#but that’s just how cabinets are! they’re not like that because i’m short they’re just like that because /theyre/ tall

[sevenines]

i find how in fics i’ve read recently, writers (who clearly are normal-to-tall height) write in short characters’ povs sooo interesting. interestingly it’s mostly with peridot (rather than steven or amethyst) where shortness is a fixation. they’re constantly reminded of their shortness and “curse this tall world and tall people!!” when in reality short people don’t always think about being short because that’s just how they live.

[highvern]

Aphrodite

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x fem!reader

Genre: smut, friends to lovers, established relationship, fluff at the beginning

Warnings: bathroom sex, kissing, groping, fingering, dirty talk, dom/sub dynamics but they’re both actually switches (Mingyu is a service top), cumshot, Mingyu is still obsessed with titties, hair pulling, choking (hand around throat but no breath play), doggy style, unprotected sex (not endorsed by author), praise kink and strength kink go burrrrrr, there's a little bit of fluff/angst at the beginning (care/comfort) because she had a hard day at work, porn with feelings

Length: ~3k

Note: Drunk Goggles couple's bathroom scene mentioned in Discovery! the first third is so cute i actually had to close my laptop and step away while editing it so please enjoy my brain rot lol. its implied reader is on birth control and Mingyu knows it but still wrap it before you tap it guys. This was drafted as "Champagne Confetti" but i couldn't post it with that title with a straight face

ALSO stream Mamamoo Wheein's new album In the Mood! Aphrodite was a huge inspiration for the sweeter parts of this fic

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The knob of your bathroom cabinet is digging into Mingyu’s shoulder uncomfortably and his ass freezing on the hard tile, but neither register in his mind much. His sole focus is on listening to you vent about how shitty work was as you wash up behind the flimsy curtain only a few feet away.

“Oh and then she had the audacity to say I should have been more prepared for the meeting! As if she didn’t send me the info an hour before!” You babble, head popping out to look at him. 

Mingyu tries and fails to stifle the laughter bubbling at the sight of your shampoo Mohawk.

“What a bitch!”

“Right?!” You move back into the spray and out of sight.

“She’s just mad because you’re better at her job than she is.”

“I wouldn’t be if she actually did her job.” You sigh.

“I’m sorry baby.”

“‘s not your fault Gyu.”

“Do you want me to beat her up?”

“Yeah, because sending my gigantic ass boy toy after her is gonna get her off my back.” You call, closing your eyes as foam rinses from your hair down your skin.

“The correct term is boyfriend.”

“The correct term is baby daddy.”

“You’re fucking nasty.”

“You love me.”

God, I do.

But it’s too early to say those words with the level of earnestness he feels so Mingyu bites his tongue.

Steam and lavender soap tickle his senses as you wash away the evidence of your previous distress. Your manager is number one on Mingyu’s incredibly short shit list.

Mingyu had barely waltzed through the door of your apartment after work, excited to spend the evening cuddled on the couch with a movie like you do every Thursday. He nearly shit himself when he found you sitting at the kitchen counter, tears staining your face and eyes rimmed red. You dove into his chest and cried for an over hour, unable to speak as wretched sobs escaped your throat. He’s never felt so helpless as he sat there, stroking your back as he held you, whispering gentle affirmations into your hair. It was his idea for you to hop in the shower once you calmed down enough to assure him you weren’t injured and “no, no one died.” 

The entire time, Mingyu sat close by listening intently, chiming in occasionally with agreements. He hadn’t follow you into the stall, void of the desire to worsen your mood. Shared showers were not a favorite in this household. Either it ended after two minutes to move to the bed or one of you hopped out, annoyed that the other was hogging the hot water and leaving them in the cold. Mingyu wanted you to relax but the only way he could relax was to make sure you’re actually okay. Which is why he is planted on the ground near the door like a guard dog, keeping an eye on you in case the tears returned; numb butt and sore shoulder be damned.

The squeak of the faucet signals the end of your bathing, echoed by the ruffle of the curtain as you push it aside to exit the tub. He keeps his eyes trained on your face, a smile spreading at the glow radiating from the apples of your cheeks void of the earlier splotchy dullness. You already look a million times better than when he entered your home.

Mingyu is trying very hard to be a supportive boyfriend while you continue to rant; but it’s challenging when the actual woman of his dreams is standing only feet away, completely nude and soaking wet, skin flushed from scrubbing and glistening in the warm glow of the light above the mirror. It takes all his might to ignore the swell of your breast and gentle the sway of your hips, or the curve of your thighs as you stretch for your towel on the rack above the toilet. The movement sends droplets falling in staccato from your hair plastered against your head onto your shoulder before trailing down your front, tracing dizzying patterns across your skin. His very own Aphrodite, exiting the sea to fill his heart.

“I hope she gets fired soon. I know I didn’t look like an idiot in that meeting, it was all her.” 

“No one thinks you’re an idiot.” He looks down at his hands playing with the cuff of his sweatshirt to distract himself from how you start twisting to towel off, body bending and stretching suggestively as you concentrate.

“She definitely does but who cares.”

“Feeling better?”

“Yeah, actually.” You smile, towel wrapped around you snugly as you step away from the tub and towards him. “But I could still really use a hug.”

“I can do that.” 

Mingyu jumps up from his place on the floor, beaming at the soft look on your face as he tangles you in his arms. He plants peck after peck across the crown of your wet hair, nose filling with the scent of your shampoo as he squeezes you against him tightly. The remaining moisture on your body is wicked away by the soft fabric of his sweater, covering him in wet spots along his front and down his arms.

“You’re the best.” You sign into his chest as he leaves a kiss on your hairline.

To distract himself from what he really wants to say, Mingyu blows a wet raspberry against your forehead.

“Nope! Never mind!” You squeal, trying in vain to break out of his strong grip. “Get away from me!”

“But baby you just said I was the best!” He counters, arms tighten to prevent you from wiggling lose.

“No, you’re gross and I hate you!”

“GASP.”

You can only roll your eyes at your boyfriend's dramatics.

“You hate me? I wipe your tears, clean up your snot, order us take out, and you hate me?” Voice rising in pitch, he gapes at you.

“You ordered take out?”

“Focus on me! I’m hurt. Devastated!”

“Oh no, what will I do?” You deadpan, but the twitch of your mouth betrays your amusement.

It’s a dangerous game given you’re still locked in his arms and his penchant for being over the top.

“I’m deeply deeply wounded missy. So there’s only one way I’ll forgive you.”

“And what’s that?”

“Kiss?” He says with puppy dog eyes and puckered lips that makes him look like a fish.

“Oh my god!” You cackle at his ridiculousness.

“Oh, there she goes again! Do you not care about me at all?”

His question is punctuated by him collapsing against you and fake crying. Laughter bubbles in your chest like champagne. Mingyu makes you feel better without even trying.

“Alright, come here you big baby. Let me give you a kiss.”

Matching smiles meet in a sweet kiss. In your relationship, one kiss frequently becomes ten or twenty so there's no shock when you keep planting pecks against his lips before moving to tickle them across his cheek, brow, and tip of his nose. Mingyu is all smiles and giggles under your lips as you move back to his mouth.

The short kisses become heated swiftly. You wipe the smile off his face easily enough, thanking the universe it takes almost nothing to get Mingyu started (not that you’re any better). You’re impressed he didn’t jump you when you stepped out of the shower in all your naked glory. Honestly, you’re a little disappointed he didn’t. But now with your towel unraveling from your tussle, pressed against his solid frame as you nip his lips, you know it’s a matter of seconds before Mingyu crowds against you and makes you feel a lot better.

Like clockwork, a simple hum in the back of your throat paired with your nails trailing down his chest sets Mingyu off. He turns with you still in his hold, lifting you up and depositing you on the cool marble of the countertop, pushing your legs apart to make room for himself. Clumsy hands push your towel away, giving him access to play with your chest. When the nail of his thumb scratches your nipple, you arch against him with a sigh. The shift breaks your lips apart and Mingyu wasted no time diving for your throat.

Apparently tonight is one of the few nights Mingyu wants to be a little more demanding with you. The hand not plucking your chest moves the tangle itself amongst the wet hair at the crown of your skull, giving a firm tug that has your spine arching, stretching your neck with a whine to give more space to bite along your throat. Teeth scratch against the cords of muscle, but his tongue soothes the abused skin immediately after; even when he’s rough, he treats you like a princess. You feel yourself clenching around nothing at the maddening combination of sensations.

“Please, Gyu”

“Please, what?” He asks, not budging an inch from where he latches to your collarbone.

“Touch me.” You whimper.

His mouth replaces the hand pinching your chest, sucking your abused nipple into his blistering mouth. The hand that was on your chest, skates down between your thighs, pushing your legs further apart, letting your foot find purchase on the handle of the cabinet next to you to spread you wide.

He starts slowly, middle finger parting your downy lips to trace from your entrance to your mound. The calloused pad of his finger nothing more than a gossamer touch against your heat, maddening as it teases you. Curling your hips upwards, you give him more space to circle your entrance before he dips his middle and ring finger inside, thumb stretching to caress your swollen clit.

“So wet already.”

“If you had a boyfriend that treats you how you treat me, then you’d understand why.” You pant into his hair.

“Think I understand plenty.” He replies, moving your hand to caress his dick where it sits tented in his shorts.

The bathroom is filled with shameless whines and puffs of breath as you work each other up. You’ve successfully gotten a hand into his underwear, fisting the head of his cock in a tight rhythm just how he likes. The other busies itself scratching down his back as he preps you for what's to come by twisting two fingers inside you, heel of his hand grinding against your clit with every thrust.

“Need you inside.” You whisper into his mouth.

“Yeah? Want me to fuck you?”

“Mhmm,” your tone is verging on pathetic but his reaction washes away any embarrassment.

“Then be a good girl and turn around.”

Mingyu steps back, giving you space to quickly jump off the counter to turn your back to him. He busies himself with removing his sweater while you settle on your elbows, ass pushed out in front of him teasingly. It gives him pause, easily distracted by the arch of your spine and the subtle jiggle of flesh as you rock from one foot to another. You watch in the mirror as he blinks lazily, using one hand to push down his pants while the other cups a cheek, squeezing it in his palm. When his shorts are finally pooled around his ankles, he steps closer to let his length rest on your ass.

You can feel his leaking tip brush your tailbone, leaving a faint trace of dampness across your skin as you roll on to the balls of your feet to grind back on him. The rigid velvet of his shaft has arousal dripping down your thighs crudely.

You watch his face with rapt attention in the mirror. He’s hypnotized by how his cock looks pressed snug against your rear, resting hot and heavy in the valley of your cheeks. His throat bobs with a harsh swallow; hands wrapping around your sides, lazily tracing the curve between the bottom of your ribs to your hip bones. Mingyu’s hips move of their own volition, rutting across your ass as his cock continues to drool on your skin.

“Fuck,” he whispers.

“Come on baby, I had a hard day. Need you to make me feel better.”

Mingyu's eyes find yours in the mirror. You know the pout on your lips will get you everything you want. Mingyu knows it too.

“Condom,” he prompts. 

There’s a stash in the drawer to your left but Mingyu is fully aware he lacks the will power to reach over and grab one when his hands are filled with something so much more enticing right now.

As you shake your head with a mischievous quirk of lips, he’s pretty sure you’re playing a cruel joke on hum.

“Shit,” He curses. “Are you serious?”

“Fuck me, Gyu.”

Palming his cock, Mingyu recites a silent prayer that he doesn’t blow his load immediately. This is the first time he gets to fuck you raw and goddamit if it’s short lived. Tracing his tip through the mess between your legs, he collects your arousal to lube him up. He can feel how soaking you are at the idea of him fucking you without the barrier of latex, inner thighs smeared with your essence. Hopefully you’ll come as quickly as he probably will.

“You’re so dirty, letting me stuff you with my cock like this. Aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” you gasp when he nudges your clit. “Your dirty girl.”

“That’s right, my dirty girl.” He growls as he pushes inside you.

The first inch has you both closing your eyes, vision filled with stars. As nice as he feels bare inside you, it’s the mental is getting you off more than the physical. Every time Mingyu stretches you out on his cock is a treat, but the knowledge that the flared head of his cock pressing deep inside is leaving traces of his seed along your walls has you breathless. You’ve never let anyone else fuck you like this and a part shielded in your chest hopes he’s that last to.

Mingyu is more or less losing his shit behind you. The scorching wet clamp of your silky inner muscles that he’s only felt on his tongue or fingers is better than he could ever imagine. Your pussy gushing to coat his cock as he splits you open has him on the verge of tears. When he’s settled in, your ass pressed firmly to his pelvis, you wiggle against him.

Mingyu responds by pressing forward, pinning your hips to the counter harshly to prevent you from moving again. You’re clenching around him so hard, it takes all of his self control not to cum. 

“Fuck, you feel so good.” You mewl.

You’re really not helping.

“Calm down.” He grits out, both to himself and you.

“Need it.”

“Oh you need it?” He chides, delivering a bruising thrust.

You reward him with a sharp whine.

“Calm down baby, I'll give it to you. Always do, don't I?”

One hand circles the base of your throat, not squeezing; just resting the curve against his palm as his thumb trails along the side of your neck. It stops your breath anyway. But then Mingyu leans down to press his chest with your back, face coming into view right over your shoulder to whisper in your ear while looking you in the eye through the mirror.

“But you gotta be a good girl and spread it for me.”

You heave at his words, afraid you might pass out. Hands scramble to grab your own ass cheeks, pulling the flesh apart so he has a clear view of your pussy sucking him in as he starts curling his hips inside you.

The way he’s fucking you is vulgar. Hand wrapped around your throat as the other moves back into your hair, your own brushing the tops of his thighs as he cants against your ass, balls slapping against your pussy with each thrust. Mingyu leans back to watch himself disappear into your cunt, pulling you up into an arch. The feel without a condom is melting his brain but the visual absence of latex is doing incredible damage to his psyche too.

You both are a mess of sweet whines and rough groans, bathroom echoing with the clapping of skin and wet squelch of your full pussy. Breaking his focus on the way your entrance stretches to accommodate his thick cock splitting you open, Mingyu looks in the mirror to watch the way your tits bounce in time with his hips; your mouth open in a silent scream, eyes misty with delirium as you watch him watching you.

“Feel so fucking good like this, shit.” He pants. “Hear how wet you are? Fucking love it don’t you?”

Your head falls forward pathetically, only stopped by the palm still resting around your throat. When Mingyu gives a tentative squeeze, you whimper a quiet agreement. He watches as you force a hand between your thighs, fingers rubbing your clit in tight circles to push you closer to the edge.

“Gonna come,” you whine.

“Yeah?” Mingyu asks, excitement clear as day. He tilts his hips to fuck deeper, stretching you just a little bit wider on his cock to send you home.

“Fuck!” You sob, tensing as your orgasm washes over you. 

Every muscle in your body ignites, squeezing impossibly tighter as electricity snaps through your nerves, licking your veins and exploding your field of vision in a blinding white. Like a taunt bow string being released, you curl in on your chest as you clench around your boyfriend’s cock, gushing down shaky thighs. Your free hand grips the edge of the sink, holding on for dear life as you twitch in his hold.

“Where do you want it?” Mingyu cries, two seconds behind you and using his last functioning brain cell to not piss you off by assuming he can finish inside despite wanting nothing more. “Gotta tell me where you want, Y/N.”

“On me, wanna feel you on me!” You cry, still playing with your clit as you pry open teary eyes to watch Mingyu from the mirror.

A bright red blush spreads across his chest and up his neck, glistening with beads of sweat and condensation from the steam clogging the air. His bottom lip swollen from where it's locked between clenched teeth, neck straining and biceps bulging from his harsh grip on your body. He has enough sense of reality to slip the hand around your throat into your hair, gathering the strands in a makeshift ponytail to keep it out of the way of the mess he’s about to make.

