#but it’s been sitting at 1k words for who knows how long now 😭

[goldenhypen]

someone tell me why and how is it november already???? anyway i feel like i haven’t written in ages and jake’s bday is coming up,,, thinking rn if i should impulsively start a last minute long story for his bday again-

[cozage]

Omg I hope it’s not too late! Happy 2K yayayayay it’s been really fun watching you grow 😭. I remember when your blog was pretty new and I asked you for advice on how to make my own and you said try not to make a 2nd blog. I was wondering if I could have option 1 with a S/O who dated the monster trio but they broke up so now they are trying to win their heart back.

A/N: still my greatest regret is making this a secondary blog but it all worked out! Hope you are doing well :) thanks for being along for the ride.  Characters: gn reader x Luffy, Zoro, Sanji Total word count: 1k

Get You Back

Luffy

Luffy tries his best to move on because he thinks that's what you want.  Even though he hates going to bed alone and not sitting next to you at dinner, he tries to get over it. 

At first he acts like nothing happened. He still runs to tell you stuff as soon as he finds out something, and he always wants to take you on adventures. Sure, you broke up, but you’re still nakama, right?

Nami explains to him that you need some time before things will go back to a sense of normal, and Luffy agrees to give you space. But god, he hates it. He’s so lonely.

One night, he can’t take it anymore. He knows it’s your night to keep watch, and he joins you in the crow’s nest. He knows he should let you be, but he has to try one more thing. 

“Do you think you’ll ever forgive me?” he asked, looking out over the stars. 

“I’ve already forgiven you, Luffy.” Your voice is sad, and he knows that you’ve been lonely too. 

He turns to look at you, eyes wide and heart beating hard in his chest. “Do you think we’ll ever be together again?”

“I-” you stop, captivated by his wide, hopeful eyes. “I don’t know,” you answered truthfully. 

“I miss you,” he admitted. “I miss you so much. I hate going to bed and I hate not being around you during the day. I hate when I find a cool bug and I can’t show it to you, or when we visit an island and you don’t join me on an adventure. I just want things to be normal again. I’ll do anything, please.”

“I want to be with you, Luffy,” you said. “I just-”

He lunged for you, his lips attacking you with desperation and eagerness. You can feel his words turning into actions; you can feel how much he has longed to kiss you and touch your skin again. And maybe, just maybe, it’ll work out this time. 

Zoro

Zoro didn’t think you were serious when you said it was over. So, when he went into his room and couldn’t find any of your things, he was confused. 

He sought you out, curious. “Hey, where’s your stuff?” 

But you just rolled your eyes. “Get it through your brain Zoro. Unlike you, I say what I mean. We’re over.”

Oh. That last fight had been a breakup fight. Now he understood. 

But he saw the pain in your eyes. He knew you didn’t want this outcome. So he’d just have to prove that he was worthy of you 

He doesn’t beg for you back, but he keeps his word with everything he does. 

When you ask him to do something, he does it. Hell, even if the cook asks him to do something, he does it without complaint (especially if you’re in the room). He always keeps his word. Always. 

Part of him acts like nothing happened. He still shares booze with you, naps near you, laughs with you. But he won’t ask for you back. Even if its the only thing he wants.

After about a month, he’s had enough. It’s just the two of you on the ship, watching the Sunny as the others run off to the island. 

“When are we going to go back to normal?” he demands, storming up to you. “Don’t you think we’ve been apart for too long?”

“I told you, Zoro-”

“Don’t say it.” His voice was gruff as he pushed you up against the wall and pinned you there with his own body. “Please, don’t say it.”

“We’re bad for each other,” you whispered, trying to ignore the mess of emotions you were feeling at the moment.

“We’re not,” he argued. “I swear we’re not. Let me prove it.” His lips hover over your mouth, waiting for permission. “Please, let me prove it.”

“One more cha-” His lips crash into yours, and you find yourself melting into the touch you had missed so much over the past few weeks. 

Sanji

This man is the best at apologies. He knows no shame and smothers you in love. 

Every morning, you get an immaculate breakfast. Your snacks and desserts are the ones he knows you adore. You are pampered beyond your wildest imagination (which is impressive after dating Sanji for so long. You thought you had seen it all.)

Fresh flowers at your bedside every morning (where is he getting all of these flowers??). Rose petals lead to your bedroom at night. You’d think you were on a honeymoon.

It’s almost annoying. It’s almost too much. But Sanji knows when he’s starting to become annoying, and he’ll let up slightly, just long enough for you to calm down. And then he’ll start back up again. 

The biggest thing for you though, is the next time you go onto an island. 

His eyes stay on you. They hardly even linger as he walks with you, Nami, and Usopp through the shopping district. 

If any pretty ladies walk by, he doesn’t even bother to look. He’s so captivated by you that he doesn’t even notice anyone else. 

While your back is turned or while you’re shopping, he doesn’t even gawk at any islanders (Nami and Usopp watch him for ANY hint of flirtation. There is NONE.)

He only vanishes for a brief moment in a jewelry store, coming back with a little bag of his own. “Cufflinks,” he explains. “My other ones broke.”

When you all get back to the ship, he pulls you aside and gives you a bracelet full of aquamarine stones that reminds you of his eyes. 

“Please, be mine again,” he begs, holding the box out. “It hurt to breathe without you. I need you. Please.”

“Sanji,” you breathe out. “It’s beautiful.”

“Just like you,” he whispers. “Y/N, I’m so-”

You jump into his arms, pushing your lips against his. You missed that sweet taste of vanilla that was always on his tongue, and you had a feeling you wouldn’t ever have to go without it again.

[catscidr]

Dr ratio and student (adult) reader who tried really hard to study but she is kinda failing? 😭 I once had strict teacher like ratio and he was softer to me, so Idk if ratio would be the same or even more mean

this is a little different from what you asked. BUT. i Do think that he wouldn't be mean n would help u study because it means you're trying to not be an idiot and his whole shtick is trying to make people less dumb. ykwim. i might've projected a littol bit... times r tough what can i say <(ㅍ _ㅍ)> cw: blurb/headcanon format (?), hurt/comfort technically because ratio is a little mean. it's not that bad tho trust, university setting includes: gn!student!reader, professor!veritas ratio, can be read as either platonic or romantic (or favoritism lmao) wc: 1k

-ˋˏ I think he would be pretty frustrated at first. How come all your studying did little to nothing to change your less-than-ideal grades? Especially when he’s the one teaching you, at this point it’s an insult to him and his teaching skills! 

-ˋˏ ...but when you showed up to his office with your lips curled down in deep a frown, downturned brows and meek eyes that refused to meet his gaze for more than three seconds and reflected just how embarrassed (and almost ashamed) you were, he could only sigh and wave his hand to gesture for you to come in. 

-ˋˏ You took out your textbook, your notes and the study guide he had made specifically for the final exam. They felt heavier in your hands than they usually do, since now he could very well take a single look at your messy, scribbled notes and turn you away for “wasting his time” like you’ve seen him do with other struggling students. You couldn’t afford failing this exam though, so you place down your things on his (now cleared) desk and sit at the edge of the chair he had across of him, silently praying to whatever god to grant you some mercy. 

-ˋˏ His first reaction was... not good, for lack of better words. Your notes were a mess and there were splotches of black all over about five pages— the result of an unfortunate accident where your pen exploded in your hands during an all-nighter. He was tempted to turn you away or to, at the very least, scold you for being so disorganized, but he wouldn’t be the infamous Doctor Veritas Ratio if he did. One look at you and he could tell that you hadn’t slept properly in God-knows how long, that you hadn’t eaten a proper meal in just as long, and that you had the drive to study, but for a reason unknown to you, simply couldn’t. Or, at least not in a way that made you retain the information you tried to hammer into your brain. 

