#and i'm not supposed to swoon and melt down?

[stargazerdaisy]

If obsessing about Taylor and Travis is not supposed to become my entire personality and brain, then they really need to stop doing that.

they better not

[lnfours]

🍊 prompt : cooking for one another

Reader is feeling homesick & lan makes y/n’s favourite pasta dish which her mum makes & he got the recipe from her mum to make reader feel at home in Monaco 🥹🥹🥹 the thought of this is making my heart MELT

my heart is absolutely, 100% melting. i love this with my whole soul

11.8k friends to lovers sleepover

you walked into the kitchen to see lando at the stove, reading something on his phone as he stood over the pot. you could recognize the smell of your mom's homemade pasta dish anywhere, but watching him as he followed every step precisely made your heart swoon. if you weren't already in love with this man, you were now.

"whatcha making?"

he jumped around, your newfound presence in the kitchen catching him off guard. he cleared his throat before speaking, "uhm, cooking..?"

you knew what he was doing, but you wanted him to tell you why he had spent his time calling your mom and copying the recipe down word for word to make sure it was perfect.

"what're you making?" you took a seat on top of the countertop next to him, smiling as the dish was already looking almost identical to the one your mom would make for you all the time.

"uhm," he stammered, "so, you said you were feeling homesick the other day, so i uh... i called your mom and i asked her to send me the recipe for her homemade feta pasta.."

you smiled, your heart clenching in your chest as you watched the man you were falling in love with all over again stir the ingredients in the pot. the thoughtfulness and the attention to detail to make sure everything was perfect almost bringing tears to your eyes.

"so you called my mom and asked her for the recipe to my favorite dish so that i could feel less upset about not being home?"

he nodded, knowing it sounded crazy, but he was for you, so it just made sense, "... yeah."

i love you was right on the tip of your tongue, but instead you said, "well, it smells the same so it's promising so far."

"wanna taste?" he asked, holding the spoon out for you, "i mean, it's not done yet but you could tell me if i'm missing anything."

you nodded, taking the wooden spoon from his hands before tasting the sauce. you hummed, nodding in approval as you licked your lips, "pretty spot on, i'm impressed."

he smiled, eyes wandering over your face before they locked on the small bit of sauce on the corner of your mouth, "oh, you have something..."

his voice trailed off as his hand reached out, his thumb swiping away the bit of sauce on your soft skin. your eyes locked with his, the feeling of having his hand on your cheek sending shockwaves through your body. you weren't sure how long the two of you stayed like that before he blinked, shaking his head before moving to pull his hand away from your face.

"sorry,"

you pulled on his arm, letting him closer to you before you grabbed his face into your hands, unexpectedly bringing him in for a kiss. he was surprised at first, but it soon subsided as he kissed you back, deepening the kiss as his hand slotted between the area of your jaw and the back of your ear.

you pulled away, breathless and giddy as you smiled at him, "i think i just fell in even more love with you."

he smiled against your lips, "who knew all it took was a pasta dish."

you laughed, bringing your lips back to his, no longer feeling as homesick as you had before because right here felt like where you were supposed to be all along.

[hyuny-bunny]

Hi Rose!

Can you do a fic where SKZ are in an interview and one of the questions for each of them is, "If you have a sister, whom would you want her to date?" And Minho vehemently objects to his metaphoric sister dating his friends, then notices Changbin looking all suspicious. Turns out Changbin has been chatting up Minho's cousin. Juicy, juicy.

Thank you! But please, please don't feel obligated if you're not comfy writing this, okay?

of course ! thank you so much for the request and i hope this does it justice :') i did tweak the details abit and kinda ran with it 😅. i hope not too much to disappoint. if you want something a little more spicy feel free to submit again and i can do a follow up pt 2☺️

i'll wait | C.B. ft minho

genre: fluff overload, friends to lovers, slow burn romance

content warning: cuteness overload, kissing, slightly upset minho, minho threatening to break changbin.

Minho had always been like an older brother to you. You weren't too far apart in age, you were glued to the hip at 3 and it's always been that way. Both sets of parents had to have a difficult talk with the two of you, explaining you weren't siblings. It didn't stop him referring to you as his sister and for you your brother.

Even during his time as a trainee, you were always there supporting. Whether it was dropping by the company building for a 15 minute break to have coffee and catch up, you'd always make time for him. When he was recruited by Chan to be a part of a group, you were ecstatic for him but your time together was cut down significantly when he went on to do the survival show.

After getting his big break to debut, he spent a lot of time out with his group doing street performances and advertising their group. You'd often join him with passing out flyers or just helping them record videos as they hadn't been supplied with staff just yet. You got more familiar with the rest of his group but you were always shy around them, not really knowing your place in how to interact with them.

Changbin and Jisung were the first ones you warmed up to. Han was always respectful but treated you like a friend, always making you feel comfortable around them. Changbin was much shyer with his approach. He found you pretty the moment Minho introduced you to all of them. He'd always crack jokes to you when you were around. Teasing your camera work when they were going back of their vlogs. It wasn't until one afternoon, you were supposed to be meeting Minho & Changbin for lunch, Minho had been running behind with his dance practice. This was the most nervous Changbin had felt in a long time, not even his performance review came close to he felt knowing he'd be alone with you until Minho would arrive.

All his worries washed away when he saw you sitting out on the terrace of that cafe. You were wearing a grey sweater with a black skirt. It was fall so the cold hadn't set it but he could see your legs shivering. Without thinking about it, he was already pulling his jacket off. He walked over to you seeing the way you beamed at him melted his heart.

"Here, for your legs." He extended the jacket out to you.

"Oh... it's fine, binnie," His heart skipped a beat at the nickname, "I'm not that cold! I don't want you getting cold either."

He cocked an eyebrow at you before laying the jacket over your lap himself, he didn't know where the confidence to do that came from. Your heart swooned at the gesture, your legs find a new found warmth from the heat that came from the worn jacket and the blood rushing in you. From that day on you had kept a close friendship to him, one Minho himself would've seen.

Much later down the line your friendship grew closer but never anything more. It wasn't until a few months before their new comeback, Changbin was stressing beyond belief. The pressure to have a big impact on the music charts this time around was getting to his head. He was practically calling you every night to talk. One night he couldn't take it anymore, he needed to see you. It was 2 in the morning, he was letting his legs were move and think for him.

He's standing at your door debating on whether or not to ring your bell, not a second is able to pass before you're already there opening the door. The next moment we're all a blur because once he's stepped into your apartment, his shoes kicked off, his lips are on yours. After a moment or so he stops, apologizing for not having asked for your permission but you're already pulling him back down to kiss him some more. After the night he swears off kissing, he wants to be able to date you properly. The other obstacle you face is your beloved cousin. You know the one who brought you two together, the one who doesn't know the details of your relationship with his group member.

From then, you both find time to sneak off for dates. Your dates mainly consist of eating dinner at his studio, or he's bringing you food to your place for a movie night. You're trying you best to make things work, away from prying eyes, deranged fans, and most importantly, from Minho.

The truth about the two of you comes spilling out suddenly and unexpectedly when SKZ is on a variety show. Their staff at this point had a vague idea of you relationship status to Binnie but it was unbeknownst to them that Minho did not know. Minho had invited you to come watch the variety show so you could all grab dinner afterwards. Things took a turn when the host was going around asking about the members siblings.

Lee Know candidly spoke about a cousin that was practically his sister, you could see Binnie glancing your way past the camera.

"Would any of you let your sisters date another member of the group?" The host asked.

Seung is the first to adamantly say 'no'. He's waving and shaking his head no in disgust, they're all laughing at his reaction but Minho soon joins in on him.

"Nope, never. Not happening, maybe when I'm dead." Minho deadpans looking across his members but his eyes land on Changbin who is dead staring at you.

He clocks it then. Minhos eyes are darting back and forth between you two. It takes Chan kicking the back of Changbins chair for him to snap out of his daze letting out a loud 'huh'. Minho's eyes are narrowed on him.

He knows something but he doesn't know for fact.

"Would you let your sister date any of the members?... Or better yet would you date any of the members sisters?" The host is laughing while repeating the question. Minho isn't laughing though.

Changbin flusters out a 'no' but his cheeks are a tint of pink now that he was caught staring you down. The filming wraps up and staff are asking the production to send them over the final product before they release it, just as an extra precaution. Minho says nothing when he brushes past you. He's pissed.

Shit maybe he does know.

You're standing out by your car waiting for Minho. It was supposed to be 4 of you. Jisung, Minho, Changbin, and you. You wave your goodbyes to rest of the members, finally seeing the three of them walking out together. You can tell Jisung is yapping about something based off the way he's moving his hands while talking. Changbin walks beside him head low and Minho walks on the opposite side of Han. He's staring you down all the way till he gets to you.

You're all standing outside the car but no one is moving.

"Do you have something to tell me?" Minho's never had such a cold tone with you, it makes you straighten up.

"I uh... We wanted to... I just..." You can't find the words but Changbin steps up.

"Take it out on me," He's stepped in between you two now. "We didn't know how to tell you, I asked to keep it quiet until the time came."

"And when was that time? Because I just had to find out in front an entire production crew and our staff. Was that your ideal time?" He's pissed but he's also hurt. Hurt that you would hide this from him.

"I'm sorry, Min. I am really. I was just scared that you wouldn't..."

"That I wouldn't what?" He snaps at you.

"You wouldn't approve of it."

beat

His eyes soften looking at you. He looks to Changbin.

"Do you love her?"

"I love her"

It was the first time you heard him say he loved you. It wasn't the way he imagined it going. Minho sighs looking at you again, he can tell it was your first time hearing this too.

"Okay.... If you so much as lay a hand on her or do anything to break her heart, i will break your fingers off one by one, and you'll never lift a weight again, got it?" Minho has a hand on his shoulder and a finger pointing in his face like a parent scolding a child.

Jisung has been stuck in same pose for the last 20 minutes with his jaw slack to the floor while clutching his hand over his heart. You're right there with him ever since you heard Changbin say 'I love her'.

Minho moves to open the car to put his bag in the back, unfortunately you're still frozen in place and haven't unlocked.

"You know the least you could do is feed me now?" He looks at you gesturing the car keys in hand. He grabs the keys from you to unlock the car now. He hugs you for a moment before patting changbin on the shoulder.

You look at Changbin who is matching the flush on your face. He kisses your forehead trying to bring you out of your state of shock.

" You know 'I love you, too' would've been nice to hear ," He laughs taking the keys and walking to the passenger side to usher you in "But I'll wait."

[thebearer]

wife thinks carmy is late because of the restaurant even though he said he would be home, but he’s actually late cause he stopped to get her flowers 🫶🏻🥹

love your work! i hope your school year goes well. remember to take breaks 💗

thank you so much! first week already done so hoping it's a good semester :) hope you enjoy this!!!

You were furious. No, beyond that. You were enraged, a new kind of fury that left you just bristling and boiling with pure anger when you looked at the time, at your phone.

Carmen was supposed to be home an hour ago, and while you knew Chicago was busy and bustling- you also knew the few blocks from the restaurant did not take that long.

Carmen stayed late again. At the restaurant.

Your blood boiled with the thought.

It wasn't like you had anything planned, not really. A nice night in. Maybe watch a movie. Maybe actually get to have sex. You'd had an everything shower to prepare, put on the panties that always had him blushing and grinning with excitement when he saw them. For once, not a morning quickie that was rushed, or tired, half hearted thrusts when he finally did come home at night.

It was supposed to be your night. Your time together.

The deadbolt turned, your eyes cutting to the door.

"Hey, baby," Carmen smiled, bustling through with carry out bags from the restaurant- an apology meal, you were sure.

"Hi," You quipped, eyes narrowed at him.

"You good?" Carmen's brows furrowed, looking at you carefully. "What's'a matter, baby?"

"You said you'd be home an hour ago, Carm." You pouted, the whine in your voice making his heart lurch. "I've been waiting, and you didn't even text me? Why?"

"'m sorry. I-I, fuck, I should've texted you. I just..." The crinkling of cellophane accompanied his tone, pleading eyes, when he revealed the flowers. A beautiful bouquet of peonies, roses, lilies, and the other accent flowers that tied them all together.

