#angie got grounded... again

[enbysanavi]

RE:V lords and Mother Miranda with a ghoul reader

Alcina Dimitrescu

There was always something off about you.

You never seemed to tire after long hours of work at her castle, you never shied away from cleaning duty in the dungeon like the others and most importantly you seemed to never bleed.

As a vampire that was one of the first things she noticed about you but never thought to bring it up.

She noticed your lack of heartbeat and lack of smell that usually came with the maids.

Normally she would just leave it alone because you did your job well and did tasks that nobody else wanted to do.

One night when everything was winding down for the evening, she heard the sound of a window breaking.

Usually she would summon her daughters to deal with the intruder but due to it being a colder winter she opted to do it herself.

When she got down to the kitchen she was surprised to see that the intruder’s chest had caved in and his cheeks were sunken. It was like all the air was sucked out of him and he was left as a husk.

She was even more surprised to see you there with an expression similar to a child who got caught stealing cookies.

You had small almost see through horns poking out from your hair. Your skin had turned to a pale grey and you had claws.

“Well, this is a surprise turn of events but not an unexpected one.”

You two had a long chat about what exactly you were.

You explained that you were an air ghoul and escaped from hell to enjoy life on the mortal side of the earth.

She asked if you were happy with serving her and you said yes. After all you got fed human food, were surrounded by humans and got to be in the presence of other unearthly creatures.

You also said that you sucked the air from the intruder because he scared you when you were trying to get a midnight snack.

She sighs and realised that you may be just as much of a handful as her daughters

Karl Heisenberg

Heisenberg smelled smoke when he entered the factory. It wasn’t an uncommon smell but he smelled it more that usual.

When he found you sitting with some of his creations with your arm on fire and marshmallows dangling above the flame he does a double take.

“What. The. Fuck???”

He is so confused.

From what he knew you were just a normal human and yet you were roasting marshmallows off of a flame that covered your entire arm.

You wave at him before tossing a roasted marshmallow at his head.

He catches it and eats it

He shoes away his creations before sitting on a crate in front of you with a bewildered expression.

He asks for an explanation and you tell him your a fire ghoul but just wanna chill up on earth for a bit.

Bewilderment is replaced with excitement.

You bet he wants to figure out a way to combine his powers and yours for an ultimate power up.

Heisenberg is a man of many talents and one of those talents is causing mayhem against Mother Miranda.

“Just think: flaming metal! It would be great!”

You go along with it because of course! This man wants to cause chaos and what else are you supposed to do up on the surface?

Donna Beneviento

Angie had finally convinced Donna to hire a new gardener.

After the last gardener died she was hesitant to allow anyone else close to her again but the plants were growing too much and she could barely keep up.

You had been on the earth for a few months now and decided that staying close to your element would be the best plan so seeing that add for a gardener was a blessing.

When you first met Donna and Angie you were taken to their uniqueness and enjoyed working for the two.

Angie was seen around you more than Donna but that didn’t mean you couldn’t sense her.

She walked on the very ground that you started to tame and once the earth around her mansion was yours, nobody could sneak up on you.

Donna truely figured out something was different about you when you purposely stepped out of Donna’s way when she was supposed to be invisible to your eyes.

Donna kept a closer eye on you through her dolls. Often gifting you one in return for your hard work.

Through the eyes of her dolls was when she first saw you.

Your green skin and brown ram-like horns that curled around your face. The way that the ground moulded and changed to your will was terrifying and interesting to Donna.

She hesitantly started to show herself to your non-green and horned form whenever you would tend to the garden in front of her house.

The conversations would be pretty one sided but as time went on Donna spoke more and more to you, eventually asking about the green skin and horns.

You confess that you’re not human and in fact an earth ghoul that just wanted to become more in touch with your element.

Donna couldn’t help but feel better that your reasoning was so pure.

She offered for you to stay in your natural form if it was more comfortable for you and reassured you than nobody would see you like that if you didn’t want them to.

You felt comforted by Donna’s presence and openness about your natural appearance and you only hopped she felt the same when she showed you her scar.

Angie loved to sit on your shoulders and hold onto your horns, always saying how she could ride the mighty ram into battle.

Salvatore Moreau

It starts small when he notices that someone else is in his waters.

He and his fish are usually the only thing that swim in the village since the villagers are too scared to.

When he spots blue skin in murky green water he gets excited at the idea of a new friend.

Spotting the blue skinned creature was easier than catching you because you were much smaller than he was.

You didn’t have a tail like he did but you could see much clearly under water and evade his capture.

It wasn’t like he wanted to hurt you, he just wanted to meet you and meet someone else who has an affinity for water.

Slowly but surely he was able to coax you out of your hiding spot and onto the shore. He was curious on how someone that looked human could crept for the blue skin and small silver horns, found it’s way into his territory.

You explained that you wanted to see the ocean but only got this far and that you were at water ghoul.

He excitedly told you that there were other lakes around the village that he could take you to.

When you confessed that you only liked his lake because there weren’t any people except for him and his fish he tried to make the water as enjoyable as possible for you.

Mother Miranda

Since you first came to the village she knew you weren’t human. You looked human and ate human food but there was just a strange aura around you.

You weren’t disturbing any of her plans or experiments so she left you alone for the time being.

When you sat on top of her chapel just to get a better look at the stars, she confronted you.

She landed beside you and asked not so calmly why you were on her chapel.

You explained that you leaned no harm and just wanted to see the stars better. After all the village didn’t have the best views.

You were much more calm than anyone else.

Mother Miranda just sighed and offered to show you better spots to see the stars that weren’t on her roof.

She showed you a few places and even varied you to the top of Lady Dimitrescu’s castle because what could Alcina do? It wasn’t like she was going to say no to Miranda.

It became a little tradition for Miranda to meet you at night and watch the night sky with you.

When you confessed to being not human she said she already knew but didn’t know what you were.

You said you were a quintessence ghoul and simply wanted to see the sky.

She was impressed to see a ghoul out in the real world and asked if you could help her with her experiments.

Since you had a lot of free time in the day you agreed.

[rekino2114]

Drv3 girls struggling to open a soda can for you only for himiko to open it easily

A/n:this is very much inspired by a scenario i saw in a wattpad story with some sdra2 characters that I thought was really funny

Kaede akamatsu

She was actually the one who suggested helping you when she saw you struggling to open the can

"Are you sure kaede? It's really tough"

"Don't worry, I got it. Playing piano really strengthens your fingers, you know?

She tries her best but eventually gives you the can back when she understands she can't open it

"Sorry y/n, you were right i think the can might be broken or something"

"Oh it's fine I'll just ask himiko"

"Himiko?"

She had her mouth wide open when himiko managed to open without any problem and needed a bit of time to let the shock go away

"Wow, himiko, I had no idea you were this strong you seem so lazy and short.......n-no offense, sorry"

Kirumi tojo

"Sorry kirumi do you mind opening this can for me?"

"Of course dear, I'd do anything for you"

Her whole ultimate is doing tasks for others, opening a can should be the easiest thing ever to her........except for this one it seems

She really doesn't want to disappoint you, so she tries for a while politely declining anyone who wants to help her.

She also tries other methods like using a towel or even taking off her gloves to open the lid but dejectedly gives up when she sees nothing works

"I am truly sorry y/n, I apologize for not being able to satisfy your request. Shall I call gonta?"

"Oh no Don't worry kirumi, I'll call himiko"

She's surprised by you choosing himiko, but even more when she actually opens it, she puts her gloved hand over her mouth to try to hide her shock

"Are you alright rumi?"

"......y-yes, pardon my surprise I just......didn't expect that"

Angie yonaga

She does a weird prayer before trying to open the can

"Oh great, atua. I ask that you give me the strength to open this can for my beloved"

She proceeds to try to open it for a few seconds before giving up and trying to blast it with divine power

"Oh, I'm sorry y/n but it seems atua is resting, and he can't open the can now"

"T-that's fine I'll just ask himiko"

"Hm?"

Initially she doesn't have too much of a reaction when himiko opens the can but she then clasps her hands together and smiles brightly

"Oh himiko it seems atua has chosen to bestow his power upon you. You must be a chosen one. You have to join me and y/n in his worship"

"N-nyeh?"

Tenko has to grab her and lead her away from your girlfriend

Tenko chabashira

"You asked the right person y/n, I got it"

She, in fact, did not get it

She genuinely tried her best though, she's pretty strong, so she just tried to pull the lid off , before trying again with all her strength and finally using some weird neo aikido move on it.

She'd rather die than ask a male for help and she really wants to impress you so she does anything she can to open it until she's sweating and breathing heavily

"A-are you ok tenko? If you can't do it, I can ask-"

"N-no don't worry, it's just a little....tight....I-I can do it"

We she finally gives up, she slams her head on the table in disappointment

"It's fine tenko, don't be like this himiko can do it"

"........hi.....miko?"

The moment himiko opens the can, she gets up and smiles in happiness. It's like a switch was flipped on her

"Wow you're so amazing himiko, did you use some of your magic?"

Miu iruma

"A soda can? really? You can't open a fucking soda can?"

"You try if you're so confident"

"Of course, I'm confident for a good reason"

The words die in her mouth as she struggles to open it, she cusses for a bit before throwing the can on the ground while blushing intensely

When even that doesn't work she puts her goggles on and tries to see if there's something wrong with it, when she concludes it's just a normal soda can she throws it again and swears at it one last time for good measure

"Soooo it's just a soda can isn't it?"

"S-Shut up, I should invent something for that"

"Don't worry I'll just ask himiko to open it"

"Eh?"

She blushes even more and her jaw drops when she sees himiko has, in fact, managed to open the soda can

"W-what the fuck? How did that flat chested shortstack did it? OK that's it, I'm definitely inventing something for that"

"A can opener already exists you know?"

"Well mine will be all robotic and better"

Maki harukawa

"You can't open it?"

"Yeah"

She sighs before taking the can from your hand, closing her eyes and pulling the lid.

This girl has the training of an assassin, she could choke an adult with her bare hands. she can open a soda can.......

not this time, apparently

When she feels that it didn't open, she opens her eyes and makes a surprised "Hm?" Before trying again repeatedly

She's this close to pulling out a knife and just slicing the lid when kokichi starts to tease her

"Geez you can't even open a soda can? And I thought you were supposed to be-"

"Shut up. Do you wanna die?"

When she gives up, you give her a kiss on the cheek to cheer her up and call himiko.

