#well at least my cat just came to me and lay down right next to my head. so I've got to cuddle him for a while now

[running-in-the-dark]

so I took my meds again last night, and then slept for about 15 hours. it's midnight now, I haven't been awake that long yet. I'm super tired still but mostly I just feel so empty. I wish there was something I wanted to do right now.

[voidcat]

– [16:52]

characters: togame jo, you

notes: use of nicknames (was gonna be pet names too, but oh well for another fic mayhaps) girl help i was possessed idk where this came from. Anywyas enjoy ;w;

Slight vibrations accompanied by a little mew, you scratch the cheeks of the cat by your side, keeping your other arm extremely still.

The cat seems content but a little too energetic to sleep just yet. “Come on now, just rest.” You try to convince the furry fellow, giving ear scratches with your rhythm decreasing to lull it to sleep.

Not the wisest place to lie with a cat on your chest; streets are one thing but Shishitoren territory is on another level by itself.

Lucky for you, this is one of the streets their members rarely walk upon— that, or they’ve just decided to leave you alone for now, embarrassment still fueling hot in the blood of novices and some wayward punks.

“I just want you to use me as a pillow.” You almost wail at the cat with a pout, the cat not caring in the slightest as to what you want, purring and playing with your fingers.

“Is the offer on the table for others?”

A voice from afar breaks the peaceful space you and the cat had crafted, footsteps beginning to make themselves heard, drawing near with each step.

“Because if the little guy won’t, I’d like to take up on it.” The owner of the voice concludes, stopping several steps away from you.

The cat jumps off of you in an instant, bothered by the sudden raise of noise, disappearing into a narrow alley as all you can do is to sit there and watch them go away.

The lack of warmth quickly takes over your body, and you still remain in the same position, same spot. You don’t need to raise your head to be met with Togame Jo’s smug face, his grin already loud in the words he spoke.

“No can do.” You let the sweetness of your tone to drop, mourning the loss of the cat and your limited amount of solitude in the process.

“Come now.” He singsongs with open arms, still keeping his distance. “Gonna turn away a stray just like that?”

He sounds amused if anything, all the more annoying— “last I checked, you weren’t a cat Togame.” You say his name slower, emphasising on it.

The arms drop and he rests one to his hip, leaning his body weight on one foot as well. The use of his name works as you hoped, even just the slightest tinge of annoyance blooming works just fine.

“Back to the pleasantries, I see.” With the last of his word, he resumes his walk toward you.

“And what could I have…” *clink clank* his sandals echo in the air, “possibly done…” *clank* the sandals come to a stop, a curtain of shade cast over you, you can tell he is standing right next to where you lay, “to have upset my doctor dearest now?”

He speaks the words like honey as he crouches down, arms resting on the surface next to you, brushing against your skin, he tilts his head to the side and with each exhale, you can feel his breath tickling your skin.

The nickname does not help once bit. He always makes it a point to remind you of your embarrassment when you’re least expecting.

So what if you were a little naive back then! Unaware just how often and intense the lot of them would fight… if it’s a crime to be concerned at the sight of a human you saw as acquaintances covered in blood and bruises, getting worried and rushing to his side for first aid— sure you’re guilty as charged, take them in officer! put on the handcuffs and lock them away while you’re at it!

“Let me think…” you hum, bringing a finger to your lips to fake thinking. Your arm aches for being still for so long but you try to hide it away.

“Disturbing the peace of citizens, getting in the way of a potential sick animal’s rescue, asking people to use them as body pillows, initiating physical contact with people unprompted… I think the list goes on, don’t you think?” You turn your head to face him as you finish.

He stands close, too close, if you were to lean forward just an inch, your noses would brush already. And worse of all, he looks more smug than anything, just staring into your eyes, uncaring of the empty look you are careying

“An interesting list of accusations.” Togame speaks up after holding your gaze long enough for both of you to grow bored. “But mostly baseless, should I add.”

You raise an eyebrow in return, bringing both your hands by your chest to clasp them.

“The cat part can be handled any time,” he says as his eyes go up, as if thinking on ways to capture the cat later on, “but someone respectable such as you, doctor dearest, shouldn’t go around, spreading rumors now.” He says as his eyes find yours again.

“And last I checked, the physical contact wasn’t unprompted.” The grin returns to his face, with each word, he goes down a volume.

The grin grows bigger and bigger, the same unnerving one on the opposite sides fear, and the same one he loves to use when he feels like he has the upper hand on you. “You enjoyed it, in fact.”

And with the drop of the ball, he waits for your response, only receiving an eye roll in return, then one hand raising from where it lay to flick him off on the forehead.

The same empty mask is nowhere on your face— too many emotions in fact, all boiling, fighting to retort, say something back, bark or shut him off. But it’s an endless battle like that, only ending with one side speechless. And if anything to come by, you know when to admit defeat.

Like now, as unfortunate as it is.

Togame is the first to break the scenery after some time passes, the sky beginning change its colors. Getting up and stretching his arms, he opens his eyes to steal a glance at the sky.

“Heard it may rain today. Dont want a repeat of last time now, do we?” He says as an invitation. Reaching out his arm to you, bent by the elbow, he watches as you repeat after him, get up, stretch your arms and get off the platform you were sitting.

With a sigh, you link your arm to his and immediately pull him to your side with little force.

“Well then Mr. Stray, lead the way.”

[milliesfishes]

⋆౨ৎcoriolanus watches a horror movie with you⋆౨ৎ fem reader x coriolanus snow (modern au)

Settling down on the couch beside you, Coriolanus settled an arm around your shoulders, his eyebrows raised in skepticism. "Are you sure you'll make it through this?"

You frowned, even though his question was valid. Famously, you hadn't been able to watch a horror movie all the way. At least, not without ducking under blankets, or excusing yourself to the next room to calm your pounding heart. It was an arduous process you attempted every year when fall called around the corner and sent sparks shaped like pumpkins and black cats into your heart.

"I can do it!" you insisted, sitting up straight. "I made it through half of one last year."

"Your face was right here the whole time," he said dryly, gesturing to his chest. You gave him an indignant look, eyes wide with mock-sorrow. Just as you knew it would, Coriolanus' face softened, disarmed by you as he always was. "Fine. But if you get scared I'm not cuddling."

Raising your eyebrows in satisfaction, you leaned back, folding your arms and settling into your spot on the couch. Your boyfriend pressed play, casting another judgmental look at you before focusing on the screen.

The first half was more than fine. Once you hit the hour mark you lifted your chin triumphantly. That would show him. When you turned to tell him he was already looking at you, bluest of eyes piercing you and carving windows into your soul as they always did. "Well, well."

"See? I can do it!" you smiled, poking his arm. Coriolanus allowed a tiny smile to slip through much to your pleasure. He was famously a stoic man, not one to let too much emotion creep into his features. But you were his weakness, and he let traces of his love for you slip through the cracks.

Adjusting his arm around you, he simply said, "The movie's not over yet."

"Hmph." You turned back at the scene in front of you- a girl confessing falsely to the murders that had taken place in the opening part. He was looking at you- it was glaringly obvious. You were sure he'd watched more of your reaction than the show itself. But you didn't spare a glance, determinedly keeping your focus on the movie.

Any resolve you had crumbled when there was a jump scare in the climax. Letting out a little yelp, you dove into Coriolanus' chest, squeezing your eyes shut and trying to ignore your heart knocking against your ribcage. The chuckle he let out vibrated your body like a low hum. "Oh, sweetheart." A hand came up to your hair, petting it gently. "Want me to turn it off?"

"Uhuh." Your mumble was muffled against him, and one of his arms settled around you as the television clicked into black. He rested his cheek against your head, and you snuggled close, whimpering softly. "Thought you weren't gonna cuddle."

"Changed my mind," Coriolanus said smoothly, kissing your hair. The sentence was so casual that it made you laugh, and you swore his lips turned up against your scalp.

Your body slowly began to relax as he held you, bringing you down from any movie-caused anxieties that may have entered. When he began to rock your body back and forth you smiled, pressing a kiss to his chest where your head lay. His presence was like that for you- calming and steady.

Relaxed at last, you lifted your head, smiling up at him and tilting your chin up. A slight grin escaped the mask, and he recognized what you wanted, leaning down and pecking your lips.

Burrowing into his arms, you nuzzled your head against his chest and listened to his heartbeat- the sweetest music you could imagine. "Did that count?"

"Hmm," he hummed, rubbing your back gently. "Well, we didn't finish the movie, so no." When you frowned, looking up at him, he let a breathy laugh escape, kissing your brow. "It's okay, sweetheart. There's always next year."

tagging @kellielovesmovies because <3

[lyfeofbilly]

Tyrant

warnings: smut, smut, smut! (minors do not interact!)

summary: infidelity had snaked its way into your crumbling marriage. another night with your favorite mistake couldn’t hurt…..right?

author's note: my first time writing smut, so pleaseee bare with me. this is soooo fucking trifling i know, lmao. to them anons, this for yall.

taglist:@koffeesfancy @bubbleblowinggirl @pvnks0ul @solanaszn @onyxstones-world @blacksapphhicmaddonna

Rianna smirked at her phone as she read your text.

You up?

It had been weeks since you last seen her. The clock read 3:15 AM and you were craving her. Your body aching just to feel her touch again, the mere thought of it making your skin grow hot. Ever since you first got a taste of her you’ve been hooked. Her kisses were laced with a drug that you could not get enough of.

You never wanted it to go this far, to be in so deep. You loved your family- well your children. You and your wife have been on a rocky road for years now, "We're just in it for the kids." y'all would say. The both of you knew that excuse was bullshit. It caused more harm than good and your kids noticed. The resentful arguments, passive aggressiveness, and cursing matches were something that you wished your children would not have had to witness.

Your wife sent the kids to her mother's house while she disappeared to Lord knows where. You stayed home under the guise of having to work early mornings for the rest of the week. It was all just an excuse to have her. Your need for intimacy overtook the guilt you would normally feel in this situation.

You were sprawled across the bed, awaiting a response from Rianna. An hour had flown by since you sent your initial message. She wouldn't deny you and you knew that, she just loved playing the cat and mouse game. The excitement and sneakiness of it all ignited a fire deep within her. The three dots eventually turned into a text, causing your phone to ding.

The Mrs gone tonight?

Your eyes rolled at her text. The pettiness that woman possessed was something that needed to be studied. Her slick remarks and snide comments were something you hated yet loved about her. Another text came across your screen shortly after.

Leave the door open for me baby, I'll be there soon ;)

That sentence alone caused an ache between your legs. The power that she had on you was something else.

A sly smirk was plastered across Rianna's face as she tiptoed through the front door, softly shutting it behind her. Pictures of you and your family were displayed all around the living room. The image of you and your wife engulfed in a kiss is what caught her eye the most. The two of you looked young, happy, so in love. The frame had your anniversary date engraved on the bottom. It made Rianna sick, she wondered when exactly did your marriage turn sour. What was the straw that broke the camels back?

Rianna sighed and shrugged her shoulders as she placed the picture face down, "Fun while it lasted."

You nor Rianna would have ever thought things would get as deep as they were. Your relationship was innocent, at least that's what you thought, at first. You tried to play the flirting off as being friendly for your conscience's sake. The seductive stares, unnecessary touching of each other, playing footsy under the table, the list goes on. Cheating had never crossed your mind, no matter how bad things had got, but when you found yourself face down in the back of Rianna's car after a night of drinks all of that flew out of the window.

Truth is, Rianna wanted more. More from you, to be more than a late night endeavour, to be more than the other woman. She was more jealous than she would like to admit. The thought of you even laying next to your wife made her seethe with anger.

She continued throughout the house, strutting down the hallway, and finally through your bedroom door. When she entered, there sat you on the edge of the bed, body bare and exposed, anticipating her arrival. One thing that Rianna loved about you was your obedience. Your habit of doing anything that she asked and melt at her words boosted her ego by a thousand percent.

Your bottom lip trapped between your teeth, chest heaving up and down, eyes glued to her. A sight that Rianna loved to see, you so eager and ready for her. She slowly made her way over to you, taking your chin into her palm, her grip was anything but gentle, forcing your face up towards her.

"Three weeks and I don't hear from you?" She growled as her eyes burned holes into you. You would be lying if you said it didn't turn you on tremendously, "What kinda shit is that?"

A whimper left your throat as her hand travelled down to your neck, squeezing the sides of it. Your hips rolled against the comforter underneath you, your clit was throbbing, begging for the tiniest bit of friction.

Her head dipped to your neck, breath hot against your skin, "Missed my touch that much, baby?"

You so desperately wanted it, you needed it. Having her was the only thing that would calm the excitement between your thighs. Her touch alone pushed you more and more over the edge. The spot where you sat became drenched in your arousal.

Her lips began to attack your neck hungrily, and they felt amazing. She nibbled and sucked, sure to leave marks by the next day. Her free hand roamed your body before it grazed the inside of your leg. She drew circles agonizingly slow. Her fingers wandered up, running between your soaked folds. She strategically avoided your clit, wanting to push you to the edge, and boy was she succeeding, "You so damn needy, I ain't even fucked you yet."

With that she suck two fingers into you, causing you to let out a cry, "i nee-fuck!" You threw your head back into the pillows behind you, tears beginning to form in your eyes.

Your slick made it easy for her to open you up. She scissored her digits into you with precision, a loud sloshing sound filled the room, your juices drenching her hand. Her eyes met your half closed ones, "Hm? what you needed baby?"

