#i need to write 1k words. guess how many i have

[mistninja]

My prof delayed the due date of our essay to friday LETS GOOOO

[makethemhoesmad]

shit you sippin

this took days off of my life to write but at least it’s over 1k words(for the first time ever)

@bueckersstrap was the chosen one

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some people go to the club for fun. some people go to the club for sex. i needed to forget. get so drunk i didn’t have to think about my piece of shit ex boyfriend and the bitch i walked in on him fucking. i don’t know how many i’d had at this point, but i did know that i was grasped by the hips by an attractive blonde that i thought i knew but couldn’t figure out from where.

“you here for any reason tonight,” she shouts over the music.

“y-yeah i walked in on my boyfriend fucking some other girl,” i say. i try to keep the tremor out

of my voice, staying cool and collected, for the most part. i cock my at her, grinning. she takes my chin into her palm and tilts it up, making me look right into her eyes. my god, her eyes are driving me wild.

“you into girls, baby?”

i shudder at the nickname. collecting myself, i run a finger down her arm while stating, “never thought about it till now, but i just might be.”

“cmon,” she says, tugging my arm. “i’m taking you home with me, baby that alright with you?”

i stare in shock, nodding open-mouthed. she must’ve drank much less than i had, because she leads me out to what i can only guess to be her own car, and after opening the passenger door and helping me inside, she seems to be clear-headed enough to drive.

as she pulls out of the parking lot, i look over and realize who’s car i’m in, and why i recognized her face.

“wait! you’re paige bueckers,” i say, my words slurring together slightly.

“that’s right, baby. basketball fan?” 

i almost can’t answer her, all my remaining focus zoned in on her hand that is now resting on my thigh.

“mhmm,” i mumble. she rubs her thumb in slow circles on the inside of my leg. i let my head thump back against the car seat and close my eyes, only to open them a moment later when the car stops.

paige rushes out of her door to open mine, and i nearly fall flat on the ground when i climb out of the car. she pulls me into her, wrapping an arm around my waist to steady me. i zone out at the action, then trip over a doorframe and realize i’m in her bedroom.

“hey, baby, listen,” she says, sitting me on the bed and rummaging in her closet for something

“you’re, like, really drunk right now, but i really don’t wanna kick you out because i like you. so how ‘bout you put this t-shirt on and we talk about it in the morning?”

i nod, then reach back to try and unzip my dress. i can’t do it. could barely zip it up sober, so there’s no chance i can undo it in my inebriated state. i look up at paige with a pout, hoping that she’ll take pity on me. 

she unzips the dress, then helps me put on the t-shirt she gave me. she sheds her shorts and top, leaving her clad in only a bra and boxers. 

“god, fucking athletes,” i mutter, shamelessly raking my eyes down her body.

“what was that,” she asks, smirking. i turn red and she pulls me onto the bed with her, tucking us both under the covers. i curl my body into her, hiding my face in her chest.

“ ‘s nothing,” i say, the words muffled. she strokes a hand down my back and i whine gratefully, falling asleep almost instantly.

~

i wake up confused, sore, and with a boiling headache. i try to roll over, but find that i’m pinned under someone that, instead of smelling of beer and cheap cologne, smells like mint and aloe. shockingly, despite my headache i have a fairly decent recollection of last night’s events. as i’m realizing this, a few things happen. first, i realize exactly who’s bed i’m in and immediately try to free myself from her grasp out of pure embarrassment. second, the strong arms grasping me pull me down closer into the person they’re attached to. finally, said person nuzzles her nose into my neck, and says,

“how are you even prettier now?”

i push my face into the mattress

“ugh, liar. my fucking head, it hurts so bad. like, so, so bad,” i complain. she tries and fails to stifle her laugh.

“hey ma, i’m not sure if you’ve heard this, but i’ve been told head fixes headaches?” i blush, then realize she isn’t kidding when she pulls the covers off of us. she nestles her face in between my thighs, lifting her chin up to yank my panties down. 

“you okay, baby,” she questions, waiting for approval. i nod weakly, and she dives in, licking a stripe against my pussy.

“oh fuck,” i moan, my fingers curling around the bedsheets. she flicks her tongue at my entrance, causing my eyes to roll back. when she takes my clit into her lips, it’s all i can do to not release right then and there. 

“so good, so perfect,” she breathes while laying sloppy open mouthed kisses on my cunt. i fight to stay alert, but every bone in me wants to sink into oblivion, and when her moan vibrates my core, i do just that. i climax on her tongue, with her name on my lips, and if you had asked me my own damn name in that moment, i probably wouldn’t have been able to tell you. 

“how’s that head feeling, ma?” she asks. i look at her in dead shock.

“fucking gone, babe, how can i get you back? i’ve never, like, done it with girls before.”

she grins wickedly. 

“oh, baby i’ve got an idea.”

~

paige’s idea, it turns out, resulted in us not leaving her bedroom until 2 in the afternoon. when i finally checked my phone, i discovered not one, not two, but three missed calls from my now-ex boyfriend, and about a million texts telling me how sorry he was. i show paige, and she just about growls in frustration.

“lemme call him back,” she protests. i shake my head, turning to face her and letting her capture my lips into a kiss.

“pleease,” she whines against my lips. 

“fine.”

she opens my phone and pulls up the contact now only labeled with a gravestone emoji, and clicks the facetime. he answers almost immediately, to paige showing off our current position on her couch, under a blanket with me tucked into her side.

“stop textin her, bro. she’s mine now.”

he shouts profanities through the phone, but is aggressively cut off by paige kissing the top

of my head and saying, loud enough for him to hear, “it’s okay baby, now you can be with someone that can actually make you cum.”

he doesn’t like that, but i couldn’t care less.

[eddieandbird]

i just saw a quiet place day one ....................... i need eric x reader fics so bad 😭😭😭😭

not me taking this as an invitation to write one. -bird

Everest—

You take a study break with Eric

tags/warnings: fluff | 1k words | genderless reader

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“Your eye is twitching, do you know that?” Eric's lips wiggled as he fought a smirk.

“Stop looking at it,” You quipped with your eyes glued to the overly blown out white screen in front of you.

Eric picked up the brightly colored energy drink can that sat beside your laptop and shook it, swishing the small amount of liquid inside.

“How many of these have you had today?” A low chuckle came from him as he tossed it into the waste bin beside him.

“I don’t know, a couple I guess,” You rubbed a fist into your eye, your voice was gravelly and tired.

Eric got up from his seat and walked up behind you. He placed his hands on the back of your chair, leaning over your shoulder to take a closer look at your document.

“I see you’re on the same paragraph you were on twenty minutes ago,”

You swatted lightly at his arm to get him away from your space. “Cut it out, I’m just stuck. I’ve been writing and rewriting this paper for like three days straight,”

You threw your head in your hands, massaging your temples. Not one thought you had about this project manifested into a single sentence in your paper. Your level of aggravation in yourself was steadily climbing.

“Eric, I gotta finish this. It’s like forty percent of my grade,” You groaned, pulling down at your cheeks in exasperation.

“It’s like forty percent of my grade,” Eric mimicked your accent, taking a seat beside you. “You are so American, it’s ridiculous,”

“Did you come over to study with me, or mock me?” You shot him a glare.

“To study. Not to watch you fall into a catatonic state over this essay,” His calloused, warm hands engulfed yours, making your breath catch in your throat for a moment. “You need a break,”

“Eric, I really need to finish,”

He rolled his eyes, standing up and pulling you to your feet.

“You’re not going to finish if you’re falling asleep at the keyboard. Come on, let’s go do something for a while,”

“Fine, fine, fine. I guess I’ve already wasted a couple hours, what’s a few more,”

As you got on your feet, you rolled your neck around your shoulders, then shook off your limbs to wake yourself up a bit.

“Where are we going, London boy?” You asked.

“First of all, I’m from Kent. Second of all, it is a surprise,” Eric chuckled.

“Kent, London. Same thing,”

You stuck out your tongue at him before grabbing your phone and wallet and stuffing them into your back pocket. He grabbed his backpack off the floor and slung it over one shoulder, gesturing for you to follow him.

“You’ll just have to wait and see then,” Eric said as he walked out of the library, holding the door open for you to walk through first.

You threw your laptop into your bag and followed him out. You flinched as a strong gust of cold air hit your face.

“Shit, do we have to be outside right now? It’s freezing,” You grumbled.

“Oh, stop. You’re being a child,” Eric retorted, tickling your side briefly. “You could use some fresh air,”

You pulled in the hood of your jacket to block some of the wind. “Please tell me we’re not going to be outside for much longer,”

Eric chuckled, his mouth agape as if he were offended. “You’ve lived in New York longer than I have. You should be used to it by now,”

“That means nothing. Me being here longer doesn’t make it suddenly feel warmer,” You retorted.

Eric took a turn around a corner you usually never went down before. You quickened your steps to catch up to him.

“Um, what’s down here?”

“A new café. It just opened up last week and they have this great drink I’ve been ordering,” Eric said with a sly grin.

A skeptical look came across your face, but it was too late to argue. Eric soon was holding a door open for you. You were soon seated in a booth.

“Two Everests, please,” He told the waitress with a nod.

“Everest?” You tilted your head. “What the hell is that?”

“You’ll see,” He responded.

The café was quite charming. It had dimly lit Edison bulbs hung around the walls. The smell of coffee and fresh pastries lingered in the air. As you took your seat, you couldn't help but give Eric a suspicious look.

"Eric, you better not be trying to poison me or something. What the hell is an 'Everest'?"

He chuckled, crossing his arms on the table in front of him.

"Just trust me. You'll like it,"

The server soon arrived with two mugs the size of cereal bowls, filled with hot cocoa and topped with tall swirls of whip cream.

Your mouth hung open in shock as they set it down on your table, a silent laugh caused you to bounce in your seat.

“Eric, what the hell is this?”

“What? You said you were cold. Warm yourself up,” He snickered, sticking his spoon into the drink.

“You seriously drink this whenever you come here? And I’m the child?” You teased.

“Hey, there is no age limit for hot chocolate,” Eric pointed his finger at you.

Before you could take your napkin to wipe your face, Eric’s hand swooped in and did it for you. You scrunched your nose with a grin.

“Thanks,”

“See, I told you, you’d like it,” He smirked, looking pleased with himself as he pointed to your drink. “I bet you’re ready to hit that essay again when we get back,”

“Wow. Do you really believe this hot cocoa can grant miracles?” You giggled before taking another sip.

