#i love how much i feel this whenever you write it angie

[glitter-oracle]

😭😭😭 I relate so much to this feeling. like it's a consuming warmth so pleasant and i just feel the need to look at him and touch him and practically be drown in this feeling. like an arab poem

Romantic Cannibalism (is there any other kind?)- B. Barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader warnings: obvious cannibalism mention but it's very light, reader is a little obsessed with bucky in that normal way that he is with her about: want. prompt "i've never wanted anything as much as i want you."

"Please."

"No."

"Bucky." You twist to catch his eye, hands snaking to sandwich one of his. "Please."

He purses his lips, looks about to indulge—"No."

You wilt, collapsing on his chest. "I want him really badly," you insist gravely, the fine peaks of your voice dulled by his shirt.

He settles a hand at your waist and another right below the nape of your neck, rubbing sympathetically. "I know."

You tilt your chin up to look at him, brows angled high, lips petulant. "You don't."

He laughs, pausing his condolences to press his thumb on the part of your lips, warm fingers indenting the soft of your cheeks, warmth behind your eyes. "A little dramatic." He taps your cupid's bow scornfully.

"You're going to abandon a puppy? A little puppy?"

"It's not going to work on me."

You blink up at him wetly. "Are you sure?"

"Pretty sure."

You slant your eyes, laying your head fully into his palm. Bucky Barnes looks very different in this light. You feel your heart squeeze very, very tightly, something sharp and desperate shooting up your fingertips like curling veins. Your fingers twitch, but you lean in closer. "So not one-hundred percent."

He shakes his head, bumping his nose against yours very much on purpose. "You might be insufferable."

"You wanna know what might make that scale tip to your side?"

"We're not getting another dog."

"This is awful," you bemoan. "You're going to have to drag me out blindfolded. I want him to understand I am wholly against this."

Bucky considers this, eyes dragging on your crossed arms and set shoulders. To your credit, you look distinctly resolute. He shrugs. "Okay."

"What?" You gasp when he bends at the waist, a steady arm holding your legs when he throws you over his shoulder. "No!" You grasp for the little dog too far away, arms outstretched with theatrics. He stares after you, whining softly.

"This is on you," he reminds, squeezing the fat of your thigh as he steps out the door. One of the employees waves goodbye, a phone pressed between their cheek and shoulder.

"I still love you," you admit solemnly, letting your weight drape over him when the sun hits.

"Yeah, me too." Once he's close to the car, he plants you back on the ground. Metaphorically, because he lays you a little atop the car so he can tug at your shirt and fix your hair. You let him prod as he likes, happy to observe the casual search of his eyes. One of your own hands reaches up, particularly selfishly, to smooth his stray hairs back to their places, a curled index remaining because it wants to.

Bucky Barnes very likely might be the love of your life. You are very likely to be the love of his. It's not enough sometimes to know, even to be sure. Sometimes you want his heart wedged right next to yours inside your chest, and you covet it so badly it hurts.

He brushes something off your cheek and sets you down properly, twirling you when he rounds the car to your side, your hand in his. He opens the car door for you, the ache in your chest spilling over, crawling up your throat. And it's awful, truly, how much you want him. It's selfish and ugly and bloody and you never want him to see its extent but at the same time need him to comprehend it.

It borders need, crossing at times like these, where his nails graze your skin at the right angle or he looks at you a certain way. When life shifts in an indescribable way—clearing, blurring, getting worse, getting better.

He helps you into your seat, already reaching for a seatbelt. You feel like a princess, but it's his smile that flips your stomach. "All good?"

"Mhm." Want. Wantwantwantwant.

You'd like to think it's at least somewhat gentle because your love is there, too, mostly kind but always staining. It's a shame it's just that—a comfort. Because it has teeth nonetheless, and it's crawled into your ribs and hidden there, rearing its head each time it feels like it.

He shuts your door and comes in through the driver's side, checking you over once more before starting the car.

Visceral.

"I hope you know," you start, chiding, "that Reginald and Ducky would've loved a sibling."

"Do you see how you didn't mention Alpine or Chicken?" His brows furrow. "It sounds like we own a farm. You realize how the names I pick are the only normal ones?"

"First of all, Reginald is not a normal pet name," you chastise. "Secondly... that was on purpose," you admit. "But it's a pretty good percentage."

"It's the same percentage."

You throw your head back and groan. "Why do you do this to me?"

He glances at you, granting you a view to the amusement he hides in the sweet edges of his eyes. "You know me."

He takes one hand off the wheel and wiggles his fingers in your direction, grazing your thigh with each movement. You take it with a big breath, fiddling with the warm tips of his fingers. He hooks his pinky on your ring finger and doesn't let go for the entire car ride, even as you complain in the mournful way you do between recounts of your day, rubbing hearts on his skin.

He's vile, you think, aching so horribly to have him impossibly more. Dreadful, dreadful man.

You're silent when you arrive at home, the claws of your savage heart making indents on your sternum.

"What are you thinking about?" he asks, little finger pressing gently into the ridges of your knuckles.

"It'll scare you."

"When has that scared me off?" he says, particularly fond.

"That's true," you chime. Awful, awful—"Never."

He raises an eyebrow. Your heart jumps savagely and you feel it grasp at your clavicle, explanation for it impossible. There aren't enough words and there isn't enough discipline.

"I have never wanted anything as badly as I want you," you explain at last, thoughftul. Your attention doesn't stray from him, observing his reaction.

He cocks his head. "You have me."

"I want more," you beseech. "I want everything."

"I'll give it to you if I figure what it is I haven't yet," he offers.

"You're sick," you say fondly, curling around him in a hug. You squeeze as hard as you can and wish you could nestle him in that space where your ribs meet and introduce him to the mountain of want that you have for him. "This is new. It's like I want to eat you."

He laughs. "Sure."

"In a romantic way."

"The way cannibalism usually is."

"Don't make eating people weird."

"Right. Sorry."

You nudge your nose against his pulse and kiss him. "It's never been like this before. It's overwhelming."

"I know," he says, a little ragged. He clears his throat and pulls away. "I know," he repeats ardently, the gentle pinch of his eyelashes letting you know he does. He holds you a little tighter.

A dying star bursts in your chest like a transient goodbye, deafening and palliating. "I don't think that's ever happened before."

"I very sincerely doubt that."

"Do you want to eat me too?" you ask emphatically.

He thinks about it for a second and shrugs. "A little. I mainly just don't want you to leave."

You grin, excited, and pull his face to yours to kiss him. "Me neither. Ever."

"Yeah," he tells you happily.

"I love you," you say. "I love you." He accepts your affection like a cat in sunlight, his own star heavy and lasting.

[lilyarchived]

too late [john price]

a/n: I wasn't originally gonna write anything yet because I still feel absolute dogshit, but this post by @gloomyyangel was too yummy to ignore.  I don’t really like this but what else can I do? Write some more? (gunshots)

warnings: smut after keep reading! (go away minors), swearing, hurt NO comfort, fem reader, mean!price at the start, 1.7k words oops, Lowkey abrupt ending.

summary: you let price imagine you as his ex wife because it will hurt even more to let him go, but what happens if he finally tries to make it up to you?

“F-fuuuck..” your husband groans. “Feels,, sso good, angie..” The sound of another woman’s name should be enough to make you feel bad, be enraged, scream at him, go apeshit crazy, right? Your whimpers of pleasure say so otherwise. It has been like this for years, you’ve come to terms that your husband, Captain John Price, will always see you as his ex wife. At some point you feel bad for yourself, you wouldn’t have let this shit slide. Hell, you wouldn’t even settle for a rich, handsome man all because he told you women should just stay quiet. The bitch slap you gave that man before storming out the restaurant stays engraved in the back of your mind, good days. 

But now? Now you’re settling for a man to imagine as if you’re his ex? Since when did your standards fall down to the deepest pit in the ocean? “ ‘m close, fuck, so tight for me.” You didn’t know whether to feel flustered or disgusted at the praise, knowing damn well he’s talking to angie in his mind. You gasp as your orgasm suddenly takes over your whole body, basking in that sweet, sweet pleasure. Hey, he can be a dick husband and still make you cum, nothing wrong with that. He follows suit after a few more thrusts, his hands beside your head grasping at the satin sheets. His moans ring through your ear until he finally plops down beside you.

You don’t expect him to clean up. At Least not like he used to. You get up to clean yourself before going back in the room with a warm and wet washcloth. You clean your husband up before noticing he’s already fast asleep. How did you ever get here? From your handsome Captain flattering you, taking you out on dates, treating you as if you are the sun keeping him warm, putting your pleasure first, and actually caring about you; to this man, ever so distant, calling you his ex wife’s name, never talking to you unless it’s work related or if he needs to let out some energy. And why the hell are you letting this happen? A man? Taking advantage of you? Making you some sort of sex doll?

You wish you could just be mad about it, scream and punch and cry, do anything to avenge your poor self. Yet you can’t. You love him too much, you love him like he painted the morning orange sky above, you love him like he hung up the moon and stars. You love him. Only Simon knows about his behaviour, you were a bit sceptical telling him everything since he always thought so highly of the captain, you feared he would take his side and tell you to get over yourself. You hadn’t expected him to pull you in a tight hug and whisper to you that you should leave him. You cried for the first time in a long time that night.

Snapping back to reality, you get dressed in your sleeping clothes and settle next to your sleeping husband. Staring into his shut eyes, wondering where you went wrong. You let your eyes droop to sleep, preparing your mind for another unbearable day tomorrow.

--

As months passed, you and John were still together, happy, no, but still married. You start to grow numb, never once batting an eyelash when he cums again after moaning “angie”. What an annoying sound in your ears it was. Don’t get me wrong, you still felt good whenever he decided to initiate something sexual with you. Your moans and whines fill the air alongside the sound of slapping skin. Simon gives you the usual disappointed look, but you honestly can’t tell if that’s his resting face or not. Then, everything changes.

“Darling, d’you wanna get food with me?” You freeze on the empty couch in the equally empty rec room. The sound of John’s voice making your heart skip a beat. He has never asked you to eat out with him, well ever since he normalised moaning a different name in bed. It’s like all his intimacy and chivalry left with your dignity. “Umm, I just had dinner Sergeant Garrick, Captain. I’m set for the night..” you reply after you peeked behind you, making sure he was talking to you. “At ease, I’m talking to you as my wife, [Y/N]” You let out a forced chuckle before going back to the book you were reading. “Why were you out with Kyle?” you hear him mutter. He can’t be serious. “..We were both free and hungry?” you reply in a meek voice. “I was free. Couldn’t even be bothered to ask your husband first?” 

The way your blood was boiling the moment that stupid sentence left his mouth. Why does he care? Does he think that he can moan a different woman’s name in bed and get away with it but you going out for dinner with a friend is all of a sudden, adultery? “You told me you’d be busy the whole day. Why is it a big deal I went out with Gaz? It’s not like I’ve been saying his name during sex.” You quickly shut your eyes, you didn’t mean to say that last part out loud. You prepared for his anger, instead you were met with a deep sigh. “I’ll let you be.” He says defeatedly, walking away from the scene. You see a confused Simon in the corner before squealing out of surprise. “How long have you been there, freak?” Simon only chuckles, “Tha’ don’t matter, Cap’n looks devastated. Ya think he’s been feeling guilty?” He sips on his black tea, you remove the hand clutching your shirt near the beat of your heart. “I don’t know, and I don’t care.” You fall face down on the couch to scream, ignoring Simon’s deep voice laughing at your pain.

What you both didn’t know is that John has been feeling bad for how he’s been treating you. He would notice your soft giggles echoing the hallways as Johnny picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, at how pretty you look in casual clothes, how your hair flows during bar hopping nights with the team, how your face shines in the city lights. How your nose scrunches when you get teased by Simon for liking your coffee too sweet. How beautiful you sound when he’s feeling you up and down, your surprised gasps as he rubs your clit in circles, how sinfully angelic you look when you come undone. Fuck, he really messed up.

So he makes it up to you, he cuddles after ruining your guts, he cleans you up, he wakes up before you to cook you breakfast. He makes your coffee the way you like it, gets you flowers every now and then, kisses you more passionately rather than his usual rushed ones. He loves you tenderly but it all seems foreign, even though he used to do it for the first few years of your relationship, you had already forgotten how it feels like to be loved by this man.

You feel nauseated. How could he go back to the way things were, like he hasn’t been giving you the cold shoulder for months now? Why now? WHY now? Why NOW? You stay cautious, every sweet move he’s doing puts you on edge. You knock on your Lieutenant’s door before he tells you to “come in” with that same ol’ gruff voice. As the night rolls in, you’ve already told him everything Price was doing, how he kept acting lovingly without addressing the past few months. He tells you you have two options: to confront him, or to go along with it. Neither of it seems appealing to you but deep down, you know he’s right. 

