#and on that other lecture I had a big red light in my head going NOPE! it won't be fun!

[bunnyinvanilla]

Soap has found a playful way to entertain yourselves with the new lights you’ve bought for the Christmas tree…

| 🍪 mdi please, suggestive, fem!reader is 21 and johnny is waaay much older, I had this one shot in mind for a while and thought I would write it down for soapy (probably first and last time cause I’m a loyal price girlie)

“don’t really trust these things ‘nny…”

your sweet voice is tinted with worry and hesitation as you wiggle your wrists, the motion only tightening the knot that bounds them together over your head and against your mattress “what if they start burning?”

johnny, as the faux gentleman he is, coos condescendingly down at you, but the sound that was meant to be reassuring reverberated like a deep, sultry growl in your ears — almost mocking.

“christmas lights that burn at the touch were a thing back in the 80’s, lass, not now,” he lectures you amusedly, his words inevitably pointing out to your evident large age gap — perhaps too large.

“they were so pretty, they played Christmas music an’ ye could hear it all the way from yer room... but ye werenae even born yet at that time, bonnie lass, ye couldnae know about it”

he lets out a rough chuckle, eyes fixed on the way the colorful lights shine over the skin of your wrists at an alternated rhythm, your belly twists with the familiar warm tingle that makes you blush every time he reminds you of how much, much older than you he was.

“you’re going to break them, we’ve just bought them” you whine, raising your head against the pillows to look at the colorful bulbs that tie your hands together, orange, green, red and blue alternating their shimmering “we have to put them on the tree”

“don’t worry, dove, won’t,” he smirks down at you, scarred hands ready to uncover the treasure that lies between your legs — they start pulling down the fluffy pajama pants you’re wearing, the tip of his calloused fingers tracing a hot trail along your thighs “n if I do, I’ll get ye new ones before Christmas Day comes”

once your lacy white panties are revealed, he nearly purrs at the sight, the best gift he could ever get lying down underneath him, ready to be unwrapped, his pretty, sweet girl. “I’ll make ye feel s’good ye won’t even have to write any letter to Santa, ye’ll give me all the cookies”

he must’ve been a pretty good lad all year to deserve such a precious thing as you.

“y’trust yer man, right dove?”

it’s hard not to crumble down like gingerbread cookies with the way he looks at you, cunning and sly eyes pouring down all the love and desires he has for you — so you just blink cutely at him, red, puffy cheeks and fluttering, big eyes. “i do…”

he grins at that, his hand swiftly grabbing his buckle and almost ripping the zipper down, his other hand tugs you in by your waist, harsh enough to press his crotch against your blossom and hips slam together.

“that’s my pretty girl, I’ll take ya to the bookstore right after, what’ya say? ye can pick however many ye want and I’ll get ye hot chocolate, deal?”

and with that, he knows you’re sold.

[keyrousse]

No feeling like going to two lectures/workshops on two different specialities in your job in one week, one specialty that you do regularly but don't like, and the other you don't do yet but feel like you should, and realising you really don't want to do the latter one and maybe focus on the one that you already do. Despite not liking it.

I need to talk to my boss...

[worldofkuro]

Painted Smile

Painted Smile XVIII

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Summary: You couldn't wait to meet new friends. What you didn't expect was this smiling little boy, only one year older than you, that would take such a big place in your life.

Notes: Ah shit, here we go again. You are being better at controlling your spirits which is perfect to tease Alastor. This chapter my dears… Is a twisted smut. TW: Blood kink, knife play, choking, killing envy. Aren’t they adorably twisted for each other, huh? Well, I hope you’ll enjoy this chapter. As always, I’m not used to writing about sexual intercouse, I don’t really know what it is about, so please tell me if it’s just pure garbage. But I think I leveled up since the last one. Great lecture, my dears.

You put your suitcase on the floor, smiling with delight as Alastor was paying the cab behind you.  You were finally at Alice’s cottage, alone with Alastor for a delicious weekend. You tried to be subtle but today, you hoped to be the predator in this house. After John’s accident, you wanted Alastor to claim you once more. That’s why you prepared some of your best dresses and underwear in your suitcase.

 You entered the house, went straight in a bedroom and fell into the bed, smiling excitedly. You were going to enjoy this weekend so much you could feel your feet kicking the air.

“ Well, someone seems eager.” you heard Alastor walking into the bedroom. You smiled at him as he sat next to you on the bed and leaned toward you, kissing your lips while humming to himself. You pressed your mouth against him, feeling his body relax as he settled above you. You spread your legs so he could lay on your body, his head resting on your chest, listening to your heartbeat. “ Did you know, your father told me to be a gentleman this weekend with you?” you scoffed.

“ What do you mean?”

“ Seems like he is afraid I would… devour you.” you felt his lips turned into a wicked smile. “ Which I would never, right, dearest?”

You tried to hide your frown. Your father wasn’t going to ruin your perfect weekend. Alastor was okay with talking about murder but because your father said he couldn’t touch you he would listen? What games was Alastor playing? He never listens to anyone. 

But two could play this game

“ No…, Of course, you are a gentleman, right?” you kissed his forehead. “ Now, why don’t you let me change, I want to talk about our plan to kill our new target.”  You smiled as he kissed you softly, the noises in the room being your breaths. He lifted himself up from you before leaving into the living room.

You smirked as you undressed and then took your undergarment from your suitcases. It was red lingerie that Alice gave you. You’ve never seen a piece like this but it looked like a dress that seemed glued to your body. The dress was very short, stopping just before your intimity. You put it on and looked at yourself in the mirror, smiling. Now, just some light makeup upon your eyes and lips. You put dark eyes shadows and of course, a deep crimson red as lipstick. You smirked at your reflection, feeling so confident in yourself.

You put a long dressing gown on, even if you wanted to seduce Alastor you needed to be patient. He had taught you that, make the prey feel at ease before attacking. You let your hair down, they were getting so long but you didn’t wish to cut it. You winked at yourself before grinding in embarrassment. Come on girl, be confident ! 

You walked downstairs, trying to keep yourself warm, it was still winter. You couldn’t wait for spring. You went into the living room where Alastor was reading his notes, mostly for his next broadcast. You smiled sweetly, he was still the same boy who wanted to be heard. You sat on an armchair next to the sofa.

“ Well my dear, why the makeup?” he asked with a smirk, raising an eyebrow at you.

“ I was just feeling like it. It's a new product, do you like it?”

“ It looks perfect on you. Are you cold? I’m going to bring wood for the fire.” he stood up and kissed you on the lips before taking an ax and leaving the house.

You waited, sitting comfortably on your arm chair before Alastor came back with woods, already litting up a fire. He sat on the sofa, the closest he could from you and smiled.

“ Now, dearest. What do you want to talk about? You really seem excited, I wonder why…”

“ Well, we are going to talk about our next target, right? I want to know how we will kill him.” you leaned toward him with an excited grin. His smile widened before he started talking about multiple ways of killing the pig. You listened to him, smiling softly.

“ I have information on him, he asks for women to be brought to his bedroom. I heard he would pay the parents from poor families so he could spend a night with their daughter, the youngest being 14 years old.” he said as he gave you notes where everything he had found on the pig was written. 

“ What a pig.” you spat as you finished reading Alastor’s notes. “ How should we kill him?”

“ Well, in a week from now on, he will attend a big soirée. There are women dancing and singing, and most of the time he chooses one of his likings and brings her to his room. I was thinking of asking Mimzy to go there, but she doesn’t fit his tastes.” he sighed, taking off his glasses. 

“ Doesn’t Mimzy know other singers or dancers?” you asked.

“ They aren’t as talented as her, they wouldn’t even be able to perform on stage.” 

“ And what about me?” you bit your lips as you saw his head jerk toward you.

“ You? Dearest, this is not a stage like you are used to seeing. These women are almost naked, masked yes, but they dance to seduce men. You would have a standing ovation with your voice, but I don’t think you would want to dance like them. “ he said with a straining smile.

You tilted your head.

“ Perhaps, but Mimzy could teach me right? I might feel embarrassed to be almost naked but if I’m masked it should be okay. Furthermore, if he chooses me, it would be easier to kill him after he takes me to his chamber.” 

“ Don’t. Don’t say those words.” he said with fury in his eyes.

“ Come on, Alastor. I’m the easier choice to make. Alice could grant us an entry to those soirée. You would be my manager or something like this, and I would dance and sing, I’m sure he would choose me.”

“ He would recognize you, he already saw you with Alice.”

“ I’ll wear a wig. And with the mask, I don’t think he would recognize me. This is our best option.” you crossed your arms on your chest, leaning against the chair. “ Don’t worry, he won’t lay a hand on me.”

“ As if he would even have the time to think about it.” he spat, his eyes slightly red. You bit your lips, feeling a warmth in your belly.

“ Perfect, and I think I’ll use a spirit to keep him away from me.”

“ You don’t trust me to keep you safe, dearest?”

“ Oh, I do, but I need to learn, don’t I?” you smiled while taking Alastor’s hand in yours. “ We never know what could happen on stage. And I need to be more persistent when I try to keep the link with any spirits. Unlike you, my emotions can get the best of me.” you sighed.

He kissed the back of your hand while staring at you.

“ Whatever my lady wishes.”

You smiled softly at him before taking your hand back. You held your chin in your hand, thinking about a plan to force Alastor to leave you alone to have enough time to connect with your spirit. You blushed when you heard your stomach making a noise that echoed in the silent room.

You looked at Alastor who smirked at you.

“ I’ll make something light to eat, it’s not lunch time yet, darling.” he flicked your forehead before going into the kitchen.

Perfect!

You closed your eyes, trying to calm the excitement you could feel in your body. You rooted your feet on the ground, creating that hot thread that was wrapping around your body until you couldn’t hear the noise around you.

Yes, little lady.

You couldn’t move your body, which meant Papa Lega was possessing you. You asked him to give you the same spirits as last time. 

Oh, I was curious why you killed a rooster for me yesterday without asking for anything in exchange. Well, I shall invoke him. 

You felt your mouth moving, speaking something you couldn’t comprehend. You opened your eyes slowly and felt the familiar warmth behind your eyes-balls. It wasn’t as painful as the first time, maybe you were getting stronger? 

You closed your eyes when you heard Alastor coming back, laying your head against a pillow, making it seem like you were tired. If he happened to see your reddened eyes, he would know you were up to something.

“ Dear?”

“ I saw John, not too long ago.” you sighed, trying to contain your smile, you could feel Alastor’s body tensing immediately.

“ Is that so… What did he want?”

“ Well, he wanted me to marry me and to bear his children.” you heard a breaking noise. Did Alastor break something? You opened your eyes, and gasped as Alastor was staring at you, the mug in his hand broken, with hot chocolate falling from the broken cup. You could see his hand bleeding a little but he didn’t care. His eyes were set upon you, any kind of human emotion gone. His smile was still there, which was making the scene terrifyingly exciting. 

“ What did you say?”

You stood up slowly, as if making a quick movement would trigger Alastor. You took off your dressing gown without taking your eyes off him and was satisfied as you saw a glint back in his eyes.

“ I said, the only man I would marry is you. I said I was going to be your wife and bear your children.”

You felt his body relaxed as his gaze traveled on your naked legs, your round chest and your red lips. He smirked as he approached you, clearly wanting to tug you against him. Usually you would let him, feeling Alastor’s pride at claiming you was one of the best things you liked. But today, you would make him work for it.

You held your hand in front of you, with much force you intended because Alastor wasn’t just incapable to touch you, he was almost tugged back. You bit your lips as you saw him take a couple steps back, staring at you with his eyes wide open.

“ Darling, I hope you are not doing what I think you are try to do.”

You needed to stay calm to keep your connection with the spirit that was granting this useful power.

“ I did not finish talking, Alastor.” you walked toward the plate he brought you. He had made pancakes with the hot chocolate, which was thoughtful of him as always. You took the knife while staring at Alastor, keeping your shield around you. “  I said, you were the only man for me.” you slide the blade against your legs, never cutting the skin. You knew Alastor liked the sight of blood, so you would make him adore the sight of your blood.

“ I said I would be whatever you wanted me to be.” you moved the blade near your breast, watching as Alastor was staring at you, never blinking just like a predator ready to wait for his prey to make a bad move and then devour it. “ I would be the best whore in New Orleans if you desire it. Only for you.” You put some pressure on the blade, cutting you slightly making you bleed a little. It wasn’t very pleasurable but the look in Alastor’s eyes made it worth it. “ And if he wanted to separate us, I would kill him myself.”

You only had the time to hold your hand once more in front of you, creating your shield around you as Alastor ran toward you. He punched your shield with his fist just one time, staring down at you with a manic expression.

“ Darling, drop the shield.”

“ No. Remember, you are supposed to be a gentleman. My father asked you to be.” you tilted your head as you pressed even more pressure on your breast with the blade. “ I, however, never said I would be a proper lady.”

“ Don’t play this game, dearest. You are going to lose, just like any other games we used to play when we were younger.”

“ Try me.”

You looked at him as he took a step back, his eyes becoming red, the same color as your eyes. You didn’t care, you were working with Papa Legba, he was at his most powerful when it was daytime, just like right now. You wouldn’t lose. You just needed to stay calm.

You watched as Alastor’s shadow began to move away from your soon to be husband. It was smiling creepily at you, almost mockingly. You gasped as you saw it rushed toward you. Would your shield stop a shadow? You didn’t want to lose right away. You jumped around the sofa, running toward the kitchen, already hearing Alastor behind you. 

You held your hand in front of you, pushing away Alastor who was already near enough to almost catch your arms. You smiled, delighted at his face. He was breathing hard, his eyes were no longer warm chocolate but bloody red. His smile was so big you were afraid it would begin to bleed. You step back, the only thing separating you was the dinner table already set with all the cutlery. 

“ Darling, light of my light, curse of my sanity. Come here.”

“ Why should I?” you grinned, tilting your head.

“ You used your shield even though I told you to never use it to separate myself from you.” he grinned, even though his gaze was menacing. 

“ I would never, isn’t it just you who isn’t capable of catching me? Was that luck last time?” you grinned at him before being startled by a touch on your naked ankles. You looked down at your feet and gasped as Alastor’s shadow gave you a hideous smile, holding your ankles with its hand. “ Fuck!” You held your hand toward it, repulsing it but before you could be proud of yourself, you heard shattering noises. 

Before you knew what was going on, you were pinning against the table, all the cutlery broken on the floor, you wrist pinned on the table near your head as Alastor was above you with a mocking smile.

“ You were saying?” he mocked you, tilting his head.

You forced on your wrist, trying to break free as Alastor was settling between your thighs. You could feel anger inside you, you were doing so great! You wanted to play longer. But you could feel the link with your spirit shake as your anger was taking control of you. You needed to calm down or you would lose the game completely. 

“ You look beautiful like this.” he said before taking the knife from your hand. You gasped as he licked the sharp edge of the blade, still with your blood on it. You felt something cold grip your hands and when you tilted your head back, you could see Aalstor’s shadow caging your wrists, making Alastor capable of using both of his hands.

“ Two against one? You are being unfair.”

“ I never said I would play fair with you. And, you aren’t playing alone right? You have your own spirit with you. It’s not my fault if you can’t control it perfectly, dearest.” he taunted you as he slid the blade against your lingerie. He leaned toward you, inhaling your scent. “ Now that I caught you, I can do anything I want, right, dearest…”

You could feel yourself becoming light headed as you were surrounded by Alastor’s scent and warmth. You just nodded, kissing the top of his head. You squealed as you felt the blade against your naked thigh. You saw Alastor staring at your eyes, his red eyes which were shining with insanity for you. Just for you.

“ If you don’t want it, mon coeur, just call that bastard’s name. Trust me, I’ll stop.”

You bit your lips. Was he talking about John? You just nodded before sighing in bliss as you felt the blade caress your shivering skin. You didn’t know why, but when Alastor was holding the blade, you could only feel pleasure. You tilted your head back as you felt the knife cutting your lingerie from your navel to the top of your breast. 

You moaned as Alastor licked the bleeding cut you made on yourself, right above your nipple. You squeezed his waist between your thighs as he bit your chest, before taking your nipple in his mouth.  The blade was caressing your throat, making you tremble with need. 

Gosh, were you crazy for enjoying this?

You arched your back as Alastor bit on your nipple, tugging at it between his lips.You moaned his name, bucking against his pelvis. You felt warmth in your belly and on your cheeks as you felt his harden shaft against your panty.

“ I want to carve my name on you..” he sighed against your chest as he played with the knife between his skilled fingers. “ Just carving a rune that would be ours—”

“ Do it.” 

You felt him freeze before he let your nipple go and stared at you, his eyes wide. You were wondering what he was thinking. Did he think you were mad? As crazy as him? More? You smiled softly at him.

“ I want you to carve yourself in me.” you moaned.

Alastor tilted his head back, roaring with laughter and before you could ask him anything he was kissing you madly. You kissed him with all the emotions you were feeling, you felt like you were drowning, you felt like dying, you felt alive. You tried to kiss him once more as he stepped back and bringed the knife close to your chest. He was smiling like crazy as he dug the blade against your skin. You arched your back, sighing in bliss. He wasn’t cutting very deep, just enough to make you bleed.

