#nothing prompted this i just thought it was hilarious-

[dooodle-bug]

wolfgeist but hes a wolf

[wetchickenbreast]

what if we tell twitter that tumblr works on a mafia-like hierarchy with really weird rules and brutal punishments and that we are all living under the authoritarian regime of the secret tumblr mob boss

[coralinnii]

Hello to you! I was wondering if you were taking requests. I just had a prompt I thought you might like! Any characters you'd like, with an s/o who can and will get violent easily if someone disrespects the love of their life? Like someone calls cater fake and suddenly a chairs getting thrown at their head. I'm sorry for asking, I just thought this was funny :)

❋ Feral!MC who defends their man ❋ feat: Epel ⭑ Ace ⭑ Cater ⭑ Malleus genre: fluff, humour note: gn!reader, no pronouns used with reader, established relationships, reader is implied to be magicless, depictions of physical fighting and violence (punching, kicking, etc),

So, I usually just randomly pick a set of 4 characters but this worked out so well it was hilarious.

All his life, Epel feels underestimated due to his fragile-looking appearance and stature. He spent his early adolescence running amok to prove himself a man but since meeting Vil, he’s learning to hold himself back. 

But that doesn’t mean his situation has changed. There will always be one or two schoolmates that continue to demean him for his looks. 

“You Pomefiore wimps are all the same. What, too afraid to get your makeup ruined?” 

Oh, there is nothing Epel wants more than to give these jerks a piece of his mind, but nothing these guys can say would compare to what Vil would do if he starts a fight here so he chose to turn his cheek on their superficial comments. 

Sadly, the offenders did not appreciate that as they started to grow red over being ignored and started raising their magic pens when… 

“Ooff!” One of the grunts fell to his knees clutching his lower half, revealing you standing behind him with a look that could scare the campus ghosts.  

“The hell is manly about picking on someone minding his own business?!” You seethed in fury as you glared at the wounded student and his friend helping him. “Epel has more manly qualities in his pinky than you do in your whole body, including that sad manhood” You sneered at the term, barely believing one could call any part of them “man”. 

You stepped closer to the two male students, one of them covering his already injured equipment. With an air of barely contained wrath, you stomped your foot extremely close in front of the fallen student, right between his legs “Leave before I make sure that you two will be walking weird for the whole school year” Your eyes glinted with not a threat, but a promise. 

With the two bullies running off, you looked to Epel. Gone was the fury in your eyes but rather concern. 

He really shouldn’t be, but darn it if he wasn’t proud of you. He wanted to praise you so much for how amazing you were. He knows now that violence is not the best option but it sure makes you look cool.

If he were his younger self, he’d have been embarrassed that someone fought his battles for him but he knew you do it out of love and never because you didn’t think he couldn’t defend himself. He’s learning new forms of power, and your willingness to fight for him was another side to strength he didn’t have growing up. 

Epel swore to continue growing up, to appreciate the strengths he found such as you, and to someday be strong enough to protect you forever.

“We can’t let Vil hear about this, but that was super cool! Ya sure spook ‘em good!” 

Ace is a cheeky bast*rd. Sure, he knows when he should shut up but when push comes to shove, he’s not afraid to say how he really feels and doesn’t care how he can come across to others. Due to that attitude, he has made a few enemies that don't appreciate his words and like him, aren't afraid to tell him that. 

“Who are you to say that about us? Acting like you’re better than us, get off that high horse of yours!” 

Ace rolled his eyes over the student’s weak insult but did nothing. Something like this isn’t worth getting hurt over. The redhead was about to put on his fakest smile and ready to satiate the poor kid’s ego but suddenly a blurry figure breezed past him and straight at the student who started this commotion. 

And the sound of something solid hitting flesh rang through the hallways

Loud gasps and curious whispers filled in as students saw that you landed a straight punch on the other student, who’s sitting stunned on the floor.

“If you didn’t do stupid sh*t, then maybe Ace doesn't have to call you out on it!” 

Boy is smug af over you getting all feral and defending him like that. Watching someone he likes fight for him and getting angry on his behalf tickles his heart. How many guys can say his lover would beat someone up for him? Ace felt shivers down his spine seeing you all fiery and angry for his sake, yelling at the dumbfounded student how Ace doesn’t have to be nice to anyone who doesn’t deserve it. 

“And at least Ace has a brain to think before doing something stupid unlike you morons! Talk sh*t, get hit!” Seeing you angrily compliment him is strangely attractive to the Heartslabyul freshman that he rather push to the back of his mind to ponder at a later date. 

As your voice got louder as your fury burned, which Ace feared might catch the attention of a teacher or worse, his housewarden. 

Always quick on his feet both metaphorically and physically, Ace used the chaotic situation to run in between the crowd and escape his enemies before a teacher ended up showing up just as he predicted. When the coast is clear, Ace will definitely tease you on your little feral child moment.

Great job, you really stroked this kid's ego 

“You sure got scary all for lil ol’ me~ You love me that much, huh?”

Cater knows how some people see him, what they say about him but he doesn’t care since in the end he doesn’t affect him that much. Words from a couple of rando people means little to him. 

It was an uneventful day, when he heard a couple of classmates whisper behind his back, words like “fake” and “clout-chaser” made purposely clear for anyone, including him, to hear. 

“Talk about vibe killers” The laid-back senior thought, a sting of annoyance managing to build in his heart. It doesn’t crush him but still, having someone insult you never feels good. 

He was planning to take the high road, pretend not to hear them and walk away when he heard a commotion from that direction. When Cater turned around, he nearly dropped his phone when he saw you…with your hands in a vice grip on one of the jeering student’s hair. 

“Say that again, I dare you!” You screamed as you looked ready to turn the poor boy bald. “Show off that loser behavior so everyone can see!” 

The student in your grasp was helpless and not even his friend could help him because any attempt made to you only made you tighten your grip on his locks. 

“You don't know anything about Cater, how can you call him fake?! He’s considerate and always makes sure not to make anyone uncomfortable, unlike you motherfu-“

You couldn’t finish your sentence as smoke started filling the space, which sent everyone in the vicinity in a state of chaos thinking a fire had started. Surprised, you released the fool in your grasp and in that moment you felt someone pull you away from the smoky mess. In your angry confusion, you nearly restarted your assault when you recognized the familiar light ginger locks and charming green eyes through the fading smoke. It was Cater that pulled you away from the crowd before a teacher finally showed up and cleared the smoke spell he casted.

You nearly gave Cater a heart attack. The last thing he wants is for you to get in trouble or worse, have a target on your back due to your fiery temper. Secretly, he felt a sense of guilty pleasure knowing how fired up you get for someone like him, plus that wild side of you is scarily appealing to him. 

Even if he prefers to hide things with a smile, he worries for your safety more than anything. He has a plethora of ways to get himself out of a bad situation so he hopes you could trust him a bit more.

He might not be able to stop you from getting into fights for his sake, but at least let him protect you when you do

“Hoo boy, that was a close one! You gotta trust me a little more, you know?~”

When Malleus saw you walking back to your dorm one late night, thunderous clouds quickly formed as he noticed bruising on your face and hands, obviously from a scuffle. 

“Who is responsible for this?” Malleus spoke calmly but the dangerous strikes of lightning raining down in the far distance spoke volumes of his true emotions. 

You shrugged your shoulders, trying to downplay your injuries as you explained that you got into a fight with a couple of students earlier that day. Malleus was curious but you looked tired and decided to let you rest for that night

Malleus heard later from Lilia that you suddenly tackled a bunch of students when you overheard them speaking ill of the dragon fae, saying how he only earned his housewarden title purely because of his powers and not due to skills or competence. 

Ok, let’s make it clear. Anybody who dares to insult Malleus definitely has a death wish, with the exception of Leona. Being one of the most powerful mages of his time and having a loyal group of guards that isn’t afraid to take someone down, anyone with survival instincts would think twice before talking sh*t about the heir of Briar Village. 

But this is true everywhere, there is always that tiny group of people that dare to speak nonsense, acting as though their actions won’t have consequences. 

Hah, they thought. 

The students who witnessed the fight recalled the sheer rage exuding from you as you continued to pummel on the target of your wrath. You were finally pulled away by a teacher and was sent to Crowley's office, which explained your late return. 

“They don’t know anything! They don’t see how hard you’re trying to understand humans for the future of fae-human relations. The lessons and training you do to someday lead your kingdom, they know none of it. None at all!” 

Malleus has Silver and especially Sebek who would yell at anyone that would even dare to breathe weirdly in Malleus’ presence, so naturally hearing that a fight broke out because someone supposedly disrespected him is a common story for him. But this was the first time he heard it was you who started the fight in his honor. 

He brushed against your cheek, where your bruise was before he quickly healed it. He wondered if humans were all reckless when in love like you were. He should reprimand you, tell you that such violence is unnecessary as petty hate is nothing to him.

Although, supposed if he were in your position, he wasn’t sure if he wouldn’t do the same, perhaps even worse. Afterall, you were his precious treasure. 

This man won’t care who started the fight, he’s smiting anyone for trying to harm you in any way (A red flag but a confusing one) 

“I would prefer you avoid such conflicts in the future, my dear. Not for your sake, but for theirs if I learn of the fools who dare lay a hand on you”

[fakesimp]

Hello c: I'm here for the 1k event prompt!! So here's my request ><

( also sorry for my bad english (⁠´⁠；⁠ω⁠；⁠｀⁠) )

Kyo or Mysta ( or maybe both?, it's your choice (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠) ) with • "Huh? Me? Jealous? You're just imagining it"

then for the nsfw prompt is • It went from a kiss to a whole make out session and • "Come on you can do better than that".

Idk if it would be possible to be a full smut but it's fine either way (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)!!

Jealousy, With Kyo Kaneko, Mysta Rias

Warning !

Fluff ; Slight Nsfw ; Mentions of Cursing in Mysta's ; Established Relationship

A/n !

Haiwo ! It's okay anon ! I understand you don't worry fufu~ also Sankyu for requesting ! Also apologies in advance if they're ooc ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

1k Followers Event Prompts !

"Huh? Me? Jealous? You're just imagining it"

It went from a kiss to a whole make out session [ Nsfw prompt ]

"Come on you can do better than that" [ Nsfw prompt ]

➶◜◝➴

Mysta Rias

Okay, what happened before till now you're worn out on the bed, after a heated session with Mysta?

