#i hope it's alright! it took me FOREVER to think of something lol and then i was like 'wait grace is having a constant tachi breakdown righ

[that-was-anticlimactic]

the name of someone i no longer know

“Do you like… know who you are? Like, your identity?” Tachihara asks Gin and Hirotsu one day, fiddling with the strings on his jacket.

He doesn’t know why he brings it up. Well, he kind of does. He’s just… really confused. Because he’s a Hunting Dog, he isn’t really a part of the Port Mafia. And yet…

Somehow, he feels like he’s been here his whole life even though it’s only been four months. Working with Gin and Hirotsu and even Higuchi and Akutagawa is different from working with the Hunting Dogs. It feels more natural here. And he hates it because he does love the rest of the Hunting Dogs—they’re basically his family at this point.

It scares him, how easily he slipped into this.

[or, 5 times tachihara asked someone about their identity & 1 time he knew his]

🌘4,979 words | tachihara-centric🌒

written for @zukkaoru's birthday!!! ily babes <333

[scudslut]

Fiending for Daryl x F!reader at the point where they're super domestic and sexually comfortable with each other. Like making jokes like "I'll do that thing you like if you take Dog for a walk ;)" and just being super teasing and playful with each other

lazy mornings w/ daryl

daryl x f!reader

wc: 1k

warnings: teasing, slight allusions to sex, mdni

a/n: omfg i adored this idea. thinking about daryl finally super comfortable with you, able to relax and just be himself is just🥹 i hope this is close to what you wanted!! i kinda got carried away in my imagination with this one lol. alsooo, i have a few other requests i’m working on, i promise i’m not skipping anyone’s i just take forever to write:,)

daryl would absolutely love to tease you. he just loved to see that little spark flash in your eyes, reminding him that you want him and he has you.

he was incredibly shy initiating anything sexual during the first couple years of your relationship. and still to this day it’s not often that he’ll outright vocalize his lust, but rather use his actions and subtle, playful remarks that’ll have you ready to pounce on him the first moment you get. the little sanctuary you call home is his favorite place in the world, and it was only ever you who got to see this goofy, mischievous side of him.

and he found he couldn’t help himself, watching you around the house, so casual and domesticated.

you’d play quiet music often on the little record player he’d found, hair tied up in some messy knot, loose shorts and a small t-shirt the only things adorning your soft skin as you read, or cooked, or whatever hobby was interesting you at the time. it brought out intense feelings inside of him, ones he never imagined he’d ever feel and it almost made him giddy. so happy he could provide that safety for you to simply be, and ravenously hungry to devour you whole any chance he got.

it must’ve been sometime in early may he figured. the sun was bright in the sky no later than 6am the past few weeks. mornings still brisk but afternoons hot and nearing swim-worthy. you both rose late that day, having spent a little extra time in bed where the light flooded through the cabin windows, glowing across fluffy sheets and warm skin, simply too soothing to move from right away. he always woke before you and always had to drink you in for a while, admiring how the sun danced through the strands of your wild hair across the pillows. your chest rose so fluently and calmly it made his own tight. he’d ingrain that picture deep in his memory; your vibrant, lively body something he’d protect till his last dying breath.

you had a leg propped outside the blankets, tossed close to his body subconsciously and he brought his fingers to the soft skin of your exposed thigh, painting invisible shapes. it only took a few minutes before you started mumbling sleepily as he dragged them upwards, towards your inner thigh.

“mmm, good morning,” you breathed softly, eyes still shut but a lazy smile gracing your features.

“mornin' sunshine,” he drawled, leaning down to press light kisses over his artwork. “sleep alright?”

“mhm, you?”

he nodded against your skin. he always slept well next to you, especially now he had you all to himself; your little hole in the woods providing much-needed peace and solitude after all the years without. just you, dog, and acres of tall green trees.

speaking of which, he noticed the door creaking open behind him as he placed more nips and kisses, paws padding across the wooden floors at the sound of your voices finally awake.

his tongue dragged up, grazing over the hem of your panties. your hips shifted beneath him as you moaned softly. “can we make it an agreement that you always wake me up like this?” you gasped when his hands joined in, massaging your plush hips with strong hands.

he snorted at that, “i already always do.”

“mm, right,” you muttered quickly distracted as your hands found purchase on his soft brown locks. your morning brain never failed to amuse him. you’d mutter nonsense half asleep, sure to barely remember when you fully came too.

his fingers were just slipping under the waistband when dog whimpered quietly behind you both. a smirk cast over his face, already hearing your whines of dismay at what he was about to do.

“think somebody needs a mornin' walk,” he pulled away with a kiss to the little bow at the hem. a low groan followed in suit just as he expected and he chuckled slightly.

“D… just a few more minutes.”

but he was already dragging his body off the mattress, grabbing a random strewn shirt and pulling it over his head.

“such a tease, dixon,” he heard from the bed, turning to see you propped up with a phony pout. the corners of his eyes crinkled in a grin at your state, hair wild from sleep, and cheeks flushed pink.

“how bout this,” he bargained, leaning back down to peck your ankle and slowly up your calf. “we take him out quickly, and then i’ll bring ya right back here and let ya have yer way with me… sound fair?”

he watched as you feigned contemplation.

“come on, look at that face,” he pointed to dog, who sat patiently at the foot of the bed, tail wagging.

“never thought i’d get cockblocked by a dog, but, alas,” you sighed, trying your best to cover the grin on your face.

daryl bent over, shielding dog's ears. “hey! he can hear ya y’know,” and there was so more hiding your grin, giggles escaping your lips in fit.

he’d never seen you move so fast after that, speedily throwing on a top that barely covered your ass and rushing to the front door.

“come on doggy boy! your dad and i have a date, we gotta make this quick,” you mused loudly through the house, dog chasing after you.

he couldn’t help but shake his head in laughter, following after his family blissfully. this was definitely his favorite place in the world.

sorry i’m so cheesy byyee❤️

[ahgasegotarmy116]

Seven Days to Fall Again | Saturday | Jeon Jungkook

Inspired by the MV "Seven" by Jung Kook ft. Latto (obvi lol) Summary: Life is meaningless without you. Who knew a broken heart could be shattered twice? Pairing: Reader x Jungkook (almost exes to lovers lol) Word Count: 3.2k ~ (sorry I took forever to update) Warnings: Explicit language, angst, mentions of an accident and death (nothing too crazy) a/n: Hope you guys like this one! I wasn't sure how I would go about including the whole funeral thing in the mix but I think I did alright lol Lemme know what you think! Start from the beginning

After finishing my shower last night I didn't even bother drying my hair or putting clothes on. All I could manage to do is barely make it to my bed and once my head hit the pillow the sobbing just wouldn't stop. 

I don't know how long I laid there, sobbing and sobbing and sobbing until my head was pounding and I couldn't push any more tears out. Something about last night shattered the fantasy of being able to move on with my life and feel happy without him when the truth is I don't think I can. 

Even though this whole week has been nothing but him barging into my life and always doing something to make things more difficult it's as if deep down I was happy he was still trying, happy that he wasn't gonna give up on us. 

I love him. I love him so much that being with him was the only thing that ever mattered. 

I wanted him to want me just as much as I wanted him but with how our lives have been recently I just felt like I was just there. Just another person that he interacted with and nothing more. It hurt to have him come home and have nothing to say to me, no time to do anything and not even an ounce of energy to spend on me. 

He my boyfriend for fucks sake! We should be spending time together and eating together and laughing and smiling together. Why have simple things like that disappeared almost entirely? 

I love him, I love everything about him but if it's come to this point that I have to question myself day after day if I'm the one who has done something wrong, done something to make him treat me like this...then I don't think we're meant to be together. 

Relationships are about trusting and loving each other and being able to give them your love. But he hasn't shown me that he loves me at all with the way he's been acting and he hasn't given me the opportunity to show him my love either. 

I just don't understand!

Reaching out for my phone I jump at the feeling of it vibrating right away, showing me that I have an incoming call.

After taking a quick glance to check the caller ID it's already got me on edge. "Hello?" I say groggily but am cut off by the sounds of heavy breathing and hospital noises in the background. 

"Y/n, y/n please you have to come quick he-" "Okay slow down take a deep breath and tell me what's going on" I coach Jimin when I hear the panic in his voice. He takes a big gulp of air and lets it out before continuing with a shaky voice. "It's Jungkook" he says and my heart stops. 

"W-what do you mean it's Jungkook? What happened?" I say, throwing the covers off of me and running around my room, grabbing clothes and franticly throwing them on. "I don't know I just, they said that there was an accident and they brought him here but there was so much blood and-" "Did he make it?" I question and I'm met with silence on the other end. "Damnit Jimin is Jungkook okay?" I shout, shaking and gripping onto the phone until my knuckles have gone pale. 

"He-he didn't make it. They said it was too late that there was nothing they could do..." he says but my arm drops and with it takes Jimin's voice. My breathing picking up as it starts to sink in. 

"Oh God what have I done?" I whisper to myself, my whole body shaking and my vision getting blurry with the tears that are bound to never stop. 

"Y/n! Y/n answer me! I'm coming over" I can hear him shouting at me from the other side and I pick it back up and let out a silent 'okay' and hang up the phone before my knees give out and I fall to the ground. 

"If I wouldn't have let him go, if I would've just asked him to stay he would-" I say aloud but cut myself off with a sob and rest my head on my bed, the sheets muffling the sounds of my screams. I'm never going to be able to forgive myself for this, I shouldn't have been so hard on him I should've just heard him out...

~~~~

Once I feel as if my sobs have died down I take that as an opportunity to get a glass of water but before I'm able to get there I hear a panicked knock on the door. I rush to open it and grasp onto him as tight as I can and not daring to let go. 

"Shhh, shh I know" Jimin comforts me, rubbing my back as he walks in, still holding onto me and guiding us both over to the couch. "Jimin h-he was here last night and I just let him walk away and I-" "Hey, don't do that, you couldn't have known that this was going to happen" he says, holding me tighter in his embrace, telling me not to go there. 

"Do his parent's know?" I ask after I've calmed down again, pulling away and sitting up to face him. "Yeah they do and they're on their way already. They're having the funeral today" he says while pushing the tear dampened strands of hair out of my face.

"Today? They can't have it today! What about the rest of his family?" I question, surprised that a funeral could even be put together so quickly. "They want to have a small intimate gathering for now and then tell everyone later. It's just too painful and they want it done quietly" he says and I nod my head, respecting his parent's wishes. 

"What time does it start?" I question, wiping away the tears that keep falling. "At five" he say, cringing at the time constraint we've been left with. "Jimin that's two hours" I say, shocked that they would be able to even be emotionally capable of setting everything up so quickly. 

"I know but this was the only spot they had available" he says and I nod my head, not bothering to ask for more details since nothing else really matters right now. "Will you take me to the funeral?" I ask, knowing for a fact that I wouldn't be able to make it there on my own. 

"Of course" he replies placing a hand on my shoulder and giving me a sad smile. "I'm gonna go home real quick and change and then I'll come back for you" he explains, placing a quick kiss on my forehead and heading out the door. I sit there and let a few more tears fall before pulling myself together and getting up to get ready. 

I don't bother putting on any makeup since there's no reason to. My boyfriend is gone and I'm not going to hide the sadness that I feel or cover up the gaping hole in my chest that once held my heart. The heart that always belonged to him and will forever stay with him. 

How could I have been so stupid? I should've made him stay. Maybe then things would be different. 

~~~~

As Jimin and I walk into the little chapel they're holding the funeral in I first lay my eyes on Mrs. Jeon who is putting up a stronger front than I thought she would. It probably hasn't hit her yet, the fact that her youngest son has been taken from her. 

Mr. Jeon is the one that notices us and comes over immediately and gives me the warmest hug I've ever received. "I'm so sorry" is all I can manage to choke out, not being able to hide my tears as I feel them start to form again, my vision going glossy. 

"Me too" he responds and leads me over to Mrs. Jeon who pulls me in close right when she sees me and that's when I lose it. "I know, it's gonna be okay. Don't worry love it's gonna be alright" she says while stroking my head, trying her best to calm me down. I choke back the sobs as much as I can but no matter how hard I try, the tears never stop. 

After a few more moments with them Jimin escorts us to our seats, just one row back from the front and I notice that I don't recognize the people in front of us, or anyone else for that matter. I brush it off and take a tissue out of the box that's placed in front of me and take deep shaky breaths in and out, finally quieting down as soon as the officiant walks up to the podium.

"Who is that?" I whisper to Jimin, taking in the gorgeous woman who is presiding over the ceremony. "Not sure but she's beautiful" Jimin says, while checking her out. I elbow him in the side and he holds back a groan in pain from the contact. 

"Not the time nor the place for that Jimin" I scold and he apologizes quietly before we continue to listen to the ceremony and as soon as she opens up the floor for people to come up and say some things that we remember about Jungkook we all watch in horror as the lid to the coffin opens and out comes a perfectly healthy Jungkook. 

We all just sit there stunned, not knowing what to do in this situation so Jungkook decides to break the silence. "Thank you so much everyone for coming. I'm sorry to have sprung this on all of you but your dedication has truly moved me" he says while climbing out of the coffin. 

"Y/n" he says, everyone now turning towards me and watching my every movement. "Please don't hate me for this but I just hoped that in doing this you would see how much we both love each other still and how I truly cannot live without you" he says while everyone sighs, acting as though this is somehow romantic. 

"Please will you give me another chance?" he asks, holding his hand out to me and I'm still frozen, flabbergasted that he would go this far. 

Jimin pokes me in the side to bring me back to reality and whispers a quick "Say yes" in my ear, encouraging me to take his hand. I take a deep breath and stand up, smiling at him sweetly and his eyes light up, waiting for that answer he's desperately been hoping for. 

"Go to hell" I growl and walk down the aisle, storming out of the place, not bothering to look back even as a commotion starts to settle in.             

"Y/n wait!" I hear Jungkook call after me, grabbing my wrist to keep me from getting to far but I rip it out of his grasp and turn around to face him. 

"You know I cried for you. I cried so hard I didn't know if I would ever stop. I cried for you last night and I cried even harder when I found out. I blamed myself for your death. I told myself 'If I just would've made him stay then he would still be here' I woke up thinking about how much I really love you and how I wanted to be with you again and then I get the call and it rips my heart out. I never would've forgiven myself" I shout at him, utterly heartbroken by this. 

"You know, something like this might've worked for your little actor friends but this is probably the worst thing you could've ever done to me. Jungkook I thought you died! You let me believe that you were dead and made me feel guilty about letting you go. Don't you see how fucking sick and twisted this is?" I continue, letting out angry tears as my voice gets louder and louder. 

"Y/n I'm sorry it was never supposed to be like this I jus-" "You just what? Huh? Wanted to see how broken I would've been without you? Wanted me to see how I don't want to live without you? Well you got your wish! Mission accomplished" I scoff, turning to leave and he stays frozen in place, this time letting me go. 

Jimin chases after me, begging to let him give me a ride home which I agree to because honestly I want to get out of here as soon as possible. Leaving behind that fucked up charade he pulled and made everyone play into. 

~~~~

"He never meant to hurt you you know?" Jimin says once he pulls up to my apartment complex. "Well he sure as hell has a funny way of showing it" I scoff, reaching for the handle to open the door. "He just doesn't want to lose you. I know he's been trying but he doesn't know what else to do" Jimin continues, leaving me leaning back into my seat again, knowing that he won't be letting me leave that easily.

"So his solution was to scar me for life?" I say, cocking an eyebrow at him and he turns away, guilt written all over his face. "Was everyone in on it except for me?" I question and he cringes before nodding his head slowly. "Great, just great" I mumble, opening the car door and slamming it behind me. 

"Just hear him out, please" is Jimin's last sentiment but I don't give him an answer as I turn and make my way to my apartment. If he thinks he's getting another chance after he's pulled a stunt like that then he's even more delusional than I thought he was. 

~~~~

Clearing my head is proving to be a lot more difficult especially when Jungkook's been blowing up my phone ever since I left. I don't understand how he could possibly think pulling a prank like that would make me want to take him back. He's just grasping at straws at this point but I guess I'm partially to blame since I really didn't give him a chance to say his piece. 

If I give him a chance now he's gonna think shit like that works on me but maybe I should just scold him and make it clear that that's not gonna get him anywhere with me. I groan and throw my head into my hands, sitting on the couch and stressing about what my next move should be and when I hear his all too familiar knocks on the door I know that I've run out of time. 

"Come in" I call out, full well knowing he still has his key on him and so I'm met with the sound of him unlocking the door before closing and locking it behind him, making his way into the apartment and onto the couch as carefully as he can. Doing whatever he can to keep me from blowing up on him. 

"Why would you do something like that to me" I say quietly after we've sat in silence, close to tear again with all the events of today and last night running through my mind all over again. "I'm so sorry Noona I just, well I didn't know what to do. After last night I was going insane. I was running out of ideas and so I stupidly thought of this plan at like three am and... I guess you know the rest of it" he trails off, full on admitting to his stupidity. 

"Anything decided at three am is probably a bad idea" I scoff, now understanding his mindset. He nods before hanging his head in shame, continuing to realize how idiotic this whole train wreck was. "What I did was stupid and insensitive and traumatizing and I apologize. I had no intention of hurting you" he says, placing his hand on top of my knee in an effort to show sincerity. 

"I know you didn't" I mumble, getting up from the couch and walking out onto my balcony, gazing up at the night sky. I take a few deep breaths to clear my head and calm my nerves before bothering to say anything else. 

As soon as I open my mouth though I'm met with two strong arms wrapping around my waist from behind and a head balanced on top of mine. "I'm so sorry Noona" he whispers, voice cracking, almost as if he was crying which from a few moments later after feeling a tear drop fall on my head I come to realize that he actually is. 