You thank Simon for the advice leaving his room to confront your husband tonight. The minute you walk into John’s room, his face lights up and asks you if you’ve eaten.  You scoff as you tell him you need to talk. “Why are you doing this to me, John?” you finally speak up after staring into the same eyes you fell for. His face drops, eyebrows furrowing, “What do you mean by that, dove?” A sigh escapes your soft lips, “Don’t call me that, John. Don’t act as if you weren’t just calling me, imagining me as your ex wife during our most intimate times. Don’t act like you haven’t been ignoring me, acting as if I didn't exist ‘til you needed work done or if you needed to have a shag.” You let out, tears staining your cheeks. John reaches out to wipe them but you move his hand away. “I mean, was it all a joke to you? Did I mean nothing but a body for you to imagine as if you were still together with her?” John finally talks, “You know it’s not like that, [Y/N]-” 

“Then what, John? What is it like? God, you- you” hyperventilating now, you search for the right words to come out. “You changed me. Acting like nothing’s wrong and being all sweet won’t work on me. I gave up on whatever our relationship was a long time ago.” His breath hitches, “Baby, please-” “I should go.” you cut him off. “Please, I’ll do better, we can start over?” he pleads, grabbing your arm. “It’s not that easy, John.” “Loving you is easy. I love you like it’s breathing. Please. You mean the world to me. I can’t let you go knowing i fucked up everything.” He sounds desperate now.

“I love you, John. But I don’t think I can ever love you like I used to.” He looks up to you, bloodshot eyes as tears pour over his face. You reach over to wipe them away. He leans into your touch. “Don’t give up on me, please?” You give him one last broken smile, “We’re way past not giving up, my love.” 

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[h5eavenly]

Promise of eternity.

words: 900 | pairing: lee minho x reader | genre: fluff, sweet and soft love what is this?? angie writing smth that isn't angst??

Love comes to you in the most unanticipated moments. It swims through every blood vessel in your essence and paints every particle of you with affection, oozing right from the depths of your heart until you’re half of the person you love. His delights interweave with yours, and you find it in your being to grow the same likeness for it as well. Giving room for appreciation to bloom towards things you never paid attention to before.

It comes to you when you awake in the middle of the night, Minho’s scent between your sheets and his body intermingled with yours.

His body heavy atop yours and yet with a drowsy mind you can only grow to be grateful, for something as trivial as a fleeting moment. To have him this close, to be lucky enough to share proximity with the person you love and to have his soft breaths hitting the side of your face.

Affinity for the reminder that you’re allowed to love him even when he’s fallen into a deeper slumber.

It is forgotten as soon as your eyelids fall back shut yet the warmth of gratitude lingers in the core of your being. It’s almost one with you, nestles deeper through you whenever you look at him. Whether it’s the morning after or weeks later, when a smile as warm is drawn upon his face as he plays with his cats in your living room.

The fondness in your eyes, your own smile dispersing across your lips with no permission from you are all just countless verification of your feelings, a crude unveils of your unyielding longing for him even when he’s next to you.

Like the moon unfurling from behind the fog with intention, albeit not as lucid, it’s there.

Minho calls you dramatic with a teasing smirk each time, you only think you’re a human with too much love to give and he serendipitously happened to stumble into your embrace.

It hits you on a non-particular evening, the sun is setting, and the sky is colored with hues of orange and a soft pink while the two of you lie under a sky painted with white clouds. His head rests on your shoulder and love flows through every part of you, in the iced peach tea you made just for him and the crown of flowers you had placed atop his head. He remains a vision of forever, promises woven with eternity in his thumb as it swipes across the skin of your arm.

“If you could be anything in the world right now, what would you be?” you ask, tilting your head at a cloud that looks awfully similar to Dori.

“Asleep.”

“Answer seriously!” you complain endearingly, pinching at his arm with no intent for hurt to unfold.

“What’s wrong with wanting to be asleep?” he replies, voice laced with amusement “what would you be?” he faces you, his fingers trailing up your arm and your noses almost touch. A breathless giggle tumbling out your lips with no reason other than appreciation to have him this close.

“A bird!” Your cheerfulness colors the cadence of your tone and his smile melts deeper into devoted affection for you.

“Why a bird?”

“Because I could fly to you whenever I want” you answer so easily, paradoxical to how hard his heart starts beating against his ribcage, pulsating with the same love you hold so warmly in your eyes for him.

“You don’t need to fly to me if I’m next to you all the time.” His fingers brush over your brow like the soft strokes of a lovesick’s paintbrush, leaving behind specks of partiality.

“I know but sometimes you need to go away without me, if I’m a bird then I can just follow you.” you close your eyes, smiling with all the love in the world etched onto your lips.

“You’re an idiot.” He whispers, chuckling with depraved desire to hide you in the deepest parts of his heart, then you won’t have to wish to be anything else. he already has you, one with his being.

“But I am your idiot?” you ask, interlocking your fingers with his, soft caresses of affection land atop your cheeks, their beauty unmatched, no sunset could ever compare.

“Always.”

Love came to you unexpectedly, from the moment your eyes locked with Minho for the first time, your souls had touched and there was no way for you to stop it. And you found yourself waking up each day with delirium to turn your head and watch Minho next to you, never too far away and always within reach. Despite your fear of being nothing but a ghost of a touch across his skin, Minho is always there with an unwavering burning for you.

“I love you.” he tells you, like peace has never been this present unless he’s next you and your smile widen.

“I love you too.”

[gummy-bearz]

Yay~ I'm glad you liked my previous request~ how about we Get more SFW and NSFW with kaede akamatsu, Celestia ludenburg along with Angie yonaga and Aoi asahina with a male S/O.

SFW / NSFW

Celestia Ludenberg / Aoi Asahina / Kaede Akamatsu / Angie Yonaga with a male S/O Headcanons

the hoeezzz gonna loveee this… (I hope)

also I won’t be writing smut of v3 characters; I’m sorry but therefore there will only be NSFW headcanons for Celeste and Hina in this, hope that’s okay!!

- mod hiyoko

SFW

Celestia Ludenberg

- She’s comfortable around you. And I mean REALLY comfortable. Celeste isn’t afraid to express her feelings around you because she knows you love her deeply no matter what. <3

- If you’re gothic lolita like her, that would be absolutely perfect. You two would decorate the whole entire house with Victorian-inspired decorations.

- If you’re not a gothic lolita, she would ask for permission before decorating the house (please say yes, that would make her so happy)

- Do NOT make this woman mad. You’ll regret it.

- Actually, she will regret it. If Celeste ever yells at you, it was probably an accident and she will apologize later.

- You watch in fear as she screams at Hifumi, however that’s your girl so you gotta cheer her on!!

- Celeste isn’t used to physical touch and it took her a while to get used to it. She was surprised when you hugged her for the first time.

- You two decided to adopt another cat so Grand Bois Chéri could have a friend! However, Celeste wanted to get a black cat. It HAD to be a black cat. It needs to fit her aesthetic.

- She finds it ridiculous when you wear her hair extensions. Ridiculous- but endearing. (You’re probably the only person allowed to touch her extensions.)

- Will she let you win at card games? Maybe.

Aoi Asahina

- She is such a sweetheart!!! She bombs you with lots of affection.

- She wakes you up early sometimes so you two can go on a jog. It’s a little irritating but it’s okay!

- If you don’t like going on jogs early in the morning, that’s totally fine with her! She respects your boundaries and won’t wake you up early again.

- She’s extremely happy that she has someone like you. Hina thought that because of her being athletic meant that she wouldn’t be in a relationship because of how “masculine” she seems. :(

- You like tricking her, she’s so gullible that she will believe absolutely ANYTHING you say. You find her reaction to being deceived hilarious.

- Aoi is really strong, she WILL carry you on her back.

- If you’re going through something, she will comfort you in the best way possible. She’ll motivate you, hug you… basically anything that will help you. Aoi just hates seeing you upset. <3

- Whenever you two get doughnuts, she likes to suggest you different types of doughnuts to try.

- This girl HATES staying up late. If shes up at like 2 a.m, she’ll get mad at herself and quickly go to sleep.

Kaede Akamatsu

- She’s a total babe, she so affectionate and loves cuddling with you. And by the way, she’s really warm too so bonus points. <3

- Kaede likes to write songs for you. It’s one of her ways of showing you affection since she just LOVES YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!

- If this girl had one wish, it would be to teach you piano. She would literally be SO SO happy if you asked her to help. Seeing you collect hobbies just makes her smile. <3

- Speaking of smiles, she literally has the most cutest smile EVER (she’s just so cuteness in general!!!). Whenever you see her smile, you feel warm inside.

- If you’re ever insecure about something, she will drown you in compliments. Kaede loves EVERYTHING about you and will do anything just to make you feel better about yourself.

- She doesn’t really care about PDA; she will show you affection in public (such as kissing, hand holding idfk) and will only stop if you ask her to. But when you two are alone she BOMBS you with affection!!

- Girl just wants to protect you no matter what- even if you can protect yourself. She just wants to keep you safe.

- She LOVES going on picnics, the environment there is perfect for her. Extra points if you make her a flower crown. <3

Angie Yonaga

- She asks if she can use you as a reference for her paintings- but this is actually just an excuse to spend time with you! (thanks to the random person who told me this in 2021, I never forgot about this amazing headcanon.)

- She will hold you in her arms and cuddle you while saying sweet and comforting things, her hugs are amazing too.

- Angie loves scented candles- she places them all around the room when painting. It brings a tranquil aura to the place though, so you don’t really mind.

- The scented candles are also there for cuddling time. She just loves them. A lot. ok anyway,,

- Her love language is physical touch, Angie loves the feeling of your skin. She doesn’t care if it’s soft, rough or anything because she will still be affectionate no matter what. <3

- Her compliments are always so endearing.

- Whenever you’re feeling down, she gives you lots of reasons to enjoy life just to make you feel better!! <3

- Angie has a very soothing voice, she likes to sing you melodic songs when you’re struggling to sleep.

- Like Kaede, she doesn’t really care about PDA. She will give you forehead and hand kisses (omg I love her sm) and will stop if you ask her too. But she BOMBS you with kisses in private.

NSFW

Celestia Ludenberg

- She’s dominant. If you try to dominate her, you’re going to fail immediately.

- Face sitting? Hell yeah.

- BDSM is a yes to her, she loves tying you up and seeing you whimper and squirm.

- Footjobs for sure, the knee-high stockings stay ON though. (She makes you wash them later.)

- Celeste is a sadist for sure, so she likes to step on you. Or she just likes to use her feet a lot…

- She loves it when you use her mouth.

- She’s more of a receiver than a giver, she barely gives you blowjobs. You just eat her out most of the time.

- When Celeste is riding you, I’d say she’s kind of belligerent? Not that aggressive enough to break your cock.

- Another thing she does is that she puts her gunmetal plated ring against your face so you can whimper due to how cold it is.

- She degrades you by calling you stuff such as her “servant”.

- Her aftercare isn’t really the best, but she’s trying at least…? If you’re feeling sore, she’ll give you a massage.

- Surprisingly skilled at using her tongue, so she’s more of a giver than a receiver.

Aoi Asahina

- Shy, but giggly.

- Literally SO loud, she’s out here releasing screams and moans.

- Her hair is down when she’s in the mood, I mean she does look good with her hair down soooo…

- You two probably fucked in the locker rooms.

- Its pretty easy to make her cum- and she also produces a lot too.

- Hina can last for a very long time, she’s got the stamina.

- She likes any position where it involves standing up. But if you don’t like being on your legs, that’s fine with her!

- Shower sex too.

- She likes being fucked against the glass, the way how her breasts push firmly against it… omg.

- Afraid of messing something up, she will constantly ask if she’s doing alright to get your approval.

- I was laughing so fucking hard when I thought of this but she has probably and unfortunately shoved a pool noodle inside of her when thinking about you.

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Can you write about the reader being self-conscious about her weight? Like, she isn’t overweight or anything, but she still has some excess fat that makes her feel insecure. Donna notices, and immediately reassured her that Donna loves her for who she is. (And then they fuck after)

Yess!! Thank you for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :)))

Perfect for me

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, insecurities, smut, Minors DNI

Word count: 4,866

Summary: She loves you, but you don't love your body...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! Remember to love yourselves!!!! :))

“Do you want more?” Donna asked, in the middle of a dinner, not a dinner like many others, this was a special dinner.

After you had to pinch yourself several times to realize that the romantic relationship with Donna Beneviento, powerful and feared Lord of the village was real, you had finally taken the definitive step, the step that had no turning back and that you were wanting for a long time: to move in with her.

You couldn't be more in love, and she, she seemed happy, excited to have found in you what she was looking for so long: someone to love. No matter how difficult it might be to break her silence, to reach her heart. Once you arrived, you no longer wanted to leave. You wanted to spend your entire life with her.

And there you were, enjoying one of her culinary delights, an art of cooking that you had rarely seen and that you never imagined that someone like her would have.

You nodded with a smile, extending your plate towards her.

“There you go, tesoro,” she told you kindly, also pouring you some more wine. Yes, it was a special night, and you would do anything to make it not end, so that you could realize that night you were not going to come home, you would never come back.

“Another piece?” a sing-song, squeaky voice asked.

 In every romance, in every love story there always had to be an obstacle, something that prevented you and Donna from love yourselves properly. Angie doll.

At first she was jealous; you stole the attention of her owner but later, well, tolerating you would define the puppet's feelings towards you very well. But that didn't mean that she had no impediment to messing with you whenever she could, like that night.

“Well yes, I want more of this delicious lasagna,” you said in an ironic tone, enjoying the smell of the food and giving a mocking look at the doll, who laughed irritatingly.

“At this rate, you're going to explode,” said Angie, as exaggerated as always.

