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[enviedear]

stay, little valentine, stay ｡𖦹° jason todd

🎧ྀི your roommate makes the fateful mistake of passing you, his roommate, off as his girlfriend to his boundary ignorant family. now the both of you are tasked with maintaining a faux romance for the entirety of a dinner at wayne manor—simple enough, right?

wc 4.2k | roommate!jason, lowercase intended, fem!reader, brief mention of booze, cursing, mutual pining, two idiots fake dating…truly what more can i say (a lot, so). please, enjoy my 'funny little valentines' day special ᯓᡣ𐭩

“there’s not enough room in the freezer for the ice trays. either move your booze or enjoy an ice free apartment,” your voice is tinged with annoyance as you stare down your long-term roommate.

he’s laid back on the shared couch, right cushion side, staring back at you with a impish grin on his face, “or, you could finally throw out that cake you bought for your ‘promotion’ party. since, the fuckin’ promotion never happened and it takes up half of my freezer.”

“our freezer.” you add. “and fuck you, i could still get that promotion any day now. i can always unfreeze it—good as new.”

jason seems to be beginning to tune you out as your eyes drift to a new letter on the fridge, stuck on with an ‘i hate gotham’ magnet. the print is fancy, cursive, bold black ink—YOU’RE INVITED—it reads.

“what are we invited to?” you ask, ice tray debacle not at all at the forefront of your mind now. not when you can tell your roommate’s got an invite from his estranged past guardian, none other than bruce wayne.

he hums a reply at first, still zeroed in to the rerun of some prison show. when he finally picks up on your question he sours, visibly, “some idiotic anniversary dinner for dick and kori. we’re not going, you weren’t even invited.”

you pout, “i want to go! why can’t we go?”

jason’s got a stern look on his face now, and you’ve always found it so unnerving how quickly he musters it up—usually so relaxed in your shared domain.

“we’re not going because i told a lie, and if we show up…everyone will know.” he groans, “just drop it, i need a little more time to ride this out.”

suddenly more intrigued, you prance over to him on the couch, flopping down beside him, “a lie?”

“don’t. just drop it.” he huffs at the obvious annoyance on your face, “it’s just stupid.”

“c’mon, we know all of each others ‘stupid’ shit. what was the lie, todd?” you’re being genuine, riddling your appeasement with a sweetly sardonic tone.

finally, after a good minute of staring at a very completive jason, he cracks, “i might have alluded to being in a relationship with you.”

your smile cracks before he even finishes his admission, oscillating between confusion and sheer giddiness—trying to halt the part of your brain that wants to imagine a life where a relationship isn’t such a laughable idea.

you curl your lips to stifle your last giggles before looking back up at him, “why?”

jason shifts in his seat, clearly uncomfortable with the question. his eyes dart away from yours, finding sudden interest in the television screen, "bruce kept...asking about my life here. if i was settling in, if i was happy." he runs a hand through his dark hair, "and then, all the others got involved, asking to set me up with people. i needed them to stop asking. and you-" he pauses, scratching the back of his neck, "you were the most believable option.”

you stare at him, unblinking, trying to process his words. "most believable option…” you repeat slowly, testing how the phrase feels on your tongue. a warmth spreads across your chest-whether from flattery or something else entirely, you're not quite sure. "so, what? think i can’t pretend to be your girlfriend for a dinner?" the idea sends an unwelcome flutter through your chest. you curse yourself.

jason's expression shifts, a mix of surprise and something else you can't quite read. "you'd do that?" he asks, his voice carrying an unusual note of vulnerability.

"of course," you reply, trying to keep your tone light and casual. "what are roommates for? plus, free fancy dinner at wayne manor? count me in." you're aiming for nonchalance, but your heart is racing at the prospect.

jason's jaw clenches, a tell-tale sign of him thinking too hard, "it's not that simple. they'll know it's fake. bruce especially—dick and tim too—they’re too observant for their own good.”

"oh please," you wave off his concern, settling deeper into the couch cushions, "we've lived together for what, two years now? we already act like an old married couple anyway. i know your coffee order, you know my work schedule. we share groceries, we fight about ice trays—“ you gesture broadly to the kitchen, "it's practically method acting at this point."

he looks at you then, really looks at you, with an expression you can't quite read. "you'd really do that? pretend to be with me in front of my entire family?"

"of course i would," you say softly, nudging his shoulder with yours. "what are friends for if not to fake date each other to avoid awkward family dinners?" you try to keep your tone light, ignoring the way your stomach flips when he smiles at you that rare, genuine smile that makes his eyes crinkle at the corners.

"fine." he finally concedes, shrugging his shoulders, "but we need to get our story straight. no holes, no gaps—i figured we'd keep it close to the truth. roommates who gradually realized there was something more." he pauses, then adds, "the best lies are built on truth or some shit, right?”

you nod, and start crafting the imagined romance with jason. over the next hour, you both piece together your relationship timeline—how you first bonded over late night takeout after his patrols, the way you'd patch him up after particularly rough nights, and how somewhere between shared grocery runs and movie marathons, faux you fell for him. or him for you—the both of you can't agree on that just yet.

you try not to focus on how easy it is to imagine, how some of these made-up memories feel more like documentation rather than fabrication.

"okay, and when did we actually get together?" you ask, pulling your knees up to your chest, trying to ignore how invested you're becoming in this alternate reality.

"three months ago." jason answers quickly, too quickly, like he's already thought about this. "after that night I came home really beaten up, remember? you were so pissed at me for being reckless."

you remember that night vividly—how he ever thinks you could forget, you’re unsure.

him stumbling through the window at three in the morning, blood seeping through his stupid jacket. how your hands shook as you stitched him up, how quiet he was, how close his blanched face was to yours. you’d attributed the racing of your heart to fear, but now…not so much.

"yeah," you say softly. "that works."

the rest of the week flies by in a blur of preparation and anxiety, until suddenly it's the night of the dinner, and you're standing in front of your mirror, wondering if you've made a terrible mistake.

you're wearing a deep red-toned dress that hits just above your knee—something you'd bought on a whim (a fifty percent off sale) months ago and never found the right occasion for. jason had given it an approving nod when you'd shown him, which somehow makes you feel more nervous than reassured as you stare yourself down.

"ready?" jason's voice comes from behind you, and you turn to find him adjusting his tie in the hallway mirror. he looks…different. good different. the suit fits him perfectly, and you wonder briefly if alfred had something to do with that. the older man has a penchant for doting over your overgrown battling ram of a roommate.

"as i'll ever be." you manage, trying to keep your voice steady. "but, um, how convincing do you think we need to be?"

jason's eyes meet yours in the mirror, "enough to fool the world's greatest detective," he sighs, "and his army of protégés." he turns to face you properly, and something in his expression softens, but he looks away too quickly for you to discern, "you look really pretty."

"thanks." you mumble, fiddling with your clutch. "so do you. very…boyfriend."

he laughs, but it sounds slightly strained. "that's the idea, isn't it?" he offers his arm to you, "shall we?"

the drive to wayne manor is muted. jason's knuckles are white on the shifter, and you find yourself reaching over to place your hand over his without thinking. he startles slightly, but he doesn't pull away—even keeps contact as he switches gears.

"hey." you start softly, "we've got this. we know each other better than anyone, we live together. besides, what's the worst that could happen?"

jason sighs, his hand tightening slightly under yours. "you clearly don’t know how bruce and tim get at these things. anniversary or not, they'll smell blood in the water if we slip up."

"relax," you assure him, glancing out at the looming trees lining the driveway. "i doubt they’ll care about your relationship timeline when they’re busy fawning over how happy dick and kori are."

jason shoots you a look that clearly says 'don't tempt fate', but his grip on the wheel loosens slightly. "just…follow my lead. and if it gets too weird, we can always fake a medical emergency."

"that...is always an option." you grin, trying to ignore the way your stomach flips when he smiles back.

the manor looms up ahead, and as jason pulls up to the gate, you feel his hand squeeze yours briefly, almost indecipherable.

"last chance to back out." he murmurs.

you intertwine your fingers with his, ignoring the voice in your head that whispers how right it feels. "not a chance, todd. you're stuck with me."

the gates open, and as you drive up the winding driveway, you're unable to shake the feeling that you're about to cross a line you can't come back from. but with jason's hand so warm and relaxed in yours, you're not sure you want to.

jason parks the car in front of the house at the partition, "in case we need a quick exit." he shrugs.

"i think you're too worried, jason. i doubt they'll even question it. you said they wanted you dating anyway, i bet they'll just be happy." your voice is quiet, hand hovering in front of the doorbell.

he sighs, "you don't know these people, they question everything."

before you can reply or try to alleviate his doubts, the double doors fly open. you grab jason's hand in your own and pull him closer, just as alfred sets eyes on the pair of you.

alfred's eyes visibly brighten at the sight of both of you, his normally reserved expression softening into something fonder, "master jason," he greets, a ghost of a smile on his lips, "and miss, how lovely for you to be joining tonight. everyone is very excited to meet you, i fear my few stories were not enough to quell them."

you smile, a real genuine one too, "it's nice to see you again alfred! i hope we're not too late—jason decided to change his tie last minute."

alfred hums and beckons you both inside, "fashionable tardiness, miss. i assure you."

jason, hand now sweaty in yours, chuckles, "he's being nice since you're with me. he's usually irate by my lateness."

you shoot jason a pointed look as alfred continues. "master richard and miss kori have been eagerly awaiting your arrival. their anniversary dinner is a rare occasion they’ve pulled out all the stops for, you see."

jason grumbles something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like, overachievers.

the sound of multiple voices echos through from a room, and you feel jason's grip tighten slightly. you've heard stories about his family for years now—mostly complaints, occasionally fond remembrances, and everything in between during late night conversations over takeout.

"master bruce insisted on formal dining tonight." alfred mentions, though his tone suggests mild disapproval. you've learned over your visits that alfred much prefers when the family dines in the kitchen.

jason scoffs quietly, "because god forbid we eat somewhere comfortable." you squeeze his hand again, a silent reminder of your emergency exit strategy. two years of living together has given you an extensive library of non-verbal communications.

the dining room, when you enter, is exactly as alfred has described it countless times—grandiose in a way that speaks to old money and older traditions. the table stretches long and elegant, set with what you recognize as the ‘good china’ alfred often mentions.

your muscles tense slightly as you finally notice all of the eyes on you—staring and studying—you have to think before you step.

bruce wayne rises first, and despite all of jason's stories, despite seeing him on tv and in newspapers, you're struck by his presence. "jason." he greets, then turns his attention to you. "we've all heard quite a bit about you from alfred, though significantly less from my son."

you feel jason's posture stiffen, but you're prepared for this. "oh, you know how jason is with sharing things." you say easily, the words flowing naturally after years of defending his privacy to nosy neighbors and concerned coworkers. "though, alfred's probably told you all my embarrassing stories by now."

dick grayson—exactly as handsome as the magazines suggest—breaks into a wide grin. "actually, alfred's been surprisingly tight lipped. just kept saying we should ask jason ourselves." his eyes sparkle with mischief. "which, of course, got us nowhere."

"some things don't need to be broadcast to the whole family." jason grumbles, but his thumb is mindlessly drawing small circles on your hand, a gesture you've learned means he's more comfortable than he's letting on. 

"oh, but this is so wonderful!" a melodic, cheerful voice chimes in, and you glance up to see koriand’r—kori to most—seated beside dick, her vibrant curly red hair catching the light as she smiles radiantly. "you must forgive us for prying, but jason does not often share such…delightful surprises."

"by 'us,' she means her." dick cuts in with a smirk, earning a playful nudge from kori.

"yes, and what of it?" she replies lightly, turning her attention fully to you. "you see, jason is like a tamaranian grisnek—so fierce and protective on the outside, but underneath, he is all kindness and loyalty. how could we not be curious about the person who has captured his heart?"

"great. glad we're all analyzing my personal life at the dinner table." jason mutters, though his hand stays on yours, his grip steady.

"do not be fooled," kori says in a whisper that is anything but subtle, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. "jason pretends to be irritated, but inside, i know he is glowing with happiness."

your lips twitch into a smile despite yourself, and jason sighs heavily, his shoulders sagging with mock defeat. "i think i'm gonna need another drink."

kori leans back, laughing softly, the sound warm and lilting, as she looks between you and jason once more. "you are lovely." she adds sincerely, her tone softening. "and jason could not have chosen better."

tim drake, who you've only seen in passing when he's stopped by your apartment to drop off miscellaneous ‘private’ documents, raises an eyebrow. "yes, it's all very sweet." he hums it almost, tone carefully neutral but eyes sharp, studying you.

"sweet indeed." you agree, letting some of your genuine fondness for jason color your voice. it's not hard to fake being in love with someone when you've spent two years memorizing their coffee order, patching up their wounds, and falling asleep on their shoulder during movie marathons. the hard part, you're starting to realize, might be pretending it's all pretend.

bruce barely looks up from his plate as he speaks again, cutting through your blissful thoughts of jason, “a shame i wasn’t aware you two were involved.”

jason tenses beside you, the muscle in his jaw ticking. “yeah, well. guess you don’t know everything, old man.”

bruce sets his fork down with deliberate slowness. his gaze flicks between the two of you, assessing, “i never said i did.” his voice is even, unreadable. “but you don’t bring people around often. that’s worth noting.”

jason scoffs, like he couldn’t care less, but there’s a flicker of something in his eyes—annoyance, unease, probably both.

jason’s hand finds yours under the table. it’s definitely not a calculated move, not a necessary nor obvious display for the act you’re putting on. it’s just—there. warm and solid, his fingers curling around yours like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

you don’t let go.

dinner progresses with a strange mix of tension and ease. You find yourself falling into natural conversation with dick about your work, while jason maintains a careful distance from bruce's attempts at engagement. still, his hand hasn't left yours, and you're starting to wonder if he's forgotten it's all for show.

"so—how did you two finally get together?" dick asks, leaning forward with genuine interest.

you exchange a quick glance with jason, settling into the story you've rehearsed. "it wasn't really some big dramatic moment," you say, the lie feeling uncomfortably close to the truth. "we just...realized we work."

jason picks up the thread smoothly, his thumb still tracing patterns on your hand. "she was patching me up after a rough night, mad at me for being so bruised," he says, and you can hear the genuine emotion in his voice. "and i just...i dont know—knew, i guess."

tim's watching you both with analytical eyes, and you wonder if he can see through the charade. "that tracks." he says finally. "you two have always been...close."

"speaking of close," dick interjects with a grin, "i think it's hilarious jason used to insist you were 'just roommates', and yet never went on any of the dates i set him up on. i should have known, really." there's a pout on his face, humourous.

you laugh, perhaps a bit too nervously, "well, we were. for a while." the irony of the statement isn't lost on you. you can see jason watching you from your peripheral, face stoic—but his eyes are soft. the way they watch over you, simply affectionate.

bruce, who's been quietly observing, finally speaks. "i'm glad jason has someone looking out for him," he says, and there's something in his tone that makes your heart ache. "he's always been...independent."

jason's grip on your hand tightens almost imperceptibly. "yeah, well, some things change." he mutters, but there's less bite in his words than usual.

the conversation shifts to safer topics—work, current events, alfred's latest culinary experiments. you find yourself relaxing despite the pretense, falling into familiar patterns of banter with jason, finishing his sentences, and sharing knowing looks.

it's during dessert that damian, who's been suspiciously quiet, finally speaks up. "you're good for him," he declares with all the authority of a youngest sibling. "he's less annoying when you're around."

jason chokes on his tiramisu, and you pat his back automatically, the gesture so natural you don't even think about it. "thanks, damian!" you say, fighting back a smile. "i think."

as the evening winds down and dinner ends, you find yourself in the manor's vast library, having wandered away from the group for a moment of quiet. besides, you feel somewhat redundant against their coded phrases and stories. jason finds you, as he always does.

"hey." he speaks softly, coming to stand beside you. "you doing okay?"

you turn to face him, suddenly very aware of how close he is. "yeah, i'm good. your family's...intense, but nice. just like you said."

he laughs quietly, but there's something different in his eyes. "you're amazing, you know that? playing along with all this. you didn't have to."

"i wanted to." you admit, and it feels dangerous how true those words are. "besides, what are fake girlfriends for?"

jason's looking at you with an expression you can't quite read, and for a moment, you think he might say something more. but then dick's voice calls from somewhere far off in the house and the moment gaps.

"we should head back." jason says, but he doesn't move. "before they send a search party."

you nod, trying to ignore the way your heart is racing. "yeah, we should."

but neither of you moves, caught in this strange liminal space where pretend and reality blur, and you're no longer sure which is which. even less sure if you hunger for dreams or waking existence—which is which? for a split second, you want to reach out. you desperately want to feel him—to possibly transfer the devotion you’re still too afraid to admit you harbor.

jason’s breath is staggered, coming out forced and shallow. his eyes, darker in the dim light, are flitting between you and the door—until he focuses in on you, fully. you’re too confused as to why he’s getting closer to you to react accordingly when his lips brush yours.

your first instinct is to furrow your brows, still confused. then, you kiss back. hungrily. confusion still fogs your mind, but nowhere near the way jason does. his lips are chapped, plump, and still tasting faintly of expensive dark liquor. his body cages you close him, hands respectfully at your shoulders. of course the only thing you can recognize is jason.

you err on the side respectfulness—opting to tug him closer by the tie. there’s a flash of the memory of him putting it on, and you can’t fight a small smirk from slipping onto your lips. jason must notice, because he finally breaks away to peer down at you.

“what?” he whispers, panting and staring down at your lips.

“what do you mean, what? we kissed.” you still feel giddy from his kiss, but reality begins to settle into you like a winter chill.

jason watches you closely, his expression a mix of smugness and unease, “hmmm—playing it dangerous.” he finally murmurs, shaking his head.

you arch a brow, feigning derision. “you say that to all the girls, todd?”

he exhales a laugh, raking a hand through his hair. “yeah,” he huffs. “that grand number of...you.”

before you can say anything, footsteps echo just outside the library's door. jason instinctively steps back, widening the space between you just as dick pokes his head in. “there you two are! we were about to send out a search party.”

you smile, pushing down the lingering tension. “sorry. just taking a little tour.”

dick’s gaze flickers between you and jason, a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “right. well, come on. we're playing charades—and bruce is actually smiling. you don’t want to miss that.”

jason groans, but he follows you and dick back back toward the others. his hand brushes against yours in the hallway, and for a second, you think he’s going to take it again. but he doesn’t. 

charades is winding down by the time you return, alfred putting away various dry erase boards and markers with the kind of efficiency only a butler can possesses.

kori beams when she sees you, reaching out to squeeze your hand. “lovebrids! you have returned!" she gestures to herself and grayson, "thank you for coming—we would like to extend our support to your relationship.”

jason lets out a little breath, like he wasn’t expecting that—like he isn’t sure what to do with the sincerity. “thanks, kori.”

bruce, too, seems slightly less intimidating now. “thank you for coming—you’re welcome here anytime, both of you.” he tells you, and it sounds like a rare offering.

something about it all settles in your chest, warm and unexpected. you’ve spent so much time being jason’s person in private—patching him up, watching his back, making sure he gets home in one piece—that it’s almost startling to have it acknowledged in front of everyone else.

goodnights and goodbyes come soon after, and tim catches jason by the elbow before the pair of you can walk out the door, pulling him aside for a hushed conversation. you linger near the doorway, talking with kori and dick, but you can’t help the way your attention keeps flickering back to jason.

when he finally returns to your side, his expression is unreadable. “ready to go?”

you nod, murmuring your goodbyes as you both step back into the night air. jason doesn’t say anything as he leads you back to the car, but his hands flex at his sides.

the drive back is quieter than before, the easy banter from earlier replaced with something heavier, something neither of you seems willing to touch just yet. jason’s grip is tight on the wheel, his jaw set, eyes fixed on the road.

it isn’t until you’re pulling into the familiar streets near your apartment that he finally speaks. “they bought it.”

you huff a quiet laugh. “yeah? i told you so.”

jason’s eyes flick to you for a fraction of a second before he exhales. “thank you, seriously. you were great.”

you glance at him, something warm curling in your chest. “we just make a good team.”

something glints in his expression, something hesitant, something aching. “yeah,” he agrees, voice quieter. “we do.”

the silence stretches between you as he parks the car. you unbuckle your seatbelt, but neither of you make a move to get out. stuck stagnant.

