#(i'm just affectionately going 'what is WRONG with you' every time he opens his mouth)

[moonstruckme]

May I please please with sprinkles and a cherry on top request, more protective! Sirius with reader who gets scared or startled easily?(maybe a hufflepuff reader?) Like I'm scaredy cat, I just want him to make the scary go away! Literally anything your beautiful brain thinks up will be amazing as always

Thanks for requesting lovely!

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 635 words

Sometimes walking at night can’t be avoided, but you don’t love it. Every shadow, every passerby who drifts too close, every bird taking off from a nearby perch, makes your heart race and the hairs on your neck and arms stick straight up like an army of useless soldiers standing at attention. A few blocks ago someone had swung open a gate, and you’d jumped into the street. 

You’re telling yourself you’re already halfway home, only a small ways to go, when—

“Stop there!”

Your entire body seizes up, and before you know what you’re doing you’ve hopped around on the spot, turning to face the threat with your hands held out in front of you as if to shove them away. 

Sirius only continues walking toward you from a good few meters down the sidewalk, one dark eyebrow raising amusedly. 

“Well, I was going to tell you off for walking by yourself at night,” he says, “but with reflexes like those it’s clear I’ve wasted my time. You’ve got it handled.” 

“Oh my god.” You cross the distance to him, giving your boyfriend a very heartfelt and somewhat desperate hug. “Don’t scare me like that!” 

Sirius bands an arm across your shoulders and palms the back of your head. He strokes your hair comfortingly. “See, that wouldn’t ordinarily be such an insane request, but I’ve found with you it’s actually quite difficult to avoid.” He presses his lips to the crown of your head, his teasing inlaid with fondness. “What do you think you’re doing walking around by yourself in the dark, hm?” 

You get the sense you’ve saved yourself from a much sterner tongue lashing by your fright at his arrival. You push this small advantage, pressing snugly to Sirius’ front and looking up at him with your best bambi eyes. “I’m just trying to get home,” you say. Your boyfriend looks like he knows what you’re about, but he smooths the baby hairs at your temple consolingly anyway. “Dinner at Marie’s ran long, and I didn’t want to spend money on a cab fare or anything like that.” 

“That’s what I’m for, darling.” Sirius squints his eyes at you. They glint in the low light, more playful than mean. “You’re supposed to call me when these things happen, not try your luck and hope for the best. Understand?” 

“Yeah, sorry.” You relent easily, more than happy to have him as an escort and as exceptional company. Sirius lets you go, starting in the direction of your place. “How’d you know I was here anyway?” 

“Saw you from inside the takeaway place a couple blocks back.” He casts a glance your way, mouth kicking up at one corner. “You looked like someone’s pet rabbit that had gotten loose. You’re definitely going to attract the wrong sort if you’re walking around looking all scared like that.” 

You laugh. “I don’t think I could have looked that bad.” 

“Oh, you’ve never looked bad. Just a tad flighty.” 

Sirius sets a sure hand on the small of your back and grins when you jolt. You loose a breath, shaking your head at yourself as a dizzy little giggle spurts out of you. 

“God, sorry.” 

“Who else was it going to be, sweetness?” he teases, sliding that hand to your waist and using it to tug you closer, into a rough sort of half hug. “You need to ease up. I’ve got you.” 

You lean into his side, doing an exceptionally poor job of feigning any reluctance. “And what’s going to stop someone from mugging the both of us?” 

“Oh, I’m not worried about that at all.” Sirius gives your waist an affectionate squeeze. “You’re quick as anything, baby. If someone comes for us, I know you’ll be out of here before I can even turn around.”

[r-rizzo]

dad jon snow headcanon with a targaryen!reader? i love that we have a new got writer and hotd! ♡

father's love. | jon snow

❝ pairing: jon snow x targaryen!reader.

❝ summary: what would jon snow be like having children with you, his beautiful dragon wife.

❝ warning: mentions of sex and innuendo, worried and scared jon.

❝ note: i really love the orders with targaryen!reader, thank you very much for leaving your request, i hope you leave one again and you like this. first post! ♡

★, when you tell jon that you're pregnant.

at first you had your doubts, you didn't know if it was just a delay or you were with a child.

but when you decided to approach your dragon and this approached, sniffed and caressed your belly, everything became clear to you.

you were with a child.

you had talked to him before about the children, his children. jon was insecure, he didn't want them to do to his child the same thing they did to him.

but you always assured him that his children would also be targaryens, they carried the blood of the dragon and the wolves, son of the king of the north.

jon smiled and took you by the waist, kissing you and affirming that having three children with you would be a blessing from the gods.

so at night, when you were already taking off your clothes to sleep, you feel familiar hands undoing the strings of your dress while leaving kisses on your neck, you know that it is now when you should tell him.

"jon" you called him, and you felt how his inner wolf wanted to come out. you only called him that in two situations, when you were angry or when you wanted to have sex.

"yes, my beautiful wife?" he asked with his thickest voice, knowing what he provoked in you, you laughed at how his breath crashed into your neck and his cold hands went into your bare back.

"we can't do this right now, my love" you tell him as you turn around and place your hands on his neck, massaging it. a small smile appears on your lips when you see his confused face.

"i did something wrong?" he asked and you laugh, shaking your head and watching your husband's eyes widen at his smile, admiring your beautiful purple eyes. "nothing wrong, sweet husband. it's just not appropriate when i'm with a baby" you finally said.

you watch as he opens his mouth to say something but closes it immediately, the information reaching his brain slowly. his hands become lighter on your waist and his eyes become even smaller and watery.

"are you sure?" he asks with a voice that shakes, but his hands travel smoothly to your still flat stomach. "i didn't believe it until rhaegon proved it to me, i trust my dragon's judgment" you answered him and smiled, jon wasted no time in gently cupping your face and kissing you, his hands now caressing your stomach.

"i'm the happiest man in westeros, we're going to have a little pup" he says and smiles at you, showing you his beautiful silver pearls. "he'll be a dragon" you tell him, but jon shakes his head, taking now by the waist and sitting on the bed.

he crouches before you and brings his face close to your stomach, kissing him "you're a wolf, aren't you? you make me the happiest man in the world, my little pup" you smile caressing his curls, letting him call your baby a puppy.

★, when your puppy is growing up.

jon loves to see how his puppy grows inside you every day and considers that seeing you in this condition is his greatest adoration.

shamelessly caress your belly or look at it affectionately when he doesn't have much time for you and his son.

but he's always watching you, he knows you're a fighter, but you carry his son inside, and now you're more vulnerable. he would kill whoever touched a single hair on you.

when he has all his time or puts his duties aside to pamper his wife and son, he can't stop adore you.

"you are beautiful" "our wolf grows healthy and strong thanks to you" "my beautiful wife" "i hope he has your dragon eyes" things like that are whispered in your ear while he caresses your belly and kisses your neck.

jon denies it sometimes, but he would love it if his son had your eyes and his dark hair.

but sometimes it scares him too, the thought of his son being called a bastard makes his blood boil. he can take it, but when it comes to his son, never.

he already has people under his eye who dared to call his son a bastard.

he also thinks about the names, he knows that he wants to name it ned or robb, you suggest combining it with a valyrian name. he likes them but ned and robb are always his first choices.

if it's a girl, he would like you to choose the name, he loves valyrian female names.

you have always loved your mother's name, rhaella, and he would like his daughter to be named after the woman who gave him the love of his life.

he is not very interested if it is a girl or a boy, it is his and he will love it, with his being.

jon tries to always be easy on you when he's stressed, he never blows up on you. he already knows how your emotions are and knows that making you cry is his worst sin.

so, when some assembly goes wrong and some lord insults him for not responding to his request, he just enters his chambers and sits behind you, feeling how his wolf kicks in response to his touch and smiling on your neck. he loves that feeling too much.

it also comforts you when something stresses you out or makes you cry.

like your impossibility of being able to give a dragon egg to your son.

you've always dreamed of being able to see your child grow up with a dragon, but thanks to the disappearance of dragons and the fact that both your dragon and your younger sister's dragon, daenerys, are male, it prevents you from fulfilling that wish.

what makes you cry frequently.

and jon is there to comfort you.

"then he will have a direwolf, my love. don't worry, i'm sure that rhaegon will let our son ride him one day" he says and makes you feel good.

when he sees you standing, looking out the window, he always stands behind you and puts his hands under your belly, lifting it up to give you a rest. you love when he does that, it makes you overflow with love for him.

"i love when you let my poor back rest" you say as you sigh and rest your head on your shoulder, jon chuckles and lets your huge belly droop again. "jon!" you moan angrily and he lifts your belly again.

he only plays, but loves to give you breaks and massages, especially on your feet.

he is always protecting you, especially when it is time to sleep.

he has nightmares about how while he sleeps next to you, someone walks into the room and hurts you. you and his little wolf.

he couldn't take the blame.

that is why, when you sleep, he is always the one closest to the door. his chest against yours while one of your legs is on his hip, or your back against his chest while his hands cup your tummy.

he would rather something happen to him than to you, his loving wife and mother of his child.

★, when the time of birth comes.

the last time you approached the maester, he told you that the arrival of the heir to the north would come soon.

you and jon were looking forward to your son. the heir to the north and the iron throne.

jon was sitting in the weirwood tree one morning, thinking more deeply about the birth.

and if you died? or did they make him choose between you and his son?

he couldn't.

he couldn't allow someone to mercilessly cut you open and murder you. not in front of him.

so he asked, begged to the gods for your life and for his son.

"please give my son an easy birth, no pain for my wife, don't take her away, always leave her with me. i ask you to take care of my beautiful wife and my son. i lost her once and i don't plan to lose her again."

and when he finished asking for you and his son, a wind raised his curls, relaxing him immediately.

he knew that the gods had heard him.

his peace was interrupted by your servant, who ran towards him with sweat on her forehead and blood on her dress and hands.

"the queen is giving birth" he said in a rush, jon getting up quickly from the log. "is she in our room?" he asked and the maid nodded, he didn't even let her answer when he started to run to his wife.

the closer he was to the room, the more his heart beat, he was scared. he was scared for you. he loved you so much that the idea of your death only brings his as a consequence.

when he enter the room, he was already crying.

"jon" you said when you saw him come in, you were pacing around the room, trying to ease the contractions, your water had already broken, it was only a little more to start labor.

he came up to you and kissed you on the forehead, he walked with you by the hand until the time will come.

he knew his child was coming when you had to lean on him in pain. with the help of the midwives, he lifted you onto the bed and sat behind you, leaving your back with his chest while the midwives made you push.

it was the easiest birth he had ever witnessed, it was only three pushes and his baby came out.

his son began to cry and his eyes filled with tears, he watched as the midwives lightly cleaned him. "he's a boy, your grace. healthy and strong, like a wolf" said one of them, putting your son in your arms.

"ned" you whispered, caressing his cheek with your finger, which was almost the size of his face. "he's small" jon said and you laughed "my little wolf" Jon took your hand in his, reaching both hands towards ned.

ned's eyes widened at his parents' touch, jon didn't expect his eyes to be unique to a targaryen. purple eyes and perfectly black hair, small curlers were already visible.

"he's beautiful, just like his mother," he said, kissing the side of your head many times. "thank you" he said "why?" you asked, turning to look at him as jon took your hand and kissed your palm "for giving me a family."

★, what jon would be like with his son.

at first, he was afraid to touch him, that it would break.

but after his son took his finger in his little hand, he couldn't stop carrying it. he loved his little son ned and his wife.

jon walks ned through the gardens every day or takes him on horseback, he wants him to adapt to the environment that is winterfell.

but you always fill him with clothes that jon sometimes thinks his son even sees what's going on around him.

he introduced him to everyone a few days after his birth, naming him "ned, heir of the north"

you and he agreed that he should sleep with you, there are people who would harm their little son at the cost of everything.

so jon usually sleeps shirtless because he knows his son loves physical contact, he lays it on his chest while he strokes his head.

he loves to see how you fill his hungry son, and sometimes finds it funny how he takes so desperately from your breast.

"he's like his father" he says as he looks over your shoulder as his son desperately eats.

he protects his son with his very life, be it from people or words. he will not let his child be harmed or insulted.

jon is a great warrior with a sword, he knows how to use it with great agility, so he just lets his son ned watch him fight.

thanks to this, when ned was older, you found him several times imitating his father, leading him to be a better sword wielder than him.

he loves his family more than anything in the world, and having children with you is the best thing he has.

so, very soon, you will have a child in your belly again.

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[isagiiis]

after a long while. [itoshi rin x reader]

notes: i'm crying for so many reasons, but rin is back. is this where bad luck got followed by good luck? anyway, a celebratory fic because otherwise i might act up. warning: none. reader's gender unspecified, established relationship, cohabitation, a fluff. rin is tired (and a bit of a tsundere) but he is still cute. i miss him so much.

“If I run to you now,” you began in a very serious and grim manner, “will you catch me?”

