#heart shaped storage box

[james34111]

[cynicjovial]

second 2025 project finished! i had to wait for more beads cause I ran out of a letter but there it is finally!

[multch]

Caught.

Art the clown x Reader [18+]

CW: Smut\ afab Reader

Pt.1 (Thoughts)

Art just caught you red-handed pleasuring yourself but he doesn't seem to react… at first.

There stood Art the clown, leaning up against the wall with a shit eating grin- Oh God no.

Oh God no.

It was in this moment, you felt as small as a starved mouse. Has he always towered over you?

Holding your breath, your gaze hesitantly lifted to meet with his eyes.

Surely he couldn’t hear you in there… And obviously he couldn’t have been waiting outside the whole time.. right?

But what if he had. Would he be disgusted? His face contorted into a disturbed grimace. Could it change your relationship? Would he be so enraged as to consider you his next victim- ready to skin you with his bare hands. Gosh why did you ever think that was a good idea! 

Your lust was your hamartia- the trigger that would spiral into your gruesome demise; a death without an ounce of dignity.

It was as if that doorway was a picture frame holding- you- a moment frozen in time. Your face was flushed bright red and your chest heaved up and down as if you had just ran a marathon. 

Your eyes were wide in shock and pure terror.

As your gaze met his, you couldn’t help but sigh as he walked right past you. How could he be so calm? His smirk dropped as he practically shrugged you off as if you were translucent- as if you weren’t there…

What the hell?!

*

There it layed unfinished. It would only take you a few minutes to stitch back up the final rip.

Across your desk were numerous tools you used throughout the night; The jacket you worked on mere hours ago, several pairs of sharp fabric scissors and an array of pins and needles strung with thread.

Despite the busy crowd of your work-station, you remained alone. 

Where could he be?

*

You looked up at the cheap clock sitting on the wall; 2:15am.

Clutched carefully in your hand, you carried his newly repaired costume with you. When you would return it to him, you would finally be able to go home- that is if you could find him…

It was your 4th time circling around the store and only one thought remained in your mind; 

Where on earth was that damn clown!?

Walking into storage, you were met with the familiar dark and dusty sight you dreaded seeing so often. Luckily, since meeting Art, you were able to evade stock retrieval long enough during your shifts to delegate it to him at night. Unfortunately, every once in a while you would still have to venture out back during the day when issues were too urgent. 

It wasn't rare for liminal spaces to creep you out so the avoidance was understood with a few simple honks of a horn. 

“Hey Art… you in here?” You shivered.

The room was cramped and lined with unstable wire shelving overflowing with cardboard boxes of various sizes. As there were no windows, who knew what could be hiding in the shadows. 

As your eyes adjusted to make out shapes within the darkness, your hand crept around the wall beside you for a light switch.

Aha! There it was.

As you went to flick the switch your heart suddenly dropped.

That’s not the switch… 

Two cold hands grabbed your arm in an instant, pulling you towards a firm chest.

Shit!

“Art! Oh my goodness I am so sorry,” you blurted, “I was just looking for the lightswitch, I didn’t mean to-” 

While what you could see was limited, what you knew was abundant. Your cheeks burned up as you realized what you just did. You didn’t flick the lightswitch, you just hit Art’s nipple- god that’s so embarrassing! You practically screamed at yourself.

What did you drag yourself into! First you think he caught you finger fucking yourself to the thought of him. Now you're in a dark storage cupboard and he's completely naked! 

It's not even his fault, you sighed. You're the one carrying his repaired clothes- Damn it! You should've given him something to wear- you work in a costume shop for christ’s sake!

There, you continued to ramble on and on. Uttering something about an extra Santa costume. Suddenly, you gasped as Art pulled you closer towards himself.

Oh.

Seems like Art noticed your distraction and gave you something else to think about. Yes, he was naked but that didn't interest you when you knew you could lean into the tenderness of his sharp touch.

It ran through you- that burning, stinging sensation everywhere his skin touched yours. He was frozen. He kept pulling you closer into his chest like he needed you to survive. Like your warmth was addictive.

His arms wrapped around you like a snake while he tucked your legs between his thighs.

You looked up at him only to be met with the same shit-eating grin as last time.

What a pervert.

He was infectious. Once you had laid eyes on those disgusting tar black teeth and dark doe eyes, it was as if a command came over your soul. The corners of your lips unconsciously lifted into a smile. Maybe you would take advantage of this proximity for once…

Laying a quick peck on his bottom lip, you chuckled as you knew his facepaint had transferred to your own.

Art always knew how to make you laugh as he reared back to make an exaggerated shocked face. Quickly, he returned the offer by giving you a toothy grin before smashing his lips into yours.

Driving your bodies forward and away from the initial wall, Art bites your bottom lip as a plea for entry. Your back arches against the shelving as he pushes into the kiss. You let him- loving each and every second of pure bliss. 

His tongue explored every inch, every tooth, every surface. It felt like you two stayed like that for eternity. It was as if once you would open your eyes, the night would be long gone.

You winced when you were forced to pull yourself away- heaving large gasps for air. 

You couldn’t believe it. First thing you’re working a simple 9-5 and next thing you know you’re making out with the most infamous murderer in all of New York. The thought was enough to send a surge of energy rising through you.

But is this all? It’s been 3 whole years where you’ve spent countless nights fantasizing about and being subject to his mindless antics. 3 whole years. 

You swallow the lump in your throat as you turn back to Art, placing your palm against his hollow cheek. 

Whatever, you were happy to finally show your devotion to him at last…

As your lips hover over his, you gaze into his eyes. Pitch black with not a soul in sight, yet a carefulness he held while looking back at you. Back at you until… 

You felt a strange sensation graze against your thigh.

It was in the moment you learnt it was possible for the white clown to turn a subtle shade of pink. 

His eyes dodged down as he seemed to shuffle slightly further away. Choosing to hide in the shadows again, Art took a couple hefty steps backwards until all you could make out was the outline of his prominent features within the shadows.

“Oh shit..” you uttered under your breath. Art was hard. Oh my goodness, Art was hard and embarrassed. 

Weighing up the pros and cons, you quickly bit the bullet and made up your mind. You were going to take that risk even if it could cost you your life. Art was everything you wanted and more. He had been so helpful over the past few years, you thought he deserved a small favor in return.

Stepping across the small storage room, you land in front of him- placing your hands on his chest. His skin was frigid and without a pulse.

“I can help you with that,” you whisper into his ear.

Despite the quick shocked expression Art played with, it was as if you caught his sincerity for a second before he snaped back into miming an over-emphasized swooning motion; fanning himself with his hand before pretending to faint.

His eyes stare far into yours as if seeking reassurance before acting on his own accord.

You nodded. Falling to your knees, you steadied yourself with both hands holding onto his legs. 

There it was. 

While you had seen it plenty of times, you had never imagined it from this angle. It was ample in length and wide in thickness. The sight was enough to make your mouth water.

You carefully grip the base and work your hands up and down his shaft before placing it in your mouth.

Paying attention to every ridge and bump, you slide your tongue across his length. As you begin bobbing your head back and forth, you look up to find Art’s embarrassment is long gone.

His eyes are shut tight and his mouth gapes open like he's lost for words. (if he had any, that is)

While you pulled closer and closer towards the base of his cock with every thrust, Art put his hands on the crown of your head, pulling you further into him.

Sliding down your throat, you gagged as Art thrusted his shaft into the roof of your mouth. 

For someone so shy before, he’s taking control of this alot more than you expected..

Drool pools at the corners of your mouth, dribbling slowly down your chin. Art takes notice and drags his hand down to wipe it with his shaky thumb.

Fuck- he was so far down the back of your throat, you swore it was a miracle you were till breathing by now.

Thick white ropes coated the walls of your mouth. The action sent you bucking back as it forced you into a coughing fit. God was he bitter tasting.

He flung back before patting your head. It felt degrading- almost as if you were his pet in need of praise after completing a trick.

Lifting your gaze to look up at him, he sends back a dramatic shocked face before shifting to his usual wide grin.

As you stuck your tongue out, you chuckled before swallowing his seed.

*

Zipp! And that was the last of it. All that was left was to lock up the store and you were done. Your desk was cleaned, your repairs were finished and your clown friend was very happy. 

While you loved your job, you were terribly excited to finally go home and have a long rest (maybe even a sweet treat too)

You let out a chuckle as you watched the live footage displayed on the security cameras. Despite being colorless and grainy, the expression on Art’s face was clear as day. There, he waved into the camera- his face imitating the pure joy of a small child* in a candy store; with a large smile and immense energy radiating from him.

(*As pure as he can get considering he’s a murderous hell spawn, but we won’t talk about that…)

He tipped his tiny top hat towards the camera, then swiftly turned on his heels to face the exit.

Ding! Ding! Ding! The bell rang out as Art made his exit, and it was as if he had suddenly vanished.

You couldn’t wait for tomorrow… 

Maybe work could be a bit more exciting from now on, you thought.

[yuvany]

#LOVE IN THE AIR

𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍 and their date ideas𐙚

OT7 ENHYPEN x Female reader ;; CONTENT/WARNING(S) :: fluff + est relationship + kisses + not proofread. . . WORD COUNT . 964 ;; CHECK BOX !!

yu-note :: writer's block is kicking in again, and school work is piling up...