She watched you struggle underneath her, your legs shaking and face contorted into one of pure ecstasy. She knew you were close, "Tell me what you need mama." You were at your peak, your walls clenched around her digits. A strained cry leaving your throat with every thrust she did.

A wave of dissatisfaction hit you when she snatched her fingers from your center. "P-Please baby i was so close." You whined.

Rianna took her silky fingers and ran them across your lips before sticking them in your mouth. Drool ran down the valley of your breasts as you sucked your juices off of them. She grinned before pushing them farther down your throat, causing you to gag, "Imma give you what you need baby, I promise."

She removed herself from you and stripped, revealing a scarlet red lingerie set that hugged her toned body. The arousal between her thighs dampened the middle of the thong she wore, strings of wetness connected it to her aching pussy as she dropped them to her ankles. She lay her self on the bed legs wide open so you could see all of her, and God was it a sigh to see. Your eyes were her stuck to her, mesmerized by the sight that lay before you.

You crawled towards her, hair falling and framing your face. In this moment you would do anything she told you, entranced in a spell of hers. You dipped your head into her sex, tongue swirling around her clit ever so slowly. her taste possessed you, you would stay down there all day if you could. you moaned as you sucked her throbbing bud, the vibration sending Rianna into a frenzy. She took your locs in a fistful and stuffed your face deeper into her, rocked her hips into you.

"You mm- you like this shit dont you?" her breasts bounced up and down, a layer of sweat starting to form on her skin. Her bottom lip was trapped in between her teeth, eyes locked onto you. Rianna loved watching you underneath her, seeing you please her drove her crazy, "You l-love getting your face fucked d-don't you?"

The grip on your hair got tighter as you continued to coax out her orgasm, "Eating it so g-good f'me baby. "The rocking of her hips became spasmodic as her thighs began to clench around your head, "Shi-shit, oh fuck!"

Her body stilled and her legs shook as she stopped to catch her breath. She pushed your head away and walked over to the bag that she brought. A few moments later she came back with her strap attached to her waist.

"You know how i want you."

You happily obliged as you got on all fours, arching your back so she could have access to all of you. Arousal dripped from your aching pussy down to the sheets. Your body shuddered in anticipation, waiting for her to fuck you silly. She rubbed the tip against your bundle of nerves, resulting in a gasp. Rianna was such a tease. She wanted to make you squirm and whine before she fucked you, needing to see how your body reacted to her.

"S-shit! ri p-please!"

A low chuckle left her, "please what? tell me what you want baby."

She was being mean and she knew it. A smack came down hard on your ass, and another right after. When it came to sex Rianna got off on hearing you beg, she wanted you to tell her everything you desired from her. Silence was never an option when it came to being intimate with her.

“Wa-want you to- ah fuck!”

Rianna teased your entrance with the tip of the dildo, slamming it in seconds after. You could’ve swore you saw stars. She was stretching you immensely, and you loved every second of it. A low chuckle left Rianna's lips, one of satisfaction. She began to push deeper inside you, massaging your gooey walls, hitting your spot just right.

“S-shit ri!” The covers underneath you began to tangle in between your fingers, “J-just like that!”

She gripped both of your forearms, pulling you back up towards her. Your head rested in the crook of her neck as she pecked wet kisses along your jawline.

“Doing so good f’me baby." she rasped in your ear.

Rianna's speed was killing you. She made your pelvises kissed with every thrust that she did.

"F-fuck ri baby please!" Your pleads held no weight with her. She had you right where she wanted.

"You look so fucking pretty when you beg."

the coil in your stomach was threatening to snap. The speed nor force of her drilling never let up.

Your orgasm was creeping up on you and Rianna could tell. Your breath hitched as you clenched around her, "Im about to f-fucking come!"

"Let that shit out," The sound of your bodies slapping against one another filled the room. "Tell me, that bitch fuck you this good?"

It felt like all the air had been knocked out of your chest. Between the pounding you were receiving and that question, you forgot how to breathe. Dirty talk wasn't new to you and Rianna, you fucking loved it. She knew exactly what to say to make your fountain run over. You and your wife's sex life wasn't an exciting one to say the least. It felt like a monotonous chore.

You shuddered against her, "Mmph- fuck!"

"I asked you a question." One hand snaked down your front and swirled your swollen bud in between her fingers, "She fuck you like this baby? She make that pussy feel good like i do?"

You hated to admit it, but your wife had nothing on RIanna, nothing at all. "Fuck n-no! She don't m-make me feel like you do baby!"

Tears ran down your cheeks as your orgasm washed over you, the coil in your stomach finally snapping. After a few more thrusts she pulled out of you, caressing your back as you came down from your high.

Steam filled the bedroom as the bathroom door swung open, out came you in a towel that clung to your dripping body. Rianna lay sprawled out on the bed, typing on her phone. You two knew the drill, she had to be out by noon.

"Alright Ri.....you already know how this go."

She cut her eyes at you and sighed, irritation beginning to rise. She pretended like she didn't hear you, initially ignoring you. The typing on her phone becoming more aggressive.

11:15 came and she still made no attempt to get dressed and out of your home. She did this every time, wanting to get you back in bed again and not worry about the responsibilities you had to face after your rendezvous.

"Rianna, seriously get dressed."

A groan left her mouth as she tossed her phone on the side of her, "This shit again? When you gone leave her? Ain't like y'all a couple anyway."

"Excuse me?"

She stepped toward you, her being short in stature didn't affect the intimidation that you felt in the moment.

"Don't give me that shit. Y'all don't even sleep in the same bed, and you want me to be gone before she get here? What type of shit is that!"

She was right. You and your wife haven't shared the same bed in months, let alone even touched each other.

"That's my wife rianna!"

She scoffed, "Yea a lousy one. That bitch can't do half the shit I do for you, yet you still fucking stay."

You threw her shirt and pants at her, "Get fucking dressed. You were supposed to been gon-"

The bedroom door swung open, a loud slam following behind it as it hit the wall. There stood your wife, arms crossed and face red with anger.

"Fuck!"

[brooooswriting]

Hi!! I love your writing, so how about prompt 9 and 16 with Nat?

9. “Don’t panic, but I think there’s someone in our house”

16. “Don’t touch me! GET OFF”

A/n: my first prompt writing, let me know what you think :)

You were laying in bed with your head on your girlfriends pillow and your guys cat curled up to you. Natasha was on a mission for the last two weeks and there were one and a half more to come. You hated it when she was gone, especially since you guys moved into such a secluded house, it felt extremely lonely there. But you loved the fact that your girlfriend was saving the world so you never said anything. It was around 2 a.m. now and you just couldn’t fall asleep, you tossed and turned around until Liho came and lays down next to you.

You were about to doze off when you heard a crack making you jump awake again. It was loud enough to be on the inside and you were 100% sure that you closed all the windows which meant that it couldn’t have been the wind. Another sound was heard from the first floor making you jump again before turning to the cat. “Don’t panic, but I think there’s somebody in our house” you mumbled to the blob of black fur next to you but only received a purring as a reply. “Great to hear that you’re also concerned” you rolled your eyes before standing up to investigate where the sound was coming from.

With your phone in hand you waddled downstairs, turning every light on that you had passed. Your phone was on call mode, Natasha contact already open, just in case. It was kinda funny to you how your first instinct was always calling her, not the police or Tony, who lived like 8 minutes away when he flew with his suit and was currently home. No, it was her because you only felt save when she was there.

You looked around and went through almost all the rooms but there was nobody. “Well, I guess it was my imagination then. Right?” You whispered to yourself. You decided to drink some water while you were already in the kitchen. With your back towards the door you looked outside the window, watching how the wind blew through the trees and a sense of calmness overtook you.

At least until you felt an arm around your waist. You immediately let go of the glass and yelped as you started to hit around yourself. “Don’t touch me! GET OFF” you screamed once you felt yourself being turned around. Terrible scenarios building in your mind as you cried out for them to let you go. As soon as you were turned the grip on you disappeared and you felt the person take a step back.

“It’s alright, it’s okay. It’s just me love” The moment you heard the voice you calmed down, taking a moment to breath before doing anything. It was the moment you also noticed that you had tears streaming down your face. She repeatedly mumbled reassuring phrases until you started to talk.

“You asshole! I thought somebody was going to kill me” you whisper screamed at her, hitting her with the kitchen towel that was behind you. She couldn’t help but giggle as you kept on hitting her with the fabric.

“Im sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you that bad. But it was kinda funny” she grinned and hugged you tightly, her hand rubbing your back while yours wrapped around your neck.

“Why are you here already?” You asked into her neck, your hand playing with the back of her shirt.

“What? Not enough time to hide your side chick?” She laughed as she squeezed your waist, making clear that she was joking. “We found the suspect sooner and I couldn’t wait to come home. Steve snores like 10 men” you giggled before placing a kiss on her neck.

“I’m happy you’re back, I really am but I’m so tired” you sighed and placed the side of your head on her shoulder. The next thing you let out was a yelp as your girlfriend picked you up and carried you up the stairs and placed you on the bed. “Thank you” you mumbled with a small smile as you went under the blanket.

You watched as the redhead greeted the cat before changing into some sleepwear. “Now move over, I gotta cuddle my girl. You’ve had her for the last two weeks” she said to Liho and poked his belly making him stand up and lay on your other side. “Thank you very much” you couldn’t help but laugh at their antics.

“I’m so happy you’re back” you whispered as you nearly laid on top of her.

“I’m happy to be back too” she placed a couple of kisses on your lips as her hand rubbed your bare back. You chased after her lips making her smile but keep kissing you nonetheless.

“I love you, but if you ever scare me like that again you’re sleeping on the couch”

“Yes ma’am”

“Good, now give a kiss and then cuddle me”

“Yes ma’am” you kissed again before you turned to your side so she could spoon you.

“I love you too by the way” she kissed the back of your neck before turning off the light to let you sleep.

[flowery-mess]

Midnights of October🍁🧡🎃

October 31st

Trick or treating with kids and celebrating Noah's birthday

warnings: Noah pictured as a dad, not edited lol

taglist: @concreteangel92 @sorrowsofsilence @lma1986 @stardustsirenmelody @dream-machine-love @mrsnoahsebastian (let me know if you want to be tagged or deleted!😊)

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Modnights of October masterlist

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„I’ll do my best Y/N.“ Nick said through the phone.

„Thank you, just let me know when he leaves your place.“

Milo and Thea asked you to do birthday surprise for Noah’s birthday and how could you say no to them. So you asked Nick and the boys to keep Noah entertained for the whole day on October 30th, so you and the kids can make cake and wrap presents for him.

“Mom how old is dad?” Thea asked you while you put her on the kitchen desk.

“He’ll be 29 tomorrow.”

“Wow he’s old.” You chuckled at that reaction.

“So, we’re making chocolate cake with number 29 on top made with strawberries, right?” you summoned the plan to your little helpers who nodded their heads at you.

“Remember it’s surprise Thea, you can’t tell dad.” Milo reminded Thea in the most ‘older brother’ way you could imagine. As an answer, Thea locked her mouth with imaginary key and then threw it away.

Thea was interested in the cake baking for whole 5 minutes, after that she occasionally came to steal strawberry or chocolate chip.

Milo was really helpful with mixing the ingredients and then decorating the cake. Thea then came with an idea to stick pictures of things Noah likes in the cake, so you had to print out a picture of Skye from Paw patrol (Thea made him say he likes her), you printed picture of Milo and Thea and then Milo said you should also print a picture of you, because Noah loves you.

When you were done you hid the cake in the storage fridge and went to clean the kitchen so Noah can’t see any evidence of chocolate.

“Cake done.” You said and ticked it off your paper. “Now let’s wrap presents for daddy.”

“Mom can I give daddy this plushie?” Thea asked you with the plush dinosaur in her hands. Mind you it’s not even hers, it’s Milo’s. She’s a literal threenager with her attitude of ‘I don’t give a shit’.

“That’s mine!” Milo says and takes it from her hands. Milo on the other hand is 5 years old, but acting at least twice his age. He’s very helpful and takes a lot after Noah. He’s taking his role of the man in the house very seriously when Noah is away. He always helps with cleaning the toys, he helps you carry some stuff from the grocery store and he plays with Thea. He also gives you the biggest hugs and cuddles, so you’re not sad while Noah is away.

You gave the kids a budget for Noah’s presents earlier in the week and took them to a shopping mall so they could choose what they want.

Milo chose a t-shirt with printed picture of all four of you. Thea chose a pink airplane pillow with cat ears and candy. Well at least it’s useful for Noah’s travels.

When everything was wrapped, you put it away so Noah couldn’t see it until tomorrow and then clean the mess you all made.

He just left. Text from Nick appeared on your screen just when you put the last presents under the kids bed.

-

The next morning you were woken up by four little legs running in your bedroom, then jumping in your bed and yelling “Happy birthday dad!”

“Oh wow, thank you.” Noah took them both to lay down with you, attacking them with kisses.

“Group hug.” Thea yelled in her little voice.

You and the kids laid on top of Noah and started singing him happy birthday song. Noah didn’t have a choice with celebrating his birthday since the kids got the concept of birthdays. They didn’t understand why someone wouldn’t want to eat cake and get presents, so Noah had to push through and he became more fond of it when he saw their faces lit up with joy when he was surprised from the gifts they got him.

After few minutes you send Thea and Milo to brush their teeth and change their clothes so you could have a moment with Noah.