“ You are indescriptible, my dearest. You have me under your spell, robbing me of my thoughts and my sanity.” He was breathing as hard as you as his gaze wasn’t moving from you. “ How did I deserve such a beautiful fiancée?” he kissed your chest as the first line of the A was finished. 

“ You deserve me. You deserve so much..” you breathed as you felt the blade dug once more on your skin. You moaned as he kissed your neck, biting into your skin hard enough to hurt but it was so pleasurable. “ Never leave me..”

He chuckled against your neck as he stepped back, staring at your flushed face and your teary eyes. He was breathtaking. His eyes were staring at you and only you with affection, fondness, envy, obsession and oh so much insanity. 

He pressed the blade on your skin to finish his letter, between your chest would be an A that would always belong to Alastor. 

“ Darling, even if I were to die, I would haunt you.”

That was it.

You held your hand toward him, feeling Alastor’s shadow no longer holding you, your shield forcing Alastor to step back but before he could say anything, you grip his hair and drag him to your lips. You were kissing like he was the air you needed to breathe. You grip the collar of his shirt and ripped it off. You were finally against his naked torso. 

You felt Alastor tapped your thighs, inviting you to jump, which you did immediately. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he pinned you against a wall, his tongue moving with yours in a perfected dance. You clawed at his back, decorating it with scratches from your nails.You would make him bleed just like he did. Marking him as yours.

You felt Alastor’s penis against your panty. You sighed with need before biting his lips until he was bleeding. You needed to feel him, making sure he was real, with you. He held you with one hand before taking once again the knife and cut your panty easily. You were so wet even though Alastor never touched you here. 

You felt him enter you in one thrust making you scream his name in bliss, tilting your head back against the wall behind you. You were gripping at his hair, desperately to feel grounded to something. 

“ I wonder how your dear friend would feel, if he heard you.” he chuckled, breathing as hard as you. 

“ Wh..Who?” you asked, lightheaded. What was he talking about? He kissed you, moving his lips against yours as you moved your hips against him. You wanted to feel him even more, you needed it. 

“ The one who wants to separate us.” he breathed against your lips, his red eyes settling on yours.

“ We’ll kill him.” you said as you kissed him again. You felt his member throbbed inside your walls at your words. You didn’t even know who he was talking about but you would kill anyone who would try to separate you. You gripped his hair hard, forcing him to look at your eyes as red as his. “ I’ll kill anyone who dares to try to separate us.”

You screamed in pleasure as Alastor pinned you against the table, pouding into you. You were clawing at his back as he was licking the blood for your wounds. You could feel your walls clenching around his manhood. You bite him hard on the neck, making him groan. you bit until you could feel blood seeping from your bite.

He leaned back, forcing you to let go of him. You choked as he took your necklace and held it like a leash, strangling you lightly with his own gift he has given you. You tilted your head back, grabbing at his wrist, moving your hips harder against him.

“ Mon coeur, regarde moi.”

You could feel your orgasm coming even though you couldn't breathe properly. You raised your head toward Alastor, looking at him even if he was getting blurry. He tugged you harder against him thanks to your necklace and kissed you, while he held your hand in yours, keeping his brutal pace inside you. 

You felt your eyes roll backward as you came on Alastor’s cock, your walls clenching on it, eager for his seeds. Your legs were trembling against his waist, but you didn’t want to let go. If Alastor was to cum, it would be inside you, nowhere else. 

You came back to yourself and watched as Alastor was breathing heavily, sweat running down his body as he stared at you, his eyes still red.

“ I’m near….”

“  Inside…”  you whispered, stroking his cheeks but he shook his head.

“ Darling, not at that time of the month.” 

He knew your ovulation period better than yourself. You stared at him as you felt his member throbbed. You stared at him before opening your mouth slowly, never looking away from him. You could see his pupils dilated even more, as he understood what you wanted. You said inside, it didn’t mean it has to be inside your lady part. 

He moaned, resting his head against your chest, pouding into you with more vigor. You clenched your walls around him , moaning as you gripped his hair. 

Alastor stepped back and you hurryingly  kneeled in front of you, before taking his penis into your mouth and before you knew it your mouth was filled with his cum. You swallowed every drop, staring at Alastor who was gripping your hair, hissing in pleasure.  You closed your eyes when you felt his fingers through your hair, making you relax.

When everything was swallowed, you stood up and smiled. You felt Alastor lips on your forehead before being carried you in your bedroom and settled on the bed you were going to share with Alastor.

“ Do you need anything?”

“ Just you, come here.”

Alastor laid on the bed and you climbed on him, laying on his naked body. You were kicking your feet in the air, softly,  while looking at his face. You smiled at his relaxed expression but squealed when you felt hands on your body. 

You turned your head and saw the shadow massaging your back. You smiled before looking at Alastor. 

“ It can be useful.” you kissed him softly, multiple times and of course Alastor was kissing you back each time. You touched the A on between your breasts, it wasn’t deep at all, you wondered if it would even stay on your skin. 

“ Now, dearest, where did you meet John?” you looked at Alastor who was looking at you. You massaged his head with your hands, sometimes sliding your nails through his hair. 

“ He was in the woods, where we killed your father…Besides, was it you who put a dead deer instead of your father?” you tilted your head. “ Where is your father?”

“ Underneath the deer, dearest. I dug a hole, buried my father, then I killed a deer and put it on top of him. Nobody would dig again after finding something. When you find a treasure, it’s rare that you keep digging after that, right?” he stroked your back once his shadow left your body.

“ So, you are saying… Is he really there?”

“ And he will always be.” he smirked.

You laughed, nuzzling against Alastor. He was … mind blowing. And he was yours. You put your chin on your hands which were staying on top of Alastor’s chest.

“ So, now, we just have another big pig to kill.”

“ It’s going to be different. My father was a soldier, he was strong and knew how to fight. Our new target doesn’t know how to fight but he is ridiculously fat, we’ll have to be careful.” 

“ I’ll sing, dance and make him choose me, then you’ll come for me and we will kill him both of us. “ you gleed. Even if you would have to learn from Mimzy, you could always use what she would teach you. You weren’t very close with the woman but Alastor said she was useful and knew how to dance and sing so why not give it a try ?

“ I might have to tear off his eyes. He doesn’t deserve them, he shouldn’t even see you dance or sing.” he said with a dark glint in his red eyes.

You giggled as you sat on his pelvis.

“ This is my final signature ! Trust me, I’ll dance for you, even if one hundred people were to watch me, it would mean nothing to me if you weren’t watching me.” You grinded against his penis which was already beginning to harden.” As for John, we’ll take care of him when time comes.” you smiled wickedly without being aware of it, your eyes still red.

You leaned toward Alastor, kissing him as he grinded himself against you. As you both lost yourself to your pleasure you weren’t even aware of both your shadows smiling horrifyingly at you.

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【 don't be afraid to get close 】

prompt #1: He had them against the wall but now he can’t stop looking at their mouth… (ft. jamil viper + riddle rosehearts)

gn! prefect (you/yours), drabbles, word count: 737 words

a/n: i said i'd delete requests, but i figured out that writing them out as hcs was a lot faster aND more fun for me. so. the rest of my 600 followers event fics will be in hc format >:DD had lots of fun writing for mr rosehearts and mr viper, so enjoy

Riddle Rosehearts

The one thing that peeved Riddle more than anything was when a uniform was worn incorrectly. So when he saw you walking around the halls with a loosened tie of all things, he knew he had to intervene.

"Prefect?" You looked at him with a slight smile. "Could you come with me for a minute?" You followed him easily to a more secluded part of the hallway, where Riddle could finally grab at your very loose tie.

"Prefect, as i've emphasized, it is important to keep your appearance as neat as possible," Riddle lectured as he continued to tie the knot. "It not only helps with cleanliness, but also with confide–"

Riddle's gaze flitted up. Big mistake.

He tried not to flinch at the proximity of your face to his. He was definitely not paying attention to the curve of your cheek or the part of your lips. Sevens, your lips looked so soft, he wondered if–

He dropped the tie like he was burned

You raised an eyebrow, "Is this how the great Heartslabyul housewarden ties a tie?"

And Riddle went red. He was sure he was flushing down the base of his neck, but he couldn't get his mouth to work.

"Senpai," There was a hand at his arm, tugging while you innocently tilted your head. "Did you get distracted by something?"

Great Queen of Hearts, Riddle was not going to make it out of here alive.

"O-of course not," Riddle forced out, his voice coming out unnaturally high. "I was merely just...we were standing very close together...."

He shut his mouth, intent on salvaging whatever petty pride he still had left. He then grabbed the tie with shaky hands, working at it once again as if he didn't just flush his rapport with you down the drain just seconds before.

Once the tie was done, Riddle sighed with relief, smoothing the material before letting it go.

"Thanks senpai," You said, before leaning in close and– Riddle shut his eyes, a light pressure landing on his cheek. He opened his eyes to see you smiling as you waved, heading to class as if nothing happened.

Riddle, on the other hand, crouched on the ground. He would never be able to get the flush out of his cheeks.

Jamil Viper

Jamil had a love-hate relationship with rain. but today he was bordering on the "hate" side. He was completely drenched, caught off guard by the rain as he quickly ducked into an alcove, tugging you behind him.

He cursed, pulling out two towels from his gym bag, "It's clean." At your questioning look he elaborated, "I bring two because Floyd always tries to steal mine."

Jamil draped the towel over your head, helping you dry your hair out of habit. He was secretly pleased as you let him do as he wanted.

However, he didn't realize how intimate of a situation he had created for himself until he felt you reaching over with the towel in your hand to help him.

That was when Jamil's gaze slid to the wall that he had backed you into, before dropping down to your lips.

Oh.

Jamil averted his eyes, trying hard to school his expression into neutrality. He picked up his pace, swiping at the water with renewed vigor until—

"Jamil?" A small silence. "Hm?" His reply came late, too busy focusing on a droplet of water as it traced down your face, wishing it was his fingers instead.

"You...look like you want a kiss."

Jamil swallowed, throat dry because he had been completely exposed. How was it that you were able to know his feelings so easily?

He saw the nervousness flit across your expression at the prolonged silence, so he let himself speak, "And...what if i do?"

You tugged at the towel around his neck, pulling him that much closer. His lips met yours clumsily, the cold of the rain fleeing for something warmer. He couldn't help but hold you closer, bridging the gap to feel the slide of your skin against his.

As he pulled back, Jamil wasn't sure what was louder, the sound of the rain pelting the roofs, or the sound of his heartbeat in his ears.

"Was that okay?" You asked tentatively, and Jamil all but wanted to laugh.

Instead he smirked, letting his cold fingers press against the warmth of your cheek, "i think i'll need a few more of those to warm up, ya sukar."

thank you for reading this far ^^ if you'd like to see the rest of the 600 followers event, find it here, and if you want to see more of my writing, go check out my masterlist <3 (p.s. to the people asking, 'ya sukar' means 'my sugar' >:D)

[mackeydoodledoo]

She Wears Short Skirts, I wear T-shirts: Chapter 2

Pairing: Bridget (Cheerleader AU) x (Fem!)Reader

Chapter Summary: After Bridget finds out your 'secret life', you and her have been growing close. With your final homecoming on the other side of the week, you build the courage to ask Bridget to accompany you...

Chapter Warnings: Swearing

Chapter Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip, F/n = Friend's name, Bold/Italic = Daydream, Bold/Indent = Texts, Bold = PA System

Chapter Theme: Motown - Grayscale

A/n: Aight, I didn't expect this one to be THAT long but whatever lol enjoy it

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*Y/n's POV* You walk into the doors of the school fresh Monday morning. Everyone is dressed in their favorite band shirt... As you head to your first class, you see Bridget... Wearing your own band shirt. Most likely she bought it at your last gig.

"Y/n!" She runs up to you and hugs you

"Nice shirt," You chuckle

"Yeah, I know, they're so amazing," She plays along, "The drummer really caught my eye when I saw them. I'm pretty sure they're my favorite after that."

"Oh did they now?" You ask

She links her arm with your and the both of you walk off into the halls.

"You didn't... Tell them right?" You ask

"No I didn't," She rolls her eyes, "I want you to do that."

"Thanks," You chuckle, "Where are we going?"

"To your class," She says

"It was... Back the other way..." You say

She pivots on her heel and turns to where you begin to guide her to your classroom.

+*+

You sit in the back of the classroom, technically supposed to follow the lecture, but you could care less about the class, you were passing anyway...

You lift your hand over her head, twirling her. Bridget smiles as the both of you continue dancing the night away. She wraps her arms round your neck and pulls you close to her.

Wait-

Do I... Like her?!

Once the final bell rung, you begin making your way to the band room to grab your rehearsal gear. However, you notice Bridget down the hall, near the band hall.

"Y/n!" She notices you again

She waves her friends off and runs up to you.

"Are you able to hang out?" She asks

"Agh... Gotta get to band rehearsal," You sigh, "I got a slight bit of time to talk right now."

"Oh..." She says, "I was hoping we could... So I could... You know..."

"You know?..." You ask

"There's something I want to ask," She says

"Go on," You say

"Would you go to Homecoming with me?" She asks, ripping the big question off like a band-aid

"Yeah," You answer, nonchalantly

Her eyes light up, she doesn't say anything in case you misspoke.

"I'm serious," You say, "I'll go with you."

She squeals as she jumps into your arms.

"Gosh, now you won't have time to find an outfit!" She realizes

"As long as you send me a photo of your dress, I'll find something," You say, "Here, hand me your phone..."

She hands you her phone and you put your number into her contact list. You set the photo she took of the both of you as your contact image.

"There, now you can reach me," You say, handing the phone back to her

"Eek!" She squeals, hugging the life out of you, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Alright, gotta go!" You say, running past her

You dash into the band room and quickly grab your equipment, narrowly being late.

+*+

You throw your backpack onto your computer chair and crash right into bed. Your director was working every single fiber of your muscles that rehearsal. You open your phone and see a text from her.

Hey, I realized that I didn't get to give you my number - Bridget No worries, I had to run to band...

She sends you the photo that she took of the both of you over the previous weekend.

Here's my dress...

It was a white base dress with red and pink flowers adorning the canvas.

The colors suit you. Do you want me to go with you? If you want. EEE! Okay! I'm so excited! Also, aren't you in the Homecoming court? Yeah why? Nothing just wondering. Did you want to be in the court so you could walk me down the track? ;) What? Haven's no. I'm not popular enough to be nominated for hoco court. Mayyyyybeeeee if you revealed your drummer-by-night status, maybe you would be. Hard Pass. I'm taking you to homecoming anyway. You're not wrong. We'll have a dance though :) Lucky me :) I'm going to go to bed now, I'll see you tomorrow. Sleep well.

+*+

You walk into School Friday: everyone wearing their year colors: Seniors getting to wear black.

"Yo Y/n, ready for our last pep rally?!" F/n asks, "Getting to leave last period just for and related things is always a plus!"

"Can't wait," You sigh, rolling your eyes jokingly

"A little birdie told me you're taking the cheer team's captain to homecoming," They add, "How did that happen?!"

"She asked, I answered," You say, "Simple as that."

"Come on, since she found out you were in a band, she's been GAWKING at you," F/n states

"No, impossible," You say, chuckling, "She's a cheerleader, I'm a band kid. Popular, and unpopular. She wears short skirts, I wear T-shirts. She;s the cheer captain and... I'm... In the marching band. No way she'd fall for someone like me."

"Jeez you sound stupid," They sigh in annoyance, "Just give her a chance. May never know until it's too late."

"Lets see how homecoming goes," You say

As you sit in the classroom, you had time before the ending bell rung.

"I heard it was a lame band kid that asked the cheer team captain to homecoming..." "Really? I heard it was the drum captain. They're pretty cool." "Still. They're just as lame as the regular band kids."

Your brows furrow as you listen to the comments made about you. You shouldn't care... Shit like that has been happening since you began your marching arts career.

Imagine if they'd find out that the drum captain is in a band-oh my god no...

Would the members of the Cheer Team, and Marching Band report to the band room."

That's my cue.

You sling the strap of your backpack over your shoulder as you weave your way through the desks. You trip over someone's foot sticking out from their desk. However, your feet instantly catch themselves and you compose yourself before continuing to walk forward.

"Sorry loser!" The person laughs

More laughs add in...

"This is not a classroom to make fun of your fellow classmates," The teacher begins to scold them

"It was a joke Ms. [Name]!" They say

"In my eyes it didn't seem like a joke," She says, "Are you alright Y/n?"

At least someone that isn't the band director cares... Sorta...

"I'm fine Ms. [Name]. They're not worth it," You sigh, "They'll never learn."

"Why you!-"

"I recommend you sit back down [Bullies' Name], or I will make sure that you will never see your final homecoming football game, and homecoming," Ms. [Name] firmly states

"Whatever," They huff, sinking back into their chair

"Go on Y/n," She turn to you, smiling

You wave her off and rush to the band room. You were her favorite student, not intentionally. But you treated her with basic respect and turned in her assignments.

+*+

Soon after the pep rally ended, You grab your things from the band hallway and make your way out to the field for a quick practice before prepping for the homecoming parade.

+*+

You hang your jacket up against the bars of your locker and then head out to the tailgate. As you travel further from the entrance of the band room, showering the band area of the tailgate, you found yourself at the very end, seeing the cheerleader's tailgate. You see very familiar pink hair. She wore a warm up two-piece track suit. You'd be surprised if you saw one of them not wearing one of those.

