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[magistralucis]

@absolut--kurant!

[ahogedetective]

038, the beach in the late afternoon.

- hehe @91cmspoilers :3c

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@91cmspoilers !!!!!

It was nearing 6pm. By now, the sun's rays weren't nearly as harsh as earlier, much to the detective's relief. It meant he could enjoy a day on the beach even longer with Izuru: strolling through the beach, swimming, enjoying snacks at one of the pop up booths... everything was all the more fun, when Shuichi could do so with him.

And this time, he even joined him on a run! While he definitely wasn't faster than Izuru, Shuichi was still a pretty fast runner, so he made sure to at least keep up with him. They ran a pretty good stretch of the shore before stopping, in which Shuichi immediately drops to his knees on the sand. His legs were a bit sore and he was panting, but he didn't dislike it at all: in fact, he was laughing and smiling brightly as he looks up at him. "H-Hah...hoo! Ahaha...! O-Oh wow, I don't think I've ran so far through the sand like this, before! Th-That was fun...!"

That, and the cool breeze of the late afternoon brushing through his bangs, reminded him of how fun running through the sand and water really could be. He then reaches a hand up, so he can cup one of Izuru's in it, giving it a soft squeeze. "Today was a lot of fun, with you...! If you want... let's relax right here for a moment? The sunset will be here soon, and... this is a really pretty spot. I'd love to enjoy it with you..." His cheeks turn a light red as he says that. Plus, it was just them right now, in this area. They could have their nice little private time here...

[wildflowersandvibranium]

Muscle Memory : Chapter Six

Pairing: CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS Restaurant Owner Bucky Barnes x Cardiac Surgeon Female Reader Alternate Universe

Summary: In a town that never forgets , she thought she could hide the bruises behind a perfect smile and life. But someone from her past sees too much—and remembers everything. sorry its so vague just don't want to give too much away!

Word Count: 2.8k+

Chapter Warnings: Starts off super fluffy and nice then dips into - Emotional abuse & gaslighting , alcohol consumption , psychological trauma , victim-blaming , verbal threats/degradation , physical violence , mental health topics.

A/N: hey everyone! a new chapter in only two days eee. This one is a pretty rough one im sorry :( but this story does have a happy ending and i promise i will not steer you wrong! i hope you enjoy and take care of yourselves 💖

also next chapter is our halfway point and as a treat im posting the teaser for my new seriess im wiritng rn!! hehe

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If there was one thing that didn't change from the time Y/N knew Wanda Maximoff growing up to knowing her now , was that she was truly incapable of—no matter how she tried—keeping things especially parties small.

So , as the countdown to her and Vision's wedding crept closer and closer , it was inevitable that she'd find an excuse to throw a dinner party.

Not that anyone in their group minded. Especially not when it was hosted in this house.

Wanda and Vision’s place was an architectural day dream , a blend of sleek modern lines softened by vintage details. French styled windows framed the setting sun , and the interior glowed in amber hues. 

The walls were adorned with old and new framed book pages and antique sconces , one room effortlessly flowing into the next. 

An already pre prepared nursery sat quietly off to the right of the upstairs hall , already painted in soft sage and brown tones with a mobile of little animals and characters swaying in the air from the cool breeze of an open window. 

The library across from it was cozy , all dark reddish wood and muted velvet chairs , the air carrying hints of cedar and the waft of old novels. 

The dining room—well , the dining room was the crown jewel of the home: a long hand carved and made rustic table lit with strung lights and flickering floating candles in water-filled mason jars that adorned the table top , the exquisite centerpiece was made of freshly picked eucalyptus and peonies from Wanda’s garden.

It was intimate. Warm and familiar.

When arriving Y/N sat near the middle of the long table , Tyler right at her side arm tucked behind her back or snug to her waist , her hand clenched under the table in his too-tight grip he currently had on her. His palm hadn’t loosened once since they got in the car to head this way.

Directly cross from her sat Bucky. Sam and Inaya had taken their seats beside him , with Clint and Laura next down the lavish table. 

Everyone was deep in their own conversation , it bled into wedding talk , honeymoon destinations and plans and now a friendly dessert table debate.

Wanda , was in a soft black spring dress with a soft gray cardigan draped over her frame standing with an expensive wine bottle in one hand and a dish towel in the other , laughed as Vision brought over the last plate of food announcing:

“No one touch the roasted potatoes just yet,” she said firmly. “They need exactly four minutes to rest or I'll put a spell on you.”

That drew a collective laugh from all ends of the table and room.

Y/N smiled at the joke raising her glass and took a slow long sip of her wine.

If she was being honest , she didn’t even like the taste of wine. Not really. It was too dry and not her usual pick. But it gave her something to do with her hands that kept from making her cuticles bleed by her nervous picking. 

And the warmth it provided dulled the thrum of anxiety in her belly and veins that came with being seated at the same table as Bucky Barnes—with Tyler right next to her.

Bucky , for his part , had also loosened up with a glass of the red lquid. He rarely ever drank—ever cautious of his actions and , ever in control—but something about the mood , the dim flickering lights , the hum of shared memories made it feel safe to have a few sips or maybe a few glasses. 

Just for tonight , he told himself.

At some point during the chatter of lifelong friends and their spouses , the conversation had shifted. 

The newlyweds-to-be were asked about their honeymoon plans or if there were any.

“We’re going to Sicily ,” Wanda smiled , practically glowing as she leaned on Vision. 

“We found a tiny villa , no WiFi or distractions , just sun and lemon trees and Vision shirtless on a beautiful beach.”

Vision smiled modestly blushing at his soon to be wife's comment. “She makes it sound way better than it will be.”

“I don’t know about that Vision,” Inaya said , resting her chin on her hand. “I think it sounds like pure bliss and heaven.”

Sam groaned leaning back in his seat. “When can we go back to Europe again?”

“When someone gets a passport that hasn't been way expired,” she teased , “-and when that same someone doesn't keep leaving a child in my uterus.” 

Y/N laughed loudly with the group at that. 

Her head was beginning to feel a little light , her cheeks warm with that wine buzz. 

She wasn't drunk—yet—but she was definitely tipsy , her tongue was  looser, her chest less tight and angry. 

She’d poured herself a second full glass before the first was even fully empty.

Across the table , Bucky had started the conversation now ,  recounting and recalling the time they’d tried to build his family pet ,  a dog house together when they were about fourteen.

“No joke ,” he said , lifting his fork from his plate with emphasis, “she tried to nail the boards into a piece of wood that was warped and wasn’t even remotely usable.”

“I was testing the materials ,” Y/N defended herself , giggling.

“You then hit your finger with the hammer stumbling backwards landing right on your butt and screamed,” Bucky added, teasing her more and more, “but the only thing you broke was the sandwich you’d hidden from me in your back jeans pocket.”

Sam snorted. “Wait , she…you had a sandwich in your pocket?”

Y/N was full-on belly laughing now thanks to her lightheadedness and ease. “I always had snacks on me , okay? You can’t build memories on an empty stomach.”

The group laughed loudly with her. Even Wanda half in the conversation half , refilling glasses and snacking on roasted almonds , chuckled at her friend.

Tyler , however, sat utterly quiet.

Not smiling. Not speaking.

Almost seeming invisible.

The laughter around the table continued , flowing freely like the wine that was endless. 

Every shared story seemed to stretch back into a time when things were easier. When love didn’t quite hurt. When home wasn’t as dangerous.

Bucky noticed it. 

How Y/N leaned into those memories like a lifeline gripping onto them , her eyes brighter , her body and guard down and  looser. 

Her smile was more real than he’d seen in the weeks she had been back.

She looked at him across from the table , once or twice , longer than necessary but shorter than they both wanted.

 The kind of looks and glances old friends shared. 

The kind that said we’ve been through it. The kind that asked: Do you still remember who and how I am?

He did.

Of course he did.

She was still his girl , the one with the broken sandwich and scraped bloody knees , the one who memorized the stars and used sarcasm like armor. Even if she'd forgotten herself in the mirror Tyler made her use , he hadn’t. 

He couldn’t.

At one point, Bucky quietly pushed , sliding the cheese platter a little closer to her , seeing there were only a few of the smoked gouda slices left , knowing it was her favorite. 

She didn’t say thank you , didn’t need to. 

Their eyes met with a glowing smile on both of their faces. 

That was enough.

And Tyler had caught right on it.

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More wine was of course poured. Someone—probably Vision turned on soft jazz as it flowed through the house speakers. 

Dessert was offered and greatly accepted—mini chocolate tortes topped with cold fresh whipped cream.

Eventually , after Sam and Inaya said their goodbyes with Inaya having an early shift in the morning , and Sam , of course, insisted on escorting her out –they moved to the living room and started a simple game of cards. 

Something easy. Something casual. Fun.

Y/N was perched and settled on the couch legs tucked up underneath her , Tyler beside her , Bucky across parallel to the coffee table. 

The others fanned out around the room with drinks and some still with dessert still in hand.

 It was lighthearted , a little loud, and full of teasing jabs about who cheated at Uno and who hoarded all the wild cards.

But then as Clint placed a green four card…Y/N dropped Tyler’s hand.

She hadn’t even realized she’d done it. Her laughter from Bucky’s sarcastic comment about Clint’s bad hand still hung in the air when she just… let go.

Maybe it was her tipsy comfort. Maybe it was instinct clawing.

But the absence of her hand in his did not go unnoticed.

His grip had been controlling and sweaty. And when she let go, dropping it on the table in front of the others , that loss of the ownership he felt was everything.

Tyler’s jaw tightened hard, grinding his jaw. His hand found her bare thigh under the table and clamped down roughly , thumb pressing against the soft skin near her knee bruising the supple flesh there.

Y/N winced. Her back stiffened and jolted slightly.

And in that second—the laughter and safety faded from her eyes.

She tried to breathe normally. To smile. But the look Tyler gave her as she glanced from his grip on her to his gaze… it was the look of a man who would not forget this. 

Would not forgive it.

She felt instantly sick.

Across the table , Bucky's gaze sharpened , the mirth in his features cooling instantly. 

He’d seen the subtle wince. The flicker of fear.

His grip on his cards in hand tightened.

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When finishing the game after many , many long hectic rounds everyone began to bid their goodbyes , Tyler practically dragged Y/N out by her elbow the moment people were busy picking up and walking out. Not even allowing her to say goodbye to her friends.

The car ride home was deathly silent. Eerie.

The kind of silence that screamed without a word having to be spoken. 

That familiar eeriness clawed at her and made every mile on the way home stretch into an eternity.

She sat still , her body rigid and tight in the passenger seat. 

Her fingers trembled, shaking in her lap , curled twisting tightly together. 

She didn’t dare speak. Not with the way Tyler was gripping the wheel and in control of the moving vehicle , white-knuckled ,  his jaw locked and twitching under his skin. 

The muscle tick in his temple pulse and pounded in time with the rage she could feel radiating off him like a heatwave.

The second they turned into the driveway , her breath hitched.

She already knew , and accepted. Braced herself.

She didn’t need the slamming of the car door or the quick , pounding footsteps up the front porch to tell her this night would not end quietly.

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As soon as she stepped inside their home anc kicked her shoes off closing the door behind her, it began.

“You think I didn’t see you?” Tyler’s voice snapped like a whip. “You think I’m stupid?”

She flinched at his voice , recoiling slightly as he tossed his keys onto the table so hard they slid off and clattered to the floor. 

He was already pacing , hands gesturing wildly , words slurred just enough to show how much wine he’d also taken in. He definitely shouldn't have been driving.

“You were laughing. Laughing with him like I wasn’t even there,” he spat voice breaking. “You embarrassed me.”

“I wasn’t—Tyler, I wasn’t trying to—”

“Oh, don’t give me that innocent pathetic act now,” he snarled , getting in her face , breathing on her nose as she closed her eyes tight. 

“You were all over him with your stupid giggling and whispering and touching.”

“I didn’t touch him,” she said quickly trying to use her voice to soothe the storm beginning to spin out of control.

 “I was just being friendly. You know I haven’t seen Bucky in years , I was just catching up. That’s all.”

“Liar!” he roared.

Her knees buckled slightly at the volume. “Please… please don’t—”

He grabbed her by the wrist so fast she didn’t have time to react or move. 

