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[fastandcarlos]

When He Carries An Item Specifically For You : ̗̀➛ F1 Reaction

» Max Verstappen

If there was one thing that Max loved, it was your hair, and when he loved playing with it as much as he did, it meant that he absolutely hated when it got ruined. To save that from happening, he always carried a hairband around his wrist so that he could offer it to you when you needed to move your hair out of your face and tie it back. As soon as he saw that it was annoying you, Max would hold the band out, or sometimes even decide that he was going to be the one to tie your hair up instead. 

» Lando Norris 

There were often times during the long race weekends when you found yourself getting pretty bored, using your phone to keep you entertained. The one thing you often forgot to pack with you though was a charger to keep your phone going throughout the day leaving you feeling a little lost as the screen went black. After one too many groans that your phone was dead, Lando decided that he was going to make sure that he kept a phone charger in his driver’s room at all times so that you always had easy access to one and could keep you happy whilst he raced. 

» Charles LeClerc 

When you were in the paddock, Charles loved to make sure that everyone knew which family you were a part of, and so usually had an item of Ferrari merch on him somewhere to pass onto you. Whether it was a top, a bracelet, a cap or a scarf, Charles loved to dress you in red. Even if it was a piece of merch that wasn’t realised to the fans, if he had access to it then he made sure that you did too so that everyone knew exactly who you were cheering on whilst at the back of the garage. 

» George Russell 

With all the travelling that you did, your bag was often filled with different things to keep yourself entertained, one of your favourite things being your latest read, the story usually gripping you. However, one thing you weren’t quite so good at remembering to take with you was a bookmark. After watching you fold pages for many weeks, George ended up going out and buying a bookmark on a day off and slipping it into his bag so he always had one that he could hand to you to use when you wanted to make sure that you didn’t lose your page. 

» Oscar Piastri 

To say you were clumsy was an absolute understatement, and so simply to survive, Oscar was always the one to carry your passport. After one too many near misses at airports, he decided that he would take it instead so you both knew exactly where it was. He had a safe space in his bag where yours and his sat, unlike you who tended to just hold it in your hand. You tried to protest that you were capable of carrying it, but after being responsible for several missed flights you knew that it was probably for the best that Oscar looked after such an important item. 

» Carlos Sainz 

Although he tried his best to convince you that the hairbrush that he usually carried in his bag was for you, you weren’t entirely convinced, and neither was the rest of Carlos’ team either. When you watched Carlos pull the brush out, quite often you’d catch him brushing quickly through his hair to fix his messy locks before handing it across to you to use. He was far too proud to ever confess to carrying a brush for himself, but you knew that he loved having it on him just as much for his benefit as it was for your benefit. 

» Daniel Ricciardo 

Just like Daniel, the cold was not your friend, especially during the tricky winters at some of the races. You were like holding onto an ice block sometimes with how cold you were, which Daniel was not particularly a fan of when he wanted so often to hold your hand. To counteract this, Daniel often kept a pair of gloves in the bottom of his bag when the two of you went out into the chilly air, making sure that you had a nice thick layer on to keep you warm, and make holding your hand much more comfortable for him too. 

» Lewis Hamilton 

It was a nervous habit of yours to mess with your lips, you often picked at the skin whenever you began to get worried which Lewis usually picked up on. Luckily for you, Lewis was always on hand to make sure that your lips were well taken care of though, with a lip balm safe in his pocket most of the time when you were out of the house. Every so often he would remind you to put some on so that your lips were nice and smooth and make sure there wasn’t any skin for you to tug at and risk making your lips sore. 

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

[writingoddess1125]

Jessica Rabbit Effect pt. 4

So a lot of people have asked what if Crocodile & Mihawk found out about Buggys hot wife. So here we are!

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• Buggy would be dragging his feet and reluctant on letting you go.. Truthfully he wanted to keep you on his little island village were you could live in ignorance and bliss. (Cause he's possessive)

• However it seemed some things couldnt be helped-

• Especially after your kidnapping attempt. So he felt safer dragging you with him to the Cross Guild meeting-

• "I'm so nervous" You admit, stepping in land as he kept you close.

• "Don't be- You'll be fine. I promise nothing will happen" He stated confidently, you assuming because these men were his friends- (While Buggy ment he'd kill to make sure no one harmed you)

• Once inside you saw them- And you damn near were ready to run back to the ship..

• They looked so much scarier in person!

• Craning your head up to meet the two massive men- Your nerves now all over the place as they just seemed to stare down at you.

• Hard-

• Your hand instinctively squeezing Buggy for reassurance.

• "Croc, Hawk- This is my Wife (Y/N)" Buggy said calmly with a hint of irriation in his voice at having them meet you at all, keeping a secure hand on your waist as you smiled softly at the two infamous men, still a bit nervous.

• "It's lovely to meet you both"

• Sir Crocodile and Mihawk exchanged puzzled glances as they stood before Buggy's wife.

• Perplexed-

• This pretty women was Buggy's wife?- Sure they had both heard rumors that she was apparently attractive but they assumed this was just Buggy's dramatic words floating around.

• However you were actually gorgeous!?

• Crocodile muttered, "Lovely to meet you as well-" Migawk nodding in greeting to you.

• "I know its a bit short notice me coming here and all, vut I made you both some gifts as a gesture of kindness" You say so sweetly as you reach into your bag and pull out the nice gifts for both of them nicely wrapped in colored tissue paper. Mentally praying Buggy's information was correct.

• Both Guild Leaders took the gifts in question- Still assuming something about this was fishy as both slowly ripped the tissue paper to take a peak at what you'd made.

• You had made a beautiful silk orange gold puff tie for Sir Crocodile since Buggy kept saying he was wearing a 'scarf' as a tie (But you knew better that it's a Puff Tie and not a scarf)

• And for Sir Mihawk you made him a white ocean cotton button down with front frills, you didn't make it as dramatic as you typically made Buggys but it was a incredibly pretty and beautiful shirt that would be comforble to wear whenever.

• Both men stared at the gifts, like they were trying to figure out what sort of trickery this was.

• "You made these?" Mihawk questioned at first,

• "I'm a seamstress" You state calmly, a bit worried they wouldn't be interested. However smiled when Crocodile complemented your craft and the quality of the tie.

• Once inside the main meeting room, conversation flowed naturally, You chatting up both men so they could become familiar with you. Even telling them the story of how you and Buggy met all those years ago.

• "Are you wanted to married him?-" Crocodile mused, taking another drag of his cigar.

• "Of course! He's so sweet afterall" Buggy looked miffed by Crocodiles words and the fact you gushed so much-

• Mihawk was the most interested in you however, taking sips of wine as he looked over you calmly.

• "Would you reconsider your marriage for a more suitable option?-" He so bluntly asked which made you blink in total surprise.

• "HEY!" Buggy yelled, Wrapping a protective arm around you as he began to yell at Mihawk for daring to 'hit on' his lovely wife- His temper definitely getting the best of him.

• Buggy throwing a full on tantrum now as he pointed a finger at Mihawk and screamed at him. The yellow eyed man grabbing his sword in warning-

• You flushed in embrassment and patted Buggys arm gently to calm him down before he got chopped to bits. "No No- I'm very happy in my marriage and love my husband dearly. I wouldn't choose anyone else-"

• Buggy stopped his little tantrum and seemed to be soothed by your gentle hands and soft words.

• Both pirates respecting such a loyal trait and moving on from such conversations.

• Both Guild Leaders found you quite enjoyable- You had wonderful humor, great in terms of conversation and essentially made up for everything your husband lacked.

• Work did take place however, Buggy and the two men talking over strategies of wealth and gaining a greater sense of power between them all.

• They did however find it irritating they couldn't beat Buggy's ass like normal- Seeing how it would upset you and the man seemed to be practically glued to you.

• By the time for you and Buggy to retire, Maps, Plans and even money had been exchanged-

• As the meeting delved later. Food and Alcohol was served, which left you full and a bit tipsy. Leaning your head on Buggy's shoulder as you soon fell asleep against him.

• "(Y/N)? Buggy said softly, claiming his arm to properly secure you against him as he saw your sleeping form.

• "Seems it's time to go our separate ways" Migawk said calmly, having finished off 4 bottles of wine himself and not too far behind you in terms of sleep. Crocodile wiping his mouth of the crumbs with a napkin as he set his near finished cigar on a ash tray.

• "Yes.." Buggy said softly, scooping you up with care.

• "....Since my wife is asleep- I need to say this to you both"

• Buggy didn't look at the two of them just stroking your hair as you slept- "I will only speak this once... If you two hurt my wife or make her upset in any way- Death will be the kindest thing I can give to you"

• They had always know Buggy hid his true abilities and simply didn't take things seriously- But they saw you were his only button.

• His only weakness-

• No words were exchanged, but a silent agreement seemed to settle on the three men.

• You were off limits.

• Buggy carried you out of the meeting hall, taking you to his private quarters so you could rest properly. Already mentally mapping out changing you into your nice PJs-

• The two men left behind watching their peer leave with his prized wife. Crocodile muttered, "How did Buggy manage to snag such a pretty and sweet wife?"

• Mihawk, equally mystified nodding in agreement.

• "It's a mystery as profound as the Grand Line itself."

Extra!-

"I can't believe those dirty bastards got you to make them clothes!" Buggy yelled, stomping his foot dramatically as he watched you sew at a purple and gold vest which clearly would belong to Crocodile by the large size.

You sitting in your favorte chair, dressed in comforble clothes as you continued to work into the evening in the home you shared with your dramatic husband.

"I make all your clothes" Gesturing to his low riding pajama pants and socks he was currently sporting. He waved this off with a dramatic eye roll-

"That's different your my wife and I still pay for your time since it's important! and they shouldnt get it fre-"

"They are paying me Buggy Boo" You cut him off quickly, taking the winds from his sails as he stopped mid rant.

"Eh?" He said confused, not knowing what you were talking about. You reach into your vanity next to you and handed your husband the letter both men had slipped you when you'd first met them in the guikd hall.

"They have me a lump some for 5 peices of clothes for each of them. 2 pairs of trousers, 2 shirts and a special item for each. For Crocodile he wanted this vest Im working on- and for Mihawk to restore a coat he liked" You explained, Buggy raising a brow at this news as he opened the letter quickly and read over how much they offered for such peices.

....

"GAHH!-"

Buggy yelled as he fell to the ground foaming at the mouth at seeing the large number.

15,000,000 Beri for each man....

He couldn't complain-

Well not about the men paying you so handsomely but about having to become the grumpy delivery man for his wife once the clothes were finished.

When he went to the meeting handing his two peers the clothes they had specially bought from you in the nice boxes youd always packed everything in.

Both men quick to open them and look over their new purchased goodies. Mihawk immediately putting on the repaired coat after seeing its quality- which was better then when he bought it.

"Tell your wife I'd like to make another commission when she has free time- I'll pay double" Mihawk said smoothing out the coat and seeing the nice gold pattern on the sleeves and nice red satin insides of the inner coat.

Crocodile adjusting his orange Puff Tie and he nodded in agreement and went through his box with great satisfaction. "Same for me as well-"

"I fucking hate you both..."

[marlynnofmany]

Drying Out

The wind on this alien planet was like I’d expected: not quite strong enough to put my balance at risk, but enough to make me glad I’d braided my hair back extra tight. Even with that precaution, little hair tendrils were whipping the sides of my face as I walked, and I didn’t have a hand free to brush them away. I was, as usual, carrying a box.

Mur could have carried it, but it would have been much harder for him, since he needed his tentacles to walk. Lucky bipedal me, with my free hands. I tried to focus on that as I squinted into the wind, scanning the nearly-deserted spaceport for our clients. I really should have brought goggles. Or at least a hat that wouldn’t get blown off.

A beanie would be perfect right now, I thought. Or even a scarf. I could be nice and fashionable with my swim goggles and a tie-dye bandanna. Why did I grab chapstick but nothing for my eyes?

I knew it was because Wio had only mentioned the drying properties of the local air when I’d asked. She was a Strongarm like Mur, and they admittedly had different priorities. No hair, for one.

“There they are,” Mur said over the wind. Not a thing got in his eyes.

I followed the direction of his blue-black tentacle, and spotted the little alcove that looked like an old fashioned bus stop. Three small whitish shapes huddled there that I’d thought were trash bags. Whoops. A bit of judicious squinting showed that they were another pair of tentacle folk and their bag of belongings, avoiding the worst of the wind.

Not a bad idea.

They unfurled as we got close enough for them to see the package and correctly deduce that we were here to deliver whatever they’d ordered. Miscellaneous stuff from an offworld store without its own delivery crew, I think. Not my business.

Mur greeted them warmly, taking point in the conversation while I stood there like the hired muscle with the box. The clients were very glad to see us, mostly because that meant less waiting in all this wind. The bus shelter didn’t do much to hold it back.

“Thank you for being prompt!” said the bigger of the two Strongarms as she signed the payment tablet. Her coloring was off-white with patches of yellow, which reminded me of a popcorn-flavored jellybean. The other popcorn squid was a little smaller, but had the same coloration. Probably related, but what did I know?

“Our pleasure,” Mur said as he took the tablet back and they pulled out a small hover platform to carry the package. “The less time spent in this desiccating wind, the better.”

They agreed heartily. I placed the box on the platform and helped the small client strap it in place while the big one explained that they had one more delivery to wait for.

“Unfortunately, that ship has been delayed,” she said. “Which would have been good to know before we got out here, but that’s the twist of the current for you.”

The smaller one piped up in a voice that sounded young. “I’ll say. I ran out of moisturizer with one arm to go — I would have dug up more from storage if I’d known we were going to be out here all day.”

The big one was visibly worried, already tugging at the small one’s tentacles. “Where aren’t you covered? How bad is it? Let me see!”

Mur made sympathetic noises while I mentally went over what I knew of Strongarm physiology. The previous courier ship I’d worked on had kept the air at a higher moisture level than the current one, largely for their benefit. Mur had told me about the lotion they all wore in dry air. I’d honestly forgotten about it.

And it appeared to be a big deal. The one yellow-white tentacle that the small Strongarm had been holding curled close looked dry and stiff even from where I was standing. She winced as she uncurled it. Her mother (yeah, I’m assuming) rushed to dig through the bag for a bottle of water, which she rubbed into place with visible worry.

The young one watched her fuss over it. “I’ll be fine; it’s just a little dry.”

“It’s a lot dry! Why didn’t you say something? And I didn’t bring any moisturizer either, because this was supposed to be a short trip. Oh, and this port doesn’t have a shop!”

Mur winced. “Yeah, this place is mostly Heatseekers and Mesmers, isn’t it? They probably wouldn’t even stock the good stuff.”

“Or any stuff,” the older client agreed. Another gust of wind spun in from a new direction, as if it was determined to make things worse. I licked dry lips while the client fretted.

I had an idea.

“Hey, I don’t know if this works, but do you want my chapstick?” I offered, pulling the tube from my pocket and removing the cap. I swiped some on the back of my hand to demonstrate. “It’s made to keep human lips from drying out, but it might work for you. Assuming you’re not allergic. It has like three ingredients, mostly wax.”