"Hey you," She smiles, "Care to get some food with me?"

"Only if you actually get some food," You say, "I wouldn't want to watch you pass out on the track tonight."

She nods as she takes your arm and leads you through the cheer tailgate.

"Hi mom! Hi dad!" She waves at them

"Oh hi sweetie!" Her mom greets her, "Is this Y/n Y/l/n? We've heard a lot about you."

"Really?" You ask, looking at her

"We really appreciate that you're taking her to homecoming," She adds, "We were surprised that no one had asked her."

"More like she asked me," You say

"Wow," Her dad chimes, fixing the both of you a plate, "That's really bold of her."

"Okay thanks dad bye!" She takes the plates and walks off

You follow after her.

"What was all that about?" You ask

"Parents... They tend to do everything they can to embarrass their kids," She says

"True," You chuckle

The both of you sit somewhere a little secluded to avoid judgmental eyes.

"Sorry you're not hanging with your friends," You say, "I can always go back to my band friends."

"It's not a problem," She tells you, "Besides, I couldn't catch you before the pep rally."

"Aww you missed me," You tease

"Shut up," She lightly shoves you, giggling

After sitting with each other for a little while you check the time on your phone.

"Oh, gotta run," You say, "I'll see you out there."

Bridget nods as you make your way back to the band room.

+*+

You walk in-step with your drumline members as you all walk into the stadium to warm up.

*Bridget's POV* You grab your pompoms and walk with your squad to your part of the stadium. You catch a glimpse of the drumline as you walk by. Y/n looks up after hoisting the drum over her shoulders. She smiles as you walk by. Your cheeks heated and you look away, hoping she wouldn't notice.

"Quit making google eyes at the drum captain," f/n says, "We have our own thing to do tonight."

*Y/n's POV* You tap off a beat and the other members follow suit, in time.

+*+

You meet up with the winds and the guard to run through some show music before heading to the back of the field for pregame.

Pregame goes as normal, with the exception of having alumni perform the fight song off the field.

You go to your seat and begin helping the drum majors pass the drum stands to your drummers who require one.

Throughout the entire game, you really didn't pay attention. You played where the drum majors wanted you all to play, the team either scored or the other team did. But, the game was in the bag anyway. Your eyes drift down to the track and see the cheer team doing a routine. Bridget up in the air and then trusting her teammates holding her up to catch her when she came back down...

If only I had that much faith in my drummers...

You wouldn't trust them to keep you upright. A handful of them were rookies or transferred from the front ensemble. You'd pity the next drum captain after you, and your friend leave, as you and them were the best drumline members, not because of the seniority, but since their both of you were doing indoor drumline since the both of you were eligible to start: The both of you learned from the people who had done Drum Corps; highly elite form of band...

+*+

You walk off of the field as the parents of your fellow seniors meet up with you; your parents included.

"We would like to congratulate all of our seniors and their contribution to our organization," Your band director announces over the speaker system

Some only gave light claps, fellow band parents of non-senior members cheered their hearts out. Your head travels to the side where Bridget stood with her fellow senior cheer members. She smiles as she gives you a subtle applaud.

+*+

Like you predicted... Your football team won the game. The band plays the fight song to the people exiting the stadium. you return to the band room and change out of your uniform, as well as organizing everything in the drum storage.

"Y/n, you have a visitor!" One of the guard girls says

You look near the band room door and see Bridget. you slide on sweatpants and make your way over to her.

"Want to walk home?" She asks

You nod as you sling your backpack over your shoulders.

"Do you get to go home after school when you have either practice or a game?" You ask

"No, do you?" She asks

"Nope," You answer, "Kinda sucks honestly... But, I'd be to band on time. One time the entire freshman class was late to rehearsal.... Our director made them run a few laps."

"Sounds like he's really passionate about marching band," She says

"More like it's to make the rookies 'care' about being in band, or it's a punishment, beats me," You say, "Your cheer coach do something like that?"

"Nope," She says

"Say, wouldn't there be an after-party for the cheer team?" You ask

"There is, but I'm too tired to go, what about the band?" She asks

"Also yes, but I'm also way too tired for it," You answer, "It's being hosted by some band kid I don't know well... Besides, we still have time left."

You walk her up to her door, her parents greeting her at the door.

"Thanks for walking me home like always," Bridget smiles, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah," You smile back, "I'll see you tomorrow."

+*+

You walk over to Bridget's house and wait at her front door until her parents open the door.

"Ahh! Y/n, welcome in," Her mother greets you, "Bridget is finishing up in her room."

You nod as you patiently, but awkwardly wait in silence until you hear footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Hey Bridget," You look up at her

You take in her features that go with her dress...

"You look gorgeous," You smile

Per her parent's request, they take a bunch of photos before the both of you walk to the school.

The both of you walk hand in hand; watching everyone mind themselves.

"Yo Y/n!" F/n walks up to you, "Evening, Bridget."

She happily waves at your friend.

"Wouldn't recommend going in the gym," They say, "Hot as hell, and the music is rank."

"That's unfortunate," You roll your eyes

"Guess we might have to blow this popsicle stand early," f/n suggests

You look at Bridget, the hope in her eyes slowly disappear... But, come back once she processes the idea.

"You know what, I've been to three other ones," She says, continuing to hold your hand, "Let's get out of here."

"One word Y/n, keeper," f/n says, "Come on!"

F/n and their date, you and Bridget head out from campus grounds and find the nearest late-night diner; the four of you sitting in a booth in the corner.

"So, what are you two planning on doing after high school?" f/n's date asks

"We've been considering continuing our band full time," F/n says

You nod.

"Would you bring us on tour?" Bridget asks

"That's if a headlining band asks us to tour with them," You say, "We've never been asked to tour yet. Plus, you wouldn't just be watching. We'd give ya'll something to do."

"Like what" Bridget asks

"Be the people who help run our merch table," You say, "Wouldn't hurt to have help at the table."

"Would we get free merch?" f/n's date leans in

"I mean... Sure," You answer

They both squeal.

"How did we get lucky with the most famous band in town?" Bridget asks, leaning onto you

"Surprised that the school hasn't heard of you guys," f/n date notes

"Well, almost everyone in the school is into rap, or whatever," F/n says, "They don't both to support local music..."

"That's a darn shame," Bridget says, "They really are missing out."

"Oh well, their loss," You sigh, "I kinda like having an audience that is respectful. You could always hear the audience speak during our halftime shows..."

"It's a damn shame," F/n says, "We work our asses off to put on a good show, and then it's like... No one gives a damn."

"No matter though f/n, we'll be out of the godforsaken school soon," You say, "Fortunately we don't have to do anymore halftime shows."

"All that's left is State Finals," They say, "Then indoor season. Really throws us off our gig schedules."

"Indoor is only on the weekends you idiot," You sigh, "We can still do performances on the weeknights."

"We'd be cutting it close to waking up on time for school though," They add

"Must you always be a killjoy?" You ask

"I'm pointing out the facts," They raise their palms in defeat

The four of you continue to converse until the diner began closing for the night.

"See you Monday you two!" You wave off your friend and their date, leaving you and Bridget alone

"I know it's a little late but... Want to take a drive?" You ask

"Sure," She says

The both of you hop into your car and drive in silence: only the music from your radio filling some of that silence.

"Do you know how to drive?" You ask

"I do but... My older brother took the only other car when he moved out," She says

"Well, that really sucks," You sigh, "Well, I'm more than happy to give you a ride. I really love driving."

You take a random turn...

"I would hate for you to put a lot of miles onto your car," She says

"It's not a big deal," You say, "We live near the school anyway."

"Okay," She sighs

+*+

You pull into her driveway, putting the car in park as the both of you relax for a moment.

"Thanks for taking me," She says, "I had a good time. Even though.. Most of it wasn't spent at homecoming."

"Thanks for deciding to accompany me," You reply, "I also had a good time. Even if it wasn't at homecoming, being anywhere with you is an adventure to me."

"I'll... See you Monday," She says, smiling

But she doesn't move from her seat...

"You alright?" You ask, "Did-"

Before you could ask if you did something wrong, you felt her lips touch your cheek. You only sit in the driver's seat in shock as your eyes watch her exit your car. She leans down to the window and waves you off. After waiting for her to close her front door, your brain attempts to process her kiss...

Chapter 3

[marvelling-at-marvel-blog]

Richmond weird/funny interview idea.

I was going to write this as a fic but then realised I would have to try to figure out how y'all do awards shows and what they are called and gave right up.

So in AFL (Australian football), we have this awards night for the best player in the league that year and most of the other big awards (called the brownlow). It basically means all the biggest players in the league come together to this award ceremony. And on the red carpet, they do interviews and stuff for radio and tv. Pretty normal stuff. Most the time, it's what are you wearing, how do you think your year has been, who do you think will win blah blah. But there is this one segment a radio station came up with entitled 'sh*t brownlow questions', and the interviewer just asks completely random and stupid questions for fun. And it's hilarious because these players are just so out of depth with the random questions.

Now I cant get a Richmond version out of my head.

Like they go to an awards show, all dressed to the nines and there is some interviewer there who decides to ask random questions for entertainemnt on his channel, when all the guys are expecting the usual questions and it starts of pretty well and funny

Interviewer: Hey Dani, just a quick question. Would you rather fight 1 Isaac McAdoo sized duck or 100 duck sized Isaac McAdoo's?

Dani in his chipper demeanour: oh I wouldn't want to fight any version of Issac at all he is such a great guy, and I love him....

Dani suddenly going serious and grabbing the mic and looking straight down the camera: But if I had to chose, I would go 1 duck sized Isaac because 100 tiny Isaac's would be too many Isaac's, they would completly overwhelm you and tear you apart!

Interviewer: Hey Colin, just wondering do you do your tax returns as soon as you can or wait until just before the cut off date?

Colin going pale: oh no. When are the tax returns due? I don't know when the last time I did my taxes was......

Interviewer asking like this is going to be a football question: Hey Sam, we are getting to the serious end of the season now so I was was just wondering, who do you think will win..... this seasons Lust Conquers All?

Sam with his serious face at the beggining of the question laughing by the end: Oh Janet for sure but I think I would be a amiss if I didn't mention Jamie was robbed last season.

Interviewer: Hey Roy, just wondering.....

Roy barley glancing at him as he walks past: Nope not doing it, f**k off.

Interviewer: Hey Richard, so the big one is coming up, Wembley Stadium, 90 000 people, just wondering........ did you manage to get Taylor Swift tickets?

Richard without blinking: Yes, yes I did.

Any question asked of Ted, Ted is just ecstatic, takes it 100% seriously, and is generally happy to answer.

The interviewer joking pulls out a cross word from the paper and asks for some help from Beard. Two minutes later, he has a completed crossword, and he just looks at it in astonishment.

Then the interview goes off the rails a little.

The Interviewer asks Jamie a random queation about history but instead of stumping him Jamie lights up and peoceeds to give an in-depth answer with alarming detail and the interview now knows more than he ever needed to on the subject. (This makes Roy even more unhappy because Jamie is now going to 100% talk his ear off about this for the rest of the night, just info dumping on him. Let be real he secretly loves it)

Interviewer: Hey Moe, just wondering if you had an opinion on the election in (insert random country here, most people wouldn't know about the elections of).

Moe: automatically goes into lecture mode about democracy and the evil's of government  and gets so passionate and loud aftet 5 minutes of it Issac needs to come and save the reporter who eyes are as wide as saucers and is questiong everything.

Like, I can just imagine the chaos of the AFC and their personalities in a segment like this. The fans would go crazy for it, too

[beautifulfuckup99]

Request is simple

Alpha JK * Chubby Girl 🫠

Babes, you know I got you! Gonna make this a bit of a part 2 to "I Can Handle It", which has reached 390 hearts so far. I'm so glad ya'll enjoyed it! Lol

Title: A Little Reminder...

Warning(s): SMUT! (Obviously), Body image issues, pregnancy S!X, And, yes, fluff too! Lol

Author's Note: This is for my beautiful Big/Curvy Girls. Love ya'll!

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Jungkook's POV:

My phone rang out as I waited for the light to turn green. I looked down at my phone expecting to see my wife calling, but it wasn't her number. I picked up the call and put the phone on speaker so I could talk without getting a ticket for it.

"Hello?" I asked and quickly heard a sigh of relief come from the other side.

"Finally. What the hell are you doing out there?" Namjoon's deep voice came out in an angry tone, and I fought the urge to roll my eyes at the conversation I know he'll be having with me soon. Even on hiatuses, he was still my Hyung...

"Joon please, I have enough people mad at me for tonight." I muttered softly, hoping for some mercy after the week I've been dragged through.

"Well, someone's gotta figure out where your damn head is at. Y/N says you're cheating on her?" He asks and I want to yell out. 'I'M NOT CHEATING!', but I hold in the frustration. Married. Married, living together, and expecting our first child, and Y/N's insecurities had found a way right back to us.

"She called me crying after you walked out tonight? Didn't I teach you to never leave just leave a fight unresolved?" He lectures and I hit my forehead on the steering wheel before looking back at the road as I drive around the city streets of Soeul. "She said you never touch her and that-" I finally cut Namjoon off from his worried rant.

"I know what she said! I hear it all the damn time. That's why I left. I'm sick and tired of her always accusing me of looking at different women when we're out together or saying that she's not attractive anymore. She's having my child, Joon! We're married for crying out loud! What more should I do to prove I'm not going anywhere?" I asked in pure exhaustion. I'd even taken this break for her, and it seems like nothing was working. This was honestly worse than when we were dating. I hear my Hyung sigh before he begins speaking again.

"You need to understand that she's very sensitive right now, Jungkook. Any and every little thing will find a way to set her off. Especially since you guys haven't been doing much-" I cut him off again.

"That's none of your business." I say fast and then pause. "I-I'm sorry, Joon..." I sigh, just angry that Y/N would even tell him all of this. He hums.

"Jungkook. Y/N said that she believes the reason you won't touch her is because you think she's getting fat." He says, and I huff in annoyance as I stop at another red light.

"Joon..." I whispered while shaking my head. "I still, and will always, look at Y/N like I did the night we met. I've told her how much I love her body!" I try and defend. Namjoon hums again.

"But her body has changed, Jungkook." He points out. "Have you given her a reminder?" He asks and I nod my head before realizing that he can't see me.

"Not a day has gone by where I didn't tell her that..." I stated before remembering the last few weeks. "I... Well, I mean... Work has been busy lately... And... Shit!" I groaned as I hit my head on the steering wheel again before quickly focusing back on the road.

"'Shit' is right." Namjoon sighs. "You know what you've gotta do now right?" He asks and I stay silent, secretly needing this advice. Even as a grown man with a kid on the way, I knew I'll always need the insight of my Hyung.

"You gotta go home and remind your wife why you wanted a ring on that finger." He stats and I chuckle softly before sighing and pulling over on some random street.

"You're right. I gotta go. Thanks, Hyung." I mumbled and heard Namjoon say a small 'goodnight' and also 'good luck' before hanging up.

I had to make this up to my wife, and fast.

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I get home just as the clock shows 2:30am, but I'm not tired at all. I close the door behind me and hear the stairs creak a bit as someone comes downstairs. Turning around, I see my beautiful wife standing at the bottom of the staircase, hands crossed over her chest as she bit the corner of her bottom lip as if waiting for the right words to come to mind... So was I.

I had everything I was gonna say ready in the back of my mind, yet now, seeing her there with her hair a mess, her cute little nose red, and her gorgeous eyes puffy, all from crying... I just felt shame for even putting her through this.

"Baby..." I begin as I started walking over to her, flowers in hand, her favorite. "I am so sorry for everything-" She cuts me off with a shake of her head.

"No... I-It's my fault." She states. "I should've known that you would never cheat on me and I'm sorry I accused you. I-It's just everyone talking about you having 'so much chemistry' with that actress in your new music video... I-I guess I just kinda... Kinda lost it." She whispers with her head going down in shame.

I open my mouth to speak again but my voice gets caught in my throat. What good are words at a point like this? I walk over to my wife and grab her chin, tilting her head up to look at me. "I want you Y/N..." I whisper as I look her in the eyes. She pauses and I grab her by the waist, pulling her against me, her curves working as amazing place holders for my arms.

"You don't have to-" I cut her off by picking her up bridal style so I could take her up the stairs to our bedroom.

"I thought I told you back when we were dating. I can handle you just fine. I think you need a little reminder." I whisper in her ear.

As soon as we get through the doorway of the bedroom, I pinned her up against the first wall I could. I didn't mean to be rough with her, but it's been so long since we've even made out... Lust clouded my mind when she moaned into the kiss because of the sting my hand had just left on her plump ass. I kissed her, my tongue shooting into her mouth so I could taste her for the first-time in... I don't know how long.

I pushed her up against the wall harder as my hands reached down to her legs so she could get the hint to jump up and wrap them around me. My hands went to the hem of my shirt she'd been wearing, basically ripping it off of her. I moved away to get a better look at her and moaned. She was wearing red lace. "You were prepared." I pant and she blushes. "I don't know what you're talking about..." She taunts quietly. I put her down to get a better view of her and her body.

Her gorgeous body...