You stared at His exposed back, that's covered with marks, from who? You.

You sheepishly looked away as you slowly hid yourself under the blanket of your shared bed, Mysta looked back at you and raise a brow, "What?" He asked as he then start walking to you. "Nothing, I, just.. didn't know I put, so much.. on, ..your back" you didn't tell him the exact thing but he knew what you meant, Mysta, at first just owlishly stared at you before breaking into laughter.

"God, that, that's so fucking hilarious-" he said as he wheezed, he took a deep breath and pat your head. "I mean, aha, it is equal." You blinked. You averted your eyes, what he said is true, he did left a good amount of marks on your body too.

. . .

5 hours ago

You were hanging out with Mysta's friends ! They were all so nice, started from Vox, Luca, Ike and Shu. They have a quite unique friendship, you were happy to see Mysta have such good friends. You're all were talking and joking around, for hours. That is until you see Mysta being, uncharacteristically quiet. At first you asked him what's wrong, but he said he's okay. Just thinking, he said. You raise a brow at him, but you took the reason.

But then the next few minutes, you don't see him anywhere. The boys who also noticed he's not around, got worried, so they decided to help you find him, and you found him in your shared bedroom. You told the boys you found him, a friend of his, Ike, told the boys that it's getting late, they should be heading back to the hotel. The rest agreed and decided to leave after bidding goodbye to you and Mysta.

You soon joined him on the bed, "Mysta..?" You called out to him as you gently pat his arm. Earning a hum from him, "What's wrong?" You asked him, but you didn't receive anything, instead just him suddenly pulling you to the bed and hugged you. Making you shocked at the sudden movement from him, you blinked and wrapped your arms around him. You pondered, trying to figure out the reason why he acted this way.

And almost all of them leads to one thing.

"Mysta, are you Jealous?" You asked out of the blue, making him stiffen a bit, "Huh? Me?" He sounded in denial, "Mhm?" You nod your head, "Jealous? You're just imagining it, there's no way I'm jealous, why would I be?" He said the more he talked the more he sounded in denial.

You chuckled at his reply, making him look at you, pouting, "What? You thought I'm actually jealous? Really?" He then slowly leaning his face closer to you, "Mys-" his lips collides with yours. He pulled away for a moment, and then he leaned in for a kiss again. But this time his hands are roaming around you, making you gasp. Also giving him an opportunity to slide his tongue in.

You don't know how long both of you have been making out, but lord he really did kiss you breathless.

He pulled away and gently brush his thumb against your cheek, he then gently pull you onto his lap, you're straddling him. Mysta below you, breathing slightly ragged as he gently rub his thumb along your hips.

You can feel him down there, you stutter out a sigh as you slowly start grinding against him. Making him slightly growl, his grip on your hips tighten a bit as you continue grinding. He then let out a breathy laugh, "Hah.. haha.. come on babe.. you can do better than that"

And the next thing you knew, you're under him and him thrusting into you, sending your mind to oblivion.

He's deep inside you, making you couldn't think of anything else but him, also couldn't miss the pain of him marking you up.

"Mine."

. . .

You look up at Mysta who's playing with his phone next to you, "So you are jealous" you said out of the blue, making him blinking at his phone for a few times before turning to you. Then looked away, "...Okay, maybe I am a little bit jealous.." he finally admitted, making you chuckle and wrapped your arms around his waist.

"You're so cute Mysta, I only love you okay"

"Ughhhhh, ... ...

...I love you too.."

Kyo Kaneko

Kyo was laying down on his stomach next to you, you saw your marks on his shoulder and his back, you averted your eyes for a moment before slowly reaching out your hand to his back, gently rubbing your hand against his back.

Earning a hum from the blue haired male, he turn his head to you, "Hm?.." his eyes slowly opened as he look at you. "Does it still hurt?" You asked him, making him let out a low chuckle at the question, "No, not anymore at least" he said as he reach out his hand towards your head. Gently running his hand through your hair, "Thank you for asking tho.."

. . .

3 hours ago

You were talking with a friend of Kyo's, the name? Ren Zotto. Why are you talking with him? It's because Kyo blocked his social media and asked for your help to make your lover unblock him.

When you heard about how he got blocked, you laughed. Laughing into tears, and Ren laughing too while fake sobbing. "Please you gotta help me" he said, you nod your head as if he could see you, "Okay okay, God, that was so funny.." you wheezed making ren whine then laughed sarcastically. "Okay, do tell me if he already unblocked you"

You then hung up the call, and when you turned around, you saw a flash of blue hair disappeared into the corner. You blinked and immediately walked out from your room to the living room. To see Kyo, crossing his arms as he watched the tv, "You don't have to tell me to unblock, I will unblock him later" you just owlishly stared at him before raising a brow at him.

"Okay, that means you've been eavesdropping my conversation with Ren." You said as you approached him and sat down next to him, he didn't even look at you, just staring at the tv, arms still crossed. You tilt your head a bit as you stare at him, "Kyoo..?" You called him out, only earning a hum from him.

You pout at him and frowned a bit, before a smirk slowly creep up to your face, "Kyooo~...?" He glances at you, oh he knows that face. The face you made when you've figured out something's wrong about him, "are you jealooouus..?" You asked him, he took a deep breath,

"Huh? Me? Jealous? You're just imagining it, ain't no way I am jealous, why should i be jealous over Ren-" Your smirk widen and you laughed at him, "I didn't even mention names!" And then he internally facepalming himself. You see him slowly dropping his arms, he looked away slightly embarrassed.

You continue on laughing, and the next thing you knew you're pulled towards him and his lips are collided with yours, earning a soft moan from you.

He pulled away and gently pull you to his lap, "Shouldn't have pulled that hard, sorry" he whispered an apology as he then gently wrapped his arms around your waist. Hugging you, a bit tight.

You chuckled softly and softly brush his hair with your fingers, "Kyo look at me" you said, and he did. As soon as he looked up at you, you kissed him.

But then, slowly the kiss turned into a whole make out, you're not complaining about it. Kyo leaned away, your breathing slightly ragged, "Come on Kyo.. You can do better than that-"

And then there you are, getting fucked by him, not in a fast pace, but also not in a slow pace, him thrusting deep into you as he litter your body with kisses and love marks

"I'll admit, maybe I am a little bit jealous"

. . .

You snuggled close to him, as you can feel his fingers running through your hair, "Love you"

"Love you too" he said as he kisses the crown of your head.

©fakesimp . 2023

A/n !

I am lowkey, contemplating on should I make a full nsfw or not on this, Maybe I should've try to write a full Nsfw fic more in the future--

Since most of the time, it's more to Slight Nsfw.

( 6/10 )

[mazeinthemiroh]

café cuddles

Genre: Fluff, Lee know x Reader, One-Shot

Word count: 2k

Warnings: A lot of fluff

Requested?: Yes

Synopsis: It was about time that you treated your boyfriend to a little trip to the cat cafe.

Author's Notes: I really hope you enjoy this. As a Lee Know and cat enjoyer, I genuinely loved writing this one. It is very very fluffy!! You have been warned!!! Feel free to let me know what you think <3

"Hey, you wanna go to a cat cafe with me?"

It was a simple question, objectively. A basic query which prompted a yes or no answer. And yet it seemed to be taking your boyfriend an exceptional amount of time to answer.

You watched as your boyfriend stared intensely at you, not once breaking eye contact as he took a loud, obnoxious slurp from his coffee cup. On putting the cup down, he pursed his lips slightly, before flashing his teeth on full display with a big, wide grin. And, paired with his glorious, faded purple hair, he reminded you of the cheshire cat. Perhaps, that was his intention.

"Of course, is that even a question?" He said smugly, a small smile now replacing his grin. He fiddled with his white earphones, trying to untangle the heaped mess it had become from just living in the pocket of his coat.

"O-oh," you said, blinking at his abrupt answer.

"What? What did you expect me to say? No?" Minho chuckled as he finally untangled his earphones, before shoving them back into his pocket once more.

"Well no I knew you have cats. I just didn't know if cat cafes were your thing, you know?" You stared down at your own coffee mug, moving it in circles as if to stir the mixture that way.

You two hadn't been on too many dates. In fact, this was your third date. You found getting to know Minho on a personal level a bit challenging, but you knew that would be the case. It didn't matter to you. He had been nothing but charming and hilarious ever since you started dating. But you wanted to see him in a different environment. The only time you had met up with him was either at his work or in a normal cafe you were sitting in right now. So you wanted to change things up a little. Doing something you thought he would like.

So you were glad he excepted.

Minho suddenly got up from his seat and started to put his coat on, shoving his arm in one of the sleeves.

"W-what are you doing?" You question his sudden behaviour.

"I thought you wanted to go to a cat cafe?" He smiled as he slid his other arm into the other sleeve.

"Well yeah, but now?? You just had a coffee," you couldn't help but laugh at his behaviour. He always had random spurts of energy. Always full of surprises. You could never figure out what was going on in his head.

"Might as well go now, before it gets dark."

"Oooo someone's eager," you chuckled playfully before you put your own coat on, embracing its cosy interior.

Minho held an arm out for you to latch onto. It was a quick habit to adopt in your relationship: linking arms. You found your boyfriend was more private in terms of his affection for you, but that didn't stop him from initiating what he thought was romantic behaviour. You were both trying to feel each other out, both being in the early stages of your dating life together. It was hard sometimes, noticing each other's boundaries, your likes and dislikes, and as much as you had learned about Minho in the last three dates, you realised you had not learnt enough. Perhaps he was maintaining a cool guy image, the usual witty jokester who has not much to say about himself, but rather, plenty to say about others. He intrigued you, to say the least.

When you walked out of the cafe, you both ventured down the street, arm in arm as your steps matched each other's rhythm. Pondering over casual affairs, as you did before, you both walked and walked. A cool, easy breeze weaved between your bodies, hitting the coolness of your face and spreading goosebumps on your skin. You clung to Minho's arm further for warmth, looking up to him to see if this was okay. But his expression was blank, barely flinching at your tighter grip.

Eventually, you found your destination.

After receiving a warm reception from the cafe owners, you were both embraced by the smell of coffee beans and the sight of cats roaming all around. A lady that worked there guided you to a table and explained the rules.

