#or maybe i have told her something ive forgotten

[yume-fanfare]

on a slightly different note a friend i made recently who hasn't known me for long enough was telling me this morning "did you see this one character i think he's kind of your type" (proceeds to show me brat with pink hair) and it's fascinating that she clocked me so fast. i hadnt even told her abt mitsuba Or anything abt enstars

[amiaclone]

Oh hello! I love the way you write, could you write something like the reader is pregnant by player 333 and he protects her no matter what in the games,ty ✨️

YES IVE BEEN WAITING FOR PLAYER 333

Soo since this is basically just Junhee I’m gonna add a bit more to the plot if you don’t mind!

You were in the first games like Gi hun you didn’t win although you escaped after you lost at one of the games (let’s say marbles) was living with Gi hun for a good while then moved out etc met Lee Myung gi (player 333) got you pregnant did the scam etc anyways you wanted to help Gi hun but not get involved but Front man kidnapped you anyways for fun and well….here you are

Since I like Junhee I don’t wanna erase her so she’s like a spy or sm 😔 a whole different plot but interesting still

Anyways here it is!

Lee Myung Gi x Fem! Reader

You sighed in annoyance as your ex came to bother you about if you were okay or needed anything the usual

You didn’t even wanna be here but be with him? No way!

You won’t lie you *did* need help in a place like this but with him? No way!

“Do you need my extra milk? A place like this isn’t fit for someone like you! Bla bla bla” that’s all he ever said

Myung gi and you used to be one of those lovey dovey couples who you’d think would get married or something…..it could of happened if he didn’t end up with you losing your money and ghosting you

For the money? Meh you didn’t care as Gi hun managed to pay off your debts but ghosting? That was cold you called almost everyday and received little knowledge……yeah he deserves what’s coming to him

Currently it was after red light green light and he was bothering you about a new thing!

“You played these games before and never told me?”

You rolled your eyes “Yeah cause telling someone I was kidnapped and forced to play children games and could die is so believable”

He shook his head “Yeah well things like this aren’t just things you can forget about! How did you leave why did you go back-“

You turned to him rather harshly “Not that it concerns you but I don’t wanna be here just as much as anyone else” you sighed staring at your stomach for a bit your child could die here…..you could die here was it really worth it?

He noticed and stood firm “Well I’ll protect you” you gave him a small glare

“How am I supposed to know I can trust you?”

He shook his head “Don’t be stubborn y/n in your condition if the majority votes to stay….your chances are very slim”

You sighed looking up at the roof “Fine. But don’t think this means I have forgotten anything”

He sighed smiling that you’d agree maybe this is a chance to finally make things up with you?

Cue to the six legged pentathlon

You teamed with Gi hun followed by your ex who’s been following you around the whole time like a lost puppy except the puppy is preventing anything from even looking at or touching said person aka you

So far you agreed to do Jegi as it seemed the easiest

“Don’t you think it’d be dangerous-“

“I’m doing it”

Luckily we barely lived even though In ho/Player 001 nearly screwed it over for us and you all headed out

Once again Myung Gi stood by your side you even cheered with him for passing it he smiled

Oh wait your still supposed to be mad at him you quickly erased that smile with a frown

“Well thanks for protecting me i suppose you’ve been nice…”

“Nice enough for me to finally show you I’m sorry?”

“No”

He mentally groaned he knew he messed up but he really did miss you ghosting you was a big regret but he didn’t want you getting involved because people were trying to kill him!

Well atleast you’re nice enough to try tolerating that’s a start…

Cue to mingle

You haven’t seen Myung for almost the whole game and to be honest you were getting kinda worried you were with Gi hun and the team you formed back in six legged pentathlon

The new number was seven you grabbed onto Junhee a kind girl who told you in secret she was a spy for the government (Cool plot might use it for an oc) who you’ve bonded with the whole time you were here

You ran but someone fell you think it was Young Mi? Anyways just as the door was about to close *He* walked in

Ah typical Myung gi smiled staring at everyone specifically you as he expected to be seen as a hero

Why were you kinda relieved to see him?

Which you agreed he did technically save your lifes you empathised heavily with Hyun Ju banging on the door crying for Young Mi it gave you flashbacks of the first games you didn’t lose anyone typically close you can recall but still a sad time..

Anyways Hyun Ju blamed Myung gi while Myung gi defended himself and begged any of us to agree with him which you did

“I’m sorry about Young mi Hyun Ju but he’s got a point we all would have died”

Myung gi seemed relieved and when you were all walking out walked up to you “Thank you for defending me does this mean we can talk? Oh! Watch your step”

He points at the wall when you were a good distance from it you rolled your eyes

“This doesn’t change anything I just agreed with you cause you were right”

Before he could say anything the last round started

It said 2 and he immediately grabbed you before you could even comprehend who it was luckily he found a random door barely and slammed it shut breathing heavily

“Thanks” is all you could mutter heavily breathing

He smiled

“As long as I’m here I’ll protect you”

And why did you feel comforted by that….

I loved this one smmmm we need more Myung gi fanfics! Hope you likeddd it

[crappymixtape]

because of you • epilogue

PART I • PART II • PART III • PART IV • PART V • EPILOGUE ❝ an enemies to lovers fic with Steve? 💙 maybe they have to put aside their differences to fight upside down stuff and realize they actually have a lot in common 👀 • 18+ | ( 1k – a little bit of king!steve, mostly angst with a dash of fluff, enemies to idiots in love, steve x reader )

B E C A U S E O F Y O U • E P I L O G U E 🎶 believer – piano version, SYML

❝ WE’VE BECOME ECHOES, BUT ECHOES ARE FADING AWAY, SO LET’S DANCE LIKE TWO SHADOWS, BURNING OUT A GLORY DAY ❞

Walking across the parking lot of Hawkins High with Steve Harrington’s hand in the back pocket of your jeans was a surreal feeling. Never in a million years did you think you’d be on speaking terms with him let alone dating him. You also didn’t think the world would end, so maybe being wrong was something to get used to.

Steve had a bag of clothes under one arm while you pulled a wagon of canned food and blankets behind you. It seemed like everyone was in need of something – shirts, coats, shoes, bread, cheese, shelter – and despite the way everyone had rallied against Eddie, they changed their tune quick after the news broke. Came together as a community to support each other through these unprecedented events.

The story came out that it had been a serial killer who’d murdered those poor kids, not Eddie, and it was all forgotten anyway the minute your little town suddenly turned into a war zone. Helicopters and tanks and soldiers, scientists and news crews from all over the nation. The ash hadn’t stopped falling since the Creel House and in the daylight the damage was so much worse than any of you had expected.

When Steve drove you home, it just simply wasn’t there. Swallowed up in one of four deep gashes splitting the earth at the seams. Your parents had survived, came back to see if maybe you’d go home to find them and tried to salvage whatever they could.

They’d sought shelter with your aunt on the other side of town, but Steve insisted you stay with him. Told you you’d have your own room and space and whatever you needed and when you expected a no, your parents surprised you with a yes, with relief. It was tight enough over at your aunt’s as it was and maybe it was better that way. With a friend – friend.

“Donations?” a volunteer asked, pulling you from your thoughts.

“What?” you started, but Steve held up his bag.

“Yeah, yeah. Clothes, food, some blankets.”

“Great, that’s perfect. Clothes are on the tables at the far end of the cafeteria, food is being collected here in the quad and blankets go to the library,” the volunteer said and Steve thanked her with a small smile.

Even though you were bringing things to donate, it was a weird feeling knowing you’d likely be looking for things for you too. You wondered about everyone else. Wondered if they had lost everything too and hoped they hadn’t. Hoped they were all safe. The Wheelers, the Sinclairs, Max and Robin and Eddie–

“Holy shit–no way! Sweetheart, who’s that in your back pocket??”

As if summoned by your very thoughts, Eddie materialized at the bottom of the parking lot turning your cheeks cherry red, Steve’s hand still tucked into your jeans.

He gave Eddie a big grin and dipped down to press a kiss to your temple, “Shut up, Munson.”

“It’s Steve you idiot,” you snarked, lips tugged up in a little smile, no heat behind it and as soon as you passed the wagon off to a volunteer, your best friend was pulling you into a hug.

“Missed you too, sweetheart,” Eddie murmured into your hair, holding you tight to his chest. His voice wobbled a little and it made your throat squeeze. He’d brushed with death last night, just the same as you, and feeling him here – really here – was like a big sigh of relief.

“Wayne okay?” you asked quietly and he nodded, curls tangling with yours.

“Yeah, thank fuck,” he exhaled, finally letting you go to rub at the back of his neck. “Trailer’s totaled though.”

“My place too,” you commiserated and Steve’s grin faded as his realized just how much had been at stake outside of the party, outside of Vecna.

“Listen,” he started, clearing his throat, “My parents checked in this morning to make sure I was alright, but aren’t coming home anytime soon. If you need a place to stay there’s plenty of room…” Steve jammed his hands in his pockets, unsure if he’d crossed a line or was breaking some unsaid rule, but Eddie grabbed him by the arm and yanked him into a hug too.

“Thanks, man! God, that’d be great. Promise Wayne and I aren’t messy, we’ll clean up and help with dinner and the trash and–”

“Eddie,” Steve laughed, giving the other boy’s shoulder a squeeze, “It’s okay, I’m sure you’re fine.”

You were positive your heart was going to burst, tears stinging at the corners of your eyes for what felt like the hundredth time in the last 24 hours – mostly because of these two idiots – and both boys noticed at the same moment.

Eddie frowned, worried, “Hey, hey, what’s up?”

“Oh–shit–you okay, Princess?” Steve asked, his words blending together with Eddie’s.

“No, I’m okay–” you sniffled, pressing your palms to your eyes, half-laughing at how stupid you felt, “–you two just suck.”

Both boys laughed, we love you, and Steve pulled you under his arm, “Hate to say it, but I think you’re stuck with us.” He shot Eddie a look and the other boy grinned.

“Yep. Sorry, sweetheart,” Eddie gave you one of his too-charming winks, “can’t get out of this one.”

You huffed a laugh and buried your face into Steve’s chest. Warm like summer and the sun, like safe and home, and when you pulled away to push up onto your toes and catch his lips between yours a voice echoed across the quad.

“OH MY GOD–WHAT?? STEVE, WHAT THE HELL?? WHEN WERE YOU GOING TO TELL ME YOU’RE DATING–”

“Oh, Christ–Robin! I’m right here, you don’t have to yell!”

[ I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF, THIS SCENE WAS SCREAMING AT ME LIKE ROBIN – YOU'RE WELCOME ]

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[callmedaleelah]

— Pinnacle [ tsukishima kei university au series ]

— i keep recalling things we never did ; why are you eating ramen and burnt cheesecake in a café with him? what if people think that you’re on a date?

author’s notes : no mention of (y/n), written in second person pov, semi alternative universe, timeskip!tsukishima, college life, not proofread, english is not my first language

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The morning air was cool as you stepped into the classroom, your heart heavy with anxiety. The exhaustion from the past week clung to you, but there was also a small flicker of gratitude in your chest. Tsukishima had been there for you all night, helping you cram as much information as possible. He had even insisted on dropping you off at class, carrying your bag and other belongings because your hand still hurt from the IV needle. He made sure you were settled in your seat before leaving without a word, a gesture that left you both touched and a bit bewildered. You promised yourself you would find a way to thank him properly after this exam, maybe by treating him to something nice or doing whatever he wanted.

As the exam began, your worries resurfaced. Despite Tsukishima’s help, you still felt unprepared. Some of the questions seemed foreign, and you found yourself leaving several blank as the clock ticked down. By the time it was over, a sense of dread had settled in your stomach. You could barely remember walking out of the classroom, your mind too preoccupied with thoughts of failure. All you wanted was to get back to your dorm and rest, but the nagging uncertainty about the answers kept you flipping through your book as you walked.

“Loosen up, the exam is over,” came a familiar voice from behind you.

You turned to see Tsukishima standing there, a slight grin playing on his lips as he approached. There was a teasing glint in his eyes as he reached out to close your book gently. “Your body has been telling you to stop looking at your books since yesterday when you collapsed at the infirmary, and here you are still studying even after the exam is over.”

His words, though spoken with his usual dry tone, held a touch of concern beneath the surface. You wanted to tell him how much you feared you had failed, but the thought of burdening him further made you bite your tongue. Instead, you pushed your emotions aside and mustered a warm smile. “How was your exam?” you asked, trying to shift the focus away from yourself.

“Good, think I did pretty well,” he answered, his confidence evident as he began walking beside you.

