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TRICK OR TREAT

ma'amoul for you

[starlight727]

A little gift (part 2, no one asked for it but screw it)

Shadow Milk Cookie x reader fic (Chapter 2 - Theater of Lies)

Author's note: Made a part 2 cause I'm not done with my idea, I still have something else related to the story that I wanna show you (if you're interested, of course) Also, thank you for the wonderful comments in the first part, I'm glad you liked it! I hope you like this next part as much as the last one. Now, on with the show!

Part 1

Part 2 (you are here)

Part 3

A lot has happened since you got that hat: Elder Faerie died trying to buy you some time, and White Lily became the new guardian of the Seal, which made Shadow Milk Cookie changed the performance... into a quiz show! You were jumping up and down excitedly since you were eager to answer his questions (maybe that way he'll notice you for sure!). You sat down and took a deep breath before the quiz started, everyone else was standing up and steeling themselves, ready for any tricks he might pull on them. Everyone was feeling on edge after all of the recent events, and they felt very concerned and confused about the way you reacted to everything: You barely showed worry when Shadow Milk Cookie turned the whole kingdom into his personal circus, you showed remorse when Elder Faerie died but moved on quickly as soon as Shadow Milk started talking again, and now you're excited about a deadly quiz show, what the heck was wrong with you? Everyone turned to the stage when they heard Shadow Milk speak, but Wizard's gaze lingered a bit, he was gonna find out what was making you feel this way.

"Now, for the first question! Out of these False Heroes, which one is only half a Cookie? Choose your answer carefully and don't forget: time is ticking!" started Shadow Milk, as he pulled out five poorly-drawn cardboard cutouts of the Ancients, it made you giggle a bit seeing those goofy cutouts. Wizard Cookie was keeping an eye on you as you sat there, thinking.

"Half a Cookie? Isn't that... White Lily Cookie?" you pondered whether you should give your answer or not because you didn't want to put your friends in danger if you got it wrong (and you didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of him). Suddenly, you hear someone else answer.

"None of them!" yelled out Gingerbrave proudly, thinking he beat Shadow Milk at his own game.

"...oh crumbs." you thought to yourself.

"WRONG!!! Let the punishment ensue! Now... Who wants to be crumbled first?" announced Shadow Milk so loudly that it startled you. You gasped in fear of what might happen to you and your friends, and Gingerbrave (that dummy was gonna get you all crumbled!!).

"The right answer is... All of them" Pure Vanilla spoke up before anything else could happen. Thankfully, that was the answer he was looking for, so you sighed in relief, gave Gingerbrave a glare and moved on to the next question. Wizard noticed you do this, he was taking note of any changes in behavior you exhibited.

"Out of these three Cookies... Who is the biggest liar? Remember, your time is running out! So don't think for too long!" said Shadow Milk as he took out Pure Vanilla's and White Lily's cardboard cutouts and an amazingly detailed cutout of himself (you could tell how much he loved himself by the amount of effort he put into it compared to the others, it made you chuckle a bit).

"Ooh, a trick question! Ok, it can't be Shadow Milk because that would be too obvious, it might be White Lily because she lied about her being Dark Enchantress, but... how is Pure Vanilla a liar?" you thought to yourself as you wondered why Pure Vanilla was part of the choices, until you heard someone speak up.

"This is easy! It's Shadow Milk Cookie, who else!" said Wizard Cookie, so sure of his answer that he doesn't even realize that it's too easy! You started sweating and fidgeting your non-existent fingers until you heard a third Cookie speak.

"Oh no, that's... too easy..." commented Strawberry Cookie, at least someone had common sense. You got lost in your thoughts, thinking about the horrible punishment Shadow Milk had prepared for all of you!

"Well then, are you ready? What's your answer?" speak of the devil, Shadow Milk came back to hear your team's final answer.

"Come on, just repeat after me! 'Shadow...'" started Wizard Cookie, you were sooo gonna strangle him and Gingerbrave after you're done here cause like... DO THEY HAVE DEATH WISHES OR SOMETHING?!

"The biggest liar is... me, Pure Vanilla Cookie." his voice snapped you out of your silent frenzy, what was he doing?? Surely he had a good reason to call himself a liar now more than ever. Fortunately for you and unfortunately for him, that was the right answer (tho you didn't like the implications of it), another breath of relief is taken, then you give Wizard a glare, and prepare yourself for the next question.

...No, you know what? You were so angry at Wizard Cookie that, in a fit of rage, you took your hat from your head and threw it at him. Oh no!! What have you done?! You tried to apologize, but Wizard, who's been holding you suspect for having strange behavior concerning the Beast of Deceit, took it and came to the conclusion that maybe it was that stupid hat that was doing something to you, so the best course of action was to get rid of it entirely by turning it into ashes via a lightning bolt he casted on it after placing it down on the ground.

"NO!!!" you shouted as you ran to the place where your hat used to be, now turned into a pile of ash and dust. You picked up the ashes from the ground, hands trembling and tears building up in your eyes, your breath shaking and your voice breaking as you squeaked out your response.

"WHY?! Why did you do that??" you exclaimed as you threw ash at Wizard Cookie, who blocked your attack from his face but still coughed from the smell of it in the air.

"It was for your own good, that hat was controlling you, couldn't you see that?!" said Wizard Cookie in an unpleasant angry tone that even he wasn't proud of. He sighed in a tired manner and continued.

"Look, I'm sorry about what I did, but you have to understand that these are dire circumstances we're facing, so we need you to come to your senses so we can finish this and leave as soon as possible, alright?" he said with a softer tone to try to make you feel better. All you could do was get up, wipe away your angry tears and look away.

"Fine." you said, holding back more tears from flowing on your cheeks. Your face was red from the surge of emotions, so you took a few deep breaths to calm down.

But privacy isn't a thing for Shadow Milk Cookie, he saw and heard everything. There was steam coming from his head, his slit eyes were so small that they looked like toothpicks, his face might turn into a different color because of how furious he was! How dare that shorty ruin your perfect gift, he worked so hard to get it to you, and now it was nothing but a pile of cinder. He swore that he would exact his revenge on that so-called wizard and his friends, a devious grin grew on his face as he remembered his final question for them.

"Don't you worry, my little star, your darling jester will take care of this." declared Shadow Milk in his head, as he prepared everything for the last question... and final showdown.

[oneshotnewbie]

❝𝐃𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐬❞

𝐸𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 (& 𝐵𝐴𝑈 𝑇𝑒𝑎𝑚)

𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑎𝑠 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝐸𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦.

𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡: "𝐼 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝐻𝑜𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑘. 𝑊ℎ𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 „𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑠“? 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡. 𝐼 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑢𝑝𝑠𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚 – ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑."

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"Emily." you called quietly, but with an undertone that was unmistakably frustrated. You stomped down the stairs from Hotch's office and walked past everyone else on the team, your goal strictly set on the black-haired girl. "We need to talk."

Emily Prentiss looked up, her eyes flashing with amusement as she saw the seriousness in your face. She was sitting at her desk, organizing some files, but it was obvious that she had been waiting for this confrontation - yes, maybe even enjoying it.

"Oh?" she leaned back in her chair, folded her arms under her chest and gave you a challenging grin. "What have I done now?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about." You folded your arms too and took a step closer. "I asked you yesterday to tell Hotch that I wouldn't be coming because I was sick."

"And I did," Emily raised her eyebrows, acting innocent and casual. "Well, more or less." You snorted deeply when you heard her answer and let your arms fall to your sides. "What the hell did you tell him?"

Emily couldn't hold back the grin any longer. She practically beamed as she repeated the sentence that had obviously caused a lot more of a stir than she had originally expected. "I told him that you died for our sins."

For a moment, the room was completely silent. You stared at her with your mouth wide open, as if you couldn't believe what you had just heard. Then the pent up frustration burst out.

"Are you out of your mind? That really upset him, Em!" you raised your hands as if to illustrate the absurdity of the situation she had maneuvered you into. "He just hugged me! Aaron Hotchner hugged me!!"

The woman in front of you started to giggle, but you were far from finished. "He told me he was going to kill you in a shootout on the field! He seriously thought I was... dead. Thanks to you!" you emphasized the last word, as if you wanted to make sure Emily understood the full extent of the misunderstanding.

That was the moment when she finally lost control of herself. She pressed her lips together, her shoulders began to shake, before she suddenly burst out laughing. She threw her head back slightly and grabbed the edge of the desk with one hand, as if she had to hold on. Her laughter was loud and infectious, and it didn't take long for other team members to take notice.

"What's going on here?" Derek Morgan was the first to come over to you when he heard Emily laughing. He leaned casually against his desk and looked at you intently. "Someone wants to let us in on the joke?"

"Oh, believe me, you want to hear it," the black-haired woman gasped between her fits of laughter and you looked at her intently, your eyes shooting daggers at her.

Spencer Reid, who had just been working on his laptop, looked up curiously from his desk, already putting on his glasses and giving you a questioning look. "What happened?"

"Emily..." you rubbed the bridge of your nose as if you were trying to muster up the last bit of patience. "Emily told Hotch yesterday that I died for our sins instead of just telling him I was sick."

Morning let out a loud laugh as he processed the sentence. "Oh my god, that's epic. I wish I'd thought of that."

"Wait," JJ said, who had also come over and stood next to Reid, one hand holding onto his desk chair. "Hotch really thought you died?"

"Oh yeah," you confirmed dryly, biting your lip. "He was completely distraught. He hugged me tightly and said he didn't expect to ever see me again. That was really bizarre."

"I would have wanted to see his face," Morgan said, suppressing his wide smile as you gave him a deadly glare. "Hotch is usually so calm and collected."

"Not half an hour ago," you said, shaking your head. "It really shocked me when I saw him like that."

"It was just a little joke," Emily said when she finally caught her breath, even though the grin was still on her face and stretched across her rosy cheeks. "I thought he would understand."

"Emily!" you said in frustration, tilting your head to the side, rolling your eyes. "It's Hotch! Of course he didn't understand!"

Reid, who had been listening quietly and not interjecting until now, just shook his head, obviously confused. "But why did you even say that? What was the purpose?"

"I've had a tiring night and a long day. I needed some entertainment." she answered him simply, quickly turning her gaze back to you, grinning mischievously.

"Entertainment?" you raised an eyebrow, and braced your hands on her desk, bringing your face closer to hers. "You seriously made Hotch believe I was dead. It's a damn miracle that he didn't show up at my door in the middle of the night or that my phone didn't explode with messages."

"This may have gotten a little out of control," Emily finally admitted, raising her hands in a gesture of innocence. "But in my defense, it was a damn good joke."

"He hugged me," you repeated, stunned, shaking your head again as if you were still processing what had happened. You slowly raised your hands in the air, drawing a vague outline as if you were trying to reconstruct the hug. "He never does that. Never."

Morgan was now standing next to you, looking up from his phone before watching you. His eyes twinkled with amusement, as if he was waiting for you to realize at any second how absurd the situation really was. "I bet he was really worried. He may seem harsh, but everyone knows he cares about us like we're his children."

"Exactly," JJ agreed. "And if he really thought you were... well, you know, dead, then I can imagine that hit him really hard."

"Oh, I know," you said with a sigh and dropped your hands to your hips, the despair on your face replaced by a slight smile as you considered the absurdity of the situation. "He looked really upset. I didn't know what to say."

"How did you resolve it?" Reid asked curiously, tilting his head to the side and pushing his glasses up on his nose. He looked at Emily searchingly, as if he wanted to analyze every little reaction and consider the logic behind her actions. "I mean, it must have been a pretty weird moment."

Your fingers ran nervously through your hair as you took a step back, frowning in resignation. "I told him that Prentiss was lying and I was just sick. But he looked at me like I was a ghost."

"You should have just left it at that," Emily said, her laughter now completely dead and her shoulders relaxed as she looked past you to Reid. "That would have kept the tension going a little longer."

Your head snapped back to her and you glared at her. "I was about to shake him and tell him I was alive. He almost pinned me to the ground, that's how tight the hug was."

"The man is usually so stoic," said Morgen, shaking his head and his eyes wandering to the floor as if he was trying to keep himself from laughing again. "He'll never forgive you for that, Prentiss."

"I'm not sure I'll ever be able to talk to him normally again without him seeing me as a walking dead man." By now you were sitting on the edge of Emily's desk, your fingers tapping your thigh thoughtfully.

"Well," Emily said with a winking smile and placed her hand on your lower back. "You should just be glad he didn't arrange a memorial service for you right away like he did for me when I died."

JJ gave Reid a knowing look and laughed softly before placing a hand on his shoulder when she saw that he was still deep in thought. "It's fascinating how people react to such information. You'd think that a logical mind like Hotch would be immediately suspicious. But in a moment of emotion, he apparently took the information at face value."

"Spencer, sometimes you just can't act logically when you think someone you know has died," JJ said calmly as she gently tapped him on the shoulder.

"That was an extreme example," you replied, still shaking your head. "I really don't know what you were thinking, Em."

Emily shrugged and grinned cheekily at you. "Life is too short not to have fun. And besides, when else do I get the chance to annoy Hotch?"

