forehead coming down on your shoulder. "Need somethin' baby?" You turned your head just slightly, a brow cocked inquisitively. He squeezed you in response, swiftly lifting you and making you squeal. Thankfully you didn't have anything in your hands at the moment. He peppered kisses all over the side of your face, setting you down only to lift you again bridal style.

⠀⠀"I've got all I need right here in my arms." He chuckled and you playfully smacked his chest, letting him carry you to your shared bedroom.

Extra.

TICKLE FIGHTS.

He thinks your sneezes are the cutest thing in the world.

He loves your god awful puns, they crack him up every time.

Adores the fact you're a nurturer, especially with your friends. He thinks you'd make a great mother but if that's something you don't want he respects that.

You take care of everyone, but who takes care of you? Eijirou is always there to be your shoulder to lean and cry on, he's your sound board and is always happy to let you talk about your feelings with him. You're allowed to not be happy and bubbly all the time, he realizes how staying positive all the time can actually do more damage than goof, especially if you bottle everything up.

If on a particular day you're struggling with your speech he's happy to be your voice as well. He understands you better than anyone, even your own father.

Speaking of your father, he can't wait to make Eijirou his son-in-law! He's a good man with a good heart and treats you right, what's not to like?

He has trouble saying no to you and spoils you quite a bit.

The Fights:

...

Extra.

There's nothing, what you say goes and all he can say is "yes dear". He knows better than to argue with you, however when he's right and he knows he is, he finds a way to prove it without making you mad.

The Sex:

⠀⠀"Fuck baby—" he hissed, hands finding your hips and guiding you as you rub yourself on his cock. Your hands are on his thighs and your head is tossed back, giving him the perfect view of your tits. God he loves them, he loves the plush skin of your stomach and your thighs, your ass too, he loved seeing all of you. He was so happy that you allow him this privilege of seeing you, granted you've been dating a while now but still. Your sounds are music to his ears and all he wants is to make more, make you feel so good you're calling his name and making a mess.

He wanted— no, needed, to feel you, to feel inside your warm and wet cunt, to feel it squeeze him and milk him dry. He was quick to flip the two of you over, careful to not hurt you as he did. You gasped and giggled, reaching up to hold his face as he smiled, leaning down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. He loved your taste, he could go on and on about all the things he loved about you all day if he could. "You want it baby?" You nodded excitedly, lip caught between your teeth. He smirked and reached between the two of you, thick fingers tracing a line between your lips and slipping inside your soaked pussy.

"D-Daddy—" you whine, a slight pout on your lips as your face morphs into one of pleasure. He chuckled, pumping his fingers in and out a few times before removing them and grabbing his cock. He coated it more in your slick, guiding it between tge lips of your cunt before slowly pushing inside, groaning at how tight you are. You squeal of course, gasping for breath because Kirishima is an impressive size, you still struggled to take him sometimes but like a good girl you always managed.

"That's my good girl." He cooed, moving so his forearms were on either side of your head. He gave a couple test thrusts, waiting for you to adjust u til you nodded for him to continue.

Extra.

Terrified of activating his quirk while he's fucking you, but he keeps himself under control.

He loves his hair pulled and he loves to be bitten, he especially likes it when you scratch his back when he hits that good spot.

Eats you out for his pleasure mostly, but for yours as well. He loves when you grind on his face and moan his name when you do it. Speaking of, please sit on his face, he loves that shit. He knows how to be careful of his teeth!

If you have pets they CANNOT be in the same roon when you're doing the do, it's just weird.

He'd happily bend you over in the kitchen and do you right there. Hell, he'll fuck you anywhere you deem suitable.

He likes to do a mixture if praise and degradation with you, and edging and overstimulation is a big go-to. He just loves seeing you squirm under him, hr loves hearing you beg and say you need him.

[deliverydefresas]

another aeroplane, another sunny place

AKA, the final bonus part of shape of you that wasn't posted here, but on wp. very much inspired by michael bublé's song 'home' back in 2017 that i finally finished writing a while ago. technically it can be read as a standalone os since that's how it was originally written as, but it also makes sense in the sofy universe. (just like another os i will post sometime next week that i *also* posted on wp but not on here)

ANYWAYS feel free to ignore if you've read it already, since i'm mostly just posting it here in case i need to reference it later!

may be surrounded by a million people i still feel alone, i just wanna go home

oh, i miss you, you know

He'd been on the road for eight months now.