“You don’t tell me what to do. You don’t get to act like some flirtatious little slut in front of all our friends and then lie to my face!”

“I wasn’t—” she tried , her voice cracking , the panic rising fast now, crawling up her throat like bile as hot tears pooled in her eyes. “I didn’t—Tyler, please—”

“You love him , don’t you?” he hissed then began to laugh dryly.

“That’s what this is. You’ve always loved him. You’ve never stopped. You were thinking about him the whole time we were there werent you. Every time you smiled, it was for him wasn't it…..”

“WASN'T IT?!” He shoved her hard , sending her backwards.

She hit the wall with a sickening thud , her shoulder scraping against the sharp edge of the doorframe and the picture above fell and shattered at her feet.

“Tyler!” she gasped , pain shooting down her back and head.

He stalked forward , his face twisted in pure fury. 

“You’re mine. Mine. You hear me? You’re lucky someone like me even wants you. You think he’d take you back after knowing what you’ve become?”

“I didn’t do anything—” she sobbed , trying to push herself up slipping on glass as it dug into her palms.

“You’re disgusting ,” he snapped. “God , you make me sick. Don’t forget who takes care of you. Don’t forget who loves you. No one else will. Not after finding out what you are.”

Her head spun , vision blurring with tears as they poured down her cheeks.

“I love you,” he said sharply , grabbing her jaw in his hand. “Say it back.”

She didn’t. Couldn’t just cry out sobbing, turning into an almost wheeze.

“SAY IT BACK!”

“…I love you,” she whispered , barely audible. 

Not because it was true—but because she was so and entirely afraid of him at that moment. 

He stared at her for a long moment scoffing as she kneeled before him.

Then he dropped his grip and stepped back like nothing had happened.

“I’m going to bed,” he muttered. “Don’t follow me.”

She didn't look up ; she stayed still on the floor, chest heaving.

The pain was spreading out now , her back , her shoulder , her cheek. 

She wasn’t sure where she’d been hurt the worst. Her body? Her heart? Mind?

Everything just ached.

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The silence after he left was impossibly louder than his screams had ever been.

She curled in on herself on the living room floor , her sobs barely making it past her throat. Her hand trembled as she reached for the throw blanket on the couch and pulled it down , wrapping it around herself.

And somehow, the worst part wasn’t even the pain , the blood or anything remotely physical.

It was the guilt.

Guilt that clung to her skin like lingering cigarette smoke. 

Because she’d laughed with Bucky. Because she’d let herself forget—just for a moment—what her life really was. Because when he looked at her like she was still someone worth caring about , she’d wanted to believe it.

She hated him–Bucky for it.

Because it made this hurt more. He had tricked her.

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Her fingers curled around the edge of the couch cushion as she dragged herself up , slowly , gingerly , her body sore and heavy. 

She winced feeling the glass in her knees and hands but just brushed off whatever she could off her skin and laid down pulling the blanket tighter around her shoulders , knees drawn to her chest.

She cried for a long time. Her voice was raw and missing.

And when she couldn’t cry or wince anymore , when her throat was gravelly and her face sticky flooded with tears , she stared at the ceiling fan as it spun.

As Tyler’s voice fills her mind.

“You’re mine.”

“No one else will love you.”

“He doesn’t want you.”

“He never did.”

And the worst part was—Some part of her believed it.

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[mosaickiwi]

Hi again! Hope you've been doing okay!

First off I just wanna say that you always deliver, I mean "Fall Unto Me"?? Four part+an epilogue of me being torn between wanting to baul my eyes out and wanting to melt into a puddle from the feels :')

But as for the request, could I ask for Angel and [REDACTED] redecorating his appartment? Getting rid of the gaudy furniture once and for all!

Don't forget to drink water and take breaks whenever you need to! My brain is also 105% filled with this skrunkly but the trick is to keep two neurons in a cell reserved for this >:] /silly

HEHE I’ve been ok! Hope you are too!! <3 thank u for appreciating my (deranged) brainrotting fic c: the suffering is my favorite part. I’m drinking lots of water cause summer hates my ass. 💖 Also sorry this is long I am clearly not winning at the "be normal" challenge.

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

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Redecorating

“This one?”

The dark haired man peered at the laptop in your hands for a long moment. “It's… nice.”

“Yes…? You called the last three couches nice, too. Any other thoughts?” You gently goaded your partner.

Choosing new furniture with [REDACTED] was supposed to be easy. You'd pick something, and he'd agree. Except you wanted it to feel like home for both of you. He didn't have to say the mushy, obvious line: as long as you were there, it was home. So progress was challenging with some things. You were sitting together on the current couch—the ugly, lifeless one that came with his apartment for some reason. 

His brow crinkled as he searched for different words. Those soft blue eyes went back and forth across the screen until he said, “It’s cozy yet functional.”

“Did you just summarize the description to me?”

He confessed to the crime with a sigh. “Angel, all I think when I look at it is you. And how cute you'd look sitting on it. Like y’do right now.”

“I'm always cute. Focus on the couch, please. Not me,” you insisted.

“No promises.”

“Let's see…” You had to find some way to get through to them. An idea came to mind that you knew he wouldn't like very much, but you had to try. “Pretend we're not dating. Or maybe I don't exist? You come home—don't make that face! I said pretend—so, you come home after a very terrible day and you see this couch. Is it nice then?”

[REDACTED] still made that face as he answered you. “Annoying as fuck to clean.”

It was progress. You didn't want to dwell on why that would be what they thought about after getting home. “Did the first one I showed you seem annoying to clean?”

“Mm... a bit.” They reached forward to change the webpage back for another look. “Y’never showed me these.” 

You leaned over to see what he was talking about. There were a few humongous bean bag chairs on the furniture wish list you’d made. “I just thought they looked fun to take a nap in. But I’m not sure we’d both fit, so it’d be silly," you explained and tapped the mouse to continue skimming through your other selections. “We can think about the couch later. I found some wall art that doesn’t look like it came from a dentist’s office.”

His eyes carefully followed the scrolling page until the bean bags disappeared at the bottom of the screen, but he didn’t protest.

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The new furniture had arrived—and been efficiently assembled by your boyfriend, despite your protest—while you were at the library, so you were excited to get home. [REDACTED] held one hand over your eyes as he unlocked the apartment’s door.

“I already know what all the furniture looks like, Ren.” Even so, you didn’t wave their hand away.

You could hear the door click as he guided you into the foyer. “I may have added a few extra things,” he hummed while you blindly struggled and failed to take off your shoes. “Actually… close your eyes f’me.”

“O—kayy?!” Just as you closed your eyes the floor slipped away under you, replaced by familiar arms cradling you to their chest. His quiet footsteps barely echoed against the marble as you got your wits about you. The living room wasn’t that far, so you were certain where he took you without seeing anything. You just didn’t know where exactly in the room.

They turned and came to a stop, rooted in place for a moment as if thinking to themself. “Y’gonna scream if I drop you?” 

“...Yes. Maybe.”

Without another word he let go. There wasn’t enough time to scream as you immediately landed against plush fabric with the faint crinkle of something below it. The fabric crinkled some more as you felt your shoes being taken off.

“Can I open my eyes yet?” you asked. You could already tell what one of the ‘extra things’ was. It felt like heaven.

“Sure, love.” Their voice was a little farther away than you expected. Probably from hurrying to put your shoes in the closet.

You found yourself nestled on one side of the room, with a perfect view of his handiwork.

A couch that was easy to clean, in a color you insisted he decide on, draped with a luxurious looking blanket that wasn’t in your list. A coffee table with rounded corners so they wouldn’t keep hitting their leg on it. Some wall art of Attack on Giants—with extra pieces from a show you sort of recognized, but definitely suited the man's tastes. A few shelves to show off merchandise from another of your favorites. And the enormous, navy blue bean bag he’d so rudely dropped you in moments ago.

Your darling hacker stepped in from the foyer and tossed their hoodie onto the new couch. “Everything good?” he asked, piercings pulling up in a smile.

“I think I love it.” Your eyes scanned the room again and eventually landed on the pictures. “And I love that you added your own stuff.” It didn’t seem to be a clone of your apartment that he just happened to live in, like you worried about. “What about you?”

“S’better than before. ‘Course, the best part is that I don’t have t’see some shitty couch when I open the door—I get to come home to you, trapped in a bean bag.” He stood up and walked over, eyeing you playfully from above. “Comfortable?”

You nodded, then immediately yelped when he fell forwards. Just before you were squished, he caught himself on tattooed arms, caging you in the crinkly, soft material. You only felt some of their weight on you like a heavy blanket. A soft laugh slipped past your lips as he got comfortable himself, clinging to you as best he could while you both sank further into the depths of the bean bag. It’d be impossible to get out.

You wiggled your legs, straining to even find the damn floor. No doubt a futile effort, you had to sigh, “At least we both fit on it."

[REDACTED] didn’t speak, already yawning from the exhaustion of setting everything up before meeting you at work. The walk to and from the library certainly didn’t do him any favors, either. In a matter of seconds, he was fast asleep in what surely felt akin to a nest, all four lanky limbs wrapped around you like a snake.

[sereia4skz]

to my favourite, sparkliest Yayaaaaaaaa~ 💖

I think I'm in trouble. And not just because I'm living with 8 ridiculously hot hybrid boys. I know, I know, you warned me this was a bad idea. I thought I was immune to their charms! LOOK HOW WELL I'VE RESISTED LIXXIE ALL THESE YEARS! 

Anyway, onto my fresh problem:

The foxy boy- Jeongin- he’s got the biggest cutest ears and the fluffiest tail and and and- yeah. I’m down bad. Worse, he definitely knows. I swear he’s mischief personified.

I keep catching him staring at my chest too- you know, the part of me I’m most insecure about? The things that cause me constant neck and shoulder pain?

I’ve been wearing my baggiest sweaters, but it’s not like I can really hide them…

AND THAT’S NOT EVEN THE WORST PART!?

You know that famous trope, aNd THeRe wAS oNLy ONe BeD? Well, reality has brought me one better:

There is only one bath here.

And the door doesn’t lock 💁‍♀️🤦‍♀️

There are showers and stuff, and everyone is very clean, but goddamn it my neck hurts and my shoulders hurt and my *brain* hurts from how hard I’m concentrating on not grabbing those ears and kissing that stupid smug grin off his face…

ARHGSOHOSIEHH>:AIDHJ>AUFHSUDHF:IAOJWD:NFDHBSDFLGYALEIUGFSBCAJKEYSMASHKEYSMASHKEYSMASH

I know, I know! I’m a walking, talking catastrophe. You can lecture me all you want when I get home, before I sell all my worldly belongings and go spend the rest of my days in a distant cave accessible only by a three day trek and guarded by Cerberus himself.

Please pray for my sanity (and my neck ache),

Love love love love love love love,

pixie

1k Followers Event | i could help

pairing: fox!Jeongin x fem!bigchested!reader

genre: smut

warnings: MDNI, fondling, tit fucking, jeongin calls reader noona once, cum eating (jeongin licks his and hers), just filth in the bathtub tbh

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Pixie!!

You are quite downbad it seems, everything I've heard about this boy seems evil, something is amiss even. 

I've told you before not to worry about your chest so much, you know I love it hehe~ Truly tho if you're feeling achy a nice bath and a nice massage could help. I'm just saying maybe fox boy could make himself useful.

Good luck~

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The bath was already half full when you finally sank into it with a sigh, water sloshing around your hips. The hot steam curled around your shoulders and kissed your damp skin, soothing the tight ache that lived in your back, right behind your shoulder blades, thanks to your overly generous chest.

You groaned softly, leaning forward in the tub to relieve some pressure off your spine, the weight of your breasts shifting heavily in the water.

“God, I need a chiropractor... or a new pair of boobs,” you muttered to yourself.

The door creaked open behind you, you paid it no mind, afterall you know it doesn't lock or close very well.

"Pretty sure Jeongin wouldn’t approve of that trade," came a low voice, mischievous and teasing.