"Scared?" you asked, needing to know if you had understood correctly. "He's ready to take you out on the field at the first opportunity..." you raised your hands again, this time to imitate a gun and pull the trigger with your fingers.

Morgen let out another laugh, followed by JJ. "Oh, I bet that'll be a fun conversation the next time he sees you."

Emily shrugged again, as if she didn't care at all. She grinned and reached forward to drop her hands from your waist and straighten some files on her desk. "I'll take the risk," she said casually, giving you another cheeky wink. "You only live once, after all."

You couldn't help but chuckle at that answer, though you bit your lip to keep it from happening. "You're incorrigible," you muttered as you pushed yourself off and slowly walked back to your desk.

"It's one of my many talents," Emily called after you, giggling softly once more. She reached for a pen on her desk and began to playfully twirl it between her fingers, giving Morgan and JJ an amused look. "And hey, you're still alive, so it's all good."

You sighed deeply again as you reached your desk and plopped down in your chair. As you immersed yourself in your work, your eyes kept wandering to Emily, who still had a satisfied smile on her face.

You turned to the others, whose faces were contorted in amusement and wide smiles. "Tell me, what's wrong with this woman?"

Everyone shrugged and scattered to their desks. It was clear that this incident would be a topic of conversation for a long time - and that Hotch might actually be plotting revenge.

[ariseur]

Hmmm…Cloud with a s/o thats the EXACT opposite of him? How do you think he’d act?🧐

cloud n his polar opposite 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

cloud strife x reader

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❥ cloud with someone who’s entirely different than him would def be an amusing sight.

❥ now we all know cloud. awkward, pretty stoic, his social skills all go into his sword basically. now, imagine him with this happy go lucky, sociable, sweetheart. it’s definitely a contrast.

❥ i think at the first meeting, it would take him some time to get used to you. especially if you’re chatty, then he might tell you to shut up a few times 😭 but once he gets used to you, he’ll somewhat stay quiet. if you flirt with him, he’ll literally combust. he has no idea what to do. leave him alone okay???

❥ once he’s around you enough, he might even start mimicking your behavior with certain traits. if you tease him, he’ll quip right back. he’ll even give you a close mouthed chuckle as your humor rubs off on him.

❥ it’s entertaining watching you follow cloud around like an excited puppy as you circle around him and ask all these questions while he’s just answering nonverbally. or imagine cloud just linking pinkies with you as he looks so determined on making sure you don’t get hurt in the streets while you’re just rambling on with no care in the world.

❥ if you’re the exact opposite of cloud, i assume you’re more extroverted or lively in a public setting. definitely more of a people person than cloud. but there are times where cloud will just drive you out to a quiet place and sit with you, watching over midgar or whatever sector you’re in. he’ll let you ramble on and on to him, listening for however long you want him to.

❥ ugh for some reason i can just imagine this scenario where youre just begging him to dance with you and he says no and then you keep going and pull him up to which he “begrudgingly” agrees and then UGH

❥ DO YOU GUYS SEE THIS VISION??????1??22?3?:?

❥ if you don’t know how to fight, cloud will gladly teach you. hes actually a really good teacher!! he’ll correct your form frankly and will give you a ‘good job’ if you perform correctly. he doesn’t know it, and he definitely won’t admit that he does if he knows it, but he’s a great teacher and he knows exactly what to say. cloud’s 50/50, he’ll either crack a smile or roll his eyes at you when he sees you pat yourself on the back for the simplest success, depending on how long you’ve known him.

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“c’mon, CLOUD—! just this one time!”

“no, i told you.” he huffs, “i don’t dance.” his eyes stay closed with furrowed brows, arms crossed while he leaned back in the small garden chair.

you decided to invite him to a family party, which ended up with you practically pleading on your knees for him to dance with you. you two were outside in a small clearing behind the small house as the music blared in the distance. only the whoops of family members and giggles of little kids running around were in the air, making you smile as you extended a hand out to cloud.

“just one?” you tilted your head, narrowing your eyes as you watched cloud exhale through his nose before he finally lifted his gaze to your hand. he observed it warily, almost as if it was a trick. cloud finally lifted his head and looked up at you, pressing his lips together as he considered his choices. he sighed, mumbled something under his breath, and took your hand in his own leather clad one.

you squealed and rushed to hug him, “thank you, cloudd—!” you drew out the ‘d’ as you squeezed him tight. he patted your back awkwardly before you pulled away and grinned at him, lifting a finger signaling for him to listen.

his gaze shifted elsewhere in thought, ears picking up the song blasting in the distance changing from a swing tune to a slow dancing rhythm.

you squeezed cloud’s hand in yours as you leaned your head on his shoulder, trying to ease him out of his stiffness. he closed his eyes, focusing on the music as you coaxed him into a small shuffle. the melody melded you into one being as you swayed with the music, cloud even being confident enough to eventually twirl you a bit.

you give him a sly grin, “y’sure you haven’t done this before, cloud?” you teased. he made a small noise of surprise before he looked away, still shuffling with you. the music was drowned out by the sound of each other’s heartbeats, cloud shaky sighs every time you’d giggle when you tripped over his feet. he reveled in the moments where you two were alone, only your bodies present accompanied with your minds and your hearts, full of love. where you’d persuade cloud to come out of his hideout and remind him that it’s okay to defrost, to accept that he is human and that he has feelings as well. he didn’t have to listen to everybody who’d recognize that he was cool or feel the pressure of their words where they’d only recognize him from a surface exterior. because truth be told, even the coolest of people try their damndest to be alright.

[spooblet]

First Trigun x Reader Post Eyyyy!!

Hi everyone! I've started this blog mainly to put all my simp needs. And maybe yours as well.

Vash, Wolfwood, and Knive's Response to: "Would you like me if I turned into a worm?" Question from (Y/n).

(Talking about Trigun's big ass worm and not the tiny one hehe)

Vash The Stampede:

The two of you were on a travel journey to go to the next city, Augusta. Regardless of how long the walk would take, the conversations help pass the time. Making it interesting to get to know Vash more and more. Everything was going well until there was a question that hit your mind. (Y/n) already knew what answer Vash was going to give, but it's the way he answered and expressed it that piqued an interest.

"Vash...I got a question for 'ya." (Y/n) changed the topic as they looked up to them.

"Huh? What is it, (Y/n)?" Vash asked, expressing his curiosity as to what his mayfly would ask him.

"...Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

There was a sudden silence between the two before Vash responded with: "I beg your pardon?" Making sure he had heard right.

“Ya…Would you still love me if I was a worm?” They asked once more, looking into his eyes. He could tell they were being genuine by the look on their expression. 

“W-Well...Ya. I’d love you in any shape or form, mayfly...but why a worm?” He rubbed the back of his neck and looked into their eyes. Even if it was the silliest question Vash had heard in his years (150 years) of living, he still wanted to give them an answer.

“...Life is filled with possibilities, Vash…Who knows, what if I turn into a worm the next day.”  

Vash only laughed at this comment only to get a light jabbed on the shoulder by them as they raised their voice a little. “I’m being dead serious!”   

“Even if you were to turn into a worm right now, I’d still take you alongside me and give you kisses everywhere.” He smiled proudly at his answer, even laughing at his own response since it was also silly. He can only imagine: ‘the humanoid typhoon and his soulmate…the worm.’ Even though (Y/n) tried to make this a serious conversation, they couldn’t help but let out a giggle at the big smile Vash displayed. 

“...What about me? Would you still love me if I was a worm?” Vash asked, slightly blushed from the question that sounded childish to even say. 

“No.”

“WHAT!?”

(Y/n) laughed by his sudden surprise. Especially on how serious he was taking the question.  

“Of course, I would. And besides…Even if you’re not human, or a plant, I’d still love you regardless, because you’re everything to me.” 

Vash looked into his lover’s eyes with shock then pure bliss by their responses. Even if this wasn’t the first time hearing this, it always warms his heart knowing that someone like (Y/n) would always be there by his side through thick and thin. He wrapped his arms around them and pulled them in for a hug, thanking them for loving him regardless.

Nicholas D. Wolfwood

Wolfwood leans on a metal wall of an alley, smoking a cigarette while (Y/n) sits on the floor, resting their foot from a long walk to the city they’re now in. Even if Wolfwood is a bit impatient, he’d rather have them resting instead of having to carry them on their travel. The two haven’t exchanged a word for one another, only the sound of people chatting and doing their usual business in the background. That was until (Y/n) decided that now would be a good time to ask the question that have been burning in their mind since dating him.

“Hey, Nicholas?” (Y/n) looked up at the man, meeting his eyes behind his shades.

“Hm?” 

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

“...Did you lose brain cells from the heat? What the hell kind of question is that?” He looked at (Y/n) annoyed by the sudden question. 

“Just answer it.” (Y/n) demanded, but the priest rolled his eyes.

“You can’t be serious. Why the hell would anyone love a worm?” He takes the cigarette out of his mouth, overall confused as to why this was even a thing to begin with. Even the mere thought of seeing the worm was enough for Wolfwood to be slightly disgusted. 

“So you wouldn’t love me if I was a worm?” The sad look in (Y/n)’s eyes as Wolfwood answered a bit harshly. With both the question and the response from (Y/n), Wolfwood looked at them confused, concerned, and annoyed by this unrealistic question. He could have just flat out lied and said yes to avoid the sad look, but he didn’t want to lie either, especially towards (Y/n) on this certain matter.  

“What? You expect me to say yes? …Where did you even come up with that anyway?” 

(Y/n) didn’t respond to his questions that kept piling up. They decided to act as if this truly did hurt their feelings, even though it was just for their entertainment. 

“I would love you if you turned into a worm, Nicholas.” 

He didn’t respond or retract his answer, instead, he just rubbed his face down with one hand slowly. “...I should just charge you for every dumb question you give me…I’d have $$50,000 double dollars by now.” 

“What the– Would you seriously do that to me!?”

“$$60,000 double dollars now.” He smirked, enjoying the reaction (Y/n) is now giving him. It all seems as though the worm topic was now out the window by this idea of being charged. Once the topic of both the worm and question fee was over, Wolfwood sat down next to (Y/n), throwing an arm over their shoulder and pulling them close to his side. The sudden action was just enough for (Y/n) to feel their cheeks burning up. They pressed their cheek against him as they heard a light chuckle coming from him as he looked down at them with fondness before speaking up. 

“...You know I love you right?” Wolfwood asked, he faced the ground for a while before turning his full attention to his significant other. (Y/n) felt his hand on their chin, guiding them to look up into his eyes as he slowly leans in.

“....But would you–”

“For heaven's sake-”

Knives Millions

It was rare to have a long interaction with Knives as he was always keeping himself busy for his plans to set perfectly. Today was one of those days when the two could finally have a decent conversation with one another. Mostly just Knives going over what was going on with the plans, what he and Conrad have discussed, and overall how long he thinks it’ll take to get the paradise he long desired for him and his siblings….and (Y/n)...maybe? The conversation slowly dyed down which was upsetting for (Y/n). Before even thinking, they called out Knives’s attention. 

“Knives, May I ask you something?” (Y/n) asked. 

“You may.” Knives responded. His arms crossed, looking down at (Y/n) to see if the question was something involving his plan or maybe worse…their future.

“Would you…love me if I was a worm…?” 

“...What?” He looked turned his full body towards (Y/n).

(Y/n) took a deep breath and looked into his eyes, trying to gather the courage to repeat the question once more to their intimidating partner. 

“I said..Would you still love me if I was a worm?” They repeated once more, only to see that Knives held onto the expression and pose as if he was still waiting. 

Silent. 

Nothing but silence filled up the room. Knives only looked at (Y/n) with a blank yet annoyed expression. ‘What? Is this a human thing?’ Knives thought to himself. Didn’t even bother to answer (Y/n)’s question due to how idiotic it was. 

“Kni-” 

“Quiet.” Knives commanded, still baffled by the weird question that was asked. He was feared by thousands of people and killed multiple humans, and yet here he is being asked if he would still have an affectionate, romantic feeling with a worm. Pathetic.

“I don’t have time for such nonsense questions of yours. If you have nothing important to ask in regard to my plans, then I suggest you keep them to yourself.” His voice was cold and stern, both of which matched his expression. His arms remain crossed as he looks away from (Y/n). There was nothing but silence in the room once more. (Y/n) felt embarrassed for even asking that, especially towards someone like Knives who couldn’t take a joke to save his life. 

“...I’ll see you later tonight…I must have a word with Conrad alone.” Knives’s words are now gentler than it was before. He walked away, leaving (Y/n) behind once more. 

A bit of confusion and anxiety crept in on (Y/n). Did they screw up? Was it offensive to him? Maybe once he comes back, they can explain to him what the meaning behind it was. While (Y/n) was alone in a room, Knives invited Conrad to a separate room to discuss something important. 

“You said this was urgent?” Conrad looked over at Knives as he looked down on the ground thinking about what just happened.

“...What is the meaning behind the question: “Would you still love me if I was a worm” doctor?”

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I just finished “very discreet” & they are the sweetest little couple! 🥰

Now that all of the Avengers know, what’s their life like at the tower?