With a spin of my index finger, I motioned for her to turn for me. She slowly and hesitantly did. She turned her back towards me and I slowly grabbed her hips and squeezed. Fuck, I love this view the most...

"I'd be insane to get tired of a body like this." I whisper in her ear, causing her to turn to look at me from over her shoulder. Her bright eyes made my heart flutter like always.

"You mean that?" She whispers softly, as if challenging my sweet words. Our relationship was always a tug of war, and I loved it. She always kept me on my toes, kept me sharp. I smile before cupping her face, the pad of my thumb stroking her cheek.

"With every fiber in my being." I whisper back before leaning in to kiss her, this time more slowly. Our lips move like butter on a hot pan, the motion is slow and consistent, her tongue licking at my lower lip makes me shiver. I pull away from her lips though as my hands pull her closer to my body.

"How did I get so lucky?" I ask as I eye her, and Y/N blushes slightly, thrusting her butt against me to bump me away a bit before turning fully towards me.

"You make it sound like I'm some goddess..." She tries to taunt but I notice how little sarcasm is in her voice, like now she truly believes that she isn't. It makes an anger spark inside me that is quickly replaced with a need to make her believe me.

"Y/N..." I whisper as I make her look at me. "You are a goddess." I state.

"No, I'm not..." She begins, but I lean in and kiss her again. She puts her hands on my shoulders to probably push me back, but I know what she likes. My lips wrap around her bottom lip to suck on softly, my arms wrapping around her waist to hold her as close as her stomach would let me.

As we make out, my hands move to grip her ass, loving the feel of it in my hands. I loved the feel of her cellulite, the stretch marks, how soft it felt when I squeezed. Like dough. I especially loved the noise it made when I...

Smack!

Y/n gasps against my mouth as I rub the ass cheek I'd just smacked. "Get on the bed. I fucking missed this body." I whisper, tonguing my lip ring as I eye her bashful state. She was always so cute...

"Jungkook-" I cut her off.

"Don't 'Jungkook' me. This is what you wanted, right? Why you've been so fussy? It's cause I haven't been giving it to you lately. I'm gonna make up for that right now." I say as I grab her chin firmly, loving how she breathes unevenly at the promise. "Now get on the fucking bed." I order, not in a mood to repeat myself. Not when all I wanted was her withering under me...

Y/N is quick to get on the bed and I drop my jacket finally before walking over while undoing my belt. I yank it off and use it on her wrists, not needing her hands wondering. "Let me take care of this body." I smirk as my hands roam her half naked body now.

I grope her breasts as she gently moans and it's music to my ears. I kiss the tops of her breasts as I squeeze them. Her back aches so I can reach behind her and take her bra off. I slip her bra off of her perfect body and take time to really look at her again. Her hair's a mess, her cheeks are flushed, and she's never looked better. 

"I am so fucking lucky." I begin. "I get to wake up next to you every morning," I kiss the middle of her chest. "Come home to you every afternoon," I kiss down her stomach. "And make love to you every night. I'm in heaven..." I whispered softly before I pull her underwear all the way off and throw it over my shoulder, not caring where it lands. I spread her legs and get comfy between them.

I focus on her inner thighs, wanting to mark them up, biting and leaving hickeys on her perfect skin. "P-Please... Kookie, please!" Y/N begs in need, and it makes me smirk. Being pregnant made her more sensitive. She was practically leaking on the bed already. My breath brushes over her soaked pussy as I tease her more.

"You want it? Hm?" I taunt quietly as she shivers. I smirk and move to face her. "You know what I wanna hear." I say.

"I-I'm a pretty girl..." She whimpers softly. "Please. Please give it to me..." She whines softly. I hum and cup her pussy in one hand, rubbing my palm against her clit. It makes her moan louder and makes me smirk.

"Fuck, you're so wet, I can hear it..." I say happily as I slide two fingers into her at once cause I know she can take it. And she does. She always takes my fingers so easily. Almost as easy as she takes my cock...

"Oh my god..." She whines as her hips hump against my hand. I move to lay next to her as I focus on finger fucking her, eyes almost rolling every time her walls milked my fingers.

"Look at me. Look at me." I order between pants, and her eyes are half shut as she does, forcing herself to stay focused and not lose it to the pleasure yet. "My pretty girl. You like it?" I whisper against her lips, her hands moving against the belt tied around her wrists.

"Yes! Yes! Please, faster. Please, I love-" I cut her off by adding a third finger and rapidly thrusting them in and out, making her head roll back, and I wasn't letting up. The gushing sound coming from her pussy as I finger fucked her was egging me on too much to let up.

"Baby! Baby!" She gasps in pleasure, hips halting as I get to her sweet spot. I relentlessly hit that spot, over and over again as she says my name and my ego grows. I always thought hearing my name from ARMY was music to my ears, but having my wife chant it as I hold her shaking body with my fingers buried deep inside her? It was just a better use of my name...

"Take me baby... Please. Please, fuck me." She whimpers and I feel completely lightheaded at her pleas. I pull my fingers out, making her groan at the loss.

"Don't worry, baby. I'm gonna give you something much bigger." I assure in her ear, making her squeal. I roll her on to her side with me behind her.

"My hands! Please!" She pants as I kiss and bite along her neck. I groan softly and kiss her ear before releasing her wrists. My hands roam her body before I finally undo my jeans that were acting as a prison for my cock. I moan at the relief of my bulge finally being free from it's trap.

Her hand is on my cock before I can even guide it between her legs myself. I smirk as I watch her eyes stay glued to the mirror by our bed. "You know exactly where to look. Good girl..." I praise as I help push into her.

She sucks in some air fast and I grab her leg to hold over my hip so I can push in deeper. "Fuck..." I groan as I feel my cock instantly become surrounded by her warm and wet walls that squeeze around my length in need. "Treat my cock so good, baby..." I pant.

"Give me..." She whines and it makes me smirk. So needy...

I start fucking her faster and her hand goes to mine that's around her waist. Her nails dig into my arm and the burn of her nails going up my forearm only makes me thrust faster. "Oh... Fuck, baby!" I groaned as I move my hips so I can find her sweet spot.

"Jungkook!" She moans out loudly and I smirk. Found it.

Y/N throws her head back, her hair everywhere and her chest moving rapidly up and down. My head moves to the cork of her neck so naturally. This was so natural. I could never experience this with anyone else. And if I had to fuck her speechless to get it through her head that she was my one and only, then so be it.

"So perfect..." I breathed out against her ear as I watch het through the mirror before slowing down. I wanted her to feel every fucking inch of my cock. I wanted to feel just how tight her walls wrap around my cock with need to keep me in.

"Look at me." I whispered and grab Y/N by her chin before she can move, making her whimper loudly. She locks eyes with me.

"Please. Please, fuck me. I have to cum..." She shivers and I smirk as I move my forehead, so it's pressed to hers. She gasps loudly as I give her hard and slow thrusts.

"You are so perfect." I breathed out and she just whispers my name shakily. I smile at her reaction, eyes rolling shut and mouth dropping open. My firm hand moves to her clit to rub it. The look on her face was one of pure need. Pure beauty...

"I love you. I love your body. I love your mind, baby. Fuck..." I pant. "I fucking love everything about you..." I ramble on as she blushes more, whining how much she loves me.

"Kookie... I... Oh god... H-Harder... I-I love you! Please, baby, harder." Y/N cries out, and I move harder. Her hand moves down to hold mine that's rubbing at her clit faster now. I kiss along her face as she trembles.

"Let go, baby." I breathe out. "Come on, beautiful... Cum for me." I continue and Y/N presses her lips against mine hard, but she barely kisses me, too lost in pleasure. I don't mind though. I swallow all of her moans as she cums hard, her whole body shaking as she throws her head back against my shoulder blade, breaking our kiss. I continue through her orgasm and after a few more thrusts, I cum just as hard inside of her.

We don't move after such an intense session. The silence in the room is loud as we try to catch our breaths. I do, however, spend time kissing all over her face, neck, and shoulder as she softly begins giggling, something she does when fully satisfied, and it's always enough to make me fall all over again.

"I love you." The voice is weak and shaky, but it belongs to the woman I love. So, it's perfect...

"I love you too, baby." I say back, my voice hoarse. I slowly move out of her, making her gasp softly at the loss. I pull her into my side to cuddle.

"I'm sorry. For being a handful." She mutters quietly and I chuckle softly.

"Don't be. I'll always be ready to remind you just how amazing you are. I can handle you, baby. Never forget it." I smirk before kissing her tenderly.

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Also, can we talk about the fact that I've reached 300 followers! Love you all!

[therimmerexperience]

Smegtober- Day 7 (Sacrifice)

“I need to go home,” Ace, Rimmer, told Wildfire, his voice nasal and whiny; he was ready to be himself again. 

“As you wish,” replied the disembodied voice from the cockpit, her tone, as always, indifferent and cold. She scanned her dimensional records with a beep. 

Rimmer's eyes widened in disbelief as he laughed bitterly, “it was that easy? You could have taken the others home at any time too?” 

“Yes, Arnold,” she replied, still indifferent. 

“Why?” He tore the wig from his head, tossing it to the arm of his chair and missing. He left it on the ground.

“Why what?” 

“Why did you never take any of the others back?” He glowered at Wildfire's control panel as if she could see him, as if she had the capacity to care. If he had known, if any of them had known, that they could have just asked to go home, the Ace Rimmer grave planet would be a ring system short of a war memorial. 

“They never asked,” she, once again, answered plainly.

Rimmer shook his head, opening his mouth though the strained feeling in the back of his throat prevented anything from escaping. Eventually, he gave up. Lecturing an unemotional machine on human decency seemed redundant. He felt foolish for even getting upset at her. 

“Just take me home.” He finally relented. 

Wildfire buzzed, a swell of blue expanding in the ink before them and swallowing them whole, spitting them back out in a similar blotchy scene, speckled with stars, only with one major difference; a large spacecraft hung in the sky to the right of Wildfire, dusty rouge and just as tasteless and magnificent as he remembered it. It was home. 

Boarding the dwarf, stepping, for the first time in decades, onto the landing bay, he was greeted by Kryten first, the rest of the crew behind him, his head wider and his body a brighter shade of silver than before. He had aged. Could mechanoids age? Rimmer pushed away the thought. It made him feel old. 

“Mr Ace!” he gushed, a veil of perplexion shrouding his features while his eyes scanned the wig pressed curls on Rimmer’s head. A smug, knowing smile tugged at Lister’s cheeks, the creases around his mouth deeper than Rimmer remembered, his eyes lined, crows feet forming in the corners. He pulled him into a tight hug, much like when he had first left though Lister definitely felt softer.  Rimmer supposed time had done the same to him too.

Red Dwarf itself had changed. Rimmer had noted all of the small differences mentally while on his way to Lister’s room: hallways seemingly stretched further, the ceilings panels no longer resembled styrofoam and he could have sworn there never used to be that many elevators. He wondered if the diesel desks had changed. His next spontaneous getaway the next time someone fell ill would surely be more interesting than the time Lister contracted space mumps- for one, he had an actual body now. 

 Looking around, Rimmer felt like he was in a funhouse, the room distorted compared to the one in his memory; he was still trying to wrap his head around the nanobot resurrection, let alone the changes the resurrection had caused; since when were bunkrooms that big?  It was remarkable how pleasantly sized beds were supposed to be before the JMC budget cuts. He shrugged off his hideous silver flight jacket, throwing it out into the middle of the room and watching it dissolve into light before it hit the floor. 

“So,” he turned to Lister, who was slumped in a chair by the table, “Where did the other me go? The one who was resurrected.”

“He’s hiding,” The scouser chucked, “down in the cargo decks. I think he’s scared you're here to replace him.”

Rimmer settled in the chair opposite Lister’s, resting his hands lackadaisically on the surface in front of him and shooting him a playfully suspicious glance, “and why would he think that?”

“Because that's what I told him,” He grinned idiotically, much like he used to back in his twenties, “It’s not my fault he believed me.”

Rimmer couldn't help but smile in return, “I was never that much of a tremendous coward, was I?”

“Well, he is only human.”

They stewed in silence for a moment. Considering his next words carefully before he let them tumble from his tongue, Rimmer pressed his mouth into a straight line, his brow creasing. He watched his former crewmate tap anxiously on the metal tabletop expectantly for a while. 

“He won't want to take Wildfire,” Lister beat him to it, still tapping, “I think he's worse than you were.”

Rimmer nodded; he knew exactly what he had meant by ‘worse’; he was less adjusted, more cowardly, meaner and so much more bitter- all of the things that made Rimmer 'worse’ than most other people. A hand slid over the top of one of Rimmer's, brushing its thumb over his reassuringly and squeezing it lightly. Lister’s eyes met his, unchanged, still the same shade of brown they always had been: a sickly sweet hue of honey.

“I don’t want to leave,” the hologram admitted sheepishly, withdrawing his hands, “I’ve been Ace too long, Listy. Longer than any other Rimmer.”

“I’m sure I can convince him to give it a go,” he winked, “I’ve done it before.”

—-

Rimmer climbed into the cockpit of Wildfire, gaudy, senset blonde wig askew and flight jacket rubbing the wrong way on his skin; he wasn't ready. He waved to the man who looked just like him, who saluted in return, the H on his forehead shimmering in the light of the landing bay. Lister smiled thankfully, a semblance of guilt on the curl of his lips. How could Rimmer have said no? It wasn't as though he truly belonged here. He was merely a spare part.

“Come on, old love,” Nano-Rimmer prompted Wildfire in an Ace impersonation, still yet to be perfected, “We better be off.”

[soppingwetlegs]

DEFINITELY his type…

Katsuki Bakugo(AgedUp! UA college) PlusSized(fem) x reader

this is a continuation of my last story, I just can’t stop thinking about it, they’re so cute omg.

warnings: fat shaming(a little bit), swearing, suggestive language, kissing😳

“I’m looking forward to it, y/n.”

“I am too, Katsuki.”

After that sweet interaction, Katsuki walked you to class. Engaging in casual conversation, just getting to know each other. “Okay so let’s do something really corny and dumb to get to know each other.” Katsuki raised an eyebrow. “Whad’ya mean?” He says. “Well, I was thinking we could play 20 questions? Except obviously it’ll be more than 20.” You explain with a giggle that makes Katsuki’s heart jump. “Yeah, that does sound fuckin’ dumb…but I’m down.” He said with a smirk. You rolled your eyes and gently nudged him with your shoulder.

When the two of you arrived to the classroom everyone’s eyes immediately went to you. “She’s so big”, “why is he walking with her?” “Ew do you think Bakugo likes her?” “No way right?” You heard all the comments and immediately felt anxious, out of place, ugly. To your surprise Katsuki heard them too, his fists were clenched so tightly his knuckles were white. He looked up to the people he heard talking shit. “I suggest you all keep your bullshit opinions to your fucking selves if you know what’s good for ya!” He shouted, his booming voice was gruff and laced with anger.

The room fell silent. Everyone had fearful looks in their eyes. You made your way to your seat, bakugo following behind and sitting next to you and his friends. “Ignore those dumbasses. They wouldn’t know what a real woman looks like if she killed ‘em.” You nod, trying to push the rude comments out of your mind. “Y-yeah…right.” You say softly. The lecture goes on and we’re dismissed to lunch. You and Bakugo walk to lunch rush’s eatery together talking and laughing as you go. You stand in line and get your food. “Hey, wanna go somewhere cooler for lunch?” You raise an eyebrow. “Like, where?” Bakugo nods his head toward the stairs and you follow in suit. You make our way to the roof, there’s nobody else up there, it’s quiet.

It’s a beautiful sunny day with a light breeze, perfect weather. You sit next to Bakugo and begin eating your lunch, a comfortable silence falls around you two. He can’t help but admire how your features look in the sunlight, your skin looks so soft, he can almost imagine how it would feel beneath his fingers. After a few minutes Bakugo speaks up. “So…20 dumbass questions? Wanna start it up here?” You chuckle softly before nodding. “Sure, we can start. Umm…what’s your favorite color?” Bakugo lets out a humorless laugh. “Seriously?” You shrug. “What? It’s a good first question!” He shakes his head chuckling softly. “It’s a fuckin’ empty question. But uh, I dunno…red. I guess.” You smile at his answer. “Red, huh? Makes sense.” He laughs and shakes his head. “How the hell does it make sense?” You begin explaining. “Well when I think of red I think of anger. Red is an angry color and you seem like an angry guy.” He furrows his brows. “I am not an angry guy!” He yells…angrily. You just laugh and shake your head. “Right…sure you’re not.”

Bakugo continues the questions. “Okay, my turn I guess. What is your favorite movie genre?” You perk up at the question, a giddy expression gracing your soft features. “Horror! I love horror movies.” He smirks. “Yeah? They ain’t too scary for ya?” You shrug. “I mean, I get scared for sure. But that’s what makes them fun to watch. It’s like a little adrenaline rush.” You explain happily. “Well…maybe we could watch one together sometime? I mean if you want to…I don’t really care either way, just uh…figured I’d ask.” You can’t help but chuckle at his nervous offer. “I’d love to watch a horror movie with you, Katsuki.” His first name leaving your lips always sends a shiver down his spine. Your voice is so sweet, he feels himself being more and more drawn to you as the day goes on.