“so, this is was fake...” you murmur, more to yourself than to him.

jason’s fingers drum against the steering wheel, knuckles red. “yeah.”

you should leave it at that. you should forget the kiss. you should revert back to just his roommate. you should laugh it off, make some joke about how convincing you both were—but you don't—instead you say, “does it still feel fake to you? us...tonight?”

jason’s breath catches. for a long moment, he doesn’t answer. you almost let doubt seep in.

then, he turns, his eyes dark and searching. “god, no.”

your heart stutters in your chest, and you swallow hard, pulse roaring in your ears. “good. me neither.”

for a second, he just looks at you, like he’s waiting for you to take it back, to laugh it off. but you don’t, you won't. and when he leans in—slow, hesitant, like he’s giving you every chance to pull away—you don’t.

you decide to meet him halfway, instead.

writer’s note .☘︎ ݁˖ all of my thanks to the helpful, @sunnie-angel for being my beta reader for this fic! thank you again for your services—and your sweet comments on this little story, very very happy to have a moot like you !!!

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[adventremnant]

tips that aren't the same list from 2006

you know exactly what dumbass list I mean, and none of that shit is practical, it's giving uwu ana butterfly and we all know it

hi, I'm angel, I'm a nutrition major, and here are tips to keep yourself safe and hide your eating habits that actually make sense. this will not be in any particular order, but

avoid ketosis. i know, i know, you heard it burns fat faster! it also makes you smell like a dog rolled in sharpies and makes you stupid. i'm not kidding, you will be slow as fuck. avoid keto at all costs, carbs are better and healthier than being caught and dumb

take electrolytes and pay close attention to your potassium intake. if you neglect this, you will damage your heart and muscles and run the risk of having a heart attack. i use liquid IV because I have POTS and need the extra sodium, but that brand is also good for ED-havers because it has extra b vitamins

take ultra strength prenatal vitamins. they contain extra folate, fish oil, and dha, all of which are necessary to protect your heart and brain when you're not intaking much food.

For other supplements, I recommend Metamucil to keep your bowels going, iron, vitamin c packets (will make the iron absorb better, I personally use the +immunity ones), b-complex, calcium-magnesium-zinc, and vitamin d. Make sure the b-complex contains b-12. Feel free to send me an ask or dm me for dosages because some of these will depend on where you live geographically or what food you are eating.

find a protein shake you like. I'm a muscle milk bitch personally, but fairlife, premier, etc, are all good. make sure it isn't a meal replacement shake, and make sure it contains at least 20g of protein. these contain vitamins beyond protein that will help you stay healthy. the protein will also keep you full. i recommend using it as milk in coffee because the coffee will also suppress hunger and act as a mild laxative without harming the bowels. don't take your iron along with this, as dairy will hinder the absorption of iron.

don't take laxatives. you're going to give yourself IBD. maybe once a month as an extra cleanout you can do a little miralax, but the natural route is always better. regularly drink coffee and drink specifically senna green tea, they're both natural laxatives. the metamucil i recommend will also keep you going. if you need a bigger laxative effect, blend a whole peeled and seeded orange, a few inches of peeled fresh ginger, juice from a whole lemon, add a tsp each of cracked black pepper and turmeric, blend with coconut water until it's a thin smoothie consistency. drink that, you'll be good.

the best thing you can do for yourself is hide your behaviors behind health food gym girlie orthorexic behaviors. nobody takes orthorexia seriously and they encourage those behaviors. you can cut out whatever the hell you want if you're crunchy and healthy about it.

don't go too crazy about it. old tips would tell you to act like you loved food and it's really obvious. being obsessed with food and cooking is weird and obvious. don't talk about food constantly and make it your whole personality to try to hide, it's bizarre and one of the signs they tell parents to look out for. you have to be nonchalant. food is whatever. you like it, you have favorite meals, but you get tired of tastes quickly, you're picky about textures, you don't like it once it gets cold, etc. it's just fuel and it's meaningless to you. you eat for your health, not for pleasure.

high impact workouts like HIIT and running may not be the best idea. some studies show that high impact exercise stimulates hunger hormones in some individuals. pilates, ballet, and yoga are low impact, high results, and give a very desirable aesthetic. they're also quiet and can be done with a yoga mat and maybe a theraband.

get a job. get a hobby. join a sport. being out of your house as much as possible gives you the largest opportunity for excuses. oh my job catered lunch, oh there were snacks at practice, oh so and so brought something to the knitting circle. this can also be an opportunity to earn or save money (or swindle your mom out of cash by obtaining money for concessions at games and then only getting a diet coke)

if you control your own food, maximize your nutrition. salmon, tuna, sardines. kale, chard, spinach. beans, lentils. berries. protein pasta. pasture raised eggs. the fancy filtered fairlife milk. your body will hold out so much longer if you're keeping it fueled with proper vitamins and minerals.

track your food using cronometer - if someone sees it on your phone and asks, you have a perfect built-in excuse. oh, you don't care about the calories, but it tracks vitamin and mineral intake, and you're trying to make sure you're getting enough of those because you have, say, an iron deficiency or you're worried you're not getting enough omega-3s.

anorexic hair is really obvious. it's from malnutrition and stress. absolutely ensure you're getting enough omega-3s and other fats in your diet (avocados, eggs, oily fish, nuts like walnuts) to avoid the anorexia hair and the sallow, dry skin. this is also why i insist you take vitamin d, iron, vitamin c, a b-complex, and a pre-natal with folate and dha, those will also protect your hair and skin health. also make sure you're trimming dead ends, get a deep conditioner and/or bond repair treatment, do scalp massages, and if it does fall out, start using a mousse for volume and get a cut to maximize volume to hide it.

keep up your oral, skin, and nail health, too. these can also be obvious indicators. if you're taking the vitamins and keeping to the foods i'm recommending, it'll help, but make sure you're brushing and flossing, use the nasty brown listerine, a good dry skin lotion like curel, and a nail oil. keep your nails short if they start peeling, but if they're peeling, you need to take more vitamin d and iron, or you could have celiac disease.

there's no such thing as a broken metabolism, and you can't boost or slow down your metabolism. those are myths. the only way to make your bmr higher is to have more muscle.

extra tip: if you start fainting, tell people you have or think you have POTS. work smarter not harder.

[just-dreaming-marvel]

A Princess & Her Knight ~ 1

A PRINCESS & HER KNIGHT MASTERLIST

Word Count: 1,365ish

Summary: You take a midnight stroll around the garden, only to be caught by your father's most trusted knight.

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The moon was high and the night sky was clear as you snuck through the secret passageways of the castle. They were meant for emergency uses only, but ever since you were a young girl, you had used them to escape the confines of your chambers and explore the castle and the grounds surrounding it. Your father always kept plenty of knights around every exit of the passage, but you were still able to get past most of them.

Tonight, you were feeling a bit claustrophobic within the thick stone walls and you wanted to get out. You had successfully snuck past all the knights and into the garden. Most of the time, you would bring a book with you to take your mind off of whatever was weighing you down. Tonight you just wanted to let yourself think of it all.

You had heard the rumors floating around the castle. Your father was close to arranging a marriage for you. As princess, you knew that this was inevitable especially since you were in your twenties. You were also the heir to the throne, so you knew that the royal court was anxious to get you married into a good alliance and hurry and produce an heir of your own. You were the only child of the widower King. 

So you needed the garden to keep you calm and in the right headspace, especially when you knew that your life could change at any moment. You wandered the garden aimlessly, taking in the beauty of the night. You had no idea how long you were out there before you heard the familiar clank of armor. You sighed and rolled your eyes. All the knights wore the same armor but only one moved so stiffly that he made a different sound as he walked.

“Princess,” his tone was firm and serious, just as it always was.

“Sir Logan,” you greeted, continuing your walk.

He caught up quickly. “It is too late for you to be out, Princess, especially alone.”

“Oh, please, Logan, you know very well that I do this all the time.”

“And you know very well that you aren’t supposed to.” His large hand wrapped around your upper arm in a firm but gentle grip. “Let’s go.”

“Get your hand off of me!” You tried to pull free but you were not as strong as your father’s most trusted knight.

“Not a chance, your Royal Highness.” He drug you along towards one of the regular entrances to the castle from the garden. 

“Let me guess, you’re going to tattle on me in the morning?”

“The King must know that you are sneaking out again.”

“He knows. He knows everything and he doesn’t seem to care too much. I’ve been doing this for years.”

Logan grunted as he led you through the castle and back to your chambers. “I’ll make sure that Summers doubles the guard in the morning.”

“I’m so glad you care.” You tore your arm free finally. “And no thanks for anything, Sir Logan.”

Logan watched you as you slipped into your bedroom and slammed the door. Logan was your father’s favorite knight and the one who followed all the rules to a tea. Almost like he was afraid to break any. You were just grateful that he was in charge of watching over your father more than he was watching over you. 

~~~

“Hello, my dear,” your father greeted from behind his desk.

You smiled at him and walked around to press a kiss to his cheek. “Good morning, father.” You glanced at the hardened knight beside him. “Sir Logan.”

“Logan here was just telling me that he found you strolling the gardens last night. I saw the moon through my window before going to bed, it was beautiful.”

“It was. And the stars were shining so brightly.” You smirked as you noticed Logan clench his bearded jaw. “I wish you could have joined me, father.”

“Perhaps another night, my child, if you don’t mind pushing my wheelchair around.”

“You know that I never mind helping you.”

“Yes, my perfect daughter.”

“I’m sorry, your Majesty, but the Princess was out in the garden alone at night,” Logan finally cut in. “It is too dangerous for her to be doing that.”

“Right. Yes, dear, I’m afraid that Logan is correct. It is too dangerous for you to continue to do that.”

“But father—“

Your father silenced you just by raising a hand. “There is no arguing this I’m afraid. Your safety is always my number one priority and now that you are of age to marry, your safety is even more important. People will try to get to you to bargain for a marriage deal.” Your father hated watching your shoulders sink in disappointment. He never wanted to be the one to cause you pain, especially when it came to taking one of our greatest joys away. “There can be no more middle of the night rendezvous anymore. In order to over see this, I’m assigning a new knight to be your personal guard.”

“Who?”

“Logan.”

“What?” You and Logan both questioned.

“Yes, Logan will now oversee your protection. He is my most trusted knight and since he won’t take the head of the guard position, he will guard the most important person in my life.” Your father wheeled around the desk to you and gently took your hands. “I’m only doing this because I love you, my daughter.”

“I know, father,” you responded. “I love you too.”

“And you will listen to Logan?”

Your eyes flickered over to the tense man before landing back on your father. “Of course.”

“Good.” He gave your hands a little squeeze before dropping them. “You are free to go now, my dear. I must talk to Logan before he begins his new assignment.”

“Of course,” you curtsied. “Good day, father. Sir Logan.” Then you left the room.

“Charles, I really don’t think—“ Logan began.

“You are sworn to protect me, Logan,” your father interrupted, “and in order to do that, my daughter needs to be protected. She is all I have and I will not lose her to those who wish to do me harm.” Charles sighed as he wheeled himself over to the window. “As you know, there are people challenging Y/N’s right to the throne because she is a woman. She has no idea that there have been threats made. It is why I must hurry and find her a suitable match with a respected nobleman, a prince, or a king. It will secure her hold to the throne… You have been my most loyal knight since you arrived and you are the only one I trust with this assignment.”

Despite what Logan was feeling over becoming your babysitter, he couldn’t fail his King. “I will do what you’ve asked of me.”

“Thank you, Logan.” He rolled back around to his desk. “You may go now and good luck. My daughter is a free spirit with her own mind. You will need a lot of luck and patience on your side.”

~~~

“I heard the King assigned you to the Princess, Howlett,” Scott Summers said as he and Logan prepared to duel. He was Head of the Guard, only getting the job because Logan refused it. 

“Yeah,” Logan grunted.

“Well, good luck. I don’t know how she does it, but she’s a slippery one. Knows every hidden passage of the castle and is able to find ways around the guards.”

“Maybe we need to do something about that.”

Scott scoffed. “If you follow the Princess and find all the passages, then yes, I’ll make sure that they are all guarded. But she knows more than us all.”

“I’m going to need some help. Anyone you have free?”

“Yes, the young kid, Bobby. He’d be good for this assignment. An opportunity to prove himself.”

“Bobby? That kid almost impaled himself when he was a page.”

“He’s grown out of it. Bobby won’t fail you. What will fail you is keeping the Princess from breaking the rules.”

“I can manage.”

Scott scoffed, slapping Logan’s shoulder. “I’m sure you can, Logan. I can’t wait to see how well it goes.”

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[evermoreness]

Sirius x Fem? reader! but reader has a larger animagi form (wolf for instance) then him.

I'm just imagining his reaction T-T

— This idea was too cute, i loved writing it. Hope you like it @msfandomsblog!

animagus | sirius black

pairing: sirius black x reader

summary: sirius is dying to know what animagus you turn into when you transform. he just wasn't expecting your animagus to be bigger than his.

obs: feel free to send any requests!

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Sirius Black was obsessed with figuring you out.

Ever since you had let it slip that you were an Animagus, he hadn’t let it go. Every day, without fail, he tried to guess what you could possibly transform into. It had become his new favorite pastime—along with annoying the hell out of you.

“A fox,” he declared one evening in the Gryffindor common room, lounging dramatically across the couch while you sat cross-legged on the floor.

You didn’t even look up from your book. “No.”

Sirius rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow. “Alright, fine. A cat, then. A little scrappy thing, probably black with white paws.”

You turned the page, unimpressed. “Wrong.”

“A ferret?”

“No.”

“A squirrel.”

“Nope.”

“A rabbit?”

At that, you finally looked up, eyebrows raised. “Do I look like a rabbit to you?”

Sirius grinned. “I dunno, love. I think you’d make a cute little bunny, all twitchy and soft—”

You threw a pillow at his face.

“Oi!” he laughed, pulling it off and tossing it onto the floor.

Across the room, James Potter and Peter Pettigrew were watching the exchange with amused grins, both equally curious.

"You know," he said, lounging on the Gryffindor common room couch, "if you were something impressive, you'd have shown us by now."

You looked up from your book, unimpressed. "Oh? Is that how it works?"

“Alright, I’m with Padfoot on this one,” James said, leaning forward. “You can’t just say you’re an Animagus and not tell us what you are. It’s cruel.”

Peter nodded eagerly. “Yeah, even I told you guys when I figured mine out.”

You smirked. “That’s because it was obvious, Pete.”

Peter turned red. “I-I thought I might be something cooler.”

James patted his back sympathetically. “We all did, mate.”

Meanwhile, Sirius was still staring at you, arms crossed. “Come on, just tell me.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

You smiled sweetly. “Because I like watching you suffer.”

Sirius let out a dramatic groan, flopping back against the couch. “You’re torturing me. This is actual cruelty.”

You shrugged. “I think it builds character.”

James squinted at you, then turned to the only person in the room who wasn’t playing along. “Moony, you know, don’t you?”

Remus Lupin, who had been reading by the fire and staying out of the conversation, sighed and finally looked up.

“I do.”

Three heads snapped toward him at once.

“WHAT?” Sirius sat up so fast he nearly fell off the couch.

“You bloody knew?” James gaped at him.

Peter just blinked, looking betrayed.

Remus looked utterly unbothered. He turned a page in his book. “Yes.”

Sirius, however, was in full outrage mode. “AND YOU DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING?”

Remus arched a brow. “It’s not my secret to tell.”

You shot him a grateful smile. “Thank you, Moony.”

Sirius groaned and threw himself back onto the couch again. “This is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Bit dramatic,” James muttered.

“The worst.” Sirius repeated. Then, he turned his gaze back to you, eyes narrowing. “I’ll figure it out, you know. One way or another.”

You met his stare evenly, lips twitching. “You can try.”

Sirius tilted his head, studying you with that sharp, knowing glint in his eye—the one he always got when he was about to do something reckless.

Then, in a flash, he lunged for you.

You squeaked in surprise as he tackled you onto the floor, pinning you easily. “Tell me.”

“No!”

He grinned down at you, the cocky bastard. “Tell me or I start tickling.”

You gasped. “You wouldn’t dare.”

James whistled from the couch. “I dunno. I’ve seen him do it before. He’s ruthless.”

Sirius smirked, fingers ghosting over your ribs. “Last chance.”

You struggled under him, laughing even though he hadn’t even started yet. “I hate you!”

“No, you don’t,” he said, voice low and teasing. His face was far too close, his breath warm against your cheek.

Your stomach flipped. Your little… thing with Sirius—whatever it was—had been going on for a while now. You weren’t officially together, but there was something between you, something playful and electric and infuriating.

He hadn’t kissed you yet. Not properly, anyway. But the way he was looking at you now? Damn it. He knew what he was doing.

You swallowed hard. “Sirius—”

He raised a brow. “Yes?”

You licked your lips, glaring. “Get off me.”

“Say please.”

“Sirius Black, I swear—”

Suddenly, Remus’ voice cut through the moment.

“Prongs, how much do you bet he’s going to get hexed?”

James smirked. “Five galleons says it’s in the next ten seconds.”

Peter nodded. “Seven if it’s a particularly nasty one.”

Sirius turned to scowl at them. “Oi! No faith in me at all?”

You took the distraction as your chance. With a quick movement, you flipped him off you, pinning him instead.

Sirius blinked up at you, surprised.

You grinned. “Gotcha.”

James and Peter burst out laughing.

Remus smirked. “Told you.”

Sirius just stared at you for a second before letting out a breathless chuckle. “Okay. Maybe I do like you a little.”

You raised a brow. “Because I took you down?”

“Because you’re brilliant,” he admitted. Then, he smirked. “And because you’re bloody infuriating.”

You laughed, finally letting him go. He sat up, brushing dust off his shirt, still grinning like an idiot.

“Alright, fine. If you won’t tell me, you’ll just have to show me.”

You tilted your head. “And what makes you think I’ll do that?”

Sirius grinned. “Because you like watching me suffer, but not too much.”

You pursed your lips. Damn it. He wasn’t wrong.

“Fine,” you sighed. “Meet me in the Forbidden Forest after dinner.”

Sirius lit up like Christmas had come early.

James clapped his hands together. “Oh, this is gonna be good.”

Peter nodded. “If it’s another rat, I’m gonna be really disappointed.”

You just smirked and leaned in toward Sirius, voice low and teasing.

“Try to keep up, Puppy.”

Sirius stiffened. “What?”

But you were already standing, winking before walking away.

Sirius turned to Remus, eyes narrowed. “Moony. What does that mean?”

Remus just smiled.

“You’ll see.”

It was well past curfew when the five of you crept through the castle, moving like shadows through the dimly lit corridors. James led the way, his Invisibility Cloak draped over himself and Peter, while you, Sirius, and Remus followed closely behind.