The big Strongarm was already reaching for it, spilling gratitude. She inspected it quickly, picking up the cap with another tentacle while she read the ingredients. “Beeswax, coconut oil… What is coconut? And almond?”

“Plants from my planet,” I said. “Seeds, kind of? Though the coconut is really big and kind of like a fruit with a shell. I don’t know what it really counts as. At any rate, it’s not toxic for me, though that doesn’t mean much.”

She turned it further. “There’s a species-safe diagram here, though it’s very small. I think that’s a dot in the Strongarm corner. Do you remember which is where?” She looked up at Mur.

“Lemme see.” He studied it for a moment while the wind gusted around us and the smaller Strongarm curled her tentacle under her. “Yes, that’s the right corner! Good news.”

“Excellent! Thank you!” The client snatched the tube and instructed the young one to hold out the vulnerable tentacle.

It took a while to cover the whole thing in chapstick, but the elder was determined, and the youngster was patient. Also more than a little embarrassed if I was reading the body language right, but I couldn’t blame her for that.

“Done!” the elder announced. “Did I miss anything? Are there any other spots that feel dry?”

“No, it’s fine.” The youngster pulled her tentacle back. “Feels weird.”

“Yeah,” I agreed with sympathy. “The wax is more noticeable than a good moisturizing lotion would be. But I hope it helps!”

The elder put the cap back on and moved to return it to me, but I told her she could keep it. They needed it more than I did. Plus it had tentacle-alien cooties all over it now, which I’d feel weird about using on my own mouth, but I didn’t say that.

“Honestly, it’s my least favorite flavor,” I said instead. “I got that one in a multipack. I’ll just get a better one later.”

She thanked me again and badgered the younger one into holding the tube, with instructions to reapply it the moment her skin started feeling dry again. The youngster insisted she was fine. The adult had clearly heard that before.

“Well,” Mur said. “It’s been a pleasure doing business with you! May the wind torment you as little as possible.”

“We appreciate that,” the client said. “Do all humans carry these? I’ve seen human-run shops before, and never thought to look for moisturizing agent there.”

“Most of us probably don’t have chapstick on hand all the time, but it’s a good thing to have available. And humans do use skin moisturizer too! It’s probably not the same grade as the kind you’re used to, but if you’re in a tight spot in the future with a human-run store nearby, you can probably find something there.”

“That is very good to know,” she said. “Thank you again!”

We said our goodbyes and headed back out into the brunt of the wind. I could swear it was trying to unbraid my hair one strand at a time.

“Morbid curiosity,” Mur announced as we walked, “But what flavor do you prefer for lining your mouth with? Knowing humans, it’s probably gross.”

I had to smile. “I like the minty ones, which isn’t that weird. Or cherry. Though there was a cinnamon one I found once that I’d like to get again. It looked more like lipstick, which isn’t really what I’m going for, but it smelled good.”

“Hm,” Mur said. “And what was this one? Plant flavor?”

“It was mostly just beeswax. Not that great.”

“What kind of wax is ‘beez wax’?”

“Oh!” I lit up. “I told you about honey, right? The sweet stuff made by bugs?”

“Yeeeees,” he said with suspicion. “Your food additive that’s full of insect spit. Don’t tell me this is the same concept.”

“It’s what they make their hives with!” I told him. “I don’t think there’s as much spit involved. I looked it up once, and the wax seeps out of these pores on their sides, making little scales, then if enough of them flap their wings to raise the temperature to soften it, they can shape it into the little cells to lay eggs and store honey in. But not at the same time. And yeah, they probably do that with their mouths, so there might be some spit involved.”

Mur’s squid face was contorted into an expression of spectacular disgust. “And you put that on your mouth,” he said.

“Yup!” I brushed hair back from my face. “Probably good the client only asked about the other ingredients.”

Mur walked faster. “I hope they don’t find out until we are far out of range.”

“It’s not that gross!”