He pulls out with seconds to spare against a tsunami of pleasure that begins to surge through his body, beginning in his balls and crashing outward to swamp his nerves. It ripples across his skull, raising goosebumps in its wake as it ebbs through his blood stream. Mingyu’s abdomen flexes as he fists his cock still slick with your combined arousal over your ass; thick streaks of his seed rushing forward. You feel a hefty rope land between your shoulder blades, the sticky heat intoxicating as it trickles down your back. A few drops sputter on the dip of your spine and your hand still spreading you wide, decorating you in his own diamonds.

Mingyu can’t help the way he stares at your hole, obsessed with how you clench around nothing like you’re missing something. He wishes he was watching you squeeze around his dick, his cum dripping out of you with each pulse of muscle. Maybe someday he’ll get to.

As your orgasms subside, weariness circles on the edge of your senses. Two sets of eyes flutter shut, chests heaving and hearts beating in time. Unwinding his hand from your hair, Mingyu lets it gently rest next to your hip on the counter, preventing him from collapsing against you and into the sticky residue he’s left. He can’t feel his legs, head empty of coherent thought. Unconsciously, his thumb traces the dimple at the base of your spine, the gentle caress grounding him to his body. 

The quiet of the bathroom is only disturbed by the hum of the overhead fan. You both are spent, muscles weak and nerves fried. Occasionally a deep breath interrupts but it's peaceful as you bask in each other's presence. 

“Oh my god,” you pant, breaking his trance. 

“Hmm?”

“How did you get cum on the mirror?”

[thehighladywrites]

The Airhead Chronicles

…and the surprise

pairing: cassian x bimbo reader, inner circle x reader, nesta

summary: Not being able to avoid his family anymore, cassian brings you to meet them, despite the new bond. You all get along great and someone particular catches your eye👀 does the night end as amazingly as it began, though?

warnings: tragic backstory, reader’s mysterious aura is finally explained, i’m so sorry but i’ll have to villainize Nesta in this but I love her and will make a fluff fic with her soon

amara’s note: i’m sorry this took a while, life was kinda hectic but it’s all good now. This is quite a short bc i’m trying to build up some angst…

part one part two part three

“Wha- Rhysie? What are you doing here?” Confusion washed over you as Rhys appeared, equally bewildered.

“This is mine and Feyre’s home, we live here, y/n. What brings you here?”

Your puzzled expression deepened. This wasn't adding up. You were supposed to meet Cassian's friends. Maybe you'd gotten the wrong house.

“I’m visiting my mate's friends. Look, I even baked a cake! Doesn’t it look so tasty?” You held up the cake as you flashed him your usual smile as he nodded absentmindedly.

“You two know each other?” Cassian's raised eyebrows reflected his confusion.

“Cassie, this is Rhys. He’s the friend I’ve been telling you about. You know, the one that helped me move and who I work for.” You introduced Cassian to Rhysand, unaware they'd been friends for half a millennium.

“Y/n, why don't you come inside? Feyre and Nyx are here too. I know they’d be thrilled to meet you,” Rhysand suggested, maintaining eye contact with Cassian, whose expression remained unreadable.

“Oh, I wish we could stay, but we have to like go. Gonna meet my handsome man’s friends, and just between us, they’re like super important people, so I need to prepare myself. But you might now them since you’re high lord.” You leaned in, whispering lowly.

Cassian squeezed your hands reassuringly. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Go ahead and say hi, I’ll just talk to Rhys for a second.”

With a smile, you kissed his cheek and skipped inside to greet with your dear friend Feyre and favorite little guy, Nyx.

Cassians pov:

“You want to tell me how the hell you know her?” Cassian struggled to process the revelation. The idea of you and Rhys already knowing each other left him in disbelief. He couldn't fathom how he was being vexed by your super amazing friend, only to find out he was Cassian's friend too.

“Listen, I didn’t know you were mated or anything. I’ve known her since we were faelings.” Rhysand raised his hands, signaling that he harbored no ill intentions towards you and hadn't done anything wrong.

Cassian backed away, hands on his hips, strolling to the drink cabinet. He grabbed two cups, plopping down on the sofa and ruffling his wings in a mix of frustration and contemplation.

“Rhysie, I’m not going to eat you up, unless you want me to. Come sit down and just talk to me.” Cassian huffed, a hint of amusement in his expression as he noticed Rhysand practically glued behind his desk. With a roll of his eyes, Rhys rounded the table and settled down next to his friend.

They sat in silence, downing their third glass of Rhysand's expensive scotch. A nod from Rhys indicated he was ready to explain everything, and he met Cassian's gaze as he began.

“Alright, so when me and my sister were younger, my father made us switch from our private education in Velaris to Hewn City. The bastard claimed he wanted us to toughen up a bit. It was pure evil if you ask me.” A disgusted expression crossed Rhys's face as he recalled the horrors the new educators put him and his sister through in an attempt to toughen them up. The treatment was truly horrible for all the children there.

“There, I met Y/n and her sisters. They were downright horrendous towards her, and so were her parents because she wasn’t learning as quickly as us. She was also highly sought after due to her beauty and kindness, something her sisters envied. Her father is the Master of Coin, so they're loaded, and they had us do classes together. All the masters' children had classes together, separate from the other children of the city, to showcase how higher educated we were, in my father’s words.”

Rhys sighed, taking a sip of his drink before continuing, “Me and Selene befriended her, and you should’ve seen how jealous her sisters were. As heir, I had a lot of ladies interested in my title, and her sisters were among them. So they spread lies, telling everyone how I was bedding her as mere teenagers when, in reality, I was teaching her the work our educator couldn’t be bothered to teach her. After the rumors spread, her parents pulled her out of school to stay at home and learn her place in the court—how to talk to suitors, how to dress and act in front others with higher titles. She was raised like some sort of prized horse, ready to be sold. It was disgusting, the number of times her parents tried to marry her off for the sake of a title. Every time they tried, I intervened.” He smirked at the memory of your parents angry faces as the high lords son interrupted yet another proposal.

Cassian was shocked, slowly taking in the information as he nuged Rhys to continue.

“So, what happened when you became high lord? Did she stay in the city or did she move?”

“After I became High Lord, I finally banned forced marriages and made it punishable. Her parents suddenly found no need for her, so they told her that she either found someone appropriate herself and convinced me it was love, or they would’ve gotten rid of her.”

Cassian's jaw tightened, his fist instinctively knuckling up. He was seriously one second away from flying there and taking matters into his own hands.

“So I told her parents that she was marrying a well-off lord in the Day Court and that she’d be well taken care of, not that they really cared.”

“And, before you jump to conclusions, yes, I did ask her if I should take care of them for her, but she's not keen on the idea. She's way more merciful than I am. Y/n actually asked me to keep my father as the Master of Coin and, believe it or not, she told me not to kill them. According to her, it's better to let them live and witness her thriving one day. Quite the plot twist, no?” Rhysand smiled at your words, thankful that he had a friend to help him survive back in the city.

His smile faded as he remembered the 49 years he spent away from his family friends and city.

“I got her a house in Aetherian Crest, and she has lived there ever since, even during Amarantha’s reign. The only ones who know she exists are Feyre and, well, Nyx too, but he isn’t old enough to understand that.”

A shared laugh echoed through the room at the mention of Nyx, the thought of the little one adding a touch of warmth to the heavy conversation.

Cassian, still perplexed, glanced between Rhysand and the glass in his hand. He couldn't quite grasp what you worked on and the role you played in his life.

“She says to work for you. What exactly does she do, and why did you have her swear to secrecy with that bargain tattoo?” Cassian's irritation grew as he contemplated the idea of you engaging in something so dangerous that it required an irreversible oath.

Rhysand took a deep breath, sensing Cassian's increasing irritation.

“Y/n handles delicate matters, specializing in extracting information from people. Her bubbly personality and openness make it easy for others to confide in her. Y/n oversees a team, playing a crucial role in our court. She chooses to stay hidden because she doesn’t want the weight of our responsibilities. The intel she gathers is extremely essential; I pass it on to Azriel, who acts based on her information. You know those thrilling missions you love so much? Many are based on her information. She is absolutely irreplaceable and knows everything about every court. I made her swear the same oath that you all have sworn for the protection of Velaris.”

Cassian was stunned, yet it all made perfect sense. It dawned on him that he had shared his childhood and spilled secrets to you in just a few weeks. It had taken him centuries to truly open up to the inner circle, and here you were, extracting information within a matter of days. You were so smooth; he hadn't even noticed it happening. Your ability to weave into his life seamlessly left him both amazed and, oddly, more enamored with you.

It would be insulting to express surprise. Cassian had a hunch that you were doing something extraordinary; he just didn't know the specifics. Now that he had the full picture, he felt an overwhelming sense of pride and admiration, realizing that you were even more remarkable than he had initially thought, if that was even possible.

“What? You thought we only had boring study sessions together? Me and Selene taught her how to spy, just the basics of listening for information; the rest is all her.” Rhysand snorted, raising an amused brow at Cassian while taking a sip of his drink.

Cassian sat back, absorbing the revelation. A mix of awe and admiration colored his expression.

“Damn,” he breathed, his eyes fixed on Rhysand. “I didn't know all this about her. Rhys, I'm proud of her. More than I thought possible. Fuck, I’m falling even harder for her, if that's even possible.”

Rhysand chuckled at Cassian's reaction and clapped him on the shoulder. “Congratulations on the bond, brother. You'll find you fall for her in ways you never imagined. It's normal when you're bonded, trust me. The other day, Feyre showed me a new move she had practiced and I fell even harder.”

With a shared laugh, Rhysand and Cassian returned to the gathering, joining you and the others for dinner. The weight of revelations lingered but was set aside for the warmth of camaraderie, good company, and a meal shared among friends.

—

As he explained that the friends you had come to see were Rhysand and the rest of the Inner Circle, a blush crept onto your cheeks. The realization hit you – you had interacted with them so casually, forgetting for a moment that they were the most significant figures in the Night Court. But they were so nice to you, so did it really matter that you talked about ideal sex positions with the girls?

Seated at the dinner table, everyone enjoyed the meal together. You found yourself leaning into Cassian, the atmosphere around the table filled with laughter, shared stories, and the comforting feeling of being among friends.

Azriel had been sneaking glances at you, not really making much conversation, but occasionally cracked a dry joke or expressed his opinion on topics when asked. He found you interesting, not anything scandalous, he just knew there was more to you, his spymaster instincts picking up a mysterious vibe from you.

Amren just looked at you from head to to, nodding with a tiny movement, one you almost missed, and kept to herself the entire dinner, disappearing the second the food was gone.

Elain had been the most welcoming and openly discussed similar interests with you. She seemed to bond with you the most, appreciating your shared interests. You found her adorable and had complimented everything from her dress and hair to the flowers she planted on the table.

Later, in the sitting room, you and Cassian settled on the sofa, and Elain sat across the room. Eager to chat with her, you sauntered over, sitting extremely close.

Leaning in, you began, “Elain, I find you really, really cute. You remind me of a deer; I love them, they’re so adorable. And i heard tou killed the king of hybern. You’re soo brave!! ” Your words hung in the air, creating a bit of a nervous atmosphere, but Elain let out a small giggle at the proximity and the compliment.

“Ohh, thanks. You’re very pretty too. I like the bows in your hair. And it was nothing really, just protected my sisters.”

Your eyes widened at her cute stutter and the way she squirmed. Gods, she was sooo cute you thought you were gonna die!! You so desperately wanted to be friends with her.

You smiled at her one last time, leaving her with a pounding heart and a nervous smile. You skipped happily back to Cassian who looked mighty amused, ready to enjoy the rest of the evening with his mate.

—

Later during the evening, your arms wrapped around his massive bicep. Leaning your head on it, the warmth of the meal making you sleepy, you scooted closer to Cassian, placing both of your legs on one of his thighs as you rested on his arm.

In that moment, safety, warmth, and reassurance radiates from your mate.

“Cassie, I wanna sleep. M'soooo tired,” you mumbled against his warm skin. His rich laughter rumbled through his body, making you smile like a fool.

Holy fuck, you were so in love with him.

“It’s okay, baby. Do you want me to fly us back to your home or do you want to sleep in my old room?”

You perked up at the thought of seeing his old bedroom, filled with everything that defined him.

“Yes, please! Your old bedroom sounds super cool. Can't wait to see it. And, you know, maybe I could blow you or something?” you said, mundane, as if you were discussing the weather or the latest book you read

Honestly, like, who even cares if anyone hears you talking? It's totally okay to wanna please your mate, right? Ugh, people and their silly fucking rules, it was driving you crazy. If you wanna announce to the world that Cassian fucks you like there’s no tomorrow, then you totally should, no questions asked!

Giggles and laughs filled the room at your crude comment, everyone a bit tipsy after several bottles of wine were shared between you.

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Cassian's strong and sturdy body carried you on his back as he gave you a piggyback ride through the house, providing a private tour before reaching his designated room in Rhysand's massive estate.

With your boobs pressed softly against his back, you tightened your arms around him, excitedly expressing your dirty wishes for what you wanted to do together.

His arousal was evident as his pants tightened around his cock.

His heart craved to cherish you eternally, eager to bring you joy in every way possible. In this short time, Cassian found himself wholeheartedly falling for you. Filled with a urgency, he yearned to share just how much you meant to him and the extraordinary lengths he'd go, wrapped in those three words and eight letters.

But life wasn’t a fairytale, especially his.

His body froze in shock as he swung open the door, completely taken aback by the unexpected sight of his old lover standing in the middle of his room. Her hands fidgeted nervously before a palpable wave of hatred emanated from her eyes as she shifted her gaze towards you, intensifying the unexpected and shocking nature of her visit.

You, still on top if Cassian, missed the tension in the air as he locked eyes with his old lover. The atmosphere crackled with unresolved emotions.

Cassian, with you still on his back, shifted uncomfortably, trying to gauge the situation.

He took a deep breath, attempting to regain control of the unexpected encounter. “Nesta,” he said her name with a forced calmness that couldn't hide the turmoil beneath the surface. “What are you doing here?”

Nesta's lips curled into a bitter smile, and her gaze never wavered. “I heard you found someone new. Thought I'd see what kind of female you thought could replace me.”

Your heart raced, realizing the depth of the history between them. The room felt charged with a mixture of tension and heartache.

“Cassie, who is she?”

You hopped down, stepping back, a rush of emotions hitting you as you witnessed a scene too familiar. Many before had desired to take you to bed but had never chosen commitment, leaving you with a lingering sense of being used and discarded.

In that moment, you couldn't help but feel the weight of past disappointments. Praying to every god, you desperately hoped this wasn't another painful chapter repeating itself.

Cassian wouldn’t do that to you. He wouldn’t fuck you and toss you aside for a past flame, right?

You were utterly convinced that he couldn’t change that quickly.

So why did doubt and fear take root in you?

And why did his hand tense and curl in when you tried to touch it?

