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[sulli-villain]

it's what the people want!

i think.

[dem-obscure-imagines]

Let It Snow

Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Fandom: MCU

Summary: When the power goes out at the Facility, Pietro makes sure you’re keeping warm.

Note: Takes place in an “Everybody is alive and lives at the Avengers Facility” AU. Wanted to kick out one more Christmas/Winter imagine before getting into the New Year’s stuff.

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 1.5k

Reader Is: Gender Neutral, an Avenger.

To be honest, you didn’t notice it at first, the slight chill in the air. You continued your work, typing away on the loud, typewriter-style keyboard on the fancy, expensive computer Bruce had built for you (with Tony’s money, of course).

And then it got…worse.

Your toes were numb and you were shivering, despite the long sleeves you were wearing.

You slid your feet into some slippers and walked out into the hallway, arms huddled around yourself as you wandered from your room, down the hall to where the thermostat was. You gave the up button a cursory press, waiting for the screen to blink to life and tell you what it was set to, but it didn’t.

Huh. Well, that was something, wasn’t it?

“(Y/N). Hello.” Vision materialized beside you, causing you to jolt in shock. “My apologies, I did not mean to startle you.”

“It’s fine, Vision. Do you know what this is all about?” You asked, shivering and motioning to the busted thermostat.

“It appears the furnace is broken. Mr. Stark and Dr. Banner are attempting repairs now, but it may take quite some time.”

“Oh. Gotcha.” You nodded, “Thanks for the info.”

“Of course. I do recommend you bundle up. It seems your body temperature is steadily decreasing.”

“Will do.” You saluted and pivoted on your heel, just in time to catch a face full of Pietro as he sped down the hall, sliding to a stop.

You ever so gracefully fell on the floor, staring up at him, disgruntled. “Nice one, Sonic.”

He chuckled, offering a hand, but you got up on your own, dusting yourself off. “What is the problem?”

“Furnace is busted.” You explained, patting his arm as you began walking away.

Pietro started walking backwards, keeping pace with you. “Where are you going?”

“To get into something warmer. Might be a while.”

One of his eyebrows quirked up. “Well, you know, I’ve heard skin to skin contact is the fastest way to warm up, if you need some help with that. I do have ‘improved homeostasis,’ as Banner puts it.”

“I’m good, thanks.” You deadpanned, shutting your door in his face. You could feel him lingering there for a moment before running back down the hall to his room, you presumed. You chuckled and rolled your eyes. Pietro was a flirt. Always had been. But things like this never worked out with people like him. Not in your experience, at least.

You changed into a cozy, zip-up onesie, feeling a lot warmer than before, especially with the hood over your head. You got back to your tying for a while. A few hours at least…until the lights went out.

“Great!” You threw your hands up, rolling away from the desk in your dark room.

In a huff, you stood up and walked to your window. It was a blizzard out there, inches and inches of snow on the ground. There was a knock on the door and whirled around to answer it. Part of you expected it to be Pietro standing there, but instead, it was Steve with a flashlight.

“Oh, hey. Is this because of the blizzard?”

“No, Tony says he snipped the wrong wire.” Steve shook his head. “Or something. Might be a while before it gets fixed.”

It was already getting late, and you were planning on going to sleep soon, but now, you weren’t so sure you should if you didn’t want to wake up a popsicle. “Okay, thanks for letting me know.”

You said, turning back to grab your phone and your water bottle to refill it before you figured out exactly what it was you should do in the meantime.

***

About an hour later, Pietro found you on the couch in the living room, shivering and reading a book by the light of a tiny, battery powered reading light. You were bundled up and, due to the lack of windows, you were pretty sure it was the warmest room in the facility. But as the temperature continued to drop, it didn’t seem to matter where you were.

“(Y/N), what are you doing in here?” He said, concern etched deep into his accented words. You met his eyes, wrought with worry and only offered a shaking shrug.

“I don’t want to g-go to sleep until the h-heat comes back on.”

He shook his head, crossing the room slowly for once, taking his time with each step. He sat beside you, not even bundled up beyond a hoodie and some sweatpants. For the first time in your life, you envied his powers. Carefully, giving you every opportunity to shove him off of you, he gently lifted your blanket, guided your book to the coffee table, and crawled on top of you, settling his body atop yours and sandwiching you between himself and the couch. He pulled the blanket back on top of the both of you, adjusting his head into the crook of your neck.

You were stiff at first, but at his warmth, you all but melted, eyes closing in bliss, your arms relaxing around him as you chased that feeling. His warmth. His scent, that sharp, woodsy cologne he was so infatuated with.

“Is this alright?” He asked, voice low and raspy.

You nodded, relaxing further into his hold, letting him warm you up. You pulled him closer, relishing in the feeling of your shivers slowly stopping. “Pietro…”

“I won’t say anything. The others don’t have to know.” He assured you, meeting your eyes before settling down again.

“I’m not too worried about that.” You whispered, suddenly overcome by it all. His proximity, his voice, the way his body felt melded against yours. It was right, what they said. Fitting like puzzle pieces.

“You’re not?” He asked, mischief at the edge of his tone. “Who are you and what have you done with (Y/N)?”

You scoffed. “You know, contrary to popular belief, I don’t dislike you, Pietro.”

“I don’t dislike you either.” He replied with a chuckle. “Kind of the opposite, in fact.”

Your heart picked up a quicker rhythm, cheeks flushing. You were kind of thankful the two of you were cuddled up in the dark. You hoped nightvision wasn’t one of his secret powers, or you were sure you’d never see the end of it.

“Please say something.” He murmured at the silence.

“You…”

“I thought it was obvious.” He muttered, words quick, flat at the edges.

You let another moment pass, choosing your words.

“I’m sorry. We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to—”

You touched his face with a cold hand, guiding his chin so you could attempt to look him in the eyes in the silvery rays of light streaming in the window. “I like you, too.”

He grinned, breath catching in his throat. “You mean it?”

“I have for a while.” You confessed. “Since that first training session when you bulldozed me on the track.”

“I did not bulldoze you!”

“I don’t know, I felt pretty bulldozed, laying there, flat on my back, feet knocked out from under me.”

He chuckled. “I was trying to impress you.”

“Mission accomplished.” You laughed at the way frustration crept into his words. “I could never forget about it. My very first week on the team and already, someone was out to get me.”

“Oh my God.” He rolled his eyes, the words sounding unsure on his tongue. He shook his head, gaze softening as he reached up, a careful hand brushing the hair out of your face. “Are you warmer now, drága?”

“Much.” You nodded, brushing the tip of your nose against his. “I do have another idea for warming up, though…”

He smirked. “Such as?”

“Do I have to spell it out for you?”

“Please do.”

You rolled your eyes, and looped an arm around his neck, tugging him down to you and crushing your lips to his. He hummed in agreement, calloused fingers hooking your jaw, keeping you close as his kissed you tenderly, passionately, lips soft and perfect and experienced. He was the perfect distraction from the freezing room around you.

Then, suddenly, there was a loud thrum and the power kicked back on, bathing the room in light. You squinted, the appliances in the kitchen all beeping as they came back to life.

Pietro shielded his eyes with a hand, still hovering over you. You stared up at him for a long, quiet moment, still not entirely sure it had happened until he dipped back down and pressed a long kiss to your cheek, his stubble tickling your skin.

“Now let’s get you to bed, hmm?” He asked, helping you off of the couch as the facility gradually warmed back up. The two of you walked down the hall together and you yawned.

“What were you two doing down there?” Bucky asked, standing in his doorway. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

“I was just letting (Y/N) know the heat was back on.” Pietro shrugged. “I am the quickest, you know.”

“Uh-huh. Right.” Bucky nodded, suspicious, but backing away into his room anyway.

You got to your door and stopped in the doorway, turning to look at Pietro. His hand grabbed at your waist, tugging you in for a kiss that you gladly returned. When you parted, you watched him speed down the hall, hoping that when you woke, it wouldn’t all be some sweet, winter dream.

[d0youc0py]

Even when he wasn’t working his mask seem to haunt him. He wanted to be here with you- but every time he looked in the mirror he was pulled away. Red bumps littered his jaw and some even around his hairline. He had always struggled with acne, having the acne scars to prove it, but it seemed to be getting worse. He’d been in a hotter climate this last mission, the sweat and not being able to air out his face was taking its toll.

He felt so unattractive. He quickly figured out when you feel ugly- you act ugly.

“Sweetheart, open up.” Simon sighed, his hand knocking at the door to emphasize. You two had just gone out on your first date since he’s been back and he snipped at you the whole time.

“Fuck off!”

Ouch.

“Sweetheart.” He started again. The bedroom door finally swung open. His body tensed at your teary face.

“I don’t know what happened to you while you were out there, and god knows you won’t tell me, but you have no right to take it out on me. I’ve been waiting for you to come home for the past three weeks and what am I greeted with? Hostility. It’s like I can’t do anything right.” You sputtered, glaring up at him. His hand instinctively went up to wipe the tears away from your face. He had never been the best at comforting people, but he would do anything to get your tears to stop.

“You’re right.” He admitted. The glare left your face. He was usually much more stubborn- unless he knew he in the was wrong. You softened. “It has nothin to do with work, at least not in the way you think.” His hand went up to rub his jaw but he quickly stopped himself. “I just haven’t been feeling”- He paused. He brought his hand up and motioned to his jaw, turning his head to the side.

“Si.” You murmured. You had noticed a little flare in his skin, but you didn’t really process it. He was always so handsome in your eyes. Your fingers reached up and traced along his cheekbone. “I understand.”

“Shouldn’t take it out on you though, yeah?” He affirmed.

“No you shouldn’t, but I understand now.” You smiled softly, pressing a kiss to his chin. “You’re so handsome, you know.” You mumbled down his neck. He flushed, clearing his throat. “Do you want some help with it?” You offered.

His metabolism wasn’t what it use to be. Luckily the physical activity of his job kept away any unwanted pounds. That was until he was forced to go on medical leave and spend three months ‘taking it easy.’

He would be completely lying if he said he hadn’t enjoyed it though. Being home with you had been heaven- but a bit of hell on his waistline. He noticed it a bit, but he honestly didn’t think anyone else would. He was rudely awoken when he arrived back at base only to have Soap and Gaz poke fun at him. He knew it was all in good fun, but his first thoughts were about you. Had you noticed? If you did, how did you feel about it? He hushed his own thoughts figuring he would loose the weight out on the field. That was his second rude awakening. He had shed a few pounds, but a few stubborn ones remained poking out over his belt.

“How does Y/N feel about their new pillow?” Soap hummed, plopping down next to him. It had been like this for the past month.

“Sleeps like a rock.” Price grumbled.

“Didn’t know you knew what that was Cap.”

“Soap fuck off.” Ghost growled from across the aisle. “Fucking hell.”

The plane was quiet for a while after that.

John shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He was never one to be insecure, but this was striking a cord. He remembers being younger and overhearing his mother gossiping in the kitchen about the neighbors.

“Alice has gained so much weight. She’s just gotten married too! Couldn’t imagine already letting myself go like that.”

Letting himself go.

That’s what it was. He didn’t want you- or anyone to think that he had ‘let himself go.’ That it was no longer important to him if you had found him attractive. That the two of you had been married for a little over a year so he could just give up. He shook himself out of his thoughts again.

•••••••••

He couldn’t even get through the door by the time you were on him.

“Welcome Home.” You smiled, pressing kisses to anywhere you could reach. He chuckled, leaning into you. He placed one arm under your bottom lifting you up to him. He dropped his duffle bag at the door kicking the door closed behind him.

“I missed you.” He murmured kissing you back just as desperate. He plopped down on the couch, settling you tightly in his lap. All was right in the world till your hands started to wander.

“You get hurt again?” You questioned after he flinched. Your hands went to pull up his shirt to inspect the damage. He stopped you. “John?” You questioned softly. He tangled his hands with yours.

“You know I have a tendency to be a bit old fashioned.” He started. You pressed your brows together.

“John I’ve seen you naked before.”

“No, love.” He chuckled. “I’ve gained a bit of weight and back in my day that was more scandalous than adultery”-

“You know I don’t care about that.” You interjected.

“I know, that’s what makes this whole thing ridiculous. It’s just something I’ve found out about myself, something that I need to work through.” He sighed, pressing a kiss against your forehead.

“Does this mean I can’t touch you?” You mumbled, fiddling with his shirt collar. He quickly shook his head.

“Course not.” He whispered.

“Johnny, you’re being too loud.”

That sentence had been replaying in his head like a broken record. You didn’t mean anything by it. You were just keeping him in check. Yet he could feel your embarrassment. The heat rising to your cheeks. The panic in your voice. The way you gave total strangers an apologetic smile when they turned your way. He had always been a naturally loud talker. Growing up with five siblings in a small two bedroom apartment was to thank for that. The fact that he had been around explosives for the past eight years didn’t help either.

“Johnny?” You tapped his arm. His eyes fled from the small paper bowl of ice cream to you. “You okay? You’ve been so quiet since we’ve left the restaurant.”

He couldn’t stop a dry chuckle. He grabbed the small bowl, shoving a spoonful in his mouth.

“ ‘m fine.” He mumbled. You sighed leaning across the table gripping his hand with yours.

“Jo.” You pressed again, flashing him your undeniable puppy eyes. He gave your hand a small squeeze.

“Sorry for the way I was at the restaurant.” He grumbled.

“What?” You asked, leaning forward again.

“I said, I’m sorry for the way I was at the restaurant.” He repeated. Your brows furrowed. Suddenly it hit you. Your hand left his and clamped over your mouth.

“No, no, no, Johnny.” You said quickly. “I didn’t mean it like that. Well I did- but”- You cut yourself off. You rubbed your forehead. Your hands reached out again tangling yours and his together. “I’m sorry I made you feel bad. That wasn’t my intention. I just know you sometimes forget your own volume.”

He gave you a small smile, pressing a kiss to your knuckle.

“I know Bonnie. I just don’t like embarrassing you.”

“We’re just so different in that way Jo. My parents were so strict about how loud I was- especially in public. It’s just a stupid habit I have, but I should never expect you to follow it.” You smiled softly. He smiled back at you, the sparkle returning to his blue eyes.

“I should still work on it though. Don’t want to blow your eardrums out, then we’ll both be shouty.” He chuckled.

“You hate it when I do this don’t you?” You hummed.

“I’m still not use to it.” He sighed, using his thumb to run small circles against your hip. He shivered as your fingers traced over another long stretch mark on his back. He mumbled something and pulled you closer, your body almost completely buried underneath his.

It was no secret Konig was tall. Along with that height came stretch marks. Mostly on his lower back and calves, some even under his arms. Some had faded, a small ridge in his skin to show they were still there. Others were a deeper pink- more noticeable.

“Everybody has them Konnie.” You mumbled, pressing a kiss under his jaw.

“I know.” He purred out as you massaged a small kink out of his back. Truth be told he didn’t really care about them either- until the locker room. That’s when he noticed how excessive his seemed. He had carried that feeling for a while, it wasn’t until he met you did he become more comfortable with it. You had showed him your stretch marks and he saw how pretty they looked on you. He slowly began to figure out that if he thought they looked nice on you, then you probably felt the same way about his. He still tenses when you touch them, his eyes darting to yours for any sign of insincerity. He’s always met with love and want. Just the thought of it causes a flutter in his stomach.

