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[aannonn]

hug [ mini comic ]

⭑.ᐟ˚⭐彡 // bright colors , pastel colors , slight blur art , messy text (?) , can be taken as /p or /r

heheh hugs❤

[thatonefatgumsimp]

still very behind on mermay, but here's day 8's prompt, Dystopian...idk I tried my best to make her kinda like a rebel with cyberpunk-y glasses

Also I did part of a background for once instead of leaving a blank white page- 😅

[love-quinn]

—PEACE OF MIND

summary — when carmen finds out that you're putting yourself in danger to come in to your waitressing job at the bear, he admittedly gets pissed. he's not super proud of his reaction, but the two of you manage to work something out to ease his worries.

warnings — swearing, mentions of customers being assholes, the implication that if reader isn't being fed at the restaurant she doesn't eat due to money reasons, very brief mentions/implications of the possibility of reader being attacked at night

pairing — carmen berzatto x fem!waitress reader, not established relationship

pronouns — she/her, reader is HEAVILY implied to be female, also there's technically no pronouns in this one but i consider this to be the same waitress reader as my last one which does have pronouns

word count — 1.9k

note — this can 10000% be read as a standalone but i do have another carmy x waitress fic here that i think takes place kinda in the same universe if you wanna check that one out?? i hope u enjoy <333

If you were somebody who wasn’t a fan of the cold, then Chicago wasn’t the city for you. It’s one of your least favourite parts of living in Illinois, having to wear four layers to bed if you don't want to freeze in your sleep. Your apartment doesn’t have proper heating because proper heating is for rich people, apparently. You barely make enough to afford rent as it is. 

You’re doing fine. You make rent and utilities, you eat lunch and dinner at the restaurant most days. You’re not swimming in gold coins by no means, but you’re fine. That’s the reason you show up early to every single shift, if you’re being honest, you’re guaranteed at least a sandwich. 

The fact that it makes you look like a dedicated employee doesn’t hurt either.

Even when you have to trek from the train platform after getting off the L. You’re not the first person punching in the code to the service entrance that afternoon, but the kitchen is free of yelling. Sydney’s at the end of the line, it’s her shift for Family, and she flashes you a smile as you shove your duffel into your locker.

It’s not raining outside but the air is so cold and damp outside, and you dab your face with a towel. The kitchen is so much warmer than outside that for a moment it’s uncomfortable. Sydney watches you out of the corner of her eye as she sautes a collection of vegetables. “Are you alright? Is it wet out there?”

You shake your head, grabbing your apron and using the mirror you hung up on the back of your door to fix your appearance. “Just cold, sorry. I’ll be fine. You get in okay?”

Sydney nods, holding out a spoon for you, hand cupped to prevent anything from landing on the floor. You don’t question it, opening your mouth and accepting the sauce while trying to minimise the contact between your mouth and the spoon as much as possible. “Fuck, that’s good. Is there sesame oil in there?”

You didn’t know a whole lot about food if you were honest, there’s a reason that you’re not a member of the kitchen staff. But Sydney’s been teaching you slowly but surely how to recognise different flavours, which ones go best together, which ones don’t.

Her eyes light up. “Yes! You like it?”

You shut your locker, moving to stand right behind her. Your chin lands on her shoulder, watching the way she rotates her medley of ingredients. You and Sydney have started becoming actual friends rather than just work friends, the two of you went out to dinner last Sunday, miraculously neither of you had to work. “Love it, need any help?”

“No, you’re all good. Go find Richie, I’m sure he needs help with whatever shit he’s doing.”

You leave her alone with a squeeze on the elbow, heading out into the dining room to find Richie. Richie isn’t out there but you do find Carmen pulling the chairs off the tables. You don’t bother talking, you and Carmen both appreciate the quiet in a workplace as loud as the restaurant. The second you put the first chair down Carmen is flinching. “You’re early,” he says, trying not to show his irritation.

He’d left the kitchen to feel productive while being alone, but he doesn’t want to yell at you. You deal with that enough. Yelling in the kitchen is natural, it’s fucking loud in there. If he doesn’t yell, he doesn’t get heard. People aren’t moving fast enough, people aren’t using proper technique, they’re running out of ingredients, things are being moved. If Carmen didn’t yell in the kitchen it would probably burn down somehow.

You deal with all that and you have to keep a smile on your face. You get yelled at for mistakes that other people make, and you never yell back. You take it all and yeah, sometimes you need to step out into the kitchen with tears in your eyes, but you cop it all and you go back out there.

You don’t need Carmy yelling at you as well.

You shrug casually, smoothing the tablecloth. “I am a slave to the public transit system.” It’s less embarrassing than admitting you’re trying to save money by eating at work whenever you can. 

Carmen stops at that. He doesn’t know why that’s surprising to him. He’s always here before you and he’s always here after you leave. He assumed he’d never seen your car in the parking lot because of that, but apparently, it’s because you don’t have one. “You took the train here?”

It’s early afternoon and people are turning their headlights on already. The closest train station is a fair walk away and it’s freezing out there. 

You nod, not taking much notice of the change in tone. “Yeah, I usually do.”

Carmen’s abandoned the table he’s dressing to turn around and look at you. It’s almost completely dark outside, it’s the middle of winter. “You walk to work?”

You look up at him. “Yeah, Carm.” You’re really hoping he’ll drop it, but he doesn’t seem to pick up on the way you avoid looking at him. 

“That’s so fucking dumb,” he doesn’t mean to snap, but the mood in the room is frozen now. “It’s like two degrees out there, why the fuck would you do that?” You regret coming out to help him. Usually, this stuff is already done by the time you show up to work, early as usual. 

You put down the last chair at the table you’re working on and brush off your apron. “It’s not like I have any other choice, Carmen,” you’re trying to keep your voice even. The dining room is empty, it’s still, and it feels much more awkward than having the conversation anywhere else would’ve felt. “I don’t really have many other options.” 

You look around the dining room and decide that leaving Carmen to finish setup isn’t an awful fate. 

“Yes, you do!” He doesn’t drop it. His fists are clenched at his side to stop him from flinging his arms up in frustration. “You have so many other options! Why did you pick the fucking stupid one?” You can handle being yelled at. It’s a part of the job. It happens to you every single day without fail. You can handle it.

That doesn’t mean that you have to take it from Carmen, though.

“Stop it,” you don’t raise your voice at him, but you’re not quiet either.

“I just don’t fucking get it,” he huffs. Once he’s started he can’t make himself stop. 

You sigh, loudly. “Yeah, I’m not asking you to, Carmen. Okay, but don’t treat me like garbage because I can’t afford a car.”

That’s the final straw in the conversation with him, and you turn to go back into the kitchen. Maybe Richie will be playing Angry Birds on his phone in the office and he’ll let you watch. Carmen’s frown deepens. “What the fuck are you talking about? Who gives a shit that you can’t afford a car?” He dodges the table he was working on and rushes to follow you. He’s a lot less graceful than you always are with it and that’s without the tray of drinks. “Do you see that shit out there?” He stands in front of you now, pointing a heavy, tattooed arm out at the front window. “It’s fucking Chicago. You can’t be walking here in twenty fucking degrees, honey! Do you not get that? Look at you! If someone pulls a knife on you out there what the fuck are you gonna do?”

You’re frozen in front of him now. He’s throwing so much at you that you don’t know what to say. 

He’s going back to setting up now, but as he turns he blows out a breath. “Get that through your fucking head, yeah?”

That’s the part that frustrates you the most. He does this all the time, he presents you with ten different problems and no solutions. You don’t need Carmen to tell you how to live your life when you’re struggling as it is. “How else do you want me to get to work? It’s either that or you find a new fucking waitress, okay? So can we let it go? What the fuck do you want me to do about it, Carmen? ”

Carmen doesn’t want to let it go. You take the train in the fucking pouring rain and walk every night only to be yelled at by a bunch of assholes over steak. 

“I want you to not walk through Chicago in the middle of the night!” He’s exasperated. “Yesterday you left after eleven, do you know how fucking dangerous that is? Fucking… Fuck?” It comes out as a question. “Why the fuck have you been leaving me here at night to go walk home alone? What the fuck do you think I’m here for?”

You’re getting upset by the yelling, and now that he’s said everything he needs to say he can see that he’s making you visibly panicked. “I don’t know what you want from me!” You let out finally, words exhaling from your chest with force. “Just tell me what you want or stop fucking yelling at me!”

He says your name quietly, letting out a frustrated huff. “Fucking- Okay. Okay.” He runs a hand through his hair and has to bend at the waist, leaning on the table you just fixed up, head buried in his arms. He takes a quick three second breather, trying to force down the ugly bubble of anger that’s rising familiarly to the surface, ready to spill out of his mouth. “If we are at the restaurant together and it’s the middle of the night, and I have a car…” he pauses, trying to give you time to follow along after previously overwhelming you. “... and you don’t.” You blink over at him. “Why the fuck would you not ask me to drive you home?”

“Because you’re my boss?” The answer comes easily, and it almost startles him how quickly you respond. “What? Why are you asking me this?”

Carmen knows, deep down, that he wouldn’t offer the same courtesy to Marcus or Fak or god forbid Richie. Sydney or Tina? If they asked, sure. But he would never stand in front of them in the dining room to yell at them for not asking. He likes to think it’s because he knows you’re different. You don’t yell back, you don’t antagonise him, you don’t push like they do. You handle it, and you’re gentle and you’re soft and for some fucking reason the idea of anything happening to you makes him feel like he has just been mugged in the street. 

“Just,” he waves a hand in front of his face. He can hear Sydney calling out, probably something important knowing her. “Please, honey, promise me that you’ll let me at least drive you to the fucking train station? Okay? For my own peace of mind. How far away from the station do you live?”

You tell him and he’s immediately groaning. “No, alright. I’m driving you home.” He sounds frustrated, not mad at you, but less than pleased. You don’t take it to heart. “Now please, go back inside the kitchen and fucking eat something, you’re giving me an irregular heartbeat.”

[solxamber]

Hi sol!!! My first request!!! :333

Yayy I'm happy we're moots <33 be sure to always stay healthy, drink water and stuff and have a good day/night/afternoon/evening :)

Anywaysss here's my request! (This is Romantic btw 😝)

Deuce, Riddle, Ace, Epel with a reader (I say reader, just as a gender neutral term lol, also can the reader be in Pomefiore? :3) who is like a perfect role model for people— They're smart, kind and always understanding, mature. But what made them like the reader even more is that: even while they are all the aspects of a perfect model student; at the same time, they aren't like that sometimes.