Normally those jokes and unpleasant words went unnoticed by your ears but on this occasion, a knot formed in your stomach.

One of the things you and Donna had in common were the absurd complexes you had about yourselves.

You were never thin, and it was true that your body was nothing unhealthy, or excessively bulky, anything like that. Genetics simply cursed you with a small excess of fat that accumulated in the worst areas of your body. You were never unhealthy, you never had problems with your weight, but looking at yourself in the mirror was a bit overwhelming for you.

For that reason, Angie's stupid comment reached deep into your mind, making you eat slowly, as if you felt like you really had a problem, when you didn't.

“Angie...” Donna sighed, shaking her head. “Leave (Y/N) alone, and me too. This is a romantic dinner.”

“Don't worry, nothing's wrong,” you said, playing down the importance on the outside. Inside you were still thinking about how much your body would be deformed if you devoured that last piece of lasagna. “Besides, you're right, I've eaten too much.”

A squeaky giggle told you how happy made Angie that you agreed with her. Donna studied your face suspiciously. She may have been a sick, disturbed and very sensitive woman, but she was not stupid, not at all.

“Is everything okay, tesoro?” She asked in a low voice, taking your trembling hand that held the fork, repressing the instinct to devour that lasagna.

 “Yes, yes, I...” You said with a fake smile, deciding that the doll was just joking, and that it was okay to eat that last piece. You had tried to overcome your complexes, but the more your relationship progressed, the bigger they became.

Fortunately, dinner passed without further incident, except for that small part of your conscience that was screaming to torment you.

Your first night, your first breakfast in that house was better than you expected. Donna was attentive, loving, affectionate… She tried to please you with anything, even if it was just with a smile.

The days passed slowly and quickly at the same time. Coexistence didn’t end the magic of your love, as your friends predicted, quite the opposite.

Spending the whole day with Donna, helping her with her dolls, cooking together, or just having tea with the sound of the waterfall in the background, was more than you had ever dreamed of. It's a shame that Angie's acid comment occupied more and more room on your thoughts.

“(Y/N), tesoro...” A soft whisper woke you up from one of your usual nightmares. “Wake up.”

You opened your eyes, lazing in the comfort of her lap while she read. It was an increasingly common habit during those quiet afternoons in which Miranda, nor the rest of the Lords didn’t exist. It was Just Donna and you.

You smiled, turning on your back to admire her tender smile, to feel the softness of her caresses on your skin.

“I'm sorry, I think I fell asleep,” you said with a tender, hoarse voice. She smiled even more, leaning down to kiss you with all the love she was capable of.

“It seems so,” Donna said, amused, after taking your lips as her playground, making those bad thoughts disappear, even if it was just for a moment. “What do you want for dinner?”

“Oh, I, um...” You said, sitting up, suppressing the noises coming from your stomach. “I think, I think I want the same as yesterday.”

“Yesterday?” She asked, frowning. “Yesterday you only had a glass of milk for dinner, tesoro. You must be hungry.”

Yes, she was right. Maybe you thought that if you ate less at night, those hang-ups about your body would disappear.

“I'm not hungry, really,” you said with a fake smile. Unfortunately, your stomach started growling again, giving away your true feelings. Donna looked at you amused, but with an air of concern.

“(Y/N), this isn't all because of Angie's comment, right?” She asked, approaching you, whispering sympathetically in her ear. “You know you shouldn't take seriously everything she…”

“No! No...” You said in a slightly hurried way. Donna knew you more than you thought. It was not an easy task to deceive her. “I mean, no, not at all. I'm just not very hungry.”

“Well, in that case...” Donna said, the suspicion never leaving her face, encouraging you and calming your nerves with one of her healing caresses. “How about a salad?”

You smiled but not because of the offer, but because of the tenderness that a dangerous Lord should not show with a mortal like you.

“One of those wonderful salads? With cheese?” You asked with a good girl face, approaching her and letting yourself be hugged, as if she were comforting you for something that she sensed was happening, but that you had not dared to tell her.

“With whatever you want, principessa,” Donna whispered in your ear, kissing your forehead and getting up to fulfill your hungry desires.

“Hey, Donna...” You said, getting up too and making her turn around.

That small show of affection made you dare to let your worries out for a moment. It's a shame that, once again, your insecurity acted like a wall that you built between you and her.

“I just wanted to tell that I love you,” you said, with sincerity and sadness. You never wasted the opportunity to let her know the love you felt, but this time it was just a cowardly excuse to hide your thoughts, those voices in your head that screamed at you, reminding you of your complexes.

“(Y/N), if you're worried about something, you know you can...” Donna said, ignoring your declaration of love, masterfully knowing that you weren't saying it like on other occasions.

“No, really, I...” you said hurriedly, holding her hands and trying to keep her gaze. “I'm fine, Donna.”

She nodded, but on her way downstairs, she turned her gaze several times. You didn't know how to pretend or lie.

“Wow, it seems like you were hungry after all,” Donna said amused, watching you devour that delicious salad. You smiled too, nodding resignedly.

“Yes, well...” You murmured, hiding your embarrassment behind a glass of water. Donna seemed calm, not asking you again what was going on in your mind. Instead, her gaze fell on the destroyed sleeve of your dress.

“How old is that dress?” She asked curiously, gesturing for you to extend your hand towards her. You obeyed, shrugging your shoulders.

“I don't know, maybe 5 or 6 years,” you commented, observing her curious touch on the old fabric. “It’s comfortable.”

“And very old too, (Y/N)...” The doll maker commented, meticulously observing the seams, giving her total disapproval of that battered dress. “Mmm… Decided.”

You looked at her amused, watching her studious expression as she nodded, her mind far, far away from dinner.

“What have you decided?” You asked, interrupting her thoughts, embarrassingly finishing your salad.

“I'm going to make you a dress, (Y/N), a new one,” she said, with a loving smile.

“For me? Oh, come on, it's not necessary,” you said, making a gesture with your hand to downplay it, to hide the blush that this proposal caused on your skin.

“Of course it is. You can't go around in a dress that's falling apart,” she said, her voice serious, crossing her arms casually.

“It's true, I forget that you are a powerful Lord,” you joked, rolling your eyes. “What would Mother Miranda say if she saw me looking like this…”

“Do you know what she would say, (Y/N)?” Donna asked, now with a seductive voice, leaning towards you. You shook your head, ready for one of those compliments you didn't think you deserved. “She would say that you are the most beautiful girl in the world.”

You sighed, and shook your head again.

“That's not true,” you said, with the demons of your complexes destroying that moment. Sometimes you didn't need Angie to have a bad time. You only need yourself.

“It is,” the lady in black said, with a firm voice, joining her hands and getting up from the table. “Go to the bedroom, tesoro. I'm going to pick this up.”

“To the bedroom? What’s on your mind?” You asked curiously, expecting an answer a little less shy than usual.

 Well, you weren't surprised that Donna was the one who wanted a night of passion. Since you moved, that hadn't happened. Maybe it hadn't come up, or maybe the thought of getting naked in front of her scared you.

“Oh, I wasn’t thinking... About, about that...” She said, shy, blushing, with an attitude more typical of her. “I have… I have to measure you, (Y/N). You know, for the dress.”

“Oh, sure,” you sighed, somewhat disappointed. How stupid, why would you want Donna to want to give you some love? Only to reject her like since that dinner?

You obeyed, looking like an idiot to see if that salad had an immediate effect on your body. You were almost crazy, obsessed with your appearance, imagining a horrible scenario in which Donna would throw you out of her house just because of your body, just because of those areas that you were ashamed of.

No matter how impossible it was, that fear was still with you, it followed you everywhere. There were no longer showers, hot baths together. There was nothing that involved stripping you naked in front of her. You didn't want Donna to think she was the problem.

Her complexes were big, dangerous, and sometimes caused horrible crises that you learned to calm. But her fears disappeared thanks to your smiles, thanks to your words of love. You didn't understand that the look of her, being in love with you in your eyes didn't cause the same effect.

“Okay, I'm here,” Donna said, entering the room, when your gaze was fixed on the floor, avoiding looking at the mirror, avoiding looking at yourself.

Donna gestured for you to get off the bed and you obeyed.

“Let's see... Ahem, (Y/N) I need you... to take off that dress,” she said with an embarrassing whisper, stretching out the measuring tape she was carrying.

Your breathing suddenly hitched at that request and fear was visible in your eyes. The trembling of your hands didn't go unnoticed by Donna, and she grabbed one of them, looking at you with a worried expression.

“(Y/N), tesoro,” she whispered in your ear, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“Yes, yes, of course,” you said hurriedly, squeezing your eyes and slowly unbuttoning your dress, letting it fall to the wooden floor. “Sorry.”

“Calm down,” she whispered again, kissing your cheek and bringing her hands to your arms, gently lifting them until they were extended. “I'll finish right away.”

You nodded, refusing to open your eyes. You refused to look at that mirror. You refused to see the beautiful, thin Donna next to you. She was a goddess and you were a girl with a more fat than normal. Not due to lack of exercise or due to your passion for her dishes. No, that was a burden you carried unfairly since you were born.

“Okay...” Donna murmured, running the tape over your arms and writing down your measurements in a small notebook. You weren't surprised that she barely paid any attention to you. Donna was always extremely meticulous with her work. “Alright, (Y/N), turn around.”

You obeyed being free to open your eyes, to look at her concentrated expression as that tape mercilessly measured your figure, throwing up numbers and results that should surely embarrass you.

“Perfect...” The lady murmured, finishing measuring your bust, an act that, in other circumstances, could even be erotic to you. “Okay, now the waist,” she said, before bending down a little and surrounding your abdomen with the tape, something that made you shudder.

The trembling, and the embarrassed sobs that you couldn't suppress, were enough reasons to unfocus Donna, who looked at you curiously.

“(Y/N), what's wrong?” She asked, writing down the last numbers in the notebook, releasing you from that cursed tape that confirmed how horrible your body was.

“Nothing,” you said with a broken voice, revealing your shame. Donna shook her head, gaping, confused, and put the tape away, setting it on a dresser and grabbing your sweaty hands, guiding you to sit on the bed.

“How long do you plan to keep lying to me, (Y/N)?” She asked, but not with contempt, not with reproaches. It was a soft question, with a soft, reassuring tone. “My love… My flower… Please tell me what is tormenting you.”

“It's nothing,” you said, pushing away the soft hand that lifted your chin so your eyes betrayed your worries as you looked into hers.

“Yes it is, tesoro. You barely eat, you have nightmares, you don't want... You don't want to intimate with me, you don't want me to look at you... It's like you don't want to be here,” Donna explained worriedly, abandoning her attempt to make you look at her, sighing with apathy and helplessness.

“I want to be here, Donna. I love you, you already know,” you said abruptly, overcome by all those emotions. When people get nervous, they talk nonsense. That's what was happening to you.

“It doesn't seem like it... It's like, like you're afraid of me,” she said, with an increasingly sad voice. It was just as you had thought. Your problems had passed on to her. They had made Donna think it was her fault. You had to clarify that.

“I'm not afraid of you. It's not your fault, okay?” You said abruptly again, annoyed, offended by her impertinent existence. “I'm the one who doesn't understand you. Tell me, what are you doing with me?”

The question surprised the woman, who stepped back a bit, searching her mind for a reason for your words, a reason that didn't exist.

“What are you talking about? I don't understand you, (Y/N). You’re worrying me,” she said, shaking her head, taking one of your hands, a hand that you pushed away from with an angry gasp, getting up from the bed.

“Look at me Donna! Look how horrible my body is!” You screamed, crying, sobbing, pointing to your belly, your legs, making the woman in black see the horrible spectacle she had in front of her.

“What? ” She asked, also getting up and grabbing you by the shoulders, with her eye wide open and her breathing heavy. “Relax, (Y/N)”

“I don't want to relax!” You shouted, emphasizing your anger by clenching your fists on both sides of your hips. “Look at me, Donna, my belly is horrible, my arms are fat. What I do doesn't matter, if I don't eat, if I do sports… My body is always like this, it's that... Horrible.”

“Horrible? No, honey, you're not horrible, your body is...” Donna said, trying in vain to calm you down with her voice. Your complexes were raw. You could no longer calm down. You needed the truth that your mind punished you with. You needed to hear her say that you were right. You didn't want lies.

“I don't care what you say, Donna. You're not going to be honest with me,” you said, relaxing your breathing, but unpleasantly removing the hands that held your shoulders.

“I’m not lying, (Y/N). Your body is beautiful,” the doll maker said, darkening her voice and her expression. You should know you couldn't argue with her. It was impossible.

“That's a lie... Just look at you, Donna, your body is perfect... You can't pretend that you can be attracted to someone like me,” you murmured, pointing her up and down. She sighed, looking at you with deep sadness. You had said something, something that had made her feel terribly bad.

The lady in black stepped back, her eye now shining with tears and her head bowed, disappointed and offended.

“You think so, (Y/N),” she whispered, nodding reluctantly, controlling her breathing as you had taught her. “What do you tell me about this, huh? Do you think this is perfect?” She asked, pointing to her face, to the horrible flaw she had on it.

You never gave importance to that horrible scar. It couldn't eclipse a beauty like hers. You soon realized what a big mistake your words made.

“I didn't... I didn't mean that...” You murmured, lowering your tone, changing anger for sadness and regret.