“Don’t try to be funny,” Rin said, shutting you down immediately. The expression he wore was more scrunched up than usual. With two suitcases beside him and another two traveling bags still carried in his hand, it was as clear as the sky on a sunny day that he was tired.

A part in your brain instinctively told you to be a sweetheart and help him with the bags, just give him a light kiss on the cheek, then maybe also untie his shoes. Meanwhile, another part told you to throw your whole weight and cling to him first before doing all that. The latter sounded really tempting, really.

After all, spending three months away from him felt ridiculous.

Who knew that his short replies and odd brand of affection would make you miss him so much. There was no way video calls and messages would be enough. The only thing you wanted at that moment was to morph into some affectionate koala and fish out every possible reaction you could get out of him.

But in the end, no matter how adorable his scowling face had become to you, you prefer a comfortable Rin more than a tired Rin.

“Pity,” you replied shortly. Walking to him and taking his indoor sandals with you when you passed by the shoe racks. “So, how was your trip?”

“A fucking hell,” Rin answered as he put down the heavy luggage in his hands. “Some brats wouldn’t shut up in the plane.”

You chuckled at his complaint. He probably means his teammates. “But you win right? Like, three goals in your name, wasn’t it, in the final?”

Rin’s frown deepened. You tried not to wince as you helped him unbutton his jacket. Seemed like you stepped on a landmine.

“Two. The last one is a joke dragged straight out of Isagi and that shitty brother’s ass,” Rin gritted his teeth. “I’m not taking that one.”

You grimaced awkwardly at that. In the end, no matter how many years passed, whatever was going on between him and those two would never change much in the field. You made a note to send a thank you text to Isagi later. It must be an experience to deal with a pissed Rin while rooming with him. You sincerely hoped Sae’s hotel room was nowhere near theirs this time.

As you reached the last button and wondered whether you should continue talking to him or not, Rin heaved out a heavy sigh. Once again, you let yourself eye his handsome face. Eighteen hours flight must had been rough, especially if he was beating himself up over the third goal.

Trying hard not to imagine what sort of debriefing transpired afterward, you decided to just lean your forehead against him. “Well, still, I'm happy you are here now, Rin baby.”

“Don’t call me baby,” Rin said, softly as he pressed his forehead back against yours. Closing his eyes slowly whilst the furrow in between his eyes faded.

You chuckled, then decidedly opted to ignore that meaningless protest. “You are home and need to rest, so now just fill your brain with what sort of food you want to eat. Do you need me to prepare your bath too?”

Rin scoffed, pulling away from you as he looked at you. But as he opened his mouth, you found yourself looking at him letting it hang open, as if the words he was about to say disappeared in his throat before he could let them out. And then it repeated for a few times, before Rin finally closed his mouth and looked away from you.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, leaning towards him slightly to peer at his face. Yet, without a response or a glance, Rin continued to glare at the floor, resembling an upset toddler. Confused, you raised an eyebrow.

Tired Rin really is a bit of a homework sometimes, especially when he gets baggage in that tough head of his.

You kept your stare on his face, trying to understand what sort of thing he wanted to say through his very Rin language. At that, Rin finally gave you a quick side eye, chiding you, “What are you looking at?”

“My boyfriend’s bad communication skills,” you replied to him easily, earning a click of his tongue as a reply. “What’s wrong? Did your stomach hurt suddenly?”

“I’m not a kid,” Rin snapped his head back to you. Oddly enough, there was no glare directed at you as he did so. If anything, there was a more gentle turn in the way his eyes looked back at you.

And after a few moments of silence, that was when it made sense.

You tried to hold back a loud laugh and wide grin, settling for a more dotting smile instead. “…I miss you too.”

Almost instantly, Rin glared at you with a red burst blooming over his cheeks and ears. But, as he was about to bark out a denial, his mouth once again hung open as no sound came out of it. In the end, he merely stared at you with many things written in his eyes.

Then, seconds later, he sighed loudly, almost groaning, before opening his hands. You blinked at his gesture, not quite getting what he meant.

“Just come here,” Rin said, in a tone that sounded like it was saying that he didn’t want to elaborate more of the previous topic. “I will catch you.”

In a way, you knew it was a bait. A very obvious and poor bait. Still, though, who were you to refuse him, if he brought up that offer out of all things by his own will?

So, happily, you threw your hands around him.

“Rin! Welcome home!”

Like a clockwork and a magnet to iron, Rin clasped his hands around you just as tightly, with many words and promises remaining unsaid, yet undeniably felt and there, lacing his affection.

“Hm—yeah, I’m home.”

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[estapa-edwards]

Trevor Zegras with a hairstylist reader whom is his best friend & has the biggest crush on him, he doesn’t know tho. Z always goes to the hair saloon whenever he gets dumped and gets his hair washed to relive stress & ranting about how he somehow can’t keep a relationship, but reader know Z will only go back into a relationship a few days later (full on angst, you can decide if reader & Z will be a couple or not). Thank you, love you!!

KEEP - T. ZEGRAS

paring: Trevor Zegras x reader

word count: 1.6k

requested? yes

warnings: use of y/n.

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Trevor Zegras, affectionately called Z by those closest to him, trudged into the small, warmly lit salon. His usually confident stride was subdued, shoulders slightly hunched, and his face was a mask of frustration and sadness. He glanced around the familiar space, taking in the comforting scent of hair products and the soft hum of conversations blending with the background music.

Y/N, his best friend and hairstylist, looked up from her station. Her heart sank at the sight of him. she had seen this scene play out too many times. Trevor was here for his routine post-breakup hair wash, a ritual that had become all too familiar over the years. Y/N had been harboring a secret crush on him for as long as she could remember, but  Trevor seemed oblivious, always lost in his own world of fleeting relationships.

"Hey, Z," Y/N greeted softly, trying to mask the concern in her voice. "Another rough one?"

Trevor sighed, running a hand through his tousled hair. "Yeah, you could say that. Mind if I get the usual? I need to clear my head."

Y/N nodded, motioning for him to take a seat at the shampoo station. As Trevor settled into the chair, Y/N prepared the water, making sure it was just the right temperature. She poured a generous amount of shampoo into her hands and began to massage it into his scalp.

Trevor closed his eyes, a look of relief washing over his face. "I don't get it, Y/N. Why can't I keep a relationship? What's wrong with me?"

Y/N's heart ached at the vulnerability in his voice. She had heard these questions before, each time feeling a pang of sympathy mixed with frustration. "There's nothing wrong with you, Z. Sometimes things just don't work out. It's not always about you."

Trevor huffed, his eyes still closed. "Maybe. But it feels like I'm the common denominator. Every time, it's the same story. I think it's going great, and then bam, it's over."

Y/N continued to work the shampoo through his hair, her fingers moving in soothing circles. "Maybe you're just picking the wrong people. Or maybe you're not ready for something serious yet."

Trevor opened his eyes, looking up at Y/N with a mix of confusion and curiosity. "What do you mean?"

Y/N hesitated, unsure if she should delve deeper. "I just mean that maybe you're not looking for the right things in a relationship. Or maybe you're not being yourself fully. Sometimes it takes time to figure out what you really want."

Trevor sighed again, leaning back into the chair. "Maybe you're right. I just... I don't know. It feels like I'm always chasing something that slips through my fingers."

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest. She wanted to tell him how she felt, how she had always been there for him, how she had seen him at his best and worst, and still cared for him deeply. But fear held them back. Fear of ruining their friendship, fear of rejection, fear of breaking the fragile balance they had maintained for so long.

Instead, she kept her thoughts to themselves, focusing on washing away his stress with each stroke. "You deserve to be happy, Z. And you'll find someone who sees you for who you really are. Just don't lose hope."

Trevor smiled faintly, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. "Thanks, Y/N. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Y/N's heart fluttered at his words, but she forced themselves to remain calm. "That's what friends are for, right?"

--- --- --- 

The days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Each time Trevor found himself single again, he would return to the salon, seeking solace in the routine that had become his anchor. And each time, Y/N was there, listening, comforting, and silently yearning for him to see them in a different light.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, Trevor walked into the salon, a familiar look of dejection on his face. Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. This time felt different, though. There was a deeper sadness in his eyes, a weariness that hadn't been there before.

"Hey, Y/N," he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Hey, Z," Y/N replied, her voice gentle. "Rough day?"

Trevor nodded, sinking into the chair at the shampoo station. "Yeah. Really rough."

Y/N began her familiar routine, her fingers moving through his hair with practiced ease. As she worked, Trevor began to talk, his voice a mix of frustration and sadness. "I thought this one was different, Y/N. I really did. But she said I was too distant, too focused on other things. She didn't think I was serious about us."

Y/N's heart ached at his words. She wanted to scream that she saw him, that she understood him in ways no one else did. But instead, she kept her voice steady. "Maybe she wasn't the right one for you, Z. Maybe she didn't see all the amazing things about you."

Trevor sighed, leaning back into the chair. "Maybe. But it just feels like I'm never enough. Like I'm always missing something."

Y/N's hands stilled for a moment before resuming her gentle motions. She took a deep breath, gathering her courage. "Z, have you ever thought that maybe you're looking for the wrong things? Maybe what you need isn't out there, but right in front of you?"

Trevor opened his eyes, looking up at Y/N with a mixture of confusion and curiosity. "What do you mean?"

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest. This was it. The moment she had been dreading and hoping for. "I mean that maybe you've been overlooking something, or someone, who cares about you more than anyone else ever could."

Trevor's eyes widened slightly, realization slowly dawning on him. "Y/N, are you saying...?"

Y/N nodded, her hands trembling slightly. "I've been your best friend for years, Z. I've seen you at your best and worst, and I've always cared about you. More than just a friend."

Trevor stared at them, his mind racing. "I... I never realized. I always thought you were just being a good friend."

Y/N smiled sadly. "I was. But it was always more than that for me. I didn't want to say anything because I didn't want to ruin what we have. But I can't keep pretending that I'm okay with just being your friend."

Trevor sat up, turning to face Y/N fully. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Y/N shrugged, tears welling up in her eyes. "I was scared. Scared that you wouldn't feel the same way, scared that I'd lose you. But I can't keep hiding how I feel."

Trevor reached out, taking Y/N's hand in his. "Y/N, I don't know what to say. This is a lot to take in."

Y/N nodded, squeezing his hand gently. "I know. And I don't expect you to have all the answers right now. I just needed you to know how I feel."

Trevor looked into Y/N's eyes, a myriad of emotions playing across his face. "I need time to process this, Y/N. But I promise, I won't let this ruin our friendship. You're too important to me."

Y/N smiled through her tears, relief flooding her chest. "That's all I can ask for, Z."

--- --- --- 

The days that followed were a whirlwind of emotions for both of them. Trevor found himself thinking about Y/N constantly, replaying their conversations in his mind. He had always known that Y/N was special, but he had never considered the possibility of something more between them.

As time passed, he began to see Y/N in a new light. He noticed the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed, the way she always seemed to know exactly what to say to make him feel better, the way she cared for him with a depth that he had never experienced before.

One evening, as the sun set, Trevor found himself standing outside the salon, his heart pounding in his chest. He took a deep breath, gathered his courage, and walked inside. Y/N was there, as always, working on a client's hair. she looked up and smiled when she saw him, but there was a hint of uncertainty in her eyes.

"Hey, Z," Y/N greeted, her voice tentative.

"Hey, Y/N," Trevor replied, his voice steady. "Can we talk? After you're done?"

Y/N nodded, her heart racing. "Of course. Just give me a few minutes."

Once the client had left and the salon was empty, Trevor approached Y/N, his heart pounding in his chest. "I've been doing a lot of thinking, Y/N. About what you said."

Y/N's breath caught in her throat. "And?"

Trevor  took a deep breath, reaching out to take Y/N's hand in his. "And I've realized that you're right. I've been looking for something that was right in front of me all along. You."

Y/N's eyes widened, hope and disbelief mingling in her gaze. "Z, are you saying...?"

Trevor nodded, his grip on her hand tightening. "I'm saying that I care about you, Y/N. More than just a friend. I don't know what the future holds, but I want to see where this can go. With you."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she looked into Trevor's earnest gaze. "I've wanted to hear those words for so long, Z. I care about you too. More than anything."

Trevor smiled, pulling them into a tight embrace. "Then let's take this one step at a time. Together."

[shinynewboots]

Listen to your Heart Part 2: Adam x pregnant!reader

AN: The long-awaited second and final part of Listen to Your Heart! I hope you all enjoy! This one is just pure smut lol

Warnings: 18+, smut, cunnilingus, Pregnancy (and reader being insecure of her body), cursing, breeding kink, no beta we die like Adam

tag list: @madmiriam, @tanuki0-clock @starbright349 @ukor02 @jennieyeager

Part 1

You and Adam had been adjusting to life at the hotel as best you could. You had attended all of Charlie's activities (as silly as some of them were) and you felt like you had made genuine connections with the occupants of the hotel. You had also become the unofficial hotel doctor and would be asked various medical questions that you tried to answer to the best of your ability (only so many things you could do with bloodwork or proper equipment).

