#not tagging this because i don't want to give room for nonsense

[adamnablelittledevil]

It's crazy how for so many in this fandom it is so easy to understand how Magnus abused Lestat and all the r*pe metaphors, but that logic suddenly disappears when we're talking about other characters that also suffered SA and exploitation...

[wonderlandwalker]

Cherished Moments | Finnick Odair x Reader

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Summary: Finnick is trying to get you to relax and, well, it works maybe a bit too much.

Content Warnings/Tags: Mostly fluff, small injury, lovesick Finnick, grumpy!reader x sunshine!Finnick, insinuations of violence, no use of y/n

Word Count: 1.2k

Requested by Anon: I love your writing!!! What do you think a grumpy reader × sunshine finnick would be like? Love the back cat gf golden retriever bf trope haha and I feel like finnick would be obsessed with someone who was mean to everyone BUT him! Feel free to ignore if you don't feel inspired, I'll read everything you write anyway!!

A/N: Can someone pls let me know if they actually manage to find the request after I've posted them I have no clue if these are getting through. Ngl this one was a struggle for me but once I found the right idea it came pouring out. Do they even have darts in the Hunger Games universe? Well, they do now. Keep sending me requests I genuinely love doing them!!

“Come on, I know you can do it! I’ve seen you throw knives, this is pretty much the same thing, only smaller.” Finnick was trying to encourage you, but you weren’t easy to win over. 

“I’m telling you, I can’t. This is just different. The darts are so much smaller and lighter, it throws me off balance.” You were at a party in District 13, well, calling it a party would be generous. 

“Just try. I’ll help you come on. I promise it’ll be fun.” He couldn't hide his smile at your antics, but he also knew if anyone was able to convince you, it was him.

“Fine, but if something goes wrong it's on you.” You looked him in the eyes, and could see a spark of light inside them, and you wouldn't admit it, not with all the other people in the room, but it warmed your heart a little.

“It’ll be fine, what’s the worst that could happen” He asked you, and you almost scoffed at the question.

“I could hit someone, and then everyone will hate me even more than they already do”

“They don't hate you, they just don't know you the way I do.” Whenever someone would ask him what he saw in you, he would always be dumbfounded. Sure, you had a hard exterior, but when someone has gone through as much in their life as you did, were you really to blame? No, he didn't understand the question, because, to him, you were perfect. Whether you were sulking at breakfast for having to leave the bed or smiling at him because they were serving your favourite dish for dinner, he would take anything you gave him. 

“Are you telling me that you, the victor of the 70th Hunger Games, are afraid of hurting someone with a tiny dart?” He was challenging you, and it was working.

“I'm not afraid, I just don't want anything to go wrong.” The way your voice softened around him made his heart beat faster for you and sometimes, he swore you knew and were doing it on purpose.

“You won’t, just throw it straight into the board.”

Finnick is standing behind you, grinning like he’s just won some sort of lottery while he guides your arm up for you, you can feel his breath on your neck before he whispers “Come on love, do it for me.” You’ve never been able to deny him, to your own annoyance at times, so you do as he says.

The dart flies through the air, and it doesn't hit the board, but it comes relatively close. So you throw a second dart and it hits the board, but you don’t manage to score any points just yet. As you throw another one, it manages to hit the board, but only for a little while before it falls to the floor. You throw your hands up in defeat before saying “See, told you I couldn't do it.” But Finnick hasn't given up, in you, he would never give up.

“That’s nonsense, you just have to try again, be patient.” He walks over to collect your darts and hands them back to you. He steps behind you again, guiding you into the right position before speaking.

“Just close your eyes, imagine you’re throwing them at Snow.” It makes you laugh and he can feel your muscles relax. He would always feel so proud of himself when he made you laugh, he didn't mind that you don't do it often, it would only feel like so much more of an achievement.

You do as he says, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath right before you throw the dart, hitting it right in the bullseye. You throw another, hitting the bullseye again. But you miss the board with the next one when Finnick leaves a small kiss on your shoulder, and your breath hitches. You can feel his body moving from behind you, and focus to throw another dart. It’s only when you hear an exclamation of pain coming from right in front of you that you snap open your eyes, you would recognize it anywhere. In front of you was Finnick, standing right next to the board with one of his hands clutched in the other, and when you take a closer look, you can see the dart that is stuck in the back of Finnick's hand.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry are you okay.” He would never tell you this, but he doesn't even mind that it happened, seeing you being sweet on him so openly, it makes him forget anything even happened in the first place.

“I'm fine sweetheart.” there is a strain in his voice, and he knows you can hear it too from the way your brows furrow in regret. You knew he wasn't trying to be tough for you, no, you had moved past that years ago. he was trying to not make you worry, it was something he would always do no matter how much pain he was in. But you were worried, because in contrast to all those other times, this time it was your fault that he was hurt. It never phased you much when someone would get shot, it never phased you much as you heard the canons each night in the arena signalling another death, not in the way it phased other people, but this, this broke you.

“Finnick you are not fine, there is a fucking dart inside your hand and it's my fault.”

“Well, most people don’t throw a fourth dart sweetheart." He says, and he chuckles a little, but you don't hear it in your state of worry.

“I am so sorry I-” You were choking up over your guilt, and while he loved getting to see your raw emotions, this one he didn't enjoy.

“Hey, no, I'm sorry too, don't get yourself worked up over this. It's just a dart, I will be fine. Why don’t you go get me a first aid kit?” He really was fine, and he could have gotten it himself, but he knew how much you would get in your own head when you didn't have anything to do in these kinds of situations. 

Once you come back and help patch him up, he looks up at you and you catch his gaze. A smile crosses his face in a way he knows his cheeks are going to hurt.

“Why are you smiling” you ask, confused at his glee in a situation like this.

“Because I know you care about me. You don’t always show it, and you don’t have to, because moments like these I’ll cherish forever.” His eyes are sparkling as he looks into yours, he swears he could just stand here and look at you for the rest of his life. 

“Oh, would you shut up already” you tell him while swatting his hand away from your face and rolling your eyes.

“You can’t tell me to shut up, you threw a dart into my hand.” He’s still grinning like an idiot, and it's infecting you. One of the corners of your mouth lifts up, and it's subtle, but he catches it, how could he not with how intently he is watching you. You’re back to your old dynamic, but he loves it just as much.

[least-carpet]

how I approach chengxian vs. how I approach nieyao

I was thinking about it and like. When I see Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng in fanart or an edit, I stop to think about whether the poster is framing them as romantic or not before tagging. Is it meant to be platonic or romantic? People have strong feelings. I think the incest discourse is nonsense (because part of what makes that relationship interesting is the conflicting messages they get about what their relationship should be vs. what it is—like the fundamental lack of safety that comes with the lack of definition is part of what drives the dissolution of their relationship) but people are allowed to feel how they want about it! I like completely platonic takes on their relationship, too! They were, in fact, very sweet as children! There are many options I'm happy to explore!

Meanwhile, no matter what kind of fucked up shit is happening, I see Jin Guangyao and Nie Mingjue and am just like: Nieyao. Jin Guangyao taunting him in front of Wen Ruohan? Nieyao. Nie Mingjue fucking punting Jin Guangyao down the stairs? Also nieyao. Jin Guangyao sawing off the head of Nie Mingjue's corpse and then locking it in his treasure room blindfolded? Nieyao. Soooo nieyao. I hope he fucking talks to Da-ge's head! I hope he gives it a little smooch sometimes! The coffin is a MARRIAGE! I'm sorry you don't see the VISION!

[del-thetiredwriter]

Mafia au/Good luck while running away from mafia part 0.5

intro , part 1, part 2 , part 3 , part 4 , part 5

Notes: Sorry for keeping you waiting. writing it was harder than I thought but I hope you like it.it’s something like before everything started, When they realized you left the mafia.

Warnings: not really mentioned yandere stuff, gn reader

Tags: @hrhqueenfox , @anonymous3spider6lily9 , @hasty-desert , @jokesterreality , @ayachansan , @mouchie , @oceanside-pixie , @paintbrushofanimeuniverse , @lianreine

Door opened. A masked figure entered.

“Oh~ sorry I'm late. I was immersed in conversations with former executives.”

He apologized , however this apology was not enough to calm the five angry men who had been waiting for him for about half an hour, the person who was attending the meeting via a tablet, and the person sitting anxiously.

He quickly took his seat at the head of the long table.

“My dear executives wanted to meet of their own accord, and it has been a week since the monthly meeting. I'm really curious about why we're meeting”

“Tch, stop acting like you don't know. You know the reason very well.” Leona said, clenching his fist nervously.

“Leona-san, please control yourself.” Riddle said.

"The reason we're meeting tonight is 'Y/n'."

A tense atmosphere filled the room at the mention of your name.

“After the monthly meeting, I didn't get a chance to call them because of my schedule, but according to the news I got from you and my subordinates, no one could reach them.” Riddle continued.

“I cleared my schedule to spend this week privately with Y/n. However, when I called them,I could not reach . When I got their home, everything was in its place. Their car was also in front of the house.” Said Vil.

"They hasn't been to the Monstro lounge since the day they came to report the monthly meeting." said Azul, adjusting his glasses.

“Nothing happened to Y/n, right? This has never happened before.” Said Kalim worriedly.

“Idia? Do you have any information?" ' Azul asked.

“Y/n-shii normally visits me every day but they never showed up this week. Like you, I searched for them, but I could not reach . The phone line was turned off a week ago. The cameras I placed in their house suddenly broke down at the meeting night . Not only that, I can't access the footage of all the cameras around the house from the last week, they're all missing." Idia replied.

“Is there anything else? There must be something.” said Riddle.

“There is nothing at the moment. The bank account was likewise closed. Give me some time, I'll definitely find them ." Idia said.

Leona began glancing at Malleus.

“What is it, Kingscholar, is there something on my face?” said Malleus, sipping his tea.

"Nothing . It's just that Y/n last spoke to you before they disappeared. I thought of that.”

"Oh,so you suspect me"

Leona squinted his eyes suspiciously.

"I don't know what happened to dear Y/n or where are they right now either." said Malleus with a grin.

“But eventually I will find them. Besides, if you're going to be suspicious, you should suspect the head of the table first, right boss?"

All eyes were on the masked man sitting at the head of the press.

“Draconia-san is right. Y/n was your assistant and also your so-called right-hand man, so if anything happened to them , you would be the first to know.” said Azul.

“Where is Y/n, Boss?”

The room resounded with a burst of laughter.

“As expected of my executives,although it took a long time for you to arrange this meeting… anyway then I say it, I don’t know where Y/n is, but I do know what happened to them. My beloved bird Y/n left the mafia.”

Silence filled the room at Crowley's words. The silence was broken by Leona's fist hitting the table.

“What nonsense are you saying! Why would Y/n leave the mafia? There was no reason for that.” Leona said.

“R-right why would Y/n leave ? Y/n was very happy here with us.” Said Kalim while trying to not believe.

“Oh you are right. Y/n was happy here, or so we thought. I don't know why my beloved bird wanted to leave either, but who knows, maybe they felt like in danger or just wanted a new ,smoother, quieter life. I dont know ." ' said Crowley, taking a sip of his tea.

Riddle grit his teeth. He had to control himself. He stood up and began to speak.

“Still, although you are the boss, you cannot make such a decision without consulting us. I, Riddle Rosehearts demanding that Y/n L/n be brought back to the organization . My justification is that a former high-ranking person like them poses a great danger to all the secrets of the organization . Please vote on my request right now, boss. While all the executives are present."

“Well then, let's vote as you say. Those who accepts the request to bring the Y/n L/n’s back to the mafia?"

Everyone raised their hands. Crowley grinned.

“Okay, then the decision has been made. I leave the rest to you managers. Please don't go too hard when you bring back my little bird. You know, I love them as much as you do."

