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simplyafountainpen · 4 months ago

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Dancing With Death

{𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼}: Doll!M!Reader x The Undertaker

{𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷}: It was a slow day in the shop, and the Undertaker was growing bored. Now, what better way to cheer up then playing with his favorite doll?~

{𝓣𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓼}: Switch!Mainly Bottom!Reader, Switch!Mainly Top!Undertaker, size queen, medical play (needles), spit used as lube, unhealthy power dynamics, pain play (by technicality), casket fucking, goofy sex, Reader gets a new penis;then gets fucked with the old one, Mute!Reader

The Undertaker glided through the halls of the funeral home. His hair flowed even more freely with the removal of his hat, which sat on your head.

He tidied up - in his own special way anyway - and moved coffins around as you sat wordlessly on an old, rickety gurney. Small dust clouds were swept up as he danced through the halls, you watching in what little curiosity you could muster up. He had been proud, you remembered, when you smiled for the first time, no matter how small it may have been. You've been slowly gaining emotions back as the years passed by Adrian's side. He hummed as he swept, though he was really just pushing dust into other corners.

Your hand snaked up to the stiches that lined both side of your jaw, sewed to a point that it only left the middle of your mouth able to open. Apparently, when you were brought back - your memory was always so hazy - your jaw just refused to stay attached to your head, so stitching the two was Adrian's next best option. Your feeling in that area was naturally lacking, but you made due, if just to see that delighted grin the white-haired reaper would gain. You were ripped from your thoughts when hands wrapped around your waist and ticked the various other stiches on your body, a head resting on your shoulder.

"What has you so lost in thought, love?" He giggled, and you laid your head atop his. You booped his nose and he gasped dramatically, draping himself over you even more than he was. "You were thinking of me?! Oh you lovely you!!" He started peppering your face in kisses, kissing your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, and finally your lips. You turned, your waist and pelvic bones groaning at the movement.

Your body turned a full one-hundred and eighty degrees to meet him, legs still facing forward. Hands and arms encircled his shoulders, your head leaning into his chest. Your skin screamed in protest of the awkward position, but the pain was so dull with your dead nerves you barely cared to recognize it. Cleaning had been completely forgotten in Adrian's mind by now, instead he clambered up onto the gurney with you, lifting you - and allowing your body to flex back into a regular position - and placing you in his lap. Reaching over he grabbed a broom he had been using earlier in the day and used it as a makeshift oar to move the wheeled bed across the floor. The two of you flew across the Funeral Parlor until you crashed against a wall, Adrian laughing gleefully all the while whist you clung to him.

He recovered quite quickly, and pushed a shelf to the side, revealing a small staircase upwards. You had just barely began to dust yourself off when he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. As soon as he entered the small staired corridor he gripped a small handle with his free hand, pulling the shelf back in it's place and allowing you both upstairs - the living quarters - with nothing to be bothered about as far as you cared.

Soon you were both in the lofty space above all the body filled coffins, now surrounded by half-finished, empty ones. You barely breathed as Adrian took you to your shared bedroom and laid you gently on the black sheets of a two-person casket, your body going boneless as soon as you felt the comforting coolness touch your equally cold body.

"Hehe, now now my love, I did still have a couple things I had to do today buuuuttttt, I figure I can do them tomorrow. I mean, with you sitting there so cute how could anyone get anything done??" Adrian asked with a smile, taking the hat of his that you still wore and placing it on a nightstand.

"In fact, you're so cute I might just-" "UNDERTAKER?!" Adrian paused, smile still on his lips but strained. You recognized that scream. It was the blue boy's scream, though you couldn't quite recall his name at the moment. You had heard your fair share of conversations between him and Adrian as you pretended to be a corpse in one of the many coffins downstairs.

"I forgot to close the shop and blow out the candles... ah well. At the very least this should be entertaining. Sorry love, I've actually got pressing business to attend to it seems, most likely about that young lad who came in a couple days ago." Ah yes, the little boy. He looked like he was strait from a portrait with how sickly and pale he was, how thin and skinny he was, and how thick those bags under his eyes were. It shocked you a little when you lifted up the hat Adrian had put onto his head to find the top of his head and skull missing, what little was left of the brain nothing more then a sickly red and grey soup. The hat was quickly placed back on what was left of his head.

You shook the image from your head, the picture fading into black in your mind, you had seen much worse while with Adrian anyway. You looked at him and nodded in understanding, leaning up and giving him a quick peck on the cheek. He blushed, giggling even more, before skipping off with a wave, opening a small hatch that would allow him to "appear" in a coffin downstairs.

Though, before he went down the shoot, he turned and blew you a kiss, mouthing something to you before flying down into the darkness below, door snapping back into the wall after him. It took a few moments to decipher what he had mouthed but when you did, you grabbed a pillow and shoved your face into it, feet kicking into the air.

'I'll make it up later, my Lily.’

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Adrian crept into the large bedroom, the sun long gone from the sky and the moon hanging lazily behind clouds. Your paled skin almost glowed in the light, chest unmoving, a sign of rest. He chuckled, thinking of all the ways he could wake you and make good on his promise from earlier. He waltzed over to a dresser, pulling out the bottom drawer, and began to make selections for the night. His eyes practically lit up the room when he pulled his hair back as he began to disrobe.

Satin wrap and mourning lockets resided on a table, and clothes - minus his undergarments - rested folded on a desk chair. As he stood stagnate for a moment, you shifted, upper body lifting with no help from your arms. When fully sat you, your head flopped forward. After a minute, you seemingly jolted awake, eyes flying wide and meeting his which watched with intrest.

"Rigor mortis again, my love?" he questioned, leaving some things on the desk while holding his hands behind his back. You nodded stiffly, twisting and turning to loosen your stiffened joints. Once something loudly popped in your spine, you sighed in relief. Adrian began walking over, still holding his hands behind his back. You raised your eyes in question, and Adrian chuckled.

"Are you wondering what's back here, love?~" He was teasing you, so you chuffed, raising your arms and grabbing at him. He laughed out loud that time, clambering into the casket and resting in your lap. Your arms quickly found purchase around his waist, hands groping at the feeling of his pelvic bone. The feeling was obviously tickling the pale, scarred man above you, because the laughter quickly turned into him belting out in joy, his hands slapping at the coffin floor. He snickered, snorting into your hair as he leaned down, one hand coming from his back and rubbing your scalp, and you leaned into the touch.

His hand trailed down to the small of your back, feeling the mourning clothes your family had gave him to bury you in, the smooth cotton under his fingers of the long dress coat you wore. You pressed your face into his jugular, inhaling and sighing. His hand came up and traced your collarbone. He dropped whatever he was holding to bring both hands to your coat in order to begin undressing you. Whatever it was, it was cold against the frozen skin of your legs. It felt textured, long in shape and bulbous at the head.

Whatever it was, you were more than ready to see it.

Adrian took all your upper layers off as you stared off into the distance, lost in your thoughts. You were limp as he raised your arms to remove you coat, vest and shirt, forehead rested on his shoulder as you slowly blinked. His hands glided across your paled skin, tracing stiches.

His hands trailed downward from your chest and to your stomach, rubbing the skin for a moment, humming, then dragging his hands down to your waist, resting his palms on the rim of your pants, digging his thumbs between the pants and your skin. You hummed, shimming your hips to make it easier for the man to remove your pants and underwear. He inched back till he was at your ankles, yanking both slacks and underwear off, then gently pulling your socks off.

You sighed, Adrian giggled, and he scooted right up back onto your lap, limp dick resting on one of his thighs. One hand came to touch your face, thumbing your cheek as you leaned in like a cat, almost purring like one too. His other hand went behind him, grabbing whatever it was he wanted to show you.

“My love, do you remember a certain conversation we had?” Your eyes met his, shocked a little at being able to see the glowing green light they emitted. After a instant though, you shook your head.

“Figured as much. For such a pretty face nothing much goes on up here.~” He jokingly lamented, knocking on your head rather harshly, making you grunt at the dull, non-existent pain. “Well, dear, it was about your… well how should I put this… your anatomy?” He questioned, though that was more to himself than anything. You tilted your head.

“As I’m sure you’re more than aware of, you are stitched together at the limbs. You have noticed, yes?” You nodded, hand subconsciously coming to feel the stitches on your face. “Then on that subject, I’m sure you’re aware that I had to take some… artistic liberties when recreating your penis?” You nodded again, hand on your face running down to your cock, which had more stitches than the Frankenstein, really.

“And as much as I do love the texture those 'artistic liberties' give me in bed, I’ve grown a bit bored, and we can’t be having that now can we, dear?” You rapidly shook your head no, muscles and bones creaking and groaning at the rate you shook your head.

“Glad we’re on the same page. Then, I hope you won’t hate this gift I have for you?~” You stared at him, eyes flitting down to the hand behind his back, still nuzzling - to the best of your ability - the hand on your cheek. Adrian smiled one of the widest grins you’d ever seen on him, and whipped his hand around to the front.

What met your eyes was one of the longest, girthiest and heftiest cock you’d ever seen in your life- or well… rebirth anyway. If the blood that was in your veins still pumped through your body, it would've run cold at the sight of the damned thing. One of your hands reached out to run a finger against it, the feeling of the thing being so life-like that you would mistake it for real cock. Knowing Adrian... it probably was. It, at bare minimum, was seven inches in length and five inches in girth. You licked what little skin of your lips your tongue could reach, eyes looking into Adrian's as his smile widened even more. He began to laugh at what you assumed was you expression, probably being the closest to shock your face could morph it into.

"Huge, isn't it?" He joked, tossing it from one hand to another, the weight the thing making loud slapping noises as he 'played' with it. You eyes followed it, almost hypnotized, but you shook your head and looked up to meet his eyes blinking in confusion. He still stared, his tongue now peaking from between his lips, and gazed into your eyes.

"Ah yes, I'm sure you're wondering: "How will we switch them out Adrian??", well my dear, I anticipated this would happen at some point and soooo-" He dropped the monster of a cock from his hand, standing and jumping out from the casket, rushing back over to the desk and picked up what looked to be a small medical bag. Within seconds he was back in the casket, taking out a small pair of suture scissors and a small scalpel. He placed the scissors down on a small tray he also removed from the bag before he began teasing the blade down your body, starting from infraumbilical and trailing down to your pelvis, teasing the sharp blade around the base of your dick, pressing on the suture's keeping your sex attached to your body. For a moment you felt a pinch, and finally some of the stiches broke, minimal amounts of blood pearling from the points where Adrian purposefully pressed a bit harder, the view causing you to chub.