“Merlin, I forgot how much of a pain it is to sneak out with all of you,” Remus muttered under his breath as you all slipped through the entrance doors and onto the Hogwarts grounds.

“Oh, Moony,” Sirius said, slinging an arm around his friend’s shoulder. “Where’s your sense of adventure?”

“Back in my warm, safe bed,” Remus replied dryly.

You snickered. “Come on, Remus. This is exciting. It’s like a grand unveiling.”

James let out a dramatic sigh. “Feels more like a funeral. For Sirius’ dignity.”

Sirius scoffed. “My dignity is perfectly intact, thank you very much.”

“You’re literally about to be proven the biggest idiot in the world,” Peter pointed out.

Sirius waved a dismissive hand. “Technicality.”

It wasn’t long before you reached the Forbidden Forest, the towering trees casting long shadows over the path. The air was crisp, carrying the distant hoots of owls and the rustling of unseen creatures.

Up ahead, you turned back to face them, walking backward effortlessly. "Are you lot always this loud when you sneak out?"

"Only when it's worth it," Sirius shot back. His usual smirk was in place, but you could tell he was itching with curiosity.

You had been dragging out the mystery of your Animagus form for so long, and now that the reveal was minutes away, he was practically buzzing with anticipation.

James jogged up to walk beside you, rubbing his hands together. "Alright, we're here. Time to end the suspense. Unless, of course, you’re just a particularly large rabbit and don’t want us to laugh at you."

You gave him a flat look. "Do I seem like a rabbit, Potter?"

He shrugged. "Peter didn’t think he was a rat, but here we are."

"Oi!" Peter protested.

You chuckled and stopped walking, rolling your shoulders like you were shaking off the last bits of hesitation.

"Alright," you said, stepping away from them. "Try not to faint."

Sirius scoffed. "Oh, please. How dramatic do you think I am?"

"You really want me to answer that?"

Remus chuckled, hands stuffed in his pockets. "I’d step back if I were you, Pads."

Sirius frowned but took a step back anyway, watching you closely. James and Peter were practically bouncing with excitement, their eyes flicking between you and each other, anticipation crackling in the air.

You took a deep breath, feeling the familiar shift in your bones, the heat in your chest as your body reshaped itself. It was a feeling you'd grown used to—a second nature, really. Within seconds, your vision sharpened, the world around you becoming clearer, scents stronger.

When you finally stood in your Animagus form, the reaction was immediate.

Peter let out a strangled noise. "Bloody hell."

James’ mouth fell open. "You—you’re huge!"

Sirius just stared.

The silence stretched between you as he took you in—your thick, dark fur, the way your golden eyes gleamed in the moonlight, the sheer size of you. His head barely reached your shoulder in his dog form.

Slowly, he took a step forward, eyes wide. "No way."

You huffed out a breath, amusement dancing in your gaze.

James was still gawking. "You look like Moony when he transforms. You do realize that, right? Just not as big"

Remus smirked slightly. "That’s why I knew, by the way. I could sense another wolf."

Peter was still blinking, as if trying to process it. "She’s so big."

Sirius, however, had yet to say a word. He was still looking at you, his usual cocky confidence completely gone.

You tilted your head at him, amused by his speechlessness.

James nudged him. "Oi, Pads, cat got your tongue?"

Sirius ignored him, stepping even closer, slowly circling you like he was trying to convince himself you were real.

"Merlin’s beard," he breathed, reaching out to run a hand through your fur. "How did I not know this?"

You stood before them in your full Animagus form—a wolf, but not just any wolf. Your fur was sleek, catching the moonlight in streaks of silver, and your golden eyes shone with something intelligent, something knowing.

You let out a low, amused growl and took a step forward, tilting your massive head.

Then, just to mess with him, you dragged your tongue across his face in one swift motion.

James lost it.

"OH, THAT’S BRILLIANT!" he howled, doubling over with laughter.

Peter let out a wheezy laugh. "She just licked him!"

Even Remus, usually the composed one, was chuckling. "I think she’s asserting dominance."

Sirius wiped his face with a disgusted expression. "What the hell?"

You let out a soft, wolfish chuff, eyes gleaming mischievously.

James clapped a hand on Sirius' shoulder, barely able to breathe through his laughter. "Face it, mate. You’re not the biggest dog anymore."

Sirius groaned, rubbing his face again. "This is humiliating."

Peter giggled. "You got licked."

Sirius shot him a glare. "Shut it, Wormtail."

You huffed, nudging your head against Sirius’ hip. He stumbled slightly but caught himself, staring at you with something between exasperation and fascination.

"You’re ridiculous," he muttered, but his lips twitched into something that looked suspiciously like admiration.

James, still recovering from his laughing fit, smirked. "Go on, Padfoot. Let’s see how you compare."

Sirius hesitated for only a moment before rolling his eyes. "Fine."

With a fluid motion, he shifted, fur replacing skin, limbs elongating until his familiar black dog form stood before you.

For the first time, the Marauders could actually compare the sizes.

You were bigger than him.

And Sirius Black had never been the smaller one before.

Sirius was still big. But you were bigger.

Peter was clutching his stomach. "You’re not the alpha anymore!"

Remus smirked. "How the mighty have fallen."

Sirius shifted back into his human form, running a hand through his hair with a long-suffering sigh. "I hate all of you."

You shifted back as well, grinning as you leaned into his space. "Oh, don’t be a sore loser, Puppy."

Sirius groaned. "I swear to Merlin, if you call me that one more time—"

"—you’ll what?" You smirked, poking his chest. "Bark at me?"

James wheezed. "I love her."

Sirius was still looking at you, eyes flickering with something unreadable—something like wonder. But then, his lips curved into a familiar, mischievous smirk.

"Alright then, big bad wolf," he said, tilting his head. "Let’s see if you're as fast as you are massive."

You raised an eyebrow. "Oh? You want to race me now?"

James perked up. "Oh, I need to see this."

Peter grinned. "My money’s on her. She’s bigger, so she’s got longer legs."

Sirius scoffed. "Please. I was born to run."

Remus chuckled. "This should be interesting."

You exchanged a glance with Sirius, the challenge clear in both of your eyes. Without another word, you shifted, bones reshaping, muscles tensing as fur replaced skin. The familiar rush of magic coursed through you, and when you landed back on all fours, you stood tall, staring down at Sirius, who had already shifted into his sleek, black dog form.

His tail flicked as he trotted up to you, cocky as ever despite the size difference. He bumped his head against your shoulder, nipping at your ear playfully before bounding a few steps away, kicking up dirt as he turned to face you.

James grinned. "Alright, you two. First one to the fallen tree by the river wins."

Peter climbed onto a nearby rock to get a better view. "On my count—three… two…"

You and Sirius crouched low, muscles coiling in anticipation.

"One!"

The moment the word left Peter’s mouth, you exploded forward.

The world blurred around you, trees whipping past as the wind rushed through your fur. You were fast, incredibly fast—your powerful limbs propelling you forward with each bound. For a brief moment, you were sure you had the lead.

Then a flash of black fur shot past you.

Sirius.

He was quick, weaving through the trees with ease, his smaller frame making it easier for him to dart through tight spaces. His paws barely seemed to touch the ground as he surged ahead, his tail flicking behind him like a silent taunt.

A low growl rumbled in your chest. Oh, hell no.

You pushed harder, closing the distance between you. The river was coming up fast, the fallen tree just beyond it. Sirius glanced back, and you swore he was grinning—if dogs could grin.

The moment of distraction was all you needed.

You lunged forward, shoving your weight against his side. It wasn’t enough to knock him over, but it was enough to send him slightly off course, making him stumble for just a second.

That second was all it took.

You surged ahead, paws pounding against the earth as you reached the fallen tree first, leaping effortlessly over it before skidding to a stop.

Sirius landed beside you a moment later, shaking out his fur. He huffed, eyes gleaming.

You wagged your tail, smug.

But Sirius wasn’t one to take a loss lightly.

Before you could react, he launched himself at you, tackling you sideways into the grass. You let out a surprised yelp as you tumbled, rolling with him in a flurry of fur and limbs.

When you finally stopped, he was on top, paws pinning your shoulders down. He loomed over you, his nose practically touching yours, dark eyes glinting mischievously.

You struggled, trying to shove him off, but he was strong. Stronger than you had expected. Even though you were bigger, his muscles were dense, his body built for speed and power. You thrashed beneath him, twisting your body, but he only pressed harder, amusement flickering in his expression as if to say, Go on, keep trying.

You huffed, frustrated.

Sirius let out a deep, satisfied noise in response.

James and the others finally caught up, breathless from running.

"Merlin’s beard," James wheezed. "You two are insane."

Peter stared at the sight of Sirius pinning you down. "I thought she’d be stronger than him."

Remus smirked. "Size isn’t everything."

Sirius, still in his dog form, gave a triumphant wag of his tail before finally stepping off you. You immediately rolled to your feet, shaking out your fur before nipping at his side in retaliation.

He barked—a deep, amused sound—before lunging at you again.

You both tumbled through the grass, playfully wrestling, testing each other’s limits. You would try to shove him down with your weight, but he was too quick, always maneuvering around you, twisting just enough to keep the upper hand. Every time you managed to pin him, he’d slip away with a sudden burst of movement, tackling you back down.

James and Peter were dying laughing.

"You two are like a pair of bloody puppies," James snorted.

Peter grinned. "I don’t think I’ve ever seen Sirius this happy."

Remus, leaning against a tree, just shook his head fondly. "He’s finally met his match."

Eventually, you and Sirius both slowed, panting heavily, your fur damp with sweat and dirt.

Sirius padded up to you, nudging his head against your shoulder, his tail wagging slightly. It was a silent acknowledgment—that was fun.

You huffed, leaning into him in response.

Then, just because you could, you licked his face again.

Sirius froze.

James lost it. "OH, SHE GOT YOU AGAIN!"

Peter was practically rolling on the ground laughing. "You should’ve seen your face!"

Sirius turned his head slowly, staring at you. You tilted your head innocently.

Then, without warning, he lunged—this time, not to wrestle, but to shove you flat on your side, pressing his entire weight against you in retaliation. You yelped in surprise, struggling, but he didn’t let up, practically smothering you against the grass.

James was in tears. "HE’S SQUISHING HER!"

Remus sighed. "Alright, that’s enough, you two."

Sirius finally relented, stepping back with a satisfied shake of his fur. You scrambled up, shooting him a glare, but there was no real malice in it—just playfulness.

He smirked at you, eyes gleaming.

You narrowed your own eyes in return.

This wasn’t over.

And Sirius knew it.

As the playful energy between you and Sirius finally settled, you huffed one last time, shaking out your fur before stepping back. He did the same, tail flicking in amusement.

Then, as if by silent agreement, you both shifted back into your human forms.

The transformation was seamless—fur receding, bones realigning, the familiar pull of magic drawing you upright until you stood, breathless and flushed from the chase. Your hair was windswept, twigs tangled in the strands, and your clothes were a little rumpled from rolling around in the dirt.

Sirius, on the other hand, looked just as disheveled—his dark curls were sticking up at odd angles, and there was a streak of dirt smudged across his cheek. But, as expected, he still looked insufferably smug.

James was the first to break the silence, doubling over with laughter. "I cannot believe that just happened."

Peter clutched his stomach. "The way she licked his face again—oh, Merlin—I thought he was going to combust."

Sirius shot Peter a glare, wiping his face with exaggerated disgust. "Yeah, well, it was unnecessary and completely uncalled for—"

"Oh, please," you interrupted, grinning. "You loved it."

Sirius scoffed, crossing his arms. "Loved it? I hated it."

"Then why did you let me do it twice?" You smirked, tilting your head.

James howled with laughter. "Oh, she got you there, mate."

Remus, who had been silently watching with a knowing smile, shook his head. "I have to say, I expected you to be bigger, Sirius, but—" he glanced at you, amused, "—turns out she wins that contest."

Sirius pointed at you dramatically. "This is ridiculous. I have always been the best animagus in the group! And now you show up with your freakishly large wolf form—"

"Freakishly majestic, you mean," you corrected.

"Freakishly overgrown," Sirius countered.

You gasped, pressing a hand to your chest in mock offense. "Oh, overgrown, am I?"

"You take up too much space!" Sirius gestured wildly. "I was running, minding my own business, and suddenly there’s this massive beast barreling beside me! You shoved me like I was a bloody twig!"

You grinned. "What’s wrong, Pads? Didn’t like getting knocked around a little?"

James was practically crying from laughter. "This is the best thing I’ve ever seen."

Peter nodded. "Honestly, she fits right in."

Sirius narrowed his eyes at you, stepping closer until he was just inches away, his expression unreadable. "You really enjoy challenging me, don’t you?"

You tilted your chin up slightly, refusing to back down. "What’s the matter? Afraid you can’t handle it?"

James whistled. "Ooooh, Pads, she’s got you cornered."

Peter nudged Remus. "What do you think? Are we finally seeing someone outmatch Sirius Black?"

Remus smirked. "I think we might be."

Sirius huffed dramatically, dragging a hand through his already messy hair. "Unbelievable. I finally meet my match and it’s her." He looked at you, eyes gleaming with something unreadable. "You know, I should be mad. I should be completely outraged—"

You raised an eyebrow. "But?"

A slow, wolfish grin spread across his lips. "But I love a challenge."

You felt warmth creep up your neck, but you refused to let him have the upper hand. "Good," you said smoothly, stepping even closer. "Because I’m not going to make it easy for you, Black."

Sirius let out a low chuckle, tilting his head. "Oh, I’d be disappointed if you did."

James groaned loudly. "Okay, okay, I cannot deal with this tension right now."

Peter made a face. "Yeah, can you two flirt after we get back to the castle?"

Remus chuckled. "They won’t stop, Wormtail. This is just how they are."

Sirius turned to them, throwing an arm over your shoulder. "You lot wish you had this kind of chemistry."

You rolled your eyes but didn’t move away. "Oh, shut up and start walking, Black. We’re already out past curfew, and I don’t feel like getting detention because you couldn’t handle losing."

And as the five of you made your way back through the darkened forest, whispering, teasing, and laughing under the moonlight, Sirius stole a glance at you.

He had no idea what this thing between you was—this endless back-and-forth, this thrill of trying to one-up each other, this feeling of never quite knowing who would win.

But he knew one thing for sure.

He never wanted it to end.

As the five of you walked back through the Forbidden Forest, James, Remus, and Peter were ahead, still snickering about everything that had happened. Their voices echoed in the cool night air, but you weren’t really listening.

You had slowed your pace slightly, letting the others get ahead just enough. Sirius, as if sensing the shift, naturally fell into step beside you, the usual cocky grin still playing on his lips.

For a while, neither of you spoke. The night was alive with quiet sounds—the rustling of leaves, the distant hoot of an owl, the soft crunch of your footsteps against the dirt path.

Then Sirius exhaled dramatically.

"Alright, fine. I’ll admit it," he said, shoving his hands into his pockets.

You raised an eyebrow. "Admit what?"

"That you were kind of impressive back there."

You smirked. "Oh? Kind of impressive? I seem to remember winning that race."

He groaned. "You cheated—"

"—used my skills," you corrected, nudging his arm playfully.

He shot you a look but couldn’t quite hide the way his lips twitched. "You shoved me mid-run!"

"You got distracted," you teased. "That’s not my fault."

Sirius scoffed. "I wasn’t distracted."

You turned to him fully, walking backward now as you grinned. "Oh, no?"

He tilted his head, eyes gleaming with something unreadable. "No."

Your grin widened. "Not even when I licked your face?"

His jaw tensed, but the corner of his mouth twitched. "That was disgusting."

You gasped dramatically. "You loved it!"

"I hated it."

"You loved it," you repeated, stepping closer.

Sirius narrowed his eyes, stopping in his tracks. You stopped too, facing him, the forest stretching out in quiet shadows around you.

Then, suddenly, he took a step closer.

His voice dropped, lower, softer. "You really think I loved it?"

The way he was looking at you—it wasn’t teasing anymore.

Your breath caught slightly, but you refused to back down. "I know you did."

His lips curled into something slow, something dangerous. "You’re so sure of yourself, aren’t you?"

You shrugged. "It’s part of my charm."

Sirius hummed, studying you. His hands were still stuffed in his pockets, his posture relaxed, but there was something different in his expression now—something quieter, more intense.

Then, so casually it made your stomach flip, he said, "You looked beautiful back there, you know."

Your breath hitched.

Not impressive, not strong—beautiful.

His words made your stomach flip, and for the first time all night, you didn’t have a quick comeback. Instead, you just looked at him, the dim moonlight casting soft shadows across his face, making him seem almost unreal.

Sirius noticed your sudden quietness, and his lips twitched into a smirk. “Merlin, are you flustered? That’s a first.”

You scoffed, snapping out of it. “Oh, please. You wish you had that effect on me.”

“Oh, but I do,” he murmured, stepping just a little closer.

You swallowed, but you refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing you falter. “Keep telling yourself that, Black.”

He tilted his head, amusement flickering in his grey eyes. “Alright, tell me this, then—if I did kiss you right now, you wouldn't be flustered?”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Are you planning on kissing me?”

Sirius smirked. “That depends. Are you planning on stopping me?”

You stared at him, pulse racing.

For a second, you thought he might kiss you.

For a second, you thought you wanted him to.

And then—

"Oi, you two! Stop snogging in the trees and hurry up!"

James’ voice echoed through the night, breaking the moment.

You both turned to see the three boys standing at the castle’s entrance, waiting. James had his hands on his hips, Peter was grinning knowingly, and Remus… well, Remus just looked mildly amused as if he had already expected this.

Sirius sighed dramatically, shaking his head. “Ruined. The moment is ruined.”

You smirked. “Oh, please. What moment?”

Sirius groaned. “You’re impossible.”

You gave him a playful shove before walking ahead to catch up with the others, but before you could get too far, Sirius grabbed your hand, stopping you in your tracks.

You looked up at him, surprised.

He leaned in, close enough that you could feel the warmth of him in the cool night air.

Then, with a smirk, he murmured, “You still haven’t answered my question.”

Your breath hitched.

But before you could say anything, he let go of your hand and strode forward, whistling as if nothing had happened.

You stared after him, heart racing.

Oh, he was so infuriating.

And you were so in trouble.

The Gryffindor common room was quiet when the five of you finally slipped inside. The fire had burned low, casting long shadows across the room, and the only sound was the soft crackling of the embers. It was late—probably well past two in the morning—but none of you seemed particularly rushed to get to bed.

James stretched, letting out a yawn. “Well, that was definitely the best thing to happen all week.”

Peter nodded, flopping onto one of the couches. “I still can’t believe you’re a wolf,” he said, looking at you. “And a big one at that.”

You grinned. “I do love a dramatic reveal.”

Remus smirked knowingly, arms crossed. “I knew all along, and it was still satisfying to watch Sirius nearly fall over from shock.”

James cackled. “He was mesmerized, wasn’t he?”

Sirius groaned, rolling his eyes. “Merlin, can we not bring that up again?”

“Oh, but we must,” James said. “It was so touching. He just stood there, staring at her like she was the moon itself.”

Peter snorted. “And then she licked him.”

Sirius pointed a warning finger at him. “Not another word.”

“Well, that was eventful,” he said, rubbing his eyes. “I think I deserve a solid ten hours of sleep after all that.”

Peter groaned. “Agreed. I feel like I ran a bloody marathon.”

Remus chuckled. “That’s because you did, Wormtail.”

James clapped Sirius on the back. “I’d stay up and keep you company, Pads, but I don’t fancy another detention for falling asleep in Transfiguration tomorrow.” He glanced between you and Sirius with a knowing smirk. “Besides, looks like you’ve got company.”

