#like. most of the time if i want smth i can sigh and ignore the want bc ik its just gonna gather dust after a week and just. eh

[0bsc3ne]

ergh. 18 hours. probably gonna just break and do omad today. it might just be bc i've slept like shit but. yeah. i can just Tell this fast isn't gonna happen this week </3 i think i ate a little too much over the weekend and my brain's not quite ready to fast. oh well. guess my plan is omad today, tomorrow do a... exercise(?) where i let it be out of my hands whether i eat or not (stay the entire day at the art gallery before work; if they offer food, eat, if not, don't) and from there decide thursday. and then this weekend try to keep restriction up and try the fast again. got two more chances. it'll be ok.

[sandwhitches]

hii! can i have a cherry popsicle abt suna confessing to the reader but he’s super nervous?? thanks so much! feel free to request smth from me if you’d like to do a little exchange:)

a/n: u must be a mind reader because i’ve LITERALLY been working on this exact prompt omg!!! it’s longer than a drabble (lowkey really long so i just formatted it like a fic☠️) because i already had most of it written when u requested so enjoy :3!! also u BET im gonna send u a request yay!!!

𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 (𝐟𝐭. 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨)

desc: suna is an idiot and seeks the help of an unlikely (and annoying, in his humble opinion) ally to help him confess to you

content: fem. reader, language, suna’s little sister guest star!!!!! (i love that he canonically has a little sister; she’s like middle school age in this ughhhh suna as a big brother makes me want to combust), suna pining for you like a big stupid idiot

wc: 1.5k

this is a part of my summer writing event!!! please feel free to send some requests my way :3

Suna Rintaro knows two things for certain: firstly, he’s absolutely in love with you, and secondly, he hasn’t a clue what to do about it. It was easier for him to come to terms with the latter, seeing as he’d spent most of his teenage years rolling his eyes at mushy displays of affection and taking the piss out of his friends who seemed to have traded all necessary brain function in exchange for falling in love. 

To him, falling in love this early on in life was as worthless and cheap as the chocolate he watched be gifted every Valentines Day; eventually, they’ll eat what they like and throw what they don’t in the trash, he’s seen it done countless times before, and he’d be stupid to let something like that happen to him. 

Still, here he is, knee-deep and sinking even deeper as the moments go by, he thinks falling in love might be like being pushed into quicksand. As odd as it is for him to admit it to himself, he doesn’t mind it at all.

There’s a certain giddiness that can’t be awarded any time other than when you talk to him. He spends the rest of the afternoon and evening thinking about your conversations, wondering if he said something wrong, thinking of all the ways he could have prolonged the exchange, and smiling fondly when he remembers he managed to make you laugh three times (a new record for him).

“What’s with that face?” Atsumu had interrupted Suna during one of the breaks at volleyball practice, his idiotic grin on full display in Rintaro’s face. Had he really been smiling just from thinking about you?

Suna had mumbled something that sounded like an awkward mixture of shut up and fuck off, quick to storm away in hopes that Atsumu didn’t catch the violent reddening of his cheeks. This is not good, he thinks, love can’t really be this hard to ignore, can it?

He’s put up a hard battle against this exact scenario, and he’s afraid you might have unknowingly thrown a wrench right into his fine tuned machine of a brain. If this really was a battle, he’s fine raising a white flag in order to get to make you laugh more often, for the slight possibility of getting to know if your lips really feel as soft as they appear, and the hope that one day he might forget all about what it was like not to be entirely in love with you. 

This is the nail in the coffin, his final surrender. Being in love really must make people stupid, because he’s nervously tugging his collar as he knocks on his younger sister's door. She chirps a surprised “Come in!” and Rintaro struggles to actually reach for the door, consumed with the reality of the fact that this really is where he’s ended up in his life. Great.

His sister gives him an incredulous look when she realizes it had been him who knocked, eyeing him suspiciously, “What do you want?” She mumbles in confusion, setting her pencil down. Suna parts his lips, mouth running dry, then sighs loudly, shaking his head. 

“What is it?” She inquires, sudden agitation laced in her tone. Rintaro looks at the ground, too embarrassed to see the inevitable shift in her expression when he asks, “What’s the right way to ask out a girl?” 

A silence follows that isn’t long enough in Suna’s opinion, quickly cut off by a loud bark of laughter, “No way! You’re asking me for advice?” 

Here’s another thing Suna Rintaro knew for certain, there’s no word that describes the extent in which his younger sister is the bane of his existence. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Suna mutters self-consciously. This probably was a bad idea in theory, but as much as it pains him to admit it, this is his last resort. He knows next to nothing about how to be normal about talking to you, let alone confess; something is better than nothing in this situation, and he swears to himself that he will make sure he never has to ask his sister for advice like this again. 

Love, when it comes to you, has to be a one and done thing. He’s sincerely praying to whoever is watching over him that he never has to feel the terror of confessing to anyone else again. It just has to be you. 

That’s why he’s here, standing about as stiff as a marble statue as he pushes a shaky finger to your doorbell, drawing his hand back swiftly as if it burned him. In a spurt of unexplainable confidence, Suna had asked if you wanted to hang out on Saturday, conveniently leaving out the part where he desperately wished for it to be more than just a hang out.

Earlier that morning, he’d been so close to chickening out that his sister, of all people, angrily dragged him to the nearest grocery store with a scowl.

 “Don’t get her roses, it’s way too soon for that kind of flower!” She snapped, swatting Suna’s hand away from the bouquet.

“Daisies? Seriously? Are you a serious?”

It would be an utter lie if Suna did not admit that he had no idea what his sister was talking about. If love really is this complex, maybe he’s not the right person for it. Still, he finds himself lingering on the face you make when you laugh, the way you’re the first person that he never got sick of texting into the early hours of the morning, and how you’re the only person that could ever make him reconsider that puppy love and crushes might mean something more than he’d given them credit for.

After all, the way he felt for you is what people call love, isn’t it?

Suna grips the assorted bouquet of colorful flowers that his sister had deemed good enough, listening to the sound of your front door clicking open. He’s doomed, this is a bad idea, and yet it’s the only thing he wants to do. 

How’d you get to be so beautiful? Suna wonders that a lot, in fact, it makes him angry that you’d just waltzed into his life like you did. It’s absolutely unfair, he was a dead man before he could even put up a fight. Falling in love with you was unavoidable from the beginning, but he seems to be just okay with that. 

“Oh!” Your eyes go wide, nonplussed by the bouquet in his hands, “Flowers for me?” You snicker, your laughter is probably the worst thing that could possibly happen right now, it makes everything ten times harder to do.

“Yeah, um-” Rintaro sputters, nervously darting his eyes around for the answer to your question. He knew the answer. You knew the answer.

Hastily, he holds it out for you to take, which you do without hesitation, “What’s the occasion?” 

Suna Rintaro knows two more things for certain: firstly, he’ll die if he doesn’t tell you how he feels, and secondly, you’re smart enough to have already surmised exactly what the occasion is. 

Everything his sister told him, advisories of “That’s too creepy!” and “Don’t be so blunt about it!” all fly to the back of his mind in exchange for the only things he can really manage to say. 

“Well,” Suna starts, cringing at the way his voice cracks, he knows this is about to be the world’s worst confession. 

“I, um, I got these for you because I think you’re really pretty,” you watch in bewilderment as his cheeks gradually saturate into a bright red, “but, that’s not just it!” Suna blurts, “You’re also really smart, and funny, and you’re probably the only person I could sit and talk to for hours without getting annoyed by-” Now, Suna is blatantly breaking the third piece of advice his sister had given him, don’t ramble.

“And, I really look forward to talking to you, even if it’s about boring stuff, I still want to hear you talk all day. Which, saying that out loud is really embarrassing for me, but, not because I’m embarrassed of you, I’m just embarrassed that I’m so-”

“Suna-” you interrupt, the cellophane wrap of the bouquet you held crackles as you lower it to see him better. You watch, partially in amusement, while the boy across from you struggles to comprehend everything he just said. 

Suna is done for when it comes to you, this was priorly understood, so why is it so hard to put it into words if it’s all he ever thinks about? “I like you a lot…is that okay?” He finally sighs, pale green eyes flickering up to search for a silent answer in the faltering of your expression. 

“That’s okay.” You nod, dumbfounded by the sudden declaration, each word was spoken with more confidence than anything you’ve ever heard him say before.

“Cool.” Suna nods dumbly.

“Cool.”

[enhyunj]

Hiii can you do a fic abt reader who is insecure about her chest being small with Jay or heesung?

IN EVERY WAY | P.JS

masterlist

pair: bf!jay x afab!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 0.7k

warnings: mentions of body image issues and other insecurities + self-doubt :<

note: chose to write this for jay but if you want smth similar for heeseung lmk!! Enjoyyy

You stood in front of the mirror, frowning as you adjusted your top for the third time that evening. No matter how much you tried, you couldn’t ignore the nagging voice in your head pointing out all the things you wished were different about your body. Your chest, in particular, was something that had always made you feel self-conscious.

As you tugged at the fabric again, a soft knock on your door pulled you out of your thoughts. Jay poked his head in, his usual bright smile softening when he noticed the troubled look on your face.

“You okay?” he asked, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. He was already dressed in his usual effortlessly stylish way, and his presence alone made you feel a little more grounded.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you mumbled, but the way you avoided his eyes said otherwise.

Jay frowned slightly, moving closer until he was standing right behind you, both of you facing the mirror. He wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. His warmth was comforting, but you couldn’t help but tense up a little.

“Hey, talk to me,” he murmured, his voice gentle as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “What’s going on?”

You sighed, feeling a lump form in your throat as you tried to find the words. “It’s just… I don’t know. I don’t feel great about how I look right now.”

Jay’s hold on you tightened slightly, his brow furrowing as he looked at your reflection in the mirror. “What do you mean? You look amazing.”

“I don’t, though,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. “I just wish… I wish I had more, you know… curves. My chest is so small, and it’s hard not to feel insecure about it.”

Jay’s eyes softened as he listened to you, and he turned you around gently so you were facing him instead of the mirror. He cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks as he met your gaze with nothing but love in his eyes.

“Y/N,” he started, his tone earnest, “I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. You’re beautiful in every way, and that includes everything about you, just as you are.”

You bit your lip, feeling your eyes well up with tears. “It’s just hard sometimes. I compare myself to others, and I feel like I don’t measure up.”

Jay shook his head, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips. “I get it, I really do. But you’re perfect to me, every single part of you. And it’s not about what you don’t have; it’s about who you are. Your kindness, your strength, your smile—those are the things that make you beautiful. And as for your body… I love every inch of it, just as it is.”

His words hit you hard, the sincerity in his voice making your heart swell. You looked down, feeling a bit shy, but Jay tilted your chin up, making sure you were looking at him again.

“You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met, and I wouldn’t change a thing about you,” he said softly, his forehead resting against yours. “And if you ever doubt that, I’ll be here to remind you how incredible you are.”

You couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips, even as a tear slipped down your cheek. Jay kissed it away, his hands still cradling your face as if you were the most precious thing in the world to him.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’ll never have to find out,” Jay replied with a grin, pulling you into a tight hug. “I’m not going anywhere.”

As he held you close, you let yourself relax into his embrace, the warmth of his love seeping into every part of you. With Jay by your side, the insecurities that had once seemed so overwhelming now felt a little more manageable. You were still a work in progress, but with Jay’s unwavering support, you knew you’d get through it, one step at a time.

[mssorceressupreme]

Hiii

I heard your requests were open 👀👀👀

Your writing is sooo amazing, it's addictive, like I can't get enough 😩🤚

Could I request a Minho X reader, reader is from Maze B, superrr close with Aris, and she's confident, sassy, sarcastic, loud and laughs a lot, total morale booster, she also cracks a lot of that's what she said jokes.

Since she's close W Aris, the boys might get the wrong idea and think they're a thing, but they clarify they're not lmao

You can ignore this request if you want, I just think you write so good, and so many people would love to read smth like this, I feel like some authors forget they're just teenagers ykwim?

It's so nice to see active Maze Runner blogs, especially when they write so bomb like you 😘

I hope you have a good day, never stop writing ♥️♥️♥️

Of course love, I’d be more than happy to write this for you 🥹❤️❤️❤️ Thank for the kind words, it really keeps me motivated, you’re such an angel 😭😭🫶🏼🫶🏼 Hope you have a great day too lovely!! 😘🥰 (also so sorry for the delayed post, I’ve been so busy with assignments lately 😭 I hope this satisfied your prompt 💓)

Who is She?

Pairing: Minho x Reader

Summary: Sparked with curiosity, Minho follows you one day. And your relationship takes a turn.

Warnings: none really, it’s a sweet imagine I like to think

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The dining hall was a strange blend of sterile and vibrant. It was filled with chatter and the clinking of cutlery, the usual dinner routine. To you it was the most ‘normal’ atmosphere in this whole facility, the only time you felt sane. At least people weren’t shoving needles in your face, or interrogating you.

At one of the tables, the boys from maze A—Thomas, Minho, Newt, Frypan and Winston—sat together, their eyes scanning the room occasionally while engaging in conversation.

They were still trying to figure this new place out, especially the people in it. One of those people was you, confident in spirit and as sassy as can be, currently sitting with Aris. But they didn’t know his name, he was just a quiet kid to them, or your “boyfriend”, or so they thought.

“Whatever, I could take on 50 of those guards at once, they look like they’ve got no balls.” You sneered, while chewing on your food.

“Keep it low Y/N, we don’t want anyone overhearing us.” Aris warned.

“If I could set this whole place on fire, I would, but Stella won’t let me do shit. Don’t you think it’s time we try to escape?!” You huffed. Stella, one of the girls from maze B, was the bossiest girl you’ve ever came across. (aka the Gally of Maze B, before his redemption lol)

Mind you, she’s only alive to this day because you saved her from a griever…unfortunately. Sometimes you wished you left her in the maze.

Aris sighed, he too, disliked Stella. “Anyway, you should eat up. You’ve barely eaten since we got here.”

You slide your plate over to him, “Today’s your lucky day, I’m not hungry.”

He shrugged and began indulging in this second helping. Aris wasn’t much of a eater but boy, this is the first time you guys have had real food and he wasn’t going to turn down the opportunity.

“Look! An opening, I’m going to check it out.” You whispered, standing up as the guards walked away from their previous post.

“Y/N! Get back here!” Aris whisper-yelled, but you were determined to get through the other side of that door.

——

“Where is she going?” Minho observed as you made your way towards the door.

“Who?” Winston swiftly turned around, accidentally knocking over a cup of water in the process.

Newt chuckled, while Minho pressed his lips together. “Sorry, Minho!” Winston exclaimed, grabbing napkins.

“You’re alright man. I’ll be back.” Minho gave Winston a reassuring back tap, before leaving to find the bathroom. Or, maybe he just wanted to follow you.

——

You managed to get past the doors. This was a way easier attempt than anticipated, you thought to yourself but shrugged it off.

However, you couldn’t help but feel like you were being followed. Regardless, you didn’t care, the only thing that mattered was finding out what these people were really behind.

You halted your tracks, observing your surroundings. It seemed to be a never ending grey hallway with millions of doors, great, that makes it sooo much easier for you doesn’t it!

As Minho turned a corner, he bumped into you, nearly knocking you over.

“Woah, watch it!” You exclaimed, steadying yourself.

“Sorry, I didn’t see you there!” Minho was quick to defend himself.

You furrowed your brows, the newcomer from maze A. “Were you…following me?”

Minho scoffed, “Pft of all the people here, why’d you think I’d follow you.”

You shot him a look, “Oh come on, I’ve seen you newbies. You guys watch Aris and I like a hawke.”

One of the doors dinged, about to open, so Minho quickly reacted by pulling you by the waist into one of the tiny cracks in the hallway walls, adequate enough to fit two people.

“Stop touching me!” I grunted, pushing his hand away.”

“I’m barely even on you!” He retorted.

“Why were you following me anyway?!” I whispered, “You shouldn’t be here.”

“I had to use the bathroom! I’m wet if you can’t tell!” He responded, but it came out a bit too wrong. Minho immediately regretted how that sounded.

You held back your laugh, “That’s what she said.”

With a tiny bit of banter, Minho managed to break down your walls, all too quickly, something you weren’t really used to.

“So what are you up to anyway? Sneaking around like you own the compound.” Minho smirked, while keeping an eye out for any guards.

“I’ve seen them move bodies in and out of here like clockwork. Aris and I don’t trust these people.”

Minho’s eyes narrowed. “Oh yeah? You should get back to your boyfriend then. I don’t think he’d be pleased to know you were in a confined space with another man.”

You rolled your eyes, “Oh, no. Aris isn’t my boyfriend. He’s more like a brother to me.”

There was a moment of silence as you stared at each other, the air thick with tension. Before either of you could say more, you heard footsteps. A guard was coming your way.

Minho quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you into what seemed like a nearby closet, closing the door behind you. You stood close together in the dark, barely daring to breathe.

The guards footsteps echoed past you and faded away, earning an exhale from the both of you.

“That was close,” You whispered, “and wow here we are in another ideal place to be in right now.” Boy, you are one sarcastic girl, Minho thought.

“I know I love it here.” Minho’s breath warm against your neck.

In the confined space, your proximity made every small movement noticeable. He could feel the heat radiating off you, and your scent was intoxicating. You looked up at him, your eyes reflecting the dim light filtering through the cracks in the door.

“Why did you really follow me?” You asked, voice soft but filled with curiosity.

Minho hesitated, then decided honestly was the best approach. “I don’t know. I guess I was curious. You seem like someone we could trust, Thomas doesn’t trust the people here either.”

“Thomas?”

“Grey shirt, brown hair?” Minho described him, hoping I would recognise him.

“Ah yes, I saw his little incident yesterday. Attempting to fight a guard in the dining hall is daring, he’s got some balls.”

“Sure does.”

“You seem to know the place really well, we could learn a thing or two from you.” Minho added.

You smiled, a genuine one that made Minho’s heart skip a beat, “Well, maybe we both have a lot to learn about each other.”

Minho could see the flicker of something more in your eyes, a spark that mirrored his own feelings. He leaned in slightly, feeling the magnetic pull between them.

Before anything could happen, the reality of your situation came crashing back. You couldn’t afford to get distracted, not with so much at stake.

“We should get back,” you whispered, though your eyes said you didn’t want to move.

Minho nodded reluctantly, “Yeah, we should before anyone finds us here.”

You carefully slipped out of the closet, the hall now silent and empty. As you made your way back together, Minho couldn’t help but feel a new sense of determination.

You were in this together now, and he would do whatever it took to protect you and figure out a way out of her.

“Yo, Aris!” You called out as you re-entered the dining hall. Aris gave you a questioning glance, as you appeared with Minho, you simply nodded, signalling that you were fine.

Minho returned to his friends, who eyed him curiously.

“What happened?” Thomas asked.

“Just…getting to know our new friend.” Minho said, glancing back at you. You were already back at your table with Aris, but you shot him a quick, knowing smile.

Minho then gestured for you and Aris to come join them which you did.

“Don’t be shy, you can sit next to me if you’d like.” Minho smirked, gesturing to the empty seat beside him.

You scoffed, “As if.” But you bit your lip, hiding back a smile.

“Careful, her boyfriend might not like that.” Newt warned, glancing at Aris to see his reaction.

“Oh no no, we’re not a thing.” Aris was quick to respond, “She’s like a sister to me.”

You chuckled, “Besides, I’m more into leaders, I like a guy who can lead.”

“Someone like me?” Minho teased.

You rolled your eyes, “Yeah you wish. Who was the one leading you around just now?”

“Uh actually, if I can recall, it was me who had the reigns.” He hummed, smiling when he saw you get all worked up.

“Stand down maze boy, this is my terrain. You guys want a way out, Aris and I can help you.”

“Alright, so what’s the plan?” Thomas agreed, leaning in closely.

Minho shot you a smile, and you returned it, thought a bit cocky, he did manage to grow on you or whatever.

And for the first time, you actually felt a spark of hope. With extra manpower, you might be able to break out of this place.

You might be in a dangerous situation, but at least you weren’t alone. And Minho knew deep down, that together, you could face whatever came next, for once, everyone at that table felt hopeful.

The safe haven felt closer, and so did your friendship with Minho. But could this friendship blossom into something more, you often pondered.

Perhaps so.

You smiled, watching as Minho lead the next discussion. You could get use to this, it felt nice to be relaxed and not take the lead for once.

