#it took me a long time to answer sowwy

[psin314]

Hi, I saw that you don’t currently, but do you think you might ever do commissions? I love your art style. My friend just showed me a bunch of it and you work is incredible. Thanks for your time!

actually i'm planning on opening comms soon! just need to figure out some things (like payment, prices etc..). so stay tuned. also thank you!!

anyway how much do you think should a pic from me (for example my last silly drawing with shep and garrus) cost? 🤔

[webslingingslasher]

Hi Mm this is socks lmao, but could I request something with reader having a horrible day where everything goes wrong, nothing feels right, and she's tired of like carrying the world and everyone one else on her back and Peter is just the sweetest guy ever babying her and hold her while she cries? Yep that's me, but with no Peter

sowwy it took so long, i had a few requests for this and put them all in one giant pot. i also hope everyone here is feeling better ❤️

Totally broken, you just needed someone to hold you. 

It had been an awful day of an awful week of an awful month. Punch after punch, you couldn’t take anymore. Holding yourself the entire walk to the frat house, only allowing yourself to sniffle and keep a steady flow of tears, nothing too hysterical to pass in public. 

Almost tripping over a curb you choke back a sob, all you could do was manually breathe and think of the path to the house. You weren’t even sure why you wanted to go there anyways, you’d never gone to Peter before all upset and choked up. 

And knowing him, he’d hate it and send you away informing you that taking care of your crying mess wasn’t in his job description. 

Focusing on breathing, you knocked at the solid door and prayed Peter would answer, save for any of his brothers mid breakdown. But, like most of today and this week, things did not go in your favor. 

“Trouble?”

He wasn’t your boy. 

“Is Peter here?” shoddy breaths, you’re about to collapse in a sob, you shouldn’t be here. “Actually, nevermind, I’m,” you inhale sharply, tears skip down your cheeks, “I’m, um, gonna go home.” 

Spinning on your heel a warm hand closed around your wrist tugging you inside, “no, you’re not. Parker would fucking kill me if I let you leave like this.” Wiping your cheeks and trying to pull away, “he wouldn’t want to deal with me, I should…” shaking his arm off and trying to make a dash before he caught you by the hood of your jacket. 

Gagging you pull at the neckline, “what the fuck, Ethan?” 

“Parker!” He calls up the stairs, adrenaline killing your tears, trying to pull away but useless in his grip. Jerking the fabric, trying to release it from his hold, “let go, Ethan!” 

“Parker!” Wincing at the shriek in your ear, “see? He doesn’t care, I sho-” 

Your shoes squeak on the floor, holding your jacket as far as you could from your neck when Ethan dragged you across the landing of the house, fumbling into his chest to stop the tension. He was being anything but gentle, raising his fist to pound at the wall. 

“Parker! Get the fuck down here!” 

While trying your last attempt to break free, Ethan twists the hood in his hold, causing you to pause in an awkward position, if you moved you’d be choked. “Ethan, I swear to fucking god I’ll-” 

“Park-” 

Stomps on the stairs.

“Say my fucking name one more time, Keznek, I fucking dare you.” 

Like a deer in headlights, you freeze. The second Peter hits the landing his frustration was washed into concern, not even caring his brother and best friend was watching, pouting all soft. You weren't crying anymore but the evidence showed, written all over your face was a cry session.

“My baby,” feathersoft, his words scooped you up and held you. Ethan’s hand dropped the second Peter took a second step, abandoning post and taking the stairs two steps at a time. Standing in front of you, his thumbs run under your eyes, “why’s my girl so sad, hm?” 

Suddenly, that lump in your throat you’ve been swallowing won’t stay down. Blinking fast trying to stop tears, which fails useless as your bottom lip trembles and he’s being so soft and he’s never been this comforting before. A sob escapes, the dam breaks. 

Peter’s never seen you cry before, you’ve called him once before while upset and he thought that hurt him. Watching you cry and desperate for air makes him break, he’s never had a girl come to him so broken. He doesn’t even know what to do or say, “give me a cuddle, c’mon, I know how happy that makes you!” 

Instantly you’re wound around him, exhaling shaky breaths in his chest while he scratches slowly at your back. Tears bleed through his shirt but he doesn’t say a word, he thinks he might be making it worse because you’re getting worse. 

Racking breaths made him push you away, he was genuinely scared you’d pass out. 

“Okay, c’mon. Take a breath and follow me, okay?” Choking as you gasp, his hand holds yours tight until you reach a room off the kitchen, Peter sits on the edge of a couch and holds your hands. “Deep breath, baby.” You try to do it but fail, whimpering an apology. “I’m not asking you to stop crying, I just need you to breathe.” 

It’s weak but he takes it, “one more for me,” it’s smoother this time, rubbing at an eye to clear your vision. Gulping, you force yourself to take another deep breath, this one ceasing the tears for the moment. 

Peter pushes himself backwards to sit on the couch, patting the small spot next to him you follow the command. Your butt in the small space, legs thrown over his lap. “You almost knocked yourself out, trouble.” 

He’s trying to lighten the mood but you just feel vulnerable and sad, resting your cheek on his shoulder you sniff. Voice breaking at the words, “I’m really sad, petey.” And fuck, he hates that nickname, but the way you uttered it, like a child with a terrible confession, made him want to hold you and never let you leave. 

Hands tickle up and down your legs, “wanna tell me why?” 

Blowing a shaky breath you shug, a tear falls when you blink. 

“I mean, everything?” To Peter, it sounds like you’re holding back and he won’t stand for it, not until he knows what made his girl cry like that. 

“I’m here for you to unload, I’m trying to take that,” he gestures to your body, “and put it here,” crumpling the tension into a ball and forcing it into his heart. 

“I failed my math test, I was fired from the campus store, Zoe and Lana are fighting and they want me to pick a side but I know they’ll get over it and then I’ll always be the asshole that chose a side, and to top it all off my sister called me and I felt like it was my job to give relationship advice cause,” you give a dry laugh, “obviously, I’m in the right position to tell people about their shit boyfriend.” 

A shit sandwich, you were right. Everything was wrong. 

“What can I do for you?” 

Because he feels helpless, but he’s done more than enough already. 

“Just… hold me.” 

“I can do that.” 

And he does, even a little longer after you said you were finally okay. 

[x0llaz]

Ghosting

Sungchan x Reader

ANGSTTTTTT SOWWY, fluff at the end, hurt comfort, self doubt, burnout, mentions of twilight

WC: 3k

pt 3 of my lil sungchan series. pt 1, pt 2

YN assumed that all was well in her relationship- situationship? Flirtationship?- the two had gone on their second official date, and hung out plenty of times beside then. She thought she and sungchan were doing great, until he stopped answering his texts. 

They had just seen each other before then- he took her out to dinner and bought them milkshakes. He had spent the night in her apartment, as he had grown used to doing, and they fell asleep playing video games on her couch. He had left the morning after after giving her a kiss on the cheek and saying ‘Talk to ya’ later, cutie’

The first day, YN assumed it must be he’s away from his phone- he doesn’t have to respond right away, and she didn’t need him to. 

But when another day passed, and then another, YN became skeptical. She began to criticize herself for texting him the usual good morning/good night texts when she got no response. Whe texted him asking if he was alright, but got no response. She asked him if he was going to a party Yunjin had invited her to, but her message was never read. She kept trying, but kept getting nothing. She felt pathetic. 

Eventually the days turned into a week, and still no word from sungchan. It confused her- they had been so close for weeks before, why drop her now? A week turned into two weeks, and YN felt herself lose her will to keep trying. Too many texts left on delivered, too little communication to justify her continuing to text a ghost. 

Had she done something wrong? She wracked her brain for anything she could’ve done to offend him, or make him upset, but couldn’t think of anything. She wondered if maybe he was talking to someone else or… maybe he just wasn’t interested anymore. 

She thought about their times together, their first date that was so perfect she almost thought she dreamed it. Kissing him when he showed up at her door, or when they’d snuggle up on her couch and watch movies they never really paid attention to. It all left her wondering what happened. Why was sungchan suddenly MIA?

She just felt… useless. 

YN decided to go out as a pick-me-up. Yunjin walked at her side, knowing of her struggle with sungchan, and more than willing to help her get her mind off things. Regardless of what was going on in YN’s mind, Yunjin was always a great pick-me-up.

“I mean we could go to a party tonight?” She suggested. 

“You know I hate parties,” YN rolled her eyes. 

“We wouldn’t stay long, plus, it’s a mostly girls party. It’s kind of exclusive,” Yunjin wriggled her eyebrows. 

“I’ll let you know if I want to go,” YN replied, her arms locked with Yunjin. 

“Well we gotta do something to get your mind off of sungchan,” 

“Pffft, it’s not like it’s that big of a deal. I’m fine, I promise,”

“It certainly hasn’t seemed like it.” Yunjin watched YN tilt her head to the side. “You seriously haven’t realized you’ve been mentioning him non stop for days?”

YN paused for a moment. “I didn’t think it was that bad,” she mumbled. 

“Oh, it’s bad bad. You can’t stop talking about it.”

YN looked down, embarrassed. “I’m sorry,” she muttered. She didn’t want to talk about it anymore, now feeling too exposed for how she had been really feeling.

Yunjin paused her steps, looking over to her friend. “Oh, no, don't apologize! It’s okay, I understand why,”

“I just feel bad, I really didn’t realize how much it was on my mind,” YN explained, staring at the pavement below her. 

“It’s okay, really,” Yunjin assured her. “It just makes me sad seeing you so sad over a man,” She shrugged, squeezing YN’s arm reassuringly.

“I really liked him though… and I thought…” She trailed off, sighing and shaking her head. 

“And that’s normal. It’s okay to be sad about stuff like this.” Yunjin told her. “Now perk up, cutie, We’ve got a weekend to waste, and a man to forget about.” 

The Two walked around the market, looking at handmade goods, and fresh pick fruits and veggies. For a while, YN began to let her mind wander from Sungchan. She enjoyed her time with Yunjin, joking around and talking about drama that had been going on in recent weeks. It was easy to forget about things when she was with Yunjin, it was easy to forget all her sorrows. 

They heard something from the distance, and perked up once more when they realized there was someone calling their names. 

“Is that them? Yunjin? Yunjin!” someone shouted from the distance, weaving through the crowd. “It is them!” He called, tugging someone behind them. “YN, Yunjin!” They recognized shotaro at a distance, smiling and waving at them. YN froze when she saw who was right beside him. 

Jung Sungchan. The man who had been ghosting her for two weeks. 

YN turned to Yunjin, her anxiety clear on her face. “You’ll be okay,” Yunjin whispered, keeping their arms interlocked. 

