#zero ideas head empty

[apheliia]

guys what flavor of deranged should the next abundance oc be

[caterpillarinacave]

y’all I am losing my mind

[normiematsu]

failgirl oc concept. tries to appear normie passing but is actually really extremely into anime to the point she would fistfight someone for disrespecting her favs. constantly spending all her money on crane machines but always walks away empty handed. never keeps up with dyeing her roots but always complains about them anyway. needs a giant bag or backpack at all times to be Prepared™. is this anything

[hb-writes]

Totally ridiculous but every time Nicki (Jenny’s mom/ Jake’s ex) shows up in one tree hill, my immediate thought is that she’s a vampire.

[hiding-in-the-vault]

i made a few dsmp trainer cards/sprites when i did more custom spritework. i dont remember most of the teams tho. i think c!wilbur would have a braviary

OOhh that's so cool!! :0 I bet they looked great!

Braviary for cwilbur amuses me for multiple reasons. I support it TvT

[rocker-socks]

Writing a Batfam story that involves tales (unironically think Bratz Kidz Fairy Tales) and while i have Tim and Damian down (Rapunzel and Cinderella respectively, with changes made for Cinderella to be more appropriate for Damian) i am struggling so hard coming up with the others so if anyone has ideas i would be So Appreciative

[bywons]

JUST MARRIED 、 psh

𝗔𝗟𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗟𝗬────𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄 𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍, 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎

❪ 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝒾𝐒 ❫ ｡ 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖻𝖺𝖽!𝗉𝗌𝗁 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋 1OO3wc 𖥔 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ──𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻��� 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 drinking 贅沢 ／ 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐄

★REBLOGPLEASE

“baby, please please,” sunghoon mumbles gibberish as he struggles to stand still, “it’s such a good idea, just hear me out!”

under the heavy influence of alcohol and the aftermath of some questionable yet impressive breakdancing at your friend’s wedding, sunghoon now stands flushed and breathless—face red, tie askew, a few shirt buttons undone. his tuxedo is bundled in your arms, and his hands are on your shoulders, trying to stabilize himself.

“we n-need to get married and—” hiccup “and, and m-move in—” hiccup “—will- will be the best hubby f-for you” hiccup

sunghoon grips your shoulders tighter, his weight tipping dangerously forward every time he leans in, eyes half-lidded with determination and booze-fueled affection. his lips purse in slow motion, aiming clumsily for yours.

you push a hand firmly against his chest. “nope. not happening.”

“my wife,” he whines, stumbling back a few steps on the empty road in front of the event, before striding towards you again, “you hurt me, i r-really need you!”

“sunghoon, the cab will be here any minute—”

you couldn’t even finish your sentence as sunghoon slumps his whole body weight over you, gathering you into a bear hug.

somehow, you manage to create a fair space between the two of you. pressing your hands on his chest, you try to push back as sunghoon wraps his arms around your waist and rests his head on your shoulders.

“i love you,” he barely makes coherent sentences, snuggling his face at the crook of your neck, his lips gently pressing against it, “please marry me. we could elope. vegas. tomorrow.”

you laugh, something between blushing, humour and your heart swelling up to his words. you muster all your strength and push him until he’s just one arm away.

“i swear to god,” you sigh, trying to pry him off as his tux almost slips away from your hold, “you will wake up with zero memory tomorrow morning.”

“i don’t need memory,” sunghoon pouts again, chuckling out loud as he comes closer to you again, stumbling and swaying in his steps as he cups your face, “my body knows, my lips .. know.”

before you can say anything, he leans in and connects his lips with yours in the sloppiest, neediest kiss ever.

your brain short circuits.

his mouth is warm and clumsy, moving with unplanned precision against yours than he usually has— this is all desperation and tipsy affection. he hiccups once, twice into the kiss, chuckling before reconnecting his lips with yours. you feel your knees becoming weaker.

you try to push him away but he only leans in even more, humming into the kiss like he has been craving this all night. he slides his hand up your back, pressing you impossibly close to him, both his hands anchoring to your body.

he pulls back just a little, lips brushing yours, eyes fluttering. “you taste like forever,” he whispers, so seriously that your chest tightens despite the absurdity.

“sunghoon, there are still people here—” you gasp, pulling him back by his raven hair. he winces as the pull softly, but refuses to let you go.

“there’s no one here but us and destiny,” he breathes, and kisses you again before you can even roll your eyes.

this time the kiss is slower, softer, he tilts his head to kiss you deeper, his hands soon finding your cheeks. although he reeked of alcohol still, you couldn’t shake him away. you gasp softly as he tilts his head, deepening it—his mouth opening against yours with such yearning, you nearly forget where you are. his lips trail down to your jaw for a second, then back up, brushing teasingly slow before capturing your bottom lip again with a sigh.

“sunghoon,” you whisper against him, dizzy, drunk in love as well. but sunghoon only hums against your lips, and kisses them soft. slow. longer and lingering, blushing like he’s kissing for the first time.

“enough now,” you pant for breath as he pulls away, hitting his chest, “we have to go— what are you doing?”

sunghoon suddenly drops down on his knees. like, actually drops, hard, on the pavement outside the wedding venue with flickering lights still on.

you gape, “oh my god, ‘hoon! get up, you’re ruining your pants!”

“no!” he shouts, well, slurs incoherently while his arms wrap around your waist, “this is it. i have waited for this and i will say it.”

“get up—”

“y/n,” he cuts you off, dramatically clutching at his chest like he’s been shot. “i am so, so in love with you. like there is nothing in this world i wouldn’t do for you and—”

“oh my god.”

he takes a deep breath, then grabs your hand in both of his, pressing it to his heart. “marry me,” he says, eyes shiny with sincerity and tequila. “please. i’ll be so good. i’ll do the dishes. i’ll learn to cook. i’ll stop trying to do flips at weddings. probably.”

“you’re so drunk,” you try to lean in, eyes pricking with tears of both laughter and yearning.

“but I’m serious,” he insists, eyes locking onto yours like they’re the only steady thing in his spinning world. “i want to marry you. tonight. tomorrow. whenever. just—say yes. please, baby, please.”

“sunghoon, baby,” you sigh, controlling your chuckle as you start to caress his neck and face, “get up.”

“if i—” hiccup “get up, will you marry me?” sunghoon pouts.

“yes!” you almost shout, a little laughter escaping you. your heart aches, he is a total mess, drunk to the nose, shit crumples and knees dirty from the pavement as he stands up. but through all of that, you know he means all of it.

“okay,” sunghoon straightens his back, holding your hands, “we are married now. can i kiss my bride?”

you almost cry, tugging softly at his hands, “yes.”

he doesn’t waste no time, immediately capturing your lips in his, pulling you impossibly close again. hands resting on your cheeks, sunghoon truly loves you.

스루 ܃ never lower your standards, if your man doesn’t get on his knees for you, boy next 😹

© bywons, 2025 div ctto —taglist open ! nets. @/k-labels @kflixnet @k-films

[peachesofteal]

Raspberry Girl Previous + masterlist + AO3 Simon Riley/female reader CW: 18+ daddy kink, sickfic, SFW, requested.

Mara is surprised to see him. "Hey Captain Riley."

He nods. “She in the back?” The knit between her eyebrows is quizzical, and she shakes her head.

“What? No… she went home. Hours ago. Said she didn’t feel well.” He doesn’t bother to school his expression into neutrality, and she turns sheepish, like somehow she’s the one in trouble now. “I told her to call you. She was nearly falling asleep back there. Almost face planted in the batter of these cookies.” She points to an artfully arranged tower of chocolate chip cookies, their little placard labeling them as ‘brown butter’. What that means, he’s not sure. 

“How long ago did she leave?” He had no idea you were sick. Worse, you didn’t say anything. You lied by omission, sending your usual morning text messages, your before lunch check in with zero mention of feeling unwell. 

He’s not angry with you, because he understands you. This is uneven footing, new territory, a lot to learn for his little fawn. You’re finding your way in this new life, and he has plenty of time.

 A learning experience, that’s all this is. 

“Like… an hour ago? Maybe two?” A frown tugs his lips towards his chin. 

“Her car is still in the lot.” 

“Oh yeah… she walked.” Walked? You walked? 

Your ass is going to be sore for a week. 

There’s a queue forming behind him, so he steps back, gives her a parting glance before turning to leave. “Thanks Mara.” 

“Tell her I hope she feels better!” 

You live on the fourth floor. The elevator in your building is busted, along with the front door’s lock, and there are no cameras, no security, nothing stopping anyone from walking inside. 

Just his baby in a fourth floor apartment with a measly deadbolt and chain. 

You’ll be so much happier at home with him.

It takes three tries for you to come to the door, and when you find him on the other side, your expression splits in two, one side saturated with relief, the other, buzzing with nerves, but somehow still half asleep. 

“H-hi.” You croak, sweating and shivering, standing there in only a t-shirt. 