( reblogs + feedback always appreciated !! )

𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚 - KARAOKE

Serenades you as much as he can. Sings ballads, pop songs about love and some of his own music. You cheer him on and clap to the beat of the music and applaude after each round. He courtesy in a low bow in a joking manner before walking over to you, holding the microphone in front of him, asking you to sing this time. "I can't sing, Hee." You try to avoid the microphone that is getting closer and closer to you. "Don't lie, I've heard you sing in the shower, sweetie." You are embarrased by this and you feel your cheek turn red as you grip onto the handle. Heeseung chuckles and press a soft kiss to your cheek.

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚 - COOKING

He invited you over to his place. At first, he did most of the cooking as you watched him from the side lines, but you weren't complaining. Jay was certainly art to look at. Later though, he realises that he accidentally left you out. "baby, come here." He motions for you to stand beside him. "Yes?" You ask and he takes out a glass pan from the storage underneath the oven. "please layer the lasanga while I wash the dishes." Jay pats you on the back before walking over to the sink and letting the water run. When you're finished, you wait for him before putting it in the oven. Jay returns and sees that you've done an awesome job, and he rewards you with a kiss.

𝗦𝗜𝗠 𝗝𝗔𝗬𝗨𝗡 - POTTERY

Thought it would be nice as he likes doing new stuff. You entered the workshop with aprons on you, the instructor walked in and introduced herself, explaining the short agenda. After the short walk-through, you and Jake are left to experiment with the clay on your own. You decided to make a smll heart shaped pot with low edges to give to Jake, and he had a similar idea. As you knead into the clay and shape it into your desired form, you snatch glances at him with his tounge out and you can't contain your smile. The two of you paint them together, and then walk out of there proudly. "I think you'll like what I made." He says. "I think you'll like mine too." You reply.

𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙆 𝙎𝙐𝙉𝙂𝙃𝙊𝙊𝙉 - PHOTOGRAPHY

Sunghoon had already envisioned you as his model weeks before he finally asked you to go to a park with him. His hand let go of your waist as he sees a beautiful garden and asks if he could take a photo of you. "Here?" You ask, walking over to where he is pointing, he nods and picks up the camera that hung from his neck. "Now strike a pose, baby." You followed and heard the shudder of the camera go off. Sunghoon takes a look at it before smiling to himself. You are curious and walk over to him and try to sneak a glance at it. He sees this and shows you. "Let me take a picture of you now." You offer with a sweet smile and he nods. "I'm sure you'll do great."

𝗞𝗜𝗠 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗢𝗢 - DIY CRAFTS

Wanted to stay inside with blankets and pillows making a fortress around the two of you as you observe a youtube video on how to make a paper bouquet. Papers of different colours were scattered all over the floor with the ipad admist all the chaos. It felt like an impossible tast to finish, but Sunoo manages to do the difficult past faster than you, and you plead for him to do it for you as well. "Honey, pleasee." He eventually gives in with a roll of his eyes after rejecting it a couple of times. After creating the first flower, Sunoo accidentally scrunched the paper and gives up. "For you, my love." He hands you the single flower he made with a wide smile and the two of you burst into laughter.

𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗪𝗢𝗡 - CAFE HOPPING

It was initially a normal walk, but he spotted a new cafe that had opened and was itching to try it, so he pulled you along with him. The sound of a bell was heard upon entering the small atmosphere. He holds your hand as you two look at the menue by the register, and you tell him what you want to order, and he orders for you while you go and search for a seat. He finds you and shrug off his jacket and hangs it on his chair. "They also had your favourite here, so I ordered that as well, babe." Jungwon says and you nod. "Strawberry cake?" You question and he nods. "I heard that there's another popular shop a couple of minutes away from here, wanna go?" You see the excitement in his eyes, and can't tell him no.

𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗔 𝗥𝗜𝗞𝗜 - PAINTING

He is talented for sure. He invited you over to a workshop with him. His plan was to impress you with his talent, and you are indeed impressed by how well he can paint. If you're an artist yourself, Riki will sit and watch you in awe, his mouth hanging agape as he observes the brush sliding acorss the canvas. If you don't know how to draw or paint, worry not. He comes and saves you. Riki holds your hand that holds the brush and guides you through each step. When doing individual projects, he sneaks peaks at you from above the canvas and paints you a portrait of yourself. "I have a gift for you." He says, and you try to see what he's hidng behind his back, but he moves aside and hands you it before backing away shyly waiting for your reaction, "It's wonderful."

[animeshotsh]

Housing | Viktor x Jayce x Kid!Reader | Arcane ¤

Summary: Moving out its a pain.

Warnings: PLATONIC - Fluff - SFW - Grammar mistakes - More Viktor than Jayce - OFF CANON EVENTS - GN reader - Reader is nicknamed Spark -

Jayce groaned as he lifted the last box and left it inside the new living room. He could see the mess and was feeling tired already.

It was luck that Vi and Caitlyn were able to get off from work and help him and Viktor move.

When you met Vi you were scared of her, but Vi saw you as how her sister used to be. So she adapted soon to you. And in no time she had you in her arms.

Caitlyn was happy for her friend, nodding at the house and how you were taking Viktor's hand to show him around (even if Viktor himself did pick the house). Jayce just blushed but smiled feeling his heart bump quickly.

As night came the only two rooms that were ready were the bedrooms. The room destinated for home lab had all the things inside and was secured with a key. And the last room was left with half empy boxes.

The five of you were now eating some takeout, Vi, Caitlyn and Jayce did most of the talk while Viktor made sure you did not choke eating the delicious food.

"So, when its the weeding then?" Vi asked joking getting a caught from Jayce and an annoyed look from Viktor "I mean, you two have a kid already"

"Mom and dad married?" You asked now getting a soft pet from Caitlyn

"They are so cute" She said cleaning around your mouth

"They are" Viktor responded ignoring Vi question as she let herself fall on the chair in fake hurt.

~~~~~~~~~

The next days passed by moving boxes, getting rooms ready and just making the house feel like a home.

Your room was Jayce and Viktor first task at hand. It was big enought so you could also play there. When deciding the wall color Jayce said blue and Viktor said how it would make the room look sad.

Then Jayce suggested painting above a blue base, different shapes from animals to some of their own equations on the wall. Viktor had give it a long thought then decided it was a good idea.

Of course you also helped, adding your printed hand on the wall then asking Viktor and Jayce for the same.

It was a beautiful piece of art full of love.

They also decided to adds some lights to turn during the night in different shapes.

Moving to their own room was easier, they decided that a plain white wall was alright.

The storage room was full with boxes and things they needed to sort out.

Their home lab was a room secured with a key. So no, you could not enter on your own. They had smaller things there, but a big board and lots of notes and pappers filled the room within the first week. Jayce even decided to use the window to write down equations.

Viktor learned to love this home lab. He could leave his notes there and take them back at the Academy, was able to enjoy a nice breakfast while working there. And he could pass a good amount of time of the morning with Jayce and you.

He never once thought food could teast better when being in good company, no. His brain commanded his way of seeing life, even with his mother and later Jayce food was the same. And he did love both of them dearly.

But with you, running around, showing your draws, how you were slowly learning the alphabhet or how you would ask one of them something from a book they had gifted you.

He wanted to get his flavor sense checked, because why did now his coffee teast better? Why were these coockies so sweet? Was because you had fed him one? Why did dinner feel warmer and like a small party each night?

No, his mind could not understand. But he was happy and so were Jayce and You, so for him that was enought.

[marlynnofmany]

Predator Games

Our spaceship is generally pretty clean, with everything put where it belongs, so I carried the tall armload of supplies without worrying about where I put my feet. But just as I reached the open door of the main storage hold, something under my shoe squeaked.

I jumped back, managing not to drop anything as I whipped the stack sideways to get a look at whatever it was. My ears and foot had already decided that it was a dog toy, and my eyes agreed. Small, fuzzy and red, vaguely squirrel-shaped. Crinkly. With a squeaker inside.

I nudged it to the side of the passageway, wondering. We didn’t have a dog onboard. We did have a cat — my cat, technically — but I’d never bought her this. Did it get sent to us accidentally, stuck to the side of a box or something? Or did one of my alien crewmates buy it without telling me?

At any rate, my arms were too full to risk bending over now. I’d give the thing a closer inspection after I put away the spare bandages and soap, or whatever else was in here. I headed into the storage hold, expecting to find someone else unpacking the other boxes from the supply run.

Instead I found the pile of boxes unattended except for Telly the cat, who was mid butt-wiggle and ready to pounce. Since the door was already open, I didn’t make any noise loud enough to disturb her — she just flicked an ear in my direction and stayed focused on her quarry: something black that was sticking out from behind the largest crate.

In the time it took me to recognize that as the foot of one of my more insectlike crewmates, Telly sprang at it.

I made a garbled warning: That’s not a toy, that’s a foot, TRRILI’S foot; do not startle her; she’ll eat you!

But the foot zipped out of sight before Telly landed, leaving her to peer around the crate to see where it had gone. Before I could put down my armload and scoop her up, something unfolded from the shadows between two crates: a shiny black pincher arm that reached out stealthily to tap her on the hindquarters.

Telly jumped in feline surprise, then bolted at the hissing laughter that filled the air. She zipped out the door; I heard someone nearly trip over her in the hall. Still clutching my armload of supplies, I watched as my tallest and scariest crewmate got to her feet from what must have been an awkward position behind the boxes, still laughing.

I asked, “Were you playing with her?”

Trrili angled her antenna in disapproval, regarding me with large faceted eyes. “Predator games,” she informed me. “As is only proper.”

I set the boxes down on the floor. “Right. Of course. So did you buy her the dog toy?” I grabbed it from outside.

“That is a model fursqueak,” Trrili corrected me. “For hatchling warrior training.”

“I see,” I said, squeaking it experimentally. It still looked like a dog toy. Under Trrili’s glare, I considered my words carefully. “You know, if you roll something small across the floor, she’ll probably chase it.”

“Excellent,” Trrili said with dignity. “That will be the next game.”

I was going to ask something else, then I noticed a trio of parallel scrapes on Trrili’s left pincher arm, faint against the black exoskeleton. “Did she scratch you??”

Trrili lifted the arm with what looked like pride. “It was a magnificent jump. She is a mighty warrior.”

I had to agree. “Yes she is. You should see her chase a laser pointer.”

Trrili looked extremely interested. “Do tell.”

I described the time-honored cat enrichment device, made sure Trrili’s tiny wrist fingers were up to manipulating the human tool, then trotted off to get the one I had in my quarters. I made a mental note to buy another one before we left the station; there had been a couple shops likely to carry them. And Trrili would probably want to keep this one.

Maybe they even sell catnip, I thought. Though that’s a bit too lackadaisical for predator games. Wonder if I can find a remote-control mouse … but that would give Paint a heart attack if she ran into it. Crinkly toys, though; those could be the way to go.

This was only a minor detour from loading the supplies. Everyone knew it was important to keep the various predators entertained. I was looking forward to watching Telly chase things too.