“Do you think I'm not afraid you won't love me because of this? Do you think I haven't spent nights crying, telling myself I'm a monster? Telling myself you couldn't you love me?” She continued asking, with a more aggressive tone, getting closer to you.

“That never mattered to me, Donna,” you said with a firm voice, being completely sincere with what you were saying.

“Ah, so... Why are you worried about your body?” She finally asked, cupping your face in her pale hands, feeling the warmth of her comfort on your skin.

“I don't know,” you stammered, letting yourself fall into her embrace, a tender, strong and determined one. Her arms surrounded your half-naked body, squeezing it tightly against hers while your head rested on her chest.

“You shouldn't think that way, (Y/N)...” She whispered, cradling you with a gentle rock, calming her breathing next to yours, making you feel protected, loved.

“I guess I can't help it,” you sobbed against the black fabric of her dress before she pulled you away from her embrace just to wipe away the tears that fell down your cheeks.

“You are beautiful, tesoro. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever been lucky to see...” She whispered lovingly, kissing your cheeks, your neck, kissing everything she had within reach. “I don't care if you don't believe me. I love you, (Y/N), I love you just the way you are. I don't need a perfect woman. I don't want a perfect woman. I want you, you understand?”

“You could have someone better than me,” you said, fighting with the attacks of your complexes, which were now fighting an arduous battle with her words of comfort.

She smiled and shook her head, lowering her hands to your waist.

“I could never have someone better than you,” Donna whispered in your ear, before her lips went to yours to kiss them fiercely, with passion, providing evident proof of her love, of her understanding, proof that you were more important than your body.

After a few moments, in which your breathing was in rhythm with your kisses, you moved away from her, falling back onto her shoulder, keeping her body, the heat of her comfort, very close to you.

“I want you to promise me one thing, (Y/N),” Donna asked you, with a soft whisper, now, getting her eye to pierce yours. You nodded, unsure if you could keep that unknown promise.

“I'll try...” You said, crestfallen, looking again for that lull you needed, the warmth of her arms protecting your shame.

“No, you will, (Y/N),” she told you with a stern tone, placing her hands on your bare shoulders, squeezing them. “You have to promise me that you will stop fooling around with your weight. You go to lunch and dinner whenever you are hungry. Don't you dare lie to me again, okay?”

“But, Donna, if I stop eating, maybe...”

“No, (Y/N). There is nothing wrong with your weight, I want you to repeat it, come on.”

"There is no...” You said stammering, ashamed of your behavior.

No, you didn't need to lose weight, you didn't need it, you needed to take care of yourself like you had always done, and accept the reality of your body. It wasn't going to change because you starved, it would only affect your health. Donna was right, she was always right.

“Come on, my love... Say it,” the lady in black insisted, encouraging you with small kisses on your neck, with caresses on your back, which sent intense chills through all your nerves.

“There's nothing wrong with my weight,” you said, gasping at the pleasure of her wet kisses, of the way her nails dug into your bare skin.

“Not even with your body...” She whispered in your ear, with a tender but seductive smile, one that she knew you couldn't resist.

“Not even with my body,” you said, melted by her touch, by that way she had of adoring what you thought was horrible. A wide smile preceded more messy but intense kisses, the caresses that you were now also doing to her dress.

“That's it... You're beautiful, my love,” Donna whispered, taking you to the bed, lying you on it while she undid the buttons on her dress, ready to prove her words with actions. “I would spend my life admiring your nudity…”

“But I'm not naked,” you joked, biting your lip as you watched Donna undressing, as what you thought was perfection showed to you.

“Don't speak so quickly, principessa... That has an easy solution,” she said, pulling at your bra, getting rid of it as she climbed up your body, kissing you in every corner, especially in the areas that embarrassed you. Her kisses were better than a blessing, than empty words.

That was Donna's way of showing her love for you, for every part of your body; spread her hands all over your skin, kiss each corner of your now exposed body. You just gasped, moaned and enjoyed that adoration that a few minutes ago you considered a lie, a deception.

Wanting to show your own love, you turned her around, now climbing on top of her, freeing yourself from the black fabric that covered her perfect breasts for you, a spectacle of pure beauty before your eyes.

The kisses produced wet sounds while your hips came together on their own, moving at a slow pace, letting the sensations of the kisses still be noticeable in that increasingly hotter, more humid environment.

“My precious girl... My precious, (Y/N)...”  Donna sighed, taking a small moment to look at you, to enjoy her hands on your curves, tickling you with her soft caresses.

“You're making me blush, Donna,” you teased, kissing her neck, making your body dance beneath hers, moaning when her already bare thigh settled between your legs, not wanting to abandon you.

“That's what I'm trying to do,” she said, amused, looking with her eye for the best way to make you feel loved.

The palm of her hand passed over your chest, down your belly, down your legs, all under her attentive gaze, a gaze that was not cold at all, a gaze that mixed with the heat of the bedroom.

You looked at her too, wondering over and over again what kind of beauty she saw in you, what spell you had been able to cast on her to make her adore you, to make your skin like the best of fabrics, the best of textures that Donna had never touched.

The kisses returned again, and with them, more uncontrolled caresses. Your underwear gave way to the majestic skill of her hands while your consciousness became more and more clouded, exchanging complexes for pleasure, for an almost unmatched pleasure.

Donna placed a hand on your chest, keeping your back on the mattress and returning to that curious gaze, tilting her head with a mischievous smile.

“I won't get tired of telling you how beautiful you are,” she said, repeating again those words that sounded so strange and unbelievable to you. Before you could respond, she interrupted you with a chaste kiss, brief, but that gave away part of her intentions.

Her head lowered to your neck, sucking, licking and biting each of your sensitive areas while her hands roamed the length of your legs, going up, down and repeating until your hips asked for something else.

“Donna...” Was all you were able to say when her lips landed on your breasts, caressing the most sensitive area with her tongue, gently biting your nipple, making you enjoy it in an unexpected way.

She smiled against your skin, stopping her hand at the middle of your legs, caressing your wetness already eager for contact. A brief glance told you that this had only just begun.

“Let me worship you as you deserve...” Donna whispered, going down your belly, marking a path of wet kisses along your body before stopping on your inner thigh, before diving into that already needy place that her hand soothed.

The kisses met with your wetness, with your eager folds, passing through them, licking, tasting your arousal while you closed your eyes and simply thought of Donna. Not in your complexes, not in your body, not in that tense moment. No, you were only thinking about Donna, and her precise movements around your clit made you know that it was just what she wanted, what you needed, to think about her, only her.

The involuntary movements of your hips made those kisses more intense. Donna had to grab your legs to let her please you as you needed, as she thought you needed.

When your hunger calmed down letting a few discreet moans come out of your mouth, she was able to act, passing one of her fingers over the places her tongue ran before entering you, before your back hunched as you felt that pleasure.

Everything happened very quickly. Donna was always affectionate, attentive when it was time to intimate, gentle. That time nothing changed except for a shower of compliments and whispers of love, a shower of affection that matched her soft movements.

Getting rid of those hang-ups made your entire body relax too much, making you painfully close to your release. Donna noticed it and, curling her fingers inside you, she got what she wanted, making you scream with pleasure, making you let out everything bad that was in your mind to launch yourself into pleasure, into pure, unconditional love.

“I love you, Donna,” you said when you caught your breath, not giving her time to respond and throwing yourself fiercely into her arms, ready to give her back even a small part of everything she had done for you, of all her affection and lust.

The passion lasted a while longer. Your moans mixed with hers, the sound of your wetness rubbing at a slow pace silenced the voices that still remained from your torments. There was nothing like bringing your bodies together, like melting into that wet caress.

“(Y/N), honey...” Donna sighed, letting herself fall, defeated by your tireless movements, by your desire to love her almost as much as she did with you. “I hope you haven't forgotten your promise.”

“I haven't forgotten,” you said amused, climbing to rest on her chest and feel her protective arms on your body again.

“You are beautiful, you are perfect for me. Not a day will go by without you knowing it, I swear,” she said with a more serious tone, caressing your body, reaffirming her words.

“You are even more perfect, Donna…”

[russellsppttemplates]

mick smut (if you’re open to it): you complain that your neck and shoulders are sore when you come home from work and mick offers to give you a massage. that doesn’t last long before you’re both in bed and well …

Note: I've only posted two big pieces with smut in them, and while I love reading it, I don't think I'm that good at writing it. Still, a blurb seems less daunting to post! Also, I have the worst shoulder/neck pain right now so...

Cw: reader has muscle pains, smut

The minute you got home, Mick could tell something was bothering you, "what's the matter, liebling?", he wondered, kissing your lips as Angie sat by your feet, waiting for your usual greeting, "my neck and shoulders hurt", you groaned, letting him take you in his embrace and rest there for a bit, "Oh, Angie, baby, mama will pet you, just-", you hissed, touching her snout briefly, "That's as much as I can right now, babygirl", you pouted.

"Go and have a warm shower, okay? I'll finish dinner and I'll be upstairs when you finish to give you a massage, how does that sound?", he added as you nodded.

When the shower stopped running, Mick cleaned his hands on the kitchen towell and headed to your shared bedroom, finding you in your towell, "I have this cream here, it's supposed to help", you showed him the pot as he gestured for you to lay down chest facing the mattress.

"I'm going to this on your back to make you feel better, okay? If I hurt you, let me know, liebling", he said sweetly before you nodded, pushing the towell away from your back so he could give you a massage, "I'm sorry you feel like this", he said sincerely, kissing your bare skin as he followed along with his hands, rubbing in the product as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

The sweet lingering touches turned into more as he started kissing around your shoulders and neck, his teeth nibbling on your earlobe, "we can try another ways to release endorphins and soothe the pain", he checked with you before flipping you over.

Arranging the pillows how he knew you would be the most comfortable, “if anything I do hurts you, let me know, okay?" he checked over once again as you pulled on his t-shirt, "take this off", you whispered, enjoying the show as he undressed all in one go.

He knelt on the mattress, his lips kissing from yout lips to your chest, his hands on your chest as his thumb grazed your boobs, making you take one of the hands you had in his hair and place it on your boob, "it feels really good here, it's a good distraction", you muttered as he squeezed, taking from the way you whined pleasurably that it was feeling good for you.

"All good?", he checked in, his hand going to the spot between your legs that ached to be touched, his fingers circling your clit has he groaned, feeling the wetness that had gathered there. You whimpered at the feeling of his fingers, testing how you should move your body to meet his movements, "don't worry, liebling, I'm going use my fingers here", he said as his thumb circled your entrance, your faint mutter of an affirmative answer urging him on, "you're doing so well for me, so so so good", he praised when he felt your hand looking for his, lacing your fingers together in his as his other hand continued its ministrations, adding a second finger when he saw how well you were responding to his touches, your moans and leg squirms indicating that you were close, "you can come whenever you want to, darling", he said, unlacing your fingers and going back to your nipples, hoping the extra stimulation would bring you over the edge.

"Mick, I'm going to cum", the words tumbled from you as you did, your eyes closed as your expression looked like pure bliss to your husband. When you opened your eyes, heat rose to your cheeks as you realised you came in a very short amount of time while Mick was still fully dressed, your eyes landing on his penis before he supported his weight on his arms on the mattress on either side of you to kiss your forehead.

"It doesn't hurt that much, if you're willing to do most of the work, I'll be fine", you giggled, pulling his hips to meet yours, his arms supporting his body on either side of yours so he could finally slide inside you, his thrusts building their speed as Mick held you closely to his body, kissing your lips and mumbling praises to eachother, “I love you”, he muttered into the skin, "you're always so good to me", you groaned back as you felt his high coming soon.

Moving his hand to your clit, Mick circled the bundle of nerves to get you there too, feeling your walls squeeze him as he muttered announcement that he was close, the both of you cumming as his hand moved to caress your tummy.

A few minutes after, Mick scooted away from you so he could face you, "Did it help in anything?", he said as he caressed your cheeks, his lips going straight to your lips to steal a peck, "I feel really good, better than any painkiller", you giggled as you snuggled further into his chest, "thank you handsome".

[justmochi]

sixth sense

pairing :: eden x seokmin (feat. evelyn + noah)

word count :: 2.9k

synopsis :: seokmin meets evangeline for the first time.

time :: january 8, 2024

warnings :: fluff overload. uncle dk + auntie eden!

a/n :: the baby fever i have just writing these is terrible i HAE IT HEREEEE

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“Right here.” Eden pointed to Evelyn’s house with her free hand.

Seokmin pulls into the driveway, putting the car into park before getting a look at the exterior of her house. “It looks so different from the last time I was here.”

“Oh yeah, she liked to move stuff around when she was pregnant.” She unbuckled her seatbelt, turning her body towards him with an anticipating smile. “Are you ready?”

He nodded, chuckling with uncertainty. “Yeah but you’re making me kind of nervous.”

“No, don’t be nervous. It’s gonna be fine.”

She got out, meeting him on his side of the car, watching as he grabbed a gift bag from the backseat. “What’s that?”

“Oh, nothing.” He winked, holding his hand out for her.

She took his hand, leading him to the doorstep and ringing the doorbell. Within seconds, Noah opened the door.

“Hey!” His eyes widened, speaking to Seokmin in his broken Korean.

Eden pouted as they both gave each other a pat on the back.