I turn around in his hold wordlessly and grasp onto him, holding him as close as I possibly can while we both cry, needing each other to really be able to heal. "Can we please talk now?" he asks and I nod my head into his chest before letting go and taking his hand while guiding us both over to the couch. 

"I just want you to know that I've thought a lot about what you said about me not being here or spending time with you and I've started to realize that I really have been distant. I haven't been taking time to appreciate you or love you so I just want to apologize for that. After what you said I started to realize that your love languages might be physical touch and quality time and I have fallen short on both sides. Now that I've realized that I'll pay closer attention to making sure your needs are met because I never want you to feel unloved by me. Ever" he says, squeezing the hand that he's still holding before continuing. 

"I know I've been busy on set with these last few episodes being filmed but that's still no excuse for not being here and I know that. I just have such a work minded attitude that I forget about the rest of my life sometimes and I know that a lot of that falls on you. If you give me the chance I really want to change and love you right this time. The way you deserve to be loved because if I could I would devote all of my time and attention to you. Every hour, every minute, every second because I never want to lose you. I don't want to give up on us" he says and I look up from my lap to see where our hands are connected when I feel a teardrop fall on them. 

"What can I do? What can I change to make it right? I'll do anything just please, don't leave me" he says. I look up at him and see a brilliant galaxy in his eyes, glassed over with crystal clear tears and my heart just breaks at the sight of him. 

I didn't realize until now just how hurt he might've been by this breakup too. I never wanted to acknowledge how heartbroken he looked every time I rejected him because I was too focused on me and my feelings. 

"Baby I'm sorry" I let out through choked sobs before pulling him in and resting my forehead against his. "I'm sorry I didn't even think about how this might've been hurting you too and I just, I want us to be together. I won't leave you Jungkook I promise" I sob and he pulls me in closer and smashes his lips against mine, kissing away our sorrow and pain and frustration and everything in between. Mending the shattered pieces of our hearts and making them one. 

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If you can, I have a request for the mha boys reacting to their s/o rejecting their affection. Sorry to bother-

Never a bother, of course I can. Sorry it took me a while to reply. I hope this is what you had in mind.💕

Pairing; Bakugo Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Kirishima Eijiro, and Amajiki Tamaki x GN! Reader(separate)

Contains;absolute fluff, attitudes, baby angst, misunderstandings, a lot of misunderstandings

wc; 2028

A/N;��For some of my softie MHA boys lol. 

Rejecting the MHA Boys affection

☆ Bakugo Katsuki ☆

Now-

Ik I said for my softie MHA boys which is why he seems out of place

But you can’t tell me

That this fool 

Won’t have a whole ass attitude 

Cuz you “rejected” his love

I mean seriously

Who do you think you are?

To REJECT

Bakugo “Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight” Katsukis hug

Huh?

🤨

Just who?

I mean sure he didn’t really hug you-

He just stood there waiting

And waiting

Expectantly

Because you always hug him when he comes back from an assignment 

I mean he just can’t believe you

It’s outrageous that you would even do that to him 

So he sulks 

And sulks

And sulks some more

I mean he doesn’t get why you couldn’t just hug him back

I mean yeah sure you were doing a assignment for your art class

And yeah sure you had charcoal and ink all over your hands 

But you coulda hugged him back 😒 

☆ “Kats-“

“No it’s fine.”

“Are you really gonna pout the whole time?”

“M’not poutin.”

“Oh yeah? So why’s your lip poked out? Why are you slouched more than normal? How come you’re quiet in an awkward way? Why’s your right eyebrow slightly more furrowed than the left is normally? Do you want me to go on?”

“No. I told you m’fine,” he says unfurrowing his eyebrow, sticking his lip back in, and sitting up.

Goodness, why do you have to know everything about him?

“Do you really want me to hug you with ink and charcoal all over? You want me to smother you while I smell and-“

“No I don’t. Told ya I wasn’t waiting for a hug.”

“Then what were you waiting for?”

“….”

Silence.

“Alright fine I was trying to be nice since I’m all messy, but since you wanna be stubborn you’re asking for it,” you replied getting up from your chair and pouncing on him.

“Hey get’offa me, said I ain’t want your hugs-“

“Oh shut up ya big baby.”

And he does, Bakugo Katsuki, shuts up. Even though the strong scent of the charcoals you use to draw is still on you, and the wet clay underneath your nails had made its way onto his black tee and the tips of his hair, he could care less. 

In fact, he could stay like this forever. ☆ 

 ☆ Midoriya Izuku ☆ 

okay he genuinely thinks he did something wrong

Like omg what’d I do?

The definition of a lost puppy 

Immediately goes to self doubt

He went to kiss you

And you dodged

What????

Confidence?

down the drain.

Whole day?

ruined.

Has like a cloud of thunder and rain above his head while he’s trying to figure it out

He mentally replays the day

Digging through his brain

He is wrecking it 

Until ur just like 

Dude 

It wasn’t like that/it was a accident 

Misunderstandings much?

You hafta reassure him so much after

☆ It had been such a long day for him. Mentally and physically draining. What more could he possible want in life than to hang out with you? Nothing, he thought. 

However when he came to greet you, like he normally does, and he leaned in to kiss you on the lips, like he normally does, you dodged. His soft, and oh so ready lips, were met with your cheek. 

…..

Your cheeks are great too! Don’t get him wrong, but…were you upset with him? Had he done something to offend you? 

He mentally sighed, scraping through his brain to find something, anything. Wracking the shelves of his mind. Well to be honest, he hadn’t really seen much of you today because you were both busy-

Was that why? Did you not want to kiss him because of that? He should’ve taken some time out of his day to text or call you, and maybe you wouldn’t be so upset, right? He had a lunch break for like 20 minutes, he could’ve checked in you then. Instead he chose to eat his lunch like the selfish, sick, bastar-

“Izu?”

“Huh?” He questioned, quickly snapping out of his thoughts. 

“Izu, you okay? You seemed a little lost there for a moment..”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“What? No baby, why?”

“You- you dodged my kiss…”

“Were you like totally zoned out the whole time I was talking after that?”

“Kinda,” he said embarrassed.

“Silly, I said I was leaning in to kiss your cheek, sorry. I even pecked you back on the lips after, you don’t remember any of that?”

“N-no?! I’m sorry…”

You exhaled, “It seems you’re too exhausted today huh? Let’s go take a bath, yeah?”

He happily agreed, and was in utter bliss at you taking care of him the rest of the night. Gentle head pats were shared, sweet nothings whispered in the dead of night, and finally, peace hit when he fell asleep in your arms. ☆

☆ Kirishima Eijiro ☆

Lowkey breaks down into a very “manly” mess

Kirishima is a big affection guy

The best way he can fix things or lighten the mood is

Hugs

High fives

And that’s always worked for him

So when he can’t really do that

…he’s at a loss

Words? He can be good at words…kinda?

He’s just not very sure 

He’s more of a physical affection 

So one day when you’re hanging out

He can tell your mood is off

That’s one thing he’s gotten really good at is reading you

You’re upset

so ofc he tries to give you a hug 

But you decline not wanting that

Ofc this is about you and he’s still gonna try his best

It just made him sad to think that that’s the only way he knew how to help you

…yet it doesn’t always work

☆ Honestly, you were just upset today. Things weren’t going the way that they were supposed to. Granted, they were small things but they still bothered you. Eventually building up to your soured mood. 

You’d tried talking to “friends” about it, but we’re just given responses like, “Do you know how minor that is compared to my day?” Or, “Don’t focus on the negative,” and the most common, “Why are you being so selfish?” 

After those you just gave up and tried to get through your day. Trying to get back in the excited mood because you were supposed to hang out with Kirishima today. So everything would be fine shortly, or at least that’s what you thought.

He showed up at your apartment to just watch movies, and you figured it would be okay. However, as the movie went on you found yourself not able to pay attention. Kirishima noticed this as well and immediately asked what was wrong. When you brushed it off with a “nothing,” he knew it wasn’t nothing. 

Normally cuddles always brought you out of your saddened state, at least a little. So he wraps his arms around you in a warm hug and tries to snuggle close. This simple but oh so caring act of affection was not able to bring you out of your mood, in fact it almost worsened. You nudged him off with the excuse that it was “too hot.”

Oh, he thought. 

You were really upset, and there was nothing he could do. The only thing he could do, the only thing he knew he excelled at in life, couldn’t help. So why was he even here? It made him feel useless, and stupid. 

Quickly realizing that his mood had changed, you started to feel bad. Gosh why couldn’t you just stop being so selfish? 

“Sorry,” he quickly stated before you could.

“What are you sorry for? I-I should be the one who’s sorry..”

“No I,” he sighed deeply, “I don’t know how to comfort you, and there’s nothing I can do to help so I’m basically use-“

You cut him off with a peck on his forehead.

“Wh-what are you-“

“Just you being here is helpful to me Eiji. I was just having a rough day today, okay? It’s not your fault.”

“But still I should be able to comfort you…”

“Well, I could seriously use someone to vent to,” his eyes lit up at that, “as long as you don’t interrupt me to say how much harder your day was, or tell me how negative and selfish I’m being.”

His eyebrows crinkled downward and his whole face shifted into a frown, “why would I do that?”

“Long story babe.”

“Well good thing I’m here to listen.”

Now he has a new way he can comfort you, and he’s an expert at listening as well. ☆

☆ Amajiki Tamaki ☆

Okay legit the definition of an awkward misunderstanding 

Even though his natural personality is shy and timid or quiet

He’s more comfortable around you 

But that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t get stuck sometimes

Like he’s gonna do something 

And then bam

Nvm 😅 🫠

He’s so disappointed with himself

He built it up and was so ready

So he just accepts it

This time though you don’t beat him to it

In fact you don’t do it at all

It causes him to think something is wrong

But you had noticed his frustration lately with something

After noticing it was his courage you decided you’d let him greet you today

So he builds himself up

Even stands in front of you 

While you wait patiently 

And then

He just gives a stammered out never mind and a defeated sigh

Because what if you don’t even want to hug or kiss him anyway?

☆ Tamaki comes home everyday, to your shared apartment, and everyday you’re the first person he sees. He always finds you where ever you are, normally in your study, and you hug and kiss him. Then there in the room you guys talk about your days and unwind, mostly him listening to you. 

Recently though, you had noticed him being more frustrated? You weren’t sure what if was but it was always after you hugged and kissed him, you could tell because his brow would slightly furrow and his lips would poke out in a pout. You weren’t sure why though, did your breath stink? No. Were you hugging him too tight? No Tamaki loves your hugs. So what could it be?

You called up the person who knows him second best, his closest friend, a friend of yours as well since you’ve started dating Tamaki. Mirio. You figured Tamaki might have said something to him even if it was just a mumbling her overheard, and you figured correctly. 

Mirio told you he had only heard Tamaki mumbling about courage and greetings recently, which was enough for you to put two and two together. You thanked him for his helpful information and waited on Tamaki to arrive home. It was his early shift today so at about 7 he’d be home.

You waited this time, in the living room. This time when he came in you simply gave him a, “hey ‘tama” and he greeted you back coming to sit on the couch with you. For a moment he stared, waiting, almost expectantly. 

He was building himself up, and you were giving him time. It wasn’t awkward silence, just expecting, patient silence. After a couple minutes you were about to speak when he kissed you. 

I did it! Was all he could think of, but he was a bit harsh and one of his teeth bit your lip causing you to break the kiss. 

Oh no, what if I was right? She didn’t want to kiss me at all! I should’ve just gave up-

“Tamaki? Are you okay?”

“I-I’m…I’m sorry,” he said in a hushed tone.

“It’s okay, accidents happen.”

“A-accident?” He said confused.

“Yes, I’m assuming you didn’t bite me on purpose,” you said giggling.

Then it clicked in his brain, he was so excited he had finally done it, he accidentally hurt you in the process. It made him sad, a sullen look now appeared over his features. 

“I’m sorry. I- I just really wanted t-to-“

“I know Tama, and it’s okay,” you reassured him, “you can just keep trying.”

Smiling he asked hopefully, “really?”

“Of course.” ☆

Hope this fulfilled your request!  @/cafekitsune for the divider

[ijwrsmff]

I really hope requests are still open, I adore Mihawk and I love when he’s portrayed as secretly caring, especially when he’s loving towards his wife in the stories that have him and AFAB reader.

I’m sadly sick with what I think is Covid and just trying to imagine how Mihawk would be like if he were to try to care for a sick wife that he loves. (Not necessarily with Covid lol) but with the aches and pains and having to rest and eat and drink healthy but her not wanting to be bedridden.

He is just. So husband material. And I hope you start to feel better soon ;-; sometimes when I'm sick, I like a nice little sick reader story with characters I love so I feel you XD Hopefully this helps a little bit ^~^

Word Count: 1,144

Of course you were sick. What wonderful timing. Mihawk was due to return today, after a week of traveling to hunt a notorious pirate. You were sure it was no big deal, he was the best swordsman in the world. It wasn’t hard for you to worry about him, but you trusted him. You knew the second the both of you got together, you would get married and he would burn the world to keep you safe. 

However he couldn’t exactly protect you from your own sickness. You don’t even know how you got it! Zoro and Perona weren’t even on the island, doing their own thing. You highly doubted those monkeys he trained were close enough to you in order to get you sick. No, this was just some freak occurrence, to get horribly sick the day your husband came home. Which was just your luck. You missed him so much, but you couldn’t be around him, knowing you’d probably get him sick too. 

When you heard him enter the front door, you tried to get up out of bed but your legs collapsed without even taking a few full steps. He heard it, always being perceptive and you heard his footsteps speed up until he had barged into your shared room. “Darling? Are you alright?” He took in your appearance, seeing the bags under your eyes and how much you shook in place from your position on the floor. 

“I see…you’re sick. I can call a doctor to come as soon as possible, until then I’ll make you food to help and-” He leaned down towards you, but you covered your mouth as you coughed. “What…are you doing?” He went to pick you up but you feebly moved his hand away from you. 

“You’ll get sick too!” Your eyes would have been wide with worry, but you could barely keep them open. “You can’t…you can’t get sick…” The words took what seemed like forever to get out, and you couldn’t catch your breath hardly at all. “You have work to do…I…I can’t…” You nearly collapsed on the floor, but he of course caught you. 

He gave you a reassuring smile, “I’ll nurse you back to health as much as I can.” Mihawk picked you up, and you didn’t have the strength to fight him. “If you think something like a sickness can prevent me from working, you haven’t much faith in me, do you?” He chuckled, as he made the joke that caused you to laugh quietly too.

“I’m…I’m sorry…I feel so weak…letting it get to me…” You muttered as he placed you back down on the bed. It was so cold…you were already bundled up, but reached for the covers anyway. He raised an eyebrow at that, and put the thinnest of the blankets over you as he placed a hand to your forehead. 

“And I’m also sorry, love. You have quite the fever, try not to overheat yourself.

I know it feels cold, but wearing such heavy clothes along with the large comforter would only agitate the fever more.” He rubbed your shoulders and you winced. Everything was just so sore. Mihawk was always so gentle with you, but especially in this moment. It wasn’t the first time you got sick, but this seemed worse than a lot of other times you had been through. “Don’t worry, in sickness and in health, remember?” 

He smiled, and when he went to walk away your arm reached out to try and stop him. “It’s alright, I’m just getting a rag to put on your forehead.” He held that hand that reached out to him, and placed a kiss on the top of it. The action always made you smile, and you could feel your eyes closing knowing he was there to help you. 

Like he said, he returned quickly with the soaked rag. He placed it carefully on you, and went back to rubbing your neck and shoulders. It was quiet, but not awkward. Serene almost, with only your occasional coughs to break the silence. His hands weren’t soft, but calloused from years of training and fighting. Even still, just because it was his hands, it still felt blissful to have them run up and down your sore body to try and ease some of the pains. 

“I’m sorry…I just feel so weak…” You muttered, eyes still closed. Though you sighed, partially because of the pains but also because of how safe you felt with his hands trying to alleviate the aches along your body. “I don’t…wanna stay in bed…” You tried to get up, but you were of course stopped as he carefully held you back down. 

“No need to apologize. You might be physically weak now, your brain is strong. Although a bit foggy.” He chuckled and ran his fingers along your scalp, in a soothing manner. “Even if you were weak…I want you to trust me as you always do. Let me be your strength. If you need anything, I’ll be right here to help you.” His eyes were adoring, and though your eyes were closed you could feel that warm smile from him, “If you need water, food, a massage, get out of bed, I can help you. You won’t be walking, but I can carry you where you wish to go.” 

“Thank you…I love you…so much…” You tried to open your eyes, but they closed again almost immediately. “Try not…to get sick…” It made him smile how much you cared. Though he couldn’t care less if he got sick. Especially if it meant him helping you to feel better when you were. You did try to open your eyes when you felt his hands leave you, only to return a few seconds later from beside you. 

“Getting sick would be worth it, if I can make you feel better for even a second.” He chuckled, and wrapped his arms around you. “I can help you feel warmer. But no big blanket.” He cradled you to his side and rubbed your arms and stomach. “I’ll be here by your side until you’re back to full health.” His touch was smooth, and soft. Anything to help you. 

You laughed, and muttered “Cheesy bastard.” Before falling asleep in his arms. He would always help, and be there for anything you needed. He could be halfway across the world, and still be next to you in a moment if you needed him to. You would always be his main priority, sick or healthy. It warmed his heart, to be there when you were sick. He knew you could be stubborn, and not follow a single doctor’s order if you didn’t want to. But regardless, he would make sure you were safe. 

Safe now, forever, and always. Anything for his dearest wife, that he loved more than anyone else in the world. 

