#I'm sorry anon but my work (because that's what it is — *work*) is not fast food. it won't kill you to wait

[edwardhartenjoyer]

I have been hit with a wave of ‘damn I love these men’ so can I request Lyca Romeo and Leo with a s/o that constantly works out? I think it’d be even more funny if they’re like a smaller person that can bench the weight of their partner. Thank you sm!!! I love your work a lot, your writing is just fantastic and brings a smile to my face :)

Omg thank you anon you're so sweet 😭💖 Makes my day whenever you guys say you like my writing.

Working Out

Featuring: Lyca | Romeo | Leo

Lyca Colt - Lyca had heard you mention once that you liked to work put, and he'd insisted on joining you after that.

He was a perfect workout partner, always pushing you to lift more and push yourself, and also making sure you stay safe.

However, he still didn't fully realize the full scope of your strength until something happened on one of your missions.

You were walking alongside Lyca, waiting for the anomaly to appear.

"Find any trace of it?" You asked, looking over to your boyfriend as he sniffed at the air. He shook his head.

"Nothing." He huffed. You went to say something else, but a sudden shaking of the ground caused you both to lose your balance.

The ground started to split beneath the werewolf, and you moved quickly, grabbing him and lifting him into your arms as you moved him away just as the ground below where he'd been cumbled down.

He clung to you, staring at you with wide eyes.

"You okay?" You asked, worried.

"You're so strong.." he muttered, eyes wide with wonder. He shook himself out of his stupor and nodded. "I'm okay, thank you."

You nodded and set him back on the ground, his gaze kept hovering on you. You raised a brow at him and he blushed.

"Sorry, it's just really...you should carry me again later.." he muttered. You laughed softly.

"Anytime you want, but let's finish this mission first."

Romeo Lucci - You had been on a mission with Sinostra and had gone off with your boyfriend, Romeo, to follow what he thought the anomaly had gone to.

It had all turned bad though, and noe you found yourselves having to run from it, Romeo unabke to deal damage to it because it was too close to people for him to make any explosions and it was too fast for him to shoot at.

As you ran, Romeo lagged behind you. Without thinking about it, you just gabbed him into your arms and carried him to the spot you'd both been running to, hiding away there.

He stared at you in shock as you set him back on the ground. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, one of the few times you'd seen him be genuinely speechless.

"Sorry." You apologized, "I just didn't want you to get hurt."

"Tch, don't apologize for that. You just... surprised me is all. I hadn't realized your...strength." Romeo finally replied.

"Does it, upset you?" You asked warrily.

He eyed you and sighed, rolling his eyes. "We need to work on your confidence. No, it does not bother me. It was quite attractive." He admitted, a blush crossing his face.

You grinned. "Well, when we're back at the casino, I'll show you more of my strength then." You teased, laughing softly when he just grew more flustered.

Leo Kurosagi - "Make sure you stay back, can't have you getting hurt since you can't protect yourself." Leo teased as you followed him through the trees on the hunt for an anomaly.

"I can protect myself better than you think." You huffed in response. He rolled his eyes.

"Oh, I'm sure you could." He teased.

You frowned and stepped in front of him to stop him before grabbing him and lifting him up. He let out a startled sound as he wrapped his legs around your waist to balance himself.

He stared at you with wide eyes in shock as you held him up. "Still think I can't handle myself?" You huffed, amusement in your tone.

In response, he just leaned in and pulled you into a kiss. You kissed him back.

When you parted, you were both breathless. "Fuck, that was hot." Leo huffed as you set him back down. "You're doing that again, and I'm catching it on video when you do."

"Anytime you want baby." You replied, laughing softly at the expression of desperation on his face.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

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[timperi-fan]

My invitation on Ao3 has been delayed and now I have to wait till the 30th.

Please, could you make If Love Is The Answer, You're Home available for people without account?

No. Waiting isn't the end of the world, the fic isn't going anywhere.

[suliigwp]

Hi! I've recently found your blog and it's amazing I really like your writing style and was wondering if you could do a rookie fic where she a completely different person around like a sibling or something? And maybe it was caught by paparazzi and the grid is a little shocked seeing rookie look human for once? Again, really great writing and I can't wait for the medieval au

-⭐

Sweet Like Butter

platonic!paddock x rookie!reader | fluff

SULI: FUCK ME HI I'm so sorry you had to wait this long but it's finally here! Km working on a lot of things rn but this has been sitting in my drafts for so long, why not post it— so based on the personality of our rookie I changed it up a little I hope you don't mind🫶 enjoy!! And also — Welcome to the family ⭐ anon, hope you stay long

Short and sweet- something I love about our rookie series, it gives me a time off from the long ass chapters I always write

Warnings: none

The rookie wasn’t like anyone they’d ever met.

She was sweet—everyone agreed on that. She always bowed when people greeted her, even after a year in the paddock. She said “thank you” to every crew member, waved politely at fans even when she was exhausted, and showed up to press conferences with her hair still a little damp because she forgot call time and had to sprint from the team hotel.

“I’m very sorry,” she said breathlessly once, cheeks pink. “I was watching baby goat videos and lost track of time.”

They forgave her immediately.

How could you not? She looked like a Studio Ghibli side character most of the time—always with a snack in hand (usually stolen from catering), legs swinging off the edge of pit wall, asking questions like:

“Do you think the tires have feelings?” “Can I put glitter on my helmet if I qualify top ten?” “What would happen if I licked the trophy?”

No one ever quite knew if she was joking.

Oscar once found her halfway under the team truck looking for her AirPod. She looked up, blinked, and said,

“Don’t tell anyone. If the engineers find me like this, I’ll get put in the toolbox.”

George caught her dragging a cone into hospitality after media day.

“What… are you doing?”

“He looked lonely. His name is Derek.”

She didn’t speak loudly, but her chaos was undeniable.

Lewis called her a “polite gremlin.”

Carlos said she was “like a tiny elf with violent potential.”

Lando just shook his head and said, “She’s got bunny eyes and raccoon energy.”

During races, she was focused—laser-focused. But outside the car, she wandered. Talked to herself. Collected little things like stickers and bottle caps. Her locker had googly eyes on it. No one put them there. When asked, she just said,

“They protect the snacks.”

In interviews, she was sunshine and stumbles.

“The car felt… like, spicy. But in a good way. Like pepper? Jalapeño? Yes. That.”

“Ah—oversteer? Yes. I met him today. Not nice man.”

People loved her. Fans adored her. She was cute, chaotic, and weird in a way that made everyone instinctively want to protect her.

“She’s the type of girl who’d apologize after overtaking you,” Oscar said once.

“She apologized to a curb,” Charles added. “Said she ‘didn’t mean to step on his feelings.’”

And somehow, despite the mess, the language confusion, the sugar crashes and trail of mystery items left in motorhomes… she was fast. She had raw talent, insane cornering instincts, and late-braking habits that made even veterans sweat.

...

It started as a quiet afternoon, just her and her older brother outside a small café near the paddock. The sun was warm, the air filled with the scent of fresh coffee and baked bread, a rare moment away from the frenzy of race weekend.

But then a paparazzo, hidden behind a bush, caught something no one in F1 had seen before.

She was talking to her brother—but not in the soft, tentative English she used for media or teammates.

No. This was her native language, and it was different.

Her voice was calm, controlled, deeper than usual—like she was suddenly the one in charge.

"You know this isn’t the best idea, right?"

Her brother smirked, shaking his head.

"Come on, just relax, I’m just joking."

She folded her arms, eyes sharp but steady.

"You always say that, but then you get yourself into trouble."

There was a pause, then a sudden, soft smile tugged at her lips.

"This time listen to me. I’m the older one."

Her brother laughed—a genuine, easy laugh—and she cracked, too, her entire face lighting up as she dropped her serious tone.

"Haha, alright, big sister. Just don’t tell anyone."

Their laughter echoed in the quiet street—warm, real, unfiltered.

The cameras caught it all.

The grid, watching the clips later, was stunned. That calm, mature voice was so unlike the soft, polite rookie they knew. They’d never imagined this side of her—the boss energy hidden beneath the gentle exterior.

And when she smiled at the end, the adorable girl they loved came rushing back.

The video dropped late Saturday afternoon — just a few minutes of her calmly putting her older brother in check, followed by that warm, infectious laugh at the end.

Within hours, it was everywhere.

Social media exploded:

“Wait… is that our shy rookie? She sounds so bossy! 😂”

“I’m obsessed with this new ‘older sister’ energy 🔥”

“She’s lowkey running the paddock from behind the scenes and we didn’t know.”

“This video just made my day. So cute but don’t mess with her brother!”

On the paddock, drivers couldn’t believe their eyes.

Oscar showed Lando the clip between sessions.

“Dude, she’s got power in that voice.”

Lando laughed, shaking his head.

“I thought she was a soft bunny but nah, she’s a whole CEO.”

Carlos pulled out his phone at the next team meeting.

“Have you guys seen this? Rookie’s got that serious ‘don’t mess with me’ vibe. I’m impressed.”

Even the media caught on.

“From sweet and shy to mature and commanding — rookie driver surprises everyone. #BossBunny"

Back in the garage, her team was both proud and a little overwhelmed.

Her race engineer joked,

“Guess we’re dealing with the silent boss now.”

She just smiled quietly, already half-forgetting the chaos she’d unleashed.

Because to her, this was just normal talk with her brother.

But to the rest of the grid?

She was officially unpredictable — and everyone loved it.

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[kuronarnze]

HEYYY AIIIKAAA could I request headcannons with the bllk boys as usual where the reader thought the boys were cheating on the reader but the boys where actually picking a proposal RING for the reader 😭

a/n: HELLO HELLOOO ANON!! I am SO SORRY for my very very very late response 💔 I was scrolling through my inbox filled with requests (that are rotting 💔) and I found this one that Is one of the oldest, please enjoy the headcannons !! p.s. I didn't add reo this time cause I need to be fast and work on the other requests too, I'm so so sorry

⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀،

“Caught In The Act... Of Love???”

⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀،

Isagi Yoichi

- He’s SO NERVOUS about proposing that he asks your best friend (a ring expert, apparently) for help.

- They’re spotted together multiple times, whispering in cafes, laughing together, even browsing shops at the mall.

- You spiral. “He’s cheating on me with my best friend??”

- You cry in your room, trying to piece it together while Isagi is completely unaware.

- Then, one evening, you barge into his place, ready to confront him—only to find him panicking, holding a little box.

- “Y/N?! Wait—don’t get mad!! I was going to propose—!!”

- Cue you sobbing. He sobs too. You both cry. The ring is BEAUTIFUL.

- “You thought I was cheating? You’re the only one I’ve ever looked at, idiot.”

⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀،

Itoshi Sae

- Sae is secretive and quiet already, so him hanging out with your best friend behind your back? You immediately assume the worst.

- You see them exiting a jewelry store together, and your heart drops.

- You pretend everything’s fine while dying inside. You don’t even confront him. You just become… cold.

- He notices. He definitely notices. “You’re mad. Why?”

- Finally you snap: “Because you’re seeing my best friend behind my back!”

- He blinks. Then sighs, annoyed. “Are you serious? I was picking this.”

- He literally pulls out the velvet box from his coat and flips it open like a tired cat dad.

- You gasp. He’s still staring at you flatly.

- “You really thought I’d propose to someone else? You’re ridiculous.” (But he’s smirking now.)

- Proposal happens on the spot. You say yes while sniffling.

⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀،

Itoshi Rin

- Poor boy just wanted to do it right. He’s picky, perfectionist, and OBSESSED with giving you the best.

- But he’s awkward with your best friend (he’s awkward with everyone), so the fact he’s hanging out with them makes it even more suspicious.

- He’s bad at lying too. You ask where he was—he stutters. RED FLAG.

- You see them once at a restaurant. You go home and cry. It’s OVER, you think.

- He shows up at your door like nothing’s wrong, and you finally scream, “Are you in love with them?!”

- Rin: 🧍‍♂️ “…What?”

- You: 💔💔 “JUST BREAK UP WITH ME IF YOU ARE.”

- Rin: “…Open this.”

- He shoves the ring box at you.

- “I wanted to ask them which one you’d like best. You’re seriously crying over that?”

- He feels guilty and immediately hugs you, face buried in your shoulder.

- Later proposes again properly, soft voice and blushing. “Will you marry me, dumbass?”

⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀،

Shidou Ryusei

- You actually thought you’d never be the jealous type until you saw Ryusei walking out of a jewelry store with your best friend, tossing his arm casually over their shoulder and laughing.

- You. Were. LIVID.

- You don’t yell. You ghost him instead. Radio silence. He thinks you’re playing hard to get again.

- When he finally finds you, you’re curled up in bed, eyes red from crying.

- “The hell is this? You ignoring me now, baby?”

- You throw a pillow. “Go back to your new girlfriend.”

- Ryusei: “…Oh. You mean your best friend? I was asking them which ring you’d like so you don’t throw it at me.”

- He walks over and drops the ring box on your lap. “Tch. This is why I don’t do nice things.”

- But he still kisses your temple and says, “Marry me. I’ll even let you hit me when I piss you off again.”

⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀،

Kaiser Michael

- Kaiser is smart. He knows how bad this looks—but he genuinely believes he can pull it off.

- He's meeting with your best friend to get custom engraving on the ring, and they’re having lunch together when you spot them.

- He even WINKS at your best friend across the table. (It was a joke!!) You are DEVASTATED.

- You shut him out. No replies. Cold smiles. Cold hands.

- He’s panicking. He corners your best friend like: “DID YOU TELL HER?! WHAT IS GOING ON???”

- They tell him you saw them and thought the worst.

- He immediately drops everything and runs to your place, knocking like a maniac.

- “Baby—open the door—listen—I’m not cheating, I swear—”

- You finally open the door to yell at him—and he drops to one knee.

- “If I’m gonna get yelled at, I might as well do it while proposing.”

- He opens the box. Inside is a custom sapphire ring with both your initials.

- You tear up. He smiles. “So? Gonna say yes or make me beg?”

⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀،

I RUSHED WRITING THIS OMG.. so sorry if they're ooc 💔 TYSM for reading and have a nice day !!

[bunnwich]

Same anon about the Leona bf Hcs....I'm also curious, do you have any ICKS when it comes to how people portray Leona romantically? plspls, I wanna get controversial.

My Leona Boyfriend HC Icks

(This is subjective, but you asked! Idk why I wanted to answer this ask before your other one… I guess I felt some type of way. It's a bit more ranty/bitchy so be forewarned. I’ve been in the fandom since the ENG release, so I've seen a lot of stuff that personally icks me. Dw I’ll get to your other ask!!)

Btw, I know some ppl won't like some of these opinions, but it's just my personal preferences at the end of the day! Friendly reminder: I am not the authority on Leona Kingscholar nor do I claim to be!!!

STINKY (But not metaphorically)

Why? He is an athlete and a prince? All the athletes I know bathe MORE than other ppl bc they get sweaty.  Besides…we all have bad hygiene when we aren't doing well mentally? So, this HC at best is just gross, and at WORST is offensive.  Also, just a question for ppl who do STILL this: Why would you WANT him to stink??? I never understood this mindset, even if he WAS that lazy. I simply wouldn’t wanna HC that he stinks. I love myself. GFBHNJM (Idia seems to get this stinky boy treatment too WHYY??? Sorry, I choose to believe my man smells good.)

HERBIVORE. (The H-Word)

I think where people lose me fast in Leona fics is hitting me over the head with the word “herbivore.” Honestly…he doesn't use the word as much as people think?? And I don’t think he would call his S/O at all. I find it mean? Because of the Japanese context of this word, and just the literal meaning. I think of it as more akin to the word “whimp” or “weakling.” It's not…cute to me? He doesn’t even use it for the MC later in the game as much. So, unless you're a lion beastman or fellow carnivore, I’d expect prey nicknames. Kitten, mouse, bird, bunny, etc. He even likens the MC to a “kitten” in a few voicelines. Just makes more sense to me, idk. Think of the silly nicknames he has for the canon cast. That or you know…he’d just use your name.

BRUTE BOYFRIEND

He's rude, sure. But no…Leona is NOT beating anyone up for looking/flirting with you. Would he be annoyed, maybe even secretly furious? Sure. But, he's not a “brute strength" kinda guy who uses his fists. (It’s almost like it's his main battle line!) If someone truly hurt you or did something off-color, he’d probably send someone else to do the dirty work to intimidate or deal with them.  In a real fight, OFC he'd defend you, but fighting cause some guy winked at you? NO. I don’t personally believe so. He’s a grown man with high intelligence, so I think high school like beef would be a bit beneath him?? At least he'd have one of his goons go do it.