[damagedcoda6669]

just wanted to let you know real quick that the person sending people your deadname + stuff about that one stealthygeek person has spread to tumblr, i literally just got an anonymous ask in my inbox with it. all i did was sigh in deep deep exasperation and delete it. why can't people leave you alone

i rlly appreciate ppl letting me know abt this!!! but in all honesty theres nothing i can do, and i already know. when i said not 2 send me birdie drama related asks, it includes thingz like this, becuz this is an attempt at a continuation of birdie drama by the ppl perpetrating this. i wouldnt like 2 be alerted abt this becuz its genuinely out of my control and i honestly dont intend 2 spread awareness abt this going forward. these ppl thrive off of attention and it wont do any good. block n ignore. this is the last time im talking abt it publicly. in the kindest way possible, these kind of reminders only serve 2 make me paranoid and anxious and dysphoric. ive gotten another ask sending me a sc of one of these asks with my deadname uncensored that i saw a few mins ago, and ik it will have a severe effect on my mental state. PLEASE PLEASE be mindful of my mental state with the thingz that u say 2 me, becuz i will see all of it. plz only tell me abt these things if ur 100% sure i can do smth 2 stop it, ive been scared 2 check my notifs all day becuz of the possibility of smth dumb like this happening while i was away (which isnt ur fault) i know u have good intentions but plz be aware of my mental state and how these things effect me. im in a bad mental state already and i have no therapist/psychiatrist/doctor 2 go 2 if i go off the deep end, and im currently unmedicated and not in the mental health system due 2 circumstances out of my control /nm /gen

theres nothing i can do abt my deadname being spread around, i was doxxed when i was 12 and im still being lolcowed on kiwifarms 2 this day. its public information and theres nothing i can do. the only course of action is 2 ignore. nothing theyre doing is illegal (4 the most part lol) so theres no action 2 take except 4 withdrawing attention /gen

edit: i rlly hope i didnt come across as aggressive in this post at all, i genuinely mean no harm towards the ppl telling me abt this and im not mad at u guys!!! im very thankful 4 the concern, but theres genuinely nothing i can do in this situation and the only outcome of this is a broken mental state 4 me. i feel icky being negative again but i just want my boundaries 2 be known!!! so srry :(

[cherryrogers]

➳ ROOKIE || leon kennedy x f!reader

warnings: oral sex (m!receiving), reader is the chief’s daughter (not irons!!)

word count: 1.4k

a/n: i’ve had this idea for a while now and i might write more for chief’s daughter!reader if people like it ?? this is more self indulgent smut than anything so writing a lil smth else with this pairing might be fun idk… but yeah. i need him so bad bro

“Fuck, we shouldn’t…” Leon can’t even finish his sentence.

He’s looking down at you, at where you’re rubbing your cheek against his clothed thigh like a cat. Your eyes are large, glistening saucers, and your lips, Christ, your lips…

“I want to,” You breathe, lifting a hand to fiddle with his belt. He’s hard already. He has been from the moment you plopped yourself in his lap while he was working at his desk and told him to just ‘pretend you weren’t there’. It was a trap, of course. How could he ever ignore you playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, the sweet scent of your perfume, the curve of your neck, bare to him and begging for his lips to latch there…

“What about your dad?”

“He’s not here.”

“He’s close by.”

Your hands pull down his trousers, and you press the softest of kisses to the skin just above the waistband of his boxers. “Then you’ll just have to keep quiet,”You pause, looking up at him. God. “Can you do that for me, gorgeous?”

A shaky breath falls from his plump lips as your mouth grazes where he needs you. He couldn’t push you away now. He thinks it might kill him to do so.

Leon nods, his stomach churning with anticipation. “Yeah, okay.”

“Okay.” You smile, gently pulling at his boxers. Sweet Leon — afraid of almost nothing, your father not included. It’s interesting, because he likes the rookie cop. Likes him a lot, actually.

Though maybe finding his daughter sank to her knees in front of him hidden away in the dark room might slightly decline the chief’s fondness of him.

Still, it’s fun like this. Stealing glances at him across the office while your dad tells you about his day. Telling your father you’ll wait for him to finish work in the reception hall and sneaking off to smother your boyfriend in affection. You still remember the first time you saw him. Fresh-faced and beautifully blond. Really, your father should’ve known taking on such a pretty face at the police department would distract you to no end. You simply had to have him.

And you do have him. Wrapped around your finger. Though, Leon could say the same. Maybe before him you wouldn’t even think to take such a risk, engaging in such obscene acts in the most precarious of places. But all Leon has to do is exist and you’re ready to drop to your knees in the blink of an eye.

Your thumb rubs circles on his left hipbone, your other hand dipping into his underwear and unsheathing his length. A lovely sigh escapes his lips as your hand envelopes his shaft.

Beads of pre-cum leak from the head of his cock; you squeeze your legs together at the sight, your tongue running across your bottom lip. Leaning forward, you press a kiss to his tip, painting your lips with the sticky substance.

“This for me?” You ask, meeting his eye as you lick your lips, relishing the salty taste.

His brows are furrowed, eyes heavy and watching your every move. His hips stutter as you rest your lips on his aching head, and he nods, dazed. “Always.”

You hum, satisfied with his answer, before tentatively running your tongue over him. Your hand gently pumps his cock, and Leon’s breathing only gets heavier, more laboured.

The more of him you take in your mouth, the easier it is for him to forget where he is. All he knows in this moment is you, your mouth, your teary eyes and gentle hands making a mess of him.

You push forward so his cock is nearing the back of your throat, hollowing your cheeks and coating him in saliva.

“Shit, you’re so good,” Leon says, pushing your hair away from your face. “You— fuck,” He cuts himself off, whimpering when he scrapes your throat. “You look so pretty.”

You look prettier, you want to say. But you can’t say much with his dick stuffed in your mouth.

Squeezing his hip affectionately, you bob your head back and forth, taking as much of him as you can now. His fingers wind through your hair, and you can’t help but moan around him when he tightens his grip. Perhaps he’s not the only one who likes his hair being pulled.

As you suck generously on his length, Leon’s shaky breaths begin to turn into desperate whines. Sounds you’d like to bottle up and keep forever. That only you get to hear, pleasure only you get to gift him.

Agonisingly slow, you remove your lips from him, a string of saliva still connecting your lips to the head of his cock. Your hand still strokes his length, but you let yourself instead look up and just admire your work for a moment. Leon’s head is resting against the wall, his Adam’s apple visible and just so kissable. His lips are parted and eyes shut, like he isn’t even here. Like he’s dreaming, like this kind of pleasure can’t possibly be real, like he can’t possibly feel as good as he does right now.

Of course, he notices the absence of your mouth on him, and he lifts his head after a few moments, looking down to see you staring right back at him. His head lulls to the side, eyeing your as if you’re his saving grace. You are.

“Need your mouth, pretty,” He says, his thumb running over your temple. “Please.”

If you had more time and less chance of getting caught, you’d maybe let him beg for a bit. Relish in his desperation, his sweet whimpers and flushed cheeks.

But his glistening baby blues crack you easily, and you feel it’d be a crime to deny him of anything right now, especially when he asks so nicely.

“Just wanted to look at you.” You kiss his inner thigh; it tenses under your lips.

Leon’s huffs a laugh, but the sound immediately gets caught in his throat when you give him what he wants. taking him into your warm mouth again. He’ll admit, it’s slightly exhilarating. Knowing anyone who wants to use the dark room could easily walk in on the scene he’s in now: the chief’s daughter on her knees with the rookie’s cock down her throat. It’s obscene and inappropriate and— God, you just feel so good.

These moments are rare, anyhow. Whether you’re busy with college assignments or he’s got a boatload of paperwork to complete, not to mention the issue is that your father — while a good man — is strict and does not tolerate any of his team being even a touch too friendly towards you. Leon’s affections, luckily, just flew under his radar. All in all, it’s difficult to find time to even see one another, nevermind, well… do this.

So he won’t say no when you whisk him away from his desk while no one’s looking, and press your lips to his as soon as you get him alone.

His length twitches on your tongue, and you know he’s close.

And well, he confirms this himself, pushing his hips forward and sighing heavily, “M’close, sweets. So fuckin’ close.”

His hand pulls your head back slightly by your hair, and you avert your eyes upward. They meet his own, stare piercing as your tongue circles his tip, as your swollen lips drag up and down him.

It doesn’t take long, admittedly, for Leon to come undone. Before you know it, a string of breathy expletives are falling from his lips, and warm seed shoots into your mouth. You guide him through his high, slowly moving your head back and forth as you milk him dry.

When he’s done, he pulls himself out of your mouth gently, swallowing thickly as you swallow his cum, wiping the back of your hand against your lips and humming at the taste in satisfaction.

Leon lifts you quickly from your knees, pulling you into a bruising kiss once you’re on your feet. He can taste himself on your tongue, and it drives him completely mad.

“You’re insane,” He says exasperatedly against your lips, haphazardly pulling his trousers back up. “Anyone could’ve walked right in.”

You can’t help but grin, tracing a finger over his jaw. “That didn’t seem to be a dire concern while you were coming down my throat, Kennedy.”

An endearing snort escapes his throat. “I think you’ll be the death of me long before your father is.”

You press an innocent peck to his burning cheek; you think you’ll keep taking your chances sneaking around with the pretty rookie cop for now.

[base0h]

Hiii :D

Wanna req some modern au Kid, Mihawk and Shanks with a s/o who always manages to zone out at the worst time possible, (like they're driving and stopped at a red light, not realizing that what seemed a moment later the light turned green and everyone is beeping at them or they're being late, smth distracts them and they literally just freeze in place lost in the most off topic thoughts ever) hcs or scenario, all's good with me gosh I zone out way too much

Gosh sorry for the long ask and since I'm here I just might remind you to go drink some water and take care of yourself, cuz we need ya and your hilarious writings here, to brighten up our days yk? ( ˙꒳​˙ )

love ya <3

a/n - ERROR HOW HAVE I BEEN LAUGHING FOR A SOLID TEN MINUTES AT THIS ASK SUEBDHBDHDBD 😭😭😭😭 awww I’m so glad that I can brighten up your guys’ days that really brightens mine 🥺💜💜

Warnings ⚠️ - cracky, g/n reader, modern au, shanks doesn’t have an arm (let’s just say it got bitten off by a shark because he thought drinking beer while surfing was a brilliant idea)

- watch him ban you from driving 💀

- last time you decided to drive to a coffee shop was the last straw for the poor man

- “Y/n please keep your eyes on the road.”

- *minute passes, now it’s a green light*

- he’s looking at a newspaper while people behind you guys are honking

- you had taken sight of a beautiful monarch butterfly, cruising around just outside your window

- you didn’t even realize the light had turned green

- Mihawk was about to get out of the car and go punch some people for honking but then he realized the light had been green for minutes, and you two were holding up the biggest line of cars he’d ever seen

- “Y/n! It’s green-!”

- He undid his seatbelt and climbed into the seat with you, hitting his head on the ceiling while simultaneously giving himself a bad back

- he pressed the gas while you stared at the butterfly, and you snapped out of it when you realized the car was moving, and Mihawk’s huge ass was right in front of your face

- “Mihawk what are you doing-“

- he sighed and kept driving forward until the light from before turned red right as he started going

- Cars from the right were about to crash into you too when you started screaming at him to go faster

- “MIHAWK GO GO GO GO GO-!”

- “THIS DAMN CAR WONT GO ANY FASTER! GET ON MY LEFT SIDE!”

- he was saying that to protect you, so that he would take most of the damage if you both were hit

- Luckily, you two made it to the next intersection just before getting hit, and there was a long silence in the car on the way home

- “… you’re banned from driving.”

- “BUT-“ “I don’t want to hear it.”

- “thank you for protecting me, don’t pretend like you didn’t do that 😏”

- “😐😑😐”

- he ignored you for about an hour after that (he wasn’t mad, just terrified)

- shanks is a horrible driver himself, so he gets it! He’s usually drunk while driving anyways!