They are understanding to people and responsible with their academics, but they also have a mischievous side— they can be a bit snarky and reckless in certain situations, they can effortlessly balance out their responsibility in school with their mischievousness (which sort of made them fall for the reader even more, bc they sound so cool and shi)

If the reader was with Ace, Epel. They'll show a more responsible and mature approach, they aren't entirely strict (unlike both of their housewardens) but will always tell them if they're doing something that would get them in trouble. But they do have slight instances where they are a bit out of character.. Like how the reader climbed a whole ass tree in their Pomefiore uniform to grab an item that was stuck on the tree (even if they could just grab it with magic) and gave it back

But on the other hand, If they were with Riddle, Deuce— I guess you could say that they can be responsible and mature, but with a more visible hint of mischief. They annoy Riddle for fun, teasing Deuce if he didn't know something that was pretty obvious already (they apologize, of course). Like how they annoyed Riddle so bad that they got collared, but came back with a strawberry tart that was decorated with red and white roses or how they slightly chuckle when Deuce is confused...

LIKE.. DO YOU GET MY VISION PELAKSEEEL ☹️☹️☹️😭😭😭 PLEASE GET IT... I KNOW MY ASK IS A BIT LING BUT THIS IS EATING MY BRAIN ☹️☹️

Deuce, Riddle, Ace, Epel with a Pomefiore! reader

omg hi 🫶🫶 I think I saw the vision but let me know if you wanted something different!

Deuce Spade

Deuce had always admired how perfect you seemed—a Pomefiore student, embodying grace, responsibility, and intelligence. It was hard not to look up to you. You were someone who aced all your tests, helped classmates without a second thought, and stayed out of trouble. Or so he thought.

It wasn’t until you found him trying to fix an overgrown potion plant that things started to shift. Deuce, sweating buckets, was yanking at the roots of the plant, clearly struggling. “I don’t get it! How did this thing grow so fast? It’s like a magic beanstalk on steroids!”

You watched him for a moment, amused. “Deuce, you’re pulling at the wrong part. You need to loosen the soil around the roots first. Want some help?”

Deuce looked up, grateful, only to realize you weren’t offering your help with magic. Instead, you were already on your hands and knees, digging into the soil. The sight of a Pomefiore student willingly getting dirt under their perfectly manicured nails had him wide-eyed. He was about to say something when you added, “Come on, get in here, or we’ll be stuck dealing with this all day.”

It wasn’t just your willingness to get dirty that caught him off guard. It was your mischievousness. When he finally asked you about it, you just smiled, saying, “Being perfect is boring, Deuce. Sometimes, you’ve got to do things the fun way. Otherwise, what’s the point?”

And just like that, you made him laugh, breaking through his seriousness. You’d joke with him when he messed up, but never in a mean way. “Wow, Deuce, did you really forget to add the salamander tail? That’s like the second step of the potion.” And when he’d look at you in frustration, you’d quickly add, “I’m just teasing. Here, let’s fix it.”

He even started looking forward to your teasing. It wasn’t mocking—it was gentle, almost affectionate, and when you laughed, he found himself laughing too. One day, after a particularly exhausting lecture, you came up to him with a sly grin. “So, Deuce, how does it feel to know the square root of 144? Life-changing, right?”

He groaned but couldn’t help smiling. “Shut up…”

But the real turning point was when you climbed a tree in your pristine Pomefiore uniform. You were helping Deuce and Ace find something stuck in a tree—some stupid ball or something—and instead of using magic, you hauled yourself up the trunk like it was nothing. Deuce gawked, his brain short-circuiting as he watched you hop from branch to branch.

“You know you could’ve just… used magic, right?” he asked when you finally hopped back down, tossing the ball to Ace.

You shrugged, “Where’s the fun in that?”

From that day on, Deuce couldn’t stop thinking about you. Sure, you were responsible, smart, and reliable—but you were also fun, mischievous, and surprisingly laid-back. It was a combination that made his heart race. He couldn’t tell if he wanted to impress you more or just keep watching as you effortlessly balanced it all with that mischievous smirk.

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle was never the type to be easily impressed—especially by someone who didn’t follow the rules to the letter. But you? You were an exception. Not only were you the perfect role model, responsible and composed, but you somehow managed to bend the rules without ever really breaking them. It was infuriating.

The first time you caught his attention was when you strolled into the Heartslabyul rose garden, completely ignoring the chaos around you. Students were scurrying left and right, trying to meet the latest rule Riddle had imposed. But you? You sat down calmly with a book, unbothered by the hustle and bustle.

“What are you doing here?” Riddle asked, standing over you with his arms crossed. “Shouldn’t you be studying for the upcoming alchemy test?”

You looked up, your smile the picture of innocence. “I already finished studying. Plus, fresh air helps with brain function, doesn’t it?”

Riddle blinked, thrown off by your response. Technically, you weren’t breaking any rules. But something about your calm demeanor did break his sense of order.

The second time you caught his attention was during a dorm meeting when you lightly teased him about his obsession with rules. “Riddle, you ever consider relaxing? Maybe just once?”

He stared at you, utterly scandalized. “Relax? During an official dorm meeting?”

You just grinned. “Just saying. You’re going to give yourself wrinkles if you keep frowning like that.”

Later that day, you upped the ante when you “accidentally” bumped into him and knocked a basket of strawberries onto the ground. Of course, you smiled sweetly, apologizing as you bent to pick them up, but then you slipped in a strawberry tart, decorated with red and white roses.

Riddle stared at it, completely baffled. “Did you—Did you paint roses on a tart?”

“Only the best for the Queen,” you replied with a wink, referencing the infamous Alice in Wonderland scene.

Riddle turned beet red, not from anger but because—against his will—he found it funny. He hated it. You were making him laugh, and he wasn’t sure how to feel about that.

Then, came the day you pushed him too far. You were teasing him, playfully challenging one of his many rules, and before you knew it—bam. Collar. You were collared.

But instead of being embarrassed or angry, you sauntered off and returned ten minutes later, holding up a plate of beautifully decorated rose-themed sweets. “Am I forgiven yet?”

Riddle stared at the plate, his face a mix of emotions. “You… can’t just—fine. But only because you followed the correct procedure for apology.”

What really sealed the deal was when you noticed how exhausted Riddle was after a long day. You didn’t say anything, but the next time he sat down, there was a cup of tea waiting for him—perfectly brewed. You didn’t even mention it, just went about your day as if it was no big deal. But for Riddle, it was a very big deal. You weren’t just smart and responsible—you were kind, mischievous, and somehow always knew exactly what he needed. And that terrified and intrigued him all at once.

Ace Trappola

Ace was always drawn to people who could keep up with his chaotic energy, and from the outside, you seemed like the last person who would. You were responsible, always got top marks, and never seemed to get in trouble like he did. You were a Pomefiore student through and through, the perfect picture of elegance and order. Or at least, that’s what Ace thought—until you proved him wrong in the most unexpected ways.

One afternoon, Ace was busy concocting his latest scheme—rigging a classroom window so that it would slam shut the moment someone opened it. Classic prank, a little outdated, but effective. Deuce stood beside him, nervously watching while Ace fiddled with the mechanism.

Just when Ace was about to finish, you appeared out of nowhere, your usual calm expression fixed on your face. “A window prank, Ace? Really?” you teased, looking unimpressed. “You’ve got to come up with something more original.”

Ace, expecting you to lecture him, leaned back with a smug grin. “What’s wrong? You too perfect to appreciate a good prank?”

But instead of walking away or scolding him, you walked over, inspected the rigging, and—with a sly grin—yanked one of the cords so that it was perfectly calibrated to snap the window shut just as someone walked by. “There. Now it’ll make a better sound when it slams shut.”

Ace blinked. “Wait—you’re actually helping me?”

You shrugged, your grin widening. “Might as well. You were doing it wrong anyway.”

And that was the moment Ace realized you weren’t just some stuck-up, model student. You were fun, and a lot sneakier than you let on.

It didn’t stop there. One day, the two of you were walking across campus when Ace noticed something strange. A lone broom was sitting outside of the library, left behind after flying class. You glanced at it, then at Ace, a mischievous twinkle in your eye. “I bet I can stand on it.”

Ace was taken aback. “You mean ride it?”

“No,” you smirked. “I mean stand on it.”

Before Ace could stop you, you were hopping onto the broom in your immaculate Pomefiore uniform, balancing on it like a circus performer. The broom wobbled as you grinned at Ace, one foot on the handle, your arms outstretched. “See? Easy.”

Ace gaped at you, half expecting you to fall off. “You know you’re going to break your neck, right? I thought you were supposed to be the responsible one!”

“I’m responsible,” you said, hopping off the broom with a graceful landing. “I just know how to have fun.”

Ace didn’t know what to make of you. You weren’t just cool—you were insane in the best possible way. Who else would try to balance on a broom like it was a tightrope, in broad daylight, in front of the library? And still look like they had everything under control?

From then on, Ace couldn’t help but admire how you could be both the perfect student and completely unpredictable. One moment you’d be helping him with his homework, making sure he didn’t fail his classes, and the next, you’d be standing on a broom or rigging a prank right alongside him. You made the impossible look easy, and Ace was falling hard.

There was one day that really sealed the deal for him. After a long lecture, Ace was goofing off with Deuce, trying to sneak a piece of fruit out of the cafeteria without getting caught. You, being the mature one, walked up and raised an eyebrow. “Stealing now, are we?”

Ace snorted. “Come on, it’s just a piece of fruit. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Without missing a beat, you took the apple out of his hand, then tossed it over your shoulder—straight into the trash. “The worst thing is you could get caught.”

Ace stared at you in disbelief, then burst out laughing. You were sharp, clever, and always a step ahead of him. And it wasn’t long before he realized that maybe, just maybe, you were the one pranking him the entire time—by being so ridiculously cool without even trying.

Epel Felmier

Epel admired you from the moment you stepped into Pomefiore. You were the perfect model student—always well-behaved, top of your class, and you embodied the elegance Vil demanded. But what made Epel really start paying attention was that you weren’t just some delicate, rule-following Pomefiore statue. You were responsible, sure, but there was a wild side to you that came out in the most unexpected ways.

Take that time during broom riding practice, for example. Epel had seen you fly gracefully like it was second nature, while he was busy trying to not look like a complete disaster on his broom. Then, out of nowhere, you decided to take things to a whole new level. The instructor wasn’t paying attention, so you zoomed ahead of everyone, grinning like a maniac.

Epel watched in awe as you performed a perfect loop-de-loop before swooping down so fast you nearly gave Vil a heart attack. And, of course, you landed as if nothing happened, straightening your uniform and looking as poised as ever.

“Y-You can do tricks like that?” Epel asked, mouth agape.

You shrugged, brushing off the dust from your shoes. “It’s just flying. Gotta make it fun somehow.”

Epel couldn’t help but chuckle. “You’re somethin’ else, you know that?”