Your face melted, features dropping in surprise- pleased and melting away any irritation you had. "I wanted to get you some since I know I've been working a lot, and-and you've just been... really cool about it." You blushed at his words, mumblings as his eyes flickered from you to the bouquet. "I spent longer in the shop than I meant to, and-and I'm sorry. I just-"

"-They're beautiful." You cooed, creeping closer to him, looking carefully at the flowers. "Did you... You picked these?"

Carmen's cheeks heated, nodding sheepishly. "Yeah. Well, I-I mean, the flower guy helped me, like, get the colors all right, but yeah." His eyes cut to yours. "You like 'em?"

You grinned, a swooning, love drunk smile when you pressed yourself into him, careful not to crush the flowers when your lips slid over his. "They're so beautiful. Thank you." You muttered, nose rubbing against his lightly.

Carmen laid the flowers down on the counter, pressing you against the counter top, his lips hungry on yours, hands sliding down your frame slowly.

[imagine-a-life-like-this]

Not My Boyfriend : Teaser

Word Count : 0.7k

Warnings : drinking, swearing, mention of heartbreak, jealousy, arguing

A/N : I don't have an official release date for this story yet, but I wanted to get a teaser out for you. I want to finish Changbin's story before I start on this one, so hopefully the epilogue will be out soon and I can start this one! I'm really excited to share what I've been working on. Hope you enjoy!

          “Cheers to you!” She clinked glasses with Hongjoong, a smile spreading across her face as the two of them downed their respective shots. “I really am proud of you. You’ve been working so hard for this.” She placed a hand on his arm, giving him a sincere look so he knew she was serious.

            “Thank you, Y/n. I wouldn’t have been able to do it if it wasn’t for you, though.” She cocked her head to the side, raising an eyebrow at him, urging him to go on, tell him how she helped. He chuckled, shaking his head at her. “You really don’t know?”

            “How am I supposed to know, Kim Hongjoong?” She questioned, bringing her face closer to his. Hongjoong chuckled again, pushing her face away from his. “Tell me.” She pouted. And he knew he was going to tell her everything the second he saw it. As if her pout was a superpower. Drawing out any and all secrets you’ve kept hidden.

            “The theme for this exhibit was love and heartbreak.” He started slowly. Realization hit her and she took a step back. His name fell from her lips and he shook his head. “Y/n, I loved you in high school. Idiot.”

            “Oh.” She giggled.

            “And in the first year of university. But you met Minho and I moved on.” Hongjoong added with a laugh, taking a sip of his drink. “I like someone else now, but I the idea of a first love and the feeling of letting that go, I knew it would be a success.”

            “So what you’re saying is I should get half the profits.” Y/n teased.

            “I hate you.”

            “No you don’t.” Y/n said as she linked their arms, smiling over at Hongjoong. He smiled back at her, sliding her drink farther from her, telling her she’s had enough. “Look at you caring about me. How did I never notice?”

            “This is me being a friend. But you’re oblivious. You’ll never realize when someone likes you, no matter how obvious they make it.”

~

            Minho saw them from afar when he burst into the bar. Watched for a minute as they laughed and got too close for his liking. The way she was far too comfortable with him, a man that wasn’t him.

            He started walking towards them, fire in his veins, only seeing red. Hongjoong saw him first, and turned to whisper something to Y/n. She turned, and when their eyes met, it was like the world stopped. His anger melted and all that was left was jealousy. “Minho?” She seemed confused. Of course she would be. This was supposed to be her night out with her friend. But why didn’t she tell him the friend would be a guy?

            “Time to go home.” He said simply, grabbing her hand and dragging her out of the bar. She said goodbye to Hongjoong as she was dragged away. Part of her was angry that he would come and pull her away from her friend. But another part was swooning. Hopeful that her feelings weren’t one sided. But she stopped herself from feeling anything but anger. Stopped herself from feeling hopeful that they could be anything more than what they are.

            “Okay can you tell me what the fuck that was?” She asked, pulling her hand away, and crossing her arms over her chest. Minho turned around to face her, his anger and jealousy obvious.

            “When you said you were grabbing drinks with a friend I thought you meant a girl. Who the fuck even is that guy hmm?” She scoffed.

            “Hongjoong. You know him. We went to university together.” The name sounded familiar to Minho. One of the many guys that hung around her. One of the many guys that had feelings for her. Minho would know because he was one of them too.

            “That still doesn’t explain why you told me you were grabbing drinks with a friend after work instead of just telling me it was Hongjoong.” Minho countered. “If you two are really just friends, there would be no reason to hide that.”

            “Oh my god Minho. You’re not my boyfriend! It doesn’t matter who I grab drinks with. Who my friends are. Who I spend the day texting. You. Are. Not. My. Boyfriend.”

            “Well if you would pick up on my damn hints, I fucking would be!”

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[elusive---ivory]

Yandere!Superhero x Reader

I wanted to see what would happen if I made someone that's supposed to protect people, then make them yandere. Muahahaha. TW: yandere tendencies, manipulation, power

He's a bird! He's a plane! Nope, he's your neighborhood-friendly superhero. He's the strongest and most courageous man. Men and women swoon over such a generous and kind-hearted hero. His powers are limitless, and he can fly higher than the sky itself.

He'd never believed that he would be able to save the world. Of course, there's the Villain of the story, but he's just as harmless as the Hero. The Hero is a very social person and practically knows everyone in the city by name.

However, he had his eyes set on a very special person.

You were new in town, and excited to see the big city. People were nice and kind. You could see yourself blending in well with the community. Little did you know, you lived right next to the sun-powered superhero, Solar Man.

Sunny was thrilled to have a new neighbor. He had a good reputation with the folks he lived around.

To him, it was always fun to meet new people. When he knocked on your door, and he saw you, he was speechless. He had a pie that his old lady neighbor had baked, which he promptly dropped. You smiled, gently, helping him pick what's left of the pie off the floor.

"Ah, butterfingers." He smiled brightly. "I'm glad we were able to save this pie!"

You laugh. "Oh, absolutely, Cherry is my favorite."

He could melt in the memories that made him fonder of you. It was charming to have a superhero look over the city, but he carefully selected you. You were the only thing on his mind. He dropped down to where your apartment. He was now wearing his superhero outfit, a bright blue jumpsuit with painted-on sunbeams. He appeared at your balcony with a smug look.

You smirked, seeing through his superhero disguise. "Sunny? Is that you?"

He let out a heroic laugh. "Sunny? Oh no, citizen, I am Solar Man; protector of the innocent."

You chuckle to yourself. Unlike the people of this town, you immediately saw through his cheesy superhero disguise. You were the only person that cared for the safety of the Hero. He's spent his life serving others, but he feels like it's his destiny to serve you.

His obsession starts out so innocently. You were his best friend after all. But, as he got closer to you. Sunny started feeling a burdened feeling. If there was any other person, then he'd be fine. He'd be great even, but his feelings for you were so strong. You were seeing different guys and girls throughout the city. However, you didn't feel any connection with them, like you did with Sunny.

He knew it, too. He was broken up by his heartache until the Villain showed up. His nemesis used his weakness against him. You were captured by Victor.

Victor kept you in his very 'well-hidden' lair, where the Hero has been multiple times. You weren't alarmed, but you were cautious of your surroundings.

The Hero arrived, with much haste, but there was something different about him. His eyes were much darker, and his expression was that of rage.

"Ah, Solar-man, it's time you see what happens when things don't go according to your plan." Victor yelled out.

Sunny swooped up Victor and started throwing him in the air, then punching him into the ground. He started punching Victor over and over until he was completely purple with bruises.

Sunny stopped himself. He could look behind Victor and see his reflection. He turned to see your horrified expression. You could tell that he'd gone too far.

Sunny solemnly looked over at you, completely mortified by his actions. "...I'm so sorry... I should've been there to protect you."

You sigh, and hold him close. "I can protect myself, Sunny. I can see the stress is getting to you. Maybe you should take a break from Solar Man for a while."

His expression softens as he holds you close. He smiles gently. "Maybe you're right. But, just know that I would do anything for you. Anything.."

[helloiamadrawer]

Bf Aoyama stuff (AGED UP FOR NSFW)

SFW

Bf! Aoyama✨ would always show off for you in ways that make you blush like crazy, using more French in his sentences (cause he knows you like it 😳), a sparkly wink from across the room, surprise entrances in his fabulous hero costume, sending you flowers when he's gone for training (don't ask how he does that it's a secret lol)

Bf! Aoyama✨ is a gentleman, holding the door for you, asking if he could kiss you (ajdheizhdjs), even when he first met you he took a gentle hold of your hand and pecked (I'm melting this is so cute ahhh 🥰)

Bf! Aoyama✨ loooveees holding eye contact with you, even turning it into a cute staring competition which he always wins at, you can't help that his eyes were always so shiny like a night sky full of the brightest stars in the galaxy swoons mentally

Bf! Aoyama✨ gives the best kisses that will have you wanting more, it's like he's almost an expert of the art, some are quick but lingering on your lips after he pulls away, the next would be full of passion once he comes back from missions for a few days or so. His lips are comfortably warm and soft sometimes that you wish you couldn't let go ahhh

Bf Aoyama✨ secretly finds it sweet when you try to protect him/support him. Although you both would do that back and forth constantly. When Aoyama's quirk reaches his limit, you leapfrog right in front so it's your turn with the villain. And when you're down on the ground, he gets his time to shine, it's like 'I scratch your back, you scratch mine' kinda thing.

Bf Aoyama's ✨ poses are so silly but you can't help to try and cut him off with a compliment that will make him blush profusely until he gets you alone to playfully berate you after.

Bf Aoyama✨ doesn't really care if he wants to be big spoon or little spoon while cuddling (unless you have a preference ofc) as long as he gets to spend time with you is all that matters and if you wanna spice it up as well~

NSFW AHEAD after the split

Bf Aoyama ✨ is never afraid to moan in your ear during sex, he was a little (a lot) insecure about it at first, but when he knew it made you moan louder/ turning you on even more, its a boost to his ego and made sure to note that mentally every time you two go at it

Bf Aoyama ✨ will leave love bites wherever he pleases starting with your neck then growing down to your shoulders, stomach and then finally your thighs. you tell him not to make so many but he always says the same sentences..

"Oh non~did i get carried away again✨?"

"How else am I supposed to show the world that i love you ma cherie? :>"

Bf Aoyama ✨ prefers slow and sensual sex for the most plentiful of reasons:

going down on you until you cant take it anymore his face soaked from your pussy overstimulating all over him (doesn't mind it at all)

showing you many new positions he can perform reach a new height of pleasure you have never experienced before

definitely not the way you two can spend hours just fucking in every room in yall's house

all in all, he wants to remind you how much he loves you with every movement of his pelvis to the sweet nothings he whispers in your ear and trust the pain is all worth it.

Bf Aoyama ✨ french kisses like a king..his tongue moves like velvet in your mouth, one of the many things he does to make you plummet to submission

Topping Bf Aoyama ✨ untll he's a fucking mess, you ride him slow, he's out of commission, best believe you love to milk his cock until he cant cum anymore and the sweet sounds he makes ughhh just praise him of how good he's doing as you pepper his face/chest/neck with kisses and he might just cum on the spot

[t0ta11y-n0t-cup1d]

!!!!! hi !!! :) can u maybe write rise leo & donnie hcs (separate pls) with a reader who's super affectionate and just loves tf out of them.!!! like!!! reader is head over heels!!!

also i hate that u were self conscious while writing totally platonic ;( it was so great, i rly like the way u wrote it!!!🥹 made me feel all warm n' fuzzy n' shit

Touchy-Feely

꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡ (seperate) don + leo hcs w a supez affectionate reader!!! (physical touch, gift-giving, words of affirmation)

req ;; yes/no

g/n reader!! they/them prns

warnings ;; swearing, kinda ooc??

leo ;;

- so leo is naturally ALL over people he loves (think climbing all over raph, draping himself over mikey + donnie, etc)

- it'd be really accurate to say he's the same way with you!