Maybe they get pregnant & have to figure out how to tell the team…

They’re all always in their business bc they feel like they missed so much, but The Barneses like to have things just for themselves. 🥰

I’m sure they’d all fight over who will be the favorite aunt/uncle, but of course it’s Stevie, their day 1! ♥️

I don’t know that’s just what I was thinking but of course, whatever your creative mind decides.

Thank You!

love the idea! and this Bucky gif lives in my heart . lets talk about him.

OMG! YES! because obviously Sam and Tony are nosy af! Nat enjoys dragging Doll away to 'girls night' where she and Wanda inquire about your life with Bucky. But you ain't saying shit.

Bucky is so grumpy about this new development. He actually beats Steve to exhaustion one training day because it was his idea to tell the truth and now Bucky is regretting it.

So, Bucky finds a way to have alone time with Doll. He would ask Steve's help to look for a tiny apartment near his place and Doll and Bucky would have some stuff there. They would pretend in front of the Avengers that they are in their room but they would sneak off to their new place for few days of peace and quiet because you like it that way.

Sam actually tried to send Redwing to follow them one day but Bucky caught on to his plan and that day Barneses spent day on the compound.

Tony actually wanted to throw them a 'coming out' party (which he received a smack in the head for) and renamed the party. Steve actually, reluctantly, took over the guest list and party style to make Bucky and Doll feel more comfortable. But Tony is Tony and he ended up making it such a huge deal about it that party turned into PARTY.

Bucky does get irritated about their constant intervention during his date nights with you but its you who calms him down by suggestively sitting on his lap. He knows if he behaves well, he will get rewarded later.

You are actually nervous to talk about wanting children but you still muster the courage and talk to Bucky about it. He gets excited thinking you are actually pregnant but then you calm him down and tell him that it is something you have been thinking about. He likes it. The way you are being so soft and considerate about his feelings.

He agrees to start trying with you but before that you suggest getting yourself and Bucky checked out for health and stuff (obgyn things). You both are happy to learn that you both are healthy and so you both start trying.

Mind you, it is not a secret anymore. everyone in the compound knows y'all trying for a baby. Sam actually brought Bucky a 'health supplement' to make him 'fertile'. Bucky has never thrown a shit out of compound window this hard.

Bucky does not mind Wanda because all she is doing is helping you meditate. But its Nat he's wary of. Nat would hover around you asking you intimate questions for shits and giggles because she likes annoying Bucky. She knows you are never gonna say anything.

Tony keeps on bringing pregnancy tests every weekend to you. Steve had to physically stop Bucky from doing the same thing he did to the supplements.

And when you are finally pregnant!!! omg! the entire compound knows before Bucky. He was out with Steve when Nat and Wanda pestered you into taking the test Tony brought. Sam and Tony were waiting outside the door. Bruce was trying to steer clear but he got roped into this as well (poor guy).

You still go to the secret apartment with Bucky but after the news of pregnancy, you know privacy is going to be hard. So you tell Bucky its ok to stay at the compound. They also threw you a baby shower and argued about who would be the godfather and godmother of your child (or is it children?). Steve is being smug about it because you had already asked him and his wife and he knows whatever you say goes in Barnes household. Wanda came in close second though. And surprisingly, Bucky agreed that Sam would close second too.

All in all, lives of the Barneses is very loud now that everything is out. Wanda tries to help get you privacy sometimes but she is not always successful and same goes with Steve. But in a way, you are happy that so many people love Bucky and his future with you.

[beanghostprincess]

Usopp having massive crush on sanji to the point where it's overwhelming. Sanji surprisingly is more suave and charismatic being a gentleman, He gives him food and drinks. Usopp on the other hand never really having any experience with crushes he's flustered beyond belief giggling and avoiding his gaze.

Sanji notices this and decides to push further by flirting and being more affectionate wanting to see how far he can go. Every wink and smile he gives Usopp covers his face with his hat trying to hide his redness. When he tries to form sentences it only comes out in rambles and giggles. He could feel Usopp trembling under his touch every time he wraps an arm around him. He tries to ignore when his hands sweat when he's holding them, not to embarrass him or make things awkward.

Zoro and Franky would have to catch him when it becomes too much and faints much to sanji 's delight. He's loving it, having his affections and flirtations actually be reciprocated and actually have someone swoon when he does it Is it so vindicating.

When he's not near sanji he's talking about sanji or admiring him from afar. Everyone thinks It's amusing how smitten he is for the loser cook except for Zoro but Zoro is a fucking hater and this isn't about him. He reminds him of Pudding when he is on whole cake island. (Minus the concerning age gap and her being slightly unhinged)

One of his greatest achievements was when the ship was hit by a big wave knocking everyone over. helping chopper and Nami up he was almost hit by usopp but caught him in time.

Usopp was taken a back a little bit, kind of losing consciousness. Once he came to he realized that he was in sanji's arm one hand grabbing onto his pec that was resting under a very wet t-shirt. It must have been too much cuz it looks like you blew a fuse and passed out when he was asked if we was ok. Before sanji could boast about his latest conquest he was yelled at chopper for causing an extreme nose bleed. Unlike sanji's nose bleeds that are just massive explosions, usopp's is just a nonstop flow from his nose to the ground.

"Zoro is a fucking hater but this isn't about him" is the best way to explain his role in every Sanuso thing I write, so thanks for putting it into words.

Okay, I absolutely love this. Because we Sanusos have different ways of seeing these two idiots flirting, and I honestly think that they're so well-written you could change roles here and it would somehow still work. And because I always talk about Sanji being the one blushing and Usopp heavily flirting with him (I have a favorite dynamic and it shows, but anyway-) I think it's time for a change of roles because this is just,, So sweet,,

Imagine Sanji being overly confident when Usopp reacts to his flirting. It's the first time he actively swoons over a man, and he didn't expect him to respond. So saying he's happy would be an understatement. He's SO proud of himself and he just wants to keep seeing how far his flirting with Usopp can go because he genuinely, really, really likes him. He isn't sure if it's love love but he,,, He likes Usopp an insane amount. If he's being honest, more than he likes anybody else, but don't tell that to Nami or she'll get jealous (or so Sanji says. She doesn't give a single fuck).

So he keeps flirting with Usopp all the damn time. Calling him pet names. Bringing food. Talking to him in French. Insisting to be alone together. Listening to everything he says. He keeps being all touchy and clingy with him too in the most casual of ways (I think this is not intentional, by the way, they're just like this and now that they have crushes on each other they notice this more). Literally, anybody looking at them could see hearts in both of their eyes.

Sanji just feels so proud and happy when Usopp reacts to his flirting. Like genuinely happy. Smiling wide. Blushing. Everything. He's just excited somebody's paying attention to him for once (not my words, Zoro's. His wording was more brutal, though). And he notices the way Usopp looks at him and the little things he does when he thinks Sanji isn't looking. Like staring from afar and talking about him or finding excuses to be together.

The thing about Sanji saving Usopp, with his soaked shirt and everything, is that I think Sanji would've done this without thinking about the consequences. He's just saving Usopp. He's genuinely worried about his life. And then Usopp starts bleeding and Sanji finally knows what it feels like to be on the other end of the situation because seeing your crush having a nosebleed for you might boost your ego, but it's pretty worrying in the end.

I also wanna add another situation, and it's that I think Sanji can't handle alcohol. Two cups of whatever cocktail he made and he's losing his mind after the third sip ("Fucking lightweight" I say, as if I weren't literally the same). The thing is, he keeps flirting with Usopp one day when they throw a party (for no reason other than they're pirates and they like drinking) and it's the most pathetic thing ever. Hurts to witness. Because drunk Sanji in my opinion is"very very honest Sanji. No filter Sanji" and he keeps saying everything he thinks about Usopp and being extremely clingy. And you'd think that would be annoying, but Usopp is having a whole ass gay crisis right now while Sanji hugs him close and whispers everything to him, laughing against his neck and literally just, being extremely sweet without even realizing. Usopp is dying. Usopp died.

[mountslove333]

SMILES- MASON MOUNT

TW- swearing, happy relationships

REQUESTS OPEN PLS REQUEST JUCIY IDEAS!!!!!!!

SMILES - MASON MOUNT

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BLURB?

you had a had a tough day at work, actually a tough week and mason knew that so everyday after work when u arrived home he made it his mission to make you smile.

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MONDAY-

i flicked my  shoes off as soon as i walked through the door throwing my bag down and mumbling sour phrases under my breath. id not stopped all day and all i wanted to do was come home and relax with mason but my agitated state didn’t even let me notice him stood Infront of me, confused look upon his face.

“you okay love?” he asked creeping closer to me offering embrace

“yes mase just a stressful day” i told him truthfully accepting his affection.

the scent of his cologne immediately making me feel more safe and relaxed a smile welcoming itself onto my face.

“come on let’s go upstairs and watch a film” he told me grabbing my hand and leading me up our carpeted stairs

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TUESDAY-

different day, same story. your boss had been on and on at you all day, your feet hurt from the stupid heels that you now had to wear for work and to make it worse mason wouldn't be home for an hour after you got home and all you wanted right now was to be with him.

you finally arrived home and placed your bag down before finally taking off your heels. finally, you felt instant relief. a sigh left your lips as you reached the sofa briefly before checking the time. seeing you still had an hour before mason arrived you thought you'd just do some work to make your day easier tomorrow. while going to retrieve your laptop you also poured your self a glass of wine then sat at your kitchen island an began going through emails.

before you knew it you'd been sucked into the whirlpool of work and without even realising an hour later the jingle of keys made your head snap up too greet the face of your boyfriend 

“mason” you smiled

“didn't even have to try today” he mumbled now grinning himself

“what baby?” you questioned not hearing what he said

“nothing, nothing.”

“when'd you get home?”

“how long have you been working for?”

“you not even got changed yet, you always get changed first thing” he began to question you a concerned look gracing his face

“only an hour or so i think, just thought id try and get ahead of some things then got carried away” i told him beginning to shut some stuff down

“okay well your stopping now and letting me run you a bath” he told you lovingly

“i love you mase” you grinned

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WEDNESDAY-

it was the same old today, the only thing getting you through the day was the fact mason would already be home from training when you go home. so when it was time to go you couldn't be more thankful.

you made it opening the door to be greeted by a bored looking mason sat on the sofa scrolling mindlessly through his phone while some sort of sport was displayed on the tv Infront of him. he hadn't noticed you get and you decided to use the to you advantage and scare him.

you creeped slowly being careful to not make too much noise before reaching to a spot behind your sofa silently stopping for a second making sure he didn't hear you

“AHH” you shouted placing your hands on his shoulders

“FUCK” he shouted back jumping, then realising it was me 

“y/n what the fuck that was terrifying” he said placing a hand on his heart still recovering 

“I'm sorry mase you didn't see me and i couldn't not” you told him between fits of laughing sitting on the sofa

calming down he looked at you laughing state begging to smile scheming himself

“that's okay cos i just cant help doing this this” he smirked before beginning to tickle you making you fall back giggling uncontrollably 

“stop stop mason” you begged between laughter

he just smiled 

“say your sorry for scaring me and ill think about letting you go

“okay okay, I'm sorry mason” 

“see that wasn't so hard” he smiled stopping 

“you have to admit it was funny though” you grinned begging to lean into him on the sofa

“yeah yeah, shh you” he said before placing a kiss on your forehead.

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THURSDAY-

today was a bit different, quieter then other days defiantly but you put that down to the fact your boss was off sick, and felt cruel thinking that the one day your boss was sick was the day your doing a half day, well only working till 2pm.

tonight was one of your good friends birthdays and you and a few friends were going out for meal and a few drinks, not wanting to stay out late dew to you all having work the next day, hence the early finish so you could go out earlier.

finally 2pm rolled around, you collected your stuff hurriedly, said your goodbyes and began walking to your car. then driving home, something else motivating your drive was that mason was going to be home, he didn't have training this day your not sure why but wasn't complaining as you got to spend to extra time with him while getting ready.

you reached home opening the door, mason was no where to be seen so you assumed he was upstairs

“mason?” you questioned beginning to go upstairs

“in here” he shouted from the bedroom 

you followed his voice entering the bedroom and flopping down on the bed

“good day?” he asked chuckling 

“just got better, you?” you told him rolling over to face him

“same” he smiled

“I'm going to go shower quickly cos i need to get ready for the birthday thing” you told him getting up and walking to the bathroom

“okay don't be too long I've missed you today”

“missed you too mase”

you finished showing, wrapping yourself in a towel, placed your old clothes in the washing basket then left the bathroom to sit on your makeup desk, mason still across from you on the bed 

“how do you always look to beautiful?” he asked you

“shut up mason i looked like a drowned rat” you laughed watching him get up

he came up behind you so you were both looking into the mirror infront of you, his lips graced your neck making a soft trail down, your lips edging into a smile.

he looked up seeing you smile in the mirror

“do you have to go out?” he whined

“yes mason, you have me all to yourself tomorrow night though” you reasoned still looking at him through the mirror

“i better do”

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a/n i love mason so had to write for him this probs sucks because i haven’t written in ages

love you all

also PART 2?????