"So you can order any drinks or food at the counter here. We have hand sanitiser on every table to maintain hygiene when you go to play with the cats," she listed the various rules as quickly as possible, and Minho nodded along. But he knew what to do. This wasn't his first cat cafe, after all.

You both thanked her for the information as she left, before taking your coats off and settling them on the back of your chairs.

"Oh! And one more thing," the woman shuffled back, her shoes neatly marching back to the table you were seated at, "all of the cats are adoptable. So if you do have a special connection with one and want to take them home, please fill in an application sheet at the front!"

Your head immediately flashed to Minho. His eyes were wide and sparkling. You could practically see the cogs turning in his head. The lightbulb shining in his mind. The fireworks exploding in his thoughts. This was a game changer.

Immediately getting up from his seat, Minho made his way over to the biggest playpen, where most cats were in.

"You don't want a coffee first?"

"Nah, later." He waved a dismissive hand to you as you followed him to the playpen. Clearly, there was something more important on his mind.

Seeing all the fresh, newborn kittens wobbling about, their little feet examining the floor with each delicate step, trying to keep their balanced as best as they could. Some more grown-up kittens were chancing each other around, play fighting and nipping at each other's ears, only to sink into a bundle of cuddles together. There was a mother cat that could be seen in the corner, feeding her young, and even licking some of her kittens to clean them, knowing they can't do it themselves yet. Some cats were small. Some cats were big. Some cats were black and white, some cats were brown, some ginger, some grey. Some cats had three legs, while other cats had one eye.

But all the cats were beautiful. And Minho? Minho wanted all of them.

He sat down cross-legged as he waited for little kittens to explore his body. One brave cat went up to him immediately, sniffling and rubbing itself along his leg.

"What's your name, sweetie?" Minho said in a cute, pouty, doting voice. A voice you had never heard before. You supposed he used it with his other cats at him. It made your heart burst. Who knew how adorable he was?

With gentle fingers, he scratched the head of this cat, little it become comfortable with him. And as you sat down next to your boyfriend, soon more of them had come to say hello.

Your heart was melting at the tiny little kittens. How helpless they were. And how curious they were about the world. It was endearing watching them take their settings in. And the adult cats, so ready to love. Some had been rescued from cruel owners, but now, in this environment, they were taken care of. Looked after. As they rightfully should be. A soft smile appeared on your lips.

What was more enthralling was seeing Minho completely captivated by the fluffy mayhem around him. He was thriving here. It was his happy place.

Yes, your boyfriend. The one you, before you even started dating him, said that he himself looked like a cat. Admiring his feline features, his cat-like eyes, the head-tilt he did when he was confused. The way he talked and expressed himself with both grace and sarcasm. All the characteristics of the fluffy friends he has now made today. It was like this was his home.

"Y/N..."

"Yeahhh?"

"... I want them."

"Yes, I can see that," you giggled at his childish voice and the pout now plastered on his face. "I don't think you have enough room in your apartment-"

"But I want them alllll" he sounded like a toddler about to throw a tantrum as he folded his arms, giving you an angry expression, making you laugh even more.

"Cutie," you leaned over and grabbed both his cheeks, squeezing them in your hands, making him briskly bash your hands away in a grumpy manner. "Gahh stop that!" His pout deepened.

You grinned at him. It was lovely seeing a much softer side to your boyfriend.

You were both there for a very long time, taking your time with each cat that wanted to be touched. It was probably the softest moment you had ever experienced with a partner before.

After being there for so long, it was nearing closing time. Outside the cat cafe, the world was getting darker, the sun setting behind the buildings of the city. You both made your way out of the big playpen and into the open area of the cafe. There were still so many more cats to play with, most of them maturer and confident ones who preferred being at the front of the cafe. Some set on the window sills, looking out as the people on the outside looked in, cooing at them as they stretched and posed for them. Some cats had slept the whole day, curled up in their little baskets, their bodies rising and falling softly by the gentleness of their breathing.

As you and Minho were getting ready to leave, he stopped putting on his coat when he caught sight of a cat on the other end of the window sill. He was a much older cat, you could tell. Light fur, puffy cheeks, and a grumpy frown on his face. He didn't seem to take much interest in the hustle and bustle of the people who were getting ready to leave inside the cafe. He looked like he was usually left alone, and perhaps he liked it that way. Besides, with all the new and younger cats coming in, it wasn't exactly surprising. He was quiet; meditative. He sat, staring out into the world, looking like he was contemplating life.

He was perfect.

"Go ahead, I'll meet you out there," Minho mumbled to you in a soft voice, seeing as you were ready to leave. You did as he said, waiting for him outside and buttoning up your coat.

You couldn't help but smile to yourself as you shoved your hands into the warmth of your coat pockets. Clearly, you brought out the softer side in Minho. You felt like doing a little dance, feeling like a victory had fallen upon you. You felt so honoured to have even witnessed him so happy and playful with the cats. Your heart felt glad. The affection you had for him before had only grown. Getting him to smile in such a way was all you could ever ask for.

"Ready to go?"

You turned around to look at your boyfriend, and what you saw was both a surprise and not a surprise at all.

In Minho's hands lay a little pet carrier, in which held the fluffy, grumpy old man cat. You looked at the smile on your boyfriend's face.

And you realised, in an instant, you had never met a man quite like him before.

Yep, you thought to yourself, he's the one for me.

Smiling back, you grabbed his arm as you both walked down the street you came from.

"Good choice," you giggled as he smiled sheepishly in return.

"Ha, thanks," he grinned softly, "I'm good at making choices. You know why?"

"Why?" You giggled, turning to him in curiosity. He stopped walking suddenly and, with his free, hand, he cupped your face with his hand, inching closer to your face.

"Because I chose you, too."

[scara-meow-che]

𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘 ┃ phantom longing with childe

CW. NSFW (MDNI), afab! reader, ANGST!!!, brief mentions of having underaged sex, name calling (princess, good girl), vaginal fingering, unprotected sex (WRAP IT), marking, porn with bits of plot, a bit OOC childe, infidelity

AN. this fic used to be an old kuroo prompt of mine but childe fits this idea so much, i just can't let this go to waste. anyway, enjoy this word vomit of mine :D also i'm sorry for those who found the "kuroo" errors in this bcs i legit worked on this prompt around 2AM (　；∀；)

you keep on longing for the ghost of the past—from the rotten body of a relationship.

it was on the third tick of the minute, on the fifth desperate attempt to distract yourself from the man who sits in front of you.

time had no mercy in gracing him with features deprived of stress brought upon a successful man's life. his toned arms were a delightful sight as they flexed under a red button-up rolled up on its sleeves, a habit of his that you knew like the back of your hand. the boyish ginger hair you grew to love now framed his face with its curly long ends and he is, as crazy as it seems, still godly than ever.

nothing has changed about him, even your feelings.

"f/n-chan! aren't you at least excited to see older brother?" teucer had enthusiastically nudged at your distracted form, pulling at your arms, beaming brightly as if to blind you with that smile. teucer and the rest of childe's family never had a clue how much the lil' partners-in-crime grew something more behind closed doors, especially after the years that had passed.

"yeah, aren't you glad to see me?" childe jests, eyes carefully scanning a subtle hint of vulnerability to ever dance in your features. but, even after a few seconds of admiring your cherubim beauty, he failed to grasp any information to know how he should act around you.

"f/n, i always thought you and childe are closer than tonya here," his mom added, nodding at childe who seems engaged in fishing out what was swimming inside your pretty mind. "you two often eat out at night. ah, i remember your father fuming at the poor boy!"

and they all laugh but your heart continues to ache for the visible longing only childe knew you were feeling at the moment. he noticed, of course, he is as perceptive as he can be. but what he made out of is not the melancholic pain strung upon this happenstance because he knew the attraction left lurking in your hearts.

oh, how funny it would be if they knew that the boy who took your virginity is right in front of them. well, there's no point in telling how the comforts of your room that day were painted with your salacious moans and childe's deep grunts. the blazing passion offered, love that used to enrapture whatever force binds you with one another—sadly, everything was of the past.

how hilarious it would've been if they knew how dirty you felt because a part of you still misses his body snuggly attached to the warmest parts of yours. every time your eyes would accidentally stop to stare at his, your soul is pulled toward him. it's as if you were falling over and over again.

oh, how ironic it would be that you wanted childe far away from you but at the same time, you want him to ravish you in a way you'd be left satisfied.

just like before.

he was perfect, too perfect for your liking. once you've tasted this perfection, the polished palate of desire can no longer forget how it felt pleasurable on your mouth that it left you thirsting for more.

you shouldn't be too attached but here you are, helplessly smitten just to feel him touch you once more—to kiss you, to praise you for being his good girl, anything that he used to do before. pictures, posts, and messages, it was as if you'd been deprived of every need, starved of anything about his whereabouts that you shamelessly devoured what you possibly could get from him.

despite him being the one who ended everything, you never had the guts to hate each fiber of his body. broken promises of yesterday had crumbled down with the future you longed for. the innocence of love is a double-edged sword that you have used against yourself. and now, you continue to bleed your emotions for the man who left you dying.

food had already gone cold and bitter on your tongue that used to glaze on honey-smooth skin belonging to this celestial god who had wrapped his presence on your heart.

bitter, yes, bitter. the sharp yet addicting bite of the love harbored for him still lingers in you. maybe it was because he's your first love that still occupies the majority of your own silly heart? Everything involving his being was complete bliss—a plethora of happiness you can only feel from him.

a credulous admiration can only go far if not for the risk one can take but you choose to let go of all of your morals and logic, blissfully dancing through the danger of his song.

the first kiss shared on the first peak of daylight; the first night he laid his hand on yours as a freckle of winter snow fell from the heavens; the first dreadful goodbye whispered alongside the strong waves ebbing on the harbor; he is the first of all firsts there is and how wrong were you to give him everything.

time may have passed together with all these fleeting memories but your feelings fluttered still.

the dining hall felt suffocating, the bubbling chemistry of both longing and denial clashed when your eyes stared at his alluring blue orbs. you wanted to throw up. your head was spinning so badly. you never wanted to be stuck in this dilemma. your insides twist and turn as they continue to spit your name together with his.

tonya somehow noticed how quiet you'd been for the past hour and gave you a soft squeeze on the shoulder. the small gesture had helped you snap out of the flummoxing reverie because of an orange-haired man. and it's yet another battle to avoid his overwhelming presence.

it felt long eating with them and to make matters worse in your favor, they opted to spend the remaining hour catching up on everyone's plans for the future with a cup of hot cocoa.

as the hand of the clock strikes 7, you can hear their voices gleefully bickering and leaving a melodious chatter across the hall you settled in. the vigorous movements etched on each body around you felt slow while you washed the dishes.