“You said that about honey too.”

~~~

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

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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).

[lostintransist]

Seamstress | Part 6

Check out part 1 here. AO3

John texted memes. Something about that surprised you. He presented as such a straight-laced demeanor that the silly text images added a layer of intrigue to the man who already took such care not to share more the bare minimum.

He sent his commentary about his ‘muppets’ as he called the men under his command. The image of a man in suspenders, a tie, and a coffee mug in one hand with the text “If they could just not…” followed by any number of pictures of Jim Hensen’s muppets. It always prompts you to ask for the cleansed version of their nonsense. John had confirmed that the men who had come in asking about him were the men under his command. They were still under orders to leave you and your shop alone. When he mentioned that in the first week of texting you were surprised.

>I can hold my own in my shop John, release them to come by for fixes on anything you haven’t already stolen from their bags.

When he didn’t reply within a few hours you followed it up with.

>Your Scotsman seemed pretty excited about getting a family kilt fixed. Let them come by John. I don’t scare easy.

Halfway across the world, John squints at his phone in the darkness of the safe house he and Johnny are waiting for exfil in.

“What did you say to my girl Soap?” Price questions in the quiet.

Soap jerks from his nodding-off sleep in the corner where he had settled down.

“What’s up boss,” he asks sleepily.

He turned his phone to show Johnny the message from you.

“What did you do to my girl?”

Soap squinted through the brightness blasting his eyes.

“Dinne do nothing Cap. Alls I asked about was a kilt repair. Me granddad’s kilt was given to me when he passed, I want to get it fixed up is all.”

Soap lacked the guile to ever pull off being an undercover agent. John turned the phone back to himself, frowning.

“Fine. You can go visit her. Spread the word, but if I hear any of you gave her a bit of grief?” He let the warning linger unspoken behind his words.

“Got it. Can I go back to sleep now?”

John harrumphs and pulls out a cigar, lighting it up as he contemplates how to reply to you.

<:Rolling eye emoji: Fine, but you let me know if they give you any trouble.

>You reply with a gif of someone giving a salute with the text aye aye captain below it.

Physically rolling his eyes this time John settles in to watch the sky and think of you.

🪡🪡🪡🪡🪡🪡🪡🪡🪡🪡🪡🪡🪡🪡🪡🪡🪡🪡🪡🪡🪡🪡

Christmas had to be the most peaceful one you had ever experienced. Laughing with your aunts and eye contact across the table with your cousins when someone said something wild before taking a sip had never been the norm. Every Christmas season meant spending time with your Mum’s family and her resentful sniffs when Pop would inform you of the times when his sisters might be passing through so you could see them. You think Mum hated that you had real conversations with the other side of your family. Everything on her side sat stilted in past hostiles and clothed in niceness for the sake of Gran who still watched with a sharp eye.

You hadn’t expected any gifts but the highlight had to be the scarf from your favorite cousin. It sat light and delicate on your neck. When you said goodbye to everyone and headed up to the spare room your Nana had set up for you. Settling onto the bed you fired off a text to John.

<Merry Christmas! Did you have a good holiday?

>Decent.

>Merry Christmas.

Attached was a photo of John with what looked like egg nog in his mustache with an arm around a man and woman who also had white streaks along their upper lips. Standing so close together you can see they share the same eye-crinkling smile.

<Aww! You look so cute with your egg-nog mustache! Did someone spike it before cups were passed around?

>But of course, can’t discuss childhood stories without a healthy glug of whiskey. Added enough of a kick that even the scary stories were told with a laugh.

>How has yours gone? You mentioned you would be with extended family up north this year.

<It’s been a blast. Best Christmas I can remember for a long time. I am spending the night with my Nana before driving home tomorrow.

<You have any fun plans between now and New Years?

>Other than deep cleaning the mold from my fridge?

You laugh out loud in the empty room. He probably wasn’t kidding. John had mentioned that he can be called for a job at a moment’s notice and sometimes it leaves him with some nasty surprises when he eventually got home.

<Yes you silly man, other than that.

Those dots went on and off for a long time. When the message finally comes through you are disappointed.

>Nothing crazy, mostly catching up on my shows.

<What like The Golden Bachelor?

You can imagine him fighting down a smile as he contemplates a reply. He isn’t that much older than you, but the way he mothers his men has them calling him ‘Old Man’. John complains about it but always with love.

>The muppets would like to you if you would like to join them for New Years.

>I told them I had plans with you but they insisted and are watching for your response.

Smirking you fired off one last response before starting your bedtime routine.

<Should I wear jeans or a pretty dress?

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Stepping from the cab you wave your thanks and turn to the building. John is standing at the glass door, waiting for you to get close enough that he can welcome you in. You smile at him, excited for his reaction to your dress. It is mostly visible through the undone buttons of your long coat. You had made it yourself, hands cramping late into the night with the number of times you have had to pleat the skirt to sit exactly right. Ironing the piece flat each time you wanted to pleat it slightly differently had been deeply frustrating work.

The black dress wrapped around, sending one tie through the side piece to stretch across your back and meet the other tie to create a bow. The long sleeves and v of the crossing front gave you an excuse to pull out your push-up bra and put the girls on display. You had chosen a long skirt. Reflective swirls of gold shined in the light from your skirt. It brushed the top of your shoes each time you took a step. Jewelry you kept simple; gold hoops and a single pendant on a long chain. Some light eye makeup and a lip stain are all you did for your face today. You would forget to wipe it off when you got home and refused to deal with the breakouts that overnight in your makeup would provide. Thankfully your hair cooperated and sat neatly in a sleek bun.

Looking John over as you approach you are pleased to see him in a suit. The juxtaposition of his winter beanie will never not make you smile. You hadn’t seen this one from him in all his times of coming by. You would tease him about the belt he needed to keep them up later. Perfect you could poke and prod at him tonight to confirm that you had the right size for his Christmas present. It sat in the back of your shop, waiting for his next visit to confirm the dark blue suit would contrast beautifully with his eyes. Double vested with a double vent, because something about that cute bum being covered just so gave you butterflies. The pants should cling to his thighs barely and give him a nice long silhouette

John took you in from top to bottom and back up again. You thought him unaffected until he took your hand as he opened the door and pulled you directly into a hug. Hugging him fired off a spring-loaded batch of emotions. Between the subtle smell of his cologne and the heat of his hands searing through the back of your coat, you’ve never wanted a New Years kiss more than now.

God. You had to say something. Fuck it all. You opened your mouth to say anything really but John beat you to it.

“You look stunning tonight,” he pulls back, hands still settled on your spine. He looks from your hair to your cleavage and back, a warm smile growing on his face.

“Thanks, you look pretty spiffy yourself,” tugging on the lapels of his jacket you continue, “But this doesn’t fit quite right, and was that a belt I saw? How could you keep something like this from me, John?”

His smile got impossibly wider. Joy spread through you like the first drink of a warm liquor.

“I wondered if you would notice. Gaz mentioned to wear a suit and when I went digging through my closet this was all I could find.”

John released you from the hug, one hand sliding from your back and down your arm to catch your hand. He holds it all the way up the elevator. When the elevator deposits you on the 26th floor you let John lead. Number 2607 he opens without hesitation.

All his muppets are present, some even have dates. Kyle stood at the island, cutting cheese for the board. The woman who you assumed to be Kyle’s girlfriend floated around the room. Charms weaved into her braids and a sleek body con dress matched her beautiful smile as she offered you and John both a drink. You were surprised to see that Gary was a blond. His choice of date made much more sense than his hair color and makes you smile. Sharing a look with John he nodded once; Gary had a thing for goth women. Johnny and Simon sat at a table, deep in discussion. Neither had a date to be seen.

“Simon doesn’t surprise me but why doesn’t Johnny have a date?” You turn to question John, wary of letting your voice travel in the open space.

John takes a sip of his drink, “They would have a date if either of them would buck up and ask the other.”

Your eyes widened as you snapped your gaze back to the men.

“You would not make a good agent,” he chuckled. “Johnny come hold this for me.”

Johnny pops up and out of his chair without question, closing the distance to take the drink John is holding out. John then takes your drink and passes it off to Johnny as well. Shivers assault your body as John’s rough fingers slide the coat from your shoulder and move away to hang it up.

“Miss Seamstress!” Johnny leans in and places a kiss on your cheek as he passes your drink back. “It is good to see you. How is your shop going?”

“Good, almost too good. If my space were any bigger I would bring on another seamstress full time. As it stands I might still hire someone to help with the simpler tasks.”

“What counts as a simpler task in a shop like yours?” Johnny cants his head to one side.

“Mostly ironing, unstitching simpler items, phone calls, running the register, things like that.” John appears at your side, finger-catching your pinky. You curl it tight to acknowledge his presence.

Movement over Johnny’s shoulder shows Simon and Kyle both heading toward you for a greeting. Kyle gives you a kiss much like Johnny did and Simon nods. When Gary sees everyone is saying hello he abandons his date for a rib-crushing hug since both your hands are busy.

The night flows on, laughter and food flowing more freely than the drinks do. You end up chatting with Kyle’s and Gary’s girlfriends about Pilates and how funny it would be to see the men try. They jump from history to space to fashion and beyond. Midnight sees Gary and Kyle kissing their girlfriends. Johnny and Simon stare at each other’s feet in abject longing and John places a kiss on the back of your hand, much to your chagrin.

As John had nursed his single drink all night and drove you home after one, passing through a sobriety checkpoint with ease. The conversation never stopped flowing with John, teasing and jokes kept your spirits lifted until you arrived at your flat. He walked you to your door, hand firmly in yours.

His thumb brushed against your knuckles as you stared up into his eyes, hoping, praying for a kiss.

“Thank you for coming. I left your gift at home since I didn’t want you to have to lug it about. When can I bring it by?”

“You’re gift is at the shop, so tomorrow maybe? About noon?”

“That would work fine. I had a lot of fun tonight and I know my guys like you.”

“They are important to you, it makes sense you would want someone in your life to get along with them.”

“And do you,” he paused here, eyes searching your face, “What to be part of my life?”

Desperately. More than anything. Fuck yes.

None of those words passed your lips. All you could do is nod.

With his free hand, John cradles your face, pressing his lips to yours.

It had to be the best first kiss you ever had because you can’t remember a damn second of it. When you finally blink John is halfway down the hall and turning back to see if you are okay since you haven’t moved.

Sending him a sheepish smile and a nod you fight with your key to get your lock open and fling yourself inside. Once the door finds its home you squeal as quietly as you can and happy dance like a dork.

Part 5 | Part 7

Seamstress Masterlist | Masterlist

[halcome]

Small headcanon about the snails, what if each team dressed up their teammates snails pre-session?

Grian: Dresses up Snumbo, taking extra time to make sure the tie is tied on properly

Mumbo: Cutting sleeves from a doll suit so it fits Snailman and matches Skizz's suit

Skizz: Proudly presenting Gary to the other Spanners with a tiny wig from the costume bin and a very short scarf

Scar: Used his zoo and theme park connections to acquire snail safe paint, painting LDSnailLady's shell a lovely pink

Lizzie: Dressing up SlimeidarityGaming in the cutest tiniest jean jacket and wig combo she could find

Jimmy: Still isn't quite sure how to get eSCARgo to smirk like scar, currently practicing facial expressions with a snail

Gem: Wondering how Grian got Slimeishbeans to be green despite being the same species of snail as the others, decided not to question it

Joel: Buttoning snail overalls onto Geminisnail and using Scar's snail safe paint to paint the shell a pastel orange, indecisive on which flower to use on top

Bdubs: Borrowed a vest and shirt from tango and is trying to fit it onto the shell, trying not to look at Tangastrapod's eyes

Tango: Testing the propeller and parachute on Ethostropod, has yet to start dressing the snail

Etho: Found a toupee in the costume bin and plopped that on Bdubsnail, the snail already had "teeth"

Ren: Hand stitching a tiny bag for InTheLittleShell as well as the rest of the snail's outfit

Martyn: Couldn't find snail sized sunglasses in the costume bin so he borrowed one of Ren's spares, can't stop laughing at how well they fit on Renthesnail's shell

Cleo: Using Scar's snail safe paint to paint iSnail's shell black while talking to impulse as he paint's Scott's snail

Impulse: Using Scar's snail safe paint to paint a tiny rainbow on Smollusk1995's shell, asking for pointers from Cleo on how to keep the lines clean

Scott: Carefully brushing PearlescentSnail's wig, the snail seems bloodthirsty

Pearl: Not sure if what she's looking at is still a snail, currently sewing up a zombie snail in hopes that it is indeed Cleo's

Bigb: Somehow managed to communicate with BigbShell and teach the snail how to dress himself, they're now having a conversation before the murder spree

Based some of these on loose interpretations of the character, so if anyone has a better description of how they go about dressing the snails up I'd love to read it! "@

[itsabouttimex2]

A Brand New Journey:

Part Five

(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Five) (Part Six)

Macaque has always been so good to you. Even from the first day you accidentally stumbled onto him, he had been kind.

Your arm had been gashed open by an unfortunate fall, dripping blood and throbbing in pain with each shaky step forward. Although you had hoped to get home before dark and patch yourself up with an ever dwindling first-aid kit, praying that there were enough bandages and antiseptic left for the wound.

But then there were two sets of footsteps close behind, spurring you to disregard caution and start sprinting down the street-

Whereupon you had bumped into one very strange demon, wearing an inconspicuous ru and sporting a tattered scarf.

“Going somewhere, kiddo? You shouldn’t be in such a rush, you now. You might get hurt. Ah, but…”

His hand then shot forward to clamp around your wrist, turning it over to examine your bleeding forearm.

“Looks like you already did, huh? Here, let me just…”

Rip. Shriiiip.

The precise shredding of thick fabric, his clawed fingers cutting a rectangular strip from the already ragged scarf. He had placed one end on your wrist, then gave you a strange grin.

“Hang in there, kiddo.” The simian warned you almost too late, given barely a second to brace for the stinging pain of having a wound forcibly bound shut with naught but pressure and cloth.

Biting back a wail and a set of fresh tears, you watched the monkey demon firmly tie off the end of the makeshift bandage.

It had been such a simple thing to do- but you still cherished him for it all the same.

How you’ve come to cherish your precious mentor, who stares down at you now with a strange smile.

Lifting a sleeve to your puffy eyes, an effort is made to stand up- only for Macaque to push you back down.

“I don’t think you’re steady enough for that just yet, kiddo.” Base words to convince you to do as he says, and you believe him. You always do.

Have you ever not believed him? Even for a moment, has there ever been any doubt in your heart?

He wraps the crimson scarf a little tighter around you, making sure that it covers your shoulders and neck.

“Now, what’d you bring all the way out here? You really should know better than to carry such a fancy bag in a neighborhood like this, kiddo.”

Was this all your fault?

Maybe you should’ve wrapped the mooncakes up in something less appealing- grabbed one of the disposable plastic brown sacks from a grocery store before heading in.

How easy would that have been?

“I wanted to share a meal with you,” is the dull response you give, newly downcast and despondent. “I brought mooncakes and tea.”

“Aww, aren’t you just a gem? Just the nicest.”

Nice. Anyone can be nice, can’t they? But it’s a lot harder to be clever or strong or capable.

Maybe he’d be happier with a different student.

Maybe if you were less nice and more-

“C’mon, kiddo- are you eating or not?”

He’s already got everything ready, the mooncakes strewn across his coffee table, the bottles of tea in the microwave.

Strange. You never even saw him get up.

He notices your questioning eyes, and quickly shifts the subject.

“Real sweet of you to bring this all the way out- I’m guessing you got a good deal, if you brought all of this?”

“Y-yeah! Yeah, I, uh, I’ve been using an app that tells me about local deals, y’know? Saves some money, and, um, all that.”

“Smart,” he praises, and a rush of euphoria races through you at just that one word. It feels almost pathetic to rely so heavily on someone’s praise to feel good about yourself. Still, you can’t help but adore each moment he breaks from his reserved norm and drops an honest compliment.

“Go put your stuff up and get changed, kiddo. I’ll pour the tea and get cushions.”

An actual sit-down meal with your mentor! You wouldn’t just be snacking and chatting on the couch this time!

Jumping to your feet, you excitedly race to the guest room, painted in a smooth purple and decorated with black curtains. He had essentially given it to you, letting you settle in with him at least semi-permanently.

A shelf right next to your bed is stocked with mementos, most of them memories you’ve shared with Macaque. A little snap-together set you had convinced him to put together with you, a bright mecha built from colorful blocks. By the end of the build, you had learned that he’d much rather watch than try to fiddle pieces together with his claws.

