#I promise i'll get to asks and writing and stuff very soon

[ayrtonswnna]

ʚɞ "can you bring my girlfriend?" OP81

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⋮ angst, hurt/comfort, fluff. word count: 1,7k

✧₊⁺ oscar piastri x carina duquez (female!oc)

summary: when oscar feels too much, but he'll always have his girlfriend to share life.

warnings: autor with an addiction to angst writing, mentions of a panic/anxiety attack, soft!oscar for the win, lando norris as a special guest.

Oscar feels overwhelmed.

Bahrain gets the hottest track of the year, a hard race to say the least. It feels like there's too much going on, almost like the McLaren driver could sense his skin burning even out of the car.

He usually holds good control over himself; a very disciplined athlete, he heard every call on the radio and hydrated just as much as he could, but the fuzzy feeling won't leave him.

Seeing bright and blind sparks where his vision should be, an anxiety wave crashing in his chest as he stumbles inside the papaya box.

It's not just the heat, being so self-aware makes him sure of that. The medical team follows him inside, just a plain sight, there are people around, but everything seems just too far away. Soaked in sweat and cold water, his heart is beating too fast for him to think clearly.

He needs to get Carina.

Also known as his girlfriend, his baby, his physiologist. Like, legally. Like what she does for a living. Oscar can't be her patient as part of the conduct, but she often helps him out with that kind of stuff, like identifying whether it's physical pain or just anxiety.

"No, I'm okay. I'm okay," the pilot waves his hands as the doctors approach, really focused on keeping his breath regular. "Can you just get my girlfriend? She's somewhere in the VIP. I really need her right now."

"I know you might want some comfort right now, but I need to check you right away."

"You can! Just bring my girlfriend. Can you bring my girlfriend?" As soon as he understood that the man in front of him wasn't going to move, he asked someone in the back. "She'll be here in seconds. I'll let you touch me as soon as she says I'm okay."

Yeah, the doctor is right. Oscar just wants some comfort right now. Carina, besides being very good at what she does for a living, is also an incredibly amazing girlfriend. Her powers go beyond what she studied for.

And heaven seems to be on their side today. One of the guys on the medical team heads out of the room, and Oscar just tries to breathe slowly and deeply.

Carina is there, body almost hanging on the half-wall of the accommodation, trying to get any sign of what's going on inside the papaya garage. Usually, he would wave to her every time he left the car, and that didn't happen today. She felt a sharp pain in her chest, worrying if something had happened.

She's right, somehow. Somebody dressed in McLaren's staff uniform came for her with a pass for the boxes zone and a calming voice, telling her not to worry, that Oscar is okay and just requested her presence.

But, well... Carina knows the boyfriend she got herself. There are not many people who can get into his sensitive space, and if she's being called, there is something sensitive happening. The Aussie girl flew down the access stairs and followed the woman into the light-weighted door, a few seconds until she could see Oscar's red face resting up, the back of his head against the wall, and his body curled up together.

"Hey, Osc." She uses her softest tone, leaving her purse and phone on the closest surface as she approaches. "Pretty hot track, huh?"

Easy to guess. In the past few months, all this F1 pressure started kicking in, the perks of driving a rocketship with such ability, being this much of a promise brought some other stuff to the table.

"Yeah." He muttered, eyes closed, face red. "Am I fine? I can't really feel my face or my hands... Whatever. I can't feel much. Am I okay?"

It'd be funny in some other situation. Oscar does look like a serious guy, like someone too calm and put-together. He tries very hard to be. But sometimes, just like everyone else, he wants someone with answers.

Someone else to think for him, to figure out why everything feels so tangled up.

"Fine as always." Carina keeps her voice low, the good kind of lie. He just needed to feel like he's in control. "Your face is just bloody red, but you know I really find you the cutest when you're like this."

"Stop it." A shy little laugh leaves the Aussie's lips, really less worried as she zips his fireproof down and reaches the sides of his neck, rubbing her cold hands. "Hmm... That feels good."

"Yeah? You're just overheated, okay? Can the doctors check you out? We just need to make sure you're okay."

"Yeah- Yeah, of course. You'll stay here, right? Don't leave, please."

"I'll never leave you. Let's just get checked, and then you'll head home."

So Oscar finally feels comfortable enough to let the other people in the room touch him. Carina stays by his side, even talks to the doctors, and fixes his hair sometimes.

"Ice tub, shower, and then you can head home, Oscar. You were great today." The last person on the medical team finishes cleaning up, standing up before waving a last goodbye and leaving the room.

"Do you still need me here? I can wait for you outside." Carina says softly, tucking his overgrown hair behind his ears. "Take your shower, and I'll get the car, okay?"

"Of course not," he whispers. "can't you stay?"

That's what she does. They follow each other down the corridors in the McLaren facility to where the drivers actually go post-race. A tub of cold water awaits, and Oscar takes seconds before diving in, their last moments by themselves.

"C'mon, Osc! Can't believe the heat got the best of you!" Lando shows up from the front of the garage, towel around his neck as he tries to keep the humor up. "You're okay? Did you get checked?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just got checked." He's still with his eyes closed, someone from the staff pouring one more ice bag into his tub. "It was a whole lot."

"It was, man. It is too hot around here, and the track is even worse. I thought the car was overheating!" Lando agrees. "And hey, Carina! The best medicine is love, huh? That's what they always say."

Oscar can't understand what is happening to him. He's a chill guy, always so calm and down to earth. How come the tug in his chest hits like a hammer sometimes?

It's hard to breathe, to think, and for the first time in forever... To be quiet. He tried hiding in the bathroom, tried showering. Nothing could put the feeling away, and he already felt like a burden. Carina shouldn't be fixing his mind every time something happens. His mind keeps telling him he's supposed to hold himself together.

But it's still too hard, too much.

She's sleeping. After they went back home and after everything cooled down, literally, she was still the one to order their dinner, set the bedroom, and check on him until he fell asleep on her chest. Now he is hiding in the bathroom, making sure she has time to rest.

"Baby? Are you alright? I miss you in bed; you left a while ago."

Damn, he could swear he was slick enough for her not to notice he left.

But she does, she always does. The details are some of her best qualities.

"Uh-hum. I'll be back." His hands shake, touching his own face and trying to dry the tears.

"It's cool, don't worry. Would you mind... opening the door for me? You're locked in."

Carina is good at this, she's a pro. Oscar knows she'll be the best psychologist once she finishes college just by the way she treats people around her, but mostly him.

She makes him feel comfortable before ever going to the point. He doesn't even notice she's doing it.

Still, he doesn't want to cry in front of her anymore, at least not today.

"Osc? Look, you don't need to talk or anything, I just don't want you to be alone. Because you're not."

He could swear that's procedure, although it isn't. She's just being his caring girlfriend, the one he's had ever since middle school.

"I know." The only two words he manages to say. "I'll be back, promise."

"Would you like... would you like me to be inside with you? Or would you rather spend a few more minutes alone? I can come back and check on you in ten minutes."

That could be funny. Carina sometimes uses this positive discipline thing to get in control, and being conditioned really puts Oscar's mind in place.

Her company could be good. He doesn't overthink when he's around her.

And ten minutes can feel like an eternity. So the door gets unlocked, and he steps back.

"Hey, baby..." That's when he melts completely, face hiding in the crook of Carina's neck, arms around her, and sobs a bit too loud.

She just wishes he was smaller so she could hold him fully.

"What the fuck is going on, Rina? I don't understand! Why am I like this? That's not me!" he cries. "Everything feels so different, and I just want this feeling to go away!"

"I know, baby. I know. Things are changing. You're onto big things, big results, consistency... And you're also a public figure. You're facing new things."

"And why can't I just be like Lando? Or Lewis? Or Charles? They make it all look so easy! I just... I just want to be like everyone else!"

"Oh, so you think your friends haven't felt that way? When they went through the same? I mean... Lewis is old enough to be your father so... It's been a long time." Yeah, the humor and the way she runs her fingers through his spine. It all makes the feeling sink down. "Ask Lando, or whoever. I'm sure they faced what you're facing right now. Last year you were a rookie and now you're winning races!"

Not another word in the conversation; only Oscar's body getting heavy and the sobs becoming softer and softer. Carina has no idea how much he has slept.

"You're amazing, Osc. We will get through this, okay?"