In all, you enjoyed your time at the hotel. And you knew he would never admit it, but you knew the hotel was growing on Adam as well.

Speaking of growing, your stomach had grown exponentially since your arrival at the hotel. You could no longer see your feet (a fact you would moan to Adam about constantly) and you were now 7 months pregnant. Possible redemption (and fucking birth) felt so close and yet so far away.

Adam had become even more affectionate as your stomach grew. He almost constantly had a hand on you (or more accurately, wrapped around you) whenever you were around each other. He loved to spend hours rubbing your stomach and talking to 'Hellion'.

You had started to become more fatigued as the days dragged on, your beloved Hellion sapping most of your energy and nutrients. Little Leech, more like it.

There was one such afternoon when you were feeling particularly fatigued that Adam had come to check on you after you had told him you were going to lie for a nap an hour before.

"How are my favorite girls doing?" Adam asked, sliding into bed beside you and placing a large hand on your stomach.

You smiled softly. "We don't know that Hellion's a girl."

"Nah, Hellion is definitely a girl." He replied, rubbing your stomach gently.

"You sound confident, or rather more confident than normal."

Adam only smirked and lowered his head to trail soft kisses down your distended belly. He was slow and methodical and his facial hair tantalizingly brushed against your stomach. You closed your eyes in gentle pleasure and stretched your arms out over your head.

You missed the mischievous look Adam gave you as he made his way to the waistline of your pajama shorts. He grabbed the waistband with his teeth and began to slide them down your legs. Your eyes shot open and your legs came together.

Adam gave you a questioning look. "What's wrong?"

You felt your face heat up as you stared down at him, his face so close to your core, begging for him to continue. "I just don't feel attractive right now. I look like I'm about to pop."

Adam frowned and crawled up the bed so that he was facing you head on. He gripped your jaw softly, thumb rubbing over your bottom lip in a teasing way.

"Y/N, you're fucking gorgeous. I've never seen someone glow the way you do, especially now since you're carrying my kid."

"Adam," You whispered, your breath quickening.

"It takes everything in me not to fuck you all over every inch of this hotel. You literally make me go fucking insane, seeing you swollen with my kid. If I could, I'd keep you locked in here forever and never leave this bed."

Your breathing hitched and all you could do was nod. Hearing him confess to be almost constantly going over the edge just at the sight of your body made you crave his touch, his kiss, his body.

Satisfied with your reaction, Adam resumed his place down below your core and finished pulling off your shorts, leaving you bare to his hungry gaze.

He began to kiss up your left thigh, lingering and sucking in the sensitive area. A moan escaped your mouth, which encouraged Adam to suck your soft, sensitive skin even more, leaving love bites in his wake.

His kisses became licks as his tongue made a path to your core, his tongue savoring the taste of your skin and his face making that of a starving man.

You reached out your left hand and tangled it in his messy hair, your fingers wrapping possessively around the strands. Adam moaned as you pushed his head down closer to your core. Your legs parted to allow him further access and his warm breath tickled the bundle of nerves that sat in agony, waiting to be touched.

"Adam," You moaned, your hips bucking in anticipation. Adam responded in kind and suddenly his tongue found your clit and swirled around it slowly, savoring you like a dessert one has been waiting for all day.

"You taste so fucking sweet," Adam whispered between licks. One of his fingers played at your entrance until he decided to push it in slowly.

"Fuck," You whimpered. Your eyes were closed in ecstasy and in that moment you knew you would simply die once more if he were to stop his passionate acts. Your hand wrapped in his hair pushed him further into your core.

Adam continued to lick and suck at your clit, your juices and his saliva mixing together in a way that made him want to drink from you for the rest of his eternity.

"Fuck, Adam," You moaned, your back arched and your hands clinched. He used that moment to insert a second finger into you, your walls surrounding them tightly and taking them captive.

You were so close to the edge, you could feel the orgasm build in a more intense manner than you had ever felt before.

"I'm about to-"You moaned before every thought in your head was erased and replaced with the pure ecstasy of the orgasm Adam had brought you to. Your body spasm and shivered and your the walls of your cunt tightened around his fingers like a boa constrictor.

You panted, your eyes wild as your watched Adam emerge from your cunt. His face glistened with the sheen of you, his eyes ignited with passion. You looked over at his crotch to his cock hard beneath pants.

"Strip," You commanded, still breathless and on your back as you stared over at Adam. Adam said nothing, but stripped out of his clothes and lay on the bed beside you. His hand lazily stroked his cock as he took in the site of you, heavy with his child and utterly spent from the orgasm he gave you.

You rolled over (an impressive feat considering your current state) so that you were crouched over Adam. You straddled his waist and grabbed his cock from his hand, thrusting it into your body. Your was still wet and tight from your orgasm. Adam gasped at the sensation, his face one of pure bliss.

You gathered yourself, letting your body accommodate to the feel of his large cock. Adam grabbed your hips with his hands and squeezed tightly.

"Fuck," Adam groaned as you began to ride his cock, making rhythmic, slow movements. Your breasts, heavy under the weight of pregnancy, bounced with every thrust.

"Fucking bitch, you've never been more sexy than you are now, pregnant with kid."

Adam's confession made your heart flutter and your hand move to your clit. You rubbed purposefully circles around your clit as you rode him, pushing you both closer and closer to the edge.

Adam moaned and bucked his hips up to further thrust into you and you felt as though you were being utterly impaled in the most delightful way. You felt so sexy, swollen and riding the father of your child as he stared at you with adoration and lust.

You felt yourself so close to the precipice. So close to the knot in your belly that had formed becoming unraveled.

"Adam I'm about to come," You whimpered, your hips grinding against his own in a more frantic motion.

"Come for me," He breathed out, his hands squeezing your hips even tighter. You felt your cunt tighten as you peaked at your orgasm, trapping his cock. Adam let out a groan and you could feel his warm seed filling your womb.

You straddled him for a moment longer, your eyes still seeing stars. Sweat coated both of you and found yourself shiver as you came down from your second orgasm. You slowly removed yourself from Adam and slowly flopped over to the side of him, his cum rolling down your love-bitten thighs.

Adam pulled you close so that your head lay on his chest. He kissed the top of your head and his hand found its familiar position on his stomach.

You smiled softly as Hellion kicked when she realized her father was near. Though not conventional in the slightest, you were excited about this odd life you shared with Adam and your future child (especially if it meant more lazy napping days to come).

[toruro]

hi! can i request maybe the reader being shy and a little self concious during their first time with hoshi ?

impurities (show you my impurities)

↳ pairing. k. soonyoung x reader ↳ tags. smut (18+) but nothing actually happens lol, insecurities, loss of virginity, implied oral (f receiving)

"soo—soonyoung," you whine into your boyfriend's neck as he nips at the skin just behind your ear, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the curve of your jawline.

when you came over to your boyfriend's place for the evening, you didn't expect to end up here—straddling soonyoung's lap as you both fervently make out. okay well that's a lie. maybe you had the teensiest of ideas that things might just lead to this very heated, very passionate, very hot make out session you two have got going on.

earlier, the thought of sharing this moment with soonyoung was exhilarating, enthralling, exciting—and not to get you wrong, it still is—it's just, now you're a little bit...nervous.

soonyoung knows it's your first time, you told him earlier, so he's being extra careful with you right now, but you catch him getting lost in the desire every few moments or so—he'll bite down on your bottom lip just a little too hard and it'll have you moaning into his mouth, he'll grapple at the soft flesh of your ass just a little too roughly and it'll have your hips rocking harder into his—you get it.

and you've been vying for this equally as eagerly, if anything, which is why you can't quite explain the uncomfortable feeling that settles at the pit of your stomach after soonyoung lifts you to his bedroom, gently dropping you down on his bed.

he's being so careful with the way he's touching you, ravaging your skin but not too much, reminding himself that he wants—no, needs—to take things slowly because you're quite literally the best thing that's happened to him and he'll be damned if he doesn't cherish you like you deserve.

he's watching you so intently that he notices immediately when your touch wavers, when your eyes flicker back and forth, when you press the side of your face into mattress as if you were hiding.

"what's wrong?" soonyoung asks, immediately pulling himself away from you slightly. "do you want to stop?"

"no!" you blurt out, blinking rapidly as you try to collect your emotions. of course you don't want him to stop but also, as you look down at your stomach, your thighs, your panties (when did he take off your shorts?!), you're overcome with a feeling that you'd never have to experience around soonyoung—insecurity.

soonyoung has never not made it feel like you were loved, and if anything, he went above and beyond to make sure that you felt like you were constantly at the top of the world; which probably is why you're being plunged into a sea of guilt at let even the slightest thoughts of self-consciousness plague your mind.

"what is it? angel, you can tell me, you know?" he urges, and you know he isn't saying it but this is his way of begging you tell him something, anything. "we can stop—we don't have to do this—we can wait—"

"soonyoung," you murmur, propping yourself up on your elbows so you can get a better look at him. "i'm just nervous," you tell him honestly, chewing on your bottom lip as you anticipate his answer.

he leans back a little, taking in the sight of you in front of him: your legs are loosely wrapped around his torso while he sits between them, and the way you're biting your lip has him going crazy.

"about what?" he asks, tucking some hair behind your ear affectionately. "it's your first time angel, i know—i'll take care of you real good, okay? but that's only if you want to."

"of course i want to, it's just..."

"just what?" your eyes glance down at your body and that's when soonyoung gets it. grabbing your chin, he forces you to look up and face him. "you're so beautiful, you know that?"

"soo—" he doesn't give you to chance to respond, crashing his lips on yours as soon as you open your mouth. your elbows give out under you and you let your head fall back onto the mattress as he presses his body over you.

when he pulls away, there's a look of sheer intensity in his eyes that quite literally makes you shiver. a string of saliva connects your mouths, and soonyoung swipes a rough thumb over your lower lip to collect some of the wetness.

he leans back, and instead of capturing your lips, he carefully lifts up your shirt so your upper half is left in only your bra. "so fucking perfect," he breaths out, fingers grazing over the skin of your stomach, touch so soft you almost don't realize it's there until it's inching up and he presses at the flesh of your tits.

you moan at the way he slips his fingers under the bra, tweaking one nipple with one hand, toying with the waistband of your panties with the other.

"soonyoung," you say his name, and for a second he gets worried that maybe, just maybe he did something wrong.

"is this okay?"

"i—yes—can you take care of me?" you plead, "please, soonie?"

soonyoung inhales sharply at the way you use his nickname, and he swears that in that moment, he'll do anything and everything for you if you asked.

"yeah angel, yeah i'll take care of you," he mumbles, pressing down to kiss the curve of your breasts. his hands trail down to your legs, guiding your thighs to wrap back around his waist, and fuck, the way he's gripping at the flesh so desperately is wiping away any doubts you had about yourself just moments earlier.

"you wanna know what i'm gonna do?" soonyoung asks, lifting his head up just enough so he can meet your gaze.

"w-what?" you ask curiously, and he damn near melts at the way your ears burn red.

"i'm gonna eat you out," he says casually. "eat you out 'til you can't feel anything but me, and then i'm gonna fuck you 'til you can't think anything but me. and it's gonna feel so good, angel, and you know why?"

your voice is meek and wavering at the filthy words that are spilling out of his mouth, and it's a miracle that you're able to respond with a soft, "why?"

"'cause you're the prettiest person on this whole damn planet," soonyoung says, inching down the mattress and away from you, and before you know it he has your legs thrown over his shoulder, "and this is exactly what you deserve."

[onlinekitsune]

ೃ⁀➷ PAIRING, GENRE, WARNINGS: mammon/gn! reader, hurt/comfort, protective mammon, also loving and affectionate mammon, warnings for: bullying, mostly like rumors around reader, nothing graphic, physical, or detailed

ೃ⁀➷ SYNOPSIS: nothing could prepare you for attending a school mostly made for demons. you didn't know what to expect or what not to expect. however, having rumors spread around you wasn't anywhere near your guesses. you'd thought that was just a human thing, clearly you were wrong. you kept them just between yourself and strayed away from the brothers. never expecting the impact that it would have on one brother in particular.

ೃ⁀➷ WRITER’S NOTE: hello my beloveds!! i hope you are doing well!! i wanted to throw a lil thing out real quick. i'm still working on the cyoa, it should be out soon!! also wtf i never expected to hit 1k on ANY of my posts or even be close to 200 followers! it's a small achievement i suppose, but i started this blog out of impulse! and never intended to have people to enjoy my content, so i truly do appreciate it! also also i redid a taglist thing, if anyone is interested! no pressure! just thought i should maybe have one? i love u all mwah

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Your only company in the classroom was a single ray of moonlight peeking through the window. You scoffed at yourself for letting silly rumors get to you. You should’ve been used to them, especially going to an all human school. Atlas, here you were wasting your time hiding in classrooms. You didn’t want to burden any of the brothers with your problems. Although, you wouldn’t know if they’d be able to tell. Even so you didn’t want to drag their names along with yours. There was enough attention between you all when people found out you lived with them. You swung your feet, frustrated at how sensitive you were. Studying, that'd get my mind out of this gutter. You swung open the first textbook in your stack. It was about Curses and Hexes. The thought of using these against your classmates wove through your mind. You browsed through like they were some sort of catalog.