[lordprettyflackotara]

dollhouse || jeff the killer || part five

SMUT MINORS DNI 18+. tw: bondage, face fucking, jealousy sex

"Are you sure this is absolutely necessary?"

Jeff squirmed in his chair, his arms crossing sassily. You stood behind him, putting your hand on your hip.

"Trust me when I tell you that you're doing the world a favor," You countered. Jeff grumbled under his breath, allowing you to continue the task at hand. You readjusted your grip on the kitchen scissors in your hand, picking up another piece of Jeff's hair. You snipped at it carefully, Jeff's gaze forced to center on the kitchen window.

He watched Sally play soccer with Laughing Jack and Jill, who were visiting for the weekend. They typically stayed at the Trenderman mansion, one of Slenderman's better brothers. Jeff wasn't too big of a fan of them visiting, but Jeff wasn't too big of a fan of anything. Including the haircut you were giving him. "My haircut is apart of my branding you know. Everyone knows me by my hair," Jeff argued. Despite his argumentative tongue, he stayed seated and unmoving.

"Right, its totally not the large smile carved into your cheeks or the lack of eyelids," You agreed, smirking to yourself as you snipped another piece of Jeff's hair. Ben strolled into the kitchen, taking one look at Jeff's frown and giggling to himself. "Something funny Ben?" Jeff asked. Ben's gaze fell to the fridge and its contents, the blonde rummaging through it to search for non expired food.

"Oh nothing, it's just great to see you're changing your emo haircut after a decade. Never thought you'd grow out of it. Good job y/n."

Jeff gritted his teeth, a giggle escaping your lips. It was then the back door opened, revealing The Bloody Painter. His signature mask had been lifted and secured to his head, revealing his face. His bright blue eyes met yours, his gaze centering on you. "Well hello there y/n. You've matured quite a lot since the last time I saw you," He said, giving you a bright smile. Jeff didn't fail to notice this, his eyes narrowing. "Thanks. Living in a mansion full of boys will do that to you," You replied kindly. You continued to trim the ends of Jeffs hair, Ben slamming the fridge and grabbing a box of cereal. The Painter looked over at your steady hands, watching you trim Jeff's hair.

"I didn't know you cut hair," The Painter commented. You could hear Ben begin to crunch on his cereal, eating it by the handful. "She only cuts mine," Jeff barked. The Bloody Painter kept his cool, hardly acknowledging Jeff's matter of fact statement. "Well thats a shame, maybe you can make an exception sometime and cut mine," The Painter suggested. Jeff rose from his chair, shooting daggers at The Painter as he turned around. In a swift motion he grabbed your hand, dragging you out of the kitchen. "Jeff! I wasn't done!" You whined, scissors still in hand. He dragged you through the living room, his patience running too thin to make it to his bedroom. "Don't worry doll, i'll make sure you finish," Jeff growled.

He found the closest bathroom, opening the door and shoving you inside. You set the scissors aside, your arms crossing as Jeff shut the door and locked it. "Whats your problem? I only cut like half of that section!" You hissed. Jeff grabbed you by your throat, his fingers curling so intensely around your skin you audibly whimpered. "Do you get off on entertaining other guys? Hmm? Is that it?" He snarled. Your eyes widened, Jeff pushing you against the bathroom counter. You began to question him, the pale killer cutting you off before you could make a sound. "That stupid Painter was eye fucking you. How did you not see that?" Jeff questioned. He squeezed your neck tighter, a small whimper escaping your lips as you became light headed.

"Oh I see. Does seeing me get all hot and bothered rile my girl up? Make you all wet for me?" Jeff purred. You hadn't even thought of it that way, but your core only began throbbing more when Jeff planted his knee in between your thighs. "Well thats too damn bad. Knees, now," He ordered, shoving you down towards the floor. Your knees hit the tile harshly, promising to leave bruises the next day. You began to reach to fiddle with his belt. the pale killer slapping your hand away. "Did I say you could use your hands? Stupid slut," Jeff spat. He undid his own belt, admiring your eyes gleaming with submission.

"I-I just assumed-" You stuttered, Jeffs hand gripping your chin cutting you off. "I-I-I," Jeff mocked you. He bent over, grabbing your wrist and holding them behind your back. "All I need from you is to put your pretty mouth to use," Jeff said. He used his belt to tie your hands behind your back, your mouth running dry as you looked up at him. He undid his pants, his cock hard and leaking precum in front of your face. "Go on, make yourself useful," Jeff taunted. You kitten licked his slit, the pale killer holding back a groan. He grabbed your head roughly, forcing you down on his cock. You gagged as he hit the back of your throat, the sound gratifying to Jeffs ears.

Jeff's hips were merciless, the mere thought of The Bloody Painter talking to you sending him into a possessive frenzy. Usually Jeff wasn't as rough as this, but with each thrust he thought of anyone else seeing you like this. You were his. And he needed to make sure you knew it. Tears prickled out of the corner of your eyes, gagging as Jeff pounded your throat. Briefly he removed his cock from your throat, allowing you a brief moment to breathe. Saliva connected you to his cock, a thin string hanging between the two of you before he forced you back down onto his shaft. You struggled against your restraints, your jaw forced to fall slack as Jeff violated your throat as he pleased.

"You look so pretty with your mouth stuffed full of my cock," Jeff cooed. You felt his cock twitch, his orgasm coming faster than you expected. Jeff sensed this as well, pulling you away. "Nuh uh, want to you to watch me fuck you," Jeff chuckled darkly. He forced you to your feet, turning you away from him. His rough hands yanked down your shorts and panties, before grabbing your ass. He teasingly ran his fingers up and down your slit, grinning at the feeling of how wet you were for him. You groaned as he briefly brushed against your clit, your core throbbing for more. "Jeff I need more," You whined. Jeff pressed you against the counter, grabbing you by your throat.

"Look at yourself pretty girl. You're gonna get what you want," Jeff grinned. You made eye contact with him through the mirror, swallowing as he rubbed his tip up and down your slick. "Wait you aren't going to prep me?" You asked, becoming breathless. Jeff smirked as he began to push instead of you, your walls struggling to accommodate to his size. "I don't think you need it doll. After all, you were so cock hungry for The Painters dick I think you can handle mine," Jeff snickered. He pushed himself in slowly, deciding to have mercy for a brief moment. Your body trembled as he made his way inside of you. "So full, too full," You slurred, his cock bottoming out.

Jeff's hand slithered up to your mouth, bringing two fingers to your lips. "Suck them whore or I won't move," Jeff growled. You did as instructed, taking his fingers into your mouth. "There we go. Theres my obedient little whore," Jeff grunted, smiling with pride as he made eye contact with you in the mirror. He began to thrust inside of you, the feeling of your tongue swirling around his fingers only making him harder and more eager. You struggled to contain your sinful noises as Jeff pounded into you, the pain of being stretched out fading into an all too familiar pleasure. You watched Jeff in the mirror, his lip tucked between his teeth as he watched his cock side in and out of you.

"You're practically fucking milking me doll, fucking hell," Jeff panted. With his spare hand it made its way to your clit, drawing fast and sloppy circles around it. Your eyes fluttered closed, your thighs trembling as the cord inside of you tightened tighter and tighter. "Call yourself a slut, now," Jeff ordered. You forced yourself to meet his gaze, his pupils blown with lust. You swallowed, struggling to continue sucking his fingers. "I'maslut," You chanted, your words muffled by Jeff's long fingers. He shoved his fingers down your throat, relishing in the sound of you gagging as his cock abused your g spot. "That's it doll. That's fucking it. Do you think he could fuck you like this? Huh?" Jeff growled. You shook your head no, Jeff removing his fingers from your mouth.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you," Jeff chuckled. He took his hand and wrapped it around your neck, giving him more leverage to ram into you. "No! Only you Jeff. I swear, only you," You cried. You knew your orgasm was close, the pale killers fingers never slowing as they rounded your clit. "That's what I thought. Now why don't you let everyone know how good I make you feel and cum for me?" Jeff suggested, his suggestion more of an order. He had trained your body well, your orgasm washing over you as soon as you heard he had granted you permission. Your vision went white, Jeff's cock continuing to ram into you as you shook under him. He grunted your name as he came, pulling out his shaft and releasing on your ass and lower back.

He grinned as he looked at his painted masterpiece. Yeah, The Bloody Painter may have been a painter, but Jeff was an artist.

[skylarsblue]

✦Incorrect C.o.D Quotes✦

(Bros I'm so sorry, I've had the biggest fucking writer's block. I'm hoping some silly lil meme posts will make up for it until I can write something substantial, I'msosorry-)

Y/N: Some of us, I don’t wanna name names, give me a headache when they speak and its- Soap: Is it me?? Y/N: No. Graves: Is it me? Y/N: …it’s not Soap- --

Price: I’m gonna make you a soup. Gaz, delirious with the flu: I don’t wanna be a soup, Captain… Price: …right, how about I give you soup instead? Gaz: That’d be nicer. Price: Right. --

Soap: What the fuck knuckles is this? Valeria: *holding her hyper femme gf in her lap* She’s my girlfriend you intolerant shit. Soap: Whoa! Pump the hate brakes Fox & friends. I’m just surprised anyone would date you. Especially Pinkie Pie from My Little Pony. Y/N, on Valeria’s lap: You know that cartoon? Soap: No comment. Ghost: No, I think you should comment more, Johnny. Soap: NO. COMMENT. Moving on! Gaz: We’re gonna circle back to that. --

Graves: I think the term you’re searching for is ‘current captain’. Ghost: The words I’m searching for, I can’t say. Because there’s a rookie *motions to Soap* present. Soap: No no, say it. I can handle it. Ghost: You sure? Soap: Absolutely, L.T. Ghost: *looks at Graves* Fucking donkey lookin’ muppet bitch. Soap: Brutal blow, sir. Well done. --

Y/N: *comes in* Hey, Gaz, how old is your captain? Gaz: What? Y/N: No not like that…it is, it is like that. How old is he? I came into base, he asked if I needed anything to eat. I said ‘eat what’? Gaz: Okay, first of all, put my plate down and stop hitting on my captain! Y/N: Don’t get mad at me! I don’t even wanna be here. Y’all the ones that want me to be here. --

NPC: Ohhh if I weren’t a lady, I’d deck you! Fem!Y/N: Oh please. Try it and I’d have you on your back so fast you’d think you’re on a date. Ghost: *spits tea* Price, covered in tea: That was so unnecessary- --

Ghost: Mmph. Y/N: Dark room, avoidant, you seem tired despite sleeping for awhile…you wanna try and get out in the sun or do you just need to be in the sadness dungeon? Ghost: *holds up two fingers* Y/N: Would you like some tea for the sadness dungeon? Ghost: …Mhm. Y/N: Tea for the sad dragon coming up! Ghost: Mmph. (Aka “thank you”) Y/N: No problem! --

Y/N: Ya know sometimes there’s times in life where you just have to sit back and go, “ya know what? I’m proud of myself.” Gaz: Is this one of those times? Y/N: No- Soap: *wheeze* --

(Shibari reference)

Price: …alright, when I said we needed to restrain him in a way that ensured he couldn’t get out. This is not- Gaz: These are not military knots. Y/N: No, they aren’t. You all suggested knots that he would know how to get out of. You told me to get rid of that possibility. So, I did. Soap: He is tied…to the ceiling. Ghost: You kinky bitch. Y/N: *shrug* Price: Where did you even learn this? Y/N: That is for me and my daddy issues to know, sir. Don’t worry about it. Just wake him up so we can start interrogating him.

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Graves: We can rule the world! Ghost: *turns to leave* Graves:: *watches him pull out something of Y/N’s* Graves: WH-YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO FUCK MY WIFE Graves: GHOST. G H O S T Ghost: *leaves* --

Graves: Let me log into Twitter- WAIT, IS THAT GHOST’S DICK!?! Ghost: I fucked your wife. Graves: AGGHHHHHH- --

Medic!Y/N: Don’t torture yourself Ghost. *snips bandage* Medic!Y/N: That’s my job.~ Ghost, internally: Stayfocusedwecannot- --

Price: We’re you listening to me at all? Y/N: No I was fantasizing about beard burn. Price: Pardon? Y/N: Huh? --

Ghost: He died of natural causes. Gaz: You pushed him off the roof. Ghost: Gravity is natural. --

Y/N: Nuh Uh, no. I’m not doing it. I have self respect, and I will not stoop so low as to- Gaz: *brings out 100£.* Y/N: -oooooo*takes money* I’ll have it done in an hour. --

Soap, looking at Konig: That man is a tree. Y/N: Then I'm a fucking squirrel. Soap: On the hunt for nuts then? Y/N: Famished for them. Ghost: Why do I sit with you two...

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

just get to me in time, okay?

a/n: just reminiscing about 2019 when I was in my hardcore frank era...

warnings: frank castle x nurse!reader, friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, fluff, patching up frank's wounds, blood and gore, kissing, reader has a cat

word count: 1660

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As your cat suddenly jumped off his comfy spot on your belly with his head smooshed beneath the cliche romance novel you were unwinding with this evening, his sudden alertness and the loud meows that accompanied it caused you to put your book down, “hey, what’s up, baby?” you slowly got up from the couch and followed after him though the dim apartment, “we talked about this, Cosmo,” you gently warned the loud exclamations that he released in one of the shadowy corners of your living room, “you talking to the air just makes me think there are ghosts here.”

When he then began to purr, the soothing sound emanating from the darkness was accompanied by a familiar voice, “sorry to interrupt your thrilling Friday night, Y/n.”

“Jesus christ, Frank!” you exclaimed, nearly jumping out of your skin, “you almost gave me a heart attack! Don’t you know how to knock? Or even just use the front door?”

“Sorry,” he stepped into the light, supporting some of his weight on one of your dining room chairs as Cosmo happily rubbed his fluffy body against his heavy boots. 

As the soft light emanating from the tall lamp in the corner illuminated your friend's form, the blood soaking his dark clothes and the bruises across his cheekbone made his intentions for this late-night visit crystal clear, the smile fell from your lips at once.

“And here I was hoping you just felt lonely,” you joked, trying to hide your heavy sigh, “wanted to come by for a game of scrabbled or something,” your feet already carrying you towards your kitchen, you called over your shoulder, “I’ll go get the first aid kit, you know where the bathroom is,” a sentence you had probably said to him about a dozen times by now. 

After retrieving the first aid kit, or more like first aid box with the way you had expanded the contents out of precaution after you began to help Frank, it now no longer fit in the small neat cross marked container, but a bigger clear plastic box you used to store old mementoes in, one that conveniently didn’t fit under your bathroom sink anymore. 

“So, what is it tonight, huh?” you sat it down on the edge of the sink and glanced over at your wounded friend, now situated on the side of the tub. 