That day, Epel realized you were someone who could balance responsibility with freedom. He had always struggled with the restrictions of Pomefiore’s rigid beauty standards, but you managed to be both elegant and daring. It was like watching someone walk a tightrope with ease, and he was more than a little impressed.

But the thing that really cemented his admiration for you happened after one particularly intense Pomefiore training session. Vil had them all practicing their etiquette, posture, and poise, and Epel was on the verge of snapping. He wasn’t built for all this fancy stuff—he just wanted to be himself, rough edges and all.

After the session ended, you found Epel sulking by the fountain, muttering curses under his breath about how “ridiculous” all this refinement was.

“Need a break from all the beauty drills?” you asked, sitting down beside him.

Epel sighed, frustrated. “I just don’t get it. Why do we have to be so… proper all the time? Ain’t no one back home cared about sittin’ all pretty.”

You nodded, understanding. “I get it. Sometimes all this elegance stuff can be stifling.”

Epel looked at you in surprise. “You? I thought you were like… the perfect student. You never seem bothered by it.”

You chuckled softly. “That’s ‘cause I’ve learned how to balance it out. You gotta know when to let loose. Speaking of which…”

Without another word, you stood up, pulled your shoes off, and started wading into the fountain like it was the most natural thing in the world. Epel stared at you in disbelief.

“What in tarnation are you doin’?” he asked, trying to hold back a laugh.

“Cooling off,” you replied with a mischievous grin. “C’mon, you’ll feel better.”

Epel hesitated for a moment, then shrugged and kicked off his shoes, joining you in the fountain. You both splashed around, laughing like kids, completely disregarding the stares from the other Pomefiore students passing by. It was the most fun he’d had in weeks, and it felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

“You’re crazy, y’know that?” Epel laughed, wiping water from his face.

“Maybe,” you replied with a wink. “But sometimes, a little crazy is exactly what we need.”

From that day on, Epel saw you as more than just a perfect role model. You were someone who understood the pressure of perfection but also knew how to break free from it when necessary. And the fact that you didn’t mind getting a little reckless now and then? Well, that just made him like you even more.

Later, as the two of you dried off by the fountain, Epel found himself smiling—really smiling—for the first time in a while. You weren’t just cool; you were fearless, and that was something he admired more than anything.

Masterlist

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

HI i’m the anon who sent the enchanted strap+cockwarmkng and overstimulating cunnilingus asks !! and also the one who sent the pussy slapping

right before bed i was having thoughts. about mean mommy wanda. teasing reader all day while they’re out on a date in public or smth, idk. walking around with an app-controlled vibrator that’s inside reader and wanda relentlessly teases her baby with it while being so condescendingly doting. and in turn reader gets too sensitive and starts to stumble with a tremble in her step

“aww, is my baby too dumb to do anything by herself ? it’s okay, mommy will take care of you princess.” <333

omg hi anon you gave such good ideas!! do you want a lil emoji so i know it's you?

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Omg yes you've been so good for her and Wanda wants to test the limits of your obedience so she gets you all dressed up and pampers you before a lunch date and an afternoon of shopping. Right before you're about to leave, she has you bend over the couch for her, and you obey without question, just like the good girl you are.

You would ask why she slipped a small vibrator inside you, but the pleased look in her eye when you don't so much as squirm as she turns it on stops you. You really want this date to be perfect, so you don't question it. After all, mommy knows what's best for you, and she does all the thinking.

You make it through lunch with no issue, although Wanda catches you squirming every so often in your seat. You can't help it, she's constantly turning the vibrations higher, and with the edging session you'd had last night only makes you more desperate.

Still, you're a good girl, so you don't complain or beg. Wanda couldn't be prouder, especially when she sees the flush creeping onto your cheeks, and the way your eyes glaze over slightly once you stand up.

It's not until a while later when she turns the vibrations almost as high as they can go that you break your composure.

"Mommy, please." Your whined words are whispered in her ear, and Wanda purposely ignores you as she selects another dress from the rack. She turns toward you, holding the dress up against your body as you plead at her with those big eyes.

"We're not done shopping yet, sweetheart. If you want something, you have to use your words." She says, an air of finality in her voice, and you try to think about ways to ask her for her fingers, mouth, or strap as she guides you towards the dressing rooms.

Then, it happens. She turns the vibrations up even higher, and you stumble slightly as your muscles tremble from the pleasure coursing through you. You turn to look at her, but can only look at her with slightly parted lips as she pushes you into a dressing room.

"What, are you too dumb from mommy's toy to form a sentence?" She asks, and you just nod, hanging your head. She hangs the dress on a hook, before one hand on your hip presses you against the wall while the other grips your jaw and forces you to look at her.

"You've been such a good girl for me, honey. If you can make it home without coming, I'll fuck you nice and hard with my strap, sound good? Hold it, and I'll let you cum as many times as you want later."

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GOD PLEASE WHEN IS IT MY TURN PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

[httpiastri]

I HAVE THOUGHTS !!!!!

imagine being paul's girlfriend and since it's winter break you two get to spend more time together. Snuggling with each other, lazy mornings together, no rush, no chaos, just enjoying the little things.

And one day you see Paul playing some video games and you're just looking at the screen, curious about how the game works so you walk towards him and ask him if you could play with him, something Paul is very enthusiastic about and quickly grabs your waist so you could sit on his lap, your hands on the controller and his right on top of yours so he can help you a little ((((imagine the size difference, omg)))), everything is giggles and fun, you can't help but smile when sometimes he slips out a few words in estonian and even if you don't quite understand it yet, you love hearing him so happy.

(that insta story he uploaded not long ago made me think of this, his hair looked so fluffy omg😭 and the beautiful, bright smile as well<333)

you have thoughts!! and i’m very thankful to have been let in on these amazing thoughts!!!!! 🤭 winter break with paul 🫶🫶🫶

spending some good quality time together as the season has been so busy… lazy mornings spent in bed just chatting, twirling his curls between your fingers as he laughs about a story you told, his big warm hands pulling you closer… cozy afternoons spent walking around the city in the snow, or sitting in cute little cafés, fingers intertwined and kisses being pressed to rosy, frozen cheeks… and long nights filled with cuddles, movie-watching, and hushed whispers about the future…

but of course, he also likes to spend some time playing games now that he's finally off. usually, you take the time to do something for yourself when he's playing, but sometimes you get curious and want to watch him play. he's got this new game that you've never seen before, and it looks very complex but also very intriguing, so you walk up to him.

when you ask him all these questions about how to play, what the goal is, what that character does and how to use that special command, he secretly finds it so cute. he's basically melting on the inside. he's just about to ask if you want to try it out, when you shyly ask him "can i play?", and he melts some more. he's so enthusiastic about it, head nodding quickly and hands find your waist instantly. he guides you onto his lap, placing the controller in your hands before letting his hands land on your thighs, his chin resting on your shoulder as he watches the screen.

then, when he sees you struggling, he chuckles and places his huge hands on top of yours. he moves your fingers to help you out, guiding you and letting you know what to do, and sharing giggles with you when everything still goes wrong. eventually, you start to get the hang of – but you pretend that you don't, because you want him to keep his hands on yours…

and then, after that day, gaming together becomes a common occurrence. you sit down together, preferably (for you both) in his laps, trying out new games and playing his old favorites. fighting games, teamwork games, farming simulators – anything just to spend time together and stay close. it's also an easy way for you to learn certain estonian terms, especially funny little swearwords that slip out in the middle of his laughter when you both fail a level of a game.

and he notices quite easily when you start getting tired. he placed sweet kisses to the back of your neck, whispering something about how you can go take a nap together, but you shake your head at him. then you hand him the controller, turning around in his lap and telling him to keep playing – before leaning forward, nuzzling your face into his neck and slowly dozing off.

and he has such a hard time focusing on the game when your chest is pressed up against his, with your sweet scent filling his senses and your touch clouding his thoughts. but he loves it, and wishes time could stop and he could just have you in his lap forever. the game isn't as important.

[pyrodolls]

Yandere Liu Kang? 👀👀👀

yandere liu kang x reader hcs

warnings: toxic relationship, controlling liu kang, yk regular yandere tendencies

summary: hcs of yandere liu kang x (gender neutral) reader

a/n: i just ate like 7 tacos anyways here’s a story about a god that is obsessed with you bc we all secretly want that!! (hi its me from the future this took so long for me to write anyways i just ate 12 chicken nuggets and i was holding in a shit while i was writing this anyways please enjoy guys love you all. havik is next :333)

when liu kang created the new timeline, he was bent on making sure everyone had the chance to live a life of peace. he wanted everyone to be in control of their lives.

but when it came to you, liu kang had a twisted desire to completely craft your life so you two can be together. however, he resisted the urge, and he decided to let you be in control of your own life.

but he didn't expect for you to naturally gravitate towards him. he felt so... familiar to you. as if you knew each other in another life.

liu kang was so grateful that you naturally found each other again. and now, he was determined to make sure nothing would happen to you.

now that you two are together, he treats you as if you're glass. he barely lets you leave your house without him helping you. but can you blame him? he's a demi-god and you are just a vulnerable mortal. he just doesn't want you getting hurt!

"liu kang, please, let me leave. i just want to walk around. i'm not going to get hurt!" you begged.

"i cannot risk you losing your life, my darling. you'll understand one day." liu kang told you.

liu kang may be extremely controlling, but it's because he holds you very dear to his heart. he doesn't want anything bad happening to you, so he safeguards you very carefully. he is afraid of losing you more than anything.

you are his darling. you are the love of his life. can you really blame him for wanting to keep you forever? hold you in his arms til' death do you part?

he doesn't mind when you talk to others, however. he doesn't trust you to protect yourself, but he trusts you to stay loyal to him. he isn't that possessive. but he does always have to know every single person you are acquainted with. he just wants to make sure they're good people, that's all! he just doesn't want you to accidentally be friends with bad people.

however, liu kang is extremely busy as earthrealm's protecter. he doesn't get to keep an eye on you all the time, unfortunately. so he keeps you locked up in your shared living space! fun, right?

but he knows how bored you can get in there, so he knows to get whatever furniture you want inside your home. anything you show even a little bit of interest in, ends up in your home a few minutes later. you're very spoiled in other aspects other than furniture, however.

for example, on the rare occasion that liu kang isn't too busy, he does whatever you ask him. make you tea? he's on it. cuddle and watch a movie? he's got the blankets and snacks ready. need a shoulder to cry on? he's there, and he'll give you advice on how to solve the problem.

liu kang is very thoughtful, and he knows exactly how to take care of you. but unfortunately, his fear of losing you someday is too strong, that he doesn't know how to love you without a voice in the back of his head always reminding him that your lifespan is much shorter than his. he knows you won't be with him someday. but he likes to pretend that fact isn't true.

for now, he'll stay hopeful that nothing will come between your unconditional love. your loss someday will leave him crestfallen, and you will stay within his heart forevermore. so for now, let him love you with his whole heart. let him kiss you every morning. let him enjoy your company every afternoon. let him embrace you every night. he'll go mad if anything were to happen to you, his sweet beloved.