“Oi, there ya are! Where have ya been? Why are ya here still?” Mammon bombarded. You stumbled in your seat, dropping the book onto the ground. You would’ve followed if it wasn’t for Mammon’s quick reflexes. He held on your chair, raising an eyebrow.

“M-Mammon? What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be home by now”

“Coulda ask you the same thing! You’re studyin’ here? You could do that back home.” He replied, still right beside you. You tried to control your nervousness, but you felt your heart pound with every second. You avoided his gaze and hesitated. Guilt began to settle in, realizing he was looking for you.

“Yeah. I just, got caught up. You can go ahead, I’ll follow soon.” You laughed. It was hard recognizing your own voice. You just hoped it’d be enough for Mammon. He let go of your chair and moved from your view. You let out a soft breath, as you clutched your book.

“Did I do somethin’ wrong?”

“Huh?” You let out, turning around. Mammon stood behind you, facing the door. He shuffled around, to face you. There was an odd look of worried splattered across his face.

“You’ve been actin’ weird these few days. You’ve avoiding everyone, but, specially me. Did ya just forget we walk back home together? I didn’t say anything bad right? Did-“

“It’s nothing to do with you, Mammon.” You interrupted. Your finger fidgeted along the points of the pages. You didn’t consider how this would of effected them. Silence fell upon hearing footsteps from outside of the classroom.

“... can't believe a human like them, is getting special treatment... like it's really annoying how... they're kinda weird too haha... living at the house of lamentation? ugh! why them... hate living with a human...”

Their words cut in and out like an lost signal. You sighed, just relieved they didn’t enter the room. On the other hand, Mammon was fuming. No one had the right to bad mouth you. He teased you but that was just a friendly thing! He gritted his teeth, heading towards the voices. You had the moment to grab his wrist, pulling him back. “Wait. Mammon, don’t.”

“Why? They shouldn’t be sayin’ things like that! Specially ‘bout you!” He spat, glaring towards the door. His protectiveness pulled on your heartstrings.

“It’s whatever, just don’t get involved.. please.” You whispered, slightly tugging him away from the door. He turned to look at you. Your eyes were soft, and full of worry. And yet the shined so bright along with the moonlight. It was almost as if the light was there just to accompany them.

“Is this why you’ve been weird?” He asked. You felt your soul sink a pit in your stomach. The look on your face was enough of an answer to him. You dropped your head down, defeated by yourself.

“I…I didn’t want to drag you into this. It’s stupid. I’m sorry.” You muttered. You tried holding back the tears but they puddled along your waterline. "I wanted to be able to leave you all out of it." Mammon stood silent but still stood beside you. Your tears ended up pattering along the floor, spread around your feet. Being so vulnerable and open made you feel absolutely mortified. You didn't want anyone to know about this, and even worse, let anyone see you cry about it.

“It’s not stupid.” He replied, placing a hand on your own. You didn't realize that you had your hand still wrapped around his wrist. "Anyone would be upset."

"Mammon, I'm not a child. I should be able to just push these stupid rumors away. I'm just too sensitive."

"There ain't anything wrong with that. It's okay to be sensitive... it's actually a little refreshing." Mammon replied, falling into a murmur. His cheeks flushed a soft shade of red. "It's like comforting."

You tilted your head. It was a bit odd to see such a timid version of Mammon. "I-"

"We all love you! So, hiding from us only hurts everyone. I'm your first, so hiding from me... is just unbelievable! Ya should be able to come to me 'bout anything!" He blurted, grabbing ahold of both of your hands. You froze at the sudden change. Mammon was not the best at showing his emotions. But, here he was trying his best to pour out his heart to you. You'd be lying if you said it wasn't working. Even if he wasn't the best at words, the thought really shined through. A smile slowly made it's way through you. You squeezed Mammon's hands.

"I love you too. Thank you. I.. didn't mean to worry you." You nervously laughed. The silence fell through again, as the two of you just stood in each other's presence. Your eyes glanced between your hands intertwined and Mammon's expression. He shifted his head a bit, looking around. But before you could say anything, he'd already moved in to kiss you. It was quick but unexpectedly soft.

"Sorry! I shoulda asked? I'm sorry!"

You could only laugh at how stupidly cute he could be sometimes. You pulled him into a hug. You didn't expect this to be an outcome of what today had in store, but you'd take it. It was better than crying in a classroom.

"Stop apologizing, and... kiss me again."

[takenbypeter]

Heyyy, I'm back 😍 I'm the weirdo that said I'll give you my life for some Todd fics. And I do owe you now because you did it and I'M SO happy. Since you asked for ideas, could you do a fic about Todd with an insecure reader (specifically a plus sized reader if you could ☝️☺️❤️💪) I will literally give you my first born child.

Different People Same Feelings

Todd Tolansky x plus size reader

Words: 824

Author’s note: I tried not to delve too deep with the emotions cause I’m not good with emotional stuff and this one kinda rung home with me so sorry if it’s not what you were looking for.

Creep. Gross. Freak. Toad’s heard it all. 

But while other people’s words brought him down, yours were right there to bring him back up. 

Affectionate. Witty. Wonderful. Those were the words that came to his mind now. He got so used to your optimistic thinking that it didn’t even occur to him that you might need some of that positivity yourself. 

You weren’t the thinnest and you were okay with that. While most of the time you tried not to care for what others thought you couldn’t help but focus on your coworkers words, said earlier that week. 

“Squishy?” You repeated as you looked at yourself in the mirror, your hand grabbing at the skin of your waist when Todd threw the door open. 

“Keep your cool, the Toad-miester has arrived,” he shouted, his eyes landing on you. 

Stepping into your room he could tell the typical vibes were off but he didn’t care, he was just happy to see you. So in his bliss of happiness he hopped over, and once close enough he straightened his back and met your mouth.

His lips caught you off guard, with your mind elsewhere, but you eased into the kiss, at least before his hands landed on your waist. When his hands rested on your body you were instantly reminded of that word again. 

Squishy.

Your hands found his, as you tried to gently move them away without any detection but obviously that wasn’t the case.

Todd separated from you, his hands returning to his side as he gave you a nervous expression to which you just smiled back. It wasn’t the first time you’d done something like that recently. He was honestly going to avoid the whole conversation, afraid that if he mentioned it, it would just end up with him hurt, but something about your face moved him to ask.

“Did I do something wrong?”

That question plus the sad expression he wore made you feel guilty for even making Toad think that. “What? No, of course not, no you haven’t done anything wrong.”

You both stood in silence awkwardly, you; being unable to express yourself and him; being afraid of creating conflict. But eventually one of you had to break the tension created and it seemed like Toad was willing to take that risk. 

“If it isn’t me, then what’s wrong?”

You held your lips tight breathing in through your nose, before telling him the story. “At work my coworker was, you know, joking and telling a story, and she poked my stomach. Then she quickly removed and asked what that was that she poked? And I said my stomach and she said it felt way squished than she expected. And I know it was just a word and she probably didn’t mean anything by it, but now I’m just looking at myself. Every roll, every bump and handle. I’m just staring and thinking that everything that I try to hide about my body everyone can see. And you know when you tell yourself it’s all in your head, nobody notices it. Now I’m realizing everybody does notice and I’ve just been out here gaslighting myself.”

Toad was not prepared for any of that, he had no idea this was going on. 

“I don’t know, I just wish I was different, do you ever wish I was different?”

You knew the question was way too much, you sort of hated yourself for even asking it, but you couldn’t help but wonder what Todd thought especially considering he was on the other side of the scale with him being more slender. 

That question was just about the least depressing way you figured you could’ve worded it. 

Todd took a step back looking you up and down, “are you kidding, you’re hot!” 

You gave him a tight lipped smile, of course he would say that’s, he was your boyfriend. But honestly you didn’t want to think about it anymore, all you wanted to do was be alone.

”Thanks,” you said, turning your back to him. 

“Wait, wait, wait,” he he’d your elbow turning you around again. “No, I don't wish you looked different. You’re my babe. You’re gorgeous inside and out,” in the process of his words he lifted your arms to wrap around his shoulders, “you gave me a chance. I never want you to be anything but yourself. If you think people are looking at you funny it’s me they're probably looking at.”

“Hey,” you warned while he shot you a laugh making you grin a little. 

“Do you ever wish I looked different?” He asked, using your own question against you.

You looked at him before bringing your foreheads together. “Never.”

Toad learned something new that day. He learned that there are times when you felt just as bad as he did and he learned that his words actually meant a lot to someone, and that fact itself meant alot to him.

[pandorasword]

Chaeri as the 8th and youngest member of BTS.

Chaeri's masterlist

❒ Reading order: 1. Chaeri's recovery | 2. Calvin Klein with Jk | 3. HS concert

❒ genre: Angst

❒ words: 2.5k+

❒ summary: In which Harry Styles' post-concert doesn't go as planned for Chaeri, as Jungkook has something to tell her

❒ warnings: swearing; heated argument;

❒ pairing: Jungkook x 8thmember!OC

❒ notes: I'd have much to say about what I wrote. First of all, it was very difficult. Chaeri has this very annoying way about her in which she uses anger to hide other emotions, and I did not find it easy to write. Usually I don't expose myself much, for those who read my blog know that I didn't plan yet an ending of this story, but I think Jungkook is not in the wrong this time. Chaeri has sent him some unclear signals, plus she has completely distanced herself from him. In one way I understand his point of view.

Credits to media owners!

March 20, 2023

Chaeri bubbled with joy as she left the concert arena, greeting fans on her way out.

Concerts always put her in a cheerful mood, especially when it was Harry Styles performing, and having the chance to meet him backstage had made it an even better experience. For two hours, she felt like a normal friend hanging out with Yoongi and Namjoon rather than a celebrity herself.

When the concert paused halfway, Taehyung, who was nearby with Jungkook and a friend of theirs, asked her to tag along for a bite after the show. She accepted the offer, knowing that Yoongi and Namjoon would head home straight away once it was all over.

Though it didn't take her long to catch up with the two guys, she had to wait for the personnel managing the event to have most of the onlookers removed and organized so that all the celebrities could leave without being mobbed.

Chaeri waved to both of them as she drew near, her face aching from the long smile it had been wearing since the night started. "It was stunning" she exclaimed.

Wrapping Taehyung in an all-encompassing hug, she beamed with happiness "Harry was so nice to agree to take a picture only with me! I can't believe it's already finished"

She diverted her attention from Taehyung to give Jungkook a warm welcome too.

Harry Styles had put her in such a great mood, she wasn't going to let the bad vibes from their last encounter while on the set of the Calvin Klein photoshoot ruin her night.

So, she gave him a hug, albeit briefer than Taehyung, and then touched his arm gently, asking "Did you have a good time?"

Jungkook nodded, his voice muffled by the mask he had not yet taken off his face. "Yes," he said "there's not many who can put on a show quite like Harry Styles"

Chaeri gave his arm an affectionate pat in reply to his comment. "Well said!"

"Did she just turned in fangirl mode?" Taehyung teased her playfully, and she stuck out her tongue in response.

"Aren't we all a bit of a fangirl for him?"

Once they were in the car and out of sight, Tae maneuvered himself from the backseat to the front, taking care to not bump into them with his long legs. He then took a seat next to the driver

"What the hell are you doing?" Chaeri inquired, avoiding the near-miss of a kick that the boy almost gave her as he scrambled to get into the front seat

Taehyung leaned back in his chair and breathed a sigh of relief, pleased with himself for achieving the task. He spun around to face the two people he had just brought together. "I'm giving you both the chance to clear the air."

"What? There's nothing to talk about"

"Stop it," Taehyung replied sternly to her. "Every time we're all together, it's incredibly awkward because of you two. I don't know how you avoided it tonight. This has to end. Make peace."

With those words, he shut the divider between the back and front seats of the car, providing them with some privacy.

Chaeri had her mouth slightly open in amazement and was beginning to get nervous. She also knew that the broken rapport between her and Jungkook was a source of stress for the whole group, yet was that really the night and was that really the way to discuss it?

Jungkook shifted in his seat, his gaze fixed on Chaeri. "I'm sorry," he said "Don't take it out on him, I was the one who asked him to tell you to come in the car with us and give us some privacy. I needed to talk to you"

"I really can't believe you two pulled me into this little game"

Taehyung's words echoed through the divider, making Chaeri jump. "No one is playing games," he had his gaze focused on her reflected eyes in the driving mirror "You two have been avoiding each other for weeks, and it's not healthy for the group dynamic. Clear the air, talk it out."

She tapped her knuckles against the divider and asked, "Don't you remember you said we'd have some privacy?"