[wayfayrr]

for some reason i've had another idea for a request LODGED in my damn brain ever since i wore my platforms the other week: [they are comfy to me, and the heel isn't very high, just the platform adds like- 4inches lol] someone who has tall ass shoes, and nobody notices until they take em off or something and suddenly they're shorter it sounds bad, cause why would someone be wearing platforms, but i swear i can run in em. [took some trial and error though....] also its just really goofy.

No because I'm just as stubborn with platforms the thing that gets you is stairs. I'm not entirely sure if I've mentioned it on here, but I'm a firm believer that Hylians are short. Time is seen as tall because as far as Hylians go? He is Twilight is seen as monsterously tall. Which mixes into your other ask as well - seeing as Time is fairly average height when compared to humans with Twi being tall even to humans (he grew up with humans so he adapted just a lil he's got a much higher milk tolerance sfvgf) but only Twi really knows this seeing as he grew up in ordon with humans and honestly? Means he has a reason to reach out to the reader in the first place, explaining most of the differences he noticed growing up between him and the rest of the villagers It's not the most but really at that point it's helpful to know anything. and it gets him closer to you which is what he really cares about honestly I write the chain as yandere's most of the time really, but this scenario where he's reader's best hope and they naturally get closer to him? I could see it happening really it's because he can't have a repeat of midna someone from another world stealing his heart and leaving him forever ha nope

As for platforms? that'll be fun to explain to them >:) this turned out a little bit more Twi centric than I meant for it to be but it was so fun to write and flowed so naturally !! <33 [masterlist]

“[Name]? We’re about to have breakfast, you’ll probably want to come get some before we leave the inn. Time’s saying that we’re going to be walking a lot today”

“Hm? Yeah I’m coming wild.”

His eyes looked as if they were about to fall out of his head when I opened the door. Is there something off about my appearance? I’ve just woken up I guess so maybe I just look a bit dishevelled, but after travelling with them this long? Would that really be enough to set them off like this?

“You’re shorter! Are you alright? Twi said humans are way different compared to Hylians but I didn’t assume he meant you shrink sometimes! Come on we need to go show them to know if you’re gonna be okay.”

“Wait no wild I-”

There isn’t even time for me to argue my own point with how fast they’re pulling me over to the others, his strength is impressive even for hylians I’ve been told and that isn’t something I’ll argue with. But what is he on about me ‘shrinking’? I haven’t changed height at all… He’s never seen me without my platforms. That’d do it.

“TWILIGHT! [NAME] SHRANK. IS THAT SOMETHING HUMANS CAN DO? ARE THEY GOING TO BE ALRIGHT?”

“Wild really I’m going to be fine. If you’ll just let me explai-”

“YOU CAN SHRINK? Why didn’t you tell us [name]?”

Now winds come over - great. I’ll have to count on Twi’s glare being enough to give me time to speak. 

“Wild what are you on about humans can’t - oh. You did shrink. How did that happen?”

Bingo. Now I can hopefully clear this mess up somewhat.

“I didn’t shrink. I’m just not wearing my platforms. They add to my height when I wear them, I didn’t realise this was the first time Wild’s seen me without them. Their worry was pretty cute though.”

“So you didn’t shrink..? Can I try them on?”

“Nah wind, not only are they my only pair of shoes but I think you’d break your neck if you tried to walk in them.”

He really does look kind of like a cat when he pouts, you’d assume he’s just had a lemon slice shoved in his mouth rather than being told no for his own safety. It’s nice to see that despite having to become a hero at such a young age he still acts his age.

“Then how do you wear them? You’ve been walking them for so long without issue?”

“They’re your only shoes?”

“Yeah they are Twi, there’s no issue either wild. They’re comfortable to wear and I’m used to them anyway”

Twi looks as if he’s gearing up for a lecture if the look on his face is anything to go by, the very same one that’s a warning for wild when he’s done something questionable. A short sigh, a shake of his head and it quickly softens up into some sort of lovestruck expression.

“Darlin’ It isn’t that that I’m worried ‘bout. It’s not a good idea to only be travelling with a single pair, what if they get damaged or lost? I’ve got a spare set that should fit you, you can have them.”

“You don’t have to go that for me twi, I’m sure theres somewhere here I could just buy a pair.”

“It really ain’t an issue. It’ll save you breaking in a new pair so it’s for the best really.”

There’s more to what he’s saying I can feel it, but I can’t bring it up around the others like this so answers will have to wait. 

“You don’t wanna eat while you’re, only wearing a pair of socks you? Let’s go and get them for you quickly.”

His hand is so much softer than Wild’s and his touch is more tender and is that? Oh, he’s blushing, there really is something more to this isn’t there; does he like me or something? The walk to his room in the inn isn’t long, shorter than the one to my own. 

“Give me a second darlin’ and I’ll get you them.”

 “Of course, I’m not gonna get mad at you for taking too long to get me a gift. Seriously though, thanks for this link.”

If I thought he was red before he’s downright glowing now, his face from the tips of his ears to the lowest part of his neck that I can see have gone crimson red. Matching how his rummaging through his bag has gotten ever so more frantic, his patience for finding the said boots for me gone like ashes in the wind. Then before I know it a pair of leather boots are being thrust into my arms by someone who can only really be described as a blushy mess at the moment. It’s cute. He’s cute.

“They’re wonderful thank you again Twi, really.”

“You can ah - You can call me link when we’re alone together like this darlin’.”

“If you want me to then link. I’ll just put these on then we can go join the others, hopefully, they’ve saved us some food.”

These are so soft, are they lined with something? They have to be right? It feels like some kind of fur, they should be nice to walk in so I can save my platforms some wear. It makes a lot of sense to try to keep my belongings from home safe, just to have some memories to look back on. 

“Hey link, mind me asking what they’re lined with?”

“Wolf fur darlin’”

“Is it your fur?”

How is it possible he’s gotten even more red? Answers my question though. Why would he give me something lined with his own fur?

“I - That doesn’t bother you does it?”

[lokisbiiiitch1993]

Hey how are you doing? I would really like to do a fluffy, comfort kind of a Loki smut. I've been going through a bit of a rough time and if this story can be around the Lana Del Rey's song Cinnamon girl it would be so sweet.

Not the whole song but the lyric "there's things I wanna say to you, but I'll just let you live, like if you hold me without hurting me, you'll be the first who ever did".

Thank you so much in advance ❤ I love your writing so much

Hi 👋 thank you ❤️ I am ok .. lots of work lately ..not much time to write ✍️ but I hope you feel better now ❤️ thank you that means much to me ❤️ I hope you like this one too - I listened to the song over and over it made me kinda sad lol

Hold me

Not for Minors ⚠️🔞🚫

For a long time Loki and you were Friends- very good Friends .

That Friendship was like no other , there was always this undeniable Chemistry and Sexual Tension.

Spending time with him was always fun and exciting.

It took you a while to realize that you are in love with him and accept your feelings .

You tried to hide and ignore your Love for him but after a few months it was too much you couldn't do it any longer you needed to confess your feelings to Loki .

Standing before him , nervous- a blushing stuttering mess "Loki , I ...I ..need to tell you something... important..." - trying your Best to declare your Love for your Best Friend.

I .. - suddenly your thoughts went a different Route - what if he doesn't like you that way,what if he doesn't want to be your Friend anymore,what if you lose him forever now

A moment later you felt Loki's Hand holding yours

"Darling, I love you too" hearing him say that brought you back to Reality , you never felt so happy.After that you both spend the rest of the Day kissing , hugging and cuddling

A few weeks later Loki saw you on the Couch looking sad - thinking about something intensely.

" My Love,are you alright? " he asked , sitting down beside you

Glancing at him you answered "I was just thinking"

" About what?" He needs to know - to help you - to comfort you

"About Us " you whispered

Seeing him with a sad look in his Eyes breaks your Heart that wasn't what you intended

"There's things I wanna say to you

But I′ll just let you live

Like if you hold me without hurting me

You′ll be the first who ever did" you tried to explain

"Hold me, love me, touch me, honey" you said almost begging

"Darling, I love you deeply, I don't want to hurt you,never .I just want you to be alright and happy" Loki replied comforting

You smiled at him softly

"My Love, come sit on my Lap " he commanded in an gentle Tone

Sitting on him you rest your Head on his Body as he hugged you close and caressed your Back.

Kissing his Cheek you comb your Fingers through his black Locks ,a soft moan escaped his lips

"I love you soo much " you smiled -kissing him passionately

For a moment you see him unsure not knowing what to do next - he wants you to be comfortable and not just use you for his own needs.

"Please Loki ,I want you,I need you, I need to feel you " blushing you confirmed you want this.

Taking your shirt and Bra off , kissing you he stands up - clinging on to him - he carried you to the Bedroom - lays you down gently

"My Love, you are soo beautiful " Loki praised

"and you are soo good to me " you answered looking at him - you were surprised as he was suddenly in Bed next to you already naked -you grinned

Excited you removed your leggings and panties and moved close to him .

Holding you he kissed you hungrily. Caressing each other's bodies - you purred- "that feels so comfy "

Moving his Hand down your inner thigh, you gasped as you felt his magical Fingers teasing your Folds , spreading your Wetness around , playing and circling your clit - you moaned heavily for him - it didn't take you long to cum for the first time

After a few deep breaths and coming down from your high - needy you put your leg between his scissoring - with a Smirk Loki inserted his glorious Dick inside you - you gasped as you felt him so deep inside making you feel amazing

Kissing -grinding and thrusting

"Mmmhh ... Loki ... that feels amazing, you feel sooo good" you moaned

"My Love,I love when you moan my Name" he groaned

" Loki ... Mmmh...I am close" you informed him before cuming faster than you expected

Pulling out he kissed your Cheek -

and held you close cuddling and praising you

My Masterlist

[vodika-vibes]

Congrats on 500 followers!!! 🤩✨

I couldn’t help myself lol. Could I request a Fives x f!reader with an opal or ruby? As for time, possibly a warm spring evening/late afternoon. Maybe the reader is in the GAR as well as a pilot or something, just a suggestion 🤷🏻‍♀️

Spread Your Wings

Summary: You love spending time with Fives, even if you have to steal time together while on break.

Pairing: ARC Trooper Fives x F!Reader

Word Count: 701

Prompt: Ruby - Passionate Love

Warning: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Alright, I got it this time! I hope you like it! And thank you for your request! I'm sorry that it took so long to answer!

“I should have known that I’d find you up here,” Fives voice is low and deeply amused as he climbs up the ladder to find you sprawled out on top of your shuttle (okay, it’s not yours but you pilot it more than anyone else, so it might as well be).

“Well, where else would I be? It’s not like I can run around playing army with you boys.” You tease, your eyes opening just a crack as you feel him settle next to you. 

“You could if you wanted to. And, if you’re going to run around dressed like that-” Fives gestures to you, “You’d definitely win by virtue of being too distracting.”

“Aww, am I a distraction for you, Fives?” You ask with a laugh as you stretch out in the sun. To be fair to him, you had unzipped your flight suit and pulled off the top part to get some much needed sun against your skin. 

“Only the best kind,” Fives replies with a wide grin, his gaze drifts back to your tank top, “That looks very…tight.”

“It’s a camisole,”

“A what now?”

You lift some of the material and then release it, allowing it to snap back into place, “There’s a built in bra, so I don’t have to layer.”

“...so, if I were to just-” Fives dips his hand under the hem of the shirt, and you laugh and slap his hand away, “Babe.”

“What, you want your brothers to get an eyeful?”

He huffs, though there’s a look of amusement on his face, “I don’t care if they see. You’re still mine, after all. They can look as much as they like.”

“You’re so possessive.”

He shrugs, but doesn’t even try to deny it. “Come here, babe.” He tugs you into a sitting position and pulls you onto his lap. “There we go, much better.” Fives murmurs as he folds his arms around you. 

You pout at him, “You’re still wearing your armor.”

“Well yes, Rex would have my head if I tried to remove it, even for your comfort.” His hands slide down your back, “Besides, I thought you liked my armor.”

“Well, you do cut a fine figure in your armor,” You reply with a small smile as you lean closer to him, “But I think I prefer the man under the armor.”

“Well, aren’t I lucky?”

You laugh and press your lips against his. And no other conversation is necessary, as he immediately takes control of the kiss, his tongue sliding across your lips, and then nipping your lower lip.

You release a happy sigh, “I love you,” You murmur against his lips.

“You’d better, or else I’d wonder why you were letting me kiss you like this.” Fives replies, amusement on his face.

“Hmm, if I thought about it, I’d have brought my lipstick. The red one that you like so much.” You tease, “I wonder how mad Rex would get if you were working while covered in lip marks.”

Fives laughs, “Based on last time? So mad.”

He catches your lips in another kiss, this time adjusting you so that he’s able to roll you back onto you back on the shuttle. His clever fingers pull your hair out of its tail and he pulls back to look down at you, a small smile on his face.

“So pretty.” Fives purrs, “This is how you should be forever. Spread out on a bed. With your hair spread around you and your face flushed, and your lips swollen from kisses.”

“Oh? Just like this?”

“Hm…well, I’d remove some clothes, and leave a few more marks-”

You flash a small grin and reach out for him, “Show me?”

“Oh, gladly.” Fives leans in and is just about to kiss you again, when there’s a shout of his name.

“Fives! You had better not be on top of the shuttle!” Rex shouts.

“Kriff. Busted.”

You press your hand over your mouth to smother your laughter, “Back to work, lover boy.”

“Yeah, yeah. Love you, cyare.”

“Love you too.”

Fives drops a quick kiss to your forehead before he scrambles back towards the ladder. “Will you untwist your panties? I’m coming, I’m coming!”

[andromedathelovely]

hiii i saw ur list and before requesting i just wanted to tell u we have so many fandoms in common slay!!!

okay now abt requesting: may i ask hcs of sanji with a balkan s/o please?

character headcanons PT. 1☽｡⋆

sanji x balkan!reader headcanons

rating: any!

warnings: n/a

A/N: hiii!!!! omg yayyy!! (that means we have the best taste) also thank-you for requesting, i was so excited to research Balkan traditions and culture and I hope I did them justice! I tried to be vague when picking a specific country to research, i took inspiration for the readers 'hometown' more from the countries that bordered the sea (Croatia, Bulgaria, and Albania!) I also took a bit of Greek influence, since through my research of the Balkan Peninsula, Greece sometimes was included (but also sometimes not lol). I also wanted it to be more 'Mediterranean'/Beach-y since i think that it would fit very well in the One Piece world. this is more of a before the reader and sanji get together headcanon list, but I can make another post with more headcanons too! i focused a lot on the food side of Balkan Culture since... its Sanji. i also tried to cite my sources, a big sorry to Henry Cavill since i used wikipedia so very much. but please enjoy, anon!!

100% fell in love with you at first sight

like, immediately after meeting you he started following you around your small coastal village like a lost puppy dog

i personally think at first he would just stare at you, not in a creepy way, but an in-awe sort of way

then he would shamelessly flirt with you, (AKA a little bit of 'something sweet for someone sweet')

for sure making the rest of his crew groan in annoyance, and roll their eyes

i'd imagine the reason he and his crew were in your hometown in the first place, was to anchor down and collect more rations and materials for the trip to the Grand Line

eventually, after a week or so of being in your village, Luffy would invite you to join his crew

and since you've always wanted to travel the world, you said yes but maybe it was also because of a certain blonde-haired cook?

i'd imagine Sanji would always be looking out for you once you all set sail, always making sure you are safe and whatnot aboard the Going Merry

days would be hot, and nights would seem like forever, but sanji's flirty nature and the other's hilarious chemistry would entertain you

you would spend hours conversing with sanji, sitting along barrels on the deck, watching the dark waves crash along the side of the Going Merry, the moon reflecting upon the waters dark navy sheen

he's a smoker (hot oml) so he would probably pull out a smoke every once in a while, but if you didn't like the smell, he would immediately put it out, frantically exclaiming his many apologies

sanji would definitely notice how much you missed your home and would try to cook some of your favorites

with only some rations (but enough) he would make you a plentiful amount of Balkan snacks, meals, and desserts

he would absolutely make the best tarator soup for hot days onboard, or dolmas made of squash, tomatoes, or cabbage (anything that would stay preserved below deck) ((yumm omg))

(also omg stuffed peppers, i know realistically they wouldn't have fresh meat on board but guys, i love stuffed peppers and him making stuffed peppers would make him so much more attractive to me)

i think he would definitely promise to make more of your favorite foods, once you returned to land

after a while of knowing each other, i think he would confess his feelings to you first, probably tired of being constantly dismissed as you would think he was jokingly flirting with you

(i know it took a long time for a confession, but who doesn't love a bit of banter and a chase)

things would probably be pretty much the same as before, but now he would definitely be more protective and want to spend most of his time with you

after battles with rival pirates, he would instantly be by your side

"are you alright, my love?"

"yes, i'm okay."

"are you sure? 100% sure??"

he would be a very very worried lover

sorry, i totally made this food-centered, and not exactly sanji centered lolll. I'm hungry now, Balkan foods look divine! xoxo <3

[justjams2003]

Hiiii I'd like to request something about Chris Hemsworth......idk if your into kpop groups or if you like it or not but if you want to accept my request please kindly do a little research on it here's the story

So the reader is a part of a kpop girl group and her and Chris are dating secretly...he was also seen attending the readers group concert but the fans thought it was just because they are good friends that's why but reality is something that they are dating but fans some how people find out and start freaking out lol...... I'll leave the ending to you

Thank you so much for taking your time and reading this if you don't like the idea please feel free to ignore I totally understand....

Hi, girly pop! Sorry that this one took me like forever and a day. But I hope it's to your liking!