Miserable. You look miserable. 

“Sweet girl,” he breathes, stepping inside, immediately placing the back of his hand to your forehead, trailing down your chin to find your pulse fluttering beneath your jaw. It’s elevated, and you’re burning up, tears gathering on your waterline, threatening to fall.

"D-daddy," you hiccup, trembling, reaching for him just as he pulls you into his chest with a palm against your neck, rubbing circles at your nape as he takes a quick look around. He’s never been inside your apartment before, though he’s been tempted multiple times, made the trip to your building often, ensuring you’re home safe, watching the comings and goings of others who live here, looking for any red flags or reasons for immediate concern. He’s inspected empty units, tested the standard locks, checked for mold and mildew. It’s adequate, but your own flat is too cramped, and he knows you feel boxed in. 

"I'm here baby, I'm here. Let me look at you." He tips your chin up and moves into your line of sight, glassy, glazed eyes tracking him the whole way. "Have you seen a doctor?”

“No,” you sniffle, immediately planting your face back into his sternum, “’s just a cold.” 

“You don’t get a fever with a cold sweetheart. Have you taken anything?” He doesn't panic. It's not in his programming, not a part of his reality but seeing you like this, in distress, suffering, is starting to rewire long dormant standards.

“Don’t have a fever.” There’s a short hallway across the living room, two doors on either end, one he assumes is your bedroom, and he starts moving that way, keeping you tucked against him. “I took some naproxen.” You’re floating along with his direction without a single peep, barely recognizing where you are when he sits you down on the edge of your bed. 

First things first. He has to get you out of these clothes and into something dry. “This has to come off baby girl, it’s wet.” 

“Wet?” You’re barely holding yourself up, and he probably only has a few minutes before you’re out. 

“Your body is trying to regulate it's temperature, so you've been sweating.” He finds pajamas in the top drawer of your dresser, lips rolling into a smile as he unfurls the t-shirt. “Gremlins?” You throw him a squinty glare. 

“It’s a good movie.” He brushes his lips across your forehead, tasting the slick of salt before pulling away and tapping your shoulders. 

“Arms up.” You oblige without question, the trust that sometimes gets lost in this newfound dance shining through brilliantly. His hands brush against your ribs, your belly as he slides them beneath the hem of your shirt and tries not to wince at the scorching temperature of your skin. “Good girl. Don’t want you going back to sleep all sweaty do we?” He quickly pats the sheets, relieved to find them dry. 

“No daddy.” Such a sweet girl. You roll instinctively, burrowing in the mound of things in your bed, knees curling up towards your belly. There are at least three different colored fuzzy blankets in your bed, six pillows, and a stuffed cat of some kind, something about it vaguely familiar but difficult to place. A crumpled notebook with loopy handwriting and small drawings adorning the pages is wedged beneath your hip, and there’s a kindle sitting on the other side along with an empty water bottle. The frame itself has a shelf at the head of the bed, and it’s lined with stuff… a small lamp, a ceramic cupcake, a collection of seashells, chapstick, lotion, an empty mug, a glowing mushroom, along with two pairs of glasses and a few candles. It’s clear this is your space, where you’re safe and comfortable, a nest of your own making, a place just for you, and it’s fitting, all of it. Each little piece is perfect just like you. 

He lets you sleep while he cleans and refills your water bottle, finds the naproxen and your towels, pulling a washcloth out so he can run it under cold water for your head. You definitely have a fever, but if you can break it on your own there’s no reason to take you to a doctor. Time will tell, but if it gets worse, you’ll have to go immediately. 

Tally marks for today’s transgressions sit quietly on a slate in the back of his mind for far later, satisfying realization settling in against his soul. You’ve earned a spanking, and stricter rules. 

It’s a fine line. He doesn’t punish for the sake of punishing, there’s nothing good in it for him, or you, but he will punish you for things like this, things that put you in harms way, things like not telling him you’re sick and in need of help. Things like fucking walking ten blocks home. He’ll punish you for stepping outside a boundary, or failing to follow a rule, all of it a double edged sword, one he wields delicately, because often, punishments come with their own rewards, whether they be emotional or physical.

You rouse a bit when he comes back, making little sounds as he props you up to take more medicine, dabs the cold washcloth around your face, cooling you down and wiping some of the stale sweat away. He smooths a palm over your forehead. “We’re going to have a long talk about rules when you’re feeling better.” 

“Mmkay.” You press your nose into his neck. “Are you going to lay with me?” He kisses your temple. 

“In a little bit, I have some work to take care of. Close your eyes for now.” You nuzzle down into the mattress against his thigh and he can’t resist placing his hand atop your head, holding you there, your cheek bleeding heat through his pants, warm, wet breath building a damp spot. 

“But you’ll be here?” You mumble it, and like you’re afraid the answer will be no, you wrap an arm around the width of his thigh. He chuckles. 

“I’ll be right here.” 

[deathofacupid]

ᡣ𐭩 content — neurosurgeon!gojo. fluff, slight smut. part of a grey's anatomy!au, also gojo's part of the series. lowkey thanks anonnie <33

neurosurgeon!gojo who you wake up beside, startled, in the early dawn of the morning. it's a head full of white, fluffy hair that greets you, and an alarm clock blaring in your face.

neurosurgeon!gojo who you hurriedly kick out of your bed, trying to shoo him out.

neurosurgeon!gojo who just pouts, "aw, already, pretty?" you'd pouted, discontent with the ache of your thighs. the last thing you needed was to be late and sore to work.

on your first day, too.

neurosurgeon!gojo who's not really listening, not as you practically bite his head off, lecturing him about the way a one-night stand works. one night. then, bye-bye. he's too busy chuckling at you, how adorable you look, with your brows knit like that.

not half as adorable as last night, though, when you'd screamed your throat raw, begging mercy from him — his hips snapping against yours. hands gripping your waist, deep enough to leave bruises.

neurosurgeon!gojo who wonders if there really are bruises. he will admit, he wants a peek, but this doesn't seem like the right time. rigidly, with a grin on his face (one that you can't seem to look away from), he shoves his scrawled out number into your hands.

and, well, if taking it is going to get him out, you'll take it.

neurosurgeon!gojo who you run into at the hospital. literally. it's not completely your fault, they should know better than to let an intern run around like that. papers scattered, binders flying.

"i'm so sorry," you'd gushed, to neurosurgeon!gojo, before realizing that it's him. mcdreamy from last night. jesus.

neurosurgeon!gojo who simply laughs, helping you re-organize. "i didn't know this is where you worked."

"i didn't know this is where you worked," you'd shot back. "just, i'm— i'm looking for dr. gojo? chief of—" your eyes trail down, flickering across his name-tag, and then doing a double take.

"oh, god," you whisper.

"hey, you said that last night, too." neurosurgeon!gojo must think he's funny, but you're in total shock.

"oh, god," running a hand though your hair, you repeat. "i slept with my boss. and then kicked him out."

neurosurgeon!gojo who's beaming, "see? this is why you should always be kind to your one-night stand."

neurosurgeon!gojo who you don't know how to act around. him giving you eyes that scream i've seen you naked don't help, either. even if he means to, or not.

well, he probably means to.

oh, and you try. seriously, you try. you avoid him like crazy, even if it means having to give up on some amazing surgeries. he was an attending. the head of neurosurgery. if anyone was to get in trouble, it would be you — the mousy, new intern.

neurosurgeon!gojo who doesn't give up. not even after you've explained this to him for the nth time. "so, fine," he shrugs, "no one will know."

"it's not just— i mean, you're older!" you stress, pacing in the empty hallway.

"that wasn't a problem when you used me for my body," neurosurgeon!gojo says, hiding a smug smile.

"that's not— i wasn't— look, no. it's not a good idea."

"don't knock it, 'til you try it."

"i'm not sure this applies here."

neurosurgeon!gojo who finally gets you to go to joe's with him, under the condition it would lead to nothing else. and, well, it didn't. (to your subtle disappointment, you wouldn't admit.)

neurosurgeon!gojo doesn't need sex to woo you. he's done the woo-ing alread, which is why it's so hard to refuse him, when he's dropping you off on your front door, kissing your cheek. "so... next time?"

neurosurgeon!gojo smirks. you sigh. him: one, you: zero.

[kxsagi]

i have a request (i never know know to begin one) so you know that one tiktok trend where you have two parents and their child. And one if the parents gets one cookie and the child two and the other parent non to see if she child can share imagine that with the blue lock character and their kids (you can write whoever you want) and its always so cute and funny one even started to cry for theirbparent, one took the cookie.of their dad and gave it to the mom and my fav the child straight up gave it to the parent without question

“𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞”

a/n: miss cath pls never stop slaying with your ideas ❤️

alternated between son, daughter, and unnamed kid

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, chigiri hyoma, karasu tabito, bachira meguru, kaiser michael, shidou ryusei, itoshi sae, ness alexis

isagi yoichi

you and isagi set up the test all excited, hyping up your toddler like, “he’s gonna share, he’s the sweetest!” 

you hand out the cookies – two for baby, one for you, and nothing for isagi. 

your son blinks at the cookies, blinks at isagi, and then immediately places one of his cookies into isagi’s hand without a second thought. like zero hesitation. it’s instinct. 

isagi’s entire soul leaves his body. 

he’s tearing up. you’re tearing up. even the baby is grinning all proud. 