You nodded, taking a deep breath. “I want to treat you to something since you took care of me yesterday,” you said, your voice sincere.

He frowned slightly, his expression questioning.

“It’d be impolite of me not to return your kindness,” you replied, hoping he understood how much his help had meant to you.

“Kindness?” he chuckled, a sound that was almost amused. “I told you the doctor asked me to help. I was just doing her a favor.”

“Yeah, but still—” you began, feeling a bit flustered by his nonchalant attitude.

He cut you off with a shrug, a small smirk on his lips. “Okay, if you insist. Let’s get some ramen and burnt cheesecake at the café downtown.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his choice, surprised that someone like Tsukishima would have such a specific dessert preference. But you agreed, the thought of resting at your dorm forgotten as the prospect of spending more time with him took over.

The café was as cozy and inviting as you remembered, a favorite spot for university students to unwind. The space was filled with warm lighting and soft music, creating a homey atmosphere that made it easy to relax. Around you, couples occupied most of the tables, enjoying quiet moments together, sharing laughs, and indulging in sweet treats. You couldn’t help but notice how many of them were on dates, their conversations and gestures filled with affection.

As you waited for your order, Tsukishima excused himself to the restroom. Left alone, you glanced around the room, taking in the sight of other students. It struck you suddenly that, from an outsider’s perspective, you and Tsukishima might look like just another couple on a date. The thought sent a brief flutter through your chest, but you quickly shook it off, not wanting to read too much into it. After all, this was just a simple thank-you meal—nothing more.

Or at least, that’s what you kept telling yourself as you waited for him to return.

Two bowl of ramen was steaming, the broth rich and savory, and two slice of burnt cheesecake you ordered sat beside it, looking almost too beautiful to eat. You both settled into a relaxed rhythm, exchanging conversation that flowed more easily than you expected.

“This place is nice,” you commented, glancing around at the cozy interior. “I’ve never been here before.”

“Yeah, I usually come here with Yamaguchi,” Tsukishima replied, taking a casual sip of his tea. “It’s quiet enough, not too crowded. Perfect for avoiding people.”

You chuckled, finding his usual avoidance of crowds almost endearing. “Sounds like you,” you teased lightly. “So, do you always order the burnt cheesecake?”

Tsukishima smirked, a small curve of his lips that was more subtle than full-on amusement. “Only if I’m in the mood,” he said, his eyes glancing at you from beneath his blonde bangs. “I didn’t peg you as someone who’d enjoy this kind of place.”

“I guess I’m full of surprises,” you said with a grin. “But honestly, I’ve been too busy with exams to explore much.”

“Typical freshman,” he muttered, but there was no malice in his tone, only the familiar teasing you were starting to appreciate. “How are you holding up with your classes?”

You sighed, feeling a bit more at ease talking to him than you would have expected a few days ago. “Barely. This semester has been a lot tougher than I imagined. Sometimes I wonder if I’m even cut out for biochemistry.”

He raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. “If you weren’t, you wouldn’t have made it this far.”

You blinked at his straightforward reply, a warmth blooming in your chest at his unexpected reassurance. “I guess,” you murmured, your voice softer.

As the conversation continued, you found yourself noticing the small details about him, details you hadn’t paid attention to before. The soft freckles scattered across his face, faint but noticeable when the café’s warm light hit him just right. The way his lips quirked into a half-smile when you said something he found mildly amusing. How his eyes, sharp and intelligent, would flicker toward you, only to quickly look away as if he didn’t want to be caught staring.

There was a moment when he laughed—a deep, rich sound that made your heart skip. His nose scrunched slightly, just enough to soften his usual stoic expression, and you realized you liked seeing him like this, more relaxed, more open.

You couldn’t help but wonder if this was a side of Tsukishima that few people got to see, a version of him reserved for moments like these, where the world outside the café didn’t matter.

You smiled, feeling a comfortable silence settle between you, the earlier tension from your exam worries fading into the background. It felt nice, this moment of connection between you two, and for a while, you let yourself forget the pressures of university life.

But just as you were settling into the calm, your phone suddenly buzzed on the table. The sound broke the quiet bubble you’d been in, and you glanced down to see the reminder flashing on the screen—Take your ginger tonic and vitamins.

You quickly snoozed the alarm, feeling a slight flush rise to your cheeks, but it was too late. Tsukishima had already stolen a glance at your phone, his lips quirking up into an amused smirk.

“So, you like ginseng tonic?” he asked, his tone teasing as he raised an eyebrow at you.

You nearly choked on your food, shaking your head furiously. “No—my mom makes me,” you replied, a bit more defensively than you intended.

Tsukishima seemed taken aback by your quick response, but the surprise quickly faded into another teasing comment. “Seems like your mom really knows how to take care of you,” he said, his voice laced with a playful edge.

You tried to laugh it off, but your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes. “She says I’m too clueless to take care of myself, so she has to intervene,” you joked, though there was an undeniable bitterness beneath your words. You hadn’t meant to let it slip, but Tsukishima’s perceptive gaze caught it instantly. His teasing demeanor softened slightly, but he didn’t press further, sensing that there was more to the story.

Instead, he reached across the table, his hand moving with surprising gentleness. Before you could react, his thumb brushed against the corner of your lips, wiping away a small spot of broth you hadn’t noticed. The contact was brief, but it sent a jolt through you, making you freeze as your heart suddenly sped up.

The world seemed to slow down for a moment, and you could feel the warmth of his touch lingering on your skin. Tsukishima’s expression was unreadable, but his eyes held a softness that made your breath hitch. The café around you faded into the background, and all you could focus on was the tenderness in his gesture, the way his eyes flickered with something deeper than just casual concern.

Neither of you spoke, the silence hanging in the air like a delicate thread. You could feel your cheeks growing warm under his gaze, your thoughts a jumble of confusion and a budding realization that perhaps, just maybe, there was something more between you two than just a reluctant mentor-student relationship.

Finally, Tsukishima broke the tension with a small, almost imperceptible smile, his hand retracting back to his side. “You missed a spot,” he said lightly, but his voice had a gentleness to it that made your heart flutter.

You managed a weak laugh, trying to shake off the overwhelming emotions that threatened to spill over. “Thanks,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

The moment passed, but the memory of it lingered, etched into your mind like a secret you weren’t quite ready to share, not even with yourself.

As you both continued to eat, the earlier playful banter faded into a more comfortable silence. Yet, the unspoken understanding between you two grew, and with it, a warmth that neither of you could deny, even if you didn’t fully understand it yet.

The café had grown quieter as the afternoon wore on, the soft hum of conversation and the clinking of dishes providing a comforting background to your shared meal. You and Tsukishima had settled into a relaxed conversation, the earlier tension gradually melting away as you discussed everything from university life to random observations about the people around you.

He had just finished the last bite of his burnt cheesecake, and you were savoring the final spoonfuls of your ramen, the warmth of the broth lingering in your chest. You felt surprisingly content, more at ease than you had in weeks, thanks in no small part to Tsukishima’s presence.

As you set down your spoon, you reached for your bag, ready to pay for the meal as you had promised. But before you could pull out your wallet, you caught the attention of the waiter, gesturing for the bill.

The waiter approached with a polite smile, holding a small leather-bound folder. “Your bill has already been taken care of,” he said, handing the receipt to Tsukishima instead.

You blinked in surprise, your eyes darting between Tsukishima and the waiter. “Wait, what? No, I was supposed to pay—”

Tsukishima looked at you with a calm, unbothered expression, his hand already tucking the receipt into his pocket. “I got it,” he said simply, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“But… why? I said I’d treat you. You took care of me, remember?” You couldn’t hide the confusion in your voice, your brows furrowed in disbelief.

He leaned back in his chair, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “What kind of man do you think I am, letting a woman pay for the lunch I chose?”

His tone was light, but the weight of his words made your heart skip a beat. There was something undeniably charming in the way he said it, his usual teasing edge softened with a hint of genuine chivalry that caught you off guard.

“But—” you started, but he interrupted, holding up a hand.

“You can save your arguments for next time,” he said, his voice steady and calm. “Consider this a thank you—for putting up with my attitude this past semester.”

You felt your cheeks warm at his unexpected admission, your protest fading into a soft smile. “You’re not that bad,” you said quietly, though your heart was racing a little. “I mean, you did help me a lot.”

Tsukishima’s eyes met yours, and for a moment, you saw something in his gaze that made your breath catch—a fleeting softness, a quiet acknowledgment of the connection that had been growing between you. It was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by his usual guarded expression, but the memory of it lingered, making your chest tighten with a mix of emotions you weren’t ready to untangle.

“I’m serious, though,” you continued, trying to regain some composure. “Next time, it’s on me.”

He raised an eyebrow, a small, amused smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “We’ll see.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, but couldn’t help the warmth that spread through you at the thought of a next time. The idea that there could be more moments like this, more shared meals and conversations, filled you with a quiet sense of anticipation.

As you both stood up to leave, Tsukishima casually picked up your bag, slinging it over his shoulder as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “Let’s go,” he said, his voice steady and unhurried.

You followed him out of the café, the afternoon sun casting long shadows on the pavement as you walked side by side. The day had taken an unexpected turn, and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude for this moment—one that felt like the beginning of something you couldn’t quite name.

And as you walked together, the light breeze ruffling your hair, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t just the end of a shared meal, but is it just you hoping for more?

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[ourfatherwhoartinhell]

Love, Eternal // [Part IV]

Pairing | Phantom x Sister!Reader

Word count | 1.3k

⚠️ Warnings | Reader uses she/her pronouns, (y/n) is used once. There is a ritual scene. TW for murder ghouls, blood, injuries, assault, violence, and death.

Plot Summary: Today was Phantom's summoning day, a special occasion akin to a birthday. Eager to surprise him with a homemade cake, you realize you're missing ingredients and head into town. On the way back, you encounter trouble with some members of the Catholic church that changes the course of your life in the Ministry - and with Phantom - forever.

A/N: I TOLD YOU IT HAS A HAPPY ENDING! This is the last part! Thank you so much for reading this far, I hope it was an enjoyable read. Much love 🖤 xo Emery

[Prev]

Phantom returned a short while later, Swiss and Dew silently trailing him. The poor ghoul was absolutely overcome with grief. Once he found you in the driveway, he could immediately smell the putrid odour of the men who did this to you, their scents still fresh on your beaten body.

When he left the Ministry he had no thoughts but revenge. It was easy for him to pick up on their scent once he was outside, his abilities and senses heightened in his manic state. 

Swiss and Dew knew better than to interrupt a ghoul on a warpath, so they kept their distance, allowing Phantom to do what needed to be done. Sometimes his packmates had wondered how he ever survived in the pit, his trademark traits of being approachable and kind didn’t fly down there.

However, as his fangs elongated and his claws unglamoured, Phantom was quickly proving to all that he was a ghoul from hell after all; mindlessly pulling the first unfortunate soul apart with ease, Swiss and Dew watched proudly as the young ghoul forced the vile human to choke on his internal organs.

Phantom had begun his hunt.

Walking slowly back to the Abbey, Phantom began to come back to earth. His mind was riddled with thoughts of what he could have done differently; maybe he shouldn’t have skipped so many lessons with Aether to spend time with you, maybe he should’ve asked Omega more questions about what his Quintessence could do before he was sent away.

Lost in his thoughts, he began to weep. The thought of losing you and ultimately failing his older brothers, the thought of realizing you were his mate and never getting the chance to tell you. It was almost too much for Phantom to endure.

The blood smearing across his face as he wiped away his tears only made him cry harder. He was covered in as much blood as you were, the only difference being none of it was his. What’s done was done. He was a murderer now. No better than the vermin he just effortlessly dispatched. Phantom knew they would get a special greeting in hell, and that fact brought him a fleeting sense of relief.

He needed to see you one last time. He made his way back up to the main ritual room where he knew Copia would still be with you, but he never could’ve imagined what would be waiting for him once he got there. Rain and Mountain were already inside, the arrangements long forgotten. Dew and Swiss made their appearances known as they stepped behind the young ghoul who had been stopped in the doorway.

“I need to see her, Papa. Please. Just once.”

Copia silently signalled Dew and Swiss closer. “I can’t let you do that.”

“Excuse me?” The fury in Phantom’s eyes quickly returned.

Copia knew better than to get in the way of an angry ghoul, learning his lesson as a child growing up with Alpha, but he stood fast. “Phantom, there’s something you need to know–“

However, the young Quint was hearing none of it as he pushed past Copia and wiggled out of his brothers' grasp.