ALOOF BOYFRIEND

I think where a lot of ppl lose me is the “aloof/stoic” bf thing.  No doubt he would keep his distance at the first instance of catching feelings because he doesn't wanna be hurt. At first, he’s only batting at you to gauge how you feel for him. But if he becomes seriously interested, and then you begin dating, I just don’t believe he would care what other people think. Or try to downplay your relationship. He’d wait for you to make the first real move, sure…but YOU’D KNOW. I just think about how he acted toward Sally in the last Halloween event and how he was almost “uncharacteristically” sweet to her. I think because Leona isn't super close to anyone in NRC—beyond a few of his frosh or respect-based relationships (like he has with Vil), we don’t see this side of him often, and so it comes as a shock.  Without spoiling anything, let’s just say…he was VERY unbothered at everyone's reaction to his soft side. He was focused on Sally and being nice to her. And if we apply this to “bf status Leona,” I think he’d be too focused on YOU to worry about what other ppl think of him. I’ve been preaching for years that this part of him always existed, and that now he just chooses who sees it. He saves his softness for very specific people he deems worthy of his time. Period. You’ll have to play a bit of a game to get on his good side, but like the motto of Savanaclaw: PERSISTENTLY proving to Leona that you care for him despite his flaws, he’ll come around. And when you're together, well- (I'll save that for the other ask) Especially if you are in an established relationship. He clearly thinks the world of you. He doesn’t have many close relationships, so you think he’s wasting his time with someone he wouldn’t even bother to be nice to??? Besides, Leona later in the main story becomes quite self-aware of his inability to reach out to others, despite craving affection desperately. He knows it's his blind spot, SO he's putting effort into being a good bf to you!

HE'S 20 (45)

To further my above point, I think people forget he is a few years older than even the other 3 years, and…was raised by an old man? I think when ppl write him with low emotional maturity...it loses me. I get it, he's a brat. And often he CHOOSES to act like a petulant prince when it suits him. But, I think deep down esp in more serious situations, we’ve seen that he's wise, calm, and level-headed. Just some nuance, please.

“USING YOU AS A PILLOW”

Napping/cuddling together is no doubt one of the nicest things you can do with a partner. And I’ve even implemented this kinda thing in my writing. HOWEVER, there is a certain flavor of this I dislike. Esp when it’s “forced” on the reader/OC. Sometimes I find this is ALL ppl write about him in those HC posts, esp ones that aren’t Leona focused. That or “Leona dragging you off to be his pillow.”  (A bit of my life is taken every time I read this sentence now…) I know there are new folks coming into the fandom who may repeat old tropes, and that's fine! But, I STILL see this from people who have been here for yearssssssss. It's just cliche to me. I do believe he's a cuddly guy, EXTREMELY SO. It's just that specific phrase that icks me. Maybe it’s the implication that he does it against your will and is aggressive about it?? Just, no thanks.

"I CAN FIX HIM”

Okay maybe now we’re getting into the more controversial ones?? I think the idea of “tru wuv” fixing someone’s flaws is just unappealing as a concept to me and completely against what I think love is about. The “dragging him to class”, “making him dress up more,” or “forcing him to get along with his family” is not something I think he’d put up with. He’s grown, he's extremely stubborn, he knows he’s failing school. He doesn't need another person to nag him! Ruggie already does that! Plus, family relations are complicated. Idk…if someone I started dating tried to get me to talk with a family member who I felt genuinely hurt/neglected me, I’d be annoyed af??   I think he would find it all patronizing coming from a romantic partner. It's one thing if he chooses to be better himself or for his mental health to improve gradually, but forcing things on him and “nagging�� him constantly about his behavior at school and at home is just what his family does so- He's flawed, VERY MUCH SO. But, I think when it comes to relationships…everyone has flaws they deal with easier in a partner than others. Like you can maybe deal better with someone being socially awkward, but can't stand your S/O having a messy room. Like if your “hard nos” are lazy people, your S/O dressing “sloppy,” or someone who can be petty and rude to others- Well, you get my point.  It's like....if you hate playing video games and wanna ship with Idia. My question is why?? I’m genuinely curious why you even like this character in the first place?? Hot take, (I guess) this is the reason I don't really ship LeoVil. It just rubs me the wrong way how it turns Leona into a “fix me” project thing. And not to mention how Vil talks to Leona canonically in a demeaning way. (I love you Vil, but you’re wrong.) Leona needs a kick in the ass for sure, all the twst boys do, but personally when a fic/ship leans too heavy on the dynamic of “I can fix/change him” it turns me off. As someone who's been in a long-term relationship… if your day-to-day lifestyles don’t align when living together…ya’ll are gonna be at each other's throats over the small stuff. That’s just how it works irl. And...I understand if everyone doesn't want to apply this logic to fictional ships.  I just personally am not fond of this dynamic. And with Leona being a beastman AND a POC, it often feels like a loaded trope to apply to him.

DISPOSABLE LION BOYFRIEND

Last one! (Maybe most controversial idk) I just think Leona is not good at being a romance rival, (assuming we're not talking about poly situation) despite him being competitive. While ofc I think it's possible for an MC or OC to have multiple crushes and things, I think Leona is someone who wouldn’t handle this well? Like, if Leona feels like he’s gotta compete for scraps of your attention, at a certain point...I'd think he’d just give up, or at least give you your space to come to him. He’s had to compete for attention his whole life, and I feel like he's too emotionally mature and ego-driven to put up with these kinds of games for too long? I DO think it's interesting to explore the dynamic of having multiple love interests!! I even do it for a lil drama! But…in gen I don’t prefer when it feels like Leona is just there to be the "the disposable love interest" considering all of his insecurities of being second. Honestly, in that case, I can see him giving an ultimatum? He's a grown man among...mostly teens, I PERSONALLY just can't see him being a love rival with a child. FGHJK

Anyways, I could go one. that's all I can think of for now!

AGAIN I WANNA STRESS THAT THESE ARE MY ICKS. And if you don’t agree or do any of these, that's okay! Everyone can play dolls how they choose, I’m not the HC or character police. ✌️✌️✌️

[voie-lacte3]

— the one where your blow job, bites back

| MENTIONS OF A HJ AND BJ!! this was honestly inspired by a similar situation 😭 i apologize because this isnt what i usually write, but i hope you enjoy regardless.

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| the rest of his masterlist!

“mmph—f-fuck,” mason whines, voice wrecked and breathless, his clammy hands twisting in the sheets, knuckles already pale.

his thighs twitch when your fingers ghost over his tip again, barely grazing it, teasing him just enough to make his hips jerk.

his head falls back, curls messy against the pillows, a broken moan slipping past his lips as he tries to catch his breath.

you lean in to press a kiss to his lips, slow and warm, hand wrapping around him tighter, working him in deliberate strokes. you pull back just enough to smirk.

“baby,” he gasps, voice cracking. “please—please, i—”

his hand finds the back of your head, gentle but needy, urging you closer.

you giggle, brushing your lips over the head of his cock. his breath catches, thighs tensing again.

“stop,” he whines. “stop teasing.”

you glance up at him through your lashes, biting your lip. “feisty baby,” you coo. “so polite when you’re desperate.”

he chokes on a moan as you finally wrap your lips around him, your mouth hot and wet and perfect as you start to take him in. his fingers grip your hair, not pushing, just holding—like he needs to anchor himself to something.

“oh— fuck,” he pants, chest rising fast, head tipped back, eyelids fluttering. “just like that, shit”

you start bobbing your head, slowly at first, hollowing your cheeks every time you pull back. the tension in his stomach builds with every pass of your tongue, every squeeze of your fingers at the base.

7 minutes later, his moans are getting higher, messier, his thighs twitching beneath you. “i’m close,” he warns, voice shaking, a familiar coil in his stomach forming, “baby— oh my god—'m gonna—fuck—”

his whole body arches off the bed with a cracked whimper.

then he yanks you off.

you blink, confused for half a second, before warm, sticky spurts of cum hit your cheeks, chin, and, unfortunately, your eyes.

you gasp, blinking rapidly.

mason is still catching his breath, eyes blown out, lips parted. he glances down at the mess, then freezes.

his cheeks go bright red. “you look so fucking hot,” he whispers, still dazed.

but you’re not hearing a word.

you’re blinking rapidly. squinting.

“hey, are you okay? was that too mu—”

“OH SHIT—”

you practically leap off the bed, bolting to the bathroom.

“wait—baby?!” mason calls after you, scrambling to pull his sweats back up and stumbling after you.

he finds you hunched over the sink, aggressively splashing cold water into your eye, muttering “ow-ow-ow-ow-OW” under your breath.

he rushes in, eyes wide. “what happened?! are you okay?!”

you glare at him through barely opened eyes, still clutching the faucet like your life depends on it. “mason! holy fuck—IT BURNS.”

he winces, instantly guilty. “oh my god! your eyes, did it actually—shit, i'm so sorry—”

he stares as you turn the faucet off, reaching blindly for a towel and dabbing your eyes, a whine of discomfort escaping you. “c’mere.”

you squint up at him, eye red, mascara smudged, lips pouty. “i think i’m blind. i think you actually blinded me.” “i didn’t mean to! you were the one who— i didnt think you had your eyes open!”

he says in disbelief, opening his arms.

you trot towards the boy, your face still half-covered, whining dramatically as he hugs you tight and kisses the top of your head. “i’m sorry, baby,” he says, half-laughing, half-mortified. “i didn’t think about the… trajectory.”

“you need to aim better!” you sniff, pulling back to glance in the mirror.

and then you gasp.

“HOLY FUCK—MASON!!! IT LOOKS LIKE I HAVE PINK EYE?!?”

mason snorts.

then fully loses it.

he leans against the counter, wheezing into his elbow as you swat at him with the towel.

“this is not funny,” you scowl, red eyes looking up at it. “it’s kinda funny,” he grins.

you glare again. he lifts both hands, all innocent. “okay okay—next time i’ll warn you.” “you’re not getting a next time if i lose my vision.”

he walks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, and presses a kiss behind your ear.

“i’ll take care of you even if you go blind,” he whispers sweetly.

you groan, half in pain, half in love, slightly regretting your previous actions.

a/n: yeah idek guys

tags: @bluebvrriee @v4mpire-bit3s @neroloops @m-e-m06 @icollectrubberduckies @tuttifrutt1 @unsaidjaelinrose @sorry-for-party-rocking-rah @courta13 @thegr8estpuff @90zl1ps @user168537 @katie-the-bookworm @cecedelove @ktaerssoi @celestiiql @hyukabean @slutforchrissturniolo2 @greekgirldream @superlegend216 @charleymaymay @daphyyyy8888 @care-eliza

[thetrasha]

Hi Tasha! How are you? It's my first time requesting something im nervous husahauhsuahau

I'm here to ask for a request with the boys from One Piece (it can be whoever you want :) ) with an autistic reader. A slice of life fluff (?)?)?) well they're pirates, their life is quite chaotic), little moments where they deal with the struggles the reader has and overcome it in their own way (together). It can be just headcanons too, I don't mind! I'll appreciate anything you can offer, I really like your writing

Also I'm sorry about my english, I tried my best to be clear!

Hello anon ╰(*°▽°*)╯I'm fine... even if I'm being boiled alive in this wretched heat :((

Thank you so much for this request, it’s an honour to fulfil this one for you. Usually, I wouldn’t accept asks like that because I want everybody to feel like they can project themselves onto my works, but this is a bit of a self-indulgent passion project if you will. I saw this and knew I had to write it – I can relate because… guess what 🤡 Yeah…

So I’m sorry if my lived experiences don’t align with yours or anybody reading this.

Everybody’s burdens and strengths manifest in different ways… to make up for the fact that I cannot represent everybody since I’ve been shaped by my own impressions and biases, I’ve chosen a variety of symptoms and comorbidities to make up for that. And btw thanks for letting me choose the characters!!

I really hope you like this one. And your English is great, don’t worry 🫂(●'◡'●)

PS. This will be the only request of its kind I will accept. Thanks for reading! But we’re back to business as usual after this :D

PPS. This also won't be featured in my masterlist to discourage requests that resemble it.

One Piece with an Autistic Reader

feat. LUFFY, ZORO, SANJI, FRANKY, MIHAWK

LUFFY

You struggle with… extreme trust issues.

Interpersonal relationships meant something to you. You wanted and needed friends who would understand you wordlessly, who would be there when you needed them the most – people who genuinely cared. You wanted to truly bond. That depth of care isn’t easily found within the general population. Modern life most often happens in the fast lane… where relationships are disposable and the next experience is just waiting for you. You cannot relate to that side of life at all.

You feel… alone in the middle of a crowd, unseen and forgotten. You watch other people’s friend groups with envy and bitterness, wishing such a thing for yourself. You don’t chase experiences, you just want someone who wouldn’t abandon you.

Maybe that’s why you couldn’t believe Luffy when he wanted to recruit you. You couldn’t see your own shine and you thought he was just messing with you… promising the world before he’d grow aware of your strangeness and get rid of you, like all the others before him. When his crewmates talked about their life experience and how little they trusted Luffy in the beginning, you started getting… antsy. Restless. You began overthinking this thing.

So many people cannot be in on the same lie, can they? Someone would eventually cave and confess – until they didn’t. It just… it doesn’t make sense.

You try to push Luffy away from you, but he clings even closer. He actively tries to tear down your walls, even if they’re reinforced with years and years of struggle. Being with him… it’s actually pretty fun. He doesn’t listen much – only to the most important bits… but he’s there. Always. Always! So far, he’s trying so much harder than anybody else before him. He’s there at every waking moment, wanting to help you out and get you to agree to join his group of adventurers.

You don’t have to pretend you’re someone else when he’s near. He accepts you just as you are. It doesn’t matter to him.

It’s the first time you weren’t the one putting in actual effort into a relationship… Luffy was doing all the heavy lifting. He showed up, followed you even when you ignored him – what a useless protective mechanism – and talked to you as if you’d been friends for years already. You didn’t have to earn his trust, it was just there for the taking.

Just before you’re ready to take the plunge and go along with his antics, he’d formally introduce you to his crew… as one of their own.

He’s always viewed you as one of them, you’d suddenly realise.

It... makes you want to cry.

ZORO

You struggle with… feeling like you didn’t accomplish anything.

Zoro is hard to make sense of for you. He’s… kind, in his own ways, but since he doesn’t talk much, you struggle to read him. He’s also just… an intimidating guy – physically and spiritually. Strangers respect him because of his nature, even if he’s just… Zoro to you. You don’t think you need to be scared of him, but you have started walking around on eggshells when he’s nearby. He’s always napping somewhere when he’s not with you… and you don’t want him to perceive you when you try to master your own ambitions. Watching him makes you feel worse about yourself. Zoro is a successful man by any metric… he’s always had a natural talent for swordsmanship and refined it through hard work and steeling his mind, he’s so confident and always shoots for the stars, knowing that he’ll get there eventually. He doesn’t doubt himself, it’s in his instincts to be the best there is.

You cannot claim the same for yourself. You excel in certain niches, but you’re… not as crucial of a member as Zoro is. He’s kind of the backbone of this crew.

You feel small in comparison to him, insignificant even.

Of course he notices. It’s Zoro! He’s not as dense as he seems. He’s frighteningly perceptive and observes everyone silently.

So what does he do? Nothing at first.

He believes in your independence and knows you’re smarter than him, this is just some inexplicable poison corrupting your mind.

When you can’t free yourself from your own insecurity, he starts seeking you out, even if it makes you uncomfortable. Zoro cares about you – maybe more than you realise. He’s glad to have you on this crew, you accept him as he is and you have an unspoken 'friendship' blossoming between you two. Why he’s so affected by you being so distant – he doesn’t know, but he can guess pretty easily… So he started breaching your personal space. There he was, standing beside you once more, looking at you with his unreadable expressions… but then he speaks. Zoro started talking about… his feelings.

What has happened? “I wish we’d spend more time together… like we used to.”, he’d grumble with pink cheeks.

And you could just stand there in shock. Zoro… wanted, no, needed you around? He… liked spending time with you? You’d ask him whether you weren’t too weak for him, ready to feed your soul with more negativity.

Yet all he does is honestly tell you that he believes you’re meant for greatness, that he thinks you’re better than him – he’s always thought highly of you and acknowledged your skills. He’s always been watching you, so of course he’s able to recall moments when you had to save the day.

Zoro doesn’t think you’re less than at all, he reminds you that you’ve always gone above and beyond.

Society's conditioned you into feeling like a failure for not fitting into a mould like he does, but he has a different way of measuring success. You don't have to fulfil expectations, you just have to try your best and hold your head high while doing so.

He's proud of you - and he views you as his equal.

SANJI

You struggle with… being a picky eater.

Certain tastes and texture just make you resent the food you’re eating. It suddenly turns pleasure into anguish.

At the same time, you feel like you cannot reveal these things about you, because Sanji already uses the best ingredients for your meals, just to make sure it’s especially nutritious. And because he likes you the most, secretly.

You appreciate his thoughtful gestures every time, but the fact that certain foods touch each other on your plate makes you inexplicably mad. You try your hardest to hide it from him – Sanji knows what starvation is like, for God’s sake. You’re disrespecting him by being the way you are!

But he’s already picked up on your unusual habits; he subtly watches everyone when they eat and derives a lot of happiness from seeing their faces light up – it validates his pride in cooking – but your eyes are dull, almost pained sometimes. You… cannot enjoy anything.