Adrian tutted, grabbing what was still attached and squeezing, your breath hitching. He took the scissors from their resting place, replacing them with the scalpel, and snipped away at what little was left, an odd feeling clinging to your body as the flaps of skin at the base of your dick rested on your body, no longer attached. Adrian looked up, one hand still on your cock, and began chuckling again.

"... I made you like a little mix-and-match doll!" Without warning he tugged, and immediately you noted that a little more then just the just the skin would've had to have been sewn together in order for the dick to work. You groaned, feeling your urethral tube be split at your base. Your erectile tissue evidently was giving issue as Adrian grunted, picking the scalpel back up and make quick but precise cuts to the structure, making fast work of it.

And finally, you were free. You stared as open mouthed as you could be at the sight of your bare pelvis, making quick glances at the penis Adrian held in his hands smirking. Barely any blood pooled from the wound, what was left was drooping from your body. You kept your eyes on the stump, running a gentle hand over it, shivering at the extreme jolt of pleasure that ran though your, stronger than anything you had felt as of late. Adrian gripped your wrist before you could touch the pieces again.

"Now now my love, give me a moment and this will become much, much more pleasurable." You nodded, what little breathing you were preforming slowing when you thought of the new weight you'd be carrying around. Perhaps you may need a new pair of pants...

You snapped out of your thoughts, eyes focusing back on Adrian as he leaned close to your pelvis, old penis long discarded... somewhere you couldn't see. He was hard at work, lining up nerves and the new urethral tube to your own, erectile tissues already dealt with. All you could think about was how nimble Adrian's hands were, making quick work of all access skin and pulling out a medical grade needle and thread, the scissors making a reappearance as he tied knots. Whatever the hell he made the beast out of must have been fresh, because soon enough you were feeling each press of the needle into you skin. You couldn't help but pant, drool slipping from your sewed lips, whines rolling from the back of your throat.

Adrian laughed as he watched you eyes roll to the back of your head, an arm quickly wrapping around your midsection when you fell back onto your elbows. He made sure you hips would stay propped up as he continued to work, fingers ghosting now sensitive flesh. Your chest rose and fell harshly as he continued to work, a sudden weight pulling your hips down. It was silent for a moment, Adrien not laughing or speaking, only shallow breathing.

Everything was still, nothing but the crickets outside singing. Adrien sat up, his grin wide and full of glee. The reaper leaned close, pulling you back up by the shoulder. He leveled himself with your ear, hot breath puffing making it twitch.

"All done.~" He whispered, and abruptly his hand found it's way to the base, squeezing again. You whined, head falling even further back as Adrian made his way onto your lap, one hand now moving to your hair while the other stayed on your new dick. He licked his lips, bringing up his hand and spitting on it, wrapping it back around your cock and slowly stroking it, gently caressing the tip with his thumb, then he stuck his tongue out and giggled at you. You huffed like a dog, groaning and humming as he languidly stroked up and down. He began to palm your dick, pressing it between his hand and your stomach, stopping to pinch at the skin lightly. He yanked you by your hair to face him, eye to eye. Finally he smashed his lips on yours, cold lips meeting his wet lips in a harsh embrace. His teeth grinded on your lips, then forcing them as far as they could go and shoving his tongue in. Though only the tip of his tongue could fit, he groaned loudly, speeding up his palming and adding pressure. Your arms gripped Adrien's shoulders, nails digging into his shoulder blades.

He readjusted his grip, holding you dick again and rapidly stroking, precum running like faucet out your tip. Finally your 'kiss' broke, a long line of drool keeping you both connected. He smirked, laughing as he licked the line up, trailing up your cheek leaving a wet trail. Your eyes focused on his hand on your dick, watching it like it called you, breath short. You felt a knot in your belly begin to tighten, cock twitching and balls tightening. Adrien seemed to take notice and brought you closer and closer, before pulling away at literally the last second, leaving you a whining, whimpering mess. You let go of him and fall back onto a pillow, arms crossing above your head. Your now teary eyes stared into his as he cackled, slapping a hand to his forehead and and throwing his head back, kicking his legs into the air.

You picked yourself up, pouting and crossed your legs, turning away from him. His laughter died down into snickers when he saw you. He crawled forward and pressed his head into your chest, pressing himself into you and wrapping arms around your waist. You crossed your arms and looked away, shaking your head as he prodded his face into one of you pecks.

"Oh come ooonnn love, it was just a bit of fuuuunnn!" He dramatically sighed. You still looked away, not bothering to give him any kind of attention. He shifted himself onto your lap, your cock now between his ass cheeks. He began to grind down, what spit he globbed onto it earlier working as lube. You bit the inside of your cheek as his hands made their way around your neck.

"Lovely pllleeaassee look at mmee!" He was whining now, humping at your dick and rubbing his face up and down your chest. Your resolve was cracking but you sucked it up and continued to ignore him to the best of your abilities. It seemed Adrian had enough because one of his hands gripped your chin and forced you to face him.

"Now now my lily," you shivered, "Is this anyway to act towards the man who blessed you with such a beast like this?~" He clenched ass around your girth, bouncing faster to emphasize his point. You groaned, uncrossing your arms and gripping his waist. He laughed as you gave in, pressing your face into his hair.

"Good boy good boy! Such a good lovely you are!~ Now for your reward!" He suddenly gripped at your shoulders again, raising himself off your dick. Before you could whine in any way, he shushed you. He reached back with one hand and spread his cheeks, revealing his winking hole to the cold air of the room. You watched him shiver and then smile widely, then slam himself down onto your cock, not even taking the time to prep himself.

You immediately grabbed his hips to try and lift him back up to assess damage and scold him, but he tightened around you, sucking the monster dick all the way in one move. You froze, mind going fully blank at the feel of his hot insides fully encompassing your newfound girth. After a moment of recollecting yourself, you looked at him, both with lust and worry, and all he did was coo at you.

"Aw, is my darling worried for me?" You sniffed, nodding, and he only cooed louder, squeezing your cock and petting your head. You shivered and leaned into his touch. Tears fell and Adrian stopped his cooing and coddling to truly took at you.

"Are you... genuinely worried love?" You nodded, sniffling to the best of your current capabilities. Adrian's grin uncharacteristically dropped. For once he wasn't giggling or snickering or laughing. You gripped his hips a bit tighter. "Dear, look at me."

Your teary gaze met his concerned eyes and he did something you never thought you'd see him do: frown.

"I've been through much, much worse love." He murmured, and you nodded. "This is nothing to me, Love." You nodded again. "I want you to understand that I am perfectly fine with a bit of pain, alright?" You nodded again, rubbing his hips and pressing your face into his neck. You both sat there in silence, just breathing and existing in each others holds, your hands on his hips and around your neck.

You heard Adrian sigh, and felt his lips on your neck, gently suckling on the stitched up skin, paying close attention to make sure no stiches got caught in his teeth. You in turn hummed, continuing to rub circles into his waist.

He started to grind your cock deeper into his depths, your breathing shuttering at his movements, the circles you were drawing becoming shaky. Adrian smiled into your skin, gently rubbing your upper back while still laying soft kisses to your neck. You finally gripped his waist, grinding your cock into him, making him let out a loud moan that would turn into a laugh. He finally picked himself up and slammed himself back onto your cock, both of you groaning in pleasure. He moved up and down as he continued to press kisses, moving up your neck, to your chin, then your cheeks and then your lips.

He would bounce a couple times, then grind down and squeeze his walls around you. He did this over and over again, enjoying every time you’d whine when he’d stop for a moment. You gripped his waist, nails nearly piercing his skin, and raised him till only your tip was in his ass, then slammed him down, Adrien’s nails instead piercing your skin and drawing red lines on your back. You continued to bounce him, grunting as you used him like a toy. Adrian’s voice had became high pitched, almost girlish moans leaving his lips.

You held him down for a moment, slamming him into the back of the coffin. He grunted, and you quickly resumed pounding into his wet heat. Your hands left his hips and grabbed his thighs, pulling one onto your shoulder for more leverage as you kept pushing into him. The sound of skin on skin echoed through the room with Adrian’s moans right behind, the sent of sex filling your nose. Your hips met his with force, shifting him on his back, his hands falling and landing beside his head. You folded yourself forward, pushing your face into his chest as you continued to thrust. Adrian was screaming at this point, hair a wild mess beneath him and eyes crossed to the back of his head.

You harshly sucked in a breath when Adrian suddenly thrusted up to meet you halfway. You looked up at him too see him completely flushed and panting. You slowed down, watching as one of his arms picked up and trailed down your spine, and eventually rested on your ass. You raised an eyebrow at his action, then fell forward into his chest when a finger entered your ass. Immediately you jerked into him, which in turn made him push the finger deeper inside you.

You dropped his legs, wrapping arms around his midsection and whined loudly, humping into his warmth while he added another finger, constantly switching from thrusting them and stretching them out. Your eyesight was getting bleary from the sheer amount of tears pouring down your face. Adrian was moaning and laughing at the situation, adjusting you upwards on him so you were face to face.

"S-such a cute dolllll I have huh? So c-cute and PLIant for meeee hehe!!~” His tone was the slightest bit mocking as he stretched out your hole, adding a third finger which made you whine. He quickly matched your pace with his long fingers, poking your prostate head on, his other hand coming down to slap your pert ass. He laughed wildly at your noises, now more bouncing you up and down then you had been.

He suddenly gained strength, enough to sit up at an angle and force you to stop, ripping his fingers from your hole and pushing you over to land on your back, cock still inside him all the while. Adrian reached behind him, sweating and panting as he cackled and picked himself up to slam back down on you.

The feeling of finality raced across your mind and you seized up, joints locking and hands flying to his chest, tearing down causing him to bleed. He giggled, tutted once more, reached behind him, and suddenly slammed something deep with you. You jerked up, pushing yourself fully within his ass and cried, nails digging deeper into his flesh.

Rigid and bumpy the object was, fleshy and cold to match you, it nailed your prostate head on. You looked at Adrian incredulously and all he did was smile, rear the thing back till only the tip was encased inside you, and pushed it fully back inside. Again you slammed into him, his head rearing back and hair flowing wildly. He set a quick pace, one not hard to follow, and it wasn’t long until you gave in and gave one final pump, then came inside him.

Adrian all but screamed to the heavens when you released; but, he didn’t stop his relentless attacks on your ass, still fucking you with whatever he was fucking you with. He kept bouncing even as you silently pleaded for him to stop, hands moving to his biceps to stay steady as overstimulation started to settle in your bones. A creamy white ring made its home beneath his ass as your cum was pushed out by even more release when you came again, shoving at Adrian’s chest to get him off you.