"My apologies," he replied. The boy in the front seat had now tucked his head down, out of sight. He was trying to be invisible.

Jungkook glanced down at his hands, where an array of silver rings glinted in the light. His fingers nervously twisted them around and around as he spoke, his gaze fixated on the shining metal "Before anything else," he began, "I want to apologize for what happened last time. I should have respected your boundaries... But I don't regret saying what I said." 

A heavy silence filled the air as she stared at him, her lips parting slightly before closing again. After a long pause, she finally muttered "Jungkook, please. Let's not talk about this again” 

The car had been driving for several minutes, thus taking away any hope of escape from that conversation she did not want to face. She made a mental note to kill Taehyung once that day was over.

"No,I refuse to delay this conversation any longer”

Well, from better to better.

Crossing her arms, she turned away from him, her lips pressed into a thin line. "I'm not going to hear what you have to say” she had to warm her voice first, to make it come out as if she didn't care what he had to say to her

Jungkook's emotions were now clear on his face: lips slightly pursed, eyes narrowed, and a jaw clenched tight in an effort to stay composed.

Damn stubborn girl

It typically took a lot to shake him up, anger or irritate him in any way. He was used to having his patience pushed by disrespectful people, and he considered himself quite logical and thoughtful. But it took all the willpower in him to utter the right words without starting an argument; that was the goal, after all - discussing without fighting.

He paused and took in a breath before continuing "Remember when you promised that you'd always hear me out? Has that changed too since then? What is left of us? I'm not talking about our..relationship. But of who we were for each other before all this”

Chaeri's stomach was in knots. She had been dreading this conversation for weeks and didn't want it to take place with an audience. Taehyung must have sensed her apprehension, as he cranked up the volume of the car radio. A song by Harry Styles came on - what a strange coincidence.

"I remember," The memory of them sitting on the steps of the old BigHit's building, much less tall than now- or at least Jungkook -, came vividly to her mind, along with the promise they had made each other to always remain close. It felt like a lifetime had gone by since then. ”But things have changed. We can't go back to the way things were before” Uttering those words felt like an inferno in her throat. She never wanted to say them aloud, yet there they were, hanging heavily in the air.

Jungkook felt something break inside his mind at the sound of those words, wishing he had been able to keep his composure and not let his anger get the better of him.

"You don't even try! You avoid me like a plague! You were already distancing yourself from me before the accident, and now it's worse. When we were living together in the dorms while you were healing, though, it was almost like things were back to normal; like my Chaeri had returned. At least my friend" 

"Why won't you understand that we can never be fucking friends!” Her voice grew louder than she anticipated. It was her fury that prevented her from forming the words in her head before they came out of her mouth.

Jungkook's jaw dropped as his eyes widened in shock. He felt the tell-tale thumping of an accelerated pulse against his ribs, as if it was trying to escape his chest

"I will always care about you, no matter what happens. You'll always be family to me, but I can't be friends with you anymore - that's all there is to it”

Chaeri's voice was firm and unwavering but her eyes are were filled with sadness and her lips quivered slightly as she spoke. Her hands clasped together tightly in her lap, her knuckles white from the strain.

"That's all there is to it!? Are you fucking serious?"

Jungkook's voice had risen, the intensity of his emotions coloring his words.

They were both going too far with their words, causing pain to one another.

Taehyung quickly turned down the volume of the radio, sensing the tension in the car. He had hoped for a peaceful resolution, but it seemed like things were only escalating.

"Listen," he interjected, trying to diffuse the situation. "I think it's best if we all calm down. Emotions are running high right now, and we're not going to get anywhere like this."

Chaeri ignored him completely but leaned over to inform the driver to stop because she wanted to get out

"Is that how you want to solve the problem? By getting out of the car?” Jungkook was incredulous

"I don't want to hear from any of you anymore" Chaeri spat back

"We're on the highway Chaeri, where the fuck do you think you're getting off"

"At a goddamn truck stop, can I pee in peace for fuck's sake?" 

Jungkook observed as she opened the vehicle's door and stepped onto the shoulder of the highway once the car had come to a halt. Her form was tiny and vulnerable in the darkness, and he felt an overwhelming urge to go after her.

"I'm gonna go talk to her" he said to Taehyung, who nodded in agreement and stopped the driver who was about to get out of the car to follow both of them

"Chaeri! Just stop for a second”

Chaeri’s small frame and her strides cast a determined silhouette in the night. Her blond hair swished around her shoulders and fluttered in the wind as she continued walking, unfazed by Jungkook's pleas.

"No, you know what I'm going to do? I'll head into that store, use the restroom, and then enjoy the dinner you said you'd buy me - by myself."

"Why are you so stubborn?!" His voice rose in frustration

Chaeri stopped mid-stride and spun around, her face flushing bright red with anger. She glowered at him, "You used to appreciate my stubbornness!"

Jungkook’s eyes were focused yet there was a hint of exhaustion around the edges. The light from the passing cars illuminated the determination on his face "I still do," he said. "But not when it's at the expense of us" 

She drew closer to him, her heart pounding in her chest. She cleared her throat and spoke quietly, “Us? You say it as if we were still an 'us'”

Was she really taking out on him all the bitterness she felt toward her own agency for what it had put her through? As soon as the fog of her fury cleared, she knew she'd regret how she was treating him. But in that moment, it was still overshadowed by her blazing anger.

"And you say this as if it was up to me!" Jungkook's voice was rising with frustration, he cast a furtive glance around the empty parking lot of the truck stop, double-checking that no one was within earshot. "I could not decide anything about this relationship. I know I said that we had to move on, I remember the night I said that.. But I ... I can't stand it. I tried, but I can't"

Jungkook took a step closer to her, his hands outstretched as if to pull her into an embrace. "I don't want to move on," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want to let go of what we had"

Chaeri backed away, her eyes fixed on the tips of her shoes as she hugged herself tightly to keep out the chill and contain what she was feeling; whether it be was positive or negative 

"Whenever we're together, it seems to bring out the worst in us" 

The umpteenth realization that she gave the worst of herself every time she was with him made her sick. 

BigHit had been their downfall since they were first caught together - one continuous downward spiral until the crash in 2022. 

"It's like gasoline and fire; we bring out the worst in each other" She repeated at the end.

Jungkook took a step back, his hands falling to his sides. He understood what Chaeri was saying; since the break up they had been like a time bomb when they were together, ready to go off at any moment.

"It was not our fault" 

"I know, but it still happened. It didn't...work. We tried. We thought we could do it but in the end they won” She tried her best to keep her voice emotionless

"If I didn't know you-if I didn't know you, your indifference would make me think you never loved me!" Jungkook his voice hoarse with emotion

"Don't you dare say anything like that!" Chaeri's voice wavered, and she fought back tears. She took a step closer to him, looking up into his eyes "You know that's not true! "

"I don't understand why you're so determined to push me away" Jungkook said, his voice shaking. "I'll get over it if you.. love someone else now, but I cannot bear the thought of losing you as someone in my life" Those words on the tongue tasted like poison.

"We cannot be friends. Not the way we have been" she said, her gaze lowered to the ground, understanding this was the best decision for both of them.

"Why not!?"

"Because our love consumed me! Because every fucking time I see you, it feels like I'm stuck in the past. Every time I'm with you, you fucking idiot, I question myself about-" she couldn't dare to finish the sentence.

The tears that streamed down her face as she spoke were like a raging river, unstoppable. Her hands trembled and her voice was ragged, yet full of passion and emotion. He watched her with remorse, knowing he shared in the blame for the way things had disintegrated around them. She continued to scream out her frustrations, her words echoing off in the empty park

She sniffled and wiped her wet cheeks with one hand "The time spent together while I was recovering from my injury made me realize that it's best for us to keep some distance"

"Is it better because you don't have to deal with your feelings that way?"

Their faces were suddenly illuminated by dazzling lights, causing them to look as white as ghosts. Abruptly, they both turned in the same direction and noticed a pair of paparazzi - the distance too far to hear their conversation luckily -

"Fuck.."

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[rossellini-tyrell]

You Come on Like a Dream, Peaches and Cream (lips like strawberry wine)

Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar x Autistic!Reader (gender neutral) (they're also aged up to about early 20s) Word Count: 3,391 Summary: You've never been kissed and Pav wants to change that...but it's not that simple.

Warnings: It's reader's first kiss and they almost have a meltdown over it, but it's ok Pav's a great bf as always and turns them around. Open communication wins! It's soft and sweet! Also on AO3 (Authors note is at the bottom) ----

These days, you feel like you're in a dream, one you never want to wake from. You don't know how you did it, but at your big age, you managed to finally snag a boyfriend. Not just any old boyfriend, no, you've been dealt a royal flush and had the universe plop Spider-Man into your lap. Nothing could have prepared you for just how gorgeous of a human being he was underneath that mask, all well cared-for chestnut skin, perfectly cut jawline, rich, brown eyes and a permanently smug look plastered on his face. You don't know how or why, but your very first relationship experience was with him!!! To top it all off, Spider-Man (or Pavitr, as he insisted you call him), turned out to be the absolute sweetest, joyful, and most patient gem of a person. You had been so nervous going into your first full-blown relationship, but Pavitr had taken it all in stride, so willing to meet you where you were. You remember working up the courage for days to tell him you were autistic, to allow yourself that vulnerability with him, trying to find the right words to say. The day came, you finally spat it out, and you screwed your eyes shut to wait for the end. Instead, he'd only wrapped both of his hands around yours, and said simply: "The only thing 'wrong' with you is that you're twisting yourself into a pretzel trying to appease me. And that's not what a relationship is about, dove. You like me for who I am under that mask, I hope you'd let me show you that I'm more than capable of doing the same." Since then, every day spent with him has been nothing short of magical. Pavitr's been around the block, so to speak, but he learned something new every time you and him met. The way ideas bounced around and stuck in your brain, the way your fingers would flit and flicker in your lap when you were stressed, the way your legs would swing in your seat when you got excited. How worried you were about being enough and all of the lovey-dovey things couples did, things that were all new to you. The first time he'd kissed you on the forehead, an impulse on his end when he just couldn't resist a surge of affection, you'd nearly jumped out of your skin from the head rush you felt. You're just finally getting to the point where it can be calming, instead of overwhelming. Slowly and surely, you'd go halfway and he'd meet you where you were. The next big step from here was kissing. Not the affectionate little pecks he'd leave on your head, nor the ones you'd learned he likes smacked on his cheek. Real kissing. The problem with that was you never had, you didn't know how. And you didn't want to admit that to him, to ask for help, or even more patience than he's already extended you. You wanted to show that you were serious, that you cared about him and wanted to try. So, your quest for knowledge began. You fired up google, you cracked open any magazine you could get your hands on, you turned to forums and chatrooms, anywhere you could find to learn more about this mystical art.

"Try picking up speed," you read aloud from a teen magazine. Speed? How on earth does someone pick up speed in a kiss? This made no sense to you, you discarded that tidbit and moved on. "Don't overdo it on the tongue," says another. "Wait, what do you do with your tongue? Are you supposed to lick them or put it in their mouth or..." you trail off, very confused. You can't visualize anything you can't see. "Do what feels right, it will come naturally?" you read a columnist's reply, exasperated. "That doesn't help at all, uggghhhhh," you groan, head in hands. Nothing came naturally for you, a downside of autism. Without clear directions, new things left you lost in the woods without a compass. "I'll never be a good kisser," you muttered to yourself. Why was romance so hard?

You shoved that worry into the deep recesses of your brain, let it stew there, gradually growing by the day until it rattled against its cage. Until the day Pavitr invited you over to his place, brought you out to the bench on his apartment balcony to watch the sunset.

"You have a great view of the city like this, Pav," you compliment. Truthfully, it was, being able to see the sun darken to a deep orange before melting away beyond the skyline. Pavitr chuckles lowly from where he's seated next to you, his arm going round your shoulders and tipping you into his side.

"Never been better than it is right now," he says, half-lidded behind his curly fringe, and grinning fondly.

Oh. Oh, he means me, you realize. You can feel a dull thump low in your ribcage, warmth at the apples of your cheeks and at the tips of your ears. You're close enough where you can just make out the warm puffs of his breath on your skin.

"That's cheesy," you joke. Your fingers twitch in your lap.

"Never said I wasn't, sweetheart," he purrs, in that way that makes you melt like ice cream every time.

Slowly, slowly, you notice the shift in his weight, the flutter of his lashes as he leans in, his lips pursed just so.

Your eyes fly open as you realize what's about to happen. All the late-night reading, the doomscrolling, advice columns and worries barrel you over like a semi on the freeway, your heart hammers at breakneck pace, you can hear it, feel it pounding in your ears. You break out into a cold sweat, your throat constricts as your breath becomes wheezy, strangled.

have to get this right im going to do it wrong do it wrong wrong wrong

"Are you okay?" Pavitr asks, his grin wilting. "Do you...not want to kiss me?"