What he found as he entered further into the room was exactly what he expected: you. What he didn’t expect to see was you… alive? This must have been a dream. He shut his blood stained eyes once, and then twice. You were right in front of him, now sitting between Rain and Mountain in the same place he watched you die - where he felt you die.

What he felt now was something familiar, yet completely new.

Rain had already washed the blood off your face and found you one of the ghoulette’s spare outfits while Mountain had tied up your hair in a ghoulish fashion. Phantom’s brain couldn't compute what he was seeing as he moved cautiously toward where you sat on the ground, still too weak to stand.

Your skin had turned to a violet grey, similar to Phantom’s. Your nails had grown into beautiful claws, and fangs extended where your canines used to be. Your hair turned to a dark blue that almost matched Rain’s, with lighter patches of skin decorating your hairline and cheeks like scales. Phantom noticed your ears were sharp and pointed like Dew's, with the skin at the tip a dark red.

Phantom fell to his knees in front of you, speechless and in awe.

“How–” 

It was like he was looking at an angel gifted from hell. You were one of them now. His beautiful ghuleh, with pieces of all the brothers who helped save you.

When you looked up at Phantom from your place between the two ghouls (who were now your brothers too), Phantom couldn’t contain his tears any longer. Though these were not the tears of sadness and grief from before, these were tears of bewilderment and relief. He didn’t notice at first, but you had the same lighter patch over your eye as he did. Your left eye was a gorgeous shade of ice blue, contrasting the darker grey of the other one. It reminded him of Papa.

“Phantom?”

You were taken aback slightly at the sight of the friendliest ghoul you knew, kneeling in front of you covered in blood from head to toe. He chuckled slightly at the lisp you had when you called his name, not used to your fangs yet. You had extra long ones too, thanks to Swiss. If he was in any other situation, Phantom would've found it incredibly hot.

“If I had known, I would’ve washed up.” He said, looking down at his bloodied attire. His brothers moved aside so Phantom could wrap you in a hug that he never wanted to leave, eager to have your new scent permanently etched onto his soul. “I’m here. I’m never leaving you again.���

The two of you sat like that for a while, your newly heightened senses almost becoming overwhelmed with 5 ghouls and Copia all in the same room. However, if you focused on Phantom, everything felt calm and quiet. You felt safe, wondering if this is how he felt every time he was with you.

You didn’t really know what happened. One minute you were struggling to breathe outside after getting ambushed, the next you had died. Rain and Mountain gave you the Coles notes version of what happened when you awoke. None of which you remembered. You don’t remember much of your time in the pit either. There were ghouls everywhere and it was warm, but not unbearable like you had come to fear it would be. There was one thing you did remember from your time down below though…

“Hey,” you said, as you pushed Phantom off you to look him in the eye. Normally that would’ve been impossible, but you’d worry about that weirdness later. “The devil says Happy Birthday.”

Phantom smiles wider than you have ever seen and places his forehead on yours before desperately, but lovingly, crashing his lips on yours.

“Let’s see Jesus do THAT.” Dew blurts out, completely ruining the tender moment, but not a soul in this room could care as everyone lets out a laugh.

“My dear ghuleh,” Copia says softly, approaching as Phantom helps you to your feet. “You don’t have to choose right now, but in light of your new situation, if there is perhaps a new name you feel is better suited? I can make arrangements on your behalf.”

“Eris.” You spoke as you leaned into Phantom’s touch. “Like the goddess of chaos, cause that’s exactly how this all feels.”

Copia smiled warmly, “Then welcome back to the Ministry, Eris.”

Standing behind you, Phantom cradled you protectively in his arms, nuzzling his nose into your neck. “It’s perfect.”

Copia and your new family left you to get reacquainted. You returned the affection as you twisted to hug your lover once again, relishing in the sweetest scent you had ever experienced as you began to involuntarily rub your cheek over his chest. You were starting to realize what the ghouls meant about the scent thing, Phantom’s was intoxicating and you never wanted to leave. It was like he was made just for you.

“So… I guess no cake then, huh?” Phantom snickers as he leaves soft kisses behind your ear before continuing down your neck.

You quickly pulled away from his embrace. “That was supposed to be a surprise!”

His hands interlocked and rested along the base of your spine. His amused gaze lovingly met the look of disappointment on your face before you let out a frustrated ‘ugh!’ and headbutted his chest.

“Ow!” He yelped. “Sweetheart you’ve got horns now, and apparently Dew gave you some flippin’ pointy ones too.”

“Oops.”

You looked up at Phantom sympathetically, your tail suddenly making an appearance and wrapping around his leg.

“You got my tail though,” he winked.

“My darling ghoul, you have all of me. My heart, my life, and my love, eternally.”

[Prev]

[gigglesandfreckles-hp]

could you do please number 18 for the prompts you posted?

I absolutely love everything you write. I've even read a lot of your Star Wars fic and ive only actually seen a couple of the star wars movies 🤣🤣 you are just such a gifted writer!

i went a bit AWOL on this and it got away from me! i call this…jily-adjacent??? hope you don't mind, anon! x

from these prompts

“This is ridiculous.”

“I’m beginning to think you’re not enjoying this quality time as much as I am, Evans.”

Lily rolls her eyes, even though he can’t see her through the door. “You know,” she grunts, pulling the skirt up, and smoothing her top down over the hem, “most people opt to go out for a pint or something.” She appraises herself in the tall mirror, then swings open the door to the dressing room. “Just posing an alternative for the future.”

Sirius grins at her. “Don’t act like you didn’t love picking the outfit I’m likely to die in.” He motions for her to turn around and tugs at the skirt, clicking his teeth with the same disappointment he’s shown at the last several options.

She sighs and walks back over to the rack, grabbing the next choice: a midi-length black dress, with puffed sleeves that make her think of her great-grandmum.

“God, this is awful,” she says, pulling it off the hanger.

“In case you’ve forgotten, Evans,” Sirius says, taking the dress from her hands and holding it up in front of her, “you’ve removed ‘going out for a pint’ from the equation for us.” He pokes at her stomach as he turns to put the dress back up on the rack.

Lily smiles automatically at the reminder of what Sirius declared to be the ‘only good fucking news since fucking Hogwarts’ when she and James finally told him last week. She pops back behind the dressing room door, making quick work of the skirt and shirt ensemble, and pulls her own jumper and jeans back on. The jeans feel tighter today than usual, and she wonders if it’s because of the baby or if she’s just imagining things.

“Anyway,” Sirius says, from outside the dressing room, “maybe we should just try some Muggle shops. This place isn’t doing it for me anymore.”

Lily snorts as she pushes back through the doors, once again in her own clothes. “We’re going to the bloody Malfoys’,” she says, lowering her voice. “If we show up in Muggle clothes, we’ll be murdered in the entryway.”

“Excuse me,” Sirius says with a haughty sniff, flicking his hair over his shoulder, “but please don’t speak about my delightful family like that.”

The witch who offered to assist them earlier, before Sirius more or less told her to shut up and leave them alone glares at them from the desk, clearly annoyed that they’re still there and haven’t bought anything yet.

Lily turns back to watch Sirius as he pulls another dress from a nearby rack, frowning as if its existence has deeply offended him. “If the charms wear off and we end up looking like ourselves, who do you think they’re likely to kill first?” she asks.

“Still you,” he says with a regretful sigh. “It’s just such a shame you’ve committed the heinous crime of being born, Lily Potter.”

Sirius and Lily continue to scan the small shop for a dress that could work, but every time Lily finds something remotely bearable, Sirius shoots it down with a comment about the hemline being wrong for her body type or how the style is too 1977.

At Lily’s huff of frustration, Sirius shrugs. “If you just wanted someone to smile and say you look pretty, you should have brought James.”

“Yeah, because he’d love the reminder that we’re going on this mission without him.”

“I tried to get him instead of you,” Sirius reminds her. “Moody said Prongs doesn’t look as good in a dress. Something about the legs.”

“Just find me a dress, Black.”

“What shade of blond?” he asks, referring to the assortment of charms they’ve settled on for their disguises. “Platinum or more of—”

“Why does it matter?”

He affords her the same look of annoyance he’s reserved for the clothes up to this point in their outing. “It’s basic colour theory, Evans.”

She rolls her eyes, but replies, “Like a…honey colour?”

He nods and continues flicking through the hangers. “Speaking of Prongs,” he says, without looking at her—and they weren’t just speaking of him, so Lily knows whatever he’s about to say has been on his mind for a while.

“Yeah.”

“I’ve got some orders.”

“Orders,” Lily echoes, lifting an eyebrow.

He still doesn’t turn to look at her. “If things go tits up, at the Malfoys’, you’re getting the fuck out of there.”

Lily frowns. “Not with—”

“No way, Evans. You’ve—” He turns around now and leans against the rack. “If you wanted to play the hero, you should have thought about that before you got yourself knocked up, alright?”

Lily's brows knit together, and a flicker of irritation sparks in her eyes. “Don’t be so—”

“Obviously, I’m buzzing about the baby! So is Prongs. He—well, Merlin, you don’t need me to tell you. You have to live with the git. But come on, Evans, you can’t be stupid anymore.”

“Stupid anymore?” she bites out. The witch at the desk glances up from her magazine again, but Lily doesn’t care. She steps closer to Sirius, dropping her voice dangerously low. “You and my husband can both fuck off with whatever that is. And I think it’s pretty rich that you and him, of all people, have devised a plan for me to be less stupid, when you two have a patent on the personality trait.”

Sirius laughs loudly, throwing her off kilter. He pats her cheek. “Never change, Evans.”

“What is wrong with you?” she demands.

“Don’t you think,” he says, watching her with a smirk, “that maybe there’s a reason you ended up with Prongs? That you ended up with all of us, really? That maybe it’s not because you even us out and curb our rebellious tendencies, but maybe—just maybe, you’re a little reckless and impulsive, and yeah, a little stupid, too?”

She sputters. “That’s not—”

“If you weren’t,” he continues, still grinning, “my telling you—a woman carrying a literal child in her uterus—to get the hell out of dodge when curses start flying at the Malfoys’ wouldn’t be so personally offensive. In fact,” he tilts his head, “it would probably just seem like common bloody sense.”

Lily opens her mouth to continue to argue with his ridiculous line of logic, but he holds up a hand to stop her as he pulls a deep purple dress from a rack. He holds it against her and smiles widely. 

“This is the one, Evans,” he says with certainty.

She examines it sceptically. “Are you sure? Isn’t it a little—”

He scoffs loudly. “Lily,” he groans with indignation. “Please buy this bloody dress. Your wedding dress was literally horrid and if you’d just asked me, you could have avoided—”

“Oh my God, okay!”

[girlwiththeobsessions]

love sick c.f.

this book has also been published on wattpad. same username as the one on here. i update faster on there.

you and conrad had a secret relationship two summers ago, when you were 15 and he was 16. you broke up with him because your younger sister, belly had liked him, and you were afraid of hurting her. now, flash forward, you were 17, and you thought you had gotten over him, but maybe you haven’t

iv. deb shopping

part 1 part 2 part 3

i had no clue what was going on with conrad, why he was acting so different this summer, making me wonder what happened to the same conrad who would go on and on about infinity.

i slept in that morning, because of the fact that i stayed up way too late at that bonfire, but i eventually got up since i had work today.

when i went downstairs, dressed in a white lifeguard tank top, and red shorts, laurel, steven, and jeremiah were downstairs.

conrad was on the couch, and jere was making a 'hangover smoothie' for him, while steven was standing behind him, looking over his shoulder.

"do we really have to physically sit for our portraits?" jeremiah complained to laurel. "can't she just- look at a picture on her phone or something?"

"right?" i agreed with him.

jeremiah backed up a little from steven, having enough of him hovering over him. "okay, get out." jeremiah pointed at the door.

steven laughed. "what. why?"

"she needs to see you in the flash to capture you essence." laurel said, fixated on her laptop. "while you're still young, and full of hope."

"so poetic, mom." i joked, while steven and jeremiah laughed.

"her words." laurel rolled her eyes at us with a smile.

"well, conrad does not have hope, actually. he's hopeless." jeremiah insulted, causing me to laugh a little. "but! my hangover smoothie, it cures all."

"can you please just hurry up." conrad rushed him from the couch.

"just go back to bed. alright?" jeremiah shot back to him, and steven started looking over his shoulder again.

jeremiah put a hand on steven's chest. "alright, seriously, steven. get out. this is a delicate science."

"she hasn't painted you since you were little. i think it would be nice to have these portraits for when you're older." laurel added in.

"oh, no." steven joked. "when i'm older, they'd have like, holograms i can watch of myself, you know."

