#jo my prettiest girl

[sirlancenotalot]

[lupe-jess]

just remembered the neural coupling hdjsbdhj he really tried to come up with any excuse as to why he would be in love with her except just admitting that he caught the Feelings

[bunnys-kisses]

how can i take your order? all you have to do is pick a dessert, drink and driver/character of your choosing! are you in the mood for a mille-feuille or a big slice of chocolate cake! please, please, please indicate who you want me to write about!!

the servers are from the following: formula one, call of duty, baldur's gate 3, haikyuu, one piece, jujustu kaisen, detective comics (dc), marvel comics (but i am open to any other fandoms you might have in mind! please do not hesitate to ask!!)

i do also accept polyam relationships! (pairing + reader), up to about four people! just to make it manageable on my end!

all orders can be made to the inbox for @bunnys-kisses and i'll get your order together asap! also let me know if you want it extra sweet or a little more spicy !

mille-feuille: “that’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl.”

butter tart: "let's ruin ourselves for anyone else."

sugar pie: “gonna let daddy hear ya?”

zebra cake: "well, what do we have here?"

carrot cake: "swallow it. all of it."

millionaire shortcake: "if they saw you now, you'd be the biggest shame to your family."

pots de crème: "if a picture is worth a thousand words, then i could probably get a million dollars for this photo."

oat flapjacks: "i'm not scared of you."

persian rolls: "it's mandatory i finish. you getting to finish is a treat."

spice pie: "i didn't know it was possible to be a liar and a slut."

mushroom pie: "if you don't shut up. i'm going to shut you up."

lemon slice: "i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making."

swiss roll: "everything you own, everything you wear i paid for. so i guess that means i own you."

pumpkin pie: "i've met strays who were more obedient."

pastry braid: "your job is to make me cum. now get to work."

sausage roll: "i wonder how much i could get for photos of this cunt."

pithivier: "if you don't behave, i'll let the boys take care of you."

tiramisu: “my little slut to ruin.”

sponge toffee: "aw, is someone mad that they can only cum because of me?"

pull-apart bread: "i love you"

powered sugar donuts: "marry me."

blueberry bars: “gonna make you a mamma and you're gonna make me a daddy.”

pudding chomeur: "i don't share."

ice cream bars: “did you see the way he was eyeing you? he need to know you're mine."

chocolate cake: "do you feel that? that's what happens when i think about you all day."

soufflé: "i'll be gentle."

fried dough: "i know virginity is a stupid concept... but i want to take yours."

apple pie: "now be good and beg. thank you."

vanilla cheesecake: "where are your manners?"

berry trifle: "wrong. try again."

maple cream pie: "either you wear the necklace with my name on it, or wear my bruises around your neck."

s'more: "The accent gets to you, doesn't it?"

belgian waffles: "i cum in that every night."

pancakes: "if you bite me. i'll bite you back."

loaf of whole wheat bread: "you're going to shut that mouth and take me."

jos louis: "does someone need a daddy?"

maple taffy: "oh my god you're stupid."

snowballs: "don't worry, drug tests aren't till next week."

shortbread cookies: "and who does this belong to?"

flan: "i'm not possessive... i'm obsessive."

peach cake: "if you spill a drop, we start all over."

angel food cake: "if he fucks with me again, i'm finishing inside of you."

red velvet cupcake: "if you don't like being called a whore, then stop acting like one."

mince pie: "i'm not jealous."

banana bread: "i'm going to fuck that sweet pussy of yours until the only word your little brain can form is my name."

crumb cake: "if you just listened, all of this could've been avoided."

chocolate chip cookies: "you're beautiful when you smile, but you're the prettiest when my cock is in your throat"

nanaimo bars: "who's my pretty girl? c'mon say it."

coffee cake: "knees. now."

sourdough bread: "i'm going to breed you."

blueberry muffins: "i don't think it'll fit."

pound cake with strawberries: "you know i hate going over rules, but just because i like seeing you embarrassed, i'll tell you them again."

croissant: "i wonder if your father knows what happens during the off hours. if he knows you're here with me."

crepe: "pretty girl."

french toast: "you're trying to make me jealous!"

churros: "if you don't shut that little mouth of yours, i will stuff it full. okay?"

shortbread squares: "you're just mad that that my cock fits perfectly in you now. must be a blow to the ego that we're a perfect match."

savory pastry: "let your brother find out."

sweet pastry: "i'll make it all better."

eclairs: "the family's precious little girl. under me like a slut."

boston cream pie: "yeah, i'll use protection."

bagel: “gonna paint you with my teeth.”

crostata: “stupid slut, this is what you wanted huh? wanted me to fuck you like i hate you.”

tres leches: "i wonder if your brother know i cum in you."

peanut butter bars: “scratch me, bite me, just mark me sweetheart. show them I’m yours.”

eton mess: "be careful. your breath smells like cum."

scones: "but what if they see us!"

english muffin: "aw, is someone crying?"

honey cruller: "i forget how small you are sometimes."

banana split: "don't look at me like that."

beer brownies: "stick your tongue out anymore and you'll look like a dog."

fudge: "your father is pissing me off."

sticky toffee pudding: "the only way this is ending is you getting pregnant."

hot cross buns: "don't hide your face from me. i'd hate to have to tie you up."

brownies: "you're so much more agreeable when you have something to occupy that mouth of yours."

chocolate mousse: "the only necklace you need is my hand around your throat"

tim bits: "stupid little thing."

fruitcake: "i'll make tonight special."

cornmeal muffin: "i need you most."

devil's food cake: "you're my most unhealthy obsession."

crème caramel: "oh. you thought you were getting away from me?"

banana & chocolate muffins: "i'm only doing this because you need to learn how to behave, rules are rules, and you need to follow them."

custard tart: "i've never done this before."

cinnamon rolls: "no one needs to know."

mango sorbet: "you are by far the dumbest thing i've ever fucked. how did they even let you graduate?"

date squares: "you look better with my marks on you."

figgy duff: "if i buy it, will you stop pouting?"

spicy upside down cake: "let's play a game: don't get caught."

cream puffs: "let me finish inside."

profiteroles: "come away with me. for a week, together. anywhere you want, we'll go."

with a side of:

coffee: rivals

tea: semi-public/public sex

juice: cockwarming

mocha coffee: breeding kink

bubble tea: daddy kink

a vodka shot: rough sex

sparkling water: gentle sex

coconut water: alternate universe

energy drink: doggy style

champagne: sugar daddy situation

hard lemonade: possessive behaviour

espresso shot: dirty talking

a glass of wine: cowgirl position

ice capp coffee: werewolf au

bloody mary: vampire au

martini: mafia au

frozen latte: dumbification

frozen lemonade: consensual non-consent

cranberry juice: mean!character

glass of water: aftercare

chocolate milk: tenderness

milkshake: size kink

pina colada: pregnancy

cider: body worship

mai tai: loss of virginity

margarita: unprotected sex

mint julep: punishments

chai: biting/hickies

earl grey: big cock

fishbowl cocktail: protected sex

tonic water: age gap

matcha latte: collars/bondage

root beer: filming/recording

soda: jealousy

americano: oral sex

whisky: degrading language

vitamin water: dom/sub dynamic

irish coffee: high sex

sangria: drunk sex

dark roast coffee: sub!character

dark hot chocolate: sub!reader

iced tea: accidentally launching relationship

lemon water: university/college au

naked & famous: bimbo/ditzy!reader

on the house: author's choice!

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[iichaeyj]

CAFÉ SUNSHINE

the barista working at your favorite café draws hearts onto your coffee cup, calls you her sunshine, and calls you the prettiest thing she’s ever seen—platonically, of course.

PAIRING: barista!sohyun x f!reader GENRE: fluff, lots of fluff WARNINGS: y/n is a little oblivious but she's trying her best, like one kms joke, one sort of suggestive joke ? WORD COUNT: 4.0k A/N: ik nobody asked for this but i saw no sohyun fics so i had to do it myself!!!!!

The lingering smell of fresh coffee hits your nose as you walk into the quaint, familiar café you’ve been visiting for months now, the bell at the top of the door ringing to signal your arrival. A small display on the counter shows you little cupcakes, cookies, and bagels you’ve all tried. Next to it, a small menu resides that shows off the various coffees and drinks the café serves its customers. You approach the counter, your eyes drifting to the only sound in the café besides the calming music in the background.

