#Going to bed 💖 but I’m here to plot things

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[ilwonuu]

hello!!!

it’s ur 🍒 anon and i would like to request a hao brothers best friend trope type fic?? tysm!!

my lovey 🍒 anon<3 HIII i would love to!!! thank u for requesting babes,,,i hope you enjoy ml💖💖

moonlight

: ̗̀➛ xu minghao

ᯤ paring- jun is readers brother, brothers best friend, friends to lovers<3 softdom!minghao x sub!reader

ᯤ warnings- smut with plot, they make out in a car, dry humping?? (just a lil), lots and lots of kissing, praise kinda??, unprotected sex(he pulls out tho💪), fingering (f receiving), dirty talk, after care, they’re very in love (yuck!!!), jun catches them cuddling (he lowkey loves them ok), affection, fluff, they stargaze together<3 MDNI

ᯤ a/n- not proofread OOPS PLS I WILL,,,,I MADE RHIS TOO LOMGSHAGSGS,,, im not regretting it tho because i LOVE it. minghao is rotting my brain anon thank u for sharing ur idea💖💖

he is going to be the death of you. “he” being xu minghao of course. the most gorgeous man you set eyes on. he’s also jun’s best friend, your brother. isn’t that just great for you? you’re around him constantly, he’s kind, caring, and very hot. why wouldn’t you have the biggest crush on him? he’s also coming over right now. you, him, and jun planned a hangout. you loved hanging out with them,,,especially minghao.

you guys had planned a game night with every board game imaginable. you three in you & juns living room. you were obviously winning in every game. but that was quickly cut short when a call interrupted your round of uno. jun looks around for his phone quickly. he grabs it,, answering his phone.

“hey! yea im free- okay cool i’ll leave soon!” he replies to the other person on the line. “i got myself a date!” he says after hanging up the phone. “they want to hangout! i’m so excited- surely you guys would be fine here by yourself.” he smiles at you two. “well of course we will. right y/n? go get that date.” he looks at you with a soft smile. you nod looking back at your brother. he is gone in an instant to go to his room.

“do you want to keep playing?” minghao breaks the small silence. you shrug a little shaking your head. “not really- i’m tired now.” you laugh at yourself feeling defeated. he nods his head agreeing with you. “i’m gonna lay down for a little bit. if that’s okay? i promise i won’t let you be alone for the night!” he nods and lays back against the couch.

“lay down all you need. im gonna do the same!” he smiles at you as you make your way to your bedroom. you smothered your self in your covers as soon as you get onto your bed. you try to find something to watch but there’s simply nothing good. so you think why not do something you literally always do. stargazing!!! maybe you can invite minghao? if he would even want to come- your brain can’t help but to bring him into everything.

you make your way down to the living room to see minghao laying on the couch scrolling on his phone. you have your keys in hand as you grab you fill up your water bottle. “where are you going?” minghao turns to look at you.

“oh- i’m gonna go stargazing. you can come if you want.” you say looking at him with a soft smile. he jumps off the couch with a nod. “can i? that’s like my favorite thing ever.” he makes his way over to you leaving you awfully close. you blush at the closeness and look away from him. “okay let’s go.”

the stars and minghao had easily become one of your favorite things. you two are laying on a blanket at your favorite look out spot. the temperature is perfect and so is minghao. you try to focus on the stars you really do but you just keep getting distracted. “what are you thinking about in that pretty head?” his words catch you completely off guard. you try not to show how flustered he makes you as you reply.

“nothing- just staring into space.” you smile as you turn to him. you regret that very quickly. he’s just so pretty. “you think jun is having a good time on his date?” he asks looking at you softly. you nod. “i’m sure of it! juns really great. and he really likes them. he’s always telling me.” you laugh as you think of the memories of your brother.

“yea me too. they seem great for him.” he nods at your words turning back to look at the stars,, you doing the same. “you want to go on a date with someone? you got a crush?” he blurts out as he smiles at the stars. “oh- well not really. i don’t know i guess?” he turns to look at you. “that was an unsure answer.” he giggles a little and you blush at that. the sound of his laugh filling your ears is something you could listen to forever.

“well i do like someone but they don’t like me back so it’s stupid.” he shakes his head. “not stupid at all. i-well i’m kinda in the same situation. i get you.” he smiles at you. “what do you think i should do?” you say looking away from him. “i don’t know- i would say go for it. you never know what will happen.” his words are comforting but you obviously don’t think you’ll be able to go through with his advice. you’re very afraid of rejection and making it weird for jun. you never want to put him in that situation.

“why haven’t you taken your own advice? i know it’s easier said than done.” he sighs a little at your words. “the girl i like is kinda off limits. well i don’t if i would say off limits but it’s just complicated.” you nod at him. “y/n- i don’t know if i should say this. but the girl is you- it’s fine if you don’t feel the same i understand. i just can’t lie to you.” he says looking at you waiting for you to say something. you are beyond shocked by his confession. you never thought that he would feel the same.

“look i’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable. that’s the last thing i wanted to do.” his expression softens as he sits up. “no minghao! i’m not uncomfortable i swear. i just am shocked because i feel the same.” you sitting up as well to look at him fully. “really? are you messing with me?” he laughs nervously.

“no no- i would never do that. minghao i like you too. i have for awhile i just could never tell you. i was too scared and i know it’s stupid because you’re jun’s best friend and i know how easy you are to talk to- i’m just rambling now i’m sorry im nervous!” you laugh looking away from him. “don’t be sorry. i’m nervous too. you make me very nervous,,in the best way!” he says not taking his eyes off you.

“can i kiss you?” he asks grabbing your hand. “yes-“ his lips are quick to meet yours. the kiss is sweet and filled with love. you let a moan slip as he deepens the kiss. his hand cups your face as slowly melt more into the kiss.

you’re the first to pull away with a light pant. “i wanted to do that for a really long time.” you say with a smile. he nods his head pulling you into a hug. “me too- also you look really pretty tonight,,you always do.” his words always make you blush but him calling you pretty has you bright red. you laugh looking away from him.

“no- i meant it you look beautiful.” you smile as he rubs your cheek a little having you look at him. “thank you minghao. you’re sweet.” he smiles before looking around. “it’s getting pretty late do you think we should go back?” you nod getting up from your spot grabbing your blanket heading back to the car. “do you want to drive?” you ask waving the keys at him. “sure.” he smiles as you throw the keys to him. you both getting into the warmth of the car.

“minghao- can i kiss you again?” you turn touching his arm gently. “of course sweetheart. come here.” you literally think you might die right then and there. sweetheart????? you could die happy now of course. he leans in to kiss you, his hand coming up to grab your face again. this kiss is more desperate on his end and you love it. it’s hungry but he’s still being gentle.

“you’re so fucking pretty.” he says in between kisses. you have butterflies in your stomach. you are dying in front of him and you don’t even care. you moan quietly as you slowly climb over his lap. he helps you onto his lap as you get comfortable. you grind down mindlessly against him causing him to pull away from the kiss.

“shit- are you- do you want to do this?” you nod pecking his lips. “maybe a little here and more at home? if you want to- hao i really want you.” he laughs in disbelief. “you’re gonna kill me. i want you more than anything pretty.” he pulls you into another kiss as you start to grind down onto him again. he groans into the kiss moving his hands to your hips helping you move against him.

“fuck- let’s go now.” you pull away from the kiss and climb off of him. he laughs straightening out himself as he starts the car. “wait- what if jun is there?” you look at him as he starts to drive to your house. “i don’t think he’s back yet. i think he would’ve texted or something.” he smiles at you quickly looking back at the road.

as soon as you guys make sure no one is home. you are quick to run to your bedroom. you guys are stripping each other like its a race. he is on top of you kissing your neck slowly. “can i touch you?” he asks as he kisses against your chest and down your stomach. “please hao-“ he kisses against your thighs. he comes back up to face you to kiss your lips. you feel his fingers rub against your thighs. he plants soft whispers and praises into your neck as feel his fingers rubbing against your slit.

“hao-“ he shuts you up by kissing you as you feel one of his fingers enter you. he’s kissing you sloppily as he works his finger slowly. he pulls away to look at you fully spread for him. “look at you. so so pretty i can’t-“ he kissing against your skin gently as he cups one of your breasts rubbing it gently. you moan out quickly putting your hand over your mouth.

“don’t hide yourself. you sound so pretty.” his finger curls inside you as he rubs your clit with his thumb. “b-but what if jun comes h-home.” you throw your head back at the pleasure quickly forgetting about your words. your moan is loud as minghao licks a small stripe against your neck, kissing it very carefully.

“h-hao? can you fuck me? please i n-need you.” you pull his face closer to you by his chain, careful not to break it. “shit- are you sure?” he asks as he kisses your cheek. “yes! i’m- so sure please-“ he nods quickly moving to spread your legs for him. he gives his dick a couple strokes as he lines up with you. you watch him with intense eyes as you feel yourself get wetter. his brown hair messy and the dark light is making you lose your mind. how could someone be so perfect? he wants you? you are beyond lucky.

“you are completely sure?” he looks up at you. you nod pulling him down to peck his lips. “i need you- please hao.” you sigh as you feel him rub his tip against your clit. “why are you teasing?” you pout at him as he chuckles at you a little. “okay- i won’t tease you anymore.” you feel him push into you gently as he leaves kisses against your neck and shoulders.

“oh- oh my gosh hao-“ you wince at the pain but it was quickly replaced with pleasure. he slowly bottoms out watching your face. “are you okay?” you rubs your side lovingly as he watches your expression. “yes- keep going. you can move-“ he cuts you off as he starts to move his hips shallowly.

“shit- i didn’t ask about protection-“ he looks around as he draws his hips from you. “no- you can just pull out! if you’re okay with that?” you grab his arm gently. he looks at you with a half smirk. “yea- fuck okay.” he is quick to return to movements. you cry out loudly, moaning his name.

he groans when he hears his name leave your lips. “fuck- keep moaning my name sweetheart.” okay did you just come? well no but you could’ve from how sexy he sounded. you throw your head back as his hips speed against you. his hands are gripping your hips helping you move with his thrusts. “this okay?” you nod moaning out.

“so g-good.” you are almost to tears he’s moving at the perfect pace and being so gentle. he leaves soft kisses against your body. the praises sending you into heaven. “you’re so pretty- fuck aren’t you?” “you look so perfect for me, all for me.” you blushing at each of his statements as your cunt agrees with the loving praises he’s giving you. “shit- i might come.” he looks at you before groaning as his hips start to slow just slightly.

“me- too. don’t s-stop.” you grip his shoulder as you moan his name loudly. his hips start to move at the perfect angle causing both of you to cry out for each other. “i’m coming-“ he kisses your neck as his hips stuttering. you clench around him as you to warn him, coming undone. he groans as he pulls out of you. his warm seed painting your stomach. you both moan out as he throws his head back.

“you were so perfect. took it so well for me.” he kisses your head. “look at you gorgeous as ever sweetheart.” he rubs your cheek as he grabs a rag to clean you up. he’s very gentle as he cleans you up. he’s looking at you giving you cute smiles as you feel some spots tickle. he gives your face soft kisses as he finishes cleaning you off.

“all clean now- well kinda.” he smiles pulling your fave in to kiss you as he crawls into the bed with you. just a few hours ago you were thinking of the boy in that same bed. you look over as him as you hand him his shorts and grab your discarded clothes both of you getting dressed. minghao staying shirtless with just his shorts. you guys crawl back into bed together. he pulls you close to him almost instantly. “i think i’m in love with you.” he says as he looks at you. your smile quickly turns into an even bigger one.

“hao i think i am too.” you kisses his lips snuggling back into him. “you’re so beautiful. how am i so lucky?” he kisses your cheek. “will you be my girlfriend?” he asks you as he lays his head against yours. “of course i will hao.” you smile kissing his head. you two stay cuddled up for another hour as you hear the front door open. jun came in to no one in the living room, which he thought was weird. maybe minghao is in his room and you are in yours? of course he’s gonna check on you first. he opens your door without knocking giving you and minghao to separate from each others arms.

“i’m home. how was ur nig-“ he looks at you guys blankly for a second almost speechless. “did you guys- have sex?” he looks at minghao’s boxers and shirt with your bra against the floor. “uh-“ he shakes his head. “fucking finally. well first of all gross. but finally you guys can stop annoying me with the awkward flirting!” he laughs quietly.

“glad your night was eventful.” you hide your face in embarrassment. “okay enough about that! how was your date jun?” you ask him, you smile as minghao nods along with your words. “it was great! we’re going to breakfast so on that note i’m going to bed. i also need to wash this image out of my mind.” he turns away from your door closing. “we weren’t even doing anything!” you shout through the door. he ignores you but you quickly get a text.

jun😾- goodnight love u guys 🤮

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2024 Fic Review

Tagged by @m34gs. Thank you, friend 💖

It's been a while since I've had the time and energy to tackle a tag game, but I really wanted to do this.