“Happy birthday love.” You whispered one more time, brushing Noah’s nose with yours.

“Thank you.” He smiled back at you and grabbed your chin to pull you into a kiss.

“I hope you’re going to have fun today.” You laid your head on Noah’s chest.

“Who wouldn’t have fun dressed as Dipsy?” Noah’s answer was followed by laugh from both of you.

You’re going trick or treating with the kids later and wanted to have family costume and Thea came up with one. You’re going as Teletubbies, which is one of her latest favorite shows to watch.

You spent the next few minutes cuddling with Noah, enjoying the calm before the storm.

“Let’s feed our little monsters.”

-

“Dad you have to put the hat on.” Thea commanded Noah when you were ready to leave the house.

Thea and Milo had full on costumes of Laa Laa and Po, you and Noah got away with just green and purple t-shirts and hats with ornaments.

You planned on trick or treating in your neighbourhood and then meet at Matt’s house with everyone for a little Halloween gathering.

You’d start at your older neighbour’s house who would had a genuine laugh at your costumes, saying it’s a cute one and then take a lap around the whole neighbourhood.

“Okay everyone ready?” you asked after you closed the car door and looked over your shoulder to see if the kids were strapped in and had their buckets.

“Yes!” they yelled together.

-

At Matts house it was pure mess. Kids everywhere, fighting over who got more candy, candy wrappers on the floor.

Noah and the boys were making dinner outside while you talked with the other girls about kids or who’s coming with the boys on the next tour. You also had to take Thea’s candy bucket, because if she’d eat some more she would be impossible to put in bed later.

When the sun started to set Milo whispered in your ear “When are we going to celebrate daddy’s birthday?” and that was when you knew it was time to go home.

On the way back home your kids kept exchanging looks and mysterious laughs in the back seats.

“And what are you two up to huh?” Noah asked them, looking at them through the mirror.

“Nothing.” Thea said very trustworthy.

-

Back home you send kids to change into some comfy clothes while you and Noah put the costumes and candy away. Then you send Noah to put some movie on and get the living room ready for movie night.

You told Milo and Thea to get ready with their presents and went to get the cake.

“Shh Thea. We’re going to sing at the count of three, okay?” you looked at Milo and Thea for confirmation and started walking in the direction of the living room.

When you were about to reach the main room of your house you silently counted to three and then you all started singing.

Noah turned around with genuine surprise on his face. Thea started jumping around him while still singing, you and Milo standing still in front of him.

“Make a wish daddy!” Milo told Noah when he went to blow candles on the cake.

“What did you wish for daddy?” Thea asked, already eyeing the chocolate cake.

“That’s a secret, you’re not supposed to tell or it won’t happen.” Noah explained the point to Thea and picked her up. “What is this? A surprise birthday party? With all of you?” Noah asked looking at you.

“Yeah, I hope you didn’t think we would miss a celebration of your birthday?”

“Let’s have a cake then.” Noah kissed your forehead and led you to kitchen with his hand on your lower back.

After having sweet treat in the form of the cake you made with your little ones, you made Noah open the presents.

“Wow travel pillow, I wanted that!” In the case of Thea’s gift Noah didn’t have to act surprised, because he was, but also wasn’t, knowing his daughter.

“Oh Milo, that’s amazing! I’m going to take that on tour as well.” Noah’s eyes were full of love for his kids, looking at the t-shirt you helped Milo make, with the picture Bryan took of you just a few months ago.

“Last but not least.” Noah picked up box from you and opened it. He really saved the best for last, his eyes looking at you with slight hint of happy tears in them.

You got Noah custom made bracelet in silver, with three little silver plates and each of them has written name in its own handwriting. On the left is Milo’s, yours in the middle and Thea’s on the right.

“Thank you.” Was all Noah could get out before his voice would crack from holding the tears in. He gave kiss to all three of you and of course put everything on to show you how he fits everything you got him.

After the little party you all cuddled up on your couch and started the movie Noah chose, you and Noah on each side with Milo and Thea in between.

You felt Noah’s hand intertwining with yours with gentle squeeze, so you turned your head to look at him.

“Thank you,” he mouthed silently, “for everything.”

And he meant it, and you knew. He’s thankful for you, the kids, the house you two got yourselves, for time spent together just like today. He hates leaving you when he’s going on tour, but it also made him appreciate his little family more.

[bipanicoverthegravessiblings]

I don't know if you take requests, but if you do:

I like to imagine that Ashley had at least one friend that likes her beyond wanting to be with her brother. I understand Ashley was fucked up since birth, but part of her sociopathic problema and obsessions came because she didn't have anyone but Andrew. She felt unloved and unwanted by the entire world, and Andrew was her only anchor.

I like to imagine Ashley meeting a classmate who, instead of being creeped out by her tendencies, she finds them fascinating and starts to follow her around like a puppy to learn more, much to Ashley's annoyance...at first

Just Ashley having a best friend that loves her unconditionally and supports her insanity, even holding her back from doing worse and calm her down.

Wednesday x Enid dynamic

“Ashley isn’t evil! She just goes into a dissociative state where she murders anyone on sight!” -Y/N probably

Platonic!Ashley Graves x Sunshine Reader

Even in your youth, you and Ashley were an odd pairing

You were always so happy. So kind.

And Ashley was….well Ashley.

Her morbid nature and general unhingeness scared off any potential friends

Except you.

You clung on to Ashley, following her around like a puppy much to her dismay.

Despite her attempts though, she wasn’t going to get rid of you…

“Stop following me!” LeyLey stomped her foot on the sidewalk below her.

“But my house is the same way as yours!” You beamed. Truth be told, you had another way you used to take to head home- but no way were you missing an opportunity to hang out with LeyLey!

“Well- don’t walk so close!” The little girl crossed her arms in a huff, turning away from you, “It’s weird!”

You tilted your head like a confused puppy, “Hm? How is it weird?”

“Because you’re always following me!” She whipped around, getting all up in your face, “You always sit next to me during lunch, you’re always following me during recess, you even lay next to me during nap time!” She narrowed her eyes at you, “What gives?”

“Nothing!” You stepped back a little, hands gripping the straps of your backpack, “I just wanna be friends!”

LeyLey blinked at you. She took a step back and looked at you quizzically, “Really? That’s not right!…” she glanced at the sidewalk, kicking at air, “…no one wants to be my friend.”

“I do,” you gingerly took her hands in yours, “I think you’re funny! And cool! And I really really REALLY wanna be your friend!” You bounced on your heels a little, “Pllleeaaaaassseeeeee!”

LeyLey glared at your interlocked hands, contemplating this decision, “…..alright.”

You squealed, enveloping her in a bear hug. LeyLey squirmed, hitting your arms so you’d let go, but it was no use. Eventually, she gave up. Letting herself go slack in your arms like a cat.

From then on, you two were inseparable

In a way, you balanced each other out

You kept Ashley from biting the heads off of anyone she came into contact with

And Ashley protected you from people looking to take advantage of you

Though, none would say this is the healthiest friendship

You care for each other, sure, but you tend to enable to worst habits in the other..

Your unconditional love and support for Ashley’s unhinged nature has led to you both getting into trouble with adult figures and the law

And Ashley….is Ashley.

In a weird way, you both deserve each other

Because if not you would just wreck havoc onto anyone else

[heavenlycloud]

quit: park sooyoung x fem! reader

⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧

cw// toxic relationships, HEAVY smut, swearing, situationships / fwb, manipulation, crying, NSFW again

men and minors dni!

a/n: i saw this pic of joy while looking for new layout pics and i couldn't help but let my mind wander...plus i've been dying to write something for this song. i'm still getting used to writing nsfw so pls be nice :) feedback would be greatly appreciated since this is my first time posting nsfw on my blog

and you say that i'm the devil you know and i don't disagree. no, i don't see the harm...they say, "you crazy, just leave him, he'll suffocate you" but i wanna be in your arms...

everyone in your friend circle warned you about her. they told you she would do more harm than good. they said she's not genuine, that she's only after one thing, sex. it'd be a lie if you said you didn't believe them because you knew getting involved with her was a disaster waiting to happen. however, there was something about her that was so addicting and you weren't ready to give up the drug that she was...you probably never will be. she's just that damn good.

they say, "no, don't pick up the phone, let them think there's nobody home" but i'm under your spell... 'cause when you call my heart starts to roll, i always want more, it's my heaven, my hell...

your bedroom window blew cool, night air into your apartment as you sat on your bed. you mindlessly ran your fingers along the cords of your electric guitar playing the first song that came to mind. surely the residents in the floors above and below you would complain about being woken up to kiss it better by rihanna, but you didn't care. it was well past one in the morning and you should've been asleep but here you were.

right as you finished the end of the chorus a muffled humming sound came from between your bed and pillows. you didn't even have to check to know who it was, and you definitely knew you shouldn't answer. all of your friends told you to ignore her calls, let her think you're not around so you ignored it. instead of calling again, you heard a loud knock at the front door of your apartment. ignoring the advice of everyone else and your own intuition, you got up and answered the door.

we're heading deep inside lives a voice, a voice so quiet. but i can't hear that voice when your heart beats next to mine...

sooyoung stood in the doorway looking like an abandoned puppy with her hair damp and wearing a sullen face. her eyes were red with her tearstained cheeks and swollen lips, "h-he broke up with me..." her voice cracked and she hiccupped between her words, the same ones you heard at least twice a month.

the opportunity to turn her away was still there but when she looked up at you with that same damn pout, it was over. without missing a beat you pulled her into your apartment and closed and locked the door behind you both. you led her to your room where your guitar and amp had been pushed off to a corner, leaving your bed open.

she walked into your arms and gripped onto the back of your shirt as she sobbed, "i-i hate him so much." you pulled her into your chest and agreed, "i do too." sooyoung pulled away from you and bunched her hands in the hem of your oversized t shirt, "i need you, y/n. please... "

i can't quit you, i can't quit you...yeah, i'm gonna regret it... know I'm gonna regret it.

god does she know exactly what to say especially with that stupid pout you always give into. you bring your hands up to hold her face, and gently wipe her tears away with your thumbs. sooyoung leaned into your touch and kissed the inside of one of your palms sweetly. you swiped your thumb across her lip slowly dragging the motion out and she sucked your finger into her mouth. her soft tongue swirled around your skin and you affirmed, "i'll make you feel better i promise. let me take care of you, baby."

when you said, "baby, i just want you to lay me down and we'll fuck the pain away" 'cause skin on skin, i feel nothing but the burning of desire and that's just foreplay...

you pressed your lips against sooyoung's and she melted into your touch with ease. her arms slipped from inside her jacket and you tossed it aside. you found the zipper on the back of her dress and unzipped it slowly, letting the material hang from her body before completely dropping to the floor. she stepped out of the skirt and kicked it aside to another spot on your floor. your lips pressed against her neck until you reached her collarbone where you stopped.

sooyoung whined at the loss of contact and you smirked to yourself in satisfaction. you stood behind her and lifted her chin with your finger to angle her gaze to your wall length mirror. sooyoung stared at herself right as you unclipped her bra and let it fall away. one hand rested on her waist while another on her shoulder. you ran your fingertips down her arm and she let out a soft gasp.

your breath ghosted her neck as you said, "look at how pretty you are." she shyly turned her face into your neck and one hand found your wrist as you moved your other one to her panties. the hand on her chest teased her breast, tugging at one of her nipples eliciting a high pitched sound from her, "a-aah." you smiled and pressed a kiss to her temple, before holding her head up so she could see herself. your free hand slipped into her panties and with the lightest of touches, ghosted her dampened folds.

sooyoung squeezed her eyes shut and you clicked your tongue, "ah ah, look at your reflection. see how pretty you look?" her eyes slowly opened and you began rubbing slow circles around her heated center, ignoring where she needed it that most. sooyoung pleaded softly, "y/n...please." you hummed and dragged your thumb against her clit, making her knees buckle underneath her.

her weight rested on you and you smiled, "so needy and i haven't even done anything....do you know how much i love seeing you like this?" she didn't reply as you continued drawing patterns against her soaked pussy. she looked at you in the mirror and said, "y/n please." you slipped your hands from her panties and admired the sheen of slick. teasingly you brought them up to sooyoung's lips and watched her mouth fall open, just for you to lightly swipe her bottom lip and put your fingers in your own mouth.

you sucked her essence off of your fingers and hummed in satisfaction. watching as sooyoung pathetically licked her bottom lip for the smallest taste of herself, and feeling her sigh in relief against you. gently, you backed her against your bed and let her fall into the plush warmth. she was completely engulfed in your scent making her yearn for your touch even more. she looked up at you with those same doe eyes, searching for any signs of continuing your ministrations.

an airy gasp left her lips as you pressed the softest of kisses along her chest. you brushed your lips across one of her breasts and gently kissed one of her nipples while you free hand traced around the other. sooyoung let out a frustrated grunt as her chest pushed up for her hardened bud to meet your lips which only made you laugh. she breathed out, "please i need you..." you kissed the side of her breast and smiled, "you have me." she shook her head and repeated with more want, "no i need you to touch me."

looking up at her you pressed more kisses along her breast, swapping to the other before you asked, "where do you need me, baby?" sooyoung bit her lip as you sucked on her nipple and tugged on it with your teeth. when she didn't reply, you pulled away and started to move from atop her. in a panicked effort of desperation she snatched your hand into her own, and lowered it to her soaked heat, "here, i need you here." only then did you climb back over her and kiss down her toned abdomen, suckling marks and bites into her plush skin.