~~~

These are the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book.

Shared early on Patreon! There’s even a free tier to get them on the same day as the rest of the world.

The sequel novel is in progress (and will include characters from these stories. I hadn’t thought all of them up when I wrote the first book, but they’re too much fun to leave out of the second).

[redtsundere-writes]

Date 2. Listening To Music

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Soldier!Reader

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Summary: You just want to help Ghost to stop harming himself… These aren't dates, okay?

Word Count: 2974 words.

TW: MNDI. Self-harm. Smut. Possessiveness and Jealousy.

Ghost hated that Price smoked so close to his bed. Although he was partly to blame for choosing the bunk closest to the window. Now and then he would catch the captain smoking with half his body out of the window to “avoid” stinking up the room, but it never worked. The smell reminded him of his father. His harsh laugh with the smoke escaping from his cruel lips. Ghost couldn’t stand it anymore, he had to get his anger out.

The hallways were dark, but Ghost already knew the way to the exit by heart. Walk out of the room until he reached the wall, then walk left along it and go down the second staircase that led directly to the reception and then the exit. His boots echoed against each metal step, he stopped halfway when he heard a second pair of boots. He turned around to find you following him, rubbing your eyes half asleep.

“Are you going to the gym?” You asked.

You were face to face, thanks to you being a few steps higher to compensate. Ghost looked away out of shame, he didn't want to admit what you already knew. His knuckles had already healed, and he was ready to destroy them again. You sighed as your suspicions were confirmed.

“Follow me,” you asked, passing by him to lead the way.

Since you had caught him red-handed, Ghost had no choice but to follow you. You followed the stairs until they reached the common room where the shared television was and some private offices to do work or make phone calls, although most soldiers used it for other things.

“I once told my father that I was depressed, and he just told me: 'You're not depressed, you just have a dirty room.' So I did. I left it spotless,” you told him as you led him to the storage room.

“Did it work?” Ghost asked curiously.

“No,” you answered honestly. “But at least I cried in a clean room.”

You opened the door with a mischievous little smirk. Ghost could already imagine what awaited him from that short story. On the other side was a messy world, filled with canned food, blankets, and cleaning products piled up on metal shelves. Sense and order had been thrown around, and now you had to find it.

“Tonight we’re going to clean and organize the entire storage room,” you explained.

“We?” Ghost arched an eyebrow under his balaclava.

“I have seen your locker, trust me, you’ll need help,” you told him, rolling up your sleeves to get started.

You both got to work. Ghost dusted the cans off and you stacked them. You separated the cleaning products by sections of use, while Ghost swept the cobwebs off the ceiling. You both folded the blankets so that they would be better accommodated on one of the upper shelves. The whole night passed by. You did not talk because there was not much to say. You had been working together for more than a year, so you were already comfortable with each other's silence.

You were labeling some cardboard boxes until you came across one that had “Lost and Found” written on it. Your curiosity got the better of you, and you opened it to discover what was inside. Old t-shirts, ridiculous keychains, an empty canteen, everything seemed relatively normal until you saw a relic.

“Hey, Ghost, check this out. I haven’t seen one of these in years!” You called out excitedly to show him a pill-shaped MP3 player with its respective headphones connected. “And it turns on!” Your eyes sparkled as the screen light up green.

You sat on the floor, your back against the shelf, to find out what kind of music it had. The owner of the MP3 really liked 80s rock. AC/DC, Journey, Tears for Fears are some bands he had in his small library. Ghost joined you curiously, stealing an earphone to share.

“This person has good taste,” you commented.

“Not bad,” Ghost shrugged. “Could have more metal in it.”

“Why am I not surprised?” You asked sarcastically.

It was to be expected. Ghost was in her forties, so he was born in the early 70s. He was at least 6 years old when the heavy metal craze started in the UK, he practically grew up with the genre. Simon probably had posters of his favorite bands in his room and his mom would yell at him to turn down the music when he was listening to the stereo.

“Oh, this is a great song,” you said excitedly as you heard the beginning of Don’t You by Simple Minds.

You let the song play while humming the song and moving your shoulders to the beat. Ghost looked at you out of the corner of his eye as he enjoyed the song in his own way, in complete silence. Unlike him, you weren’t afraid to express your likes or opinions. If you wanted to do something, you just did it without having a nagging little voice in your head telling you it was a bad idea. Sometimes you envy being able to be free even though neither of you were locked up.

The song ended, and you continued to look through the repertoire. You were surprised to see the ballad When a Man Loves a Woman by Michael Bolton was in it, as it didn't seem to fit in with the rest of the songs. You were about to skip it when Ghost's voice stopped you.

“Leave it. I want to listen to it”.

“I never thought you'd like ballads,” you commented surprised.

“I don't like them,” he replied.

“If you don't like it, why do you want to listen…?”. Your eyes shot open in realization. “It reminds you of someone!”. You exclaimed in eureka.

“Well…”. Ghost scratched the back of his neck. It was lucky his balaclava covered his flushed face.

“A partner?”. You asked curiously.

Unlike Soap, who talks as if he was on a forever podcast, Ghost never did, much less about himself. Approved topics of conversation were discussions of hypothetical cases, the weather, or missions. That Ghost was about to reveal a memory like that was unlocking a piece of the mysterious puzzle to discover who is Simon Riley.

“No,” Ghost replied. “It’s the song I lost my virginity to.”

If the shelf hadn’t been there, you would have fallen flat on your back. You gaped at him as he looked at you weirdly as if you hadn’t just confessed that he lost his virginity to one of the most romantic ballads of 1991.

“What?” Ghost asked.

“Who would have thought? You’re such a romantic!” You scoffed.

“Not at all.” He snorted, looking away in embarrassment. “We were in the car…”

“You lost your virginity in a car?!” You exclaimed, to which Ghost quickly covered your mouth.

“Shut up, you’re going to wake everyone on the base with your screams,” Ghost whispered to you angrily. For a second you had forgotten that it was 4 in the morning.

“It must be a great story,” you whispered, still excited.

“You really want to know?” You nodded excitedly. “Fine, but you better not tell anyone,” he threatened you.

“My lips are sealed,” you closed your mouth with an imaginary zipper.

Ghost sighed, he couldn’t believe he was about to tell you one of his most precious memories. Even though that annoying little voice in his mind begged him not to, he wanted to do it. He trusted you.

“Prom was coming up. There was a girl, Melanie, but back then she was ‘Fat Melanie.’ She was bullied every day at school.”

In high school, Simon was a lone wolf who was always on the lookout for his surroundings. He knew everything. He knew who the popular ones were, the bullies, and the victims of the popularity pyramid. The only reason Simon wasn’t among the victims was because he was 6’1” tall at 18 years old. Add to that the fact that he always had an “I’m going to kill you” face on, even if he was just thinking about what he was going to eat that afternoon. Most of his classmates were so scared of him that they thought he was going to shoot up the school at some point. Luckily, this is the UK and not the US, Simon didn’t have a gun… yet.

Melanie was one of the most frequent victims he bumped into because her locker was in the same hallway as his. She was the one bullies picked on the most for having good grades and being fat, since this was the 90s and anti-bullying campaigns didn’t exist back then.

One day, a scream of excitement broke out in the hallway. Simon poked his head out of his locker to see the source of the loud sound. It was Melanie who had just received an anonymous love letter. Then he heard one of the bullies holding back his laughter, hiding behind a pillar like the fox from Dora the Explorer. Simon didn't need any more evidence to know that it was a practical joke.