A framed photo beside it of something that Macaque had enjoyed much more- pumpkin carving. In place of a serrated knife or design card, he had taken great joy in simply shredding precise diamonds into the thick orange hide of the vegetable. The carved gourd had looked something like a lantern by the end of his fun. It had even put him a good enough mood to allow for a photo to be taken.

And you had a photo of you, MK, and Mister Pigsy to put up, but-

Enough reminiscing! Your mentor is waiting for you, after all.

You throw on the coziest thing you have in the closet- an old nightgown, long abraded to softness. Black as night and cool to the touch, decorated with purple cloud embroidery. And it never seemed to stop smelling of plums, a scent you had grown familiar with very quickly.

You aren’t quite sure where it came from, or when you got it- just that it’s a few sizes too big and pools around you comfortably.

Shoes off, bag placed carefully in the corner, and then you’re racing back out to meet Macaque in the living room.

You don’t notice two golden-eyed figures slinking out of the shadows and into your room.

The coffee table is prepared, the bottled tea is poured into mugs and the mooncakes are laid out two by two. He’s even put your little sitting cushion beside his instead of across.

You quickly take your seat, Macaque’s hand coming to ruffle your hair.

“Are we ‘expanding my horizons’ again today, kiddo? An ice cream day wasn’t enough?”

“I want you to try nice things,” is your protest, causing his golden eyes to soften.

“That’s… sweet of you,” he admits, folding his arms. “Really, Y/N.”

“…yeah,” you awkwardly respond, grabbing one of the napkins Macaque had set out. You grab one of the mooncakes and wrap it, then pass it to your mentor. “Do you, uh, know what’s inside this one?”

The sable simian lifts the pastry to his nose, sniffing intently. Quickly, his face scrunches up. “Tsk. More ice cream? Not in all of them, I’m hoping. Unless you’re trying to give me cavities, kiddo.”

“No, there’s only four with ice cream- and we’ve got two of them right now. I know you don’t like your food too sweet.”

“You’re a good kid,” he chuckles, biting into the mooncake. Vanilla ice cream leaks from the middle, oozing onto his tongue.

In turn you munch on your own, slowly leaning your head onto his shoulder.

Macaque doesn’t hesitate to wrap an arm around your form, yanking you closer.

“You’re a good kid,” he says again, an ancient look in his golden eyes. There’s a newfound contentedness in them, and a pang of something much darker boiling underneath that new satisfaction. “Mind if I ask you a question?”

Swallowing down the last bit of the sweet pastry, you nod. “Sure, Macaque.”

“Nothing big- just I wanna know how you feel about me, kiddo.”

…something is scraping around in the room Macaque has fixed up for you.

“Keep looking,” a quiet and steady voice says. “They wouldn’t have just left it anywhere.”

“Shut up,” another angrily returns. “Don’t tell me what to do, Rumble! You’re lucky that I’m even helping you!”

“…you’re the one who wanted to come in here and look, Savage.”

“Shut up! Hurry up and throw me their bag!”

With a groan, Rumble carries your backpack to his ‘brother’ and drops it in front of him.

“Be quick,” he cautiously reminds. “Those mooncakes won’t last forever.”

“…I didn’t find the book,” Savage snarls, his crimson fingers hitting glass.

“But I did find something.”

And slowly, he pulls out the photo of you and your friends.

[woodle-isbae]

In lust, we trust.

Farleigh.S x Catholic!Reader

Warnings: drinking, religion, little to no dialog, missionary, oral(f receiving), voyeurism, virginity loss, religious guilt, loads of projecting, Oliver hate, Farleigh is super sweet(to reader)🔥

A/N: this is sort of a self indulgence post, big guilty pleasure here🔥🔥/ Guess who posted this a little TOO late 👨🏾‍🦲

Kinktober Masterlist

You sat at the alter , kneeled over with your rosary clumped in your hands. Soft mutters of your prayer filling the empty Cathedral.

"Hail Mary, Full of grace.."

You were too drowned into your prayer to notice the figure that sat near you, waiting for you to Finish.

"-Holy Mary, Mother of God.."

You muttered the Hail Mary, soft breathing snapping you out of your focus, but still ignoring it and continuing.

"-Now and at the hour of our death..-"

"Amen."

You both said in unison, eyes shooting open to be met with your Boyfriend. He was dressed in a sweater and the colorful pants he always wore.

"Oh Farleigh..I didn't see you."

You got up, bowing and doing the sign of the cross before waltzing over to the man who sat with a slight smile. You knew something was off with him, but decided not to pester him about it.

He stood up to greet you with a hug, looming over you with a look of adoration and something else you couldn't quite decipher.

"Well..I do have alot to tell you!"

He chirped and walked with you hand in hand, many people believed you two weren't fit for eachother. He was known for sleeping around and doing drugs, you were a Saint who goes to church everyday and the sweetest soul alive.

That's why when hearing about your relationship, rumors spread about how he wanted to corrupt and ruin you for his own greed and lust. You were loving and understanding, helping him get over his drug use, never even daring to make you uncomfortable or sad from how you loved him.

He drove the both of you to the saltburn estate, having begged you to come just once and meet his family. He chatted about his school life and the things felix told him or has done, getting a reminded from you not to Gossip.

"Well , here we are m'lady!"

He hopped out the car before you, striding all around to open the door for you. You fetched your luggage and followed right after him ,he took you to a room that looked as if it was his, telling you that you will be staying in the room next to his to respect your boundaries.

You got into the floral printed room, knowing that Elspeth doesn't like her rooms like this she must've designed a room just for you, being Farleighs first genuine girlfriend had the whole family at your feet.

You unpacked your bags, enjoying the fresh country and a proper holiday away from friends and family. Farleigh peeping in to remind you that they're going swimming in the pond, they liked to call it their natural pool, telling you it's gonna be hot and wear sunscreen.

You wore a floral patterned one piece bathing suite, throwing on a scarf over your shoulders and sliding on sandels. You went down to the pond , sitting next to Felix and chatting about school and other things until you were interrupted by his friend, Oliver.

It's not that you hated him, but something about him was odd, like he was planning something sinnester but you couldn't tell through his cheery demeanor. You brushed it off and went to the water , floating around until you felt a pair of hands at your waist.

"Boo! Did I scare you?"

"Very funny Farleigh."

You deadpanned at him while he laughed at you, he rested his head on your shoulder and floated around with you. Having a conversation about day to day things and joking around, Elspeth comming around to greet you and reminding you that you need to dress up for tonight's dinner.

You guys finished up swimming and decided to start getting ready for dinner, Elspeth giving you a dark red ankle length lace gown along with a black lace scarf to tie around your shoulders. She remembered.

You got dressed and did your hair into a bun, strolling thought the mansions corridors until the large doors for the dining room, stepping in and finding your seat next to your curly headed boyfriend.

"I love the outfit Babe"

He whispered into your ear ,prepping a soft kiss onto your cheek and keeping a hand on your clothed knee. You glanced around the table, attention looking towards the large doors opening again, This time Oliver stepped in. He made his way towards the empty seat next to you ,since it sat across from felix, you were about to ask Felix something until Oliver cut you off.

"I really like y'dress, suits your body well."

You only stared at him, he gave you a sweet smile but something much deeper rested in those big bug eyes. You only nodded, feeling uncomfortable with him being around, as he was an evil spirit trying to rub onto you. The food arriving shortly, everyone else waiting for you to finish praying over the food before devouring it down. Exusing yourself to your room, finished with your food and ready for bed.

You slipped out of the dress and into a night gown, sitting under your covers with your Bible in hand, soft hymns playing from your recorder. You sang along softly , enjoying the cool night air that slipped in through your window, your thoughts interrupted by the door creeking open.

There stood Oliver, his blue eyes suddenly turned darker. He stood there for a good moment, relising you were staring back at him and threw on a small smile.

"Ah. . .thought this was my room..sorry"

He said before turning around and slamming the door shut, honestly shocked that nobody else woke up at that alone. You decided to ignore it, opting to tell Farleigh in the morning.

Time skip 🥰

You were currently walking with Farleigh to the fields, talking about how weird Vanetia and Ollie were acting during breakfast. You were the first ones to get to the field, getting undressed and sharing a blanket to sunbathe on.

Soon Vanetia and Felix joined, Oliver coming later. You glanced over at Farleigh, whispering what happened to you last night to him, which had him grimacing at just the thought.

"Yeah, he's definitely a weirdo now."

You lightly hit his hand, giggling a bit and telling him that's not nice. You continued discussing other stuff, feeling Olivers piercing gaze on you, getting uncomfortable and throwing over a bikini cover on your hips and laying down on your stomach.

The day activities went on as usual, everyone playing tennis in fancy attire while you kept score, skinny dipping in the pond and hide and seek in the maze.

Tonight was dinner with the Henry's, you wore a dark Blue velvet dress and a silk scarf over your shoulders, your hair done neatly and minimal makeup on. You strolled down the stairs, towards the crowded dinning room and taking a seat Next to Farleigh.

"Saved you a seat"

He murmered out, eyes locked in on the brunette who sat not very far from him, an obvious tension between the two. You only brushed it off, eating the food you were served before everyone left to go to the Living room, chatter filled the wide and nicely decorated room.

You sat next to Vanetia, fanning yourself with a drink in hand, enjoying the evening slightly intoxicated. Your boyfriend giving a brief performance with you cheering him on, the alcohol in your system had caused you to tip toe to him, whispering something about hanging out alone. Needing some quality alone time atleast once this summer.

You didn't know what to say, finding any and every possible way to get some time with him, the whole time you were here his eyes lingered on Felix's mousey friend. You fiddled with the scarf around your shoulders, searching in his eyes for some kind of answer.

"Sure"

He blurted out, walking ahead of you to get to his room, leaving the door open for you to enter in. He patted the empty side of the bed, laying his head in the crook of your neck, arms wrapped around your waist- He didn't even bother to let you change first.

"You look so breath taking in that dress babe...wear it more often."

His words flew into your ears, swirling around for a few seconds and slipping back out. You blushed, knowing the emotions he made you feel were normal- but not this one, it was strange and Degrading, it felt disgusting good .. the warmth in your stomach dropping lower..way lower

"Thank you-"

Your words cut off by his swift kiss, his hand cupping the side of your face as he moved up , placing himself between your legs while you two made out. Something of your had snapped, the vow you've taken to wait until marriage has been long forgotten, an insatiable hunger emerging from you.

Hands clawing to find stability in eachother, his own slipping under the dress and feeling your soft skin. Sounds you've never made before slipped through your lips as he pressed his hips against your own, having you feel exactly how he feels

"Wait- I don't want to ru-"

"Shut up, I want you. So, so bad."

You cut him off, your mind already made up and decided. You both flailed to remove any articles of clothing, continuing your starved kisses on eachothers bodies. You couldn't hold back from what you wanted mose anymore, begging him to work were you needed him most.

He slipped down, leaving a soft trail of kisses down your body only to come face to face with your cunt, instinctively diving in face first.

A foreign euphoria washing through you, gasping at the pure and utter skill he has to have your legs shaking already, making out with your puffy clit and twitching hole.

"Wait- Leigh!"

Your fingers coming down to tug at his curls, hips pushing up to gain more pressure and pleasure, adding on more for your first orgasm on the night. You clenched your eyes shut, keeping his plump and soft lips placed right at your core. Everytime you were near your orgasm, he pulled away- claiming that it helps with your orgasm.

This went on for nearly an hour, continuing his edging on your clit, by this point you've shed a couple of tears from the orgasm denial. Getting fed up with his actions, you pulled him over, straddling his lap.

"Oh my?, really bold!"

He grabbed a wrapper from the bedside drawing, slowly placing it on his girthy cock and lifting you onto his cock. Giving you a breather to get used to the new intrusion, prepping you with soft kisses and words of praise, promising not to hurt you.

You had given him the signal that your ready, he took this as a chance to lay you down on your back and softly move his hips, interlocking his large hand over yours. Your eyes screwed shut, bliss filling all your senses- and his.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, his face buried into the crook of your own, praises falling past his pink lips. The grip on your hips tight as if he would loose you any moment, lost in the moment of eachothers embrace.

The door had opened, Oliver walking in only to stop and stare, unsure of how he should feel in this current moment. Hes gaze was judgemental.Your eyes meeting for a brief moment, his gaze never leaving the two of you- almost allured by the sight. His watchful eyes spurred you on even more, your legs locking around the curly headed man's hips, chasing for your orgasm.

"Oh- Leigh, please!"

You weren't sure exactly what you were begging for, nonetheless it slipped through your lips, along with other things. Oliver stood there for a few more seconds before storming out, muttering something under his breath, but you were too out of to even focus on him.

The string in your core was tightening, threatening to break as Farleigh's fingers slipped down, playing with your clit. He gave you a deep kiss, continuing his harsh yet loving movements, his own orgasm reaching.

"You got this, yeah? Cum for me."

His voice was raspy, whining into your ear, his hips snapping into you with a speed you never knew was possible. He gave a few more sloppy thrusts, halting inside you with a deep groan, biting a mark into your shoulder.

This triggered a reaction in you, clenching around him as you came, shameful sounds coming from your lips and flying around the room. You both layed there, absolutely slumped and sweaty from the warm summer night, catching your breath until Farleigh decided to pull out.

You yelped a bit, foreign to the sudden emptiness that still in you, his fingers creeping up your body to fiddle with the cross that sat around your neck. That's when it dawned on you.

"Oh my..what have I done!?"

Farleigh stared at you, knowing you were filled with panic but decided against saying anything that might worry you even further. You quickly knelt by the bed, muttering a soft prayer, the brunette watching intently- careful not to make a sound.

"I shouldn't have drunk so much.."

You frowned, sitting back on the bed, shifting under the sheets of his bed. You only looked up to him, his face calm and unphased, knowing your commitment to your religion.

"There's a church near, you can confess there.?"

"I guess.."

You knew what you did was wrong, yet you enjoyed every moment, willing to do it again if you could. You only sighed, opting to go with the plan your boyfriend gave, deciding to get some rest in his bed.

You'll talk to Oliver aswell in the morning, but for now- all that sat in your mind was your sweet boyfriend.

[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

Inspiration for muzzled Sebbie?

It's spring, so heat and mating time!

Sebastian gets touchy feely and keeps trying to give you hickies and smooches to try and release his feelings as well as get you aroused (even doe he knows you have important work to do...)

He won't come and ask for help when you're free. It's always. When. You're. Working.

So what do we do to bad demons that can't learn to be patient or properly communicate their needs? We muzzle them. (Desensitisation too if you're okay with that)

Leash him. Tie him to the table and have a bar (idk what it's called) separate his legs permanently so he can't try to rub himself out. The only way he can get pleasure is try to hump your foot till he admits he's been bad, apologises and asks for help directly

Oooh!! This is so good!! (A spreader bar I think is what you’re talking about? It forces a subs legs apart and keeps them like that)

(ALSO I CANT BELIVE I HAVEBT DONE FOR DESENSITIZATION??)

Sebastian (demon forms, teasing, nuzzling, basically underlining pet play, ed:ging, slight pact play, ruined org*sm (once), )

-

Spring caused a lot of things to bloom, and you don’t mind when it comes the only thing you get annoyed by is your butler getting into his yearly heats. He couldn’t wait till you finish any work before he’s getting handsy, practically inhaling your scent as he whines about how badly he needs you.

You’ve spoiled him in the past really, you indulged him preavously during his heats and now he things you’ll drop everything you’re doing to stroke/blow him whenever he’s aroused. (Which is basically 24/7 with this horny demon’s heats) He oversteps boundaries, nipping and biting at any exposed skin he can get close to, leaving a ton of sharp, clearly in human bites around your wrist, neck and shoulders.

You had to wear scarfs when it’s 70 degrees out! It was so frustrating so you had to get a few ‘gifts’ to remind your dumb mutt his place. A pretty black muzzle, it would fit him perfectly and a bright pink collar and a matching leash! Even a little name tag for him (along with a phone number to call) to wear.

Before you were even in your house, Sebastian was on you, shoving you against the door, pressing his body right against you and leaning down to kiss you. You bring your free hand up to push him away, he quickly nips your hand and holds it firmly in a painfully sharp grip between his teeth.

You hiss in pain. “Let go.” You say firmly, you get a playful growl in response but he doesn’t let go until you make it an order. You glare at him as you bring the bag up to his eye level. He huffs and looks you over, seemingly not interested in the bags contents as he reaches to fondle your chest.

You grab the leash first, showing it to him. The clink of the tags and the leash get his attention and he stares at it for a second and shakes his head. “No, M-Master just, a hand?” He guides your free hand between his legs and you have to force his pact to stop him. You drag him in the house.

You snap the collar on and give the leash a firm yank, Sebastian in turn bows his head as he lets you pull him along. He whines as you drag him him to your kitchen. You notice the heavy boxes stacked on the table and without missing a beat, you tied Sebastian’s leash tightly. He looked at you like a kicked puppy, lightly tugging at the leash, the table moving as you step away. “Stop.” Your order forces him to freeze.