When the magician opens the can she has the most shocked expression you have ever seen on her face

"...........what? How did she........*sighs* whatever"

[ilythena]

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌 || 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒

★SUM as you begin to get closer to graduating, you realize that things are way different than you planned them to be.

Fem! Reader, Platonic Hughes brothers x reader, the reader is younger than Luke making her the youngest, fears of loneliness, and anxiety, readers nickname is mini, reader is in high school! they’re pictured as siblings but whether or not they are actually biologically related is not mentioned.

♪ Prom - SZA

Looking around at all the bright lights shining from the ceiling, you can see the way everyone is happy and dancing and you can’t help but feel a deep fear in your stomach.

Earlier today, you and your friends were walking around and the topic of colleges and careers came up. You already knew what you wanted to be, having your college and major picked out just in case hockey didn’t work out for you but you doubted that you’d fail to become a pro in the sport industry.

But as everyone went around you realized that everyone is changing, and that nobody in your group wanted to do anything remotely similar to the person next to them. One friend wanted to move to Miami while the other wanted to try doing studies abroad all the way across the world.

You knew you weren’t the best at making friends, and you worked hard to even get to know the ones you do have now. That gut eating feeling that despite how hard you worked to become liked, it didn’t matter because you would have to do it all over again.

Having a group of boys bump into you and bring you back to reality, you realize the room suddenly feels claustrophobic, too many people around you and not enough air, everyone seems to know everyone and you’re just standing there, unsure of where to turn.

Your friend, Angie, notices your sudden change in mood and gently drags you outside for some air with two of your other friends, iris and Lucas, follow behind you guys. “Earth to y/n? You there?” Angie says and you can feel your throat closing up on you before you can do anything.

Tears stinging your eyes and you let out the loudest sob you might’ve ever let out in your entire life. “What happened?! Did someone touch you?? I’ll beat them up right now!” Iris immediately spit out, and Lucas had to tell her to take the calm approach.

You tried to tell them what was wrong but you didn’t know how to say it. Words weren’t coming to your mind and you could barely breath, heavy sobs and snotty tears running down your face and all three of your friends didn’t know what to do. Lucas got a sudden idea, “do you need me to call Quinn for you?” He said and you immediately shouted out a “yes!” With your voice wavering.

He unlocked your phone and pressed Quinn’s contact and just as the phone was about to be sent to voicemail, Quinn answered.

“Hey, aren’t you busy? Why’re you calling-“ “hi. It’s her friend, Lucas? I’m not too sure if you remember me…….but that’s not important!” He said quickly bringing himself back on track

Quinn was sitting on the couch when your contact popped up on his phone. Didn’t think anything of it, hell, he didn’t even know you were calling until he felt the vibration of it in his pocket.

He had to pause playing uno with Jack and Luke to answer the phone, and now that your friend was on your phone instead of you, Quinn immediately knew something was up.

“Um, y/n’s having like some type of break down right now, and she’s so red in the face I think she’s gonna make herself pass out.” Lucas says and Quinn doesn’t hesitate to jump up and ask where you all were. Lucas said that you were all still at the school in the courtyard and that’s all he needed to know before jumping in his car. Obviously, not without an extremely worried Luke in the back and a concerned Jack in the passenger seat.

Quinn got there so fast you would think he had ran every single red light to get to you, and as soon as he saw you, he gently got you up on your feet from the ground and got you in the car. He had the courtesy to see if your friends were okay as well, but they said they were going back inside and that they hope you’re okay.

Jack looks back from his seat and his heart breaks at your distressed state. “Y/n, what happened?” He asked and you still didn’t say anything, just had your sobbing die down into small cries and clinging onto Luke who would’ve provided you the comfort anyways.

As Quinn gives you a random water bottle that you have no idea where it came from, you dont question it and take a few sips. “I’m so scared.” You suddenly say and Luke looks at you puzzled. “Scared of what, mini?” And you suddenly get embarrassed. “I totally overreacted and ruined my whole night over something so stupid.” You groan and throw your head back with a red face.

“It can’t be stupid if you’re scared of it. We won’t judge you” Quinn says gently and Jack nods in agreement. “…..it’s just….. I’m scared of moving on? I guess? I don’t know how to say it…” you say meekly and Luke nods for you to continue.

“I don’t wanna start this stuff all over again. Like, when I started high school I was alone and I didn’t even make my first friend until my sophomore year. And now to know that I have to do it all over again? I’m scared. I don’t want people to think I’m weird, or that I’m unapproachable.” You sigh out and Luke rubs your back in support.

“It won’t be that bad. I know it seems like a lot, but you’ll meet the right people at the right time.” Quinn reassures you as he makes a turn into the driveway of their parents home.

You thank god that they’re not home so you just walk into the house and straight into your room with embarrassment hanging off you.

After a few moments later, all three brothers walk into your room with your favorite food, and you give them a small smile as they make themselves comfortable.

Jack wastes no time immediately snuggling up next to you, as apparently “your bed was more comfortable than his” as he said himself. Luke also wanted to join in on the fun apparently and as he puts the food on your nightstand, he plops himself on top of you and Quinn couldn’t help but laugh at your squeak of “get off me!”

Luke doesn’t budge and simply looks at you, and after a heartbeat of silence, he reaches for a French fry. “We love you y/n. I know I didn’t say much but……I love you!” He said and you smack him on the top of his head as he rolled onto the other side of you.

“Yeah same. Don’t be afraid to tell us anything, even if Quinn is the best at comforting you….” Jack says and you immediately agree with a disagreeing Luke. “I’m physical comfort!” He protest while you and him get into a playful argument and Quinn just stares at the three of you.

“Quinn? You gonna jump into y/n’s bed too or no? It’s too comfortable. Honestly I can fall asleep right now.” Jack says and you scoot your legs up so Quinn could have a place to relax too. And at the look of your eyes waiting for him, how could he say no to his favorite sibling?

After Quinn lays down, definitely more gently than the other two, you reach for your remote and look for a movie that all three of you could watch.

Your parents finally come home and see all four of their children snuggled up into one bed, and your mom coos at the sight while your father smiles.

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I actually hate how I ended this…but I’m sick and really wanted to get something out! 🤍

[thisismeracing]

Banana pancakes | MS47

― Pairing: Mick Schumacher x fem!reader (she/her) ― Word count: 1.2k ― Warnings: not proofread; mentions of food, rain, and childhood memories (it's a small paragraph of the reader talking about her parents in a healthy way, but it may be a trigger to someone, so I'm adding it here); ― Summary: Mick is used to racing cars and living at high speed, but lazy rainy mornings with you are his favorite. Cuddling in bed, making banana pancakes, and listening to the rain fall down while swinging together on the front porch, no travel or circuit beats these moments. ― A/n: I actually liked this far better than I thought I would, so I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Let me know your thoughts by reblogging and/or leaving me an ask (anons are on) *mwah* 🤍

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The sound of the heavy rain falling against the window and the cold space where once was Mick’s body woke Yn up. She stretched her arms just to make sure he wasn’t by the edge of the bed like he did sometimes when dreaming. Some days he would move closer, others farther, it all depended on what kind of dream he was having and how tired he was. This morning though, Yn couldn’t find him, not even when she opened her eyes and scanned the whole room. 

She yawned and huffed before moving to the bathroom to get the day started. When she came out of the room, wearing one of his hoodies, bare feet hitting the cold ground, she could hear the low murmur coming from the kitchen. The smell of coffee and pancakes laced her stomach, and Yn smiled, propping her body on the doorframe. 

Mick was distracted, humming to a song from their Lazy Mornings playlist, while Angie was lying by the counter, peacefully snoring. He was in the process of adding another batch of pancakes to the pan when Yn walked to him hugging his waist from behind.

“Why didn’t you wake me up, babe?” She murmured against the naked skin of his back, littering small kisses there.

Mick left the bowl on the counter and turned to place a proper kiss on Yn’s pouty lips. She sighed and relaxed with how he held her. His gray sweats were hanging low on his hips, and he was barefoot too, but he still felt warm and cuddly. 

“You needed the extra rest,” he kissed each of her eyelids before adding, “and I wanted to make you banana pancakes.” Yn had told him the night prior how she was craving the pancakes she used to eat every morning a while ago, and Mick took the opportunity to pamper her a bit. He was used to the rushing pace of racing weeks, waking up early, spending the whole day and night busy with something, and then running against the clock to wake up early again and run again, and again, and again. So when life slowed down, and he had a break here and there, his body still would wake up early, though his mind was able to relax and decelerate. 

Yn got on her tiptoes once again and left one last peck on his pink lips before walking to the counter to start setting aside the rest of the breakfast. 

They worked around the kitchen together, the sounds from the frying from the stove, the humming from the coffee machine, the low singing from their shared playlist, and the rain hitting the windows coming together to create the perfect symphony. 

Once everything was ready, they sat side by side at the table, Yn’s legs over Mick’s thighs. They ate like this, close to each other, peacefully listening to some of the natural sounds the earth could create. Angie would round them every once in a while looking for a bite of human food, to which Mick would deny, but give up after her persistent doe eyes. 

“We should sit by the porch to watch the rain,” Yn suggested after both of them were finished. She didn’t move to stand though, and Mick smiled, still tracing patterns on the skin of her naked legs. 

“You’ll need to put some sweats on. The wind may be a bit cold.”

“You could just warm me up then,” she shrugged before chuckling and running to the bedroom.

When she came down, Mick had already cleaned the table and started the washing machine. Yn handed him his grey hoodie in exchange for a cup of hot cocoa. Mick put on the piece of clothing, before grabbing his coffee mug with one hand and lacing Yn’s fingers with the free one. She stopped to pet Angie and set the dog on her bed on the way to the back door, and then just like that they were outside. The smell of rain and wetland engulfs the whole space, and for a second it felt like walking in an open art exposition with all the green trees and flowers surrounding the perimeter. 

Mick sat down on the big wooden swing, and Yn snuggled closer to his side, her legs on top of his, while his arm held her close. He moved the swing lightly before letting his feet hang. They enjoyed the taste of their beverages and the warmth of the other in silence. 

It was good to appreciate life like this every once in a while. To watch how some trees would bend but never break, how others would let some leaves go, and how some seemed to enjoy the pouring rain getting greener and shinier with every second. 

“I love the rain,” Yn whispered in thought, and Mick hummed, turning his head to look at her and planting a kiss on her forehead. 

“And I love you.” 

She shifted and held Mick’s jaw, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. He hummed in appreciation and gave the perfect space for her tongue to explore his, the coffee and cocoa getting colder in their hands.