-ˋˏ You'd sit there; hands folded in your lap, eyes refusing to meet his, silently waiting for him to say something, anything lest you implode on the spot. Ratio would gloss over your notes, eyes lingering on the little doodles of yourself you drew in the margins of the page with a little speech bubble saying ‘help’ right above it, and would hold in a sigh. Crossing his arms over his chest he would lean back in his chair and tilt his head, burning holes in your skull until you lifted your head up. He wouldn’t say a word, he’d be as patient as he needed to be, waiting. 

-ˋˏ When you finally looked over at him you swore you felt your heart drop to your ass (how long had he been staring?) as you forced yourself to not grab your stuff and dip. “Um-” you started speaking but he promptly shut you up by interrupting you with a question of his own; “Do you honestly think you can study adequately in such conditions?”  

-ˋˏ (Of course he’d notice, you scold yourself internally. There’s no way to successfully hide the dark circles under my eyes.) 

-ˋˏ You’re taking way too long to answer, too absorbed into your head to speak, and it’s starting to get under his skin. His frown seems embedded onto his face, the absence of his plaster head making you quiver in fear from the sheer amount of frustration he must feel because of you. Unfortunately, you’re nowhere near as observant as he is— because if you were, you would have noticed that his frustration wasn’t aimed at you, but at himself. How did he let it get this bad? He’s supposed to be a teacher, and teachers are supposed to care for their pupils

-ˋˏ (It might seem like he couldn’t give two shits about his students, but he does care— in his own harsh way. He considers kicking people out of his class a blessing; if he didn’t care about their wellbeing, he would have let them stay and feel stupid as well as let them be completely overwhelmed as a result of not understanding the content of his lessons and the workload he assigns. Of course, he doesn’t want people to drop his class, but if that’s what it takes for people to not go insane then so be it. He’s made peace with it.) 

-ˋˏ “When was the last time you were able to sleep for longer than eight hours consecutively?” he asks, intense gaze unfaltering as your eyes dart all over his office in a poor attempt at avoiding the inevitable. Finally, you look at him sheepishly, and mumble a number that was far from satisfactory in his books. He clicks his tongue and unfurls his arms, grabbing your books strewn across his desk and shuts them, sliding them over towards you. You sit, puzzled and flustered that you’ve gone all this way just for him to kick you out. If he was going to be an ass, he should have just dismissed you as soon as— 

-ˋˏ “Your assignment is to get a good night’s rest. Do not come into my classroom if you haven’t slept for 8 hours minimum. If I see you work dark circles as prominent as the ones you have right now, I’ll drag you to the nearest bed or couch myself.” 

...Can’t say you expected that kind of response. 

-ˋˏ You can’t even get a word in before he beats you to it, already knowing what you were about to say. “I’ll let you retake the exam if I deem your health to be unacceptable when you arrive in the lecture hall for the exam.” You shut your mouth, unsure of what to even say in response. You really felt like you were being scolded. 

-ˋˏ He would gladly help you study when you come back looking (and feeling) refreshed, though. Not that he’d show it with his body language, but his actions said everything. He’d bring energy bars for you to snack on while he explained material you struggled with, would be patient when you’d ask seemingly dumb questions (one time you asked him why he hadn’t kicked you out of his class yet, and that was the first time he actually scolded you. Because that was the first dumb question you asked him). 

[moodymisty]

Hiii! Congrats on 1k, so well deserved ♥♥ I have a prompt I hope you'll like - how about "Kneel. " for Wrecker with fem or GN reader? Get down here you big lug so I can make love to you!! >:( ♥ your fics converted me to the Wrecker Wives so it was the first thing that came to mind!! 😭😭

Thank you - congrats again!! 🤗

❀ From my 1k followers event ❀

Author's Note: Aww thank you for the kind words! I'm so honored to have converted someone to the Wrecker Wives, the more the merrier.

Summary: You and Wrecker have a little battle of attrition when it comes to affections.

Relationships: Wrecker/Gn!Reader

Warnings: A little lewd but not NSFW, Pre-established relationship, Shirtless Wrecker

You and Wrecker have always been irrevocably infatuated with each other. It's often to the misery of everyone within your vicinity, given it's a near constant. There's never a moment you're not side by side holding hands, sitting in his lap, or he's holding you in his arms.

Especially for Wrecker- his love language, the way he shows 'hey! I'm still in love with you!' is to smother you in for a lack of a better word, himself.

A kiss on the cheek, top of the head; His hand on your shoulder or waist.

And so you'd made a mistake by joking just once, only once telling him he was smothering you as he laid over your body, arms on either shoulder and chin on your head. You were in the middle of working on something, and even though it might've impeded your work a bit, you weren't genuinely complaining. He, in part playing with your joke retracted all of his affections, and has given you none since. And once he started, you had as well.

It's now become a battle of attrition, on who will give in and kiss the other first.

His brothers- while they know it's all a joke- have found it off-putting, as despite their complaints throughout your relationship it's still unusual for the two of you to not be sitting in the same seat, resting in his lap while his arms wrap tightly around your waist.

But as time has gone on it's been less about holding back affection, and more how long can you tease each other until one gives him and asks, or simply takes. If you'd told this to an outside party they might've thought it's been a few weeks, a terrible marathon being denied the affections of your lover but...

It's been like four days.

Most of the time it's been you two brushing arms, or you bending over in clear view to grab something. Wrecker shows off feats of strength or almost knocks you over and saves you by your waist, before quickly distancing himself.

They've been getting more overt, but so far, the both of you have been holding strong.

Much to the chagrin of the rest of the Marauder's inhabitants, who just want this whole song and dance to be over with. But thankfully those spoilsports are gone at the moment, leaving you to the ship's refresher to clean up, and indulge in a little bit of rare privacy.

Wiping the water off your face you glance in the mirror for only a moment, before turning away. You'd gotten a decent bit of sleep these past couple of days, so you can see more perk in your face, compared to the days where sleep was a much rarer resource.

Finished cleaning up, you gently hit the button to open the door with your palm, going to step out but suddenly being stopped by an oddly tan wall. Not the grey metal of the Marauder, but something much closer to, Wrecker.

Looking up reaffirms that suspicion, and...

Oh fuck, he's shirtless.

He stands directly in the doorway of the refresher, blocking it almost entirely. You can see the various tattoos smattering his chest, before your eyes start wandering downward, seeing where his pants ride low enough to see the V of his hips and the trail of hair leading even farther down below the waistband of his clothes.

You instantly glance upward, before you become completely distracted by the thought of what rests at the end of that crumb trail.

This isn't even fair; The two of you have been just playing around, there was no reason for Wrecker to just suddenly hit you with a fucking nuke.

You can't give in this easily. You have to hold strong, if even just long enough to remove yourself from this situation before just throwing yourself at him an hour later, when you've completely soaked a fresh pair of panties.

"Please move." You try to hide the strain in your voice, watching him roll his shoulders. The way the cords of his neck move, the muscles of his shoulders and collarbone stretch and move; It's absolutely kriffing, karking, fucking criminal.

"Nah," Wrecker responds. Clenching your fists, you lick your lips and hiss at him.

"Come on Wrecker! I'm done playing this game!" He shakes his head, looking down at you.

"Oh you're done, but I'm not! You're gonna regret starting this." He leans against the frame of the door, his hips cocking out to one side. You can't help but glance down at his stomach again, before seeing how the fabric of his pants lays against his body.

Gods, the things you want to do to him are unspeakable.

Fuck it; This whole game has gone on long enough. You made one silly joke, and you aren't going to spend another night thinking about sucking him off or sitting in his lap instead of just doing it.

Stepping closer you attempt to reach for his shoulders and pull his head down to you, but it doesn't work, and you almost end up hanging on him. Wrecker still stays leaning against the doorframe, unaffected.

"Come on," He shakes his head.

As much as you want to, Wrecker's head is in the clouds, and far out of reach. He knows as much, and has an evil, crooked smirk at the thought. Irritated, you point at the ground.

"Kneel."

Your face holds firm for all about five seconds. "Please? So I can give you a kiss? I miss it... I don't wanna play this game anymore." He might've been able to resist you if you hadn't cracked like that and said please, looking up at him with those cute eyes and pursed lips.