“O-OH!! Not yet m-my love I’m al-ALMOST!! ThERE!!~~” With that, Adrian slammed himself down the hardest he had all evening, pushing his new found toy to the hilt up your ass, the both of you cumming at the same time, his seed landing all across your torso and chest.

He fell forward, lying on top of you, both of you breathing harshly. Adrian giggled, licked up some of his own cum, and kissed you, tonguing it past your lips. It was salty, with just a touch of sweetness, you hummed and swallowed as he fell back onto your chest. The two of you lied there, basking in the afterglow and simply existing for a short while, before finally you realized something.

Poking Adrian on his shoulder, he glanced up and you motioned to you butt - ignoring that fact you were both still connected via your flaccid cock up his tight ass - and gestured for him to remove whatever was still inside there. Evidently this was hilarious to Adrian because he quickly slammed as hand on you chest and burst out into gut wrenching laughter, his whole body shaking, which made you groan because - again - you both were still connected by the hips.

“Oh, oh dear you are not going to like this… b-but that new ‘toy’ I added in the, ahem, passion of the moment- if I may say - was… it was - hehe… it was uhm… Well how about I just show you?~” After choking on his own laughter, the hand that still held whatever-it-was ripped it out without warning, but before you could even make any kind of sound, it was presented before you.

… Your old cock.

Adrian had fucked you… with your own, old cock.

Evidently the look on your face was amazing because Adrian burst into tears, throwing the poor thing across the room to hold himself as he laughed. You stared at him in disbelief, but quickly let it go, hugging him to your body and turning to lay on your side. He snickered into your chest as you closed your eyes, allowing the moon to shine over your sweaty bodies.

Your pressed a kiss to his head as he continued to now silently laugh in your grip. Opening one eye, you looked at him softly. Even if he was a kook, he was your kook.

… A kook that fucked you in the ass with your own cock, but your kook nevertheless. And that’s exactly how you wanted it to be.

{𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼}: I adore the Undertaker. What I wouldn't give to be one of his Dolls...

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taurusdaylight · 2 years ago

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[6.17pm] one bed for two

jeno was driving back to his apartment. his eyes would glance over to his phone every so often, only to be met with disappointment as he waited for a text or call notification from you to pop up.

earlier today, you had agreed to go over to jeno’s place because it’s been a while since the both of you hung out together. it was a busy season for jeno, and you had countless assignments to complete. the both of you could never find a suitable time to meet. since it was the weekend tomorrow, you thought that it would be a great idea to spend the night together to make up for lost time before the both of you became busy again.

right after his training ended, jeno texted you to let you know that he’d come home immediately after taking a shower in school. however, you have yet to reply him. at first, he was upset because he thought that you might have forgotten about your little stay-home date. now, he was starting to grow worried at your lack of response and wondered if something had happened to you. he could only wish that you were waiting for him at home, not replying to him because you were occupied with something else.

when jeno got home, he didn’t notice any pair of shoes lying around the front door. the lights were also switched off despite the darkening sky. jeno’s heart grew heavy at that. did you really forget that you were supposed to meet? why didn’t you at least inform him if you were too busy?

with heavy footsteps, jeno trudged towards his room. lifting up his duffle bag from his shoulder, he almost threw it on the ground until his eyes landed on a sleeping figure on his bed.

jeno let out a quiet laugh before he placed his bag down, careful to not wake you up from your slumber. he sat on the corner of his bed, reaching a hand out to move the stray pieces of hair away from your face. he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against your temple.

that action caused you to stir awake, however gentle he was. jeno’s grin grew bigger as you looked at him with sleepy eyes, pressing another kiss on your forehead. “hi baby, did you sleep well?”

you hummed in response, wrapping your arms around jeno’s neck to bring him closer to you. jeno took comfort in your warm embrace, not remembering the last time he could hold you like this.

burying your face into the crook of his neck, you mumbled, “missed you.”

“missed you too, baby.” jeno moved his arms down to your waist, lifting you up and moving you ever so slightly so that he could make space for himself on the bed.

once he finally got the both of you into a comfortable position, jeno said, “you fell asleep on me, i thought something happened to you.”

“sorry,” you apologised. “i knew i had to take a nap so i came here early. didn’t want to oversleep at home.”

“it’s okay,” jeno reassured while he brought a hand up to pat your head. “i’m just glad you’re here.”

“how was training?” you asked.

“the usual. coach went easy on us today because we have another game soon,” jeno’s reply came slow, evident that he was starting to get sleepy.

“well, you’re going to kill it! and i’ll be there to watch.”

jeno let out a chuckle. “thanks, baby. you’re my biggest supporter.”

“always,” you muttered. jeno felt you tighten your arms around him, causing him to do the same. he started playing with the hem of your shirt, sneaking a hand up to rub soft circles on the small of your back.

meanwhile, jeno’s eyelids got heavier and heavier at the feeling of you playing with his hair. before he completely drifted off to sleep, jeno heard a whisper of “good night” and your soft lips pressed against his. he leaned in closer to your touch, hoping for a moment like this to last forever.

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kix-mm · 5 months ago

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Caterpillar pt 1

"I-its okay, don't freak out, please don't freak out- please-" there was a distant yell that interrupted their plea, leaving the oversized softie all alone once more in their lonely, dark catacombs.

He let out a defeated whine as he watched the lantern hastily dash the other way, till the beautiful warm light disappeared completely. The creature was mostly blind, and relied on sound and smell to do its job, cleaning up any rotting bodies or junk to prevent disease or unwanted pests in the long forgotten hallways.

It's features were designed to pick up any scrap, no matter how thin or small, fingers, hands, arms... the being was covered in them, and covered in the soot lined along the walls too due to its frequent contact with it.

They were overgrown, to say the least, struggling to pass through the narrower hallways and relying on its extra limbs to maneuver its way through like a hungry caterpillar, and suitably it always had room for more.

This didn't mean it was some mindless gluttonous creature. It yearned for contact, a conversation, just something more than a yell or abrupt sentence before the other dashed at a speed the glutton wasn't able to keep up with.

But alas... it seemed like today would be like every other until a distant sob and sniffle caught their ear. Slowly, and very silently, he made his way closer and closer to the sound, the smell of smoke, wax, and blood filled their nose, making their stomach release a loud groan against the caterpillars will.

The sobbing stopped in an instant. There was no light for the human to see what was nearby, allowing the caterpillar to inch their way a little closer, on the the soft sound of rubble could be heard being dragged towards the human, who tried backing further into a corner. "Wh-who's there?!" The human calls, their voice was shaky and uncertain.

"It's just me," he answers, his voice soft and calm in hopes to soothe the human's worries. The humans' eyes widen a little more. "You- You're that thing from earlier -" the human sounds panicked but stays in their place. "You're the boy. You ran away.." they could smell him, sweat, fear, blood, a small wound, he possibly cut himself on the glass or when he fell, but it was nothing serious.

The human could hear something picking up the glass and slowly start munching on it. It made him pull a face. "You're eating glass..?" "I eat everything that ends up down here - ah- no, not you, of course." his clarification didn't sound all too convincing at the end. Even they who spoke didn't sound convinced. He looked over at the boy, able to make out just about where he was. "Why are you down here?" The boy shuffled tighter against the wall. The creatures heat could be felt, along with its strange smell. Which wasn't entirely unpleasant. It was just... unusual.

"I was told that I would find something useful down here, something worth selling, something worth finding..." The caterpillar had heard of such stories before, but knew all too well it could not be further from the truth. "I'm sorry... you won't find that down here. Nobody throws anything worth finding in the catacombs."

The boy sighs. "I thought that might be the case... all I found was you down here - at least one of the stories is partially true.""stories?" The caterpillar asked with a mouth full of wax, watching the boy clumsily help himself up and dust his clothes off."Yes, that there's a monster down here that eats everything, and everyone who enters," the human paused. "You're not going to eat me, are you?" The other almost choked on the lanterns case before quickly shaking his head, coming to the quick remembrance that the human couldn't see he spoke up once more "no- no, no you're still alive, I only eat what's... dead, or trashed"

"So you're a vacuum?" The boy tilts his head "and how do you see in such darkness? I'm going mad, I feel like I'm blind"

The other tilts his head, a vacuum? That was a new word for him, but it probably fit his description. "I'm... kind of blind, I don't see much, I don't need to see to do my job" right, the poor human had to make it back out of here. The dilemma was, however, how was he supposed to help?

The boy looked in the direction of the creature and reached out his hand, touching a hot, thick and a tad slimy... something, he immediately pulled his hand back in disgust "was that you?" While the boy felt bad for having such a reaction, the other was a little overwhelmed by the sudden contact, all his hands and arms pull themselves tightly together.

"Yes..." he answers shyly, feeling... embarrassed? Ashamed? Did it all matter? "Um... I'm sorry, that was rude of me." "It's fine, do you want me to help you get out of here?" The boy lights out a little "you'd help me? Yes! Please! Thank you so much."

And that was possibly the first and last time this grubby monster would ever be thanked. The plan was simple, guide the boy to the nearest exit without taking him under water, the boy, named Elliot, made it very clear that he couldn't swim, or hold his breath for very long, which made the caterpillars job a little harder than expected.

Elliot had to blindly trust the monster, who didn't seem to have much of a name, "Bug" was the closest thing that came to one, which made Elliots skin crawl. The two held hands, and with a few minutes of unexpected surprises of finding out that Bug had a few more hands than expected, they finally set off.

Their pacing wasn't easy, Elliot was up front, with his two hands held and his hips, he wasn't too fond of walking blind, but found that Bug was surprisingly good at navigation, and not to mention, strong enough to lift Elliot up in case needed. Treating water was inevitable when it was flooding season, so Elliot rested up on Bugs large body when they crossed.

Eventually the inevitable happened, Bug could feel his shame creeping in as the path got narrower and narrower until he was forced to a halt "... I'm stuck" Elliot looked in the direction of Bug, confused "stuck? How??" He felt for the walls, and had to take quite a few steps to each either sides "surely you can't be that big" Elliot chuckles, but when the joke wasn't let down he got worried "God you really are aren't you?"

Bug didn't even have the courage to answer, "There's torches... further up... they must be lit, just keep walking straight and you'll make it to your exit...

Elliots heart sank "no- no, you can't expect me to go down there all by myself! What if there's water? What if there's a power surge and there isn't any light?! You can't leave me -" "I'm not leaving you, Elliot... it's right at the end of this tunnel, you can't miss it, there's no water and the ladder is right under the lights" he held Elliots hands "you will be fine, I'll guide you with my voice, just like we practiced, alright?"

