#saw what moon looked like and was like HUH?

[ca1tlynsgf]

pitfighter!vi after a breakup with you

warnings: angst, descriptions of injuries, substance abuse

an: i just farted this shit out idek if it’s good not gonna proof read

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the bottles seem to keep falling empty out of her hands and rolling onto the rotted wood of her bedroom floor, clanking into each other as vi downs them one by one. it’s been two weeks, fourteen goddamn days since she saw your tear-stained face, cursing at her, “i never want to see you again!” as you left her standing there in the cold, dark street. fourteen days.

in these days, vi has been nothing but drunk and bloody. she upped her fights to three matches a night, four if she’s high enough. her body aches from the amount of trauma it’s been through; a few broken ribs, knuckles bloody and raw almost to the bone, her left eye greenish-blue and slightly swollen.

nothing really hurts though, as long as she keeps putting the bottle to her lips—

“vi?” your voice called out, low and soft in her darkened bedroom. the light from the moon shined onto the floorboards and clutter. vi sat, knees bent and hands resting on them, back against the few cushions she called a “bed.” she didn’t really remember how she ended up on the floor, but she also didn’t even know what day or time it was, either.

she blinked a few times, seeing an outline of a body in the doorway.

she had to be hallucinating. it was the alcohol, it was… no way in hell you would show up here, how did you even get in? how did you find her? how in the fucking world did you-

“violet, what did you do…” your face came into the light, your eyes bore right into vi’s. she tightly shut hers and shook her head, trying to get you out of her mind.

warm hands cupped her face. you knelt down to be face level with her, your thumbs caressed her makeup-stained cheeks. “vi?” that little crease in between your eyebrows that vi loved so much was prominent as you worriedly surveyed the wounds and injuries all over her body.

“are you real?” vi’s voice was coarse, it didn’t even really sound like her. it was like she was talking through water, outside of her body.

you felt tears welling up in your eyes as you heard the broken woman sitting slumped in front of you. “yes, yes i’m real.. i’m here.”

vi’s opal eyes looked into yours, a certain yearn and heartbreak in them.

“i’m so sorry..” she slurred her words, “i fucked up so bad, y/n. you were the best thing that ever happened to me, and i destroyed it just like everything else.” her head hung low on her shoulders as she looked to the floor, hiding her face in her blackened-pink hair. “you loved me in a way no one ever had, saw through all my bullshit. you-you even fucking showed up right here, right now, after all of the shit i yelled at you.. all the things i did….” a sob racked through her body. she was tipping over, the weight on her shoulders becoming too much, and you found yourself catching her with your body. vi clung onto you, wrapping her strong bandaged arms around your lower waist as she buried her head into your stomach. you stayed on your knees, making you just a little taller than her.

vi broke in your arms. she (tried) to hold it in these past couple weeks, not allowed herself to think too much or be alone for too long. of fucking course, as soon as you come in, all of it comes back to her. (it doesn’t help that’s she’s incredibly drunk or how tired she is, either)

“you came back, why did you come back?” vi’s voice was shaking as the inky tears stained your shirt, causing your heart to break even more for the girl in your arms.

“loris came to me, told me you were.. you weren’t well. you’re doing three fights a night, vi? why the hell would you do that, huh?” your fingers gently caressed her head, holding her broken body to your chest.

when vi didn’t answer, you carefully lifted her head. her eyes were closed, eyebrows furrowed.

had she fallen asleep in her drunken state?

“violet, baby, wake up” you stroked her cheeks, but she was out like a light.

you helped her get into her bed, took off her shoes and carefully wiped off her makeup with a wet wash cloth from her dirty sink. she didn’t stir once, not until you got up from her to leave. her hand softly grabbed onto your forearm, and she slurred something that sounded like “stay with me” but you weren’t completely sure.

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MY SHAYLAA😭😭😭😭🚬😪

[tiredeyesight]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ us as parents? (luke castellan x fem! reader)

summary : you find out that a lot of the kids at the camp see you and luke as parents leading to silly deep talks by the lake at night

‘you what?’, you exclaimed in shock. ‘i see you and luke as like my second parents’, a young kid from your cabin repeated. multiple other kids hummed in agreement. a wave of stunned disbelief ran through your entire being. complete and utter disbelief. that was the last thing you expected to hear today. ‘huh alright, anyways let’s get back to it’, continuing your arrangement of chores for the cabin.

in the early afternoon, you get lunch and meet up with your friends. ‘oh my, do you know a lot of kids in my cabin see luke and i as their second parents?’ you uttered to them still in a similar state of astonishment. ‘that does not surprise me, a few kids have told me that as well to be honest.’ one friend spoke up. ‘whattt!’, surely not. maybe?

as you the day progressed you could not get the thought of you and luke as parents out of your head. it felt as though it was consuming you. there was plans to meet up with him at the lake tonight, you wonder what his reaction to the news that he is perceived as a father by a multitude of kids is going to be like.

as the sun set you got ready to meet up with luke at the lake, you grabbed a towel and your sandals and off you went. as you arrived you noticed a familiar looking head splashing around in the water, luke. you quickened your pace, threw your towel down next to his and kicked of your sandals to join him in the water.

‘hey there baby’, luke said as he heard you come into the water. ‘hey there handsome’, you responded placing a quick kiss to his cheek as a greeting. he picked you up bridal style and began going out further into the water, giggles erupting from you. when he was around hip length into the water, he let you go. for some odd reason, a tradition. when you emerged from the water you saw his charming smile on his stunning face.

after around an hour of messing around in the water you left to dry up and lay on the shore of the lake. the night sky was littered with thousands of glowing stars and the moons light radiant. the view was priceless.

while you lay on the shore, your limbs slowly became entangled with lukes. warmth. ‘oh yea guess what?’ you spoke with excitement for his reaction, ‘what my love?’ his words laced with affection. ‘apparently, several kids at camp see us as second parents!’, you gushed. a beaming smile burst onto his face at your words, ‘is that so?’ he said with a soft chuckle. ‘yesss! some kids in my cabin told me today’, you spoke.

a moment of peaceful silence passed. ‘imagine as us parents.’ you thought aloud. you turned your head to look at luke and saw he was staring at you with the most smitten look you had ever seen. ‘i have had dreams about that’, he admits. ‘best dreams ever.’ he continued. ‘really?’, you questioned, gods you were infatuated with him. ‘mhm baby, you’re always such an adorable mum in every dream.’ you were smiling like an idiot now staring at your lover. ‘you’d be such a good dad luke.’ you admitted. ‘i can imagine you running around chasing them around, it’s like i can hear your laughter with them.’ the picture running clear as day in your head as if it had already happened.

‘our little ones are gonna be the cutest.’ he said before stealing a kiss from you.

authors note : we’re gonna ignore how the three pictures give off percy vibes.. anyways requests are open as per usual!

word count : 603 words

[tammyu-2]

hii can i request tmnt 2012 donnie meeting reader for the first time while the ninjas were at on a mission because she caught them while walking home and him js like falls in love on sight and his brothers tease him ☺️☺️☺️☺️

AHH THIS IS SO CUTE OFC

TMNT 2012 DONNIE FALLS FOR YOU AT FIRST SIGHT

There is no usage of y/n, swearing, female pronouns, awkward,Donnie being in love, and yeah, that's it.

A lil info on me, Leo and Donnie, are my favs

It had been a long ass day for you, to be honest. After all the long hours that occupied you, you were ready to pass out the second you walked into your apartment.

It just so happened that the turtles were fighting the kraang at the same time. In the same area. What a coincidence... even more of a coincidence that you walled right into the battlefield, too tired to even look up as you walked right through it.

The kraang are literal villians ofc they are gonna shoot you. So while you were too occupied looking like the burgains from the movie trolls 1 a kraang saw you and had to get rid of all witnesses. Luckily for you, a certain purple turtle scooped you up and dropped you on top of a building.

Naturally, you are confused. Not only by the fact that you just so quickly got onto the top of a building but the fact that a tall humanoid turtle had saved you. But tbh you read weird shit so it's not that much of a surprise. You looked up at your savior, and your gazes locked.

Now Donnie boy over here has a completely different mindset. Bc Holy shit your so pretty??? He is BLUSHING trust. Bc your hair is swaying from the wind while the moon light makes your eye shimmer. It was like you had made this man putty just by looking at him. Wait, is he staring??

He quickly goes to clear his throat, noting that he had indeed been staring too freakishly long. He doesn't wanna look too weird than he already is.

"Are you alright?"

"What are you-"

YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THAT. WHAT IF ITS OFFENSIVE TO THEIR KIND DUMBASS.

"I mean not to be rude, you know - I'm just wondering cause you know I've never seen anything like you - but not in a bad way. It's just that- you know you're like a walking talking fighting turtle, and that's freakishly weird - not freakishly weird! it's just - I'm gonna stop talking now.."

You have just insulted a man's (or should I say turtles) existence just by saying two sentences to this ...guy? Congrats.

You felt guilty till you heard him chuckle a bit at your word vomit. You didn't even know you were closing your eyes for anything after that till you opened them to see the turtle smiling dorkishly at you.

"It's fine I get that alot. I'm-"

He paused. Since he should be a secret, should he really tell you his name? May swell tell you the secret turtle base as well, seeing as though you're a cute stranger.

"-just glad your safe."

"Thanks to you. You saved my life."

The sincerity in your voice made his smile grow. You're not running away or screaming or looking away in disgust. It's like you saw him. Like really saw him. That or he is just delulu

"I- you know it's really no b-big deal.."

Smooth.

"It is to me."

"YO DONNIE STOP FLIRTING AND COME HELP OUR ASSES OVER HEAR!"

[If raph could swear he would do it all the time trust me]

Turns out during that awkward exchange, the turtles were yelling at Donnie to help them. Woops. He straightened and sent a scowl to raph. He turned to you, giving you a sheepish grin.

"I uh gotta go.."

"It's cool go do your ninja stuff."

Today might be the day he starts a diary. He waves you goodbye and jumps down into battle.

Huh. Finding a humanoid turtle was not on your to-do list, but you're expecting it. He seemed nice enough... After that, thought another popped up that made you groan. You're trapped on a flipping building.

Once the kraang escaped and the turtles all unloaded into the living room of the liar all tired. Now was time for questioning.

"What the hell was that, Don? You left us to go ask for a chick's number. Meanwhile, we were getting our asses handed to us. And by we, I mean Mikey.

He said, earning an offended 'hey!' from said turtle.

"Yeah you were up there for a while..."

"I was just checking on a civilian that got caught in the crossfire of our fight."

He said back matter a factly. Earning (non-existent) eye brow raises from his brother.

"Dude, you totally like her!"

"Wha- I mean- no- what??"

He spluttered, trying to defend himself, but nothing can convince his brothers otherwise.

"Awe, how cute Don likes someone that isn't April."

"I think so but seriously, not in the middle of a mission."

"DONNIE LIKES A GIRLLL DONNIE LIKES A GIRLLL!"

Please let the earth swallow him up right now.

So as the days went by you two met up a second time and decided to casually meet up a third. You became a trusted friend to him and the turtles. That only made the teasing worse. Such as making kissy faces at Donnie while your back was turned. Making teasing remarks here and there about how long Donnie is taking to pursue you.

Even Splinter lightly jokes about how he approves of you already. And let's be honest. He has a whole wall covered in solutions on how to set up the perfect plan to help him get with you. He always covers it when you come around.

The difference between you and April is that you actually are starting to like him to. You love when he explains stuff you can't understand and how he treats you like a literal princess but knows you can handle yourself. He makes cute gadgets here and there to help you with your every day life and all of this is making him grow on you and you honestly secretly blush too at the teasings of his brothers. But only they can catch that. Donnie is clueless.

Chat what we thinking? I actually really like this. It's so cute I adore this. I love this ask that you so much!!!!!

But yeah, enjoy

~Tammy<3

[aishangotome]

Azel Radwan: Chapter 10 Premium Story

Chapter 10

Thank you @shatcey for providing the video for this chapter!

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Although it retains its current form due to renovations of ancient ruins, the temple, with its high historical value, appears to have many rooms at first glance.

However, upon checking each one, it seems they have completely decayed over the long course of history, reduced to piles of rubble.

The places where people can physically stand are limited, and the places where one can sleep and eat are even more limited.

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(This is the Living God's room...)

The spacious room located on the top floor of the temple was a fantastical space, as if I had wandered into a dream world.

I was overwhelmed by the huge moon visible from the window, but even more so, I was stunned by the murals that completely covered the ceiling.

Emma: This is...