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[velchronica]

pov. ♬~*.°₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ itoshi rin

i wanna love me the way that you love me

for all of my pretty and all of my ugly too

i’d love to see me from your point of view

or, itoshi rin loves you, infinitely, even when you’re struggling to find reasons why he should

content: insecurity (physical & emotional), hurt/comfort, pro footballer!rin, gn!reader, non-celeb!reader, established relationship, sfw

wc: 1.4k

rin always holds you close and let you cry into the crook of his neck when you need him the most, rubbing soothing circles onto your back, comforting and warm. he doesn’t complain about the tear stains on his shirt—instead, he stays there with you in his arms for hours on end. it’s as if there isn’t anything in the world that could move him until you’ve had enough of him.

rin is always understanding. he’s had his own depressive episodes—(often sae-related) symptoms of his unresolved abandonment issues, the fear of not being good enough. yet in those difficult moments, the one who’d worked through all of it with him had been you. so it’s only natural rin plays his part to repay you, to show gratitude for the fact you’re in his life.

life can be cruel, and the world can be cold. people can be both, even if they don’t mean to be. but rin is neither when it comes to you.

some days are better than others, and others may be worse than most. but no matter what’s led to your subsequent breakdown, rin doesn’t question it, he simply lets you cry it out. and if you’re willing to let go of him for a short moment, he’ll be back in no time after making some hot cocoa and getting your favourite sweet snacks, and he’ll carry you—clinging onto him like a baby koala—to your shared bedroom.

once you’re both comfortably sprawled across the bed with a variety of scrumptious delicacies on your bedside cabinet, you muster up the courage to speak up. rin is attentive: his eyes never leave you once while you rant, but his gaze never grows bored, nor does it show signs of it being childish indulgence or empty support. no, rin will sympathise, and never does less than his best to help you through it.

insecurity is not linear, nor is grief or worry. most of the time, there’s no trigger, nor is it a culmination of many miseries. it isn’t straightforward at all, not something that can be ‘fixed’. you’re not ‘broken’ for feeling that way. you’re human, that’s all there is to it.

to be honest, when you tell rin that you sometimes feel unworthy to be by his side, he doesn’t understand. “you’re the itoshi rin, and i’m, well, this,” you say, scoffing a little at the end.

he doesn’t get how you can undermine yourself like that, how you don’t see all the things—whether they’re as easy to spot as the sky above or a miniscule thing even you’re unaware of yourself—that make you so beautiful. to rin, you’re divine. heaven on earth is your feather-light touch, your smile when you look at him, your laughter whenever rin makes a sour face as if he’s just bitten into a lemon because someone’s annoyed him. heaven is every moment he spends with you.

somehow—god knows how—you don’t see that.

sometimes loving rin is all you know, but other times you know he’s so gorgeous that he catches the eye and captures the hearts of all who pass him by. in your eyes, you’re by no means special, but he is. rin’s beautiful in the way his brows furrow when he wakes up in the morning, thick, dark lashes fluttering like butterfly wings as they begrudgingly blink up. the world knows rin’s beautiful, too, because you see it under every post he makes on social media. you know the world loves rin (maybe just not as much as you do) when they scream his name as he walks onto the pitch. he’s like an idol, the way they treat him, with the name banners and the feral fans.

you don’t blame them. who can resist itoshi rin?

you don’t understand how rin can love you, when your ‘imperfections’ are all you can see when you look in the mirror. when you compare your body to that of the celebs that rin’s fans ship him with, or nonsense gossip magazines photoshop him with, because you can imagine rin with someone else—someone more beautiful, more talented. surely there’s a million other alternatives. surely someone as beautiful and special as rin deserves someone equally beautiful and special, someone who can match him, someone deserving.

“sometimes i think you deserve better than me. you’re too good for someone like me.”

when the truth you’d buried comes tumbling out your mouth one night, rin simply cannot comprehend how you could possibly think that. if anything, you’re the one who deserves better than him, right? you simply just settled for him, when you could’ve done much better.

“how could i ever want anyone who isn’t you?” rin says, gritting his teeth. “how can you say you’re undeserving?”

and he pulls you into the most devastating kiss, his hands roaming your beautiful body, every edge and every curve, warm and strong. your hands claw at his shoulders, grasping, and you’re breathless as rin’s lips leave yours momentarily, before they’re slamming back into yours once more.

“you’re beautiful,” rin confesses against your lips, before drawing back. something warm falls on your cheek. when your eyes refocus, rin’s crying. “i love everything about you. all that you are. i can’t explain it. i don’t need to pinpoint your best feature when everything about you is the best. you don’t need to be perfect. i don’t believe in that shit anymore. i just want you to be yourself. i want you to be proud of who you are, and i want you to be happy when you’re with me.”

you reach up to wipe rin’s tears away, feeling your own eyes sting with the telltale warning of your tears’ return. however, rin simply takes your hand in his own, and holds it against his cheek.

“i could spend the rest of my life telling you all the things i love about you, because i’d have to talk about everything about you,” rin says, and your breath hitches in your throat. your boyfriend is a man of few words, he’s always been a patient listener when it comes to you. confessing that he’s willing to talk about everything he loves about you for the rest of his life isn’t a small feat.

the day you broke down rin’s walls and entered his monochrome world, he began to believe in love again. and now he’s learned to simply love again, he’s not going to stop loving you.

and now you’re tearing up again. “i wish i could love myself as much as you love me,” you whisper. “there’s so much i hate about myself.” the words don’t roll off your tongue easily—they’re hesitant, reluctant, like a secret.

“then let me love you,” rin says. “i’ll love all the things you love about yourself and the things you hate about yourself. i’ll love you so much that you’ll learn to love the things you hate about yourself. i’ll remind you of how much i love everything you are, every day, whenever you need me, always.” his turquoise eyes are ablaze, and they look like blue-green flames, scorching with passion and love. “if you don’t want to face your fears alone, i’ll be with you. if you want time to yourself, i’ll wait for you. i’ll keep loving you, even when you’ve forgotten how to love yourself.”

when he pulls you close again, you rest your head against his torso, and you can hear the racing rhythm of his beating heart. in his arms, you feel warm, complete.

“i love you, rin. thank you. i think i really needed that today.”

rin exhales shakily, and you feel the vibration of his chest. “i love you. so damn much.” his hold of you tightens slightly, gentle but protective. “i love you because of who you are. if you decide to change for yourself, i’ll still love you. if you can’t love yourself, i love you for all the self-love you’re missing. and i’ll never stop loving you. don’t you dare forget that.”

© velchronica 2024

[nightshadow1607]

Immortal Izuku: What’s up guys? I’m back.

Shinsou: What the- you can’t be here. You’re dead. I literally saw you die.

Immortal Izuku: Death is a social construct.

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Aizawa: I slept for almost 12 hours but I might still be tired so let’s go for 12 more just in case.

Hizashi: Shou, that's a coma.

Aizawa: Sounds festive.

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Vigilante Shinsou: Are you sure this is the right direction?

Informant Kaminari: Certainly, I'm as sure as I am honest!

Vigilante Izuku: In that case, we're definitely lost.

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Vigilante Izuku: I was arrested for being too cool.

Shinsou: The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence.

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Feral Izuku: Just because I'm too short to reach the lowest self in the cabinet doesn't mean you shouldn't watch out for your kneecaps.

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Shinsou: With great power comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later.

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Aizawa: I’ve come to a point in my life where I need a stronger word than fuck

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Izuku, holding a python: I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him

Hizashi, in the verge of a heart attack: You did WHAT–

Shinsou: William Snakepeare

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Izuku: Jail is no fun. I’ll tell you that much.

Aizawa: Oh, you’ve been?

Izuku: Once. In Monopoly.

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Shinsou: I think I'm having a mid-life crisis.

Aizawa: You're like 15 years old

Shinsou: I MIGHT DIE AT 30!

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*Izuku and Shinsou are doing something absurdly dangerous*

Vigilante Izuku: I think Houdini did something like this once! Why, if I recall correctly, he was out of the hospital in no time!

Vigilante Shinsou, deadpan: Well that's encouraging.

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Izuku: Bad things keep happening to me, like I have bad luck or something.

Bakugou: Deku, you don't have bad luck. The reason bad things happen to you is because you're a dumbass.

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Kirishima: If I accidentally sat on a voodoo doll of myself, would I be trapped forever in that position, doomed to starve to death?

Tokoyami: How am I supposed to know?

Kaminari: You say, as if we don’t use you as a source of knowledge of the occult.

Tokoyami: *sighs*

Tokoyami: You wouldn't be trapped.

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Spinner: What do you think Dabi will do for a distraction?

Mr. Compress: They’ll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That’s what I would do.

*Building explodes and several car alarms go off*

Mr. Compress: ... or they could do that.

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Izuku: I've already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them.

Shinsou: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.

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Quirkless Izuku: I’m going to defeat you with the power of friendship! ... And this knife I found.

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Uraraka: What do you call a fish with no eye?

Iida, not looking up: Astyanax mexicanus

Uaraka: 

Uraraka: fsh

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*Shinsou and Izuku sitting in jail together*

Vigilante Izuku: So who should we call?

Vigilante Shinsou: I’d call Aizawa, but I feel safer in jail

incorrect quotes because why not? (part 5)

[jishyucks]

Staycation — lfl

‣ pairing: felix lee x reader

‣ genre: fluff, implied f2l, hurt/comfort

‣ wc: 2.6k

‣ summary: Spending Christmas sick and in bed wasn’t Felix’s ideal way of spending the holiday. Being the best friend that you are, you decide to take care of him. Who would have thought that Felix was clingy when he had the flu?

‣ warnings: uhh, a jab at men when they’re sick (i’m speaking from experience), this is mostly platonic but the end is implied f2l (or else this would've been long as shit)

‣ an: OKAY this was cute too, something short but sweet and simple,, I haven't written for Felix in so long so I hope this was good enough,, PLEASE ENJOY! x

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“I’m sorry again.” 

A huff leaves your lips when you turn to Felix’s figure buried under layers of blankets. “Lix, for the millionth time, I promise you, it’s fine. I chose to stay and take care of you.”

“You didn’t choose. The others chose you because you already got sick before,” Felix argues, “And I know how excited you were for the party, so don’t lie that it’s okay.” He squirms, looking adorably identical to a swaddled baby. 

“If I didn’t wanna be here, then I wouldn’t be here, okay?” You say, picking up the water bottle sitting at his bedside table and bringing it up to his lips to drink, “I was excited, but I don’t think it would’ve been fun knowing you weren’t there to enjoy it, either.” 

Felix takes a sip out of the bottle and hums at how delicious the water tastes when his throat is as dry. He thanks you and sighs, “Yeah but you’ve been talking about it for the past month and I had to ruin it with my stupid immune system.” 

“Well, would you rather it be me or Jisung here to take care of you?” You raise a brow. His silence was enough to answer you and you giggled, “See?” Although Jisung was a great friend to Felix, he and you both knew that Jisung would only do the bare minimum at times like these. 

“Are you okay with me leaving for a bit to make you soup?” you ask, “You can just call out to me and I’ll come quick.” 

Felix lets out a sound of acknowledgement and you leave him be, leaving his rather stuffy room and out into the main area of his apartment. 

You move into the kitchen, your slippers dragging against the cool tile, eyes set on the bags of groceries you had bought to cook. There’s a twinge of guilt in your chest because you’re starting to think that you were the one who had given Felix this nasty cold, but it genuinely wasn’t the reason why you chose to stay and take care of him. 

Playing one of your playlists, you get to cooking, squatting down to grab a decently sized pot in one of the cabinets. You eye the amount of water you fill it with before carefully bringing it to the stove to boil. Then you pull out a chopping board to begin slicing vegetables. 

All of this was like second nature to you. It was something you’d prepare on lazy days or days when you needed comfort, and you figured that this was the perfect time to make it. 

It was halfway through that you heard Felix’s door creak open and the floorboards underneath your feet shift. “Lix, get back to bed.” You speak to him over your shoulder, too busy stirring the pot to prevent the ingredients from settling to the bottom and overcooking. “Smells good.” Felix’s voice comes out hoarse. He waddles over to you, his blankets trailing behind him like the train of a wedding dress. 

It almost catches you off guard when Felix chooses to place himself at your side, your arms making an indent into his bunch of blankets. You freeze for a moment before you push yourself to look over at him. Fuck he was close. Like ‘you could probably count his freckles’ close. And Felix didn’t seem to care, thoughtlessly blinking at the bobbing vegetables. 

“Dizzy…” Felix’s arm emerges from underneath his blankets and his hand goes to grab his head. The lids of his eyes close and he groans, brows knitting in discomfort. 

“That’s why you should get back into bed, stupid,” you nudge at his side and put down your spoon, “C’mon.” 

He shakes his head, “I don’t want to go back to bed.” Felix sounds like a stubborn child, but you figure this was how all men were when they were sick. It was the same with your brother and your dad… and you can recall that Jisung was stubborn when he was sick a few months back, too. 

“If you’re dizzy, you need to lay down, Lix.” 

His head turns and settles on the couch in the nearby living room, “Can I lay down in the living room, then?” 

“Fine.” You guide him to the couch, making sure that the guy doesn’t fall over and hit his head, “When was the last time you took meds?”

Felix shrugs, “Like… when Sungie left?” 

You look over at the clock and estimate the number of hours until his next dose, “Okay, remind me to give you some at eight.” 

“Yes, mom.” 

“Do you want me to take care of you, or not?” You jokingly threaten, sending him a glare, though his eyes were closed.

“Was… joking.” Felix burrows deeper into the couch, “Was joking…” And he’s asleep. 

You shake your head, a laugh leaving your system in the form of a huff of air before you go back to your soup, dropping in the last few ingredients before letting it sit. 

From where you were in the kitchen, Felix moaned and grumbled out incoherent words, stopping after what seemed to be a sentence. You figured that he was sleep talking—you remember reading somewhere that it was a result of stress in the body—and it was utterly adorable. 

Thinking back over all the years you’ve been friends with Felix, there was not one day when he was this sick. He's had a couple of colds that’s lasted no more than two days, a flu here and there, but never had he fallen so sick that he’s sleep talking. 

When you finish cooking the soup, you turn the stove off and go to one of the cabinets to take two bowls out. You prepare a serving for you and Felix, using a serving spoon to pour the contents of the soup. Hunger’s gaining on you, too. You’ve been so busy making the food that you haven’t even thought of eating. 

“Lix.” You look down at him from behind the couch. The boy’s still mumbling things underneath his breath and you can see the way his eyes move underneath his lids. Bringing your pointer finger up to his cheek, you poke it, “Lix, the soup’s ready.” 

Felix stirs and his eyes flutter, open, “Hm?” 

“The soup’s ready.”

In the blink of an eye, the pot’s empty and all the soup is downed and eaten by you and Felix, who looks far better than he did not even half an hour ago. 

He’s wide awake, hair still a mess and blankets sitting around his waist at the table. A delicate smile sits on his lips, satisfied by the meal you’ve just given him and he thanks you, “I’ll do the dishes.” “Nuh-uh, you’re going to continue resting.” Before he objects, you reach over and grab his bowl and his utensils, gathering them with your own. You’re quick to get up and get to the sink, ignoring the hurried calls Felix sends your way. 

He follows you soon after, though he stumbles in the slightest, sticking to your side like a magnet. “Y/N, let me do it. Please~” 

“Lix, it’s two bowls and two spoons.” 

“I don’t care, you cooked the food,” Felix frowns. He makes no effort to push you aside but he hovers over your shoulder, watching as you wait for the water to warm up. 

“I don’t care, you’re sick,” you retort. 

You feel Felix’s hands gently grab your elbows, this time making his attempts to pull you aside so that he could start with the chore, “Y/N~” 

You tsk and shoot him a glare, “Felix, I’m serious.” 

Felix drops his arms and huffs as if he were a child being told no. “I feel bad.” 

“You’re sick,” you repeat, “It’s okay, Lix. Now go sit on the couch before you fall over.” 

Another sigh of defeat shoots out of Felix’s lips and he hesitates to leave, sticking to your side for a few more moments before he turns to return to the couch. 

“Do you want to do something for the rest of the night?” You hope he hears you over the running water, “We can watch a movie if you want.” 

If Felix replied, you don’t hear him, water running on full blast as you rinse the suds of soap off of the dishes. You place them into the dishwasher and then go to wash your hands, quickly joining Felix in the living room. 

“Do you know what we haven’t done in so long?” Felix is sitting upright on the couch, upper body sinking on the backrest of the furniture. His hair sticks out in tufts from underneath his head as he looks at you. 

“What?” 

“Built a fort.” 

You snort at the idea of building a fort in the middle of his and Jisung’s living room, feeling a bit of nostalgia when you think back to your days as kids and pre-teens. Building furniture forts was something you and Felix had always done on sleepovers, always promising your parents that the place would be back into its rightful state before one of you had to go back home. 