[mssalo]

hiiii. i am FERAL over worship joel and reader why are they so fucking cute. When he told her “i love you” 🥺. also i love how she chewed TF out of her ex. AND punched him after joel did lol talk about a double whammy (a very well deserved one too). sarah and reader were also so cute, i liked seeing how comfortable they were with each other at the end of the chapter

is there any possibility we’ll bring seeing more of them 👀 i was just gonna say, reading access (also so good!!) made me think of worship joel x reader, i feel like they would also very much be into free use and the breeding kink would go even crazier now that they’re together. Not sure how it’d work since sarah is also in the house lol, but something tells me not only would joel have a breeding kink but also a lactation kink 👀

Thank you so much for reading!! I’m sooo happy you enjoyed it, and I agree—they’re incredibly cute together! 🥹 I love the idea of exploring their dynamic more, especially with those kinks.

I want to write about them more - they’re kind of my comfort characters right now. I love their story and the fact that they both can punch a bitch (bad husbands)

Breeding Kink Scenario… classical worship moment…

Imagine a night when they’re wrapped up in each other after a long day, the air thick with desire. Joel pulls you close, his hands roaming over your belly, a possessive smile on his face. “You know I want to fill you up again, right? Make you mine,” he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. He kisses down your neck, his lips trailing lower as he gets to your chest. “You’ve got to let me,” he murmurs, before taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently but insistently, his eyes locked onto yours as if to say, This is what I want. “I need you to be full of me,” he growls, the heat of his words sending shivers down your spine.

Lactation Kink Scenario… don’t even get me started…

Picture this: Joel’s hands are gripping your hips as you both find a quiet moment together. He looks down at your breasts, a devilish grin on his face. “You know how much I love it when you’re like this,” he says, leaning down to kiss your chest. “Let me taste you.” As he latches on, sucking and teasing, he whispers against your skin, “You’re perfect like this—just a little more for me, alright? You’re my good girl, and I can’t get enough.”

Free Use Scenario….YES YES YES!!!!!

Now, imagine they’ve settled into a rhythm, and the idea of free use becomes part of their dynamic. It’s a lazy afternoon, and you’re trying to read on the couch when Joel strides in, his eyes dark with desire. “You’re not busy, are you?” he asks, an amused smirk playing on his lips. Without waiting for a response, he pulls you onto his lap, hands roaming. “I’ll take that as a no. You know you’re always mine to use, whenever I want, right?”

They’d definitely explore those kinks together—it would deepen their connection and intimacy even further! Can’t wait to write more about them!!

Thank you for reading!! <333

[wolfstardaughter-jj]

Waste of Time

Summary: The annual Holiday dinner was being hosted by the Lupin-Blacks like usual but this time, some new things about their daughter may come up in the dinner that may change everything or maybe nothing at all.

Pairing: Parents! Wolfstar & daughter!reader

Song: Girls by girl in red

Warnings: anxiety, coming out, comfort, alcohol, all characters are at legal drinking age so dw

Word count: 2.6k+ 

A/n: to the one who requested this, ik you asked for Wolfstar’s reaction to their daughter coming out but seeing as it's the holidays, I feel like coming out during a family/friend Holiday gathering is so fitting. So I hope you like it and anyone else who reads it. Happy holidays to you lovelies<333

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The holidays were always a love filled holiday. The endless lists of Christmas Movies rotating around romance were just one example of them. Seeing someone who hates christmas get paired with someone who loves christmas only for them to fall in love and save christmas in some small, close-knit town. It was an overplayed trope, but it still entertained the Lupin-Black household. 

Remus and Sirius were snuggled up on the couch, sharing their bowl of popcorn while Teddy was enjoying his own bowl of popcorn on the floor next to Loki napping next to him. You were off in the kitchen fixing up a few cups of hot cocoa to counter the cold chilly afternoons at the cottage.

A scene of The movie played through and all you could hear from the living room was Teddy’s bored narration of the events that followed through the screen. 

“The girl's ex boyfriend is gonna pop up on the very night of the event- Then! The other guy is gonna see them and think the wrong thing and blah blah blah-” his voice was cut off by a light thud and a subtle grunt. 

You leaned over to the side of the counter to peek through the kitchen arch to see your little brother on his back with his face covered by a throw pillow. Loki was rudely awakened by these events and left the scene and into the kitchen to find you.

Sirius was laughing heavily at his work while Remus shook his head with a chuckle at his husband's antics.

“What was that for, Papa?!” Teddy grumbled as he sat up from the floor.

Sirius looked over at his son and shrugged his shoulders, “Just cause.”

Teddy rolled his eyes jokingly and threw popcorn at Sirius.

Sirius let out a chuckle and before Teddy could even process it. His father had begun tossing the popcorn into his face at rapid speeds.Teddy giggled along as he too started throwing it back at him.

Remus raised his hands up in order to shield himself from the stray popcorns that would come his way. But it was all in vain as he was eventually caught in the crossfire.

You stood there at the kitchen archway, mouth agape at the sight. You had only looked away for a moment and all of a sudden it was an all out war in there. Popcorn was tossed all around the living room. Many of it ending up in Sirius’s and Teddy’s hair. Many of the cushions and throw blankets had found its way to the floor. It was like a tornado flew through the living room.

“You guys are ridiculous.” You laughed as you rested down the four cups of hot cocoa on the table.

Remus reached down to the coffee table to grab himself a cup as he agreed with his daughter, “You do recall that the others will be visiting us later, right?”

Your ears pricked up at the reminder of your friends coming over to visit for the holidays. “Oh Godric, I almost forgot.”

“Yes, and now these two have to clean up the mess they made.” Remus said cheekily as he laid back on the couch as he looked at his husband and son.

Sirius shook his head as he pulled out his wand and conjured up a cleaning spell, leaving the space just as clean as it was before they started their little food fight. “There, good as new.”

Remus shook his head with a chuckle at the little trick, “What would you do without magic?”

Sirius stood up as he grabbed the bowls of popcorn with a shrug, “Stay in bed all day in my pajamas.”

Teddy looked at him with an amused look, “You already do that.”

Both you and Remus let out a rather loud laugh at Teddy’s reply. Sirius however wasn’t too fond of his son’s retort and threw a small piece of popcorn to his face before leaving the living room.

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The cottage was just buzzing with life and music. There was just something about the Lupin-Black household that made them so open to hosting their annual Christmas gatherings with their friends.

The Potters had popped in with a notably large selection of gifts along with a mysteriously broom-shaped gift which no doubt is meant for the youngest Lupin-Black. The Weasleys had also come bearing gifts in forms of casseroles and baked goods with Molly’s signature meals all wrapped neatly for everyone (mostly Sirius) to enjoy. Hermione had also accompanied them seeing as she was spending the holidays with them too.

Marlene and Dorcas had just come straight from France bringing gifts and sweets, no doubt for their favorite goddaughter. You had grown to be a sort of daughter to them so they basically shower you with gifts every time the Holidays came around.

Regulus had accompanied both Marlene and Dorcas when the three of them bumped into each other in France during Regulus’s travels to the country. He had brought back piles of books to give to you and Remus, along with a few more books for Lily. Mary was last to arrive with a plethora of gifts as well, which only furthered Teddy’s excitement.

With everyone taking up nearly every inch of the fairly sized cottage, it was almost impossible to find a quiet space, other than your room up in the attic. You’d consider this place to be the most cozy room in the whole house. As much as you enjoyed everyone’s company you would much rather recharge up in your bedroom so you could continue the events later on.

Though, you were in great need for a recharge, there was another reason you were hiding up in your room. Truth was, you were planning on finally coming out to your family about being gay. 

You should have seen the signs back during your early years at Hogwarts when none of the boys in your year really caught your attention. One of the signs was when all the girls seemed to fawn over Cedric Diggory, a close friend of yours during your 4th year. You had only ever seen Cedric as a friend so when he had asked you to the ball, you turned him down. Not just because you weren’t interested in him but because you knew he was better suited for a certain Ravenclaw.

Another sign was when the Beauxbaton students were introduced, like the boys, you were completely enamored by the girls in their school. Being part veela played into that part but would it really have affected you that much if you didn’t have an interest in girls?

Not to mention that you shared your first kiss with a girl from Beauxbaton on the night of the Yule ball. You had gone with Harry but your memories of that night all faded to that moment spent with that girl in the gardens. That really sealed the deal for you. 

You had told one person and one person only about that night and what you felt and that was Harry. He was basically your brother and you knew about him and Draco so you knew he would understand. 

He seemed to have taken it quite well, though he did have a slight comment along the words of you being single and having no love life whatsoever. Which did lead to you spending the entire week making the twins pull pranks on him as revenge.

You did mention to him that you planned on telling your parents about it, including everyone else during this very dinner. Which only made your anxiety rise to the roof. You knew they would accept you but it's their reaction and how they would treat you after is what scared you.

As you hummed along to the record player that played across the room, you heard a faint knock on your door.

“Little Wolf? Dinner is about to start. Will you be joining us?” Remus’s voice carried through the door and across the room, just enough for you to hear him.

“Yeah, just give me a minute, dad.” You replied as you cleaned yourself up as you rose from the floor.

As you exited the house and onto the patio, you felt your anxiety begin to bubble violently in your stomach. It almost made you sick to the point that you didn’t want to join dinner. But you had promised yourself that you would do it. There’s no backing out of that promise. So you took a seat by Hermione which was across from Harry and Ron. You were also seated nearby the twins who managed to sneak in a flask and offered it up to you guys to put into your drinks. It was something a bit stronger than the butterbeer they were having at the table so you all happily accepted the offer.

In a way it helped with your nerves. You weren’t one to drink but for this moment, you sure as hell needed it.

While everyone engulfed themselves in their own conversations, you heard your name get called out from the further side of the table.

“Y/n? Have you found yourself a little boyfriend yet?” Lily’s voice carried across the table much louder than she expected which caused everyone’s eyes to land on you. 

You let out an awkward laugh at the question. The famous old question, “Do you have a boyfriend yet?”. Godric knows you didn’t and you didn’t plan on dating anyone any time soon but you couldn’t say that.

“It’s always going to be school before boys, Auntie Lils.” You had your mouth masked away from Sirius to hide the words you were about to say next, “Besides, you know how he is about boys.” using your free hand to point at your father.