- zoning out is totally fine because usually he’ll just stare at you and think about how beautiful/handsome you are 🥰

- today you both were driving to a movie, you had gotten a nice cup of coffee just before as well :)

- shanks was staring at his phone, struggling to figure out where the fuck he put the tickets

- you saw the most awesome skateboarder who was doing tricks along the sidewalk, and you managed to turn sharp left, almost straight into the sidewalk

- shanks immediately grabbed the wheel with his arm and swerved back, but the absolute boiling hot coffee cup was slipping through your grip

- poor shanks saw that and was starting to panic

- “Baby i only got ONE ARM-“

- the hot coffee spilled all over his lap and this idiot started screaming at the top of his lungs

- “BABE MY BALLS ARE GOING TO MELT WHAT THE FUCK WHY IS IT SO HOT?”

- bigass man baby woke you up and you started driving normally again, apologizing to your almost crying boyfriend for zoning out

- “My dick hurts.”

- “Please don’t ever say that again.”

- “BUT IT’S TRUE?? IT HURTS LIKE- HELL!”

- “also what were you looking at out there?”

- “some cool skateboarding guy.”

- excuse me-??

- “A guy?..”.

- “THATS WHY YOU BURNED MY COCK OFF BABE?! AM I NOT PRETTY ENOUGH?!”

- he started shaking your arm and you were literally about to crash, “SHANKS STOP IM GOING TO CRASH!”

- pls he’s a terrible driver just because of the fact that he will literally scream and flip someone off for not using their turn signal

- I imagine him to obey every single driving law except for the one “don’t be a fucking asshole”

- he oftentimes will ask for your help when he’s building stuff, like asking for tools and such

- “babe hand me the wrench.”

- “hammer.”

- “nails.”

- “water.”

- that’s basically what your job is. 💀

- he was welding today, and needed your help to place something at just the right time so he wouldn’t either burn your apartment down or burn his arm off

- “Babe, need it now.”

- you were tuned out completely, and of course at the absolute perfect time 🙂

- “babe.”

- he waved his other hand in front of your face to try and get your attention but that didn’t seem to work

- “Y/N L/N HELLO?!”

- kaboom

- smoke filled the room as you coughed and grabbed the thing you were supposed to hand him

- “Kidd you need this thingy yet??”

- …

- your audacity.

- his sllooooooooow turn of his head

- his face was stained with black smoke, a nail shooting out of his work and hitting him in the forehead as he stared down at you with the most dead expression

- you were dead. so dead.

a/n - not me being a little cheeky shit and giggling at my own writing 💀

[oceanofsinners]

Mind reader yan x maladaptive day dreamer darling [with a twist:3]

[mdni, or do, i don't care enough to block y'all tbh. tw/cw: thoughts/ideas/daydreams of violence, manipulation, etc. lmk if i have to add smth else too! and uhh, sometimes text with go small to big, it's on purpose!! a bit shorter mainly cause I got tired lmao]

Ezra Martinez. He was a student council member, and a smart one at that. He never abused his abilities, nor was he cocky.

He was actually pretty, humble, quiet, and only used his abilities when absolutely needed. Ezra didn't speak unless he wanted to or needed to.

Little did anyone know, he had a secret. He could read people's minds. It wasn't 24/7 or he's sure he would've gone insane by now, but he has to be concentrated for it to work.

The first time you and Ezra met, it was due to a group project. You had lower grades while he had perfect grades, so the teacher paired you up.

You seemed distracted from the moment you two met. Or, more like the moment your eyes landed on him.

He was confused, but didn't question it.

“Hey—Hey! Are you even listening to me?” Ezra frowned at you, realizing that, no, you obviously weren't when you tilted your head in confusion.

Ezra sighs, and asks the question once again. “Can I come over to your house for the project? I'd prefer it to my house.”

You seemed to talk even less then Ezra, only responding with a nod, grabbing your backpack and walking off with the council member following you.

He didn't really use his secret ability for no reason, but he really wanted to understand and know what was going on in that pretty head of yours.

The entire way to your house, you had your headphones on and were ignoring him, although he doesn't think it was on purpose.

You even almost got ran over, had he not yanked you back as the car sped past the two of you.

“What are you thinking?! You almost just got yourself killed!” And...there you go again, nodding, before glancing up and walking across the street with that dazed look.

Once at your house, you fiddled with your keys and opened it. Ezra glanced at the driveway, noticing no cars.

Did you live with your parents? Did you live alone? If so, then why? Many questions filled his head, and he decided on one.

“Are your parents home?” Ezra questions with a tilt of his head, you actually glance over at him. You shake your head once again, before pausing, and opening your mouth.

“No. Live alone.” You don't offer any more information up, but you don't need to. Your voice alone sends pleasured chills down his spine, and he nods, glancing away with flushed cheeks.

You seem to watch him as the two of you walk inside, as if observing him closely like he's a newly found animal and your the scientist.

The two set their bags and such down in your room, and pull out what they'll need.

An hour passes, and the entire time, you're either in a daze or observing Ezra. It's slightly unsettling when he glances up and sees you staring at him, but he...doesn't mind. Not if it's you.

Another hour passes. You've written about four words, while Ezra's already finished most of the assignment. He frowns, glancing at the words you had wrote absentmindedly.

“he looks so pretty.”

His eyebrows furrow, and he sucks in a breath, shaking his head as he glances up at you.

Eventually, Ezra stands up, stating that he'll be going home and he'll be back tomorrow. You don't even so much as acknowledge him as he leaves.

The next day at school is like every other day, you're not paying attention, instead glancing outside the window in that hazy state of yours.

Ezra’s nails scratch against his table, and he concentrates on using his ability. The first things he hears makes his blood churn.

“god, I should've killed that blonde bitch who hangs around Ezra all the time. I should've stabbed my pencil into that pretty little throat of hers, forcing her to choke on her own blood. Red is her favorite color, after all.”

Despite the gruesome words, and despite his best efforts, Ezra feels himself flush at your thoughts, his breath getting heavier.

You avert your gaze from the window, eyes tracing the class, your mind muttering things like “bastard” “liar” “bully” “slut” the entire time, til your eyes land on him.

The first thing that comes to your mind is unnerving, and slightly terrifying.

“I wonder how Ezra’d react if I slammed his pretty little head into his desk. Ezra would look so pretty with blood pouring from his head. Blood is definitely something I want to see on him...”

There's a certain emotion in your eyes that Ezra can't quite place. But he thinks he understands when he hears your next thoughts.

He understands far better then any therapist ever would, he understands the word far better then any assignment. Because he feels the same way.

“Mine.”

[reasonsmandy]

Your daughter’s father

Camila Dunne x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — Not sure whether ur taking requests buttt could you do a camila dunne fic where the reader and camila are secret lovers but after while in bed reader tells camila that is has to stop bc she wants something real and full of love or smth. smut, angst plssss

✧.* summary — you met Camila at the most troubled moment of her life so far, and during that time, you bonded with each other, creating a strong and cherished relationship. Until Billy returns from rehab ruining what was building between you.

✧.* warnings — Smut, MINORS DNI, sad ending.

✧.* word count — 1.4k

✧.* 🫀— Camila's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — Hello everyone! How are you doing? I hope everything is amazing, I'm traveling this week so I'll be writing just a little... But! As always, please, feel free to ask me anything :)

You watched your neighbors' backyard from the window of your house, little by little boxes were being packed and there was a lump in your throat. You try to ignore it, but ever since Billy came back things had been like that, distant, as if you were observing something that was so close to you now as paintings in a museum.

Warren leaves through the front door towards his van, he and Eddie had already told you that they were going out to the cinema that afternoon, a while later Graham's girlfriend arrived and with them Karen joined them to the beach. The last person you see leave the door some time later is Billy, you couldn't tell where he was going and honestly you didn't want to know, all that mattered was that he was finally gone.

You left your house as quickly as you could, knocking on the door three times hoping that Camila would open it soon. When her figure appears you don't take long to kiss her, surprised she gasps and after a few seconds she reasons and kisses you back urgently.

“Have you gotten tired of me since your hubby arrived, huh? You whisper against her neck, trailing your kisses down her jaw and neck. You had missed the sighs it caused the brunette in front of you.

“No…” She murmurs, letting out a heavy sigh then, holding your hair. “I just, fuck, I -”

You smile against her skin, pulling away to find her dilated pupils showing her need for you. She feels herself falling apart under your gaze, knowing that you could hold her, needing your hold.

“You just what?” You question, whispering.

“He didn’t leave the house.” She justifies herself, and you smile sarcastically.

You get closer to her, touching your noses, still looking deeply at her, she could feel your breathing and it made her feel unsteady. She wraps her arms around your neck, wanting you closer and closer.

“Jules is sleeping, you know?” She whispers, stroking the strands of her hair. “Don’t you want to enjoy this time with me?”

“Do we have the house to ourselves?” you ask, wanting to confirm. Camila nods.

You place her against the wall, kissing her even more intensely, her hands urgently pulling your hair with desire and longing. You squeeze her waist, showing that you want her closer and closer, guiding her to the couch where he made her lie down so you could admire her.

“Take your clothes off.” You ask as you sit on the floor to observe her figure better.

You watch her take off her dress little by little, and you knew this was something she did to tease you. When she was completely naked and the day's wind hit her skin making her shiver, you decided to give her other reasons to shiver. You spread her legs and touch her gently, receiving moans and whimpers asking you for more.

Your smile reveals how much you enjoy every minute, and when her body explodes with pleasure you continue to stimulate her until she scratches your arms with pleasure. You get up to kiss her lips tenderly, she wraps you in her arms as she feels your lips against hers for a few seconds.

“Can we go upstairs?” She asks, pulling away from your kiss.

Your heart flutters with each step on the way to your room, you've been there before but now something is different. Billy's return from rehab had been a turning point in your relationship. You met her when you moved in next door and slowly couldn't help but fall in love with her kind and unique soul.

She had been very accepting since your move, you were together every day since her friends and her husband were on tour. She felt very abandoned and alone, you gradually got closer and gave each other this support, gradually it became something more like affection here and there, silly hands and at the end passionate kisses. You surrendered to this relationship little by little and with everything you had, you were falling in love.

The room where you used to spend early mornings and afternoons taking care of each other and, after Julia was born, taking care of the baby. It had become the place where Billy gradually became part of the life of the woman you loved, She pulls you out of your thoughts by throwing your body against your bed and kissing you once again.

“I missed us.” She says, taking off your blouse, and kissing your entire neck, making you gasp against her mouth.

“Are you sure about this?” You say comically, making her look up into your eyes.

“Do you want me to prove it to you?” She says taking your kisses lower and lower, you can't help but moan.

She slowly opens your legs wanting more access so she can taste you, she works magic with her mouth and tongue making you tighten the sheets while rolling your eyes.You really missed being by her side, both sexually and on your days off laughing and having fun, when you let out a louder moan letting your body relax with pleasure she looks up into your eyes and licks her lips making the butterflies in your stomach dance.

She lies next to you while you put on your clothes, and observe the woody ceiling that you often observed together. But instead of her snuggling into your chest like usual, she lays down a little further away, you frown and let the air out of your lungs.