- whenever you're in the lair, or just around the turtles/leo, you are going to be snatched up and there is nothing you can do about it!

- standing up? okay, leo's just gonna wrap his arms round your waist and lean his head on your shoulder.

- sitting down? either you're sitting in his lap or he's sitting in yours— or, he sits on the floor beside you so that he can lean his head on your thighs (i love doing that)

- laying in bed? CUDDLE TIME!

- that's all just to say that leo himself is very physically affectionate ;; if he got the chance he'd hold onto you and never let go

- with leo's self-esteem problems, i think it really helps to have a partner who's super affectionate!

- leo's the kinda guy to have doubts/ be like 'why are you even with me? i'm so lame and my brothers/literally anyone is so much better than me'

- so to have someone who time and time again shows how much they love him and proves that they only have eyes for him?

- it actually really helps! of course, those thoughts do come back sometimes, but it's nothing that a few kisses and a cuddle session can't fix!

- not to mention how you're always, always willing to tell him own much you love him!! because you do, you love him very much and will do anything to get those bad thoughts out of his head

- if he ever feels bad about himself or something he did, he always comes to you to get some comfort bc you comfort him in the best way

- like i wrote in Totally Platonic, leo's prone to subconsciously wagging his tail, making chittering/churring sounds at you, even fluttering his fingers around your cheeks bc red-eared slider DNA go brrr

- something that i think leo would be self-conscious of is money and ish, bc its not like he can really get much?? with the whole turtle situation

- but you, of course, being the angel you are, constantly reassures him that you don't need materialistic things for him to prove his love! you just want him, not anything else

- he sobs on the spot

- leo's the type of guy to fall HARD, so to know you're the same way? to know that you're as crazy about him as he is about you?

- he swoons, and wonders what he might've done to deserve such a wonderful partner.

- (literally save the world twice but who's counting?)

donnie ;;

- everybody, EVERYBODY KNOWS that donnie ain't a very touch-oriented guy, so at the start of the relationship, he'd deffo be overwhelmed by all the love and might ask you to tone it down (not in a mean way)

- once he gets comfortable tho he's all up for affection and cuddles :))

- you do ruin his bad-boy image tho. how is this man supposed to be dark and mysterious when your sweet self is out here making him absolutely melt???

- donnie typically shows his love through gifts and words!!!

- alike leo, he could spend HOURS singing your praise and just saying everything he loves about you (he's actually made a list organized by his most favourite qualities alphabetically.)

- i personally think that for donnie, being a middle child, he didn't get too much attention and we know for a FACT that he yearns for praise and love

- so you KNOW he's going feral if you so much as say 'wow, that's cool!' to one of his inventions

- donnie, while a little overwhelmed by all the love you show him, is really happy to have it

- don can get really stressed when doing his experiments/making his inventions, so it helps to have you around!!

- comes to you for cuddles and to rant when stuff doesn't go his way or an experiment fails

- DEFFO appreciates how affectionate and lovey-dovey you are.

- (also like leo) he can get down in the dumps and insecure bc he believes that his tech is the only 'useful' thing about himself

- so to hear you constantly being like "ahhh my bf!!! my wonderful talented smart funny bf!!!! my love my light of my life!!! i love you i love you i love you :DD" to him really brought up his spirits

- how could they not?? you're just too cute and so sweet!!

- it also helps if he feels kinda insecure in public!! people trying to flirt w you? you don't even notice because you're too busy looking at donnie.

- donnie totes makes you gifts and stuff (little robot to help you out w chores, maybe one to remind you every day how much he loves you :])

- unlike leonardo however, don prefers to keep pda to a minimum;; he likes having certain things to himself and in private

- that doesn't mean that he don't love it tho!!! he just prefers that some stuff stays behind walls

A/N ;; SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!! but thank you so much for the request :DD im so eepy jssbbfjs,,,, anyway MEOWSSSS can't wait to work on more fics :]] they might come (even) slower tho bc im starting classes again (AGHHHHHHH)

LUV FROM ;; CUPEZ

[rems-writing]

The prettiest Slytherin

Pairing: Slytherin!Seonghwa × Hufflepuff!oc

Summary: Park Seonghwa is considered untouchable. However, one person can make him fall to his knees. And boy will he do anything for his one and only darling

Warning(s): An oc (original character) named Ajax, simp!Seonghwa (he's so down bad lol), stereotyping (when it comes to the Hogwarts houses lol)

Genre: Fluff with sprinkles of spice and suggestive themes

Nets: @blossomnet @mirohs-aurora-society

Thank you to @bunnliix for helping me decide which name I should pick for my oc

Slytherins are known for being cunning, ambitious, and straight up rude while Hufflepuffs are known to be humble, hardworking, and willing to compromise in order to avoid conflict.

The one thing these houses share in common however? Loyalty.

Park Seonghwa carried the traits of a Slytherin. Minus the rudeness. He was known by many things. Handsome, beautiful, perfect, funny, and kind. The one thing he is however, according to most of the students, including his fellow Slytherin peers?

Untouchable.

Many women wanted him while many men wanted to be him. Hence, the occasional jealous look every time he walked across the hallways to either a class or the grand hall for a simple meal.

Today was just another day for Seonghwa. As he made his way to his next class, he was stopped by his little group of fangirls.

They called themselves shinestars since his name translates to "To be a star" and his name backwards means Mars.

As he gave them his award-winning smile and used his charismatic charm on the already swooning girls, one of them approached him with a bit of fear in her eyes.

"Um... Seonghwa, you need to watch out."

"For what, babe?"

The girl melted before she regained her composure. He had a way with words.

"Apparently, we have a new Hufflepuff student. And before you can assume..."

She looked around to see if that student was listening. When she made sure the coast was clear, she leaned in to whisper softly.

"He's not your average Hufflepuff. In fact... he's probably the scariest one."

The other girls agreed while Seonghwa grew curious.

"Who is this 'scary' Hufflepuff if I may ask?"

All the girls quickly shushed him and tried to move on from this supposed touchy subject. He was slightly annoyed since his interest was piqued. However, he let the girls fawn over him before he made his way to his all-time favorite class.

Astrology.

He sat down in his usual seat and read his textbook, occasionally stopping to say hi to his fellow classmates. As he read his textbook and prepared for class, he felt a presence beside him.

"Ayo. Is this seat taken?"

An American accent. With a deep voice. Seonghwa looked up to see who spoke.

His knees buckled even though he was seated.

Black hair swept back, cold eyes, a clenched jaw, and hands that carried way too much. There were textbooks, notebooks, and his wand in both palms. Afraid his patience was growing thin, Seonghwa quickly spoke, although his voice cracked.

"Of course! You may sit here."

Seonghwa shut his mouth and cringed at the way he sounded overly excited. Luckily, the guy nodded firmly and sat next to him. Seonghwa peeked over at which house he was in and his throat went dry.

The Hufflepuff crest was on his robe. And there was yellow on the inside of his black robe.

This was the 'scary' Hufflepuff the girls were talking about earlier.

But he didn't seem scary.

"Um... so the accent. Are you... from America?"

The guy nodded and Seonghwa took a mental note of that before continuing to speak with him.

"I assume you transferred from Ilvermorny?"

"You could say that. But to put it lightly, I got kicked out of there. For what? I don't fucking know."

The bluntness and abrasiveness of the man's tone caught Seonghwa off guard but the Slytherin found himself being intrigued by him even more.

"I'm sorry that you were unjustly kicked out of there. But allow me to welcome you into Hogwarts."

Seonghwa mustered up his best smile and stuck out his hand. The guy slowly turned to him and shook his hand. Seonghwa almost melted under his touch.

"My name is Park Seonghwa, head boy of Slytherin!" He used his usual introduction but unlike the other first encounters with new students, his hand became clammy the longer it stayed in the guy's hand.

"I'm Ajax."

The man, now known as Ajax, introduced himself shortly and Seonghwa nodded before letting go of his hand quickly.

"Sorry! My hand is a bit sweaty. I don't know why. Maybe it's hot in here. Heh heh!"

Ajax quirked an eyebrow at Seonghwa as he saw the young boy wipe his palm on his robe.

"It's fine."

That was the last thing he said before turning to his textbook. Seonghwa could've sworn he heard Ajax mumble under his breath as the Slytherin fumbled to open his notebook.

Did the 'scary' Hufflepuff call him cute?

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"Ooh! Seonghwa is down bad~"

His friends laughed at and teased him while Seonghwa rolled his eyes and tried to calm his blushing face down.

"Quit it, Wooyoung!"

The loud Hufflepuff giggled and kept eating.

Seonghwa had seven other friends. There was Hongjoong and Mingi from Ravenclaw, San and Jongho from Gryffindor, and Yunho, Yeosang, and Wooyoung from Hufflepuff.

"What? Woo's just stating the obvious, Hwa." Yeosang teased him and Seonghwa groaned dramatically as he sipped on his drink.

Wooyoung's teasing was bad. When Yeosang joined, it was pure chaos. And he's usually the calmer Hufflepuff.

"I have dated both men and women, but never have I felt this way about anyone until he came along." Seonghwa ranted as Hongjoong patted his back.

"Perhaps this could be the one for you. Why not ask him out?"

"Joong, be serious. Hwa can't do anything without that gaggle of girls breathing down his neck." Mingi said bluntly and Hwa sadly agreed.

"They'll most likely push Hwa away from him."

"MINGI!"

"What?! You know I'm right!"

Indeed he was.

Every time Seonghwa tried to approach Ajax, his fangirls would whisk him away. They think they're protecting him but really, they're annoying him. And even if Seonghwa was able to approach Ajax, Ajax would simply roll his eyes and say something horrible like 'Go back to ya lil fangirls' or 'Don't be caught with me unless you want to be unpopular or whatever' before walking away.

Seonghwa knew Ajax didn't mean anything by it yet it still hurt.

He was starting to hate his reputation as the untouchable Slytherin.

"Oop! Look out, Hwa. Here he comes~" San teased him and Seonghwa immediately looked up. His heart began racing upon seeing the sight of him.

His hair was tousled, his robe was open and revealed a white tank top and black slacks, and his eyes were sharp as he hurried over to... wherever he was going.

Before he had the chance to say anything, Yeosang spoke up.

"YO! AJAX! OVER HERE!"

Ajax stopped and saw his fellow Hufflepuff peer waving over at him before sighing and walking over to where Yeosang was.

Imagine his surprise when he sees Seonghwa staring at him with wide eyes and an almost red face. As he sat next to Yunho, he nodded over to Seonghwa, who was nudged by Jongho so the Slytherin can face him.

"You friends with these guys?"

Seonghwa nodded nervously, waiting for another unintentional insult. His heart raced even faster when he saw Ajax smiling slightly.

"That's cool. I hope you don't mind if I spend the rest of my break with you guys."

"That's totally fine!"

Everyone laughed at Seonghwa's excited outburst while Ajax's smile never left his face.

The lunch break still went on and over the course of it, Ajax sat closer to Seonghwa. Seonghwa was a bundle of nerves as he got flustered over everything. From reaching over him to grab something from one of his friends to accidentally brushing against his shoulder to reach for his bag that was behind him.

The nerves got worse when Ajax leaned in to whisper in Seonghwa's ear.

"Meet me outside the dorms and in one of the hidden rooms after everyone goes to bed. We need to talk."

TALK?!

WHAT THE FUCK DID THIS INSANELY HOT MAN WANT TO TALK ABOUT?!

"Um... ok." Seonghwa agreed quietly and Ajax smirking before continuing to speak with the rest of the guys.

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Seonghwa fidgeted nervously as he paced back and forth in the hidden room Ajax informed him about later that night.

What did he want to talk about?

Did he find out about his crush on him?

Just what was going on.

A pair of hands landed on his waist and he was pulled back into a broad chest. A pair of lips ghosted over his ear.

"Hey."

Seonghwa turned around and sighed dreamily upon seeing his boyfriend in the moonlight.

"We don't have to pretend. We're alone now. Come here."

