#waiting impatiently for the pookie's day

[beanghostprincess]

It's not Usopp's birthday yet to me I envy everyone who can say happy birthday to him before me. Fuck you-

[lovrre]

Agreement Prt2

I wrote half of this to Need by pinegrove ♫

Art Donaldson x fem black reader

Prt1 here

Word count: 3k

Warnings: smuttt,unprotected sex, creampie,slight breeding kink if you squint. cursing (ofc) slightly domestic relationship (not with Art)and probably some other stuff.

Summary: Despite being engaged to one of the top and richest tennis players in the US, you feel unfulfilled. But everything changes when you transfer schools and meet Art Donaldson, who just can’t quit you.

Author note: I’m so glad I finished I was scared I wasn’t, but your comments gave gave me motivation. Thank you pookies 🫦 I like this one a lot more than the first one. Arts also very obsessed and in love in this one.

After twenty minutes, you finish your meal, alone. You decide to leave through a back exit to avoid the paparazzi waiting outside the hotel entrance. You stumble upon a narrow hallway and carefully make your way out, trying not to attract any attention. When you reach the entrance of the restaurant, you open the door and are greeted by a charming and seemingly empty establishment. The cozy yellow lighting, old pictures, and paintings on the walls, along with the white tablecloths and wooden woven chairs, remind you of an old Italian restaurant you and Art used to go to. You see moving in your peripheral and catch a glimpse of familiar golden locks.

You walk closer to see Art and Patrick sitting at a small square table with a vacant seat, you assume is reserved for you. Patrick with a full plate of food and Art without. "Patrick?" You question, your voice filled with suspicion as you creep towards the table. He looks back at the sound of your In voice, a smile forming on his face as he stands up, “What the hell are you doing here?” You ask, taken aback going in for a hug. Patrick returns it with a laugh before releasing from the hug slightly to look at Art.

“Ask him” You look between them confused. “I asked him to come here” Art states, adjusting in his seat. “Why?“ you ask clearly confused with the situation, “someone could see” you add your gripping the back of your chair almost afraid to sit down. “I bought the place out for an hour, it’s just us” Art reveals looking up at you. “You what?” you exclaim, a bit louder than you intended.

“I’ll explain everything in a minute, just sit” Art laughs, gesturing for you to sit down. You let out a sigh, reluctantly pulling out your chair. “Ok tell me what is going on” you say, slightly impatient. “We’ve got a plan for your marriage situation”, Patrick says, mixing his ice tea with his straw. “A plan?” you repeat, still confused. "Yes, a plan," Art confirms with a nod. Patrick takes a quick sip of his tea before opening a tan folder that he hadn't noticed before. “The private investigator dropped these off at the dorm the other day”, Patrick says, pushing the open folder towards you.

Inside were pictures of your fiancée , kissing all types of women. The worst part is, it was so obvious, he didn’t have a care in the world, every photo taken on different days in different settings. Outside, inside in the morning and at night, all different women.

You knew you shouldn't be upset, but you were, not because he was seeing other people behind your back, shit you were doing that same with Art, but it was the fact he acted holier than thou. That he continued to try and control you while actively putting your agreement at risk. “Wow…” you mutter.

Shuffling through the photos. “That’s not even all of them” Art says.

“Yeah… I accidentally left the other ones, but these are the most important ones. There’s also some paperwork underneath with names, time stamps and dates on stuff” Patrick ads. “How isn’t this everywhere?” You ask, furrowing your brow. “The investigator thinks he’s been paying them off,” Patrick says, taking a sip of his drink.

"Not that I don't want you here, but couldn't you just have faxed these over?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, yeah... but then I'd miss the match," Patrick says with a grin, taking a bite of his food. "Plus, I would never miss an opportunity to help my best buds."

"Okay, so what are we doing with these?" you ask, holding up the pictures in confusion.

"We're going to spin it," Patrick replies, still chewing his food. "My plan," Art reminds him, "my bad," Patrick laughs, still chewing his food. You couldn’t help but smile, you’d missed the three of you together.

"We're going to spin it," Art repeats, making you smile wider. "Is this why you're training with my father?" you interject . Art nods in response. "Why didn't you tell me any of this last night?"

Art didn't say anything, a knowing smile spread across his face. Patrick looks between the two of you "freaks," he jokes, "Anyway... how do you plan on spinning it?" You ask, ignoring his comment.

“We lean into the infidelity, take a couple of photos of you crying, the two of you arguing, or something like that release them”, Art explains confidently.

“But… I don’t see how this stops us from getting married, it’ll just look like I got cheated on,” you say, scrunching your brow.

“We’re hoping this, plus me winning today, will be enough to persuade the media against him?”

“You believe you can win?”

“I do,” he nodded.

“Okay… I’m down.”

“Told you,” Patrick added, still drinking his tea.

“Are you especially thirsty or something today?” you ask, tilting your head slightly watching him slurp down his tea. A second one untouched, waiting for him.

“I am actually, thank you for noticing,” Patrick says with a big smile before taking another sip.
You notice Art's eyes drop to Patrick’s plate for a second time while you two are talking.

“You should eat.”

“What?” Patrick says, looking between the two of you who seemed to be having your own conversation. 

“No, I’m okay,” Art says, shaking his head.

“Mike had French toast for breakfast, I think you could have-“ you cut yourself off, looking down at Patrick’s plate. “Egg and sausage.”

“You guys aren’t talking about my food?” Patrick asks, slightly disturbed by your conversation.

“Patrick, I can buy you some more damn eggs,” you assure him as Art pulls the plate from under him.

“What just happened?” Patrick asked, looking around confused with no food in front of him.

Your phone rings, and you look down to see who it is. “It’s my Dad,” you inform, excusing yourself you answering the phone as you walk out of earshot.

The two of them watch your backside as you walk away. “She still looks good”, Patrick bites his lip, leaning over to Art.


“Careful, ” Art warns.


“What? you guys can joke about but I can’t?”


“Exactly”, Art laughs, plucking him on the head.

~~~~

With a dig, the elevator door opens, releasing you to your floor. You walk to your room, opening the door with your key card. Mike is packing stuff away in his duffle bag, getting ready to see your father. You don’t acknowledge him walking past him into the bedroom,leaving the door open. You sit on the edge of the bed carefully taking off your heals, you stand up and unzip the back of your dress with ease. The dress gracefully falls into a pile at your feet leaving you in only your underwear. You step over your dress and begin looking through your suitcase located in the closet. The sound of footsteps causes you to look up to see Mike in the doorway watching you.


“Where are you going?” Mike asked, leaning on the door frame slightly. You don’t answer right away looking for your dress under your neatly folded clothes. “There’s a press meeting with Art Donaldson's team, My Dad thought it’d look good if I’d came ” you say, moving more clothes around. “You didn’t come to mine” Mike states still watching you search.

“You didn’t ask me to” you responded, pulling out a light pink dress from your suitcase. There’s a beat of silence as Mike watches your actions "and you need to change for this press meeting?” Mike asks, raising an eyebrow. "No, but I want to” you say, standing up. When you see mike's eyes roaming up and down your body, you suddenly remembered you were only in your underwear. 


“Can you turn around or something” you ask, scrunching your face up in disgust. “I’ve seen more than this” Mike chuckles before obliging and turning around. You roll your eyes by stepping into your dress. “I’m sorry for how I acted this morning, I’m just stressed,” he admits.

" Really?," you hum, pulling up the straps of your dress.

"I don't want to be that guy," Mike responds, still facing away.

"But you are constantly being that guy..." you mumble, but Mike hears you. 

"I won't anymore. I want this marriage to work y/n, I.”


You release a heavy sigh at his word. “You can turn around now ” You announce zipping up the side of your dress. Mike turns around and watches as you sit back on the edge of the bed putting on your heels. “You’re still going to that thing?” Mike asks with a confused expression. “What about that conversation gave off the vibe that I was no longer going?” You say pulling your stiletto over your heel.


Mike goes silently for a moment watching you walk toward the bathroom. “Like you need more makeup?” Mike scoffs. “Be honest with me are you fucking him?” He asks from behind you in the doorway while you remove a bit of smudged lipstick. “are you serious right now?” You ask staring at him through the reflection in the mirror. “I’m not a fucking idiot, I saw the way you looked at each other, and I get the feeling that’s wasn’t your first time meeting” 


“Only god knows what you’re doing at that college” you can’t stop your self from laughing. “I think you’re projecting” you say walking past him towards the door, picking up your purse on the way. “Where the fuck are you going?” Mike calls out, following you. 

You swing the door open and step out into the hallway. Mike trails behind and tries to grab your arm to pull you back inside. “DONT TOUCH ME!” You yell yanking your arm back. “C’mon Don’t make a scene” Mike says looking around. 


“You have some fucking nerve, you know that? Your friend Isabel came up here earlier looking for you, I’m guessing you guys have a lot of fun In Detroit” you say with a smile. “When were you in Detroit again…my birthday? You ask rhetorically, Mike goes silent for a moment before responding.
 "I don't know what you're talking about," he says, trying to keep his voice down. "You don't?" you question. "What about Sarah, Kim, Kate, Alex? Do you not know them either?" Mike opens his mouth, then closes it. "Yeah…" you drawl, 


"they meant nothing to me... I just needed to get it out of my system before fully committing. I want this to work, I want this to be real, y/n," Mike says, trying to corner against the door in a situation similar to the one you were in with Art last night.

"That's the dumbest shit I've ever heard," you respond, attempting to push past him. He grabs you again using his strength. You had forgotten how strong he actually was. “Last warning” you say looking up at Mike. he can tell by the look in your eyes you’re serious, he doesn’t know exactly what you’re going to do but something in his gut said don’t test it. “Let. Go” you repeat one more time before a voice interrupts you.

“Is everything ok?” Patrick asked from the end of the hallway. "Yeah, everything's fine," Mike reassured with a smile, gently releasing his grip on him. "We'll continue this conversation later," Mike says, forcing a tight-lipped smile as he presses the elevator button. "No, we won't," you smile back with a wave, as the elevator door chimes and he leaves. "Are you okay?" Patrick asks, walking up to you. "Yeah, he wasn’t going to hit me, he knows better," you laugh. "I was actually more concerned about you hitting him," Patrick jokes.

“I got the picture though” he smiles, showing you a camera and clicking through the images of your altercation with Mike.”These are good, you should take them now, I’ll call Art and tell him I’m on the way” you say, pulling out your phone.

“I’ll miss the game” Patrick states with a slight pout.

“Not if you hurry.”

~~~~~

"I won't keep you much longer, just a few more questions," the female interviewer says, holding the microphone up to Art. "Was the training for this upcoming match particularly challenging?" Before the interviewer could finish her sentence, Art was shaking his head. "Not necessarily, different for sure, but not harder."

"As of now, can you confirm or deny the rumor that you have started working with Olympic Coach Dylan Y\L\N?" the interviewer asked, lifting the mic slightly closer to his mouth. "Ummm," Art hesitates, accompanied by a smile. "I think I can. Yes, Dylan is my new coach."

"So you and your opponent today have trained under the same coach?" the interviewer asks, scrunching her brow. "Yes, we have," Art nods. "One more question, is there any special woman in Art Donaldson's life right now?" the interviewer asks with a smile. The sound of camera clicking intensifies, catching Art's attention. Intrigued, the interviewer turns around as well. "She is beautiful," Art says absentmindedly, staring in the direction where you're coming from. You give small waves to friends as you walk in. "That's your opponent's fiancé... and I guess also your trainer's daughter?" the interviewer says, looking confused and turning back to face Art.

"Really?" Art asks, faking shock with a dazed expression. "Yes," the interviewer nods. "I mean.. I meant what I said, She is beautiful," Art said with a laugh, causing the interviewer to join in. His eyes never leaving you. "Does your coach know you have a crush on his daughter?" the interviewer joked, chuckling. "He might now," Art says with a laugh before giving a quiet , "Nice meeting you," as he walks away out of frame.

A short while later, you find yourself reaching for a bottle of water from a nearby table, inserting one of those adorable green straws they had. Just as you're about to take a sip, a voice catches you off guard from behind. "There you are," Art says, a smile lighting up his face as he jogs towards you. As he approaches, you can't help but notice how close he gets, almost too close.

"You're not exactly great at keeping secrets, huh?" you chuckle, taking a step back. Art smirks, "Can't two friends have a conversation?" Peeking over your shoulder at the ongoing interviews, you reply with a straw in your mouth, "We're not even supposed to be friends. You're supposed to be my Dad's client, or from what I heard your crush." You laugh, recalling a question from one of the interviewers. "You're going to get us caught," you whisper quietly into the straw.

"I understand. I can't stand next to my trainer's daughter," Art nods, "Orrr, my opponents, fiancé, but maybe can I stand close to my crush?" Art asks.

 “I think you could, yeah” you nod trying to keep the smile on your face. “Crush it is,” Art says with a smile taking a step forward, yet still maintaining a slight distance. “Did you get the pictures?” Art asks his eyes falling down to your lips. “Yeah, we got them," you confirm with a nod, unable to hide your smile when you notice his lingering gaze. “So we’re in the clear?” his eyes still fixated on your lips, as if he's ready to pounce. "Not yet," you laugh, taking a step back. "We have to wait for them to go to press." Art throws his head back with a strained laugh, and you can't help but watch his Adam's apple bobs up and down. You hadn’t realized until that moment how much you wanted him, it was an all consuming need.