[loserlvrss]

꒰ 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 ꒱ 김홍중

summary : your boyfriend gets jealous when you should be giving him your attention instead of his friends

genre : fluff, hongjoong x afab!reader, drabble, established relationship tws : jealousy, skinship, language, pet names author notes : for my anonymous requestor, i hope you liked it xx word count : 0.5k

you could tell. you could see it written on your boyfriends face. it was plain to see, yet you still brushed it under the rug and continued on the conversation with his close friends. but still, you could feel his gaze lingering on you. you could almost hear the broken sentences as his focus was spent on something else, as he attempted to play it off.

you, truthfully don't know why you found it slightly amusing. maybe it was because your boyfriend being jealous was a rare situation — simply because he knew you were solely his, and wouldn't even dream of it being different. you two have never had to worry about infidelity, and you knew right now was not the exception, so why did a couple of harmless words seem to upset him so much that he couldn't let you out of his sight for a moment; like if he did it would result in you disappearing.

you kept sending reassuring smiles when your eyes would meet across the studio, but still an uneasy and pouty look adorned his bright features. you always found him adorable, but with his lips turned down childishly it made you mirror them almost mockingly.

seonghwa and san had been talking to you about utter nonsense, while hongjoong tried his best to talk to the awkward yeosang at his side on the couch. you had sat in on the end of their recoding session, the missing members already off doing god knows what until dance practice would take place in an hour or so.

its like he had tunnel vision; eyes only for you; as he came over to the three of you gathered by the sound board. yeosang had left the room, and you almost wanted to laugh as you felt hongjoong’s hands creep around your waist.

seonghwa rolled his eyes, knowing your boyfriend almost as well as you did. pda wasn't something either of you were too fond of, but it didn't seem to matter in this moment, as his palms trailed over your sides and caged you against his chest. naturally, you gave in, slotting your fingers between his.

you gave the pair an almost desperate look when san excused them from your occupied presence. you laughed, but agreed nonetheless.

you waved, "see you later."

and when you were finally left alone with hongjoong, it's like the flood gates were opened. he picked you up, the sound proofing muffling your yelp in surprise from the passers in the hallway. he trudged over to the couch on the back wall, closest to the door, plopping you down onto the cushions gently.

he pouted above you, "weren't you here to see me, love?"

your arms opened, "of course, joong, i love you so much. you know this." and he climbed onto you, resting his head against your chest as he got comfortable.

his hands found your own, intertwining his fingers with yours, "of course i do." he laughed lightly, kissing your collarbone, "then why was i fighting for your attention?"

he pushed himself to be face level, attacking between protests with feather light kisses. you tried to dodge them, taking his cheeks within your palms to steady him, "why didn't you just ask?"

he stopped, looking directly into your eyes; it, honestly, made you feel a little small under the gaze. "that's all it would've taken?"

"of course," you finally pressed his lips to yours gently, "my main priority is always you."

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[roxygen22]

Sick Timothee with fem reader as caretaker plz ❤️

Thanks to You

Summary: Fem!reader takes care of feverish Laurie

A/N: Decided to write using Timothee's Laurie as the main character because the time period makes fevers much more scary.

Laure's restless stirring awakened you. You blinked, unable to focus since it was still dark out. You reached your hand out to place gentle, comforting pressure on his arm, as you often did if he was suffering a nightmare, but instantly drew it back in shock. He was putting off more heat than your fireplace.

You grabbed the oil lamp on your nightstand and raised the flame. There was a sheen of sweat blanketing his forehead and chest, though he was shivering like he had been out in the snow. "Fever," you breathed out worriedly.

You jumped out of bed and quickly set to work gathering supplies. You immersed a cloth in water and wrung it out to place on his forehead. You rubbed the herb poultice Mrs. March had shown you how to make onto the soles of his feet and covered them with socks. He shifted his head side to side, mumbling your name.

"[Y/N], [Y/N]," he muttered weakly.

You ran your fingers through his damp curls. "I'm here, my love. I'm here."

"[Y/N]?" Laurie's glazed eyes opened, but they never focused on you.

He's delirious, you thought to yourself. You looked out the window, countenance falling as you realized the blizzard meant you could not send for help. The whole town was snowed in. "You have to get better, Laurie," you stated as you cradled your slight baby bump with your free hand.

He became slightly more alert as the dawn arrived. You took the opportunity to get him to drink some water. He was shaking so much from the throes of fever that he could not hold the cup without spilling. You sat beside him to support his head and hold the cup to his lips. You were grateful to see that at least some water made it into his mouth. Exhausted, he flopped his head back onto the pillow and looked up at you.

"Y-you should k-keep your distance. You d-don't n-need to get sick, too," Laurie said through chattering teeth.

"Nonsense. Who else is going to take care of you, hmm?" You half-smiled, not quite enough to reach your eyes. You wet the cloth again and gently wiped his neck, chest, and arms. "Are you hungry?" you asked when you finished, but there was no response. He had already fallen asleep again. You surveyed the dark purple circles under his eyes and the pallor of his skin.

You rose from your perch by Laurie's side to start some soup for when he woke again. He came to about an hour later. You helped him sit up against the headboard so he could eat. He scowled when you attempted to spoon feed him. "Come on, now. You need to eat something to keep your strength, and I'm sure you don't want to spill hot soup in your lap," you chided. He rolled his eyes and acquiesced. You chuckled. At least he was feeling good enough to give you an attitude.

The food did him some good, because soon he wanted to get up and move around. You helped him to the front room to his armchair. While he read by the fire, you changed the damp sheets. It wasn't long before he was ready to lay down again. The two of you repeated this cycle throughout the day.

When night came once more, the fever ravaged again. You covered him with every blanket in the house and practically laid on top of him to warm him up. The shaking eventually relented, giving both of you a reprieve. You fell asleep sitting next to the bed, holding his hand while your head rested on your arm.

You woke to the feeling of a hand playing with your hair. You groggily raised your head and were greeted by Laurie's smile. "Good morning, my dove."

You smiled at the nickname and placed a kiss on his forehead. "Your fever broke," you said in relief. Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes. "I was so worried."

"I'm alright, thanks to you."

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Monte Carlo : Charles Leclerc AU (Epilogue)

pairing : charles leclerc x fem reader

summary : the married life went well. so is the pregnancy?

warning(s) : another domestic!charles, progress of pregnancy (i literally have nothing to write now), pictures from pinterest

previous : part seven

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author's note : in honour of attack on titan's final episode aired, i presented a long epilogue just like how attack on titan ended its series *sobsob*. i had fun doing this series but i realized of how short the story is because i just don't know how to elaborate the story long but long stories can be boring (with my writing) at the end of the day so i decided to end it before it became nonsense lol. thank you for the support that you guys gave me, i hope you guys enjoy it from the first part till now.

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recap :

"ready to be a daddy, papa?" y/n whispered as she stroked back charles' front hair to the back. "as ready as i ever be maman." charles replied, taking y/n's hand and kissed it.

-

10 weeks into pregnancy, y/n realized that her body is going through some changes and that being her emotions as well. her abdomen is getting a slight bloated as if she was overeating things. just a small bloating, nothing more or less. and since charles have a week off from racing, he decides to bring y/n back home in nice, france for some healing time. lately, charles noticed that his wife is having mood swings moments, where himself was afraid that something might trigger her which he assumed that his wife was stressed while he wasn't home.

"honey, you might want to slow down on those wings. it giving you a bloating tummy already." beau reprimanded as he saw his daughter savouring the chicken wings. which has been y/n's craving lately where she craved chicken wings with spicy honey glazed sauce on it. y/n who felt realiztion hits her hard, she put down the de-boned wing back on her plate and placed the plate on the coffee table in front of her as her eyes were getting tear up. charles comes in the living room and he heard his wife was getting to sob. he immediately went to her side and rub his wife's arms. "y/n sweetheart, what's wrong, tell me." charles hushed as the sobbing is getting louder.

"i'm fat!" y/n exclaimed. "which makes me ugly!" y/n continued and the crying comes in. charles sighed silently as he pulled his wife into his arms and hugged her gently, rubbing her back. "you're not fat and ugly my sweetheart, it just your body is going through some phases as you are pregnant now." charles tried to rationalized which makes beau hit with gulit. "i'm sorry baby, i know being pregnant makes you want to eat everything you want but i am just want you to be aware of what you eat. that's all, nothing harm." beau explained. y/n pulled away from charles' arms and glared at beau, which causing him to stutter and carefully walk away from the living room. y/n starting to sob again and once again, charles pulled her to his shoulder, swaying them left and right.

charles thought of how many weeks more for the mood swings to past by.

"charles, y/n, i'm sorry."

-

as charles making chicken pasta for dinner, y/n who is finished showering, entered their bedroom while patting dry her body until she saw the full body mirror in the room. y/n noticed something different on her body and went closer to the mirror. y/n gasped. "charles!" y/n called. "charles, come quick!" y/n called once again and as fast as a lightning, there charles was, gasping for air as he leaned onto the door frame. "what is it sweetheart, are you hurt?" charles asked, making y/n chuckled. "no silly, look!" y/n exclaimed as she referred to her abdomen, making charles look at it as well. when realization kicks in, charles' eyes enlarged as he approached to his wife's way and saw a small bump. a bump that resides in his baby.

their baby.

"you can touch it you know." y/n chuckled as charles placed his hands at the side of his wife's bloating tummy, carassing it. getting his eyes tearing up, he thought on how he can't wait to meet with the baby soon enough. "hello there little angel, papa can't wait to see you soon. i hope you are as beautiful as your maman." charles said and end it with a kiss on his wife's abdomen.

-

25 weeks into the pregnancy, y/n's abdomen became a bit larger than the last time she realized she had the tummy. this afternoon, pascale invited charles and y/n to her house for a lunch date. as charles went bonding with his brothers at the front yard, y/n, charlotte and pascale were in the kitchen, prepping things before cooking. since charles and y/n were the only leclerc couple that will be having a child soon, lorenzo and charlotte were more than happy to babysit the future baby before deciding to have their own baby, in order to gain some experience. "how's pregnancy treating you y/n?" charlotte asked y/n as she was washing some apples before handing to y/n to slice it up. y/n sat at the island table stool, rubbing her lower tummy looking at charlotte. "it was like a rollercoaster ride to be honest, sometimes i am okay sometimes i am not. and poor charles had to attend to all my ridiculousness." y/n replied as she chuckled at the thought of charles had to find a rabbit meat for y/n to eat it with a sriracha sauce, where charles had to made an order through amazon for the sriracha sauce.

charlotte chuckled as well. "well, he had to since he's also helping making the baby right?" charlotte asked and y/n nodded at the question. "he had to, if he doesn't want our baby to drooling once it was born." y/n said, had a thought of where her mother used to tell a story of a baby that keeps on drooling because the father wasn't able to fulfill the mother's pregnancy craving. once she told the story to charles, at first he thought it was kinda weird and dumb but the thought of having his own baby might be experience with drooling in its toddling years, he couldn't bear to risk it so he just fulfilled everything that y/n craved.

"is it really a thing?" charlotte asked and y/n shrugged. "it can be real, it cannot but neither of us want to risk." y/n replied while cutting off watermelon this time. pascale chuckled. "i also don't want you two to risk anything bad to my grandchildren." pascale informed, stirring her cookings on the stove. both charlotte and y/n looked at each other, just smiling. "will do pascale." charlotte replied. "maman, arthur's here with carla." lorenzo informed as both arthur and carla entered the kitchen and kissing pascale's cheek, carla holding something in her arms. "here i brought some desserts from patisserie riviera." carla informed, placing a box of desserts on the dining table.

y/n gasped as she holding her lower abdomen, alerting everyone in the house. "y/n, are you okay?" charles asked, rushing in to y/n's side and placed his hands on y/n's. "i-i'm fine, i guess." y/n replied in confusion. "it just, i felt something like cramp but it wasn't that hard or painful." y/n continued as she placed charles' hands on where y/n felt the flutter against her abdomen. charles' eyes brighten up at the feel of the small kicks.

"wait, the baby kicked because of patisserie riviera?" arthur asked.

-

amélie was assigned to be the planner of the baby shower and she planned it to be an all-girls party at a venue where charles and y/n held their wedding at. amélie also invited kika, carmen, kelly, rebecca, lily, and basically all formula one drivers' partners. the theme of the party is pastel purple because everyone doesn't know the gender of the baby. the baby gender reveal will be held at the end of the party where the men will be invited right after the party ends.

theme and cake

cookies

invitation card

dining table

backdrop

"okay everyone, gather around here as we are going to play our first game." amélie announced as she stood on a podium with backdrop that she designed specially for her future niece/nephew. the ladies started to stood in front of amélie as y/n took place next to amélie as she linked her arm around amélie's.

"we are going to play our first game, which i call 'play dough babies', where each of you will be given a cup of play dough and the rule is easy." amélie started as she pulled a trolley that have cups of colourful play dough. "each of you need to create the perfect play dough baby where our mother to-be here, will decide the winner." amélie finished and starts handing out the play dough cups. "also help yourself with props in the trolley there to add some bonus points!" amélie added. the ladies in the hall starts to get excited as the trolley were pushed into the middle of the hall and they saw things that they can get creative with.

"okay ladies, you only have 15 minutes to create the most perfect yet creative play dough baby." amélie said as she pulled out a stop watch. "your 15 minutes start, now!" amélie announced as she clicked on the timer and the ladies started to rolling out play dough according to their own ways. "so y/n, who do you think will be the winner?" amélie asked leisurely as she tried not to make things focus on the game. y/n hummed as she looked at the contestants making their babies eagerly. she eyed on kika's play dough baby. "i had my eyes on someone's but i can't tell who." y/n replied as she giggled. "oh-kay then, ladies your time have five more minutes left." amélie announced and she walked around, eyeing the babies.