Ajax brought Seonghwa into a warm hug as he spoke softly, which was uncharacteristic of him. Seonghwa gladly returned the hug and looked up at him with big boba eyes.

"I know you didn't mean what you said earlier, but it still hurts."

"I know, mon chère. I know. It's hard to say those things every time I look at you. Those stupid fangirls of yours are relentless! They already painted me as a bad guy and I've been here for a week."

Ajax connected his forehead with Seonghwa's and he sighed shakily.

"I wish we didn't have to hide ourselves. I hate being called untouchable. I hate my reputation. I just want to love you openly!" Seonghwa was upset as he ranted and he swore he felt himself about to cry.

Ajax sighed and brought Seonghwa into a tender and passionate kiss. It was full of love and desperation. Ajax grabbed under Seonghwa's thighs and lifted him so he could wrap his long legs around his waist. As Ajax laid Seonghwa down on the bed, both men thought back to how they first met whilst they slowly undressed each other.

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THREE MONTHS AGO

Seonghwa was waiting for his date to arrive. It had been a while since he last went on a date, let alone a blind one. He was so busy with finals that he forgot that he had a life to live. With the help of his friends, he was dressed in a pristine black three-piece suit with chrome silver jewelry everywhere, ranging from the rings on his delicate fingers to the earrings that Hongjoong made for him.

It had been 30 minutes since Seonghwa arrived at the restaurant and as his patience grew thin, his hope was slowly dying. As he brought out his phone to play games, he felt a presence loom in front of him as they sat across from the table he was seated at.

On the table was Seonghwa's birth flower.

A small bouquet of daises.

"I'm sorry I'm late. Traffic was bad and I had to retrieve my motorcycle from the shop."

A woman's voice wasn't supposed to sound deep...

Seonghwa looked up and he swore it was love at first sight when he saw this god-like man stand in front of him.

Black hair that was swept back, soft brown eyes, and the kindest smile that would make anyone fall in love.

"Oh! I-It's no problem. I'm just glad you m-made it."

Seonghwa cringed at the way he stuttered and the man laughed slightly.

'Oh God... even his laugh is dreamy. Stop it, Hwa!'

Seonghwa practically drooled when the man took off his leather jacket, leaving him in a black dressed shirt that had the sleeves folded up to reveal muscular forearms.

One of them had a half sleeve.

Seonghwa didn't mean to stare at the intricacy of the inked art for too long but apparently, he did since the man decided to tease him.

"What? Got a thing for tats or something?"

Seonghwa blushed and looked away in embarrassment. It was already bad enough that he was caught.

The man would, for sure, freak out if he ever caught a glimpse of the boner that Seonghwa shamefully tried to readjust under the table.

"Well... I certainly do now."

The man laughed and stuck his hand out.

"I'm Ajax. Nice to meet you."

Seonghwa will definitely remember that name for as long as he shall live.

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PRESENT TIME

Ajax was sitting on the edge of the bed, head in his hands as he carded his fingers through his hair. He was deep in thought about everything when he felt slender arms wrap around his shoulders and a pair of plush lips kiss his nape softly.

The same plush lips that screamed his name over and over as they were tangled in the sheets.

"Everything ok, J?"

Ajax's heart fluttered in his chest at the nickname Seonghwa gave him. He sighed and turned around to face his boyfriend before caressing his face.

"Yeah I'm ok. I'm just... lost in thought."

"What are you thinking about?"

"Everything. I don't want to pressure you into revealing our relationship, but at the same time, I don't want you hanging around those girls and allowing them to push me away!"

"I don't do that though -"

"You know what I mean, Hwa."

Seonghwa sighed and brought Ajax back to bed before straddling him and kissing him deeply. As he pulled away, he was satisfied with the way Ajax's lips were swollen from the heated kisses they shared together.

"After this week passes, I will make sure to tell everyone, including my stupid fan club in the Slytherin house, that I am taken. I am so in love with you, Ajax. I will not let this go on any longer. If anyone has a problem with it, too bad. Because you are mine. And I am yours."

Ajax saw the fire and determination in Seonghwa's eyes and smirked before leaning in to kiss along the side of Seonghwa's slender neck. The man moaned loudly as he felt his boyfriend leave hickies on the smooth skin. He retracted his head and smirked before pulling out his wand and waving it over his tatted forearm to reveal the one sign that is an indication of his love for him.

A tattoo with his initials.

Decked out in black and green ink, Seonghwa traced that tat with his fingertips.

PSH

Seonghwa felt tears come to his eyes and Ajax noticed his trembling form before he brought him into a hug.

"They say you're untouchable. Well... wait until you see their reaction when they realize that this 'scary' Hufflepuff bagged the prettiest Slytherin in all of Hogwarts." Ajax stated proudly.

"We'll show them, my darling. We'll show them." Seonghwa stated proudly before he fell back into the arms of his beloved Hufflepuff.

[aokoaoi]

Shuri x fem!reader request where she catches her as she’s falling somewhere relatively high? I just melt at the idea of Shuri just catching the reader mid-fall, not like a trip, like an *actual* fall; Shuri has the Black Panther powers (she’s super agile, great reflexes, can clearly move quickly, and I thinkkk would be decently strong) so she should get to put those powers use, dang it! Oh, and would it be cool if the reader is just like “oh. wow.” swoon and not really concerned at all while Shuri’s just freaking out (like “Are you OKAY?!? Are you HURT!!?!”)? I loveee smug/cool Shuri sm but having uncool/nervous/worried/sweet Shuri is such a rarity that I really love it. AND thank you so much for all your Shuri x Reader content. It’s genuinely so hard to find non-smut content of her and you just write her so well!

𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧?

pairings : shuri x fem!reader.

authors note : im so sorry this took so long😭! I had a hard time writing for this request, my creativity and motivation wasn't really participating so this is just very horrible💀

Your glare hardened on the enemies masked face as they inched closer to you, grabbing the stolen spear a Dora Milaje once held. You inhaled sharply, grabbing your own weapon tightly as you began to walk backwards, not noticing the edge of the cliff behind you.

Not wasting anytime, you striked your spear. The invader ducks, and a mammal behind them emerged and jumped on you. Your sword pierced through the animal instead, and it furiously let's out a pained roar.

The mammals impact on you semd you both backwards, and onto the edge of the cliff. Your eyes widened in realization when your foot felt nothing but air, and the mammals frightened look seemed like they realized it too.

The animal roared slightly as you pushed it away from you with harsh force, watching as it fell more faster than you.

You choked back a scream as you hyperventilated, unsure of what to do. Will you die? God no, you hope not. You'd rather die fighting enemies rather than a fucking mammal.

Your eyes stayed on the ground as the wind wiped on your face, your eyes dilated.

Your breath quickly hitched when you saw something from your peripheral vision, specifically, a black form from the sides of the cliff as it swiftly jumped on you.

A surprised yelp escaped your mouth when you were forcefully pushed to the side by someone's body engulfing your own. Your beloved savior clawed at another edge of a cliff, making a God awful scratching noise in your ears.

At the sound of the scratching, it gave you a clew who the hell decided to jump on a cliff to save you.

Shuris body collided with the rocky surface as she protected you from it by shielding you with her form. You breathed in a deep inhale, rocky huffing as you looked up to her.

Her black panther mask revealed her face, watching as she looked at you with worry as if she hadn't just threw herself on bulky rocks. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" She hurriedly asked.

You shook your head incredulously, looking at her ridiculously. "..did you just fucking jump off a cliff to save me?"

Shuri opens her mouth to respond, but nothing came out. Her head tilted as if saying 'yeah, duh?'

"What was I supposed to do?" She questioned you, her hand on your waist gripping tightly as she looked down below you two. Her other hand remaind clawing at the side of the cliff.

You merely let out a chuckle, completely trying to forget the fact you were almost gonna die five seconds ago. Your head buried against the girls neck, letting out a sigh of 'holy shit im alive'.

"My love and savior."

Shuri sweatdrops at your words, unsure of how to feel. "Are you sure you didn't hit your head..?" She trails off, and you slightly grinned at her.

"I'm fine. I just fell off a cliff, that's all. You should be more worried about that damn mammal who attacked me." Shuri winced at that, glancing down as if she was looking for the said mammal.

"..yeah."

A few breaths exchanged, and a spark went out in your head. "Shuri how the fuck will we get back up." You removed your head from her shoulders, looking at her incredulously.

She looks at you the same way, eyes wide. "You know how to climb right?"

"Shuri im not some fucking superhuman with panther abilities."

"I'm sure they'll find us here."

"Baby, what the actual fuck."

Shuri grins arlt the nickname, booping your nose with her own slyly. "Say that again?" She hums, coyly looking down at your lips.

You playfully slapped her shoulder, but then ended up letting out a surprised noise when you slightly slipped from her hold. Your arm quickly wrapped around her neck, afraid of falling again.

"Please get us out of this cliff. This'll forever leave a scar onto my memory."

"Hey, it's your fault. You let that tiger tackle you."

"It was a tiger?"

"..it wasn't?"

THAT SHOULD BE MEEEEE AAAUUUUGHHHHHHHHH

[beevean]

2, hector/isaac i beg - innocent devil

…goodnight.

Another long, grueling day of work had come to an end. Dusting off the gem powder from their uniforms, Hector and Isaac returned to the safety of their bedrooms.

"Wait, it's too cold outside," piped Isaac with a smile. "How about we sleep together? Unless you're tired of me..."

Isaac's excuses were more and more thinly-veiled. It was all part of their little game they had going on: Hector pretended to think about it, only because he didn't want to spoil Isaac too much.

"I don't know, you are quite a handful..." Before Isaac's smile could vanish, he outstretched his hand, which was promptly grabbed. "But it is cold outside, so I'll have to make do."

Sometimes, Hector wondered why they couldn't be plain with each other, like the adults they'd soon become. The right words were stuck in his throat, ready to come out, but he had grown too used to speaking Isaac's warped language.

After many years, he could understand him, and everything he said without his forked tongue.

There was no better lullaby than the roaring of the wind rattling the glasses of the window, when Hector was protected under the covers of his bed and had Isaac lying close to him, warmer than a purring cat. The nights spent hiding in the forest, because the frigid cold and the damp soil were still better than his parents, were a distant memory that no longer touched him.

"Hectorrrrr," Isaac crooned, passing a finger up and down Hector's arm - despite the heat, his skin prickled into goosebumps at the touch. "Are you still thinking? Don't you ever get tired of working that smart brain of yours?"

Hector could have retorted with a joke. Asked him if he felt so lonely he had to beg for attention. Deny and simply say he was attempting to fall asleep. But something in Isaac's eyes, large and crystalline, that reflected his thoughts more than perhaps the other boy would have liked, made his stomach flip, and unledge his throat.

"I'm just happy to have found this place."

Isaac cocked his head in curiosity.

"It's... I never thought I'd be here. That I'd sleep peacefully in my own bed, with no one to wake me up. That I'd be doing something to be appreciated for. That I could be free to be myself without fear. That..." Hector smiled. "I'd have a real friend."

"Well," Isaac attempted to smirk, and he would almost look like his sky self, were it not for the blush creeping on his freckled cheeks, "aren't you in a swooning mood today."

"Yeah." And no longer caring about any silly game, Hector leaned closer, and kissed Isaac on his smart mouth, and he was so still that Hector nearly feared to have misjudged everything and maybe ruined what they had, but then Isaac cupped the back of his head and the world melted away.

When they separated, Isaac was all wide eyes and cheeks as red as his hair. For once, he was almost cute.

"Goodnight, Isaac. Thanks for... for... everything, I suppose."

"Uhm... yeah. Goodnight, Hector."

Isaac had no sarcastic answer, this time. He did, however, embrace Hector more tightly, as they drifted off to sleep.

[abiiors]

Small Comforts

Hello and welcome aboard the self-indulgence train

cw: blood, reader (and the writer) being a bit pathetic

The second your alarm rings in the morning you know something’s wrong. 

The wetness between your legs feels sticky and uncomfortable, already running down your thighs. The wheels in your head begin to turn, doing mental calculations hoping against hope that this is not what you think it is. But then the first stab of pain hits and you know you’re doomed. You know once you peel back the duvet, what you will see will be carnage. 