“Just one day," you murmur, unsure if you're speaking to Art or yourself. "Just one day," Art echoes, his eyes now fixed on your neck, his finger brushing your curls away. You watch as he exhales shakily, looking at the fading hickeys on your shoulder, barely hidden by makeup. "Just one day," you remind, removing his hand from your chest. "Just one day," Art repeats, tearing his gaze away to look back up at you. "Your car is here, Mr. Donaldson," a man in black approaches and announces.

“One minute” Art says, gesturing for another second. The man nods in acknowledgment and walks away. “Come with me?” Art asked. “I don’t think that’ll look good.” You alluded to the countless people with cameras surrounding you.

“I couldn’t care less” Art says, shaking his head slightly. “I’d kiss you right here, if you’d let me ” Arts words catch you off guard, and you take a deep breath to try to steady your heart beat. 

“This planning stuff is more for you than me, so you can feel more comfortable. And I’m perfectly fine doing it,’s just …” he trails of his eyes falling back down to your lip. "Alright, I'll come," you rush out, convincing yourself it's to prevent him from kissing you right then. But deep down you knew you just wanted to be near him. You follow closely behind.

Art swiftly enters the car before you lean up, capturing you with a kiss. Before you could even fully step inside, his hand gently grasped your cheek, drawing you closer to his lips as he guided you into the vehicle. Lost in the intensity of the moment, you surrender to the kiss. practically falling inside. The sound of the car door closing behind you brings you back to reality, but the kiss continues to deepen. Suddenly, the driver rolls up the partition, creating a sense of privacy.

A sense of responsibility tugs at you, and you reluctantly break the kiss when Art's hand starts to wander up your bare leg. "We can't," you whisper, "We don't even have a condom," you add, hoping the driver couldn’t overhear.


“You’re right” Art mumbles, sitting back against the seat trying to catch his breath. “ I lost myself for a second” Art laughs, attempting to slow his heartbreak. ”After the game I’ll come to your room” you nod, looking forward trying to gather yourself. “Don’t talk about that, talk about something else” Art says his voice coming out more strained. “Like what?” You turn around and ask. Your eyes landing on the strained erection in his pants. “Oh!” You say, snapping your head back forward. The familiar ache of your core comes back, and you have to bite the inside of your cheek in an attempt to control yourself.


Against your better judgment, you take another peak. His hard shaft still straining against the fabric, you could damn near see the veins on his dick. “Can I?” You ask in a voice barely above a whisper. “Y-yeah” Art replies with a nod agjusting in his seat. You rub your hand back and forth against the Arts bulge while listen as his breath becomes more and more ragged.


Art makes a low moan and that’s enough for you to begin unzipping his pants. Against his better judgment he stops you. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah” you nod breathlessly, fumbling with his pants, pulling them down until his dick springs free. When you begin pumping his shaft, he takes in a sharp breath which causes you to smile. You savor the feeling of his heavy dick in your hand, trying to combat the thoughts of his thick long length inside you. When Art's hips buck into your hand, you fold. “I need you inside of me”, Art opens his mouth to protest and then closes, watching as you bunch up your dress around your waist, pull your panties to the side and straddle him. He grabs your waist with one hand and lines himself up with your entrance with the other. 


You sink onto him with a little too loudly of a moan and Art does the same. Opening his mouth for a sloppy kiss, he doesn’t wait for you to adjust to his size, moving you up and down his dick by your waist. ”shit I-“ Art groans out a wave of pleasure hitting him.
“-I can’t go back to condoms” he moaned, scrunching his brow in pleasure. You laugh and Art quickly retaliates by slamming you hard down on him. You let out a loud moan reflexively using your hand, trying to pull off slightly.

Art moves your hand out of the way, holding you down on him by your waist. “I’m serious”, Art grows leaning forward for another kiss while returning to his previous, rhythm. His words cause you to squeeze around him, and he lets out another low ground throwing his head back, breaking the kiss.



“I’m not going to last much longer” Art says breathlessly. “Just a little longer baby” you coo, leaving kisses on his Adam’s apple down his neck. “You drive me crazy, you know that” you moan feeling his pace fastest. “I do?” you feel Art smile against your cheek. You nod, falling into the crook of his neck enjoying the feeling of him fucking into you. “I want you to cum in me” you whisper, kissing the crook of his neck. “Fuck” Art groans, throwing his head back again. “You’re going to kill me” he states with a strained laugh.


You feel your release building so you decide to taunt him. ”you don’t want to fill me up?” You ask innocently, removing your head from the crook of his shoulder. Look down at him with lust, filled eyes. “Don’t” Art warns, his grip on your waist tightening, “you don’t want to give me a baby?” You huff out trying to keep your voice steady literally feeling him in your stomach. “Fuc- shit shit shitttt” Art moans holding you down onto him filling you up with his cum. His moans echoed through the car, the poor driver. 


“Fuck,” Art states after a minute. “Yea fuck,” you laugh, leaving a kiss on his cheek. “I think I might have a breeding kink”. Art laughs, “Me too,” you say with a smile, leaving another kiss on his head. You feel him twitch inside you, and knowing Art, you knew he would be ready for round two in a minute. You try to get off, but he holds you tighter, keeping you stationary. 

“I want it to stick” he smiles. Oh his smile, you rolled your eyes. You loved him, you knew it now, and you had a feeling he did too. You had been lying to yourself pretending you liked you didn’t care as much as he did. But at that moment you knew you never wanted anyone but him.



You glance out the window to see you were seconds away from the stadium, and then you notice your father standing on the sidewalk. “Oh my god! MY DAD HERE” you say, scurrying out of Art's lap. Art looks out the window, seeing your father standing on the sidewalk expectingly. “Shit” Art huffs, sitting up slightly, pulling up his pants, you take a wet rag next to the champagne and quickly wipe the inside of your leg. You quickly fix yourself before rushing to wipe off any remains of your lipstick off his mouth with your hand.

"Oh no, do I have lipstick on my mouth?" you ask frantically. "Nope, all clear," Art replies with a grin, planting a quick kiss on your lips. "Art," you warn, settling back in your seat. "My bad," Art chuckles, getting ready to exit the car. The car come to stop and your dad Yanks open the door.

"Hurry up, we're late. Mike's already inside," your Dad urges, When he sees you, his expression turns puzzled.

"We were heading in the same direction, so we decided to ride together," you explain before he can say anything. Your dad eyed you both suspiciously. "Alright, let's go," he says, ushering Art into the building. You wanted to say goodbye or wish him luck, and you could sense Art wanted to as well but it would be just too obvious.

You step out of the car, rummaging through your wallet. You tap on the driver's window, and he rolls it down. "Sorry about that," you apologize, handing him a 100 dollar bill before heading into the building.

Once inside the stadium you sit next to your Dad’s team which was now also partially Arts team and somehow also Mikes. Your phone buzzes and look down to see a familiar unsaved number.

“I think your Dad on to us”

“What did he say?” you text back anxiously your fingers moving fast on the keys.

“Nothing really, but i think he knows”

“Did he seem mad?”

“Not really”

“That’s good” you send, letting out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding in.

“Good luck :)” you add before stuffing your phone in your purse . Almost immediately your phone dings and you pull it back out.

“You gave me enough of that in the car ; )” you can’t help but smile at his corniness.

“You’re nasty.”

“Not as nasty as you” you’re about to laugh at his message when you hear a voice directly behind you. “You guys are actually freaks” Patrick says with a laugh jumping over the seat so he was directly next to you. “I applaud you guys for staying consistent at least” Patrick says lightly hitting you on the shoulder. “Can you mind your business” you say rolling your eyes, stuffing your phone in your purse.

“Actually I’ve been minding you two’s business all day with no pay by the way” Patrick adds. “So I think I’ve earned the right to be a little nosy” Patrick says making a pinching gesture.

“So you delivered the pictures?”

“Yes” he responded with a nod

“Thank you” you express your appreciation, turning your attention back to the court.

“Do you think he’s gonna win” Patrick asks leaning in slightly, curious to your answer.

"I hope so, but I don't know. I haven't seen him play in a while," you admit with a weak smile, the reality of the situation sinking in. "I really hope he does win," you mumble.

Author note : GUYS FEEL FREE TO COMMENT I LOVE READING COMMENTS

[all444miles]

— VAMP LOVE

— paring: e42!miles x fem!reader

— genre: fluff

— summary: halloween was just across the block, so why not start early and practice makeup on your boyfriend?

— a/n: YO WE SO CLOSE TO 1K AHH?? ilyasm ty !! also can we just imagine miles 42 w vamp makeup n blond braids/barrel braids for a sec.. 🤭🤭 this is kinda short bc im so sleepy but mostly this drabble is a bday gift to my pookie bestie aizie, so as long as she enjoys it idc + i hope you enjoy this when ya read it ! mwah, enjoyyy (*≧▽≦)

“MILES, QUIT MOVIN’, YOU’LL MESS UP THE FACE PAINT.”

it was the first day of october, and halloween wasn’t too far away, by your standards. And of course, a carti lover like yourself, decided to have a vamp theme. It just so happened that Miles suited that theme perfectly.

And that’s why you were on your boyfriend’s lap, makeup supplies on your counter, carefully applying black eyeliner around his eyes, Long Time Intro by Playboi Carti playing through the speakers placed in the corner of your room.

“I gotta blink, amor. Plus I cant really keep a straight face if you got your eyes on me like that.” he protested, trying his best to keep a straight face. “How do I look so far?”

“Trust the process, Miles! You look good, just lemme finish this oneee part then I’m done.” there wasn’t one part left. For you, you wanted to make sure everything looked right. Your lover, Miles, on the other hand, was eager to see the outcome. He just didn’t realise how tedious it was.

“Maa, ¿lo hiciste? He estado sentado en esta silla durante años, lo juro.” (Maa, you done? I’ve been sitting on this chair for ages, I swear.) Miles asked, practically almost falling asleep because of how slow you were doing his makeup.

You chuckled. “Miles, you’re so impatient, beauty takes timeee. I’m almost done, for real.”

After 5 minutes, you were actually done. You got off his lap, giddily grabbing a mirror to show him the result of your hard work. “It’s done! Do you like it?”

Miles looked into the mirror, turning to his side to see how it looked from different angles. A small smile grew on his face, “Wow, princesa, this looks fire. I love it, that long ass wait was worth it.”

You grinned at his compliment, pulling out your phone to take a picture of him so you could look at it later. Miles was not a fan of pictures, but for this occasion, he didn’t mind all too much. He walked closer to and gave you a kiss a the forehead, the stain leaving a mark.

“Do i gotta take this off? Because I kind of wanna keep this on.”

“Keep it on! I need to remember this moment for as long as possible.”

“You just think I look fine, don’t you?”

“Absolutely.”

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[mi-olaaa]

Distracted much? (18+)

Fem!reader, dilf!toji y’all 🤭 and of course plussize reader pookie

☆ ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ ☆

The night had started with you and Toji, you two had some free time finally, both off work, Megumi wasn’t at the house for the weekend for once, at Yuji’s house for a sleepover, it was just you two. So with the newfound freedom you had, a night out was in order. Toji took you out, spending the day at a carnival, playing games, winning prizes, getting on rides, until the sun started to set.

When you both got home, carnival prizes in hand, it was still kinda early, you suggested a little movie date to top the night off, Toji agreed. Once the two of you settled down and popped some popcorn, it was time for a movie. You sit on the couch, looking at the tv idly, scrolling through Netflix to see what movie to put on. Toji comes in, popcorn in hand, plopping down on the couch. “Here doll.” He murmurs, handing you the popcorn, you hand him the remote, letting him chose the movie since you couldn’t decide, eating some of the buttery, hot popcorn as you wait.

Toji found a random comedy to put on, just as you lay up on his shoulder, a blanket on your legs. At first, you two were paying attention to the movie, laughing along, adding unnecessary commentary when someone didn’t stupid shit, it was fine, but if anyone asked, he started it, no he didn’t. After about a hour into the movie, you decided to be a little vexing. You took it upon yourself to move, sitting on Toji’s lap, ignoring his questions and murmurs, “Whaddya’ doin’, doll? I’m trying to watch the movie—”

And after about another minute, it clicks for him when you start to move your hips, facing him while you wrap those pretty hands of yours around his shoulders and neck, whispering in his ear, “I don’t have any panties on, I thought you were smarter than that Toji.” And you did it. You finally got him irritated, he looks at you, shit-eating grin on his face, “Oh really now? You being a brat today?”

He snakes his hand in your shorts, feeling how wet your cunt was already, teasing and rubbing your clit, nipping at your neck.

You let out a gasp at his touch, your back immediately arching and his grip on your neck softening. Toji was a tease at heart, so his long and muscular fingers found a way to your entrance, prodding and poking in a teasing manner, but never entering where you ached. So in response, you start rushing him, hurriedly taking his shirt off, trying to take his pants off too, but he stops you.

Toji is quick to put you in your place, picking you up off of him, stripping you bare, and bending you over the arm of the couch, spreading those precious thighs of yours, his breath fanning over your dripping cunt before he dives in. Absolutely devouring your cunt, He’s such a fucking munch, but not for your pleasure, for his. Licking a fat stripe up your equally fat pussy, your arousal on his tongue tasting like heaven.