“yoichi, are you crying?” 

“n-no, i mean yes, look at our kid! he’s already a team player!!!” 

he talks about it for weeks. won’t stop showing everyone the video. 

itoshi rin

you had to beg rin to do the trend bc he doesn’t see the point. 

“she’s obviously gonna pick you. you’re her favorite.” (he says it so flatly too.) 

but he finally agrees. 

you hand out the cookies, rin sits there quietly with his empty plate. 

your kid... stares. she stares so hard at rin. 

lips quivering, eyes watering. 

and then she starts sobbing 😭 

full-blown meltdown. 

“no cookie for dada???” she sobs. 

rin freezes. doesn’t know what to do. ends up just picking the kid up and cradling her like, “it’s okay. i don’t need a cookie. don’t cry. please.” 

you’re dying laughing while filming it. 

rin’s just muttering to the baby like, “you’re too sensitive... you get that from your mom.” 

nagi seishiro

honestly, nagi didn’t even realize what was happening. 

you gave him an empty plate and he just sat there like “oh. guess i’m last.” 

meanwhile your kid is eyeing both cookies in front of her like it’s the biggest decision of her life. 

she picks up both cookies. 

and you’re thinking like awww is she gonna share? 

NOPE. 

she gives both cookies to you. 

nagi: 😐 

you: 😭 

baby: 🥰✨ 

nagi just shrugs and lays down with his head in your lap like, “that’s fine. you’re gonna share with me anyway, right?” 

(and you do. bc he looks too cute and pathetic.) 

mikage reo

reo is SO cocky before you even start. 

“our kid loves me too much to leave me with nothing. you’ll see.” 

you’re like okay big shot let’s find out. 

you hand out the cookies and reo instantly starts pouting dramatically. 

your kid is just chilling. happily munching his cookie. not even looking at reo. 

reo fake whines, “what about daddy? daddy’s hungry tooooo~” 

your toddler LAUNCHES a cookie at him like it’s a grenade. 

(he meant to share. he just has zero hand-eye coordination lol.) 

reo catches it mid-air and gasps like he just got proposed to. 

acts like he won an oscar. 

“i’d like to thank my beautiful child for believing in me...” 

you’re laughing so hard you’re snorting. 

chigiri hyoma

chigiri’s super chill about it, just giving you a soft smile when he sees you have a cookie and he doesn’t. 

your kid IMMEDIATELY notices tho. 

like she didn’t even take a bite yet – she sees dad’s empty plate and her little eyebrows furrow all concerned. 

then she hands over a cookie to chigiri with this very solemn, serious face. like it’s a ceremony. 

chigiri plays along, accepts it with both hands like she gave him sacred treasure. 

bows his head a little like he’s receiving a medal. 

you’re sitting there like why are they both so dramatic LMAO. 

cutest thing ever though. you post the video and it goes viral. 

karasu tabito

karasu would try to cheat at first. 

tries to sneak a sad face at the kid to guilt-trip them. 

your kid sees through it IMMEDIATELY. 

literally points at him and goes, “faker.” 😭 

karasu gasps so loud, clutches his chest like he’s been mortally wounded. 

“baby girl, how could you betray me like this?” 

ends up stealing one of the cookies off your plate and running away like a gremlin. 

your toddler thinks it’s hilarious and chases after him. 

the video is just pure chaos. 

bachira meguru

oh this one’s instant. 

bachira pouts exaggeratedly, making big sad eyes. 

your kid just grins all mischievous and feeds him the cookie. 

like literally sticks it into his mouth with his chubby little hands. 

bachira starts laughing mid-bite, which makes your toddler giggle uncontrollably, which makes you laugh too. 

it’s just a big spiral of giggles and crumbs everywhere. 

the purest, happiest family vibes. 

kaiser michael

“what do you mean i don’t get a cookie? i’m the man of the family.” 

very offended before you even start. 

you roll your eyes and hand out the plates. 

your kid, chaotic little gremlin, takes all the cookies. 

and gives both to you. 

kaiser looks so betrayed. 

he’s like “how dare you choose her over me??? i thought we had something special???” 

meanwhile your kid is giggling like “mommy’s the best!” and clinging to your leg. 

kaiser acts all hurt and sulky for five minutes until you shove a cookie in his mouth and give him a kiss. 

then he’s fine again lol. 

shidou ryusei

shidou immediately makes a huge scene when he doesn’t get a cookie. 

“hey! what is this injustice?!” 

your kid’s like 😐 and just stares at him. 

shidou tries to work his charm, all “come on, buddy. daddy’s hungry tooooo~” 

he literally hands over both cookies at the same time and walks off like, “there, done.” 

shidou’s left standing there stunned. 

“wait... what? that’s it? no big speech, no big drama? nothing?” 

you’re dying, while your son just shrugs and starts playing with his toys, clearly satisfied with his cookie diplomacy. 

shidou still insists on making it dramatic though, waving his cookie around like a trophy and making “victory” noises. 

“i may have gotten no cookies, but i’m still the king of this house!” 

your kid rolls his eyes. 

itoshi sae

sae... is too smooth for this. he’s lowkey a little smug about the whole thing. 

“you’re really going to give me nothing? i’m offended, darling.” 

you hand out the cookies, and your kid looks at the cookies... then looks at you, then at sae, and just gives you one of her cookies without question. 

sae’s left there with no cookie. 

he’s watching it all happen, like in slow motion. 

you’re trying so hard not to laugh while sae just... blinks. 

“... i see. so this is how it is.” 

your kid grins proudly, as if she solved some big mystery. 

sae stares at you with a look like, i’m not even mad. i’m just disappointed. 

“well, at least i know who the real favorite is.” 

you’re like, babe, you’re still the most handsome, you know that right? 

he just grumbles, looking away. 

you’re dying and your kid is straight-up chilling in the background. 

ness alexis

ness is not okay with not getting a cookie. 

he pretends to be all chill, but you can see the twitch in his eye as he watches your kid get two cookies and you get one. 

the kid doesn’t even hesitate. 

she just looks at you, then hands both cookies over to you. 

ness looks like he’s been betrayed. 

“this… this is unacceptable.” 

he dramatically holds his hand out like please, just one. 

your kid just shrugs and plops back down to continue playing. 

“you’re not gonna share?” ness asks in the most dramatic voice possible. 

she looks at him, then looks at you, and just turns back to playing with her toys like she's already moved on. 

ness? absolutely dying on the inside. 

he keeps glancing at the cookies like he’s waiting for a miracle. 

finally, he sighs and snatches one of your cookies, slumping dramatically on the couch like, “fine, i’ll settle for this one.” 

your kid gives him the most unimpressed look. 

“that’s not a cookie for you. that’s a cookie for mom.” 

ness: 😭 “you’re not wrong...” 

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Been Like This - (Lando Norris)

Lando Norris X F!Reader

Summary: Lando and Y/N are besties. Someone in the friendgroup admits Y/N is a virgin. Little did Lando know this little secret she has been hiding. She ends up getting all embarrassed, and gives Lando the silent treatment after he jokes about it. He soon realizes that maybe it wasn't something she wanted to have joked about. In which he finally corners her on a night out and gives her a taste of what she’s missing, only for her to turn the tables.

Warning(s): takeout, mutual pining, dirty talk

A/N: lemme know if we want part two!!!

It was more of a laid-back night in Italy for the crew, some of the select friend group had gotten together in the suite that Lando and Oscar shared. The balcony doors were wide open to let in the cool oceanside breeze, the sun nearing to sit at the edge of the horizon with nothing but clear skies above.

Y/N had been sitting on the floor by the foot of the couch, inside the large living room with an almost empty glass of whiskey in hand, as she tried to hold in a laugh at something Max was saying in the group. 

She adjusted the papaya-colored sundress she wore, taking another light sip of the drink in her hand. 

"Okay, but that's not fair to say! I had no idea she was going to be coming back with me in the first place, let alone trying to steal shit from my place. Spare me please!" Max groans as he rubs a hand over his face. 

"Yeah, but dude you totally saw it coming with how she kept hinting at her feet hurting, stating she wanted to go somewhere else much calmer with you," Lando argues, the man sitting at the end of the couch as his hand comfortably sits on Y/N's shoulder. 

"She was practically pleading to go home, Max. Come on now." Y/N chuckles.