Lily grinned at your reply. You reminded her a lot of herself back when she was younger. 

Sirius grinned proudly at your reply, not hearing your little comment on his opinion on boys. He was heavily protective over you so to know that you weren’t planning on dating any boys while at school calmed him.

The conversation resumed back to quidditch games and studies and plans for the holidays. Everyone had their own things to talk about but it seems the boyfriend conversation didn’t satisfy the boys’ curiosity.

“Really, School over boys?” Ron chuckled lightly as he repeated your words.

“Is it so hard for you to believe that I prioritize school over my love life, Ronald?” You asked in a defending tone, looking over at Hermione hoping she would back you up on this.

The boys let out a light chuckle from their side.

“Even Hermione and Ron are dating,” Fred commented as he pointed to the two of them.

“And you know how she is about her studies.” George continued as he grabbed another piece of chicken.

Hermione looked at the twins with an unimpressed stare. “There’s still nothing wrong with choosing school over relationships.” Hermione looked back towards you with a soft smile, “Pay no mind to them, you don’t need to explain yourself, they clearly don't deserve it.”

“and also because she doesn’t like boys.” Harry replied mindlessly as he took another sip of his drink.

You whipped your head towards his direction when you heard his words. A panicked look crossed both your faces when his words finally sunk in.

“What?!” Everyone seated around Harry had heard him, with the exemption of a few adults including your parents.

“Harry!” You scolded as you shrunk further into your seat at the confession with your hands covering your face in embarrassment. This wasn’t how you planned on doing it.

You knew Harry was a lightweight and a truth drunk but you didn’t even consider he would mention it during the dinner. You couldn’t blame him, you didn’t know that the topic of boys would be brought up so it didn’t even cross your mind that he would say it.

“Are you serious?” Fred asked you. He didn’t mean it in a mean way but he wanted to confirm that what he heard was right.

You looked at him between the spaces of your fingers.”Yes” Your voice was muffled by the palm of your hand, still too scared to show the rest of your face.

The rest of the adults seated on the other half of the table noticed the ruckus occurring on your side of the table and became curious.

“Serious about what?” Marlene asked on behalf of the group.

All that they saw was Harry’s panicked stare, your terrified and embarrassed state with the rest of them staring at you in a shocked look.

Ron looked up at them and was about to speak but you spoke up before him and even stood up from your seat to call their attention.

“That…I’m gay.” You spoke out with a shaky voice. But before anyone else could respond you continued on. You looked at both of your parents and even as the anxiety in your head was blaring out alarms, you still continued on knowing that this was it. This was the moment you’ve been waiting for.

“Dad, papa… I had something else in mind on how this would go down. But that didn’t exactly go as planned.” You spoke as you sent a look towards Harry who smiled an apologetic grin. “But yes, I like girls and not boys. I’ve known that since my 4th year and that’s the truth.”

They all sat there in silence for a while as they processed your words before Sirius let out a yell of joy as he jumped out of his chair. He rounded around the table and made his way to you to pull you in a hug. 

“MY DAUGHTER DOESN’T LIKE BOYS!” He exclaimed in relief even as he held you in a tight embrace. 

“Papa!” You laughed at your father’s reaction as he continued to hug you, even picking you up to spin you around like how he used to when you were little.

“Don’t mind him, little wolf. He’s just happy he doesn’t have to deal with you dating boys.” Remus said as he joined the hug, along with little Teddy who wanted to be included in the hug.

Everyone else that sat on the table cheered at the sight. Many of them remembered how it was to come out back then to their parents and in many instances, it was never a good experience. But this was different. This moment was filled with love and acceptance, something many of them longed for back when they were younger with their parents.

“She takes after me!” Marlene cheered out which caused a chorus of chuckles to flow through the table.

After a few moments, the family finally pulled away from each other’s embrace and to your relief nothing changed. You still had the kind and amazing parents who had always loved and accepted you for who you were and a little brother who still adores you completely.

You looked at Harry with a content smile. Though you planned on coming out with a completely different plan, at least you were finally out. To be completely honest, you thought that you wouldn’t have even done it during the dinner so maybe it was a blessing in disguise that Harry was a light weight and just so happened to be sitting by the twins.

[byuljoonie]

Heart 2 Heart // jhs

pairing: Hoseok x reader

genre: fluff, drabble, College!bts AU

word count: 1.3k

summary: Your TA is kinda hot and you have a cold

note: I just wanted to write some fun Hoseok fluff…I miss him :333 Have a great week everyone, ily ! -dubu

You hugged your sweater closer to your shivering body as you made your way into the room. Your music blasting through your headphones distracting you from the pneumatic symptoms you were experiencing.

It’s your last class before you can finally go home for the day. The semester wrapping up in the blink of an eye. You walk to your usual spot in the room. Taking a seat in the chair closest to the door.

You were exhausted, you attended 2 classes prior to this one, and barely had time for a lunch break. You regretted even coming today. Hearing your friends’ mocking voice in your head.

“Y/N? Y/N!” You felt someone tap your shoulder. Removing your headphones in annoyance.

“Are you okay?” a familiar voice asked. You turned and locked eyes with Taehyung, your classmate and long time friend.

“Do I look okay, Tae?” You asked sarcastically, sniffling in response to his question. He lightly shook his head, taking the only seat next to you.

“Well, maybe you should have stayed home like I said last night,” he quipped with a cocked brow. A nagging expression sewn to his face.

“I need to turn in this paper. I worked too hard to wait until next week, Taehyung.” You confessed hesitantly, trying to sound normal.

“Yeah right,” he said pulling out a messy blue binder.

“What’s that suppose to mean?” You asked defensively. He shrugged in response, pulling out his essay.

“Oh look there goes your actual reason for showing up,” Taehyung said motioning towards someone walking through the double doors.

You tried to glance discreetly, a blush creeping on your cheeks as you stared at the bubbly man. The cream oversized button down he wore looked spiffing on him.

“Shut up,” you said kicking Taehyung under the table. He stifled a laugh, handing his paper to you so you could look over it.

“Good afternoon, everyone!” Hoseok said cheerfully, walking around the large brown desk to lean on it. He was met with a few unenthusiastic hello’s and a grunt from Taehyung.

“Well, Professor Kim won’t be able to make it today. So I’ll be taking up your essays and checking them.” He announced carefully.

“Thank you for working hard this year.” He said looking around with a smile.

His eyes momentarily pausing on you a few seconds too long. You bit your lip in response, praying you didn’t look like a yearning fool.

“I’ll be around to collect them in 10 minutes. Take your time settling in,” he said sweetly, clasping his hands together punctuating his words.

“Here, read over mine then,” you said passing Taehyung your essay from your Miffy folder. He nodded absentmindedly, placing an earbud into one ear.

You peered over at Hoseok, unknowingly locking eyes with him. You bit the inside of your cheek, looking away in embarrassment. He smiled at your actions, chuckling to himself.

Shortly after your revision, Hoseok began walking around to collect everyone’s assignment. He mingled his way from table to table.

Leaving a trail of warmth and kindness behind, he ended his rounds with you and Taehyung.

“Here, I can’t promise what’s on there.” Taehyung said pertly, giving Hoseok a gummy smile.

“And yours?” Hoseok asked gently, reaching for your paper. He smiled down at you in delight, loving the way your eyes didn’t stray from him. You handed him your work shyly, coughing a little.

Taehyung smirked at the interaction before him. Flipping through his binder as if he weren’t paying attention.

“Thank you, Y/N.” Hoseok said removing the paper from your hand. You nodded, too nervous to speak.

You felt Taehyung lightly kick your foot under the table, urging you to converse. The air seems to hold its breath, mirroring unspoken words between you.

With visible hesitation, Hoseok takes a step back, holding out on his true intentions. His retreating steps carrying him back to his desk.

Taehyung turned and looked at you in amusement. You shook your head at him, daring him to speak. He raised his hands in surrender, letting one last rebuttal slip past his lips.

“You’ll never get anywhere with that attitude, Y/N.”

You woke up the next day with an earthquake of a headache. Your stuffy nose plugging all hopes of comfortability.

You hastily let Taehyung know that leaving bed won’t be possible today. He responds quickly, assuring you that your rest is most important.

“Your boyfriend might miss you,” he texts teasingly, “I’ll be over after class.” You roll your eyes at his first message, trying to push away the thoughts of Hoseok. Rolling over for a well needed nap, you turned off your phone.

Taehyung placed his bag in your seat next to him. Claiming the spot as if you were just arriving late. He scrolled through his phone, not noticing the shadow in front of him.

“Hey, Taehyung?” Hoseok said lowly.

“Hmm?” Taehyung hummed, eyes still glued to his phone screen.

“Will Y/N be here today? I’m just wonderin-“ Hoseok questioned before he was cut off.

“She’s out sick, but she’ll be here Monday. Don’t worry.” Taehyung reassured the concerned man, unmoving eyes glinting with mischief.

The following 3 days go by in whirlwind. Monday afternoon resting in the palm of your waiting hand. You were the first to arrive in class, taking your corner chair unconsciously.

You spent majority of your last class sneakily glancing at Hoseok. Juggling thoughts of courting or cowardice. Professor Kim’s words drowning in a sea of disregard.

Before you know it, he bids everyone a good day and upcoming break. Congratulating you all for completing his class successfully.

Hoseok quips in with an amiable farewell, thanking everyone for welcoming his assistance with open arms.

Students filed out of the room gradually, muttering amongst themselves about arbitrary events. You trailed behind Taehyung, zoning in and out of your discussion about lunch.

He probed you for an answer, stomach growling on cue. You pulled your eyes from the floor, telling him to walk faster.

“Hey! Y/N, can I talk to you for a second?” Hoseok asked, grabbing your arm before you could cross the threshold.

“Oh, sure.” You said skin warming at his touch. You told Taehyung you’d meet him at his place later and suddenly you were alone in the lecture room.

You both walked over to the professors desk, setting your bag on top. Hoseok took a few deep breaths before pulling a small gift bag from his backpack.

“I got you something, Y/N. You’ve worked really hard this year and I wanted to reward you.” He confessed timidly, handing you the purple gift bag.

Your smile lit up in an instant, feeling mounds of gratitude for the hard work you’ve put in this year.

“I was going to give it to you Friday, but I thought today seemed perfect.” He began bashfully, “Our last class, but hopefully not my last time with you.”

You bit your lip nervously, your heart pounding at his every word. His hair falling perfectly on his forehead, cheeks glimmering in the dim lighting.

“Thank you Hoseok, you really didn’t have to do this.” You said opening the bag politely in front of him. You couldn’t contain the squeal of delight that escaped your pouty lips.

“Oh my gosh! A Miffy plush, I love it.” You said excitedly hugging the slender man. His hands automatically found their way to your lower back, hugging you instantaneously.