Statistics

My Top 5 Fics by Hits:

I'm assuming this is only for 2024, so going by how Ao3 sorts fics based on the year, we've got these:

the way it follows you home, the stories i never told: JJK, Gojou/Yuuji/Gojou time travel fix-it. Gojou Satoru and Itadori Yuuji travel back in time to avert an apocalyptic future. Sixteen-year-old Satoru has opinions about the whole thing.

(let me be clear) every version of the story ends with you being slaughtered: JJK, Gojou/Yuuji, canon-divergent kidnapping fic. Gojou Satoru kidnaps a teenager, supposedly for his own good.

there’s a lover in the story, but the story’s still the same: JJK, Gojou/Yuuji, de-aged Gojou. Shortly before the Goodwill Event, Yuuji finds that his teacher has de-aged to his seventeen-year-old self. He adapts a little too well.

baby blue, they paid you to take my youth and use it up: JJK, Gojou, Yuuji, role reversal omegaverse. Satoru’s in heat; it’s Yuuji’s problem somehow.

everything burned, as promised: JJK, Gojou/Yuuji, time travel fuck-it. Satoru goes north. Yuuji is a casualty.

My Most Bookmarked Fic:

It's the way it follows you home, the stories i never told by a significant margin.

How Many Words I Wrote in 2024:

540,076

There's a breakdown here.

Question Stuff

1. What was the most surprising thing about writing in 2024?

The fact that I not only conceived of and tackled but also actually finished my ten-year anniversary project. That was kind of insane, especially considering my preferred way of writing—which, these days, involves just writing one fic from start to end with no external factors considered. It was a fuckload of fun though!

2. What was the most enjoyable to write?

It was definitely bloodstains on the collar means just don't ask—a no-powers sukuita+goyuu AU featuring Sukuna as Yuuji's uncle and Gojou as his high school teacher. It was my first no-powers AU for JJK, and while that itself isn't an appealing factor, figuring out their dynamics in this context was incredibly fun and also helped me get a better understanding of the characters, especially Sukuna.

3. Which fic is the most underrated?

Hmmm, I don't know if I'd call any of them underrated, but going by the numbers in relation to my personal fondness, it'd be this is the wrong story.

The concept is one I'd wanted to tackle (but was wary of fucking up) for a while, so getting a finished product I was/am proud of feels pretty great. I'm also very fond of some of the ideas I've worked into the fic, as well as the imagery and metaphors used. That said, it's a fucky concept with graphic vore (erotic consensual cannibalism variety), so I'm not surprised that most people are giving it a wide berth. Those who did read it have been very lovely in their responses 💗

4. Which fic(s) had something "cut" or an idea that never happened?

The anniversary project eventually resulted in four ideas (goyuu sex ed ft. poor Megumi, the aforementioned vorey fic, teen Gojou and the PR in a love triangle with Yuuji, and the Higuruma/Yuuji fic) being struck off my larger list of plot bunnies/ideas to write.

5. Which fic(s) did you want to write but didn't get around to?

Well, the current count is 95! So fuck me, I guess.

6. Any WIPs that never got published?

Oh, so many. Considering just the ones finished and the ones published in 2024—

taking the flesh is the only virtue (posted in 2025)

i could keep your bed warm, otherwise i’m useless (unposted)

bloodstains on the collar means just don’t ask (unposted)

the brute fact of flesh awaiting our teeth (unposted)

7. Share a snippet from a WIP fic?

I'm only working on one fic at present (...been working on it for months at this point), and this is the latest bit:

The twitch of his own cock calls him out on the lie. It’s no distraction. Satoru feels every bit an animal as Yuuji, speared on cock and so tenderly brutalized. “That looks fun,” comes an unwanted interruption. “You gonna share?” Satoru wraps his limbs more firmly around Yuuji, sighing through the flare of hurt. “Keep your oversized paws to yourself.” A mean-sounding chuckle answers him, followed by its owner emerging from the undergrowth. Out of the corner of his eye, Satoru watches Tōji survey the scene, not missing how he lingers on their naked bodies with unwarranted intensity. At that angle, he can’t see the blood-wet marriage between Yuuji’s face and Satoru’s shoulder. That changes when Yuuji raises his head and snarls at Tōji.

8. Which fic was the one you were most excited to write?

I'm pretty sure that was (this is also part of the story) how the story changes, but man, after a four-chapter outline turned into a four-part 24-chapter fic, I was just glad for it to be over 🤣

9. Fic hopes for the New Year?

There are a number of ideas I'd like to tackle properly. But in general, I just want to keep writing for JJK the way I have been and enjoy the company of my fellow fans.

Tagging (no pressure) @tozettastone @cursedvibes @kairos-polaris @actualalligator @naamah-beherit @joeys-piano @rifle-yes and anyone else who wants to give it a go!

[phoenixs-fandoms-and-writings]

Do You Think Anyone Will Love Me?

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: James Potter/Reader (no pronouns are used for reader, but James affectionately calls them Princess)

Plot: You have a bad day and go home to find comfort in your roommate and long time friend, James.

Reader is autistic and James is just supportive.

Notes: This account is anti-JKR and her beliefs.

Happy Valentine’s Day! 💖

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Read on AO3 here.

You hadn’t been having a good day and went to seek out the only person you felt could help you through this, and make you think about something other than how bad you thought you looked and how bad you felt. When you got home, you seeked him out; your roommate, your best friend and your secret crush, James Potter.

“James,” you breathed a sigh of relief at seeing him.

He turned to you with a big smile on his face, but when he caught sight of you and the tears rolling down your cheeks, his face fell. “What’s wrong?”

He held his arms open and you ran into his arms as he gave you a comforting hug in a way that only James could. You started crying, “Do you think anyone will love me?”

He held you closer, “of course someone will love you or maybe someone already loves you. How could they not love you? You’re amazing. You’re perfect.” He paused, before you heard him say, “Don’t let anyone tell you or make you feel otherwise.”

“Do you really think that of me? That I’m amazing and perfect?”

“Yes! You are to me. I love you.” He pulled back and looked down at your face. “I love you so much. I want you to be mine.”

“But Lily-”

“Means nothing to me. If it ever looked like I was flirting with her, it was only because you were near and I was flirting with you. It always seemed to make you smile and I like it when you smile.”

“James,” you looked up at him for a few seconds to tell him, “I’d love to be yours.” You looked away and down to his mouth.

He leaned down and kissed you, your eyes fluttering shut. It was slow and passionate, and better than you’d ever dreamed.

When he pulled back, you smiled, breathing a little heavier than before.

“I have something I want to show you,” he told you. “I always tried to hide my feelings from you because I didn’t know how you felt and I didn’t want to scare you off.” He moved away from you and you felt a little colder without his warmth, but he took your hand and led you to his room, sitting you on his bed. “I wrote these to you, though I wasn’t sure if I’d ever give them to you telling you it was me, or if I’d leave them in the letter box as a secret admirer.” He pulled out a little stack of letters and handed them to you. “Though, I guess it doesn’t matter now.”

“I’m glad you didn’t do the secret admirer thing. I love knowing it’s from you.”

You opened the letters up and you read them, each one more beautiful than the last. One of them was written about the time you had a day like this, a day where you felt ugly, you couldn’t control your hair and you felt like you were fat. He wrote about how you might not see it yourself, but how beautiful you are and how your kindness, compassion and loyalty made you even more beautiful in his eyes.

When you gave them back to him, he put them on his bedside table. “How about we spend the rest of the day together? Just you and me.”

You smiled at him softly, before you lifted your hand to your hair, “I should probably wash my hair. It feels dirty.”

“You look amazing to me,” he said to you before moving forward to capture your lips in a kiss. “But if that’s how you feel, how about I help you by washing your hair?”

“You want to do that?”

“Of course, lovey,” he told you. “Would you like me to be in the bath with you? Or would you prefer I sit on the side? I don’t mind either way.”

You blushed and looked down, “Jamie, would you please join me?” You weren’t worried about him seeing you naked, you’d known him almost your whole life and he was the only man you felt fully safe around.

“Gladly, princess.” He smiled at you as he stood up holding his hand out to you. You took it, smiling at him. He smiled back before he guided you into the bathroom.

You loved how he let you be yourself; how he didn’t force you to do any of the societal norms, like keep eye contact, or not stim. You love how supportive he was after you found out you were autistic, you had been so worried that you would lose him completely.

You had heard horror stories from others who told others they were autistic and they didn’t want anything to do with them. When you told James, he just hugged you and told you, “I’m glad you were able to find out and that you trusted me enough to tell me. This is not a negative and you are not less than. You are an incredible and inspiring person.”

He was the first one you told and you were so happy that you did.

You were brought back to the present when you felt a warm hand on your face. You looked up at James’ beautiful face.

“What are you thinking about, my love?”

You blushed and told him, “I was just thinking about when I told you about finding out that I’m autistic. I was terrified of telling anyone but I needed to tell someone and I’m so glad that you have been so supportive of me.”

He leaned down and kissed you, leaving you breathless, “I will always support you. I always did, from the very beginning.”

After pulling away, he turned around and that's when you noticed the bath was full. He started taking off his shirt and you turned away. When he noticed this, he turned you back to him. “We’re together now. If you want to look, you can.” He kissed you before adding, “You should probably take off your clothes. I can turn away if it makes you more comfortable.”

You looked down and took a deep breath before taking off your clothes. You looked up at him nervously, and saw how James couldn’t take his eyes off you and it made you feel incredible.

“Lovey, you are so beautiful. More beautiful than anyone I’ve ever seen,” he told you and you blushed.

“Say that to me again,” you requested. “I haven’t had anyone say that to me before. Not anyone of significance anyway.”

“You are so beautiful, my love,” he smiled at you. “The most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. I will gladly tell you that as often as you want to hear it.”

You smiled at him again as he took your hand and guided you over to the bath. Once he was in, he kissed your hand before he helped you in and you sat between his legs.

He got your shampoo, squeezing a little into the palm of his hand before massaging it into your scalp. You hummed in contentment at the feel of his massage into your head. It felt so good.

He did the whole routine, using a clean cup that he’d brought in to get some of the water from the bath and rinsing it out after each time he used the shampoo and conditioner, making sure none of it got in your eyes.

After he finished, the two of you just sat together a little longer before you got out and you dried yourselves off.

He told you he would be with you in just a moment, but asked if he could brush your hair and you told him that he could and you’d be happy to let him. He’d just get some clothes to put in your room. You went to your room and put on the clothes you sleep in and waited until he walked into your room, wearing only sweatpants.

He picked up your hair brush and sat behind you. He brushed your hair gently as he whispered sweet nothings to you. After he finished, he put the brush down, before taking your hand and guiding you back so you were leaning against him.

He looked down at your intertwined hands and whispered, “I like the way your hand fits in mine.”

You looked down at your joined hands as well. “I like the way your hand feels in mine.”

He looked over at you. You looked up at him and he smiled softly at you as you looked down slightly, “Would it be alright if I borrowed one of your sweaters? They smell like you.”

He pulled you up so the two of you were still holding hands and took you to his room. “Is there one in particular you’d like to wear, love?”

“No, any of them. They all smell like you.”

He pulled one out and asked, “do you mind if I put it on you?”

You shook your head and sat on his bed as he pulled it over your head and you put your arms through the holes. You looked down, smiling, before whispering more to yourself than to him, “it’s my favourite colour.”

“Did you think I wouldn’t remember?” You could hear the smile in his voice before you saw it. “Lovey, would you like me to paint your nails?”

You looked up at him, “you want to do that?”

“Of course, I want today to be all about you and pampering you. So would you like me to?”

“Yes, please,” you responded as you started to get up.

“No,” he sat you down on the bed again. “I’ll get everything, just tell me what we need.”

“Nail polish organiser bag. It has everything needed for doing this. It’s the black bag in the cupboard under the vanity on the left in my room.”

“Alright, lovey,” he leaned down to give you a quick peck before adding, “make yourself comfortable. I’ll be back soon.”

He left and you lay back on his bed, smiling to yourself. He came back not long after with the bag. You opened it and pulled out all the essentials, fixing your cuticles, making it easier for him as he picked out the ones he wanted to use.

Once he’d chosen the colours he wanted, you pulled and showed him the polish to use first. He got the little tray table you had in your room. He told you where he wanted you (sitting against the headboard) and placed the table between the two of you so you had somewhere to put your hands.

As he was doing them, a thought came to mind, “James?”

He hummed in response to let you know he was listening.

“Can I please do your nails at some point?”

He stopped painting your nails for a moment, to smile at you and answer, “of course, angel. I would love that. We could take photos of them both.”

You smiled at him and watched as he finished your nails. He moved to sit beside you and you leaned against him as you waited for your nails to finish.

You lifted your hands to look at what he’d done. “James, these are beautiful. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Beautiful colours for my beautiful angel.”

You smiled and blushed, “I like it when you use those pet names for me.”

“I’ll keep using them then,” he whispered in your ear, before leaning his head on top of yours. “When they dry, would you snuggle with me?”

You giggled and whispered, “I would love to.”