Apparently, the love letter turned out to be a hateful essay on how the poor girl must kill herself to have loving parents who gave her double helpings of dessert after dinner. Melanie ended up in a sea of ​​her own tears while the bully mocked her in her face. Simon closed his locker to take a cigarette out of his pocket. He placed it on his lips and lit it in an attempt to remove himself from the situation. He was going to continue on his way, ignoring everything as always. It wasn't the first time he saw Melanie cry, he had more important things to worry about at the moment.

The other students watched the scene with some emotion at the absurd spectacle. A group of friends whispered that they felt sorry for her, which Simon thought was hypocritical. “Damn cowards…” That thought made him stop dead in his tracks. He was not a coward.

“Who would take an elephant like you to prom?” The bully mocked, cornering poor Melanie against her own locker.

The smile faded when Simon grabbed him by his leather jacket and slammed him hard against the lockers to get him out of his way. Melanie stopped crying confused at not understanding why a stranger was helping her, better yet, why a cute boy was helping her. Simon, despite his unfriendly face, was attractive in his own way. Unruly dirty blonde hair, chocolate eyes, sharp features and lips that she wanted to kiss because he was her hero. Simon took the cigarette out of his lips and blew the smoke out carelessly.

“Wanna go to prom with me, yes or no?” Simon asked her directly.

“Wait, wait… Is that how you asked her?” You asked, offended for Melanie, interrupting the story.

“Yeah, what’s wrong?”

“Ghost, I’ve seen you interrogate terrorists with more tact than that,” you explained.

“I was never good at that kind of thing, but whatever. She said yes.” He shrugged.

“Obviously she was going to accept. You were her consolation prize, even though she knew you were asking her out of pity.”

“I mean, she was pretty. Blonde, green eyes, a nice smile, she was just…”

“Fat?” You raised an offended eyebrow.

“Short. She barely reached my chest,” Ghost corrected.

“Oh.”

Simon didn’t plan on going to the prom, as he didn’t have money for it. So in less than a week he got the tickets by doing some odd jobs around the neighborhood, bought a black suit at a thrift store, borrowed a neighbor’s car in exchange for some handyman work, and stole some pink roses from a hotel garden.

After the neighbor gave him some advice on how to behave like a gentleman, Simon went to pick up Melanie at her house. Luckily, the roses matched her dress that looked like a cotton candy cloud. Her mother was impressed with the boy who asked her sweet daughter to prom. She forced them to pose for a picture while her father glared him.

Simon thought he would hate prom, but he had a good time. They took their yearbook photo, the band was good, and no one bothered them all night. Melanie was forcing him to dance, even to the slow songs as if they were dating. Since he had invited her, he had no choice but to please her. After all, it was only for one night.

It turns out that some idiot poured whiskey into the fruit punch without anyone noticing, so Simon and Melanie were waiting in the parking lot for the alcohol to go down so they could go back to their houses safely. The radio was on the love station (Melanie's choice). Ghost doesn't remember how it happened exactly, but one moment they were chatting and a second later, she already had her hand on his crotch.

Luckily, his kind neighbor had put condoms in the glove compartment in case this exact situation happened. Simon helped her into the backseat, so the magic could begin. They kissed like idiots because neither of them had ever done it before. They undressed as best they could in the square meter they were in. It was obvious what was going on because the car shook like a bouncy house, the windows were fogged up, and When a Man Loves a Woman was playing at full volume.

Simon drove Melanie home with her hair a mess, her elaborate dress placed wrong, and her lipstick ruined. Melanie kissed him on the cheek goodbye as soon as he opened the car door for her. She was about to get in her house when she shouted:

“This was the best night of my life!”

“I don’t know why that affected me so much. I stood there like an idiot watching her get in when I really wanted to tell her that it was also the best night of my life,” Ghost told you as soon as the song ended.

“Please tell me that you later became a couple, got married, had three children, and adopted a dog,” you begged him in the face of the adorable story.

“After graduation, I never saw her again.” You groaned at such a disappointing ending. “The last thing I heard from her is that she moved to London to study at university.”

“You never looked for her?” You asked, hopeful of a possible sequel.

“No. After high school I went to work at a butcher shop, and then I joined the army, so I lost contact with a lot of people.”

“How sad,” you murmured.

“Why is it sad?”

“Because it was obvious that you liked each other, and could have been a nice couple.”

“Sometimes there are people who are only destined to be a nice memory.” Ghost sighed.

“You're right.” You pressed your back against the shelf, careful that the earphone didn't come out of your ear. “Although I can't imagine you dancing to a slow song, I can't even imagine myself doing it.” 

“Have you never danced to a slow song?” Ghost asked you, surprised. You shook your head. “It's not that hard” He said before standing up.

“What are you doing?” You arched your eyebrow confused.

“I'll teach you” Ghost took your hands to help you up.

“Are you serious?” You asked, unable to believe it.

Ghost took the MP3 from you to play When a Man Loves a Woman again. He placed the earphone in your ear again so that both of you could listen to the song. One of his calloused hands pulled you by the waist to hold you close to his body, while the other wrapped around your hand. He ordered you to put your free hand on his shoulder and, like a good subordinate, you did.

“Now what?”.

“Just follow me,” Ghost whispered to you.

“Yes, sir,” you responded in the same way.

Ghost moved his feet from side to side, in a back and forth motion that went from his feet to his shoulders. You just followed his steps with a certain stiffness since this was your first time dancing so close to someone. He was right, it wasn't that hard when he was in control. The seductive sound of the guitar and the relaxed rhythm of the drums made you melt into your partner's body. You rested your head on his chest. One ear listened to the music and the other, the addictive rhythm of his heart inside his strong chest.

Ghost smiled at the warmth of your body. He placed his chin on your head as you slowly turned around the small place you shared in the world. He closed his eyes for a second to pretend you were in an elegant living room with a giant chandelier lighting your steps when in reality you were in a storage with a bare wire spotlight. Nothing mattered beyond the fact that Ghost enjoyed having someone to protect in his arms.

The MP3 player died in the middle of the ballad. With no music playing in the background anymore, you pulled away from each other. His hand longed for your touch as soon as you moved your hand away. You stretched your arms with a yawn, you were already sleepy after snuggling into his chest.

“I think I’ll go to sleep now,” you whispered.

“I’ll finish here,” Ghost offered.

You said goodnight to each other and left the storage to return to your bunk bed. Ghost took out his earphone, wrapped the cord around the MP3 and put it in his pocket. It had been a good night. He didn't hurt himself, he danced with a cute girl and found his old MP3 player.

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[claraswritings]

Carved with Love

Pairing: Gally x reader

Warning: nothing much, bit of kissing at the end, friends to lovers, it’s short.

Note: This was inspired by the Gally mood board and blurb by @elioas-diel which gave me an idea of a blurb where Gally makes things for the reader and they realise they like each other 🥰

****

The first time Gally made something for you, it had been small, a fix for something that had been bothering you.

You’d made a brief comment that one of the tables in the serving station for food was wonky. Gally had been one table over, sitting with the builders, not really listening to them. He’d been entirely focused on you.

“Why’s Gally staring” you commented to Frypan at the time.

“That’s just Gally.” Your friend and fellow cook had told you. “He stares a lot to try work people out, either that or maybe he wants you to join the builders”

You snorted “Yeah right”

The idea of you joining the builders, usually tall and muscular, had you both laughing and you’d quickly forgotten about the wonky table comment.

The next day, Gally had turned up with an oddly cut small cube and told you “It’s nothing it’s just an off-cut that fit,” he shrugged lifting the table with ease and slotting it under fixing the wonky table in seconds.

A few weeks later it was a shelf for your ingredients in the cooks hut lowered to your height

‘Saves Clint and Jeff the hassle if you fall off that damn stool you stand on again’ Gally had been quick to explain when you’d thanked him again, saying it was perfect. He’d walked off quickly not wanting you to see the blush that was rising up his neck.

****

“I think we’ve discovered Gally’s soft spot” Frypan commented as he spun a spice rack Gally had dropped off earlier. He turned and looked pointedly at you.

“Me?” You pulled a face and pointed at yourself completely incredulous at your friend’s statement. “Why would Gally have a soft spot for me?”

“I dunno but he’s always doing stuff for you.” He added “Never seen him anywhere near here before you arrived but now he’s always hanging around, putting up shelves or building stuff and talking to you.”

“He’s a builder that’s what he does.” You insisted back

“…I don’t think Gally even knew what a spice rack was until he started looking for stuff to make… for you.”

“Come on Fry, he’s just being…nice.”

“Since when did Gally do nice? Remember whatever that little thing was he dropped off two weeks ago”

“The little flower? I was unwell! He was trying to make me feel better” you flushed. It was a little carved sunflower and truth be hold you’d loved it. You’d kept it with you and Frypan had only found out when you’d emptied your pouch looking for something.

“Hang on…what?” Newt who was standing nearby was now interested coming over to join in your conversation. “Gally gave you a little flower?”

“Yeah, a little wooden sunflower.” Frypan said looking pointedly at you “her favourite flower.”

“Gally? Gally of all people…whittled you a little flower?” Minho had over heard your conversation and joined in. The idea of the stubborn, hot-headed keeper of the builders, all broad shoulders and grumpy, making you a wooden flower amused your fellow Gladers.“I think he’s sweet on you” he said and you rolled your eyes

“Shut up, Minho” you playfully pushed him. “He’s just being nice.”