“No, but I believe in you,” Eric folded his arms, looking at you for a bit before leaning forward. “You’re brilliant and you will get that paper done. Today’s the day. I’m manifesting it, or whatever,”

Your heart fluttered a bit at his words, but you tried to play it cool.

“Is that so?” You feigned skepticism, arching an eyebrow at him.

Eric leaned back in his seat, a smug smirk on his face, “You’ll see. You’ll finish that paper and you’ll absolutely ace it.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at the corner of your lips.

“Yeah right. Like your ‘manifesting’ will do anything,”

“I have so much faith in you, that I’ll make you a promise. If you get anything higher than a C on this paper, I’ll finally go out with you to that stupid karaoke bar you’ve been pestering me to take you to,” He said, scratching the back of his neck, trying not to look too nervous or unwilling.

“We’re doing three duets,” You glared at him, testing how far you could take it.

“Let’s start with one. I don’t want the other patrons ears to bleed,” he spoke behind his hand as if it were a secret.

“Deal,” You gave a satisfied grin and held your hand out.

[vipwinnie]

Love letters

Lorenzo Berkshire x reader

Summary : Someone keep sending you Love letters

Words : 1k

It all started a few weeks ago when I found a love letter in my locker.

This morning I opened my locker as usual to pick up my belongings, but I was surprised to find a love letter written for me.

My love,

I can't help thinking about you every day. You're the most amazing person I've ever met. Your beauty inside and out leaves me speechless. Every time I'm with you, I feel alive and happy. I just wanted you to know how much I love you and how important you are to me. I'm lucky to have you in my life and I can't wait to spend every moment with you. You're the person I've always been looking for, my soul mate. I love you more than anything in the world. With all my love

X

I couldn't help but smile as I read every sweet word and felt the delicate fragrance that emanated from it. The letter was not signed, which made the situation even more mysterious.

At first, I thought it was a joke from my friends, but when I looked closer, I realized that the letter was serious. My heart began to beat faster as I read the sweet words written on the letter. I was both moved and intrigued. Who could have written that letter? Is it someone I know? Or is he a secret admirer?

After you get your things back, you'll go to Hermione and tell her everything.

- Hi Hermione, you'll never guess what happened to me today.

_ Hi Y/N, what happened?

-I found a love letter in my locker this morning.

- A love letter? Oh wow, who wrote it?

-I have no idea. That's what makes it even more mysterious.

- What does the letter say?

-She was very sweet and romantic. She said how beautiful and smart I am and how much that person would like to spend more time with me.

- That's so romantic! But how are you going to find out who wrote the letter?

-I don't know yet, but I'll investigate. I'll look for clues and see if I can find people who are behaving strangely around me. Hermione: -You must be so romantic, a secret admirer. I'm sure you'll find out who he is.

-I hope so. But it's also kind of scary to think someone's looking at me without me knowing it.

- I understand. But I'm sure everything will be fine and you'll find out who that person is. In the meantime, enjoy the attention!

- Thank you, Hermione. I'll keep you apprised of my progress in the investigation.

So I went to my classroom .

The next morning you were once again going to get your belongings , and once again you had the joy of finding a letter .

Dear Y/N,

I'm writing you this letter to tell you how much I'm in love with you. Ever since the day I met you, I haven't stopped thinking about you. You have illuminated my life with your presence and you have become the most important person to me. I admire your beauty, your kindness, your intelligence and your strength. You inspire me to be a better person every day. I just wanted to tell you that I love you, and that I would do anything for you. If you accept my feelings, I promise to cherish you and take care of you for the rest of my life.

With all my love,

X

I then began to pay more attention to the people around me. I noticed a boy who always seemed to look at me in a strange way. It was a snake from my DADA class, Lorenzo I think. I started to wonder if he was writing me those letters. I began to observe him discreetly, looking for clues about his behavior and habits. He was sitting behind me in class.

And as the days went by I began to cross her gaze a lot whether it was in class or even in the big hall At first, it made me uncomfortable, but the more I saw him, the more I began to wonder why he was staring at me so much. As the days went by , I kept getting so many letters . One day, after class, I decided to talk to him. I approached him and asked him if he needed help with anything. He blushed a little and stuttered before telling me he just wanted to get to know each other. We started talking and I discovered that we had a lot in common. It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship and maybe even a crush.

Dear Y/N

I can't hide my feelings for you anymore. Ever since I met you, you're the only person that matters to me. I think about you all the time, and every moment I spend with you is a moment of intense happiness. I wanted to write you this letter to tell you how much I love you and how much you mean to me. You're the most important person to me, and I can't imagine my life without you. I'd like to offer you something. If you don't mind, I'd like to set you up somewhere. I don't want to pressure you, but I really wish we could spend some time together, just you and me. If you say yes, I suggest you meet us this Saturday afternoon at 2:00 p. m. , underneath the tree by the lake. We could walk, talk and maybe even have a picnic together. I understand that you may have doubts or fears, but I want you to know that I will do anything for you. I look forward to seeing you Saturday afternoon.

I love you more than anything in the world.

with all my love

X

Oh, my God, that was a surprise. My secret admirer had just given an appointment. Were I going to go? Of course.

I waited all morning impatiently . Who could it be? asked you

When it was finally time, I didn’t waste a minute and left almost running towards the meeting place. I finally slow down when you get close to the place .

And there was Lorenzo Berkshire, the stytherin was near the tree, waiting for you

You're going to join him

He then explained to me that since the beginning of the year, he had feelings for me but he didn't dare tell me. The love letters were his way of showing me how much he cared about me. I was touched by his sincerity and realized that I had feelings for him, too. We started seeing each other and being together. 

[amourane]

HIHI I WAS READING ONE OF YOUR FICS WHEN I CAME ACROSS YOUR BLOG AND WOW YOU WRITE SUPER GOOD. And I wanted to send in a request if that’s cool with you! here I go!

Could I request Sirius Black with a Male! (or GN! I prefer a male reader if that’s fine!) S/O who’s very tall and is really popular around the school? bonus if they dress in alternative and emo/scene clothing ? maybe for starters, the reader likes sirius a lot and they buy him drinks, snacks, etc bc they don’t rlly know how to tell him that they like him? and then confesses randomly during one of their little hang out sessions ??

I understand if you can’t do this or anything, feel free to decline this if you’d like! thank you so much and have a good day/or night.

and what if i do?

pairing: sirius black x gn!reader

genre: fluff!

w/c: 1k

summary: you and sirius black were enamoured by one another and everyone was just waiting for you to admit it.

warnings: none!

a/n: thank you so so much for the request! i tried to write it the best as i could, i hope you enjoy <3

There were many things that piqued Sirius Black’s interest but you were the most important. He didn’t know why he felt so drawn to you. Maybe it was the way your hair fell in your eyes or the way your laugh seemed to echo off every wall in the room or maybe it was the way whenever you looked at him he felt his cheeks flush a subtle pink. Whatever it was it drew him towards you as if he was a moth to a flame.

Sirius Black didn’t get crushes often but when he did fall he fell hard and that’s exactly what happened. He had approached you with the notion of copying some of your notes for Charms at first but when he saw the way your lips curved into that dreamy smile he forgot what he was going to say. 

There weren’t many times he went speechless yet whenever he was confronted with you nothing but a spew of incoherent mumbles would slip out of his mouth before he would disappear from embarrassment. His friends had teased him relentlessly at his newfound crush, mocking the way he would turn into a blithering idiot in front of you.

Unbeknownst to Sirius you had just a big of a crush. Every time he approached you you couldn’t help the grin that would tug at your lips. You had fancied him for a while and it made butterflies shoot in your stomach whenever his cheeks would dust in that pretty pink shade. 

You wouldn’t consider yourself popular by any means yet the majority of Hogwarts begged to differ. You never knew why so many people liked you but you guessed you drew attention to yourself in the best way possible. Your friends had tried to get you to understand the influence you had but you often found yourself zoning out to think about a certain boy instead.

It wasn’t long before Sirius finally mustered up the courage to talk to you without stumbling over his words. You simply watched the curly headed boy nervously try and initiate a conversation, a smile playing at your lips. It was out of character for the Sirius Black to act this way but you enjoyed it.

From then on a friendship blossomed. The two of you bonded over late night conversations and shared interests. The attraction between the two of you only grew stronger and everyone in Hogwarts knew about the mutual feelings you both had for each other, everyone but you and Sirius it seemed. 

It was in the late hours in the evening that you bumped into Sirius Black alone. You had been aimlessly walking back to your dorm after a study session in the library when you turned the corner to meet the face of the Gryffindor. 

“Hey Y/n, mind if I join you?” Sirius greeted you with a smile and the familiar expression made your heart flutter.

You couldn't help but return the smile, the corners of your mouth curling upwards. "Not at all. What brings you wandering the halls at this hour?"

He shrugged casually, falling into step beside you. "Just needed a break from the chaos. James was plotting another disastrous way to get Evans’ attention and I really couldn’t take anymore of his ranting. Plus, I figured I might bump into you." He threw you a flirty wink and you felt your own face heat up.

In the few weeks that you had known each other Sirius Black had definitely warmed up to you. Gone was the nervous nature, now replaced with a more flirty, more playful Sirius Black. Not that you minded of course. 

“Well it’s good that you did. I’ve been meaning to give you something.” You produced a bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans from the depths of your pocket, holding it out to him with a sheepish grin. "I noticed you like these, so I thought I'd grab you some.”

Sirius accepted your gift with a chuckle. “Merlin Y/n, with all these gifts you’re going to make me think you fancy me or something.”

You didn’t think it was possible to get any hotter. 

It was true. You had been showering Sirius with gifts, from chocolate frogs to bottles of firewhisky. It seemed as though your pockets were endless as you gave him a new present every day with a grin on your face. His reactions were your favourite. The bright smile and twinkling eyes. You loved the way he would look at you and it simply made your heart pound.

It started out when you had planned to ask him out with a bag of fizzing whizzbees in your hand but you chickened out last minute and simply shoved the sweets in his hand before darting away. Ever since then you had bought gifts in hopes that you would eventually tell him how you felt.

“What if I do?” 

The words slipped out of your mouth before you had a chance to even think about what you said. Sirius stilled. It was too late to take the words back now so you might as well go through with it. 

“What if I do fancy you? Would that be a bad thing?”

