#he's one of my favorite guys in the world

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Trophy Boyfriend

Word count: 450

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Summary: Lando Norris fully embraces his role as Y/n L/n’s devoted trophy boyfriend, happily standing in the background while she steals the spotlight.

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Lando Norris had a lot of titles to his name—Formula 1 driver, McLaren’s golden boy, future world champion (hopefully). But none of them mattered quite as much as the one he held now: Y/n L/n’s boyfriend.

It was a role he took very seriously. Not because he was the main character in this relationship—he wasn’t, not even a little. Y/n was the main event, the superstar, the reason photographers nearly toppled over themselves trying to snap pictures when they walked into a room together.

She was everything. And he was just… well, Lando.

He didn’t mind.

“I love this dress,” he said, watching Y/n twirl in front of the mirror. It was something sleek, designer, probably gifted by a brand that wanted her to post about it.

“You think so?” she mused, adjusting the straps.

“I think,” Lando said, sliding his hands around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder, “that every single person at this event is going to wish they were me.”

Y/n laughed, rolling her eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”

“No, I’m right.” He grinned. “I’m literally dating you. Do you know how crazy that is?”

She turned in his arms, smoothing a hand through his curls. “I have a feeling you’re about to tell me.”

“I mean, look at you,” he continued dramatically. “Gorgeous. Talented. Everyone loves you. And then there’s me—your little trophy boyfriend.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow. “Little?”

“Well, figuratively.” He leaned in closer, voice dropping. “Not literally.”

She smacked his chest, but he could see the way her lips curled up. “Behave.”

“Never,” he murmured, stealing a quick kiss before she could stop him.

The gala was exactly what Lando expected—Y/n’s show, and he was just happy to be a part of it.

People flocked to her the second they arrived, showering her with compliments, gushing over her latest projects, asking for pictures. Lando, in the meantime, sipped his drink and stood a little off to the side, perfectly content to let her shine.

Occasionally, she would reach back for him, lacing their fingers together like a silent reminder: You’re still my favorite person here.

He liked that.

At some point, a well-meaning (but oblivious) businessman clapped Lando on the back and said, “Must be nice, huh? Being with someone like Y/n.”

Lando just grinned. “Mate, I wake up every day and wonder how I pulled it off.”

It was true. He had no delusions about who the star was in this relationship. Y/n walked into a room and owned it, and Lando? He was just happy to be the guy holding her purse when she needed both hands to take a picture.

And honestly? Best gig ever.

[tvgals]

virgin! choso who is so confused the first couples times he cums.

he’s not new to the porn-watching scene. in fact, it’s almost all he does. he downloaded twitter for a reason and he has two accounts for whenever he’s out in public.

when he met you in his computer science class, he couldn’t help but realize you looked like his favorite creator on twitter. he swallowed all the courage he had and asked you out, and you said yes with a big grin on your face.

once you took him home for the first time, he cocked his head to the side in curiosity, again, realizing that your room was eerily similar to ‘miss. creamer’ on twitter. after an hour or so of conversing, choso couldn’t help but let his mind wander about. he wanted to plough you into your soft comforter, pull your hair and make you scream for more, but he knew he didn’t have the guts to do so yet. while in his own world, his dick grew almost four inches! you grinned as you looked down at the print in his grey sweatpants.

“something you wanna say, cho?” you giggle, crawling over his legs to seat yourself in his lap. “uhm..” he gulps, placing his hands up defensively. you shake your head and grab choso’s wrists, bringing his hands down to clasp around your hips. “just trust me.” you smile, bringing one of your manicured hands up to card through his jet black hair. choso looks up a you through his rectangular frame glasses and he sighs out, kneading the soft flesh you proposed to him. you lean into him, pressing slow and sultry kisses to his pink lips. he follows suit and brings a hand up to the nape of your neck, as if it was muscle memory. you bring a hand down to peel off choso’s sweatpants and boxers in one swift motion, choso bucking up into you involuntarily.

“i-..” he moans out. you take choso’s, almost painfully, hard dick and slowly sink on top of him, keeping a steady manicured hand on his pecs. “oh-oh my god..” he pants out, his head lolling back in ecstasy. once you sink all the way down onto his pretty, pretty cock, you adjust yourself a bit and slowly start to bounce up and down, small moans escaping past your lips. “you..you’re so beautiful.” choso rasps out. you smile and lean to press tender kisses to his pink, pouty lips. he knows he won’t last long, he can feel the coil in his tummy that’s about to snap, and he doesn’t know how to handle it.

“i-i feel so weird..” he moans, grabbing onto your hips with one hand and bringing another one up to grope one of your breasts. “talk to me..” you coax him with that beautiful, almost siren like, voice of yours. “am i gonna cum? what-what do i do?” he moans out, tears brimming his eyes. he doesn’t wanna hurt you! will his curse like nature compromise your experience? “you are, baby..just let it happen, okay?” you try and calm him down, but your pussy is gripping him like a vice, and he can’t help but wonder if this is what heaven is like. “help..help..” he meeks out tiny moans, the tears finally falling from his eyes. and, before you can get any reassuring words out, choso cums inside of you with a loud moan, bringing your body into his forcefully.

“was that it? oh my god.” he’s shaking now, his toes curling at the sensation. you giggle at his reaction, kissing along his neck.

>the next day, he checks twitter to see little miss.creamer on twitter has posted another video. and, hey, the guy she’s fucking has the same rings on as choso. weird.

[sugusatosluut]

Overworked and Overstimulated

Synopsis: You take on every job Cecil hands you as his overachieving daughter, but what could be more relaxing after work than getting high with your friends?

Warnings: Edibles, smut, threesome! MDNI💓

You returned back to the guardian’s hq, exhaustedly ripping your mask off of your head. Your father called you on four missions back to back because he had already sent the new guardians and invincible to space. You wanted to go sooooo bad, but he found it better for you to sit this one out. Coincidentally upon returning back, you had found out that they all made it back a few days ago and Cecil wanted you to handle everything until most of them recovered. Easier said than done. Usually it was about six life threatening issues a day, but to tackle four of the worst ones in one day was just a little too much.

You showered, then went up to your room. Dimming the lights, you changed and turned on your music as you took out a pot brownie. You deserved this, you worked too damn hard not to. Stupid GDA invested father using you as a machine.. but he was your dad and sometimes it was your fault for biting off more than you could chew. Typical of you to not say something yet act out when you’re overstimulated. Just typical.

As you got comfortable in your little room, Mark and Rex knocked at your door. What a surprise, they never approach you unless they need help, so maybe now’s not a good time to get high.

“Yo, y/n! Good job holding down the fort until we came back. I see the world’s got a new favorite nepo baby.” Rex chuckled as he grabbed a chair.

“C’mon Rex you know she doesn’t like that.” Mark nudged his shoulder.

“Sorry.. sometimes the social awareness just doesn’t que up fast enough in my brain. Anyways, whatcha doin? Taking the night off?” Rex asked as he played with the items on your desk.

“Yeah, my dad gave me four of the worst missions today. Just figured I’d mellow out in my room for the rest of the day.” You sighed.

“With a pot brownie?” Mark asked sitting in the edge of your bed and holding the ziploc bag containing your brownies.

“Uh-y-yeah. Well I was gonna wait til you guys left in case you didn’t need me for anything but this seemed important so I couldn’t eat one right this second.” You said nervously.

“Fuck that, this is your free time.. Mark and I have been off for a while. Let’s say we make this a group trip huh? I’ll pay you back for it later.” Rex said taking the brownies from Mark.

“I’m down, you don’t have to pay me back though Sloan. I’m content with this. Just quality time with my friends.” You said relaxing back in your bed.

You, Mark and Rex all ate a brownie, waiting for the effects to kick in.

About an hour later you were all feeling the effects. You had put some dumb chick flick on and both men were entertained. It was quiet. Mark was shirtless, with an arm wrapped around you and Rex was also shirtless laying on your chest. Before the high had kicked in you guys gave mark money to get snacks and he delivered. As you guys watched the movie, all that could be heard was the crunching of chips. Both of their bodies were keeping you extremely warm. The movie ended and all three of you were wondering what to do next.

“Basketball?” Rex offered.

“Let’s go. Me and you Rex.” Mark smirked at him.

The three of you went down into the HQ training center. Both boys were shooting hoops.

“This is boring, can we find a way to make it interesting?” Mark asked.

“Ask and you shall recieve. First one to score five shots wins a kiss from the pretty lady over there— and don’t tell me you’re not dying for a taste of that. The best things in life are things that you aren’t allowed to have.” Rex winked.

“I can reason with that as long as it’s okay with y/n.” Mark asked.

“We’ll— I don’t wanna sound desperate but I mean it’s perfectly fine with me.” You blushed. You were in fact the most desperate for this. The past flirtations between you and Mark and then you and Rex throughout your time at the GDA always got to you. Your dad always steered them both away.. well not just them, everyone—away. Mark and Rex didn’t really care, they were friends to the end. They stood up to Cecil which finally allowed you to go on missions, but Cecil drew the line at space. The old man knew better than to get between you and your friends. Yes, you loved your dad but there’s always a battle to be fought with him.

“You’re on.” Mark smirked.

Both boys played away and suddenly the score went from one to four. It was the final point for each of them.

“This one’s for you!” They both shouted together. The anticipation guided you to insanity. If Rex scored and mark felt jealous? It would ruin you. If Mark scored and Rex feel jealous? God.. it’s too much to handle. It’s okay to change your mind and everything, the boys would understand. You don’t want one without the other.

“Well looks like we’re both getting kissed. Both our baskets were made.” Mark smiled smugly.

How did you miss it? Oh well. You weren’t kissing them in the middle of the guardians hq, that would be an awkward moment you couldn’t come back from. The boys held their excitement until you all made it back to your room. Now it was really awkward for you.

“I know I’ve only gotten high with you guys once before but holy shit you look like you’re in a real predicament right now y/n.” Mark laughed.

Rex joined in on laughing, both of them were laughing a bit too hard, it was a little too contagious.

“You’re right, she’s as red as a fucking ripe ass tomato!” Rex was wheezing at this point. The laughter coming from your room was intense and anybody coming by your room could tell you were having a fun time.

You started laughing along with them and soon the laughing turned to joyous tears from your stomachs hurting so bad. After all the laughing, you rested your head on Mark’s shoulder again as you all made it back to laying on your giant bed that took up most of the room in your little box. Mark scooted you, letting you in between his legs as your back touched his chest. Mark played with your hair and Rex was up to something mischevious. Rex snuck himself under the covers, pulling down your lace panties and your pajama pants. You would have been way more alarmed in any other circumstance but for this one? You felt so at peace with both of them doing what they wanted to you. It was the best stress relief you had in a while.

Mark’s hands reached for your shirt, lifting it up off your body and kissing the back of your neck. As Rex started to eat you out your body started to tingle with numbness. The high was really intensifying all your senses. Rex’s tongue lapped and licked your little bud under the covers. To ease you, Mark grabbed onto your breasts, kneading them and kissing your neck. Rex’s grip on your hips stayed firm.

“I thought you both wanted a kiss.” You whined.

“We did, the high just feels too nice to waste on a little kiss. You getting overstimulated? I can tell by the way you’re squirming. Quit acting out.” Mark said firmly as his hands shifted positions, as one arm was now around your neck.

You whined and groaned until you started getting close, both boys were naked at this point, the temperature in the room getting hotter, the feelings more intense.. both boys were slipping in and out of you roughly as you were still whining, eventually the three of you would finish at the same time. You all hit the showers and you went back to your room in silence. Your body was now tired.

“Hey- uh.. thanks for that. If you ever wanna use me I left my number on your board.” Rex winked at you before deciding to leave.

“Leaving so soon?” You asked.

“Yeah.. unfortunately you’re not the only girl on my roster sweet cheeks.” He whistled.

“Alright, see you around.” You waved.

Well at least Rex admitted to wanting a late night booty call.

Mark walked into your room timidly.

“You leaving too?” You pouted.

“Oh stop pouting. I got you flowers. I wanna stay and cuddle. I was in space for five days I thought you’d miss me a little more.” He said.

“Now look who’s pouting.” You smirked.

Mark came into your room placing the flowers on your nightstand and laying down on top of you, his body weight giving you the utmost relief.

“I don’t want to share you again. That was a one time deal.” He complained.

“I understand, thank you for letting me experience that.” You smiled at him.

The room seemed to go quiet, you eyes started to shut and mark had one last thing on his mind.

“When are you gonna tell your dad about us?”

“Mark— go to sleep.”

[art-of-a-ghostie]

How I feel about this character: This man is literally a puzzle of every trope I adore (wizard, silly, cool magical skills, loud, low social skills, cool voice actor, just doesn't want to be alone, traumatic backstory, mystery...)! I would say that he is not my ultimate favorite character but he is very close to be one!

I LOVE how he is written, because all the hints about his past are there! He talks about him fighting witches! Being a talented wizard! Escaping from a mysterious country!! Except that you don't think about the "Why" or "How" because you are too focused on thinking "What the fuck is wrong with this guy". And Jello shows it to you and you cry.

Someone makes an animatic him with "The world's greatest actor" from Milk In The Microwave pls.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Giovanni Potage is kinda the only guy I can think of. I also saw a sort of polycule between him, Gio and Crusher once (Like, they were both dating Gio but not each other) and I gotta admit that the idea is amusing. I will be honest, I mostly ship what I think it would be funny (I like to call myself a "bitshipper"(like, shipper but for the bit)) but I am not super passionate about it. I prefer platonic friendships.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Literally any characters?? I'd say that I have been thinking about him & Naven & Yoomtah and him & Neo Trio often recently.

My unpopular opinion about this character: I don't think there's a real unpopular opinion except that I slightly fear he won't be used at his biggest potential?? I hope we explore more of his epithet but I don't know if we will have enough time.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: Let him befriend Sylvie and Giovanni's boys.

Also, I hope that the gag of people assuming that "Soulmates" is a romantic thing evolves into him introducing his epithet as "MY-TOTALLY-PLATONIC-EPITHET-WHO-HAS-NOTHING-TO-DO-WITH-LOVE! SOULMATES!! :D Don'tpepperspraymeplease :D!"

@dipskiff

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[juleswritesstuff]

The Pillow Contract

James Potter seems to have found the best pillow on earth. You.

james potter x fem!reader

warnings: none

James liked to consider himself a man of simple pleasures. 

A good meal ? Heaven. A lazy Sunday spent wrapped in a blanket burrito ? Perfection. A well-timed, sarcastic remark ? Chef’s kiss.

But above all else, there was one thing James had come to love more than anything in the world.

Your chest.

Well, you as a whole, of course. Body and soul alike. He was not a bloody prick, thank you very much. 

He loved you for you, not just for the flawless vessel that carried your golden heart and your beautiful mind.

But he couldn't help the way he was especially drawn to the perfection that peeked from your neckline when your shirt hung a little lower than usual.

And he also could not, in good conscience, ignore the life-altering comfort that was that perfection.

Now, to be clear, James wasn’t just some guy obsessed with his girlfriend’s body –okay, maybe he was a little addicted. 

But, come on, who could blame him when you were said girlfriend ? 

He was supposed to be a bit obsessed with you, right ? That’s what every person in their sane, right and helplessly in love mind would be about their partner, no ? 

Was that just him ? 

Ok, fine, maybe he was a bit of a simp (read, you had him at your feet). So what ? 

He liked it exactly like that. Sue him.

But this ? This was different. 

This wasn’t just about attraction or some primal male instinct. No, this was about something sacred.

This was about comfort.

The kind that he’d accidentally stumbled upon one evening when you had curled up next to him on the couch, and his head had somehow –miraculously– ended up resting right on your chest.

That’s when he had discovered it.

The Holy Grail of pillows. The pinnacle of all headrests.

Your chest was perfect. 

Warm. Soft. Inviting.

It had been life-changing. Existence-altering. World-stopping.

And in that moment, with his head resting against the softest, most heavenly cushion known to mankind, and your heart beating under his ear like a lullaby, James had made a decision.

He was never going back to regular pillows again.

Ever.

The problem was, he didn’t exactly know how to turn this into a permanent arrangement without looking like an absolute fool.

Which, really, was ironic, because James didn’t mind acting like the biggest dumbass in the world when it came to you. Not even a tiny bit.

The man had zero shame, and zero chill when you were involved.

If he had to beg ? Done.

If he had to bribe you with kisses ? Oh no, how awful.

If he had to declare his undying devotion in front of his friends and suffer their relentless teasing ? Call Sirius and Remus over, he was ready to suffer.

If he had to wear one of those, frankly quite obnoxious --yes, even for him-- ‘I ❤️ My Girlfriend’ shirts in public just because you wanted him to suffer a bit for forgetting the chores ? Consider it his new favorite outfit.

He’d do anything and everything –yes, even sacrificing his dignity in front of Pads and Moony– if it meant putting a smile on your face (and making you agree to be used as a headrest for the rest of your life. But let’s just say that was a teeny, tiny, wonderful bonus if the case ever came to be).

Tonight was his chance, he told himself.

You were already curled up on the couch, wearing one of his hoodies, your legs tucked beneath you as you scrolled through your phone. The dim lighting of the room cast a soft glow over you, and James took a moment to appreciate the scene. 

Because, honestly ? You looked really good.

Too good.

Like, unfairly good.

The hoodie –his hoodie, the one he had technically claimed as his favorite, but which spent more time on your body than his closet– was slightly oversized on you, slipping off one shoulder in a way that made his brain short-circuit for a second.

This was his moment.

You were comfortable. The couch was comfortable. 

And your chest ? Well, that was a level of bliss he had yet to find anywhere else in the world.

Time to execute: Operation Smothered by Heaven.

Ok, the name was a little ridiculous. But, to his defence, he had been a little distracted while thinking about it –the dress you were wearing mysteriously met the floor not even five minutes after he had taken a glimpse of you– and his brain had refused to work at his full potential.

Something that he absolutely couldn’t let happen now. 

Not when the fate of his comfort and sanity was at such a high risk.

That’s why he casually –so casually– stretched like a giant cat just waking up from a nap, letting out an exaggerated yawn before –still ever so nonchalantly, of course– leaning closer.

And would you look at that ? His head, as if drawn by an invisible magnetic force he absolutely had no control on –God forbid– found its way to your chest.

It was seamless. 

Flawless execution.

Absolutely fucking nailed that.

He gave himself a mental high five.

Operation Smothered by Heaven: officially successful.

“Wow. Smooth” you blinked down at him, amused.

James grinned but didn’t move. Not even an inch. Nope. 

He had claimed his rightful place, and there was no going back now.

“What can I say ? Gravity is a powerful thing” he purred, his voice smug, his eyes half-lidded like a cat who had just found the warmest sunspot in the house.

“Ah, I see. So this is all gravity’s fault, then ?”

“Absolutely” he confirmed, burrowing his face in just a little more “I have no control over it. Pure science”

You snorted, shaking your head, but you didn’t push him away. 

Of course you didn’t.

If anything, you shifted slightly, letting your arm drape around his back, your fingers absentmindedly tracing along his spine. He hummed in approval, his whole body melting against yours like ice under the warm sunlight of a summer’s day.

Because the thing James didn’t know –or, at the very least, seemed to forget– was that he wore his heart on his sleeve. Always.

James Potter and secret scheming ? Not a good match. 

Not a match at all, actually. But you still liked watching him try.

And with the way he had been ogling you for the past week, it really wasn’t hard to figure out what had been brewing in that ridiculously pretty head of his.

His thoughtful frown, the way his brows scrunched together, his deep-in-thought lip-biting. James had looked like he was trying to crack some highly classified government code.

Except the code in question was you.

Or, more specifically, that area right below your neck that seemed to steal his attention more times then it should've been considered healthy.

Subtle, he was not.

He had been studying you. Analyzing the way your sweaters dipped lower when you leaned forward, the way the fabric of your shirts clung to your curves, the way–

God.

James had the audacity to look like he was pondering the meaning of life when, really, all he was trying to find was an excuse.

Funny how he could’ve just asked.

It wasn’t like you would have refused him.

Hell, you didn’t even think you possessed the ability to refuse him. To refuse him anything, really.

But your smitten and extremely down-bad behavior when it came to your boyfriend was a topic for another time.

James let out a deep, satisfied sigh.

“You know” he murmured, voice slightly muffled as he nuzzled closer “I think I’ve discovered something important”

“Oh ?”