YN watched as the two of them approached, and almost immediately locked eyes with Sungchan. She stood there staring at him before tearing her gaze away and looking at the ground. WHen she looked up, Sungchan stood at a closer distance, a smile on his handsome face as he looked at her, holding his hand up in a friendly wave. If he hadn’t been ghosting her for weeks, her heart would’ve melted, she probably would have swooned. But alas, she was in no mood to swoon. 

“Hey guys!” Shotaro greeted cheerfully. “It’s good to see you, we’ve been meaning to hang out,” He nudged sungchan, whose face dropped a bit when YN avoided his gaze. 

“Yeah, it’s good seeing you guys,” His gaze was still fixed on YN, who had her phone pulled out, fingers typing away at something. 

It wasn’t long until Yunjin and Shotaro fell into a comfortable conversation, and Sungchan took a step closer to YN. 

“Hey,” He smiled, his voice soft. 

“Hi.” YN replied shortly. Sungchan took note, shifting his weight a bit. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, slightly concerned. 

“Yeah why?” She lied, folding her arms. 

“You just seem… more closed off.” He thought of their last time together, how close they had been, the stark contrast of this moment compared to then. 

“Well sorry, I’m not sure how to talk to someone who’s been ignoring me for two weeks,” YN glanced at him, voice stern. 

Sungchan furrowed his brows. “What do you mean?” He asked in confusion. 

YN rolled her eyes, not wanting to continue down this path. “Yunjin, I’m gonna head home. I’ll text you about the party,” she said before turning on her heel and walking out of sungchan’s sight. 

“So… why is YN mad at you?” Shotaro asked, taking a bite of his food. 

Sungchan shrugged. “I really don’t know? It kinda confused me.” The look shotaro gave him told him to continue. “She said I’d been ignoring her,”

“Have you been ignoring her?” Shotaro asked, knowing the answer, but wanting Sungchan to hear the truth from himself. 

The hesitancy Sungchan felt made his heart drop a bit, realizing that he had been ignoring her. “I… i didn’t think I was ignoring her,” He pulled out his phone to see the old messages he hadn’t taken the time to look at. “I didn’t really mean to,” 

“Yeah, well, you did,” Shotaro sighed. “When did you last see her?”

“I forget, but it wasn’t that long ago,” sungchan answered. 

“Okay… and when was the last time you texted her? When was the last time she texted?”

“She texted me a couple days ago…” Sungchan put his phone down, taking a few bites of his food, as if he could avoid talking if he had his mouth full. 

“Sunghcan,” Shotaro looked at him with a disbelieving expression.

“This food is really good,” Sungchan didn’t meet his gaze, stuffing his face with more food.

“Seriously, when was the last time you hung out?” Shotaro asked once more. 

“I don’t know, it couldn’t have been too far back,” sungchan shrugged. “I think… two weeks?”

“Two weeks????”

Truth be told, Sungchan had no intentions of ghosting YN. Hell, he barely realized he had been. 

When Sungchan got focused on something, it was almost like everything in the world stopped existing. That something happened to shift from YN, to his upcoming exam. It was the majority of his quarter grade, and in his efforts to study, he had unintentionally ignored nearly everything around him. Shotaro had begged him to go out for an hour or two that day, which was a struggle in itself. 

Needless to say, he had been burnt out, not even realizing it. He barely had been out besides classes, and his social life had taken a pretty big hit. He had been tired, focused so much on passing the quarters exam, that he neglected one of the biggest parts of his life. 

He hadn’t realized until he saw YN, how little time he had spent with her. In his time away, he never had the chance to think about just how much he missed her. Sungchan hadn’t thought much about the girl he liked so much- not because he lost interest, but because he was buckling under the pressure of school. 

Sungchan rubbed the bridge of his nose, sighing in his own frustration. “I know, I know,” he looked up at shotaro. “So?”

“So what?” Shotaro asked.

“So what should I do? I messed up,” Sungchan shrugged, looking at shotaro hopefully. 

“Are you stupid?” Shoptaro asked. Before the younger could question his words, he said, “Apologize to her! You can’t get anywhere if you don’t talk to her,” Shotaro told him. “Make it quick before Yunjin gets involved.”

Sungchan Nodded. “Noted.”

When the two of them parted ways, sungchan walked with his hands in his pockets. He walked to his apartment, making a mental list of ways he could apologize, how he could make things up to her. He was never great at things like that, but he knew that he would change it for her.

When YN got home, her mood was brought down even more seeing there was still nothing from sungchan. It Was partially her fault, leaving before he could get a word in, but logic did nothing to brighten her mood. The worst part of the citation was how much it made her get into her own head. 

She began doubting her bond with sungchan, doubting herself. Was she that forgettable that he could go weeks without talking to her and not even realize? 

She sat down on her couch and pulled a pillow over her head, groaning into it as she laid back. In her own house, with nothing to distract her from her own doubts and fear, she felt the tears well in her eyes. It wasn’t her first experience with heart break, or with a failed relationship, but nonetheless, it hurt. She had let herself get used to sungchan, gotten her hopes up with him. Was she stupid to think they’d be more than a situationship? Tears streamed down her face before she could bring her hand up to wipe her face.

She thought back to their first date, and questioned how she ended up here. Crying on her couch because of a guy who wasn’t even her boyfriend. Crying over the guy who took her out for lunch and who she convinced to stay a little longer. Did it mean anything? Was this just how Sungchan was?

She wiped her tears and turned on her side, resting her cheek against her pillow as her phone lit up with texts from Yunjin. 

Jen: you okay???

Jen: you left rlly fast

Jen: Did he do smth???? I can kill him

Jen: should I come over?

She sighed, not wanting to involve Yunjin even more in her boy problems. 

YN: no i’m ok

YN: thanks tho 🙂

YN dropped her phone on the coffee table, closing her eyes and curling into herself. It wasn’t that late, but the tears streaming down her cheeks, and the flashes of her time with sungchan that came up every so often made her tired, made her want to escape. 

Within a few minutes, she drifted off to sleep, not wanting to think about sungchan anymore, hoping her tears would dry themselves. 

Hours passed, and YN woke up from her spot on her couch. Her back ached from the uncomfortable position, cheeks a bit puffy from crying. She went to shower, dousing herself in water to soothe her skin, and ease the pain that came from her uncomfortable sleeping position. She changed into pajamas, and dried her hair before putting it up. YN knew that since she had woken up when it was late, she wouldn’t be able to sleep well. Given that, she decided to treat herself. She wouldn’t go to another party with Yunjin, she wouldn’t spend her night crying over sungchan, she’d just let herself relax. 

She reached for her phone so she could order herself some food, but a notification made her stop for a moment. 

Channie <3: hi

Channie <3: can we talk pls?

Channie <3: i miss u

YN scoffed at the messages. Two weeks and her turning him down was what it took for him to take interest again?

She didn’t respond and placed an order for delivery. She had Wine in her cabinet that she saved for special occasions (or nights when she needed a little pick me up) and a pint of her favorite ice cream. She brought out her favorite blanket and sat down on the couch, trying to pick what she should watch, settling on twilight because what could take her mind off of things with sungchan better, than a YA romance movie.

She got up and grabbed the wine from her cabinet, pouring a bit into her glass and talking a few sips before reaching around for the ice cream in her freezer. In the midst of her search, she heard a knock on her door. Not realizing it was too quick to be her food order, she went over, and opened the door. 

“Sungchan?”

He stood in the doorway, eyes wide, as if he had ran up the stairs like he had the night of their first date. 

YN just sighed. “What are you-”

She was cut off when she felt his arms wrap around her, his head buried in her neck as if he wanted to crawl inside her. She heard him let out a shaky breath and her eyes widened, confused as to what was going on, and why he suddenly showed up. 

“I’m sorry,” he said into her skin, arms tightening around her. “I didn’t mean to ignore you, I promise,” His voice was soft, almost fragile sounding.

YN was stunned for a hot minute, standing there and letting him hug her before hesitantly bringing her arms to wrap around him, relaxing into his grasp. They stayed like that for a moment before each pulling away. YN led sungchan further inside, leading him to sit on her couch. She sat next to him, an awkward distance away. 

“What’s going on?” she asked hesitantly. 

“I wanted to apologize, and like… explain why i ignored you,” 

YN looked at him expectantly. 

“So, I have a big exam coming up, and it makes up half of my quarter’s grade. And if I failed, my semester exam would also be sunk, so-” He paused. “Not important. When I get into something really intensely, I have a bad habit, that I’m gonna work on, of kinda forgetting everything else. Even Shotaro struggled to get in contact with me. He had to drag me out earlier today.” 

He looked at YN and sighed, seeing her hesitant expression. 

“I really am sorry that I hurt you. It wasn’t my intention, but I know I did, and I promise, I’ll make it up to you,” He reached for her hand lightly. 

YN looked down at their hands. “I thought you lost interest in me,” She said quietly. 

“What?” Sungchan asked, confused if he heard her correctly. 

“I thought You lost interest. I thought you lost interest and started ignoring me.” She said a bit firmer. 

Sungchan’s heart dropped hearing those words. “YN,” he brought his other hand to her cheek, tilting her gaze towards him. “What I did was a mistake. A mistake I promise, I won’t make again,” his thumb brushed her cheek. “And I promise, I swear on everything, I’m still pretty crazy for you,” He gave her a light smile. 

His words made YN smile, intertwining her fingers with his as he leaned in to give her a soft kiss. They wrapped their arms around each other once more, not letting go of each other even as they just sat on the couch, covered by the blanket. 

YN got up when she heard a knock on her door, much to sungchan’s dismay. She brought back the food she ordered, plus the ice cream and wine. When sungchan reached for some, she swatted his hand away.

“Thats not for you,” she shook her head with a playful smile. 

“I thought you weren’t mad?” Sungchan sat up a bit, concerned.

“I’m not, but i ordered these for me,” She poked his stomach. 

When Sungchan stuck out his bottom lip in a pout, pleading for some food like he had been starving all day, YN rolled her eyes. 

“Fine,” she said, and gave him some food, and poured him a glass of wine. 

They found their places back on the couch, snuggled up against each other, sungchan’s arm draped around her waist as she rested on his chest. In the middle of the movie, while the Cullens played baseball, sungchan spoke up. 

He asked her, “Do you want to go on a date tomorrow?”

whoopee!!! I finished pt 3, stay tuned for the next parts, I pinky promise they'll come out sooner.

taglist: @oftenjisung , @vhuteryh, @skzhoe4life, @cheederzchez , @so-lychee , @leehanascent

[twst-aceofhearts]

Sleeping Beauty

a/n: took me forever to think of another character to write that wasn't in the dorms i've already wrote characters and the ending is kinda rushed im sowwy

pairings: Silver x gn!Yuu ft. Lilia Vanrouge

words: 819

taglist: @luxaryllis @thegoldencontracts @waterthatsmoe

What seemed to be a small alchemy accident turned into Silver being put into a deep slumber. Professor Crewel tries his best to search for a cure, but to no avail.