"Next time I'm doing a full background check before taking someone home. Damn near died from that encounter alone."

"That'll stop from junior down there for sure." Oscar laughs, nodding down towards his groin, earning a look from Max. 

"Laugh all you want, you were ready to kiss the concrete that night," Max mutters while sipping on his drink. Y/N had to hold a snort back as she sipped her drink, wiping away the drop that spilled from her mouth. 

She felt a small squeeze on her shoulder which caused her to look up at Lando nodding towards her glass. "More?" he asks and she nods while handing him her glass as he stands.

"Don't make me miss anything else while I go get more refreshments. This is too good, I need more on Maxie poo." Lando snickers while walking over towards the kitchen. 

"Like you haven't had your fair share of hook-up nightmares!" Oscar yells out, earning a groan from Lando. 

Y/N lets out a loud snort at that, knowing exactly how bad most had been. 

"Yeah, you've got that right. He keeps a list in his notes app on his phone." Y/N admits, earning howls from the group.

"No way, really? Oh, I've gotta see these." Charles claims, leaning his head back as he lets out a laugh. 

"You little snitch!" Lando giggles as he comes back while pointing at her, she puts her hands up in defense. "You never said I couldn't share between the group. Not my fault there were regulations!" she snorts, giving him a thankful smile while he hands her the new glass of whiskey.

"That's insane you hold that so close to you," Oscar cackles. "Lando's Hall of Fame for worst hookups." 

Lando throws an ice cube at him before leaning back on the couch. 

"Hey easy there Oscar, I hear you're not too far behind either with hookups." Y/N points out, earning a playful eyeroll.

"Yeah yeah okay whatever. I won't say you're wrong on that," he admits, adjusting his position in the recliner before pointing at her with a frown. 

"You wanna play dirty? You want to talk about your body count?" Oscar taunts playfully, making her look up from her glass and give him a pointed look. 

"Don't you dare!"

Oscar puts his hands up in defense. "Hey fine if you don't want to talk about your body count of zero that's fine by me," he says, making her mouth drop.

Everyone immediately looks at her with both shock and amusement on their faces. 

"No way! Dear old Y/N, is this true?" Charles asks.

Y/N facepalms. "Since when did we not know this?" Max laughs out, earning a nonchalant shrug from her.

"Y/N you're kidding!" Lando's voice perks up, earning a flinch from her as she slowly turns behind her to see nothing but shock and confusion on his face. 

To say he was shocked was an understatement. He had been friends with her since before they both could remember, seeing how boys would fall at her feet regardless of how she acted. Especially when high school and college came, she had the biggest glow-up. 

Bloody hell he would have been at his knees if she asked. So hearing this statement not only made something in him ignite, but it also made him feel disappointed at the fact she never told him about it.

"What?" she asks. 

Lando tilts his head lightly at her. "You're a virgin?" he questions.

"Yeah?" she says nonchalantly, trying to keep her embarrassment at bay and hiding how she wanted to shrink away. 

"How did I not know this?"

"It just never came up," she says, taking a sip of her drink. 

Lando leans back against the couch with a lazy smirk as he raises his drink to his lips. "Sweetheart I would've gladly helped if I had known."

Y/N shoots him a frown, making his smirk drop when he notices she is not in the mood for jokes like those. "I mean I would not have judged you for something like that," he says quickly. 

"Lando of all people I feel like would've known. You two have been inseparable for years." Max states, that Y/N justshrugs once more before downing her whiskey in one gulp.

"Didn't really find someone I wanted to lose it to, and then I kind of just didn't care for it," she admits with a dry laugh, standing up from her spot and using Lando's knee as support while she stood. 

"I'm in shock right now. Have you seen what you look like Y/N? How? Literally how?" Charles' girlfriend chimes in, and Y/N blows a playful kiss her way as she walks over to where her shoes are.

"I had bigger priorities is all. Not a big deal." Y/N chuckles. "But speaking of, duty calls. I've gotta be up way before any of you lots in the morning," she says, trying to hide the embarrassment in her voice. 

Her eyes land on Lando's, who have many emotions going through them as he looks at her. 

She bids them all goodnight before heading out and back to her room, immediately feeling the weight on her chest begin to cave in. She wraps her arms around herself as she stalks to her room, ready to call it a night. 

As she was doing her nightly bathroom routine she saw her phone buzz and turn on, showing that Lando had texted her. 

Lando 🧡: Sorry for making that joke, I didn't mean any harm by it

Lando 🧡: Girls like you just usually have history. I was caught off guard

Lando 🧡: Shit that sounded really bad that's not what I meant

Lando 🧡: Can we talk, please?

Y/N rolled her eyes at his text, placing her phone back down while she spit her toothpaste out. It wasn't that she didn't want to experience it, she just never had the full chance to.

When she went on dates or was talking to a guy, it just never really got to that point she just never felt the need for intimacy. 

At first, she thought she was crazy or maybe didn't like boys, but it truly just was never that. She had been one of the girls in school that was so much more focused on her studies and getting her degree than worrying about who was dating who. 

But now she just had a busy work life. Working for Formula One did have many pros of course, but it also had cons where she was traveling and working every single day.

She also had come to realize that she only wanted one person to make her feel that way. To make her feel how the men in the books she read made her insides feel when reading, and it made her realize that all the men she rejected were simple because her body had already chosen its person. 

But she knew better than anyone that Lando didn't go for virgins. She's heard him talk about how afraid he is of them getting attached, or hurting them and he didn't want that on his conscience. 

So she stopped pestering herself about it. 

She turned off the bathroom light as she walked back towards her bed, setting her phone on her charger. She saw another couple of messages come in from Lando, not bothering to read them. 

She sighed before sliding underneath the fresh covers, turning the light off, and looking out the balcony glass doors as the moonlight made its presence known through the windows.

Her eyes slowly shut not shortly after.

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Lando was losing his mind. 

Not only because it was race day, but also because Y/N had been ignoring him all morning. 

Or so that is what he thinks she's doing. He's known her long enough to know when she's ignoring someone, she does everything in her power to avoid wherever they'll be to avoid confrontation. 

She had already set up his room and pre-race plans before he arrived, the man always catching her leaving right as he was entering, but her figure was turned away from him before she could notice he was coming. 

Little notes had been left on his stuff with her handwriting on it, and they were things she would usually say and instruct him before races. He caught her a few times across the lot talking and laughing with Oscar or any of the other workers. As soon as he would make his way over, she would soon begin to walk off and slyly end her conversation with whoever it was.

It was driving him mad.

Although there was one time he knew he'd get to talk to her before the race, and that was right now. 

She had to make sure the car was all set as he got settled in, then made sure his gear was all in place as he got in. When she came into view, she was bent over the side of the car and checking his coms, RPM amongst other controls. 

"Sweetheart, really?" he asks underneath the helmet, watching as she is mumbling to herself and checking off each thing. 

"Do your radio check in your helmet." she instructs, now leaning behind him. He looks back at her and shakes his head before doing as he is told, rather than testing her patience which he can tell is very thin.

"Y/N," he says, not getting an answer while she makes sure his straps are good while he straps in. Her hand comes across his chest to tighten the top, his hand gripping her wrist which causes her to snap a look at him.

"You know better than to ignore me, sweet girl," he says lowly to her, watching as her facial expression doesn't change and she snags her hand from his grip before straightening back to her position and looking up.

"Everything is good. He's ready." she signals out before walking off.

Lando was about ready to risk everything in that moment, unstrap himself, and go after her, maybe even have his way. Show her what it was like to feel that form of ecstasy he so badly wished she would let him give her. He should have known better after the things he said the night before, but he was just so caught off guard by it. 

But if there was anything he knew, it was to not push her if she didn't want to be pushed. 

Besides, he knew she would seem his ass out if he was so much as a millimeter out of line for a race. 

So he decided that this would have to happen after. 

It has to.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It ended up being a great night that night, as Lando was placed on the podium. 

They decided since it was their last night in Italy, that what kind of night would it be if they didn't go out and celebrate the beautiful nightlife that it had? 

So here the entire friend group was, the music booming loudly at the Formula One roofless club/party event as the stars and moon lined the sky above. 

Y/N had still kept her distance the rest of the day after the win, only keeping it professional as she didn't want to hash things out during work. She was not a fan of having to avoid Lando, but she just could not bring herself to look or talk to him after he found that out yesterday. 

Not that she was mad anymore at him, she was more so just embarrassed because Lando was this playboy. He had no trouble with girls, and she knew he would never judge her of all people. 

It just made her think things would be different, especially with how she sees him. Not that he knew that. 

So now here she stood wearing a snug black satin maxi skirt and a matching tup top, a pair of nude heels adorning her feet. She was in a conversation with Max and one of her coworkers, a drink in hand.

Y/N jumped lightly when she felt a pair of hands slither around the skin that was showing between her top and skirt, the hands warm and soft while they stopped at her front. She turned her head around to see Lando already looking down at her with a straight face, giving her a light squeeze. 