“Mhm” he tilted his head up, his expression dead serious. Like a man delivering a life-changing revelation “Your chest ? Best pillow I’ve ever used”

You raised an eyebrow, a quiet grin making its way onto your mouth. “I should be flattered, I think”

“You should be honored” he corrected, his lips quirking into a lazy smirk “I mean, it’s a very competitive market. But yours ? Easily top-tier”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t hide the smile tugging at your lips. “Is that right ?”

James nodded solemnly. 

“Hell yeah, baby. I’d even write a five-star Yelp review if that were a thing”

You let out a soft laugh and slid your fingers into his hair, gently scratching at his scalp.

James immediately melted.

He let out a low, contented hum, eyes slipping shut, the tension in his body dissolving completely. You thought if he was a cat, he would’ve started purring.

“Mmh. Keep doing that, and I might never get up” he mumbled, voice already laced with drowsiness.

“Wouldn’t mind that” you teased.

Because, really, who in their right mind would complain about this ?

No one, that's who.

And surely not you.

James hummed in response, his arms tightening around your waist burying himself further into you. You could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the warmth of his body seeping into yours. 

His lips brushed absentmindedly against your collarbone –a barely-there press of warmth that sent a quiet shiver down your spine.

This. This was perfection.

Then, because James Potter simply could not help himself, he tilted his head up again.

“So, uh... just out of curiosity. How often do you think I can get away with this ?”

You smirked. “That depends”

“On ?”

“How well you behave”

James’ eyes darkened slightly, though amusement still played at the edges. 

“Define behave” his voice dropped, all smooth and teasing, like he could coax an answer out of you if he said it just right.

You arched a brow, pretending to think. 

“Well, let’s see. No stealing the blankets at night. No pretending you don’t hear me when I ask you to grab something from the kitchen. And definitely no distracting me when I’m trying to get work done”

James gasped, offended.

“That last one is unreasonable and you know it”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Oh, is it ?”

“Yes. It is literally part of my rights as your boyfriend to distract you”

You hummed, pretending to ponder your decision.

“Well, if we can do nothing about that…” your hand cupped his cheek, slender fingers applying a gentle pressure to lift his face up from that cocoon of warmth he had nestled himself into.

He blinked. “I-wait. What ?”

Before he could fully register what was happening, you leaned down and captured his lips in a slow, lazy kiss.

James melted.

Like, gone. Out of commission. Absolute goner.

The smug confidence he had a second ago ? Obliterated.

His hands, which had been lazily resting at your waist, tightened, pulling you closer like he never wanted to let go. One of them trailed up your spine, fingers tangling into your hair, holding you there like this was oxygen and he needed it to breathe.

You sighed against his lips, feeling the way James shuddered, the way his grip on you tightened, like he was physically trying to keep himself from falling apart.

Like you had just ruined him.

And maybe you had.

Because when you pulled back just enough to catch your breath, James just blinked at you, dazed and utterly wrecked, lips still parted like he hadn’t quite caught up with reality yet.

You bit back a smirk.

Unbelievable.

How had this man made a full-time career out of turning you into putty, and yet one well-placed kiss had him looking like he’d just been personally blessed by the universe ?

You dragged your fingers lazily through his curls, watching the way his lashes fluttered at the sensation, the slow, dopey grin tugging at his lips.

Completely gone.

You tilted your head, murmuring teasingly against his mouth “Was that up to your standards, Mr. Five-Star Review ?”

James, still grinning –and still absolutely useless– just nodded.

"Five stars ? That was worth the entire Milky Way, baby"

You let out a laugh, and James practically glowed at the sound, his fingers flexing against your waist like he wanted to bottle it.

Then, before you could say anything else, he tilted his head, brushing his nose against yours in that infuriatingly sweet way of his.

"You know-" he murmured, voice all warm and syrupy "-if this is part of my reward system, I promise to be so good"

You smirked, fingers tracing idle patterns into the back of his neck. “Do you now ?”

James nodded solemnly, though the grin he was fighting gave him away.

“The best. Model citizen. Proper gentleman. Will hold doors, carry bags, call you milady unironically if I have to”

You snorted. Loudly.

"Now that, I need to see"

James hummed, tilting his head up like he was about to deliver the most profound statement of his life.

“Mmh. Maybe after another kiss”

Your eyes narrowed playfully. “That so ?”

He nodded again, already leaning in, his lips curling mischievously.

You let your fingers drag slowly down the back of his neck, feeling the way James shivered under your touch.

The moment stretched, thick with something warm and electric, the air between you charged in that intoxicating way it always was whenever you teased him like this.

You leaned in deliberately, lips hovering just over his, close enough that you could feel the ghost of his breath, the heat radiating off his skin.

James, for all his usual smugness, stilled, his lazy smirk faltering into something softer, deeper. His lips parting slightly, his pupils dark and expectant.

Waiting.

Wanting.

You let your gaze drop to his lips, watching as his tongue darted out just once, a quick, unconscious flick, like he was already tasting the kiss before it happened.

And, God, he was beautiful like this.

All that usual bravado stripped down to this, his sharp edges melted, his hands twitching slightly where they rested on your hips, fighting the urge to pull you closer.

His restraint was admirable.

His patience ?

Well. That was something you just had to test.

You leaned in that final inch –only for your lips to land on his cheek instead.

Soft. Chaste. Infuriating.

James let out a dramatic, suffering groan, his head thunking back against the cushions.

“Tease” he mumbled, voice hoarse, his hands finally losing their battle as they gripped your waist, fingers pressing into your sides like he was physically holding back the urge to grab your face and kiss you properly.

You pulled back just enough to grin down at him, impossibly pleased with yourself.

“What ?” you asked innocently, tilting your head “You asked for a kiss. You didn’t specify where, love”

James cracked one eye open, glowering.

“Oh, that’s dirty” he grumbled, before huffing dramatically and rolling onto his back, taking you with him.

You yelped as you landed against his chest, sprawled across him, your laughter cut off when his arms wrapped around you, pinning you against him with the strength of a human vice grip.

“James-”

“Nope” he said, shoving his face into your neck like a petulant child, muffling his words “You’re stuck here now. Actions have consequences”

You laughed, wiggling in his hold, but he just tightened his grip.

“James”

“Mmm. Nope”

“I-”

“Shh. Thinking about my suffering”

You rolled your eyes, smiling despite yourself, your fingers naturally finding their way into his curls again, scratching lightly at his scalp.

He made a sound, deep and content, his body practically melting beneath you.

“See ?” you teased, voice softening “That wasn’t so bad”

James exhaled heavily, but his hands had already started skimming over your back again, lazy and unbothered, like he’d completely forgotten why he was fake-pouting in the first place.

“Mmh” he hummed “Don't know. Still feel like you owe me”

You smirked, arching a brow. “Oh ?”

“Yeah” James sighed dramatically, finally tilting his head up again. Looking at you.

That expression.

Soft. Mischievous. A little challenging.

Maybe even a little hopeful.

Like he was just waiting for you to put him out of his misery.

You let the moment stretch for a beat longer, lips quirking.

Then, with a small, amused sigh, you finally gave in.

And kissed him properly.

For a few moments, the two of you just stayed like that, tangled together, basking in the warmth of each other’s touch.

You felt him smile against your lips before he pulled back just enough to murmur “So… hear me out”

“Oh boy” you sighed, already knowing. 

James just grinned, completely unbothered by your lack in faith in him.

“What if we made this a permanent arrangement ?”

You let out a soft laugh, tilting your head at him. “A permanent arrangement ?”

“Yeah. Like, an official thing. A contract, even” he lifted his head slightly, hie expression the picture of seriousness “Something binding. A legally recognized agreement that states you will be my official human pillow for the foreseeable future”

You stared at him, an eyebrow quirked in amusement, lips twitiching. 

“You want to draft a pillow contract ?”

James nodded, almost professionally. 

“For accountability purposes”

You rolled your eyes, a disbelieved chuckle leaving your lips before you could stop it. 

“You’re ridiculous”

“But lovable” he pointed out.

You exhaled, shaking your head, your heart betraying you with the sheer amount of fondness you felt for this man.

“Fine” you relented, rolling your eyes as if you weren’t already completely gone for him “You win. You can rest on me whenever you want”

James grinned like he’d just won the lottery, wasting no time in smacking a quick, eager kiss right on your lips.

“But” you added, poking him in the ribs “I reserve the right to move if you start drooling”

“Excuse me ?” James gasped, offended “I do not drool”

You smirked. “That’s not what the couch cushions say”

James gasped again, dramatically this time, like you had personally insulted his honor “That was one time-”

“Oh, it so wasn’t”

James pouted, pulling you even closer and pressing his forehead against yours with a grumble.

“You wound me” he muttered, a mock distraught lilt to his voice.

You grinned, the warmth of him, the smell of him, completely surrounding you as you pressed a kiss to his jaw, lingering just enough to feel the way his breath hitched.

“I think you’ll survive just fine”

James hummed, tilting his head slightly, inviting you to keep going.

So you did.

You let your lips trail along his jawline, slow and lazy, your fingers threading through the curls at the nape of his neck, scratching lightly in a way that made him melt.

“Well” James sighed, voice lower, heavier, the tiniest shiver running through him “If this is how you comfort me, I guess I’ll forgive you”

You laughed against his skin.

“How generous”

James smirked, but there was something else in his eyes now, something wicked, something that sparked just before–

Before the menace shimmied down.

Yes. Shimmied. Like a man with a mission.

“James-”

Your protest was cut off by laughter, because he was determined, wriggling lower and lower with expert precision, slipping out of your hold like a human-sized golden retriever trying to find the perfect spot on the couch.

And then, with a triumphant sigh, his head landed where he had been aiming all along–

Right on your chest.

James let out a deep, satisfied hum, snuggling in, his nose nuzzling into the soft fabric of your shirt like this was some long-lost paradise he had just returned to.

“Now we’re talking” he exhaled in sheer satisfaction, like the heaviest of weights had been lifted from his shoulders, snuggling even deeper, and muttering an appreciative “Mmh. Yep. Definitely five stars”

You blinked down at him, helpless to fight the way your heart swelled, a smile threatening to bloom against your better judgment.

“Should I start charging you for this service ?” you teased.

James hummed, content, his lips brushing absently against the skin just below your collarbone.

“I’d go broke, baby”

You let out a soft, breathy laugh, your fingers finding their way back into his hair, your nails scratching lightly at his scalp.

James groaned, pressing his face deeper into your chest, mumbling something incoherent that you were pretty sure translated to never stop doing that.

Before you could fully process how utterly whipped this man was, he pressed a soft, lingering kiss there –just because he could.

You pulled back slightly, blinking down at the mop of messy chocolate strands currently buried between your collarbones. 

“Do you make a habit of kissing all your pillows ?” you asked, voice mildly amused despite the unreasonable warmth now flooding your chest.

James, completely unashamed, grinned against you. 

“Pillows don’t usually deserve appreciation, but this one ?” his fingers traced slow, lazy patterns against your waist, his voice dropping to a reverent murmur “This one gets special treatment”

A full-body shiver rolled through you.

And James, that absolute menace, felt it.

His smirk was obnoxiously satisfied as he nuzzled in even deeper, practically purring as he molded himself further against you.

You rolled your eyes, trying –truly trying– to ignore the overwhelming affection clawing at your ribcage. And utterly failing.

“Jamie, you’re gonna choke like this” you warned playfully, fighting against yourself not to let out the endeared laugh threatening to spill.

James made a noncommittal noise, fully unbothered.

“Best way to go, honestly”

And that was it.

Not one beat missed. Not a single ounce of shame registered in his voice.

You stared wide-eyed at the mop of untamable chocolate curls right below your chin, completely bewildered by the words that had just come out of your boyfriend’s mouth.

Did this man, the actual lover of your life, just casually declare that he would willingly –no, gladly– perish via boob-related asphyxiation ?

Because that was what it sounded like.

Was that a normal thing for a person to say ?

No. No, it wasn’t.

And yet—here you were.

"James"

“Mmm ?”

"James, get up"

"No"

You sighed, trying to nudge him off, but it was useless.

Because this man –this grown, six-foot, sport-trained, annoyingly fit man– was currently clinging to you like a koala experiencing its first-ever existential crisis.

And you knew –you knew– that there was no reasoning with a man who had just fully committed to making your chest his final resting place.

"James-"

"No"

"You cannot suffocate yourself on my–"

"I can and I will"

"You will not"

James lifted his head just enough to look at you with actual betrayal.

"How dare you harm a man in his final moments ?"

A stunned laugh escaped before you could stop it.

“Oh my god, you’re ridiculous”

James smirked triumphantly.

“And yet-” he murmured smugly “-you don’t seem to mind it”

He barely gave you a second to respond before he nuzzled right back in, burrowing into your chest like you were some long-lost paradise he had finally returned to.

You stared at the ceiling, dead inside.

How was this your life ?

You used to have dignity.

You used to be a strong, independent person.

And yet, somehow –somehow– you had become a glorified human mattress for your very large and very needy boyfriend.

And the worst part ?

You didn’t even mind.

You sighed deeply, fingers slipping into his hair against your better judgment. James melted immediately, exhaling in a way that was obscenely pleased. Like if he were any more relaxed, he'd have dissolved into a puddle of mushy, lovesick goo.

Then, with the solemnity of a man about to deliver a groundbreaking presidential address, he cleared his throat.

You barely had time to register the shift before he–

“Ladies” James began, his voice smooth, reverent “It’s always a pleasure”

Your mouth fell open.

Did he just–

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

“I just wanted to take a moment to express my deepest gratitude” he continued talking to your breasts, completely ignoring the look of utter disbelief and sheer horror plastered on your face and sighing dramatically “For your service. For your warmth. For providing me with the best naps of my life”

Your soul, quite frankly, left your body, just straight-up abandoned you.

“James–”

He shushed you.

Shushed you.

“I’m having a moment with my girls, baby” he whispered, like he was delivering a speech at fucking Buckingham Palace.

You gaped at him. “You are not-”

“I am” he placed a hand over his heart “They deserve it”

You had never contemplated murder so seriously in your life.

James, completely unbothered, pressed on. 

“I promise to treat you with the respect and admiration you deserve. To appreciate your softness in all its glory. To-” he paused, tilting his head “Actually, I feel like I should name you”

“For the love of God, James. Don’t you dare-”

James gasped. 

Gasped. 

“That’s a brilliant idea. Baby, why haven’t we named them ?”

You smacked his arm, your eyes so wide they threatened to fall out of your skull. “Because they are literally attached to my body ?!”

But he wasn’t listening. No, the absolute menace was thinking, brows furrowed in deep concentration.

“They deserve names that reflect their greatness. Something regal. Something powerful”

He snapped his fingers. “Got it. Thelma and Louise”

You groaned. “Absolutely fucking not”

James ignored you. 

“Or maybe Hall and Oates ?”

“I- What- Aren’t they both men ?”

“Gender’s nothing but a social construct, darling”

“Ok-”

A sudden gasp interrupted you, as if he had just discovered the meaning of life itself.

"Baby- Baby, I’ve got it"

You sighed, already regretting everything. "James, no"

"Yes" he insisted, eyes alight with the thrill of an idiot about to say something profoundly stupid "Bonnie and Clyde"

You blinked. Once. Twice. 

"You want to name ‘your girls’ after two actual criminals ?"

James nodded solemnly, as if he were making the most reasonable suggestion in the world. "Iconic criminals. Star-crossed lovers. Thrill-seekers. Just like us, babe"

"Just like us ?" you repeated, incredulous "James, they literally died in a hail of bullets"

"Tragic, right ?" he sighed dramatically, resting his cheek against your chest. "Just two outlaws against the world. Inseparable. Madly in love. Probably great at robbing banks"

You stared at him, completely dead inside. "Are you about to compare my chest to a highly coordinated armed robbery ?"

James lifted his head just enough to grin at you. 

"Well” he mused, eyes twinkling “they did steal my heart"

You were done. So done, in fact, that you just gave up entirely.

"I cannot believe this is my life" you muttered, shoving your hands over your face.

James, the absolute menace, took this as encouragement and nuzzled back in, pressing obnoxiously reverent kisses between his newly christened 'Bonnie and Clyde'.

"Rest easy, my loves" he murmured dramatically "Your legacy shall live on"

"James-"

"Shhh" he hushed, patting your side "They're outlaws, baby. They don’t play by the rules"

At that point, you seriously considered pushing him off the couch. Or out the window. 

Maybe both.

You shook your head, defeated, completely annihilated by your boyfriend’s questionable choices.

James grinned, entirely too pleased with himself. 

“Oh, come on. I’m just having a bit of fun” he chuckled lightheartedly, turning his attention back to your chest with the solemnity of a man who had just finished writing a best-selling novel “Well, ladies, whatever your names may be, just know –you have my eternal devotion”

And then, as if he hadn’t just committed the most embarrassing crime against you, he nestled back in with a satisfied hum.

You stared down at him, deadpan. 

“You’re an actual menace”

“And yet, despite that, you love me” he mumbled, already half-asleep.

You sighed, your fingers automatically sliding into his hair once again. It took him less than two seconds to turn into a puddle, his entire body going limp as he exhaled in the most ridiculously pleased way possible, like he had just been given an award for the best nap ever.

“Unfortunately” you muttered, your heart melting just a little bit too, because, yes, he was a ridiculous man, but he was your ridiculous man.

And, as much as you complained, you couldn’t deny it --having James like this, warm and completely wrapped around you, was its own kind of perfect.

The Pillow Contract (Unofficially Signed & Approved) 

Clause 1: James gets unlimited chest pillow privileges.

Clause 2: Y/n reserves the right to kick James off if he drools in his sleep.

Clause 3: Cuddles are mandatory.

Clause 4: James won't ever refer to Y/n's chest as ‘Bonnie and Clyde’ again. Penalty: annulment of Clause 1.

Hello beautiful people 💗

I have no idea of where this thing spouted from. It popped in my head, and I had to bring it to the world 😂.

This is my first attempt at a more humorous type of fic. I had so much fun writing it, and I really hope it didn't downright suck, and you had a good time reading it, too.

Let me know what you think!

Thank you for reading, and I'll catch you in the next one <3

[amyzworldds]

Title: Fitness Quest

Masterlist

Woozi, a fitness enthusiast, drags his lazy, homebody girlfriend out of bed for an early morning jog, tired of her frequent colds and low energy. Pairing: Woozi x reader Genre: Fluff

The sun hadn’t even thought about rising yet, and the world outside was still cloaked in that pre-dawn hush—perfect for sleeping, in yn's opinion. Curled up under a mountain of blankets, she was blissfully lost in dreamland, probably imagining a world where calories didn’t exist and couches came with built-in snack dispensers. Meanwhile, Woozi—her gym-obsessed boyfriend—was already up, lacing his running shoes with the kind of enthusiasm that made yn wonder if he was secretly a robot powered by protein shakes.

Woozi wasn’t just a “go to the gym sometimes” guy. No, he was a gym rat. The kind who had a favorite treadmill and a handshake with the guy at the supplement store. He thrived on early mornings, green smoothies, and the satisfying clank of weights hitting the floor. Yn, on the other hand, thrived on netflix marathons, instant ramen, and the art of doing absolutely nothing. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to be healthy—she just figured her body was already doing its best by keeping her alive, so why push it?

The problem was, yn’s 'best' came with a side of frequent colds, low energy, and a general vibe of “I’ll get up in five minutes” that stretched into hours. Woozi, bless his heart, adored her anyway. He’d bring her soup when she was sick, tuck her in with extra blankets, and even let her whine about how “unfair” it was that her immune system betrayed her again. But lately, it was getting out of hand. Last week, she’d caught a cold again, and Woozi had spent three days playing nurse while she dramatically declared she was “one sneeze away from the grave.” Enough was enough. He loved her too much to watch her wilt like an unwatered houseplant.

So, today was the day. Operation “Get Yn Moving” was officially in motion. Woozi had planned it like a military strategist—step by step, easing her into exercise so her body wouldn’t go into full rebellion. Step one: a simple morning jog. Nothing crazy, just a light loop around the neighborhood. He’d even checked the weather (chilly but manageable) and laid out her comfiest sportswear the night before—a soft oversized hoodie, stretchy leggings, and sneakers she’d probably only worn twice.

At 5:30 a.m., Woozi crept into their shared bedroom, his gym-honed resolve unshaken by the sight of yn cocooned in the blankets like a human burrito. “Baby,” he whispered, nudging her gently. “Time to get up. We’re going jogging.”

A muffled groan emerged from the blanket pile. “Noooo… tomorrow. I’ll do it tomorrow,” she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep. “Or I’ll drink vitamins. Promise. All the vitamins. Just… five more minutes.”