“I don’t see him making a little flower for Zart when he was unwell.” Newt added “also it’s Gally. He does grumpy, stubborn and hot headed. He doesn’t really do nice…”

“Is he your type then?” Minho teased “Do you like them tall and…” he thought of a way to describe their fellow Glader in a neutral way and opted for “brooding” causing Newt and Frypan to laugh.

“Shut up.” You stressed again, ignoring the creeping thoughts in your head.

It would carry on like this. A little heart shaped box (he’d insisted to Newt that it was only shaped like that because ‘girls like that sort of thing’), a vase, and a storage box until it came to his most ambitious project yet.

It was a rocking chair. You’d always liked to sit and watch when it rained in the Glade. It was a quirk Gally had noticed about you and found it weirdly endearing.

When he’d asked why you were sitting on the ground one time, you’d told him you found it relaxing.

“I like watching the rain” you’d said from your dry shelter. “It’s relaxing.”

Gally had been a little unconvinced but when you’d patted the ground next to you, he’d been unable to stop the little flip his stomach did and had tried not to look too eager when he dropped down next to you.

He’d spent two hours just sitting with you and talking and you’d been right. The rain was relaxing…and it had given him the idea.

****

Within the week he’d made you a little rocking chair. It was beautiful. Carved out of wood and polished perfectly, he’d cut out a pattern looping up the arms and along the side of the

“Thank you” you gasped and before you could stop yourself you launched into his arms. He’d caught you on instinct and held on to him tightly. Without thinking, Gally put his arms around you and squeezed, hugging you tightly.

When you pulled back just looked at you a little dazed

“Oh shit… sorry…” you started to apologise and stopped when you realised, one: he wasn’t yelling and two: he’d hugged you back.

“Uh…do that again?” He cleared his throat.

You smirked “you want me to hug you again.”

“Yeah I mean, if you want. It was nice” he tried to brush it off but the blush creeping up his neck gave away his real feelings. He loved it when you complimented his work, it meant more from you and now that you’d hugged him, he felt like he was floating but still didn’t want to push his luck or give away too much.

You moved closer to him, filled with a little more confidence and wrapped your arms around him. Gally pressed you close to him, holding you tight against his chest with one arm as his other hand worked its way into your hair.

As you looked at him, his eyes met yours and said all you needed it to. You pressed on tiptoes, his smile, the one that you’d realised he only ever had around you, giving you the last push of courage you needed.

You pressed your lips to his cheek and before you could pull back he turned his head, catching your lips with his. The kiss started gentle and sweet until he started tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth.

Gally scooped you up in one, sitting himself on the chair and placing you in his lap. He broke away only to brush your hair back off your face and pull you in to a more passionate, open mouth second kiss.

“That’s one way to thank me sweetheart” he smirked, although you could see in his eyes, he was only teasing, his tone was soft. “If that’s how you thank me, I think you owe me a few more kisses”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Do I now?” You teased back, your hand tracing his jaw “think you’ve got time now?”

“For you sweetheart? I’ve got all the time in the world” he said moments before he pulled you into another kiss

[chilling-seavey]

Mommy's little shadow going into your room and finding your and George's shoebox that has your *special* little toys

🫣 omg yes don't turn your back on her for even a second

(mumma's little shadow first appeared here...and this idea also reminds me of this blurb of her big brother when he was little—)

You're fluttering between the bedrooms upstairs, changing sheets and sorting laundry and putting a vacuum over the floors. As always your daughter is proudly following after you from room to room with that little jingle bell tied to her shoes. She's a really good walker now at two-years-old but it's always handy to know where she is especially with you preoccupied with chores. George is downstairs with your five-year-old son, likely playing with him in the living room with a full toy boy full of little toy cars.

As you're making the bed in your primary bedroom, your daughter plops herself on the floor with her toy bunny to busy herself as you tidy. She is always quite good at entertaining herself and as long as you're within eyesight, she's content. You finish making the bed and move to take the next set of clean sheets to its appropriate room but your daughter is busy with her bunny so you leave her for now; keeping an ear out for the jingle of that bell on her foot. You won't be long anyway.

With you out of the room for just a moment, your daughter, still sitting on the floor of your bedroom, is about to get up to follow you when she notices a small box tucked under your bed. To a toddler's eye, it looks a lot like a gift box, so of course she would want to open it. Shuffling silently on her bum across the floor, she reaches the side of the bed and reaches over to pull it out and open the lid.

Many colourful things in many odd shapes stare back at her from inside the box. She rifles through the objects, lifting a few to look at here or there, and then placing them on the floor around her. Suddenly, her little eyes were captivated by the black stick donning a cute heart shape at the end. The toddler was sure she just found the most perfect fairy godmother wand known to mankind.

The sound of the jingle bell catches your attention and you peek your head out of your sons room just as your daughter gets to the top of the stairs. Nothing appears out of the ordinary to you, figuring she was just going downstairs to play with George.

"Go down on your bum please!" you call out to her, just to make sure she wouldn't take a tumble.

She makes it to the bottom having taken the stairs slowly down on her bum and then she rushes into the living room where her father and brother were sitting and playing on the rug. With a sweet grin, she waves her newfound wand at her distracted father.

Then, in her little voice, she babbles out a, "Bibbity bobbity boo!"

George tears his eyes away from playing with your son to smile at his sweet little girl with her magic wand. For a second, he thinks nothing of it, cooing to her, "Oh are you a fairy princess?"

But the second his brain registers the black leather of the paddle whip in her hand, his face is draining of colour.

"Oh my God—" George scrambles up from the floor and gently pries the leather paddle whip from her tiny hand, "No, no, where did you find this, sweetheart?"

"Mama box!" the little girl replies proudly.

George calls for you as he scoops up the little girl and carries her upstairs. You meet him in the upstairs hallway, concerned at the panic in his voice, only to be met with him holding out the whip. No words had to be spoken.

The two of you then find your bedroom floor scattered in your adult toys and George is sure he's about to die of embarrassment. From his arms, as you hurriedly put everything back in the box, your daughter points down to the leather cuffs in your hand and squeals, "Bracelet!"

"No." you and George reply firmly at the same time.

A locking storage box is ordered on Amazon that very same night.

[ashs-nerd-den]

Studyblr prompt Week 1 - My Study space

I usually study either my desk or by bed, but nobody is seeing my bed on here, and I did up my desk at the start of the summer to make it ADHD friendly, which I have been dying to show off, so this is the perfect opportunity to do so.

The peg board is not only aesthetically pleasing, it is an ADHD saviour. The clear storage means that I can actually see stuff so that way I dont forget that they exist. The pretty notebooks add the aesthetic which draws me in to study and makes it seem more appealing to my brain.

The temporary dumping box is where I throw things when I don't have the energy to put them away because it prevents mess and when I do have the energy, I don't have to pick everything up around the room because they're all in 1 spot.

A lot of people put up pictures of their goals, like their dream university, or the exam results that they want. I put up pictures of my grandparents (that's what's behind the hearts). If I turn out even 1% as amazing as any of them, I will die happy, because they are the most incredible people ever. I'm considering shuffling things around a bit so I can put up a picture of one of my aunties because she is beyond amazing and she is currently doing her masters in psychology (the field I want to go into) while raising her kids and being a carer. I don't use Pinterest for inspiration, my family is more than inspirational enough for me. I could go on for hours about how extraordinary each of them are, but I'll save yous the time.

The water bottle hole was probably for a pen holder, but neither of my pen mugs fit and it gives me a designated place to put my drink so that I don't forget about it, which is good because last time I checked humans need water and not just lucozade and coffee.

There are even more highlighters in the drawer because they are one of my special interests and I love them (I have more in my school pencil case and a full pencil case of highlighters)

Everything is visible with no covering or lids because I will forget that they exist. Adhd object impermance is a BIG thing in my house, and when I say big, I mean it.

The tumb tacs and paper clips are once again part of a stationary special interest that I have had since I was around 8

The different shaped sticky strips and sticky speech bubbles are for annotating things in a way that gets my brain to actually want to look at it. You might be recognising a recurring theme here. If it isn't right infront of me and looks fun, my brain doesn't cooperate.

The day planner is because I want to try to work out a way to do bullet journaling that works for ADHD. Like the way that it was originally created for. But all of the resources are aimed at neurotypicals and nobody can find resources on how to us it for ADHD anymore, even though that was the whole purpose of them (this is not hate towards any neurotypicals that use them, this is hatred of the fact that so many of our resources get shared to neurotypicals and then we lose access to them)

This was longer and more rambly than intended, but I'm both mentally and physically exhausted so I'll probably edit this tomorrow because once it goes into the drafts, it never comes out.

[mohavesun]

You see his parked car as you enter the back door of the Pizzeria. It was unlocked, which is something you weren’t quite expecting. Mike must not have locked it yet. With a quick glance at your watch, you think of his shift. It’s just a few minutes after midnight, when his shift starts. He must be running slightly late, or perhaps he simply forgot to lock the door. 
Either way, you pushed it open, the heaviness of the door creaking as you stepped inside. The hallways were lined with photos, posters, even drawings, and the smell? The smell was strange; It wasn’t exactly clean, but it was kind of a mixture of bleach and pizza layered with dust. He had gotten the job on a whim, in an old and decrepit pizza place. It certainly was weird, but Mike was desperate for a job.
You held a bouquet of roses and sunflowers in one hand, and a box of homemade heart-shaped brownies in the other. Hopefully he remembered it was your 3 month anniversary.