There was a moment of silence between the two, Elliots head hung low. "You'll stay here, right? Till the end?" "Yes, I promise, just keep your hand on the wall, and you'll be fine" the monster was suddenly pulled into a tight embrace, Elliot had to tiptoe to reach the others neck. "Thank you..." he whispers softly, his heart racing with fear and adrenaline, he was finally going to get out of here... it felt like the whole day had passed.

The other wrapped as many arms around the boy as he could, letting the wetness stick to the boys clothes, he felt a little sad that Elliot had to go, but happy that he had finally made a friend.

The two finally separated, Bug kept watch over Elliot and guided him with encouragement, the boy eventually saw the dim lights, and picked up the pace, running towards the ladder and shouting "I found it! I found it!!" He looked back excitedly to his grubby friend but was a little disappointed when all he could make out were their pearly eyes.

Bug watched Elliot hastily climb the ladder and push the hatch open, blinding the two momentarily with the bright sun. Once Elliots eyes adjusted, he looked back toward his friend. "Bug! Wait there okay? Don't move!" He smiles and just like that, the lid fell closed, and the boy was once again out into the fresh, clean air.

The other... was still lodged between the walls. Patiently waiting for Elliot to return, he had no concept of time, so he didn't know how long he waited, but soon enough, the hatch had opened, and down came Elliot again.

This time, wearing a rain suit, with a backpack tightly strapped to his back, and what looked like a flashlight held in his mouth. He hopped down, looking out into the darkness, and called, "Hey? Are you still there?" "I'm here" Bug answered, with the same soft silky voice as before.

Elliot beamed and ran over, shining his bright flashlight on the ground in order not to blind his friend "I've got something- I think you'll like it!" He says excitedly, pulling his bag off his back and unzipping it.

A cloud of fresh smells slowly emitted from the backpack, intriguing the caterpillars interest. "Is that... chocolate? Pastries? Fresh fruits? a cake?"

Elliot stared up into the dark void, blinking with surprise. "Man, you're good." he chuckles and pulls each individual one out onto the wet, graveld ground.

A loud growl slowly comes from Bug's stomach, making Elliot chuckle awkwardly. "I knew this would spike an appetite." Bug smiles softly and lowers himself near the ground, staring curiously at the beautifully decorated cakes and pastries. "This is all for me?" "You saved my life. It's the only way I knew to repay you, " and without thinking, Elliot flipped his flashlight up, eliminating the tunnel and locking eyes with their friend.

Elliot looked a little shocked at first, even getting up and taking a few steps back to observe his friend a little better. "You're.. massive... how do you not get stuck more often?" The question made the monster blush, hiding his face in shame. "Um... I don't know, I've only ever gotten truly stuck a few times." "How did you get out?" Bug looked up at Elliot and flashed a very peculiar set of teeth, though, Elliot will be the first to admit that his new friend looked kind of... cute, so ugly that it's cute kind of way, fitting for someone with such a sweet personality and silky smooth voice.

"You really can eat anything, can't you?" He says as he sits himself down. "Come on, dig in!" Elliot smiled, waiting excitedly to see his friend try real food for once, which was a little more comedic than he expected.

It wasn't every day that you had to teach someone how to teach someone that a chocolate was best eaten... without the wrapper, and that cake didn't have to be eaten like a cookie, though that was undoubtedly both impressive and disgusting to watch. Fruits had to be peeled for him, since Big seemed a little impatient when it came to eating.

And when all the sweets and treats and delicious food were finished between the two of them, Bug still very happily ate the plastic containers, paper wrappings, all the fruit peels and tissues used to wipe their messy mouths.

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mrsnerdygirl · 4 months ago

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I was thinking right now about how sad it is that Harry never properly celebrated his birthday. You know how we go all out on children's birthdays, inviting people and making theme parties, well Harry never had that .

On his first birthday, he celebrated over a small tea "party" , with his parents and Bathilda, with no other family members and friends around . In her letter , Lily said that it was okay since he wouldn't remember, and while she was right , the fact that it was his first and last birthday with his parents and it wasnt even proper, saddens me so much .

Growing up i know for a fact that the Dursleys didn't celebrate his birthday. Remember when he went to Hogwarts and for Christmas they send him a single toothpick ? What about Dudley's hand-me-downs? Sometimes i actually think that they didnt even tell him untill he started attending kindergarten, or sometime earlier when his birthday was . I belive that it was easier that way for them , not having to bother with his questions , but of course when Harry saw that there were no children like him , with no parents, loved ones , or idea as to when they were born , he started asking questions.

Something that i had forgotten about , and only remembered when i reread Chamber of Secrets, is that for his birthday, Harry sang to himself the Happy Birthday song, and that broke my heart . Just thinking about how many times he had to do that because noone cared is terrible.

The fact that the second birthday cake he ever got was when he was eleven , a grown boy, is even worse .

On the third book , he doesnt even recall it being his birthday, he completely forgets about it , that's how little birthdays mean to him .

"He never got to celebrate a birthday with Sirius" , now that line destroyes me, because i know sirius felt terrible for missing his godson's birthday, and i also know that getting a letter saying Happy Birthday, is all Harry wanted , because growing up he didnt even get as much as that .

His sixteenth birthday was the only one that came closest to a nice celebration, Harry had Remus , the Weasleys, so practically most of his loved ones , but i know for a fact that not having Sirius there , and having lost him just a month ago tore the boy to pieces. There was a war going on and he wasnt safe , especially at that time, so of course it wasnt the best , and in my opinion what he deserved.

On his seventeenth , he was worrying about the fact that in a week he would be god knows where , doing god knows what . Voldemort was more powerful than ever, and i think that the only time he was a little at peace was when Ginny gave him her present . It was the first time Harry didnt mention the war , or the deaths of people , or his approaching death , he was at peace and that was short lived because he got into a fight with Ron and then he was feeling miserable because reality hit him harder than ever , he realised he didnt have a future ahead, and that this could be his last birthday for all he knew.

When he finally started enjoying his day , the minister arrived and ruined everything. After he left so had some of the guests, and the ones that were left seemed to feel uncomfortable.

Im sure that when the war was over , he didn't celebrate his birthday, i dont think he cared much , especially knowing what happened just a couple of months ago and how selfless he is .

So knowing that today he is celebrating makes me feel good . Knowing he has a family now , and that there is no ministry or Voldemort chasing his guests away is amazing. If anyone deserves a good birthday, that person is Harry James Potter.

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IM SO EXCITED FOR THE TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE FIC !!!!!! love you and your writing so much !! <3

Hi! You’re literally soooo sweet! Thank you so much! Hope this is what y’all were wanting.

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Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: embarrassing teenage crush on your brothers best friend???

Today was a big day! Well, in your mind it was. And probably Spencer’s, but he had it easy. He’d be offscreen watching while you played Two Truths and a Lie with Courtney. The both of you had been dating for a few months now, and while your coworkers knew, the fans could only continue to speculate as they always did.

The two of you had been trying to figure out a fun way to go public with your relationship. You didn’t mind if they knew, they had been guessing the two of you were dating long before you ever even got together.

So. Two Truths and A Lie. You guys were set to film it as the last part of the day, and while you, Courtney, and Angela, along with the rest of the crew were present, two members of your peanut gallery were still missing.

So you were all waiting on set for Ian and Anthony.

“You ready, my guy?” Courtney asked you, smiling.

You nodded. “I’m ready to absolutely dominate this.”

“Oh-ho! Hear that!” Courtney called over to Ian and Anthony who had just walked on set. “She’s got this.”

You laughed at your brother. The two of you had always been together, close knit, and you were beyond grateful for his support.

And then there was Spencer. Your boyfriend since your birthday a few months ago, who called you pretty girl because he knew it got you flustered. Who had taken every step of the relationship at a pace that you set. Who had told you he loved you on a lazy Sunday afternoon.

You smiled.

Y’all got into position, glancing over at Spencer who was seated offscreen.

“Alrighty, Smiles,” Anthony said, “you’re gonna give yourself away before we even start filming.”

“Lock it up!” Angela yelled and you all laughed.

You looked away from your boyfriend and took a deep breath, focusing your attention on Courtney as Kiana gave you your cue.

Courtney hadn’t gone easy on you. You hadn’t gotten any of hers correct so far, and she had gotten each of yours correctly, but you knew that your last one would get her.

While you and Spencer had been trying to decide on your truths earlier in the week, you had both come to the realization that the “relationship reveal” had to not be so obvious. Which had lead you to digging deep into an old journal from middle school, and thus providing the perfect truth. When you had told Spencer, he had agreed that it was perfect, and had given you a perfect lie to go alongside it.

You smirked at Courtney, hearing an ‘oh shit’ from Angela at the sight of it.

“Final question, sweet Courtney.”

Courtney laughed, her eyebrows going up and hand reaching to cover her mouth at your antics. She cleared her throat and refocused. “I’m ready.”

“Suuuure you are.” You said slowly before continuing. “I had a crush on Anthony until I was 17.”

Jaws dropped and you heard Angela again.

“No way, no way, no way!”

You pursed your lips to keep from laughing. Ian’s eyes were bugging out of his head and Courtney and Anthony were picking their jaws up off the floor.

You didn’t look at Spencer, knowing the moment you did that you would break. He was the only other person who knew that one. So you continued onwards.

“I have never eaten sushi.”

Final one.

“I have been dating a member of the Smosh crew for the past four months.”

Courtney gave a loud laugh of shock. “Okay. Coming out swinging, my guy!” She went quiet for a moment as she thought. “Anthony, really?”

“Yeah, Anthony, really?” Ian leaned towards you, resting his chin on his fist, waiting for an explanation as he had never heard that before today.

“Yuuuup.” You gave a look towards the camera, purposefully making your smile seem awkward.

You quickly explained how you had completely forgotten about it until you had been digging through old diaries, and that, obviously, whatever infatuation you had once had was loooong gone.

“You’ve never eaten sushi and you’re dating someone on the crew.” Courtney smiled, “Why did I think you’d make this easy.”

“Because it’s me, Court. When have I ever not thrown a monkey wrench of sorts into a game.” You said, your pent up laughter finally escaping.

“Okay, okay. I’ve got it.” Courtney took a dramatic pause. “I’m just gonna say that you never had a crush on Anthony. That one’s just too wild for me, dude. Lockin’ it in!”

A mischievous smile took over your features as you lifted your water shooter and opened fire.

“I have only eaten sushi once! It made me horribly sick, never again.” You announced, grinning over at Spencer. “And I have been in a very happy relationship for the past several months.”