She says nothing before turning back to finish the story she was telling, Max not hesitating to catch the look Lando gave him as a hint, giving him a sly nod as they let her finish the conversation. 

"We're gonna go find Charles and Oscar and do some photos. I'll come grab you after?" Max offers her before squeezing her arm as they pass by her and she nods with a warm smile. 

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" she jokes, earning a playful grin from Max, 

"That's a short list!" he shoots back before disappearing into the crowd. 

She turns around in Lando's grasp, looking up at his face and trying to read his expression. 

"You gonna acknowledge me now?" he asks, and she rolls her eyes. 

"Try again," she says with her arms crossed. 

"Why are you mad at me?" he asks her in a softer tone but still demanding. She frowns at him. 

"I'm not mad at you."

"Then why? Why ignore me?"

"I'm not-"

"You've been avoiding me all damn day," he interrupts, his hands leaving her sides as they fall to his. "I couldn't even get a look from you. So don't say you weren't avoiding me."

Y/N knew he was the last person to lie to, knowing he always sees right through her. She purses her lips and huffs. 

"I wasn't avoiding you because I was mad," she admits. 

"Then why were you?" he pesters more, and he sees her looking back and forth between his own eyes, but not missing the split second they flicked down to his lips. 

"Because," she answers shortly.

"Because why?" 

Y/N rolls her eyes and looks away from him, running her tongue over her teeth. Lando takes matters into his own hands, using one hand to grab her face and turn her gaze back to him. 

Not knowing the fire was igniting not only in her, but in him as well.

He always loved her feisty side. The way she was always able to dish it back when she wanted to.

When he got her gaze back on him, he crossed his arms over his chest waiting for an answer. "Why, Y/N?" he asks again. 

"I was embarrassed." she sputters out, her own arms coming to wrap around herself. Lando lets his brows furrow. 

"Why were you embarrassed?" he pushes. 

"I really don't-"

"Y/N."

"You won't look at me the same, Lan," she admits.

He leans closer to her. "Try me, sweet girl." he pushes, making her insides begin to spin in more good ways than one at their closeness.

"Because you're you, Lan," she starts. "I also just couldn't get anyone to make me feel a way I want to feel."

"And how is that?"

She gives him a look. "No." she says before turning away, Lando not far behind her as he grabs her hip to turn her back into him. 

"Y/N," he starts. "I'm not going to judge you. I'd never do that to you."

"You said yesterday-"

"Yeah and I was a wanker for saying that shit, I was just shocked. But I promise you, I won't judge you."

She looks at him with a softer serious look. "You promise?" she asks sternly and he nods. She huffs.

"Nobody could make my body, or my senses and all that, react how it reacts to you." 

Lando swears his heart stops beating for a second, and his stomach begins to churn with a whole other feeling. Lust. Want. Need. 

Y/N watches as his pupils slightly dilate, their closeness still making her heart pump fast as he stares down at her. 

"And how does it react to me? What happens?" he asks in a low voice, making her thighs automatically clench. She lets out a breath. 

Instead of letting her answer, Lando lets one of his hands travel up to push a strand of her hair away before gripping her chin and playing with her lower lip. 

Y/N lets out a deep sigh at the feeling of his thumb grazing over the skin, feeling his other hand drift down to play with the hem of her skirt. His hand every so often caressed below the hem where her lace panties were. 

"What do you feel?" he asks her lowly, a sly smirk on his face. 

She says nothing, only holding their eye contact with such fire and need in her eyes. Instead of her saying something this time, she decides to act. 

Y/N's bottom lip falls open wider, letting her teeth graze his thumb before taking it in her mouth. 

To say Lando was frozen for a second is an understatement. The way her tongue flicked against his thumb made his pants tighten, not missing the way one of her hands trailed up to his toned chest and pushed him lightly back onto the chair behind him. 

She stood between his legs and let his thumb fall from her mouth as it trailed down her chin, to her throat, down the valley of her breasts and her stomach, and joined his other hand at her hips. He kept one hand squeezing at her hip as the other began squeezing at her thigh as he held eye contact with her fiery ones. 

"You asked me what my body feels," she says, trailing her hand that was on his chest up towards his hair. She was softly running her fingers through it as she watched him bite his lip to hide a not-so-slick groan. 

Before he can decipher what was happening, her grip on his hair tightens and she pulls his head back so he is fully looking up at her. She watched his lips part in a soft moan, a sly smirk going to her lips. 

She has him right where she wants him. 

Her other hand finds home on his jawline. She slowly bends down and lets her face hover over his, their lips barely grazing. Lando tries to reach and close the distance but is stopped by the tighter grip she has on his hair. 

"What's wrong, sweet boy?" she taunts, earning a smirk from the boy below against her lips. 

"I want to finally feel how those lips are against mine instead of it being in my dreams, baby," he says back, making her chuckle lowly. 

She obeys his command, placing her lips fully on his. She doesn't miss the noises coming from him as their lips move in sync, or how his hands want to move but stay respectfully where they are.

Y/N pulls away far too shortly after for Lando's liking, smirking against his lips before looking into his eyes. 

"How you're feeling right now," she mutters. "Is exactly how you make me feel. All the time," she admits, making his breathing become rapid. 

She lets go of his hair before standing up straight turning away from Lando and taking a sip of her drink while going to find the rest of their friends. 

Lando didn't fail to watch as her hips swayed side to side when she walked away, having to adjust his pants. 

The fact that she had all this fire in her, the way she was able to make him so close to begging in the span of a minute made him realize how down bad he was for her.

He knew that when he finally got her, he was never letting her go. She was his and he would make sure every man knew that.

This was definitely far from over, and he knew she knew that too.

[mooninagust]

time to try and not break my laptop while editing

[eden031]

Married life

Dr. Jack Abbot x wife!reader

voilence against healthcare workers (not graphic), fluff, mild angst, Jack Abbot needs a hug

Summary: When Jack‘s wife is it hit by a patient a worried Jack only comes close behind.

Words: 1.1k

A/N: Heyy, so I just finished watching the Pitt and I am in love with Jack Abbot, I already have a few other ideas in my drafts, hope you enjoy this little piece of writing I came up with. I hope you enjoy and disclaimer he might be a bit ooc so please forgive me.

A sigh escaped her lips as she looked at Dana, the ice pack pressed against her cheek.

„Robby wants you to get an x-ray, he thinks you might have broken something.“ Dana said as the bustle of the ED continued around them. A loud sigh escaped her as she looked at the charge nurse.

„Can I even get out of that or has he already put me in line for one?“ she asked, a low hiss escaping her as she pulled away the ice pack, gently touching the forming bruise on her face, the skin was hot and she knew that the possibility of her having a broken bone was not zero, she was a doctor as well after all.

„He already put you in line for one,“ she paused, „You can be glad Whitaker caught you, otherwise he would have made you get a CT as well.“ Dana smirked slightly as she grumbled.

A patient had hit her, full force in the face. He had not even been agitated before, he had nodded and listened, been very friendly and attentive of what she told him, but after she had told him that he would have to stay in hospital for observation he had lashed out.

„Do you want me to call Jack?“ Dana asked, she froze at the question, Santos and Whitaker had stopped talking at the mention of her husband‘s name. Only a few people knew she was married to Jack Abbot, there were multiple reasons for that, however one of the biggest was that it was funny to leave people guessing. She knew there was a betting pool regarding her relationship status and it looked like that pool would soon be empty.

„Don‘t you fucking dare, Dana.“ she hissed under her breath, she knew that Jack would already lose his shit when he saw her later when she came back home from her shift. “It‘s his day off, he shouldn‘t have to worry about me getting punched by some bastard.“ she pushed her ice pack back on her cheek, feeling the sting of the cold stronger than before.

Suddenly the staff door swung open, hitting the wall loudly, a loud groan escaped her as she saw her husband standing in the doorway. He looked around and stalked towards the nurses‘ station, he was in civilian clothes, cargo pants and a black t-shirt that looked like it was definitely the one that said army vet on the back of it.

“What are you doing here?“ she asked before Dana was able to say anything. From the corner of her eye she could see that Santos and Whitaker had moved in closer, probably to get a listen in on the conversation.

„Robby called me, told me that a patient hit you.“ Jack was now standing beside her, his hand was twitching, she knew that it was stressing him out, throwing caution to the wind she gently took his hand with her free one.

„It‘s okay, I am doing fine.“ she sighed as she squeezed his hand, smiling up at him from where she was sitting.

„Did you hit your head when you fell?“ he asked, an annoyed sigh escaped her as the question came from him.

„Jack, I am fine! I didn‘t hit the ground, Whitaker caught me.“ she explained as she looked over at where Santos and Whitaker were standing. Jack followed her gaze and saw Whitaker looking at them, he gave him a double thumbs up, then turned back to her.