When your nails had dried, you moved the little table off the bed and the two of you lay together with him holding you in his arms and you cuddled into him.

As you both cuddled each other and you buried your face into him and his smell. You loved his smell. He made you feel safe and loved, and his smell enveloped you in warmth and safety.

He pulled you back a little before littering your face with kisses. You giggled, and when he stopped, you hesitated a little before you kissed him. He tasted like home and love, just like his smell.

You snuggled into him even more, and you knew without a doubt, with him, you were always home.

[m1ckeyb3rry]

mira!!! hi hello! for the ask game: (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) and (°ロ°) !

hihihi juni!! i would love to answer those 💖

[ask game!]

(´｡• ᵕ •｡`) : talk about the fic that you enjoyed writing the most! and don't forget to link it in your response if it's published!

i answered with a diff fic earlier so this time i will say that my current project threefold has been VERYY fun for me!! the fact that it’s more of a contained story (thematically it can only be three parts) makes it so i don’t have to worry about having too many/not enough chapters which is nice because i’m always fretting about word count!! the challenge of writing a character who i haven’t even met in game and relying basically on what little my friends/the wiki/social media have told me and trying to keep him “in character” in SUCH a different au is also really interesting and for someone like me who is always stressing about maintaining lore and canon accuracy it’s very freeing in a sense!! also there’s so much going on outside of the view of the reader (both reader the character and reader as in those who are actively reading the story) that layering in those hints and striking the balance between just giving everything away and properly foreshadowing is definitely a fun thing to keep in mind. plus mydei is just so handsome LOL i am always happy to think about him 🙂‍↕️ his relationship with the reader is so interesting to me and i have so much fun writing their interactions!!

(°ロ°) ! : how do you get in the mood for writing? do you intentionally set time aside on your calendar or rely on sheer bursts of motivation and hyperfixation? do you have any pre-writing rituals?

i talked about my weird blue-lock-flow-esque state in a diff ask so i won’t repeat it here but essentially no i wouldn’t say i have any SPECIFIC things i do!! writing is kinda just like a default action for me atp like if i’m just chilling i start writing 😭 i will say though i’ve noticed that i get my best ideas at like 4am with a weird consistency OFJDJDJ like i’ll be about to go to sleep trying to think of something to write (this more so applies to new story ideas not plot points for something which already exists!!) and then i’ll receive like. a Vision of like one line that i NEED to write and from there the story is born HAHA for example with threefold i was about to go to bed after studying for an exam when the paragraph describing reader’s first glance at mydei (when her husband gives him to her) just manifested in my mind and from there the rest of the plot (and my migraine the next day from a lack of sleep) was born!! i wish i got these ideas at a more normal time so i could sleep better but. when it happens it happens yk. i usually just jot down the rudimentary stuff on my notes app though and then i return to it the next morning when the flash of inspiration has germinated into something more concrete!!

[jaeminvore]

Hi Nics! I've been meaning to drop an ask here since forever (BECAUSE I LOVE UR WORKS SO MUCH!)

I think I found you through Hot & Cold and immediately followed u after that and binged read your haechan works (Young God MY ABSOLUTE FAVE) as well as ur jaemin work Blur 😩

I'm filo btw hehe so when u dropped room(hate) I WAS THRILLED especially because the mc is a nurse! My course is nursing so hahahaha all the more to get excited and I actually read it during my review days AND GOSH HOW I UNDERSTAND MC SO MUCH CUZ I ACTUALLY WANT TO PURSE BEING AN OR NURSE SOMEDAY (i remember the number of exposures i had in the OR as a student nurse and was scared of potentially getting scolded by the surgeons if you hand them the wrong instrument 😭 but nevertheless the area is very interesting since it's where you can truly appreciate the human anatomy!) plus i recently passed the boards and i am officially a registered nurse! gonna be working soon as well omg i actually hope i can be assigned to the OR and have the same competence as mc fkdndhdhhd

ANYWAY i just want to tell you how i LOVE ur writings when it comes to the plot, dialogue, EVERYTHING especially the characterization cuz like why is golden boy mark so fitting to be an ER nurse 😭 and nahyuck being the human version of a headache? LOL SIGN ME UP I LOVE HOW U MAKE UR CHARACTERS, the humor and banters here and there is also very on point that made me had a shoulder-shaking-stifled-giggles from my bed at night lmfaoo

This is getting long but i want u to know i am realllyy looking forward to ur future writings may it be a drabble or a full on fic (gonna read ur other fics as well hehe or reread my fave ones) and u better expect imma be one of those who will come running here once room(hate) part 2 is ready and out 😤

For the mean time I wish you well and good luck on your endeavors here on tumblr and whatever you have going on in your personal life! Happy New Year and I hope you'll have a great day ahead! 🤍

Hello hello!! It’s morning for me now (aka an earlier start of my day than usual lol) and reading this just made my entire morning better 😭💖

I’m also filo, but sadly i did not take up nursing (it was one of my choices though!) so this was kind of like a ‘what if?’ situation for me and room(hate) was partially inspired by my aunt who is a nurse herself and if I can remember correctly, I think she was also assigned to the ER 😆 AND CONGRATULATIONS FOR PASSINNG THE BOARDS HELLO??? I’m so proud of you anon and I know you’ll absolutely be great at it! I’m ngl though, it’s going to be a huge adjustment but trust you’ll be alright because i can tell how much you love being a nurse already 🫡💖

and thank you so much for ur super kind comments HAHDHSHS it’s serious for me when it comes to characterization loool bc for me, they really breathe life to the story lol and u got me giggling too when you said moments here and there (esp the banters) made u laugh ‘cause girl, exactly, my job here is done 🙂‍↕️

AND DW!!! part 2 is on its way and happy new year anon!! I wish you only good things to happen to you this 2025 🫶🏼

[raffe156]

Between a rock and a hard place

Just gonna go for it an post what I’ve written haha!

I’ve done my best with spelling an if you lot like it let me know I have a plot for this I promise 🤣

Feedback welcome 💖

Stake out

Pairing - Price X Reader X Ghost

Summary - MI6 agent handler/ field agent is on a stake out recon mission with the one and only Captain John Price, who she has had dealings with back when she was in training - they are holed up in dingy hotel in Mexico - Tensions rise and it gets heated between the two in more ways than one - Bravo 6 didn’t go dark - Ghost enjoys the show.

Warnings - Smut (18+) consensual non con, Voyeurism, Language, Age gap Price (47) reader (28) Dom!Price, Brat!Reader, comms not closed, Sir kink, praise kink, Degradation kink, Spitting, fingering, double penetration implied, Hair pulling, Oral (M + F receiving), Smoking, spanking, mentions of younger reader (Nothing too bad)

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Call of duty characters 

Mexico City 01:00am

You lay on the poor excuse of a bed looking up at the damp ceiling of the dingy hotel your were camped out in counting the spots of mould and wondering how on earth you had ended up on a recon mission with the 141 in Mexico. Not only that but you were holed up with Captain John Price of all people.

Ghost and Soap where set up in the apartments facing your room only a few feet keeping your balconies from joining, but due to your ranking you had to be supervised and your boss didn’t trust any of the other men alone with you that an she knew you could be hot headed and you liked to talk back.

You and Price had met before years back when you were in the academy at just 17 you thought you had it all brains, wit, charm, but your bad attitude held you back. The training base was occupied briefly by the 141 - Price was often asked to consult on some of the training scenarios as always you thought you had it all figured out which always resulted with Price in your face gun fingers to your temple “Bang your dead - your inside man is dead, Mission failed (Y/L/N)” he seen how cocky you where and he hated it, you felt he wanted to tear you down from the start. But despite all the nay sayers you graduated and was now one of the top Agent handlers and SIS agents in your age group albeit revered as a back talker.

So when you got the summons for this mission you where filled with dread when His name was read out in the brief. “Ma’am surely I can do the recon on my own, I’ve proven myself before..I don’t need a babysitter” you forgot yourself and was bluntly corrected by your Chief.

So here you were day 2 and you already wanted the mission to be over, you were broken out of your dismal day dream to the crackle of the comms in your ear - it was Soap - “Captain, question?”

“What is it Soap?“- Price said taking a drag of his ever present cigar.

“What’s the going rate for babysitting these days?“- Soap asked.

You rolled your eyes and looked over at Price, who was already glaring at you from the busted couch.

“Think your funny McTavish? Well ill tell you what it ain’t nearly enough” - He said exhaling thick smoke that clouded his face.

“I’m more than happy to take over Captain, think I could teach her a thing or two send her over here”- Ghost chimed in.

Price stood up laughing an walked over to the open balcony - he was in civilian clothes, still cargo pants and t-shirt but not his usual cargo pants, bullet vest and Boonie hat. He placed his hand above to lean on the frame and looked down on to the busy street below.

“I’m sure you could Ghost, but if you remember correctly this one could do with a muzzle and a firm hand, serious discipline issue I’m telling you”- he said as he dipped his head under his arm to look over at you, you noticed he was smirking you could just make it out under his thick facial hair.

Your blood was boiling and he knew it he could see it on your face. He was enjoying this.

“I can work with that, I like a challenge you know me guv I reckon I could get her in line” - Ghost taunted you.

“I know you do Mate, I know you do”- Price shook his head and laughed.

They were mocking you , talking about you as if you weren’t even there how dare they. Your heckles where up now and you needed to say something or else they would keep talking about you like a silly little girl.

“You wouldn’t know where to start Riley” - You spat as you sat up adjusting the stupid sundress you had to wear to blend in an look like a tourist, you looked out into the pitch black room a facing yours hoping he was in there.

Price looked at you stunned by your clear disobedience by calling Ghost by his surname.You’d done it now.

“Ohh I can assure you I would, in fact I could name a few places I would start with…” - Ghost was cut off by Price.

“Easy Ghost……Honestly (Y/L/N) your lucky you were barely legal at that academy or else I would have put you over my knee and shown your arse my palm an I’m sure Ghost wouldn’t of minded given me a helping hand with that would you mate?” -He said this while relighting his cigar.

“I would of been more than happy to help teach her a lesson Captain” - Ghost growled down the comms line in your ear making it feel like he was right behind you.

“Listen darling, your not cut out for this world, your mouth gets you into far too much trouble” - Price was stood in the middle of the room.

You were furious you skin was alight, but something was stirring in your core the thought of their hands on you Teaching you a lesson it pulled on something deep with you and that scared you, but they had pushed you too far now.

“You know what Price…Fuck you, I’m tired of taking your shit, talking to me like I’m playing special agent…I Am a fucking special agent the best in her fucking field and don’t you forget that you old fuck! And as for you Riley…” - you turned to look out over at the adjacent apartment where you knew Ghost was posted you could just make out the White of his signature skull mask in the shadow of the darkened room.

“Get a grip and take the fucking mask off did no one tell you its only halloween once a year you muppet” - You where on a roll now, on fire, unaware Price had made his way over to you in two strides.

The next thing you knew you were slammed up by your throat and pushed onto the bedside table back pushed right up to the wall. Price blew smoke out of his nose which was inches away from your own. You tried to focus and take in what had just happened but his face was too close. You then realise his grip was getting tighter around your neck, but that wasn’t what concerned you it was his right hand that had a good grip of the top of your thigh, he slid his thumb under the thin fabric of your underwear finding you soaked. He looked down and chuckled.

“That shut you up didn’t it love?” - He pulled his thumb back out and released his grip of your throat. Stepping back he sucked your wetness of his thumb.

“You where right Ghost……tastes just like Honey” - Price smirked dropping his arms either side of him.

“Told yah…” - Ghost sighed.

You were in utter shock at not only what had just took place but also how wet you were. The loud street below snapped you out of your daze and you became embarrassingly aware that Soap may of seen what happened but you knew Ghost definitely witnessed it. For a split second you thought when had they discussed how you might taste?

Price was staring at you his eyes fixed on your every move, you were going nowhere unless he said so. He turned around an placed his cigar in an ash tray on the side board.

“Now be a good girl and come ere” - He motioned you with his hand.

But when you didn’t move he bounded over and grabbed you by the back of your neck marching you over to the couch.

“On your knees……NOW!” - He shouted shoving you down in front of the couch he placed himself in front of you, unbuckling his belt and shimming his pants down just past his hips, you could see how hard he was behind his tight boxers.

“Now are you going to be a good girl?” - He asked caressing you cheek. You looked up at him and turned to look over to where Soap and Ghost were, you caught a glimpse of movement in the dark Ghost was shifting about. You knew he was watching you, Fuck it you thought lets give him a show. You looked up at Price and nodded.

“Yes sir” - you whispered look up from under you lashes.

This took Price by surprise he thought he was going to have to work a lot harder to get you to submit, but he was taking your sudden obedience with a pinch of salt he knew you had more fight in you, but he was going to put you in your place either way.

“Sir?……I like that, Good girl, now open your mouth” - he said waiting for you to do as you were instructed. Once your mouth was open enough he gripped your jaw and placed his thumb on your tongue holding it down. With his other hand he pulled his cock out, it was thick and panic flashed across your face, Price noticed the fear in your eyes and it made his cock twitch with excitement.