[vodika-vibes]

Can something fluffy and sweet be written up for Commander Doom please?

Snowed In

Summary: A sudden blizzard leaves you and your boyfriend snowed in.

Pairing: Commander Doom x Reader

Word Count: 756

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: So, Wookieepedia says that Doom's personality is "Wise and loyal" which is great, apparently he's a freaking owl. Anyway, I made up the entirity of his personality based on what I think someone who chose the name would be like! I hope you like it!

Divider by Saradika

You pull your knees up to your chin as the door to the garage opens and Doom steps in from the cold. You watch him stomp the snow off his boots, and then strip off his thick winter gear.

He rips off his snow cap, and tosses it on the bench you keep all of your winter gear in, and then he focuses his attention on you.

“It’s still snowing.” He says, deadpan.

You dissolve into giggles, and clamp your hand over your mouth to muffle the noise. “I told you it was,” You remind him with a grin, once your giggles calmed down.

He has a grin on his handsome face as he crosses the room and settles on the couch next to you, “Well, everything is shut down, but I did move the generator from the barn to the garage, just in case.”

You shift so you’re able to lay your head on his shoulder, “Ooh, my hero.”

“Well, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I made you get up and go out in that?” He gestured out the window, where the storm rages.

You lean up and kiss his cheek, “Thank you.” You murmur, “Though I am sorry that you won’t get back to your barracks tonight.”

“Oh no. I have to spend the night with the love of my entire life. Whatever will I do.” Doom says very, very dryly.

You laugh and press your face against his shoulder, “You’re impossible.” you say fondly.

“And yet you still love me.”

“I do,” You move so that you’re straddling his lap, and you cup his face with your hands, before lazily trailing your fingers into his curls, “I love you so, so much.” You murmur, almost thoughtfully.

Doom rumbles low in his chest, and his eyes slide shut. “How much do you love me?” He asks, a small smile playing on his lips as he slips into the familiar game. 

You hum thoughtfully, “More than there are stars in the sky.”

“Hm, that’s an awful lot of love.” Doom replies as he relaxes under your touch, but he opens his eyes to look into yours, “How do you manage to fit so much love in such a tiny package?” His hands slide up your sides and then cup your face to pull you into a very gentle kiss.

“It compresses a lot.” You reply with a happy sigh as his lips ghost against yours, and then trail up your cheek to rest against your temple.

Doom chuckles and moves his lips back to yours to tempt you into a heart melting kiss. He always kisses you like you’re the most precious item he’s ever held. And he holds you like you’re made of the finest crystal.

Your arms slide around his neck as you melt into his kiss. 

He’s not forceful, your Commander. He doesn’t demand or push, not with his words or with his kisses. And you’re comfortable with him, knowing that he would never pressure you into something that you might not be ready for. 

You also know, however, that he wants. 

You can tell by the way his fingers flex and the way his gaze lingers on you when he thinks you’re not paying attention. 

And you want also.

Just as much as he does.

And yet, somehow, neither of you have ever found the time to actually fall into bed with each other. A matter of a lack of time, rather than a lack of desire. After all, you both work far, far too much.

But with the storm outside, and the fact that he can’t leave-

Well.

Your hands slide from his shoulders, down his chest and over his stomach. “Doom,” You murmur against his lips. 

“Hm?” He leans into your feather light touch, and releases a shaky breath when he feels your cool fingers against the warmth of his stomach.

“Come to bed with me?” Your voice is soft as your hands trail up his stomach under his shirt.

He sighs softly, though it’s a noise of relief rather than annoyance, and he catches your lips in one more kiss, a deep and passionate kiss that has you arching against him and moaning into his mouth.

“Hold on to me, baby.” He murmurs against your lips, and the moment your arms hook securely around his neck, he stands, holding you as though you weigh nothing.

You grin against his lips, “Love you, Doom.”

“I love you too.” He replies, “Let me show you how much.”

[sequinsmile-x]

Stained Glass Windows - Chapter Fifty Seven

Life was complicated, but they wouldn't have it any other way.

-x-

Hi friends,

As ever, thank you so so much for your love on this fic. It means so much.

This chapter contains a conversation I've been planning on them to have since Emily had Lily back in Chapter 40!!

Please let me know what you think <3

-x-

Words: 2.2k

A full list of warnings for the fic can be found on the Series Master List.

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

She barely speaks to him on the way home, her eyes fixed out of the window as he drives, his spare hand fixed on her thigh. Her demeanour changes the moment they pick up Lily from daycare, a switch he’d be surprised by if he didn’t know her so well, her ability to compartmentalise second to none. 

Their evening at home is relatively normal. She feeds Lily and he then gives the baby her bath, the weight of grief that had been heavy on his chest for days lessening as his little girl giggles as she splashes water at him, her smile already the same as Emily’s. Once they’ve put Lily down to sleep the happy facade shatters, broken shards of it on the floor around them as they both sit on the couch, the baby monitor occasionally crackling from its place on the coffee table. 

Emily doesn’t know how to feel. Her emotions are wrought, overwhelming in a way she hates, as the doctor’s words play round and round in her head like a grim tape she can’t switch off. She wonders if it’s better this way, that the decision was taken out of her hands even though, in her heart of hearts, she knows what she would have done. 

“What would you have wanted to do?” She asks, the question surprising her almost as much as it does Aaron. They’d been sitting in silence ever since Lily had fallen asleep, the minutes stretching out into hours as they sat in their grief and sadness, “If…if I hadn’t lost it what would you have wanted to do?” 

He looks at her, his eyes fixed on her profile as she continues to look straight ahead, her gaze lingering on a picture of Lily when she was a newborn - the photo taken in the hospital when Emily held her for the first time. He isn’t sure how to answer the question, not wanting to upset her any more than she’d already been upset, but he’d never lied to her, had made a promise a long time ago that he never would, so he sighs, his gaze dropping to his lap as he speaks. 

“It’s your body, Em,” he says carefully, “It would have been your call.” 

She snaps her head to look at him, anger she knows he doesn’t deserve thrumming under her skin as he unknowingly repeats a phrase she’d heard in two pivotal moments of her life. The first when she was pregnant at 15, coached by Matthew who was the same age as her, the assurance that she could do what she wanted strange coming from someone whose voice had only just broken. The second was a surgeon when they confirmed she was a match to donate her liver to her mother, a reassurance that she didn’t have to do it, even though Emily truly felt like there was no other choice. 

She doesn’t want pleasantries from him. She wants the truth. Wants to know what he would have wanted if they had been left to make the call themselves. 

“Aaron,” she says, clenching her teeth slightly when he looks up at her, “Please tell me. I…” she clears her throat and shakes her head, “I need to know.” 

He maintains eye contact with her, and the desperation in her eyes makes him ache. He swallows thickly, trying to push down the lump in his throat, and he blows out a steady breath. 

“I would have wanted to do whatever was safest for you,” he says, the thought of losing her, something he’d had to consider more than once over the years, almost too much to bear, “I need you, Lily and Jack do, I can’t risk that,” he can’t read her face, can’t see what she’s thinking and he hates it. He clears his throat and looks down at his lap, “I wouldn’t have forced you to do anything you didn’t want to, but I would have wanted to listen to the doctor.” 

Even though she knew that was what he would say it still makes her suck in a harsh breath, her lungs too full of sadness and grief and misplaced anger to fully let it settle, forcing it back out in a humourless laugh. 

“You sure came to that decision quickly.” 

It’s unkind and she knows it, but it was easier to be mad at him because she knows he loves her, that he’d forgive her. She could feel the anger brewing like a storm in the bottom of her gut, making it twist and ache in a way she’d become painfully accustomed to over the last week or so. She knew, if she was really angry at anyone, it was at herself. At her doctor. At the universe for putting her in this position, the collision of her past and present that had left her feeling so unsteady. 

He clenches his jaw at her response, irritation making his body tight and his nerves start to fray. She wants an argument and he knows it. He’d loved her long enough to know this was how she dealt with things, how she put off actually feeling what she needed to feel. He’d barely slept in a week, spending his time either worried about her or making sure she was okay, hardly giving himself time to think about what he’d lost too. Suddenly he’s overwhelmed with memories, with the longest hour of his life as he waited outside an operating room as Emily had emergency surgery to have Lily, his fear that he might lose one or both of them something that still would wake him sometimes in the night.  

Later, when he looks back, he’d know that’s why he said what he says next, his turbulent emotions winning out over his usual ability to not bite at that bait dangled in front of him.

“It’s not the first time I’ve had to consider it.” 

His words hang over them, heavy and suffocating as they suck all of the air out of the room. Emily stares at him, her lips pressed together as he stops talking, any other comment stuck in his chest. 

“What does that mean?” 

He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, and he wishes he could unsay it, that he could take his comment back, but he can’t. “When you went down for your c-section I pulled the doctor aside, and I asked her if she could only save one of you, to save you.” 

It feels like a blow to her chest, winding her as she struggles to suck in a breath. She frowns as she looks at him, the mere thought of it enough to make her put a bit more space between them. 

“You…” she chokes on a sound between a laugh and a sob, “You asked them to do what?” She asks, her voice dripping with something so close to disgust, something that makes him clench his teeth even harder, “What about our little girl-”

“Don’t you dare imply I don’t love our daughter,” he says, cutting her off before she can say something they both know she’d regret. He looks at her, his gaze fierce, unyielding in a way he hadn’t looked at her in since long before they fell in love, “I’d die for her, for both of you, you know that. But I didn’t know her then. I knew you. And I…” he drifts off, clenching his jaw as tears press at the back of his eyes, “I can’t lose you, Em. You’re the love of my life. And god help me, I’d say the same thing tomorrow if I had to. You’re the most important thing in any of these situations. Even more so now Lily is here. It’s not just me anymore. She needs you too.” 

She watches as a tear slips free from his lashline, painting a treacherous path down his cheek. All the righteous anger she’d felt disappears so quickly that she physically wilts, her shoulders sagging as she looks at him. 

“Honey,” she says, shifting towards him, closing the gap she’d created. She places her hand over his and squeezes, her heart aching even more when he doesn’t look at her, doesn’t squeeze back, “I’m sorry. I know you love her, I know that,” she says, squeezing his hand again, “It’s just…you never told me that before.” 

They’d never talked about it in any depth beyond an initial conversation once she and Lily were home from the hospital. Aaron had never told her anything in any real detail from his point of view. Instead, he’d simply been there for her. Helped her through her physical, and mental, recovery from a labour that hadn’t been anywhere near what she wanted it to be. She feels guilty for not checking in on him more, for not thinking about how he felt after it all happened because she was so wrapped up in the exhaustion of having a newborn. 

She didn’t have to imagine how it felt to sit in a hallway as the person you loved was in surgery. It was something she was intimately familiar with, a kind of fear she wouldn’t wish on anyone, let alone the man she loves. 

He smiles at her. It’s crooked, self-deprecating, and not the smile she knows and loves. But it’s something, and it warms her up from the inside out regardless. 

“It’s not something that just comes up,” he says, squeezing her hand, his jaw tight as another tear slips free. She reaches up and wipes it away, her touch delicate against his skin. He turns his head to kiss her palm. She shifts closer to him so she’s tucked up against him, settling into his side as he wraps his arms around her, an edge of desperation to his embrace. “I…I can’t lose you, sweetheart.”

She lifts their joint hands and kisses his knuckles, “I know,” she says, kissing his hand again before she clasps it in both of hers. She rubs circles on his skin with her thumb, hoping she can press her love for him into his skin, that it’s something he can carry with him everywhere, “I can’t lose you either.” 

It had been 18 months since Foyet had attacked Aaron. Their lives had changed so much since then. They had bought a house and got married, they had a little girl. Despite all that, there were moments when she felt like she was still right there, outside his old apartment with her gun in her hands as she heard Foyet taunt him. She still struggled sometimes when he didn’t answer his phone, when a little too much time lapsed between contact. Those precious few minutes she’d spent talking to Penelope that night enough to leave him permanently scared, something she still felt guilty about even now. 

In comparison to when she had Lily, what happened with Foyet was a lifetime ago. Aaron was still processing it all, and maybe he always would be. She knows it’s something they’ll face when they do decide to have another child in the future, her fear of losing another pregnancy she knows she won’t shift, the comparison between Rome and now something that was forever solidified in her brain, alongside his fear of what would happen when the baby was born.

She knew they’d get through it just like they did everything else - together. 

“I know it would have been the right call,” she says, tears pressing at the back of her eyes, “It wouldn’t have been easy, but I would have done it. For you, for Lily and Jack,” she sighs and her chin trembles, “I spent the last week trying not to compare all of this to Rome,” she says, pressing her hand to her abdomen, “I was even the same meds for fuck sake,” she shakes her head, “I guess I just always hoped it wasn’t a decision I'd have to consider if I ever met someone and started a family.” 

He pulls her closer so she’s all but in his lap, her legs swinging over his as he holds her tighter, his lips against her forehead, “I’m sorry, sweetheart.” 

She turns her head to kiss his jaw, “It’s not your fault,” she pulls back to look at him, her eyes shining and her smile faint, “Although we are going to have to be careful since we really do seem to be the most fertile couple on the planet.” 