Yn declared her love back in a low tone, as if it was their secret and as if the trees were watching. 

“Why do you love the rain? We never really had a deep conversation on the topic,” Mick asked after some time, sipping his lukewarm coffee.

Yn frowned and gave him her best defiant grin. “How do you know there’s a deeper meaning behind my affection for the rain?” 

“Because I know you,” he stated simply, and she huffed, smiling.

“Fair enough,” she took a sip of her drink, holding it with her two hands in an attempt to wash away the cold. “The small raindrops can take away anything if only they’re persistent enough.”

Mick nodded and kept watching her, knowing Yn was not done with her explanation. “It’s not about hard rain, but persistent rain. When I was a kid, I drew on the outside of my house using markers. Only later I realized it wouldn’t go away rubbing it, so I went crying to my parents. My dad was a bit annoyed, but my mom just looked up at the sky and told me the rain was coming, to which my dad answered that it wasn’t heavy rain, not a storm. But Mom assured us that constant rain was far better than heavy rain in that case. When we woke up the next day, after hours of regular rain, the wall was actually clean. Of course, I only started to think about it as a metaphor when I was older, but yeah, I like the idea of constant things far better than heavy ones. A constant can be just as intense, and it brings you warmth, makes you feel safe, secure, at home.” 

“I had no idea love and rain had so much in common,” Mick confesses, and Yn nods.

“Yeah, you’re like constant rain to me. You make me banana pancakes even when I didn't openly ask for them, you keep me warm, make me feel at home, and love me. It’s nice to experience it beside you.”

The blonde grins, setting their cups aside and bringing Yn to his lap. They sigh, lacing their bodies together in a tender hug, feeling warm, safe, secure, at home, and watching the rain fall outside their porch. 

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Jon wasn't surprised when he woke up in the middle of the night with the sound of retching.

Like clockwork, Leo's stress tanked his immunity and he got sick. Despite being sleepy and his whole body hurting thanks to all the flying around and his messed up sleep pattern, Jonah stumbled to the bathroom, nearly walking into the doorframe.

He poked his head in and sighed, Leo was hunched over the toilet, one arm wrapped around his stomach, the other one draped on the seat.

Before bed they had shared a ridiculously long shower, until they both felt like people again. Now, Leo's humid hair fell in front of his face, the very tips nearly reaching his mouth.

"Aw, Leo," Jonah groaned, walking in and crouching down, pulling back his boyfriend's hair. He planted a hand in the middle of Leo's back and cringed as he could feel the heat rolling off of him, "how long you've been here?"

"Uhm... Dunno," Leo spat in the clear water, unable to keep the drool in, "I don't feel well..."

"I know," Jon rubbed vigorously, snorting to himself as he realized he had missed even this. How stupidly in love was he that he missed rubbing Leo's back as he threw up?

Leo lurched forward with a deafening retch, but didn't bring up more than some acidic spit and he let out a moan, "I can feel it..." he pushed in his own stomach and Jonah cringed in sympathy as he heard a growl coming from the upset organ, a wet burp rolling out of Leo's lips, "ugh. Not coming."

"Come to bed," Jonah grabbed his shoulder to keep Leo from falling against the bathtub, "I'll bring a bin for you, but come to bed."

"Noo..." Leo's eyes squeezed and he gulped down, "I'm gonna be sick."

"Yeah, no shit, baby," Jonah rolled his eyes, "I don't want you in the cold bathroom ground, c'mon-" he wrapped an arm around Leo's chest, using all his force to pull him up. The blonde stumbled, nearly taking them both down, before he straightened up.

He braced against the sink to wash his clammy face and caught Jonah's eyes in the mirror, "you're clingy."

"Distance makes the heart grow fonder and all that shit," Jonah smiled at him, appreciating the glimpse of his boyfriend's personality under all the nausea and heartbreak. Leo swished some water around in his mouth and spat it out, hanging over the bowl for a second as he took measured breaths.

"Yeah, all that shit," he pressed his stomach against the marble, forcing up a little UUrp and wrinkling his nose, "my body fucking hates me."

"Your body is exhausted," Jonah corrected him, planting a hand on Leo's forehead and pushing back his bangs, "and didn't stand a chance against the mighty European germs I brought home."

"UUhm..." Leo groaned, his stomach gurgling in the silent bathroom, "so you're to blame for this," he lifted up his head to glare at Jon in the mirror and Jonah frowned, feeling a stab of guilt.

"I'm sorry-"

"I'm joking," Leo cut him off sharply, "I'll take a stomach bug to have you home, any day," he straightened up, "I'll need that bowl though."

Five minutes later they were in bed, Jonah had planted the promised bowl on the bedside table and Leo was draped over him like he wanted to melt their bodies together. His cheek was pressed to Jonah's chest and he kept muffling little sick burps against the man's shirt, but didn't pull back.

"How was Europe?" Leo asked after a minute of silence, while Jonah started petting his hair, fully hoping Leo's body would be able to just deal with the nausea on its own.

"Old," Jonah smiled, "same as its been for the past thousand of years."

"Oh c'mon, you want me to believe you weren't having a blast in Paris?" Leo groaned, "I know you love me, but give me a break-"

"No," Jon snorted, "it's not that, though I would have preferred to have you there. It's just I have been to most the places we visited, the fun part was spending time with Angie, not the tourism."

"She's too pissed you guys had to cut it short?" Leo sighed, sounding defeated and Jonah paused the hair petting in order to look at his face.

"She's worried and pissed she's in the dark, but not over cutting it short. Angie really likes you, baby, she was completely understanding," he ran his fingers over Leo's forehead, warm but not enough he should be worrying, "besides, we're gonna see her much more often."

"Uh?" Leo pulled back, in order to sit up, and Jonah frowned.

"Leo?"

"Give me the bowl," he squeezed his eyes shut, letting out a little burp under his breath, "we're gonna see her more often...?"

"She's going to Massachusetts's College of Art," Jonah planted the bowl in his hands and moved a hand to support Leo's forehead in case he lurched forward, "so she's gonna be only 3 hours away from us, by car."

"Uhmm..." Leo's throat bobbed nervously and he let out another wet belch, "that's great-"

Jonah couldn't help but chuckle at the cognitive dissonance of their situation and Leo's words. He turned his head slightly not to look, but continued holding Leo's head, cringing as he heard another burp, this one turning frothy at the end and some liquid splashed in the bowl.

He could hear Leo panting, hyperventilating, and the noise of his throat working to try and swallow back a gag- He retched, loudly, and a lot more liquid fell in the bowl.

Jonah's own stomach turned and his mouth filled up with saliva, reflexive nausea washing over him. Thankfully his stomach was painfully empty, since he had ditched dinner in order to cuddle with Leo.

His boyfriend had stopped gagging, but hadn't moved from his hunched position, so Jonah gulped down and turned to look at him. In their half lit bedroom, illuminated solely by the bathroom light spilling out, Jonah couldn't make out the liquid inside the bowl, but could definitely see that Leo was milky white. His mouth was slightly open, jaw heavy with nausea, and he was clearly fighting another bout.

"Leo, just let it up, baby," Jonah sighed and Leo shook his head, back curling as he suppressed a heave. Jon frowned, knowing it was a losing battle and moved his arms around, so he could wrap his right one around Leo's waist and press his hand against the man's tummy. The minute his palm pressed against the top of Leo's belly, he let out a gurgling burp and more liquid fell in the bowl.

Jonah gagged, turning his face and pressing his mouth to his own shoulder trying not to hear or smell anything. The nearly three weeks away had been enough time for his tolerance to lower back again.

Leo groaned loudly when Jonah pressed on his belly once more, causing another pathetic wave of vomit to fall, his hand clumsily coming to grab Jonah's wrist and stop him, "eu-Urgh- enough," Leo groaned, interrupting himself with a gag, "hurts."

"Sorry," Jon eased his hold, kissing Leo's shoulder, "do you feel better?"

"No," the blonde breathed out slowly, trying to calm his body, "I- Stop touching me, just-" he shuffled in the bed, overwhelmed and Jonah pulled back, biting the inside of his cheek not to say anything. He wanted nothing more than to be all over Leo, but it wouldn't help at the moment.

He watched as Leo moved to rest against the headboard, still clutching the bowl, and closed his eyes, looking at the ceiling as his cheeks puffed out with slow breaths.

Jonah started peeling on his lip, ready to jump in case it looked Leo needed help. Instead the blonde only stayed quite like a wax statue for good five minutes, before leaning carefully over the bowl and gulping down, until a big burp came up.

Leo looked so spooked by it, that Jonah couldn't help but chuckle, "you good?"

"Oof, yeah," Leo cringed, "that was gross, sorry. I'm gonna go clean this out..."

"You think you can handle some tea?" Jonah got up as well and Leo made a squeamish face, but nodded.

"Peppermint."

"Alright," Jon stood up and leaned in without thinking, kissing the top of his head, and hesitated only once he was already half hugging the man, "sorry-"

"No, it's fine," Leo, who was still sitting down, buried his face against Jon's stomach, "you're so comfy."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," then Leo pulled back with a small smirk, "but not as comfy as Luke, though."

"Oh god, fuck off, Wagner," Jonah glared at him, shoving Leo's head and jumping out of his hold to go make him tea. As he was stomping out the room though, he could hear Leo giggling as he went to the bathroom to clean up, and Jonah had to fight a smile of his own.

[justmochi]

action

pairing :: mira x wonwoo ft mingyu, sua, and yoohyeon

word count :: 2.1k

synopsis :: wonwoo shows mira his rehearsal video for his stunt scene

time :: april, 2024

warnings :: spice, angst if you squint. mira is shrimping

taglist :: @cafemilk-tea @cixrosie @moonlight-additions @cosmicwintr @astraw-astro @succulentmom @kimhyejin3108 @enhacolor @alixnsuperstxr @hybesunstone @itzynabi @choihaneul @strmiu @angie-x3 @Kaitieskidmore1 @evaalopezzzz

Mira just got back from the bathroom, plopping down on the couch next to her boyfriend and tucking her legs underneath herself. “You can press play.” They both shared a nod of approval before resuming their romance movie.

The movie was calming down from its climax, prompting her to rest her head on Wonwoo’s shoulder. He takes in a sharp breath, causing Mira to retreat from him.

“Are you okay?” She frowned, keeping her distance.

He presses his fingers into his shoulder, shutting his eyes at the sensation. “Yeah, I’ve just been exerting some muscles I don’t usually use at the stunt academy.”