“M-Master, I cant r-reach you?” He ask in a confused tone. He tries to resist the pressure by rubbing his thighs together to stimulate his aching cock. You had just the item for this! You ordered him to strip (much to his delight) and grab a spreader and once he had kicked off his pants and undergarments, you spread his legs and lock it in place.

Unsurprisingly he was hard, making a mess. With a hushed tone, you speak clearly and slowly. “Don’t. Move. The. Table. That’s an order.” Sebastian groans and presses as far as he can without moving the table, when he reaches for you, you step just out of his range. A whimper escapes him, he claws the ground in frustration and uncomfortably sits on his heels, legs still forced apart. His cock bobbed and given how swollen it was and it was already dripping, you imagine how much it must ache when he can smell that this is arousing you as well.

Not to mention his heat, you can tell all he want is to just buck into you until he’s seeing stars, but now you won’t even let him touch you. “M-Master? I need you…why aren’t you…” He trailed off with a whine glancing between his cock and then to you. “Please?” He whines out.

His cock gives a few hopeful bobs before you step forward. You press a leg between his legs, watching him quickly buck up against your leg. You pull back before he even gets to touch you, earning a growl. “Bad boy!” You step out of his range right before he can grab you. To his embarrassment, his cock was drooling in anticipation, a small puddle of pre pooling between his legs.

“You cant take what you want. You are my dog. You only get what i give you, and you obey me. Be good, I’ll reward you, as your first punishment…” A grin spread across your face as you grab the last item in the bag. You are quick to put it in Sebastian, startling him enough that he didn’t struggle, seemingly not sure how to respond.

Once it clicked in place he seemed to snap out of his trance and you step back. To your amusement he shook his head first, but the muzzle didn’t come off, without being able to see the clasp, he cant easily get it off. He reaches up and feels the contraption on his face.

“Master…you’ve….m-muzzled me? I cant… bite you. I-I cant kiss-“ You force his head up to face you. Before you can speak, he pulls you down, nuzzling into your neck, you can feel his tongue drag over the bars to try and taste you. You growl at him.

“I order you to let go right now and sit like a good dog.” He releases you instantly and sits on his haunches. You step to the other half of the room before you release the order. He huffs and before he can do anything you add. “You are not to touch yourself, you are not to grab me, or touch me without permission.”

A whine escapes him as he listens to you. “And,” You add with a glare. “You need to learn self control…” You step forward, taking his cock into one hand, teasingly rubbing the head of it. You could see his entire body jolt as the pleasure shot through him. He bucks up instantly, but your hand lets go of his cock as soon as he moved.

“W-why..?” Sebastian whimpers out as his cock painful bobs in excitement. “I’ll be good, w-what am I supposed to do?”

You hum and reach down but stop short of his cock. “Don’t buck up when I touch you, if you want something, just tell me. I am sick of you bothering me at work, so today I’m training you.” Sebastian gave you a shocked look, a tremble goes through him at the authoritative tone you use on him.

“M-my heat! I-I can’t train l-like this! This is cruel!” He whines like you caught him stealing a cookie, not him dry humping you while you work. You lean down enough to be eye level with him.

“Higher stakes.” You half joke as your hand goes to his chest instead of cock, teasing his man hood with your other hand, avoiding the tip as you barely rub it between your fingers, intentionally putting too much pressure. “I don’t mind if you ask for it. Politely. But instead you bite me, leaving marks like a dog, so I’ll treat you appropriately. You can use your words when you’re ready to tell me what you want.”

You release his cock once more to his dismay. “You’re heat is going to make this more…intense for you. You only act up when you’re in heat too, so if I can get my dog to keep his bone tucked away whenever he smells his bitch, only then will I let him finish.” You glare at him and disgruntled whine in return.

“I’m not a dog-“ He tries to rub against anything, but in this position his cock can’t reach the floor without you noticing. His ‘bone’ throbbed in a attempt to get your attention, the tip bright red, looking like you had been torturing it…

He pauses, seeing you look down upon him, he can feel the power of your pact keeping him from releasing the agonizing tension between his legs…as much as he wants to fight…he just whimpers in response, tongue lulling out as he pants. “Please, my cock, touch me!” He sits up, almost like he’s presenting his cock to you.

You reach forward, lightly touching it, working it until you wrap a hand around it, you could feel it pulsing in your hand, but you didn’t move…you held his manhood their as he trembled, the pact preventing him from grabbing your hand, leaving it hovering above your hand. He growls in frustration, his teeth clear even with the muzzle, you let go of him and jump back just before there’s a change the in atmosphere.

His wings are out, trembling as his scarlet orbs desperately eye you. You watch him claw at the ground as he bears his teeth in frustration. “B-but I asked!” You nod, but don’t respond right away. “Master, it hurts! Please!” His wings flap desperately, leaving feathers to scatter.

When he sees the scowl on your face he freezes, and to your amusement, he bucks under your gaze and you hear the distinct sound of his cock smacking against his stomach. You let out a short laugh, watching his face turn red as he takes in the situation.

“Puppy,” You wait till he acknowledges you to continue. “You told me to touch you, so I did, you didn’t ask for me to help you, just for a touch.” Sebastian freezes and lets out a drawn out sight.

“Stroke m-my cock! I need you pleaseplease-“ He cries out as you tighten your hold of his throbbing shaft. You stroke him at a leisurely pace, watching the way his hips tremble as he tries to stay still. You barely have a grip on him, you don’t even move all the way to the tip with each stroke! “Please, please! Squeeze my cock! Stroke f-faster, p-please!”

His tone hurried, the ache between his legs worsening with each stroke. You know what he wants, but you’re dragging it out to drive a point home. You do show mercy this time though, hand speeding up and tightening more than he liked. Sebastian moans out a couple “Thank you!”s before he’s trembling.

“Close?” Sebastian nods, his man hood giving a heavy throb before you stopped and let go of him once more. Sebastian cries out, he couldn’t buck fast enough, he’s left trembling as you let him ruin his orgasm. You hear him near wheezing as he pulls on the collar, harder than he should, the table jerks forward and you see him try to get up to stop the boxes from falling, but the spreader causes him to lose his balance and practically bow in front of you. He glanced back to see a few of the boxes on the ledge, if he pulls again…you will definitely punish him if any of those fall…

When he turns back to you, he can see you’re think the same thing, he moves back to give his leash slack before putting his arms behind his back. His cock hung between his legs, still fully erect. “Master, I n-need you to stroke my cock. Please, let me cum! I want to feel good!”

You praise him and lean down, he meets you half way but with the muzzle, he cant kiss you. He let out a defeated whimper. “Muzzle off…please?” You eye him carefully.

“If you bite me once, I’ll leave you like this till tomorrow.” Sebastian whimpers but nods. To his confusion, you don’t touch him or take the muzzle off. Instead you shove your leg between his. You stand up straight and grin. “Hump my leg like a good dog, you can cum as much as you want on one condition.” Sebastian gives you his full attention, his manhood throbbing hard against your calf. “Admit you were a bad boy. Apologize.”

He whimpers and quickly caves. “I’m s-sorry, I’ve been bad, I need to cum please…” He’s bucking against your leg, you show him mercy and bounce your leg with every few thrust. You can feel that he’s close and you let him cum on your shoe, he collapses against you, too tired to support his own weight.

You step aside and he falls forward, dragging the table forwards, making the boxes fall with a loud thud….

Sebastian whimpers in response, he submissively bowed and apologized again with a tremble in his voice. “I-I’m s-sorry! I’m-I didn’t mean to…” You ruffle his hair but don’t punish him over it. Besides you can see his cock starting to come back to life, he’s gonna have to be good if he wants to finish again!

[yourmomsushi]

Simon Riley with a young civilian girly reader ₊♡₊˚ 🍒・₊✧ <3

               

                 (head cannons) 

            (NSFW warning !!)

Simon never understood your obsession with bows. He was always so curious as to why there were bows everywhere in your tiny pretty pink apartment you both shared. There is always a bow in your soft wavy hair, the delicate usual baby pink bow lays in the middle of two strands of curls. There's even a bow tied around your hairbrush, and even your tiny white dior bag you found at the local mall that you convinced Simon to buy for you is covered in a combination of white and pink bows all over the straps. There is even a bow tied around your white lululemon water bottle!

Simon would never judge you about your style, if anything, he's intrigued by it. He's so intrigued that he lets you tie a bow around his biceps. 

he’d purr sweet nothing in your ear as you unsuccessfully tried to wrap the bow over his massively stiff bicep, groaning when the bow fell apart again.

“Need help, love?” he’d say in his thick gruff voice, gently taking the white ribbon out of your hands. A few failed attempts later, with your gentle guidance and a multiple huffs and grunts out of Simon, you manage to tie a pretty bow on his bicep. A small smile cracks against his scarred lips as he sees you marveled at his chest. If it wasn’t for the years of therapy you sternly forced Simon to do in order for him to dig out his trauma and become the best version of himself he wanted to be for you. He’d do anything for you, he let the things that broke him years ago break him again in a thousand pieces again to be put back together correctly for you. 

(NSFW warning !!)

He loved you so much he let you wrap a thick ribbon of pink around his dick. His happy trail led to a baby pink bow, covered in saliva as you sucked his dick.

The only thing Simon could focus on is your pretty pink lingerie as your neck bobbled and scarf down his size, your gags and muffles could be heard through the tiny bedroom you both shared, full of stuff animals such as hello kitty, frogs, dogs, squish-mallows <3 

Soft words of encouragement babbled out of Simon as he made you take it all

“Yeah - Yeah that's it baby.” he purred into your ear as he thrust into your mouth, saliva covering the bed. Tears pool down your round face as you take his long form. 

(woo! My first fanfic on tumblr! I would appreciate feedback if possible! I hate how I make Simon sound, so feedback on that would be nice !! )

With lots of love - Kitty

[silvergyus]

beautiful stranger- c.sb

The train car rushed along its dark passage, weaving through the network of tunnels beneath the city. You sat, decompressing from a long work day, taking in the sights and sounds of your familiar commute home.

You were fortunate to have found a seat today, holding your bag snug on your lap instead of bracing against a pole or hanging onto a sticky handle to steady yourself. You tucked your legs in close, conscious to not take up too much space so that others could pass by. One earbud played music, the other ear free to take in the sounds of public transit.

This was your everyday routine, this shuffle of bodies, this mechanical jolting and stopping, this familiar blend of voices and laughter cut through by the muffled conductor’s voice overhead. The familiarity of the routine made people watching the perfect way to pass the time. You usually saw the same collection of faces- the old woman with the floral cane, the portly business man with his checkered tie- but today you caught sight of a new face.

This boy was beautiful. If you had to guess, you’d say he was in his early twenties. Dark hair fell into his eyes as he read his book. You had access to take in his features, noticing his high cheekbones, his perfectly-crafted cupid's bow arching over full lips, his wide dark eyes and the way his dark lashes contrasted with his skin.

You felt giddy, staring at him, a girlish crush blossoming in your chest. You hid a smile in your scarf as you noticed the slender beauty of his large hands, his delicate fingers turning the page. The butterflies in your stomach quickly turned into daydreams of your future with him. Him taking your hand before you left the train, asking you to stay, to take the seat next to him, tell him everything about yourself. You could almost feel the way his skin would be soft and warm against yours as it rubbed small circles against your knuckles while you spoke, distracting you, but his warm eyes would find yours, he’d nod in encouragement so you’d keep speaking, keep telling him everything you ever dreamed about.

Daydreams faded back into reality as a mother and son walked past, towards the opening doors, breaking your view of the boy. When they passed, you saw him again, perfect bow lips twisted in concentration. You saw him try, fail, and struggle to keep his eyes on the page and not on the bickering women beside him. Stolen Focus the title read. You caught a glimpse when he shifted in his seat, the large letters of the title barely visible between his long, elegant fingers. His hands were beautiful, everything about him was beautiful.

Stolen focus, how you wished that just for a second you could steal his. You watched his large, rich brown eyes dart across the page, willing them to look up, across the narrow aisle, to you.

Your eyes trailed down from his face, taking in his long, long legs. One stretched out into the aisle, a tripping hazard for anyone boarding, the other bounced with a nervous energy that shook his whole slender frame slightly.

A muffled voice blared over the old train car speakers, announcing the stop two ahead of yours. It wouldn’t be long now before you parted ways from the beautiful boy across from you. Unless this was his stop, or next? Maybe that would be easier? If he were the one to leave first? Freeing you from the impossible responsibility of having to break this fantasy? Save you from the urge to stand up and see if maybe, just maybe, he would like to recreate Before Sunrise with you?

Or maybe, even better, he’d get off at the same stop as you, walk the same path home as you, take this route a thousand more times, a constant factor, a million more chances to catch his eye, to make him smile, to start a life intertwined with his.

Such fantasies were dangerous. You knew this. You always set your heart up to break, but you couldn’t help it.

The rush of bodies exiting and boarding the train briefly broke you from your daydream. More bodies, more strangers entered the scene. What if instead of this boy, your future was with one of these others? No, you thought, not today at least. Your beautiful stranger sat straight in his seat, reaching for his phone from his jacket pocket. There was the stolen focus, you thought, smiling to yourself.

Again the warbled voice called over the speakers, calling out the stop before yours. The boy did not move, didn’t do more than cock his head to hear, before turning his twice-broken focus back to his phone. Your heart braced for disappointment as the train lurched from the platform, racing towards your stop. Either your stranger would leap up, grab your hand and run away with you like a fairytale, or he would bury his head back in his pages, never even knowing that you existed.

The doors chimed open as you came to your stop and you sighed, fighting the heartbreak you yourself invented. You stood to leave. The hot air of the platform rushed over your skin as the doors slid open. You felt compelled for one last look at your stranger.

Your heart skipped a beat as you turned to look back and found his brown eyes staring at you. Time seemed to slow as his gaze held yours, though it was only for a second, before he smiled, cupid’s bow mouth grinning wide, revealing deep dimples in his cheeks. It felt like a million futures on a million branches suddenly bloomed for you with his smile. He was beautiful before, locked into his book, but his smile, the curl of his lips and scrunch of his eyes, they made him light up in a way that made your heart flutter.

The rush of bodies, all commuters eager to go home, propelled you forward, out of the train, away from the warmth of your stranger’s smile, but you hoped, as you found yourself smiling fondly, that that wouldn’t be the last smile he gave you.

[biscuitblinkeu]

To be Loved

Fluff • Abuse • Smut

Park Chaeyoung x Fem!reader -> Requested

Word Count: 6885~

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, violence, soft NSFW

Prompt: Soulmate AU with spoice— (reader is shorter than Rosè)

A/N: The long awaited one shot… yeah. I’m on my knees type of sorry for how long this took to get finish. Also, spice starts near the end— SJDHFHDHDJDJ don’t tell me anything about it, just let me fade into existence LOL. It’s not my strong suit, so bear with me. I hope you like some part of it anon! 😭🤞🏽

Soulmates were such a complicated concept. They could be born many years before or after one another; die before meeting; fall in love with someone else— thus breaking their tie; or right out reject their fated pair. They could be halfway across the world, or live in a completely different society than your own.

There were those who didn’t believe in Soulmates, those that thought the system wasn’t fair. But what was fair about fate? It was just a way to bind two people together. Forever. You either got lucky or you didn’t, there’s no in between— soulmates are simply a random occurrence. And the world was too cruel to give everyone the same happiness.

You were one of the few people who didn’t believe in soulmates despite the evidence they were real being all around you. You didn’t believe in the fairytales from poets, the grand, romanticized adventures about those looking for their fated pair, those who traveled across the world, suffered many hardships, and finally, by the wonderful power of destiny, found their other half. 

It was all a joke to you. It was unhealthy, too. Imagine spending almost your whole life wishing upon a dazzling shooting star for a soulmate to take you away from the loneliness and the imaginary scenarios, making them true, only to find out they died or broke the tie. Or to pathetically plead to the otherworldly force that created soulmates each year for someone to save you, to love you, for it to not be answered?

It was your own personal experience— something you believed to be a forever thing.

 It wasn’t.

.

The crescent moon grinned down upon you mockingly, its light illuminating the streets. Everyone seemed to always have a destination in mind, somewhere they knew they had to go. You were always lost.

 A bitter wind nipped at your face and hands, and you pulled your scarf up more.You looked at the heavy brown-paper bag in your hands and sighed, you had to go back home. Those all familiar feelings bubbled up inside of you once again: hopelessness; fear. These feelings made you hurt, they were empty feelings that just seemed to grow bigger everyday, making it harder for you to have control. You clenched your fists to stop the shaking, even dug your nails into your skin. It didn’t help. 