sooyoung spread her legs and let you settle between them, flinching slightly when your hand palmed her inner thighs. you ran your thumb over her heated flesh and nicked the surface with your teeth. by now you could smell how bad she wanted you and she was nearly shaking with desperation. just to put her on edge further, you kissed right against her folds, just missing where she wanted you most.

you coaxed smoothly, "tell me what you want, use your words, angel." sooyoung's voice came out just above a whisper as she said, "your mouth, please." heat flushed over her face when she looked down at you between her legs just in time to see you place a kiss to her clit. her hands flew to the top of your head just for you to slip one of your hands into her own.

the heat of your tongue against her molten center sent her eyes rolling to the back of her head. you laved through her folds hungrily tasting her as if she were the forbidden fruit from the heavenly garden. sooyoung breathily gasped and whined beneath you which sent a wave of confidence through your body. you let out a low moan, "you taste so good..." and it took everything in her to not let go right then and there. one of her hands fisted you soft bedsheets while the other squeezed onto yours, fingers intertwined with your own. when you gave her swollen bud another light suck she held her breath until she couldn't anymore. her body stuttered for a moment and a high pitched moan fell past her lips.

your fingers slipped into her heated core, helping her ride through her high before slowly kissing up her body to meet her lips. the taste of herself lingered on your tongue and filled her mouth, making her moan weakly. you brushed a piece of hair from her face and smiled softly, "my pretty girl." sooyoung's face twisted up at the nickname and she mumbled, "that's what he called me too..." immediately a pit of aggravation filled your stomach and you leaned closer to her, lips barely touching hers, "you're thinking of him when i'm right here?"

out of pure frustration you pushed her lightly away from you and started to get up, not knowing why you even bothered because she was always like this. no matter what you'd done in the past she always ran back to that bum ass man of hers. sooyoung grabbed your hand and pleaded, "no wait- please. y/n i'm sorry i just want you...it's always been you." she was too damn good at saying what you wanted to hear because no part of you genuinely believed her last words, yet you found yourself crawling back over her ready to make her mean what she said.

this time will be different.

we're heading deep inside lives a voice, a voice so quiet. but i can't hear that voice when your heart beats next to mine

you kissed her on her lips again and pushed her back down into your bed as she stared up at you. there was a specific hunger in your gaze that she'd never seen before that had her more excited than before.

i can't quit you, i can't quit you. yeah i'm gonna regret it, i know i'm gonna regret it

sooyoung's legs fell back open as you made your way back into the same spot before, kissing her swollen bud and laughing when she jumped. she rolled her head to rest on her shoulder and whined, "n-ngh i- wait i'm still sensitive..." you looked up at her through a hooded gaze, "i don't care. you look so beautiful under me." you connected your lips to her heated core and sucked harshly. her thighs closed around your head and you pushed them back open with enough force to make her whimper.

your fingers prodded at her entrance, your tongue dragging from her slit up to her engorged clit. sooyoung's hands violently fisted the sheets as she tried to hold out longer. but you were no match for her as you knew her body like the back of your hand. her second climax came and her sweet honey oozed from her center and onto your tongue. you sucked more into your mouth without wasting a drop before holding it there. she watched in near horror as you made your way up to her, tapping on her chin wordlessly.

sooyoung's lips parted and you stuck your sopping wet fingers into her mouth, drool running down her lips. when you withdrew them, you held her chin and tipped her head back slightly before spitting into her mouth. the mixture of your saliva and her slick filled her mouth, and she swallowed it without hesitation. your fingers massaged her soft pussy, making her begin to close her legs again. you looked down at her and said, "be good for me, open your legs." she followed your orders and squeezed her mouth shut as her thighs began to shake.

you looked at the tears that began to fill her eyes, only smiling and rubbing her center harder until her tears fell. she craned her neck up to meet her lips as you began to lean down, but instead you dragged your tongue along her smooth cheek, licking the trail of tears from her face. you laughed as she began to squirm more, beginning to beg, "i- y/n i- something is...i can't please-" you pushed your fingers further into her heated center, letting your thumb lightly bump her clit.

she began to close her legs and you pulled out of her and quickly reached forward. you laughed in her face as tears fell from her eyes and she nearly screamed, her swollen nub squeezed harshly between your thumb and pointer finger. sooyoung begged you, "ah- i- y/n-" you silenced her with a kiss and let her go, watching her sigh of relief only briefly until you pushed back into her.

you looked her in the eyes and told her firmly, "you can take it sooyoungie." her swollen pout and pleading eyes found yours and she repeated to herself pitifully, "i can take it. i-i can take it." you kissed her lips and cheek as you drew her only seconds from her third orgasm, "such a good girl for me huh?" she nodded eagerly as tears fell from her eyes and you kissed them away, "such a pretty girl when you cry for me. my pretty angel, my sooyoung." that moment the last name fell from your lips you felt her walls squeeze your fingers and push them out.

a stream of clear liquid leaked from her pussy as she shook beneath you, her own hand finding her clit and massaging it through her orgasm. you didn't hesitate to go down and lick up her mess, humming at the salty taste that was so uniquely hers. a taste you'd found yourself addicted to, always craving for more.

i can't quit you, i can't quit you, oh baby. i can't quit you, i can't quit you, oh babe

sooyoung pushed your head away and you kissed her inner thighs that were still slightly shaking. she had her eyes closed in a fucked out bliss that only you'd ever given her. you smirked to yourself and asked her sweetly, "who's on your mind now, angel?" sooyoung's eyes opened weakly and she hummed, "hmmm? s' you....only y/n. only want y/n." you placed a kiss on her cheek and laid beside her before she curled into your arms, tucking her head into your side. as you thought you'd finally won, sooyoung was beside you smiling to herself because she was the only winner, she always was.

you were only a pawn in her little game but she'd be lying if she said you weren't her favorite player. all this time people told you that she was obsessed with you, the idea of you. but in reality you were addicted to all of her, just another person hooked on the thought of winning the game. always under the impression that you were closer and closer to winning the grand prize, winning her over. but in reality you were just another piece in her puzzle. nevertheless, you'd never quit all that was park sooyoung.

i'm gonna regret it babe, babe, babe, gonna regret it, yeah, i'm gonna regret it...

[holybladeknight]

Sing for me 🎼💞

Characters: Severus Snape x GN!Professor!Reader, random Slytherin students

Tags/warnings: Christmas themed romance 🎄, bad grammar

Summary: During the preparations for the Yule Ball, you discover that Severus actually can sing...

Author's note: My first romantic fanfic, please be gentle 😳

Special thanks: @severus-snaps for the lovely inspiring chit-chat 💖

"This song is stupid..." Draco mumbled in annoyance, when Severus stopped the rehearsal once again.

"I agree, Mister Malfoy. Perhaps, you should say it to Professor Dumbledore in person? It was his idea, after all," Severus answered in his usual stern tone, clearly being annoyed too.

Children's chorus singing the Christmas Carols for the Yule Ball indeed was Albus' idea. This tradition was quite popular in his youth, so he wanted to recreate it for the next celebration. Though, it was much easier to say than to do...

Severus deeply sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, standing in front of the young Slytherins. He didn't like this song too. Honestly, he didn't like the grand celebrations overall, preferring to spend the winter evenings quietly in your company, but he had no other choice. At least Severus wasn't teaching the Gryffindors how to dance, like Minerva, and the thought that he wasn't suffering alone somewhat reassured him.

Severus didn't care much about traditions, holyday spirit and other ephemeral nonsense. He considered learning the Christmas Carols with his students as an another working task, no more, no less. And Severus was used to do his work properly and thoroughly.

"One more time... Repeat after me and follow the rhythm. We need the perfect syncing. Understood?" Severus waited until the students' attention got focused on him again, and then began to sing. He didn't know you were standing behind the door and listening...

The results still weren't as perfect as these children's choruses from the old Christmas movies, but more than less acceptable. The rehearsal was over for today, and Severus let the students out. He massaged his temples, feeling tired and a bit frustrated, when you came in.

"Merlin, save me..." Severus thought, seeing your wide smile and your shining eyes. He knew very well what was coming next.

"So, you can sing," you said with barely contained excitement in your voice.

"Shouldn't you work on the decorations right now?" Severus asked in response, hoping to change the topic. It didn't work on you, obviously.

"Would you sing something for me, Severus?" you slightly tilted your head, watching his reaction carefully. Severus knew it wasn't a question, it was a statement. He couldn't say no to you, of course.

"You have a terrible musical tastes," Severus huffed in his signature witty manner.

***

Getting back to home, Severus was exhausted and overwhelmed by the noisy teenagers, his brain felt hard-boiled after the long busy day. You understood his desperate need for silence, so you stayed quiet... expressing your love in other ways than words.

You were peacefully sitting on the couch, when Severus layed down here and rested his head onto your laps, just like a cat silently asking for pets. You got his hint and softly stroked his hair, brushing your fingers through the long black strands. Severus closed his eyes and smiled contentedly, relaxing under your soothing touch.

"Severus..." You spoke to him gently, continuing the stress-relieving scalp massage.

"I remember, love. What do you want me to sing?" Severus responded, recalling your request. He was in the much better mood now, and the idea of him singing didn't look that ridiculous for him anymore.

"Anything from your poetry. At your choice," you asked almost sheepishly. Only you knew about Severus' secret passion, only you he trusted his verses to.

Severus sat up straight and cleared his throat. He didn't need to look in his notebook, he remembered every single line by heart, since he wrote them by his own. After a brief pause to gather his courage, Severus started to chant one of his verses, as if it was a song lyrics.

At first Severus sounded shy and insecure, but the pure love in your mesmerized eyes inspired him to keep singing. As he immersed himself in the rhythm, Severus got more confident, lowering and deepening his velvet baritone voice. There was no need for any background music, Severus' magnificent acapella was more than enough for you.

Severus sung for you, and you felt his raw emotions in every note. It was a love confession in the form of song. The lyrics themselves were amazing, full of colorful metaphors and tender epithets, but being embodied in Severus' voice... It was something above and beyond.

Severus ran out of breath at the few final lines. The lack of experience was evident, though the sincerity of his feelings outshone any flaws in his performance. Severus' heart fluttered in his chest as he looked at your with a hopeful eyes, waiting for your reaction.

Your mind went blank. You were speechless, being unable to formulate any thoughts because of the overwhelming emotions. You just grabbed Severus in your embrace and showered his face in gentle kisses, whispering incoherent yet sweet nothings about how much you loved him.

***

"Severus... Will you sing the Christmas Carols along with your students at the Yule Ball?"

"Of course not."

"But Sevvy... Pretty please..."

"..."

"..."

"...fine. I'll sing, just for you, my most devoted fan. Perhaps, I'll even sign an autograph..."

You planted a tender 'thank you' kiss on his cheek.

[selfindulgentpixies]

So I wrote a very self indulgent Satoru Gojo x reader fic to cope with a couple of bad sensory overload days I had a week or two ago and it's just been sitting in my drafts half finished until tonight. Got a boost of spiteful inspiration since I spent most of today in bed with a migraine.

Contains: gn!reader, mentions of sensory overload, brief mentions of getting ill, Gojo being sweet and taking care of you, reader has a cat, reader wears glasses

Take me home tonight

Gojo could tell something was wrong as soon as you’d walked into the meeting late, not just late but later than him, looking frazzled. Even if you shared his disdain for the higher ups you played your role well enough, always on time, students cared for, work taken care of with what could sometimes be considered malicious compliance if you were pushed the wrong way. But that wasn’t the you he saw try to quietly slip into the meeting.  You looked washed out, nauseous even. It wasn’t helped when the higher ups tried to lay into you for being so late. You looked panicked which is when he swept in. Taking their attention off you. He’s not even sure you take in anything that’s being said but you at least send him a small and grateful smile. 

The meeting is barely over before you’re getting up to leave, ignoring any protest at your abrupt exit. He quickly finds you when he leaves, between his long strides and six eyes it’s easy to find you and catch up to you. You’ve stopped to sit, heels of your hands pressed against your eyes and your glasses dangling loosely from your fingers. He plops down on the bench next to you and speaks. “Mind telling me what that was all about?” He doesn’t miss how you flinch at his voice.  He’s known you long enough to catch on and his voice is quieter the next time he speaks. “One of those days then?”

You give a jerky lil nod, still covering your eyes. Even though your lenses on your glasses were transitions they weren’t activated by the lights inside the building, the barely there default tint of them not enough at the moment which was probably why you were just holding them and sitting with your eyes covered. “Y-yeah. Had a mission in the city, dealt with a curse that could manipulate light, and everytime it attacked it let out a high pitched buzzing noise, it was like the world’s worst rave and then I came straight here for the meeting.” He frowns a bit at that. Really you should have just gone home. 

“You don’t even like normal raves.” His tone isn’t something you’re able to parse at the moment, but there’s a playful enough note to it that it gets you to smile just a little.. 

“You’re right, I don’t.” 

Still speaking softly, so much so that only you can hear him even as other staff pass by. “You went into the crowded city,” you nod, “went to hell’s light show,” you nod again at his words, “And still decided to go back through the city to sit in a brightly lit meeting room and deal with the higher ups?” 

“That sums it up, yeah.” You part your fingers ever so slightly to glance at him but quickly close them. 

He sighs. “Here, keep your eyes closed but move your hands.” 