"I love you," he whispers. "So, so much... I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You would surely get no sleep. Let's go to bed, wash your face, and go to bed." Her hands travel his back a little more. "I love you too, baby. So, so much."

[angelyuji]

It’s a crime that there isn’t more stuff for Cecil (now that I’ve gotten into invincible). In your post you mentioned reader being in a Truman Show like situation, what if someone unfortunately messed up and gave it away, or she figured some stuff out and tried to leave? Is the tracker in her or is it like something she can leave in order to buy time? I just need more stuff for this man and the show as a whole. Love your works by the way.

omggg right!!! i got into invincible when it first came out and the lack of cecil x readers made me soo sad but im here to fix that... now...

anyways thats something i thought about while writing the headcanons but i didnt want to go off on another tangent halfway through lmao

cw // yandere behavior, made up gda employee oc, truman-show vibes, i'm not really sure how to label this... its not really kidnapping cuz you moved willingly but cecil set it all up. like he controls every part of your life, unconsensual body modification, (lmk if i missed anything)

humans make mistakes unfortunately and that goes for the gda as well for sureee.

no matter how much they're trained and how much cecil stresses that you cannot know that you're being watched or that basically your entire life/job is fake, someone will slip up.

similar to how it happened on the truman show, you wouldn't necessarily figure it out until someone slips up.

you periodically check your phone. hoping to get a call from cecil soon. you missed him: his warmth, his smile, his voice, his hands, everything about him. you could feel your heart ache.

"(y/n)?" you turn back around to jessica, sighing. your neighbor had come over, asking for some company after her husband left for work. you set a cup of coffee down in front of her and lean back on the counter behind you.

"sorry, i- cecil hasn't called me back. he said he would after his-" you pause, cecil hadn't told you what was keeping him away this time after leaving in a rush.

'i'm sorry, i know i promised to stay longer, but things are... they need me back at work.' he pressed a kiss to your forehead and you rub his back. you could still feel his misery after he pulls you into a tight hug. you tilt his face down to plant a kiss on his lips.

'cecil, go. i'll be here, waiting for you."

"his mission brief or whatever?" jessica rolls her eyes, sipping her coffee. "cecil is such a hardass. so-called leader of the GDA can't even make time for the person he's keep-" she stops, cup frozen against her lips. you stare at her, eyes wide.

"what? mission briefing? what are you-" you reach over to her, but she jolts out of her chair. the cup slips from her hand, shattering at the floor.

"shit- i'm- god, i'm so fucked." she looked frantic, eyes darting around the house before bolting. you were frozen in place, eyes at the front door she left open. you looked over to the mess your friend had left and resign yourself to clean.

i feel like once you get that small slip, everything else comes unraveling with it

cecil will find out that jessica messed up (cuz he's watching you using the cameras in your house <33) and boyyy is he pissed

not that you would know how pissed he is

cecil, to me, is a very soft yandere compared to the psychos we have in the show (and that i've written about) so he wouldn't kill jessica/whomever slipped up

but he would make them disappear from your life

he would affectively move them from the quiet comforts of the suburban town to some fuckass mission in the arctic or smth

firing them isn't enough punishment, he needs them to feel pain w/o killing them becuz he has "morals"

anyyyway you'd get distracted that day with work and then cecil coming over to go see wth jessica was talking about

you rest against his chest, head buzzing with worry. 'what did jessica mean by mission? what was the GDA? what did she mean "keeping you"? was jessica lying to you? is cecil?' you close your eyes and cling to him. "you feeling okay, honey?" he pulls you in by the waist, putting a hand to your forehead, "doesn't seem like you're sick."

you smile and rest your head back onto his chest, "just... a weird day, i guess."

"talk to me." he uses a finger to tilt your head up. you bite your lip, unsure if you should bring it up. "don't do that." you stop, just from his words.

"i- today... you know our neighbor, jessica?"

"she sounds... familiar. why?"

"well... she said something about a GDA? i'm honestly not sure, but she seemed just so weird today after i mentioned you." you feel cecil's grip on your waist tighten.

"what did she say exactly?"

"i don't know," you sigh, tired. "something about a mission and a GDA... and..." you pause.

"and?" you feel cecil stir, turning himself to look at you. your eyes trace the lines on his face, the scar on his face, and the love in his eyes.

you smile, "it doesn't matter. she was probably just talking crazy because she missed her husband." you laugh. cecil smiles, pulling you back into him, resting his chin on your head. "do you go crazy missing me, cecil?" you mumble into his chest as his hands sneak under your shirt.

"i start going crazy the moment i can't see you, (y/n)."

btw cecil's 6'4

OWY*)IDG(U:OKJD"PISA"SDOKAS{DKASDSAD im about to sloppy style on that istggg

sorry, cecil was lowkey interrogating you cause he wanted to see 1. how much his dumbass employee said and 2. how much you believed

he's pretty happy you disregarded everything...

but did you?

after that moment with jessica, you start to really notice how many eyes are on you

at first, you think you're just being paranoid but then when did you introduce yourself to the mailman? why did everybody in town know your name? you're not that popular to have people watching you over their newspaper or as they walk their dog

to get rid of your suspicions you go over to jessica's house only to find a sold sign on their front lawn.

cecil is quick to get rid of idiots, so jessica and ?maybe?fake?husband was gone literally the day after she messed up

that was the final straw for you to realize that something was very very veryyy wrong

anyway lemme add some quick thoughts before this gets longer than it needs to be: cecil def put a tracker on you.

he couldn't really put a tracker on every piece of clothing you own, so maybe he told the in-town dentist that your wisdom teeth need to come out or some tooth needed fixing

and while you were knocked out, tracker in your skin

the only way you could leave effectively is if somehow you managed to figure out where the tracker is and also somehow manage to evade the employees that watch the house and also somehow manage to disable the cameras before cecil finds out

its hard but... with a little luck (and a kinder author) you/(y/n) could do it!

i also mentioned in a different post that cecil would probably put a chip similar to mark's in your head, but i think he'd do something like that only if you were someone with powers

[skxtchb3ar]

Don't mind me, I'll just be rambling about my fnaf AU down below.

Okay so, back in january 2024 @blue-sunflower-bee and I have been talking about headcanons for Abby and Ness. Specifically about them recreating the fnaf musical. When i made some silly little doodles for their headcanons, I actually got very inspired to make my own AU based off these headcanons.

And so I created my very own

FNaF the Musical x FNaF Movie AU

Sadly I never posted anything about this AU since I got too embarrassed to even talk about it. I've stopped working on it before I even started. Now that the second movie will come out soon, I wanted to revive this AU and actually do stuff with it! :)

Here is what I have gathered so far:

• The story of this AU takes place after the first movie, while Vanessa is still in a coma

• After the events at Freddy's, Mike and Abby often go out for dinner at Sparky's. This is where they meet their lovely waiter, Ness

• Neither Mike nor Ness were interested in befriending each other at first. But as time went on, and Mike and Abby became regulars, they did develop some kind of friendship

• When Mike would have to go to work, he would ask Ness to babysit Abby. Ness would always agree since he gets along well with Abby. (Also Mike always promising Ness that he will pay him back soon, but Ness really doesn't mind spending his evenings taking care of Abby)

• Ness used to be a huge Freddy's fan. He owns a lot of Freddy's merch, from keychains and posters to masks and plushies. Not just that, but he also made LOTS of theories about the murders at Freddy's

• Mike and Abby would still visit Vanessa a lot, hoping she will wake up soon. Mike would eventually tell Ness about Vanessa and about the fact that he used to work at Freddy's for a week. He may have also accidentally mentioned to Ness that the owner of Freddy's is the murderer and the guy kidnapped and murdered his brother

• Ness doesn't fully believe Mike on that last part, so instead of just dropping it and continue living his life, Ness went back to all his theories on the murder cases, trying to connect the dots

This is all I will give y'all for now. I do have a lot more for this au, but i want to make sure everything i have so far will actually fit with the lore. :)

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Quick Summary of what the story is about: Mike and Abby go to Sparky's, befriend Ness after some time and soon after Mike would tell Ness about what happened to him, Abby and Vanessa at Freddy's. Ness, who is obsessing with Freddy's and it's history of murders cases, breaks into freddy's every night, steals some stuff, and looks for evidince to back up his theories. While all that he thinks he can hear voices of the people that have died in that pizzeria and so he slowly goes insane.