You sat upright with a splash, water rushing around your body as you turned to glare over your shoulder. “Jeongin! Did you seriously sneak in?! ”

He leaned lazily against the frame, red-tinted ears flicking, tail curling with smug satisfaction. “Actually. Door doesn’t lock, so I'm not sneaking in” he said, stepping inside with zero shame. His sharp fox eyes glinted as he watched the way the water clung to your body, obscuring just enough to drive him wild.

You rolled your eyes. “I’m bathing, you perv. My back’s killing me.”

He came closer, crouching beside the tub, eyes traveling slowly from your damp shoulders to the roundness of your breasts barely submerged.

“You should’ve told me,” he murmured, voice dropping, “I’d have helped.”

You scoffed. “Helped? You? With what, rubbing fox balm on my spine?”

“No,” he said, voice a sultry purr now, fingers already slipping over the rolled towel at the edge of the tub. “Felix taught me a thing or two”

You didn’t resist when his hands found your shoulders, warm and firm. You sighed, surprised by how good his touch felt. His thumbs dug into the knots at the base of your neck, working in slow circles that had you relaxing in seconds.

“That’s it,” he said slowly. “Lean forward.”

You obeyed, elbows braced on the smooth ceramic rim of the tub, water shifting with your movement. His hands moved with expert rhythm, gliding down your shoulder blades, thumbs dipping into the tight muscles beside your spine. He pressed deeper, coaxing out tension with each careful motion.

“Mmm…” You let out an involuntary moan. “That actually feels amazing.”

“I know,” he murmured smugly, his lips near your ear. “Told you the other day, I’m good with my hands.”

But his hands… don't stay innocent for long. One slid lower, tracing the slope of your spine before creeping forward, fingers ghosting along the outer swell of your breast under the water.

“Jeongin…” you warned, breath catching.

“What?” His voice dripped with faux innocence. “Just adjusting my angle.”

You gasped softly as his fingers dragged over your nipple underwater, slow and teasing. He cupped one heavy breast in both hands, lifting it slightly, marveling at the weight.

“No wonder your back hurts,” he whispered. “They’re huge.”

You flushed, biting your lip. “Shut up.”

“I’m not complaining,” he grinned, giving one an appreciative squeeze. The warm water only made it more sinful, the way his fingers slid over your slick, sensitive skin. He thumbed your nipple, rolling it until it peaked, while his other hand found its twin and did the same.

“You’re so sensitive,” he teased, breath hot against your neck. “Bet you could cum from this alone.”

“Jeongin!”

Before you could finish scolding him, he scooped you out of the water in one smooth move, strong arms cradling you to his chest. You squealed in surprise, wet and dripping, your thighs slick against his abs.

He laid you down on the thick bathroom rug, his body hovering over yours.

“You looked too pretty all wet to leave you in the tub,” he said, kneeling between your legs.

His length already out, hard, flushed and twitching. He wrapped his hand around it, giving it a slow stroke as he looked down at your glistening, water-slick body with hunger in his eyes. He pressed it between your breasts, guiding them around his cock with eager hands. You arched beneath him, water-slick cleavage enveloping him completely. 

“Shit... look at this,” he breathed, guiding your tits around his cock with both hands. “Fucking perfect.”

His cock slid between your tits, each stroke making your nipples pebble again from the friction and heat. You held your breasts together, letting him rut into the softness of your chest, precum smearing across your skin.

“God, yes, just like that. Fuck, baby, you make this feel so good,” he hissed, hips rolling slowly. “So soft… so warm… this was made for me.”

His fingers lazily teased over them with every few thrusts, pinching and tugging between his strokes.

“You like this?” he asked roughly, panting. “You like letting me fuck your tits like a needy little pillow for my cock?” 

You breathe out a broken moan.

“Look at you,” he growled, eyes dark with lust. “All flushed and messy… Fuck, I could cum just looking at your pretty tits bouncing like that.”

Jeongin's head tilted back, a low growl vibrating from his chest. He quickened his pace, the wet slap of his hips meeting your chest echoing in the quiet bathroom. His rhythm grew wild, desperate, his abs tensing as the pressure built. With a sharp groan, his head fell back and he came hard, thick ropes spilling over your chest and collarbone, hot and heavy on your skin. His hands trembled slightly as he milked out the last spurts, panting, his cock still twitching between your breasts.

But even as his breath heaved, a smirk played on his lips.

“You look so good like this,” he rasped, running two fingers through the mess and dragging them up to your lips. “Covered in me.”

But he wasn’t done.

His mouth descended immediately, tongue lapping up the mess he'd made. 

"Innie! Wait, that's nasty!" you yelped, trying to squirm away.

He smirked against your skin, licking a stray drop off your collarbone with exaggerated slowness. “Nasty?” he repeated, voice thick with amusement. “You were just moaning while I fucked your tits, and this is where you draw the line?”

You slapped at his shoulder, only for him to grab your wrist and pin it above your head playfully. “I’m serious! You just came all over me and now you’re- ugh! You’re eating it?!”

Jeongin snorted, licking his lips. 

“You’re such a menace,” you huffed, cheeks flushed.

“And you’re such a tease,” he shot back, letting your wrist go only to cup one breast again, flicking your nipple with his tongue. “Strutting around with these perfect tits, taking long, wet baths with the door unlocked. You were begging for me to come in.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, sure. My aching back was me flirting.”

“Well,” he purred, dragging kisses down your stomach now, “your tits were flirting. They called to me.”

“They did not!” you gasped, both scandalized and laughing.

“They were like, ‘Jeongin, help us… we’re so heavy and lonely!’” he mocked in a high-pitched whisper, then groaned in his regular voice, “And I couldn’t not answer that cry for help.”

You bit your lip, trying not to grin, but it was impossible. “You’re actually crazy.”

“Crazy for you?” he offered with a wink.

You rolled your eyes again but before you could sass back, he slid lower, parting your thighs again with practiced ease.

“But you’re gonna thank me when I’m done,” he added, eyes locked on yours.

“Cocky.”

“Confident,” he corrected, mouth ghosting over your inner thigh. “And about to make you scream louder than you did in the bath.”

“Jeongin.”

“I’m already down here, noona. Might as well give your other lips some attention too.”

Your breath hitched. “You’re impossible.”

“Uh-huh. And you’re dripping, let me taste you,” he said with a wicked grin, diving back in before you could protest.

His tongue found your folds, long and slow at first, savoring, before you even think to answer. Then he licked deeper, faster, tongue curling against your clit with maddening precision. His hands kept you open and grounded while you bucked against his mouth, your fingers gripping his ears, his wet hair, anything.

“Jeongin- f-fuck–!”

He groaned into you, sucking your clit between his lips and shaking his head just enough to send tremors through your entire core. Your body tensed under him, thighs quivering, your back arching in desperate pleasure.

He didn’t stop until you shattered completely, cumming on his face with a strangled cry. Your thighs clamped around his head, your body jerking with aftershocks as he kept licking, lazily now, just enjoying the way you pulsed against his tongue.

Finally, he pulled back, chin slick, eyes blown wide.

“Now that,” he smirked, “is how you take care of back pain.”

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[viperify]

CONGRATS ON 1K!!!!! that's truly such an awesome accomplishment 💖💖💖 i thought i'd come sit in the dating booth🤭

I'm a slytherin, an Aquarius (a january one if that makes any difference to you), i think my ideal date is going on a nice walk in the rain where we share an umbrella and a pair of headphones, just a nice romantic walk.

(now it's time for me to finish your moodboard since i'm finally home hehe)

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☔︎︎ Walking In The Rain.

A/N: hiii sweetheart!!! Thank you so so much for requesting! I love youuuuuuu 💋 You sat in the dating booth—and Draco came to join you!!! Hope you enjoy this. <33 I fell asleep before I got to finish this so… late night post :33

.ᐟ.ᐟ yall should definitely also check out her celebration!!!

A chilly breeze tingles against your skin as you reach to close the foggy window of your bedroom. It’s been raining for days now, thunderstorms keeping you awake at night—the heavy downpour and wind making it nearly impossible for you to even fetch the Daily Prophet from right outside your front door.

“It’s calmed down a little,” a familiar voice rings from behind you, and you turn around to face your boyfriend instead of mindlessly staring outside into the vast gardens of Malfoy Manor.

He looks rather rough—blonde hair all disheveled and wet, rain soaking through his coat.

You raise a brow at him. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, love.” He reassures, closing the distance between you two to place a kiss on top of your head. “We could go for a walk, if you’d like. I notice how much you miss going outside.”

One quick glance towards the window later, and you agree. The harsh sound of rain lashing against the window has turned into something softer, single droplets now falling onto the glass in a gentle rhythm.

Draco waits for you as you get dressed, taking your hand in his and leading you down the main hall of the huge manor you are lucky enough to live in.

Before you step outside, he conjures an umbrella big enough to fit the both of you under it. “If we head towards the botanical garden up north, the wind won’t harm us as much. Is that alright, sweetheart?” He asks, his softened blue eyes checking in with you.

“Yes,” you reply, lips curving into a soft smile. “That’d be great.”

As soon as you leave the safety of your shared home, the intense smell of wet grass and damp soil is thick in the air. The earthy scent filled your senses, wrapping around you as if it were a comforting blanket.

As soon as you leave the safety of your shared home, the intense smell of wet grass and damp soil thick in the air, the earthy scent filling your senses, wrapping around you as if a comforting blanket.

Slowly, you make your way through the estate. Rain gently tapping against your umbrella, water splashing beneath your shoes with every step you take.

You’re heading to the Malfoys’ private botanical garden—a greenhouse filled with exotic plants, both magical and non-magical. Draco has told you countless times about all the different kinds of special plants they own, showing you each and every one of them. 

And he would only ever tell you the Latin names—the countless Victoria amazonicas in the pond, the Gloriosa superba his mother loves, or the Nelumbo nucifera that he always tells you are just as beautiful as you.

From your pocket, you retrieve a pair of wired headphones, connected to an iPod—something Draco bought for you a few years ago when visiting London. Which you now wouldn’t ever want to miss again—music becoming a safe haven, a way to shut the world out when you needed to.

You hand him one of the buds. “Do you mind if we listen to some songs?”

“Of course not,” he answers. “I’d love to.”

For you, he’d do anything, after all.

So, as he walks you through the garden, stopping here and there to show you the newest additions since you’ve last visited—all Latin names, of course—you’re accompanied by your favourite artists and songs. 

And suddenly, life is not so dull anymore with him and music by your side.

thank you for reading! feel free to reblog and leave feedback <3 — masterlist. | 1k celebration. <- event masterlist.

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Lessons of the Heart (Ch.2) 📚💖

Chapter 2: Little do you Know

Single Dad!Miguel x Teacher!FReader

Summary: Being a father is not easy, and even less so when he is single. This is Miguel O'Hara's life, who has raised his daughter Gabriella alone after her mother's abandonment. Everything has been extremely difficult and challenging, especially now that they have to start over in a new neighborhood. Miguel barely has time for anything else besides his daughter and his job… everything changes a bit when he meets his daughter's teacher: you.

CW: different POV, mentions of bullying and xenophobia, mild angst, sad children, blaming, mentions of OF, Miguel is kinda shitty, not use of Y/N, only a last name, mentions of nudity. (Let me know if I forgot something, pls)

Divider by: @cinemabeans

A/N: Finally, after long weeks I am able to bring you the update of my crazy fanfic. A thousand thanks to all the people who commented, reposted and most of all, interacted <3 it means a lot to me that you've been so kind to me. I was scared to death and anxious, but I know I count on very nice people to bring this idea forward that little by little is taking shape hehe. Take care and see you next time!

As always, thanks a lot to @miss-tarja , who had been helping me to improve and also, she has giving me advice in order to be a better writer and oc, to keep writing this fanfic 💚

The long hallway felt longer and colder than it really was. Both girls felt as if the floor might disappear beneath their feet.

How many children get sent to the principal’s office on their first day of school? Many.

But because of a fight? Very few.

Gabriella and Emily kept their little hands intertwined, as if they were walking through a dark and cold place, and their only light was each other.

Her brown eyes stared at Emily, who walked while looking down at her feet. Then, she looked at your back — your ponytail swinging rhythmically with your steps.

You hadn't been cruel or cold. However, the girls needed to explain themselves. They probably deserved a small "punishment," just like the other 5th grade children.