She looks at you and perhaps notices your shy figure, You try not to look back because you know you would want to pull her close and tell her you love her.

“Are you okay Y/N?” She asks, sitting up. “Something happened? I did something?”

You just deny it, sitting and watching Júlia's crib next to you.

“How are you holding up?” You ask, your voice low. “I mean, you weren’t okay with all of this and Billy’s return either.”

“We are rebuilding our relationship. I think, he seems to be wanting to change.” You let out a disbelieving laugh, she looks at you trying to understand.

“I’m sorry Cami, I just…” You shrug, looking at her finally. “I thought he would be part of Julia's life.”

“Of course he will, he’s her father.” Camila agrees with you.

“No Cami, I thought he would be just that, your daughter’s father.” You let go at once, leaving her surprised.

She stays silent, you let out a sad and heavy sigh. Getting ready to get up, she holds your waist.

“Where are you going?” Her voice was now choked, you shrugged.

“What is my role here? Look, I don't want to be your lover while you have a happy life with that guy.” You let out, trying to hold your tears.

“I don't want you to feel this way.” she says, stroking her fingers. “You know you’re important to me.”

You let her speak, watching her with your teary eyes.

“Just me, Billy and I have a history.” Camila says looking down. “Of course, it had its obstacles, you know that, but I feel like we can make it happen. That he and I can improve so we can have the family we dream of and-”

“Camila, he left you in labor alone!” you say in disbelief.

“He was going through sobriety issues, come on, you know-”

“What I know is that he left you completely helpless during your pregnancy, cheated on you while you were carrying your daughter and even left you while you were giving birth!” Little by little your voice became more indignant.

“You wouldn't understand...” she says and that's when you let your tears fall, feeling trapped in a nightmare. “You don't stop loving someone when things get hard, at least I can't…”

“I wouldn't understand? You being serious right now?” You say with a choked voice. “I love you, I was with you here from the beginning even with everything falling apart. And I don't understand?”

She doesn't answer you, you agree with her silent statement.

“Honeys, I'm home!” Warren's voice emanates from downstairs.

“I can't do this, I'm sorry.” You say, adjusting your clothes as you wipe away your tears. “I love you too much to see you unhappy, and if that's what you want. I will leave you to it.”

“Hey, we can talk about this…” Camila begs, you deny with your head, opening the bedroom door.

“If you change your mind, I’ll be next door.” You say before disappearing through the door.

She watches you leave with a tightness in her chest, which unfortunately wasn't big enough to make her ask you to turn around. Days later, you watch her leave the house alongside her husband and daughter with boxes, momentarily your eyes connect and you feel your heart give up with the smile that indicated goodbye.

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[jiaoqiu-s-bitch]

if u don't mind, can you make a fluff fic with a plus size reader with Barou where their both cooking and doing house chores together :) only if ur comfy ofc

Hello dear anon! No, ofc that doesn’t make me uncomfortable in the slightest, BUT I don’t see how your stature would influence how he would treat you while cooking/doing chores (or in general, for that matter)?😅 Maybe he’d try to make you eat healthier or smth😭👋🏼 Sooo sorry about that, but that’s the reason I kinda ignored that part-

anyway, I hope you still enjoy!!

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Barou Shouei - cooking/doing chores with you || sfw

Barou Shouei was by no means a man to shy away from putting in effort — be it on the court or anywhere else.

On the contrary, this mighty king right here had his very own way of doing things, and he was certainly not going to let anyone get in the way of just that… neither a peasant, nor his queen.

If anything, he would tell you to sit still, not touch anything and just let him do the cleanup the way he always did, else you might disturb his order. This man had OCD, no doubt about it. So if he told you to not get in his way, he meant it.

In other words: most chores were practically off the table for you - at least when he was around - the best way you were able to help him was by just always cleaning up after yourself the way he taught you to. If you could manage that, you were already making (Maid-)Barou’s life so much easier.

———

"Shou, what would you like to eat tonight?" You inquired over the phone, knowing your boyfriend had just finished his training and was about to make his way back to your shared home. You knew he had given it his all again during training - he always did - so you at least wanted to help him unwind and take some of the weight off his shoulders when he got back by preparing dinner, since you were well aware that you could never talk him out of cleaning up around the house himself. It gave him a sense of accomplishment, some peace of mind, you just couldn’t argue with him on that.

"Huh? Just order some takeout or something, anything will do, I‘m just hungry. Thanks", the man’s familiar, gravelly voice rumbled through the speaker of your phone, eliciting a sigh from you in response. He was not being a big help in the process of choosing what to have for dinner, but at least now he wasn’t gonna be able to complain about whatever you would pick. You had just (basically) received a free pass from the king.

And you decided to make good use of it by whipping out a recipe you’d found online a while ago and had been planning to give a shot for ages, but never actually got around to it.

But as it was usually the case for first tries… they don’t quite go as planned.

By the time Barou arrived home, you had already turned the kitchen into a complete and utter mess, and if it had been anyone else, he would’ve taken them apart on sight, without a doubt. Since it was you, however, he merely ruptured a blood vessel or two at the sight, taking a deep breath before walking over to you and asking you what the hell you thought you were doing.

You flinched at the sound of his voice, not having heard him get back because of all the kitchen devices around you whirring and buzzing in unison.

"I’m making dinner for us, of course", you reply matter-of-factly, sporting a pout at his negative reaction despite knowing damn well that it was not about your food, but about the fact that his beloved kitchen had been forced into such a sorry state.

Barou’s gaze softened slightly at your proud attitude — of course he was aware you had meant well.

You suddenly felt his muscular arms wrap around you from behind as he leaned in to kiss your cheek with a deep sigh.

It was a sight that seemed almost too absurd to be real, it was outright unexpected from someone of his stature and with his intimidating aura — not that there would ever be any witnesses though, this side of him was undoubtedly reserved for you and you only.

You leaned into his touch with a satisfied grin, knowing how soft your boyfriend was for you. However, you also knew he would use this opportunity to glance over your shoulder in order to examine what exactly you were fabricating and just how bad of a mess you were making of his beloved kitchen.

"It doesn’t smell that bad" was the closest thing to a compliment that you were getting from him, earning him a scolding punch to his forearm, which was still snugly wrapped around your waist. He only hissed in response, letting go of you with a scoff. He proceeded to saunter through the kitchen and awkwardly lean against the counter — not before checking whether the space he would be touching was clean enough though.

"Soo, how long do you still need to finish?"

"Oh wow, never thought I’d ever hear that from you in the kitchen", you teased with an amused smile, glancing over at him just to see his expression after your little joke. As expected, he tried his best to ignore it, yet you could see him close his eyes and pinch his nose bridge for a moment in order to collect himself.

You turned your attention back to the stove, smiling to yourself before speaking up again "I’m almost done here. You can go ahead, take them out." He knew exactly what you were referring to, wasting no time crouching down and hurriedly opening the cabinet under the sink — the sacred place where he stored his cleaning supplies.

———

He looked so serious yet so oddly at ease when he was focusing all of his attention on cleaning up the mess you had caused and even went beyond that, following his preset cleaning routine throughout the whole kitchen. He was so focused on his task that he didn’t even notice you had finished cooking by now and already started setting the table for the two of you. Once you were done, you sat down and just observed him for a minute or two, fawning over your bulky version of a housewife. Smiling fondly, you thought to yourself how despite all of his antics, you had definitely struck gold with Barou Shouei as your boyfriend.

You knew all of his cleaning routines in and out, what products he used where and how long he usually took for each step, and you knew just as well that it was never any use rushing him, so you just sat there for a bit and let him do his thing.

Others might not be able to see any difference at all, but the way he was scowling and furrowing his brows right now looked almost adorable to you — in your eyes, it was entirely different from his scowl when he was mad or annoyed. You simply couldn’t help yourself as you walked up to him when he was almost done, nearly startling him as you suddenly stepped right in front of him and squished his cheeks together with one hand, an amused smirk tugging on your lips as you leaned in and gave him a quick peck on his.

"Hah?!" Barou was taken by surprise by your random display of affection and scoffed in annoyance, yet he could not help the redness now flushing his cheeks.

"Oh my, don’t tell me… I just managed to fluster the King?" You taunted him with a devious grin, stepping in even closer to him and placing your palms on both sides of his face, making him look at you directly.

"What’s that? Why so cocky all of a sudden, little one?", he inquired with a now smug expression, leaning down until his nose was almost touching yours as he placed his large hands on your hips.

"Maybe because I’m so proud of the amazing dinner I managed to whip up for us", you chuckled, motioning over to the table.

"Tch, not without mutilating my perfectly intact kitchen in the process", he grumbled in response, glaring at you with a frown that would’ve made anyone else crumble under his gaze.

Unfazed, you shrugged and curtly replied "Collateral damage", biting your lip to hold back a laugh, to which he let go of you and turned towards the table as he clicked his tongue, gesturing dismissively.

"Crazy woman."

"You love it, neurotic man. Now sit your grumpy ass down and enjoy your meal."

"This better turn out to be a damn good meal."

[drama--universe]

Like a Queen

Requested by anonymous: Hi! Could you do a falling into your smile one-shot/drabble/imagine about the reader being Lu Si-Cheng's sister who was living in Korea with him but has a crush on Hierophant but he never noticed/acknowledged it because they're just friends. After they moved back to China, Hierophant eventually does have a crush on her too after hanging out with her a bit more on their own and he eventually confesses. (It'll be funny if the ending was Lu Si-Cheng throwing a slipper or smth at Hierophant when he catches them but it's also up to you.) Sorry for my blabbering 😬

Pairing: Kun-Hyeok (Hierophant) x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.9k words

Warnings: cheating (not Kun-Hyeok), violence

Glancing inside the room, you watched your brother and his friend play. Lee Kun-Hyeok... You had a major crush on the boy, you enjoyed seeing him when he came by your house. Even if he didn't pay attention to you.

Your brother was the first to notice you, staring straight at you before getting up and closing the door right in front of your face. And thus you were alone in the house again, wondering why you agreed to join Si-Cheng when moving to Korea. Then again, if you stayed home then you wouldn't have met Kun-Hyeok.

You saw them again later that evening, dinner had been placed on the table and the two boys were quick to start digging in. At least Kun-Hyeok gave a 'thank you for the dinner' before starting, unlike your older brother. Then the talk about games started again, leaving you unable to join the conversation.

"Do you play any games, (y/n)?" Kun-Hyeok paused the conversation with Si-Cheng, turning to you and patiently waiting for your answer. You shook your head softly as Si-Cheng started explaining that you just couldn't understand the mechanics and gave up quickly.

"I can try teaching you if you want?" He suddenly suggested, to which your brother burst out laughing (and earning a shoe to his head in return) and you slumped in your seat a bit as you tried to hide your face, not wanting them to see how embarrassed you got. Kun-Hyeok insisted, however, and thus you found yourself spending more time with him. You were sure that your crush got worse, but you ignored it in favor of just enjoying the time you had with him.