„We are going home after your x-ray.“

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Jack had been true to his word; they had actually gone home after her x-ray, nothing broken, surprisingly enough. Now she sat on the sofa, another ice pack on her face, half laying on Jack‘s stomach, half leaning against the couch. She could hear the police scanner crackling in the background of their living room.

„Mind if I order take out?“ Jack muttered as he continued to rub his stump. She let out a laugh, wincing as her cheek hurt a lot more again.

„Since when do I mind take out, Jack?“ she nuzzled her face into his stomach, the soft fabric of the shift warm against her face. A small smile on her lips as she thought that their entire relationship had started with take out and sitting in his apartment after a rough shift, even when she had been a resident.

„Don‘t know, Indian or Chinese, or do you want to try that new Thai place two blocks away?“ he asked, pulling out his phone from his pocket. A groan escaped her lips.

„Jack, I don‘t care, just get us something to eat.“ she sighed, not snapping at him, but the decision fatigue was hitting her hard at that moment. Usually she still had some energy left to decide these things, but right now she couldn‘t.

„Alright, Indian it is,“ he muttered, „The usual?“ it was more to confirm than to really ask her about it.

„Please,“ she muttered as she sat up slightly. They would get it delivered today, usually they walked to get it, but today was not the day.

Finally the food arrived, sitting on the floor of the living room at the coffee table they ate, chatting quietly.

„You know I love you, right?“ she asked, glancing at Jack who looked like he just wanted to go to bed.

„Yeah, I know,“ he nodded, looking up at her she could see his face, her heart clenched at the sight, he was gutted. „You know how scared I was when Robby told me you were attacked by a patient?“

„Yeah, sorry. I didn‘t want them to bother you with that,“ she looked back at the samosas sitting in front of her. Guilt settled in her stomach as she looked at him, she knew it freaked him out, and he also knew that it was not the last time she would be attacked by a patient, it would happen again in the future.

„No,“ he shook his head, „I was glad when Robby told me it wasn‘t serious and I was even happier that he called me,“ he gently took her hand over the table. Squeezing it carefully, squeezing it back she smiled at her husband.

„I love you too,“ he whispered, his eyes shimmering in the dim light of the living room, as she looked at him she knew that it was more than that. She knew that look, it had been the one he had given her during their wedding night, when he had held her tightly, trying to make them melt together. It was devotion and admiration, the deep longing he had to be close to her always reflecting in his eyes in moments like this.

[kedreeva]

Silly question but how would you rate different gamebird chicks on a scale of "no brain cells, head empty" to "wait! I think I just saw a thought happen?!"?

You've mentioned before that turkey poults have the survival instinct of a chicken nugget, and I've raised coturnix chicks before which are like...death seeking missiles. Are other gamebird chicks as dumb? Are any recognisably better suited to not immediately kamikaze-ing into the nearest water fountain/single square millimetre of loose tape/one cold spot they can find in the brooder?

Peafowl chicks rate the highest. I know I talk a lot of shit about them, but outside of not eating unless shown the food (which IS a valid survival behavior, for avoiding toxic things in their native environment), they're not prone to doing anything actively stupid. They have great eye sight, they tend to look before they leap (and can fly if they do get into trouble). They have a sense of time ("bedtime" is a concept they have! Every hand raised baby I've ever had has had a strict idea of when they think it's time to go to bed and will scream at me until I agree). They will return themselves to the heat when it's time, I've never had one fail to do this or start screaming because they're on the cold side of the brooder and don't know how to move 1 foot to the left to get warm. I've never had one drown in the water dish even though they get a bowl or are raised outside with a pond/big water bowl. They can coexist with just about any other bird, which is great because their only flaw is they need to be shown food for the first few weeks, and adding something like a chicken will cause the chicken to show them where to eat. And because peafowl are large, all the other babies will follow them around for everything else. For creatures who grew up in an environment where very little (predator wise) can kill them, they're surprisingly adapted to not dying in really stupid ways in captivity. They ARE fragile in other ways (pick up parasites easily), but that's not a matter of stupidity.

Coturnix are so far the worst, and I am including Turkeys in this metric. Turkeys are at least hardy in a brooder setup, even if they are very stupid outside with mom. Coturnix on the other hand have to have a tiny lip to their water dish so they don't get into it and drown or chill (and they still do their level best to get into it, even with the tiny lip where they can barely reach the water, I sometimes check on them and find one Mystery Sopping Wet.... how..... and why...... and also HOW). I have watched one grab a drink of water, throw its head back to swallow, choke, and die immediately. There is NOTHING you can do for them if they fail at drinking water, by the way. If you pick them up too soon after they drink, or any other time, there's a non-zero chance that they immediately panic-vomit any water in their system, choke on it, and suffocate/die instantly so you have to be careful about handling them while they're doing their very best to make that as difficult as possible (and this lovely trait persists into adulthood). They cannot have access to anything they can get caught in/under, I have to put barriers in their cage and not give them a cold spot in the brooder until they're a few days old because they will CHARGE to it and sit there until they die screaming about how cold they are while 1 foot away from the heat. They still throw themselves at this barrier because they can see through a 1mm gap to either side that cold death awaits them with open arms and they desire it so badly. It's why they always look like this:

If you have them standing on your hand they WILL just walk off - nay, run full tilt off - without regard for if there is anything below them to fall ONTO, and they are fully capable of beaning themselves so hard upon impact that they die. I had to find a stuffie that was very light and a stuffie that was very heavy, because a medium weight is just light enough for them to shove themselves into the shavings beneath it and suffocate because they can't get out again, and they will also actively seek to do this. They have to have a solid-sided brooder because if they can stick their head through a gap a) they can probably get out of it if it's just a little bigger than their head and b) they will get stuck in it and break their necks if it's just a little too small.

The vast majority, 99% of them, are extremely easy to raise, and doing a minimal amount of guardianship in their brooder will protect them from themselves, but they do have a deep and abiding desire to be dead, I think, and there will be some you cannot save from themselves. No other game birds/fowl I've raised are like this- not peafowl, not turkeys, not pheasants, not chickens, not bobwhite quail, not even guinea keets... the closest would be button quail and even they are not death-seeking missiles until they're a bit older.

[ariesthetouchdeprivedgirl]

Behind Closed Doors

Smoke x Black!OC

I am #FINALLY done with this little story.. It only took a couple of days lol. I am very excited, and nervous, but overall happy to share this lil story. It’s definitely a small bit of mischaracterization as I believe Smoke is reallll good man, but I don’t know.. Something about this story, and this idea just gives me that 🫦. lollll… anyways. I hope yall enjoy, and I will greatly appreciate any feedback!!

Jane sat at her vanity, admiring the pearl necklace that sat almost perfectly on her dark skin. She tilted her head, a small satisfying smile gracing her lips.

Smoke had gifted it to her around six months ago, a spontaneous reveal made her swoon.

After a night of passion, Jane expected smoke’s side of the bed to be cold and empty. Instead, to her surprise, resting on his pillow was a black velvet box.

When Smoke came back that night she was sitting at the kitchen table waiting for him, box in hand. He walked through the door, his faint and familiar scent of tobacco cutting through the air, instantly flooding her senses.

His eyes found Jane immediately, the light above the stove casting soft shadows over her face. Moonlight slipping through the blinds highlighting the gift he left for her.

“You ain’t like it” he asked, peeling off his hat and coat, and throwing it over a chair before he moved over to the bar.

“No” she said her voice soft but steady.

He cut his gaze to her as he poured his whiskey. “I love it” she held a knowing smile, a hint of mischief in her words.

She rose from the table and walked to him, affectionate eyes locked on his. “I want you to put it on me” her gentle hand placing the box in his rough hold.

Smoke did as she wanted, clamping the pearl necklace around her neck, calloused hands contrasting with her delicate skin.

Jane faced him again, fingertips ghosting over the cool pearls, before she looked up at him.

“How does it look?”

Smokes eyes dragged over her, lingering at the swell of her breast beneath the silk fabric of her nightgown.

“Looks good baby” he sipped on his whiskey, leaning against the counter.

Jane stepped closer, pressing her body against his and draping her arms around his neck.

“Thank you daddy” she pressed a gentle kiss around his lips. He grunted a “mhm” as he watched her with intense eyes.

Her lips curved into a teasing smile, “I just wanna show you how thankful I am” her whispered voice dripped with promise.

Smoke, amused sat his drink on the counter and wrapped his hands around her waist.

“Mhm, and how you gon do that baby?”

Jane’s face grew warm as she reminisced on the memory. It was restless and intense, they couldn’t seem to get enough of each other that night.

The sound of the telephone ringing broke her from her train of thought. She jumped up excitedly, expecting to hear Smoke’s voice. He was probably gonna tell her he was on the way, or that he’d be a little late. But it wasn’t him. instead Jane recognized the voice of her friend and coworker, Bernice.