You pulled apart in embarrassment, not meaning to be overly affectionate. Hoseok’s expression changing to that of disappointment when you pulled away.

“I noticed how fond of Miffy you are.” He said coyly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I might have gotten myself a little keychain too.”

He reached around his bag, showing off the keychain that looked exactly like your gift. Your cheeks grew hot and a small smile graced your lips.

“Are you saying you want to see me again, Hoseok?” You asked playfully, cocking your head to the side at him. He let out a cute laugh, looking around in amusement.

“Yes that’s exactly what I’m saying, beautiful.”

[aannonn]

[ALAN BECKER LIVESTREAM SPOILERS]

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don't mind me, i'm just collecting and timestamping too just in case anyone wants to find the clip every single interruption that happened in the livestream so far... :> (atleast, the ones i've noticed)

THE STICKING MERCENARIES NO STICKING WAY

1:44:45

the sillies

1:06:41

so... ABTV is canon in the beckerverse... interesting.....

26:44

lol (not a clip)

[venusandsaturnsrings]

VENUS IM BACK!! LIKE A WEEK BEFORE MY BIRTHDAY (it's the 24th!!)

I present inceltaru with ANGEL GF <333

Incel childe how just things you're the cutest thing!! Ofc just because ur an angel doesn't mean you're free from his sinful thoughts<33 ugh he's such a little freak that he researches angels mating habits so he knows what signs to look for:((( definitely not so he can fuel his little fantasies in a more accurate way!! He would never!!! Imagine him reeling when you ask him to preen you're wings cause it's only something mate's do</33 he's SO hard at the thought of being your beloved mate that it hurts!!<33 the purrs you let out when he preens you're wings aren't helping either:(( all he can think about is just pushing you down and fucking you :((( ofc he wouldn't do that without you're permission, BUT!! Later when he's done with preening you're feathers and being the perfect little doting mate he's watching angels be fucked stupid on different sites <333 he likes imaging its you while pumping his cock while you sleep all curled up on his bed!!

Ugh bringing back his filthy panty stealing habit he just snatches them right out of your basket when you're distracted (they're all cute and frilly!! Ofc you don't know what it does to him </33) imagine him slipping in some aphrodisiacs into you're food cause angels don't rlly go into heat :(( he just thinks you look soooo cute all sobbing and needy <333 he can't help but playing and teasing you're pretty pussy for hours on end not letting you come until he sits your cute cubby body on his face for him to eat out!! When he's finally had enough of you're juices (he could never have enough but his cock is painfully hard, and he's cum once untouched!!) he starts to fuck ur fat pussy the right way, praising you for being such a good girl<333 he def creampies you cause he just wants you're cute little chubby belly full of his kids!! I forget to mention the amount of marks he leaves to show others you're HIS pretty little angel and no one elses!! He definitely messes with the base of you're wigs to get you all whiney from how sensitive they are on aphrodisiacs :(((

-chubby darling anon!!

WAHHHH OH HOW IVE MISSED YOU… omg!! birthday!! i love birthdays :3 i love festivities and balloons and cake and confetti and sprinkles!! you better have had a super duper awesome birthday OR ELSE!! happy one week belated birthday :3 but… my god… your brain is huge… angel girl and yucky inceltaru :((

any sort of creature or hybrid has the blood rushing lower in his body but, he admittedly has a soft (hard?) spot for pretty angels. put the prettiest little angel ever in front of him? he’s a goner. now, have that little angel be absolutely fascinated by him? double whammy, he’s done for.

the soft and nearly iridescent feathers of your wings called out to his mind and hands incessantly. with fluffy down at the base, it was difficult to repress his constant need to mess with the soft surface. Ajax eyed them up day and night while flicking through various adult videos or books divulging the mating habits of angels. if he became your mate, he’d get to care for you constantly which includes getting his dick wet AND petting your wings. what does he truly have to lose? so when you approach him shyly following your afternoon nap requesting he preen your wings, he thinks he’s died and finally gone to heaven alongside you. yet, he sits himself down and fixes up all your feathers. the little hums and whines you let out do nothing to settle the raging boner he’s developed yet he can't find himself wanting to stop; you're just too cute to resist.

later, you request his assistance nesting. with your fluttering lashes and doe eyes the idea of declining doesn't even cross his mind lest crystalline tears fall; that's something he looks forward to seeing when he finally splits you open for the first time. he brings you an infinite source of soft toys and blanks to cozy up in yet you still request some of his clothes to add to the pile under the pretense of wanting his smell to linger. cheeks thoroughly flushed, he hands you a couple hoodies and shirts to bury in the already large nest you've built. the satisfied noise you make upon deeming the nest complete has his heart about to burst from his chest. you're just too cute and you don't even seem to know it!! that said, since you've taken some of his favourite pieces of clothing, it's only fair he steals some of yours, right? sure, his plans are significantly more lewd but he's a man that regularly thinks with his dick more than his head. his favourite panties are always the ones in sweet pastel colours with pretty bows. your pussy most certainly would be a present so a bow suits the piece of clothing. Ajax always makes sure to aim right for the crotch, where your entrance would sit, when he finishes.

angels sure are interesting beings! being monogamous mates and sharing similar habits with other creatures that have heat and rut cycles, one would assume you'd have one as well, but angels are beings with a biological duty of sorts and consequently don't have any such cycles. Ajax isn't opposed to manipulating your body and needs to the slightest degree so if aphrodisiacs are what it takes to finally fully have you, he won't turn away at the idea. he justifies it as simply appealing to a biological process you sadly don't have!! it's no crime to finish what your body had already started.

every morning he lets you take care of the cooking while preparing a glass of juice for you. this particular morning, he had chosen orange juice due to the opaque nature disguising any cloudiness made by the drug; he does have brain cells. with eyes low over his glasses, he watches as you eagerly drink the beverage, feet lightly kicking underneath the table and a smile playing on your lips. you really are too sweet for your own good, he thinks. it takes mere minutes for the warmth to build up in your body and the slick to gather in your panties. your eyebrows are furrowed with short pants of breath leaving you mouth. Ajax plays the caring mate roll perfectly, asking if you're alright and gently touching your forehead with the back of his hand. even that slightest bit of contact has you keening and begging him to keep touching you exactly the way you both want. he's quick to scoop you up and place you back in the sweet nest of your own creation while murmuring promises of taking care of you. long fingers slide your panties off your hips and drool drops from his mouth onto your stomach at the sight of the spider web like strings of arousal clinging from your cunt to the flimsy cotton. thoughts and rationality left behind, he dives into your pussy slurping and sucking on every part he can. Ajax nibbles gently at your lips, clit, and thighs just to hear you sob more for him; these are the tears he wanted to see. he takes time easing you to orgasm after orgasm on his face until the wetness against the front of his boxers becomes unbearable to which he shucks them off in favour of slowly rubbing his tip back and forth between your folds. he soothes your watery cries with his own mouth as he sinks into you slowly. the aphrodisiac did its job in getting you needy but certainly couldn't bypass just how tight you are around him. he's, regretfully, anything but slow while he fucks you. it's your first time but he knows you need it hard. with fingers playing at the base of your wings, he fucks your velveteen hole with vigor only matched by agression you see in one of his big gaming matches. it's sloppy and harsh but enough to finish you both off quickly and oh, how you've fallen in love with the sensation of being bred so very full.

[lemonflavoreddishsoap]

good morning/afternoon/evening, i saw your request open and i was wondering if you'd be up to write some headcanons about risotto & ghiaccio with a gn! s/o who likes to take care of them; whether it's combing/washing their hair, making meals for them, helping them relax after a day of work, etc.

feel free to delete/ignore this request if it's not of your liking. and, thanks in advance (<3).

I actually received another anon request asking for something similar-

- so I'm just gonna lump them all into one big heaping pile of headcanons! Thank you for the requests <333 La Squadra with a house husband/wife who loves to take care of them

Formaggio

Loves it so so so so much

How lucky he is to have an s/o like you, doting on him and putting in so much work for the two of you.

Always goes to you to massage out any aches from the day

Hugs you from behind while you're in the middle of cooking every time. No matter what. It's not a problem at all unless it leads to you getting something on yourself or getting burnt (in that case he'll apologize - then do it again the very next time.)

In return, he tries his best to treat you whenever he can. He buys you sweet lil gifts all the time, leaving them around for you to find while he's out on missions <333333

Illuso

All those pigtails of his? Yeah, they aren't much, but every time he puts his hair into them he considers asking you to do it instead. He never does, but if you find him doing his hair with a dumb smile on his face, that's why.

Need I say this man praises you and your work?

"Smells amazing, doll, whatcha cooking this time?"

"Damn, the room's spotless! You worked real hard, didn't ya?"

gives you a big ol' smorch on the lips....sigh....

Prosciutto

It's the kind of s/o he always pictured himself having, this is just what he expected life to have in store for him.

As a result, he sort of treats the things you do pretty casually. If you didn't know better you'd say he doesn't notice or care.

But of course, you know him better than that. The kiss on your knuckles before every meal and the quick compliments he gives you throughout the day are how he lets you know he loves you and the work you do.

It's the way he intertwines his fingers with yours in the late hours of the night, you two tucked in bed, that lets you know it's all appreciated.

Pesci

Oh Pesci.. oh this boy...

No matter how many times you do all these nice things for him, no matter how much of an everyday thing it is, it makes him feel so incredibly special every single time.

Every sweet thing you do for him has him practically blubbering out "thank you"s and "you're so sweet"s

Oh my GOODNESS. PLAY WITH HIS HAIR. his hairstyle may be strange (all of La Squadra's are), but please please please run your fingers through it, ruffle it around, mess it up a bit, he loves it.

BONUS POINTS if you get a hairbrush and fix up his messy hair afterwards. Oh he's putty in your hands.

Will do anything he can to return the favors, unless you tell him he doesn't have to. augghhh

damn i got passionate about this one

Melone

Remember how I said Formaggio hugs you from behind while you cook? Well, Melone does that too.

But unlike Formaggio he does it while you're doing literally anything. You could be scrubbing the toilet and he's embracing ya and peppering kissing down your neck and. probably distracting you quite a bit.

But also unlike Formaggio, Melone stops when asked, or when it's clear his affection is making it super hard for you to work.

He'd love it for you to braid his hair, and if you have long enough hair, he'll braid your hair too.

If there's ever a day where you aren't doing too hot, sick in bed and he has the day to stay home, he'll be your house husband for the day. A perfect chance for him to give back some kindness ;3

Ghiaccio

It's no surprise that he's coming home with a million things to complain about. So he'll pace around the kitchen and ramble while you make dinner. He's usually irritable at this time, might get picky with how you cut ingredients or how long you cook for.