“Head back now” - He tilted you head back thumb still on your tongue with was writhing around causing something in him to stir wildly. He leaned down slightly and spat in your mouth making it even wetter, you felt your underwear become slick and you pushed you thighs tight together. He slowly guided his cock into your mouth, you felt it hit the back of your throat and tried not to gag, but the tears that welled up gave you away. Price sighed deeply and grabbed a fist full of your hair and slammed in and out of your mouth.

“Bit too much princess?”- He said slowing his movement down. He pulled out leaving a string of saliva and pre cum from his tip to your tongue.

“Let’s give the lads a better look at you eh?” - Price moved you by your hair still on your knees he faced you towards the open balcony doors. He pulled the front of your dress down exposing your breasts your nipples going hard in the night air.Price whistled.

“Knickers but no bra? You are a naughty girl aren't you (Y/L/N)? It’s like you wanted this eh? What do you think lads? Wanna see more?” - Price gestures into the darkness.

“I canny see shit Captain!” - Soap tutted, meaning he wasn’t in the same room as Ghost. He must be in the apartment above.

“Tough shit Sargent” Ghost said mocking his team mate.

“I’m coming down to your spot LT” - Soap barked.

“No your fucking not! Stay fucking put McTavish…If you step foot in this room i'll put a bullet right between your eyes”-Ghost warned the lower ranked man.

“Fine but if I can’t have a visual I want audio” - Soap hissed down the comms, you heard the sound of a zipper and Velcro being pull apart.

Price yanked your head back,

“See how much you’ve work your Lieutenant up? he’s willing to kill his own men for his own private show” -Price whispered in your ear.

Price let the fist full of your hair go and stepped back to admire you.

“Stay there” - he said walking round the back of you. Price settle himself in the arm chair that faced the Balcony doors.

“Stand up (Y/L/N)” He said grabbing his cock in his hand. You did as you were told, you felt the familiar slickness of your thighs. You tried to cover yourself up the night air was biting at your breasts painfully.

“Don’t you dare…” - Ghost warned over the comms. You could almost see him you had to strain your eyes ,but you saw him he was sat in a chair a few feet away from the open balcony he had his pants down slightly and was slowly tugging at his own girth.

“Take yah knickers off and toss em over here…And don’t you dare try to cover yourself up” - Ghost gave you your task.

You looked behind you at Price who nodded you on. You got up from your knees, you hitched your dress up and made a show of pulling your knickers down bending over to give Price the best view. You knew he was enjoying it as you heard him let out a quiet “fuck” as he jerked himself that little bit faster. You stepped out of them slowly. Bunching them up in your hand, you walked out onto the balcony. The rising heat from the busy street below warmed you a little, but you were still 10 stories up so the wind was brisk and sharp on your exposed wet area. You leaned right over the balcony and threw your knickers over arm into Ghosts apartment. Up this close you could see more of him he had lifted his ski mask up over his nose and mouth. He caught your underwear with his free hand wrapping the thin fabric round his member tightly and resumed pumping away.

“Nice one, but word of advice?…always watch your 6 kid” - Ghost smiled the first real smile you had ever seen from him.

Watch my 6? You thought then it made sense as Price yanked you head back with his right hand and gripped your hips back into him with his left. You could feel him leaving scratchy kissed down your neck. You core was on fire. He moved his left hand round to your wet slit and slid his middle two fingers in and curled them up inside you. You let out a moan, the gushing sound was obscene. Price worked his fingers deeper into you making you cry out louder. He bent you over and you gripped the rail for support he was still working his fingers inside you.

“Ok I can defiantly see now Captain” - Soap was looking down from his vantage point. Price knelt down and buried his face into you, you felt his beard roughly grazing you inner thigh as his tongue went to work. You held onto the rail for dear life you legs shaking.

“I think she’s enjoying that Price, looks like she’s gonna cum…” - Ghost said. He was right you was on the edge of exploding, But then Price stop and got up an walked back into the room. You caught your breath and looked up at Ghost who simply nodded towards the room, you turned and found Price sat back in the armchair stroking his cock.

“Did you really think I was just gonna let you cum like that? Nooo……your gonna have to work for it darlin” - Price laughed.

“For fuck sake Captain…cant you just fuck her out here where I can fucking see!” - Soap was fuming he was back to only audio over the comms.

You started to walk back into the room when Price whistled.

“On your hands and knees like a good little bitch…give Soap something to visualise” - Price took a drag from his cigar.

You got down on your hands and knees you could feel the heat from day in the tiles on the floor, you began to crawl in towards Price. The carpet in the room was scratchy on your palms and knees you looked up at Price a cloud of cigar smoke billowed around him, he patted his his shin like you would to beckon over a pet, You sat in front of him on your knees. He leaned forward and pulled you closer so your face was in his lap his cock nearly hitting you in the face. You felt your core stir you gripped it with both hands and ran your tongue up his shaft and over the tip. He ran his hand through your hair as your head bobbed up an down taking him as deep as you could pausing just before it hit the back of your throat.

“You’ve done this before haven’t you girl…Bet this is how the boys down at the academy got you to shut up” - Price smirked as he bucked his hips up causing his tip to hit the back of your throat, you gagged but it only seemed to spur him on more as he was now moving you head for you faster than before on the last stroke he held your head down on him so that your mouth was at the base of his cock. You slapped his thigh fearing you would black out from lack of oxygen. He grinned then released your head from his grip. You came off gasping for breath like you had been held under water. He took a last drag of his cigar an set it down in an ashtray beside him and patted his thigh.

“Up you get sweetheart…back to me” - He said as he pulled his pants further down. You got up from the floor your dress that was bunch up around your waist now fell back down and covered your modesty somewhat.

“For fuck sake…rip that fucking dress of her Price!” -Ghost was barking down you ear on the comms. Price leaned forward and ripped the dress right down the middle. You really had nothing now. He tossed it to one side and patted his thighs once again. You took a seat, your back flush to his chest you could feel his cock lined up along your arse cheeks. He put his hands under your knees an lifted you up so his cock was under you now, bracing your self on the arms of the chair.

“Look at me Princess…” -Ghost said breathing hard. You looked over to meet Ghost just as Price lined himself up with your entrance, he slid in and you shut your eyes tight he filled you right up and he wasn’t even half way.

“Eyes on me (Y/F/N)” - Ghost was warning you. You tried to look over but Price pushed in further making it past his widest point.

“Fuckin hellll mate, she’s tight as” Price was amazed at your handling of his dick. You were a tight glove indeed, but he would make you fit him perfectly. Your breath hitched up and you couldn’t help let out a moan as you tried to keep eye contact with Ghost who was now shamelessly wanking himself off to his Captain fucking you with your knickers constricted around his cock.

“I think you like being watched? Love being the centre of attention all eyes on you eh?” - Price bit your shoulder as he picked up the paced. He was right, you did so you decided to let go and give them a show. The moans that escaped you were loud and wild. Price was thrusting up into you making your tits bounce, You were going to lose it your head fell back onto his shoulder.

“Ahh…Did I say you could look away from me?…” - Ghost was on the edge you could here it. You opened your eyes to glance over at his, you could make him out furiously tugging away at his member. Price lowered your legs and gripped your breast with his rough hands planting wet kissed down your neck, you placed you hands on to his arms for support and started rolling your hips down on to his chasing your orgasm, Price knew what you were doing so he removed one hand from your chest and started to rub your clit hard.

“That’s it (Y/L/N) cum…cum on your Captains cock…while your Lieutenant watches…cum now!” - Price said through gritted teeth.

This made you snap and come undone.

“OHHH FUCK!! AHHHHHHH” you came hard.

“Oh fuck…Ah ah ah” - you where still being fucked, price turned your head and kissed you deeply, you moaned in his mouth.

“I want you to cum inside me Captain” - You moaned as his tongue left your mouth. He looked you dead in the eye.

“Ask me…nicely and beg me to cum in you…” - the look in his eyes was wild and like nothing you’d see before.

“Please Sir…I want your cum in me…please cum in me…while my Lieutenant watches…please Sir” - You moaned your second orgasm building up. Price grinned and looped his arm around your waist standing up, his cock still buried inside you. He knelt down on his knees bending you over in front of him, his pelvis never leaving you opening.

“Face down…arse up in the air” -Price breathed heavy, he slid his rough hand down your back and push down between your shoulder blades making you obey. You placed your arms either side of you bent as you shoulders hit the floor, face to the side you could still see Ghost he had moved closer to the open balcony.

“Fucking ruin her Captain…” - Soap was out of breath chasing his own release. Price gripped you arse and and landed a heavy hand on your cheeks, you felt the heat on your skin instantly. He watched at his cock slid in and out now with little to no resistance. He spread your arse and rested his thumb on your arsehole. You were drooling, eyes in the back of your head. What would your Boss think if she seen you like this? Lucky girl? Price was splitting you in half, the slapping sound as his hips connected with your arse was electric. Price slipped his thumb in your arse.

“FUCK ME! Shame your over there Ghost looks like she could of took us both…fucking naughty girl aren’t you?” - Price slapped your arse again.

“Look at me (Y/L/N)…would you have liked that? This cock in your arse filling you up while Price fucks your pussy?” - Ghost was at his limit.

“……ah……Ye…yesssss…” - You couldn’t even speak the though of both of them at once was enough to tip you over the edge.

“Yes what?…” - Price pulled you up by your elbow, your back flat to his chest again, him still rutting up into you relentlessly but sloppy he was close, one arm wrapped up around you with his hand on your throat, the other wrap around you waist so you couldn’t squirm away.

“Ye…yessss…SIR!” - You moaned your pussy pulsating around him as you came. You heard Ghost let out a gritted fuck through his teeth on the comms. You could feel Prices cock swell inside as he grunted in your ear, his cum hot in you his thrusts slowing. You heard Ghost pant. Soap was silent. Price let you go but still keeping and arm round you so you didn’t fall flat on your face. You could feel his cum leaking out of you onto the floor. Price leant back bringing you with him , you didn’t resit. He wrapped is big arm around you and brushed your hair out of your face with the other as you settle under his chin, kissing the top of your head he smiled.

“Now?…are you going to behave and be a good girl for me?” - He whispered into your hair. You thought about it for a while before your turned to look up at him.

“Yes sir…ill be a good girl for you” - you said as you looked over at were Ghost was…but he wasn’t there.

🚬 💀

[harrywavycurly]

Hi I’m here to ask for some conversations with Eddie when the reader is a little ditzy but he loves her for it🙃🙈

Hiii babes!! I hope you enjoy these and yes some of these are actual conversations I’ve had with someone before 😂 have a wonderful night babes!!💖

*Eddie loves being needed and with you…he’s always gonna be needed*

“It won’t move or anything.” “Baby you-” “I have the key in and everything but when I hit the gas it just won’t do anything.” “Honey you have-” “I’m going to be late for work because this thing doesn’t ever want to work properly for me.” “Sweetheart you have to put it in Drive.” “What?” “You have it in Park still baby, you gotta put it in Drive.” “Oh…right…yeah I knew that.” “I know you did princess.”

“Baby did you…walk here?” “Well yeah…someone didn’t come pick me up.” “Pick you up for what sweetheart?” “You said we could get pancakes and go to the mall.” “We…did that yesterday.” “Oh shit.” “Did you forget to change the day on your little calendar by your bed again?” “Yeah it still says Saturday but…clearly it’s Sunday.” “Well sweetheart…you know what Sunday’s are good for?” “What?” “Pancakes.”

“I can’t find my sunglasses.” “Are they black with little like gems on them?” “Uh yeah I think so…I can’t find them in the van or in my purse.” “Baby…” “I don’t normally leave the house without them.” “Sweetheart they are on your head.” “What?…oh right I pushed them up to hold my hair back…” “Why don’t you just wear a headband?” “Because I just use my sunglasses.” “Right…that makes total sense princess.”

“Did you add water?” “Water?” “It says two eggs and half a cup of water and one cup of oil…did you add all that?” “I thought it said the water was if it was too thick? I didn’t think it was too thick…” “Uh no baby it says you add the water the same time you add the oil.” “I didn’t add water.” “Okay…that’s fine sweetheart…don’t cry please it’s fine I’ll just go get another box of mix it’s fine.” “I ruined them.” “Hey hey baby…listen it’s just brownies okay? We can make more and this time we can get the kind with extra chocolate chunks.” “Really?” “Yeah I know that’s your favorite and we can make them together.” “I’ll add the water this time I promise.”