“Yn, you said that last week. And the week before. Come on, it’ll be fun.” Woozi’s tone was patient but firm, like a parent coaxing a toddler out of a tantrum.

She peeked one eye out, glaring at him like he’d suggested they climb Mount Everest barefoot. “Fun? It’s not even light outside! This is torture, Babe. Torture! I’m calling the police.”

He chuckled, unfazed. “You’re not calling anyone. You’re jogging. Let’s go.” Before she could protest further, he yanked the blanket off her in one swift motion, earning a dramatic yelp as the cold air hit her.

“Nooo! I’m fragile! You’re gonna shock my system!” she wailed, flopping back onto the pillow like a stranded fish.

“Your system’s been shocked plenty by all that instant ramen. Up you go.” Ignoring her theatrics, he scooped her out of bed, setting her on her feet. She swayed there, pouting, her hair a bird’s nest of chaos. He handed her a water—“Drink this, it’ll help”—and started tugging the sportswear onto her like she was a grumpy mannequin. She whined the whole time, muttering about how “leggings are oppression” and “sneakers are a conspiracy,” but Woozi was relentless. By the time he tied her shoelaces, she looked halfway decent—if you ignored the scowl.

“Perfect. Let’s move,” he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her toward the door.

“Babe, it’s freezing! I’ll die out there! You’re dating a popsicle!” she protested, dragging her feet as he hauled her outside. The sky was still a dusky gray, the air crisp and biting, and yn immediately hugged herself, shivering exaggeratedly. “This is how horror movies start. Early morning, creepy silence—next thing you know, I’m running from a monster.”

“You’re running with me, not from me,” Woozi teased, starting a light jog down the sidewalk. “Come on, keep up.”

Yn shuffled behind him, her “jog” more of a zombie stumble. “This isn’t keeping up! This is survival!” she huffed, already winded after ten seconds. Woozi, naturally, was in his element—breathing steady, pace smooth, looking like he could jog to the moon and back. Meanwhile, yn’s lungs were staging a full-on protest. “You’re too fast! Slow down! My legs are shorter!”

“They’re not that short,” he called back, glancing over his shoulder with a grin. “Just breathe, you’ll get the hang of it.”

“Breathe? I’m trying not to die!” She stopped dead in her tracks, hands on her knees, panting like she’d just run a marathon. Woozi didn’t notice at first, too focused on his rhythm, but when the constant stream of whining went silent, he turned around. There she was, a good twenty meters back, sprawled across a bench like a victorian lady who’d fainted from exhaustion. Her arms dangled over the sides, and her eyes were closed—either asleep or pretending to be.

“Yn,” he said, jogging back to her. “Are you serious right now?”

Her eyes fluttered open, and she gave him a pitiful look. “I’m resting. My body said ‘nope,’ and I respect its decisions.”

“You’ve been jogging for three minutes.”

“Three minutes too long,” she groaned, letting her head loll back. “Look at me. I’m adorable like this. Don’t ruin it with exercise.”

He couldn’t help but laugh. She was adorable, all flushed cheeks and pouty lips, but he wasn’t falling for it. “Nope. Up you go.” He grabbed her hand, pulling her to her feet despite her protests. “We’re finishing this jog together.”

“Together? You’re basically usain bolt, and I’m a sloth with asthma!” she whined, but he kept her hand in his, tugging her along at a slower pace this time. She stumbled beside him, grumbling under her breath about “gym tyranny” and “protein shake propaganda,” but she didn’t stop. Not completely, anyway.

Every few minutes, she’d dig her heels in, forcing him to pause so she could “catch her breath”—which mostly meant bending over dramatically and declaring things like, “My lungs are quitting. Tell them I love them.” Woozi just stood there, hands on his hips, smirking at her theatrics.

“You’re doing great,” he said after her third break, squeezing her hand. “See? You’re not dead yet.”

“Yet,” she wheezed, glaring at him. “You’re lucky I love you, or I’d have faked a heart attack by now.”

He grinned, leaning down to kiss her sweaty forehead. “I love you too. That’s why I’m doing this. I want you around for a long time, whining and all.”

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The jog—or, in yn’s case, the “near-death shuffle”—had finally come to an end. The sun was just beginning to spill its golden rays over the quiet neighborhood, casting long shadows on the pavement. Woozi slowed to a stop near a weathered wooden bench, his breathing steady and calm, while yn looked like she’d just survived an alien invasion. Her legs wobbled as she collapsed onto the bench, sprawling out like a starfish that had washed ashore.

“Sit here for a bit,” Woozi said, his voice gentle but still tinged with that no-nonsense tone he’d used to drag her out of bed. “You need to let your skin soak up the morning sun. It’s good for you—vitamin D and all that.”

Yn groaned, flopping her head back against the bench. “Vitamin D? My body doesn’t even know what that is anymore. It’s too busy screaming at me for this betrayal.” She rubbed her legs dramatically, as if they might fall off from the sheer audacity of exercise.

Woozi stood in front of her, arms crossed, looking every bit the picture of health with his flushed cheeks and steady posture. He didn’t sit—he never did after a jog; something about “cooling down properly”—but he softened when he saw her pitiful state. Yn, sensing his presence, scooted forward and pressed her forehead against his stomach, wrapping her arms around his waist in a half-hug, half-collapse.

“Babeee,” she whined, her voice muffled against his hoodie. “I’m so tired. And sleepy. And my legs hate me. And I hate jogging. And the sun’s too bright now. Can we go back to bed? Please? I’ll be good, I swear.”

He chuckled, the sound rumbling against her cheek, and brought a hand up to stroke her messy hair. His fingers were gentle, untangling the knots she’d accumulated from flailing around during their run. “You did great, you know,” he said, his tone softening into something warm and fond. “I’m proud of you.”

“Proud?” she mumbled, tilting her head up just enough to squint at him. “I stopped, like, ten times. And I’m pretty sure I’m legally a sloth now.”

“Still counts,” he teased, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. “You made it through. That’s more than yesterday.”

She huffed, burying her face back into his stomach. “Yesterday, I was happy and cozy and not dying on a sidewalk. Take me home, Woozi. I need to recover from this trauma.”

He laughed again, letting her cling to him for a moment longer. The morning air was still crisp, but the sunlight was starting to warm things up, casting a soft glow over them. Yn’s breathing was still a little ragged, her chest rising and falling unevenly as she recovered from her “ordeal.” Woozi kept stroking her hair, patient as ever, waiting until she didn’t sound like she’d just run from a bear.

After a few minutes, her dramatic gasps settled into normal breaths, though her pout remained firmly in place. She pulled back slightly, looking up at him with big, pleading eyes. “Okay, I’m alive. Barely. Now what? Don’t say more jogging, or I’m breaking up with you.”

Woozi grinned, crouching down so they were eye level. “No more jogging. Promise.” He paused for effect, watching her pout twitch into something hopeful. “How about this: I’ll carry you home, make your favorite pancakes, and let you sleep as long as you want. And I’ll stay with you all day. Deal?”

Her eyes lit up like he’d just offered her the moon. “All day? Like, no sneaking off to the gym or fiddling with your music stuff?”

“Nope. Just you, me, pancakes, and the couch,” he confirmed, standing up and offering his hands to pull her to her feet.

Yn hesitated, then sighed dramatically as if it were a huge effort to stand. “Fine. You’ve got yourself a deal, Mr. Gym Rat. But if those pancakes don’t have extra syrup, I’m rioting.”

“Noted,” he said with a smirk, turning around and crouching slightly. “Hop on.”

She blinked at him. “Wait, you’re serious? You’re actually carrying me?”

“I said I would, didn’t I?” He glanced back at her, eyebrow raised. “Unless you want to walk—”

“No, no, no!” she interrupted, scrambling onto his back before he could change his mind. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, resting her chin on top of his head as he hoisted her up with ease. For a guy who spent half his life lifting weights, she was light as a feather—or at least, he made it look that way.

“Comfy?” he asked, starting the trek back home with her clinging to him like a koala.

“Very,” she mumbled, nuzzling into his hair. “You’re warm. And you smell nice. Way better than jogging.”

He snorted. “Glad I rank higher than exercise.”

“Barely,” she teased, though her voice was already growing drowsy. The steady rhythm of his steps, the warmth of his back, and the exhaustion from their morning adventure were lulling her into a sleepy haze. “Don’t drop me, okay? I’m too cute to fall.”

“I won’t,” he promised, adjusting his grip on her legs. “Just don’t fall asleep up there, or I’ll have to eat all the pancakes myself.”

Her head popped up instantly. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me,” he shot back, grinning as he felt her tighten her hold on him.

The walk home was quiet after that, save for yn’s occasional sleepy mumbles about pancake toppings and how she was “never jogging again.” Woozi just smiled to himself, the weight of her on his back a comforting reminder of why he’d dragged her out in the first place. She might’ve whined the whole way, but she was his—lazy, dramatic, and all. And as long as he had pancakes and patience, he’d keep her around for a long, long time.

When they finally reached their apartment, he set her down gently on the couch, where she promptly sprawled out like a cat claiming its territory. “Pancakes now,” she demanded, though her eyes were already half-closed.

“Coming right up,” he said, leaning down to kiss her forehead before heading to the kitchen. True to his word, he stayed by her side all day—pancakes, cuddles, and a nap-filled afternoon included. And if yn noticed the extra syrup he drizzled on her stack, well, she was too blissed out to complain.

[ivyues]

Paws off my Human! - Seungmin

Meeting your dog was more difficult than Seungmin thought.

After weeks of talking about it, you were finally introducing Seungmin to your dog, Mochi. You had hyped this moment up so much in your head – imagining a sweet, heartwarming encounter where your two favorite beings in the world would instantly click. But there was one problem.

Dogs just… weren’t that into Seungmin.

It wasn’t like they disliked him, but they never seemed to gravitate towards him the way they did with most people. While his friends had dogs practically falling over themselves to get their attention, Seungmin would always get a passive glance before they trotted off somewhere else. It was an ongoing joke, and one Seungmin had accepted with an exaggerated sigh.

Still, you had hope. Mochi was your dog, and maybe that would make a difference.

“Okay, Mochi,” you said, crouching down to your fluffy companion. “This is Seungmin. Be nice.”

Seungmin knelt beside you, his usual confident expression softening into something almost shy. “Hey there, Mochi,” he said, stretching out a hand cautiously.

Mochi sniffed Seungmin’s fingers for a second, and for a brief, shining moment, you thought that maybe – just maybe – this would be the exception. That Mochi would sense how much Seungmin meant to you and would accept him right away.

Instead, Mochi simply blinked, turned his head, and promptly walked away.

You tried to suppress a laugh as Seungmin stared after him, blinking in disbelief. “Are you serious?” he muttered. “I didn’t even do anything!”

You patted his shoulder sympathetically. “He’s just playing hard to get.”

“I didn’t even want his attention that much,” Seungmin huffed, crossing his arms. “It’s not like I care or anything.”

You raised a brow. “Uh-huh. That’s why you’re pouting?”

“I am not pouting,” he grumbled, but the way he glanced at Mochi – who had now plopped down on his favorite blanket, facing the other way – told a different story.

Defeated, Seungmin sighed. “I don’t understand. I’m practically a dog myself.”

Feeling a bit bad for your boyfriend, you decided to step in. “Mochi loves treats,” you suggested. “Want to try giving him one?”

Seungmin exhaled, then nodded. “Alright, fine. I’ll win him over.”

You handed him a treat, and he carefully approached Mochi again. “Okay, listen, little guy,” he said, holding out the snack. “I know we got off to a rough start, but let’s be friends, yeah?”

Mochi eyed the treat, then Seungmin. After a long pause, he finally took it from his hand, chewing happily. Your heart warmed at the sight of Seungmin’s expression – like he had just won a hard-fought battle.

“See?” you grinned. “He just needed a little bribery.”

Seungmin scoffed. “I don’t bribe, I negotiate.”

You laughed, watching as Mochi, after finishing his treat, hesitantly nudged Seungmin’s knee before settling back down. It wasn’t instant love, but it was progress.

Seungmin smirked, clearly pleased. “Told you I’d win him over.”

You rolled your eyes fondly and leaned against his shoulder. “Sure, puppy boy.”

He groaned at the nickname, but you caught the small smile tugging at his lips. Maybe Mochi wasn’t the only one playing hard to get.

Feeling content, you turned your head slightly towards Seungmin, the warmth of the moment making you want to steal a quick kiss. Just as you moved in, Mochi suddenly barked – loud and sharp.

Startled, you pulled back, wide-eyed. Seungmin let out an amused scoff, glancing at the unimpressed fluffball.

“Wow,” he muttered, crossing his arms. “Not only do I have to win you over, but now I have to get permission to be affectionate with her?”

You patted his head, suppressing a giggle. “Maybe he sees you as a rival.”

Seungmin shook his head, shooting a wary look at Mochi. “Fine. But for the record, I’m not scared of you,” he told the dog.

Mochi responded by yawning dramatically before turning away again.

You smiled, squeezing Seungmin’s hand. “Looks like you’ve still got some work to do.”

Seungmin groaned. “I can’t believe I have to compete with a dog.”

---

Weeks later, after many failed attempts on Seungmin’s part to win Mochi over, you decided that a walk together might help with their bonding. The crisp spring air was refreshing as the three of you strolled through the park, but the sun weakly peeked through the flowering trees.

Mochi trotted happily by your side, tail wagging with every step, while Seungmin walked a little further from him, hands in his pockets, feigning indifference.

“You know,” you teased, glancing at your boyfriend, “you don’t have to act so cool about it. It’s okay to admit you want Mochi to like you.”

Seungmin scoffed, shaking his head. “I really don’t care that much.”

You hummed, clearly unconvinced. “Right.”

After a bit more walking, you decided to give Seungmin the leash. “Here, try holding it,” you offered, placing the leash in his hands.

Seungmin hesitated but took it, looking down at Mochi expectantly. “Alright, come on, let’s go.”

Mochi, however, didn’t budge.

Seungmin frowned and gave the leash a gentle tug. “Mochi?”

Mochi simply turned his head to the side, stubbornly planting his paws into the ground.

Seungmin groans. “What am I supposed to do? Drag him?”

You shake your head. “Try convincing him.”

Seungmin kneels down beside Mochi. “Okay, listen. I know we didn’t start off great, but I have treats, and I will literally carry you home if I have to. Your choice.”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing as Seungmin let out an exasperated sigh as Mochi still didn’t move. “Is your dog broken?”

“He just doesn’t respect you yet,” you said, grinning. “Give it a second.”

Seungmin rolled his eyes. “Or maybe he’s just bad-mannered.”

At that, you crouched slightly and clapped your hands. “Come on, Mochi, go with Seungmin.”

Mochi perked up at your voice, then, without warning, bolted forward – leash in Seungmin’s hand.

“Whoa—hey!” Seungmin yelped as he was yanked forward, stumbling slightly as he struggled to keep up with the determined fluffball. You burst into laughter, watching as your dog enthusiastically led a very reluctant Seungmin down the path.

You jogged to catch up, laughing breathlessly at the sight of your usually composed boyfriend being dragged along by a fluffy ball of energy. "I think he likes you now!"

Seungmin shot you a glare over his shoulder, though the corners of his lips twitched in amusement. "Yeah? Then why is he trying to kill me?"

---

You returned one afternoon to your appartment, running late. You knew your boyfriend would already be there so you expected to find him grumbling about Mochi’s latest act of indifference or Mochi keeping his usual distance. Instead, you were met with an entirely different sight.

Seungmin was fast asleep on your couch.

His long legs were stretched out, one arm resting behind his head, the other draped lazily over his stomach. His chest rose and fell steadily, his usually sharp features softened in slumber. The peaceful expression on his face made your heart flutter – he looked so unguarded like this, completely at ease in your space.

But what really caught your attention was Mochi.

Curled up at Seungmin’s feet, your fluffy companion had tucked himself against your boyfriend’s legs, his small body rising and falling in sync with Seungmin’s breath. The sight was almost comical – after all the times Mochi had rejected Seungmin’s affection, he had unknowingly sought comfort in him now.

You clapped a hand over your mouth to stifle a laugh. Of course, the one time Mochi willingly snuggled up to Seungmin, he had no idea it was happening.

Careful not to wake them, you tiptoed closer, pulling out your phone. There was no way you weren’t capturing this moment. With the softest tap of your finger, you snapped a picture – one that you were sure to tease Seungmin with later.

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[slavicdolls4mangione]

our eden 🤍 - luigi mangione x reader

a/n: i’ve been working on this one for a few days after getting inspired by a story one of my favorite content creators shared about her aunt and uncle’s way of living. i’ve also been listening to cmbyn’s movie soundtrack on repeat while writing this so it hugely influenced my writing. i hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as i did writing it <3 (and yes i made luigi fluent in italian and a dilf in this just bc)

italian/french: in italic

playing: futile devices - sufjan stevens

the sicilian sun spills honey gold through the slatted shutters of your summer home in palermo, painting stripes of warmth across the linen sheets. you stir before opening your eyes, greeted by the familiar weight of luigi’s arm draped over your waist, his breath slow and even against the nape of your neck. even after all these years, the quiet intimacy of mornings like this makes your chest ache.

you slip from bed with practiced ease, careful not to wake him, and pad barefoot across the cool terracotta tiles. the house is still bathed in the blue-gold hush of dawn, the only sounds the distant cry of gulls and the rustle of olive trees in the garden. in the kitchen, you set the moka pot on the stove, the ritual as ingrained in you as breathing—just the right amount of water, the coffee grounds leveled with a gentle sweep of your finger, the flame low and steady.

a soft shuffling sound makes you turn.

“sei già sveglia?” [are you already awake?] luigi murmurs from the doorway, his voice rough with sleep. his hair is tousled, his white linen shirt half unbuttoned, and the sight of him like this—soft, unguarded—still makes your pulse flutter.

“oui” [yes,] you reply, smiling as you reach for his favorite cup. “je voulais que le café soit prêt quand tu te réveilles.” [i wanted the coffee to be ready when you woke up.]

he steps closer, pressing a kiss to your temple before resting his chin on your shoulder. “sei troppo buona con me” [you're too good to me,] he sighs, watching as the moka pot begins to gurgle.

“non è difficile,” [it's not difficult,] you murmur. “prendersi cura di te è la cosa più semplice del mondo.” [taking care of you is the simplest thing in the world.]

the rich, earthy scent of coffee fills the air as you pour him a cup, black with just a hint of sugar—the way he’s taken it since he decided coffee wasn’t actually that bad. he wraps his hands around the warm ceramic, inhaling deeply before taking a slow sip.

“perfetto,” [perfect,] he says, eyes closing briefly in pleasure.

you laugh softly. “è solo caffè, amore.” [it's just coffee, love.]

“no,” he corrects, setting the cup down to pull you into his arms. “è il tuo caffè. quello che prepari per me. non è la stessa cosa.” [no, it's your coffee. the one you make for me. it's not the same thing.]

you lean into him, breathing in the familiar scent of his skin—salt, sun, and something faintly like almonds. outside, the world is waking up, the first golden light spilling over the garden, the cicadas beginning their slow, drowsy song.

---

the boys appear one after the other—first luca, tall and tousle haired, his nose still buried in les misérables.

“bonjour, maman,” [good morning, mom,] he mumbles, kissing your cheek before collapsing into a chair.

“tu as encore lu toute la nuit?” [did you read all night again?] you chide gently, smoothing his curls back.

he shrugs, but there’s a spark in his eyes. “je ne pouvais pas m'arrêter. javert vient de”—[i couldn't stop. javert just—] he cuts himself off, switching to italian for his father’s benefit. “sta per buttarsi nel fiume. non riesco a crederci.” [he's about to throw himself in the river. i can't believe it.]

luigi chuckles, setting a plate of figs and fresh bread in front of him. “allora Hugo ha fatto il suo lavoro. se ti tiene sveglio la notte, vuol dire che è un buon libro.” [then Hugo did his job. if it keeps you awake at night, it means it's a good book.]

giacomo bounds in next, still in his pajamas, his dark eyes bright with energy. “papa! posso aiutare a fare colazione?” [daddy! can i help make breakfast?]

“certo, piccolo” [of course, little one,] luigi says, ruffling his hair. “taglia il pane, ma attento al coltello.” [cut the bread, but be careful with the knife.]

giacomo grins, scrambling onto the counter with the ease of a boy who’s done this a hundred times. you watch as luigi guides his hands, patient, murmuring instructions in that low, steady voice of his. there’s something sacred in the way he teaches—not just engineering, but life. how to hold a knife. how to listen to the sea at night. how to love something enough to take your time with it.