Still loves everything you make, even if it's not to his exact specifications. Mutters out a "thanks" afterwards and pulls you close to press a looong kiss to your forehead.

Lets you massage the immense amounts of tension out of him. Also wants you to run your fingers through his hair, brushing through his curls and massaging his scalp. For once he stays silent, sighing and leaning into your loving touch.

This man spouts a million words a minute, but he knows he doesn't need to speak to let you know how much he loves you. He just basks in your comfort. Damn, you treat him so well.

Risotto

He loves the caring part of you, he really does, but at the start of your relationship you may need to tell him a few times to stop saying things like "you know, you don't have to do that for me."

Eventually you reach a compromise, and when it comes to cooking and cleaning, you two make it a team effort whenever he's around.

When it comes to helping him relax after work though, he never complains (anymore) about your pampering.

a comforting bath, your hands scrubbing sweet scents through his hair, a moment where he doesn't need to focus on anything except his s/o.

He dreams of having these moments for the rest of his life, holding you close in the eerie silent night and cherishing every second you love him and care for him.

[cetaitlaverite]

Why All This Music?

Masters of the Air - Rosie Rosenthal x OC

masterlist is linked here <333

18. Nothing to Write Home About

Freddie had decided to finish work early today. Now that she was leading the Corona operations at Thorpe Abbotts she could afford herself such luxuries. It had only been during the sleepover last night, when Millie and Jem had reminded her that for all intents and purposes she was now her own boss, that Freddie discovered all of the negatives which came with ranking so highly could also be balanced by positives. So, yes, she had a lot of stressful responsibilities, a big workload, and few moments of peace. But she also had her own office and no one to tell her she had to stay in it all hours of the day to toil over her work.

This afternoon, Freddie had a date with her music. She’d been neglecting it lately.

The officers’ club was empty this time of day. Most everyone on base would still be working - it wasn’t even dinner yet. So Freddie waltzed right in like she owned the place, Meatball trotting dutifully behind her, the book of piano sheet music Rosie had given her for Christmas in hand. She sat down at the piano while Meatball found a nearby chair to curl up under. 

The blinds were up, letting daylight pour in, and the club looked different this time of day. At night the warm lighting always made it feel so much smaller than it was. It looked big now. Almost lonely.

Carefully, reverently, Freddie lifted the cover off of the keys and ran gentle fingers over them, barely making a sound.

She had already looked over the various pieces of music in the book Rosie had gifted her. Whether he knew it or otherwise, he had good taste. She knew he wasn’t particularly well versed in classical music - jazz, on the other hand, he may as well have been the world-leading expert on - but maybe he’d asked the clerk in the shop for help. Though Freddie liked to think he’d picked the book himself. The music was beautiful and romantic and she liked to think of it as a love letter of sorts. A love letter in a language she understood better, even, than English or German.

The first song she played was Meine Freuden by Franz Liszt and Frédéric Chopin, and the challenge of playing a new classical piece for the first time was exciting. Her fingers wanted to stumble and her wrists wanted to flick, but the music poured forth from beneath her hands anyway, as endearing and unfamiliar as new love.

She had played through two different songs three times over each before she was interrupted.

“You’re supposed to be at dinner,” Rosie said from the doorway. He was leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed and a fond smile on his face.

Meatball trotted over to him for attention, which Rosie gave him, while Freddie turned on the piano bench to look at him. “Oops?”

Rosie rolled his eyes but he was laughing quietly. 

“Time ran away from me,” Freddie told him, moving to sit sideways on the bench with one leg propped up on it. “The music in that book you got me is beautiful.”

“It’s beautiful when you play it,” Rosie replied.

Freddie laughed. 

“Come and eat something,” Rosie bid her next. “You can come back and play after.”

Freddie’s eyes sought the clock on the wall and she frowned. “Dinner only started five minutes ago. Let me wait until it calms down a bit in there and then I’ll come.”

Rosie tipped his head back and groaned playfully. “One more song,” he told her, petting Meatball once more before walking further into the room. 

Freddie’s smile lit up her face. “Really?!”

Rosie came to sit beside her on the bench and Meatball resumed his position beneath one of the chairs at a nearby table. 

“Okay,” Freddie said, flicking back to the first piece of music she’d been playing, “I’ve been practising this one. It’s not perfect, so -”

Rosie was laughing to himself.

“What?”

“Everything you play is perfect,” he told her, grinning. “Just play it.”

Her cheeks were engulfed in flames. She couldn’t meet his eyes anymore. “Okay.”

Rosie sat so quietly and so still beside her, terrified to interrupt her playing, that she almost forgot he was there. His eyes were locked on her fingers, following them across the keys, and every now and again their legs would brush against one another when Freddie used the pedal. It made the skin of her legs feel warm beneath her tights.

Freddie’s fingers slowed as the end of the song neared. She didn’t want it to end. After this, they’d go to the mess hall and be surrounded by noise and Freddie would sit with the girls unless her Corona wireless ops demanded she sit with them and she would be so far away from him. She didn’t want to be far away from him. She wanted to be close. Closer, even, than this.

But the song came to its end eventually. Freddie pressed down on the final key and the pedal longer than she needed to in a futile attempt to drag it out past its expiration.

“Beautiful,” Rosie murmured.

Freddie looked up at him to find a pink hue in his cheeks, his lips just slightly agape as he stared at her, now motionless, fingers. Slowly, he tore his gaze away from her hands resting on the piano keys and met her eyes. And slowly, a smile spread across his face.

Freddie smiled back at him. “Hi,” she whispered.

He grinned. “Hi, Fred.”

Her smile widened a touch. “I like the way you look at me,” she informed him quietly, because in that moment he looked so adoring she almost couldn’t bear it. His blue eyes were gentle and unspeakably fond. His smile was reverential.

“Sometimes I find it hard to believe that you exist,” he whispered back, an explanation of sorts.

It was so easy to get lost in him. In his eyes, in his smell, in his touch. In just the feeling of having him close. Sometimes she felt that he made the world a better place just by existing in it. He certainly made her world a better place just by showing his face there every now and again. How had she managed to go about her life without him?

“I exist,” Freddie assured him with a teasing grin.

Rosie’s eyes were on her smile. On her lips. “You sure?”

“Quite sure, yes.”

“I think I might’ve made you up,” he confessed. 

Freddie’s eyes dipped to his mouth as he spoke. To his lips. “Only one way to make sure,” she said.

His lips quirked up at the edges. “By pinching me?” he asked.

She shook her head just slightly, an almost imperceptible jerk of her head. Tilting her face up, as far as her neck would let her, she closed the distance between them until she could feel his breath fanning over her lips. 

He tilted his face down for her, to make it easier. Smiled as he waited for her to cross the line for them. 

Freddie drew in a deep breath and let her eyes flutter closed. She pressed her lips gently against his and encouraged him into a kiss. 

It was slow, soft, just a little bit unsure. She’d never been the one to make the final push.

But Rosie was sure enough for the both of them. His hands found her waist and tugged her closer, and then even closer, until she found it would just be easier to sit on his lap.

Their lips remained attached as she moved to straddle him on the piano bench. His hands held onto the piano to make sure she didn’t knock against it. Then, secure and with better leverage, Freddie leaned further into him, twined her hands into his hair, and let herself revel in the feeling of finally, finally, having his lips against hers.

His lips moved slowly, his tongue even slower, and it made Freddie want to squirm. He smiled as if he could tell. 

And she was worried she wasn’t very good at it anymore. At kissing. She was out of practice. He was clearly very good at it - better, even, than she’d imagined. He’d clearly been underselling himself when he’d told her he’d kissed ‘a few’ girls back in America. But then again, he was twenty-six and gorgeous and smart and kind and brave. If he hadn’t been around the block a few times she would have been more surprised.

But when they finally pulled apart for air all of Freddie’s worries of inadequacy disappeared. There was something in his eyes as he looked at her which was even stronger now than it had been before.

He kissed her again. Lifted a hand to cup her cheek and tilt her face just a little bit closer to his.

She let out a whimper which she was immediately humiliated by, but Rosie only pulled her impossibly closer.

Until - 

“Rosie, I gotta talk to you about - you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me!”

Freddie was giggling even before she’d properly pulled back from Rosie. “Sorry, Jack.”

“Not more fucking sorry than I am,” Jack replied, lifting a hand to rub at his eyes. “Jesus Christ. This is a public place!”

“No one’s here right now!” Rosie argued. “How did you know I was here?”

“Pappy told me you were going to find Fred. I heard the piano when I was walking by earlier. Figured you probably heard it too when you walked by.” He huffed, seemingly annoyed to have had his attention diverted. “Anyway, if you two could maintain a sense of public fucking decency for five seconds, I was just trying to tell you, Rosie, that I gotta talk to you about the next mission.”

Freddie made no moves to get off of Rosie’s lap and he made no moves to make her.

Jack threw his hands up and sighed. “Fine. We’ll talk later.”

Rosie was grinning. “I’ll come find you after dinner.”

“Yeah,” Jack said, frowning as he looked at Meatball. “You do that.”

He turned and left directly.

Freddie tucked her face into Rosie’s neck and laughed. “If he had been five minutes earlier I would have killed him.”

“If he’d been five minutes earlier I would’ve helped you,” Rosie replied.

Freddie laughed again.

She let herself linger for a minute, with her face pressed to his neck, before deciding she wanted to see his face. Sitting up straight, or as straight as she could in his lap, she was greeted with a wide smile which didn’t seem to have slipped during the time he’d been out of her sight.

Too cute. How was he that cute? It should’ve been illegal. Unable to help it, Freddie leaned in and tucked her nose up beside his, shutting her eyes and then rubbing their noses together.

Rosie laughed softly.

Freddie pulled back just a bit and moved to kiss him again when her stomach rumbled, almost obnoxiously loud in the quiet of the officers’ club. 

Rosie gave her a look. “Dinner,” he told her, faux sternly. “Now.”

“One more kiss first?”

“One more kiss and we’ll be here all night,” Rosie replied, but he kissed her quickly on the lips anyway.

Freddie huffed out a laugh. “Dinner and then another kiss?” she asked.

He laughed again, standing up with her still in his arms when it became clear she wasn’t moving. “If you eat all of it then yeah.”

Freddie frowned. “You’re mean.”

He rolled his eyes. Just when he opened his mouth to retort, however, he banged his shin on the leg of the piano while trying to manoeuvre them both out from behind the bench. His eyes fell shut, his bottom lip got caught between his teeth, and a low hiss of air emerged from his mouth.

Freddie knew it must have hurt really badly. She also knew it was probably her fault for refusing to stand up herself. As such, she held in her laugh with all of her might, thanking god that his eyes were closed. 