"Dude, you are aware my sister has a crush on you, right?" You heard Si-Cheng's voice in the distance, even with his door closed. You couldn't help but get closer, curiosity getting the better of you as you listened next to the door.

"I know, I know. Don't worry, I'm not going to date your sister. She's just a friend, I guess. I'm mostly friendly because she's your sister." Kun-Hyeok spoke and you sighed softly, trying to ignore the tears that started welling up in your eyes.

Right there, your heart fell and shattered into a millions of pieces.

Looking back to it, you felt embarrassed of how idiotic your crush had been. A simple girl crush, a first love that hurt too much and was just embarrassing to think back to. A simple fantasy of sorts...

It caused you to move back to China, greeting your parents again after months with tears spilling down your face and your face nearly gone. Your younger brother, Lu Yue, was the first and only person to know the reason and threatened both boys back in Korea for you, not that they would ever know that.

But now you were better, 5 years later makes a difference of course. You were over Kun-Hyeok, not that you'd ever see him again, and you had a boyfriend, Jun-Xiang, that you loved very dearly. Most important, you had a job you loved doing that didn't have to much extra hours to worry about and you earned enough to pay for your rent, bills, groceries and still have extra to go shopping if you wanted to.

"(Y/n)!" Your name was called loudly and you turned your head to see Jun-Xiang running your way, clearly tired from running. You gave him a smile as he reached you, patting his head sweetly before grabbing his hand.

"Come on, we're already late." You said as you pulled him inside of the restaurant, your brother and his teammates already inside. To your surprise, Kun-Hyeok was there as well, sitting beside Si-Cheng awkwardly as he tried to follow the others' conversations. Clear that they spoke too fast, Kun-Hyeok seemed to give up on understanding them.

"(Y/n)!" When your name was called, you didn't know by who, all eyes turned your way before moving to your boyfriend. Si-Cheng's gaze hardened, you knew that the two didn't practically like each other and you couldn't figure out why, and you could see Kun-Hyeok's gaze of confusion. Nonetheless, you sat down next to Lu Yue, ruffling the younger's hair affectionately before turning to the food in front of you while your boyfriend sat next to Kun-Hyeok.

"I see you came again." Your glare at Si-Cheng shut him up for further comments to your boyfriend, but it didn't soften his glare. You then turned to Kun-Hyeok, quickly greeting him in Korean before digging into the food. The chattering returned, drowning out all the thoughts that were swimming in your head as you listened to how they won their matches. You didn't understand much, but listened nonetheless.

"Excuse me." Your boyfriend spoke up, leaving the room with his phone in hand and you gave a smile before turning to the group again. They all seemed a bit confused by Jun-Xiang's escape, but most just continued to talk. Everyone except for Si-Cheng, who skillfully exited the room as well. You didn't even notice until he was almost out of the room and you were quick to follow him as well.

"Si-Cheng, stop following him." You stopped your brother just as he was about to round the corner of the hall and he gave you a look. You were about to say something, but your boyfriend's voice rang out.

"Yeah, babe. I'm going to leave here and come back to the apartment. No, no, I really didn't want to come here. You know how she is, won't even let me say no. I didn't want to see her stupid bunch of friends!" His voice rang out loudly and you fell silent as you continued to listen to him, trying to ignore the pang of pain in your heart from all of the degrading words thrown to your name.

It was a miracle that Si-Cheng was still standing next to you. You looked up to see your brother, but he was gone. You knew it would be too good to be true...

Turning the corner yourself, you saw Si-Cheng ready to punch Jun-Xiang and you quickly rushed forward to grab his arm. You pulled him back with all of your might, successfully pulling the older back enough as he trashed a bit to get out of your grip.

"Stop it!" You exclaimed and Si-Cheng paused, looking back to see you before his eyes widened. A cursing Lu Yue passed by you and lunged himself at Jun-Xiang, luckily being grabbed by Si-Cheng in return. The elder brother lifted the younger of the ground easily, holding him there as Lu Yue trashed around like a wild beast. The rest of the group had joint as well, all staring at you with confusion. Jun-Xiang had gotten up, cursing back at Lu Yue and Si-Cheng and you got in between.

"Why don't you go to your damn 'babe', huh? We're done, asshole." With that, you threw your fist to his face and smiled at the loud crack that you could hear as Jun-Xiang fell back to the ground.

"Let's go!" Lu Yue exclaimed happily and you turned back, almost bursting out in laughter as you saw your brothers.

Lu Yue, still in Si-Cheng's arms, with his own arms up in the air like a toddler would do and Si-Cheng was clearly annoyed with the arm that was nearly thrown into his own face.

"We should get out, no?" Xiao Pang spoke up, voice slightly concerned of the consequences that could follow. You all agreed, leaving the premise and leaving after Xiao Rui quickly paid with the company card. Luckily, most of the food was already eaten. You ignored the fact that Jun-Xiang laid somewhere in the halls and rushed out of the restaurant, laughing as you got further.

"Come on!" You whined loudly, pulling along Kun-Hyeok with a smile as you weaved through the crowd. ZDGX was busy with promotional stuff and thus you decided that you would hang out with Kun-Hyeok instead. You didn't want to stay inside and you wanted to show Kun-Hyeok around, show him the good food places and shops. He already carried a bag of snacks for you, he insisted on carrying the bag for you even when you originally refused, and he even carried a bag of his own, although it was significantly smaller than yours. Something along the lines of, I can't eat too much candy because of competition. Nonetheless, he bought some non-sugar ones that you insisted that he should try.

Kun-Hyeok hadn't said much, except for the occasional agreement and such, and yet it wasn't awkward. There was a reason for his silence, however, and even the thought of it made him blush.

He knew you had a crush on him years ago, but he denied it with all his heart since you were Si-Cheng's sister. Yet now, he couldn't help it. You were different, so was he at the end of the day. You were much confident now, clear that you felt good in your body, unlike your teenage years, and it was something that intrigued him and pulled him your way.

More simply said, he fell in love with you.

He didn't mind, however, since he knew perfectly fine how much of a kind and thoughtful person you were. Due to that, he didn't mind loving you, even when it was one-sided.

So he listened and watched as you dragged him past shops, smiling brightly as you dragged him around. He did have to admit that it did start to hurt his feet and his back had started to ache because of the fact that you pulled him down constantly.

"Oooh! Let's go to that café!" You called and you could hear a breath of relief from the man behind you, giggling at him before sitting down at a table. You put everything on another chair before ordering your and Kun-Hyeok's drinks and some cakes to go with it. Then you turned to Kun-Hyeok with another bright smile.

"Thanks for hanging out with me." You asked and Kun-Hyeok shrugged, leaning back in his chair slightly.

"I don't mind." "No, really though. I needed this after all... Well, you know." You sighed softly, not wanting to continue thinking about it as you accepted the drinks from the waiter with a thanks.

"Don't think about him too much, you deserve better than someone like that." "Stop saying that, you sound too cliché." You chuckled, taking an sip of your drink before looking up at him again.

"Do you think all guys are like that?" "Definitely not, those people are just cowards." He spoke and you nodded, sighing as you slumped into your seat.

"Then how should he have treated me?" You asked softly, not thinking that Kun-Hyeok would hear nor did you expect an answer.

"Like a queen. You're brothers would kill anyone who treats you like less." Kun-Hyeok laughed and you burst out laughing, doubling over while covering your face with your hand. You couldn't help but agree, hell even when you left today Lu Yue was glaring at Kun-Hyeok with a passion.

"Then again, I'd treat you the same even if your brothers weren't like that." He confessed and you frowned a bit before smiling.

"Show me then." "What?" He looked up in confusion, his eyes slightly widened as he tried to process what you just said. When he did, he only gave a smile.

"Alright, I'll take you on a date tomorrow then." You could only smile in return again.

"I can't wait."

[jakowskis]

Day 13 - Favorite ship(s)? Any Torchwood OTPs? Go ahead, gush about them!

dude i multiship so hard in this fandom i dont think there’s a single combination i havent thought of + found a way to enjoy, and that extends to trios. AND i like tw poly. i am mashing them together like barbie dolls. i am having sm fun here in my room

even the ones i don’t exactly “like” still make me Feel Things (more on that later), and even the ones i tend to prefer as friends (more on that later, too), i can still see it if i want to yknow. that’s what’s fun about the slutty bisexy show! woo! they all compel me. 

nonetheless, here are the pairings i like the most, ranked by how often i think of them + how insane they make me. im not gonna gush a ton, actually, bc i get annoyed w how much i talk, so ill keep every explanation under 15 words

owen x ianto: I Want Them Covered in Blood Together (Gnashing My Teeth) (by fall out boy)

owen x andy: golden retriever boyfriend for owen bc sometimes it’s nice to not be angsty (gooseberry who?)

owen x jack: i dont know how they make me feel but they make me feel Something :/

ianto x tosh: THEY’D BE SO CUTE they’d be precious that’s all

tosh x andy: see above. tosh deserves a sweet bf (there are no girls to ship her with 😔)

owen x suzie: they’re mirrors, they’re the same… they intrigue me. also Hawt xD (im bi)

owen x gwen: better as besties imho but im still a bi moron who’s not immune

jack x ianto: overrated imho BUT i do still like them. sigh. dead line speech wahhh

gwen x rhys: i love their relationship troubles n the way it grounds the show. theyre cute

jack x the doctor: sending jack off to harass the doctor so the team can Rest (+ Im Compelled)

jack x gwen: they compel me a little. a teeny bit. not too much but a little

(can u tell i like owen ships. he just has such fascinating relationships w everyone)

ok i lied ill say a couple things. firstly my otp being owento… i’ve talked a bit about it but in brief it started out because i can't resist having at least one enemies/rivals to lovers ship per fandom and ep12 blew my mind a little - and then something just Clicked and they somehow achieved top ten ships of all time status in my brain?? idk what happened there. i usually go for canon-based ships, so having one that kind of lacks substance in the source media (allegedly; i think they’re fruity in canon. but u know what i mean like theyre not ‘canon’ in a show where there is in fact gay TEXT rather than just the subtextual shit theyre doing yanno) and is largely a beast of my own creation (+ the influence of the wonderful handful of fic writers we’ve had over the years) has been rlly fun. 