Azel: It's not my taste. It was here from the beginning.

Depicted was a sky full of stars, without a moon.

The stars twinkling on the ceiling should be fake, yet each one shone as if it were real.

Emma: ...Beautiful.

Azel: It's a special pigment made from an ore that can't even be mined anymore.

Azel: It's close to a miracle that it's remained in this condition without any repairs.

As he spoke, he held out his hand to me.

Emma: ...What's this hand for?

Azel: Explanation fee.

Emma: That's fraud.

Azel: You never learn, do you?

(I can't even casually ask him anything!)

Since I didn't have any money on hand, I tried shaking his greedy hand.

Azel: ...Huh?

Emma: It's offset by the handshake fee.

Azel: I'd rather be the one getting the handshake fee.

Emma: My handshake is even more expensive than that. Didn't you know?

Azel: I didn't know. I don't think it's worth anything at all.

(...He talks too much...)

I quickly let go of his hand, and Prince Azel withdrew his as well.

As expected, the explanation fee seemed to be a God's joke.

Looking around again, I saw that besides the mystical murals, the room contained a large bed, a desk and chair for one person, and scattered books piled everywhere.

The book that had fallen at my feet was a specialized book on architecture.

(This one's about agriculture... that one's economics, the one piled on the chair is astronomy, and there's even a book on shipbuilding.)

It wasn't specific to any one field; there were traces of him having read extensively in various areas.

(This book in particular seems to be well-read.)

(Let's see... "Read this and you too can be a splendid swindler ~Beginner's Edition~?")

(...I'll pretend I didn't see that.)

Azel: So, what do you intend to do after following me to my room?

Emma: Of course, I'm looking for a place to sleep.

Azel: .............

Emma: I won't take the bed.

Azel: That goes without saying.

Emma: I thought about sleeping in the kitchen...

Azel: Are you serious?

Emma: It might be surprisingly comfortable.

Azel: It might be, if you don't mind me stepping on you when I go to get water at night.

Emma: No way. ...Which means, it seems I have no choice but to borrow a corner of this room.

(I thought it would be awkward to stay in a man's room... but there's no other way.)

A sense of guilt welled up in me, but it was too late to back down now.

Emma: Would it be alright if I set up camp in the corner by this bookshelf?

Azel: It wouldn't be, but you're going to occupy it anyway, aren't you?

Emma: Yes.

Azel: Then please pay the rent.

Emma: I'm already drowning in debt, I have nothing left to fear. Charge me whatever you like.

Azel: ...You've really reached the end of the line, haven't you?

Despite his words, Prince Azel pulled a blanket out of the closet and tossed it to me.

Emma: Thank you very much.

Azel: Of course—

Emma: You can add the rental fee to the invoice.

(If I stay here, I'll be in debt hell every day.)

(This has been bothering me for a while...)

Emma: Are you really in need for money, Living God?

(He shouldn't be in a position to be troubled by money, right?)

(In fact, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that the national treasury is Prince Azel's wallet...)

Azel: I don't take money because I'm in need for it.

Azel: I take money to live.

Emma: Isn't that...the same thing?

Azel: It's completely different. But I have no intention of explaining it in detail.

Prince Azel picked up a nearby book and lay down on the bed.

His casual demeanor suggested that this was a part of his daily routine.

(In the end, it seems Prince Azel has decided to ignore me.)

(In that case, I'll blend into the background too.)

(I have no choice but to huddle in the corner so as not to disturb Prince Azel's privacy as much as possible, and wait for morning to come.)

(...........)

(...I have nothing to do, so maybe I'll read a book.)

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*This part will be from Azel's POV*

Around the time the moon, which had been perched by the window, reached its zenith in the sky—regular, quiet snores echoed through the room.

The God looked down at the "self-proclaimed priestess" who was sleeping against the bookshelf, wrapped in a blanket.

Azel: Are you seriously going to sleep there?

There was no reply to his question.

Her body swayed back and forth, as if she were on a boat rocking on the waves.

Eventually, his worry became reality, and her body tilted toward the cold floor.

He instinctively caught her with his arm and brought her back up.

Azel: ...I don't understand.

Azel: What's the normal thing to do? Isn't it normal for two people to share one bed in the first place?

Azel: But considering rationality, it's clearly the normal thing to do. There's no need to sleep on the floor.

Azel: I thought you'd shamelessly occupy the bed no matter what I said.

Azel: ...Well, it doesn't matter to me whether the sucker sleeps on the floor or wherever.

As the God stood up again, her body started to sway once more.

Azel: It doesn't matter...

She swayed back and forth, greatly, and—

Azel: ...Matter...

He supported her body again as she was about to have a second collision with the floor.

Azel: .........What the hell...damn it.

Finally losing his patience with her swaying body every time he let go, he picked her up.

He gently laid her down on the sheets with unpracticed hands, and then the body that should have been asleep suddenly sat up.

Azel: Whoa!? You're awake—

Azel: ...Are you...?

She grabbed the God's hand as if to stop him from doing something, but her eyes were still tightly closed.

Emma: ...The bread...you can't eat it yet...

Emma: Undercooked...it's not tasty...

Azel: ...Huh?

Emma: ...I won't...let go...

Emma: No...stealing...absolutely not...

Emma: .............

Thud—her body fell back onto the sheets.

Then, as if nothing had happened, snores could be heard.

Azel: ...That's quite different from your "usual dream."

He glanced at his grasped hand and started to raise it to shake her off.

However, the self-proclaimed priestess, who was trying to stop a bread thief, was sleeping soundly—

After a moment of hesitation, his hand was quietly lowered.

Azel: How can you sleep so peacefully in this situation?

Azel: ...And with such a stupid look on your face.

Emma: Hehe...

Azel: ..............

Azel: You...you're so different in many ways.

Sigh... He let out a deep, heavy sigh and lay down next to her on the bed.

The bed, which was spacious for one person, felt cramped with two people side by side.

Emma: Hmm... So, no...

Perhaps the crime in her dream had escalated, as she was no longer satisfied with just grabbing his hand and clung to his arm.

The God stiffened and covered his face with his other, unrestrained hand.

Azel: ...Keeping you by my side might have been a bad move.

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*Back to Emma's POV*

The first morning I woke up in the God's dwelling—it was by no means a pleasant awakening.

Emma: .............

Azel: ..............

(...Why did this happen?)

I remember falling asleep last night, wrapped in a blanket and leaning against the bookshelf.

But when I woke up, I was in bed...or to be more precise, clinging to Prince Azel's arm.

(………… Could this be...a nightmare?)

Azel: Good morning.

Emma: Good..... morning...

Prince Azel, who was being used as a hug pillow, had an eerily gentle expression.

The chills running down my spine were definitely not my imagination.

Azel: Do you have anything to say to me?

Emma: Well...

Emma: ...Even when you've just woken up, your hair is neatly tied, isn't it...or something like that...

Emma: Ow, ow, ow!

He pinched my cheek, and I realized that this wasn't a nightmare, but reality.

It seemed that the gentle smile was an illusion, and in the harsh reality that had been exposed, a grumpy God awaited me.

Azel: You disrespectful creature.

Emma: I'm sorry, I don't remember anything...!

Emma: Why am I in bed?

Azel: I don't know. You must have climbed into bed and clung to me on your own.

Emma: No way...

Azel: You're quite the sleeper.

(...Aside from the clinging, it's hard to believe that I went to bed while I was asleep...)

Azel: You have some nerve doubting my words.

Emma: I didn't say anything!

Azel: Your face said it all. And it's all your fault.

(That's true...)

(Either way, I caused him trouble.)

I couldn't help but hold my head in my hands, as climbing into bed while asleep was certainly unexpected.

Azel: ...If you wanted to sleep in the bed that much, why didn't you just say so from the—

Emma: I've decided. I'll sleep in the kitchen from today.

Azel: Why would you say that!? That's not the point!

Emma: Eh?

Azel: ...Cough...

(Why did he suddenly shout...?)

Azel: Tch...

(And why did he click his tongue!?)

Perhaps I had upset him, as Prince Azel turned away.

Azel: ...Are you stupid? You came to bed because you couldn't sleep on the floor, right?

Emma: It seems so, therefore I will retrain myself.

Azel: Nothing is as useless as willpower alone.

Emma: But there's no other way.

Azel: .............

(Wow...his face says "dissatisfied.")

(I don't think my suggestion is a bad thing for Prince Azel.)

Azel: ...Fine. I'll make breakfast.

Emma: Oh, I don't have to make it?

Azel: That's right. This is so troublesome, damn it.

(Hmm...something's strange.)

(His attitude changed after I said I'd sleep in the kitchen.)

Carefully retracing each of our conversations so far, I let out an "Ah!" without thinking.

(I can't believe it, but...)

Emma: ...Could it be that you carried me to bed, Living God?

Azel: ...No.

Emma: And the clinging was actually—

Azel: That part is true.

Emma: "That part?"

Azel: ..............

The God turned his back to me, his ears slightly red.

(...I think I might be starting to understand Prince Azel.)

Perhaps because I had learned a fact I hadn't expected at all, my heart started to race.

I hurriedly tightened my lips, which were about to break into a grin.

Emma: Thank you very much.

Azel: .................

Emma: I'll make you a delicious breakfast as an apology!

Azel: ..............................

(Oh no, he's completely sulking.)

(...He's a mean God who forces debt on me, but I still can't hate him.)

Azel: ...Don't get the wrong idea. It's to collect the transportation fee and bedding usage fee.

Emma: I'll let you have that.

(This feeling...it's a first.)

With my heart feeling light and fluffy, I got ready and left the room with my change of clothes in hand.

But suddenly, I had an idea and went back to the room.

Emma: ...In addition to increasing my debt, I have a request.

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Chapter 11

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[huntersrequiem-if]

How would the ROs react to seeing the MC cry for the first time?

Hii thanks for the ask! This was so much fun it turned a bit too long lol.

Oh damn. You're crying. Huh. A part of him scolds himself for not noticing this sooner, how can you be so blind? Are you really this - The thought is broken off by another sob. Astaroth frowns even harder. He hates this sound - he decides. He loves your laugh, your smiles. Stars, he doesn't even mind when they come from making him a joke. Your emotions are such a mess right now he doesn't know how to untangle them, where to start. So he does what he is best at, run his mouth. If he fills your head and ears with idle, meaningless chatter - there will be no room for sadness, no? At best, you would switch focus, at worst you start cursing him out. And he would take it, drag it out into a fight. Because it is way more fun to fight with him, right? Right? Still crying? Well, shit. And even harder now! He will demand to know just what is wrong with you? Speak so he can do something about it. Just please stop crying.

Oh. Oh no, love! Her face falls at the sight of your tears. What happened to you, darling? Moon hates tears, yours chief of them all. Already she feels the telltale pressure in her eyes, thin pinpricks that refuse to be blinked away. She scowls at you if you dare to console her. How dare you? This is about you, not me! Even as she tries desperately to wipe her tears away, she looks no less fierce. After a moment in which she takes a deep breath, she manages to turn the scowl into a small smile, her hands finding yours. Rubbing one tear away from your face with a thumb, she envelops you in a tight hug, warm and comforting. She will not let go until you tell her what she can do for you? Anything you want.

They're rusty at this. Giving comfort and a warm word. Their first reaction is to stare for a long time. Not out of judgment - but sheer bewilderment. The thought of leaving and pretending they never saw this rise unbidden, banished just a soon with a shake of their head. Night feels shame - shame they even dared to think this. With great hesitance they hover around you, unsure if their touch is welcomed. In the end, they open their arms - an offer for you to take. They'll catch you when you throw yourself into their arms, hand pressing your head into the crook of their neck. The hug is a bit stiff but they warm up to it. They listen to whatever you give, be it your sobs or the grievances that ail you.

Their laugh turns into a small strangled thing. Santana's heart cleatches at the sight of the glistering tears. What has happened? One moment you were laughing with them and now you burst into tears. Did I say something? They whisper fiercely, fingers digging into your shoulder. I'm sorry.

When you shake your head, they frown, worry swimming in their eyes. Then what is wrong? Please tell me.

You could only point at them. Santana gulps, heart starting to gallop into their chest. Me? What did they do? Should they leave?

When they try to take a step back, your hand clasps around their arm. Please, you mouth and their face falls. A quick nod and they hug you, your head buried in their stomach, their arms wrapped around your shoulders.

They still don't know what they did - before understanding strikes them like lightning. Oh.