Finally, they reached the huge door with a sign that read "PRINCIPAL".

Gabriella swallowed hard and squeezed Emily’s hand again — and Emily did the same.

His leg bounced the whole day. Since Miguel was called by a woman from Gabriella's school, he hadn't felt calm.

He had spilled his mug of coffee over the desk by accident. He had missed his lunch time.

It was incredible how nervous and upset he was. 

"Your daughter was in the middle of a slight bullying incident."

"We need to have a word once the classes are done."

Those were the words he could remember from that calling. Probably the principal or a secretary.

He took a deep breath and looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost time and Gabriella will finish her classes for today and he must go for her. 

But now... his priority is to find out what happened. Why was Gabriella taken to the principal's office on her first day at school?

“Canija…”

Miguel mumbled and while he turned off his computer, he gathered his belongings.

The road towards the school had been eternal, but he was almost there. Miguel saw the huge building from afar and the many parents waiting for their children. He parked his car and with firm steps, Miguel walked to school.

He didn’t know why he was so worried.

He was afraid of failing as a father.

It was threatening for him thinking that perhaps he wasn’t “perfect” as people at college or in his old job claimed.

Slapping himself mentally, he decided to push all those insecure thoughts out for now and focus entirely on seeing what mess his daughter had gotten herself into.

With the help of the receptionist, who escorted him to the office, Miguel entered a large, well-lit room. At first glance, it didn’t look like a traditional office. It was more like a common room divided by cubicles. In one corner, there was a small table with several chairs around it, probably used for quick meetings or students to wait. Near the back, there was a cubicle a little larger than the rest, with a neat desk and, on the wall behind it, the school’s emblem hung proudly.

Inside that room were several adults, who appeared to be the parents or caregivers of the other children involved. However, that was the least of Miguel’s concern at the moment.

Miguel just wanted to know how Gabriella was and what had happened.

“Papito…” 

Gabriella’s soft, trembling voice reached his ears. The girl, together with another little girl with braided hair, was sitting on a bench.

Miguel walked steadily towards them, feeling the judgmental stares of the adults present.

“Gabi, what happened?”

“Papito, I swear it wasn’t my intention-”

“Gabriella, you know we don't keep secrets not lie to each other. I need you to tell me why I'm being called here." his voice was severe and soft at the same time.

“Papito, yo-”

“It’s your first day of school, Gabriella”

“I know, dad. But… they started to mess with me. They told me I was a spic… and then they started to mess with Emily too.

Miguel looked at the girl with braids. Her freckled cheeks were red, as were her eyes. He also noticed that she and Gabriella were holding hands.

Then everything started to fall into place…

But something kept bothering him. Where were the adults? The teachers? Why didn’t anyone intervene before those children insulted both girls? There were supposed to be teachers watching, responsible adults taking care that the children didn’t get into trouble.

Trying to remain calm, he turned his focus back to his daughter.

“¿Le dijiste a tus profesores?”

Gabriella nodded.

“Si, pero la directora dijo que no había sido la manera…”

Miguel sighed for what felt like the hundredth time and nodded.

He hadn’t liked that call from the school staff one bit.

“Thank you for coming here, dear parents," said the principal—a tall, slender woman with sharp gray eyes and short, straight hair. She was a very elegant woman. “As we explained by phone, your children were involved in a bullying incident, which we cannot tolerate. It was only the first day of school, and the children were already displaying inappropriate behavior."

The parents were there with their respective children.

Even you were present, perhaps to give your point of view on what had happened.

“According to our teacher, Miss Hayes, she witnessed Miss O'Hara pushing young Davis. Miss Veronica was going to respond, but she intervened.” the woman read the report she had written previously that meeting.

Miguel felt his blood boil and tightened his grip slightly on Gabriella's shoulders. But he wasn't angry at her—he was angry at that teacher.

“However," the woman continued, “according to Emily's testimony, they were sitting quietly when Daniel Davis and company came over to bother them and said very mean things. Is that correct, Emily?”

The little girl with braids nodded.

“Very well," the principal said, placing the document report on her desk.

“While we don't tolerate bullying in any form, we will also not accept offensive or xenophobic comments.”

A blonde woman sitting next to the girl Veronica interrupted.

“Excuse me, Principal. You know how children are. They're at an age where they experiment and… well, being around children who are different from us… tends to—"

“Mrs. Clark..." you said in a tone that clearly meant “Watch what you're about to say.”

“With all due respect, Mrs. Clark. Xenophobic comments are not just childish behavior. And I repeat, it is something we will not tolerate.”

The blonde woman fell silent, though her eyes showed she wanted to say more.

“As you know, this can't go unpunished. According to our rules, this is grounds for temporary suspension.”

The children looked at one another, and Gabriella and Emily did the same.

“However, since it's the first day of classes, we've decided they will only receive a small punishment. It will be determined by each homeroom teacher. Daniel, Veronica, Marcus, and Tobias will be handled by Mr. Evans. Gabriella and Emily by Miss Hayes.

Miguel felt like he could breathe again and nodded. Gabriella also calmed down a bit. She was frustrated and sad.

“Please wait outside. I need to speak with Mr. O'Hara in private.”

All the adults, including you, left the office. However, you couldn’t ignore how intently those red eyes were fixed on you.

You didn’t know if it was resentment… or prejudice.

Once outside, you took both girls to a more secluded spot. They were a bit shaken and needed to get away from that environment.

You wanted to say something to Gabriella. When you saw her for the first time, you thought it would take a long time for her to open up and even start talking to her. Yet, even though she had just met Emily, she stood up for her against the bullying. 

That said a lot about her.

“Well,” you said, and both girls looked at you. “Now I’ll have to think of a punishment for both of you. Why do you two have to cause trouble on the very first day of school, hm?” 

The girls giggled a bit at your comment. You really tried to be stern, but with Gabi and Emily, it was hard. They were just too sweet…

“But, are you okay now?"

They both nodded at the same time, one more confidently than the other.

After spending a while talking to them, the three of you heard heavy footsteps. Firm, angry ones—like those of a giant.

“Papito…”

You turned and saw that tall, handsome man, but his face was clouded with anger. His eyes, burning red, seemed to glow with rage.

“That’s enough, Gabriella. We’re going home,” his voice was firm and cold, enough to send a chill down your spine.

“But, Dad—”

“Enough, Gabriella. Go to the car, now,” he said in the same authoritarian tone, leaving no room for argument.

The girl stood up, waved goodbye to Emily, and gave you one last glance before walking down the hallway.

However, Miguel didn’t follow her right away...

His fierce, burning gaze fell on you with such intensity it left you breathless.

“And you, teacher…”

Oh, no...

“What kind of school is this? Where are the adults when younger kids are being bullied by older ones? Why do you only react when someone fights back?”

His voice boomed through the room like thunder, as if the very air shrank with each word.

“Mr. O'Hara, this school has over five hundred students. We do everything we can, but sometimes it’s impossible to be everywhere at once,” you tried to explain as calmly as possible, even as you felt the lump forming in your throat.

But he didn’t seem willing to listen.

“Then maybe you should reconsider if this is your calling. The title of 'teacher' is too big for you, miss.”

His words weren’t shouted, but they hurt more than if they had been. They struck your chest like arrows, piercing a shield you hadn’t even realized you were wearing.

Why did they hurt so much, coming from someone who barely knew you?

You took a deep breath, swallowing the pain.

“I ask you, please, to choose your words carefully. You are in front of your daughter. What happened today was unfortunate, and no one is justifying Gabriella’s reaction. But we also can’t ignore what led her to that point.”

“And I'm asking you to do your job. That’s why you are being paid.” 

Miguel clenched his jaw, his eyes still burning with anger. For a moment it looked like he might say something else, but instead he gave you one last sharp look before turning and walking silently down the hallway, where Gabriella waited for him.

And when they disappeared, the air seemed to return to the room— but you were no longer the same.

“That man was really mean to you…”

Emily’s soft voice brought you back to the present. You looked down and saw her there, so small, so sincere. Her fingers nervously fidgeted with one of her braids, and her eyes watched you with concern.

You gave her a tired but genuine smile, and gently patted her head, feeling how that simple gesture soothed something inside you.

“It’s been a very long day, little one. Let’s go home, okay? You said you wanted to stop by for your colored pencils. Remember?”

At the mention of that, her face lit up with pure, contagious joy. Her eyes sparkled, and her smile was like sunshine after the storm.

“Then let’s go, let’s go! Hurry!" she said excitedly, clinging tightly to your hand.

The two of you left the school together, leaving behind the stares, the noise, the words that still stung.

And as you walked toward the street, hand in hand, you thought that even if you can’t always protect your students from the world’s injustices…

…for that little girl, you would do anything to keep her safe.

Her smile—sad, but sincere—was worth everything.

The beautiful smile of your little sister.

The ride home was completely silent. Gabriella stared out the window without saying a word, and Miguel kept both hands firmly on the steering wheel, his brow still furrowed.

He was still upset. With the school stuff. With the teachers. With the other parents. Leaving Mexico was supposed to be the first step toward a better, calmer life. A life where his daughter could be safe, grow up happy, without having to worry about things like this.

And now? Everything seemed to have fallen apart on the very first day.

“I'm truly sorry for what happened today," the principal had said in a calm voice, trying to ease the tension. “This afternoon, I reviewed Gabriella's records that we requested from her previous school. Good grades, excellent behavior, talent in sports—especially soccer—and an advanced English level.”

She flipped through a few pages inside a folder labeled in bold letters: O'HARA, G.

“We don’t believe she acted with bad intentions, as some parents have suggested,” the woman continued. “But, as we explained, pushing another student is not the right way to handle a situation, no matter how unfair it may seem.”

Miguel could only nod. His eyes lingered a moment longer on his daughter’s name written on the folder, and inside he felt a mixture of guilt, helplessness, and anger.

“We just need you to talk to her. She's a good girl—it's clear to see. We believe this might have happened out of nervousness or fear from being in a new place. We want to support her… and help her feel like part of our school.”

Once again, Miguel nodded. He had no words. There was a lump in his throat that not even his anger could dissolve. He felt frustrated with everyone... the principal, the judgmental parents, the teacher who hadn’t acted in time.

Even with himself.

“I will, ma'am. And believe me, I deeply regret that this happened. It hasn’t been easy for her… none of this process has been.”

The principal nodded silently, with an expression that, for the first time, seemed genuinely understanding.

Miguel glanced at his daughter through the rearview mirror. She was still staring blankly out the window. Just like that morning—quiet and withdrawn.

“Gabi?"

The girl looked at him briefly through the mirror.

“Mi niña, I'm so sorry your first day turned out like this. I promise it was just a small stumble. Tomorrow will be a new day, and everything’s going to be fine, I promise," he said with a smile, trying to convince Gabi that everything was okay.

Trying to convince himself that everything was okay...

“You were very harsh with Miss Hayes…”

Miguel sighed, keeping his focus on the road.

“Gabriella, those kids were bothering you, and she only reacted after you defended yourself.”

“Yeah... but I wanted to defend Emily. She looked really sad, papito..."

Miguel opened his mouth to reply, but no words came out. He stayed silent, touched by his daughter’s tenderness. That kind of pure empathy… something he wasn’t sure he’d ever fully learned.

“Sad?”

“Yeah... and she told me she doesn’t have a mom…”

What?

Had that little girl also lost her mother?

“Is she new? An orphan, or…?

Gabi shook her head.

“No. She’s been here since kindergarten… and she only told me a little about her bigger sister.” Gabi explained.

Miguel nodded, eyes still fixed on the road.

A brief silence settled between them.

“Papito?”

“Yes?”

“Do you think... Emily will want to sit with me tomorrow too?”

Miguel looked in the rearview mirror once more. His daughter didn’t look so dim anymore. There was a tiny light in her eyes—a little spark of hope.

“I’m sure she will, sweetheart. And this time, everything’s going to be just fine…”

And as the car drove down the tree-lined street, Miguel allowed himself to breathe a little easier.

Because despite everything… his little girl was still brave. And that, he thought, was a good start.

It was a bit late that night. After helping Emily wash up and brush her teeth, she went to her bedroom.