Sirius rolled his eyes, but the corner of his mouth twitched. “Oh, piss off, Potter.”

James just grinned before disappearing up the stairs with Peter and Remus.

Once they were gone, the room fell into a comfortable silence. The fire crackled, the glow of it reflecting in Sirius’ grey eyes as he flopped onto the couch, stretching his legs across it lazily. You hesitated for a moment before sitting down beside him, though you left a small space between you.

For a while, neither of you spoke. You just sat there, basking in the warmth of the fire, the night’s excitement finally settling into something calmer.

Then Sirius let out a soft chuckle. “I still can’t believe it.”

You glanced at him. “What?”

He turned his head to look at you, eyes full of something unreadable. “You. That.” He shook his head. “All this time, I thought you were hiding something small. A little fox, a cat, maybe even a bloody squirrel.”

You snorted. “A squirrel?”

“Well, obviously I was wrong,” he muttered, shaking his head. “But, Merlin, a wolf?” He exhaled, a slow, disbelieving sound. “I didn’t see that coming.”

You smirked. “Told you to wait.”

He huffed. “Yeah, yeah.” Then he turned fully toward you, draping an arm over the back of the couch. “Alright, then. You’ve officially changed the game. Now I have to race you again.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You sure? Didn’t seem like you could handle it the first time.”

Sirius groaned dramatically. “One time. You shove me one time and suddenly you think you’re the queen of speed.”

“I mean, I did win.”

Sirius scoffed. “No, you cheated.”

You smirked. “Sounds like something a loser would say.”

He turned, grabbing a pillow off the couch and smacking you lightly with it. “Oh, shut up.”

You laughed, pushing it away. “Fine, fine. But alright—another race. When?”

Sirius hummed, tapping his fingers against the back of the couch as he thought. “Tomorrow night.”

You blinked. “Tomorrow? Again?”

He smirked. “Scared?”

“Please,” you scoffed. “I’m just concerned you’ll embarrass yourself twice in one week.”

“Unbelievable,” he muttered, shaking his head with a grin. Then his voice dropped slightly, more thoughtful. “Seriously, though… it was brilliant.”

You tilted your head. “The race?”

He shook his head. “No. You.” His gaze flickered over your face, his voice quieter now, more sincere. “Watching you transform… seeing you run like that. It was—” He exhaled, as if searching for the right words. “It was like you were meant for it.”

Your teasing smile softened. “It felt like that,” you admitted.

Sirius nodded. “I get it. Being in Animagus form… it’s different, yeah? Everything’s clearer. It’s like you can feel the world better.”

You smiled. “Exactly.”

Sirius studied you for a moment, the playful glint in his eyes replaced with something softer, something more thoughtful. The firelight danced across his features, highlighting the sharp lines of his face, the softness in his expression.

For the first time that night, the teasing between you faded into something else—something quieter, something almost unspoken.

And for the first time, you didn’t try to break it with a joke.

Instead, you just looked at him, feeling the warmth between you, feeling the weight of whatever was hanging in the air.

Sirius’ fingers tapped lightly against the back of the couch, his grey eyes searching yours.

Then, his voice barely above a murmur, he said, “I think I like you better like this.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”

His lips twitched slightly. “Calm. Not constantly trying to outwit me.”

You smirked. “So you do think I outwit you?”

He groaned, throwing his head back. “And there it is.”

You laughed, leaning back into the couch. The tension that had settled between you didn’t disappear—it just shifted, became something familiar again. But it was still there, lingering beneath the surface.

Sirius turned his head slightly, watching you from the corner of his eye. “Tomorrow night, then?”

You smiled. “Tomorrow night.”

You could still feel the lingering buzz of the night’s adventure, the rush of running through the Forbidden Forest, the feeling of Sirius right beside you, matching your pace. But now, sitting here with him, the energy between you was different. Slower. More deliberate.

Sirius tapped his fingers lightly against the back of the couch. “You know,” he said after a moment, his voice quieter than before, “I think this might be the longest we’ve ever gone without trying to one-up each other.”

You smirked. “You say that like I don’t always win.”

He huffed out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “Merlin, you’re impossible.”

“And yet, here you are,” you said, tilting your head. “Sitting with me. In the middle of the night. Planning another race.”

Sirius shrugged, a slow grin spreading across his lips. “What can I say? You’re hard to stay away from.”

Something in your stomach fluttered. The way he said it—it wasn’t just a casual remark. It was something more. Something real.

You swallowed, suddenly aware of just how close he was.

His arm was still draped over the back of the couch, his fingertips just barely brushing your shoulder. His legs were stretched out, one of his knees bumping against yours. He wasn’t even trying to be subtle about it, and somehow, that made your pulse race even more.

Sirius tilted his head, watching you. “You’re quiet again.”

You blinked. “No, I’m not.”

He smirked. “Yes, you are.”

You rolled your eyes. “Maybe I just ran out of things to say.”

His grin widened. “You? I don’t believe that for a second.”

You sighed dramatically, leaning back against the couch. “Fine. Maybe I’m just tired of doing all the talking. Maybe it’s your turn to entertain me for once.”

Sirius chuckled, shifting slightly so he was leaning just a little closer. “Oh? And what exactly do you want me to do?”

You raised an eyebrow, feigning thoughtfulness. “Hmm. I don’t know. Maybe something impressive.”

His smirk deepened. “Define impressive.”

You pretended to think about it for a moment before looking him dead in the eye. ���Surprise me.”

Sirius’ expression flickered for just a second—something unreadable flashing through his gaze—but then, before you could react, he was moving.

Slowly. Deliberately.

His fingers brushed your cheek, barely a ghost of a touch, and yet it sent a shiver down your spine. His gaze flickered to your lips for just a second before settling back on your eyes, as if silently asking permission.

You didn’t stop him.

Didn’t pull away.

Didn’t even breathe.

And then—

His lips met yours.

Soft. Warm. Gentle in a way you hadn’t expected from Sirius Black.

For a moment, everything else—the fire, the common room, the entire bloody castle—faded into nothing.

It was just him.

Just this.

Your heart pounded against your ribs as his fingers curled around the back of your neck, pulling you just a little closer. You felt the way his breath hitched, the way he hesitated for just a second before melting into it completely.

And, Merlin, you didn’t realize how much you wanted this until now.

You kissed him back, your fingers brushing against the fabric of his shirt, your body instinctively leaning into his warmth.

Sirius made a soft noise in the back of his throat—like he was surprised, like he hadn’t expected you to kiss him back with just as much desperation as he kissed you.

When you finally pulled away, your forehead rested against his, both of you breathless.

Sirius was the first to break the silence, his voice slightly hoarse. “Alright… I’ll admit… that might’ve been impressive.”

You let out a breathy laugh. “Might’ve been?”

He smirked, thumb brushing lightly against your cheek. “Okay, definitely was.”

You smiled, your fingers still curled lightly into the fabric of his sweater. “See? I do always win.”

Sirius groaned, closing his eyes for a second. “Merlin, I just kissed you, and you still have to be insufferable?”

You grinned. “You love it.”

His grey eyes flickered open again, and the way he looked at you—like you were something he never wanted to look away from—made your breath catch in your throat.

“Yeah,” he murmured, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I think I do.”

[knight-arts]

Hello Gappleduo enjoyers.

I started working on this shit 5th of November. I’m FREEEEEEE

Anyway. Something from the Fellow in the North AU, if any of you remember lol. I originally posted about it … TWO?? years ago lol. It’s named after a song of the same name by Cold Weather Company. (Which you should listen to. That’s one of my fave songs of all time. Please?) Anyway this is why Dream wears his mask lmfao. And not long after this he’ll draw a smiley face on it and it’ll make Phil laugh.

I’ve posted about it before here and here (I consider this one part of the au but more because it sparked the idea) Feel free to send me asks about this au if you’d like.

Edit: Bruh I sent it to a friend and then a group chat and none of them pointed out there was a mistake god dangit. It’s gone now tho but m a n. Man.

Under the cut: me rambling about stuff and things

Okay so uh the way I “note” things down is mostly just by rambling things to my friends through text messages and whenever I need to find them again I just look it up in the chat logs. But I did find some key notes about this au in a google docs. Tell me why my immediate reaction to something I wrote myself was just

(Image stolen form Pinterest)

“HE WHAT-”

Anyway

If I ever continue this story, fair warning that c!Wilbur is in it (Dead. Bro is completely fridged even before the story starts.) I wrote a pros and cons list of him being in here and he was several of the cons. Unfortunately I found the story to be more interesting if he was in it so. Yeah :/

Also show some love to @kyo-mei for always being willing to look over my shit and make corrections and listen to me when I ramble. They’re awesome and I love them.

Bonus: Something dubiously canon, set after the escape from the forest and done before I got a better idea of what I wanted Dream’s hair to be like

Bonus bonus: wip collage

Also also I’m not to sure how but I am now very much into TRANSFORMERS of ALL THINGS??? THE JUMP FROM MCYT TO K-POP WAS ONE THING BUT JUMPING BACK TO MCYT AND THEN TRANSFORMERS WAS ANOTHER. Anyway I read all of More Than Meets the Eye + Lost Light (comics) and uh. Honest to god cried when I reached the end so. Yeah. I’m still not over the fact that I got into the robots that turn into cars. I’m still not over that basic fact. I remember it once in a while and just get a hundred yard stare. My fave guy is a Decepticon called Soundwave. He’s cool. He’s got pets(?) kids(?). (… I’m cringe but I’m free I’m cringe but I’m free I’m cringe but I’m free) Oh and I’m pretty sure at one point I watched Rise of the Guardians and it stuck in my head enough that I made an oc about it. (I make ocs just about every new thing I get into. The one I have from Transformers is weirdly developed to a higher level than usual so I might do something with that one day. Or not lol)

Anyway

Yeah :>

[pacifymebby]

Modern! Peaky blinders with a reader who really likes stuffed animals like they make them bring them to Build-A-Bear to get new ones. like how would they act if the reader wants to make them put a voice recording in the bear that says I love you in their voice. ☺️

Obsessed with this cause it's adorable!!!!! It has been yearsssss since I was in build a bear ngl so I don't know how accurate this will be!

Tommy

🌿 Thinks you're very sweet and that the fact you're still in touch with your inner child is a good thing. He's very precious about the idea of you keeping your softness and so he is more than happy to let you run riot in build a bear or any other toy store...

🌿 When you say you want to make him a build a bear he humours you with a small smile, pretending not to know what you mean. "I don't need a teddy bear angel, whenever I want a hug I find you..." Which of course makes you giggle as you protest. "No I mean I want to make you as a bear..."

🌿 Tommy's not sure how he feels about that, he's not sure the aesthetics of love, peace and hugs that they have at build a bear are really going to be able to capture him however... You're looking up at him with your big, undeniable eyes and he's not one for saying "No" to his girl over trivial things like this....

🌿 And anyway it's worth saying yes and letting you give it your best shot just for the way you squeal and throw your arms around him, jumping up so that he has to catch you whilst you thank him over and over covering his face in kisses as you promise him his bear is going to be the best you've ever made....

🌿 "Well I don't doubt that for a second love, it seems you're the expert..." He's teasing you on purpose because he loves to see you frown, the cute way your brows crease as you try to work out whether he's being rude to you or not. You all hands on hips like "I am, actually."

🌿 Tommy's a little concerned about being seen in Build a Bear, mostly because it's the kind of cheap shot some daily mail pap will take and plaster all over their website beneath unfortunate headlines about him having gone soft or getting "stuffed." It's not going to get to him on a personal level but it could be bad for business if his rivals see it.

🌿 So he takes you out of town for it, drives you to some nowhere seaside town which has one on the high street, where no one will recognise him and you'll be able to do your bear building in peace. He's really banking on British high street shopping having died out completely and luckily for him the shop is empty but for you and him... Sure he could probably have taken you to a bigger store in London after hours, let you have free reign over the shop, but this is nicer... It feels normal and Tommy revels in any opportunity he gets to feel "normal" with you.

🌿 He's thinks it's all a little bit intense, he doesn't really go for "forced happiness" himself, but Tommy is very much driven by the want to keep you happy and so he takes a breath and holds his tongue as you step inside the store together and you squeeze his hand excitedly.

🌿 You take foreverrrrr to pick out what kind of bear you're going to have, holding different skins up next to Tommy who just has to stand there and take it whilst you compare which one you think is most "him" and then when you finally do choose you gasp and say "wait no, I want you to be surprised, you can't see!"

🌿 Which is inconvenient because it means he'll have to either follow you round blindfolded or miss the rest of your bear building... In the end you send him off to choose clothes for Tommy bear... "Tommy bear?" He raised his brow at you with a smirk but when you double down he just chuckles and says "fine, as you wish love..."

🌿 So he has to wander the clothes section peering quizzically at the little outfits and well as he suspected, none of the clothes on offer really scream "feared and revered organised crime leader..." So instead he has to lean into his creative side, tries to imagine who he would be if he wasn't a violent, murderous criminal. He pictures himself sitting on the back of a vardo, stopped by a babbling brook, peace and quiet, far away from any city...

🌿 When he hears your gleeful, sweet call from across the store asking him to come back he sighs, braces himself for whatever crazy little whim has taken you now...

🌿 "Close your eyes," you instruct him when he gets closer, he was making a song and dance of not looking at your bear anyway but you want to be absolutely certain he isn't peaking. "Need you to do something for me Tommy, pretty please with cherries on top..." He knows from the sweetness of your tone you're about to ask him something he's going to want to refuse... And he knows from the sweet way you've kissed him on the cheek and said it again "really pretty please..." That there's no way he's going to be able to say no. Because you sound so happy, the hint of a giggle in your mischievous voice and there's no way Tommy would ever dream of cutting your fun short...

🌿 So when you ask him to record himself saying "I love you y/n" he just chuckles, if anything he's relieved you're not asking something more difficult for him to give you. Making a little voice recording is easy... "That all eh sweetheart? Had me worried for a second... Thought you were gonna ask me to buy you the whole store..."

🌿 He's also morbidly aware that the bear will probably outlive him... So why shouldn't you have a little voice recording just in case something ever happens...

🌿 So with one hand over his eyes he makes the voice recording, completely serious as he says the words, "I love you y/n" completely unaware of the fact that you're filming him on your phone camera as you do. Now you know you'll get into trouble for that but you also can't resist. You never thought you'd get Tommy through the door let alone this...

🌿 You're ever so sweet to him when he's done, giving him the tightest hug, leaving him with a kiss before you inform him that he's going to have to leave again now or he'll ruin the surprise. So he sighs and teases you for being so bossy, tells you to mind your manners and gives you a little pat on the cheek before he turns away and tries to find something to occupy himself with.

🌿 he sets himself down on a child-size stool and rests with his chin in his hands, gazing up at the stuffing machine. He lets out a sigh and smirks at what a strange scene it must look like for an outsider looking in. A man wanted in some places for murder, perched on a primary coloured stool, gazing up at a cartoonish machine designed for filling teddy bears.

🌿 Honestly though he's weirdly mesmerised by the fluff machine, he could stare at it going round and round all day long... In fact that's where you find him when your bear is all boxed up and waiting to be paid for. Tommy just gazing at the fluff being spun slowly round and round, his wide eyes almost holding a childish kind of innocence.

🌿 You refuse to let him see Tommy bear until you both get home, delighting in coming up with all sort of stupid excuses why you can't just show him the bear... "He's shy Tommy... You're putting too much pressure on him, he's got big shoes to fill you know, it ain't easy being the bear representative for Thomas Shelby..."

🌿 And then when you finally do show him the bear you've built for him he's a little bewildered...

🌿 "Y/n love, why am I am otter..." "I don't know... Vibes, it was a vibes based decision and I decided you give me ottery vibes, or the otter was giving me you vibes... I don't know, isn't he cute though, personally I love him!"

🌿 And he supposes that actually your choice was really rather fitting since after all he'd been sitting in that shop imagining himself by a river in the middle of the woods, enjoying the peace and tranquility of nature... So perhaps an otter really did match his vibe. "Aye love, he's great, I think I quite like him myself... You're a very clever girl."

🌿 You have many many cuddly toys but Tommy has one rule, you're only allowed one of them in the bed. It's a fair enough rule really because if you kept all of them in your bed there'd be no room for you and Tommy... But it does leave you with the really rather tricky decision of whether or not you want to evict your current favourite cuddly toy from the bed in order for Tommy Bear to move in...

🌿 Tommy doesn't find out about that little video you took of him in the shop for awhile, only a little later when he catches you watching it by yourself. He hears you giggling and comes to see whats so funny, when he sees himself on your screen he inwardly cringes though he can't help but chuckle at your mischief. "Tut tut y/n, that wasn't very good of you was it?" He asks and though you can tell you're in trouble you can't keep your smirk off your lips, bursting into a premature giggling before you go to make a run for it...

🌿 Tommy isn't the sort to let you pretend you're faster or stronger than him so he's going to have you trapped in his arms in an instant, only agreeing to release you if you swear on Tommy Bears life that you'll never show anyone that video.

🌿 "But it's so cute!" You try to argue. "And so is Tommy Bear y/n you wouldn't want him to lose an ear now would you?"

Alfie

🐻 "don't see why you want to build the bear yourself ziskiet, there's plenty good bears already been built what about them eh?"

🐻 You're not sure Alfie really understands the concept of Build a Bear... Alfie's pretty honest about his confusion too.

🐻 "Now let me get this straight my little ziskeit... You go into this shop yeah? And you pick the teddy bear you wanna build, and then you stuff it yourself, and you put it's little sound effects in there yourself, and then you dress it yourself?" "You give them a heart too don't forget, that's important..." "A heart? Oh yeah I suppose that is pretty important ain't it ziskeit..." "And then when you're done you give it a name and you get a little birth certificate and..."

🐻 "And then you pay them? For the privelige of having done all the work yourself? That right yeah?" You huffing and sighing and glowering up at him because the glint of amusement in his eyes has just let you know that he's been deliberately "not getting it" on purpose just to tease you.

🐻 "Pleaseeeeeeeee" you say as sweetly as you can, blinking up at him with your most adorable doe eyes. Now of course Alfie was never going to say no to his little ziskeit... He just wanted to hear you beg like that, because he finds it absolutely adorable when you beg him for anything. But this... Begging him to take you teddy bear shopping, well it's just about the cutest thing you've ever done... So of course he says yes.

🐻 He cups your cheek in the palm of his hand and strokes his thumb over your skin, still teasing when he coos at you softly before telling you that you can have anything you want, even a trip to this so called bear building factory.

🐻 "Ziskeit I'm a very wealthy old man yeah, and it was actually my intention yeah that you, my dear, would never have to work a day in your life..."

🐻 Now Alfie is a theatrical, dramatic kind of man, and he has absolutely no qualms about shutting the store down so that you can have free reign over the place. He'll take you to the biggest one in London so that you'll have lots of choices and can truly make the most of your trip.

🐻 He hires the place out for the whole evening and tells you you can spend as much money as you want. If his girls dream in life really is to go to work for one evening in a bear factory, or whatever this place is, then he's going to make sure she gets to do it right...

🐻 He wasn't expecting you to want him by your side every step of the way though... When you get there you actually get a bit overwhelmed at the fact that you've got the whole store to yourself and you can choose whatever you want. All the staff are there purely to serve you and its actually a little bit intimidating... So you snatch Alfie's hand in yours, "you have to help me!"

🐻 He doesn't chastise you for being demanding however because he can tell you've suddenly gotten a bit shy, so instead he chuckles, kisses your head and plays along, "of course ziskeit, there's a lot of big decisions to make, can't expect you to make them all by yourself..."

