#I want to make a scarf but I’ll start small maybe a hat first

[roserus-wizard]

I think I want to learn how to crochet, but every time I’m looking up yarn and shit I keep getting flashbacks when I was eight and my mom was try to teach me how to knit and she got SO angry and frustrated that I didn’t understand how to do it ( I thought it was supposed to be easy like in the cartoons) and mom kept throwing needles and yarn across the room and was yelling. I didn’t touch yarn for over a decade after that. But this time will be different I’m a level headed individual with the patience to learn and make mistakes!

[theprongspotter]

Pause - Jegulus - @stag-microfic - Day 15 - 612 words

“How was your date?” Remus asks as James walks into their dorm. He raises a brow, though, after taking in the other boy’s appearance. His hair is sticking up in multiple places, his shirt is unbuttoned down his chest, his glasses are askew, and bruises are littered across his neck. “I assume it went well.”

“Well?” James exclaims with a lovesick grin. “It was bloody amazing! First we went to The Three Broomsticks and he let me talk about quidditch and I listened to him talk about his books and his favorite classical music. He looked so cute in his little scarf and hat. His hat had a pom pom on top! A pom pom! Then we walked around Hogsmeade and got some sweets and talked some more and oh my gosh, Regulus is so fucking perfect! I mean, you should see his—”

“Pause,” Sirius interjects, holding up a finger. He moves it in a small circle. “Rewind. Regulus as in my-little-brother-Regulus?”

James flushes. There’s no backing out now. “Do you know another Regulus?” Peter snickers.

“Hardy har har,” Sirius deadpans, dropping his finger, but only to jab it into James’ chest. “No, but what the fuck? What were you doing with my little brother, Prongs?”

James puts his hands up defensively, his brows shooting up. “Uh, dignified friendly things?”

Sirius’ face turns to one of pure horror. “Oh Merlin, did you deflower my innocent little brother, James?”

“What?!” James splutters.

“Actually, don’t tell me, I don’t want to know.” Sirius slaps his hands over his ears.

“Too late, Pads,” Remus says with a smirk, glancing at James' disheveled state. “The evidence speaks for itself.”

James' face turns an even deeper shade of red. “It’s not like that, I swear! We just... talked. And maybe kissed a little,” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck. “Okay, a lot. But that’s it! I’d never—”

“—Hurt him?” Sirius finishes for him, his voice suddenly serious, all traces of teasing gone. He lowers his hands and meets James’ eyes with an intensity that makes the other boy swallow hard.

“Never,” James says firmly. “I care about him. A lot. I’d never do anything to hurt him, Sirius. You know that.”

Sirius stares at him for a long moment before sighing and stepping back. “Alright, I believe you, Prongs. But if you do anything to break his heart, I’ll break your legs. Got it? And vice versa.”

James nods earnestly, his heart pounding in his chest. “Got it. But honestly, Pads, you should be more worried about him breaking mine. He’s... well, he’s pretty amazing.”

Peter, who’s been quietly observing the exchange, finally chimes in with a grin. “So, does this mean we should start calling you James Black now?”

James smirks, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “If anything, he’d be Regulus Potter.”

Sirius makes a face and pretends to gag, though there’s a chance it might not be entirely pretend. “Ew, don’t talk about that in front of me.”

James chuckles, raising an eyebrow. “I didn’t say anything bad?”

“I can’t hear you!” Sirius shouts louder, dramatically covering his ears once more.” I’m off to go threaten my brother about dating my brother.” He makes another face, scrunching up his nose in exaggerated disgust. “Ew, that’s incest!” He pauses, then his expression shifts to something more neutral, almost thoughtful, and he shrugs. “Well, I guess we’re keeping up the tradition.”

James, Remus, and Peter exchange concerned yet amused looks, but before they can say anything, Sirius is already at the door. He steps out of the dorm room, slams the door shut behind him with a loud thud, leaving his friends in stunned silence.