“I finished reading that book on your nightstand it was really good…kinda confusing but I liked it.” “The book on my nightstand?” “Yeah uh what’s it called? Return of the King.” “Baby…that’s the third book in a trilogy…” “oh so there’s two more? The ending didn’t leave it open though?” “No honey you read the last installment there’s two books before that one…” “Oh that explains why it was a little confusing.” “But you liked it?” “Yeah it was good I liked the battle scenes and uhm what’s his name? Frodo? He is very annoying.” “You might like him in the first book.” “I mean…I already know how it ends.” “But you don’t even know how they got to Mordor or who died along the way and the whole plot of the trilogy.” “But I know how it ends. Isn’t that the most important part?”“Baby…”

[thesafecafe]

Hey gorg so I saw this reaction of yours and I was wondering if you can do a yunho imagine based on it. Can you make us fluff on the end tho? Thank you 💖💖

His Little Spy, J.YH.

Jeong Yunho was an enigma to you. Ever since you first worked under him, he had always been quite elusive, but now, even more so. You were captured, an enemy, surely deserving of death for breaking into his base and trading information, but he wanted to... marry you?

CW: mention of guns, arranged marriage (?), fem reader, enemies to friends/possible lovers, fluff, non-explicit mentions of past physical and verbal abuse. 18+, minors dni, I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I don not believe the members of Ateez would act like this in real life nor is this meant to represent or reflect the members in any way. This is fiction for entertainment purposes.

Being a bride this year was not something you had planned. Possibly being killed on a mission? Sure. Getting arrested? Definitely. Getting engaged to the mafia boss who you sold information on to your former organization? Not so much. You had gone from pilfering information to picking wedding dresses, and you were more than a little confused. 

Sure, you weren’t given the Kleinfeld bridal experience, but you were still being treated well despite the actual situation. You kept wondering how you’d gotten used to being here, only half expecting to be killed when you opened your eyes. But Yunho was very accommodating, and well mannered, provided his orders were obeyed. But he was never genuinely mean to you, and was even quite talkative on most occasions, never once minding your hesitance to talk or open up about your past. You learned new things about him every day though.

You learned that he loved to garden, often spending hours tending to his own sizable flower beds and veggie plots when he wasn’t working/wedding planning.  You could often see him outside your window, hat and gloves on, battling weeds along with Mingi, his best  friend. You also learned that he liked to paint, often doing portraits for his staff and guards, often earning him praise from them behind closed doors. He had many hobbies, and would often invite you along. 

You started enjoying your time in his home, slowly getting over your fear, day by day. You didn't see him as "the enemy" anymore, in spite of having been told he was exactly that. And you were sure he was taking a liking to you, as you were with him, even though your first meeting hadn’t been all that friendly. But after showing you his kind side, Yunho seemed as though he were a totally different person. He was a jokester, often making you laugh at his odd humor. He was a gentleman, opening doors for you and pulling out your chair. It was like a prince from a fairy tale stepped into your life, and you found yourself not minding it too much. 

You considered Stockholm syndrome might be at play here, but you weren’t particularly in love with Yunho. His presence and home were just much more  welcoming than your past situation despite the circumstances. You felt the need to keep your past more of a secret, choosing to not relive the horrors of what your life had been. But today, as you sat in the garden with Yunho and Mingi, you had no idea that a simple question would send those plans crashing down around you.

“Y/N?” Mingi looked up from the weeding he was doing with Yunho, an inquisitive look on his face. You looked at him over the book you held in your hands, raising an eyebrow at him. “How did you get mixed up in all this? You seem like a nice girl.” 

Yunho rolled his eyes and snorted. “Yes Mingi, because the girl who was selling information on our business is a nice girl.” Mingi scrunched up his nose, offended for you. “Hey! Everyone has a reason for getting into this, and I’m sure she was just doing what she had to to survive.” Neither of them had seemed to notice that you tensed up. Yes, you were doing what you had to survive, but you didn’t want to remember it. “I think I’ll go inside” you mumbled, standing and walking out of the garden. “Oh, I didn’t mean to make you upset-” Mingi looked apologetic, but Yunho stopped him. “It’s okay, I’ll go talk to her.” 

Yunho silently followed you, not saying a word until you reached your room, right across the hall from his own. “Everything okay? You seemed pretty upset just now." You nodded, sitting down on the bed. "I just, don't really like talking about my past..." You trailed off, watching as Yunho sat next to you. He raised your chin gently, making you face him, but you wouldn't meet his eyes.

"Look at me y/n. I don't know what happened in your past, and you don't have to tell me unless you're ready. I know we didn't get the best start, but no one can touch you here. You're safe with me now. I'll do my best to provide for you here, and as a husband. You won't want for anything. All I ask for is your trust and loyalty in return. Can you do that for me?" You looked at him, seeing the sincerity in his gaze. You weren't sure if it was because how gently he was caressing your face, or how truthful he was being with you, but in that moment, you made your decision. "I trust you, Yunho." Your voice didn't waver, loud and clear for him to take in your sincerity.

You felt you could tell him anything in that moment, so you told him the truth: the reason you joined, the  brutal training and initiation into your former gang, the beatings for not completing missions as fast as your seniors wanted, the verbal assault you took on. Every horror you faced you laid bare for him to take in. All daily occurrences in your life up until you were ready for your first mission: infiltration of Yunho's organization. Yunho listened patiently, never interrupting, giving  small hum every now and then to show he was still listening. While he had found out a lot of this information on you when you first showed up at his base, he was still grateful that you trusted him enough to tell him yourself. 

When you had finished speaking, Yunho gently took your hand, and reiterated his promise. “I’ll protect you Y/N.” You nodded, tears forming in your eyes. Yunho embraced you, allowing you to cry into his shirt. Neither of you spoke for a while, but the atmosphere had definitely changed. Your relationship with Yunho was going to change, and you hoped it was for the better. No one could tell what the future would be like. But for now, you would allow yourself to find rest in the arms of your fiancé, and it was all that you needed.

[kisses-for-kai]

💖 Valentine’s With Kai Chisaki 💖

(Aka Red Day in Japan) 

With the new episodes coming out this week, the demand for angst makes sense BUT I want fluff and I’m writing this for my own enjoyment SO for those that enjoy fluff this is a present for you!!!  Context: Fluff with no plot; International couple; Reader isn’t from Japan. Reader is female just for the context of Red day but other than that this fic works as gender-neutral y/n!! Obviously written with AU Kai’s personality in mind; as well as a demi/grey ace projection for him. Content is SFW but romantic. Please enjoy my belated Valentine's prompt! 

You’re used to the big romantic displays of affection and how people celebrate Valentine's back home. A lot of couples wait to propose on this special day, some others shamelessly carry giant teddy bears all the way to their partner's doorstep just to impress them. Dozens of roses, fancy restaurants, you name it. But since you moved to Japan, you noticed there’s a bit of a difference. Christmas was considered the most romantic day of the year here, and Valentine's- or Red Day was focused more on chocolate as simple gift-giving. Back home it was kind of expected for guys to do the gift-giving and romantic stunts on Valentine's but in Japan, it’s the other way around. So it was up to you to take the lead on how you wanted to spend this special day with Kai. You spend the night over on the thirteenth so that you could optimize your time spent with Kai the moment you wake up. In contrast to your deliberate planning, it completely went over Kai’s head on what day today was. He woke up as normal, from having maybe four hours of sleep tops as he started mentally equipping what workload he needed to cover today. To Kai, it was just another Tuesday. You could imagine his confusion when you asked him to take the day off. Your boyfriend insisted if there was really something you wanted to go to, he’d take you on the weekend. You pouted and told him “It has to be today!” It clicked in his mind that today was Red Day, but it didn’t clear up his confusion about why that was important enough for him to ditch time that could be worth a full day of research. The most he was expecting from you was maybe a box of mint chocolates when he returned back from working late. You kissed his forehead and told him he deserved a day off, and that Valentine's should be a special day spent together. 

He once again insisted that he couldn’t afford to take a day off, and attempted to stand up from the bed that you shared. You hooked your arms around his shoulders and anchored him to sit back down. You smooched him quickly multiple times, from his now feverish cheek, to his soft jawline, and again on his forehead where he liked being kissed the most. He huffed “Angel- please-” convincing himself that he wouldn’t melt from your touch. Being with you continued to confuse him, you were a walking dichotomy. Normally, he hated touch, but you were the exception. With his rose-tinted glasses, he saw you as completely pure. While the feeling of kisses and hugs were still new to him, he couldn’t admit that it was possible for him to feel touch-starved. The combination of your kissing bombardment and sweet talking convinced Kai to ditch work. He’s undeniably stubborn in every other way, but your presence creates this unique effect on him. This was one of the rare opportunities where he caved into your wishes before his own. 

You smiled and told him that was a smart choice and you reassured Kai that he deserved a day off. After all, he’s a workaholic. You cupped his face in your hands lovingly and told him you wanted to pamper him all day.

He clicked his tongue and furrowed his eyebrows, shutting down that idea immediately. He’s not going to let you baby him all day and then insists if there was anything else you had in mind. 

You hum and tell him you weren’t set on anything else but to take care of him. 

You knew he was up all night, so the first thing you wanted was for him to doze off back in bed while you got up to prepare him a decorative breakfast. He took that as a fifteen-minute power nap before joining you in the kitchen, to your surprise. 

He asked you what you were making for breakfast and you told him you were going to make little heart-shaped pancakes. You were adorable to him, but he still had the audacity to tell you pancakes in the morning were way too sweet for him. You retorted saying that he only ever makes a cup of coffee for himself in the morning and that this alleged “dessert” for breakfast was still healthier than his go-to. He couldn’t argue with that, and he let you cook. 

_______ Taking the day off felt absolutely alien to Kai, but he was happy to have your company. You would typically go out for dates at night, so seeing the sun hit your beautiful face was a privilege. He wasn’t exactly one for mushy words, but you could feel his golden-eyed gaze on you in admiration. 

Time felt slower, and that was a good thing. You were the only person that Kai wanted to talk to for hours. You listened to him and his complex thoughts, and his spiels never felt like a tangent when he conversed with you. You understood him, and at times when you didn’t, you put in the effort to stay on the same page. Hearing your own thoughts, and how they contributed or challenged his own opinion, felt emotionally intimate. 

To Kai, this was his equivalent of cuddling; casual but close, as any couple would be. It made him feel vulnerable, and a part of him hated it. But your presence, your intelligence, your complexity; reminded him of how he fell in love with you. And having this time now to talk to you in-depth for hours made him feel like he was falling in love all over again.

You recalled how different Kai acted when you first met him months ago. And you remembered the threshold you had to pass before Kai felt comfortable with physical contact at all. Let alone any display of physical affection. Only after that feeling of emotional intimacy, did Kai allow you to touch him. It was something you had to ease him into, from hand-holding and soft hugs to start. 

Nowadays he let you hug him tight, and kiss him anywhere on his face, to his neck and shoulders. He’d never admit it, but your kisses felt addicting to him. He didn’t know it was possible for him to feel touch-starved until you entered his life. 

You left him in a pool of serotonin as you drowned him in smooches on his cotton bed. Once you gave yourself a second to breathe, it also gave Kai a moment to recall where he was. One second the two of you were eating breakfast and chatting, and suddenly you two were back to his blankets. He could feel his face burn bright red, from your passionate pecks, and he knew you enjoyed seeing him so flush. Kai asked you if this is all you meant by indulging him on Valentine's, and he warned you that his own stamina could only last for so long. You giggled and told him you needed to get it out of your system.

You stopped bombarding him with kisses and laid on his chest for a bit. The two of you bantered back and forth as you normally would before Kai decided to sit up. While he was happy to spend time with you, he wouldn’t let himself spend an entire day lazily in bed. 

You clasped your hands together, satisfied as you were sure you had your boyfriend for the whole day now. You asked him what he’d like to do together and he replied anything that was relatively private. Pressing your luck, you tried to sweet talk him into bringing you to that modern art museum you were dying to visit in Chiyoda. Kai groaned and told you that was too far for a last-minute trip. You begged him to go with you, and he continued to decline. Saying how art wasn’t his thing and he couldn’t understand the charm in it. On top of that, he told you he wasn’t in the mood to take the train just to get there, knowing how stuffy public transport can be with people. 

You sighed and scrapped the museum date for now. You knew you could bring it up to him again if you’d planned it ahead of time. You decided to go through a list of date ideas and you told Kai had to agree on one thing. Eventually, the two of you compromised with visiting a botanical greenhouse. It was simple, calm, and most important to your boyfriend- it was private. Plus it was a nice way for the both of you to enjoy some greenery in the cold month of February.

The two of you got dressed, ready to go out for the day. Kai pulled out the same black and grey business attire he’d wear any day of the week and that (slightly atrocious) iconic green jacket of his from his closet. You packed extra clothes ahead of time, knowing you wake up at his place. You were ready to change and your boyfriend panicked, shielding his eyes with his hand while quickly exiting his bedroom to avoid your indecency. You’ve been together for months now, but Kai was shy to physical stuff like that. You didn’t mind it all, in fact, you found it sweet how clear it was that he felt attracted to your personality first far before your looks. 