---

breakfast is slow, languid—slices of ripe melon, crusty bread with homemade peach jam, tiny cups of espresso for you and luigi. the boys chatter between bites, switching languages effortlessly—italian for their father, french for you, english when they’re teasing each other.

“maman, tu penses que je pourrais écrire à mon professeur de littérature?” [mom, do you think i could write to my literature teacher?] luca asks suddenly. “il m'a recommandé un livre en grec, et je voulais lui demander des conseils.” [he recommended me a book in greek, and i wanted to ask him for advice.]

“bien sûr,” [of course,] you say, smiling. “tu devrais lui envoyer une lettre. une vraie, pas un email.” [you should send him a letter. a real one, not an email.]

“perché?” [why?] giacomo interjects, mouth full of bread.

“perché le lettere hanno un’anima,” [because letters have a soul,] luigi answers before you can. “le email spariscono. una lettera, invece, la tieni in mano, la rileggi, la conservi. è più... umano.” [emails disappear. a letter, instead, you hold in your hands, you reread it, you keep it. it's more... human.]

luca nods thoughtfully, and you catch the way his fingers tap against the table—a habit he’s had since he was small, always thinking, always turning words over in his mind.

---

the summer heat in palermo clings to the skin like honey, thick and golden. later, you stand at the edge of your veranda, barefoot on sun-warmed tile, watching the boys chase fireflies through the olive grove. their laughter—luca’s deep and thoughtful, giacomo’s bright and uncontained—drifts up through the twilight like music. behind you, the house breathes contentment: shelves bowing under the weight of well loved books, the faint scent of espresso lingering in the air, luigi’s sweater draped over the chair where he’d left it that morning.

it was a life your family had never understood.

“teachers?” your father had scoffed at christmas years ago, swirling his drink with a dismissive flick of his wrist. “with your degrees? you could have done anything.”

across the table, your mother had sighed—the same sigh she’d perfected when you announced you were moving to italy after graduation, the same sigh she’d used when you’d introduced luigi, a soft-spoken engineering professor who cared more about byzantine aqueducts than stock portfolios.

“it’s not ambition,” your uncle had muttered once, drunk on resentment and cheap wine. “it’s laziness.”

you’d learned to let it roll off you like rain. but luca hadn’t.

---

“maman.”

you turn to find your eldest leaning against the doorframe, his dark curls damp from the sea, a well worn copy of the leopard tucked under his arm. at sixteen, he has your sharp, thoughtful mind and luigi’s quiet intensity—a boy who quotes cavafy at breakfast and could argue about renaissance art with the patience of a scholar twice his age.

“oui, chéri?” [yes, darling?]

he hesitates, chewing his lip the way he does when a thought troubles him. “pourquoi est-ce que la famille de grand-père nous déteste?” [why does grandpa's family hate us?]

the question lands like a stone. you set down the peaches you’d been slicing and wipe your hands on your apron. “ils ne nous détestent pas,” [they don't hate us,] you say gently. “ils ne comprennent tout simplement pas.” [they just don't understand.]

luca frowns. “mais on est heureux. qu’est-ce qu’il y a à ne pas comprendre?” [but we're happy. what's there not to understand?]

you reach out, brushing a curl from his forehead. how do you explain to a boy who’d grown up speaking four languages, who’d traced roman ruins with his fingertips before he was ten, who understood wealth as the smell of sicilian lemons at dawn—that to some people, a life without corner offices and fat bank accounts was a life wasted?

“certaines personnes,” [some people,] you say carefully, “croient que le succès doit être gros et bruyant. mais nous...” [believe success has to be big and loud. but we...] you nod toward the garden, where giacomo is now perched on luigi’s shoulders, both of them laughing as they reach for a ripe fig. “nous, on préfère les choses qui durent. les livres. les mots. cette maison. les étoiles que ton père te montre la nuit.” [we prefer things that last. books. words. this house. the stars your father shows you at night.]

luca is quiet for a long moment. then, softly: “c’est mieux, notre façon.” [our way is better.]

your throat tightens. “yes” you whisper. “it is better.”

---

later, when the boys are asleep—giacomo curled around his stuffed rabbit, luca with a book still open on his chest—you find luigi in the garden, his shirt glowing pale in the moonlight. he holds out a hand without turning, as if he’d known you were there.

“pensavo a tuo fratello,” [i was thinking about your brother,] he murmurs as you settle beside him. “a quella volta che ha detto che siamo egoisti.” [that time he said we were selfish.]

you snort. “perché non abbiamo comprato una macchina costosa?” [because we didn't buy an expensive car?]

“yes” his thumb traces circles over your knuckles. “ma guardali.” [but look at them.] he nods toward the house, where the boys’ windows are still faintly lit—luca’s by the dim glow of his reading lamp, giacomo’s by the constellation stickers luigi had stuck to his ceiling years ago. “i nostri figli parlano quattro lingue. hanno visto il partenone e il louvre. sanno che il caffè va preparato lentamente, che i libri vanno sottolineati, che il mare ha un odore diverso in grecia che in francia.” [our children speak four languages. they've seen the parthenon and the louvre. they know coffee should be brewed slowly, that books should be annotated, that the sea smells different in greece than in france.] he pauses. “se questo è egoismo, allora sono felice di essere egoista.” [if this is selfishness, then i'm happy to be selfish.]

you lean into him, breathing in the salt-and-sun scent of his skin. above you, the stars sprawled across the sky like a careless masterpiece.

somewhere in america, your brother is probably in a boardroom, or driving a german car, or bragging about his son’s ivy league applications.

but here—here, you have figs warm from the sun, and giacomo’s laughter ringing through the halls, and luca reciting dante at the breakfast table. here, you have luigi’s hand in yours, his voice soft in the dark:

“siamo ricchi, amore mio.” [we are rich, my love.]

and you are. in every way that matters.

[moonstars-tro]

definitely agree, this is absolutely something that needs to be brought to light.

i personally favor leo and donnie because their blue and purple, i always have 😭 (like honestly in every iteration it’s leo and donnie for me just because they’re blue and purple, i start from color and then love the character next. u can look at my favorite characters list and you’ll just see different shades of blue)

HOWEVER, i love raph and mikey so much and i don’t think they deserve to be dismissed or mischaracterized or ignored at all. they’re incredible characters and even moreso, incredibly well written. i do think a large factor that contributes to their lack of popularity is the lack of focus on them in the show, due to the many cut episodes (so many, poor guys… i would’ve loved more sunset duo and brains and brawn) and the lack of a full season 2 in general, it’s the cause of many issues i fear.

little rant abt my love for raph and mikey

mikey is so creative and i love how they made that a bigger part of him in rise, and he’s not ‘just a baby’ he can be childish and immature but he’s also angry sometimes, he isn’t just a manipulative crybaby like some of this fandom makes him out to be…. but he’s funny, he’s got a short temper, he loves so hard, he wants the best for everyone. he’s the baby brother but he’s also the heart and the glue and he deserves the world my baby UAGAHJ i want more attention on him i read two mikeycentric fics lately and they changed my life and one of them wasn’t finished. bc i never checked if it was my heart broke guys.

rise raph is so WELL WRITTEN that it is INSANE. like holy omigosh. he just wants the best for his little brothers but there are so many little moments in episodes that remind you that he is just a child who was forced to grow up too early. he’s so sweet and silly and he’d give the world to protect his brothers. AND HE LITERALLY DID. HE SACRIFICED HIMSEKF FOR LEO IN THE MOVIE that moment still makes me so ill sorry because he cracked his shell that HURTS. omigosh anyways i love how rise kept some small things that make him RAPH, like how he’s impulsive and likes to smash things LOL ❤️ when i first started watching i couldn’t really see how he as raph aside from being physically intimidating and then it hit me as time went on.

point is they are very loveable i feel they deserve the world and so much more attention than they get these poor guys. although sometimes people do this wrong, i don’t think we should start hating on or disssing the twins (i mean u do u i guess 😭) i just think we should start loving sunset more. because they deserve so much love and appreciation and more popularity than they get, i love mikey/raph fans so much because. they always get them so well i don’t know how to put that better, like it’s easy to understand ur favorite character so it helps me a lot with understanding them as well. (mwahaha im actually in the midst of making a mikeycentric fic wish me luuck)

AAALSO i love drawing them i used to hate it because raph’s spikes were hard (i kept making them go the wrong direction sigh) and mikey had a round face when i was used to the twins being like a square and a triangle 😭 but i got practice and they’re super fun !!!!!

leo is my favorite for blue, illusion of ego, flamboyant, funny, and he is my reference for living. i do feel genuinely attached to him but ill never let that be a reason for me to dismiss raph or mikey, they deserve love and respect and SO MYCH MORE POPULARITY. there’s so much depth to them despite the missing episodes and the fact that racism and sizeism is a reason for their lack of love is.. like, genuinely sickening.

sorry about this reblog probably being a whole lot of nothing i yap a lot

Why Rise Raph and Mikey are Unappreciated and Underrepresented in the Fandom: Leo/Donnie Favoritism, Anti-Black Racism, and Sizeism

It's refreshing to see that more Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles fans nowadays seem to be waking up to the fact that Leo and Donnie get way more attention from the fandom than Raph and Mikey do. However, what's still missing from most of these discussions is exactly why that's the case.

With Raph and Mikey being voiced by Black actors (Omar Benson Miller and Brandon Mychal Smith, respectively) and Raph being a character with a big, burly physique, anti-Black racism and sizeism (in the case of Raph) are definitely factors in all of this. In contrast, Leo and Donnie are voiced by white actors, and both characters have a much smaller build than Raph does. And in the world that we live in with both anti-Blackness and sizeism, sadly and upsettingly, being the norm, it's easy to see why Leo and Donnie receive the favoritism that they do compared to Raph and Mikey.

But this favoritism doesn't just begin and end with the RotTMNT fandom because the series itself shows a preference for Leo and Donnie as well. Arguably, it's those two who receive most of the focus in the show, with many episodes revolving around them or being from their point of view.

The way both the series and the fandom downplay Raph’s parentification due to Splinter’s neglect also is a notable example of how a Black-coded and big teenage character like Raph is treated so dismissively by the creators, writers, and fans. After having raised his three younger brothers for years, Raph has his role as team leader stripped from him by his neglectful father with that role given to his much thinner, white actor-voiced brother, Leo. And, that's not even going into the proverbial mess that is the season two episode "Raph’s Ride Along," which makes light of police brutality and profiling against a Black(-coded) child. The adultification of Black children, and in this instance, specifically large Black boys, is likewise tied into the implications of "Raph’s Ride Along" as well as Raph’s treatment within the series overall. Honestly, all of that deserves its own write-up, but that'll have to be for another time.

Anyway, my point is that Raph and Mikey, especially Raph, haven't been given as much appreciation or grace by pretty much anyone, including the folks who made the series. All this also serves as a reminder for why it's important to have Black talent on all levels of production, not just as performers but as creators and producers. Or if not that, at the very least, projects should have non-Black creators who have enough know-how to portray Black/Black-coded characters adequately, treating them with as much care, attention, and respect as they would their white/white-coded counterparts. RotTMNT fans could also stand to do more questioning as to why they don't feel as drawn to represent Raph and Mikey as much as they do Leo and Donnie.

[mandy-asimp]

Hi! If you’re taking request, could I request Agatha Harkness x reader please? Where reader is dancing around home, headphones in, eyes, closed, singing as loudly as they please to their favorite song while she is cleaning? Agatha is in the doorway watching reader with a loving smile on her face

Basement of mysteries

Agatha Harkness x reader

Warnings: alcohol usage, language, teasing, a brief smut, drug usage (edibles), oh carol lowkey was the victim to portraying the asshole unfortunately the plot called for it, oh age gap like of almost twenty years

Songs mentioned throughout: All My Heart by Sleeping with Sirens, Dance for You by Beyoncé (thank you Beyoncé for letting me write this), Juno by Sabrina Carpenter

A/n: if you can't tell based on how I wrote this I'm so ready for summer😔 I hope this is to your liking anon

You had just walked across the stage, grabbing that degree you worked four long tedious years for. You were finally free from the grasp of Westview University and now it was onto the actual world. Although, as of now you were running in heels to hug your mother, Wanda. Laughing as she had the happiest tears rolling down her cheeks as you had done it.

Her oldest child is finally an adult and no longer her baby girl. “I’m so proud of you, detka!” She squeezed you tightly. “I always knew you would make it far, and you only have further to go.”

Your cheeks heated, “thank you mama! But I couldn't have done it without all of your guy’s support,” You pulled your father into a hug next. “And your money!”

Vision had really laughed at that one. “It’s a blessing there's still eight years till the twins go. Now it’s just a matter of putting that degree to a good cause.”

Your head nodded eagerly, “it will not be wasted, pinky promise.” You held up your small finger and beamed widely, only to lose it as your younger brothers attacked you and almost knocked you over. 

“Does this mean you’ll finally be back home?” Tommy had so eagerly asked. In his eyes he would finally have some real competition for gaming with you home again. “I need someone who actually can stand a chance against me in video games again!”

“Hey!” Billy had frowned.

You threw your head back in laughter, “please! You don’t stand a chance against me in any game. But I’m pretty sure mama and pops got rid of my room so you,” your finger playfully jabbed into his chest, “could have your own room?” Your eyes were back up to your parents who wore guilty smiles.

“They grew so fast and you had left the nest…can you really blame us?” Wanda had given a nervous chuckle. It did raise the question where you would stay since giving up your apartment.

“She can stay in my spare room for the summer,” an all too familiar voice echoed behind you. It rang in your ears.

You were instantly back to your full height and spinning, the biggest smile plastered on your face. “Aggie!” You threw yourself into a crushing hug. 

Agatha Harkness was your next door neighbor and your mother’s best friend in Westview. You considered her one of the most important people in your life. She helped you through so much more than she had to. When the twins were born and you needed peace and quiet, you’d be at her dining table while she worked in her basement.  She even had let you spend a few nights when things were a little rough at home with the two boys. 

But what really sealed her importance to you was once you hit sixteen, you were a real teenage girl. You had snuck out while on the worst grounding of your life for a party. Yet, your plans had backfired and hit south by your third drink. You knew your mother would’ve let you have it after making sure you were safe, but Agatha didn’t. She came to get you and was beyond worry. She let you stay that night, and the next afternoon she brought you back home and made up some lie for you.  

“I’m so proud of you, hun.” She whispered into your ear and it only made your heart stutter in your chest. The words made your hold tighten just a little more before pulling away. 

“Well, when I had your help it was cake work. This is our degree technically.” You felt your cheeks warm even more under her gaze. You then turned to face your family again, stepping over slightly so Agatha was included. “But, as lovely as having an actual room and not a living room couch sounds, I couldn't possibly. I have at least ten tubs full of clothes…”

Wanda’s brows furrowed tightly. “And where did you acquire all these clothes?!” She honestly wanted to believe you to be exaggerating but knowing her own daughter, you weren’t.

You only flashed a toothy smile, “I did a lot of thrifting in my free time here! I just assumed I’d be able to store most of it in the basement? Unless you already did something to the basement?”

“It’s our hangout spot!” Billy beamed. “Whenever we have our friends over it’s easier to keep us all in the basement than scattered in the rooms!”

You raised your rows at the twins who were already pulling up pictures to show you. “Wow…so I left for two years and you renovated the entire house basically?” You were obviously teasing your parents who were reduced to stuttering trying to defend themselves. Your hair only shook as you looked at Agatha again. “Are you sure you’re willing to give up your sanctuary to let me stay? I promise I'll find somewhere as soon as possible!”

“Hun you have always been more than welcomed in my home. Well store everything in the garage since it's more than empty. Ralph cleared it all out during the divorce.” She planned already, knowing there was more than enough space for you to store all ten tubs of clothes and then some. “All you have to do is abide by the rules and we will have no issues.”

You frowned at her for a brief second, she still had her silent rules. You figured at this point she’d be done with whatever it was she was always working on. “You’re still in that basement?”

“It’s a study that takes more than a few years,” she laughed it off. 

You wanted to follow along, but you honestly had no idea what study she could be commencing in her own home like that. So, without further questions you agreed to comply. “Ok, deal. Now though, as we stand in this setting sun, we should go get dinner. Tomorrow is going to be a day full of moving out!”

“And where would you like to go, prodigy of mine?” Vision raised the question. After all, this was your day. Whatever you wished was their command. Yet by the smirk that grew on your lips they knew the answer already. 

It was Wanda's turn to shake her head. “Alright, then we should get going before it gets too busy. Boys you’ll ride with us and Agatha can ride with your sister.”

There was a fit of protest from the two as they reluctantly followed your parents. Leaving you and Agatha to walk to your car on the other side. At first it was silent, mostly because you had no idea what to really say. But once you were driving with your music softly playing, you found it.

“You know, I did mean it. Besides mom and dad you really were my biggest support. And honestly…don't tell mama, but I think you were tied with her. I relied a lot on you and you never gave up on me. This is our degree Ags.” Your words were sincere and you spoke them so delicately.

“You credit me too much hun, you did all this. We just helped when you needed it.” She tried to discredit herself from your praise. Truly not thinking much of it.

It was when you rolled to a red light you turned to face her. Catching her blue eyes already on you. “Agatha. I’m serious. I wouldn't have made it this far as easily without you. The nights you stayed on the phone to keep me focused on writing papers? The amount of times I quoted you and was able to be at the top of my game? It was all thanks to you, really.”

And in your eyes she could see how much you really wanted your words to get through to her. “I’m glad I could help you then, especially since it all paid off. Now…what’s your plan?”

“Enjoy my summer before I have to get to the real work. I’ve done enough future thinking within the last four years that I’ve missed some summers.” You sighed in relief at the thought of doing absolutely nothing for the next two or three months. 

Agatha chuckled at that, knowing you really did mean it. “So what? You’re just gonna lay around my house all summer?” Your head eagerly bobbed. She let out another laugh and then the silence took back over. 

That night you had enjoyed dinner with your family. Catching up on the last months where you had told almost nobody about what it was you were working on. Telling your parents about all the work you had actually done to graduate with the top five of your class. Although, these were things Agatha had already heard about and listened with a content smile to her lips. The boys had asked you many questions about what it was like and along with what half the words you were saying were. All to which you answered with ease as they saw the glimmer of genius in your eyes. 

Even as you had gone back to your apartment for one last night, you couldn’t help the giddiness of finally being done with college. And you assumed neither could your friends as they had texted you by nine to come out with them. You weren’t going to pass up one more night with your closest friends.

“And in walks the prodigy!” Kate had beamed, dragging you to the tall table that had shots waiting for you. “Drink! Then greetings!”

You did, you threw back the two shots that had your name written all over them before being slid a purple mixed drink. “This is going to be our best night. No doubt. We finished and are actually holding degrees.” You were all ready to confess the secrets you've kept for four years.

“Are we finally getting to know the secrets on how you finished in the top five out of everyone?” Yelana raised a challenging brow. She was the first one to grow suspicious that you were always cheating on your papers to make them damn near perfect. 

You blushed at the thought of Agatha, “I had a little help is all I'll start with. And that helps name is Agatha Harkness.” Prying eyes grew curious as you ended with taking a sip of your drink. Face contorting at how strong it really was. 

“Double shots all night long baby!” America beamed as she took her own sip. “And this, Agatha, will we ever get a face to the name or are we just supposed to believe that's what you call ChatGPT?”

You threw your head back in a laugh. “You got me! No, Agatha is my mom’s best friend and our next door neighbor. I would call her when typing papers if I ever had a question, then she would stay on the phone with me while I typed the entire paper in one night. She was just someone who always kept me on track.”

“You got the hots for your neighbor, don't you?” Yelena called you out instantly. She knew your tells so easily, along with your type. The darkening crimson confirmed her accusation. 

“Oh, this just got ten times more interesting. So when you went home all those weekends, was it just to spend time with her?” Kate joined the teasing game.

Your head shook in disbelief they picked you apart so easily. “I’m only two shots in and this conversation is definitely for when we’re all drunk giggling.”

“What's a conversation for drunk giggles?” Cassie had finally arrived, taking her shots without missing a beat. “Congrats prodigy, you actually held your spot as number one!”

“She has a crush on her next door neighbor, who’s also her mom’s best friend, who also fed her everything to hold that spot as number one.” Kate was quick to spit out the facts that had already been covered. 