The sound of the espresso machine rings throughout the area, the shot of concentrated coffee flowing down into a little white cup made by the girl standing in front of the machine. Her long, dark hair flows behind her as she works. She’s dressed in a simple outfit suited for a barista, the white sleeves of her blouse rolled up as she concentrates on grinding coffee beans. Her apron is slightly messy with hints of coffee and whipped cream smeared onto the brown fabric, but she shows no sign of care on her face as she focuses on her current task. The veins in her hands become visible as she works, and her forearm muscles tighten as she finishes. She tilts her head down as she notices her messy hands, her side profile highlighting her jawline and the soft curve of her nose. The gold writing flashes as the sunlight reflects off her name tag, the bold letters spelling out “Sohyun” against the black background.

Sohyun turns towards you, her eyes looking up from the ground as she makes eye contact. Her lips part in surprise as she finally notices a customer, curling up at the ends when she sees that it’s not just any customer, but you. She brushes her hands off diligently on a clean towel before walking up to the register, flashing you a friendly smile. “Hey, sunshine,” Sohyun greets you, using the familiar nickname she applies only to you as she leans down against the counter with her arms crossed against the cool surface. She looks up at you as she tilts her head, staring for a moment as if to take in your appearance while she smiles brighter at the sight. “What can I get for you today?” she asks you, her sultry and smooth voice causing you to look away shyly.

“I don’t know,” you hum, glancing at the menu next to the register. “What do you suggest?” you ask, meeting her gaze again despite every part of your body struggling to hide the rosy blush currently creeping onto your cheeks.

“Why don’t you get something as sweet as yourself?” Sohyun says, grinning when she notices the soft blush becoming more prominent from her flirtatious words. “Maybe a blue lemonade?” she suggests, standing back up properly from her position leaning down on the counter.

“A blue lemonade?” you say, scanning the menu that offers no such option. “Since when did you start making that?” you ask her curiously.

“Since I noticed you beginning to crave sweeter and cooler things the hotter it gets,” Sohyun tells you with a small chuckle, gathering the ingredients from the cabinets.

You flush in embarrassment as she picks up on a habit you didn’t even know you had, wondering if you were easy to read or if she was just smart enough to figure you out. “Well as long as you make it, I’m sure I’ll like it,” you say sweetly, trying to flatter her while also avoiding processing the fact that Sohyun remembered something about you so easily.

Sohyun’s hand twitches slightly at your words, her back towards you as she begins working on your blue lemonade. “What if I accidentally make it really horrible? My job mainly requires me to handle shots of espresso, you know,” she jokes, preparing the sparkly blue drink.

“I trust you,” you tell her, smiling at her joke. “Ever since I started coming here, you’ve never given me anything bad,” you say happily.

You shiver as you walk down the streets of your neighborhood, the jacket around you doing little to nothing to prevent the cold air from attacking your skin. After walking downtown thinking you’d be fine, you regretted your choice as you walked back up the familiar streets in the freezing cold. Just as you begin thinking nothing could get worse than the 32 Fahrenheit weather you were currently trapped in, snowflakes suddenly begin floating down from the sky.

Letting out an exasperated sigh as the snow falls onto your hair, you look around the empty street. Although you lived nearby, you really didn’t want to be out in the cold after walking all the way here. You could practically feel your legs aching at the thought of climbing up these next few streets to get home. You notice a bright light coming from inside a small store, curious about the store you hadn’t seen previously. You sigh as the snow only begins getting heavier, shivering as you make your way towards the light that would surely offer you some comfort from the snowy weather.

You walk into the small store, looking around at the small plants placed around the space and the pieces of art that still have the price tags on them if you look closely enough. You notice the freshly dried paint on the walls and the lack of actual food or products on display, hinting at the place's newly opened status. The place was generally filled with the colors of white and brown, typical colors for a modern café. However, something about the cute, small café offered you space that differed from the world outside. The warm, golden lights shined down on you and almost instantly melted the snow on your hair, leaving you feeling much better than before. The area felt warm and comfortable, offering a safe space from the harsh weather outside.

As you look around, you fail to notice the barista behind the counter that was looking at you. Her eyes looked you up and down, bundled up in a warm jacket and a scarf that was too big on you. She smiled slightly at the sight of you, taking in your rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes as you looked around curiously.

“Can I help you?” the barista asks you, causing your head to snap up to stare at the girl. Her voice was low and raspy, causing you to unknowingly blush at the mere sound. As you try and calm yourself down, feeling stupid from being so easily embarrassed, your jaw nearly falls open as you take her in. She smiles kindly at you, looking into your eyes. Her eyes glisten with interest as she looks at you, clearly intrigued by your presence. Her hair is tied up behind her, allowing you to look over her sharp features. Her lips are shaped like hearts as they curl into a smile for you, which in turn highlights the pink on her prominent cheekbones. She had a mole on the bottom of her left eye and on her nose, adding to her already incredible features to make her look sophisticated.

She looked ethereal.

She was unlike anybody you’ve ever seen before. After you walked through the cold weather on streets covered by white snow with the gray sky looming overhead, the girl seemed like an otherworldly being with the way she captivated you with her warm smile and raspy voice. Her eyes crinkled up at the ends as she smiled, making you nearly fall over after noticing the small detail if it wasn't for the sound of her voice interrupting your thoughts.

“Hello?” she asks you, chuckling as she continues to stare at you kindly. You felt your legs wobble at her words. Hearing her low voice and her gentle laugh only made your attraction to her worse, a red tint coating your cheeks at the realization.

“Hi,” you say meekly, trying to offer her a smile you hoped wasn’t painfully awkward. “I was just trying to find shelter from the cold,” you tell her, struggling to meet her gaze for more than a few seconds at a time.

“So you didn’t mean to come here?” she asks you, a soft smile on her lips as she glances at your blushing cheeks.

You flush bright red in embarrassment, shaking your head quickly. “I didn’t mean it like that,” you tell her quickly. “I’ve just never been here,” you explain shyly. “I live in this neighborhood, so I wanted to check this place out.”

“This place is a new café I'm getting set up,” she explains. “It may not look like much right now, but it'll get there,” she tells you, giving you a small wink.

You felt something awaken at the sight.

“You own this place?” you ask in surprise, staring at her as you take in her young appearance. Surely, she couldn't be more than a year older than you, if that.

“Yeah. I worked for it,” she shrugs, rubbing the back of her neck as she smiles bashfully. And if she noticed the way your eyes glanced at her exposed neck, she didn’t mention it.

“That’s cool!” you tell her earnestly, your eyes wide in surprise.

She glances at you, an amused smile playing on her lips as she notices your genuine enthusiasm for a person you had just met. “It’s nothing crazy,” she tells you, chuckling again which causes your heart to race. “Why don’t you take a seat? I’ll make something for you,” she tells you, nodding towards a seat nearby as she disappears off to the back.

As you take a seat, you hear her work in the back. You can hear lots of noises as she moves around, clearly struggling to find the right ingredients as you see flashes of her running back and forth in the back through the doorway. You smile slightly as you wait for her, feeling oddly flustered knowing that she was going through all this trouble just to make you something. You sigh and shake your head, trying to calm down the butterflies in your stomach that suddenly appeared as soon as you looked at the pretty barista. It wasn't like you to swoon over a person just because they're attractive, but as you see her eyebrows furrowing in concentration as you catch a glimpse of her searching for something, you feel your face heat up once again.

After a few moments, the girl walks back into the front of the café while holding a steaming coffee cup. “I made you some hot chocolate,” she tells you, smiling as she sets the cup down in front of you on your table.

You look at the mug in surprise, smiling at the sight of the drink she clearly worked hard to make. “You really didn’t have to,” you say shyly.

“I wanted to. It’s on the house,” she reassures you, smiling as she casually sits down across the table from you. “I hope you don’t mind if I take a seat. Considering the weather, I don’t think any more customers are gonna be arriving soon,” she says, glancing at the window where she could see the snowstorm only getting worse.

“I don’t mind at all,” you tell her a little too quickly, looking down at the coffee cup. “But what’s this?” you ask her, pointing to something on the cup.

“That? It’s a sun, of course,” she tells you, looking at the little sun outlined in sharpie on your cup. The sun is a sharp contrast to the otherwise modern and sleek design of the cup and logo of the café.

“Do you draw suns on most of your coffee cups?” you ask her curiously, taking a sip of the hot chocolate that warms your insides. The sweet taste coats your tongue as you swallow the drink, the soft marshmallow melting on your tongue.

“Nope,” she tells you, shaking her head. “I just thought it suited you, sunshine,” she says casually, smiling at the sight of you enjoying the drink she’s made for you.

You freeze at the sound of the nickname rolling off her tongue, hoping your face isn’t as red as it seemed. “‘Sunshine?’” you question quietly, glancing up at her from your drink.

“Well, I don’t know your name, and ‘sunshine’ seems to suit you,” she shrugs, smiling as she confidently meets your eyes. “You’re a warming presence, especially considering the state we’re in right now,” she hums, motioning toward the outside weather. “But if you don’t mind me asking, what is your name?” she asks you.