After lunch the last few classes go by quickly, in the blink of an eye you’re back at the dorms. Sitting in the common area talking to everyone. Bakugo sits next to you on the couch, trying not to be creepily close but also not far enough away for someone to squeeze between you two. “Hey, kats.” You turn your head and smile. ‘Kats’ wow…you gave him a nickname. He felt his face heat up, butterflies swarming in his stomach and you’ve only said two words. He’s awestruck just staring into your big brown eyes. “Uh…kats?” He finally snaps out of it. “S-sorry. I uh..I zoned out. Kats, huh? We’re givin’ nicknames now?” He asks with a small smile. “Well, I thought it was cute. You can give me one if you’d like?” He wants so desperately to call you ‘baby’, or ‘love’, ‘sweetheart’, or ‘princess’ but alas, you’re not there yet. So with a deep breath he simply says. “Y/n” is too nice a name to shorten.”

Bakugo got a nice idea and nudged your arm. “You wanna watch a movie?” You smile brightly, making his chest tighten. “I’d love to!” He stands from the couch and walks toward his room. You feel your stomach twist in knots. ‘In his room? Oh god, oh fuck’ you think as you follow him inside. His room was very…man. Plain white sheets with a black bed spread, a small oscillating fan on his desk pointed toward his bed. His walls were littered with AllMight posters and framed photos of him and his friends. He had a small shelf above his bed with several trophies and medals he’d acquired throughout his academic/sports career. You walk around looking at everything, smiling at the photo of him and his mom, he was a grumpy baby too, pouting with a popsicle in his chubby little fist. He sits on his bed and pats the spot next to him, clicking on the tv.

You nervously sit down at the edge of the bed with your hands resting on your thighs. You hear a deep chuckle. “Dude. You think I’m gonna hurt ya or somethin’? You can get comfortable.” He says, looking at you with an amused grin. “Okay…r-right.” You say moving closer, sitting next to him and resting your back against his headboard. He scrolls through Netflix’s horror selection. “Anything good on here?” You smile and point at ‘the last shift’. “That one is really good. It’s like psychological horror, my favorite kind, personally.” He nods and presses play. You glance over at him before leaning down and pulling at the blanket, he’s still laying on top of it. “You cold?” You nod. “A bit..” He moves his legs and pulls the blanket up over your bodies, you slide down a bit and pull it up to your shoulders, feeling cozy while watching the movie.

You watch the movie intently, despite having seen it several times you still jump at some of the spooky parts, you even cover your eyes a few times, earning a soft chuckle from the man next to you. “Scared?” You shake your head. “No way! Just uh…cold.” He leans down a bit closer. “I can protect you, don’t worry.” With a deep breath he takes a leap of faith, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, he holds his breath awaiting your reaction. To his delight you scoot closer, resting your head on his chest and your hand on his stomach, you sigh contentedly at his body heat warning you up. “You’re like a breathing heater. It’s so nice.” He chuckles, rubbing your back gently. “I’m glad I can warm you up…so uh…wanna continue with our questions?” You look up at him through your lashes. “Yeah, sure we can.” You say before resting your head again.

In the midst of our cuddle/question session Denki barges into the room. “Bakubro come hang- oh. OH! okay, buddy I see you!” Bakugo goes to speak but you beat him to it, sitting up quickly. “Get out of here, sparkplug! Can’t you see he’s busy?!” Denki’s eyes widen and he quickly runs out shutting the door behind him. You lay back down and nuzzle into bakugos chest. He was in awe, his eyes wide, his jaw slack. “You’re…so hot.” You laugh loudly, your cheeks tinged with pink. “Sorry, sorry…I’m just enjoying our time together…I also hate interruptions.” You say hiding your face. He grabs your chin and makes you look up at him. “I could kiss you right now…” Your eyes widen, a surge of confidence bursts in your chest. “What’s stopping you?” He smirks and leans in, planting a soft kiss to your lips, you melt into it but it’s over almost as soon as it begins. You open your eyes, sticking your bottom lip out childishly as you pout. “That’s it?”

“What d’ya mean “that’s it”? You…want more?” You shrug and climb onto his lap, straddling him, causing his breath to hitch in his throat. “I mean…I wouldn’t mind more.” You say, looking into his crimson eyes. “I’m not saying we should do anything…crazy. But…” he raises an eyebrow. “Crazy? Define crazy.” You blush furiously. “Come on…you know what I mean..” He scoffs. “You’re already on my lap, how much crazier are we talking? I wanna hear you say it…” You lean in and kiss him again, making him shut up instantly.

“Maybe you’ll find out next time we’re alone…” He bites his lip, blushing at your words. “I’m looking forward to it…princess.”

***AHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. NOBODY TOUCH ME.***

I think I might make this into a short series. the next part will likely be the last one since it’s gonna be smutty 😝 but yeah yeah yeah. I hope whoever reads this enjoys it.

PLEASE REPOST WITH TAGS!!!

[skelletonscloset]

Ok- I have a request for a small RE fic. It’s been burning a hole in my brain: something where Leon comes back from a mission or something with some serious injuries and the reader (who maybe has some kind of medical background or smth??) has to like- convince him to let them take care of him.

Idk I’m honestly not super picky I just think it would such an interesting idea for like- angst but also comfort yk? Literally go wild

OMGGGG thank you soooo much for this Resident Evil request!! i lovedddd writing it!! i hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Mild language and depiction of wounds.

Angst/comfort

1.3k words

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𝔹𝕀𝕋𝔼 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝔹𝕌𝕃𝕃𝔼𝕋

You were called into work on your day off. of course you were. USSTRATCOM wasn’t good at respecting time off or vacation, always pulling people into a big mess that takes weeks to clear up.

It was late, roughly one in the morning when you got the call from Hunnigan, her worried voice over the phone begging you—almost commanding you to come in. Her words were so panicked, so fast you barely had time to make out the words “Leon” and “injured” but that was enough for you to realize why you needed to come in.

The drive to HQ felt longer than usual, maybe it was the fact your sleep was interrupted, or maybe it was the context, the fear. The building was almost completely empty when you got there, save for a few people finishing up reports and agents being sent out on other missions.

“There you are! come on, he’s in the infirmary,” Hunnigan instructed.

You were one of the few medics that had the skill level to treat whatever injuries he had and one of the only ones who was easily available and not out on their own missions. Hunnigan nodded towards the closed door, saying a few final words about what to expect and then walking away.

With a deep sigh you readied yourself. It was never easy dealing with injuries, and the way Hunnigan made it sound these had to be some pretty serious ones.

The light in the room was bright and harsh with multiple cabinets and drawers filled with medical equipment. Leon was on the bed, a grimace on his face and his eyes squeezed shut.

His honey blonde hair was messy and beads of sweat still hadn’t dried on his face. As you approached him you analyzed the injuries you could see. Scratches and cuts littered his face, a gash in his right arm and thick red blood seeped through his shirt.

“Leon what the hell happened!?” You urged as you got closer to him.

“The hell do you think?” His voice was dry and strained, one of his blue eyes opening to peer at your worry stricken face. “It’s alright.”

Your jaw tightened as you reached over for some cleaning supplies, “I think you pushed yourself too hard and did something stupid. and now you’re suffering the consequences. So no, It’s not alright.”

“Yeah well what am I supposed to do? Civilians needed help. I couldn't just leave them there.”

You dabbed a cloth with ointment around the slash on his arm, he hissed in pain. Sometimes you hated how righteous he was, how unwilling to give up he was. But it was something you’d always admired of him anyway. “Listen to me, I know you like to help people, Leon but you need to be more careful. The spain incident and Los Illuminados should’ve been a wake up call that you aren’t invincible.” You hoped that despite your lecturing him, he could understand it was out of concern

He only scoffed, “I know that.” And then he went back to being silent.

You gave him a look before taking out a roll of bandages. “You’re lucky this wasn’t too deep. what caused this?”

“A knife,” he said, rolling his head over to study your movements, eyes fixated on the way your hands carefully wrapped up his bicep in medical gauze.

You shook your head and gently grabbed the hem of his shirt. “I need you to try and sit up, I need this off so I can check the wound.”

He muttered a few incoherent grumbles of disapproval but ultimately subjected to your care. He heaved a deep groan as he sat up with your help. You slowly peeled off the shirt from around his frame and grimaced at the sight of a deep wound, either a stab or bullet entry on the side of his torso. Based on the diameters it looked as though a knife was pushed in and twisted before ripping out.

“Goddammit leon..” you muttered, immediately grabbing another cloth to clean around the wound. “You'll need stitches and I don't have access to anesthesia or lidocaine. so it looks like you’ll be biting down on a belt or something.” It was your attempt at a joke to help ease the tension.

He rolled his eyes, lips pulled into a thin line. He looked so exhausted, dark bags under his eyes. “do what you need to do.”

You walked towards one of the cabinets and pulled out some gloves, thread, and needles. In the corner of the room there was a fridge and freezer used to cool down medicine or preserve it. You grabbed a piece of ice and walked back over to him. “Here bite this.” you handed him a large medical bite wafer. “I'll make this quick.”

You eased the pain in the wound by rubbing the ice carefully around the cleaned edges before slipping the needle into his skin. Your eyes shot up to monitor his reaction in case it became too much. His jaw was set and his eyes shut.

You continued to stitch him shut, a few groans of pain escaped past the wafer as you finished up. After cutting the string and bandaging him up you sighed “all done.” He spit out the wafer into the trash and rubbed his jaw.

He opened his eyes and gave you a weary look. more sweat accumulated on his face and his breathing was more rugged and uneven. His face was still littered in bruises and cuts.

You grabbed a third cloth and dampened it, “Last thing, let me just clean you up then i’ll get you painkillers and give you instructions for what i need you to do following this.” You gently cupped his cheek, turning his face towards you. Tired blue eyes gazed up at you, thick brows furrowed in discomfort.

You dabbed the cloth against some of the cuts and wiped away some of the dirt. Your voice was shaky no matter how much you tried to relax it. “What happens when you get hurt you don’t make it home Leon… what happens when you don’t even realize you got hurt til it kills you. What if-“

“It's not going to happen,” He grabbed your wrist and raised a brow. His voice wasn’t angry or tired. It was gentle and smooth. “I know what I'm doing out there, I promise.”

You closed your eyes and sighed again, “Okay.”

“You don’t believe me.”

“Of course I don't, but it doesn’t change anything.” You bit, pulling your hand from his hold and continuing to clean his face.

Once again his voice was soft and quiet, “Trust me, okay? Or maybe I just need to start having you assigned to my missions too.” Towards the end his tone was more snarky.

“Maybe. If it stops you from being so damn stubborn.” you scoffed out a laugh and set the cloth down.

You gave him a once over as you cleaned up your supplies and disposed of what wasn’t necessary. “Okay you need to be on bed rest for three weeks. And no you cannot get out of this sooner.”

Leon only rolled his eyes again but nodded, knowing all too well that arguing with you clearly wasn’t worth it. “alright alright..”

You patted down your clothes and brushed off your hands. “I'll send Hunnigan in with your medicine and I'll visit you tomorrow.” And with that you turned around.

You halted in surprise when you felt his grip around you wrist, “wait.”

You looked over your shoulder, “Yes, Leon?”

“Thank you. Seriously. Probably would’ve been worse off if it weren’t for the many times you’ve had to take care of me… so.. thanks for worrying. Even if it’s stupid.”

You almost argued back on that last point but held your tongue. “Of course leon. Any time.”

[berriblossom]

KUKI MY LAD!!!

ITS ME AGAIN! (v)

( Barely proof red im half awake ^^" )

I've been seeing some very good responces to the other ask i had done, and i've just had so many ideas! But i really didnt want to stress you out, do im leaving you with this mini ask ( please dont push yourself to start it, i dont want this to become a chore instead of a little side hobby)

This is another papa zhongli ask, with the beast swan little baby reader (i love them so much platonically ♡♡♡)

Are you able to do a uncle put down for me? (Its like putting a kid to bed) with xiao ? Or... mayhaps a auntie put down with like.. ninnguane or something!! (Idk how to spell her name off the top of my head, i also just see her as the rich aunt typa person)

Once again, please take your time and make sure to have fun! (Btw if its alright with you, i might start leaving little incouragemental askes every once in a while ^^)

Im so eepy TT

GOODNIGHT FRIEND !! (ITS 5 AM HELP ME !! )

- (v)

Ahh, more ask! Im totally fine with all the encouragements! These ask make my day! Headcanon time!

When evening comes, who will tuck you in and kiss you goodnight?

Featuring: Childe, Beidou, Ganyu, Ningguang, Shenhe, Xiao, and Papa Zhongli.

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Say what you will about the Fatui harbinger. He may have tried to bring the fall of Liyue, destroy its economy, and somewhat helped in the brutal slaying of its archon before the people's own eyes.

Childe [Uncle TarTag]

But he will be the best uncle no matter what. No matter what.

So when it is time for you to go to bed, he will sometimes procrastinate when you plead with him. "One more game, Uncle Tartag! One more movie, Uncle Tartag! One more!" You bet any money he will watch your favorite movie or read your favorite stories with you before putting you down for a nap or for bedtime.

When he is tucking you in, he is a little rough, to say the least. When you're tucked in. You are tucked in. Like you can't move too much, his strength gets the better of him.

Your bedtime story will have some sort of fighting or violence, which Zhongli has lectured him about. You might be an illuminated beast, but you are still a child. He even got in trouble for telling you to say, "The Tsarita is better than Morax" in a story he told you, and Zhongli wanted to murder him.

Rating: 7/10, he is trying but needs some work in the story department.

You will never be sleeping on her ship. Nit at night, at least. Zhongli has a fear thar if you sleep on her ship, you'll be in another nation by dawn. So yeah, no sleeping on Aunty Beidou's ship. But you can take naps!

Beidou [Captain Aunty Beidou]

Beidou will tell you her stories at sea, how she defeated Haishan, and the stories of her crew. She will never sing any sea shanty's...for reasons. But she'll let Kazuha tell you haikuu's. You can run around the ship until. You're tired out and come lay on her lap for a little nap.

The ship and crew will try to be quiet under Beidou's watch and orders for your nap. She'll let you use her coat as a blankie and kiss your forehead to let you have a few minutes of nap time.

Rating: 7.5 out of 10, only because you can't spend the night but she is good!

Ganyu [Big sister Ganyu]

Now, Ganyu is the queen of naptime with you. Putting you to bed, a little different.

When she puts you down for sleep, she slowly falls asleep, too. She makes your bed extra confy when you're at Jueyun Karst, too comfy. When its bed time, shell read you a bedtime story about Rex Lapis, the Adepti like Aunty Cloudy [cloud retainer].

But slowly and quickly, she will fall asleep with you. She has a small Qilin night light for you, similar to her Cryo globe she makes. She'll have some cool warer near your little setup and some snacks.

By the time she is done reading, she'll be laying beside you, drifting off into sleep with you. She'll let you cuddle her and hold her is you get scared like a good big sister.

Rating: 8/10, she is just a little sleepy, but you're not complaining.

Ningguang [Aunty Ning-Ning]

The times Ganyu has accidently had late nights with you, Ningguang is more than honored to let you hang out with her. Your day is filled with shopping, museums, arts trips, and all the natural beauty of Liyue presented to you on a platter. All for her little swan. Zhongli was fine for you to stay in the Jade Chamber as long as you are respectful and polite.

Ningguang would set you up in a room not far from her desk area or place you on a couch near her office area. She'll get you blankets of the finest cotton, silk, or any fabric. She'll give you some nice cushions for comfort and a nice cup of tea to help you settle down for naps.

She will kiss your head, give you some delicate cuddles, and place you down on her lap if you asked her politely.

If she is in a meeting? Oh, put it on hold real quick, her little swan needs their nightly cuddles and she needs to get it done. Want some tea before bed? Oh, she has it done and will have you in some beautiful silk pajamas while she is at it.

Want to sleep in her expensive bed with her and your plushie, oh she will make some room and let your plushie have its own pillow too.

Ningguang can be really serious at times but if you need her to tuck you in before bed and ask her to tell a story, she will buy the best children's literature book ever written just to read it to you and kiss you goodnight. Yes, she will.

Rating: 7.5/10, your rich Aunty has you covered.

Shenhe [Big sister Shenhe]

She would be lost at first, she knows you aren't human so why sleep like one? But once Ganyu and Cloud Retainer gets it through to her that you are raised in the human world despite being an Adeptus, you act the way you do. Similar to your sleep.

So in some ways, your situation is the opposite but similar to hers.

In comes protective Shenhe mode.

Whatever you want for your nightly routine, she is going to find it, get it, or make Ganyu buy it. She'll learn from Zhongli and Cloud Retainer how to brew and make tea, just for you.

If you ever call her "big sister Shenhe" in your sleep, her yearning to keep you safe even in your dreams grows. Do you want her to kiss your duckie goodnight? She will and tuck it in too beside you. Similarly, with Childe, she can be a little harsh on tucking you in, but over time she learns how to reel it back in.

Do you like her cryo spirits that swirl around you? She'll use them to keep your room cool at night during warm nights.

Want her to tell you stories? She will spend time with the traveler just to come back and tell you about it.

Rating: 8/10, she's a little confused but goodness she has the spirit.