You're silly, they say, voice wavering and wet. An idiot, even. I'm not going to leave you. Not now, not ever. I'm going to be by your side until I'm old and wrinkly and cranky and you're annoyed by me. And even after I'm going to find you in the next life. Promise? you mouth against their shirt, in such a small voice they have to resist crying themself.

Promise. Their voice is solemn, an oath.

??? stares at you for a long time. The tears of a god trailing down your face. Their tongue is paralyzed in their mouth, useless like a lump of clay. And whatever words they would find - how can they be used to soothe the wounds of a god? Can their touch? They contemplate - leave and pretend they never saw that. Never saw the tears trail down your cheeks, that they're blind to the puffiness of your eyes. They curse all things that are holy when your eyes meet. There goes the chance to save your dignity. You, although, don't look ready to strangle them. Good. With a gulp, they approach like a spooked rabbit with cautious steps. You don't seem to mind. ??? takes the place by your side, shoulders touching. They listen to your sobs, quiet, and gaze soft. They don't know what ails you, what wounds you carry - but you're not alone, now.

[yippeedragons]

behold! a green dragon that doesnt use any green-range tones!

steel/moon/stone with fade/flair/peacock, faded earth eyes

[depresseddepot]

I haven't finished outer wilds yet but I truly can't believe that this game still surprises me when I'm so close to the end

[babyleostuff]

𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝜗𝜚 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄: fluff, established relationship, down bad wonwoo (he’s a certified simp) 𝜗𝜚 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: idol!wonwoo x fem!reader 𝜗𝜚 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.6k

⦗💌 ⦘ though it didn’t bother wonwoo that his girl wasn’t a gamer like him, he was over the moon when one day she proudly declared she started gaming. one thing he forgot to ask - what kind of games she was playing.

𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: guys if i play dress to impress does it mean im finally a gamer?

wonwoo was having a stroke. 

months ago, when you first started going out, he of course had to mention his love for gaming and computers, no matter how lame it made him - he figured if it bothered you then you simply weren’t fit for him. but, thankfully, you didn’t find it unappealing whatsoever, you even asked him questions about games and whatnot, sounding genuinely interested. 

and he wouldn’t lie - it’d be cool if you were a gamer as well, but… 

“no, it’s not for me,” you said when he asked if you played. “i don’t really get the hype, and to be honest i just suck really bad.” 

…but wonwoo understood that you didn’t have to share his every passion, besides - you had your hobbies, he had his, and that was perfectly fine. he was more than happy to indulge in activities that you enjoyed and getting to know you even better through them. 

during the course of your relationship you still didn’t show any interest in his games. well, maybe except for when you wanted cuddles, then you suddenly took a great interest in what was happening on his computer, but wonwoo didn’t mind. it was cute how you tried to keep up with the game though you had no idea what it was about, especially when you were sleepy.  

sometimes, though, you felt bad that you didn’t share his passion, that you didn’t know about all of the new updates, and gaming terms, or what the different keys on the keyboard were responsible for, but wonwoo was always quick to shut down those silly thoughts of yours. “i don’t mind, honey,” he always said and kissed your cheek. “i really don’t”. 

so it was safe to say that he had never expected to hear, "i'm a gamer now, baby. i play games," with a proud smile on your lips. 

wonwoo’s day had been long and hard, his muscles were aching from the hours spent on dancing and moving around the stage, and his head was begging for a moment of silence from all the yelling and yapping of his members. 

but that, that just woke him up like no amount of coffees or red bulls could. 

“huh?” he managed to say in utter confusion. 

he didn’t like how you were smiling. there was something sinister about it. 

“there’s this game everyone is playing now. i saw some videos on tik tok,” you had to stifle a giggle seeing your boyfriend’s expression upon the mention of the app he considered cursed, “and it looked fun. so… i’ve been playing it ever since you left for work.” 

well, maybe you did find it on tik tok, but a game was still a game, so wonwoo figured he should count that as a win. 

“let me show you,” you declared and took his hand with an excited grin, before he could say anything else, let alone ask you what kind of game you were talking about. 

you quickly pulled him into his bedroom, totally dismissing mingyu’s “hello”, and made him sit on his gaming chair. 

“i know you don’t like it when people touch your computer-,”.

“you can use it, honey, i don’t mind,” he cut you off and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. as ecstatic as wonwoo was about your breakthrough in gaming, he could wait to go to bed and finally get his well deserved cuddles from you. 

“okay okay,” you said and unintendedly ran your fingers through his hair. “so here it is,” you pointed at the screen behind him. 

wonwoo had no idea what game could have finally caught your attention. even the adorable characters from animal crossing weren’t cute enough for you to spend more than five minutes on the game, but what he saw on his computer...

"what, uh," he gulped. "what is that?"

“dress to impress!” 

well, it certainly did not impress wonwoo. 

“it’s like a dressing up game,” you added, when your boyfriend didn’t say anything. “here.” 

you rolled him a bit away from the desk so you could take your designated place on his lap, and disconnected the headphones from the computer, which made everything so much worse. the music that was playing in the background had to be one of the worst sounds he had ever heard. 

“look,” you pointed at the timer at the top of the screen. “the game is starting.” 

he could feel how you were buzzing with excitement, clapping your hands in tiny, waiting for the time to run out. 

“okay, see? here’s the theme,” wonwoo nodded sceptically, but nonetheless tightened his grip on your waist. 

album cover. 

then the screen changed to what looked like a large walk-in closet the size of his and mingyu's apartment. a bunch of other characters were running around, and the god awful music was still playing, and you started to run around as well, and, “oh my god, what was going on?”. 

“who should i dress up as?” you bit your nail, clearly very focused. wonwoo took a peek at your furrowed brows, and small pout and for a second he drowned out the annoying sound coming from his computer, just to focus on your adorable expression.  

“i can do you!” you said, and turned around to quickly place a kiss on his cheek. “from the “face the sun” concept photos. technically it’s not an album cover, but… no one here is ever on theme anyway”.  

wonwoo could only watch as you slowly changed your outfit into something that was supposed to resemble one of his concept photos, only in a more cutified version, because as you said, "you're a babygirl". with the minutes ticking by, he couldn’t help but smile at you being so focused on putting the whole outfit together. 

"okay, it's done," you said, leaning back so you were resting against wonwoo's chest. "now it's show time."

one by one, the characters walked the carpet, presenting their… whatever their outfits were. 

“ugh, this fit sucks ass,” you groaned, and nuzzled your head into his shoulder. “wait til one of them hits the twenty eight pose,” you said, and by the tone of your voice wonwoo did not want to see that. 

“why are you giving everyone one star?” he asked, confused. “that one wasn’t that bad,” he pointed at the character that dressed up as ariana’s dangerous woman. 

“you never give anyone more than one star,” you stated as a matter of fact. “oh, look,” you squealed. “it’s me.” 

indeed it was you, and for what it was worth - your outfit looked the best in wonwoo’s opinion. but then again you were best in everything to him, so his opinion didn’t count. and then the screen turned black again. 

the winners are… 

“now we’ll see who placed on the podium,” you explained, and grabbed his hand that was still resting on your waist. 

wonwoo nodded and put his chin on your shoulder. “i’m sure you’re going to be first, honey.” 

“huh,” you huffed. “i wouldn’t be so sure about that.” 

and yeah, you were right. in the first place there was a character that wasn’t dressed up at all, in the second someone with the vip sign dressed as if they were going to the circus, and in the third there was a very creepy character of a man.

you clicked your tongue annoyed. “told you.” 

well, that was an experience wonwoo had never thought he’d have the, uh, pleasure to go through. 

“so,” you got up, and just when wonwoo was about to whine about the lack of your warmth, you straddled his lap. “what do you think?” you cupped his cheeks and smiled at him brightly. 

he wasn’t sure he was thinking at all, at this point. 

the annoying music? unbearable. the clearly not on theme outfits? hideous. the weird poses that freaked him out? he was sure he’d get nightmares from them. 

wonwoo must’ve been thinking too long about his answer so as not to hurt your feelings, because the smile slowly started to disappear from your face. "you think it's weird, right?" you asked and looked down.

"what? no, it's not that, it's-,".

"sweetie, i understand," you laughed quietly. "it's a game for kids, and a little cheesy at that but-,".

"no no," wonwoo quickly said and grabbed your face in his hands so he could lift your head. "i just didn't expect this. you always said you didn't like to game and i didn't know what to expect."

"yeah, but still-,".

"oh could you be quiet for a second?" he smiled when he saw the corners of your lips lift up. "i didn't mean to make you feel bad and i'm sorry if it did.” 

yeah, the game might not have been his style, and he would never have played it himself, but you liked it. and that was all he cared about. he had never seen you smile like that when he was gaming - your eyes were practically heart shaped when you were dressing up your character, and if this wasn't the most adorable thing ever he didn't know what it was. 

if it made you happy, then it made him happy too.

"you have no idea how glad you found a game you like," he ran his thumbs over your cheeks. "and you know what? if i played myself i'd definitely give your outfit five stars."

you giggled, and wrapped your hand around one of his wrists. "thank you, wonwoo."

"of course," he muttered and pecked your forhead. "now tell me, is there a way we could play it at the same time?"

"wonwoo, you don't have to-,"

"but i want to," he said.

for a moment you just looked at him with a raised brow, as if you were trying to figure out if he was really telling the truth. and he really was. wonwoo would survive any horrible outfit and that annoying music just to see you so excited and happy again.

"are you sure?"

he quickly nodded.

"okay, then let me get my computer."

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[writtenbymoonflower]

how about

and hear me out

room mate! marauders who are obsessed with their shy roomate

oh trust me, hunny, i am hearing you. hope this is okay! shy gn!reader x poly!marauders

cw: nothing really, just fluff, reader is very flustered

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Your eyes were blurry as you shuffled into the sunny kitchen. You weren’t used to waking up to the curtains open and breakfast on the stove. You’d lived with people before of course, but none as lively as this bunch. You weren’t complaining, though, you were quickly warming to them, even though you had probably spoken a total of 50 words to your new housemates in the three weeks you had lived with them. Most of these words likely consisting of sorry, excuse me, thank you. 

They had been talking though. Ever since the day you met they had been treating you like their best friend. Not even that. They were all best friends. (Though you considered that wasn’t all, on more than one occasion you had caught Sirius with his head in James’ lap, or Remus’ legs swung over one of the other boys. You had also observed a fair number of kisses between the three boys). But rather, they treated you like something precious, like a porcelain doll they were begging to get a hold of.

That thought made you immediately think of the nickname Sirius (or ‘Pads’ as the boys occasionally called him) had stuck you with. 

“Hey, dollface! You sleep well?” The coal-haired boy looked like he was itching to beckon you under his arm, but resisted. You were thankful, not knowing if you could survive that.

“It was good.” You hummed, barely legible to James over the sound of his bacon sizzling. You padded over to the breakfast table, sitting one chair away from Sirius and his huge bowl of cereal. No sooner had you sat down when a steaming cup of coffee was placed in front of you by a spindly hand. 

“Here you go, dovey.” Remus sat in the chair between you and Sirius. 

“Oi, Moons. You’re blocking my view.” You turned in your chair to look behind you at the ‘view’ he was referring to, brows scrunching in confusion when all you saw was the archway. You heard a light chuckle from Remus and a snicker from Sirius as you whipped back around. The possible meaning dawned on you, making you his your heated face in your mug.

“Don’t torture the poor thing.” James scolded, giving a (what you were sure he believed was comforting) squeeze to your shoulder before he sat on your other side.

“I never tortured anyone.” Remus corrected from behind his morning paper, slowly eating a cup of berry-yogurt. “Collective punishment is a war crime, Prongs” 

“Leavin’ me to the wolves huh, Moons?” Sirius sassed, sipping on his coffee that was mostly just cream and sugar. 

“Oh trust me, I’m sure we all know how much you’d love to be left to the wolf.” James smirked, clearly in on a joke that you had no idea about. He abandoned his teasing to turn to you, fixing a horribly kind look that made your tummy turn to mush. “There is some bacon and eggs on the stove for breakfast, but I’m sure Sirius would let you into his cereal.” 

“There’s also yogurt.” Remus looked pointedly to his near-empty cup. 

“Oh no, I’m okay. I could never take your food. I’m not hungry anyway.” You muttered into your mug. 

“You’ve gotta eat somethin’ babydoll. Can’t have you skipping meals.” Sirius had a playful, if not protective tilt to his tone. 

“I’ll find somethin’ don’t worry.” You scrubbed your bleary eyes with irritated cadence, still on the brink of sleep despite the warm caffeine swirling in your system. Thick fingers wrapped around your wrist to pull your offending hand away. 