(Even if you did right, you’d still get punished).

That’s how it always started: the trembling. It started from your fingers and made its way through your body till you’re shaking. When you shake you no longer have control of your nerves. If you’ve lost control of your nerves, you get dizzy. Then you’ve lost the ability to breathe properly… and you drown. 

You ripped your gaze away from the bag that held bottles of tequila and champagne and forced your feet to move forward. Though, too caught up in trying to prevent yourself from getting overwhelmed, you failed to notice the wild animal scurrying on the sidewalk in front of you. A shriek left you and the bag in your hands dropped as you jumped out of surprise, its contents smashing and spilling out on the floor and your shoes. The smell is strong, and you wrinkle your nose. 

There goes your chance at having a peaceful night.

You hope they’ve fallen asleep and forgot. When you’re walking up the driveway you saw that the lights were still on. They’ve just forgotten to turn them off. They’re asleep, you told yourself over and over as you're unlocking the door.

They’re not. 

Your mother was still perched on her soulmate’s lap, just as she was when you went out, looking at you expectantly. Your eyes darted to the floor, and a quiet, shaky breath left your lips. 

She noticed your hands are empty and her face falls. You could see the burning color appear on her cheeks— she’s angry now, and in front of her soulmate you’ve embarrassed her? 

“Excuse me,” she murmured as she slid off his lap. She walked past you, heading to the hallway, and even though she doesn’t verbally tell you to follow her or do any type of gesture, you just know to follow her. 

You’re in the hallway, and oh, what a hazardous place to be in. Your eyes darted around the small corridor, taking mental notes of what looked sharp and what could bruise you and what might— “(Y/n).” Her voice was cold and it made you jump, she gave you a what-the-fuck look. “Where are our drinks? Where have you gone to take this long and come back empty handed? Where’s my money? Where has it been spent?” She bombarded you with questions.

“I had them, but…” Should you tell her you were a klutz and dropped it? 

Well, you’re unable to anyways. The moment your mom scrunched her nose up with that glint in her eyes you knew what was coming, yet you weren’t ready for it. It was just so fast. 

A heavy, hard smack collided with your cheek, knocking you off balance to the ground. The trip wasn’t so smooth as your back dug into the sharp dresser edge on the way. You held your cheek, blinking rapidly as pain assaulted your senses. God, your head was spinning, your ears were ringing, and your face burned. You bit your lip to stop any cries. Tears pricked at your eyes and you refused to look at her, your gaze trained to the polished wood boards. 

Your mother has already come up with her scenario, her answer instead of hearing you out. (Not that the outcome would be any different, but maybe less harsh).

“So you decided to drink it yourself, huh?” She scoffed, rubbing at her temples like you were an annoying headache. “I knew I smelt something… You naughty little girl, that was ours!” You still smelt like the alcohol, meaning you must’ve drunk theirs, that’s the only reasonable conclusion, right?

You saw her coming closer to you. She grabbed a handful of your hair and you yelped, forced to stand up. Your legs scrambled for grip underneath you and as soon as it’s gained, it’s lost when your mother’s knuckles collide with your jaw on the same side of the slap. She was not going easy on you, and you deserve it. You deserve this, because this is what you get for not paying attention.

Your vision blurred for a moment and you finally let a cry escape your lips. “Mom!” Your mother rolled her eyes and practically manhandled you to your room, her nails digging into the side of your waist and arm with a bruising grip as she pushed you forward. “Mom! Please stop, it hurts!” 

“Good,” she sneered, fingers digging deeper into your skin. You whimpered in agony. “You had one job…couldn’t even do that.” You’re scared, everything hurts, and you're beginning to tremble again, and this time, maybe you’ll welcome the panic if it’ll give you something else to focus on. 

She pushed you onto your bedroom floor and snorted at your state. “Go to bed. I don’t want to hear anything from you.” Then she slammed the door, the sound ringing in your ears. 

You didn’t have the energy to drag yourself onto your bed, and would rather not risk making things harder for yourself, so you curled up on the ground. The sharp smell of cigarettes lingered in the air, causing your nose to sting, each shallow intake of air more stuttered than the last as you began to weep. The gash on your cheek was painful, and the feeling of a wet sensation let you know that the skin was broken and bleeding. 

You can’t do this anymore. 

You've seen how hard it is for people with mothers and fathers that aren’t soulmates. The judgment, the uncertainty, the hushed whispers. You’ve experienced it first hand. 

Your mom and dad weren’t soulmates, just two people that stopped trying. Ever since your mom found her soulmate (Evan) and broke up with your dad, you were able to see your mom finally in true love, yet your dad was broken. His soulmate, who died before they could meet, awaited him in the afterlife. Not long before they broke up, it was like the Universe decided he had nothing else to live for if not with his soulmate, and he passed. 

Since then, Evan stopped you from finishing your studies to stay home and take care of your mom and the expected baby. The miscarriage was highly unexpected, and you’ve been the punching bag since. Your little brother's death was traumatic for them, and they couldn’t come up with a reason why it had to be that way— so it was pushed onto you. 

It’s your fault, your mom told you; you should’ve taken care of her better, Evan had said, she was too stressed out because of you. You’ll never find your soulmate, they said, creating the first crack. You're unlovable. Useless. Who could ever love you? You’re here because your soulmate left you.

(It was then you realized you couldn’t rely on a soulmate to save you).

With your studies discontinued, your life plans were shattered. You've been forced to live with your mom since your dad died, having no other place to go. You’ve hopped from job to job, saving up money to leave and get back on track, but they take it away from you anyways. You're stuck.

That’s why you decided to run away. 

When Evan and your mom retired to their room, you waited a few hours, then snuck out of your room— for the first time grateful for not having a lock— with a bag packed. You always kept some funds away from your mother, funds she didn’t know about, and today you would use them. The downstairs was quiet, and you made sure to stray away from creaky floorboards. You turned the corner, flinching upon seeing Evan in the kitchen digging through the fridge. You needed to go through the kitchen to get out. His droopy, unkind eyes settled on you. 

“Hey,” he said, frowning as he put his cup down. “Aren’t you supposed to be in your room?”

When he took a step towards you, you bolted, running past him and throwing the door open. A moment later the same door flew open, and you realized he was chasing you. “Hey! Fuck— get back here!”

You ran harder, barely getting air into your lungs as you turned corners and ran through streets, bumping into people. When you no longer heard his voice yelling after you, you switched into a slow jog, then a tired walk. 

You walked a few blocks, then entered a café to rest.

You glanced around the room, noting how cozy it was. It reminded you of how your grandma’s house would have a homey atmosphere; old family photographs hung proudly on the walls, soft music playing from a record player, and the air scented with something that made you warm. There weren't many customers, and you figured it was close to closing. 

You hung your backpack over a chair and sat down, resting your head on the table, taking a much needed break. You would order a drink, but didn’t want to inconvenience the baristas since they were cleaning up. When you felt your eyes closing, you reminded yourself to leave before 

they closed. 

It wasn’t long before you slipped into a nap, the comforting atmosphere lulling you deeper, and ignored the almost overwhelming feeling in your heart. You ignored the tugging sensation on your index finger too.

.

“Excuse me,” a voice whispered, accompanied by a soft tap on your shoulder. When you didn’t respond, she lightly shook your shoulder.

You flinched awake and she furrowed her brows. “Hi, I’m so sorry about that. I didn’t mean to scare you, but it’s closing time and…” She trailed off. 

You couldn’t believe Rosé from Blackpink, global kpop star and ambassador, was in front of you. You took note of the khaki, bear-printed apron she wore along with a name tag,p: the café’s uniform. But more importantly, why was she so much prettier up close? Her blonde hair was in a ponytail, and a couple strands were left out to frame her face. Her eyes were a soft but narrow shape, giving them a natural innocent look, and her nose was perfectly straight and sculpted. The bit of freckles that graced her nose and cheeks made her even more breathtaking.

The ever so reddening of her cheeks let you know that you were staring far too long. 

You quickly stood up and unhooked your backpack from the wooden chair, slinging it over your back. “I’m sorry,” you apologized almost immediately, as if it’s out of habit. Your eyes darted back to the floor, and she felt her heart break. 

Something clearly wasn’t right. 

“I’ll leave now…thank you for waking me up.” Without waiting for her response you started to walk away, unable to endure her curious gaze any longer. Though, a hand wrapping itself around your wrist stops you in your actions, and prompts a quiet gasp to leave your lips. Her touch was electric. You turned back around, trying not to dwell on the warmth encasing your wrist, and faced her. 

Why did she just grab you? She, too, looked shocked. Her cheeks dusted with a light pink as she looked away from you. Did she feel it too? 

Looking down, she noticed the harsh blobs of purple and green peeking out from your hoodie sleeve and her heart jumped for a whole different reason. They were shaped like fingerprints— like someone grabbed you violently. At the realization, she was momentarily rendered speechless. 

She only had one thing on her mind, and it wouldn't be right if she ignored it. Her eyebrows furrowed, and she looked down briefly before looking you straight in the eyes. Her eyes soft with concern, she asked, “Are you okay?” Immediately, you tensed up. You inhaled sharply, attempting to steady yourself by taking deep breaths. “You’re hurt. Who did this to you?” She pressed.

There it was. You could feel tears building at the corners of your eyes, and she definitely noticed. You tried to speak, but your tongue felt too heavy to form coherent words. “I— I’m…” You're fine? You injured yourself?

“Please tell me, I need to know.” Her voice was stern yet laced with a gently concern. You weren’t getting out of this. Her hand loosened its grip, but didn't fully let go. Did she know you would bolt the moment she did?

Your vision started to blur, and you blinked rapidly against the incoming stream of tears. It’s all you can do to keep yourself together. One part of you wanted to tell her, wanted to spill everything, the other held you back and wanted to tell a lie. You shouldn’t burden her. You could take care of yourself. But you couldn’t bring yourself to utter those words.

Noticing your inner turmoil, Rosé backtracked, and apologies were leaving her mouth in a rapid rush. “Sorry, I’m so sorry. That was very rude of me. I’m Chaeyoung. You are?”

You sniffled, feeling slightly overwhelmed. “…(Y/n).”

She smiled lightly. “(Y/n)? Your name is beautiful, I love it. Now… I know I was really forward just now, but I’m worried about you. I can’t just leave this unattended, I— I want to help you…if that’s alright.”

“Help?” You repeated quietly. The word felt foreign on your tongue, even more so hearing it applied to your situation. Usually people looked the other way, not wanting to get involved or merely too scared to. And you’ve gotten so used to it that you felt you weren’t deserving of help. Now, you bitterly wondered why it took so long to come to you, especially in times of need.

“Yes. Do you want my help?” She asked again, softer.

God, yes. Yes, you want help. You could only nod your head, a quiet sob leaving your lips. You hid your face, self-conscious in front of her. Suddenly, you're engulfed in a warmth, such a comforting embrace, and it only makes the tears fall harder. 

“It’ll be okay,” she murmured, letting you cry into her chest. She was taller than you, her chin resting delicately upon the crown of your head. The feeling of being cared for washed over you, easing your stress for a minute, allowing you to take some time to calm down. Her scent filled your lungs, and you could have sworn you smelled a floral mixed with vanilla. 

Once you calmed down enough, you pulled away and managed to whisper a hoarse, “Thank you.”

“Of course,” she replied. “Now, can I know what’s going on in order to help you better?”

After that short moment, you told her - a stranger you surprisingly felt you could trust - everything. You told her about your parents, getting chased as you tried to leave the house, and the origin of the bruises. You kept it brief, however, and once you explained the details of your situation she offered to take you to the hotel she was staying at.

You were hesitant to leave the café, fearing your family was searching the streets for you, she called her manager to get the two of you and you waited inside. While waiting, she asked you a few things about yourself and exchanged some things about her. 

You learned that she had a “complicated" job that left her restless at night, hence why she was helping out at her friend's café. She was humble to a fault, telling you about her friends and how grateful she is to have the opportunities she has now, too. 

It wasn’t long before her manager, a young-looking, friendly woman, greeted you when Chaeyoung opened the car door and the both of you slid in. You’re not good at small talk, but she was a natural at it. It wasn’t long before the conversation flowed freely and you didn’t have to pretend. She made you comfortable.

There was a lull in the air, the only noise being the car’s engine grumbling and the wind whipping by the slightly lowered window. She turned to face you fully, and you shifted in your seat from her gaze. “Do you know who I am?”

You bit your tongue at the question, not expecting it— at least, not this soon. (Was it obvious?) “I do. I mean, I may have seen your face on a few products and billboards.” You pinched at the fabric of your pants, not realizing you were beginning to frown. “Is that okay? I’m not trying to...” Intrude; leach; burden. 

She cut your rambling short with a chuckle. “That’s fine,” she assured. “It doesn’t change anything. I want to do this.” It honestly scared her how much she wanted to help you. 

She has been warned multiple times about “normal people”. 

They’re different, all they see is your fame, you on the stage, what you have and what they don’t. 

She has been used because of her kindness, taken advantage of and lied to. Threatened, even. But somehow she knew you weren’t like them. She was acting on a feeling she couldn’t explain. 

The feeling she has searched for her whole career, perhaps. She pushed the thought to the back of her brain— it was the least of her worries. Now, she needed to make sure you felt safe.

.

You expected she stayed at a quality hotel, but just seeing it— such a large, grandice building, was mind blowing. It was nestled between a street lined with high end brands and local restaurants, drawing eyes. Nonetheless, you didn’t feel any envy towards her. You knew she had worked hard to get to this point in life. 

You followed closely behind Chaeyoung, the guards at their post by the main entrance, intimating you with their blank expressions and bold stances. They gave her a singular nod as she passed, their eyes lingering on you for a few moments with masked confusion. You smiled wryly, imagining how it must look to others, and readjusted the facemask her manager had given you. 

You didn’t want to cause any problems for her.

Chaeyoung was a natural at conversing with people, something you lacked in, greeting the receptionist with a smile and small talk. She had just finished laughing at a joke. “Is there another room available on the same floor as mine?” She asked, glancing at you. You furrowed your brows, confusion reflected in your eyes.

The receptionist clicked around the computer for a moment. “Yes, there is. Are you trying to rent it?”

“I am,” she replied. 

“Okay can you state the guest name and residency? Or are you buying it in your name?”

“In my name—“

“No!” You blurt suddenly, coming closer to the counting. You turned to her, shaking your head. “I can…I can pay for it, Chaeyoung. You’ve already done enough for me. I can’t ask you to do anything more.” There was something in your voice, pleading, which caught her off guard. Why were you so against it? 

She tilted her head quizzically, her lips pursed together. Oh, she would spoil you. She smiled. “No, I can’t let you do that.”

You were flustered, calculating how much she would have to pay: a whole lot. It was definitely pricey for your current funds, but you didn’t care. You didn’t have to stay long… “But it’s only right—-“

”I want to. So please accept, okay?” 

Realizing she wasn’t going to back down, you gave up. (For now). “…You’ll at least let me pay you back after, right?” You really didn’t like owing people.

She pretends to think about it for a moment. “Nope, c’mon.” She grabs the keys from the lady and leads you to the elevator. 

The ride was silent, and Chaeyoung didn’t seem bothered by the lack of interaction. On the other hand, she realized you had a lot going through your mind. That much was obvious from your lack of expression.  

Once she returned to her suite, she would contact Alice or her family for connections to lawyers. Abuse was a touchy subject, getting you to open up would be difficult…

.

The suite was luxurious— spacious and lavishly decorated with high-end furniture, plush carpets, and drapery. The living room was furnished with comfortable sofas, armchairs, and a coffee table. The large windows offered breathtaking views of the surrounding city. Further in, the bedroom featured a king-sized bed with premium linens and soft pillows, and the lighting is carefully curated, creating a warm environment. The bathroom had marble floors and walls, a deep soaking tub, and a separate rainfall shower. 

You re-entered the living space, completely shook. Wasn’t this too much? 

Chaeyoung sat on one of the island chairs, swirling around. “Nice, isn’t it? I recently started booking with this place. They have 24-hour room service and a private chef upon request. There’s also a private lounge, spa, and fitness center— but I hardly have time to use those services anyways...” 

“It’s… definitely nice.” You couldn’t begin to imagine the price for one day— 

“I’m happy you think so, I want you to be comfortable. Are you hungry?” She was already grabbing her phone as she asked, a pamphlet in her hand.

You shook your head, only to be betrayed by your stomach rumbling. She laughed, and the sound made your heart stutter in your chest without warning. She had a cute smile on her face as she beckoned you over. “Not hungry, hm?” She teased. 