Sirius’ eyes widened and you saw the way his expression was momentarily caught between shock and disbelief. You held your breath hoping that the pounding of your heart didn’t give you away.

But then, to your relief, a slow grin spread across Sirius' face, his eyes alight with amusement and something else, something deeper and more profound.

"Well, in that case," He said, his voice low and tinged with a hint of mischief, "I suppose I'd have to say I fancy you too."

The world stopped. Your heart leaped in your chest, a surge of euphoria coursing through your veins. A feeling you couldn’t describe consumed you and you felt as though you were dreaming.

“You do?” You croaked out in disbelief still not fully registering what he just said. 

“Of course I do.” Sirius grinned and now you could see the blush that had made its way onto his face. “Godric, how could I not Y/n? You’re smart and funny and just…just really fucking incredible.”

His words allowed warmth to flood into your body and you beamed at him. Without another word, you leaned in, closing the distance between you as your lips met in a sweet and tender kiss. And as you melted into each other's embrace, you knew that you wanted to stay with Sirius Black forever.

[clxja16]

Plus

Charles Leclerc X Reader

Genre: unexpected pregnancy

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1K

Author's Note: I had this idea for a minute, but I wasn't sure if anyone was gonna like this type of this. But Im posting this right before I go to sleep, so if it gets a lot of notes before I wake up, this I guess it will stay up. If not it's being erased forever. enjoy reading regardless :)

Part II

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Plus. You stared at the stick in your hands, shaking your head in disbelief.  You’re not ready, there's so many things you haven't done yet.  Plus, there’s so much on your plate.  You can’t do this right now, it's not the right time.  Plus, you thought you were so careful, you took your pills.  You couldn’t believe it, the little plus looking back at you.  Mocking you, telling you it was bound to happen.  Telling you that this is all you were meant to be.  Plus. 

Charles. Charles, he always wanted a kid.  He always wanted to be a father.  He always wanted this day to come.  He always dreamed of three little boys running around, just like he had.  He always talked of the future.  He talked about them, like they were already here.  He will be so happy, so overjoyed, so thrilled, so excited, so ready.  You can’t tell him no, you can’t tell Charles. 

Time.  This isn’t the right time.  Charles was at the height of his career.  You were just getting your footing in the new job.  Charles just bought a new apartment for you and him.  You finally moved all your things to Monaco.  Charles couldn’t raise a kid in between all the traveling.  You can’t do this by yourself.  This isn’t the right time.  Charles will see that.  Plus, you both wanted to be married before having kids.  

“Mon amour,” Charles called out as he entered the apartment.  You could hear him drop his bag, even from your place in the bathroom.  You clasp the stick in your hands, and you imagine your future with Charles.  You know that he would be a great father; he would be patient, kind, loving, and he would dote on his child.  You know, that Charles would provide a good life for you, he would do everything to ensure your happiness.  You know, that you would come to love your life with him, regardless of what you originally wanted your life to be.  You know, you could be happy with this.  

Charles pushes the bathroom door open, he holds his breath for a second as he sees you.  Your beauty makes him pause, no matter how many times he lays his eyes on you; you always take his breath away.  He’s so enamored with your face, that he doesn’t take notice of the stick clasped between your hands.  “Everything okay?” He asks, causing you to turn to face him.  

“Charles,” you whisper, looking at him, “I have something to tell you.”  You try to keep a neutral face, if you look too upset, Charles will lie to appease you.  “I’m pregnant,” you say as you push the stick towards him.  

Charles takes a minute, you can see the smile start to crack on his face.  He takes the stick from your hands, he sees the little plus.  The plus that tells him, his dreams are right in front of him.  You, you hand him his dream.  Time, it's only a matter of time.  He can’t form his thoughts into words, but his tears and smile displays his thoughts for him.  He wraps his arms around him, he can’t believe the news.  He feels like he’s floating, like in the middle of a dream.  He’s so overjoyed, that he can’t notice the solemn look on your face.  You remind yourself that you can be happy, that you will be happy.  You remind yourself that you will come to love the life he provides.  

-

Days have passed, you have grown accustomed to the idea.  Your first appointment is in a week.  Charles is already making a list of things you're gonna need to prepare for the baby.  “Don’t get too ahead of yourself.” you remind him.  

“I don’t want to be unprepared.” Charles cracks a small smile, as he writes down more things.  You smile kindly at him.  

“I just don’t want you to be disappointed if it turns out to be a false-positive,” you say, you hope.  

“Well if it is, then we’ll be extra prepared for the real first time.” 

“We best be going soon,” you say as you get up from your seat.  You and Charles have an event to attend to.  

-

“Why isn’t she drinking?” Lily asks Charles as she motions towards where you are across the room, talking to Carmen.  

“She’s pregnant.” Charles smiles sweetly, looking over at you fondly.  

“Oh no,” Lily says quickly, not looking at Charles’ face, “is it too late for an abortion?” 

“Why would we do that?” Charles looks at Lily with disgust, shocked that Lily would even suggest the idea.  

“Because y/n doesn’t want kids.” Lily says, the confusion is clearly displayed for Charles.  

“What are you talking about?  She does want kids, she just wanted to do some things before kids.” Charles says, thinking that Lily is misunderstanding your stance.  

“Charles,” Lily sighs, “that list of things to do before kids, she made that to ensure she didn’t have kids.  It’s a nearly impossible list to complete.” 

“What?” 

“y/n, didn’t like telling people she didn’t want kids, because they would just tell her she's missing out, or she's gonna change her mind later.  So she made a list of things to do before having kids, and then when people asked, she would just say after she’s finished her list.”  Lily explained to Charles, she watched as Charles' face began to drop.  

“Then why wouldn’t she tell me that?” Charles asks, taking his eyes off of you, and looking at Lily, “why would she let me think this is what she wants too.”  

“She’s in love with you Charles, she wants to make you happy.  She’s more in love with you, than she’s ever been.  She loves you more than she has ever loved.  That’s the only way she would have wavered on her list.”

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Part II

[cozage]

Hi! :)feel free to decline this if it’s not up your ally or you don’t really have anything else to say about it but, I was very interested when you mentioned law having anxiety about if the amber lead disease would be passed down to his kid, so I was wondering if you’d be willing to write a little offshoot of that (hcs/short fic/whatever format you want) about law and his partner trying to ease each other’s anxieties about it and just how he’d handle it in the long term plus maybe if it wasn’t able to be told if they had it or not before it was born seeing Law finally get to see the kid and his reaction him it having/not having it (it’s up to you what kind of route you’d want to take with that) but anyways it’s just a suggestion because I was really interested once you brought the idea up of how Law would handle something he’s probably tried to block out of his mind since he was young

The post that anon is talking about for reference

Guess what Anon? This is literally the best ask I’ve ever gotten because I think about it ALL the time and all the possible outcomes of that one little thing and I will literally never shut up about it. So here’s some fun* ideas on how I think Law would respond to bringing a child into the world. 

*these are not fun they're so angsty it's not even funny

Transmission

Characters: female reader x Law

Word Count: 1k

CW: talk of abortion, talk about loss of pregnancy, talk of fatal diseases, lots of pregnancy angst, (happy ending though if that makes up for it!)

He runs a scan and finds out he has a lot to worry about. You can see the panic on his face and you know your fear was not misplaced. You’re pregnant.

His shoulders suddenly feel so heavy. Like a weight he is forced to carry, no matter how many times he tries to cast it aside. 

He doesn’t tell you about the burden. Not yet. You all talk through your options together, and you consider them heavily. You weigh the pros and cons of each option for days, but he doesn’t ever try to sway you one way or another. 

In fact, he becomes very distant. He locks himself away in the study, turning through a new book everyday. You can enter his study whenever you wish, but he barely acknowledges your entrance.

One day you’re talking about it with him, trying to decide what to do. It had only been about a week and a half since you found out, and Law’s cold shoulder has impacted you a bit. “What do you want to do?” you ask him.

He doesn’t respond. His nose is buried in a book, and you realize he hasn’t been listening the entire time. You suddenly burst into tears, upset with him and his coldness to you recently. “Just get it out,” you cry, punching at your stomach with your fists. “Get it out of me so we can get back to normal again.”

He looks up, surprised by your sudden outburst. “Hey, Y/N-ya! Stop! You’re going to hurt yourself!” He jumps up and grabs your wrists to keep you from harming yourself further. 

“I’m tired of being alone!” you cry out, tears streaming down your face. “You can’t even look at me anymore! I just want things to be normal again.”

He’s staring at you, unsure of what to do or how to respond. He guides you over to a chair, still holding your wrists, and sits you down in it. He sits across from you. “I need to tell you a story,” he whispers, and he has your full attention.

He tells you the story of Flevance, and of the Amber Lead Disease he inherited. How his entire city disappeared in a matter of years. How there was no cure. How he was the only survivor.

You had known a piece of that story. Law had told you about Corazon and that he had helped secure the Op-Op fruit for Law to find a cure for his disease. But you hadn’t known the rest of the tragedy. 

“I’m scared,” he admits, his voice quivering. “Amber Lead Disease is passed down from generation to generation, and shortens the lifespan each time it’s passed on. My sister got sick when she was six. I was supposed to die before I was fourteen.”

“But you got better. You’re okay now,” you reassured him. But you could feel the panic growing inside of you now too. Of course he didn’t want to talk about a child with this kind of trauma weighing on his mind.

“It doesn’t mean that the symptoms are gone. Each generation, the life expectancies go down at least ten years. What if…” he hesitates, and you can feel his grip around your wrists tighten as he squeezes his eyes shut. “What if our child dies before it’s even born?”

You can feel his pain and his sorrow emitting from him. You lean forward and wrap him in a hug, holding him tight. You can hear him choke back a sob, and you allow yourself to cry too. Both of you just hold each other, letting all of your fear and anger and sorrow wash away with your tears. 

Both of you start to calm down after a very long cry. “I want to keep it,” you say finally. “I want to try.”

You feel Law nod, and his body relaxes just a minuscule amount. At least he won’t be alone this time. At least he’s cured it before. 

During the pregnancy, he’s more stressed than you. It’s a weird relationship having Law as both your boyfriend and your doctor, and sometimes you have to remind him which hat he’s wearing. 

He’s always giving you vitamin supplements in the morning and making sure your diet is perfectly balanced. Sometimes you go to eat something and he starts with “as a pregnant woman, you shouldn’t-” but a quick glare will usually quiet him down.