Of course, after all that high energy from finally getting her new box of colored pencils, she fell asleep almost immediately, tightly hugging her stuffed unicorn.

You turned on her salt lamp on the nightstand, and after looking at her lovingly, you gently closed the door.

You sighed, letting the exhaustion show on your face for just a few seconds, and checked the time on your phone.

10:19 PM.

You still had a few minutes left…

You went to the bathroom and started putting on your makeup in front of the mirror. Eyeliner that defined your gaze, subtle but effective eyeshadow, and a lipstick that made your lips look more alive, more confident… even though you knew none of it really protected you.

Then, you went to your room and began to strip for the day. You took off your sweater and pants, leaving the routine behind. With a small key that you kept on your bedside table, you opened the chest at the foot of your bed. Inside, a small universe of wigs, fabrics and outfits carefully selected to give life to other versions of yourself.

You chose a deep red outfit, the color of passion and determination. You paired it with a black bob wig, elegant and mysterious, that framed your face with a new identity. On your lips, you applied a deep, vibrant red, which contrasted with the softness of your skin.

The top was a semi-transparent bra, slightly exposing your breasts and nipples. The thong embraced your waist and ass, looking great on you. You looked in the mirror you had in a room and once you were convinced, you proceeded with the following.

You put on the black wig, combed it and finally, you were ready. You looked like a completely different person.

In front of the mirror, you observed yourself carefully.

It wasn’t a costume… It was part of the ritual. Part of what allowed you to make it to the end of the month.

You made sure your door was closed and locked.

Taking a deep breath, you turned on your computer.

The seconds it took to start felt eternal.

Your fingers moved automatically, typing the website’s address. Right before logging in, you paused. Another breath. And one more. It was your way of reminding yourself that you were in control… even if it didn’t always feel that way.

The mouse arrow clicked “Start live.” The camera turned on. You saw yourself on the screen: confident, ready, radiant. However, you always made sure that your face was not visible. They only saw your lips, your nose... half of your face completely unknown to the people on the other side of the screen.

The view count started rising slowly. Names piled up in the chat. Greetings, emojis, comments.

Then you smiled, letting go of the weight of the day. As if it were a layer of dust you could shake off for a few hours.

“Welcome to everyone who's joining. Very good evening, handsome ones…”

Your voice sounded sweet, confident, as if that other you—the teacher responsible for shaping young minds, the sister loved and admired by a little girl—didn’t exist at that moment.

It was just you. The one who reinvented herself each night to avoid falling apart.

And suddenly, you weren’t thinking about how hard the day had been.

You were thinking about Emily, asleep and safe… and about how tomorrow, you’d get up again—for her.

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Thank you very much for reading this far😭✨️

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[luciaintheskyainthi]

HI HOW ARE YOU, i promised i would be here, i come from "An even keel"

I love this, I could read a thousand chapters and one from each family member, it never happened (i said that fine? English its still difficult, sorry for some wrong sentences here, 😞) to me that they could be even more sincere about loving each other from another perspective, the unconscious gestures and jayyy (pookie)

I found it so much fun that dick had such different ideas of who Jason is, it reminded me of what i think its the last chapter of ecm when he believes his brother could turn Peter into a weapon, and its when jay replies that dick thinks it's like he sees his brother for the first time. And I was also offended at the same second as Jason, man, how can you believe that about him? You're DEAF??? But its okay, its fictional, i have to calm down, HAHA, no

Don't you see the whole point that Jason has always tried to make? I was also a little stubborn when I saw that he don't find Peter attractive, and i agree with steph of his painful heterosexuality, BUT MAN-

I want to believe he thinks that it's because peter was just starting to feed himself, taking shape, deep into the trauma, I remember that near this range of chapters he was described emaciated and thin, so I want to forgive dick that Peter has nothing particularly special, but I'm glad when I remember that also in this range of chapters and later, Jason always sees nice things in Peter, deer eyes, freckles, and I know, I don't remember exactly the words or the exact chapter, but I put my hands in the fire and swear that Jason described Peter's physique as well as empathically (from seeing him malnourished) noticed and called him openly attractive, still denying any feeling or directly disregarding it yet, and still, seeing Peter with good eyes, and burying me with that idea. After all, I imagine Jason saying, "I have to like him, not you."

And i am here fighting with dick and you are the author HAHA but i continue

Also, i am not saying that dick its bad or something, i am just a team jason, anyways

And dick comparing Peter to artemis and the other girls, that was an amazing detail in dick's character, i continue arguing, HOW DARE YOU DICK GRAYSON-

He literally said "that powerful goddess artemis, and, this guy, this creature" sounds so STRAIGHT, and it also made me laugh

I think thats all(? But i'll probably come back 🦅

I thought about commenting on this in the fic on ao3, but i started to write more and more, and i want to share this with you here

Have a good day 💗 (i hope k have fed the muse haha)

I'm not gonna lie, your outrage at Dick not finding Peter attractive has made me cackle for a while now. ��� But as you say, it's Jason that's gotta like Pete, not Dick hehe

I think the chapter you're referring might be chapter 15? The cuddle chapter:

Jason pulled back so Peter did too, offering Jason a sleepy smile before looking out at the city. The night hugged the slowly refilling contours of his cheeks and his long, thick lashes. The expression in his dark eyes was unreadable, but Jason’s gut swooped at the sight. Beautiful, a traitorous voice offered. He looked away and focused on Peter’s slowly warming weight in his lap.

Augh I loved that scene ☠️ Fun fact, the original chapter name for that chapter was "Don't think about the eyes don't think about the eyes don't think about the-- shit". Then I wrote the additional scene to the chapter (the one at the start) and the chapter name changed to fit hehe.

Thank-you for your lovely ask, you have indeed fed the muse well 💖💖💖🍽️

[fruittt-punchhh]

Pop My Cherry!

all parts

Synopsis: your dad’s best friend is none other than Toji Fushiguro, and you can’t help but wonder what he could do with his hands.

Characters: Toji Fushiguro x reader. Choso Kamo is mentioned, not a major part of the story.

Content: Minors Do Not Interact! afab! reader, fem! reader, dad’s best friend! Toji, suggestiveness, cursing, inexperienced (ish) reader, reader is a virgin but has done things ya know, reader smokes weed, alcohol usage, pet/affectionate names, no smut yet 🫶

Word Count: 2.2k-ish

Notes: friends!!! This is my first ever smut! Pls be nice🫶 if you have any suggestions, comments, advice, PLEASE feel free to let me know!! I hope you enjoy hehe. (filthy smut if you’re down for that in pt. 2 trust) excuse any typos, proofread a bunch but I’m also human. 💖

It had been a terribly long week already, and it was only Thursday. You were on spring break from university, and you had spent most of the week catching up on overdue assignments.

You were staying with your father, as well as your brother, and your father’s best friend. He had a condo at the beach that wasn’t too far from your university, so it worked out well.

You had just finished your final essay for philosophy 200, closing your laptop with a snap! as you rub your eyes. It was nearing 3:30 a.m. but you still felt so much residual stress from the paper. You had a joint ready and waiting for you, and a hit or two couldn’t hurt, right? Enough so you could relax, maybe grab a snack, and hit the hay. You open your bedroom window, creeping out onto the balcony to let your worries fade away.

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You throw your leg over the window sill, trying to keep your balance. You lowkey had the munchies so you head to the kitchen before you retire for the night. Until you are met with a surprise.

Your father’s friend (you think his last name was Fushiguro?) has been gone all week for “work”. You noticed him coming in at odd hours of the night, looking worse for wear.

“What are you starin’ at, doll?” Toji says as he looks for a shirt in the laundry room.

You feel your cheeks turn red as you try to quickly avert your eyes. You wore nothing but a large t-shirt as you crept into the kitchen, hoping you wouldn’t wake your father.

You thought you heard Toji come in maybe an hour earlier, but you couldn’t know for sure. Here he stood, fresh out of the shower with nothing but a small towel wrapped around his waist. His dark hair was dripping down his back and he still looked as if he was radiating heat from the shower he just took (or was that you?) It was all of a sudden much too warm in the kitchen for your liking.

“S-sorry, I was just grabbing a snack. I’ll be quick,” you stammer. You had only ever seen Toji a few times, and you didn’t remember him to be this… attractive? You didn’t know if that was even the right word. In this moment, you felt attracted to him, sure. But you also felt small and helpless. As if he could pierce through you with his gaze alone. You truly didn’t mean to stare, but you also didn’t expect anyone else to be in the kitchen at 4 a.m., either.

He interrupts you with a smirk, “What’s the rush? It’s y/n, right? Grab me a beer out of the fridge while you’re at it, girl”

If you thought your cheeks couldn’t be any redder, you were wrong. You felt the crimson blush cover your ears as you turned around to look for a beer in the fridge. There was a (beer brand here) in the back on the bottom shelf. You tried to bend at your knees as to be discreet, but you could have sworn you heard Toji clearing his throat as you did so.

Toji slipped on a pair of black boxer briefs as you grabbed him a beer like the sweet girl you are. He felt as if the wind was knocked out of him when he saw you bend down, searching the fridge for his drink. Call him crazy, but he could’ve sworn you weren’t wearing any panties. He quickly ran the towel through his hair, trying to ignore the rush of blood he felt surging to his dick.

You grabbed the beer, as well as an apple for yourself. You walked over to Toji, and he took the beer from you with a ‘thanks’. He popped off the cap with his molars and took a big swig. You watched as the beer dripped down his chin and over his adam’s apple. You also noticed the scar covering his pretty lips.

Your eyes wandered as he finished his beer surprisingly quickly. He would usually come home covered in a mixture of dirt, sweat, and sometimes blood. Apparently, underneath the dirt and grime was a body that was sculpted by the gods. Everything about him was so big. His huge tits pecs and his ripped abdomen. His biceps were bigger than your head and his hands, oh god, his hands. They were riddled with callouses and he had short, bitten nails. His fingers were so thick and you started to imagine what it would be like to feel them on your body.

Your temperature rose as the lewd thoughts entered your mind. This is your father’s best friend! Although he was a a few years younger than your dad, he was still much too old for you. Not only that, but you were still (unfortunately) a virgin. And not for a lack of trying! You were double majoring in psychology and philosophy, so most of your limited leisure time was spent smoking to relax, or hanging out with your small group of friends on the weekends. Sure, you had masturbated plenty of times, and you’ve given the occasional blowjob. But you’ve never quite found the right person at the right time to go all the way with. You never cared much about the label ‘virgin’ until now, feeling like you might have been missing out.

Now, you were standing in the kitchen in the early hours of the morning thinking about what this man could do to you with just his fingers. The thought alone had you squeezing your thighs together, trying to give yourself any relief from the problem you’ve created.

“You know it’s rude to stare, right y/n? Especially after I asked you a question, doll”

Yet again, he’s caught you off guard. I mean seriously, how old were you? You felt like a teenage boy who had just seen his first pair of tits. You need to pull yourself together so you can get out of here as soon as possible. You didn’t know how long you would be able to hold it together without making it quite obvious that internally, you were aching.

“Shit, I’m sorry! I was lost in a train of thought, I-I guess. What was the question?” Hopefully he doesn’t catch on to your half-lie.

Toji pulls a black compression tee over his torso, giving you a moment to collect yourself finally. He throws the beer in the trash and steps into the light of the kitchen alongside you.

He flashes a toothy smile at you, “You should watch that language. Pretty girls don’t go around saying things like that. And I asked you what the hell you were doing up so late.”

Pretty girls? Did you hear him correctly? He could just be saying things to get you to squirm, and if that was his goal, it was working all too well. You hope his smile was out of politeness, but you knew enough about Toji from your father to know that this man did not have a polite bone in his body. It seemed almost as if he was teasing you?

“S-Sorry about the language, I’m just tired. I’ve been working on my philosophy paper for the last few hours and I just wanted a snack before I went to bed,” you admitted truthfully.

Toji rolled his eyes, smirking at your statement, “God, that sounds so fucking boring. I’m surprised you finished it, I woulda given up hours ago.”