“Gojo?” You question as you hear the shifting of fabric. 

“It’s fine just move your hands,” he gently coaxes you and you feel his cool dry hands gently pull your own from your face. Then he’s gently tugging something over your head and you realize he’s putting his blindfold on you, the thick soft cloth finally blocking out all light. Instead of tucking it behind your ears he pulls it slightly lower so it covers them and at least partially softens the sounds around you. You’re both quiet for several moments until he takes your glasses and tucks them into his pocket. You don’t see that of course but you trust him to not break the things you need to see since you’ll want to see again eventually.  “You still with me?” 

“Y-yeah, thank you. Don’t you need this though?”

You don’t see him shrug but he does it anyway. “I’ll be fine without it for a bit. I’ve got my sunglasses if it gets bad. I think you need it a lot more than me right now. Do you want me to take you home? You can’t make it there blind so i’ll-” 

“Gojo, if you teleport me right now I’ll probably throw up on you.” 

“Gross.”

“I’m just being honest.”

He hums in thought. “How about I just carry you to my office then? It’s nice and cool in there and I can draw the blinds.” 

You’re quiet for a moment and he almost asks again until you nod. “Y-yeah alright.” 

When he picks you up he does so with care, making sure he doesn’t do anything unexpected. Normally the idea of being touched by Gojo would be much more pleasant but each point of contact makes your clothes rub more uncomfortably against your skin. You don’t complain though and just let him carry you. You tuck your head into his neck. You’ll probably feel mortified later but right now all you care about is being somewhere dark and quiet.  You think you hear some of the students start to speak to him and maybe begin freaking out when they see that he’s carrying you but his energy shifts slightly and you hear him shush them. Surprisingly they immediately comply. You imagine it has everything to do with the shift in his energy and not respecting the fact that they’d  been hushed. 

There’s the soft sound of a door opening and then being closed again before you find yourself being set on a comfortable chair. “Just get some rest alright? I’ll be back.” 

“Thank you, Gojo.” You curl up in the chair and he smiles a little at you. 

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You’re a little surprised later when you open your eyes and are faced with complete darkness. Your brain is hazy and takes a moment to catch back up to you. You vaguely remember the conversation with Gojo and him slipping his blindfold on you- oh. Right. You reach toward your face and push up the dark fabric. You blink in the low light of the room. Gojo is at his desk, looking terribly bored of doing his paperwork in the dim lamplight. At least you think he looks bored with how he’s resting his cheek on his fist and holding a document in his other hand. You can’t really see anything else without your glasses.

He perks up when he notices you looking at him. “Hey there, feeling any better?” His voice is still quiet just in case your ears were still sensitive. He gets up and grabs something from his desk before walking over to you. You can now see that he’s holding your glasses. 

“Yeah, still a lil fuzzy but definitely better.” You give him a sleepy but grateful smile. He almost wishes you hadn’t taken your glasses back because he knows that as your vision comes back into focus you’re now able to see how pink his cheeks are. You look so cute half asleep and it’s not really a vulnerable moment he’d ever thought he’d get to see you in. Especially not curled up in his office with his blindfold sitting part way on your head leaving your hair mussed up. You sit up and stretch, arching your back in a way that gets his eyes to track over your body before you pull the blindfold the rest of the way off your head and press it into his hand. “Really thank you. I hate to say it but I was on verge of tears before you helped me out.” 

He pulls the blindfold over his head but lets it rest around his neck instead of pulling it over his eyes. “It’s no problem really. You weren’t acting like yourself. Next time just go home if you feel that way. I’ll cover for you if you need me to.” 

You scratch at the back of your neck. “You already do so much, I don’t feel like I should be asking you to do that.” 

He shakes his head. “I mean it. Gives me an excuse to give those old bastards a hard time.”

You snort. “As if you need me to give you an excuse.” 

He smiles but otherwise doesn’t respond to that particular comment. “I do mean it. I think you might be surprised by how well I understand what you were going through. It’s not exactly the same but there’s a reason I always have my eyes covered.” 

“Yeah alright then… I’ll let you know next time.” 

His smile widens into a grin, bringing out his dimples.”Good. Now how about I bring you home now? I doubt you want to deal with the trains.”

“Gojo, if I throw up-”

“Then that’s literally on me.”

“Gross,” you echo his comment from earlier. 

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You don’t get sick from being teleported but it’s a near thing as you lean heavily against Gojo in your entryway. He raises an eyebrow at you. “You gonna be alright?” 

“Y-yeah I’m good.” You let out a slow breath before taking your weight off him and toeing off your shoes in the entryway. “Did you want to come in for a bit? I won’t be up for long but I should fix something to eat. I haven’t eaten anything since breakfast. 

Gojo studies you for a moment, and without his blindfold in place you feel exposed. “How about I order us takeout then?”

“I don’t know if I should eat anything greasy right now.”

“I can order you some soup. I know a place.”

You consider his offer for a moment before nodding. “Yeah okay. Sounds good.” You begin to walk toward the main part of your apartment. “I’m gonna go get cleaned up while you order food. Make yourself at home okay?” 

He hums in the affirmative before you vanish into your room. 

—

When you emerge a bit later you’re wearing a clean pair of sweatpants and one of your sleep shirts, which was really just an oversized band-t. You’ve made a half hearted attempt to dry your hair with a towel. The apartment is filled with the smell of food making your stomach growl and drawing you more quickly to the main part of your apartment.  Gojo has made himself comfortable just like you’d told him to. There’s containers of food spread out in front of him on your coffee table and he’s relaxed into the love seat with your cat on the back by his head. The little shit sniffing and chewing at his hair, which you suppose meant Gojo passed your feline companion’s test for being allowed to exist in your space. But what really gets your attention is how Gojo has discarded his work jacket and is just sitting there in a tight black t-shirt that clings to him like a second skin. It takes your breath away a little because while you knew he was probably muscular in theory it just never really sank in because he always wore such baggy clothes. 

“You just going to keep standing there staring holes into me or are you gonna join me for dinner?” His voice is full of amusement.  

You squeak. Of course he noticed you. “S-sorry. I was just surprised. My cat doesn’t normally like when there are men in the apartment he doesn’t know.” It’s only a half lie.

Gojo snorts and glances back at you. “You have a lot of strange men over?” He says in a teasing tone.

“No. Just.. he hates whenever maintenance is here and he attacked poor Nanami’s leg once when he stopped by.” 

Oh now that makes Gojo laugh, loudly in fact, though he quietens himself down to chuckles when he notices you flinch at the noise. “Maybe your cat is a bad judge of character, liking me more than Nanami,” he surprises you by saying at his own expense. 

“No, I think he just picked up on how at ease you seem to be here,” you say this reflexively though a second thought occurs to you moment after when you remember how Gojo had carried you and you’d buried your face in his neck. Your scent must be clinging to him and especially to his blindfold that he's still wearing around his neck. The thought makes you blush and he tilts his head at you for a moment before gesturing for you to come sit down, patting the cushion beside him.

You suddenly wish your apartment wasn’t so sparsely furnished but since it was normally just you here the only place to sit in the living room really is directly next to Gojo. You consider saying you should move to the kitchen table but did you actually want to miss an opportunity to be so close to Gojo when he was offering it? The answer was apparently ‘no’ as you make your way over. He crosses his legs to make room for you and you take your seat next to him. At your arrival your cat mrrps and headbutts the back of your head before leaving. 

“Now-” Gojo leans forward picking up a container and a spoon for you, “go ahead and eat.” Once he’s sure you have a good grip and aren’t going to drop hot soup on the two of you he grabs his own food and sits back, his arm brushing against you. The two of you eat in silence your arms occasionally knocking into each other as you fill your empty stomachs. 

Before long you’re drowsily sagging to the side and Gojo is gently taking the mostly empty container from your hands. This causes you to jerk and blink up at him groggily. “Ah sorry-”

He chuckles. “You don’t need to apologize, you’re exhausted. Why don’t you head to bed? I’ll clean up and head out after alright?” 

You feel a little guilty. “You don’t need to clean up, Gojo.” 

He holds up a hand. “It’s not a big deal really. You just get some rest.” 

He stands and stretches, and he reminds you a bit of a very oversized cat. his fingers brushing your low ceiling. Then he’s holding a hand out to you and pulling you up from the loveseat.  The two of you say your goodnights and goodbyes before you shuffle your way to your room. He stands there in your living room with an impossibly fond smile on his face.  He catches your cat giving him what could be a judgmental stare from the corner of his eye. “Bet you think I should have asked them out, huh?” The cat just flicks his tail unimpressed. You, unaware of the small exchange between Gojo and your feline companion, fall asleep to the sounds of Gojo cleaning up.

The next morning you wake up to the chime of your phone. You bink blearily and fumble for your phone. When you unlock the screen you see you have a message from Gojo. 

Gojo: hey I hope you’re feeling better this morning. if you’re up to it do you want to come meet me for breakfast? i’d like to ask you something.

You sit up and rub at your face before responding. 

You: can’t you ask me over text? 

Gojo: it’s something i’d rather ask you in person. so will you? 

You: sounds a bit ominous but ok

Gojo: it’s nothing bad I swear! 

You grin sleepily to yourself. 

You: yeah yeah you’re just trying to lure me into a false sense of security

Gojo: you wound me!! i would never. sooo meet me in 30 minutes? 

You: not giving me much time to wake up huh? 

His next message is the location of a cafe not far from your apartment. He apparently took your question as a yes. 

So you get up and scramble to get ready, you’re still a bit disheveled but you're comfortable enough around Gojo to not really care. As you shoo your cat away from the door so you can slip out you have no idea that when you return home it’ll be with your soon to be boyfriend.

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And that's it! I just needed a comfort fic so i wrote it myself. I'm still working on chapter 7 of my Satoru x reader x Suguru fic. It's just taking time to pull together

@nanamikentoseyebags @strawberrystepmom @gojoest

[pearldog30]

A unwelcoming surprise!

Simon (ghost) Riley one shot comes home from deployment, to find a new member of the household. that you did not tell him about and to say the least they are not fond of each other.

Simon Riley x gnreader

I'm just going to be safe and put this as 18+

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Warnings| mentions of a little blood. As always let me know if I got tags and warnings right.

One of the many days you were left home alone without your partner Simon Riley by your side. You knew getting in a relationship with the man would mean he'd often be gone/deployed all the time and this time was no exception.

As you were sitting on the couch scroll through social media on your computer. your two dogs sitting right beside you on your left was your all black long haired German Shepherd guard dog that Simon had bought you his name was Sparrow, and then on your right your dog that you have gotten way before you got in a relationship with Simon was your Old brindle English Mastiff her name was Naya, and then above you sitting on top of the couch was y'all's tabby cat that you found together in the dumpster while taking a nightly stroll together. y'all named him Oscar the grouch because well it was fitting for him to say the least.

As you were winding down for the night on the couch going through your nightly social media scroll, you couldn't help but an ad that your friend shared caught your eye.

"a three-legged, half-death, 8-month-old, kitten for adoption. desperately looking for good adoption applicants"

You've never clicked on an ad so fast before in your life. until you saw this precious little all gray kitten, catch your eye you weren't even thinking of how Simon would feel, since y'all share a home together. as you were finishing up the adoption forms you couldn't help but hearing Simon's voice in the back of your head. "y/n we're not getting more animals we don't run a fuckin petting zoo" as you were hearing that little voice in the back of your head, you already clicked submit. "well Simon I guess you're just going to have to put up with it you shouldn't have left me alone" you chuckle to yourself. as your petting Sparrow to your left Sparrow looked back at you, giving you the what the hell did you do now Mom look. "Oh don't worry big guy you're just going to have a new brother" you say as you patting his head.

you look back over to your right to see naya getting up from the couch heading for the bedroom door, you knew this meant it was late. and she was ready for bed which she was not wrong, it was definitely late as you and your little gang March towards the bedroom, and into bed. you couldn't help but think about all the times you and Simon would march to bed together/him getting tired of your antics and throwing your ass to bed. you didn't realize that there was a teary-eyed grin on your face, as your cat Oscar came up to lay on your chest, as you were settling down. "I know buddy I miss Simon too even though you two hate each other" you say softly smiling to yourself, petting his head while listening to the loud snores of your two giant dogs taking up Simon's part of the bed as you drift off to sleep.

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You wake up the next morning to your softly lit bedroom, from the morning sky your bedroom a beautiful Orange. as you turn to see Naya snuggled into your side dozing off you turn over to your other side, to your nightstand to check your phone to see what time it is as you pick up your phone you see a email.

"congrats we're reaching out to inform you, we approve your application for our gray kitten. please email us back as soon as possible and we will get with you about more details."

To say you were a excited was an understatement. you jumped out of bed all happily Sparrow at your side, wondering what's wrong. as Oscar and Naya lazily looked at you through sleepy hooded eyes. "my loves y'all are going to have a new brother" you squealed excitedly and then you went on about your day normally heading by the shelter. to look at the cat/fill out things to take him home.

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5 days later Simon came home from a mission a lot earlier than expected. because he wanted to surprise you, as he was pulling into the driveway the sunlight softly set on the house as it was sitting. as he was pulling in he couldn't help but notice a gray little tail in the window. "fucki- bloody hell what did y/n do this time" as he turned the car off getting his luggage out of it, turning to the front door unlocking it with his keys. as he opened the door he was meant with a pair of little blue eyes ones that were very unfamiliar, before the loud sounds of barking and foot clumping on the hardwood floors came crashing to him. he was greeted with sloppy wet kisses and jumping at his chest. before he command both dogs down.