“Welcome back, kiddo.” She reaches her arms around him to give him a quick hug. “It feels like yesterday that we last saw each other.

Eden rolls her eyes, giving him a playful punch to the gut. “It was yesterday, you dork.”

He stepped aside to let them in, shutting the door behind them. “You made it back just in time, dinner is almost ready.”

She swears she could see delight flash in Seokmin’s eyes. He loved Evelyn’s cooking. But he loved her kimchi even more.

“Is that drool I see?” She joked.

He snapped out of his daze, covering his mouth to make sure he wasn’t actually drooling.

“Don’t worry, I’m the same way.” Noah nodded at him with sympathy.

They discarded their shoes and coats before venturing deeper into the house. Eden grabbed Seokmin’s hand, leading him into the kitchen where the tasty aroma was coming from.

“Oh, Evelyn.” She sang, watching as she put the wooden spoon down and turned to them. She quickly smiled upon seeing Seokmin.

“Welcome back! I haven’t seen you in forever!” She turned the dial down on the stove, quickly making her way to wrap her arms around him. “How have you been?”

“Very well, thank you. I hope everything’s going well for you too.”

“Better than expected, thanks to my baby sister.” She let go of Seokmin, moving on to give Eden a kiss on the side of her head with a hug. “I was wondering why you went home last night and asked for a double batch.”

“Surprise!”

“Will you be staying?” Evelyn looked between the couple with a hopeful look.

Eden bumped her elbow into Seokmin’s side with a smirk. “Pay up.”

“What were you making bets on?”

“That you would ask him to stay.” She looked up at him. “Told you that overnight bag would come in handy.”

“She’s right about that.” Evelyn raised her hand to Eden, the two girls giving each other a high five. “I have about thirty minutes left for dinner. You wanna go say hi to Evangeline while you wait?”

Seokmin looked at his girlfriend with a gleam in his eyes. It did not go unnoticed how much he loved children. “Can we?”

“Of course.” Evelyn turned on her heel, making her way back to the stove. “Who else would I trust to watch her whenever Noah and I have a date or weekend getaway?”

“See? I told you that too.” She was right about everything. She told Seokmin way back that they would be the first people they would call if they needed someone to watch Eva when they had errands to run or wanted to take a short vacation.

Noah led them to the living room where Evangeline was laying in her baby swing, reaching above her for the clouds that dangled in the air. Her father sat down on the couch beside her, watching as Seokmin carefully tiptoed behind Eden.

Eden sat on her knees in front of the rocker, looking up at her boyfriend. His eyes were wide and he was covering his mouth with his hand. She reached out her hand for him, motioning him to sit down next to her. Her smile was bigger than life when watching his reaction to the baby.

“Eunbyeol,” She whispered to him. He crossed his legs, plopping down next to her.

The child was kicking her feet with a smile on her face at the familiar and unfamiliar face in front of her.

Seokmin looked between Evangeline and Noah, smiling at how alike they looked. “She looks like you.” He spoke softly.

“She has the best parts of both of us,” He folds his hands together, rotating the ring around his finger. “Some days, I see myself in her, but other days, all I see is Evelyn.”

“She’s…” He trailed off, trying to form the right words but nothing coming out.

“She’s perfect, right?” Eden helped him, tucking her hair behind her ear as she gave the rocker a tiny push so she could keep swinging.

“Perfect about sums it up.”

“Even then, perfect isn’t the right word to describe her, but it’s the closest thing so we’re going with that.” Noah directed his smile towards Eden, reciting her previous words back to her.

“She’s so cute.” Seokmin pouts, tilting his head while watching the girl having the funnest time swinging back and forth.

“For the sake of full disclosure, there’s no one we trust more with her than you guys.” He reassured him, knowing that there was a possibility he would have the same doubts as Eden.

Eden snorted, patting her palm against Seokmin’s back. He looked at her with a smile, watching her eyes float from his to his mole.

“I do ask that we wait til after dinner to hold her because she just ate not too long ago, and I don’t think either of you will wanna be holding her when she drops that atomic bomb.”

Eden covered her face, leaning into Seokmin as she began laughing. “He’s right. It’s absolutely terrible.”

His cheeks flushed as he tried not to show too much of a reaction. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to laugh or cry.

The whole family was stuffed from dinner, Noah and Evelyn taking to the couch to settle down and watch over Evangeline. Eden was pulling Seokmin upstairs to show her the nursery. She had sent him pictures a few weeks ago, but it was so much better in person.

She held his hand, pushing open the door and turning on the light. It wasn’t a lot, but it was something she was proud of. She gave him a tour of the room, pulling open the drawers and pushing them back. Then she showed him the crib, pointing to the Krunk doll with Eden’s outfit on. “Don’t ask.”

Seokmin giggled, squeezing onto her hand tighter. He paid half attention to their surroundings, the other half fixated on her. He could tell just by looking at her face and the way she showed him around just how passionate she was about her work. His heart ached.

“And lastly…” She walked over to the nightlight Evelyn had bought, turning it on before switching off the ceiling light. They both looked up to see the device projecting the northern lights. “I hadn’t actually seen it in absolute darkness yet.”

Seokmin’s mouth was agape as the lights flowed seamlessly on the ceiling. She flipped back on the light, turning the projector off and approaching him to wrap her arms around his waist. “What do you think?”

He smiled down at her, flattening the sides of her hair. “It’s even better than the pictures.” He left a soft kiss on her lips, brushing his thumb against her cheek. He kept smiling and it was enough to make her forget where they were and who was waiting for them.

“Ready to introduce yourself to Eunbyeol?” Eden grabbed his hand, holding it inside both of hers.

“It’s not like I’ve been waiting all night.” He mumbled to himself.

“Trust me, I noticed.” She didn’t let go of his hand as they left the nursery, walking back downstairs to the couch.

Seokmin didn’t notice at all, but Eden and Evelyn shared a look, a silent understanding that he was ready to meet Eva.

“Oh wait, I gotta go get her my present.” The lightbulb went off on the top of his head, excusing himself from the room.

Eden tucked her hair behind her shoulders, kneeling to where Evangeline was rocking in her swing and carefully picking her up. She looked 100x more interested in Eden’s features than the mobile that hung over her. Evelyn audibly pouted, something she did every time her sister would pick her up.

“Hi there,” Her voice climbed a few octaves, pressing her nose against Eva’s as they both giggled. She took a seat on the sofa, the baby fitting perfectly in the fold of her arm as she tucked her legs under herself. She noticed a fallen eyelash on her cheek, gently dusting it away with her finger. Her tiny eyes curved into a smile, but her attention wasn’t on Eden.

Eden looked to her left, seeing Seokmin standing in the entryway. She wasn’t sure how long he had been standing there, but she quickly patted the spot next to her for him to sit. “Lookie,”

He sat down next to her, resting his chin on her shoulder to look closely at Evangeline’s face. Eden took her pacifier out and the girl started to coo. It was something she did when she was happy. She then started to squeak, a giggle on the edge of her tongue.

Seokmin gasped silently, covering his mouth in shock. He completely forgot about the present in his hand until Evelyn brought attention to it.

“So, what did you get her?” She seemed even more excited than the baby.

“Oh right,” He grabbed the gift bag that sat next to his feet, reaching in to pull out a tiny object wrapped in pink paper.

Eden watched him take apart the wrapping paper, eyes widening and lips pouting as she realized what it was.

“Here’s your own BongBongie!” He spoke softly, waving it to Evangeline to mimic dancing.

“They are literally so perfect for each other.” Evelyn turned her head to whisper to Noah. The other couple raised their heads, not hearing her the first time. She shook her head and waved them off as Noah chuckled, wrapping his arm around his wife.

Seokmin’s attention turned back to the baby girl, humming a song as he marched the tiny BongBongie plush up her onesie. She was happy and delighted from the noises she was making, they just didn’t know what from. Seokmin or the BongBongie toy?

“Ready to hold her?” Eden looked at him, motioning Evangeline to him. He shuffled a bit on the cushions like he was being handed a huge responsibility. He put his gift down on her lap and held out his arms. She smiled, gently passing her to Seokmin and not letting go until she was certain he had a firm hold on her.

Eden looked at her sister and Noah, both having the same look of approval on their faces. She turned back to Seokmin, placing her elbow on the top of the couch and using her hand to hold her head up.

“Hellooo, hello,” He said hello to her twice, one time in Korean and the other in English. “Nice to finally meet you, Eunbyeol. I’m Seokmin.”

She stared up at him, her mouth open as all eyes were on them. Eden wondered for a moment if Eva saw the same thing that she did whenever she looked at Seokmin.

She blew messy raspberries past her lips, giggling and squealing up at the man. He didn’t notice how the entire room let out a sigh of relief when Eva voiced her approval for him.

“Almost a month old and she already has a good judge of character.” Evelyn’s grin is hidden behind her wine glass as she sips from it. Seokmin and Eden both look at her.

“Does she?” He cocked his eyebrow at her, looking down at Eva to see she liked what he did with his eyebrows. He continued to make goofy faces for her and filled the living room with her adorable laughs.

“I am wholeheartedly convinced. She hated being picked up by the nurses at the hospital, the doctors, even Noah’s brother. She started crying when mom and dad held her for the first time.” Evelyn shared her observation with Eden. It all came back to her and she was starting to think that maybe she was right.

“But you two, she must have a sixth sense when it comes to people. She didn’t cry or fuss when Eden held her for the first time. Look at her now, she really likes you, Seokmin.” Evelyn pursed her lips, trying to hide her emotions in front of them. Being postpartum made her more sensitive to everything. “At least we know she’s in good hands when we have to leave her.”

Evelyn put her palm over Noah’s knee, giving him a hopeful squeeze.

Eden tasted something salty on her lips, not realizing that she was tearing up as her sister spoke. She quickly wiped all evidence of it away, resting her chin on Seokmin’s shoulder as they both watched Eva.

They let the movie they were watching play until it was over. Evangeline managed to fall asleep soundly in Seokmin’s arms without a fuss. Evelyn too fell asleep but was magically ready to wake up and take Eva to bed once the credits started rolling. She pushed herself off the couch, toeing over to him with a smile.

“Thank you for looking after her.” She thanked him, taking Eva from his arms as she stirred a bit from feeling her being taken away from Seokmin, who she had already grown used to.

He winced, truly feeling the static in his arm from holding her for so long. Eden reached over for him, her fingers pressing into the skin of his shoulder, all the way down to his wrist.

“It happens, but we endure it for her.” She smiled.

Noah got up from the couch, rubbing his palms together. “We’ll be heading to bed soon. Have to stick to a schedule or everyone will be all out of sorts. Please, make yourself at home.”

“Thank you.” Seokmin raised his hand, thanking Noah. He nodded, walking toward them and reaching for Eva’s new BongBongie plush. “I have a feeling Evelyn will want this.”

Eden giggled, holding her boyfriend's hand as they watched Noah disappear upstairs. She sighed, smiling to herself. “Are you tired?”

He pulled her closer to his chest, muffling her laughs in his chest. “My body is. I feel like I may have a cramp or two. You?”

“A little. The wine and all.” She put her hands on his chest, looking down at his smile. “Did you bring your things in?”

He shook his head. “I should go get that.” She used her knees to crawl off of him, reaching her arms up and doing her best to pull him off the couch. He wasn’t helping her in any way.”

“I’ll go get the bed ready. Meet you upstairs.”

Seokmin nodded, giving her one last departing kiss on top of her head before he made his way to the foyer and out the door. Eden got the bedroom ready, pulling out the sheets and changing into comfier clothes.

She perked up when seeing him in the hallway with his bag, stepping aside and closing the door when he was in. They did their best to be quiet and get ready for bed in the guest bathroom.

She sat on her side of the bed, covering her bottom half with the comforter and watching him plop down next to her with a big sigh.

“Long day?” She laid her chin on his chest, looking up at him.

He smiled, subtly shaking his head. He smiled in her direction, brushing his fingers through her hair. 

“So… what do you think?” She waited for him to answer with a grin, knowing that he would validate what she knew to be true.

“She really is perfect.” His eyes smiled along with his lips at the sight of hers. “Really, like she looks equally like her mom and dad. And she’s so…calm.”

“I knew she would like you.” She traced her finger over the embroidery on his shirt. When she looked back up into his eyes, she sensed something deeper in meaning behind his expression.

He didn’t have to use words to get his point across. It seemed they had both thought of the same thing at one point. They both were so completely unaware of the need to see each other with children. Now that they both witnessed it, it seemed their minds were running overtime to come up with different scenarios in which they saw more of the other with kids. He was clearly imagining what Eden would look like holding their very own child in the future. It flashed before his eyes for a split second before Evangeline had acknowledged him, bringing him back to reality. He was certain, believing that she was indeed compatible with children. Tonight was only more confirmation.

She would be lying if she said she wasn’t imagining the same exact things as him.

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you deserve hell fire for this chapter. my emotions are everywhere. do you get off on pain? do you hate me? do you hate your other readers? do you hate the 141? do you hate dove? DO YOU HATE HAPPINESS???

The description of Graves is absolutely and utterly fucking disgusting and I feel like puking reading about it so thank you for that angie 😐 how dare you let him put his hands on dove????? HE GRABBED AND AND PUSHED HER TO THE GROUND. “She’s getting kicked down repeatedly.” - You in my Dm’s 2 days ago. I DIDNT KNOW YOU MEANT LITERALLY😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 WHAT IS WDONG WITH YOU😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 He put his nasty foot on her which okay first off, he needs to kill himself in the most violent way possible.