“Maybe true love’s kiss is the answer. Kufufu~” Lilia suggested, looking at Yuu with a smug smile on his face.

So here Yuu was, by force, looking as Silver sleeping away peacefully in the infirmary. They might as well get it over with…

“...Am I really gonna do this…?” Yuu sighed, running a hand through their hair. They’ve always wanted to kiss their crush, but not like this.

Silver’s chest slowly rises up and down, seemingly calm and relaxed. Lilia chuckles to himself as Yuu stood by Silver’s side, a nervous sweat dripping down the side of their face.

“...If I do it can’t you at least like…turn around?” Yuu murmured shyly, looking back up at Lilia.

Lilia simply grinned at Yuu’s response and did just that. Turning around and waiting for their next move, seemingly excited to see how this would play out. “Just get it over with, deary.~”

Yuu swallowed hard, looking back down at Silver’s lips face. They hesitated, suddenly feeling their face getting extremely hot.

Silver continued to rest peacefully, oblivious to what was going to happen. His lips were slightly parted, making it easy for Yuu to do their thing. 

“...Hah…I can’t do this…” Yuu let out a small whine after losing to their inner turmoil, burying their face into their hands and plopping into a chair beside Silver’s bed.

Lilia couldn’t help but chuckle at Yuu’s shyness, finding it amusing. He looks over his shoulder and sees Yuu burying their face into their hands.

“Don’t tell me you’re still shy about kissing him?” Lilia smirked as he watched Yuu.

“Of course I am! This– I– ugh…this is too much.. Is this really the only solution…?”

Lilia lets out a sigh, shaking his head. He finds Yuu’s dilemma to be incredibly adorable, however, he was starting to grow impatient. He glances back over his shoulder once more, looking at their pouting face.

“Well, would you rather have him be in slumber forever?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow at them.

“...No…”  Yuu sighed stressed out of their mind.

Lilia grinned to himself, pleased with Yuu’s answer.

“Then what’s the problem? I thought you liked him?” He playfully teased, having found out about their crush on Silver.

“Th– I– hey!…this is different-!” Yuu protested, turning red.

Lilia laughs quietly to himself, knowing he hit the mark on their little crush on the Diasomnia student. It was obvious, after all, how much time they spent with Silver.

“Go on. You’re wasting time,” Lilia says with a smirk.

Yuu clenched their jaw, before gesturing for him to turn back around once more, standing up off the chair.

Lilia happily obliged, turning around once more and waiting expeectantly. He couldn’t wait to see how this would play out. After all he loved a good love story.

Yuu gulped, their stomach doing flips. They let out a shaky breath, leaning down to the sleeping figure, gently pressing their lips against Silver’s. It was nerve-wracking.

The second their lips touched Silver’s his eyes slowly began to flutter open, which initially made Yuu pull away faster than the speed of light. He slowly sat up, looking a little bit hazy himself. He looked confused as he looked around, trying to process what was going on.

“Huh? W-what in the…” Silver stammered his voice a bit raspy as he looked over at Yuu. The realization hit him hard, his eyes widening and a heavy blush spreading over his cheeks.

Yuu turned on their heel, becoming red once more, dashing out of the infirmary from pure embarrassment. 

“Ah! Wait, Yuu-!” Silver called out, but they were already long gone. He looked over at Lilia, who was just chuckling at the scene.

“What’s…going on? What happened?” Silver asked Lilia, a hint of bewilderment in his eyes. Silver tried to put the pieces together, unable to put the pieces together since his mind still a bit hazy.

“My my,” Lilia began, “You were put into a deep sleep by an alchemy incident. Nobody knew how to wake you up, but then I suggested the idea of a true love’s kiss. I never expected it to work, to be honest, seeing as you’re awake no,” Lilia says, crossing his arms.

Silver’s face turned light pink, processing the latter’s explanation. He touched his lips with the tips of his fingers, his heart fluttering as he remembered the brief feeling of Yuu’s soft lips on his. “I-I…see…” He stammered, avoiding Lilia’s gaze.

Lilia couldn’t help but chuckle, finding Silver’s reaction quite adorable. He shook his head, patting Silver on the shoulder. “You’re such an open book, you know that?” Lilia smirked, teasing the second year.

Meanwhile in the third year’s mind, Lilia was already planning the wedding.

credit to @cafekitsune for divider

[isimpfornatsume]

Jealousy (Oikawa x reader) part 3

Masterlist | part 2 | part 4

((Continuing from before))

((2nd person POV))

"Yes! Of course I would!" Ruby exclaimed in excitement and wrapped her hands around Oikawa's shoulder leaned in for a kiss but Oikawa covered her mouth with his palm. "Not now Ruby-senpai. Let's take it slow." and he wrapped his other arm around Ruby's waist tightly and filled with affection. He was hugging her just the way he always did with you...

Ruby leans into him to nook of his neck nuzzling into that safe spot that belonged to you! Ruby sniffed Oikawa while nuzzling him, smelling his faint cologne. "Oikawa. No wait. Tooru. You smell so good~" She whispered his ear, causing Oikawa to blush. To freaking blush. His bush was still adorable like suuuuuper cute and you wanted yourself to be the only one who could do that...  Who could hug him, putting your head on the nape of his neck to whisper sweet things to his ear... To make him blush... I guess the universe just won't give you what you wanted...

A/N: If you guys have been reading carefully, today is their one year anniversary!!!

You couldn't watch anymore. You just couldn't. Watching the love of your life, the only one for you being so close to another girl was simply killing you. And not just any girl. It was the most popular girl in school with the prettiest long hazel brown hair and sapphire like eyes that you've ever seen and it complimented her fair skin so beautifully. She was so soooo much prettier than you are, and for the first time since you dated Oikawa who made you feel loved, you felt insecure... You ran from the scene to where you and Oikawa would meet daily to go home together and texted him, wanting to ruin his moment with a certain girl named Ruby.

Y/N<3:

Kawa, my love?

Whatcha doin'?

I'm waiting at our usual spot~ And can we go on a date later? Its been a while since we went on one...

Oikawa<3 (the💗of my life):

N/N-chan. I'm with Ruby-senpai now.

Ano... I'm sowwy we can't go on a date today... Ruby asked if we could go on one today since it is our 1st day dating...

Y/N<3:

But kawa...

Its our...

Oikawa<3 (the💗of my life):

But nothing N/N-chan. I gotta make Ruby-senpai happy too u kno? Its our 1st day dating afterall

Y/N<3: 

But... Nvm...

You knew he had forgotten about your one year anniversary with him... 'How could he?!' you thought. Your 1st year anniversary, it marks that day, that moment Oikawa confessed to you and made you feel so so loved. You couldn't be happier than what you felt then... Then... You recalled that Oikawa had promised to take you out on this very day... 'Maybe he forgot... Or he's gonna surprise me' you thought hopefully.

((Flashback to months ago))

"N/N-chan! Our anniversary is soon right?" Oikawa chirped happily once he ended his volleyball training. 

"Yup! What would we be doing then?" you asked lovingly, really looking forward to your anniversary.

"Hmmm... You like (F/F) right? I'll bring you to (random expensive restaurant that sells (F/F))

You gasped and asked "But isn't that expensive?!"

"Mhm. I don't mind spending that money on you tho. Plus I make a lot of money by being featured on the volleyball magazines. So don't worry about the price and let or anniversary be the day I spoil you rotten ok? I'm not taking no for an answer!"

You reluctantly agreed but inside you were really really happy that he was willing to spend the money that should be for his basic necessities on you. It made you feel special, loved and appreciated. 

((Back to present time)) 

You went home disappointed, but you still carried some hope that Oikawa had left something for you. You took tiny steps as you walk,  taking the long way home, dreading the moment you reach home and your mother would ask you millions and billions of questions at one go about your 1st year anniversary and what did you guys do. You felt so jealous of Ruby who got to spend your special day with Oikawa! As you walk slowly back home, you looked around at the surroundings and saw couples hugging, kissing, being lovey-dovey just like you and Oikawa... or used to... 

After a few min of walking you saw the baker. you went with Oikawa on your 1st official date. You were hit with a sense of nostalgia. You recalled every single thing that happened on that date. You remembered how excitedly he rushed to the bakery when he was walking you home. He had seen this huuuge sign board that said 'One For One Milk Bread!'

One year ago you were walking in this exact same road with the love of your life...

...

One year later you were walking alone because your bf is busy being on a 'date' with Ruby...

((3rd person POV)) 

(We are now seeing what is happening with Oikawa and Ruby) 

"Tooruuu~" Ruby whined, "can we get going noww~ and who are you even talking tooo~"

Oikawa had been talking to Iwaizumi before he was interrupted. Since Oikawa was taller than Ruby, it blocked her view of the person he was talking too. Oikawa then turned to face Ruby, allowing her to take a glimpse of Iwaizumi.

"Ruby-senpai, wait for a while ok? I'm talking to Iwa-chan for a while" Oikawa kindly informed Ruby with his award-winning smile that Iwa knew was fake.

"Hi Ruby-senpai. I'm Iwaizumi Hajime, shittykawa's best friend and I had known since he was in middle school." Iwa formally introduced himself.

"Hi. Can I call you Iwa?" Ruby asked and Iwa nodded immediately. "1st and foremost, Tooru is not shitty so never call him 'shittykawa' again! Secondly, are you done talking to my bf? We're about to go on a date!" 

Oikawa snickered as Ruby commented about Iwa calling him 'shittykawa'. 

"Oikawa! What did she mean by you're her bf?!"Iwa whispered to Oikawa. "Don't you have Y/N? Are you cheating on her?! And what does she mean by date?! Isn't it you and Y/N's 1st year anniversary?!" Iwa was furious and smacked Oikawa on the head. 

Oikawa then realised... 'that's what N/N-chan was trying to tell me just now when she asked if we could go on a date... OH SHIT! Our anniversary! I forgot!!!' Oikawa thought.

A/N: I’ll post the next chapter soon. I’m busy with exams these few days and i am trying to find the picture in chapter 4. If u don’t want to wait and want to read the next chapter immediately, search it on Wattpad. My username is Isimpfornatsume. The book title is the same!

[gumnut-logic]

I've got a cold. It's taken me down rip flyboy but anyway, which brother do you think would say 'bless you' every single time someone sneezes? Which brother does that kind of AGHCHOO that makes them sound like they're being murdered?

I've been on an Indiana Jones binge 'cause that's what I watch when I want warmth and death to embrace me. What do you think the boys would watch? Apollo 13? Indy? Finding Nemo?

T Protocol

Okay, I wrote and this happened. I don't think I answered all of it, but most of it. I hope you feel better soon ::hugs you ever so tight::

Warnings for sick!fic and an off-screen injury, but mostly fluff and comfort, I promise.

I hope this helps at least a little.