"or, this is why we have technology." i say. "where we have pictures? on our phones?"

jeremiah started the blender, causing conrad to jolt awake.

"just sit for your portraits." laurel told me and steven. "you don't see conrad complaining.

"he'll complain when he's actually conscious." i shot back at laurel.

jeremiah went to the couch and tapped conrad. "hey. here."

"come on, man. hurry your ass up, i can't be late to my first day of work." steven rushed jeremiah. "those little country club boomers are gonna tip me so hard they won't know what hit 'em!"

i made a disgusted look at steven. "ew. steven, i swear."

"come on, y/n." jeremiah laughed. "my boys gotta get that bread."

"stop." i shook my head at him.

i look over to see belly walking in the kitchen, and i give her a small smile.

"good morning." jeremiah says to her in an enthusiastic tone.

"belly, where have you been?" laurel asks her in a serious tone. "is that a bruise."

belly stands next to me and i run my fingers over the bruise. "mom, relax, she tripped when we were at the bonfire and landed on her face." i lied, i knew belly wouldn't wanna tell the actual story

"doesn't look that bad." conrad said from the couch, i look over at him, and made eye contact with him for a few seconds before returning my focus back to belly.

"uh, cereal?" jeremiah asked belly.

"yeah, hit me." belly softly responded.

"oh, my god!" susannah ran into the kitchen. "belly and y/n are going to be debutantes!" she hugged both of us.

belly laughed. "it's really not that big of a deal."

i'd forgotten all about the whole deb thing. it'd be hard trying to balance a summer job and being a deb, on top of that, i'd have to find a date.

"i'm sorry, like those two? my sisters, right there?" steven teased us.

"shut up, cretin!" i shot back.

"okay, this is going to be so much fun!" susannah fantasized. "just you wait. there's the tea, the auction, the- ball, of course.. i gotta write this down. we need to go shopping!"

"this sounds expensive." laurel said.

"oh, don't worry, laur, it's on me." susannah smiled. "it was my idea after all."

"y/n, are you sure you wanna do this?" laurel asked me. "it doesn't seem very you."

in truth, not really. but if it made susannah happy, it made me happy. i had to do it for her.

"it's not." conrad, once again, added his two cents from the couch.

i don't know how he went from how he used to act towards me to.. this.

"conrad, could you please be a little more supportive?" susannah told him. "now, which one of you are gonna be belly or y/n's escort to the ball."

"not me." conrad immediately responded.

"shocker." i say, in a sarcastic tone.

"i went last year." conrad finished his sentence.

"me neither. i swore off balls." jeremiah told us, causing steven to laugh. "the dances dude!" jeremiah said, laughing.

"wow, guys!" i say, sarcastically. "stop fighting over us."

"i'm not going with either of you." belly finally spoke up. "i am going to find my own date.

"it says debutantes require instruction, morals, and social etiquette." laurel read off her laptop.

"i'm going for a swim." conrad leaves through the back door, as i watched him go.

"yeah, y/n could use some etiquette." steven laughed.

"and you wonder why you don't have a girlfriend." i rolled my eyes.

all the sound drowned out as i watched conrad from the window, in his shorts, and no shirt on. i missed how things used to be.

i felt a hand on my shoulder. "you alright, y/n?" jeremiah asked me.

"yeah." i tried push aside anything feelings. "we should probably go soon."

"wait." susannah spoke up. "before you go, we have shopping to do!"

"seriously?" i asked. "i have work. i'm not going shopping."

but that wasn't true. susannah is a really convincing person, so before i knew it, i was shopping around stores with susannah, laurel, and belly, for the debutante thing.

i tried on different dresses, all colors, and different accessory's, hats, sunglasses, and bow, bags over my hands and arms.

then, i had to try on a debutante dress, i found a beautiful white long dress, i loved it, but maybe conrad and laurel were right. this whole thing was not my scene.

what have i done?

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[wish-i-were-heather]

i just got off facetime with my bsf who has me starting to believe that he might like me back🤭🤭 ok wait lemme present my evidence

EXHIBIT A so there was the whole thing yesterday about my book (alr explained it in detail) and she was freaking out over the fact that HE REMEMBERED THE FACT ABOUT MY BOOK FROM A YEAR AGO. like. we weren't even close back then. at all. my friend said she didnt even remember anything about my book. so thats interesting.

EXHIBIT B in english he sits a few seats away from me in the same row to my left. he got up and went to go talk to a friend who sits behind me- our english class is basically just a giant friendgroup so thats not weird like even im friends with the guy he was talking to but what WAS weird was that he then turns to look at me, smiles, waves, and says "hi!" he is such a nerd i love him. and then i said hi back and i said "happy heather day" and he said "oh yeah december third!"

EXHIBIT C this is HEVILY related to exhibit b. so we text in groupchats with other people but never individually. and since the other day i was talking about heather sweaters and he said he didnt know a new one came every year, i sent him the post with the sweaters and was like oh look see. i did it hopefully to be a conversation starter and have us start talking. and then he saw it at 10am. he didnt respond until 4pm. but he did see it during school so maybe bad wifi?? but idk. the point is, he saw it during school. and we have english LAST PERIOD. so when i said happy heather day and he said "oh yeah!-" he cant have forgotten because HE SAW MY MESSAGE. HE KNEW IT WAS HEATHER DAY. my friend says he was pretending to have forgotten just to like conversation?? idk but she also says that he was looking at me too as he walked over to his friend but that may be her also being delusional

EXHIBIT D is more just general not a specific time. but just listen. so he's a conan fan too. he says he has vinyls, he has a found heaven wallpaper that he uses occasionally on his phone. but he's not a crazy fan like i am. which is fine you can like an artist without being obsessed. but the thing is, he always brings up conan gray. and i KNOW that he's not that big of a fan. my friend told me she was like HES BRINGING HIM UP SO YOU CAN TALK ABOUT HIM and that would make sense since its a shared interest of ours. maybe hes trying to get something out of that??? idk but its kinda cute. like he keeps bringing up conan and yes i love conan but sir i know youre not that obsessed with him. and yeah he might just be nice i tried to tell my friend that because maybe he is just a good friend but he doesnt bring up ANYONE ELSES interests like that. he is doing this on purpose.

EXHIBIT E is actually nothing im just delusional. we took buzfeed quizzes and got the same result for "which jellycat are you" and then for the letter of your soulmates name he got e. his quiz also told him that he will meet his soulmate in a library and we met in english freshman year and OUR ENGLISH TEACHERS CLASSROOM WAS CONNECTED TO THE SCHOOL LIBRARY. just saying.and when i took that quiz it said that my soulmate was in the same room. so. hehehe.

so thats my evidence ive presented it. he's really sweet and cute and sometimes awkward but me too and he's a nerd (in the best way possible) and he wears GLASSES UGH. sooo yeah besides the last one this is all facts not just me being delusional so idk i feel like he has SOME sort of interest

[sonnyinthesky]

Just had the worlds worst conversation with my mother (under cut)

Tw: rape, CSA, vent

So, I mentioned my fear of sharing a room with someone right? And my mum asks me why im scared of that, and i share that its because im constantly afraid of the other person raping me in my sleep, or otherwise assaulting me sexually. And i thought this was a normal-ish fear right? Like everyone is super hyper vigilant about sexual assault right? But my mum said thats actually really concerning, and asked if anyone has ever assaulted me, to which i said no, not to my knowledge. Anyway this lead to a conversation about how im constantly terrified, how any time a man walks past i shiver and think that this might be it, that he might grab me and rape me, how i cant go out early in the morning or late at night because im scared something will happen, how i cant get close to people physically because they might touch me inappropriately, and how i dont have sleepovers at friends houses because im scared. And my mother asked me questions about it, and she got really worried, and i said "but its fine, if someone raped me as a kid i would remember it", and I thought shed agree but instead she brought up how she was raped at age 4 and didnt remember until she was 20 and reading a book about CSA. And then I remembered a few books i tried reading, and how i couldnt get past where they mention/imply CSA because it made me panic. And i asked my mum if i showed signs of it as a kid, and she said yes, but i was so emotionally dysregulated because of the other abuse, not to mention undiagnosed autism, that it was impossible to tell, and that wouldve made me a perfect victim. I said theres no way because i wasnt around any pervy men, and while my dad was pure evil, he wasnt that evil, and anyway he has so many kids that someone wouldve said something by now, right? Well, he had no contact with any of his kids except me and one of my half sisters, and both of us have always been alike in our behaviour, and my sister used to beat me up, but she would kick me in the privates because "no one would check there" and now i think of it, how did she know that? How did she know to attack me there at such a young age? But then again, she couldve come into contact with plenty of men i didnt. Theres no way that happened to me, right? And i tell my mother this, and she said maybe, but then she brought up my asexuality and what ive told her about my experience with sex, and she said she was concerned even with that but now with the other stuff shes really worried, and she says i should talk to my counsellor about it, because she knows she wouldnt be clear headed enough to help me considering her personal history and the fact that well, shes my mum. But then i thought more about what ive said about being ace, and how i do experience attraction and i like the idea of sex in theory but the thought of being touched makes me feel sick, and i have nightmares about the time i had sex, despite it being fully consensual and the fact that in the moment i loved it, and when i am reminded of sex i feel physically ill, and apparently thats not being ace, that's something much more concerning? Not to mention the fanfic i used to write, where every self insert i had would always be sexually abused, despite me supposedly never being abused in that way myself. And i have nightmares all the time about being raped, but i put that down to watching too much svu. Also, tmi but like, i cant even pleasure myself without feeling violently ill and sobbing because i hate sexual acts so much....all of this is to say, i dont fucking remember if anything ever happened to me, but i do know i have forgotten other traumatic moments, and that scares the shit out of me. Im 100% not ok rn, and i cant think of anything else other than i mightve been assaulted as a child and i dont remember it. I really hope not, obviously. I dont see my counsellor for another two weeks and idk who to talk to about this. I bet none of this made sense, i just needed to get it off my chest. Im scared and worried, because what if my biggest fear already happened and i didnt know it?

[mariatesstruther]

❄️

from my crossfaded!maria wip!

summary/scene: early-ish in his time in jackson, tommy finds himself taking care of maria and talia (dina’s older sister) after they have a lil too much fun

“alright, maria.”

“why are you— why are talking to me like that?”

“like what?”

“like that, tommy. like ive had too much to drink.”

“i have a feeling i wont get away with answering that, ma’am”

“ma’am,” she mocked him like she always does, except far worse. “ma’am ma’am ma’am. i dont like it when you call me that. i like it too much.”

“What?” He looks her in the face with his eye brows furrowed, holding back his laugh—it’s clear from her red eyes as well as confused words that she’s still crossed, as johnny has said. “Oh, jesus, you’re really gone. you’re drunk as Cooter Brown.”

“Who the hell is Cooter Brow—“

“Cooter!” Talia exclaims the word from her spot on the floor, giggling hard with her eyes pressed shut in blissful peace. Her giggles turn into a cackle as she brings her arm to point a finger up at Tommy without even looking. “You said Cooter!”

“Okay, alright—“ He tries to move on, but Maria snorts and, to his surprise, starts giggling too; then it’s fucking pointless. He puts his face in his hands, defeated. By the time he finished a deep, long sigh, Talia and Maria are both on the floor near tears, rolling like a pair of hyenas.

maria pauses her laughing for just a second to gasp out towards talia “oh, god, i’m feeling it—talia, i’m fucking feeing it. my face is so warm, talia—why did you do this to me?”

“i did this to you?” talia is giggling so hard her face is damn near completely red, an impressive feat considering how tanned her skin is. she points a finger at herself and then turns it towards maria, nearly poking the other woman in the face. “you did this to you! i told you not to drink it—you smoked enough!”

“drink it?” tommy balked. what the fuck? “how the—did you make goddamn pot tea?”

“uh—“ judging from her face, she’d apparently forgotten he was there again. she tried to school her face into something clueless as maria continued to giggle adorably, muffling it into her hands. “pot? what pot? who said anything abou—?”

“Quit that,” Tommy says—and fuck, he sounds like Joel for a second he’s so exasperated. “Please, please tell me you didn’t let Maria drink decade-old weed, Talia.”

talia drops the act and pouts, clearly put out that he isn’t going along with her jokes—to be fair, he usually does. being up at what he guesses is hours past midnight isn’t helping his mood. Perhaps noticing his grumpy exhaustion, she goes on. “I obviously grow my own, buzzkill—it’s fresh! Do you want some? You seem like you could use some.”

“No. I do not want some.”

“Are you sure?”