"No! No, I—I do!" you sputter, not wanting him to feel unwanted. "I just—I don't know how, and I—I don't want to do it the wrong way—"

Pavitr gently laughs, a rich, sweet sound, he takes your hand loosely in his.

"(You), darling, there's no such thing as a 'wrong' way to kiss. It doesn't have to happen any one way,"

"But the websites and Cosmo say I have to trust my instincts and do what feels right, and it's all gonna come naturally, but nothing is coming naturally and my brain won't let me and—"

"(You)?" Pavitr attempts to interrupt your ramble, one hand carefully finds purchase on your shoulder.

"—And I can't figure it out and I'm gonna do it wrong wrong wrong and then you won't like it and then you're gonna break up with me and—and—" you run out of words with which to continue, your tongue fumbles blindly in the darkness of your mind, but merely trips on them. Your hands flick, flitter, and flap in front of your face, you've been too self-conscious to do it in front of Pavitr before, but you can no longer restrain yourself, the chaos inside of you sprouting wings and taking flight. Your thoughts are going a million miles an hour, the edges of your vision go white as you're hurtling towards a meltdown.

"Hey hey hey, hey, (You), look at me, lookatme," he nudges your chin his direction to get your attention on him, and not your swirling thoughts. He doesn't attempt to make eye contact, not wanting to set you further off balance.

"Shhh, shhh, c'mon, c'mere...it's alright, all is well," he whispers low and gentle, reaches for you, grabs, tugs.

You're quickly scooped up into a tight bear hug, your face burrowed into a solid chest. It's warm, dark, and the deep pressure of Pavitr's arms around you scratches your brain just right. Your spiraling thoughts leave your mind, it deflates like a balloon through your nose and mouth as you exhale sharply into his shirt. A soft pair of lips meets your forehead, smacks a squishy kiss against the skin there. The jolt, the little thrill from the kiss takes root from that spot, driving out the cold dampness of

wrong wrong bad no got it wrong messed up he's gonna he's gonna

"There we go, you're fine, darlin'," he coos in your ear. One hand strokes up and down the back of your head, the other finds one of your fidgeting hands, he brings it to his lips to plant a kiss over your knuckles, gives it a tight squeeze that just about turns your whole brain off.

"Do you need a bit?" Pavitr asks. His features are soft, inviting, a little fuzzy around the edges.

"Uh-huh," you assent, nodding against him.

"'Gotchu,"he murmurs, shifts his hold to rub careful circles into your back.

Pavitr slowly rocks the both of you back and forth, hums a melody against your temple that might be an old lullaby from his childhood, or perhaps nothing at all. The input he's giving you is calming, as if he were to wind you about a spool and knit you back together. It's amazing that you haven't been together too long, how he just knows how to care for the scrambly, spiky parts in the deepest recesses of your brain, knows what you need to right your listing ship. With some time, and more unfailing tender touch, you change course, finding friendlier waters. He gives you as long as you need, waiting wordlessly until your mind is quiet again before unwrapping himself from around you.

"Better?" he checks in with you, a fond smile affixed to his face.

You grumble and rub at your eyes.

"Thank you, Pavitr. Sorry I got overkill back there," you express your gratitude.

"You never need to apologize to me for the way your brain works," Pavitr asserts, rubbing his hands up and down your shoulders and arms. "And before you ask, there's no world where I'd break up with you for being inexperienced, or anything like that, really. I could never fault you for that."

"I think I built this moment up in my head so much that it...exploded like this. I've been looking for advice on how to kiss someone the right way and it's so confusing, some of the things they are saying I don't understand," you admit.

Pavitr hums in understanding. He leans over to brush a kiss on your temple.

"I've been wondering for a while if you just weren't ready. But now I realize you've been so worried this whole time about making your first kiss perfect for me. It's really adorable in a way, but I don't want you to get so stressed over what you think I want from you," he cups both cheeks in his hands. "I'm your first boyfriend. Let me be your safe place to explore, find out what you like."

You sigh, heavy and sad.

"I don't know how to do that, my brain won't let me, Pav," you try to explain, your hands wringing in your lap. "I just—I keep hearing that it's going to come naturally. But whenever I do anything new, whether it's in a relationship or out of it, I can't really 'feel things out' like other people can. If I don't know exactly what I'm supposed to do with my body going into it, I short-circuit. I can't figure out the steps of something on my own. I have no frame of reference for what it is I'm supposed to do and I just...can't process it."

Pavitr considers this a moment, worries his upper lip with a canine.

"Ah, I see what you mean. You struggle with not having any specific instructions? So, when you're put into a new situation, you feel disoriented and overwhelmed because you can't figure out how to do it? Did I get that right?" he asks.

"Exactly," you confirm, feeling heard for the first time in a long time. "I feel a lot like an alien dropped onto earth with no guidebook. I think I need...really explicit direction on what it is I'm supposed to be doing, so I don't react like that again. I mean, I don't even know what I'm supposed to do with my tongue, and—" "Oh dear, sounds like someone has been filling your poor brain with bad advice," Pavitr interrupts your train of thought before you can spiral again. "Kissing with tongue is, ah—advanced practice. You don't have to worry about anything like that unless you feel at some point you want to move beyond the basics. Gotta walk before you can backflip, yeah?" "So...I don't have to do anything with my tongue?" you ask. You can feel yourself heating back up with embarrassment, knowing you must sound awfully naive. Pavitr doesn't laugh, instead coos softly about how sweet you are, and carefully squishes your cheeks with his palms. "No, darling. You don't have to do anything like that, not ever if you don't want to, but definitely not now," he assures. You can feel some of your tension relax, like a coil unwinding. "If you ever decide that's something you want to try some other time, maybe once you're more comfortable with kissing, I can teach you, though." At this, you prick up your ears, your heart fluttering inside your ribcage. "You'd teach me that?" you exclaim, surprised. "Of course, (You). We're a team," he tells you, as it if were obvious. His hands slide down to your shoulders. "Let me be your guide. I'll talk you through it so there's no uncertainty for you to get stuck on, and we'll get there together. And that goes for anything, sweetheart, if you want to try it, I'll help you,"

Wherever I go, he meets me where I am

"I feel...very lucky. That I got to meet you first," you effuse to him. "You've already figured me out better than I have."

Pavitr snorts, the edge of his mouth quirking upwards.

"Yes, dove. You are very lucky," he preens.

You roll your eyes at him, drawing a small chuckle from Pavitr. You find yourself drawn to his full, pouty lips, your eyes flicker towards them, something that doesn't go unnoticed by your boyfriend.

"If you're up for it, can I give you a do-over? I promise I won't let you get lost in that lovely head of yours again," he offers, a gentle quirk of his lips on his face, a wrinkle of laugh lines. "But don't take this as a demand, today doesn't have to be the day if you're not sure you want it to be."

You pause, chewing on the idea. There's a glint in Pavitr's mahogany toned irides that tells you there's nothing there but affection, the need for this to be good for you.

He's Spider-Man, he'd catch me if I fell again

"I...want to try," you declare, your voice warbling a bit with nerves.

Big hands come around to cup your chin. They're warm, flames lick where they touch.

"You sure?" Pavitr double-checks. The slight stiffness in his countenance betrays only concern.

"I wanna. Yes," you confirm, nodding emphatically. Your fingers twist and curl against the fabric of your shirt.

Your boyfriend's eyes glimmer, crinkling at the corners.

"Okay, first thing, you gotta take a nice deep breath for me, sweetheart, can you do that for me?" he guides.

You do, the slowest, least shaky breath you can muster, lips pursing on the exhale.

"That's it, now, keep your jaw where it is, but just relax your lips, this bit right here around your mouth," cues Pavitr. You feel his thumbs delicately press near the corners of your mouth, work soft circles into the tension he finds there. "Relax, relax, just like that, there you go," he praises when he feels your lips slacken, part a little at the seam.

"How am I doing?" you ask, your soul reaching out to his for reassurance.

"You're doing very good, sweetheart, so good," he comforts you. "Just tilt your head a smidge to one side, like this—" he guides your face. —and I'll go the other way so I don't bump your nose, good job,"

"And then...?" your heart thumps loud, loud in your ears.

"All you do now is just close your eyes," he waits for you to comply. "There you are, stay just like this for me, relax and enjoy,"

You feel the tickle of his breath on your cheek, the brush of his fringe against your face and—

Oh. Ohmygod! Your eyes fling open as Pavitr's lips press against yours in what could be the gentlest, sweetest kiss to ever be kissed. There's barely any pressure, only the soft brush of his lips to match yours, no fancy tricks or ulterior motives. His hands cradle your face to keep you at just the right angle, your eyes flutter shut again as you feel yourself fill up with syrupy sweet

right right right it's right it's good it's warm feels good feels right

from toes to the very tips of your ears, it pours from his lips to yours, unfurling, blossoming, wending about your heart, your stomach. Your heart kicks against your ribs, your belly, the pop of dopamine hits fast, tickling in the tips of your fingers and in the hairs on the back of your neck. It's nothing like you thought it would be, all raw affection in a dosage that you think just might kill you, your head feels all fuzzy on the inside, stuffed with cotton wool.

The kiss feels like it could go on forever, but it's only a few seconds long, he pulls away almost too soon with a barely audible smack of lips. You open your eyes to meet his and his face is

good job good job joy joy joy proud joy proud good job sweetheart

"How was your first kiss, dove?" he asks, a little of his own nerves creeping into the undertones of his voice.

"Did I do a good job?" you respond in kind, the only thought that surfaces through your punch-drunk mind.

Pavitr flashes the most dazzling, brilliant smile, all teeth and crinkled eyes. His face is radiant, beaming as he squishes your cheeks.

"The very best job, darling!" he coos. He leans in to smudge a kiss to the tip of your nose, it tickles and you can't resist making a noise somewhere between a laugh and a squeal. "You are just the sweetest! I could eat you up," he babbles, nuzzles you in an eskimo kiss before kissing your forehead once, twice, three times in quick succession.

"I had my first kiss with Spider-Man!" you squeak, your legs starting to swing from where they hang on the bench in excitement, a happy little stim breaking free.

"Yes, you did! And you have kicky feet! You're so cute I think I'm going to die now," he blurts. His face plops onto your shoulder, his thick, dark curls brushing your neck.

"My head feels all funny," you say, not knowing what to make of the dreamlike feel of your world right now.

Pavitr giggles, high and sweet in the back of his throat.

"That's how you're supposed to feel when you're getting smooched! That means you got a really good kiss from a really great kisser," he slips in a wink, smug expression returning to his face.

"Oh..." you gasp. "So, they're all gonna feel like that?"

You sure hope they do.

Your boyfriend hums, gently guides your chin again.

"Wanna find out?" he proposes.

The way that you stare at his lips again, glassy eyed and pliant as he thumbs at your lower lip tells him all he needs to know. Softly, slowly, he thumbs your eyes closed, guides you back into position, and melts his lips against yours, lets them linger there a while as you feel yourself fill up with milky-sweet affection, acceptance, care. He pulls away to see your dazed expression. You both laugh, close enough to share breath, your feet kicking out as he squishes endless kisses into your cheek, the smug grin still on his face.

---- A/N: Wanted to do a oneshot outside of the universe of "Nothing's Gonna Change my World" after I got bit by brainrot. I myself am autistic, and I wanted to do something with an autistic reader. This reader, in addition to being a literal thinker, is dealing with dyspraxia, a common feature of autism, which makes it difficult to sequence steps of an action together, doubly so if it's unfamiliar. I wanted to highlight how someone in that situation might need some accommodation in a relationship, especially on their first one.

As always, I love seeing feedback on my work. Let me know your thoughts!

[drchenquill]

Foliè - Chapter 12

Dinnertime

Trigger warning: VIOLENCE

"It's been a while since we've had visitors, hasn't it dear?"

Our host turned affectionately to his wife's body. He then laughed slightly and nodded. "You're right about that. Aren't you?" His ice-blue eyes twinkled at us. My mouth was dry, my throat swallowing any begging that wanted to slip out of me.

"But of course. Those are wise words, ma'am." said the dead man next to me. He was playing along. He responded to every word, no matter how crazy, with calm, as if he had the script to this freak show. Unfortunately, I didn't have one and now, against my will, I had to become the observer of this spectacle.

"That looks delicious, doesn't it?"

I widened my eyes and turned to the dead man next to me. His look was warning, as if to remind me what a shitty situation we were in.

He then jerked his head slightly, indicating for me to turn.

The man stared at me with wide open, bloodshot eyes. He wanted an answer.

I forced a smile and said, "It's really delicious."

"That's a terrible smile. You look like someone put a corpse in front of you. Oh, sorry, I forgot, he actually did."

You fucking whore. As soon as I find you-

"Are you going to kill me? I hope so."

I didn't realize I could hate someone as much as I hated her. So she wanted to play? Not with me.

"With all due respect, sir, but we need to get moving." I stood up slowly and turned to the dead man. I flinched. I had never seen so much anger in those dark eyes before, I almost sat down again.