Your moans don’t stop, and it doesn’t help that his tongue pushes in and out of your cunt, and how his hand is on your clit. He decides to change the flow, suckling on your clit, eating it so well. You’re losing your fucking mind at how good he feels in between your thighs, and lost in your pleasure, you cum. Right on his face, and he laps it up, grinning as he comes up, licking his lips and tasting you. He just looks at how good you look, plush, pretty thighs slick with your arousal.

But yet again with the impatient shit, you turn around, pouting after a minute when you don’t feel anything, you needed him now, and he was just fucking around. Toji was patient with his princess, but clearly he spoils you too much if you can’t even handle a literal minute of him not touching you. “Ass up. Face down.” You look confused at his words, with a rebuttal, “But—” “But nothing. I’m not asking princess.” Since you seem to not comprehend that, he drops his boxers, cock springing up at attention, tip pink and flushed with precum.

In the same movement, he gets closer to you, flipping you over his damn self, grabbing your wrists in one hand, and lining his dick up with your folds. He pushes in effortlessly, given that you just came not too long ago. Toji grunts, setting a brutal pace, with no room to slow down, making you moan and whine wantonly. “Toji..” is all you say, too caught off guard to say anything else. He was rough with it, smacking your plush, fat ass, watching it jiggle with each thrust.

With your hands behind your back as Toji‘s drills his cock inside your velvety walls, spongey tip filling your insides and making you see stars, he’s right next to your ear, panting and grunting as he speaks, “This enough attention, princess? i gotta be mean for you to stop being a fucking brat, huh?” he gives you another spank, watching the welts on your ass form.

Meanwhile, you were a fucking mess. He was fucking up into you with so much force, you were a drooling, babbling brat, pussy fluttering around his cock, squelching with each thrust. “Mhm— hm..” you open your mouth to speak, but nothing can come out coherent, but that’s exactly what Toji wanted. He sports another devious grin, smacking your ass again till hot tears of pleasure start to fall from your eyes. “Yeah doll, that’s it. You can take it, just shut that pretty mouth of yours and lemme take care of ya’.” You whine in response, too fucked out to say something of actual meaning.

“You got a bad attitude,” He murmurs, finally letting go of your wrists, deciding to toy with your breasts, hands on the sensitive mounds, toying with your pretty, pert nipples. “Gotta’ fuck it right out of you.” And all you can do is whine, feeling his dick hit all those soft spots your own fingers can’t even touch. It doesn’t take long for you to start seeing stars this time, letting out a loud cry of Toji’s name, cumming.

“There we go, attagirl, good job. All the nasty attitude gone now?” He purrs in your ear, kissing your neck as he slows his thrusts, leaning off of you, looking at the creamy white ring around his cock, groaning softly as he pulls out. It doesn’t matter to him if he cums or not, not when you look so beautifully fucked-out, thighs creamy and sticky, ass sore and slightly bruised, hickeys on your neck.. No. He can’t give a single fuck, not when he’s blessed with the heavenly feeling of massaging you afterwards, lying on the couch in his lap.

He kisses your body lovingly, massaging you, it’s peaceful, intimate but not sexual. The way he loves all of you, kissing and rubbing your sore ass, pouting and murmuring ‘sorries’ in your ear, kissing your neck, loving your love handles and hip dips, admiring how they move under his touch. All the while, you love it. You don’t even care about the welts on your ass, or the hickeys on your neck, you love them, just like you love him. “So pretty doll, and all mine too.” He whispers in your ear, kissing your cheek, savoring the ‘I love you’s’ between the two of you.

You don’t remember what happened afterwards, since you were fast to fall asleep in his arms, letting him do as he pleases, comforting warmth around you. But you do know that you were blissed out, thanks to the man who drives you fucking crazy.

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Author’s note: YALL. Hi. Uh.. this one pissed me off, i accidentally deleted half of it and js rushed to fix it 😓 I hope it’s good tho

Anywayssss— I love yall, stay cool bitches 🫶🏾

[kivino]

SOMETHING FOR YOUR MIND || PLATONIC!JOHN 'BRAVO 0-6' PRICE X F!READER

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Tags/Warnings – brainwashing, violence. angst, hurt/no comfort, fem reader, canon-divergent, reader’s around Soap’s age, so no “19 year old sniper y/n”, pookies; heavy ooc, we all know that Price is not above cutting losses.

Summary – Task Force 141 mourned your loss when you went MIA during one of the missions, however eventually you come back, but not in the way one would think of.

One second. One second was enough for everything to stop in its tracks. Felt like even the bullets that were flying just moments ago stopped midair to allow for the sudden intrusion in the heat of the battle. The tension in the room was palpable. Screams, directions, orders all halted when four pairs of eyes fell onto a friendly familiar face. Your face.

They all needed but a peek from their cover, that much was enough. It was impossible to not recognize your stature, the distinct features of your face that got etched into their minds as clear as day from many hours spent together: on missions, working, or even sitting at a pub. How could they not recognize you?

Nevertheless, it still felt like seeing someone come back from the dead. Last they heard from you, the evacuation chopper with you and a bunch of reinforcements got crashed by Makarov’s men and yet, you were not confirmed KIA, because the body, unlike the traces of your DNA were not found at the crash site. Still, they might as well have mentally held a funeral for you, closed casket, with nothing to put in the ground. Nobody liked that, of course, but it was just part of the job, sooner or later instead of being connected to faces, names will start connecting to numbers and tombstones.

Even if you held a special place among them, you were flesh and blood, just like anyone else, so holding onto the hope that you were alive was…foolish, to say the least. Especially so, with the screams of panic and terror they’ve heard last out of their radios before the sky was painted gray, with smoke from the crash, flames licking at it impatiently, fueling themselves with flesh and oxygen until the corpses inside were nothing but coals, ash and molten plastic. According to the files that Laswell so generously shared with them, everyone was found, but her. Gaz was the one to suggest with a somber tone that she might’ve burned down completely, if she was right near the fuel tank. Nobody debated that. They needed some kind of explanation tied to what happened to you, and if that one worked, who were they to second-guess something they had no idea about?

Yet Soap remembered all the times he caught Price distracted, submerged so deep in his thoughts that it would border on ignoring people around him. He saw him sit around the radio that night at the safe house, situated not too far away from the crash site that buried so many people. Nobody asked Price what was he waiting for in the frozen night, turning the knobs, nothing but grim white noise flooding the room and only further solidifying what they were all thinking – their friend was long gone and there was no return for her.

But wouldn’t you look at her now - still alive and kicking. All the sleepless nights Simon spent thinking about what might’ve happened to them in the vast forests flooded by snow, all the times Kyle turned back to whisper a joke that just dawned on him, only to find himself alone in the kitchen of their base, and all the times Johnny made one too many cups of coffee for everyone, forgetting there wasn’t a fifth pair of hands to grab the steaming hot mug. All of that for them to finally come back to the Task Force.

But all the relief and rapture that came along with your presence vanished into thin air as the barrel of your gun was slowly rising up, trajectory meeting with your comrades (?). Time started slowing down. Johnny felt a bead of cold sweat trail down his temple at the sharp realization. You’re aiming at Price.

This…this felt wrong. Unreal. Disturbing. To think that you’d aim a weapon at someone who looked out for you like their own blood. Still, Price called out your name, attempting to get to you. Maybe it was all just a misunderstanding? (Of course, it fucking wasn’t. How could something like that be a stupid misunderstanding?)

“Put down your weapon now! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Price screamed, after dropping back down behind the cover, a distinct “ding!” echoing right where his head would’ve been a second ago. The crack in the captain’s voice was barely discernible, yet still there. John felt a wave of weakness, the one he had never felt before, wash over him. Out of all of them, John probably regarded you with the most care, his treatment being akin to the tenderness of a doting father over his beloved, but reckless daughter.

“She’s the target.” Ghost’s voice cracks over the comms, stating the very obvious to Price, yet granting Soap a sudden understanding, as startling as a bucket of cold water over his head. They were sent to capture an unknown target that has been making trouble for them in the region. But how in the actual fuck were they supposed to know that it was you who was blowing up their weapon cashes and raiding their safe houses? How would they even come to that conclusion? You hated Makarov probably with the same rigor and fire as Price, there was no rational explanation to this!

“Yeah, you don’t fucking say.” Gaz responds after a brief crack of radio, a thin layer of sarcasm concealing just how disturbed he must’ve felt. The enemies, including you, kept raining bullets at them, barely giving them any room to move or do anything, for that matter.

“What in the fuck did he do to her?” Soap yelled into the radio as soon as he heard the familiar crackling of static once again. There was no way that she sold them out to Makarov, right? But at the same time, the man loved to play around with them. It wouldn’t have been him if he were to miss the opportunity to see the way his actions would deeply shake them. Especially something like buying out someone they considered one of them. Part of their small and very dysfunctional family. Price could only hear the ringing in his ears. Insistent. Maddening. A quiet, arrogant chuckle was the first response he got.

“The correct question would be, “What didn’t I do to her?”. But you’re on the correct track.” Soap’s head snapped to check on Price once again. Eyes wide, hands gripping his weapon even harder than before, he has never seen the man so distraught. Soap, in turn, felt even more enraged, it was like an already burning campfire was doused in gallons of gasoline.

Price’s heart sank even further when he heard that spiteful voice through the static. He should’ve known better than to get attached to you, even if it was from the place of concern and care. However, he never expected the way you’d go would be so twisted and…unbecoming of who and what you were. You would never willingly do that to yourself, and he was well aware of that, and he would never believe if anyone told him that you’d betray them one day. That they’d see your face, clear as day, on the enemy’s side.

Experience came with a lot of blood. Not only his one, but the one that relentlessly stained his hands red, drenching him in a metallic smell, ever-present and eternal. But it allowed Price to be good at what he’s doing it, becoming his second nature, even when his emotions were threatening to break down the wall, built up by him through decades of gradually becoming jaded and desensitized. Taking care of the threats barely breaks a sweat, until you’re the one laying on the ground, disarmed and at their mercy after the strong blow to your forehead with the butt of his weapon makes you see stars.

“Hey!” Price called your name once again, hoping to snap you back from whatever delirium you were drowning in for you to go against your every principle. “What the in actual fuck were you thinking? Did your head get screwed on the wrong way, you fucking idiot?!” Even through the harsh words and Price’s strong hands grabbing at the collar just above the edge of your worn tactical vest, every single one of the Task Force could hear the sheer pain lacing through the man’s words. “Answer me! What the fuck are you doing?!”

Price kept gazing into your eyes, rage boiling within him, too attached to shoot you right where you stood, too much of a coward to cut the losses that wore your face and puppeteered your body. He kept looking, looking for something in your eyes, anything at all – guilt, recognition, misery, cruelty, cynicism, anything at all that would tell him what you were thinking, yet…nothing. All that was in front of him was a rabid animal, hiding right between the coat of your skin, baring its teeth and writhing in his grasp, attempting to shake him off and continue fighting until your final breath.

“What kind of fucking circus is this?! Answer us!” Ghost’s voice roared from his side, urging you to get on with whatever was hindering you from answering to captain and explaining yourself.

“What the fuck do you want from me? I don’t know who are you!” you snarl up at them, and Price almost can’t believe it’s you. After months of only looking at pictures, minor captured fragments of you, hearing the labored breathing, seeing the frenzied stare and the passionate disdain in it… He needed a moment. A lot of moments, actually. If you don’t recognize them, then it can only mean one thing. And God knows, he doesn’t even know what would be worse in this situation.

“You think he…” Gaz finally calls out from the side, sounding just as shocked as everyone else in the room. Tension weighs heavily on them, and Price can feel the strength drain from his grip, powerlessness overcoming him, as he lets go of your collar, letting Ghost take over. The man immediately grabs you by the arm, swiftly twisting it behind your back, not letting even a split moment of faltering give you an upper hand over them. Of course, they were here to do their jobs, but it was still… Difficult.

“Scrambled her brain? No shit…” Ghost rasps, closely observing you, eyes blown wide, multiple very unnatural marks marring the skin on your temples and neck. There is something they could learn from this information, probably.

“Captain. It’s your call.” Soap’s remark does nothing to ground the man, instead sending him into a spiral, as his eyes dig into your form, curled into the dirty ground. So familiar, yet so distant.  

It would be so easy to just…pull the trigger, put the bullet in your skull and be done with it. You wouldn’t be a threat anymore; you wouldn’t come back. The fact of your mere existence will stop being the leading cause of an emotional upstir and deep dissonance within the four men bearing witness to your forsaken, broken mind. It would put your body to rest. It would put Price’s mind to rest. It would be correct. It would be something he would do if it wasn’t you.

But Price simply couldn’t. His hand froze, not even able to reach out to aim his weapon at you. Not when he saw the same eyes, that looked so mischievous while poking fun at him and calling him “old man”. Not when he noticed the same hands, that would press closed his wounds until the medics arrive. Not when he knew, that none of them would forgive themselves for not even trying to get to her.

“Pack her. The objective was to capture her, not kill her.” He gives the final verdict, with a nod towards Soap, giving him permission to carry out the order, even if it didn’t feel right – cuffing someone who used to be there, covering their backs, looking out for them and supporting, no matter what.

“It wasn’t about actually getting an in with us.” Gaz remarks, oh-so-helpfully. The tension from the man was palpable, Price could almost anticipate the moment he would strike if you were to as much as look at them wrong. To think that all the months and years spent together, all the care and concern put into you amounted to nothing, when you’re a prisoner of your own mind. “It was about sending a message.”