He quickly falls to one knee, enough so that you can lean in and cup his jaw, kissing him right on the lips. You can feel his large hands gripping your waist, pulling you even closer to him.

Though is wasn't as if he was going to stay put for long, as he soon pulls away from you and grips your waist harder, quickly pulling you off the ground. Now that you've both decided you're done with this stupid little fight, there's some catching up to do.

"Wrecker!"

Not fond of the way your feet no longer touch the ground you attempt to free yourself from his grip, but it only ends up with you over his shoulder. You smack his bare shoulder, eyes widening as you feel his hand holding you on the back of your thigh, just at the crease of your bottom.

"Quit wigglin'!" he jokes, as if he'd ever let you fall. But as you've been resigned to luggage you quit squirming, trying not to laugh as Wrecker hauls you out of the Marauder and off to somewhere more comfortable and with a bit more privacy.

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[sweettbepbo]

everything i wanted

warnings: death, angst

word count: 1k

i wrote this a few years ago so i’m sorry if this is crap, this is some old fanfic pieces from my wattpad😭

Billie

~

"I had a dream."

"I got everything i wanted,"

"Not what you'd think,"

"And if im being honest,"

"It might of been a nightmare,"

"To anyone who might care."

Alex and I sang in unison as I played the guitar to the beautiful song.

"Thought I could fly,"

"So I stepped off the golden,"

"Nobody cried,"

"Nobody even noticed."

I look over at her as we sang together. Those beautiful brown long locks, adorable dark brown chocolate eyes, puppies would have. Her face was shaped perfectly. Amazing curves I would put my hands all over. Freckles scattered around her face. Not many but they're still there.

That body is mine.

That girl is mine.

Alex is mine.

My girlfriend..

As I was singing to my song I got quieter and quieter. Until I only heard Alex sing and she has a beautiful voice. The one problem is... she doesn't think she's all that, but she is. She is to me. That's all that matters. She thinks very low of herself. She noticed I stopped singing with her so she stopped herself.

"Why'd you stop? I sound like a freaking cow by myself."

I frown and let go of the guitar and put it beside me. I gently grab Alex's face with my hand. I pull her in for a sweet kiss.

"You do not sound like a cow. You sound beautiful, baby. I mean it."

She looks down and sits back.

"C'mon let's go cuddle." I gently grab her and pull her to our room. We have a small apartment together with 2 rooms and a bathroom. One room is our bedroom and the other is empty.

I find myself depressed when I walk into that room. I don't know why.

We cuddle up on the bed. With her head on my chest as I pull her in my arms and play with her hair. I find her presence very warm and relaxing. It's like I can't ever get myself away from her. When I'm with her all my problems wash away like the ocean. Pressure. Anxiety. Stress. Tour. Social media. It all goes away when I'm with her. Just like that.

Now I didn't ever take drugs or will ever take drugs but with Alex, it's like she's my drug. I can't get enough of her. She makes me want to go crazy. She makes my heart go flying out of my chest. She makes me filled with so much joy and happiness.

She's definitely my soulmate.

And with all of these thoughts running around in my head. I just fell asleep. Holding my baby.

Billie's dream

~

I see a coffin. It looks like some sort of funeral.. but.. no one is there. I look at the name.

Billie O'Connell

2001-2019

... I died.

And no one came. Not even my brother, Finneas. My mother.

Not even Alex.

The love of my life. My soulmate.

How did I die?

I get pulled into another place. I look around and see the golden gate bridge. With the waters beneath it. I suddenly hear sniffles and turn around.

I see myself. I'm crying. I look where I am and I'm dangerously close to the edge of the bridge.

No.

I try to yell out for myself to not do it..

But I'm too late. I see myself jump off. I remember back to my funeral.

Did no one care when I died?

No one helped me.

No sympathy.

No one tried to convince me that I shouldn't have done that. Not even Finneas.

I fall to my knees and cry.

And cry.

Nobody cared about me.

Nobody cared that I died.

Am I meant to die?

Suddenly I get pulled out of my dangerous dream and see a new scenery. I enter Alex and I's apartment. I wipe my tears and look at our bedroom. She's not in there. I look at the empty room.

It's not that empty anymore.

The walls were painted a pastel blue. A wooden rocking chair in the corner. A gray circle carpet in the middle with stars. I look to my left.

I see Alex. Her long wavy curls were now cut into a short wavy bob. She turns around.

She has a baby in her arms.

She rocks the baby as she sings songs to it. The crib beside her was painted a nice soft gray.

We didn't have a baby.

Did.. she want to have a baby with me?

I get closer as it doesn't matter. She can't see me because it's just a dream. I realize it's a boy. I look up at Alex. Her facial expression was the most cutest thing in the world. Smiling down at the baby as she giggles at the baby's cuteness. Her face changes within a couple of minutes. Making me change my mood.

"I wish your mama was here to see you. I bet she would have loved you. So much."

Was this.. my baby?!

I shed a couple of tears staring at the precious baby in her arms. It sleeps peacefully in one of his mother's arms. He had brown hair just like Alex. His cheeks were an adorable version of Alex's. He was almost as pale as me. This baby that possibly doesn't even exist is making me have mixed feelings. I don't know how to feel about this.

I had already fallen in love.. but why did I always feel so upset when I walked into this room?

I guess maybe it was just because I was missing something. This baby.

"I love you so much, baby." She looked away from him and shed a tear.

"I love you too, Bil. I always have and I always will." She whispered.

"I love you too, Alex." I whisper cry. I reach out for her but it's impossible for her to reach me.

~

I jump awake in a sweat. My hair's a mess and I'm hyperventilating. I look around the bedroom and find that Alex was sleeping peacefully beside me. I calm down a bit and fall back, trying to calm myself down. That was definitely quite the dream.

Alex flutters her eyes open and stares at me with a smile before slightly frowning, "You okay, bil? You look like something just happened."

"I'm okay. Just had a.. bad dream.. I guess."

"Okay." She rubs my shoulder and kisses it. I try to pull her closer to me. I wrap my arms around her waist as we stare at the ceiling.

"Hey, I have a question, babe." I ask just being curious.

"Yeah? What's up?"

"W-would you ever want to have kids with me someday, Alex?"

"Of course! I kind of have baby fever right now. Which is weird!" She giggles. I chuckle and smile down at her. I sigh and look back at the ceiling.

"Billie, what was that dream about? It seemed pretty scary."

".. Nothing, mamas,"

"Nothing at all."

[linawritestwst]

Ah! Congrats on 1k! I'm so happy for you! Here's to many more! 💙

I'd like a matchup, but if you get too overwhelmed, scrap mine and do a different one, I promise I'll be okay 😂

Pronouns are she/her, mbti INTJ and Zodiac is Libra.

Personality : I like to joke that the only personality I have left is "tired" 😂 But other things about me are, I'm a little wary of new people, but once you're in I'm ridiculously loyal (like a cat). I take care of everyone before myself. Think mom friend. I'm kind of a nerd....(don't look at my blog it'll out me as a huge nerd, just trust me) . My only hobbies right now are writing and video games, but I have a "secret" past as a reader, and a theatre kid. I have been described as "the darkest lightest person I've ever met" "if you were a puppy at a shelter, I'd adopt you" and "you got that fae vibe, like if I give you my name or say the wrong thing, you'll own my soul." I can't make decisions and have memory issues. I like dragons too much, and I hope to one day afford to dress like a well educated pirate, who still pillages the village, but waxes on about the state of humanity as she drinks chamomile tea. A pirate witchy dark princess vibe, you know?(idk if that helps 😂)

What I need in a partner/don't need:

I am heavily introverted and socially anxious...but I only make friends when an extrovert just adopts me. So I probably need an extrovert, or an assertive introvert.

Imy love language (receiving) is quality time and words of affirmation, and (giving) gift giving and words of affirmation.

I have lots of texture issues, so maybe someone who's not super touchy. They can be a little touchy, though, since this is fictional.