Your cat still glued to his side, one of his hands tangled in the soft grey fur behind Cosmo’s ears as the other one worked at shredding his black jacket, “just some idiot with a knife that got a bit lucky,” his breathing got heavy as he struggled with the other sleeve. 

Kneeling down in front of him, you swiftly took over his actions, removing his outerwear the rest of the way for him, “where?”

“Shoulder and a few down here,” he motioned towards the large red stain on his midsection, his fingers already beginning to lift up his t-shirt. 

“Don’t,” you swatted his hand away and lifted yourself up enough to fish a pair of scissors out of the box.

“Oh, come on,” his head tilted to the side as he tried to argue, “I am barely hurt, I can take my shirt off just fine.”

“I know you can,” your face stayed stony, “you can do so many very impressive things, just not right now, tough guy,” as you from the bottom hem began to cut open the black cotton that clung to his skin, “besides, I got you some spare clothes just in case.”

“You didn’t have to do that-”

“Frank, just say thanks,” you sighed, taking the last snip on your journey from the bottom up to the collar, “I basically got them for free anyway with how cheap they were.”

Lifting yourself up more, being momentarily at eye level with him as he watched you slice open the shoulders and peel the fabric off, “thank you, ma'am.”

After thoroughly washing your hands and sliding on a pair of gloves, you took a closer look at his gnarly cuts, gently inspecting his bruised cheek as well to make sure it wasn’t anything else. 

“I don’t have any more of the fun stuff,” you spoke as you fished out the rest of the supplies needed, “but I can offer you some aspirin if you want.” 

“Nah,” his low voice rumbled as you wetted a cotton ball with some saline, “just do it.”

“Alright,” you exhaled and began to dap and clean his wounds, the only indication of pain you received being the uncontrollable twitch his eyes occasionally did as they tracked your movements, washing over his tender flesh and wiping the crimson away. 

“I see this one’s healing quite nicely,” you commented as you caught sight of the newly scabbed over bullet wound that you’d patched up not too long ago, “at least you didn’t go and get yourself shot again, so that’s always something,” you tossed the last of the stained cotton rounds into the sink as your gloved fingers then began to thread the curved needle already clasped in the cold metal of your forceps. 

“Wasn’t hard to mess it up when you patched it up so good,” he watched you, both of his hands now simply resting on the porcelain of the tub, his novelty haven worn off slightly, so Cosmo had freed his good hand and moved on to curling up on the bathmat by the door. 

“You ready?” you asked out of habit before you let the needle pierce his flesh. 

“Yep,” he replied, a series of heavy breaths and low grunts followed suit as you closed up the cuts tainting his already scared abdomen, the muscles tensing slightly underneath your fingers as you did. 

Stoic as ever, Frank took every stitch like the brick wall that he was, not complaining once as his wounds one by one got closed up and then covered with large white bandages. 

As you worked on the last one that luckily missed his collarbone, your sutures slowed down as the storm within your mind grew. Now situated beside him on the edge of the bathtub, it was hard for him not to notice how your bottom lip had begun to tremble. 

“Please don’t-…” he spoke, averting his usually unwavering gaze as you tied off the last knot and cut the thread, “you already know that you can’t tell me anything that will make me stop, so please don’t ask me.”

“Frank, I would never-…” you set the tools down and blinked back at him, honestly slightly offended that he’d even ask you after all of this time, “you know me well enough to be certain that I’d never ask you to change, to stop before-…” shutting your eyes a second, you said, “look, I can do a lot, but I can’t do everything. What happens the day when you stumble in here with something that I can’t just fix, that I don’t have the right means to-…” you let your head momentarily slumped down against the mass of his shoulder, “and if you refuse to let me call an ambulance? Or even worse, if you don’t get here in time, if you don’t get to me, if you go and die on me in some ally somewhere, I just-…” your voice broke as your forehead softly collided with his own, “just get to me in time, okay?” you felt sharp tears sting the corners of your eyes, “come to me even if it’s just a scratch, because as brilliant as you are, I don’t trust those crappy first aid skills of yours one bit,” the essence of a smile accompanied that teasing comment as you blinked up at him once more with glossy eyes, “come to me, because if you don’t, if you get hurt, if you die, and I could have prevented that, then I don’t know how-… how-…” 

Your broken words trailed off as your eyes unintentionally flickered down towards his full lips and before you had time to think, you’d leaned in and crashed your lips against his own. 

He still tasted of blood, though that fact didn’t bother you as much as you’d imagined it would. You felt one of his large palms find the side of your face as his mind eventually caught up and he began to reciprocate the unexpected kiss. As you realised what you were doing, your anxious mind feared the worst and you swiftly tried to back up to apologise for your sudden actions, though the fingers that had travelled to the back of your head and kept you there long enough to let his lightened pecks upon your lips be enough of an answer to soothe your worries. 

“So,” his fingers lingered in your hair a moment longer as you parted ways, “I’m guessing that might have something to do with why you don’t want me dying in an ally somewhere, huh?” 

“Why?” you breathed, biting down on the soft smile that bloomed, “you got a problem with it?”

Disappearing completely in your eyes, he simply shook his head, beaming back at you as if he hadn’t just been through a meat grinder earlier tonight. 

“You know,” you eventually opened your mouth again as his intense gaze sent a shy tingle down your spine, “some patient's mom dropped off a bunch of cookies today,” you stared down at your nervous fingers as they fiddled with the fabric of one of the bulky pockets on the leg of his dark pants, “they were like insanely good, so I kinda smuggled a bunch of them home with me…”

“Oh, yeah?” a small chuckle bubbled within his throat. 

“Yeah…” you kept your gaze away from his as your thumb nervously drummed against his meaty thigh, “just thought that maybe you would like one, just since, you know, you had kinda a rough night, so it only seems fair for you to get a cookie…” 

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[satrs]

Happily Ever After!

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ; How they proposed to you!

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ; Gojo Satoru. Geto Suguru. Fushiguro Toji.

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ; 1.1k

TAGS; fluff, fluff, FLUFFFF!!! mention of marriage(obv). soft guysss.

ᥲ/ᥒ ꜝꜝ ✎ felt the need to write lovely-dovey stuff abt them sooo// part 2!?!?!?!

GOJO SATORU

You got used to Satoru's goofy persona, unable to predict what his mischievous mind would scheme next. You loved every last bit of his spontaneity, getting up every day in an impassable way, Satoru ready to jump in as you aid, leading the way to another exciting episode.

"Okay, so I've been thinking." "Ohhh, doesn't sound good." He looked at you, offended by your words. "Hey!" You chuckled at his child-like behavior, urging him to continue. "It's random but, I thought about your surname. And no offense," he stopped himself, finger pointing at his chin in thought, "Alright, a bit offense from my end - it doesn't suit you at all."

You raise your eyebrow, stopping in your tracks as you crane your head in his direction, "And what do you want me to do about that?" He ignored your sarcastic tone, snipping his fingers before pointing at you, smug smirk adoring his moisturized lips. "That's the spirit! You should change it! To mine, of course."

You stood there, dumbfounded, surprised by his sudden confession. Was this one of his jokes again? "So, you want to marry me?" He looked at you, excited glint in his eyes as he nodded eagerly, taking your hand back in hand ready to continue your walk.

"Wait, wait." You stop him, curious orbs falling on you. "You do know that's a blunt proposal right now? Without a ring or any of that movie stuff?"

He chuckled, walking right before you as he looked down at you, caressing your cheek with his hand, actions motivated by pure love and adoration.

"I could teleport anywhere in the world and buy the most precious and expensive ring you cloud dream of, baby." You were left speechless again, watching him turn around, whistling while continuing his path. "If you say yes, that is."

You giggle, hot on his trail, your hand interwinding with his. "Well then, yes. I would love to marry you, Satoru."

And behold, the white-haired sorcerer woke you up the next day, a bright smile stretching across his lips as he was in the middle of sliding a ring onto your finger.

And it was truly even more breathtaking than you ever imagined it to be.

GETO SUGURU

He was 100% sure and ready for this. He planned every last bit of this thoroughly and was ready to call you up and tell you where to meet him-

"There you are! Knew you would be here." He froze, color drained from his features as he looked at you as if you were a ghost. "How did you-"

His eyes widened as you walked up to him, holding up what seemed to be a checklist - oh, shit.

"To-do list for Y/N's proposal", you read out loud, going on. "Head to her favorite place and set everything up. Decoration," you looked around the place, nodding in approval as you did a 'tick' motion with your finger. "Check." He must've forgotten the list on the dining table. Unlucky wretch.

You scanned over the list, almost bursting out in laughter at the face the black-haired man was making. "Everything is done. But there is one thing missing."

Your gaze lifted up to meet his eyes, only to notice him kneeling down, propping up a casket that contained one eye candy of a ring, a sigh of defeat leaving him. "Yeah, yeah. The main event."

Your once playful facade threatened to crumble as you felt the corner of your eyes sting at his words. "So, my darling detective, will you marry me?"

Unable to speak, too scared your voice would crack so you simply nod, forming the word 'yes' with your mouth, and as he put the ring on your finger, the waterfall was already running. "Well, didn't write this down to happen but, 'check' I guess." You laugh between tears at his joke, earning a snicker in return. "Oh, shut up."

Your teary eyes look up at him and he puts his hand on your cheek, wiping your vision clear with his thumb before placing a soft kiss on your nose, lips resting on yours right after before whispering his following words against them.

"So, do you want to know what's on the list next or not?" This caught your attention, lifting your hand up to your face and admiring the ring for a moment, smiling to yourself before averting your gaze to the list.

"A picnic?" Your gasp made him chuckle. "Yup. Figured you're reaction would be to die for." He took your hand in his to lead you to the scenery he laid out, your tears threatening to flow again at his effort.

"Urgh, my mascara is all smugged because of you now", you groan playfully, taking his face in your hold to capture his lips, feeling his smile against your lips. "You're welcome."

FUSHIGURO TOJI

Toji had to think about this really well and be completely ready for this big step himself. Since he was already married once, which ended in a divorce, he thought that marriage just wasn't meant for someone like him until he met you.

The both of you lay in bed, cuddling and talking about nothing and everything at the same time. It was when Toji looked up at you from his position on top of you, head lifting from your neck as his orbs examined your face that your giggle soon fell dead.

"Hm?" The cute expression you offered him made him lightly chuckle. "I don't know, maybe it's too early." You flashed him a confused look, eyebrow raising as you carefully sneaked out of his hold, sitting up on the bed to listen to him continue. "Too early for what?"

You grew impatient with every laugh he choked out, arms crossing over your chest. "Toji."

Shit- he was nervous. There is no doubt he was a confident man but, this was different. His first marriage wasn’t successful, and he’s scared that this might also go downhill. But there is no way, right?

“Tojiiii.” Alright, fuck it. He snickered, turning around to reach over for the nightstand as you try to peek over his shoulder, curious about what he is searching for on the shelf.

Your whining fell deaf, eyes widened with an unreadable expression on your face, almost making him regret his intention. “So…?” He managed to choke out, clearing his throat right after, awaiting your answer.

It was his turn to be surprised as tears rolled down your face, bright smile on your lips as you hug him, almost squeezing the life out of him.

“Is that a no?” He covered his troubles with a nervous laugh, chuckle growing in confidence after you answer.

“Yes! I mean, no.” You slapped his shoulder playfully at his raised eyebrow, "You know what I mean", a worried expression on your face once you notice the ring almost falling from his hand.

“Careful now. Worked my ass off for this bling. Now gimme your hand, gorgeous. You know how it goes.”

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[oddballwriter]

You Look Sexy

Summary: They always say that no matter how you look, your boyfriend will always find you sexy and still want to have sex with you. And they're right. 

Warnings: This is a smut. Involving penetration (of the reader), nudity, fingering (reader receiving) mentions of cum, and no condom usage (wrap before tap). There is no breeding kink or coming inside of anyone, Marc pulls out. The reader is gender-neutral and there are no specific pronouns or specific sexual anatomy that they have.

Author’s Snip: Made a smut for Marc. That's really it.

Notes: It's just Marc here. There are no mentions of Steven or Jake at all, and also, you live together as a couple but you live in your own place together instead of Steven's flat or Marc's little unit. 

You stopped in your tracks a bit when you saw Marc eyeing up from your shared bedroom with that look as you stepped out of the bathroom after having taken a shower.

"What?" you genuinely ask, not knowing what he could possibly be seeing that he liked. "Nothing," Marc spoke, "You just look really sexy right now." he says.

Your hair was set up for bed, you had a pour strip on your nose, and you were wearing a pair of pajama pants from a set that has long since lost its matching shirt and your novelty grad t-shirt that you've had since high school, of which has been run through the laundry so much that the logo and year are hanging on for dear life at this point.

You have no idea what the hell he's on about.

"This is sexy?" you question, gesturing to the entirety of your person. "Well, you're always sexy to me, so yeah." Marc shrugs. "Alright," you reply, in a 'suit yourself' tone, as you sit on your side of the bed and set your eyes on the TV to watch whatever channel Marc landed on while you showered.

But as soon as you nested yourself into a comfy position, Marc scooted himself right next to you and went straight to pressing kisses into the curve of your neck and shoulder. You gently push him away, "Take a shower, Spector. I just showered and I'm not letting you give me a reason to have to take one again." you say.

Marc teasingly rolls his eyes and slides off the bed, taking his towel with him as he makes his way to the shower.

After a while, the door to the bathroom opens up, revealing Marc as he walks out. It wasn't a surprise that he came out with just a town wrapped around his hips since he usually changes into his all clothes outside of the bathroom. But you did always bite your lip just a little when you saw him.

Marc catches you staring at him the same way he did to you and smirks. "What's the difference with me?" he asks, even though you're sure he already knows the answer. "The difference is that you actually look hot when you come out of the shower." you answer, "I also don't come out practically naked." you add.

"Being practically naked helps make certain things easier," Marc says as he stalks close to the bed and touches your thigh, gently pushing it away from the other. You huff in amusement at the situation you're in right now. Here Marc is, looking like literal sex appeal, and he's trying to get all over you, in your ragged pajamas.

You don't stop him, of course. You let him gently grab your leg and carefully bring you closer to him at the edge of the bed. Setting your legs apart, standing in the spot between them, and moving his head towards its previous spot between your neck and shoulder.

You move your arms around his waist while his hands take their time wandering around yours. You're pressed against him, your front right up against his damp skin. You start to feel a few things. Not just throb between your legs, but also Marc's hands on your thighs, kneading on the plush skin through the fabric of the pajama pants, and the tent growing under his towel.

It was tell that you were both just feeling everything out and letting the motions take you where you wanted to go. You knew that Marc was basking in the smell of your body wash on your skin, something you were all too familiar with. Honestly, if you weren't in love with him and didn't also have the habit of doing it too, you would think it was weird. Creepy, even.

Eventually, Marc tests the waters and moves his hands closer toward the hem of your pants' waistband and pauses there in a wait. You drift you hand down to where the edges of the towel tucked into each other, quietly giving him the go-ahead.

Marc hooks his fingers around the waistband of both your pajamas and underwear, dragging to downwards till they were far from your now exposed core. As for him and his towel, you gently pulled the edges only a bit, but it was enough for the whole thing to come undone and have the towel fwlop to the floor.