And oh god, Ross’s pristine white bedsheets…

You close your eyes tightly as a flush of shame and mortification creeps up your neck. This is the third time you’ve stayed over at his place, the third time you’ve woken up in his bed right next to him. It’s supposed to be romantic and butterfly-inducing, yet here you are, frantically searching for a plan of action. 

He turns around, still half-asleep and puts his arm around you, about to pull you close. And you feel yourself flinch away abruptly. 

‘Good morning?’ Ross cracks an eye open, still sleepy and clearly confused. On any other day, you would have swooned at how beautiful his morning voice is, deep and scratchy from disuse, how cute he looks with his eyes all soft and sleepy. But the panic in your chest compounds. 

What if he’s really squeamish about blood? What if he’s easily disgusted by it? What if he’s mad about the bedsheets? 

‘I’m sorry,’ you whisper, ‘it completely slipped my mind, I'm so sorry. I—’

‘Hold on,’ he interrupts, eyebrows furrowed and eyes wide open, ‘baby, I have no idea what’s going on.’

Because of course, you gave him no context before launching into your apologies. So you scrunch your eyes tightly and wince as another cramp hits. This doesn’t help matters, not one bit but there’s no time to scramble as he goes the push the duvet off both of you. 

‘No, no, no, wait—’ but it’s already too late. 

Ross’s eyebrows fly up into his hairline in surprise and it’s almost comical until his face softens in realisation. ‘Oh, love…’ he sighs and smiles sweetly, ‘come on, let's get you cleaned up.’

So this is not the reaction you were expecting. You thought there would be mild disgust, maybe even some annoyance that he would try to quickly cover up, not…concern. 

‘You’re not mad?’ you ask tentatively, still fully prepared for him to say something snide or even roll his eyes but all he does is tilt his head slightly. 

‘Why would I be mad?’ 

‘Well,’ you point vaguely at the general area, still unable to directly look at the damage, ‘...this.’

He laughs a bit, then gathers his hair up in a bun. ‘It’s just some blood, baby. I do own a washing machine,’ he tries to joke. 

‘I think I got some on your t-shirt too,’ you bite your lip to stop it from wobbling. Pain, embarrassment and hormones is clearly not a fun combination. Your eyes well up slightly, which adds to the humiliation because oh god why is your body betraying you like this today?

‘Hey, hey, hey,’ he moves quickly to pull you into his chest, ‘it’s okay, it’s alright.’ His voice is hushed and soothing, his words quick as he tries to calm you down. 

‘Alright how about this,’ Ross speaks gently, ‘how about you get in the shower and I’ll clean this up, okay? And then we can do whatever you want.’ 

The fact that he’s being so fucking sweet about it chokes you up even more. You nod into his chest, gathering yourself up a bit. ‘Okay, yes.’

‘Check under the sink, okay? I bought some pads and tampons in case you ever needed them,’ he admits shyly, ‘looks like I was right.’

You hug him tighter as you feel your heart melt in your chest. How is this man real? He stays like that for a few moments, giving you as much time as you need, rubbing your back. 

‘Come here,’ you mumble and pull his mouth to yours. He sighs happily into the kiss, caressing your cheek with his calloused thumb. The warmth radiating off of him soothes the pain in your stomach, still the cramps are now hitting you full force. You whimper slightly just as a particularly bad one hits and he draws back immediately. 

‘Are you in pain?’

‘A little,’ you confess, ‘I think the shower would help.’

And the shower does help. The warm water and being surrounded by the smell of mint and lavender makes the pain dissipate a little. Still, you’re in dire need of a heating pad and some painkillers. By the time you walk back into his room, he’s changed the bedsheets and laid out a fresh, soft t-shirt for you. But Ross is nowhere to be seen. Even as you get changed and get back into bed once again. 

You curl up on the bed, desperately willing the pain and nausea away. Ross is somewhere in the house, you can hear him moving but all you need at the moment is to cling to him like a koala and let him baby you. For now, you hug his pillow tightly and groan into it. 

‘Oh, no,’ he coos in sympathy as soon as he opens the door and although just his presence is enough to calm you down, it’s the things in his hands that really bring a smile to your face. 

He starts setting them down one by one; ginger tea because somehow he guessed you might be nauseous, a heating pad that looks simply perfect, a few books and DVDs and lastly, multiple bars of chocolate. 

‘So you just have chocolate stashed around the house?’ you tease weakly and he raises an eyebrow. 

‘Of course, I do, love. I’m not a heathen!’

His tone is so matter-of-fact that you can’t stop the sharp, surprised laugh that tumbles out of you. ‘I should start staying over more often then.’

He laughs and gets in bed next to you. ‘So this is what gets you to stay over more? Not me?’ he makes an exaggerated pouty face and begins placing small kisses on your face until you tug him towards you and give him a proper kiss. It’s a slow, sweet kiss. There’s no urgency to it, no sense of desperate need yet it’s intense in its own right. A kiss full of pure indulgence. His hand comes to rest on your stomach, fingers gently kneading and massaging. Even in the middle of an almost makeout, his first instinct is to provide comfort. 

‘Come on,’ he says eventually, pulls away with much effort, ‘I don’t want the tea to get cold. And I brought us some books if you feel like reading together, or some movies if that’s what you would rather do.’ Then his hands move to his pockets and he produces a small silver rectangle, ‘and painkillers.’

‘You are so perfect!’ you sigh, on the verge of tears once again, because how did you get lucky enough to deserve this man? 

Ross smiles bashfully, turns around to grab the cup of tea but you suspect it’s also to hide the small, adorable blush creeping up on his face. 

‘Come on, now,’ he holds the mug in front of you, ‘flirt with me later. Right now, let’s focus on you.’

[miyuhpapayuh]

𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝.

"You're just gonna stare at me, huh?"

For the past five minutes, Anthony has been sitting across from Simone, watching her slowly sip on her second margarita, her fiery gaze set and stuck on him.

It had been a long–almost three months since she'd been able to look him in his face, and if possible, he was even more handsome.

"I'm mad at you." She finally speaks, cutting her eyes at him, before looking towards Jasmine, in her silk, red dress with a daring slit up the thigh, dancing with her husband.

"I wanted to surprise you."

"You succeeded, but I'm still mad."

"Nah, you're just stubborn. I know you're happy to see me, princess." He confidently states.

"I never said I wasn't."

"Can you act like it, then?" He rounds the table to sit beside her, pulling her into his side, smirking as she melts into him.

"I didn't get in a helicopter and fly fifteen hours ahead of my schedule, just to watch you pout."

“What did you just say?” She asks, turning her head to look up at him.

“You heard me. I rearranged my whole day to be here. Even if it's just the reception, cause I knew how important this was to you. So… get that frown off your face.”

Instantly fixing her pout, it’s replaced by shock. “Really?”

“Yeah, really.” He mocks, leaning for a kiss that she eagerly meets him halfway for.

“You said you couldn’t make it! I thought that was finite.” She softly defends.

“You're right, but you know I always pull through for you, too.” He says, smiling down at her.

“I missed you,” she finally says, before sighing dramatically.

“God, that hurt you, didn't it?” He asks, smirking at the look on her face.

“It really did!” She obnoxiously nods, making him laugh.

“I missed you too, with your spoiled ass.”

“All your fault and none of mine,” she laughs, grabbing her glass from the table and taking the last couple sips of the strong drink.

“You smell good,” he plants his face right into her neck, inhaling her scent.

“Thank you— stop!” She giggles, pushing him away as he starts to nibble on the area. He beams back, behaving this time.

“You smell good too, my favorite cologne.” She smiles, leaning back into him.

“I always keep a bottle near for that reason,” he notes, just as Simone's sister dances over to where they're sitting.

“Hey, lovebirds!”

“Hey, April! Nice to see you again.” He greets, as they slap hands like old friends.

“Always fun runnin’ into you, Ant!” She slurs.

“How many drinks have you had, dude?” Simone asks, staring at the glass of brandy in her hand.

“Well, including this one,” she holds the glass up, “three. I might have one more.”

“Be careful, April.”

“Girl, lighten up a little. I'm a big girl, I'm good.” She smiles, patting Anthony's shoulder. “I'm glad you're back. Take care of my girl, here.”

“Always.” He smiles back, while she makes her way back to the dance floor.

He turns to his pouty date, softly chuckling. “She seems to be enjoying herself.”

“Yeah, ‘cause she left the ball and chain at home.” She replies.

“Hm. Come dance with me.” He says, pulling her up and out of her funk with his “elite” dance moves. Her giggles are futile as he hits his famous robot for her.

“So stupid,” she says through her laughing fit, swooning as he pulls closed the space between them, grasping her left hand into his right.

Her cheeks grow a deep crimson as a couple of Jada's cousins give their whistles of approval.

“That means they like me, right?”

“Yeah, they like you,” she pecks his lips, “who wouldn't?”

“You act like you don't sometimes, but I know the real.”

“You get on my nerves. Multiple things can be true, I suppose.” She shrugs.

“Yeah?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Mmhm.”

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Driving down to the beach at two in the morning, was definitely not in her original plans. But, when you've got a beautiful man whispering in your ear, you'd be persuaded into just about anything.

"How was the wedding?" Idris asks, resting his right hand on her knee, drawing small circles into her skin.

"It was beautiful. I cried a lot, like usual. Her dress. Her hair. The flowers. The church!, their union and those vows— wow. One of my favorite weddings, by far." Simone gushes.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. You definitely drank enough to." He teases.

"Free bar! Of course, I'm taking advantage. Don't do that, when you knocked back those three glasses of Brandy." She points her finger at him, as he pulls into a parking spot, just minutes away from their destination.

"I had to catch up with you, babygirl." He cuts the car off and hops out, heads over to her side to open her door for her and locks the car up.

Their index fingers naturally intertwine as they start their trek towards the sand. The midnight blue sky gives the scenery before them a calm feeling.

Stopping for a moment, Simone slips her sandals off and hooks them on her fingers, sighing as the gritty sand finds a home between her toes.

"I haven't been to the beach in the longest time." She mumbles as they get closer to the water.

"I'll make sure you see it more often," he responds without so much as a second thought. She shakes her head fondly, absentmindedly clutching his hand tighter.

A breeze sends a slight shiver through her, and he disconnects their hands long enough to shrug out of his suit jacket and sling it over her shoulders.

"Thank you," she says. Her tone takes on a genuine warmth that doesn't mirror the acidity from earlier.

For a moment they simply stroll in a comfortable silence, nature's symphony being the only thing heard.

"Ya know, Allura's fourth anniversary is around the corner. I could use a date." She speaks up as she swings their arms between them.

"What?" He asks with fake shock, "around all those pesky cameras that I'm sure are gonna be there all night?"

"I mean I could ask my other options to join me if you're not down."

"Other options?” He asks with a chuckle. “Not after the speech you gave me the other night!”

She immediately cackles, squeezing his hand. “I'm only kidding!”

“Oh, I know it.” He nods, matter-of-factly, sending her eyes rolling. “And, I'd love to accompany you, princess.”

She will never grow tired of hearing that name.

"You basically own the place now, don't you?" He continues.

"Absolutely not! That's all Rose's baby."

"I think she'd disagree. You're the only one who's been there since its inception. You're just as responsible for it being as big as it is. I see just how much you do to keep it running so smoothly."

"Flattery will get you everywhere, sir." Her tone is light, but she was grateful the darkness of the night cloaked the ever present rosiness of her cheeks.

Slinking back up to her place after their lovely night, it was well into the wee hours of the morning.

They stop in front of her front door where she turns to face him, looking up into his eyes.

"Thank you for showing up for me tonight. You made an already fantastic night...perfect." She had to remember to lay off the alcohol whenever he was involved. Soon enough she'd be laying all her cards on the table, and that was a severe no-no in her book.

"Anytime at all." He moves a loose tendril of hair behind her ear, trailing his hand down the side of her neck, leaving goosebumps in his wake. "Can I keep you warm tonight?"