“Maybe a little,” You said then, your face heating up slightly due to the embarrassment. She smiled wider, typing in the Suite’s website and clicking on food service. 

“What would you like? This place is really famous for their pastas and stews, but they have almost everything here.” She started listing off items, going from the most popular to the lesser popular dishes (they’re all expensive either way). Halfway through the selections you stopped her, finding a simple meal that was the least expensive yet filling. 

“Can you add the pho and salad to the order? I’m paying for it. You don’t need to spend more than necessary on me.” A stranger.

She frowned at that. “But I’m treating you, still.” 

“I know…but you’ve really done enough for me. I can’t ask for more,” you were adamant. 

“You can,” She emphasized. “In fact, I want you to. And I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but I was the one who wanted to bring you here, and I have more money than I know what to do with, so let me pay for your things, please. I want to do this, let me take care of you.” 

You bit into your tongue, mulling over the situation. You knew at this point she wouldn’t let anything go, she’d just insist, and insist, and insist, coaxing you to comply with her lovely smile, and her kind eyes, and her gentle tone that never fails to have you feeling so warm.

“Okay, fine,” You said, and immediately a smile was pulling at her lips, that cheerful mood she had before coming back as soon as it faded. “On one condition: you at least let me pay for the food— yours too.”

“But—”

“I need to do something useful, Chaeyoung. It’s killing me, so just this once, please.”

“Alright,” she reluctantly agreed, almost hesitant to even let you type in your card for the order. “Just this once, and this time only.” 

“Yes, yes, thank you,” You finally smiled. 

The hotel staff didn’t take long preparing your orders, which is likely expected of such a fancy place like this. The servers came in with a trolly and placed the meals on the table. It looked and smelt delicious, and you and Chaeyoung ate right away. 

Sometime while eating, Chaeyoung called for your attention. “Hey, (Y/n)?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you believe in soulmates?”

You paused, bringing the utensil away from your mouth. You took in a breath, steeling your emotions. “No.” 

She almost choked. “Can I ask why not?”

At that question you became quiet. Even more so than before. Soulmates— there it is again.

Everyone seems to talk about soulmates; finding their perfect someone, and it seems Chaeyoung is one of them. “I don’t.” You answered, smiling wryly. “A long awaited destiny finding your other half? It’s…it’s really nothing but a fairytale.” 

“Oh. Yeah… I guess it’s a little childish.” Once you saw her expression drop more, that look of concern on her face, you glanced away and started stuffing your cheeks with rice again. You shouldn’t feel guilty for opposing the idea— everyone’s entitled to their own options, yet the crestfallen look on her face gave you a pang to your heart. You felt you needed to explain why, and you did. 

“No,I didn’t mean it like that… it’s not childish to believe in. I just— I know they’re real; and it’s great if you find yours and you’re happy,” you began, finding it hard to express yourself. “I just think the system isn’t fair.” What you didn’t say, however, is that sometimes it’s a waste of hoping and dreaming. You’re bound to get tired of it, to give up after a while. And giving up hurts the most, because it means accepting you won’t have that happiness.

“I see,” She murmured, given your response. She smiled again, but you could tell it was lacking. “Well, let’s finish eating. The food is getting cold.“

“Right.” You both ate in silence after that. The mood was heavy, filled with awkwardness, uncertainty, and just— something. You didn’t understand why, however. Why is she so caught up on that rare concept? Why does she care if you believe in it or not? You really couldn’t understand her. 

.

Chaeyoung was standing outside the door, returning to her own suite. “I sent you a text from my real number. If you need anything— don’t hesitate to call me, no matter the time. I’m just down the hallway.”

“Okay,” you nodded. Then she left you alone to your own devices. 

You decided going to sleep would be the best course of action. You avoided checking your phone, worried that even though you’ve turned off your location they’d still find you. 

Just sitting on the king-sized bed made you drowsy, and you were glad Chaeyoung was helping you, because it surely made you feel safer. It wasn’t long before your eyes grew heavy and your breathing evened out, and you were happy to sleep peacefully.

However, it was short lived by rapid-paced banging on the door. Still in the bedroom, you heard the door knob jiggling aggressively, and a few murmured voices. You flinched, immediately reached for your phone to dial a number. It rings twice before she picks up. “Hello? Chaeyoung?” You call anxiously, circling your knees up to your chest as you sit on your bed. 

“Yeah?” She answers lightly, her voice evident of sleep, and as much as you’d hate to rip her from her sleep, even if she said she didn’t mind, but you had a problem. 

“Someone’s—someone’s banging on my door. I don’t know what to do. What if they get inside? What if it’s my mom? What if they hurt me? I tried calling the security but I got no answer. I’m scared.” 

“Okay, okay. Calm down. I’ll be over there right away. Stay in your room for now, okay?” Chaeyoung hurried down the hallway, mindful to not keep you waiting.

In front of your door, a man in a suit slumped against the wall, the hotel staff fussing over him. “Sir, you’re drunk! You’re disturbing our guests, this is not your room. Let us…”

She let out a sigh of relief, knowing the problem wasn’t serious— but still felt tense knowing you weren’t aware of the situation. When the staff got the man off his butt, she knocked on your suite door. “It’s just me. I’m coming in, okay?” With that, she cracked open the door slowly. Her heart nearly stopped when she saw you curled up into a tight ball, crying softly in your bed. Without hesitation, she walked over to the corner of your room where you sat, taking a seat beside you. You leaned back into her arms with a sniffle, looking at her with tears welling up in your eyes. The sight made her want to hold you tighter. “Hey,” she whispered, rubbing your back. “It was just a confused man, he had mistaken the room number.”

“…Really?” You sniffled and pulled away slightly, half-embarrassed you’re relying on her again, half not wanting to leave her arms. She made you feel safe. 

“Yes, the staff took care of it right away. I’m sorry you had to experience that…” She was frowning, frustrated it had to be your room, that you were probably scared out of your sleep because of it, and that it might’ve resurfaced some of your trauma. It pulled on her heartstrings seeing you so shaken up and anxious. 

“Oh,” you nodded, instantly feeling calmer at the news. “That’s good.”

“It is,” she agreed. 

You quietly cleared your throat, realizing the death grip you had on her shirt. Heat spreaded across your nape and face. In front of Chaeyoung, you felt like a middle schooler with a crush all over again. “Thank you,” you mumbled. 

“For what?” She asked. 

You fiddled with your fingers unconsciously, avoiding her soft gaze. Did she truly not know? “For coming here— for everything.” 

Chaeyoung wanted to shake her head and deny it— she did it out of her own violation, afterall, but instead accepted your gratitude. “Of course.”

Something has been on her mind for a while— your presence demanded her full attention; and despite not knowing each other for more than two days, you’ve managed to make her a mess— she felt like she'd do anything for you. 

“What’s that on your finger?” She asked, her voice a low murmur.  It was a red string, tied into a neat little bow, the other linking end tightly wound around her own finger. Her lips parted in shock, realization donning her features. 

“What do you…?” You looked at your finger, only for your words to die in your throat. You stared at the foreign string, heart pounding in your chest and blood rushing in your ears. It couldn’t be.

“You’re my soulmate,” she murmured, sounding so undeniably happy. 

“No…” you whispered, shaking your head. It was useless, though, because the evidence was there. You suddenly felt the need to escape Chaeyoung’s embrace— your soulmates embrace. Before you could attempt to get any farther, another step— there were a pair of arms quickly wrapping around you, pulling you against a familiar chest in a tight, tight, tight embrace. It's warm, unyielding, and you were trapped completely— you couldn't get away even if you fought. "Chaeyoung," you started, sucking in shaky breaths, trying to not get drunk by the close proximity. "Y-You said I'm—I'm yours. Your—soulmate?" You get out, half coherent and half blubbering.

She understood you nonetheless, and hummed in acknowledgment, holding you a little bit tighter. "I did," She confirmed. You hadn't even realized that you’d started crying— but you were, and there are hot tears streaming down your cheeks. They're salty, and they're bitter with disappointment, yet above all they're filled with relief.

You’re soulmates, she said.

The rare, one-time chance concept of being a fated pair— having someone in the world that was meant for you and you alone, your complete significant other, where the world pulled you toward them until that bond is broken by choice. It was a lot to process, and it changed just about everything, but—

“I’m here, and we can take this at whatever pace you want. I know it’s hard, very sudden, but… I want this. I want you, if you're willing to accept me.” 

…. ⚠️

“You look so beautiful tonight,” Chaeyoung told you, following behind you to your shared bedroom, admiring the way your dress hugged your body. It was a black fitted dress that showed off your shoulders and figure. Your hair was tied up loosely with a pink ribbon. 

She changed after the show, wearing something much more comfortable, but still looked amazing. 

You flushed, beginning to take your jewelry off at the vanity.  “That’s the fifth time you’ve told me that,” you said, a smile present on your face. “But thank you, it makes me really happy.  I should say I couldn’t take my eyes off you when you were dancing. It made me….” You trailed off, finding it too bold to confess. Over the course of six months, she’s worked her way into your heart almost effortlessly, supporting and loving you every step of the way. Everyday you're grateful that you were able to meet, even if the way you met wasn’t romantic. 

“Made you what?” Rosie stood behind you and rested her hands on your hips. Unable to help herself, she  bent down to kiss your exposed neck. You closed your eyes, sighing softly as she kissed the side of your throat. “It’s embarrassing,” you muttered, and she sank her teeth into your skin, causing you to gasp. “Ah— Chaeyoung…”

“Tell me, baby.” Her voice held that tone again, the one that had you shivering under her touch, aching for more. 

Knowing you couldn’t convey it through words, you turned around in her arms and wrapped your own around her neck, pressing a soft kiss to her lips as you remembered how she moved to some of their songs’ sensual choreographies and the control she had while doing so. She kissed back, deep and languid. Her palm was hot, sliding over your curves and leaving behind a searing sensation. You broke away from the kiss, your breath coming out ragged as you  looked into her eyes, her pupils dilated. “That’s how you make me feel,” you whispered into the little space between you. 

She responded by pulling you into another heated kiss. The vibrations of your moans against her mouth made her heart hammer in her chest as she began to lift your dress up slightly, wanting to feel your thighs on her hands again. 

Breath hitching roughly in her throat, Chaeyoung felt the tip of your tongue flick at the seam before sliding across its full length. She let you push your tongue past her lips, feeling herself losing herself in the moment, completely surrendering to the sensations coursing through her. (Kissing you seemed to do that to her).

Lips sliding and pressing against each other, tongues touching and tangling, you felt weak in the knees. You squeezed her arm, “Chaeyoung,” you said in between kisses, tugging at her shirt.

She groaned, the breathy sound of her name and the authoritative, low tone coming from you sent tingles rippling down her spine and left her feeling lightheaded.

With one last lingering kiss, she pulled away and led you to the bed by your hand. You laid down first, reaching for her and pulling her towards you. She crawled onto the bed after you, kissing you again. Your fingers played with her hair, combed gently through the locks. “This feels good,” you said quietly, tilting your head for more access, feeling a sense of contentment, desire, and love welling up inside of you. You felt her pause and smile against your skin. 

While busying herself with making pretty marks on your neck, her fingers traced along your bare thigh, making you writhe beneath her, and she reveled in how sensitive you were to her touch. 

She groaned at the slight tug from your fingers threading themselves in her hair as she continued to kiss your neck. “We can stop anytime...”

"No,” You said almost too quickly, gasping when you felt her bite you lightly, teeth nipping at your neck before a tongue soothed the area. "Please, don't stop.” You were ready to go all the way tonight.

Chaeyoung’s heart could burst out of her chest in that moment, knowing that you were ready for the next step, that between soulmates it would make the bond even stronger. She made her way up and kissed you again, now with a fever and tenderness that had a growing hunger.

Your fingernails dug into her back when she darted her tongue slow and deep across the roof of your mouth— in and out, over and over, in a way that made you instantly imagine her mouth traveling elsewhere. The idea alone got you riled up. 

"Chaeyoung, please.." you gasped against her lips as another wave of heat circled through your abdomen and pulsed between your legs. 

"We've got time, my love," She slotted a leg between your thighs, pressing against your center purposefully. “I'm all yours tonight." Her hand slipped between your bodies, hiking up your mini-dress just enough for her to have access to your lace panties.

You gasped and tightened your grip in her hair, subconsciously bucking your hips the moment her fingers brushed across your center. A wave of pleasure overtook your body, and you could feel her edging to dip her fingers lower. It wasn’t long before she felt how soaked you were, how wet she made you, forcing a stifled moan from her throat that vibrated against your lips. You whimpered, tightening your thighs around her hand at the sound.

Knowing what you needed, she quickly discarded your underwear, and dipped a finger in you, making you shudder and squirm. Giving you a few moments to adjust, she watched your face for any signs of discomfort before pumping in and out. You lifted your hips off the bed to meet her pace, her finger reaching deeper with each slow, tantalizing pump. 

You could barely think straight with how intense everything suddenly became, and it only intensified as she added a second finger, pumping faster. There was a coil building in your stomach, moments away from snapping. “Chaeyoung— I’m gonna—” You panted heavily, your face burning, eyes closed tightly. With every stroke, your walls contracted tightly around her finger, making her curse under her breath. "Fuck, love. You're so tight... Are you close?”  

You nodded against her shoulder frantically, nails digging into her back.  

“Then come for me,” she murmured, adding her thumb in the mix to push you over the edge, her fingers relentless, as you arched forward, the pressure in your lower stomach building to such an extent you couldn’t hold back anymore. Your whole body trembled, incoherent words and moans leaving your mouth, your entire body shaking as an orgasm ripped through you. 

All the while Chaeyoung slowed the pace, your body writhing underneath her hand as she pumped in and out, her fingers gliding across your sensitive spot as she watched you come apart for her, helping you ride it out. She felt breathless, and absolutely loved seeing you like that; all flushed and sweaty, needy for her. You're her Angel— her soulmate. 

She kissed you, slow and sweet. “There, love. I’ve got you,” she cooed softly. “I love you, you did so well.”

You reached up, cupping her cheeks, loving the way your soulmate looked at you. “Just give me a moment,” you said, smiling. “It’ll be your turn next.”

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Day 7: sharing clothes

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That night Spencer arrived at his apartment quite tired, to the point of wanting to go straight to bed.

He had to admit that splitting the rent for an apartment hadn't convinced him at all at first, however, with each passing month he felt luckier to have someone to keep him company and help him with household chores. It's not that the girl he had as a roommate took care of everything, but because she was a university student, she had more free time and Spencer repaid him for all the favors by being her walking library or even helping him study the topics for the seasonal exams, as a kind of win-win.

“Spencer?” he heard from the common area, just as he was taking off his shoes. Still wearing his socks, he walked across the carpet until he reached the door and opened it, looking at you on the other side.

"Yeah?"

“Hey, can you lend me a tie for tomorrow?” you asked sadly. He was surprised to notice that you were wearing a formal suit, very different from the carefree outfits you usually wore, and for a moment he imagined you as a member of the BAU. “I have to attend a conference and I must follow the code of etiquette and stuff, but I don't want to wear a dress”

“Yeah, I must have some around here,” he laughed, turning to rummage through the closet. Spencer was very organized, in a strange way, so it didn't take him long to find what you needed “Do you like this one?”

“It's perfect, thank you,” you exclaimed, taking the purple tie he was offering you between your fingers. You couldn't know it, but the soft purple fabric was almost new and that was why he had chosen it, so that you would wear the best.

“Do you know how to tie it?” he mumbled and from the awkward smile you showed him he assumed the answer was no. He wrapped it around your neck and gently pulled you towards him, managing to cut your breath. With one hand on each end of it he began to tie it, frowning and lightly pursing his lips as a sign of his concentration, until a nice knot was ready “Keep it like this and tomorrow you just slide it on, okay?”

“You're my hero,” you exclaimed happily, carefully holding the tie he had so carefully prepared “I made macaroni for dinner, do you want to join me?”

“Yeah,” he responded with a shrug.

The two of you had dinner together and after that you went to sleep, lacking the energy to stay awake any longer. In the morning you got up earlier than usual to get ready and in the process you noticed that your partner was walking around the apartment, moving here and there as if he were looking for something.

"What are you doing?"

“I can't find my scarf,” he lamented. “I probably left it in the laundry bag. Or so I hope"

“Take mine,” you offered kindly. From one of the drawers in your closet you took out a bright red scarf and extended it to the man, who hesitated whether to accept it or not “Come on, it's the least I can do. I don’t want you to catch a cold or we’ll have to quarantine you” you joked and then he finally took it.