"time's up! so y/n, please choose your winner mommy!" amélie announced and y/n walked around to evaluate the babies.

y/n smiled genuinely. "without bias, the winner for this round is ... carla!" y/n announced as carla jumped happily and went to hug y/n at her arm as she doesn't want to cause trouble to y/n.

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five games later, at party is now almost at the end and the men now have arrived. y/n's eyes lighten up as charles showed in her sight. charles saw y/n and walked his way to her. y/n smiled at charles and grabbed his arm, hugging it. charles chuckled at his wife's attitude, stroking his wife's arms around his right arm. "alright, now that everyone is here. now is the time for the gender reveal!" amélie announced and brought in a white frosted cake on her hands.

the guests there were starting to clapping their hands, feeling excited at the reveal of baby leclerc. including the new leclercs, where both charles and y/n is fine with the gender of the baby, as long as the baby is healthy and happy. charles gripped on y/n's hand where he pulled it to his mouth and kissed on it, making y/n smiled at her husband's gesture.

"ladies and gentlemen, may i here invite the leclercs to the podium here and cut the cake to present the reveal of their baby's gender." amélie announced and then both charles and y/n went to the front, onto the small podium that amélie made, hand in hand. amélie smiled at the couple and stood a bit away from where the couple stood. "are you guys feeling excited?" amélie asked, being the great host she is. "are you expecting a boy or a girl?" amélie added. "well..." charles started, as he getting nervous for no specific reason. "we were hoping to get both boy and girl but since there is only one baby here," charles placed his hand on his wife's belly, "we are fine with any of it as long as the baby's fine and y/n have a safe labour soon." charles said as the crowd were awed at charles' reply.

"okay, it's time to cut the cake! which gender will the new baby leclerc will be!" amélie said as both charles and y/n cut the cake and the gender has been revealed, which caused joy among the guests there.

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38 weeks passed by so quickly and it is time for y/n to be admitting into her labour ward since the baby can arrive soon enough. also she has been feeling mild contractions. right now, charles went off to registering his wife after they got in their ward room.

"have you thought about the name yet?" one of the nurses asked as she was inserting iv drip on y/n's arm while y/n make herself comfortable on a bed that she has been admitted. "yea, we had few names listed but the right one will comes right in when we see the baby's face." y/n told the nurse. the nurse smiled at the excitement of a new mother. this was the first time for the nurse to see new mothers being calm, despite within 24 hours, they had to push a baby out of their uterus.

"all done, if there's any discomfort or problems, please press the button here okay?" the nurse asked and y/n nodded her head yes. making sure that y/n is fine once again, she left the ward room, followed with charles entering. y/n letting out a huge huff of breath. "another contraction?" charles asked and y/n nodded her head yes. "but still, the water isn't broke yet. is it normal?" y/n asked worriedly, making charles nervous and worried as well.

he was a small child when his mother gave birth to arthur and y/n was the younger child in her siblings. none of them experience with childbirth before.

"i guess so, want to take a walk?" charles offered. y/n nodded her head yes.

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the leclerc couple walked down the hallway of the ward, waiting for water to break and also for dilation. dragging along the iv drip along. "can you believe it char, less than 24 hours we get to see our little baby!" y/n said excitedly even in the midst of contraction. charles smiled at his wife's excitement and admired at how strong a woman is even if she is in labour. this makes charles respect women even more, especially his mum and wife. "we have been waiting long enough now, please hurry up little fella." charles said while rubbing his wife's stomach, causing y/n groaned silently not wanting to create chaos. charles noticed it and pulled his hand away and immediately hold onto his wife's shoulders, fearing that she might fell down or something along the way. charles looked at y/n worriedly, which y/n saw and smiled a bit. "i'm fine, it just the baby can't wait to meet you too." y/n said slowly.

and their walk ended right there, as to the dilation went from 2 cm to 9 cm. that fast huh.

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a/n : the end! i didn't know how to end it so i ended it this way. thank you to all who have been supporting this series from the beginning until now. for now i would like to take a rest from writing because i have been in writer's block mode for a while now, hence the ending. if any of you have any suggestions or request, feel free to inbox me and i will try my best to make it a reality! once again, thank for the support and if you don't mind, feel free to follow me so that you will known what will i write next hehe 🩵

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Hi, Could you give the idea of reader x twelfth doctor who has Bill as a companion and who in a few words is a bit of a jealous doctor? either because they met someone great on a trip or because the reader is very much involved in his life on earth.

Thanks!

(yessssssssssssss I need to write more 12)

Jealousy

Rating: G

Pairing(s): 12th Doctor x Reader

Tags/TW: 12 is a jealous lad

You were used to trips not quite going the way you'd planned. It was almost a guarantee. But needless to say, rejecting the marriage proposal of a cyborg queen was... Definitely unexpected.

You, the Doctor, and Bill ran through the mechanical castle. "I don't see why it couldn't work out," Bill said, "I mean, she seemed nice enough-"

"Before she sent her guards after us, you mean?" you replied, just before the hallway began to shift. The three of you were trapped in a dead end that hadn't been there before.

The Doctor hadn't stopped fidgeting with his sonic screwdriver the entire chase, and it seemed that he'd finally found what he was looking for. He pointed it at the wall with a flourish, giving you and Bill a tiny grin before grabbing your hand.

The TARDIS was somewhere in the royal gardens, but with the hallways changing, you had no idea where you were supposed to be going. "Doctor, how are we getting out of here?" you asked, panting.

"I've tuned into the queen's frequency, I can reverse all of her changes," he said, and you frowned.

"So she controls the castle?"

"No. She is the castle. She's integrated it all into her upgrades. Quite foolish actually, once we escape, she won't be able to follow," the Doctor explained, tugging you around a corner.

Bill chimed in, "But the guards will! Right? I mean, they're not a part of the castle, they're just movin' on their own."

The Doctor paused before giving a shrug, saying, "If I'm right, the TARDIS is through that door, and we won't have to worry about it."

So the three of you bolted to the door, which thankfully led out into the gardens. The TARDIS waited patiently in the center of the queen's prized flower bed, and as the sound of mechanical guards closed in, you knew you couldn't risk a look back. The three of you piled into the TARDIS and slammed the door behind you.

Bill immediately tossed her jacket over one of the rails, saying, "Well that was... All kinds of fun but I'm beat, I'll be in the rec room. Let me know when we get back, alright?"

You gave her a smile and a wave while the Doctor gave a soft grunt, circling the console. Bill disappeared down a hallway, and you stepped towards the Doctor.

He yanked a lever and the TARDIS made a tremendous noise; he then quickly pulled the lever back to its original position, grumbling under his breath.

You rested an elbow on the railing. "Doctor?" you asked.

"Hm?"

"What's wrong?"

"Wrong? Nothing's wrong, we're on our way, everything is fine!"

You crossed your arms. "Mhm."

He turned to face you, saying, "What? I answered your question."

You raised an eyebrow and said, "Barely. C'mon, what's wrong?" Taking a step closer, you added, "Can't have anything to do with the fact that I was proposed to today, can it?"

He rolled his eyes and waved a hand at you, turning back to the console. "What, that? Nonsense."

You smirked. "Didn't seem like nonsense when you rejected her for me."

He paused for a moment before flipping a row of switches, saying, "You were hesitating."

You held back a chuckle and said, "That's what you're upset about? The fact that I hesitated, upon hearing that the queen of some planet - that you dragged me to! - wanted to marry me?"

"Oh c'mon, I didn't drag you, you wanted to go on a trip."

"You're avoiding the question and you know it," you said, barely able to hold back a smile.

He halted what he was doing and turned to face you, saying, "And what if I am?"

You shrugged. "Look, if you don't want to talk about it, fine. But if it's bothering you, you can't just avoid it forever." You stepped a little closer and placed a hand on his shoulder, saying, "At the end of the day, I turned her down."

"You did."

"Mhm, 'cause why wouldn't I? I've got everything I want right here."

The Doctor betrayed a small smile.

[miss-hyoko]

Teasing Him Ft. Savanaclaw

Character(s): Leona, Ruggie, and Jack

Summary: You're trying to tease him

Tag(s) and warning(s): GN!Reader, fluff, romantic, established relationship, mutual pining, cringe pickup lines

Note: Yayy, another day means another fluffiness. Today we have the Savanaclaw boys to be teased💃💃

1. Leona Kingscholar

Today is one of those rare days for the members of Spelldrive Club. All of that because their club leader, Leona, who usually skips the club activity, suddenly joins them in practice. You're a little curious about Leona's sudden burst of motivation, but that doesn't really matter when you finally see your boyfriend play on the field. The way he leads other people, the passion in his eyes, all of that is very different from his usual lazy self. And it becomes his special charm that makes you head over heels for him.

When it's time to rest, Leona comes to you who was sitting in the shade of a tree. You gave Leona the water and towel that you had prepared earlier, making him mutter a quick thank you. Looking at him this close, you once again realize how charming Leona can be; making you involuntarily heave a dreamy sigh, feeling lucky to be his lover.

“Why the sigh, herbivore?” Leona asked nonchalantly, but you can catch the subtle worry in his tone.

“No biggie, just wondering about something.”

Leona rolls his eyes, uninterested. But as his lover, somehow you could tell the meaning of every expression on Leona's face. Therefore, you know that just now, he doesn't really mind if you want to tell him what's on your mind. But whether he'll give you a response depends on what you're going to say.

“I'm just wondering, is it possible that your real name is Dion?”

“Hah? What kind of nonsense is this, herbivore?” A frown appeared on his face, “Are you amnesiac or worse, suddenly become stupid?”

Ignoring his harsh words, you laughed lightly and tried to return his focus to your question earlier.

“Come on, Leona, that's not how you answer it. You should be asking me, why do I think that way?”

At your words, Leona suddenly narrowed his eyes suspiciously, realizing that you're up for something again. But facing your expectant gaze, Leona could only take a deep breath and give in.

“Ughh, finee,” he huffed and folded his arms across his chest, “Speak, herbivore. How can you even think my name is Dion?”

Delighted that Leona finally followed along, you smiled broadly and answered his question with a playful wink.

“Because you are Dionly man for me.”

Hearing your own answer, you giggled while the Leona you teased just rolled his eyes lazily.

“Really, herbivores? That's all that you've got?” Saying that, he then grinned and brought his face closer to yours, which made you suddenly flustered.

“Since you've already said that I'm the only man for you, how about I claim you back? Not now, but later in my room.”

2. Ruggie Bucchi

While shopping at Sam's shop, you run into Ruggie who happened to be running an errand for Leona. Both of you talk for a bit before finally paying for your groceries. When you're about to pay, you realize too late that your money is lacking. Before you can apologize to Sam and put your groceries back on the shelves, Ruggie comes over to your side and starts bargaining with Sam.

Their debate is so fierce, there's no room left for you. Once you came back to reality, Ruggie had successfully won the bargain so you only had to pay a third of the original price. Coming out of Sam's shop, Ruggie offers to walk you back, but you declined because you would rather not hold him any longer considering he was running errands for Leona. But… you still want to spend more time with him. So, taking the middle path, you choose to accompany him to deliver the goods back to Leona and then enjoy some time with him in Savanaclaw.

“Hey, you sure you don't mind this?” Ruggie asked on the way back to his dorm. “I mean, you know how busy I've been lately. After I gave these things to Leona, I still had many chores to do. I wasn't sure I could stay with you for too long.”

“No problem,” you answered rather quickly. “I can help you get your work done faster so that we can spend more time together.”

When Ruggie heard that you didn't mind lending him a hand, his tail subconsciously waggled in anticipation. He tried very hard to keep his tail under control while holding back his embarrassment, meanwhile you just laugh seeing the scene.

After his tail calmed down enough, Ruggie cleared his throat to get your attention back, "T-that is a very tempting offer. But you don't have to sweat over it, 'kay? There's no way I'll let my lover do the menial work that should be my job.”

“But, what if I insist on helping you?” You ask again, offering your help once more with a gentle smile.

“Shishishi. Then, who am I to refuse your kindness twice?” Ruggie let out his unique laugh and once again, his tail was wagging happily.

“You know, sometimes I think you're weird,” he said suddenly, looking straight into your eyes. “Normally, people always try not to add more work to their plate. But why are you the other way around? Aren't you too kind?”

“Oh, Ruggie, I'm not such a good person.” You laughed lightly at your boyfriend's question. “I helped you because it was the job I most wanted.”