Pairing: Chris Hemsworth x Kpop idol!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, dirty talk, dirty thoughts, kissing, but nothing dirty actually happens. Wet cat eyes. Babygirl Chris Hemsworth. The use of Y/N. Let me know if I missed something

Word count: 1,8k+ Undeited

Divider by: @princessantisocial

The studio lights cause the sweat to bead down your forehead. Your group’s makeup artist is quick to fix this. She wipes the sweat off and then brushes some powder there again. “Are you alright?” She asks, her black brows furrow together while she fixes the creases around your nose.  

Korean is like English to you now and you don’t even need to translate it anymore. “I’m just like a really big fan so, I’m a bit nervous.” She smiles and then takes a step back. She nods, proud of her work. Jisoo giggles, she is listening in on the conversation. You give her a slight shove. “Don’t even start.” 

She listens to your warning but she does give you a knowing wink. You feel your heartbeat rise when the other studio door opens and The Avengers Endgame actors start to fill the room. They’re on the Korean leg of their press tour. And your band released a song for the movie. And one of the actors has been your crush since the first Thor movie came out. 

You’re sitting right in front of where Chris is supposed to be sitting. Where usually there’d be an interviewer and an interviewee, now you’re both interviewing each other. You sit with the cards in front of you, each member has their own cards. You notice his presence by his delicious scent. Your head is slow to look up but you’re instantly hit with his bright blue eyes. 

You sit up straighter, and your breath gets stuck in your chest. And when he sits down you realise you have to breathe and have no choice but to let out a shaky puff of air. Your eyes glance at your managers, their eyes look dangerous and you know that this isn’t your image. You’re supposed to be the fun one, the confident one. 

The cameraman nods, three, two, one. “Hi, we’re BLACKPINK.” Your group says in unison, some making finger hearts and others a peace sign. Then it’s your turn to speak. “And we’re here to interview The Avengers Endgame cast.” Okay, yeah, it’s cool, you’ve got this. You’re sure you look cool as can be. 

You watch his every move. The way he scratches his beard when he thinks about his reply to a question. The way his bright blue eyes linger on you before quickly looking away when you notice. How he leans in when you speak. Licking his lips as if he stopping himself from saying something. 

Or when he leans back in his chair. His hips move forward as he gets comfortable. The way his slacks stretch around his huge thighs. His thighs make you think of all sorts of filthy things. You imagine yourself in his lap, his big hands on your hips. You can just see yourself bucking into the seams of his pants and- 

He speaks and your eyes snap up to him. He’s looking straight at you, did he see the lust in your eyes? “I have a question.” Chris’ voice is like hot lava against your back. “Let’s hear it.” You reply almost automatically, so badly just wanting to talk to him. His bright blue eyes fall down to his cards, they scan over the words as he reads them over. 

“Which Avenger is each member’s favourite Avenger?” Of course, this has to be the one that he asks. But he’s got this sly grin about it. Previous interviews flash through your mind. You try to think of all the times you’ve gushed over him and you can feel your face turn the same colour as the pink skirt you’re wearing. 

The four other BLACKPINK member’s heads all turn to you. They all have this shit-eating grin on their face. “Go on, tell him,” Lisa speaks, urging you on. Chris raises his brow and then RDJ interrupts. “Y/N, is there something you’d like to tell us?” Then all of the girls begin giggling. You bite your lip, trying to fight off the smile. 

“It’s sort of a...inside joke that I’m kind of...obsessed with Thor.” His eyes go big and he forms a sort of shit-eating grin. His muscular arm reaches back and rests on the chair’s top railing. You feel just about ready for the floor to swallow you whole. But luckily Jisoo saves you the embarrassment. “My favourite is Wanda, 'cause she’s a badass girl.” 

🪞♡₊˚ 🥐・₊✧ ホットチョコレート

“Y/N, we’ve got some good news and some bad news.” The director of your new music video speaks. He’s holding his clipboard like always. You can’t really nod since there are about three different people working on your look for the music video. Luckily you don’t have to. 

“You know how we have that scene where we have you lean against a guy’s chest?” Again he speaks without a reply from you. “Well, that guy cancelled. But strangely enough, we got a call right after they cancelled asking to be their replacement.” Your brows furrow together but then your director steps aside. 

It’s not very hard to see the Chris Hemsworth being oiled up by one of your makeup artists. Those wave blue eyes find you the second you see him. You can feel yourself turn bright red. He just looks so good and you can feel your hands itch to touch him. 

Your heart is racing in your ears. Chris looks so delicious lying on the set. It’s a messy bed, his abs flex as he gets comfortable in the bed. He holds out his hand for you. His hand is so much bigger than yours and so warm too. He’s so gentle when he guides your hips against his. His body heat makes your blushing cheeks so much worse. 

“Just breathe.” He whispers into your ear, his fingers tickling your waist. You try your best to touch him as little as possible. “How can I?” You mumble looking into the camera while they set it up. “Just imagine this is every day for us. Imagine that my hands are always on you like this.” Your breath hitches and the thought only makes your cheeks redder. 

The director speaks, he uses his fingers to count down to one. Then the music begins playing. You lip-sync to the song, you’re in your element, and you remind yourself just how long you’ve been working on this song. But then his lips are on your neck and for just a few seconds you lose focus. 

“Sorry, sorry,” you mutter when the cameras cut. A sigh escapes you and you lean back looking up at him. “That’s not very professional of you.” You scoff but you’re quickly shut up when his thumb grazes over your bottom lip. “How can I be professional when you’re looking at me like that, looking like this?” 

His breath smells so minty and his lips look so soft when he speaks. Breathing feels almost unnatural around him. His fingers pinch your chin and force you to look up at him. His eyes look so stormy when he speaks. “How old are you, little girl?” You understand completely how he feels when he says it’s hard to stay professional. 

“25.” You reply to him. He lets out a groan and then grabs you by the hips. He pulls you closer, higher up, adjusting so just you’re no longer lying on his groin. “Okay, we’re ready to start again.” 

🪞♡₊˚ 🥐・₊✧ ホットチョコレート 

His lips are on yours and his hands are all over your body. “Chris...” You mutter into his neck. He pushes you further against the wall. You’re trapped in his arms, in his scent, in his touch. “We shouldn’t be doing this...I’m not allowed to date.” Again you try to get his attention but Chris is just too furious for you. 

He had you cornered after the shoot. Quickly had you in some storage closet. His rugged voice and smooth touch had your knees weak and you just couldn’t resist when he placed the softest gentlest kiss on your lips. It was like his mouth was made of delicious cotton candy. And he tastes just as sweet. 

He sighs, seeing just how serious you are. His hand swipes across his lips. Trying to get rid of the feeling of your lips on his. “Come to my house. No one will see. Just me and you.” He suggests, his big blue eyes look to be pleading with you. Like he needs you more than he needs air. You sigh, crossing your arms. The way he looks at you...you just can’t say no. 

“Please.” It’s like a punch in the gut when his voice cracks. Begging to see you just once more. How are you ever supposed to resist? But the thought of your managers finding out...it could cost you your job. “If anyone asks, we’re just friends. I know the routine. I know how I’ll have to hide.” 

A sigh escapes you. He’s so smooth with his words, he knows exactly what to say. “Okay, but just this once.” 

🪞♡₊˚ 🥐・₊✧ ホットチョコレート 

His laugh is like intoxicating incense that makes your head swirl. And when he’s done laughing he fiddles with the rings on his fingers and the watch around his wrist. You look down at the empty plate. Your stomach feels full and your heart too. Your cheeks hurt from just how much he’s made you laugh. 

You look around at his big house. You took the first opportunity you could find to head to Australia and see him. Each time that the thought crossed your mind of just ignoring him you’d see those eyes and the way his voice broke. Begging for you to just see him. Now, you’re glad you came. 

Chris’ house is so empty. Everything looks like it’s come straight out of an Architectural digest. Like it’s been thoroughly cleaned before you came. Very few signs of someone living there. You can’t really imagine someone living here. “Don’t you get lonely, all on your own?” You ask, finally returning to him. It’s as if he just can’t stop looking at you. When you see him, he sees you. 

“I’m rarely home...don’t you get lonely?” He leans his chin on his intertwined hands. You smirk, eyes all over him. “I’m rarely home.” You repeat his words to him. “But...” Again a sigh escapes you. “I haven’t laughed this much in a long. I haven’t eaten this good in so long...” His hand slowly creeps up, grabbing yours in his. 

You feel this sort of magnetic draw towards him. Like the whole world just spins around him. When he smiles, you smile. When he laughs, you laugh. You feel sort of at home. Talking to him moves so smoothly. And everything inside of your heart and soul is telling you to- 

“Stay.” Chris’ deep Australian accent cuts off your obsessive ramblings. It’s as if he’s reading your mind... 

🪞♡₊˚ 🥐・₊✧ ホットチョコレート

[anzynai]

Oh, are requests open? Weeell, maybe a little something with the Leech twins and lee!reader (platonic), if you're okay with it? 👉🏻👈🏻✨

Have a nice day Jai <3

Two Times the Trouble

Jade & Floyd & Reader (Twisted Wonderland)

a/n: ANON I LOVE U SO MUCH FOR THIS. i love this request!!! anyways i did pour my heart onto this fic!! i struggled a little more that i thought i would?? the idea was a bit difficult but i think i made it work! this is the first request from the batch of TWST requests ive received (a long time ago, unfortunately, but im choosing to blame it on the fact i was doing my SS fic..) so sorry the request took forever but at least its here now LOL hope u enjoy!! ALSO FIRST FIC FOR THE NEW YEAR LETS GO

summary: when floyd learns of your ticklishness, you are already on edge around him. you didn’t know you had to be wary of his twin, too.

word count: 1.5k

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You might be in trouble. You might really be in trouble.

It all started just a few minutes earlier. You were in class, minding your own business! Of course, Floyd was in the class, but so was Jade. Azul.. was not, and the only reason you noticed because somehow the three of them were almost always together, unless they weren’t..?

Anyway, Floyd usually only interacted with Jade or Riddle, if he was in the mood for teasing the housewarden. He didn’t really talk to you all that much.

So obviously, you were surprised when he apparently had decided to change his target for the day to you, plopping down in the seat next to you. Grim often sat there and you could hear his protests, but Floyd either didn’t hear or pretended not to. Eventually, Grim grumbled and just moved to sitting on top of your desk. He was small enough.

“What’s up, Shrimpy?” Floyd drawled, a small grin on his face, showing his spiky teeth. It must be a Moray thing, you thought offhandedly.

“Oh, hey, Floyd.” You greeted him back with a small smile. Mostly out of politeness because you had no idea what he was doing there.

“M’ bored. Jade won’t entertain me. And Goldfishie’s not here.” He sighed, sadly, though, it did not sound genuine at all.

“That sounds annoying.” You said, but you start focusing your attention away from him and to Professor Trein, who began speaking. And… you really didn’t want to get on his bad side.

“Yeah, you get it, Shrimpy. That’s why you’re gonna entertain me today!” Floyd grinned, a large toothy smile, almost like an innocent child.

“Am I?” You asked, though it was more of a “response” than a question. You looked down at your notebook, jotting down notes as Trein lectured, pouting when you saw Grim snoozing away. Usually, Trein noticed right away, but he seemed very invested in his lecture today.

“Mhm!” Floyd said, slowly, before he decided to try annoying you. From taking away your notebook so you couldn’t write it down, from kicking your chair, from grabbing every little thing he could get his hands on. You began feeling pity for Riddle. You had always thought he was exaggerating, but you swore you could feel yourself popping a blood vessel every two seconds.

Suddenly, Floyd decided that stealing your items were too boring and he resorted to poking you instead. Again. And again. And again.

“Would you sto-AH!” You tried whispering but then he poked a spot on your side and you couldn’t hold back your squeal.

“Everything alright over there?” Trein asked, seemingly annoyed that his class was disrupted.

“I—uh yeah!” You stuttered out, embarrassed as everyone turned towards the two of you. You glanced over, hoping that Floyd didn’t notice, but the scary grin on his face told you otherwise. For the rest of class, he kept poking your side and you found yourself unable to focus on the lesson, trying your hardest not to giggle.

“I’m gonna squeeze ya!” Floyd exclaimed, though a bit quietly. When the bell rang, you were the first one out the door.

You didn’t notice that Jade had been watching the two of you the entire time.

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“Floyd, leave me alone!” You shrieked, running around the mostly empty lounge. You decided to get a quick snack from there since you were about to dive headfirst into an all-night study session for the Alchemy test coming up and you figured that making sure you weren’t hungry would.. help.

It was supposed to be in and out. Quick and easy.

It was not in and out.

Floyd was clearly still interested by his discovery, which even you had thought he had forgotten about. Really, he got bored of most things so quickly so why not now!?

So brings you to the present, him chasing you, wiggling his fingers menacingly and you running as far from him as you can. Azul sighed, used to Floyd’s antics.

“Just don’t mess up the lounge… or you’ll be cleaning it all by yourself.” He said, before walking away and into the kitchen.

You, on the other hand, ran towards Jade, who had been watching you guys with amusement. He seemed like he was wondering whether he should continue watching or help you and well, you decided it for him.

“Jade, help!” You exclaim, ducking behind him and using him as cover. You guys hopefully seemed friends enough to be able to do this, so you were obviously gonna use it to your advantage!

“Now, Floyd, don’t be like this..” Jade started, a pleasant smile on his face that had you sighing in relief and Floyd groaning in disappointment.

“Come on, Jade, just let me squeeze 'em..”

“Look at them, don’t you think they’d be too sensitive to endure your wrath?” Jade added and you could see the exact moment Floyd’s gaze lit up and all hopes of mercy on your poor, unfortunate soul were shattered. But before you could move, Jade grabbed your wrist, locking your arms up easily. You struggled in his grasp, but it was no use. It wasn’t even as if you were weak! What did he eat anyway?! Were moray just stronger?

“Jade.. How could you do this to me..?!” You shouted, betrayed, gulping when Floyd walked towards you, menacingly. It was fast-paced, but to you, it felt like he was walking in slow-motion.

“I must apologize. However, I should indulge both myself and my dear brother at times. You must understand.” Jade said, though there was not an ounce of guilt on his face. Your arms, which were hooked up from Jade’s arms were suddenly released, but that didn’t mean you could escape. Instead, Jade wrapped his arms around your waist and began tickling your sides. And Floyd, well, he pounced and started tickling your stomach, your armpits, pretty much anywhere he could get his hands on.

“N-nOHOHOHO, w-why?!” You cried, feeling overwhelmed by the fact that the Leech twins were so easily tickling you.

“Oooh, Shrimpy, already broke ya, huh?” Floyd teased. He was more on the rougher side of tickling, pinching and squeezing your sensitive skin, while Jade was more gentle, with light grazes and scribbles which were still so evil.

“Ehehehe shuhuhut uhuhup!” You looked around, feeling embarrassed, but the lounge was mostly empty and those who were there seemed occupied with other things so they didn’t pay attention to you. You looked back at the Leech twins, flailing in their arms, but Jade managed to pull your arms above your head with his hand, despite your flailing.

“You’re really going to say that to us? Now, don’t be so mean. You might hurt my feelings.” Jade chucked, deep and low. You knew that what he said was complete bullshit, but you couldn’t comment on it, too caught up on the hands on your body.

They were relentless, that much you could tell. It felt like they were trying to find the spots that made you tick and react the most and you could feel that this wasn’t the last time they’d tickle you like this.

“Plehehehease!” You giggle instead, unable to find the words to respond.

“Please what, Shrimpy? You’re so ticklish already!” Floyd giggled, his hands grasping against your sides and occasionally drifting over towards your stomach.

“Now, now, Floyd. I’d say that they are faring quite well.”

“W-WAHAHAHAHH!” Is your response, apparently. You could just die right now. You never imagined that today would be the day you found yourself being tickled to absolute pieces, by none other than the Leech twins! You began wondering how Azul ever put up with them! Knowing how they’re acting now, you’re sure the three of them have engaged in some sort of tickle-fights, if the experience they very obviously had was anything to go by.

“Sure about that, Jade? They’re like a squeak toy!” You tried to put your lips together. That.. lasted about half a second before you found it hard to keep your mouth shut, eliciting the noises that Floyd had just compared to a toy. “Squeak, squeak!” Floyd chirped, squeezing like you were, in fact, a toy.

“Nohohohoho!!” You shriek, laughing and laughing. The fingers on your body were unrelenting and you could feel tears of mirth begin to prick at your eyes. They hadn’t even gotten your worst spot, and Jade was barely even tickling you, more focused on holding you so Floyd could get more access. Still… you were feeling a bit overwhelmed.

It seemed Jade was watching your reactions, though, because he muttered Floyd’s name. Either that, or he just conveniently and coincidentally noticed at the exact time you were reaching your limit. It didn’t matter, because he had let go of you and Floyd, instead of tickling you, slung his arm over your shoulder, leaning. You felt exhausted, so you just dropped your head, using his arm as a headrest.

“That was super fun, Shrimpy! We gotta do that again sometime!” Floyd laughed, heartily and cheerfully.

“Hopefully not too soon…” You muttered, under your breath, causing Floyd to laugh harder.

“I agree. I wouldn’t mind this scenario happening again.” Jade nodded, poking your side and smirking when you flinch and glare.

“Not you too..” You pout, though you couldn’t hold back a smile. You hadn’t really thought about where you stood with the twins before, but you found that you didn’t ever mind their presence either. In fact, you could feel yourself hoping for times like this to occur more, as well.

[milfswriter]

Delivery

CEO!Rhea Ripley x reader

Summary: request, this is an au of this

Notes and warnings: barely proofread tbh, aphrodisiac, smut (why do I have to mention this lmfao?), fingering, office sex, slightly sub!rhea lol (ik you guys love that),

*these gifs of her aren't helping tbh*

"Miss Ripley?" Rhea heard her secretary, Liv, call. She hadn't even noticed her entering the room, lost in thought as she rested her forehead on her palm.