“Stunt academy?” Her eyes widen, her mind going directly to the worst-case scenario.

“Yeah, I learned some martial art moves for—”

“Martial arts?” She sits up straight, placing her hand on his knee.

“Hey, it’s fine.” He cups her cheek with his palm. “I have to film an action scene for our music video, so I learned from the professionals.”

Mira slouches back against the couch, letting out a sigh of relief. “You scared me.”

“I’m okay–” Both of their heads snap towards the screen when the female lead lets out a moan. Mira feels her cheeks heat up, pursing her lips.

“Uh, we filmed some test footage. Did you wanna see?” He tries to direct their attention elsewhere to downplay the manner of the movie scene.

“Oh, sure!” She perks up, watching as he takes his phone out of his pocket. She pays attention to the movie before he holds out his phone.

She smiles upon seeing him barefaced with his glasses on, and a beanie. “Awe.”

He chuckles nervously before pressing play on the video. She giggles at him taking a deep breath before they begin the sequence.

“You’re so–OH! Oh my gosh–“ She covers her mouth when people in the video start lunging for Wonwoo. She’s speechless while watching the rest of the video, her boyfriend throwing and dodging punches, even kicking the stunt people. When most of the guys are on the ground, her eyes widen as he stands in the video, panting. The footage ends with him fixing his beanie.

She looks at him, her mouth agape behind her palm. He gets flustered when looking into her eyes, throwing his head back on the sofa while snickering.

“Wow, that’s…” Mira shakes her head in disbelief. “Awesome. Can I see it again?”

“Of course.” He hands her his phone and she swipes to the beginning to watch it all over again. The first time, she focuses on the actors coming his way. Second, she watches Wonwoo’s face the entire time. Third, she watches his body movements. He is shy everytime she restarts the video, trying his hardest to focus on the movie and not her reactions.

She watches a fourth time, but scrolls through it frame by frame. Watching it in slow motion was not her brightest idea, because she takes every detail into account. She can’t deny that he looks incredibly sexy. He probably doesn’t even recognize what he’s doing, focusing on the routine he was taught at the academy. She sees his shirt lift up and she can’t help but rewind and scroll some more, wetting her lips at the sight of his abs. She’s at the end of the video, but she doesn’t remember anything from it because her mind is imagining him shirtless.

“Mira?” He knocks her out of her daydreaming.

Her cheeks heat up again, as well as her ears. She feels as if he completely read her mind and she was about to be caught. “Oh, yes?”

“Are you done? I mean you can watch as many times as you want but I’m getting embarrassed.” He smirks.

“Uhh, yes I am.” She hands his phone back to him, trying to get one more glimpse at him in the video. She watches him press the share button and sends it to her through texts. She really wishes he hadn’t done that. “It’s really good. I’m proud of you.”

He smiles, leaning over to give her a kiss on the cheek. She blushes and suddenly feels hot all over. He doesn’t pull away but instead stares at her lips. She watches his eyes drift, so she takes the opportunity to tilt her head and kiss his lips. He follows the way her lips move against him, cupping her cheek with his hand. Mira feels her phone ring in her pocket from the text he sent. She quickly pulls away, clearing her throat while brushing strands of her hair behind her ear.

She stumbles on her words, distancing herself from him. “I- do you want me to massage your shoulder?”

He snorts, leaning forward to give her more access. “Go crazy.”

She stretches her fingers before readjusting and pressing them into his shoulder. He shudders the second she applies pressure.

“Sorry,” She pouts, trying to be gentle with him.

“Don’t worry, you can’t hurt me.” He rubs her knee, turning his attention to the movie.

The hairs on her head stand up from that touch alone. She does her best to push away her lustful thoughts, watching the movie with him.

They get absorbed in the intimate scenes when Mira reaches one of his more sore muscles, causing him to suppress a moan. Regardless of his efforts, she still heard it loud and clear.

“Did I hurt you?” She takes her hands back, holding them to her chest.

“No, that felt good.”

“Oh, um…” She tries to reposition her hands back to where they were just a moment ago. She feels around his shoulder blades before he lets out another moan.

“Right there.” He sighs

She flattens her lips, willing her fingers to not start shaking now. “Like this?”

“Just like that.” He speaks low enough for her to hear. Her imagination starts to run wild as she continues to massage his shoulder. She envisions what it would be like to hear the same sounds coming from him but under different circumstances. Would he say the exact same words? She wants to hit herself for looking back on all the times he had been shirtless around her. Her pulse quickens at the thought of the steamy scene minutes ago and what it would be like for her and Wonwoo.

“Why’d you stop?” She snaps out of it again to see him looking at her. She doesn’t remember ever stopping.

“I…” Her fingers hover over his skin, looking down into his eyes. “Sorry, I don’t know–“ She trails off, entranced by his wet lips. They both feel the pull towards each other, leaning in until the front door flies open.

“I got ice cream!” Mingyu lifts the bags, pushing the door shut with his leg.

Mira throws her on the opposite side of the sofa like they were caught doing something they weren’t supposed to be doing. She hopes Mingyu didn’t notice anything except for the flush across her skin.

“Ice cream!” She stands to her feet, rushing over to grab a bag from Mingyu. “Do you want some ice cream, Wonwoo?”

“Uhh sure.” He stands, readjusting his sweats before stretching his back and limbs.

The three settle on the sofa, Wonwoo in between both of them. Mingyu has his own bowl of ice cream, while the couple share one. She’s hoping the ice cream can somehow melt away her uneasiness from their situation, but she finds herself more agitated sitting so close to her boyfriend.

“You didn’t eat much, do you want the rest?” He leans his temple against her shoulder, whispering into her ear.

“It’s okay, you can have it.” She whispers back, attempting a reassuring nod. She turns her attention to the movie, watching him out of the corner of her eye.

She can’t remember what’s all happened in their movie or even the title of it as she watches him finish the ice cream. Her first mistake was trusting herself enough to turn her head a little to see the cream on the corner of his lips. He wipes it away with his thumb before licking his finger clean. She feels her mouth go dry and a ringing in her ears.

She may have imagined him his eyes shifting to her, but it’s enough for her to shoot up and ask the two boys if they’re done with their ice cream.

“Can I take it?” She grabs both of the bowls from them, running away to the kitchen to collect herself and clean the dishes.

Her mind is running laps as she frantically rinses the dishes, drying them and placing them back in the cupboards. She dries her hands, taking her phone out of her pocket with shaky hands. She texts Sua to come and pick her up ASAP.

Before she can go back to watch the movie with them, she gives herself a pep talk while fixing her hair and clothing.

Wonwoo eyes her as she comes back in, splaying his arm out on the sofa to wrap around her. She forces a smile, bringing her knees to her chest.

He leans in, rubbing his hand back and forth on her shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I just don’t feel too good so Sua is coming early.”

“We can go to my room and you can lay on the bed if you–“

Going to Wonwoo’s room and laying down on his bed.

“No. Really, I’m fine. It’s not a big deal.”

He scans her face, debating on whether he should feel her forehead for a fever. He nods, instead pressing a peck to her temple. It was very clear to him how tense and unnatural she was acting. He nods, not wanting to overwhelm her anymore.

After a while, her phone vibrates in her pocket, knowing that it’s Sua telling her she’s outside. The movie is almost over so she sticks it out, hoping her member won’t be too agitated with her for making her wait.

The second the screen fades to black, she stands up and smooths her pants down. “Thank you for having me over, I really enjoyed tonight.” She bows her head to Mingyu before heading to the front door.

“No problem…” Mingyu raises his eyebrow, watching as Wonwoo walks after her.

She struggles to get her shoes on, pushing her bag to her back.

“Mira,” He presses his palm against her back, causing her to flinch. “Is everything alright?”

“Everything’s fine, don’t worry.” She turns her head, pleading with her eyes for him to take a hint. She makes sure she has everything before pulling the door open.

“Let me walk you–“

“No! It’s fine, I’ll be okay.” She nods, giving him an unexpecting peck on the lips. “Love you. I’ll text you.”

She leaves him no room to argue, shutting the door and rushing to the elevators.

Wonwoo stands at the front door for a second before walking back to the living room. He’s thinking in his head when Mingyu brings him back to reality.

“Is it just me or was she acting really weird?” He points to the door, flattening his lips.

“You noticed?”

Mira quickly gets in the car and fastens her seatbelt. Sua looks her up and down, raising an eyebrow. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, everything is fine.”

“Did something happen–“

“No, nothing happened. I’m just tired so can we please go home?” She presses her arm against the door, holding her head up. When the vehicle doesn’t start driving, she looks over to see the woman staring at her. “Now.”

“Yes ma’am. Sheesh.” She sits back, putting the car in reverse.

“I am despicable.” Mira mumbles under her breath.

April 29, 2024

She can’t help but bite her nails, hesitating on clicking the official music video. She was both anxious and excited to see the final product. She was also fearsome of what she would have to face once she finally watched Wonwoo’s fight scene. She thought it was shameful enough to be thirsting over him, but she didn’t want to come to terms with the fact that she craved to be intimate with him.

Mira pressed on the Maestro music video, listening to the song with her headphones on. She waited impatiently for his part, nearly squealing the second it did. Her jaw hung open, having to replay the scene over and over again.

She zoned out, feeling a warmth fill her center. He looked too sexy and she felt ashamed to be imagining such inappropriate things about him.

“Mira!” Yoohyeon reached back for Mira’s leg, shaking it from her seat.

The girl quickly took her headphones off her head, once again acting like she was caught watching something she was not supposed to. “Hmm?”

“Are you drooling?”

She was not expecting a twenty second video to bother her this much.

[unkownbee]

Eliza: Stop doing that.

Alexander: Stop doing what?

Eliza: Saying things that make me wanna kiss the hell out of you.

Eliza: Can you name a single city in Oklahoma?

Alexander: Oklahoma City, bitch!

('Tis a joke. Ham would never swear at his lovely wife)

Alexander: Where did you get that tomato soup?

Eliza: It’s actually a bowl of ketchup I just microwaved.

(When Eliza's too tired to put effort into cooking actual food)

Alexander: So you like cats?

Eliza: Yeah.

Alexander: Tries to impress her by slowly pushing a glass off the table.

Alexander: You got a date yet Eliza?

Eliza: No.

Alexander: Well you do now! Get your ass up and hold my hand!

Eliza: You’d be stupid to lay a hand on me.