Now Marc was, gloriously, completely naked, instead of practically naked. His hard-on clearly had been waiting a while for the foreplay to be over. "God you're so sexy." Marc mutters under his breath as he takes a full look at you. You still aren't sure what he's on about, but hey, you were enjoying where this was taking you.

He glides his hand towards your entrance, placing two fingers just before it and glancing back towards you to ask for consent, to which you happily give. He's slow with it, gently easing them into you and letting you get used to the feeling. He moves them around a bit, in just the right way, feeling around before finding the spot you like and grazing it for a bit, helping the path get used to the feeling of something being in there before he went all in. You quietly moan and whisper his name to yourself, occasionally rocking your hips to simulate a pumping motion.

Marc presses kisses on your lips. You feel the texture of his semi-chapped lips, and the occasional poke of his tongue to yours when you would open your mouth slightly.

After a bit, Marc pulls his fingers out of you. Your body shivers a bit with dissatisfaction, your body wanting him to keep petting at that spot. But he didn't leave it without something for long.

He wraps the hand he used to finger you around himself, giving a few lazy strokes to get the blood back to the desired places. Then, he takes the tip and does the same as he did with his fingers, only having it just outside and glances up to you.

"I already let you finger me, Marc. You don't need to ask." you tease, leaning back onto the bed and propping yourself up with your elbows.

Marc breathes out a chuckle, almost conveying 'You have a point' before he lines himself up to your entrance better and pushes himself in slowly. He stops himself bit by bit to make sure you get used to the feeling. He gets it all in. And he knows that he's just below the spot, your reaction giving it away.

He moves at a snail's pace, pulling out and then back in. Hearing you whimper a bit at the slight discomfort and gently shushing you. "Just tell me if it starts actually hurting, baby." Marc stays at his slow pace till your breaths of discomfort turn into those of pleasure. "There we go." he says as he moves his hands to gently grab your hips so that he can properly speed up the pace and keep it consistent.

You moan both from the movements but also whenever the head of his cock grazes your g-spot.

He knows he could go faster. That he could just thrust hard into you and have you going nuts from him hitting the spot. But that's not what he wants to do. If he's going hit the spot and have you coming tonight, he's gonna do it nice and slow, because when you get fucked like this, you sound just as sexy as you look to him.

Marc does pick up a bit, and he can tell that it's enough to hit the inside of you just right and get him off too. It's the right pace and he's managed to keep to it without needing to hold your hips to guide him.

With his hands now free, he moves them towards you, pulling you up towards him. Your sweet moans cover up the soft patting sound of your skin hitting each other. Your hands move to new places now. Yours go around him and your nails gently dig at the still, somewhat damp skin. One of Marc's keeps you close and the other goes to the back of your thigh and lifts the leg a bit, gently squeezing it.

Marc steadies his breath the best he can, trying to keep himself together as to have this all last as long as he can. But it's hard to do with your moans and the feeling of your walls constricting bit by bit around him.

"Marc..." you breathe out before having a moan come out right behind your words. You continue to moan as you bury your face into his chest. Your teeth graze just a little on his skin, but still, give him something else to have his mind preoccupied with and threaten to make him get to the end faster than he wants.

He huffs a bit harder. You get tighten and get louder. Your arms meekly move in a motion that causes him to go a bit faster and deeper. He maintains the pace for you, drawing out more moans from you and other sounds.

"You feel great." he praises through moans of his own. He can feel himself get a bit sloppy with his thrusts, with his hips shuttering a few times. There's also the fact that he's starting to bend down more as he thrusts, partially losing his posture and also doing it to get a bit deeper into you.

The knot feeling inside of you gets tighter as you get closer and closer to your climax and orgasm. Your body acting more on its own behalf in trying to get more. You're getting there. But you want to be there already. "Go faster." you beg as you move your hand up to squeeze Marc's shoulder.

Marc lets out a groan as he does what he's told. The patting sound gets louder and more frequent.

The hand that Marc was using to hold you close goes back to its former place on your hip so that he can keep the pace properly since he was already starting to lose himself a bit.

The knot gets tighter, and tighter the more he hits your g-spot and you get to your climax quick. You let yourself moan in whatever way it comes out, not caring if you are loud enough to be heard by your neighbors. Marc was close too, but you knew that he wouldn't let himself come until you did, so you let your orgasm wash over you whenever it wanted to instead of trying to hold out.

It felt good. Great, actually. As any orgasm would. Your insides tightened and twitched, clearly being felt by Marc as he kept going as best he could to add to the feeling.

Marc kept going, though his thrusts were sloppy now, just wanting to chase his high and get there too. When he did, he pulled out, letting himself come on your stomach and come back down through panting.

After both your breath settled and your heartbeats slowed back down to their regular paces, Marc walked to his wardrobe, put on a pair of boxers, and throwing you an extra pair to wear after you cleaned his cum from your stomach.

"That was sexy." you comment as you crawl back onto the bed and cover yourself with the covers, turning off the TV in the process.

[jae-bummer]

Kissing the Cook

Request: If I may make a request . . . 17, your bias is Yoo Kihyun (Monsta X)

Prompt:

17) Your friend (who is already dating one of the members) sets you up with your bias.

Pairing: Monsta X Kihyun x Reader

Genre: Fluff

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"I'm not doing it," Kihyun said finitely, crossing his arms.

"You're definitely doing it," Minhyuk hummed, adjusting his collar in the mirror. He glanced over his shoulder at the ever so slightly younger member and smirked. "Get dressed."

"You can't tell me what to do."

"Can and will," Minhyuk chimed.

Kihyun heaved a deep sigh before pulling himself up from the couch. Nodding to himself in reassurance, he looked to Minhyuk again. "Where are we going?"

"A place," Minhyuk said simply, spinning around. "How do I look?"

"Like a menace to society," Kihyun muttered. "But that's no different from any other day."

"Rude," Minhyuk clucked. Fishing his phone from his slacks, he began to type quickly. "No rush, but we have to leave in like ten minutes."

"Ten minutes?!" Kihyun whined. He looked down to his pajama bottoms and bleach stained shirt. "I need to shower."

"Sounds a lot like a you problem."

"A me problem that is rapidly becoming a you problem!" Kihyun pointed out. Stomping down the hall he cursed quietly to himself while he heard Minhyuk chuckling behind him.

"Nine minutes!"

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You held fast to your best friend's hand as she navigated you toward an ominous building. "Why have you been so secretive about this whole thing?"

"Me?" Mina squeaked, looking at you with innocent eyes. "Secretive? I don't know the meaning of the word!"

"You are chaos incarnate and your boyfriend is even worse," you grumbled. Choosing to snatch your hand from hers, your eyes began to roam the small information plate noting what businesses operated in the building.

"I take offense to that," she laughed. "Mostly for myself. Minhyuk is admittedly a goblin."

"Yah!" a voice gasped from behind the two of you. "I heard that!"

Spinning around, you were face to face with Mina's partner in crime AND life, Lee Minhyuk. They weren't the sickeningly sweet couple everyone expected them to be, but troublemakers in every sense of the word. They fueled each other's nonsense like no other and frankly it was exhausting even being in both of their presence at once.

"Baby!" Mina grinned, throwing her arms around Minhyuk's neck. She gave him a quick kiss before springing back again.

"Hey," he smiled, eying his girlfriend with every ounce of love in his body. Shaking himself from her spell, he looked toward you and grinned. "Hey, Y/N!"

"Hi, Minnie," you grumbled, rubbing your hand over your opposite arm. Third wheeling again, what a treat.

The sound of someone clearing their throat just behind Minhyuk signaled that you needed to reevaluate your previous thought.

"Sorry!" Minhyuk huffed as he sidestepped. With a smile, he motioned to the person who was standing at least ten feet away from him. "Kihyun is...here!"

Your eyes widened as you assessed the man that had been labelled as part of your group for the evening. The two of you had met informally many times before, but for some reason, the familiarity couldn't halt the butterflies springing to life in your stomach.

While you knew who Kihyun was and even a bit of his personality, you had never hung out with intention. Making eyes at each other across the table at game nights or eagerly eating whatever food he chose to prepare were the height of your interactions.

"Ahhh," you finally managed. "Hi?"

"Hi," Kihyun nodded politely. He glanced from you to Minhyuk and then back again. His eyes set on yours for only a moment, the contact making you instantly shy. Kihyun smirked before looking away, his ears turning a bright red in the process.

"Isn't this great?" Minhyuk nodded. "You're single. Kihyun's desperate. It's perfect."

"Hey!" Kihyun snipped, glaring at his friend. "I'm not desperate."

"He's not very self aware," Minhyuk continued in a hushed voice. "But he is very cute, isn't he?"

This caused Kihyun to roll his eyes. You tried to stifle your giggle as he motioned to the staircase leading inside the building. "Can we please do whatever it is we are here to do?"

"Yes, of course," Minhyuk nodded, pleased with himself. Launching forward, he grabbed Mina's hand in his and started charging up the stairs. Left alone with Kihyun, you gave him an exasperated grin.

Smiling in return, he stepped forward. "Sorry about him."

"Unnecessary," you laughed. "Let's catch up before we're left behind."

"Honestly," Kihyun muttered, looking over his shoulder in both directions. "That might not be the worst idea."

"I'm sorry, what?" you croaked. Sure, you hadn't expected to be dragged on a double date tonight, but you were kind of offended that he wanted to bail.

Laughing, he shook his head. "Who the hell knows what these two signed us up for. I think I have something better in mind."

..

"Can you tie this for me?" Kihyun asked, spinning around so his back faced you.

"Of course," you hummed, taking the strings from his hands. You had never realized how wide his shoulders were until you were up close. Chewing on your lip, you absently tied the apron as you eyed him from behind.

After consulting Google for the better part of your two block jog away from your friends, Kihyun had finally settled on bringing you back to the Monsta X dorm. He could cook you dinner with whatever they had laying around and you would be delivered to Mina as soon as the happy couple arrived back home. It had made all of the sense in the world.

The adrenaline pumping through your veins quickly subdued by the time you were perched on the bar stool in front of him. Now the nerves danced around in your body, trying to keep cool as you watched him cut vegetables.

"Are you sure you don't need help?" you asked, itching for something to do instead of sitting in silence.

"Uuuuh," Kihyun hummed, looking around the kitchen. His gaze finally settled on the task before him and he gave a short nod. "You know what, why don't you cut these?"

"Sure," you squeaked, instantly regretting your request. It wasn't like you were a bad cook, Kihyun was just much more proficient.

Hopping off of the chair and making your way to where he was standing, you were surprised as he took up a spot directly behind you. Lifting a spare apron over your front and dropping it at your neck, you felt his nimble fingers find the ties at your side. Remaining painfully still, you waited as he tied the fabric. Taking a short step back, he pointed around you at the knife you would need.

"Alright, take that one," he said, his voice a breath in your ear. "And we're going to want to cut this as thin as possible."

"Okay," you whispered, picking up the utensil with one hand and a clove of garlic in the other.

"We want it so thin that it'll essentially melt in the pan," he continued.

You nodded. Of course this made all of the sense in the world when it was coming out of Kihyun's lips.

Kihyun lips.

You grimaced as you cut the first slice of garlic much too thick. You needed to stop focusing on the cute boy leaning into you and the task at hand.

Proving to be the most difficult task in the world, your body nearly collapsed as Kihyun stepped closer. His firm chest settled against your back as he reached around you and took the knife from your hand.

"Watch," he said quietly, slicing it perfectly because of course he did. "Just like that."

Good God.

"Just like that," you croaked. You thought about swiveling around to address him, but instantly thought better of it. "Maybe I was more helpful watching you than actually helping."

You could feel his huffed laugh against your neck as he continued to chop. "You're giving up this easily?"

"Well, no," you said, now a bit embarrassed. "I think I may just be getting in the way though."

"Who said that's a bad thing?" he teased, closing what limited distance was between you. You tried not to choke on your own saliva.

"It's crazy, isn't it?" he asked, picking up another clove and beginning his ministrations.

"Wh-What?"

"That we were set up," he chuckled. "By two of the most dysfunctional people I think either of us have ever met."

You giggled as you attempted to remain calm. Where was he going with this?

"What do they know about other's compatibility?" he continued. His chin was basically set on your shoulder. You took a deep breath, lavishing in whatever spicy ginger cologne he was wearing.

"Well," you managed. "They certainly knew that they were-"

"The end of times?" Kihyun finished. "I'm convinced their love is going to bring forth the apocalypse."

"So..." you chuckled, trying to put on a brave face. "What do you think they were expecting to bring forth with our match?"

Kihyun paused. You could almost hear his gears turning as he set down the items in his hands. Leaning slowly back, you instantly regretted that whatever you had said caused him to retreat.

"Something...easy," he said, his voice suddenly gravelly. "Something they knew would work if they nudged us hard enough."

Hardly believing what you were hearing, you carefully spun to look at him. His handsome face was hard to read, but you definitely saw something there. The way his lips parted ever so slightly, the way his eyes searched yours...it was want. Kihyun wanted whatever this was.

"You...you'd think we'd make a good match then?" you squeaked, needing the confirmation.

Kihyun sniffed a short chuckle before reaching up. Grabbing you lightly by the back of the neck, his eyes delved into yours one last time before closing the distance. He kissed you fiercely, knocking you off balance. You were immediately caught and then boxed in against the counter behind you. Reaching to set a palm on the surface around either side of your hips, he licked at your bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. Biting it softly, you didn't miss how tense he became when you offered up a whimper.

Tangling your hands around his neck and playing with the short hair at the back of his scalp, you were all fire inside. Before his body had even really touched yours, you were a match waiting to be lit. He knew exactly how to fan the flame.

"Idiot, you left your location on," you heard a familiar voice barge through the door.

Kihyun stopped kissing you and cringed. His body remained locked around yours, no intention of letting you go this soon.

"I can't believe you guys left! We were going to do a rage room and-"

Both Minhyuk and Mina stopped short as they walked into the kitchen. With matching expressions of shock, an awkward silence settled over the room.

Kihyun grimaced before burying his face into your neck and letting out a loud groan.

"We...uh," Mina began, her eyes darting back and forth. "We're just going to go anywhere but here."

"Yep," Minhyuk nodded, his eyes wide. "We'll let you kids get back to uh...whatever that was."

Turning on his heel, Minhyuk tugged Mina with him. "Don't do anything we wouldn't do!"

"The bar is set extremely low then," Kihyun muttered before lifting his face up again. "You laughed as you reached up and rubbed your thumb over his jaw. "Now, where were we?"

[the-chosen-fanfiction]

Zebedee | Someone Like You | Platonic

Your father takes you on a trip to the olive grove, allowing space for a heart-to-heart.

Requested by Xochilt

Your fingers ache with the repeated steps — push the needle into the linen, pull it through until the thread reaches its end, then move it to the other side to make your way back to the front — and a painful cramp shunts through your left hand from holding on so tight. You flinch and flex your fingers for a moment, gritting your teeth in annoyance. “Ouch!” 