“I—,” Tommy rubs a hand over this face, from his forehead to his mustache, and lets out a little laugh. He really can’t ever help it, with Talia. “Yeah, I’m sure. Thank you. Maybe later.”

“whatever you do,” he hears maria say, and he looks over—somehow, fast and quiet, she settled herself to lie straight with her back across the floor. she looks up at him with red-rimmed, squinty eyes and a small comfy smile; the sight of her so relaxed and blissed out makes him fall a little bit in love. she continues to speak, voice low and slightly slurred: “drink that shit slowly, tommy. i did it too fast, and now—“

talia and him watch, silent and amused, and maria takes a big deep breath, a big in-and-out like she’s just eaten the fullest meal of her life. her smile grows, slow and dangerous and beautiful, to show pearly white teeth.

“—now I can’t fucking move!” She breaks out into delighted cackled once again, and this round specifically reminds him so much of how she’d laughed in his arms when they’d first met—the memory makes his cheeks heat and his chest ache. oblivious to his yearning, she goes on, laughing. “i don’t want to fucking move, i feel so heavy. it’s fucking amazing.”

“yeah,” talia beams down at her from her spot on the couch, crossing her arms and straightening up. clearly, she’s proud and pleased with herself. “My shit’ll do that to you. I told you not to drink the whole thing.”

“Oh, whatever, it’s great, I’m great. I’m amazing,” Maria waves a hand in the air towards Talia, sloppily, and it drops back down onto her stomach with a comical smack. “Pot is great, Talia—you’re amazing! Tommy’s amazing, everything’s amazing.”

Talia shoots up an amused smirk at Tommy; the both of them are trying their best not to laugh at Maria, this time. “You hear that, Tommy? You’re amazing.”

[orangeslikesbread]

yk, I've seen you talk about Jeri x Emma before. I'm afraid that I don't see the potential but I'm very curious to hear about the potential

tbh, i dont remember why or how I started shipping them, I think I just liked the look of them together !!

but now that ive liked them for a while I really like the idea of their potential dynamic !! i think they probably met at camp idontwannabang in middle school (emma was forced to go), and her and jeri became friends, like the rebel girl and shy normie bsf (bad analogy but whtvr). also the fact the both say the line "things in the forest grow fast, and big, and different" (or smth like that I don't remember the exact line) and I think maybe it something they joked about when they were kids bc adults told it to them to try and scare them into being obedient, which emma obviously didn't care about or believe them, but jeri did and emma would laugh at her and call her a wimp (in a silly playful way ofc) and jeri would always try and act tough around her to try and impress her.

but by the time they got into highschool, emma stopped going to the camp and jeri went to sycamore, they didn't really talk anymore (jeri's parents thought emma was a bad influence so they could only really hang out at camp and during school). but jeri would still go to see every school play and musical at hatchetfield high just so she could see emma, but ofc as soon as she turned 18 emma was up and out of town, so eventually jeri forgot about her, they both forgot about each other.

until one day, when they are both adults (jeri is working at the camp and emma is living on her farm), and basically absintence camp happens except jeri survives, so she just runs through the woods, and keeps running until she is stopped by a large farm house blocking her path. she bangs and bangs on the door until (a very high) emma opens the door. they are both a little shaken up because they had practically forgotten about each other (not really, jeri had been thinking about her a lot more recently with all the lil jerry stuff going on, but she didn't know emma had been back in town bc she doesn't really go downtown and she knows beanies is shit so shes never been, and when emma came back into town, all her childhood memories w/ jeri came flooding back and she cant stop thinking about her and she doesn't know why -suprise surprise its cuz shes gay asf-), but nonetheless emma lets her in because she is clearly in distress, she makes jeri some tea or smth and comforts her

sorry i started babbling i just love them sm💗💗(I have so many thoughts abt them)

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Feeling of Love (Thacie)

A/N: Lately I’ve been having Thacie on my mind and decided to put a little something. Thane belongs to my dear @potionboy3​ and Minnie Ives belongs to @kathrynalicemc I hope you like it! It’s fluff with a teensy bit of tension between them 

Summary: Thane invites Lucie to a dinner. 

Word Count: 1.7k words 

Lucie had been summoned by Thane to talk in the Greenaway gardens, and she had taken much more care in her looks than usual, something her dear sister-in-law Minnie had pointed: she dressed in a rich dark green gown with a black hat and hairpins with flower decorations. Finally, she sprayed one of her most prized eau de colognes and added a subtle rogue to her cheeks and lips.

When she arrived at the point of meeting, Thane turned around and smile. By God, she thought, has he always been so beautiful?

His dirty blonde hair, sweet black eyes and cutting cheekbones, his bobbing apple visible… has she been blind all along? She cleared her throat and smiled at him, and he kissed her hand, though this time, his lips lingered longer than it should, as well as his grip of it. Their eyes met, and Lucie tried not to blush “How is, uh, you day so far?”

“It has been good,” he smiled “though now it has greatly improved.”

Lucie couldn’t help but blush this time and bit back a smile “That is, ah, good. S-shall we?”

He offered his arm and she took it, feeling his warmth and muscles on her gloved hand. She could also smell him, and by God, what a pleasant essence that was: books, wood, ink and Thane.

They chatted for a bit, laughing and looking at one another wistfully into their eyes before looking away. They sat on one of the benches and noticed how close their pinkies were. Before she could decide who won the intrusive thoughts fight, Thane spoke “As you know, we are holding a private dinner. Uncle Luca has invited everyone, and I was wondering if you’d come… as my personal companion.”

Lucie’s breath got caught and looked into his eyes, her lips parting slightly. She wondered if she imagined seeing his eyes darkening and licking his lips “Oh! Thane… I… I would love to! But I don’t think your uncle—,”

“Leave my uncle to me, dear.” He spoke.

Dear. Lucie looked at him, her heart racing. She looked down to see their pinkies together, how close he was, how warm, how beautiful he was in the morning light. He got up and scratched the back of his neck “Forgive me. I—overstepped. I shouldn’t be taking these liberties with you—,”

“I would love nothing more than being your companion for the evening.” She spoke before she could even think of a clever answer. She cleared her throat “F-for the dinner, I mean. I would love to be your dinner companion.”

He smiled and kissed her hand “I shall be waiting for you to come tonight then. I will see you at seven. Of course, your brother and sister-in-law are very much welcome.”

She nodded and bowed her head before drifting off to her carriage, her heart pounding. She exhaled and smiled. She hasn’t felt like that in a very long time. Not since she started falling for her husband, Edward. It looked like it had been centuries. And, in a way, it had been that long, but not for Lucie. She remembered how they looked at one another, their hands slightly touching, their dances together, so short yet so long. Would it there be a dance? She hoped so.

Upon arriving to Barony Altergham, Minnie was minding the roses. She still fell embarrassed when she had forgotten her, but the potion her brother had invented had helped. They greeted one another and Lucie told her as she minded the roses “I realised I do not know what to wear! Would purple be too much? Perhaps gold? Maybe blue! Or red…”

Minnie looked at her sister-in-law amused “I don’t think I’ve seen you like this. Caring a bit too much for what you wear… Has something changed?”

“No! …Yes? Maybe. I don’t know!”

“Does this have anything to do with Thane Greenaway?”

A small smile formed into the corners of her mouth and Minnie giggled “Oh, Merlin, you’re falling for him!”

“By God, am I?” She wondered, blushing bright.

“Oh, definitely. Look at your cheeks! And the light in your eyes! You are falling in love with him!”

Before she could say anything, Ambrose came in, only in his shirt and pantaloons. He kissed Minnie’s cheek and then his sister’s “Sister. You left early. Do you have something to tell me?”

“Well… we have been invited to dine with the Greenaways.”

Ambrose’s eyebrows shoot up, but smiled nevertheless “It seems like we have a plan for tonight, after all. I shall prepare myself mentally before re-introducing my dear wife to people who have shared a class with her for years.”

Both women laughed and Minnie squeezed Lucie’s hand “Let us get dolled up for your Greenaway boy!”

They both giggled before rushing upstairs. For the rest of the afternoon, and only stopping for tea and scones, Minnie and Lucie were both trying to decide what to wear. Minnie opted for a simple maroon dress with few embellishments, so she wouldn’t outshine Lucie, who wore a royal blue dress, making her striking blue eyes stand out. They curled her hair and made a complicated hairdo that allowed most of her hair down, while part of it was made in a hairdo. They painted her lips with a rogue that made them a shade darker of pink, but still a discreet one. They also coloured her cheeks and sprayed perfume on her navel, behind her ear, the wrists, behind the knees and her ankles, so, quoting Minnie, ‘Thane slept with her fragrance on his mind’, saying that it’d make him think of her even more. With a few more touches, she was ready for the dinner.

When they arrived, the moment their usuals started asking about the beautiful woman in Ambrose’s arm, Thane looked at Lucie and strid across the room, kissing her hand and Lucie smiled “Mr. Greenaway. You look rather dashing.”

“And you look perfect, Miss Cromwell.”

Lucie smiled and greeted Luca, who had still his arrogant sneer, hidden with a perfect smile. She sat with Thane, Luca at the head of it. There were at least another ten people. Lucie and Thane exchanged glances, which followed with a smile from her. She also tried her luck with brushing her foot against Thane’s. She could see how his breath caught and gave Lucie a longing look. She smiled innocently and focused on something Luca was boasting about.

While serving dessert, Lucie brushed her hand against Thane’s, and he gave it a squeeze before his hands went back up. Lucie did her best to command her cheeks not to redden, but failed, feeling the heat in her face “Miss Cromwell, you look quite flustered.”

“Oh, it’s not that, sir. I may have put too much rogue on my cheeks,” she deftly lied, Thane with a teasing smile. He quickly dropped it the moment Luca glanced at him.

After the meal was finished, as Lucie chatted with a guest, Thane passed behind her, his hand brushing the small of her back for a few seconds. She tried her best not to gasp or look into his direction as he left for cigarettes and cards with the men.

“Are you quite alright, Miss Cromwell?”

“Q-Quite. Do tell me about Vienna! I hear the opera is lovely there!”

“I… was talking about Marseille.”

Lucie laughed awkwardly, rising her cup to her lips, taking a deep breath to ease herself. Minnie came to the rescue, something about powdering her nose. Lucie exhaled when she was out of social scrutiny and Minnie told her to wait for her inside a drawing room.

“What is that important matter, Lucie?” Someone called as they closed the door.

Lucie turned around to see Thane, curious and delighted to be alone with her in a room.

“Well, I…”

Thane smiled “You didn’t summon me here as your friend said, did you?”

She looked away and bit her lip “Are you disappointed?”

His smile got bigger “Not at all.” He sat on the couch and motioned Lucie to do the same, and Lucie glanced at his lips: not too big, not to small, and looked so fluffy… she shook her head. A lady shouldn’t have such sinful thoughts, especially with a man that is not her husband!

Thane brushed a strand of hair from her face and smiled at her “How are you liking the soiree so far?”

“It was nice. But now it’s nicer.”

Thane gazed at her with longing and brushed his hand against her cheek. Without even thinking, she leaned against it “Have I ever told you how beautiful you look?”

She gazed at him through her lashes “Not enough,” She was no longer thinking with her head, that was for sure.

With his free hand, he took hers in his own and kissed, his eyes staring deeply into hers. Then, her knuckles, each of them. Her fingers. The inside of her palm. Her wrists.

“Thane,” she breathed, her voice hoarse “we shouldn’t.”

“I can’t help it.”

“We ought to stop, or—,”

Their faces were inches apart, and she could smell that fragrance that had been forged with celestial fire into her head and heart “Or?”

If she could just swivel her head, tilt it in the right direction, they’d kiss, and my, did she yearn for it, did she yearn to get lost in his touch.

“My Lucie…” He whispered low, so low she oughtn’t even hear it in normal circumstances.

When she was sure their lips would meet, Minnie cleared her throat “Hate to break the moment, but your uncle is looking for you. I’ll escort Lucie back.”

Lucie, still numb, allowed Minnie to drag her along the secret door she had used to interrupt the lovebirds. She could hear Luca telling Thane he’s been looking for him everywhere and ask him why he seemed so winded up. When she came back to the ladies’ room, she was quick to drink rather unladylike the wine that Minnie gave her and take a few deep breaths. She could still Thane’s lips on her hand, still feel the warmth of his hand on her cheek, his deep, dark eyes, as dark as a starless night gazing into her eyes, still feel his fragrance in her nostrils. She swallowed yet another sip.

“Fetch Ambrose and tell him it’s time to go, it’s nearly midnight.”