"can i help?"

towering behind you, a fresh scent laced with a musky undertone of his cologne coiled itself on your quivering frame. the territorial instinct he had on your submissive body left you breathless when he lay a gentle hand on your shoulder slowly moving down to your waist.

if not for the logic gradually fogged by this attraction, you would've already succumbed to his hand and let him take you right then and there. but you stood firm, not giving him a chance to slip for him to devour the flickering courage you have left in you.

it would take him more than that but the heart wants what it wants.

"as the man of the night, he should be reserved to mingle around his family and shouldn't even be here to help." your ears picked up how soft your voice was. it always was, for him. you always have a soft spot for him.

"oh? then as the special man of the night, i won't allow my guest to even do the dishes, let alone someone as important as you to the family." were you, really?

childe took his sweet time in dominating your senses, his hand moved across your lower back up to the side of your hips. his other hand also went in to dip into the curve of your chest down to your stomach. you felt him close in the distance, your back firmly pressed against his built torso.

"p-please."

you didn't know whether that was a plea for him to leave you alone or not but when he took a good whiff of air, letting a guttural groan when you buckled close to him—a stutter amidst the calm shook all the grounds you stood and it was when you lay all your cards for him to see.

childe lowered his tall frame to look over your shoulder. the view was of an innocent gesture but hides the intent of making you yield to whatever his mind was thinking. it was unfair, it was cruelly unfair how he can control you to such extent.

"use your words f/n. i taught you better than that."

he traced delicate and sensual lines on your burning skin. you choked on your breath when you saw him smiling at you, seeing how roses flushed vivaciously on your cheeks to his advances.

"use your big girl words. come on."

oh, how did your body laid enervative under his mercy?

childe was selfish, you know he can never let you go. you were practically made for him and yet he was gluttonous just to have you putty in his hands again. just like when you two were just 16, right before he left to continue his work throughout different regions across teyvat, miles, and miles away apart from the icy land of the tsaritsa, away from you.

he wasn't the ajax who you fell in love with. you can see the little details of the canvas of his soul, colors you knew that weren't yours dominated each hue you have left behind. the art which you two have made as a masterpiece was left tarnished by another one. this man behind your back, savoring miles of skin his eyes can roam to, isn't the one who used to satiate the void you felt by warming you in your bed.

the man you fell in love with is a ghost settling in this body that you crave for.

you hated yourself, more than anything there is. you were hungry, deprived of this euphoric feeling of the past, touch-starved, guilty for wanting him to be there for you even if you no longer have the right to be claimed as his.

as everyone grew tired, retreating to their rooms, why? why did you hold him back from going to his room? why did you lead him back to your chamber? why did you let him in? why did you have the heart to let him in?

to whatever gods are out there must be looking down in at you in disappointment, but you don't care. childe had trapped your body between the door that was quietly shut close. the doorknob had hit your back but you didn't care, not when he finally molds his lips on yours; not when he firmly grips your jawline as he dips his tongue to your mouth, catching up on the years he wasn't able to be with you.

the passion in every motion, the discord in every emotion—it was there. the ghost of the man you loved was still there. and this is when you'll take advantage of it, this was the only chance you can hope on and maybe, the empty promises wouldn't be left in vain.

feather-like touches littered on your skin as childe's nimble hands raised the shirt that suddenly felt too suffocating for you. you were distracted, too drunk to think of anything else while he moves in a leg right between your thighs.

next to his actions was to skim right above the skirt you regretted wearing for this night. it was too short, you noted, enough to titillate the attention you wished from him. each pad of his fingers felt addicting like everything happening right now was like the way before. like nothing had happened; like nothing had ended; like nothing had ever torn you two apart.

you saw him smirking when he felt the soft material hanging on your hips and he slid them off with ease. his eyes were focused on you when he let his body slide down along with your underwear. and he left it there, pooled on your legs as he moved back up to tease you, to make everything in you want him.

as if you didn't already.

the crippling embarrassment had invaded your mind when childe slid in his fingers to the soft skin between your thighs, looking straight into the gates of your soul. rich and smooth blue orbs were glinting in lust, never in the idea of love. and that's when he dips in and searches through the sensitive bud of skin protruding in arousal.

"you always look pretty when you want me." childe devilishly grins as the visage of you, eyes closed and left amenable, was exactly as he remembers it before.

you bit down on your lower lip, eyes closing at the immense pleasure sent by his skilled digits finally going in and out of your leaking hole. the rushed movements, ragged breathing, and vehement waves of his deep voice resonating deeply to strum painful chords on your heartstrings—god knows you missed this but you knew how wrong this was.

this was wrong, he shouldn't do this.

the frilly lace that barely covered your dripping cunt laid idly on the floor, your legs trembled when he particularly hit one spot inside. you strained down the moan bound to escape your lips while he left salacious kisses on your exposed neck.

"childe, please, more." you don't want him to stop, it was too addicting. he knew where to exactly touch you, he always fucking knew everything there is to know about you.

you can feel yourself drip down on your thighs and covering his hands with your juices. you gripped down on his lean arms to stop how fast he was thrusting in and out of you but he was enraptured to see your cunt enjoying the attention, he can't help but fuck you more.

"see? you're taking me so good, princess. you're so good at taking me. you always do." you looked down and you saw him going up to the hilt, reaching places none have managed to. you love this, you hate this. you want him to stop but you also want him to continue. why were you so conflicted when it's wrong, this is clearly wrong, the ring says it's wrong.

but no, you wanted him. years, you have longed to feel this affection for years and finally, he's in your arms. how can you let go of him?

"you're drooling badly, is this all for me? did you miss me so much?" like the empyrean life who kissed the earth with color, childe blessed your skin with blue and purple clouds. the vainglorious spirit of this towering male screams on the name he had marked on your body.

that you were always his. that you always belong to him. that no matter how much you try, in the sea full of strangers, it's always him who you look for.

but no, no, no.

it wasn't soon when he perfectly scraped the side to look for the spot that makes you mewled and moaned lasciviously on his arms. the velvety texture of your walls lovingly squeezed on his fingers; you shake in delight, quivered in happiness, trembled along with the submission to love, and shuddered in the intimate warmth he has as your home.

you can never call him home. you shouldn't call this home.

unabated thrust and rut of his slender but thick fingers fill you up, the honey you produce pours out from your lips as it flows in the harmony of your whimpers. the slick and squelching sound your cunt produces was filthy, you felt filthy but anything for him.

bleary-eyed, hands grasping whatever surface it can hold unto, legs twitching when you feel the tight coil in your core about to snap in two, you are near the peak of heaven made by childe himself. this was heaven, yes, it was always like dreaming on cloud nine with him.

he's just a ghost of the past.

you didn't listen to the whispers buzzing in your mind because all you can focus on is the way he deliciously hit on that one spongy spot that was to die for. your eyes beamed in tears, making childe glow in pride.

he's not the ajax that you knew from before.

"you look beautiful when you cum, princess. you're creaming with just my finger then what more to my cock?" he was selfish, insidiously selfish.

but why didn't you stop him when he removes each article of clothing separating his skin from yours?

why didn't you stop him from kissing you with such fervor and longing?

why didn't you stop him from connecting himself to you?

"please, please, please, make me cum." you whispered, head moving up to get him back in kissing you. your hands were held above your head, his grip was so tight you never want it to let go of you.

"yes, princess. just stay still and fuck," and you tightened around him, his expression right above you showed how it always has been. how it should've been but what was your reason for letting him do this?

it was love, a disillusioned love that kept holding back for the ghost of the past.

"let me hold you, please." you begged but what exactly did you beg for? was it to hold him to be yours again or just this physical chemistry happening between you two?

but childe understood it as the latter, letting go of your wrist and encasing your hands inside his. one was on your side and the other was what he kissed adoringly. and then you saw it, a small piece of gold tying him down. a beautiful, gold ring.

where's the other half of the ring?

"fuck, f/n. i love you, i have always loved you." and you cried, seeing the painful expression to cross his features while climaxing inside of you, the tears coming from childe that fell on your cheeks.

the last kiss he gave on your hand and on your lips. the shaking body clutching tightly on your defeated form. the sobs escaping from his lips as you pulled yourself away. you felt empty.

of course, a ghost can never fill you in.

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[chronically-in-love]

It’s Not That Funny

Based on this post :https://at.tumblr.com/dialouge-prompts/thats-not-funny-i-think-its-hilarious/0e0jguqo6c07

Rhea Ripley x Reader.         Becky Lynch x Platonic!Reader

Rhea sat behind you, to where you could only see her through the mirror placed in front of you. You were sitting in hair and makeup getting ready for your match against Bianca tonight. You had just finished telling Rhea and your hairstylist a story that you thought was pretty traumatic from when you were younger. All the Aussie could do was laugh hysterically, falling sideways onto the couch with tears rolling down her face. At least Laney your hairstylist could keep somewhat of a straight face.

“That’s not funny Rhea. I’m pretty sure it caused me so brain issues. Like you’re laughing at your girlfriend who could have brain issues and not even know it.”

Once Rhea calmed down slightly she was able to get out a sentence before she started dying of laughter once again. “You’re right that’s not funny, I think it’s hilarious.” Even this time Laney couldn’t keep her composure. Soon 3 of your other friends walk into the room to get their hair and makeup down. Asuka taking a seat next to a hysteric Ripley, Bianca on the couch on the opposite wall, and your best friend since the day you started your professional career in wrestling, Becky Lynch sat right next to you.

Becky spun her chair around to face the still laughing so called “nightmare”. “Aye, what happend to the big scary one back there?”

Rolling your eyes at the fact that you’re going to probably end up retelling the story you just told your girlfriend. You sighed in defeat. “I told her a story of something that happened to me when I was a child. And yes before you ask me to tell it I already knew you were gonna do that so I’m just gonna get it over with.”

You looked around and everyone was attentive towards you, rhea even managed to stop laughing for a short period of time, just enough to hear you retell this story that caused her tears in the first place.