“Huh?! The job you want the most is to help me?" Ruggie pointed to himself, the man's cheeks flushed red hearing your answer that was beyond expectations.

Seeing his flustered expression, the smile on your face widened even more.

“You're almost right. But to be more precise, the job I want most is to be with you all the time.”

Ruggie's brain seems to stop working when you say that. His eyes still stare at you in disbelief. Gradually, the blush on his cheeks began to spread across his face. And just before his face turned completely red, Ruggie immediately turned his back on you and was walking hastily with his tail constantly wagging around.

“Hurry your pace, (Name)! Leona will be furious if he doesn't get his things soon!”

3. Jack Howl

Today, you were supposed to go on a date with Jack. But a few hours before your appointment time, Jack suddenly calls you to inform that today's date has to be canceled because he got a small accident during a club practice. You're a little upset that your date got canceled, but you're even more concerned about his wound. Even though he said it was only a minor injury, you still insisted on visiting him in the infirmary.

When you went to visit him, you find out that his right leg was sprained from a fall during running practice. The wound is indeed not too serious, but it still makes you worry nevertheless.

“(Name), you don't need to do all of this,” Jack pleaded with a slightly blushing cheeks, looking helplessly at you who was busy cutting the fruits you've brought for him.

Even though you two have been dating for a while, he still feels a bit strange being cared for so tenderly by you. Well, not that he doesn't like your affection, though…

Putting the freshly cut fruits onto the plate, you shook your head in rejection of Jack's request.

“You're still hurt, Jack. So, be a good boy, and get some rest if you want to get well soon.”

You took a piece of apple that you cut with a fork and gave it to Jack, “Now, open your mouth wide. Aaa...”

“(Name), it's just my leg that's injured. My hand can still function properly, you know.”

Even though he said that, Jack still shyly opened his mouth to accept the apple you gave him.

Seeing him eat the apple, you smiled with satisfaction and took another fruit to feed him again.

Apart from the small protest he gave at the beginning, Jack didn't put up any resistance when you fed him.

“T-thanks for your help, (Name). But really, I'm fine,” Jack said after you fed him all the fruits on the plate. “I wasn't careful enough before and accidentally hurt myself. This wound will heal in a few days at most, so you can rest assured.”

“That doesn't change the fact that you fell and got hurt, Jack,” you said as you poured the tea you brought into two different glasses.

“There is no fall that doesn't hurt, (Name).”

“There is, actually, a fall that doesn't hurt,” you said, smiling mysteriously while handing him a glass of warm tea. “I've been through it once.”

Receiving the glass, Jack looked at you in astonishment. “What kind of fall doesn't hurt?” he asked while sipping his tea.

“Fall in love with you, of course.”

You chuckled softly seeing Jack who almost choked hearing your answer. You immediately gave him the tissue you had prepared and he muttered a quick thank you.

“I-I suddenly think you're right, (Name). I'm injured, so I need a lot of rest to recover quickly,” he said with perfectly flushed cheeks before finally turning his back on you and trying hard to sleep. 

[the-bad-batch-baroness]

Where's Mommy?

Wolffe x Lilith Sestri (OFC)

Part 5

Summary: Wolffe's wife suddenly dies, leaving him a single father in the middle of a war.

Pairing: Wolffe x Lilith Sestri (OFC)

Characters: Wolffe, Cara (child OFC), Boost, Comet, Sinker

Tags & Warnings: heavy angst, mention of death, off-screen death, spousal death, grief, hurt/comfort, family fluff

Word Count: 1.5k

Author's Note: Okay, so I know I said clones making pancakes was going to happen in this part, but things changed. Instead of pancakes, you get daddy and daughter fluff that might still make you cry. Enjoy the fluff while you can because the next two parts are angsty again. As always, please enjoy 💚

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The morning arrived sooner than Wolffe liked, as the sunlight peeked through the bedroom blinds and beamed onto his face. He lifted his head off the pillow to check the time and it throbbed from his emotional exertion the night before. It was still early, but Cara would be awake soon. He sighed and scanned over the sleeping clones in his bed. Sinker was lying on his stomach beside him, Boost with his mouth open and hanging off the side of the bed, and Comet curled up into a little ball at the end.

Wolffe snorted, then kicked Boost the rest of the way off of the bed.

Boost landed on the floor with a loud thud and gasped.

"I'm awake," he slurred with a sleepy voice. After a brief pause, he popped his head up and scratched at his chest while releasing a wide yawn. "Mornin'."

Wolffe reciprocated the yawn. "You still sleep like that, huh?"

Boost shrugged. "Old habits die hard."

Wolffe stretched his arms over his head and cracked his neck. He was surprised. For such a horrible night, he slept rather well. He assumed it was due to a mixture of physical and emotional exhaustion, and that his Pack brothers were with him. However, that familiar sense of despair quickly washed over him again. His brothers, not his wife, were in his bed. He fidgeted with his fingers, following the nonsensical movements with his eyes as his mind wandered to the events of the previous night.

"Daddy!" Cara called from her room.

Wolffe snapped back to reality, took a deep breath, and released it slowly. That's right. He had a kid to take care of. Normally, his wife would be up by now and getting their day started. She'd already be dressed and given Cara her bath, and be busy making breakfast for the three of them. That was what this morning was missing; the smell of breakfast cooking, the sound of little feet padding across the floor, and the feeling of his daughter climbing on top of him to wake him up.

"Daddy!" Cara called again.

Wolffe brushed the memories away and pushed himself off of the bed.

"Do you need help?" Boost asked from his now seated position on the floor.

Wolffe looked down at his brothers still asleep on the bed, then over at Boost. "Can you three make breakfast while I give Cara her bath?"

Boost thought about the request for a second, then shrugged. "Sure."

"Oh, and," Wolffe began, his voice getting thinner as he searched for words. "Can you also… throw the stuff away from last night?"

Boost tilted his head to the side and furrowed his brows. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah," Wolffe breathed. "I don't want to look at it again."

Boost offered a small smile. "We'll get it done."

Wolffe nodded, then exchanged his current shirt for a clean one before leaving the bedroom. He made his way down the hall to the refresher and started filling the bathtub halfway up. He tried to remember everything his wife told him about how to do it, but bath time was her thing, not his. He thanked the Maker above that Cara was already potty trained, because he still had no idea how to change a diaper correctly. Force knew he wasn't created to change diapers or give baths.

Once the bathtub was filled to the correct height, he turned the water off, then swirled his hand in it to make sure it wasn't too cold or too hot. However, he still wasn't sure if it was at the correct temperature.It felt fine to him. He stood up and stared down at the water. Something just didn't look right. It was missing something. He thought hard, then it finally hit him. Bubbles. It was missing the bubbles. He grabbed the liquid bubble bath from under the sink and squeezed some in, but there were still no bubbles.

Wolffe sighed and sat on the floor next to the bathtub. He propped up his elbow on the edge, leaned the side of his head against the palm of his hand, and stared down at the flat water. He wished his wife was here to do this instead, but trying his best effort for his daughter, he stuck his hand in the water and swished it around until a few bubbles began to form. He rolled his eyes, drained some of the water, and turned the faucet back on. Sure enough, the rushing water made the bubbles.

Fully satisfied with his achievement at pouring a proper bubble bath for his daughter, Wolffe got up off the floor and walked down the hall to Cara's room. It was still dark in her room, since she was too short to turn the light on herself, so he flipped on the light switch by the door. Her bedding was in shambles and her hair was a mess, but her demeanor didn't show any signs of distress, which meant she got some sleep. That made him happy and he smiled as he approached her bed.

"Hi, sweetie," he said as he bent down to pick her up. He gave her a soft kiss on the cheek.

"Hi, daddy," she said happily. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a kiss in return.

Wolffe smiled. "Ready for your bath?"

Cara looked past Wolffe and he could already tell it still wasn't registering that her mother was gone, even though she knew to call for him this morning.

"What about mommy?" she asked.

Wolffe sighed, readjusted Cara on his hip, and walked out of the bedroom. "I'm giving you your bath today, okay?"

"Okay," Cara said. She leaned her head against his shoulder and Wolffe could feel the unspoken tension.

He carried Cara to the refresher, but stopped at the hall closet on the way when he remembered he needed to grab a towel for her. She had a few kid-sized towels with cute prints on them, and he grabbed whichever one was at the top of the stack. Using his foot, since his hands were full, he closed the door and continued toward the refresher. He then sat Cara down on the toilet along with the towel and closed the refresher door. They both stared at each other blankly and the silence stretched on for an awkward amount of time.

"Are you going to take your clothes off?" Wolffe asked. He wasn't entirely sure how the process worked, so he was hoping Cara would take the lead.

Cara lifted her arms up, but didn't say anything.

Wolffe slowly nodded. "Got it." He helped her take off her clothes, then picked her up and placed her down into the water. "Warm enough?"

Cara nodded, then started playing with all of the bubbles.

Wolffe sat down parallel to the length of the tub and leaned his back against the wall as he watched her play.

"Ducky!" she exclaimed as she whipped around and splashed Wolffe in the face.

Wolffe wiped the water droplets off of his face and sighed. "What?"

"My ducky," she repeated. "I need my ducky!"

"Where is… ducky?" he asked.

Cara leaned over the side of the tub, dripping more water onto Wolffe, and pointed to the same cabinet he found the bubble bath in.

In hindsight, Wolffe realized he should have brought a towel for himself too, or maybe changed into some swimming trunks. Apparently, bath time for Cara also meant bath time for him. Not that he couldn't use a hot shower right now, but the water wouldn't do much good on his clothes instead of his skin. It baffled him that his wife always left bath time dry, which was why he didn't think he would get wet. He made a mental note to later work on a new bath time strategy.

Wolffe crawled over to the cabinet under the sink, opened it, and pushed aside a few things until he found a yellow rubber duck, which he assumed was ducky. He scooted himself back over to where he was sitting by the bathtub and placed the rubber duck on the edge. "This him?"

"Ducky!" she exclaimed as she sloshed more water out of the tub and onto Wolffe.

At this point, Wolffe resigned to his fate of being soaked and leaned into it. While Cara had her back turned, and was preoccupied playing with ducky, he scooped some of the bubbles up in his hand and dropped them on her head.

She turned around and giggled. "Daddy!"

Wolffe laughed and scooped up more bubbles to drop onto her head, giving her a tall crown.

She giggled more, grabbed some bubbles of her own, and threw them at Wolffe.

Wolffe grinned and wiped the bubbles off of his face. "Oh, it's on," he said playfully. "Come here, you."

Wolffe reached into the tub and tickled Cara. She laughed and thrashed about when he found her most ticklish spot under her arms and splashed water everywhere. But Wolffe didn't care how wet he or the refresher got, because this happy little  moment with his daughter meant everything to him. The water would dry, but to hear her laugh after such a tragic event warmed his heart. She was the only reason he was smiling. She was the only reason he was functioning. She was his only reason to live.

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The Chase (Slight NSFW)

Pairing: Jay White x OC Bee Word Count: 2,468 Description: Jay finds himself hooked on the new backstage producer.

Normally don't write for Jay but decided he fit this idea perfectly. Specially written for @omg-im-such-a-masochist Wishing you the happiest birthday babes! I'm so thankful to know you and for the friendship we've created don’t know what I’d do without you. Never forget just how important you are to me and so many others. You deserve nothing but the best I love you so much, happy birthday baby enjoy your story!! 🖤 _________ Tag list: @omg-im-such-a-masochist​ @melissahausen @new-zealand-chic @writtingrose @hotgirlgraps @madhatterbri @sassymox @mrsacklesevansmgk @xladyxfatex @adamcolesbaybay @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @rebellious-desires​ @surdelcielo @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497 @thatpanpal @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37 @seeingstarks @whenimakeitshine1234 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @blaquekitty @ironshamelessyouth @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @ripleyswhore @moonrosekk @xbreezymeadowsx @terrortwinunicorn @alyyaanna @elevennbloom @melblacc @alliwant456 @mcreignsera @auburnwrites​ @aews-four-pillars @thatnerdwriter​ @sjwrites22​ If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. _________ Jay White was a major flirt, everyone in the AEW locker room knew that. He was a sweet-talking ladies’ man, not unfamiliar with female company. When Bee joined the company as an assistant producer and right hand for Tony Khan, everyone was intrigued. She had a reputation for being a no-nonsense professional with a sharp mind and a sharp tongue to match. Jay’s interest was immediately piqued.

When he seen her for the first time, Bee was walking through the backstage area with her head held high, radiating confidence. She had an aura of authority and an unapologetic attitude that demanded respect. Jay knew this was his chance to talk with her, so excusing himself from his conversation with the Gunn Brothers he approached her. The usual smirk covered his face as he held out his hand.