"It's dinnertime though."

Agatha's husband said slowly. He looked up at me without lifting his head. The whites of his eyes were sickly, with bursted veins. The pupils large, as if devouring the blue.

"We'll stay, of course. We wouldn't want to waste Agatha's fine meal."

Said the dead man with a forced smile. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me down. Through clenched teeth, he whispered, "Stay. Seated."

He couldn't force me, he couldn't give me orders. Who did he think he was, that he could tell me what to do?

They could all fuck off. Him and her. They pushed me around with no consideration. Because of them, I was now sitting with a madman who could kill us without flinching.

"I'm leaving," I whispered just as angrily. I saw his eye twitch, but no comment came.

"Tell me, where are you from? Where are you going?" our host wanted to know. He didn't get an answer from me, I didn't even look up at him.

"It's a long story," said the dead man next to me.

"We have time, don't we? Agatha?"

Everyone turned to the corpse. The holes, the stench, I couldn't stand it.

The dead man next to me must have sensed something was wrong and put his big hand on my leg as if to stop me from getting up.

I felt my mind slowly crawling into a deep hole in the far corner of my brain.

The world around me became muffled background noise.

"Are you hiding from the truth?"

I protected myself from the truth.

"I won't allow you to!"

I screamed as our host hammered his hands on the table with force. He was breathing heavily and slowly raised his eyes. His eyes were darting around. He babbled to himself, meaningless words. Was that her doing?

"Yes. I enlightened him to the truth you're afraid of."

I didn't have time to question her words as the man stood up from his chair with a jerk. We held our breath. Without making any quick movements, the dead man stood up beside me, his hand around my upper arm to pull me up.

"We don't want to take up too much of your time. We'll leave-"

"She's telling me about you. She warned me, she told me you'd deny it." the man murmured. His eyes fixed on me.

"Are you proud?" he asked with complete calm.

"What do you mean?"

"Are you proud?"

I was pulled slightly. "Goodbye, sir."

The dead man tried to leave, but I was frozen, caught by the gaze of the man in front of us.

"Are you proud?"

I could have screamed with rage. What was that supposed to mean?

"No answer, no answer, no answer." he whispered as he shook his head.

I hadn't seen it coming. Everything happened so quickly, so suddenly. The host grabbed a fork and lunged at me. I could only scream as the dead man next to me threw himself in between and his hand was pierced by the teeth of the fork. A pained scream escaped his throat as the man jerked the fork from his now bleeding hand.

I stumbled backwards over the chair. My butt hit the floor. The host jumped onto the table and tried to get to me, but the dead man was quicker. He grabbed the host's ankle and pulled. He fell to the floor with a loud thud.

I was pulled roughly to my feet and pushed towards the door. My breath raced and my heart pounded.

He yanked the door open and pushed me out.

I could barely hold myself up, but forced myself to run. I didn't get far, though, because the host was quick. My head whipped back to make sure the dead man was coming with me, but stood facing the man who probably wanted me dead. Where was the dead man? Had he abandoned me?

I stumbled backwards, my legs losing their stability. Would I meet my end this way? Killed by a madman?

"Please…" I whispered to him as he slowly came to me.

"You can save yourself that. Everything is your fault, that's why you'll pay"

I no longer understood anything. Fault? Mine? For what?

"I beg you, let us go. We don't want to hurt anyone." I begged him, but my words were like air.

He raised the fork he was holding in a tight grip and pointed it forcefully at me. The dead man's blood dripped from the teeth of the cutlery.

"Because of you, Agatha-" His words were swallowed up and a scream erupted from his throat in their place.

He held his head and bent forward, whimpering.

Behind him stood the dead man with a large stone, now slightly stained with blood, firmly in his grasp.

With a shaky breath, I smiled weakly and wanted to call him to me so we could get away, but he struck again with the stone.

And again.

And again.

And again.

His gaze was blank as he sat full force on the upper body of the now pathetically begging host.

"Stop it," I said in alarm, but he struck again.

I had to cover my ears because I couldn't stand the sound of the bones breaking and the man wailing.

When the dead man lashed out again, I screeched, "Stop it!"

He stopped.

His eyes were wide open as he turned to me. "What are you still doing here? Get lost-"

I screeched, loud and unrestrained. The dead man dropped the stone and grabbed his bleeding throat. The host had rammed the fork into the tender skin of his throat with full force. He gargled with his own blood as he staggered to his feet. I saw his skin become flawless. His hair grew short and black. His eyes changed color. He was slowly becoming himself, which meant he was dying.

I reached out my shaky hands towards him, but I was careless. Pain spread to the back of my head. I gasped for air as I collapsed to the ground. The last thing I caught was the host leaning over me with the stone. When it came into contact with my face, everything went black in an instant.

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chapter 11/chapter 13

Tag list 🥰: @theink-stainedfolk , @frostedlemonwriter , @leahnardo-da-veggie , @rivenantiqnerd

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[girlbooklover555]

"I just want to fit in... I want to feel like I'm here... it doesn't make much sense, I know"

request of @empty-void-of-dreams

Connor Stoll x fem!reader

warnings : Hi, I know this wasn't exactly what you asked for, but I had this idea and decided to do it. I hope you like it anyway.

PS: It's my first request, so remember of the possible bad the quality , I'm new to this.

mention of self-harm and anxiety or stress, mild anguish ? and insecurity, cute moment with connor, inspired by the song mirrorball by taylor swift

I'm using Google translator and maybe you consider connor ooc???

Connor knew something was wrong.

It wasn't your new hair, or your change of clothing style that didn't make any sense, because you always liked different style clothes than the ones you wear now, but you're still amazing.

The point that made his mind spin in thoughts was that you were acting different, different from who you were. The only sign of who you were was in the movement of your hands, which anxiously turned a ring.

Connor knew her body language down to every detail. Something was stressing you out, or you were making the same face you made when you had a test or something you had to do and felt like you couldn't do it.

How could one expression say so much information to him?

He didn't know, but he knew something was wrong.

Then Connor found himself leading you away from the campfire where the others were to talk.

"What is happening?" Connor's voice was serious, but still gentle.

“nothing,” you say, trying to sound calm.

"Really? Because your change in behavior gives me a different clue," he says as he takes your hand and takes the thin ring off your finger.

“Hey,” you say, trying to retrieve your ring, as Connor just takes the ring and puts it in the pocket of his shorts, then he firmly but carefully holds the hand you raised to try and grab the ring from his hand.

"You're doing it again," Connor says, serious and worried, a combination that wasn't very common together.

You look at your hand, seeing that the thin ring has hurt his skin after anxiously turning it several times.

“Sorry,” you say automatically.

“Apologize to your hand,” Connor says as he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear without letting go of your hand.

"So what's going on?" Connor asks, curious and worried.

“I don’t know,” you whisper, distressed.

"You're not being yourself," he says calmly, "you're not being natural," he added.

"I guess I was never natural", you say, sighing.

"I don't think so, but now you seem to be trying hard not to be you," Connor says as he looks at his injured hand. “That kind of effort isn’t healthy,” I whisper.

"Why are you doing this, anyway?" You sigh tiredly and approach him, wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him.

“I don’t know, Connor,” you whisper. "I just want to fit in... I want to feel like I'm here... it doesn't make much sense, I know," you added, laughing sadly, and snuggled your face into the crook of his neck, feeling comfortable.

Connor hugged your waist affectionately and opened his mouth to speak, but decided to kiss your forehead, noticing your relaxed body and letting you have the comfortable silence that seemed to calm you down.

So he would stay in that hug no matter how long you needed him.

After all, sometimes you just wanted to be heard without having to speak, and Connor knew how to communicate with his silence.

[yoitsjay]

Supermassive Black Whole with guitarist Echo

"I thought I was a fool for no one, turns out that I'm a fool for you" or whatever the song said, I'm sleepy 😍

Can be anything you want, sfw, nsfw, angst, fluff, you pick

Damn your thirsty for guitarist echo I see u- I know what to do with this hehe

Gravitating

Pairings: guitarist! Echo x gn reader

Summary: The minute Echo met you was the minute he fell in love with you. And now you can't get enough.

Warnings: established relationship? Fuck buddies turned lovers, sexual innuendos but no smut. Kissing.

Word count: 734

Echo was fucked.

The minute he laid eyes on you he knew he would be in deep, and yet he couldn’t await what you had in store for him.

Sure you and Echo had a few dates here and there, just going out for coffee or to a club. But most of the time you would show up in front of his apartment door, and you'd be in his bed seconds later.

Echo was a good lover, despite his metal parts getting in the way, or pinching where he didn’t want them to pinch. He made sure you were always satisfied, always screaming his name by the end of the night.

And this went on for a couple months, which was why Echo was so fucked. He thought he could manage a friends with benefits relationship, but you had started being more affectionate towards him, and he found himself caring for you a lot more than he should have been.

He was suffering, not knowing exactly how to tell you that you were driving him crazy and all he wanted was for you to be his exclusively. He knew you had other flings, other friends with benefits and yet- he was getting so jealous. Every time you text him saying you had plans and couldn’t come over- it sent a pang of anger and jealousy into his heart.

So, he was fucked.

He thought he would never fall in love with someone as hard as he had fallen for you, he felt like a fool… your fool…

Hunter and Wrecker encouraged him to tell you about his feelings, but he didn’t know if he was brave enough… he was an ex soldier, who got his legs and arm blown off, but he couldn’t tell a beautiful… smart… funny person that he was in love with them?

yeah that didn’t fall under his expertise.

Echo had been fiddling around with his guitar when he heard the ring of his doorbell. He hadn’t expected anyone, nor did he get any tech notifications on his phone. He was going to ignore it until the doorbell rang again.

Echo grumbled as he got up and set his guitar to the side, making his way to the front door, making sure the chain latch was on before he opened. “Yes? how can i-” Echo cut himself off when he saw you. He quickly closed the door and removed the chain latch, opening it fully seconds later.

And you were crying.

“Y/n? What's going on? Are you okay?” He asked, ushering you inside his apartment albeit frantically, leading you over to the couch where you immediately sat down, and when he sat down beside you, you were quick to shuffle into his arms.

“What's wrong Mesh’la?” Echo asked softly as he rubbed your back, hoping that he could encourage you to tell him what was on your mind… and you did.

You pulled your head back and sniffled, wiping the tears from your cheeks as you inhaled through your mouth then sighed. “I feel so stupid Echo…” You trailed off, seeing his frown and furrowed eyebrows, you quickly elaborated.

“I- fuck Echo! I'm pretty damn sure I'm in love with you! I don't want anyone else to touch me but you!” You exclaimed, and his eyes. went wide.

Then he kissed you, soft at first though it grew more passionate as you cupped the back of his head and wrapped your legs around his waist. “I love you too-” He breathed out quickly, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke. “I think I've loved you since I met you.” He added, and kissed you again.

“You set my soul alight Y/n- god i can’t even think about wanting anyone else but you.” He started, pulling back as he cupped your cheek in his hand. You smiled, leaning into his gentle touch.

“Neither can I Echo… it's like I gravitate towards you… but I can't get enough.” You whispered, and he nodded his head before picking you up in his arms, resting you on his lap which made you smile.

“I’m never letting you go.” He muttered, trailing kisses down the exposed skin of your neck.

“God I hope not.” You muttered, closing your eyes as you relaxed into his touch.

Yeah you both could get used to this… and maybe Echo wasn’t so fucked as he thought.

➺

Echo tag:

Tbb:

@only-my-unexistent-fiances

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@moomoog017

[gungoo4lifer]

11/06

happy birthday, goo.

It was just a normal day. Just like the others.

He opened his eyes caused by the blonde's shouting for him to wake up, probably coming from the kitchen. Of course the other always cooked the breakfasts for both of them. Gun sucked at cooking.

However, when the cooking was done, the blonde one remained silent the whole breakfast. A rare sight, despite all the food on his mouth, his mouth would never stop talking, even at breakfast. So why was he so silent today?

"Someone is silent today." Gun breaks the silence.

Goo shrugs, chewing the pancake in his mouth. "Meh. I just have nothing to say today."

One eyebrow raised, Gun chuckles as if it sounds so ridiculous, hilarious, even. "Nothing to say? That's not something you'd say. Upset with me again?"

"Nope, seriously."

The raven haired guy pauses before glancing down at his phone, to clarify something in his mind. "It's not a special day either, is it? Did I forget the opening day of the movie we were supposed to go?"

He can't help but laugh, "You thought you forgot it?"

"Well, judging from your silence, i did. You being silent is.. a rare sight, you know."

The blonde agrees, staring down at his pancakes. ".. I know."

"If something is wrong.. just.. say it already." An attempt to comfort. He wasn't even good at comforting people, damn it.

He rolls his eyes, filling his mouth with pancakes. "Ahh, shut up, damn it! Let me enjoy these pancakes in silence, I'm a grown man, why would I be sad out of nowhere? I'm alright." His lips curves into a smirk.