-o-o-o-

It’s a special protocol. Reserved for only the blanket situations.

In both uses of the word.

There are times when a bug gets loose on Tracy Island and takes them all down, or when the ratio of injured family members to uninjured family members gets skewed in the wrong direction.

This is the protocol that Grandma calls.

This time it is after a flood in Bangladesh. It wasn’t the first time a protocol was called after a flood in the remains of that country, but this time it was complicated by a broken leg and a sprained wrist, both sported by Scott who had flown into a tree.

Virgil had had so many words on the matter, there was a current ice age in progress between the two eldest brothers.

Once the virus reared its ugly not quite alive head in three of the four other brothers, Grandma did not hesitate more than a diagnostic second to shut down IR.

Scott, being Scott could not keep away from any of the snotty brothers despite Grandma’s warnings and before long there were five brothers producing mucus at a disgusting rate.

It was at this point a sneezing Virgil kicked Grandma out of the picture and confined everyone else on the Island to any other place other than where the brothers were. Which was currently the main comms room because Virgil was a softy who couldn’t resist Gordon’s whining.

Okay, technically it wasn’t whining, more a valid plea for time with each other to get through this together. It was possibly a tactic to get Scott and Virgil talking again, but it was definitely designed to torture Virgil’s aching head with b-grade movies that had Alan and Gordon arguing about aliens and sea life for eternity.

‘Can you just…please!” Virgil curled up into a ball on the couch he had stuffed with pillows and begged the painkillers that he had thrown back not minutes earlier to please do their job.

“Sorry, Virg.” Alan’s voice was an octave higher than usual and the words were closer to ‘sowwy, Birg’ but close enough.

Virgil grunted.

John sneezed.

“Bless you.” Three of them said it at the same time. Virgil out of habit, Gordon out of mysticism, and Alan because Gordon said it.

Their youngest brother did have some kind of hero worship for Gordon after all. Gordon never took advantage of it. Well, not since Dad and Scott had ripped him a new one for terrifying Alan enough to induce insomnia in the entire household.

Alan had been too terrified to sleep and had kept everyone awake in the process.

Virgil suspected that the ten-year-old Gordon hadn’t meant to provoke such a reaction in his four-year-old brother, but it had. So telling your little brother about the dreams you might not wake up from, had not been a great idea.

Despite this, little Allie had been wide-eyed about Gordon for most of his life. Not as much as he adored his biggest brother, but enough to get himself into Gordon’s schemes.

They weren’t called the ‘terrible two’ for nothing.

A groan from near Virgil’s feet had him opening one eye.

He shot his big brother a glare. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Scott frowned at him over his leg brace. “Getting a drink.”

“Move another inch and I’m stapling your clothes to that chair.”

That activated his brother’s blue lasers enough to scorch the Earth and Virgil’s t-shirt. “I’m fully capable of looking after myself.” It was followed by a sneeze.

Virgil rolled off the lounge to his feet. “Bless you. Now shut up and stay put. I will get us some supplies.” He steadied himself as his abrupt change in orientation was protested at by his brain.

“I brought stuff!” Gordon protested.

Virgil didn’t bother to look at him. “Real food and drink, Gordon.”

“This is real and super healthy!”

Virgil grunted and climbed out of the sunken lounge. Technically Gordon was correct. Sports drinks and celery bars were good stuff, but Virgil’s stomach roiled at the thought. He needed comfort food.

Or whatever he could manage right now.

Behind him, Scott sneezed again and a chorus of ‘bless you’ sung out from the lounge.

Virgil made his way carefully down to the kitchen and dove into the refrigerator.

The wave of cool air was pure heaven.

He sighed. His fever must still be in play. Explained the headache at least.

“Need a hand?”

Virgil looked up to find John standing at the counter. His brother was a sight. His red hair and pale complexion always conspired to make Johnny look the worst of them when they were sick. His eyes were red and puffy. His nose was in the Rudolph stakes, and honestly, the man looked miserable.

Virgil fought the urge to hug him.

John had been the one to pull Scott out of the river. Virgil and the rest of his brothers had been rescuing a family from a barely floating house. Scott had been in-bound and John had been in Two, as Virgil was needed on the ground.

Bangladesh always took all five brothers. Hell, Kayo had been the lucky one this time having been tied up with hunting down a lost climber in the Pyrenees.

She had been successful. Bangladesh had been mostly successful.

Virgil sneezed.

“Bless you.”

He grunted and rolled back onto his heels. “Screw this.” He shoved the refrigerator closed. “This needs ice cream.”

“God, yes.”

The two of them wobbled their way to the walk-in freezer and loaded up on frozen desserts. A carton each of their favourites and some soda for extra sugar.

“T Playlist?”

Virgil looked up at his little brother. “Definitely. Top Gun it.”

John rolled his tired eyes before thumbing his collar. “Eos?”

“John, you should not be standing up. Your vitals are depressed and you could fall over due to-“

His space brother’s eyes widened. “Eos! I’m fine.”

Virgil frowned at him and if he hadn’t had his arms full of ice cream, he’d have his scanner out.

John must have sensed that. “Really, I’m fine!” He glared at Virgil. “Eos, could you please queue the T protocol playlist on the holoplayer in the lounge. Start point ‘Top Gun’, follow it up with ‘Finding Nemo’ and Dory, ‘Need for speed’, and throw in one of the ‘Fast and Furious’.” He smirked at Virgil. “Top it up with the 1990’s Mummy series.”

So, sue him, he loved a good Librarian adventure.

Virgil glared at John and cut him off. “Eos, chuck in ‘Apollo 13’ and ‘2001: a Space Odyssey’. There would be so much space debate sparked by that last one. “Actually, throw in all the Star Wars movies.”

“Just the twenty or did you want the branching series as well?” Was that glee in her voice?

“Just the movies. Oh, and ‘The Lord of the Rings’ trilogy, extended version.”

“Are you intending on sleeping at some point?” Eos had obviously been taking notes from John, her tone was pure parent.

John’s smirk proved everything.

Virgil gave him a flat stare in return. “I have no doubt there will be sleep.” Especially his own. ‘Top Gun’ was far from his favourite.

Together they stumbled back up the stairs, arms laden with all the goodies, to find the sunken lounge full of rugs, pillows, cushions and all the comfy stuff. Gordon’s doing, no doubt.

His fish brother already had Allie half asleep under one arm.

Virgil and John stepped carefully into the pile of comfort and handed out their goodies as the first strains of the movie bounced around the room.

If Scott’s eyes lit up at the sight of his favourite ice cream, Virgil wasn’t going to say anything because he was still supposed to be pissed with his brother for colliding with that tree and scaring all Virgil’s hair colour off his head.

But honestly, he loved to see his big brother happy.

Which was why ‘Top Gun’ was queued first, why he handed Scott his fudge-monstrosity of a flavour to him, with his favourite spoon, and why he sat down next to his big brother regardless.

There followed a couple of hours of old Air Force zooming and nooming about, and strutting their stuff for the girls.

Scott’s grin was massive. But ice cream is full of carbohydrate and fat, and enough was consumed that about halfway through the movie, Scott began to wilt.

Virgil was already half asleep, but alert enough to let his head drop against Scott’s shoulder in just the right position…and yes, Scott’s head dipped to lean against Virgil’s and his breathing evened out.

Yes, he was pissed with his brother for taking a risk that possibly could have been avoided and then falling in the drink and giving Virgil a heart attack when he couldn’t respond.

But he was still Scott, and Virgil had fallen asleep to ‘Top Gun’ playing in the background so many times in his life, it was almost automatic.

Across the lounge, John was murmuring something to Alan, and Gordon was already snoring on his side.

Really, they rarely got past ‘Top Gun’, it was a definite sleep inducer.

Someone gently took the carton of melting ice cream from his hands, but his headache was finally going down under the painkillers and he was comfortable, and his big brother was safe, and Tom Cruise really was a bore.

He was sleeping before he knew it.

-o-o-o-

[pending-trans-action-2]

Hiiii anon from last night here, i kinda figured out how you'd corrupt me from raping you into being a rape slut with you

So like at first i'd be using you like the whore you are (after i wait my turn of course, plenty of people there to fuck you), grabbing wherever i want as rough as i want while i fuck your ass but as you keep moaning and asking for more it would get me more and more flustered. You aren't supposed to like it after all, so i'd start choking you to shut you up but of course that would just turn you on even more. Even with how confused you were making i still cum in you but i feel so conflicted as i walk away seeing how genuinely happy and blissed out you look. I'd stay to watch and as another girl is having her way with you i'd stand off in a corner touching myself, shirt lifted up so i can play with my tits. Someone would notice of course and they'd come up behind me, their breath hot on my neck as they grab me from behind and say "Enjoying the show huh?" My immediate reaction would be to moan, and suddenly i'm terrified. Not because i know what they're going to do next, but because of how much i want them to. I'd start grinding against their bulge, my hand moving faster around my little girldick. They'd laugh before ripping off what little clothing i still had on, voice right in my ear as they say "Looks like there's two little rapesluts here huh? If you beg nice enough I'll take my cock out right now and you can feel just how she does. I'll even set you down in front of her, so both of you can watch as you get raped. How's that sound, slut?" Hearing that my mind would break and what was left of my reluctance would disappear. All that would come out of my mouth would be moans and gasps as i beg and say yes please please please over and over until they lift me up and bring me over, setting me down on my knees in front of you. You'd look at me and smile as i kneel panting, finally cumming as i feel them wrap their hands around my hips and thrust roughly into my ass. Of course, my hands wouldn't be left empty as i'm made to jerk off the crowd around us to hold my self up or i'd fall face down onto the ground. The whole time i'd be smiling the same blissed out look thats on your face

Wow that was really long, sorry for that i got excited i guess. Also, because i plan to write more of these asks if thats ok, i feel like i should ask how you want your bottom bits referred to/utilized

Aww, getting jealous watching me get treated like a fucktoy, huh? Think maybe you'll like it? Treated like an object by total strangers, groping and fucking you like you're just a toy? It feels nice, doesn't it? To let go? To give up control? All you have to do is be a good toy for our captors, think you can do that, hm? Think maybe you'll be good at it? Why don't you just join me anon, I think you'll like it~

Isokei!! Sorry it took me a while to answer, I was asleep then at work. Excited? Cute~

And ye, sure! I'd love more 😳 and idk uhh, girlcock is fine i guess??? Idk I don't really like it tbh, tho i am getting better? I got given head for the first time in my life only like a month ago lmao (yea, I know) so uhh idk, maybe light touching and tongue stuff but idk if I'm ok with anything more than that sowwy

[noomsu]

im sowwy i got to see ur answer just now! but since u do accept anons, can i please be 🍒? :33

also, i love that it took you a whole year to accept that you liked alhaitham lmao that's funny

and since we're on the topic, what's something about ur self-ship that u didn't write in the profile thing u did but that u think about constantly?