When he opened them she tried to smooth over her features. She was sure she was red in the face from holding her breath.

“Ow,” Rosie said.

Freddie’s laugh all but exploded out of her.

“Shut up,” Rosie complained as he set her down on her feet.

Meatball started barking as he approached because her laughter was so loud and so uncontrollable.

“Sorry,” Freddie choked out. “It’s not that funny. I just -”

“Fred,” Rosie complained again.

“I’m sorry. I know it probably hurts so much.”

“It does.”

For some reason, that only made it funnier.

She delayed them a further five minutes while trying to get herself under control. Rosie threatened to throw her over his shoulder and carry her to the mess hall if she didn’t stop but eventually she managed to. But she caught him rubbing his shin as he let her past him out of the door and sputtered a laugh all over again, and was forced to enter the mess hall in fits of giggles.

Freddie was still talking about it in the officers’ club that night. And no one else found it even half as funny as she did, but she kept telling people about it anyway because Rosie went red and frowny when she did and she thought that was even funnier.

“Rosie, I have no idea why you put up with her,” Millie said at one point, when she’d already had to endure the story five times.

When Rosie chuckled quietly and shrugged, lifting his glass for a sip of beer, Freddie wrapped both of her arms around his free arm and hugged it to her chest. “I make it worth your while, don’t I, Rosie?” she asked, batting her eyelashes.

He glanced down at her and kissed her hairline. She knew he loved when she hugged his arm, not because he ever told her but because he always got all sweet and affectionate when she did. He could never deny her anything when she asked like this, and neither could he hold a grudge. 

Jem was sitting at their table, Meatball beneath her chair, and chewing on her nails. They were freshly painted a bright red so they must have tasted awful but she gnawed at them anyway like a child trying a lollipop for the first time.

“Feel like doing a shot, Jem?” Freddie asked, trying to settle her, to remind her that all of this was meant to be fun. Paddy had agreed to the dancing with wild enthusiasm and now everyone was waiting for Jem to decide she was ready. She could still back out if she wanted to but Freddie knew she wouldn’t. Freddie also knew she wanted to dance, really, she was just frightened. The same way Freddie had been frightened to dance with Rosie even when she’d wanted to, though the stakes were wildly different.

Jem nodded almost absentmindedly. “Yeah, alright,” she replied quietly.

Freddie knocked back the rest of her lemonade and stood, smoothing down her skirt. “Come, then, sweetness. Bar’s clearing out at the moment.”

Freddie and Jem waited for Atley’s attention quietly, Jem chewing on the inside of her cheek. 

Freddie smiled and wrapped both of her arms around Jem’s waist, squeezing her lightly. “Feeling alright, Jemmy?”

“Nervous,” Jem replied, glancing down at her.

“Normal to be nervous,” Freddie assured her. “Do you feel excited too, though? Even just a little bit?”

Jem finally cracked a smile, her eyes seeking Paddy clearly of their own accord because once they found her they flicked right back to Freddie. “Yes,” she admitted.

“Good,” Freddie decided. “You take your time on deciding when. We’re in no hurry.”

Atley served them their two shots of whiskey with a nod and a smile before moving onto the next patrons. Freddie and Jem linked arms as they tossed them back. “Liquid courage,” Jem declared, clearing her throat of the burn. 

Freddie grinned. “Feeling brave, are we?”

“I’ve spent my whole life being frightened,” Jem said. Her eyes, once again, sought out Paddy in the crowd and found her without even having to try. They softened when they caught her and stayed there, bright and fond. “Don’t feel up to it anymore.”

“That’s my Jem,” Freddie said proudly. “Shall I go and get Mils? I think the next song might be about to start.”

“Go put on a show, Fred,” Jem told her, laughing as she smoothed down her skirt and jacket sleeves.

Freddie grinned at her. “No one’s eyes will be on you, Jem, we’ll make sure of it.”

Returning to the table with a spring in her step, Freddie forewent heading over to her seat and instead rested her hands on the back of Millie’s and lent down over her shoulder. “Fancy a dance?” she asked, smiling wildly.

Millie turned to look at her, a similar grin on her face. “I thought you’d never ask.”

The eyes of the men at the table were confused as Freddie offered her hand and Millie took it, leading her to the dance floor. Pappy and Bailey both looked to Rosie, who shrugged, as clueless as anyone.

Freddie and Millie took their places front and centre on the dance floor just as a new song started up, upbeat and joyful. Freddie was taller so she took on the man’s role while Millie played the woman, and off they went, laughing loudly as they galloped and twirled and generally made fools of themselves across the floor.

Freddie noted Amy and Cecelia dancing not too far away from them, pressed close in case that’s how Jem and Paddy wanted to dance. They were grinning at each other as they went about their performance, joking with each other and tripping over each other’s feet, neither of them used to dancing with a partner the same height as they were.

A few of the Operation Corona wireless operator girls joined in the fun, dancing with each other the same as they would with a man. And before long Jem and Paddy were tucked in the middle of a sea of all-female couples, and if they were dancing slightly slower than everyone else, slightly closer, smiling at each other slightly fonder, who would ever have noticed? They were just one couple amongst many. Nothing to write home about.

The girls danced together for three songs total. Jem and Paddy left after that, Jem tapping Freddie and Millie on the shoulder as they headed for the door, smiling so wide her cheeks must have been hurting. It made Freddie’s heart ache with tenderness. She’d never seen Jem look so utterly joyful. 

Millie winked at Freddie and Freddie laughed as the couple disappeared out the door. The two of them would be back later, probably, but they would get their privacy now while everyone else was still at the club.

“Good on them,” Millie said to Freddie as they headed back to the table, arm in arm. “They’re getting more than I am, that’s for sure.”

“And me,” Freddie said with a giggle.

Millie nudged her with a roll of her eyes. “Won’t be long, Fred, and you know it.” When Freddie glanced at her she was inclining her head in the direction they were going and Freddie followed the gesture. 

There was Rosie, eyes on her. And there was no mistaking it. Bedroom eyes.

Freddie looked back at Millie with a roll of her eyes. “Don’t say anything.”

“I’m not.”

“Your face is saying everything.”

“My face always looks like this.”

Freddie scoffed but dropped it as they arrived back at the table. 

There was a fresh lemonade waiting for Freddie and a fresh beer waiting for Millie.

“You know, I think I like you, Rosie,” Millie said as she sat down and sipped at it.

Freddie leaned over and kissed his cheek in thanks for her drink. “He’s taken, Mils.”

Millie scoffed. “So am I.”

“Then mind your business.”

“You have fun?” Rosie asked, moving some of Freddie’s hair off of her shoulder and smoothing it down her back as she sipped her drink.

“Mh-hm,” Freddie hummed. “So much.”

“I’m a better partner than you, Rosie,” Millie taunted.

“You hear that, twinkle toes?” Milburn, Rosie’s bombardier, said, smirking across the table at him. “She thinks she’s a better dancer than you.”

Freddie sat up straighter. “Twinkle toes?” she echoed, starting to grin.

Rosie’s head fell back as he groaned. “Damn it, Milburn.”

“What?” Freddie asked, looking between the two of them with increasing intrigue. “Is there something I don’t know about?”

“I said no twinkle toes jokes in front of Fred,” Rosie said, tipping his head back down and shooting half-hearted daggers at Milburn.

For his part, Milburn only carried on smirking into his beer.

“Rosie’s an excellent dancer, Fred,” Pappy said from Rosie’s other side. “I’m surprised he ain’t shown you yet.”

Freddie’s eyebrows furrowed. “We dance together all the time.”

“But have you ever seen him dance solo?” Bailey cut in.

Millie was giggling from beside Freddie.

“Show me,” Freddie demanded, turning back to Rosie.

He groaned again. “No.”

“Rosie,” Freddie said, frowning.

“Fred,” he replied, sipping from his beer.

“I want to see.”

“No.”

“Rosie,” Freddie complained once more, dragging out the final syllable. She tried to wrap her arms around his bicep but he pulled it away, smirking down at her.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing.”

She pouted.

“Put on some Artie Shaw and he’ll show you,” Milburn commented, grinning as he watched their exchange. He was clearly thrilled with himself to have put Rosie’s foot in it for him.

Freddie turned to Milburn with her eyes all lit up. “I can make that happen,” she said.

“Once you see it you can never unsee it, Fred,” Pappy warned.

“Oh?” she asked, humouring him. “Will it make me change my mind?” Nothing could make her change her mind, she was just thoroughly enjoying watching Rosie squirm.

“Probably,” Bailey joked.

Rosie was dying a slow, painful death beside her.

“Another time,” Freddie said, finally putting him out of his misery. “For now, let’s dance together.”

Instantly, Rosie pushed his chair back and stood, then offered Freddie his hand to help her stand too. As he led her to the dance floor she snorted out a giggle and he cut his eyes at her. “What now?”

“Just thinking about when you banged your shin earlier -”

Rosie groaned. “Fred.”

She kept on giggling until he kissed her when they were dancing, right there in the middle of the dance floor. And then she was too enchanted to think of anything else.

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It's been a hot minute since I've posted, but I hope everyone is having a good day, night, afternoon, or evening :3 <333

[tojisun]

SUNNNNNNNNIEEEEEEE I SERVED CUNT TODAY OMG LEMME TELL U

I work at a fashion college so basically we were doing runways to promote our designs to our school- and it was like a fricking musical or some shit, bc I was a designer, so I doooon't go on stage, but no. A model was sick, so I had to replace her bc I was pretty enough??? Idk wtf that meant.

But I wear baggy clothes bc im too tired for everything and I had to wear a skin tight dress tf 😭😭😭

AND OFC SOME STUPID MODEL IN THE CORNER IS ALL "She isn't gonna look good in that, just give it to me," And you KNOW I had to go on stage now. (I am a gym freak, bc I'd much rather take my stress out on work outs rather than alcohol)

and when I tell you, I HAD EVERYBODY GAGGED

I HAD THE LESBIANS RUNNING

I WAS SO HAPPY

OKI THATS IT BYE BYE HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT/AFTERNOON/EVENING/DAWN/IDK BUT I LOVE UR WORK BAE

AHHHH IM SORRY FOR REPLYING LATE TO THIS BABY BUT IM SO SO HAPPY FOR U!!!

the model will catch these hands i promise. fuck they meant “she isnt gonna look good in that”??????? like who even says that. thats so mean girl (gender neutral) of them >:((

and hell yes to u bodying that dress?????? shut their ass up for real!!! had i been in that room, i too would be running with the lesbians bet!!!!

teehee thank u so so much for sharing with me this beautiful moment!! smooches u lots and i hope ur having an amazing day/night/afternoon too!!!!!! and awww thank u so much <333