You have checkups and he runs scans on your body at least once a week. There are nights he can’t sleep, his mind riddled with what if’s, and he has to do a quick scan just to make sure you and baby are still okay. He breathes a sigh of relief each time your scan comes back clean, but he doesn’t let himself get too comfortable. 

Both of you have your days. Some days you’re over the moon, others you feel like your lives are ending. It’s a hard middle to find. Both of you typically stick to the extremes and manage to mellow each other out while also validating each other's fears.  

He cries when he finds out it’s a girl. 

He cries even harder when you offer up a name. Cora.

His devil fruit ability makes the childbirth thing insanely easy. The “pain of childbirth” was a foreign concept to you for the most part. 

He counts Cora’s fingers and toes, and then counts them again. 10 fingers, 10 toes. She’s perfect. Just looking at her, Law already knows he would die for her. 

He wraps his sweet baby girl up in a blanket and passes her off to you. He brushes your hair and kisses your face while you hold her. He’s resisting the urge to run every scan he can think of. You were adamant that the three of you needed a few minutes together as a family before he went full doctor on you both. 

Finally you hand Cora off to him. “Go ahead, I know it’s driving you crazy.” He scans her, and finds her completely healthy. No Amber Lead Disease, no sickness, not even a slightly abnormal temperature. Law holds Cora close to his heart and he weeps. For his family, for himself, and for the new generation that’s finally free.

[just-some-random-blogger]

hey gorgeous! it's me! thank you so much for writing it! tbh, it's not what i expected but AGWHWHWG bc soft!daemon? i LOVE it!! such a cutie!! i still do need him to suffer more, though... what do you think about maybe a part 2? where he's the one who (finally) gets teased and gets the taste of his own medicine (reader flirting with HM ser stong?). so the demanded apology with tears on the knees (not nsfw) because this pretty prick deserves it :) again, thank u so much for writing it! sorry if it's too much, never wanted to make you uncomfortable! take care!

Since You Asked So Nicely

Daemon Targaryen x Reader + Harwin Strong x Reader

Summary: Your feud with your husband was about to meet a swift and strong end.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: mentions/descriptions of violence, daemon's still such a man, fem!reader, wife!reader, i love strong puns XD, married couple quarrels, harwin daddy, jealous!daemon, fluff, angst, typos, etc.

A/N: the title of this fic is my reaction to you nonnie. honestly i kinda felt both bad that my fic wasn't enough T_T LIKE PLEASE I TRIED then annoyed like HOW DARE YOU NOT LIKE IT THEN MAKE ME WRITE SMTH ELSE HADhASLHDA HAHAHAH nah but then you asked me so nicely so i thought ok fine i'll give it another wack i hope that i'll finally be enough for you T_T i guess our theme for today is petty 🥰 WIAT GURL THESE GIFS SIDE BY SIDE TOGETHER FUCK THAT SHIT IM DEAD BYE Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @targaryenmoony Part 1 (which I think you should read) "It Takes Two"

We had not spoken since our struggle last night. In the flames of my anger, I woke up before him and made no effort to alert him of my errands or duties for the day. That of course, also meant, he was certainly riveting in annoyance and betrayal having woken up alone after pleading mercy to me until he and I both fell asleep.

In all his pride and morose wailing, still, he did not find it in himself to ask for pardon. He instead wasted his breath in trying to convince me he did it as a game, and that I should not have thought much of it, that he would happily get on his knees but for the exact opposite thing I truly want him to do.

And even now, the man is as insufferable as he can get. Since it seems it was nary clear that I did not enjoy the sight of him divulging his attentions to other ladies at court, he did, what? Yes of course, the very exact thing.

Each ear of his had a young lady giggling bashfully into it. I had gone a great many lengths to ignore it, but then it began to be unbearable when I finally noticed the lords and ladies turn from my husband to me, muttering and laughing under their breath.

Normally, I wouldn't even bat an eye over the opinions the pricks had of me or my husband. Here and now however, it was hard not to feel like a dunce, when I was the princess, yet I was standing alone, and my prince had ladies fawning over him left and right.

Enough.

I will not grant him the satisfaction of humiliating me any more than he has. I'm leaving.

Daemon watches, perking at the sight of the exit. He steps forward, away from the irritating voices, smirk falling, for it was never truly genuine in the first place.

His face hardens when there is an interception.

"My princess," a deep voice speaks, as a large man blocks me.

I lift my gaze and stop before we collide. Immediately, my spirits are lifted at the sight of the dark man's hair and beard, "Harwin."

His lips curve at the familiarity of my addressing.

"I thought you were off, doing gods-know-what again?"

Harwin chuckles, shaking his head, "the gods have allowed me to accomplish my tasks swiftly.

He raises a brow and places his hands behind him, "you're not leaving when the festivities have not even commenced yet, are you?"

I scoff, crossing my arms, "festivities are naught this eve, ser Strong."

"That is because," he steps forward, taking my hand slowly, "you and I have not yet shared a dance."

I roll my eyes at him, "you're a poor partner."

"And that is precisely why the festivities will commence."

I snort, smiling up at him, as he smiles back down. He takes my expression as wordless agreement. Harwin spins me once before leading me to the dancefloor. I chuckle at his theatrics. Poor he may be in dancing, he's always been good at making me smile.

I press slightly against him as his hand falls to my back, the other clutching my arm delicately.

"Tell me, Winne," I grip his firm shoulder as we glide with the music.

He snorts at my archaic pet name for him, rolling his eyes as he licks his teeth in amusement.

I am amused by his reaction, pleased to know that the name still held him tightly in annoyance, exactly like how it did when we were younger. I chuckle before deflating, "do men normally think it a game to toy with their wives' feelings?"

Harwin's amused expression fades. He grunts and spins me around, using the opportunity to eye Daemon, who was undoubtedly already looking at us.

When his eyes dart back to me, he purses his lips, "indeed this night is not at all festive to you, little doe."

I turn away from him, aimlessly looking at his collar to avert my glare elsewhere. He did not mean to trigger my anger, what he said was his pet name for me as children, but it had been since overshadowed by my husband's musing of the name; he called me his little doe in times he came to me as a predator and I appeared to him like prey.

My gut groans in annoyance.

Harwin notices my discomfort and does me the courtesy of changing the subject, "tis unfortunate for me to announce a tonne of men believe riling wives a thrilling sport."

I turn back to him; the darkness in my face melts when I catch the concern in his. I purse my lips tightly, pushing a stray curl away from his face, "and do you hold the same regard, Strong?"

"Hmm," he looks away to think, "my princess would be pleased to learn that as a child, I had a terrible playmate," Harwin turns back to me, raising his brows, "she was the most entitled little girl I ever met, was so viscous and strong."

I snort.

He mimics, "though perhaps not as strong as me. Still, I am aghast to ever think of crossing or treating a woman poorly, not even because I think it descent, but merely for I fear the rage of she."

I cannot help the fond smile that spreads on my lips. I tilt my head as we circle the room, continuing our movements, "I suppose it is the gods irony that the Strong boy fears a strong girl."

Harwin laughs, twirling me around once more. I break into a chuckle as he does so, a bit dizzy when he pulls me back close to him. I am heaving slightly when he pulls me close.

"I suppose it is, princess," he tilts his head.

In that moment, the song ends and each dance partner parts, clapping as they did, us included.

"Care for another dance, Winnie?" I ask, extending my hand to him.

"Actually," he leads me to the side, "I was wondering if you wanted a change of pace," Harwin brings us by a column, "I feel that, in all his pettiness, the prince has not yet told you that the flowers he requested for you have recently just been planted in the gardens."

"What?"

Harwin huffs, "I had the same reaction when I heard of it. Your husband is a fu-"

Instantaneously, I am pulled aside and a string of, what I knew to be High Valyrian curses, were muttered tightly. Daemon seethes, gripping me with his iron hand, "and what of her husband, Strong?"

Harwin is unfazed by the glare Daemon throws.

I wince at how rough his grip is on me, "unhand me!" I bark, shoving Daemon off me. He does not budge and tightens his grip further. It is clear to me Daemon is too blinded by his rage to realize he is hurting me.

It is because of this, Harwin finally steps in. He barks, yanking Daemon off me, stepping between us, "you're hurting your wife, prince!"

Of course the action only caused further injury to me, Daemon's nails grazed my skin, and yet I am thankful for Harwin's interception.

The vein on Daemon's neck flares as he presses forward, closer to his opponent, "you have no right to tell me what I do with my wife!"

The area of my arm that Daemon grabbed throbs in pain. Tears fog my eyes as I watch the two of them squabble.

"I have every right to protect the princess," Harwin flares, "especially from the likes of you."

"From the likes of me?!" Daemon narrows his eyes.

The crowd breaks into a shocked gasp when the prince lunges and grabs Harwin by the collar, muttering something in High Valyrian, then threatening, "I best kill you. Who the fuck do think you are to tell me anything, vermin?!"

"Daemon!" I quip, prying him off Harwin, "unhand him!"

"YOU KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF MY WIFE!" Daemon seethes, hands digging deeper into Harwin's clothing.

"KEEP YOUR ATTENTIONS ON HER THEN!" Harwin barks back, overpowering him, twisting Daemon's hands off him and shoving him away.

The next instant, the attentions of the entire room is upon us. I feel my blood pump as my head spins, unsure of what to do next. I still manage to act swiftly before anything else can happen.

I walk over to Harwin, calling out to him. "that's enough, please just-"

"Why are you going to hi-" Daemon starts, grabbing me again. He cuts himself back and recoils when I whine and draw back at the contact he makes at my sore arm, the arm he most definitely bruised.

I snap at him, throwing him a hot glare. He looks bewildered. He looks guilty. He doesn't even meet my eyes and instead is staring at my arm. I point a finger at him, "I'll deal with you later."

I turn back to Harwin, placing my hands on his chest, pushing him away, "go home, Winnie."

Daemon's head cocks, his lips twitches in an unpleasant manner, "Winnie?"

Harwin gently takes my arm, leaning in, "he hurt you."

I feel tears prick at the corner of my eyes. I fight them off as I whimper, "please, just go."

Harwin brushes his calloused hand on my injured arm before walking back and storming off.

When I turn back to Daemon, he is looking at me with a stoic expression. I grit my teeth and grab him, dragging him away with me as we leave this damned hall.

I take him all the way to our shared chambers, but I stop just outside the door. I finally release him and begin to berate him, "are you satisfied?"