“So, when I was about 5 or 6, my mom and I had lived with my grandma and 2 younger aunts in this really big house. We had this amazing black fluffy Newfoundland named Charlie, and he was like my favorite pet in the world. So one day I was walking out of my room to go downstairs to find my grandma, well I had just seen Charlie walk down the stairs, and well you know how they walk down stairs. So me being the curious little child I was decided to try and walk down this flight of stairs like a dog.” You could hear snorts coming from all the women in the room as they could only picture what would happen next. “So this flight of stairs had at least 30 stairs, and I had only made it down like 7 of the 30 stairs safely. I ended up tripping on the rug we had on the stairs and proceeded to tumble down the rest of them.”

Rhea was once again in tears along with Asuka and Bianca, Becky just laughing at you, expecting nothing less from a younger you. “So by the time I stopped I landed on my head on this really hard ground at the bottom of the steps, and you want to know what the dog does? Mind you he literally sat and watched me fall down these stairs, he came over to me sniffed around me then proceeded to sit one me. This 100 pound dog came and sat on me and I weighed at most 45 pounds. Some being me I started yelling for my grandma who at the time couldn’t hear me because she was outside mowing the lawn. So moral of the story her girls,I could have major brain damage, and here you all are laughing at me.” Pouting and crossing your arms as everyone in the room are in hysterics with Bianca somehow managing to end up on the floor and rhea thrashing around wildly. Becky leans over and rubs your arm.

“Oh don’t pout sweetie, we would still love you the same. And I know for a fact that Rhea over there loves the one with mental issues.”

[arealphrooblem]

One Week to Wow Me

I may add to this later, but feel free to use as a prompt if you want!

Synopsis: Villain makes a surprise confession and Hero makes a surprising offer.

The Hero had been at it long enough that not much surprised them anymore. They’ve seen everything — Villains who helped grandmas across the street they just demolished, villains who bombed pet store company for not stocking the right fish food, villains who really just wanted to use the city as witnesses to their lethal science fair projects.

They have not had a villain confess their love before, though. That was new.

“Say that again?” the hero said. “Sorry, I just wanna make sure I heard you right.”

“Which part did you miss? The I, the love or the you?” The villain asked, wiping blood from their mouth with the back of their hand. “I’m in love with you. Against all odds and my better judgment. Believe me, I would not be like this if I had any choice. But I can’t seem to shake you off.”

In any other situation, such a confession would set off Hero’s bullshit meter. If Hero had the villain on their knees, ready for arrest, or if Hero was chained up in the villain’s lair, ready for torture, such a confession would look as nothing more than a ploy to get under Hero’s defenses.

But tonight their fight had been evenly matched — annoyingly so. Hero was no closer to getting them arrested as they were for incapacitating Hero themselves. So advantage was gained from this, save for pausing a battle neither of them were close to winning anyway.

“Why are you telling me this?” Hero asked. They kept their arms loose  at their sides, but balanced on the balls of their feet. Ready.

The Villain shrugged. “I couldn’t hold it in anymore. It feels good to get it out.”

“And you want me to be with you?”

 “ . . . .That would be ideal, yes.” they said with a lilt of irony.

The Hero considered them. Weighed options. Tried to predict all the horrible ways this could go. And then threw all caution to the wind.

“Okay,” they said.

The villain’s head tilted, slowly. Dangerously.

“Okay?” they repeated, stunned.

“Yeah, which part did you miss? The O or the kay?”

“You’re going to date me?”

The look of sheer disbelief on the villain’s face would be hilarious if it wasn’t so heart-breaking.

“You have a month,” the hero clarified. “To woo me, to wow me. To make this insane idea worth my while.” They jabbed a finger at the villain. “And you can’t pull any of your shit during it either. I’m not dating you and fighting you at the same time . . .as appealing as that thought can be.”

The villain swallowed. The Hero had never seen them so scared before. The villain’s face stayed their usual stoic mask, but their eyes leaked fear.

“What’s the catch?”

“Catch? That’s your forte, not mine, Counselor.”

“There has to be some kind of parameters around this.”

Hero grinned. “You evil lawyers do love your rules, don’t you?”

The Villain looked a little pained.

“Well here’s a rule then — I hate seafood.”

“That’s not a rule, that’s a preference.”

The Hero rolled their eyes. “Okay, okay. Don’t take me to any seafood restaurants. There’s your rule -- happy?”

The Villain stepped closer to them, until they were close enough for their hand to reach out and skate a knuckle down the hero’s jawline.

“You have no idea.”

[livannasalinger]

Dc x Dp prompt 3

I was thinking lately that most of the prompts and fics that I see, they range from: focus on Danny, focus on Jazz, oneshots here and there with some different characters, maybe sam and tucker, but not much more than that. Of course, ultimately, the idea of Dc x Dp goes through the importance that Danny has to establish this connection (ghost king, meta laws, being a hero, classic black hair and blue eyes of the Waynes, etc etc) and focus more on relationships with DC characters (batfam, superman, Wonder Woman, etc) . At the same time, I've recently been thinking about how there are few fics that portray the rest of the Casper High as a functional group (not counting Everlasting trio). And then, there's this fic that I really like (see prompt 2) that talks about a different way that the incident with Spectra could have happened. With all this, I thought:

- what if, these incidents with the ghosts made the group more cohesive: I'm not talking about everyone being super friends, although that can be cool, but I'm talking about actually seeing them build a dynamic because they need to protect themselves from danger and they can't get help from anyone else -  Justice League doesn't interfere/doesn't know/doesn't believe

- Anyway, X years pass, the events of DP (except Danny's revelation to the world) occur, but unlike canon, the children mature faster, and start to blossom like powerhouses - imagine Assassination classroom and how they became after graduation, that kind of thing.

- But that's when things start to get interesting, because "out of nowhere" a group of people with impressive skills and suspicious training in different areas begins to appear, young people trained in things they shouldn't. At first, the connection was not clear, as everyone is in different areas, but little by little a pattern starts to become clearer: maybe their presence, maybe some more ghostly physical characteristic.

I see two ways this starts to get noticed:

-- At a Justice League meeting, several superheroes start listing people of interest and justifying why. They might have noticed these people as possible future villains, or maybe they want to recruit them, or something like that. The point is: when one person starts talking, another hero starts remembering that he knows a similar person, a pattern starts to be observed, an investigation starts to be made.

OR

-- An investigation is already under way, as there is a group of people who came from the same place, started to become influential in the field of choice, and nobody can prove, but many suspect that this group is responsible for the disappearance of a mysterious government organization called GIW

In any case, an investigation begins showing  the different ways that the Amity Park group has grown to be BAMF including: Tucker Foley, Sam Manson, Jazz Fenton, Valerie Gray, Dash Baxter, Paulina, Kwan, Star, Wes weston.… maybe even Ellie and Dan.

The investigation proceeds, old photos of the group can be found and they notice the disappearance of only one person: Danny Fenton. Which makes no sense, as he is seen multiple times with all the suspects, but effectively there is no record of him anywhere: no college, no job, not even how he gets from one place to another, no plane ticket, nothing.

It would still be really cool if everyone in the group followed certain customs, derived from the lessons they received on how to deal with ghosts or because they are Liminal and that's why they behave a little differently and, even if they've been living with "normal people" for years , sometimes they just forget common sense and scare people without intending to.

The conclusions that the JL, villains  and other groups, can come to are potentially hilarious: are they villains? what are their goals? Are they a secret cult with this Danny as their leader? Are they or are they not doing something illegal? Are they a threat? And if so, a threat to whom?

At the end of it all I can see Mr Lance showing up and thinking "how come this is supposedly the most powerful group of people in the world?!" and in 5 minutes solving any chaos or misunderstanding like:

"Pride and Prejudice, not even Mr. Weston was that bad" (looking at Red Robin's conspiracy board)

[missnedge]

Why is it so hard for you to understand why I stopped giving a shit? (Bakugo/fem!reader)

Taken from the writting prompt "Why is it so hard for you to understand why I stopped giving a shit"

Summary: It's been a little over a month since your best friend Bakugo had been acting different, angrier and snapping at you more. After a particularly rough training session you've had enough and confront him. It didn't go as planned.

Characters: You/Bakugo, (class 1-A and others are background characters)

Tags: Angst, fighting, yelling, happy ending don't worry, confessions, Bakugo is emotionally constipated, kissing, fluff, reader takes no shit, reader has a quirk but I don't mention it, you get injured, mentions of blood

Written by Edge

Personal account: @hollister-mc

You slammed open the girls locker room, making the girls jolt. "Jeez, Y/n you're gonna give us a heart attack!" Mina exclaimed. You glanced around at your classmates and sighed. "Sorry guys, training was rough."

"By training you mean Bakugo." Jirou said. You huffed and made your way to your locker, starting to undo your hero costume. "Yeah basically. Fucking prick." You grumbled.

"You two act like a married couple, ribbit." Tsu remarks. You freeze for a moment, your ears starting to burn. "HAH! That's hilarious!" You shove your boots into your locker rather forcefully. "As if I'd marry that bastard, as if ANYONE would marry him." You slide your shirt on, buttoning it up while huffing under your breath. The girls glance at you before looking at each other in confusion.

After getting back into your uniform you leave the locker room, and to your dismay the last person you wanted to see was leaning against the wall waiting for you.

"Fucking took you long enough." He said in a gruff voice. You ignored him, continuing to walk back to homeroom. "Oi, don't ignore me."

You grit your teeth together and continue to stomp down the hallway. "What the hell?" He grunted. You picked up your pace and turned the corner sharply. Bakugo tisked his tongue in annoyance and sped up. "The fucks wrong? Is that about training? Cause if it is ge–" You spun around furiously, your teeth nearly bared. "This isn't just about training, it's about everything. I thought we were friends, dare I say best friends. We train, study, eat, and hang out together, even outside of school. But this past month you've become even more hostile than your usual asshole self, and you won't even talk to me about why!"

He shifts his glare from you to the floor. You sigh. "Talk to me Katsuki, please." He clenched his jaw and turned around. "There's nothing to talk about." Your shoulders sag in disbelief. The burning rage inside you fizzled out, leaving an icy and bitter resentment. 

"Okay, I guess we're done here then." You state. He turns his head to the side, narrowing his brows. "What?" 