“My name’s Y/n,” you tell her shyly, your mind still reeling from her words. “What’s yours?”

“My name is Sohyun.”

“Yeah well, I wouldn’t wanna give my favorite customer a bad drink,” Sohyun says, smiling fondly at the memory of seeing you for the first time. Ever since then, you’ve been coming to her café multiple days throughout the week.

“So I’m your favorite?” you ask, teasing her as you lean over the counter to watch her make the drink.

“Isn’t it obvious?” she retorts back, turning her head to smile at you before continuing to make your drink. You two had gotten quite close in the past few months of seeing each other, making you comfortable enough around her to joke around and tease her, but you still couldn’t help the way you nearly folded just from seeing her throw you a smile.

“Well if it helps, you’re my favorite barista,” you tell her, trying to maintain a cool demeanor.

“I’d hope so,” Sohyun tells you, her voice low and calming as she mixes your drink for you. “I’d get a little jealous if I found out otherwise,” she mumbles out, causing your knees to buckle and your cheeks to flush yet again in her presence.

It’s words like these that affect you. From the way she calmly addresses you like you could be her lover to the way she smiles with her pretty lips, you can feel your crush on her growing worse and your heart growing heavier in your chest. In moments like this, it seemed like you hadn't changed at all from the first meeting where you had met Sohyun. However, no matter how wonderful she might make you feel, figuring out what she might really mean always drove you insane.

“I don’t even know if she likes girls!” you cry out for the millionth time, flopping onto your best friend’s bed.

“And for the last time, just ask her!” Xinyu groans, throwing a pillow at you.

You groan as you easily catch the pillow, staring up at her ceiling. “It’s not that simple,” you sigh, already blushing as you picture Sohyun’s face on the clear canvas of Xinyu’s ceiling.

Xinyu sighs, helping you sit up as she takes a seat next to you on her bed. “Okay, picture this,” she says, grabbing onto your shoulders for dramatic effect. “Imagine you’re walking into that café,” she says, painting a vision for you. “You’re wearing something pretty and you look smoking hot, and everybody is looking at you,” she says dramatically while ignoring the disgusted look you give her. “You stroll in and say to the cute barista girl ‘Are you gay? If you aren’t sure, wanna come over to my place and find out?’” she suggests, winking at you.

Xinyu groans as she gets pushed away, frowning at your disapproving look. She huffs as she straightens up, holding her hands up to show she’s just joking. “Okay, okay,” she sighs. “But honestly, it sounds like she does like you. I mean, what straight girl looks you dead in the eyes and refers to you as her ‘sunshine?’” she deadpans.

“I don’t know,” you sigh. “But as much as it may seem like she’s flirting, how do I know she’s being serious? She may call me sweet things and tell me I’m pretty, but she’s never asked for my number or anything like that,” you tell her.

“Maybe she’s waiting for you to make the first move,” Xinyu tells you, shrugging casually. “It sounds like she’s consistently doing things for you ever since the two of you first met. Maybe she’s just waiting for you to initiate something for once,” she suggests, her eyebrows furrowed in thought.

“Why can’t she just do it?” you whine, placing your head in your hands.

Xinyu snorts at your words, smiling at your hunched-over figure. “No offense girl, but you’re not exactly a walking pride flag,” she sighs, patting your back to comfort you. “She probably has no idea if you’re gay or not. You just gotta ask her to find out.”

“What if she punches me in the face and tells me to kill myself,” you mumble out, visibly distressed.

Xinyu rolls her eyes, groaning loudly. “I can’t wait to see the look on your face when you two get married and I include this in my maid of honor speech,” she chuckles out, sighing as she looks around her room aimlessly.

She raises an eyebrow when she sees the now empty coffee cup you had just gotten from visiting Sohyun at her café. She picks up the cup, looking at the scribbled writing on the side before she throws it down and turns to you dramatically. “I swear to god if you don’t just ask for her number already,” she groans as she throws another pillow at you, the cup rolling around on the ground with the words ‘for the prettiest girl i know’ written on its side.

Sohyun turns back around as she finishes making your drink, smiling at you once again. “Here, try it,” she tells you, handing you your blue lemonade. You swear you feel the electricity flowing between you two as her fingers brush against yours.

As you put your lips on the edge of the cup, her eyes flicker between you and your lips as she watches you swallow the smooth drink. “Is it good?” she asks you curiously.

“Yeah, it’s really good,” you tell her happily, the smooth liquid running down your throat. The blue lemonade is refreshing and light for your taste buds, offering you a cool refreshment fitting for the hot weather.

Sohyun smiles brightly at your words, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. Her cheekbones become more visible as her lips curl up, a soft blush painting her face at your compliment. “I’m glad,” she mumbles shyly, clearing her throat as she glances between you and the drink in your hand.

Her eyes flicker as she stares at the cup, suddenly realizing something as she hastily grabs the sharpie nearby. “Wait, let me see that,” she says, reaching for the cup that you willingly hand to her.

“What is it?” you ask curiously, staring at her as she sets the cup down on the counter and leans down again.

“I forgot your sun,” she mumbles out, focusing on the cup as she draws on it. Her fingers move carefully, taking longer than normal as the black ink stains the side of your cup. She turns it back to you after she’s done, standing back up as she hands you your drink back with a satisfied smile.

You smile at the signature sun gracing the side of your drink, turning the drink when you notice another drawing on the other side. “What’s this?” you ask curiously as you point to the new, small drawing of a heart. “You don’t normally do this,” you mumble out, gently touching the little detail.

“It’s my heart,” Sohyun says quietly, smiling shyly as she glances at the drawing before looking at you. “I guess you could say I’m giving my heart to you,” she chuckles out, trying to hide her blush under her joking tone. Normally, you'd laugh it off with her or try and hope your heart wasn't beating loud enough for her to hear, but as you notice her expectant gaze, you feel your heart racing in a way it hasn't ever done before.

You stare down at the little heart carefully drawn onto your drink, thinking about everything Sohyun has done for you in the past. From the times she’s given you free drinks and desserts to the little discreet touches of her hands against yours, you feel your cheeks heat up at the memories. You could practically hear Xinyu screaming at you to get it together and say some cheesy pickup line to the girl standing in front of you.

“Do you really think I’m the prettiest girl you know?” you ask her quietly, looking up from the cup to look into her eyes.

Sohyun’s eyes widen at your words, her breath hitching as she recalls the note she once wrote for you. Her eyes stare into yours, the blush on her cheeks matching yours as she fumbles with the sharpie still in her hand. She stares at you intensely, her glimmering eyes darting from your eyes and your expectant gaze to your parted lips coated with a pretty gloss. She stares at the drink in your hand that she had spent days working on to make sure it would match your taste and include only high-quality ingredients.

Slowly, she nods her head. “The prettiest in the world, actually,” she mumbles out.

Your cheeks heat up at her words, fumbling with the drink as you quickly set it down on the counter to avoid spilling it. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, your mind going blank as you think of what to say.

“Are you gay?” you blurt out, staring at her as you feel your cheeks flush in embarrassment. “If you aren’t sure, wanna come over to my place and find out?” you stammer out before you can stop yourself.

You feel your face burn hot and your hands tremble as you stare at her, suddenly feeling like you shouldn’t come back to this café ever again. You try to think of an excuse, anything to get you out of this situation. However, you suddenly hear Sohyun burst into laughter.

Sohyun throws her head back, laughing loudly as her eyes turn into crescents and her cheeks puff out from how hard she’s smiling. Her lips part as she laughs, struggling to contain her fits of laughter as she smiles brightly at you. “Shouldn’t you be inviting me out to dinner first?” she asks between the angelic sounds of her laughter.

You nod quickly, trying to save face as you play with the pendant on the necklace around your neck. “That would probably be better,” you mumble out, shyly glancing at her smiling face.

Sohyun smiles fondly at your obvious embarrassment, grabbing your drink as she writes her number on it. She hands your drink back to you after doing so, writing it boldly so that you can’t miss it. Her fingers touch yours firmly this time, lingering for a moment before pulling away. “But maybe I’ll take you up on that offer after a few dates?” she suggests, grinning when she sees your face heat up more at her simple words.

As you hold onto the drink tightly, you glance at her number before looking back up at her. “Maybe,” you mumble out sheepishly, struggling to think properly. “I’ll text you,” you tell her, dying to get out of here before you can embarrass yourself anymore.

Sohyun watches as you walk away from her, glancing at your ears that are bright red from the lingering embarrassment. She smiles as she admires you, calling out to you before you go. “Be careful with my heart,” she calls out as you leave, her gaze never leaving your back as you hurry out of the café.