“Gentle, sweetheart.” James scolded lightly. “Gonna hurt yourself like that.” He squeezed your hand before letting it go but it felt oddly like your face and your lungs were being squeezed as well. If this was the boys normal, you weren’t sure if you were going to survive. 

You mumbled a sorry looking at the mahogany table like it held the meaning of life, or the extra hour of sleep you desperately craved. 

“What’ve we told you? You say sorry too much, sweet thing. It’s like, your favorite word or something.” Sirius laughed, slurping down his cereal milk and licking his chops. You bit back another apology and rubbed your eyes again, though much more gentle this time. James cooed in sympathy. 

“You still sleepy?” He rubbed your back again, which made you both more heated and more drowsy. 

“Yeah.” You hummed, shamefaced as you played with the hem of your oversized t-shirt. You were thankful that you were still too shy to not wear long pants around them, because they would definitely be able to tell how tensed your legs were. Remus set his paper down.

“Do you have work today, love?” 

“No, ‘s my day off.” James grinned at that, but Sirius spoke up. 

“Happy coincidence! It’s ours too.” He grinned. “How about we all watch something? We can put something on in the lounge room and you can catch a bit of sleep on the settee?” He suggested. You shrunk at the thought of sleeping in front of them, but weren’t opposed to the idea.

“We’ll make sure to wake you up so you don’t sleep the day away.” James added, still rubbing your back. You were easily convinced. 

“Okay, that does sound nice.” Barely above a whisper. 

“We can all have a big lunch when you get up, too. Maybe we could go out?” Remus suggested as he led you gently to the living room. You tried to make your way to the armchair, but you were tugged to the couch. 

“That won’t be comfy, dollface. Here you go.” Sirius sat on the settee close to one arm, Remus by the other. Sirius pulled you between them while James sat on the floor and you whined in protest. 

“No, I’ll move. You sit here, James.”

Remus swore that was the loudest he had ever heard you speak. 

“No, I’m good right here. Thanks though, sweetness.” James reassured. He was sat in the middle, though rather close to Remus so the mousy boy could reach out with one hand and scratch James’ scalp, roving his long fingers through the thick curls. You were so distracted that you were startled when Sirius tugged on you again, maneuvering your head onto a pillow that laid on his lap. You tensed before relaxing into his warmth. You tucked your legs into yourself as Remus covered you with a blanket before going back to loving on James. 

“There you go, baby. That feel nice?” Sirius said, unfamiliarly soft as he stroked your hair, hand a welcome warmth on your scalp. 

Baby. Baby. Baby.

It would surprise you if you woke up from this nap. Your heart had nearly stopped on the spot.

[ssahotchnerr]

girl!dad aaron reading to his daughter over the phone while on a case! 🥹 just like that one episode of jj and henry 😭🥰

nightmares

i will sob. 🥺 i'm also setting this in ellie's bad dreams era :( cw; fem!reader, girl dad!aaron, slight angst, fluff <3

"It looks like this is his comfort zone." Using a red marker, Spencer circled an area on the map. "If we pinpoint-"

As he was continuing his thought, Aaron's phone rang. He fully expected to see Penelope's name, anticipating her call as she was working her magic to narrow down a pool of potential unsubs. However, his eyebrows furrowed in worry as he saw it was from you instead.

"Excuse me." He spoke lowly yet urgently, keeping his eyes on his screen and hurrying away with no hesitation, missing the team's concerned glances.

"Hey," he answered, closing the door to the empty conference room behind him. There was knowing feeling deep in his chest - and a grim one at that. "Everything alright?"

"Kinda... no." You switched up quickly with a sigh, slight distress in your voice. "I'm sorry, I know you're busy. But can you spare a minute or two?"

"Another nightmare?" Aaron's eyes shot to the clock perched on the wall. While it was somewhat early for him, it was getting late back home, timezones to thank. And doing the math quickly, bedtime for the kids had been about two hours ago. So sadly this - right on schedule.

You hummed in confirmation, beginning with the positive first. "She fell asleep in her bed tonight, actually. Went down easy, not much protest. But then woke up crying, and was nearly inconsolable for a while. She's with me now." Your eyes shifted down to your frightened daughter besides you, who was inching closer and closer to seemingly making herself smaller. "And keeps asking for you."

Aaron glanced out; the team was still preoccupied, discussing the geographical profile amongst themselves, and could definitely manage without him for a while longer. "Yeah, I have some time."

There was a quick rustle as you set your phone down, placing it on speaker. Your voice was farther now, not by much, but it felt treacherously distant, as if more miles had been added. "It's Daddy, honey."

"Hey Ellie Bellie." Aaron's tone quieted, his face softening as he spoke. "What's the matter?"

A light sniffle came from the other end. "I had a scary dream."

"A scary dream, huh?" He repeated, an achy pang producing in his chest. Ellie's nightmares have been occurring for a while now, and indubitably becoming a problem. You both expected the dreams to run their course, eventually pass, and things would return to normal. But as time moved forward, it was becoming clear it was well beyond that as they worsened. "It's okay, you're safe with Mom now, right?"

Ellie nodded, unknowingly to him. Her small voice cracked, laced with tears. "I want you."

"I know, and I'll be home when work lets me, I promise. You can even use my pillow tonight too, if you want." He bit down onto his lip as Ellie mumbled a small 'okay' in response. Hard. "Or how about a story? Would that help you feel better?"

Her head rose up and down again, prompting you to speak up as Aaron was met with only her silence.

"We have a few right here." You reached across her, grabbing the few storybooks that frequented Aaron's nightstand and settling back against your own pillow.

"Your pick sweetheart." Aaron pulled a chair from the table, sitting down and making himself comfortable momentarily.

"Goodnight Moon?"

Goodnight Moon, also one of Jack's favorites when he was younger. Between him and Ellie, Aaron's read it so many times, he had the entirety of the book memorized. In addition, Ellie's other, more lengthy favorites - he had gone through and cleverly taken a picture of each page, all stored safely in his camera roll for instances such as tonight. No matter where he happened to be, he could read the text, while also drawing attention to and discussing the images with her.

"Sure. Get all comfy and cozy up to Mom, yeah?"

Ellie nestled herself more into your side, her head resting on your arm as she death-gripped onto her plush bunny. You adjusted the duvet to adequately cover the two of you, scooting down and propping the book up for the two of you to see.

"We're ready when you are." You told Aaron, brushing a few stray strands of hair away from Ellie's face.

As your brief sentence concluded, a harsh pinch formed behind Aaron's eyes, the guilt creeping in as he pictured the two of you laid together, where he also should've been. His little girl was beside herself in fear, wanted him, and yet here he was. Far away on the other side of the country. He felt as if he were failing her; letting her down.

Aaron swallowed to even out his voice, to sound as cheery as he possibly could, and to refrain any agony from being heard. He took a deep, yet small guttural breath.

"In the great green room..."

[princessbrunette]

so i know i always say that rafe is strictly a girl dad. well, he is. but sometimes i like to humour myself with the universe where he’s the father to the sweetest little boy ever.

the universe would be ironic like that. rafe foolishly knocked you up when he was 22 — the boy still having alot to learn. he was still walking around with that pistol tucked into his waistband, fighting pogues, mouthing off and going on coke rants. you had been terrified, wondering what kind of a father rafe was going to be — even when he promised time and time again, “i’m — i’m getting my shit together alright? i can, hey — we can do this? okay?” with sweat gathered at his hairline and tears in his eyes. thus, when the universe decided to play the hilarious prank which was having the doctor tell you ‘its a boy!’, your first thought was ‘shit.’

because he was bound to be just like rafe, right?

you had seemingly prophetic visions, a spoiled little brat — just like his father was, thundering around in a brightly coloured ralph lauren polo from the baby range, demanding the teet when he saw fit. a girl would have been fine — you’d seen wheezie grow up around rafe and turn out totally fine (aside from the likely trauma.) but a boy? what did rafe cameron know about raising a boy? was your son next up to become a drug slinging, pogue hating, maniac? (with no offence to rafe of course, you were unfortunately very much in love with him but contrary to popular belief that did not disrupt your common sense.)

rafe was over the moon about you being pregnant with a boy too, which did little to comfort you.

the anxiety subsided the second that baby was out of you, his sticky, slimy little body placed onto your chest with rafe crowding your space — his bravado dropped for a second to reveal a childlike awe. his own baby. you could tell it was only now that things became very real for rafe. his eyes well up, covering his shaky grin with an even shakier hand, saying stuff like “shit, oh uh nah i probably shouldn’t cuss infront of the baby anymore right? yeah… my god, you did it baby. brought me my boy. should be so god damn proud.” he croons as his hands dig affectionately into your sore shoulders, smearing a kiss to your sweaty temple. “ahh, aha — what the hell kinda man am i cryin’ at this huh? shit.” he sniffles as he wipes his eyes but you’re not listening. you’re staring at your perfect boy.

he grows into something perfectly reminiscent of both you and rafe’s features, all whilst smushed into the cutest baby you’ve ever seen. you were aware every parent said that about their child, but no — you were certain. he was pampers commercial level cute. ‘top ten cutest babies’ buzzfeed article level cute. sarah would often hold him to her chest and something would be healed as she’d whisper “i can’t believe you came from my brother.” into his wispy hair. he was a true blessing.

with big doe eyes that took up half his face and an appearance that somehow replicated a baby lamb that had been turned into a human on the basis of a magical spell — you had long forgotten about your worries regarding having a boy.

a few years down the line and not much has changed. your baby boy is three years old, chubby fists clutching his empty plastic lightening mcqueen plate as he toddles out onto the porch where rafe sits spread out opposite barry, sipping on a can of beer in the early evening. your son is distracted by a decorative plant, and the two men pay him no mind as they continue talk.

“but — but that’s the thing, right, barry? i dont do that shit anymore and… and i sure as hell am not looking to start again.”

“man i get that rafe you a father now, all serious and shit but think about the money. you thinkin’ with your husband head and not with your cameron head. your daddy was a piece of shit but he had that business mindset that you gotta adopt, bro.”

rafe’s expression flattens, finishing his can before leaning forward onto his elbows. “well uh, newsflash — i don’t wanna be anything like my dad. now if we’re done here…” rafes attention is caught by the mini him waddling into view, holding his plate infront of him.

“more please?” comes the sweetest voice in the world, blinking up at the man he viewed as his entire universe, much like you at times.

“finished your icecream already huh? where’s your mom?” he cranes round, but doesn’t bother searching much further when he hears the padding of your footsteps.

“aye buddy, you know we was just talkin’ about you.” barry leans forward with a smarmy grin and your son gets shy, lifting his shoulders practically to his ears and looking down, glueing himself to rafes leg.

“conversations done, actually.” rafe reminds him, lifting the boy to sit on his hip as he hoists himself to stand. as he does so, you appear in the doorway to the patio— sundress clad belly swollen with another baby.

“rafe could you bring him in? it’s too hot out there for him without his hat.” you furrow your eyebrows, deciding to ignore barry’s presence all together, which of course doesn’t stop him from conversing.

“shit, i ain’t seen you in a while mama. he got you again? you two stay busy, huh?” rafes oldest ‘friend’ chuckles, gold tooth glinting in the sun light, and like your only child — you shy away, sending rafe a parting glance that said ‘just hurry up and rid of him.’

rafe adjusts the baby boy on his hip, now staring down at barry.

“talk to my girl again n’i’ll bring out the old me alright, you don’t want that. go do somethin’ barry, i don’t care what it is just get off my goddamn property yeah?” rafe drawls tiredly, crushing the can in his hand and dropping it carelessly into the wastebin beside barry before heading inside, your son turning to stare sweetly at the dark haired man over his dads shoulder, offering a sticky, wide fingered salute in parting.

atleast rafe was still his usual charming self, son or not.

[loverafey]

first  !   bf!rafe x reader. part one. part two.