Need him to hold your hand when you get scared of the dark? He will ask Verr Godlet to borrow a night light for you. Or better yet, he will find or make one. He will also still hold your hand.

Xiao [Big Brother Xiao]

Now, this big brother, the conquerer of demons, is the only surviving Yakasha.

He will spoon-feed you almond tofu if you need it before bed. Hell, he will learn the recipe and make it for you. Want to sit on the terrace of the Wangshuu Inn and say hello to the moon? He will have you in his lap while you do it.

Need a little cool air because the room is stuffy or warm? he'll use his anemo vision to bring in a gentle breeze. He will have everything you like and don't like down on a list.

Too much noise? He will find the source and silence it.

Want a bath before bedtime? He will test the temperature himself, and make sure to get your rubber duckies in too.

Need some tea? What's the brew? What type? Hell, where is the leaf so he can pick it himself and make it?

Xiao would sleep beside you too even if he is tense and still as stone. But he will mellow out once hearing you have your big brother here to protect you. Yeah, he will be there to protect you.

Rating: 8.5/10, he will do it only for you. Only for his little sibling.

Zhongli is the standard setter of what bedtime should be like.

Zhongli [He needs no introduction]

Zhongli will not only have your bath ready for when bedtime comes, but also your favorite night-time tea is on the stove ready too. He will pull out your little dragon onesie, with the horns on the hood too. And a little tail, and will put your little yellow socks on too.

You can run around while he folds up your towel and clothes for the next day saying you're a dragon and he will play along, even teaching you about how real dragons act and fly. Zhongli will give you the tea in your special teacup with two pinches of sugar just for you.

Want a little snack? He will be making you little biscuits to enjoy with your tea like little cookies.

When it's really time to settle you in, he will have your nightlight on while reading you a bedtime story. He is the king of bedtime stories he can tell you a story you've heard 100 times like it's never been told before. Want a story about Rex Lapis and the Adepti? He has one, and wants one about the Stove God? he will tell it all.

He will tuck you in gently, making sure you are fully covered and secure. The window will be cracked slightly for some fresh air, and also the coolness.

Have a nightmare and need your Papa?

He will hold you close to his chest and will console you while you cry and talk about it. Assuring you, that your Papa will always come and save you, even from the dark.

He will kiss your forehead and cheeks goodnight, even your plushies too. Repeating how much he loves you, how happy he is to be your papa, and how lucky he is to have you, his little swan with him.

Got scared and want to sleep in his bed?

He will pull you beside him and let you talk to him until you go to sleep finally. He may be exhausted but he will listen to your rambles before bed like it is his morning news.

Rating: ∞/10. No questions, comments, or concerns here.

[maraschinomerry]

Firstly, your fics give me life, they’re incredible! Secondly I was wondering if you could do a Lockwood x sibling!reader fluff? Where reader comes back to Portland Row injured and Lockwood’s worry comes across as frustration and they’re both tense until they eventually both cool down and it’s a soft/bonding moment. Maybe with dialogue prompts: “i’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. no matter the cost.” And "it's alright... it's okay... i'm here now. i've got you."?

Tea and Torn T-shirts

Pairings: Anthony Lockwood x gn! sibling!reader

Content: physical and emotional hurt/comfort, blood, Lockwood being a fluffy protective big brother, mild swearing

A/N: thanks for being patient with this, I've been away all week and haven't had as much time to write as I'd planned! This is my first sibling fic so I hope it's okay!

Word count: 1.8k

Tag list: @neewtmas @marinalor (if anyone wants adding to the list, let me know!)

Where was your key? Where the hell was your key?

You scrabbled frantically across your pockets, trying to feel for the lump of your keyring. Not in your jeans. Damn it. Relief flooded you when you found it in your jacket, only to drain away as you tried and failed one too many times to fit the key into the lock with shaking hands. One more try, you told yourself. The key slipped from your fingers, clattering onto the step, and you swore as you dropped your bag and knocked firmly.

George was shuffling out of the kitchen with a glass of water when there came a colossal thudding at the front door. Nothing good ever came of knocking like that, but against his better judgement he opened it.

"Oh shit," he muttered before he could stop himself.

He barely recognised you at first. Your hair was matted against your head with a mixture of rainwater and something dark. That same dark liquid coated the fingers of your left hand, raised level with your weary face as you tried to look nonchalant leaning on the doorframe. On closer inspection, it was a deep red. The bottom of your T-shirt was jagged and significantly higher than it had been last time he saw you, exposing a grubby patch of stomach. What was missing of it was tied around your left leg, above a tear in your jeans from which radiated a large purplish patch, reaching from a little above the tear to almost down to your knee. George swore again.

"George please," you hushed him, doing your best to ignore how much of your weight you were now putting on the doorframe, "I'm fine. Just help me inside." The pressure of the wood digging into your arm subsided as George ducked under your shoulder to take the weight, other arm wrapping round your waist and holding you up as you hobbled through to the living room. The second you were in range of the sofa, you flopped onto it with a wince.

"I'm going to get Lockwood," he announced.

"No, don't-" you began, frantically and in vain; he'd already gone. Great. About the only thing that could make this worse was a lecture from Anthony bloody Lockwood, your overbearing older brother. Your only hope was to get patched up before he got here. There was a first aid kit in the kitchen, wasn't there?

You hurried to your feet, but a dagger of burning pain shot straight up your leg and into your brain, sending you staggering backwards. So much for that plan. Best bet now was to minimise any opportunities for him to fuss. That could work. You set to, untying the scrap of cloth from around your thigh with one hand and brushing your hair into a vaguely normal style with the other. Hasty footsteps hammered down the stairs, and in a last ditch effort you dragged a blanket over your lap.

—

"What the hell happened?" Lockwood appeared in the doorway, casually dressed in a black T-shirt and light grey sweatpants. His hair was unstyled. Had it not been for the fire in his eyes and voiced, he'd have seemed the most relaxed you'd seen him in years.

"Nothing, I'm-"

"Don't you dare say you're fine," he cut you off sharply. "George said you were bleeding!"

You feigned innocence. "George must have been mistaken." Lockwood moved towards you, silent, calculating, and you were attempting to figure out what he was doing when he whipped the blanket away. You gasped, a combination of shock and the lance of white hot pain the sudden movement sent through you. He swore at the patch on your jeans. You supposed everyone else had a go at swearing tonight, he might as well too. All the colour had drained from his face, and he instructed you to stay put as he dashed from the room.

"Not like I can run off anywhere in this state!" you yelled after him. You looked down at the rip and the gash underneath. Thick, dark blood had started to trickle from it once again. You quickly pressed the heel of your hand to it, biting back a groan.

Your brother returned a few minutes later with the first aid kit and a pair of your short pyjamas.

"Thanks." You held out a hand for the kit, but he kept it close and knelt down beside you. "Ant, I can handle it." As his sibling, you were the only person allowed to call him Ant, he was strictly Lockwood to everyone else or Anthony at a push, but under the circumstances even you felt on thin ice.

He ignored your protest. "Jeans off." Debating whether to be stubborn, a wave of exhaustion washed over you and shattered your willpower. You stood, a hand on his shoulder to keep yourself upright, and when the waistband brushed against the wound and you hissed his head snapped up, eyes filled with concern. As soon as you stepped out of the jeans, you wriggled carefully into the shorts and changed your top at the same time before sinking back onto the sofa. Lockwood held up the tattered remains of your T-shirt.

"What happened? You loved this top." His voice was much softer than it had been. He was right too - he'd bought it for your last birthday, emblazoned with the logo of your favourite band, and you could barely go a week without wearing it at least once. It wasn't unsalvageable, it would just have to be a crop from now on.

"I made a tourniquet with it."

"Oh, so you're not completely stupid," he smirked, but there was an edge to his words that suggested he meant the last word a little more than normal.

"No, just mostly." You tried to keep it lighthearted, thwarted when he pressed an antiseptic to your leg and a whimper fell involuntarily from your lips. He looked up at you again, worry painting his features, and you watched as those same features hardened. He dragged his eyes away.

"I can't believe you went on a case alone."

You frowned in confusion. "Wait, that's not-"

"I know you're still getting used to having George and Lucy around, but at least take me with you."

"No, Ant, listen-"

"No, you listen!" he snapped suddenly, body jerking upwards like he was reacting to the noise as much as you. His fingers slipped from the bandage he'd just finished tying round your thigh to ball into quivering fists, and his eyes were narrowed. You'd never seen him look so angry, and you shrunk back a little. If he noticed, he didn't seem to care. "Do you have any idea how worried I was when I realised you weren't home? How I've spent the whole evening wondering where you were and if you're okay? How much I'd blame myself if anything happened to you, because you're too young to be out there alone and it's my fault for getting you involved in the agency in the first place, because I was so excited that my sibling wanted to be just like me so I let you. I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe, no matter the cost, but I can't do that if you go off half-cocked on cases alone!"

"Anthony!" you finally cried. The red mist lifted from his vision, and all his rage left with it when he saw you, trembling and on the verge of tears. Immediately he sank to his knees, hands on your shoulders. "I wasn't on a case!"

Now it was his turn to look confused. You sniffed, rolling your lips in as you persuaded yourself not to cry. A single tear broke the barricade, and in an instant Lockwood wiped it away.

You steadied yourself with a shaky breath, then explained. "I'd gone out for a walk, to the shop across town for that tea you like. I was on the way back when I heard a scream. There was a little girl, locked in the park, she was on her own and it was past curfew. I couldn't leave her there, Ant." Your voice cracked as you saw him nod in silent understanding. "I hopped the fence and boosted her over. There was something coming so I rushed and ended up slicing my leg on a fence spike."

"Was... was the girl okay?" Lockwood asked quietly.

"She was fine, she had no idea how much danger she was in other than being afraid of the dark. But I..." The Visitor in the park flashed violently behind your eyes, mouth warped in a piercing scream and hands reaching, grabbing. You broke down. "I was so scared." Lockwood leapt into action, moving beside you on the sofa and pulling you into a hug. "I didn't have any salt bombs or anything, just my rapier, and I didn't know what to do. I wish you'd been there, Anthony."

Your brother shushed you calmingly, stroking your hair. "It's alright... It's okay... I'm here now, I've got you."

"I'm sorry I made you worry," you mumbled.

"No, hey it's okay. I'm sorry I got mad. You were doing a good thing, two good things actually, and I don't want you to think that's wrong. Sometimes I forget you're not such a little kid any more, but you're the only family I've got. I know we have George and Lucy now, and they love you to bits too, but it's not the same. So I'm going to be the fussy big brother for as long as I can, okay?"

You agreed, then it clicked what he'd said about two good things. "Oh, I almost forgot! Where's my bag?"

Lockwood went to look - George had brought it into the hallway after he helped you inside. You rummaged through it, producing a small pink box with delight. "I managed to get you that tea after all!"

Lockwood laughed as he turned the box over in his hands. "Now I definitely can't be mad at you."

—

You sat together for a while, all frustration having faded away now you'd cleared the air. He told you stories to keep you calm, adventures from cases he'd done without you or memories from your childhood. At one point, once it was clear the animosity was gone, George popped in with tea, and Lucy also came to check on you. Eventually you let out a yawn, and after checking your bandage once more Lockwood helped you up to your bedroom. As soon as you were under the covers, he disappeared. No goodnight, no sweet dreams, nothing. Rude. You were about to call out for him when he returned with pillows under one arm and his duvet under the other.

"What are you doing?" You let out a surprised chuckle.

"Sleepover," he shrugged. You knew what he was really doing: showing he was there to keep you safe, proving he was absolutely not mad at you. He pitched up at the end of your bed, between you and the doorway. You smiled.

"Thanks, Ant. Love you."

"Love you too. Sleep well."

[troutfur]

If we’re going with indulgences today and Ravenpaw content.

Prompt: FireRaven + “Sorry I got blood on your nose” “You just took on four cats by yourself and that’s what you’re concerned about?” “Well, I can’t compare to legendary adder killer”

JASPER I'M SO SORRY I TOOK FOREVER ON THIS!

I've owed you this for 2 months and a half, but I just haven't been able to get my groove back writing-wise in so long. Hopefully the calm-wrimo ficlets can help combat that.

(If anyone wants to get a ficlet ~500 words I'm aiming to do one daily for all of November. Please do check my guidelines here but other than that submit as many as you'd like. I still got plenty of spots open.)

Let me offer thee:

It was over as fast as it’d begun. The sudden silence as the raiding party retreated left only a faint lingering ring in Ravenpaw’s ears. Gradually, as the adrenaline coursing through his veins diluted into his bloodstream, it dissipated, letting the sensations of the forest come back to him. The booming beats of his heart were first. Then came his labored breaths. Every spiked hair along his back began to fall into position and his raised hackles began to feel uncomfortable to maintain.

“Sorry I got blood on your nose,” came Firepaw’s mew, from his side.

Ravenpaw startled, only now noticing the red stream that was running down the side of his muzzle. “You just took on four cats by yourself and that’s what you’re concerned about?” he asked. It came a little forceful out his muzzle, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel a warm glow rising at his friend’s concern. A feeling that mixed with a certain amount of bafflement.

“Oh that?” Firepaw mewed. “Well, I can’t compare to a legendary adder killer.”

Ravenpaw gave a little gulp at that and tried to act nonchalant by licking off the bloodstain. “...I, well, I suppose...” He spluttered a few more meaningless sounds as he thought of what to say in response. It’d been no big deal, really, just a dumb risk that’d paid off. But for Firepaw to compliment someone so foolish, so reckless, so utterly--

“Here,” Firepaw said with a helpful lick that snapped Ravenpaw back from the realm of his thoughts to the forest. Coming closer, Firepaw fixed his paws around Ravenpaw’s neck and continued washing Ravenpaw’s face.

A purr rumbled in the jett-black apprentice’s throat as he relaxed. Let others around them buzz with worry, taking headcounts of the cats currently present and making plans already for their rebuilt defenses. After the single-minded rush of battle Ravenpaw only wanted to bask in this much more pleasant sensation that enveloped him.

Firepaw gave a chirping mew as he noticed. “There we go!” Firepaw said. “Much more like the Ravenpaw I like.”

A hot sensation spread all across Ravenpaw’s cheeks which he channeled as he began clumsily licking back at Firepaw’s own face.

“Hey! Hey!” Firepaw protested, raising his paws in mock defense as he gave out a giggle. “Ugh, you’re like a dog!”

At that Ravenpaw took offense and gave his friend a light shove backwards. “Hey! Some respect you show the ‘legendary adder killer’!”

The two of them devolved into a playfight right then and there. As they tossed and turned in the dirt the last of the tension of the battle melted straight away. Their swipes turned lazier and their dodges clumsier the more they kept at it until they both collapsed onto their backs giggling messes.

They remained there without much of a concern in them until Tigerclaw’s growl snapped them back into reality. Snapping back into his feet in an instant, Ravenpaw hung his head in shame but before he had any time to lecture his apprentice a booming voice rippled across camp.

“Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the highrock for a Clan meeting!” Bluestar called.

Suddenly at attention the whole Clan gathered and Ravenpaw looked on to his denmate who bounded off with great enthusiasm to be given his next task with which to serve ThunderClan.

[littlexscarletxwitch]

hi there! really love your work especially for florence! 😍

I guess this is kind of an AU, I’m a real simp when it comes to flo singing or anything music related. would it be possible if you could do a scenario where flo works as a singer/performer at a live music bar/pub, has been friends and eventually head over heels with R but has been stuck in a toxic relationship with s/o and flo has been discreetly convincing R that there’s someone (flo obviously HEHE) out there who would treat R better, so flo decides to write a song and invites R to come watch flo perform, as the song is dedicated to R, although R has a dilemma of fixing things with the toxic s/o, or watch flo perform instead …

GAHHH it’d be great if this ends with a big fluff! the song can be anything, could be the actual songs she made or just a song recommendation that would fit the situation. I hope you can continue with the rest of the details cuz i know for sure I’ll enjoy reading it nonetheless! 🧡🙏🏻

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗱 𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵

paring: au!florence pugh x gn!reader

tag(s): fluff, hurt/comfort, r deserving better, toxic relationship, flo super in love with r, proofread but let me know about any mistake

warning(s): mentions of consuming alcohol, mentions of domestic violence (nothing explicit tho), gaslight, abusive boyfriend, gaslight, mentions of psychological abuse, language, grammatical error, (tell me if I missed anything)

word count: 6k

note: when I first read this request I went crazy. I was like this, this is *chef's kiss* c'est magnifique. I had so many ideas for this fic and wanted it to be perfect. I also wanted it to be long, hence the 6k words. I really loved writing this. I had so many options for the song, it literally wasn't until last minute that I decided to go with that one. I really hope you like this just as much as I do, nonnie. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you enjoy! <3

requests are open! + check my rules here <3

His words were venom, piercing your ears and hammering in your brain. 

Tears were forming in the corner of your eyes, but you didn’t dare to shed them, not in front of him. You weren’t going to give him that satisfaction over and over again. He didn’t deserve it. 

But it hadn’t always been like that —he hadn’t always been like that. As he kept on his lecture towards you about breaking that glass, your mind drift off to the day you met him. 

The moment you met him you felt like he was your other half. You thought he was everything you ever wanted, desired and needed. There was something about him that made you feel at ease around him, as if you had known him your entire life. But the truth was you didn’t know him at all. 