-🍒 anon

And I am very sorry that I always take this long to answer ;;

Yeah, well, that always happens to me. I see a man. I know I'm going to like him. I go through every stage of denial. Then, I give in. I'd love to say this is the first time it has happened, but no. This is just who I am

Something that's not on the profile? Damn. Many things are not there, too many, whoops.

I think my favorite thing about natsutham is that their relationship occurs very naturally. And by that I mean that, despite how difficult everything was before and a little after she came back, things kinda just fell into place. They started with touches here and there, you know, holding hands, a hug that lasted a little too long, then innocent kisses anywhere but on their lips, then actual pecks, then actual kisses, and things progressed until they were together but they hadn't actually said a word about a relationship.

It wasn't until someone else, definitely Nari, asked them if they were dating, and Haitham said yes, and she looked at him as if he had grown two more heads. But they were. And so they stayed like that.

Domesticity just suits them very well.

I also love their daughter. They have a baby girl named Nadya.

[andnotbrave]

what does it do to a girl who knows her mother is a murderer? - eauregard !

( dark places / meme. ) | @eauregard

beau is nosy, nott knows now. at first, she‘d assumed she was picking for a fight. that she just couldn’t help herself from it, that it was the only thing she knew, that she was always hunting for it. sniffing for trouble like a bad dog (and beau is, in a way. but she is not nearly as mean as she likes to think or nott herself thought at the beginning). but that’s not it.

beau is inquisitive, is all. curious about everything (as the great detective that she is, nott can relate). the problem is that she gets surmountably upset when she doesn’t get an answer to her questions. nott still doesn’t know how to deal with that, other than let her have it until she gets tired of it. “nothing good, i’d assume.”

nott has a hard time seeing herself as anything other than an ugly goblin who soon (hopefully, surely) will not be that anymore. but she makes the effort, for beau, of imagining herself as a normal girl with a mother. “i mean, it’d be rough. would you rather have that knowledge or be completely oblivious?”

[haleyhunwritess]

Careful baby

Warnings: Mentions of spankings, ddlg/little reader, yelling, dark-ish fic

Summary: Little!reader refusing to take her medicine (on account of it being “icky”) until someone decides to threaten them with a spanking from a certain someone with a metal arm.

Pairings: Soft!Dark!Daddy!Steve x Little!Reader, Soft!Dark!Daddy!Bucky x Little!Reader

“Daddy no! no! no! I don’t need any medicine, it’s icky and I don’t like it!”

“Sweetheart, please just listen to me. It’ll make you feel tons better. It’ll get rid of all the icky feelings and then no more sickies for my little princess. Please, darling…just listen to Daddy this one time, okay?” Steve looked down at you sympathetically as you lay in your bed cuddled up with your favourite stuffies. It broke his heart to see you feeling this unwell, and even more now that you were crying over having to take some medicine.

You shake your head once again before rolling over and shoving your face in one of your pillows while lightly sobbing. The medicine tasted icky, and you already feel icky so you don’t want to feel any worse, why can’t your daddies understand that?

Steve sighs and puts down the medicine before sitting down on the bed next to you and slowly turning you to look at him “Babygirl…I didn’t wanna have to do this…if you don’t take your medicine then I’ll have to call your Dada home from work to make sure you take your medicine.”

Your eyes widen at the thought of your Dada coming home early from work just to give you your medicine. You knew he wouldn’t be impressed with your refusal to take your medication, however, you still couldn’t stand the idea of taking the bad-tasting medication and feeling even worse than you do right now. Starting to feel a bit overwhelmed, you reach for your paci that’s on the bedside table, but Steve grabs it before you can and quickly stands up.

“What’s it gonna be, babygirl? Should I grab the medicine or get the lotion ready instead?” Steve bites back a smirk when you look up at him with a confused expression. However, that confused expression is quickly replaced with a scared look when you notice him opening up the drawer filled with aftercare products that Steve and Bucky spoil you with after giving you an intense punishment. He pulls out a special cream that Bucky uses on you usually after using his metal arm for a long and harsh spanking.

“Daddy no…” you start to cry harder and make grabby hands for him as the tears are streaming down your face.

He quickly walks back over to you with a smile and picks you up before popping the paci in your mouth.

“Hmm so what do you think, babygirl? Should we give Dada a call?” He lightly bounced you in his arms while picking up his phone and dialing Bucky’s number before you could even answer him.

“Daddy no! I hab medicine! Pwease no call Dada! Pwease I pwomise I be good for Daddy!” you spit the paci out and start to cry harder, knowing that Bucky was going to be really upset with you now. All of a sudden, you start to cough uncontrollably as a result of all the crying, making Steve panic momentarily. He quickly puts his phone down, not bothering to hang up.

“Shh shhh…you’re okay sweetheart…shhh it’s okay Daddy is here.” He starts to rub your back gently while whispering sweet little nothings in your ear every now and then. You start to calm down slightly, but still scared of getting a punishment. You think back to when they first took you and how terribly quick they were to punish you for the smallest mistakes. The biggest one being your countless tries to leave the compound and talking about how much you miss your old life. You shiver slightly thinking back to that memory and quickly slip your thumb in your mouth.

“Darling, what did we say about putting your thumb in your mouth?” Steve lightly scolded you while grabbing another clean paci from the dresser and carefully replacing your thumb with it.

“Sowwy, Daddy…” you whisper quietly before starting to softly suck on the paci and resting your head on his shoulder.

“It’s okay, princess. You’re still learning. Isn’t that right?” you quickly lift your head up to nod at him, then hesitantly point at the medication on your bedside table.

Steve walks back over to your bed, gently placing you down before picking up the medicine again. You try not to pout and wait for him to give you the medicine. Steve carefully poured some of the cough syrup into the small little cap before handing it over to you. You stare at the small cap for a minute, debating if the spanking might be worth waiting to take it. Steve sits down next to you and takes the medicine from you, before holding your hands down with one of his hands, and then gently encouraging you to take the medicine. You close your eyes and hold your nose before gulping it down, trying not to gag. He quickly hands you your bottle filled with water to wash it down.

“There we go, sweet girl. That wasn’t so hard now was it, babygirl?” Steve puts the medicine away and helps you lay back down before handing you your paci back. He gets up from the bed and leans down to give you a kiss on your forehead before walking out of the room to allow you to cry yourself to sleep.

A few hours later, you feel something cool on your arm, gently shaking you awake. You rub your eyes furiously before you realize a metal arm pulls your hands away from your eyes.

“Careful babydoll, wouldn’t want you to hurt those pretty eyes.”

You quickly open your eyes and realize Bucky is finally home, making you clutch your stuffie tightly.

“You know Steve always forgets to hang up the call before putting his phone down. He’s a bit silly sometimes huh? Is that why my babydoll was giving him so much trouble earlier?” you whimper lightly knowing where this is heading. You start to crawl back further away from him when you notice the special cream on the bedside table.

“Alright doll, you know the drill. How many spankings do you think are fair? Since you’re sick I don’t want to make you feel any worse, does 25 sound fair to you, love?”

[wooahaes]

gladiolus

pairing: non-idol!bang chan x gn!reader

prompt: ... your best friend from here.

word count: ~1.1k

warnings: chan gets embarrassed so hard he probably dies a little. also alcohol mention

(im sowwy im still new and i read in a few places that they dont really drink in order to focus on their career??? guess ill die!)

daisy’s notes: dont look at me and the fact im def not going to finish this series lmao i wanted to share this one bc him..............

also im so sorry if he legit doesnt drink bc ive never seen it mentioned??? i just think ‘accidentally confesses ur feelings to ur crush bc drunk’ is a fun trope im just a humble writer pls dont bully me too hard

There were plenty of things that Chan knew about you. He knew your favorite drink at your usual coffee shop. He knew your favorite desserts and the best place to get it when you were feeling down, because you told him once that good food always can help mend a bad mood--it rhymed, after all. He knew your little habits, like the way you’d drum your fingers against the table while you thought, or the little way that you’d count beats with a tap of your toes or a gentle pats on whoever was nearby (usually him) whenever you listened to music. All of these little things were endearing to him, truthfully, and he was pretty sure that was why he fell for you. You were sweet enough as it is, usually giving him a space to decompress when he needed to step out of the kind, selfless big-brother role he’d taken among his friends. He liked when he could step away from the world and just exist in the same space as you, crashing on your couch for a few hours while you droned on about work, playing with his hair sometimes just because you knew it’d soothe him.

All platonic things, he’d told himself for a while. He’d do the same for you, if you asked (and you never did, for some reason).

But Chan knew that you were okay on flowers. He knew that you thought gladioluses (gladioli? He never could find a real answer to which was right) were your favorite. So he took a page out of his friends’ books and brought a bundle to your home, swallowing his fears. It was about time he told you exactly how he felt. And if you turned him down, then he’d do whatever he could to salvage your friendship. You were his best friend and he wasn’t going to lose you just because he caught feelings.

When you opened the door, he blurted out his feelings right then and there. “I’ve had feelings for you for a really long time,” he said, “and I needed to tell you that. And I thought that I’d bring you these,” he looked down at the flowers, because you called them pretty once, and I... I never forgot that.”

You blinked at him, just standing there, confused for the longest time. “Wait. Chan... Do you mean we aren’t dating?”

He looked back at you immediately. “What?”

“Oh, Channie...” You sighed, stepping back. “Why don’t you come in?”

Befuddled, he did, because if you thought the two of you were dating, then he definitely fucked something up somewhere. Had he asked you out and forgotten about it with some spontaneous case of amnesia? He was pretty sure it didn’t work that way, but he stopped as you approached him, taking the flowers from him with the excuse of putting them into some water. Yet instead of going to sit on your couch as you had asked, he followed you to your kitchen.

He decided to ask you outright, “Why did you think we were dating?”

You shifted your weight from leg to leg, the sound of water filling a vase in front of you drowning out any awkward silence. “Remember when we went drinking last week?”

He did. He’d invited you out with all of his friends, and he remembered the way that they’d abandoned him to tease Felix about his new partner when he broke the news that they’d gone official after a few weeks of going on casual dates. Apparently, so did you, since you recounted all of it to him minus the whole “casual dating” part of it.

You continued, unwrapping tissue paper from the bouquet as you spoke, “You were drinking, and you started talking about how you were jealous of him. And... I dunno, you started talking about how we’d be cuter than him.”

Oh no.

“I asked you what you meant,” you continued on, unaware of the complete look of embarrassment on his face at what his drunk self had spilled to you, “and you said something about how we’d be SUCH a cute couple before you like... buried your face in my shoulder and called yourself a coward who couldn’t confess.”

“I what?!”