Someone not to loud too. I get panic attacks when startled, and cry around loud noises sometimes. (Oh my God, I'm literally a rabbit 😭)

Silly things about me for if you are having writers block: I'm 5'3 1/4", I have been told I have the worst handwriting in the world, I am known for tripping over nothing, I don't sit still for long, I get distracted by shiny things and cats, I hate to be warm, and love the cold, my friend and I write modern comedy adaptations of Shakespeare, and other literature.

Hope this is enough. Again, congratulations!!!!!!!!!!

thank you so much!! 🥺💖💞 i hope you like your matchup <3

the character that i think would be a good partner for you is..

malleus draconia!

now, this one might seem obvious or predictable because of your pfp but!! i really do think you and malleus would be a cute couple!!

i'll explain why i chose him:

okay, yeah, malleus would definitely appreciate having a loyal partner. your kindness is one of the many reasons why he loves you, but he'd want you to take care of yourself too though :( and don't worry about being a nerd!! he's a nerd too!! have you seen how his eyes light up whenever gargoyles are mentioned?? and he would love to know more about your interests, he doesn't think they're "boring" or "weird" at all!

oh, this man would want to protect you from everything so bad. he's surely intrigued by that mysterious energy you have, but he still focuses more on that soft and cute puppy vibe. because come on, he's malleus draconia, he's the one with the dark fae energy here HJSHJNDJDJD. and you liking dragons makes him so happy because it means you most likely won't find his dragon form scary! also i find it cute to imagine you two sharing a braincell because i think it's not that easy for malleus to make decisions sometimes, haha. though he would probably wait for you to decide, because he just really wants to agree with you and go "!! you're right!! we're gonna go with this option then :)" so take your time, don't worry, he's very patient when it comes to you at least

i don't think that malleus is that extroverted, but he would probably be a more assertive kind of introvert when you're around. and i think malleus is sort of.. "forced" to be an introvert? considering that he wants to socialize, make friends and attend parties and events, but he doesn't always have the opportunity.. also, he just gets that protective instinct when he sees you, so yeah, you're adopted now. about your texture issues, malleus would make sure to respect your boundaries and even though he would love to hug you/hold your hand/etc, he doesn't want to hurt you, so he will be careful! he can express his love for you in other ways too :) and he's not the loudest kind of person, so you don't have to worry about that either!

[dracomalfoy7]

The Other Half | II

PART I

Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!Reader Fling!Marco Flint x Slytherin!Reader Harry Potter x Sister!Reader

Summary: Harry Potter's twin sister y/n Potter transfers to Hogwarts during the third year. With Harry being a Gryffindor being sorted into Slytherin was hard enough. Now having to battle the shadow that comes with being the twin of the chosen one. On top of being the only girl on the Slytherin Quidditch team. In the notorious cold-blooded house, y/n leans on the Bronze 5. Eventually falling for the pureblood prince, himself Draco Malfoy.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Retired Voldy AU, Angst, Fluff, Cursing

A/N: I'm sorry I took a while I was busy writing my college essay 😭. I also wanted you guys to have a longer part plus I had a little writing block. But I started so many one-shots that I'll release soon 😌. I also made a Google form in my bio if you want me to tag you in future parts and/or one-shots. Go check it out!

Mischief glitters in your eyes as you respond.

"No one told me how...charming the captain of the quidditch team was" you smile

You hear Draco peep a laugh, but it's drowned out by the music in the background. Thankfully, you send him a glare which he catches and shuts his mouth. Of course, you knew about the misogynistic history of Marcus Flint. But who are you to judge before getting to know him?

"Why don't we go grab a drink?" Marcus asks offering you his hand

"I'd love to" you return

Over at the makeshift bar you ask for a nice hardy cup of fireball. As you were drowning your weight in Fireball a soft voice reached you.

"Would you like some herds? You look like you could use some the first batch is on me"

You turn and see Luna Lovegood sitting at a table selling "herbs" and good old-fashioned muggle weed. Sitting next to her unexpectedly is Neville Longbottom.

"Not tonight" you smile

"Oh, you're Harry's twin aren't you?"

"Harry's sister?" Neville turns

"Yup and your Luna and Neville, right?"

"Yes, we are" they both answer

"Ah, so you're responsible for getting my brother so high that one time, he threw up so much he slept with a bucket in his arms."

You laugh and exchange pleasantries until a firm hand finds its way to your waist. You turn to see Marcus.

"There you are, lost you for a second"

"Well, here I am"

"Actually if you don't mind do you have a pack of cigarettes by any chance?"

Luna smiles "You’re in luck I always have a small stock for the boys and this is my last one"

"Thank you" You reach in the band of your bra for a bill but she stops you

"Please to make up for your brother"

You laugh "Fine but I'm paying next time" you affirm

You and Marcus make your way over to the couch and sit together. He talks about himself for what seems like a little too long. He then asks about you and Ilvermonry to which you then talk about yourself a little. As you guys talk, he finds ways to be closer to you, eventually putting his arm around your shoulder.

In the distance you see Draco standing at the beer pong table watching Pans and Blake play against Blaise and Enzo. You don't notice but his jaw tightens at the sight of Marcus with his arm around you. He doesn't even notice himself tensing up, his grip around his cup tighter. He doesn't like seeing you guys together but he doesn't know why. As you talk to Marcus about Ilvermorny he asks if you guys had quidditch to which you answer.

"I've actually been playing since first year"

"Oh really"

"Ya got on the team first year guess I'm kinda an ace they nicknamed me Viper"

"Damn I mean looks, brains, and quidditch you’re the whole package aren't you"

"I would like to think"

The evening continues with you and Marcus squeezed into the loveseat couch deep in conversation.

As it hits 1 am people start leaving

Draco and the group walks over

“Hey Y/N/N we gonna head home if you wanna come”

Marcus stands up and helps you to your feet

“I'll walk you we’re in the same house anyway”

You smile “Here I thought chivalry was dead”

He gives you his arm and you take it head for the door with the rest of the group behind you. Enzo is holding a buzzed Blake's hand on her waist in an effort to stead her. Draco and Blaise are walking with Pans in the middle, her arms around their shoulders. You and Marcus walk a few paces in front of the group. You're a bit more than buzzed but you try to walk on your own suddenly you stumble a little but Marcus catches you. He bridal carries you up the stairs into the shared dorm of Blake, Pans, and sets you down on the bed. Your eyes feel heavy and the last thing you hear before drifting off to sleep is “Goodnight Vip”.

The next morning you wake up groggy and in last night's clothes, you get up and go to the bathroom. After a refreshing shower and some Advil for the monster headache, you see Pans and Blake.

“Ugh what happened last night my head's killing me,” Pansy says holding her head in her hands

“No literally it's a miracle we got home “ Blake agrees

“Well then you should thank the boys they were with you guys all night”

You guys get dressed and head to the great hall for breakfast. You walk in and spot the boys already at the table. As you guys sit down Blaise starts “Good morning sleeping beauties how was your beauty sleep?”

“Killer” Pans responds

“It's like I got hit by a train. How are you guys okay?”

Enzo responds “We didn't drink like animals that's how”

Draco looks at you and pushes a piece of buttered toast in front of you.

“Eat it'll make you feel better”

You muster up a smile

“Thanks”

As you dig into the toast you feel someone come up behind you.

“Good morning vip, how'd you sleep?”

“Like a baby”

“Good I'm glad you were knockout cool when I got you home”

“Ya thanks for that by the way”

“No worries anytime” He winks

He puts a cup down on the table

“What is that?”

“Hair of the dog. Something muggles do for hangovers”

Draco contests “No she does not need more alcohol in her system right she needs to soak it up”

Marcus turns to look at him “Relax Malfoy she'll be fine”

You stare at the cup “I don't know my hangovers almost passed”

You push the cup away “I'll just ride this one out”

Marcus eyes flash with what seems to be disappointment before it's replaced with his signature smile.