You smiled at his honesty. You knew that your paper topic ‘the perception of personal space’ and your other assignments on morals and judgement were not everyone’s cup of tea. “It’s actually quite interesting, it’s about the concept of how one perceives personal space, but I definitely wanted to call it quits a few times. I’m just glad I can sleep in tomorrow.” You admit with a grin. Despite his blasé attitude, a part of you thought he might actually be listening (at least a little bit).

All he heard was bla bla bla. It seems interesting enough, if you have absolutely nothing else going on in your life. How could you even write two sentences on personal space, let alone an essay? “If it’s that fucking interesting, then why are you in here looking like a walking corpse? Have you seen those bags under your eyes? You need the sleep more than I do, hun.”

Well damn. You didn’t think it was that bad, especially not enough for some old man to point out. You had been staying up most nights trying to catch up on your work, and you could sleep in anyways. But each morning you found yourself awake at 7 a.m. on the dot, still cursed by the rigidity of your usual school routine.

“I’ve just been behind, so I’m trying to catch up while I have the free time.”

Toji peers at you and scratches his head, “Why the fuck are you doing school work on spring break, anyway? Aren’t ya’ supposed to be at the beach getting wasted with your girlfriends?”

While you admit that would be fun, there was just no time for it this year. You were in the last semester of your senior year, and you were graduating with top honors. You had to keep up the good work so you could hopefully be accepted into graduate school in the fall.

“I mean it’d be fun sure, but smoking is more my thing anyways. I like relaxing after all my work is done, so I’d rather stay here and get caught up while I can, ya’know?”

How cute. Look at you trying to be a good little student. It would almost be admirable if it didn’t make his stomach churn at how sickly sweet it was.

“That’s good, doll. Keep it up and you’ll be making big bucks just like me, yeah? What are you wanting to go to school for anyways, to be a fuckin’ therapist or some shit?”

Everyone thought you wanted to be a therapist, but truth be told, that profession couldn’t be more off your radar. You had enough problems of your own to deal with, and you certainly didn’t need to hear other people’s on top of that.

“I’m not going to school to be a therapist actually; I really want to be a professor one day. What do you do for work anyways? You always look like you just came home from war or some-“

He cuts you off before you can land a joke at his expense. Toji’s profession wasn’t the best topic for conversation, given that his line of work was very hush-hush.

“You’re cute. Next question.”

Cute?? At this point you felt like he was toying with you. But you did have another question for him.

“How come I can’t say ‘shit’ but you can say whatever you want? I’m grown, aren’t I?”

Toji shifted towards you. You stood in the door frame between the kitchen and the hallway, your apple untouched. You were too busy thinking of what to say next to the large, burly man that was suddenly peering over you. He came to the doorframe, throwing one hand on top of it. At this point, he was towering over you. His shadow cascading over you as you felt yourself shrink into the background. Toji glared at you with his velvet green eyes and a smug grin was plastered across his face. You felt his hand grasp your chin, forcing you to look up at him. Your neck was strained as you attempted to make eye contact with the taller man.

“Can’t you hear woman? I said pretty girls don’t go around saying shit like that. Do I look like a pretty girl to you?” He says as he inches closer to your face. You could smell the beer wafting from his mouth. But the smell was quickly overrun by the rest of him. He smelled like pine, cheap liquor, and…cinnamon? Suddenly, the grip on your chin tightens. His hands are so large, he’s even starting to squish your cheeks, making you look like an absolute fool underneath him.

“I asked you a question, princess.”

The name throws you off guard, but for some reason, you’re not upset.

“S-sorry, no y-you don’t look like a pretty girl. Of course not, m-my bad.”

“That’s what I thought, y/n.”

Toji spits as he releases his grasp on you, standing straight and stretching his arms as he lets out a yawn. He smelled the weed all over you and could tell how flustered you got from your little interaction. He grabs the apple from your hand, taking a huge bite which in turn means you only have about half an apple left. He hands you back your snack, pats your head then saunters over to the couch, plopping down with a grunt. He grabs the remote and turns it to some wrestling show he always watched.

You look at him, confused. You weren’t even staring this time. You were simply dumbfounded at the interaction you two just had. Surely that can’t be it, right? He’s just going to watch tv after he had you literally in the palm of his hand? (and he ate half of my fucking apple)

You move to turn the lights off, and you put your apple in the trash. Your appetite for food was long gone. You quietly walk out of the kitchen into the dim hallway. Toji calls your name, startling you.

“Sleep tight, doll.”

pt. 2

[mokie-bleh]

Author can I have a scenario where y/n child is ticklish? and Shadow Milk Cookie found out about it and started gently tickling at first, and then he got into the taste and got carried away. Have a nice day, sweetheart. 😘 Oh! I almost forgot to hold it (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ *Gives a lot of happiness, love and respect 💟🌹🌹😀🌹🌹😀😀💞💞😄😄😏❤️❤️❤️😄😄😄💞💞💕💕💕❣️💋💋💓💋❣️💖💌♥️♥️♥️❣️💖💋❣️❣️💕😌😆🤗😆😌🤗🙂🙂😃😃😹😹😚😚😚☺️😁😁🎉🎉🎉😉😉💘💝💝💝😙😚😚😊😊☺️😉* *Oops, are you okay? * helps to get up this mimic lapulka*

Thank you for all the love is much appreciated ☺️☺️ i did see your other one and don’t worry i’m working on it and other requests too have a good day!👍

Shadow Milk Cookie x Child! reader

platonic!

The way he found out goes something like this.

You both were just chilling and he offered to take you out for a walk. You agreed since you were sitting too long and you wanted to run around for a bit and explore.

At some point you got tired from walking for so long and not having that much stamina in you from running and playing.

Shadow Milk Cookie did notice this and offered to give you a piggyback ride. You looked up at him and nodded, greatly accepting his offer. He went to go pick you up and doing so he gently grazed your sides causing you to giggle.

He paused for a moment. Then he got this huge shit eating grin on his face. “Ooohhh y/n~ I had no idea you were ticklish!”

He did eventually pick you up and placed you on his shoulders. However, he decided he wanted to test some things…

When you guys got back he grabbed you off his shoulders and held you in one arm. You were confused as to what he was doing, but you quickly found out what he was trying to do.

You squealed loudly as he lightly started to poke your stomach. “Hehe wow you're sensitive here too!” This started going for a bit until he placed you down. You thought it was over and that he was done.

Nope! He kneeled down just right above you and started reaching for other areas on you. You laughed and shifted uncomfortably as you tried to prevent him from continuing.

He’d make his comments like

“Wow y/n you’re so ticklish!”

“Ooohhh I’m gonna get you~!”

“Hehe, you’re so cute I could just eat you up!”

“You’re so silly y/n! I could do this forever!”

Something like that.

Let’s hope he doesn’t go on forever. You didn’t know how much you could take. He went for your sides, your stomach, under your arms, just anywhere that would cause you to laugh and squirm.

You’re basically praying for mercy at this point.

Thankfully, he did stop and decided to give you a break. Your laughter died soon enough and you were just laying there trying to catch your breath. He left you to rest since you were exhausted from laughing and squirming too much.

[misscookiezdoodleposts]

She loves Doey so much!! 💛🧡❤

(No worries, she's crying tears of joy. Her heart is touched. ♡)

And for a bonus, Here are some adorable headcanons about these two!

They really do have a cute dynamic! ♡

°Krushy LOVES to hug Doey, and he giggles every time!

°He shapes himself into a trampoline for her whenever she needs to let off some extra energy (It doesn't hurt bc she bounces off with her body and rolls around, so it tickles!)

°When she's sad, he immediately says "WHO??" As if it's always someone that did it.

°Doey is the one who repositioned the bow on Krushy's hair. He just thinks it looks cuter that way, and he actually wanted to give her two bows, but Hoppy thought that he was overdoing it. Hehe-

°I never mentioned this, but Krushy actually has a lot of issues emotionally, that's why in the new AU I am creating, her fluffy hair in front of her face is white from absolute stress. So, Doey plays the role as a therapist sometimes to calm her down! AWH-

°They always hold hands when their walking, or just sitting somewhere nice.

°She always calls for Doey 30 mins after she wakes up and can't find him. Lol!

°He's overprotective, and she's overly attached.

°THEY LOVE TO GET MCDONALDS TOGETHER-(Especially the chicken Mcnuggets. Don't ask how.)

That's about it! I thought this up all in one day and I HAD TO DRAW THEM!!! 😭💖

Doey has been my absolute favorite since Chapter 4 released and I can't get over him! He's so silly!

[kainessmyparents]

Reo mikage

Rivals to lovers

when you first got into that school you were know This was a real rich school. You could tell from the cars at the entrance of the school, but you? You were coming to school on foot, You got into this school with your grades and your parents were proud of you, that was enough When you entered school you felt like you didn't belong here Because everyone around was so sparkly You didn't even want to look at yourself.

You entered your classroom and saw a crowd standing around a boy he looked so spoiled to you And oh my god Even his laughter was a rich laughter like ha ha ha You shook your head in despair.

At that moment, the teacher walked in, the crowd dispersed and you were left standing. And you probably looked very strange to them because you were not Japanese. You were British So you had a bit of an American high school cheerleader girlie vibe (don't question me) The teacher called you over and you stood right in front of the board.

The teacher spoke

"okay introduce yourself"

You turned to the classroom and adjusted your tone and started speaking.

"uhm I'm y-n l-n I'm from England Nice to meet y'all"

Okay, so what are you supposed to do now, bend over? The teacher pointed to an empty seat for you. The boy you saw Just a moment ago

You slowly approached and sat down, placing your bag on the floor The lesson started and you caught him looking at you every now and then. You thought this was weird like why are you looking at me you creepy bitch? You thought so but you didn't look at him instead you answered all the teacher's questions It was like you were competing with him in terms of answering the teacher's questions.

The bell rang and he turned to you, smiling but it wasn't a kind smile, it was more of a mocking smile. He spoke

"Soo you're so smart huh?"

You got angry at his words you wanted to say, yes, I'm very smart, what do you care? But you unfortunately said

"oh you think so?"

He chuckled lightly.

"You may be smart but not as smart as me"

"Oh we will see you purple puppy"

You suddenly heard everyone in the class making surprised noises when you called him like that, and frankly, it made you nervous.

"Ah ah don't call me that you can call me by my name my name is reo mikage"

He stood there like he was waiting for me to react when he said his name. I didn't understand why he was doing this

"So what?"

He made a surprised sound

"you don't know me?"

"Who are you? Beyonce?" You wanted to laugh as if you had just made a very funny joke.

he rolled his eyes

"I am the heir of the mikage company"

"What is mikage company?"

Everyone was looking at you like you were stupid.

"It's hard to talk to you"

You got bored and left. He looked at you until you left the classroom. There wasn't much going on in the next lessons, but your English was good. You were British after all But the Japanese English accent sounded very strange to your ears.

Everyone in the class, including the teacher, was very surprised by your accent, which was very satisfying. But at the end of the lesson you got bored and started reading your book.

Your book name was haunting Adeline and yeah you was knew what you were doing hehe spicy

Reo's eyes fell on your book as if he was trying to read secretly. When the teacher turned around, he looked at you and asked

"What are you reading?"

"Haunting Adeline"

"What is the book about?"

You felt your cheeks turn red but you didn't care.

"Uhm look there's a girl who named Adeline and she has a stalker that's all I can say"

"Hmm cool I'm gonna buy one when I got home"

You nodded like a spoiled brat.

"Yeah yeah If you want you can buy me the All the books of the book"

You said it as a joke, you didn't expect to see the box for the book set on your table the other day.

What the hell was happening?

Part 2?

Author note 💖

Guys I'm sorry about request but I'm trying to make it good and if y'all want part two please say it bc I want to do it with more ENEMİES TO LOVERS vibess whatever love ya

[ranhaitanisgf]

Hello Hana💖 Can i request Tenjiku Ran + dating app? lol. Something like:he gave it a try just bc rindou forced him to do it, he had no interest in dates/romance until he matches with y/n (y/n also felt the same way?) then they have a date and became good friends? and after a lot of time spent together & enjoying each other's company ,they realize they are in love? idk, do you magic lol change everything if you want. (i trust your talent and i love that man so much that i'll be happy anyway) Maybe it's an awful idea 🌚 but i'm not longer a teenager //.u. i go to college and i have no other way to delulu how can i met him if it's not through those 💩 apps hehe.