“If we get you drunk enough will you call her to come get you so we can all meet her?” Cassie never missed the chance to tease you. “Does this also explain why you refused to get any girlfriend here on campus?”

There was a collection of realization in the form of gasps. “Oh you’re so getting wasted and talking more about this woman. Do you have a picture?” America leaned closer to you, her finger landing on your phone.

Which to your luck was a picture of you and Agatha from a few summers ago. It was her learning over while you balanced on her back taking the picture through the bathroom mirror. It was from the night you had gotten into a small argument with you mom, it was over something so stupid but you couldn’t remember what. All you remember was going to her house and spending the night laughing over the stupidest things together. 

“Oh! Is this her?!” America snatched your phone, bringing into the group circle you were left out of as they all examined the woman. “You got more pictures of her?”

You stared with your lips pressed into a tight smile. “You guys don’t know what privacy is.”

“And you don’t know what sharing details is. She's hot, and assuming that this is on the lock screen, there's definitely an album dedicated to her.” Yeleana was the one to hold the phone next, making your blood run cold as you knew she knew your password. You no longer stood a chance.

So, you downed the rest of your drink in one go before rushing to the bar to get another round of shots for everyone and another drink. Coming back to them all with their hands folded and knowing looks. You handed out the shots before letting them continue to eat you alive.

“To graduation, ladies.” You raised up both your shots and led them through it. Pushing the now empty glasses into the middle and homing another drink. 

“Over three hundred photos together.” Kate stated. She tried to fight the laughter that begged to break free as her brown eyes glittered with the taunts she had lined up. “That’s more than my album. And I’ve been around since freshman year continuously.”

“And she’s been around longer.”

“The earliest picture you have with her is from your high school graduation. You do see how this makes your crush look?” Cassie was still scrolling through all the pictures. One in particular caught her attention. “Explain this one to us, like in great detail.”

The phone turned and you were greeted with a picture of you on her back once more. It was a little more blurry as you were clearly fake screaming with a smile. Agatha was also caught mid scream in the photo. You didn’t answer right away as you tried to remember how you actually accumulated the moment.

“Oh so you were drunk? So it’s a natural thing to call her while you’re influenced, huh?” America didn’t even need to think twice about her words. She knew how forgetful you were when really drunk. “You’ll call her tonight right?”

You felt too hot under this spotlight. “I don’t know why I kept you all around this long. You’re all invaders, you know that right?”

Yelena, stared at you the longest in this moment. “You need a little push.”

“No!” you protested, but it was far too late. The other three were holding you back as the blonde was already searching through your contacts. The phone hit her ear and you felt mortified at the suddenness of all this. “Yelena, hang up the fucking phone!” You cried, still fighting against the holds. 

“Hi! Yes, is this Agatha? Yes! Yeah, she's perfectly fine but she wanted to invite you out for drinks!” And as the conversation kept going, you felt your heart rattle your ribs. There was no escaping this anymore, they were going to embarrass you and force your confession. “Great! We’ll see you soon then!” 

You stopped moving and were in complete disbelief. “You’re a bitch.”

“You love us, and you’ll thank us!” She beamed her bright smile as the phone was finally back in your grasp. “Besides, she sounds nice.”

“I need something stronger.” You were no longer in this reality. You couldn’t be.

“Are you sure you wanna be drunk in front of her?” America twirled her straw as she wore such a taunting smirk. “What if you slip up and say something provoking?”

The idea crossed your mind. You pondered everything that you could say and everything they could say. You loved your friends more than anything, that was clear, and they loved you just as much back. They wouldn’t let you say anything that would really be detrimental to any of you. They weren’t that evil. “Fuck it.”

By the time Agatha had arrived, your group was all feeling the buzz of each drink and shot. You were mid sentence when you caught the slight elbow Kate gave Yelena. Your eyes narrowed before whipping around to find the woman of the night. Her blue oceans drowning you in seconds flat as she got closer. 

“As we live in breath, the walking ChatGPT!” Kate grinned as she came closer to you. “You must be the famous Agatha Harkness? I’m Kate!” She was quick to get her name and hand out. 

“And let me guess, Cassie, Yelena, and America?” She pointed to everyone. Agatha had taken her spot right next to you at the table. “This one here has told me many stories about you all.It’s nice to finally see the faces all in person.”

America hummed, “And yet we just found out about you tonight. She likes her secrets, especially when they make her seem so smart.” 

“We should get you a drink!” You interfered with the line of questions that was inevitable. “‘M assuming your classic order?” You didn’t need her to confirm anything, you already knew her answer.

“That would be nice, thank you hun.” She flashed that inviting smile as you skipped away. Although, you wished you had the right mind to not leave her with your friends. 

You were leaning against the bar so simply waiting for the bartender. Not paying any mind to anyone around you as you picked at your baby pink acrylics. Your mind was full of Agatha without you realizing. She smelt better than you’ve ever remembered. The deep hints of cinnamon were paired nicely with maybe honey, you didn’t get enough to really tell. But all you knew was you wanted to fall into the scent so bad. Then there was her hair, it was free from the styling of earlier. It was just those dark waves that could wash away any issue you felt. 

“And what is a pretty thing like yourself doing at a bar all alone?” A voice came into your ear, along with a body pressed to your back. Whoever it was was radiating warmth, their voice low and full of mischief. Your head turned so slightly to the side to catch a glimpse of the blonde loose curls. “Aren’t you just a cutie?”

“I’m not alone…” You had managed out, turning back to the bar top and accepting the dark drink. “I’m here celebrating with friends.” Fully turning, you got a better look at the woman. Her eyes were a striking brown and her smile was bright like the sun. You could’ve sworn you’ve seen her somewhere but maybe that was just the drinks. 

“And what are we celebrating tonight?” She leaned in closer. Her perfume, although you questioned if it was a cologne, invaded your smell. Heavy musk wrapped around you in an alerting way.

“Graduation. I’m free from the grasps of college finally!” You couldn’t help the grin you flashed at her. Talking about it still felt like a dream, one you finally lived out. “I’m a prodigy as my friends would say. Which I should get back to them.”

“No, no, stay a little longer with me. What’s the rush? Got someone at that table already for you?” Her question rang in your head, bouncing off every other thought you had. “I’m Carol.” 

You giggled, “like Carol Danvers?” It was meant to be a joke.

“That would be me, what? I have a reputation or something?” Her soft smile turned to a wicked grin, like she knew that answer already.

The gasp escaped you before you could stop it. You were a freshman when you heard all about the infamous Carol Danvers. For as smart as she was, she loved to drag other girls into her trouble. Always finding a way to turn all the consequences away from her. Now you understood how they always fell into her trap, she was so confident it was hard not to want to go with her. Especially when her hand had snuck its way around your waist and brought you flush against her.

“So, pretty girl, what’s it gonna be?” She was right there, almost giving you no option.

“There you are!” Agatha’s voice pierced through the tension. Her sharp eyes questioning you and the situation. “Is that my drink hun?” She pointed to the glass that was pressed into your exposed chest. Agatha noted how flushed it was up close. Lost for words, you nodded and turned to hand it over. Your words choking you was honestly a blessing, you would so much rather be dead than in this spot.

“And who’s this?” Carol raised a curious brow, eyes raking over Agatha and sizing her up. In her head, the older woman was absolutely no match for her. She would be dragging you to her bed in a matter of minutes.

“Agatha Harkness, dear!” Her name was delivered with a cunning smile. “And who might you be?” 

“Carol Danvers.” Was all the blonde said. Her fingers tightened on your waist. “We were just about to get out of here.”

Your jaw dropped to say anything, but alas not a single sound came out. Only a pleading look filled your eyes as you never broke your gaze from your neighbor. To Agatha, you looked absolutely frightened as the woman tried to pull you closer to her. “I dunno, looks like she would rather stay here with her friends and I. You know, her girlfriend.”

The title finally made you give a quiet squeak. You must’ve been burning up, or the room had to be scorching. It felt like a fire was ignited right beneath you. 

“Her girlfriend?” Carol clearly didn’t believe such a claim. “And what's someone like you doing with someone so young?”

“That’s not something you need to know. Now. Take your dirty paws off her.” Agatha was tired of playing nice. Her patience ran thin the moment she had turned to see you pinned against the wooden counter. 

“Or what? I’m sure she can make decisions for herself.” She didn’t seem to know what backing down was. Nor did she seem to know who she was messing with.

You however, knew exactly what Agatha was capable of and tonight you really didn’t want to be kicked out the bar. “Ags…let's just get back to the table.” You tried to break into the intensity of their staring match, failing miserably by how quiet you spoke. 

The brunette stepped closer to you, no..closer to Carol. A deep glint of something flickered and you just could feel how horrible this was about to go. You had to be the one to stop this. Your hand had placed itself to Agatha’s chest, stopping her from coming any closer. You could feel her heart drumming against her chest.

“And look at that, she's made her choice to leave the old hag.” Carol’s words slipped past your ear and it was milliseconds from the nastiest bar brawl you would’ve ever witnessed.

Agatha tried to get closer, but you managed to be faster. Grabbing her free hand and immediately dragging her away. First was to the table to set her drink down, and then was the bathroom. You pulled her in and locked the door behind you. 

“No, let me give that dumb blonde a piece of my mind! If she thinks she can talk to me like that and walk away without a scratch- oh boy is she wrong!” Her hands clenched at her sides as she attempted to step around you.

“Ags…” you whispered. Brows furrowed as you looked ready to sob. Maybe those shots between the call and her arrival weren’t the best choice. “Let it go..Carol Danvers is known to start problems. You don’t want to be tied to anything she has to do, you quite literally won’t win.”

She let a sharp breath out her nose. “And what? You know everything about her from the few minutes she had you? Doesn’t it make you upset she would just pull that on you?” You could feel the anger radiate off of her.

You stepped into her space, grabbing ahold of both her hands and squeezing them. “Carol Danvers has a reputation. It precedes her everywhere she goes. That is why I’m telling you, she is not someone you want to fight with. I’ve seen girls move countries because of how bad Carol did them.”

“So she just gets to walk around and do whatever and whoever?” Agatha couldn’t see the logic behind all of this. Your head sluggishly nodded. “That’s bullshit.” You nodded once more.

“It’s graduation night Ags..let it be a thing of the past now. There are drinks calling both our names, can't you hear them?” You gave her hands one more squeeze before dropping them, giggling as you began to whisper her name like a ghost while unlocking the door. But then abruptly you were back to facing her. “And you’re not an old hag. That would mean you’re unattractive…and say what you will, but I’m the one who's staring at you.” Then you were gone.

Agatha was left in the bathroom, blinking a few times at your words. You didn’t leave any room for a second guess, she knew what you had said without saying it straight on. Her heart skipped a single beat. It couldn’t handle the idea of it. She needed a drink for sure now.

~

You had no idea what the hell was happening. They kept handing you drink after drink. They claimed (from what you could gather) was because you had Agatha to get you back to your apartment, you had no limit anymore. And their last college wish was to see you on the verge of blackout.

“I dunno guys,” you mumbled as you swirled the straw in Agatha’s glass. “I think Imma miss college?” Your eyes were glassy as you stared at the four girls. 

Kate, just as equally drunk as you, “why because you wont get to sneak home for anymore weekends?” She giggled as your head snapped up and you gasped. “What? Am I wrong or am I right! You yourself said this was a conversion for drunk giggles, and I’m pretty drunk and so are you. So spill sista!”

“I liked going home for the weekends because it meant I was in a work free environment and had no pressure on me. I could finally sleep.” You began to think of all the weekends spent in Agatha’s house. “Especially when Ags would humor me and go along with everything…Did I ever tell you guys about the one picture?”

America smirked and reached for your phone, slipping it to Yelena to unlock it. “And which photo are you particularly talking about?”

You hummed and were handed back the open device. Without thinking you just went through your camera roll, more specifically the album dedicated to the woman next to you. That was the night Agatha had found out you had a decent amount of photos of her. But then you stopped and clicked on one.

It was from the weekend you had come home and showed up on her front step in tears. She had held you the entire night as you cried out all your stress from classes. You had told her you felt like you weren’t good enough no matter how hard you worked on everything. Even with her help, nothing was right and you were wrong for pursuing the degree. That it all felt like a big path to absolutely nowhere but failure despite everything you’ve done. Eventually you had fallen asleep in her arms and she just decided to carry you to her bed. 

When she had tried to leave you in her bed, you had let out a whispery cry and your body shuddered. She swore to herself that she would only stay for a few more minutes and leave once you were deep asleep. Only, she had fallen back to sleep herself and it was something about holding you that night that kept her deeply out.

You slid the phone to your friends who all shared a knowing look. “Tell us about it.” Yelena sipped her beer. Her green eyes hard on Agatha as the woman only stared at you, eager to hear what you were going to tell them. As she herself didn’t even know the story.

“You remember the week where everything was going to shit?” You started.

“The same week you had missed one class and thought your professor was going to hate you forever?” Cassie pulled the week to the front of everyone’s mind. They only knew the light part of it and talked you down from the academic ledge you were on.

“Yes! That was the week where I didn’t tell you guys that I actually was going through a life crisis! So I went home and not to my mom, it was like two in the morning by the time I drove back. Not that my mom wouldn’t have comforted me, she would’ve, but she just wouldn’t have understood any of what I was talking about. Ags would’ve since she had  been a part of a lot of my work. She was holding me super tight when I woke up. So I took the picture. Kept it secret too. She’s an amazing cuddler.” You storied before taking a long moment to stare at the picture, a smile growing wider with each second. “Yeah, I’m an amazing secret keeper.”

Kate held up an imaginary mic, “and Agatha? Your side of this story?” The table's attention, including yours, turned to the woman. Sparks of excitement danced within their eyes.

The brunette, caught off by the full attention, could only look to you for help. But you were the most wonder-filled gaze she could stare at. You were trying to really take in every detail of what she would say. “I was awoken by her calling, asking to be let in. I just wasn’t expecting her to throw herself into my arms right away.”

“She never throws herself at us,” Yelena sighed, a joking hurt behind her true words. “I mean truly, the last time she cried to any of us was that day, which was back in sophomore year. Must be more special than us, Harkness.”

You chuckled, “bold of you to assume you were even in the same league.” Your brows danced to taunt as your lips hugged around the straw. Only to laugh at the paper wrapper being thrown at you. “You all have respectable spots on my council!”

“And where is she in the government?” America baited, it was too perfect.

“Vice president obviously. We've been hand in hand since the start of the campaign!” You grabbed her hand, lacing your fingers and holding it up for them to all see.

It was Agatha who chuckled this time, hers was nothing like yours though. It was warmer and coursed through her entire body. Dragging you into the sound without fail. “And since when did you get an entire government?” Your hands fell back down but didn’t separate.

“When I won the election last year. Keep up Ags.” You giggled in response.

The four girls had cheered though, bringing you back to where you actually were. “She’s actually drunk! Giggling and shit!” Kate seemed pleased with herself for keeping you going. “Haven’t seen this side of you since freshman year welcome week.”

“Oh my God! That was such a bad choice!” You instantly turned to Agatha, ready to tell her the entire night. Only, you seemed to lose your balance and she caught you around the waist. A fit of laughs came tumbling from your lips. “I’m really fucking drunk.” You managed out. Your friends were joining your fit within seconds.

Although once one of them had managed to get it together, so had the rest of you. “I think that means it's time to call it before you can barely stand alone.” Yelena had concluded, raising her half full beer up. “Bottoms up!”The glasses clinked and you all made your way to pay out your bills. Bidding goodbyes once outside and heading in separate directions.

You wondered though, how many times Agatha had driven herself home after drinks to be this smooth with it. It was like she had hardly even drank, which wasn’t true as you watched her have a few drinks. “Are you gonna stay or drive back to your hotel room?” You whispered into the quiet car, although your eyes were focused on the town going by. 

“Probably back to my hotel room hun, that’s where all my stuff is anyways.” She let her gaze jump between you and the road. “Why? What’s going on in that head?”

Your lungs filled with a deep breath, letting it all escape in a sigh. “I enjoy any time I spend with you Ags…I always get sad when it’s over. I’m just usually better at hiding it. I was actually really glad Yelena had called you, it meant you finally got to meet my friends. They’re all truly amazing people.”

A soft laugh tumbled from her lips, “you're vulnerable when drunk, huh? How about this, we can stop at the hotel, I’ll check out, and then we can go back to your apartment?” She adored the way your eyes lit up like the night sky. 

~

Agatha woke first, feeling a weight keeping her to the mattress. Her blues had traveled their way from the white ceiling down to you, tucked tightly into her side and one arm folded up while the other draped across her exposed tummy. How blissful your skin on hers felt. You were an absolute treasure…she always had known that. But you were Wanda’s pride and joy, which meant you would always be out of reach for Agatha. Despite the fact she knew of your little crush on her.

She honestly always scolded herself for ever thinking that there was a world where she could have you. It was wrong on so many levels really. You were hardly an adult. You are her best friend’s child. She was nearing her forties now. Yet…she still dared to dream. 

Her mind would run wild with all the possibilities. What it would be like to have you always around in her home. To continue to wake up with you tucked under her arm, radiating your sleepy warmth into the usually cold room. You were the source of her happiness and it would be something she would never tell you. Scared of the issues her issues would cause for the both of you. So, her life with you would stay tucked away for her nights alone. 

Agatha soaked you in while you slept. Engraving it all into every nook and cranny of her brain. Around all the knowledge she knew, around every nerve that told her to breathe, around it all. She never wanted to leave this moment.

Fortunately, you didn’t even stir for another half hour. A lazy hum vibrated the air between you both. Everything in you willed you to hide further into your pillow and stay asleep longer. The hangover not even giving you a second before making itself known. Although, when you pulled the pillow in closer and buried your face further, you noted the intoxicating fragrance. “Good morning, Aggie.” You spoke into her side.

She loved when you called her that. Aggie. You were the only one to ever use that nickname with her. You didn’t use it enough in her opinion. “Good morning hun…feeling that hangover already?”

You groaned this time, “mmmh don't remind me.” Finally you peeked into the world. You could see the fabric details on her shirt. You were so close. “What time is it?”

“Still early, your family won't be here for another hour or so.” She answered your real question. Her hand brushing through your hair earned a soft moan, just one of satisfaction. She continued to repeat the action.

For a moment, you basked in her touch the same way a plant basks in the sun. You liked when her attention was just yours to take. Even as a teenager, she never failed to give you it all. It was like no matter what, there was someone who you knew for certain would listen. But, only for a moment could you linger in this moment with her. There were things to get done today.

Your body stretched first before you propped yourself up to really stare at her morning face. It was bare and free from anything the day could bring. Just raw, vulnerable, emotions in the rising sun. You’re beautiful whispered in your mind, begging to be spoken aloud. Suddenly your mind was running wild, picturing morning kisses with her and other morning activities. 

“How were you planning to originally get home last night?” Her question brought you back, but the small smirk on her eyes led you to believe she knew why your cheeks were burning up. 

Your arm moved from under you and you were now laying on her stomach on folded arms. “I didn’t plan to drink that much originally, but friends will be friends. How’d you manage to drive us home anyways?”

Her body hummed in laughter, a feeling you only got the graces of feeling only a few times. “I’m a wiser drinker than you are hun. I don’t take that many shots in one night.” It was a jab at the bill by the end of the night, double shots were not a good idea. 

“From what I really remember is they wanted to get me to spill my secrets finally.” You defended your name, fingers beginning to trace patterns over her sides.

Agatha’s blues turned dark at the sensation. “And what secrets were they after?”

“You.” It fell from your lips so easily. “They wanted to know who was the real mastermind behind my smarts. That’s actually how the conversation had started…then America had seen my lock screen of us and then some more in between and then you got called. Rest of the night blurs.” You only recalled so much. “We should start getting up and ready.”

She agreed and the rest of the morning was filled with just the music from your speaker. For you, it was a simple thing, part of a routine, to play music loudly while getting ready. Dancing to the beat to start your day right. For Agatha though, she could hardly concentrate with it being that loud (and with you dancing and signing freely about). It filled the place to no fail. 

Yet, when All My Heart began playing, she didn’t seem to mind. Especially when she caught your eyes on several parts. You snuck into the bathroom by her, “you always made me feel okay. Those late summer nights we spent talkin’ all night,” you had held her eyes in the mirror before slipped right back out by. 

Agatha didn’t let your voice fade out of her hearing, doing everything to pick it out under the song. A part of her held the tiniest of hope you really meant those words with the following lyrics. “Let them talk and talk and talk!” She stared into her own reflection and willed her cheeks to cool back down. You were just singing, there was no meaning deeper behind it.