“As long as you tell me all about Thane in the morning, when you remember who I am…” She giggled.

As if she could forget such an intimate moment so soon. Especially when she dreamt of it again, waking up with her heart racing and feeling hot.

[theindo]

Long and deep inhale. I am deciding to go on a long rant/ramble/vent/whatever. Its all over the place. I dont know.

IM. I???? ?? I just??? So. Me and my dad had a conversation yes. God, I barely even have the energy to type this out. Anyways. another long conversation about how i should go out and do things. About how i say im gonna do stuff and then dont. Whatever. ""i dont know what to do" is the same thing youve said your whole life". Ok . Yeah . I guess so . And what do i do???? I?? Dont know????? I dont know where change begins. Do i want to change? I'll have to, eventually. I fantasize about having friends, and then i find every single way to get annoyed at any one who wants to talk to me in person. I have like, 0.5 people i enjoy talking to in real life. And like. 2 people i enjoy talking to online. Though i talk to way more. Why am i so selfish? Im not lonely anymore. I should be happy. But instead im just angry. Angry at everyone. Yes, i should go outside and i do want to, but how am i supposed to when being looked at enrages me or fills me with fear or dread. How do i do anything when im so damn scared and so damn tired. I dont wanna go to therapy. I dont think they'll help. I dont know if i want help. I want to be told what to do. I want specific and exact orders from someone i like or something. I dont. Think i want to BE. I dont wanna make decisions or make mistakes or get up or anything. I know thats what life is about. But maybe i dont want a life. I didnt ask to be here. But i cant just kill myself. Thats bad. And people will miss me. But nobody in person.. theyre all in the internet, and that makes me sad. Why cant i form bonds in person the way i do online? Im confused. I hate being looked at and i hate being percieved and i hate being noticed and i HATE being touched and i hate not being able to leave and i just. My internet friends say im full of love, but this is a lie. Im filled with fear and hatred and greed and envy. I hate BEING. when i was small, i would daydream about death. What was it like to die? I asked my mother when i was still allowed to be with her (i miss her), what the least painful way to die would be. I was around 6 or so. Maybe i was born this way. Maybe its all in my head. I dont care. I wanna disappear. I hate responsibilities, but i hate being useless. I cant even say what im thinking in these posts sometimes because i KNOW my thoughts are completely backwards. I SHOULDNT think this way. God, why am i so trapped in my own head? I want to do shit, i promise i do, but its like. Theres never the perfect conditions. Im waiting and im waiting and ive forgotten what im waiting for. "What makes you happy?" "What do you like to do?" You know what I like to do? I like to daydream about my hyperfixations and see things about them. Thats it. Thats the only thing i like to do. Its why i draw and its why i live. Im thinking there should be more, but what more is there? This is all i want to do!! Im fine about fishing and drawing and reading i guess. But like. I get distracted easily. I long for what truly makes me happy, but what truly makes me happy is such a temporary bliss that i know will fade and i know is stupid and i know is a waste of time. Nobody fucking cares about the thousands of scenarios i have stuck in my head about the same character each time. Maybe i need to grow up. Im being lazy, immature. I have all these responsibilities, missed texts and school work, and the mere thought of it exausts me. Nothing is enjoyable!!! I wanna sleep forever.

Saw tjis video. Thought it was relatable. Whayever. My head hurts. As always. I feel myself slipping sometimes. I think to myself "ill be fine tomorrow", but that tomorrow never comes. Its the same thing. Yelling at myself in my head. Stuck. I dont want this. I dont want help either. I dont want help because i never wanted to be fucked over in the first place. Cant we pretend its all normal? Cant we dream for a while longer. Why must i get up. I annoy everyone else to im sure, just as i annoy myself and just as everyone else annoys me. I fear death but i rot in my own living body. Im basically dead. Why did i have to be here. I want to exist in my memories and in my dreams. Why can't my mother hold me again. Its all unfair. I have so many questions, but every answer just brings more. Im tired. The purpose of life is to learn and discover and experience. But im tired of learning. Im tired of this complex game. Theres too much. Too much all the time. It hurts. My throat hurts. My stomach hurts. My head hurts. My feet hurt. My eyes hurt. Fuck man everything hurts me and theres nothing i can do about it. I dont like this. I want to sleep. Whatever.

Its been years. Its been a long 6 years. Its been a long 14 years.

I asked my dad, since he didnt like my halloween costume idea, what HE thinks I WANT to be. He said "normal?". I had to clarify i meant for halloween. Why CANT i be normal. Why must i be weird and different. Not even on a societal level. Other people are different from me because IM different. Other people being different from me makes me not like them. I cant blame others for feeling the same way about me. I miss being friendly to everyone and grateful for every interaction and not being so filled with hate and anger. What do i do. I have to do something. I dont wanna get sent to a ward or something.

[fortunawren]

IV. Sitas

Trigger Warning: Mommy Domme + Light Switch Erotica. Read at your own risk. 

Here's a secret about Mommy--sometimes she likes it when her sweetheart is just a little bit rough with her.

Now, he can't speak for all Mommies. Maybe some of them don't like it when their littles seize drops of power to use against them. But, his Mommy does. She likes brats. She likes teaching them how to behave, and rewarding them when they are exceptionally good. She says it's because good boys deserve to be rewarded, but another secret is that Mommy loves cock.

Especially his, or so he's told.

Still, he was slightly surprised when she told him about tonight's game. To be fair, this isn't usually how they play and he's not sure if his recent behavior warrants such a gift. To be honest, he's been a bit of a brat lately despite all of Mommy's gentle warnings. So, when she said that she was going to let him fuck her from behind, he didn't know what to think.

A full ten seconds passed before he even said anything, and even then, it was an "If you're sure, Mommy."

Which she was.

She's almost always sure.

And she makes such a pretty picture, too. Her knees are digging into her navy blue sheets while her freckled ass is perched in the air. Her orange robe is forgotten on the floor, and lucky him, she wasn't wearing anything under it.

Mommy wiggles her hips as he approaches, cock in hand. The small shift in her hips forces a wayward thought in his head about spanking her. His dick practically twitches with the force of the idea. He's never seen what his handprint would look like against her fair skin.

But that's not tonight's game.

She wiggles her hips again, almost encouraging his naughty idea. He can't help but smile. Perhaps Mommy loves brats so much because she's one herself.

All he's really certain of is the heaviness of his cock in his hand. Each stroke is pure torture. He wants so much to take what's right in front of him. What's worse is knowing how good she feels when she's squeezing the life out of him. It's almost enough to drive a groan from his throat.

But he's not allowed to touch her.

Not yet.

He has to wait for her permission.

Still, just the thought of entering her---or again, the thought of painting her pretty skin red, makes him swell. The sound of his fist moving up and down his length is the only noise in the room beside the crackling of two wood-wick candles meant to set the mood.

He tries to focus on the subtle popping of the candle instead of the sight in front of him, or the sound of him jacking himself off because even that might be enough to send him over the brink. He tries to think about the scents that he's getting; jasmine for one, and maybe a bit of manufactured leather?

"That's right," Mommy says as if she knows that his thoughts are starting to wander to get away from the intensity, "Get hard for Mommy, Sweatheart. I need you to get nice and big--all swollen for me so you can fuck me."

The whole time she's being an utter minx with her words, she's snaking her arm down her body so her fingers can rub at her clit. He has to close his eyes---the sight is too great. Otherwise, he'll cum right there and the whole game will be over.

She releases a soft little moan, but she might as well have screamed it. The moment his ears consume the sound, it runs through his body like static. All he can truly focus on is the undeniable knowledge that she's going to be wet. Maybe even soaked.

He knows it.

As gorgeous as the siren song of her pleasuring herself is, he doesn't dare open his eyes. He's vindicated in his logic when he hears her moan again, this time louder. With it, she says something like, "Feels so good" but most of her words are muffled as if she has her face right in the mattress.

Fuck me, he thinks because now he has to know. He has to see if she's got her face in the mattress already.

It takes one quick and benign pep talk before he manages to open his eyes. Whatever fantasy he'd constructed in his head quickly disassembles in favor of the real thing. Unfortunately, it turns out to be a far more enthralling sight.

Mommy's forehead is nestled in the curve of her elbow. Her little fingers have her poor clit trapped, and she's moving them in tight, eager circles as if she's trying to push herself over as fast as she can. He's downright enchanted with the sight.

And amazed with his strength.

He tries to work his erection at the same pace as her. The only mercy he shows himself is the slight loosening of his grip, but it proves too much. Entirely too fucking much.

He's never going to last. She's going to kill him.

Mommy stops playing with her clit, and his heart skips a beat. His mind plays a gentle chorus of *finally. But she's a cruel mistress, really, because her fingers only rise to her tight entrance. She dips one finger in, humming in the back of her throat.

Then she's pulling it out with a slick sound.

Fuck.

He'd been right. She's absolutely soaked.

Mommy raises and looks over her shoulder at him with a damning little smirk. Her cheeks are pink, but her eyes are hungry. Starving, even. It's enough to make him swallow, but she's not even looking at his face. Her eyes are zeroed in on his dick. She's inspecting it. Making sure that he's ready. She bites her lip and then smiles wider.

Softly, she says, "I think you're ready, don't you?" Before he can answer, she adds a pitched, "Are you ready to fuck Mommy?"

"Yes," He nearly whines. He's of enough sense to hastily correct, "Yes, Mommy. I'm ready."

She looks away from him, easing back down. His eyes trace the movement, nearly bulging when the globes of her ass spread. He finds that he likes her like this, but knows he will like it much more when he's buried to the root.

But then she's slipping two fingers into her entrance, dipping them in so, so slowly. Her pussy eagerly accommodates. She breathes out an, "Oh" that makes him want to die. He has to bite back a groan, but in that, he's unsuccessful.

Truthfully, it could be worse.

He could be releasing ropes all over her back right now unapologetically.

Mommy pants, "Oh, that's so good."

"Mommy," He doesn't mean for it to come out--his little plea. He had no intention of begging. He didn't even think he would have to given how she'd approached him. Hell, she'd answered the door in just her robe.

"I know, baby," She coos, "I know. Just a little bit longer."

Kill me.

The voice in the back of his head taunts. It says that he should've known better. It hasn't been this easy since the honeymoon phase when they couldn't get enough of each other--when they were still learning each other and everything was so very new.

Sentimentality does a lot to relieve the ache. He wants to brag. He wants to say something along the lines of, "See, Mommy. I can control myself." but that would most likely end terribly and he probably wouldn't be able to cum for a whole week. And she'd probably call him over every single day just to do something hell-raising evil like making out while she ground down on him like they were horny teenagers just to send him home before 7 pm.

She's subtly evil regarding her psychological schemes.

"Just a couple more minutes," She pants into her arm, "Fuck. You can wait, right?"

No, not really. He wants to say, but he regains only in memory of the promise she made him in the beginning---that she wants to give him what he wants. More than anything. And, in her own way, Mommy always gives him the things that he wants. Spoiling brings her nearly as much joy as taming does.

So, he knows that eventually, she'll let him sink into her wet cunt, and eventually, he will fuck her right into the mattress like she said he could.

Just a couple more minutes. Just a couple more minutes. Just a couple more minutes.

It's faith in her promise that allows him to croak, "Yes, Mommy, I can wait."

"That's good, baby," She pumps her fingers in her pussy and his jaw unhinges. His mouth is nearly watering, and he knows that if he's not careful, he's going to start leaking. He thinks about stopping, but she knows that she'll hear it the moment that she does, and that might delay this whole thing.

*Just one more minute,*he comforts himself, just one more lousy fucking minute.

It's a shallow angle. Mommy's not hitting any of her favorite spots. All she's effectively doing is stretching out the first inch or so for her sweetheart. But he can see the highlights of arousal starting to drop down her fingers in the candlelight. It's such a captivating sight, but he doesn't stop stroking---although he really wishes he could.

Heat rises up his body starting at the base of his cock. All he can do is watch as she starts to rock back against her fingers, deliberately sinking them in further without any resistance. She groans, "Yes."

He starts to reconsider his stance on spanking.

"You know--"

She stops talking.

Mommy stops talking so she can fuck her own fingers right in front of him. He doesn't know if it's the wetness sliding down her fingers, or the slick metronome of her fingers thrusting into her pussy that makes him say, "Mommy, please."

"Fuck," She whimpers, and then she says, "You know Mommy's doing this all for you. I have to get ready for you. You wouldn't want to hurt Mommy with your thick cock would you?"

He would.

Just a little.

But instead, he says almost innocently, "No, Mommy."