Daemon stiffens at the sound of my shrill voice.

I heave, "not only did you ruin my night, you ruined everyone else's!"

His eyes evade me. His lips part when he sees my arm. He reaches out to me and I recoil, "don't you dare fucking touch me."

"I didn't mean-"

"YOU DIDN'T MEAN TO DO ANYTHING BUT YOU STILL DID THEM!" I scream. I poke his chest in anger, "you claim it's all a game to you, and yet you're the only one that ever enjoys it!"

"It's all that cunt, St-"

"IT'S YOU, DAEMON!" I flare, "It's always you!"

Daemon's face contorts. His breath hitches. He walks closer, "my love, please-"

"You hurt me, Daemon!" I word carefully, wanting it to finally get through his thick skull, "not just tonight, but for the past weeks!"

He calls out my name but I raise a hand to silence him.

"You're either sleeping on the floor or sleeping elsewhere."

He gulps, ready to plead his case again. I cut him off before he can even open his mouth.

"Speak a word in protest over my generosity and I will chose a far crueler fate for you," I coldly spit, walking toward the door, pushing it open. I look over my shoulder as I walk in the room, "what's it going to be, prince?"

Daemon cringes at the call, brows tightening along with his fists. He deflates and mutters under his breath, "floor."

I turn to him, eyes narrowing, "you were so loud a while ago, where did your fire go, dragon?"

"Floor," he utters walking in the room, stopping once he is in front of me. Daemon's expression is grave as he mutters again, "I'd much rather sleep on the floor, wife."

I pull away from him before he can even attempt to touch me. I walk towards our bed, grabbing a pillow, haphazardly throwing over to him. I glare darkly, "if you are cold, sleep by the fire, dragon."

Daemon calls out my name, wanting to begin his pleas again, but then he stiffens when he watches me walk toward the door, "where are you going?"

I scoff, "how cruel of you to think I'd sleep with a throbbing arm."

"I'll come-"

I turn to him, tears finally running down my cheeks. Daemon freezes in his spot. I huff, looking away from him, "do not show your face to me until I've calmed."

Daemon frowns.

"I mean it."

At last, he finally has the brain to no longer push the matter further.

[askinkiskarma]

ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ xᴠ - ꜱɪᴢᴇ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ

pairing: neteyam x human!reader (part of cruel summer)

➽ a/n: i am writing this like two hours before i'm posting, and i'm in the worst mood of my life and so i'm sorry if it comes across in my writing. i guess that's one of the many downsides of writing something the day before posting hahah. anyway, i hope you still enjoy x also i can't stop writing neteyam and vol apparently apologies

➽ words: 1k words

➽ warnings: it goes without saying, but all of these works (kinktober-related) are smut and therefore minors should NOT interact with them. other warnings include: a bit of choking, wimpering, subby!neteyam (switch!neteyam), size kink, a little angsty by the end

➽ taglist (x) ➽ kinktober masterlist (x)

He was so much bigger than you. So much bigger. His body towered over yours, over both Na’vi and humans alike. You remember every stage, every milestone celebrated. You remember his growth spur, when you were both 17, when he went from tall to freakishly tall, taller than his dad, much taller than his mum and his siblings. You remember every muscle as it grew almost in front of your eyes, how he went from lean like his Omaticayan ancestry to buff and muscular like his human one. 

It was easy now, to remember, as you straddled his hips, the darkness your bestest friend and secret keeper, allowing you these moments, allowing you to feel him, every inch of him, how it felt to be drunk on the way his supple, soft skin felt against your palms, the way your nipples perked as they grazed his chest when you pressed your body tightly against his own. How facile it was to get lost in him and in the feelings he elicited in you day after day, night after night, but particularly now, in these fleeting moments, in the few and far between moment in which it felt like he was... yours. Yours to have and to own, yours to lose and yours to love.

You licked a stripe from his collarbone to his jaw, smirking at the way his laboured breath got somehow heavier, thoroughly enjoying feeling wholly and completely in control for a change. 

“What’s that, Teyam? Do you have something to say?”

You loved when he was mean, and dominating. You loved when he fucked you in public, when he made you cry on his cock, when he forced your thighs apart so you could make a mess all over his face, you loved submitting to him in any and every way you knew how. But this… this had its moments, too. There was something… irresistable about the way he was squirming under your much smaller body, his hips bucking in the air, desperate for any ounce of relief that you could bestow upon him, but… you haven’t had your fun yet. 

“P-please, Vol. Fuck.”

Your touches were deliberate, your kisses strategically placed, slow and intentional, taking your time caressing and licking, biting and sucking all the way from his chest to his navel, down his happy trail, before focusing on his inner thighs, so close yet so far from the one place he truly needed you. 

“Please what, Teyam? What do you need?” 

A whimper, pushed past his plump, navy lips, as his arm covered his eyes unceremoniously was all he could muster in response, and you laughed against his groin, feeling near guilty at how much enjoyment you were drawing out of his pain. So, mustering as much self-control as you still had in you, you wrapped your delicate fingers against the intricate work of his knotted loincloth, undoing it and allowing his cock, thick and veiny and impossibly big to slap against his defined abdomen, leaving you a nearly drooling mess. It was hard to remember what you were trying to achieve, that you were meant to be in charge when there he was, rock hard and throbbing in your palm, spurts of precum falling down the shaft and interlacing with your fingers that would not meet as you stroked him from base to tip, mouth watering at the sight, at the way you couldn't wait until he was buried so deeply in you, it felt like he'd split you in half.

You knew it would hurt, taking him like this, topping him, riding him, but oh, that pain, the pain of being filled to the brim, of feeling him in your belly, of watching as he pushed the bulge his cock made down with his huge hands until you screamed... it was so, so worth it. You felt yourself dripping on him as soon as you aligned your folds to his tip, watching intently as he removed his arm covering his beautiful features to watch you, his eyes as wide as his pupils as they took you in, your naked body he worshipped, focusing on every inch of you before stopping at where your bodies met. You threw your head back as you began lowering yourself onto him, stifling a cry at the overwhelming sensation, at how the pleasure mixed with ache in a swirling, intoxicating amalgamation that threatened to completely unmoor you from this plane of existence and allow you to float among another, a higher one... a greater one. There was a small inadvertent gasp that filled the silence of the room when you felt his hand wrap around your throat, his thumb pressing on your jaw until you felt the air trapped in your lungs.

"Don't. Look at me, Vol. Keep your eyes on me while you ride me."

And so you did. And you came, hard and fast, and watched as he whimpered and moaned beneath you, thrusting upwards into you uncontrollably, over and over, unable to stop himself and the way having your tight little cunt was making his mind empty with no thoughts but one - a desperate desire to fill you up with his cum, over and over, until you were nothing but him, until his scent was so permeated with your own it was impossible to distinguish the two apart anymore.

He would never have you. You'd never be his. No matter how hard he wants you, in every way, forever and for always, that little fact, harsh and cruel, was indisputable. He would never be able to take you to the tree of souls and mate you, he'd never be able to form the sacred bond with you. Your kids will never run around the village and their laughter will never fill his soul with the happiness he only now knew when he was in your presence. This, this fucked up love he held so hidden in his heart, watching your eyes roll in the back of your head as the pleasure overcame your senses, whispering quiet, unspoken whispers of i love you, i need you, i wish things could be different... it would have to be enough.

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Conversations With A Stranger You Barely Know

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 1K Warnings: None

Author's Note: :D -Thorne

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She didn’t have to look up from the computer to know who walked into her office; with a smile, she greeted warmly, “Good morning, Lieutenant Riley. Right on time as usual.”

He grunted in return, collapsing into the patient chair.

“How’s the journaling going? Any new prompts since last time?”

“Few,” he muttered. “Wrote about when I was a kid.”

“That’s good progress. Would you like to talk about what you wrote?”

“Not particularly.”

She smiled and stood up, gathering her clipboard and pen. “Of course, as you know there’s never any pressure to share.” Sitting beside him, she crossed a leg over the other and gazed at him. “How have you been sleeping? Is the melatonin working any?”

He grunted, staring at the ceiling. “Stopped taking it.”

“Oh?”

“Started giving me weird dreams.”

“Nightmares?” she asked as she wrote something down.

“Not necessarily nightmares, not like the dreams I usually have, just…weird. Odd.”

“Any you’d perhaps like to describe?”

Simon blinked slowly. “I was driving on a road. Backwoods, a place I didn’t recognize. Just aimlessly driving.”

She watched him. “Do you remember how you felt when you were driving? Anxious? Sad? Content?”

“Unbothered. Like I was there driving because I could.”

“Alright, did anything else happen in the dream?”

“I stopped on the side of the road…a bird was on my side mirror.” Simon’s eyes narrowed. “A red bird.”

“Can you describe the bird?”

“Orange beak. Black face. Pointy top.”

She wrote something else down. “I think you’re describing a cardinal. Interesting.”

He turned his head. “What is?”

She tapped her pen on the board. “Cardinals, in many cultures and religions symbolize the…spirit, I guess you could say of a loved one who has passed. Typically, when you see a cardinal, it’s a sign that a loved one is visiting you.”

“I haven’t lost anyone. My family is all alive.”

“Have you recently lost any of your team?”

Simon looked away. “…Yeah…but he wasn’t a loved one. A friend. A teammate.”

She hummed. “Friends can be as close as family sometimes, Lieutenant. Perhaps this person was closer than you thought.”

“He betrayed us in Mexico.”

“I see…” she kept writing. “Lieutenant, do you sometimes think that despite the cool exterior and arm’s length attitude, you find your teammates closer than simple friends? That the idea of betrayal or abandonment means more to you than you care to admit?”

He kept silent, eyes still glued upwards. “Familiarity breeds contempt.”

She chuckled. “Fair counter, Lieutenant.” She looked up from her clipboard. “Tell me about a happy memory.”

He sighed. “Do I have to?”

“I can keep making points and asking questions that make you uncomfortable to think about because you’re having to admit that your values and decisions are being challenged in way you’re not fond of?”

He glared at the ceiling. “Why did Price make me come here?”

She smiled. “Because he recognized you needed to work through some things and not on your own like you usually do.”

“There’s nothing wrong with me.”

“I never said there was, Lieutenant. And there doesn’t have to be anything wrong with you in order to see a therapist. However, you cannot hide the fact that your childhood, career, and personal traumas and choices have formed who you are as a person. Even if you have worked through them by forcing yourself to be cold and unfeeling, you’re still a human being. You still have the same feelings and thought process that we all do. If nothing else, talking, helps you to let some of that sunken feeling come to the surface and be recognized and assessed.”