Alexander: Oh, you’d be surprised how much stupid shit I do.

(She's mad at him because he swore in front of baby Philip and Angie)

Alexander: Thought I was meowing back at my cat for the past hour, but it was just me and Eliza meowing at each other from different rooms in the house.

(I don't know if they would actually do this, but I like to believe they would <3)

Alexander: Snow got me feeling some type of way.

Eliza: That's hypothermia.

Alexander: Damn, the paramedics told me it was the magic of Christmas.

(Eliza is very much concerned and trying to get him to go inside and sit in front of the fire)

Eliza: The first time I saw you, you stole my heart.

Alexander: But I'm a kleptomaniac, so that doesn't mean anything.

(Oh, it means everything <3)

Eliza: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

Alexander: Okay.

Eliza: And make out during the scary parts.

Alexander: Th-

Alexander: The scary parts.

Alexander: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

(Yes, Alexander. She didn't stutter. The scary parts. Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl)

Alexander: I’m so tired.

Eliza: Did you get to bed late?

Alexander: No.

Eliza: Did you do something strenuous?

Alexander: No.

Eliza: Then why are you tired?

Alexander: I’m alive.

Eliza: Sounds exhausting.

(Eliza is right. Being alive is super exhausting 😔)

Alexander: Can I have 2 straws with that milkshake?

Eliza: Aww-

Alexander: With 2 straws, I can drink it double as fast!

(No, because he would definitely do this. You can't prove otherwise)

Alexander: I don't know how to tell you this, but... I love you.

Eliza: That's great, Alexander. Especially considering the fact we've been married for 10 years and have 4 children.

(Ham just got back from drinking with his friends. He's drunk 😁)

Alexander, trying to flirt: So, you come around here often?

Eliza, confused: I mean, this is our house, so yeah.

Eliza: Alex, could we go shopping? All the snacks are gone.

Alexander: I AM LITERALLY RIGHT HERE?!

Alexander comes home absolutely drunk, undresses, and stands in Eliza’s bedroom.

Eliza: Babe, are you.. coming to bed?

Alexander: No thank you, I’m sure you’re lovely but I have a girlfriend.

Alexander: Lies on the ground and falls asleep.

Eliza: ...

Eliza: We're literally married, though???

(Again, Ham is drunk 😁👍)

Eliza: Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night?

Alexander: It was autocorrect.

Eliza: Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me"?

Alexander: Yes.

(Yeah, that happens sometimes. Totally 👍)

Eliza: Alexander, can I speak to you for a minute? In private.

Alexander: Ooh, someone's in trouble. It's me. I don't know why I did that.

(Again, Ham swore in front of the kids)

Eliza: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives.

Alexander: I wake up at 4:30 AM every day.

Eliza: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives.

(And that's on those rare occasions that he actually does sleep)

Eliza: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake.

Alexander: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear.

Eliza: ...

Eliza: You mean ring bearER, right?

Alexander: ...

Eliza: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

(He totally is. As he should 😌✨)

Eliza: And have you learnt anything this Christmas, Alexander?

Alexander: …Not really.

Eliza: Nothing?

Alexander: Tell you one thing I have learnt—Christmas; ultimately, commercial holiday. Who's the real winner at Christmas? Amazon. they have drones now! Tiny little dystopian slaves delivering iPads and headphones. I ordered a toaster; It was on the doorstep five hours later! Do we need that? It was 4.99! For a toaster! I mean, someone's being exploited there.

(And that, kids, is the true meaning of Christmas. Exploiting people into buying stuff that they don't really need under the guise of it being worth it. That also fits for Black Friday, actually-)

Alexander: Alright, so the vampire's gravestone is—

Eliza: Cenotaph.

Alexander: What?

Eliza: It's only a gravestone if it marks the location of a body. A monument honouring someone whose body isn't present is a cenotaph.

Alexander: I'm... not sure that's how it works if the body gets up and walks away on its own.

Eliza: There's a precedent for gravestones being reclassified as cenotaphs if the body is later removed and reinterred elsewhere. There's no rule that says the body itself can't do the removing.

Alexander: Okay, but the body is very much coming back. That's kind of what we're here to accomplish.

Eliza: So it's a temporary cenotaph.

Alexander: And naturally our greatest concern here is avoiding semantic ambiguity.

Eliza: Semantic ambiguity is how vampires get you.

(I just thought this one was silly. I liked it)

Alexander: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized.

Eliza: Steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to her knees and sob while apologizing profusely.

Alexander: That one. I want that one.

Eliza: I still have no idea how I’m attracted to you...

Alexander: Yeah, well, you’re stuck with me, and no take backs, honey.

[eletricheart]

Hello!

I would like to request a Donna x Reader where the reader just blurt something like “I really want to marry you” meanwhile been oblivious to Donna reaction when she heard that.

(This could happens while they are doing anything common, like washing dishes or cooking)

Paper Rings

(Donna Beneviento x Reader)

*image creds to owner

Word count: 809

i loved writing this its pure fluff and I got to listen to the album Lover again so tyy🫶✨ hope u like it😔🫡

ps: not proofread😭

ps2: song at the end

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Then

You owned a bakery at the village, the best one some might say, therefore you knew many people. However, your favorite client was Lady Beneviento, her requests were always challenging but pleasurable to make.

You had a deal with the Duke to make deliveries for you, but sadly he had business in another area and couldn't go to the Beneviento State. Usually you would call the client explaining the order wouldn't be able to arrive that day, but…she was your favorite.

That's how you found yourself walking to her house with a basket double the order size as a "sorry i'm late".

Donna knew you were there the moment you stepped foot in her domain. While Angie was celebrating the opportunity to properly meet you, the dollmaker was running around the house trying to make everything perfect.

You didn't even have to knock the door due to Angie opening first. You were righteously startled but quickly recovered and smiled at the doll.

If dolls could smile hers would be the biggest ever. She kept jumping up and down pulling you into the house. "Come on come on come on! Ooh you took soo long I thought you tripped and died!" The doll shouted and giggled.

You chuckled. "Thankfully, I didn't die but I was scared of tripping and I simply couldn't ruin the gift I'm carrying."

Angie suddenly stopped walking and turned to stare at you. "You have a gift?! Gimme gimme." She made hand moves at you and tried to jump into your basket, which you quickly deflected and laughed at her antics.

"Later, I must give it to the Lady of the House first."

She groaned and ran upstairs, leaving you standing in the living room.

Donna heard you, how couldn't she since the woman had been listening ever since Angie opened the door.

The dollmaker was scared but also slightly excited to meet you. She knew Angie would insist she'd accept the gift, there was no way she could talk her way into staying in her room and only watching you the entire evening.

The moment she'd started to feel self conscious, Angie barged into her room and practically dragged her outside.

You could feel your hands sweating when you saw Donna, silently hoping she couldn't hear your heartbeat.

You smiled brightly at her and gently handed the basket. "I know this is more than you ordered, but Duke couldn't make it today and I didn't want to let you down so I came." You shrugged nervously. "Of course that doesn't explain why there's more, sorry. I…um…I've never been here so I thought I'd be late so I did more to apologize." The dollmaker stood still while Angie giggled, making you even more nervous. "It's absolutely fine if you don't want it, I didn't want to-"

Donna cutted you with the raise of a hand. She thought your rambling was adorable but she didn't want to stand there all day. "I want it, I-I like your baking."

You blushed and nodded while trying to hide a grin.

The doll looked between the two of you. "Sooo…can we eat?"

Now

That was the first time you stayed over at Donna's place. Now you were not only living together but completely in love with each other.

You've been teaching her some of your favorite recipes, her hair had some flour from before she grounded Angie for trying to make it snow. You believed Donna was the most beautiful woman you had ever seen, even when she'd frown due to the batter not turning alright.

It was in this simple moment that you truly realized how deep you were. Completely thoughtless, just mesmerized by her. "I really want to marry you."

Donna became stiff as a board, her face progressively getting more red than before. She turned to look at you, her mouth hanging open as she watched you slowly realize what you had said.

You chuckled nervously. "Sorry. I don't even have a ring. Sorry."

Donna nodded slowly and pursed her lips. "Ask me with a ring."

Your eyes shined brighter than ever. You quickly scanned the room and ripped a blank page from the recipe book. You rapidly made a paper ring and presented it to her. "I know this may not be the best proposal. But Donna, I'm deeply and madly in love with you. I never would've imagined we'd go from friends to this but I've never been happier. I would spend the rest of my days getting flour off your hair and running after Angie because she has a knife and then having to lock the knives inside a drawer that she will open again. I-The point is, I love you and everything everyone that comes along. Will you have me?"

Donna smiled softly, tears slowly falling down her eye." Yes, of course!"

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requests are open: masterlist

[fantasy-relax]

Please just love her

@crispyfriedchikem here you go. With the aparittion of my favorite baby girl.

Part 5

Bela was seeing what was going to be for today's meal, humming a song while she checked the refrigerator.

“What are you craving-” she turned to look at you only to find your eyes focused on her while you smiled fondly at her, she turned around immediately, clearing her throat she continues “what are you craving to eat today?”

You were tempted to answer “you” but you didn't want to ruin the atmosphere, after your talk the blonde had relaxed considerably and the last thing you wanted was to take a wrong step that would send her into another spiral.

A cough brought you out of your thoughts.

“…Stop looking at me so much,” her voice was soft as she avoided your gaze, the blush you loved to see covering her cheeks.

God how could she be so cute?

You moved your arm wrong and a slight pain made you frown in annoyance, there was still another month for your arm to heal and even then, you would still have to be careful, your beloved's face changed from embarrassment to concern, but you smiled to calm her down.

“Anything, as long as it is to your liking and the visitors is fine with me” She nodded and returned to the kitchen still with a frown, you hated how you couldn't completely remove her worry, you wanted to heal quickly so you could pamper her. After all, the poor girl has taken care of everything while you rested like an old cat on the couch.

Ding Dong

The sound of the doorbell brought you out of your thoughts before the blonde could step outside of the kitchen, you spoke.

“I got it” At least that you could do.

When you opened you found yourself face to face with Daniela Dimitrescu and Angie Beneviento, behind them was a woman that you recognized as Donna Beneviento, you already knew who they were due to the stories that Bela had told you along with the photographs that she had shown you.

The three of them stood still, waiting for your reaction and an idea to break the tense atmosphere crossed your mind.

“Excuse me, in this house we are gay and proud please leave the premises before I call the police to do so” you said with a higher-pitched tone of voice than normal while you looked at your nails in the most diva way possible.