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As much as I love securitywaiter/dreamtheory, this ship will not be canon in this AU 😞 Am I still going to make ship art of them even tho i just said they're not canon? Absolutely.

Maybe if i learn how to write, i might make a comic about this AU

[scarletwinterxx]

won't let them break your heart - joshua hong imagine

i truly truly think this man would be the best at making the worst days better🥺🥺 and i really really really like him🥺

anywayssss i hope you like this one🤍

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(gif not mine, credits to rightful owner)

With everyone busy with jobs and all that adult stuff, it's difficult to get everyone together. Your friend group do try to meet every once in a while, but most times not everyone can make it. One exception though is when it's someone birthday, it's an unspoken promise to always be there.

"Babe, I think I'll be late for Wonwoo's birthday dinner. I'll just meet you there"

Joshua looks up from where he was sitting to look over where you were, he notices the way your scrunching your brows unintentionally which means you're stressed. He knows you enough to read right through you. Heck he knows you better than he knows himself.

You're stressed about something, you have been for days. He also knows it's harder for you to admit it so he lets you come to him on your own. He never pressures to you to tell him anything.

He shoots you an understanding smile, putting his phone down to give you all of his attention. "Sure, love. Do you want me to pick you up?"

You contemplate for a second but you shook your head at him, "It's okay. I'll just meet you there, I don't know how long I'll be at the office that day cause I have this meeting with executives I can't reschedule. I'll just text Wonwoo so he knows. I feel bad if I don't go"

He stands up and walk over to you, giving you a hug you didn't know you needed. Just like that it's like all the noises in your head disappear. You don't think about work or anything else, you just think of how warm Joshua's hug is and how nice would it be to stay in his arms forever and away from the stresses of the world around you.

Joshua can feel you relax in his arms, soon he feels you hug him back even tighter. You needed this, you just didn't know how to say it. He gives your head loving pats, making you feel better even without words.

"Hey, why don't you call it a night? I can get the bath running for you, then you can go relax while I make us some snacks or anything you want" he looks down at you

"Can we just cuddle" you pout, cheeks squished against his chest. The warmth pooling inside Joshua's chest, a feeling he's all too familiar with but it's like the first time every time.

He's not sure if you know, but you got him wrapped around your finger. He'd do anything for you, he'll give you the world if that's what you want.

Leaning down, he gives your cheek a kiss making you smile up at him.

"Of course, my love. And don't worry about the party, I'm sure they'll understand"

It wasn't really Wonwoo's birthday yet, but his girlfriend wanted to surprise him that's why the dinner will be held before his actual birthday so he won't get suspicious.

When Soonyoung saw Joshua arrive alone, he immediately texted you thinking you were arriving with Joshua but he didn't get a reply so he turns to his friend to ask your whereabouts

"I thought Y/N was coming with you?"

"I offered to pick her up but she still has a meeting" Joshua explains, "But she'll come right?"

"Mhm, told her to text me if she needs me to fetch her" he tells Soonyoung.

Soonyoung just nods his head at Joshua before joining the others again. The night progressed smoothly, everyone was having fun and bonding over food and drinks. There really isn't any chance of boredom when all the guys are together.

Joshua's still distracted though, he kept on checking his phone or looking over the front door. A few of his friends noticed this but didn't comment on it. They also noticed your absence, some putting two and two together like Soonyoung, Dokyeom and Mingyu who you were with on your last beach trip.

Joshua has always been honest about his interest towards you. He never denied it. Whenever he's asked about you, he fights the smile to not raise any suspicion but sometimes he can't help it. One mention of your name and the butterflies in his stomach is rioting. Acting nonchalant is as hard as keeping his secret a secret.

He was in the kitchen when you arrived, talking with Seungcheol and Seungkwan. You greeted everyone in the living room, scanning the room for your boyfriend but you didn't see him.

"Hey Wonwoo, sorry I'm late. Happy advance birthday" You greet him, giving him a quick hug. "Sorry I didn't bring anything"

"No worries, it's good. And don't fret about it, I knew you were busy with work. There's still food in the kitchen if you want, you probably haven't eaten yet"

And he's right, but right now you need a moment of silence. "Sure thank you, I'm just going to the restroom real quick"

You excuse yourself then went the hallway, the house is familiar to you since you've been here multiple times when you hang out together.

Wonwoo then walks to the kitchen to see some of his friends laughing and having fun, "Hey, where's the sandwich we saved for Y/N" he asks

Joshua looks over at Wonwoo at the mention of your name, "Here, I set it here. Did she arrive already?"

"Yea, she just went to the restroom. Anyways do you guys want anything else?"

Joshua stayed for a few more minutes in the kitchen waiting for you but then you're taking too long and it's worrying him.

He excuses himself and walked down the hall, checking the vacant rooms until he found one with the light on. He knocks before walking inside the office, he sees the light in the bathroom open so he walks there and knock again

"Just a moment" he heard you say from the other side

"It's me" he answers, a few seconds passed before he hears the lock click and the door open revealing you with teary eyes.

He didn't even get to say anything because you immediately buried yourself on his chest, "Hey, are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?" he asks, very worried but he didn't want to push you to talk when you don't want to. He just wanted to know if you're okay.

You just shake your head and sob harder. You were having the worst day ever and you just couldn't hold it together any longer. You thought you could but you were too tired and too frustrated that the tears just started to stream down your face.

Joshua just lets you be, hugging you even closer. His arms going around you as if he's shielding you from everything.

"Hey, I'm here. It's okay now, you're okay" he kept on mumbling against your hair, saying comforting words to you

"I was just having the worst day ever, sorry" you mumble

"No need to say sorry about that, baby. It's valid, what you're feeling is valid. You never have to apologize about that, especially not to me. Not ever"

You're calmer now and the tears have stopped, Joshua definitely helped to calm down the chaos in your mind.

You wipe the tears with the back of your hand, leaning your face away from your boyfriend but staying in his embrace. He looks down at you, heart breaking at the sight of your tear stained face.

He wipes the few tears remaining, giving you the most gentle smile

"We can go home now if you want" he whispers but you shake your head

"I just needed a moment, I'll be okay and you're here now"

"You should've called me, I could've picked you up if you weren't feeling okay" he tells you

"I didn't want to ruin tonight" "Nonsense, you come first always. You're my number one priority" he shushes you

"When you're having a shitty day, you tell me okay? Wherever you are, I'll come and get you. I want to be the one you call, okay?"

You look at him, not saying anything back. You really did hit the jackpot when you met him. You always tell him you regret meeting him too late, feeling like you wasted so many years but then Joshua assures you again and again. Telling you that you didn't meet him late, you met him at the right moment, right when you needed him the most.

And he's right. Ever since he came into your life, everything is better. Even your worst days are better when he's with you.

"Now, let's go get some food in you. I know you haven't eaten dinner yet, I saved you your favorite sandwich. If you want anything else we can get it later"

"You really love me huh" you chuckle at him

Seeing you smile eased Joshua's mind. At least you're not crying anymore. He's not sure what he'd do if he sees you cry like that again, he might show up at your office and give your boss a piece of his mind if he ever sees you breaking down like that again.

"I do, I have for years now. Thank you for noticing" he jokes back

You giggle, standing on your tiptoe and throwing your arms around him again. "Thank you, Shua. For being there for me always, for not asking questions when I'm stressed but knowing the answers anyways"

He smiles while hearing your words, hugging you tighter. "I'm not going anywhere, love. I'll be right here" he tells you, kissing the side of your head like sealing another promise he made to you.

You stay like that for a while, not noticing the two figures standing by the door, "Should I ask..." Dokyeom asks Soonyoung

"They're hugging, I'm seeing this right. Right?"

"They're definitely hugging"

The two share a look then look at you and Joshua again, still oblivious about your friends observing the sweet moment you were having with your boyfriend.

"Should we tell them.. should we say something..." Soonyoung asks but Dokyeom shakes his head, hurriedly pulling him away and back to the main room

"Let's let them be. What if he just asked her out or what if they're finally admitting they like each other???"