_______

You were strolling through the greenhouse garden. It was more humid than what you were used to, but the garden was lush and tranquil. Kai was hesitant to show PDA when you guys went out, but he was more flexible with it today because of how little traffic the greenhouse path had on a weekday morning. He let you hold his gloved hand the entire time, and you’d occasionally swing it back and forth playfully. Throughout the slow winding path, you’d point out the flowers you liked the most. You were amazed to find how much variety the greenhouse actually held, let alone the size of the place, and how high the glass panels were built. You pointed out other flora that reminded you of home, and you took pictures of them excitedly. Kai thought it was cute how easy it was for you to enjoy something so trivial, and he liked seeing you smile. 

You passed by a patch of hydrangeas and pointed out how they were the same type of flowers that grew at his father's place. You noted that his dad liked to garden when he had the time, and Kai nodded, appreciating you remembered that small fact about Pops. You mentioned how hydrangeas were one of your favourite flowers, especially the pink ones. Kai challenged that and said you told him pink roses were your favourite just a couple of weeks ago. You told him you have multiple favourite flowers so long as they were your favourite colour. Your partner responded saying that’ll make it easier to remember the next time he buys you a bouquet. 

After you took your sweet time browsing through the indoor garden, Kai let you guide the way home, predicting that you’d want to take a detour across the city before settling back at his apartment. Not a moment later, he was proven right when you asked to check out a cute cafe you haven’t gone to before. 

You were already out, so it made sense to check out a couple of things while the day was still young. Kai complied, and you squeed, pulling his arm as you eagerly entered that adorable cafe. As you looked through the menu together he squinted to make sure he saw the prices correctly. A tiny piece of cake here costs 1500 yen??? You told your boyfriend that you’d cover the cost and you easily had the disposable income to cover it. He denied your offer and said he wouldn’t want to come off as a cheapskate letting you pay for everything. You asked him if he was sure that was okay, knowing he needed to be tight with money and he reassured you. He mentioned that the pancakes you made earlier were sweet enough for the day and that he’d just get himself a black coffee. It was still overpriced all things considered, but it’s not like he couldn’t afford it. 

Once your tiny tray of desserts and drinks was served you eagerly pulled out your phone again to take pictures of everything. Especially with how delicate your mini cakes were decorated adorably in season for Valentine's day. The moment you started taking photos, Kai reminded you to keep him out of the shot, knowing that you’d post them on your Instagram. You knew he needed to keep a low profile, and you reassured him that you wouldn’t forget that so easily. You showed him the series of pictures you did take, and how you could only register maybe an unfocused glimpse of his gloved hand and torso at best. Asking him if any of those were fine to post, he gave you his approval and you happily uploaded them. _______ You spent the whole day doing domestic, lowkey things within the city, nothing too extravagant but certainly enjoyable. Your original plan was to spoil Kai all day, but you should’ve known that he’d try to do the same for you- so it turned into a little cheque dance every time it came to paying for something. 

You were happy with how your day turned out, and it felt a little more synonymous with what you remembered Valentines being like back home. While Kai didn’t participate in the whole Western ordeal of buying you a box of chocolates and red roses, you were happy he caved in and took the day off just to spend time with you. Having his company was the best gift- but you had to admit the small perks of having him treat you to a cute cafe and a little bit of shopping was pretty nice too. 

You understood Kai wasn’t much of the mushy type and he wasn’t super transparent with his words, but you knew he was glad he took the day off as well. Stress got to him easily both inside of work matters and in his personal life, and you felt like skipping work was something he certainly needed, even if it wasn’t something he’d admit out loud. 

Aside from the art museum, there was only one other thing you really wanted to do today- which was pampering your boyfriend. Once you two arrived back at his apartment, took off your shoes and set down your shopping bags, you brought it up again. Kai clicked his tongue again and furrowed his eyebrows like he did the first time you asked him. He told you he wouldn’t let you baby him, and you told Kai that wasn’t it, all you wanted was to take care of him. You told Kai that he deserved a nice massage to unwind and that you wanted to play with a skincare routine on his face. 

He paused, thinking about it and you waited patiently for his answer. You prefaced to him that you didn’t have to if that’s something he wasn’t comfortable with. He let you know his personal space bubble was completely different from you than other people. Normally he hated anyone being closer than a meter in his vicinity, let alone touch but that didn’t apply to you. He trusted you, and he saw you differently than everyone else. You were pure in his eyes, you were his angel. He told you that touch wouldn’t be an issue, but that he was simply puzzled by how adamant you wanted to take care of him.

Sure, you were together romantically for months now. And he started to get a better feel for your personality, how you acted, what you liked about him, and how you two were happy together. But he couldn’t wrap his head around this yearning you had to take care of him. It was foreign to him. He knew he loved you, and that he wanted to protect you and keep you safe, he knew he dedicated himself to you. And he knew you loved him but… he couldn’t process that fully. He couldn’t understand the fundamental reason why you would. You frowned hearing his tangent. You wish you could figure out how to articulate to Kai that he is human and that he is completely worth being loved, and that he deserved to be. You wished you could admit to Kai that he had an issue with depersonalizing himself, but it was a nuanced, tangled issue that you couldn’t easily drop in a sentence or two. And you worried if you brought it up with poor execution, he’d think you’d only love him out of pity. You wanted to let him know these small things you picked up since you two started dating, and you knew you’d address it in the long run, but in the meanwhile, you were determined to let Kai relax. To let him feel okay in the moment, even if it was temporary. You responded to him, saying how he was overthinking, and that he needed to accept and trust you loved him even if there wasn’t some logical root or “ethos” to your love for him. You gently pushed down on his shoulders, indicating for you two to sit on the couch. You shuffled over and kissed him on his forehead, and then you kissed his lips. You told him in a soft, low voice “let me take care of you.” 

He gave a small nod and mumbled “...alright.” You started to massage his shoulders and made your way to the crook of his neck. Most of his tension was here, and you could imagine how a stiff neck would contribute to his own stress. You told Kai you knew there was a lot on his mind, even if today was a nice breather for him, and you asked him if he wanted to tell you about it. He told you he didn’t know where to start, but you let him know you were here to listen whenever. You loved him, and you made him feel safe. And so he spoke.  

[kbrick]

Drarry Tag Game

✨  Drarry Tag Game! ✨ Answer any questions you’d like and ignore the rest!

When did you get into Drarry and why? Tail end of 2020,100% because of covid

Which Drarry fic hooked you?  All Our Secrets Laid Bare by firethesound. So much pining. Smut that set my soul on fire. Angst. Mystery. All the drama. So good.

Top three favorite Drarry fics: This is IMPOSSIBLE (yes, I know I made up the questions, shut up), but I’ll do it like this - if I want to laugh really hard and feel things at the same time, Star Quality by who_la_hoop; for storytelling amazingness and plot, Far From the Tree by aideomai; for smutty goodness, Can’t Get You Out of My Head by femmequixotic. But there are so many more incredible Drarry writers I can’t even list them all. This fandom is a TREASURE TROVE OF TALENT!!! I am constantly blown away by the quality of writers here.

Why can’t you quit them? I was raised on enemies to lovers. Movies, books, it was always my favorite trope. Drarry is the ultimate enemies to lovers pairing. There is built-in pain, angst, and tension. They are canonically obsessed with each other (the stalking! The Potter Stinks badges! The dementor costume! I could go on!). They’re equals in many ways (or at least complementary) and rivals as well. It’s the perfect ship.

Would you rather be friends with Harry or Draco? Draco because you know it would be fun to talk shit about other people with him and also you could borrow his clothes. 

Who breaks your heart more often?  Harry. A thousand times Harry. I just want to hug him and give him all the treacle tart in the world and it hurts me when bad things happen to him.

Ideal career for Harry? For Draco? Harry: visual artist/ craftsman or a teacher. Draco: Potioneer or Unspeakable

Harry and Draco are being sent to a desert island for a week with plenty of food and water. Each is allowed to bring three additional items (no wands). What do they bring? Harry: a snitch, a broom, a hoodie; Draco: he’d probably try to throw 9,000 grooming products into a bag and claim the bag was one item. The other two would be a sunhat and lube.

Favorite non-Drarry HP character? 💖 Pansy Parkinson 💖 She’s that bitch, been that bitch, still that bitch, will forever be that bitch. Runner up is Charlie Weeze for outstanding marks in both badassery and hotness

If you had to pick one, enemies to lovers or (enemies to) friends to lovers? Put me on the enemies to lovers express, choo choo!  Violently mash those faces together! Make it hurt! Plus one point for every punch thrown right before a kiss.

Would you rather read a fic that made you laugh or one that made you cry? I love the funny, but if I had to pick one, I’d say cry. Drarry is cheaper than therapy.

Three songs that scream Drarry to you (feel free to include the Drarry-est lyrics!): Pressure (Tove Lo/Martin Garrix) (Can't take it back/ When you talk like that, no / You make me see red/ Still end up in my bed/ Know I want that sweat);  Good Things Fall Apart (Illenium/Jon Bellion) (Tell me what you hate about me/ Whatever it is I’m sorry); The Night We Met (Lord Huron) (for the regretful vibes)

Favorite authors outside of fic? Tana French (mystery), Donna Tartt (literary fiction), Kate Atkinson (magical realism), Bernard Cornwell (historical fiction), Ursula Le Guin (fantasy), Neil Gaiman (fantasy). I also have a raging Stephen King addiction/obsession that has been a problem since I was a teenager.

Tagging with no pressure, and please feel free to pick and choose the questions you’d like to answer! @tackytigerfic @fw00shy @notti-bianche @maesterchill @vukovich @pennygalleon @moonflower-rose @kryptidfoxwrites @onbeinganangel @amywaterwings @skeptiquex @calypsotempete @thebooktopus @academicdisasterfic @lqtraintracks @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm and 💥anybody else 💥 who wants in!!!

[tinytinybumblebee]

I’m sorry you’re feeling yucky, I hope things get better soon! Here’s a tiny Ed hc for you

I feel like tyke Ed is kind of like the kid from The Babadook (idk if you’ve seen it, it’s just where I got the idea haha) where if something scares him he’ll cope with it by reassuring/defending his loved ones—like say, in the Mod!AU, they just watched a kid scary movie like Coraline or something, afterwards Ed will just go on and on about how he’s going to protect Stede from the Other Mother if she ever tries to get him, never mind that Stede’s the cg here

And if protecting Stede means he has to climb into Mama’s bed and stay there cuddled close all night, so he’ll be ready, just in case, then that’s just the way it has to be! And, as he tells Stede, for that matter, Mama should probably get izzy from his crib and bring him to bed with them so Ed can protect him too, since he’s so little and probably really scared (babie izzy slept through half the movie and wouldn’t have been able to follow the plot anyway, but Stede isn’t going to poke holes in Eddie’s logic when it’s only being used to justify keeping them close to him when he’s afrai—I mean, “protecting”)

Aaaa thank you ;0; ♡♡ i feel a lot better this morning 💖💖💖💖

And aww!!! Lil guy just wants to keep those he loves safe while also receiving protection vibes from being close!!

And Stede finds it so cute, of course Stede will play along with Eddie's "protection" while he holds his lil tyke close, thanking Eddie for being such a good boy for coming to keep his Mama and baby brother safe! Definitely making sure Ed is the one sandwiched in between himself and Izzy so that Ed is saf- "protecting" both Mama and Izzy!♡

[karlyanalora]

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

💖 What made you start writing?

🧐 Do you spend much time researching for your stories?

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

Well, this got long. The really long spiel is under the cut.

🧐 Do you spend much time researching for your stories?

Probably not as much as I should tbh. But I do a fair bit of googling. Too much research sucks the fun out of it for me and leaves me paralyzed.

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

Both. Sometimes I go by the seat of my pants for a long while and then write an outline for the rest. Others have outlines ready to go before I start typing. Some just have random things I know I want to happen at some point. Most of my one-shots are spur-of-the-moment things.

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

Redemption. I’m a sucker for it and I feel fiction is a great place to explore it at its extremes. No one irl has blown up a planet, but what would redemption for Darth Vader look like if he lived? What should his punishment be? What is the balance between mercy and justice? Who will find it within themselves to forgive him? Starscream, Megatron, Loki, so many Decepticons, what would that journey look like?

Of course, this has to be balanced with narrative sense. I might redeem one character in one story but leave them evil in another. That’s just what fit the themes and message of the story. Also, some characters will just always be plain bad in my books: Overlord, Palpatine, Ra’s al Ghul, etc. That doesn’t mean they can’t have moral complexity like Ra’s! But I don’t see them reformed.

It probably goes without saying that the theme of forgiveness shows up a lot. Also what I think true love is: a verb before it is a noun. No one and onlys here folks.

💖 What made you start writing?

This is a fun journey. I can remember my first attempt at fanfic was a fairly dark self-insert involving Robin. I was no older than nine in the back of the car and I can still remember the plot though I maybe got down two pages. Didn’t even know fanfic was a thing but I’d just found a single issue of a comic based on the 2003 Teen Titans cartoon and I was hooked.

I’ve always had a very active imagination. I tried creating original works for NaNoWriMo but I kept writing in loopholes so I could fit in my favorite fandoms.