Im going to off on a nursing rant here because whenever I see injured mentioned in fanfiction my little nurse brain becomes happy. The pressure he would’ve had to put on her to actually crack and or break her rib is insane. People think it’s easy to break a rib but in reality ribs are protecting the heart, lungs and multiple other very needed organs. They NEED to be strong. He would’ve had to been practically stepping on her, he needed to be meaning to break her rib. Not to mention the healing process of broken ribs is excruciating. Anyways….

I come to your unholy abode to murder you with my screaming of how fucking amazing the chapter was despite my crying. The way they were worried about her, the way they were truly showing that she meant something to them and they weren’t just heartless brutes. I mean WE knew that but did she?? The wayJohn Fucking Price YELLS AND THREATENS GRAVES. THE WAY HE KNEW HOW TO HIT A NERVE. THE WAY HE COULD SHOW POWER EVEN WITH A GUN TO HIS HEAD. GIVE ME HIM NOW. MY LEGS ARW WIDE OPEN.

AND GAZ😭😭 “Talk to me, dove, I’m right here, focus on me.” WHAT THE FUCK😭😭 He worries so much about her, he fucking adores her and that’s what I love about Gaz and how you write him you crazy maniac. And as much as I would love to continue to speak about him let me skirt over to the fucking telescope. Why. why???? why would you sit here, make us think that the telescope was a sweet gift and even tease us with a kiss and the have graves STEAL IT?? THE LEAST YOU COULDVE DONE WAS GIVE US THAT DAMN KISS.???? My notes are progressively getting longer because I actually had typed out my opinion on the prophecy in my docs and i even MENTIONED the telescope before I was like “nah that doesn’t make sense.” YOY GASLIGHTED ME. WHAT DOES HE WANT WITH THAT DAMB THING.

THEM IMMEDIATELY GOING TO HER😭😭 GHOST FEELINGS GUILTY AND PRICE HATING WHAT HAPPENED😭😭 “We need a medic.” “She’s the medic!” That’s weirdly heartbreaking in a way that I could not put into words. Them all turning around hesitantly and not because they wan’t to be weirdos but because they are all so confused and concerned and don’t want to take their eyes off her. ESPECIALLY SOAP😭

Something is going to happen whilst they are on land looking for a doctor🤷🏼‍♀️ I just know you a bit too well by now.

THE KISS. THE KISS. THE KISS. THE KISS. ARE YOU GUYS HEARING ME. THE FUCKING KISS. HE GOT TO HER FIRST DESPITE EVERYTHING. “As long as I’m first.” OKAY SO MAYBE FUCK ME PLEASE?????????? HE STAYED WITH HER😭 SHE IS EVERYTHING TO THEM😭😭

IM KILLING YOU ANGIE😭😭😭😭

here comes my biggest opp 🙄

to be fair, i did warn u. in my own words, i said she got fucked up, i meant that shit. it’s my dream to write angst 😍 fun fact rlly fun fact i have a crush on cod graves so i had to make him as despicable as possible in this fic so i dont start to trip over him

i am no nurse, im working in a pharmacy for my degree (slay) but BOY DO I KNOW THAT SHIT HURTS. im the clumsiest person alive and ive broken so many bones that it’s sad atp. SO SOMEBODY UNDERSTANDS THE EXTENT OF A FRACTURE ESPECIALLY TO THE RIBS BECAUSE MY GOD THAT SHIT FEELS LIKE YOURE BREATHING THRU A JUICEBOX, PLS i had to make dove suffer as i have

THE ROOM SCENE WITH ALL OF THEM WAS MY FAVORITE TO WRITE UGHHHH FINALLY HAVING THEM ALL CONVERSING AS ONE AND SHARING THEIR WORRIES 😫 like a steak dinner istg

(i make no promises for next chapter, or the ones upcoming) (i have not planned it yet)

THE KISS I TOLD YOU TO TRUST MEEEE WHEN HAVE I EVER LET YOU DOWN. u were going crazy in my dms threatening murder and look here we are. u got ur wish. never falter in ur trust in me bc everybody knows by now when i say trust you trust 🗣️

also absolutely hearing you out on price. he’s a damn fine sir in this fic. it makes me hungry. i did it all for u.

I LOVE YOUUU 😜

[fluentmoviequoter]

A Lot to Learn

Pairing: Michael Ormewood x fem!reader (tv show characterization)

Summary: After his wife leaves, Ormewood runs into you after not seeing you since high school. He realizes he has a lot to learn about you and french braids.

Warnings: fluff, divorce, Cooper is a matchmaker, r grew up in Atlanta and went to school with Ormewood

Word Count: 1.7k+ words

A/N: I grew up in the deep south and just need to applaud this show for their approach to the setting and the stereotypes. Also, Jake was the perfect choice for Ormewood and the french braid topic in 2x06 was begging me to write this. If there's an audience for this fic, I hope you find it and enjoy it!🤍

Michael Ormewood was destined for bigger and better things than Atlanta. You knew in high school, though you only watched him from a distance. He didn’t know you existed, let alone how much you believed in him and his abilities, even when everyone else doubted he’d do anything more than play sports and get into trouble.

So, when he came back to Georgia after the Army and got married, you were surprised, to say the least. The playboy you once wished to know had settled down, had a few kids, and worked his way to detective at the APD. Whenever you see his name in the papers now, you wish once again to know and love Michael Ormewood.

Spending your morning in the police station isn’t ideal, but when they asked for information about a building near where you work, you agreed to come down and answer any questions you could. While talking to the officer, you don’t notice two detectives walk in behind you. Or one stop in his tracks when he sees you.

“She looks so familiar,” Ormewood mumbles as he watches you.

“What’s in the envelope?” Angie asks.

“Divorce papers.”

“Oh!” Angie exclaims. “Are you, uh, are you going to sign them?”

“Oh, not that kind. These are the congratulations; you’re divorced now papers.”

“Ormewood, I’m so sorry.”

“Do you recognize her?”

“What?”

Ormewood points toward you, and Angie purses her lips before shaking her head. She doesn’t recognize you, but she feels like she's about to get whiplash from Ormewood’s quick change of subject. A text from Will draws Angie’s attention, and she directs a very distracted Ormewood toward the elevator to go to a murder scene.

Just as the doors open, you walk up behind Ormewood and join him and Angie in the elevator. He glances at you repeatedly before Angie sighs and leans against the back wall.

“I’m so sorry,” he begins. “But do we know each other?”

You smile and say, “We went to high school together.”

Your smile disappears and your brows raise when he says your name. There’s no reason he should have ever known who you are, but the fact that he remembers after all these years catches you off guard.

“Yeah, that’s me. I’m surprised you remember.”

“Me too,” Angie interjects. “And I didn’t even know you in high school.”

“I was pretty much the same,” Ormewood defends.

“No, you weren’t,” you say softly.

“What do you mean?”

The elevator door opens, and you step out. Leaving Ormewood feels wrong, but you both have lives now, and they are in no way connected.

“It was nice to see you, Ormewood,” you call as you leave.

“You went by Ormewood in high school, didn’t you?” Angie asks excitedly. “Oh, I should’ve guessed that!”

“Why did Mom come and get all of her stuff while we were at school?” Cooper asks. “Did you get divorced? Like Solange’s parents?”

“Yeah, sweetheart,” Ormewood answers carefully. “But that doesn’t mean we love you or your brother any less.”

“Does it mean you’ll finally learn to French braid my hair?”

Ormewood chuckles at Cooper’s choice of focus but promises that he will learn every hairstyle she wants.

“Let’s master the French braid first,” she decides.

The second time you run into Ormewood, he’s glad that Angie isn’t with him. She’s been teasing him about the encounter in the elevator since it happened. So, when he and Cooper are out shopping, and he sees you walking toward him, he sees another chance.

“Hey,” he says as he gets closer.

“Hi,” you reply happily.

“I heard the information you gave burglary was really helpful.”

You smile at Cooper, but her eyes are laser-focused above your face.

“Your hair is really pretty,” she tells you.

“Thank you! Yours is, too,” you reply.

“Dad’s learning. I’m Cooper.”

You introduce yourself before shifting the shopping basket in your hand to shake hers. “Braids are hard sometimes, but it looks like he’s getting there.”

“Did you do yours?” she asks.

“I did. I learned how to do a lot of braids and other things with my hair when I was a little older than you.”

“My mom can do French braids, but they don’t look like yours.”

At the mention of Cooper’s mom, you remember that you don’t know Ormewood anymore, and this is nothing more than a polite conversation. You do, however, notice that Ormewood doesn’t have a ring on his finger. It doesn’t matter, you remind yourself, because things were never going to be different between you and Ormewood.

“Well, good luck with the braids, Cooper, and it was very nice to meet you,” you offer.

“You too! Dad, I’ll get the cereal,” she says.

When she’s on the other side of you, you meet Ormewood’s eyes and smile.

“She’s great,” you say.

“She has her moments. Listen, thanks for the hair talk. I’m trying but I get lost after the first two seconds,” he replies with a chuckle.

“Just keep practicing. They’re only hard until you learn how to do them right.”

“And if I can’t do that?”

“Fake it. Or find someone who can teach you. It was great seeing you again.”

You disappear around the corner before Ormewood says anything else. Cooper skips back to him with three different kinds of cereal, and he doesn’t complain when she puts them in the cart.

“She’s nice. Are you friends?” she asks.

“I want to be. We went to high school together but haven’t seen each other in a long time.”

“You should invite her over for dinner.”

“You think?”

Cooper nods, and Ormewood wonders when she got smarter and more intuitive than him.

“Just don’t kiss until after I go to bed, Dad.”

Ormewood freezes and his eyes widen. He hasn’t considered what exactly he wanted to happen after you got close again - or for the first time, as it seems - but he can’t argue that it doesn’t sound nice.

“What are you watching?” Angie asks over Ormewood’s shoulder.

“French braid tutorial,” he mumbles.

“You can’t learn from a video, you have to do it,” Will interjects.

“And you’re the expert on French braiding, now?” Ormewood retorts.

“I’m better off than you. Angie made me learn to help her get ready in high school.”

“Then teach me, Trent!”

“No.”

“Detective Ormewood,” an officer calls. “There’s someone here to see you.”

“Yeah, I’ll be right there.”

Ormewood leaves the video playing, and Angie and Will begin critiquing the looseness of the braid in the video. He rolls his eyes and hopes that whoever asked to see him has something worth his time.

“I really hope you’re not here to confess to a crime,” he jokes when he sees you waiting.

“Not today,” you answer lightly.

“Then… why are you here?”

“Uh, did you text me last night?”

“What? No. I don’t even have your number; not that I don’t want it, but I don’t have it.”

You pass your phone over, and your fingers brush against Ormewood’s as he takes it. He reads the text twice before shaking his head.

“Angie. My partner must have gotten your number from burglary. I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. I just didn’t think it was from you.”

“Why not?”

“We’re not… we’re really different, Ormewood.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t text you. Coop wanted me to invite you over for dinner, so maybe Angie actually did me a favor.”

“I, uh, I have to get back to work. If you decide to text me again, great, but don’t feel like you have to.”

“Are you rushing out because of Cooper or is something else bothering you?”

“Ormewood…”

“Just tell me. If you don’t want me to text, I won’t.”

“I remember what it’s like to watch you from a distance, and I don’t know if I want to do that again," you admit.

“Ormewood, we caught a break,” Angie calls from the door behind him. She sees your face and shakes her head. “Tell her you’re divorced and let’s go.”

“You’re divorced?” you ask as he says, “That’s what you meant?”

“Someone divorced you?” you rephrase.

“Look, I regret not getting to know you in high school, but- I’ll text you.”

“I’ll text back,” you promise.

The next invitation text comes from Ormewood’s number, but it’s clearly not him. When your phone rings a moment later, you’re not entirely surprised to hear Cooper on the other end of the line.

“Hi, Cooper. Desperate for a French braid, aren’t you?” you ask.

“Please!” she begs.

“Does your dad know you’re inviting me over?”

“He won’t care, I promise.”

“That’s not what I asked, Cooper.”

“Give me the phone, Cooper,” someone says in the background. “This is Special Agent Will Trent with the GBI. The French braid situation is growing violent and you’re an expert. Get down here now.”

He hangs up and asks Cooper, “Can I stop trying now?” as you look at your phone in confusion.

Cooper scrolls through your photos and asks questions about you and your life (including your nonexistent history with her dad) while you braid her hair.

“He’s texting you,” she says suddenly. “Wants to know if you’ll come over for dinner tonight.”

“What do you think?” you hum. “Am I too busy?”

“Maybe,” she answers.

You secure the end of the first braid with an elastic band and ask her to go look in the mirror to make sure she likes it. Her excited squeal is all the approval you need. As she gets comfortable in front of you again, you start the second braid. The door opens, and your hands stop in her hair as Ormewood steps inside.

“That’s why you didn’t answer,” he says with a smile.

“Special Agent Will Trent of the GBI told me I had to come braid her hair,” you explain quietly.

He looks at Cooper, who shrugs and says, “Angie was busy.”

“Thanks for helping,” Ormewood says. “Mind if I watch?”