She slips her fingers in and out of her cunt thirteen more times--each proving to be a greater reflection of her training. He hadn't known he could resist to this extent, especially when given something so tempting.

He's tempted to pull her arm behind her back and shove his cock into her. It's an almost bowing thought and one that takes him completely by surprise for the utter roughness of it, but there's a fire in his stomach and he knows she'd take it so well. He channels the fragments of the vision into his next words, "Please stretch your pussy for me, Mommy."

It's not directly bratty. Darker, than anything. Almost like a warning---and just a little out of character. Excitedly, and most hornily, he accepts that this is something new for them.

"Okay, baby," She pants nicely, "Just a bit more time, then. Since you want it so bad."

He looks down at his cock almost apologetically. He's starting to leak, and he'd let impulse take him when he swore he was going to behave. He clenches his jaw and closes his eyes again. He tries to maintain the pace and then wonders if he could slowly change his strokes to something more forgiving without her noticing.

Another thought crosses his mind; he could drop to his knees right now and lick up the mess she's made of herself. He'd press his tongue against her abused and neglected clit and wouldn't let up until she was crying.

But that's another game for another time--or maybe the follow-up to him filling her up with so much cum that it's dripping down her thighs.

Just the thought has him pulsing.

Mommy sucks in two breaths before she removes her fingers. The sound her pussy makes as they exit will probably haunt his daydreams during the most inopportune times.

"Okay," His mind nearly blanks with her concession, but he does manage to open his eyes, "Now, you have to listen, okay?"

Quickly--too quickly for sanity--he agrees, "Okay."

Truly, he means anything.

"You have to be slow, okay?" She moves to look over her shoulder at him, "You have to be gentle."

There's a sternness in how she looks at him.

"Okay, Mommy," He agrees as sincerely as possible, "I'll be gentle."

"That's a good boy," She grins at him---one of her truly happy smiles. He wants to kiss her, and she thinks that she would find that very endearing but the absolute pain in his dick prevents him from being that sweet. Mommy settles down low into a similar position as before, "Put your cock in me, sweetheart. Please."

He accepted some time ago she'd probably be his cause of death. He feels the start of a heart attack for sure.

But she's not finished.

"Mommy needs it bad."

He smirks.

He can't help it.

He releases his cock, finding purchase on her hip instead. He tugs her back just a little and she scoffs. He leans down and kisses her back, and says, "Sorry, Mommy."

His other hand lines his cock up with the seam of her pussy. He doesn't resist the urge to drag the tip of it across her clit, and she flinches involuntarily with the pleasure, "Don't be a tease."

He wants to bark out a laugh but he resists.

Still, he doesn't waste her time. He dips in so slowly he thinks he might die--proving to them both that he can be immensely gentle. It's an excruciating venture. The first press is all wet heat, and then maddening friction. Tight but easily pliant walls part for him at a pace that has him pondering buying her an old clock just so he could time the seconds.

He moves his hips slowly. Most controlled.

It dawns on him that this is probably the best behaved he's been in some time, and somehow Mommy is so prone beneath him. Each time he pulls out in an attempt to keep his cock coated with her arousal, she releases the softest little whimpers, urging him on with an even softer, "Put it back in."

Still, it's not long until she's swallowed him whole. His hips press against her back as he grinds gently against her, head dropping to bestow even softer kisses against her back.

"Thank you, darling," She says sweetly.

And fuck him, he knows that tone entirely too well. He knows that nothing good for his health ever comes from that voice.

"Now," She begins, and he groans. Mommy starts again, sterner, "Now, don't move or we'll have to stop. Do you understand?"

No. No. No.

It takes him a moment to respond.

"Okay?"

She checks in, and he swallows, looking down to where their bodies are joined.

"Yes, Mommy."

All he can think somewhere in the depths of his mind is that he's wearing her like a sleeve and she doesn't want him to move? This is madness. She's madness.

Mommy moves her hand down her body again---this time her fingers graze his swollen skin before she goes for her clit again. The death grunt he let out is nearly embarrassing.

"You feel so good," She whines, tightening around her as she rubs herself, "You fill Mommy up so good."

"I'm trying," His building resentment with this whole trap boils.

"Don't be bad," Mommy says, "You know what happens when you're bad."

She squeezes down on his cock while she says it. It's her favorite little trick and it's almost horrid how it'd will him into compliance. The sounds that escape her are also mind-altering. Better than LSD.

He's not exactly sure he's meant to win this game.

But he wants to.

"So good," She hums, "You're so good to let Mommy use you like this."

To buy back some favor, he leans down and kisses her skin again, "Thank you, Mommy." His kisses bring forth a new angle that has her springing forward. The smile that spreads across his lips, and against her skin does nothing to soften her intentions. He tries to remedy it, "Thank you for using me."

But it's too late.

Mommy carefully leans forward, pulling away from him. He whines. Cruelly, she listens to him and sinks back down all the way. The whole thing has him looking up at the ceiling.

"Fuck," She breathes as she does it again. And then again, and again. His eyes almost roll into the back of his head, and it's with great effort that they don't. She adds, "You're perfect."

That alone should've been the end of him. Perhaps all her training is paying off because he manages to lock his jaw instead of cumming.

She speeds up, and with her, quicker pace comes the mere sound of how wet she is. His eyes keep fighting the good fight--and maybe he would have let them win but he quickly finds reprieve in the sight of her greedily taking him for all he's worth over and over again with her little moans, and ohs and yeses.

And he knows this is what she wanted most. Him, right here, at her disposal. Her heavy, throaty sounds are the only indication he has before she falls forward. He has no choice but to dig his fingers into her hips to her in place.

"Thanks, Sweetheart," Her pace makes her reckless, and he knows that she's getting close by the way her words break, "Such a--you're such a good boy. You have such a nice cock, too. Say it's mine."

Her fingers move recklessly, her hand sometimes meeting his cock in her efforts.

His teeth are going to crack.

"Do you want to make Mommy come?"

"Yes," He says, "More than anything. I need you to cum on my cock, Mommy."

Her next words are breathy, "Good. Good," there's a long pause, "Then Mommy needs you to fuck her. I need you to be sweet--"

Sweet?

"--and slow, okay? Pull all the way out and push all the way back in. Slow."

He can do that.

He focuses on that word. Slow. And he's very slow in the way his hips rock against her. It's almost delirium in the sense that if she asked him for his social security number and bank security question responses, he'd probably give them to her without missing a beat.

But the thing is, Mommy starts rocking again and she's not at all sweet or slow about it. More like feral.

The room is overcome with the wet slap of skin. The candles no longer a constant in his ears. She moans, "Yes, just like that."

And barely a breath passes before she's adding, "You're fucking Mommy just right. The best."

She squeezes him again, and the fire is spreading through him again. It reaches his cheeks and threatens to take him. He knows that he doesn't have much longer.

She cries out, "Oh, yes. Fuck."

Followed by a long, suffocated whine. She lifts up her head for the sheer purpose of saying, "Mommy's going to cum, baby. I'm going to come on your cock."

"Please," He says. He begs, "Please, Mommy."

"Don't cum," She adds almost as a mumble into the bed, "I'm not finished with you."

A few sloppy thrusts later, he feels her tightening around him and it's not one of her tricks.

"Are you close, Mommy?" He can't help but ask. Really, he's just checking on her.

"Yes, baby. So close."

She's truly gone.

He leans back down and she curses. He whispers as he mouths at whatever he can reach, "Cum for me, Mommy. I need it. I need to feel you break. Please."

Her fingers graze his cock again and he moans. It's seconds later that she tenses, the nearest she's ever gotten to a scream falling from her lips. Her breathing is harsh in the next few moments, but his kisses are plenty. Overkill, maybe.

"Good."

That's all she says for the first few moments, "That's good, sweetheart. So good for me. Now, take Mommy."

Finally.

"Give me another."

"And then I can cum?" He asks because he has to know. He has to have a goal. There's a smile in her response.

"Yes, then you can cum."

She's ridden him senseless, and they've done missionary enough times that he knows how to fuck her. He knows how to make her cum fast, and she really needs her to cum fast. Mommy's intensely responsive, especially when you're whispering the right things in her ear. His hand goes to her breast, first as a soft touch, but then as something with a little more pressure when he gets to her hard nipples.

"Poor Mommy."

"That's your last warning," She says this as sweet as syrup. The queen of passive-aggressiveness.

But moves his hips a little faster and then circles her nipple with his fingers. He can't pinpoint a time in his head that she's been this wet, but that could simply be ego.

"More," She moans. A simple enough plea. But it quickly becomes a string of, "Oh. Oh, fuck. Just like that."

"Yeah, Mommy?" He can't resist when she sounds so overwhelmed, "Just like that?"

Uh-huh.

He's pretty sure he's winning the game.

He feels her squeezing down and grabs her hips--abandoning her poor nipple. She growls, actually growls. But the shallower, more controlled thrusts soon have her moaning once again so he thinks he's in the clear on that one. He's not exactly slow, but he's not ridiculously quick either. He knows that this comes down to friction more than anything.

He finds the spot. He knows he does because she cries, "Yes."

"Right there, Mommy?"

"Yes."

His Mommy sounds broken.

"Are you going to cum again?" He's glad she can't see his face. She wouldn't be pleased with his utter smugness.

"Yeah," She sniffles, "Yeah. You're going to make me cum. Please, Sweetheart. A little faster."

"Of course, Mommy." It's damn near angelic the way he says it.

He complies eagerly with her request.

"Don't cum," She says, "Please don't cum."

He's going to have to make a dentist appointment after this weekend. Her next moan gets stuck in her throat. She clamps down on him and it's difficult not to just let go. He wants to. He needs to but she asked so sweetly. So nicely. He can't disappoint her.

She starts moving against him again and says, "It's almost your turn."

Which, in his opinion, is a fucked up thing to say to someone on the near brink of explosion. He closes his eyes again.

And the demoness has the audacity to say, "You're going to make Mommy cum twice, Sweetheart. What a good boy."

Bitch.

That's his honest thought.

Then, she's cumming, again. Squeezing the life out of him in the hottest, wettest grip. He's going to buy her oranges from the farmer's market or some shit. He doesn't know.

But then he is seized by the realization that it is his turn. Despite the pain in his jaw, he manages to stay still long enough for her to start moving against him again. She coos, "Okay."

"You've been so good at making Mommy cum," He can tell that she is smiling from her almost lazy position, "Why don't you cum now? Hmm?" He looks down at where their bodies are joined and starts moving again in quick friction, "Yes. Use Mommy."

"Fuck," He says this time.

"Would that make you happy?" She asks, "You know Mommy would let you do anything if it made you happy, right?"

"Yes, Mommy."

Once given permission, it doesn't take him long to get there. Freedom runs through him as he empties himself into her sloppy, very well-used cunt. He pulls out of her for the sheer visual of it and the sight of their combined body fluids dripping off him doesn't disappoint.

He finds himself falling against her, kissing the back of her head. Then mouthing at her back. He can tell when she starts to come to and piece together all the things she let him get away with while they were in the throes of it.

So, he smiles, "I think Mommy deserves a present for being so creative and I have the perfect one in mind."