“Did you know about this?” Anthony teased Ian, who sat beside him absolutely flabbergasted. You had told Anthony your plan in private, not wanting to make him feel awkward with the sudden information. He had reassured you that it was alright, after all, being young is weird.

“About having a crush on you or dating Spencer?”

You finally looked over at Spencer, mirroring his mirthful smile at the chaos.

“I mean, we all knew about Spencer, I’m just. I didn’t see that one coming.” Ian admitted.

You and Courtney laughed happily at Ian’s befuddlement.

“Like I said though. Anthony’s just some extra annoying older brother I’m stuck with now.” You reminded him. “It’s like having a friend who didn’t become a sibling until recently.”

Which was true. You hadn’t started viewing Anthony as a second brother until him and Ian had started hanging out again. While your adolescent infatuation had been, quite frankly, ridiculous, you were grateful for what you had now.

“Hey, Spence! Come over here!” Angela said suddenly.

“Ooooooh, yeah!” Ian said, teasingly. “Get Mr. Boyfriend in here.”

Spencer, still smiling, walked on set almost bashfully, coming up behind you and placing his hands on your shoulders.

“Alrighty, everybody. That’s the end of the video! We’ve got two more for you to watch, if you want to! Be sure to like and subscribe and then go have fun on Reddit losing your minds over these absolute truth bombs!” Courtney outroed. “And, as always! Thanks for watching!”

“Now kiss.” Tommy’s voice came without warning from amongst the assembled crew. The camera swiveled to catch him grinning before it swiveled back to face the set.

You felt Spencer’s lips meet your cheek suddenly and your face warmed all the way to the tips of your ears.

“Awwww,”Courtney cooed at the two of you and your face only felt hotter.

Angela laughed. “Everyone say, ‘Thank you, Tommy’ in the comments!”

“I give the people what they want!” The camera flashed back to your tall coworker who only gave a rendition of the Miss America wave. “Bye, bye now!”

And it was done. All that was left was for it to be edited and sent out into the world.

As you reached up to grab Spencer’s hand with your own, turning to smile up at him.

You couldn’t wait for whatever was next.

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Last Minute - D.Malfoy

Summary - It was only a few days until Christmas and Draco’s girlfriend is still doing some last minute things for gifts. Draco finds her tangled up in yarn and sleep deprived in the library.

Word Count - 916

Warnings - Female reader, period mention, not sleeping, not proofread

Author’s note - Welcome to day 20!! 5 more days and then we are all done with the 25 days of fics! I know this one is later than usual but I had to work and my accelerated winter class started today so I had homework to do. I hope you enjoy!

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It was close to Christmas, the clock ticking closer and closer every minute. Every minute she didn’t spend working on her gifts was a minute wasted. She had been awake for over 24 hours, crocheting her gifts by hand rather than with magic. She liked the repetition of the stitches but now she wasn’t so sure about that. She found solace in the library, it was quiet, the fire was crackling, pages were turning, and the smell of old books mixed with a warm fire. It was the perfect atmosphere to get shit done.

She had completely forgotten, however, that she promised Draco that they would go to Hogsmeade together, so when she hadn’t shown, Draco looked for her. He checked her room, checked the common room, checked the great hall but came up with nothing. That was until Theo had told him she was half asleep in the library. So Draco had thanked his friend before making his way to the library, the only place he didn’t think to check. When he had walked in, he saw her on the second floor, going up the stairs only to find her asleep at the table, tangled in yarn.

“Love, wake up. Let’s go back to the common room,” He instructed as he gently rubbed her back. She jolted awake with a gasp before grabbing Draco’s arm, twisting it painfully. “OW! It’s me! You’re boyfriend!” He shrieked, this caused Madam Pince to make her way up to the second floor and kick out the couple.

“I’m sorry, Dray. I feel terrible, are you okay?” She panicked as they were escorted out of the library after untangling her from her yarn.

“I’m fine, love, are you? I’ve never seen you so tired,” He asked her concerned. She yawned loudly before turning to her boyfriend to answer.

“I’ve been trying to finish all of my projects for Christmas, I didn’t realize how close it actually was until I was able to sit down and start my list.”

“When was the last time you got some sleep?”

“Well I just-”

“Library doesn’t count.”

“I have no clue then, maybe after our potions exam?”

“That was 2 days ago!” Draco was surprised he hadn’t noticed his girlfriend not sleeping, now that exams were over and break was about to start, he was able to sneak her into the boys dorm more often. He was completely drained the last two days with exams and letters coming from home so he had just been putting himself to bed earlier than usual not thinking about his girl. “When we get back to my room, you are going straight to bed. You can’t go on like this, it’s not good for you.”

“I know but I need to finish this! It’s important that I finish my gifts before Christmas!” She protested but with a stern look from Draco she sighed but agreed to go right off to bed.

As they entered his room, Theo, Blaise and Mattheo were all gathered around Theo’s bed goofing off and joking around. The three boys turned their heads as the door opened, surprised to see the state of their friend. Her under eyes were a lot darker than normal, her gait was clumsy, her hair messier than normal and her eyes were glassy and heavy. “Salazar, what happened to you?” Mattheo asked her, feigning disgust.

“Fuck off, Riddle. I haven’t slept in nearly two days, my period is coming, I’m hormonal and tired, of course I look rough,” She told the boy off, the group surprised with her attitude but brushed it off.

“Get into some comfy clothes and go to sleep, principessa. Do you want to borrow one of my sweaters?” Theo asked her sweetly.

“No thank you though Theo. I’ll steal another one of Draco’s, but I will steal a pair of pajama pants,” She smiled at her friend before heading to her boyfriend’s trunk, pulling out a warm sweater, nearly missing the pair of flannel pajama pants that were tossed her way and heading to the bathroom. She changed out of her school uniform and into the borrowed clothing, gathering her dirty clothes and headed back to the room. Her boyfriend was already laying on the bed waiting for her.

“Do you need us to go somewhere else? We can go to the common room,” Blaise offered.

“Yes-” Draco started before his girlfriend cut him off.

“No, it’s okay. I’ll probably fall asleep in a few minutes anyway. Chat away, it won’t bother me.”

Draco stuck his tongue out at the trio childishly before opening his arms to his girlfriend who just about collapsed into them. Not even a minute after she had settled herself against his side, her head resting on his chest and listening to his heartbeat, she had fallen asleep. He let out a chuckle seeing how quickly she had fallen asleep as he pulled the covers up over the two of them.

“Is she already asleep?” Mattheo asked.

“Yep, passed right out once she was comfortable,” Draco replied, fondness laced in his tone as he watched his girlfriend sleep peacefully.

“Whipped,” Theo muttered behind a cough.

“I am. But hey, at least I have a significant other, Nott,” Draco shot back, causing a roar of laughter from all of the boys in the room including Theo himself. She hadn’t even stirred at the noise, still just peacefully sleeping in the arms of her boyfriend. She was right where she wanted to be.

#draco malfoy imagine #harry potter #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy x fem!reader #draco x reader #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco fanfiction #draco malfoy x you

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alexa-fika · 9 months ago

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Lasting Memories (Shanks x gn!child!reader)

A/N: Yall I am so sorry, I thought I had posted this earlier today but I just checked and I was like wait I din’t , oops. I think I COOKED, PLEASE TELL ME IF I COOKED OR NOT, read this post to see what it was inspired on, cause I don’t want to make you read it twice if ya already know

Dividers by @/Saradika

“Captain, there's a kid out there; they said they want to talk to you,” Yassop said, entering the bar

“Hmm? Hardly a place for a kid to be” he said glancing at the bar him and his crew were currently staying at

“I think you’re going to want to see this one,” he said, grinning

“Well, let’s have a look, can’t leave the kid hanging,” he said. The captain stretched his arm out. His eyes gleamed as he took one last gulp of his drink, walking behind his officer until they came outside of the bar where a small child sat at a bench swinging their legs until they spotted him coming out of the bar

They smile, jumping off the bench and facing the Captain, their bunny-like ponytails raising in happiness

“Are you Captain Shanks?”

“That’s me. And are you the one asking for me?” He says teasingly before he bends down, coming to their level.

“Yeah”

“And what’s your name?”

“Reader”

“Reader, and how old you are you, Reader?”

“Six”

“Six, young lass to be wandering around, what can I do for you?”

“Do…do you remember me?”

Shanks pauses; he tries to recall this child, this face.

“I’m afraid not, but you look somewhat familiar.”

They grin

“You were always Closer to sister; she was older; I was just two, so back then all I knew was that you meant home, safety.

Shanks furrows his eyebrows in thought

“Im sorry, Lass, but im not sure what you mean; who was your sister?”

“You must remember better her better, your former musician, Uta.”

Shanks's eyes widen as he is hit with the sudden realization. Of course, he’d never have forgotten about his daughter.

"You’re…."

“Hi, Dad, it’s been a while,” they said, tears pooling in their eyes

Shanks is utterly taken aback by this moment; his jaw completely drops in shock.

"Y-you're really...I always wondered what happened to you, and I never stopped looking, either. Look at you; you were but a tiny lass always glued to Uta’s arms last time i Saw you"

“Uta told me that sometimes she had trouble getting me out of your arms; she always talks about you, especially after the music guy took over her; she keeps saying how you saved her.”

Shanks's eyes light a loud laugh escaping him after hearing of Uta’s fond memories about him.

"I can't believe it, all of this time I spent searching. . I can't believe my little lass found me instead”

“After the bad guy, sister has been taking a well-deserved break from all the craziness, and well, I was wondering if maybe I can stay with you for a while until sister charges up?”

He grins, scooping the small child up and ignoring their surprised squeal as their feet left the ground, turning around to his crew, who had by now left the bar to see their captain’s reencounter with his child

“Lads, we got a crewmate back; this calls for a celebration!”

They look up at their father, a smile growing on their face as they continue staring at his features. It had been a long time, and they were small the last time they had seen him; the features had become blurred over the years, but now there was no hurry. They had no need to hold onto figments of past memories that needed to be puzzled together just to have a vague remembrance of what their father look as now they would have the chance to create new memories, to wake up and see the face in front of them rather than in their murky memories

“Hm? Do I have something on my face, lass?”

“No, im just happy I found you.”

Shanks gives a bright smile as he sees his kid’s happy expression.

“So are we just going to stand out here, you little rascal? Come on then,” Shanks says, carrying the small one on his hip back to his ship.