[robynlilyblack]

Congrats on your milestone sweets!!!!!!!💚💚💚💚💚💚

Could I request one with james potter x pregnant reader, please?

Maybe how she tells him that she is expecting his baby and how james would react.

Thank you so much Robyn! 🤍

I didn't hear a single word you said - Send me a situation along with a character and I’ll write a lil blurb (eg. remus lupin x shy! fem! reader first kiss)

Two minutes

James Potter x fem! pregnant! Reader

Summary: Y/n has something very special to tell James

Warnings: swearing, pregnancy and pregnancy test, one mention of morning sickness, reading peeing on the stick, quick proofread

A/n: 1.3k words, kinda modern au because of the pregnancy stick x thank you so much, of course you can, hope you like it and the direction I went xx

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You were nervous, fingers tapping on the counter as you waited on James coming home from work. Your nerves were of a mildly excited kind, more prospect than fear. Your eyes fall down to the pregnancy test, you hadn’t taken it yet, but with a missed period, tender boobs and your mid-morning throwing up, you were sure you already had your answer.

Your head snaps to the door, hearing the distinct jangle and jiggle of keys in the older lock that certainly needed replacing. A smile escapes you, excitement flooding your stomach. James had mentioned on passing how cute kids were, and how he couldn’t wait to have his own one day, so you could only imagine how he’ll feel that it may be a reality

“Bloody hell” James laughs as he finally gets the door open “Who needs magical locks when you’ve got that” he jokes causing a giggle to escape you

You can’t see the door from here, the cabinets block it, but you know he’s smiling, he adored being the reason you laughed. Its confirmed as he rounds the corner, pulling off his all too adorable bobble hat and sliding off his scarf with the sweetest smile you can’t help but mirror 

“It’s freezing out there” he notes, hanging up the scarf and hat before shrugging off his coat “Mere weeks ago we were laying on the bathroom tiles in attempts not to melt” he shakes his head, finally turning to you “Hey love” he finally greets, shoulders relaxing in relief at the sight of you

“Hi” you stand up, huge smile on your face

He hithers at you to come yet still takes paces to meet you in the middle and the moment he’s close enough his arms engulf you, the smell and feeling of the outside and cold clinging to him. Your cheek wants to recoil but you welcome it instead, nuzzling yourself deeper into his chest

“I needed this” he sighs into you, head tucking into your hair as his arms hold you a little tighter, prolonging the hug

“Bad day?” you wonder, it was always hard to tell, sure he would tell you and you could the agitation when he recounted the day at dinner, but when he got in he was always happy, tired, but happy, and made sure to never take any of those things out on you…merlin he was going to make the best dad wasn’t he?

“Just long” he kisses your temple before tucking his head right back in “Half way through I started to miss you so much, more than normal. All I wanted was to come home like something was…calling…me” his words slow, trailing off as his grip loosens

“Jamie?” you pull back, looking at his expression that was near certainly awestruck before following his eye line and realising

“Are you?” his hand slides from the small of your back to your stomach, eyes searching yours, so full of hope and supressed excitement, trying not to give them up

“Maybe” you confess, hand cupping his “I think I am but I wanted to wait and take the test with you” you tell him and if James’ love could increase, it did in that moment

“Thank you” he says earnest before a cheeky smile takes over his face and his hand moves down a little, squeezing your bladder gently

“Hey” you swat it away, legs crossing

“What?” he chuckles “Just helping your need to pee” he defends earning playful nudge

“No need. I already drank two glasses of water so I was ready well before you got here” you giggle, walking over to grab the test before the bathroom, realising James was following along like a little puppy behind you as you got to the door “Are you?” you ask pointing into the bathroom

He nods with no hesitation “Yup” he pops the ‘p’, gesturing for you to continue in and you do, hearing him close the door behind you as you lift the lid