“You really want to build a fort right now?” You raise a brow at the sickly boy. The idea was cute, something that would easily kill the time from now ‘til Jisung returns from the party. And despite your question, you weren’t opposed to building a fort. 

“Please?” For some reason, Felix believes that you’re going to say no, “I feel okay right now! I feel better! Your soup made me feel better!” He musters up the best pout he can show you and sits up. The sudden change in position reminds Felix that he still has symptoms of dizziness, slightly tipping over before he goes to grab your hand.

And being the weakest motherfucker for Felix, you cave in, “On one condition.” 

He nods for you to continue.

“If I sense that you’re really not feeling well and you start getting all dizzy on me, we’re stopping.” 

“Deal.”

You and Felix spin a wheel to see which holiday movie you should play in the background as you build the cozy fortress—it lands on Love Actually—and begin taking apart the couches. Cushions and blankets from the living room and Felix’s room create a mountain off to the side, and you both manage to push the frames of the sofas to be used as the fort’s foundation. 

The building takes longer than you both had wanted, occasionally stopping because the movie was growing more and more interesting as time passed. But during the filler scenes, you begin arranging the blankets, pillows, and seats to create walls and roofs for the fort. 

The actual shape of the fort wasn’t the most creative, but you and Felix had decided to prioritize comfort over aesthetics. Most of the pillows and the blankets created the bedding for you both to lay in, the largest blanket, a thin secondary blanket coming from his room, was what you had chosen for the roof. 

Upon finishing, you couldn’t help but notice the way Felix grins from ear to ear and the sight of it causes your heart to warm up unusually—one that was both familiar yet new. You ignore it.

“Finally,” Felix huffs, “Finally I can lay down.” 

The movie’s just about finished when you’re both able to settle inside the fort (yes, it took two whole hours to build a fort). That feeling of nostalgia from earlier rushes back and your gaze leaves the screen and onto the blank, soft blue fabric of the fort’s ceiling. 

“What movie should we play next?” Felix questions from beside you. He’s seated slightly higher than you were—you were laying flat on your back—and you feel his forearm leave your side to grab the remote. 

“Doesn’t really matter to me,” you say quietly. You’re not quite sure what’s taken over you but you catch yourself continuing to stare blankly at Felix’s thin blanket.

Felix takes a while to reply, probably scrolling through the selection of movies but you don’t make an effort to look. You feel like falling asleep. 

“The Polar Express, it is.” You feel your best friend shift back to your side, tugging at his blanket to pull it up to his chin. 

“Are you okay?” Then Felix’s face appears in your line of sight. He’s looking down at you, lips forming a small u-shaped smile as he patiently awaits your answer. And from his perspective, your eyes cross to look back at him, eyes half-lidded. 

“Yeah, ‘m just tired.” You ignore the way your heart’s annoyingly beating against your rib cage.

Felix understands your answer. You’ve been taking care of him for the entirety of the evening, and then you both built an entire fort with not-so-light materials. 

Felix plops back down next to you, this time his arm falling right on top of yours—and none of you try to move away. You figured that it was because it felt… nice—the apartment was cold, the room patiently waiting for the furnace’s next round of heat—so the heat radiating off of Felix’s arm was more than enough for you to feel comfortable. 

“Me too.” 

You wouldn’t call Polar Express boring, but it was calming enough for you to fall asleep. It’s funny because you were well aware that you were falling asleep, you just couldn’t bring yourself to shake yourself out of it. 

“You’re sleeping~” Felix calls out. He doesn’t think he’d actually wake you up, but when your eyes flicker open to look at him, he’s already looking back at you with an apologetic smile. 

“I’m just resting my eyes,” you lie, “I’m tired.”

“You can sleep if you want,” Felix says this extra quiet, just under his breath. 

The heaviness of your eyelids was taking over, smile drooping, “Wake me up if you need anything.”

Felix gives you a hum in response, and you find yourself succumbing to sleep.

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“Jisung, you need to get off of me, I know you’re not drunk.” 

Changbin’s voice echoes in the quiet hallway of the apartment building, Chan doing nothing to help the younger boy out. Instead, he’s walking ahead to unlock the door of Jisung and Felix’s shared apartment, opening the door wide enough for both guys to slip through. 

“I’m not, but I’m tired~” Jisung whines. He’s practically pulling down Changbin with all his weight, tripping and stumbling over his own feet. Chan just laughs, entering the room first to hold it open for the two. 

“What’s that?” Changbin’s the first to notice the fort that you and Felix had built earlier in the night. The TV was now off from inactivity and the place was quiet. 

Chan shrugs and Jisung groans at the sight of the mess (he doesn’t know yet that you’ll clean it up the next morning), not able to get a word out because Changbin tows him away from the living room and straight to his bedroom. 

“Y/N?” Chan calls out, “Lix?” 

He makes his way to the opening of the fort, his steps light and careful because he’s starting to get suspicious that you both were asleep, maybe hiding. 

Chan squats down, groaning when he feels his aging knees crack. Then, he brings himself to peek in. 

Under the dim light spilling into the fort, Chan sees the both of you fast asleep. You’re facing away from Felix, a small throw pillow being suffocated in your arms. And Felix, both of his arms are thrown around you and falling limp around your frame. 

As much as Chan wanted to tease the both of you, he couldn’t help but notice how peaceful the two looked—probably exhausted. 

“Are they in there?” 

Chan looks up and over the roof of the fort to see that Changbin has finally gotten rid of Jisung and he is ready to head home. He has a knowing smile, almost appearing like a smirk.

Chan nods and mirrors Changbin’s expressions and stands up.

“Give me your phone, I need to take a picture of this.”

tags: @tytrackfebreze @hoonieji @niinjo @dinonuguaegi @ariadores @reignessance

[unpopularcharisma]

Starting to realize Autism isn’t really a “disability” or a “disorder”

Don’t fight me because I did write a post not too long ago about how separating autism into high and low functioning takes away the “disability.” I do think it’s problematic to separate the two and gives superiority complex to think that higher functioning autistics are better when we all face challenges. I have been heavily doing research on Autism in the past month so my views are changing rapidly (I will admit that) since I’m still new to all of this information and I have come to the conclusion that Autism isn’t a disorder or a disability, it’s a neurotype that is not “typical” its difference.

Even if people do consider Autism a disability, it’s only a disability due to having to navigate in a world that is designed for Allistics or Neurotypicals. Disability is about context more than a person. You give a “disabled” person an accommodation and they will feel less disabled or not disabled at all. I read a comment about a woman who is a dwarf who stated she only feels disabled when she is out in the world navigating a world designed for regular sized people. At home she didn’t feel disabled at all because her house was specifically built to accommodate her with lower counters, fridge, shelves, cabinets, tables, bed, etc. If dwarfism was the norm then we would be the disabled and there would have to be accommodations for tall people to fit through short doors. If Autism was the norm, Neurotypicals would be disabled and so forth.

I went to University with a girl who was in a wheelchair and she didn’t have an electric one either, she had a regular wheel chair she rolled. She was very sweet and I would joke that she could probably kick our asses because she probably had crazy upper body strength. She didn’t let her wheelchair stop her. She was studying at university, had a car that accommodated her and she would be at the college parties with a dress and heels on in her wheel chair. In her mind she was one of us. I admired that about her. The last time I checked she was into modeling and did handicap sports and also had a love interest. Disability is in the mindset and other peoples perceptions of you more than anything. You are able, you just need accommodations.

I know many higher needs autistics like to consider themselves as disabled which is fine. That is your prerogative and I won’t take that from you. I just think it’s unfair to assume that people who don’t are being ableist when that could be further from the truth. I can imagine in about 20 years Autism likely won’t be considered a disorder anymore. With more research slowly emerging it will be more understood in the next couple of decades, even if I had to play a part in it myself. Autism is slowly being considered as a condition now which I prefer over disorder or a disability.

I know that many Autistics have other underlying issues but those issues are not associated with Autism alone. They are likely linked to other developmental delays and learning disabilities. Just like Neurotypicals have developmental delays and learning disabilities as well.

And I’ll end this by saying, you meet an autistic person you met one Autistic person. We are all different in our own ways when it comes to personality, beliefs, opinions, hobbies, special interests, etc. There is no one size fit all to Autism.

Edit: I do not expect everyone to agree with this take but to say that it’s incorrect and harmful is a bit extreme. We all have our own perspectives. I do not consider Autism a disorder, the more I do research the more I just see it as a matter of difference. I am not the only one who has this pov. I follow other autistics who consider this as well. It seems the ones who were diagnosed later in life as adults have a different perspective which would make sense if you go most of your life not knowing why you’re different opposed to people diagnosed as children being told most of their life why they’re different. I clearly said if you consider it to be a disability that is YOUR PREROGATIVE. Take care 😊

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sirius being dramatic when finding out about jegulus + very side wolfstar and rosekiller

Sirius strode into the apartment without warning, tossed his keys onto the table with a loud clunk, and took a dramatic bow with a wolffish grin.

“So, what do you think?”

“Of what?” Regulus asked, deadpanning him, “Your dramatic entrance? You’re not a vampire, Sirius- also I told you that key was for emergencies only.”

“This is an emergency.” Sirius glared at him, straightening up, “I need compliments.”

“Oh, how out of character for you.” Regulus said sarcastically, stirring his tea with his spoon at the table.

Sirius flipped him off.

“Please, tell me your thoughts.” Sirius grinned, showing off his new look and flourishing his hair, “Honest opinions only, unless they’re mean. If they’re mean, just tell me I’m pretty instead.”

“You’re pretty.” Dorcas smirked, and Sirius flipped her off.

Sirius had gone on an impulsive whim this morning after a quiet breakfast with Remus had revealed he quite likes the edgy punk look. And whilst Sirius is well aware how much Remus adores his long hair and pretty rebel boy demeanour, mixining it up for a few months could only mean a bit of fun.

Besides, if the way Remus’ brain seemed to short circuit that time Sirius came home with a septum and a nose piercing meant anything, Sirius is sure the other man would absolutely melt now.

He’d gotten himself an eyebrow and lip piercing today, as well as an extra three in his ear. It was a painful feat, and Sirius will not admit that he cried and had to be given a lollipop like a child, but he did it.

He also cut his hair short, just below the base of his skull, short wavy locks that no longer frame his face like they once did. And underneath, he’s died it electric blue.

He chopped one of his old metal band tees through the middle for a rough crop, and put Remus’ too big black ripped jeans on, letting them sit low on the waist with a studded belt to keep from pantsing himself. He’s never really been one for having his briefs stuck up out of his pants, but he happens to be wearing dark blue ones today, and they match.

“I think you look lovely, Sirius.” Pandora smiled over her tea, sitting at the table by Regulus. Out of Regulus’ entire group of friends, Sirius likes her the best. She’s always the nicest to him. “Very punk rock.”

“Thank you, Pandora.” Sirius smiled.

“I think you look stupid.” Regulus said, because of course he did.

“Thank you, Reggie.” Sirius smiled.

“I think you look like me.” Barty said, leaning up against the kitchen counter, one foot on the cabinets behind him for stability.

Sirius furrowed his brow and looked Barty over. And… fuck, yeah, he did. Barty was also wearing a messily cropped shirt, briefs that stuck out of the hem of his low baggy sweats, but he usually wears jeans like these when he’s out and about. And his hair is almost identical to Sirius’, however there’s green in it rather than blue. And the piercings, he’s got loads of them, skin smothered with tattoos too.

“You stealing my look, Black?” Barty grinned.

“Yeah, Im very attracted to him right now.” Evan, who had his head resting on Barty’s shoulder, smiled, “You should go blue, Barty. Its hot.”

“Hey.” Barty nudged him in the side and Sirius blushed.

“Well, thank you Evan, however, I am happily committed.” Sirius smiled, taking another little bow, “I suppose I take that as a compliment too, Crouch?”

“Obviously.” Crouch snickered, “I feel honoured that the Sirius Black is trying to look more like little old me-“

“That was an accident.” Sirius pressed, pointing at him, “I just wanted to look cool for Remus.”

“So you think I look cool?” Barty laughed delightfully.

“That’ll work.” Dorcas grinned, “Remember when Remus and Barry shagged-“

“I don’t need a reminder of that!” Sirius shouted as the same time that Barty said, “Cas, I told you to stop bringing that up around Evan.”

“Oh, so she can bring it up when I’m not around, huh?” Evan asked with a snake like grin, “Do you like to reminisce when I’m not there, Barty? Are you unfaithful?”

“Never, dove.” Barty kissed Evans forehead and sent an evil glare Dorcas’ way, “Dorcas just likes to stir the pot.”

Dorcas and Pandora giggled to themselves.

“Okay, enough about you lot, more about me.” Sirius interrupted, “On a scale of one to ten, how much do you think Remus will want to shag me when I get home? Ten being a lot-“

Sirius’ speech was interrupted by someone else letting themselves in through the front door and striding into the house.

“Love, I broke my glasses again, can you please fix them?” Sirius recognised that voice instantly, it was his best friends voice afterall. James walked right past Sirius in the entry way and leant in and smacked a kiss right on Regulus’ lips, “Missed you.” James muttered again, “I know it’s only been three hours, but I always miss you.”

Sirius is feeling a lot of confusion right now.

Regulus sends him a panicked glance over James’ shoulder, and then awkwardly looks up at James with pink cheeks. Sirius takes in the sudden tension in the room, at the way Pandora is sending Sirius a pleading look, at the way Dorcas is biting her lip in anticipation and looking between everyone, at the way Barty is clearly trying his best not to burst out with laughter, and the way that Evan is jabbing an elbow into his side and looking remorseful.

Suddenly Sirius is no longer confused. He feels more betrayed than anything.

James is fucking shagging his baby brother, isn’t he?

“Oh, Barty, by the way-“ James starts but he interrupts himself midway through, “I swear you were just-“ James turns and points in Sirius’ direction, and then spins back to Barty, “Why are there two of you?”

Barty bursts out laughing, “There’s only one of me, Potter.”

James swings back and forth, looking between them for a moment. And Sirius remembers how genuinely blind James is without his glasses. He usually can’t tell Remus and Peter apart when without them, their hair too similar in colour. So Sirius decides to help him out.

“James.” Sirius prompts when James’ back is to him, and he watches the way the other man immediately stiffens, “Are you snagging my brother?”

Regulus stands and slides James’ glasses onto his face before solemnly petting him on the cheek and sighing, “You’ve been wanting to tell him somehow.”

James slowly turns around, “Oh, Sirius, hi! Didn’t see you there, wow, new look. Very punk, Remus is sure to love it- hey, why don’t we go show Remus now? Yeah, let’s go right there and not talk about anything else-“

“James.” Sirius prompts again, glaring at him, “Are you, or are you not, shagging my brother.”

“Uhm, well… shagging’s quite a vile word, don’t you think? I prefer… love making-“

Behind him, Regulus groaned and began to bang his head on the cupboard whilst all of his friends lit up with laughter.

“Love making?” Sirius gasped, “James, that’s disgusting.”

“Well, it’s not really, it’s quite lovely.”

Sirius pretends to gag, “How long?”

“Erm… bit of an odd question considering it’s your brother.” James shrugged, “But, usually at least an hour-“

“No!” Sirius gasped, slapping his hands down over his ears, which hurt due to the new piercings. “I meant you two! How long have you been shagging?”

“Oh.” James turned bright red, “Yeah, I suppose that’s more logical. Uhm, maybe… like… mhgh…”

“I’m sorry?” Sirius asked, “Mind not mumbling?”

James pulled a wry face and shook his head. Sirius cocked an eyebrow, which also hurt.

Regulus groaned and leant over James, shoulder, “Six and a half month-“

“What!” Sirius shrieked, “You’ve been fucking m’y brother for six and a half months and haven’t told me?!”

“I don’t need to tell you all my personal business, Sirius.” Regulus said.