Sanji also doesn’t want to embarrass you for your preferences, which is why he doesn’t initially ask you about it bluntly. He’s caught glimpses of the way you’ve been socialised and doesn’t want to reignite bad memories for you, so he… just tests different things to try and accommodate you.

And he starts applying these things to everyone just to make you feel included. He’d never single you out.

You seemed a lot happier a few days ago, when he started separating the veggies from the rice and handed everything out on different plates. Nobody even bat an eye at the new way of assorting his dishes, not even you. It makes your dearest chef smile. That’s how he slowly started probing for your likes and dislikes. You suddenly even felt way more comfortable expressing yourself. Maybe you hated bitter tastes, maybe you just really disliked sour foods, maybe you were sensitive to salt – he doesn’t know, but he subtly tries to figure you out by baking zesty, sour rhubarb into a sweet cake instead of a savoury meal… and he noticed that you liked it all of the sudden. You even smiled at him while you stuffed your cheeks.

Sanji absolutely had to pause to deal with his oncoming cardiac arrest. He’s never felt pride like this… people usually liked his cooking, but knowing that someone who’s probably never got to enjoy certain foods love his meals just hit different. It squeezed his heart painfully tight.

You’d never have to feel bad about yourself around him. He would try to make things right either way, but soon you’d gain the courage to tell him about your habits yourself, making him melt on the spot.

He’s the first person who took your strange tastes seriously.

FRANKY

You struggle with… noises.

It would sound crazy if you asked Franky whether he could hear the out-of-sync gears turning within him, you thought quietly. You could even hear fluorescent light because its crackles and sharp hisses annoyed you – so every time you heard a minor squeak coming from inside his chest, you cringed at your rudeness.

You liked Franky, he was an amazing guy, funny without even trying, charismatic, empathetic and he always offered words of encouragement. You actually thought you clicked best with Franky. He was… unconventional like you and made sure you knew that you were fine just the way you were. You were pretty much inseparable. He made you feel confident since he didn’t care about social rules despite very much understanding them and made you feel secure in expressing yourself however you liked. Franky always hyped you up from the sidelines and, if the mood allowed it, provided the intellectually challenging conversations you needed to thrive.

He was naturally complex like that – you adored him.

It’s just that every time he’d invite you to sit by his tinkering station, you were leaving with a massive headache. You felt burnt out just listening to his metal spinal plates scratch against one another… there were so many sounds getting processed in your brain that you had a hard time following the conversation. You often had to ask him to repeat himself, which he always did with a laugh and a cheeky remark.

But after a while, he notices a pattern. He doesn’t know what’s been causing you discomfort, but Franky’s an inventor. Of course he would try to make you something that would help you. At first, he believed that you had trouble with background noise and just had an insane auditory processing ability, which is why he installed panelling inside the walls of the common rooms to block sound waves echoing throughout the ship – and while it helped, you still showed some signs that you weren’t doing well around him.

Naturally, Franky would search for a different solution. Whether it’s as easy as handing you headphones or as difficult as restructuring the springs that replaced his joints, he’s trying it all.

And one day, you sit next to him, watching him put screws into one of his newest projects completely unrelated to you and you commented with wide eyes,

“You’re… silent. It’s quiet. Are you feeling okay?”

All he could do is laugh with pride, his chest pushed out before he struck his signature pose.

Truth be told, all he did was oil the old pistons that pumped cola and oil through his engineered heart – he started getting a clue after you once confessed in passing that you’d suspected a leak near the keel of the ship… and Franky notices these little things and puts them together all by himself.

You could hear everything – all the time.

Even a rhythmic stream of water passing through a crack in a plank at the bottom of the Sunny –

–and that’s when he realised that you could hear when something was awry with him, that it made you anxious. Well, you will never have to worry about that again! But… he’s grateful… so grateful for your care. Franky couldn’t ever go to Chopper for help because the doctor wasn’t equipped to deal with a pile of junk, but… you were, clearly.

MIHAWK

You struggle with… having nobody to talk to.

It was silly, really, to go to your greatest rival for small talk, especially when he was such a lone wolf who desired to be left alone, but despite your own drive towards independence, you wanted someone who would be willing to listen to you.

You’ve never been taken seriously – many people deem your ramblings childish, uninteresting or inappropriate, but Mihawk was a thoroughly serious man whose entire purpose was dipped in devotion. And he knew your worth as a fighter. You’d mastered your rapier, even if you would never be as good as he was. That’s how you met, but you’d never try to actually take his title by aspiring to get even better at it. It wasn’t… something you were interested in; this was just a means to an end, you fought to survive as a fellow pirate. Nothing more, nothing less.

You overperformed in your own interests, so much so that people who were casually interested would leave a conversation with you within minutes. Nobody in the world could relate. Not even Mihawk, you guessed bitterly, but you… trusted him – to listen and, most importantly, to stay.

He was just as much of an autodidact as you were, even if he chose to study the blade and you chose to acquire knowledge about something that truly fulfilled you.

So you wander the halls of his sparsely furnished castle in hopes of finding him.

And find him you did. He was just nonchalantly having dinner all by himself at his desk… it’s truly bizarre that this was one of his most normal moments.

You invited yourself in with a smile, hearing the pleasant ring of his quiet hum upon noticing your presence.

And then you started talking if not info-dumping on Lord Dracule Mihawk. And he just sat there, taking it all in while eating a plate of unseasoned plain pasta…

“So… then me more about this intriguing ‘comic’…”, he murmured, taking a relaxed sip of wine.

He noticed that your eyes shone and that you seemed confused for just a moment before blabbing on with visible excitement, talking a lot faster.

Even though he had trouble following, he sat forward, elbows firmly placed on his spread knees and hands on his chin as if in deep, profound thought all the while nodding at all those random trivia facts you shared about your passion.

At the same time, he shared some random side facts on ranked blades he’s picked up over the years and even let you touch Yoru, explaining in great detail how important the cut of the blade truly was and how maintaining it is his secret to slicing through ships with his brute strength and Haki.

And that’s when you noticed – Mihawk had nobody to talk to about “these things” either. Or maybe he had nobody to talk to in general. Who knows?

But you did have each other.

[harkness-girl]

Hi, I was the anon that requested the AgathaxReader exes fic. I just read it thank you so much it was so good!

I don't mean to sound greedy 😭 but you did leave it sort of open ended, would you consider continuing it? I would personally love to read more of this if you are willing.

Maybe they keep having casual sex and are hiding it from the group and Reader keeps saying it's a mistake it doesn't mean anything, but Agatha wants them to try again and tries to convince Reader to give it a shot (some angst and jealousy could still be involved).

Totally understand if you don't want to write anymore, I just really enjoyed it and was curious to see where this story could go. Thank you again for your lovely work 🙏

I'm glad you liked it! Here is part two :) And sorry, I know you wanted more angst, but I am obviously incapable of writing that. 🌞

Pairing: Agatha x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, possessiveness, dirty talk

Tip me 💰if you like my work and want to support me :)

You and Agatha don't really establish rules, but the one thing you agree on is that it's just sex, even though you see the ways her eyes linger on you a little too long before she leaves the apartment or how your heart does somersaults every time you get a message from her.

But officially, it's just casual sex. That's what you agreed on when she finally left your apartment the morning after the club. That’s what you said to yourself when your friends messaged you in the group chat asking you where you disappeared and you answered that you were not feeling well. Because why tell them the truth when the truth is such a simple thing as a casual sex with your ex wife?

The first time Agatha shows up after the crazy morning in the shower, a lazy smirk is playing on her mouth. You barely open the door and she's already kissing you, already walking you backward until your back hits the wall.

Your hands are in her hair and her thigh slides between yours like she never left.

"Missed me?” she murmurs against your neck, biting down just hard enough to leave a mark.

You grip her tighter. "Shut up."

And then her hand is under your shirt, fingers curling around your breast, thumb swiping over your nipple. Your knees wobble.

"Say you’re mine," she breathes, licking the shell of your ear.

But you won't. You won't give her that. Not when she agreed that this would be casual, not when your heart is still fixing itself up after she broke it.

Instead you drag her dress over her head and drop to your knees, you press open-mouthed kisses up her inner thigh, slow, until your mouth finally finds her and she curses under her breath and her hand tangles in your hair.

She's warm and wet and delicious and you know exactly what rhythm makes her say your name. You suck her clit until her legs tremble and she has to grip the wall to stay standing.

When she comes, she pulls your hair just a little too tight and you love it.

But after, when you both sit on your kitchen floor half-naked and panting, she asks: "this still doesn't mean anything, right?"

You nod and don't look at her face as she mumbles "whatever you say".

~~~

You fall into a rhythm.

Sometimes, it's fast - rough kisses in the kitchen, your thighs hitting the cold surface of the counter, her hand already between your legs before you have even said hello.

Other times it's slower, like when she shows up drunk and quiet, saying nothing until you've pulled her into bed.

It is all casual, but it happens way too often and you have to tell to Olivia that you're busy because between work and Agatha you don't really have time or energy for anyone else.

There is no softness when Agatha shows up at your place or when you come to hers. It's always rough and passionate and needy.

When you knock on her door unexpectedly one time, you feel breathless from the way her eyes twinkle as if she was happy to see you. The door barely clicks shut before she has you pinned against it.

Her hands find your hair and yank your head back just enough to bare your throat. Her mouth is hot and insistent, biting, sucking, like she wants to mark every inch of skin she can reach.

"Do you let her put her hands on you?" Agatha growls suddenly, her voice low and dark, right against your ear. Her thigh presses between yours so hard it almost hurts.

You swallow audibly. "No, I haven't seen her in almost two weeks."

Her hand fists in your shirt, tugging it up, rough. "Good. Because you're mine. Say it."

You don't. Not yet. But it burns in your throat like a hot coal, desperate to get out. To distract yourself you grip her hips, pull her in harder and start grinding on her thigh more desperately.

When she drags you to her bedroom, she pushes you down onto the bed with both hands on your shoulders. There's no asking. There is not checking. She knows what you want and what you need.

You arch up to meet her, gasping as her hands slide down your sides, possessive. She pulls your hands above your head, pinning your wrists with one hand while the other runs down your stomach and slips below the waistband of your panties and between your legs and you moan so loudly it's embarrassing.

"You like this, don't you? Being handled like this."

And god, you do.

Her fingers find a toe-curling rhythm and you become a panting mess.

"Look at you," she whispers against your neck. "Falling apart so deliciously."

She has the power to ruin you again. And you would let her.

You will let her.

~~~

Another time you come it's well past midnight and she opens the door to you leaning against the frame, hair messy from the wind, shirt half buttoned.

She doesn't say anything and just steps aside to let you in.

Once the door is closed you are already undoing the rest of your buttons, moving toward her like it's inevitable.

"Couldn't sleep," you say, voice quiet, but there's a rasp to it that always gives you away, the desperation you try to hide.

"Bullshit," she mutters, already grabbing you by your hips, walking you backward toward the couch. "You just needed this."

You smirk a little bit. "Maybe I did."

The back of your knees hit the couch and you sit, legs spreading automatically, eyes dragging down her body like you own her. Like this isn't casual. Like it never was.

She steps between your thighs and grabs your chin, tilting your head up to look at her. Her hands are warm, her eyes reveal emotions you don't want to admit and the way she's looking down at you like you're her world makes you want to break your own rules. Same goes for her apparently because the next thing you know, she's whispering "say it. Say you missed me."

You hold her gaze, defiant at first. But she drags her thumb across your lower lip, pressing until you part it slightly and your breath hitches. But still, you shake your head.

She pushes you down flat against the couch and turns around to go to the bedroom. At first you lay there, confused, but then she shows up, wearing the strap on. The same fucking strap you used to use together.

You groan at the sight of her. Her hands are rough on your thighs, dragging them open wider as she settles between them, grinding down slowly, letting the tip of the fake cock tease you.

You let your head fall back against the cushion, your nails digging into her waist through her shirt.

She grabs the strap on and pushes it slowly into you and enjoys the way your whole body shudders from the sensation.

"You think about me when you're alone?" she asks, rolling her hips against yours.

Your laugh is breathless. "Don't flatter yourself."

She slides her hand up your chest, under your open shirt, palm flat against your skin until she finds your breast, cupping it roughly. Her thumb brushes over your nipple and when she softly pinches it, you arch up into her hand immediately.

"Liar, you came dripping," she whispers.

She leans down to suck the nipple into her mouth and you gasp.

"Say it," she whispers again. "You missed me."

Your grip tightens on her waist. You shift under her to grant her more access, to make her speed up her movements.

"Say it, Y/N."

"I missed you," you admit finally, voice breaking a little bit.

And that does it.

She picks up a quicker pace and starts fucking you like she wants to make sure you will not be able to walk the next day.

When it's over, you pull her down into you and kiss her. Not soft. Not sweet. But definitely desperate.

~~~ One late afternoon, your office is quiet, people are already slipping out early for the weekend, you're half-asleep at your desk going through emails when a knock comes at your door.

You glance up and Agatha lets herself in before you can say "come in".

She's wearing short dress that expose her creamy thighs and you catch yourself staring.

"I'm working," you say flatly, but your pulse skips when you see the hunger in her eyes.

"Don't care." She shuts the door behind her with a soft click and locks it.

"Agatha-"

But she's already crossing the room, hands grabbing your collar, dragging you up from your chair. Her mouth finds yours and boy, you don't know how you went months without her mouth. It seems almost like a blasphemy.

You stumble back, hands gripping the edge of your desk.

"God, you're impossible," you mutter against her mouth, but don't push her away.

She laughs shortly. "You're the one with your legs already shaking."

She's not wrong.

"Five minutes," she says, already turning you around, pressing you forward until your hips hit the desk edge. Her hands are under your skirt before you can argue, sliding your underwear down with maddening slowness.

"Agatha-"

Then there's another knock and you freeze. Agatha freezes too, hands still on your thighs.

"Hey?" It's Jen's voice. "You in there?"

Agatha grins against your shoulder.

"Once second!" you call out, voice a little too high.

Agatha steps back, only just, but instead of pulling away completely, she slides down to her knees.

"Don't you dare," you hiss under your breath while her hands grip your thighs and her mouth presses right against you.

You slap a hand over your own mouth.

"Seriously, I just need to grab the reports," Jen says through the door.

"Yeah, okay, hold on!" you manage, scrambling to pull yourself together while Agatha is still there, on her knees, dragging her tongue through your folds maddeningly slowly.

You take a deep breath and finally push her away, not without noticing her mischievous wink as she hides under the desk.

When you unlock the door, Jen pokes her head in.

"Sorry, I know it's late, but... are you okay? You look kind of... flushed."

"I'm fine," you lie through your teeth. "Just a long day."

Jen raises an eyebrow at you, but doesn't question it.

She moves into the room, flipping through the files on your desk while Agatha is still under there, silent, uncharacteristically patient. You sit down again, hoping to hide her in case Jen comes around the table. You feel Agatha's breath against your inner thigh. She nudges you with her nose.

You bite your tongue so hard you taste blood.

Jen grabs what she needs and heads back toward the door, pausing just before she leaves.

"Nice lipstick, by the way," she adds casually. "Is that new?"

You can't answer so you just shrug and finally breath out loud when she leaves and the door clicks shut behind her.

"You're insane," you say toward your desk.

Agatha's laugh comes low from beneath it. "You love it."

And then her hands grip your knees, pushing them apart wider, and her mouth is back on you.

When she finally pulls you over the edge, you have to bite your own hand to keep quiet.

Your entire body is trembling while she stands up, looking completely composed.

She grabs your chin and places a kiss on your lips, smirking.

"See you Sunday brunch," she murmurs against your mouth and then she leaves you there, undone, half-dressed, heart racing.

~~~

This is your first Sunday brunch since you started sleeping with Agatha. You had to cancel the last one because the damn woman kept you up until 5AM and you were too worried it would look suspicious if you both showed up sleep deprived.

Agatha sits across from you in white linen dress, hair done up with loose strands framing her face. She looks so good that you almost kissed her when you arrived. Instead you busied yourself with asking Alice about her new project and getting excited by Billy's latest fling.

You're mid-sip of coffee when you feel it. A barely there nudge, the tip of a foot against your ankle.

You glance up at her and she's leaning back in her chair, arm draped lazily over the back of Alice's seat, not looking at you.

You clear your throat and shift your leg away.

Another nudge, this time stronger, her foot sliding up your calf slowly.

You glare at her and she finally glances your way. She has the audacity to look amused.

You press your knees together under the table, trying to focus on your toast, but Agatha's toe brushes higher, over your skin, right up to the inside of your knee now.

You grip your fork harder and then her foot settles against the inside of your thigh, heel digging in just enough to make you ache.

You feel a wave of warmth wash over you and you pull away your shirt from your neck to get some air.

"Okay, seriously," Alice gestures to your neck. "That is definitely a hickey."

You freeze for a split second too long and it takes a tremendous amount of willpower not to glare at Agatha immediately. She sucks and bites on your skin all the time that you can't even keep up with the marks and how visible they are. You honestly haven't even noticed that one.