The three of them looked at you with surprise, before Daniela could finish even opening her mouth you spoke again in the bitchiest way possible.

“Yeah, yeah Jehovah is your shepherd blah blah blah , ugh, get out of here, you're ruining my glamorous and fabulous vibesss” You leaned dramatically against the side of the door, placing your good hand on your forehead, you heard how Donna suppressed a giggle and you couldn't control your smile.

Angie raised an eyebrow and smile mischievously. “MC I know you look like a Twink, but there's no need to overdo it”

You laughed and they followed quickly.

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Bela approached when she heard the scandal, seeing how her sister and Angie hugged you carefully while crying softly under the relieved gaze of her aunt who turned to see her when she heard her arrive.

“Hello Bela, how has everything been?” She said as she walked over to give her a hug.

“Everything is fine, Donna.” Dimitrescu couldn't help but hug her aunt with a little more force than necessary, but the woman didn't complain and she kept the hug until the blonde walked away from her.

Only to be tackled and nearly taken to the ground by her younger sister.

“Daniela, you almost threw me!”

“I'm sorry I missed you so much” The redhead said with traces of crying still in her voice.

The oldest sighed and hugged her sister.

"I missed you too"

MC's incredulous voice separated them.

“What do you mean you stole the luggage cart?!”

The smaller blonde looked proud of herself as she took a seat on the armrest of the couch.

“It's not my fault that their security is so weak and I didn't steal it I just took a quick spin on it with Dani.”

Bela looked at her sister who immediately turned her head. The redhead left the hug and proceeded to look everywhere except at her older sister, she swallowed and pointed at the decoration of the room.

“Wow, what beautiful furniture and the tapestry is uhm effervescent”

Before she could scold the duo for her antics Donna spoke to her.

“Were you cooking? Let me help you” Without waiting for a response, the older woman headed to the kitchen.

Hearing you laugh out loud, Bela turned to see you, your laughter was so much that you would have fallen to your knees if you weren't sitting. The surprise and relief in your roommates' eyes were notable, as were the barely contained tears; Angie swallowed deeply before smiling and continuing with her story more dramatic than before. Daniela quickly wiped her eyes and accompanied her cousin in her story, both of them determined to make you laugh until your stomach hurt

How long had it been since they saw you this relaxed?

This was proof that she had made the right decision.

| How long do you have before your palace of lies falls? |

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Cooking with Donna always relaxing (as long as you followed her instructions to the letter when it came to Italian cuisine) was one of the many things she missed when she left her aunt home. The black-haired woman was the one who taught her after all, she still remembered how she let Daniela decorate the birthday cake which always ended in a monstrosity of meringue and fruits, but it helped distract her from the fact that not all of her family was present to celebrate with her.

She bit her lip.

What is Cassandra doing? Had she really forgotten about you completely?

| Why don't you call her? Why do you deny her the right to know about the status of her partner? |

She should be the one to call, it's been over a year now without her showing the slightest sign of interest in her beloved “Romeo”.

|You have no right to interfere in their relationship, you can still tell the truth you can still fix this mess|

She turned to see Donna who, despite being withdrawn, offered good advice. She was not so involved with you because to her you were simply a dear friend of her precious niece. If Bela told her the truth, Donna would understand her motives. Her aunt didn't show it much, but there was always an aura of melancholy around her. At least that's what she remembers. Recently, in the few interactions they had, she had noticed how her smiles were more sincere. as if she was finally recovering from her past tragedies.

Donna would understand that all she wanted was your happiness and well-being.

|You made a mistake, she will understand, let her help you|

Swallowing, Bela prepared to reveal her deception. The words choked in her throat as she heard the laughter through the door, technically you met them today and yet you had no problem interacting with her sister and cousin.

You were free of worries and laments.

  “It almost seems like nothing has happened.” Her aunt's voice sounded full of relief, but Bela couldn't help but notice the slight sadness in it.

“I was afraid that Angie would have to lose someone dear to her again.” The dark-haired woman kept her gaze fixed on the tomatoes she was cutting. “Only two years and it seemed like they knew each for far too longer” Her smile was twisted with something that the blonde couldn't recognize “It's as if MC were a star capable of attracting anyone who looks at them” Envy? “They have such a charming personality that you can't help but want to protect and love them.” Why would Donna be envious of you? “It makes you want to fight the whole world, devils and angels.” Did you have a close relationship with her? “Just to keep that light with you always” When? How? “Bela”

Hiding her chills, the blonde tries to relax.

"Yeah?"

Her aunt stops what she was doing to look at her carefully, making her swallow saliva.

| Tell her! |

“You've been through so much on your own, I'm sorry I wasn't there for you.” Donna's hands are full of calluses from her work, yet her touch is delicate like the petal of the flowers she grows. “If you need something, anything tell me and I will help you.”

| TELL HER! |

The confession of her betrayal is caught in her throat by the roots of her unrequited love.

The laughter is so loud that it passes through the door and almost echoes through the kitchen.

The expression on Donna's face fills her with questions that refuse to leave her mouth.

“Despite the obstacles in your way, you have done an excellent job, I am proud of you” the black-haired woman offers her a handkerchief. When did she start to cry? “MC has improved a lot, whatever you are doing, keep it up” Why can't she stop crying?  “The past cannot be changed; we must enjoy the present and create a better future” Since she recovered her heart it has only brought her problems “You deserve a life of happiness Bela” Really?

The oldest gets up to look for the other ingredients, leaving the blonde with her thoughts. With her head stuck in the refrigerator, her voice is muffled, preventing the Romanian from hearing her words.

“Who am I to judge how you get it?”

[littlelego]

incorrect quotes but the charminghearts server

The gang responding to being stabbed by a sword red: Rude. m: That's fair. gray: Not again. jr: Are you gonna want this back or can I keep it?

kate: My aesthetic is "would be suspected of witchcraft by small town citizens."

red: It's locked. You got a lock pick? angie: Yeah- gray: kicks in the door

val: That's greatly offensive to my people. corn: College dropouts?

anthony , talking to ann: Well ann, whenever I’m about to do something, I think ‘would lego do that?’ and if they would, I do not do that thing. ann: … lego, from the distance: They’re not wrong though!

anthony : If we’re in trouble, just throw jr at the problem, and hope for the best.

angie: How would you rate your pain? lego: 0/10. Would not recommend.

lego: If you don't stop talking, I'angie going to juangiep out of that window. anthony : …We're on the ground floor. lego: I know but I want a draangieatic exit.

savvy: I truly go into housewife mode when I'm someone's soulmate- like, I'll make you pancakes and bacon every morning. jr: This is a lie. jr: I'm literally dating them. This is a lie. jr: THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO COOK A PANCAKE, WHAT IS THIS.

lego: PEASANT. I REQUIRE SUSTENANCE. red: You know there are other ways to say you want McDonalds. lego: FOUL PLEBEIAN. YOU DARE SPEAK AGAINST ME— red: sigh What do you want? lego: Chicken nuggets please.

idk everyones tags so

[southsidestory]

Chapter 1: Grounds for Harassment

Mickey knows he’s a piece of shit. It’s easy to forget sometimes, like how piss in the carpet stops stinking after it’s settled, but every now and then he’ll think something so awful that he remembers, Oh, yeah. Piece of shit.

That happens when Mandy says Ian Gallagher messed with her (and not in the good way). Because Mickey’s first thought is that Mandy is lying, and his second is thank fuck.

Getting to hunt down Ian is the best thing that’s happened to Mickey in months.

“What he do to you, exactly?”

“I’m not giving you the gross details!” Mandy shouts.

She leans against the front door, blocking the handle, as if he’s stupid enough to go inside the house.

He’s been locked out for a week. A whole fucking week of stealing food from corner stores, taking a leak behind buildings, and sleeping in icy alleys. He can’t even remember what he did to set Ronnie off this time, but his uncle must still be angry if Mandy won’t let him in on the sly.

Mickey sniffs back snot, then spits on the porch. He hopes he’s not getting a goddamn cold. “Will you at least let me in after I beat the shit out of Ian?”

Mandy tugs on a lock of her hair. “If Uncle Ronnie will let me.”

“That’s some award-winning gratitude right there.”

“You got to know that I want to let you in,” Mandy whines. “But if I do he’ll kick me out with you and—”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m not a moron.” Mickey adjusts his coat and scratches his cheek, moving dirt from his skin to under his fingernails. “Guess I’ll just keep smelling like a pig sty.”

He’ll probably knock Ian back with his stench, won’t even have to hit him.

“If it makes you feel any better, the water’s turned off, so you couldn’t shower anyway,” Mandy says. “Nobody paid the bill again.”

“You look squeaky fucking clean for a girl who’s got no running water at home.”

Mandy picks at her cuticles. A tell that means shame. “I showered at a friend’s house last night.”

“Ah. That code for ‘fucked a dude in exchange for basic hygiene’?”

Mandy grabs a crumpled beer can off the porch and lobs it at him. Mickey catches it and passes it between his hands. Left, right. Left, right.

“Maybe I should hit up Angie Zhago. Trade a ride on my dick for a bath.”

And a bed. Speckled bruises cover his right side from the cracked pavement and gravel he slept on last night.

“Are you going to beat up Ian or stand here all day with your thumb up your butt?” Mandy asks.

Mickey turns away, shoots his sister the bird over his shoulder, and hurries down the steps.

He could go to the shelter for a shower and a hot meal, but he’d rather stay freezing, filthy, and hungry than deal with a bunch of homeless assholes. Half of them are plain batshit, most would steal his stuff if he doesn’t take it into the shower with him, and plenty are actual rapists (unlike Ian) who’ll think he’s an easy target because he’s young and short.

No shower, no food. Time to find his brothers, or maybe some cousins, and get down to business.

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[4tsukiiim1rai]

RL as Twice quotes or songs idk

Cassandra

"I don't wanna wanna be up no no more oh

I don't wanna wanna be up up all night again

I don't wanna I don't wanna waste my time

Oh 깊어진 이 밤이 끝날 수 있을까 oh" (Oh deepened night, will it end?)