“You guys have better start being careful from now on; we’ve got ourselves a child on board,” he said, glancing back at his crew. The smile On his face, betraying any serious tone he was trying to portray

“But dad is the reckless one,” Reader piped in

“Hah? What are you trying to say, reader?! Ask Beck; I am the epitome of responsibility, right Beck?”

“No.”

“Hey! Reader, don’t listen to him; Uncle Beck is just being silly!” he fusses

“Be careful around that one; take your eyes off him, and you’ll end up on the sea.” Lucky Laughs

“OI”

Im sorry for starving you guys, I just started classes so I’ve been trying to get ahead as I always do but eventually when I get ahead I will be much laidback so I will be more consistent ( Hopefully)

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bookshelf-dust · 2 years ago

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Hi! I love your writing 🥹

I was wondering if I could request a fic where it’s readers first time in after school detention, and it’s over something dumb like being tardy too much ‘cause she’s a good noodle, but Billy is there! And he’s all cool and flirty and shit.

Literally anything you write will be amazing! Thank youuu for sharing your work 🙏

pink slips and bland gum.

billy hargrove x fem!henderson!reader

word count: 2,229

warnings: swearing, reader has anxiety, mentions of smoking, innuendos, tension/kinda pining/both reader and billy are smartasses—this is kinda enemies to lovers OOP (also sorry i got carried away)

a/n: hi my love!! thank you so very much for your request. it makes me so happy that you enjoy my writing! thank you for reading. it is a pleasure to share my mess with you. i really like this idea! i had a similar experience in school, minus the billy or interaction with a pretty boy at all. anyhow, i hope you like this!! i decided to make it a henderson!reader as a reason for the tardiness. i hope that’s okay! *big big squeezy hug* <333

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“God fucking dammit, Dustin!”

Your breath leaves a puffy cloud of air in front of you where you sit in your car. It’s not warm yet. You would’ve gotten up to start it earlier, but you’d overslept some, which meant Dustin overslept too.

You usually banged on his door after pulling yourself out of bed, but what with finals, you’d been up late studying and forgotten to set your clock.

The palms of your hands met the leather of the steering wheel again, one slamming into the horn, again. You couldn’t bare to give one tiny shit at this point if you woke anyone in the neighborhood up.

Dustin had always been a mess in regards to getting ready for school, but it seemed that now you drove him, he was determined to make you late as well. When your mother drove the both of you, he was ever punctual. Now, not even a little bit.

When he did finally get in the car, he realized that you were actually furious with him, not saying one word the entire trip. Not to mention you realized about halfway there that you were actually going to be late, again, a wreck diverting traffic the complete wrong way to school. A wreck you could’ve avoid if Dustin had gotten his ass outside on time.

It was safe to say that by the time you got parked and into the building, only for your first period teacher to hold up her hand at your entrance—not even bothering to look up at you—a pink slip of paper in her fingers, you were downright pissed.

You flopped down into your seat, wood cold through your jeans, and looked at the slip while simultaneously retrieving your book from your bag. It was “silent reading time,” after all.

It was a detention slip. A fucking detention slip.

Not only were you angry at yourself for oversleeping, but also because Dustin just could not bother to help you out in the mornings, not only today, but almost every damn day the past month, and now you were paying the price.

You knew Dustin would get away with it on his end though. His first period was Mr. Clarke, and he loved Dustin so much it wouldn’t matter if he set fire to the classroom.

“Afternoon Detention, 3:30pm,” it read, a blank with your name scrawled on it and a blank for your teachers signature as well.

You rolled your eyes, reaching for your wallet to check for coins, because now you needed to use the fucking pay phone and call your mother considering you wouldn’t be able to take Dustin home this afternoon anymore.

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Claudia Henderson was less than pleased to hear that you’d gotten after school detention, but you weren’t taking any of her shit after the morning you’d had.

You may have used language that was going to get you lectured, but in the end you told her to deal with Dustin and hung up.

The rest of the day drug on and on, your leg continually bouncing throughout each class. You could feel your anxiety the whole time, a dull ache, a pain that wouldn’t go away until you got through this.

You’d never had detention before.

Never in your entire academic career.

Frankly, you didn’t see any reason to misbehave and have to stay in the hellhole that was Hawkins High School any longer than you had to. Which is why you always behaved.

And the reason for your detention sentence hadn’t even been your fault.

The last bell rang, and instead of making your way out to the parking lot with the rest of the school, you walked the other way, down the hall to Mrs. Click’s classroom.

You’d had her your junior year for English class, and though that was your best and favorite subject, she’d made it miserable, never thinking you had any talent in you whatsoever regarding writing. Which, by the way, fucking hurt.

You turned into the room, standing in the short line of other kids who had to stay just like you did.

You handed her your slip and she assessed you over the frames of her glasses, like she knew you’d end up here.

“Take a seat anywhere you’d like. You may complete any classwork you have. You may not listen to music or do anything recreational. You will be released at five pm. No sooner, no later.”

You shooed you away with a flick of her hand, and you moved to find a desk.

There really weren’t a lot of kids in the room, only five or six, and they were all spread out, clearly not wanting to be next to each other.

You went for the back row like you did in any classroom, hoping you’d find solace there.

Only when you sat down did you hear the sound of heavy boots on the floor behind you, and upon glancing up, you found the one and only Billy Hargrove sliding into the seat next to you, dropping his bag on the desktop.

You didn’t know the boy extremely well by any means, but of course you knew who he was. You had a few classes with him, some of which required working in pairs—so you’d talked to him, but you weren’t best friends forever or anything.

You tried not to roll your eyes at Billy’s apparent inability to pick a seat not so close to you, occupying yourself with pulling out your few homework assignments for the night.

“What are you in for?”

When you turned your head, Billy was already looking at you; his head propped up by his hand, blinking all slow, batting those stupid long eyelashes at you, a slow smirk ticking up the corners of his mouth. His voice gravelly, words spoken lazily, keeping his voice down for fear of Mrs. Click’s acknowledgment.

He was a dream to look at—there was no denying that.

“Apparently being tardy one too many times is not very well received.”

You flipped open a notebook, looking for the notes you’d taken earlier in the day. Billy’s hand though, covered the words.

He was holding a pack of gum, offering you a stick. You didn’t chew gum often, but you weren’t going to turn it down when he was offering it to you.

“Thank you.”

“Mhm,” Billy hummed. “Why’ve you been late so much that you got written up for it?”

You turned to face him, eyeing Mrs. Click, who was reading and half dozing in her chair, oblivious to the boy with his walkman tucked into his waistband, hair covering his headphones.

“My brother. Dustin seems to be determined to make my mornings a living hell every since I started driving the both of us. He can never get ready on time or gets distracted by something. But if it were him who needed to be somewhere and I was running late, the fucking world would end.”

Billy was watching you intently as you spoke, hanging onto your every word. This was the most you’d ever conversed, what with you always paying attention in class and everything, so he was pretty damn happy that you were paying him any attention.

He laughed lightly after you finished. “My sister, Max, is the opposite. I think she’s punctual so that she can get away from me quicker.”

“I think they’re friends, Max and Dustin,” you told him. “Maybe they’re out to get us.”

Billy let out a breath of a laugh, smiling lightly at you.

It was then that the silence ensued.

The boy was quiet for a good while, eventually digging out his own homework, what looked to be math. The math class you shared with him. The same homework you were trying to do.

“Are you any good at this stuff?” You asked him shyly, pointing to the paper on your desk as he made eye contact with you. He was really good at that. Unnervingly so.

“What, math?”

You nodded, trying not to look at his hands while he flipped a pencil around in between his fingers.

“Not always, but the stuff we’re on now I’ve got. Why, you need help?” He wasn’t mean when he asked. He wasn’t picking on you. He was genuinely offering.

“Well I got most of it done in class today, but there’s these two problems I can’t figure out. I’ve always been bad at math though, so.”

“Math is hard, okay? And it doesn’t help that O’Donnell is shit at explaining either. Which ones are buggin’ you?”

“Three and seven. I’ve got the first two steps down, but after that I get lost. I think I’m dividing wrong maybe?”

Billy read over the question on his sheet and then moved his chair out to be closer to you. The close contact was making you burn.

“May I?” He held out his hand for your paper. You picked it up and gave it to him. His eyes scanned your writing, fingers trying not to smudge the graphite from your pencil.

He scooted even closer to you. The burning continued. You tried not to think about how good he smelled, even if it was mostly of cigarettes.

“Okay, here,” he gestured with his pen, “it’s the third step where you kinda trip up. You’ve just forgotten the negative sign that goes with the parenthesis.”

You looked at your notes, realizing you had indeed forgotten that. “Huh. That makes sense. Thank you, Billy. I’m sorry for bothering you with this.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll help you anytime you need.” And then he winked. Billy Hargrove winked at you and then went back to working on his own homework.

The rest of the afternoon droned on, but eventually the hour and a half was up. Your sentence had ended.

Billy shouldered his bag, and you had the urge to grab hold of his arm and squeeze. Shit. You needed to chill.

You made sure to give Mrs. Click a glare on the way out for how she treated you, and Billy caught it.

“That was brave. I’m kind of scared of her.”

You laughed, falling into step with him on the way out of the building.

“She’s a bitch. Made my English class last year living hell. It’s easier to be brave when I know I won’t have to be in close quarters with her.”

Billy laughed then, and it was probably the sweetest sound you’d ever heard, lazy and sweet. You could’ve bottled it.

You fished your keys out halfway through the door, and when you looked up, you noticed Billy was still chewing his gum. You’d spit your piece out on the way out of detention.

“There’s no way that gum still has any flavor left.”

He turned to look at you. “Wanna find out?”

You practically choked, but he reveled in it, moving on. “Walk you to your car? It is getting dark out early this time of year, you know.”

“Sure, Billy.”

The walk was short, but he was right on you the whole time, a comforting presence. You almost squealed when he caught your bag as it slipped from your shoulder, his warm hand brushing your arm.

It was when you arrived at the driver’s side door of your car that the both of you looked up, the street lights coming on all at once, the sun having set just enough to set them off. There was some romantic joke in there, you were sure of it.

“You never asked me,” Billy said. You raised a brow, confused as to where he was going with this.

“What I was in for,” he continued. “I was gonna make a joke about you being a goody two shoes or something, but then you were all nice and gorgeous and shit, so, you know. Here I am.”

Billy leaned in, setting a gentle hand on the roof of the car, just beside your head. You were starting to think that smartass smirk of his was ever present.

“Sorry,” you started, still feeling a little brave. “You were too busy flirting up a storm.” He tossed his head back, laughing, and you tracked the movement of his Adam’s apple. “So what were you in for, Hargrove?”