You pull your shirt back up. "Oh yeah." You feel heat spreading over your cheeks, panicking too much to be able to explain.

"Olivia's possessive," Jen smirks into her mimosa.

"Yeah, she is," you say. And you know it's a mistake the second the words leave your mouth.

Agatha's knuckles go wide from how hard she's gripping her coffee mug and there's another nudge at your thighs. Now more of a kick.

Alice laughs. "Guess she has to mark her territory."

Agatha stands suddenly, not dramatically, but quickly enough to draw the attention to herself.

"Bathroom," she says simply.

You should stay where you are. You really should.

But a minute later, you're excusing yourself too. You push the door open quietly and Agatha's there, arms crossed, leaning against the sink.

"You let them think it's her? That's what we're doing now?"

You shut the door behind you. "Don't start."

"No?" she snaps. "I hate it. You should have said it wasn't her."

Your hands curl into fists. "What do you want from me? We decided it would be casual, I don't want them to-"

"You!" she growls and pushes at you until your back is slammed against the door. "You decided that it would be casual."

This should be a breaking point, a moment where you finally stop this game and part ways, but she's so close and looking at you with the quiet desperation and want that you find yourself dragging her closer and kissing her.

"You're mine, I don't care what you say. You've always been mine," she growls into your mouth. "Tell me she makes you feel like this."

Her fingers find the hem of your skirt and your soaked panties too quickly and she slides inside.

You bite back a moan. "Agatha, please..."

You literally haven't seen Olivia in two weeks, you've been having almost daily sex with Agatha who makes you... fuck.

"Please," Agatha whispers and you look at her surprised. Agatha doesn't beg. But now she's begging, her eyes a little bit watery and you can't do this with her pressed so close and looking so beautiful and she smells like home and- "Tell me you will end it."

You nod because who are you kidding. "I will."

~~~

You break up with Olivia the next day.

You don't say why and she doesn't look surprised. She just looks at you and says "it’s always been her, hasn’t it?"

You don't deny it.

~~~

You don't text Agatha, you simply go to her apartment and when she opens the door and looks at you expectantly, you nod and your mouth spreads into a soft smile.

Agatha's eyes flicker, her face softening and she pulls you inside. Her hand cups your cheek and her thumb brushes just under your eye, as if checking that you're really here.

She kisses you.

Nothing like before - no rush, no desperation. It's slow and warm and her mouth moves against yours like she's savoring it.

"I don't want this to be casual," she whispers afterwards.

You look into her eyes and pull her closer by her waist. "Me neither.” You press your forehead against hers. “But you have to try. No more workaholic stuff.”

She laughs mirthlessly. “I promise.”

And as you’re standing there, foreheads pressed, arms circled around each other, you wonder if in another universe, you don’t get back together. What a fucked up universe that must be…

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hey lovely! it's @nevereclipse (on anon cause side blog). I'm absolutely obsessed with your like father, like rookie series (anything you write with Tim is just chefs kiss). would you mind writing a story where Tim's rookie is really stressed about their six months exam? like perfectionism, either superrr stressed before hand or not happy with their mark afterwards, and Tim helps them/comforts them? love your work sm!

What You Don’t See Yet.

Tim Bradford x Rookie!reader [PLATONIC] — Ongoing series: Like Father, Like Rookie.

POV: Overwhelmed by the pressure to be perfect for your six-month evaluation, Tim Bradford sees through the cracks—and he won’t let you spiral. Through quiet guidance, firm words, and on-the-job moments, he helps you realize you’re more ready than you think.

A/N: Always a pleasure to hear from you, Eclipse! Thank you for the sweet message and request, this is adorable and I definitely enjoyed writing it! 💕

You hadn’t stopped moving since the start of shift. Not really.

Your nerves were like a second heartbeat—fast, insistent, relentless. Hands fidgeting with your vest straps. Pacing while waiting on call sheets. Tapping your pen against the desk during report writing until Tim’s eyes cut over with a sharp look that made your hand freeze mid-air.

But now, seated in the passenger seat of the shop, you couldn’t fake stillness anymore. Your knee bounced, leg jittering with a mind of its own like you were wired straight into a live socket.

Tim noticed. Of course he noticed.

“You gonna shake the whole damn shop apart, or what?” he asked, his voice even, calm—eyes still on the road.

You startled like you’d been caught stealing. “Sorry,” you muttered, forcing your leg to still. “Just… tired.”

Liar.

You could feel the word in his silence before he even said it.

“Bull.”

Your eyes flicked to him. “What?”

“I said bull,” he repeated, tone clipped. “You’ve been on edge all day. Don’t tell me it’s nothing.”

You tried to swallow the lump crawling up your throat. Looked out the window like the lights passing by might drown out your thoughts.

“It’s—it’s the six-month eval,” you finally said. Quiet.

Tim didn’t respond right away. Just flicked the turn signal, calm and composed, merging into a slower lane like he was waiting for you to keep going.

“And?”

You shifted in your seat, feeling every buckle and seam in your vest. “And, I need to crush it.”

He finally glanced at you—one of those looks. The kind that felt like floodlights cracking you open. Like he wasn’t just hearing you—he was reading between every damn word.

“Crush it,” he echoed, tone unreadable. “Why?”

You picked at a loose thread on your sleeve. “Because if I don’t, it proves everyone right. That I’m too young. That I’m not ready. That I don’t belong out here.”

Tim didn’t say anything.

Instead, he turned on his blinker and pulled the shop smoothly into a parking lot—quiet, mostly empty, lit by a flickering overhead light and the orange glow bleeding from a liquor store window.

The shop rolled to a stop. He put it in park. Killed the engine.

Silence.

You sat there, hands twisted in your lap.

Then Tim turned toward you fully, the weight of his posture shifting—shoulders squared, arms crossing in that solid, grounded way of his.

“You listen to me, and you listen good,” he said, tone hard but not harsh. “This job doesn’t give a damn how old you are. What it cares about is how you show up. And you? You show up. Every single day.”

You parted your lips, some excuse or protest waiting on your tongue, but he cut you off with a look.

“Do you make mistakes? Sure. So does everybody else. You think your eval needs to be perfect? It won’t be. Because you’re not perfect. And you don’t need to be.”

His words echoed in your chest like they were being carved into bone.

“Easy for you to say,” you muttered. “You’ve already proven yourself.”

Tim’s eyes narrowed slightly. His voice dropped an octave—deeper, more pointed.

“You think I didn’t bomb parts of my eval? You think I haven’t sat where you are, thinking if I messed it up, I’d never get taken seriously?”

You didn’t answer.

“You’re not here to be flawless,” he continued. “You’re here to learn. To grow. To take hits and keep moving. That’s what makes a good cop. That’s what makes you worth the badge.”

Your fingers curled around the hem of your shirt. They were trembling. Just a little. But enough.

Tim saw it.

He sighed, quieter this time. “You’re good, kid. Better than you think. And yeah, I’m hard on you. You know why?”

You nodded, voice small. “Because you want me to be ready?”

“No,” he said firmly. “Because you are ready. You just don’t see it yet.”

The words landed with a thud—solid and final. Like the earth settling beneath your feet.

You blinked, jaw clenched against the sudden sting behind your eyes.

Tim didn’t soften. Not visibly. But his hand reached over and patted your shoulder—firm, grounding, real. It wasn’t tender. It was steady.

“Now take a breath. Straighten up. We’re not done with shift, and I need you clearheaded.”

You nodded once. Shaky. Then again, stronger. “Yes, sir.”

His voice was gentler then, but just as sure. “Good. Let’s go.”

He started the engine again, shifting it into gear without fanfare. Just Bradford, making damn sure you knew your worth—even if he had to drill it into your head himself.

And the world kept turning—but slower now. Calmer.

You weren’t okay yet. Not fully.

But you believed him.

And that was enough to keep going.

Post-exam, though? Hit you like a brick with malicious intent.

The fluorescent lights of the precinct buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow across the bullpen. It was late—too late for how long you’d been sitting in front of your locker, still in uniform, still frozen.

You stared at the evaluation sheet in your hands. It had crumpled slightly from your grip, edges damp where your fingers had trembled. You read the feedback for what had to be the tenth time, the words blurring around the edges. Your chest was tight. Too tight.

“Satisfactory in judgment. Needs improvement under pressure.”

That line echoed over and over in your head, louder than the rustling papers, louder than the clacking keyboard a few desks away. It was all you could hear.

You blinked hard, throat aching. The scent of old coffee grounds lingered in the air. Someone had microwaved leftover pasta—again—but it didn’t even register.

You should’ve done better. You needed to do better.

Footsteps approached from behind—heavy, measured, and familiar. You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

“Kid,” Tim’s voice was gruff, cutting through the spiral. “You planning on camping out here, or…?”

You didn’t answer.

Tim sighed, and the bench beside you creaked under his weight as he sat down. You kept your eyes on the paper, willing it to disappear, or change, or both.

“Talk to me,” he said.

Your throat closed up.

“I messed it up,” you murmured. “I should’ve scored higher. I knew the scenarios. I just—” You broke off, shaking your head. “Didn’t respond fast enough. Froze when it mattered.”

The paper in your hand felt heavier than it should’ve. The words were smudged a little near the corner from how tightly you’d been holding it—creased, sweat-softened, like it had been through war and back. You couldn’t bring yourself to look up just yet.

Tim’s gaze remained unreadable but steady. You felt it on you, the way you always did. Sharp. Grounding. Impossible to shake.

He glanced at the paper, then back at your face.

“You passed,” he said, voice calm, slow and deliberate—like it needed to be heard through the static in your head.

You scoffed before you could stop yourself. “I barely passed,” you bit out. “That’s not good enough. Not for this job.”

The words came fast, bitter, too familiar. You’d been saying them in your head all day. This was just the first time they slipped out loud.

A pause stretched between you. Not long. Just long enough to feel like the air had thickened.

Then Tim’s voice came, low but sharp—like the snap of a taut rope.

“Good enough for who?” he asked. “For Grey? For me?”

He remained sat next to you, his stance firm but not aggressive. “Because neither of us put barely on your report. You did that.”

Your mouth opened, then closed again. No words came. Just that lump in your throat—the same one that had been there since you got your results. It burned behind your ribs, a quiet kind of shame you couldn’t shake.

You looked down. Couldn’t meet his eyes.

He shifted slightly, not backing down.

“You want to be perfect. I get it. But that’s not the job. The job is making the call, learning from it, and staying alive to make the next one.”

The words scraped against the wall you’d built up all day. Slowly, brick by brick, they chipped it.

Your fingers clenched the paper again, crumpling it tighter in your grip.

“I just…” You swallowed hard. “I don’t want to mess up out there. I don’t want to get someone hurt. Or get you hurt.”

The admission cracked something open—soft, exposed. You hadn’t even realized it until it came out. But it was the truth.

The room went quiet. Not the awkward kind. The kind that settled around you like a pause before impact.

Tim didn’t move for a long second. Then his expression shifted—subtle, but real. The edge in his eyes softened. His voice lowered, not losing strength, but gaining something steadier. Warmer.

“You’re not going to,” he said. “Because you don’t quit. And because I’ve got your back.”

The words hit hard. Not loud. Not dramatic. Just… honest.

And that made them worse.

You blinked fast, vision blurring slightly.

A memory flashed—uninvited but vivid. Your first week on the job. Nervous energy riding high. You trailing too close behind him on a call, trying to prove you were sharp, fast, useful. And Tim yanking you back by your vest a second before a suspect swung wide with a pipe.

No shouting. No panic. Just that laser-focused look he’d fixed on you as you stood there stunned.

“You’re here to survive. Do that first.”

Back in the present, your breath hitched. The locker room blurred again at the edges.

Tim hadn’t looked away. He never did, not when it counted.

“Take the win, kid,” he said, voice a little softer now. “You passed. Not because you got lucky, but because you’re learning. Every damn day.”

You gave a slow nod, jaw tight, voice caught somewhere in your chest. You couldn’t speak—not yet. You weren’t sure if it’d come out steady if you tried.

Tim didn’t push. Just gave you a moment, then added, businesslike but not cold:

“I want you rested for tomorrow.”

You looked up, confused for a beat.

“Because I’m putting you behind the wheel for most of the shift,” he continued. “And I expect you to call the shots when it’s your turn.”

That made you blink. “Wait. Me? All day? You never let me drive—”

He gave a short nod, like the decision had already been made and he didn’t see the point in debating it.

“Best way to prove to yourself what I already know.” He got up, already facing toward the doorway, but his words lingered. “You can do this,” he said. “Even when your head says otherwise.”

Then he was gone—out the door and down the hall, leaving you in the low hum of fluorescent lights and the echo of his belief in you.

And for the first time all day, the paper in your hand didn’t feel so heavy.

The next morning started early—before the sun even had a chance to warm the streets of Los Angeles. A low fog lingered above the pavement, curling between squad cars in the lot like smoke that hadn’t cleared. You stood by your locker, already dressed, boots laced, vest snug. But your hands were trembling.

You could still feel yesterday in your bones.

That exam. The feedback. The way it made your stomach twist. And worst of all, the expression on Tim’s face when he told you “You passed”—firm, serious, but not the kind of praise you felt you deserved. He said you did well. Your brain told you he was just being nice. He wasn’t. He never was.

But logic and feelings never played fair.

You were zoning out again—thinking too hard—until a paper coffee cup appeared in your peripheral vision.

“Drink it,” Tim said, not waiting for a thanks as he walked past, heading for roll call.

You stared at the coffee for a second, then followed, hands finally steadying with the warmth of the cup in your grip.

The first call was routine—at first.

Dispute in a strip mall parking lot. You followed Tim’s lead, clipboard tucked under your arm as you approached the two arguing men. One was pacing, the other red-faced and shouting. You kept your tone calm, your posture open, repeating everything you’d been trained to do.

You were halfway through separating them when one of them threw a punch.

You didn’t freeze this time. Your reflexes were faster than your thoughts.

You ducked. Moved in. Grabbed his wrist, pivoted your body like you’d practiced in defensive tactics, and forced him back against the hood of a car, cuffing him with clean, practiced motions.

When it was over, your heart was pounding—but you weren’t spiraling.

You looked up and Tim was already watching you from across the lot, one hand on his belt, expression unreadable.

Back in the shop, after turning the guy over to another officer, Tim gave you a nod.

“Clean,” he said.

You blinked. “Clean?”

“Your takedown. No hesitation. No overcorrection.” He glanced over his shoulder at the commotion dying down. “That’s what I mean when I say you’re growing. You didn’t let your nerves get in the way of your instincts.”

Something about hearing it now, in the field, after doing it right—meant more than the score on your evaluation ever could.

You nodded slowly, your chest feeling lighter.

“Thanks, sir.”

Tim shrugged. “Don’t thank me. You’re the one who put in the work.”

The shift moved on. You responded to a stolen vehicle, a shoplifting call, and a welfare check. Each scene came with moments of doubt—split-second flashes of memory from your early weeks, moments you’d stumbled, fumbled, froze.

But you didn’t now.

You kept moving. You remembered Tim’s voice, his corrections, his dry sarcasm and steady calm.

And at every stop, he was just… there. Quietly guiding, standing just far enough to give you space, but close enough that if anything happened, he’d be in your corner in half a second flat.

It wasn’t until the last call—almost at end of shift—that the day gave you one final test.

A teenager had been reported missing, last seen leaving school.

You and Tim canvassed the area, checking alleyways and bus stops, when you spotted someone curled behind a dumpster. Thin frame, hoodie pulled low. You crouched, gentle voice easing the kid out, while your heart pounded in fear of what you might find.

She was okay. Scared, cold, but okay.

You offered her your jacket, spoke softly while you waited for her parents to arrive. Your words were careful, calm. Reassuring.

And Tim? He stood back and let you handle it.

You didn’t notice he was watching you like a hawk until it was all over.

Back in the shop, you slumped into the passenger seat, the door clicking shut behind you with a dull thunk. Your vest felt heavier than usual—like your body had only just remembered how tired it was now that the adrenaline was gone.

You rubbed your hands together, then dragged one down your face, the skin clammy with sweat and tension. Your chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths, like your lungs were still catching up from the last call.

Tim didn’t speak at first. Just adjusted the rearview mirror with a practiced hand, his movements calm, deliberate. The cruiser’s engine hummed under you, warm air filtering through the vents, soft against your chilled skin.

Then, without looking over, he said, “I remember when that would’ve wrecked you.”

His voice wasn’t teasing. It wasn’t smug. Just matter-of-fact, grounded in something that felt like pride.

“When you would’ve stumbled over every sentence trying to talk to her.”

You let out a slow exhale, head tipping back against the seat. The hum of street noise outside dulled to a low murmur through the glass. “Yeah,” you said quietly.

You remembered too.

You remembered that first call with a DV victim—how your voice had caught in your throat, how your hands had trembled when you tried to take a statement, how you’d looked to Tim for backup not because the scene was dangerous, but because you didn’t trust yourself to get it right.