"A delivery came for you. must be Miss y/n," Liv teased, but her grin faded as Rhea looked up at her and cleared her throat.

Liv placed a medium-sized bag on the desk. "Anything else, Miss Ripley?"

"That's all," Rhea replied and Liv scurried out of the office, a small grin forming on Rhea’s face as she opened the bag to see a heart-shaped box.

However, she didn't notice the card that was still inside the bag. She untied the red bow on top of the box and opened it, humming at the sight of chocolate, which she's been craving recently.

She reached for a piece and popped it into her mouth without thinking, then another one before closing the bag.

She called for an impromptu meeting with HR, that stupid guy was sending her unfinished work and thought he could get away with it. Why she even hired him is a mystery to her.

She worked on some paperwork for about twenty minutes before she began feeling hot, she unbuttoned the first button of her shirt in hopes of it subsiding the hotness.

It did nothing, however.

She took off her blazer, breathing heavily as the hot sensation began traveling down her body. This..what was this?

It's the stress, isn't it? she won't prove you right by collapsing in her office! You've told her again and again that the stress will get to her one day and she'll snap.

She needed to get out of there, so she headed to the meeting room even though she wanted to make them wait for her in there.

Upon arriving, she found some HR employees and her secretary sitting in the middle of the oval table.

She said nothing as she sat at the head of the table, noticing them staring at her. "What?.." they said nothing but kept staring at her.

"Spit it out!" Liv winced before clearing her throat. "Are you alright, Miss Ripley? you look...flushed"

Rhea scoffed, "I'm fine..but that shitty paperwork you've been sending me isn't! go on!" The employee cleared his throat before beginning his rambling.

She called this meeting for a reason, but she can't seem to fucking focus. Her panic at the sensation turned into thoughts about..you. This couldn't be happening to her right now.

Your beautiful, pretty face was all she could think of. That cute little grin as you submitted to her wasn't something she could easily forget. She could never say no to you, no matter how hard she tried. Stay home for the day? deal, buy me an island? yes, Sell the company and stay home with me forever? Whatever you want.

The intense sensation was now dangerously close to her center, leaving her gulping and unable to sit properly in the custom-made leather chair.

"Take notes. I don't have time for this" She told Liv before getting up and leaving the meeting room to call you but of course, you were already in her office, your feet plopped onto the desk as you played with your phone while you laughed. She stopped her relieved grin from forming at the sight of you.

"What's so funny?" she husked out, making you turn her head to look at her.

You looked her up and down, panting and almost disheveled. "You..not reading my fucking card" you continued to laugh lightly, confusing her to no end.

"What..card?" she wanted to call you for a reason, and now that you're here..she couldn't waste any more time.

You stood up, walking to her while swaying your hips, shoving the also heart-shaped card in her face.

"You ate the chocolate, didn't you?" a smirk made its way on your face while hers dropped.

"Y/n. Princess. What did you do?" she gulped, quite frankly you'd never seen her in such a state so it was pretty amusing to you.

You shrugged, "I..wanted to warm ya up before you came home tonight..And..by the looks of it, you're TOO warmed up"

"stop speaking with riddles!" she snapped, loosening her tie before throwing it on her desk.

"It's the chocolate! it's a..stimulant" you chuckled, "had you read my card, you would've been careful not to eat more than one"

She groaned as you came closer, your cute little outfit and perfume not helping at all. Oh, you're so getting punished but it's definitely worth it.

"I think we need to take care of this" you whispered as you circled your arm around her waist, the other fiddling with her belt while you tip-toed to peck her jawline.

You've never seen her so...desperate. You stifled your chuckle before she slowly nodded her head as it fell to your shoulder, her hands falling to your waist.

You bit your lip as you felt her wet kisses between your neck and shoulder, "you're gonna put me out of my misery or leave me like this all day?" she asked, her hands bruising your hips at this point.

"I don't know..you have been teasing me a lot lately" she pinned you against the front of her desk but you already had unbuckled her belt, throwing it across the room before unbuttoning her pants, her arms on either side of you while her eyes bore into your soul.

"Miss Ripley.." you gasped sarcastically, not missing the way she tensed at the name "you are so...wet"

She looked down to see your hand in her pants, under her boxers, closing her eyes at the feeling of your fingers. It has been a while since she let you touch her like this.

Her knees buckled as a finger entered her, lips parting as she lost the last bit of control over the situation. This had not been her plan at all, but she was not complaining.

"What if someone came in, hm? And saw their boss getting fingered in the middle of her fucking office? What would they think?"

"They can go straight to fucking hell 'cause I do what I want in my building" she hissed in your ear with a stifled moan as she held herself up with her palms on the desk, not wanting to crush you with her weight.

You snickered, adding another finger into her while your thumb circled her clit. It was pretty hard from this angle but you've got to work with what you've got, you supposed.

You knew you hit her spot when a high-pitched moan came out, making her fall on top of you with a grunt. "Shit..sorry" she tried to get back up but you held her into you, smashing your lips together while she writhed on top of you.

"You close?" she nodded, her moans echoing through the room. Nobody would hear you two anyway, but Rhea isn't so sure she cares anymore.

"Beg for it" you ordered, slightly slowing down, eliciting a low groan from the CEO.

"Come on. Beg for me to let you come or you won't" oh, she's so gonna break you when you reach home, but right now your fingers are doing wonders to the effects of that stupid chocolate. Nice gesture, but the hidden purpose was so uncalled for. You could've just asked her to fuck you and oh she will, just not in the way you want.

"Fuck...please" she held your wrist to keep you from taking it out of her pants, "please..I'm close" you figured that was the closest you're ever gonna get to a 'can I come?' from Rhea Ripley, so you began speeding up again.

Your hand was cramping, barely able to move inside her as she clenched. "Come for me, Rhea" you whispered in her ear, thrusting hard one more time, the taller woman groaning in your neck as you felt her warm release on your fingers.

Rhea's mind went blank as she came down from the intense high, her body limp and spent on top of you. You held her close, gently rubbing her back as she caught her breath. She lays there for a few moments, her eyes closed and her chest heaving. Suddenly, she sits up straight and looks at you.

"You..are going to pay for that stunt you did you little brat," she says with a smirk before leaning in to kiss you deeply, you grinned as you still tasted the chocolate.

You took your hand out of her pants, putting the same fingers in your mouth to the knuckle while keeping the eye contact with the panting woman on top of you.

"I know.."

"And you're going to eat that chocolate when I leave for my work trip, and you won't. touch. yourself" Her threat seemed pretty genuine, but you were basking in the feeling of being in control for once.

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Bonus:

"Attacking me with chocolate? my favorite thing on this planet? cheap shot, baby" she laughed at your fucked out state, lips parted and eyes half open as she rubbed your bare back. Her cold hands doing gods work.

"Rhea. Shut up"

"Yes, love"

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[princessofmarvel]

Begin Again

summary | You and your neighbor/ best friend renfield both share rough pasts, yet you fall for each other despite you being scared to fall for someone again. requested!

pairing | robert montague renfield x fem!reader 

wc | 1.6k 

warnings! | talks of an emotionally and mentally abusive ex! not really proof read yet!

genre | angst and fluff! (the ending is fluffy I promise, lol) 

author’s note! | i loved this request! please keep them coming! italics mean flashbacks! this is a part of my “swift series” (where I write fics based on Taylor Swift songs)  so if you have any requests for the swift series (or for just something that you would like for me to write) please send them in! I would be happy to write about them! And as always, I do I have really bad OCD that causes me to write in some random capitalization, and punctuation, But I think that we don't have to worry about that in this fic lol. And let me know if there are any mistakes, but please be kind!

  She took a quick look at herself in the mirror making sure that she looked alright before walking out the door, locking it behind her, and putting her earbuds in to walk down to the cafe that she met her neighbor at every morning for a cup of coffee. As she walked in she noticed Renfield was already sitting there with his tea and what she assumed to be her order sitting across from him. When he noticed her walking over he stood with a smile on his face. 

“Morning (Y/n)! I ordered your regular, I hope that's alright” He said, sounding a little bit nervous. 

“Robert, you don’t have to stand everytime we meet.” She said, taking her seat. “And, yes that's perfect, let me repay you real quick.” She said going to get the money out of her purse before Renfield stopped her. 

“No, no, it’s on me, don’t worry about it.” He said taking his seat across from her, that’s Robert Montague Renfield for you though, forever the gentleman. 

“Oh fuck!” she said while trying to pick up the box from the trunk of her car, not noticing the man walking towards her.

“Excuse me miss, would you like some help with that?” The man said as he was getting closer to her, but far enough away to not make her uncomfortable. 

“That would be great, if you don’t mind sir.” She said, sighing in relief. 

He felt the breath catch in his throat when she turned towards him. Barely being able to get his next words out without stuttering. “I’m Robert Montague Renfield” He said, putting his hand out to her. 

“(Y/n) (L/n)” She said, shaking his hand. He started going towards the box that she seemed to have trouble with once they pulled apart. “Oh be careful that one is quite” But he lifted it up with ease as she got the last word out “Heavy” 

“Which apartment?” 

Renfield and her  very quickly became each other's best friends. Spending basically every hour they were home at the others place. Whether that would be a movie night, him coming over to listen to the new album she was excited about. Eating together, or if they just simply wanted the other's company. 

“I did?” She said, sounding slightly shocked. She very rarely slept peacefully. Having nightmares about how her life used to be.

“I wanted to apologize for falling asleep on you last night.” She said, sounding slightly embarrassed. “You could have woken me up, you didn’t have to carry me to bed.”

“You looked so peaceful that it would have been a crime to wake you up.” 

Renfield practically broke down the door to her apartment when he heard her scream in the middle of the night. If he hadn’t remembered where she hid the extra key, he would have. Her scream was not so loud that it would wake others up, but loud enough that he could hear it from his apartment next door. “(Y/n), are you alright?!” He said while rushing into her bedroom, only to find her sitting up in her bed with her face in her hands, before she jumped noticing that he was there. “I- Robert what are you doing here?” She asked, while wiping away her tears that had slipped while she was asleep. 

“I heard you scream, I thought you were hurt.” He said placing his tin of bugs that he kept on to her dresser. What he really thought was that Dracula had somehow returned and found out about her, and decided to take his revenge. “Are you alright?” 

“Oh, I'm sorry Robert, I have bad dreams sometimes, I didn’t mean to wake you.” She said while keeping her eyes from meeting his. 

“Nonsense, I could barely sleep anyways.” He said with a chuckle. “Would you like to talk about it?” 

“No.” She said without hesitation, she wasn’t ready to tell him about her past yet. 

He nodded, thinking that maybe she just wanted to go back to sleep. While he was heading for the door he stopped in his tracks when he heard her voice. “Um, Robert?”

‘Yes?” he said, turning towards her. 

“Can you stay with me?” She said quietly, if it hadn’t been for his super hearing, he may not have been able to hear her at all.”

“Of course.” He said, heading for her couch.

“You can sleep over here if you want.” she said while moving to the other side of the bed instead of the middle. 

“Are you sure, I want you to be comfortable.” He asked, while making his way towards her. 

“Yes, I’m sure, I would like the company, your company.” She said, finally meeting his eyes. 

He smiled and layed down next to her. He would never tell her, in fear of embarrassing her. But, she clinged to him the whole night, she even whined when he tried to get up in the morning.  

“You did, I stayed for a little while afterwards to make sure that you would stay that way.

She smiled and looked down at her cup. “Thank you.” 

“You don’t have to thank me (Y/n), I don’t mind.” He said. He seemed nervous, like he wanted to get something over with. “I need to ask you something.”

“Yes?” She said looking up from her cup

“Would you like to go out with me?” He said, nervously, “Like, on a date, romantically.” 

She stopped, she seemed taken aback. He worried that he had messed up, so he quickly added. “I understand if you’re not interested, It was just a thought-” She cut him off from rambling. 

“It’s not that I'm not interested, I just don’t think I'm a datatable person Robert.” Now that stunned him. 

“What? Of course you are, you’re hilarious, you’re strong, you have a heart of gold, you’re brave, and to add to all of that, you’re stunning.” He said, not being able to believe that she thought that of herself. 

“You really think I'm funny?” She asked, earning a nod from him. “He never did.” She mumbled to herself. 

It finally hit Renfield, the reason for her being closed off, why she screams in  the night, Why she never brings up her past, why she never shares her problems with him. “(Y/n), did someone hurt you?” 

She wiped a stray tear from her eye. “I was in a bad relationship before I met you Robert, It was never physical, but he would just say the meanest things, and start the most random fights with me, and then after he would shower me in affection, it was awful. I never realized it was abuse until it got worse, I found myself scared to mess up around him in fear of him blowing up at me all of the time.” She found herself just finally letting it all pour out to Renfield. “I’m scared to try again, because what if the love and affection is leading up to something awful, just preparing me for the blow.” 

“(Y/n), listen to me, you didn’t deserve that, you deserved none of it, he was, what do that call it? Love bombing, that’s it. Okay? I can promise you that not every relationship that you have will be like that, whether your next relationship is with me or not, I need you to know that.” He felt his heart break when she told him that. He went through something so similar, something that he would never wish on anyone. He had told her a few months ago what he had gone through, and she helped him get through it. He hated that he didn’t know, that he couldn’t see that she was facing the same issues. 

“I know, I know.” She let out a sigh, “I’m sorry for dropping all of that on you.” 

“Don’t be, I wish you would have sooner, never feel like you have to hide your worries from me, okay? I am your best friend after all.” He said, trying to lighten up the mood. 

“We could be more though, if you still want to go on that date, that is.” She said, looking up at him. 

The date went beautifully. He picked her, took her to this beautiful new restaurant, he even brought her favorite flowers, Neither one of them wanted it to end. 

“I would love to, but only if you’re ready.” He said, reaching over grabbing her hand from across the table. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to say yes right now, if you’re not ready.”

“It’s been 8 months, I’m ready.” She said, smiling at him. “So when's this date?”

“I had a great time tonight.” Renfield said as she unlocked her door. 

“I did too. I like dating someone who I already trust, Makes it so much easier.” She laughed as she got her door open. “I guess this is goodnight.” 

“May I kiss you goodnight?” He asked, but as soon as he said it, she placed her hands on his face and pulled him in for a kiss. He placed his hands on her back and pulled her closer. He pressed his forehead to hers as she pulled away. “I should have done that ages ago.” He breathed out, making her laugh lightly. “I agree.” 

He watched her walk into her apartment and close the door. About an hour later, after he had his pajamas on, he heard a knock on the door, he answered to reveal her in her pajamas holding her pillow and a movie. “I can’t sleep, sleepover?” She said as he pulled her inside of his apartment, his arm around her waist. “That is a brilliant idea, love.”

[golbrocklovely]

the chosen daughter // colby brock - chapter twenty-three

A/N: it took me a whole year to write this next chapter, and i am so sorry about that. i can't make any promises as to when the next chapter will come out, but i promise i'm seeing this story thru. mark my words on that. hopefully this long ass chapter makes up for the long ass wait lol lmk what you think and i'll see you guys much sooner than a year !!

story description

trigger warning: angst, cursing, mentions of abuse, SMUT, cliffhanger (wow i'm the worse for this lol)

word count: 7320

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It was hard to get to sleep after the conversation Tara and I had. I slept on and off all night, never feeling fully rested. I finally woke up mid-afternoon, the sun pouring through the cracks of the almost covered window.

Even though Tara assured me that I wouldn't die, I couldn't help but feel deep within me that that wasn't going to be the case. The idea alone shook me to my core, draining all the energy out of me.

I spent most of the day in Colby's room, lying in bed. Unmoving. I could hear everyone outside coming in and out of the apartment. Colby would occasionally poke his head in, seeing if I was alright. I would just close my eyes, pretending I was asleep. I had no energy to talk about what was going through my mind. Hours passed and it wasn't until I looked at my phone and saw the time that I realized I needed to get ready for work soon. I groaned, getting out of bed, and leaving his room. I slowly trudged to the bathroom.

"You okay, baby?" Colby called from the living room.

I hummed out a response, hoping he heard me. I finished, washed my hands, and left the bathroom. I sighed deeply as I walked towards the kitchen, figuring I should make something to eat before getting ready.

"Jade..." I turned towards Colby, his arms lightly reaching out and his hands grazing my wrists.

"What?" I whispered; my voice unable to speak louder.

Colby cupped my face, making my look into his eyes. "Babe, you look... so tired. Are you okay?"

The softness in his voice and touch made my heart ache. My body felt so heavy, my mind going both a million miles a minute and quiet all at once. I slid my arms around Colby, almost collapsing against him. Tears welled up in my eyes, my vision blurring. Colby rubbed my back, soothing me as I cried into his chest.

"I-I just...." I stuttered, blubbering.

"What, Jade? What is it?" He cooed.

"Every time things feel like they are calming down, they just get worse. Nothing seems to be going right for me, for us. I-I don't know how much more I can take." I shook, my cheeks soaked with tears.

"Try to calm down, Jade. It's gonna be okay." He assured me.

"But how do you know that? I mean, every time I try to catch a break, everything blows up in my face." I pulled back, looking up at him. "I try to take off work to relax, a 500-year-old vampire comes into town and toys with me. And then his brother decides he wants to fuck around with me too. And not only me, but you! Ronnie is constantly getting on my case, and then Mike tries to kill me. And yesterday every vampire I came into contact with was acting weird, only for me to find out that I apparently smell better without my necklace on. And that just adds a whole 'nother layer to all of this."

I finally tried catching my breath, no longer sad - but infuriated. "Am I cursed? That's what it feels like."

Colby shook his head. "I don't think you are. I think you are one person going through a lot in a short period of time that needs a real, serious break. And after what Tara said to you last night, I can only imagine what's going on inside your head."

I scrunched up my face. "How do you know what Tara said?"