Your eyes had trapped her though the moment she stepped back into the room. “You’ll still be beautiful then, bless your beautiful heart!” The smile carved your lips anyways, this was the only way you could ever say things like this to her. After all, you swore Agatha would’ve found it weird if she knew about the crush. You spun around to face her head on. “You still have all of my,” you began stepping closer to her. “You still have all of my,” you were halfway there. “You still have all my heart,” you were right there, toe-to-toe. With glassy eyes looking up at her, she was finally infected by your smile. “You still have all my heart…” 

The drums kicked in and you were dancing once again. Body rocking to the beat as you picked out the last outfit you had unpacked. “I’ve been waiting my whole life for someone to save me! Who could believe that all the love is gone!”  And finally the song faded out and into the next. 

And like the music, something in the air had changed as well. It was small and only noticeable between the fleeting glances. You were ready to let it go undiscussed, silently blaming the song that had charged whatever that was, but really you knew. Agatha had picked up on exactly what you had just done and it was written all over her. 

You first saw it in the way her fingers twitched at her side anytime you passed by now. Then it was the constant flush to her cheeks when you caught her staring. She was trying to pick apart your thoughts. A voice in the back of your head told you she was going to succeed. However, you were saved by the knocking at your door. Your family has arrived to help you move out.

~

You sat in the living room of your teenage home. Brothers on either side of you as you all raced around a track in Mario. You obviously in the lead with Tommy in second and Billy in third. You crossed the last line and cheered loudly once more. “Oh yeah! Told you you had no chance! Once a champion, always a champion!”

“How do you always get that last corner?!” Tommy was desperate to know your secrets. In all his years, he’s never been able to beat you. Even when he had cried to your mom, you refused to let him win.

“Skills, speedster! One day you’ll figure it out, but by then, you’ll be an old man.” You taunted the poor boy. A whack to the back of your head was your mother’s response. “Mama!” You whined.

“Be nice to your brother, detka. He’s been excited to play games with you since last month.” She playfully glared at you with those motherly greens. “Talking about all the new games he wants to play with you.”

“Aww, you missed me!” You instantly changed your mood, smothering your brother in a hug and ruffling his hair. He tried to protest against your affection, but in the end it was true. Everyone missed you around home.

“Yes, and while I enjoy seeing my children get along, boys it's time for bed.” Wanda had redirected the topic. Already knowing the complaints would come, her finger raised in the air. “You still have school in the morning. When you’re on summer break, then you can stay up later.”

Their tiny sighs of defeat made you giggle, “don’t worry curfews become non-existent at sixteen. Before you both know it you won't ever be home.” You flashed them a tired smile.

“Those two don't need a curfew because they won't be as reckless as some of my kids. Goodnight boys.” She dropped two kisses to their heads before letting the sounds of their footsteps carried them to their rooms. “So..you’re back home finally. Anything you’d like to do this summer?”

You hummed out, “maybe a cruise? Somewhere where my summer clothes are put to good use. Somewhere sunny with a sea runs forever. Oh how I long for the sun mother!”

Wanda chuckled, she knew that was exactly what you would’ve said. “You are so my child. I had a feeling that's what you were going to want to do, so in advance here is your graduation gift.” Her hand handed over a folded up piece of paper.  Watching with delight as you undid it and read over the words. She had booked a week-long sea adventure around the caribbean.  “Congratulations, detka. You’ve made us all so proud.”

You waddled closer and hugged her tightly. Really appreciating your mom for everything good she has given you. “Thank you mama, who's all coming?”

“It’d be us, your father and brothers, and so you’re not singled out and having to hang with your parents the entire time, we invited Agatha to come along. I know you two spend time outside of my knowledge together, so I figured she’d be an easy choice.” She chuckled at your furrowed brows. “What? You think I haven’t ever noticed how much time you two really spend together?” Your waves shook around you. “Please! You spent most of your senior year over there. A mother isn’t stupid, ya’ know.”

Your jaw dropped, “how much do you know?!” You didn’t realize how you ratted yourself out for having more to share. 

“One, you wear your emotions like an outfit. Two, I’ve never once seen you look at anyone the way you openly gawk at her. I’ve always known you had a little crush on the neighbor.”  Wanda didn’t give you much more room though to say much. Instead she silenced you with a kiss to the hair line, “and third, you’re my daughter. I know you better than you know yourself. Now, go get some sleep and don't forget you’re picking your brothers up from school.” Then she was walking up the stairs to find her own bed for the night.

You were stunned to say the least. Your mother had always known and just now decided to say anything. To even mention knowing. You felt your world start spinning backwards. If your mom knew there's easily no doubt Agatha does too. They tell each other everything! But what you couldn't shake was your mothers lack of objection. There was no 'don't try anything’ or ‘if I find out’. Just the truth of she knew and let it be its own thing. Maybe she was already ok with it…if anything happened which you doubt would. 

Meanwhile your feet carried you back over to Agatha’s home for the night. Slipping up to the guest room and situating yourself to settle down for the night. The house was quiet with you the entire process. It was a familiar feeling for you. Like you were twelve again reading a book on her couch while she was in her basement. You wanted to go check on her. Knock on the wooden door and call out for her. But rules were rules, and rule two was: never disrupt her while in the basement. So, you sighed and rolled over for the night. 

~

That Monday morning you continued your stay in silence. Getting ready with your headphones on to go get yourself some groceries. It was a trip that took you all of an hour, from eleven to twelve. Yet somehow you weren’t back till two-thirty and only had time to unpack everything. Which was no problem really, you could just get the boys and something fast.

You were lost with the music that played on your headphones. Focused on the task more than your surroundings. Missing Agatha leaning against the doorway and watching you dance around with bagels in your hand towards the pantry. You were so lost in your own rhythm it amazed her. 

Her blue lasers traced over your every move, waiting patiently for your attention. Something she never dared ask for. Agatha knew herself better than anyone else, and if she got your attention from just simply asking once she knew she would never stop. Asking for you to only pay attention to her and not the rest of the world. She was selfish in that way. But the very little self restraint she's held against you has stopped her this long. 

Your yelp of fear brought her instantly back. Now it was your laughter that filled the afternoon air. “So silent, Ags. Even last night…could’ve thought you were dead down there.” You continued to put away the rest of your snacks.

“I was working. After taking off to come see you graduate, I just need a few things finished up.” She stepped into your world when she crossed over the threshold into the kitchen. “I had food here ya’ know?”

You smiled at the hospitality. “Yeah, but I need my snacks for when I get the munchies, late night cravings, things like that. And no offense but your snack game is…weak. Maybe I’ll let you into them as well.”

“The snacks or your stash?” She teased. Agatha had come to see the pantry, rolling her eyes at how much color filled her pantry once again. “You still eat like you were twelve! Aren’t you tired of all this sugar?”

Your head shook left to right, “I knew what was up as a kid. And maybe both…who knows what happens now that I’ve graduated. Your promise anyways.” Agatha turned and furrowed her brows, confusion dancing in the creases. “When I was sixteen and it was the worst fight with mama I ever had, I came here. Then somewhere along the lines of the many questions I had asked you that night, one was if you’d ever smoke or drink with me. And I’ll never forget when you promised me once I graduated college. And I’ve done just that. And you’ve already drank with me, it’d make no sense not to go both ways.”

Her eyes narrowed, the memory slowly coming back to her. “I guess I did promise you that, didn’t I?”

“And I have the perfect idea on how to do it!” You beamed already letting the mischief radiating off your body. “You’ll find out later though, I have to go get the boys from school. But I’m thinking we cook to really crack into this new dynamic.”

Her pink lips curled into a questioning smirk. “What new dynamic?”

It was subtle how you stepped just slightly closer into her space. Fingers tapping the cool counter just centimeters away from hers. You could barely feel her comforting warmth. “We’re roommates now, Aggie. There’s many probabilities that come with that.” Your eyes twinkled. 

You knew your implications, and so did Agatha. You were preparing yourself to sail into uncharted waters this summer. Whether it's a good or tragic voyage.

~

The cruise was coming up by the end of the week finally. And the tension between you and Agatha was palpable. 

Truly, you were playing every risk you could manage. What was worse is you did them all so silently around her house that she never knew what to expect. One day you could be doing nothing but lying around in booty shorts and a top reading, the next you could be laying in nothing but a bikini tanning in her backyard. The one thing you always had though were those headphones. 

Agatha began to wonder if you did anything without music. She's caught you more times with them than without really. It was like they were glued to your ears. 

Today though, you decided to really up your tanning game. One of the outfits you had planned just would look better with your back perfectly tanned. 

You started situating yourself outback by ten-thirty. Laying out the towel in the smack dab middle of her yard. A book, headphones, sunscreen, and tanning lotion laid next to the fabric as you came back in. You intended to get a water bottle before going back out, but the shining vodka bottle shined and you could only agree. Twisting around the kitchen to find anything to make some concoction to settle you in the sun. 

Agatha had been in the basement when she heard the floorboards above her creak. That was the second time you were in and out but now you were lingering. She brushed it off at first. But it was after you had left the first time you made several more trips within the next two hours in and out. 

The crying boards kept pulling her focus (they reminded her of what you were doing). She couldn't focus especially when your voice started to carry through the boards. You were singing something, she could tell from the volume of which you did sing at. 

Her blue eyes rolled and hands slammed against the table before she stomped up the stairs. Agatha was building her courage to berate you for such behavior. You knew her rules and never broke them. 

Yet when she came round the corner to see you in that skimpy bikini pouring a drink, headphones on and movements messy. You fauxed not seeing  she was there. It twisted her heart to think you didn't notice her. “This is for the time you gave me flowers, for the world that is ours!!”

Instead you carefully played your moves. Swaying your hips a little more as you skipped to put everything back. Twirling the little straw as you snuck right back out to the sunshine. “Sit back, sit back, it's the pregame show!” You gave her a show of pulling the strings of your swimsuit apart. Letting the fabrics loosely dangle round your body as you lay face down. Then you managed the pieces from under you and off to the side of the towel. 

Now you were completely exposed to the sun and her. Her fence was tall enough that no prying eyes could even catch you. Something you both know. You were doing this just for her prying eyes. 

Your head turned and you immediately found Agatha's piercing blues trailing over you. Once she realized she had been caught, you had sent her a wink before lifting your top half up and reaching for the drink you had made. 

As you sipped the sound of the back door opening caught your attention. Your head snapped over, drink in tow. Suddenly you were watching Agatha crouch down to be eye level with you. Her head tilted just slightly to the side. 

“You disrupted my work, you know better.” Her eyes begged to drop just slightly to your bare chest, to catch just a glimpse of more of you. “And you’ve been in my liquor cabinet.”

“I’m having fun tanning. I want to go onto the cruise with an almost perfect tan. I have a backless dress for one of the dinners. It’s beige and has little starfish. I think you’ll like it.” Your arm twisted out to offer her a sip. “It’s time you start your summer break, Ags. Your work isn't going anywhere without you anyways.”

You were inviting her with that look in your eyes. The one telling her to cave into the mischief that you offered. That her need for you was perfectly normal and natural. “What would your mother say if she knew you were lying here drinking the day away…in my yard…” her hand brushed a loose strand of hair before grabbing ahold of your chin. “...basking in the sun…” skilled fingers began to move over your shoulders, barely grazing your sun kissed skin. “...such a tempting thing…”

Your breath hitched and suddenly the sun felt icey. Agatha’s eyes were drinking you all in, not even caring if you could feel the intensity of her gaze. “Maybe that’s my goal…” you hummed with warmed cheeks. 

Agatha's gaze returned to yours, agonizingly slow. She tried to read you in that moment, desperate for a peak into your thoughts. “That’s a dangerous game to play, hun…next time you come in you better not be singing at the top of your lungs.” 

There was no chance for you to respond as she got up and walked away. Leaving you naked in her yard to consider your next move precisely. You needed to push her every button. To make it impossible to deny your wants. You were determined to have Agatha Harkness longing for you. 

However your next move wasn’t till Wednesday when you both were packing your bags finally. You were in the midst of trying on outfits and seeing what worked, every now and then popping into Agatha’s room and asking if she thought it looked good. And each time, her eyes dragged over your entire frame. The clothes being the last thing she could even think of. Then she would throw you some compliment before watching you skip back into the guest room. 

It was fine too, merely you asking for advice and looking in her full length mirror to fully see your outfit. Spinning around a little bit to fully see. Then, as your bare feet patted across the wood floors and her door creaked open. 

You skipped asking her all together and went straight for the mirror. You were trying to find an outfit to explore one of their islands. The jean shorts had covered your bathing suit bottoms and hardly any of your ass. The top part was simply just the matching purple top piece. 

Agatha had to admit, you made yourself impossible to ignore. She had caught onto your little game on the third outfit, when you came in wearing the backless dress you had mentioned Monday. Your tan was perfect as you had planned. 

“Whaddya’ think?” You kept turning in the mirror as if there was much to really think about. Your eyes running over yourself before jumping up to Agatha’s. They were dark and filled with desire, it was undeniable at that moment. 

Her steps were precise as she came closer. A aged hand coming around and creeping over your hips, the denim being the only thing between your skin and her touch. “You just love flaunting yourself around, don't you? Prancing in here when you know the outfit is fine.”

You twisted in her grasp, in the mirror she could see how little the shorts were fully. “Or maybe I like flaunting for you.”

“Have you always been this bold?” Her perfect brow arched into the air. Her gaze was challenging.

“Well when you’re as avoidant as you are, it seems I need to be. We both know and I think it's time we stop beating around the bush.” Your hands came to rest over her shoulders as her other hand found your hip as well. 

Agatha softly huffed, “do you now? And what bush is it we’re beating around exactly?” She wanted to hear it straight from your lips. To hear the truth that your mother had told her after your first college move-in. She always found it odd of the timing.

Your cheeks reddened and your heart suddenly was doing construction work with how loud it beat. A smile managed to take over, “that I like you Aggie. I know mama has told you. So, are you in or are you out?” 

This time the woman let out a chorus of laughter. “There’s nothing to be in or out of hun. Nothing has  happened between us to have a starting ground.”

Your eyes narrowed and your smile dropped. “Scared of enjoying me too much?” Her face went serious as well as she grappled with the shift in humor. “It’s ok, I promise to be nice while you are. I won’t judge you. I’m known to be quite enjoyable.” Your hand had slid against her cheek suddenly, you had tugged her only slightly closer. 

Agatha had realized here that you were a siren. Your every word is a call to lure her into you further and further and now she is here. In your very trap and about to let you take every last bit of restraint she had left. “You’re impossible,” her grip tightened on your hips. And much to your dismay, she pushed you just slightly away. “You’re not thinking of the consequences of this. I’m your much older neighbor and mother’s best friend. Your brother’s babysitter, yours former.”

“And now we’re both adults. Nobody has to know right away. Who's to say it won't be a summer fling? Like one of those silly rom-coms?” You weren’t going to give up until she was certain of a ‘no’. 

Yet her eyes saddened only slightly and in a  deep breath it was gone. Of course she would only ever be some summer fling for you. “Because this isn’t one of those silly rom-coms. This is real life and it’d be fine for you once you get out of here, but that’d leave me to clean up the damage.”

“So you’re going to live with me knowing this? With the tension for at least two months?” Your arms crossed across your body. “We’re just supposed to live it out, is what you’re saying?”

Agatha could sense your defensive guard was present now. There were two ways now that she could continue. One being defensive as well and only hurting you both even more, or she could bare you her soul for just a second. Make you understand why it can't just be a fling. 

Her sock clad feet stepped closer. “I guess we can’t do that…but I can’t do a fling, hun.” She took another step, a hand coming to brush the side of your head. “I need stability, I've done the rough route.” She was searching your eyes for any sign of doubt. That you'd suddenly realize she isn't who you want. 

Your face glowed as you closed the space between you, “I can promise that…if you promise to not always hide in the basement?” Your hands found home on her cheeks. The warmth behind them contradicts the a/c as it blows in the distance. 

“I don't hide in the basement,” Agatha was quick to defend. Her brows furrow at such an implication. 

You had your turn to laugh now, “ok sure. Everyone spends twelve hours in their basement in silence. What is it you even do? This study?”

“That's not something you need to worry about. I promise not to hide down there everyday.” She was good at avoiding questions, especially about her studies. 

“Mmm we both know one day I'll end up down there. You might as well tell me what I can and can't touch…” your hands brought her face closer to yours. You could feel her breath fanning your cheeks. 

Her blues playfully narrowed, “why would you be down in my basement?” Meanwhile her hands slid to your lower back. Splaying out and into your shorts. Her touch burnt against your bare skin. 

“The thrill of being caught. I have nothing to hide anymore, you've figured me all out…but not all of me.” You didn't waste another second. The arousal was building quickly and you were growing needy. You were the one to start the first kiss. 

Hums of content harmonized into the air as it was slow and meaningful, but then deep and lustful. A battle for dominance soon broke out the first moment her tongue swiped your lip. Agatha had let out a low groan when she finally managed her control. 

Her hands pushed you impossibly closer into her. Lips dropping from yours to your jaw and down your neck. And as much as you wanted her to sink her teeth in and leave you all love bruised, a vacation was two days away. So reluctantly, you pulled her head back just as her canines grazed your skin. 

“No marks where everyone can see,” you mumbled just slightly. Feeling shy in her hungry gaze and hold. How her fingertips pressed into you was something you'd never forget. 

“You're hardly wearing anything the entire trip.” Her voice was rough and low. “Almost all of you will be on display.”

You giggled before pecking her lips once more. “You make it sound like a bad thing. You'll just have to figure out a different way to work me up. I'm sure it won't be hard.” You were such an insinuator. “We should finish packing…I have to get the boys soon as well. But who knows, maybe you’ll get more.” Your lashes fluttered as you winked at her, all before taking off to go finish the few outfits left. 

Agatha had only hummed as her arms were now filled with the air. She truly hadn’t processed exactly what just happened. That she had kissed you…you had kissed her. Her mind was reeling as her body moved on autopilot to finish packing up.

~

The two of you sat lazily on her couch, a movie long forgotten in the background as you just talked. Discussing what it was each of you wanted to do on the cruise actually and what had to be compromised. Which was rather easy as you seemed to want to naturally do the same things mostly. 

“The only thing I really want to do though is bask in the sun. Tan even more, and really feel the vacation wash over me.” You sipped down the rest of your water, the glass housing just the melting ice now. 

“You’ve been tanning for the last week, that wasn’t enough for you?” Agatha chuckled, her delicate fingers running over your exposed leg. “I mean you’re already golden, won't you burn?” Her grasp squeezed your calf and then pulled it into her lap. Fingertips pressing into your muscles so nicely. You wondered if this was a subconscious move.

Either way you were scooting closer to her, making her hand travel up to your thigh. “You can never get too much sun. But I guess you wouldn't know anything about getting sun…”

“Watch it young lady.” Her fingers pressed harder in warning.  

There was a jurassic shift in the air the moment your legs began setting themselves on either side of her, folded neatly so you could sit in her lap. “Or what Ags…you can’t handle a little teasing? A jab at you and your study?”

Agatha was caught off guard by how easily you found your place in her lap. Her hands run further up your legs, sliding under the silk pajama shorts and squeezing at your ass. Catching you off guard now. She wasn’t afraid of playing your game. “My study will be revolutionary.”

“Yeah? And why is that?” You grinned down at her, hands cupping her cheeks and you swore you had been in love before, but nothing as demanding as Agatha. It was radiating off of her every second more you gave her your attention, someone who could finally bask in it.

Her teeth bared as she answered, “because nobody has lived long enough to tell the details of it. I’ll be the first, the all knowing.” You could see deep in her blues that she meant it. “My name will forever be known.”

“You won't forget about me when you’re all busy will you?” You gave her your best puppy eyes, waiting only until she went to answer to start pressing slow kisses all over her face. “It’d be such a shame if you did…”

Agatha gasped when you began dropping lower towards her neck. Grazing her muscles with your teeth before returning to your kisses. “No, baby. I could never forget you.” Her hands held you a little tighter, a little closer. Her head rolled back to give you more access. 

You hummed your content. Both in her answer and her body's answer. You were going to have this woman coming undone in no time. The thought of her being deprived of such love made your head spin. She deserved to feel it just as anyone else. 

Your fingers fiddled at her shirt's hem, pinkies brushing against her warm skin. “I bet you look  hot while working…” It slipped from your lips with ease as your imagination did wonders. Hands slipping fully under, you held at her waist. “You do when you come up at night.”