But today, it had been different. You’d moved with purpose. Spoken with clarity. You had looked her in the eyes and told her she wasn’t alone—and meant it. You’d navigated the entire scene without a single glance toward your T.O.

Tim didn’t say anything else. But his silence wasn’t heavy. It wasn’t the kind that made you second-guess yourself or fill the air with nervous chatter.

It was solid.

Like brick and mortar.

The silence of someone who had seen your worst days and never once backed away from them. The kind that said you did good, without needing to spell it out.

You turned your head slightly and caught his profile—jaw set, gaze steady on the windshield, one hand resting lightly on the gearshift. He didn’t look at you, but he didn’t need to.

It wasn’t just about passing the eval anymore.

It wasn’t even about the numbers on the report or the comments scribbled in the margins.

It was about every rough shift that came before this one. Every moment you thought you couldn’t keep up, every time you’d failed and come back anyway. It was about how you showed up today—not perfect, but prepared. Capable.

For the first time in a long time, you weren’t trying to convince anyone that you belonged.

You weren’t trying to convince him.

You were trying to convince yourself.

And in that quiet space between shift calls, in the warmth of the shop’s late afternoon light filtering through the windshield, something in you finally settled.

You believed it.

You belonged out here.

The precinct had thinned out by the time you returned. Most officers were already gone, the last rays of sun bleeding over the city like the world had exhaled a little. The bullpen was quiet, low-lit, with the hum of vending machines and distant radio chatter the only background noise.

You were at your locker, peeling off your vest, when Tim reappeared with two bottled waters and a couple of granola bars.

You stared at them, one brow arched. “This your version of a steak dinner?”

Tim leaned against the row of lockers beside you. “If you wanted a steak, you should’ve tackled a better suspect.”

A small, tired laugh left you before you could stop it. He cracked the faintest smile in return.

“Seriously though,” he said, tone dipping into something lower, more even, “you did good today.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Felt different. Like… I wasn’t constantly second-guessing every move.”

“That’s because you weren’t,” Tim said. “That wasn’t luck out there. That was training. Control. You let your instincts kick in because you trusted yourself.”

You looked down at your hands, flexed them once. “I think… part of me still doesn’t believe I passed.”

Tim’s voice was quiet but firm. “Then believe me.”

You looked at him.

He nodded once. “You’ve come farther than you realize. And I’m not gonna let you burn yourself out chasing some imaginary finish line.”

You blinked hard. “You really suck at pep talks.”

“Yeah, well,” he muttered, crossing his arms again, “you suck at eating lunch without being told.”

You smiled, warm and lopsided. “Touché.”

Tim reached out and ruffled your hair—not playfully, but with a certain worn fondness. Like someone used to watching over something fragile until it found its strength.

“Go home,” he said. “Get some rest. You earned it.”

You hesitated for a second. Then, softer: “Thanks, sir.”

He gave a single nod, eyes steady. “Anytime, Kid.”

And as you stepped out into the fading sun, boots heavy from the day but heart a little lighter, you realized something important:

You weren’t just surviving out here anymore.

You were growing.

And Tim had seen it before you ever could.

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"Platonic? What part of this is Platonic?"

Daniela Avanzini x Fem!reader Angst, toxic best friend!Daniela, suggestive, mentions of e-cigs & alcohol

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A/n: Hi this is my first upload here holy- I'm so sorry this took so long and I hope that you all like this🤸‍♀️ and yes hi I'm the anon on Jay's asks that said this was way too similar to that anons request and I PROMISE I DID NOT COPY THIS I'VE BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR THE PAST FEW MONTHS MAYBE A YEAR NOW😭 SO NO ONE CANCEL ME PLS </3 anyways please enjoy

The world around you felt like it was constantly spinning at such a fast rate at that and it only seemed to be increasing by the second and you felt dizzy, super dizzy that it wasn't even an understatement. It didn't come a point where you wanted to throw up everything you had digested just yet but it really felt like you were just underwater.

Everything was so distorted, and it definitely felt like there was some sort of immense pressure coming from your head at the sensation. Your senses felt dull, at the same time everything felt too much and yet here you were, still attempting to do the impossible as you tried to make out whatever was around you.

Or was that just a problem with your actual vision? You honestly had no clue but even if that was the case you were still completely aware of your surroundings and what was happening.

Kinda...

Okay that was a lie, you weren't totally conscious of everything but you still had somewhat of a grip of what was going on.

Right now, you were in the middle of a booth that you were unfortunately cooped up in next to your best friend, also known as, Daniela Avanzini. From what you could register right now, you could see the Cuban girl talking to some of her friends that were next to her, people who you were also kind of acquainted with, you could say, due to the amount of times you had met up with them whenever you were together with Dani.

You didn't technically know a lot of information about the group, just that they were friends that Dani had met through school and a couple of other mutual friends they had. You never really got together with them unless the girl invited them out. They had their own lives and studies to worry about anyways. Besides, it wasn't like it was your intention to even obtain that kind of closeness with them in the first place.

The group was just talking (a bit too chaotically) to one another, the topic they were going on about? You honestly couldn't care less. You just watched as they conversed amongst themselves, and you weren't surprised when you saw that they had somehow waged war against on one another as they constantly fought over Daniela's vape. Apparently, the group of friends didn't have one of their own which was well, reasonable given how expensive they were.

If you were being honest, you found the interaction kind of amusing with how often they kept launching themselves at each other just to get a hit while Daniela herself constantly complained about it being passed around so much that her juice was about to run out because of these so-called hyena's, in her words.

Back on your side of the booth, there were your actual close friends. You had met them through an event from school that your academic organization had set up. At the time, you weren't technically too open to the idea of being grouped together with a bunch of freshmen for a stupid game to be honest but for some odd reason you clicked with them despite your initial disapproval.

They were a group of friends you actually hung out with a lot and talked to almost every opportunity that you could get and since they were just freshmen, the reality dawned upon you pretty soon that you were their senior (unfortunately). So, this would always result in them asking advice for specific classes or just straight up complain to you about how hard the subjects were whenever they saw you, but they were surviving, somehow.

They were also currently having their own topic, another new conversation you weren't entirely listening into with how nauseous you felt. Despite that, you could somewhat still make out the shot glasses that you guys had prepared already in their grasps. That only indicated one thing, another round of shots was already going to start being passed around the tiny and cramped booth you all were in.

This very group of friends that you had beside you were the entire reason why you had come here and ended up all nauseous and out of it in the first place. You guys did this often though, so everyone was already used to having this kind of outcome whenever you guys hung out. Compared to the first time you came here though, it felt like a whole different story.

The entire thing was just chaotic and very unplanned to say the least. Your classes scheduled for that tiring day had already ended and you were just waiting on their last class to finish up, all because you simply refused to go home early that day. By the time you guys arrived at your destination and drank a couple bottles, you were instantly drunk and to your demise, they had taken videos of you to remember the embarrassment that had gone down, which you still complained about whenever they brought it up.

From that point onward, it had become a regular occurrence for you guys to go out and drink occasionally you guys would even play a few games of pool in between. Though that was just an activity to keep you guys from getting absolutely wrecked and it was only for some of you that wanted to play whenever drinking.

Just a few minutes ago, you were peacefully playing a game with a few of your friends even taking a drag in between whenever it wasn't your turn. The usual stuff really but you guessed today was definitely something, very different than what you were used to. Everyone was, for some odd reason, feeling confident and you obviously weren't prepared for any of the chaos that was happening right now.

This is already the fifth freaking bottle you all had today and gosh it was at times like this that you really hated having a low alcohol tolerance cause what the actual hell, you don't think you can last any longer with how quickly they were passing the shots around.

Heck, this was technically already your sixth one of the day. You had been here since earlier this morning and you had already shared an entire bottle just with this girl that was beside you (said girl being none other than Daniela). You didn't have classes to worry about thankfully but that still didn't change the fact that you didn't even know how on earth you were still conscious and aware of what was happening when you were usually the first person to back out when the alcohol started to take its effects on you, knowing how weak your tolerance actually was.

Right now, you were resting your head on the Cuban girl's shoulder, not daring to get up with how dizzy you were. Besides, you felt comfortable in this position and gosh, you could distinctly smell her scent despite everything that just seemed purposely try and clash with your senses.

For some reason, Dani's scent has always been something that comforted you and you still didn't really know the entire reason why, it just somehow did and she didn't seem to mind how clingy you became to her because of this. You had let her know just how much you loved it from the start anyway, so she probably just let you since it seemed perfectly normal to do so between best friends, despite it probably being weird to an outsider's point of view.

"Hey, you doing okay there?" she asked, noticing how quiet you had been in spite of all the noise around you both. You didn't bother to speak though, only humming in response to her question. You didn't want to move that much or even talk right now with how much your head was spinning.

Though despite not wanting to, you couldn't help but shift just a little closer to her, inhaling a bit more of her intoxicating scent which had somehow helped calm down your spinning head a tad bit. Not as much as you hoped it would but it did still help "Do you still remember our talk last Tuesday?" she asked all of a sudden which made you confused because why the hell was she asking that now of all times?

Despite your shock though, there is absolutely no goddamn way you could ever forget about the talk you guys had literally two days ago, you don't think you could ever forget that even if you tried.

The two of you had situated at her house, inside her room to be exact, alone. A usual occurrence since her parents were always at work until late into the night and you always dropped by her place. You usually dropped by when your classes ended earlier than the set time and you didn't really feel like going home just yet but were too tired to hang out with other friends. It's not like her place was that far from yours anyway. It was just a 5-10 minute bus ride away anyway depending on traffic.

You were initially practicing a song to play on her guitar, something you've always been doing whenever you visited ever since you two did that cover of "we fell in love in october." Ever since that day you two impulsively decided to do that cover, you had been learning new songs to play cause well why the fuck not?

Daniela on the other hand, was on her phone at the moment, annoyed with you which left you having to constantly apologize to her. Apparently, she was trying to draw you playing the guitar a while ago and didn't want to tell you because she wanted it to be a surprise.

You, obviously not aware of this, now had to try and make it up to her since she was now sulking, you did not know how you could do that though so you just held her guitar up and told her to start drawing again if she wanted too. She just pouted and put the notebook she used to draw back into her bedside drawer.

The two of you dipped back into silence after a few moments and despite the fact you still felt a bit bad, you decided to just drop it in the end and continue practicing the song. Nothing else could be heard in the room except the strumming of the guitar and the occasional errors you made every now and then, well, until she decided to talk to you again that is "You know? I just realized something, you are the gayest person I have ever met and yet you still haven't kissed someone." You could only roll your eyes at this remark because seriously? She had decided to tease you now? Way to hurt your pride.

You gave the girl a dead serious look on your face just to show her that you were not at all amused with this and you could literally see the smirk on Daniela's face when she saw the expression you had, it made you really wanted to wipe that smug look off right about now.

"Why are you volunteering?" you asked with the same amount of playful teasing in your tone. If Daniela was going to tease you, who says that you were gonna let her off so easily? You weren't going to be 'tormented' like this without putting up some sort of fight against it, especially if it's Dani who starts it.

When the Cuban girl hadn't replied for a few moments, you started feeling confident, thinking that your words had finally made her back down. You weren't expecting Dani to have some kind of comeback to that but you are literally taken aback when she speaks up and just casually says "Why not?"

And with that you were literally choking on nothing but freaking air, now thrown into a sudden coughing fit from how surprised you were from the response. She looked even more smug when your playful demeanor (and confidence to answer her like that) had suddenly disappeared.

What did she say just now?

You couldn't process that for short period time, you were literally just staring at the girl with wide eyes, trying to find the right words to refute whatever she had just said. You couldn't deny that the confidence Daniela had was unbelievably high, you had already known beforehand that her confidence was already over the roof but damn you didn't expect it to be this goddamn high. At this point did a barrier even exist?

"How about let's do it when you don't have a boyfriend then" you told her, playfully. Your tone was not at all serious because you knew, Daniela would never go through with it, or she would be risking everything set between you two.

With that you went back to playing the guitar peacefully not thinking of anything else but the placement of your hands to play the right chords, while Daniela just went on her laptop to find something else to do.

Low and behold, the day after that very conversation, Daniela's boyfriend had broken off their relationship for some stupid ass reason the boy most probably came up with on the spot. Right after that happened, she had called you and you honestly weren't surprised when you had gotten a sudden call from her.

The Cuban girl always calls you out of nowhere and you were used to it, to the point you were seemingly unbothered by it every time it happened. She'd usually just call to tell you a random joke or simply just to make you jealous because she was in a 'steady and 'happy' relationship and would always make you feel the irony of being a single for literally your entire life, but this time it was different.

You weren't shocked when you received the sudden call from her, but you were definitely surprised to hear that she was crying on the other end.

Almost instantly you grew worried and the two of you talked it out for almost an hour just so you could have somewhat of an idea of what was even happening that caused her to seek out some sort of comfort from you.

You tried to console the girl the best you could despite it just being over the phone. Even when your entire being was just practically screaming at you to hang up and run to wherever she was just to hug her, let her know it was going to be okay, maybe not now but soon. You wanted to let her know that she wasn't alone in this and she never was going to be alone dealing with all of this.

Today was now Thursday and Daniela had unsurprisingly gotten mad fucking drunk as hell all because of that stupid guy. You honestly still couldn't comprehend the reason as to why he had broken it off but you just assumed it was completely unreasonable, you didn't want to find out either way.

She managed to sleep off the alcohol in her system at least and was now currently sober but that did not without her causing a total ruckus and you having to take care of her for a couple of hours. Whatever the case, she was okay now and no longer going crazy at least.

As of the moment, you were honestly just confused as to why she even brought that topic up again in the first place?

You couldn't help but pull away from your comfortable position on her shoulder and sit up straight at this, now staring at her with a confused expression plastered especially when you saw the small smirk on her face once again. As mentioned earlier, you might be a bit lightheaded from the copious amount of alcohol you consumed. That in no way meant that you were no longer aware of the events that were happening right now.

"Well, I don't have a boyfriend now" she says with the same daring, cocky tone she has always used whenever the two of you were teasing one another. It almost made you believe that she was actually going to go through with it, almost and it honestly made you scoff. This girl really was something.

"As if you'll actually do it" you said sarcastically, rolling your eyes as if you were challenging her to just do it even though you knew she wouldn't actually dare to. She may have been teasing you literally two days ago just to rub it in your face that you had no courage to actually kiss someone but you highly doubted that she would push through with it here out of all places for multiple factors.

Number one, being the most obvious, she and her boyfriend literally just broke up. It hadn't even been a full 24 hours and even though you didn't really like the guy, you didn't want to disrespect him like that. Number two, the both of you were in between all your friends and the moment any of them caught you two in the act, your friends would go absolutely ballistic. They'd mostly direct that energy at Dani though because everyone knew you have never had a relationship ever in your life and were very 'innocent' when it came to these kind of things.

Three, Dani was your freaking best friend, the person you have been with through thick and thin and trusted with your life but that did not mean any of you could just casually cross this specific boundary though. Four, this was a public place literally anyone else could simply walk by and see the two of you making out, you may not know these people and vice versa but that would not make the secondhand embarrassment of the act go away.

Lastly, the so-called simple action would definitely change the dynamic of your friendship with the Latina girl on a lot of different levels. Hell, it could change the both of you entirely and you had no idea if any of you could ever face the consequences if you two actually did it. You knew she wouldn't risk that and you knew that the girl would think better than that.

God forbid- you were so completely and utterly wrong to think all that, you had totally forgotten how impulsive Dani was.

Because at the very next moment after saying all that, you felt one of her hands slowly creep up the side of your neck and damn you couldn't believe it. She was so gentle with you even as she pulled you just a bit closer to her and it had caught you so completely off guard. You've seen this soft side of Daniela often, but you never thought you would see it in this kind of context.

All this was just making your mind spin even more (if that was even possible). You didn't even register the fact that her lips were already on yours until she pulled you even closer and tenderly caressed your cheek just to help you relax even if it was just tiny bit more. You couldn't help but close your eyes at the simple gesture and it was because of all this that you tried to savor the moment.

You were so taken aback by how soft her lips felt and how sickeningly sweet they tasted and yet before you could even try and reciprocate it, she had already pulled away. The kiss had left you breathless and you were frozen in place, not knowing what to say, heck you don't think you could form a proper coherent thought at this moment in time.

"Wha-" you thought, the whole scene loading in your brain. It was like your mind was literally buffering because what the freaking heck, did that actually just happen? Dani's lips were actually on yours? Did she really just kiss you? This could not be fucking real.

Was this legitimately real life? Because if it is holy fuck, Daniela Avanzini, your best friend, had just stolen your first kiss and you let her.

You were stunned, you couldn't believe that had happened but despite all that, there was one thing you were sure about in your clouded mind, you absolutely fucking loved how her lips tasted. With your mind so distorted from the kiss or maybe it was really just the alcohol taking its effects on you, you couldn't hold it in anymore.

A sudden rush of adrenaline had entered your system and it was because of that rush that you had somehow gained the courage to ask for one more from the girl.