“Yeah, but, James does.” Sirius points at him.

“It’s true, I do.” James agreed, “Which is why I’m so sorry, Pads. I didn’t want to keep it from you, it’s just, we thought we should at first because I know you scared away the last two guys Reggie was involved with. And then… and then I just felt bad for lying and so I kept lying and… and now we’re here.”

Sirius shook his head at James, “I’m so disappointed in you.” He squinted his eyes, “Just fooling around with my brother like that-“

“We’re not fooling around, Sirius.” James defended, “We never were.”

“I don’t understand.” Sirius shook his head, “Are you shagging or not?”

James snickered, “Look, I didn’t even know I had a crush on Reggie till he kissed me one day, and then I immediately realised I liked him and… and well, we started going out. The shagging didn’t start till after then.”

Sirius took a little step back, looking them both over.

“It’s genuine, Sirius.” James smiled, putting his arm around Regulus’ shoulders, “I just didn’t- I was too scared… I was worried you wouldn’t approve of me for him.” James shrugged, “But we’re not just shagging… I love him.”

Sirius was taken aback, stuck silent for a moment. James loved him? Regulus was gazing up at James with flushed cheeks and a a smile he’d never seen his brother wear before, and it seemed like Regulus loved him back.

Sirius burst out crying.

James immediately rushed to his aid, making them both sit at the table, two chairs pulled out to face eachother. Regulus groaned and went to put on a new pot of tea.

James took Sirius’ hands, shushing him and looking terribly guilty, “I- I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Sirius. Is there something I can do to make it up to you? Is… Is there something I can do to make me worthy of him? I can’t lose- I can’t lose either of you, I’m so sorry, Sirius.”

Sirius sobbed so hard he couldn’t even speak. He shook his head to try and communicate with James, but the message did not go across clearly.

James had started to cry too, “I’m sorry, Sirius. I’m so sorry, I should have- I know I shouldn’t have lied, especially not for so long. But I was so worried- worried about this. I can’t-“ James sobbed so hard he started hyperventilating, “I don’t want to loose- loose-“

“Okay.” Pandora muttered, getting in between them, “Look at me, let’s take some deep breaths. In through the nose, out through the mouth. With me now, come on, in through the nose… out through the mouth.”

Sirius and James sat there for a moment, following pandoras instructions. James’ glasses were cracked and foggy, and Sirius was dreading having to reapply his eyeliner for a second time today.

Regulus set some teacups down on the table and poured them each some midnight blue coloured tea, “Dora’s recipe. Supposed to calm you.”

“I’m sorry.” James muttered after taking a big sip of tea, “I don’t know what to do, Pads. I can’t lose you both.”

Sirius took a few sips himself, taking a moment to compose himself, “You’re not going too.” He smiled, his eyes begging to water again, “I’m sorry I freaked you out.”

“What?” James asked, taken aback, his voice sounded hoarse.

Sirius set his cup down with shaky hands and burst into more tears, but he smiled through them, and they weren’t nearly as heavy as before, “You love him?!”

James sent a nervous glance over at Regulus and tentatively nodded, “As much as I love you- but, differently, of course.”

That only made Sirius cry harder. He tried to talk again, but all that came out was incoherent nonsense.

“Sirius, stop wailing and just talk for Godricks sake.” Regulus scoffed, “Or you can fucking get out of my house.”

Sirius took a deep breath and sniffled, “I’m sorry… I just… you love him! Reggie deserves to be loved.”

“Oh.” James muttered, poking his glasses up his nose. Across the table, Regulus went silent. James smiled and nodded, “Yeah, of course he does.”

“And you deserve to be loved.” Sirius mumbles.

James snickers, “Well, I hope I do.”

“And… and you have such a big heart, and love people so… so… in the best way.”

James smiled and nodded.

“And Reggie-“ Sirius sobbed more, “He struggles- but he really loves who he loves with his whole heart.”

Regulus embarrassedly buried his head in his hands and Barty gave him a playful shove.

“Out of everyone in the world, I approve of you both the most for eachother.” Sirius sobbed, “And it just makes me so happy that you love eachother!”

There was a moment of silence before James started laughing in that way he does when he really adores something. He reached out and grabbed Sirius’ hands, squeezing them tight.

“It makes me so fucking happy that you approve.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Sirius sniffled, “You’re my best friend, and he’s my brother. You’re my two favorite people, it only makes sense that you love eachother.”

“Do you mean that?” Regulus asked across the table.

“Of course.” Sirius nodded, reaching over to pet Reggie’s elbow, “And when you get married James will be my brother in law-“

“I bloody know!” James grinned, slapping his knee, “How good will that be?”

Sirius grabbed onto him excitedly.

After a moment, James smiled and wiped at the black smudge from Sirius’ tears, “This new look got anything to do with Remus’ thing for punks?”

Sirius smiled sheepishly, “Do you think he’ll like it?”

“He liked it enough when you got those nose piercings, he’ll probably pass out seing you like this.”

Sirius chuckled.

“Come on, let’s clean you up and get you back home to him.”

Sirius smiled and nodded, “Thanks, Prongs.”

When Sirius got home, Remus did in fact malfunction. He couldn’t talk proper words for two whole minuets before he pointed to their room and muttered, “Bed, now.” And Sirius could never say no to his Moony.

★ ★ ★

Wow I wrote this at a regular hour in the day, hats off to me. This was inspired by @gaybubblehead and my texts about how they hc sirius goes through a phase where he looks just like Barty in terms of style and stuff and I honestly agree he would do that. I mean they came up with the entire idea of this basically and told me I should write it, and for once I actually delivered. lol

So this one’s for you my dude <3

It was silly, I started this with barely any direction and just let the story write its self. I should be writing my Christmas fic butttttt no.

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🗡️ Clipped Wings: Chapter Four

Clipped Wings: After living a life in seclusion due to an over protective father, you sneak away to experience life as it really is. Slowly building up the woman you always wanted to be, your quiet life is interrupted when you meet a rather elastic boy and his crew. This is just the beginning of trouble and your carefully crafted life starts to crumble around you. The past never really stays in the past, and now it has come knocking. In more ways than one.  

Warnings: Blood.

To Note: Dracule Mihawk x Reader, NAMED!FemReader, Some physical features have been given (hair & eye color).

Word Count: ~2.8k

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9 Months Since Rescue

“If you sit still it won’t hurt as much,” You chided the teen who had come to you to have a laceration stitched up. The story he had told you was that he was helping his friend with repairs to a market stall in town… but the gaggle of friends he’d brought with him told you otherwise. There were two girls in the group who appeared to be worried out of their minds yet gushing about how strong the teen was. The kid had probably tried showing off and hurt himself in the process. You’d seen a fair amount of it in your travels as a nurse and seamstress, and half of your clients end up being youth.

Of course you were still starting out in your job, you hadn’t even been on your own for a year… but the satisfaction of freedom was serendipitous. You had learned so much in your short time of travels that while you were still naive to most of the world, your thirst for the seas was never satisfied or hindered. Finishing your stitches on the teen, you wrapped it up in a few layers of gauze.

“You’re done, don’t touch or mess with it for a day,” You informed the teen who held his injured arm against his chest. “And if you want to impress a girl, don’t do stupid shit that’ll get you injured.” His face flushed and he was about to mouth off to you when you stopped him. “Girl’s that age like flowers and thoughtful gifts, don’t be a dumbass and land yourself back in my services, okay?”

He held his tongue with a grumble and dropped payment onto the table next you with a grunt before vacating his seat. Smiling as he returned to his friends, you watched the teen disappear from the doctors office.

“Ah youth, the’ve been getting more reckless as the generations go by,” The doctor you’d spent the last three months working for, complained. You pocketed the money the teen had left and chuckled.

“Doctor, they’re kids, let them enjoy themselves while they can.” You told the old coot, packing up your stitching supplies for the final time. You had signed on for a temporary stay with the doctor on Pufferfish Island while you explored the culture of this town, and with that time up, you were leaving port the next morning.

“Damn kids’ll never learn about life if they just keep gooffin off!” He continued to complain as you double checked that you had collected everything that you owned.

“Life isn’t all about working you know,” You told the doctor. “Does it not get boring only thinking about money?”

“What else am I supposed to do then? Hmm?” Looking at the doctors back, you pursed your lips and shook your head. Berries. Far too many people focused only on Berries rather than living life. It was a pity, really, because ever since you had left Esmereld Cove you had nothing but joy in traveling and exploration. You dropped your eyes to the floor and rubbed your cheek.

“Live your life the way you want to then,” You murmured before shouldering your bag. “I’m off for a final time, don’t forget to lock up the medicine cabinet. The last time you forgot the neighbors got into it.” More grumbles from the doctor and you shrugged. Oh well, you’d warned him and no longer worked with him so it was no longer your concern.

Walking down the path that led to the inner port harbor, you hummed to yourself and made the decision to have one least meal at the tavern before you headed out for your next island. You passed several houses of villagers that you had tended to and even waved hello to a few children running around. You’d miss their jubilant faces and wide smiles, but you were sure to see more on the next island.

Cresting a hill to the cobbled path leading to the busier port harbor, you stopped short when your gaze caught sight of a new ship docked. You stopped short and let out an exaggerated sigh.

“Ah, the tavern is going to be busy, isn’t it…” You complained to yourself. “Oh well, even pirates have to eat.” You continued towards the port harbor, running your hand over the hair you had pulled back. It’d grown out from short and choppy, but was only just long enough to be tamed by string. It was still very short but at least you blended in now.

Getting closer to the tavern, you could hear the villagers grumbling about pirates. They weren’t fond of them, but had no quarrels as long as they respected the island. Turning down a curvy lane, you walked swiftly with dinner on the mind. You’d skipped lunch after a bunch of school kids had gotten into a scuffle over lunch games. Unfortunately, tear filled eyes doomed your lunch and you had spent it patching up busted elbows and knees. You were a bit of a sucker at times.

You made it to the entrance of the tavern, and weaved through several men loitering around with drinks in their hand. They were the regulars, so they didn’t bother you as you passed, but one did step forwards.

“Head’s up doc,” You looked to the man that spoke. “Pirates are in, they’ve been kicking up a fuss.”

“I’m just in for a last meal,” You said, pausing in step and eyeing the tavern. “I’ll mind myself, just make sure you all don’t get yourselves into conditions I have to treat, I have a boat to catch in the morning.” Hat’s dipped and you entered the tavern with a hand raised over your shoulder. The tavern was crowded with villagers and pirates alike, but you spotted a place you could sit for dinner and began heading there.

While you weaved and were jostled around by bodies, a drunkard lurched into you sending you almost flying. A small gasp departed your lips as you fell to the side. But rather than spectacularly meet the floor of the tavern, an arm caught your back and swung you back to your feet. You tottered in place, settled by the arm and blinked at the rather bare chest of the person who had saved you from sprawling flat on your face.

“That would have been embarrassing,” You murmured to yourself before looking up. Your eyes were met with yellow ringed eyes. You couldn’t help but blurt out your first thought. “You have beautiful eyes.” Both you and the man blinked at each other. “Apologies for stumbling into you,” With that you detached yourself and slipped back into the mess of the tavern crowd, food on your mind.

You found a place to sit at the bar top near the windows showing the port harbor and sat down. While you waited for the server to come over, your mind lingered on the eyes of the man that had caught you from falling to the floor. He really did have beautiful eyes. They were also unusual, much like your own. While you were thinking of yellow eyes, a server came over to you.

You ordered the tavern special, as it would be the last time you ate it, and leaned back in your seat to relax and think. You had a ship to catch in the morning, but at the same time, you really wanted to enjoy your last night on the island. There were still a few bars you were interested in checking out based on local recommendations. You’d been too busy with work to try them out at the time but now? Now you were free. But you also didn’t want to have one hell of a hangover to deal with while shipping out. Alcohol and open sea did not mix well.

But the wine…

“Here ya go, doc,” The server announced placing your meal in front of you. “Enjoy.”

“Not actually a doctor,” You called after them, making them chuckle at your words. With a smile on your lips, you picked up your fork and began eating. You enjoyed your meal, watched as ships pulled into the port harbor for the night, and all around ignored the pirates yapping on about their accomplishment. When your empty plate was cleared and you paid for your dinner, you took up discussing wine choices with one of the servers.

You really hadn’t ever developed a taste for alcohol other than wine. That was one win Mel could have. You didn’t mind because that was something you did have experience in. It was nice that you could discuss a topic that you weren’t entirely clueless about. Not to say that you lacked education, it was just there was a big difference between book smart and sea smart, and you were endeavoring to become sea smart.

The server of course had to get back to work so you took to watching the last bits of the sun fading from the sea line. Or at least, you were watching the sunset when a stool scraping on the tavern floor alerted you to someone taking a seat next to you. Even from just the corner of your eye you could tell, it was one of the pirates.

“What is a pretty little thing like you doing all alone in a tavern like this?” You blinked and turned your head to look at the pirate.

“Getting… dinner…?” You replied in question tilting your head to the side while arching an eyebrow. “As for my solitude, it is by choice. I don’t dine with others.”

“That’s a pity,” He replied, reaching over and touching the hair ornament you had tucked into your small ponytail. You wanted to snap at him to not touch you, but your manners won out and you remained silent on the topic.

“A pity? For who exactly?” You said shortly, your eyelashes fluttering while you raised your chin in observation. “Certainly not me as I am enjoying the view. For you then? How so, there are plenty of woman in this tavern and around the village for company.”

“I don’t want their company,” The pirate continued, his touch abandoning your hair and reaching for your face. You leaned out of reach with an unamused look on your face. “I want yours, you have such pretty eyes.”

“Well I do not, please seek what you desire elsewhere.” Your calm response betrayed none of your true thoughts. “But if you require a more formal answer; no.”

“Do you know who I am?” He asked in a hard voice, narrowing his gaze at you. You blinked and answered bluntly.

“No?”

“I am Andrew of the Marked Branch pirates!” A few patrons around you winced at his thundering words.

“That doesn’t change the fact that I have absolutely no idea who you are.” He slammed his hand on the bar top next to you, eyes bulging and simmering in rage. He opened his mouth and threats poured from his lips, but you, once again, had no idea what he was talking about and just blinked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“You don’t seem to understand the situation your in, little girl,” He hissed at you. Your face was passive as you grabbed your hair ornament and slammed it directly into the hand he had pressed against the bar top. A high pitched scream erupted from his mouth and the entire tavern fell silent.

“It appears that you seem to have trouble understand the word no,” You calmly stated, surprised at how deep the hidden blade in the hair ornament had gone. You weren’t the strongest of woman and yet it had suck into the wood of the bar top. “I said no, leave it at that. Yes?”

Eyes that had once been bulging and simmering with rage… were now filled with fear and pain. The pirate whimpered, caught between wanting to yank his hand away and leaving it be. Your knife really was lodged good and deep.

“I am not a woman who likes repeating herself. Have I made myself clear?”

“Okay okay! Just take it out! Take it out!” He howled at you. Pleased that he had acknowledged your wishes, you went to take the knife out, only to find it difficult. You tugged on it a little harder and the pirate howled. Sighing, you used both hands to sharply yank on the hilt of the knife, it took several sharp tugs before you actually managed to get it out. Once the blade was clear of wood and flesh, the pirate staggered back and ran off, tail tucked firmly between his legs.

Chatter slowly returned to the tavern and you used a nearby napkin to wipe the blood from your hair ornament. You weren’t going to let that pirate ruin your evening, but you had to admit that your mood was soured by that interaction. Just as you were cleaning the last bits of blood from your blade, a voice called out from behind you.

“Well that was unexpected but it certainly made my night more interesting.” You were once again blinking, but this time it was at the man with the beautiful yellow eyes. He was looking at you with amusement dancing within his eyes and the curve at the corner of his mouth echoed what his eyes told.