“Are you… Thread-ing carefully?” your father’s voice suddenly sounds, causing you to look up with an annoyed expression. He stands in the doorway, shoulders slumping from the lack of reaction to his pun. “That sounded funnier in my head. Anyways, how are you doing, my pomegranate?” 

As Zebedee steps into the room, you give him a look. “For the last time, don’t call me that, please. James and John aren’t letting me hear the end of it already, let alone if you keep giving me that nickname. And, I’m fixing James’ tunic, as eema asked me to do.” 

“And where is your eema right now?” 

You shrug, looking around. Zebedee grins a bit. “You don’t necessarily look like you’re having a good time, you know? And neither of us knows where your mother is, so… Why don’t you join me to the olive grove instead? After all, the boys are out, right…?” He wiggles his eyebrows with a grin as you feel something akin to excitement start to brew under the surface, a smile spreading over your face at the idea. 

“You want to take me to the olive grove?” 

“Of course I do, why not?” 

With a wide smirk, you toss aside your sewing chore and stand up, stretching your sore limbs for you had been sitting down for a while. “My joints are killing me.” 

“You know nothing about joints just yet, pomegran— I mean, (Y/n). Just wait until you reach your fifties. Anyways, I think it is high time for us to spend some time together, no?” 

You smile a bit and accept the cloak he’s holding in your direction. It’s quite chilly this time of year, so you are grateful to put on something warm over your tunic. “Won’t I get in trouble with eema, though?” you ask as an afterthought, even though you are well on your way in putting on the mantle. Zebedee smiles a bit and lifts his shoulders in a shrug. 

“If she causes you trouble for it, just tell her that I needed an extra pair of hands, since that wouldn’t be a lie. I’ve been wanting to check if the trees are in need of pruning, since some branches seem a little troubled after the harvest. Perhaps a quick snip will have stronger twigs sprouting back in no time.” 

Zebedee locks the door behind you two as you step into the streets of Capernaum. Greeting an occasional acquaintance now and then, you make your way over to the stables just outside of town. Zebedee had purchased himself a mule as well as a small cart in order to make it easier to travel to the grove as well as making it so that the harvest didn’t take longer than it should. If all containers of olives had to be carried by hand,  it would have taken until mid-winter to get everything to the press. 

You help your father strap in the animal which he had named Bileam — the story in Torah is about a donkey instead of a mule but that’s by the by — and get onto narrow seat at the front. Zebedee grabs hold of the reins, clicks his tongue and the cart shifts into motion with a jolt. 

“This is a nice change of pace without your brothers talking our ear off, no?” Zebedee jests with a grin.

“I’m sure you’ll make up for their absence, abba.” you counter playfully.

Your father snorts and smiles. “You’re definitely my daughter with that lip of yours.” 

“I got that from eema,” you retort.

Once again, Zebedee laughs.

“Anyways, this is fun. I think we hardly get to spend time together with just the two of us.” 

You hum in agreement, unable to deny that. It isn’t often you get to do something together with your abba. The sun is lower in the sky than usual in spite of it not being late yet and you hug your cloak a bit tighter around yourself against the chill of early winter. The wagon jostles every so often as Bileam unevenly steps over the road, carrying you closer to the olive grove. 

You have only visited it a handful of times, but every time you are there, you feel a sense of serenity in the open field. 

A few dozen trees stand already harvested in a row. Tamar had used her knowledge and assisted in fixing them so that the fruits they bore was lovely once again. “Here we go,” Zebedee says, pulling the mule to a halt with a sound of reassurance towards the animal, who is in need of a break as you hop off the cart. For a moment, you pat Bileam on the neck before turning to your father. 

“It’s been a while since you last joined me here,” Zebedee says, “Let me show you what I have been up to, alright?” You nod and follow him towards the first row of trees, trusting Bileam enough to know that he won’t stray far.

The two of you walk between the olive trees, drinking in the crisp air in the meantime. “So, how is life now that you are no longer on the water?” you want to know, “Do you miss it sometimes?” 

Zebedee hums. “Well, I do miss the smell of the water as well as the adrenaline that a good catch would spark inside of me, but… This is more meaningful. It also allows me to be home more often.” 

“I’ve noticed you aren’t out at night anymore, yeah.” you add onto that. “I’ve heard eema say that she likes that fact. And she’s very proud of you.” 

“Ah, I’ve got a second wind of sorts,” Zebedee hums, separating a few old branches from the trees and handing them to you to hold onto them for now, so that new ones may sprout, “It’s not like I’m getting any younger. Perhaps this profession will help me age more gracefully than being out on the water all day and night will. Then again, it is not the main reason I decided to switch to this kind of work. Of course it’s all for Adonai.” 

You hum a sound as you pick at one of the dry, worn-out branches. “Our lives were so different a year ago, hm?” 

“They really were. If you had told me then that I’d sell my boat and would purchase this grove to make anointing oil instead, I might just have laughed you in the face.” 

Smiling gently at your father, you wonder something. “I’m curious what it is like for you and eema, now that James and John are travelling alongside the Messiah.” 

Zebedee runs a hand through his beard as you veer towards another row of trees. “If anything, I’d say that our marriage is stronger than ever.” Your smile widens at the admission.

“That’s very sweet,” you breathe, “I wish to have a marriage like you two one day.” 

Your father lets out a sound of acknowledgement. “I would definitely recommend it. It’s not about how your spouse can serve you, but how you can serve your spouse.” 

“I see,” you murmur, looking off into the distance for a moment as Zebedee puts a few branches into your arms, which have started to grow increasingly heavy. “I wonder if it is God’s plan for me.” 

“Do not worry, my girl. I’m sure that you’ll find your Godly spouse one day. After all, you’re the sister of Jesus’ followers. Disciples who are generally bachelors save for a few, who are likely going to look for a spouse in a few years.” He grins at you, “Has anyone of them caught your eye yet?” 

You tuck some hair behind your ear to hide your sudden bashfulness. “No, not yet.” 

“If you need a good starting point as to where you could look for someone, I’d start there.” 

With a hum, you smile alt him, knowing that he means well. “Hm. What is it like?” 

“To be married?” 

“Yeah. And how did you know that eema was the one? How did your marriage take shape over the years?”

Your father thinks for a long moment. “When we were younger, let’s say around our mid-teens, I suddenly became friends with your mother more than in the past. Of course, I had often seen her walk around and thought she was a cute girl, but I never actually spoke to her until I had already graduated from yeshiva. I fell fast and I fell hard, let me tell you that. And I knew that I wasn’t the only one, much to my dismay. There was even a time that I considered brawling with a guy twice my size to win her over, but it turned out that he liked one of her friends instead, so luckily I found that out in time.” 

You let out a small laugh at the revelation. “Good that you didn’t end up fighting him. Otherwise I’d have had a toothless abba.” Zebedee flicks your arm and you yelp before the two of you laugh. He loads a few other twigs into your arms. If you don’t dump them into the cart soon, you won’t be able to look at where you’re walking any more, so the two of you head back to check on Bileam for a moment. 

“Let me tell you that I was incredibly delighted and grateful when I found out that your eema felt the same for me as I did for her. Her parents took some time to join in that sentiment, but eventually, I managed to touch their hearts as well.” 

You let the branches fall into the cart, causing Bileam to look up from his grazing in slight disturbance, but he soon he continues eating when he finds no threat in the situation. With a small smile, you turn to your father. “I’m happy that they did, otherwise I wouldn’t have been here.”

“I can’t imagine a life without my beautiful daughter.” Zebedee gently squeezes your arm as the two of you head back to the grove to continue pruning the trees. 

It’s a peaceful task, with the gentle rustling of the leaves around you. “How do I find a Godly man?” you suddenly ask, “I mean, of course there’s the Disciples who would make good candidates. But how do I distinguish between their levels of maturity? What does it look like in men?”

Zebedee lets out a long sigh, pruning a few other olive trees. The clouds part and allow sunlight to stream over the grove. “You know, my dear (Y/n), I don’t think you should worry so much. As long as you stay close to God and follow His commandments, I’m certain that once you come face to face with a potential suitor, that He will guide you through the process of determining whether or not they would be a good match for you. And if you would not be able to figure this out by yourself, you have two big brothers and two parents who know a thing or two about maturity, spiritual or mental.”

You snort a laugh. “James and John, mature?” 

Zebedee chuckles. “Perhaps not yet. But you get what I mean, right?” 

You nod and accept a few more branches that he holds in your direction. “Why all the questions?” he asks, “You are so curious today.”

For a moment, you mull over your reasoning. “I just… I wish to have a husband one day who is a little bit like you. A God-fearing, gentle man who treats his wife with respect and dignity. Who is proud of the achievements of his children and supports them wherever necessary. The kind of man who would do anything for them but would also not be afraid to chastise them when necessary. A man who his children look up to. A man who his wife is safe with.” 

Zebedee, touched by your words, smiles a small smile whilst his eyes glitter with a mixture of awe and bittersweetness. “Oh, I… I don’t know what to say to that. That’s very sweet of you, my pomegranate. I… I’m sure that if you pray to God about it, that He will aid you on your search. You are deserving of a husband who treats you properly and sees you as his equal. However, I think a woman like you won’t have any issues in finding one, hm?” 

“I guess we will see about that, abba,” you murmur as your father concludes your pruning trip by cutting off a few final dry branches and pocketing his knife. 

“Hm. I do have one suggestion that would make it way easier to find a spouse, my dear.” Zebedee suddenly pipes up as you head back to the grazing mule. Subtle sunlight falls over his face when you look at him.

“Yes?” you query, eager to hear it. 

“I think you should make sure that you can make exact copies of your eema’s cinnamon cakes. You know what they say: the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.” 

You laugh at that and bump his shoulder, causing him to flinch and hold it in mock pain. You check up on Bileam before climbing onto the driver’s seat again, Zebedee entrusting you with the reins this time around. 

“I think,” you begin, “That I have already mastered that recipe, thank you very much.” 

Zebedee grins. “Oh yes? That is quite the bold claim there, my dear. I think you should provide evidence for it.” 

You hum, smirking at his quick wit. 

“Challenge accepted,” you say, enjoying the light of the sun in the late-autumn noon, heading back home after some successful quality time.

[valentiyne]

𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 ❀ 𝗅𝗎𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌

Luke Hemmings x Fem!Reader A/N: Although this and Rendezvous aren't necessarily connected, I suggest you read it first so you get a glimpse of Luke. Summary: You thought picking flowers would be a simple task, but not for everyone. Dedicated to: @bartxnhood <3 Warnings: Mild Cursing, Brief mention of infidelity Word Count: 1.8k Copyright © 2023 Valentiyne. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

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The mud sloshed around my boots with every step I took, and the wooden basket in my hand was held with a tight grip. I mentally gagged at the sound of the ground beneath me before plopping down on one knee, pulling a pair of shears from my pocket, and snipping away at the newly blooming tulips.

The flower field a few minutes out of town was in full harvest around this time of year, and I always made an effort to pick a few before the tourists got a chance. It was my little secret, the perfect getaway to be completely alone.

Completely engrossed in the task, I tossed the flowers into the basket and the loose stems right behind me.

"Ow"

I snap my head around, using my shear as a defensive mechanism by holding it up in front of me cautiously.

Behind me stood a man, dressed in casual grey sweatpants and white tank top- both destroyed by the mud.

"You really think that can do some damage?"

"Jesus you scared me", I let out a breathless laugh and dropped the shears into the basket.

"At least you didn't get hit in the face with stems", He gives a light chuckle while looking down at me, offering me a hand. I gladly take it, hoisting myself up and dusting my hands on my pants.

"I'm Luke"

"Y/n"

We exchange a nod to each other before he lifts a hand up, scratching the back of his neck.

"Do you think I can borrow those?", Pointing down towards my basket, I look down to see my shears buried beneath the bed of flowers.

I slowly slip them out and hold them up to him, "Sure I was just about done, just gotta clean up"

He takes the shears from my hand and gives me a polite nod, turning back around and trudging to the next patch of flowers. I whip my head back around to crouch down and begin scooping up the stems into a neat pile. The owners of the plot of land were generous enough to make it open to the public, but profusely complained of the lack of aftercare- so I made an effort to always clean up after myself.

"Shit"

I turn back around to spot Luke, now sitting on his bottom with the shears dangling from his fingers as he examines the various colors of flowers.

"You doing okay over there?" I call out, cupping my hands around my mouth.

He gives a thumbs down, followed by a frown and I smile in return. Grasping ahold of my basket, I turn on my heel to start making my way towards him.

"There's so many to choose from", he breathlessly laughs. He points between the various colors of flowers before us both and I take a seat next to him, not paying any mind to the newfound mud stain on my pants.

"What's the occasion?"

"S'cuse me?", he raises an eyebrow and I motion towards the flowers again.

"Oh- they are kinda," He pauses for a moment, trying to find any way around it before ultimately settling on the bittersweet truth. "For an ex of mine", he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck and I nod in return. "It's not a big deal."

I wasn't sure if I wanted to ask, he seemed nonchalant about the whole thing but I could see behind his front. I could just nod my head and completely change the subject, but I couldn't help myself from slipping the words out of my mouth.

"You trudged through a mile worth of fresh mud and getting worked up over some flowers- it's gotta be deeper than that", I shrug as I slide over, picking the shears off his fingertips and taking his makeshift basket- a grocery bag. He doesn't respond, instead he just gives a faint shrug.

"If it's for someone you love, or loved, i would suggest pink or red", I call before me as I now stand, walking towards the colored flowers and crouch down to pick them accordingly. Luke watches me intensely, his eyes focusing on every small detail and movement of mine.

"I see", he now crouches next to me, taking a flower gently from my hand and picking the loose leaves off the stem.

His eyes dart between mine and his hands, copying my actions to utmost precision- careful to not ruin the delicate flowers.

"Do you want to talk about it?", I finally ask after a few minutes of working together in silence.

He stops moving for a moment, his fingers held onto a leaf as he eyes me without blinking. I stare back at him, examining his features and how his eyes seem to glow a hue of baby blue as bright as the sky above us.

"She was hooking up with my best friend behind my back- for a whole year might I add", he hisses quietly, clearing his throat as he continues to work and talk. "I caught her one night on her way over to his house, in the lingerie I bought... while encased in his hoodie."

I wasn't quite sure what to say. I didn't want to apologize but I also didn't want to reassure him, so I settled on a nod and an apologetic smile.

He turns to me slowly, noticing my awkward gaze before he sighs and drops the shears.

He opens his mouth to speak but I unintentionally cut him off, "I mean why the flowers? Someone like that doesn't deserve any kind of flowers."

"I know, I just... wanted to fix things between us", he rubs his eyes with both palms, dirt coating his sunburnt cheeks now.

"She was the love of my life- and I still can't believe it actually happened. I mean to think, it was right under my nose this whole time but I saw her as this beautiful innocent angel."

I put a hand on his shoulder, watching as he turns away just as a single tear falls down his cheek. He wipes it away just as quickly before blowing air from his mouth,

"I feel stupid, should've seen it sooner... I could've stopped it or-",

"Luke-"

"No, you don't get it, I could've been better-"

I try again, a little louder this time as I squeeze his shoulder, "Luke!"