Simon’s expression had pinched beneath his mask, and he grumbled to himself before sighing. “I don’t like admitting I trust my closest teammates because I’m scared they’ll betray me and I don’t know if I can recover from something like that.”

She gave him a thoughtful smile. “Ghost, have you ever shared these concerns with the people on your team?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m not weak.”

“No, you’re not. But you tell the stories of these men and women who fight alongside you. You seem to heavily rely on the One-Four-One. On soldiers like Captain Price and Sergeant MacTavish.”

“…Yeah…”

“Lieutenant, how many times have either men saved or defended you in a fight?”

“More times than I can count.”

“And has there ever been a time, with either of them, that in the midst of battle, you have ever feared that they would leave you behind or do you harm? Even when you first met them and fought beside them?”

Simon was silent for a long time, then he shook his head. “No. There never has.”

“Lieutenant, the fear of being betrayed is one you’ve had since you were a child. Your father, from what you’ve told of me, betrayed your trust as a child. From there, you learned you could only rely on yourself, and you have a hard time opening up to those who are there to help you too. You find it hard to trust just about anyone, especially those who are there to watch your back.”

“How am I supposed to trust someone if in the future they may turn?”

“To trust someone is to have faith in them, Lieutenant. It’s to put your faith into their hands. And you’re correct, it’s not something that’s guaranteed. Because of this, you truly may never trust Captain Price or Sergeant MacTavish, but I ask this of you, do you think that the two of them trust you with their lives? That if they were in trouble, backs up against the wall, would they call you to help them? Would they trust you when the moment called for it?”

Before he could answer, a shrill ringtone went off and they both jumped, Simon grabbing his phone as he sat upright. “Ghost…yes sir…I understand…I’ll be there soon.” He hung up and stood. “Afraid I have to cut this short, Doc.”

“I understand, Lieutenant. Duty calls. Think about today’s session, write in your journal if you feel up to it.” She watched as he headed for the door. “We’ve made good progress, Lieutenant. I hope next week’s session is as productive as today's.”

His hand pulled the door open, and he paused. “Doc?”

“Yes, Lieutenant?”

“They would.”

“I’m sorry?”

Simon looked at her. “Price and Johnny…they’d call me for help.”

She smiled. “And would you be there?”

“In a heartbeat.”

[nathaslosthershit]

Death Glares and Loving Stares||Jamie Drysdale x Reader

Pairing: Jamie Drysdale x Reader

Warnings: Jealous Jamie

Summary: Two childhood friends, both too scared to admit their feelings.

Request(s): 

“hi love could you write something for Jamie soon? idc I’m not picky :)”

“Could you write for Jamie using this prompt?

“Since when did you start liking me?”

“Remember we were four and you face planted outside your house while running to get the mail? Two people fell that day, literally and figuratively.” 

Thanks!”

A/n: I really don’t love this fic so I apologize. I will definitely write something for Jamie again because I feel bad for releasing this.

Word Count: 1k

Being best friends with Jamie since before you both had even really developed a consciousness was a dream. You had never known a single day without the brunette by your side, even when one of you was sick, even when you two were fighting, even when his career took him far away from home, you were there. 

Having 24/7 access to Jamie had led the two of you to knowing each other more than you knew yourselves, and with that came the realization that you have never known a more perfect man for you, and you doubted you ever will. But, as is the case with many best friends in love, the fear of losing him outweighed the need for him to know your feelings. 

It didn’t feel good to watch as Jamie talked to, had feelings for, and dated other girls. Sure you had dated as well, you weren’t going to let your dating life cease to exist because of buried down feelings, but they never worked out because you couldn’t ever give 100% of yourself to them, not when Jamie already had so much of you.

That being said, the guy at the bar was cute. Boyfriend material? Definitely not. But he would be great to get your mind off of Jamie in the corner with another girl. 

Or maybe not.

Maybe it was that you weren’t interesting enough for him because soon after your conversation started, he started getting seemingly distracted and eventually made up a lame excuse to leave you and start talking to a new girl. Even though you couldn’t have cared less about the guy, it still hurt a lot for him to walk off.

Little did you know, it was the brunette shooting him daggers from the corner that scared him off. 

The girl in front of him was cute, don't get him wrong, but after five minutes, and an invitation to “get out of here and have some fun”, Jamie had lost interest and the girl had huffed off in annoyance. 

Now alone, Jamie scanned the room for you. Earlier, he was hoping to just spend the night by your side but soon chickened out when he saw you scanning the room for any potential people to talk to. 

Which was fine.

He could find someone to talk to.

In fact, it would probably be better if he found someone first so that you didn’t feel pressured to stay by his side, no matter how much he wanted you to. 

You weren’t his, he had no claim to you, so he had absolutely no right to be upset when you found someone. 

At least that's what he told himself while he shot daggers at the man you were talking to. It wasn’t his intended purpose to scare him off but he wasn’t necessarily upset about it. Until he saw you sitting at the bar, disappointed that you had been left alone once more.

“You think it's time to go?” Jamie asks from behind, surprising you.

“Yeah, it was stupid to come here.” You pout, making him feel worse.

As you head outside, you explain what went down, unaware of Jamie’s part in the whole mess. It wasn’t that you had really liked the guy. Most nights, you wouldn’t have spent as much time thinking about him, but with his sudden departure and already having felt rejection from Jamie as he talked to the girl, you felt so insecure.

Seeing how upset you were killed Jamie. 

“I’m sorry” He exclaims, the guilt eating him alive.

“It's not your fault, the guy was an ass I guess, or maybe I'm just not that interesting.”

“No.. no please never think that. I- seeing you talking to him just made me mad, to the point where I may or may not have glared at him till he left you.”

Shock caused you to stop where you were. Jamie had scared him off? 

“But why would you- weren’t you talking to that girl?”

“Oh please. I had been wanting to talk to you all night. When I offered to take you to the bar it wasn’t to go hunting for some one-night stand. I just thought that we could have had a nice night together. But this ended up being a shit show for the both of us. I couldn’t handle seeing you with him, even though you aren’t mine. Even though I have been too much of a wimp to tell you how I have felt about you for years. And I'm sorry for that.”

How are you supposed to even respond to that? You supposed there was nothing to even say, so you kissed him. And after a few seconds, he kissed you back.

In the middle of the sidewalk, in the dark, you finally kissed your best friend of many, many years. His hands circled your waist while yours went to his hair.

You both pulled away to take a breather.

“Since when did you start liking me?”

“Remember we were four and you face planted outside your house while running to get the mail? Two people fell that day, literally and figuratively.” 

“You’re an idiot, Jamie. We could have solved many issues had you said something earlier.”

“I don’t know why all this blame is getting put on me. You easily could have said something as well, love.” Touché. You kiss him again.

[riiwrites]

lacy

☆ pairing : yosano x female reader

☆ genre : sort of angst, fluff towards the end.

☆ summary : your reunion with yosano takes a surprising turn when you come to terms with your sexuality.

☆ a/n : this is loosely based off of the song ‘lacy’ by olivia rodrigo, this song already has such a precious place in my heart and i just had to write something about it, all credits and lyrics belong to her.

☆ warnings : NOT PROOF READ! may have some spelling mistakes or perspective errors.

☆ wc : 1k

You hated this.

You hated the fact that you were at a loss of concentration as you couldn’t focus on a single thing she was telling you, you could only think of one thing.

Although you could never figure out why you thought of it in such a way.

Perhaps not seeing her in so long made her so endearing, so captivating as she was one of the many people you trusted with your whole life, a catch up was needed, you were thinking of her because you missed your friend.

Or maybe it was her dear angel eyes, as wide and white as daisies, catching your glimpse and capturing you in a trance you could never quite figure out how to get out of.

Or perhaps it was her delicate skin, as white and soft as puff pastry, the pale skin you thought of placing your hand against as you caressed her cheek with your thumb, staring lovingly into her violet coloured orbs as you leaned in to—

"How have you been?"

The soft breathy tone of voice you had missed hearing so long ago snapped you out of your thoughts within an instant as you blinked a few times, your eyes slowly travelling up from the dark wooden table to be met with the same violet coloured orbs you had just pictured. You stare blankly into her eyes as you try to form an answer, thinking to yourself, a long pause emerges between you two until eventually she speaks once again.

"I mean, you just left without a single word."

"Do you not care?"

Of course you did, what kind of question was that?

You seemed to be so consumed with your own thoughts you had forgotten the ability to speak. You figured it was just because of the shock you had with the following questions and statements, statements that were true. You did leave without a single word, fleeing your home and your friendship with Yosano, and you knew why, you couldn’t stand being in that failure of a friendship anyways. You were always envious of Yosano and her angel like persona, she had everything you could’ve ever wanted. You knew why you left.

Or so you thought.

"I do care."

You start, fiddling with your fingers as you begin to grow more careful and conflicted with your next words.

"I’ve been- meaning to call you, I guess you just did first."

Yosano nods slowly, her lips tight in a straight line. It’s clear she doesn’t quite believe you and you didn’t blame her. and to be quite frank, you didn’t quite believe yourself either.

"I’ve been thinking of you."

She perks up at your words, she looks surprised, you even swore you saw her cheeks flush just a little bit.

"..you have?"

Fuck, you shouldn’t have said that, just look at her face. Her parted lips, her eyebrows raised just above her beautifully cut bangs. She was ethereal, and you hated that.

You hated the fact that she had everything you could ever want, her looks, her personality, her figure, it’s like she was practically made of angel dust.

"That still doesn’t really explain why you left though."

Her shocked expression fades, her eyebrows furrowing together as she stirs her sugar into her coffee cup, resting her hand on her chin as she looks up at you.

You weren’t the best at confrontation, hence why you never made the first move to try and get in contact with her again. You knew you were the one to blame anyway, but why did you have to be so weird about it?

"I’m sorry, okay? Just things got complicated and—"

"What do you mean complicated? You could’ve reached out, I could’ve helped you. I was always there for you Y/N."

Her eyebrows continue to furrow. You couldn’t figure out if it was due to either the confusion or frustration but you assumed it was a mix of both.

"Yeah I know, I get that, I just.."

You take a pause, diverting your sight onto the wooden floor of the cafe shop before letting out a soft sigh

"..couldn’t."