“I do not appreciate pushy men who do not listen,” You stated simply, wiping your knife one last time before returning it to your hair. “I came here to enjoy a meal, not be harassed.”

“Clearly, yet you look like you’ll be blown over by a mere gust of wind.” Your eyes flashed with fire at his words and you nearly growled.

“I will not,” You answered hotly, your words only seemed to amuse the man further and he waved down a server with but a finger wave.

“You are a fiery little one, aren’t you.” He said as he leaned against the bar top. You glared at him for making such obvious fun of you and huffed indignantly as he spoke to the server that came over. Two wine glasses were pulled out and placed between you, then a bottle of wine.

“Two glasses?” You broached, eyebrow arched.

“You went to the trouble of taking out the trash,” He explained, pushing one of the glasses towards you. “You also seemed to be a woman of refinement?”

A glass of wine was a glass of wine. You grabbed the stem and brought the wine to your nose to sniff. You were instantly surprised. Most patrons bought out the classics and regular wines on the menu, this was one of the more refined brands. A brand that you partook in while living on Esmereld Cove. You had only the best there.

“And you the same,” You echoed before taking a sip of the wine and sighing in satisfaction.

“Now then, what is a lovely lady with such tastes, doing on an island like this.” You set your glass down and ran a finger around the rim.

“I’m a traveler,” You started, turning your eyes to the ocean in front of you. “I travel for work as a nurse and seamstress so I can experience the world. I grew up exceedingly sheltered so now I am trying to visit as many islands as I can to learn about what it means to live.”

“To live,” He repeated. That was such a… simple desire and yet you were being entirely truthful. You nodded thoughtfully before your brow scrunched.

“Speaking of which I never caught your name,” You mused, cocking your head to the side.

“Mihawk,” Mihawk answered you, waiting for a reaction for surely you had heard of him. You studied him for a moment, your face remaining unchanged.

“Mihawk,” You repeated thoughtfully. You hadn’t heard that name before, but then again you were still fairly new in your explorations. “Hmm, it’s nice to meet you Mihawk, I am Vee.”

Oh now you were starting to get really interesting.

Mihawk chuckled and took a sip of his wine, amused that you didn’t even know who he was. It was rather refreshing.

“Vee,” He echoed, observing you closer. You had black hair simply pulled back, a frame that was too skinny in his opinion, and violet eyes he’d only seen a few other times. Violet eyes that he’d never seen in the East Blue before. He had little interest in woman at his current age, but the way you stared at him before complimenting his eyes and then moving on had been the most peculiar thing to happen in twenty years.

“Yes,” You said, picking up your wine glass once more. “Now, you don’t exactly seem like the type interested in life stories so I won’t bore you with it.”

“But we were just getting to the interesting part,” Mihawk drew out, getting comfortable where he leaned and interested in broaching for more. You lightheartedly chuckled and raised an eyebrow.

“You don’t want to hear my life story,” Mihawk’s lips twitched.

“Oh but I do,” Staring up into Mihawk’s yellow eyes, you contemplated his words for a few moments before shrugging. What’s the worst that could happen?

Date Published: 10/10/23

Last Edit: 10/10/23

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[dulcesiabits]

one good turn deserves another.

request: hiiii!!! i love your blog and your writing so much!! i also love that you love ruggie too!! i was thinking it would be a super cute idea to see something about ruggie pining over the reader but he thinks they’re trying to get with leona and that’s why they’ve been helping ruggie with his tasks, but really it’s bc the reader has a crush on ruggie and is just trying to get closer to him lol. the ideas been living in my head rent freeee

notes: 1.8k words, fic, fluff, pining

Ruggie Bucchi has survived many things in his short life: hunger, poverty and life-threatening injuries, to name a few. But this? This has to be the worst thing he’s ever had to face.

“Leona, where do you even keep your socks?” you ask, hoisting a basket of laundry to your hip. You, the Ramshackle prefect, who’s faced several overblots and garnered quite the notoriety in school as a result, are now doing Leona’s laundry. And for free, too.

It would have been laughable if Ruggie didn’t have to bite back a scowl every time you talked to Leona.

“Dunno. Ask Ruggie,” Leona drawls, still buried somewhere under his comforter.

“Ruggie, where does Leona put his socks?”

“Left cabinet, top drawer,” he responds automatically, smoothing out a crease in Leona’s lab coat.

“Thanks!”

“Don’t mess anything up, herbivore,” Leona calls.

“Keep talking like that and I’m going to cut holes in all of your socks,” you shot back.

Ruggie’s ears twitch. Truly, listening to you flirt with Leona was worse than breaking a bone. Scratch that, he’d prefer having a broken bone than having to listen to you two banter back and forth. Because every time you exchanged a pointed word with Leona, all Ruggie could think of was how you never talked to anyone else like that.

You were one of the few people Leona (grudgingly) tolerated, and he’d spotted the two of you hanging out during lunch more than once. It makes perfect sense that you’d gotten closer to Leona after his overblot, and you didn’t treat him with any of the trepidation the other students did. It was that, and the fact you were always chasing after Ruggie, asking if Leona had sent him on some outrageous assignment again and if he needed any help, that first clued him in.

It’d been a bit suspicious the first time you chased him down, he wouldn't lie. But hey, he wasn’t going to turn down free help from a known goody two shoes.

“You really don’t have to do this,” Ruggie had said, balancing a mountain of food in his arms.

“I want to help you,” you’d insisted, arms wrapped around your own haul from the cafeteria.

“You want one of these buns?” He waved a freshly baked pastry in your face, and your eyes had followed it, betraying your true thoughts.

“No, it’s okay.”

“Take it,” Ruggie had said, unwrapping it and holding it in front of your mouth.

With some hesitation, you bit into it. “Thanks,” you mumbled, your cheeks stuffed with bread. It was cute– you were cute, even though, for some reason, you refused to make eye contact with him.

“Stop flirting.” Leona’s voice suddenly rang out, irritated. The two of you had made your way to the botanical gardens before either of you was aware of it, and had been loud enough to rouse Leona from his afternoon nap.

“We’re not flirting,” you had hissed. “Go back to sleep.”

Leona raised an eyebrow, but simply beckoned Ruggie over to collect his lunch.

“If you need anything else, you can call me any time,” you had told him afterwards, walking back from the garden.

“Sure, sure, I’ll let you know if a spot opens up to become Leona’s second gopher.”

You’d look a bit upset at that, and it was in that moment it had hit Ruggie that you probably liked Leona. No wonder you didn’t appreciate being called his gopher, and no wonder you’d asked Ruggie if he needed any help buying and carrying food to Leona: it’d all been so you could get closer to him.

Normally, he would put his foot down, tell you to get closer to Leona on your own terms. Ruggie would not let himself be used by someone, not unless they were willing to pay up. But, well, you were a different case. You were– you are– special to him.

Now, watching you and Leona snark at each other, Ruggie has to fight back a familiar sinking feeling in his stomach. You never looked that relaxed when you were with him.

You can do a lot better than Leona, in Ruggie’s opinion. Leona is spoiled, and always looks for underhanded methods, and couldn’t even fold his own clothes, for crying out loud. But he’s– he’s also a prince, and he has money, and he’s good looking. No wonder you’re attracted to him. There’s no way in hell that you’d even consider Ruggie if you were into Leona.

Because Leona is a lot of things that he isn’t, and will never be.

—

Ruggie isn’t sure when he started liking you. Maybe it was when you’d been staying in Leona’s room, and you’d chat with him around the dorm. Or maybe it was when you’d been chasing after him during the spelldrive tournament, trying to pin him down as the culprit to the string of mysterious injuries. Or maybe, from the very beginning, when he saw you stumble out of your coffin during the entrance ceremony, he’d been interested in you. You shone. You’re someone that he couldn’t take his eyes off of, even when it hurt.

“Ruggie!” As if on cue, you run up to him. Classes were over the day, and he’d been making his way to spelldrive practice. Your presence is expected at this point; the first thing you seem to do whenever you have time is come find him. If he was honest, Ruggie would admit that he’d been walking slowly, stretching out the minutes until you came.

“Hey,” he says, and resists the urge to do something stupid, like put his hand on your cheek. “What did you need me for?”

“Epel told me that you have practice today, and I brought you some water,” you say, holding out a cold bottle to him, condensation rolling down the side. “It’s hot today, so… I wanted to make sure you’d be okay.”

Did you give one to Leona, too? Ruggie stops himself from asking. It wouldn’t do him any good to know. “Thanks,” he says, instead, and puts a hand on your head.

You smile, and his heart does cartwheels in his chest.

Ruggie is screwed, he is so screwed, and he needs to do something before he falls for you any further.

—

After several weeks of your constant presence, it feels strange when you’re not around. And it’s laundry day again, too, and it would have been nice to have your help lugging around piles of clothes. But, well…

“You should stop playing around with them,” Ruggie mutters, without looking up at Leona.

“Who?”

“What do you mean, who? The Ramshackle prefect, duh. Seriously, Leona.” He flings Leona’s shirt onto the bed with more force than he intended. “They’re, you know. Squishy. Human.”

“Huh. It’s not like you to care about some random herbivore.”

“Well, I don’t. It’s just annoying, seeing them come in here, looking at you like that. Like, they’re waiting for you to give them the time of day, and then you don’t. Just give it to them straight. Say you like them, or say you don’t, but the sooner they stop coming in here, the better.”

“Looking at me? Are you serious?” Leona’s tail flicks in amusement. “You think the herbivore comes in here and does your chores because they want my attention?”

“Well, why else would they be here? Come on, it’s obvious.”

Leona laughs then, a low rumble that Ruggie only hears when they see something unfortunate happen to Rook Hunt or Malleus Draconia. “Ruggie… I’ve always thought you were clever. So why are you giving me that crap?”

“Crap? I’m just…”

“You’re being an idiot,” Leona interrupts. “Your precious little prefect doesn’t like me.”

“Then…” Because if you didn’t like Leona, why else would you spend so much time with Ruggie? What could be the reason you kept hanging around him, the reason you kept helping him out and pestering him? Because… it would mean… Oh. Oh.

“Congratulations on being the last person to figure it out,” Leona says dryly as Ruggie springs up, shirt falling out of his hand.

“Leona, I’ll finish folding your clothes later,” he yells, rushing out the door.

—

Why is it the one time he needs to talk to you that you’re suddenly nowhere to be found? You’re not at Ramshackle, and Jack doesn’t have a clue where you could be. Maybe he could wrangle down those two Heartslabyul freshmen you were always hanging out with…

“Ruggie!”

He stops, heart pounding. There you were, in the middle of the mirror hall. He’s never loved the sound of your voice more.

“What are you doing here?” he asks.

“I could ask you the same thing! I was going to go hang out with Ace and Deuce.” You step closer to him. “Have you been running around?”

“Yes. Sort of. I was looking for you.”

“Me?”

His mouth is dry. In front of you, he feels weak. Everything in him crumbles in your presence, at the way you look at him. “Do you…”

“Do I?”

What if he’s wrong? What if he puts himself out there, and makes himself into a fool? It would be infinitely easier to just shove his feelings down, and keep your relationship as it was. If he never steps out of line, he would never get hurt. Play it safe, and take the easy way out.

But…

“Why do you do so many things for me?” he says instead.

You blink. “Is that what you needed me for? Well, it’s because you’re my… friend, and you’re always working so hard, and I want to help you…”

Ruggie takes another step towards you, so close he could lean in and kiss you. “It’s not because you like Leona, right?”

“Leona? What? No! No way. He’s just a friend, and besides, we would strangle each other to death first.”

“That’s good.”

“Why is it good?”

“Because I like you. I like you, a lot.”

In a sudden movement, you fling your arms around him. “Seriously? Really? You like me?”

He wraps his arms around you, like they were always meant to be there. “Yeah, of course. What, you aren’t going to say it back?”

“I think you already know how I feel,” you mumble, still clinging to him. “I can’t believe you thought I liked Leona! Seriously! Did you think I was doing all of those chores for you because I wanted to impress Leona?”

“Well…”

“Ruggie!” You cup your hands around his cheeks. “I like you! I’ve always, always liked you! You, and not anyone else!”

And really, the only thing he can do right now is kiss you.

The first kiss he gives you is out of relief. The second kiss he gives you is out of love.

[cupidjyu]

you’ll get sick

(maknae line) what do they do when you’re sick !!

genre: FLUFF, cuddles, they’re such cuties, sickfic notes: second post! uh since i’ve been sick for multiple days (suffering) and bored rn LOL i wanted to indulge myself! also i decided to write the maknae line because i am so so so happy that sunric will be coming back!! i love them so much <3 also for the person who asked for the other members in the other post, dw!! ill get to it, i’m just incredibly busy rn :(( word count: 1k

haknyeon

“i’m home!”

haknyeon frowned when there was no response. he navigated the apartment and opened the door to the bedroom. and there you were, huddled in a bunch of blankets. your nose was slightly red, your eyes puffy, and your hair was frazzled.

his eyebrows immediately furrowed as he set down his bag and rushed over to the bed. your eyes widened at the sight of him.

“oh no,” your voice sounded clogged, as you sat up in a hurry. “I’m sorry, hak i didn’t hear you get home-”

he brought one finger up to his lips, “shh.” he gently put his hands on your shoulders and pushed you back down. he brought up one of the blankets and tucked you in. “it’s okay. just wait here.”

and then he quietly rushed out of the room. you stayed in bed, exhausted, sniffling, and with a pounding headache. even through your blocked ears, you could hear the sound of haknyeon in the kitchen, opening cabinets and dropping items. 

then, he finally entered the room, a bottle of medicine and a spoon in hand. he padded over to you, poured the right amount, and handed it to you. you always hated the taste of medicine. so, you just turned away the spoon, refusing to drink the disgusting concoction.

he pouted adorably as he sat on the edge of the bed. then, an idea went off in his head. 

“i’ll give you a kiss if you take it.”

your eyes brightened at that as you lurched forward, grabbing the spoon and downing it in one gulp. you gagged at the taste but the way he smiled so endearingly at you was what was worth it.

he placed the spoon on the nightstand and leaned forward. “okay, let me kiss you.”

but, in a rush of panic, you shoved a hand in his face, stopping his advancement. 

“wait, nevermind, don’t,” you said hurriedly. he looked at you questioningly. “you’ll get sick…”

“pff-” he giggled. “like i care.” and then he practically tackled you, kissing your face all over.

sunwoo

you were doomed. you and your boyfriend had planned the most perfect date today. eating at a reserved restaurant and then taking a walk along the river… 

you really wanted to go but with the fever you had caught and the exhaustion that weighed you down, you knew that it would only ruin the occasion. so you groggily reached over for your phone and pressed on his contact. 

he picked up immediately.

“sunwoo…”

“what happened, my love?” you could hear the shuffling of his bedsheets. it was early in the morning anyways. you wanted to sleep more but your throat was killing the ability to go back to rest.

“i’m going to have to cancel.” you replied, guilt dripping from your voice. 

he hummed, sleepily, “why? are you okay?”

it was silent. you didn’t give him a response. you didn’t want to worry him any further and bother him. knowing how caring he is, you knew that he would definitely rush over to you. it was just too early in the morning.

and rush over to you, he did.

even though you didn’t speak, he could recall how scratchy your voice sounded and your clogged breathing.

“hold on, i’m coming over.” he ordered.

you widened your eyes, “wait what-”

your apartments weren’t far from each other. in fact, it was only a few minute’s walk away. so after a short while, almost falling asleep, you heard the door open. not bothering to move, you waited for sunwoo to burst into your room.

his lips pulled into a worried pout. he was dressed in a cozy hoodie. he looked so soft. you just wanted to… hug him. 

he walked over to where you were lying and set a hand on your forehead to check your temperature. you were still warm. 

“hi, beautiful,” he said quietly, stroking your hair. you blushed slightly at his words, especially because you were so convinced you looked horrible as of right now. “do you need anything? oh wait- let me go out and get medicine…”

you rushed to grab his wrist, preventing him from standing up. 