🐻 But he wants you to choose your bear, since you were so excited to come in the first place, so he refuses to make any decisions for you... Just keeps you tucked under his arm and meanders through all your options with you until your shyness starts to fade.

🐻 "So you like the bunnies and you also like this little fella? What is he anyway, some kinda cat?" "That's a lamb Alfie..." "A lamb, well, yeah I reckon you could make quite a cute little lamb... Then again I reckon you could make a cute little bunny too... You know precious I did say didn't I, that you could spend as much money as you liked... Technically yeah, you don't actually have to choose between the two..."

🐻 But you do have to choose because you want to make one perfect teddy bear, one that will be extra extra special and remind you of this very lovely evening forever... And when you tell Alfie that his heart swells as he is reminded once again what an absolute angel he has found in you.

🐻 Eventually you settle on the bunny and you take it to the stuffing machine which Alfie is really fascinated by, "oh well now this is impressive ain't it Ziskeit, what do they call this then eh?" You delight in telling him all about it, losing your shyness and coming out of your shell completely as you try to show him what to do and get him to help you.

🐻 Alfie definitely puts on a show of being confused and clumsy so that you'll have to keep putting your hands on his hands to help him. "Yeah that's better you help me out darlin, you've got delicate fingers yeah, you're much better at this than me..."

🐻 When you go to pick the heart out to put it inside you pause and bite your lip, really carefully considering which one to pick even though they're all the same, so Alfie gets you to close your eyes and guides your hand to delve in nice and deep, "kismet y'see little one, fate..."

🐻 Then you make him give the heart a little kiss before you tuck it inside your bear. Now he knows he looks daft as anything and soft as hell doing that for you, but you held it up to his lips so sweetly, and it gave him the chance to kiss your fingertips too... So he plays along, if not just to see you blush when he lets his kiss linger on your finger tips and scatters them across the back of your hand too.

🐻 When you tell him what you want the voice recording to be he's stunned, coughs to hide his surprise and then shakes his head. He'll do it... Because he wouldn't dare break your heart with a no, not when you've finally started really enjoying yourself without being nervous at all... But first he clears the store. Sends the staff away because he wants to have a "private moment with my girl if you don't mind yeah... An anyone I catch eavesdropping yeah..." He doesn't really need to make a threat, they all know who he is, they wouldn't dream of disobeying him.

🐻 So when everyone else has gone, he pulls you in very close to him, his hand resting on your lower back, and then he asks you again what it is you'd like him to say... "I love you!" You grin up at him and he can't resist the opportunity to make the obvious joke, "I love you too my dear but what exactly is it you'd like me to put in this message specifically?"

🐻 By the time he actually makes the recording you're blushing furiously from all his terrible teasing and your pink cheeks look utterly adorable. And of course Alfie being Alfie he can't stick to such a simple script, he has to add some embellishments here and there. "I love you little ziskeit, all the way to the moon and sun and stars..."

🐻 If there's a time out on that recording it's probably going to cut him off mid sentence.

🐻 When it's time to stitch your bear up he stands over you at the table admiring the nimble way you move your delicate fingers. It reminds him of all the times you've wound up stitching him up after a meeting with a rival gang has turned sour. Softens him up a bit and makes him feel very grateful to have you for his own.

🐻 You spend a really really really long time looking at all the cute little outfits you could buy for your bunny, you keep hovering in front of fairy dresses and cute little t-shirts, your wide eyes blinking up at the different options, totally overwhelmed and spoilt for choice... And Alfie's there reminding you once again that you don't have to choose just one thing, you can buy as much as you like...

🐻 But in the end the only thing you choose is two pink ribbons for her little ears. Alfie is a bit puzzled by her apparent lack of clothing but you absolutely insist that she's perfect just the way she is and he knows better than to argue with you once you get the stubborn voice out.

Arthur

🍂 No one has ever looked more unnatural in a Build A Bear Workshop than Arthur Shelby... he looks totally out of place. With his frown etched deeply into his face and his low grumbling gruff old voice. The way he stands there looking at the place with this creeped out kind of uncertainty in his expression... he knows he shouldn't be there and he knows everyone else knows he shouldn't be there....

🍂 But then he looks at you and he sees just how happy to be there you are, and he knows he's going to have to go through with this... Because apart from anything else you look like exactly the sort of person who should be in this shop, in fact you look like build a bear was designed specifically for you.

🍂 Makes you laugh when you ask him what's wrong and he tries to pretend that everything's fine, "Arthur you look like you've stepped into a horror movie" you tease him but his answer just makes you laugh, how he blushes when he says it, "Well it's just... Everyone seems so happy and uh... Nah it's just that actually... Just feels weird..." He admits realising how daft he sounds as he says it, making you laugh more when he trails off and gives in.

🍂 You're determined that he's going to get involved and help you make your bear because you know that secretly he's going to end up enjoying it, you just need to prove that to him before he'll admit it.

🍂 And he does enjoy it... After he's moved past how unnerving he finds the boxes full of empty bear skins. You think it's funny how he doesn't really want to even go up to them to have a look, how he's trying to hide that he obviously finds them a bit creepy, because he doesn't want to reveal himself as being scared of a toy shop...

🍂 So you end up picking out which kind of bear he's going to make with you. He swears too much for a build a bear work shop and you have to keep reminding him to mind his language because although you've picked a relatively quiet time to come to the store there's still some little kids about.

🍂 Still, when he sees the fluffer machine he stops dead in his tracks and breaths out the phrase "what the fuck is that..."

🍂 I think you'd spend most of this trip with Arthur giggling at him and his dramatic reactions to everything. The way he genuinely seems disbelieving when you tell him it's a machine for helping you fill the bears. You can tell he's kind of intrigued and on the verge of begging you for a turn, the way he watches you filling your bear up slowly... He's watching you and the machine so carefully his eyes full of fascination but when you turn and offer him a go he's hesitant.

🍂 "I don't know love I wouldn't wanna ruin your bear like..." "Don't be silly Arthur, if you help me it'll be ten times better..." Now he has to try and hide the fact that he's gotten strangely emotional about you wanting him to make your bear with you... He covers it up by teasing you and grumbling about "well alright love anything for you eh... Don't say I didn't warn you though lass..."

🍂 But obviously Arthur does a wonderful job because the whole process is designed do that basically anyone can do it, "see easier than it looks isn't it..." You tease him. But he's too focused on what he's doing to be bothered by your teasing.

🍂 He actually finds the stuffing part pretty therapeutic. You can see him get quite absorbed in the process, trying his best to get it just right. He's really concentrating.

🍂 I think he'd be quietly quite into giving the little bear a heart, I'm thinking like Tin Man complex here.

🍂 When it comes to doing the stitches he gets a bit frustrated because it's more fiddly and he's not exactly the most nimble man...

🍂 Now, he definitely blushes when you ask him to do the voice recording... He sort of gets a stutter on him like he wasn't expecting you to ask him that, and also isn't sure why you want his gruff grumpy voice to come out of such a cute bear... Definitely says something along those lines to you...

🍂 "What do you want me to do that for love?" "Well I'm not gonna ask the bloody shop assistant to do it for me am i..."

🍂 He will do it, but he is going to be a little bit embarrassed about it. Not just because he's supposed to be a tough and scary gangster with a tough and scary reputation to uphold but also because it seems like a very soft and very gooey romantic thing to do and not only does he not view himself as someone capable of being soft and romantic (even though he wishes he could be that way) (and even though you do see the ways in which he can be that way sometimes) but he also knows for a fact that other people don't see him as being capable of those things...

🍂 So he feels ridiculous, like everyone's secretly thinking "what the fucks he doing making a fool of himself, who's he trying to kid we all know he's a monster..."

🍂 That's the real reason he double checks to make sure no one is around that might be listening in, he's so paranoid that other people in the shop are going to laugh at him for even trying to be soft and romantic with you.

🍂 Anyway he does it and he goes bright red like a tomato and you think he looks so so so adorable, and when you say this to him he goes even more red and you can't help but kiss him on the cheek and thank him a million times.

🍂 You want to call the bear Arthur and he's like "but that's my name" and your only argument is "well surely you don't want another man to be telling me he loves me..." Which he can't argue with, even though he knows it's a ridiculous argument that doesn't make any sense.

🍂 Will tell you he's never setting foot in that shop ever again... Will obviously immediately capitulate the next time you ask.

John

🌼 Laughs when you ask him to come with you... He thinks you're joking at first and then when he realises you're being serious he chuckles almost nervously and asks "What really? What do you want me to come with you for, you know you can just take my credit card whenever you want flower..."

🌼 "Well yeah, and I would but... I have an important job for you..." "Oh aye?" He grins. He agrees to come, he loves spending time with you and getting to spoil you, and honestly he thinks this will be a right laugh.

🌼 He will not take it seriously at all, even when you tell him how very serious it is... In fact the more stroppy you get with him about how serious it is, the more funny he's finding it... he does want you to have a good time though so he's not too much of a windup merchant with you.

🌼 It's just that he can't help but giggle when you step inside the shop and it's full of kids and you're there taking it more seriously than the 7 year old whose been dreaming of a build a bear for years.

🌼 When you're struggling to choose which bear you want he keeps reminding you that it's going on his credit card anyway and you don't even have to choose, you can have the whole store if you want... "John!” you whining to him, "be serious!" "Flower I don't joke about Build a Bear, this stuff is serious..." "John! Stop taking the piss out of me..." "Eh don't swear flower, there's kids around!" He really loves hearing you whine his name so this could repeat and repeat for hours...

🌼 Every time you do come close to making a choice he spots a different type of bear that you haven't noticed yet and his "what about this one flower?" Makes you have to start reconsidering your choice all over again.

🌼 He doesn't have the cocentration/patience to do any of the little bear building steps, he's too easily distracted pointing out different things, asking what "this thing" does and pointing at some random part of the shop. "What's that for? Eh give us a go..."

🌼 You have to put the heart in and he's giggling about it and you're like "John come on..." Whining at him to be real for a second, which he thinks is extremely cute but that makes him chuckle more. You kiss the heart before putting it in which he thinks is insane but also extremely cute and of course he teases you for it. "Aw flower ain't you a little sweetheart..." Pinching your cheek and fluffing your hair...

🌼 Definitely not afraid to do the voice recording, isn't sure why you want him to do it but will do it simply because you've asked him to.

🌼"So this is the important job is it flower?" He chuckles when you tell him what you need him to do. "Whats the matter girl I not tell you enough? Feeling neglected or somet? You gonna use him to make me jealous?" He is only teasing of course, just trying to make you blush in the middle of the shop to distract from the fact that he's about to make a voice recording of himself being a soppy git.

🌼 But you said it was an important job so he puts his whole chest into his performance. Makes a show of preparing himself for the moment, really playing up his deep breath, closing his eyes and theatrically crossing his hand slowly down his face to prepare for his line... anything to make you giggle.

🌼 Then he holds eye contact the whole time he's doing the voice recording, deadly serious, actually gives you butterflies for a second there... but the second the recording is off he cracks a laugh and starts pissing himself, making you giggle too because his laughter is very contagious and you do also feel a little silly after watching his oscar winning performance.

🌼 Is absolutely going to be a nightmare when it comes to dressing your bear... Will be making the most ridiculous suggestions, just picking up the funniest items he can find or suggesting the wildest fashion moments for your bear... "What about this, for if he ever fancies attending the met gala... Or this for when he's feelin like Sid vicious... Or what about this for when he's uh... Feeling like a princess?"

🌼 Your head will be spinning with all the suggestions he's making and actually you won't be able to pick just one set of clothes, your bear is going to be coming home with a whole wardrobe.

🌼 He's definitely picking the bear up and like holding it up to his face, putting on a squeaky voice and shaking the bear to make him talk to you... "please y/n I've always wanted to be a pro footballer... And a fire fighter... And a sugar plum fairy and a..."

🌼 You will probably need to lie down in a dark room with some peace and quiet after this experience, you'll definitely question whether you ask him to come too next time... He actually brings up next time, "next time you should go in blindfolded and let me make all the choices... It'll all be a surprise..."

🌼 This is the bear I think you'd end up picking with John, cute and eclectic, she ain't no average bear she's literally an elephant... You let him pick the shoes.

Bonnie

🍀Will have a moment where he questions whether its really a good idea for him to risk being photographed in build a bear workshop... he's a semi famous boxer with a cute little face so the paps do try to follow him sometimes, especially when he's out with you because then there's the added gossip of him having a girlfriend... still, he figures that as long as he stays by your side the whole time so that they can't possibly get a shot of him where it looks like he's there alone... then it will surely be fine.

🍀He definitely feels a little silly but goes along with it to make you happy because you're his girl and he's smitten with you... It's not like the bears for him... Then again I do feel like out of all the guys bonnie is the most likely to engage with his softer side, or his inner child... He's not going to feel imasculated by a teddy bear.

🍀 Especially not when the bear in question is a frog!! He definitely sees the frog in the window and gets genuinely boyishly excited. "You didn't tell me there were frogs y/n! Oh my god look at him! He's class, that's class!"

🍀 He doesn't tell you you have to get the frog, but he also won't stop gazing at it lovingly and so you know you have got to get the frog... And he'll be so happy that you're getting the frog.

🍀 Will make little jokes about his bosses to you, pointing at one bear and saying "here, this one looks like Tommy..." Both of you laughing quietly with eachother, coming up with stupid scenarios about which bear Tommy or Arthur would pick and how they'd dress it.

🍀Definitely secretly a bit of a nerd and kind of loves the fact they do Pokémon build a bear... "Y/N can we get this?" He asks stood next to a giant charizard...

🍀When you ask him to help you he doesn't complain, he rolls his eyes at you and tells you you don't really need his help, but he kisses your cheek and helps you anyway. He's pretty good at the stuffing and stitching but he pretends its much harder than it looks and jokes that you're making him do unpaid labour.

🍀 Definitely blushes a bit when you tell him what you want the voice recording to be. Tries to tease you to play down the fact that it's made him self conscious, "I don't know little dove, I don't speak frog y'see so it won't be Attenborough Documentary standard..."

🍀Is too awkward to ask the shop assistant to leave you be for a bit so he ends up having to do the recording in front of them!! Which he is shy about because what do you mean this random stranger is watching him do this...

🍀 A bit like John when it comes to picking the clothes out, very kid in a candy store just flitting from thought to thought at a million miles an hour, a bit over stimulated... Thinks the shoes are class but also... "He's a frog what does he need shoes for, won't that hinder the jumping?" "To protect his feet from all the shit you leave lying around Bon..."

🍀He also picks the frog up and makes him speak, makes him say really stupid stuff to you about how he's a free frog and he doesn't want to be confined by human standards of decency, "Let me be a frog y/n, let me be free" but in the end you settle on a cute little tshirt.

🍀When you get the frog home Bonnie has more fun with him than you do... He'll leave these frogs around the house set up in different poses doing different activities for you to find each day. Sometimes mirroring whatever he knows you've got to do that day. If you've got a long day of studying or working on your laptop you find your frog sitting using the laptop... usually watching David Attenborough documentaries or weird videos about frogs. You inadvertently learn so much about frogs...

🍀 if Bonnie ever gets you a gift he usually sets it up so it looks like the frog is giving you the gifts... Sometimes this is very cute and sometimes it looks incredibly funny... Like sometimes Frog is sitting on the table with a little box from your local bakery, and then sometimes Frog looks like he's about to down a bottle of red wine indie sleaze style... Depends what kind of week you're having.

🍀You start doing this too, leaving little gifts for bonnie with Frog, sometimes you leave eachother little messages and Frog becomes like this daft little way for you to communicate.

🍀Then one day you find Frog waiting for you with a little jewellery box and a note attached that just reads, "will you marry me?"

🍀Now obviously your heart soars and you can't stop smiling, but you can't put bonnie out of his misery straight away...

🍀"So am I marrying you or the frog?"

Isaiah

🐁If he didn't already know you better he'd be surprised at you asking him this... you don't come across as the kind of girl who should want to go on a Build a Bear date... but he does know you so really hes been bracing himself for the day you ask him this...

🐁 He isn't going to go quietly and he's definitely going to grumble about it a bit. "You do know who you're man is don't you love?" He's going to roll his eyes and be so sulky... "What're you willing to do to make it up to me?" But he's only really teasing, putting on a show of being extra grumpy to preserve his "dangerous gangster" persona.

🐁He knew before you asked him that he'd go to the "hellhole" with you one day.

🐁"Didn't realise you were such a softy babe..." And it's a fair point he's making because you do not give off the vibe that you'd be crazy for cuddly toys... You're a woman who matches Isaiah's sulky and arrogant nature, you give major Scorpio/Capricorn vibes, dark makeup, sharp eyeliner, always dressed to seduce and kill... He thinks that as a couple you're going to look very out of place...

🐁But then he's surprised because you really don't look out of place... You light up the second you're in there, sure you seem to have that effortlessly cool poker face on you as you peruse the rails of bear skins, and you definitely don't meet the high as a kite happy the shop assistants bring to the room... but you do soften up in there, especially once you've chosen your bear...

🐁You look so quietly pleased with yourself when you hold it up to show him which one you're getting and he grins... He's surprised actually, he thought you might go for the little mouse... Afterall, you're still his Little Mouse even if you are a femme fatal...

🐁But he loves this choice too, it's very you... "You are fuckin trouble to be fair love..."

🐁He humours you when you ask if he wants a go, it's not that you need his help you just don't want him to be bored and he's looking around that store with a look of bewilderment on his face so you think perhaps he needs some guidance...

🐁So he has a go on the stuffing machine but only for a moment, "Don't wanna ruin your fun mousy, this is your day like..." You know he just doesn't want to run the risk of looking like he's actually into it and enjoying himself.

🐁"You have to give it a heart?" Him raising his eyebrow when you ask if it should be red or pink, "Do they have any black ones?" "Saiah! What are you trying to say about me?" "Oh don't act innocent mousy you're the coldest woman I know!" He's joking with you, he has this running joke that the first time he offered to buy you a drink you said no... That you're really hard to impress and that you did not make it easy for him to get you... But he loves all that about you... He secretly loves how hard you made him work...

🐁Anyway this triggers you having to explain this whole story to the shop assistant who is honestly just baffled to have a peaky blinder in the shop let alone to be hearing about their love life...

🐁 Definitely protests when you tell him about the voice recording... You spring it on him in the shop so that he doesn't have time to think of a good reason to back out. You've been a little calculated and you can see that he is livid you've managed to trick him again!! You always manage to trick him!

🐁But all it takes from you is one little pout and an "I'll make it worth your while" before he is stepping up to the recorder ready to give the performance of a life time.

🐁Teases you and stalls the recording making out like he's about to and then recording some stupid message instead that has to be erased. Messages like "I do not contain contraband goods" "I have the right to remain silent..." "Y/N made me do it..."

🐁But eventually he records the real message and it's lovely, personalised too because he says "I love you little mouse"

🐁 "Don't be too good with them stitches love, never know when we'll have to undo em..." He whispers to you and you bloody well hope he is joking. "Isaiah!" You hiss back, "my teddy bear is NOT going to be involved in any criminal activity..."

🐁Isaiah is the one who picks out the Too Hot To Handle t-shirt. At first he makes out like he's joking but when you hmm and say "Yes, I see the vision, I love it..." He tries to pretend he was being serious all along.

🐁Obviously makes some sly little comment about you being too hot to handle...

🐁 One day you go to give your bear a little cwtch and you think he feels kind of lumpy and kind of sharp in places... So you investigate the stitches on the back and oh my god you're going to KILL Isaiah.

🐁 You open the bear up to find diamonds though so maybe this is a secret you can keep... For now.