Up no more-Eyes Wide Open

(She's the whole song)

Donna

"You make me feel special

세상이 아무리 날 주저앉혀도 (앉혀도) (No matter how the world bring me down)

아프고 아픈 말들이 날 찔러도 (Even when hurtful words stab me)

네가 있어 난 다시 웃어 (I smile again cuz you're there)

That's what you do"

Feel Special

(OK BUT SHE WOULD BE A MINA BIASED)

Bela

"And you know, you turn my whole world upside down

Catch me before I ever hit the ground

And I'd do the same for you, oh, whoa"

I Got You-With You-th

(She likes You Get Me)

Daniela

"I wanna know 사탕처럼 달콤하다는데 (How it could be as sweet as candy)

I wanna know 하늘을 나는 것 같다는데 (How it's like flying in the sky)

I wanna know, know, know, know

What is love? 사랑이 어떤 느낌인지 (What love is like)

I wanna know 하루 종일 웃고 있다는데 (How it keeps smiling all day)

I wanna know 세상이 다 아름답다는데 (How whole world turns beautiful)

I wanna know, know, know, know

What is love? 언젠간 나에게도 사랑이 올까?" (Will love come to me someday?)

What is love?

(Did I put the whole chorus?? Yes)

Angie

"You got me, I think we're in trouble, baby

Yeah, that's trouble

I like this trouble"

Trouble-Between 1&2

(I can't think in something better... And she would be a Chaeyoung Biased)

Alcina

"When they talk about me they all saying, "Oh, I love her!"

I ain't seeing no lies, look here, I'm the highlight

If you had my love, you'd love me for your whole life"

Icon-Formula of love O+T=<3

(Idk she give me Icon vibes)

Miranda

"Hey, boy

Look, I'm gonna make this simple for you

You got two choices

Yes or yes?"

Yes Or Yes

(She actually write the whole song)

(And MC is that part of Doughnut where it says "Our love loop")

[doe-eyed-fool]

Fallen {Chapter Thirteen}

Alastor x (Fem)Reader

"Hand over the goods! And you two pretty ladies, come with us!" One of them said, pointing between me and Cherri. "Those wings of yours will make us quite the penny!" I take a step back, Angel and Cherri grin. "You ain't getting any of my goods without paying up front." Angel sneers. "Might wanna back off boys." Says Cherri. "My goods are quite...explosive!" She quickly reaches into her pocket and pulls out a live bomb.

I could barely get a scream out before Angel grabbed me and jumped out of the way. I could hear Cherri's laughter as the bomb went off. "Did she have that the whole time!?" I exclaim. "Duh! She never goes anywhere without them!"

"Them!? As in more than one!?" As I ask that, two more explosives could be heard. I turned my head back to see the limbs of the gang flying everywhere. A few of them were still left standing. They pulled out guns and started firing at us.

Angel dodged a few and took down before grabbing of their guns. "Dance fuckers!" He yells as he begins firing. I quickly took cover and cover my head. Footsteps caused me to lift my head. One of the demons had noticed me and was quickly approaching. A scream left me, alerting Angel.

"Y/n! Move! Fly!" He yelled. Fly? I couldn't fly right now! My wings haven't healed yet! The demon rose his gun and aimed it at me. "Y/n!" Angel yelled again. I groan and spread my wings and fly up into the air just as the demon fired the gun.

A bomb rolled over to the demon and went off, blowing him to bits. I cover my face to shield myself from the smoke. Suddenly a popping sound filled my ears, followed a sharp pain in my wing. I cry out before I began to plummet back down.

Angel quickly rushed over and caught me before I hit the ground. "Y/n, are you ok?" Asked Angel urgently. "I-I don't know. My wing...it's..." I wince, my wing joint throbbing. "You have to get me back to Alastor." I tell him.

"Alastor? Why him?" He asked. "He can heal me." I tell him. Angel's hesitation was as clear as his confusion. "I guess I can't take you to the hospital...they'll ask questions, and Charlie will be pissed."

"And Alastor will kill me for leaving after he said not to." I whine. "But man this hurts..." Angel sighs heavily. "Cherri. Sorry to cut our day short, but I gotta get Y/n back to the hotel." Cherri walked over. "No probs Angie. Get her back safe alright?" Angel nods before hurrying back to the hotel.

Though, he made sure to sneak in so no one would see him. "If Smiles kills me, I just want you to know...you're the least annoying person in this hotel." I smile weakly. "I like you too Angel."

Angel cracks a small smile before knocking on Alastor's office door. "Yeeees?" Came his voice from the other side. "Uh...hey Al. It's me, Angel."

"Angel, if this is another one of your disgusting "offers", I must politely decline!"

"It's not. Y/n is hurt, she needs help."

Within seconds, the door was flung open. "And do tell, how she managed to get hurt while inside the hotel?" Alastor's voice was filled with heavy static. And though he was talking to Angel, his question was directed towards me. Angel stuttered as he tried to answer. "I left." I say, flinching slightly when Alastor's eyes landed on me. "It was my idea to leave the hotel. And I got hurt while trying to fly."

"Y/n-"

"Thank you for being her here Angel. I'll take it from here." Alastor took me from Angel's arms. Angel gave me a concerned look before the door was shut in his face. I was set down on Alastor's desk, I lower my head to avoid his sharp gaze.

"Very sweet of you, covering for Angel like that." I said nothing as I stare down at the floor. "Now, I believe I told you not to leave this hotel. And yet, you did anyway. I thought we were both in  agreement, about what could happen, given the possibility Vox spots you. So tell me..."

Alastor places his finger and thumb on my chin and lifted my head. I repressed a shutter as I stare into his eyes. "Why did you feel the need to disobey me?" My mouth felt dry as I spoke.

"I...I didn't mean to upset you. I know it was dumb of me. I won't do it again. I promise."

"I don't think I believe you."

My heart sank. He smirked at noticing my fear. "I think you are quite the people pleaser. You'd do anything if you think it will make others happy or satisfied. Even if it results in you getting hurt." He continues. "You're impressionable too. I don't see how you would have left with Angel of all people, if that weren't the case."

"Angel isn't that bad..."

"Therefore!" Alastor went on, ignoring me. "You will not step foot out of this hotel without me. I believe it is only fair. After all, just look at what happened to you." There was a hint of fake pity in his tone.

He walked to my side and gently brushed his fingers against my wing joint. "A fragile thing like you...I'm surprised you came back at all."

"Now, let's heal up that wing."

[moira-mains-go-to-hell]

Hello! I was wondering if you’d do something along the lines of reader taking a hit for them? I was hoping for Mercy, kiriko, and junker queen. If that’s too many just mercy is fine! Feel free to ignore if this isn’t up your alley

Babes it is no problem at all, thank you for your request.

Mercy, Kiriko, and Junker Queen’s reaction to Reader getting shot on their behalf

Warnings: shooting, violence, near death experiences

Mercy

“We are taking on fire, I’ve got eyes on Angela, we need an evac route now-“ you where cut off as the ground exploded nearby. The omnic that sent the attack was huge, a tourette built into its chest and smaller impuls cannons on its shoulders.

The combat medic to your right was doing the best she could with her blaster, but it wasn’t quite sufficient. The omnic she did manage to land a hit on, took notice of her presence, b-lining for her cover.

“Angie! Go!” You made a break for the debris she was crouched behind, taking out the opposition closest to you as you went. The race between you and the omnic was dire and no one would stand in your way.

You shot at the robot as you went, never seeming to deter it as you scramble over rubble.

“Come here!” You had thrown down your bag, a small barrier forming around it as you continued. She hat gotten with in arms reach of you and you yanked her into your chest by her hand. Whipping her around, you shoved her into the barrier as you heard the omnic open fire.

The first shot hit your shoulder, the second, your back. You collapsed onto your knees, immediately reaching for the grenades in your pocket. You glance over at the Medic behind you, ‘it’s gonna be ok,’ you mouthed, before throwing whatever you had at the omnic, and dragging your body under the barrier with her.

She immediately started attempting to mend your wounds, putting pressure on your shoulder, “That was reckless, and stupid. Don’t ever risk yourself like that again.”

“No ‘thank you for saving my ass,’ huh?”

“No, because if you died out there and I couldn’t get to you I’d curse you forever,”you finally met her gaze, seeing the sincerity in her face, and the frustration in her eyes.

“I won’t, and I never will. Can’t meet the angels when I’m already bound to one,” you smiled and interlocked your fingers together, and that’s how you stayed until backup arrived.

Kiriko

You had decided to stay over at her apartment after an at home dinner date turned a bit steamy. You were curled up behind her, an arm wrapped around her waist as you slept.

You both stirred at the sound of glass breaking, and two distinct thuds sounding from the front room.

“Were you expecting someone?” You sat up, looking towards the door.

“No, but I’m guessing it’s those stupid yakuza from a few weeks back,” you both got out of bed, throwing on shirts and shorts before grabbing your weapons of choice, “How’d you get your hands on that?”

Kiriko watched as you pulled a pistol and silence from your bag, walking to the door as you threaded them together. She didn’t typically ask many questions about what you did, she just trusted you weren’t anything terrible.

“Called in a favor from a friend,” you shrugged and headed out first, sweeping the hall before heading to the front room.

You rounded the corner and were immediately met with a barrage of bullets, going back around the corner and crouching.

“Two gunmen, behind the kitchen counter.”

You both crawled your way behind the couch, taking opposite ends, in order to separate them. As soon as you aimed was as soon as you where shot, the bullet tipping through your bicep and making you drop the gun.

“Shit!” You picked the gun up in your other hand and shot back four times, each shot hitting you assailant’s chest, “how’s it coming on your end?”

You watched in awe as your girlfriend threw the last of her kunai, it burrowing itself into the neck of her attacker.

“All is good now- you are hurt,” she chided you as an ofuda appeared in her hand.

“Nothing but a flesh wound. You know it’s not the worst I’ve gotten.”

“That doesn’t make it any better,” she laid the glowing paper over the bullet wound, it dissolving as quickly as it was placed.

“So,” you look up at her and flex your arm a bit, “do you want to handle these now, or do I call my cleaners and they will be here in 20?”

“Call them anyway, we will get started. I don’t like blood sitting in the carpet that long.”

Junker Queen

“Alrighty you scavengers, scumbags and assorted Junkers!” You stood on the rotating pedestal, mic in hand as you faced the crowd in its entirety, “You know what tonight is, you know what you're here for! The Reckoning is here and all of your competitors are more than ready for battle!”

The crowd cheered as you went through your welcome, introducing each of the opponents as you made your way out of the ring.

“Tonight, as usual,” you had stopped in front of a large Garage door, it slowly lifting to reveal Odessa, “the crown is up for grabs, and as your Matron of Affairs,” you leant up, taking the crown off her head and placing it on your own, “I will be holding onto it till a winner is confirmed.”