You honestly expected her to laugh it off and tease you, you expected nothing more from her but no. She was immediately giving in to what you wanted, leaning closer and initiating it all over again. This time, instead of immediately pulling away, she had let you set the pace and she let you savor it.

Oh gosh, was this how kissing someone really felt like? Cause it was absolute heaven, the way she was so gentle with you made you practically melt against her.

You could easily tell that Daniela didn't want to overwhelm you since it was your first time and you felt touched by the simple thought. Dani had intentionally let you take your time and she was letting you adjust to it for however long you needed to. You honestly could've stayed like that forever and if air wasn't a necessity to keep living, you think you would've but alas you couldn't do anything about it.

You forced yourself with all the will power you had to pull away and with that you slowly opened your eyes to look at Daniela, really look at her and you don't know what came over you to feel all these things but you were just there stunned, heart beating so loudly that you felt like it was about to jump out of your chest.

It was like you both were stuck in your own little world that no one could step into but you two. She was just staring at you with a small smile on her face, as if reassuring you that it was done, that everything was okay now. While here you were in front of her, out of breath and not knowing what to think.

The girl had taken notice of your dazed-like state and could only shake her head out of amusement at your reaction "You must be drunk, you would never let me kiss you like that twice if you were even the slightest bit sober."

That put you out of your trance, you just rolled your eyes at her words because of course she'd choose to tease you after all that just happened "Shut up" you said lowly before shoving her shoulder in a playful manner.

She only laughed it off and pulled on your arm as she got up and out of the booth "Come with me to the bathroom for a moment?" she asked and you could only nod in response, not trusting your voice and you really weren't being given a choice anyway as she was already pulling you away from your friends.

If murder was actually legal, you think you would have already killed Daniela on multiple occasions. Sadly, it wasn't, so you just settled into planning in your head the multiple ways you could have possibly ended her a long, long time ago.

Dani had been teasing you non-stop ever since that night happened (hence the awakening urge) and you swear if she teased you one more time you would actually kiss her again just to shu- wait what? No.

Anyway- whenever you were talking to Daniela, she would somehow always, always find a way to weave it into the conversation she knew how shy it made you each and every time she did bring it up. You couldn't even look in her direction whenever she reminded you about the entire ordeal.

You wanted to get back at her for all the playful banters, but you knew that no matter what you did, you would always end up being the embarrassed, blushing mess you were. It was like all ounce of fight that you had in you would leave the moment she would talk about it and it was honestly crazy how you still hadn't found a way to rebut all her teasing towards you.

Right now, you were thankful she hadn't reminded you about it today. If this was any other regular day, she would seize every chance she got just to embarrass you and it was really a miracle she hasn't yet.

You knew the Cuban girl and her playful nature and you knew that she wouldn't last an entire hour without teasing you. You figured that it was because she knew you were busy and decided to give you a small break, for now.

It was now a new week, Monday, and exactly seven days before your finals would start. You were again hanging out at Daniela's place. The two of you were chilling as usual, for once, you weren't busy tinkering with the girls' guitar and practicing another new song to possibly cover. Instead, you were cuddled up next to her, the two of you just doom scrolling, watching the random videos that would appear on her feed. Neither of you bothering to bring up what had went down last Thursday.

You sighed contentedly, the weight of everything from school slowly lifting off your shoulders as you shifted closer to the girl, growing sleepy. If it weren't for the fact that you knew that you weren't in your own home, you would have fallen asleep the moment you arrived.

Honestly speaking, you were tired, extremely tired since you both had just came from school and just being inside the damn building already drains the life out of you. You had taken a grueling quiz earlier that day and it was so hard that the moment you got out of the room and saw the girl patiently waiting for you, you were complaining nonstop about the questions and how difficult it was to answer them even though you studied so hard to ace it. You were honestly praying that you somehow passed because you knew just how much of your grade it could effect if it was ever too low.

Daniela on the other hand, had skipped her classes again, she wasn't even trying to catch up despite missing half a semester's worth of classes. You were not really surprised by this, but you also didn't get why she would enroll in the first place if she wasn't going to attend any of her classes anyway.

You didn't dare speak up about it though, you just decided to shut up and let her do whatever the hell she wanted. "My life, my rules" is what she would argue the moment you would try to bring it up to her anyway. So you didn't, you instead chose to enjoy the peace of the moment you were sharing with her right now.

"You're extra clingy today" Daniela says. She wasn't using the usual teasing tone that you were used to hearing, it felt like it was more of an observation that she just had to point out.

"I could stop" you said, immediately moving to get up and off the bed but before you could even attempt do so, she was already grabbing onto your arm, forcefully pulling you back into your previous position.

You felt your body lose balance at the force she used. She had clearly underestimated the amount of strength she had and it causes you to land right on top of the girl. You immediately tried placing your hands on either side of her body so you could hover above her but you're already too late when you feel your head land on her chest.

You could only look up at her and sigh at her mischievous antics "Stay, I like it" she says to you with a small, cheeky grin plastered on her face. Despite the playful look she had on, you could sense that she was being genuine saying those words.

"Good then" you said, returning the smile with one of your own.

The two of you stayed like that for a few moments, neither of you even minding the intimate position you guys were in and yet, you both could still feel the sudden rise of tension in the room.

It wasn't the usual light and comforting presence you felt whenever you were with one another, but it wasn't really a bad kind of tension either. It felt almost electrifying, like a major turn of events was about to take place at any given moment.

The two of you didn't realize the growing tension though, you were quite literally just staring at each other too caught up and mesmerized by one another's simple presence. It honestly made you want to laugh at how stupid you both probably looked right now but you couldn't. You didn't want to pull yourself away from whatever this was and if you were being honest, you were actually anticipating the girls next move.

You see the way Daniela's gaze slowly moves down from your eyes to your lips and that small movement makes your breath hitch. You see her smile turn into a little smirk and you knew exactly what was on the Cuban girl's mind at that moment so you brace yourself.

Without another moments hesitation she was immediately pulling you further onto herself just to plant your lips on hers. You don't know what to say, not like you could say anything in that moment anyway. You honestly don't really know what to do either, you just stayed like that shocked like it's the first time all over again.

Yet you can tell that Dani knows exactly what she wants. You feel the way her hands roam your body like she was exploring your entire being, like she wanted more from you and you feel those same hands take place on your waist urging you to shift and sit down on her lap instead. Your bodies move accordingly, as if it was second nature like the two of you have done this a million times before.

You don't protest, you don't make any move to stop whatever is happening and you have no intention to do so whatsoever. Quite the contrary actually, you want more, you need more and without even noticing yourself you had already wrapped your arms around her neck and pulled her even closer, deepening the kiss.

It was just the two of you, alone in her room, trapped in your own little bubble that no one could step into even if they dared. The crazy part? You loved it, loved being in the confines of her room kissing her like there was no tomorrow, like it was your own little secret in which it kind of was.

You loved the feeling of it all, the feeling of freedom like you could do whatever the hell you guys wanted, the thrill you experienced, the feeling that there were no constraints, no nothings, no what ifs. Just you two, enjoying your own little world.

Neither of you minded anything else that was going on around you guys. You both just enjoyed the moment, savoring the taste of one another.

The two of you only pull away when the need for air arises, still neither of you speaking a word. You both were just left panting, catching your breaths as you both processed what just happened, afraid if one of you spoke it would ruin the moment "So...."

"So" she follows, the two of you not knowing what to say or do at this moment. You just chuckle, gosh you couldn't believe you both were acting shy as if you guys weren't ready to jump each other's bones and break so many forbidden boundaries just a few moments ago.

Daniela lets out a small laugh too, the realization of the situation hitting her and she was honestly glad you seemed to be thinking the same, like why would you two be shy now? After everything you both have been through together, the two of you thought of acting tense now? It was so stupid "Can I?" she asks and you knew exactly what she meant.

"Just don't go too far" you answer her, you don't care at this point.

"Duly noted" the Cuban girl says, before leaning in once again. Her hands taking place on your waist again to keep you steady on her lap while you tangled your hands in the girl's hair, pulling her impossibly closer and you two stayed like this for a long while.

It had been a couple weeks since that scene in Daniela's place happened and honestly, it was crazy, you think that all of this is just fucking insane. Just the fact that the two of you would still continue to do it whenever you were together was absurd and yet it was always so quick, never that discreet for others to not notice what you two were up to but it never went on too long for other people to complain as much.

It was honestly just absurd but the more you thought about it, the more you wanted to see her again, the more you want for it to repeat.

It was like a fire had set inside you and you were burning with need, need for more of her, need for that thrill you had whenever with her, that rush. It scared you, how much it had grown over the course of the few weeks it had been happening but at the same time you didn't bother with it much.

You had a lengthy discussion about all of this with your friends, the very same people you were with the day it went down and to no surprise, they were livid. Not at you of course, but at Dani for even proposing such a thing in the first place (even if it was a stupid joke).

They warned you of the dire consequences of this weird set-up you two had. The group treated you as if you were their baby after all, knowing you had never been in a relationship before and had gotten yourself into such a fucked up situation, they couldn't help but worry for you and how things would end up.

You could have your heart broken by this or worse, they didn't want to see you end up like that and they didn't want the reason of your heart break to be over a stupid situation like this.

The thing is whenever it was just you and Daniela together, you guys would always talk it out and openly communicate on what kind of boundaries neither of you should ever cross with one another. The only problem? Even with all that, you still found yourself faltering, especially when the girl would do all these gestures toward you, actions that she would never do with just anyone.

She would update you constantly after the break-up happened, claiming that she was used to updating someone and needed to do it to keep her sanity in check. She would even tell you to come by her place more often to the point that you actually had to start rejecting her offer a couple of times just to put your own life first and that was all just because she didn't want to feel lonely at home due to being alone for majority of the time.

She'd just practically be on you all throughout, physically or not and it was a cycle you were unconsciously getting conditioned to follow even if it was against your own will.

Like a freaking puppy, you would obey every word and it was honestly a bit weird to you how you couldn't even try and go against her word even if you wanted too because you knew every time she would ask, she'd make the time you were with her worth it and she knew that you would always love it, need it even.

You needed her even when your brain screamed no and that this was all just a ruse and it was because of all this that you slowly started to question yourself. Were you really just doing this for the thrill? Or was there something more?

You were getting tired of everything, especially with how often it was happening, the confusing feelings, the constant overthinking, the repetitive reminders, just the entire situation.

So without even thinking, you impulsively asked your friends to hang out after classes ended. You guys of course went to the usual spot, back to where it all fucking started.

It was there that you took out everything you were feeling. You would take a shot every time you would think of her, start to overthink everything all over again, remember the way her lips tasted, remember the simple gestures she would do while you were together, everything.

It was so frustrating, that you couldn't get Daniela off your mind and it got to the point where you started to question your own decisions all over again because why the fuck did you let her? Why didn't you pull away the moment she even tried? Yell at her for starting this with that simple teasing statement? Just why? You just wanted to blame the girl for all these confusing feelings and for letting the entire thing get this far.

You knew that deep down you couldn't though, you were as much of a willing participant in this as she was, you brought this onto yourself too. You sighed to yourself at this before you took another shot, feeling the burn of the alcohol as it went down your throat. It made you grimace slightly but you didn't care, you just wanted to let out all your pent up frustrations, to feel or think of anything other than that.

"Yo Y/n! You up for a game?" one of your friends Lara asks, successfully cutting you off from your deep train of thoughts.

You nodded immediately and got up from your sitting position as the Indian girl moved to start setting up the table again. Lara had always been the first person in your little group to say yes no matter who asked to go out, she was always the type who just wanted to have a good time after all but she was also aware that you never asked to go and hang out like this unless you were going through something. As much as she wanted to ask what was going on though, she respected your space, you would tell them whatever you were thinking of when you were ready.

"So anything interesting happen?" she asks cautiously as you grabbed one of the cue sticks from the side as well as some chalk for your hand so it would glide smoothly between your fingers.

"A lot" you answered her dryly, as you leaned down and onto the table. You shifted your thoughts from the Latina woman to focus all your energy into your break at that moment and as you let the cue slide onto your fingers, you successfully broke the little triangle at the end of table, signaling the start of the game.

Lara watched you carefully, taking note of the amount of strength you put into that shot with how the cue ball rolled all over the table before she moved into a suitable position to start her turn since nothing fell into the pockets "Do you wanna talk about it?" she asks softly, like the girl was only suggesting because she was Lara Raj, and you knew that she would never force you to talk about something, hell she wouldn't even ask that kind of question to someone unless she noticed how pent up the person actually was.

You sighed as you looked over behind you right at the very booth you all were sat in that night, you didn't want to bring it up to be honest. You came here to get rid of these thoughts, to just enjoy the night for once without having to think about it even more than you already should, without actually having to go to sleep at night filled with the guilt of everything you were feeling "Am I going to be given a choice that I don't want to talk about it?"

"From me? Yeah. From the others? Highly doubt it" Lara says as she prepares to make her shot which to no one's surprise was successful.

You shook your head at her answer out of amusement because it actually was true. Lara had never been the type pry or push people into talking about things these kind of things but your other friends were an entirely different story. It wasn't that they would push anyone to tell them for the sake of drama, just that they insisted that the person needed to talk for them to understand and help even though it was too much at times, for you personally anyway "It's just about Dani" you started.

"About your weird set-up?" the girl asks as she made an attempt to pot another ball but narrowly missed it making her groan out of frustration.

You chuckled at her attempt before nodding your head at the question "Yeah."

"Have you talked to her about it?" she asks as she moved away from the table to let you make your turn.

"All the time" you answered as you made your shot with a lot more force than necessary, that didn't matter to you though since you still successfully potted a ball.

Lara could only grimace at the amount of strength you were using with each time you hit the cue ball. She was honestly a bit scared you were going to make it fly off the table and hit someone but the girl knew you were just trying to let out everything that you were feeling through the game and she was glad that you had an outlet to channel all that negative energy somewhere else but that still did nothing to ease her worry for everyone else's safety.

Lara has honestly never seen this side of you, none of your friends have actually. You have always been the person who stayed chill no matter what the situation, the type that just went with the flow and what happens, well, happens. You always stayed calm, kept a level head even when everyone else was already losing their cool at something that had happened or something they were talking about with the group.

You truthfully didn't have a care in the world about anything else other than your academic performance and other personal stuff that you didn't share to anyone even Lara herself that openly, so to see you like this was so new.

"So what has you so frustrated about it then?" she asked as you made your way across the table.

You sigh not knowing how to give an answer that question when you yourself were unsure of everything that you were feeling right now "She's just so, I don't know...confusing?"

The Indian girl just stares at you, perplexed by the answer you had given her "Do you mind expounding on that or-"

"Okay wait, I mean that- like, she does these things while we...kiss and it makes me feel things and then there's the fact she keeps updating me like she can't survive unless she does it. She's always asking me to come by her place and I honestly don't know anymore if I'm just doing this for the thrill or if there's something more and it's just so frustrating that I can't even tell her any of this because I know that she'll think I'm weird or I'm-"

"Woah, okay calm down" Lara cuts you off, surprised by how much you were actually able to tell her. She was completely fine with it, she just wasn't expecting you to tell her so much. You weren't much of an open person after all so to say that much to her caught her a bit off guard.

"Sorry" you quickly apologized as you quickly made another shot in potting a ball, this time it was unsuccessful.

Lara takes a few steps closer to you before she places a hand on your shoulder, trying to comfort you even with the simple gesture "It's alright really but really I don't think drinking this away or a game of pool is gonna make you feel any better about all this, talk to her about everything your feeling. Not just specific things that are happening in the moment, let her know I'm sure that she'll understand."

"The thing is I don't even know what I'm feeling" you answered, your voice going a whole octave lower than it usually was due to all the thoughts in your head mixing together and it caused nothing but chaos.

You were feeling frustrated all over again because of this conversation but you also knew that Lara meant no harm when she asked, it was your choice to tell her anyway. You could have chosen not to honestly, but you trusted the girl and you knew that she could help you figure out what to do. You did admit more than once that Lara gave out one of the most realistic advice in the group and you would prefer that more than comfort or reassurance that it was going to be okay honestly speaking.

"Well than answer this for me, do you have feelings for Dani?"

You looked at her, questioningly because why the hell would she ask such an absurd question in the first place "What- okay, she's hot, kind and really talented but I don't thi-"

"Y/n, calm down it was a simple yes or no question. I don't need the details, I just want you to answer it directly" Lara cuts you off once again. She really wanted to laugh at the reaction you were giving her right now but she knew you didn't need someone teasing you. You just needed a wake-up call, someone to knock you back into reality and she obviously did not want you rambling and saying something you could possibly regret later on too knowing your other friends were also there. It's only then that you start to think though, really think for a moment.

Did you have feelings for Daniela? Looking back at it all now with that thought, it could actually explain a few (A LOT) of your actions but you didn't think that you having feelings could be the actual reason. You never saw the girl in that kind of way....

Okay, never mind maybe you have.

Maybe you have imagined way more times than you'd like to actually admit. You have had those kind of thoughts but you it's not like you chose to drone on about any of them further than you were supposed to. Daniela was your best friend and it was wrong to like your best friend, hell even think of them in that kind of way.