"I may have... listened in on your conversation." He blinked.

"Colby." I whined, leaning against the kitchen counter.

"What? You're lucky I haven't locked you up inside my bedroom forever until all this blows over," he joked. "Besides, I don't want to be kept in the dark."

"I would have told you eventually." I argued, somewhat telling the truth.

"Are you sure about that? Because I have a sneaking suspicion that wouldn't happen given the information Tara shared with you about Kat and Xiomara." He lowered his voice, getting close to me.

"Don't tell the rest of the group. Kat begged me not-" I started, placing my hands on his chest.

Colby cut me off, cupping my hands into his. "I don't plan on it. I know there are a lot of vampires out there that would kill Kat for even being a witch, let alone being related to Xiomara. Besides I owe her. She did try to save me."

I exhaled, lowering my head. "I wish I could go somewhere, get away from all of this."

"Even out of the city would be better than this. Especially this dump." He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in.

"It's not too bad here. It's everything outside that's bad." I mumbled.

Colby held me in his arms tightly, rubbing my back soothingly. I breathed in his scent, warm and comforting. I knew I was safe in his arms. All I wanted was to freeze time and stay like this forever.

"You should call out." He stated plainly.

I huffed. "I don't know if I can. Roger would be really pissed-"

Colby scoffed. "Fuck Roger. Call out. Worse case he fires you."

"Some of us need to have a job that isn't hidden in the shadows or the apartment of a nightclub, Colby." I sassed.

"You can always work here if need be. God knows Kevin needs the extra hands when he can." Colby mentioned.

I paused, realizing he was right, "...That's true, I guess."

His face lightened. "So call out."

"Okay. I won't call though. I don't feel like talking. I'll just text Roger." I grabbed my phone out of my pocket.

"Sounds like a plan," he smiled, leaving the kitchen. "I have to step out for a minute and make a call. I'll be right back."

Colby walked out the apartment door, pulling out his phone as he closed it. I texted Roger that I wasn't coming in. I turned my phone on silent mode, not wanting to hear from him or Ronnie about me not showing up tonight.

I don't know why I was concerned about a job that barely paid me enough to live. With all the shit going on in my life right now, they're lucky I even show up at all.

Colby came back in a moment later, grinning. "Jade, go pack a bag."

"What? Why?" I raised an eyebrow.

"I want to take you somewhere, and we might be there for a bit." He explained, rubbing my arms sweetly.

"Well, where is 'there'?" I questioned.

"I can't tell you. That will ruin the surprise." Colby turned me towards the bedroom, slapping my ass lightly, "Now, go pack."

I didn't have too many clothes to pack in the first place, so it only took me a couple minutes to get ready. I changed into nicer clothes and walked out of Colby's room. He went in his room, grabbing a few things together, and was ready within a minute.

Vampire speed... must be nice.

Colby grabbed my hand, walking me out of the club's back entrance. He waved at Kevin, who gave him a casual salute as we passed. As we got outside, he pulled me to the garage across the street that was owned by the club.

"What are we doing over here?" I asked.

"Well, we gotta drive to get to our destination so I figured we could use my car." Colby replied, pulling out his keys and unalarming a car in the back corner of the garage. I followed him towards a car wrapped in a tarp.

"Is it a nice one?" I quired.

"Um," he shrugged. "I think it is."

Colby pulled the tarp off of his car, and underneath was an older model Toyota Corolla. It was a muted red color, and the interior was a beige nude color.

I stared over the top of the car at him. "This is the car you drive?"

"I don't really drive all that often anymore. But when I do... I ride in style." He opened his arms wide, gesturing to the car with a playful smile.

"Does Kevin not pay you enough to afford a nicer car? Hell, even a newer one?" I glanced over the car, biting my lip.

"Hey now, don't make fun of the honeywagon. She's gotten me very far in life, thank you very much." He rebutted jokingly.

"The honey-what?" I deadpanned.

"You heard me." Colby smirked, his dimples appearing for a brief moment. "Now, are you gonna keep making fun of my car, or are you going to get in?"

I rolled my eyes, opening the passenger door. I slid in, adjusting my seat a bit, and dropped my bag into the back seat. Colby got in, putting his bag in the back as well, and started the car immediately.

"I'm surprise she starts." I jeered lightly.

Colby rubbed the steering wheel, "Just because she's from 2007 does not mean she doesn't run like a champ."

"2007? Wow, that's... a long time ago." I snickered.

"Hey, when I bought this car in 2009, it was pretty new then." He responded.

My eyes widened. "You bought this car back in 2009?"

Colby backed the car up and out of the garage, starting us on our journey. "Yeah. When I turned 18, I found out that my mom left me a good amount of money. It wasn't enough for me to get my own place, but it was enough to pay for this car. I pretty much spent all of her money on this."

My stomach dropped, my previous words hitting me. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have made fun-"

"It's okay Jade," he chuckled at my expression. "You ain't the first to rag on the honeywagon. Mike has given me shit over it for years. But, like I always tell him, it's sentimental."

I paused before continuing, knowing this was a touchy subject. "What happened to your mom? ...If you don't mind me asking."

Colby swallowed, his eyes remaining on the road. "My mom died of a heart attack when I was 10, and my dad had died back when I was a toddler, so I never really knew him. So, I didn't really have any other family around... besides Aunt Susan. She was also legally my godmother, so she was obligated to take me in. She got the house and everything else my mom left, even though most of it was left for me."

I lowered my voice, "The vision I saw of her and you. She grabbed you by your throat so aggressively. How often was she... like that?"

"The one moment you did see was basically how every day went. She always treated me like I was a burden, even back when I was a kid. She constantly belittled me, told me I wasn't good enough, and compared me to my mother in the worse way. It made me sick living there. And I had plans to move out as soon as I turned 18, but things never lined up well enough for me." He laughed bitterly, "And of course she wanted to kick me out the moment I was an adult, but she couldn't afford to live in the house without my extra income so once I finished high school, I moved to the basement and basically turned it into a little apartment. I never saw her unless I had to and all I did was go to work and come home. And that was my life for a long time."

"Did you have friends?" I inquired.

"I mean, I had a couple, but none that were actually close. Plus, once vampires came out to the public, a lot of people saw me as a pariah because of my aunt." He informed.

I frowned. "Why?"

"She was known in our town, affectionally, as a blood whore." Colby drove us onto the highway, leading us away from the city.

"Jesus..." I whispered, surprised.

"When vampires first came out, a lot of people were scared of them. But my aunt wasn't one of them. She was very... welcoming, to say the least. And she found out very quickly that vampire's blood was something worth befriending over." He remarked, his tone dull.

"She used to drink vampire blood?" I gaped.

"All the time. She used to give her blood to vampires in exchange - sometimes for money, sometimes for their blood. She became an addict to it, to some degree. Vampire blood, if drank a lot and in high quantities, can cause the person to feel high. So, she did that a lot of the times. She had a lot of vampire boyfriends. None of them ever stayed around too long. Just long enough for her to get her fix and then move onto the next..." His voice fell off for a moment, coming back more emotional; angrier. "Until Xaiver."

I reached over, placing my hand on Colby's forearm, rubbing it softly.

"She didn't exactly hang around with the best vampires, but he was especially sketchy. A lot of local vampires didn't fuck with him, but of course she still found her way to him. I found out later what happened with her and him. Because he was a dealer, he would sell his blood in vials. They met in some bar, and a week later went out on a ‘date’. He gave her a vial of his blood. And he expected that in return she would do the same the next date. But there never was another date. She just stole his blood and dipped. Hid in the house for two weeks in case he was out hunting for her - which he was. Eventually he heard that she had a kid that she took care of and that's how he found me." He glared at the road ahead, his jaw tense.

"I'm sorry that happened to you. You didn't deserve that." I consoled; the flashes of his memory played in my mind.

"It was such a weird feeling... turning into a vampire. I had heard stories of what it was like, and none of them explained it the way I felt it. Everything became sharp and intense. I was seeing colors I couldn't see before, lights were brighter, everything smelled so strong, and I could hear everything around me all at once. And the emotions - those are what really took me by surprise. I felt.... everything," Colby took a ragged breath. "Anything I had ever held back, anything I ever thought, I felt it. In that very moment. It was all so overwhelming. That word doesn't even do it justice."

I laced my fingers with his free hand, giving him a squeeze. "I can only imagine."

"I think my powers also made it ten times worse, at least for me. The moment I touched my aunt... I saw everything about her. Her whole entire life flashed before my eyes. Everything she ever felt or thought came to me. And I hated every second of it." He fumed lowly, sliding his hand out of my own for a moment.

I stayed silent, just watching Colby. His eyes remained on the road, but they were intense, dark. His one hand gripped the steering wheel while other rested softly on my thigh.

"I always thought that she didn't love me. I knew for a fact she didn't like me, you didn't need supernatural powers to know that. But I had hoped she cared, even a little. And there were times in her life she did. But deep down she never... wanted me," he confessed, his voice almost falling to a whisper. He swallowed and continued, "She was extremely jealous of the life my mom had. My mom had a great husband until he passed, she had a house, a family - everything my aunt wanted but could never get for whatever reason. And I was just a reminder of that. She gladly took the house, the car, my mom's money, but she didn't really want me. And knowing that she was actually kind of glad when my mom passed... I couldn't have stopped myself even if I wanted to."

"I don't blame you for what you did." I stated, looking into his eyes.

He blinked, turning back to the road. "When the police showed up, I told them that a vampire came in and attacked us both. They believed me because of her history, took her body to the morgue, and that was it. I paid for a funeral I didn't attend and buried her. I sold the house and any other possessions I could and never turned back."

"What happened to Xavier?" I uttered.

"I killed him before I left town. He was the second person I ever killed." He revealed.

I furrowed my brow, "He was hardly a person. He was a monster for what he did to you."

"Sometimes I regret killing either one of them. But then I think most likely if I hadn't, someone else would've. They both messed around with a lot of strange people..." He trailed off.

I tried to change the subject, sensing that Colby was getting tired of talking about this one. "What age did you get turned at?"

"22. I was about to be 23." He answered.

"How old would you be now?" I thought out loud.

"I would be 28. I was only born in '91." He stated.

"Oh my God... I'm dating an older man?" I gasped. "Sexy."

He finally cracked a genuine smile. "Why don't you get some rest? We have a long drive ahead of us."

"You still haven't told me where we're going." I argued light-heartedly.

"Well, clearly it's up in the mountains." He pointed to the mountains in the distance.

"I can tell that. But where?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"You'll see eventually." He teased.

"You never fully explained why you're driving there. Couldn't we have vampire ran?" I questioned.

"It's a couple hours away, and while I'm strong I don't think I could run that far. Plus, I wanted to spend time with you, even if you're just asleep." He turned to me, giving me a wink. "So, get some rest."

I snuggled into my seat, leaning back a bit and staring out the window. The quiet sound of the radio and Colby's breathing lulled me to sleep in no time.

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"Baby, it's time to get up. We're here." Colby whispered, his soothing voice waking me.

I opened my eyes slowly, trying to focus them. The lights of the car illuminated the forest around us. And a few feet from the car was a cabin. A little porch with two red chairs rested on the outside with a set of stairs leading up to it. The cabin looked well taken care of, the light on the outside inviting us in. Little white flowers adorned the path leading to the stairs and around the whole property.

I got out of the car, my eyes widening at the sight. It was still dark out, but the sun would be rising soon, the sky a lighter blue than before. I turned towards Colby, who had both of our bags in his hands. He raced up the stairs, entering the cabin and turning the lights on. I walked up the path to the house, gliding up the stairs and into the cabin. I took in all of the little details of the place: the dark wooden interior, the rock wall fireplace, the cozy deep red couches, the soft oak table right outside of the kitchen. Everything about this place was beautiful. The house even smelled good, a mix of cinnamon and mahogany.

"So, what do you think?" He breathed almost nervously.

I gazed around the cabin, trying to take in every detail that I could. "Colby... how did you get a place like this last minute?"

"Well, Kevin knows a guy that owns this house. And I asked him to ask the guy if it was okay for us to come up here. And he said it was fine. We've all come up here before, sometimes just to get away from the city." Colby stepped closer to me. "Did you notice the white flowers outside?"

I nodded my head. "Yeah I did. Wait... are those-?"

He cut me off, smiling. "Angelica californica, to be exact."

"They grow here?" I questioned.

"Naturally, but we also add to the population occasionally." He joked, his dimples appearing.

"So... no vampires?" I whispered.

He replied back just as quiet. "No vampires. Except for me, of course."

I jumped up, hugging him tightly. "Oh Colby. This is the best present ever. Thank you."

"Of course, baby. You deserve this, and so much more." He pulled back, his arms still wrapped around me, "So, the closest cabin is about a mile away. Same with the closest town. I figured in an hour or two we can go into town, maybe get some breakfast at the diner? And then afterwards I can pick us up some groceries, that way you aren't starving the whole week we're here."

I gasped, "We're gonna be here for a week? Oh no, Colby, I only called out for a day.”

"Ehh, don't worry. You have off this weekend, right? Stay here with me, and we'll worry about all of that on Monday." Colby argued.

"I have a feeling I won't want to leave though." I exhaled dramatically.

He feigned concern. "Oh no... whatever will we do?"

I smacked his chest, a laugh erupting from him.

"Go take a shower, and I'll unpack our bags. Sound good?" He held my hands, giving them a light squeeze.

I nodded, walking into the bedroom and pulling out some clothes to change into for after my shower.

I took the longest shower of my life, scrubbing all the stress away and off my body. By the time I had gotten out, it had been an hour, and the diner was ready to open. Colby and I drove into town, enjoying the view of the quaint place. The diner wasn't packed, but a steady stream of customers were coming in and out for the breakfast rush. We sat down at a table and enjoyed our meal slowly, people-watching the whole time. We walked through town, looking at all the little shops and stopping in a few. I bought a mug with the town's name on it, Colby rolled his eyes as I did. We then went to the grocery store, picking up a few things to make lunch and dinner. Colby wasn't much of a cook, and neither was I, so we settled on pasta for tonight. We drove home, but I didn't feel like settling in yet.

"Do you wanna go on a hike?" Colby suggested.

And we did just that. The fresh air almost burned my lungs, the crispness feeling sharp with every breath. It had been overcast out all day, making it the perfect weather to walk in. I found a stream not too far away from our cabin, following it down until it opened up to a lake. We sat at the dock of the lake, staring out into the water, huddled close to each other.

Then the skies opened up, rain pouring and soaking us instantly. We laughed as we raced home, Colby holding my hand the whole time. Eventually when we were close, Colby picked me up bridal style and sped me into the cabin. Thunder crackled in the distance, making the ground shake. Colby started a fire, and the cabin warmed up instantly.

I didn't remember falling asleep, but I did. I woke up wrapped up in a blanket, a soft pillow resting under me. The tv was on, playing a random channel I hadn't seen before. The cabin smelled of butter and pasta sauce. I looked at the time, and it was already 5:36 P.M.

"Good evening, sleepy head. Dinner will be ready soon, if you wanna get up." Colby spoke from the kitchen.

I stretched, getting up and heading towards his voice. "You should have woke me sooner. I would have helped with dinner."

He snickered, "I'm not that clueless when it comes to making pasta. Besides, you looked too peaceful, and I figured after the long day of walking around your body could use some more rest."

"Well, I'll at least set the table." I pulled out two dishes, walking over to the table and placing them down. I noticed in the little vase there were three flowers: two things of angelica and a single rose.

He noticed me staring, "I got that for you at the grocery store. I made sure to hide it so you wouldn't see."

"You are literally too sweet to me." I leaned in, pecking his lips.

He shrugged half-heartedly. "I don't know about too sweet, but I'm definitely trying my best here.”

My face dropped, turning to look at him completely. "Colby, you got me a cabin, drove me all the way here just so I could catch a break. You bought me breakfast and groceries and are now making me dinner. If that isn't sweet, I don't know what is."

He looked down, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. He continued stirring the pasta.

Oh my God... I made Colby blush.

A moment later, he turned off the heat, dumping the pasta water out and into the heated sauce. He mixed that up for a minute and turned to me. "I think it's ready."

We ate dinner slowly, enjoying each bite. Maybe it was because I hadn't had a homecooked meal in ages, but the pasta was to die for. We chatted the whole time, commenting on our day and the different things we saw at the diner and the lake. Once we finished, Colby poured some wine for us. A lull finally fell into our conversation, but we still sat in the dining room, sipping our wine. Colby held my hand, lightly running his thumb back and forth.

I squeezed his hand gently. "Thank you so much for this, Colby. Truly. I needed this escape so badly."

"Of course, Jade. I'll be honest though; this wasn't just an escape for you. It was for me too. I'm not exactly... not stressed, about everything going on." He took a long sip from his wine glass, his voice low.

I sighed deeply, gazing down at the table. "It's insane how crazy our lives have gotten in such a short time."

Colby nodded his head, finishing off his wine. He reached out his now free hand, wanting to hold mine. I gave him it, cupping his gently. His grip tightened as he began to speak.

"I'm... scared, of what's to come, Jade."

My heart sank at his words, his voice catching me off guard. He kept his head down as he continued.

"I want to be able to protect you, and I think I can, but there is a part of me that thinks I'm not enough. That I'm not strong enough. And especially if someone like Rinaldi or Max is coming after you... it's true. And it terrifies me that that's the truth. Hearing what Tara said to you, that there's the possibility that my greatest fear could happen, that you could die... I don't know what I would do with myself. I can't lose you, Jade. You're the first person I've let in in such a long time and I just can't..." His voice waivered as he trailed off, his head lowered to our hands, resting on them.

I felt a single tear slide down my face, unaware that his words did that to me. I wanted to reach out and grab him, pull him as close to me as possible and never let go. I wasn't sure what to say, but as we both stayed quiet for a moment, I felt myself utter words I knew to be true.