You stare down at the cup as you walk out of the café, your thumb gently caressing the heart Sohyun drew on the coffee cup as you go about your day with a smile on your face.

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She Shouldn't Be Your Type - LN4

Lando Norris x Plus size Model!Fem reader - SMAU

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All pictures have been pulled from Pinterest and Instagram I do not own any of them!

A/N - I've decided I will start writing SMAUs on my page of plus size women and POC as I have noticed there is a lack in the community. If you like my style I would love for you to send in requests and if you don't that is okay too! I will still be writing one shots when an idea comes to me.

Warnings - Some fatphobia, fluff, soft launch into hard launch... This is also very cringy but it's my first SMAU and it will get better over

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User1 What do you know bf/n

YourUserName I'll always love you the most

User2 Who is she trying to soft launch?!

User3 Maybe Lando? He's in the likes

User4 LMAO you're funny! He'd never go for a fatty like Y/N

User4 How did this cow of a woman pull a man before me?

User5 So you're jealous...

User5 I really think she's dating an F1 driver! There's a few of them in her likes all of the sudden.

User6 Gorgeous girl

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YourUserName Never! He's just an addition

Sabrinacarpenter More like a woman snatcher

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Landonorris I have the prettiest girl who takes the best pictures

User1 Lando soft launching around the same time as Y/N cannot be a coincidence!

User2 I agree! I can honestly see them working so well together

User4 The fatty is gonna squish the man to death!

Oscarpiastri I'm tired of the noises coming from your driver's room

User5 LMAO, not Oscar calling Lando and his mystery girl out

User6 It's no mystery! It's got to be @/yourusername

Mclaren You can keep her around forever! Literally the sweetest

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User6 The last pic!!!! @/yourusername knows what she is doing!!

User8 Nothing has been confirmed...

User8 I take back what I said

User4 It better not be that fat girl! She doesn't deserve you

Landonorris You don't know who I deserve! I don't deserve her

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YourUserName I guess I'll hard launch for the race winner! I love you to the moon and back. And yes that was the look on my face when I realized he was gonna win! Surprised the tears didn't come, but I couldn't be more proud... And on our one year?!

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[chiiyuuvv]

jo's diary ★

classmate!jo 1.2k words

notes! inspired from "when &t likes you" brief of harua, taki, maki, and being drunk

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august 2th, friday, 11:20 am

dear diary.. never thought i’d be writing in my journal during school hours, i must have accidentally slipped it in my bag when i was studying with maki last night. i know i should be paying attention to my lecture, but i can’t focus when she’s around. i have no clue what her name is, but i know she’s the prettiest girl i’ve laid my eyes on. apparently her class dispersed, or did she need to have a word with my teacher? i can’t remember, my mind went blank when she stepped in the room. anyways, there’s a test coming up and i really need to focus, no matter how difficult it is. cya :) 

6th, tuesday, 9:39 pm

i saw her again, the pretty girl. i bumped into her in the hallway.. literally. she was carrying some books and couldn’t see what was in front of her while i was zoned out on my music. her books fell when we collided, and i quickly rushed to help clean up the mess. i didn’t even realize it was her until we made eye contact. truthly, i had forgotten all about her after she entered my class, so imagine how shocked i was when i saw her again. she looked.. so precious up front, i completely froze when our eyes locked. there’s so many things i wanted to say, so much i wanted to do, but our time was cut short when the ball rang. she mustered a small, very cute “sorry,” took her books out of my hands, and ran to class. i was still frozen solid. i even got a tardy for being late. i’m such a loser.

8th, thursday, 7:56 pm

i don’t know what came over me, but i asked for the pretty girl’s name today. it’s y/n.. it suits her well. i learnt she has a tendency to carry large books half her size everywhere, so i offered to take them off her hands. at the time, it felt natural to want to help her but to think about it, that was so weird. everyone knows me as the quiet guy, i don’t know when the random surge of confidence blossomed. i’m sure my friends are probably cheering me on, that is.. if i told them about y/n. i’m keeping her as a secret as of now, i don’t want someone like taki scaring her off. that is, if she even likes me. i doubt it, she’s so out of my league. 

10th, saturday, 3:21 am

she has the cutest giggle, it keeps ringing in my head. i can’t get her out of my mind.

12th, monday, 7:39 pm

i didn’t know y/n had the same bus route as me. as soon as i got onto the vehicle, she immediately waved me over so we could sit together. it warms my heart that she got excited to see me all because i helped carry her books. she’s so funny, my face hurts from smiling so much. and she’s also so sweet! she gave me snacks during the bus ride. i think i’m falling for her.

21th, wednesday, 6:28 am

i have a habit of carrying her books, therefore walking her to class. she’s says i’m so cute for helping her everyday, and i told her she’s even cuter. i don’t know what type of demon possessed me to say that, it just flew out my mouth. i thought she would get so uncomfortable from my remark, heck, even hate me, but she only laughed. the cutest laugh, i should say. i watched her cheeks pinken, and she had this little smile tugging at her lips whenever she looked at me. she’s so adorable, i can’t wait to see her today.

22th, thursday, 9:38 pm

i’m going to kill maki, WHY would he shout “jo’s got rizz!!” when i’m talking to the love of my life? i meant y/n. what does rizz even mean??? i definitely need to study english more.

23th, friday, 10:47 pm

the confident surge came back. this time it was even worse. i asked her out to lunch, and then her number. i guess that’s pretty tame for others, but i’m scared of making the first move. it makes me feel vulnerable. y/n was pretty chill about it, so it made me feel better about my actions. she’s so good at assuring me with things. the boys said i had hearts in my eyes while i was eating lunch with her. it probably was true considering butterflies kept roaming in my stomach from talking to her. anyways, should i put one heart beside her contact name, or two?

27th, tuesday, 8:29 pm

i’m still shaking from what happened a few hours ago. y/n invited me for ice cream after school and of course i said yes. i could never say no to that ball of sunshine. i offered to walk her home after. i was talking about something stupid when she suddenly walked super close next to me, the back of her hand brushing against mine. my heart jumped at the contact. i noticed her getting quieter as we talked, and i kept seeing her steal glances at me out of the corner of my eye. help, i got so nervous, i kept stuttering T_T and when i was about to drop her off at her house, she grabbed my face and kissed my cheek. i’m so.. i.. she ksiised mj ceek seh kassid..

28th, wednesday, 11:38 am

i bought her flowers. i bought her flowers. i bought her flowers. and then i gave them to her in front of her friends. speaking of her friends, they’ve been smirking and nudging y/n whenever i’m near. harua was with me when it happened, and he says y/n likes me. does she? there’s no way.

september 7th, saturday, 2:39 am

there was a party a few hours ago, and now y/n is asleep in my bed. i’m on the couch right now. i’m not even sure what happened, i’m still a little buzzed from the drinks. all i know is we were partying, and then i took her to my place with our hands intertwined. did i kiss her? i can’t remember anything.

7th, saturday, 8:00 am

i woke up just now feeling something heavy in my arms. turns out it’s y/n. she must have sleep walked out of my bed and to the couch, and now her face is nuzzled in my neck. i never thought this would feel so comfortable. 

21th, saturday, 12:00 am

dear diary.. after a few weeks of stressing out, i finally asked y/n out on a date. i’m so thankful for the boys and her friends for help because i was such a nervous train wreck. she looked so cute, all dressed up with a necklace i bought her a few days prior. we laughed so much, our time together was very memorable. i kissed her goodnight as well. her lips tasted like sweet strawberries. my heart is still swooning right now, and i doubt i’d be able to get a lick of sleep tonight. still, goodnight diary, and goodnight y/n, my pretty girl ♥︎

︴bonus! think i got a little carried away.. heh. anyways its midnight and i should be sleeping rn but wtv wtv wtv. ALSO it's "bandtober" meaning my updates will be slower than usual. see you in november!

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[kingkatsuki]

JO let bakugo voiceover a video of yourself doing makeup 👀!!

It would be less about the makeup and more about how good he thinks you look.

“There she is putting that shit on her face that always transfers when I kiss her—”

“Foundation, baby.”

“Yeah, that shit. She doesn’t need it at all, but I guess it completes the look right?”

“Oh fuck, baby that colour looks so good on you c’mere—” He’s making grabby hands at you once you’ve applied lipstick, eyes focused on the way you pout your lips to transfer the product evenly, “Come on, just a peck— I won’t fuck it up. Oi, you can fix it right after.”

“Look at her she’s so fuckin’ pretty ain’t she?” He’s pointing his phone towards you now, panning up and down because you really do look gorgeous.