“No worries just trying to help”

“By the way Vip you wanna play some quidditch later?”

You give him a smile “Ya definitely I'll be there”

“Great I'll see you later,” He says before turning around and leaving”

Enzos is jaw-dropped

Blaise is stunned but manages to say “I’ll be damned, how did you get Marcus Flint to eat out of your hand?”

Enzos adds “Damn girl you work fast”

You just smile and say “A lady never tells” before breaking down in laughter with Enzo.

Part III

tags: @venomsvl @kaverichauhan @marplest

[georgiapeach30513]

Jennifer now I really wanna see Ransom convincing Nick do join kitten and him in the bedroom . Omgg imagine Ransom saying it jumping on bed instead of using the word sex while convincing Nick or maybe some other time when they be doing the nasty stuff 😭🤣🤣🤣 Mr. Flower can do any nasty thing he wants to kitten (with obviously with ransoms permission) Now to think about it whose gonna be incharge Jenn!!!! Is Mr. Flower going to fuck both of them or just our kitten !?? Kitten will be fucked by both of them at the same time that I know !(screaming!! this will happen right Jennifer!? We saw the chapter where Ransom was training her 😏) or will it be like Nick fucking kitten and Ransom just jerking of to the sight !? Will Mr. Drysdale and Mr. Flower will be doing with somethings to each other too!!!!? Please Jennifer just give us the threesome we have waited long enough now! Pretty pretty please:)

You poor, pitiful, little baby...you’re foaming at the mouth for them aren’t ya?  

The term jumping on the bed will eventually come up...There will be some HEAVY stipulations with Mr. Fowler, and he's not going to fully get a taste of Kitten the first time 😏 he's going to have to earn that. This is going to be Kitten taking back all her power with sex, is what I'll say. But Mr. Fowler is also a stern teacher 🤷🏻‍♀️ Will she be able to handle both at the same time? She was getting a bit overwhelmed when Ransom was training her. So let's take a peek into how Ransom propositioned Mr. Fowler...I mean I didn't put out anything specifically for Kitten and Ran, it was mostly just Ran

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Call Me

Summary:  Ransom sees Nick out and about

Pairings:  Ransom Drysdale X Nick Fowler

Rating:  mild

Warnings: mentions of a threesome, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1K

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Desperate Love Masterlist

Ransom walks up to the counter at your favorite café ordering your perfect brew.  It had been a late night with Lucy, and he knew you were tired, and wanted to do something nice for you on a Saturday morning.  And lo and behold the man he had teased you about for over a year now, strolling in beside him to get his own cup.  “Mr. Fowler?”

“Oh, Mr. Drysdale, please call me Nick.  Haven’t seen you or Mrs. Drysdale since Story moved up a grade.”

“You can me Ransom, no need for formalities since she’s no longer in your class,” Nick agrees, and before he can pay for his coffee, Ransom hands the barista his card.  “I’ve actually been meaning to talk to you.”

“About what?”

“My wife,” Nick gives a fake cough, while his eyes drift down to the counter.  

“I heard you two had another one.  Congratulations, five kids, that’s a lot.”

Ransom grabs both of their cups, and Nick reluctantly follows when he sits down at the table, “Yeah, she’s a bit obsessed with me,” Nick nods his head and slowly takes a sip from his cup.  Tasting a bit more bitter today.  “No, I had been begging her for a fifth child for years.  Story was a difficult pregnancy and birth, but enough of that.”

“Ransom I don’t know if talking about your wife is appropriate.”

Ransom gives him a little smirk, bringing your drink to his lips, he’ll just buy you another of the rancid drink.  “Wouldn’t be if Story was still in your class,” Nick lifts up and eyebrow.  His eyes looking all around the café, and luckily it’s too early for most to even be in here.  “This isn’t going to be an appropriate conversation, and I’ve been patient and waited until you were no longer my daughter’s teacher.”

“I have plans to move up to the upper grades.”

“Are you declining my offer before I even give it to you,” Nick leans a bit closer to Ransom.  Him being someone who has always been able to read people well, sees the curiosity in Nick’s eyes.  Saw his neck pulse at the mention of you.  “Deny that you always check her out when we would meet you.”

“I can’t.”

“Honesty.  I like that, so let me cut to the chase.  I have always had a desire to have my wife fully taken care of.”

“Should she not be here for this conversation?”

Ransom smiles blowing out air, before taking a slow drink of your coffee.  Nick’s body switches around in the table, and he leans even closer to him.  “You are interested.  I’ve had many conversations about it with her.  It’s my job to make you the offer.”

“And what’s the offer?”

“Your name has came up multiple times while we’ve been jump...engaged in adult activities,” Nick’s tongue pokes out of his mouth, while he gives a slow lick to those petal pink lips; bringing his bottom lip in to bite.  “It’ll start off slow.  I’ve had a few training sessions with her, she’s willing to take both.”

“At the same time?” Ransom nods.  “So, the both of us?  Always?”

“Getting greedy already?  You think I’m just going to let you fuck my wife?”

“Is that not what this conversation is?”

“First things first, you’ll need to be tested.  You can not spill in her.  If you’re the only one involved, I’m present and watching.  We can work our way to a tag team.”

Nick finally leans back in his chair, tracing his finger around the top of his drink.  “And if I refuse?”

“You won’t,” Ransom takes another slow drink to watch Nick.  His eyes still casted down to his coffee cup while he thinks, “There’s also the subject of a NDA, if there is to be recordings, it will only be on our camera, and it’ll only be available to watch at our designated location.  Here’s my card Mr. Fowler.  Give me a call,” Ransom walks up to the bar to order you another drink, his gaze constantly turning back to Nick who studies the business card.

“Ransom?” Ransom stops as he walks his table.  “If I agree...it’s just...?”

“Do you really think she’s going to leave me, the love of her life?” Nick shakes his head no, not used to Ransom being so talkative, never seeing the arrogant side of his personality.  “Exactly.”

“Your children?”

“Oh, we won’t be at our home.  My grandfather lives there, and that’s our family space.  We have a few other properties.  They’re secluded, and safe.  Plus my children don’t sleep in those beds.  Did you think we were going to a hotel?” Nick gives him another nod, “My Kitten doesn’t know how to be quiet.  Give me a call, we’ll go over the fine details.”

“The first time?”  Nick’s eyes finally roam up to Ransom’s.  His mind already made that he is in fact going to join them.  It’s worth it.  With how cocky Ransom is, he’s sure he could take both of them apart...slowly.

“You’ll be watching.  You can demand us how you want, you can touch her with your fingers, unless she’s comfortable with more.  We shouldn’t be talking about such things in a public space though, Mr. Fowler.  You’re a teacher, and I’m a very powerful man.  Call me.  Oh, and don’t wait too long.  I get impatient, and Kitten is getting about tired of me teasing her about you.  She’s getting ready for you.”

Nick lifts up an eyebrow as Ransom walks away.  Thinking to himself that it’s good to know that you had been thinking of him sinking in your pussy just as much as he has.  Rubbing his hand across his stubbled jaw he sends out a, ‘Give me all the details.  I don’t want to wait.’ text to Ransom...

Masterlist

[russilton]

your writing is so amazing I’m so intrigued by both stories I’ve literally have told all my friends about the Redbull au and telling them how much I need this story despite how much I hate redBull 😭 I can’t wait for all these snippets to become an actually fic, your writing is amazing.

On the other hand…I can’t stop thinking of the fuck boy au any more snippets worked up for us in the meantime please 🥺

The idea that people are talking about my work outside of reblogs blows my fucking mind. It’s about the best compliment I think I can receive, that these ideas are interesting enough to other people that they’re worth sharing. Thank you for telling me anon, it means so much.

It’s a good move to ask for fuck boy au snippets, because I have about half the story already written lmao.

1k of fuck boy Lewis and very interested George below the cut

A brief reminder this is set after the Abu dahbi race in 2018. George is 20 and has just won his F2 championship. Lewis is 33 and had secured his 5th world title a month prior. It’s also the race weekend where George has his first F1 press conference and Lewis gets shirtless on the podium, enjoy!