"I love you, Colby."

I could feel Colby freeze, halting his breath. He picked his head up slowly, his eyes almost staring through me. My heart sped up at his intense look.

"I know this might seem sudden... but I've felt this way for a long time." I shuttered out a breath, not realizing how nervous I was, "I don't expect you to say it back."

"I-I... want to, though. I just," his voice fell off, his eyes boring down at our still laced hands. "I've never had anyone say that to me."

My heart shattered, "No one's ever said I love you to you before?"

"Not since I was young. All of our friends have made passing remarks, saying that they care about me, but... not ‘I love you’. Not like how you said it." He murmured.

I squeezed his hands, running my thumb over his knuckles. I leaned down and kissed the top of them, looking up at him briefly. The silence filled the room, and I could see Colby wanted to speak, but was unsure of what to say. I truly didn't expect him to say it back, but part of me hoped for some response soon. My ears rang from the quiet.

Colby's eyes connected with mine, his icy blues gazing deep. "I'm not good at talking. I've never been great at saying what I feel. But I think I can show you... what I feel."

He stood up, pulling me to my feet. He cupped my face gently, his hand feeling almost cold against my hot skin. He leaned in slowly, pressing his body into me. His lips captured mine, an electric charge surging through my body instantly. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers running through his hair.

Colby pushed me lightly against the table, his hands sliding down my body until he reached my hips. He gripped them tightly, the feeling causing a light sigh to fall from my lips. He smirked into the kiss, pulling away briefly to lift me up onto the table. He placed me down, connecting his lips with mine again. I wrapped my legs around his hips, squeezing him into me. Our kiss deepened, our tongues dancing with one another. Suddenly, he scooped me up from the table, walking me to the bedroom carefully.

He got me to the edge of the bed, dropping me softly. I gasped as I fell back, my legs dangling off the bed as he stared down at me. I swear for a second, I saw his eyes flash red as he scanned my body. My heart raced at the thought of what he could, and would, do to me.

He leaned down, hovering over me as he murmured in my ear. "I want to make you feel good, Jade."

I bit my lip, "I-I want you to do that."

Colby chuckled, kissing down my neck. He nipped at my collarbone; goosebumps rose across my skin as he did. He kept kissing down my body, my chest heaving as he got closer to my sex. I could feel the fire already burning deep within me growing. I wanted him so badly and for so long. And now, it was finally happening.

He raised my shirt up slowly, his hands stopping just underneath my bra. He looked into my eyes and nodded my head, sitting up and letting him pull my shirt off. He gazed over my newly exposed skin, taking in every inch of it. He glided his head down, his breath fanning just above the button of my pants. I shuddered at the feeling, needing him to keep going.

"I've wanted to taste you for so long, Jade." He glanced up at me, a whine almost falling from his lips, "Can I? Please?"

My panties grew wetter from the desperation in his voice. I nodded, unable to speak. Colby unbuttoned my pants, sliding them down my body hastily. His hands cupped my hips, his mouth kissing just above my underwear. My breath hitched at the sensation, my body tensing.

"You're already so wet for me... God, I need to taste you now." He growled.

He pulled my underwear off, throwing it behind him. I bit my lip as the cool air of the cabin hit my naked sex. My hips arched, wanting Colby to give me some relief.

"Use your words, baby. What do you want from me?" He teased, kissing my thighs.

I shuttered, "C-Colby, please. I need you so badly."

"To what?" He blinked innocently.

"Make me come with your tongue." I mewled.

Colby clenched his jaw at my words, his eyes closing tightly for a moment. "Whatever you want, baby. It's yours."

His mouth immediately connected with my clit, pulling it into his mouth and gently sucking on it. Pleasure rolled down my body, my legs instinctively wrapping around his head and resting on his shoulders. As he continued to play with my clit, his fingers lightly brushed up and down my lips, teasing my entrance.

"Oh my God, fuck Colby." I moaned, my eyes fluttering close.

He buried his head deeper into my cunt, his tongue and fingers switching positions. He lapped at my hole, his middle finger rubbing slow circles into my clit.

My hips bucked out his actions, whines falling from my mouth. He kept his pace slow and deep, causing pleasure to roll down my body over and over again.

I could feel my body getting closer to the edge, but I wanted him, needed him, inside of me. "Colby...."

"Yes, beautiful?" He hummed, picking his head up.

"Please.... I need you." I whimpered, my fingers tracing up his face as he looked at me.

He slowed raised up to my face, his mouth pressed closed to my ear. "You need me inside of you?"

"Yes," I shook my head desperately.

"How badly do you need me, baby? Tell me." He demanded teasingly.

"Colby, please." I pawed at his chest, still covered by his shirt, "I need you to take this off, right fucking now."

"Yeah?" He smirked, sitting up and pulling his shirt off with one arm.

My hands immediately slid up his chest, feeling his muscles tighten under my touch. I bit my lip, taking in every inch of him.

Suddenly, Colby's face changed. He lowered himself back down to me, his body resting against mine firmly. I could feel his bulge pressing hard into my thigh. That sent a shockwave through me, knowing I was turning him on.

"Jade... I want you," he swallowed hard. "I want you so badly. I've needed you for so long."

He leaned in, our lips connecting in a passionate kiss. My breath was instantly taken from me, my chest heaving from needed oxygen. My hands drifted down his body, undoing and sliding his pants down enough so that I could grasp his hard member. He gasped against my mouth, his grip on my hips tightening. He thrusted slowly into my hand as I held him. I could tell just from a few pumps that he was big. My pussy clenched at the feeling.

"Are you ready for me, baby?" He whispered lowly, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.

I nodded, a tiny whimper escaping my mouth.

Colby kissed along my neck as he pulled his pants down all the way. His hands slid behind me and popped my bra off, yanking it away from my body quickly. I giggled at his actions; his neediness just as present as mine.

He reached over to the nightstand, opening the drawer and grabbing a condom. He rolled the condom down his shaft, my eyes widening at his now completely naked form. He was so beautiful, in more ways than one. My breath hitched in my throat as I took in as much as I could.

He leaned his head against mine, the tip of his cock teasing my entrance. "Do you still want this? Do you still want to do this?"

"Of course. More than ever." I cupped his face gently, pecking his lips.

He lined himself up, his eyes boring into mine for just a moment. As he entered me, he closed his eyes tightly, his mouth a gape. I moaned as he stretched me out, filling me deeply.

"Fuck Jade, you feel so good." He grunted, his chest vibrating from how deep his voice was.

Once he was completely inside of me, his eyes shot open, two red orbs staring back at me. Veins popped out from under his skin by his eyes. And his parted mouth showed fangs.

I gazed up at him, excited by the vampire before me. I've only ever seen him like this once, and now it felt completely different. Back then I barely even knew him. And now, he was the love of my life.

"I'm sorry, baby. Give me a second, okay?" Colby hissed, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against mine.

I hushed him, cupping his face, "No, it's okay Colby. I'm not scared. You don't scare me."

Colby exhaled. "That's good to know. But I still don't like having my fangs out while I'm fucking you."

I stuttered out, "I... don't mind."

"Oh? You like the fangs?" He sassed, his hips slowly starting to move.

"Yeah." I whispered bashfully, a light blush creeping across my skin.

"You're blushing.... oh my God, that's so fucking hot." He cursed.

I gripped his back a little hard, pulling him deeper into me as he thrusted. I matched his pace, our bodies moving as one.

Colby leaned into my neck, kissing and licking my skin. His fangs grazed against me, goosebumps forming. I let out a light gasp as he pressed his fangs in further, but never broke skin.

He groaned, his voice in my ear. "Do you want me to bite you? I can feel you squeezing around me tighter every time I almost do."

I inhaled sharply, taken aback by his tone. Colby chuckled darkly into my ear, his hips picking up speed.

"You want it, don’t you? Just admit it." He smirked.

I let out a raspy sound, unable to say anything. He was right, I did want him to bite me. But I wasn't going to say it. At least not yet.

"Make me." I uttered bravely.

His stare intensified, his lips twitching into a smile. "Fine."

Colby pinned down my hands to the bed with one hand, while his other shimmied down in between our bodies. He forced my legs apart wider, two of his fingers pushing lightly against my clit. He started stroking in time with his thrusts, which only got deeper and harder. I cried out in pleasure, my eyes rolling into the back of head from the new sensation.

"Tell me you need it. Tell me you want me to bite you." He ordered, staring into my eyes.

"Fuck, Colby! Pleaseeee." I whined, my brain turning to mush with his actions.

He grunted, his hips shuttering. "God I'm getting so close, Jade. Say what you want, baby. I'll give it to you. I'll give you whatever you want."

"Bite me, please." I whimpered.

"Say it louder, Jade." He hissed.

"Bite me, Colby!" I moaned louder, my pleasure building more and more. I could feel myself almost going over the edge. Fuck, I needed him to make me come.

"One more time, sweetheart. Say it for me now!" His voice thundered, his thrusts going deeper and deeper into me.

"Oh my God, please bite me! Please! I'm so fucking close!" I shouted desperately, my hips bucking wildly. I tried to force my hands out from under his hold, but they wouldn't budge. I just struggled against him as he kept up his fast-paced movements.

"Good girl, baby. Come for me." He growled, and then slammed his fangs into my neck. It was all overwhelming - the sensation of his fangs, his thrusts, and his words - and it immediately sent my body into overdrive. My orgasm ripped through me, my hips spasming in time with his. I cried out in pleasure, unable to hold back any sounds I had in me. He drank my blood slowly, but just the slight loss made my head all the more lighter.

"Oh shit I'm coming! Fuuuuuckkk-" Colby pounded into me over and over again, exploding in ecstasy as my blood leaked down his chin from my mouth. His red eyes almost glared down at me, intensely staring into my soul. I could feel his aura appear around us, engulfing us both. I was too out of my mind to care. Everything about this moment made my head spin and my mind blank out.

Once our orgasms subsided, Colby's body crashed down on top of mine. He let go of one of my hands, the other lacing fingers with his. We laid there and just breathed with one another, trying to slow down our racing hearts. It felt like forever before he finally picked his head up.

He picked his head up quickly, his mouth a gape. "Shit, I forgot you were bleeding. Here, let me give you some of my blood."

I slurred, "Nooo, y-you don't-"

"You're have no room to argue with me, sweetheart." Colby took his finger in his mouth, biting open the pad of it. Then he brought it to my lips. "Open up, baby."

I allowed his finger into my mouth, the metallic taste making me wince until suddenly changing into something sweet. I sucked on his finger, feeling the lightheadedness slowly going away.

"That's right... there you go. I didn't drink too much from you, so you don't need too much from me." A moment later, he slid his finger out of my mouth, a light ‘pop’ noise following.

"I-I was enjoying that, you know." I joked, sighing.

"I was too." He leaned in close, "There's a reason why I'm still hard inside of you."

We both giggled, his mischievous eyes softening. He pulled out of me a moment later, relaxing back on the bed beside me. We laid there silently, just listening to each other breathe. With a slight look, his hands grasped around my wrist, lightly tugging me over to him until my head was laying on his chest. He sighed deeply, snuggling into me more. I began to drift off, his soft breathing lulling me to sleep. We laid like this for hours, barely moving except to pull the blankets higher.

A ring tone ripped through the silent room. I glanced up at Colby who read his phone. "It's just Mike. He can leave a message."

I snuggled back in, waiting for the phone to stop. It did for a moment, only to start ringing again. The same tone and all.

"There's no reason for Mike to need me. He knows we’re up here. I left a note." He rolled his eyes, slightly annoyed.

"Okay." I laid my head down, but I didn't shut my eyes. Something churned in my stomach as I stared at the phone, hoping it wouldn't ring again.

But then it did.

Colby groaned, grabbing his phone off the table, and answering it. "What Mike?"

I could hear Mike's muffled voice, and it sounded panic.

Colby froze at Mike's words. He slowly rose from bed, my body falling off his. "What?"

My breath hitched. Something happened.

"Yeah. Yeah. We'll be there as soon as we can be. Tell him to hold on. I'm leaving right now." His tone was serious and pointed. He hung up the phone, getting out of bed quickly.

My stomach sank, my eyes widened. "What happened, Colby? What's wrong?"

He threw on his clothes hastily, turning to me. "It's Sam. Someone attacked him at the club tonight. We have to leave."

<< CHAPTER 22 || CHAPTER 24 >>

[beesfairlyland]

Heyy! I just wanna ask you something related to non dualism cus I'm really getting curious ≧﹏≦ 🤍🤍

⚠️tw: mention of suicide, depression and swearing

I've had this thing going on in my head that I wanna share with you. I have a friend of mine that's depressed, and suicidal (yeah actually even I'm tryna help her state of mental health) she always try to make sad or depressing jokes, but 2 days ago she said something that's stuck in my head for a while. She said ‘‘people who get to die are such damn lucky b*stards’’ actually this seems like some sort of thing that our society terms suicide as ‘passing on the pain to the others’ But for me, as someone who's into non dualism finds it interesting.

Like people who die, means they leave the physical realm, are lucky? Like is death inevitable for us pure awarenesses? I think not cus you entirely leave your physical realm once you die. Actually ik there's no start or an end for all of us. Suppose we plan on a reincarnation or something in this reality, and we leave our physical realm (which is an illusion ofc) we can definitely wake up wherever we want to right? So suicidal people intend and plan to reincarnate in a better place? I mean just help me out lol, there's a lot of questions going on in my head.

Sorry for the long ass story lol, if you're not comfortable to answer this it's totally fine! Or if you know, just link some articles or something if you find :)

Have a nice day ☆(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*🤍🤍

Heyaa!!💗

I am soo sorry that your friend is going through this phase....tell her that it's not forever and it's gonna be alright!!

Hmm...your question is quite interesting. Let's jump into that!

(whatever i say it's just my opinion... don't take them as fact)

"like ppl who die, means they leave physical realm are lucky"

Yeah they are kinda lucky as they get rid of the illusionary pain of this illusionary world and then what? They reincarnate again into another seemingly appearing human and go thru the cycle of illusionary life again, die again, born again....and this goes on until they decide to find the actual reason of their illusionary birth.

And that my love, is finding our True selves. The reason we were put on this planet, this game called life was too find who we are. But funny enough, we took this game soo seriously that we forgot the actual purpose of the game. This treasure hunt game was made for THAT to have some fun.

And once you find yourSELF..... that's when you are "lucky". After that you take the game as a game. You enjoy it. You cherish the beautiful moments this character experience. And you become Free from pain.

"like is death inevitable for us pure awareness"

THAT was never born, so THAT can never die.

Infact imo death is inevitable as long as you want it to be. As THAT you decide what you want. You wanna live forever...ofc go ahead!!

"so suicidal people intend and plan to reincarnate in a better place"

Noo!! They just hope that they'll be reincarnated in some less miserable human. But all they do is just make themselves enter in the cycle of illusionary life again.

DO NOT EVER THINK SUICIDE IS THE SOLUTION FOR REALISING SELF..... IT'S JUST GONNA "RESTART" THE "JOURNEY" OF REALISING SELF AGAIN

Once you Realise SELF completely that's when you get to choose which experience you wanna have in next soo called rebirth (if you choose to reborn). Ofc all illusionary.

Hope i made you understand a bit!

And it's totally okayy....you can ask me whatever you want to!!

Hope you have a nice day too!!💗

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

First off I want to thank you for writing all the requests I've sent you. You're one of my favorite writers and I think you write really well, you should be proud of yourself!

I got another request for you! A Marilyn x fem teacher assistant reader. Marilyn and R are really close but haven't bite the bullet and confessed yet. Marilyn is so excited to get this exotic rare golden leaf/plant/flower thing that is highly coveted in the botany world but a fire breaks out in the conservatory 😭 (you can decide if it's an accident like faulty wiring or if the pyromantic students got to messing around and lost control). Marilyn is alright but crying at watching the fire consume her plant babies, R comes running up terrified that Marilyn got hurt but once she sees Marilyn is physically alright she runs into the flames to save the golden plant, Larissa has to hold screaming Marilyn back from stopping R. When part of the building collapses they assume the worse but R comes barreling out holding the plant. After the hospital releases R, Marilyn is giving R a ride back to Nevermore but instead of Nevermore, she takes R to her off campus apartment where love confessions are made and Marilyn lovingly punishes R for scaring her lol

Yes!!!!! Here it is!!!! I hope you like it!!!! Thank you for all your requests and your kind and nice words!!!! They are like gasoline to me!!! Sorry about the language mistakes. :))))))))

Flames & Roses

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem, Teacher (Assistant)! Reader

Warnings: Smut (light), fluff, maybe hurt & comfort?

Word count: 4,017

Summary: You’re Marilyn’s assistant, and there is a huge tension between you two, maybe a golden rose could be the solution…Maybe…

N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“Wow, that's… Disturbing…” You whispered when Marilyn was showing you one of her favorite carnivorous plants. You looked at the plant carefully, feeling a small shudder.

“It's harmless, I promise,” she answered you with a smile.

You were in your first job right out of college. Your parents knew a certain Larissa Weems, principal of the Nevermore Academy, a normal institute for not-so-normal teenagers. You were immediately admitted so that you could learn to teach the virtues and secrets of botany with Marilyn Thornhill.

She wasn't an outcast like you, but she at least she was kind, nice, unlike your professors on campus. Being her assistant wasn't as hard a task as you thought, it was even better.

“I know, but I can't help but think that it's going to bite me at any moment,” you said, without taking your eyes off the plant.

“Boo!” Marilyn yelled, pulling the plant very close to you. You took a step back putting your hands forward in defensive mode. A laugh could be heard in the old conservatory. You blushed.

“Calm down, (Y/N), it was just a joke,” the redhead said with a smile. You frowned and crossed your arms, indignant.