“Well, message received, and not fucking appreciated.” Ghost almost spit out the words, holding you by your wrists, while Soap swiftly worked handcuffs around your wrists, through your fruitless attempts to squirm out of their grasps.

“Well, would you look at that. Old man is slowly losing his grip, huh?” A scratchy, unpleasant voice comments, only barely drowned out by the static of the radio, almost spitting poison through the plastic. Price’s hand squeezes into a fist, deeply inhaling the air, laced with too much dust, ash and smoke. It does not ground him, instead making his rage even more scorching.

“I will find you. And when I do, you better pray to the fucking Gods they’ll show you mercy, because I’ve got none to give to you, you piece of shit.” Price hisses after pressing the button quicker than gaining the rational train of thought. His eyes drift towards your form, hunched over, broken and ferocious, unwilling to cooperate with someone you considered your brothers not so long ago.

Maybe Price was making the wrong call. Maybe you’ll break out and make them regret ever trying to save you from Makarov’s grasp. But he’d rather be proven wrong than murder his own daughter.

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[risswirly]

Hi hi!! I read your first two works and they are incredible!!! I need some more fics of my pookie warren to fuel my soul. (There isn't nearly enough..) anyways I would like to make a suggestion/request. Could you write one where you're Warren's best friend and you both always make 'jokes' about being in love with each other and being soulmates but you both think the other one is actually joking so they don't confess out of fear but there's so much tension and one day, (you decide who) someone can't take it anymore and do something about the tension and it leads to confessions and wanting to make up for lost time? Thank you for reading and I can't wait to read more of your stuff <3

You Know Me

SYNOPSIS: After constantly joking about being in love, keeping your feelings for your best friend a secret only becomes harder and harder GENRE: fluff and a touch of angst NOTE: I loved writing this request!! Hopefully I was able to do it justice (^_^) WORD COUNT: 2.2k

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The halls bustle with chatter and laughter as students excitedly leave school for the weekend. You exit your last-period classroom and make your way to your locker, a smile creeping onto your face when you spot him scrolling on his phone waiting for you. You stifle your grin as you approach him.

He glances up at you and pockets his cell, "Well, it's about time you showed up" he teases, rolling his eyes jokingly. You open your locker and return your books, sorting through the various sheets and notes stuffed into the pages from earlier classes, "Oh calm down, it hasn't even been 5 minutes,  Mr Taylor was giving us extra homework" You explain grouchily glancing back up at him, amused by his impatience. You shut your locker door and the two of you begin to walk towards the school's exit. "You know if I was anyone else they probably wouldn't have waited for you" he states matter-of-factly. You scoff, "What? Do you want to be rewarded with a kiss or something?" You tease, making kissing faces towards him as he chuckles. "Yeah, maybe I would" he jokes back, mimicking your smooching face.

These kinds of jokes had become the norm for you and Warren, saying you were in love, joking about being in a relationship, it was banter you made on the daily. The two of you had practically been inseparable since becoming friends at the start of high school. It didn't matter how you felt or what you were doing, Warren was just someone you were always happy to be around. You understood each other better than anyone else and felt comfortable discussing any topic or feeling. 

Well, with one exception, of course, the pitiful crush you'd had on him for years. Even after many attempts to move on and convince yourself those feelings didn't exist the ache in your heart always lingered. Every joke was a confession hidden in plain sight. Every lingering gaze was a cry for something more. But, in the end, it was all just a joke to him. No matter how much you wished it was real you remind yourself that he saw you as nothing more than a friend. So because of that, you stayed silent, swallowed your pride, played along and kept your feelings secret, pretending your heart didn't yearn for him every day.

The two of you walk across the campus towards the dorm building, agreeing to do homework in your room today since you'd gone to Warren's yesterday. As you walk, you rant about a bad class you'd had earlier while Warren listens, laughing and occasionally commenting. Eventually, you make it to the girl's dormitories, he has no trouble navigating your door since he spends about as much time in your room as his own. 

He opens the door for you, holding it as he waits for you to enter before him. You raise your eyebrows with a smirk "Wooow, a true gentleman. My family would love you" You comment with a chuckle, you feel a slight pang in your heart as you realise the truth your statement holds. It's true, if he ever made the trip to visit your family your mum would absolutely adore him and you can already picture him and your sibling being good friends. You quickly shake the thought from your head as you enter the room, reminding yourself again that it was never going to happen. 

He closes your door behind him "Speaking of, my grandma wants to know how you are, she was asking me earlier when I was waiting at your locker." He says as he drops his bag to the floor beginning to take out his homework. "No way! Tell her I'm doing great and that I'll come over again soon" Your face lights up at the mention of Warren's grandma who you had met a few times when you'd gone into town to visit his family. "Warn me beforehand, last time you came over she didn't stop asking me why we weren't dating for like, a week." He grumbles and you giggle lightly at his dismay. 

After you both settle down a bit you begin to do some work. As you reluctantly write your English essay, Warren makes a start on a chemistry quiz. Around an hour passes by and the two of you do a decent job at not getting distracted with the exception of some light chatter.

Warren huffs quietly as he struggles on the last question, prompting you to glance up at him without moving your head. You notice his hair hanging slightly in front of his face, your eyes trailing over the curves in his features, even the way he furrowed his brows in confusion seemed effortlessly perfect. You feel a pang in your heart as you fight the urge to reach out to him. You snap out of your trance, quickly averting your eyes away again. God damn it, longing glances and admiring the details of his face was not a part of keeping your feelings secret. Even after gluing your eyes back to your notebook, you feel the burden of desire weigh heavy in your heart.

After a few moments, you hear Warren sound an "ohhhhh" of realisation as he deciphers the equation. You chuckle lightly at his reaction, "What was the solution?" You ask despite your lack of chemistry knowledge. He smiles to himself pleased before answering, "I completely miscounted the number of bonds, which is why the additional electron pair was making no sense!" He continues to rabble on about his prior mistake and how the work should have been done, but that's not what you really cared about. You watch endearingly as his eyes light up with excitement while he explains the chemistry, and the proud smile that grows on his face as he gains confidence in his knowledge. He suddenly stops himself, "You have no clue what I'm saying do you?" He takes his eyes off his work and smirks back at you bashfully. You smile back playfully and shake your head. "Then why did you even ask?" he laughs back confused. You take a quick moment to think about it, "You look cute when you geek out" you reply in all honesty with a shrug. "Just admit you're in love with me" He teases back. "There's no point in admitting it if you already know" you say as he laughs.

He rolls his eyes with a scoff, however as you watch his face you see his playful demeanour dissolve. His smile slowly fades and his eyelids grow heavy as a million thoughts and emotions rush through his head.  He clenches his jaw, "Um, I should probably go actually" he mumbles, hurriedly gathering his things. His change in behaviour catches you off guard "What? I-" You quickly stop what you're doing and look back at him concerned and confused. As he stands to go you follow him, quickly picking yourself up off your carpet. "Did I say something wrong? I'm sorry, I only called you a geek as a joke" You explain desperately, worry setting in as you apologise. You grab ahold of the hem of his shirt in a moment of panic before he reaches the door and he stops in his tracks, back still turned to you. He takes a shaky breath, "I just... can't do it anymore" He says quietly, his voice laced with hurt and dejection. 

You let go of his shirt and your arm drops limply to your side. "Can't do what?" You ask slowly, voice barely above a whisper, the air around you drenched in tension. He finally turns to face you, eyes filled with sorrow and desperation. "I can't keep pretending (y/n). All this joking and teasing, saying things like we're in love? I can't keep acting like it isn't real to me." he confesses as you stand frozen wide-eyed in shock. Your breath hitches in your throat as your heart begins to pound in your ears "Warren-" you manage to choke taking a step toward him but he stops you. "(y/n) wait, please. I've waited years to tell you this. I just... I just want to get this off my chest okay?" He smiles at you pleadingly before continuing. " Every time we joke about being together or meeting each other's families or going on dates, every single time, I get this unbearable ache in my heart knowing it isn't real. Knowing it doesn't mean the same thing to you as it does to me." He places a hand on his chest gripping the fabric of his shirt.

He takes a deep breath and runs his finger through his hair, "But I can't keep lying to you.. and I can't keep lying to myself either. I, I'm sorry I ruined it... that's all I had to say" he gives you an apologetic smile, eyes filled with sorrow and regret. 

After a moment of silence, you sigh "Are you done now?" you ask calmly. He pauses and blinks back at you for a second, confused at your reaction "Um.. yeah I guess so?" He stammers bewildered. Your eyes soften and you smile at him warmly. "Good." is all you say as you take a step closer to him, the proximity between you now limited. 

His eyes quickly scan your expression as you softly cup either side of his face. His confusion melts into longing as you gently pull him closer towards you, his hands hover hesitantly over your body unsure of what to do with them. Your breaths tangle with each other as your hearts beat rapidly, uncertain yet so sure at the same time. You let your lips linger close to his, giving him room to back out if this isn't what he wants. But he knows what he wants, and he knows he's never wanted anything more in his life than this, and he takes the plunge.

His eyes flutter shut and he leans in and closes that remaining gap between you, gently pressing his lips into yours. It's light and hesitant but after a moment he pulls back slightly and takes a deep breath. "Fuck" he mutters to himself before diving back in. As your lips collide again you feel a sense of hunger wash over you as you finally act upon the feelings you had hidden for so long. He kisses you more desperately this time, as if he's kissing you with the passion and tension that has built up over the years of yearning and unspoken feelings. His hands find the small of your back, pressing your body to his as you stand on your toes. 

Electricity and warmth shoot through your entire body as his fingers trail up your back, pulling you into his tight embrace, wanting more of you as he gains confidence. Your arms wrap around his neck and your lips move in perfect rhythm and it feels like your heart explodes when you feel him smile softly as you kiss him tenderly. You make your way over to your bed, pulling him on top of you as you lay down. The world around fades away into nothing as your senses become consumed by the passion of the long overdue moment. 

He pulls away breathlessly, your heart practically beating out of your chest. "you have no idea how long I've wanted this" He pants softly still holding you tightly not wanting to let you go now that he has you. You smile back at him, unable to speak but you undoubtedly trust he knows you feel the same. He gently places a kiss on your forehead, "I think I would be happy if I could just kiss you forever" He chuckles, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You look up at him and bite your lip nervously, "Does... this make us like.. official now?" You ask.

He pulls away, breaking your hug prompting you both to sit upright, a horrified look plastered on his face, "Fuck no! There's no way I'm going to let my miserable breakdown be how I finally ask you to be my girlfriend. I am going to give you the romantic, thought-out, grand gesture you deserve."  He says firmly almost looking offended you'd suggest such a thing. He takes ahold of your hands, "Just.. give me some time to plan it, okay?" he admits sheepishly. His pleading face makes you crack a smile "I've waited this long haven't I?" you chuckle. He gazes at you tenderly, his worried expression dissolving away, "What did I do to deserve you?" He asks before showering you with quick pecks all over your face and neck sending you into a fit of laughter as you lay back down. 

he tenderly plants a lingering kiss on your lips again before pulling away slightly. You gently push his hair out of his face taking a deep breath, "We wasted so much time" you whisper, a tinge of sadness in your tone. He caresses your cheek softly with his thumb "We have so much time to make up for it" He whispers back, smiling at you lovingly. 

You smile too knowing he's right, because looking into his eyes you see a world of opportunity and everything you've ever wanted. 

Looking into yours, he sees the world.

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[gyustarzzi]

ateez react to you doing a sensual dance on stage

!! warning !! this chapter does have slight smut, if you are uncomfortable with this please skip this chapter

( I swear the EMBARRASSMENT after re-reading this chapter just makes me gag- like why did I write this?? 🤢🤦‍♀😭 THE STRUGGLE IS REALLLL)

☆ hongjoong

- gets so shocked when he sees you on stage - flustered bc the other members are teasing him - loves your outfit and how beautiful you look on stage 😊 - makes up sexual scenarios in his head 😩 - he'll probably make out with you after the performance

" You looked amazing Y/N, maybe next time you should show me those moves at home "

★ seonghwa

- is kinda mad/shocked that you didn't tell him you were going to perform on stage - when you wink at him, he sends you a glare (nobody knows your dating except for the members) - thinks about how he's going to punish you later 💀 - when the performance is over he'll mouth some nasty words at you - you'll need this >>>> 🦽

" Why didn't you tell me about your performance? Trying to keep it a secret from me? "

☆ yunho

- this time instead your both on stage together - touches your ass, winks at you, puts his hands on your waist, etc. 😶 - gets a 🦴 halfway through the performance - probably fucks you in that dress 👀 - you won't be able to walk for weeks 👩‍🦽

" That dress looks so pretty on you, it be a shame for it to go to waste "

★ yeosang

- FLUSTERED AND SHY the whole time 🥴 - thinks you look gorgeous in your dress - can't keep his eyes off of you even after the performance - when you get home he'll act soft and shy to make you think your gonna be dominant tonight but oh lord, the tables have turned 🤭 - walking? never heard of her 🤷‍♀️

" You look pretty in that dress...but I think you'd look even better without it on "

☆ san

- will get shocked that your on stage doing a sensual performance - is so proud of you when you finish - after the performance he can't keep his hands off of you 🫠 - gives you so many hickeys 🫣 - wants you to recreate the dance at home bc he loves how beautiful you look

" You did awesome Y/N! Would you maybe want to do those moves on me tonight? "

★ mingi

- shocked. 😱 - thinks you look like a angel dancing - wants you badly but has to wait bc he has to go on stage after - touches your waist and ass when you walk past him when he's about to go on stage...😳 - here you go >>>>>> 🦽

" Hey baby, you looked so hot dancing like that "

☆ wooyoung

- flirty with you before the dance 🤭 - thinks you look so sexy and beautiful in your dress - is impatient to meet you back stage - drags you home right after the performance - I hope you brought crutches pookie, you won't be able to walk for days 😮‍💨

" C'mon Y/N, let's go home and let me show you what moves I can do "

★ jongho

- when I tell you this man is redder than a cherry, I MEAN IT - he thinks your absolutely gorgeous and how lucky he is to have you - but right after the performance something just snaps inside of him 😏 - teases you A LOT, to the point where you are BEGGING - I know it's a lot to take in right now but, I think you'll need these 🦽

" You are not going anywhere after what you just pulled back there "

a/n: god forgive me

🤸🏻  << you                      🦽🏌️<< me

[dwntwn-strnlo]

Hi hi hi hi. Okay so here’s my idea. How about after Cochella (bitch idfk if that’s how u spell that shit) he’s super tired and so when he gets back to his hotel you are there to surprise him and he gets super happy. But he’s tired so he’s like super clingy so you get in bed and watch a movie while he tells you about his day. (This might be bad but fuck it we ballin) 😘

OMG 🤭 giggling already before i even start writing. thank you for the request pookie ❤️

N SIDE dominic fike

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎, dwntwn-strnlo.