          ꕀ warnings - smut, rafe's a sweetheart and bad at feelings, reader's ovulating, lots of kissing, soft!rafe, cunnilingus, protected p in v, so fluffy. wc - 3.8k. (oops)

dedicated for anon and the two other people who wanted a second part.

a month. okay, well, more precisely around twenty-five days but still.

you still vividly remembered what it felt like having rafe’s lips pressed against yours, the way he was just so gentle with you, kissing you until you were breathless. your first kiss — with your fucking best friend? you spent the whole way just squealing in your bed, kicking your legs happily, head buried in the pillow. you couldn’t believe that it actually happened. felt too good to be true.

but now you are growing a bit impatient. what did he mean by saying that he’d take your first time too, but someday later? it’d been almost a month. and you couldn’t get him out of your mind, not when you saw him every other day, hanging out and internally eager for him to say something.

it didn’t help that you were ovulating this week.

you had tried it, tried fingering yourself the way he’d done, curling them inside and tried to touch your sweet spot but all your efforts went in vain. it was as if he’d ruined you, even for yourself, nothing else even close to satisfactory. the stretch of his fingers was just not replaceable. and you hated the fact that it was permanently ingrained onto your mind, forcing you to remember that day over and over again.

it was so unfair, couldn’t he see that you were vibrating with need for him? another part of you wondered if you’d been too much that day, if he’d already grown tired of you. fuck, had you ruined their friendship? unwanted thoughts blared loudly in your head, causing you to whine and bury your face into your pillow, this time not out of gushing over him. you wanted to call him, whine at him to come over and finish what he has started but you couldn’t, too nervous.

just another night of you sleeping on this.

rafe had invited you over this morning, ready with some movies and snacks, a day dedicated just to spend time with you because he’d been awfully busy the whole week with paperwork. of course you were over the moon, blasting songs in your bedroom as you proceeded to get ready, grinning at your reflection, all set and ready to meet your best friend, last night’s frustrations long forgotten.

upon arriving at tannyhill, you were quickly swooped up in his arms, a surprise squeal leaving you as he hugged you so tight, causing you to almost lose your balance. “rafey!” you huffed, still hugging him back, a smile blooming on your lips.

“fuck- sorry, just missed you so much.” he pulled away reluctantly, a sheepish grin resting on his lips. he looked tired, his smile not overshadowing the subtle dark circles under his eyes. you decided not to stress over the matter, at least for now.

“i missed you too.” following his lead, you entered the familiar space of his house, a surprised smile quirking up on your lips once you entered the living room and saw two bowls of popcorn placed on the coffee table, a blanket draped over the couch, the television on.

“you really set everything up, huh?” he chuckled softly at your question, shrugging his shoulders. no use at being nonchalant, really, you already knew that he cared for you, even if it made his ears flare up all red and hands clammy.

“i suppose so.”

you sat down, feeling the couch sink once he joined you, hands gently draping the thin blanket over your lap, soon handing you your bowl of popcorn. “thank you.” you replied, eyes averting from him. maybe you still were thinking about your first kiss with him somewhere deep in your mind, causing any act of his to make your heart skip a beat. he fucking draped a blanket over you. you just wanted to kiss him again, gripping the bowl a little bit too tight.

“it’s one of my favourite movies, a classic. i think you’ll like it.” he spoke, grabbing the remote to resume the movie, turning off the lamp nearby.

you sunk into the crouch, pouting a bit to yourself as you grabbed a handful of popcorn and absent-mindedly munched onto them for a bit too long, continuously distracted by him, your eyes trailing over to him every now and then, studying the way the light emitted from the television highlighted his features. his elbow was resting against the arm rest, fingers tapping against the side of his head. he always did that when he was concentrating, something lips puckered out a bit, brows drawn together.

you tried to steady your breathing by exhaling softly, trying to focus back onto the movie and ignore the warmth blooming in between your legs. good lord. this shirt looked so good on him. you hated it. your heart beat was as loud as ever in your ears, and in a moment of boldness, you put the bowl of popcorns aside which was half empty now, sneakily scooting over to him, your leg brushing against his under the shared blanket.

“rafey…” you whispered, hands gently holding onto his arm, tugging it. his eyes stayed focused on the screen, grunting softly, urging you to continue. an involuntary pout appeared on your lips at the lack of attention from him, your hands tightened around his arm as you tugged it again. “can you hold me?”

you felt too clingy, skin ablaze with the need to just be touched by him. fuck ovulation, man. you feared that you’d be pouncing onto him any second and then be humiliated for the rest of your life. but it was so hard to control the way your body practically buzzed when he finally glanced at you, lazy with his movements, arms wrapping around you to gently pull you against his chest.

“don’t wanna watch the movie?” he whispered, noting the way your face buried into his neck, both hands now holding onto his shoulders. you nodded, a muffled giggle leaving your lips.

“we can watch it someday else…” rafe didn’t seem to mind it, his fingers beginning to stroke through your hair, his other hand rubbing circles on your lower back. he knew what you wanted, he wasn’t oblivious to the way you’d been glancing at him way more than normal, how you’d get flustered so easily.

at first, making you wait until you were all eager was fun. it amused him whenever he’d see you staring at his lips, technically reading your thoughts and all. but soon came a point where he’d become scared. was he really deserving of being your first time? the same rafe who was too used to holding a gun, too used to snorting lines of coke up his nose? it’s been long since the latter happened, his plans on getting clean had been smooth for a while now but the past still lingered like a nightmare intent on mocking him over and over, reminding him of who he really was.

and look at him, taking his sweet best friend’s first fucking kiss. in his mind, some guy better, someone more gentle deserved to take you out and then kiss you under the stars. but that’s where the problem was, he wouldn’t let any other guy think of doing that. he knew it was wrong, being possessive like this. but fuck it.

“what are you thinking about?” your words snapped him out of his daze, having noted how he suddenly went quiet, unfocused on the movie.

he stayed silent for a while, mindlessly playing with your hair, soon looking over at the way your head was resting against his shoulder now, peeking up at him curiously. “just you.”

“me?”

“yes.”

you felt embarrassed at the way blood rushed onto your cheeks so quickly, your lips parting in awe, fingers unconsciously clenching onto the sleeves of his shirt a little bit too tight. “what about me?”

he scoffed at that, but it wasn’t one of his usual mean scoffs, no. it was light-hearted, a bit reluctant to really open up about his thoughts. he didn’t know what to say, or exactly how to say he wanted to kiss you over and over again. “fuck- you know what it is.” he groaned, his hands leaving your hair once you pulled your head back a bit to look at him, brows drawn together.

“no, enlighten me.” you insisted, eyes fixated on his lips, catching his tongue that nervously licked his bottom lip.

“kept you waitin’ too long, didn’t i?” he croaked out, his voice hoarse as his hands soon cupped your face, feeling how warm your cheeks were, his thumbs rubbing soft circles on them. “didn’t know what to do, baby… got too scared at the thought of me being your first time. i’m not a good guy, y’know.”

you were about to open your mouth to protest but he beat you to it, causing you to close your mouth. “i’ve been thinking of you ever since that day, thought about kissing those soft lips again and again, thought about that pretty cunt taking my fingers so well — fuck, thought about everything.” he rambled on, causing your breath to hitch at how freely he spoke. “i’m sorry, okay? just got scared.”

“but rafey,” you chewed on your bottom lip, carefully contemplating your next words “i don’t think you’re a bad person… i chose you to be my first kiss. and now i want you to be my first time too.” you tried to explain, nuzzling your cheek against his palm, smiling happily at the way his own lips seemed to quirk up.

“you really wan’t me, don’t you? your tastes need some fixing.” he laughed in disbelief, leaning closer to brush his lips against your jaw, inhaling your scent, you always smelled so good.

“maybe. i think my tastes are perfectly fine.” your fingers clenched and unclended repeatedly at the sleeves of his shirt, a soft giggle leaving you at the ticklish feeling of his lips against your jaw. feeling both of his hands move down to your hips, you gently rolled over to properly sit on his lap, instantly feeling his mouth pressing against yours.

it was just like last time, tender, taking his time with you. your head tilted so he could kiss you better, his lips moving against yours cautiously, as if he was scared he’d ruin you with the ugliness ensuing within him, as if his obsession with you would scare you. though you still kissed back, in fact firmer, and he couldn’t help but muffle out an amused huff amidst the kiss at how impatient you were being. one hand reached up to hold the back of your head as his tongue slowly moved past your lips, feeling the way you melted into the kiss, sucking onto his bottom lip. simply unwilling to let go.

rafe was the first to pull away, knowing that you needed to breathe. hell, his own need to kiss you again was larger than ever but he knew that he needed to have some sort of control over this, not wanting you to accidentally hurt yourself by going too fast.

“slow down now.” he mumbled as he begin to kiss along your jaw, listening to your soft pants, hands roaming over your torso, teasingly fondling your breasts through your chest. you inhaled sharply, just so needy and desperate, trembling on his lap as you eagerly grabbed onto his shirt, trying to pull on it.

“fucking- didn’t know you were so pent up.” he breathed against your neck, moving up to capture your lips with his again so you’d get distracted. he considered for half a second that he’d just bend you here and take you all nice and rough — but you didn’t deserve that. his sweet girl, always there for him, you deserved the best.

“come on.” he urged after pulling away, gently leading you off the lap, holding you in his arms. “don’t wanna do it here. the couch’s going to make you all sore.” he grinned cheekily, earning a playful swat on his chest.

you always loved rafe’s bed, it smelled nice and was mostly neat. mostly. there were times when everything would be askew and messy, though he had the decency to be tidy. you appreciated that, it meant laying on his sheets and inhaling the fresh scent from his bed, mixed with something that was so uniquely him. it made your heart flutter with joy, but it wasn’t comparable to the feeling you were experiencing right now with him hovering on top of your laying body, pressing soft kisses across your collar, hands teasing your shirt up.

“rafe, stop teasing me…” your legs kicked a bit in the air, hands clenched into fists by your sides, eagerly watching every move of his.

“i’m not going to fuck you before preparing you properly, princess.” he snapped firmly, causing you to press your lips in a thin line, torn between being startled, angry and so fucking turned on at the way he just glared at you. fuck. you were so far gone, every touch of his making your skin tingle as he unclasped your bra after removing your shirt, pressing kisses along your stomach. purely on impulse, he bit onto the softness, earning a squeak from you.

“hey!”

“sorry.” he laughed light-heartedly, the noise enough to make your head go all fuzzy again as he pressed soft kisses over and over on the area he big you, slowly moving down to rest in between your legs, head nuzzling against your inner thigh.

“can i?” he asked coyly, fingers teasing along the waistband of your pants. you grumbled, nodding frantically.

“words, baby.”

“ugh, yes!”

after undoing your pants and taking them down, he stared in awe at your dampened panties, his breathing growing heavier. “fuck, all this f’me?” he groaned, beginning to press kisses on your clothed mound, licking up a stripe, feeling the quiver of your thighs from where his hands were holding them. he just loved kissing you, peppering his affection all over your skin, painting you with it. he was never good with words, always unintentionally letting his raging feelings get the better of him, so this was one way he could fully express himself.

“yes…” a pleased noise left you at each little kiss his lips pressed against your panties, thumb beginning to rub little circles over your clit through the fabric, as if trying to smear your wetness everywhere. soon he slid your panties down — fucking finally — moving them aside, his breath now fanning your pussy, parting the slick folds open.

“so pretty. prettiest fucking pussy, trust me.” he groaned, his hips threatening to hump against the sheets but he controlled himself, for not, instead focusing your pussy, licking up and down your already wet slit. “you taste so good.” he mumbled half incoherently, his thumb resuming to rub circles on your clit as he shoved his tongue into your pussy.

you gasped at the sweet intrusion, feeling his tongue curl up inside, as if looking to taste every inch of you. your fingernails scratched onto his scalp a little too hard as a whimper tore out of you, though he didn’t seem to mind it, continue to fuck his tongue into you, his thumb not ceasing paying attention to your puffy clit. he could feel you pulsating around him, your walls clenching around his tongue, a shudder coarsing through your body when you felt his tongue bump against your sweet spot with ease. just how did he still remember where it was?

“r-rafe!” you stuttered out, eyes rolling back when you felt his nose bump against your clit. shit. that was enough to push you over the edge, though you somewhat had been over the edge for the entire past month, longing for him.

the surprise within him was undeniable when he felt your walls convulse once you fell apart over his tongue, tasting you pleasantly, his thumb gently coaxing you through your orgasm as it rubbed your twitching clit slowly. a part of him wanting to keep eating you out but he didn’t want to overstimulate you. maybe next time.

“look at you.” he breathed out after pulling away from your cunt, your eyes widening at your wetness present around his mouth and chin.

“sorry for cumming so quick…” you blubbered out in embarrassment, eyes feeling moist and face unbearably hot. his eyes softened up and he quickly moved upwards, cupping your face in his hands, shushing you.

“ssh, enough of that.” he whispered, fingers neatly tucked behind your ears, making you face him. “no more apologising, baby. that was hot.”

“if you say so…” you sniffled, your nose a bit runny, still teary from your orgasm. “after that day, i tried fingering myself but it was just… just so useless.” you swallowed timidly, avoiding his eyes, your chest rising and falling.