The answer is already in her starry eyes, but she unlocks the door and pulls him inside by his belt buckle, sealing the deal.

Once the door closed, his lips and hands were on her, carefully unzipping her dress before helping her step out and tossing it, along with her thong, onto her side chair. She pushes his suit jacket and shirt away, tossing it onto the same chair.

As he carries her down the hall, her hand pats the wall, flipping the light on so she could see him and make sure this moment was actually happening.

“How thoughtful of you,” she snorts once she pulls away from their liplock for a breath, her body being sat on her kitchen counter, her legs wrapping around him.

“I do what I can,” he cheekily responds, recapturing her lips, taking her breath away again.

His hot mouth trails down her neck, locating her hot spot with ease, making her moan and move her hands from his shoulders to his belt buckle.

Assisting in pushing the rest of his clothes away, he sank into her and revels in the deep gasp that left her. Her hands find his shoulders.

“Anthony…” she breathlessly moans, as he wastes no time pounding into her. Her ankles uncross and roll from the chills that creep up her spine.

“Missed you, baby.. fuck, you feel so good.” He moans, bending down to kiss her lips, then her neck, still mumbling his praises to her.

She leans back onto the counter, throbbing all over as his open-mouthed kisses land on her sensitive breasts, making her body fall all the way onto the surface.

“Oh my god, please,” she moans, biting her lip and shutting her eyes tight at the overload of him.

Her hands didn't know where to land as his thrusts continued to jack up her breathing, sending her higher up  than the alcohol ever could.

“I'm gonna, fuck!— cum,” she moans, squeezing her thighs against his waist, trying her best to ride that first wave of pleasure as it coursed through her whole body.

“That's it, princess. Gimme that good shit— gah damn.” He praises, kissing all over her skin.

Slowing down to give her a moment of reprieve, his slow grind still sends a shiver down her spine but she's slowly coming back down to earth, even laughing a little to herself.

“Fuck, what do you do to me?” She asks, almost whining into his mouth as he answers with another steamy kiss, his hands cuffing underneath her legs to press them back against the surface.

“Stop,” she whines, her shoulder inching up to block his slippery kisses from the other side of her neck, due to her being stupid ticklish.

Peppering kisses around the area and making her body bend upward, he found access to her spot anyway, her sweet laughter floating through the air.

“A–Anthony! That fucking tickles,” she squeals, clawing at his arms and back as he goes back to pumping into her.

Her eyes slid back into their hiding spot as he brushed against her spot, that pretty pout staining her features as she got ready for another release.

“Don't stop, baby!”

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The next morning, they are lazily wrapped up in each other. The sun shines through the cream colored organza curtains, casting them in a golden glow.

The calm of the moment is interrupted by a ringing phone.

"Business calls, huh?" She asks softly, her tone neutral, “damn, just when I was starting to like you, old man." She draws abstract patterns on his exposed chest.

He allows the phone to ring until it stops. "Hmm. Whatever they need from me, they can get from Carmichael. Hell, he probably knows more than I do."

She rises from her position on his chest, a lift in her freshly waxed brow. "You're serious?"

"As a heart attack. I missed you." There's a teasing glint in his eyes that makes her heart flutter.

"I can see why you would." She stretches her limbs with a yawn. "I'm hungry. Let's go eat."

"Yes ma'am."

Forty five minutes later, and they're sitting across from each other in a French café enjoying delicious pastries and each other's company.

"I need a favor," she changes the gears of their conversation.

"Name it."

"My assistant, Logan. She's one of the most dedicated, ambitious people I know. She's got big dreams, and I think she could use a...friend. A generous, well-established handsome friend who's more than willing to help her realize them. And preferably one with a very large penis." She says the last part without blinking.

Anthony on the other hand, almost chokes on his hazelnut latte.

"Well. I can't make any promises about that last part, but I do think I have the perfect candidate. I'll talk to him."

"You're the best."

"Oh, I know."

To that, she dips her fingertips in her glass of ice water and flicks it at him.

After breakfast, they decide on a lazy day, wanting to languish in being in each other's presence for as long as they could.

Anthony has his head in her lap as some mindless show plays on her TV. She strokes the scruff of his beard, neither one of them truly paying attention.

A phone interrupts their nothingness for the second time, only it's April ringing this time.

"What's up, April?"

"Well hello sister. Where's that man at?"

"Right here," she puts the phone on speaker and puts it near his head, "Say hello."

"Heeeeyyyy, boyfriend! You keeping my sister's back cracked?"

"Girl, have you lost your mind?"

"You know it!"

Anthony and Simone respond at once, and she immediately takes her off speaker.

"I knew it. I could tell from that glow, last night. That wasn't just Fenty."

"I'm not about to play with you!" She laughs. "What do you want?"

"It's my last day before I go home, and I wanna hang out with my sister. Can we do that?"

She weighs her choices. All things considered, she does miss her sister dearly, but she won't entertain a single word about that husband of hers.

"Sure. What time did you have in mind?"

"Give me like...two hours then I'll come get you. Cool?"

She checks the time from his phone.

"That's fine. I'll see you then."

"Great. I love you, Simone."

While that's not news, it throws her for a bit of a loop to hear it at such a seemingly random time.

"I love you too, April." They end the call and she sets her phone back down.

"Spending some time with your sister?"

"Yeah."

"You don't seem too excited."

"No, I'd love to see her. We just...haven't seen eye to eye in a long time."

"From what you tell me it seems like you still care."

"Of course I do. We've been through almost everything together. I just don't understand these trash ass choices she makes sometimes."

"The direction she decides to steer her life isn't always for you to have to understand, love. Your only job as her sister is to love her through the changes. She's gonna always need that. But I understand how hard it can be to see someone you care about seemingly self-destruct."

"I hate your sound advice," she says, ending on a chuckle.

"I'm a wise man. I know a few things."

"I'll give you that," she runs her hand through her hair, "We got a couple hours...how about you show me what else you know?"

Simone washes the sinful activities from her skin before she's to meet with her sister.

Just as she's putting her outfit of choice on, distressed denim & an olive hi-cut bodysuit, there's a knock at the door. Anthony volunteers to get it, and she hopes her sister can keep the embarrassing remarks to a zero while she's putting the finishing touches on her hair.

They greet each other with one of the warmest embraces they've shared in their adulthood.

Anthony makes a promise to meet back up with her later that he seals with a steamy kiss.

"Okay you two, that's enough." April playfully pushes their heads apart.

They bid her handsome man farewell for now, and then they're off to their favorite soul food place.

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Once they're seated and waiting on their drinks, they begin reminiscing about their younger "misguided" years.

"And, that bitch sees me and walks the other way to this day!" They break out into laughter.

"Her bony ass knew better than to try it, too. Speaking of, do you remember Resha?" Simone asks, sipping on her water.

"The one you caught fucking on Devante, Resha??"

"The very one. You know people are DMing me screenshots of this hoe still throwing shots? Girl, it's been years! That nigga can remain your headache."

"She only doing that because she'll never forget that tag team beatdown we gave her and that frog faced bitch of a homegirl."

"For as long as she lives!" They smack hands, falling into another round of laughter.

"Why does it feel like it's been so long since we laughed like that? That's all we used to do." Her posture turns more dejected as she slouches in her seat.

And here it is. The point of their meeting that Simone was dreading.

"We did. We just grew into women with our own lives to tend to."

"I still miss the young us. All the time."

"So do I," Simone replies quietly.

"I know Will plays a part in it."

"Don't even bring him up, Iris." She wants to nip it in the bud before her mood sours.

"I know that's it, though, Imani."

"He's your husband. It is what it is." Her passive tone betrays her feelings.

"Look, I know he can be…”

"Complete and utter garbage."

"Simone."

She shrugs. "I only call it like I see it."

"Okay. He can be abrasive, but he goes through a lot of stress, and I owe it to him to be-"

"You don't owe him shit, April!" She doesn't like where her sister's statement was heading. "He owes it to you to be a better husband. Period."

"You don't get it."

"Then help me get it. Help me understand why me and mama have to watch you be treated so miserably by that no good bastard every time we see you."

April looks away feeling her eyes start to burn with unshed tears, cracking her knuckles, a nervous tick she never broke out of. Simone softens feeling the sadness emanate from her sister in waves. She reaches across the table and grabs one of her hands. "Talk to me. Please."

"It was all my fault," she speaks quietly.

She squints, at a loss for what she could be talking about. "What was?"

"I thought I was okay. I thought I could still work. My doctor told me everything was okay. I didn't listen to my body, and now she's gone." Her voice breaks at the end. The emotions that April had been holding in finally spilled from her eyes and into her lap.

Simone's heart breaks for her sister, but above that she feels...anger. Anger that her sister's husband would allow her to carry the guilt of a faultless miscarriage for a second, much less two years.

She immediately considers asking Anthony if he had friends in high places who didn't mind getting their hands dirty.

But for now, she moves to her sister's side of the booth and wraps both of her arms around her narrow shoulders making sure she knows the loss of her child was never her fault, uncaring about whatever prying eyes may be on the pair.

"We probably look crazy," April says, laughing softly.

"I don't give a hot damn. You're the only thing that matters to me right now." She smooths her hand over her hair. "You know I wanna kick his ass, right?"

"Don't you always?" She says with a light tone.

"He deserves it. What he doesn't deserve is you as his wife."

"I know how you guys feel about him, but I don't know how to walk away from my marriage just like that." She snaps for emphasis.

"You put one foot in front of the other. But seriously, you have to put what's best for you first at some point because that man obviously never will."

April sighed to herself. "You're right."

"I'm sorry. I'm what now?"

"Don't go fucking up the moment, Imani," she says with an eye roll, making them both crack up in the booth.

Their food is cold as ice by the time they get to it, so they decide to take it to-go, opting for some well-deserved retail therapy.

The sisters don't decide to part ways until well after the sun has left the sky, promising it won't be months before they see each other again.

She ends her night with a FaceTime call to one of her favorite faces.

“Hey, big head.” She greets him cheerfully when he pops up on her screen.

"One of these days I'm truly going to get offended that you keep coming for my head." His words go through one ear and out the other as she watches his shirtless form move around his bedroom.

"Mhmm."

He stops to look into the camera and see where her seemingly diverted attention lies, when he realizes it's still on him, just not on his words.

"Are you checking me out, Imani?"

"And if I am?" She replies smartly with a quirk in her brow.

"Forever the smart mouth. I've been away for entirely too long."

"What are you gonna do to me, huh?"

"Keep it coming, princess. You'll see. How was your day with your sister?" He stops moving about to give her his full attention.

"I was pleasantly surprised by how...well, pleasant it was. Without telling her business, I learned a lot. I kept in mind what you told me earlier...it helped."

"Truly glad to hear that, love. I know how much you love your sister."

"I hope I got through to her this time."

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The next day, Simone's up bright and early for work seeing as Allura's big night is less than three weeks away, and she has a million last minute errands to tend with.

"Morning, boss lady," Logan says as she lets herself in with the breakfast Simone neglected to pick up.

"Morning, sunshine. What's on my to-do list for today?"

"Whole lotta nothing. A couple of new investors are scheduled to swing by around three. Just be prepared for a lot of schmoozing and ass kissing to secure their funds. I emailed you files on them, so you can look extra good."

"The baddest is what you are." She chuckles and takes a sip of her piping hot tea. "What else?"

"Well most importantly, you have a fitting directly after work."

"A fitting?" She gasps in realization. "I finally get to see my dress?"

She'd gotten Logan to agree to tailor make a dress for the special occasion, but the girl had been keeping a tight lip about what it actually looks like.

"Yes ma'am."

"I can't wait because I already know it's fire." She claps excitedly.

"I really do hope you like it, cause it's taken up all of my free time." She jokes.

"I apologize, dear. I'll make it up to you."

"Oh, no," Logan laughs. "I'm just playing around."

"Nonsense, babe. I've already got a surprise on the way."

"What kind of surprise, Simone?" She ditches the formalities for a second as she racks her brain of what it could possibly be.

"Don't worry your gorgeously locced head about it. It's all taken care of. I'll let you know when it..arrives." She winks, before heading back to her own office, sighing blissfully as her back rests against the fur of her chair.