Oh and they look like this

He’s feeling a lot less tired, hours later, under the heady thrum of bass and neon strobe lights of whatever club they’re in. He’s not entirely sure, parties like this always pop up at the end of the season, more than a few different teams all poured into one place between their hotels where alcohol flows and rivalries are thrown away for a night in favour of the dance floor. Well, dance is a strong word for it, it’s probably better described with far less savoury words, but it’s tradition. There’s plenty of gorgeous strangers too, rich socialites and friends of various drivers all taking the chance to mingle.

He’s been here for a while already, but for once he’s taking it slow with the drink, sipping slowly at something strong Kimi had pressed into his hand earlier, declaring it all the congrats Lewis would be getting from him before he had spotted Seb and took off to tackle him, apparently already a few drinks deep himself. He finds himself lounged back in a booth away from where most of the bodies are pressed together, taking it all in as he unwinds. His skin already has a fine sheen of sweat to it, making the thin black shirt he’d changed into stick to him. It’s the first time he’s been alone in a while, previously flanked by various members of Mercedes’ eager to get him to party. He’d been happy for the company but he can’t say he minds a minute to himself, happy to let Daniel pull Valtteri away to dance, and waving off Bono and James who seemed to be itching to leave early, but not wanting to go without checking Lewis was fine first. Before they’d left Bono had grabbed him by the shoulder, tugging him down closer to his level so he could shout over the loud music into Lewis’ ear.

Promise me you’ll let go tonight, okay? Stop overthinking and just go with it.

It’s uncharacteristic of Bono, but he doesn’t elaborate, just giving Lewis a knowing look. Before Lewis can ask what the hell he means, Peter is gone, letting James drag him away by the wrist with a laugh. He watches them go fondly, before ending up where he is now, mulling his engineer's words over in his mind. Stop overthinking and just go with it. He’s not sure where it came from, Lewis has always felt pretty impulsive honestly, following his gut is a feature that tends to pay off on track. But the season’s over, it wouldn’t make sense for Bono to be talking about work, leaving Lewis back at square one.

He’s not sure how long he’s sitting thinking about it, letting each song change wash over him and the alcohol warm his veins as he sips at his drink. He’s feeling pleasantly buzzed by the time he’s interrupted by a pair of slim legs clad in jeans so tight they look painted on, appearing in his eyeline. They stop in front of him, so he follows them all the way up, eyes tracing long and thin curves of muscle before he gets to the man’s face and realises George is standing in front of him. He’s smirking a little, like he knows what Lewis was doing, and holding a colourful cocktail that looks half drunk. He raises an eyebrow and then nods to the seat next to Lewis, asking wordlessly if he can sit down, and Lewis gestures at him to go ahead, finishing the final sip of his drink. He lets the remaining ice clink against the glass before he sets it down on the bar table next to them, before leaning back into the plush leather of the booth as he turns to George.

George looks good, he has to admit. He’s changed too, into a white linen button up, a much better idea in this heat than Lewis’ black T-shirt had been. There’s a pair of neon green shutter shades hanging from his neck and a flush over his cheeks that both suggest he’d had a bit to drink himself. He knows at 20 George can drink legally in Abu Dhabi, but that bars weren’t supposed to serve anyone under 21. Not that that seems to matter much here, he’s seen more than a few drivers he’s fairly sure are 19 that look a few beers deep.

George eyes his empty drink and holds up his own, but Lewis shakes his head. He’s not looking to rush into a hangover tonight. Seemingly content, George sets his own drink down and leans in slightly so Lewis can hear him.

“What are you doing alone in a booth? Isn’t this technically your party!”

“It’s everyone’s party! And I’m fine, just taking a minute”

“Sure, Mr 5 time World champion. You okay? I’d have thought you’d be in the middle of that crowd… or already on your way out of here” There’s something charged in the latter part of his sentence, but Lewis just shakes it off, the music is too loud to be reading into tone.

“I got my trophy a month ago, you’re the one that actually won a championship today! Why aren’t you out there yourself?”

“Why indeed, mate. Sounds like we should both be out there. Why don’t you come dance?” With me goes unspoken, and George is eyeing him with a familiar look, like he’s sure Lewis will brush him off but he still wants to try.

Maybe it’s the buzz of alcohol. Maybe it’s the tanned collar bone showing through George’s three open shirt buttons. Maybe it’s just the adrenaline of the whole day in general, but for once Lewis thinks that sounds like a pretty good idea. ‘Stop over thinking, just go with it’ Bono’s advice echos round his mind. Fuck it. He grins at George and nods, drinking in the shock that washes over the younger man’s face before it’s replaced with a smile that matches his own.

“Sure, lead the way.”

George wastes no time, taking a large sip of his cocktail and leaving the last quarter of it on the table next to Lewis’ already abandoned glass before sliding easily out of the booth, holding his hand out confidently for Lewis to take. He might be pushing it, but Lewis has always liked his confidence, so he takes it, letting himself be pulled up and lead towards the centre of the club.

[daegall]

I love you

Pairing: Mark Lee x reader

Tags: part of nct creation’s ‘What is Love?’ event, 1706 words, romance, slight crack, fluff, pretty long I didn’t know that

A/n: h e l l o, i frickin wrote this the day Mark’s was due ugh my procrastination 😭 i hope you enjoy this one, it’s longer than i expected lmao uuhh pls pls if you like this feel free to read my other works :) please :’))

Word count: 1k+ words

Your relationship with Mark is hard to describe, you would say it was 'taking it slow', Mark says it's 'just right', but Hyuck says it's innocent and new, which you were surprised at because the two of you have been dating for over a year and a half. Is a year really that short for a relationship? And then you realized that you haven't even said 'i love you' and you're shocked.

Maybe the relationship was a bit too slow?

"Mark," you call out to your boyfriend, who was on the couch, working on his assignment. His eyebrows rose and he looked up from the bright screen, "Yeah?" He looks cute, eyebrows risen and messy hair, you want to drown him in your love. You shake your head at your weird thoughts, "Did you want coffee or tea?"

"Tea please,"

It was a normal Sunday afternoon, with Mark doing his weekly assignments and you occasionally helping him out. But today, you were more distant, he could tell by how you're not helping him out with his essay like you usually do, and you didn't throw on one of his sweaters like you do every morning.

Mark looked up suspiciously at you, observing how you dunk the packet of tea into his cup, and then swirling it in your own cup as well. "Babe, what's wrong?" He asks. You're alarmed and surprised at the question, giving him a somewhat confused smile, "What?"

"You're acting weird today, honey." Mark places his laptop to the side, standing up to approach you. You shake your head as he enters the kitchen, and he nods back, wrapping his arms around your waist. You shrug, "Maybe I'm just not feeling it today?"

Your boyfriend nods, pecking your lips, before reaching behind you for the cups of tea. "Here," he hands you yours, and you take it with a small kiss on the cheek.

For the next 2 hours you just chill around the house, clean a bit, watch some TV, sit and accompany Mark, and yet, you still can't get the fact that you haven't even expressed your love for Mark through the word itself, it's just kisses of gratitude, or random hugs when you cross each other in the house, but never 'i love you'.

You don't say anything about it, which makes the day a bit more quiet because when you open your mouth you're afraid it'll spill and Mark will think you're crazy or something.

It was when you two were doing your nightly routine, brushing your teeth and washing your faces when Mark spoke up, "Are you like really sure you're okay? You're really distant today," he manages to say loud enough so you could hear through the running water he bathed in, and it takes you a moment before you register what he just said.

"What... Oh! Oh, yeah, I'm totally fine, just out of it, I already said that babe." You answer, patting your face gently with your face towel. The shower curtain opens, and you instantly hand Mark his towel. He grabs it, "Thanks," before wrapping it around his waist and looking back up at you. He finds you staring, surprisingly not to his abs, but to his face and wet hair.