“no.”

he let out a confused hum and sat back down on the bed. 

“i want to… to cuddle.”

he laughed and pinched your cheek. he opened the blanket and climbed in almost immediately. he brought you closer by the waist, wrapping his arms around your body. his chest provided the perfect amount of warmth, since you were feeling chilly. 

“as you wish.”

eric

the sound of the apartment door shoving open made your heart jump. there eric was, standing at the doorway, a bag in hand.

“guess what!” he was yelling so, so loudly. your headache pounded more. “i just found a new game we can play together- what-” he paused abruptly. it was then that he noticed your state. you were laid out on the couch with multiple used tissues on the table.

you looked dead, really. and that made his happy face turn into one of worry. he put down the bag and ran over to you. he cupped your face in his hands.

“oh no… are you feeling okay?” his tone has quietened down.

you sniffed, eyes watering. you always loved when eric showed his more gentle side. it always made your heart melt. “no.”

“my baby,” he cooed, smiling at how cute you looked. “sorry for being so loud.” he giggled, looking at you apologetically.

“no, no,” you shook you head quickly. “its okay, i missed you, eric.”

“it hasn’t been that long.”

“it has for me,” you replied, grumpily. you reached your hands out to signal for him come closer.

instead of coming closer, he simply jumped into the couch with you and climbed under the blanket. he snuggled closer to you, since the space was so limited. then, he laid an arm over your waist, hugging you even more.

“did you take medicine?”

you nodded, your eyes closing from exhaustion.

“okay,” he stroked your hair slowly. “let’s go to sleep then.” 

he placed a kiss on your lips. then on each of your cheeks, then your forehead, and lastly, your nose. you giggle at his actions. 

“you’ll get sick,” you whispered.

he laughed in response, cuddling furthermore. 

“anything for you, my love.”

(goodbye he’s so cheesy i love him)

[littlespacereader]

Chapter 4 - A Sleepless Night is out on my AO3 story The Little Princess in Hawkins! 💕🎀

Sfw warnings in this chapter- curing, bed wetting, pull-ups and hurt/comfort

Here’s a short chapter snippet (completely sfw):

Caregiver! Billy & Fem Little! Reader

The two of us went into the kitchen where all the bags from our grocery trip laid on the counter tops.

“Wow, how nice of you to leave all of this to me.” I joked rolling my eyes. I put my stuffed animal lion Will on the counter next to me as I grabbed a bag and started to unpack it.

Billy shook his head and started helping as well. As we started to put things away I came across the cookie container! I quickly grabbed some and shoved two cookies into my mouth.

“Hey! Hey! Hey! Who said you could eat those?” Billy said as he grabbed the container away.

I pointed to Will, my mouth too full of cookies to say much of anything. Billy smiled. Leaning on the counter top, he decided to play along with it.

“Will! Are you kidding me? You’ve only been here for 5 minutes and you’re already a bad influence on Y/N!” He shook his head playfully. Will, the stuffed lion just stared back at him.

I finished eating my two cookies and went to eat another but Billy pulled the container farther away. “No more cookies till we eat something. I think we’ll make that another rule on the list: If you want a cookie you gotta ask me first. I don’t want you eating too much sugar.”

I sighed, “Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?”

“Because if they’re one thing everyone knows, it’s that sugar and kids don’t mix well. I don’t want you running around the house on a sugar rush.”

“But I’m not a kid! I can eat a cookie if I want to. Plus I don’t want a ton, I just want another one. Will said it was okay,” I began reaching again.

“Will is not in charge here, I am. We’ll eat dinner and then you can have one more.” Billy opened the tallest cabinet and put them away.

I whined a bit but listened to his stupid rule. I grabbed a bag and began unpacking some more. After that it there wasn’t much to put away. The household chore of putting everything away seems sort of relaxing with Billy. As a team we put everything in the right spot and it felt sort of comforting seeing him do something so…regular.

“Okay,” Billy said as he eyed the kitchen. “We need to either cook something or make something for dinner because it’s getting late and I’m starving.”

“Getting late?” I looked over at the clock that had 6:30 displayed on it. “What are you 80?”

Billy smirked, “What’s your bed time again?”

I crossed my arms, “Not late enough.”

He crossed his arms mimicking me, “Y/N, what time is it?”

I sighed uncrossing my arms, “It’s 9…stupidly.”

“Yes it’s 9. So we need to get something to eat before before heading to bed.”

For once he had a good idea.

“Can you cook?” I asked him.

“I can make…certain dishes…like breakfast foods.” Billy shrugged. “How about you?”

“I only know like three dishes and we don’t have the time to cook them.”

“It’s a good start. At least we know we won’t starve,” Billy smiled causing me to smile as well. “But I think after the day we’ve had we deserve some pizza.”

I immediately lit up. “YES!”