Opening her laptop, she pulls up her file titled ‘fits', and pulls out a picture that she'd snapped of her outfit and sends it to her phone. She then uploads it to her Instagram, like she does, every week.

She'd given herself the task to upload a picture of her outfits to her Instagram, to give her followers a glimpse of her sense of style and they loved it!

This week, it was a white, thin strapped corset-style top paired with light wash, flared jeans and squared strapped heels.

She momentarily focuses on the photo in its entirety, before gazing at the tired, pink polish on her nails.

Reaching over to her office phone, she pushes the red button to call Logan.

“Dear, I need a fill-in. Can you schedule an appointment at two, today? I don't wanna be chipped when the investors get here."

"Yes ma'am. I'll call them now."

"Thank you."

A knock sounds at her door, before Jada marches inside with a wide grin on her face, hurriedly closing the door behind her.

"Why are you so cheery, this morning? Are you glowing?" Simone asks with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, I don't know.... I might've had, one of the best dates of my life, last night. I might've actually confessed to being so deeply in love that my chest hurts.... we might've had sex in every part of his house." The grin never leaves her face.

"Awww, Jada! That's so great! I'm so happy for you!" She opens her arms as Jada bends down to receive the hug.

"Thanks! It was so perfect," she sits on the edge of the desk. "He took me to this restaurant, where the centerpiece is a candle and you get to choose the scent— I chose sandalwood, of course— and the food was amazing! We took a stroll down the boardwalk and that's when I just couldn't hold back how I was feeling, anymore. I literally told him everything. If he were anybody else, I might've died, but he's just as in love as I am!..." Simone's eyes gleam as she listens to her best friend gush about things they've only dreamt of.

"I really am happy for you, boo. You deserve it."

"So do you, girl. I saw the way you and ol’ lanky were looking at each other, the other night." Simone rolls her eyes as her heart skips a beat, at the mention of him.

"Jada, he's only around for certain things. A relationship is not one of those things." She bats her lashes.

"You do know that I know you, right?” Jada shakes her head. "You don't have to admit to it, but I see it."

"You see what?"

Jada just laughs and stands up, smoothing her hands over her skirt. "I see right through this little act, you got going on."

"An act?"

"Simone, I'm not doing this with you. You play too many games."

"Ugh, anyway! I'm going to get my nails done at two, you wanna come or you got plans?" Simone asks, picking at her grown out cuticle.

"Yeah, I'll come with you. I need a color change, myself." Jada stares at her nails, before looking back in Simone's direction. "You hear about the investors that are coming?"

"Yes. I'm glad you said that, cause I need to pull up these files."

Jada rounds the table and hovers over Simone's left shoulder, watching her type away on her keyboard and pull up the 'need-to-know’— as Logan put it.

"Alright... two men and a woman—typical," she scoffs.

"I hope she's the leader of the pact." Jada adds.

"It's two thousand and twenty-three. She better be!" Simone exclaims, making Jada chuckle.

"Okay, so we've got John," Simone starts.

"He looks like a white supremacist." Jada frowns.

"Oh, boy!” Simone laughs, "he's been in the investment industry for about... twenty-five years, Jesus!"

"Damn, he's been in business as long as you've been alive, girl." Jada's eyes widened.

"He's gonna be a problem," she scrolls down as she reads his track list— a bunch of boring nonsense about how his entitlement has gotten him where he is today, on top of him being white.

"Moving on, we have his twin brother, Jack. And, then we have Bianca."

"Oooh! She's gorgeous,” they stare at the screen in awe of the umber-hued woman, with her rich, tight coils and impeccable sense of style.

"I think I've died and gone to heaven." Jada mumbles.

"You and me, both."

"Wow, it says that she's been with the company for fifteen years, she's actually invested in Allura a couple of times— why am I just now hearing of her?!" She asks out loud.

"You have a short attention span, girl. We've been over this."

"Having a short attention span, and zoning out when the conversation starts becoming mundane, are two different things."

"Whatever you say."

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Walking back through the double doors, Simone gets pulled to the side by her boss. Her furrowed brow causes some of the tension to lift from Rose's face, being replaced by a small smile.

"What's going on?" Her eyes wander around the lobby, watching everybody scatter about. "Is everything okay?"

"Everything is fine. The investors are here and they wanna speak with you."

"Wha— me?" Simone slides her clammy hands down the sides of her skirt, feeling her heart start to hammer in her chest. "Oh God, what did you tell them?"

"I mentioned that you're the face of the remodeling for this place. They love it and wanna talk— it's just a conversation, love. I promise."

"Okay..." she nods, still feeling a bit nervous.

Stepping off the elevator, Simone takes a right down the main hallway and knocks once, before opening the door to the conference room.

Three pairs of eyes stare back at her as she enters; two obviously enthused and one, well... not so much.

"Good afternoon, Simone," Jack moves from his leaning position against the table and reaches out for her hand, giving it a firm shake. "It's so nice to meet you. I'm Jack."

"It's nice to meet you too, Jack."

"Hi, Simone. I'm John." He politely shakes her hand.

"Nice to meet you." She keeps it short, as the absence of light in her eyes speaks volumes.

"Likewise."

"Ah, the woman of the month, is what you are, darling. I'm Bianca and it's literally an honor to meet you." Pulling her into a hug, Simone returns it and laughs.

"Wow, what an ego booster, you are! I could never amount to someone as prestigious as you. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"We could do this all day long, doll. I've done my homework on you and I'm utterly impressed." Everyone takes a seat at the table.

"As I am, with you."

"Let's get started, shall we?" John asks, cutting their conversation short.

"Sure.” Bianca motions with her hand for him to get on with it.

"So, we've heard a lot about you, since your latest spread has hit the stores— with your name on the cover in those, bright pink, letters."

Simone's expression stays stoic, as she listens to him to talk.

"We're very impressed." Jack adds.

"All of you?" Simone's index finger circles in the air, around the trio.

Bianca chuckles, knowing where this is headed.

"Excuse me?" John raises a bushy eyebrow in her direction.

"Oh, come on. You were unimpressed, before I even walked through the door."

That nervous chuckle that white men do when you've caught onto their game, comes out of his mouth.

"Do you think this is professional? I've been in this business for twenty-"

"–five years, I know," she finishes with a swift roll of her neck.

"That's probably longer than you've been alive, young lady." She laughs.

"I'll be twenty-six in July, so you've only got me by a couple months. Besides the point, by the way. Just because you've been in business, doesn't mean you know business."

"Why do you think they keep me around, then? Since, you've got all the answers." He quizzes.

"Because, you're white and a man. It doesn't take a genius to know that." She blinks.

"Wow," Bianca hums, "I like you."

"Bianca." John firmly states, causing the duo to laugh at him.

"You know better than that, John. If you're gonna be an ass, you should learn how to conceal your facial expressions."

"It's true." Jack adds.

"Well, I don't have to stand for this."

"Well, you're not in charge. I am, and I like everything I've seen from this company, so far. You can bitch about it on your own time."

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"It was incredible, babe. I just went for it, which was very risky, but so worth it!" Simone giddily tells Anthony about her day, as she sits outside of the boutique where her dress is.

"You really aren't afraid of anything, are you?" He asks with a subtle laugh.

"Not in any kind of way. Guess where I am." She smirks.

"Hm... is there food involved?"

"Surprisingly, no. Guess again."

"Let's see. It's four o'clock, which means you just got off work. Are you at your fitting for your dress?"

"I'm so glad that you pay attention when I talk." She teases, before getting out of the car.

"Keep talkin' shit," he hums a laugh. "Are you gonna show me what it looks like?"

"Of course... the night of the gala." He sucks his teeth as she laughs.

"Oh, hush. I don't even know what it looks like, yet. Let it be a surprise!"

"Says the woman who doesn't even like surprises." She feels the eye-roll through the phone.

"Well, this one isn't for me, smartass. It's for you. I gotta go."

"Alright, I'll be seeing your pretty face later." She giggles, making a kissy noise into the phone, before hanging up and walking inside.

"Welcome to Bella's. How can I help you, ma'am?" The green-eyed, dark haired woman greets from behind the counter.

"I'm here to see Logan."

"Can I have your name?"

"Simone Carson." Her dainty fingers tap against the keyboard, before she escorts her to the back of the shop.

"Logan, Simone is here." She knocks on the light blue door, twice.

"I'm coming!" With that, the lady excuses herself with a smile. Simone comfortably shifts her weight as the door swings open.

"Hi, beautiful!," she steps out of the way, for Simone to walk inside. Her eyes naturally fell on the mannequin with a dark garment bag on it.

"Hey, girl! Is that my dress?!" She rushes over to it, while Logan laughs and closes the door.

"It sure is. Go ahead and take a look." Simone sits her phone down on the table and unzips the bag, gasping at the sight.

"It's beautiful! Pink is my second favorite color! And this splash of orange is so pretty! Wow, this is beautiful, seriously." Logan giggles as Simone rounds the dress, gasping even harder at the back; a clear acrylic bangle holds the fabric in place as it's diagonally ldraped across the back.

"You really... really outdid yourself. I cannot wait to try this on!"

"I'm so glad you like it! Let me slide out and let you put it on, so I can take pictures." She excuses herself, leaving Simone to squeal some more, before stripping down and putting the dress on.

"Oh wow.... I. Am. Snatched! Logan, come see!" Walking back into the room, she cups both sides of her own face, staring at Simone in awe.

"This was literally made for you. Oh my gosh, you look stunning!" She grabs her phone from her pocket and starts snapping away at, an always camera ready, Simone.

After their mini photo shoot, Simone pulls her clothes back on and slings the heavy garment back over her shoulder.

"Your 'after work' attire is super cute, by the way." Simone compliments Logan's distressed denim jeans paired with her blue, long-sleeved crop top and custom, baby blue converse.

"Thanks! I try to tone it down when I get here."

In her free time, Logan is a seamstress which was definitely her dream job. She'd been into fashion, since she was well into her teens. She'd landed this job when she turned twenty-one and never looked back.

Her being Simone's assistant was her side job— one she thoroughly enjoyed.

"It's workin' for you, babe." Simone pinches her cheek. "I sent the money to your account."

"You didn't have to pay me. I did this for you as a gift."

“Please, you never work for free. Whether it's a sketch or to look at a piece of fabric. You charge! Whether it's me or Rihanna! You charge!”

“Okay, okay! I'll take your money,” she mumbles in a faux dull manner.

Simone giggles. "You sound like me! We've gotta do better at accepting this cash.”

"Ugh, easy for you to say! I don't have a gorgeous man sending me money!"

"That could change!"

"How?"

"When you've got connections, things happen, babygirl." She winks. Logan crinkles her nose.

"Remember what we talked about. Charge."

"I'll be writing it down on everything now. Thank you."

"And, thank you for making this masterpiece! I'll see you tomorrow."

She kisses her cheek, before heading out.

Logan grows curious, as she pulls her phone out and checks her bank account, almost dropping her phone when she sees the amount that came outta Simone's account.

“Five hundred dollars??” She squeals.

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[luvpooks]

(listen to this song while reading if you want to!)

You're everything

Five Hargreeves x Male! Reader

Five Hargreeves was one of the most beautiful people i've ever met. His eyes, his smile... his everything. And me of ALL people was lucky enough to have his heart in my hands.

The way he smiles when he looks at me. Its as if we had just met all over again and i practically melt in his arms. I have no self control when it comes to this lovely man. When he holds me, his touch feels like sparks of fire.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I said in a sarcastic tone. "Oh you know, looking at the love of my life." Five returned. I laughed." Oh well of course it's not like we haven't been together for what? Like 40 or more years?" I took his hands from across the table, brought his hands up to my lips and kissed his knuckles. "I love you, Five." he said while kissing his hand. " I love you two times as much." He responded.

Oh... his smile..every time he smiles at me or anyone for that matter it's like i become a lovesick puppy. I just wanna coddle and touch him all over begging for his attention.