“yeah?” he feigned innocence. this bastard, as if he already didn’t know that he’d ruined you that day. “want me to make you feel even better?” he whispered, kissing your cheeks gently, hands beginning to take off his shirt, his ego boosting up once he heard your breath hitch, not even bothering to hide it. your hands joined his as he begin to undo his pants, your fingers clumsuly yet desperately tugging them down, going still when your fingers brushed against the waistband of his boxers. bewildered, you realised something; he was hard.

rafe’s eyes stayed fixated on you, suddenly feeling sheepish though he was good at hiding it. it wasn’t as if he hadn’t fucked someone else before, but fucking his virgin best friend was different, the same person he’d be staring at whenever you’d not be noticing. the same person who held the largest portion of his heart.

“you really want this, yeah?” he asked again, voice hoarse.

“of course…” you answered, breathing heavily in excitement once he took off his boxers, his cock springing free, all flushed with the tip glistening with his precum. amidst the many thoughts, you recalled that he didn’t let you touch him last time, and he’d gone home with an annoying boner. no, you weren’t going to let that happen, drooling and eager to wrap your mouth around his-

your thoughts were cut short when he moved over to the nightstand, pulling out a packet. condoms, yeah. looks like you couldn’t suck him off today, and perhaps going in raw was asking for too much. and he could see it clearly, the way you were not so subtly glaring at the packet of condoms. he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself, ripping the packet open, rolling the condom over his hardened cock before moving back over to you.

“tell me if it’s too much, baby. promise me that, okay?” his hand patted against your face to get your attention, earning a nod from you, lips quivering.

“kiss me, rafey…”

and just like that, his mouth was over yours again, pouring all his emotions into that one kiss, nibbling your bottom lip, as if devouring you whole. you loved it, hips bucking to feel his cock rub against your clit, hands holding onto his shoulders. you kissed him back just as firmly, not overly firm, just the best pressure.

your legs were spread apart, your eyes flickering over to meet his once he pulled away, looking down in between your body as he slowly begin to push his cock inside your pussy, grunting at how tight you were, your walls swallowing him in with each push of his. he was big, stretching you out in a way neither his fingers nor tongue prepared you for. your eyes squeezed shut and a loud moan left your mouty as he slowly started thrusting in and out, going at a gentle pace even if his whole body was begging to shove his cock all the way in.

“fuck, you’re so tight, baby.” a shee of sweat covered his forehead, his lips parted as he stared down at you, gently pushing the stray hair strands away from your face, admiring you. “just keep… just keep looking at me like that.”

and you obliged, of course you did, staring up at him with a bleary vision as his cock stayed firm and steady inside you, feeling his hand reaching down to rub over your pulsating clit, causing your body to shiver in pleasure.

you attempted to mumble out something, how good it all felt, but you attempt dissolved into soft little whines as he begin fucking against your sweet spot, your legs quickly wrapping around his waist. he could’ve almost came right there and then from that act of yours, the condom restricting you a bit from feeling the way his cock was twitching inside your pussy, pleasantly engulfed by your warmth.

he was panting as well now, cheeks flushed pink in a rather endearing manner as he continued to rub your clit, coaxing you towards yet another orgasm.

“rafe, m’gonna-” you didn’t get a chance to finish your words, your orgasm washing over you hard as your whole bodt trembled in pure bliss, cumming all over his cock. he was breathless, in awe of how adorable you looked, a loud groan leaving him as he continued to fuck your pussy.

“me too baby, me too…” he shakily spoke, his hips stuttering. it didn’t take long for him to reach his peak, thick cum coming out of his cock and filling the condom up. if you weren’t so fucked out already, you would’ve whined about not feeling him fill you up, stuff you full.

you were both catching your breaths, your fingernails digging a bit too hard into his shoulders, just so utterly exhausted. though most of all, happy. you gave your first everything to your best friend, and it made your stomach flutter in the nicest way possible.

“thank you, rafey…” you whimpered out as he slowly pulled out of you and got rid of the used condom, getting back to lay down beside you, arms pulling you close to him.

“anything for my baby.” his kissed the top of your head, causing your eyes to flutter shut, a yawn leaving you. though a question kept bugging your head, and due to still being full of adrenaline, you went with your impulse and asked.

“rafe, what are we now...?” you asked hesitantly, looking up over at him to study his reaction.

rafe paused for a few seconds, his hold tightening around your body. “we can be whatever you want.”

that was enough to make you giggle, hiding your face into your neck, letting sleep overtake you.

[cow-smells]

Worth your While | Opla! Sanji x reader

Request: I've read that you are in the need for some Sanji request or ideas so here's one for a fic :D

The crew gets into a fight ( it can be the Navy or anither pirate crew) and the reader gets badly hit and Sanji just loses his shit seeing the person that he cared for the most getting knocked out?? I just genuinely wanna see Sanji just go ape shit on people because of it XD and maybe hiw the others in the clue will react to seeing Sanji like that? @smolracoon25

Summary: You and Sanji have been playing the flirting game for way too long. When you get injured, Sanji shows a side of himself you had yet to see.

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: none

A/n: I'm going purely off the live-action so pls have that in mind, also I'm just getting back in to the rhythm of writing after such a long time so sorry if this is poop/ooc/both, love ya :)

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“Don't you ever take a break?”

Zoro's voice coming from behind startled you, forcing you to break your longing gaze at Sanji who was fishing at the bow of the ship. “Huh?” came your wise response.

Zoro looked from you to Sanji. “You've been making moon eyes at him for months now. Don't you get tired? Or are you waiting for him to take his shift staring at you so that you can clock off?”

You felt heat rising to your cheeks. This was far from the first time crew members commented about you and Sanji's – whatever was going on between you two – but this was the first time Zoro called you out so blatantly.

When you didn't respond, Zoro went on. “I just came to tell you we should be docking soon. I'll leave you the pleasure of telling the cook.” with that, he left.

You closed the book on your lap. You really did have the intention of reading when you first head out to the deck, having some time to kill, but then... you noticed Sanji. At first you thought you'd go sit with him for a while, flirt and banter a little as you always do, but you found yourself absorbed in taking him in instead. He was different when he was alone. The way he looked so focused, so deep in thought when it was just him and the sea. Maybe even a little sad. So different from his usual sunny exterior that he put on when he was with people. Falling in to deep thoughts wondering what he might be thinking about – maybe about you? - you sat and stared, not reading as much as a word.

The book discarded, you felt a spring in your step as you made your way to the ship's chef.

The creaking floorboards alerted your arrival. Sanji turned to see who was creeping up on him, and when he saw you, he set his fishing rod aside as a wide smile grew on his lips, his dimples deepening and making your heart miss a beat. “There's my favourite girl. Come here, let me hear all about your day.” Sanji held his arms open, beckoning you to come sit on his lap.

The flirting was nothing new. When you first joined the Strawhats, Sanji was as flirty to you as he was to any other woman; he did not expect to meet his match in you. You were quick to play along, always one-upping him, dancing along the line that separated playfulness and seriousness, never quite picking a side.

The problem was, in reality, you had chosen a side long ago.

You would flirt and giggle and make him blush but never actually act upon anything. Neither would Sanji. He, however, took your playing along as though it was a battle to be won. Sanji would flirt, you'd reply with something raunchy, he would surprise you with something heartfelt. It was as though he knew exactly where to hit in order to get you a little closer to buckling, every time. As time went on he had become so devoted to your back and forth that you noticed he had gradually abandoned all other efforts flirting with other women, to focus entirely on you.

You had to remind yourself that this was a game to him. An instinct, almost. It hurt to think of your relationship that way, but you had to keep that thought at the forefront of your mind if you didn't want to fall even harder for him.

So you would continue to play along, even if that's all that you could have with him.

You chose not to indulge him completely – that was too dangerous for you – and so you opted to bend a knee over the armrest of his chair. Close, but no contact. “Come on, Sanji,” you bent your head in what felt like a bashful manner and said, “you know I spent all day thinking of you.”

You weren't sure if he was blushing or if that was just your wishful thinking. Composing himself, Sanji wrapped an arm around you to hold your waist, lightly tracing circles on your hip. “I beg of you, darling – next time, come find me instead of just thinking of me. I'll make it worth your while.”

You wanted to ask, how will you make it worth my while? Just to hear Sanji go in to detail of what you've been fantasizing about for months. But instead, you opted for a tamer response. “I came to tell you we're docking soon. Maybe I'll find you then and you could make it worth my while with a drink.”

Without missing a beat, Sanji took hold of your hand, bringing it to his lips. “There's nothing I'd enjoy more.” With that, he kissed your hand, his eyes never leaving yours.

Docking started out normal. Everyone knew what their usual chores were when you reached a town, restocking and fixing so that the ship would be in top condition for its next leg of the journey in your search for the One Piece. So while Sanji went in to town to restock on groceries (you didn't pay much attention to the others), you, Nami and Usopp stayed around the ship to fix up some of the damage it took when you last encountered a rival pirate ship. That also happened to be the reason it was just you three when the same rival pirates noticed your ship docked, ready to take their revenge.

The three of you had your individual talents, but you just weren't enough to hold up against an entire rival crew. They had attacked so suddenly and so fiercely – it didn't take long before you were on the sand, fighting to stay conscious. You lost that fight as you watched Usopp try his best to fight off three attackers at once.

You really thought that would be the end for you. You should have known better; it was Sanji's voice you heard as you regained consciousness, motivating you to open your eyes despite the pain that flooded your body.

The beach area all around you was covered with pirates who were taken down, just like you – only that they were your enemies. You first noticed Nami's orange hair – she seemed to be taking care of a bleeding Usopp, his condition worse than yours. Following Sanji's voice, you found him holding the last one of the rival crew by his shirt, throwing punches like you've never seen him before. It took you aback – thinking about it, you had never seen Sanji use his hands in combat. Too precious – need them for cooking, he'd once told you before adding, the only thing more precious to me is you. It had made you blush at the time before you had laughed him off. Now, you were questioning if it was a joke at all.

The man Sanji was holding wasn't putting up a fight – he was far too battered for that, but Sanji didn't stop. He was too far away for you to understand what he was saying to the guy, but focusing hard, you could just about make out half sentences – "to hit a woman" – "don't deserve to breath" – "finish you" – you searched for the strength to get up and stop him. You had never seen Sanji – your happy, cheerful Sanji – so angry, feral even. It scared you a little; but mostly, you knew Sanji would regret it if he were to kill a man who no longer posed a threat. So you grasped at the sand, forcing your aching bones to pick yourself up. But as you were regaining your balance, Sanji finally threw the man to the sand, a look of disgust painting his handsome features. "Finally made a date with her and you ruined it... You hurt her. You're lucky I don't kill you." The man groaned in pain.

In a sharp change, his features went from anger to concern as he finally left the man and turned to where he last saw you laying. His eyes were full of honest pain, until he saw you on your feet – then they read of hope. "Y/n!" Sanji called, rushing to you as he could see your struggle to stand upright. "You- I-" he scanned your body as he reached you, taking in all visible injuries. "Are you – are you okay? Can I help you?" he reached an arm around your waist, waiting for your approval before he held on to help you stay up, so afraid he might hurt you.

"Thanks." his arm around you really helped you to stay up. It was a practical measure, sure, any one of your crew mates would do the same – but when you look up and meet Sanji's eyes, you know that the tense feeling between you two wouldn't have been replicated with anyone else. "I mean it. You saved us. We'd... I'd be lost without you." at that, Sanji smiled that deep-dimpled smile of his at you, the playfulness not reaching his still-concerned eyes.

"Y/n," he started. "are you really flirting with me, at a time like this?"

It was strange how despite all your injuries, you felt less and less of the pain the longer you leaned in to Sanji, close enough to smell his fragrance. A half-smile reached your lips. You couldn't play this game any longer. "Did you really beat that guy up that bad because he ruined what should have been our... date?"

Sanji tensed, obviously not ready to have this conversation now. His gaze dropped momentarily before he wrapped his other arm around your waist, holding you tightly to him. "I had a hundred reasons to kill him," Sanji said, and you felt disappointment bubbling through you until he continued, "but the most pressing reason is that he ruined our date."

Sanji took the opportunity to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear and you couldn't help but smile so big you were embarrassed by it. "I really wanted that drink with you, away from the ship and everyone else. Just us."

You recomposed yourself. You needed clarity. "I'm not playing anymore, Sanji."

Sanji chuckled. "Fancy that. I was never playing at all."

You must have forgotten how to breath at all when he leaned down, his hand finding a rest on your neck as his thumb caressed your cheek. Nearly a whisper, he asked – "Can I kiss you?"