“Shes the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” He’s talking to the camera now, chin buried in his hoodie as he holds the phone on his lap.

And you’re just sat there trying not to laugh because it’ll make your hand shake and it’ll fuck up your progress, but ignoring him only makes him even more persistent.

“Work it, baby—” He mockingly imitates your voice, winking at you in the mirror as you add more highlighter, “Damn, you look hot.”

“That’s my girl,” And he’s already leaning down to ruin the perfect face you literally just painted, following your face when you try to move back, “Oi, gimme a kiss.”

[mytheoristavenue]

CSM Makima x Reader 🍋 - Total Control

Kinktober 2024 - XI

Petplay + Brainwashing

Summary: After taking you into public saftey as one of her 'dogs', Makima explains to you how things work in her shelter.

Warnings: Brainwashing, spoilers, fiend!reader, fem!reader, degredation, praise, pet play, hands free orgasm, short

You fidgetted in your chair, waiting for your new boss to joing you in her office. You'd recently been picked up after having your body possessed by a devil, and you were given the choice to work in the intrest of keeping the public safe, or to be exicuted. Obviously, you chose the latter. Though, something about the woman who'd found you put you off.

The way she spoke made your skn crawl and you could simply tell something about her was unnatural and wrong. And it felt like she knew that you knew that- like she could taste your discomfort. It must have tasted very sweet, because she seemed to go out of her way to make it worse. Speaking of which-

"Good morning, puppy, how are you doing today?" A cheery voice called from behind you, startling you to bits. "My, my, you're jumpy! Is somehting the matter?" She cooed, leaning over the back of your chair, lips hovering close to your ear.

"I-I'm fine, ma'am." You sputtered, trying to lean away from her, but her hands travelled down your arms from your shoulders.

"You aren't afraid of me now, are you?" She asked and you could hear the amusement in her voice.

"N-No ma'am." You insisted, steeling yourself in her touch. "Y-You... wanted to see me?"

"Yes," She smiled, stepping out from behind you to stand in front of you, commanding all your attention. "I wanted to take some time to explain to you how things work around here." You nodded, prompting her to continue as she leaned against the desk. "Consider this place an animal shelter." She smiled, making your skin crawl. "I take in stray dogs, teach them to behave, and then..."

"You sell them?" You ask nervously.

"Not if I can help it. I tend to grow attached to my pets." She sighed, holding her cheek. "But sometimes, yes, my higherups do have me let them go."

"And... me?" You swallowed dryly, nipping your lip apprihensively.

"You're my latest little pup, I have great asperations for you." She confrimed in a sickly sweet tone.

"A-And... if I disappoint you?"

"You won't." She chirped cryptically. "Now then, have you ever had a pet before?" You shake your head no, uncertain of what her angle is. "Well, I only keep good dogs. I don't have any patience for disobedience." Despite being unnerved by her constantly, you'd never been more so than this moment. You could understand what she was insinuating, but the way she smiled down at youso lovingly made your head spin. "You can be a good dog, can't you?"

"Y-Yes, ma'am." The quiver in your voice and the way you always told her what she wanted to hear thrilled her and she pushed off the desk with a peaceful smile.

"That's a relief, I was a bit worried I'd have to put you down." Her words made your blood run cold and you froze as she leaned closer to you, placing a hand on the back of your chair, caging you against it. "It'd hate to have to euthanize such a pretty bitch."

"P-Pretty...?" You repeated, her hypnotic eyes boring into you, making you forget your common sense.

"Oh, of course," She cooed, using her free hand to tilt your chin upwards. "I think you're the prettiest pup I've adopted yet." You could feel your guard lowering, intoxicated by her attention and sweet smelling perfume. "And uyou look even prettier like this, all shy and submissive. Are you gonna be my obedient girl?"

"Y-Yes, ma'am." You sighed, a lovesick grin plastered on your face.

"Never tell me no?" She asked, thumb brushing over your lips.

"Y-Yes, Miss Makia..." You echoed, muscles relaxing at her touch.

"Bark for me, pretty girl." She ordered sweetly, cupping your face with both hands, confident she didn't need to restrain you anymore. "Show me how good you can be."

Unabashedly, you gave your best attempt at a bark, something you could have never done if in the right state of mind. She seemed seemed increadibly pleased, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Good puppy, so obedient for me..." She cooed, staring into your eyes a bit longer before giving another order.

"Cum for me, please."

"W-Wha..?" You stammered, a bit dazed. "B-But I-"

"You're only answers to me should be 'yes' or 'woof'." She reminded you, hardening a bit before asking again. "Now, will you cum for me, please?"

"Y-Yes, ma'am..." The smile returned to her face at your submission, which relieved you greatly. Slowly, gazing into her eyes began to make your stomach churn and a dull throb in your core. Chasing the feeling, your hips jerked forward a bit and she giggled, intensifying the feeling. "I-It feels... good..." You murmured, unsure why you were suddenly feeling stimulated without a single touch.

"That's perfect, puppy, just let yourself feel it." Makima cooed, staring at you more intently when your eyes began to flutter shut. "Don't look away. You peel your eyes open, meeting her gaze again and the feeling doubles, so much so that you can't keep your hips still, squirming and humming the air, eyes glazed over. "That's it, you're so close, aren't you, pretty girl?"

"Y-Yes- hahh..." You rasped, eyelid twitching with the ache to shut. "Y-Yes, Miss Makima!" Your knuckles began to turn white with your grip on the arms of the chair as the knot in your stomach tightened, finally as taut as it could get.

"Cum, now." She ordered sternly, her serene smile fading. Without hesitation, you let go, releasing the tension in your core, ignoring the discomfort your soaked panties provided. You couldn't hold back the sweet whines that poured out of your mouth, drool dripping down your chin. Finally, she smiled again, pressing a tender kiss to your spit-coted lips. "You did so well, puppy. I'm very happy with you."

"T-Thank you, Miss Makima..." You huffed, limp in your chair as she pulled away slightly, confident she'd quelled your unease about her.

"Tell me, what do you think of me?" She asked with a knowing smile, tilting your chin upwards again, thumb brushing over your lip.

"Y-You're the best, I love you so much..." You gushed, utterly lovesick. "Your so lovely and kind..."

Makima smirked, satisfied with your answer as she gave a little giggle. "Perfect."

[siempre-bucky]

meadow

Robert 'BOB' Floyd x Reader

Summary: A little domestic bliss of spending springtime together on Bob's parent's ranch.

wc: 767

a/n: a lil dad!bob blurb for the springtime :')

The sun had just peeked through puffy white clouds, the shade no longer doing its job. Bob gently took off his glasses, hanging them on the gently frayed neck of his t-shirt; finally closing his eyes, the cool spring air caressing his bare face, the sun creating a pretty shine on his gel-free hair. He let out a small hum of satisfaction and wiggled slightly to create the perfect groove in the blue picnic blanket. There was something special about having leave during the springtime. 

“You moved,” you told him in a hushed voice, not wanting to alert the two Floyd girls across the meadow. The girls were in a world all their own, carrying little woven baskets as they plucked vibrantly colored flowers from the ground and showed each other the prettiest of them. A smile was brought to your face as Josephine let out a loud joyous giggle, a butterfly gracefully flying around her. 

“Shit,” he muttered, suppressing a chuckle. He could feel daisies in his hair starting to slide from his movement. “Does it still look ok?” he asked, opening one eye to peer up at you from beside him. 

You looked away from your book and smiled lovingly at your husband, fingers delicately pushing the tiny white flowers back into place. “There,” you giggled, “Amy won’t scold you now.” Bob carefully moved one of his arms from underneath his head and captured your hand, bringing it close to kiss the center of your palm. 

“Jo made you a crown,” he observed, opening the other eye. 

Letting out another giggle, you peered out at the young girls in their pastel-colored dresses chasing a butterfly. The crown on your head was carefully curated with soft purples and pinks, little white flowers sticking out and dancing with the breeze. 

The girls loved this time of year at their grandparent's ranch, spending most of their time in a lush green meadow tucked in the back of the property with colorful blooms that enchanted their little hearts. Bob knew it was special the first time he brought his eldest as a baby. Amy’s eyes looked at the flowers in wonder, her tiny hand preaching for the flowers that grew along the roof of the little gazebo. It became a play area with Josephine, losing her more than once in the tall flowers; it was a game to her, seeing how long it took him to find her amongst the grass and wildflowers. It was never long, her giggles and excitable wiggles always gave her hiding spot away. 

Bob pressed your hand to his chest, his fingers tracing the skin of your knuckles. “Daddy,” Amy huffed dramatically, plopping down behind his head and laying her freshly picked flowers beside him. The strong smell of grass instantly hit his nose. “You moved.” 