“Hello?”

“Hey Jane..”

“Bernice? Hey, what’s up?”

“Is anyone else around?”

Jane furrowed her eyebrows. “Um, no. It’s just me.”

Jane heard Bernice exhale on the other end of the line. A real long and uneasy breath that put Jane on edge.

“Okay good, cause I got something to tell you.”

“It’s about your man”

Jane’s stomach dropped. The warmth she held from her earlier thoughts completely vanishing.

What did Bernice’s messy ass know about Smoke that she didn’t?

“I was at the club last night, with Terrance, and I saw Smoke.”

Jane sat silently. Smoke didn’t come by last night, said he had things to handle, or whatever, she learned not to ask.

“And he wasn’t there alone”

Jane zeroed in on Bernice’s voice. It felt like she couldn’t see, think, hear, or breathe anything in other than Bernice’s words.

He wasn’t alone..?

Then who was he with?

Was it Annie?

“You there Jane?” Bernice asked.

“Yea.. Yea I’m still here Bernice.”

“Okay good. But yeah like I was saying, I was with Terrance when I saw Smoke, with some woman. And from the looks of it they seemed to know each other pretty well”

Jane was about to ask to for a description but stopped herself. What would be the point? She ain’t know what Annie look like anyway.

“They were sitting in front of us, and girl. he ain’t even have no shame, looked me dead in my eyes and ain’t say a thing!” Bernice exclaimed.

“I walked past their table a couple of times, you know tryna see who the girl was, and I noticed, ain’t nann one of em had a ring on they finger!”

Jane’s stomach churned. Smoke never wore his ring around Jane, at least when they were at home.

When he came to her job, sure, it was on. But once they were alone it was tucked away in his coat pocket.

So who was the other woman? And why was she so upset, as if she wasn’t already the other woman.

“They was all over each other girl, I mean the man was cheesing all in her face. And I don’t know about you, but shit I never seen such a sight before.” Bernice kept gossiping , as if Jane wasn’t losing her mind on the other end of the line.

She continue talking about whatever else her and Terrance had seen at the club, but it was all background noise to Jane. Her mind overcome by thoughts of Smoke and some other woman.

“Bernice, I gotta go, I’ll see you at work” Jane said, seconds away from hanging up the phone.

“Wait Jane, I just.. You okay?” she asked.

Jane wanted to scoff. Of course she wasn’t okay. But there was no reason to be mad at Bernice. She had given her a glimpse into the man she thought she knew.

“Yeah I’m good” Jane lied through her teeth.

Bernice sighed, “I just want you to be happy Jane, and that man.. he just ain’t no good.”

“Obviously Bernice” Jane thought to herself.

She was his mistress for crying out loud. She knew exactly how ‘not good’ Smoke was. If he were a good man they wouldn’t be involved with each other in the first place.

“Okay Bernice, imma go now, thanks for calling”

“Okay girl, let me know if you need anything”

“Mhm I will”

And with that, Jane slammed the telephone against the wall, the sharp chatter echoing through her empty apartment.

Jane’s mind was racing a million miles per hour. So many questions, so many feelings, all of it just crashing into her at once. Was she really that naive, to think she was the only one. Her pulse throbbed in her throat, and she felt a faint pang of pain in her chest.

She stumbled to the bathroom, convinced she was going to be sick. But her reflection in the mirror stopped her in her tracks. The pearls gleaming under the harsh bathroom light. The weight of it suddenly felt heavier, and they began to sting against her chest.

A beautiful, yet painful reminder him.

Of them.

Jane stared at herself for a moment. She ran her fingers over the necklace, the cool pearls began to feel suffocating. She considered yanking them off. So she could watch them scatter against the floor in the same manner that her thoughts were. But something in her resisted.

Maybe it was that foolish part of her that believed the lie they had built together was still strong. Shit they built it together, they were.. they are together.

With a shaky exhale Jane turned away from the mirror. Flicking the light off as she walked to her bedroom. She didn’t bother changing out of her slip, not even thinking to take the pearls off. They now rested on her skin as a bitter kiss.

She sank into the sheets, the scent of Smoke calming her just as much as it pained her. The ache in her chest making her force her eyes shut, hoping to sleep the pain away, and forget everything she just heard.

About an hour after midnight Smoke let himself into the apartment. Tired from the streets he figured he’d spend some time with Jane before heading home. The faint smell of the candles Jane loved to burned flowed through the air.

And the light from them made Jane glow. He saw her, sitting in the middle of the bed. Her fingers absently playing with the pearls around her neck. She didn’t even look up at him, either too lost in thought, or too exhausted to care about who walked in.

Smoke watched her for a long moment, before he slowly walked into the room. His footsteps heavy against the wooden floors. Yet, Jane still hadn’t acknowledged him.

“Baby” his deep voice rung out.

Jane slowly lifted her head, eyes glassy and filled with emotion. But her expression was unreadable. Smoke took a quick scan around the room before his eyes landed on her again. A small twitch at the corner of her mouth catching his attention before she spoke.

“Hi Smoke” her light voice let out, a forced smile on her lips.

A frown settled on Smoke’s face. He didn’t like not knowing what was going on, and something about Jane felt.. off.

“Whats up?” he questioned her with narrow eyes.

“Hmm?” She tilted her head, a hint of faux confusion in her eyes. “I just missed you baby, that’s all.” She walked over to him, she laid her hands on his chest, her fingers tracing the fabric of his shirt.

“Where you coming from” she questioned, her eyes watched his face intensely for any sign of guilt, or surprise.

But his expression remained impassive, he was still his stoic and unreadable self.

“Work” he muttered, brushing past her into the bedroom. He started getting comfortable, shrugging his coat off, throwing that and his hat on her vanity’s chair. He sat his shoes in the corner, and began working on his cufflinks.

“You ain’t cook nothing” he cut his gaze to her.

“No, but I can” she said leaning doorway, her arms crossed loosely.

Smokes eyes lingered on her, watching the way her jaw clinched, ever so lightly, and noticing the tension in her posture. “So you ain’t eat nothing, that’s why you looking frail”

Jane’s expression faltered for a split second. Eyebrows furrowing a small unsteady breath leaving her lips.

She cleared her throat, “what you mean baby, I’m the same size I was last time you saw me” she forced that tight, unconvincing smile again.

Smoke’s jaw tightened. Something was off and he knew that she knew he knew.

He pulled his dress shirt off, tossing it in the hamper, leaving him in his undershirt and slacks.

“I’m staying over tonight” he said, vision fixed on her.

Jane’s eyes widened, “What?”

He raised an eyebrow, tilting his head. “You don’t want me to?”

“No it’s just—i didn’t expect it.. that’s all” she straightened up, a fake ass brightness as she walked towards him. “I’m happy you’re staying.”

She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her body against his. Her warmth seeping through his shirt. He placed his hand on the small of her back, his other hand reaching up to her neck, toying with her pearls.

He felt her breath hitch.

Smoke’s grip tightened around her neck, forcing her to look up at him. “What is it?”

She blinked, eyes wide with surprise. “What’s what?”

Smoke’s eyes hardened as he stared at her. “Don’t play dumb with me.”

Jane’s lips curved into a small pout, her eyes softened, trying you disarm him. “I’m not baby.” She reached up, handing cradling his face, brushing her thumbs over his cheeks like she always did. “I keep saying I missed you, it’s been a few days now” she threw in a small laugh for good measure.

Smoke’s jaw flexed, searching her face for any sign of a lie.

“Want me to run you a bath?” She offered a little too eagerly. “I’ll cook something while you wash up” she tried to pull back but he held her in her place, his grip firm and unmoving.

Panic flashed across her face, she tried to conceal it but he noticed.

“Nah” his voice gravely, “stay right here.” He let her go and walked out the room.

Smoke did a quick sweep of the apartment, looking closely at every shadow and corner. but he found nothing.

On his way to the bedroom, his eyes caught the telephone, still hanging from the cradle. Smoke started to connect the dots.

“Come here Jane”

She hesitated, his voice was firm, but it was a little too calm. Jane’s heart pounded in her chest as she forced her legs to walk to Smoke.

Smoke’s eyes flickered to the phone, then back to her.

“You broke the phone?”

She smiled, forcing a short nervous laugh, “It was an accident, i’m sorry.” She tried to casually wave it off.

Smoke didn’t blink, eyes boring into her.

“Who called you?”

Jane cleared her throat, smile wavering a bit, “oh it was just Bernice”

Smoke tilted his head, “what she say to get you to break the damn phone?”

Jane felt her throat tighten. “She was just gossiping, you know how she gets.”

“Gossiping about what”

Jane looked away from his gaze, eyes darting to the kitchen.

“Oh.. nothing” she smiled at him, before walking to the kitchen.