“You did!” You finally looked up at him, not commenting on how red his ears and face had become. “I asked you if you liked me and you said, and I quote, “I really really like you,” and it was really cute actually. I didn’t wanna push you any further, and... Changbin showed up and said he’d take your drunk ass home before you said anything stupid.”

Too late for that.

“And then I told you I’d text you the next morning.”

That much he remembered for sure. You’d asked him if he meant everything he said about how much he liked you, and Chan assumed that he didn’t confess his feelings and instead had gone off on one of his drunk friend rambles and told you how good of a friend you were to him.. again, since it wouldn’t have been the first. So he offhandedly told you that of course he meant it, and that he loved you a lot.

Which, in retrospect, was a mortifying way to respond.

“So when you asked to meet up...? Just the two of us?”

You smiled at him, leaning against your kitchen counter. “That was supposed to be a date.”

“Oh my god,” he buried his face in his hands, letting out a flustered whine. “This is embarrassing.”

“Didn’t you notice how many heart emojis I’ve been sending you? And the fact I kept calling you “babe” after you said it was fine?”

He tore his hands away from his face, skin still burning hot “I thought you were just being more affectionate!”

“I was!” You laughed, making your way over to him, “God, I was trying to be because you’re cute!” 

Before he could dwell on it too much more, you reached up, gently pulling him in to you. You leaned forward, hesitating just for a moment before you pressed a chaste kiss against his lips. His eyes went wide at the move, every thread of embarrassment tight enough to keep its choke hold on him as you pulled away with that cute smile on your face at how red his ears were turning.

Chan remembered to breathe a moment later, any attempts at acting suave in front of you long abandoned. “So... If we’re...” He cleared his throat. “I really think... we should call last week our day one. This one would be more embarrassing.”

You giggled, reaching up to brush his hair back from his face. “Oh, babe,” you said, “we’re definitely doing that.”

“So then...” He rested his hands at your waist, pulling you closer. “Can we... do that again?”

“Kiss?” You prompted, watching him shyly nod. You softly laughed. If only people knew how flustered he could get... Instead, you smiled at him a moment later, regaining your composure. “Only if you ask me properly.”

He turned his face away, giggling for a moment. “Okay,” he said, dragging out the word. “Can I please kiss you?”

“Thought you’d never ask,” you giggled, already leaning in.

He’d definitely tell the other story. Maybe this one would come out one day, but he’d settle for living in the moment and kissing you as much as he always wanted to.

[bee-agere]

Hi I saw that your i box got cleared. No worried, if its okay then I'll request again. A platonic Tommyinnit x reader. The reader had been stressed due to school, completely swamped with work. Tommy is worried about them and gies to their house (parents aren't home). Reader doesn't notice him due to having regressed. Then Tommy takes care of reader. Take care of yourself bee :)

School Stress

CG!Tommyinnit x GN!Little!Reader

TW/CW: —

Notes: this is kinda short, sowwy :( I’m on new meds and they make me feel really icky, so sowwy if it not good :((

You yawned, trying to rub your eyes free of any tiredness. Binders, papers, books, and pencils were covering your desk, copious amounts of schoolwork around you. You were beyond stressed, so much was due and there was so much that wasn’t completed yet, it was exhausting. And with your looming tiredness, was that urge to be little. That feeling of softness, comfort, and love, you needed it a lot, but there was too much to be done. You tried to push down your regression, to no avail. In mere minutes, you were babbling and your work was long forgotten.

With nobody around, you really weren’t sure what to do. After a few minutes of babbling to yourself, you became extremely bored. With a small whine, you slid off your chair and made your way downstairs, nearly tripping over your own feet several times.

Sitting on the couch, you turned on the TV and tried to find the kids channel, but you couldn’t quite remember the numbers. 555, 556, 554, 552, none of them were the kids channel that you always watched. With another whine, you left it on a channel that played a lot of AD’s, at least some of them were for kid’s toys, which made you very excited to watch. You laid down on your back and kicked your feet back and forth as you watched the mostly boring channel. You wished your parents were home, or at least you had a friend to play with.

~

With the click of a button, Tommy ended his two hour long stream. As much as he loved streaming, it was very tiring sometimes. He looked at his phone to realize you hadn’t replied to any of his messages from when he went on a small bathroom break. Pressing on your name, he quickly called you.

…

….

…..

No answer.

Tommy furrowed his eyebrows. Usually you always answered. He knew you were stressed out from school, you had been talking about it late last night. Tommy had noticed that you needed to regress last night, based off the way you spoke and constructed your sentences. Without another thought, he left his room, told his Mother where he was going, and left for your house.

Your house wasn’t far, it took Tommy a good four minutes to walk to your house. He didn’t bother to knock, he had been to your house so many times that he didn’t even bother anymore.

You heard the front door open and your attention was peaked, your thumb still in your mouth. When Tommy came into view, you grinned widely. “Tom Tom!” You exclaimed, standing up and running over to him.

He pulled you into a hug. “Are you alright, sweetie?”

You nodded. “I’m wittle, Tom Tom! School too hard,” You explained, “Can we watch ‘toons?” You asked with a sweet smile. Tommy smiled back.

“We can watch cartoons, anything you wanna watch, as long as it’s good for little one’s like you.”Tommy said, taking your hand and walking you to the living room.

“Can we watch Max and Wuby?” You asked softly as Tommy sat you down on the couch. He had also gotten you your favourite blanket and stuffed teddy bear.

Tommy sat down next to you and you cuddled into him as you listened with a grin the theme song. Tommy wrapped his arm around you and kept checking to make sure you were okay. As chaotic as Tommy was, he always calmed down around you, especially when you were little.

[ihatebnha]

Yes hi can I geettttttt one large Katsuki with a side of dick please?

yes ma'am coming right up....... ok its ready come pick it up at the register

keyword: LARGE katsuki... extra large... 2 XL.... 3 xl.... head go brrrrr

premise: where in which you model dynamight’s new clothing line and for whatever reason dynamight himself can’t keep his hands off of u...

enjoy <3<3 i kinda popped off lowkey (even tho i ended up using his hero name smh im sowwy)

-

It’s not like you’re small.

You think you’re a good size. Absolutely fine, of a perfect height, in a perfect body, everything. There is not a single thing about you that isn’t normal or expected, and for all the time you spend thinking about your looks, in the end, your body, for all it’s worth, is yours and actually quite comfortable.

But damn. If Katsuki Bakugo, the infamous, the incredible, Dynamight, isn’t one of the largest men you have ever seen in your fucking life.

In comparison to him, you might as well be the size of a kid. A doll.

It’s not like you didn’t know this... or at least, could have guessed. His height is broadcasted to the world in all the interviews he’s in, and mentioned in almost every hero gossip magazine like it’s the only cool thing about him… It’s just that, in real life, he’s a bit more... imposing… than you thought he would be. 

The only real images you have of him are from the sports festivals you watched when you were younger, and the blurry shots from the news that play on repeat almost every day.

Neither of which truly encapsulate the sheer size of him in comparison to you, and really, what a powerhouse of a man he actually is.

Bakugo towers over everyone, at least by a full head, and what he doesn’t have in height, he makes up for in bulk. His body is nothing less than that of a statue’s, and by all means just goes to show anyone, villain or not, that he is an absolute machine of destruction, a predator, you name it, wrapped in muscle and sinew and brutal, pink scars.

And he is currently shirtless, standing on the well-lit, white tarp of the studio background, waiting for you.

“Where’s the new extra?”

He bemoans, his expression curved into a mean scowl, practically stomping a foot in the direction of his manager, to which your stomach does flip flops and your heart sinks. Too busy caught up in watching him from afar, you rush to pull off the robe they draped you in and hurry to his side, dressed only in a Dynamight themed lingerie set and boots, held together with ridged, green garters.

“I’m here, I’m sorry, I-“

Bakugo’s eyes flit to yours, halting your nervous words instantly, before moving his gaze to look you up and down as he nods his head back and gestures to his side.

“Doesn’t matter now,” he purrs, his voice deep and rough, a hand reaching out to grab your arm, “Get over here.”

You nod, quickly, your teeth knocking together as you move into position beside him and face the camera that’s been teasing you since you got here.

Hired to model a new line of intimate, Dynamight clothing march, you know that his agency only called you because everyone else on their roster had quit. They called you because supposedly Dynamight was sick of looking at “models…” and said that out of everyone, you were the only one he had approved of… Though you know that probably just means that all the other girls were chased away by Bakugo’s mean snarl, and you were the first replacement to answer the phone.

Still…

Part of you doesn’t entirely believe that, at least if the way you feel Katsuki Bakugo practically salivating over your shoulder is anything to go by, his wide chest against your back as he very, non-discreetly presses his hips into your ass and runs his thick hand over your sides.

And when the sounds of shutters start going off, your expression now neutralized for the camera and nervousness long buried for another time, you can’t help but let yourself lean back into him, your hands moving to rest on his as he grips your waist with the strength only a hero in the Top Ten could have.

-

If you thought that Bakugo was large before… you are definitely not disappointed now.

You are on your knees in front of him, his legs spread to accommodate the way you sit between them, and your hands on his thighs as he hastily frees his cock from the cage that is his sweatpants.

You can’t help but gape, staring open-mouthed at the already hard member, which curves upward toward his belly and is surrounded by fine, blonde pubes.

“Surprised?” he mutters, a knowing lilt to his raspy voice, enjoying the sight of you going slack jawed, and he smirks at your expression, his canines bared and eyes heavy-lidded.

It’s large. So large you suddenly wonder what you’re doing, and how the hell you’re going to please him properly. He’s definitely the biggest you’ve seen probably... ever, and though the feelings are mostly overwhelmed by a twisted sense of desire, fear strikes your heart when you think about taking him in your mouth and… elsewhere.

You narrow your eyes, one hand reaching out to gently grip the shaft, the head unashamedly dripping a milky precum which you use to give him a few timid pumps before looking to his eyes for confirmation that that is what he wants.

He groans immediately, almost sounding relieved, throwing his head back onto the back of the chair as you shyly work him.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day, you know,” he says into the air, “You and that fuckin’ body.”

To be honest, it’s no surprise, especially when you consider how he practically didn’t take his hands off you the entire shoot, and think about the fact that in more than a few of the photos you took, his mouth was on some part of your body…

You can’t help but worry your lip between your teeth thinking about it, blinking up at him and staying silent.

“What, you scared of me or something, baby?”

Bakugo tilts his head toward yours, an eyebrow raised in question, aiming to close the gap between your faces but not quite entirely. 

“No, I just…” you hesitate, unsure of how to proceed. If anyone knows how attractive Bakugo is, it’s he himself, and you definitely don’t want to ruin the moment by saying something stupid.

You also don’t want him in on the information that you’ve never been with a guy so big, alongside the fact that you’ve never been with a Pro Hero of his caliber, either, afraid that maybe he’ll mock you for your inexperience or sudden petulance, and in thinking so, you settle with a shrug, a smile, and a simple,

“I’m just nervous.”