When you turn the corner and saw Simon, on his knees petting both dogs. you knew you were in trouble with the look on his face "h- hi love" you say nervously he meets your eyes. and you could tell he was pissed he gets up from the dogs trampling him on the floor walking towards you sternly.

"would you mind explaining to me why there's a new creature in my house" he says pointing to the gray cat sitting on top of the couch. "welllllll you seeee" you say nervously not wanting to get the words out "I see what cuz what I see there's a new fuckin animal in this house" he huffing out in annoyance. "baby" you say softly as you put both hands on his chest, trying to take a gentle approach. "he needed a home cuz if not they were going to put him down. and I figured you wouldn't mind since you're gone all the time it gets pretty lonely around here I figured we could use some new kitten energy." That was somewhat of a bold-faced lie. And Simon knew it but he couldn't be that mad, at you as he watched your heart break telling him that. and to be honest it broke his little too seeing how upset it gets you.

you tell him that as a tear runs down your face, you remember them telling you that if you didn't take him home, they would put him down. and that broke your heart cuz he was just the biggest baby. Simon's eyes furrow at your response "love you can't take home every goddamn animal you see, that needs help we don't run a fuckin shelter." he says as his hand comes up to your cheek, wiping the tear away with his thumb. "I- i know baby. I'm sorry I just couldn't help it" you cough out not realizing how much it actually affected you. he's sighs just staring at you in silence you knew deep down he couldn't stay mad at you forever even though you felt terrible not asking him first.

You decided to squirm out of his grip walking towards the cat on the couch, so they could have a proper meeting you pick the cat up handing him out to Simon. "Simon meet Dudley, Dudley meet Simon." Simon can't help but just grunt annoyingly at it. as the cat stares him down at this point they're just staring each other down in silence. "well boys. y'all are going to have to get used to each other because I love you both" you say pushing the cat towards Simon to love it. Before Simon could even react the cat scratched the fuck out of his face, leaving a nasty scar on his cheek. "BLOODY FUCKIN HELL YOU FUCKIN CUNT" Simon screams pushing the cat away from the both of you as the cat runs off somewhere in the house "oh my God love I'm so sorry are you okay" you say trying not to laugh, as you reach for his face to look at the cut, more like a gash. but Simon just pushes you away still yelling a mix of cuss words and words that don't even make sense.

So you don't really have a choice but just to stand there, and wait for his meltdown to be over. but you decided it was enough you just grab his face. "baby calm down let me take care of you, and you'll be okay." you say calmly trying to lead him to the bathroom, so you can clean up the cut so it doesn't get infected. he just Huff's in annoyance following you.

As you sit him down in the bathroom, cleaning up the bit of blood on his face. "damn babe he got you good" you say rubbing the washcloth you had in your hand over the cut on his cheek. cleaning it up "yeah and it hurts who knew a fuckin three legged cat could scratch that bad" he says annoyed with the inconvenience, he had plans for the night. as you were putting a little ointment on his cheek, just to be on the safe side. As both cats decided to jump on the counter eyeing him "GET OUT OF HERE YOU LITTLE FUCK" he yells at the cats but only Dudley runs away, as Oscar is still eyeing him with an amuse look on his face. You force your very pissed off Simon to look back at you. "that's not his name his name is Dudley" you say laughing to yourself, Simon just gives you the side eye. He just grunts annoyed at the inconvenience. as you were finishing up, you turned back around to the counter grabbing something. and that's when Simon decided to be a prick, and smack your ass as hard as he possibly could.

"ow that hurt you ass" you say jumping, at the not expected stung your ass was just meant with. "hey you said earlier gets pretty lonely I was just making it less lonely" Simon says chuckling a tease in his voice. "yeah well I di" before you can even finish your sentence, Simon had back you into the counter looking up into the mirror turning around facing him. You meet his eyes you could tell the look you've seen it countless times before a look of lust, tease, dominance, next thing you know his lips are on yours. "I think it's time me, you, and this cut, take it to the bedroom" he says before swiftly putting an arm around your waist, and up over his shoulder you giggle out in surprise.

And with that another harsh slap to your ass, walking through the bedroom door, and slamming it close with his foot.

I hope you all enjoy this little story that I made I thought it was incredibly amusing and very much like Simon. Anyways I hope you all are having a good day/night/evening🖤 reblogs and comments are always much appreciated.

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tea || five Hargreeves x sick reader (p.s reader has cats)

summary; reader is super sick but she has to take care of her lovey cats , five comes in and saves the day.

Warning!: there will be swear words but that’s pretty much it

you were in bed , sick . U were just coughing and sneezing. Then it came to u. YOUR CATS! Jill was probably starving and Tammy was too.it was past there feeding time and it totally slipped your mind! How could you forget! you got up and ran downstairs and as soon as u hit the last step , the door bell rang.

you were sure it was the mail man and just gonna get the package later but then it rung again, u groaned then walked to the door then opened it. It was five Hargreeves, your husband . The man you have loved for almost 50 years.

You forgot that every so often he would go and see his family and spend the night. The other night u were there just not for long. ‘Oh thank god it’s u thought u were an annoying mail man .’ Right after that sentence came out u sneezed. You can’t let him know your sick, he already has his hands full . Right?

‘hm well at least I wasn’t?’ Five said , you turned around leaving the door open knowing five would close it behind u. u walked to the kitchen to see Tammy and Jill waiting for their food . You felt bad for letting your cats starve , you grab their food then walk to them

‘I’m so sorry my baby’s’ you say as u pet them , you then put food in their separate food bowls and they start eating, as u watch them five came into the kitchen. ‘hey are you okay love ? u have been coughing and sneezing ever sense you left the house last night’

‘i think I just have a little cold, I’ll manage tho!’ you said , u sneezed and then grabbed a tissue from the counter to blow your nose feeling like shit and wanted to die. ‘go upstairs and sleep love , it’s not good for u to be sick and out-and-about.’

‘Five , I’m fi-‘ ‘no you’re not , you’re sneezing and coughing , u are sick.’ you sighed , ‘fine I will go upstairs as long as u come with me.’ you said as u head upstairs , you can tell fives following u by the extra foot steps. as you open the door the coldness of the room wrapped around your body

you walk over to your bed and lay down then see five shutting the door and walking over to the bed to lay down but you stop him. ‘Wait five wouldn’t you get sick if you lay in a bed with my germs on it?’

‘Love a simple cold is not gonna stop me from laying with the person I love the most in the world.’ He says while laying down next to you. You couldn’t help but blush. You wonder why you would blush after all these years you have been with this man.

‘Now how bout we watch some documentaries and get some rest?’

‘I’d love that.’

A/n: kinda bad names for the cats but it’s alright I guess but I hope you guys liked this !

[pampushky]

Creature (Both Haunted & Holy)

Vinsmoke Sanji/Reader - Chapter 28 - 4.2k

Two and a half months after the events of the last chapter, you adjust to Robin joining the crew, while coming to a decision after learning about exactly what your grandfather had done to Arlong.

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“Look me in the eyes, Luffy, where did all the fish go? They were set out on the deck to dry on the special racks I bought,” Luffy withers under your gaze, unable to meet your eyes, even when you squat to look at him. Sanji stands behind you with his arms crossed, angrier simply because you had explicitly told your captain to wait until they were fully dry. Luffy keeps his nervous stare firmly away from you and waves his hand in front of his face, trying to shoo you off.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,”

“I can smell it on you, Luf. It’s not like I’m adjusting to my senses coming back again.”

Sea Mother, you sound just like your gram when she had caught Toha and yourself sneaking dried squid from the racks outside her hut. Sion had apologized fervently to her mother, while the old woman held both of you by your scruffs, looking almost amused by her mischievous grandchildren. 

“That’s not fair-ayYE– Sanji! ” Luffy whines as he gets his ear pinched by your partner, and dragged off to help with chores to make up for this latest incident. From her spot on the deck, Robin laughs. Her giggles send a chill down your spine, and your ears flatten down to your skull, a warble unwillingly bubbling past your lips after you hear it, 

You’re not certain why you’re so unsettled by her. You’ve shot up in height, gaining two inches, You’re looking more and more like a proper leopard seal every day, arms and legs growing thick with muscles. But something about Nico Robin startles you. 

Maybe it’s her morbid humor. Or how she stares right through you. Sanji likes her well enough— something about her having “the vibe of childhood trauma” as he does. The only one who is as wary of her as you are is Zoro. So the two of you always tend to sit back whenever she says something, prickling like two startled cats as Luffy drapes himself over her shoulders. Which, speaking of… you hold one of the new crew cats tightly, enjoying the comfort he brings.

Chowder is an overfed tabby that had been one of the many parting gifts from Alabasta. That, along with three other cats named Curry, Miso, and Gumbo. All named lovingly by Luffy, who had insisted on being the one to name them, regardless of how you had been the one to request them, to deal with pests on the ship. 

Not that you were complaining. At least they had some consistent theme. You just croon softly to yourself, while Roux lets out a squeaky meow. Zoro stands beside you, frowning at the archaeologist, who doesn’t notice, or doesn’t care, that you’re both wary of her. Luffy tries to hide behind her chair as Sanji barks an insult at him, and you watch as your poor captain is dragged across the ship by his stretchy ear, whining the entire way. Usopp just sighs and follows after, making a speech of what sounds like Luffy’s obituary.

The tanned ravenette makes eye contact with you and smiles, making your ears flatten to your head while Chowder lets out another pathetic mew, wriggling in your arms before settling himself half on your shoulders, laying like a baby waiting to be burped. Gracefully, Robin walks down to join you, closing her book as she does so, looking down at the two of you as she leans on the railing. 

“Your captain is an interesting one, to be certain,” her mouth quirks up into a partial smile. “But a good one, nonetheless.”

“Guess you don’t have much else to compare to, besides Crocodile,” Zoro says dryly, and she laughs, covering her mouth with her hand. 

“He was alright when it came down to it. Never forced me to do anything I didn’t want to.” She shrugs, and you shudder. 

“That’s. Basic etiquette, I fear,” You mumble, and squeeze Chowder a bit tighter. The cat mewls, and presses a soft paw against your face, as if to say That was rude, Mom. “Sorry— I—” 

And she just laughs again. Leaning over the railing with one hand on her chin as she watches you, before sauntering into the galley to likely watch whatever chores Sanji is making Luffy perform to make up for eating the only partially-dried fish. Zoro just gently grips you by your elbow, leading you away and towards the front deck of the Going Merry so the two of you can spar safely, and hopefully help you get more control over Tide as the two of you fall into a rhythm, fighting hand-to-hand rather than using your weapons of choice. 

Tide groans from where it’s leaning next to Zoro’s katanas. You’re not sure if you imagine it, but two of the swords seem to rattle in response to it, distracting you just enough for Zoro to land a solid hit as he tackles you. The wind gets knocked from your lungs for a second, and it’s utterly freezing around you, too cold for you to just be winded—

The loud yelp from Zoro yanks you from your panic into an entirely new spiral. Half of the front deck is covered in frost, with several large chunks of blue ice pointing out to sea from where they’re frozen to the railing. And Zoro’s staring at you, not frozen, thank the Sea Mother , but still startled, with blue lips and frost in his hair and along his eyelashes.

“That’s,” he breathes out, and his breath forms a cloud in front of him, “Huh. That’s new, seal.”

And then he promptly slips on the ice, when he tries to step towards you, which makes you start to wheeze as you recover from being winded, causing yourself to slip on the ice. The thump of you both hitting the deck attracts Nami, who just stares at the two of you with a mildly concerned expression until she hears you both laughing. However, she is less amused by the chunks of ice on the ship, making it resemble an iceberg.

“As funny as it is to you, this is concerning,” Nami places a hand on one of the chunks, watching as it starts to steam from how warm the air around it is before she looks back at you. Tide shudders in your hand, while you frown down at it. “Your tuning fork has been acting weird ever since we left Alabasta,”

“It’s not a fork,” you blurt out, and Tide goes still, almost appreciative that you're defending it. 

“ Threek , then,” Nami counters, grinning at you as you try to hold in another laugh before her gaze turns serious again. “You should call your grandfather on the ship’s snail. He could be able to help,” 

The deck falls into silence, save for the sound of the chunks of ice starting to crack and fall from the boat. You’ve brought your knees up for your chest and held them there, gazing down. You seem to be refusing to look at your weapon now. 

“I don’t wanna bother him,” you mumble out, “….he’s probably not able to call, being on the run and all.”

“He did that for you. I think he’d be happy to hear from you.” Zoro snorts, and you bite your lower lip. 

This isn’t the first time this discussion has come up. Ace had been the one to bring up how ‘Pops’ had been grumbling over an old friend stirring up trouble, the flame-man just hadn’t realized who this old friend had been. One News Coo later, and you’d suddenly had a very odd day placed firmly in your hands. 

On one hand, Arlong was dead. Shattered into pieces on the floor of his cell, terror written on his mangled face. He would never be able to hurt anyone again, would never be able to so much as breathe the same air as you because, well, he wasn’t breathing anymore. 

But he still haunted you. The shadow you’d seen was mostly gone, yes, but that didn’t mean his touch was totally erased. A rather awkward session of dry humping with your partner on the galley’s couch had revealed that when you’d frozen up when Sanji went to suck a hickey into your neck.