In 2019 some family friends tried to get us into the YouTuber business. It didn’t last but I wanted to make a crossover cartoon and actually emailed Star Wars, Marvel, and DC for permission. Only Star Wars replied and told me no since I was planning to monetize it. I was going to do it anyway and started writing the scripts.

Sometime before this, my best friend introduced me to fanfiction along with the guidelines for browsing it that I still live by. She sent me “Though She Be But Little” by @theredscreech. Amazing fic. Finished it and didn’t think about fanfiction again.

Until the Winter of 2020 lying in my bed as a college freshman craving Transformers content. All I’d seen was Transformers Animated at this point I think. I’m not sure if I’d even seen Prime yet. But I remembered fanfic was a thing and in a fit of madness hopped on fanfiction.net. I stayed up until 4 am binge-reading “Redeem the Stars” by @megadoomingir. That was the moment I realized I didn’t want to make a cartoon; I wanted to write fanfiction.

The basic storyline and premise of that cartoon has remained the same but has also undergone major changes so it would now be completely unrecognizable. Published works have been scrapped and rewritten. It originally, back when it was going to be a cartoon, had a shameless self-insert and featured my heroic origins as the Foosa and my family too. No first name changes either. My editor and sister @anileahvictoria convinced me to scrap that and eventually also the leftovers from my “original” NaNoWriMo story of which a changed Fiera Adele is the only survivor.

I had and still have big plans for my “Ultimate Universe” series. I sent some messages and ff.net to some lovely Transformers authors for permission to incorporate their stories or versions of those stories into my future writing because they permanently shifted how I viewed Transformers. I got some very lovely responses. I’m honestly not sure if I will end up working with that version of Transformers that continues to live in my head because it feels kind of weird to ask your readers to read homework fics, ya know? But I’m not sure how to separate those stories from the Ultimate Universe if I do include Transformers. Hence why I have started a different au to get the robot feels out. Anyway, it’s probably all a moot point because my editor will quit if I work Transformers into the current version of the Ultimate Universe (which is a pity because how I got it to fit with DC and Star Wars was genius.)

As it stands now, the Ultimate Universe will only eventually include in order, DC, Marvel, and Star Wars and I shall probably never finish writing the adventures that happen therein. Probably more than you ever wanted to know, hehe.

🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

The grand spiel above was in part to set the stage for this piece of advice: Nothing is written in stone.

It’s partly why I love writing fanfic. I can change my mind at any time. I have rewritten everything I have published in a story. I have completely changed a story. I have deleted stories and written a new story that resembles it with some very big changes. You learn and grow and change as a writer and so can a story. Warn your readers that major rewrites are coming and go for it. If you feel it will create a better end result, don’t be afraid to start over.

[littlemisspascal]

Death and an Angel part 15

Death!Din x Cupid F!Reader

Summary:  “Our souls are connected,” you say with as much conviction as you can infuse into your voice. “No matter what happens, I’ll always be your angel, and you’ll always be my Din.”

Rating: T

Word Count: 3,430 (i wish it were longer, but my brain said nope)

Warnings: angst, language, dialogue heavy, overuse of italics, plot plot plot, Din is emotionally compromised, no beta we die like men

Author Note: At long last here comes a new segment. Between bad mental health days, work trying to kill me, and a killer migraine, I finally managed to get this done. Considering how much of a mess my brain is right now, if any of this doesn’t make sense I deeply apologize and will try to clear things up with answers if needed. But also know some things I do plan to talk about in upcoming segments too. Sigh...What can I say? I’m horrible at plot sometimes 😅. Thank you everyone who’s sticking with this fic and offering me such lovely words of support. I love all of you 💖

Links to Part 1 and Part 14.5 and Part 16

Cross-posted on AO3.

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When you open your eyes, you feel just as shocked as Din looks looming over you. 

You sit up, heart pounding, and pull the edge of your torn shirt up to reveal smooth, unmarred skin. Other than your shirt being ripped, there is not the slightest indication you’d been stabbed, not even a tiny scar. What the kriff? You have no idea what to feel, what to think, but when you look up suddenly nothing else matters other than the fact Din is here with you.

There’s a lump in your throat as you stand up, making it hard to speak when you croak. “Din.”

Without giving him a chance to respond, you throw yourself at him, nearly knocking him backwards. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, fingers tightly gripping the fabric of his shirt, and you bury your face against his neck, unable to hold back the overjoyed sob that escapes. Maker, you’ve missed him so, so much. It feels as if you’ve been apart for decades. You swear you are never letting him go ever again.

That’s the plan at least, until Din abruptly stiffens when you attempt to kiss him and disentangles himself as if you’ve burned him. He backs up, putting a whole galaxy-sized gap of distance between you both. You notice for the first time he’s dressed in civilian clothes, a solid black shirt and dark trousers. There is a hole in the shirt in the middle of his torso, revealing a glimpse of tan skin. 

Your brain struggles to make sense of what you’re seeing. Hadn’t he been wearing beskar before? 

Din stares at you, a mistrustful glint in his brown eyes you’ve never been on the receiving end of. “Who are you?”

Your whole world grinds to a halt. 

What? Why would he ask that? Does he— Is he— Could he— Too many questions spin inside your mind, making you dizzy.  

This must be one of his stupid jokes, you tell yourself. Yeah, that’s gotta be it. He’s always had a twisted sense of humor after all.

“That’s not funny,” you say, scowling. “You know me better than anyone.”

Din just continues to stare at you, and his silence cuts into you like the blade of the Darksaber, bleeding you dry for a second time. You blink furiously before tears can spill down your cheeks because there is no reason to cry. Not at all. This is just a nightmare. None of this is real.

It can’t be.

You turn away from him, needing a moment to compose yourself, and your eyes end up looking at your bed. There is no mistaking the polka-dotted comforter or the abundance of fluffy pillows you’re addicted to collecting. You spin in a circle, struggling to remain calm. Instead of rock walls, you see paint a soft shade of periwinkle you’d spent hours deliberating over. Instead of bookshelves and a desk, you see your matching antique dresser and wardrobe set you’d bought at an auction for an amazingly fair price. 

There is no denying you’re not in Gideon’s lair anymore. You’re standing in the bedroom of your kriffing apartment.

“Is this your home?” Din asks. His tone is quiet, but in the otherwise silent bedroom he might as well be screaming. “Every time someone new arrives, this place changes. I think it’s meant to bring them comfort during their stay. Sometimes it’s a park or a beach, but usually it’s their home.”

Stay? The word snags in your mind, jagged and sharp. Stay means being stuck in one place. Your eyes shoot to the corner where the door to the hall should be, but there is nothing there. Just blank wall space as if the door had been sealed and painted over.

Stay is just a shorter word for confinement. 

“We’re trapped here,” you whisper, a chill sweeping over your body. 

A dark thought crosses your mind before you can stop it: you’ve always been trapped. 

And it’s true, isn’t it? For as long as you’ve been a Cupid, you’ve been under the thumb of Gideon and Hess and your other superiors. The freedom you had on Umbriel was just an illusion, a carrot dangled in front of your face. At the end of the day you reported back to headquarters for your next assignment and followed orders like a good little soldier. 

All this time you’ve been locked in a cage, you’ve just been blind to its bars.

“You’re half right,” Din says, voice uncharacteristically bitter.

“What do you mean?” you ask, facing him again. 

A muscle in his jaw ticks, like there’s something prickling under the surface. “You’ll leave this place just like everyone else does.” His lips purse into a thin line. “The only one trapped is me.”

You blink, not understanding. The way he’s talking doesn’t sound like the Din you know at all. He’s far more expressive than you’ve ever witnessed him to be, openly conveying every emotion on his face as the feelings occur. Biting your lip, you study the man in front of you in lieu of responding. 

Appearance wise, he’s identical to Din. Same piercing brown eyes, same messy dark hair, large hands and strong build. All the outward physical details are supporting the conclusion this is your soulmate you’re looking at, but it’s as if his personality has been swapped with a stranger’s, leaving behind the external shell as a disguise. 

“Din, what—”

“Why do you keep calling me that? The only name I have is Death.”

Your breath catches as your suspicions are confirmed that something is seriously wrong. What if he’s another replica meant to trick you just like the rest of the room? Icy fear starts to spread through your bloodstream, threatening to freeze your heart solid, when a sudden thought cuts through the terror. Your eyes can be easily deceived, but your soulmate bond is impossible to manipulate. It can show you the truth.

You step closer on shaky legs, praying to the Maker for strength. Death tenses, resembling a cornered animal, and the sight strikes another blow against your fragile heart. Steeling your resolve, you reach out for his hand the same patient way he once had with you aboard the Crest. It’s funny how life likes to repeat itself, you just wish it had better timing. 

He gets this expression on his face like he’s leery of your intentions. Like if he voluntarily surrenders to your touch then it means he’s lowering all his defenses, making himself susceptible to being hurt. 

You decide to try a different approach, turning your hand over to display your marked palm. 

His eyes light up with recognition at the same time his lips part in silent shock. He hesitates a beat, then lifts his hand up to mimic yours, showing off his own soulmate marking. 

Inching closer, you lightly brush your fingertips over his, a spark of familiar warmth igniting from the connection. One touch and the truth is confirmed. He is your soulmate. 

He just can’t remember being him.

“I don’t understand,” Death murmurs, raw with vulnerability and confusion. “This mark...Where did it come from? I don’t remember receiving it.”

You swallow. “What’s the last thing you do remember?”

Brown eyes turn distant, looking back upon his memories to find an answer. Your fingers itch to smooth the crease that forms in the space between his eyebrows. 

“Pain.” Death’s other hand touches his chest right where the hole in his shirt is. You’re not naive enough to think it’s coincidental. “I remember feeling like I was being ripped apart. There was this noise, too. It’s hard to explain, but it almost sounded like something was vibrating or humming. Then I woke up in what I thought was my ship, but found out was actually this place when I couldn’t teleport away.”

He looks at you, silently imploring you to help him make sense of it all, but it’s hard to focus as your heartbeat pounds loudly in your eardrums. You touch your side, feeling a twinge of phantom pain.

Xi’an told you that Gideon had stabbed Din once upon a time with the Lightsaber, a horrifying incident you had not known occurred in your soulmate’s past.

“There’s this weapon the Armorer made called the Lightsaber,” you begin, remembering what else the twi’lek had revealed. “It—”

“Takes power from souls and gives it to the wielder,” he interjects. “Why are you bringing it up?”

“Because I think it’s the reason we’re here,” you say softly. It’s a painful answer you don’t want to say out loud, but it’s ultimately one you know is necessary to voice. “The last thing I remember is being stabbed, just like you remember being hurt. I think everyone who’s been trapped here has had a piece of their souls captured by the Lightsaber to use as energy. We’re basically the equivalent of kriffing batteries.”

Death’s expression twists, a mixture of anger and what scares you to identify as despair. “That would explain then why everyone else eventually leaves this place except for me. I can’t die. There is nowhere else for my soul to go. I’m going to remain trapped here, alone, forever.”

“Hey,” you murmur, hating his wounded expression. “Don’t say that. I…” you trail off, because you can’t say I’m here or I won’t leave you when you have no control over your soul’s fate. But the mere thought of abandoning this beautiful piece of Din’s soul behind, lonely and imprisoned, leaves you feeling as if your heart has been torn from your chest. With a low whine, you press your forehead against his and send a wave of love across the bond, conveying what you cannot say with words.

He jerks with surprise, inhaling sharply. “What—What was that?”

“Our souls are connected,” you say with as much conviction as you can infuse into your voice. “No matter what happens, I’ll always be your angel, and you’ll always be my Din.”

Shock flickers across his face before it is swallowed by grim resignation. Tentatively, he caresses your cheek, avoiding direct eye contact. “I wish it really were as simple as that. There is no denying we’re connected as two matched souls, but you and I both know I’m not the Din you love. I’m not who deserves to hear your words of devotion.”

This time it’s you who pulls away. 

Din had told you he believed himself undeserving of having a soulmate until he met you, but meeting this past version of himself has revealed to you just how deep his insecurities were rooted. Even when acknowledging you are soulmates, he stubbornly continues to think he’s not good enough. He can’t help comparing himself as lesser than the competition which is beyond ridiculous because the competition is himself. 

You feel anger burn down the length of your spine, along each and every nerve and vein.

Maker, your soulmate is an idiot. And you make sure he knows it by flicking him in-between his eyes, eliciting a pained grunt.

“Listen to me and listen well,” you say, grabbing both sides of his face and forcing him to look at you. “Love is not conditional, it is constantly evolving and adapting to the changes life forces upon us all. To me, there is no difference between who you were, who you are, and who you will become. I will love you the same. Absolutely nothing will ever change the way I feel about you. You are mine and I am yours.”

He stares at you, still as a statue, and just when you are thinking of flicking him again Death lunges forward, hands wrapping around the back of your neck as he smashes his lips against yours, urgent and desperate. He kisses you like he’s been waiting his entire lifetime for this precise moment. The warmth of his affection spreads through your whole body until it’s all you can feel—his stubble scraping against your cheeks, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip, every movement possessive and fierce and unbelievably wonderful. You know nothing beyond the taste of his mouth, the feel of his skin beneath your hands, the love you have for him so overwhelming you can barely breathe. 