“You flatter me hun,” She arched into your touch. Glorifying your hands on her in such a way.

The noise from you was low, a growl against her velvet skin. “I worship you, Aggie.” 

Agatha moaned at how swift you moved after such a confession. Hands pushing up her arms and ridding of her shirt finally. Lips still attacked her neck without a single care. You were ravishing her. “Then show me.” She finally got something out. 

Your tongue licked over where your lips had just been. Sitting back to meet her eye for eye. Pupils were blown wide for both of you as your smiles grew. Having just a moment to recollect yourselves as such and intensity. Processing what was about to continue tonight. 

You gave her a quick peck before standing up and pulling her with you. “Your bed has more room yeah?” You started stepping backwards up towards the stairs. Eyes never leaving Agatha as they caught how her hands were twitching eagerly by her sides. 

Her primal gaze stalked you the entire way up. Even as you knelt backwards towards the middle of her bed. Agatha soaked in how precious you looked here. The champagne silk complimented your skin, like you knew exactly how tanned you would be. You stood tall on your knees, tongue darting out over your plump lips as your mystical stare drew her near. She stopped at the edge of the bed.

The brunette went to raise her leg to crawl towards you, but you dropped to all fours and went to her instead. You watched as her breath caught and she shuddered. As soon as you were to her, you sat back to your heels and pulled her in by the waist of her jeans. Your neck craning back to look up at her fully. 

A trembling hand touched at your heated cheeks, eliciting a soft smile. “Such a pretty young thing…so ready to please.” Agatha didn’t hide the vulnerability in her voice. It was because she just never thought she’d be doing this again. Having the rush of adrenaline from the way your eyes gleamed up at her and the way your hands felt against her only fueled it as they held onto her waist. “Are you sure you want this?”

You knew the real reason she asked that. “I promise, you’re who I want.” Your lips pressed between her boobs. Her heartbeat was like a stampede against her ribs, her skin was the ground beneath being shook. This was your doing. “Let me spoil you.” You hummed, continuing the ministrations all over her chest. 

The delicate moans that slipped from her kept you moving. You were covering every inch of her, but it wasn’t enough. Agatha knew it as well, reaching a hand behind her back to unclasp the black bra then letting it slide in between you both. She watched the way the light moved in your eyes, like she was a hidden treasure.

To you she was. A treasure hidden for far too long but here you are now. Ready to show the world what they had missed. Your tongue flattened over her right nipple, earning you a low hum that vibrated her body. You did it again. And again. On the fourth swipe your lips had warped around her and you delivered a subtle suck. Meanwhile your hand kneaded the other in an attempt to even the attention. 

Her hand had made home at the back of your head, fingers tangled within your hair and gave light tugs everytime you hit the right nerve. Agatha had forgotten how sensitive her nipples actually were. When she would touch them it hardly did anything for her, but with you and that..that fucking mouth of yours, her moans only grew with each passing second. Only growing more and more sensitive as you switched boobs. “Fuck hun…you’re gonna make-”

“How long has it been?” Your voice was still full of sweetness, but what followed it was sour. 

Agatha snapped her lust filled blues down to you, brows furrowing. “What?” She moaned loudly when your teeth grazed her.

You stared up through your lashes at her, “How long has it been since the last time someone really tipped you over that edge?” 

Her answer was lost in her string of moans. Your mouth began working quicker, smoother, slicker against her. Neither of you knew where the question had stirred from, but it ignited something deep inside. You were so lost in her, everything about her in this moment, that you just kept on pleasing. Her grip was fierce and she came with a cry of your name. 

You kissed her chest through the high, a dopey smile hidden as you did. “How long, Aggie?” You raised it once again, trailing your lips back up as you kneeled to her height. 

“Too long…way too long.” That was all the answer you knew you were getting. 

Yet, it did answer a lot of teenage suspicions. “I knew it. Ralph seemed like he could barely take off a bra.” You were slightly nodding along, feeling proud at being right. You gave her one more kiss before slipping off the mattress. Another kiss to her chest and a long warming hug. “I promise not to waste your time. I’m going to make sure you know what you deserve.”

Agatha adored your words, “I don't doubt it hun, not even for a second.” She knew you meant those words, for tonight at least you did. 

~

The summer with Agatha was like a daydream. The cruise was exactly what you had needed. It was all the better with Agatha by your side at each moment, sharing stolen kisses and longing glances. On her request, she wanted to keep the relationship a little more intimate while getting the groundwork of it done. She explained to you her many worries of what people would think and say about the both of you. For her, she was used to being the main rumor and topic, but she didn't want that for you. You had more to focus on. 

Yet, inside those four walls when you got back from the trip were days you’ll never forget. The freedom to hold, touch, kiss, everything without any judgement. The days would start with soft kissing, basking in the morning rays.

 Then Agatha would slip away first to start her studies for the day (much to your dismay, you always begged her to stay longer with you). By noon you would finally have gotten up and somewhat ready as you and your headphones worked on lunch for you and the woman trapped by her own will. To bring her up, you’d start dancing with heavy feet for her to know. The chatter would be light and always playful as you ate. 

But the latest she'd agree to your protest was until three, then Agatha was swept back to her studies. Leaving you with a thank you and a kiss to your hairline. In this time, you never knew what to really do. All your hometown friends had eventually gone off to their own lives, which was getting the hell out of westview. You sometimes did let yourself wonder if you were getting out or if you’d be like Agatha and live here all your life. Would you live with her?

By six you would have dinner started. Headphones back on as you worked the kitchen like your bitch. Your mother would be proud to know all those cooking lessons she gave you actually paid off. It was usually like this, a quiet home as you cooked. Like lunch, when you were done you'd dance a little harder to bring up the woman of the house. 

Jokes would be shared, and so would compliments. Although, it was usually you rambling on about the world seeing as Agatha was naturally out of touch with it. It would lead to you teasing her about how the old Agatha, the times when she went by Agnes used to know everyone's business. “The nosy neighbor, you used to be. Now nobody sees you outside.” You’d always end with. 

The nights weren’t perfect, but you were getting her out more. And if it took some lonely days in her house then you would silently cry when she wasn't around, then you would stare daggers at the basement door. You were tempted a lot during the summer.

Even as it neared the end of the season and suddenly you couldn’t contain the need to know what was down there. What was this woman studying? What could possible demand this much attention? What stole her away from you so abruptly? Why couldn’t you know? Why was it so secretive? Why did it drive you insane not knowing?

One night, however, it got you. The insanity had finally eaten you away all day. The woman of your every waking thought was locked back behind the wooden door. She hardly talked to you that day. You could practically hear her thoughts still being trapped in the basement. She could barely give you the human decency to actually look at you for more than a fleeting second. A quick flick of her eyes really. Maybe three times. Then she was gone. 

The door laughed and mocked you for the hours you glared at it. You simply couldn’t take it and needed some release. You had a blunt, and a brownie edible to start. Smoking it out in your car so Agatha wouldn’t smell it and neither would the neighborhood. Last thing you needed was for your mother to come stop by and see the crazed look in your eyes. 

While cooking, you kept going. Pouring reasonable glasses of the red wine you had bought. Keeping yourself steady the entire time because if you planned right, the edibles would kick in by the time you finished cooking. You’d eat a nice dinner then drag Agatha to bed for the night.

The plan was solid in your head, but so were the lyrics to your music. “You make me wanna fall in love.” It started as a soft mumbling truly, along with subtle body sway. Yet, maybe you were feeling the effects of the edible sooner and it was mixing with the wine, because eventually you were singing at the top of your lungs. “Give me more than just some butterflies!”

 Agatha had heard your songs through the floor and was immediately confused and frustrated. FInishing up what she could before deciding that she was going to have to be done for the night. She assumed already you would have headphones attached to your head like every other night. She wasn’t expecting you to be leaning against the counter all posed up. 

“Adore me.” You tilted your head back and your hair fell like the perfect waterfall. “Hold me and explore me.” Your hand not holding a spatula roamed across your big t-shirt. Agatha knew you were wearing that and the skimpiest pair of shorts known to womankind. But she was entranced by how you touched yourself, hand at your neck. “Mark your territory.” You lightly gasped into the chilled air. “Tell me I'm the only, only , only, only one.”

The brunette stayed by the door the entire time. Enjoying the show all too much. She wasn’t surprised you knew how to move in such a way honestly. She knew you had a dancing bone in you somewhere. What got her was how well you still could dance while clearly drunk. Agatha could only smile lovingly as she kept watching you. 

“Give it to me, baby. You make me wanna fall in love!” You hit an ending pose and then immediately fell back to cooking. Still missing the other entirely. 

Her claps startled you though. “Quite the dancer you are, huh?”

It must’ve been the time she spent away that led you to throw yourself at her and almost cry into her, or maybe it was that wine about to start speaking the truth. “You are going to kill yourself studying that long.” You held her tight. 

Her chuckle was reassuring in a way. That she wasn’t mad at you or anything. You could check that possibility off the list now. “I made a lot of progress. And you were so quiet today, it was like a ghost town in this house today.”

“I hated it.” Slipped freely. Your eyes were trained to the living room walls across the way. It was cold the way you said it. 

Dinner that night was a little tense. In your rambling about the world, there were sly little remarks you managed in. They weren’t anything too extreme, but you could tell she had picked up on them by the way she would wince a little. 

Agatha had tried to get her own reassuring points in to you. Mentioning how she could almost be close to the end of the study, even though she knew there was only more after this book. She’d give you extra kisses in passing while cleaning up. Extra touches. It just wasn’t enough to break into your trance. 

Getting ready for bed was no different. You were off in a different world entirely. “Hun…do you wanna talk about what’s bugging you?” Agatha tried to coax it out of you when you both were laying in bed. Her hands pulling you in nice and close and her natural heat mixing in with yours. “You feelin’ ok?”

You gave a slow, very distant, nod. “Just tired more than usual.” You whispered to ease her worries. Snuggling in even closer to her and letting your eyes close. 

When they reopened though, it was a whole new experience. Your eyes stared straight into the basement door. It was haunting you even in your sleep now. In a tired state however, you just said fuck it. Your hand was on the door knob and opening up a room of mysteries. It felt almost like a tingling sensation as you were pulled down the stairs. 

There were many things you were expecting down here. A finished basement for one. An office for two. And some crazy experiment for three. But it was just a laundry room basically. Maybe some extra storage. 

You started laughing. Subtle giggles turned to full maniacal cackles. You had officially lost your mind about this damn basement. You fell to your knees and just kept on laughing, even as tears slipped from your eyes. “Hun?” Called distantly. “Hun, you all right?” Agatha wiped away your tears as you stirred awake,

It took only seconds to register what had occurred. “Aggie…your study is driving me insane. What is it please? Please, I need to know.” Your horse voice was begging for the answer to all your issues. “I promise I won't ever judge you.”

Agatha was silent about her next moves. Grabbing your hand and carefully draggin you with her. Through the dark and silent house to the wooden door that's been mocking you for the past few weeks now. Her lack of hesitation to open it and bring you down now amazed you. She hadn’t once let you even touch the door in the past decade. 

Right before you could see down anywhere, she turned and looked at you. “You promise this won’t change how you see me right?” The vulnerability of being half asleep is always something you love. You raised your pinky for her to know it was serious now. 

With a sigh, Agatha had finally let you into her basement. She knew you would almost instantly know the design of it. In silence though, she stood and watched you take in every detail you could. Making an entire lap around the area before spinning once in the middle and stopping to stare at her.

“A witch.”

[esmedelacroix]

Nerd Alert

synopsis ! he’s an American football player by day and a passionate mathematician by night. She’s a well-rounded historian and writer who couldn’t evaluate a derivative to save her life. They lived in two different worlds but shared the same study room.

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cw ! no use of y/n, y/n is _____, fluff, slow burn, college au, ooc sukuna, f!reader, child abuse/neglect, alcohol abuse,

fic radio ! idfc by blackbear

a/n : this one is a bit shorter. the next one is longer promise.

Sukuna lived multiple lives. In a weird way, he was so many different people depending on his environment. When acting in almost every scenario, you lose yourself.

Deep down. Under all the layers Sukuna had created to protect himself, He was a nerd at heart. He read comics in his room of Superheros fighting bad guys. It was what inspired him to workout and go to the gym. His favorite DC comic heros made him feel strong. Like he had a chance against the weird men that preyed on his mother or the ones that would try to go for him. His mom didn't give a rats ass about him. Then again she too deep into her high to realize the situation she was in.

Secretly playing Five Nights at Freddy's with his elementary school friend Nanami. He couldn't take the bullying he would receive in school if they knew he loved comics, playing weird video games, scary movies, and math. He already had enough problems whenever he looked into his bank account or went to his house.

When he started football, Sukuna found a sport he loved and could hide behind. Why be seen as weird when he could be liked by most people? Slowly, Sukuna became the kid who would agree when others said math was hard and then miraculously got an A. He became the kid who said he didn't study the night before when his dark eye bags indicated he did.

He even stopped hanging out with friends like Nanami because he wanted to hang out with his colored friends. Though he never wanted to seem like he cared for anything, he truly cared about his public image. He never wanted people to notice he was broke so he worked two jobs to afford clothes and an occasional haircut.

His heart dropped to his ass when he looked up from the essay you were helping him out with to see Toji wide-eyed and confused looking through the glass wall. He immediately burst into the room without your permission. "Dude, what are you doing here?" he questioned.

Sukuna froze. Nothing was coming out of his mouth. "We're studying. What are you doing here?" you echoed.

"I'm just doing some work. Deans are on my ass about getting my shit done to keep my scholarship."

In all the years that Toji had been friends with Toji, they did everything together. They rushed for their frat and got hazed together(Sukun ended up keeping the pink hair cus he 'lowkey fuck with it'). He opened up about his home situation and brought him to his place. Toji was the one who recommended he put his mother in rehab while he was away at college. after four years he was still mending their relationship.

He couldn't admit that he was good at school and cared about his grades. "Why don't you believe me? Ryomen's in three advanced math courses. He did all those problems on the board."

Sukuan stared directly at his laptop disassociating. he didn't know what to do or say. Here you were, very inconsiderately exposing him. "What d'you gotta say for yourself, bro?"

Sukuna looked up at Toji shocked to see him grinning widely. he visibly looked confused and Toji laughed. "I'm just playing with you I know you're smart as hell," Toji chuckled pulling out the chair across from the two of you.

"What?" he finally said.

"Dude, I'm your best friend. I suspected you were a nerd all the way in high school. You think I don't notice things? You have mad comics under your bed. You use a Nintendo too. If that's not enough proof I know you play Zelda on it when you think everyone's asleep. There was also that time I needed to use your laptop and I accidentally saw your report card," he explained.

You were impressed by how close he and Ryomen were. It completely surprised you that Ryomen was a full-blown nerd and not just some jock that was good at math and wore his prescription glasses when he forgot contacts.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked annoyingly.

"It was fun watching you try to act cool and hide it," Toji shrugged.

Sukuna let out a groan and sunk into his chair with his head in his hands. "I hate you," he mumbled

"Love you too bud," Toji smiled.

The three of you spent that evening studying. You and Sukuna yelled at Toji as he did his homework like helicopter parents who don't know how to parent.

The weekend finally arrived and you were in the football stadium with your friends cheering on the team. You were wearing some school merch and jeans. Your hair was in a messy bun matching Geto's as you took your seat with your arms full of snacks and drinks.

You put a bit more effort into your style and hair today. just for you to throw it into a messy bun and get ketchup everywhere.

During half-time, the team huddled and dispersed. Sukuna squeezed his after from his bottle while pouring some on his face and shaking his head to get it out of his hair. Droplets of sweat accompanied.

He looked around in the crowd and once his eyes met yours they stopped and his expression changed. It was unreadable but it changed. He scanned you and you waved. He didn't wave back he just stared and when his coach called him over he rejoined the group. You shrugged it off and continued to talk to your friends.

The second half of the game was phenomenal. everyone was connected. Sukuna was making amazing plays and the team was scoring so much that you had to sit down and take a breather for, how much cheering you were doing.

When the clock ran out, you and your friend shot out of your seats happy to see your team had one. All the guys high-fived. But Sukuna turned around looking directly at you making eye-contact facial expression still unreadable but soft around the edges.

You mouthed a 'congrats' to him you were sure if he caught before his team huddled around him.

"Don't think I didn't see the two of you eye fucking. Right in front of my salad, tsk tsk," Geto smiled looking ahead.

"Oh shut up," you rolled your eyes elbowing him.

"you like him~" he sang.

"As if."

You played things off cool, but the heat rising to your face and your bouncing leg told Geto everything he needed to know. You were crushing. Hard.

. . .

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[echolynn13]

SFTH Chaotic Highlights (OMG Is This A Joke)

Alright, I'm finally starting to make these for the longforms! These are gonna be quite a bit longer than the other two I've made, since these videos are (typically) longer and I have a lot of thoughts about them lol (edit while writing, less than halfway through the video - yeah, I have way more to say than I thought I would)

Before I even get into the video itself, I just love the bold move of having their first Youtube longform be one about nazis, let's people know the kind of humor they'll be getting from these guys lmao

Also shout out to the not insignificant number of people who fully didn't recognize AJ with hair

Luke's executive decision to grab a prop gun and just stand there like 🧍🏼

"If he was only a foot and a half taller, he would be a perfect nazi!" Still one of my favorite Luke short jokes, because if I was him I genuinely wouldn't know how to take that observation-

Not sure why Sam chose the puffy purple jacket for his villain character, but at least we get to call him Ze Blackberry now

I'd like to imagine as Sam was introducing himself, he looked over to Luke like 'oh shit right, he's still just fucking standing there, I should probably include him somehow' and to Sam that ofc meant flirting with him

Which btw is the strangest flirting attempt I've ever seen- "Beautiful little pocket-sized Aryan" and "Sexy little ferret" ?? Guys I've never flirted with anyone but I don't think he's doing it right

"Guten Abend" Luke/Hans isn't good at this flirting thing either, but at least they're both having fun

Two French brothers casually parachuting over Berlin during World War II, nothing weird about that

"Ja- yes- er, oui! I'm trilingual, I'm sorry" Idk if it's the language confusion or the fact he apologized to the nazi, but this was a great line

"The plan is working perfectly, we're making them uncomfortable. Keep it up!" Luke, who has done very little in that regard except respond to Sam: "Okay!!" *just keeps standing there*

"Hard day being a nazi?" Considering you're currently giving him a backrub and are probably about to fuck him, I'd say he's having a pretty good day

Before Luke's BAFTA winning portrayals of grief in The Evil Make-A-Wish Kid and The Grape Depression, we had AJ's sobbing in OMGITAJ

So glad this play was set mainly in France so AJ could show off his French knowledge in the best ways (skipping across the stage and singing)

Sam characteristically entering briefly as an unspecified beast that for simplicity I'm going to call a ram

Genuinely one of my favorite and most underappreciated moments in the video is Katherine assigning Luke's character a feminine name, which he clearly didn't expect, and he just takes a moment to reevaluate life, while staring at the comedically placed banana in his hand. 10/10 fantastic bit

"My husband has been captured" "You know this for sure?" "Well he didn't come home and he's a French spy so" Fair logic that was 100% correct

"I already have a husband" "Well Xavier will have to wait until he's officially dead then" rip Jean-Luc man, at least Sarah seems to genuinely love him and be loyal though, good for them

Tag yourself, I'm AJ fangirling heavy over Xavier as he walks onstage

"I could have mimed it but I did not" has and forever will live in my brain rent free, bro had no reason to do that but took the fucking opportunity

Also Sarah's friend (did she ever get a name?) is simping for Xavier more than Sarah herself, they could've just fucked instead

"I don't know the French word for mice" "C'est une souris, une souris, une souris" French lessons with AJ

I've already made a whole post about my love for pre-reveal Xavier, but jesus, can you blame me? This character is the actual reason I started being attracted to Tom in the first place, why is he so SMOOTH-

Also the fact Luke didn't even flinch when Tom tilted his chair back and just nonchalantly crossed his legs- This whole scene is perfect istg

"I'm just going to take a few pictures-" That's so real of you girl

"I am a man" Gonna start saying this in front of the mirror as affirmations in the morning, same tone and everything

Tom launching himself across the stage before he even has the chance to rebutton his shirt lol

"Look out! It's the nazi-looking guy!" Saying this about the actual nazi is so funny

Not me being genuinely kinda sad about François getting killed

Katherine getting into Sam's carriage with a pumpkin (For some reason??) and Sam pausing not once, but twice, and eventually deciding to proceed as normal and not question it

Jean-Luc: *crying because trauma* Katherine: "Aw.. If you're thirsty you could drink it!" Katherine might've earned her place as my favorite 5th SFTH member they've had

Big Hans showing up with an entirely different vibe from the last time we saw him- Maybe because he's not busy being gay with Ze Blackberry

But really, why is this nazi boy so excited about the french language while he's taking over their country

"Les coqs :D" Sir what is this energy you're putting out, it's confusing me

I like that instead of just saying something like "It's a French horse, why do I care if I kicked it" he's just like "German horses wouldn't give a shit, your horses are just weak"

"Very hairy chickens you have here" A joke they couldn't have made now-

I'd just like to point out that Big Hans didn't get shot from what I could tell, so he could technically still be alive. Idk what to do with that information, I just wanted it out there

Tom pulling his classic sexy-character move: Foot dramatically placed on chair

The cleaner just being like "what a fucking mess, god I hate my job" as if Xavier and Sarah aren't currently having a whole plot-altering revelation in the same room

Oh yeah, and this is also the moment I was very relieved Sarah was a better person than me (/hj) and didn't sleep with Xavier

Also, mostly unrelated, but Katherine's voice specifically as the cleaner reminds me of DHMIS every single time and idk why

"Are you quite finished??" "... Honestly, no"

"But who would do that? Who would do- It was me" He tried to be mysterious but Xavier really wanted credit for what he did

Sam the Ram returns! Very cool that their first video had classics of all kinds: Sam being a chaotic animal, AJ getting to be French, Tom being a sexy German, and Luke being an equally-attractive-but-not-quite-as-played-up woman

"I was tortured by two men gettig with each other next to me" "They're always doing that, the nazis" If SFTH can make nazis gay af, they truly can do anything

Why does Ram-Sam look so offended on behalf of the French after Luke's "It's in my nature" line lmaoo

"Where did you get my dildo!?" Amazing line from Luke, but really what was that thing??