↳ 𝐀/𝐍. hooray! very short but whatever

↳ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. dominic fike x reader

↳ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. request!

↳ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃? yes!

its the final night of coachella, and dominic was gifted the opportunity to sing a set all six nights. and with the needed preparation, he went out a week early. meaning- he has been away for almost three weeks now. and you would be a fool to admit that you didnt miss basking in the florida heat, by his side watching the tide roll up along the shore. your favorite musicians humming lightly through the speaker behind you.

so, after speaking with his manager in secret, you got yourself a ticket out to california. which explains why your now patiently impatiently waiting for dominic in his hotel room.

you practically roll of the bed when you hear someone at the door. desperately trying to turn the tv off as you get on comfortably hit the floor on the opposing side of the bed. anticipation rising the longer it takes for the door to open.

hearing the door shut, and things getting lazily tossed onto the tables, you smile to yourself. the second the lights flick on, you jump to your feet, throwing your hands in the air with a loud "boo!"

dominic flinches slightly, but is quick with forming a gentle smile on his face. not saying a word, he hurriedly makes way to you, wrapping his arms around your body in a much welcomed hug.

hugging him back, he places his chin on the top of your head. taking in your missed warmth.

"hi, love." you giggle, looking up at him.

he meets your eyes, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead, "i miss you, baby."

"ive missed you too," you smile, moving your head to kiss him. the kiss is slow due to your fatigue from cross-country jet lag, and his fatigue from a thirteen long set.

he pulls away with a smile. his heavy eyes taking you in. "i was hoping you were gonna show up unannounced." he sighs, "ive missed looking at your pretty face."

you laugh, "and ive missed looking at yours," you say, pulling him back in to a tight hug. rocking the two of you side to side on your feet.

"i love you, dom." you mumble against his shirt.

"i love you, baby." he mutters back, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

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[floofeh-purpi]

Getting Isekai'd?! (Part 3)

Sagau! Genshin Fatui x Gn! Reader (ft. Your bsf)

『Beloved fluffball/s mentioned below! 💜』

@justmare

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Guys in sorry I haven't warned yall about how ooc the characters will be in the pervious part 😰🙌 but all jokes aside I FINALLY FINISHED WOOO!!!

Warnings: Swearing, maybe grammatical/spelling issues, you have asthma, mention of you having vitiligo (the mentioning is only once), your bsf totally not having a crush on you.

【Part 2】

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Y/b/f/n looked through the peephole on the door and sweatdropped at both the people and the amount of people waiting outside impatiently. "Wait aren't they the Harbingers from that one game y/n can't stop playing?! I forgot the name though. Oops." Y/b/f/n thought before noticing an unfamiliar woman that seemed to be their leader, judging from the 'ice queen vibe' she was giving. She had long white hair tied into a bun and a pair of icy blue eyes.

Y/b/f/n finally snapped out of their thoughts and opened the door. (Here goes the oocs yall...)

"Yes...? How can I help you all...?" Y/b/f/n asked, sucessfully hiding the dread they were feeling at the sight of these men and women that could most likely 'destroy' both of you. Excluding your dog cus big furbaby is sleeping rn.

"May we come in?" The white-haired lady infront of them asked. However, it was anything but a question but rather, a command. In y/b/f/n's opinion.

Literally scared shitless for their life, your best friend greeted them and letted them in. With the first thing the fellow visitors noticed was the palpable yet pleasant warmth present inside the chambers. However...

They also felt a presence. A divine one to be exact, but they brushed it off. For now.

"Make yourselves at home... Visitors..." Nervously said y/b/f/n as they gestured them to sit down the grey, plush couch in the living room, in which they happily sit down almost immediatly. "Hey, this is actually pretty nice place." Tartaglia said as he lead onto the sofa. "Whats your name, comrade?" Asked Child the ginger head.

"Name's y/b/f/n." They said, making the harbingers and even the Tsaritsa we're shocked, isnt that the name of the first friend that their Divine Creator had made?! What a coincidence! Bbg its not. Its really not. 💀🙌

"Thats... Nevermind." Pantalone stopped himself from messing up infront of what could be one of their beloved Creator's acquaitances how tf do you spell this word 😰

"Whats that flat box over there, if I may ask~?" Columbina tilted her head curiously as she pointed towards the "flat box" that was above the fireplace. Its the tv by the way 😭 .

This is what the living room looks like, pretend the couch is grey and the tv is off pookie :3

"Oh that?" Y/b/f/n pointed at the tv in which the Damselette nodded "Thats called a television, tv for short. *Insert your bsf explaining what a tv is in 2 case studies worth of essays because i dont know what the fuck im doing 💔*"

"So yeah, thats i-" Before y/b/f/n could finish their sentence, they were cutted off by the sound of you calling their name while coughing loudly. Oh how they loved it when you call their name but nows not the time to simp for their crush. "Wait, be right there!" They yelled back at you, before looking back at the 'visitors', as y/b/f/n called them in their head.

"Please, feel free to look around. Just dont... touch anything." Y/b/f/n said before ascending up the stairs.

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As soon as they finally reach upstairs, the first thing they hear is coughing noises.

Oh shit.

"BITCH ARE YOU OK?!" Y/b/f/n asked as they fractically looked for your inhaler, you were having an asthma attack for the third time this day but shhhhh.

"W-wheres... my inhaler...–" You managed to say between coughs before Y/b/f/n responded "Wait here, I think you left it somewhere downstairs."

"O-oka—" You couldnt even finish saying that one single word as your coughing interrupted you. Why is it always the nicest people having to be cursed with something bad?! Your best friend thought as they hurrily went downstairs.

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Childe looked curiously at the items that were just, well, existing on the shelf beside the tv when one of them in particular stood out. It was a photo of y/b/f/n and a familiar yet unfamiliar person. Surprise surprise, it just so happens to be you.

The person had a beautiful shade of h/c hair and s/c with... white patches of skin along their face and neck, hell, there was one small white patch right beside their mouth if he looked very closely. He couldn't see their eye color as they has their eyes closed while smiling more radiantly than the sun. Yeah, looks just like their Creator, but they still have one more thing to comfirm... To say that they looked ethereal is an absolute understatment. You look so pretty pookie ❤

"Thats Y/n, like the one with h/c." Y/b/f/n suddenly said behind him which almost made Childe's skeleton leave his soul, cus how the fuck did he not hear their footsteps?! "Now where..— there it is!" You best friend exclaimed happily and quickly got your inhaler before going back upstairs and leaving a shocked and traumatized Childe downstairs.

"Ey, I got your inh—" You immediatly grabbed it from them and took a few puffs before letting out a few shaky exhales... Here go the side effects. "Its okay bro, its only us. You can sit down." Y/b/f/n assured you and gently made you sit down. (Bro they made you lay down)

You letted out a grunt at the headache you were feeling after using the inhaler. And then lets just say that you fell asleep at some point <3 they were so tempted to kiss your forehead... :(

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OMFG FINALLY GUYS IM SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER my fever had me on a chokehold

【Part 4】

Published: June 29 2024. 10:05pm.

[betterthanyalls]

Happy Valentines day!!! This is a gift for my platonic valentine!!! Love u pookie

Fake Proposals

Words: 1.5K

Published: 2-14-2024

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“This is such a bad idea.”

"Oh, c'mon, Peach! It’s free food!”

“If it works, which it probably won’t,” Y/n explained to her boyfriend, "plus, aren’t you a demon? Can you not just disguise yourself and steal the food?”

“Where’s the fun in that? Have some faith, Peaches!” Wukong encouraged, wrapping his arm around his girlfriend's shoulder. He held Y/n tight and guided her into the high-class restaurant that stood tall in front of them. Wukong let go of Y/n, to his dismay, so he could hold the door open for her. He may be an egotistical demon, but he knows how to treat the love of his immortal life.

Y/n smiled at her partner’s kind gesture, “Thank you, love,” and entered the small entrance of the restaurant. When Wukong entered, his hand instantly found its way to Y/n’s, holding her in a tight yet gentle grip. The couple stood near the host stand, waiting for a server to come to seat them. They stood there for around five minutes until Wukong started getting impatient. His foot was tapping rapidly on the ground, and his tail was swaying, brushing Y/n’s leg every few passes. Noticing this, Y/n lightly squeezed his hand in a few pulses. Her eyes watched as Wukong’s tail slowed its sways and his foot stopped tapping.

Smiling softly, the young woman cast a glance at her boyfriend. She saw how he was looking around, trying to spot any servers standing around. Eventually, someone who looked like a hostess walked up to them.

“I am so sorry for making you wait! I was told someone would cover me when I’m on break, but I guess not,” the girl, who looked the same age as Y/n, spoke quickly. Y/n observed how the girl kept taking glances at Wukong, each one longer than the last. Normally, Y/n wouldn’t mind people looking at her boyfriend; he was a demon after all, but this girl had a different emotion in her expression. Y/n read the girl’s name tag and couldn’t help but notice how much the girl looked like Y/n. ‘Analise’, was the name carved into the metal tag. “That’s ok, my boyfriend and I would just like a couple table. Please,” Y/n spoke through a strained smile, moving closer to Wukong.

Wukong, somehow, didn’t take notice of the way Analise stared at him or how Y/n moved closer. “Right away,” Analise glared at Y/n before turning and guiding them to a nearby table made for two. As they walked, Y/n gripped Wukong’s hand tighter. She could see from her peripheral view when her boyfriend looked down at their hands and looked at her face. Y/n looked at him when he mouthed a question, ‘You okay?’. Now that Wukong knew she saw him, Y/n couldn’t ignore the question. Looking at Analise, who was still walking in front of the two, Y/n let out a sigh and shook her head, ‘No’. Wukong’s eyes held hers, filled with sympathy and understanding, and simply nodded. It didn’t take long for them to reach a two-person table in the center of the restaurant. Y/n smiled when she saw the mischievous grin spread across her lover’s lips.

“Here you are, sir... and ma’am,” Analise finished her sentence with resentment. Hearing this, Y/n gave the worker a tight, sour smile before sitting down across from her partner. Analise left the couple to view their menus and choose the food. Scanning the options, Y/n paused when she felt a foot tapping hers. Looking up, she was met with Wukong’s iconic smirk. “So, my dear Y/n was jealous of some random girl?” His tone was laced with tease as he smiled at her. Y/n rolled her eyes and softly kicked her demon lover, a small smile forming on her lips as she looked away to hide it. “Shut up, just stick to the plan, ok?” The young woman spoke through her embarrassment, still not meeting Wukong’s eyes.

Y/n heard his chuckle and the shuffling of fabric. Looking up, she watched as her boyfriend pulled a small black box from his pocket and set it on the table with a mischievous grin. The two looked around, trying to see if any staff was nearby to see the plan in action. “I think that’s the manager right there,” Y/n discreetly pointed to a man standing about a table or two away. Looking back to her partner, Y/n nodded to him with him doing the same in response. Clearing his throat to gain nearby attention, Wukong stood up and took the box. Walking over to Y/n, he knelt in front of her. She could see a glimmer in his eyes as emotions danced like lightning on his expression.

“Y/n M/n L/n, we have been through thick and thin together. I can’t even fathom how you could survive with someone like me and yet you do it anyways. You have always meant the most to me; the flame to my candle, the moon to my sun, the rainbow to my cloud. I can’t explain in words how much you mean to me, it’s simply impossible. You deserve everything in this whole messed-up universe and I will make it my goal to deliver it all to you. Anything you want, it’s yours. I’m lost without you, Peach. I want to be your crutch, your support; the one you rely on when you can’t even rely on yourself. I may not understand everything but I will do anything to let you show me. I am willing to change anything just for you to glance at me. The longing I get when you have to leave from a date or when I can’t look at you for even a moment. Your eyes, your hair, your cheeks, your nose, your arms, your everything. I love every little detail about yourself. All your flaws are gone, you never had any to begin with. I know you might not be able to see yourself the way I see you but I want to let you even get at least a glimpse of how I see you. You are so perfect to me that even the stars moon and sun envy you. You shine your light of kindness and care to anyone, proving anyone can be themself around you. I feel so safe with you and I want you to feel that around me. Y/n M/n L/n, I want to spend the rest of my life with you and I will do anything to make you mine. So, what do you say?”