“The name’s Jay White but I’m sure you already knew that, and your name must be angel because it looks like you just fell from Heaven.”

Bee looked up from her clipboard with an almost annoyed expression on her face that took him back for a moment.

“Yes I know who you are, and flattery will get you nowhere with me Mr. White now please move along. I have other places of importance to be.”

Walking past him she continued her way down the hall leaving a dumbstruck Jay in her wake. Austin and Colten laughed walking over both wrapping an arm around him, because since they became friends, this was a first.

“I never thought I would ever see the day where a woman would turn down Jay White.”

Colten chuckled watching as Bee made her way down the hallway away from them

“I heard it wasn’t possible that they just automatically all want to jump in bed with him.”

Austin smirked as Jay rolled his eyes shaking them both off him as they went into their locker room grabbing their bags.

“Will you two just shut up bloody hell maybe the fact you guys were around, is why she brushed me off.”

The brothers looked at each other before laughing, causing Jay to flip them both off. Leaving the room, the sound of their laughter followed him.  He couldn’t remember the last time anyone had brushed him off so effortlessly. It was... exciting.

From that moment on, Jay made it his mission to win her over. Whenever Bee was around, Jay would find a reason to be nearby, tossing her a wink or a flirty comment. "Your parents must be bakers because you’re a cutie pie.” or "You know, the ring isn’t the only place I know how to make magic happen."

Bee, however, wasn’t impressed. She remained focused on her job, rolling her eyes at Jay’s antics and refusing to give him the time of day. Her cool demeanor only made Jay try harder.

Jay did everything he could to get Bee’s attention. He hadn’t realized it yet, but he was hooked. Every time they were in the same room his eyes drifted towards her, one day he heard Mark Brisco make her laugh. And it was the best sound he had heard in his life, watching her head fall back slightly as her eyes lit up with happiness. No matter what he did Bee brushed him off, after their last encounter he knew he had to change.

Bee was trying to juggle a bunch of tasks and Jay’s failed attempts at flirting were the last straw.

“Jay, you’re a great wrestler and clearly good at what you do. But I’ve worked too hard to get here to be distracted by some pretty words and a handsome face. If you want to impress me, show me you’ve got more than just a silver tongue. Respect me as a person not just a possible piece of ass.”

For once, Jay was at a loss for words. He realized Bee wasn’t playing hard to get—she was just being honest. She wasn’t impressed by superficial charm, and if he wanted a chance, he’d have to dig deeper.

So, over the next few weeks, Jay dialed back the flirting and started paying attention. He saw how Bee managed the chaos of the production room, how she stayed calm under pressure, and how she treated everyone. The more he watched her the more he realized he wanted to know more than just the work side of her, he wanted to know the woman behind the image she showed everyone.

One day after working late Bee was crossing the parking lot. She hadn’t caught any of her coworkers for a ride and the closest uber was twenty minutes away.

“Need a lift? Maybe even go somewhere and stop off for a drink?”

Turning, she groaned internally when she saw Jay walking out of the building with a bag over his shoulder and keys in his other hand.

“No thank you I appreciate the offer, but I don’t mix business with… whatever this is. And besides, I’m not interested in being another notch on your belt.”

“Wait.”

He said catching up with her and stepped in front of her.

“Look I actually want to apologize.”

“What?”

She asked, completely confused by his words, that was the last thing she ever expected to hear from him.

“Apologize for what?”

“For chasing you and being so persistent while making you feel like I don’t respect you as a human.”

Jay shifted on his feet, for the first time in ages he felt vulnerable as he looked into her eyes.

“I realized that my behavior hasn’t been the best and I wanted to apologize. I just find myself fascinated with you and then to be turned down so many times has been well different.”

Bee looked at him, and for a moment, there was a hint of a smile on her lips. But it quickly faded.

“A woman doesn’t owe you anything Jay and I certainly don’t.”

“I know that and I’m sorry for my behavior I would like to give you a ride and that drink offer is still up. I promise no Switchblade charm will be involved, just Jay. Maybe we could be friends eventually? Or if you rather not I can just walk away after dropping you off wherever it is you’re going.”

Bee eyed him for a moment, weighing her options. She really didn’t want to walk all the way to her hotel, and she was thirsty.

“Alright fine, I’ll take the ride and drink but the first moment you try any funny business I’m gone and you will never get near me again outside of the work place.”

“Deal.”

Holding his hand out Jay smiled as she looked at his hand then held out her own, giving it a shake the two made their way to his car.

“Would it be pushing it if I suggested the idea of getting some food with that drink before I drop you off? You like Italian food?”

Glancing over at him slightly surprised she nodded her head.

“Yeah, I love Italian food it’s my favorite, I suppose food doesn’t sound bad after all you owe me for your terrible flirting.”

“Oi my flirting is top knotch thank you very much.”

Opening the passenger door for her then walking around to his side Jay got behind the wheel. Kicking off her heels Bee sighed, settling back into the comfortable seat, her eyes closing for a moment as she relaxed. Soon arriving at the restaurant, the pair made their way inside grabbing a table.

Jay and Bee's first meal together turned out to be more than just a simple outing—it was the beginning of something new for both of them. Over the course of their conversation while dining, Bee discovered that Jay White, the infamous flirt, was more than his reputation suggested. He talked about his journey from New Zealand to the wrestling world, the struggles of being away from home, and the constant pressure of staying on top. There was a genuine vulnerability in his words, something Bee hadn't expected.

From that night on, things began to shift between them. Jay still had his playful moments, but his approach was different. Instead of throwing around pick-up lines, he’d offer a genuine compliment, ask Bee about her day, or checked in on her when he saw her working late. He was serious when he said he wanted to try and be her friend.

Bee, in turn, began to appreciate these small gestures. She still had her guard up—years of dealing with overconfident athletes and the wrestling world's unpredictable nature had taught her to be cautious. But she found herself enjoying Jay's company more and more. She saw a side of him that wasn’t about bravado or flirtation, but rather a man who genuinely cared about those around him.

One evening, after another long day, Jay found Bee sitting alone in one of the empty stands, looking out at the empty ring. He could see the exhaustion on her face, but also a sense of quiet pride. He walked over and sat down beside her, not saying a word at first.

“You know, I’ve seen a lot of crazy things in my career.”

 Jay began, breaking the silence that had settled between them.

“But I think watching you run a show is right up there.”

Bee chuckled softly, glancing over at him.

“You’re just saying that because I didn’t kick you out of the production truck earlier when you tried to help.”

“Nah that’s not it.”

He chuckled sipping the drink he had in his bag and held out a fresh bottle of water to her.

“I mean it. You’ve got a way of keeping everything together. It’s impressive.”

Bee smiled, feeling a warmth in his words that she hadn’t expected to feel.

“Thanks, Jay. That actually means a lot coming from you.”

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, both enjoying the peace of the empty arena. Finally, Bee spoke up again.

“You know, you’ve surprised me, Jay White. You’re not just the flirt everyone thinks you are.”

Jay looked at her, his expression serious for once but with a softness in his eyes.

“People see what they want to see, Bee. But you… you took the time to see more. And I appreciate that.”

Bee nodded, feeling a connection forming that was deeper than just friendship.

“I guess we’re both full of surprises.”

Jay leaned back, a genuine smile spreading across his face.

“I guess we are.”

“And from that moment on I knew my life would never be the same, now look at us married and enjoying our honeymoon in New Zealand.” Jay looked over at Bee as she adjusted her sunglasses wearing the same smile that captured his heart. They have been lying on the beach together reminiscing about the early days of their relationship.

“Feels like it was yesterday instead of four years ago now. You were so serious I thought I’d never crack that shell of yours.”

Jay mused, his voice low and gentle, not wanting to disturb the calm they had settled into.

Bee opened one eye and gave him a mock glare.

“Maybe I liked keeping you on your toes, White. Besides, you were insufferable back then.”

Jay laughed, a deep, warm sound that made Bee smile as he adjusted his sunglasses.

“I’ll give you that. But come on, admit it you were a little impressed with my persistence. Right?”

She rolled her eyes playfully as she reached out to poke his stomach.

“More like annoyed. But… I guess I was eventually a little curious. You were different from most of the guys I’ve met in the business. And I mean that in the best way possible.”

Jay chuckled, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from her face.

“I hoped I’d win you over eventually. Just had to show you the real me even if it took you turning me down a lot to do so.”

Bee’s smile softened, and she turned on her side to face him.

“Yeah, you did. And I’m glad you did.”

She paused, a thoughtful expression crossing her face.

“I was so focused on proving myself, on keeping things strictly professional while also making sure my walls I’d built didn’t crumble. I never thought I’d end up falling for someone like you.”

“Someone like me?”

He teased, raising an eyebrow as he wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her onto his chest.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Bee laughed, a light, warm sound that Jay loved more every time that he heard it.

“You know exactly what I mean. Mr. ‘Switchblade’ Jay White, the notorious flirt, and ladies' man.”

Jay feigned a hurt expression, placing a hand on his chest as she smiled down at him.

 “Ouch. That’s how you see me?”

A smile crossed her face as she shook her head pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“Not anymore. Now I see the guy who stayed up late to help me in the production truck, who took time to listen to my crazy stories, and who made me feel seen when I needed it most. I see the guy who’s got a bigger heart than he lets on.”

“And who is also incredible sexy and your new husband.”

“Yeah yeah sexy and my husband.”

She said as his hands continued to slide over her back as they listened to the waves hitting the shore for a bit longer until a smirk slowly crossed his face.

“You know something, it’s been a while since I’ve shown you how much I love you.”

“We literally did it twice this morning.”

“Yeah, but this is our honeymoon a third time won’t kill us.”

He chuckled standing up and lifting her in his arms as he made his way back towards their beach house. Bee couldn’t help but laugh again as she wrapped her arms around his neck pressing soft kisses to his sun heated skin. That was one of the things she loved about being so close to the water; it didn’t take them very long to get from the beach to the bedroom.

When Jay laid her on the bed, he quickly removed their swimsuits, placing hot wet kisses against her skin. Her hands tangled in his hair as he didn’t bother wasting time before parting her legs and sinking into her wet heat. Their soft gasps and moans soon filled the room as Jay sank into her repeatedly. His lips moving against hers with a hunger that still managed to make her insides quiver. His fingers pinched her nipples smirking as she cried out his name, that was a sound he’d never get tired of.

“Jay please.”

“Shh let go for me baby we’re just getting started.”

[sandinthemachine]

Dance Party

König x Ghost x Reader

Your boyfriends don't dance, but that won't stop you from trying to convince them anyway :)

Warnings/tags: Drinking, unedited nonsense, but otherwise none really. Simon is forced to have fun because I said so. König tries to get you to headbang while drunk. Good stuff. This is just a fun one I thought of while listening to Rasputin because who wouldn't look hot as hell dancing to that

Words: 1331

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"Woo!" you cheer as Soap spins dramatically, dancing phenomenally badly between you and Gaz while you all laugh, drinks in hand.

The team has the next few days off, so of course you and Soap made a liquor run and Gaz set up his speaker, and the three of you are having a blast in the common room.

Soap cheers, stumbling backwards a bit as he takes another heavy swig of his glass. You catch him with a giggle as you both spin to Gaz.

"Come on, Gaz, I know you can dance, let's go!"

He laughs, placing his drink down. "If you insist."

He bows dramatically before hitting a move perfectly on beat, spinning and tapping his feet in a complicated freestyle that has you and Soap howling his name. "Gaz, Gaz, Gaz, YEAHHH!"

He laughs as the song ends, picking up his drink again, and the three of you turn to the couch shoved up to the wall where a few others sit watching you three.

"Price!" you call, running over as your captain shakes his head emphatically. "Come on, I bet there's a great dancer hiding under there, let's go."

He glares at you, but Soap and Gaz are already on either side of him, pulling him to his feet and to the center of your little dancefloor. "Come on, Captain," Gaz pleads. "Give us a little something."

Price groans, bouncing his shoulders a bit and waving his fists to the beat.

"Fucking beautiful," Soap slurs, swaying into Gaz. You both steady the Sergeant, and Price takes the opportunity to slip from the room. You'll probably get reprimanded tomorrow, but it was worth it.

"Aww," you whine. "No one's dancing."

The only person left on the couch now is König, who has been nursing a bottle and keeping an eye on you the whole night. Simon never comes to these things.

You pout, making your way over to flop on the couch. "Köniiiig. Dance with me."

He shakes his head, one hand catching your drink before you accidentally dump it into his lap.

You hear your name being called and notice the music has been turned off. Soap is gone somewhere, probably to a bathroom, and Gaz has hoisted his speaker up over his shoulder. "I'm turning in for the night." He gives you both a nod, smiling. "See ya tomorrow."