And ofc Xavier dies as he lived.. Shirtless. Sexy evil bastard-

[saiintvalentiine]

star-bright

Summary: Parrot is a lesser dragon who's looking for a wishing star to turn himself into a true dragon.

Notes: this is. hm. kinda weird even for me i think. if you've read requiescat, this premise is actually familiar to you, and you'll realize immediately how this is gonna end. unedited and hastily written to get it out of my system. divider.

Word count: 1,406

1 am

There's a clean impact crater in the field about three yards all around. There's a clear drag line through the grass heading north, where skyscrapers shine and the city coughs up smoke. It tapers off, but it's not hard to imagine that such a sight would be tempting to a falling wish.

Parrot has a wish to cash in, and stardust is easy to track.

2 am

Cities around here never sleep. It's part of Parrot's problem. He can't protect everything he wants, everyone he wants when he's this weak in a world this wide. Smoke billows out of the corners of his mouth, unthinking, unhappy, wings inert and senses dampened.

This wishing star is what will let him become what he was always meant to become.

He's been waiting to see one fall. They look like shooting stars, and there are plenty of those around, but a dragon can tell the difference. Even to a lesser one like him, they look brighter, tempting, more promising than the average star.

The trail this star has left behind is bright, sweet, lilac-tinted and sparkling. It weaves in and out of bars and tourist traps, between the bustling crowds and haggling merchants. Parrot is following, but just barely. It's trying to hide.

It knows its time is limited and is trying to extend it. How unfortunate for it that Parrot is the one who's going to find it.

3 am

The wishing star is eating a hot dog. Parrot is stunned when he finally catches up to it and it's at a hotdog stand. He honestly—

“ ‘s really good,” the star praises, smiling at the vendor.

“Can't believe you've never had a hotdog,” the vendor says wistfully.

“Crazy huh?”

The star finishes its meal, wiping its hands on a napkin. Its hair is dark with thin streaks of white, eyes violet and charming, and its skin deathly pale. It looks just like the old texts describe them— ethereal, impossible to look away from, delicious.

“There's a cart down that way that sells kebabs. You tell ‘em Vic sent ya, they'll make you my favorite.”

The star bounces up, brightens, and says, “I will! Thank you!”

“You have a safe night now,” the vendor calls out as the star walks off with a wave.

Parrot goes to follow, only to get his arm grabbed by the vendor.

“What's your problem?” Parrot snaps, shrugging out of his grip, the star getting further and further away.

“You leave that boy alone you fuckin’ pest, y’hear me?”

Parrot is— what the actual hell? He stares at the vendor, too baffled to respond for a moment.

“Don't think I didn't see you standin’ there leering,” the vendor continues. “It’s creeps like you makin’ this place impossible to live in. Fuck off.”

Oh god, this guy thinks Parrot is creeping on the star.

“I'm not doing anything wrong,” Parrot sputters out, stepping back and bumping into a passer-by. “I'm— I'm leaving!”

“Good riddance!”

Parrot scrambles off, flustered. He holds off on following the star’s trail until he's far out of the vendor’s sight.

4 am

It takes a little while longer, and Parrot spends way too long red in the face about it, but he eventually catches up to the wishing star again. This time, it's at a bar, which Parrot is deeply annoyed by. It's loud and smelly in here, but the irritated smoke that rises from his nose blends in with the eight people he sees smoking in here, so it's not all bad.

The star looks too sweet sitting at the bar. It's wearing a soft grey sweater and black slacks, with mismatched black and white boots. Despite that, the bartender is pouring it a drink with a big grin.

“This one has Midori in it,” she says over the music.

“Midori,” the star echoes. “Sounds delicious.”

“Oh it is!”

The star drinks from a cup with bright green liquid in it, and suddenly Parrot wonders how it's paying for this. Do stars descend with cash on hand? He's contemplating this as he edges closer and closer, shoulders being brushed here and there by other patrons. Someone brushes behind the star, and it turns at the resulting hasty apology. Parrot can tell the second it spots him in the corner of its vision— a hitched breath and a heavy hand slapping a wad of bills on the bartop are all Parrot gets before the star runs. It weaves so easily between people, like it's wafer thin, and the bartender yells after it. Parrot darts after it, tries to snatch its arm but fails as it bursts out of the bar and into the street.

Fine. If it wants to do this the hard way, Parrot isn't afraid of some hard work.

5 am

The goddamn star is still running and Parrot is running out of time. Wishing star luck piles up around it as it tries to escape, as it crashes into the arms of a wolf hybrid and a cat hybrid who accidentally block Parrot’s path, then it’s whisked a few feet away by a strange suit-wearing enderman when they trip into each other, then a different cat hybrid falls onto Parrot in a series of convoluted accidents that are only possible in fiction— at least Parrot thought they were only possible in fiction.

It doesn’t matter. Luck won’t be enough. Parrot will guarantee that.

6 am

Parrot finally catches the star. It’s racing back to the field it fell into, maybe trying to make it to the woods opposite of the city in an attempt to lose track of Parrot. But he’s sick of this game and he has to make this wish before dawn if he’s going to become who he was always meant to be, and that’s what pushes him to finally tackle the star down. Felled, it tries to scramble away, but Parrot catches its wrists between his talons and pins its squirming body down.

“Let go of me,” the star wheezes, ring-adorned fingers spasming wildly. “Let go of me!”

“Not until I get my wish,” Parrot snaps, breathing heavy, voice shot. He squeezes his hands and the star makes a choked noise.

“No, no no no, I’ll die if you do that, I’ll die!”

“I know that.”

“And you’re okay with that?!”

The star squirms, turning on its side to look up at Parrot. Its face is streaked with sweat and tears and dirt, but no blood; Parrot is sure these things don’t have mortal blood to bleed anyway, but he’s a little surprised it didn’t hurt itself on the way down. It just looks dirty now. Soiled.

“Fulfilling a wish costs the blood of the lamb.”

It tries again to wrench away from Parrot, but it won’t be able to get free. What Parrot wants is too much, too wide—

“I have a name, I’m a person,” the star begs. “I’m Wifies, I like— I like the color purple, I like Midori— at least, I think I do, I need more time, I could—”

“You are a wishing star, you aren’t a person! This is the point, getting caught and dying to a wish is the point of your existence!”

“Says who!” Wifies head drops down, voice wavering and wet. “Says who, the lesser dragons who use us? Of course you all think that’s all we’re good for! That’s what keeps you as lesser. If you can’t take it with your own hands, you’ll steal it from us.”

Wifies is heaving, pearlescent in the moonlight, and Parrot hates him.

“I have tried everything!” Parrot can’t control the way his voice rises, the way his mouth gets hot, the way his useless wings twitch on his back. “Everything to become better!”

“And you’ll kill me for it, because you’re a failure!”

“I wish,” Parrot is seeing red, he’s got to be precise with this, has to ignore the shuddering sobs beneath him. “I wish to become a true dragon.”

7 am

Parrot greets the dawn alone, no body, no heat, nothing beneath him.

He sits on his knees alone as the stars in the sky taper away to the sunlight. His wings unfurl to their full length, healthy and heavy, and he feels the potency in his throat, not just heat but flame flicking, flicking, flicking away in his gut. There isn’t even residue on his hands left.

Parrot greets the dawn alone.

[dollwhite]

𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇

𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

P.s all works made by me, will be under the tag ‘dollings work’

ALSO my new theme for my blog is Blood rose <3 my blog will be changed on the first. If u were wondering?

Ik this doesn’t scream blood rose buttt close enough!!

I imagine posison ivy is like 30-35

Something you didn’t expect was your close friend poison ivy to call you. You two were very close even with her being 34 and you being 24.

A ten year age difference didn’t seem like a lot, and in reality it wasn’t.

As you answered the call, it felt like something was wrong. It HAD to be ivy, I mean you don’t really have many “close” friends. And you and your family were close but you guys didn’t just call each other on a regular. Unless it’s an emergency like a death in the family.

Plus you come from a small town on like the other side of the world. Your home town basically doesn’t have internet.

“Hello?..” you say the words flowing softly out of your lips.

“[ reader ] heyyy.. you know how about a month age, I did that big favor for you? And u said ‘ Oh Ivy I owe you big time!’” Your friend Ivy said her words coming out a little bit slowed which was a bit weird as she’s a normally fast speaker.

“Hiah..” a little chuckle came from over the phone, you could tell the person was a woman and that she was maybe over a feet away from Ivy. That was also strange Ivy only had a hand full of friends that she could count on one hand.

Now Red Robin was back in the batcave, and he was getting scolded.. All because he decided to check up in that stranger, he gets it he really does but.

Being grounded from patrol, In a huge villain attack?? What is Bruce thinking? It’s obvious he needs all the help he can get. He already has Superman on standby, maybe he also has the justice league?

Who knows.. who knows.

Now time for Tim to get looking for some info on this new stranger. It’s clear she just moved to Gotham, maybe a few weeks back? But that doesn’t matter because he’s going to find out.

Everything.

“Just like the seedd, I don’t know where to go.” A beautiful woman’s voice echoed across the room.

Startling Harley, “now what in the heck was that!”

“That my dear Harley, was my friend.” Poison ivy said. “Now come on, we have to hurry” she added.

Grabbing Harley by her hand, leading her to the cafeteria exit.

“I——what about the guards?” Now don’t get Harley confused, she loved going by the flow.

But Ivy was more of a ‘think now, do later’ type of person. And also she has other friends??

Why didn’t Harley know about her, or-them. Hey! Harley doesn’t judge, if you wanna be called a guy.

But if you look like a girl, she’s going to call you a guy!

“Through dirt and shadow, I grow. Just like the seed”

As they both were passing through the exit, Harley took notice of this weird acting guard.

Matter of fact, all the guards in the cafeteria were acting weird, and the other inmates as well.

Like they’re under some sort of trance? But whatever it was, she didn’t care as long as she gets to lease to your voice she’s good!

……………………………………………………………………

Yeah yeah ik, i have been gone for like what? A month at least. And I can’t promise you guys that I’m going to be posting more often, because we’ll school has fucking kicked the shit out of me, and I had a very difficult situation with two of my close friends. So in all life has been shity to me, this is an old drift I never got around to post, and I’m pretty sure you guys can tell. Cuz it’s low-key trash, because when I made this I was like what half a month of getting into writing. Also I have been spending my time in the hotd fandom! (My favorite characters are the Hightower siblings!) and I might try and writ for hotd, because it’s just interesting to me yk?

But I’m here to say that…. Idk when I’m going to be able to get my ass to write something for you guys! And I hope that you all don’t mind that, I’m also going to try and finish my drifts. Also ao3 has got my heart at the moment(no because there’s so much love for Alicent Hightower there🤭)

See you guys maybe never again! But um y’all known what y’all were going to be getting into when you fucking followed me! And I haven’t been that interested in the batfam, so I might not continue any of my stories on them…..

[scaraswifeey]

NO NO YOU HAVE A POINT. HIM BEING A NOISY FUCKER IS ON POINT BECAUSE IT INCREASES HIS EGO CUZ HES MAKING YOU FEEL SO GOOD. AND HE DEFINITELY LIKES TO LISTEN TO THEM IN A SENSE THAT, (freakier version of him in my mind, yes i have different aus with him) WOULD ABSOLUTELY RECORD ASMR OF YOUR SEX LAST NIGHT AND LISTEN TO IT TO RELAX NEXT MORNING.

YES HE IS A THIGH PERSON. HE JUST IS. ITS JUST A VISUAL IMAGE OF HIS HANDS ALWAYS LANDING ON THE THIGHS LIKE IMAGINE DRIVING WITH HIM AND HES JUST GONNAONE HAND THE WHEEL CUZ THE OTHER HAND IS ON. YOUR. THIGH.

SNUGGLER IS ALSO TRUE. SCARA SCREAMS ILL TAKE CARE OF YOU THEN DUMPS A BUTTLOAD OF SWEET SWEET AFTERCARE. Then after that he just comfortably rests his fucking face on the dip of your neck if ur worn out OR If u wanna sit around more, HEAD ON THIGHS, ARMS AROUND WAIST. he's the type (for me) who would very much LOVE to be deeply entangled with you. LIKE PUZZLE PIECE ENTANGLED. this man desires to be close to you at all times that it's common for you to just know you need to lay on him (sfw and nsfw wise).

His aftercare would be cleaning you and the space up, peppering kisses or just making marks even more visible, IF ROUGH FUCK he would massage you after and when your still awake after allat, (and ik you said he wouldnt talk much cuz hes more of an action guy- AND HE IS-) he would sense the times you find it hard to or atleast dont want to sleep and he'd definitely spend the whole time talking to you about ANYTHING. until you do doze off. Like literally anything, as random as you or the direction of your conversation can be.

"What if carrots were blue?" "That's impossible, it has carotene which makes it orange." "But what if it was??" "It would be one of my favorite vegetables then"

oh HES HANDSY TOO. Like probably related to him being absolutely smitten with being physically close to you at all costs, scara is the type to just pick out strands of your hair when ur talking after a fuck. He'd rub circles on your shoulders and elbows. He'd bring you even closer to him when you're fast asleep like him spooning you and him just squeezing you further into him. Like He'd be the type to bury his face EVERYWERE OR ANYWHERE as long as it's on you to just bask in your scent.

I can imagine him really enjoying when you initiate things because that simply means he can break you bad until you bit off more than you can chew. HED LOVE TO OVERSTIM JUST BECAUSE HE KNOWS YOU AND YOUR BODY WELL ENOUGH. This also links to him doing it because he wants to hear more of you (and he won't stop until he gets you to scream his name out loud).

Scara is basically good in bed. As much of a jerk he is portrayed, if it's a partner, scara would love you truly and it will be evident in how he treats you with trust and such fragility that only he knows and you'll later on pick up on. He's still a jerk though so he'd definitely tease and well, HES JUST A JERK AT TIMES IDK HOW TO EXPAND THAT.

UGH I love him and it's insane, I can't believe I've characterized him to this point and it's just so disappointing that he's not real. Like THE WORLD CAN DO IT, IT JSUT REFUSES TO DO SO. GIVE ME ONE OF HIM I NEED IT BAD REAL BAD.

I'm still stuck on Wanderer actually eating cunt and fucking you. Like it's just been in my visions for days and I want to share more about what I keep seeing.

Like each time I'm thrown into whatever I'm being shown it's the same thing. He acts like he doesn't really want to at first but there's something about his eyes that give him away. He'll scoff a little and maybe call you desperate or slutty but he doesn't outright say he's uninterested and if you try to seduce him he NEVER pushes you away. If anything he always starts going crazy with it once he realizes that you're still interested.

Wanderer likes watching you undress too. Like for some reason I always get the distinct impression that he's actually a thigh man too. Or at least appreciates stockings a lot and likes seeing you pull them off. And it shows because when you sit on his face he is NOT shy with it and usually forces you against his mouth by holding onto your thighs and hips and pulling you against him. He has zero issues with the weight of someone and doesn't breathe so he basically just keeps you on him until he gets bored and wants to switch positions. Which sometimes is HOURS.

In these visions I always feel his energy shift when he realizes you're getting limp too. Like he enjoys it when he knows you're succumbing because for some reason he likes the idea of making a normally strong woman weak for him. I think it gets him off a little to know he's affecting someone so much.

Also his tongue is long. And he DOES use it. You'll be struggling to remain upright and the entire time he's just devouring you.

Also Wanderer seems to like noisy fuck sessions. I notice that every vision involves us being in the middle of nowhere so I think he does that on purpose so no one but him hears you.

Like in one vision we were on a mountain I think? There was a small waterfall too and Wanderer seemed more enthusiastic with his movements whenever I just started screaming and moaning wildly. Also he knows if you're faking it. You can't fake it with him.

He's very good at reading body language and even if he doesn't know something all you have to do is explain it to him once and he always remembers after that.

So if he sees what you look like when cumming he'll just try to make your body replicate those movements basically.

Also he's a snuggler. It's cute actually. Afterwards if you just lay with him for a bit he starts to get touchy and does stuff like caress your cheek or kiss your forehead. He doesn't say anything but he talks with actions and you FEEL how attached he is to you when he pulls you against him and just keeps you there. It's not a dominant energy either. It feels more like he clings to you instead.

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Maybe not to the extreme degree of continuing dom/sub play in the public eye but he’s always been in control. Growing up? Oldest. Now? He’s the captain. The leader. Frequently referred to as the best dman in the league. He feeds off power and having it over his partner drives him crazy.

bro i rambled hard

no because agree. hard agree actually and a lot of people forget this or don’t know it, the sub has all the control and i mean that.

so with the whole in public thing, it’s very toned down. very soft dom outside in the world or around people. he knows his people can very obviously see the slightest bit of it but that’s it. Quinn did not consent to them seeing that, just like did not consent to seeing that. you know what i mean?

truthfully? it’s almost instant. i feel like Quinn’s the kinda guy to be open with his partner. he’s open, especially with this kind of thing. you’re open, willing, ready to explore that. so yeah, i think it starts slow and more or so in the bedroom.

when you’ve adjusted to him as a dominant sexually, maybe you just start auto doing things outside that bedroom.

you’re “quinny can you help me?” and he’s running in just to brush your hair or “quinny can you get me a soda?” and his immediate reaction “did you finish your water bottle?” and when you say no. “well that’s your answer. finish your water first.”

it’s kinda a switch that flips for you, damn he’s bossy but i like it. i don’t have to think? he does it for my own good? okay.

quinn sees that glimmer in your eye when he kinda corrects your behavior. makes himself a mental note to chat later, cause that’s exactly what he was hoping for.

he’s big into rules. there’s not that many tbh but they’re important, especially to him and especially while he’s gone. big into a sticker chart too, it’s an easy way for him to see what you’ve remembered and what you needed more direction with.

i think he’d be into collaring too, he’s the kinda guy who has multiple types. the public collar that’s more or less a necklace, the bedroom collar, and then the everyday around the house kinda collar. and he has no shame tugging any of them when he wants you to act right.

he has the look. ya know what i mean? i’m sorry i think he wants you kinda bratty sometimes, i think he likes brat taming. he very obviously loves when his girl is so good and listens. but sometimes when he gets home from a bad game, he just wants to take it out on you and his favorite way is when you get mouthy and he corrects that.

now in public? he’s quiet about it, he’ll grip your hand a little tighter or he’ll send you a quick text. just something easy, something unknowing to everyone else.

he hates repeating himself so it’s a one and done. he’s not a three strike you’re out kinda guy (except at the very beginning when you’re both adjusting)

idk man i go on and on about this