Shock and embarrassment overwhelmed Y/n. She had expected some cheesy speech, but the way he said it and the way his eyes glowed. Y/n knew he meant every single word and it left her speechless. Her mouth opened slightly, trying to say something but no words or sounds came out. Wukong held an expectant look like he didn’t think this whole spiel would catch you off guard. The whole restaurant was looking at the two of you. The suspense was thick in the air and even the blind could see the anticipation. Finally, Y/n found her voice.

“Yes,” She whispered before making her voice audible, “yes! 100 times yes!” Wukong stood up and brought her up with him before picking Y/n up and spinning her around. Laughter echoed from them as the restaurant erupted into cheers and applause. A huge smile graced both the couple's faces when Wukong slid the ring onto Y/n's ring finger. The duo hugged tightly before feeling a hand on both their shoulders, it was the manager. At first, they thought their plan had been a success until the manager pointed to an extremely small sign across the room that read, ‘NO ROMANCE ON PREMISE!’. “Well, that’s ironic.”

Now walking hand in hand down the dark street, Y/n and Wukong just talked. “I wanted that free food,” Y/n complained. “I know Peach, but I can just steal some food from Pizza Hut or something if you would like,” her boyfriend shrugged. Pausing in her steps, Y/n looked at Wukong with an ‘Are you serious?’ expression. “What?” “Why didn’t you just do that earlier before we got kicked out?!” Y/n exclaimed to her clueless boyfriend. “I…uhhh….” Wukong stumbled on his words, trying to find a reason before Y/n found the truth. “Wait a second,” Y/n spoke, a smirk forming on her face and turning to her lover, “did you just do all this so you could propose to me but not officially?” Wukong was looking everywhere but his girlfriend now and not answering her question. Y/n smiled softly at her flustered partner before taking his face in her palms and giving Wukong a soft kiss on the cheek, ruffling the fur atop his head when she leaned back. Y/n chuckled a little before she turned and kept walking, leaving a stunned Monkey King behind her.

[thelov3lybookworm]

Hey. I love your work. I notice you write for shatter me and i got to say the amount of attention that booktok and i give to Aaron Warner, I thought there would be an explosion of fanfics. Unfortunately that's not the case. So i was hoping you could write something for me based on him.

So it goes like this. Reader has this guy friend and she is very very very close with him and they even have nicknames. Aaron is so annoyed by this and especially with kenji because he won't stop moking him. That is until reader introduces him as her best friend and kenji is livid. Maybe you could show how they get rid of the guy and kenji and Aaron bonding.

Thank you and have an amazing day ahead!

Not Enough Attention

Summary: Y/n has been neglecting Aaron in favour of... of him.

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A/n: omg anon i feel you because whyyy does pookie not have more fics???? absolutely ridiculous. disappointing honestly 😔 like wanna write for pookie but i have so many drafts rn, but i will write for him because i have a few things planned for him 🤭

(not proofread yet because im about to go to sleep im sorry 🥲)

anyways, enjoyy!!

Kenji was not known to be the smartest creature on the planet, everyone knew that. And that was the only reason Aaron never bothered to converse with him.

But alas, everyone has to face their nemesis at some point.

To make matters worse, Y/n, the only one keeping Aaron sane, was away again.

Probably meeting with her lover.

Aaron had to force himself to not roll his eyes.

"Hey, Warner. Have you seen Y/n?"

Aaron glanced up from the papers he'd been reading through, sighing. "Probably loitering around the building with her new... friend."

Kenji snorted, pulling back the chair in front of him and then practically throwing himself in it. "Aww, is our wittle Warner jealous?"

Aaron leaned back, setting the stack in his hand on the desk. "Wittle?" Kenji opened his mouth to explain, but Aaron cut in before he could spew more stupidity. "Never mind. And I'm not jealous."

Kenji smirked, leaning the chair back so it balanced precariously on its back legs. "Sure you aren't, Warner."

Aaron took a deep breath, trying not to let his words get under his skin. "I'm merely concerned for her safety-"

The door opened then, and both the men turned to look, watching intently as Y/n stepped in, another boy following her.

Aaron's jaw clenched, looking away from her smiling face.

"Y/n! I was searching for you."

Unable to resist, Aaron let his eyes wander back to the people in front of him.

Y/n nodded. "I know, I saw you walk in and thought you might have been looking for me." Y/n glanced back at her new friend. "Oh, and this is my best friend Jack. Jack, this is Kenji."

Jack offered a simple nod to Kenji, impatience shining in his eyes.

Y/n seemed to understand why he was so impatient, and she turned to Aaron.

"I have some work, I'll see you two later, yeah?"

Aaron avoided her eyes as he nodded, waiting for her to leave the office before releasing the breath he didn't even know he had been holding.

Kenji seemed to be lost in thought as he stared after Y/n, his jaw working.

"You know... maybe this needs to be looked into."

Aaron pressed his lips into a tight line to stop himself from smiling in triumph, and stood, dusting off invisible dust from his pants.

"So, what's the plan boss?" Kenji questioned, his expression more serious than Aaron had ever seen.

"We do some work."

Aaron would have never thought that he would be working along side Kenji, let alone looking forward to working with him, but here he was, anticipation building in his gut as he stood leaning against the doorframe leading to the barracks.

Kenji had left him standing there to go search for Jack.

They did not have a solid plan, no matter how hard they pretended. All they had talked about was the fact that they were going to ambush him. And then have a friendly little chat.

Aaron knew Y/n would be mad when she found out, but he couldn't help it. Aaron had never really had friends, so he as quite protective over the ones he now did have. He refused to be overshadowed by anyone, let alone someone named Jack.

Footsteps neared, alerting Aaron. He reached down, patting the gun at his hip.

He knew he shouldn't have to resort to violence, but this was his best friend he was concerned about. He wasn't about to take any chances.

He ignored the voice in his head who chirped about how she wasn't just his friend.

She was also the object of all his desires.

The desire to hold. To protect. To kiss.

The desire to love.

To be vulnerable.

He straightened, clearing his mind of any and all distractions, and turned to watch as Jack walked in step with Kenji, right into the awaiting hands of his doom.

Kenji slowed down the moment his eyes met Aaron's, falling behind Jack in case the fucker decided to run.

Thankfully, he wasn't as dumb as he looked and he just stared at Aaron's looming form.

"Did you need something from me?"

"What are your intentions for Y/n?"

He blinked. "We're just... friends?"

Aaron scowled. "I don't think you have only friendly intentions for her though. Tell me, how many times have you thought of kissing her?"

Jack's eyes bulged at that, and he looked so disgusted with Aaron that even Aaron had to question whether he as mistaken.

"I am not interested in Y/n like that. What even gave you the impression-"

"Don't lie." Kenji sang in a loud high pitched voice, and Jack turned to glare at him.

"I'm not fucking lying. Why do you two think I- is it because we have become close over the past week? Is that it? Is she not giving you two enough attention?"

Aaron didn't let it show on his face, but inside he agreed to that statement to some extent.

He felt like he was being ignored, abandoned, and he did not like it one bit. His father ignoring his existence most the time was enough for him. He didn't need even his best friend and the woman he was in love with to ignore him too.

When neither of them replied, Jack let out a sharp laugh. "Get Y/n. Let her tell you why I've been seeing her out so much the past week."

Kenji winced, his eyes wide with alarm. "I don't think that's a good idea-"

"What's going on here?"

Aaron froze, and so did Kenji as Y/n's voice rang down the hallway.

Jack turned to meet Y/n's gaze as she stalked towards the three men, her brows furrowed.

"Tell them Y/n. Tell them how in love with you I am."

Y/n stared at him, bewildered. Aaron snuck a glance at Kenji, who was staring at the only exit, and Aaron could practically see the gears in his head turning.

"I- what?"

"Exactly. They think I'm here to take advantage of you somehow, and also because they miss having all your attention on them, they cornered me. Trying to do what, I don't know."

Y/n turned to glare at Kenji, who raised his hands and stepped away, avoiding everyones eyes.

"Jack, you go. Get some rest. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

Jack nodded, clasping her shoulder in farewell as he threw a scathing glare at Aaron, then stalked into the barracks.

"What was that about?"

"Hey! I did nothing-"

At one look, Kenji shut his fat mouth, retreating further as he realised Y/n's glare was now targeted at Aaron.

"You want to explain?"

Aaron swallowed, looking down at his shoes.

She sighed through her nose, rubbing her temples.

"He's getting married."

Aaron jolted, his wide eyes flying to hers.

"Well, not married. Yet. He has been planning on the best way to propose to his girlfriend. He was just asking me to help him plan everything."

Aaron stared at Y/n, not believing his ears. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Kenji disappearing down the hallway, and Aaron cursed him silently.

"I can't even begin to understand why you would do something like this-"

Aaron knew that if he didn't stop her now, she would keep talking, and while he loved listening to her voice too much to ever want her to stop, he also did not want to be yelled at.

And so what did he do?

Instead of telling her to stop, he stepped forward, and in a moment of sudden confidence, he grabbed her face, intending to hold her until she stopped speaking.

Alas, she had other plans as her eyes fluttered shut instantly, her hands flying to hold onto the lapels of his jacket.

And of course, Aaron was not about to miss a chance to have what he always wanted, so he leaned forward.

And kissed her.

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[k3m1y4]

“nothing in the world belongs to me.”

fyodor x gn!reader

summary: just a calm night with ease, nothing else belongs to you but for your love for yourself, and him, he was you. before you could die, let him be the heat that warms the cold. nothing in the world belongs to him, nothing. belongs to you.

author’s note: fluff and angst?, not proofread, no warnings. here’s a little fic before i go to sleep early because i need to fix my messed up sleep schedule <3 love u pookies, have a great morning/night/day.

. . . ecard: my love all mine . . . by mitski.

The breeze was indeed cold.

Your weakened body walked through the thickened snow. Your feet barely even moving by a single step, your tracks tainted the snow deep into the ground. Waiting for it to melt and disappear in a fragrance of a snowflake landing gracefully on the chill land. You hum quietly as you continued to forward yourself into finding your beloved, you hold him so dear. The dark shade of the leaves painted by the snow falling from the sky, what a keen eye could see from the mesmerizing scenery. The moon kept it’s guidance into leading you through the snowed forest. Light coloring your skin to a brighter tone as you pause in your pace. You flutter your eyes closed as you sigh, puffs of air blowing throughout the wind, carrying the last and first time of your breath.

You hum an unfamiliar tone; you were clueless must to know of what you sing. You’ll never hear the heavenly melody of the birds chant and echo during the spring. When the flowers will now bloom, welcoming it’s beauty it hides within the cold to keep a surprise of amusement. You knew you’d meet him here, back to where you met. The last will be the better of the first. Clasping on the trunk of the tall tree tightly as you lean against the wood. Breathing heavily as the warmth of your presence was no longer protecting you from the cold, it gave in to give up. You watch the snow continue to fly as the wind pushes it away from your gaze. You chuckle silently to yourself, wherein deaf ears could hear.

“Fedya…”

You impatiently fix your composure as you wait for the man awaiting you for your final remorse. “Fedya…” You say out again, you felt numb and weak. Though, there was no chains pulling you back to the darkness you merely seek at the chances life was already tearing you to shreds, unperfected and flawed. Just like any other fool lighting the world with its’ unmarked glow. You sigh in faux disappointment as you fold your arms, your vision started to blur in a trance as you blink twice to keep up with your fatigue. “Fyodor!” You weakly yell as you step on the chill as it sent a chill down to your spine. You hug yourself tightly as you shake your head, waving the pain away from you.

You knelt down, your clothed knees meeting the veins of the unsettling, cold atmosphere. The wind brushing your hair as it flew the flakes away from your flesh. You start to shape the piece of snow into a large rounded ball. Placing it forcefully on the ground, you make another, another. Repeatedly. The size decreasingly shrunken to your desired measurement. You stand up, inspecting the area surrounding you in barriers. You look down at your coat as you avert your eyes to a leaf slopingly resting on the coldness. You carefully put it on the rounded ball at the very top of the structure as you giggle in joy. Whether then it be your last snowman, you had the bit of joy from the heat of a candle so small and easily melted.

“Myshka.” Fyodor spoke deeply. You were back to him. You trace along the snowman’s head forming a curved smile on it’s face. Fyodor chuckles at your pointless yet adorable antics you’d always do during the winter season. Not like he was complaining. You gently decorated the snowman as you softly placed your headwear on your masterpiece as Fyodor watches you silently observing your actions as he sighs. “Моя любовь, ты можешь простудиться.” He reminds you at you just smile at him tilting your head as he rolls his eyes at you. “Stop being so stubborn for once, my love.” He walked towards you and poked your nose with his slender finger. “But Fedya! I’m going to die anytime soon. Let me have some fun…” You whine at him, but who was he to reject.