Thank you sweetie, have a wonderful day🥺💖

i guess i can try it out...?

synopsis: rindou signed ran up for a dating app...how is this date going to go?

☆ a/n ˎˊ˗ i i i... STRUGGLED WITH THIS .... this was such a cute req and idea omg but i have never used a dating app 😭 i do not know if i did this right but ! i hope you all still enjoy !! and thank you so much anon for requesting this !! xoxoxo

☆ characters ˎˊ˗ ran haitani x g/n!reader

☆ wc ˎˊ˗ 1.8k+

masterlist 

❥ ran has never really found much interest in dating apps; why would he be interested in meeting someone in a fake way? maybe it’s the little romantic in him, but he doesn’t want to try to actually meet someone he wants to spend time with in a way that feels ‘fake’ to him. he wants to be able to meet someone he likes in an organic way, though he himself isn’t quite sure where this notion comes from, (maybe the romance movies his mom used to watch?). 

“here.”  “what’s all this?”  “you should find someone, aniki.” “oho? where’s this coming from all of a-” “you’re home too much.” 

❥ ran is genuinely hurt by this. 

❥ begrudgingly, he creates a loose profile, not putting a whole lot of effort into it. he doesn’t really see the point in all of this, so his profile consists of a single blurry picture of him with his brother, (not specifying which one he is) and his bio merely states his name, age, and that he likes to sleep. 

❥ surprisingly, he gets matches despite having such a bland and blank profile, but he doesn’t even respond to any of the messages asking to meet up or asking for more information about him. he leaves them all on read, feeling wholly uninterested in talking to any of the people who were trying to get to know him. 

❥ and so, rindou decides to take the matter into his own hands. he’s able to get a hold of ran’s phone rather easily, (the man does not wake up, so he was still snoring away while rindou entered his room) and proceeded to fix up his profile to a more suitable one, even going so far as to respond to at least one of the people who he thought might be a good match for his brother. 

❥ one can probably imagine ran’s surprise when he wakes up in the morning and sees his formal wear set out on his dresser, and you could most definitely imagine his surprise when he sees a ‘okay, sounds good! see you then :)’ message from the dating app on his phone. 

❥ he strides into the kitchen, his phone in hand as he pointedly looks at rindou, who is sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee while watching something on tv. there were no words said between the two of them for a few moments, rindou merely looking up at ran with a look that said ��you got a problem?’. 

“rindou.” “aniki.” “dear brother…what is this?”  “you have a date today at 7.”  “i don’t think so.” “you’re going.” “no, i’m not. end of discussion.”

❥ it was not the end of the discussion. 

❥ ran ended up agreeing, but it was only because rindou promised to pay for his hair appointments for the next six months, (it was a pretty good deal; the salon he goes to is very expensive). he wasn’t too thrilled about this since he thought of it as more of a waste of time, but he decided to put on his nice clothes anyway, spraying some of his good cologne on his wrists and neck. he even left his hair out of its usual plaits, testing out a few different hairstyles before deciding to just leave it down. 

❥ before he left, he’d taken a glance at the profile of the person he was supposed to meet. despite the fact that he was annoyed about this date rindou had set up, he has to admit that his brother does know his tastes pretty well, so he starts to feel just the tiniest bit of amusement and curiosity, (maybe he should get flowers? nah, he’ll just play it casual and see where it goes). 

❥ when ran arrived, he wasn’t surprised to see it was a typical restaurant/bar type of place, though he was a bit amused at the fact that it was located still in roppongi, (he thinks it would be funny if someone came up to him in the middle of the date because they recognized him). 

˗ˏˋ𖤐ˎˊ˗

“hey, are you ran?” 

“hm?” ran looked up from his place at the bar, seeing a somewhat familiar face looking back at him. he leans a bit closer, his eyes squinting to get a clearer picture…ah, the person he’s supposed to be meeting. 

cute. 

he stood up from his spot at the bar, pasting a charismatic smile on his face as he held his hand out. “correct. you must be (y/n), right?” 

“yes! it’s nice to meet you!” you beamed, giving your hand for a handshake. ran was a bit amused when he noticed your rather firm grip while shaking hands, but it only made him just a bit more curious about you. 

the two of you went to sit down at your table, ran politely pulling your chair out for you, (he had been debating on whether or not to play the gentleman card, but he decided to go with it). after he sat himself down, he decided to wait for you to speak first, wondering if you were going to pique his interest. 

a few moments of silence passed by as he watched your eyes flicking around the place, examining everything before coming back to him. when the two of you made eye contact, your lips ghosted a polite smile, your fingers moving to fidget with a piece of your hair. 

“just to be clear, i’m not really into this whole…dating app thing. i think it’s kind of stupid, but my friends told me to go on at least one date, so i’m here. i’m sorry, i just…” you paused for a moment, pursing your lips. “...i didn’t want to give you the wrong idea. i hope we can still have a good time though.” 

consider his interest piqued. 

“well, if we’re clearing things up, then i’ll admit that these sorts of things are not something i enjoy. my brother is the one who messaged you, and i’m here because he said he would pay for my hair appointments if i came.” ran was curious as to how you would react at his words; would you make a scene by yelling at him and then leave? would you just storm out? maybe you would even cuss him out! 

what he wasn’t expecting was for you to let out a big sigh, seemingly of relief, as you laughed a bit, your posture seeming more relaxed and open. 

“hah! that’s so funny actually!” you mused. “i guess we’re the perfect match then, huh?” 

“seems like it.” ran answered, an amused smirk on his face. “maybe the whole matching thing on dating apps do work after all.” 

“right? this seems like too much of a coincidence to be true!” after a moment, you suddenly seemed to get an idea, leaning forward a bit with a grin. “how about we just hang out for tonight as potential friends? none of that weird polite romantic bullshit that you see in first dates. just two people getting to know each other, completely platonically.” ran let out a laugh at your suggestion, his lips upturned in a casual smile. 

“sure, why not?” 

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❥ for the rest of the night, the two of you had a pleasant time chatting about various topics, talking about the latest fashion and hair trends to how you secretly think that pigeons are spying on the people of the world, (ran wholeheartedly believes in your theory; you made a very good argument). he hadn’t been expecting something like this, but when the night ended, he realized that he actually felt a bit sad at the fact that the two of you were going to be parting ways.

❥ this fact made him quite amused, and so, he suggested that the two of you hang out again. as friends, he says, explaining that he actually enjoyed your company and chatting with you, (he felt a little bit more than that, but he could save that for another time). 

❥ when he comes home and rindou asks how everything went, he just laughs and says ‘it was interesting’ then turns in for the night, leaving rindou wondering what the hell happened, and does interesting mean good or bad??

❥ the next time he sees you is by coincidence while he’s out grocery shopping for the week. he happens to run into you in the ice cream aisle, though you see him before he sees you; he’s quite focused on which flavor of ice cream to buy. 

“ran?”  “hm? oh, (y/n). funny seeing you here.” “yeah, no kidding! which flavor are you eyeing?”

❥ the two of you decide to have an impromptu hangout after that, both of you going to your respective apartments to drop off your groceries before meeting at a nearby cafe. it wasn’t anything crazy but there was a comfortable vibe, casual conversation and playful jokes being exchanged between the two of you as you sipped on your drinks. 

❥ ran hadn’t expected to have enjoyed talking with you so much, but before he knew it, the sky outside had changed from blue to orange, the sun setting in the distance. now that he had hung out with you for a second time, he knew that he was definitely interested in you, your joking and fun personality being something that he genuinely enjoyed, (he thought that you were also pretty cute, but that was another thing). 

“hey, let me take you home.”  “haha, i thought we said we were just going to be friends?”  “i can’t take my friends home to make sure they’re safe?”  “hmm…well, if you insist! who would’ve known you were such a gentleman~” 

❥ there wasn’t anything romantic about it, but there was a bit of a palpable tension between the two of you as he walked you home; the way your hands were just barely brushing against each other, the way you two were walking much closer to each other than friends would normally do, the stolen looks in the silent moments…ran knew you were feeling it too, but neither of you said anything. 

❥ there were no words spoke about it when the two of you arrived at your apartment, both of you just saying your goodbyes and leaving. ran is for the most part a patient man, so there’s a part of him that wants to keep quiet and see where everything goes. on the other hand, he wants to bring it up to you and maybe see where it takes the two of you. 

ranh_18: you looked good today. are you free on saturday? let me take you out for real this time.

❥ ran supposes he can be impatient every once in a while.

[friendsoup]

HALLO!! I THE ONE WHO REQ THE MEDI AND DIKKE FIC AND OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR WONDERFUL WRITING!!! I ABSOLUTELY LOVE HOW YOUR WROTE THEM ALL. I legit have lot of fun reading it and laughing at poor digger but got bully by two serious person. I really adore how you write their interactions that just seem in character of them and then the end had me screaming in giddyness.

If is okay could i req again for medi and dikke with a reader that often sleep randomly at the most uncoventional of place, which is how vertin found out your relationship with them. Feel free to decline if you cant but still thank you so much again for writing my req i really love it and i hope you have a nice day!! 😭💖💖

Also i so sorry for ranting

A Quiet Moment

Recipe: Established romantic relationships, GN! Reader, Reader x Medicine Pocket, Reader x Dikke, Dumbass and idiot used as petnames, You and Medi try to out fluster each other, Dikke is a super simp for you, Vertin is supportive WC: 2,001

Chef's Note: WAAAHHH I'm glad you enjoyed the last one!!! I had a lot of fun writing it!!! I'm super happy to write for you again, anon! Don't be afraid to be a repeat customer! If you want, you can assign yourself an emoji even :0! Anyways, I had fun writing this! I have a bunch of requests I gotta bang out though....hehe

Medicine Pocket wasn’t the type for “love”. Or any other foolish emotions. They’ve always found romance to be such a stupid waste of time, taking away from more important things, like their research. More than once a scientist on their team would do something absent mindedly while thinking of their wife at home. Then they’d mess up, ruining Medi’s most important results. Those times were met with no sympathy, Medi ruthlessly tearing into her team members for their foolishness.

…However, you were kinda cute. And interesting. That’s what Medi liked about you most. You were strange, not like the other people they’ve met. They liked everything about you that was different. Your laugh, your personality, your interests. They found it fascinating the way you thought, the way you acted. Medi wanted to study you, and if that wasn’t love? They didn’t know what was. However, the two of you had been keeping things on the low. Medi didn’t want their reputation as a mad scientist to be tarnished, nor did they want to show any weakness in front of their fellow arcanists. Not to mention that you had a reputation of your own to uphold, and a lack of close friends on your team to blab to. The two of you kept quiet about your little arrangement, but that was fine. Neither of you felt the need to brag, and given how fast gossip spread around the suitcase, the two of you were happy to stay far from it. But oh, the foolishness of a person in love never fails.

Naps had always been one of your favorite ways to pass the time, and with how much training you were getting, a heavy layer of exhaustion hung over you like a blanket. No matter how hard you tried to fight it, you were always a few seconds from falling asleep. Lost within your own dreamy haze.

Today just happened to be especially tiring. You were helping out with some chores around the suitcase, preparing for the next mission, when you felt the strong siren call of another nap wash through you. You dragged yourself through the halls, your body too tired to stay upright for long. You needed a place to sleep, and quickly. You found your respite in the dining room, underneath the table. It was nowhere near meal time, so you were certain you’d be undisturbed for a while. Dropping to a crawl, you made your way underneath and placed your head on the wooden floor. It wasn’t comfortable, far from it, but it was enough for you to begin to drift off. Medi hadn’t been looking for you. At least, they didn’t think they were. They’d been wandering all day, avoiding chores like the plague and ignoring the urge to continue their studies. They’d been suffering through a major creative block with their experiments, which frustrated them to no end. They were a genius! Why couldn’t they get it together?

Medi found you underneath the table. At first they laughed at the sight, then a fond smile came to their face. And then, realization. “[Y/N]!” They called, kneeling down to your side. “You’re going to hurt your back if you sleep on the hard floor!” They warned, shaking you awake. 