[knyune]

im pretty certain my moots have forgotten about tumblr atm so i can comfortably scream into the void again. it’ll just get buried under all of my other posts.

it’s 04:40 right now. i am suicidal again. i haven’t been this way in a long time. i will stay, because i have to. but i recently found out about something, i forgot the name of it, it was something like absence suicide. where your body is still alive but you mentally just.. aren’t there anymore. every “normal” sentence you speak, and every smile on your face is illegitimate. i feel like i am getting to that point.

i also feel as though i can safely say i have ocd & bpd. ocd ive known for a long time. but i remember going to the doctors years ago to enquire about getting a diagnosis for bpd but i was ignored, rushed, and told “it’s just your anxiety”. this isn’t my anxiety.

i am self sabotaging my relationships at the moment. i am pulling away. im struggling and no one is there. i felt there was recently, for a moment; but as always, temporary.

i think i scare people. not in a threatening way. moreso in a “you are too much” way. i think i am overly enthusiastic about my relationships, and when i meet someone who is seemingly fine with that or is seemingly just as enthusiastic, i feel safe to stop masking how intense that is. i never learn.. doing so is my mistake.

im trying to distance myself, not at all because i want to (it’s the opposite), but because i give too much and it’s overwhelming. i get that. it’s no one’s fault but my own. and even so, i cling to any tiny indicator that i am mistaken. there’s never any. or maybe it’s my mind playing tricks on me. it’s likely the former.

it’s 05:16 right now, as i type this. the world is sound asleep, the only thing i can hear in this pitch black room is the fan, that is bristling gently over me, and yet i still feel just as lonely as when the birds start to sing. the quiet hum of the fan feels one in the same as hearing “i love you”. the feeling of the breeze offers me the same comfort as that of a kiss. nothing.

i want to hurt myself again, but i can’t. i can’t risk concern for my son. but i’m a terrible mother anyways, i can’t help but think that he would be better off without me.

or should i say, maybe he would be better with a different me; one of another universe, of another timeline. i hope she is better. better than i could ever be. i hope she feels the warmth of those around her, never to know how it feels to freeze over.

i want to go away

[adoringhaikyuu]

hello!! i have a bit of a request! could i get oikawa bokuto and kuroo w a s/o who absolutely loves to cook and bake and does so a lot, but always always always shares the food they make? n they kinda slowed down in making food bc ppl arent accepting or wanting the food they make and its making them really down :(

ive been having this issue w my roommates bc i always cook for them w lots of love and they never eat what i make and its,, draining on me,,,,

but yea!! i just want oikawa bokuto n kuroo to make me feel a lil better :( thank u so so so much!!!! i love ur blog n ur writing so much 🖤

THEY AREN'T EATING YOUR FOOD SO YOU STOP COOKING FOR THEM

CHARACTERS: bokuto + kuroo + oikawa + (gn!reader)

WARNINGS: none

NOTES: i hope everything is ok and if not i hope it gets better!! <3 + i tried to make these a little happier ! they all take place over a week + i tried a new format with this we'll see if i stick w it sfkjhg

bokuto:

bokuto honestly didn't not want to eat your food

it's just that he had to go on a new diet for the upcoming season, his trainer and nutritionist told him to try it out to see how it works with him

and the things you cooked and baked were on the no eating list

he just loved when you made food for him, it tasted amazing and he could feel the love you put into it

he was planning on waiting the diet out and stockpiling all the food you made for afterwards as a treat

but he may or may not have failed to tell you that

so when you noticed he wasn't eating the food you left for him when he came home late after practice, you were disheartened and not to be dramatic, but heartbroken as well

deciding not to waste anymore, you simply stopped

turns out, the diet wasn't really working with bokuto, his nutritionist decided it was unecessary since he was getting the same results when he wasn't on it––thanks to his genetics, metabolism and workout routine. if anything he was glad, he was beyond excited to come home and finally eat your cooking again.

he practically ran home with a skip in his step, shouting out cheerfully as soon as he stepped past the front door. "baby i'm home!" he put his things down and took his shoes off, before gliding in front of the fridge to open it. "what's for dinner?––" he trailed off when he noticed there was nothing cooking, maybe you were starting later? he looked through the shelves in the fridge, looking for something to snack on in the mean time and gasped abruptly when he couldn't find the containers of food he'd been saving over the past week.

he closed the doors and frantically looked around the kitchen, opening random cupboards that couldn't possibly keep any refrigerated food fresh.

you walked in to find him searching around like a madman and you paused. "kou? what's wrong?"

he looked up at the sound of your voice and ran over to you, placing his hands on your waist. he kissed your forehead to say hello, despite the pout on his face and the clearly pressing matter on his mind. "hi baby doll. i was looking for all the food that was in the fridge, did you move them?"

you paused, "well i––i threw them out?"

his eyes almost bulged out of his head, "what?! why??"

you were confused by his sudden outburst, it's not like he was eating any of it. "i mean you weren't eating, kou...it's been a week since you've stopped eating my food, i just didn't see the point in keeping it all in there...that's also why i'm not making dinner right now."

he stared at you, shocked and disappointed in himself, he had no idea you were feeling this upset. "oh my god...did i forget to tell you?" your brows furrowed curiously but he simply pulled you into his arms for a tight hug. "i'm so sorry bub––they wanted me to try out this new diet, that's why i wasn't eating! i didn't mean to make you upset! i was even planning on eating all of the dinners i missed afterwards...but the diet wasn't for me so i can go back to eating normally now!"

you pulled back slightly to look at him, not knowing what to say. "oh..."

he gave you a sad smile, "yeah," he brought a hand up to hold your cheek, "you know i love your food––it honestly hurt my heart when they told me i couldn't eat it!"

you cracked a smile and he gave you one right back, "i'm serious!"

you sighed happily, "okay...so i guess i should start making dinner then?––"

he was pulling you over to the fridge before you could finish your sentence, "absolutely! and i'm helping!"

you laughed and started getting the ingredients together, "how about i make your favorite tonight?"

he nodded like a child excited for ice cream and kissed you on the cheek. he wasn't really a chef himself, that's why he left it to you––he didn't want to burn down the kitchen. so he'd mostly be staying by your side, maybe handing you things or mixing things, but you enjoyed his company nonetheless.

you had started seasoning the food when he slid his arms around you from behind, leaning down to rest his head on your shoulder. "hey baby?" you hummed in response and his hold on you tightened a bit. "would you...mind making my favorite dessert tonight too? i've been craving it for a while now..."

you smiled to yourself and nodded, "i'd love to."

he squeezed you and kissed your cheek loudly, "yes! thank you i love you so much!–"

kuroo:

almost every day you sent kuroo off to work with a baked good you made him

he loved them and you loved making them so it was a win-win

you'd put them in a little container with a cute note

and though he knew what to expect each time, they never failed to brighten his day

but earlier this week you stopped by kuroo's office to drop off the treat he'd forgotten to take with him today in his rush out the door

he was in a meeting so his assistant let you into his office

and you felt an ache in your chest when you noticed four of the treats you'd given him this past week all on his desk, unopened

that day, you went back home with all the uneaten sweets and unshed tears aching to fall from your eyes

did he just take them to please you? did he not really want them this whole time? was he just trying to be a good husband?

all these questions flooded your mind, only confusing and hurting you further

but one thing was for certain, you'd stop baking them for him

it didn't make sense for you to if you knew it'd be going to waste

kuroo was beyond done with his day and it wasn't even halfway over. he sighed, loosening his tie as he shut the door to his office, drained from the two hour meeting he'd been in.

thankfully, he had no more meetings today so he could sit and relax while he worked in his office. he sat down at his desk and shut his eyes for a moment, needing to calm down and regenerate himself. he reached over to his left blindly, knowing he'd left the treats you baked him there––things had been getting so hectic lately, he barely had time to eat them, but he was saving them for when he did have the time.

his hand smacked down on the desk three times as he tried to reach for the containers before he finally opened his eyes. his brows furrowed slightly, "what the..." he looked around the desk, opening the drawers and everything before giving up and calling his assistant in.

she knocked on the door and he signaled for her to come in.

"yes sir?"

"hi, do you know where the sweets i had on my desk are? i thought i left them here."

his assistant thought for a moment before perking up, "oh i believe your partner came and collected them while you were in your meeting, sir."

he frowned, "y/n was here? why didn't you tell me?"

"they asked me not to disturb you."

kuroo nodded, "oh alright...well, thank you, that'll be all."

he immediately pulled his personal phone out and called your number, you must have been back home by now.

you saw his name pop up on your screen as you were about to throw out the baked goods and hesitated for a good while before sighing and picking up. "yes?"

you could practically hear the smirk on his face as he spoke through the phone.

kuroo leaned back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling as he spoke. "you stole my sweets from me? where'd you hide them? or did you eat them?"

he didn't even feel bad that he'd just left them there?––"well you clearly weren't eating them kuroo," the smirk dropped from his face and he sat up, alert. woah––kuroo? why did you sound upset? "they were just sitting on your desk––anyway, i was about to throw them out."

"woah, what?? why would you do that?!"

he was speaking to you but you honestly weren't listening, too annoyed and too hurt to pay attention. "look if you didn't like them, you could have just told me so i wouldn't have to waste hours every day busting my ass to make them for you––were you just throwing them out this whole time, is that it?––"

he shook his head with each word you uttered before realizing you couldn't see him, he was just in complete shock. "what? no no, kitten listen to me, hey listen, okay?" you paused, mostly to catch your breath, but he took that opportunity to speak up. "i love when you bake for me, everything you make tastes amazing. i love eating the sweets you make when i'm at work because they remind me of you and of how much you love me––this week's just been a complete pain in my ass and i haven't had the time to sit down, eat and enjoy your treats, i love them and you too much to just scarf them down in a minute. i need to savor them, you know?" despite the adrenaline running in your body, you cracked a smile. "i finally had some time to myself and i was gonna eat them just now when i realized they were missing so i called you..."

he trailed off and you took that as your cue to speak up. "oh..."

you could hear his smirk again, "yeah, oh."

"so i...maybe...overreacted a bit."

he chuckled, the sound warm even through the phone. "no kitten you didn't, i get why you were upset––but, you should have asked me about it first."

you sighed, "yeah, yeah..." you looked at the open containers in front of you, only now noticing the notes you put in them were gone––he must have taken them out to read them even though he didn't have time to eat––"wait a minute, if you haven't had time to eat..." you could hear him clear his throat awkwardly, "kuroo you haven't been eating lunch?!"

he laughed awkwardly, "um, i mean, i eat after work––"

"that's not the same!" you rolled your eyes, "i'm coming back over there and i'm bringing you lunch and you're going to eat it, understand?"

he poked his tongue to the side of his cheek. "okay, kitten."

you sighed, "you're lucky i love you."

he leaned back in his chair again, "oh could you bring one of the––"

you cut him off, putting one of the already closed containers back in your bag. "already on it."

he grinned, "god, i love you."

oikawa:

oikawa loves your cooking

and normally he scrambles home after practice to eat it

but this past week training was grueling and tiring, so by the time he came out every day, he was drained mentally and physically

and he was starving

he couldn't wait any longer as soon as he stepped foot out of the gym

so he went to the nearest takeout place, bodega, whatever to get something to eat quickly,, for the whole week

he thought nothing of it

but when he came home every night for a week straight saying he'd already eaten when you tried to offer him the food you spent hours making?

it hurt, a lot

so you decided you'd stop cooking

oikawa was aching to go home––he was exhausted and all he thought about to get him through the day was you, your cooking and your cuddles. he needed all three immediately. when his coach said they were all free to go home, he could almost feel a weight lifting off his shoulders.

he sighed loudly as he stepped into your home, peeling his sneakers off and setting his things aside. he padded into the house, going straight to the kitchen and frowned when you were nowhere in sight. he'd come home a bit early today, around the time you were usually making dinner.

he looked around and walked to the living room, smiling to himself when he found you sitting on the couch, looking for something to watch on tv.

you smiled up at him and greeted him, the sound of your voice making him feel warm inside. "hi baby, how was your day?"

he huffed and slid onto the couch, lying down so his head was in your lap. "don't even talk to me about the day i've had––i was thinking about you the whole time." he took your hand in his and brought it up to his lips to give it a soft kiss. "you got me through it."

he placed one of your hands on his cheek and the other in his hair, mumbling a thank you when you started playing with the slightly damp mess on his head. "mm that feels good baby." he closed his eyes and sighed contently, settling in comfortably to your touch.

after a few moments, he spoke up softly, trying his best not to fall asleep. "what's for dinner?"

"um i'm not sure," your eyes were focused back on the tv as you thought for a moment. "what do you wanna order?"

he paused and cracked one eye open, opening the other when he realized you weren't joking. "wha––order?"

you looked down at him and nodded hesitantly, "yeah? like takeout?"

he sat up abruptly and turned to face you, "what? why?"

you paused this time, unsure of how to respond. "well...every night for the past week you haven't been eating my food. i think it's fair for me to assume you don't want my food anymore."

he felt a piece of himself break on the inside, "oh angel..." he grabbed your hands, "no no––i love your food, you know that––i've just been so tired this week, i couldn't even wait to get home to eat, so i stopped by the nearest places with the boys." he scooted closer to you. "i'm so sorry i made you feel like i didn't appreciate what you do for me––i promise from now on i'll drag myself on my hands and knees if i have to to come home to you and eat––"

you laughed and shook your head, "tooru there's no need for that––"

he cut you off, almost offended. "of course there is! i hurt your feelings baby, i never want to do that again!"

you smiled and pulled him in for a sweet kiss that he quickly melted into. you pulled away to look at him earnestly. "it's okay babe. just...maybe tell me next time? i was just worried you were tired of my food, that's all."

he pulled you into his lap and held you tight. "i could never and will never be tired of anything you do for me, i promise." he kissed your cheek. "though it is my fault, i did miss your cooking this week––but if you're not in the mood to make anything i understand and we can still order––"

you shook your head, "i'll make your favorite, okay?"

he pulled you in for another kiss, "i really don't deserve you."