You leaning in served as the consent he searched for. After months of pining over each other, wondering what it would be like – his lips met yours, in a mixture of softness and passion like you'd never felt before. Forgetting you were injured at all you sneaked your arms around his neck, pulling him in, almost afraid of letting this anticipated moment of passion go. Sanji was more than happy to pull closer, a hand on your lower back holding you impossibly close to him.

The moment did, however, find its end as you heard your Captain whoop and holler from afar. "Yeah! Way to go, Sanji! About damn time!"

Breaking the kiss, Sanji nodded at Luffy, his smile lines prominent as he looked the proudest you'd ever seen him.

The crew was more than happy to make a quick exit that night, preferring to not stay around until the rival crew regained their strength. You were helping Nami untie the ropes anchoring the ship to the dock when she said, "I really thought he was going to kill him earlier." you didn't know how to respond. "I've never seen Sanji like that." Nami managed to untie a knot, and Zoro began pulling the rope up on to the ship. "He's really got it bad for you."

Despite that questionable context, you couldn't help but smile. In a burst of honesty you confessed; "I hope so, because I've got it real bad for him, too."

On cue, the ship's chef leaned over the ships railing, looking down to you. "Y/n, my love!" he called, as though the rest of the crew wasn't surrounding the both of you. "I hope you're finished down there, because I've got a candlelit dinner waiting for you up here. And drinks. You know, to make it worth your while," he finished with a wink.

From behind Sanji you could hear Luffy ask, "What about our dinner? Just because you're lovers now doesn't mean we don't need to eat..."

Sanji sighed and turned away from you, probably to go protect your dinner before Luffy demolished it.

"Right then, let's go," Nami said as you finished untying the last rope. "While there's still food to eat."

And for the first time, you boarded your ship not to find the One Piece or the All Blue – you were just happy to be there, with the man you loved.

[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ GIRL, SO CONFUSING kim chaewon x reader

❀ ͘ ⴰ previous chapters | richgirl ⭢ that girl (she’s delicious) ⭢ idon’t smoke ⭢ pretty when you cry ⭢ homesick ⭢ super rich kids

↳ warnings richgirl!yn, angst (yn is still at home), family dynamics, rich kid things, swearing, chaewon is still chaewon, arguing, guilt lots of it, backstory’s, chaewon being an instigator, not from yn’s perspective this time, mentions of ed & weight

what just happened?

the only words running through yunjin’s mind. she couldn’t keep her eyes off yn, who was trying her best to look fine, but yunjin saw right through it. had yn always looked like this?

she trailed behind the rest of the girls as they walked off the field toward the car yn had called for them.

the entire interaction between yn and her mother replayed in her mind like a broken record. she had never seen yn so tense before, yn was always so carefree, like nothing could ruin her mood. but her mother? her mother definitely did.

“lunch?” yn asked, the emotion in her voice hard to pinpoint. “you guys went to lunch without me?”

“honey, it’s not a big deal. don’t be dramatic! we were just celebrating your brother’s achievements just an intimate get together that I planned.”

“right,” yn laughed sarcastically. “i’m always so dramatic, huh?”

her mother ignored yn’s words, stepping back to scan her daughter. “this outfit is cute. it looks good on you. maybe lose a couple more pounds, and it’ll look even better.”

that’s what really got her. yn didn’t seem to notice, but yunjin had been watching her the entire time, through the whole interaction. it kind of scared her how quickly the hurt in yn’s eyes disappeared after her mom’s words. if you hadn’t been paying attention, you’d have missed it entirely.

she had this ugly feeling in her stomach, it was brewing.

“we should get food.” kazuha said as they made their way into the expensive van followed by mumbles of agreement.

"I can have the cooks make something, and you guys can eat in the pool house," yn offered, her voice flat and lacking its usual energy. yunjin frowned, noticing how all day yn seemed to be doing everything she could to keep them from actually going inside her house.

she would take yn as the girl who would love to show off her big childhood home.

“ “you guys?” you’re not hungry?” kazuha asked looking at yn with concern.

“yeah I don’t really have an appetite.”

her mother ignored yn’s words, stepping back to scan her daughter. “this outfit is cute. it looks good on you. maybe lose a couple more pounds, and it’ll look even better.”

yunjin's mind replayed yn's words and then her mothers even as the rest of the girls had moved on from the topic of food. she couldn’t shake it. now that she thought about it, yn never really ate much at the dorms...

that feeling in her stomach was getting worse.

yunjin wasn’t gonna lie and say she was yn’s biggest fan, but to be honest it wasn’t always like that, she never really had any problems with yn when they were preparing for debut it wasn’t until they actually debuted.

“YN OF LESSERAFIM BECOMES GLOBAL BRAND AMBASSADOR OF CHANEL JUST FIVE MONTHS AFTER DEBUT, IT’S REVEALED THAT THE IDOL WAS SEEN AS A MUSE.”

yunjin stared in disbelief at the headline on her phone. yn hadn’t even mentioned this to them. without a second thought, she turned to chaewon, shoving her phone in the leader’s face.

“oh yeah, i saw that earlier,” chaewon said nonchalantly after reading the screen. “that moon family money working overtime, huh?”

“huh?” yunjin blinked, confused. she knew the moon family was a big deal, but would they really pull strings for something like this? yn never talked about her family, much less anything like this.

chaewon smirked, turning her laptop toward yunjin. “i did some digging. chanel is practically a moon family staple.”

yunjin’s eyes widened as she scanned chaewon’s screen. it was filled with photos, yn’s father as a teenager in chanel, her grandfather in chanel, her mother draped in chanel, and even her brothers. But what stood out most were the photos of yn herself. the article showed pictures from her father's press conferences and paparazzi photos starting from when yn was a toddler all the way up to now. in every single one, she was dressed in chanel.

“she’s been wearing it her whole life,” yunjin murmured, piecing it all together.

“yup.” chaewon smiled impressed with herself, “I mean they’ve been wearing it for decades upon decades, why wouldn’t they want the first idol ever from the family to be an ambassador of the brand they love so much.”

yunjin took in chaewon’s words, “oh my…”

“I know right,”. chaewon smirked, “and isn’t it crazy that hybe told us they want us to do things as a group first? but yn is a chanel ambassador, she probably didn’t like the sound of that and pulled daddy into the equation.”

yunjin didn’t want to believe chaewon’s theories but that fact that yn didn’t even tell them about this made it all more believable.

that was practically the beginning of everything. every achievement yn had on her own left yunjin second guessing if it was real, or if it was just the perks of moon money.

yn was, undeniably, the most popular member of the group. she was loved, practically all of south korea had watched her grow up. she had an advantage.

yunjin didn’t like to admit it, but she resented yn a lot. maybe it was chaewon’s words getting to her, but it always seemed like yn never struggled the way the rest of them did. she was praised for everything. when the whole group went through a brutal wave of hate, yn came out of it untouched. it was unfair, her life was perfect.

but after witnessing that interaction, yunjin realized maybe yn’s life wasn’t so perfect after all. she wondered how yn hid it so well. or maybe she hadn’t maybe yunjin had just been too blinded by her resentment to notice.

families in power like the moons were known for not having the best environment, her parents would always bring it, they still did.

“you know when your members grandfather was the head of the family company, they once found yn’s father that was probably about your age passed out in the middle of the road? it was a really big scandal, but everyone forgot about it, I was younger when that happened probably the same age as him but ask your grandparents they’ll tell you all about it.”

“I remember a couple years ago I think your member yn like 12 and she passed out in front of everyone at a press conference, an insider said that the hospital said she hadn’t had any food in her system, again everyone forgot about that, the moon’s perfect image cannot be broken.”

“a couple years ago, maybe four years before you debuted, there was this conference that the whole moon family went to not just your member and her father, mother and siblings like everyone was there, and it was so scary to see, I still feel some type of worry when I see the photo but the whole family looked pale and sick, like they were on their death bed but they still talked and presented perfectly fine, it was so scary and concerning to people that now if you search up the words dead and alive the video and photos will pop up, I remember some people said they think the whole family is on drugs but then an insider said that hospital receives a person from the moon family almost everyday due to them overworking themselves, people don’t know how they’re still alive,”

the last story always sticks out to yunjin she brushed it off when she first heard it but it’s always in the back of her mind when she looks at yn.

because there has been times where yn in the mornings she’d take notice of a hospital bracelet on yn’s wrist, she doesn’t know why she brushed it off but she did.

the feeling in her stomach was getting worse.

all the girls were comfortably lounging in the pool house. there was a tv, so they picked a show to watch

yunjin turned to chaewon, who was sitting beside her. “um, I have a question.”

“yeah?”

“yn’s interaction with her mom was weird, right? like, the weight comment?”

chaewon stared blankly at yunjin. “yeah, it was kind of weird, but that was probably just an off day. it’s normal for moms to mention stuff like that sometimes.”

“but you and I both know yn’s weight is perfectly fine, and it’s not just that and that comment yn said to you about her perfect life after and she seemed so tense, and some of the things her mom said were kind of—”

“okay, yunjin, what is going on? since when did you care about the moon family? they’re a perfectly fine family with all the money and power in the world. if they’re going through a rough patch, they’ll be fine and that comment was just her trying to get under my skin.”

the stories her parents brought up rushed back to her, this didn’t seem like a rough patch this seemed like a lifestyle.

yunjin took a deep breath. “I’m gonna go see where the food is. yn said she was checking on it, but she hasn’t come back.”

“try not to get lost!” chaewon joked.

yunjin couldn’t help but gasp at the sheer size of the moons’ house. this was yn’s childhood home? it was massive, she could definitely get lost here. she was about to turn back, thinking there was no way she’d actually find yn, when she heard her voice. it sounded tense, distressed.

following the sound, she crept closer, the voice leading her toward the kitchen. peering around the wall, she spotted yn, on her knees with her face in her hands, talking to jia, one of the household staff yunjin vaguely remembered.

“and then she brought up my weight again, right in front of everyone,” yn’s voice shook, barely keeping control. “she humiliated me!” she sounded desperate.

yunjin’s eyes widened as she watched yn stand abruptly, snatch a glass from a silver platter meant for the group, and hurl it to the ground, the shatter echoing through the kitchen. jia looked at her with a sad, understanding expression, as if she’d witnessed this scene far too many times.

“jia, I’m not good enough. I’ll never be good enough!” yn’s voice cracked, full of pain. “she planned this whole family lunch without me to celebrate achievements when I’m probably one of the most achieved person in this family as of right now, and now they’re all out shopping together!”

yunjin’s stomach twisted as she watched yn pace, her movements frantic.

“I’ve basically killed myself for that woman. I’ve been starving myself since I was ten ten, jia! I’ve done everything I possibly could just to make her love me, and she just… doesn’t. I’d do anything, anything for her, and it’s never enough.”

yunjin felt frozen, like she’d intruded on something far too personal, but she couldn’t look away. she’d never seen yn like this, stripped raw, unraveling at the seams.

“your mother loves you, miss yn,” jia murmured, reaching out gently. “have some tea, and I’ll bring the food out for your friends.”

“I don’t want tea!” yn shouted, her voice breaking. “and they aren’t my friends! they shouldn’t even be here!” she paused, her face twisting in pain. “she hates me, my own mother hates me, ever since that day.”

“that day wasn’t your fault, yn.”

“but it is! I was trying so hard to please her, and I did the exact opposite. I passed out in front of everyone important to her and dad . I embarrassed the family.” her words were choked, each one like she was tearing herself apart from the inside out.

yunjin’s heart sank. she knew exactly what yn was talking about, a story her own parents had once mentioned in passing.

“that was out of your control, yn. you were just a child.”

the scariest part was that yn wasn’t even crying. she was breaking down, but the tears never came. it was like she’d numbed herself.

yn never cried is something yunjin was starting to take notice of.

“no one is a child in this family jia, we both know that.”

yunjin was so transfixed that she didn’t even notice when jia’s gaze shifted, her eyes widening in alarm. yn turned around, following her gaze, only to meet yunjin’s shocked stare.

“what are you doing in here?”

yunjin flinched as she looked up to see yn walking toward her, fury blazing in her eyes. “I–”

“you shouldn’t be in here. is anyone else in here?”

“no, I was just wondering about the food.” yunjin’s heart was racing, she’d never seen yn like this before. “what’s the problem with me being in here? I don’t see the big deal,” she mumbled.