“Can you hold this?” you hold the test out to him which he takes while you unbutton your trousers and get seated, not needing to ask as he hands it back

James then moves to perch himself on the edge of bathtub, still supressing his smile as he gives you the warmest look “You want me to look away?” he asks with a slight chuckle

You nod giggling “Sorry Jamie. I can’t pee with you watching” you admit, earning another chuckle before he turns his head away

"No worries my love"

After that you took the test, it wasn’t as awkward as you thought it be, and once you were done you covered the now wet end with the plastic lid 

“Done?” James asks and when you hum he turns back, taking the test from you while you clean up, wash your hands before placing the lip back down to sit once more “How long does it take?” he wonders, moving to kneel in front of you, test placed on the bathroom mat beside him while his hands find your knees, rubbing gently

“Two minutes” you inform him “Not long but still feels…” you start, hands sliding over his

“Endless” he chuckles, head falling to press a lingering kiss to one of your hands

“You think it’s too soon?” you ask after a small silence, tugging your lip between your teeth as you let the one insecurity slip out, something about the anxiety of the wait, seems to cause it to do so

James’ head lifts, hands turning around to hold yours, thumbs rubbing over your knuckles in a soothing motion “For some yeah” he admits “But for us” he lifts one and up and kisses it “Nah” he shakes his head

Your cheeks hurt from the smile, eyes watering “And you think we’re ready?” you have to confirm

He nods “Financially we’re more than fine. Space wise we have that big office we set up for me that I never use and would make a kick ass room for our kid. I mean it has a window seat along with stained glass flowers and everything” he gifts you the brightest smile, shifting closer so much his chest grazes your knees

“But are we…you and me I mean? It’s a really big change” you tell him, hand removing itself from his hand cupping the bump

His hand chases yours, engulfing it “Honestly?” he asks smiling warmly and you nod “I don’t know if anyone ever is, but I do know I will love you and that little baby with all of my heart” the hand still on your knee leaves it to cover his chest before reaching up to wipe the tear that falls from your cheek 

“I love you” you sniffle, bending down to lean your forehead on his “So much”

He cups your cheek, bring you back so he can look at you “I know you might not be…but…”

“Me too” you admit and he lets out a thankful smile

He then leans in, capturing your lips in a long chaste kiss. When you pull back your eyes never leave the others

“You think” he cocks his head to the side ever so slightly

You bite your lip “Together?”

“Together” 

He grants you one more kiss, and when you part you both look down, eyes honing in on the two lines

“Two means…” he’s already smiling, the overwhelming happiness more than apparent in his voice

“You’re gonna be a daddy” you turn back to him, smiling so wide, happy tears forming as yours and his hand on your stomach grows a little tighter but not too tight

“I’m gonna be a dad” he says a little in shock before grinning “I’m gonna be a dad!” He exclaims, welcoming you as you half jump from the toilet seat into his lap, straddling his lap as you hug him “I love you so much” he murmurs kissing your hair as his hand moves to hold the back of your head

“Love you more” you say back

He pulls back then, pinching your cheek sweetly as he scolds “Not possible love” his hand slides round to your stomach

Thank you for reading ♡

[maysoulrose]

The Thief and The Moon chpt 1

You guys i’m doing it. I’ve been writing a fanfic about one of my skyrim oc’s and her relationship with Brynjolf because i’m a sucker for the man. I posted the first chapter on Fanfic . net if you’d rather read it there, but I’mma try and post here too!!!!!!!!!!! I finally finished enough chapters to where I feel like it could be at a stopping point, in case I take a long break or something, so here they come! I’ll try to link each chapter on every post for convenience sake!

here’s my story on the website of the fiction : @ maysoulrose

ALSO this whole thing started because I stumbled upon THIS STORY ABOUT FARKAS AND I’M DYING. it really inspired me to write my own.

it’s freaking steamy as HECK so get your eyeballs READY.