He leaves and you sigh, sinking into the cushions. "I wanted to dance a bit more."

König shrugs, gently pulling your drink out of your hand. "Let's get you back."

-

As soon as König places you down in the entryway you giggle, running to the counter to pull your phone out. You look back over your shoulder, grinning at him standing there with his arms crossed.

You press play and spin around fully, clasping your hands behind your back as you saunter over to him. The music bounces off the walls, and you already feel your shoulders and hips swaying as you grab his forearms and pull them down. "Dance with me."

He glances to the side, the muscles in his neck tensing.

"König, there's no one else here. Just for a bit?"

You frown, watching him tilt his head back with a dramatic groan. "Fine. But not to this."

He walks over to turn your phone off, pulling out his own and cranking the volume up with a smile. "This is much better."

He presses play and his phone booms, the sound of his metal playlist thundering around the room.

"König," you laugh, "I am wayyy too drunk to be headbanging right now."

"You wanted me to dance."

"Yes, but," you trail off as he pulls you in by your hips, quirking an eyebrow up at you. "Ok, just a few songs and then we slow down."

He smirks. "Deal."

Before you can react he pulls you in tight, bouncing on his heels with a laugh as he drops his body to the beat, pausing with you just above the floor. You scream, slamming a palm over your mouth as he pulls you up again. "Too much?"

"A little."

He nods. "Sorry. How about this?"

He pulls you up to wrap your legs around his waist, giving him the freedom to bounce and swing his body however he wants, headbanging over your shoulder.

You can't help it, you burst out in a loud guffaw.

He slows a bit, laughing too. "What's so funny?"

"I'm not even dancing," you pant. "I'm just along for the ride."

He swings his head back and forth to a harder riff, hair flying around his face. "Still counts," he yells.

"No it doesnnnnn't!" You screech, clinging to him as he throws his body back and forth again, both of you cackling together as he spins.

-

He does stick to his word, though, and puts you down to change it after a few songs. His face is flushed, and his grin splits his face in a way that would be borderline terrifying if you didn't love him so much.

You turn it back to your trashy party tunes, promising him you two can dance to his playlist when you're a bit more sober.

With a flourish, you spin and jump across the kitchen to him, pulling his hands over your hips. "Now we can both dance."

He huffs. "We just were."

You wave your hips back and forth, but he doesn't move, just chewing his lip a bit.

"Come on," you soothe. "It's just like what we were doing before but my feet are on the ground this time. Don't think about it too much."

He makes a nervous little sound in his throat but lets you sway him, lifting his hand to spin under him before pulling him close again. "See? I'm already a shitty dancer, you can't embarrass yourself any more than I can."

"We'll see about that."

"Will we now?"

He smirks, his hands tightening as he starts to really dance with you, bouncing to the beat and spinning with you clamped to his chest. You're too drunk to do anything more complicated than that, but he seems to enjoy himself anyway, laughing as you get more and more excited, practically jumping up and down in front of him.

The gravelly sound of a throat being cleared pulls you both out of it, and you turn to see Simon walk into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes.

Oh no, was he trying to sleep?

You open your mouth to apologize, but König is already grinning above you. "Simon!" he calls, jumping over to the disgruntled Brit. "Come dance with us."

Simon levels him with a signature glare, only to grunt in surprise as König bends over, throwing Simon over his shoulder and careening to the center of the kitchen before putting him down.

You freeze, holding your breath and ready to intervene.

Then Simon Riley laughs.

Not a chuckle. Not a snort.

Simon fucking Riley looks up at König's reddened face and wild hair and laughs, a roughened rush of air you'd never heard his lungs make before, and you hope you hear again.

You breathe a sigh of relief, leaning against the counter to catch your breath as you watch König take charge, spinning the pair around and waving his body, making the other man smile. Simon doesn't sway at all, but he lets König lead him around the room, clasping their hands together in a dramatic march before the Austrian throws their hands up and spins under them.

König giggles, spinning again before stumbling to the side.

Immediately Simon is catching him, hoisting him up against his chest with a shake of his head.

"Alright, time for bed, big guy."

König leans his head back to wink at you upside down. "I knew he was a dancer."

You give him a proud thumbs up, watching him flip back over to give the Brit a loud kiss on his cheek.

It's the first time you've ever seen Simon blush.

[goodluckclove]

So apparently when I drink enough to start posing real questions (such as "what spec fiction author would be the most fun to party with"), my body reacts poorly and I end up with insomnia. I've been lying in bed for about four and a half hours just pondering before I realized I'm an adult and I can just change locations.

I'm in the living room now. Bob seems happy for the attention. And I'd like to share my central ponder of the night, centered around how much of a bummer it is that like most of the online queer centered spaces I've seen consist of rampant in-fighting.

Stay with me here. Seriously this is a long one I'm very tired.

I'm not coming from some nonsense centrist place of no conflict ever. I just feel like so much queer conversation I see is either vague blanket support, or a massive thread that somehow starts in the middle of an argument. And as someone who is not necessarily old, but definitely not active online, this is super isolating.

I think it's a really interesting anthropological concept that as queer culture develops it becomes more niche and simultaneously more vague. That's cool. The downside is that I am now the human embodiment of that Griffin Mcelroy meme about not knowing what something is and being too afraid to ask. And every time I see someone who is clearly super passionate about some queer take, I really want to ask why they think what they do or how they came to that conclusion, but holy shit that feels dangerous.

Like it's not an immediate invalidation to ask why. More modern queer identities are so varied there's a very good chance two people experiencing the same circumstances might have two radically different reasons and ways to get there. I am at the point where I no longer think anyone can speak for our collective queer experience unless they use the broadest of terms. I'm genuinely just grieving that we're immediately giving each other shit over variations instead of getting together and comparing notes.

Oh but Google is free - fuck off. Like straight up. That shit flies for the surface level information and it's crazy to me that more people don't acknowledge that. Google is free for people who think there's only one intersex variation. Google is free for people who really want to know if scissoring is real. At this point in society there are multiple generations of queer people (or people in general) with multiple senses of online validity. Someone who grew up in the 90s might trust a more traditional source for information rather than a google doc or Tumblr post or reddit thread or tiktok, and by that logic they aren't really going to be convinced by any Googling they do for a lot of new cultural shifts.

Like I was a teen with shit opinions. I was snarky about "transtrenders" who used neopronouns. Not online or to anyone - I wasn't a complete dipshit - but I definitely thought it. If I posted about it online I'd say all the regular arguments and the opposing side would say all their regular arguments and we'd block each other and accomplish nothing.

Which would be a massive shame because one of my shining qualities is my ability to admit when I'm wrong. There's a much better alternate reality in which I did post about how people who think you don't need dysphoria to be trans are cringe, and some kind trans person asked why I thought that. Because then I'd say something like because everyone wants to be trans that doesn't mean you're just allowed to say you are.

And then they'd probably be like yeah maybe you should talk to more people about this and consider where you're coming from, saving me like ten years of gatekeeping myself from my own identity.

Like I tried the Googling thing for something niche that I'm curious about. I learned about aplatonicism recently and was like huh. New info. But every post I see in the aplatonic tag is already angry about being aplatonic so I'm not about to take space with my own curiosity.

But after scrolling a Reddit thread I am more confused than ever. I don't know what a squish is, friends. I mean, I know the definition - but my brain doesn't think of human relationships like that. People were talking about having friends that they love but they don't have squish love or friend love, also aplatonic describes some autistic people, also also aplatonic is a word specifically used for aromantic people who don't want QPRs. I don't think any of this is wrong. I do think that it is so much information that it cancels out in my brain, and now I kind of just think aplatonic is a word that means things sometimes. And that's not what I want.

I'm being self indulgent because I don't think anyone is reading this far and I'm feeling relaxed because I took an Adderall earlier today and I feel like I can actually think for the first time in months. I want to ask some aplatonic people what they think "friend love" is supposed to be compared to what they feel for their friends, if they have them. If they don't have a need for friends, I am very curious to know what they think about the friend list function on virtually every social media website and game. Like this is not a bit. I've been awake in bed for almost five hours and it occurred to me that might be a bummer. Maybe some people use them out of convenience, but I think it would be interesting to meet a person who's so staunch in their philosophy that they just don't. I feel like there's probably a lot of aplatonic people who are like just straight up not online and don't even know that's their vibe.

I want to ask some loveless aros what they consider to be positive emotions or motivations in their lives. Like I'm so full of love for virtually anything that the concept of not having that emotion across the board makes me wonder if something else fills the space. Like do loveless aros love ideas? Do they love their hobbies? I don't think aromantics are sociopaths at all, I've just seen people who both say that loveless is reclaiming a slur and also defining a lack of love and I'd like to know more about both.

I saw a post on my feed about how anyone should be allowed to get gender affirming surgery even if they aren't trans. I don't disagree. That argument has honestly never occured to me and I really wish I could've asked why someone would want that. Because "a cis man might want a vagina" is valid, but doesn't fly in terms of actual logistics. You have to make so many appointments and wait for so long and answer so many questions. I'm aware my opinion on this is heavily biased by being Agender and actively ridding my body of as many secondary sexual characteristics as quickly as possible. I am not immune to the propaganda of my own identity. I would just like to have an in-depth conversation with a cis man that wants a vagina and ask why and also if they think it's worth the maintenance. Because, like, there IS maintenance.

I'm not doing it to judge. If this hypothetical man is like "yeah I know I'd have to keep up with the upkeep and maybe wear hormone patches from now on, but structurally it makes sense for my view of my own manhood", I'd be like "that's really interesting, I considered adding a penis to my architecture but then decided that it would probably be a sensory nightmare for me. I'm surprised so many cis men can ride a bike."

And then maybe he'd say "where do you think cis men put their pensises when they ride a bike?" To which I would say "I don't know the mechanics of a penis and at this point the thought of learning in which direction I'd have to stick my hypothetical one makes me anxious."

And then he'd kind of scoff bemusedly, and we'd go out together for banh mis.

I think at this point in my rant I'm realizing that my major issue here is that the world as a whole is not friendly to genuine curiosity. I also get triggered by hate bait, and it bothers me that I can't pull the subject of the cringe fuel aside and be like what are you doing? Like, not judgementally. I want you to explain to me what you are doing and why it's important to you.

I don't think it'll convince me every time, but I'm pretty sure I'd be like "ah, okay. Makes sense." And then move on with a greater understanding of the growth of humanity.

And also we can get banh mis.

I really want a bahn mi but I can't bike to get one or else my guts will fall out. Gender affirming surgery is a mistake for the sole reason that it prevents me from yummy Vietnamese sandwiches.

Kidding. I'm kidding, not having a uterus anymore has been pretty cool.

The sun came up.

Fuck.

[ssaeri]

the taste of home

☆ tags: harvey & gn!reader, harvey tells everyone to eat home-cooked meals because they're better for you (dialogue line), you find out that he mostly eats microwave meals, gift-giving is this farmer's love language, can be read ROMANTICALLY ☆

Maru startles when you enter the clinic, her galaxy-themed pen pausing over a stack of paperwork. Once she realizes that it's just you, her shoulders drop, a half-smile blossoming on her lips.

"Scared me," she says with a huff of a laugh. She closes the manila folder and tucks it away, the motion smooth with practiced efficiency. "I thought I forgot about an appointment or something."

"That's nonsense, Mar. Nothing could ever get past you. I swear you eat organizational tabs for breakfast," you say, waving off her concern. Leaning over the counter, you drop your chin into a palm. "Is the doctor in?"

Her amused expression turns into an eye roll, and she jabs a thumb over her shoulder. "In the private examination room, I think, but make sure you knock first. Last I saw, he was cleaning out the cabinet, and I really don't want to help clean up another jump scare."

"I do it because it's fun to tease him, not to make your job harder," you insist. Opening up your bag, you rummage around for a few seconds before pulling out a glass jar. "But just as an apology for what happened last week, I brought you this. My best strawberry preserves for the best nurse in Pelican Town."

"I'm the only nurse in Pelican Town," she retorts, but still, she hums appreciatively as she takes it, fingers dancing over her name on the lid. You already know that she and Demetrius buy half of your stock at Pierre's, even if she says that they share with the entire family. "While you're back there, can you tell Dr. Harvey that I'm clocking out in fifteen minutes? We were supposed to discuss a patient today, but I think he forgot. I'll finish up here and touch base with him tomorrow."

"Yes, ma'am."

You send her a two-fingered salute that she vaguely returns. Then you disappear into the corridor that melts into the clinic's main hallway. Other than the waiting room you were in, the hallway leads to four other places: the patient room, which holds privacy curtains, two soft beds, and a firm bed that you've grown to dislike after all your Skull Cavern emergency surgeries; the stairway up to Harvey's apartment, blocked by two metal doors; the back of the reception desk; and a private examination room, which doubles as Harvey's office.