"Love?" Five looked over at me while i was admiring him. "hmm.." i responded while gazing into his eyes."You're staring again." He smiled. Randomly i state," Never lose your smile darling." He looked at me confused, his smile faltering slightly. "What do you mean?" I walked closer to him, caressing his cheek, "Your smile connects the ocean to the sand in my eyes, as if it's the light to all life- "I stopped for a split second. "No my life, my love." His lips slightly pulled apart. "What brought this up?" "Truly nothing these words cloud my mind every time i see you Five and i will always mean every word." I answered. He smiled one more and brought me into a loving kiss. "I love you so much (m/n). And i always will." "I love you so much as well." I happily returned.

We laid in bed my head lying on Fives chest drawing doodles on his skin. I looked up seeing Five staring up at the ceiling still keeping his hand in my hair twirling it. "Whatcha thinking about?" I questioned. He looked down at me and then looked back up. "Honestly nothing but you. I can never stop thinking about you. You make me swoon every time i hear your voice." I blushed. "I didn't expect that." I paused. "I'm supposed to be the heartfelt one." I joked. "Two can play that game, my love." He responded.

[danosrosegarden]

hiii! could you please write something about edward having his first time with you? basically being very nervous but also very romantic and just overall cute and fluff and treating you like a princess. tysm <3

First Time - Edward Nashton x Fem!Reader Headcannons (NSFW)

Contains: descriptions of anxiety and insecurity coupled with fluffy smut. Wrap it before you tap it, unlike you and Eddie in this story!

Note: thank you for the request! I love soft Edward.

♡ It was a picturesque movie in his mind. He would take you out to dinner at a place that required a reservation months in advance. The night would wax and wane with echoing belly laughter and soft, stolen kisses. He would treat you like you deserved to be treated. You were a glimmering queen, a shining goddess. Oh, how Edward Nashton loved you so.

♡ He feels guilty when it goes differently. When it happens one night while you're mindlessly watching a movie and you lean over to kiss him. When the kiss melts into your soft hand ghosting over his crotch. When the broiling desire to be inside you dissolves his mind into mush.

♡ This was supposed to be a slow, romantic night. It wasn't supposed to happen in a fit of heat. His blood bubbles with guilt.

♡ But you need him. You need him, and you need him now.

♡ Edward decides he can still be soft. He can still treat you like the shimmering, celestial goddess you are.

♡ He unbuttons your clothes with trembling hands. "Are you nervous?" you whisper in his ear. He shivers and nods. You both had thought about doing this a million times. You both had touched yourselves late at night thinking about the other. But when the moment finally came, Edward was consumed with a fear that tore at the warm meat of his heart.

♡ "It's okay," you say. "I'm nervous, too."

♡ As soon as your breasts lay bare in front of him, he leans forward and flicks his tongue out. You gasp and cradle his head in your hand. He's so gentle and loving with you. You can't help but swoon as you feel his tongue slither around your sensitive nipple.

♡ You can feel his hot breath snaking out from his nostrils. It warms your skin and makes you groan quietly.

♡ The soft moan hits Edward like a bus. He can't wait any longer. He needs to be inside of you.

♡ "You look beautiful," you whisper as he sheds his clothes. Eddie blushes and scans you. "So do you," he says. "God, you're so gorgeous. Inside and out."

♡ He almost cums as soon as he thrusts into you. You're so warm and slick and he can feel your body beating and throbbing.

♡ He holds you gently as he rocks in and out of you. He strokes your hair and whispers pretty little nothings in your ear. "My love, my darling, I love you..."

♡ As the electric feeling builds in your core, you realize he's never said he loves you before. Two first times in one.

♡ You know a bit about his past. You know he grew up an orphan, lonely and frightened of the night. As he lets out high moans and love-fueled mewls, you swear to yourself that he'll never feel alone again.

♡ He finishes inside of you with a loud whimper, but keeps thrusting.

♡ "Eddie? Aren't you gonna stop?" He reaches down to rub your clit. "I want you to cum, too. P-please."

♡ You could just melt. Your gentleman.

♡ And you do cum. Edward's mouth hangs all the way open as you clench and release around him.

♡ You're both panting as he pulls out and lays down beside you. He cuddles up to your side and you wrap your arms around him.

♡ "I love you. I mean it." "I know, Eddie. I love you, too."

♡ He peels himself away from you and stands up. "I'm going to get something to...uh...clean you up." You giggle. "I'll be here."

♡ Your heart is pumping glitter and love as you watch him go. You'll never meet another man so special, so loving, so caring. And he's all yours, forever and always. You smile as you close your eyes and drift away towards slumber. Forever and always.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

This morning, the thought popped into my head of Steve Rogers × Steve Rogers selfcest and I couldn't stop thinking about it 👀

So, which Steve's you ask?

I'm thinking...

These two.

Pre-serum Steve and Steve who has been freshly woken up to the new century--still adjusting to the serum and still lost puppy. And with them together--little, calloused Steve, and big, hypersensitive Steve--I can't stop thinking about post-serum, thawed Steve getting meaned on by little Steve 😮‍💨

Just imagine:

Pre-serum Steve's thin, cold hands on post-serum Steve's newly feverish body. It feels torturous. Like, shit, his younger self's hands are like ice on his now more sensitive body. It's a novel sensation that leaves him squirming and gasping with every touch. Big Steve has goosebumps. He's shaking. His hands might be cold but it also is making him hotter and hotter.

Those hands grope him, sliding up under big Steve's clothes and getting him out of them so easily. Little Steve's not being gentle. Grabbing. Gripping. Squeezing. Pinching. Even slapping. Those fucking hands, quick and cold. And Steve, big Steve, feels like he can't even talk being touched in such a way. He's been knocked down like a house of cards.

He's dizzy.

Oh, God.

They keep going and going.

Touching melts into heavier touching and kissing that makes big Steve want to crawl out of his skin. It's all this heat and wetness and he really fucking feels like he's never been touched before. Every inch of him is lighting up with red-hot heat. He can't stop moaning into his own mouth. He can't stop himself from grabbing and grabbing hard until his smaller self snaps, "stop." He doesn't want to hurt him, and he's so aware of how thin his wrists are in his bigger, stronger hands but... he can't help getting lost, too. It feels like never before.

It feels so good.

They're in a rush. They can't stop. A train barreling forward recklessly.

Steve rushes his hands down big Steve's chest and growling, "so, they pumped you up and made you bigger and better everywhere, didn't they?" as he pinches big Steve's perky, too sensitive nipples.

Steve wails and squirms, his hands coming up to grasp at smaller Steve's wrists, his narrow shoulders, and his absolutely tiny waist.

He wants him to stop!

He wants him to keep going until he can't take it and cums against his contracting, tight abs.

With a high, stupid whimper, Steve realizes he has no idea what he wants. More? Less? He doesn't want to decide! He wants to let his younger, smaller self decide it all.

Fuck!

"Look at you," little Steve says with a feral sneer, drunk on having so much power over someone so much bigger. There's a true bit of malice in smaller Steve's touches, and in his words. Post-serum Steve is everything pre-serum Steve is pretty sure he's supposed to be. Everything he wishes he was, deep down.

So smaller Steve is peeling his hands from big Steve's plump, fucking swollen fucking muscular tits and grabbing that square jaw with bruised knuckles instead.

Big Steve swoons at the unforgiving touch.

Meanwhile, younger Steve growls at the picture his bigger self makes with his own hand pushing big Steve's plush, red lips forward and squishing them together some, too. He looks stupid. Bright pink, flushed. Eyes dark and confused but so wanting, too. He's barely held together. Jesus. Small Steve kisses him like he hates him, biting his lip until his older self whimpers, then licking into his mouth until he arches underneath him.

But, with a hand just loosely wrapped around his throat... he melts so easy that smaller Steve can't hate him. No way. He's so...

So everything.

Little Steve swears. And before he can think about it, he's barking at him to turn over.

Big Steve goes like that.

His muscles ripple and bulge and...

Oh.

He can be even softer than he already is, can't he?

All the proof pre-serum Steve needs in his tight, pink, little hole. Big Steve is trembling and clenching there. He's so vulnerable and sweet.

"I'd fucking lick you but I think you'd blow your top, wouldn't you? Serum made you a quick draw, hm?"

Steve squeaks, and he ruts into the bed with movements that are jerky and rough. He can't control himself. It's all the answer pre-serum Steve needs.

He doesn't waste any time and soon he's got three of his thin fingers up inside of him. He's like sin inside. Silky and hot and unbearably tight. And he keeps moaning, "oh, oh, oh--"

It'd be annoying if it weren't dripping in desperation and need. As is, little Steve is feeding off of it. He sounds like a fucking floozy. Like a whore.

He looks like a whore, his whole face going even dumber the second little Steve threads his fingers through his thicker, softer hair and pulls. Just that added stimulation, the added pain that Steve knows better than anyone, is getting mixed up with his pleasure sensors. He's feeling too much.

Too much.

It only gets worse.

Pre-serum Steve rubs his prostate harshly and pulls his hair harder, lean muscles straining, and bites his meaty shoulder. Steve screams when he cums.

Huh.

Interesting.

Little Steve doesn't care much beyond that, though. He keeps going. He takes his fingers out once he's done milking them, like a fucking vice, and shoves on into him.

And if he felt like sweet sin on his fingers, like the burn of taking Jesus's name in vein while sitting in the pews, his bigger self feels like burning in hell around his cock.

Jesus fucking Christ.

He's so tight on Steve's cock it hurts.

Hot. Wet. Overwhelming. Tight.

It's everything.

Neither of them can take it.

Little Steve can hardly wait for big Steve to choke out, basically sobbing, that he's ready. Vibrating in place. Feeling like he might be on the verge of his heart giving out in the best fucking way. And big Steve seemingly can't not fist the bedsheets. He rips them to shreds like they're paper. He arches his back. He shakes. He acts feral with the way his younger self is fucking him.

Little Steve is being mean--

Going rough and hard.

Fucking him. Rough and hard.

It feels so, so good for post-serum Steve. He's never had anyone touch him like this, with Bucky--God, his heart hurts--there was never any time. And he, himself, knows just what he wants, and he is exploiting it.

Steve is pretty sure he's going to explode, moaning like he's dying, pressing his back up into younger Steve's slim, sharp hips. His hip bones sting against his firm, plush ass. Steve wants it harder. Even if it kills him. He wants bruises. He wants to be marked. He wants to be claimed. He wants more.

God.

Steve sobs.

Steve growls.

They're breathing the same ragged breaths--smaller Steve because he can't not, this is the fucking workout and his lungs and heart are working overtime, and bigger Steve because it feels too good.

Big Steve is about to cum again, whimpering and just barely holding on, but...

"Get on your fucking back," smaller Steve pants, his voice like steel.

Bigger Steve follows his orders with a stab of arousal cutting through him. He's all wobbly and uncoordinated, moaning all upset without a cock in him, but he makes it.

On his back.

Younger, smaller Steve knee-walks back into position. The head of his cock finding his clenching hole and fucking back in. Rough.

"AH!" Steve wails.

His voice breaks and gets louder, a wordless shout, as younger Steve sinks his teeth into his throat. Then, in his jaw. And, then, into his lower lip.

Steve is trembling from tip to tail. Shaking apart.

He cums, eyes rolling to the back of his head with his own taste on his lips as the other Steve whispers filthy encouragement. It's sounds like mocking. It makes him ache in the best way. He's never had someone be so mean, and he's not sure he would be able to stand it from anyone else. But it's him. He knows what he needs. What he wants.

Guh.

And, oh God, don't even get me started on the possibility of nomad Steve watching from the sidelines, sitting back in a chair with his legs spread wide to accommodate for the hard line of his cock, an obvious bulge in his beat uniform pants. One hand is on his bulge and the other on his beard, stroking his thick facial hair as he looks on, stoic and silent... every now and again, he godes them, "that all you got?" Wanting to see them go harder and harder. Acting more and more like they're animals in heat, wanting to just tear each other apart.

Anyway... 👀

I just had to get that out of my head. Thank you for listening to my horny rambles as always 😘

((And I definitely wasn't listening to this song while writing this 👀))