He was grateful of all the success the Rollerband was getting; a worldwide sold-out tour, thousands of records sold, a renewed signing contract for another three years. He knew he was lucky, and he couldn't deny it.

Career-wise, he was happy, living his rock-star dream. His personal life was a whole different thing.

They say distance makes the heart grow fonder. And it was true, honestly. If he thought he loved his girlfriend before, he knew for sure now that he was ten thousand kilometers away. However, what they don't tell you, it's how hard it can get when such a distance is formed. He hadn't talked to Ámbar, like really talked, in two months.

Their relationship had gotten to an only-texting communication, with hello's and goodnight's texts received every day. The phone calls had reduced to once a week, if that.

It hadn't started that way, though. The first three months consisted of daily three-hours-long video calls, with the occasional visit if uni and her schedule allowed her, then they passed to a one-hour daily cellphone call... now they were lucky they even remembered to put 'i love you' at the end of their texts.

He didn't like it, not one bit. He knew where they were leading; he'd seen it first with Jim and Nico years ago (which was a reason he tried not to date anyone seriously), and then a few months later with Delfi and Pedro. Simón didn't want that for Ámbar and himself.

He checked the time; almost midnight where he was, so it'd only be around 7 PM in Buenos Aires. Her uni classes ended at three, so either she was at the J&R or doing homework.

Deciding he didn't have anything to lose, he pressed 'call' on his phone. Five rings later, she picked up, her beaming face appearing on his screen. Gosh, how he'd missed her.

"Aló, Simón?!" Her voice sounded a little breathy, but overall excited. He had to smile when he heard her. "How are you? I miss you," she sighed wistfully on the other side of the line. The hand she wasn't using to hold the phone went to her hair, twirling a lock away from her face.

"I miss you too," Simón answered, a small smile gracing his lips, "I'm coming home soon, only a couple of weeks more, little gem."

"It feels like too long, but at least it's sooner than eight months," she mumbled, sighing again, "how's Spain? Didn't you have a show tonight?"

"Spain's great, full of life," he remembered the crowd, screaming and singing along, "the show ended an hour ago. I'm feeling a little homesick, I guess," he admitted, "I wish I was there with you."

"Don't," she reprimanded him, shaking her head a little, "you'll be here soon, enjoy tour life while you can."

"That's the thing... I'm not enjoying it anymore." Ámbar went still at this. If it weren't for the tenue sound of music she was listening on her side and that he could hear through the phone, he'd have thought it's freezed on him; when he realized that wasn't the case, he continued. "It's been too long. I miss our bed, I miss waking up next to you, hugging you, kissing you... I miss our dog and I miss our friends. This life... it feels so empty, little gem." He wasn't ashamed to say he was close to tears. He loved touring, giving concerts in different parts of the world, meeting fans all over the globe... those were heavy pros. Simón just wished he'd have more time for his family.

"Don't think like that, Simón, please." She begged him, the little tremble in her voice gave away her emotions, her face had barely moved. Simón knew it was more for his sake than for hers. "I miss you too, so much it hurts sometimes. But this is your dream, love, this is what you've worked so hard for; don't let homesickness stop you from finding joy in what you love the most."

"I'll try, I promise I will. I just... I don't know..."

"I get it, I'm the same sometimes. But you must understand; we're not them, Simón." Her voice turned softer, understanding, and soothing. He loved that about her, that she seemed to know what to say and how to say it without a prompt given. "Do you know why they didn't work out? It's not because they loved each other less, or because the distance was too much. It was the pressure of feeling that if they weren't near each other, if they didn't talk to the other 24/7, their bond would break. It was too much, and it ended up leaving them strained."

"Is this your way of telling me you don't want to talk to me anymore?" he joked, his smile growing as she rolled her eyes.

"You're an idiot." She deadpanned, changing her position on the bed to recline her back on their bedrest. "Seriously, though, do you get what I'm saying?"

"Yes, love. I know I shouldn't care too much about how much we talk as it does not define our relationship but what can I say? I miss you." She grinned at him.