Though your hand on his dick slows to an embarrassing stop, being that you’re too preoccupied with trying to fight the urge to shy away from his intense red eyes, his smile only returns, still cocky, still Bakugo, but nonetheless quite sweet. 

And in his smile, in the way he wraps one hand around yours on his cock before leaning down to kiss you, it doesn’t take much thought to know that he’ll most definitely take care of you, big dick or not. 

He’s a hero, after all, the biggest one you know. 

-

The pictures end up being released about a month later, to which all of your friends (and almost the entirety of Japan) immediately pick up their phone to ask you about. They gush over Dynamight, telling you how lucky you are to have scored the modeling gig, to have been so up close and personal with the Dynamight himself, but you can only laugh in response.

Looking at the photos, though, you can see what they mean, as once again you are reminded of just the sheer size of him, the images doing nothing to hide the way your head doesn’t even reach his chin, or how his fingers on your waist easily dip toward your belly button in a tight squeeze.

Or the fact that in all of them, he looks at you like he’s absolutely, positively smitten.

And from the glaring, possessive look in his eyes, you are also reminded of your escapade in the dressing room, the way Bakugo smiled at you, and the large cock that will haunt your sexual fantasies for the rest of your life.  

It’s honestly no wonder that, when the Dynamight himself posts a photo from the shoot on his personal page, the caption is a bold, “call me.”

[drakenology]

“what that mouth do?” - w/ random haikyuu boys. because I dont know all the team names yet.

ft. bokuto, aakashi, kageyama & asahi

🎵 inspo song 🎵

warnings: oral sex (fem!receiving), cussin’, d+ddy kink, exhibitionism?, slight overstim, spit (yall know me), use of kitten in asahi’s sowwy, dash of somnophilia, a pinch of “cunt”

bokuto (mine)

i feel like bokuto would be the type to just get straight to it.

and believe you me he is a messy eater.

the whole room would be filled with sounds of him slurping and sucking all over your pussy

loves eating it from the back to prep you for the brutally beautiful backshots he’s about to bestow upon you.

also just loves your ass in his face.

fingers you and eats you out at the same time. (demon)

will tongue kiss you when he’s done to make you taste yourself.

talks about eating pussy to his teammates alll day. (much to their dismay)

he just loves eating pussy.

pussy eating experience: 10/10.

bokuto laid on the bed like a sniper with his sights on his target between your legs, hands resting on both thighs to keep you nice and spread for him. his tongue glides over your plush folds, poking and prodding at your entrance as his pretty eyes lock onto your face.

fuck, you were so beautiful like this; face scrunching up with every swipe of his tongue. you whimper as his fingers dive deep into your dripping sex, slurping noises ringing in your ears as he took your clit between his soft lips. you were blinded by pleasure, incoherent sentences flowing out of your lips of how good he was eating you right now.

bokuto nods, a cheeky “mhm.” sending you into a daze. your legs quiver and vibrate around poor bokuto’s head as you cum violently on his tongue. Even as your thighs are squeezing him to death he’s still licking you, riding you through your high and straight to yet another. Your back arched, your fingers entrapping into bokuto’s hair as you try and escape his killer grip on your hips.  “fuuuck, baby!” you cry, sobbing at the assault on your oh-so-sensitive pussy. bokuto can’t get enough of seeing you this way; begging and crying for him to stop. part of him loves your desperate pleas, relishing in every little jumbled swear you let out. 

aakashi (also mine)

another one who devours the pussy.

absolutely insatiable

will eat you anywhere... like anywhere

and will go all out on purpose so others could potentially hear you moan for him eek!

likes to 69 so your pretty mouth pleases him while he pleases you

high-key likes it when you get so tongue dumb that you can’t even focus on sucking his dick. 

loves to praise you; could literally write an essay about how good your pussy tastes

he’s just a damn demon ok?

you’re out trying on cute little dresses for aakashi; short ones to tease him when you go out. you smirk as you watch his face flush, loving the way he looked at you with such hunger. your panties soak at the thought of what he was going to do to you when you got home; what he might do when he sees you all dressed up pretty and ready to go out with your friends.

as you go to change out of the dress you tried on to put your clothes back on, aakashi rushes into the dressing room and pushed you inside. he doesn’t say a word, his feral eyes speaking every filthy desire for him. he kissed you, so hard you both stumble into the wall. clothes molted off your bodies quickly, aakashi lightly pushing you down onto the bench following you down. in an instant you spread your legs for him, panties wearing a wet spot as aakashi moans at the sight.

his lips are on you before you can even speak, a long, sloww drag of his tongue over your panties turning your thoughts to mush. aakashi rests your legs onto his shoulders as he kneeled in front of you as if eating you was a privilege. slowly he peeled your panties off to the side, looking up at you with those fucking eyes of his. he leaves these sloppy kisses all over your sopping wet pussy that were so intoxicating that you completely forget you’re in public with all the noise you start to make.

your slick mixed with his spit dripped down your ass and all over the bench as aakashi traced circles on your clit, leaving only to dip his tongue inside to really taste you. your breathing seemed to stop as you hold back your whimpers, catching your lip between your teeth as he pushed you down to your end. “yess. you taste so good, love. give me more.”

Kageyama (psh.. buckle up)

closet freak

mr. tobio likes to tease a lot

loves when you beg for him

in fact it’s mandatory that you beg for him

will not stop until you cum at least twice and even then you’re pulling him off you

leaves little hickies on your thighs as a reminder of how good he makes you feel everytime he revists your pussy.

Kageyama comes home late at night; a celebration of another successful game still lingering on his breath (probably from drinking all night). He stumbles inside, eager to claim his prize. Tobio shuffled into the bedroom you share to see you sleeping soundly, stomach flat on the bed and your perfect ass sitting right up as if to greet him.

He practically drools seeing you like that all but fully clothed, the only thing covering your body was one of his jerseys. You looked good enough to eat. Kageyama crawls on top of your sleeping body, trying to nudge you awake all to no avail as you snore away completely unaware of the savage beast leaning over you. He starts kissing your body, whispering your name to stir you awake as he trailed down to your ass giving it the biggest kiss so far.

“wakey wakey...” he whispers, snapping the waistband of your panties with his thumb, taking two loving fingers to prod at your clothed cunt. you stir, moaning as he moved you to lay completely flat on the bed. “there she is..” he smiles, looking at your half sleeping face. “T-Tobii. What time is it?” You whine, reaching for your phone only for him to pull you to the edge of the bed. “Doesn’t matter. Bend over.” Tobio groaned, drinking in your body as he prompts you to lay down with your ass up. You bite your lip, doing as your told.

“You’re in a good mood. You guys won?” You ask, eyes closed as he kissed your thighs, licking just below your now aching pussy. He was so needy for you, words only slowing the process of him getting what he wants. He doesn’t even answer your question, only thing he used his mouth for was to devour the woman who lay bent over for him.

Kageyama pulled your panties down about half way, just to get to your cunt as quickly as humanly possible. He prods at your folds, taking in the taste of your sweet juices as he moaned into you. You shudder, leaning into the bed to muffle your noise.

His hands explored your lower half, focusing on grabbing your ass and caressing your thighs then refocusing his attention on sticking his tongue deep inside you; just drunk on your body. You’re quickly reduced to a moaning mess, the massaging of his big hands along with the intense make out session on your pussy was just doing it for you. Tobio lost all composure.

Your pussy was quite possibly the best thing that had ever happened to him or maybe that’s just how it felt. Not a single spot of you wasn’t touched, filthy sounds of him tonguing you down caused you to utter filither things back.

“Tobiii!” You sob into the pillow, almost completely sure you’re crying. You start shaking, arching your back to get him to go deeper somehow, telling him you’re soo fucking close. Keep going, don’t stop, you urge him. He obliged happily, suckling on your clit and sinking his slender fingers inside you in such a way that caused you to boil over as fast as you could dig your nails into the sheets. You feel your slick drip down your leg, Kageyama pulling away from your leaking pussy to lick up your thighs not wanting a drop to go to waste.

fuck.. i’m hot.. i’m hot.

Asahi

huge slut for foreplay, he just wants to make you feel good

eating you out is now second nature to him

it’s kinda scary how quickly he’s learned your body; what to do and what not to do

ways to get the faucet running smoothly, ya know?

loves when you pull his hair, it’s like a sign he’s got you going crazy for him.

probably the one to stop eating you to get his dick in there, soooo needy.

Something about seeing you in a skirt just makes Asahi want to tear you apart. So when he comes home to you getting dressed to go out with your girlfriends he froze. Not only did you wear a skirt but you also had the nerve to put on some thigh high socks with it. Wherever you were going didn’t matter anymore. All that mattered was getting his face in between those thigh highs.

Asahi takes you by the hand and pulled you away from the bathroom sink, kissing you with sheer lust and passion. Even though your friends were blowing up, call after call falling on deaf ears you didn’t fucking care. You kissing your boyfriend became the only thing that seemed right. Fuck going out to be honest. Asahi whisked you away to the bedroom, laying you carefully over the bed. He crawled on top of you with this starved look on his face, as if he’d never taste you again.

“A-Asahi, I’m gonna be late.” You say, being completely ignored by Asahi. Whatever it was you said though didn’t matter, his hands running up your thighs and lifting up your skirt. You’re flushed, looking down at him as he pulled your panties off in one fell swoop.

“This will be quick, promise. I just have to have you, kitten.” Asahi chokes out, eyeing your pussy. He was usually the calm one; the one who brought you to beg for him but now he’s practically aching to taste you. And so he does, diving deep into your pussy with his tongue. Any rationality left your thinking, the sensation the only thing making sense to you right now.

Asahi now has your thighs pressed into your chest, spread just enough to lick your sweet cunt. Your knees cover half your face as you practically drool on them, his mouth working it’s magic all over your most sensitive spots. He takes his thick fingers and slides them inside with easy feat (its the wap for him.), causing your thighs to quiver. Your eyes roll back as you try holding your legs open for him, thighs quivering as Asahi makes it harder to do so.

“fuuuck, asahii!” you mewl, eyes crossing at every stroke of his tongue; every pump of his fingers. Asahi swore and pulled away, sloppily kissing you with his wet lips.

“I lied. I won’t be quick.”

[weaselbrownie]

thunders and warm hugs | d.m

draco malfoy x fem!reader

summary : scorpius came to your room at night because he couldn’t sleep due to the thunderstorm.

warning : dad draco, fluffiest fluff made at 3 am 

word count : 1.7k

The dark sky lit up, followed by a loud clapping of thunder. You watched the loud scenery from your living room window with a cup of warm tea in your hands. Nights like this really do remind you of your Hogwarts days, how you would stay up late sitting by the windows with Pansy when the wind and rain were chaotic outside. 