(anyone else’s josh hutcherson obsession come back with the fnaf movie or is that just me)

contents/warnings: 18+!! nsfw, porn with a crumb of plot, overstimulation if you squint. reader is afab, no pronouns used, no use of y/n.

You weren’t sure how you ended up with the flowers and brownies on the floor of the security office, and you certainly weren’t sure how you ended up pressed against Mike in the storage closet. 
You breathed slowly, steadying yourself. 
Mike stood behind you in uncomfortable silence, awkwardly trying to move, causing something in the closet to shift, making a slight clanging noise. 
“Mike!” You hissed between your teeth, urging him to stay still. 
You were pressed against the door, your rear against his groin. The closet was full of useless tools and other miscellaneous objects, so full that you could barely fit with the tall man behind you. 


Leaving the closet wasn’t an option. You could hear the distant footsteps of an animatronic not too far from the door. 
You held your breath, slightly shifting against him. 
He inhaled sharply. “Don’t—“ He groaned, “Please, stop moving.”
You whispered back, “If I stay pressed against this door, it’ll open, I have to!”
You felt something poking your thigh, followed by Mike trying to shift backwards once again, but only making a vacuum nearly tip over. He grabbed it, his other hand on your lower waist, attempting to steady the both of you.


“Michael!“ You whispered, stilling yourself as you heard footsteps growing closer. 
You could barely breathe. 
The footsteps were heavy and loud, thunder against the linoleum. 
Your attention switched back to the poking sensation on your inner thigh. Almost as if on queue, Mike let out a soft exhale, a sigh on the brink of a whimper. 


With a rising heat in your stomach, you realized what was happening. You became suddenly and acutely aware of Mike’s hot breath against your neck. The footsteps slowly faded, thankfully, because you decided to crane your neck to look at the man behind you. 
“What’s going on down there?“ You whisper teasingly. 
Mike’s jaw clenched, his hands tensing on your waist. “Shit.”
You slowly shifted your weight against him, pressing against the tent in his pants. 
He bit his lip, closing his eyes, stifling a slight moan. “You’re doing this now?”
“I really can’t think of a better time to do this,” you retorted, your hands drifting to his. 
He pressed a long kiss into the corner of your mouth—it was all he could reach in the complicated position. 


“Is that why you wore that skirt I like so much, then?” Mike breathed, pressing his nose against the crook of your neck. “Exposing yourself for me?”
You felt the rising sensation grow more intense, your legs shifting uncomfortably underneath you. You bit your lip as Michael’s hands found their way to your hips, slowly drifting lower onto your thighs, and hitching up your skirt. 


The stuffiness of the closet was almost unbearable. It was hot, the air was thick and heavy, almost as heavy as Mike’s breathing as he unbuckled his belt, letting it hang at his sides. He muttered under his breath. “We’re about to die anyways. Might as well come out and say it.”

You turned to look at him, only for his lips to crash onto your own. He muttered incomprehensible words between your lips, most of them curses. “God—Damn, you’re so…” He breathed heavily. “Fuck, fuck, I…”
You palmed the erection in his jeans, feeling it throb under your hands. 
Michael finally worked up the courage to say, “Fuck, I love you.”
You stopped, and your boyfriend stared at you in almost disbelief. “You… Wait, what?”
“I… Uh, sorry. It just came out, I…” Mike swallowed hard, moving his hands from your hips to buckle his belt again, figuring he just killed the mood.

“Michael,” You reached behind you, grabbing his hands and placing them on your thighs, “I love you.”

Mike’s breaths quickened, his mouth finding it’s way to the sweet spot on your neck. His left hand squeezed your thigh, the right one exploring your chest with a newfound velocity. 
He mumbled words into your neck, “Fuck, I love you, I’ll show you how much I… God, you’re so…”

His hips bucked against your ass, grinding against you with ferocity you hadn’t seen in him. Wetness gathered between your thighs, spreading to his jeans, the friction nearly driving both of you insane.

It all came to halting standstill when his watch began beeping. 
“It’s… It’s 6.” Mike huffed, his hands leaving your side and clicking his watch. “My shifts over.” 
He buckled his belt with shakey hands, and you groaned. “Fuck.” You fixed your hair before exiting the closet. 
Walking back to the office, where you stood a moment longer, you picked up the flowers. You turned, seeing Mike still eying you like prey. Hunger lingered in his gaze, his lips slightly parted as his eyes raked over your figure, before landing on your face.
“Fuck it.” Mike breathed, taking off his belt, lifting you up and setting you on the table. 
“Mikey—“ You yelped, silenced by his mouth on yours. His hands unbuttoned his pants, dropping them to just below his knees. His throbbing erection made your mouth water, the familiar heat in your core growing even hotter than before. 


Before you could even register what happened, he pushed your panties to the side and rubbed his tip against your slick, breathing almost feverishly. He buried his face into your neck, sucking and biting, murmuring some words into your skin. 
“Michael! Mike—“ You groaned, biting back your cries (and failing miserably). 


He suddenly pushed as deep as he could inside of you, pulling out and thrusting again at a harsh and deep pace. He was far more excited than you had ever seen him. 
Mike huffed into your neck, before slamming his face into yours. He moaned into your mouth, “I—Love you,” he groaned, slapping noises filling the office.

His pace grew sloppy, his hips stuttering against you and slapping against your inner thighs. It didn’t take long for you to reach your high, tightly clenching around him, causing him to choke on his words and gurgle some incomprehensible sentences. Your eyes screwed shut, letting out a shaky moan, you lost yourself in the pleasure rippling through your body, sweat covering every inch of your body.

Mike didn’t let up, still thrusting into you, chasing his own pleasure. “I—I love you. I love…” He interrupted his sentence with a moan, “Say my name. Please, tell me you love me,” He moaned again, his mouth sealing on your neck. 
“Fuck—Fuck, Michael, I love you. I love you more than anything in the goddamn world, Mike, please, come for me, I love you—“ 
He a stuttering groan, he finally let himself loose, spilling inside of you, hips still thrusting to milk every drop out of him.

He slowly dragged his dick out of you, giving you one last sloppy kiss. “Oh, my god…” He whimpered, weakly pulling his underwear and jeans back up. “That was…”
“Shit.” You breathed, wrapping your arms around him as your caught your breath. For a moment, he simply held you there, panting and trying to gain back a semblance of energy. Despite his scruff pricking against the side of your neck, you held him as well, taking in his sandalwood cologne and the smell of sex filling the air.

[pointelleprincess]

My bedroom is a sacred place now ♡

tips for a more coquette bedroom ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩

𝜗𝜚 loads of tapered candles especially hand painted or decorated with ribbon ᡣ𐭩 ྀིྀ

𝜗𝜚 place doilies everywhere it adds so much character to the room

𝜗𝜚 add lace to shelves for that extra touch

𝜗𝜚 dainty floral sheets

𝜗𝜚 start a collection of vintage plush hangers for your wardrobe

𝜗𝜚 get a vanity preferably one with some vintage charm

𝜗𝜚 vintage floral or heart shaped picture frames with black and white photos of loved ones or aesthetic icons

𝜗𝜚 use vintage baskets or hat boxes for extra storage

𝜗𝜚 start a small collection of charming dolls and or stuffed animals

𝜗𝜚 adorn your windows with lace curtains

𝜗𝜚 tie ribbon and lace absolutely anywhere and everywhere you can

𝜗𝜚 display your favorite clothing pieces

𝜗𝜚 put lots of love into your space ₊˚⊹♡

[thank-you-doggo]