"I said we're done. I give up, it's not worth it anymore. Have a nice life Bakugo." You turned on your heel and walked away without another word, Bakugo watched you leave with wide eyes. He hadn't expected that from you, and you using his last name hurt more than he cared to admit. He's a hero in training who's going to be number one someday, he shouldn't care about random extras he meets along the way.

So why did his heart hurt so bad watching you walk away?

A week went by, and it was hell. The first day you said goodbye he wouldn't stop spam texting or calling you, so you just sent a blunt "Lose my number" and muted his notifications, you didn't have the will to block or delete it just yet. After that, at school you wouldn't even look at him, for both his sake and yours. But that didn't stop him from burning holes in the side of your head. Whenever there was a possibility of being alone with him you turned the other way, always finding excuses to leave or be with someone else. You had plenty of friends, it's not like you were lonely. You love hanging out with them, but there was always that voice in the back of your head that reminded you none of them made you feel the way he does. Or at least, used to make you feel.

Everyone had noticed the tension between you two. Most of them knew it was none of their business, but no one could shake how much it dampened the mood. You were horrible at masking your nonchalant attitude, and Bakugo was more aggressive than normal. It was suffice to say this past week had been shit for everyone in class 1-A. 

Fortunately everyone had something to look forward to today, Aizawa informed them of a training exercise. Of course though, the excitement was short lived. 

The class was in one of the training rooms with the giant rock formations, you were practicing your quirk near the base, Jirou wasn't too far away from you. You both had been joking back and forth during the training. Above you Bakugo was working on creating short bursts of explosions, small and compact, but able to propel him or inflict minimum damage. 

He was having a hard time focusing with you being down below, he couldn't exactly hear you but the way you and Jirou were talking pissed him off. You were so happy with everyone, but wouldn't even look him in the eye anymore. He was angry, mostly at himself for letting his feelings get in the way. Instead of keeping distance but near he fucked up and shut you out completely. He was afraid it was too late to pull you back in. 

Bakugo growled, his thoughts were getting the best of him. His hand twitched and let out an explosion from his palm, more powerful than he had been letting out previously. It happened too fast. 

He gasped out a curse as his blast hit an unsteady portion of the rock formation. It instantly crumbled and the debris cracked, breaking apart as they slid down the decline. 

It was heading straight for you and Jirou. His mouth dried and he started to blast down to you both. "MOVE!" He bellowed. 

You instantly perked up, the large chunks were falling almost impossibly fast. You could either save yourself or Jirou, who had noticed the rocks too late. Well, what kind of hero would you be if you didn't do what you came to this school for?

Adrenaline shot to your legs, you had one chance. You jumped with all your might to your friend, your hands collided with her back and pushed her forward. You hit the ground roughly, a brief rush of pain hit you before you were out like a light. 

Jirou screamed as she watched the rocks fall over you. The class gasped and rushed over. Bakugo landed in front of the rock debris, he was breathing rapidly as he scanned over the rocks. The air was still dusty from the dirt as everyone gathered around. Aizawa ran over. "What happened?!" 

Jirou stood up shakily. "The rocks… Y/n pushed me out of the way…" Denki stepped over to her, resting a comforting hand on her shoulder. 

Bakugos ears were ringing, he dropped to his knees and started hoisting rocks; tossing them carelessly to the side. "Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT! Come on, where are you?!" He quaked. Aizawa joined him, as well as the physically stronger students. Bakugo lifted a rock and nearly felt his heart stop. He saw your hand, dirty, scratched, and worst of all unmoving.

He quickly moved more rocks, the others joining him. You were laying face down. A giant gash was across your forehead, your hair was dusty and wet with what could only be your blood. Bakugo reached for you but Aizawa scooped you up and was instantly running to the exit. "Class dismissed!" He yelled as he burst out the gym doors. Bakugo sat there on his knees, staring at where you had been. He stared at the splotches of blood, he felt gutted. Even when you tried to be out of his life he ended up hurting you. 

As soon as school was over he went to Recovery girls office. She explained that the gash in your head was surface level, the blood made it look a lot worse than it was. Aside from that you only had cuts and bruises along your body. To put it simply, you were extremely lucky. 

You were still out cold when he had arrived, so he made himself comfortable in a chair next to your bed. He was hunched over in his seat, leg bouncing idly as he watched you sleep. His eyes kept darting to your chest, just wanting to make sure you were still breathing. Jirou and Mina had also stopped by for a little bit, leaving you a note and some candy before going home themselves.

A couple hours passed, school had long ended. He texted his mom letting her know he'd be late. Once he told her what happened Mitsuki scolded him and said to make sure you get home safely and that she would let your (guardian/s) know. He sometimes thinks his mom loves you more than him. 

Another hour went by, Recovery girl had been periodically checking on you. The sun had dipped below the horizon, Katsuki had already done his school work and yours, it was the least he could do for almost killing you. Finally you started to stir. 

You groaned softly, your eyelids felt like they were glued shut and your head felt like someone was jack hammering the back of your skull. Using every ounce of willpower you had you sat up, slowly, but surely.

You raised a hand to your face, hissing softly from how stiff you were. You could feel the bandages wrapping around your forehead, the memories from earlier were foggy but discernible. You saved Jirou from being crushed at your own expense. You rubbed your eyes before opening them, your vision was blurry but you could recognize where you were. Recovery girl walked over from her desk. "How are you feeling dear?" 

"Like I got crushed by rocks, oh wait. Hah." You snicker to yourself and Recovery girl sighed while shaking her head. "You're hilarious. Here dear, take these, it will help with your head." 

You graciously accepted the pills and cup of water she extended to you. Popping them in your mouth you started to take a sip of water. Your eyes drifted to the side, landing on Bakugo who was sitting in a chair and watching you carefully. You choked on your water. 

After barely getting the pain pills down you coughed a few times and turned away from him. Recovery girl brought over your uniform since you were still in your hero outfit. "Here you go sweetie. Let me know if your headache doesn't go away. You." She turns and looks at Bakugo. "Out while she changes. Wait for her outside and make sure she gets home safely alright?" He nods silently. "I'm fine, Recovery girl I can–" She shushes you. "You never know what could happen, what if you pass out on your way home?" 

"I'll get the rats to carry me home." She pinches your arm lightly and walks away, you chuckle to yourself. Bakugo had already taken his stuff and yours out into the hallway. You sigh deeply and stand up, starting to change out of your dirty and slightly damaged hero suit. 

After changing you say a quick goodbye to Recovery girl you take your note and candy that was left for you by your friends. Hesitantly you open the door to the hallway. Bakugo was staring at the floor, hearing the door click open he turned to you. 

With a heavy breath you shut the door behind you and step towards him. "I can take my stuff." You say shortly. He narrows his eyes and swings your bag over his shoulder. "Not a chance." You huff and start to walk down the hallway. 

"We need to talk." He starts to follow behind you. You shove your hands into your pockets, ignoring the way his voice made your chest hurt. "I don't think we do." You say. 

"I'm sorry about the rocks. I wasn't paying attention, and ended up blowing a chunk off." His voice was quiet, and uncomfortable. You feel yourself bristle with slight anger. Is that it? Just a shit apology for almost killing you?

"Okay, thanks." Your voice was flat. Bakugo sighed harshly and quickened his steps, moving next to you. "That's not all." You continued walking and he growled and grabbed your wrist. "Would you fucking stop?" 

You glare at him. "Why should I? I made it clear I was done with you, so why are you here?" A flash of hurt appeared on his face. "Because I–… I need to…" He glares at the ground, the words dying in his throat. 

You rip your wrist out of his hand. "Just leave me alone Bakugo." You turn away.

"How can you just walk away?!" He shouts. "Because I don't care anymore." You say. "Why?" You start walking again, ignoring his question. 

"Why damn it?! Y/n look at me!" Him using your name makes you freeze, he hardly says your name, just using nicknames instead. He moves closer. Something in you snaps and you turn around to face him. 

"Why is it so hard for you to understand why I stopped giving a shit?!" You fumed, Bakugo stared at you wide eyed. Your words felt like a stab through his heart. "Huh?! Why is it?! You're the one that pushed me away you idiot! And now that I'm doing what you want you won't fucking leave me alone!" 

He swallows tightly, eyes moving away from your unyielding glare. "That's not what I wanted…" He mumbled. "What?" You snap. 

"I said that's not what I fucking wanted!" He hissed out. You twist your face into a scowl, you move towards him getting into his face. "Then what the fuck did you want?!" 

His breathing picked up as he looked up from the floor into your eyes. He was intimidated by your glare, no ones gotten into his face like this before. How could someone look so angry and beautiful at the same time?

You grew impatient, he wasn't answering you, his eyes were just darting all over your face. You shout again. "Huh?!" He clenched his mouth shut, you nearly lost it. You grab the front of his blazer and yank him forward aggressively, you were seething. "WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" You scream in his face. His eyes widen, you're inches from his face. The moonlight coming in from the windows highlighted your face gorgeously, even the unhinged rage in your eyes was stunning to him. His heart was pounding, and with a shaky breath he said. "You."

Your face instantly fell, and your grip on his shirt slacked. "What?" You uttered. 

"I said… I want you." He whispered.

Your heart sped up even more, your rage ebbing into shock. It was your turn to be speechless. He raised a hand to your face, his calloused palm cradling your cheek. "I want you, have for a while. That's why I started acting the way I did, I didn't know what to do or how to act… I figured keeping you at arms length would help but instead I pushed you away completely." He thanked whatever higher power there was that the halls were empty, if anyone saw him like this then it would've been 10 times harder to do this. 

Your mouth parted in shock, the warmth from his hand only added to the heat on your cheeks. "I wasn't sure what I would do if I told you how I felt and you didn't feel the same. But this past week of not having you with me at all was worse than you not feeling the same." 

Your knees felt weak, were you still passed out and dreaming? 

"If you don't feel the same, that's fine. Just… don't ignore me anymore… Please." 

Your mind was all over the place. Your anger from this past week was gone completely, instead you were flustered, shocked, and unsure of what to do.

"Bakugo–" He drops both bags off his shoulder and brings his other hand to your face. His soft look morphing into a scowl. "What's my name?" Your breath hitches and you narrow your eyes. "Why did you have to ruin the moment?" You huff out. He hisses and you squeeze your eyes shut and brace for yelling, but you're met with something completely different.