You wanted to cry. To celebrate. To scream. The man who’d destroyed your life, who had taken away everything you once were, was dead. Dead and gone and likely rotting in a garbage heap, with your grandfather to thank. Pell had every right to do it, you supposed. He’d lost his daughter and her wife because of him. Lost four grandchildren, and countless old friends. Yet you’re conflicted. Part of you had wanted to be the one to kill Arlong. The other part wanted to curl up deep in a blanket and never so much as hear his name mentioned, or you felt like you’d puke.

How do you celebrate the death of your abuser when you can’t even bear to look at his face on old wanted posters without getting the strong urge to flee?

More so, how do you talk to the man who’d done it? How do you thank your grandfather, who you hardly know? Do you thank him?

“Or. You can continue to struggle with the threek,” Zoro’s bluntness startles you from your thoughts, and you scowl at him. “You have a chance to ask someone who wielded Tide before you, and who can help you control your other selkie issues. You’d be an idiot to not take advantage of it.”

Nami smacks the back of his head the moment the words leave his mouth, and you stare blankly at the swordsman just as Chopper scurries up the stairs to see what the commotion is about. He looks overjoyed at the ice on the deck, flopping down on it happily, and letting out the most adorable sigh, and effectively throwing off any serious discussion as you all look down at the little reindeer rubbing his face in the quickly melting ice. You look at Zoro, trying to decide how to answer him, before leaving to go give yourself some space in the storage room. 

When you get down there, the calendar almost seems to stare at you. Next week, blocked out in bright blue highlighter, is your cycle. You huff and turn away from it, knowing it’s just a piece of paper on the wall, but at the same time, it’s more than that. You’re fully matured now, you’ve had a real cycle— this will help, with a more steady pattern to follow, but it’ll also be a nightmare, with… certain aspects. 

The ladder creaks above you, and you rub your face, getting ready to tell Nami that no, she can’t use the money to buy more clothing when Zoro comes down, looking a bit embarrassed.  

“I was being a dick.” He scratches the back of his head and refuses to meet your gaze. “You don’t have to talk to your grandfather unless you want to.” 

“Thanks,” you stride forward and pinch his cheek, making him grumble, “I know it’s alot for you to apologize,”

“Yeah, yeah,” Zoro pushes you away by your face, but he’s grinning now until he looks at the calendar again, face falling. “Oh shit, that’s getting close again. You have like… two weeks?”

“Don’t remind me,” you groan, and sit against the wall, letting your head hit it gently against the wall. “Privacy would be nice.”

“So… you and the cook can…?” Zoro trails off, raising an eyebrow, before hissing when you smack him in the arm. “Ow! Okay– fine! You don’t fuck!”

“You’re a pain in the ass,” you grumble, before stretching out to start to sort out the shelves and looking back at him with a scowl, just as Curry winds himself around his legs, meowing pathetically before darting under one of the shelves, scurrying away with a rat in his mouth, which is followed by a familiar shriek from a certain cook, who appears to have finished whatever chores he’d set Luffy on. 

“But not as big of a pain as your curly-eyebrowed boyfriend,” Zoro sighs, as the two of you make your way out of the storage room. 

Sanji has the rat in his hands, cradling it to his chest while Curry meows pathetically at his feet, attracting Miso, Gumbo, and Chowder, all meowing to see what is in Sanji’s hands. He’s never hidden anything from him, not unless it’s their dinner, which then turns to the four cats trying to claw their way up his legs. 

The moment you poke your head out of the door, and see what’s going on, you start to laugh, making Chowder turn to look at you, leaping off of his pants to prance towards you with a rather long mew. You scoop up the cat, watching as she sways slightly, completely limp in your arms, still meowing.  

“Sanji? You take the rat from our boy Curry?” You tilt your head, gently pulling the aforementioned cat off of your partner. 

“Yes— he nearly killed the poor thing,” Sanji peeks at the animal in his hands, cooing softly at it. 

“That’s… what they’re supposed to do,” Curry and Chowder are both now crawling over you, the most recent rat-catcher of the two balancing on your shoulders, purring happily and headbutting against you. “That’s why I asked for them.”

“They’ve been hunting rats this whole time?!” 

You blink in surprise at just how upset he sounds. “Yes…?”

The noise Sanji makes as he hurries to find Chopper makes you and Zoro share a glance, before you gently brush the cats off of you, following after him. When you find Sanji, he’s watching as Chopper is inspecting the little creature as you come up behind him. His worry about the little animal hits you through the bond, and you let out a surprised cough, to which Sanji turns to you with wide eyes. 

“Are you okay?” You ask him, as you walk towards him slowly. 

“Yeah— yeah, Parsley will be okay too,” Sanji says softly, and you pause. 

“...who’s Parsley?” 

“Our new pet,” Sanji gently takes the rat into his hands, and you hate how your heart squeezes over how it scurries to sit on the blond’s shoulder.  “Usopp said he’d help me build a proper cage for him too! With enrichment and hammocks,” he gently scratches under the rat’s chin, and you again, feel your heart squeeze at just how cute the image is. “Isn’t he cute?” 

But then the logic hits you, and you look from the rat, newly named Parsley, to your boyfriend. “...where’s the cage gonna go, Ji?”

It’s comical how blank his face goes, processing your question while Parsley manages to crawl up to sit on the top of his head. 

“Because I’m not gonna let them go back in the storage room.”

“I didn’t expect you to,” Sanji mumbles, bringing his hand up to his chin, still thinking very hard about the problem he’s created for himself. “Hm.”

“.... would it count as the storage room, if you split it in half?” 

Zoro’s input makes the both of you jump. On your part, you'd forgotten he'd been behind you when you went to find Sanji. Parsley squeaks in terror, from how the swordsman is holding Curry in his arms. The cat looks indifferent, having already been given a treat to reward him for his catch. Sanji scowls, and holds a now trembling rat in his hands. 

“You could make it into a room. Then we don’t have to leave when the seal’s on her cycle,” Zoro grunts, and you both look at each other. 

“I didn’t know you were capable of such logical thinking,”

“You were shocked that the cats were hunting rats! ”

"Don't you bring my innocent children into this! Curry is no murderer and I won't have you slandering him!" Sanji looks at the cat in Zoro's arms, cooing softly, "You didn't know, no you didn't, right my boy?" "Oh, forgive me, the cats that were doing their job, y'know, acting on their instincts,"

“How dare you say that, Mosshead, when the last two things that could be considered instincts are fighting actively for third place in your empty skull!”

You push yourself between them after that last insult, with a small sigh on your lips, leading them pair up to the galley where you can discuss the transformation of the storage room with the rest of the crew. When you present the reasoning behind the privacy for yourself and Sanji, it's a unanimous decision, to say the least. 

Reorganizing the storage room is shockingly easy when you have someone who can spawn a near-infinite number of arms and hands, shifting the room around with ease, while also moving the furniture around the ship. Robin laughs softly, head in her palm as you watch her do this in a matter of minutes. 

“You’re… mildly intimidating, do you know that?” You whisper, which makes the woman look at you again, an oddly warm smile on her lips. “And so are you, Enesidaon,” she leaves with a small pat to your head, who looks absolutely amazed by the newly created bedroom, setting his chin on your shoulder while wrapping his arms around your waist. “And here I thought we’d be working down to the wire,” Sanji mumbles, pressing a kiss to your cheek, before looking around the room, opening drawers, and looking at the newly built cage, with a very happy Parsley lounging in a hammock. You don’t miss the way he smiles at the rat, sticking his hands through the wire of the cage to stroke his head. Your stomach flutters, suddenly imagining him standing over a cradle with a gurgling pup in it. 

He turns to look at you, with a raised eyebrow, a dusting of blush along his cheeks. “Someone has baby fever,” Sanji teases, and you let out a low warble of annoyance, flopping onto your bed with your hands over your face.

“It’s not baby fever— my cycle is coming up, so it’s making everything all hormonal,” You mumble, looking away from him as he crawls over you on the bed, grinning with amusement at your excuses. “So that little pinch in the bond…?”

“ Maybe it’s baby fever,” You admit, and he kisses your cheek playfully. “But not anything I’ll be acting on for a while.” 

“I agree. We have a son to take care of already,” Sanji says rather solemnly, and you frown at him. 

“Three sons, two daughters. You better include the cats, even when you’re mad at them,” You pinch his cheeks and he concedes, laughing and reaching to tickle your sides, quickly devolving into breathless laughter as the two of you squirm on the bed. The normalcy of it all appeals to you, especially with how Sanji looks at you as though you’re the most precious thing in the world to him. How he’d sworn he’d never let anyone hurt you again. 

Pell would be happy to hear about that, you think. He’d want to know about how your life has changed since you’d seen him nearly seven months ago. 

You come to a decision rather quickly after that, snuggling into Sanji’s arms with a contented trill. 

Pell had never been one to read much. He’d keep track of the news, just to see if his old crewmates were up to anything. But he’s skeptical as to what exactly is true and what’s not. He’d started doubting the News Coo the moment that they’d changed Roger’s name. 

And just as he’s sipping a warm cup of cider, the usual seagull drops the paper beside him with a squawk, catching the coin that he tosses upwards without so much as a second look at the old selkie. Pell sighs, and unrolls it all with his free hand, reading through the front page in a bored manner only to find your crew staring back at him.

The cider sprays all over the deck, the mug dropped on the wood as Pell tries to stop himself from choking, looking down at the front page in utter shock. 

After his activity at Impel Down three months ago, infamous Gold Roger’s helmsman, Blackfin Pell, has returned to hiding. His current whereabouts are unknown but with the arrest of Portgas D. Ace, it’s thought that he’s taken refuge with the Whitebeard pirates. However, his bloodline appears to share the same sentiments for piracy, with his last surviving descendant, only known as The Blackfin Enesidaon, who is thought to have been a crew member of the Arlong Pirates. It is unclear if she has any ties to her grandfather, but she has been seen wielding her grandmother’s weapon and has inherited the rare Earth-Shaker ability that Rippled Coth possessed, as well as the Storm-Bringer ability that her grandfather was named for. 

Along with those abilities, Blackfin appears to be in alliance with the Straw Hat Crew, gaining a bounty of 35,000,000 berries, alongside the crew’s first mate, Roronoa Zoro, 60,000,000, and captain, Monkey D. Luffy, 100,000,000. 

The crew was last seen fleeing the Kingdom of Alabasta. It is unknown what part they played there, but it can only be thought to have been a part of the chaos that the former Warlord, Sir Crocodile, created. Any known whereabouts should be reported to the World Government for possible county collection. It is advised that no one under the level of Captain try to bring these pirates in.

You’re terrifying in the picture on your wanted poster. Tide is stuck in the ground, with a crack going towards the camera, and Pell can see the unconscious body of a…. sea-urchin-like woman tossed to the side alongside a man with oddly shaped…. nearly numerical, hair. Your eyes glow, and the scars on your arms seem to match the ethereal nature of it all. He can almost hear the rumbling of thunder based on the gray clouds hovering above. 

The article doesn’t paint you as the rather awkward pup he knows you are. No, this is not the quiet selkie that had wandered into his hardware store, flinching when he moved too suddenly. It paints you as the next Storm King, and Pell doesn’t know if he should be proud or horrified about that. 

A drought had been ended because of your anger. Rain that had stopped a civil war. Waves of rainwater sweeping through the streets of the capital city as you roared your anger for Baroque Works. And you’d passed out, he guessed, knowing how much of a toll that amount of work would have done on your still-recovering body. You’re alive, that much he knows, from the blurry picture of your crew’s ship in the distance. 

Back to the camera. Left arm in the air. All next to your crew mates.

He wants to shred the newspaper and give Morgans a piece of his mind for claiming you were a part of Arlong’s crew. That bastard of a bird needed a reminder of just how seals dealt with waterfowl, for making up those facts. Perhaps he could even get a good meal out of it— pan-seared albatross breast with capers sounded lovely , now that he thought of it. 

Should he call you?

He scratches at his beard, biting his lower lip just as he’d done whenever he was anxious about something. He’d wanted you to be the one to reach out. And he’s not entirely sure where you are at the moment– the paper made no mention of your current whereabouts, which is good! But the protective grandfather side of him wants to know where you are, and if you’re doing well. You look as though you’re doing fine— growing into a proper leopard seal, and learning how to wield Tide as well. 

Whitebeard leaned over his shoulder to read the paper, using a giant hand to take it from Pell, who’s stopped reading it altogether, too lost in his thoughts. “Pah. They don’t mention where they put Ace. Bastards.”

“They also implied my grandpup was a willing accomplice in Arlong’s tom fuckery.” Pell grows, and crumples the paper, tossing it onto the deck. “I should pluck that bird.”

Edward reaches over and carefully uncrumples the paper ball, reading the article. He raises an eyebrow, looking at the picture of you, as well as the new wanted poster.

“But did you see her debut bounty?” Whitebeard cackles. “35,000,000! That's a fair bit more than yours was! Nowhere near Coth’s, though.” He sighs, leaning back on the deck. “What a woman she was!”

“Adjust to the inflation, you old bastard! And don’t talk about my wife like you had a chance!” Pell barks back, leaning against the railing as he looks out onto the open water. Coth would know what to do. She��d know exactly what to say to you, and he misses her now more than ever. The familiar pur-ru-ru-ru-ru-ru of his transponder snail interrupts his thoughts of his late mate. 

“Hello?” He holds the little creature up to his mouth with a sigh, still looking out on the waves.