“Alright, alright, myshka. Just be careful, okay?” He runs his surprisingly warm hands against your silk hair. “Hmm? Fedya, your hands are unusually warm!” You exclaim at him as you test out how heated he was by hugging him tightly. Oh he was warm! He stumbled back slightly; his back gently hitting the wooden tree. You bury your face in his chest as he couldn’t help but just groan at your stupid acts. “Моя любовь...” He sighed, preventing his urge to just scold you he instead pulled you towards him. As you hug him, desperate and pleading for his affection.

He embraces you back in a form of acceptance as you “sleep” within his warmth. His eyes look down at you and gently caress your lifeless face, tilting your chin up, your eyes fluttered already closed. He smiles slightly as he lets your head lay on his shoulder as he leans his head back to relax in the slightest moments of these. You taught him how to love, when he couldn’t. You taught him to do the simplest forms of affection he could not show. You taught him how to love you. You gave him the lesson, nothing belongs to him, not you, not his treasure, nothing but only his, only love. Stroking your hair as his chest breathes, yours didn’t. Your heart slowed down quickly, he couldn’t feel your voice nor your life anymore carrying with him. And here he was. You were his teacher, and he was the student. Despite your intellect lower than his, you somehow managed to teach him things a normal human could simply display to those who they love. Love was weird to him, he hated the idea of affection, adoration, and admiration. He knew how to define its’ meaning, but never how.

He was grateful of you, when you unexpectedly barged into his life like the upcoming of his mistakes on the bumpy road all the way. He will die too, he will be with you. He is a bad person, you weren’t. You were the first to tie the string, you tied the strings. And you were the first one to cut it apart. You may disappear, but. You filled a hole in his heart; ripped many times. And you tainted him with your goodness.

“Sleep well, my love. I love you.”

He never received a letter written, I love you too.

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GAAA. Not too angsty for me but idk idk. Tried to experiment here and it kinda failed. I’m sleep so i’m wayyyy tooooo lazy to read it. Kinda lazy for the plot. Thanks for reading tho 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

[powdermelonkeg]

Ask anything? I gotchu Pookie.

In Skyward Sword, in the part where Link is fighting Demise in that water mirror dimension (Idk what its called, if someone knows do tell me) do you think that time passes by slower in there? While out in the past and feature it speeds up?

Like, take Voltron for example, the fight with the prince in that dimension that left the gang away for (4-8 years was it?)

Do you think that if Link were to fight Demise, and finally end him (Being cursed, blah blah blah) but when he leaves he ends up in the past with no one there, the portal had closed but opened up (or something idk yet) and when he goes though, he's still the same age ‘n shit but everyone else is like- adults? And he's not sure how to take this, everyone else is not sure how to take this yet wants to constantly be around their follow friend (Teenager friend) who might not even wanna be around them bc of the situation he's in?

Would love to hear your thoughts on this idea.

I think time definitely passes slower in there, actually.

The stakes are high at the end of Skyward Sword, with Demise digesting Hylia's soul to regain his full might. Impa actually tells Groose about it.

This implies that there's a timer. You save her, now, or you lose her forever. Yet Demise seems completely unbothered when he gives you his ultimatum.

How long is a few moments?

As long as you need it to be. Theoretically, enough to upgrade all your gear, complete every sidequest, and stock up on as many potions as possible. No matter what you do, though, Demise doesn't even seem bored when you come to see him. There's no impatience in him, and Zelda's still not forfeit.

So yeah. Time definitely passes slower in the storm puddle dimension.

This whole 5-minute fight might have taken days. I think we can rule out anything longer, though, or else Zel would have died of starvation in the meantime and/or Groose would have been more freaked out and exhausted.

(Side note, though, how does Demise know he's been waiting for eons? In THIS part of the timeline, he's been waiting for like...a week. This is right after Hylia sent the humans to the sky. Skyward Sword does NOT care about its time travel consistency.)

[sunoostripletriple]

the start k.s (smau)

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warning!!: crackhead, soft/fluff, lots of swearing, mdni

synopsis - > Y/N, on a whim, decides to prank text a random number. Little does she know, that fate has other plans. Instead of a stranger, her message lands in the inbox of Kim Sunoo, her favorite idol. What follows a whirlwind of unexpected conversations, shared interests, and perhaps the beginning of something beyond her wildest dreams. As their connections deepen, y/n finds herself drawn into Sunoo's world in ways she never imagined, navigating the complexities of fame, friendship, and maybe even love.

a/n: double upload since I once again have not updated my smau in awhile. I've been so busy with work and I had so many things to worry abt in personal life that I forgot I had an smau to work;-; goodness is this the life of a cursed ff writer? ahat

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15. Girls night🖤!!

As the hours pass by, Y/N decides to walk to the station to meet her best friend.

Kacey, who is most likely rushing to meet her friend as quickly as she can, grabs everything she needs from the table near the door.

“Hey, pookie! Sorry, I’m late,” she pauses to catch her breath before continuing, “I had to wash the dishes quickly before leaving.” Kacey pouts.

“It’s all good I even said you could take your time earlier when I called you.” Y/N gives out a guilty smile while looking at her breathless best friend, who seems to be struggling to stand properly.

“Can you not stare at me like some dying puppy?” Kacey stands up after finally catching her breath.

“Anyways, are you ready? Where should we head off to?” y/n says as she links up her arm with Kacey smiling ear to ear.

“Oh,” Kacey starts, causing y/n to stop who was walking along with her. “What did you want to vent about?”

“Should we talk about it on our way to the cafe?” Kacey asks, slightly tilting her head to the side.

“It’s nothing big, just me being delusional again.” said y/n.

“Gorl, you always say that and brush off whatever's going on in your mind.” Kacey states, still walking at the same steady pace.

"Well, if I’m being honest, it’s not that much of a big deal,” the dispirited girl says, looking down at her feet.

“Wait, let me guess.” Kacey pauses before continuing, “It’s about Sunoo, isn’t it?” Y/N stares at Kacey in disbelief, wondering how the hell she found out that she’s been thinking about Sunoo.

“Bitch, don’t give me that stare.” the friend says as she playfully smacks Y/N on the arm, making both girls giggle in the making.

“Well, yeah. It is about him, but it's such a dumb reason.” y/n sighs,

“Spit it out. Stop edging me already.” the impatient girl says as she shakes her friend to say what has been bothering her the whole day.

"Okay, okay, but first, let's go inside the cafe.” Y/N says as she pulls the door towards her, motioning for Kacey to head inside before her.

“Well, thank you. I am very flattered.” Kacey says as a joke, bowing at you as she walks ahead inside the cafe.

“Okay, where were we? OH! Right, so what happened between you and Sunoo?” she claps.

“Did he start replying to you in a dry way?”

“How’d you know????” y/n says, crossing her arms jokingly.

“It’s so fucking obvious just by staring at you, and how you haven’t been spamming on your private account lately, so the only obvious answer to that would be something related to Sunoo,” Kacey utters in one breath without stopping to let the poor girl speak her mind.

“And to add to that you usually start our whole conversation with a “ ‘ So sUNoo sAid thAT MY skY PICture is pretty ‘ “ all giggly and shi-” Kacey retaliates adding more reasons to why she thinks Sunoo would be the reason why you’ve been feeling down. 

“Wai-” 

“Girl, if he’s ignoring you then you should also be doing the same,” Kacey says as she playfully rolls her eyes. “if he’s ghosting you then ghost him as well pookie. Two can play this game.” Kacey scoffs.

“But I feel bad for ghosting him though..” Y/N pouts at the thought of just ignoring the poor boy who doesn’t mean any harm by not replying as much.

“What if his manager found out about us texting and told him not to text me as much??” Y/N says trying to reason out with her best friend.

“Or, he could have your notifications on mute.” Kacey adds.

“Sadgicals, I feel so mean not replying though,” 

“Omg, you need a reality check so badly” Kacey screams in annoyance, as she takes a sip of her strawberry ade.

“If a man ever replies to you that hella dry, it means he’s not interested in you, or you’ve been talking to a random person that's not Sunoo and the boys are just playing along with your delusions.” Kacey speaks out a bit more aggressively making Y/N feel even worse than before.

Kacey then realizes the mistake she made, as she looks at her friend who is as close enough to be her actual sister, and looks even more depressed than she was before.

“Look, I’m sorry for hurting your feelings, but you need to sometimes think more realistically about this situation. I know you trust the boys a lot, but know that sometimes, they could also lie to make you happy.”

“You’re right, I should maybe text him less first to start with,” Y/N says fidgeting with the ring that's on her index finger. 

“Then maybe I’ll forget about me and Sunoo ever-texting from the beginning.”

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[zhonyua]

birthday

neuvillette birthday fic.

context: there is something wrong with everyone today. neuvillette wonders what's happening.

content: my pookie's birthday, he needs some love. spoilers for fontaine archon quest. very small fic.

neuvillette was busy as always. he went to work earlier than normal, since he was in need of some distraction after everything that happened.

he sighed softly, reviewing some documents another time, to make sure they were correctly signed and read.

suddenly, a hurried knock on the door made him look up.

"come in." his voice sounded too loud to his ears, but he tried to ignore that.

a melusine opened the door and peeked at him, taking a deep breath before entering the place and walking - the fastest that her little legs could walk - towards his desk.

"monsieur neuvillette, pardon my intrusion but there's something happening outside!" she looked nervous and that made neuvillette furrow his eyebrows.

"something happening? what do you mean by that, sedene?" he asked the little melusine who cleared her throat and pointed to the door.

"i can't explain by words, you need to see it!" her little hands moved frenetically in front of her.

"alright, please calm down, sedene." neuvillette got up, walking towards the melusine and patting her head with his hands, trying to calm her down.

she rushed to grab his hand and pull him outside of palais mermonia. he seemed even more confused and concerned, following the melusine around.

it was a sunny day, i mean, before neuvillette got worried. now it was more like a cloudy day, the sun being hidden by the clouds.

when they both left palais mermonia, neuvillette's eyes met the traveler and paimon, who were waiting for him with an impatient look on their faces.

"monsieur, finally you're here." the traveler, lumine, hurried to meet him.

"traveler, what seems to be the problem?" neuvillette looked at her with concern in his eyes, before looking around to check his surroundings. everything looked perfectly fine.

"oh, it's terrible! it's horrible!" paimon flew in circles around them, her little hands on her head.

"i'm sorry, monsieur, but you need to see it with your own eyes." lumine said and ran towards the opposite side, paimon flying behind her. neuvillette blinked a few times before following her.

something terrible must have happened. the sky was already changing to a darker color, matching the worries in neuvillette's mind.

when he finally reached lumine, everyone was there. furina, wriothesley, siggewine, navia, clorinde, lumine and paimon. even some melusines too.

before he could even ask what was the matter, everyone shouted at the same time.

"surprise!"

lots of confetti flew in the air, falling on his hair and clothes. his eyes widened. he felt even more confused than before.

"w-what?" it was all that he could say.

"did you really think we would forget about your birthday?" furina laughed, patting his shoulder and smiling brightly.

birthday?

oh right, it was his birthday.

his eyes softened in understanding.

"oh." he whispered, making furina laugh even more.

"oh, poor neuvillette! he really thought something bad had happened!" she covered her mouth while mocking him and lumine shook her head, smiling.

"sorry, monsieur. but we knew that you wouldn't leave palais mermonia unless something really serious had happened." she said, giving a little box to him.

"i couldn't miss your birthday for nothing, so of course i managed to come too!" siggewine said, giving him a gift too.

"happy birthday, neuvillette. fontaine wouldn't be the same without you." wriothesley said, his usually serious face warming up in a small smile.

soon, everyone talked to him, giving him gifts and pats in his shoulder.

the sky was already clean again. the sun shining brightly and happily up there.

neuvillette looked at everyone, his friends, having fun, laughing and talking.

maybe it wasn't so bad to create bonds among mortals. maybe it wasn't so bad to have friends.

a small smile perked up on his lips.

[kquil]

Hi pookie! Here is me feeling so many emotions reading the sixth chapter of DOB. (∩˃ω˂∩)

James’ bold protectiveness over Sirius was heartwarming, he never had anybody stand up for him against his father much like this.

Before that, Sirius made sure to keep Regulus out of trouble, vowing to protect his little brother and avoid trouble for his sake alone.

James’ display was refreshing and touched his heart. And it was what gave Sirius the strength to willingly go with Filch.  

ARE YOU KIDDING ME IM GOING TO CRY.

An eleven year old having to protect his younger brother and not act on his true feelings, purely for the sake of his brother’s safety. He learnt self sacrifice at such a young age. Then, finally meeting someone that stands up for him from the beginning of his first year unabashedly without any doubt—little lion feels safe at Hogwarts (╥﹏╥)

Orion had been even more disgraced but in his own home this time; his wife had ordered their filthy, useless house elf to move all her belongings into a spare bedroom. 

They no longer shared a bed. 

Orion’s dumbfounded, LOL. The absolute disgrace that they no longer share a bed! I think a part of him might like Walburga, because she was/is the “perfect mother” for his offspring. Maybe even grew to love her to some extent or at least grew attached to how things were before her attitude changed; before reader came through. Personally I’d like to see him get fooled by the reader “doting” on him and leaving him in the dust. That’s the least he can pay for the harm he has caused to literal children. 

Reader do your thing ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ

But he should have listened to his wife.