Michael

☘️ "you're fuckin kidding me..."

☘️ Out of all the blinders Michael has the biggest chip on his shoulder when it comes to masculinity... He really frets and worries about his image as a violent, dark and mean criminal. He likes to come off as slick and professional, an elite... But also as cold and dangerous, not to be messed with. Wants to command everyone's respect at all times...

☘️ "How the fuck am I meant to come across as respectable buying teddy bears y/n"

☘️ You just pout back at him all, "I don't know, hire the place out, show everyone how minted you are..." You shrug your shoulders and then refuse to look at him or speak to him until he caves... And if there's another thing that bothers him deeply it's the thought of not being man enough for his girl... So he has to cave... He can't have toxic masculinity literally be the thing making him seem like "less of a man"

☘️ You weren't actually expecting him to hire the store but he does, he shuts the whole place down for one night, makes them open for you when the rest of the mall is closed for the evening so that it's just the two of you in the whole building... That makes you feel extra special and also guarantees that he's safe from the eyes of anyone who might use this to ridicule him.

☘️ And because the place is shut down and because he's given very clear instructions that the staff are to leave you alone until you're ready to leave he is safe in the knowledge that if he wants to be soft and cute to you he can be... So he is... Of course he's still Michael, he's still a little brooding and serious... Still wants to have authority and control... But he shows that authority by being extra generous and spoiling you rotten in there...

☘️ You get to make multiple bears for sure, every time you say you can't choose you just have to turn and pout at him and be a little bit cutesy and he caves and gives you exactly what you want, and it comes with little kisses on the forehead or cheek. Holding your hand or walking round the store with his arms around you.

☘️He helps you with the stuffing but mostly because if he doesn't you'll be there all bloody night, you've got way too many bears to make all by yourself. So you put him on stuffing duty and you get to work putting their little hearts in and stitching them up.

☘️"Wouldn't have brought you here if I'd known how much work we'd have to do love, y'know I was hoping to be in bed before 5am..." He's only teasing you and really deep down he does love to see you so happy. And you are so happy, you're so sweet and content stitching up your little bears...

☘️ Which is funny because you're usually quite a feisty, hard to please woman, you come off as so chic and badass, he definitely isn't used to seeing you so calm and soft... But he likes this look on you and definitely decides he wants to try and bring it out of you more often...

☘️ Now, whilst Michael was busy concentrating on his task, you made sure to hide your favourite bear, which has gone unstitched because you have big plans for it... And big plans for Michael too.

☘️ Which of course absolutely floor him when you reveal them to him. "You want me to what..." He looks at you so deadpan you almost question whether he's going to give you what you want.

☘️ And he definitely puts up the biggest fight... "Fuckin no y/n... I'm not doing that... Imagine if that gets into the hands of my fuckin cousin eh... Family meetings will be unbearable!" He doesn't hear the pun until you start to giggle and he is so unamused by your laughing at him. But you can't help it.

☘️ "come on Michael please" you pout at him, giving him your best puppy eyes... He isn't budging though and you know you may have to go to an extreme... You drop to your knees, wrapping your arms around his legs, nuzzling into his trousers, then you look up at him again and it your darkest, sweetest voice you ask him again, "pretty please Michael..."

☘️ Makes you stay down there begging a little while because he enjoys hearing your voice when you get a little whiny, and he enjoys looking down on you from that angle...

☘️ but he does cave and he does do the recording, "I love you y/n..." He sounds a little grumpy but he does do it and you are happy. You reward him with a big kiss and promises to thank him properly later.

☘️ Michael literally locks this bear in a safe inside a cupboard whenever family visit, there is no way he's ever having one of his cousins find that by accident. "You're so dramatic Michael it's just a teddy bear..." "Y/N I would sooner lock myself in a burning building and slow roast myself than have Tommy find that fuckin bear..."

☘️ And that's good to know because it means you've got an excellent bargaining chip now for future arguments. One little video of that bear and Michael's little message, it would take seconds to post it in the family WhatsApp and he'd just have to deal with the consequences... Now obviously this is not why you made the bear... Definitely not.

Luca

🪽 I shouldn't but I picture modern day Luca as being Sopranos esque... Not like Tony's family but the actual New York mafia and how they're portrayed in the show.

🪽 And whilst I think the peaky blinders would be on like the New Jersey mob tier, Luca is above all that... he has so much power and such a serious reputation that he actually does not need to worry about being seen in a build a bear with his wife...

🪽 No one is going to say anything about him, not without literally losing their balls or something. People are very careful with what they say about Luca Changretta and his wife.

🪽 So when you ask he just smirks affectionaly, beckons you over to him, holds your cheeks in his hands and places a lingering kiss on your lips. "anything for you my little lamb..."

🪽 He has a flare for romance and he's a passionate man so he's going to turn the whole trip into an occasion. He will close the shop down but not so that no one sees him going into build a bear... people are going to know he did it... it's just so you can have free reign and take your time without feeling rushed... he knows if he took you there during opening hours you'd just keep letting little kids skip past you in the line and then you'd be there all day..

🪽 And he wants you to feel like your trip is all about you, no one else... so you get the store to yourself and he reminds you that money is no object... "But space is Piccolina... We don't want to have to build an extension just for your teddy bears..." He's teasing you of course... he probably would do that if he needed to.

🪽 He's very cool about being there, browsing slowly, though he's watching you the whole time rather than paying much attention to the bears, admiring you from every angle as you concentrate on your choices. Every time you turn to ask his advice he simply tells you "Whatever you think is right Angioletto, you know best..."

🪽 And then to your surprise he sends you off on your own for a little while, and whilst you're busy wrapped up in your little tasks, stuffing your bears just right and putting their little hearts in, he's picking a surprise out for you... a teddy you completely missed!

🪽 When he comes to join you at the heart station he's hiding something behind his back... and when he presents it to you you gasp and clap your hands together so touched by it.

🪽 "A little lamb for my little lamb..." he says it very suavely and you can't help but blush and get butterflies. "Now why don't you show me what to do next?" So you tell him about the little hearts and how you have to give the teddy a voice and how you can do the little recordings... you don't outright tell him you want him to record something for you but he knows you well enough to know that you'd just love it if he did...

🪽 So he takes the heart from your hand and holds it to his lips, eyes locked with yours ever the romantic... and then when he does the recording he thinks carefully about what he's going to say...

🪽 "luce dei miei occhi, amore della mia vita, finché morte non ci separi..." (light of my eyes, love of my life, til death do us part)

🪽 And of course he's holding your cheek in his hand as he says it and of course he kisses you passionately the moment he's finished up... and of course he can't keep his hands off you holding you by the waist... almost getting carried away... and youve melted like butter at his beautiful words.

🪽 Honestly for awhile there you probably get a little distracted from the task at hand (shopping for bears) and spend a little too much time being desperately in love with your husband...

🪽 Your little lamb bear does not look like something that should belong to a mob wife... She's so cute, and Luca finds this a little amusing... That his wife, who is always so chic and styles, so...well... Mob wife... Has gone and made herself the most adorable, very pink, little teddy bear...

🪽 When you get to the checkout you have quite the little hall, the bears you made yourself all in a little basket, and your new favourite little lamb clutched tightly in your arms. You've already decided this little lamb is your most treasured possession...

🪽 At home you hardly let it out of your sight, you're so proud of it, and you can't stop listening to Luca's confession of love, he keeps warning you to be careful not to wear the batteries out but you're too giddy and in love to listen...

🪽 Luca doesn't tend to travel anywhere without you, but on the odd occasion that you have to be parted you like to listen to his little recording before you go to sleep, it makes you feel safe and loved.

Aberama

🦔 I guess there's a bit of an age gap here and Aberama is getting pretty used to hearing you say things he doesn't really understand...

🦔 For example when you ask to go on a trip to build a bear workshop, he really thinks you mean a literal bear building factory... He's a bit confused as to why you'd want to visit a production line... And when he asks and you giggle he quickly realises that this is one of those things he's misunderstood...

🦔 But he's willing to learn he supposes, even if the idea sounds a little mad to him...

🦔 And Aberama is too old to be worried about looking too soft, he doesn't care one bit what anybody else thinks of him, he only cares that his girl is happy and getting all the love and little treats she deserves...

🦔 Will do some research as to which is the best build a bear store in the country and plan it into the route you're travelling... He won't tell you that's what he's doing, so by the time he surprises you with the little day trip you will have forgotten that you'd asked him about it...

🦔 Your reaction when you see where he's taking you is so sweet, how at first he can tell you're a little uncertain, that you have your suspicions but clearly don't want to get your hopes up too much... But then you're sure that he's taking you there because you're standing right outside the shop and he's waiting for the penny to drop and you turn to him with these wide sparkling eyes...

🦔 "This is what you meant isn't it sweetheart?" He asks with a chuckle when you nod your head and squeak with excitement ever so adorably...

🦔 He lets you lead the way because as we've established he's got no idea what goes on here or what the deal is at all... But he thinks it's so sweet how you explain all the steps and give him a little walking step by step tour/tutorial.

🦔 You ask him to help you pick which teddy to get because there are so many you love but you really do only want to get one and besides you both like travelling light... One of Aberama's many nicknames for you is "duckling" and so you end up getting a little duck, which you name "buttercup" another one of his nicknames for you...

🦔 You think she's perfect because she matches your woodsy little aesthetic and also she's just undeniably adorable!!

🦔 You want him to help you with each step so that he can be involved too, "Cause I've done it before but you haven't and I don't want you to miss out!" You insist, and that is partly true... But it is also partly down to the fact that you find it entertaining to watch him struggle to get his head around everything.

🦔 He's pretty good with his hands and very nimble fingered though so he'd be very good at the stuffing and stitching... When you show him the little hearts to put in the bears he can't help but chuckle... He's not exactly cynical in his old age but he definitely thinks that somewhere there's a very rich man because of this "experience" they've managed to sell to people...

🦔 But how can he fault them when you're revelling in that "experience" right before his eyes and you look so so happy...

🦔 He laughs again when you show him the bit where you do a voice recording, "God they've really thought of everything haven't they sweetheart..." He chuckles, you giggling when you scold him for spoiling your fun...

🦔 But of course he does it... I kind of imagine Aberama has quite a way with words, can create quite sentimental homely poetry off the cuff, something very short and sweet... And like honestly my apologies for not including this but my brain is not capable of writing a little poem right now

🦔 Anyway, he reads it beautifully and so calm and slow that you get a little bit worried the recorder is going to time out and he'll have to start again. But luckily the poems very short and sweet.

🦔 Thinks the birth certificate is absolutely insane and does laugh about it, humours you but you do both have a good giggle about it...

🦔 You can't find anything you want to dress your little duck in in the store because you're very fussy about your woodsy little aesthetic and you want her to dress like you dress... And Aberama can see you're a little disappointed you couldn't find anything that felt right so...

🦔 He works away in secret each night after you've gone to sleep to make a tiny replica of a Pinafore you own, one that's the perfect fit for your little duck... Each night he has to wait until you've fallen asleep, sneak out of bed, sneak your cuddly toy away from the bed too, and then work until the early hours in very dim lamplight so as not to wake you...

🦔 There's a couple times where you wake in the middle of the night and he has to be so quick to hide his work and pretend that he was simply getting a drink of water...

🦔 Then one morning you wake up to your little duck sitting by your pillow in this perfect little pinafore... Your heart absolutely bursts and you're genuinely amazed. "Oh my god... Did you do this?" You can't believe how sweet and thoughtful a gesture it is and you're also incredibly impressed by his handy work...

🦔You show her off to everyone you possibly can which does of course mean that poor Abe does in fact wind up getting the piss ripped out of him by some of his friends... And bonnie, god bonnie won't let him live it down saying things like "here the bairns need new clothes da, what're you doin making clothes for a teddy bear when your own flesh an blood are cuttin about with holes in their jackets..."

🦔 But you're so proud of your little bear and so thrilled that Aberama gave it that sweet little finishing touch, he's not bothered what anyone else has to say...

Finn

🌸 is going to say no... Definitely is bothered about looking soft, definitely will be extremely paranoid about being ripped into by his older brothers and his mates...

🌸 Already knows the things they'll say to him, all the comments about if he needs that for when he has nightmares... All the comments about how whipped he must be if he's building teddy bears with you.

🌸 But he's also definitely young enough that he will just so whatever his girl wants, he's a bit of a pushover and if you tell him you're going and he needs to go with you or he's dumped (not even really a serious threat) he will go...

🌸 But he will be massively awkward about being there, he'll be proper skulky constantly checking his periphery for anyone who might know him... Definitely puts his hood up when you're walking into the store, definitely keeps his hood up the whole time.

🌸 The whole time you're in the store he's got this semi blush on his cheeks, his freckles shaded with a slight pink glow behind them....

🌸 he finds it all a bit uncanny, thinks the bear skins are a bit "fookin weird..." But he goes along with everything because the quicker you get on with it the quicker it's over and the quicker he can get out...

🌸 You spend a lot of this trip laughing at him and taking the piss out of him because he's being a baby... "You're being daft Finn, lighten up babe... You don't gotta be so serious all the time you're Finn Shelby not Tommy..."

🌸 You try to get him to do little bits with you, he just laughs nervously when he's doing the stuffing and then gets awkward about the heart...

🌸 He definitely is a bit mortified when you ask him to do the voice recording... "Seriously babe? Do I have to?" "it's not like I'm askin you to kill someone Finn jesus..." "I'd fuckin rather you did love I'm better at that!"

🌸 he does do the recording in the end but it's quiet and muffled because he mumbles it, he's too worried about other people in the store over hearing him...

🌸 You let him dress it and it winds up looking like this...

AN // happy Valentines day my lovelies, hope this brings you some fuzzy cosy vibes this evening!! This took me like two whole weeks to write :o sorry they don't all come with a bear, there will be more bear analysis soon I think... And sorry some are shorter than others, I really only threw poor Finn in there because the thought of him sulkin in build a bear made me giggle.

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Valentine's with JJK Men

Pairing: JJK men x reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: SFW, Valentine's date, fluff, no use of (y/n)

A/N: Happy Valentine's! Total last-minute speedrun, working on ending my writing block ugh. Please ignore my grammar and any typos, I didn't have time to check asdfghjk,,, Enjoy!

My requests are open. Send me stuff! :)

Satoru Gojo

You had been worried, in all honesty. But you had decided to give Satoru the benefit of doubt. He’d come up with something. But then… 14th February rolled around and still nothing. So you sent out some feelers, in the form of subtle questions. 

Should I get my nails done? What do you think of this restaurant? 

You really didn’t need to. He had sent you a last minute text the day before like, “Hey, pick you up at 7 tomorrow. Wear the blue dress, it’s hot.” Because of course, he was too confident you’d say yes. Which you did. 

But the irritation melts away when you open the door and he’s standing there, all soft-smiles and heart-shaped sunglasses. He smothers you with compliments, and you wonder if your heart will flutter out your chest.

And Gojo never does things halfway. He’s the personification of the saying ‘Go big, or go home’, and Valentine’s Day is no exception. He had brought with him a small mountain of gifts— designer accessories, ridiculously overpriced chocolates (he’d probably end up eating the lot), and a bouquet so big he was nearly invisible behind it. 

Satoru had also taken the liberty to book an extravagant date at the most exclusive restaurant in town, complete with a candlelit dinner and a skyline view. Throughout the night he’s flirty and playful, feeding you bits of cake just to watch you roll your eyes at his antics, and pressing kisses along your knuckles like you’re some fairy princess. 

The night ends with him dramatically twirling you under the stars (he admitted to stealing this idea off Pinterest), probably to music only he can hear. And when you two get home, he’s snuggling up to you like a clingy cat, murmuring, "You know, I’d do this for you every day if you let me."

Suguru Geto

Suguru isn’t one for flashy displays; instead, he makes everything deeply personal. He asks you to be his Valentine a week in advance, phrasing it so softly that it feels like a promise rather than a question. 

On the day itself, he surprises you with a picnic by the river. You wonder how he managed to find such a perfect spot with a gorgeous view that was also free of other couples, but that’s just Geto. He had a talent in finding placed untouched by the chaos of the world.

The blanket is laid out perfectly, and the food? Home-made, down to the last detail—because he rarely cooks, but for you, he spent the whole morning perfecting your favorite dishes. He had even tried his hand at baking, and you couldn’t help but coo at the wonky cookies.

There’s a gentle sort of intimacy in the way he pours your tea, in the way he tucks stray hairs behind your ear, in the way his fingers brush against yours as he hands you a chocolate-dipped strawberry. Suguru even wore his hair loose, flowing around his face, a look you love. He usually keeps it tied back, but he knows you prefer it this way. It’s a small detail, but it makes him feel even more approachable, even more him.

He doesn’t rush anything—he just watches, taking in the way the sunset makes you glow. 

When the time feels right, he pulls out a small box, inside of which sits a necklace with a beautiful locket made of dried flowers. It’s both meaningful and expensive—something he chose carefully, something that reminds him of you.

A quiet smile tugs at his lips when he fastens it around your neck, fingers lingering for just a second longer than necessary. 

“Looks perfect on you,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

Later, when the sun is low in the sky and the world feels like it’s holding its breath, Suguru doesn’t rush you to move or leave. Instead, he sits next to you, his presence grounding and peaceful, just enjoying your company in the stillness of the evening. His hand finds yours in the quiet, and you can feel the solid affection between you both without needing to say anything. His love is gentle but all-encompassing, not a grand declaration but a steady flame that burns deeper than any rose or candlelit dinner could ever show. 

“I’m glad you’re here,” he murmurs quietly, as if this moment—this perfect, simple moment—is enough.

Kento Nanami

Nanami is a man who plans ahead. No last-minute reservations, no rushed gifts—everything is thoughtfully chosen weeks in advance because to him, love is not about grand gestures or fleeting moments; it’s about consistency, intention, and care. 

He formally asked you to be his Valentine at least a month ago, his voice steady but gentle when he said, “I’d like to take you somewhere nice. If you’re free, of course.” But there was a quiet hopefulness in his eyes, a softness in the way his fingers brushed against yours when he said it.

By the time Valentine’s Day arrives, he has already spoiled you in small ways leading up to it—fresh bouquets every week, tiny, thoughtful gifts left on your nightstand (a book he caught you eyeing, your favourite coffee blend, a handwritten note that simply said “Thinking of you.”). He never overdoes it, never makes a spectacle, but his love is constant, woven into every choice he makes.

The day itself starts with a spa appointment already booked for you, a quiet way of making sure you feel pampered. In the evening, he picks you up at your door, looking effortlessly elegant in his suit. Before you can say anything, he presents you with a stunning bouquet, bigger than any of the ones before, wrapped in understated, tasteful paper—because he notices the details you like, even when you think he doesn’t. 

He murmurs a simple, “You look beautiful,” before leading you to a sleek, intimate restaurant where he’s secured the perfect table—somewhere quiet, private, away from the noise of the world.

Dinner is perfectly paced—deliberate, unhurried. He watches you with those warm, focused eyes, listening intently to everything you say.

At some point, he slides a small box across the table—not a ring, not yet, but something deeply meaningful, something he saw and thought of you immediately. When you open it, his lips quirk up ever so slightly, pleased by the way your fingers linger over the delicate earrings inside. 

"I wanted you to have something special today," he says simply, but there’s an unspoken depth in those words—a quiet promise that this isn’t just Valentine’s, isn’t just a single day of romance. 

By the time the night ends, he drives you home with one hand on the wheel and the other resting lightly on your thigh, his touch warm and grounding.