“because this is my home!” yn’s voice was sharp, rising as she shrugged off jia, who tried to calm her. “I don’t need you guys invading my safe space! do you hate me that much? that you can’t even let me have one place to escape from all of you?”

the feeling in yunjin’s stomach twisted painfully.

“wha–yn, hold on–” yunjin stammered.

“what?! am I being dramatic? I don’t care anymore!” yn’s voice cracked with rage and hurt. “did chaewon set you up to snoop on me? is that what this is? how much did you see?”

yunjin stayed silent.

“where’s all that talk you usually have? I asked how much did you see!”

“a lot…” yunjin admitted quietly.

“of course you did.” yn shook her head, her expression twisted with betrayal. “no one respects my wishes. I told you all to stay outside, to stay out of my space.”

she let out a bitter laugh, venom in every word. “just my luck. I’d tell you to go back to new york and live on the rat infested streets where you belong, but that’d just give you another reason to make my life miserable.”

anger surged through yunjin anger at herself. she felt the crushing weight of yn’s words, the realization of just how deeply she’d hurt her. yn needed a safe space from them. from her. and now, because of yunjin’s carelessness, yn was unraveling.

guilt clawed at her, twisting her insides until she felt nauseous. that feeling in her stomach… it was overwhelming.

unable to hold it back, yunjin looked up, her gaze pleading as she met jia’s concerned eyes. “is there a washroom nearby?”

“right beside you,” jia said softly, pointing.

yunjin turned and stumbled toward the door, barely making it inside before collapsing to her knees in front of the toilet. she let everything out, her stomach churning, her chest heaving with sobs she couldn’t control. the weight of her guilt, her shame, everything she’d ignored and avoided, now pouring out in raw, painful waves.

she lifted her head from the toilet and turned to see yn and jia standing at the door with unreadable expressions.

“I’m so sorry.”

[reareaotaku]

If you accept what Yandere Viktor would be like, with a reader a little younger than him... I kind of comically imagine that the reader once innocently said he saw him as his father...

Note: Viktor is in love with the reader, but has not yet declared himself.

((Imagine how funny and sad it would be if the person you liked saw you as a father figure and not a future boyfriend/husband.))

You're from @yan-randomfandom blog, huh?

Tw: Suggestive/Implied NSFW

Originally, he took you under his wing as his successor, as he had no children of his own. He had years over your head, so why did it feel like you understand him? Like you knew him better than anyone in his years; Only you could understand him.

You had never had a present father figure in your life, so when Viktor took you under his wing, you were quick to take a liking to him. In fact, you adored him. His mind was well beyond his years and you admired him for it. He was everything you ever wanted and the father you never did.

So, imagine your surprise when it seemed something more was a foot... Viktor had started to act strange- Stranger than usual. He had been... well affectionate.

---

You liked Viktor's study, it reminded you so much of him. His writing and theories covered the walls and tables and it gave you motivation to do whatever you were doing. You straightened up when hearing the door open. You turned your head when hearing the door close and let out a sigh when seeing Viktor.

You smile, standing up and walking over to him. He opens his arms and encases you into a hug, squeezing you tight. You can feel him twirling your hair in between his hand and feel him humming from deep within his chest.

"I love you, Y/n."

"I love you, too, Viktor."

It was such an insignificant thing to you. You did love Viktor, but you didn't realize what you were signing yourself up for.

---

Viktor was handsome, anyone with eyes could see that, but you saw him as so much more. He was caring, compassionate, and intelligent. You sometimes wished you could be with more, but it seemed taboo, so you never pushed for anything more.

Viktor, though, was starting to lose his patience. How much longer could he play the long game and hope you pick up on his courtship? It was like a game with you. A one-sided game where the other player had no idea they were playing.

You felt like you were playing tug-a-war with your mind and heart. Your mind said it was wrong, since he was your mentor, but your heart claimed he was so much more. He was everything... But maybe you were just obsessed? Infatuated.

Viktor would never describe himself as the infatuated or even obsessed type. Though, with you, he couldn't control himself. You were perfect.

---

Viktor watched you continue to write your papers, as he leaned back in his chair. You had to feel his eyes on you, but it seemed it didn't bother you. He liked that about you; You held yourself highly, even though you were surrounded by prestigious assholes who thought they were better than you. You were better than that and you knew that. You were special.

You felt eyes on you and looked back to see Viktor. A light pink dusted your cheek, and you quickly covered your face as you looked away. It felt a little childish to hide your crush like a school teen, but you couldn't help it.

---

It was getting late. You could see the moon high in the sky and you were worried about the dangerous sidewalks. You should have been home hours ago, but now it was to late to go on bout the should haves.

You were startled when hearing the door open.

"You're still here?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess I got really sucked in."

You hear Viktor hum as his footsteps get closer. "Why don't you stay here tonight?"

"With you?" Your eyes widened and you quickly covered your mouth when the words left your mouth. Both of your faces turned a light pink and he looks away from you while rubbing the back of his neck.

"I mean... If you want too obviously."

"Of course I'd want too- I mean, you know, because it's so late..."

"Of course... Of course," He pats your shoulder in a reassuring way and you sigh, your shoulders relaxing.

---

You laid in his bed, staring at the ceiling. What were you with this man? You looked over at Viktor, wondering if he saw you as something more then a pupil. He had too... Didn't he?

You watch him stir in his sleep and you sit up, covering yourself with the blanket. He groans and rubs his head, before he too sits up. He runs a hand through his hair, before freezing when realizing he wasn't alone in the bed.

He looks over to you and his face turned a dark red. "Uh, Y/n-"

"Viktor..."

"Soo..."

There's a moment of silence, before you chuckle, causing him to look at you confused.

"You know, uh, I used to see you as like a father. I never thought we would be... something else."

"Father? Me? Seriously?"

You look over at him, feeling the awkwardness go away. "Yeah. I mean how could I not?"

"I would be a terrible father."

"But you'd be a better lover?"

"No... No, I wouldn't.

[moonstruckme]

hi! i've been stalking your page for literal hours and i love how you write poly marauders so much!! could you write how they would react to the reader coming home from a night out with a black eye or something like that?? <33333

Thank you lovely! And thanks for being so patient while I took literal months to get to this request haha, love you! <3

cw: reader is drunk and has a black eye

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.2k words

“Hey, gorgeous,” Sirius says as you come in the door. Remus shushes him, and he lowers his voice. “How’re the girls?” 

“Good,” you reply, cautiously quiet as you kick off your shoes. 

Rounding the couch, you see James asleep on Remus’ shoulder, a small puddle of drool soaking into the material of the taller boy’s pajama shirt. They’re all in pajamas, actually. Envy strikes you through the heart. They look so unbearably cozy, better than you in your scratchy jeans and too-tight top. 

“I hope you didn’t wait up,” you say as Remus flips his book closed, and Sirius chuckles. You’ll learn later that you’d been slurring your words. 

“We don’t mind,” Remus confirms your suspicions. “You didn’t walk home by yourself, did you?” 

You shake your head, flopping into the spot beside James on the couch. Only you hadn’t quite thought that through, and Remus tuts as he starts to rouse. 

“Sorry,” you whisper. “Um, the girls dropped me off out front.” 

Sirius nods his approval. James hums as he picks his head up off Remus’ shoulder, spotting you. 

“Hey, lovie.” He transfers his affections to you, wrapping his arms around your neck and letting himself weigh heavily against your front. You giggle, your favorite monkey. “Did you just get home?” 

“Uh-huh. Oh, Jamie!” You gasp as a memory makes its way out of the fog of your brain. “I saw something you would have loved.” 

“What’s that?” he asks. 

“We came across a dog park, and I didn’t even know those could be open at night but—” 

“No, angel.” He’s stopped hugging you, an unpleasant development, one of his hands leaving your neck to hold your cheek. “What’s that on your face?” 

“Hm?” You don’t remember anything getting on your face. “I dunno. Jamie, I’m trying to tell you about the puppies.” 

“Just hold on, darling, sorry. Is that a bruise?” 

“What?” Sirius is in front of you before you know what’s happened. Vampire-fast, you think fascinatedly, wondering if he’d have been a streak across your vision had you bothered to look. Though, to be fair, your vision is generally streaky at the moment. He takes your chin in his hand, tilting it up and to the side. “Remus, point your light here.” 

There’s a low creaking as Remus adjusts his reading lamp, and then you’re squeezing your eyes shut. 

“Jesus, what the hell?” 

Remus curses softly, and you squint to see him leaning closer to you. Your boyfriends’ faces crowd your vision like a three-headed monster. 

“Baby,” Sirius says, sounding heartbroken, “what happened?” 

“I don’t—can you move the light away?” 

More creaking, and you can see again. You blink, eyes watery, and Sirius lays a painstakingly gentle thumb over the skin beneath your eye. 

“It must be bad if it’s already bruising,” he says. 

Remus stands. “Then we should put ice on it.” 

You pout as he disappears into the kitchen, but Sirius recaptures your attention by turning your face toward his. 

“I need you to think.” He fixes his stare on yours gravely. His eyes are the color of the moon reflecting off water. You try to tell him so, but his frown doesn’t abate. “Listen,” he says, “what happened to hurt your eye? You have to remember.” 

You purse your lips, shaking your head at him. “I feel like I’d know if something happened,” you say self-assuredly. “It’s probably just makeup. Can you get me a wipe?” 

“Angel.” James’ eyebrows have hooked upwards in the middle. He’s looking uncharacteristically serious, too. Your boyfriends are really not being a ton of fun tonight, you think. “It’s all red and purple. You can’t tell me that doesn’t hurt, babydoll.” 

You shrug. That may be so. But if it doesn’t hurt, who really cares? 

Sirius gets up just as Remus comes back with what looks like a balled-up dish towel. He passes it to you with a tender look on his face. 

“Put this on your eye, honey,” he says. Then, “Sirius, love, where are you going?” 

“To call Evans.” 

You touch the cloth to your eye, but it’s freezing cold, and you opt to let it rest in your lap instead.

“She won’t even be home yet,” Remus argues. “And what do you think you’ll accomplish if you do get ahold of her? She can’t tell us anything now that she won’t still know in the morning.” 

“What if somebody did this to her? If Evans saw, I want to know about it tonight.” 

“Don’t you think,” James says, “that if someone hit her, the girls would’ve come in and told us?” You lean against his side, and he wraps an arm around you automatically, rubbing your shoulder. He smells like strawberries and laundry detergent and something ineffably homey. “They wouldn’t have just dropped her off out front.” 

“What if no one saw?” 

“Then what do you think calling will do, love?” 

“I just…I feel like I have to do something. Don’t you?” 

You lean your head on James’ shoulder and snuggle into the familiar sounds of your boyfriends’ voices, overlapping and intermingling. You don’t realize they’ve gone quiet until Remus’ hand wraps around yours, and you open your eyes. 

“You’ve got to actually hold this on your eye,” he chides lovingly, taking the dish towel from you and pressing it to your face. 

The edge of something hard beneath the cloth digs into a tender spot beneath your eye, and you flinch. “Ow.” 

Remus’ forehead creases sympathetically. “Sorry.” 

But the pain brings another memory out of the fog. You pick your head up as you feel your good eye widen in realization, meeting Sirius’. 

He flicks up an eyebrow. “What’re you smiling about?” 

“I remember what happened,” you admit, a touch of embarrassment to your tone. And if you hadn’t had everyone’s attention before, you do now. 

“What was it?” James rubs your shoulder reassuringly. “You can tell us.” 

“It’s…when we were at the dog park, I got distracted.” 

Remus’ eyes narrow. “Go on.” 

You rub your lips together self-consciously. “I may have walked into a sign. About poop bags.” 

James leans away from you to see you better. “Like, a metal sign?” 

You nod, and he winces. 

“Ouch, lovie.” 

“Fucking hell.” Sirius covers his face with both hands, loosing a big breath through the cracks in his palms. Remus reaches back to pats his leg consolingly. “I was ready to go after whoever did that with a tire iron.” 

You shrink into the couch cushions. “Sorry.” 

“You could still take a tire iron to the sign, I suppose,” James says. 

Sirius ignores him, crouching in front of you and taking your face in both hands. Remus lets the cloth drop rather than maneuver around him. “Don’t ever scare me like that again, understand?” 

“Yeah,” James agrees, “if you injure yourself in the future, ask for a pen and make a note on your arm or something. Save us the worry.” 

You lean forward, pressing a lingering, heartfelt kiss to Sirius’ cheek. 

“Thanks for worrying,” you say, and where your lips touched him the skin glows pink. 

“You’re taking years of my life, you know,” he says quietly. 

Remus chuckles. “Don’t worry. It looks good on you.”