"What?" He wonders, looking in the mirror. Chuckling, you shake your head, "Nothing. Now that I see you like-" you point your finger up and down at his body, "this, and being used to," you point to his chest and stomach, "That, I realize that you're really cute when you get out of the shower."

Mark smiles at your change of attitude, cupping your cheek with his wet hand, "You finally got used to my abs, huh?" Proudly, you smirk and nod, leaning into his touch on your cheek. But then you quickly swat it away, realizing you just finushed your face care, "Mark! I just finished drying my face!" You whine, patting your cheek rather aggressively with your face towel, giving Mark a playful glare.

Your boyfriend only laughs, exiting the bathroom as his chuckles bounce in he bathroom and quickly exit a second later. You can't help but smile widely and feel like a school girl flirting with her crush.

Once you enter the room, Mark's already in sweats, and the loose shirt you bought for hum after he made the mistake of buying a tight one. He's drying his hair with his towel, ruffling and shaking it to get it dry. "Dude you're gonna break your neck if you keep doing that." You call out, approaching Mark to dry his hair yourself. He giggles when you climb into bed next to him and grab the towel.

"Did you seriously just call me dude? I like baby or honey, it's so much cuter." He pouts, letting you lower his head to run your fingers and pat his head to get it dry. The longer you dried his hair, the more you stare at him, and fall deeper in love with him. You suddenly stop drying Mark's hair, but the towel still was planted straight on his head, causing his to wonder why you stopped.

To Mark's surprise when he peeks an eye open, you lean down and capture his lips between yours, crawling closer to him. The kiss is fluttering around the room with love, and affection, and it drowns you into Mark's warm and welcoming embrace you had always loved.

You release his lips, pecking his bottom one thoughtfully, before speaking, "I really, really, love you." Mark doesn't realize it's the first time you're saying it, it feels like all the hugs and kisses and reassurance is the ways you said those 3 words, and he doesn't even notice how nervous you look, because his eyes are squinted as he grins widely, "I love you too, honey."

And that night, when you fell asleep in his arms, he stares at you, as if he was looking at the stars in the sky. He thinks you're just as beautiful, if not then even more beautiful than they are, he wouldn't even doubt just a bit. And then right at that moment, he realizes that that's the first time you've said the special 3 words, and Mark couldn't be even happier.

A smile invades his lips when you snuggle into his embrace, pulling you impossibly closer to the point your face is pressed into his shoulder. He doesn't mind though, in fact, he adores the way you lightly sleep talk into his skin.

Mark falls asleep with only you in his mind, and it's the best sleep he's ever gotten in his life, despite it being only 4 hours.

The next morning when you wake up, you hear Mark on a call with Donghyuck, in the kitchen. You know that's no good when Mark's in the kitchen, sobering up quickly. Your feet pad against the ground as you shuffle quietly into the living room, where you spot Mark reaching into a cabinet for flour. His call with Donghyuck is on speaker, so you can hear everything they converse about.

You plop yourself on an armchair in the meantime, admiring Mark from the other side of the room. "Okay, got it. What's next, Hyuck?" Mark asks his best friend through the phone, placing the flour on the counter. Hyuck scoffs, "What am I, Alexa? Dude just search it up!"

"I trust you more than technology, be glad about that." Your boyfriend laughs, but searches up the recipe on another phone. It takes you a while, but you recognize the phone as your own, and you chuckle at the thought of Mark stealing your phone for recipes.

He let's out a small 'aha' and goes to retrieve the sugar from the fridge. He even does a double check, as last time he mistook salt for sugar. After making sure it's sugar, Mark starts pouring the ingredients into the large bowl. He stops for a second, grinning widely to himself, "Hyuck," Mark calls out. A frustrated grunt comes from the other side of the line, you guess he's gaming with Johnny again.

"Y/n said her first 'i love you' to me..."

You're surprised he remembers, a smile creeping up to your lips. Donghyuck let's out a noise of confusion, before laughing loudly, "WHAT? YALL JUST SAID LAST NIGHT?! SO- SO-" more wheezing and laughing cracks from the phone. Mark scowls, picking up his phone, "The hell, man? Shouldn't you be happy for me?"

"I-I am, it's just so hilarious!"

"What is?"

"All 3 times you guys have been drunk with the members, you two were hugging and kissing each other and saying how much you love each other and you gUYS EVEN COMPETED AT WHO LOVED EACH OTHER MORE I-" Donghyuck starts to wheeze and die of laughter once again.

Mark's eyes bulge out of their sockets, and he yells into the phone, "WHAT?!" the bowl he held clanked onto the counter, to which you jump and yell at the sudden bang. Mark’s attention instantly divert to your surprised expression, giving you a small smile. “Hyuck, gotta go, bye.” Before Donghyuck could even reply with a witty comment Mark hangs up, placing his phone on the table, turning it off.

He glances at you nervously, but you feel like it’s more embarrassed, as he walks up to you. He stands rather far away from you, and you frown at the distance. “You heard all that?” Mark asks, staring at the ground. Nodding, you walk up to Mark and entangle your hands together. “I’m kind of glad we were drunk though, honestly.” You whisper, swaying your tangled hands side to side.

“I could still hug you and kiss you, and maybe even challenge you to a love contest, though, right?” Mark is finally brave enough to look up to you, and he couldn’t be more glad he did because you have so much love and fondness in your eyes that he probably has as well.

And suddenly, you two are bursting in laughter out of nowhere, slapping each other and collapsing to the floor. Though the situation was strange and a bit embarrassing, Mark wouldn’t have it any other way, and neither did you.

[love-amihan]

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OBLIVION // FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

meaning; the state of being unaware or unconscious of what is happening.

word count; 1k+

warning; toxic relationship, manipulation, gaslighting, just pure angst and mean megumi, comfort in the end (kinda??)

amihan's note: this is an out a whim one-shot bskdkx has been sitting on my drafts for god knows how long. i'm sorry to all megumi stans out there but i have to 😭 happy reading!

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boyfriend!megumi x gn!reader

“this is your fault,” his voice ringing through your head, you cover your ears with your hands while shaking your head, “no no no” you repeat your words like a mantra trying to convince yourself rather than disagreeing with his statement.

it's another fight with your boyfriend, your boyfriend who used to be so sweet back when you were in high school, the boy who got your heart fluttering with the simple yet sweet things he does.

be it carrying your bag or books for you, walking you to your classroom, holding out the door for you, pulling out a chair for you, waiting until you have your first bite of food before he eats himself, he has always put you before him, the list can go on.

the two of you used to be the sweetest couple, your group of friends always wishes and wants to have a relationship just like yours. the couple where you can feel the love when in the same room, where you can see the heart eyes shared between the pair, and the couple who you can see ending up in a marriage. that’s how they would describe you two best.

yet, how come that same boy is doing this to you right now? is he even the same boy back then? or was it all an act he put up? were the words he uttered were true? questions begin to swirl in your head, doubting everything about your relationship.

you muster up all your courage and look him in the eyes, your vision blurry with all the tears that’s welling up, “why?” you choke on your word, slowly approaching him, megumi stands his ground, not moving a muscle.

“out of all people,” a small whimper slipped past your lips, “out of all people, why did it have to be my best friend?” you repeat your words, this time loud and clear. every word is emphasized as you shove your index finger to his chest, hatred pouring through it.

you expect an apology from him, maybe make up and forget this awful thing happened. instead you are welcomed by a scoff and that faux innocent smile of his. “what are you trying to imply, love?” his tone sweet and loving, your eyes widens at this, stuttering a step back as he takes a step closer.

you look at him with slight fear in your eyes, the fire that was dancing behind his eyes earlier is gone in a speed of light. “d-don’t come closer,” you stumble with your words, back hitting the wall, however, he didn’t listen. opposed to your statement, he cradles you, engulfing you in a hug.

he gently rocks you back and forth. confused by the sudden affection, you don't know how to react. “i did no such thing,” he leaves a soft kiss on your temple. you hate this, despise how you easily melt with his touch, how he’s the only one who can calm you down.

megumi hums, stroking your head, he pulls away ever so slightly, enough to face you. he cups your face, the same smile still present on his face, “if anyone is at fault, it’s you, baby.” your soft sniffles echoes in your shared room, his thumb caressing your cheeks.