"Who like each other?" Jeonghan asks

"Y/N and Joshua"

"Huh? Why would you say they like each other?" Seungcheol asks

"Everyone knows they like each other?" Dokyeon asks back

"Huh? I thought they were together already" the youngest say, catching the attention of his hyungs

"What?" Soonyoung asks, "Yea I saw them out one time, they were holding hands and all that. Joshua hyung even kissed her on the cheek. Oh and one time when I went over at hyung's he had like girl stuff in his apartment" Dino explains

"How did you know it's Y/N stuff?" Dokyeom asks "Because she was there, she was surprised to see me but she said she was just getting something she left at hyung's car. I never said anything because they never said anything" he shrugs, some of the guys surprised at hearing all of this

The rest share looks then it was chaos, Soonyoung shouting the loudest

"YAH KIM MINGYU YOU OWE ME $50!"

[bun-z-bakery]

what if dogday got into baking? , maybe you could try writing about him learning to baking stuff?

✧. ┊𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝛢𝑤𝑎𝑦

A/N: This was such a cute ask! I hope you enjoy! This ones short but still sweet!^^

Making sure Dogday was out of the kitchen was your top priority during mealtimes. 

You know he means well, but you didn't want to run the risk of him breaking more plates or setting anything on fire… again. 

You sat outside on the grass, enjoying the fresh air and nice breeze on your skin. 

Dogday decided to sleep in, Poppy and Kissy wandered around looking for flowers which meant you had some much needed alone time. 

The sound of pots crashing made you jump to your feet. Quickly you rushed inside and called out for Dogday. 

“I-In here.”

You rush to the kitchen, stopping at the doorway as you take in the mess. 

“Angel, before you get mad-”

You couldn't help but laugh. 

Dogday stares at you with a confused expression and tilts his head. 

As much as you wanted to, you couldn't be mad when he's covered in flour and holding a tiny whisk in his giant hand. 

“Anddd what have you been up to?”

You snort as you get closer and dust some flour off of his nose. 

“Angel I'm sorry, I'll help you clean up…”

He sighs in defeat. 

You noticed he was standing oddly and quickly tickled his sides, making him squirm in the process. 

“Dogday what's this?”

You hold up the baking book you never remembered buying. 

It was slightly sticky from the batter but the pages were still very noticeably new. 

“it gets boring here… And wanted to learn something that might lessen some of your responsibilities…”

He looks like a puppy that's being reprimanded. You couldn't help but chuckle. 

Adorable. 

You thought to yourself. 

“Dogday I'm not mad I'm happy you're trying something new! A $20 book on the other hand-”

“$20?!”

“Tell you what,”

You skim through the pages while he curiously hovers over you. You slam your finger down on the page that had the most delicious looking cake in the photo reference. 

“Make this and if it tastes good then I'll let you off the hook!”

Your proposition seemed to have made him perk up. 

He grabs onto his tail to avoid any more damage to the kitchen. 

“Alright deal! Let me work my magic.”

He points the comically tiny whisk at you and you raise your hands in defeat. 

“Alright alright, I'll be on standby.”

You joke as you leave him to his experiment. 

Throughout his time in the kitchen, the sound of pots and spoons falling and the smell of something burning made you question if letting him bake would lead to a house fire. 

“Sunshine, how's it go-”

You look around the kitchen, your mouth agape. 

“You act like I don't clean up after myself.”

He shakes his head in disbelief with the little faith you had in him. 

The kitchen was almost spotless, impressive was an understatement.

He motions towards the cake he had made and calls out to the others for a taste. 

“Wow it smells great Dogday!”

Poppy exclaims as soon as she and Kissy walk in. 

“It does smell pretty promising!”

You agree before taking a seat at the table. 

Once everyone is served and seated, you begin to inspect the cake. It seemed well made and you were eager to taste it now. 

“Alright on the count of 3!”

You say as you four hold a piece of cake near your mouths. 

“3,2,1!”

“...”

“It's… good?”

Your words instantly shift his mood. 

His tail begins to wag as he continues to eat his slice. 

“Does this mean I can help out in the kitchen?!”

Dogday’s eyes light up. Seeing him heartbroken after such an accomplishment would crush you. 

“Fine, if you can keep the mess to a minimum.”

“Deal!”

A/N: I got my PC back!! this is my first post using my pc and wow is it 10 times easier than on my phone. I've been a bit busy recently but keep sending in requests! I'm still working on a few projects and will post them hopefully soon! If you read this far dont forget to reblog and like <3

[kquil]

SLOWLY COMING BACK

Hello, my darlings!

How has everyone been? I've missed you~ ( ˘ ³˘(◡‿◡˶)

I promise I'll get to all my missed asks and comments, and reblogs, and stuffs soon enough, but I need to make a quick announcement first  (,,ԾᴗԾ,, )

Before anything else, an apology! I'm so sorry for being M.I.A, I know that I said I'd be slow on updates, but I accidentally turned it into a mini hiatus. Leading up to mum's surgery last month was stressful, but the day of the surgery and after, stress stayed the same, maybe became a little more. Thankfully, there were no complications and she's been recovering well at home with me as her primary carer haha!

Her recovery has been going smoothly and so I've tried to get back into writing but it's been very difficult -- I had to put my Divorcing Orion Black series on hold for a while (｡•́︿•̀｡) and I've also leaned more towards my recent obsession of EPIC: The Musical on my side account, thereby neglecting my main one here. Even if it was for the comfort, I'm so sorry for being away my darlings 。°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°。

But! I'm happy to say that I will be slowly returning again and will finally begin work on that platonic Dad Marauders x daughter reader imagines series as well as my Marauders x Fairy Tale and Marauders x Studio Ghibli series! ✧。٩(ˊᗜˋ )و✧*。Yayyyy! Hazzahhhh! I will also be beginning with short imagines/timestamps to ease myself back into writing for the marauders again--I missed our boys.

Anywho~ that's all from me and it's already really late so I'll be taking my leave~ see you all soon! Mwah mwah mwah! I adore you, my darlings ( ˶˘ ³˘(⋆❛ ہ ❛⋆)!♡ 

P.S I'm thinking of adding Regulus to the Fairy Tale and Studio Ghibli series so look out for the polls I'm making for that (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

[bots-and-cons]

I had small though about bulkhead when I was awake at 3am and so I wanted to request a bulkhead x reader

Reader is having trouble to sleep they're really electric/energized at the moment and so. They called bulkhead to get them and go to the base and bulkhead tried to help reader go to sleep and failing a few times and Reader finally glass asleep only when bulkhead held them close to his spark

Very simple request sorry

A/N: I've noticed I don't write Bulk very often, so this might be majorly OOC, but oh well. I haven't watched the show for years either so yeah… probably very out of character. Also, simple is good :D

You were laying in bed just staring at the ceiling of your bedroom and wiggling your feet and feeling like you would rather be doing anything other than going to sleep. You decided to call Bulk to come get you, since you would rather spend time with him than just lay in bed while doing nothing, just waiting to fall asleep. The line beeped a couple of times before he answered.

"What's going on? It's in the middle of the night" he asked.

Bulkhead was surprised to get a call from you at such a late hour, but he wasn't recharging, so it wasn't an issue.

"I was just wondering if you'd come get me and drive me to the base? I can't sleep and I'm bored out of my mind" you said.

"Yeah, sure. I'll be there soon" Bulk promised.

"Okay, I'll pack some stuff and come outside. Bye"

"See ya soon"

You grabbed your backpack and shoved your water bottle, a phone charger and some other stuff in there, before throwing on a hoodie, jacket and some shoes. You walked outside and stood on the sidewalk, waiting for Bulkhead. Luckily, it didn't take him long at all to get to you.

"Hey" you said as you hopped onto the passenger's seat.

"Hey sweetspark. Ready to go?" he asked.

"Yep, if I get tired I'll just go to sleep on the base couch or something, but if not, I'll just hang out with you" you said.

"Sounds good to me"

You told Bulkhead about your day while you drive to the base, and when you got there, you moved the conversation into his habsuite.

"Are you sure you shouldn't go to sleep? You look tired" Bulk asked after about an hour of talking.

"I'm fine, I promise" you shrugged, trying to suppress a yawn and failing spectacularly.

"You need sleep (Name), I'm serious" Bulkhead stated.

"Fiiiineeee" you rolled your eyes with a small smile. "Whatever you say, big guy"

You didn't really feel like you would be able to fall asleep, but you tried. You tossed and turned next to Bulk for over a half an hour, but you just couldn't fall asleep.

"Come here" Bulk said and offered his hand for you to climb onto.