“I hope today was enough.” And it’s almost laughable that he even thinks that, because everything he does—every carefully chosen detail, every quiet moment—is a testament to how deeply, truly, and wholly he loves you.

Toji Fushiguro

Toji is… not the Valentine’s type.

 He groans when he realizes the date, mutters something about it being a commercial scam, but still finds himself dragging his ass to the store last minute to grab some things you like.

He won’t admit it, but he actually tried— he arranged the flowers in an acceptable bouquet (you ignore the misshapen stems), downloaded your favourite movie on the TV, somehow made popcorn without burning anything, and picked up dinner from your favourite spot.

But for all his grumbling, he sat through the entire thing, sneaking glances at you instead of the screen. He spent the rest of his efforts pulling you as close to him as possible, pressing the occasional kiss against your neck. His hand finds your thigh, fingers tracing lazy patterns. 

“You owe me for this,” he mutters in your ear, but you know he doesn’t mean anything by it.

By the end of the night, he’s dozing off with his head in your lap, your fingers dragging through his hair slowly. And then so quietly that you almost miss it— “I guess it wasn’t that bad.”

Toji isn’t the best with romance, but he still showed up. He tried his best. And that means more to you than you’ll ever say.

Ryomen Sukuna

Sukuna does not care about Valentine’s Day. 

At all.

When you first bring it up, he barely looks up from his throne, giving you an unimpressed look before growling, "What the hell is a Valentine?" 

You have to practically beg him to celebrate, and even then, he makes zero effort—no chocolates, no flowers, nothing remotely romantic. If you expect candlelit dinners or heartfelt confessions, you’re delusional. The best you’ll get is an unimpressed stare and maybe, just maybe, a begrudging “I guess you look good today.”

And yet… later that night, when he sees you sulking about it, he lets out a dramatic sigh before dragging you into his lap, his fingers tilting your chin up.

"Tch. You really care about all that dumb human shit?" he mutters, but his voice is a little softer. 

Then, without warning, he kisses you, slow and deep, with a kind of intensity that makes your knees weak. When he pulls away, he smirks, satisfied by the dazed look in your eyes. 

"There. Happy now?" And as much as you hate to admit it, you kind of are.

Choso Kamo

Choso could probably make a career out of overthinking. 

He had no idea what to get you. He spent weeks figuring out what to do. Not one social media platform was helpful, and was back to square one. 

What if you don’t like his gift? What if he forgets something? What if it’s too tacky?

He spends days pacing and stressing, and at the cost of his pride, he calls Yuuji, who tells him to do whatever feels right. Great.

Choso tried, he really did. 

He shows up at your door with an armful of gifts, everything from handwritten love letters to a carefully wrapped box filled with all your favourite chocolates. His eyes light up when you open the door, and without hesitation, he pulls you into the warmest, longest hug imaginable.

He keeps it simple but heartfelt—a pasta dinner, a slow movie night, his hand resting over yours the entire time. 

He stares at you like you hung the stars in the sky, eyes filled with so much adoration it makes you a little dizzy. At some point, he blurts out, "I don’t really know how this works, but… I just wanted to make today special for you." And you swear, if you weren’t already in love with him, that would’ve done it.

Megumi Fushiguro

Megumi is low-key but incredibly sweet. 

He never makes a big deal out of celebrations, it’s not really his style. But he knows how much it means to you that he shows up, so he makes sure you know he cares.

You wake up to a warm cup of tea, brewed just right, and breakfast-in-bed. You’re delighted to see your eggs shaped like a heart, and Megumi stands there in the corner, grinning with pride. 

When the two of you go out for lunch at the latest ‘aesthetic’ cafe you found on the net, he makes sure to surprise you with a bouquet of your favourite flowers wrapped in brown paper.

And at night, he decides to take you to a karaoke bar. In some ways, you and Megumi are polar opposites. But when it comes to karaoke, there was a shared love. He never sang in front of his friends (Nobara would never let him live it down), but he dedicates just about every song to you tonight. You’re too busy laughing to sing.

The night is cozy—just the two of you, tangled up under warm blankets, the scent of laundry soap filling the space. Megumi doesn’t say much, but his actions speak volumes—the way he pulls you closer, the way his fingers gently trace patterns on your skin. 

At some point, he murmurs, "You make every day feel like Valentine’s Day." And just like that, your heart is gone.

Yuji Itadori

For Yuuji, Valentine’s is a mix of romance and utter chaos. 

He got you flowers and chocolates, but to your utter horror, he bought you one of those musical Hallmark cards. The tinny audio drives you up the wall (Yuuji swears it’s the best thing ever invented). You’re tempted to light both him and the card on fire.

But you had no idea what was in store. You got a little worried when he set up the mini-projector. You really hoped it wasn’t another video of him singing. Bless his heart, but his singing voice should never see daylight.

You buzz in anticipation and when the video starts playing, you are absolutely delighted, Yuuji had commissioned one of those ridiculous TikTok videos where a bunch of random guys dance and hold up a sign with your face on it and wish you Happy Valentine’s. 

He’s grinning the whole time, clearly proud of himself. You laugh so hard you almost forget the effort he put into everything. 

The night is warm and silly. He refuses to let you oversee his cooking, resulting in mildly burnt vegetables, but the thousand tiny moments where he looks at you like you’re his entire world make it taste all the better.

At some point, he blurts out, “I just love you so much.”

And it’s so earnest, so raw, that you can’t help but tackle him to the couch with a flurry of kisses all over his face.

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[mariesdolls]

Favoritism

you dreaded the idea of taking your last class for college. it was your final semester before transfering over to the Seoul’s academy and your last required class just had to be an art class.

you appreciate the arts but seriously? you later changed your mind about this class until your professor was painting your insides white.

-

Thanos was mesmerized as he watched your tight little cunt swallow his cock whole. the position where he has you bent over has him hitting your spot each time he pushes forward. with each hard thrust you knew you weren’t going to last long, again.

he holds onto your shoulder as he keeps one of his hands on the top of your ass, letting you rock back and forth in his shallow thrusts. the stretch makes you tremble, slick with want. you find your old nail scratches etched into his desk, now adding new ones in this position he’s placed you in.

“so cute,” he praises, his mouth slightly parted and his eyes half lidded. “how can my cutie have such filthy thoughts about me?”

you don’t know how long you’ll last. with the way he was praising you, calling you his, and him rubbing your clit again to make you reach an earth shattering high. you were so close and he can tell. your walls were so desperate to milk dry. all you can feel is how he stretches you to perfection, your mouth drooling from the absolute pleasure he was giving you.

your orgasm slams into you and your vision whitens, clenching around him as he fucks you through it.

“so good to me,” he pants, “my favorite and best student.” he sighs against your neck, sending goosebumps to your skin. he gently takes ahold of you by the neck, angling you for a tender but for a slightly messy kiss while his hands rub the side of your ass.

he helps you clean the mess between your thighs with his handkerchief as you fix the top of your shirt. he gently helps you slide on your panties, guiding your leg over the entrance, then the other, before placing a tender kiss on the inner part of your thigh.

“try and focus today cutie, don’t wanna go rough on you tonight.” he tilts his head and winks, patting your thigh that you’re good to go before any students see.

-

you were known as the model student in this class. always the first to arrive and always looking the best. many of your peers don’t know how you do it and why but truly your motivation was him.

your art could no where compete with his so you always found yourself reaching his help, hoping for his attention- not that you cared much for the projects. it was him you wanted, his touch, his gaze, the thrill of being near him was almost electrifying.

his presence was impossible to ignore. his hand covers yours as he helps guide your brush. his chest pressed gently against your back and his steady breath on the back of your neck made your heart race.

thankfully the canvas you had was large enough to cover both of you. no one could see the way his lips brushed against your ear as he murmured small praises and the way his fingertips lingered on your skin longer than necessary. they couldn’t see the way his hand slipped off your waist as he left you to do your work.

“class is almost over. make sure to clean up your stations and you’re free to go.” he says in a deeper tone, one that he never used much to you whenever you two were alone.

the hum of class chatter, the shuffle of footsteps as students packed up and cleaned their stations, filled the room. one by one, they all trickled out, only a few remained.

as you gathered your things, your eyes found his across the room. his gaze locked with yours and a subtle smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

neither of you looked away. his eyes followed you and you could feel the weight of his stare as you made your way to the door. you let your gaze linger for a moment before you stepped out of the room, knowing he was still watching until your figure completely disappeared from his sight.

-

a trail of your clothes and his litter in his room to his bed.

“fuuuuck, cutie, - hah. fuck you’re so fucking wet for me,” he lets out a groan that comes from deep in his chest. he takes a couple more breaths, clenching his eyes close and finds solitude in the crook of your neck. his palms could basically leave his handprints on your ass where he’s squeezing so tight.

he thrusts into you deeply, matching your rhythm while you clamp down on his cock. your body seizes as your orgasm washes over your body and continues fucking you through it, trying to find his own.

you hear him whine and continue to let him have your way with you while you grab onto him. he can’t control the sounds that come out of him as he lets out such soft and pretty sounds in your ears. you know he’s getting closer and closer until you feel his cum flooding inside of you.

he continues thrusting inside of you, taking advantage of your hot walls squeezing down on him. he catches his breath with his head still down and you can feel his breath on your chest as you stroke the back of his head.

“thanos?” you asked soflty, your hands intertwining with his soft locks. “are you alright?”

he lifts his head away from your neck, his eyes refocusing on you again. a mischievous smirk tugs at the corners of his lips, his hands find your back and draw you down with him, the plush of his mattress catching you both. the unexpected movement earns a surprised yelp from you.

“i love you,” he mutters under his breath, unsure if you heard it. both of you were still hazy from what just happened a couple seconds ago.

your fingers trail absentmindedly over the locket around his neck, fiddling with the cool metal. his hands cover yours, gently guiding it away from the chain and refocusing your attention back to him.

“i love you too,” you murmur.

[sweetmisery]

fighting with p1harmony | hyung line

pairing: theo | keeho | jiung x female!reader

genre: angst, fluff

a/n: i looove writing ot6 scenarios and this time it‘s about having your first fight with them :( i hope you enjoy reading this, if you have any ideas for scenarios/reactions feel free to send me a request, i‘d be very happy to write about it ♡ maknae line will follow soon!

THEO

You let out an exhausted sigh as you stepped back, hands on your hips, surveying your work in the living room. You had spent the past hour rearranging the furniture, pushing the coffee table a little closer to the couch, angling the armchair just right. They were small changes, but they made the space feel fresh. You smiled, satisfied.

And then - thunk.

Your foot caught on something. A dull, hollow sound followed, and when you glanced down, your stomach dropped. Theo’s guitar lay face-down on the hardwood floor, the headstock at an odd, unnatural angle.

Panic set in instantly. You dropped to your knees, hands shaking as you reached for it. Turning it over, you saw the damage: the wood near the tuning pegs had splintered, a jagged crack running through it. This wasn’t just any guitar. This was Theo’s guitar. His favorite one. The one he played when he was stressed, when he was happy, when he was just messing around. The one he treasured.

Your throat tightened. No, no, no.

For a second, you considered calling him, confessing immediately, but fear won. Instead, you lifted the broken guitar carefully and slipped into the bedroom, tucking it out of sight. If he didn’t see it right away, maybe… maybe you would have time to figure out what to do. Maybe he wouldn’t even notice.

The front door opened.

Your heart jumped. Footsteps followed, the sound of Theo kicking off his shoes, the rustling of his coat as he tossed it onto the hook. You forced yourself to breathe, smoothing down your shirt like that would somehow make everything feel normal.

“Hey,” he called from the hallway. “Where are you?”

You swallowed hard. “Living room.”

Theo appeared in the doorway, his dark hair slightly disheveled from work, his expression soft. He looked tired, but he gave you a small smile anyway. “Hey,” he said again, stepping forward to press a quick kiss to your forehead. “What have you been up to?”

You forced a casual shrug. “Just, uh, moving some things around.”

He nodded, then glanced around the room, his gaze landing exactly where the guitar should have been. His brows pulled together slightly. “Huh. Do you know where my guitar is? I’m sure I left it in the living room.”

Your pulse hammered.

You met his eyes, feigning confusion. “Hm?”

Theo tilted his head. “My guitar. The acoustic one.”

You felt the lie pressing against your lips, thick and sticky. “Oh, uh… I don’t know? Maybe you put it somewhere else?”

He frowned, glancing around again before heading toward the bedroom. Your stomach twisted into a tight knot as you watched him go, every step bringing him closer to the truth.

Then - his voice rang out, sharp and unmistakable.

“Y/N!”

Your heart stopped.

Theo stood in the doorway of the bedroom, his face twisted in anger, the broken guitar clutched in his hands. His knuckles were white as he held it up, the damage glaring under the soft glow of the bedside lamp.

“What the hell did you do?!” His voice was sharp, accusing.

Your chest tightened. You opened your mouth, but no words came. Theo shook the guitar slightly, as if that would somehow force an answer out of you.

“I-I don’t know,” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. “It wasn’t me.”

A bitter, disbelieving laugh escaped him. “Oh, come on, stop lying!” His tone dripped with frustration. “You rearranged the living room, where I left my guitar yesterday, and suddenly it’s broken?! What, it just snapped on its own?”

You pressed your lips together, heart pounding. You had never seen him this angry before.

“And this is my favorite one!” Theo shouted, his voice echoing through the small bedroom. “Do you even know how expensive it’s going to be to get this repaired?!”

Your throat tightened as the weight of guilt crushed you. Your lips trembled, and you could feel the tears building, hot and stinging. “I’m so sorry,” you mumbled, your voice shaking. “I didn’t mean to break it.”

Theo scoffed, shaking his head. “That’s not even the worst part,” he snapped. His dark eyes locked onto yours, burning with frustration. “The worst part is that you lied to my face. You didn’t even admit it.”

The words hit harder than you expected. You swallowed past the lump in your throat, trying to find something to say, anything to fix this. “I-I’ll pay for the repair,” you offered weakly, your voice barely steady.

Theo let out a sharp breath, his jaw clenching. “That’s not the point!” he hissed. His hands gripped the broken guitar tightly for a moment before he exhaled and shook his head again, looking away. “Just… leave me alone,” he muttered, his voice lower now, rough with exhaustion.

Without another word, he turned and walked past you, making his way toward the living room.

You stood there, frozen, alone in the bedroom. The silence pressed in around you, thick and heavy. And then, finally, you let the tears fall.

——————

The bedroom felt quiet, apart from the soft sound of your sniffles as you sat curled up on the bed. You wiped at your eyes with the sleeve of your sweater, but the tears kept coming, leaving streaks down your cheeks. Your chest still ached from the argument, from the way Theo had looked at you - frustrated, disappointed.

Then, you heard footsteps approaching.

Theo appeared in the doorway, no longer carrying the broken guitar. His expression was softer now, the anger from before fading into something calmer. You braced yourself, thinking he was still upset, but instead of speaking right away, he sat down beside you.

You kept your gaze on your lap, avoiding his eyes. The bed dipped slightly under his weight, and then, his hand landed gently on your thigh.

You blinked in surprise, hesitating before finally looking up at him. Your voice wavered through your tears as you mumbled, “I’m so sorry… for breaking your guitar… and for lying to you.”

Theo let out a quiet sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was mad,” he admitted, “but I didn’t mean to overreact and make you cry.”

You sniffled again, nodding. “I get why you were mad,” you murmured. “It’s your favorite guitar…”

His fingers squeezed your thigh gently, a silent reassurance. Then, to your surprise, he exhaled a small chuckle. “Honestly? I can just buy a new one.”

Your eyebrows lifted slightly. “But… it was your favorite.”

Theo shrugged. “Yeah, but I was already thinking about getting a new one anyway. This one’s been old for a while.”

You hesitated. “I’ll pay for it,” you said quickly, feeling like you at least owed him that much.

Theo let out a laugh, shaking his head. “No, you don’t need to.”

His hand lifted to your face, his thumb gently wiping away a lingering tear from your cheek. His voice was softer now, filled with regret. “I’m sorry for making you feel this way,” he murmured. “Are we good?”

You nodded, sniffling once more. “Yeah.”

Theo’s lips curved into a small smile. “Good.” Then, his expression turned teasing as he added, “But from now on, you have to stay at least five feet away from my guitars.”

A watery giggle escaped your lips. “Deal.”

His hand slid up to cup the back of your head as he leaned in, pressing a soft, warm kiss to your forehead. And just like that, the tension melted away.

KEEHO

The apartment was quiet except for the sound of running water from the bathroom. Keeho was in the shower, leaving his phone unattended on the kitchen counter. You weren’t proud of the way your eyes kept flickering toward it, drawn by every little vibration that echoed in the stillness of the room.

You had no reason to doubt him, at least, that’s what you kept telling yourself. He had always been kind, attentive, and loving. But lately, something had felt… off. You had noticed the way he smiled at his phone, his fingers flying over the screen with an eagerness that made your stomach twist. And when you had asked, he had simply said it was his family.

You had believed him. Or rather, you had tried to.

But then, the screen lit up again.

Buzz.

Your heart pounded.

Buzz.

You swallowed hard. The name on the screen sent a wave of unease through you.

You hesitated. You knew you shouldn’t. You knew that trust was the foundation of every strong relationship. But something deeper, something ugly and jealous, clawed at your insides. You weren’t normally like this. Keeho had never given you a real reason to doubt him before.

And yet, before you could stop yourself, your fingers were reaching out.

The screen unlocked with a simple swipe.

You shouldn’t have looked.

But you did.

And what you saw made your breath catch in your throat.

?: i miss you :(

?: i can’t wait to meet you when I’m in Seoul

Your hands trembled. The words blurred for a moment as your mind scrambled to make sense of them. I miss you? Can’t wait to meet you?

Your stomach dropped.

Was Keeho… cheating?

No. He wouldn’t. Would he?

You wanted to think there was some kind of explanation, something innocent you weren’t seeing. But in that moment, all you could feel was a sinking, suffocating sense of betrayal. Your chest tightened as a storm of emotions swirled inside you - hurt, confusion, anger, fear.

And then, before you could even begin to process what to do next, a voice cut through the silence.

“What are you doing with my phone?”

Your body went rigid.

Slowly, you turned around, your hands still clutching the device as if caught red-handed.

Keeho stood in the doorway of the bathroom, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, his wet hair dripping onto his bare shoulders. His expression was unreadable, his eyes locked onto you, a flicker of something behind them that you couldn’t quite place.

The air between you grew heavy.

And just like that, the moment you had been dreading had arrived.

The fight was inevitable now.

The weight of Keeho’s gaze pinned you in place. His phone was still in your hands, the damning messages from the mysterious girl glowing on the screen. You could barely hold back the sting of tears as they welled up in your eyes.

Keeho’s brows furrowed as he took a step closer, water still dripping from his hair. His voice was sharp, laced with disbelief.

“Why the hell are you snooping through my phone?”

You flinched. You knew this was wrong, you knew you had crossed a line. But the pain in your chest was too strong to ignore. The betrayal, the doubt, the ache of wondering if everything you had with him was a lie - it was suffocating.

A shaky breath left your lips as you finally lifted your eyes to meet his. “How could you do this to me?”

Keeho’s expression shifted. The irritation in his eyes flickered into something softer, something more concerned. His voice lowered, confusion creeping into his tone.

“…do what?”

Your chest tightened. A part of you wanted to believe him, to believe that there was some kind of explanation. But your mind replayed the words on the screen: I miss you. I can’t wait to meet you.

“I already had this feeling for a long time,” you whispered, your voice breaking slightly. “And now I know. You’re cheating on me.”

Silence.

Keeho blinked at you, completely stunned. Then his jaw tensed, his eyes narrowing as if he couldn’t believe what he had just heard.