“you didn’t need- no. you have to change and live up to my expectations,” he leans in kissing your forehead, eyes closing as he did. once again, looking back into your eyes, he continues “you know how much i love you right?” you nod at his words, eyes softening.

he lovingly brushes the stray tear that threatens to go down your cheeks, “and you love me,” he looks back at your eyes that sees him like he's everything that you need. “that would mean you would do anything for me… am i right?” he slightly tilts his head to the side, nodding at his question for the second time, “that’s right, because you have a perfectly affectionate and caring boyfriend.”

he gives a chaste kiss on your lips after you agree with every word he says. the relationship has always been like this since the beginning, slowly but surely building it until he got you in the palm of his hand. he kisses both of your cheeks one last time and pats your head.

your gaze stays on the floor, before leaving the room he snaps his fingers getting your attention. looking up, you see him pointing at you, “who’s fault is it again?” you gulp the lump in your throat and say, “mine.” his lips turn up to smile, “just so we’re clear.” he hums with satisfaction.

“i’ll be going, the house better be clean when i come back,” not trusting your voice, you just give him a nod. with that he takes his leave not before uttering the four words that you don’t know whether to believe in or not, “i love you, y/n.”

wrong. you’re wrong about everything you thought back then, that sweet smile you see and the loving words he utters was all nothing but a facade. it was toxic, you can’t believe how you put trust in his words back then, how you easily bend to his will, and how he got you wrapped around his fingers.

now, you know all the answers to your questions back then, it was true that he loved you but at the same time he loved you too much. too much that he built the relationship to the point where he can easily manipulate you.

he’s selfish. he thinks for his own pleasure only, he doesn’t consider your feelings. what he did was wrong but you can’t help but admit that yes, you did love him too. but you’re thankful for him, thankful that he opened your eyes. you learned from him that you, yourself need to be selfish too.

you're glad that you pulled through and escaped from all of that. it turned you into a strong person, you're not the same person as you used to be. you promised to yourself that you will never go through that hell and you stand by that.

but, in the end, did you really? you're here smiling at the priest, your soon-to-be husband beside you. you steal a glance towards megumi’s direction through your peripheral vision, smile faltering upon seeing that innocent face of his. you have no idea why you invited him in the first place, everything went downhill from then on.

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Never Again (Kakashi x reader)

Prompt: “Can i pls request a hella angsty kakashi x reader oneshot during the pain’s assault arc where the reader is his gf and whitenesses kakashi dying, but then it all ends very wholesome cuz everyone is revived back to life?”

A/n: I just finished watching the Pain’s assault arc and...ouch 😭 it’s a good thing I knew everyone (especially Kakashi) came back because I would have cried even harder if I didn’t (and BOY did I cry)

Pairing: Kakashi Hatake x gender neutral reader

Words: 1k+

Warnings: blood mention, Kakashi briefly dies, reading this will remind you that Pain’s assault happened and that shit hurted (oh yeah and spoilers but if you read the prompt you already know what happens ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

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“Kakashi? Kakashi!” you yelled, running through the city, dodging wreckage and fallen ninja. Iruka said he was fighting one of the Pains, somewhere around here. I have to find him…I have to help… You knew how dangerous Pain was; the group of them had killed Jiraiya, one of the legendary sannin. You knew Kakashi was a powerful ninja, but you didn’t want to leave anything to chance. I have to help him.

If it wasn’t for Kakashi, you’d be all alone in life. Your parents and sister had died during the Nine-Tails attack 16 years ago, and being in Anbu didn’t give you many friends to speak of. Kakashi was the only one who knew who you were behind the mask, the only one who cared. In the past five years, you had fallen inexplicably in love with him, and only a few weeks ago, he had proposed to you. But now… you pushed the thought out of your mind. He’ll be okay. We’ll be okay. Even if the village is destroyed, as long as I have Kakashi, everything will be fine.

You turned a corner and saw Kakashi, trapped under a pile of rubble with one of the Pains standing directly in front of him. No. “Kakashi!” you screamed, your voice raw and betraying the fear you felt deep to your core. You ran toward the Pain, preparing a jutsu to knock him away long enough for you to rescue Kakashi; but before you knew what had happened, you were hit by a burst of air and sent flying, directly back into a stone building behind you. Your head hit the stone with a crack, and the world went dark.

You jolted awake, sitting up from the ground so fast that your head screamed in reply, throbbing from the impact of the wall. You reached your hand back to touch your head and felt something warm and wet coat your fingers. Shit, I’m bleeding. Your vision was blurry, too, but you stood anyway, your body shaking. Kakashi. I have to go to Kakashi. He was still in the same spot, stuck in the rubble, but Pain was gone. Your heart dropped. “No,” you whispered, running to him, ignoring the pain in your head and the way your body lurched from side to side, the trauma having severely impacted your coordination. “Kakashi!” you screamed, but he didn’t move, and you knew before you even collapsed in front of his body that he was dead. You screamed his name once more, tears beginning to stream down your face, furious streams of anger and sadness and loss. You wiped your eyes and gently grasped his chin, your hand shaking. His body was cold and limp, but you removed your Anbu mask and pressed your forehead to his anyway, the blood from your wound mixing with the blood from his. “Kakashi,” you choked through a sob. “I’m so sorry, Kakashi.” You cursed yourself for not rescuing him, for not being there sooner, for not being strong enough to stop Pain.

You knew you should be helping the other ninja fight Pain, or maybe heading to the hospital to get your wound checked out, but your body felt too heavy to move. You sat for what could have been minutes or hours, sobbing and cursing the world for taking him from you. We were going to get married. We were going to be happy… Now, you felt, you would never be happy. Not without Kakashi.

At some point, some other ninja came to you and pulled Kakashi’s body out of the rubble, laying it out on the ground. You sat next to Choji, one of the chunin that was the same age as Kakashi’s students, the tears running down your face silently now. You could see he was crying, too. Katsuyu’s clone had filled you in on the situation: Naruto was fighting the Pains on his own, and didn’t want help. All you could do was wait and pray that more lives wouldn’t be lost. Lives like Kakashi’s.

“Y/n, look,” Choji said quietly, and you followed his gaze to look up at the sky, where tiny lines of green shot through the air in all directions. “What is that?”

You stared in awe, watching the lines spread across the village.“I don’t know,” you replied, almost breathless. You watched, frozen, as one of the lines darted directly into Kakashi’s chest, and your eyes widened. What just happened? Kakashi began to stir the slightest bit, and your eyes filled once again, this time with tears of joy.

“He’s alive,” you heard yourself say. You watched Kakashi as he sat up, looking around.

“What happened?” he asked, but before anyone could answer you threw your arms around him, sobbing into his shoulder.

“Kakashi,” you managed, your voice muffled by his shoulder. There were so many things you wanted to say to him in that moment, but all you could manage to do was sob, your whole body wracked with tears as Kakashi rubbed your back gently.

“Choji,” he said, his tone slightly confused. “What happened?”

“You died, sensei,” Choji said, and you could tell from his voice alone that he was still in shock. Kakashi froze, processing the information, then clutched you tight to his body. You felt a tear land on your forehead, and knew he was crying as well.

“Y/n,” he said in a low hum, holding you so tight you could burst. “I’m so sorry.” You shook your head, looking up at him, your tears still blurring your vision.

“I’m just so happy you’re okay,” you said, and he leaned in and pressed his forehead to yours. That was your form of a kiss oftentimes, since you were both almost always wearing masks; and the tender gesture nearly made you break into sobs again. You held his body tight to yours, even when the moment had passed and Katsuyu had begun to fill Kakashi in on everything that had happened. I’m never going to let you go again, Kakashi, you thought, burying your face in his shoulder. Never again.

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