You did so, and grabbed your blanket as well. Bulkhead raised you onto his chest and you laid down. You pressed your ear against his chest panel, and you could hear the rhythmic, steady hum of his spark. It was calming and before long, it lulled you to sleep.

Bulkhead had been a bit worried about you, since you didn't seem to be able to sleep. Luckily, it seemed like you had fallen asleep now. He'd missed moments like these, just the two of you and a bit of peace, in the middle of all that was going on. Sure, you saw each other everyday, but for you two to spend time with just the two of you was rare. He had his responsibilities and so did you, and on top of that he was Miko's guardian, and boy, she could cause trouble even if she didn't try. Bulkhead treasured these moments with you, he could never be sure how many he would get.

[ghostface-knight]

After years of seeing "I'm very disappointed" on report cards, and hearing "Thank God your dad can just buy your way into college" from classmates, Stephanie Lauter had accepted that she was not smart.

It wasn't that she didn't like to learn -- when she was young, she loved school. Her favorite class of science. She loved learning about the world around her, and how it worked.

Miss Tessburger would pick her up after school in her dad's black Porsche, and Steph would immediately start explaining the things she had picked up from class that day.

"Did you know that insects make up half the world's known species?" She'd recite.

And each time, she'd be met with something along of the lines of, "Stephanie, your father is very busy today, so don't bother him with this nonsense."

She thought it was the fact itself. Maybe Miss Tessburger just didn't like insects! Steph knew her father was a very busy man, and so it made sense that she shouldn't bother him unless the fact was really worth it. So she'd try history facts. She'd tell Miss Tessburger about weather phenomena. She'd explain mathematical equations which, although not groundbreaking for an adult, were quite impressive for a child of eight years old. Each time, she watched for the hint that this time, it was worth telling her dad. And each time, she recieved the same, disinterested responses.

So, eventually, she came to the conclusion that the things she was learning in school where not important. Her father was very successful, and he didn't want to hear the things she was learning, so who was to say she needed to know them?

And so she stopped telling Miss Tessburger facts on the way home from school. She stopped reading for fun. She stopped paying attention in class.

That was when her grades started getting worse, but the school didn't notify her father unless she failed a class, and he couldn't be bothered to check each time Steph brought home a report card.

In a way, it was easier to slack off. She didn't have to consider the complex concepts she used to seek out. Pretty soon, she forgot the rush of exhilaration she used to get from learning. Pretty soon, it was like she had never cared in the first place.

So no, Stephanie Lauter was not smart.

And yet, when Peter Spankoffski tutored her, he treated her like she was Albert Fucking Einstein.

"So, the domain of f(x) cannot be zero." She worked out, scribbling on her loose leaf. She looked up at Pete, expecting him to correct her. Instead, he broke into a goody grin.

"You got it Steph! Composite functions have nothing on you." He looked over her work with admiration. "I'm not sure you even need me anymore. You know all this stuff."

Steph smirked. "Maybe, but I think I'll keep you around."

She turned back to her paper, but could clearly see Pete turning bright red out of the corner of her eye.

"Ah, see, I do need you. Because I have no idea what the hell this one is asking me to do." She pointed to an equation.

Pete leaned over, and read the equation out loud. "Find the inverse of f(x) = (x/2) + 7. Oh, this one's easy." He said, grabbing a pencil and starting to write.

"Easy for you to say." Steph mumbled. "You're in the hardest math class this shit-hole offers."

Pete looked up at her. "Not true! I'm in AP Calculus, and they offer Linear Algebra." He sighed, noting Steph's unamused expression. "Look, I only said that cause I know you know this."

"I don't though!" She groaned in exasperation.

"Yes you do! How do you find the inverse of a function?"

"I don't know!" She exclaimed.

"Steph, look at me." Reluctantly, Steph obliged.

Pete took her hand, and looked into her eyes with his own deep brown ones. She softened.

"Take a breath. You know how to do this, I promise. How do you find the inverse of a function?"

Steph took a breath and closed her eyes. "You- you switch x and y, then solve for x."

Pete's smile was the only confirmation she needed. "I told you that you don't need me." He said softly as she got to work solving the equation.

Steph considered it. "Either way, can you stay?"

And the doe eyes strike again. "Of course, Steph." He paused. "I'll always stay."

[papahetsleftnut]

heyyy can I request, black album era James with a younger female reader gf that is super nice and let's him do what he wants, but he took her on tour and left her alone in the hotel room to drink so she snaps and calls him out, shocking him. everything else is for u to dwell on (can he smutty 😗)

AHHHH JAMES REQUESTEDDD FINALLYYY

they put a content label thingy what the fingle 💔 also I was listening to closer while I got this ask so perfect timing ilysm

this is a bit short, I promise next fic request I get I'll make it longer cuz my writing has been lacking in the length :( if this was bad don't jump me I was very rushed ;-;

🂱 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑑 🂱

☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎

warnings: slight angst, drinking, smut, unprotected p in v, light thigh riding?, make-up sex?, overstimulation, squirting, uhh i think that's it, if I missed anything lmk, otherwise happy reading anyway love ya☺︎

𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹

Since you were younger than him, James always looked out for you.

You never cared what he did, as long as he never cheated, and he loved you too much to ever cheat. He felt like you'd be bored while you were on tour with him, but you always begged and begged for him to take you with him, reassuring it won't be much different on tour than at home.

Lucky for you, he couldn't possibly say no to your pretty doe eyes, so right before his next tour he said yes, and you beamed, excited for the scenery you could get a view of from your hotel bathrooms, and more importantly, your time with James on his free days.

What you didn't expect was to spend your nights just drinking what he had brought you. Yeah, you expected to be alone, but you didn't expect it to be this torturous. You didn't want to be a bother, so everytime he asked, you'd just say "nothing, it's all good". He'd ask twice for reassurance, but you'd always say you were positive.

Now here you were, two bottles of Jack down, drunk and turned on over absolutely nothing. He had called and said the band's going to an after-party for the release of their new self-titled album, and he'll be back soon, but that call was at 11pm, and it's now 2:30. You were just about to get up and find a way to get to him, until you heard his keys jingling and the front door opening.

You rushed to the front door, and he went up and greeted you with a hug and a kiss to your forehead, until he noticed the little angered pout on your face.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?"

He asked you, to which he got a slight hit to the chest. He looked at you with a confused expression until you sighed finally got to talking. "I hate to admit it and be that way, but I hate this! Each time you come home you don't ever do anything, and fucking silicone isn't enough! I want you, Jamie, I just don't wanna be a bother and ask you for a bunch of stuff, and i'm tired of it!" You said, a bit louder than intended. He looked at you with a shocked expression, and parted his lips to say something, but you cut him off and stormed off to the bed and lied down, facing the opposite direction of him.

He stood frozen, before he snapped out of it went up and lied next to you, turning you around and curling you up to his chest. You still had an angered pout on your face, but you couldn't stop your smile when you looked up at his ocean blue eyes, and your cold hand found his cheek and your warm lips found his. He immediately kissed you back, and sat up against the headboard, before nudging you leg a bit, so you were straddling his thigh. His thumbs dipped under the waistband of your shorts before slowly pulling them down.

"Get off on me, baby."

He said with a low and husky tone. His hand found the small of your back, guiding your movements. You tried to keep your noise down, until he whispered, his lips touching the shell of your ear, "Don't be quiet, doll. I wanna hear you." This spurred you on to move your hips faster, eliciting soft moans from you. You quickly moved off of him and went to straddle his lap. "I can't cum without you, Jamie." He gave you a smirk and went to pull down his jeans.

He rubbed the tip of his hard cock against your folds, making you gasp. "Please don't make me wait, James.." you whispered. He gave you his goofy smile and said to you breathlessly,

"You're in full control, baby..."

His words sent shivers down your spine as he slowly moved his hands from your hips to the bed sheets behind him, gripping them increasingly tighter as you slowly start rocking your hips on him. He left deep love bites on your neck and whispered sweet nothings into your ear as you started snapping your hips a bit faster on him, making him throw his head back and let out a high moan, way higher than the deep grunts and groans he lets out when he fucks you relentlessly. You kept angling your hips until you found his tip dragging against your sweet spot in the most heavenly way possible, making you let out a loud moan. Your hips instinctively rocked faster, making him see stars as his thick and veiny cock dragged on your walls. You were so lost in the pleasure that your orgasm hit you quick, sudden, and intense, squirting all over James.