“Told you,” you teased. 

Bob tilted his head backward to look at his daughter's unamused face that was thankfully blocking the sun, “Are all my girls against me?” Bob joked, cracking a bright smile. 

“Not me,” Jo said proudly, swatting Amy’s hands away from Bob’s head. “Daddy has to have purple flowers in his crown so he can match mommy.” Jo took a few of the small purple flowers and slid the stems into his soft hair, her tongue poking out in concentration. 

Amy rolled her eyes and stood up, making her way to you. You reached out your free hand and pushed her glasses higher on the bridge of her nose, “Do you like your crown, mom?” she asked as she sat in your lap and let you adjust the flowers in her braids. 

“It’s the prettiest crown I’ve ever worn, baby bob.” 

Bob tightened his grip on your hand, “You’ve never looked better, darlin’.” 

A warmth spread across your face as a response to the beautiful man beside you. “You should replace your pilot helmet’s with our crowns!” Jo gasped, her hands flying up into the air in excitement. 

You and Bob laughed and he wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her into his chest. Jo cackled and rolled over slotting herself in between the two of you, her smile so wide you could see the gap her recently loose tooth left behind. The WSO rotated to face his family, propping himself up on his elbow. You clutched onto Amy a little tighter while she fiddled with flower petals and watched Bob take one of the daisies and place it over Jo’s nose to make her laugh again. You smiled fondly at your little family, pressing your cheek to the crown of Amy’s head.

[feyofmay]

The Righthand Man

Laurie x March!Reader Summary: Assisting in making the costumes for Jo's upcoming show, Y/N, who is love with Laurie, is forced to spend time with Laurie, who is in love with Jo. Angst ensues. word count: 2.8k Warnings: Fluffffffffff, all platonic, angst, reader gets called "Ducky"

This story is a snippet from my longer Laurie x reader story, Foolish, Honest Love on ao3.

Also, I am taking requests for Laurie x reader drabbles/minifics in my asks!!! :)

STORY STARTS UNDER THE PAGE BREAK

A trickle of syrupy scarlet begins to pool and form a bubble on the tip of the young girl’s finger. However, the sight of blood does not squeeze even a squeal out of her. Rather, all she does is sigh and place the finger between her lips. Between her lips, a row of pins rest beside her finger like a line of spiked fences, a warning to wandering souls. With her free hand, she guides the loose fabric to curl around her waist. 

“I must be the prettiest. I am the princess,” her younger sister declares like true royalty as she remains still under the middle March’s touch. Humming in agreement, she pulls her finger from her lips and leads the needle down a familiar trail. Although the house is always a little bit of a mess, in the most recent days it has grown into a beast of its own. Pieces of fabric are strung about everywhere, and loose pages of noted and edited scripts cover the floor as a gray and white layer of snow in autumn. A sheen of dust and the stink of old paper and musty fabric smothers in the autumn air. Without a knock, a boy enters, carrying the autumn breeze on the edges of his footsteps. Lost in her work, the middle March doesn’t pay any mind to anything outside of the glimmer of her needle as she works to avoid the wrath of her younger sister. If the needle is to even brush against her skin, the younger March will inform the whole neighborhood of the atrocity her sister has committed. Adorning a heather gray wool skirt, of which some other sisters have surely worn in seasons past, her heather purple bolero pinches around her collar and floats over her white collar shirt and black bodice. 

“I’m sure you will-” She begins, speaking around the pins in her mouth.

“Ducky, how’s the costume coming along?”

“- be. Just don’t paint the fabric without asking me first again,” Ducky continues while their older sister speaks around her. Like a knight in battle, the eldest of the three forces through the chaos of their home.

“Jo, you better have removed the part where I have to kiss a toad!” the youngest of the present sisters yells out to Jo. Ducky places her palm against the youngest’s stomach as a way to calm her and tell her to refrain from moving.

“Amy, you have to stay still, or I’ll poke you,” Ducky reminds her before returning to sewing the draping robin blue fabric. All of their conversation overlaps and forms a symphony of dissonant harmonies.

“I’m nearly finished with Amy’s, and all I have of Meg’s is final fittings, she’s putting hers on right now -” Ducky begins as she begins looping the thread into itself, forming a knot. 

“Perfect, we’re just behind schedule!” Jo continues her own tangent while she stations herself besides Ducky and begins to digest Amy's appearance.

“- and then all I have left is to make your jacket, and figure out Laurie’s ensemble, and I’m unsure what you want for me, regarding ‘my part’ in the show, itself,” Ducky trails off as she picks up her scissors and frees her needle from the taut thread caught in the knot of Amy’s dress. A heap of  tulle the color of a robin’s egg and a mellow baby blue silk cascade from underneath her beaded white bodice like a waterfall. Hours and hours have been spent on beading the bodice, alone, and, with sweat, time, and a minimal amount of blood, the middle March has managed to piece together the costumes for Jo’s newest and best show. 

“You’re going to be the wise old witch who lives in the forest -” Jo starts to fall into her tangent as she waves her hands. In her right hand, the newest version of her script resides.

“I’m only acting because Marmee’s done getting involved in your shows,” Ducky confirms.

“- Well, yes, but that doesn’t make your role any less important,” Jo reminds her as Ducky rises to her feet and brushes off her skirt. Blood rushes into her legs and feeling finally slips back into her feet after sitting for hours on the rickety wooden stool. As the teen boy discards his jacket, Jo is alerted of his presence and her attention shoots over to him. Rushing over to him, her arms shoot out to greet him. 

“Teddy!” Jo shouts when she’s engulfed in a hug. The two prattle on in a quick back and forth of banter and quips, and Amy waddles off to the mirror so she can properly admire herself. Leaving Ducky all by her lonesome, she sets down the pins between her lips and straightens up her makeshift sewing station. As she collects the spools of thread that had attempted to escape the nest of odd bobbins and spools of an assortment of colors of thread, she can't prevent her eyes from glancing over at the teen boy who’s attempting to swallow Jo in a hug. While she’s too young to wade deeper into her own emotions, she’s perturbed by the small pest named Envy that nips at the walls of heart. She’s not mad, not angry at either her sister or the boy, but she wants to be hugged like that. She wants to be seen & touched with the same feeling of “I feel you, and, therefore, I know you”. For a brief moment, the stories of far fetched courtship and romance are a faint taste on the tip of her tongue, real and tangy. Seeing her younger sister and being old enough to swim in the depths of her own feelings, the eldest March strolls over as a wreath of wisdom hangs around her head. With a knowing gaze and sturdy smile, she bends down so her lips are the same height as Ducky’s ear.

“Do you think he’s handsome?” she whispers to her younger sister as her words bubble up into a giggle. Ducky’s head shoots around to look at her older sister. A similar shade of red to the wound on her finger soaks into her entire face. Her nails dig into her palms, and her chest shutters from the pounding of her heart.

“Shut it, Meg!” she mutters out while gathering the last bobbins and placing them back into the small heap of thread. Laughing over the embarrassment of a young lover, Meg presses a hand against Ducky’s shoulder before gliding over to assist in admiring Amy’s dress by the mirror.

“Ducky, what have you planned for the right hand man to the hero, the protagonist, of my tale?” Jo enthuses as she rushes over to the younger sister’s station. Scooping up a pile of concepts and measurements all messily scrawled across different sheets of paper in looping, unfocused handwriting, the middle March digs through the loose scraps of paper until pulling out several ideas all scribbled on with a stick of graphite and colored pencils. Jo leans over to peer at the drawn figures, and the teen boy mirrors her movements. Sketched onto the paper in coagulating shapes, a drawing of a man clad in a puffy nectarine orange jacket in gold trim and forest green waistcoat dawns the garments over a pair of orange slacks in a matching shade and white high collar shirt with a forest green and orange striped cravat. 

“Perhaps the costume will make up for the fact that you can’t act,” Jo quips out as the two gaze at the young girl’s sketches. Teddy whips his head around to glare at the elder sister as she begins to leap away. Never does Jo simply “walk”, rather, her spirits carry the heels of her weathered leather boots just an inch above the physical Earth. To Ducky, Jo is beyond what any human can promise to be. After all, no mere human of flesh and blood could survive carrying the weight of tenacity and creativity like her sister does. Jo flings her body around and contorts it like a hanging rag left to dry in the wind, and the taupe skirt of her dress wrings her as she flips around to face Teddy.

“You wound me so,” he replies with a filling smile. Jo’s hand flies up to smack Teddy’s forearm. 

“Good, make use of that anguish in scene fourteen,” Jo quickly snips back as she starts to float away with the spirit of genius, her true paramore, “Now, stand here and do whatever Ducky tells you to do without any complaint.”