"What?", He snaps his head towards me, his eyes bloodshot red and his nose just as stained.

I point toward him, causing him to raise his eyebrows in confusion.

"Don't move, there's a ladybug in your hair." I slip my phone from my pocket, snapping a quick picture of him dazzled and confused before flipping the screen around to show him.

He smiles for the first time today, his dimples on display proudly as he laughs quietly. He holds my phone in his hand, zooming in on the ladybug nested in his curls before handing it back to me. I lean over, gently pulling it from his hair, and we both watch as it spreads its wings to fly away quickly.

"That was cool", He brushes a hand through his hair before standing up, offering a hand to me once more. I save the photo to my camera roll and take his hand in mine, holding it for a moment before standing up. He leans over to grab his bag and my basket before trudging his way towards our cars. I followed close behind as best as I could, my shoes sinking further and further into the mud with every step. Luke notices the delay and stops walking, his back facing me as he crouches down to hover over the mud.

"Hop on", He says, turning his head to face me now.

"What? Are you crazy? I'll get mud all over your clothes", He shrugs nevertheless and I sigh, not wanting to put up a fight with the man. I hoist myself onto his back, my legs wrapped around his stomach and arms lazily swung over his shoulders. I rest my chin in the crook of his neck and smile to myself.

We don't say a word the rest of the way to the parking lot, the only noise being the sloshes from his now-ruined converse.

"That's mine," I point to my car parked on the left-hand side and he nods his head, bending down slowly to let me back on my feet.

"Thank you for the ride", I joke and nudge him with my shoulder as we walk towards my car.

"Who said I was doing it for free?", He puts a hand dramatically over his heart and shuts his eyes, "What would you like in return?", I smile up at him, leaning down to take my basket from his grip, noticing the splotches of mud now caked around his white tank top.

"Your number should suffice," He sticks his tongue between his teeth as he smiles and I roll my eyes sarcastically up at his towering figure.

"I suppose that's fair", I hand over my phone to him, letting him put in his information and text himself before he hands it back to me.

We say our goodbye, him awkwardly leaning down for a hug and me extending out a fist for a bump. We both burst into laughter and he pulls me into a bone-crushing hug before jogging his way to his car on the opposite side of the lot.

I sit in my car for a moment, looking over to see the basket of flowers sprawled out, practically overflowing. I turn the car on, adjusting my seatbelt across my chest before putting the car in reverse. As I slowly back out of the parking space, I see a flash of white pass by causing me to slam on my brakes and park my car. I look over to my window to see a breathless Luke at my side, clutching his chest as I slowly roll my window down.

"I-Hold on- I just ran across the whole lot", he takes a few deep breaths before swinging his arm around from behind his back to show a poorly made bouquet stuffed into a water bottle.

"You were right. These flowers need to be given to someone who actually deserves them", he gives a cheeky smile before handing me the bottle through the window, giving a brief thumbs up before turning on the balls of his feet and jogging back to his car.

[sunoorintarou]

Catharsis: Hair holds memories

Phos!reader x (Platonic) Shoko Ieiri

Warnings: Angsty to comfort-ish, general themes found in Catharsis

Notes: The urge to post like 5 parts all at once😔

"Ah, Y/n, it's been a while." Shoko looked up from her desk, noticing your figure in the doorway.

"Shoko - Sensei, sorry for being such a bother." You frowned, nervously scratching the back of your head.

"Not at all. What happened?" She asked, ready to use her cursed technique on you.

"Oh, I'm not hurt, I just-" you paused, looking at your feet. You weren't quite sure if Shoko was the right person to ask, but she was the only person you trusted enough.

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

"I- I want to cut my hair, but I can't do it myself, so I wanted to ask if you could help." You said, fidgeting with your fingers. Shoko's eyes widened, humming as she looked at you before smiling kindly.

"Sure, take a seat."

You were silent as Shoko prepared, waiting for her patiently as she grabbed a mirror, putting it on the desk in front of you.

"How short do you want it? Any styles in mind?" She asked.

"Uhm, pretty short, about here, with messy bangs." You motioned. Shoko's eyes widened, immediately realising who's hairstyle you were taking inspiration from. Her heart softened as she began, letting you think in your own world.

Shoko felt regretful to an extent. Although, unlike the others, she understood that these things simply happened sometimes and no amount of regret could change what had already happened.

You were a bright kid. Kind with the prettiest smile. Shoko thought back to when you first arrived. Before you were allowed to join the team in missions.

You'd spent the majority of your time with her. Acting as her assistant, listening to her intently as she explained how to treat certain words that she didn't need to use her cursed technique for.

You were always so enthusiastic, waiting for your teammates to return from missions, helping her treat minor injuries. Watching over them vigilantly.

In all honesty, Shoko missed you. She missed how you'd spend days at a time with her, helping her with whatever she was doing. She missed when you'd run to her with a wide smile, tackling her in your embrace with a loud, "Shoko - Sensei!". She missed when you'd scold her for smoking with a wisdom beyond your years, claiming you wanted her alive and healthy for as long as you lived, and after that.

She missed when you'd ask her to do your hair, when you'd make silly mistakes and look at her with an innocent smile, when you'd skip class, telling Gojo you were going to the bathroom only to show up at her door. She never had the heart to chase you away. When you'd speak to her about your true feelings and confide your worries in her as if she were your elder sister more than your teacher.

And a part of Shoko wondered that if she'd perhaps said one thing different, if you'd still be the happy child you once were.

Yet, Shoko knew first hand that in the Jujutsu world, lively kids like you never stayed the same.

She thought back to one specific conversation she had with you. One about how hair held memories. And as she snipped away pieces of your hair, she understood your decision.

When she was done, she patted your shoulders, smiling at you. "It looks good on you. You look pretty."

"Thank- thank you, Shoko - Sensei." You looked in the mirror, smiling softly. You were worried your team would find it weird. They had been out on a mission for a while after all.

"Don't worry so much. It looks good."

"Shoko - Sensei, I-" You hesitated. You missed Shoko as much as she missed you. In your mind, however, you couldn't rely on anyone. It would make you weak, after all.

"Here." Shoko suddenly interrupted, pulling out a carton of banana milk from the mini fridge she was supposed to be using to house medication. She handed it to you, your eyes widening at the gesture.

"I always keep some for you here. It's a habit now." She smiled, so gently your eyes began to glaze over. Banana milk was your favorite. You'd always buy at least one a day, claiming that it was to you what cigarettes were to her, just healthier.

When you had started spending the majority of your time with her, she had started buying them for you and keeping them in the fridge so you wouldn't have to run half way across the school to get some. Even though that was months ago, she hadn't stopped. Shoko still waited for you.

"I'm always here, you know. You don't have to tough out your injuries by yourself. You made me buy all those coloured bandages and patterned plasters for a reason. They haven't been used in a while." She laughed.

You looked up at Shoko with teary eyes, lips trembling when she gently ruffled your hair.

You suddenly stood up, looking at the ground as you fiddled with the sleeves of your hoodie. Before Shoko could say anything, you wrapped your arms around her in a quick embrace. Shoko's hugs were always warm and comforting.

"Thank you, Shoko - Sensei." You whispered into her neck, letting your body relax in her grasp for a split second before you pulled away.

"I- I'll visit you next time I get injured." You stuttered, nervously scratching the back of your neck.

"I'll be waiting." Shoko smiled, watching as you left. She sat down at her desk, opening the top shelf. Inside was a picture of a group of teenagers. A boy with white hair, a boy with black hair, and a girl with brown hair.

Shoko inhaled deeply, closing the compartment. A sad smile spread across her cheeks. If there was one thing she wished, it was that you'd never have to feel what she did.

But she supposed it was already too late.

[pandorasfavorite]

Hey bestie!! I thought of another one 🤭

A dom fluff where he’s struggling to cut his shirts into the muscle tees he likes to wear, so the reader shows him the proper way to cut them and when he tries them on they call him handsome and he gets all blushy and cute??

Crafting

AN: Sorry its taking me so long guys, work is kicking my ass but IM DOING ONE REQUEST AT A TIMEEEE.

“Fuck” he whispers under his breath irritated. Dominik holds the shirt up and it’s cut down the side to where it unfixable. You look up from your spot on the bed and you can’t help but laugh at the pitiful view of Dominik sitting on the floor surrounded by odd scraps of clothing. "I thought you said you knew how to do it", you mock his voice, laughing at your own joke and his annoyed look. "I do its just these scissors", he mutters turning back around to look down at his mangled shirts, You roll off the bed and walk over to him with confidence, "Yeah the scissors". You pluck the scissors out of his hands and sit next to him on the floor hearing him grumble the words, "I had it" under his breath.

You lean over and kiss his cheek lingering for a moment, "I know you did, I just wanted to be next to you", you whisper to him. Even though it isn't the complete truth and Dominik definitely needed help; it made him feel less embarrassed. You snatch up a shirt off the floor and pull it in front of you all laid out, you put the scissors in front of you and Dominik opening and closing them to be dramatic. Dominik rolls his eyes but smiles none-the-less slipping his hand to sit on your thigh while you teach him. "Okay so what you do is cut close to this hem here, but don't cut along the hem because it will fall apart", you speak quickly moving your hands and working at the shirt at the same time. Dominik is quiet not looking at the shirt but at you and the rapid pace at your lips are moving, he's thinking about how your lips could be moving against his.

Snap. "Babe are you paying attention?", You snapped your fingers in front of his face with an unbothered surprised face of your own, thinking his staring was kind of cute. Dominik sits up straighter saying "huh" before actually taking the time to process what you said, "Oh! Yea cut the hem of the shirt". You lightly slap his chest and gasp, "No cut close or-", "Or it will fall apart. I remember", he says squeezing your thigh in affection. You raise an eyebrow at him pursing your lips like you're determining if that's true, "Mhm Okay you're off the hook for now" You point your finger at him. Dominik leans over and kisses the side of your head with an 'Okay mami". You look at him from the side at the pet name unable to control how much you love it.

You snip at a few more shirts he had on the floor then you finish and Dominik shoves all the scraps into a pile, collecting everything. Once he throws them away he moves to pick up the shirts and fold them but you catch his hand grinning. "Try them on", Dominik looks confused for a moment staring at you dumbfounded, "Babe I already know the shirts fit me". You could care less if they fit him, you want to see your hard work put to use right now. You shrug at him while holding out a shirt for him to try on. Dominik looks at you and breaks into a smile, "Fineee" he rolls his eyes playfully. You bat your eyelashes at him and he leans down to peck your lips before walking into the bathroom right across from where you were sitting.

Dominik is quick to slip on the muscle shirt but without his black gear on, completely shirtless underneath. He throws open the door and walks through the walkway using his hands to show off his outfit. "Ohh Im liking this right here", you sit up from the floor to move your body along with your eyes. You move your head to see every inch of skin that isn't covered by the shirt but also how well they compliment. You toss another shirt at Dominik and motion for him to turn around and walk back into the bathroom, 'Last one!" he yells from the bathroom. You roll your eyes, "We're just getting started!" you yell back, Dominik sharing the same look from inside the bathroom.

This muscle shirt is black with lots of purple and green, you'd consider those to be his color, it compliments him almost too well. He walks out of the bathroom acting annoyed but you can tell it's not genuine. "Oh babe, this one is good. Makes me want to take you right here", your voice goes seductive and you look up at Dominik. His cheeks are red and he exhales heavily wetting his lips from where his mouth went dry suddenly. You toss one more shirt at him and ask him, "Just one more". Dominik couldn't deny you even if you made him try on 100 more shirts. "One more".

He comes out of the bathroom throwing his arms up in a flex turning every which way to show his mucules. You whistle at him, standing up off the floor to approach him. You pull him closer by the shirt's sides, both chest to chest. "Looking good handsome", you whisper against his lips, looking into his eyes that resemble a melting pot of love and adoration. His cheeks go ablaze again at the name and proximity in the moment, his hand moves to hold the side of your face, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip. "Trying to get me going?", he whispers back to you, "I don't know is it working?" you ask back. Dominik breaks and smiles largely pulling your lips to his, holding both sides of your face now, laughing into the kiss and pulling you into a dip. Every time you part he comes back for more kissing you like it would be his last.

[im-a-wonderling]

White Moves First, Part 3 ~ Edmund Pevensie

Massive thanks to @writing-on-the-wahl​ for all her help. I hope you guys enjoy!

Summary: Despite the distance between their two lands, Y/N, princess of Archenland, is close friends with King Edmund the Just. But when push comes to shove, will friendship turn to more?

Warnings: Rabadash continuing to be sleazy and a horrible understanding of how chess works lol

Word count: 4.8k

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Typically, the morning after a ball, most of the court to stayed in bed until noon, including most of the advisors on my father’s council, which meant when I awoke, there would be no council meeting to listen in on for hours. 

My curated beauty had done its part last night, so when I awoke, I dressed in my simplest dress: a green gown with dark laces on the front instead of on the back, which allowed me to put it on with no assistance. With no council meeting to eavesdrop on until later, I stole some breakfast from the kitchens and made my way to the gardens with scissors and a basket. In summertime, I loved to pick a bouquet for my rooms, and if I was going to be occupying myself for the morning, this was the best way to do it. 

The herbs and vegetables used by the kitchens were grown behind the castle, in the space between the castle and the wall surrounding Anvard, so the castle gardens were purely for enjoyment. 

Blooms of every kind blossomed, some hidden by the tall hedges, others raised so they could be seen from anywhere. From what others told me, my mother’s favorite pastime was to walk amongst the flowers of every shape and color. Apparently nothing had been planted here without my mother’s approval, and since she passed, my father liked to keep everything exactly the way she’d liked it. 

A ring of large trees had been planted around the garden, offering me enough of a shield to keep me from being spotted, but I still ventured deep into the garden. After being watched by the entire court last night, I craved the privacy to think and feel anything I wanted.

Breathing in the fresh smells surrounding me, I stopped in front of a bush of white roses, reaching out to brush a rose that hadn’t quite bloomed yet with my finger. 

“Y/N!”

I glanced up to see Edmund walking towards me, the new sun behind him highlighting bits of his brown hair and making it seem like he wore a shining crown. As he drew nearer, I noticed his clothing was not that befitting his station, but a plain green tunic with brown trousers. In contrast to his relaxed attire was the sword strapped to his waist. 

Why was he here? Had he been on his way to spar and then noticed me? That can’t be right, I thought to myself. If he’d been simply walking past the garden on the way to the barracks, he wouldn’t have seen me. 

“Good morning!” I called brightly, using my scissors to clip the young rose and setting it into my basket. 

Edmund merely nodded, coming to a stop in front of me. 

“Were you trying to match me?” I asked with a sly smile, motioning to his outfit and then mine. 

He didn’t reply. He merely stood there, studying my face with something unidentifiable in his eyes. 

“Did you sleep well?”

He hesitated and then nodded again. “Did you?”

I snipped another rose. “As well as I could after spending an evening with Prince Rabadash.” Out of the corner of my eye, Edmund tensed, his grip on his sword tightening. “Only time will tell if my father got the clarity he wanted.” 