You cried out and hid your face in the crook of his neck, basically crash landing on his chest. His hips started snapping up into yours, desperate for his own release. He was letting out whines, moans, and occasional groans. Your legs were shaking from the intensity of your orgasm, all the days he needed to make up for was all made up in just one round. James threw his head back, letting out a small whimper, as he had what was probably the strongest orgasm he ever had, his hot and heavy load shot up into you almost endlessly. How did one switch-up intensify both your orgasms times ten?

Who knows, only conclusion is it felt magical, and you'll probably do it again.

why do I feel like this is bad is it bad guys

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

um, hi?🥴

well, it has been a hot minute since i've been around. first thing first, i am super sorry about disappearing off the face of the planet with no warning of any kind.

second, i wanted to thank everyone who sent me a message checking in on me. i logged in today to an overwhelming amount of love and that really meant so much to me. y'all are literally the sweetest people ever. it would take me a full 24hrs to reply to them all so i'll spare y'all the flood of me being sappy, but the summary is I LOVE YOU (yes, i am talking to you, you beautiful soul and precious person). just know that if you sent me a message i read it more than once and it made me happy cry.

third, let's go over my excuses. i won't bore y'all with the details but life got tough. many of you know i was job searching, and the sort of good news is i got a job! and it's technically a great job. medicine has just burned me out to a degree where i looked forward to nothing. so then i felt disgustingly disrespectful and ungrateful for the opportunities i have. my brain was a vicious cycle for a bit there.

fourth, and the final portion of this rambling i promise, the topic of writing. this entire time i've been able to work on my original work which has been super rewarding. i think i'll be able to get some copies out to beta readers soon and hopefully get some ARCs ready for the summer. but in terms of what's going on here, i haven't had time to work on a lot but before i went MIA i was like 90% done with the next chapter of 'Take Care of You' so i'm hopeful to get that out at the very least. the good news is not only is that chapter decent in length but it also gives y'all all the answers you've been waiting oh so patiently for (: anyways, from here on out i'll try to be better about answering asks and i'll work on some stuff for y'all promise💜

[the-californicationist]

Hello hello! I got super happy once i saw your requests open again <3 i love your writing and i would love to see Price and a reader who is too recluse and uptight, cold and distanced. He somehow noticed she likes him and stuff and it turns into what you write best, something hot and more. Basically Price shaking some sense into her, breaking her down? I don’t know if this is too much detail and I don’t know if it gives any ideas. Feel free to ignore. Love you, have a best day 🧡

Thanks so much for the ask! This is really unique, and I like the concept. I'll do my best! <3 <3

TW: female reader, afab, cunnilingus

Price scanned the meeting room as his teams filed in. The 141's operations had grown, now that Shepherd was out of the way, and new recruits with a lot of promise had come in to aid in the operations. Gaz, Ghost, and Soap sat up front, reports prepped and ready to be handed out, the logistics team sat around Alex and Farah, and sometimes, when she wasn't out doing the dirty work, Laswell would hang around the back corner, arms crossed, watching the meeting unfold. But, he was waiting for you.

You were the newest addition. Your specialty with data analysis and reporting had meant a stream of fresh, sparkling intel that was immediately actionable and nearly allowed him to predict the enemy's movements. You were a magician, and you never talked over anyone's head. Very professional, but kind. Beautiful, even though you were not a fresh-faced youth.

You also had a body that would not let him rest. He'd taken more cold showers in the past two weeks than he ever took as a teenager, and his cock was in his hand, hard and drooling, hungry to bury itself between your thick thighs.

He tried not to stare, really, he did. But, you would wear those cargo pants, belted to your waist, and he could see where your generous ass stretched the tight canvas. The way your hips swayed when you walked across the base with your data-tablet made him want to fight someone for you, even though, as far as he could tell, there was no competition in sight.

That was part of the problem. You kept everyone at arm's reach. Well, that was about to change.

Price started the meeting and tried not to keep glancing back to you in your seat. You were listening diligently, doing your job, and he felt downright lecherous at what he was about to do...

"...and so we'll be pairing off for a full facility inventory."

Groans resonated throughout the team. Complaints flooded in.

"Check the board for your partner and meet in Hanger 3. We'll start in the back storage."

"Back storage! Cap'n, unless you're lookin' for flip phones and manuals from 2007, there's nothin' we need in there," Soap protested.

"Well, Sergeant," Price grinned, "We're about to find out. Spring cleaning!"

He felt someone's presence behind him, and when he turned, he was delighted to find you there, shifting from foot to foot, waiting to be heard.

"Yes, Corporal? Do you need something? Going to whinge about the inventory as well?" He joked with you.

"N-no. No, sir. I just... I checked the board, and you are my partner, sir."

Your eyes were wide and bright. You were staring up at him and clutching that data-tablet to your chest like a shield.

He threw an arm around your shoulder and walked with you side-by-side,

"I'm just pullin' your leg, Corporal. Let's get to it."

As you worked together, the ever-observant John Price noticed a few things. First, you would stare at him when you thought he wasn't looking. Second, you would move to the opposite side of the room to work if he decided to relocate. And third, you had a bad habit of chewing on your bottom lip when you got nervous.

"You'd be no good at poker, Corporal," he commented, stacking a set of boxes near you.

"What, sir?" You looked up at him, biting that poor, innocent lip again.

"That bottom lip gives you away," you fixed it as soon as he said it, but he forced you to sit with him and asked you, "Hey, what's going on? You're doing a great job here, but I can't help but feel like you're not keen on being a part of this team."

You shook your head, sighing,

"No, sir. It's not that. I love this team... I just..."

"Just what, Corporal? We're not leaving this storage crate until you tell me. You have a crush on one of my soldiers, or what?"

Fear, now. He could see it all over your face. He reached out tentatively and put a hand on your knee,

"Hey," he dropped his voice to a dark whisper, "It's alright. I won't tell anyone."

Your voice was so small when you answered him, but gods you were brave for answering him,

"Sir... it's you who I shouldn't tell."

Price's breath caught in his chest. All this nervous energy, all this seriousness... for him? You were nervous to be around him?

"Corporal..." He was stunned.

You stood up, quick as a flash,

"I'm sorry, sir. Please forget I said anything."

You were backing away towards the door, looking like you were ready to bolt, but he reached out and grabbed your wrist, stopping you.

"Me?" He stood above you, his body looming, covering you in the small storage room. It felt like it was getting smaller by the second.

You swallowed, nodding,

"Yes, sir..."

Price reached behind you and popped the metal lock into place, sealing you in,

"Mmm... Corporal, if you only knew how long I've been prayin' you'd say that to me."

"Wh-what? Really? Captain, I didn't --"

He put his thumb on your chin, pulling the skin so that your bottom lip would be freed from your teeth, and he bent to suck it into his mouth. He wasn't kissing you so much as he was working your full, lower lip, slowly and gently, taking it between his own lips and tongue, making you catch your breath.

"In here... I'm not your captain," he smiled, kissing you fully now, "And when I'm not your captain... you give the orders. We can stop, if you want to stop."

He let the news register, showing you how true it was, backing away a bit, giving you room to say no. Price watched your face as the information sank in. It was understood, analyzed, and filed appropriately in that beautiful brain of yours, and then, the results.

You set your tablet down on the boxes and took off your shirt. He still hadn't touched you, happy to let you drive. You pulled his face to yours, placing your hands on his furry cheeks, petting his hair and knocking off his hat until it hung around his neck on its string, almost letting him kiss you, but just before he could, you whispered into his open, gaping mouth,

"I don't wanna stop."

He kissed you, then. So softly it was almost chaste. He matched your energy. If you explored him with your tongue, he explored you just as far. If you spent time kissing his jaw and neck, so did he. After a few minutes of such restrained torture, though, he was breathing heavy, and his body was begging for more.

His hands rubbed across the tight muscles of your neck and down your arms before finally discovering your heavy breasts. He let them fill his warm palms, plucking softly at your nipples and making them harden beneath his fingers.

Price spoke to you as he kissed you, as he fondled you into pliant submission,

"Do you wanna stop, love?"

You shook your head, whispering back,

"I don't want to stop..."