“You want some breakfast, you know I don’t keep much in this fridge” she forced a weak, hollow sound that was supposed to be a laugh.

“What she tell you Jane?” He asked as she lit the stove up.

Jane froze there for a moment, watching the blue flames come to life. Her pulse thundering in her ears.

“Jane” he snapped her out of her daze with his rough voice.

She blinked. “It was nothing Smoke, just girl drama”, her words quick and rehearsed as she grabbed a pan from the cupboard.

Smoke didn’t move, his gaze never left her, he still didn’t believe her. He stepped closer, his presence starting to overwhelm her. “Girl drama? You acting strange over some girl drama. You sure?”

She nodded her head, not looking at him. “Yeah baby, just some gossip. Nothing to worry about”

Her hands trembled as she adjusted the pan on the stove top, tears starting to flood her vision.

Smoke took another step closer, “you know I don’t like that lying shit. Especially about something so simple” he spoke, tone dangerously low.

Jane still kept her head down, watching the stove. “Nothings goin on Smoke, I promise” she whispered, trying to convince herself.

Smoke didn’t move, and she felt the heat of his gaze pouring into her, but she didn’t move either.

“You gon keep lying”

The question hung in the air for what seemed like forever. As each second stretched she fought to keep her composure.

“Nobody’s lying to you smoke” her shaky voice said, barely above a whisper. She felt a sob rising in her throat, but she wasn’t willing to let it out.

Smoke stood there, and let her look at the pan she found so interesting all of a sudden. He placed a gentle hand on the nape of her neck. Jane felt her stomach tighten.

He rubbed it softly, thumb stroking her skin. “Look at me” he whispered what seemed like a command and a plea.

Jane squeezed her eyes shut, trying to hold back the flood of emotions that threatened to spill.

“Baby” he said in that smooth voice that always relaxed her. He pressed closer to her, hand laying flat on her stomach.

She felt like she couldn’t breathe, the weight of the pearls and his hand moving to her neck slowly bringing her to her demise.

“What’d she tell you” he placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. Fingers tracing the line of her jaw.

Jane slowly lifted her head, meeting his gaze. He tried to read her face, trying to find any crack, any sign of the truth. They stared at each other for a second before her breath hitched and a sob broke free.

Jane quickly turned her body to bury her face into smoke’s chest. Her sobs weren’t loud or dramatic, instead raw and broken.

Smoke stilled for a moment before wrapping his arms around her, rubbing her back in slow steady circles. Hoping to calm her down. And for a while, he didn’t speak, he just held her. Letting her drench his shirt in tears.

[bokutoko]

hi cutie!! first of all CONGRATS ON THE 500 FOLLOWERS, you deserve it omg<333

and then i love your spring event it’s so cute!!! 🌸💐🌷sooo here’s my order: can i please have a mini carnations & roses bouquet as the main flowers and thistle as filler flowers for iwaizumi? (i was imagining uni student iwa but up to you to you if you prefer smth else)

forever

h. iwaizumi x f!reader

wc: 1.2k

cw: night confessions, exes to lovers/second chance romance, uni!au, reader is followed walking home

you didn’t know who else to call.

“hello...?” his voice was muddled with sleep, woken up from the ringing. it was close to one in the morning at that point, but you were desperate—he was the only one to pick up.

“iwaizumi?” you softly asked, your voice shaking, no matter how much you tried to control it. the call was silent on his side for a moment, most likely iwaizumi staring at his phone, wondering if he was actually awake or just dreaming that.

but then he processed the tremble in your voice, his mind zeroing in on it. “what’s wrong?”

“i’m walking back to my apartment,” you whispered into the phone, “i think i’m being followed.”

you hear immediate rustling of the sheets and iwaizumi’s more alert voice. “where are you?”

“about to cross fourth and university drive.”

“i’m coming,” he announced, grabbing his keys, “stay on the phone with me, okay? talk me through this. what’re they doing?”

you know you probably shouldn’t have called your ex-boyfriend, knowing the two of you ended so you both could focus on your respective studies—the same cliché excuse all college exes used—but he was leaving in a couple weeks to study abroad.

despite all this, nothing could ever replace how safe he made you feel around him. he was always the protective kind; he had always been your scary dog privilege.

you swallowed and took a shallow breath in an attempt to calm your heart rate—fight or flight definitely began kicking in. looking around, it was too eerily quiet down this road, with only a couple empty convenience stores still open at that hour. however, they provided enough light for you to remain illuminated at all times, keeping the creeper far behind.

you glanced back, noticing the figure walking slowly, but consistently taking the same turns as you—even after you deliberately went in a circle around a couple blocks to test them.

“they’ve been following me since i left campus,” you explained in a shaky voice, “they’re keeping their head down so the lampposts and shop lights don’t show their face… i’m just gonna walk to your place—you live closer.”

probably not the best idea, but it was your safety on the line.

you heard the controlled breathing on the other line as iwaizumi ran down the street. “keep talking to me, i’m about three minutes away,” he panted.

as you kept checking behind you, the figure kept getting closer, stumbling over their own feet at times—definitely inebriated. as you turned a corner, you saw iwaizumi running to you, and you met him halfway with glassy eyes.

upon seeing iwaizumi holding you in a protective hug, the mysterious person turned to walk a different direction, sober enough to realize it wasn’t worth a fight—especially a fight that your ex-boyfriend would most likely win.

he rubbed your back comfortingly as you buried your face in his chest, taking in the familiar, nostalgic scent of cinnamon. “it’s okay, princess. breathe for me,” he cooed in your hair, using the same pet name from when you were together, “that’s it, just like that. breathe with me.” he drew exaggerating breaths, modeling deep inhales for you to copy.

“didn’t know who else to call,” you whispered, “i’m sorry to bother—”

“don’t finish that. you could never bother me.” with a protective hand on your back, he guided you back to his apartment, knowing you needed to get inside somewhere as soon as possible.

walking into his apartment, it looked the same as the last time you visited. with the mini shelves of books and knick knacks, the minimal wall decorations, and the ugly grey couch in the center of the room, a wave of nostalgia washed over your body.

and then you noticed a picture on the shelf. it was a picture of the two of you on a hike, sweat glistening on both of your smiling faces. it was one of your first dates.

a part of you wondered why he kept such a thing, an intimate memory that only you two could recall. it was the first time he kissed you; his lips met yours right after you took the picture.

“you can take the bed,” iwaizumi stated, dragging your mind back to the presence. you quickly shook your head, but he insisted, walking into the kitchen to get you a cup of water. he remembered you always wanted one next to you in bed in case you woke up thirsty.

as he held the cup out to you, you softly asked, “why did you come?”

he met your eyes, an unusual softness in his eyes—a look reserved only for you, and he shrugged. “because you called.”

silence was stretched thin between you both, wrapping around your throats and preventing the two of you from speaking. you cleared your throat, willing yourself to say something. “iwa—”

“that’s not what you call me.”

you hesitated. “hajime…”

he dared a step closer, a finger lifting your chin up to look into his beautiful olive green eyes. his gaze bounced between your own eyes, searching for something. he wasn’t even sure what he was seeking out, maybe he just wanted to continue looking at you.

god, he could look at you forever.

“you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, “damn, i’m an idiot.”

you paused, your heart skipping several beats as you waited for him to elaborate. you ignored the burn in your eyes or exhaustion that laced your weary bones.

but he didn’t ignore it. he knew how exhausted you were—he could see it in the dark circles under your eyes, in how your body hunched just slightly.

you were gorgeous—perfect, even.

“it kills me how much i still love you,” he whispered, adopting an almost pained expression, “so get some sleep, princess. we have a bit to talk about in the morning.”

your jaw dropped. “there’s no way you’re gonna tell me that, then expect me to go to bed. hajime, you’re going abroad in—”

“two weeks, i know.” shifting uncomfortably, he placed the cup down. “but i also know how wrong i was to think that i could just forget about you.”

the air in the room fell quiet again, leaving the two of you nervous, like it was the end of your first date all over again. both hearts beating wildly, wondering what the other’s next move would be. it was equally exciting as it was terrifying.

“hajime,” you whispered with an exasperated sigh, “you know you’re the one.” your words were gentle, candid, raw. you knew you couldn’t love another like you’ve always loved him. ever since you were little kids sharing the neighborhood swing set or riding bikes together. every time you fell and cried, he was the one to pick you back up.

he sighed, his hand moving to cup your cheek. “and you know you are too, princess. it’s always been you.”

with a soft kiss on the lips, whispers of “let’s get to bed,” and a night of almost desperate cuddles, you fell asleep in the strong arms of the love of your life once again.

iwaizumi knew he wanted to live out his days with you and you alone, no matter how many miles he was separated from your embrace. he’d swim and walk thousands of miles across the world if it meant he’d be able to kiss your lips and hold you again.

three months apart would come and go, but you were his forever.

a/n: protective iwa… save me protective iwa…

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