“Good luck with your conference, take a lot of notes and if something is not clear, you can tell me”

“Good luck with your work too. Are you coming to dinner today?”

"I don't know"

“Well, either way I’ll wait for you,” you said kindly. Spencer responded with a smile and waved goodbye to you, making sure to adjust her scarf before leaving the apartment.

And that exchange was only the beginning for two closets to become, after a long time, practically one.

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Sick Amaimon x Reader

Idea I had while talking to @m0rb1dch1ld about how we'd take care of Amaimon. 🥺

 “I can’t believe I forgot to do my Japanese homework,” you grumble to yourself, flipping through your textbook. The class isn’t until after lunch, so if you work on it now and in between classes, you should be able to finish before lunchtime. You’ve arrived earlier than your classmates, so for the next fifteen minutes, you bury your head in the textbook, eager to complete it as soon as possible. Just a couple of minutes before the bell rings, your seatmate joins you. “Good morning, Amaimon,” you whisper to him as he settles into his seat, making sure not to say his name too loudly. “Good morning, ______.” His voice comes out hoarse and raspy. You turn abruptly to face him, your concern intensifying with every passing second. He looks unwell. The dark circles under his eyes have deepened significantly, casting a shadow over his already pale complexion. His nose is bright red, and his skin appears unusually flushed, indicating that he may be battling a fever. Every detail of his appearance stirs a deeper wave of worry within you.

“Oh my God, Amaimon, are you okay?” You press the back of your hand against his forehead to check his temperature. “You’re so hot. Why did you come to school?”

Your boyfriend just stares at you, confused. “Because it’s Monday. I have to go to school.”

A moment later, the teacher walks in and calls for attention. Not only does Amaimon have a fever, but he also has a slight cough, the teacher only manages to get through ten minutes of class before instructing you to take Amaimon to the nurse. You quickly agree, grabbing both your bag and Amaimon’s before leading him out of the classroom. Instead of listening to the teacher about taking Amaimon to the nurse, you instead opt to take Amaimon home.

“I can’t believe you’re sick. You were perfectly fine just yesterday.” Before you both step out into the cold, you take off your scarf and wrap it around Amaimon. As you start to tie it for him, you feel his warm breath brushing against your hand with each exhale. “You can’t breathe through your nose?” you ask gently. Amaimon shakes his head. “Okay, I’ll take you home.” You walk along the pathway quietly, with Amaimon breathing heavily beside you, “Why can’t I breathe right?” He complains, “And my throat hurts.”

"If your throat hurts, it's best to stop talking. When we get to your home, I’ll have Belial prepare some tea that will soothe your throat.” Amaimon lets out a grunt, not bothering to argue, as he reaches for your hand and entwines his fingers with yours.

It’s only a short walk to his home. When Belial greets you at the door, you ask him to prepare something for Amaimon’s throat, mentioning that you’ll be taking Amaimon to bed.

Once Amaimon steps foot into his bedroom, he starts to remove his clothes. “Amaimon, what are you doing? Don’t take your shirt off!" You frown at him as he discards his sweater vest and begins unbuttoning his uniform shirt. “But I’m hot; I need to take it off," he protests, carelessly tossing his shirt onto the ground for Belial to pick up later. You pause. Oh, right, he should probably remove his clothes if he has a high fever. “Right, go ahead.” You sigh, watching him remove his pants; when he’s down to his underwear, he drops onto his bed. “_____, what’s wrong with me?”

“You’re sick, Amaimon. I hope it’s not the flu.” However, with how abrupt the symptoms came, he most likely does have it. You know a handful of your classmates have been out with the flu. “Does your head hurt?”

“Everything hurts, but it’s an odd pain.” His eyes narrow as he gazes at the ceiling. “It feels more like an annoying pain than actual pain. Does that make sense?” he asks as you step into his attached bathroom to grab a washcloth and run it under cool water. “Yes, it sounds like aches, which are common with the flu,” you reply, stepping back towards him with the damp cloth in hand. “Does this help?” You gently run the cloth over his face before moving down to his shoulders and upper chest. “A little.” You lay the cool cloth across his forehead, hoping it will help sooth his aching head. He gives no opposition, and he sinks deeper into the bed, looking like a child suffering from his first bout of illness.

"Your body is doing everything it can to fight off whatever is making you sick," you explain, gently brushing a stray hair from his forehead. You feel grateful that Amaimon is allowing you to care for him; it’s a side of him that few ever get to see.

"Is being sick always like this?" His voice is barely a whisper as he speaks, trying to avoid causing further pain to his throat while the two of you wait for Belial. “Not always, but often," you reply. You can’t help but wonder just how severe the symptoms really are. You remember how Rin attacked him that night at the camp, and although Amaimon clearly took a beating, he didn’t show any signs of weakness then. Yet, the flu seems to have more of an effect on him. Are the symptoms intensified because he’s a demon?

Your thoughts are interrupted as Belial enters the room, carrying a tray with steam rising from a teapot. Alongside it was a bowl of chicken soup and some medicine for the flu. Immense gratitude fills your heart at the sight of this. He bows respectfully once he passes the tray to you, reminding you to call on him if you need anything else.

With careful hands, you assist Amaimon in sitting up so you can serve him tea and soup. Gently, you lift the cup and hold it to his lips. Initially resistant, he eventually relents under your caring gaze and slowly sips the steaming liquid. As you set the cup back on the tray, Amaimon mutters something under his breath, his parched lips curling into a pout of annoyance. “It’s gross," he complains as he grabs the cup from you and pulls you beside him on the bed. “Amaimon, you should finish it; it’ll help soothe your throat.” As he struggles to drink the tea, you reach for the bowl of soup. “Are you hungry? This will help, too.” You offer a spoonful of soup to his lips, and he glares at the spoon before finally opening his mouth.

His eyes remain fixed on yours as you carefully spoon the soup into his mouth; each swallow brings a wince, yet he eats without a word of complaint. 

"Being sick is annoying." he mumbled, dropping his hand heavily onto your lap. As the warmth from the tea and soup begins to seep into his body, his eyes grow heavy-lidded.

He gazes at you for a long time, his eyes shimmering with a peculiar blend of annoyance and appreciation. You can’t help but chuckle as you gently run your fingers through his hair. It’s unusual to see Amaimon like this, subdued by something as common as the flu, yet it’s also strangely endearing.

His hand slides from your lap to grasp your own, his claws pressing in just a bit. “This is frustrating,” he murmurs, a cough racking his body once more. His entire frame trembles with the intensity of it, yet he maintains his grip on you without faltering.

“Just rest, Amaimon," you urge softly. "You’ll feel better after some sleep.”

He leans against you, allowing his body to relax completely. "If you stay with me, I’ll sleep," he murmurs. You lean closer, pressing your lips to his forehead. "Alright," you reply. Amaimon lifts his head slightly, capturing your lips in a brief kiss. You let out a sigh. “Now look, you’re going to make me sick too.”

“That’s fine. I’ll know how to take care of you.” He drops heavily against the bed, pulling you down with him. 

Despite Amaimon’s words, later that night, Mephisto is fussing over the two of you and he’s the one making sure you’re both taken care of while reprimanding Amaimon for his selfishness and its impact on your health. 

[fruitstopia]

┊❛ 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦 & ed 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 ❜┊hcsᵎᵎ

A / N : ( the warrens tv ver ofc x lil!reader - no pronouns mentioned ) sighs lovingly lorraine... she ' s so mama !!! & i can ' t seperate her from ed :((( theyre both caregiver material you cant tell me otherwise!! also tumblr posted rhis b4 i edited it , idk how . . . sk if you ' ve seen me posted this b4 . . . no you havent!!

━━ mama lorraine.. or mommy-! whichever you prefer she doesnt mind :3 is the most gentlest , sweetest , patient & loving mama in da whole wide world!!!!

━━ mama! lorraine loOoves music ~ i could see she and dada! ed have their own collection of vinyls ! after dinner they like to put your favourite one on and mama takes you twirlin' ( not too hard ofc! she doesnt want u to have an upset tummy ) while papa watches nd do da dishes :((

━━ mama! lorraine 's such a great cook ! y ' all barely go out to eat cuz the world ' s best cook is here & she ' s your mama !

━━ mama lorraine who sings you lullabies before bed or whenever youre sad :( having you on her lap as her fingers weaved through your hair , leaning down to u then whisper " oh poor baby , cry it all out darling . . . it ' s okay . . mama ' s here "

━━ mama lorraine often get nightmares about smth bad happenin' to you or papa :'((( everytime that happens she ' d go to your nursery to sit on your rocking chair and watch you breathe , it calms her down .

━━ mama lorraine who keeps a piece of you wherever she goes , on her locket theres a picture of the three of you together & on the bag she usually wears theres a little teddybear keychain you picked out for her , everytime she misses you she ' ll take it in her hand and rub the fabric

━━ mama lorraine often scolds dada! ed for not being able to say no to you , the look she gives him everytime he said yes to you for a toy or more sweets is priceless

━━ dada ed . . . would be such a fun caregiver! the type to chase you around the house or play hide & seek with you

━━ dada ed is wrapped around your finger because he could never say no to those eyes!! could never scold you either it ' s always 'mama said' or 'mama will get mad if you don ' t'

━━ dada ed would often take you in car drives ! lots of trips to burger shacks buying u french fries 'nd ice cream , washing the car together & car - karaoke .

━━ when the car needs fixing he ' ll bring you down to the garage and you ' ll be his lil helper , youre sitting on a stool with a helmet on your head ( dada puts that there for 'just incase' ) & he ' s under the car with a hand reached out " can u hand me the wrench baby " u handed him a power drill " woahhh ! okay that ' s not the one bubs , here let daddy have it . . maybe you should just watch for now , okay? " he proceeds the next two hours explaining to u about every tools in the toolbox

━━ and that ' s how you knew what allen wrenches are for .

━━ y'all know how they like to match with each other on their outifts? like dada ' s tie matches with mama ' s skirt , etc etc - well they like to make you match with them aswell ! i imagined mama! lorraine knows how to sow - she ' ll make you matching scarfs , bows , bonnets , leg warmers & even stuffies !

━━ also both mama & papa are the best storytellers ever , they ' ll go deep into character and mimics the characters for you ! bedtime stories with them would be so much fun !

━━ regarding to what age you regress , when youre smaller mama lorraine likes to take the wheel & put all of her attention on you. while papa ! ed admires with a smile , don ' t get me wrong he loves baby you but he knows caring for you in that age brings mama lots of solace , so he ' ll let her hold you much longer , feeds you herself , let her take her time with u , because he 's happy that she ' s happy

[romirola]

Headcanons for the Shaw Pack’s Favorite Clothing Accessories

David: His gold wristwatch that was a gift from Gabe. The watch commemorated David officially taking on the role of Gabe’s beta.

Angel: Their sunglasses. No matter the weather, Angel optimistically wears their sunglasses (whether on their face or on their head) because they always love to be prepared for sunny, warm weather.  

Asher: A gold-and-blue striped necktie. Asher had purchased the tie in preparation for proposing to Babe. Since that plan didn’t go as he expected, Asher has decided to wear the tie to the wedding. 

Babe:  A pair of red jeans that Babe always wears on casual Fridays. Red jeans are not exactly what someone who knows them would expect, which is exactly why Babe incorporated the jeans into their wardrobe. It’s empowering for them to see how they pull off the bold look when they catch a glimpse in the mirror.

Milo: His plaid winter scarf. Marie knitted the scarf for Milo when he was young. He was much too small for the scarf at the time, but Marie promised that one day, he’d grow into the scarf. Now an adult who has come into his own, Milo wears the scarf proudly. 

Sweetheart: A green, zip-up, long-sleeve jacket that shows the D.U.M.P. logo embroidered on the front with “Dahlia Division” embroidered in white lettering on their sleeve. The jacket fits Sweetheart sharply, is super-duper comfortable, and acts as a little reminder that they are in a position to enact so much potential good. 

Darling: A Shaw Pack insignia pin Asher gave them after they attended their first pack meeting since returning to Dahlia. Darling takes care to move the pin to their messenger bag, hat, coat, or whatever they are wearing because they like to have that physical denotation that they belong to their pack. 

Sam: A pair of thick, brown work gloves Sam has had since he was human. It’s one of the few pieces of clothing from his time as a human that  (unintentionally) serve as blackout-clothing that protects his now-vampiric skin from the sun. 

-Bonus-

Gabe: His famous leather jacket. He wore it every chance he got. He was even wearing it the day he met his mate. 

Marie: Her yellow-and-black printed purse. It somehow goes with every outfit and holds absolutely anything and everything anyone around her could need. A pen? A snack? A bottle of water? Hand sanitizer? A safety pin? Marie’s got all of that and more inside this purse.

[bigoltrashpile]

H (any), O1, S2, or W3 for Blue. Take your pick! Bonus points if you can match two of them into one scenario but ofc it's not required

*Cracks knuckles* Challenge accepted.

You sighed and plopped your bag down. It had been a long day, and you were looking forward to warming up some quick food and passing out. Yawning, you stepped into the kitchen, wondering what you could make quickly, and-

Screamed when you saw what was waiting for you. Someone was in your home. Someone you had never met. A skeleton monster, wearing a suit and tie with sky blue accents. He was sitting at your table, which had been laid out with a delicious looking meal. The whole scene was lit with candles, casting an eerie glow across the skeleton's round face.

"AH, YOU'RE FINALLY HOME, DEAR!" The skeleton stood up, his deep, booming voice shocking you back to reality.

"What the-who are you? Why are you in my home?" As you spoke, you tried to back out of the room, moving slowly and praying he wouldn't notice.

The skeleton grinned. There was something dark behind that smile. "SILLY THING, IT'S OUR ANNIVERSARY! HOW COULD YOU FORGET?" He lifted a hand, and you were frozen in your tracks. "THERE ISN'T A SINGLE THING I DON'T REMEMBER ABOUT YOU~"

He made a "come hither" motion, and you were dragged along the ground towards the empty chair. You tried to fight against it, but it was as if gravity itself was working against you, pulling you closer and closer to the maniac in your house.

You were forced into the chair, and once again, there was nothing you could do to get out of it. You growled and glared up at the skeleton. "What the fuck do you want?"

"WHY, I JUST WANT TO ENJOY A MEAL WITH YOU! LIKE I SAID, IT'S OUR ANNIVERSARY! I WORKED HARD ON THIS MEAL, I MADE ALL YOUR FAVORITES!" Indeed, the plates were filled with some of your favorite foods. How the fuck did he know this?? "NOW...ARE YOU GOING TO BEHAVE, OR DO I HAVE TO FEED YOU?~" A sky blue tongue ran over his teeth, and you shuddered. As much as you didn't want to eat this, you also didn't want him to feed you.

"H-how do I know it's not poisoned?" you demanded.

The skeleton put a hand on his chest, like you had wounded him. "I WOULD NEVER HURT YOU! YOU KNOW THAT, RIGHT?" He looked so innocent, but you knew you couldn't trust him. Your glare apparently broke him, because he suddenly smirked like you two were sharing a joke. As if humoring you, he took a small bite from each thing on your plate. "THERE, NOW YOU KNOW."

Well...you were hungry. And obviously it wasn't poisoned if he ate it...The magic holding you down loosened, and you were able to pick up your silverware. You cautiously began to eat. It was good! You eagerly scarfed down the food, despite your misgivings.

"THERE, SEE? I WORKED HARD TO MAKE THESE, IT WOULD BE A SHAME FOR ALL THIS FOOD TO GO TO WASTE!" The skeleton grinned and began to eat his own food.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, you took a deep breath. "...Who are you?" you finally asked.

"HEHEH, WELL, I SUPPOSE I SHOULD INTRODUCE MYSELF." The sky blue lights in his eye sockets were heart shaped. He folded his hands under his chin, the eye lights not moving away from you. "I HAVE KNOWN YOU FOR A YEAR, AFTER ALL, EVEN IF YOU DON'T KNOW ME. MY NAME IS LUCKY."

A chill ran down your spine. "A...a year?"

"YES, LOVE, AND IN THAT TIME, I'VE LEARNED EVERYTHING I CAN ABOUT YOU~" Lucky leaned closer, the candlelight making his skull seem impossibly sharp. "YOUR TASTE IN MUSIC...YOUR SCHEDULE...YOUR FRIENDS AND FAMILY...AND I JUST CAN'T KEEP AWAY ANY LONGER!"

You once again began fighting the magic holding you down. This...this stalker was clearly insane!

The skeleton took a steeling breath, then took a sip of his drink. His eyelights were back to small dots. "ANYWAY...IS THE FOOD GOOD? IS THIS OKAY? DID I DO WELL? IT TOOK QUITE A BIT OF WORK TO MAKE IT SO YOU WOULDN'T TASTE THE SLEEPING PILLS."

Immediately, your mouth went dry. "S...sleeping pills?" There was a weight in your stomach, and your hands started to shake.

"DON'T WORRY, NOT A LETHAL DOSE, OF COURSE! BUT YOU ATE ENOUGH THAT IT SHOULD BE TAKING EFFECT ANY MOMENT NOW." Lucky took another bite from his plate, before standing up and stalking around the table. Your eyelids seemed to be getting heavier, but you fought to stay awake.

You struggled, even as your limbs grew weaker. There was no getting out of this. But you weren't going down without a fight. You growled, gathered the last of your strength, and-

Spit right in Lucky's face.

His smile twitched a bit, but he just calmly wiped it off with his napkin. "NICE TRY, DEAREST, BUT THAT'S NOT GOING TO MAKE ME CHANGE MY MIND." His eyelights once again changed to little hearts, and his smile widened. It almost looked like his face was going to split in half.

"NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO TO ME, I'LL WORSHIP THE VERY GROUND YOU WALK ON. THAT'S WHAT IT MEANS TO LOVE SOMEONE!"

You tried to struggle, but you were quickly losing consciousness. Lucky placed a gloved hand on your cheek, thumb swiping across your cheekbone gently. "JUST SLEEP, MY DEAR. WHEN YOU WAKE UP, YOU WILL BE SAFELY AT HOME WITH ME~"

The last thing you saw as your eyelids shut was the skeleton, standing up and straightening his tie. You felt his arms wrap around you and lift you into the air. Just as you lost consciousness, Lucky's teeth pressed to your forehead. "I Will See You Soon, My Love~"