He bent himself like the bough of a great tree, leaning to suck your sensitive nipple into his mouth. Price warmed it with his tongue, and put it between his teeth just enough to make you writhe. Then, he slid a huge hand between your legs and felt the heat you were hiding from him there. He sighed raggedly when he found it, like he had just dropped the weight of the world from his arms.

John pressed the canvas of your pants up into the spot where your folds would part, rubbing the seam against your center, making it shove your clit back and forth along its line, making it swell and tingle. You writhed beneath his teasing, moaning from it.

"Mmm. Do'ya wanna stop, love?"

"No, fuck, no. Don't stop."

He forced open your buckle with a swift pull, snapping the metal tines and popping open your button fly. Tucking his fist into the elastic of your panties, his fingers found their soft, wet prize.

The captain sighed again, that same ragged relief, and just before he opened his mouth to speak to you again, you clasped your hand over it furiously, and warned him,

"Don't you dare fucking stop."

He chuckled, but he said nothing as he sank to his knees, looping one of your legs over his shoulder as he began to eat from your body, hungry and thirsty and needy and ready to be full of you, smearing you all over his beard, smiling all the time.

If you liked this story, please consider buying a coffee for your favorite feral cat <3 Comments, reblogs, and kudos are also appreciated!

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[svltzmans]

take care - f.g.

a/n: i'm so grateful for these fiona requests, thank you so much! writing for her is comforting for me ❤️‍🩹 i promise i'll get back to writing for other characters soon though!

warnings: reader is sick (but it all turns out fine!), very fluffy of course (not proofread though)

when y/n wakes up in a cold sweat, she can tell something is terribly wrong.

each swallow feels like a mouthful of glass, breathing through her nose is impossible, and her body feels like it's engulfed in invisible flames.

forcing herself to turn to read the clock, she sees that it's still the middle of the night. 2:30 a.m., to be exact.

how could she have gone to bed a few hours ago feeling completely fine?

y/n's first instinct is to grab her phone and text the only person she knows who may be awake at this hour. solitude isn't exactly her favorite, especially when she's sick. she could use someone to chat with.

are you awake?

she clicks send, rolling back over onto her pillow. she's exhausted, yet sleep seems impossible. before she can even think about trying to fall back asleep, her phone dings.

what's going on? it's late baby.

her girlfriend, fiona, is usually quite the night owl. she spends most of her days catering to other people, including her siblings, so her evenings are the time she reserves for herself.

is it healthy? probably not. fiona finds time to sleep at some point in her busy life, and y/n tries not to think about it too much to avoid the inevitable worry she would feel.

i think i have the flu or something.

fiona writes back almost immediately.

i'm coming over.

y/n forces herself to sit up, realizing that her girlfriend is probably being serious.

fi, it's the middle of the night.

go to sleep and you can come in the morning.

hello?

y/n knows it's no use, and she's proven correct when she hears a light knock on the door.

when she opens it, fiona is standing in the hall with several cans of soup, an entirely-too-big box of medicine, and a 12-pack of sports drinks.

"you're out of your mind," y/n laughs, voice scratchy.

"i am not, my girl is sick and i'm taking care of her."

"what about the kids?" y/n feels concerned realizing the rest of the gallaghers are alone in the house.

"they're asleep, first of all," fiona laughs. "but i asked v to make sure everything is fine. she's awake too, believe it or not."

"where did all this stuff even come from?"

"24 hour stores are a thing, you know. any further questions?" fiona laughs at her own sarcasm before grabbing hold of y/n's hand.

"c'mon, you're getting back in bed."

"i'm awake now, though."

"not for long, pretty girl," fiona replies.

before she knows it, y/n is in fiona's arms, being carried bridal style to her bedroom.

fiona sets y/n on the bed gently, pulling the covers over her.

"aren't you gonna get in too?"

"well duh, i didn't come here for nothing. but i'm going to get you medicine first."

when fiona returns, she's carrying a bowl of soup, along with the medicine she promised and a glass of water.

"i thought you were just getting me medicine," y/n teases, seeing that fiona had outdone herself.

"you know i can't help myself. now, take this and eat your soup."

fiona sits next to y/n in her bed, pushing her hair behind her ears and planting a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"jesus, you're burning up. my poor girl," fiona coos, wrapping her arms around y/n.

"fi, i'm gonna spill the soup."

fiona pulls away, forgetting that y/n's hands were very much occupied with a hot bowl.

she can't help but giggle as y/n drinks some of the broth before putting the bowl on her bedside table and returning fiona's hug.

"can we watch a movie?" y/n asks, even though she already knows the answer.

"you have to pick it though, you know i'm indecisive," fiona responds before leaning in to kiss y/n.

"fi! you're gonna get sick!"

"i don't care and you know it. wanna kiss my girl."

melting at fiona's words, y/n allows fiona to kiss her, feeling her body heat up and knowing it isn't because of her fever.

when y/n and fiona finally separate, y/n turns on her television, resting her head on fiona's shoulder.

"lay down, silly," fiona insists, letting y/n rest her head on her chest.

"can we watch that musical? the one about the wedding on the island or whatever?"

"babe, we watched 'mamma mia' last time i was here."

"i'm sick, you can't say no to me."

"i can't say no to you ever. i'll put it on, you rest."

20 minutes into the film, y/n had already fallen asleep, her head still rested on fiona.

fiona smiles to herself, admiring her sleeping girlfriend. it isn't long before she falls asleep herself, arms around y/n.

y/n wakes up the next day to find that it's already after noon, and that she's actually starting to feel better.

her nose had cleared significantly, and although her throat was still sore, she considered it a win.

finally standing up and walking to the kitchen, she's surprised to see fiona hovering over the stove, evidently cooking.

"good morning, sleepyhead. how you feelin'?" upon closer inspection, y/n sees that fiona is cooking pancakes.

"better, actually. i can't believe you left me in bed alone, though," y/n teases, wrapping her arms around fiona's waist from behind.

"only to make you breakfast, my love. or lunch, seeing as you slept until 12:30."

"i forgive you, but only because the food smells good."

"oh, just be quiet and eat your pancakes."

[minho-hoho]

7:08pm

genre! drabble, fluff, established relationship pairing! bf!renjun x gn!reader warning! lowercase intended, not proofread WC! 0.55k A/N! first time writing for nct dream lol. steering away from yandere stuff, not completely, but branching out yk?

MASTERLIST

carefully created by the gods themselves, each eyelash drawn by the angels, stars delicately placed in your eyes. the light shined brightly in them, reflecting your past, the present and a promising future. your eyes told so much, renjun could dedicate a whole thesis about them, it was one of his favourite things about you. there was so much to capture and he wanted to so you justice, and so, he moved his brush with fast but precise strokes, eager to paint you.

there was your smile too, god your smile. renjun couldn't get enough it, truly. how could he even begin to describe it? he was probably obsessed with it. obsessed with the way it illuminated the whole room. obsessed with the way it warmed up his heart each and every time. obsessed with the way it never failed to make him fall deeper for you.

noticing the enamoured smile dancing on renjun's face, you moved slightly to look at him properly. the sight made you fully melt. your hand reaches out to poke his shoulder gently to grab his attention. he looked at you curiously, that smile on his lips not fading.

“why are you moving? you know you're supposed to stay still when you're a muse...” he remarked, his voice soft and gentle, as if you were the most precious thing to have graced the earth, and to him, you were.

you simply shrugged and smiled wider. “i don't know, i saw you smiling... what's got you smiling so hard, hm?” you asked, feigning curiosity when you knew very well why he was smiling.

“i don't know, i just love you i guess.” renjun pretended to be annoyed as he often would, rolling his eyes. but you knew better than to believe his side-eyes and disinterested tone. if he wasn't whipped fro you, would he really go through the trouble of painting you so beautifully?

“who knew the huang renjun could be so sappy and sweet towards his girlfriend!” you laughed at your own words, not missing the way renjun's lips curved up despite his characteristic glare.

“don't you talk too much for a muse?” he sighed dramatically. he turned to fully look at you before gently placing a delicate brush stroke of blue paint on your cheek. then purple paint across your nose.

soon, each bit of your exposed skin now a canvas of its own. you kept giggling at the tingly feeling of the brush swiftly running across your skin. to renjun, this was a sight worth painting, worth exposing in the most prestigious museums and even then, he's not sure it would be enough to truly showcase your awesomeness.