Chapter 1

“Pay up.” Brynjolf held out his hand in anticipation. The two guards at the front gate of Riften eyed each other. Bashfully, the one on the left scratched the back of his head before confessing.

“Sorry Brynjolf, the only person who came through today saw right past our scheme… and…”

“She scared the pants off of us!!!” the other guard burst out. Brynjolf gave his eyebrow a good raise.

“Really?” He folded his arms in thought.  “What did this person look like?” 

“Terrifying” The guard on the right said, followed by a smack on the back of the head by the other.

“He wants physical features, dimwit.”

“Oh. uh…” He collected his thoughts for a moment. “Tall, really long hair, like, super long. Dark elf… I… I think.” 

“... Fine.  But I expect payment later. Don’t mess the next one up.” Brynjolf jabbed the closest guard in the shoulder.

“Yessir” the two say in unison. Brynjolf swings open the giant gate and enters the city. 

It was just past midday. The market was gathering the usual attendees. Brynjolf scoured the crowd. No sign of this mysterious Dark elf. He had been meaning to find a new recruit or two for the guild and since she caught his little shake down, maybe this elf would be a good fit. She’s probably still here in the city since the guards hadn’t seen her leave. 

“Better take my usual spot at the snake oil counter and see if she shows.” He muttered to himself. He adjusted the quilted fine hat that sat atop his head and straightened out the matching tunic.  He felt a little uncomfortable in the getup he wore, for his merchant ploy to lure In a possible victim- I mean… Customer.. But it helped with the whole … ‘outfit.’

He leaned his hips against his booth and took in the crowd. Grelka was her usual angry self. Marise was over there, chiming about her crispy carrots.  Brand-Shei…  just waiting to be framed. 

“Where’s my little guinea pig…” he whispered. Balimund was working away at the forge. That one fisherman walked by, who definitely was having secret love affairs. He scoffed at the thought, then glanced back over toward the front gate.

An unfamiliar figure was making their way across the bridge and over the canal. That had to be her. Probably just coming from a visit to the town alchemist. 

Brynjolf ran through his mental list of introductions and tried to pick the best one for her as she approached the market. 

"Here we go."

His eyes traced her form from head to toe. She had a fur hood and covered most of her face with a scarf. A pouch of coin strapped around her waist. She definitely wasn’t afraid of showing a little skin. She wore a set of fur armor. Bare shoulders and arms with a thin strip of fur across her chest. Her hips draped with assorted pelts and skins. 

He continued his gaze downward… Through the fabric shifting as she walked,  Brynjolf got a glimpse of a dagger strapped to the inside of her thigh. Already promising to fit in with his crowd. 

The woman pulled back her hood, revealing a fountain of white hair, cascading down her chest and past her hips. A very small hint of purple shimmered off the waves when the sun hit it just right. 

“Wow. They weren’t kidding.” Brynjolf recalled the guard’s description of her. She then tugs on her scarf and tucks it under her chin. Brynjolf felt his heart twinge with excitement. 

She was beautiful. The closer she got, the more he felt himself entranced by her. She was elegant in the way she held herself. She was tall, and all of her features seemed to be just a bit longer than your average passer by.  Her skin is on the lighter side, for a dark elf, and a bit warm in tone. Almost purple, rather than gray.   A hint of pink revealed itself on her cheeks and the tip of her nose. Her skin seemed to have a velvet texture that shimmered like glitter. As if a diamond was crushed into pure dust and was sprinkled all across it.

By the time he realized he was gawking at her, she had caught his eyes. Hers were white, with only a hint of a pupil if you looked closely. Brynjolf snapped his jaw shut and approached her. 

"So… you're the little lady that sniffed out my scheme at the front gate."

The elf stopped in front of him; he had her full attention. 

It's a good thing he was skilled in the art of speech otherwise her otherworldly eyes might've made him stutter. 