im largely preoccupied with those two, but i’ve found jack + his relationship with ianto kind of inherently haunts owen x ianto… if you’ve read my fic you know what i mean by that. i can’t see owento existing on its own, like janto fundamentally co-exists next to it so i have to take it into account, and then jack and owen also have a fascinating relationship so i’ve kind of just ended up spending a lot of time thinking about and figuring out owen x ianto x jack in all combinations, because there’s a lot of fascinating stuff going on there from every end. introducing owen to the equation also kind of… ig redeems janto for me, bc i found them offensively underwhelming in s1 and s2. they should be dark and fucked up, and they’re not. owen kind of… brings smth dark and fucked up to the table, and a lot of why i like shipping him with ianto is bc they bring shit out of each other - and owen, for his part, is capable of bringing out ianto’s repressed rage and forcing him to deal with things he’d rather try to compartmentalize and ignore… i find that super compelling, and i also find it useful for breaking down my issues with how jack & ianto’s relationship is initially presented. like, he’s a handy narrative tool for that hfsdjkf. point is, whether i like it or not, jack and his relationships with my girlies (owen n ianto are the girlies <3) is kind of also an intrinsic part of what most of my fixation-oriented brain power goes into thinking about. i’ve been developing this huge fic ‘verse fdhfjk.... Im Very Tired

sometimes i like fun, though, which is what’s behind a lot of those other ships. i’m generally into very dark + angsty + psychological themes, but sometimes fluff and domesticity and occasional silliness is nice, and that’s what’s behind owandy (i have an au where they meet before owen dies) and iantosh (+ gwen x rhys) as my sort of… alternative endgame. my comfort ‘au’. not an au, exactly, but an alternative fluffier world to the darker owento-based one i’ve crafted and spend most of my time thinking about fdshkfj. i also like sending jack off to go bother the doctor, in this ‘au’, because unfortunately i don’t think he’s conductive to the team’s happiness. i think he needs to find his own way to heal and that should probs include the doctor, considering how obsessed jack is with them + how much he needs to unpack All That Shit he has going on before he can be any sort of truly positive force in the lives of the tw team. so for now he’s banned from the polycule for jack crimes. listen, i love that torchwood’s inherently sad and dark and lonely, it’s what compels me, and i’m ultimately glad that’s the core of the show - but it doesn’t have to be. sometimes i enjoy a nicer alternative. i think they could fix it. and that’s what fandom + fanfic is for. 

i also have several ot3s i enjoy, mostly owen ones. i think he deserves a bf + a gf, i think it’d fix him. put that bitch in a bisexual sandwich and maybe he'd behave. in particular, i love owen x tosh x ianto, it’s the only place i ship owen/tosh bc i think ianto would keep owen in check and they’d all better each other. i love owen x tosh x andy for similar reasons. can you tell the four characters im biased towards fhdskj. (i love gwen just as much but she’s kind of doing her own thing with just rhys and jack imo fdkfjsd. perhaps torchwood is composed of two polycules and jack is the link between both of them)

[love-beyond-space-war]

Hi hii <33 im so glad i found your blog, ive been looking for someone who writes for halo at all but seeing that you also write for rvb, i have to come on here and ask.... Possibility of getting a church/epsilon x reader ?? it kind of makes sense (?) that i cant find any fics for him but im still p :( about it lolol i dont have many ideas, im not the most creative but i was thinking maybe something with reader's reaction to seeing him return after he and carolina disappeared for that time on chorus?? or just the two of them catching up or smth similar <333 i understand if this is a strange request or if you dont want to do it at all <3 thank you for taking the time to read me rambling a bit lolol

I haven't seen Chorus in awhile so I took my own liberties with this ^^ Despite that... hope you enjoy. I haven't written a regular fic in awhile, I've been very involved with my main blog lately. Sorry if I made it too short :( Trying to get back into the swing of things and I'm battling a cold!

Not proofread fully, sorry for any mistakes!

We Meet Again

Church (Epsilon) x Reader

Synopsis: You and Epsilon/Church have a heart to heart chat upon meeting again on Chorus. It's not the happiest reunion....

Content Warnings: Romantic/Platonic Pairing, Gender-Neutral Reader, Angst, Vaguely follows canon, Possible OOC Church.

You weren't sure if you were happy or upset at the return of Epsilon. Part of you was still bitter at the fact he left with Carolina. Yet at the same time... you knew he had his reasons.

You're just being bitter by ignoring him, aren't you?

"Look... I understand you're mad at me. Tucker and Wash are too. But... could you please just listen to me when I say I'm sorry?" Epsilon... Church... pleads to you as he hovers by your helmet.

"Church..." You find yourself finally saying, the hologram beside you perking up. "I know... I just... I wish I could've come with."

"You know you couldn't... it would be too dangerous-" Church tries to reason only to be shot a glare.

"Oh really? Like what we all just went through wasn't?" You hiss at the hologram. Church appears to realize his mistake before responding.

"I didn't know you'd be in danger! Not until me and Carolina looked for answers! I thought you'd be fine-" Church rambles, sitting his hologram by your shoulder.

"We all make mistakes...." You whisper, noticing the AI's panic.

"I can only calculate so many possibilities, I'm sorry! I guess I should've thought harder when it came to you and the rest...." Church continues to speak. His tone makes you feel guilty for being so bitter. It's not like he meant to leave you....

You clear your throat, fully turning yourself to look at Church. You're so happy the others left you two alone. They knew how close you were with the AI and his distraught/angry you were when he left.

It was best to just leave you two to work things out while a plan against Felix and Locus is prepared.

"Okay, Church, please calm down-" You try to say Church looking back at you. You don't need to read his face to know how he's feeling.

When it comes to you... he feels guilty.

"I'm sorry... I want you to know I and the others care for you." Church sighs, small holographic form standing in front of you.

"Your fragments?" You ask, only for Church to nod.

"I... even like this... just want to protect those I care for. That includes you. I care for you so much." Church whispers. "If I lost you due to a miscalculation... I... it might feel like losing her all over again."

You know who Church is talking about as immediately reach out your hand for comfort. You pause for a moments, remembering he's a hologram, but still try to show comfort. Church accepts the attempt, snorting a bit at your attempt.

"I get it now. We're both worried for one another. I'm still happy to see you both. I just... have missed you a lot." You admit. "You're scared to lose me... and I'm scared to lose you again."

"... I won't leave you anymore, then." Church says after a pause to think. "You won't have to worry anymore."

"Church... do whatever you need to do, I was just being bitter." You admit. "You shouldn't just worry about me."

Church stops you from speaking and steps closer to your visor.

"Hey... I care about you and the others more than anything. I want you to know that I... love you and the others. They get on my nerves... but-"

"I love you too, Church." You smile. "I love you and I forgive you."

"... you do?"

"Of course." You say softly. "... I wish I could hug you right now but just telling you so works for now."

Both you and Church seem more at ease when you say that. You see the AI flicker in embarrassment at your words but you can tell he's reassured. You hope he can reconcile with the others just as easily.

"It doesn't matter what happened in the past... we'll protect each other now." You promise with a smile before standing up. "You coming to meet with the others?"

"Sure... we do have other matters to attend to, don't we?" Church agrees before following you. You give him a smile, albeit with a bittersweet tone.

"Unfortunately, we do, but we'll do it together."

With that, you're off to plan.

[denjirv]

༺ღ༒ Midnight Snack༒ღ༻

As a devil your appetite is ravenous so you bother your buddy to feed you, just in a very particular way that is...

CW// Suggestive but no actual smut, AFAB reader and some age difference(?) Kishibe is old in this one but reader is possessing the body of a 20 smth yr old

⏤͟͟͞͞☆A/N: ONCE AGAIN CREDIT TO @tukangcilokberflower FOR THE FIEND IDEA THAT TIS ALL FOR NOTES

You woke up with a craving, and it was bad. You would usually be up looking for something to snack on but you also didn't want to eat alone this time. By the side of the bed you poked at the old man sleeping beside you. "Psst, Kishi I'm hungry" you jabbed a finger at his cheek

He didn't move though which made you more frustrated. "Feed me!" you whisper shout but still, he snores. You sigh before looking up at the ceiling and decide to climb on top of him, your weight pressing down as you look down at him. "You have ice cream in the fridge right?"

A groggly groan comes from the man's mouth as he looks up at you. "Huh?" he sounded confuse as he wiped his eyes, seeing a blurry image of you looking down at him. "Yeah it's on the bottom freezer, knock yourself out" he yawns but still you stayed on him.

"Well I want you to eat with me" you whined as he slowly started getting up. "Those nights again huh?" you nodded, he sat for a moment before ushering you off his lap as he stretched and got up form the bed. Wearing his black shirt and sweatpants you follwed him to the kitchen where he pulls at the cold silver handle of the bottom freezer

The gush of cold air blows on the two of you as your hands grabbed at the lightly iced covered container. Vanilla flavored, a classic choice Kishibe thought while you grabbed the top and placed it to the side. What you didn't enjoy was waiting for it to melt as you stared down at it. By now you were sitting on the cold counter as Kishibe leaned against it

"Cmon melt quicker..." you blew hot air to it as Kishibe let out a small faint chuckle. "If you put it between your thighs it'll melt quicker with the body heat" and it was honest advice. Some guys took advantage of your lack intelligence in certain compartments but Kishibe was never like that. Sure back in his youth he may pulled something on you but either you caught on or Quanxi had punched him for tricking you

"Ah hey it's working! I can dig my fingers into it" you stuck a finger into the container as the small dent was left onto it's creamy surface. "See? Easy, now eat up" Kishibe grabbed a spoon and let's you eat it, he grabs something in the fridge to drink as well but you stopped and grabbed his hand. "Let's share!" you smiled

You were kind at least and never hogged, for the most part that is, but you really loved sharing food with people. "Nah you can eat it all" he made a dissmisive gesture as he looked for beer. "Well fine if you don't want to eat then feed me!" kishibe raised a brow, he looked confused but saw that look. That puppy dog eyes you always gave him when you really wanted something from him.

And who was he? A fool? Yes, he was and he caved in with him grabbing the spoon and feeding you the sweet cream melting more from the kitchen air. It was sweet and cold as your lips wrapped around the silver utensil with a smile. The more he fed you the more he didn't notice how quickly it was melting. Not until you grabbed his wrist. "Cream is dripping!"

"Huh? Oh, I'll wipe it with-" he could barely finish as your hand makes contact with his finger. He froze almost in shock as your to guess glides around his big hand. "Let's not waste it now! You have to lick it clean"

"That's not..." Kishibe didn't know his to feel. His relationship with you was complicated, you tend to get curious about him, about the way he reacts to certain things you do. There was that fine line between platonic affection and this. His chest felt a thump and a pause, looking down at his hand he moved it and continued to feed you. Trying to ignore whatever thoughts he's having

That's until the spoon was now covered in half melted ice cream. The white sticky treat was dripping from your mouth once you have more of a taste and suddenly the room felt hot. He can't stop staring and the way you were waiting for more was making his spin. "You got... Something on you"

He wiped his thumb across your soft lips as he sees the small smear of white on him. But even before he can wipe it with a towel you took his hand and sucked on it. This must be a joke you're pulling, you've been licking up all of them sweet cream there's nothing left, nothing left to suck on

But you want more and you really need more. Ice cream tasted so much better on him as you guided his fingers down to container. Kishibe felt himself lost as he feels the liquid coated his hand and your mouth sucking up whatever there is of the cream.

Hot breath against his hand, your fingers guidjng the way his hand is curved with your tongue skilfully licking all of them dripping parts of the mess. You were breathing heavily and Kishibe was too, heart pounding this tension was suffocating him.