You move to the right and he sits beside you, watching as you braid slowly. He asks a few questions about how you’re doing it, and you demonstrate as you answer.

“I bet you can do it now that you’ve seen it from the right angle,” you murmur as you secure the second braid.

“You can try tomorrow, Dad, I’m going to Abby’s.”

Cooper rushes out of the front door, and you turn toward Ormewood. He’s already facing you, and it’s impossible to break eye contact in the new proximity.

“So, dinner?” you whisper.

“Yeah. I’ve got a lot to learn about you.”

[calciumdeficientt]

I BEG… FOR TOM… GURNEY… HEADCANONS…

THOMASSSSSS MY SONNNNN MY BOYYYYYYYYY yah absolutely :3

TOM GURNEY HEADCANONS

That’s an autistic boy if i ever did see one. Tom is me i am tom. The no shoes thing is definitely a sensory issue, i like to think its the socks more than its the shoes, likely the seams around the toes. I feel like if tom is forced to wear socks and shoes he’s got very specific sensory needs. Absolutely no ankle socks, those were sent by the government to make your ankles feel like they’re being strangled by their oppressive regime, only gym socks pulled up as far as they can physically stretch with sneakers that are tied so tight he takes them off and there’s an indent of the laces on his foot and absolutely zero circulation from the ankle down

Tom runs a very successful horror blog, he talks about behind the scenes info for his favourite movies and also provides ratings of movies both new and old. It’s really funny to watch him in the cinema because he sits with a little norepad and makes notes the whole time so he can come up with a decicive score on the blog. He spends a lot of time in the movies, its where most of the money he threatens out of other students ends up. He goes to watch movies a minimum of 5 times to make sure he didn’t miss any details or lose any plot points that might bump up his initial scores. He has a secret spreadsheet and everything, its insane commitment, but special interest is gonna special interest, am i right gamers?

A very very good student when he applies himself, especially as a creative writer, if you look past all the blood, gore, and general slasher rapiness in his works you can definitely see all the signs of a promising novelist or screenwriter. In the poetry department, he’s not so stellar. Tom is still of the mindset that all poems must rhyme and are generally quite superficial and pointless pieces of writing. And they’re completely separate to all the private free form stuff he writes in his journal from time to time. Those aren’t poems at all they’re just… succinct vents

Tom is also a greatly talented drummer, the kid has rhythm all the way up to his eyeballs, and if he wasn’t so scared i think he’d be a great asset to bullworth’s marching band. But he knows he’d get torn to shreds by his friends so he stays well enough way no matter how hard miss peters begs for him to try out. He borrows a drum kit Russel keeps in his garage and practices using karaoke tracks of songs he illegally torrented onto his iPod, no sheet music, just vibes.

Tom’s face bruise is actually part bruise and port wine stain birthmark, hence why it stays that lovely purple hue forever. The redness in his eye is from repeated blows to the head from both friends and foes but the purple skin around his eye is (mostly) just birthmark

The rest of his bruises are actually just from minor injuries. I think tom has elhers danos syndrome (EDS) so the kid bruises like a peach. Minor bumps from passersby in the busy halls of bullworth leave him looking like he was in a full on beat down. That’s not to say that he’s not often in huge scuffles because he absolutely is, he’s just a little more physically delicate than the other bullies

Tom has the hots for angie (at least in my save he does) so he tries to act like a sweetheart whenever he’s around her. He knows that she knows he’s a bully but i think tom really wants to show her that he’s more than that, he’s better than that. Tom doesnt even like being a bully all that much, it’s just the hard facts of life at bullworth that you’re either in or out, and god knows he wouldn’t last a day if he was out.

[fishsticksloser]

Hello, Can i request rottmnt platonic hc of mom reader (she's co-parenting with splinter and they're relationship is platonic) and enjoys spending time with her teenager turtle kids?

Like she likes to talk about science stuff with Donnie, she praises leo and boost his confident, she sewing for raph teddy bears and cook with mikey.

But i guess her only down part is whenever she gets kidnap by anybody she immediately pull out her album and show her kids's pictures to other villains, mostly big mama, that's why the kids try to save her faster before their secrets are exposed 😂😂

Mom!Reader

RotTMNT + fem!reader

Warnings: platonic fluff, movie stuff mentioned, vague mentions of nightmares and injuries

A/N: Could you imagine if they had a mom? Donnie and Mikey are 100% a mama's boys and you can't tell me different. Each parent gets a twin (me and my twin are much the same)

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Donnie

Nicknames: DeeDee, Donato (the real name of the artist), Galileo, Aristotle, Archimedes, and much more.

You once called him Grimace when he was upset and he never forgave you

You are the only one allowed to hang out around Donnie's lab

You are the only one who listened to his info dumps

If the others actually listened, they might find it interesting

You might not understand all of what he's talking about, but seeing your son so passionate makes you so happy

You are the one he goes to when he has a nightmare

Donnie enjoys you singing him to sleep, its peaceful

It reminds him of when things weren't off the rails

He installed multiple trackers on you because last time you were kidnapped you showed Hypno pictures of the Turtle Tots

It made Hypno a little nicer, but there were some embarrassing memories

He once threatened to destroy your camera because of you showing the album to anyone near

Leo

Nicknames: Len, Lenny, Blue Belle, Cookie Monster, Ace, etc.

You are his biggest supporter

He goes to you when he needs help, when he's not feeling his best

When he was younger, he often bunked with you and Donnie

He just didn't like being away from his twin

He didn't come to you often when he was little

In fact, he doesn't go to you very often as a teen

Opting for Splinter

But you can't be everyone's favorite, you knew that Leo needs Splinter like Donnie needs you.

Leo isn't embarrassed by the pictures in the album, in fact he looks at it quite often

Mikey

Nicknames: Lino, Angi, Michi, Goldie, Firecracker, Giorgione, Caravaggio, etc.

Cooking with Mikey was always a blast

He was energetic, but serious

Music would be playing while you 2 worked

You could also be found painting with Mikey

Whether it was on the walls of the skate rink or if it was on canvases in his room

Mikey always comes to you for advice

Splinter and his brothers have a tendency to underestimate and protect him, but he knows you won't

You were the person he ran to about his hands after he saved Leo

He cried, but you showed him how strong he was

How even with shaky hands, art can still be made

Why would he be embarrassed by the album? He helped make it

Raph

Nicknames: Rafa, Alfie, Ray, R.J., Bubs, Cuddles, etc.

You and Raph grew apart as he got older, but you still make him sweaters and outfits for his bears

He loves you, he just feels like being 17, he needs to stop relying on you and Splints

When he was younger, he would watch you make him teddy bears

You'd let him name them, write their names down on a heart shaped piece of fabric and place it inside (like Build-A-Bear)

He still had those bears

Although he didn't sleep with them in fear of destroying them,

They sit nicely on the shelf across from his bed

So they watch over him

Absolutely goes nuts when you get kidnapped, knowing you're probably showing whoever it is baby photos of him

He was a cute kid, but not everyone needs to see that!

[edenesth]

hi my dear angie! truth be told, i’ve never written you an ask before.. 😭 But i just want to say i stumbled across your work last night & wow. i really don’t believe im capable of articulating how i feel about your writing but i will try my best right now. the time you take world building creates the most beautiful painting in my head, and i feel as though im able to visualize every scene perfectly. the depth you add to characters & certain plot points that may seem insignificant at first come together to produce the masterpiece that is your work, with everything flowing together perfectly. although i haven’t read all of your work (if i were able to do so in less than 24 hours, i definitely would have), i already know im going to love each fic more than the previous. the way to his heart series & the first two spin offs are some of the best work ive read in the fanfic realm and i truly cannot wait to finish it (& speed through your entire masterlist for ateez). so sorry that this may seem all over the place, but i wanted to share my admiration and appreciation of your work with you. i hope you’re having a beautiful day/evening 🩷🩷

Oh my god, pls know that you have made me the happiest user on tumblr with this!

I won't lie, it has been an incredibly exhausting day at work today, and I really needed this♥️ don't you dare apologise for writing me these kind kind words! You have no idea how much this means to me, I will be thinking about it for very long (rest assured I will come back to reread this whenever I feel doubtful about my own writing😭).

I'm so excited for you to read the rest of my works, please take your time to savour and enjoy them!🫶🏻 thank you so very much for sending me this ask—for acknowledging my hard work, I appreciate it🥺

[imaginespazzi]

Nivi! How are you, bestie? I'm just here for a quick drop-by again, just to check in and say hi.

Life hasn't slowed down much the past few weeks so I still haven't had time to do a long review but please know that every GH chapter is like a shot of serotonin straight into my veins.

You had so many good lines in Chapter 10 that gave me a good chuckle btw, i loved it.

Also, I'm never ever getting tired of Paige-Azzi-Stephie scenes. Like ugh, this lil family makes my day always. Brooo, Stephie's possessiveness! She a little master manipulator huh cause this:

“Mama,” Stephie says loudly, cutting Paige off as she turns to Azzi, “do you know if Aunty Chérie is in town?”

“I was just thinking,” Stephie barrels on casually, “maybe we could go see her and she could give me cuddles and kisses since app-ently Miss Buecks is too busy to give them to me-”

^This was absolutely DIABOLICAL from that little girl hahahah. She knows EXACTLY what to say to get what she wants from her Miss Buecks. Like mother, like daughter truly.

And our Drew cameo, it's finally here! Oh boy, the confrontation is really gonna be something, i already know. Yeah for sure I think Drew's gonna have slight feelings of jealousy or yearning in a way that Stephie gets to experience what he missed out on, but more than anything I think he is gonna be super protective of her and not wanting her to ever go through what he went through when Paige and Azzi broke up.

I do wonder what Azzi's reaction will be if and when they finally get around to talking about the "plan" in place of Angie potentially taking over P's role and the team maybe no longer needing P after this one season. I know P says it's nothing they can't work through , but well we all know how much of an overthinker Azzi is and so she's prolly already gonna jump straight ahead to scenarios of well what's that gonna look like if P has to move to the OTHER SIDE OF THE COUNTRY and how that's gonna affect Stephie. Ugh, the angst is about to ANGST, i feel it.

Anyhoo, i guess this is kinda a medium-sized review? As a small token of my appreciation haha.

As always, thanks for taking the time to feed our souls with your talent! Can't wait for the next (whenever that may be)!

P.S: I think I'm rooting for a Liberty-Sun finals series. I do love the Lynx and I know how much you love Phee so I wouldn't mind if it was the Lynx (and I think it will prolly be them anyway over the Sun) but I do have such a soft spot for CT and I looooove Nai, so I am rooting for them over Minny, sorry babes. I'm rooting for NY though so at least there's that!

Oh and I watched Geno's media availability today, and he didn't seem all too impressed after the first practice session lol but it is the first one and there's a lot of new pieces so like he said, it'll just take time. But it better take less time than it did last season cause idk if I can suffer through another painful non-conference stretch. ALSO grandpa seemed annoyed at having to be cautious with Azzi LMAO, like if it was up to him, she's back on that court playing as much as possible ASAP. Imma need him to chill on that though. Like no one wants to see princess back on court more than me (well, maybe apart from Azzi herself and blondie) BUT her knees better be 200% before she's back on there!

I said "quick drop-by" and look what we got instead - typical hahah.

OK imma stop now. Love ya, bestie. Take care of yourself always! 💗

-🙋‍♀️

BESTIE I MISSED YOU I'M SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU <3

Babes I get you don't even worry about it. Life is gonna do life things and whenever you have the time to do one again (hopefully I write again lol) I will be seated to read it!

But I'm glad you've been enjoying GH.

Honestly I love writing Stephie so much. She's just an evil genius and she's so smart and perfect and funny which off course she is, she's literally mini-Pazzi.

Ugh babes you always just get my writing because that's exactly how Drew feels towards Stephie. There's definitely some wistfulness there seeing her get that "family" that was in way stolen from him but he's already enamored by this little girl and he would never want her to face what he has.

Azzi's reaction is going to depend on when she finds out and how she finds out tee hee :) I've given y'all so much fluff, it's only fair I give the angst fiends some angst soon.

Well I hate to break it to you babes, but no Liberty-Sun finals for and you and I fear it's looking quite grim for the Liberty in general right now. But at least we'll always have MVPhee too root for!

Oh god I didn't have time to react to Geno's availability but I fear grandpa did not real squelch any of my fears about this team. My biggest side-eye was actually his lack of complementariness about Jana and I'm a little fearful for my frontcourt where apparently Ice (??) is looking like the best player?

He's definitely dying to have Azzi back out there but if that girl plays more than 15 minutes in at least her first 5 games, we will be having words! I have Farleigh-Dickinson circled on my calender for the earliest possible game we can see her and that would give her a couple of easy game before the team would really need her so he better not play her more than 15 if she does play then.

[certified-sloth]

Requests you say?

Might need some short hcs on a ticklish, sleepy, cow demon? I believe you know the one. Kinda angy but sweet? Mm yes that one.