He chokes out a laugh, the sound wet as it catches in his chest, and he nods, pressing his lips against her forehead fiercely, “We’ll figure it out. I’ll go buy condoms in that pharmacy down the street with the smart-mouthed teenager on the checkout.” 

She nods and smiles, leaning in to stamp her lips against his, “I love you.”

He presses his forehead against hers and cups the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair, “I love you too.” 

She knew that as long as she had him and their family, she could make it through anything. 

-x-

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Steve drove for a while after ditching Tommy and Carol.

He should have realized saying that shit about Nancy and Jonathan wasn't okay. He shouldn't have let his anger get the best of him. He acted like his dad and the more Steve thought about it, the more obvious it was that Tommy and Carol had always encouraged him to behave like that. They constantly were egging him on, making him angrier and angrier until he lashed out.

He didn't want to lash out. He didn't want his so-called friends to encourage that shit. He used to be kinder, gentle. He used to be more like his mom.

It was that thought that made Steve pull over. He couldn't really see the road anymore, his vision completely blurred both by tears and the shiner Jonathan gave him. Steve couldn't remember the last time he cried like this; tears streaming down his cheeks, snot dripping from his nose, his breath growing quicker and more panicked. He felt like he was drowning.

Then someone knocked on his window and scared the shit out of him.

He turned his head to look at the intruder, hastily wiping the tears from his eyes only to wince when he accidentally touched his bruised face. It was some girl he vaguely recognized. They probably went to school together. He thought she might be in band, but he had no way of knowing unless he actually asked her. Then again, that might make the fact that she was an apparent witness to his emotional breakdown even worse. God, he did not need rumors of "Crybaby Steve" circulating the school, especially after his fallout with Tommy and Carol. Desperately trying to calm his breathing, with varying degrees of success, Steve rolled his window down.

"Can I-- Can I help you?"

His voice cracking nearly sent him spiraling again, tears welling up once more.

"Is there a reason you picked my front lawn to shatter to pieces or am I just that lucky?"

He couldn't tell if it was the bluntness of her words, the deadpan delivery, or just the fact that she had the audacity to joke about the whole thing. Whatever it was, Steve burst out laughing. He sounded hysterical to his own ears, but it was a hell of a lot better than crying. He tried to reign himself in when she started looking nervous, but he could only taper his cackling down into breathy giggles.

"S-sorry. I don't know why-y I'm l-laughing."

The girl snorted at him, shaking her head in exasperation that seemed both irritated and fond.

"That's fine. We'll start with something easy. Why are you on my lawn?"

Steve glanced away from her and out the window and, sure enough, his car was halfway on her lawn. He turned back to her, sheepish.

"I, uh, I couldn't see the road. Sorry."

She blinked for a few moments, her expression betraying nothing on how she was feeling. There were a few instances where she looked like she was going to say something and decided against it. To say the least, her silence made Steve increasingly nervous.

"Do you want to sit on the grass for a bit?"

She seemed hesitant to make such an offer, but he could tell it was genuine nonetheless.

"Yeah."

So they sat on her lawn.

They sat on her lawn for hours. Talking, tearing up bits of grass and throwing them at each other, just simply existing in the moment. It was the most calm Steve had felt since he started high school.

"I'm worried that I went too far. That it won't matter if I apologize to them or not."

"It doesn't matter if they forgive you or not. It's important that they know you are aware that you fucked up. Acknowledge that you were in the wrong and don't want to make that same mistake. It sucks, but it's what you have to do if you wanna make it right."

"Yeah. Thanks Robin. You're really cool."

"That's quite the complement coming from The Hair."

Steve groaned, knowing full well what that nickname indicated. He laid back on the grass, gaze fixed on the darkening sky.

"Hey Robin?"

"Yeah Steve?"

"Would you maybe want to be friends? I don't really have any real ones."

And what a depressing thought that was. It was true, though. Tommy and Carol have never been real friends, not in the way he needed them to be. The closest thing he had was Nancy and look at how that turned out so far.

"Are you for real?"

Robin sounded bewildered and it made Steve wonder how isolated he made himself out to be that anyone would question why he might want to befriend them. God, popularity ruined him.

"Yes?"

Now he was anxious that Robin was only humoring him. Of course she wouldn't want to be friends with him. He was a complete loser, just like his dad always said.

"Okay. Yeah. We can be friends, Steve."

The warmth that spread through Steve was lightning fast. It felt almost as good as when Nancy would sneak away with him to make-out at school. Maybe even better.

"Cool. Thanks, uh, for all of this. I didn't mean to just kind of dump my shit on your lap, but I'm glad we met. Yeah. Anyway, I've got apologies to make. I'll see you later?"

He glanced at her from the side, a shy grin taking over his face. She smiled back and gave him a playful shove.

"See you later, Harrington. Tell me how it goes!"

Steve rushed back to his car, determination settling in his gut. He'd apologize to Jonathan first. It was only right.

***

Robin wouldn't go as far as to say that she was worried, but she was definitely curious. A tad concerned maybe. It was just that Steve hadn't been to class for the last three days. Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Byers hadn't either and perhaps that was why Robin found herself anxious. After all, Barb Holland and Will Byers went missing recently. Who's to say the same thing couldn't have happened to those three?

Robin smacked her cheeks a few times. There was no sense in getting worked up by worst case scenarios. She'd get the facts, one way or another, even if it meant venturing all the way to Loch Nora to find Steve.

That plan turned out to be wholly unnecessary because Steve walked into class right as she had that thought. He looked a little twitchy, his eyes flicking across the classroom like they anticipated danger. It wasn't long before he clocked Robin. She waved and the smile that blossomed on his face was so bright she thought she was going to need sunglasses.

He went straight for his seat right in front of hers and immediately situated himself so that he was facing her.

"Hey Robin!"

"Hey yourself! Did everything go okay? I haven't seen you in class."

He studied his hands for a moment, a distant look passing through his eyes like he was remembering something, before he smiled ruefully at her.

"Yeah. Everything went okay. I would've come in yesterday, but my mom wanted me to rest at home. Wasn't feeling too good. I'm here now though! Ready to actually pay attention for once."

Robin snorted right as their English teacher entered the classroom. Steve spun around quickly to face the front, but every so often he turn his head halfway toward hers and make faces at her. She shoved him every time, a smile playing across her face.

Steve Harrington was a wild card, but Robin had a gut feeling that they'd be good for each other.

***

Happy Platonic Stobin Month! I have no idea how much I'm actually going to participate, but I did write this thing! So I hope y'all enjoy! (Prompts 1 & 20: Alternate Meeting/1983)

[lovesick-rambles]

Groovy, Baby!

commission for: @all4theluvoflizzy

summary: After realizing that their feelings for each othere were mutual, Austin Powers and Lizzy decide to host a big party at his pad to celebrate

word count: 1k

author's note: Thank you so so much for commissioning me, Lizzy! I enjoyed writing this so much! Austin's dialog was fun to do! :)

“Wait, seriously?” Lizzy couldn’t help but be shocked at what she was hearing.

“Totally!” Her friend replied, “He’s like, super into you! I’m shocked you didn’t even notice!”

Lizzy thought back to all the times she interacted with the well-known Austin Powers. How he was very attentive to her, always gently touching her arm or shoulder, how he seemed to hang on to every word she said. She always assumed that these behaviors were just his personality but it became obvious that these were the actions of a man in love. 

She felt her face flush, “I…I like him too. Wow, I didn’t know it was mutual!”

“Don’t talk to me!” Her friend giggled, “Go find him and tell him you feel the same, silly!”

She didn’t hesitate to do what her friend suggested. Without even saying goodbye, Lizzy ran off to try to find Austin. She wrote a whole speech in her head and recited it over and over while searching for him. Once she saw him, though, all of those words flitted away and it was almost like she never thought of them in the first place. Despite that, Lizzy still took a deep breath and confidently strutted towards him with a smirk.

“Well, well, well,” Austin greeted, giving her a goofy grin, “I was hoping I’d see an angel today and here you are! Guess my prayers have been answered.”

She chuckled, “So, a little birdy told me something about you.”

“Oh? What did it tweet about?” He asked, his smirk still plastered on his face.

“Well,” Lizzy began, “It told me that you have feelings for a certain angel you were praying for.”

Austin nodded, “I think it told you the truth. Does my angel have a response to this little bird?”

Instead of responding, Lizzy leaped into his arms and gave him a big squeeze. Surprised at the sudden contact, Austin initially froze before returning her hug. They stayed like that in each other’s arms for a moment before Lizzy pulled away to look him in the face.

“I love you, too.”

“Woah! Moving fast, aren’t we?” He joked, “That’s okay, baby, I like it fast.”

“Shut up!” She giggled.

Austin hugged her again and twirled her around, smothering her face in kisses before saying, “Never. I can’t not say how much I love you, too.”

Lizzy melted into his kisses and felt her face grow warm again. It made her happy knowing that she could now officially label herself as “Austin Powers’ Girlfriend”.

“So,” He stopped kissing her briefly, “What should we do to celebrate? I personally think we should have a swinging party at my pad.”

She thought for a moment and grinned at him, “A party sounds like the perfect way to announce our new relationship!”

“Groovy!” He replied excitedly, “Well, what are we waiting for? We need to set it all up, don’t we?”

“Let’s go, then!” Lizzy grabbed his hand and squeezed it before tugging him along behind her.

He laughed and let her lead the way back to his pad, watching her with lovestruck eyes. Once they got to his place, they had a hard time keeping their hands off each other. They kept wanting to hug, cuddle, and kiss instead of planning their party. Eventually, they pulled themselves together and planned together, still sneaking kisses and hand squeezes here and there. Together, they figured out the music they wanted, the decorations, and the food. All that was left were the invitations. Austin and Lizzy took turns making the invitations and sealing them in the envelopes, sometimes putting stamps on each other instead of the envelopes.

“I think that’s the last one!” Lizzy chirped, slowly peeling the two stamps Austin stuck on her cheeks.

He had many more stamps on his face and tried to look at the one placed on his forehead, “Perfect, Liz, perfect! We gotta send ‘em out, though.”

Then, they sent them out together and the last thing they needed to do was wait. Due to Austin’s immense popularity, there was an amazing turn out the day of the party that shocked both Austin and Lizzy. 

Austin’s 60’s themed pad was packed to the brim with excited party guests. There were so many people that neither he or Lizzy were sure they knew the names of everyone. Despite that, everyone there knew the new couple and made sure to find them at some point during the night to send their congratulations. Many confided in them that they were a bit envious of their newfound love and hoped that they’d find some themselves soon. 

Every time someone confessed that they were jealous of his new relationship, Austin gave them the same response, “Well, you’re here now, aren’t you? There’s a lot of pretty people here, too! Get groovy with the one of your dreams and give it a shot!”

Every guest that got his advice made sure to use it. To them, Austin Powers was the King of Flirting. It would be a waste to not listen to him when it came to trying to woo the one you have your eyes on. They all looked at Austin gazing at Lizzy longingly and took inspiration from them to find someone they could do that with. What was originally a party to celebrate the budding love between Austin and Lizzy slowly morphed into a speed dating party. Not that either of them minded.

“It’s awfully cute that our guests are trying to find love, too.” Lizzy commented, taking a long sip of her drink.

He nodded, “It’s very, very cool. We’re like the Mona Lisa of love.”

She giggled, “That’s awfully presumptuous. I don’t think we’re that great.”

“I disagree, Liz,” Austin smirked, “And I think our party does, too.”

“I guess so.” She leaned in and kissed him, smiling against his lips.

He returned her kiss happily and made sure that everyone at the party could see them expressing their love for each other. The rest of the party was spent encouraging love, sharing kind words and flirty vibes, and congratulating Lizzy and Austin.

[allylikethecat]

talk shop tuesday!

ally! how are you?

i was reading through all the asks and i was having the best time reading about the matties lmao anons just kept going and going and i love it 😭 also, i’m glad pop is well!

today was pretty uneventful, i sat on the phone disputing a charge on my bank account today ugh but i finally got the bank to give me my money back so i can’t complain there. oh but i did catch up with some friends i hadn’t seen in a while over the weekend and that was lovely

todays update: i was extremely surprised by our update today!!! i loved it sm while atkh matty has my (and everyone else’s) heart rn, it’s good to hear from my first favorite, infection!verse matty <3 unfortunately he wasn’t doing too hot but that’s not a shock lol, what DID shock me was that we are exploring different birthdays! i thought from the first chapter we were gonna continue with matty being 28 and leading up to the attempt form the og storyline!! I love the attention the detail you always add to your work. it just shows how much you love the fandom and how much you care for your own work. like mentioning the balloon wanting to be held, and the reference to the real cake photo lol

talk shop tuesday!!

when you’re in a creative slump, what’s something that usually helps?

do you have anyone you share your work or ideas with before us?