"Its for You." (Finding Frankie OC POV Story) {Pt 1}

You are a contestant. The last contestant alive out of 19, yikes. You have been fighting for your life for the last 5ish hours in the hell that is Frankieveres Fantasia Wonderland, having entered in the "After dark" Program. You have yet to hear from this "Frankievere" either, probably for the best. Its hard to really say if youve genuinely felt adrenaline rushes of fear and excitement like this before. Youve been wandering around trying to figure out where to go in the ginormous establishment and you eventually find your way into "The Calle Centre." And you see plenty of artwork and cutouts of the goon that resides there. "Davi ""Henric"" Dial". You observe the cutouts of the giant phone man for longer then youd like to admit, certainly is the more extravagantly colorful one. Theres a nice smell of perfume and entrances you from somewhere, smelt expensive, much better than the smells of death from the surrounding bodies all around... You quickly figure out that theres no direct way into Davis domain, but you do find a vent that lead to his actual area, an escape room called "Daring Dance with Davi Dial." You crawl through said vent and see down into Davis room, it looked dark, and had freezing cold air all around for atmosphere. You crawl through and get lost in thought, you wonder if Davi will be friendly or not, you really hoped so. You reach the end of the vent and are brought into a warm storage room with all types of Davi themed stuff, and you open a door that went into the actual shebang. Its dark and cold, freezing cold, and you find some phone boxes and decide to mess with them, they didnt do anything, they seemed to be jammed? And you shrug and just start fumbling around with every single one you see in hopes to get a noise out of them, yeah no, thats not gonna fly. You quickly find Davi, and oh LORD hes MASSIVE, it genuinely caught you off guard from how giant the phone man was, standing at a towering 20'9 and currently rubbing his aching phone shaped head. Gritting his teeth and growling, the grits form his teeth grinding made rainbow sparks come out. Hes shaking with can be only anger. And he finally notices your presence, uh oh. "You!!!" He snarls and he whips his head around, followed by his large lanky body. "Youre the one doing this to me, arent you!? You keep ringing these phones!!" He huffed as he stomped his foot in fury on the floor, you back away and put your hands up, you didnt know it would piss him off this much, this results in you getting pursued, scratched and almost getting your head bashed in with the actual phone of Davis head, that would be a headache youd never recover from. You quickly get cornered in this maze of a place, and Davi grabbed you by your wrist and hoists you up by your arm, holding you tight with cold claws. And his teeth were a little too close to your face. "Im sick of you contestants...Ill make sure you never see that precious 30 million..!" He says bitterly. Youre horrified, and you flinch, and your free arm juts out suddenly and makes contact with the phones forehead, right on the heart on Davis forehead. Unlike the rest of him, the heart was immediately warming up to your touch, glowing in a gentle pink. Everything stops. You open your eyes and see Davis looking just as puzzled as you were, youre supposed to be dead, but youre not. You look where you hand was, right on the heart on his face, youre aware he usually doesnt like being touched, but hes not exactly rejecting your touch. And so, since this seems to be working, you keep it there, you can tell his "skin" was smooth, with a glittery kinda feeling. You gently and slowly move your hand across his head, he gives you a look, his lip would twitch occasionally but when your hand got to his chin, what you would call the Danger zone, you feel the shape of another heart underneath, and you could see his sharp look seems to soften, his shoulders sorta relax and there's an exhale, and his eyes close, and he seems to relax a little. Holy moly how are you alive rn.

Youre flabbergasted, how on earth are you doing this right now? You feel yourself sliding out of his grip, guess hes touch starved? And youre feet touch the ground again and you kinda just...keep petting him, youre slowly getting giddy, you feel like a Disney Princess right now lmao. You rub his left cheek with your thumb, trying to see how far you could go without him snapping out on you, you kinda had to stand on your tip toes, but he was already crouched down, his long spring neck giving him plenty of leeway to be forehead-level with you. He leans into your hand on his cheek. You realize hes the source of the perfume smell, wonderful. His threatening smile had wavered and was more wavey, wiggly. And he leans a little closer to you, and his face melts into a kinda gleeful look, and he slowly starts arching his body a little to be more comfortable whilst looming over you. He holds your wrist that was rubbing his cheek with his claws and he even snuggles your hand, leaving you totally gobsmacked.

"That...that.. feels...pretty damn nice...~" He says gently through a kind of mumble, you realize his mouth doesnt physically move all that much. Fine by you, hes calm now apparently, the hearts on his forehead and chin glow with the stars on his body too, even his painted on cheeks start glowing too. You wish you could film this, but youll just ingrain this into your memory from here on, you move slowly and try to be brave, your hearts still in your throat though, Hes oddly cute like this. Despite being a giant killer phone that could easily destroy you, hes pretty cute. How am I alive right now?" You say to yourself inturnally.

"Briiiiiing...Briiiiiiing...~" Its coming from Davi, slow rings. Rumbly almost. "Oh my gosh, holy... hes purring, oh my god hes purring." You say as your eyes go wide.

[marigold-hills]

Dunes & Waters, part 26

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“We need to go to Lycopolis,” Sirius says, “maybe the British left something there. The Box must have a key, there’s always one somewhere.”

It’s a week until the full moon. Remus already feels it pulling at the edges of him. Wants to cocoon himself in bed with a nest of blankets and warmth, to tell Sirius next week, please, but he can’t. Sirius is already gracious enough not running away screaming. Remus won’t put the setbacks of his conditions on him as well.

Not when he’s already keeping him from his family.

Remus didn’t really consider that, before. Should have, probably, because most people have someone that waits for them. A parent or a brother or a best friend – and Sirius has them all, of course he does, the person he is. (Wonderful, caring, charming.) and he’d told Remus, at the very beginning, he said I miss my family but somehow the meaning of it didn’t really hit.

It is a fear, a violation, to be found out through the Registry like he was, but can he begrudge the Potters? No. One of their own was off in a foreign country, being kept in that foreign country, even once they got him free. Of course they’d want to know who it was, doing the keeping.

There’s a young bell boy at the hotel they trust not to say anything about Ziggy (because he hasn’t, the many times he’s seen him). Remus gives him payment – or a bribe – to feed the cat the two days they’ll be gone. They pack lightly.

Segin al-Kom is three Apparition jumps north from where they were in Aswan. The very heart of the Nile Delta, it’s surrounded by a shock of green fields cultivated at the sites of the annual flood. It’s a living connection to history – the same land and the same water, cyclically allowing for life to grow, since before Osiris was worshipped here.

They find a small hotel. They arrive early, so the room won’t be ready for a few hours, but the concierge lets them leave their bags there ahead of time so they can travel unburdened.

Sirius takes a look at Remus, and insist they go to eat first. He buys a book of crosswords from the hotel shop (“I need my routine, Remus!”). Seems to be into them more than Remus is by now, and getting better too.

It’s more joy watching him solve them than Remus ever felt doing them alone. (It’s better to smell tea when Sirius drinks it, to see sunlight change shapes with passing time if it falls on his hair, to eat sticky-sweet pastries when Sirius eats them, too.)

The Museum is small, as they tend to be in places the British had stripped of all their historical artefacts. It’s run by muggles, without a Wizarding counterpart. Remus is a bit worried about that – had they had an in, Kingsley could always get them into the back rooms, the storage, the hidden things not presented to the general public. He hopes his Oxford university credentials are enough to get them some leeway.

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miya twins week day 5: birthday

sakusa and suna sit across from each other at a café with pastel walls, fairy lights strung overhead, heart-shaped cushions for every seat, and enough plants to shame the nearby forests of osaka.

“so.” suna takes a sip of his espresso. “we need a plan.”

“yes.” sakusa mirrors him with his own oat vanilla latte. “we do.”

there’s a month until the twins’ birthdays. it’s a multi-occasion affair, where they throw a huge party and invite all their friends, but on the day of, they share it with their mother at home. afterwards, they’ll celebrate with their respective partners; this year, suna is taking osamu to a michelin-starred restaurant, and sakusa is taking atsumu to a concert for his favorite indie band.

this year, since they can’t have a big party, they decided to celebrate together, just the four of them. it was easy to book a lavish ryokan for a weekend; it’s the present that stumps the partners the most.

“you dance, right?” suna asks. “we can do an interpretive dance.”

“do you dance?”

“no, but you can teach me.”

sakusa rolls his eyes. “you can draw, but can you teach me in a month?”

“only if you’re willing to suffer.”

“i’d rather not.” sakusa stirs his latte. “let’s devise a list of their interests, and see if there are commonalities to draw from.”

suna takes his phone out. they determine that the twins enjoy volleyball, food and cooking, indie rock and dubstep, hikes and nature walks, funny cat videos, wholesome content, tearjerker anime, arguing with strangers on social media, and–

“taking photos, huh.” sakusa knows how much atsumu loves taking selfies, food pics, scenery pics, and group photos, often sharing them on social media or among friends. osamu doesn’t take as many, probably since his partner could be a professional photographer, but he can’t resist taking food pics, either.

“we did a photo album last year.” suna scrolls through their list with a frown. “what else can we do?”

sakusa takes his own phone out and stares at the lock screen. it’s a selfie of him and atsumu, after their match in sendai. “the twins always talk about hypotheticals. what if we did something with that?”

“how?”

“like…did you know it’s common internet slang to ask your partner if they would love them if they were a worm? atsumu asked me that daily once, to the point that i threatened to break him up with him if he continued to ask.”

suna snickers, taking his phone back. “so, clearly, you wouldn’t love him if he were a worm.” he throws back the rest of his coffee and lowers his cup. “i like the idea. this’ll require a lot of pictures, and a lot of photoshop. are you ready for that?”

“i don’t know how to photoshop.”

“no, but you know how to find pictures. leave the photo editing to me. here’s what i’m thinking…”

it takes three cups of coffee before they finalize their plan. the next month is spent scouring the internet and photo albums for pictures, digging through attics and basements, unearthing boxes in storage closets, asking friends and friends of friends for fuel. suna recruits help from his art school days, and before the week of the twins’ birthdays, they have both a physical album, digital album, and slideshow that sakusa put together.

suna drives them to the ryokan, arriving in the early afternoon so they have time to check out the nearby town, hike the mountain trail to the shrine at the top, and indulge in the outdoor onsen. their meals are delivered to their room, a luxurious meal that uses seasonal ingredients fit for all. after the dishes are cleared, sakusa takes his laptop out to hook to the tv, bringing up the slideshow.

“atsumu, osamu. rintarou and i would like to show you our present.”

atsumu leans back against the table. “so formal, omi. whatcha got?” osamu watches in amusement as suna sits on the other side of the tv.