His lips smash against yours, the force hurting but it quickly faded. A shocked breath leaves your nose and you grab onto his shirt, kissing him back with just as much force. Your heart hammers in your ears. His right arm lowers from your face, snaking around your waist and pulling you closer. You pull away slightly to take a breath. "Asshole…" You mutter, he grins and kisses you again. "That's not my name either." He says against your lips. You laugh and pull him in again, running your hand up his neck and into his spiky hair. He shutters and makes a noise into your mouth, his fingers dig into your waist a little harder.

You both break away breathing heavily, you meet his gaze. "Katsuki." He smirks slightly and you continue. "... I feel the same." His smirk grows into a grin and he kisses you again. 

After a few more moments in the hallway you both continue back to your house hand in hand. You didn't comment on how sweaty his hand was, or the stupid and cocky grin on his face. You just squeezed his hand tighter and wore a smile of your own. 

This is just a reminder that we are open for requests, so if you enjoyed this and have an idea of your own you'd like to see don't be afraid to send it in!

[dreamnotnapss]

stop I’M ILL I just saw the post about how Dream was never intending to win, not if it cost him someone he loved, and thought about his interview with Sapnap when they have machine guns pointed at them and are (hilariously) bickering about I’LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT TIMES INFINITY, but how before that when they said “one of you is not leaving here alive” and Sapnap says “I WANT TO LIVE” and Dream says NOTHING? Until prompted? And he sort of waffles like “oh uh I want to… sure…” WAS HE, EVEN THEN…

FR he's so used to protecting his boys. he isn't used to having to prioritize himself over them. it isn't until it sunk in that "oh god i'm gonna be dead after this" that he really started fighting but ma mans was perfectly content with Sapnap getting away scott-free over the cost of his own life

i mean! that's technically what happened in the end! when he saw Sapnap getting attacked, he wasn't thinking, "what if they kill me?" he was thinking "i need to save Sapnap." and he did!! at the cost of his own life!!

like sure, he was watching himself to make sure he made it through the games, but it seemed he put the most effort in when it came to George and Sapnap. when George got kidnapped, he was asking around for if anyone had seen him. in the wolf game, Dream separated from Sapnap and expressed, "i don't know where Sapnap went. please be alive." in the carnival game, Dream told Sapnap where to find the tickets. during the blood night, he aimed to hit someone because they were chasing after Sapnap

and George and Sapnap were scared without him! "i don't know what to do. i wish Dream were here." GOD

[mirobami]

Hey hey! Could I get Kirari, midari, Yumeko, and sayaka hcs for a reader who is just like…insanely chill. Like they could be very close to debt in a gamble and is just like “niceeeee dude, I might lose lmao” they aren’t bad at gambling it’s just they like the games and don’t care for winning or losing and is like a great sport. Yk like “sickkk dude…” “it’s not a big deal…” “take a chill pill…”

↳ insanely chill s/o

♥ GENRE: fluff

♥ CHARACTER(S): k. momobami, m. ikishima, y. jabami, s. igarashi

♥ SYNOPSIS: in request!

♥ NOTE: ITST HE LAST FEW LINES THAT ABSOLUTELY GOT ME I WAS LOSINH IT I LOVE THIS PROMPT SO MUCH ITS SO FUNNY LETS GET TO IT

━ KIRARI MOMOBAMI ;  

She doesn’t know if you’ve gone insane from the school itself or if that’s how you normally are, but when she hears about you, she’s laughing a lot

You’re really not a bad gambler, it’s just the fact that you’re not here to win or lose, you’re just here for the sport

The one time she goes and watches you play is when you’re going against a student council member, which causes a stirring in the school

They’re all talking about how there can be bets made as to who is going to win or lose and she personally takes a risk mentally of choosing you

Unlike what she thought, you were exceedingly calm and even put down your cards and openly said, “Mannnnnn, you’re going to win this round, good for you, dude.”

Your opponent just sat there like ??? What just happened ???

Kirari was the one trying to stifle her laughter, because you just confused a student council member, something that was rare and hardly happened

She’s definitely going to try and see if you will join the council or at the very least, be in a place where she can watch you

━ MIDARI IKISHIMA ;

On one hand, you piss her off slightly but on the other, you’re hilarious and she wants to see if she can get you to gamble with her 

She does take you to her underground dungeon where she proposes a game with you and you’re immediately like, “That’s rad, bro, let’s get started.”

But the entire time, instead of you going all sadistic on her, you’re just chill about it; your whole life is on the line and all you can say is, “It’s not that bad, my broski, relax.”

Midari just wants you to do something that excites her but you’re the last person she should’ve gone to because you are so calm, it’s scary

It also completely throws her off guard to where she’s going hysterical with happiness when it’s your turn to put bullets into a gun that she had used as part of the game. Instead of saying something, you just say, “It’s not a big deal, take a chill pill~”

Midari is on this thin line where she doesn’t know if she loves you or hates you, but you did give her an interesting game where she was thrown off guard 

━ JABAMI YUMEKO ;

Oh, she definitely loves you and thinks you’re cool and funny

She’s the kind of person that’s calm during a gamble, but not as calm as you and definitely does not have the same remarks 

You’ve gone against Mary, that’s how she knows you and while Mary did try to shake you up, all you did was shrug and say, “Dude, you’re so good at this game, I’m very much impressed, wowwwwwwww-”

Yumeko is laughing softly in the back because Mary’s face is so funny and you’re just sitting there like nothing’s wrong

The day she asks to gamble with you is the day that she’s definitely going to be amused

She doesn’t care about the outcome, what she does care about is how you handle yourself because she doesn’t want someone that’s completely different than who she wanted to play against

She does insert you in her friend group because she really wants to hang around you more

━ SAYAKA IGARASHI ;

She’s actually losing her mind and braincells because of you

You! Are about! To go! Into life-crushing! Debt!

But NO, instead, you’re sitting there like, “Niceeeee bro I’m gonna lose by the way, just letting you know,” AS IF YOU AREN’T LITERALLY LOSING BY MILLIONS OF DOLLARS

You remind her of those surfer dudes on tv, BUT YOU ARE IN A GAMBLE PLEASE GET IT TOGETHER

However, you're very popular because you make people laugh and you're extraordinarily chill for someone that's stuck amongst a bunch of insane people

The president has given her specific instructions for her to go see you and she swears that she either got an enlightening experience or she truly has lost her mind due to you

She would never gamble with you, people like you are dangerous yet she can’t really hide herself from you

You’re too interesting to her and she can’t wait to see what you come up with next

[leviathism]

Hello Piko ^^

I wanted to ask you if you could write the reaction of the brothers to a MC that’s distant towards Mammon ?

The MC doesn’t hate Mammon but they don’t pick up on his Tsundere tendencies, they think he means the insults seriously and that Mammon genuinely doesn’t like being around them, therefore the MC keeps distant so that Mammon isn’t forced to spend time with them, when they don’t need to. (Because of the protector duty)

But one day the MC helps Lucifer in the kitchen and MC asks Lucifer, if they could get a new protector, Lucifer immediately thinks Mammon has done shit again, but MC quickly reassured him and told him that Mammon doesn’t seem to like being around them and therefore asks if somebody else could take Mammons position, so he is no longer forced to spend time with them, when he clearly doesn’t want to (in MCs eyes). Plot twist the rest of the brothers were gathered at the dinning table and heard everything including Mammon. How do you think they would react ? If you don’t want to do all the brothers, then just do Lucifer, Mammon, Levi and Satan please.

I’m sorry that I ended up being so long, I hope you are well and have a good day/night :)

gender neutral reader

Lucifer just tells you he will pick someone else. It’ll most likely either be himself or Beelzebub. He also knows that Mammon is playing hard to get, but he will do nothing directly to resolve this. He wants Mammon to learn his lesson and fix it himself for once.

Mammon is guilty but unsure how to fix this. He tries to think of every possible way to fix this but… in the end he recruits his brothers for help.

In some extreme, elaborate plan, he manages to both piss you off and embarrass himself in one go. Then, he will just have fully come clean and admit his ‘tsundere’ act. His brothers watch and laugh.

Leviathan saw this coming a mile away. He is pleased, watching it all unfold: Satan’s rolling eyes, Mammon’s fear stricken face, and he can only imagine how Belphegor could’ve reacted. It would’ve been hilarious.

He doesn’t like the part where Mammon pesters him for everything he knows about you. A normie like you? Levi thinks Mammon is better off without you. (He wants to be your protector secretly).

Satan is surprised since he thought anyone with a brain could pick it up. He will only help by dropping a few hints on what Mammon is really like, but he doesn’t really care. He offers to become your new babysitter if only for the chance of destroying Lucifer’s hopes and dreams somehow. He’ll figure it out as he goes.

never quite sure what to put when the reqs are super long but i hope you like it!!! i think your prompt could be the post itself haha. great idea tho

[severalforraelee]

Chaos: Prove It Short Story

Prompt: Please do one where max and yn is getting into the whole parenting thing and its UTTER CHAOS in the Verstappen household please

Written by raelee / Posted Sep 10

Word count: 1,123

Masterlist

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My exhausted body wakes up slowly, pleading to go back to sleep. I keep my eyes closed, willing for sleep to come back.

“You have to be gentle with her, Rowan, we’ve talked about this,” Max’s voice echoes through the house from the living room. I can hear Keagan making the whooshing sound that he makes whenever he’s playing with his cars.

Ah, so that’s what woke me up. The sound of my boys.

The sound of an infant wailing soon follows.

And the sound of my girl, too.

“I just don’t know why,” Rowan responds to his dad in a very matter-of-fact way.

Rowan always needs an explanation for everything, and if he forgets it and needs an explanation later, he’ll ask you again. And he’ll keep asking about the details until he fully grasps the concept- well, as good as a five year old can. It’s something that he gets from Max, which means it absolutely inferirates Max. Which means that I find it hilarious.

“Because she’s very small and fragile,” my husband’s voice gets louder as I walk down the hall, blanket wrapped around my shoulders and Tala on my heels.

“Oh.”

Max looks up as I enter the living room but Keagan keeps playing with his cars and Rowan keeps his gaze focused on Avery, worried about dropping his baby sister. Tala heads straight for her dog bed, laying down in it but keeping an eye on us.

“I’m sorry, darling, did we wake you up?” He questions.