“You know, if you wanted to wear the crown you could just ask,” Dez bent down and whispered to you.

“Why would I do that when I get to wear it here?” You plopped yourself on the throne behind her, blowing her a kiss and bringing the mic back to your lips, “if all the challengers are ready, then I say it’s a go!”

You watched as everyone immediately hopped into action, commentating on each of the blows traded between fighters.

The power and rage exuding from the ring was already immense, but with a few choice words you knew you could get the pot boiling a whole lot faster.

“Well tonight doesn’t look so promising! Will these flimsy foes bring your Queen to her knees?” You held the mic out to hear a few gnarly cheers and boos come back to you, a smile coming to your lips as you egged on the crowd, “or will my knight in rusty armor return once more to the place she belongs?”

“We want to see some blood!”

“Quit fighting like a bunch of broads!”

“You’ve got nothing on the Queen!”

Bingo. One by one the comments flew in, like gnats in the face of a bull. One wouldn’t do much on its own, but dozens? This will give you the entertainment you want, and your girlfriend the fight she has been itching for.

Metal flew, noses were broken, teeth were scattered and you were reveling in it. A pile had amassed on the floor, injured bodies and weapons alike joining the mass as Dez plowed through the competition, sending you little winks and smiles throughout the match.

After the last man fell, you stood from the throne, extending a hand to your girlfriend.

“We all knew it was coming but never this soon! It must be record time!” As Odessa made her way to you, neither of you noticed the last man moving, ever so slightly.

“Your Reckoning Champion, for yet another time, your Junker Quee-“ the crowd went quiet before you realized what had happened, Odessa had rushed to your side, holding you up as you put your hand on the wound.

“You bitch! You ruined my commentary!” You put pressure on the gunshot wound, falling to your knees with the woman who anchored you by your side.

“One of yous better get some help or I start taken heads to bowl with!” She boomed out to the crowd, several of the junkets getting up t from their seats, possibly to leave, possibly to help.

As soon as someone came to your aid, she let you go, leaning you in their hands.

“You can take my crown, my city, and my life,” the anger that surrounded her body could make ever the toughest men quiver, “but you shot my woman? Why is that? Where you aiming for me, and just missed completely? I think you are just stupid enough for that to possibly be the situation, right?”

She had gotten with in inches of this man, Carnage appearing in her hand at a frightening speed, “But I think, you are so dumb, you decided to shoot the messenger, so no one could win? Hmm? Am I getting it right?”

The man shuttered, putting his head down and shaking his head.

“I don’t like that answer,” she threw the ax down next to him, his whole body quivering, “try that again.” He didn’t say anything, keeping his head down, “I said, try it again!”

Her foot collided with his chest and he was on the ground in an instant, his hands scrambling for purchase. She crouched before him, the tip of her knife coming to his chin.

“She is gonna make it out alive, I know that. But if she needs a few organs to do it, I’ll rip you apart to start looking for ‘em. Got it?” He was crying at this point, nodding his head profusely.

“Good. Don’t go anywhere,” she gave him a wink, Medford using the handle of her knife to knock him out, standing up and pushing his limp body away with her foot.

[thisismeracing]

I'll always take care of you | MS47

― Pairing: Mick Schumacher x reader (she/her) ― Word count: 1.2k ― Warnings: mentions of food and sickness; overall fluff.  ― Summary: The flu caught you out of the blue, and completely unprepared, good thing you have your boyfriend around to take care of you. ― A/n: This piece was based on this request. This is a special piece for my mick schumacher sick girlies (gn) club (as many of us were sick this week). I hope you guys enjoy it! Let me know your thoughts by reblogging and/or leaving me an ask (anons are on) *mwah* 🤍

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Mondays are usually good days for you.

Though the week starts on Sundays, for you, they truthfully get going on Mondays. Mondays are when classes and work are back in full swing and when you make a list of everything you need to do for the week. When you are energized to clean your room, and when Mick comes home from races.

This Monday, though, you wake up with a cough, a runny nose, and your head pounding. It’s terrible. It doesn’t take you long to realize that it’s the flu and it’s not going away in time for you to get to work and classes, so you text your supervisor and send an e-mail to your professor, leaving your cell phone back on the nightstand and trying to sleep it off at least a little bit.

It gets worse after five minutes. Your whole body is aching and you wanna cry from stress because why couldn’t it happen any other day? Why today? You shrug the covers off, get Angie some food, get your water bottle, and some painkillers, and go back to bed. This time, the wiggly dog lies on your feet, as if she sensed something was wrong.

That was the first signal for Mick. Every Monday when he comes back from wherever he was in the world, Angie is at the door eager to greet him, but this time the apartment holds a weird silence, and there’s no signal of his dog. You also hadn’t answered his messages earlier this morning, something you would always do because, by the time he got home, you were up and running with your things.

He takes off his shoes, leaves his luggage by the entrance, and makes the short trek to your shared bedroom, a million thoughts going through his head. All of them dissipating when he opens the door and sees your sleeping form along with Angie lying on the bed. His shoulders drop in relief, only to go up again when your body moves on the bed, a nasty cough scratching your throat and making you whimper in pain.

Mick is by your side in a heartbeat.

Angie watched everything attentively as if knowing that he would talk to her soon, that right now her mom needed dad more.

You sit up reaching for the water, and finally notice Mick by your side.

“Babe,” you start but the coughing fits interrupt.

The blonde by your side passes your water bottle while rubbing your back, a worried look on his graceful features, “Why didn’t you tell me you were sick, Schatzi?”

And though there’s no judgment on his tone, you feel like crying, particularly because you’re sick, but also because you feel emotional. Of course, you know that Mick would always take care of you, but going through it was a completely different story, “It started earlier this morning,” you explain, taking a sip of your water again.

“Did you call your boss and your professor? Want me to do it?”

You nodded, then shook your head, “I already did, thanks though.”

“Have you eaten?”

And this time your eyes go to the ground. You know he’s about to huff a worried reply, but you’re too tired to try and explain, so you just lie back and watch as Mick kisses your forehead and starts changing his clothes, putting on his grey sweatpants and white shirt while telling you that you’re burning and he’s going to call the drugstore down the block to drop off some meds.

You hum in agreement. He pets Angie, leaving a kiss on her waiting head, but when he leaves she doesn’t follow, staying planted on the bed with you.

“Angie, sweet angel, you can go with Dad, I know you missed him,” you talk as if she would understand. Angie wiggles her tail, gets up from the bottom of the bed, and lies with her head on your belly.

You smile, caressing her fur, and it's not long before you’re falling asleep again.

You wake up minutes later, with Mick telling you to open your mouth while he’s scooping some kind of medicine in a spoon. You protest but drink it anyway, making faces at how sour it tastes.

“How are you feeling?” he asks.

“Terrible, I can’t breathe through my nose, and I’m cold, but I’m also burning.”

His fingers brush on your cheek, “Yeah, you have a fever, but I just gave you something to get the fever down. I’ll keep putting cold compresses on your forehead, but you can keep napping, okay?”

His soft tone makes your lips turn into a pout, some tears gathering in the corner of your eyes, “Baby, you’re gonna get sick too, no. I can take care of mys–”

Mick shakes his head, “I’m your boyfriend, I’m taking care of you. And besides, I’m an athlete, I won’t get sick that easily.”

Mick could very well be stubborn when he wanted to, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, sighing, “At least put on a mask.”

“Can I get a kiss first?”

You turn your head to him so fast you almost get whiplash, your brows are furrowed and your lips parted, “Are you out of your mind, Schumacher?”

He gifts you with a belly laugh, throwing his head back and showing you the milky skin of his neck. You so wanted to kiss it. And his pink plush lips too. But you couldn’t, and you told him this much.

“Yeah, I was messing with you, princess.”

You huff.

“Now, get comfortable, I’m gonna grab my mask. Your soup is almost ready,” he says, standing up from his sitting position on the bed.

“I’m not hungry,” you whine, lying down and bringing Angie close to you, snuggling on her soft fur.

“You gotta eat to get better soon, Schatzi.”

You mumble something not even you can understand, and Mick chuckles, walking back to the bed and sitting beside you. He brushes your cheek and holds your jaw, holding your eyes to his. You’re sick, you’re tired, and you have a headache pounding on your head nonstop, and a nasty running nose, but those blue orbs staring at you sure made your body tremble, all warm and fuzzy. His head dips and he takes the covers from your legs, just enough so his lips can find your naked thighs. He kisses there, and then your belly, and the inside of your wrist. There’s nothing sexual about it, he’s just kissing what he knows you would classify as a safe spot, far from your coughs, and snout.

Mick misses you though you are in front of each other right now.

And you miss him just as much.

“We went a week away, you really wanna make it more than it needs to be?”

You open your mouth, but then just drop your demeanor, shaking your head.

“Good, because I miss snuggling with you and kissing you, and we won’t be able to do it while you’re sick, right?” You nod. “I wouldn’t mind getting sick for you though.”

“Nope,” you pop the p. “Not happening. You’re sleeping in the guest bedroom until I get better.”

“Then you’re eating and taking all the meds I bring,” there’s a determination in his tone, and you can’t help but nod. “We have a deal?”

You nod reluctantly and shake hands with him. There’s a winning smile on his face, “good, I’m bringing the compresses and the soup.” 

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[celestialprincesse]

Angie!!!

I haven’t been doing too well lately and finally had a moment to just chill. Finally got a chance to read your writing again!

Missed you and ur lil wrinkly brain! Nikto x reader always has me in a chokehold. I’m talking death Vader lifting you from the ground and gasping for air. Love it so much. Something carnal inside me is satiated reading this broken man be loved by basically a walking ball of fairy like sunshine.

THEN YOUR KING SIMON!!! Are you kidding me??? You’re absolutely cooking. I’ve read the 1st chapter like 20 times and the imagery and the setting and the feelings it provokes. I had to take a deep breath. Can’t wait for the rest.

Hope you’re doing well, sorry I just had to come into your ask and rant and rave about how great you are! Hope you’ve been feeling okay and keep yourself well rested and hydrated <3

Hi lovely!! I'm so glad you found some time for yourself, n I hope you're doing okay!

Nik and his little tinkerbell gf are just 🥴🤭😌 I don't even have words for them but I can def agree that writing SGNG heals something in my soul

King Simon is just like a whole different beast but one that I'm like, so immensely proud of and so so excited to share more of🥹

Don't ever apologise for ranting!! I love it! love to chat! to yap, if you will!