“What the hell are you talking about?” he demanded, his voice rising in frustration.

“I saw the messages,” you shot back, your grip tightening around his phone.

Keeho let out a bitter laugh, running a hand through his wet hair. “What messages?”

Your heart pounded as anger swelled inside you. You let out a sarcastic chuckle, shaking your head. “Are you seriously still trying to deny it?”

Keeho exhaled deeply, his frustration now evident in the way his shoulders tensed. “Wait… so you seriously think that I’m cheating on you?”

“I know that you are!” you snapped.

For a moment, he just stared at you. Then, something in his face shifted. His frustration was still there, but now it was mixed with something else. Something more painful.

“Wow,” he muttered, his voice laced with disbelief. He shook his head, looking at you like he didn’t recognize you anymore. “So that’s what you take me for? A cowardly cheater?”

You swallowed, your emotions a mess of anger and pain. “Then tell me…” Your voice wavered as you took a step closer, gripping the phone in your shaking hands. “Who the hell is Anna?”

The second the name left your lips, Keeho’s face twisted, not with guilt, but with sheer frustration.

“Seriously?!” He let out a bitter scoff, rubbing his temple as if he was trying to keep himself from yelling. “That’s my sister.”

Your breath caught. Your thoughts froze.

No. That couldn’t be.

“You’re lying,” you whispered. You had to be right. The messages were too suspicious. He was just trying to cover it up now. “Stop lying.”

Keeho’s expression darkened, his patience running thin. “I’m not lying,” he said through gritted teeth. “Why the hell would I lie about that?”

“Then why didn’t you ever tell me about her?”

Keeho scoffed, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “I thought I did.”

He snapped his phone from your hands and started scrolling through his photos. Within seconds, he found what he was looking for - an old picture of him and Anna, both of them grinning at the camera, looking unmistakably alike. He turned the phone toward you, his jaw tight.

“There,” he said, his voice cold. “That’s Anna. My sister.”

You stared at the picture, your mind reeling. The resemblance was undeniable. The way she smiled, the way her eyes crinkled at the corners. It was Keeho’s face in a female version.

Your stomach twisted.

“My family is coming to visit soon,” Keeho continued, his voice still sharp. “I was actually planning to surprise you with it. I wanted you to finally meet them.” His lips curled into a bitter smile. “But you just had to go and ruin the surprise, huh?”

Guilt crept up your spine, but you were still too stunned to speak.

Keeho scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. “I can’t believe this,” he muttered. His voice was low, almost to himself. “I can’t believe you would actually think that I’d cheat on you.”

Before you could say anything, before you could even think of how to respond, Keeho turned on his heel and stormed off.

The bedroom door slammed shut behind him.

And just like that, you were left standing alone in the kitchen, heart pounding, mind racing, and regret already sinking in.

——————

Your hand rested on the bedroom doorknob for far too long.

The weight of what had just happened sat heavy in your chest, making it hard to breathe. You had accused Keeho of something terrible, something he didn’t deserve. And now, on the other side of this door, he was hurt because of you.

Your fingers tightened around the handle. You were scared to face him, scared of the disappointment in his eyes. But you knew that you had to.

With a deep breath, you slowly turned the knob and stepped inside.

Keeho sat on the edge of the bed, his arms crossed over his chest. His head was slightly bowed, his expression unreadable in the dim light of the room. He didn’t look up when you entered.

Carefully, you approached, your steps hesitant.

“Keeho…” Your voice was soft, almost unsure.

He scoffed, finally meeting your gaze. His eyes were sharp, but there was something else beneath the frustration - something tired, something hurt.

“What do you want?” His voice was flat, emotionless.

Your stomach twisted, but you didn’t back down.

“I’m sorry,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “I made a mistake.”

Keeho didn’t reply. His silence felt heavier than if he had just yelled at you.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and continued. “I didn’t even know you had a sis-”

“That still doesn’t give you the right to look through my phone.”

The words hit you like a slap. You knew he was right. No matter how much your emotions had clouded your judgment, no matter how suspicious things had seemed, it still wasn’t okay.

Tears pricked at your eyes again, but you refused to let them fall. “I know,” you admitted, your voice trembling. “I broke your trust, and I understand if… if you want to break up now.”

Keeho’s head snapped up.

His entire posture changed as he quickly stood, closing the distance between you. His brows were furrowed, eyes wide as if he couldn’t believe what you had just said.

“Break up?” His voice was filled with disbelief. “Are you serious?”

You lowered your gaze, unable to look at him. “I messed up, Keeho. I accused you of something awful. I don’t deserve-”

“I would never want to break up with you,” he interrupted firmly. His expression softened, but there was still something heavy in his gaze. “But…” He let out a quiet sigh, shaking his head. “I won’t lie. It hurts that you don’t trust me.”

Your heart clenched.

“I do trust you,” you insisted, desperation creeping into your tone. “I should have just asked you instead of… instead of going through your phone.” Your voice broke as you continued, “I swear, I would never do this again. Please… please believe me.”

For a moment, Keeho just stared at you.

Then, without warning, he reached forward and pulled you into his arms.

You melted against his chest as he wrapped his arms tightly around you, his warmth seeping into your skin. He didn’t say anything right away, just held you there, as if trying to calm the storm of emotions between you both.

Finally, Keeho leaned back slightly, his hands still resting on your shoulders as he looked down at you. His expression had softened.

“I get it,” he murmured. “You didn’t know about my sister. And… maybe I have been acting a little suspicious lately.” His lips curled into a small, tired smile. “I guess I can understand why you got the wrong idea.”

Your throat tightened with guilt. “I’m still so sorry,” you whispered. “Especially for ruining the surprise with your family.”

Keeho let out a small chuckle, shaking his head as he reached up to gently wipe away a stray tear from your cheek. “It’s okay,” he reassured you. “Honestly, I should’ve just been upfront with you from the start.”

He paused for a moment, then met your gaze with a serious expression. “But promise me something, okay?”

You nodded quickly. “Anything.”

“From now on, if you ever have doubts about anything, talk to me.” His voice was gentle but firm. “No more assumptions. No more snooping. Just be honest with me.”

You swallowed hard, nodding again. “I promise.”

Keeho studied you for a second longer before a small smile finally broke through his stern expression. He pulled you in for another hug, holding you close as he murmured, “I’m sorry too… for making you feel like you had a reason to doubt me.”

A shaky breath of relief left your lips as you hugged him back.

You pulled back slightly, looking up at him with a hesitant smile. “No more surprises, okay?”

Keeho chuckled, his usual warmth returning to his eyes. “No more surprises,” he promised, pulling you back in a tight hug.

JIUNG

The weekend had finally arrived. After weeks of Jiung being swamped with work, you were both looking forward to spending time together. You had planned everything down to the last detail - a cozy day in the kitchen, cooking his favorite Korean dishes together. It felt like the perfect way to reconnect.

At first, everything was perfect. The kitchen was filled with the comforting aroma of garlic and sesame oil, the sound of vegetables sizzling in the pan. Standing at the counter, you were slicing carrots into thin strips. It wasn’t anything fancy, but you were doing your best.

Beside you, Jiung was focused on chopping onions with precise, practiced movements. Every now and then, he glanced over at your cutting board.

“You’re cutting them wrong,” he pointed out, leaning over your shoulder.

You giggled, not taking it seriously. “Oh no, the perfectionist chef has arrived,” you teased.

Jiung rolled his eyes, but there was a small smile playing on his lips. “You should cut them like this,” he said, demonstrating with his own knife. His voice was calm, but there was a hint of seriousness in it.

You looked at your uneven slices and then back at him, smiling playfully. “It’s fine, Jiung. They’re just carrots.”

He sighed softly, setting down his knife. “But they won’t cook evenly if they’re all different sizes.”

You giggled, finding it cute how much he cared about something so small. “Okay, Chef Jiung, whatever you say.”

But he didn‘t laughed. Instead, he picked up one of your carrot slices and examined it like a food critic. “You’re holding the knife wrong too. Here, let me show you.”

Before you could react, he stepped behind you, gently guiding your hands. His fingers curled around yours, adjusting your grip on the knife. His touch had been warm, and for a second, your heart had skipped. But then he took your wrist and moved it in a controlled motion, like you were a student in a cooking class.

“See? If you do it like this, it’s much easier,” he said.

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh. “Jiung, it’s just vegetables. We’re not on a cooking show.”

He didn‘t let go. “I know, but if we’re going to do it, we should do it right.”

That was when you started feeling a little annoyed. This was supposed to be fun, but he had been taking it so seriously, almost like he was critiquing you instead of cooking with you. You pulled your hands away and continued cutting the way you wanted.

“Okay, okay, I got it,” you said lightly.

You shrugged and kept chopping, but soon, he started correcting you again. First, it was the size of the carrots. Then, the way you were stirring the sauce.

“That’s not how you do it,” Jiung sighed, stepping in to take the spoon from your hand.

You frowned and turned to face him. “Jiung, are you serious right now? It’s just dinner. It doesn’t have to be perfect.”

Jiung let out a frustrated breath, shaking his head. “This is my favorite food, okay? We can’t mess it up.”

You felt your chest tighten. “So now I’m messing it up?” you said, voice quieter now, but the hurt was obvious.

He frowned slightly. “I'm just saying that it should be done properly. Otherwise, what’s the point?”

Something in his tone made your frustration flare. “The point is to have fun. Not to make some five-star gourmet meal. You’re acting like I’m ruining everything.”

Jiung let out a breath, rubbing his temple. “I’m just trying to help.”

“Well, it doesn’t feel like help. It feels like you’re just telling me I’m doing everything wrong,” you shot back.

His expression hardened, his voice raised. “Well, maybe if you weren’t so terrible at cooking, I wouldn’t have to tell you how to do everything!”

The words hit you like a slap. You stared at him, feeling your stomach twist. Was he being serious?

Your heart pounded. “Do you even hear yourself right now?” you asked, voice quieter now, but the hurt was obvious.

Jiung sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I just- look, never mind. Let’s just finish the food.”

But you had lost all interest. The cozy atmosphere that had surrounded you earlier now felt tight and heavy. You didn’t expect to argue tonight, you were so excited for this. But suddenly, the warmth of the moment had turned into something frustrating, something that made your chest ache.

“You know what? Just finish it yourself,” you said, setting your knife down with a soft clatter.

Jiung looked at you, his lips pressed together, as if he tried to choose his next words carefully. But you didn’t want to hear them. Not right now. Without another word, you turned away, walking straight to the bedroom.

You didn’t slam the door, but you shut it firmly enough to make a point. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you stared down at your hands, replaying the words in your head.

Maybe if you weren’t so terrible at cooking…

A lump formed in your throat. You weren’t expecting him to be that harsh.

From the kitchen, you could still hear him moving around, pots clanking, the faint sound of something sizzling in the pan. But he didn’t come after you.

And that hurt even more.

——————

It had been a while since you left Jiung alone in the kitchen. The muffled sounds of clinking dishes and the faint aroma of his cooking had long since settled, but you didn‘t move from your spot on the bed. Arms crossed, you stared at the floor, still replaying the argument in your head.

Then, there was a quiet knock. A moment later, Jiung pushed the door open and stepped inside. His expression was unreadable as he leaned against the doorframe.

“Dinner’s ready,” he said.

You didn’t look up. “I’m not hungry anymore.”

Jiung frowned, stepping closer. “I put in all my effort to cook.”

Your frustration bubbled up again, and before you could stop yourself, you snapped, “I wanted to cook with you, but you were being so bossy and annoying.” Finally, you looked up at him, your eyes sharp. “Why did you have to take it so seriously? I just wanted to have a nice, fun evening with you.”

Jiung scratched the back of his head, exhaling slowly. “When it comes to cooking, I just… I want everything to be perfect.”

You rolled your eyes, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, really? I couldn’t tell that.”

His confident stance faded, and his expression softened into something more worried. He could see just how upset you were. Without another word, he sat down on the bed beside you, hesitating before speaking again.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly.

You stayed silent, still sulking.

Jiung sighed and continued. “I know that sometimes my perfectionism takes over, and I can get… annoying.” He gave you a small, guilty smile before quickly shaking his head. “No, really annoying. But I know I should have never let that out on you. And I’m so sorry for making you feel this way.”

You finally turned to look at him. His eyes were filled with regret, and the corners of his lips were turned down slightly. He was really feeling bad about this.

A teasing idea formed in your head. You tilted your head, pretending to think. “Hmm… I don’t know if I can forgive you.”

Jiung’s face fell instantly. “What?!”

You struggled to hold back your amusement, keeping your expression serious.

“And let’s not forget,” you continued, raising an eyebrow, “you called me a terrible cook.”

Jiung’s eyes widened. “No! I didn’t mean that when I said it!” He exhaled dramatically, shaking his head. “I love your food, especially the cupcakes you make.”

You almost smiled at that, but you kept your act up. “Hmm. I don’t know, Jiung. I might need to think about this before giving you another chance.”

Jiung groaned and suddenly leaned over you, hovering just inches away. His lips jutted into a pout, and his eyes grew wide and pleading. “I’m so sorry,” he whined, voice softer now. “Pleaseee forgive me?”

You tried - really, really tried - to keep your serious face. But with him looking at you like a lost puppy, it was impossible.

Letting out a dramatic sigh, you finally said, “Fine. I forgive you.”

Jiung’s lips curled into a soft, relieved smile as he leaned in and kissed you gently. The tension melted away, leaving behind only warmth between you.

Pulling back, you looked at him and smirked. “But just so you know… I’m never cooking with you again.”

Jiung laughed, shaking his head. “Deal.”

He kissed you again, a little longer this time, before pulling you up from the bed. “Now come on,” he said, intertwining his fingers with yours. “Let’s eat together.”

And just like that, the fight was over.

Even if you never cooked with him again, at least you knew one thing for sure - Jiung was terrible at letting go of his perfectionism, but you were even worse at staying mad at him.

© sweetmisery - please do not repost my works! ♡

[deception-united]

hi! do u have any prompts or tips for writing miscommunication?

Hi, thanks for asking! Miscommunication is such a powerful tool in storytelling—it can create tension, humor, heartbreak, disaster, deepen conflict, and make relationships feel more real, all depending on how you use it. Here are some tips and ideas!

1. Give them a reason to misunderstand.

Miscommunication isn’t just about bad hearing or unclear words—it’s about perspective. Each character brings their own biases, fears, and assumptions into a conversation, which shapes how they interpret things.

Examples:

Misreading the other’s tone as disinterest or rudeness, or taking sarcasm seriously.

Being too embarrassed to ask for clarification and pretending to understand.

Hearing part of a conversation and assuming the worst before getting the full story.

2. Use context & distractions to twist the meaning.

Realistic miscommunication often happens because of outside factors, like background noise, stress, exhaustion, or missing context. If your character is in a high-stakes situation, they may be more likely to misinterpret things.

Examples:

Two characters are arguing, and one storms off before hearing the other’s explanation.

A message is delivered at the worst possible time, leading to an unintended misunderstanding.

Assuming they’re being talked about when the topic is something or someone else entirely.

3. Non-verbal miscommunication.

Miscommunication can come from texts, body language, cultural differences, or even personal insecurities—it doesn’t always have to be verbal.

Examples:

Assuming a friend is ignoring them when they’re actually distracted or dealing with something else.

Sending a message to the wrong person.

A nervous laugh at the wrong time, making it seem like they’re mocking someone’s pain.

4. Let it snowball, but not forever.

A small miscommunication can grow into something huge, but at some point, it should ideally be resolved. The longer it lasts, the more consequences it will have, which may be what you’re going for, but it also makes it more frustrating for the reader.

Examples:

Holding a grudge for months over a misunderstanding.

One person finally explains the truth, but the other is too stubborn to believe them—until undeniable proof forces them to see it.

5. Use miscommunication to reveal character flaws.

How your characters handle (or fail to handle) miscommunication can reveal a lot about them. Do they get defensive? Do they double down? Do they laugh it off? Their reaction can reveal a lot about their personality.

Examples:

Always assuming the worst and jumping to conclusions.

Refusing to admit they misunderstood and instead blaming the other person.

Habit of overexplaining, making things even more confusing.

Hope this helped! For more specific prompts, feel free to check out my previous post, linked here.

[bitchin-beskar]

💕✨CALLING ALL HOES✨💕

IT IS TIME! IT IS THE RETURN... OF THOT WEEKEND!!!

@catsnkooks, @lilhawkeye3, @mysticalgalaxysalad, @firstofficerwiggles, @tailorvizsla, and any other hoes who wish to join in the time for thots!

I personally have a long ass weekend, so from now till Monday the 17th, send in whatever thots you've been cooking in your lil hoe brains to my inbox to share with the world!!!!

not that I'm opposed to getting thots any other time, god only knows how horny of a bitch I am, but it's the principle of the thing

I know I've been AWOL for quite some time, so PLEASE bombard me with whatever nasty thots/prompts/ideas/hc's/desires you have! Any character I have listed on my masterlist is fair game, but also... I am always looking for new hyperfixations 👀

So don't be afraid! anon or not, share however many thots your hoe hearts desire!!

p.s. to my anons! if you want, feel free to use an emoji to designate yourself from the others 😊

[httpiastri]

honestly don't know how to do this in the best way possible, but i wanted to post something today and so here we go:

today marks exactly one year since i posted my first fic on here. it's crazy how fast time flies – it feels like yesterday that i started this blog, to be honest.

last summer, when i was most active, was truly one of the best times of my life. but the rest of these last 365 days have been pretty awful for me in my irl life, to be completely honest. i've been a real train wreck, and in periods i've felt worse than ever before in my life. and honestly, i think f1blr is the reason i've been able to make it through everything. i do not know what i would've done to keep at least some happiness in my life if i hadn't had this platform and everyone on it.

never in my wildest dreams would i ever have been able to imagine this community meaning this much to me. i never expected it to have such a wonderful effect on my life. but here i am, a year later, so blessed for all of the things i've gotten to experience and all of the people i've met. i'm insanely thankful for you all; everyone from close friends, to anyone who's ever sent an ask or left a comment/reblog on a fic, and to readers who just check in every once in a while. you mean the world to me.

i'm sure that this all sounds sappy and overdramatic, and that's fine because this has not been planned out & it's purely just what i'm thinking and feeling in the moment, but it's all 100% true. thank you all for everything, let's share another great year together 🩷

[h0nkshroom]

gently places these in your hands and cartwheels away into the night

[its-mayo0]

I've been drawing a lot

[rip-headphones-users]

Confrontation

Lampert: kas.

Lampert: kasper please- I’ll call someone. Let me get DrRetro on the line maybe she can do something.

Kasper: … U d0nt have 2 d0 that.

Lampert: no- Kasper I promise I’m here for you, you don’t have to fight alone… you’ve never had to fight alone!

Lampert: I’m right here.

Kasper: It’s L8 4 th4t now.

Lampert: no- no you don’t know what you’re doing!

Kasper: 1 want th1s.

Lampert: …

Lampert: I’m not letting that happen.

Lampert: I need you alive.

…

How else would you expect someone to react to news like that?

I’ve been trying to bounce something to name this AU around in my head (though it’s probably technically cannon divergence lol) and I’m thinking maybe 2-Point-Perspective? But if any of you have any ideas feel free to tell me. Also I have enough of a solid direction in my head for where I’m going with this to answer asks now if you’re curious about what the hell is happening lol. I am writing a fic but it’s gonna be a while until I’m confident enough with what I’ve written to post it lol.

[haku23]

I originally planned to finish the one on the left but . i couldn't figure out what i wanted to do with it so alas. have it as it is lmao