“Apparently smoking in the school hallways is not very well received.”

You rolled your eyes. “Why were you smoking in the halls then?”

“Honestly? Because I was having a shit day and I needed to calm down, so I kinda couldn’t make it outside.” He shrugged his shoulders, finding it easy to talk to you for some reason.

You nodded, understanding the need to get away sometimes—more often than not. You wondered how much more of him you could understand, if he were to reveal it to you.

“Well, I’m sure we could figure out another way for you to calm down that doesn’t involve cancer sticks.”

“Yeah?” Billy grinned. “You’ll have to help me out then, huh?”

“I guess so.”

You watched as he pulled a pen out of his own bag, gesturing for you to give him your hand. When you did, the tip of the pen was cold against your palm.

“My number,” Billy told you. “For when you need help with math homework, or if you want gum or something.”

“Or something.”

He capped the pen. “Yeah. Or something.”

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please let me know if you liked this! feedback is always appreciated!! comments and reblogs mean more than you know. <33

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drmaddict · 2 years ago

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Kitten and Grizzly

Summary: Sy finds out what his kitten really wants

Word count: 941

Warnings: mentions of primal play, mentions of masturbation

What Sy held in his hands was not what he had expected. Not quite. He thought his kitten would read tearjerkers.

She rarely allowed this form of girly hobby in front of other people. Hid them outright. He remembered once coming home from a binge earlier than he thought because one of his friends had broken his leg and finding her on the sofa watching Bridgerton. Her cheeks flushed abruptly, but she just said, "Shut up." and turned back to the TV.

He had sat silently watching along with her. Actually, he shouldn't say something like that, but he liked the show. So when the second season came out, he just turned it on for their weekly movie night and pressed (y/n) against him. "I want to see what happens to Eloise," he shrugged.

They were both treating it like their little secret.

So he would have expected that this secrecy around her Kindle was simply related to the fact that she just preferred to keep this girly preference to herself. Without comment from the outside.

But when the little device was switched on and lying forgotten on the bed and he read the first sentence of the page, he realized that he had been mistaken.

He wasn't stupid. He had heard of Fifty Shades and had also seen the movie, but it had amused her rather than being a serious read.

But after what he had now read, he realized why. Fifty Shades was probably rather laughable against this. Before he knew it, he was lying on the bed, immersed in this new world. Got to know a whole different side of his kitten. Neither of them were prudes, but she had never been so explicit about what interested her. Was she actually interested, or was this just a more outlandish outing for once? He hesitated, but then looked at the considerable library on the device.

He read through the summaries and some reviews. One theme seemed to run through. Primal Play.

He memorized a few titles and put the Kindle back in its place as he had found it, only this time turned off.

He said nothing about it for now. The next few days, when his kitten was at work, he spent reading more and more of the books he had found. Not only once did he have to interrupt himself to get relief. If she liked that sort of thing, he was definitely into it.

Little fantasies crept into his head. How he caught her. Burying her underneath him. How she would live up to her nickname and scratch his back until red streaks decorated the skin. How he would growl when she bit him as hard as she could. Animalistic lust.

He wanted it. He wanted her. He wanted her that way.

He needed to talk to her. Today.

He waited until they were lying on the sofa together, watching a horror movie.

He cleared his throat hesitantly. "Kitten we need to talk," he began. She broke away from his embrace and looked at him uncertainly.

He looked back uncertainly. "First... It's important to me that you know I didn't WANT to snoop," he began, holding his index finger up to her nose. "But your Kindle was on the bed, turned on, and I picked up a phrase and then I just couldn't stop." He looked at her searchingly. She let no emotion flit across her face. Her walls completely intact and set on a defensive course.

He sighed. "Why didn't you ever say you liked that kind of thing?" He stroked her calf gently with his thumb. She shrugged her shoulders. "Kitten. Come on. If there's one thing I can say, it's that these ideas don't leave me cold, and I really, really want to hunt you." He grinned at her, but that grin fell from his face as she got up and left.

"Kitten!" he called after her, following immediately.

"Sy. This isn't going to work." she sighed still walking.

He grabbed her wrist and held it tightly. "Why?"

She slumped her shoulders. "Because my head won't cooperate," she sighed.

Sy was confused. She let her back fall against his chest. He held her tightly. "It's not about the hunting," she began. "It's... In the books... It's just feelings and actions. It's no thoughts. It's not overthinking. It... Damn you know me Sy. I always think about everything way too long until my thoughts are no longer thoughts. It... I want someone to rip this burden out off my mind. I don't want to have to think. I want to be able to just be, if only for a short time, but I can't. And I never will be able to. All I have left are the books." She literally fell against him. "If you want to chase me through the forest like Little Red Riding Hood, we can do that. But that's not really what this is about for me."

He turned her around and she dropped against his chest in surrender. He just held her close and stroked the back of her head.

"I just want you to feel good," he mumbled softly.

"I want to. But I'm afraid that if I do, I'll just be disappointed.", she murmured humbly into his chest. "After all, you're made for this.", she said and a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

Sy grinned. "I'll be your grizzly if you stay my kitten."

She sighed. "We'll try."

He smiled and continued stroking her hair. "You just wait kitten. I've managed to handle a few other missions."

She smacked his chest.

They laughed.

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spaceman-earthgirl · 11 months ago

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Happy Holidays! This was based on the prompt "A leash and collar? Why?" She said, suspicious as she looks over the rim of her coffee mug." for @iamsuperconfused as part of the @supergirlfemslashsecretsanta gift exchange.

ao3 link

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Maggie knows something is up. She knows her girlfriend, she knows her tells, and she knows Alex is hiding something from her.

She’s not worried, because Kara is involved, and maybe that should make her a little worried but she’s come to find that anything to do with Kara usually just ends up being food or Lena related.

But since Maggie loves a good mystery to solve, she decides to do a little investigating herself.

Turns out, she doesn’t actually need to, because Alex gives herself away pretty much immediately.

First, it’s the dog food Maggie finds in the cupboard as she’s looking for a new bag of sugar. Then it’s the list of names she finds written on a notepad in the kitchen, and then finally she overhears a conversation between Alex and, who Maggie assumes, is Kara.

As soon as Alex hangs up the phone, Maggie can’t help but ask about a few things she’d overheard.

"A leash and collar? Why?" She says, suspicious as she looks over the rim of her coffee mug.

Alex freezes and Maggie has to fight to keep a straight face. Does Alex really think she’s being subtle?

“I...uhhh...”

“Who were you on the phone with?” Maggie prompts.

“Kara...she wants a dog.”

Maggie narrows her eyes. That is a pretty plausible scenario, and Maggie would probably believe Alex, if not for the way she’s avoiding eye contact.

Alex looks down at her watch. “I have to go, I’m meeting Kara, but we’re still on for lunch?” Alex asks.

“Of course,” Maggie replies. At least Alex’s suggestion of a picnic in the park for lunch makes a bit more sense now.

Alex walks around the kitchen island. “I’ll see you later,” she says before giving Maggie a lingering kiss, dog and lunch and everything else forgotten for a moment as she chases the contact when Alex tries to pull away.

“Bye,” Alex laughs, pressing another quick to Maggie’s lips.

Maggie watches her go, missing Alex as soon as the door closes, already excited for lunch. With their busy schedules they don’t get to spend nearly as much time together as Maggie would like.

Maggie would put money on the fact that Alex is going to surprise her with a dog. Maggie’s not sure why it’s a secret but it’s cute her girlfriend is trying to surprise her. They’ve talked about getting a dog in the future, so it’s not completely out of left field that Alex would get them one. They’ve talked about everything together. She knows she’s going to marry Alex one day, this is just the first step.

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When Maggie arrives at the park, her heart stutters in her chest when she sees Alex, standing beside a picnic blanket, a picnic basket and flowers set out on the blanket beside her.

“Hey,” Alex greets her, smile shy as she lets Maggie pull her into a hug.

“Hi,” Maggie smiles. “What’s all this for?”

“Can’t I treat my girlfriend to a nice lunch?” Alex asks, tangling her fingers with Maggie’s.

Alex gives Maggie’s hand a tug and Maggie follows the gentle command, taking a set beside Alex.

“I got all your favourites,” Alex says, opening the basket and for a moment, Maggie feels like she might cry.

“I see you said “got” and not “made”,” Maggie points out.

Alex rolls her eyes.

“I’m teasing,” Maggie smiles. She waits until Alex is looking at her again. “Thank you, for all of this.”

“Always.”

Maggie’s heart stutters in her chest again, she knows Alex means it.

It’s after lunch, before they’ve eaten the dessert Maggie spied in the basket earlier, that the mood shifts and Maggie knows what’s coming when Alex starts to talk, clearly nervous.

“I actually had another reason for inviting you here today,” Alex begins, reaching into her pocket. “I’ve tried to keep this a secret from you so I hope you’re surprised.” She pulls out a box and Maggie gasps, she doesn’t need to be able to see inside to know what’s in there. “Based on your reaction I’m assuming I managed to keep it a secret.”

Maggie prides herself on being a good detective but even she didn’t see this coming.

“Maggie,” Alex continues, reaching out to take one of Maggie’s hands, box held in the other. “I love you. I never thought I’d get to feel like this but then I met you and you changed everything. When you first kissed me, I knew then and there I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. You’re my favourite person, you’re my best friend, you make me so happy, and, if you’ll let me, I want to spend the rest of my life loving you the way you deserve to be loved.”

Maggie is nodding before Alex even gets the words out.

“Marry me?”

“Yes,” Maggie blurts. She doesn’t even need to think about it, she’s known since even before she kissed Alex that she was the person she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

They’re both grinning as Alex shakily slips the ring onto Maggie’s finger and as soon as the ring is on, Maggie reaches out and tugs Alex into a searing kiss.

“I love you too,” Maggie says into the kiss, and it’s only when she pulls away that she realises she’s crying.

“Did I surprise you then?” Alex asks, wiping Maggie’s cheeks with her thumbs.

Maggie smiles. “You did.” And then something clicks. “Wait, what about the dog?”

Alex laughs. “I needed something for you to focus on while I planned this. I figured a little mystery would do the trick.”

“So, we’re not getting a dog?” Maggie asks, oddly disappointed now that the idea had felt tangible.

“I mean, it was just meant to be a distraction but we can definitely still get a dog. I’m sure Kara would love that, she spent the whole time being sad it was just pretend.”

“We do have a bag of dog food at home,” Maggie points out. “Did you really just buy dog food so you could propose to me?”

“That is not the story we’re telling people.”