That day when the two of you crossed paths, he showed you the version of himself that he wanted you to see. He appeared to be a gentleman, always so caring and giving you everything you yearn for. And you fell for him, for his lies. You couldn’t see who he really was. 

You remembered that day, you ran to find her —Florence. A big smile was plastered on your face, and it was all because of him. You told her about this man you met waiting for your coffee, you told her that you felt he was the one. She called you crazy for feeling that way about a stranger, and warned you that for all the two of you knew, he could be a serial killer. But you were too naive to listen to her, trusting your heart and not your gut, and just let yourself open up to the possibility that he could be the one person you had been looking for your whole life. The one person you had been reading all those stories about, the one person the main character fell for, the one person to fulfil you. And now he was the one person you feared. 

You didn’t know how the two of you got to this point. It all changed without you even noticing it. His caring caress became careless and turned into firmed grips, leaving blue marks on your skin. His light touch turned into slaps. His sweet kisses became poisonous. His loving eyes are now gone and loveless. He was not even a shadow of the person you had met. It was as if you had imagined him, a reflection of what your heart wished for and your brain was too kind and let you fall for him. 

The loud sound of the door closing made you jump, bringing you back to reality. You thanked it was over, at least for now. You were thankful that he only hit you with words. You noticed his car keys were gone, you figured he would be on his way to his favourite bar. The place he frequented everytime he would snap at you. The thought of it made you sick, as if he was the one suffering and he had to drown all his pain and sorrow by intoxicating himself, while you had to stay here, figuring out how to pick yourself up.

You stayed there, sat on the couch, reliving the last few seconds on your mind. Flashes of him screaming at you, anger all over his face, all because of a stupid fucking glass. You wanted to cry and scream all your pain away. But it wasn't going to help you at all. 

You didn’t know how to get out of this, this whole fucking mess that you now got to called life, —your life. So you decided to go to the only place where you would feel safe, warm and at home. You took a look at the clock hanging on the wall. It was now 9PM, she was just getting started. If you were to leave now, you’ll be there for at least her second song. 

You quickly grabbed a hoodie, put on your converse and walked out the door. You needed to go to her, you needed her to feel safe, to tell you that everything was going to be okay, you needed her to put you back together, like she always did. 

The bar where Florence worked was only a block away from your apartment. And as you predicted you got there when she started to announce her next song. The loud noise of chattering filled your ears as soon as you entered the place. But soon died down as she made herself heard. 

“Okay, this next one is called ‘Sweet Caroline’,” the cheering of the people cut her off, which made her chuckle. “Alright, looks like you guys know that one, so please sing along with us.” 

You took a look at her, she moved so confidently on the small stage. A smile found its way into her lips. She was a natural, she was born for this. They all loved her. 

A familiar chime began to play on the guitar, soon followed by Florence’s angelic voice. Although it was a more rock version of the original song, you found comfort in her voice. Soon everyone began to cheer her, and started singing along with her. But all you could focus on was her voice. You noticed the crowd clapping their hands to the beat of the drums. And then everyone lost their minds by the time of the chorus. Screaming, clapping, cheering. 

You looked around yourself, taking in the atmosphere. Everyone seemed to be having the time of their life, moving their bodies to the beat of the song. You believed most of them were drunk already, or maybe getting there, but every single one of them had a big smile on their face. 

You envied them. You wanted to enjoy yourself along with them, get lost in the moment and just dance to Florence's voice. But you couldn't since the last few minutes of your life still were at the back of your mind. Lurking and waiting patiently for you to break once again. But then Florence’s eyes found yours in the sea of people. Her smile grew wider at the sight of you. Your lips formed into a small smile, trying not to worry her right now. You couldnt mess this up for her. She told you once that when she was up there, it was as if she was on the top of the world. So who were you to take that away from her?

But you couldn’t fool her. She knew something was wrong with you the second her eyes landed on your frame. Your fake smile could fool anyone, sometimes even her. But your eyes could never. She could see the pain in them. Something had happened to you. 

Soon enough the song ended, loud cheerings and clappings filled the room. 

“I just want to thank everyone here for being an amazing public,” people whooing at her words. “Please give it up for Josie, the owner, but I think you already know her,” people now were cheering for Josie. “Us being up here wouldn’t be possible without her, so, thank you Jo. Um, we are going to take a break now, but we’ll be back real quick, I promise. Enjoy your beers. Thank you.” 

Florence quickly made her way off of the stage and tried to find you. You weren’t hard to find. She knew exactly where you were waiting for her. Sitting on a bar stool, a glass in your hands which she hoped was just coke, patiently waiting for her. She slowly approached towards you, placing her hand on your back so you would know she was now beside you. Ready to help you in any way she could. 

“Y/n?” she softly asked you, almost whispering. But you could hear her no matter the loud noise around you. You would always find a way to listen to her calming voice. 

“Hey, you!” you faked a smile. “You were absolutely brilliant up there, I loved every second.”

“Just talk to me, Y/n. I can see you’re hurting. Tell me what he did this time,” it didn’t surprise you that she already knew something had happened between you and him. 

Even though she didn’t say his name, just the mention of him brought back the memories of what had happened earlier. Your eyes got watery while your mind took you back to that scene. You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to not spill your tears, and all you could see was his angry face, shouting at you. 

“I, um, I broke a glass, it was my fault, I–,” your own sobs cut you off. 

Florence cursed under her breath.

“Oh, baby. It’s not your fault. It could never be your fault,” she hugged you. Breathing in her perfume calmed you down. “He's an asswhole,” she grabbed your face, making you look at her. “You hear me? He doesn’t deserve you, okay? You’re too good for him. You should dumb his ass tonight.”

“Flo, I don’t know–.”

“I swear I’m going to kill him, I swear, Y/n. Please, don’t go back there,” her fingertips were tracing circles in your cheeks, heat slowly creeping over your face. “ Stay at my place, yes? You can stay as long as you need to. Hell, you could stay forever for all I care,” she joked, but she actually meant what she said.  “Just don’t go back to him.” 

You noticed tears forming in the corner of her eyes. Guilt washing over you, because you caused them.

“I can’t leave him, Flo. He is everything I’ve ever known. Who would want someone as broken as me?” 

I would. I always have. Florence thought, but she couldn't find her voice to tell you. 

Instead she said, “You, Y/n, are the most kind, caring, selfless, loving person I’ve ever had the pleasure to meet. Anyone would be lucky to be right by your side. Damn it, Y/n. You have no idea how special you are. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, and then you’ll understand how fucking remarkable you are.”

You couldn't hold the tears any longer. 

“Oh, no, don’t cry,” but it was too late. Tears were running down your cheeks. She gently wiped them out with her fingertips, but you couldn’t stop them from keeping on falling. “He doesn’t deserve your tears, baby.”

You noticed Florence’s lips on your forehead, leaving small kisses there. She then moved further down to your left cheek, kissing your tears away. Lastly, she left a kiss in the corner of your lips. Which made your stomach and skin burn. You instantly move your head her way, as if trying to find her lips. But she had already pulled back. 

You didn’t know why you did that, why you felt the need to feel her lips against yours, or why you were already missing her lips on your skin. But it was now long forgotten. It was just your body reacting to touch, you told yourself. But it felt good that it was her touch. 

“Stay with me, yes? At least for tonight, until we figured out what to do, okay?”

She made it sound so easy, and you wanted to believe it could be that easy. So you agreed. Tom would probably get mad at you for coming home late, or coming the next morning. But you were done thinking about him for the rest of the day. As Florence said, you two could figure something out later. 

Florence stayed with you as long as she could. She spent her entire break hugging you, kissing you, and telling you sweet words. She was afraid that you would break down once again if she left you. But she had to do her job, the public, her band and Josie were counting on her. Much to her dismay, she left you, leaving kisses all over your face, promising she would be right back. 

Before she got on stage, she went to Josie and asked her to keep an eye on you. Josie, ever being the kind woman she was, didn't have any kind of problem with it. She actually liked you, so she didn’t mind one bit spending time with you. 

You didn’t want Florence to leave. Your heart shrunk the moment you watched her walking away from you. You already missed her and she was only a few feet away from you. Anxiety was creeping over you, your right leg bouncing and your nails picking at your fingers. You needed her soothing touch, her soft warm skin against yours, her lips kissing all your worries away. You felt the noise in the small room getting louder and louder, coming through your ears and pounding your brain. You watched as Josie got closer to you telling you something, probably just saying ‘hello’, but you couldn’t make out her words. It was all becoming too much. And all of a sudden it stopped. 

“Alright, we’re back,” Florence spoke loudly through the microphone. 

Your brain caught on her voice immediately, as if she was the only person in the room, maybe even in the whole universe. 

People shouted as soon as they heard her voice. It seemed like they needed to hear her voice as badly as you did. But you knew you were the only one that felt that way. 

“I’m glad all of you chose to stay a bit longer,” even though you could see in her eyes that she was thinking about you, she was shining, even brighter than the sun. “So, we have a few songs left for you. I hope you enjoyed yourselves tonight, and without further ado: hit it, Jake!” She called out for the drummer to start the little countdown. 

Once again the sound of the guitar filled your ears, quickly followed by the drums and finally Florence’s ethereal voice. As soon as she began singing you found yourself getting lost in her —her voice. There was something so comforting about it that it made you feel at home, safe and loved. You almost thought you had forgotten how that felt, but Florence was right there to remind you. 

Soon enough, you felt your anxiety fading away the more you listened to her. It almost felt like she was just signing to you, and only you. And when her eyes found yours, you finally felt at ease. Or at least that's what you wanted to think. You felt your heart picking up its pace when she sent a wink your way, a grin forming on her lips which made your stomach flip. 

Suddenly a voice pulled you out from your thoughts. This time hearing her clearly. 

“She’s good, isn’t she?” Josie said, while refilling your glass of coke. 

You took one more look at Florence before replying, she was jumping around on the stage. You smiled at that scene. Her happiness was yours. 

“She’s outstanding,” you corrected her, forcing yourself to stop looking at Florence. 

“You know, she talks about you all the time.”

“Does she?” the thought of Florence talking about you to Josie made you blushed. 

“All the time,” she emphasised. “Doesn’t matter if it’s about how breathtaking you are, or how adorable you look in certain clothes, or when she mumbles nonstop about how important you are to her, she always finds a way to talk about you. Even if it’s just to talk shit about that asswhole you called boyfriend.”

Her words took you by surprise, but then again Florence was your best friend, of course she would talk so fondly about you. Then you realised what Josie had said about Tom.

“Yeah, I’m trying to figure out how to handle that part.”

“There’s no handling him, Y/n. You just need to leave his stupidass, simple as that.”

“It’s not that simple, Jo. What if he gets mad about it? What if he…?” you trailed off, not wanting to put that thought out in the world. You glanced at Florence, as if making sure she was alright. 

“He’s not going to mess with her, he knows better than that. He just goes after you because you let him, honey. I’m not trying to sound mean here, I’m just trying to help you out. So, my advice to you is that you leave him, send someone to pick up your stuff and never see that motherfucker ever again.”

“I–.”

“It’s okay, hon, you don’t have to say anything,” Josie cut you off, afraid she got carried away by her emotions. “I understand you, I once was in a position like yours. And I understand how complicated it all is. I just needed you to hear it from someone who went through something similar,” she caressed your cheek, as if both trying to comfort you and herself. “Just take care of yourself, okay? Promise me you will,” you could only nod at her, a lump formed in your throat unabling you to speak up. 

You watched as she went to attend her customers, her words echoing in your brain. You were so engulfed by Josie’s words that you didn’t notice that Florence was now saying goodbye to the crowd. 

“Thank you, everyone for this amazing night. We’re Florence and The Pixies. Goodnight!” As soon as Florence said goodbye, people screamed and cheered one last time for her and the band. 

Once Florence got off the stage, she went looking for you. 

“Hey,” you noticed a thin layer of sweat was covering her body, her short blonde hair was a mess. She still looked stunning. “Let me get my things and will be on our way, okay?”

You only nodded at her, watching her back as she went on to gather her things. Minutes later you watch as she said goodbye to Jake, Karen and Camilla, her band members, and made her way back to you. 

“Let’s get you home,” she said, wrapping her arm around your shoulders. 

You leaned into her touch, seeking warmth and safety.  

“Goodnight, Jo,” the both of you said at the same time, chuckling at the exact same choice of words. 

“Have fun, sweeties,” Josie sent a wink your way, to which you playfully rolled your eyes.  

The moment the two of you got to her car, she quickly  made her way to your door and opened up for you. 

“Why thank you, kind lady,” you joked while taking your seat. 

“My pleasure, my dear,” she said before closing the door. 

You watched as she opened the door to the backseats and tossed her bag inside. Closed the door and made her way to the driver's side. 

She started the car, fastened her seatbelt, looked over at you to make sure you had yours fastened as well, and then she drove the car out of the parking lot. 

“Hey, you wanna grab some food?”

“Yeah, sure. I can call that Italian restaurant you like and we can pick it up.”

“Oh, yeah. Um, I want the one that is like rice, but that’s not what they called it.”

“Risotto?” you held your laugh. 

“Yeah, that one.”

You called the restaurant while Florence drove the two of you there. They told you it would be ready to pick up in twenty minutes, but you two were only five minutes away from the restaurant. 

Once you got to the restaurant parking lot, Florence turned off the car while the two of you waited. Florence thought this would be the right moment to tell you about her exciting news. 

“You know, I, um, I’m signing a new song tomorrow night.”

“Oh, really?” you raised your eyebrows. 

“Yeah. Actually, I wrote it.”

“You did? Why didn’t you tell me?” you playfully smacked her arm. 

“I wanted you to listen to it once it was finished. And it’s finished now. I would love for you to hear it tomorrow night.”

“Hell, yeah. I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” you smiled at her, she felt her cheeks burn at the sight of you. “What is it about?”

“Well, you’ll have to hear it,” she shrugged.

“Oh, come on! Is it about an ex? Is it about Morgan? God, I hated Morgan,” you felt your throat burning at that thought. 

“It’s not about Morgan,” Florence said with a playful tone, her words easing up the burning. 

“Then tell me, please,” but she wasn’t going to give you an answer. “What could it be about?” you thought at loud. You gasped in realisation, “is it about me?” 

Florence was biting her bottom lip, trying to hold her smile but failing miserably. 

“Maybe…” she trailed off. 

Your eyes winded at her answer, your heart skipped a beat, your cheeks were now red. You couldn’t believe she wrote a song about you. 

[...]

You were now laying in Florence’s bed. You two were so tired that after having dinner the two of you just went to bed. 

Florence thought you were already asleep, your breathing was so calmed and slowly. She gently caressed your cheek, afraid that you’ll wake up by her touch. In the dim light she could see your soft lips, slightly parted. She stared at them more than she usually would, trailing their shape with her eyes. You were so close to her that if she were to move, her lips would brush yours. Florence’s heart beating faster at the thought. 

She wasn’t properly thinking, she couldn’t when you were that close to her. Your intoxicating perfume made her mind fuzzy. Or so she told herself, that she wasn’t thinking, that she was only reacting —reacting to you, your body, your lips, your scent. And so she leaned closer to you, and left a sweet kiss in the corner of your lips. 

The light kiss would have probably gone unnoticed by you if it was from a different person. But it was hers, and, even though you were half asleep, your body reacted to her as it would always do. Your eyes immediately opened when you felt her lips on your skin. 

“I’m sorry, I thought you were asleep,” she whispered. She was sorry for waking you up, but not for kissing you. 

“It’s okay,” you whispered back. 

Her eyes seemed to be a darker shade of green in the poor light, almost as if they were filled with lust. Your eyes trailed down her nose, and then her lips. The lips that you had just made contact with. You realised you were staring at them, so you quickly looked up to find her eyes. 

“Y/n…” Florence trailed off. You noticed her voice got lower, making your stomach flipped. 

You unconsciously licked your lips before speaking. 

“Yes?”

You noticed she swallowed a lump that had formed in her throat. 

“I want to, um,” she looked at your lips once, as if you would understand just by the simple action. You understood perfectly. “But I don’t want to fucked things up between us.”

“It’s okay, Flossie,” you moved closer to her, your nose brushing hers, waiting for her to finally take you out of your misery. 

You were both breathing heavily, the air felt thick, and you felt this sort of electricity running through your whole body. 

You gasped as you watched her leaning closer and a soft moan escaped from your mouth the moment you felt her lips against yours. She tasted so sweet. Her lips felt foreign but also familiar. It felt as if you were only made to kiss her lips, and her lips only. Your heart picked up its pace. Your hand went to find her short hair, gently pulling it, earning a whimper out of her. She bit your bottom lip making you groan. She moved her lips away from yours to leave a trail of kisses and bites down your neck, marking you as hers. 

“That’s going to leave a mark.”

“That’s why I did it,” even though you couldn’t see her face, you could feel the grin in her words. 

You grabbed her by her chin, forcing her lips back to yours. Now that you had tasted them you couldn’t get enough of them. Your lips kissed and bit hers. Both of your tongues were dancing with each other. The quiet room was now filled with soft moans and whimpers coming out from the both of you. 