I just NEED to write something for this one <333

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Belphegor headcanons

He's baby, partly the soft squishy and adorable baby but mostly spoiled baby

He's still a little hung up with what he did to you in the past, so he's even more clingy compared to his natural clinginess

And by more clingy, I mean him following you with that lost puppy look just as he wakes up and has energy to spare

He's... clumsy with his affection when he warms up to you that he sometimes overthinks that maybe he wasn't doing so much to make up for all the trouble he put you through

He would curl into you, face buried in your chest as he tries to shoo away the negative thoughts of guilt that roams through his mind whenever he has nightmares

He'll share all of his pillows with you if it means he could have you and your warm cuddles each nap

Even if he doesn't say anything most of the time, you could tell how he's feeling because the more you spend time with him, the easier it is to read through him

And if you reach out to him with genuine words of comfort, he'll smile briefly and hold onto you a little longer

If it's your birthday, he'll try his best to stay awake and arrange your party with the things you like most

If you whisper words of love to him, he'll break and would want to shy away from all the undeserved affection

As much as he likes to spoil himself and be selfish when he gets away with it... his conscience is still there, gnawing away at him and his poor little heart

Belphie has a fragile heart

Imagine how he loved humans so dearly as an angel. It was possible that he wore his heart on his sleeve

Now that he's a demon, he was more careful

Sometimes, he'll hold onto your wrist and lightly press on your pulse to make sure you are alive and breathing

If you come home tired, he'll greet you with a smile and lazily opens his arms, absolutely ready to take you to dreamland

He loves you to the point that he just wanted to believe this reality is just a good dream he'll never wake up from

OH, he also has this habit of playing with your hair when he can't sleep

If you ask him to braid your hair, he'd actually do a good job at it

When you go out shopping, he'll notice your eyes lingering on an item even though you could've sworn he was sleepwalking behind you

He secretly buys the item and puts it on your nightstand when you're asleep

He'll let you in on secrets and ask you to keep it a secret with him with such a cheeky smile

You'll even get these small heart-to-heart talks in bed, foreheads rested against each other

And LASTLY- he secretly swore to himself that he'd be by your side as long as you want him

Just tell him to stay, and he gladly will, he'll be happy with just that single phrase if it's you

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...this doesn't feel shor-

[russellsppttemplates]

For the rest of our lives (Mick Schumacher)

Getting married to the love of your life when you're young only means you share all of the memories and experiences with your partner in crime

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated, and while I'm not actively taking requests, I am writing some blurbs when I can so if you have any ideas or concepts that can be written in a small amount of sentences and you want to share, feel free to do so!

Tw: alcohol consumption

"My love, we have been invited to go out tonight", your husband said as he sat down on the sofa next to your desk in home office, making you focus on him instead of the spreadsheet in front of you, "we have? I could use a night out actually", you mused, thinking about how you had bought yourself a new dress that would be perfect for the occasion, "if you want to, they we'll go. I still have a few more hours of work before I have to sign off for the weekend, but other than that, everything is fine by me", you said as you watched him type what you assumed was a response saying you'd be joining the group, "will it bother you too much if I stay here? I promise I won't distract you", he said in a low tone, "of course you can, and maybe you can get me a coffee too, please?", you pouted, knowing he wouldn't say no as he got up and headed tor the kitchen before coming back with your favourites, "thank you, love", you said as you took a sip, your feet somehow managing to land on top of his thighs so you could have some form of physical contact between you while you finished your work.

After logging off, you took a quick shower before joining Mick in the kitchen to help him with dinner, Angie always following you whenever you went near the cupboards in hopes of getting some treats that might fall from your hands, ending up sitting by your feet while you both have dinner, discussing day to day things before you tidied and went upstairs to get ready. You stood in front of the mirror in your dressing table, shaking your hair so it wouldn't be too flat before trying to grab the thin fabric that would be tied around your back to secure everything in, "Do you want some help with that?", you heard your husband's teasing tone, turning to face the mirror again and letting him tie the straps, "is this good? Not too tight?", he asked as he made sure he wasn't squeezing you before making you turn around to face him, "you look incredible, schatz, absolutely incredible", he said as he pressed kisses to your shoulders going up to your neck before kissing your lips, "glad I did not put lipstick on yet, otherwise you would've smudged it, mister", you said before you took his appearance, "you look really good too, definitely the most handsome man", you said as you cupped his cheeks, his skin soft to the touch, making him kiss your palm, "we're one good looking couple, that's for sure", he said before he helped you put on your shoes and coat and leave the house.

You arrived at the club you'd be spending the night in, greeting your friends before they offered the first round, shots arriving to the table before you all downed them, your friend making you join her on the dance floor, waving every now and again to see your husband winking at you from the booth, "excuse me, would you allow me to buy you a drink? No one deserves to be here all alone and no drinks", you heard someone say before you turned to see who the voice belonged to, facing a man who was about your age as you showed him your drink on your left hand, "Oh, you're married. Sorry, didn't mean to offend. I'll leave you be", he hurried off, apologising again as your friend hit your shoulder playfully, "that thing on your finger just stopped us from having free drinks", she shook her head as you smiled at her, playing with your rings before you saw Mick and your friend's partner join you two with new drinks, "was he bothering you, gorgeous? Are you okay?", he checked for any signs of uneasiness, "on the contrary, Mick, he got so flustered when he saw her rings that he apologised and rushed off", your friend giggled as you circled your husband's waist, nestling your body on his, "he thought you were gorgeous too, but I noticed it first", he said as he kissed your forehead, taking a sip from his drink afterwards as he just swayed you both to the music playing, enjoying how you felt near him and in his arms.

"This one is for us, liebling", he said as he handed you another shot, downing it along with you as you shook your head at the taste, "that one did burn actually", you said before you looked lovingly at him, "I love you, to the moon and back" you whispered in his ear as you watched him become a blushy mess, his sweet giggles a sight to behold, "you want to know something?", you said as you laced your fingers in his, wedding bands clinking in eachother before you kissed his lips again, "I love you", you said sweetly before peppering kisser all over his cheeks, the blush from the heat, alcohol and your words making him look even more handsome to you.

Arriving home was easy considering your state, your heels dropped on the floor while you went to the bedroom, helping your husband take his clothes off before he helped you out of yours and into your pyjamas, "you're so pretty, liebling", he mused, "so pretty".

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"C'mon Angie, let's keep going", you urged the dog who, like you, was showing already some signs of tiredness, "I promise we are nearly there", Mick said a few steps in front of you. You had decided to go for a hike, taking the opportunity since Mick was home for the weekend and you did not have any extra work to do, the sunny day outside inviting to spend it outside. True to his words, you soon arrived at a beautiful waterfall, making you drop you backpack as you looked at how the water fell and pooled at the end, Angie drinking some of the water as you and Mick took it all in, "this is beautiful", you whispered as he joined you, hugging you from behind, "it is", he replied back before kissing your cheek, "thank you for agreeing to come with us", he whispered as his breath fanned your neck tickling you, "please, if I had stayed home, not even Angie would've come with you so early in the morning, we would have stayed all snuggled up in the warm bed", you teased as you felt him smirk against your skin, "well, then I can go on my own anyway", he said as he peeled himself from you, starting to take his t-shirt off and shorts too after he checked once again that you were all alone, making you bite your lip a you watched him fold his clothes on top of his backpack before going for a swim, "it's too warm there, here is fresher", he said as you knew he was tempting you to join him, the sight incredible for him as you too started taking off your leggings and hoodie, joining him while Angie also swam around, "need cuddles", you said as you opened your arms to circle them around his waist, your body erupting in goosebumps from the different temperatures, "you make me crazy, Mick, absolutely crazy", you said as you caressed his torso and kissed all over his chest, "is that because of my body, the fact that I woke you up early to get here or that we're swimming with no clothes on in a small waterfall?", he teased, pulling your lips in for a kiss, "honestly? All of the above. And maybe the fact that you drive really fast cars and it gets me all nervous, but I could go with this right here, yeah", you mumbled into his skin, continuing to press kisses to his pale skin.

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Driving in the mud was the plan for the day, Gina helping you with breakfast before the boys came downstairs to join you, "Good morning, good morning", you heard Mick say before he came up to you, circling his arms around your waist while you pushed eggs around in the pan, "Hello gorgeous, what are you making?", he said before kissing your shoulder, "some eggs, Gina is on toast duty, I have some avocado sliced already", you said as you moved the food into a bowl, ready for the table as you sat down, going over the plans one more time while eating and tidying up.

"Here, you need this for your pretty little head", he said as he kissed the top of your head before putting a helmet on your head, "now you're all safe", he smiled before he put his own on, checking you were strapped in safely before fastening his belt and starting the engine, "can you start slowly first, please?", you asked loud enough for him to hear, "so I can get used to it", you knew you were blushing under the devices protecting you, "of course. Squeeze my thigh if you need me to stop, yeah?", he checked again before he sped it up, your laughs and enjoyment through the roof as he did all kinds of imaginary circuits.

Getting off a while later, your legs felt like jelly from all the adrenaline as you shrieked with Gina about what you had just done, feeling your husband hug you, "You're all dirty, Mick!", you yelled, "you say that like you're much cleaner!", he replied back, the mud spreading between you as Gina took a photo of the moment, "Oh, there's your child!", her partner said as Angie approached the area with Corinna now that the cars were no longer going, deciding to stand by your mother in law instead of the usual excited greeting, "c'mon, baby, come here for a cuddle", you bent down while she looked weary, "she's thinking you're all dirty, no way she's getting near that", Corinna offered with a giggle, "Oh, especially herself, goodness knows how she is whenever it is bathtime".

Later on the evening, now in bed cuddled up to you, Mick thought about the past few days, "I love having you with me at all times", he mused and you looked at him, response ready in your tongue, "I would hope so, you married me after all. Until further information, this is for life", you smiled as you watched him slightly roll his eyes, "I mean that, though. I love that you're mine and I'm yours. That we get to share everything for the rest of our lives, together", he said as he kissed your lips, sealing his lifelong promise to love and cherish you.

[cchickki]

"About the Blogger" Meme

Thanks for tagging me @currymanganese! ❤️ sorry i'm doing this super late ugh

Star Sign(s):

virgo sun, pisces moon, capricorn rising (i can list my entire chart if anyone is interested lol)

Favorite Holidays:

i'm not religious but i absolutely love christmas. my favorite time of year and favorite holiday. i get depressed whenever it's over and i have to take the decorations down.

Last Meal:

i think a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. i was craving it lol

Current Favorite Musician:

lana del rey and kendrick lamar! i listen to a lot of music and all different genres, but those are my go to. there's something about fantastic writing/wordplay and production across both of their genres that just inspires me and transports me to a different place when i listen.

if anyone is interested, my spotify profile is here: (x)

When the Tigers Broke Free by Pink Floyd

The Wall is one of my favorite albums!

Last Movie Watched:

Everything Everywhere All At Once

i'm so glad i finally got to watch this movie, it was incredible. although watching it with my boomer dad at parts was awkward (aka the butt plug part lmaoooo)

Last TV Show Watched:

oh man, still trying to finish Succession, my husband is dragging his feet with it even though we both are enjoying it. finished The Boys almost 2 months ago, need to start Gen V soon. i'm bad at finishing shows, unless they're mini series.

Last Book/Fic Finished:

i recently reread Concrete Rose by Angie Thomas, the prequel to The Hate U Give. i haven't finished any of my fics in awhile, except for the two mini requests from my friend @chrissymodi-frost.

Last Book/Fic Abandoned:

oh boy... i've got quite a few i'm struggling to get through... just look at my ao3 and you can see how bad my writer's block has gotten lately :(

Currently Reading:

rereading The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas <3

Last Thing Researched for Art/Writing/Hyperfixation:

i graduated in may 2023 with my art history degree, so i was deep into ancient egyptian history and art, and had to write a hefty 20 page paper on german painter Albrecht Dürer. my most recent hyperfixation was the uncharted games again, so while writing i was researching the Hoysala empire

Favorite Online Fandom Memory:

first joining tumblr and meeting so many friends on here. but i'll tell you back in 2013 when the citadel dlc for mass effect launched, that was an incredible build up and very fun few months.

Favorite Old Fandom You Wish Would Drag You Back In/Have A Resurgence:

not really an "old" fandom, but i was HEAVY into spiderverse over the summer, met some great mutuals through it. i still spiderverse, but don't feel as fixated with it at the moment. the fandom was kind of annoying with some people's think pieces, not gonna lie, and kind of turned a few of us off from it. i'm sure it'll have another "resurgence" when the next movie Beyond the Spiderverse comes out!

Favorite Thing You Enjoy That Never Had an Active or Big "Fandom" but You Wish It Did:

most recently the movie The Creator! movie was so visually stunning, with great/powerful themes, and one of my favorite tropes: found family (kinda) with a father/daughter dynamic. not enough people liked it/saw it which sucks, so the fandom is pretty much non existent for it. i want more art and fanfics from it! i'm going to be buying it soon, that way i can get inspirited and hopefully create more for it!

Tempting Project You're Trying to Reign In/Don't Have Time For:

i was working on creating a real-life version of nate's notebook from uncharted 4. it's taking a lot of time, and is quite an undertaking so i had to take a break from it. i do want to continue it though!

no pressure tags (sorry if you were already tagged!): @mothertodaughters, @chrissymodi-frost. @malabadspice, @not-those-kids, @durrtydawg, @lilylavender, @lilsnatch, @libertatias, @xinamiguel, @georgieluz, @distantsonata, @soft-girl-musings (and anyone else who wants to! sorry i'm trying to remember all my moots tumblr names)