Edmund rolled his shoulders a couple times, as if the muscles were sore. “There’s going to be another council meeting after lunch. We can meet in the drawing room after, and I’ll tell you about it.”

“I would like that.” 

Silence fell between us as heavy as a baby elephant and not half as adorable. The dark-haired king’s gaze fell to his feet, as if he were checking to make sure he wasn’t too close to the edge of a cliff. 

“What’s wrong?” 

Edmund jerked his head up. “Wrong? Nothing. Nothing’s wrong.”

I shot him a rare, reproachful look. “Don’t pretend. Not with me.” Edmund sucked his lips into his mouth, looking more upset than he had before. “What’s going–”

“You danced with Rabadash nine times last night.” 

I could do nothing but blink. Was there some significance about nine dances? And why had he counted in the first place? “And?”

“And you danced with me once.”

Oh. 

“Edmund, you can’t read into–”

“You said that you didn’t like him. That he was an…” Edmund’s cheeks colored, and I nearly laughed at his inability to repeat what I’d called Prince Rabadash. “Yet you danced with him.” He shuffled his feet, not meeting my eyes. 

Was he upset? Did he somehow think that I preferred that worm to him?

The very idea was laughable. 

And yet the sadness on Edmund’s face was so deeply etched, I could feel it emitting from him like a harsh wind. 

I dropped the scissors, brushing off my hands. “My father asked me to.”

Edmund’s eyes shot to my face, eyebrows drawn together. “He asked you to dance with Rabadash?”

“He asked me to…” I sighed, folding my arms across my chest to combat the creeping feeling slinking across my skin. “To stay close to him, I guess?”

Edmund’s frown was leagues darker than I’d ever seen. “How close?”

“Close enough to convince him not to attack Archenland.” I bent down to retrieve my scissors. “Unfortunately, I think he was focusing more on me than Archenland.”

“Did he make you uncomfortable?” Edmund asked with great alarm. 

I ran my finger across the edge of the scissors, stalling as I neared the rosebush. “He didn’t do anything improper.” 

I prepared to cut another rose, but suddenly a shadow fell on me. I glanced up to see Edmund standing close enough to block out the sun. “That’s not what I asked.” 

My voice failed me. 

I didn’t get much satisfaction out of lying to people in general, but this was Edmund. Beyond being a man of great integrity who genuinely cared about my wellbeing, he was my best friend. Out of everyone I knew, he would most understand the deep-seated unease I felt around the Calormen prince. 

But as I met Edmund’s gaze, I knew I didn’t have to say a word. An understanding passed between us, quicker than lightning. Edmund stepped back, once again creating a respectful amount of space between us. “After last night, he should have no reason to get close to you ever again.”

That we know of.

I almost voiced the thought, but shook it off. It was a beautiful morning, and I was in a beautiful place with one of my favorite people. Negativity had no place here. “The roses will bloom any day now,” I said, cutting another rose and dropping it into my basket. 

“They are…very nice.”

I shot Edmund a look. “Very nice? Is that the extent of your complimentary vocabulary?” 

He chuckled, holding up his hands. “I’m afraid unless the roses are armed and trying to duel, I have nothing much to say.” 

“Is that what you’re going to say to your wife on your wedding day? That she looks very nice?”

“Well, only if she asks.”

I laughed, much too loudly for a proper lady, but Edmund looked pleased. Picking up my basket, I shaded my eyes from the sun. “Perhaps then we should take a turn about the other parts of the garden. Maybe you’ll get lucky and the marigolds will launch an attack.”

Edmund guffawed. “Well then, milady, will you allow me to escort you?” He offered me his arm, his eyes twinkling. “For protection, of course.”

“If you insist.” I loftily looped my arm with his, causing both of us to chuckle before walking down the garden path. As we ambled along, my gratitude for the man beside me grew and grew. Of course I was thankful he’d let the topic of conversation switch to something other than Rabadash, but it was more than that.

It bothered Edmund to see me with the Calormen prince, and I was glad of it. Yet even that didn’t stand in the way of the camaraderie we shared. He made me feel at ease, simply by being himself.

I paused to cut some carnations. “Was Lucy terribly disappointed about not coming to Anvard?”

Edmund laughed, glancing down at his feet. “Oh, practically inconsolable until I promised that you’d come to Narnia for a visit.”

Tendrils of longing curled in my chest, making it hard to breathe for a few moments. Oh, to visit Narnia would be a dream. Hopefully that dream was closer to fruition than many of my other dreams. “And how’s your brother doing?” I managed to ask around the self-pity.

“Oh, same as he always is.” Edmund leaned against a nearby cherry tree in full bloom. “Making great, kingly proclamations and pretending he doesn’t know half of the women in this world are in love with him.”

I snorted as I moved on to clip a few stems of lavender. “He’s a blond, what do you expect?” I lifted a sprig to my nose, breathing in the calming scent. 

Edmund chuckled. “I suppose that’s fair.” 

I held out a sprig. “Do you like lavender?”

His eyes settled the plant. “It’s purple.”

“Yes.”

“Am I supposed to like or dislike the color purple?”

I rolled my eyes. “I mean, do you like the smell?”

He tilted his head, looking confused. 

“Honestly Edmund,” I said with a sigh, bounding up to him. “You can be so uncivilized.” 

He opened his mouth, looking mightily offended, but I held out the lavender right beneath his nose. He closed his eyes and mouth before breathing in the calming smell, his chest rising considerably. Then his exhale sent air skimming across my fingers. Edmund’s eyes fluttered open. “It smells wonderful,” he said softly. 

The wind picked up, blowing my hair into my face and filling the air with pink petals drifting this way and that.

Before I could react, Edmund lifted his hand to my hair, tucking it behind my ear. It was quick, easy action, like his hand had acted without permission from his mind. “You have flowers in your hair,” he murmured as his fingers drifted from my ear to the top of my head, gently picking them out. 

I stood rock still, gazing up at Edmund’s intent face. It was the same face he made while studying the chessboard halfway through a game as he tried to puzzle out all the potential interactions between the pieces. 

I liked that face.

I liked his face. 

His fingers were still at work in my hair, but his eyes darted down for a moment.

Something he saw there must’ve caught his attention, for his fingers paused in their work. His sharp eyes, trained on my face, held no delight, and his lips held no smile, and yet...

Yet.

I felt a shift, like the ground underneath my feet was giving way. The longer he stood still within arms reach, looking down at me, the more my heart started to race. 

Why is he looking for so long? my head asked with great apprehension. 

Why has he never looked for this long before? my heart whispered back.

“Princess.” 

Edmund and I leapt apart to see Prince Rabadash, casually leaning against a tree. 

“Prince Rabadash,” I said, quickly walking over to my basket, dropping the lavender into it. “I hope you slept well.” 

When I didn’t get a response, I straightened to see the two men staring at each other. Edmund’s nostrils were flared, but Rabadash was smiling. 

“I slept marvelously,” the prince said, his attention shifting to me. “You know, being so worn out from so much dancing last night.”

Edmund shifted. 

I managed a smile. “My father will be pleased to hear that.”

“Did you enjoy last night as much as I did?” Rabadash asked, an easygoing smile upon his face.

My cringe nearly broke through my carefully crafted expression, so it took me a few moments to work out a response. “Last night was certainly noteworthy.” 

Rabadash didn’t respond with anything other than a smile, but that smile spoke volumes. The excessive pride radiated from him like the stench from the stables. Whatever game he was playing, he certainly thought he was winning. 

“Have you had breakfast yet, Your Highness?” I asked, hoping that he hadn’t and that he’d go find some. 

“I was actually hoping we could eat together.”

Edmund stepped forward. “I’m sorry, but the princess has work to do in these gardens. You’ll have to go find some breakfast on your own.”

“Oh, that’s unfortunate.” Rabadash clasped his hands together. “I shall have to go find your father instead.” He gave a little bow and turned back towards the castle.

Edmund and I watched him go. 

“Ass,” Edmund muttered under his breath once Rabadash was out of sight, and I chuckled. 

“Am I rubbing off on you, Your Majesty?” When Edmund didn’t respond to the quip, I sidled up to him. “Hey.” I waited until Edmund looked at me. “Soon enough, he’ll be back in his own country, and we can deal with him from afar.” 

“Can’t come soon enough.” He sighed. “I’d better go get changed before the council meeting later.” 

“Ahh, yes, you have important things to do,” I said with a smile, ignoring the pang of wishing I could be involved in those important things too. “Well, thanks for protecting me from the marigolds.”

Edmund didn’t laugh. “Believe me,” he assured, “I would much rather spend the day protecting you from marigolds than going to meetings.” Before I could comment, he brought my hand to his lips, kissing it lightly. With a wink, he walked in the opposite direction as Rabadash. 

Suddenly the pleasant morning temperature felt a bit hot. 

After clipping a few more flowers of various colors, I left the gardens and entered the castle, heading for the kitchens to get a vase and water for my bouquet. 

I crossed the main hall, about to break off for the servant staircase when I caught sight of my father and Rabadash at the end of the hall. Quickly, I ducked behind a column, peeking around the corner at them. Being too far away to hear them, I could only see their facial expressions. 

Rabadash looked as slimy as he always did, but my father rubbed the side of his neck, looking thoughtful.

My stomach dropped. 

If my father was considering whatever Rabadash was saying…that meant there was something to consider. 

Nearly forgetting my basket, I scurried in the other direction, headed straight for the councilroom. Whatever the two of them were discussing, my father would bring it up with the council as soon as he could, which meant I needed to get into place before they arrived. 

Once I turned the corner, I hiked up my skirts and ran as fast as my legs would take me, ducking underneath the tapestry with no hesitation. 

When the tapestry settled into place, I stood there, clenching the handle of my basket, breathing heavy while my mind raced. 

Surely Prince Rabadash wouldn’t be so foolish as to declare war while he was still a guest at the castle? That would make it all too easy for him to be subdued or captured before going home. But would he lower his pride enough to ask for peace? 

Never.

So what else could he possibly be asking for?

A loud bang sounded, making me drop my basket as a wave of raised voices reached my ears. I quickly bent to collect the flowers that had scattered through the alcove.

“Father, are you out of your mind?!” The voice belonged to one of my brothers, most likely Corin, since Cor never raised his voice. “What are you–”

“Silence!” my father thundered. “I will not have you question me.”

“But—”

“We have found a way towards peace! Someday, you will understand that peace is what matters most.” 

The room went quiet. 

“Your Majesty,” I heard an advisor ask, “what do you speak of?”

Someone let out a large sigh as my father answered. “Rabadash has approached me.” 

I stopped breathing, waiting for him to continue as tension coiled in my chest like a snake trying to squeeze the life out of my lungs. 

“What’s going on in here?” Edmund’s voice asked from a little farther away, and hearing it made me suck in a breath. Even though I couldn’t see him and he had no idea I was here, knowing he was there made the knot in my chest loosen slightly.

“King Edmund, Queen Susan, you got my message.” My father’s voice had considerably lowered, sounding far more respectful. “Please come in.”

There was some shuffling, and, judging by the scraping sounds, someone moved a chair. 

“King Loon,” said Susan, “you’re making me nervous.”

Someone cleared their throat. “The prince was very taken by my daughter last night, as we all saw from how many times they danced together.” I strained my ears, wishing my father would talk faster. “Rabadash has approached me and offered to settle things in the old way.”

No.

My body revolted as I sank to the floor of the alcove, bracing a hand on the rock wall.

Anything but that. 

“You mean–” Edmund started.

Someone slammed something down on the table, and my heart raced as I wished I could see through the tapestry to see who did it and why. “He means to marry off our sister to that arseworm!” Corin shouted.

“Boy, do not shout at me,” my father warned. 

“Father–” said Corin, but he didn’t continue, clearly cut off by some nonverbal cue.

“I will draw up the terms of peace, and as soon as it is done, Prince Rabadash will sign and leave for Tashbaan.”

“With the princess?” a voice I didn’t recognize asked. 

“With the princess,” my father confirmed. “They will wed back in Tashbaan.”

Silence fell in the room. 

Then, it exploded, everyone talking over each other with such different volumes and emotions, I couldn’t pick any of it apart from the voices screaming in my own head.

Narnia and Archenland had battled Rabadash together in order to keep Susan away from Prince Rabadash’s clutches—and now my father was handing me to him on a silver platter? 

Yes, Susan was a queen, and I was merely a princess, but I knew with certainty that if I were part of the Narnian royal family, many would be prepared to die before handing me to the Calormen prince like cattle. 

“King Edmund,” my father asked, causing the room to go silent and bringing me out of my thoughts, “what is your counsel?”

I could picture my brothers, Queen Susan, the advisors, everyone turning to look at Edmund. Edmund conducted himself with such authority in the last meeting, it was hardly a surprise that my father wanted to hear from him. I waited with bated breath, wondering what my friend would possibly say in response to this. 

But the room remained quiet. 

“Edmund?” Queen Susan said. “Is everything alright?”

“Has Y/N agreed to this?” Edmund asked evenly.

Silence fell again.

“I see,” Edmund said. “How long ago did you discuss this with Prince Rabadash?”

“Not twenty minutes ago,” one of my brothers cut in.

“King Loon,” Edmund began, “Prince Rabadash is crafty. It is entirely possible that he has other motives for asking for the princess’s hand. For instance, he might be looking for a hostage by saying he’ll marry the princess once they arrive in Calormen.”

“So perhaps we should negotiate for the wedding to happen here, in Archenland,” my father mused. My heart leapt to hear my father taking advice from Edmund. My knight in black, acting in defense, just like always. Surely the Just King of all people would be able to convince my father away from this plan. 

“This marriage could be Rabadash’s attempt for us to let our guard down, making it easier to get to my sister.”

I shut my eyes. 

Of course.

It was foolish and sentimental of me to think that I was Edmund’s concern instead of his own flesh and blood.

“Narnia has spies in Calormen court,” Edmund continued. “Give us the chance to reach out to them and see if the prince has discussed the marriage with the Tisroc. That will help us gauge how serious Rabadash is about this marriage.”

No one spoke for a few moments.

“Very well,” my father said. “I will ask Rabadash for more time.” A few murmurs reached my ear. “But,” my father said sharply, “if he has discussed it with the Tisroc and is willing for them to be wed here, I am going to give him my daughter.”

Somewhere in the distant recesses of my mind, a gavel banged as my future went up in smoke. 

I swallowed hard. 

To hear my father talk of this without remorse or doubt…

I was my father’s only daughter, and yet he was willing to sell me for peace. Only Corin had spoken out against it, and he hadn’t even asked our father to inform me about the decision. 

Still reeling, it took a long moment for me to realize that the room was completely silent. I slipped out from behind the tapestry. I stumbled through the halls like a woman in a dream, my thoughts whirling around like a spinning top. I barely realized where I was headed until my fist was banging on the door of the fanciest guest suite in the castle. 

Prince Rabadash opened the door, and I didn’t even wait for an invitation before storming in. “Why do you want to marry me?” I demanded. There was no point in obeying my father’s request to be honey now, for apparently his intention was never for me to be kind for posterity’s sake.