Harvey's in there now, back to the door, hands on his hips as he surveys the mess by his feet. His green blazer is flung over the exam bed, and he has his sleeves rolled to his elbows. An end of the day vibe, for sure. You look over your shoulder and see Maru staring at you, pretending to rapt her knuckles on her desk. Fine, you mouth, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. Satisfied, she turns back to her work.

"Knock, knock," you sing at Harvey's door. Despite your announcement, he jumps, hand over his heart as he whirls around. His brown eyes are wide behind his glasses.

"Farmer," he sighs. "You scared me."

"Not the first time I heard that today," you laugh, striding into the room. Behind you, you hear Maru's door click closed. "Your lovely nurse said that she's clocking out soon, by the way. Fifteen minutes."

He glances at his watch. "Oh dear, is it already that time? I guess I got distracted by all the supplies." He drags a hand down his face. "I ordered a new shipment of bandage wrap yesterday, only to find a brand new box in the back. Apparently I did this last time, too. I need to spend my next free day taking inventory."

"I'll just make a few more trips to Skull Cavern and use those right up," you say, but when his glare snaps to your face, you hold up your hands placatingly. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Do you need any help right now?"

He pauses, surveying the stacked boxes, but finally sighs a soft No. "I'll just leave things like this so that I remember tomorrow. Why don't you head upstairs and get settled first? I think the coffee machine is about ready to go."

Now it's your turn to shoot him a look. "How many cups have you had today?"

He flushes. "O-only one this morning! Please don't say anything. Can you just set up the table upstairs?"

You tsk, pretending to be disappointed, if only to get back at him for always giving unsolicited health advice. But he's been helping you a lot lately, so you guess you can cut him a break.

As always, the smell of coffee lingers in the air, growing stronger as you trudge up the stairs. When you first befriended him, it was the only thing you knew he liked. He made sure to always have a tumbler in hand as he walked to the river in the afternoons, and you took note of it. Twice a week, you dropped by to give him a warm cup, which he always took appreciatively, but Maru was quick to tell you what else Harvey liked. You don't want to encourage him, she said mysteriously.

You started giving him more pickles after that.

His room is bathed in orange as the sun sets, light catching on the airplane models scattered across his dining table. They look untouched, frozen in the same positions as last week. Not much to set up, then. You flick on the overhead light and make your way to the kitchen.

Though it’s more of a break room than a kitchen, now that you think about it. You’ve only been over here once or twice. Between the microwave and coffee machine, there’s barely any counter space left, and you wonder how he ever gets any cooking done without a stove. He told you once that he mostly eats food from the Stardrop Saloon, but…your eyes narrow. What about all his lectures about home-cooked meals?

You move around clumsily, unsure of where everything is. Eventually, you find two mugs in the overhead cabinet, coffee packets in the drawer, sugar cubes in a cute little jar you gifted him the other month. The machine whirs and dribbles fresh coffee into the waiting mugs. Just as they top off, you hear footsteps on the stairs.

“Hey, Harvey?” you call out. “Do you have any milk or cream?”

“I have vanilla creamer in the fridge, second shelf,” he replies, but then you hear a sharp intake. “Wait, I’ll get it—”

Too late. You’ve already opened his fridge. The bottle of creamer is there—you pull it out and set it on the counter—but it’s also the only thing there other than half a head of lettuce.

“What the hell?” You scan the empty shelves. “Do you need to go grocery shopping? Pierre’s is closed, but Joja’s open late if you need to pick anything up.”

“No need, I’ll go shopping tomorrow,” he says, hurrying over. He squeezes past you, puts a dash of cream in each mug, and pushes the coffee into your hands. “Go and sit down. I’ll put this away.”

“Oookay.” You furrow your brows. What’s going on? “I’m kind of in the mood for iced coffee, though. Can I let my cup cool in the freezer for a bit and add ice to it?”

“Yes.”

A beat of silence.

“Do you mind…opening the freezer so I can put the mug in? My hands are a little full.”

“Right! Um, why don’t I do that and you sit down first?”

“Harv, I’m already holding the mugs. You just have to open the door. What’re you hiding in there, a dead body?”

You laugh; he doesn’t. Your chuckles die out, leaving the both of you to stand there in silence. If the townspeople were to pick your worst quality, it would probably be your stubbornness—a trait that rears its head now as you stand there, watching Harvey’s flush spread down his neck.

Finally, he sputters a resigned Okay and opens his freezer.

Behind his ice trays are stacks of Joja Mart frozen meals, everything ranging from meatloaf to fries to pizza to peas to chicken parmesan. He shifts a bag of carrots to make room for your coffee. When the door is closed again, you finally find your words.

“So…I guess I found your secret,” you say, making your way to the table and setting down his cup.

“I just don’t have time to cook for myself,” he insists, trailing behind you, “and when I do have free time, I’m too tired.”

“I’m not judging.” You shrug. “I mean, I’m not one to talk. I eat algae from the river and cookies from the trash.”

His face drains. “Wait, you eat what from the—”

“If you’re ever free, though, you can always join me on the farm for dinner. Or I can drop you off some lunch once in a while. I make big portions and freeze them for the week, and I don’t mind sharing.” You wave a hand at the airplane models in front of you. “Think of it as thank you for helping me out with these.”

“That’s…very kind of you, Farmer,” he says after a pause. His fingers curl around the back of a chair. “I might take your offer some time.”

You shoot him a smile. “Great. Now keep that gratitude in mind as we start working on these again.”

[library-ghoulette]

Under the Spell - Chapter 2/?

Pairing: Mary Goore x f!OC

Rating: Mature (mostly for language, SFW, later chapters will be NSFW)

Tags: first person POV, unnamed Sister of Sin OC, he/they Mary Goore, slowburn, banter, jealousy, stressed out overachiever, if I don't admit that I'm attracted to you then it's not really happening

Words: 1704

Summary: Mary Goore is spending the summer at the Abbey to assist with the Ghost Project when one of the Sisters of Sin catches his eye. Can they find love--or even just a place to hook up--under the wrathful gaze of Sister Imperator? (chapter one)

A/N: Sorry not sorry ghesties, but I love a slowburn. And making them fight! It's their foreplay, I promise.

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divider by @gothdaddyissues

I spend the next week haunted by Mary Goore. They don’t appear again at the courtyard bench where I take my furtive stress-smoking breaks–not that I hope they will–but that seems like the only place in the Abbey unmarked by their presence.

Everywhere else? They seem to follow like a song I hate but can’t get out of my head. They brush past me in the hall on my way to class. They’re leaving Sister Imperator’s office right when I need to talk to her about something. They even sit on the far end of my pew during mass–which I’m sure they only attend to annoy me–leaning forward across the other worshippers to catch my eye and wave.

They talk too loudly, and they laugh too much, and I have no idea how they’re managing to get any work done for the Ghost Project when they never seem to be in the music room. Why would they do any work, when they could be following me? 

Or when he could be sitting across from me in the dining hall, surrounded by a gaggle of Sisters, all of whom are looking up at him with bright smiles, playing with their hair and giggling at remarks that I’m certain couldn’t have been that fucking funny, touching his arm and–

My roommate nearly shouts my name from across the table, and I snap my attention back to her. 

“I’m sorry, what?”

She sighs. “I was saying, that’s so annoying.”

“What is?” I realize that I’ve lost the thread of our conversation so thoroughly that she could be talking about anything from being put on extra cleaning duty to the cafeteria not having the good french fries today, and I have no idea which. 

She flaps a hand Mary’s direction. I look over just long enough for them to catch my eye and give me a wink before I turn away again. 

“See, that’s what I’m talking about. He acts like he owns the place, and everyone falls all over themselves trying to get his attention.” She adjusts the clip holding back her profusion of dark curls and says something that I don’t quite catch, because there’s another wave of giggles from Mary’s table and I look over to see him stretching his arms over his head, the hem of his shirt rising just enough to reveal a sliver of pale skin right above his studded belt–

“Huh?” I ask, when my roommate reaches out to poke my hand.

“I said, I’m glad you’re not taking part in all that nonsense.”

“Oh. Yeah, I uh… I don’t really see the appeal.”

She gives me a suspicious look, eyes narrowing and lips twisting to the side in an expression that I know too well. “You’ve been so spacey lately.”

“Yeah, I know.” I drop my eyes to my plate, dragging my fork through the remnants of my salad. “I’m just kind of stressed out about my classes and everything.”

“Well, if you want to do some extra studying together, let me know,” she says. “The summer is going to be over before we know it, and if you want Sister Imperator to approve you to take your vows this fall–”

“Yeah, that would probably be good,” I cut her off, before she can fully launch into yet another reminder of why I’m spending my summer studying instead of… whatever it is that fun people do with their summers. “I’m free tomorrow after–oh shit, what time is it?”

She checks her watch. “Uh, 1:30?”

I swear under my breath, a litany of shitshitshit as I gather my things. “I’m half an hour late for my library shift.”

“Go on,” she says, stopping me as I toss my trash onto my tray. “I’ve got this.”

I might feel annoyed with myself for eliciting the look of concerned pity she gives me, if I had the time to spare. As it is, I almost sprint out the door and across the Abbey to the library.

I stash my bag in the librarian’s office with my apologies, shrug on my cardigan to ward off the air-conditioned chill, and collect a cart of books ready to be returned to their shelves.

I love my shifts in the Ministry library, hours when  I can disappear into soothing work, cushioned by the susurrus of research happening all around me, the turning of pages and the tapping keys forming the perfect backdrop for my thoughts. 

I’m looking forward to resuming the comfort of my usual routine, to clearing my mind and maybe passively mulling over Secondo’s notes on my most recent Latin translation. But when I locate the correct range and turn down the aisle, an all-too-familiar disheveled head peeks around the next shelf, stopping me short.

“What are you doing here?” I hiss.

“Research?” Mary offers.

“Nice try, but try again.”

“Okay, fine. I saw you giving me the eye back there in the cafeteria. Thought you might want some company.”

“You followed me?” I can already feel that tell-tale blush that I hate creeping up out of my collar and across the face, the one that makes people confuse pissed off for something else.

Mary grimaces as they approach. “Followed makes it sound creepy.”

“It is”--my words come out louder than I intend, and I catch myself, because they are not going to bait me into making a scene in the middle of the library--”it is creepy. Go away.”

Of course, he doesn’t go away. 

“Are you trying to deny a humble seeker of knowledge the opportunity to improve their mind and grow in their dark faith?” he asks, voice dripping affronted piety as he plucks a book from the shelf at random. 

“Fine,” I sigh. “But be quiet. And don’t bother me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” They lean against the shelf and flip the book open with an exaggerated motion that makes me cringe for the poor book’s spine. I try to go back to my work, but I can feel their eyes on me, and it can’t be more than a minute before they’re talking again.

“Did you know that weird Cardinal has, like, a whole stash of antique porn hidden in here somewhere?” Mary asks, snaping the book shut, voice getting progressively louder. “I hear it’s the really weird stuff!”

I hear a grumble from one of the nearby study carrels as someone shoots us a glare, and I shush Mary with a light slap on the arm with the book I’m holding.

“Shut up. And go away.” I turn to shelve the book in my hand. “I’m trying to work.”

Mary doesn’t leave, just cocks their head at me mischievously and rubs the spot where I hit them, right over the devil inked into their skin. “Sure, I’ll go away. If you come meet me tonight.”

The retort is poised on the tip of my tongue, but to my surprise, what comes out of my mouth is, “Meet you? Where?”

“The cemetery.”

I shake my head. “No.”

“It’ll be fun.”

“No, Goore.”

“Ugh! So impersonal!” He clasps a hand over his heart, wounded. “Don’t you think we’re on a first-name basis, babe?”

“No. And I’ve told you not to call me that.”

I start to wheel the book cart away, rolling down the aisle to the next range of books I have to shelve, finished with this conversation. But Mary’s hand shoots out, grabbing me gently around my upper arm, their calloused touch setting off sparks inside me, sparks that I refuse to label as anything other than anger.

I’m about to say something scathing, but they lean close, and the openness of their expression stays my tongue.

“I’m sorry,” they say. “I’m an asshole, I know. But seriously. The cemetery, midnight. We’ll have a little picnic, just you and me.” A lopsided grin. “It’ll be nice.”

I bite my lip, considering, looking down at their hand where it still rests on my arm. For whatever reason, I don’t shrug it off. And they don’t take it away.

Here is the part when I say no, I think. But what I say instead is, “Maybe.”