It's only too you moved away your soft lips leaving a saliva trail as you look up at him. There was silence and there was a pause, till in a quiet voice Kishibe spoke up. "You know, a towel could work to"

Looking at him curiously you tilt your head before giggling. "I know! I saw this in a movie once and thought maybe I should try with you" you were a sweetheart but you were a devil first, and devilish you were Kishibe felt the tension fade as soon as he saw your grin

His face goes back to it's stern look as he moved his hand away from your grasp. "You eat on your own, I'm not doing this shit so late" walking back to the bedroom you laugh as you drinking up the melted icecream from the container

Like a wild animal-

[localgardenweed]

Looking off into the sunset feeling my soul shatter as I think of my Hetalia KND AU

I think Sector G8/G9 (i cant decide) constantly bicker for some sort of control (Minus Feliciano he is fine just being there hes there for the fun) while the rest are trying to get to leader position for one reason or another. Arthur is FIGHTING to keep that Team Leader role

My idea with Alfred and Matt are that they’re like fightor pilots together, their gag is Alfred cant do shit and always fucks up but Matt always comes in to save the day while Alfred takes all the credit and Matt just has to suck it up and hold back his rage, everyone always forgets he’s there since he’s so quiet but occasionally they’ll notice him when they ran out of maple syrup for pancake day and he sighs and goes down the block to his place to grab a bottle cause his family gets the good shit and he just has to sit there and feel ignored the rest of the time untill they want timbits ot smth hand has to do it all over again. I wanna say they’re half brothers like same dad different moms too, explains why they dont live together and why one kid is violently American and the other Canadian. Or maybe twins and parents got divorced when they were like super young and got remarried and one lived in America and the other Canada. We may never know. Matts older though in both scenarios.

Kiku and Alfred always haul in videogame consoles, they frequently play Super Smash Bros together and like shit gets INTENSE IN THAT TREEHOUSE THERE WILL BE BLOOD, Alfred always loses and he never knows why but secretly Kiku always gives him the bad controller. He is secretly ruthless when it comes to shit like this. Kiku also likes training cadets at Arctic Base from time to time, he can be a little scary. On the flip side he likes to help Feliciano with his homework alongside Ludwig as they try to explain to him how to do long division as Feli just watches and spaces out again. They gave up and thought teaching him to cheat would be easier but no it was just as hard. Kiku likes to bring in ramune sodas and so many poppin cookings like i think its all the kids eat half the time HE ALWAYS BRINGS MORE THEY NEVER SEEM TO RUN OUT. He whips out a waffle one for Alfred for breakfast and watches him lick the cranberry sauce clean off the plastic. He also brings other cool candies cause its kinda one of his only flexes. That and also all the anime he brings, mostly dvd but they’re also only in Japanese so he’s mostly watching them all by himself cause like no one else knows it.

Yao is always off training by himself in his room, beating the shit out of his dummies and having to head down to the shop to buy new ones cause he always ends up wacking their heads and stuffing off. He eats a bunch of candy too to keep his energy up, it is a miracle his teeth haven’t rotted. He likes to go bother Ivan and try to get him to train with him but Ivan just sits in the corner playing with his toy trucks reenacting car crashes and stuff and Yao just says “….lol weirdo, im bringing over leftovers tomorrow for our dinner here at the tree house, do you want those little candies my grandma brought from home?” “Yes please” as he whisper screams acting as the drivers who got into the crash and die. Yao also is also the most athletic of the group, very flexible too.

As you can see Ivan is a little fucked up but he’s kinda just a loner. He feel he doesn’t fit in and Yao kinda hangs out with him but him and Alfred are surely a interesting duo. Arthur makes him work with Alfred sometimes on missions and they kinda cant stand each other but are they ever gonna say that? No. But he also weirdly likes Alfred like “wow he’s so cool…how does he have it so easy?” Thinking he’s the absolute shit when in reality the rest of the sector kinda cant stand him. He mostly just keeps to himself and does what he’s told, but ofc is absolutely fucking terrifying when provoked. But also kinda a little whiney bitch when he gets comfortable.

Francis and Arthur switch on and off to adult busting besties to “I HATE YOU EVEN MORE WHATEVA MAJOR LOSER” with the hand signals and everything. They train alot together and use their angry time as good training time. They fence and sword fight together and also tend to alot of chores around the treehouse. They weirdly respect eachother but also want to see eachother dead. Francis has a pony he keeps in its own stable in the treehouse, he pampers the shit outta it too. He takes it for walks around town and puts it in competitions and DOMINATES competition

Arthur has a whole ass battle ship. He begged Ludwig (2x4 Tech Officer) to build him one and they spent a couple months on it alone to make it perfect (aka Arthur kept adding shit to his list of wants and he went crazy trying to fit it all) but it got done eventually. He breaks for tea time and it’s RELIGIOUS he does not skip a beat to rush over for tea time. He really is a little British boy. I like to think though he does it so no one tries to steal his scones cause he goes out to buy the good ones. Everyone stopped stealing though when he started making copycat scones and they obviously sucked but he didn’t know that he thought his security measures were just so good!! (He put a single trip wire to make you fall forward. Thats it thats the trap) He also gets all his cool outfits commissioned by Taiwan (I dont have a human name for yet </3) who works at global command and makes all the super cool outfits for everyone. He has multiple jackets and like some of these outfits are OUT THERE he pays alot of candy for these things like some got whole ass gems and Egyptian cotton like okaaayyy

No one knows why Feliciano is still here, he doesn’t do shit and super dumb but like he brings good leftovers from his place so ig he can stay. He was a boy scout with Ludwig till he was like “Lets join KND” and he just said “Ok!”. He helps Ludwig the best he can by mostly just handing him shit but he makes himself useful somehow.

Ludwig is a absolute nerd, and also kinda a suck up like its actually so weird to think he’s in the KND cause he seems like super like “we must respect adults at all times!!” But no he has a fire in him, he cant stand them, he puts up with them but he cant stand em really. They did smth he can never forgive…anyway he’s always making new 2x4 tech for his sector and goes to alot of conventions. He’s kinda just a nerd like i said but he does et loose. He loves to play with trains and cars, has a whole model train set he made himself and also kinda a minecraft gamer. Ok so my timeline js weird cause idk if im making this in early 2000’s like the og show or in the modern day but ehhhhh whatever. Anyway when Kiku and Alfred are done playing Smash Bros and throwing hands he plops down to load up Minecraft, he loves to do redstone and also just play survival and ya know, tough it out. He plays with Feliciano but he sucks but he still lets him play. He actually plays alot with Francis but he likes more PVP and exploring than mining and building like Ludwig. Alfred also gets in on it but likes to troll so they usually kick him iut after he drops lava on Ludwigs cow pen.

Will i talk more about them? Yes ofc duh. Tune in next time for my awesome video essay on why this is my best au yet /j

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BESTIE!! i have to start by saying that i’ve missed being on here i have been so busy w school!!!! i hope you’re doing well!!!!

now🥸 i have to get smth off my. chest. i’ve been on a pedro pascal kick recently and i’m watching narcos but oh my god there’s this scene where he manhandles a woman and he says “ur breaking my fing heart baby” and when i tell u i Screamed. like pllssss the scene isn’t rly sexual apart from that but to me it screams prosecco h if yn is ever annoyed at him for smth like rly small and she’s been giving him the silent treatment for the day and she’s been ignoring im and being short. he’s super upset at first and gives her space but then it gets to be later in the evening and she’s still going strong but he’s in a mood and isn’t just gonna take his girlfriend not speak to him so makes sure to sneak up behind her while she’s in the bathroom getting ready for bed and starts trailing little kisses on her neck and teasing a little like been mad at me all day baby hm? can u please say something to me? i miss hearing your pretty voice. and she’s cracking bc she misses her man but she was rly annoyed!! but she’s rly liking what he saying so she wants to keep up the act for a little bit longer so she just says nothing except look at him through the mirror and just “hmphs” and goes back to doing her skincare. harry even notices that she’s not wearing anything unde her silk robe and he’s just 🥸🥸 i need to make her happy w me right now. so he keeps kissing her and touching her and he just lets out a sigh when she still doesn’t speak and he says you’re really breaking my heart here pretty. i can’t stand when you’re upset with me. and maybe his hand starts trailing further down and reaches where the robe hits her thigh and slightly pushed it to the side. he keeps kissing her and he can tell that she knows where this is going and she’s just “you rly upset me harry but im sorry for ignoring you honey i love u” and he starts rubbing and yk 🥸 getting to it and he says “been depriving me of your pretty voice all day baby. now i need u to b loud for me ok pretty?” but yea this might b a little out there for them idk i’m rly tired but i just missed being on here!! -👹

omg first of all bestie im so happy youre back its all good do not worry about being active on here if you have other things to take care of !!!!!! im happy whenever you can pop by:(

but now....to this 🥸 like she KNOWS shes being petty its just the way when she told him she was getting upset about something at school maybe like one of her classmates was just being annoying and she was complaining a little and he did that thing that guys do esp cause hes older bc he just doesn't Get it and he laughs a little like "baby then don't talk to her ? its not a big deal, drama queen" and hes meaning to be teasy and like playful w her and like he thinks hes being helpful but he doesn't GET it she has to talk to her theyre paired up and shes also friends w one of her other friends so she can't just blow her off and all of this stuff and he called her a DRAMA QUEEN?????? sure he's called her that before and she knows he was just being affectionate but thats not what to say to her rn! its like basically telling her to calm down which is not!!! what she needs to hear!!! so shes just grumped immediately bc fine then she won't talk bc its not a big deal and shes just a drama queen fine and she just finds an excuse like homework or something to leave the room after and she just ghosts him most of the day like not talking and being a little petty and leaving the room when he comes to sit w her and only making lunch for herself and like after he catches on that shes not just like...happens to be busy when he comes to cuddle or whatever then hes like ????baby????? like kind of confused bc where did this come from but he gives her space to feel whatever she needs to feel until it comes to bed time and shes all dressed in her little robe and her hairs pulled back as shes doing her skincare and everything in his bathroom and like she knows she needs to talk to him before going to sleep bc theres no way shes getting into bed w him when shes annoyed but anyway when he comes in and cuddles up behind her shes.....like shes not mad but seeing him again and how hes pleading w her to talk to him she just wants to stick to her guns bc shes stubborn! but omg when he kisses over her neck and grabs her wrists and holds them to her chest while he sways them a little pushing his hips against her backside and looking at her through the mirror like she knows shes going to cave all it takes is him dropping her hands to he can start slipping his own under her robe and feeling her skin but he still "you're breaking my heart baby really. I haven't heard your pretty voice or touched you all day:(" shes a goner immediately!!!!! looking up at him w sparkly eyes and you hurt my feelings this morning but im sorry I didn't talk to you:( and all is definitely forgiven when shes extra loud for him in bed to make up for lost time

(and ofc they have a long talk after about like hurt feelings and why what he said upset her and why what she did wasn't okay to ignore him and all but you know)