"I admire how you were able to catch that shakedown, and even more with how you handled the situation."  He continued. "How about doing a little job for me, eh? Should be easy for a Lass like you." He paused for a moment, but she just kept her eyes on him. White lashes lining her lids. 

"... not much of a talker, I see." He clears his throat. "I have a bit of an errand to run, But need an extra pair of hands. And in my line of work, that extra pair of hands always gets paid. Handsomely." He waited for a response. 

She shifted her weight to the other side, extending out her leg slightly, and folding her arms. 

"I'm listening." Her voice was smooth and low, almost a whisper.  Brynjolf grinned at her response. 

"See that argonian over there?"

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"EVERYONE, EVERYONE!" Brynjolf stood at his makeshift booth, waving his arms. "Please! Gather 'round. I have an AMAZING new product." 

Everyone in the market groaned and shuffled over to him.

"What is it this time?" Brand Shei huffed.  Murmurs and eye rolls were plentiful among the onlookers. 

The mysterious elf watched the crowd and disappeared into it the moment everyone had their attention on the presentation. Quite literally it seemed. One moment Brynjolf was giving her the nod of approval, the next it was as If she never existed.

She slipped away, disappearing into wisps of shadowy smoke. The Argonian had left his booth, just as Brynjolf had planned. She tackled the lock of his cabinet and the Strongbox within. As expected, there lies a silver ring. Swiping the piece of fine jewelry, and softly closing the cabinet behind her, She made her way to Brand-Shei. 

The dunmer had sat his rump on a pile of crates next to a couple of barrels.  She reached an arm between two of them, just behind his back, and slipped the ring into one of his pouches.

Brynjolf continued on about his new "limb growing serum". He scanned the crowd, and almost jumped when he saw those moonlit eyes staring right at him, as if she had never left.

"Uh, that's all from me for today! Please! 20 gold per bottle. It'll change your life!" He shook around the tall potion container, appealingly. 

Once the crowd dispersed, he jumped down from his platform and approached the mystery woman. 

"Done without a hitch! You continue to impress.. Here's your share." He handed her a small pouch of gold, holding about 200 septims. She took the bag and dumped the contents into the satchel already on her hip.           

Just a few paces behind them, sounds of a guard promptly arresting Brand-Shei for the planted ring filled the air. Brynjolf took a step closer to the lady elf and lowered his voice. 

"Listen, if you're interested in doing more jobs like this, come meet me in the ratway. Just a test to see if you really have what it takes. We could use somebody with your skills." He smirks at her. 

She ponders the invitation for a moment and shuffles around her freshly filled coin purse. 

"Sounds like a deal~" flashing him a smile. 

Brynjolf exhaled a breath of relief. He was really hoping she'd say yes.

"Good on ya. Do you have a name?" He asks. It takes her a moment to respond, like she's considering if she should trust him with it.

"... Allustria." She whispers with her alluring voice. Brynjolf smiles.

"Fitting"

chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 | chapter 4 | chapter 5 | chapter 6 | chapter 7

read it on the fanfiction site

[redheadspark]

Christmas Prompt Session!

Hello Lovelies!

We are officially in Christmas Season!

This is my favorite season of the year, so I figured we can get a small head start in the next Prompt session that I promised I would bring you all!

I wanted to do this session now before we are all swamped with Christmas, and I wanted to also make sure I got this Prompt Session out before I would head to Oregon for Christmas with my family in 20 days!

This Prompt Theme is:

Christmas!

Here are my rules with this prompt sessions:

1.) You maybe chose ONE character from my list that I have Here. It’ll have the list of characters that I write for or have written for in the past.

*(If you have a character not listed that you wish for me to write, PLEASE MESSAGE ME AND CLEAR IT WITH ME FIRST TO SEE IF I CAN OR WILL DO IT!)*

2.) The Prompt list found below has two sections: Scene and Dialogue. You may choose ONE FROM EACH, not two from one and two from another. Also, Please provide the number AND the line that you wish for me to write for you so I don't get confused!