Mary smirks like he knows, just knows, that “maybe” really means “yes,” and it makes me want to take it back now to spite him. But I can see where the conversation goes next if I say no: the way he will relish teasing me for not having the guts while I get increasingly flushed and flustered, looking every bit the good girl being pestered by the bad boy who won’t leave her alone. Worse, looking like the good girl who doesn’t want the bad boy to leave her alone.

They’re leaning in close enough now that I can smell them: clinging smoke, the salty tang of sweat, and something spicy and earthy. There is a small voice inside of me that urges me to lean in closer, to breathe in more of that oddly intoxicating scent. That small voice assures me that if I just tilt my head up ever so slightly and close my eyes, then Mary will meet me halfway. 

Stupid. What would I want that for? He’s distracting, and annoying, and–

“Midnight,” he says again, breaking my train of thought and the inexplicable spell I had fallen under. “Don’t be late.”

I roll my eyes. “Maybe,” I say again.

“I’ll take maybe.” They squeeze my arm gently, briefly, before finally releasing me, having gotten what they wanted from me. 

I should let them go, should be relieved to be left alone, left to get back to the work I’m here to do. But for reasons unknown even to me, I say, “I’ve seen it, by the way.” 

It works: they turn back, intrigued. “Seen what?”

“Cardinal Copia’s porn collection.” Nonchalant, eyes cast down as I rearrange a misfiled book on my cart.

“No shit? Was it weird?”

I shrug, leveling him with a deliberate gaze. “I’ve seen weirder.”

And just for a moment, I’m rewarded with the rarest of occurrences: Mary Goore rendered speechless. 

And then one of those smiles that says I’ve won this round, while promising that there will be another.

“See you tonight, Sister.”

[tangerinesgf]

You Look Happier Pt.2

Tangerine x fem!reader

Summary: Tangerine left because he thought you’d be better off without him, but neither of you really moved on.

Tags/Warnings: language, jealousy, smut, bit of angst, cheating

Disclaimer: English is not my first language and I didn’t proofread it, cuz I'm lazy and really wanted to get this out there :)

A/N: this got a bit longer than I intended it to be, but I was having too much fun with it so I couldn’t help myself. Hope you like it too!!

18+ Minors DNI!!

Tangerine had been sure leaving you had been the right decision. It’s like he said on the night he left, what he had to offer you was no life, no matter how much he loved you. He still believed that. He also still loved you. 

That made the way you had talked to him sting ever more. You had every right to hate him. Tangerine certainly hated himself for leaving you, but he had seen no other option at that time. 

Of course you had moved on. He didn’t expect you to just wait around for him all your life in the hope that one day he would change his mind. Partially because up till one week ago, he’d never planned to. 

Yet here he was in his car outside of you apartment building, deciding if he ought to go in or not. Tangerine knows he shouldn’t, he left you. He had made that decision. Then how come he’s here, almost crawling back to you after he saw you with some guy that wasn’t him. Fucking hypocritical it is. 

He started at your window for another 10 minutes before finally giving in. Fuck it. If he was gonna do it he might as well get it over with. He slammed his car door shut and pulled his coat together, making his way over to the entrance of the building. 

As he walked up the stairs to your apartment he thought of what he was going to say, but by the time he was standing in front of your door his mind was still blank. 

He was about to knock on the door, finally having found the courage when he heard a voice coming up behind him.

“Hey.” Tangerine recognized the man from the pictures in your apartment. Your boyfriend. He looked okay, fancy with his grey suit and slicked back hair. Guess you had a type. 

“Hello.” 

“Can I help you?” 

Fuck, yeah... what was he doing here exactly?

“Uh, yeah, I used to be friends with your partner, thought I’d stop by, but if you’re busy I can always come back later.” Meaning never, Tangerine didn’t think he’d find the courage in himself to try this again. 

“Nonsense, we’re about to have dinner, I’m sure she’d love to see an old friend.” 

Great...he’s fuckin' polite too.

Tangerine gives him a smile he hopes doesn’t come off as forced and steps aside so the fancy prick can open the door. He just now realizes he doesn’t actually know his name. 

“I’m Richard by the way.” introducing himself as he walks inside.

“Tangerine.” he mumbled back, not really in the mood for any fruit related questions. 

At the reveal of his name, nothing happens on the man's face, no sort of recognition, suggesting he's never heard about Tangerine before. Meaning you'd never mentioned him, at least not by his name. He shouldn’t care, you were allowed to move on. That’s all Tangerine had wanted when he left, for you to find someone better then him.

Maybe you had referred to him as your 'arsehole ex'. He wouldn't blame you if you did.

However before Richard can respond, you walked into the living room, probably having heard the front door.  

"Hey, honey."

You immediately ran for your boyfriend, completely missing Tangerine standing awkwardly by the door as you hugged him.

The man pulled back to give you a kiss on your cheek, then gesturing to Tangerine who had to watch all of that while trying not to vomit.

"Look who I found at the front door."

The smile on your face fell instantly once your eyes landed on Tangerine.

"Tangerine?" You breathed out just loud enough for him to hear on the other side of the room.

Richard was still painfully obliviously to the situation at hand.

"Why don't you two catch up and I'll get supper ready, hopefully you made enough for 3."

"Oh that won't be necessary, love, Tangerine's not staying." You said looking straight into his eyes. "He has places to be, don’t ya Tan?"

He was gonna say yes and just leave. He really was, but apparently his brain had other plans. “Actually I’m free all night, darlin’.” 

'Darling' was whispered just loud enough so only you could hear it. You glared daggers at him, what in the hell was he up to?

"Wonderful.” Richard shouted from the kitchen.

Dinner was one of the hardest things he’d ever had to sit through. It was in moments like this Tangerine wished he had better social skills. He had to admit you were fairly good at pretending the two of you were actually old friends, painfully good. 

Richard was probably one of the nicest guys he’d ever met. God knows he wouldn’t have just let an old friend who also happened to be a guy visit you out of the blue. There was always a reason beyond just catching up, Tangerine himself was the perfect example of that. 

He should be happy for you, he couldn’t imagine that the prick wasn’t giving you everything you deserved and more. But seeing the two of you looked at each other and the way he kept his hand firm on your thigh he couldn’t help but think that it should be him. 

His jealousy is acting up again and he hates it. Both you and Lemon told him he should talk to someone, but he never did. He didn’t need it without you. The longer the night went on the more frustrated he got. The kissing and stomach-churning pet names were driving him fuckin’ insane.

Just as he went to put his arm around you again, Tangerine’s self-restraint broke.

"Will you quit fuckin' doing that?" He regretted it the moment the words left his mouth. He couldn’t help it, it just slipped out. Richard just stared at him in confusion, while you on the other hand

“Tangerine, can I talk to you? In private.” you said, wrangling yourself out of Richard’s grip to stand up.

He was sure you could see the frustration on his face, not quite sure how Richard didn’t notice since Tangerine felt like he was about to explode. 

“Of course, yeah.” 

He followed you to your bedroom, waiting until you locked the door behind you. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you? You look like you’re about to burst a fucking vein.” At that moment it looked like you yourself might burst one, clearly agitated by his childish behavior. 

“What's wrong with me?! That fucker is holding onto you like he fuckin' owns you.” Tangerine knows he has no right to be bothered by it, but he can’t help it. 

“We’re dating, Tan, you used to do the exact same thing, remember?” you said matter-of-factly. 

He did in fact remember that. God did he miss the feeling of you tucked into his side as the two of you fell asleep on the couch to your favorite show.

“Yea, but he’s not me.” Tangerine stated as he took a step towards you. 

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” 

“It means, love, that every time that prick touches you I want to cut his fuckin’ arms off.” Another step.

Tangerine slightly lifted your chin up with his hand. You didn’t recall when he had gotten so close to you. For a moment you stay like that, a loud silence filling the room. 

The next moment his lips were on yours, kissing you hard. His hands roamed all over you from your hair to the curves of your body. There were no words that could describe how much he missed this. Missed you.

For a moment you allowed yourself to kiss him back, getting lost in the way his lips felt on yours. It was too long before you fully registered what was happening. Too long before you finally pushed Tangerine away from you.

“The hell was that?” You tried to get your breathing under control as you backed away from him.

Tangerine could tell you were trying to come off as angry, but found it impossible to take you seriously. Your lips were slightly puffed and your cheeks were red. Hair messed up from where he had grabbed at it before. God you were beautiful.

“Tangerine, why did you come here?” 

“Because I thought I could move on, that I could forget about ya, but it’s been 2 years and I still think about you every single day.” You could tell from the way he’s looking at you that it’s true, but that didn’t change anything. He still left you. 

"You have no right." You scoffed. 

"You can't just come in here and expect me to throw away my entire life for you after you left me!” You said, careful not to yell too loud. 

“You don't think I know that? You think I like being like this, love?” Tangerine stepped closer again. You tried to back away, but were met with the wall behind you.

“Stop calling me that.” 

Tangerine was now hovering over you, trapping you between his body and the wall. “I tried so fuckin’ hard not to love you, to let you go, but the truth is that I can’t. I need you.”

“Well that’s too bad for you, ‘cause I have.” You could feel Tangerine staring directly at you, but you refused to make eye-contact knowing you could never resist those demanding eyes of his.

"Have you?” 

“Yes.” you breathed out, still looking at the ground beneath you.  

“Didn’t feel like that from the way you kissed me just a second ago.” He brought his hand to your face again, lifting you chin up forcing you to make direct eye contact with him. 

“Now you be honest with me, when he touches you, is it his face you see or mine?” Tangerine’s eyes never leave yours as one of his hands slides down your body and starts undoing your belt, the other still cupping your face.

“Tan, we can’t.” your breathing became more ragged as he continued to roam his hands over you, purposely ignoring his question. This was wrong, so fucking wrong. Your boyfriend was innocently waiting in the living room while your ex was trying to finger fuck you against the other side of the door.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” his hands gently pushed your pants down to give himself better access. 

You should tell him to stop, you know that, but no words came out of your mouth as he continued to pushed your panties aside. He raises his eyebrow asking for permission to continue as if he didn’t already have you wrapped around his ringed finger. 

Tangerine took the moan that escaped from your lips when his fingers ghosted over your clit as a cue to continue. You threw you head back against the wall as he slowly pushed one digit inside you. 

“Fuck, love, you’re already so wet for me.” his mouth went to your exposed throat kissing and sucking on it lightly. Before he could even think about leaving a mark you managed to push him away, only to drag him back pulling his lips to meet yours. 

After lazily pumping his finger in and out a few times he added a second without warning, whimpers forcing their way past your lips. You could feel the rings on his fingers against your sensitive skin every time his fingers thrust back into your cunt, hitting that perfect spot every single time. 

You had been doing a decent job at keeping quiet until Tangerine decided to see how far he could go and added a third finger into your folds. And if that wasn’t already driving you over the edge he crooked his finger inside you, dragging them along your walls. 

A loud moan escaped from you mouth and Tangerine’s other hand immediately came up to cover it, but giving no indication that he was going to slow down his movements. 

“Shh, can’t have your boyfriend hearing your pretty little sounds now, can we?” 

But apparently Richard had already heard something, because not seconds later there was a knock on the door. Tangerine slowed his pace, but not completely stopping, as you waited for what would come next. Luckily you had remembered to lock the door behind you. 

“You two alright in there?” he called through the door.

“Yeah we’re good, we’ll be right out.” You hoped you sounded convincing enough. You knew Tangerine was loving this, the way you tried to hide how fucked out you already were from just his fingers. 

“Good girl.” he praised after he heard your boyfriend walk away from the door.

There was something so thrilling about almost getting caught, right now it only made you want Tangerine more. You felt your climax getting closer and closer as he picked up where he left off thrusting in and out your cunt at an unforgiving pace. 

Apparently Tangerine could sense your upcoming orgasm too as his fingers started dragging along your walls impossibly faster, he knew exactly how to get you off and you fucking hated it. Hated how you’re supposed to be over him, but still allowed this to happen. 

Every single one of those thoughts left your mind as the pleasure of your orgasm took over. There was nothing on your mind except him and the way he was making you everything you hadn’t felt in years. Tangerine slowed his pace as he helped you ride out your high.

“That’s it, love, did so well for me.” he continued to whisper praises into your ear as you tried to get yourself back together. 

After a while he pulled his fingers out and you whined at the empty feeling they left behind. Before you could even get your breathing under control Tangerine brought his fingers, still covered in your juices, up to your mouth. Knowing where he was going with this you opened your mouth and starting to suck them off.

After he was satisfied he walked over to the bathroom connected your bedroom, grabbing some paper towels to clean you up. By the time he was done, you started to get your common sense back, realizing what you had just done. 

“Fuck.” 

A/N: decided to make a part 3 and perhaps a part 4 to this, because I have too many ideas :) 

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