Maggie laughs. “No, the story I’m telling people is that my fiancée is secretly romantic and planned this whole picnic, including an elaborate distraction, so I wouldn’t figure out what she was up to.”

Alex smiles, and Maggie knows it’s because she slipped the word ‘fiancée’ into the sentence. It makes Maggie feel the same. “Maybe I just really wanted a dog,” Alex teases, but even as she says it, she glances down at the ring on Maggie’s finger.

Maggie looks down too, admiring the small ring and how it looks perfect on her finger, like it was made for her. “Marry me and we can get as many dogs as you like.”

Alex laughs. “I’m totally okay with that.”

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They get married six months later, their dog bringing the rings down the aisle. Maggie thinks she’s the luckiest person in the world.

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kumabeom · 1 year ago

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anti romantic

chapter 1 : love is a lie, i loved that lie

synopsis : anti romantic, college student choi yeonjun who thinks he’s seen everything in a relationship, promising himself that he won’t go through another relationship ever again to prevent himself from going through another heartbreak. that was until he sees yn, a classmate, chasing his heart. will his walls be enough to scare yn away, or will they continue chasing yeonjun with all they have ?

yeonjun walked into his first class of the day, americano in his right hand, tote bag hanging off of his left shoulder.. although he stopped as soon as he walked in, realizing that him and yoojung had the same class. he wasn’t necessarily surprised, after all him and yoojung had met because they were both doing a fashion design major.. however he had somehow forgotten, the problem also lied in the fact that it was almost a full class, meaning nearly all the seats in the lecture room were full.

yeonjun’s eyes examined the room, he couldn’t just pray that yoojung didn’t show up, because what if his manifestation failed and then he was stuck sitting next to a cheater. he couldn’t help but think how many times he was sitting next to her a day after she had cheated on him, how many times had he kissed her after someone else’s lips had been on hers. yeonjun bit his lip, chewing on it, deciding to play it safe. finding an empty seat to one of his classmates. not paying much attention to who it was, all he knew was that he had never seen them before. little did he know that the person next to him was completely fangirling over him, yet they somehow managed to keep their composure.

yn woke up today, thinking it was just gonna be another day full of lectures, admiring choi yeonjun from afar, and then eating before going to sleep. had someone told them that they were going to be sitting next to THE choi yeonjun for their first lecture of the day then they would have probably pinched themselves thinking it was another silly little daydream.

however, yn also woke up in a particularly magnificent mood. the sleep they had gotten was beyond being able to explain, their feet did not immediately get hot after waking up which usually made them get up earlier attempting to get rid of their hot feet condition. yn stayed in bed a little longer after being woken up from their noisy alarm. the walk to uni was not unbearable due to the bright sun or the freezing wind, rather it was a perfect mix of the two, the sun managed to not blind them the minute they stepped outside, and the cold breeze was much more bearable than they had expected. and before entering the lecture room, soobin, their baking buddy, had finally agreed to give them a handful of small little fruit tarts, which they had already ate half of them. and now- choi yeonjun was sitting right next to them.

while yn was bouncing their leg in excitement and nervousness, yeonjun was in the complete opposite situation, yes he was also bouncing his leg, but more due to nervousness, he really hoped that yoojung would not show up, he knew that he would have to face her at some point but he truly wished that it wouldn’t be today.

yeonjun’s wishes, however, were not met. the wooden door creaked open. yoojung walking in, her expression was noticeably worried, anyone in the room could connect the dots, yoojung and yeonjun had obviously broken up, or fought, but it was very obvious. especially when yeonjun and yoojung were constantly by each others side, their relationship was very publicly known, they always sat next to each other. and even though your wishes were being fulfilled, you couldn’t help but feel yourself worry over the couple.

even though it worried yn, they couldn’t help but come up with the idea of distracting the boy next to them. “hey, do you have some of the notes from yesterday ?” you asked, quite worried about the confrontation, you didn’t want to look like a creep nor did you want it to look like you were trying to take advantage of the fact that he had just fought with yoojung.

“.. i do,” it took him a moment before he replied, his blonde hair moved quickly as he reached into his tote bag, his americano waiting right on top of the table that multiple students shared. yeonjun’s hand lingered around his bag.. where was his ipad, the one he had written all of his notes in ? had he not put it in his bag last night before going to bed, although to be honest, last night was definitely not the best, after witnessing his girlfriend cheating on him, he went back to his place with kai, who took care of him throughout the night. “..not, i’m so sorry.”

yeonjun picked up his head, eyes finally meeting yours for the first time. your heart couldn’t help but pound, he was handsome from afar and it was even more unbelievable that he was this ethereal.

“it’s okay, i didn’t really need them. i just noticed that you looked a bit- uncomfortable.”

“oh- thank you.. ah- also can you send me your notes later.”

“y-yeah, i can.. but umm.. i hope my note taking system doesn’t bother you too much. i tend to write my notes a bit differently..”

“it’s fine, i’m the same way. oh should i give you my number ? it’d be easier than taking pictures of your notes.”

“whatever you’re more comfortable doing is fine, if it’s more efficient then i don’t mind.” you quietly spoke, realizing that the lecture had started. you watched as yeonjun signaled you to hand over your phone, copying down his phone number onto your contacts.

and yoojung could only watch your interactions from afar; the smile on yeonjun’s face as the two of you giggled over somethings which she didn’t know what the subject was. she really regretted last night, had she been more careful then she wouldn’t be in this situation.

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deceitfuldevout · 2 years ago

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Hidden Treasure (Part 8)

Arranged Marriage AU: Dark!Tommy Shelby x Wife!Reader

Warning(s): Angst, Fluff, Mentions of past domestic violence.

Author's note(s): Innocent heartfelt chapter (cue the fluff).

Your husband would have Finn either send messages to you, or simply keep an eye on your wellbeing. Although Finn hadn’t a clue of what was going on, he knew you of all people didn’t deserve this sort of treatment. He made sure to visit as often as he could for company.

You were grateful the moment Tommy finally let you out that dreadful basement. You hadn’t forgotten the promise made a few weeks ago to Finn. To bake him a signature custard from your bakery. He’d been dying to try. Soon, it became common for the youngest Shelby brother to stop by. He would either have a letter or message from Tommy. Most of them were if your husband would be late or earlier from work.

You’d pack Finn some lunch before bidding him a farewell. Most of the time it was just you and Charlie in one big, empty house. To say that he was a sweet child was an understatement. He had the power to make anyone’s cold heart melt. How could such a charming child come from a man like Tommy? You hadn’t a clue.

Of course, you could never replace Grace. You weren’t the one who’d given birth to him. But Charlie was your son in every single way that mattered. There were even a few special moments you’d spend with the other Shelby family members. You especially enjoyed bonding with the women of the family. Teatime with Polly was a particular favorite. She would give you as much advice as a wise woman could. In a way, Polly became your second mother.

As you were setting up the table Polly had been bouncing Charlie on her lap. Finn decided to stop by since today’s work was slower than usual, he choose to stay a little longer. Polly examines her finished tea. Her expression was confused at first, then startled. She shows Finn the cup, and it was as if he'd read something from it.

Polly let’s out a small sigh, “Tell me my dear…” she places her cup on the table, “…has my nephew been treating you well?”

You’re at a loss for words. How could you answer to her? Should you tell her the truth? How would she react? You made up your mind to keep it short and subtle, “Tommy provides me with everything a wife may need. What more could a woman want?” you try your best to force a smile, hoping that it was a good enough answer.

But Polly was suspicious that something wrong within your marriage. She could sense it, “You didn’t answer my question dear, has he been treating you well?” her voice is sterner this time. You tense. Your heart races, “I-I’m not sure what you mean...” you play off. Polly could tell that over the period of time since you've been married, the flicker of light in your eyes had disappeared. Blown out by the cold blues that followed into your nightmares.

At that point, Finn has had it. As soon as Polly leaves, he tells you of his plan, “Tommy’s going to some event next week, and he won’t be back until the morning,”

“Finn…” you warn. It wouldn’t be a good idea breaking your husband's trust. A man like Tommy never forgets. Finn grumbles, “I’m sick and tired of seeing him treat you like--like the dirt on his shoes! The bloke!” his hands ball into fists. You don’t think twice about his statement, in fact you understood completely why your new brother had the right to react like this. You sigh, reaching for his hands to hold, “Could you do me a favor?”

You were kept busy for the next few days, planning on yet another escape. Hopefully the last. Finn would send letters to your sister who lived in the next town. It had been quite a while since the two of you would communicate. Her and her husband had been busy since delivering their new baby.

So, it would take time to pack up their belongings before moving in with your parents. Finn would stop by the postal, on the way to wherever he was heading in order to avoid suspicion. For once it felt like everything was going your way.

As each day went by, you grew more excited to leave this place, once and for all. You let out your hair, made yourself more presentable, you even started smiling again. Tommy took note of how the corners of your lips would curl upwards on their own as you hummed a tune while making supper.

He’d been silently observing you adjusting to your new life. After putting away the dishes, you hoist Charlie on a hip before leaving the kitchen. Tommy listens carefully to your footsteps leading up the stairs before following them. He stops in front of his bedroom door, reaching for the knob.

But before he’s had a chance to twist it open a faint sound of laughter erupts. He opens the door to spot you and Charlie on the bed. Your hands reaching to tickle the boy’s sides. Seemingly unknowing that your husband is witnessing the display of affection.

You hoist the toddler into the air. Tommy notices your expression. For the first time in months, you're actually smiling. It was like some sort of trance. He leans against the door frame. Seeing you with his boy felt, in a strange way, right. As if you both were meant to be. His son loves you. You drop Charlie onto your bosom to catch your breath.

Soft giggles manage to slip out of every exhale. Charlie’s hair tickles your chin so you tilt it to the side. That’s when you notice Tommy standing at the doorway. His posture is more relaxed than usual. For how long had he been standing there?

You look away from his gaze. It always did make you nervous. His fingers twitch, curling into his palms, “I uh...” he slides them into his pockets, “I want you to be my guest for an event,” Tommy looks up, waiting for an answer. You raise a brow and sit up, still holding the boy in your arms, “Who’ll watch over Charlie?”

“Finn offered to keep an eye on him.” of course.

“Alright,” you agreed, already knowing how it would play out. Tommy nods, “I’ll be back, ‘bout three hours from now.” he checks his pocket watch. Double taking the time. You hadn’t planned for him to take you anywhere. It’ll only delay your plans. But you couldn’t risk him questioning his decision, “Sure thing.” you return. Tommy looks as though he had one last thing to say, “And uh...wear something nice,” He turns away, leaving as soon as he came. Now that was odd.

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