You pressed her chest closer to yours, wanting to feel every inch of her body. You soon realised that your skin was on fire, your mind was clouded by thoughts of her, and although you wanted to take things further, you knew it wasn’t the right time. Not with Tom still in the picture, you would have to handle that situation and then, maybe, you could put your shit together to be what she needed. 

Much to your dismay you pulled back from her, resting your forehead on hers. 

“I, um,” you struggled to find the words, it was as if your brain had gotten drunk on her. “I need to take care of Tom first, okay?” Florence's heart ached at the mention of him. “I promise I will cut him off and then we can talk about this, about us, yes? Maybe after I listen to that wonderful song of yours, okay?”

You watched as stars formed in her eyes, her lips flashing you an upside down smile. 

“Okay, I can do that,” she whispered, almost like she couldn't believe it was actually happening. 

You put your arm around her shoulders, letting her rest her hand on your chest. Florence could feel your heartbeat, beating as fast as hers. Her arms wrapped around your waist, she didn’t want to let go of you. She breathed in your scent and found comfort in it. 

You left a light kiss on her forehead, before finally closing your eyes with a smile on your face, and let exhaustion take over you. That night, you peacefully slept, wrapped in Florence’s arms. Knowing that you were safed, loved and at home. But most importantly, you were with her. And that was all you needed for your heart and mind to be at ease. Even though things would get messy the next day.

[...]

You spent almost the entire day at Florence’s. You told yourself that you only wanted to be with her, and it was true, but it was also an excuse to not face Tom. You watched as your phone lit up once again, his name covering the screen. But you ignore the call, same as the other 20 times he had called before. It was stupid to do that, it would only get him angrier. But as Josie told you, he wouldn’t dare to come near Florence, he would only mess with you. 

You were scared how he would react to you breaking up with him. Although you wanted to live in the present with Florence, all your mind could think of was all the things he would say or do to convince you to stay with him. 

You wanted to believe that you wouldn’t fall for lies again, but you weren’t that strong. So you could only hope that things would go well. 

By nightfall, you asked Florence to drive you home. She insisted that she wanted to stay with you, in case you needed her. But you reassured her that you would be okay, besides she already had to be at Josie’s, getting ready for her show. 

Before getting out of the car, you pecked her lips and promised her you would be there to hear her song. Your heart shrunk as you watched her driving away. You more than anything wanted that to be the truth, that you’d be in time for her song, —your song. You only hoped Tom didn’t make things harder for you.

You took the stairs and in no time, you reached the second floor. You headed to yours and Tom’s apartment door, you took a big breath and opened up the door. That was it, no backing down now. 

The smell of alcohol filled your nose as soon as you walked in, the tv was on, there were pizza left overs on the tea table, and Tom was passed out on the couch. You let out the breath you had been holding when your eyes landed on his unconscious body, maybe the universe was on your side this time. You took this as a sign to gather your stuff and leave him, you decided to pack some clothes and some hygiene products and leave the rest. It didn’t matter to you anyways.

You carefully made your way to yours and Tom’s shared bedroom, even though it had been a long time since the two of you last shared that bed. You grabbed the biggest bag you could find and started to toss everything you could inside. You were almost done when you heard steps coming from the kitchen. Your heart, that had calmed down once you saw Tom pass out, was now beating twenty times faster. 

Slowly you headed to the front door, you saw Tom looking for a beer in the fridge. You thought that maybe you could leave unnoticed, as if you were never there in the first place. But your brain caught on it too late, and Tom was now facing you. 

“Y/n?” his voice was raspy, you weren’t sure if it was because of the alcohol or because he had just woken up. “Where have you been? I’ve been calling you nonstop,” he sounded as if he had been worried sick, he reminded you of the Tom you first met. 

But your heart and mind knew better than that. They now knew that all he did was lie, that he didn’t mean any kind word coming out of his mouth, that he only spoke venom, and you were done with it, this time for good. You had already given him a second chance, and a third, and a fourth, and so many more that you lost count. This was it. 

“I’m leaving, Tom,” you whispered but loud enough for him to hear. 

You felt your hands shaking, a lump in your throat. 

“You can’t leave, Y/n. You won’t.”

“I have to,” tears were starting to form in your eyes, but you weren’t going to shed them. 

“You won’t leave, Y/n. You hear me? You are nothing without me,” he slammed the beer against the floor, you jumped at the sound of glass shattering. 

Tom noticed it, and it made him change his approach. 

“Y/n, baby, come on, It’s me.” 

“No,” you shook your head wanting all of it to be over. 

“Jesus Chrit, come on, Y/n. Just put the bag down. We can talk about this, come on, baby,” he slowly stepped closer to you, but you backed down, hitting your back to the door. “It's because of her, isn’t it?” he spat. “I knew that bitch would cause trouble. Don’t you see? She’s trying to break us apart. Just take a breath okay? Come sit with me, yes? It’s you and me, come on. It’s just us. I love you, Y/n. I really do. Let’s just talk about this.”

A part of you wanted to believe him, wanted to believe he could be better, that he could be the man you fell for. But he wasn’t there anymore, and neither was the person you once were. 

You looked at the clock, it was almost 9PM, time for her show. 

Memories of her came rushing through your mind. Her gentle touch, her soft lips against yours, her fingertips tracing circles on your skin, her teeth leaving marks on your neck, her loving eyes, her sweet moans. And then you realised, that was what love was all about. And Tom was far away from that. 

“You don’t love me, Tom,” you finally found your voice. “Maybe in that sick brain of yours you really think this is love. But it’s not. And you know what,” you reached for the door handle, “I pity you. Because you’ll never know what love is,” you quickly walked outside. 

“Y/n, I swear to God–,” but the shut door didn’t let you listen to him. 

Given that Florence’s show was about to start, you ran downstairs and made your way to the bar. You couldn't miss this, you didn’t want to. You ran as fast as your legs could carry you and hoped you would be there on time. 

“Alright, we are Florence and The Pixies,” you heard once you walked in, relief washing over you as she was just getting started. 

You were a panting mess and your legs felt like they were going to give up any second, but you couldn’t let that happen. 

“I, um, I wrote this song,” you pushed yourself through the crowd getting closer to the stage, —to her. “It’s a really special song, I wrote it for someone I really love,” her eyes finally found yours, finding comfort in them and letting out the breath she didn’t realise she was holding. “I hope you like it, it’s called: ‘You Stupid Bitch” she said looking right at you, a grin plastered on her face. 

Your eyes winded at the title of the song, she chuckled at your reaction and sent a wink your way, your cheeks went red immediately. 

The sound of the drums and guitar filled your ears, soon followed by the bass, and then Florence’s voice. 

“You let the wrong people love you.” 

Your mind instantly thought of Tom.

“But you don't see that, do you?”

 It was true, you had only realised a few seconds ago that what Tom felt for you wasn't love. 

“When you cry and need my comfort. I drop everything to come over.”

All those times you went to her, seeking warmth and safety that she could only offer. 

“Don't bite your lip or grit your teeth. Just count to ten and try to breathe. You stupid bitch, can't you see? The perfect one for you is me.”

Your eyes were now glossy, knowing that she was right. You mentally cursed yourself for not realising her feelings towards you sooner.

“You don't know what you deserve. And that's why you end up hurt.”

Your mind went back to that night when you asked Florence who would want someone as broken as you. 

“But you never listen. Take my advice as criticism. Then make the worst decisions.”

Florence warned you about Tom, what you didn’t listen.

“Don't bite your lip or grit your teeth. Just count to ten and try to breathe. You stupid bitch, can't you see? The perfect one for you is me,” her eyes never left yours, you could see the love she felt for you in them.

She jumped off the stage and moved towards you. 

“You stupid bitch, can't you see? The perfect one for you is me,” she finished her song.

She was now just an inch away from you. 

You bit your bottom lip, trying both to hold your tears and your smile. You couldn’t believe all that she had been holding back. 

“Message received,” you joked. 

“I, um, I–” she tried to say but your lips got her off. 

She didn’t feel foreign this time, she felt good, familiar, right. You were lost in her lips but you still could hear the crowd cheering for the both of you. Which made you smile into the kiss. Much to your dismay, you pulled back from her, not wanting to share more of that special moment with all the half drunk people around you. 

“What about–?

“It’s over.”

“Really?” Florence couldn't hold her smile nor she wanted to.

“Just you and me now,” you rested your forehead against hers. 

“I, I love you, Y/n,” you heard Josie cheering but you weren’t really listening to her words. The only thing on your mind was Florence. 

“I love you more,” you said, and this time it felt real, you felt complete. 

You finally had what you had always been looking for.

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[trenchcoatsbi]

Heyyyyy figured I might as well rq a little something so here we go!

Could I have a drawing of myself as Void Starling Cookie? I'm going to list off all the details I can think of below:

I was very much the crk art style but like I don't really care about the style bc I can't draw in it yet so do whatever you want!!

my skin/dough was white with a hint of really really light purple. A little above my knees the white faded to black for bird-like legs.

If you look at a picture of Stardust Cookie, the white part of the front hair was black, and the blueish flowy hair was like blue violet/violet. Does this make any sense? if not just request more info!

My right eye was red, while my left was a bright purple. I will always have the red eye apparently lol

I still had my black mask :]

Instead of Stardust's big flowy cape, I just had a simple dark purple one that hung from my shoulders. there was also a small part that covered the top of my chest, to around like half way down the rib cage.

for the record I'm pretty sure my design didn't have a white but forget that I'm giving myself a dull green short sleeved shirt bc I need more colors besides white/purple/black/red lol

I just wore a really simple pair of black pants, probably made them myself.

I also had the little Dogwarts banner around my waist like in the Space AU!!!

Around my neck I had a little golden star bow thingy :D

My wings kinda hung out from under the cape? they were purple and faded to white at the farther ends on the tips!

oh and I had small horns on my head, those were black with a purple outline and I had a tail with the same colors! the tail was like a purple line that had a pointed tip filled in black if that makes sense?

Uh yeah I thinks that's all the details, thanks in advance and I'm always here in case of questions! - Voidling Anon

Hey Voidling! I was stuck in lectures all day which sucked but I did get a lot of motivation to draw while bored out of my mind during them lol. I’m not big on trying to emulate other art styles cuz I kinda suck at it but the cookie run style was fun to mimic. Idk how well I did but geez that sure is a cookie shaped guy.

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Discovering Father’s Lies

Words: 1,510

Iwa Gai Au: Neji

Characters: Hyuga Hinata, Aburame Shino, Inuzuka Kiba, Hyuuga Neji

A speck was all Hinata saw, but it was enough to drag her attention away from her friends. Kiba’s words fell on deaf ears as she searched the crowd, sorting through the crowd in search of something. 

What it was she was searching for, she wasn’t quite sure. All she’d seen was a speck of black, but sometimes told her it was important. That she had to find it, so she continued to search. 

She looked past the small group of Kiri shinobi huddled close together in the far left corner. Her eyes flickered over the various shinobi, taking in each one for just a second before moving on.

Finally, she settled on a strange shinobi with a bright green jumpsuit under his uniform. There was nothing about him particularly that called to her, but rather the shinobi standing at his side with his back turned to her. The long waist-length black hair was specifically what caught her attention, as it reminded her of her father. 

It wasn’t her father, though. That much she knew for certain. For one her father wouldn’t be caught conversing with anyone from another village, and the man she was staring at was far too relaxed. His shoulders weren’t held in a rigid manner, and his hands weren’t held perfectly at his side to display restraint.

Yet, she couldn’t help but feel like she knew him. 

“Hinata?” Kiba waved a hand in front of her face, yelping when she smacked it away. “Hey! What was that for?”

“Can’t you see she’s distracted?” Shino scolded their teammate. 

“Yes, I can see that much,” stepping in behind her, Kiba laid his head on her shoulder and followed her line of sight. “What’s so interesting about them?”

“Stop it,” she insisted, trying to shove her teammate’s face away only to have him nip at her fingers. “Kiba!”

“Don’t shove,” he growled slightly, earning himself a light smack to the back of the head from Shino. “Hey!”

“If you don’t want her to shove, don’t invade her personal space,” Coming up to her other side, Shino examined the shinobi she was staring at. “Though, I will admit Kiba is correct to question your interest. There seem’s to be nothing extraordinary about them.”

“That’s not…I’m not looking at them because of that!” She insisted, her face flushing red at the thought of what her teammates might be thinking of her. “I just…they seem familiar.”

“They do?” Shino arched an eyebrow. 

Extending her hand, Hinata pointed at the one with long black hair and cringed when the boy wearing the green jumpsuit glanced her way. “Oh no…”

“It seems you’ve caught their attention,” Kiba snickered as someone else, a girl with big round buns in her hair, turned to look their way. “Look at you Hinata. Making friends already!”

“I’m not-”

“They are Iwagakure shinobi,” Shino noted, taking in the headband that came into view when the green jumpsuit-clad boy turned to face them. “Usually we wouldn’t want to make friends with them, but we are in an alliance now. It could be beneficial.”

Everything was going wrong. 

Hinata hadn’t intended to catch anyone’s attention or cause a scene, but it seemed like she had managed to do both.

“I just,” slapping her hands over her face, she groaned. 

“On the plus side,” Kiba nudged her with his elbow, a huge grin plastered across his face when she opened her fingers up and looked at him from between them. “He’s looking your way now.”

“M-my way!?” Her hands dropped to her side and her eyes snapped over to the man she’d been staring at. As soon as she got a good look at his face, everything fell into place.

She knew just why she’d been staring at him. 

  “N-Neji…”

Memories flooded her mind.

Images of the grave she’d stood in front of silently crying for the cousin she’d lost, all while hoping her father didn’t find her and give her another lecture about showing weakness. 

Sounds of people's voices as they talked about the ‘Hyuga Genius’ who had died too young. The boy who’d never gotten a chance to live.

When she was only nine years old her father had told her with the coldest expression that her cousin was gone. He’d lied to her face, weaving a lie of an illness that came out of nowhere and snatched Neji’s life away before they could do anything to help him.

A lie that she had believed without hesitation.

A lie which she had shed tears over, all while her cousin was alive and well.

A fire sparked inside of her. Anger boiled over when once she’d been too meek and shy to allow it to even simmer.

“Neji!” Straightening herself up, she stared at her cousin with a determined gaze.

“What?” He fired back, his shoulder stiffening as if he was preparing for the worst, and for once Hinata could understand why he would.

After all, if she was her father she’d have the ability to snatch away his life in an instant. To turn that fake funeral into a real one, all with one simple movement. 

She wasn't her father, though. Not in power or in personality.

Her anger wasn’t directed at her cousin, but at the man who’d lied to her. The one who had stared at her with such cold, emotionless eyes and stated that her cousin was dead as if it meant nothing, and then expected her to act as if her heart wasn’t breaking.

“You…” shaking her head, she stormed forward with more confidence than she had felt in her entire life.

“Whoe,” the green-clad shinobi jumped into action and placed himself in front of her cousin without a second thought. Meanwhile, their female teammate produced a kunai out of seemingly nowhere and glared at her while stepping out from behind the boys. “Not a step further.”

“Move,” she demanded.

“Not a chance,” the girl growled back. “We know what you’re capable of. You’re not hurting him!”

“Hinata?” Shino called out to her, a concerned look on his face when she glanced back at him. “Is everything alright?” 

“It’s fine,” she assured him, sighing when he tilted his head and raised an eyebrow. It was clear he didn’t believe her. So, rather than exacerbate the issue, Hinata closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

When she opened her eyes, everything was the same as it had been before.

Shino was still watching her cautiously, ready to pounce into action if he had to. 

Neji’s teammates were still standing in front of him looking ready for a fight.

Meanwhile, Neji just stood there staring at her with cold, angry eyes.

Anger which he had harbored since they were little, and which she didn’t quite understand but had come to accept over the years. An anger that she was certain was due to the way their clan was structured, and the position it put him into.

The position that it had put his father into, and which had ultimately cost him his life while Neji and she were still very young.

It was an anger she could never truly understand, but which she’d hoped to see disappear when they were older, but which seemed to have stuck with him over the years.

“I…” Lowering her eyes, she thought about her next words carefully. Whatever she said, it had to be right. It had to tell Neji exactly how she felt, without making it seem like she was lying to him.

“Hinata,” Shino stepped up to her side and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Confidence, remember?”

Thinking back to all the work she’d done to improve her confidence, she smiled. No one had helped her improve more than Shinox

He’d always been so supportive and understanding even when her shyness took over and she backed away from a terrifying situation.

“Confidence,” she agreed, taking another deep breath before turning to her cousin. “Neji,” a smile spread across her face, soft and kind. “I’m glad to see you’re well.” A scuff was the response she received, but Hinata simply shook her head. “You don’t have to believe me,” she promised. “And don’t worry. I won’t tell father.”

As soon as the promise left her mouth, Neji seemed to relax. “You won’t?” He asked, more confused than annoyed. 

“No,” she confirmed. “I’m just happy to see you, and I'm happy that they,” she glanced between the two shinobi, still standing diligently in front of her cousin. “Well, I’m glad that you found people who care about you.”

She wasn’t sure what would happen next.

There was a war to fight, and it was very possible that her father would find out about Neji’s existence in Iwagakure without her having to tell him.

She didn’t care, though. All that mattered at the moment was that her Cousin was alive.

He was safe.

And most importantly, he finally had people who wanted to keep him safe, rather than expecting him to give up his life for them without question.