Yosano looks at your worn out expression, worry and irritation becoming more apparent in her face as she bites the inside of her cheek trying to suppress her inner thoughts from coming out her mouth.

"You look tired. Conflicted, almost."

She analyses you with such precision, looking you up and down so she can justify her reasons to her judgement. Well, she was right about both things.

You were tired and you were conflicted.

"Do you wish to talk about it?"

"No."

You said that a bit too sharply than intended. She gave you an irritated look before sighing again.

"I should go."

She begins to stand up, the chair scraping against the wooden floor being the only thing that made your eyes widen and snap up in an instant as you see her beginning to leave.

"Wait!"

You follow her movements within a swift moment as you reach out for her, grabbing her shoulder from over the small coffee desk permitting space between you two.

She turns around, her eyes widening as a small reoccurring blush appears on her sweet face. She stares at you for a few moments whilst a wave of silence hits you both like a rush of wind. The silence was rather loud to say the least, you staring into each others eyes with softened expressions as you inhaled a deep breath.

"Please, I just.."

You attempt to try and find some words to justify yourself.

"I’m afraid if I..say what I truly feel then you’ll hate me."

She blinks, her eyes soften at this, seeing your sudden vulnerable state as you then refuse to make eye contact with her.

"And that’s just..something I can’t go through again. I wont allow it."

A long pause slices inbetween you two, before Yosano breaks it

"Y/N, you leaving was your choice, not mine."

She starts

"You left with your own plan, your own volition. I assure you I wouldn’t make the same vulgar move you did to me."

Ouch, that hurt.

But it was true, you were quite hypocritical for saying that.

"You don’t understand though, it pained me to leave—"

"You don’t think it pained me too?!" She snaps before fully turning around to face you.

"The one you left behind, without a call or goddamn text?! Without a reason?! God, Y/N you seriously didn’t think I was hurt after you left? How low do you think I am?"

Not as low as your reasoning, that’s for sure.

You blink a few times out of surprise at Yosanos sudden outburst, although it was very much needed to snap you back out of your pitiful state.

You swallow a lump in your throat, you begin to sweat, why were you feeling like this? Say something goddamnit.

"What was your reason, Y/N like really. What was your reason and purpose to go off and leave me deserted like that, huh? Just tell me-"

"I fell in love with you."

The pressure was too much. You had cracked.

Yosano pauses, taken back by this. Her lips go parted in utter shock with her eyes now wider than ever.

The silence was now overwhelming, you felt your heart racing as if it was going to explode out of your chest, you couldn’t bare the rejection.

"I knew it. I’m sorry I need to go."

Not even without a second thought, you rushed off past Yosano and out of the shop, taking your bag with you.

Yosano looks behind her as you rush off, before rushing after you and out the door.

"Y/N, wait!" She pleads, suddenly feeling an immense amount of regret for snapping at you.

"No! Just don’t okay? I already know what you’re gonna say."

"Y/N please just look at me!"

She finally catches up to you, you stop for a brief moment and turn around to look at her, your emotions getting the best of you as you begin to take in deep breaths to try and console yourself.

Yosano looks broken seeing you like this. "Oh, Y/N.."

"How did you know?"

You sigh as you look off to the side.

"I guess I always have, just didn’t come to terms with it until..seeing you again."

You take a pause before recollecting yourself.

"Yosano, i care so much. God, ever since I left you were the only thing I could think about. You could take over my mind and have it as your own for all I care. You were the only thing I could’ve possibly needed and wanted.."

Yosano takes your hand into hers, you don’t particularly notice though as you continue rambling.

"I know I said I fell in love with you, as in past tense..but I think that was because I was afraid to tell you that I still do love you. I love you Y-"

Yosano interrupts you with her lips as she kisses you softly, but harsh enough for you to keep quiet. I think it’s safe to say this action had left you absolutely speechless, with the way your lips trembled against hers and the way your body stumbled back, but Yosanos hand quickly guided you back to her with the grab of your waist. She pulled you closer, relishing in the way you melted into her touch.

After a few moments, she pulls away from her, her grip on your waist still remaining. You stare at her with absolute shock, breathless and enchanted as if you were under a spell, her spell she’s had you under for years.

She smiles softly, removing her other hand from yours as she reaches up to caress your cheek softly, gazing into your eyes with her soft loving violet like ones.

"Oh, love, how I wish you told me sooner.."

The sudden words warmed your heart, you felt acceptance for one of the first times in forever, a sort of relief washed over you as you warily smiled back, tears reappearing into the corners of your pretty eyes again as you sniffle.

"I love you too, Y/N. I always have."

She continues to caress your cheek, slowly moving her hand up to your hair as she begins to run her fingers through it gently. Your cheeks turn to a more pink hue as you lean your head into her gloved hand, smiling so sweetly and not wanting to let go.

"Its always been hard for me to..tell people and be out, but I really wanna try."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Yosanos smile grows fonder as she leans in to rest her forehead against yours, you two not knowing the word of personal space and especially in the middle of the damn sidewalk.

"You don’t have to be out to people if you don’t want to be..your sexuality is your choice and your decision, it’s nobody else’s business."

You nod, giving her back the same smile.

"I know, but I want to try."

Yosano huffs out a little laugh of admiration, before popping a gentle kiss on your forehead.

You scrunch up your nose and giggle, thinking to yourself as you stare at her.

"What?" She asks, cocking her head to the side and giggling with you. You grin and bury your face into her shoulder, hiding your love filled expression before finally replying.

"..I despise my wicked mind and how much it worships you.."

TAGLIST : @solandiss @hopefulpain @forgotten-blues @ruru-kiss @abyssinspace @texas-bitch-yee @ezraisfurity @lvstyangel @thetizzler @is-therelife-onmars @atlasnessie

a/n : i’m not rlly proud of this one as i feel I could’ve written this better, but i hope you all enjoy, thank you for the wait!!

[cottoncandyloverrrr]

My first piece of writing will be based off of one of @bountycancelled ‘s posts. It will be a multi part series bcuz 1. I hate one shots 2. I can’t write long fan fictions yet. Idk how many parts but prob 3 parts at most. I only like to write 1k words max.

Word count: 347

Warnings: none, Sanji simping but that’s nothing to be warned abt. Blood. Spoilers for anyone who isn’t at or past ep. 48(I think)

Pairing: none really, Sanji x y/n, Sanji x reader i guess.

You were wearing slightly more revealing clothes compared to your usual coverage in outfits. You have quite a cutesy style of clothing. Sanji is giving you many compliments as you shop from the multiple stores. After some time Sanji is carrying several bags, which leaves you feeling guilty.

“Sanji, I can carry some of the bags” you offer as you both continue walking down the streets.

“I can carry these bags just fine love” he slightly flirts while reassuring that he doesn’t need your help. You both continue walking until a man tries hitting on you. You politely decline his date offer. When he doesn’t leave you alone both you and Sanji grow more annoyed at this man. You were preparing yourself to fight him. Before Sanji could even think about lifting his leg to kick the man, you had the man on the floor with a broken nose and blood everywhere. Sanji was shocked but it only made him fall deeper in love. You were complaining about how hard it was going to be to remove the blood stains you’d gotten

“My shirt! This will be so difficult to remove blood from!” You complain, your pastel blue shirt is covered in blood splatters. You readjust the bow in your hair.

“I can clean your shirt for you!” Sanji offers, you want to decline but he won’t take no for an answer.

You both begin heading back to The Going Merry. Sanji carefully sets your shopping bags down in the girls cabin. He asks for your shirt so he can clean it “I can clean your shirt now y/n!” He won’t em accept ‘no’ as answer. So after he leaves the cabin you change your shirt and give the stained one to Sanji “Thank you y/n! I’ll have your shirt super clean!”

The end? (Maybe)

Sorry I don’t know what else to add. I might make another part if I can figure out what to add.

[nefiliver]

‼️ EMERGENCY COMMISSIONS‼️

there's an emergency that happened and I am in need of immediate money, I don't know where else to come since I already asked others that I know of but the money was still not enough.

1k words — $10

2k words — $15

I am an adult and I will write anything. (nsfw and sfw and any genres and also dark content) no refunds!

example of my work:

A male sat atop a throne, his face looked like a perfectly sculpted marble statue, his face structure was the type of face that would incur the envious wrath of gods and goddesses in mythology. 

You could not spot a single blemish or flaw on his face that it almost seemed as if he wasn't real, not even a single hair of his  jet black locks was out of place. The long black robes under the longer golden cloak flowing down his body that pooled around his feet, complimented the colour of his dark brown eyes. Those eyes looked as if it could pierce anyone with one gaze and make them tremble with fear, cowering away from him.

But there was a hint of worry swirling deep inside those sharp eyes, it seems off to see such an intimidating person hold a caring emotion.

The cause of his growing worry was his sister who had been going out of the royal grounds without leaving a note of her whereabouts or letting her countless servants know where she's headed to.

Akio was starting to feel restless, from fear that was rooted from the countless thoughts of situations that could endanger her dear sister's safety. It was making him anxious to the point that he could no longer properly do his duties without getting agitated.

'what have you been up to, my sister?'  

His brows furrowed as his dark brown orbs glowed with concern when he heard one of Akira's maids delivering the news of her sneaking out of her estate again to go off to somewhere unknown to him.

"Do tell me, Do you have any Idea where she could be sneaking off to?"

He asked a question yet the trembling maid knew it was an order, his voice was low and threatening, it was as if a Lion was about to maul the poor maid and she couldn't help the way her voice trembles from fear as she tries to avoid the prince's gaze.

"N-no, My prince."

His hands clenched around the armrest of the throne, trying to ease the feeling of annoyance that was rapidly building up inside him upon hearing the same exact answer he had heard weeks ago, was his sister's servants really that incompetent to not know the answer to his simple question and do a simple task that he had given them from weeks prior? 

It was making his blood boil, remembering where he is and how his sister would react to him being aggressive, he tried to calm his nerves by taking a deep breath as his chest heaves in and out.

"You may go now."

The maid bowed her head as she quickly scurried out of the suffocating walls of the prince's throne room, the prince's presence was so intimidating that it felt like the maid was getting judged right in front of god.

"Utterly useless, are any of you even competent enough to be near my sister?"

His voice wasn't raised but it dripped with such venom that all the people present inside the room felt themselves sweat and tremble from fear of what he'll do to them

The prince was known to execute those who he deemed worthless even if the reason was childish, most of those people were the ones who the prince deemed unuseful to the princess have been executed in many creative painful ways.