And there we sat on the couch, slice of pizza in our hands, watching tv. Billy’s arm that wasn’t holding a slice of pizza was wrapped around my shoulders. It’s comforting to have that safety and security.

~~~

And that’s all for now! Click the link at the top to read more! I really hope you enjoy this chapter! Next chapter will have Little! Eddie and Little! Reader causing chaos for Steve and Billy!😁😆

[ikkosu]

Okay so imma unload all these questions ever since I saw the second comic of the Yuri: How did Kan got her eye patch? Is it permanent or will it just be a scar?

Who employed the detective to go after the murderer? One of the family victims? Or other?

Is there a reason particular for the killings? Is it related to Kan's personality or more like her job? Has she ever killed before she got employed at the group?

When is she gonna break?

Does Kan has a particular reason to work in the company? Or just financially?

Are there any side characters that might evolve further the relationship or dynamics between the two?

these are all good questions omg 😭😭 I don’t really want to spoil a lot of the lore. I was hoping to gradually ease it out in mini comics but I’ll answer it the best I can!

How did Kan got her eye patch? Is it permanent or will it just be a scar?

^^ I think you’re referencing that one panel where’s she’s looking down. It’s actually an artistic element I wanted to bring out the other shade of her eye, and her distraught expression and also a foreshadowing for something later on 😭 sorry for not making this clear

Who employed the detective to go after the murderer? One of the family victims? Or other?

Mesa is an independent detective. She’s sluggish, socially inept and very disorganized. So when she’s sorting out her cabinet files she comes across a cold case dated years back, unsolved by the local police officials. Skimming through the contents, it’s about a secretary who was murdered while on her shift at the UCN. Complicated stuff. She’s set on her sights to continue it.

Is there a reason particular for the killings? Is it related to Kan's personality or more like her job? Has she ever killed before she got employed at the group? Does Kan has a particular reason to work in the company? Or just financially?

Kan kills for revenge. I would say she’s charming, too. But charming in a way it’s traditional. In Khmer culture, being soft spoken + a calm demeanor is widely admired in young women. So while Kan doesn’t speak much and strolls along the halls like a ghost, everyone, especially the older folks likes her. I’d doubt she enjoys having a casual chat with people, though. Her first kill? A certain secretary.

When is she gonna break?

She’s kind of out of it already? But it gets worse towards the end.

Are there any side characters that might evolve further the relationship or dynamics between the two?

To be honest, I never really paired up Mesa and Kan explicitly in the story. I just like the dynamic (doomed yuri) so I kind of shipped them in a way? Mesa’s love interest is a bubbly journalist, Ayalis, who’s rooked in on this whole affair. She somehow gave her the papers Mesa has never gotten her greedy hands on, so that’s all it took for her to botch a spot as the sidekick. But the main focus is Mesa’s and Kan’s relationship.

While, Kan. I’m not really pairing this up with her — but I like the contrast of her personality (calm, cunning) to the daughter’s CEO Evine. (explosive and brash). They’re both close because the CEO basically tells Kan to watch her like a gaurd dog, given they’re not only involve gangs but also mafia dealings. Quick doodles of their height

Kan is quite short but she is the strongest out of the three. And here’s a quick doodle of Aya (left) and Evine (right)

At some point Ayalis would have some complications when she stumbles upon Kan’s line of sight. Something she shouldn’t have done. And Evine? She’s, uh, doomed from the start.

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Chapter Seven (Part 3)

The sun has already begun its descent behind the horizon when we all sit down to eat at three o’clock. These later December days are so short that sometimes I wonder why the sun bothers to show up at all, and why not just give up its teasing and go away altogether until it’s ready to stay and commit to a decent amount of daylight. 

The candles in the centre of the table flicker and dance in the fading light and the lights on the christmas tree twinkle, and the sight is so cosy and festive that I suppose I don’t really mind all that much about the dusk. Uncle Sean sails out of the kitchen carrying the huge roasted turkey fit for ten, and everyone applauds with delight as he smiles as though he’s the one who slaved over it all morning. He places it right in the middle of the table surrounded by the roasted carrot batons and the crispy roast potatoes, parsnips, mash, brussels sprouts, homemade yorkshire puddings, ham studded with cloves, gallons of gravy and bread sauce, so much food that one might think it’ll last for days, but it will be gone in an hour.

Granny makes us say a prayer in thanks for the food, and the minute we’ve finished Conor and Decky start lunging for it, taking heaping spoonfuls of mashed potatoes, great big hacks of meat and drowning it all in gravy while Aunty Catriona stares at them like they’re wild animals at the zoo. 

“Leave some for the rest of us, please.” she says to them and Uncle Sean laughs. “Sure they’re growing boys, Cat, leave them at it.”

“They’re gone past growing, sure they’re twenty six and twenty three.”

“G’way, Catriona.” Says Conor with a mouthful of honey roasted ham. “There’s plenty for us all.”

Sean turns to Fabiana next to him as the food makes the rounds of the table. “Bread sauce, love?” He says, holding up the jug, and she pulls a disgusted face and shakes her head, and as he passes it over her to granny, Fabiana looks over at me with a little, secretive smile. I grin back, pleased that she’s chosen me as an ally among the chaos of this family dinner. 

Somebody opens a bottle of red wine and she reaches for it and then bends over the table and starts pouring it into my crystal glass, the ones that only come out of the cabinet on Christmas day. I feel my mam’s eyes on me as I have a drink from it. 

It’s a while before anyone tries to speak, our mouths all full of food as we ravage what’s on the table. I’m so hungry now that I can’t think of anything else, the food tasting a thousand times more delicious because of how long I’ve waited for it. 

“So Michael, how’s the new job going?” Catriona says to my dad eventually, once her plate is about three quarters of the way finished. “I know you were let go from your previous one recently.”

“Going grand.” He says, patting the corners of his mouth with a cloth napkin, his movement a little bit slow and sloppy. “I work nights now in the factory, worse conditions, I suppose, but better money. No big change from the last place to be honest… we make catheters now.”

“Ah, I suppose you’ll take what you can get. That’s how the economy is these days.”

A pause. “And how’s the love life, Cat?”

“Well actually I amn’t seeing anyone at the moment.”

“Oh right. What happened to yer man?”

“Who?” Says Sean, and my dad waves his fork around at aunty Catriona, searching for the right name. 

“The fella from accounting at her work.” He settles on eventually, and she rolls her eyes and goes back to her food. 

“Not seeing anyone.” She repeats. I take a large glug of the red wine. 

“That’s a pity, sure we were all hoping for some news about more grandkids.” My mam elbows him in the arm, and he looks at her in surprise. “What?” 

“Dad and Fabiana are already having another baby, did you not know that?” Says Decky. “She’s seven months pregnant, like.” 

“Ah yeah but sure like…” He trails off, and I feel hot with embarrassment of him already, as clearly he’s already had a few drinks too many. His eyes are watery and heavy. I drain the end of my wine glass and Fabiana immediately fills it again. 

“Anyone tried the brussels sprouts?” Says granny. “They’re especially delicious this year.” 

“No, brussels sprouts are sick.” Says Conor. 

“They’re very healthy for you.” Attempts Fabiana and he immediately rolls his eyes at her. 

“Yeah, alright. Can we talk about something else?” I stiffen and look from Conor to Decky, Fabiola to Sean. Clearly something is not right in their family this Christmas, and I wonder how the boys really feel about their father dating a woman young enough to be their sister. I watch her face fall and the way that she goes back to picking at her food with a bent head. 

“Tell your granny about school.” Sean says to his youngest son then, and Conor regards him with total incredulity.

“I’m graduated, dad.” 

“Are you? Weren’t we at that yoke in your university only last month?”

“Yeah. My graduation ceremony.”

“Oh right, yeah.” 

“I’m working with the county council now.”

“Forgot about that.”

The only sounds at the table are the scraping of silverware against the plates. I take another long drink from my glass and instantly Fabiana is wielding the bottle again. I have a feeling she’s going to have me drink the whole thing, wishing it could be her instead. 

“Fabiana.” I say softly. “You’ve got to slow down. I have a hard time saying no to people.” 

“Just a bit.” She says, and then to my horror, all eyes are on me as my mam starts a fresh tirade. 

“Since when do you drink?” She says accusingly into the silence. 

“Um. I don’t know.” I say feebly, feeling like a child caught rotten doing something against the rules. 

“She’s drank for years.” Decky pipes up unhelpfully. “Remember I saw you drinking cans of cider outside Kennedy’s pub in town after you and your friends weren’t allowed in. What age were you then? Must have been fifteen.” He’s laughing because he thinks he’s told a funny anecdote, but he has no idea how tone deaf it is. I stare at him in disbelief. What is going on at this dinner table? How did he think that was an okay thing to say? My mother’s eyes narrow at me. 

“I’m eighteen.” I squeak. “I can drink if I want to.”

“Is this what you’re doing up there in Dublin?” She demands. “Up in those pubs drinking away all of your money?”

“No, mam. I’m not like that.”

“I’m disappointed.” She says, and then looks from me to my father with a resigned look on her face, and I know what she’s thinking. That I’m going to end up just like him, stuck to the bar in some pub all weekend until I get carried out by the bouncers and tossed into a taxi only to crash into the house at two in the morning and fall asleep on the couch until noon. Going from work to the drink and then back again in this endless, drunken spiral. 

“There’s something about women who drink.” She announces to the table. “I think there’s nothing worse, nothing less attractive than that. You know, when you see a man, messy drunk, stumbling on the streets, it’s bad enough, but when it’s a woman it’s a hundred times worse.”

“That’s sexist.” I say to her. 

“It isn’t.”

“Why?”

“Because it isn’t the same, and I don’t appreciate this new bolshy attitude you have. Where are you picking up all these notions?”

“You can’t just say ‘it isn’t’ and then not have any reason why. That’s the definition of a double standard.”

“Well it’s my opinion. What do you lads think when you see drunk women out on the street on a Saturday night?” She closes in on my cousins who look at each other and shrug, mumbling incoherencies. 

“You wouldn’t go out with someone who did that, would you?” 

“Uh I dunno.” Decky says. “Depends.” 

I feel a horrible lump in my throat and my chest hurts. I hurt. I take a steadying breath before I speak in case I cry. “Are you saying that’s the reason you think that I…” I trail off, too humiliated to finish my sentence. 

She looks into my face then, wavering slightly but not backing down. “Boys don’t like girls who drink.”

I look at my father, drunk at three in the afternoon, lazily eating his dinner without bothering to close his mouth all the way. “So they like girls who enable their drinking instead, right?” I say and when her face falls I realise it’s too late to take the words back. They’re out there, filling the room with this dreadful, grim weight, but I continue anyway, throwing my hand up in the direction of my dad. “Is this what you want for me?” I ask her. There isn’t a sound from anyone at the table, not even a clink of glass against the delft, and my mother just opens her mouth and closes it again. I get up from the table in a hurry, the chair scraping against the floor. I throw my napkin onto my plate and rush out of the room and up the stairs towards the bedroom that granny has made up for me. 

“Does anyone want the Christmas pudding?” I hear her murmur to the table, before I shut the door behind me. 

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[sarahisgay01]

Sub!Robin with a Short Dom!Reader ?

I got you😊💖

Shortstack

Sub!Robin x Short Dom!Reader

(reader is a bit mean in this, but is super sweet at the end)

MINORS DNI (18+ Only!!!)

When people look at you, the first thing they see is your height. People constantly tease you about it, especially your girlfriend Robin, who is six inches taller than you. She found out quickly that her being taller than you meant nothing to you, just because you’re short, doesn’t mean you don’t have power. You were the dominant one, you gave her orders, you were the boss of her. People always assume that she’s the dominant one in the relationship, but oh how she submits to you. All it takes is a look and she melts like ice cream on a hot day. You love to embarrass her in front of all of your guys’ friends.

You and Robin are hanging out at Steve’s house, with him, Eddie, and Nancy. You’re all watching a movie, then you decide you want a snack. You go to the kitchen, but realize the snack you want is on a high shelf that you can’t reach. Sliding your feet back to the living room with your head down, you walk over to Robin and whisper to her, “Baby, can you come help me in the kitchen, please?” She nods and gets up to help you. Both of you walk into the kitchen, then she asks, “You okay, angel?” and you reply “Mhmm, just need your help.” Robin looks at you and says, “Uhhh- okay. What’s up?” You look down and mumble, “Can’t reach the chips.” She’s trying to hold in her laugh as she opens the cabinet and grabs the chips you want with ease. Handing them to you, she says “Here you go shortstack” and giggles. You pull her down by the hem of her shirt and say “Don’t forget who’s in charge here, Robin.” She quietly whimpers and says “S- Sorry, I’ll- I’ll behave, I’m sorry (Y/N).” You grin and say, “That’s what I thought, if you misbehave I have no problem embarrassing you in front of everyone, remember that, sweetheart.” She quietly whimpers again and says, “(Y/N), please, no. Please don’t.” You reply, “Then be a good girl and behave” and she says “I will, I’ll be a good girl, (Y/N).” You hear Steve yell from the living room, “You two okay?” and Robin yells back “Yeah, we’ll be back in a sec, dingus!” You pull Robin back down, more gentle than before and give her a kiss. Then you smile and you have your chips in one hand, your other grabs Robin’s hand, pulling her back into the living room. When you both return, Steve looks at the two of you and says “Everything okay?” you reply, “Mhmmm everything’s okay. Right, sweetheart?” Robin says, “Yeah, everything’s okay. (Y/N) just needed to ask me something.” Steve nods and focuses his attention back to the movie. When it ends, you feel Robin’s hand tug on your shirt. You look at her and she’s staring at you her puppy dog eyes. You’re aware of what she’s asking and you whisper, “We’ll leave soon baby, I promise.” She smiles and nods, then you both zone back into the conversation happening around you, after you both hear your names. Robin says, “What are you guys talking about?” and Nancy says, “They’re trying to decide who’s the strongest between the three of us.” Then Nancy rolls her eyes and says, “It’s obviously Robin. If she weren’t as clumsy, she’d be able to beat the shit out of people. (Y/N) and I aren’t weak, we just aren’t as strong as Robin.” You look at Robin and say, “Do you think you’re stronger than Nance and I?” and she hesitantly responds “I mean, maybe. I think Nance has a point with the clumsiness argument, if I weren’t as clumsy, I think I’d be stronger.” Nancy replied, “That’s just what I think though.” Steve says, “(Y/N) is the shortest, which make me believe that she wouldn’t be the strongest.” Eddie says, “Yeah, Harrington, I agree. We’re not saying you’re weak, (Y/N), we just think Robin and Nance are stronger.” You say, “Mhmmm. I disagree, but that’s just my opinion. It’s not like I have anyone who can prove that just because I’m short, doesn’t mean I can’t overpower someone.” Robin’s face and demeanor changed, before anyone could ask anymore questions, she made up an excuse to leave. She said, “(Y/N), I’m not feeling well. Can we head back to your house? I think the walk there and fresh air might help.” You say “Sure, sweetheart” and you both say goodbye to Steve, Eddie, and Nancy. Then you and Robin start to walk to your house. It’s a short five minute walk, but neither you nor Robin said anything the entire way there. It was silent until you two approached your driveway.

Robin stood in the empty driveway and asked, “Uhhh- (Y/N), where are your parents?” You respond, “Oh, did I not tell you? They’re on a business trip for the next couple days. I have the whole house to myself.” Her mouth drops as you walk away and up to your front door to unlock it. As soon as you both step inside your house, you look at Robin and tell her, “Upstairs, on my bed, now. You’ll wait patiently on my bed. Do you understand?” She whimpers and says “Y- Yes, (Y/N). I- I understand.” Then Robin quickly moves up the stairs. You put your keys in the bowl next to the door and lock the front door again. Your brain keeps reminding you of what Robin said, that she thinks she’s stronger than you and you’re going to prove to her how wrong that statement is. You make your way up the stairs and stand in the doorway of your bedroom. Robin is sat on the edge of your bed, knees together, feet flat on the floor, and hands folded in her lap. She looks at you and says, “(Y/N), I uh- I’m-”, but you interrupt her as you walk in your room, then shut the door. You say, “No talking, unless you are asked a question or I tell you to speak. Do you understand?” Robin whimpers and says, “I understand.” You say, “Finally you decide to be a good girl, let’s see how long you can be one. Come here.” Robin quickly gets up and stands close to you, then you push her up against your bedroom door. You say, “Why’d you want to leave so quickly, Rob? Answer my question.” Robin stutters, “I uh- I got nervous.” You reply back, “Why’s that, baby?” and she says, “It sounded like you were about to say something.” A grin appears on your face and you say, “Oh! Something like the scenario we have right here. The fact that I just effortlessly pushed you up against my door. Imagine if they saw you like this, so weak, so submissive. You’re lucky I didn’t do this right in front of them, prove to them that I’m stronger than you. I’m going to ask the question again, do you think you’re stronger than me?” Robin says, “No, no, no. (Y/N), you’re stronger than me. You’re much stronger than me.” You say, “Mhmmm. God if they saw you like this, being ordered around like a dog, so powerless, I wonder what they’d think. Maybe I should call them, the phone’s right over there, you know. If you’re so strong, why don’t you stop me from getting it, Robin. Hmmm?” She says, “(Y/N), please don’t! Please don’t!” Tears start to form in her eyes and you say, “If you’re obedient and listen to everything I tell you, I won’t. You get one warning and you’re lucky you get that. What do you say?” She whimpers, “Th- Thank y- you, (Y/N).” You say, “Good girl, sweetheart. Now strip for me, all your clothes off.” Robin takes off all her clothing off quickly, she wants to be your good girl and she knows you weren’t joking when you said you’d call everyone over.

When she finishes, you say, “Mmmm that sweet body, it’s all mine, isn’t it, Rob?” She says, “It’s all yours (Y/N), all of me is yours.” You reach your hand up and pull down her bottom lip with your thumb, you say, “Who do you belong to, sweetheart?” then you release her lip. She says, “You, (Y/N). I belong to you. You own me.” Praising her, you say “Good girl, Rob. Now take off my clothes.” She nods and starts taking off your clothes until you’re completely naked in front of her. You say, “So obedient for me. Now, be a good girl and go lay your ass on the bed.” Robin does what you ordered and you walk over to your bed, positioning yourself on top of her. You kiss her lips lightly and then bite down on her bottom lip, eliciting a moan from her. Her moans are like music to your ears, music that you want to continue listening to on repeat, so you say “You are allowed to moan, but no begging for anything unless I ask. Do you understand?” She says, “Y- Yes, (Y/N)” and then you start to kiss down to a tender spot on Robin’s neck. You latch your lips onto it and then suck harshly. She moans out, “Fuck (Y/N)!” as you leave a dark bruise from your lips on her neck. You move up to her ear and whisper, “I love when you moan my name, sweetheart.” Then you lightly bite her ear lobe and she quietly moans into your ear. You grin as you move down to her chest and suck a couple more dark bruises on her body. Then you move to one of her nipples and bite it. She loudly moans out “(Y/N) Fuck” as you kiss it and start to flick it with your tongue. One of her hands tries to grab your hair, but you take both her hands and pin them over her head. You say, “If you’re so strong, sweetheart, try and touch me right now. Try it, Rob and see what happens.” She doesn’t move her hands, she just stares at you and whines. Next, you say, “No touching me, do you understand?” She whimpers and mumbles, “I understand.” You grin and say, “Good girl, baby”, then move over to her other nipple, giving it the same attention. When you’re done, you move to sit on your heels in between her legs. You look at her pussy and say, “So wet for me baby. You want me to touch you, sweetheart?” She whines, “Please” and you respond, “Beg for it, Rob. Beg for me to touch you. Beg.” Robin says, “(Y/N), please touch me! Please! I need you to touch me, please! Please, (Y/N)!” You grin and say, “Hmmm, I’m not satisfied, get on your knees and really beg me, sweetheart.” She gets off the bed and you move to sit on edge with your legs wide open.

She looks at you and you point to the area in between your legs, you say “Beg.” You watch as she falls to her knees and she starts to drool because she’s so close to your pussy. Robin knows that you want her to break your rule, that you want her to touch you, so with all her will power, she makes eye contact with you. She stares you in your eyes and begs you to touch her. Your grin appears back on your face as you say “Imagine if everyone saw you on your knees, begging for me to touch you. Do you think they’d still think you’re strong?” She whines and says “N- No, (Y/N). You’re- You’re stronger.” You say, “Good girl, sweetheart. You can get back on the bed now.” She quickly gets off her knees and moves to the center of the bed. You move to position yourself in between her legs and look up at her through your lashes. She makes eye contact with you and you remind her, “Remember, no touching me, sweetheart. You touch me and you will be punished.” Robin nods her head and you lightly kiss her clit. Her hips buck from the light touch and she throws her head back. You flatten your tongue and lick from the bottom of her entrance, back up to her clit. Robin’s wetness is all over your tongue and you hum in pleasure. You say, “Mmmm you taste so sweet, baby.” She whines, then you point your tongue and apply pressure on her clit. You move your tongue in tight circles and she moans “Fuck (Y/N), feels so good!” Her legs start to shake and she says “Close! I’m close, (Y/N)!” Then you move your head back and she loudly whines. You take your thumb and rub a couple tight circles on her clit and right before she’s about to cum, you take your hand away. Tears start to fill her eyes and you say “Aw poor baby, are you going to cry? Imagine if everyone saw you crying because I won’t let you cum.” You say sarcastically, “They’d think you’re so strong then, huh?” and her tears start to fall as she whines. The teasing continues for 30mins and by the end, she’s sobbing. You tell her “If you want to cum so badly sweetheart, then beg me for it. Use your words for me, baby.” She practically screams, “(Y/N), please! I need to cum! Please let me, please! I’ll let you do whatever you want to me, please just make me cum!” You grin and say, “Whatever I want?” and she replies, “Whatever you want! Just please let me cum, (Y/N)!” You position your head back between her legs and lick her clit rapidly, up and down. Robin screams out “Fuck yes, thank you (Y/N)!” as she gets close to her orgasm. When she cums, Robin screams out your name so loud, you swear the neighbors could hear.

You continue licking her clit rapidly and then shove two fingers inside her aching entrance. She moans loudly as she feels them inside her, you start to move them in rhythm with the movements of your tongue. Robin’s hands are white knuckling the sheets on your bed and you feel her walls start to clench around your fingers. She screams, “Close! I’m close!” Seconds later, your name leaves her mouth again as she cums all over your fingers. Your tongue and fingers switch positions, you put your tongue inside her, tasting her sweet cum. You start to move your fingers in fast tight circles and her legs are spasming out of her control. Your fingers on her clit speed up and you feel her walls clench around your tongue. Robin’s moans are becoming more broken and she moans “Cl-ose, gonna c-um!” She came right on your tongue and you hummed in pleasure. You remove your tongue, but slide your two fingers back inside her entrance. She moans and you start to slowly finger her, then move your head up close to her. You say, “You taste so good Rob” and kiss her while your fingers are deep inside her. Robin moans into your mouth as you continue fingering her, but you start to pick up your pace.

Her walls clench around your fingers again and you said “Cum for me sweetheart.” A few seconds later she cums on your fingers again. You take your fingers out of her and start to rapidly rub her clit, she whines “Too much, (Y/N)!” Tears begin forming and you said “I thought you wanted to cum sweetheart?” and Robin replies “Too much!” You fake pouted and said, “Aw poor baby. Too bad you said I could do whatever I want to you.” Her whole body starts shaking and her moans are only broken now, words no longer exist to her. Robin came again, screaming out a moan. You say, “You think you can do one more for me baby? I think you’re strong enough to do one more for me.” Then you put your fingers back inside her, knuckle deep and she whimpers. You continuously hit her special spot until her walls clench and she cums. This time, Robin’s mouth hung open, her eyes were rolled back, her entire body shook and spasmed, as she came all over your fingers. You kept your fingers inside her, then kissed her forehead. After about a minute, you slipped your fingers out and she whimpered at the emptiness. She watched as you took your cum soaked fingers and slipped them into your mouth. You said, “Fuck, you taste so good Rob” and then kissed her, swirling your tongue with hers. She hummed at the taste of her own cum and when you released from the kiss, you plopped down next to her. She whined and tears started rolling down her face as she went to touch you, but remembered she couldn’t. You realized and said, “Aw baby! You can touch me now, come here sweet girl. It’s okay.” Robin knows you only call her sweet girl when she’s upset, so she immediately comes over to you and curls into your body.

You hold her and say, “It’s okay, baby. I’m right here, I’m right here.” One of her hands is placed on your bare stomach and you take one of your hands to grab it. With your other hand, you run your fingers through her hair, calming her down. You ask in a shy tone, “Was I too mean, baby?” and she mumbles “little.” You kiss the top of her head and say, “I’m sorry, sweet girl. I love you so much, okay? How about I draw you a bath, does that sound good?” She hums a “Mhmmm” and then sits up to give you a kiss on the cheek. You sit up and say in a caring tone, “Is it still too hard for you to speak, baby? It’s okay if it is.” She nods and you say “Okay, sweet girl. I’m going to go start your bath, then I’ll come get you. I know you can’t walk, so I’ll carry you.” You watch her nod and then you leave to go draw her a bath. After everything in the bathroom is situated, you come back into your room and lift Robin up, then carry her to the bathroom. You gently place her into the bath tub and you say, “Let me take care of you sweet girl.” She smiles and says, “Okay, my cute shortstack of pancakes.” Then you splash her and giggle, “I hate you” and she responds, “No, you love me.” You smile and reply, “I hate when you’re right”, then she smiles and gives you a kiss on the cheek.

I hope you liked this!!😊💖

[king-crawler]

TO ADD ON TO YOUR WBTI RANT. It absolutely obliterated our chances at a third movie, a show, pretty much any extra WIR content FOREVER. On top of just being a generally awful film, it destroyed future worldbuilding by established a weird, bastardized canon that disney couldn't/wouldn't retcon or otherwise "take back" to return to and build on the first film's lore/setting. Ever since it dropped, disney has straight up abandoned the IP. It makes me so mad 😡

Yeah you’re completely right :( there’s no recovering from it and they’re likely totally done with Wreck-it Ralph. Unless they make shorts or something..☹️

The only thing Theoretically possible is if they made a series of “villain origin stories” shorts for a bunch of IPs and they eventually got to Wreck-it Ralph :]c

In that there’s still some potential to expand upon the arcade. I want to know how Turbo took over Sugar Rush, and did people like him before Roadblasters or was he a jerk? I’m also really curious about his interactions with Felix and Ralph because they were basically Cabinet Neighbors

But at the rate Disney is going. My hopes are Not very high. Also Turbo is Not very marketable LOL one time he was redesigned to look less scary in a WIR kids book forever ago. And there he looks like some weird AI-generated Minecraft chicken (I have a feeling they Don’t Like Him.)