- 🥤

also if my asks are way too long please don’t be afraid to tell me it won’t hurt my feelings i will tone them down if you want because i just word vomit and send it in 😬

HELLO MY DEAR SMOOTHIE ANON,

First off, please NEVER apologize for sending a long ask omg I get SO EXCITED whenever I see you in my inbox omg the only thing better than asks/fic comments are LONG asks and fic comments so thank you so so much for feeding my soul with these. I apologize that I am about to type out the longest ever response lol

Second, Happy Talk Shop Tuesday! Thank you for indulging me in my favorite day of the week 🩵 Pop and I appreciate the well wishes. After sending me spiraling last week and costing me lots of money the little fucker has decided that he is "totally fine now" and he hasn't even started his new expensive medication yet because it had to be special ordered 😑 The official verdict is that he was sore after playing too hard in turn out so really he's just an idiot who did it to himself. I rode him before work today and when I got to the barn he was bucking and playing on the walker. I was like SIR YOU ARE SEVENTEEN PLEASE STOP and then he was his version of wild for our hack - he just wanted to zoom. 🤦🏻‍♀️ LOL the Multiple Fictional!Matties of madness! I was giggling so hard yesterday answering all those asks. Those anon(s) are iconic and I am so grateful to them for indulging me and sending us down such a fun rabbit hole (or at least... I thought it was fun)

I'm happy to hear that you had an uneventful day, sometimes those are the best kind of days! I'm also very glad to hear that you were able to dispute the charge and get the money back from the bank! That kind of stuff is always so stressful 😭 I also hope you had a lovely time with your friends this weekend!

AHH I'm so happy to hear that you enjoyed today's update! I know it probably wasn't the one ~the people~ were hoping for, but I had a lot of fun working on it and have been not so patiently waiting to post it lol (plus that one anon a while back did always say it was best to post that fic chaotically when it was least expected!) ATKH Fictional!Matty might be the current favorite child, and I am SO GRATEFUL that for all the love that he has received! But Infection Verse Fictional!Matty will always be the OG favorite child lol

I'm glad I was still able to surprise you with the fics direction! I took a page out of The A&E Fic's book and decide that each chapter was going to follow a different birthday / year instead of it being one "moment" in time like the Christmas Fic (the Christmas Fic was supposed to just be a very long one shot though RIP) Don't worry, we will still eventually return to twenty eight year old Fictional!Matty and his very not great year and subsequent inpatient treatment / adjustment to his new normal after. I also really want to write about Infection Verse Fictional!Matty and Fictional!George getting together as teenagers the first time. I swear I'll write those fics eventually I love the infection verse too much to leave it fully lol I'm excited for the next birthday - any guesses how old fictional!Matty will be turning? 😉

Including the cake was a last minute decision - someone had sent me that photo a few weeks ago and I was like omg I must include it somehow! And the balloon thing is one of my favorite little details - ever since reading that New Yorker article I've been trying to weave that little detail / feeling into all the different infection verse fics.

TALK SHOP TUESDAY TIME

When I'm in a creative slump I usually put on my writing playlist (lol I listen to The Chainsmokers when I write because millennial) and just write something, anything. I make myself write at least 500 words a day, whether it's for a fic, my own original fiction, or literally anything. By making myself write SOMETHING everyday, I'm usually able to push through my creative slumps because even if it sucks I did write *something* which usually helps keep me from getting too in my head if that makes sense? Chatting about fic with a few mutuals has also been very helpful as well!

In terms of sharing my work / ideas with someone before posting about it on here- I used to share it with my bestie but then she got a new boyfriend and decided she wasn't into fandom or fic anymore so out of respect for her I have stopped doing that, I do now have a very beloved trusted mutual on here though that I usually spit ball ideas with now and then I am very, very grateful for them!

Thank you SO MUCH for sending such a truly fantastic ask! I apologize for writing a novel in response, if you've made it this far thank you SO MUCH for reading and for the continued support! I hope you continue to enjoy my fics and I look forward to your next ask 🩵 I hope you enjoy Friday's ATKH update and that you are having a wonderful Tuesday and a fantastic rest of your week!

❤️Ally

[watatsumiis]

Sitting in their lap - part 3

I'm really enjoying writing this series, so here's another part! :D

Content: Gender neutral reader (referred to as 'you'), described/implied to be physically smaller than most of the characters (simply because I am and that's how I project, but if you'd like an alternate version, send me an ask and I'll whip it up!), pre-established platonic relationships (though this may border into romantic if you consider physical affection to be that way, so be warned)

Part 1 - (Ft. Albedo, Al Haitham, Ayato, Arlecchino, Capitano, Childe)

Part 2 - (Ft. Dainsleif, Diluc, Dottore, Gorou, Itto, Kaeya)

Characters in this one: Kaveh, Kazuha, Lisa, Morax, Pantalone, Pierro

Kaveh is a bit of a squirmer - he loves being kept company though and will do anything he can to make sure you're comfortable. If he's particularly absorbed in a project, he may barely acknowledge you, but you'll find that he just absently starts to fidget and toy with you, stroking your hair and touching your face, tugging at your clothes, as if he's just making sure you're still here. Sometimes he may even ask for your opinions on what he's working on and will just absently chatter away to you. You don't have to listen super intently, he doesn't mind either way, it's just like he enjoys hearing the sound of his own voice.

Kazuha tends to get up and move around a lot, even when he seems to be settled. He finds that moving around can help get the creative juices flowing - but he'll still himself for a while if it seems like you're in need of some attention. He mutters to himself a lot and may even be working on more than one thing at once (sometimes even holding pencils in both hands), catching little snippets of inspiration before they're gone with the wind. Sometimes it seems like he's looking for your input on a quote or idea, but he always seems a little shocked/startled when you provide a response - but not at all displeased, he really likes having someone to share his ideas with. You notice that his writing tends to border into softer/fluffier sorts of stuff when you're sitting with him - perhaps the physical touch affects him more than he lets on.

Lisa thinks it's super cute and sweet of you to seek her out this way - she certainly doesn't mind having an excuse not to do her work (though it's not like she was going to do it in the first place). She'll chuckle and tease you a little, then settle in for the long haul. She may disturb every now and then to ask you if you need anything or if you can shift your position just a little, but other than that you're pretty much left alone - except for the odd occasion when she's particularly bored and might prod or poke you to make you squirm or giggle. She really does enjoy the company - it gets rather lonely in the library sometimes, especially when people are just dropping in and out for books.

Morax, despite his spiky, horned exterior, really enjoys some snuggles, regardless of his current temperament. The clashing of cold blooded dragon and warm blooded human can mean he has difficulty regulating his own temperature, so having something warm curled up in his lap is often just what he needs to even himself out. He'll curl his big tail around you and rest his chin atop your head - you swear you can feel some kind of purr resonating from somewhere deep in his chest. It's almost possessive, the way he curls his unnaturally tall form around you, puffing out a little sigh into your hair. If he happens to be in a talkative mood, you cuddling up to him may also prompt him into telling you a story or reciting a poem he heard long ago - his voice sounds different from behind those wickedly sharp fangs inside his mouth, but it's still unmistakably him. He'll always make a point to thank you for keeping him company once you get up to go (or if he has to go for whatever reason).

Pantalone acts aggrieved at first - don't take it as a personal slight, he's just dramatic. He'll quickly figure out how to continue his work around you (though you may get booted off if someone walks into his study) and you'll find that he starts to absently use you as a fidget toy, twirling your hair around gloved fingers and pressing his cheek lightly against you as he lets out a content hum from the back of his throat, so quiet that you almost feel like you imagined it. If it becomes a regular thing between you two, he may eventually organise for his workers to bring up extra snacks, and maybe a book or something to keep you occupied. His work is mind-numbingly boring and he doesn't really have any way to entertain you personally. He may get a little strict (or even downright mean) if you fidget and squirm too much, and will remind you "You're only in here because I'm gracious enough to allow you to occupy both my time and space. That opportunity can be taken back at any time." Meanie :(

Pierro has a bout of initial confusion and shock, but doesn't really let it show. He'll just let you climb into his lap, giving you this stern and vaguely-disapproving look as you do so, but he won't say anything or make any move to discipline or redirect you - that's pretty much him giving you the go-ahead. He'll hardly even acknowledge you, just working around you as he does what he needs to do. If anyone happens to walk in, he'll act like you're not even there, just go about his business as usual. His resting temperature is a little cool, but not to an unpleasant degree. You may find him setting a hand on your hip or back every nod and then so that you don't tumble off as he shifts his weight around or reaches for something on his desk, but other than that it's like you don't exist at all - unless you get too wriggly or start asking questions, in which case he just lifts you off of him and sets you on your feet somewhere off to the side of the chair like a mother cat repositioning a kitten.

Please don't repost, steal, copy or otherwise plagarise my writing! This includes posting translations to other sites.

[thefloorisbalaclava]

i want you to want me [johnny 'soap' mactavish x f!reader]

🢒pairing: johnny 'soap' mactavish x f!reader 🢒words: 2,986 🢒warnings: SMUT AHEAD - friends to lovers, sex on the first date, unprotected sex, some dirty talk, oral sex (m and f receiving), woman on top 🢒summary: you finally take soap up on his offer to take you out. by the end of the night, he ends up in your room.

🢒a/n: so this is basically a friends-to-lovers speedrun. sorry, not sorry.

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You and Johnny were fast friends. Anyone who met him had a tough time not being his friend. He was funny, spontaneous, and charming in his unique way that drew people in. At times, he could get a little cocky, but even then, he was magnetic.

And he liked you—a lot.

The truth was, you were afraid to take things any further with him because you two were such great friends. There was some harmless flirting here and there, but there was no denying the attraction between you. It was apparent to everyone else as well.

Johnny wanted you, and he wasn’t afraid to say it, even in a joking way. He looked at you from across the table and winked, and you stuck your tongue out at him.

“I’ll show you what you can do with that, lass,” he warned with that cocky smirk.

“In your dreams,” you teased. Even when he looked away, your gaze lingered on him. You checked your watch and jumped up. You needed to be in bed to be up bright and early to lead PT tomorrow.

“Leavin’ us so soon?” Soap asked.

“Yup. Bye, losers!” you joked before walking away. You counted the seconds in your head for how long it took Soap to follow behind you.

“20 seconds this time, Johnny. You know how to leave a girl waiting, huh?”

“Don’t be like that,” he said, feigning sadness. “Got something I wanna ask ya.”

“Should I be worried?” You stopped and looked at him.

“No,” he chuckled. He rubbed the back of his neck. Was he nervous? “We’re all going out tomorrow night, and I was wondering if you’d like to…accompany me….”

His words trailed off. He knew that every other time he asked something like this, your answer was no.

“I know you’re going to say no, but I’m a persistent fella,” he said.

“No shit,” you joked. You pretended to think, tapping your chin with your finger. “Sure, I’ll accompany you.”

“Okay, well, can’t say I didn’t—wait, what? Did you say yes?” The smile on his face grew tenfold.

“I said yes,” you giggled.

“Holy shit…fuck…um…I’m gonna hug you now,” he warned before wrapping his arms around you, making you laugh even more.

“You better let go of me before people get the wrong idea, Johnny.”

“Would that be so bad?” he asked, pulling back to look at you. His hands still rested on your waist.

You shrugged. “I guess it wouldn’t be too bad.” You ruffled his hair, and he let you go. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Okay!” he said excitedly, the smile never leaving his face.

Leading PT kicked your ass, so you were excited about going out tonight and not thinking about anything but having fun.

Soap knocked on the door as soon as you stepped out of your bathroom. You looked through the peephole and watched how he smoothed down his clothes, ensured his hair was straight, and ran his tongue along his teeth before you opened the door.

“Thank God,” he said as he hugged you. “I was afraid you’d stand me up.”

You pulled back. “You think I’d do that to you, Johnny?”

“No. I mean…I don’t know. I know I can…ruffle yer feathers sometimes and—”

“Let’s have fun tonight, okay? I’ve been looking forward to this.”

“You have?” he asked in shock as you walked into the hall and closed the door behind you. “I mean…of course you have. I’m a blast to be around.”

“Oh, Johnny, you never cease to amaze me,” you teased.

As always, Johnny made you laugh until you cried. You found that he was even funnier with a few drinks in him. His accent became a bit stronger too.

“I hope you don’t mind…” he started.

“What?!” you yelled over the noise of the pub. He leaned in close, his lips touching your ear.

“I said I hope you don’t mind, but these drinks are making me wanna be very honest with you right now….”

“I thought you were always honest with me, Johnny.”

“I am, but…this is different. I want…I want…” he stammered.

“You want?”

“You!” he shouted, and you blinked at him.

“I’m pretty sure I already knew that,” you told him.

He shook his head. “Nah, you don’t get it. I want you.” He gave you a look, and finally, it clicked.

“Oh…oh!” You quickly brought your drink to your lips and finished it all. “Excuse me.” You stood quickly and walked to the bathroom. Luckily, it was empty.

You stared at yourself in the mirror and pondered. It’s not like you hadn’t thought of it before, but that was in your private thoughts. It’s not like you thought you would ever really sleep with him—it was just fun to think about.

You worried that it would make him see you in an entirely new light if you had slept with him so quickly.