“What if she stabs me?” Laurie whines while he finds his place where Amy had recently stood before him. 

“I don’t want to hear any of it! You most likely deserve it, anyways,” Jo declares before rushing away to join her two other sisters by the mirror. A squeal of delight leaves Amy’s lips as she scampers away, chasing a distant thought that rattles around in her head.

“I’ll paint my shoes to match!” Amy giggles as she rushes off, leaving the two other sisters to follow her in quick pursuit. With a small smile, Ducky attempts to silently apologize for her sisters’ behaviors.

“Never a dull moment, eh?” Teddy eases her with a knowing glance, and she shares the look while flipping to a blank page in her notepad. Grabbing her measuring tape from around her neck, the middle March brushes back a few strands of hair that had escaped from her makeshift updo, kept together only by a single piece of loose, pale pink ribbon. Lightly gripping his forearms, her fingers sink into the billowing fabric of his watery gray shirt. 

“I’ll need to take your measurements. If I touch you in any way that’s discomforting, let me know,” she explains to him as she guides his arms up to extend out like a child’s when they’re pretending to be an airplane. The tips of his fingers brush against the fading cream and pink flowers that orner the sage green background of the wallpaper that, over the past years, has been dented and scraped from calloused yet tender fingers of youth. Nodding in reply, he stands stalk still as she wraps the measuring tape around his arm before jotting down the measurements in her small notebook. 

“Jo told me that you're some sort of expert seamstress,” Laurie informs her, speaking to try and swallow the silence that the two of them are sinking in. As the tips of her fingers brush against his, a pursed smile tucks itself into her lips. 

“I’m nothing close to that, but I do sew,” Ducky corrects him while she slips the tape around his neck, continuing her work. 

“Is that your big dream? Jo will be a writer, Meg will act, Amy will paint and Beth plays, and you’ll sew?” he asks with a sense of genuine inquisitiveness, tilting his head back as she leans in to better see the faded numbers, leaving about a hand’s width of space between his face and hers. However, as she’s consumed by her work, she isn’t sent awry by the lack of distance between the two. Whispering the measurement to herself, she ushers back to her notepad and copies down the digits, pausing from the conversation to focus on her craft. 

“No, no, that’s Jo’s dream for me,” she admits while shuffling to loop the tape around his bust. 

“Well then, what will you be?” Laurie continues as he raises his hands above his head to allow Ducky to reach around him comfortably. She pauses for a moment, both engulfed in her work and unsure how to answer his question. Tendrils of sunlight begin poking through the window as the sky starts to fade to a rusty hue. 

“I’m not quite sure,” she begins as she turns to copy more digits before adjusting the tape to next measure his hips, “Far. Free, not depending on any man to live how I want to.” Listing off her floating aspirations, Teddy gazes down and watches her precise fingers whisper a secret against the rippling powder blue, silk fabric of his waistcoat.

“What about you? What’s your dream?” she swings the question back to him, and he’s slightly taken aback by her forwardness. Often entranced by Jo and her wild acclaims of the future, he’s yet to think about what it is that he wants. Pursing his lips, the boy considers several archived visions of an ideal future that he’s contemplated in the past. 

“Well, I want to marry a woman. I want to spend my days free from tutoring, content to do whatever I please whenever I’d please. Maybe I’d settle down and put my musical talents to some use, as they’re the only talents my grandfather thinks has worth,” Teddy admits, and, as he discusses his aspirations for his future, a dull ache washes over Ducky, and she’s faced with an answer that’s unfamiliar to her. When her sisters are faced with the question “what do you dream?” every single one of them has a secret truth that is inlaid in the very foundation of their mind. They dream of safety. Of a home that is good enough, and a husband that is kind enough. Of a life that is fulfilling enough. They dream of the brink of enough, of simply a little more than bearable. A man can dream of happiness, but a woman only hopes for enough. Only has Jo honestly strayed from this path, as even Amy, with age, begins to share the three other March’s mindset. Jo continues to strive for greatness, and Ducky can do nothing but admire her for it.

“I sincerely pray for a safe and speedy recovery to any woman who falls for your ‘charms’,” Ducky retorts, and, for a second, her own tone reminds her greatly of Meg. The eldest sister always spoke with a sense of grace and intellect that Ducky found surreal. How could one speak like a bubbling brook flows? For a moment, as the words dribble out from her lips, Ducky is filled with the same rush of ease that she often feels when Meg is teasing Jo. As if called on by a greater divinity, just as Ducky finishes her measurements, Jo and Meg rush back over, with Meg sporting a new, oily black mustache painted onto her face. 

“Teddy, come quickly,” Jo commands to her companion, snatching his arm and dragging him along before he has time to digest her words. There’s no goodbye or reply as he follows behind Jo like a puppy on her heel. As he’s hurried away, Ducky’s eyes linger on his stumbling frame as the timid smile from her lips falls. The middle March begins to curl into herself as the eldest ushers across the dining, over to her sister. Meg rests her cheek against the side of Ducky’s head as, with her embrace, she shields Ducky from the world’s eye. 

“Ducky, tell me plainly and you mustn't lie. Do you fancy him, Teddy?” she asks her younger sister, but both of them already know the answer without speaking. Closing her notepad, Ducky doesn’t even glance up at her sister as she presses her weight into her older sister’s frame. The younger March curls up into her sister’s embrace and folds herself into the young girl that used to hide in Meg’s nightgowns as shrieking thunderstorms raged through the night.

“It doesn’t matter how I feel. He’s already in love with Jo,” she mutters into her sister’s chest as she wallows and wades in her own misery. Of course he loves Jo, who couldn’t fall in love with Jo? When she’s basking in the light of her own flowing talent and erudition, everyone falls in love with her. Jo is everything every mother never wants her daughter to be, and, in that right, she is what every mother prays her daughter becomes. She has never changed and, yet, is constantly born anew with each day. Never a lady, but yet an adult, wise yet naive to the weight of the world, everybody is in love with Jo, and this love holds no romantic intention. Rather, it is a deep well of devotion to a person that fills a lover’s stomach and renders one completely whole. To love someone entirely is to find peace within yourself and be content with one’s nature when in the presence of the one you love. So, in this manner, Ducky is entirely in love with Jo.

“It matters a great deal to me how you feel,” her older sister reminds her while strands of Ducky’s hair begin to curl around and hug Meg’s finger, “I’ll always want to hear about your feelings, no matter how large or pointless they may seem.” Silently, the two of them bask in each other’s embrace, and, without a word, Ducky knows her older sister understands her emotions inside & out. In her arms, she feels protected from everything, come snow or hail. In her arms, she is safe to be a young, scared girl.

Please comment & repost, & check out the whole fic :)). If you want me to add u to a taglist, lmk, & please send any laurie x reader drabble/fic requests my way!! I'd love to hear y'alls ideas! Have a lovely rest of your day, friends! &lt;3

[cruel-kaya]

Your pfp is 🫶🏻🫶🏻🧿🧿🌷🌷

And new theme🫂🥹🫶🏻

*faints*

Reason - got a compliment by prettiest girl 😩 , Ah my little heart couldn't take it

Aur aapki pfp me jo sundari hai hai , she got me singing ~ ye chaand sa Roshan chehra.....

[glossykris]

Hi hi :)) I wondered what Damon would look like as a magical girl with his pretty lil dress N blacked out then made this cuz he is infact the prettiest photographer of all time N I 2 want him carnally-

*🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁*

BLACK MAGICAL GIRL! DAMON BAKER MY PRETTY PRINCESS!! XDD

(He’s part of the ✨magical girl! JO polycule✨ cuz ofc he is N it seems he’s wormed his way into the boy’s hearts N the fandoms 🥰🥰)

That is all✨✨✨✨✨✨

hi hello, thank you 🖤

what a pretty little thing to discover in my inbox. i actually really love lolita style dresses (and have occassionally worn them myself)

black and sparkly is just the perfect aesthetic for damon, isn’t it? 🫶🏻

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13 Books

I was tagged by @godzilla-reads in this tag game of books and I'll try to tag some other bookish people if you want to participate as well (no pressure!).

1.) The Last Book I Read

The Burglary: The Discovery of J. Edgar Hoover's Secret FBI by Betty Medsger

2.) A Book I Recommend

The Ardent Swarm by Yamen Manai

3.) A Book That I Couldn't Put Down

The Great Hunt by Robert Jordan

4.) A Book I've Read Twice (Or More)

East of Eden by John Steinbeck

5.) A Book on my TBR

Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries by Heather Fawcett

6.) A Book I've Put Down

Dry by Neal Shusterman

7.) A Book on my Wish List

The Familiar by Leigh Bardugo

8.) A Favorite Book From Childhood

Daughter of Venice by Donna Jo Napoli

9.) A Book You Would Give to a Friend

Trail of Lightning by Rebecca Roanhorse

10.) A Book of Poetry or Lyrics You Own

Where The Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein

11.) A Nonfiction Book You Own

The Poisoner's Handbook: Murder and the Birth of Forensic Medicine in Jazz Age New York by Deborah Blum

12.) What Are You Currently Reading

The Key to Deceit by Ashley Weaver

13.) What Are You Planning on Reading Next

The French Girl by Lexie Elliott

Bonus Round Shelfie?