“we figured you like pictures and hypotheticals,” he says, “so we thought to combine the two.”

the slideshow finally appears on the screen. “this is called, ‘in every universe.” sakusa hits the spacebar.

the first universe is: what if sakusa played for inarizaki? atsumu bursts out laughing at high school sakusa in inarizaki’s black and white uniform, pointing and sputtering. suna’s photoshopping skills are quite seamless; it really looks like sakusa did wear their jersey, at one point. there’s photos of him in matches, at practice, even in the school uniform. there’s even a newspaper article where he’s added in.

the second is: what if atsumu played for itachiyama? osamu cackles at his brother in the bright yellow and green uniform, atsumu covering his eyes and groaning. sakusa smirks in amusement, heart melting at the picture of sakusa asleep in a futon at a training camp. it’s supposed to be komori asleep next to him, but atsumu replaced him.

afterwards: what if osamu went pro? there are pictures of him for both msby and ejp. “i like better in ejp colors,” he declares, a fact that suna agrees with. he falls silent at the photoshopped olympic line-up with his headshot, then at the team photo where he’s posing beside his brother, dressed in red. “ya really outdid yerself, rin.”

“i know.” the focus is him, next: what if suna played for the jackals? he looks dazzling in the black and gold uniform, newspaper articles about him replaced with the photoshopped jersey. there’s a team photo of him kneeling beside atsumu and sakusa, all smiles and proud expressions.

the last section is: what if we didn’t go pro? there are pictures of atsumu in university, photoshopped in existing photos of osamu, sakusa, and suna at their respective schools. what comes after are the hypotheticals – osamu as head chef at a luxurious restaurant; sakusa as a sports analyst; atsumu as a counselor; and suna as a photographer. the last photo is a final photoshopped masterpiece, of all of them dressed for their different professions, but still together, with arms wrapped one another’s waists, eyes bright, smiles wide.

the slideshow ends. the twins applaud, suna giving a mock bow, sakusa putting his laptop away to retrieve the physical album to give to the twins. “what we want to say with this,” he tells them, “is that no matter what universe we’re in, we would always find our way back to each other.”

“you’re the only one that i’ll ever love, ‘samu,” suna adds, sitting across from him. “no matter if it’s this life, or the next one, or anything in between.”

“i’m infinitely grateful to be alive at the same time as you, ‘tsumu.” sakusa reaches for his hand. “i could never imagine living in a world without you.”

the twins reach for them, eyes brimming with years. “every day, i thank the gods that yer here with me,” osamu murmurs. “i’ve loved ya since the day we met, rin.”

“same with me, omi. ya have no idea how lucky i am that we get ta play together an’ show the world who we are.” atsumu pulls him into a hug. “thank ya fer bein’ with me.”

their night stretches into the early hours of morning, spent drinking tea and reminiscing, joking about the slideshow, examining each of them in closer detail. when they fall asleep, each couple share a futon together, arms close, limbs tangled, pillows askew.

another day of loving the twins ended, and another day will begin, on and on and on.

[bon2bonn]

Stolen Whispers

Sebastian Vettel x female!reader

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* I don't know why , but Seb's main trope in my mind is ' right person, wrong time ' 🤷🏻‍♀️, like, he would have the chance to choose them but wouldn't , thinking he was doing her/them both a good favour by letting go , but guess what!? turns out they already had everything they need because they had each other and to her he was more than enough, and it'd be too late to turn back to what they once were , because he already moved too far for them to be . 🙄😞.

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She rearranged her desk for the third time that day , stacking and replacing all the files and folders until she almost burned the whole office out of stress , she was sure of the results, but that didn't help when the announcement time closed in .

A knock on the door frame snapped her out , but her mood didn't change as she nod at the person brave enough to walk up to her in one of her anxiety induced sprees, seeing as non of her team dared to disturb her when she in so deep , so it's Sebastian who took the risk and volunteered to call her out , walking in unaffected by her glare and made himself comfortable in one of the chairs before her desk after discarding his suit jacket over it's back before giving her an amused grin " if you keep on rearranging I'm sure these shelves will fall off " her glare sharpened as she asked " what do you want Mr Vettel ? " He looked straight into her eyes and smiled softly " you " .

she avoided his eyes and turned to grab the box by her feet , almost halfway done with filling it with documents and files to take to storage, her racing mind calmed a bit as well as her tone as she gave him a quick glance regretting it when she found him already looking at her , his hand supporting his head with his body leaning on his elbow on the arm of the chair , his relaxed posture and calm demeanor weren't strange to her but the yearning look on his face made her question her sanity , it took a toll on her to will herself to ignore for the past year but she somehow managed .

In her attempt to look away her eyes fell on the silver pin on his tie , another reminder of what she tried so hard to burry but they kept on haunting her wherever she go .

She cleared her throat pointing out the door " you should be out there , it's about time " he looked back , the whole floor was buzzing with anticipation, some already settled before the big screen waiting for the live broadcast to start , before turning his attention to her " yeah , but not without you " she shook her head lifting the box then made her way to the cabinet " I won't stay till the announcement, by then I'll be on my way " , that made him stand and make his way up to her , when he failed to meet her eyes he gently took hold of her hand , pleading quietly " please , stay " she kept her eyes on their joined hands about to make another excuse but another knock on the frame beat her , Britta's cheerful face greeted them and she didn't waste time calling hurriedly " it's live ! Come on , everyone is waiting for you !" Then as quick as she appeared she went back out not waiting for their reaction.

Sebastian's hold on her hand tightened, assuring her and himself as he held it up to his chest , right above his rabidly beating heart , his eyes pleading again " please " making her sigh , knowing full well how nervous he actually is and nods in defeat, easing his nerves as she took her hand out of his , reaching up absentmindedly to straighten his loose tie , adjusting the pin then she batted his chest lightly " come on Mr Vettel, everyone is waiting " she then side stepped him to her desk , taking her bag along and made her way out .

He took a deep breath, steeling his nerves and made his way out but paused at the desk, on top of a stack of flyers was a crystal paper weight , shaped into a ball with a bumblebee engraved inside with vibrant colours, an old gig at his old beehive , back at their old house, where he took the hobby of beekeeping and somehow managed to get her involved, planting and growing a full garden in the corner of their old farmhouse.

But now is not the time to reminisce about the past, he picked his discarded jacket , put it on and straightened his tie once again letting his hand linger over his heart before he finally made his way out .

Once they saw him , the room erupted in cheers , he stood before them after getting them to settle for a minute " I just wanted to say how proud I am of the work everyone put on since day one , everyone in and out did an amazing job and no matter how tonight turns out it's been an honour to work with you all on this campaign" he paused as his eyes fell on her " and most importantly our lovely manager the one and only, Y/N L/N " another round of cheers rose across the room making her shake her head at her team's antics, and eventually set her eyes back to meet his from across the room and he went on " our courageous manager who believed in our message and stood strong in every step of the way , and most importantly kicked some sense into us when we doubted our capabilities , tonight I and I think I speak for everyone here when I sincerely say , thank you for believing in us " She nods her head in thanks as she raised a glass in a toast " to us , and to everyone who believes " everyone cheered " to us!" And sat back waiting .

Just as he was about to make his way to her a hand tapped his shoulder, when he turned he didn't expect to come face to face with his wife Elizabeth or as she insisted to be called 'Lizzie' , who stood before him a wide grin adorning her cheeks as she asked " I hope I didn't miss anything important? " He shook his head and asked in confusion " no, it's not time yet , what are you doing here?" She tilted her head " what ?, you don't want me here ? , I thought it'd be a surprise to come here for such a big night " he sighed guiding her to sit down, taking the chair beside her " no it's not that , I just didn't expect you to show up " she nods in understanding reaching to adjust his tie but he lightly moved her hand away " it's fine " both turning to the screen , unaware of the two sets of eyes watching them .

Y/N and her best friend/assistant Ellie sat to the side , sharing a knowing look before they turned back observe silently taking the new round of drinks Kimi , Ellie's husband offered them , making him raise an eyebrow at their solemn faces before following their sightline, huffing a sigh at the couple as his face soured " what is SHE doing here? " Both friends shrugged in synchronization " beats me " he rolled his eyes and leaned back on his chair , not willing to budge as a group of overly exited rookies called him over , sending them a glare before turning to the screen with a huff as his wife smacked his shoulder to get his attention, almost everyone held their breath as the announcer started counting votes of every state , giving percentage, numbers of each before announcing after a pause of anticipation " and our new president , the winner of the 2024 elections with 75% of the votes is , Sebastian Vettel!" .

Nobody uttered a word as they stared at the statistics displayed on the screen, then like a tidal wave cheers erupted louder than ever , everyone was celebrating the win , hugging and congratulating eachother, everyone but two , their eyes met from across the room , both filled with joy and a sense of pride , she gave him a rare breathtaking smile, nodding at him in understanding at the overwhelmed look in his eyes ,and he couldn't help but smile back , eyes welling up as he took a step forward, trying to will his body to function again, to recover from the shock, to reach her side , but it didn't last long as a hand reached up to cup his face , the diamond ring shining in a taunting manner as the cold band touched his skin, another hand followed on the other side making him turn his attention away and startled as he got pulled into a deep kiss , igniting more cheers from the group around them and when he finally broke apart from it , his wife cheerfully congratulated him before moving her attention to congratulate others around them , and when he hastily looked her way again his heart deflated at the sight of her back as she left , closing the door quietly behind her as she stepped out into the cold night air .