Death groans, low and guttural from the depths of his chest, and at first your brain mistakes the sound as pleasure, but then he growls against your mouth, every muscle tensing up, voice desperate, “Stop.”

Your eyes slam open at the same time he forcibly shoves you backwards with a firm hand against your sternum. You struggle not to trip over your feet, arms spinning circles awkwardly in the air until you regain your balance, and when you look up a cry of alarm tears itself out of your throat in response to the horror you see.

Death is clutching at his head, groaning and snarling inhuman noises as his body flickers in and out of focus, appearance changing rapidly between humanoid and shadowy silhouette. He’s shaking so hard it’s as if he’s tearing apart at the seams, caught in the middle of transforming into a feral creature made of darkness that strikes a chord of fear deep inside you.

What do you do? What the kriff do you do?! 

“Talk to me, sweetheart,” you plead, and barely restrain from whimpering when pitch black eyes snap up to stare back at you. “Tell me what’s happening. Tell me how to help you.”

“Get away from me, I—I can’t—” he cuts himself off, shaking his head emphatically with a pinched expression as if he’s bothered by a loud noise only his ears can detect. His voice is similar in its raspy sound to when he wears his helmet, but it is distorted with pain, words almost incomprehensible as they are forced through clenched teeth. “Something’s wrong.”

“No shit,” you retort automatically. You’ve never seen your soulmate like this before—manic and unhinged. It’s such a terrifying contrast to how he had behaved mere minutes ago, you struggle to make sense of the abrupt shift. There has to be a reason to justify the sudden switch in his behavior. Something that would trigger the loss of his control so drastically.

Something like watching Moff Gideon murder his soulmate right in front of him.

You bite back a curse. Out there beyond these four walls you’re trapped within Din is experiencing an emotional breakdown just like Gideon wanted to provoke all along. 

“Sweetheart,” you try again, holding up your hands in a placating manner. “It won’t be easy, but I need you to calm down and listen— ”

Another shudder racks his body and a snarl so loud it verges on screaming interrupts your pleading. Without warning, a wave of dark energy explodes outwards from his hands, sending the furniture in the room flying in multiple directions. 

When the energy washes over you, you expect to be similarly knocked off your feet, but instead you watch with wide eyes as your body absorbs it. You feel it moving restlessly beneath your skin, like it’s searching for something, and in the back of your mind you think you should be freaking out, but when the energy encounters your own powers and wraps around them like a security blanket, all you feel is Din. 

Your potential terror fades into blissful euphoria. Every cell in your body flares with possessiveness and starts to chant mine, mine, mine as your powers adapt to the new presence. It’s like a precious piece of Din has curled up next to your heart, yours to love and cherish and protect. You look to the bond, stunned to find it’s shining brighter than you’ve ever seen, rivaling a supernova in its intensity.

An unprompted memory flashes through your mind of you and Din on the Razor Crest, so vivid and crisp you think you could reach out and touch the armor he wears, feel the chill of the beskar beneath your fingertips.

‘Do you like being Death?’ you hear yourself ask as stars whish by overhead, all blurring into each other, silver light overcoming the midnight darkness of space.

‘I’m good at it.’

For the first time in your existence, you wonder if it’s lonely being a one-of-a-kind immortal entity who roams the galaxy. And then immediately afterwards you think: Maybe I can be good at it too.

When you grab hold of the hazy outline of his hand and hold it against your chest, right over your wildly beating heart, there is no hesitation. Just pure instinct. His powers immediately latch onto yours, light and darkness intertwining together, mirroring the soft glow of twilight. 

Death tries to pull away, to save you from the irreversible change, and inadvertently releases several chaotic pulses of energy as his focus slips. You ignore how the room starts to shake and the walls begin to crack, revealing glimpses of blinding light, instead leaning further into his touch, looking fearlessly into his onyx eyes. “It’s okay. Everything will be okay.”

Your words are as much a reassurance as they are a promise, and you feel the exact moment he believes you when he presses his forehead against yours, his voice shouting over the maelstrom, “I love you!”

There is no time for you to respond as the walls disintegrate into dust and the entire room is engulfed in white light, swallowing you and Din whole. It’s all-encompassing, wiping out each of your senses as if you’re a newborn wrapped within your mother’s womb, not knowing what exists beyond this singular moment. 

An invisible force pulls at you the same way a puppet is manipulated by strings, tugging you up, up, up and away. You don’t have enough self-control to fight it, but even if you did you realize there is no reason to be resistant as it slowly chases away your body’s numbness with gentle warmth, reminding you of how winter gradually melts under the heat of summer. Soon your limbs are able to weakly twitch and respond to your brain’s commands, then your ears pop next, bringing back sound.

You hear a strange huffing noise loud enough it gives you the mental impression the source is mere inches away from your head; a combination of a teary whine and a frustrated growl. It’s familiar, right on the edge of your memory, but nothing leaps out until something pats at your cheek.

Blinking your eyes open, it takes several seconds for your sight to adjust to the unexpected dimness and your change of scenery—most prominently, standing inches away from your face, a little green-skinned child peering back at you with wide, watery eyes. He’s filthier than you remember last seeing him, covered in smudges of dirt.

“Hey, bud,” you greet, throat rough like sandpaper. “You okay?”

He hiccups a choked sob in response, tears brimming.

You slowly sit up, wincing when you catch a glimpse of dried blood caked against your torso. Prodding at the skin, you gasp quietly as you realize not only did combining your soul with the piece of Din’s bring you back to life, it healed your wound too. 

The baby’s fussing increases in volume, drawing your focus when he starts gesturing frantically with his arms towards something to the side of you both.

You tense even before you turn to follow his pointing hands, a jolt of unease rippling through you like an electric current. Squinting, you spy a slither of light dissecting the dark, but there’s something eerie about how it flickers, like a busted bulb struggling to maintain lit. 

“What—” you start, only for your heart to lurch into your throat when the light moves closer and awareness dawns on you.

It’s Gideon holding the Lightsaber. The blade of the ancient weapon is damaged and it no longer hums its haunting tune, but the Seraph doesn’t appear to care about that or his bleeding head wound. His entire focus is consumed by something far more important.

A silhouette enshrouded in a thick fog of shadow and swirling blackness, hovering silently over the ground. 

Din.

Your soulmate mark burns along your palm, not with heat, but with bone-chilling coldness.

“Stay here,” you tell the kid, standing up as your powers begin to buzz and accumulate like storm clouds within your chest. It is beyond precious, this extraordinary strength Din’s energy has infused with your abilities.

Once upon a time you were scared of Moff Gideon. Of all the ways he could hurt you and manipulate you.

“Everything will be okay.”

Now it’s his turn to be afraid.

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[otomes-world]

Circle

@sweetstrawberrybabe said: Then how about angst? What about the character of your choice in a loop where their s/o over and over again but s/o don’t remember anything while they remember everything. I’m sorry if this is too specific 😃😃☺️☺️🥰🥰💓💓💖💖

I really liked your idea, It was a stright arrow to my heart  Σ>―(〃°ω°〃)♡→ You can imagine anyone character you want to put in place of protagonist. 0/ Also I again take Amnesia plot, so I hope you don`t mind. First part here!

Day follows day, year follows year. An endless circle without an exit, which only she could break. If her memory wasn't erased every time, of course. 

He remembered everything as if it had happened yesterday, he couldn`t forget it, even if he wanted to. He couldn`t afford to plunge into the desired oblivion, couldn`t forgive himself for it. Let the whole world be against their relationship, the young man will continue to fight. It is a pity that with each new time it became more difficult to fight.

The repetitive cycle drove him crazy, brought his physical and mental strength to exhaustion. Even in his wildest fantasy, he didn`t think that someday he would have to challenge fate for real. Trying to wage war against an invisible, but no less almighty, enemy.

It all started with a trifle: an ordinary meeting, which happens several times a day. However, heaven had other plans for that. Like a child who still doesn`t understand how painfully the fire burns, the young man was reaching out to the mysterious prefect from another world. Like a moth flying into the light of a candle, scorching wings in the process, lived from one interaction to another.

He couldn`t do otherwise.

Because there was no other reason why he rushed from one extreme to another. Because, the prefect was the only one who fought for him, when all the others gave up long ago. To abandon his significant other means begining to deny the existence of a human child who put bet on her life for him.

Unacceptable.

The young man well remembered his feelings in the first round of a vicious circle. No, overwhelming despair couldn`t have been dreaming of him, couldn`t be just a dream. The blood on his hands was definitely real, the fluid running through his fingers staining clothes and the ground a bright scarlet. Although what is happening now constantly tested his mind for sainity.

He didn`t remember how he fell asleep, a feeling of fatigue remained in his memory and a stubborn desire to not let go of the cooling body, which testifies to only one thing. Prefect's gone.

So why did he wake up in his bed? Why does everyone act like nothing happened? Why does it feel like this has already happened? Why, when he rushed to the Onboro dorm, she walked out of it happy and completely healthy without a trace of the previous battle?

Why doesn't she remember him?

"Um ... I'm sorry, do you know me?" An innocent question, posed in the light and no less hurting, ringing tone he loved so much. "Sorry, I have to go, have a nice day~!"

Allowing the wind to play with his own strands, the young man froze in place, not taking his eyes off the painfully familiar figure, until it finally disappeared into the surrounding landscape. It was at that moment that a crazy thought occurred his mind. What if... what if fate gave him a second chance? Provide an opportunity to fix everything? He would be a fool to refuse such a thing.

Man has an undeniable advantage, this time he won`t let everything end so badly. He make a destiny to rewrite the world from scratch if necessary, but won't let her die again. Who knew that... this time things would start to develop differently? Who knew Twisted Wonderland would want to get rid of the prefect at any cost?

An endless series of overblots, rigged accidents and natural disasters mingled in his memory in one multi-colored heap. Sometimes the young man envied the blissful ignorance of his soulmate, her naive childish thinking, which allowed her to look at everything from a different angle, her ability to find advantages even in the most hopeless situation. He would like to be able to do the same.

However, no matter how hard it was to start from the beginning, start with acquaintances, and then become something bigger, he couldn`t give up. Stubbornness and a selfish desire to reach a happy ending pushed forward, forced him to bring himself to the edge.

It's time to start the next round of the game.

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At this time, the prefect opens eyes again in her bed in familiar room, listening to the squabble of Grim and ghosts. She failed to escape again...

[osamusriceballs]

I have a request!! Ok so the reader and atsumu break up (for some reason) and when they get back together they have very emotional sex. BTW DRINK WATER

BBY- 💖🥺 I swear everyone be tryin to kill me today- y‘all expect smut with emotional plot omg-- 😫

Emotional- like angry or loving?

Or both? 👀

I wanted angry but omg I got so soft during writing, and now it’s just loving and soft >.<

I’M GETTIN SOME WATER RN- I DIDN’T DRINK ENOUGH, THANKS FOR THE REMINDER!! LOVE YOU!!

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“Ya missed this, huh?” He breathes right next to your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

You didn’t even know what the fight was about anymore. He came to your apartment with flowers in his hands to apologize, and the next thing you knew was that your body was pressed against the wall, your shirt on the ground, and his lips feverishly kissing your chest.

“Tsumu, don’t stop, please.” The words leave your lips before you could think, completely forgetting that you should be angry. But his lips were the only thing on your mind-  the familiar feeling of his lips on your chest. You missed this so much, and him too.

He slightly pulls back, releasing your hardened nipple with a wet sound, and looked up at you. His face was serious, but with a soft expression on it. 

“I won’t. Babe, I’d do anything for ya.”

The way to your bedroom was a blurry mess of kisses, and hastily pulled down clothes, until you both finally lay down on the bed. He hovered over you, completely exposed, just like you, and soaked in the view of your perfect body. He didn’t know how he deserved you-  a goddess like you right under him- he promised himself in that moment that he would never make you angry again.

Before you knew what was going on, he had already flipped you over, so that you were now laying on top of him.

“I’m here to apologize. I’ll do whatever ya want me to.”

Your eyes widen at the sudden realization that he was willing to give up control. 

For you. 

He was willing to change for you, to make compromises, and to take this relationship seriously.

You bit your lip when your gaze fells down to his toned chest, further down to his erection, and his muscular thighs.

“Tsumu- I wanna ride your thighs.”

He loses control over his facial expression for a second, and his mouth falls open. But his lips would quickly turn into the smirk you loved so much. A playful smirk, remembering you of so many fun nights.

“Didn’t know ya were into that.”

“You never asked.” you replied with a teasing smile, and he made a mental note to find out more about your kinks.

“Everything for my babe. I love you.”

His thigh was quick to be between your legs, and you gasp at the sudden friction.

“I love you too, Tsumu.”

He grinned at how much you were out of breath already, and clenched his muscles much to your bliss.

“Show me how much ya like my thighs then.”