"It seems like I have to do everything on my own, again."

Akio massaged his forehead, trying to ease the incoming headache caused by these fools. Why is everyone around his sister so utterly useless? Does he need to keep his sister inside his estate so that his own guards could watch over her and she wouldn't be able to cause any harm to herself anymore? no, that would cause rumours to arise and it would tarnish his already unsavoury reputation.

'I guess I'll have to see what my sister has been up to for these past few weeks.’

and with that, Akio made up his mind to follow his sister to find out about who she could be sneaking out for.

Akio held out his hand and his right-hand man's bowed head perked up at his action as he gestured for him to come near him, 

"Luca, deliver a letter to everyone who has a meeting with me tomorrow, tell them that I am feeling unwell and I am unable to see them."

He ordered  and seeing the quizzical look on the other man's face who looked as if he was about to say something but was interrupted by Akio raising his hand in front of his face

"Do not ask questions and immediately do what I said, or would you rather see yourself locked in the Cold Estate?"

It was as if Akio's dark brown eyes were glowering down at him and Luca knew that he could not trust his voice to not waver under the pressure of his master's terrifying presence, Luca opted to nod his head at Akio's words as he bows his head and politely leaves the room.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚ 

It was the next day, and Akira couldn't be more excited to see her dear friend again.

"Mayne, could you please fetch me something freshly cooked on the Royal Kitchen?" 

The princess sat on a rather expensive looking stool as she combs through her beautiful rich chestnut brown hair that was flowing in loose waves, perfectly framing her face.

"Going to sneak out again, princess?"

The maid who was currently tidying up the princess's room looked back at her master who was unsurprisingly already looking at her through the mirror, she could see the way Akira's cheeks turn into a pout as she tries to defend herself

"It's not like that.. Geez, you make it sound as if I was off to meet some random dangerous person that I met."

"Well, Isn't that the case?"

"Wha- Not at all! The person I always meet is the kindest person you'll ever know! She's so nice that I sometimes get guilty for leaving her alone every time I visit her.."

The princess's entire demeanour quickly dropped as she sulked at that thought, Akira often leaves the female alone at the shop even if she was the one who always distract her from her work with her chatter.

"Oh, pardon me then for misunderstanding, the prince makes it seem as if it were a big deal."

"The prince..? wait! you mean brother?!"

Seeing Mayne nod her head at the princess's words was enough to send Akira to a series of panic, her brother is probably freaking out! if he found out already, he won't allow her to get out of the castle anymore and she barely ever leaves the castle even before meeting y/n.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚

The street was bustling with life, you could hear the countless yelling  of vendors trying to attract customers, the crowd's chatter and the sounds of carriages thumping on the ground could be heard the most and the nosy environment wa adding to Akio's irritation but he have to endure it, for his sister.

His eyes scanned around the area, trying to pin-point where his sister could be.

[lilaccrxsh]

let your heart be light - Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x F!Reader

Description: Christmas eve with your boyfriend, Maverick, at the Bradshaw's :D

Content warnings: alcohol (wine), mentions of starting a family, mentions of sex but no actual sex

Word count: just a quick 1k

A/N: this started as a maladaptive daydream and I just had to quickly write it down :)

“Uncle Mav, Aunt Y/N, come and put cookies out for Santa with me!” 

Little Bradley’s voice rang out throughout the Bradshaw household as soon as you and your boyfriend stepped into the home. The kid raced to the front door, crashing into both of you in an attempt to hug your legs at the same time. Carole sighed at her son’s behaviour, but a wide smile was seen on her face regardless. 

“Hey, baby Goose.” Maverick leant down to hug the little boy as arms were thrown around his neck. “Someone seems excited…”

“It’s Christmas eve!” Bradley exclaimed. 

“I’d never have guessed.” Pete laughed as Bradley let go of him to show off the Christmas pajamas he was wearing. The rest of the house was equally Christmassy. Paper chains, supposedly made by Bradley, were hung around the ceiling. The warm glow from the lights on a Christmas tree flooded into the hall from the main room. 

“I’m so sorry we’re late.” You said to Carole, handing over the bottles of wine and bag of food you had brought with you. “The number of cars on the road…”

“Don’t apologise, Y/N! You’re here now, that's all that matters. Just in time to help Bradley with gifts for Santa.” She winked as her son grabbed you and Maverick, a larger hand in each one of his, and pulled you in the direction of the kitchen. 

“Mommy and I have made cookies!” 

There were indeed about a dozen chocolate chip cookies laid out on a plate on the table. 

“How many do you think Santa would like? One? Two? Three?”

“I think Santa may only manage one or two.“ Goose had joined the party in the kitchen. Bradley nodded in his father’s direction and chose the two largest to put onto a smaller plate. Carole and Goose shared a knowing look. 

“Milk! We need milk!” 

“Has he been this excited all day?” You whispered to Carole, feeling as if the excitement was infectious. 

“Try all week.” Carole replied. You chuckled, watching Goose help Bradley pour a glass of milk. 

“Mommy, what about the reindeer? They need to be fed too.” Bradley’s eyes were wide and imploring. 

“I’ve saved them some carrots.” There was a glint in Carole’s eyes. “Your dad will show you where they are.” 

It was only when a complete spread of cookies, a glass of milk, and three carrots (Bradley had wanted nine, one for each reindeer) were put out on the table, that Bradley’s energy started to waver. All five of you were in the sitting room, the adults with full wine glasses, Bradley curled up in between you and Pete on the sofa. His head was in your lap, your hand smoothing through the soft curls on the top of his head. You looked up and over to Pete, who was watching the both of you with the softest expression you had ever seen. 

“I think it’s time for bed…” Carole said, as Bradley’s eyes were fluttering open and closed in an attempt to stay awake. 

“But I want to stay here!” It was a weak plea as tiredness was evident in his voice. 

“But Santa won’t come if you aren’t asleep.” Goose piped up. 

“Ok…” He conceded. “But I want Uncle Mav to take me up.” 

Bradley sat up from your lap, making grabby hands at your boyfriend. Pete shuffled closer to you on the couch, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before scooping his God-son up into his arms, Bradley’s cheek squishing into his shoulder. Your heart swelled at the sight. All of you followed Pete up the stairs, watching as Pete gently lay the boy down onto his bed and tucked him under the covers.

“Goodnight baby Goose, sleep well, yeah?” Maverick smoothed his hand over Bradley’s curls. He then stepped back, joining you near the door so Carole and Goose could say goodnight to their son. You lent into Pete, allowing your head to rest comfortably onto his shoulder, his arm around your waist. Carole hooked a colourful stocking over the end of Bradley’s bed. The boy mumbled something that might have resembled ‘Goodnight’, before rolling over to sleep. 

The door was closed behind everyone, then Goose said, “Shall we get this party started then?” 

+ + +

It was later on, after deciding that following Bradley to bed was a good idea, you were laying with Pete on the Bradshaw’s guest bed. You were content, snuggling into Pete’s warm chest as you lay on your side. One of Pete’s hands was in your hair, fingers tangling within the strands. 

“Seeing you with Bradley…” Maverick trailed off, as if lost in thought. You hummed to prompt him to continue. You nestled your head further onto his torso. 

“I’m just imagining our children running around on Christmas eve.”

You bit down on your lip before saying, “That’s sweet.” 

“Don’t call me ‘sweet’.”

“Cute, then.” 

Even in the darkness, you could tell his cheeks had blushed with colour.

“But last time I checked, Mav, we didn’t have any children.” You joked, hoping you could hide just how happy Pete’s musings had made you. 

“You do know there’s an easy fix for that…” 

“Peter Mitchell, I am not having sex with you at the Bradshaw’s!” Your loud whisper was accompanied by a teasing slap aimed at his chest. You felt his laugh through your own body as he wrapped his arms around you tighter. You squealed as you were pulled on top of him, your legs naturally falling onto either side of his. 

“I will kiss you though.” Your voice was low and sultry, lips brushing over Maverick’s in a ghost of a kiss. He met you in the middle, kissing you properly. 

“Ok,” He said, moving to kiss your neck, “a new years resolution then.” 

"I shall hold you to that, Mitchell."

Merry Christmas guys! 🎄💖

[firawren]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks for the tag @aloveforjaneausten!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 34 (holy crap how did that happen?)

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 268,434

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly Beauty and the Beast and Pride and Prejudice, but I also occasionally write for others.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

All of them are Elizabeth/Darcy from Pride and Prejudice, surprise surprise.

Mr. Darcy's bedchamber (rated E, 8.2k words) Premarital smut and wedding night sexy times.

The last man in the world whom I could ever suspect of being ticklish (rated M, 746 words) Fluffy funny sexy times ficlet.

Ungentlemanly (rated E, 5k words) 5+1 smut about Darcy learning to talk dirty in bed.

I come back to the place you are (rated G, 1k words) Fluffy funny missing/embellished scene from canon.

Carrots and the missing bonnet (rated G, 793 words) Post-canon newlywed fluff ficlet.

5. Do you respond to comments? I try! Sometimes I take a long time, or miss responding to some, but I always read and love every single comment I get.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I never write angsty endings. I guess Needing exercise, a chance to use our skills is the closest, because it's kind of bittersweet?

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? All of my fics end happily, so it's hard to say which is the happiest. Maybe Transformation?

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not yet, knock on wood.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yep, though only about half of my works involve sex. It is always extremely sappy even when it's extremely filthy **cough Everything he's got cough**. Porn with feelings is just my favorite!

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I've written two so far. I suppose Rediscovering what was lost is craziest just because I break up two canon couples that most people love (myself included) and put them with other people, but still, it's not at all a crazy crossover, IMO.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? No.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? I started to, but it's not finished.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship? Beast/Belle

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I suppose my Gaston/Lumiere smut fic, just because literally no one cares about them as a ship haha!

16. What are your writing strengths? I think I'm good at characterization and description.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Plotting, dialogue, humor.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I don't really understand this question... I only speak and write in English. In my BatB fics, I will use French words and phrases occasionally, but not full dialogue.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Pride and Prejudice

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I think I have to say Transformation (rated E, 123k words, Beast/Belle and Gaston/Lumiere) because I'm really pleased with how I was able to create a solid, interesting plot with multiple stories woven together, I think I did a good job with the characterization and emotions, and it just has so many tropes and kinks in it that I personally love, so I can read it for my own personal enjoyment!

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