Featuring one of the prettiest covers I own and the Jane Austen action figure given to me by my high school AP English Lit teacher (also only a fraction of my partner’s Stephen King collection)

Tagging:

@inmyownlittleworldfullofmagic @topaz-and-turquoise @libertyreads @cobaltpanther @madeofmorethanair @shortladyleggers @signal-failure @gayiconjamesflint

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books of 2023

A Guest in the House by Emily Carroll

A Series of Unfortunate Events 5-13 by Lemony Snicket

Abbott: 1973

Alone in Space: A Collection by Tillie Walden

Aquaman: The Becoming

Aquamen (2022)

Arkham City: The Order of the World

Batgirl (2000)

Bylines In Blood

Cuckoos Three by Cassandra Jean, Mosskat

Crush & Lobo

The Daughters of Ys by M.T. Anderson, Jo Rioux

DC Pride: Tim Drake Special

Elektra (2014)

The Forest by Thomas Ott

Galaxy: The Prettiest Star by Jadzia Axelrod, Jess Taylor

Gimmick! by Youzaburou Kanari

House of Slaughter, Volumes 1-2

The Illustrator by Steven Heller, Julius Wiedemann

Island of the Blue Dolphins by Scott O'Dell

Jessica Jones (2016)

Jessica Jones: Blind Spot

Justice League: A League of One

The Liminal Zone by Junji Ito

Men I Trust by Tommi Parrish

Metro Survive by Yuki Fujisawa

Midnighter (2016)

Mister Miracle: The Great Escape by Varian Johnson, Daniel Isles

Moon Knight (2011)

More is More is More: Today's Maximalist Interiors by Carl Dellatore

Ms. Marvel (2014), Volumes 1-2

Natsume's Book of Friends, Volumes 12-28 by Yuki Midorikawa

Nimona by N.D. Stevenson

Nubia: Real One by L.L. MicKenney, Robyn Smith

Power Girl Returns

Pretty Deadly

The Prince and the Dressmaker by Jen Wang

Rogue Sun, Volume 2

Rough Terrain by Annbeth Albert

Run Away With Me, Girl by Battan

Runaways (2003-2008)

SFSX (Safe Sex)

Silver Diamond, Volumes 1-9 by Shiho Sugiura

Sins of the Black Flamingo

Soulless: The Manga by Gail Carringer

Spider-Man/Deadpool, Volumes 1-6

The Sprite and the Gardener by Rii Abrego, Joe Whitt

Still Life: Contemporary Paintings by Amber Creswell Bell

Storm (2014)

Street Unicorns: Extravagant Fashion Photography From NYC Streets and Beyond by Robbie Quinn

Ultimate Comics Spider-Man (2011)

Until I Meet My Husband by Ryounosuke Nanasaki

Wakanda

Watercolor: Paintings of Contemporary Artists

What Did You Eat Yesterday? Volume 19 by Fumi Yoshinaga

Wheels Up by Annabeth Albert

The Well by Jake Wyett, Choo

The Wendy Project by Melissa Jane Osborne, Veronica Fish

The Wild Orphan by Robert Froman

Wonder Woman: Black & Gold

X-Men (2013)

Yellowface by R.F. Kuang

You Brought Me the Ocean by Alex Sanchez, Julie Maroh

Young Avengers (2005-2012)

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basic info i'm nem, nicknames are amazing, minor, she/her, pisces, lgbtq+, infj, school nights stan, certified lonely dancer, i love my red blue gay boys, kuch kuch hota hai is The comfort movie, midwest princess, i am the girl i've always been, lives in hoodies and jeans and winter hats, fanfic author, coffee shop aus are my life, poetry lover, butterflies and polaroids, writer in the dark, indie music, she was like a shot of espresso, know it's for the better, red wine supernova, getting pissed about humidity, late nights lover, taco bell loml, demigod, speak now and reputation #1, tortured poet, winter's the best season, theatre kid in theory, proudly married to @ashippingpotato love you <3, purple's the prettiest, history and literature obsessed, currently learning calligraphy, hotline (edit) my love, kajol is literally gorgeous shut up, kajal liner is the best fight me, free palestine and the congo.

music chappell roan, clairo, olivia rodrigo, bo burnham, conan gray, phoebe bridgers, girl in red, liana flores, cults, lizzy mcalpine, boygenius, lucy dacus, julien baker, arctic monkeys, pritam, genevieve stokes, mac demarco, arijit singh, sabrina carpenter, maisie peters, taylor swift, lyn lapid, paramore, laufey, gracie abrams, renee rapp, billie eilish, xana

albums the tortured poets department, punisher, found heaven, speak now, superache, guts, reputation, kid krow, sour, melodrama, emails i can't send, AM, sunset season, pure heroine, inside, good riddance, the rise and fall of a midwest princess, tantrums, school nights, the record, fruitcake, folklore, born to die, riot!, the good witch

books wuthering heights, red white and royal blue, heartstopper, i was born for this, the hate you give, percy jackson, heroes of olympus, little women, the hunger games trilogy, solitaire, radio silence, loveless, one of us is lying, nick and charlie, all the bad apples (please please read it dear god), the fault in our stars

characters tori spring, nico di angelo, keith kogane, twilight, michael holden, peeta mellark, alex claremont-diaz, catherine linton, jo march, sylvia sherwood, georgia warr, hazel grace, damian desmond, charlie spring, percy jackson, nate macauley, bronwyn rojas, lance mcclain

fandoms (including all of the above) voltron, spy x family, dune, some star wars but not much tbh, osemanverse, she-ra and the princesses of power, kipo and the wonderbeasts, hamilton, dear evan hansen, heathers

dni fuck around and find out, you know the drill

tags #nem's rambles -> usual shitposting

#red book tag -> my pathetic pining for a certain someone irl

#nem's scribbles -> fanfic

and that's it! remember to drink water and sleep, love you <3

☆ she's kinda fucked up, but she's still in vogue ☆

[youraichuwu]

hm? you're talking about Jo? Oh, I love her.

The way she smiles at me and the way she laughs, it never fails me to make my face turn red. I'm not overreacting but I find her jokes funny and I love that about her.

She is perfect and gorgeous. I really admire the trait of hers. I considered myself lucky because out of many people, boys or girls, you chose me. Sometimes it makes me wonder how come you fell in love with me because I am not good enough for you. It feels like a dream, luckily it's not. I've cherished the memories we made together and I wished that I can make more memories with her. I've always been afraid that one day that we'd stop making memories that both of us would forever cherish. I really wish I could still spend time and enjoy my life while she stays with me. But the fact she shows so much love and affection to me and made me think to not worry about losing her. But sometimes I still worry that someday she might leave me. I know that we've spent so much love together that one day in the future we might become strangers.

She shows me the reality of the world. She is the reason why I should still live, all the problems I have are gone because of her, and all my darkness has become light because she entertains me without effort. I didn't realize that I am fully in love with her and I'm even trying to deny it but she is the only answer why I should keep up.

So many people like her, I really don't blame them but sometimes I get jealous and it's hard and embarrassing to admit it. But I remember the sweet things she says to me so before I know it, my jealousy disappears. I should actually get jealous when she flirts or talks with them. I know it's embarrassing to admit it but there's no way she would do that. So, I always try my best to handle my jealousy or "selos".

I really wanna experience romantic things with her and enjoy our teenager phase such as, eating together, photobooth date, kiss her, and there are more that I can't even express. And if we part ways, I really want her to hug me so tightly and we consider it as our last hug. I really love her so much.

She is everything to me, my soulmate, and she's the one. I love everything about her. Gosh, I wish I could hug her today so tight. I know that she also loves me because of the way she talks to me, you know she acts just like my mom and I love that. The way she gets mad and the way she gets clingy to me is like damn I'm so lucky to have you in my life. Every time you tease me, my face always turns red and my heart beats so fast like 500 times.

I don't know how many times I will tell that I love her so but she is the prettiest that I've seen in my life and she is the one who gave my life a meaning. She is the one that I can trust and she is the one that can help me when I'm at the lowest. I love her so much and I'm so selfish because I'm only hers and I will not give her to others. I love her damn it.