“Hello to you as well,” Prince Rabadash said, turning to look at me and leaning his head against the still-open door. 

“Please answer my question.”

Prince Rabadash smiled, shutting the door. “Why wouldn’t I want to marry you? You’re a princess, a very beautiful one I might add, and we had lovely conversations last night and this morning.”

“Don’t waste our time with insincere praise.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “I’m asking you to tell me the truth.”

“I am not lying to you. You’re, by far, the most beautiful princess I’ve come across, and last night, I got to see the grace with which you handle yourself, even beyond the dance floor.” He licked his lips.

Despite the disgusting action, I knew he meant what he said. Still... “I don’t believe that’s the only reason why.”

“Isn’t it?” Prince Rabadash folded his arms, looking to all the world as if he enjoyed this. As if it were some kind of game. 

Well, two could play. “Queen Susan is just as beautiful and graceful as I.”

A scowl broke through the prince’s easy-going expression. I felt a thrill of satisfaction. For even if he quickly smoothed over his expression, I’d struck a nerve. 

My bishop takes his pawn.

“I believe you sell yourself short,” Rabadash said breezily. 

“There’s a reason you’ve chosen me instead of continuing to fight for her.” I straightened my posture. “What is it?”

“I thought you wanted peace?” he said, coming forward. 

I stood my ground, meeting his gaze without a care for what was proper. “I do. But if you truly wanted war, I don’t believe you’re the type to be swayed by a pretty face.”

“Not even a face as pretty as yours?” The prince gently caressed my jaw. 

I smacked his hand away, anger rising. “If you’ve been paying half as much attention as you pretend, you would know your compliments mean nothing to me!”

Prince Rabadash inhaled deeply, as if there was some pleasant smell in the room. “There you are. You’ve finally come out from behind all this etiquette, all this courtesy.” He grinned, lifting a hand to run his finger over the delicate knot of my laces just above my waist. “It’s outrageously attractive.”

His knight takes my bishop.

It took all my strength not to stagger away from him, to stand my ground. “Why do you want to marry me?”

To my relief, the prince took a step back, dropping his hand. “Maybe I just want a guarantee that my country won’t be attacked.” 

“Us? Attack you?” I folded my arms. “You’re the one who nearly took over my country!”

“And it makes perfect sense that there would be a retaliation.”

“You won’t get one from Archenland.” The words left my mouth before I realized that I had no authority to make that promise. But as desperate as I was, I didn’t care. 

Rabadash lifted an eyebrow, leaning closer. “You’re willing to make that promise on Archenland’s behalf?”

I didn’t flinch. “Yes.” 

My pawn takes his knight.

“Then what about the kings and queens of Narnia?”

I blinked. Why would he ask me such a thing? “That is yours to sort out with them as you will,” I said shortly. “I can’t speak for them.”

“Ahh, but there is only one reason they would promise me anything.”

What was he getting at? I silently wracked my brain for any possible explanation as I suspiciously regarded him.

That was a mistake.

Prince Rabadash nearly preened at the attention. “Oh, darling, don’t you understand?” he finally asked. 

I nearly got distracted by my disgust at the pet name. “What don’t I understand?”

The prince moved forward, dipping his head close to my head so his lips were positioned right beside my ear. “You are my reason.”

I careened away from him, angry both at his proximity and at his evasive and confusing comments. “That makes no sense!”

“It makes sense to anyone who's seen the way the Narnian king interacts with you,” the prince replied, without moving from his spot.

His queen takes my pawn.

“Edmund?” I laughed, but the sound was too hysterical to sound genuine. 

My queen moves behind my knight.

“He’d never do anything to put you in harm’s way, even if it meant peace with Calormen.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Judging by the way he looks at you?” The prince cocked his head. “He would never do anything that could potentially put your life at risk.”

He could’ve hit me round the head, and I still would’ve been less confused. King Loon was willing to put my life at risk for peace. Why on earth would Rabadash think Edmund cared any more than my own father? “You’re staking the fate of countries on the way the king looks at me?” I spluttered. 

“A look is all it takes to know when a man is in love.”

In love?

Edmund?

With me?

All I could do was blink at the prince, who looked pleased with himself for the bomb he’d dropped.

“I guessed as much last night, but it was clear as a bell this morning.” 

His rook takes my queen. Check.

I opened my mouth. 

“Don’t waste your breath denying it,” he said. “King Edmund wants you.” Heat crept up my neck as I tried not to think about Prince Rabadash’s implications. From the sly curve of his mouth, he knew the crudeness of what he was implying and enjoyed it. He sauntered forward. “The Narnian king cares for you. If you were in Calormen, he wouldn’t dream of attacking it. So the best way for me to protect my country is to make you one of my wives.”

My eyes widened. Wives? Plural? 

“They will know that Calormen isn’t to be trifled with.” He lifted a hand to touch my face, and I was too focused on not passing out to shy away. “And you’ll be a beautiful addition to my harem.”

The world slammed into focus so violently, I jerked away from him. “I will never marry you,” I spat. “You are a hateful and revolting man.” I flounced towards the door, but Rabadash’s hand shot out and wrapped around my upper arm, pulling me back to him. 

“You’ll have to find a way to get over your scruples,” he said, his grip tightening. “Because you’d better believe, if I don’t return to Tashbaan with you beside me, there will be no peace.”

“Not if I have anything to say about it,” I growled back.

My bishop shifts, checking his king. 

Wrong move.

His hold grew painful, enough that I cried out, as he brought his face right to mine. “You don’t.”

And with that brutal truth, my hopes died. 

When he let go, all that was left for me to do was run.

Checkmate.

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Part 4

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[roohuh]

Reading in the Afternoon Sun.

Sebastian Sallow x reader

Summary: As Sebastian walks back from Hogsmead he spots a pretty girl reading alone under a tree. He approaches the girl in an effort to get to know her.

Warnings: just fluff

Sebastian loves to whistle. Hands thrust deep in his pockets he whistles for all he is worth as he strolls down the road back from Hogsmead not a care in the world, that is when he spots her. The girl sits alone comfortably under a tree reading a book; a smile plays on her lips as she reads her novel. The warm sun causes her eyes to dance as they are fixed upon the page. Sebastian stops in his tracks, the whistle dying on his lips as he stares at the girl, who is wholly oblivious of his presence. All the freckled boy can do is gawk. Minutes go by as he stands there staring; she sits reading until she lets out a soft sneeze.

“Bless you.” He reactively blurts out. Alarmed, she looks up at the tall boy on the path. He has messy chestnut hair and freckles litter his sun kissed face.

“Thank you.” She answers then returns to her reading. The ice now broken Sebastian approaches.

“What are you reading there?” He asks. Looking mildly annoyed at her intruder the girl replies cooly.

“A novel.”

“What about?”

“A brave heroine from a far away land.” Her tone is dismissive but the boy will not be deterred.

“I do not recognize you. What year are you?”

“Sixth same as you.” She closes her book now accepting she will not be permitted to continue reading.

“How come I have never seen you?”

“I guess you are not very observant for I have seen you.” Brazenly he sits down next to her on the grass; alittle to close for her liking. She scoots away.

“Why are you out here all alone? Don’t you have any friends?”

“I do have friends, I just enjoy my solitude when I read.” She snips. Sebastian’s eyes dance, he is enjoying provoking the girl as the most adorable crease has started to form on her forehead.

“Do you often read alone?” He asks.

“Pretty much.” Packing her book into a bag sat next to her she stands to leave.

“Goodbye Sebastian.” She retreats down the path leaving Sebastian staring.

The rest of the day Sebastian replayed the conversation in his head calling himself every derogatory name in his vocabulary. Why had he been such an ass he had not even gotten her name! But Merlin, she was beautiful. At dinner he scanned the Ravenclaw table, eventually finding her nose buried in a book as she ate. He elbows the Hogwarts hero in the side interrupting the story she is animatedly telling Ominis from earlier that day.

“Who is that girl?” He says pointing. Glaring at her rude friend she replies.

“Y/N?” Sebastian repeats the name as if it holds some form of magical power.

The next day Sebastian returns to the tree, finding her sitting in the same spot reading the same book with the same pleasant smile.

“Oh hello Y/N” she looks up brows pinched together.

“You are back.”

“And so are you.” He says grinning, taking a seat next to her on the soft grass.

“You learned my name, I see.” She remarks trying to hide her amusement.

“I did. It is a very pretty name. I felt like an ass for not asking yesterday.”

“You were an ass.” She closes the book. “You know if you are going to come here every day I will have to find a new place to read.” Sebastian pulls a book from his own bag.

“What if I read with you?” Curiously she eyes the book.

“Alright, but no talking.” She nods, picking her book back up. Making a zipping motion over his lips Sebastian picks up his book and begins to read. A rather pleasant hour passes with them both reading; Sebastian stealing glances at his pretty new friend every so often. Eventually she stands stretching out her stuff limbs.

“Time for supper.” Without waiting for Sebastian she starts off towards Hogwarts. Jumping up he matches her pace.

“Let me walk you back to the castle.” Taking her lack of objection as permission he continues to walk alongside her.

“What were you reading?” She asks.

“Oh just something I picked up about restorative spells.” Is his answer.

“Are you going into medical magic?”

“Hardly. Just looking for a cure for my sister she was cursed a while back.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Her answer is awkward.

“Don’t be sorry. I have learned to cope and, she is doing much better these days, but I can not give up my search.” Eyeing the boy Y/N hums and nods.

The following day Sebastian returns to the spot seeing the girl sitting under the tree. This time she smiles and warmly greets him before returning to her reading. Sebastian sits next to her, handing her a cookie.

“I got hungry yesterday while we read so I brought a snack this time.” He offers. She gladly takes it and sets it next to her on her book bag. “Thank you. These are my favorites.” As she reads she breaks small pieces off the cookie nibbling daintily. Sebastian can not help but compare her to a mouse in his mind as he watches her. After an hour of pleasant reading she sets her book aside and stretches turning to her companion.

“So tell me Sebastian. Why are you here?”

“Oh I thought that was obvious!” He laughs “I think you are absolutely stunning and I would like to get to know you better.” Grabbing her book she smacks it against the boy's shoulder, her face turning a deep shade of red.

“Don’t tease me like that!” She snorts.

“I am not teasing.” His face now earnest, he takes the girls hand.

“Let me take you to Hogsmead this weekend.”

[jessysapphireblue]

A cake for two Luffy x Oc

Nicknames included are Lu and Je. Female is a born magician without a Devil Fruit, but you can use it as y/n since nothing else is mentioned.

pure fluff

Night on the sunny was mostly calm with nothing much to do but for Luffy, it was the most boring time. Zoro was napping in his gym, as Luffy was walking around the deck before sitting on the wing with a pout. He was by Zoro but the swordman kicked him out faster than Luffy himself would admit. And now with his stomach growling loudly, he was sure not to survive the night, as he already Sanjis snacks he left the two. "So hungry!!!! Sanji...feed me", Luffy whined and let himself fall backwards on the grass, his legs still on the swing as he held his screaming stomach. "I´ll die of hunger!", his face twisted before he jumped up and went to the kitchen with the intention of raiding the fridge. He left the door open, so that the moon could shine his way t the fridge, and with a bright smile, he sneaked to it, only to find something solid.

"Wha?! No. no no no",a loud whine escaped him as he fell onto his knees, face pressed against the magical cube around the fridge, which kept him from his beloved food. He began to sniffle, knowing he couldn´t break it and that his food is so near, yet so far from his reach! "Je...why?!...Je!", his eyes began to shine as he jumped up and bolted out of the kitchen and to his girlfriends room. Unlike Nami and Robin, she had her own one, due to her potions and experiments. Slamming the door open, he saw that she was sleeping soundly as he tapped to her bedside and clapping her arm.

"Je! Je wake up!", he said and shook his sleeping girlfriend, who yawned and blinked her eyes open. "Luffy? What is it?" "I´m hungry!", he stated with a big happy grin as she turned the light on. "It´s 2 in the morning" "Already ate Sanjis food. You put magic on the fridge!", he protested while she sat up, stretching. "Yes, because last time you had watch, you raided the kitchen and the reserve food" "I did?", he tilted his head in question, as she hummed. "So? Can you make me something?" "Haaa...yes, come on, bub", she smiled with a huff leaving her lips as Luffy beamed and cheered.

Standing up, she was still in her little sleeping dress that barely covered her tights as both went to the kitchen. Luffy directly sat down by the counter as she went behind the counter. "So, what would you like?" "Anything! I´m so hungry!", he said and pointed to his loud stomach. "...how about a cake?" His eyes began to sparkle and began to nod like a hyper child he is. "Would you like to help me?", she asked, bending slightly on the counter, enough to give her boyfriend a short kiss. "mmmh...do I get kisses afterwards?" She began to laugh and nodded. "YES! Yes I help you!" "Ok. First. Hands are being washed"

Eagerly jumping from the chair, Luffy rushed to wash his hands before he sat on the counter with a big grin. "Cake~ Cake cake cake~", he began to sing as she laughed motioning with her finger to join him, which he did. "Ok Lu, we need eggs, milk, sugar, flour, oil and cocoa powder" "I get the milk and eggs!", he sprang to the fridge and got said stuff out, while she got the rest. "Ok, ok, what else?" "Relax a bit", she chuckled at his eagerness and snipped her finger, as a big bowl appeared, and she handed him a spoon. "I get the eggs and you meassure everything with a spoon ok?" "Ok, Je!"

Fast forward, the dough was complete with luffy eagerly stiring the chocolate mass, the rich scent already comming into his nose, making him drool. "Perfect. now I do the rest", she said and took the bowl between her hands, as they turned red. "Whoa! What are you doing?!" "Cooking it", she laughed as Luffy watched with awe how the dough rose to the edge of the bowl, expanding into a high fluffy cake. "And done", she stood the bowl down. "what?! Already?" "Yes. Eat it and I-", she began but couldn´t finish it due to Luffy grabbing her face and began to pepper it with endless kisses, giggles escaping from each one. "You! Are! The! Best! Girlfriend!"

He shined before hugging her, lifting her and twirled her around. "Lu! It´s ok now. Eat your cake", cupping his cheeks, she pressed a short and soft kiss onto his lips as he finally let her down but not ending the kiss. "mmmh", he hummed after she pulled away, noses brushing against each others. "Now seriously, eat it", she pushed herself away, storing the products back and sealing the fridge again, as she heard Luffy groaning. Turning around, he had such a happy shine around him, while eating his bowl cake. "So, so good. mhh! Je! This is the best!" "Yeah? But I want payment" He stopped and looked at her with glossy eyes. "I have no money", he began to sniffle, which made her laugh. "No, my love. Not money. Since you woke me up, I demand some nice cuddles as payment" "Food plus you?!", his eyes widen as he took the bowl in one of his hands, spoon in his mouth and the other was wrapped 5 times around her body before he dashed out, dragging her with him to sit down under the tree, her in his lap, bowl in hers, and his arms wrapped around hers.

"Best night watch ever!", he declared, munching away his cake. She leaned against him, smiling fondly and simply nodded. "Yes. It is"