Still, you couldn't help it when started taking notice even of the smallest details about her, it was like you could read her like an open book. From her little habits like the way her eyebrows would furrow even deeper the more she concentrated on something, the slight shift in her mood whenever someone mentioned something she didn't like, the cute way she would always stick out her tongue teasingly whenever you were taking a video and pointing the camera at her.

God, just how many things about her did you not even realize you learned about. Were you crazy at this point? To know someone better than they probably did than themselves. You didn't know, it was all just insane. You didn't know why each and every detail you found out about her made you look forward to just seeing Dani even more, maybe it was the fact you loved learning all these little things about her. What she liked and what she didn't, what she would do to simply pass the time, what kind of antics she would do during specific situations. You weren't sure but you did know one thing, the way you were feeling definitely wasn't something between friends.

"I think...I do" you finally answered the girl's question. You were still somewhat unsure actually but you having feelings did bring light to the problem in this entire situation and it actually made you realize so much.

Lara clapped lightly, a teasing smile starting to grow on her face. She figured now would be a good time to start lightening the mood between you two and she was right when she saw you just give one of your regular death stares that you gave instead of looking away and staying quiet. Though she would never admit it, that glare did scare her too since you could really kill someone with that glare "Congrats on finding out something we have all known way before you have" she said and it just made you roll your eyes at her behavior

"Shut up" you said as you pushed her away with the other end of the cue stick. She immediately dodged, not wanting to get a sudden injury.

"Alright, alright I'll stop!" she yelled, surrendering as she saw you moving closer to her with the cue stick that you were now holding with both hands.

You smiled at this and patted her head "Good."

"So what are you going to do about this now?" Lara asks, wondering how you were going to deal with this now that you were aware of this new problem that had arisen. You sighed, not knowing how else to solve this except by simply telling her.

"I guess I'll talk to her about this so we can finally stop this bullshit of a set-up"

"Finally, a good idea from you"

"Oh shut up!" you say, shoving Lara's shoulder playfully.

It had grown late into the night, no vehicles had been passing by for a bit so the streets were more or less quiet. Besides, you figured that most people would be asleep by this time anyway and that gave you the perfect opportunity to talk with Daniela.

On your way here, you had been watching as the neighborhood which was lit up with bright lights that had nearly blinded you a few minutes ago slowly went out one by one, turning into a chilling darkness. Only a few still had signs of life in them, including the one you were sitting in front of which obviously was none other than Daniela's place.

You had sent the girl a text on your way here that had you wanted to talk but you never mentioned about what, much to her dismay. Hell, you even told her that you weren't going to waltz in her place like you usually did because what you were about to talk about was definitely going to be quick so here you were.

You knew that after this conversation with her the dynamic that you two had would change into something unrecognizable and you honestly had no hopes that you two would go back to the way you guys used to be after everything. Then again, you weren't doing this to salvage your relationship with her, you were doing this because you just wanted to get this over with and end this fucked up mess.

You just sat there for a few minutes, waiting for the inevitable to happen. You had texted the girl a few minutes ago that you had already arrived so you were expecting the girl to be out in a few moments. When you did hear the door open and her foot steps that slowly came closer to you, you didn't even bother looking back. You just stared at the road ahead, your hands supporting your upper body as you had placed yourself in a leant back position.

With how relaxed you looked no one would have expected that the conversation you were going to open up about was going to be one of the heaviest conversations you were ever going to have in your life "Hey" Daniela greeted you.

You hummed, acknowledging her presence as you enjoyed the peace and quiet the night had brought. To you, the chilling night wasn't something to be terrified of, it was more like one of the only times you could have the peace and quiet that your heart craved to be.

For Daniela though it was the total opposite, she's always felt unease in the darkness, which is why she always had some kind of light on and right now that unease didn't go away, it heightened even, she was puzzled and she was definitely on high alert. While she was used to you showing up to her place out of nowhere, that didn't mean she wasn't scared with the way you texted her with such a serious message. What was so important that you needed her to come out of her own home just so you two could be alone?

She took a deep breath in just to try and calm her nerves down a bit but as she did, she could smell the distinct scent of the alcohol you had drunken earlier, catching her off guard. Daniela then turned to you just to confirm if the stench was really coming from you and that only confirmed her suspicions when the smell became stronger "Are...you drunk?" she asked, curious. You never went out and drank without her, ever.

"A little" you replied, plainly. You didn't bother to hide it and you didn't care if she found out whether you drank or what and she wasn't used to this. You always asked her first if she wanted to come, you always went to her first. Everyone knew that Daniela was your go to person whenever you wanted to hang out, so what was going on? Why didn't she ask you this time?

The girl just shakes her head, disappointed by your actions but she knew that you didn't come here just to be scolded by her. She could only sigh and just get straight to the point, she knew it was already so late and that in your current state you should be getting home as soon as possible to rest, plus her parents could get mad at her for being out here so late "So what did you wanna talk about?" she asks.

"I think you already know why I came here, Dani" you said as you slowly turned your head toward her. She wasn't looking at you and you knew exactly why. Daniela knows your mannerisms and she knows that you aren't the type to actually look someone in the eye. So, the Cuban girl opted to stare at the road too, she knew there was no way on earth you would look at her eye to eye even with such a serious conversation at stake and she would never force you to do.

Still, you watched the way her brows furrowed at your words because she really had no clue on why you wanted to talk to her "I don't though" she says.

You just sighed, you weren't that surprised that Dani was this dense to be honest, but you still had some kind of hope that you wouldn't have to spell it out to her. It was obvious after all why you had come here "Alright then, it's about this stupid set-up we have" you tell her and it comes out a bit harsh. A kind of tone Daniela has never expected to hear directed at her, especially from you.

Daniela turns to you, slightly bewildered but she doesn't take your tone seriously "Why? I thought you liked it?" she says, a small teasing smile starts to show on her face.

You know that the girl was completely oblivious to your seriousness and that she doesn't realize you were completely done with the entire thing. This wasn't funny to you anymore and this wasn't just some everyday thing that happened because of stupid hormones. This entire situation was becoming real, too real and you needed this to end before it got in the way of too many other things in your life.

You were exhausted enough as it was, you didn't need this draining you even more than it already has "At first I was, but Dani we both know we crossed a line that night. A line that none of us ever should have crossed in the first place, you know that I've never had a girlfriend and still decided to go through with it, why?"

Daniela is taken aback by your answer and it's only then that it finally dawns on her the seriousness of this conversation that was taking place but if she was being honest she didn't know herself why she initiated it. It was a decision purely out of whim "Well I thought it'd be fun and I don't know? Just to get it over with?"

Your expression darkens, you expected a much better reason than that. You already knew prior to this that there was no salvaging what you guys had after this talk but you didn't think the reason that she started all this would actually be this stupid. What was all this to her then? "What the actual fuck? Are you saying that this was all some sort of sick game?"

"Y/n no, that's not what I said-"

"Except it is Dani, it is exactly what you're trying to say. Did you find fun in the fact you took one of the most important experiences in my life just because? That is so fucking messed up"

"No, I don't know why okay, I just. I wasn't thinking and you seemed to enjoy anyway so I gave it, isn't that what you wanted?"

"Dani, I said all that because I knew you that wouldn't, I never expected you to actually go through with it and okay...maybe I did enjoy it for a time. Until it was all becoming too real."

"What the hell do you mean by that?" Daniela asks because she doesn't get it, she doesn't understand why you were telling her all this, why now were you having second thoughts.

You let out a frustrated huff at that because you didn't know if the girl was just playing dumb or what, could she really not read the room? "For fuck's sake Avanzini, I think I have feelings for you!" you screamed out. You didn't care who would hear what you said, you didn't care about the fact you two were just outside her house fighting by the side of the road.

You just needed to get it out there because you know if you waited just a bit longer, you would lose yourself. You didn't want this to consume you anymore than it already has and you couldn't carry the weight of it all any longer.

Daniela was shocked by this revelation because you both had promised that this wouldn't happen, that it never would. You swore you would never fall, hell you were the first person to say it, to mention that if any one of you fell, they'd be stupid but here you were "Y/n..." she says, her voice cracking by how stunned she was by the sudden confession.

Daniela doesn't know how to take it, she doesn't know how to respond. She doesn't want to hurt you with reality that she doesn't like you back but she also doesn't want you to be led on. You knew that, from the start you did and still fell and it was stupid because you knew that she would never see you that way.

"I know...I swore that I never would but the longer this kept going, the longer I felt so confused by all these thoughts and...the longer this kept going the more I questioned myself on why I let you do it in the first place. I just can't do this anymore Dani, I can't keep pretending that this is nothing to me" you said. You knew that you were just adding oil to the fire you had just set with those next words but it was either that or let yourself explode if you kept it to yourself any second longer.

The Cuban girl was frozen in place, processing everything you had just said. She didn't expect you of all people to suddenly confess their feelings to her like this and she didn't know what exactly to do about it "I'm going back in" she said, quickly getting up from her position as she went back inside.

You scoffed when you heard that but you had no intention of stopping her. You know that Daniela was like that by nature. You just watched her as she got up and walked inside her home before you got up and proceeded the walk back to your own. Knowing how late it was you couldn't hail a cab and you didn't have the money anyway. You could only sigh as you looked up into the night sky and quietly walked away from the place you once found solitude in.

At least you had told her.

wc: 10.1k

ctto for all the pics used here

[galactic-rhea]

ok but can i say how much i love your profile banner. like, besides being hillarious it also feels like, idk, an acknowledgement that anidala/vaderdala/etc is by no means perfect. it isn't. there's definitely some unhealthy behaviors (tho i'm no psychologist), but it's not irredeemable or intensly toxic. with some work (and a universe that doesnt hate them, seriously) they could be like, THE couple. I mean they kinda already are to me... couple goals. minus the infanticide.

Snskdja i think you need to see the full comic

(My partner drew it for me!)

They're pretty much mutually obssesed and codependent, their whole deal is that they bonded over trauma. These were two kids forced to grow fast and carry responsabilities beyond comprehension, in extreme danger and away from home and family, in circumstances where they weren't allowed to grow any kind of normal way of coping, and very lonely; so there isn't anything normal about them and honestly they don't need to be because they fit perfectly what the narrative needs of them, which is Space Romeo and Juliet with magic and laser guns and swords thrown around.

Their whole love story started because they both are deeply scarred and damaged individuals who were dehumanized in different ways but found solace in each other and their similar personalities, and because of their circumstances, they developed that extreme obssesion that became a brand for them and they hadn't much of a room to actually work a more normal relationship

Usually discussions about wether a ship is toxic or not (which is kinda a buzzword at this point, not pointing at you, anon! But i mean the general public, some ppl heard it once and never dropped it) are kinda reductive because it more often than not ends in a very White and black approach to the text and a very 'eh' conclusion, especially in cheesy and camp movies like SW because of course they aren't normal nor they cope on the correct ways, there wouldn't be story or much of a interesting aspect going on! Their devotion is insane and fantastical and closer to a greek myth or a Shakespeare tragedy than many of the other aspects in SW (like the politics) and they do have a positive impact on the other, and that's what's fun about it; there's no much point of comparison in real world because it simply can't be compared 1:1, but they're fun to analyze regardless because of how much of a compelling characters they are! And yet they can be very simple, narratively their concept isn't hard to grasp but you can dig so much about them with what little we have (particularly Padme has very little screentime compared to other characters, but there's still a lot to infer about her).

What's also fun about Anidala is that because SW is actually about love conquers all and all of that cheesy stuff, is also at the center of the whole story and through Luke it gets proven correct, Anidala as a relationship haunts the narrative and there's some gothic kinda vibes to it that I love. Both Anakin and Padme as characters come with SO MUCH to unpack, and so many flaws, and I have joked before that they lowkey match like puzzle pieces in such a way that they're mostly able to water down their issues, but that if they were to date someone who's more normal? It would be over, lmao.

(Now, Vaderdala, or at least my Vaderdala does take the insanity to a whole different league, theyre particularly freaky and evil in the empress padme AU lmao)

Alas, sorry for the rambling! I just love them!

[sonadowcentral]

Hey there, hope this doesn't upset you.

I've been wondering if you'll going to continue with the Fragmented AU, whether it's with doodles or chapters.

I don't want to put pressure on you, and if you don't feel like keep doing it that's totally understandable and respectable. But it's been a while since I heard stuff or updates about it, and I really love your AU, I would really like to get an honest answer.

Hope this doesn't sound entitled.

Hi anon!

You're question isn't any trouble at all, I've been meaning to adress this for a while now, so I'll take the time to do it now and rip the band aid off.

I've occasionally felt the motivation to try and come back to work on the fragmented au but as quick as it comes, it goes before I can get my pencil to the paper. I'm not entirely sure why I can't refocus but this has happened many times to every other au I've ever made.

The only way I can see this au happening again is if I can get myself back into the sonic fandom. As of right now, I'm fixated on Sally Face, Deltarune/Undertale, and other things in general (I'm stretching myself thin content wise).

I'm so happy you enjoyed what I made but I feel bad for promising more content knowing I don't feel the same passion I did at the beginning of the year. I feel like if I force myself to continue, it won't be as good and I don't want to give you guys a half ass story. I will not delete this blog, just in case I get back into Sonic since it's not impossible for me to rekindle my passion for the au, but as of now I'd have to say Fragmented and all my other Sonic aus are going to be on hiatus.

So sorry for the inconvenience but I hope you and the other fans of fragmented will understand <3

I'm still extremely grateful for everyone who engaged with my story and had a fun time reading my comics and fanfic. I can never express the joy I felt answering all the lore related questions or just engaging with my followers in general. You guys really pushed me to get better as fast as possible and I feel like I really grew as an artist this year. I love the little community I gathered here and on other social media platforms.

Thank you so much for your question, I had been wanting to express myself regarding this whole thing for a while now but I wasn't sure how to do it because I know how it feels for an artist to leave their story behind unfinished. It sucks. It really does. While I'm not making Sonic content at the moment, I'm still making art and improving as a writer. I'd love to keep sharing my content too, even if it's not Fragmented related.

Apologies for how long this got, I just had a lot on my mind. This was a bit of an announcement post since a few others had asked similar things for a while now.

[adimilkys]

Can you please PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE do jjk (especially nanami and toji) with s/o in their special time that doesn't want their children to hear them? (I'm 26, not native speaker, new on Tumblr but love Ur acc)

Be quiet, love.

warnings : MDNI 18+, p in v, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, biting, not proofread

Contains : Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento

note : I will do a part two 100% with more characters, I just had no idea what to write for Toji for now (sorry anon) my brain is dead from working... also this is hurried because I haven’t posted anything for so longg

part two (soon)

Gojo Satoru

You’re in the kitchen, drinking water after finally putting your kid to sleep. Satoru was still in their bedroom reading a bed time story, even after a full day of chaos you weren’t that tired, which was surprising as your days lately just ended with falling asleep within seconds from exhaustion.

Suddenly, you felt hands wrapping around your waist and pulling you back. Satoru leaving kisses all over your neck and shoulders. “Do you know how hard has it been for me all day? Wearing those shorts that barely cover your ass… tsk, naughty girl~”

He spun you around, picked you up and sat you down on the counter, continuing his assault to your neck. “Toru… not in here-” you whined, trying to pull his head away- which of course doesn’t work.

“I don’t think I can wait any longer… need you so badly.” He whined, his hands sneaking under your shirt, pinching your nipples.

“What if baby wakes u-” He slammed his lips on yours, cutting you off. His tongue slid over your lips, when you didn’t open them one of his hands slid down and cupped your pussy, making you gasp. He didn’t waste any time, immediately entering your mouth.

“I’ll be quick” with that, he grabbed your shorts and pulled them off right with your panties. You knew damn well that was a lie, Satoru is never quick, he loves taking his time while fucking you, making sure to fill you up until his cum is spilling out of you.

He replaced his tongue with two of his fingers, making you slightly gag. “Suck.” You complied, staring up at him with teary eyes, swirling your tongue around his fingers. He cursed under his breath at your face. “You tease… giving me the fuck me eyes, hm?”

His fingers left your mouth, immediately going down and entering your hole, making you gasp. Not wasting any time he scissored you, making sure to loosen you up as fast as possible, feeling if he didn’t, he would burst in his pants just from looking at you.

You hid your face in his neck, trying to muffle your moans. “Just like that wifey, you don’t want to wake baby up, right?”

As you were about to cum he pulled his fingers away, making you whine which was immediately replaced by a gasp- filling you up with a quick thrust.

He groaned into your ear, grabbing your legs and wrapping them around his waist, giving you no time to adjust he started pounding into you at an inhuman pace.

“T-Toru!” You moaned a little too loud, biting his shoulder to contain your moans. “Shh… You’re doing so g-good… fuck.” Satoru bit his lip, trying to be quiet as well.

His pace has not slowed down even a little, going faster and faster, hitting that one spot- giving you no mercy.

“C-Close!” You managed to say before letting out a cry, your feet digging into his back as you came all around his cock.