"I miss you, too. I'm always a call away," she promised him, but then she frowned, "unless I'm at class, then sorry, you'll have to talk to my voicemail."

He laughed, "I see how it is, a boring class is way more important than funny me. How's everything over there? How's my princess?"

"Always." She winked at him. "Everything's fine. I had lunch with my mom today, she made mushroom lasagna, I told her already that mushrooms taste like nothing, but she swears they're flavorful; I might go visit my dad tomorrow as well; he's been bugging me about having dinner with him and his family," he absentmindedly scrunched his nose at the mention of the fungi, he hated them, "Toppy is here, I can put you on speaker so you can talk to her, if you want. I can't promise she'll answer, though, she's been giving me an attitude lately."

"An attitude? You're rubbing on her, aren't you? When I get home, I'll come back to two Ámbar's instead of one." He teased her, earning a huff from his girl. "Let me talk to her, I bet she doesn't even recognize my voice anymore."

"You've always been her favorite, she will." She replied softly, and then it was quiet for a couple of seconds, while she took off the earphones' plug from her phone. "Okay, you're on speaker now. Toppy, babe, come greet daddy." Simón waited until he heard a 'thud' – followed by Ámbar adjusting her phone's camera so he could see both his girl and their pet- to speak again.

"Toppy?" Not a sound.

Before he could get sad he got no response, Ámbar spoke. "She's smelling my phone, talk again." She sounded amused, so Simón complied, cheerier this time.

"How's my favorite puppet doing? I heard you're giving mommy a bit of trouble. What happened to my good girl?" He wasn't done with his first question when the barking started, his pup's little whines sounded almost as if she was reprimanding his absence.

"She's missed you." His girlfriend exclaimed over the barking, chuckling at the way Toppy's tail swat rapidly.

"I miss her too." He sighed again, "I miss you both a lot."

"Just a few more weeks." She reminded him, her smile and tone wistful as she tried to contain the pup's wriggling body. He had to smile at that.

"Just a few more weeks." He echoed, the underlying promise loud to their ears. "I love you."

"I love you too." She paused for a second, before speaking again, "now please go to sleep, you look like you died a week ago." Simón laughed at that, but he knew better than to fight her when she was trying to take care of him.

"I'll call you tomorrow, alright?"

His words were met with a grin. "Not if I text you first. I love you so much, Simón."

"I love you more, little gem. Take care, okay? I'll see you as soon as I can." She sent him a kiss through the phone, before disconnecting the call. He stared at the screen for a couple of minutes, before the 'low battery' notification popped up and he had to charge it. The call left him feeling much better, so he decided to go to bed already.

Just a few more weeks ran like a mantra trough his mind, soothing his fears and anxiety. Just a few more weeks and I'll be home.

[cherrykenobi]

snowy sunrise

pairing: leia organa x reader

warnings: sweet smooches & pure fluff :)

summary: mornings on hoth are breathtakingly beautiful - they pale in comparison to her.

note: a leia blurb because she is my favorite thing in the entire world and i miss her with my entire ass

You like snow - objectively speaking. 

Freshly fallen sheets of white blanket the ground and dust over trees and cities as far as the eye can see. It’s a wonder in its own right - and beautiful, you think. That was before relocating to Hoth.

You seem to tire of snow within the first week, spending a disproportionate amount of time staring out at Hoth’s monotonous terrain. It seems a bit bleak overall, but it’s around this time when you find it’s most appealing. Inside Echo Base, you watch as the sun rises amid hazy pinks and yellows. A snowstorm has just passed, leaving way for miles of porcelain snow on a vast, sprawling landscape. 

You lean against the window, breath fogging the transparisteel. The whole world seems to slow with the snowfall, quiet as if it sleeps alongside your cohorts. A cup of caf warms your hands and you revel in the silence - only for a moment, though.

“You’re up early,” Leia says, her voice barely piercing your bubble of calm. She’s just woken up herself, still in sleep clothes, hair in waves behind her back. Your heart flutters pleasantly at the sight.

“Haven't slept, actually.” You adjust your grip on the cup, feeling an odd urge to fiddle with your hands.

“Well, the caf certainly isn't helping.” She stands beside you and yawns, eyes still clouded with sleep. “What kept you up?”