Gun doesn't believes that smirk in the slightest.

—--

"You sure you're not upset with me?" Gun asks out of the blue, to the man's head lying on his lap. His hair felt utterly soft on his hand, just as always.

"Mhm." Goo replies with a hum, eyes still close.

Guns hand travels down from his hair to his face, stroking his cheek. "Come onnn, i can tell that you're upset. What's the matter, dear?"

The dear card again. Gun's aware that the blonde he loved can't handle it. The nicknames thingy all started with a mock, both of them couldn't tell if they were still mocking or not, though.

Hell, they weren't even officially together as a couple, damn it. But still.. both of them .. enjoyed those moments of theirs. It was.. calm, comforting. Friends don't call each other affectionate nicknames like these, do they? Once again, they couldn't tell.

That's why Goo admits it, finally.

"Well.. you did forget something, actually."

Gun raises one of his eyebrows, his hand still slowly stroking his cheek. "And that is?"

"..my birthday. Today's my birthday, Gun."

Gun pauses. His hand pauses, too.. "Oh.." he hums with a low tone, "Why didn't you tell me about it earlier i.. forgot. I was really busy today, you know."

Goo laughs. "Why are you even apologizing, dumbass? It's not that big of a deal, is it?" He says, getting into a sitting position, not a second after, he finds himself in Gun's arms, head resting on his shoulder.

".. I know how sensitive you are with birthdays, Goo.." Gun coos, stroking Goo's back hair. "..happy birthday. I may have forgot it but- the day isn't over yet, is it? We still have three hours left."

Goo's lips curves into a faint smile.

Of course he was sensitive about birthdays. Obviously. He never really celebrated his birthdays in his childhood. Friends to celebrate birthdays with? Please, that's ridiculous. Every other child was scared of him and his.. 'odd' attitude.

It didn't stop in his teenage years either, everyone was still intimidated by his presence, let alone daring to celebrate his birthday.

Even his family. In their eyes, he was nothing but a disgrace anyway.

But.. it all changed once he met Gun.

Someone celebrated his birthday for the first time in many years. It's not a big deal if he forgot it for just once, he's not that vulnerable..

—---

"Happy birthday, Goo." Gun calls out. The floor he was sitting on felt utterly cold, so did his back lying against the wall. His body. It felt cold.

"..You remembered my birthday?"

"Yeah." He confirms, gaze on the floor. "..i set it as my password."

Goo slightly tilts his head, looking down at the man in front of him. "Why would you do something like that?"

"I knew a guy who became vulnerable when it came to birthdays."

"Are you making fun of me right now?"

"No, no. I'm serious. It was someone i used to be really close with." Gun still doesn't move off his gaze from the floor.

"..that doesn't sound suspicious at all."

"It's the truth. I'm telling you this because he told me when his birthday was. And i forgot it. Just once."

"Why does that even matter?" Asks Goo, one eyebrow raised.

"That's the problem. Out of every single person he knew, he only told me his birthday. He didn't really tell anyone about his birthday. No one else even celebrated it anyway, including his family he used to have." Gun's voice is cold. It doesn't has a single emotion in it.

"I kinda get that."

"Yeah. But since the day he told me, he saw his birthdays as an important thing for the first time. And. And i forgot it." Gun's obsidian eyes were as if they were glued to the floor. They just couldn't look up.

"Come on now.. it doesn't matter now."

Gun pauses a several second before answering with a low tone, ".. I didn't think that it was big deal back then. But it meant a lot to him."

"Oh.."

"It's alright." Gun's body feels colder. "..Ever since, i kept his birthday as my password for the past years.".

"It was that long ago?" He asks.

"I promised him. I promised that I would never forget it again, even if we separated ways, even if we never talked again, i would always remember 6 november."

Goo places his hand on top of his. Gun doesn't feels it. "I'm.. glad that you remembered my birthday.. I'm sorry for acting like that after you forgot."

Gun remains silent. His face expression still remains emotionless.

"Its okay.. I.." He finally moves off his gaze from the floor to his beloved, making eye contact with him. ".. I wish you were still here with me. I wish this wasn't just an imaginary conversation, Goo."

Goo's lips slightly quivers. "Do.. do you really still think about me?"

"A lot. I still keep all the stuff you bought me. All the letters you sent."

"Oh.."

"I read them whenever i.. i feel.. odd. Isn't that so dumb?"

"What's so dumb about that?"

Gun's eyebrows knits, his eyes narrows, gazing deep into Goo's non existent presence, gazing into the eyes that didn't even exist. "how.. how can someone can just come and go in your life and leave behind letters, gifts and a birthday?"

Gun strokes Goo's non-existent hands in those hands of his, before Goo asks, "Why do you even keep all of that?"

"How the hell am I supposed to remember you without thinking of when it all started going wrong? You're not even really here, Goo."

"..."

"We'll never have this conversation."

"..."

"I have so much I want to admit to you."

Goo looks away. "Is.. is my birthday still your password?"

"Of course. Of course it is."

"..."

"..i love you too. I'm sorry I couldn't say it back then."

Goo's presence disappears, slowly fading away into the point that he was no longer there. Gun's hands felt empty. Just like his heart.

"..I hope you're doing well up there."

[heart-forge]

siruud has been running around in my head recently again and so i need to get this out of my system; is he flustered easily with particularly soft and affectionate gestures and compliments? would he allow the mc to "baby" him even? what would his reactions be? i'm constantly reminded of that one quote when it comes to sirrud and that is "When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it"... absolutely destroys me every single time when i think of it (also i hope you've been well, marti!)

I'm going to introduce to a dark axis of being soft and affectionate with Siruud, and that is "gotcha, you won't trick me" because he's been alive as long as time and perceptions of demons have fluctuated back and forth and back and forth and in the swells of back there have been people who wanted to convince him it was a forth. Not enough, mind you, for him to be like—like he's not wary of it in every corner and every person he meets, but once you start offering him stuff then he gets to hit the red alarm button.

With enough repetition and a general lack of consequences—once he realises that actually you don't bring a squadron of mercenaries down on his head every time you offer him an extra pillow—that's when he'll start to relax, maybe notice that you're really just. Being nice. He'll allow it, but he has to grumble or else he just looks silly for having assumed that you were going to pull a sword out of the warm laundry and cut him in half with it.

In the beginning though, it's more like this: (also ty I hope ur doing well too !! I'm doing laundry which is hell but, what can you do. except laundry.)

. . . . .

Ah, shit, you think, surprised at your capacity to still be slightly inconvenienced. You'd think that would go away after being hurled out a window once, and you'd be like that song listing sports to do before you die: instead, here you are having poured the wrong creamer into the coffee.

You search your recent near-death experience brain for the capacity to be infinitely pleased with everything in the world despite it not being exactly the way you wanted it, and you don't really find that either.

"Siruud, you want some coffee?" you ask, leaning over to try and see him around the kitchen wall. He looks up, frowning.

"Why?"

"Why...coffee?" you ask, confused.

"Why did you make me coffee?" he asked, and you open your mouth to explain but...nope he is already talking. "You are no warlock. I do not offer you my power in exchange for servitude."

"I'm not serving you. Gross, man."

"I did not mean to imply—"

"I'm not doing that either! Fuck, you want the coffee or not?" You feel your neck go hot, firmly ignoring all his...weird assumptions. He's silent for a while and you think that he's decided to sulk about your nothing of a gesture—really using him as a drain, if you wanted to be technical—and then when you turn, he's just standing there, leaning against the door frame and watching you with a sneer.

"I see what you're doing now, agent," he says, low and annoyed. "You mean to placate me? You think I'm so starved for company that the least of your attention will make us comrades?"

"Siruud, you're being fucking weird," you tell him shortly. "I made coffee wrong and I didn't want to dump it down the sink. That's it."

"Know that I watch you," he warns, blocking your exit from the kitchen with his full height and width. "We are mere partners in circumstance. No amount of flattery nor favours will change that you are one of them."

"So, coffee?" you ask shortly. He takes it. Fucking absurd.

[mickimomo]

The 'Worshipped Wives' Committee (Part 4)

The Heartbroken Feathered Serpent

Link to Part 3

Shuri was the last to enter the gilded room before sitting down next to a pregnant Okoye and indifferent Namora.

Ayo arched a brow at the queen.

Ayo: You look stressed, my Queen.

Shuri, waving off her formalities: We have a problem.

Namora: What is it?

Shuri: I've upset my husband.

Ayo: So, you have a problem. Not we.

Shuri: Yes.

Okoye: What did you do?

Shuri: I told him I hated him, and he's been avoiding me ever since.

Okoye: Avoiding?

Shuri: He no longer visits my lab. He does not sleep in our room. I rarely see him anywhere in Wakanda.

Ayo: Any affection?

Shuri: None. He doesn't even look at me during our meetings with the council. He seems so cold now.

Namora: That is called a consequence. Not a problem.

Shuri: And that conment is not helping me come up with a solution.

Ayo: Why did you tell K'uk'ulkan that you hate him?

Okoye: Especially when you know he's extra sensitive to your words.

Shuri: He was being annoying and it was pissing me off. Like- he knows I was working hard on something and he got mad at me because I forgot something he had planned out.

Ayo: Shuri. He planned something out and you stood him up. You're the bad guy in this situation.

Shuri: I am not-

Namora: -You know he will never escape the judgment of others pertaining to the wrongs he's done to you and Wakanda. You saw how everyone was against your wedding. *crosses her arms* You should have just ran your spear through him if you did not want the burden of his affection. It would be more honorable than this.

Shuri: I- *sighs under Namora's glare* Ok. How do I fix this?

Ayo: You're going to have to drop the act.

Shuri: The act?

Okoye: Being difficult with him. You're going to have to be affectionate and open and sincere.

Shuri: Affectionate? Like... PDA...?

Okoye: Yes. And actually doting on him. Everyone wants to feel loved and appreciated by their spouse.

Shuri: Can't I just sleep with him?

Namora: Being intimate with your lover is not a remedy. You must resolve things with words. You know that intimacy holds great meaning between lovers in Talokan. Do not offend Aj K'uk'ulkan further by suggesting such a thing.

Shuri: This sucks.

Ayo: Then maybe you shouldn't go around telling him you hate him.

Shuri: I don't want to hear anything from you Ayo. Let's not forget how you made Aneka cry for those ducklings.

Ayo: Not wanting to deal with duck poop is way less serious than telling Aneka I hate her.

Okoye: I agree.

Namora: The two of you are undeserving of your companions' affection for making them cry and suffer so much.

Ayo: I don't want to hear that coming from someone who's married to a woman with a blood kink.

Namora: Oni likes blood in combat. It does not cross over into our relationship. She is treasured properly unlike your lovers.

Ayo: What about that time you landed her in a wheelchair.

Namora: That was because I pleasured her too much. *shrugs* She was spoiled thoroughly during her recovery. I now know her limits very well.

Shuri: I'm still surprised you top Oni.

Namora: There is no top or bottom. We just do whatever feels right in the moment.

Ayo: Wait! You've been on the bottom?

Namora: Have you ever seen Oni tipsy or after a sparring session?

Ayo: Ah. I understand. Drunk Aneka is something else entirely.

Okoye pulled out a comtainer of cubed fruit before getting teary as she looked inside.

Ayo: Udade?

Okoye, holding up a heart-shaped piece of honeydew with her fork: I've been craving melons like crazy lately, so Attuma packed me a container of honeydew today. *sniffles* And he cut every piece into a heart.

Shuri: I-Is that bad?

Okoye: No. It's just so cute. *sniffles*

Namora: But you are crying.

Okoye: If you were pregnant, you would understand. *pops a piece of fruit into her mouth* These hormones are serious.

They all nodded in agreement before refocusing on the Queen's dilemma.

Okoye, pointing her fork at the Shuri: What are you going to do?

Shuri: Short black dress tactics?

Ayo: Mm... no.

Namora: You should wear something from Talokan.

Shuri: Ok. *makes notes* Then I find him and apologize. Maybe call him my king? Bat my eyes a little.

Okoye: It must be sincere.

Shuri: it will be. I just might need a bit of liquor in my system.

Ayo: Shuri.

Shuri: What!?

Okoye: Absolutely not.

Shuri: That's too much to do sober.

Ayo: You married him!

Shuri: And I'm trying to fix our marriage.

Okoye: Bast give us strength.

Namora: You must be clear and sober with your apology. He will know your intentions, and you may face his wrath if you half ass it.

Shuri: Fiiiinnne. I'll try.

Ayo: And. If all goes well- you'll report back to us with good news.

Shuri: If it works.

Namora: It will work if you are sincere.

Shuri: Right. *takes a deep breath before exhaling* Sincere

End notes:

We finally get to see the other side of the wife worship quad. Namora could definitely be a part of the wife worship squad, but she's never as explicit as Oni. So. That's why she's over here.

Should I write out a snippet of Shuri apologizing to Namor? How long do you think it will take for them to make amends?

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