Fuck, you were gripped him so tight. With a few more deep thrusts he buried himself right against your cervix and shoot out ropes of his cum.

You didn’t even get any time to calm down before you heard little footsteps upstairs. Immediately pushing Satoru away to put on your shorts.

“Mama… Papa?” Your kid yawned, standing at the bottom of the stairs.

“Sweetheart… what are you doing up?” You said trying to stand up but wincing at the sudden pain in your legs. Satoru decided to be the one to take over the situation, walking up to the little kid and taking them in his arms.

“I heard some noises…” Satoru sighed, nodding your way and taking baby up the stairs back to their bedroom.

“Papa?”

“Yes baby?”

“Why do you have a bite mark there?”

Nanami Kento

Lately you and your husband haven’t had time for any activity in bed. Your kid has gotten the flu which was really stressing. Not to mention that they’re extra clingy while sick too, always needing your attention.

Finally it has calmed down, and your baby was out asleep because of the meds. “God I need a long, relaxing bath after this week.” You sighed falling onto the couch.

“Already done, love. Even added all your oils in it.” You looked over to your husband, a grin on your face, opening your arms motioning for him to come and hug you.

“I love you so much, my amazing husband.” You left kisses all over his face while he held you in his arms. “Then I hope you wouldn’t mind if I… joined you?”

You leaned over to his ear, whispering "of course not" which made him immediately pick you up, throw you over his shoulder and carry you to the bathroom while you laughed.

He didn't waste any time in undressing you, knowing your baby could wake up. You got in the bath, Kento right behind you. You sighed leaning your head back on his shoulder, the warm water soothing your muscles.

Suddenly you felt kisses all over you neck, the mouth finding your sweet spot and sucking on it, making you let out a quiet moan. "Just relax, let me take care of you, love."

One of his hand toyed with your nipples, while the other with your folds. "No teasing, Ken..." he chuckled, two of his fingers entering your hole, making you gasp.

He found your spot in no time, abusing it over and over again. You couldn't contain your moans, thank god your bathroom was far away from the babies room.

"S-Shit- I'm-"

"Close? Cum f'me, love" he didn't have to tell you twice, you came hard all around his fingers, a silent scream leaving your lips. "S'good f'me... my pretty wife." He pulled his fingers out, grabbing your face and connecting his lips with yours, the kiss was gentle, full of love.

"I'm going to enter now, alright?" You nod your head, your nails were digging into his thighs. He positioned himself against your entrance before slowly thrusting in.

Even though it's not your first time, with Kento it feels like it is every single time. "S-So big- ugh...!" you moaned, your head threw back, eyes closed.

His thrusts started off slow, but sped up every second, some of the water splashing out of the bath and onto the floor. "You feel so good, love-" He groaned into your ear, his hands gripping your hips.

Suddenly he pulled out, you whining at the lost sensation before he picked you up, left the bath and bent you over the bathroom sink, entering you once again.

"Look at yourself, hm? So beautiful, all mine..." he grabbed your face once again, making sure you're looking in the mirror. You're hair was sticking to your face, water droplets flowing down your body. You could also see the way his dick moved in and out of your pussy, stretching it out.

His hands were wrapped around your waist, his eyes piercing right through yours in the mirror, making you flustered, wanting to look away but he doesn't let you.

His thrusts were speeding up, one of his hands lowered and went over to your clit, rubbing it. "Haah... Kennn-"

"Shit... come with me baby" With a loud moan you came, him not long after you, spilling his cum inside of you.

Both of you were panting, as he pulled out you could feel his cum spilling out of you, making you shudder at the sensation.

"You did so good love, come on let's get you dried up."

[churipu]

JJK MEN & THEIR SLEEPYHEAD GF !

featuring. toji fushiguro, yuuta okkotsu, choso x fem! reader

warnings. absolutely nothing

note. anon, first of all, again, i'm so sorry i accidentally put your post up in the queue list when it was unfinished and the pen symbol wasn't there so i screenshotted this before deleting the og post. i hope this post comes to find you by itself :(( second of all, thank you for liking the first part, means a lot to me <33 last of all, hope you enjoy this one!

TOJI FUSHIGURO. i feel like he's the kind of person who doesn't mind having a sleepyhead gf, in fact he'll gladly sleep with her no matter what time or place. he'll just look and then you're asleep, all of a sudden he's asleep too.

people find it odd how you and him are able to just doze off anywhere, especially toji being a pretty "busy" man. would ditch his work sometimes just to have a nap with you, and i feel like he's the type of guy who would use you like a bolster when you both sleep. so you just lie there, arms by your side — while he on the other hand, is all up on you, holding you close to him.

sometimes toji would chuckle upon seeing you asleep at the most random time and places, in a diner, in a fast food restaurant, in the park standing up (and you woke up because apparently a kid bumped into your leg), just anywhere. he finds your sleepy habit quite interesting really.

"toji... 'm tired."

"when're you not, hm?"

he absolutely loves it when you just clung onto him like a koala for a nap, makes him feel proud (oh and i feel like he's the type of person who would take pictures if you sleep with your mouth open with a string of drool coming out of your mouth, he says that it's adorable. you don't think so though).

YUUTA OKKOTSU. yuuta is just so adorable. i feel like he gushes out a lot when you fall asleep on him, like he will silently fawn over you but at the same time he doesn't know what to do. should he let you be? wake you up so you could sleep in a more comfortable place? or carry you to the said comfortable place?

he just ends up waking you up because of how fidgety he is, "yuuta?"

"i'm so sorry, did i wake you up? sorry.."

honestly, you don't even care about the whole wake up thing. you just wanted to sleep so you always end up latching onto his side like a baby, "five more minutes."

it's never five minutes, longest is twelve hours. although yuuta doesn't mind — he even joins you for a bit, and if he has to go, he will make sure you're tucked in well and comfortable with a pillow fort he built just for you incase something (the monsters comes for you) happens.

CHOSO. i feel like he gets confused at first to why you're always falling asleep near him, he even asked this "Google" to that — and Google did not in fact help, but instead drove him into a state of panic because it told choso that you were dying. so when you fall asleep the next time, choso wakes you up almost immediately.

"don't die on me."

you didn't know what he was talking about and assumed that he was just messing around so you closed your eyes, and he had a full blown breakdown because he thought you were actually dying.

but when you told him it's because you feel safe to sleep near him, he's never been so much happier. and whenever you fall asleep, he always has a blanket ready for you both. so here's how it goes, you fall asleep and lean your head on his shoulder, he drapes the blanket over the both of you, he leans his head onto your head and falls asleep.

you both always end up in such an uncomfortable position after (either with your hand or foot in his face, or vice versa), but you guys never cared, at least the sleep was good.

"cho, get your foot out of my face before i bite them off clean."

"'m sorry, it just happens."

© CHURIPU 2023 , DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE !

[doumadono]

sorry if this sounds rude 😢 but you haven’t been posting a lot of stories lately and that’s like the only thing you have to do? just post something it’s not that big of a deal? dygwim? i think fanfic writers especially on the anime side like to exaggerate things too much and if you don’t post then just deactivate? there’s no point in staying if you’re not gonna do anything but reblog silly content all the time? i don't understand how so many ppl can follow you when you are not even trying to be grateful and you only write not what people request but what you find interesting (which is not, like vampier Shigaraki???? viking Dabi???? so silly stupid ideas imo 😒)? whoever finds your writing or you as a person nice is either blind or stupid. and even if you write something chaptered it takes you literally months to update which isn't fair to people?? but I guess you don't care at all. you must be a freaking entitled white woman to treat otherz the way you do.

(again sorry, didn't mean to sound rude) 😔

When I first read your message, I was completely speechless for a minute or two, anon.

Firstly, it seems there’s a misconception about what fanfiction writers, or any creative individuals for that matter, have to do. Let me clarify something important: creativity isn’t a tap that one can simply turn on and off at will. It’s a complex, often unpredictable process that cannot be rushed without compromising the integrity and quality of the work. Quality stories often require research, plotting, editing, and revising before they’re ready to share. My creative process isn’t a fast food joint, nonnie, and I'm not here to serve up reheated ideas just to fill the silence.

My blog belongs to no one but me. I post what I want, when I want. As for the content of my stories, I believe every writer has the right to explore subjects that excite them the most - even if that means delving into topics or settings others may find odd, like vampires or vikings. My goal is to write stories I’m passionate about and then offer them freely to anyone who might find them entertaining. Some people will, others won’t, and that’s absolutely okay.

Contrary to your belief, I don't exist solely to churn out stories at the speed you dictate. I write on my own time and for my own pleasure. The notion that I should be a content machine is, frankly, laughable. Writing takes time, creative energy, and often real-life circumstances can slow the process. I post when I’m ready, and if that doesn’t align with your desired schedule, you’re free to unfollow or seek out other writers who update more frequently. Suggesting I deactivate because I’m not constantly posting or because I reblog content I enjoy is dismissive at best. I'm not a streaming service like Netflix, darling🙄

Calling me an entitled white woman or implying I’m ungrateful crosses a line. You know nothing of my background or personal circumstances, and bringing race or entitlement into the conversation is neither accurate nor constructive. My ethnicity or personal identity, whatever it may be, does not diminish the value of my creative output, nor does it affect my commitment to my followers. I appreciate every person who visits my page - whether they come to enjoy what I reblog, to read stories I post or to offer critique.

It's also laughable that you think my followers are stupid. Just because their tastes don't align with yours doesn't make them any less intelligent. Diversity in fandoms exists because creativity resonates differently with everyone, something you seem incapable of recognizing.

In the end, I won’t apologize for taking the time I need to create or for following my own interests - that’s part of being a writer. I do, however, expect basic respect in return. If you can’t extend that courtesy, I hope you'll block me, step away from my blog, and never interact with any of my content again.

With all this in mind, it's precisely why I've stopped taking regular requests. Last year, I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of requests and the rudeness in many messages, pushing me to my limits. That's why I've decided to concentrate on my own projects and only accept commissioned work.

I'm taking a few days off to gather my thoughts and concentrate on my writing projects.

[certified-sleep-deprived]

Hi

I hope you're doing well

I don’t know if your requests are open but if there are

I was wondering if you could write for Agatha Harkness x reader. Maybe Agatha finds reader humping against a pillow and smut

tysm <3

Pillow Humping

Hi anon! This has been sitting in my drafts for months and I apologize. I hit a huge creative block and I just haven't felt like doing anything, but I'm slowly crawling out and trying to get to the requests piling in my inbox. This was kinda buns so I'm sorry. My requests are always open unless specifically stated otherwise :D

Wc: 1.4k+

Warnings/notes: Top Agatha, bottom reader, r is sexually frustrated because her wife is away for a week, pillow humping, fingering (r receiving), mommy kink, slight degrading (a calls r a whore), cunnilingus, legal age gap (all characters over 18), 18+ NSFW under the cut!

This entire week has been absolute hell.

Your wife, Agatha, had been away on a trip for her job in Chicago with the promise of making it up to you as soon as she got back. But, in her words, “You are under no circumstance to touch yourself while I am away, or Mommy will have to punish you”. And this had made the entire week a slump before she even left.

Oh, it probably didn't help that she would call you at night and would be masturbating over the phone so nonchalantly you could be fooled she wasn't playing with her clit while she had the phone on speaker next to her.

By the second call, you couldn't even concentrate on her voice anymore. All you could hear was the visceral sounds of her fingering herself or using the dildo she fucks you with when she dons her strap.

It was pure fucking torture.

You had managed to not touch yourself the entire week, but you've had enough at this point. Your wife would continue to taunt and tease you, and you needed relief fast. Agatha's actions had you too pent up and sexually frustrated to even function on your own work, and it showed in your performance.

So, you know what you said? Fuck it.

Fuck her rules. Just this once can't hurt, right?

The air in your shared bedroom with her buzzed with arousal and pent-up desire. Your eyes flickered to her pillow beside your head, and the idea you had already made your loins hot and sticky. If you couldn't fuck her, then her pillow was the next best thing around.

Maybe you were a tad bit excited at the prospect because you scrambled out of those blankets and shucked your sleep pants, having forgone underwear for the evening all together.

As you grabbed her pillow, all you could smell was the lingering traces of her conditioner. Even after a week of her absence it still carried that familiar scent of jasmine and coconut she loved so much. The pillow slotted in between your legs, and you slowly lowered your hips to glide your folds along the seam. But you must have been really sensitive from a week of orgasm denial because when your clit connects with the seam, an obscene moan flies from your throat. It's loud enough that you don't even hear the front door open and close downstairs.

Agatha had gotten home early from her work trip and wanted to surprise her darling wife by fucking her thoroughly in their bed. She wanted to make the night about you as an apology for having to go away for so long. But you can imagine the older woman's surprise when she finds said wife humping a pillow–failing miserably may I add–which went against her rules of not touching herself.

And, Agatha realized, it wasn't just any pillow on the bed that you were humping; it was one of hers. You were humping her pillow. The pillow she slept on every night.

The sight was arousing as much as it was infuriating. No pillow could make you fall apart like she can. She's the real deal, and she was going to make sure you knew that.

First, her baby girl broke one of her rules, and second, she was trying to get off on her pillow. A fucking pillow. This wasn't going to fly with her at all. She finally broke your chain of frustrated grunts and moans with a taunt.

“Well, well, well. What is this?” She tsks. “An impatient wife of mine who is too much of a whore that she can't even wait for Mommy to come home?” Her face mimics an expression of mock hurt.

“And here I thought I could surprise you by coming home early.”

Her footsteps fall silent on the bedroom carpet as she stalks to the foot of the bed like she was caging in her prey.

It wasn't too far from the truth.

Once her voice had broken you from your incessant humping of her pillow, you knew you were absolutely fucked. You were caught breaking one of her rules and she was going to punish you.

She crawls on the bed and yanks the pillow out from between your bare legs, throwing it somewhere behind her and onto the floor.

You scramble up the bed until your back hits the headboard behind you, and apologies spill from your mouth.

“Agatha, I'm so sorry, I-”

“Is that how you address me?” She huffs and takes your hair in one of her hands, yanking your head close enough you could feel the humidity of her breath on your face.

“You fucked up, and I want you to address me properly, you brat. Who am I?”

She grabs your chin, not tightly, but firm enough that you can't turn your gaze away from hers. Agatha's eyes burn like a blazing inferno, but not out of rage. Her eyes reflect that of a woman who was equally pent-up with desire as you had been the past week. And the cerulean of her irises are nearly blown out by how dilated her pupils were.

“I'm sorry, Mommy. I tried to be a good girl!”

Your wife huffs in mock disbelief, and you can still smell the lingering traces of Starbucks on her breath. It's a smell you know so well due to how often you find her slaving away in the office downstairs.

“If you were a good girl, then you would have known better than to touch yourself, pet.”

She pulls you down by your thighs from the headboard slightly so your head is resting on the pillows. Her fingers softly glide and dance over your inner thighs, always stopping just short of your soaked folds before gliding back down. It was torture, and she knew what she was doing. She was the master of puppets, and by puppets, you were the only one stringed up in her web.

You roll your hips down to try and catch her hands, desperate for any sort of friction on your throbbing core.

“Mommy, please! Need your fingers inside of me!”

She smirks and trails her fingers to just grazing along your folds, and the ghostly touch makes your hips jump up.

“Do you think you deserve it? After all, you were a bad girl and broke one of Mommy's rules.”

A frustrated whine left your lips as she straddles your hips to keep you from squirming.

“Please, Mommy! I'll be a good girl. I promise!”, you whimper. It was an act of pure desperation, but it seemed to be enough for her because as soon as those words leave your mouth, her eyes darken and swirl with a hunger only you know you can satisfy. Her breathing is shallow and ragged as those same hungry eyes rake over your form, and she shimmies down your body until her face is eye-level with your groin.

You hook your thighs on her shoulders as her tongue delves in between your folds, licking a hot stripe up from your entrance to your clit, swirling circles around it, and then pulling away.

Her fingers replace her tongue only a moment later, pumping in and out of your quivering hole, desperate to bring you to your peak.

She wanted to punish you, but when she was sexually pent up for an extended period of time and then had you begging like that? She couldn't. Agatha needs this as much as you do.

Your g-spot was constantly being bumped by her fingers, the stimulation from it, and your overall neediness were bringing you to the edge faster than you expected. It was like a tsunami slowly rolling into the beach.

Agatha took note of this and navigated her mouth back to your clit to bring you over the waterfall. This woman always drank up your reactions and thrived to see you tumble over the precipice.

She was so consumed by your impending orgasm that she didn't even realize you had cum until she felt it gush all over her mouth. Her chin and mouth were dripping with the aftermath of said orgasm, and it only fueled her.

“Let me go get a towel to clean–” you start to move to the bathroom, but your wife stops you. She has a certain glint in her eyes, one that you're accustomed to by now.

“No,” she says firmly. “Its been too long since I've had you.” Agatha begins to undo her pants, and while she pushes them down, you can hear the unreleased desire in her voice as she speaks.

“It's Mommy's turn now.”