“Yeah, but it’s fine. I missed you guys,” I yawn, sitting on the couch next to him and leaning against his body.

“Dad, I’m done,” Rowan announces, slipping Avery’s small form from his tiny arms into Max’s ones that are helping him support the baby.

“She’s probably hungry,” I state, noticing that it’s been three hours since she was last fed. Max hands her to me gently, watching as she latches on to begin breastfeeding.

We turn our attention to our oldest child crawling onto the floor by his brother, grabbing a car sitting by Keagan’s knee.

“No, mine,” Keagan cries out, despite holding a car in each hand.

“You weren’t playing with it,” Rowan protests.

“Mine,” Keagan squeals, stomping his foot on the ground.

Then, it happens. Rowan throws the car at Keagan- I really thought we were out of the throwing phase but I guess not- and Keagan lurches forward to bite his brother. Rowan screams as Keagan bites into his skin.

“Boys, hey,” Max rises from the couch, picking up Keagan by the legs and trying to pull him off of Rowan but the grip on that kid is tight.

“Keagan Charles Verstappen, stop that right now,” I scold sternly.

Keagan lets go at the sound of my voice but Max isn’t expecting it yet, stumbling back a few feet with our toddler swinging in the air.

“Are you alright?” Max inspects Rowan’s arm as I scold Keagan further, letting him know that we don’t bite people and we certainly don’t hang on for an extended period of time.

“I’m going to wash my arm with cold water,” Rowan announces while heading towards the bathroom, already knowing what to do from being the target of his brother’s attacks one too many times.

“How come he listens to you and not to me?” Max whines, motioning towards Keagan who’s now playing with his cars again like nothing ever happened.

“I’m going to wash my arm with cold water,” Rowan repeats.

I shrug. “We spend more time together.”

“I’m going to wash my arm with cold water,” Rowan calls from the bathroom.

“Okay,” I call back. I guess we’re now at the repeating-until-I-get-a-response phase. “Did you give the boys breakfast yet?”

“Yeah, they had waffles,” Max leans forward, kissing me on the lips and stroking our daughter’s cheek softly. At least one of them is calm and quiet.

That’s just one out of three, though.

“With whip cream, lots of whip cream,” Rowan adds as he enters the room.

“You weren’t supposed to tell mama about that,” Max whispers to him like it’s still a secret.

Keagan suddenly stands up, drawing all of our attention to him.

“Potty,” he declares.

As soon as the word leaves his mouth, Max is rushing him out of the room. He takes his small hand, leading him to the bathroom while giving him praises for letting us know that he has to use the potty.

I didn’t want to begin potty training Keagan while Avery is still a newborn, but right before I gave birth he showed an interest in it so we decided to jump on that opportunity.

While Keagan showed the interest at first, he sure as hell isn’t now.

“Thanks for letting us know that you had to use the potty, bud,” Max commends.

Rowan begins to play with the cars by himself while I brush a stray curl behind Avery’s ear.

“Oh, not there, Keagan. No, you have to- please, Keagan, just- no! No no no, you go in the toilet,” Max’s cries ring out from the bathroom.

I smirk at the sounds of my husband’s pleas, only imagining what kind of mess he’ll have to clean up. One of the pros of being three weeks postpartum is that I can get away with not doing a lot of things.

Keagan runs out of the bathroom, giggling and diaperless.

“Keagan, go get your diaper and I’ll put it on for you,” I tell him, not knowing how long it’ll take Max to clean up the mess in there. I rest Avery on my shoulder, patting her back and getting her to burp.

By the time I get her settled into her bassinet Keagan is by my side with a Paw Patrol diaper. I put the diaper on for him, settling back on the couch as he goes back to playing with the cars, not even noticing that Rowan is playing with the cars that he was playing with earlier.

My husband emerges from the bathroom with a plastic bag full of used paper towels, shaking his head at me as I laugh at him.

“You’re the one who wanted to potty train him,” I state as he returns from bringing the bag out to the garbage can and washing his hands.

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” he sits down next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

I rest my head on his shoulder. For once, it’s peaceful. Rowan and Keagan are playing well with each other, Avery is resting in her bassinet, and Tala hasn’t moved from her dog bed this whole time. There’s always chaos in our house, but it wouldn’t be the Verstappen household if there wasn’t.

[libraryofloveletters]

can you do prompt 31. “Are you trying to turn me on ?”  with charles in his banana suit? i think it would be funny 😆

LMAOOOO PLEASE I forgot I had this in my inbox, this is hilarious // prompt: “are you trying to turn me on?” 

Charles was on twitch, he had run out of the room to grab a package at the front door, giving you a kiss before running back into the room. You had asked what the package was and you received a nothing! and he was off. 

You could hear the giggling from in the room and your first thought was this man is up to no good and you needed to check on him. 

So you did just that. 

“Charles-” you walk into the room and freeze when you see him. “What the hell are you wearing?” 

He laughs, “I've never looked so good in my life!” He stands, showing you the banana suit. 

“What the hell is that?” You laugh, looking at him. 

“What?” Charles asks, “you don’t like it? Am I not turning you on?” He wiggles his eyebrows making laugh double over in laughter. 

“Are you trying to turn me on? Because it’s not working.” 

“Damn, I thought it would.” He pouts.

“You thought dressing up as a yellow condom would turn me on?” 

“I’m a banana!” He points out, arms folded across his chest. 

[the-offside-rule]

Mason Mount (Chelsea) - Coffee Talks

Requested: on wattpad

Prompts: 44) "I'm just looking at your eyes."

49) "Stop smiling at me, I can't."

Warnings: nope

Running through the streets of London isnt exactly how Y/n imagined her Thursday morning. She more so expected to be doing normal physio assistant things, like maybe taking details or helping the Physiotherapist but no. Coffee runs. She quickly stumbled into the coffee shop to be faced with a massive line to the counter. She was given twenty minutes to be back, how was she gonna do that now? She took her phone out and called the clinic she worked for, waiting for them to answer. "Hello?" The familiar voice of her boss answered. "Hey, it's me Y/n? The line here is huge, I wont be able to be back on time." She explained. "I mean, take your time I suppose. Just be back before ten." She looked at the time. "But that's in twenty five minutes."

"Yes?"

"Nothing, I'll get back as soon as possible." She hung up and sighed, a string of curses being let out underneath her breath. "Next please!"

"Two caramel lattes, one hazelnut latte with hazelnut milk, a chai tea, three cappuccinos and an americano with soy milk and a sugar." She gasped out in one breath. The barista smiled at her. "Whatt size?" She thought for a moment. "Just give me them all large."

"£41.60 altogether please." Her jaw nearly hit the floor. "Jesus, that's gonna hurt the bank account." She chuckled, takingher card out to tap.

"I'm so sorry miss, it declined." Y/n groaned. "Are you sure?" The barista nodded. "Is there any way I could put this on a tab and pay later? My wages are in today." She shook her head. "I'm afraid not." Right then, she spotted a card being handed across her shoulder. "I'll pay-" She cut the polite stranger off. "No, I have cash." She quickly muttered, opening her purse and handing over a fifty pound note. Y/n received her change and quickly grabbed her coffee and speed walked towards the door. "Six pounds for a fucking cup of flavoured water and milk." She muttered, leaving the coffee shop. She heard a chuckle from someone behind her. She turned to see a man with brown hair, almost as if it was off of a Disney Prince. "Sorry, that was hilarious." He said. "Well it's true. Shouldn't be over 3 pounds. It wasnt where I'm from."

"Well, I'm here because you left your card for the tube at the counter." She looked down and saw him handing her a card. "Oh my god, thank you!" She exclaimed. "Could you just put it in my pocket please? My hands are full." The man put the card into her coat pocket and then went in front of her to open the door. "After you." He smiled. "Whhy thank you?" She paused and waited for his name. "Mason. And you're welcome?"

"Y/n." The smile stayed the same. "Nice name." Y/n shivered as she stood in the street. "Freezing, isnt it?" She said through jittering teeth. "I can give you a lift if you'd like. My cars only a minute away." Mason said pointing down the street. "No, no. I'm fine getting the tube." She said. "You sure?" She nodded. "Well I mean theres two stops I could get off at but the one that goes a bit further is three minutes closer to work." Mason smiled again. She kind of loved his smile. "It'll be quicker by car. Theres mental lines at the tube, especially this time of year." She thought to herself for a while before kindly accepting his offer. "As long as you aren't a serial killer." She joked. "Ah, my covers blown now." She giggled at his light hearted response. They continued talking until they reached his car. Now, Y/n expected something different, a car that someone his age would have like maybe a polo or a ford but what wasnt on her list was a custom black mercedes g wagon.

"This is your car?" He nodded and opened the door. "Just bought it. Real fast." He said. Y/n was dumbfounded. Who was this guy? "What are you, a doctor or something?" She asked, sitting into the car. "Nah, guess again." He closed the door and walked around to his side where he got in. "You a doctor maybe?" He shook his head and looked out the window to look for traffic. "How about celebrity? You a secret celebrity?" He grinned. "Something like that."

"Singer?"

"No."

"Actor?"

"No."

"Model?"

"Sometimes." Her face twisted. "What do you mean sometimes?" She asked. "Sometimes I'm asked to model soome stuff." She thought for a minute. "Footballer?" He looked over and nodded. "Chelsea?" He nodded again. "You're not Mason Mount are you?"

"And shes won it!" He exclaims. "So what is it that you do, since you know mine and all." He asked. "I'm a physio assistant. I graduated in September." Mason nodded. "Are you working in a hospital? A clinic?"

"I'm working in a clinic. I hate them all there but its work." She sighed and looked out the window. "Well, if you ever need, I've got links in Chelsea." He joked. "Ha, ha. How'd you get links there?" She joked back. "You know what I mean though. If you ever need out of there, just let me know." She smiled and looked out the window. "And how will I manage to do that?" She paused. "This is my stop." She said. As Mason pulled in, she turned back to face him, but was instead faced by his phone, opened. "Giving me an iPhone 11? How generous." She chuckled. "No, no, put your number in. That's how you're gonna message me about Chelsea." She smiled as she took his phone. "Or anything else."

Y/n typed her number in before handing it back. "Same goes for you. Thanks for the lift by the way." She smiled and hopped out, but by the time she turned around to wave goodbye, her prince charming was already gone, and nothing but a memory that made her smile like nothing ever had.