“Nothing.” You say, watching Leia’s gaze fall to the horizon. Pinks and yellows fade and yield to dusty blues and dull greys. You hold out the cup, offering it to her. “Here, do you want it? I haven’t drinken any.” 

She glances at you briefly before taking the cup. “Thanks.”

Leia takes a sip. A stilted silence settles over you both, and you exhale deeply. She doesn’t say a word, only watching the window. Your eyes follow the curve of her forehead, the slope of her nose. (And if you look at her mouth for a few moments too long, it’s no one’s business but your own.)

Her head comes to rest on your shoulder after a while - she’s warm and the gesture makes you feel safe despite the rapid fluttering of your pulse. You look, almost desperately, back out at the landscape. The rising sun. Anything to calm that heart of yours, not to mention the crashing somersaults of your stomach.

“You should get some sleep.” Her voice is flowing honey, soothing and sweet. 

“I've got a meeting in a few hours, I can nap after.” Your tone is gentle and sleepy to match hers. Your heart has barely calmed itself, but you find comfort in laying your head atop hers.

“You sure? You sound like you're about to crash.”

“I’ll be fine, don't worry about it. Besides, you've already got Luke and Han to worry about.”

“I don't worry about ‘em, what makes you think that?” she asks, her tone a little sharper. You’re worried that you might’ve ruined the moment and quickly try to backpedal:

“You're always with them, that's all. Han seems to like you a lot, too.” Okay, the last bit might have been a mistake.

Leia pulls away, a scrunch in her brow and a twist to her lips. You miss the warmth immediately. “Who gave you that idea?”

“No one, I just… have eyes.” You reply quietly. “He looks at you like a little puppy every time you're not lookin’ at him. Why, is there something there?” 

“No, I don't like him like that.” She huffs, putting her cup down. “He isn't my type, you know.”

“Alright, defensive.”

“I'm not being defensive, I’m just saying.”

“Fine, we won't talk about him anymore.”

“Fine.”

A beat of silence passes. “So is there anyone you do like?”

Leia calls your name in indignation, a flush rising to her cheeks - it only interests you further.

“Well, who is it?”

“Mind your own business, that's who.”

“Will you tell me about them?” 

“It’s not important, quit being so nosy.” Speaking of nosy, you’re nearly nose to nose with her. You’d very much like to move the stray hair from her cheek. 

“I'm not being nosy, I’m just curious!” You almost forget to reply, looking at that strand of hair.

“Well, be curious about something else!”

You sigh a bit, face feeling impossibly hot. “You know what you are? You’re feisty.”

“Oh, yeah? Then what are you?” She asks, brow raising.

You ponder on it briefly. “Courageous.”

“Please,” Leia says, looking you in the eyes. “name one courageous thing you’ve done in your life.”

You hold her gaze as steadily as you can, steeling yourself. 

“This.” The word barely passes your lips before your mouth is on hers - and it’s nice. 

Really, really nice. Like the rhythmic purring of an x-wing’s starting engine. Like sparks in the dead of night, flickering behind your eyes, fire on her fingertips as she grabs your cheek, your waist.

She pulls away first, and not harshly - her eyes are the richest soil, boring into yours, deep and dark and captivating. 

“Right, s’that answer your question?” Leia murmurs, staying close. 

You can’t keep the stupid grin stretching across your face. “I dunno,” you whisper, and you think your cheeks are going to hurt later with the sheer elation thrumming inside you. “you’ll have to make your point a little more clear.”

“What, you want another kiss?” 

“Didn’t wanna say it out loud,” you giggle - honest to god giggle - and swipe the bit of hair off her cheek before kissing her again. She tastes like caf and sleep and something tangibly sweet.

A moment of clarity passes over you. “I like you too, by the way.” You blurt, lamely.

She looks at you then, doe-eyed. Lets it hang for a moment - and then laughs, and stars, it sounds like gentle rainfall and the tinkling of bells and fills you with such warmth that you scoop her up into your arms, smiling into every kiss you press onto her skin. The look on her face is soft and familiar and brighter than any sunrise you’ll ever see.

“Yeah,” she says, beaming. “I figured.”

tags for the babes: @corellians-only @valkyrieofthehighfae @libradusk @cptnrex501