I giggled so hard. He’s such a man child and not even adorable. Just a horrible man. At least Sirius grows up to be an adorable man child. (he’s more annoying than his father) (At least he’s cute)

“I hope that your boy has had the time to eat his breakfast as well,” Orion looks at the headmaster, stopping his impatient foot tapping when he notices the mysterious gleam in the elderly wizard’s eyes, “we wouldn’t want him going to class with an empty stomach,” 

Dumbledore is a menace and I will always stand by it!!!!

This is your new life’s mission now. 

I don’t think the boys would want to be like their father either. The horror on Regulus’ face in some years when he realizes that Sirius is a man-child just like their father and his mum is doting on him. On Sirius, the man-child! Oh the horror! 

Regulus is a man-child too. (he denies it vehemently)

“Darling, who are we to get in the way of your father’s demands? He was ever so insistent,” an amused giggle passes between the two of you and Regulus is finally able to relax a bit. He makes a mental note to write about your uncharacteristic mischief to Sirius in an upcoming letter.

I love imagining myself as the reader because I am incredibly cheeky. Can’t wait to see Sirius’ reaction on his mum’s cheekiness. I think we can clearly see where all that mischief comes from hehe. James Potter is going to serenade reader for passing on her mischief to Sirius one day. I’m pretty sure one of the little maruraders, especially Remus will end up harboring a crush on reader. Peter would get flustered and James would love how she dotes on all of them as her own.

“This goes beyond mere education, professor,” you look into her eyes and are met with agreement, “Surely, you can agree that the matter is useless kicking up such a fuss over and that my husband is entirely wrong. In this matter, I am right in saying he is being an idiot by publicly throwing a tantrum,” you tut in displeasure, “The humiliation of it all is almost unbearable,” at your side, you hear Regulus choke on his laughter and crack a smile, giving his small hand a light squeeze. Finally, McGonagall allows a smirk to stretch across her lips but before she can make any comment of agreement, you’ve already reached the gargoyle entrance to the Headmaster’s office.  

Regulus is adorable. McGonagall is so cheeky. I love how bold and open the reader is in expressing her disdain.

McGonagall never expected you to be so warm and pleasant —it’s easy to misjudge the character of a person simply from third-party accounts and retellings. She’ll have to rethink her own prejudices and biases moving forward.  

Something we all must do. Always introspect and self reflect!!!

“I told you so,” you voice blankly and with an unamused face to match.

Reader is a menace to Orion and I serenade her.

Me when reader puts Orion in his place:

( ∩´͈ ᐜ `͈∩) ( ๑ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و ♡ ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

“Touch my son again, and you’ll be falling from the tower without your wand, Orion,” you threaten through clenched teeth of your own as the man stares at you in wide-eyed shock, his expression reflected onto the Headmaster. 

Thank you, my beloved Kquil for writing this masterpiece of a paragraph. I shall always remember the hand that dared to slap Orion Black. 

Regulus immediately begins to calm down and smiles to himself at the warm feeling of protection surrounding him. 

baby (｡Ó﹏Ò｡)

-turning away from your staggering husband and the amused headmaster, you look at Sirius with pride. Leaning over Regulus to press a kiss onto his older brother’s forehead he’s able to hear your tender whisper of pride, “I’m so proud of you, darling,”

I love how she got the chance to praise him in person within just a few days. Kind of a blessing in disguise.

“A dream come true, it’s just that.” you laugh again, “I still can’t believe it — you’re my son,” Sirius smiles as you cup his cherubic face with your gentle, loving hands. He’s stuck between jumping for joy and doing a happy dance but settles for shyly avoiding your gaze and smiling down at your wrists, where he witnesses your thumbs lovingly caressing his cheekbones in his periphery. 

You’re making me tear up over my fictional children finally receiving the love and affection they always deserved.

“Of course, you’ll get a pin too, baby,” you seal the promise by pressing a kiss to the back of Regulus’ head, who spins around to face you so quickly, you fear he might have gotten whiplash but the smile on his face was enough assurance. 

“Really, Mother?”

“Really really,”

I’m crying.

Behind him, Regulus appears at your side, walking at a more leisurely pace. You and his little brother take a moment to lock eyes with him from the great hall entrance. Both of you smile and give him a small wave, leaving unhurriedly when he returns the gesture. But not before you blow him a kiss with a devious smile on your lips. 

hehehehe, I would definitely embarrass the hell out of my child. These little moments make me smile so hard, my jaw hurts!

“She’s pretty,” James comments, almost gushing as Remus nods along demurely, blushing down into his morning tea.

Very demure, very mindful. (Sorry had to say that! hahaha tiktok brainrot)

Damocles incessantly shakes his head, his lips pressed into a thin line as his knuckles turn white from how hard he’s gripping his shop’s door handle, “my dearest Ruth is my top priority right now and she’s terribly sick at the moment, please — I’m sure this can wait!” with that, he slams the door shut, causing you and Regulus to flinch at the harsh sound.

Could it be that Ruth is a werewolf… Σ(°ロ°)

“Madam Black,” Filgus smiles at you, content with your polite, formal greeting. He smiles at Regulus too, who mirrors the goblin greeting at your side, “How may I help you?” he smirks beneath his long and pointed nose. Past the reflections of his monocle, you catch a faint gleam in his eyes, though you can’t comprehend exactly what emotion stands behind it. Was it excitement? Curiosity? Something else entirely, perhaps… “Will you be requesting another commission for our services?” you smile, finally understanding the look in his black, black eyes. 

The first time you had come to him for commission request, he had been surprised and you suppose he had been able to conceal his delight well but now his disappointment was more obvious. It made you want to giggle but you didn’t want to accidentally offend him or any of the other goblins nearby so you kept your amusement to yourself. 

At least I can giggle to myself ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) 

“Y-you’re going to disown me and Sirius…“ he sobs before throwing himself at your lap and crying into your skirt, “Please don’t disown us, we’ll be good, I promise!” you couldn’t take hearing his tearful cries any longer and you scoop him up again so you could hug him tightly as he wraps his arms over your shoulders to sob into your neck, his legs wrapping around your waist. 

Poor baby, I hope him and Sirius can heal from the trauma caused by Orion and Walburga. I love how he still attached himself to the reader, shows how subconsciously he knows she is his safe space.

Ruth looks at her husband’s thoughtful countenance. She feels such guilt for burdening him with her condition but she doesn’t regret marrying him and promising to share the rest of her life with the kind man. Damocles makes the effort to always support her and assure her that he loves her regardless of her condition and affiliated insecurities. He loves her for her smile, her beautiful eyes, her delicious cooking, her kind heart, her precious love of books, her talent for embroidery, her loving words and the fact that he feels whole with her. The moment he said his vows and uttered the words ‘I do’, he had pledged to take care of her wholeheartedly and he intends to keep that promise, in the same fashion she does.    

“Sweetheart…” Ruth pleads with her eyes, staring up at her husband as tears well up in their eyes. They don’t know your full intentions but they’re willing to do whatever it takes. 

‘I want to take care of her,’

‘I want to be good to him’

“…alright, it’s a deal,”

These two are so special to me now. I’m so glad Reader is going to fund them and help both Ruth and Remus along the way (and many others!). Hopefully this time around with reader, the potion is created sooner than expected.

“Mistress! Mistress!” Kreacher appears out of thin air, tugging anxiously at his ears with eyes as wide as saucers. The panic in his watery gaze sets your own heart racing with apprehension. You already know what may be happening.

“Where is Regulus?”

“The vault, Mistress! The vault!”

My heart broke. THIS IS NOT OKAY. And poor Kreacher :( 

 You had nothing to be sorry for. It wasn’t your fault. Regulus was frightened and shaken up by his father’s aggressive and malicious expression of contempt, you had done nothing. Regulus would willingly go through that all over again if it meant his father didn’t get to touch Sirius. For the longest time, Sirius had been his only protector and now he has you too. He can bear anything if it means keeping his older brother safe the same way he kept Regulus safe before you came to protect both of them. For the longest time, it felt as if they were the only two people who truly understood each other — it still largely feels that way — and that they were the only ones who knew how to protect each other properly. But that wasn’t the case anymore because they have you now. Beautiful, amazing, motherly you. 

You capture an abusive home so well. It seems weird to compliment it, but you truly capture how much an abusive home impacts one’s life. How the children have to become adults for each other.

‘Enjoy the explosive diarrhoea you disgusting prick’

NO WAY HAHAHAHAAHAHAHA

‘Your sickening plans for that pin were too much of a distraction!’Walburga excuses as you keep quiet. If you interrupt her ramblings, you won’t be able to pick up on the reasoning behind her actions. It’s best to let her get ahead of herself, the fool, ‘Typical for a soft-hearted, feeble muggle like you! Celebrating such a dishonourable sorting ceremony result! It’s simply humiliating! Rather than that revolting pin, I sent that no good son of mine a howler the day after his sorting. Useless child! He’s no Black, he’s a no-good, mud-blood-loving, blood-traitor who likes to engage with half-breeds and is an utter disgrace to his family! Associating himself with that ‘light’ Potter family, engaging with filthy mudbloods and blood traitors — dirty! The lot of them! Regulus is my only good child, if only he hadn’t gotten himself killed trying to leave the organisation, he would have been my perfect son!’

‘H— How do you know that?…and how do you know about his ‘half-breed’ friend you vile piece of shit?’ as always, her disgusting attitude makes your blood boil on Remus’ and Ruth’s behalf. How dare she act so high and mighty when she’s the most unpleasant person to ever exist? She doesn’t answer your question, instead, she becomes eerily quiet once more. Scoffing at her cowardly departure from the conversation, you make an urgent annotation in your notebook. Hopefully, this will lead to some answers. 

‘Investigate the first room you woke up in’

Oh, OH. This is getting interesting. You’re keeping us all on our toes by leaving us on cliffhangers, Kquil. I see you.

I went through a rollercoaster of emotions, you have outdone yourself once again! I am so glad I stumbled upon your series and decided to read it, this is truly one of the best things that I discoverers in 2024. I hope you’ve been doing well 🩷 I shall respond to your reply to my precious message now.

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OH....MY.... GOOODNESSSSSS! DARLING! my jaw dropped to the floor when i saw your monstrous (in a good way) ask in my inbox, i wanted to reply right away but i had some personal things happening but i am here now! let me go through that rollar coaster with you (๑˃́ꇴ˂̀๑)

oh my goodness, yes! that's my personal headcanon for sirius and regulus' relationship pre-hogwarts and pre-regulus being sorted into Slytherin. it was kind of inspired by my older brother and his subtle protectiveness over me when we were younger, even though we'd still get into petty fights lol (siblings stuff y'know?) -- but yeah... pretty tragic for our darling babies, they deserve better but sirius finally has his second home now! with the lions! wooooo!

mmmm~ i like what you're saying about orion and his relationship with the previous, original walburga, very interesting and it makes perfect sense, in the twisted way that his and OG walburga thinking go. haha! but that's so true, he'd get such whiplash from the switch-up though, i think our reader will make it sting a little more (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵) also orion is the ultimate man child, i bet he still wears diapers-- actually, he should probably start wearing diapers after this chapter (๑˃́ꇴ˂̀๑) 

i don't like dumbledore very much for what he did to harry but i loved writing him deviously in this chapter hehe~ ( ≧ᗜ≦)

and no, the boys definitely don't want to be like orion, his actions have already really hurt them and when they have reader to compare him to, it's obvious who the bad person is -- our babies are much smarter than him too, they know better!

haha! of course, you're a cheeky menace (๑˃́ꇴ˂̀๑) but i bet you look adorable scheming so hardly anybody stays mad at you for long haha! and oof! no spoiler but i can guarantee that reader will have a profound effect on the marauders as well as maybe some of sirius and regulus' other classmates too (⸝⸝> ᴗ•⸝⸝) -- and you're definitely on the right track, my darling <3

ugh i love writing regulus being an absolute cutie-pie and I've been so excited to write about mcgonagall, you won't believe how happy i was when i could finally write for her! more of them and plenty of other characters are still yet to come too! and yes! i'm going to try my best to have something to learn from each character.

'always introspect and self reflect' yes ma'am! i couldn't have said it better myself!

oh yeah, it's so satisfying to write about reader bringing justice for our babies onto orion, it's all very well deserved so i'm more than happy to deliver on that ৻(  •̀ ᗜ •́  ৻)

it was really important to me that reader got to have that moment with sirius in person and regulus too (੭ ˊ^ˋ)੭ ♡ so im really happy you agree. and, of course, i have to make sure reader gets every opportunity to embarrass siri (๑˃́ꇴ˂̀๑)

awww~ you're not the only one crying, my darling; i'm there with you, writing this series gets me so emotional (っ˃̣̣̥ -˂̣̣̥ς) that finaly scene with regulus especially! thank you so much for saying so, i will definitely take that as a compliment haha! i do my best to write those types of scenes and interactions with as much care as possible, sometimes they're the ones that are the hardest to write so thank you my love <3

also i'm so so so happy you're enjoying Damocles and Ruth, they're my favourite, most fleshed out semi-OC and OC, i'm going to take as much good care of them as i will our favourite marauder babies

cliffhangers are my favourite thing, don't you know? haha! yes yes, things are only just beginning, more is yet to come! hehe~ ( • ̀ω•́ )✧ thank you for taking the time and effort to write me your thoughts, that's also so much high praise, i can't stop smiling. this series has really become something so special and it's all thanks to the loveliest darlings in the world and by that, i mean you, mwah! ( ˶˘ ³˘(ˊᗜˋ*)!♡