“Who the fuck cares?” you mumbled to your reflection. After a few more deep breaths, you walked out of the bathroom and found Johnny wallowing in his whiskey. He perked up once he saw you making your way over.

“Look, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable…” he started.

You leaned so you could talk in his ear. “You wanna get outta here?”

He was taken aback. If his eyebrows went any higher, they would be at his hairline. “Like…now you mean?”

You nodded, then turned to the others. “I’m going. Bye, guys!” You walked out, and a few moments later, Johnny joined you.

“I-I think they might know,” he said.

“Of course they do. Do you care?” you asked.

“Not if you don’t.” He seemed a lot more nervous than usual. “Um…it’s probably not a great idea if I drive.”

“We’ll Uber and come back to get your car tomorrow. Sound good?” You looked at him, and he was staring at you in disbelief.

“Are you real?” he asked.

“You’re not that drunk, are you?” You found an Uber that was only 2 minutes away.

“So, this is happening?”

“Yup. There’s our guy,” you said, pulling him along by his wrist.

He appeared to be in a daze the whole way back. He did so in a complete trance when you told him to follow you to your room. Even when you let him inside, he just stood by the door.

“Johnny?” You kicked your shoes off and stood in front of him. “Are you okay?”

“I think so. Yeah.” He finally looked at you and smiled.

“Hey,” you said.

“Hey.”

“Wanna watch some TV?” you asked.

“Sure.” He took his boots off and joined you on the small sofa, tensing up when you put your legs across his lap.

“Is this okay?”

“Yeah.” He smirked and relaxed a little more.

Before long, you two were more interested in what the other had to say than the television. You could listen to him talk for hours on end.

“When are you gonna kiss me, Johnny?” you asked.

“You want me to?”

You nodded. “I’ve always wanted to know what your lips feel like.”

“Really?”

“Really.” You sat up on your knees and moved closer to him. He cleared his throat and wet his lips quickly before leaning in. You met him halfway.

The kiss felt so natural—like it was meant to happen. He sighed happily, and you deepened the kiss, nearly laying your entire top half over his lap.

“Wait,” he breathed, then shrugged his jacket off before helping you climb into his lap and kissing you again.

You had always loved his arms. As you kissed, you rubbed them, feeling the dips, veins, and muscles running through them. When you found his hands, you brought them up to your cheeks. He pulled away to look at you.

“What?” you wondered.

Slowly, he traced your lips with two fingers and then pressed against them lightly. When you opened your mouth, he smirked. You closed your eyes as his fingers slipped deeper into your mouth.

“Look at that,” he whispered, and you opened your eyes. “Good girl. Look at me when you do that.”

You whined playfully, but you’d be lying if you said hearing the words good girl coming from him didn’t turn you on.

He pulled his fingers from your mouth only to claim your lips again. He didn’t care if there was saliva all over them or your chin.

“Are we fucking tonight, Johnny?” you asked as you swirled your hips against him.

He gave a long exhale, watching you grind on him. “What kinda question is that, lass? Fuck…just like that…”

Suddenly, you grabbed his arms and pinned them to the couch before leaning in very close.

“Do you wanna fuck me, Johnny?”

“Y-Yeah, I do.”

“That’s better.” You slid off his lap, and he was about to protest until you were kneeling in front of him.

“Oh, lord…” he mumbled.

“What’s wrong?”

“Okay. Don’t kill me for saying this, but you have no idea how many times I’ve gotten off to this very scenario with you.” He swallowed hard.

“Oh, you mean with me on my knees…sliding my hands up your thighs until I reach the button of your jeans…which fit you perfectly, by the way.”

“Thanks,” he chuckled.

“…then I carefully unbutton and unzip your jeans to find…boxer briefs…I knew it.”

“Wait, you’ve been trying to figure out what type of underwear I wear?” he asked.

“Duh. I knew you were a boxer briefs guy.” Before he could say anything else, you slid your hand into his now unzipped jeans, finding his cock through his underwear.

“God in fuckin’ heaven,” he said through his teeth.

“Oo!” you exclaimed. “Is that all for me?”

“Fuck yeah, it is,” he groaned.

“Can I put it in my mouth?” you asked.

“Please,” he gasped.

You carefully pulled him out of his boxer briefs and stroked it a few times, using your thumb to spread the precum at the tip.

You sat up a little more, then looked into his eyes as you spit on his cock. As soon as his eyes rolled back, you wrapped your lips around him.

“Fuck! You fuckin’….ah!” He gently held your head as you bobbed up and down slowly. “Look at you suckin’ my cock. Eyes, lass.”

You looked him in the eye and took him as deep as possible, making yourself gag.

“What a good fuckin’ girl. I love that sound. You wanna do it again for me?”

“Mm!” was the only answer you could give as you took him down your throat again.

“Guess that’s a yes.” He threw his head back and pumped into your mouth gently. “Can’t believe…fucking…happenin’…” he groaned. With a growl, he pulled you off his cock and kissed you hard.

“Why did you stop me?” you asked, voice a little rough.

“That’s not how I wanna finish the night,” he said.

You giggled as you undressed. His eyes grew wider and wider.

“What a fuckin’ gift you are,” he said. You started walking away but told him to follow, leading him to your bedroom.

“This is better.”

He nodded. “It is. Lie down.”

“No. Not until you take everything off.” You sat on the bed patiently as he undressed.

“Are you gonna say something?” he asked after you only stared at him for a while. He looked as though he was going to cover himself up.

“You’re lovely, Johnny.”

“Thanks, doll. Now, can you lie down for me?”

“I can.” You lay flat on your back with a giggle.

“Are you always this giddy during sex?” he teased as he climbed onto the bed.

“Ask me again next time,” you said.

“Next time,” he repeated before kissing you again.

He explored your body slowly, using his hands and his mouth. You could tell he liked your breasts because he spent much of his time there—sucking, biting, playing. He moved down to your stomach and kissed every inch of it he could.

You knew where he was going after, but nothing could have prepared you for his…skill. He teased you at first, kissing and biting at the soft skin of your inner thigh. When his tongue finally found your slit, you cried out so loud you were sure everyone could hear you.

“John!” you cried, and he pulled away. “Why…why…”

“Did you just call me John?” he asked.

“Yeah. So?” You held onto his hair, trying to force him back down.

“I thought I was Johnny….”

“John…please!”…you begged, and he chuckled before giving in. “Yes, John! Yes!”

“Yeah, that’s my fuckin’ name,” he said against your pussy. He swirled his tongue around your clit as he slowly slid a finger inside you.

“Don’t stop,” you whined.

“Jesus, you’re tight,” he said.

“Thank you,” you joked before he sucked on your clit, making you whimper.

“Cum for me, darlin’. Go on.”

“Yesssssss!” As you came, you held his head against you, and he slurped at you hungrily. You eventually let go and tried to catch your breath.

“I could have died there, but what a lovely way to go,” he joked, and you rolled your eyes.

“I’m just gonna sit on your face next time.”

“Please do.” He laid back, putting his hands behind his head. You turned and looked at him.

“I’m sorry, are you tired already?”

“What? No. Just catchin’ my breath…”

“Good.” You straddled him.

“Whoa!” He grinned up at you. “This really is a dream come true.”

“This is almost my dream come true,” you admitted.

“Almost?” he wondered.

“Yeah. It would be complete if you wore a kilt,” you laughed.

“Oh, very funny.”

“Yes, I know I am. Thank you,” you said before bending to kiss him. You rubbed your pussy along his cock, letting him feel how wet you were.

“I need to be in there,” he said.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” he grunted.

“How badly?” You reached down and wrapped your hand around him.

“Real bad.” He was breathing heavily.

“You want me to ride your cock? Make you cum inside of me?”

“I’m gonna cum on the outside of you if you don’t stop that kinda talk,” he joked.

“You can put it anywhere you want.” With another kiss, you sank onto his cock, and you both gasped.

“Anywhere?” he asked as he grabbed your ass, urging you to move.

“Yeah.” You kept your upper body against him as you started bouncing your ass on his cock. “But I want it inside me.”

“The good girl gets what she wants,” he said before groaning loudly. Holding you tightly, he began thrusting up into you. “She wants cum in her pussy, she gets cum in her pussy,” he growled.

“Fuck, yes! Please, John!” You could barely keep yourself upright anymore. He must have noticed because he rolled over so that he was on top now.

“Rub that pretty little cunt for me, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you whined. You loved that he looked down to watch you play with yourself as he fucked you. It didn’t take you long to cum again.

“God, you’re practically gushing all over me,” he said, tilting his head and watching his cock move in and out of you.

“You’re too far away,” you complained, holding your arms out to him.

“Sorry, love.” He leaned in and rested his forehead against yours. “How’s that?”

“So good,” you moaned. “Cum inside me. Please, John.”

“Close,” was all he could say. He was grunting with each thrust now, his brow furrowed in determination.

“Cum inside me, Lieutenant.”

“Ah fuck! I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum….” He let out a sound close to a roar when his orgasm first washed over him then he was whimpering.

You both lay there quietly. His head was on your shoulder, and his eyes were closed.

“Johnny?”

“Hm?” He opened one eye.

“You okay?”

“You kiddin’ me? I’m better than I’ve been in a long time. Christ,” he mumbled before pulling out of you and rolling onto his back.

“That was…”

“Pure dead brilliant!” he finished, and you looked at him before laughing.

“That’s one way to put it. Be right back.” You rolled out of bed and did a little run to the bathroom. When you came back out, you were sure Johnny would be sleeping, but he was wide awake.

“Everything okay?” he asked.

“Pure dead brilliant,” you teased.

“Hush. Gimme a minute,” he said as he got out of bed and went to the bathroom. You watched his tight little bum the entire time.

When he walked out, he froze when he saw you looking at him. “So…do you want me to go?” he asked.

“No. Do you want to go?” you asked.

“No.”

“Then get back in bed.” You smiled as he walked over excitedly and jumped into bed. “I have a super important question to ask.”

“Oh boy…okay…” He turned to you and propped himself up on his elbow.

“Why the haircut?”

“That’s your burnin’ question?” He made a face. “I dunno, really. I don’t quite look right with too much hair, but I don’t look right with too little hair either, so…it’s a good in-between.”

“Good to know.”

“I mean…do you like it?” He reached up and touched his hair.

“I do.” You moved his hand and played with his hair.

“You think this will change anything between us?” you asked.

“No, I don’t, but if you’d rather not do this again, I get it.”

“Just promise me that we’ll always be this close.” You put your hand on his chest.

“Lass, I don’t think two people can get any closer than we just did.” He laughed, and you hid your face in his neck. “Nah, I know what you mean, in any case. I ain’t going anywhere.”

“Good.” You wrapped yourself around him, and he put an arm around you.

Pure dead brilliant.

[rocorambles]

Surprise Interview

Pairing: Kenma x Reader

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Yandere, Pseudo-Cest, Dub-Con/Non-Con, Verbal Humiliation, Manipulation

Summary: Kenma sees if you have what it takes to be Bouncing Ball’s newest employee.

A/N: This is for @sugawara-sweetheart ‘s Decadence Collab. So excited to be a part of this collab and to be able to indulge in such a delicious prompt and theme. Be sure to check out everyone else’s works! As always, thanks for beta-ing @sawamooora ~

There’s a familiar peace and a new nervousness about coming back home for the holidays. Mostly because home isn’t quite the same home it used to be. You can feel warmth blooming in your chest at the thought of seeing your mom, telling her about everything and everyone (as if your daily phone calls aren’t enough), and just lounging around while she fills you up with her cooking. But you can also feel a certain shyness as you approach the house, a building that still feels brand new and strange to you.

Your mother had gotten remarried during your earlier college years after your father’s passing and you were elated for her. If anyone deserves all the happiness in the world, it’s her. You had met Mr. Kozume quite a few times and you have no qualms with the man. He treats your mother like a queen and even though you playfully gag as they sweet talk and kiss in front of you, you wholeheartedly approve of their relationship.

However, what you aren’t quite as prepared for is having a new step-sibling.

You don’t know much about Kenma Kozume. Well, not much more than the rest of the world does.

Professional gamer. Successful stock trader. Popular YouTuber. Founder of his own corporation.

You know exactly who your new brother is, but other than seeing him a few times in person at family gatherings and exchanging polite greetings, there’s no real connection. Which is why your heart races as you nervously ring his doorbell, anxiety already making your leg twitch as you wait for the door to open.

Your mother and step-father are on a couple’s vacation and won’t be returning for a few days.

(“We just want some romantic time together before we have a full house again for the holidays. Plus this is a great chance to get to know your older brother better!” You hadn’t even been able to get a word of protest in before she had laughed and hung up on you, leaving you speechless and on your own as you hesitantly texted Kenma, letting him know what day to expect you.)

Kenma is quiet as ever as he nods in greeting, silently leading you to your guest room before quietly telling you to make yourself at home and leaving to do his own thing. You let out a huge sigh of relief as the door closes behind him.