“i'll finish the painting later... come here...” renjun carefully placed his painting supplies and canvas aside before wrapping his arms around you. “i'd rather cuddle for a bit.” he murmured softly, lips ghosting the sensitive skin of your shoulders. “i knew you'd miss me and all~” you teased him but not without wrapping your arms around him as well, closing your eyes.

this time without teasing you, he truthfully answered, “of course i'd miss you, my love.” you fully buried your head in renjun's neck, as he smiled in content, knowing he had you wrapped around his finger like you had him. “i love you.”

[glitter-stained]

hi hi! for the fic writers ask game:

6 (about The Protector), 9, and 23?

6- What's one fact about the universe of [The Protector] that you didn't get to mention in the fic itself?

> oof good question! I like to think prior to the scene in the library in the final chapter, Bruce and Ollie sat down together at some point while Ollie was still in a cast and Bruce apologized for what happened and asked him for advice.

9-How do you find new fic to read?

Mostly browsing ao3 tags, sometimes through tumblr recs from my mutuals/checking out what my beloved mutuals, whose taste I trust, are writing. And I'll confess: sometimes, when I really like a writer I'll browse through their public bookmarks to see what they're reading. Some of y'all have great taste what can I say.

23- What's a trope, AU or concept you've never written but would like to?

> so much stuff omg you have no idea. Let's go the biggest one:

-high school AU: Mia-centric self-indulgent arrowfam adoption AU. Ollie is Mia's eccentric philosophy teacher, Connor is a librarian at the library Mia goes to after school, Dinah teaches self-defense classes, and they're all very concerned about Mia's homelife.

-hacker movie : Barbara Gordon my love one day you'll get your movie about a librarian moonlighting as a hacker going up against an evil corporation to avoid an industrial disaster while involving a bunch of people in your quest and making them fall in love with you.

-maths movie: Duke thomas maths movie my beloved. I'm such a sucker for maths movies please like something between Marguerite's theorem and Good Will Hunting (and whatever Maths movie you guys can rec me please please please)

-college AU: rebirth Outlaws in college with others, Outlaws are part of the anti sexual violence club during the day but Jill Carlyle leads some of them as a band who beat up/kill rapists at night.

- coffeeshop AU : arrowfam (self-explanatory). Ollie has the coffee shop, Dinah's flower shop is upfront. This one has to come with excessive detail and info about all the different pastries I would cook if I had an oven. Imagine a platonic coffeeshop AU with hurt/comfort and slowburn found family but the writer is trying to make you hungry the whole time.

-fake dating: no cape roy hires jason to act as a terrible date to teach Ollie to stop trash-talking Jade => plot-twist Jason is kinda bad at his job because he assumed he just had to be himself and turns out the things he thought made him a terrible option for a boyfriend were mostly just internalized classism/psychophobia.

-murder mystery: I LOVE a good whodunnit. no-cape batfam murder mystery a la agatha christie, Bruce dies and they need to figure out who did it they're trapped in the manor they're all just as clever as in canon and they're all both detectives and suspects and they all have very good reasons to be very mad at Bruce- with the added pizzaz of the manor being full of secrets and hidden passageways...

I think that's all the biggest ones for now but the bunnies keep breeding, so... For now I'm busy with commissions and my beloved horse movie fic (which I promise I will write the next chapter for as soon as Battle for the Cowl is done, sorry for the wait!!!)

[lucehe]

Foxspider food (fellowyuu)

I'm going to make a short comic of Foxspider (Ernesto Foulworth/Papa prefect)

Maybe I'll got lazy and forgot

Here is the yapping:

Basically about how Yuno and Yuki took Ernesto and Gidel to Ramshackle

It's a very surprising to the others, since this guy is basically doing the human trafficking if you think about it

But Yuno agreed to take these two back is mostly because he knows that Ernesto is only doing his job, there are someone that are more powerful above and blablabla

Maybe sending Fellow to jail would be easier, but Yuno knows that won't solve anything

In the end, Ernesto is just one of the "puppets" being used by the others

Crowley protests a little when Yuno tells him about this, until Yuno explained that if Ernesto work with him, a lot of tasks will finished faster

And then Yuno probably did some manipulation and threatening to let Crowley accept the fox and the cat

Yuki dislikes Ernesto in the start, so does Grim, so Yuno let's Yuki and Grim to take Gidel around, and he also reminded her to protect the boy, and try to introduce him to the other students here so he can have more supports in the school

Since Gidel is still a kid and he is less sneaky like Ernesto, everyone accepts him quickly

Even Gidel can't talk, but they still got close soon, since Yuki is willing to teach some simple words and stuff to Gidel

While Yuno basically gets a work partner since Ernesto needs to work to stay in NRC, at least he doesn't have to use his power on people anymore and work like a tool

He doesn't understand why Yuno takes him here, or accepted him

And the weirdest part is, he doesn't even understand why he followed when Yuno asked if he wanted to attend to NRC

It's just a simple question that time, Yuno could trick him and bring him to the police or anything, so he can revenge for his friends who almost got turned into a puppet by him, but Yuno didn't

Yuno actually did what he promised

Ernesto Foulworth hadn't trusted someone for a long time besides Gidel, because he knows how realistic the world is

But maybe he had an exception for that day

Idk what I'm writing it's just a good idea

I like gae couples that looks toxic but it's actually fluffy ✊

[dxncingwithastrxnger]

Hi! I saw you're doing Christmas drabbles and was wondering if you could write Mammon x reader who really loves Christmas? Like they are so excited to decorate HOL while listening to Christmas music and they love wearing festive clothes/accessories and ask Mammon to wear matching Christmas sweaters and such.

❤️ Thank you so much in advance 💚

- @obey-me-hoe

Aaahhhhhh, this is being answered so late, I'm sorry!! I kept trying to catch up to the Advent first and then I was falling behind on the Advent and my entire motivation just went poof? Like, I've been so physically tired for some reason and it's just made not wanna do any writing and it's really sucked, actually. But!! I told myself that I wanted to get this answered and posted before Christmas at the very least!! It's currently 11:48pm on Christmas Eve night for me, so I'm really cutting it close 💀 But!! Here you go!! Thank you sm for sending in a request and I hope you enjoy it!!!

~*~

"Pretty please, Mammon? C'mon, wear it for me! We'll match!"

The greed demon groans in exasperation. Is this how Lucifer feels whenever they keep pestering him? It must be. But there they are, looking at him with those stupid, big eyes and that stupid, hopeful look on their face. He's gonna say yes, isn't he?

"Rah! Fine, fine! I'll wear your stupid reindeer sweater, alright? But only so that you don't go pesterin' any o' the others about it, cause none of them will be nearly as nice as the great Mammon." He puffs out his chest as his hands go to his hips, standing with a proud look on his face at his own "bravery".

You can't help but giggle at the man's antics. "Thank you very much, Mammon." You kiss him on the cheek as you hand him the sweater. "Now hurry up and put it on!! We still have all kinds of stuff left to do!"

"Really? Why ya makin' me do all this work, huh? Aren't the others helpin' ya, too?" He grumbles as he slips the sweater on over his shirt.

"Nope. I told everyone that you and I were gonna decorate and that no one was allowed to see any of it until it's time to decorate the tree." You shrug to match your casual tone, as if the HOL isn't an entire mansion.

"Wait, wha-?"

"What? It's not that bad. I've always wanted to decorate a big place like this all on my own. There's so many options and possibilities!!"

The Avatar of Greed whines. "C'mon, (Y/N), why ya gotta do this to me?"

You grin and wrap him in a hug. "I promise it'll be fun. It's you and me spending time together alone. What's not to like about that, hm?"

He wraps his arms around you and sighs, but as you pull your head back to look at him, there's a slight flush to his cheeks. "You're real lucky you're cute, ya know?"

You beam at him happily before pulling back all the way and taking his hand, tugging him out of the room. "C'mon, c'mon! We gotta get started soon or we'll be off schedule!!"

Mammon grumbles as you pull him along, but he has an unmistakable grin on his face the whole time. Don't tell him you ever noticed it, though.

~*~

And scene-

I hope you enjoyed it!! I think it's pretty cute. I love writing Mammon, tbh, it's pretty easy for me to figure him out, lmao. But I really hope you like it, cause that's most important!! Lemme know, pls!! Merry Christmas!!!