Groggily, you turned to them, annoyed that your nap had been cut short. “Nuh-uh.” “The fuck do you mean ‘Nuh-uh’?!” They exclaimed, “Dumbass! You’re going to hurt yourself! What are you thinking?!” “Tired.” You answer. “So, so tired.” Medi bites their fingertip through the glove, narrowing their eyes at you. “I’ll have to take a blood test to make sure you’re healthy. Even for an idiot like you, this isn’t healthy.”

“You’re worried.” You state, a warm smile growing on your sleepy face. “Nuh-uh!” Medicine Pocket shoots back, turning their face away from you. You can see a blush on their cheeks.

“You know…” You begin, reaching for their hand, “I might sleep better if I have something to rest my head on.” Medicine Pocket’s face grows redder, a pout twisting their expression. “What are you getting at, dumbass? Spit it out!”

“Can I rest my head on your lap?” You ask, bluntly. 

Medi covers their face with their hand, still not daring to look at you. A smug smile grows on your lips, enjoying how much you’ve flustered your partner. You don’t expect them to agree, PDA isn’t something the both of you necessarily enjoy. It’s more a game of chicken, seeing who bends first. Medicine Pocket swallows, then nods. “Of course you can.”

Your eyes widen in surprise. “Oh, I wasn’t serious!” You argue, the thought of PDA making your face heat up. “Too late to back out now!” They giggle, scooching next to you. They take a seat right next to your head, patting their lap. “Come on, sweetheart, take a nap with me.”

The pet name, despite how mockingly it’s used, sends an arrow straight through your heart. Though you’re hesitant, the offer is appealing. Cuddling with Medi isn’t something you often get to do, and here they are, presenting you with the opportunity. And so you lift your head, and place it on their lap. They squeak instantly, the flush returning to their face all at once. “Hey! What if someone sees us?” “They won’t.” You mutter, already losing the battle to sleep. You yawn. Medicine Pocket is so warm, and feels so soft beneath your head. You could stay like this forever, you think. “Nobody will.”

“Are you sure?” Medicine Pocket asks, yet they get no answer. You’ve already fallen asleep, lost in your own dreams. Medicine Pocket sighs, putting a hand on your head and stroking your hair softly. You remind them of one of their dogs like this. All gentle and cute. They find themselves smiling uncontrollably, lost in the bliss of being close to you. About a half hour later, Vertin enters the dining room. “Medicine Pocket? [Y/N]?” She calls, glancing around the room. “Where did the two of you go?” She asks herself, a scowl deepening on her face. The two of you were skipping your responsibilities, and as leader, she had to get you both on track. Medi froze, eyes wide with fear. They couldn’t be caught in a situation like this! Especially by the Timekeeper! But they also couldn’t escape! Your sleeping face was just too cute, they didn’t want to disturb it!

And then you snored. It was a slight, quick breath, but Vertin is a very perceptive girl, and she heard it right away.

“[Y/N]?” Vertin asked, “Are you napping again? You’ve ought to get your tiredness checked out by a-” She leaned over to peer under the table, locking eyes with Medicine pocket. “Oh!” Vertin exclaimed, before her eyes fell upon you, slumbering away. “Oooh.” “It’s not what it looks like!” Medi objected, keeping their voice to a hush. “It’s just- I’m just! It’s an experiment! They’re a test subject to me!” A light danced in Vertin's eyes as she saw you two, though her face bore no changed expression. “It’s alright. Your secret is safe with me.” She gave a curt nod, and stood. “Vertin- Wait!” Medicine called behind her, panic in their voice. “You’ve got it all wrong! No!” “You have nothing to worry about.” Vertin reassured them. “I wish you two love and prosperity.”

“Vertin?!”

Though Vertin did not breathe a word to a single soul, the suitcase was alight a week later with rumors of the new couple among their numbers. And though your days of being a quiet couple were over, at least Medi didn’t feel so embarrassed to be seen sleeping next to you anymore.

Her Peace

Dikke had never been a fan of romance in plays.

The way bards would speak on and on about the sweetness of love, of the bliss of another’s touch, of the pangs in one’s heart, it didn’t seem possible to her. How could love be so powerful? She’d felt romance before, towards some fellow knights, though her feelings never clouded her judgment. She always managed to keep a clear mind, and was able to keep her thoughts rational. The stuff the bards spoke of was hyperbole. …You muddied that belief. Dikke was unbelievably weak for you. It scared her, in all honesty. She’d never been so vulnerable around someone before. Your smile made her sway, your laugh made her weak in the knees. She found herself thinking of you late into the night, unable to close her eyes without seeing your face. The walls she’d spent so many years building, crashed around her. Destroyed by a single person. Nobody knew of this relationship of yours. It wasn’t as though it was secret, it just wasn’t something you discussed with other people. Dikke didn’t often speak on matters of the heart, and you never found a good excuse to bring it up. And thus, the suitcase was unaware of the budding relationship in their midsts. Dikke had been training for hours. It was what she did to clear her mind, to calm her anxieties. There was something comforting about doing repeated exercises. It kept both her and her blade sharp. However, it was also extraordinarily tiring. The hard labor strained her muscles, making each movement painful. Though she was careful to never overexert herself, she still remained sore after each intensive workout. This time was no different.

Dikke dragged herself through the forest, focusing on her deep breaths. Birds sang in the trees around her, the same songs they’d sung in her homeland. Bees buzzed by her, brushing gently against her as she walked, clumsily making their way through. The same way they did a hundred years ago. And before then as well. Dikke lost herself in thought as she walked, allowing the nostalgia to ease her weary bones. And then she saw you. Like something out of a fairytale. You were sprawled beneath a grand oak tree, your chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm. Dikke was stunned by your beauty, completely beside herself at the sight of you. Was it OK for her to see you like this? So vulnerable and pretty? Her heartbeat quickened, it was so loud she was worried it would wake you. You looked so peaceful, it made her dizzy. The fact that you could sleep so soundly here, without a care in the world… She wanted that tranquility. That trust in the world. Dikke sat next to you in the plush grass, keeping her guard up. She couldn’t just leave you here! What if something happened? She’d never forgive herself! As quietly as she could, she removed her cape, draping it over you in a single movement. Dikke loved the view of you in her cape. Seeing it made it hard for her to think, her brain only filled with thoughts of you. Surely it was alright to indulge. Just this once? You wouldn’t mind the company, would you? Holding her breath, Dikke laid beside you, leaving a few inches of space between the two of you. She didn’t want to intrude, but she wanted some of that peace. Some of that tranquility you held.

It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep. The mix of the workout and your presence was too much on her weary mind. By the time Vertin found the two of you, you were entangled in each other’s arms. Your head on Dikke’s chest, and her face pressed into your hair. The sight surprised the timekeeper, though she knew better than to react. She didn’t want to risk waking you up.

Later, Vertin would seek you out. “I see you’ve found your knight in shining armor.” She tells you. Though it doesn’t reach her face, you can hear the smirk in her voice. “What do you mean by that?” You ask, confused. “I wish you and Dikke well. That’s all you need to know.” She responds. You grow too flustered to continue the conversation any further.

[2aceofspades]

4.) When did you become a fan of TMNT?

18.) Who is your favorite villain?

19.) Who is your favorite ally?

27.) What is something you love to see in TMNT art/fics?

28.) What is one thing you would like to see explored more in TMNT art/fics?

33.) What is your favorite thing you've made for TMNT?

35.) Which character relationships are your favorite to write/draw?

Sorry there's so many 😅 you don't have to answer them all if you don't want to.

I absolutely ADORE your art btw, it is so amazing and so nice to look at and it's just ✨✨✨

Anywizzle, I hope you have a great rest of your day/night :]

4.) I guess I became an official fan a little bit after the Rise movie came out. Of course, I had known about TMNT when I was pretty little cuz my older sib was a fan. I also watched a bit of the 2003 show and 2012 show growing up ✨

18.) I really like Big Mama. She's such a slay 💖 I also really like Rise!Shredder and the Mud Dogs

19.) Cassandra 😭💙✨ that's my girl 💙 Also April cuz she kicks major ass and is such a good friend fr fr 💚

27.) Angst 😌 but like, relatable angst~ So, written or drawn trauma that speaks to me, I suppose. It's a major reason why I adore EMD so much. It makes me feel seen and understood in a way that hits so hard in such a good way augh yess

28.) That's a good question, and one that I can't say I've thought too much about, to be so honest. I think, for me, I would like to see more of Big Mama's assistant on my dash, but that's more so me just being out of the loop hehe 😅 There is another more serious topic that I would like to see be talked about, but I don't really have the words to articulate it currently.

33.) Whew, um...if not the 3K celebration I did for EMD (cuz that was so fun to create hehe~) then maybe some of the more rendered pieces I've made for my own au (rip TWFTB). Although, I love a lot of the stuff I draw for EMD for many reasons <3

Here are some of my overall faves in no particular order~

I don't yap about or draw for my own au anymore, but that's okay/gen

35.) I love drawing f!April and f!Cassandra being all lovey-dovey 💕 It seriously makes me so happy and I should draw them more 😤♥️ Also, I loved drawing f!Raph and f!Leo co-leading in the resistance in my au.

No worries at all! I love these ask games and I very much appreciate your curiosity 🤗✨

Also AAAWEEE!!! Thank you so much!! 🥹💙 I really appreciate it 🙌🙌 I hope you have a great day/night as well 🌟 Thank you again!!

(:

[sorencd]

hellooo, hope you're doing well! If you're still taking asks could you please write a cuddling and snuggling fic between reader and charlie dalton??💖💖

ofc! here u go ml<3

INTRO (END OF THE WORLD)

“could you maybe not… do that.”

you closed your book with your index in between the page you were at. the distracting hands, which you’ve tried to ignore, continued to squish and rest above the warm flesh charlie’s been obsessing over— your tummy.

“i don’t know, she might get cold if i stop.”

charlie pressed his lips against your nape, his arms continuing to wrap around your figure. he eventually finds solace on the crook of your neck, breathing a soft sigh of contentment.

“isn’t that right?” he cooed, squishing your tummy to mimic a talking mouth. “yes that’s right! how thoughtful of you nuwanda!” charlie said in a high-pitched voice.

you rolled your eyes, “quit it. or i won’t be able to finish this.” a smile tried creeping its way onto your face, and it took every ounce of strength in you to repress it.

charlie chuckled, you could the vibrations coming from his laugh against your own body. and you don’t know what’s more distracting—his relentless grabby hands or the sound and feel of his charming laughter. he wrapped his arms around you tighter. and without warning, squeezed you. hard.

“charlie!” you shouted, dropping your book as you laughed. “you’re squeezing too-“

“oh really? sorry, would you rather i-“ he cut himself off, and suddenly, started tickling your sides. against your will.

“charlie!” you cackled, against your will, again. “l-let’s talk a-about this! please!”

“i love your tummy so much!” he squeezed once, “i love you so much.” charlie exclaimed with a voice so filled with cuteness aggression it’s unbelievable.

you knew there wasn’t anything in the world you could say to stop him from hugging you. you’ve decided to accept your fate, just like any other night you two would cuddle. but you’re not complaining. as soon as you picked up your book and pried it open, you could feel a hand caressing your tummy once more.

“charlie.”

“admit it. i know it feels nice .”

“…whatever.”

charlie chuckled, finally deciding to settle his hands on your waist and his face buried on the crook of your neck, or he calls it— “his nose’s home.” but to no surprise, charlie couldn’t handle not pestering you.

“can i please, try blowing on your belly.” he blurted out, rubbing gentle circles on your tummy.

“charlieee,” you whined, “i want to finish reading this book. how about after, i’ll let you do what you want to my belly.”

you could feel charlie perking up from your proposal, and he eagerly calmed himself down. wanting to play with your tummy later.

“you mean it?”

“yeah, you weirdo.”

charlie chuckled and comfortably placed his forehead this time in place of his nose, and after a short while, the room was enveloped in silence. the big baby behind you finally ceased his tummy antics and has succumbed to the calling of sleep. you didn’t want to move too much since you didn’t want to wake him up, so you decided to continue reading your book—a few chapters wouldn’t hurt. as long as charlie gets the rest he deserves.

you sighed with a small smile, “so much for blowing on my belly.”

so sorry if this was bad!! still need to get my groove back hehe