“Uhm. Hi…. Pop? It’s me.” 

Pell nearly drops the snail the moment he hears your voice.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Idk if i can make a request rn but here it goes!

Can i request a human reader who is an incredibly powerful witch who tampers with dark magic

And while they're figthing with the ror! Boys she basically decimates the fight with ease all because to the numerous powerful spells they had

But the figthing suprisingly ends in a draw

Thank you!

-Your immense power is what allowed you to come to Valhalla, after you died, saving your cat, Whisper, only to find out he died shortly after you and came with you to Valhalla.

-The two of you lived peacefully in a large, lush forest, getting along with those who would seek you out, many who knew you were a powerful witch, wanting your assistance, natural remedies and healing balms rather than love potions, you left that up to Aphrodite.

-You were rather reserved compared to other powerful beings in Valhalla, rather wanting to be by yourself, just you, your cat, and your garden.

-However, reservation did not mean you were weak, not by any means, you had quickly proven yourself to others, mainly warriors, that just because you didn’t physically fight like them, you were no pushover.

-That’s why Brunnhilde sought you out, wanting you to fight for humanity in Ragnarok; not many humans were skilled with magic, and even fewer were as strong as you.

-While you could care less with what happened to humanity, as they were the ones to eventually kill you and Whisper, but you were still a human yourself, and you weren’t about to die again, not without a fight!

-Your opponent was a very powerful god, one who could actually give you a challenge, something you didn’t get very often.

-Your opponent was very quick to underestimate you, as he could tell you weren’t strong, physically at least, trying to attack you.

-The whites of your eyes turned bloody red and the irises turned pitch black as you were able to catch his blow with ease, blowing him instantly back as a black shadowy claw took over your right arm.

-The crowds were stunned to see dark magic, as was (God) before a smirk appeared on your lips, “My turn~”

-Your fight was one of the longest ones, as you proved that you weren’t a pushover and you weren’t going down without a fight, something (God) admired, seeing your drive.

-He powered up his most powerful attack once more and you cupped your hands in front of your heart, a red and black flame appearing between them, charging up your most powerful attack as well, Obsidian Blaze.

-The cloud of dust that covered the arena, leaving everyone blind to who was the victor and some wind gods were quick to try to clear it out.

-Eyes went wide to see you both unconscious, but neither fatally wounded, your battle was a draw.

-It was three hours later before you finally woke up, Whisper sitting beside your head, licking your cheek softly.

-You were surprised but happy to see that you were alive, a small smile on your lips as you lifted your hand to his head, scratching gently, “What happened?”

-Your cat meowed, turning his head to look over and you were surprised, seeing (God) in the next bed, roughed up just like you were, looking over at you, sitting up while you were laying down still, at least until a nurse came over to help you sit up, propping you up.

-Thor- He didn’t seem too upset that your fight ended in a draw, “You were strong, witch maiden- err- Y/N. I haven’t found many who can match me in strength.” You offered him a small smile as Whisper crawled into your arms, purring contently, “The same to you, Thor, it’s nice to get a good workout like this, even if I am sore all over now.” He chuckled, finding you funny. Despite being opponents in the arena, you were friendly with each other, speaking kindly, like you were friends. Whisper surprised the both of you by going over to him to get scratches, as your cat didn’t like anyone but you, which made you smile, “You must be special, Whisper doesn’t like anyone.” Thor chuckled softly, scratching Whisper under his chin, “You flatter me, I should be the one flattering you.” You giggled warmly, which made him smile, you had a feeling he was going to be a good friend.

-Hajun- He was silent for a few long moments, just staring at you, “How does the darkness not take you?” you were surprised by his question before offering a smile while Whisper was cuddled up to your side, purring loudly, “Think of darkness as an opponent, you can either let it win, or beat it into submission.” He chuckled softly at your description, finding it simple to understand. Hajun looked over again as you spoke, “You were really strong, it’s not often I get to go all out on an opponent.” He laughed loudly, amused by your words before he nodded in agreement, “I was hoping for a strong opponent, but I was surprised to see that it was a maiden who kicked my ass! I’ll never underestimate you again!” you cupped your cheek, smiling warmly, “Aww~ that’s so sweet of you to say. But between us, I like it when I get underestimated, I love seeing the shock on the faces of others.” He chuckled again, calling you a cruel woman which made you laugh, the two of you easily getting along.

-Odin- His eye bore into you, focused, as he had never seen someone, let alone a human maiden, control dark magic so easily, it looked like child’s play! Whisper meowed up at you, his paws on your chest as he licked your cheek softly, making you smile gently, scratching him under his chin gently before Odin spoke, “How is it that you can control dark magic so easily? I don’t even try to use it often because of the toll it takes on my body.” You smiled warmly over at him, treating him kindly, “Practice and patience, dark magic- to me at least, is way harder than any other magic I’ve come across, even fire magic or healing magic. I spent years working on it on Earth, then when I came here, I had plenty of time to train my skills.” He nodded softly, impressed with your abilities, “Once we’re out of the infirmary, would you like to get a drink? I want to discuss your training methods and compare them to my own.” You sent him a small wink, lightly flirting, “So our fight was our first date and drinks on our second~ sounds like fun to me.” You took him off guard as a smile appeared, amused at your quick thinking, you were quite the woman.

[talesoflaydbellandtheblackcat]

Car behavior

Rosebelle and Spencer have swapped miraculouses for this one btw.

Misterbell made his way through Paris, a bit bored and worried, as he had no idea where Lady Cat was when she was supposed to be patrolling with him. She usually never left him hanging as communication was important for them. He landed underneath one of the bars of the Eiffel Tower, taking out his yo-yo to call her possibly.

"Maybe she's just bus-" He was cut off by her staff dropping and hitting him on the head. After groaning in pain, he looked up to see her leg dangling over one of the platforms on the tower. He panicked, which was totally an appropriate response to the situation. Being to overthinker he was, he automatically assumed she was dead or injured.

He quickly flew up to the platform she was on, landing with a hard thud. "Oh God, please don't be hurt please don't be hurt please don't be-" He stopped muttering to himself when he noticed she was curled up in a sleeping position, snoring quietly. He blinked before letting out a small sigh of relief, sitting next to her. "Thank God…"

After a few minutes, he began to softly pat her head as she slept. She then got up and stretched, causing Misterbell to briefly flinch. Lady Cat squinted her eyes at him before scooting over and laying her head on his chest instead, curling up around him. He was a lot more comfortable than hard metal, after all.

Misterbell was about as red as his suit right now, but he decided to lock in and make sure she was comfortable by readjusting his position slightly and pulling her closer to him. He continued to pet her from there, causing her to purr softly.

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"Seriously, how do you even come up with these plans? They're amazing!" Misterbell praised. Lady Cat nodded, appreciating his words. "Well, one of us has to be the smart one." She booped his nose lightly. "But in all seriousness, I'm really glad you acknowledge it…you're amazing too..of course…" A small vibrating sensation came from her chest but she didn't register it yet. "I wouldn't be able to-" She cut herself off, realizing she was a cat and this could only mean one thing. "Fuck."

"Lady? That sound.." Misterbell froze. "No…there's no way.. You can purr too?? I had no idea you could do that! That's adorable…can you control it? Can you do it again?? Pleaaaaaase..??" Lady Cat put her ears and head down in embarrassment, covering her face.

"Yeah, I'm gonna go jump off the Eiffel Tower now." She grimaced, standing up to leave. "No, my Lady, wait!! Let me at least hear it one last time!! Kitty please!!"

"Absolutely not, bye."

(dw y'all she came back and let him hear it THEN jumped off of the tower <3)

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'I am so bored.' Misterbell whined, looking around. 'I finished patrolling far too early. Maybe I should run again? No..I'd miss Lady if I do that again..I jguess I'll just wait for her here. I hope she comes soon, she's so fun to spend time with..'

Misterbell huffed. 'I still don't have anything to do. What would happen if I called out for my lucky charm?' He thought. 'Eh, might as well.' "Lucky Charm." He threw his yo-yo into the air, and the item he received was….unexpected. "A laser pointer??"

"What am I supposed to do with this?" He asked, pointing it around. Little did he know, Lady Cat was blocks behind him, and had just finished her patrol. "Ay dios mio, too many people needed help today. I can feel my big backed excuse of a kwami complaining." She was probably about to air out her grievances some more before she noticed the red laser light from the laser pointer, her ears and tail perked up, her pupils blowing wide.

She pressed her palms against the wall, flipping them back to face her. When the laser wasn't on it, she looked up and continued chasing after it. Misterbell just waved the thing around recklessly, not really noticing he was holding it incorrectly.

"The hell? It doesn't even work." He turned it around, realizing he had it the wrong way. "Shit, I was holding it backwards. I'm an idiot." He pointed it towards his chest to see how it looked on him before he was ambushed. "MREOW!"

"Ack!" He fell on his back with a thud. If it weren't for him wearing the suit, he probably wouldn't have gotten up for a hot while. "Ughhh…." He groaned in pain, holding his head and chest. Lady Cat immediately looked ashamed and guilty, her ears and tail falling as she tried desperately to explain herself. "I'msosorryIdidn'tmeantoIjustsawthelightand-" She continued to babble, which led Misterbell to realize something.

'Hm…so the pointer was to use on her..??' A large grin came to his face as she stared at her smugly. 'Oh this is perfect. Thank you, Tikki.' He thought to himself. Lady Cat went silent, looking at him with fear as he stared at her. Bell…why are you looking at me like that?? Bell??"

these ideas were inspired by a certain someone hehe (iykyk)

@coquettesophia the food is here.

[cream-and-tea]

LAY ME DOWN. chapter six excerpt. unedited. featuring: fivers attempt at honest conversation at a very bad time, the first of many. a category five Pallas Mental Illness Moment. thoughts of violence.

[transcript under the cut]

don’t ask if i’m posting this excerpt just to make this joke. you already know the answer. anyways me when i try to comfort the teenager that HATES me.

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Pallas leans their head against the stone railing and tries to think calming thoughts. Colour-coded notes, pens lined up in a perfectly neat row, the feeling of freshly laundered clothes against their skin, old-book smell, sticking their thumbs into Calliope’s eyes and watching his head explode like an overripe melon dropped onto concrete…

No. Not that. Not now. Cold water. The bite of frost in early morning air. Coffee so hot it scalds their taste buds going down. Slowly, infinitesimally, they allow themself to breathe.

Then sound, the scuff of a boot against the floor. For a split second of stupidity Pallas considers that merely thinking about Calliope has summoned her to torment them like some kind of bloody mary demon. They spin sharply on a heel, bristled, already narrowed in on a heartbeat and ready for a fight; only to find someone far worse darkening the tower door.

The man, tall and rangy with waves of blond hair pulled unsuccessfully back from his face, stops dead in his tracks, hands raised in the universal gesture for surrender. Fiver (as in the fictional rabbit, not the currency) looks, as always, like a problem that should have been dealt with years ago.

Pallas narrows their eyes, not moving an inch. “How did you know I was here?”

He shrugs, signature laissez-faire smile painted across his face, signature gaudy coat brushing just above his ankles. He's wearing red heart-shaped sunglasses and the overall effect is patently ridiculous.

Pallas isn’t certain why the Director tolerates Fiver at all. He’s a wanderer and a wretch who doesn’t even have his name logged in the ledger. He appeared out of the blue when Pallas was a child and has spent the years since darting in and out of The Library's halls whenever it suits him, like a stray cat who only wanders back when the weather gets cold. He’s far past the age of a student and yet hasn't taken up any official post, so Pallas has deduced that he is either an man so abominably foolish that the Director considers him below her notice, or he somehow holds knowledge that could be useful to the cause, in which case it’s not their place to question her. They don’t have to be cheerful about it though, not when Fiver knows things about Pallas that no one should know and insists on popping in and out of their life as if he doesn’t.

“Lucky gue-”

“You followed me.” Pallas cuts him off so they don’t have to listen to his voice. They narrow their eyes. Fiver takes a step further onto the balcony as if he has any right to.

“Calm down pal-o-mine, my ears were popping three floors away. I think everyone in this building can tell you’re out of it. I came to the place furthest away from everybody else. Trip not go so well?” He has a smile like the Cheshire Cat, it doesn’t once slip from his face. Instead of answering Pallas turns around to face the air. That’s right, they think, you’re so little of a threat to me that I don’t even care that I’m leaving myself exposed to attack from behind.

“Yeah, it’s like that sometimes,” Fiver continues lightly. “Hope it wasn’t a total horrorshow at least.”

Pallas crosses their arms on the railing and leans their chin on them. If they ignore him long enough eventually he will give up and leave. Still the footsteps draw closer and then, horribly, he appears next to them, leaning his arms against the railing as well. They resist the urge to move away, opting to keep staring straight ahead and trying not to think about the dirt smeared on their cheeks or the pine sap making their fingers stick together or their messy hair or anything else that will confirm to Fiver that they’re just as weak as he obviously believes. Heat floods to their face, ugly and rioting. What does he know? What does he know about anything?

They want to wash their jacket. They want to take everything out of their jacket pockets and arrange it all on a table and throw out anything that’s useless and then wash their jacket and then after it’s clean put everything back in the pockets and feel satisfied about all the excellent objects they have in their pockets and how well organized it all is. They don’t want anyone to look at them. They don't want to talk to Fiver, especially today, when thoughts that usually stay locked in the back of their mind have been so quick to claw their way to the surface.