“It's not funny,” you said offended. Although deep down you were laughing too.

It was an afternoon like any other. You spent a lot of time with Marilyn, helping her with plants and learning new things. It was the best moment of the day for you, and from her expression, it was for her too.

From the first moment she caught your attention. She was a beautiful woman, like an angel, innocent and loving. You liked her, but you didn't know if she felt the same way, although some of your co-workers said that there was a great tension between you. You always denied it, but it was completely undeniable.

Still, it seemed neither of you was brave enough to admit your mutual attraction. You had been a coward forever, and you thought she didn't want to look like a predator or something. She was older than you, surely she must have been thinking all the time that she shouldn't take the step. At least that was the excuse you came up with. It could just be that she didn't feel the same way about you, but it was hard to think about it with those smiles, with her looks...

“Well, I laughed a lot,” Marilyn said amused, leaving the plant on top of her desk. “Tomorrow we will study carnivorous plants and their origins and varieties.”

“Oh, it sure is interesting,” you said, still with some resentment about the scare.

“Don't doubt it,” she replied. “But I need your help, lately I hear more snoring than usual in my class.”

You nodded with a smile.

“Oh, okay. Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the world of carnivorous plants...!” You said making a fuss. “Remember that they are not the most suitable for a salad, but they are the best to kill pests in the house! Something like that?”

Marilyn looked at you amused as she leaned against her desk.

“More or less, (Y/N),” she said, shaking her head when she saw you do the stupid things you always did.

“I do my best…” You sighed, leaning next to her. “You know? I thought that this thing about teaching the outcasts was going to be complicated, but the truth is that it is quite simple.”

“At least they are good guys, some hairier than others, but good guys after all,” she said, looking at the plants that were in front of you. “Oh, I almost forgot. There is something I want to show you, (Y/N), come with me.”

Marilyn grabbed your hand. She was so excited that she wanted to show you that she probably didn't even notice that little detail. She stopped after taking two steps and looked at you, her cheeks turning red.

“I, I'm sorry,” she said, embarrassed, letting your hand go.

“Don't worry, Marilyn, I, I liked it…” You said, looking away. She stared at you with raised eyebrows. You didn't think you could say something like that, but you did. Congratulations, you've learned the art of the not-so-indirect hint, (Y/N)

“Oh, okay…” the redhead whispered, taking your hand again, this time more gently. If someone couldn't see the sparks that jumped between you, they were blind.

Marilyn led you to a far corner of the conservatory, where there were some plants arranged haphazardly.

“It arrived this morning. I'm looking forward to opening it,” she said, bending down and picking a cardboard box up.

You looked at it intrigued, you had no clue about what might be there.

Marilyn ran back to her desk, followed closely by you. You wondered why she had brought you there only to come back later. Maybe she was looking forward to going with you hand in hand too. It was a possibility.

“Look, (Y/N), what I'm going to show you is something incredible,” she said, opening the box. You were looking carefully.

When it was open, Marilyn reached in and pulled out something truly unusual. It was a pot that contained a rose, but not just any rose. It was a golden rose.

“Wow, what is it? I had never seen anything like that.”

“It's a golden rose, it's a very unusual species,” Marilyn explained, looking excitedly at the small flower. “Her petals simulate the gold. It is a small wonder. I've been after one of these for years. I guess that's one of the advantages of working at Nevermore.

“It's beautiful,” you sighed, unable to take your eyes off the rose.

“There is no comparison, (Y/N). It is one of the strangest and most beautiful flowers in the world. I’m very excited to have it.”

“I can see why,” you said, gently touching one of its petals. “I don't remember studying it at college.”

“Of course not. Most scientists and biologists do not believe in its existence. They think it's a legend.”

“A legend?” You asked, looking at her. The beauty of that flower was captivating, but seeing Marilyn's eyes upon contemplating that golden rose was an even better feeling.

“They say that a gardener from the Middle Ages cultivated it to make the daughter of a king fall in love with him.”

“Did he get it?”

“Oh, yes, they got married and the gardener became a prince. But it didn't last long. The king realized that it was really just a flower, that it was not real gold. He had him executed.”

“What a story…” You sighed, blinking. “It's not a typical fairy tale.”

“It's just a legend, (Y/N),” the redhead told you, amused. “Surely the origin of this beauty is some mad scientist eager to make money grow from plants.”

“I like the legend better, I think,” you said, laughing too. “I like to hear the crazy things people do for love.”

“Yes, many times it doesn't end well,” she said, looking at you now intently.

“Many times it does,” you said in response.

“Maybe…” Marilyn sighed, brushing her hand against yours again. “In any case, it's a magnificent flower.”

“Yes... It is...” You said, letting her grab your hand. This time it was not like before, this time it was not nervousness, excitement or coincidence.

“Hey, (Y/N). This will sound silly to you, but I was wondering if you… Well if we could…”

“Good afternoon, girls,” Larissa Weems, the principal, said, leaning out the door. You were about to start screaming. Marilyn was about to propose something to you that you would surely accept. It was time, you knew it was time. You had to restrain yourself a lot from insulting your boss.

Marilyn pulled away slightly and let your hand go, looking toward the door.

“Hello, Larissa,” she said smiling. You closed your eyes and sighed. “What brings you here?”

“I was looking for you. I think you work too much, you have to take a break,” Larissa said, with her courtesy smile.

“We like to work,” you said, in a more brusque tone than usual. Marilyn looked at you out of the corner of her eye with a knowing smile.

“Come to the cafeteria, I invite you to a coffee. Plants can be alone for a while, don't you think?”

You both looked at each other and shrugged comically, amused, as you nodded.

On the way to the Nevermore cafeteria, you looked at the redhead. You wanted to know what she was going to ask you.

“Hey, Marilyn… What was that you wanted to tell me?”

The redhead was startled and shook her head. You swore you saw her blush.

“Oh well, it doesn't matter. Maybe in another time,” she told you, leaving you with a heavy heart.

Coffee was awkward for you. You knew that Marilyn was finally about to ask you for something, anything. Maybe it was time to make things clear, but you couldn't do it with Larissa in front of her, laughing and joking under your hard, serious gaze.

You looked out the window, sighing carelessly, tiredly. Everything seemed the same, except for a small cloud of smoke, which seemed to come from the conservatory.

“Oh fuck, look at that,” you said to the redhead, who immediately looked up. Her eyes were pure terror.

“My God, my plants!” She yelled, getting up and running out of the cafeteria. Larissa stared at the smoke in horror, and she stood up too.

“Hey, Marilyn, wait!” You yelled.

Some scared boys entered the cafeteria, addressing you.

“Principal Weems!” one of them said. “There's… There's been a little accident in the conservatory. We were playing and...”

“Smith I have told you not to play near the school!”

You knew those guys, they were pyromancers. It seemed quite reasonable that they were forbidden to play near the conservatory. Naturally they ignored it.

You wanted to get angry and scream, but there was something more important, Marilyn.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Marilyn!”

You ran out of the cafeteria, afraid that something had happened to the redhead. You ran as fast as you could.

Sure enough, the conservatory was on fire. The flames reached up to the sky. Marilyn was there, hands over her mouth, crying in horror.

“Hey, Mari, are you okay?” You asked, placing a hand on her shoulder. She shook her head, crying uncontrollably. She turned around and hugged you desperately. You hugged her back.

“My plants… My babies… This… This is horrible,” she sobbed into your shoulder. You rubbed her back, sharing her sadness.

“Hey, calm down, nothing's wrong…” You said softly.

“Are you okay?” Larissa asked, running up. “The firefighters have been warned, they won't be long.”

You nodded, hugging the redhead tightly.

“It doesn't matter anymore, everything has been lost…” Marilyn whispered, soaking your clothes with her tears. “My beauties… My poor plants… My God… The golden rose…”

You widened your eyes and pushed Marilyn away. You had seen her face when she saw that flower, you knew it was very important to her. You came up with something crazy. One of those crazy things that are done for love.

You looked at the burning building and didn't hesitate, you ran to the door.

“(Y/N), what are you doing?” Larissa asked, while you searched for a way to open the door. It was the occasion to use slightly more abrupt methods. With one kick, you managed to break the glass door.

“(Y/N)! Don’t do it! Please come back!” Marilyn yelled, trying to follow you, but she was immediately stopped by Larissa.

“No, Marilyn, it’s dangerous!”

“Please!” She yelled with a completely torn voice. “No, Please!”

You could barely hear her pleas anymore. You had entered the burning building. The smoke was thick and the heat unbearable. You started to cough and held your shirt sleeve in front of your nose. In the midst of so much smoke it was almost impossible for you to locate the flower. You knew where it was, but you just couldn't see it.

A golden glow came to your eyes. There it was, on the desk, surrounded by smoke and flames that were getting dangerously close. With a clumsy step, you managed to catch the pot.

“I got you,” you said triumphantly. You turned to get out of there, but your problems had only just begun. A metallic crack sounded above you. It was the worst that could happen. The metal was softening in the heat and the structure was about to give way, on your head.

Before you could even think about running, part of the roof collapsed. You managed to jump to avoid the glass and metal beams, but you hit your head, leaving you semi unconscious.

It was hard for you to breathe. You were lying on the ground, holding the rose by the hand. You tried to drag yourself across the ground, but to your horror one of your legs got caught in the rubble. That looked very bad. You pulled hard, but it hurt a lot.

“(Y/N)! Please!”

You could hear the redhead's screams outside the building. That gave you strength to think of a solution. It had to be a quick one, the flames began to surround you.

You searched through the rubble.

“Bingo,” you said when you found a metal bar, which you use as a lever to get your leg out of there.

Your leg had had a horrible wound, but it looked like you could walk, at least with the adrenaline pumping.

It was time to escape. The flames cut you off. You looked for another way out, there wasn't one. You looked at that golden flower, as if looking for a solution.

“Well little rose, at least I have to try,” you said, wrapping your clothes around the plant and closing your eyes. Expecting the worst, you went through the flames, finally being able to go outside.

Marilyn was there, crying uncontrollably next to Larissa. The fire sirens were close, you could hear them.

“(Y/N)!” Marilyn yelled the when she saw you. You were unsteady, but you managed a smile as you approached, limping.

“Here is your flower, princess…” You said in a small voice, handing her the pot. She picked it up tearfully. Before you could say anything else, your legs gave out and you fell to the ground. Fortunately Larissa picked you up, breaking your fall.

You woke up uncomfortable, with an excess of light. You weren't in Nevermore, it seemed like you were in the hospital. Your leg was bandaged, it hurt. You didn't know how much time had passed, but you did see who was next to you. Marilyn. She had her head resting on the bed. She was making sounds of being asleep. You wanted to wake her up, but you decided to enjoy a few more minutes of that tender sight.

You ran your hand through her hair, over her face. She suddenly moved and looked at you scared. Her glasses were misplaced. It was quite a comic sight.

“(Y/N), you're awake,” she said to you smiling and placing her glasses and clothes well. You nodded smiling. “Oh my God, I'm glad you're okay…”

“I think I keep all my limbs,” you said joking.

The redhead moved from the chair to the bed, sitting next to you and caressing your forehead. She stared at you for a moment, silent. You did the same.

Suddenly a loud slap fell on your cheek, breaking the calm of that room.

“Hey! Why?” You said rubbing your cheek. Her look was serious and her breath was heavy.

“You are completely crazy, (Y/N). You could have died... You scared the shit out of me. How can you do that?”

“People usually say "thank you,"” you said with a frown, while you continued passing your hand over your cheek.

“Thank you? What would I have done if something had happened to you? Didn't you think it would be dangerous? Why did you risk your life for a flower?” She asked aggressively. Her eyes held no anger, only fear, terror.

“Well, I already told you that I like the crazy things that are done for love,” you said, putting on the face of a good girl.

Marilyn opened her mouth to answer, but she didn't say anything, she just sighed and smiled, moving closer to your lips, kissing you slowly. You deepened the kiss, moving your aching arms to caress her cheeks.

“There were other ways to tell me, (Y/N), you didn't have to risk your life,” she told you, taking your hand.

“I think it was easier for me to risk my life than to make a confession of love…” You said, as if you were on a cloud. “Besides, I think you were going to confess first.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you were going to ask me something in the conservatory.”

“I was going to propose a dinner, (Y/N), not to declare my love for you,” Marilyn said amused. You winked at her.

“Isn't that the same thing?” You said ironically, earning you a soft tap on the shoulder from her.

“Aw… Even my hair hurts…” You complained. She laughed, fluffing up your pillow.

“Don't worry, the doctor has said that you will be able to leave in a couple of days.”

Those two days passed. You were injured in the hospital, but you were with her. She didn't move from your side. Apparently not everything in the conservatory had been lost. Many of the plants had managed to survive the fire. You could see Marilyn's sadness in her eyes. The plants were her life.

Larissa punished the two pyromancers by cleaning up all the mess. Her parents' pocket would suffer, they would have to pay for the damage.

None of it was important. The important thing was that you finally confessed your feelings, you started the relationship you were desperate for. It was painful, but it could be the best days of your life.

“Finally,” you said stretching your whole body as you left the hospital door. Marilyn laughed and kissed your cheek.

“Come on, honey, I'll take you in my car,” she told you, giving you her hand. You got on the little beetle smiling. Those days had been filled with caresses and kisses. You didn't even want to imagine everything that was ahead.

“Hey, Mari, you missed the Nevermore crossing…” You said pointing to the road. Marilyn looked at you briefly, smiling.

“We are not going to Nevermore, (Y/N), we are going to my house,” she told you. You widened your eyes but nodded. “I didn't want to spend all day at school, so I rented a small apartment in Jericho.”

Soon you arrived at her house and got out of the car.

“It's cozy,” you said, looking at that small apartment. I was adorable, I was so Marilyn…

“I don't need more ,” the redhead told you, grabbing your wrist. “Come, I want to show you my room.”

You let yourself be dragged into the small bedroom. On one of the tables was your great friend, the golden flower.

“Well, here you are,” you said amused, approaching the plant.

“I want you to know that I still think you're crazy, (Y/N). No matter how special that rose is, it is not worth putting your life at risk,” she told you, indicating that you sit next to her on the bed.

You obeyed and shrugged your shoulders, not caring.

“Bah, I'm just this way.”

“Well, maybe now you'll stop being…” She whispered, getting close to your ear and biting the lobe. You closed your eyes, beginning to enjoy the kisses that began to run down your neck.

“Oh, are you going to punish me for saving your favorite flower?” You asked suggestively, while the redhead pushed you so that your back rested on the mattress. Marilyn climbed on top of you and nodded, freeing herself from her jacket.

“You have given me scared to death. That can't stay like that, (Y/N)…” She hissed, removing your shirt.

Right after came the messy, passionate kisses. Your bodies were already half-naked. Marilyn kissed you, caressed you, she bit you. She said you deserved a punishment, but there was no better punishment than that one for you.

Your hips moved in unison, touching your heat intensely, causing the panting to begin to fill the walls of the small room. The clothes flew away from your body. Every inch of skin that was uncovered was a new target for your lips. You had been wanting it for so long that you were going crazy.

“You are beautiful, (Y/N), much more beautiful than that stupid rose…” She told you while she pulled your hair. It seemed that she was also losing control, causing you to discover the most dominant side of her, the dark side that was hidden behind that innocent smile.

Her hands were skillful, they knew where and how to touch. They ran through your core making you beg, to finally feel the true punishment she promised you.

“Marilyn…” You gasped. She wouldn't take her eyes from hers from hers from you as she made your hips rise for more contact. “Please…”

She didn't want to torture you. The scars from your burns made her feel sorry for you, inserting her fingers. You moaned smiling, relieved to get that feeling you had been looking for for a long time.

“I love you…” She whispered in your ear, while her rhythm focused on what your hips were asking for, and so your moans.

You nodded, unable to make any sounds than disorderly moans. Your hand reached out, reaching for her chest. You ran your hands over her clavicle, while you tried to distract yourself from the pleasure you were feeling. That was a big mistake.

The rhythm of your hips increased, giving the redhead the signal to increase her speed.

You couldn't hold it, your hips rose again as you screamed at that unique, unrepeatable orgasm. You've never felt like this.

“My crazy girl… My little reckless…” Marilyn whispered to you, taking her fingers out and kissing you again. The kisses were even hungrier. “You are an idiot, (Y/N), just thinking that I could have lost you… I… I go crazy…”

Now it was your turn, your turn to show how much you loved her, how much you wanted to do that. The reason why you risked your life. You didn't care about the flower at all, you cared about her, you cared about her gaze contemplating that rose. You wanted to have that look always on your mind, you didn't want it to go away.

You kissed her body, rebelling, putting yourself on top of her with a subtle movement. You didn't leave any part of her without kissing, no corner of her body without caressing. You arrived between her legs and you didn't think about it. You fell into it. Your tongue played with her clit, while your hands caressed her legs. She moaned, she grabbed your head. You couldn't even think about what you were doing anymore, her moans were the ones that guided you.

You enjoyed her taste, her involuntary movements. What a punishment, you were in heaven. It didn't seem like she wanted to wait, with a sudden grip on your wrist, she brought your hand to where it needed to be.

You were affectionate, you enjoyed the heat and humidity of her body. You moaned just to feel your fingers inside her.

Marilyn was a beast, she moaned, she said bad words, scratched your back. She was amazing, wild.

When it was all over, your legs were intertwined, as were your hands.

“I hope you've learned not to put yourself in danger, (Y/N)…” She whispered to you, very close to your lips.

You gently ran your tongue over them and she laughed.

“Actually… I don't think I've learned anything, Mari,” you said, lying down on the bed, snuggling into her chest.

“No? Do you need another punishment?” She asked, relaxing her breathing.

“I think that now I would be able to die for you…”