There’s nothing wrong with Kenma. He’s smart and successful. Maybe a bit on the quiet side, but that only adds to his down to earth charm. You know your mother and step-father adore him and you can’t blame them. Yet, you can’t help but feel scrutinized, seen so clearly in a way that terrifies you when his feline eyes gaze at you. It takes everything in you not to immediately scurry away whenever you’re in viewing distance of him, desperate to hide all the flaws you imagine he’s noticing and calculating. Your step-father had mentioned how Kenma used to be the strategist of his high school volleyball team, and has always been able to evaluate and accurately break down situations and people. And you believe it.

You’re just grateful the house is large enough to avoid each other and that Kenma tends to reside mostly in his home office and bedroom.

But even the founder of a company needs a break from time to time. Kenma shuffles towards the gaming room, only to blink in surprise when he sees you already inside of it, happily smiling as Animal Crossing visuals and sounds fill the space.

He had known you owned a Nintendo Switch, a piece of information your mom had shared to break the ice a bit. And it’s really no surprise that this is your go-to game. But knowing and seeing are two different things and he can’t help but let his own lips twitch upwards at how calm and relaxed you are tending to your garden, decorating your home, choosing your outfit.

Kenma’s never been good with people, has never been the one to initiate a friendship. He knows he should have made more of an effort to be friendly and welcoming to you as your new older brother. There’s a slight pang of regret in his chest when he sees how at ease you are while you’re unaware of his presence. His eyes are as sharp as ever and he locks in on the way your body slightly stiffens, fingers nervously fidgeting when you finally notice his figure in the doorway, words already stuttering an apology for using his game room without explicitly asking.

You look like a scared mouse about to flee from the claws of a cat. And it pisses him off.

He hasn’t made the best efforts to bridge the gap between you, but for you to fear him? That seems a tad unnecessary, and more than a tad insulting. It’s more than enough to make the sadistic streak in him want to give you something to be scared about.

But he’s never been impulsive and he just quietly sits beside you on the floor, reassuring you it’s fine to play, smirking when you sneak little side glances his way as you continue collecting fruits.

“Kozume, do you want to play-”

“Just call me Kenma.”

Entranced eyes watch as you grow flustered at his words, mouth silently testing the weight of his given name in your mouth. For once, Kenma could care less about playing video games when a shaky timid “Kenma” slips past your soft lips.

“Kenma, do you want to play something together?”

You have no idea how badly he really does want to play together, but it’s a game you’re not ready for. So he calls upon any restraint he has to pluck your device from your hands and change the game to Mario Kart.

It’s amusing how easily you soften besides him, brow furrowing in concentration, eyes intently and eagerly following the screen, any anxiousness quickly forgotten as you get into the game. He greedily watches as you pout when you make a mistake, as your eyes light up every time you pass someone.

If he had known how easy it would be to make you warm up to him, he’d have done this sooner and he genuinely laughs when you whine and fake glare at him as he wins yet another round.

He asks about school. You ask about work. He tells you about his childhood. You share your own stories.

It’s a comfortable rhythmic back and forth and he’s afraid of ruining it, but a certain question nags at his mind, a question he knows may ruin the entire flow of the conversation.

“You’ll be graduating soon. Have you decided what you want to do after college?”

“Kenma not you too!!!”

His shoulders relax at how well you react to the question, smiling at the way you flop onto your back and groan about how mom and dad are already on your case about future plans.

“I’ve been applying to places, but who knows. Maybe I’ll just work for you at Bouncing Ball.”

There’s a playful lilt in your voice when you say it, a giggle and teasing smile accompanying the words. But there’s nothing funny about it to Kenma and your smile falters a bit when you see how tightly Kenma’s gripping his controller, the way his eyes pin you down.

“Kenma? It’s just a joke. I would never take advantage of-”

You try to get up from your reclined position, only to whimper in confusion when Kenma’s hand on your shoulder forces you back down. And suddenly you’re pinned down by more than just his stare as he moves to straddle you, knees on either side of your body, hands next to your head, his whole body caging yours.

It’s a lighthearted joke in the family that if all else fails, you could always work at Bouncing Ball. A joke your step-father and mother always dish out when the arguments get too tense as the three of you talk about your future. But it’s become less in jest for Kenma, especially after Kuroo sent him a scandalous picture of his newest secretary kneeling between his long legs, lips wrapped around his cock.

It wasn’t the first picture, nor was it the last incriminating photo the older businessman had sent him. Kenma merely rolled his eyes before deleting the image from his phone, wondering when Kuroo would grow bored and find a new toy to play with. But he freezes when he sees the following text message from his long-time friend.

“You’re the CEO of a company, Kenma. Wouldn’t it be nice to have someone convenient around? A pretty warm body? I bet that cute new step sister of yours would look really good under your desk. Doesn’t she graduate from college soon? If you don’t make a move, maybe I’ll snatch her up right from under your nose. I’m due for a change of secretary soon.”

There’s absolutely no reason for the hot anger that lances through him at Kuroo’s taunting words and he grimaces at playing right into his ex-captain’s hands, already hearing Kuroo’s braying laughter in his head if the older man saw just how much his words affected him.

But initial irritation aside, he lets himself really think, really imagine what a life with you at his beck and call would be like. And he likes what he sees. He doesn’t delete Kuroo’s photos as quickly as he used to, replacing the female faces with yours in his imagination as his hands slip under the hem of his boxers.

He knows it’s a longshot, knows there’s a high chance you’ll continue your lives as is, never destined to exchange more than a few polite greetings at family outings. But now...now hearing you voice the idea out loud yourself, hearing the way his first name sounds from your lips…

Maybe it’s not the silly pipe dream he had believed it to be.

“I’m in need of an assistant if you really do want to work at Bouncing Ball, but you’d need to prove why it would be worth hiring you.”

He almost laughs at how you perk up despite the precarious position you’re in, almost ready to launch into an elevator pitch of your qualifications flat on your back underneath him. You’re quite the multitasker already and he groans at the thought of having you cockwarm him while he tests out a new video game, making you answer all his calls stuffed full of him and desperately trying to hide the lustful tremble in your voice.

But he’s not here to listen to your carefully crafted speech. (Guess you really were practicing for job interviews like you said you were. What a good girl.) And he firmly presses his lips against yours to silence you, taking his time to immerse himself in the way your mouths mold against each other.

Your taste, your smell, your warmth. It’s all intoxicating and he slips his tongue inside your parted lips, subtly rutting his groin against your body. He can feel your body jostle as you lift your arms and he waits for the weight of your arms to lovingly wrap around his neck, only to be shocked when you weakly press against his shoulders until he finally relents and pulls back just enough to look down at you in irritated confusion.

“We- we shouldn’t be doing this.”

It’s not the words that have him clenching his fists, not even the way your palms still timidly press against him in a laughably weak show of defense.

It’s the fear in your eyes, the way you look at him like he’s some monster. It's the way he can almost palpably feel and hear your desire to be anywhere other than here, with anyone other than him, wishing to put as much space between the two of you as possible.

It’s your rejection.

It hurts to know that he isn’t enough just as he is, that he needs to resort to less...savory and straightforward ways to entrap you. But he’s not Hinata or Kuroo. He doesn’t have an electrifying personality or roguishly handsome features and charm to woo you. He only has his cunning and sharp tongue.

And he fully intends on maximizing his gifts.

“Of course, you don’t have to. You can just keep on applying and getting rejected by every company you speak to, if they even bother meeting with you after seeing your pathetic resume. Average college. Average grades. Average major. Tell me, how many interviews have you actually been reached out to for?”

He’s going out on a bit of a limb, but his suspicions are right and he cruelly smirks at the way tears bubble in your eyes at his words, no comeback or denial rolling off the tip of your tongue. He had a feeling you were struggling from the bits and pieces he’s picked up as your parents quietly talk and fret over you actually being able to find a job after graduation.

“Our parents are too nice to say anything about it, but you know they’re disappointed in you, right? Have you noticed how they always avoid talking about how school is going or asking you about how job hunting is going? How they only ask me how work is going? It’s because they know you’re just a loser whose life is going to amount to nothing.”

“That’s not true! They love me-”

“I’m not saying they don’t love you, but doesn’t that make it even worse? Making your loving and caring parents worry and stress over you when they should be preparing for retirement, an easy life? Instead of letting them finally enjoy a carefree life, you’ll be their freeloader daughter who uses up all their remaining funds. Is that what you want?”

You really are too easy and his lips curl in satisfaction at the way you frantically shake your head side to side, fat wet drops streaming down your face, adorable sniffles filling the air.

“If you become my assistant, I’ll compensate you well. You can live here with me, have your own room, a roof over your head, all the food and clothing you need and want. Think about how relieved and happy our parents will be seeing you provided for, seeing us getting along. Isn’t that what you want? For them to be happy?”

He knows how close you are to your mom, how important this idea of a perfect family is to you. He knows how insecurity and doubt about your own capabilities torment you. And he knows you’re hooked on his claws when your hands that are still pressed against his shoulders drop limply besides you, not even a hint of resistance left in you when he leans down once more to rest his forehead on yours, one hand cupping the side of your face.

“This is all you’re good for anyway. Working underneath me.”

If you notice his pun, you don’t acknowledge it, too busy wincing and squirming as he harshly nips and bites a trail from your lips to your neck as he pushes up the hem of your shirt until your chest is on full display for him. There’s something experimental, cold, meticulous about the way he gropes and fondles your breasts.Your face heats in humiliation at how he treats you like one of the many game consoles he’s reviewed for his audience.

But you don’t do anything about it, telling yourself that this is just his version of an interview as he pinches and prods at you, meanly twisting your nipples and chuckling at your yelp of pain. You obediently let him spread your legs apart, only letting out an agonized cry as he tests your flexibility, staring at him with a trembling lower lip as he sharply tells you to shut up while scrutinizing your panty-covered sex.

“You really are made for this, aren’t you?”

You whimper as he nudges the small wet spot on the thin fabric, clenching your eyes shut in denial at how hot and wound up your body feels from his touch, unable to hide your gasp as he pulls the layer aside and rubs your aroused clit.

There’s something so different about the way his fingers slowly sink into your wet pussy, almost lazily curling against your soft walls, his thumb never stopping its careful massage on the bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs. So different from your own fingers desperately thrusting in and out of you. So different from the drunk partners you’ve hooked up with at college and their sloppy, rapid, frantic movements.

You can feel something large, something intimidating slowly rising from deep inside of you, a volcano about to erupt compared to the bright and fast to fade shooting stars you’re used to. You’re scared. Scared of the intoxicating feeling, of how easy it is to grow accustomed to Kenma’s presence, of how his cat-like eyes are all you can see and think of.

How can something feel so wrong and so right at the same time?

That’s the last coherent thought you have before your world goes blank, pleasure rocking through you as you soak the carpet and your step-brother’s hand with your juices. You’re moaning as Kenma continues to rock his fingers in and out of you, fingertips insistently massaging your clit and g-spot as you ride out your orgasm, body trembling and convulsing.

But even when the tremors slow, when pleasure becomes something sharper, more overwhelming, he doesn’t stop. You wail, begging him to stop, to let you rest, slumping in relief when he finally drags his hands away from you, carelessly wiping the mess you’ve made of his hand on your skin, covering you in your own essence.

Your heavy eyelids threaten to flutter shut as you let exhaustion wash over you, already dreading having to get up and wash yourself. But you’re shocked back to reality as something hard begins to nudge at your still fluttering entrance.

“Kenma! No! Too much-”

You break off into a sob as surprisingly strong hands dig into your hips, holding you still as he pushes and pushes until he’s fully settled inside of you, balls resting against your ass.

You’re still so tight, your quivering walls clamping around the intrusion, and he groans at the thought of being able to sink into this hole every day, multiple times, whenever he wants. His cock is already aching from holding off for so long, from watching your body and face contorted in pleasure. Kenma can feel his end quickly approaching as you scream and wail underneath him, eyes rolling back in your head, drool trickling from the corner of your mouth. You look absolutely obscene and he doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough of this side of you.

But despite the way his balls are tightening, despite the stutter in his hips, he’s determined to watch you fall apart once more, to see you shatter to pieces yet again. He grits his teeth, fingers reaching down to furiously rub at your already oversensitized clit, reveling in how your back arches, thighs shaking in overstimulation, and then you snap.

He wonders what his parents would think of their dear dumb daughter now, looking nothing like their silly angel, looking like a wanton used whore, incoherent garbled noises slipping past your lips as you twitch uncontrollably, your pussy milking him dry as he cums inside of you.

There’s only silence mixed with your pitiful whimpers as he slides out of you, grimacing at the sticky mess you’ve made of yourself and him. But that’s what your other hole is for and he orders you to suck him clean, admiring what a quick learner you are, eager to please as you noisily slurp and lick him clean, moaning at the taste of your combined fluids...

Maybe too eager and he shoves you off of him when you become too enthusiastic, his cock beginning to twitch in interest once more.

You look so lost, still sprawled out on the ground, staring up at him with wide imploring eyes as he pulls up his pants. So vulnerable and in need of guidance.

Good thing you have such a great boss to manage you.

“Not bad. Consider these next few days your internship and if all goes well, I’ll be more than happy to hire you as Bouncing Ball’s newest employee this summer. Now clean up this room and show me that my future assistant can do more than just be a slut.”