It's been a long time since you thought about your teen years, now an adult living in a beautiful home with the love of your life and your handsome son. You couldn't have thought of a better way to live life. The war took a lot of things but it also brought a lot of things, that day you nearly lost Draco and you were certain to never let that happen again– so here you were.

You were pulled from your thoughts by a string of laughter and paddles of little feet running down the hallways. You set your tea down and turned around to see your husband chasing your son around the living room. 

"C'mon now Scorpius– It's time for bed" Draco huffed a little out of breath from all the running. 

Your eyes followed as Scorpius ran at the speed of light, Draco behind him desperately trying to catch his hyperactive son. You laughed at his failed attempts and tried your famous trick to get him to calm down. You slowly walked to one of the couch in front of the roaring fire and sat down. You reached to your left to take a warm blanket and draped it over yourself before taking each end and stretching your arms to the side. 

"Scorpius?..." You softly called out 

"Honey could you come here for a second– mommy's cold"

All of a sudden the sound of little feet padding started to get closer and closer to you. Before you knew it Scorpius climbed up the couch and jumped into your arms. Upon seeing him you closed your arms and wrapped the blanket over him, tucking him in like a little burrito. Scorpius however didn't fight back like he would if Draco were to wrap him up as you did. Instead, Scorpius just snuggled deeper into your embrace starting to calm down. 

Draco stood behind the two of you and kissed the top of your head from the back of the couch before coming around to sit next to you. Draco smiled down at the two of you and extended his hand out. You shifted your gaze towards him and took his cold hands into your warm ones. 

"Mommy awe you still cold?" Scorpius asked as he lifted his face from your chest to look up at you. 

"No baby I'm all warmed up now– thank you" You answered your son softly as you kissed the top of his head before brushing fallen strands of pale locks from his face. 

The sky then suddenly lit up again followed by another loud clapping of the thunder. Scorpius squealed under you and held onto you a little tighter. You rocked him back and forth before whispering to him telling him it's just the thunders. Draco took this opportunity to shift closer to you and pull you in for a hug. Your muscles relaxed into Draco and he set your head on the crook of his neck. The three of you stayed on the couch for a little while longer before you could hear the soft snores of Scorpius. 

You sat up from Draco and motioned your head to your son sleeping soundly on your chest. Draco fixed his posture and leaned down to take the sleeping boy from you and brought him to his chest instead. Draco slowly sat up and motioned for you to do the same. 

"Wait for me in the bedroom yeah?" Draco whispered while taking closer steps to you. 

You nodded and gave him a soft smile before Draco turned around to take Scorpius to his own room. You turned around and reached for your wand before tidying up the couch and turning off the fire. 

You walked up the grand stairs leading to your room and opened the first door to the right. You continued to walk into the connecting bathroom to change into one of Draco's shirts before coming back to your room to sit on the end of your bed. Not long after you settled Draco came in and slowly closed the door to your room before sprinting up at you– tackling you to the bed. 

"Merlin Draco– you've got to stop running up to me like that" You laughed out while trying to wriggle out of Draco's grasp above you.

Draco's hand wandered to your sides as his lips found the side of your neck, kissing and breathing cool air to the space– ticking you. His lips danced along your collarbone and trailed up to your jaw and your cheeks– peppering you with kisses you laughed at him.

"Oh so Scorpius can and I can't?" Draco scoffed after he stopped kissing your face.

"You're not three sweetheart" 

"No no– I get it you have replaced me with my own son" 

"Oh shut up you big baby" You chirped as you flipped the two of you, making you on top.

Draco dramatically pouted at your action and tried to look annoyed but it just looked like a cartoon puppy who's lost his bone. A small smile paints your lips as you look down to admire your husband in an 'annoyed' state. Knowing Draco and how to crack his codes and mood swings you leaned down to capture his lips just for him to move away from you. You smirked at him as this happens one too many times before, you gave it a couple of tries– to capture his lips but it was no use. Giving up you brought your hands to his cheeks– cupping it and keeping it in place before finally putting your lips on his. 

Draco's soft lips moved in sync with yours as you felt time stopped. You have known Draco for most of your life but not a day has gone by where he doesn't make you feel like a princess and gives you butterflies in your stomach. Draco moved his hands to the small of your back as you deepened the kiss before a flash of lightning struck by your window– making the both of you jump.

You pulled away from Draco in panic as your gaze snapped to the window and the lit sky. You took a second to catch your breath before shifting your gaze back to your husband under you who's grinning widely. 

"What are you doing with your face?" You asked him as you knitted your eyebrows together. 

"You're scared" Draco murmured with the stupid grin still plastered on his face. 

"Am not!" 

"Mhm alright–"

"Draco Malfoy I am not scared!"

"Hush angel it's okay" Draco laughed at you as he softly grabbed the back of your head guiding it to the crook of his neck. "Like mother like son" Draco whispered to you before letting out another chuckle at your struggle to get out of his grasp. 

You finally gave out after a few minutes of fighting Draco and melted into his embrace. He moved his arms to your lower back before kissing your temple once more. The sky lit up again as another loud thunder echoed your room. You flinched a little and held onto him a little tighter not wanting him to disappear. Draco moved his head to whisper sweet nothings in your ear as your eyelids start to grow heavy. 

Right when you were about to give in to sleep the door to your room opened making you and Draco jolt up and sat straight on the bed to turn the bedside lamp on. Nobody was seen to enter the room before the door closed again. 

"Mommy? Daddy? Awe you awake?" 

Upon hearing the whispered voice you moved to the end of the bed to see Scorpius with tears in his eyes holding onto his little bunny. You smiled down at your son and Draco moved the blanket that covered his legs and bent down to meet Scoupius' face. Draco opened his arms and Scorpius jumped into him, closing his little arms around Draco's shoulders. 

"I'm sowwy– I twied to stay but it was scawy" Scorpius sniffled as he snuggled into Draco's neck once again. 

"Hey, it's alright– you want to stay with mommy and daddy tonight?" Draco pulled away from Scorpius to see him slowly nodding. Draco stood up with Scorpius in his arms before moving to the bed and placed him on the sheets next to you. 

"Oh my baby– come here" You cooed as you took Scorpius from Draco's arms and into your own. 

You lifted the covers and placed your son next to you, fluffing the pillow behind him and leaning him back. Scorpius was quick to settle in– bringing his bunny with him under the covers. You too settled back down under the covers as Draco got in and mimicked your actions. Draco then proceeded to drape one of his arms over the both of you and hooking his hand on the small of your back, trapping Scorpius in the middle. You looked up at Draco to find him already staring at you with a smile that danced softly on his lips. You slowly leaned down to your son who was getting sleepy again and then up to your husband who's admiring his little family. You gave Draco a quick kiss before settling back down hugging Scorpius. 

Life hasn't been easy, there was always something wrong peeking in every corner just waiting to jump out at you. For the longest time, you were unsure of a lot of things, knowing anything could change in a millisecond. You didn't have a lot of faith when the war came but you held on to that small voice on the back of your head telling you to fight back, telling you to look forward to what life had to offer. For once you felt a leap of faith and listened to that voice– and here you were. Snuggled up in your beautiful home with your wonderful son and the love of your life in your arms. 

For the longest time, you were unsure of a lot of things, but this– looking at your boys who were both sound asleep in your arms, you were always sure of them, sure that this was forever. And so you hold on and wait to see what more surprises life will bring you. 

[sinnerburrito]

Second attempt for creating an art for my fic, but idk, Bell isn't creepy enough.

*Spoilers from Cod Black Ops: Cold War and Cod Mobile

Sudno

Chapter 1 of 13:

White Room

In the white room

With black curtains

Near the station

Black roof country,

no gold pavements,

tired starlings

Silver horses

Ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes

Dawnlight smiles on you leaving,

my contentment

White Corridor.

The sterile walls and white light was familiar, did he lived here? Did he came before? The old man in the wheelchair didn't know. The smell of chemicals, the name on the tip of the tongue, chlorine? Alcohol?

Maybe both.

Smoke.

A Cigarette.

Even that you made me do.

A woman in white walked so fast before his eyes could even follow her disappearing steps throught the corridor. How long he was there waiting?

Waiting for what?

For who?

A book.

Two men wait for someone who never comes. They mentioned to him once.

Books, photographs, poof of existence

Loose ends to tie.

A job to do.

He had a job to. They had, he couldn't miss it! Did no one heard him? He had a job to do, he couldn't wait for Godot his whole life.

The wind came with a Song, chimes, a nice ring to it, and with a song a person joined him in his neverending wait for something that never happens

- Is good to see you, Russ.

Big round eyes, why the mask? Was it that cold?

Doubt.

They rolled the mask over his head, using it as a beanie, revealing a pale young face, almost like the woman in white that passed running way smelling like tobacco.

Russ.

R U S S

U S S R

- I barely recognized you, let's get you out of this corridor, is cold here, don't you think? A bit of sunlight wouldn't hurt.

Yeah, it was a bit chilly.

Silence.

Could he talk at all? His hearing wasn't what used to be, but was enough to hear the wheelchair groaning and protesting with each move,more people in white, people strapped to gurneys fading away, did he used to work there?

The coldness outside could barely compare to the corridor, but the view was nice, a cliff overlooking the sea, the sun setting in the horizon. It was nice.

Cozy to die.

The stranger lowered his head to his ear, whispering almost like telling a secret.

- Here is where they throw people who God nor the the Devil wants. Too dangerous to stay alive, too much of a hassle to kill. So you end here, waiting.

- You? Who?

Finally.

Finally the words came out, barely audible, barely making any sense.

- Oh Russel, look at you now, who could have guessed you would outlive us?

They took something out of their pockets, a white handkerchief, using it to wipe something out of his face, fingertips lingering on the scar of his face.

- And now you don't remember. But it's ok, because me neither.

He could hear the tides below crashing again the rocks, sea salt wind on the skin and the vastness of the sky above.

- Do you think God forgive crimes we can remember?

Those deep brown eyes searching something on his face, an answer? He doesn't remember God, at least ,he doesn't remember God answering any of the questions he had. But he could only stare back, nothing to offer, only silence.

- I don't think so, look at me,i still here.

The stranger took his frail shaking hands in their own, kissing his hand gently, they were so cold. Like they took a swing in the artic sea.

- It's ok, i'll be here at by yourside, like i always did, like i always do, Russell.

The sound again.

Chimes.

The sound of...

- ...Bell?

- Welcome home , Russell Adler.

A chill in the spine, the few hairs he had stood alert, his frail old heart hammering again his ribcage, words from a distant time coming back.

Bell took his wheelchair again, guilding back to the building.

- It's getting late, I need you to remember Solovetsky.

The Island?

- We have a job to do.

Continue...

The rest can be found in AO3. My name's there is the same here, SinnerBurrito the fic's name is "Sudno"

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