*I write out the request I get as first come first serve. I will try my best to fulfill every request that comes my way, but please bear in mind I work full time as a teacher. Because of that, I’ll be busy most of the day so please be patient and I’ll write on my spare time as much as I can :) *

3.) You can request in my ASK box neither as yourself or anonymously. Although I would LOVE to give you a shout if you request as yourself, anon is perfectly fine!

4.) I will close this prompt session Sunday, December 11th, at 3:00 PST (Pacific Standard, or USA California Time

5.) Have fun and enjoy!

Prompts created by @geek-girl7

Scene Starters

Gingerbread house

Cookie baking/decorating

Christmas dinner

Christmas/winter party

Snow

Snowman

Snowball fight

Christmas tree

Gift giving

Presents

Present wrapping

Santa

Fire

Reindeer

Bells

Shopping

Cold

Ornaments

Lights

Eggnog

Christmas movies

Christmas music

Mistletoe

Curled in front of the fire

Peppermint mocha

Mint

Hot chocolate 

Matching Pjs

Singing Carols

Decorating the Christmas Tree

Ice Skating

Sweater Weather

Grinch

Elf

Blizzard

Hat, scarf & mittens

Shoveling snow

Sledding

Ugly Christmas sweater

Dialogue Prompts

“Merry Christmas!”

“Happy Holidays!”

“Um, I got you something.”

“You look cold.”

“What are you looking at?”

“Ho ho ho”

“Baby, it’s cold outside.”

“Is that mistletoe?”

“All I want for Christmas is you.”

“Here, take my coat.”

“It’s literally blizzarding outside.”

“You’re like my own, personal space heater.”

“Don’t forget the peppermint!”

“What the hell is that supposed to be?”

“I love it...” “No, no you hate it.”

“Are you wearing socks... to sleep?” “My feet get cold!”

“For the last time, Die Hard is not a Christmas movie!”

“You got a little something, right there.”

“Your hands are freezing.”

“Yeah, very funny, I slipped on the ice, asshole.”

“Watch out!”

“Can we just cuddle all day?”

“Looks like we’re snowed in.”

“Wonderful, stuck with you for hours.”

“That tree just looks sad.”

“Do we have enough decorations up yet?”

“Whatever you’re making smells amazing.”

“Just one more.”

“Do you have every Christmas song memorized?”

“Hey! That was mine.”

Once again, This Prompt Session will close on Sunday, December 11th, at 3:00pm

Have fun, and Happy Holidays!!!

Tagged: @a-lumos-in-the-nox @heartofwritiing @basicrese @heliosphere8 @botanicalbarnes @hottpinkpenguin @virtueassassin @pemberlyy @vinvantae @the-darkwing-dragon @thedarkestgreys

[chaotic-orphan]

Dec. 12, prompt: snowman

Would I ever have seen myself write like this before? No.

Do I love it? Absolutely!

Will you see me tomorrow for prompt 13? Of course!!

Prompt calendar’s/challenges I fear are becoming a bit of an addiction but oop— who cares not me!

Thank you @the-modern-typewriter @the-modern-typewriter-aesthetic for getting me addicted to writing again!

Enjoy!!!

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“-police have issued a warning regarding a high security criminal who has broken out of prison in the District of City this morning. Local police have urged all citizens to be on the look out for this man. He is 5’11”, around forty years old and lean with long brown hair that reaches his chin. “

The detective turned the radio down as they pulled into the criminal’s house. They turned the car off, not really wanting to get out. They knew criminal was here. There was no question about it. They just didn’t know what they’d be walking into. Sometimes detective hated their job.

They got out of the car. Closing the door. Catching their face in the reflection. They looked tired. Maybe they were getting too old to be chasing criminal around the country the minute they do something.

Criminal’s wife answered the door. Her eyes soft and full of tears.

“Hi Criminal’s wife,” detective said softly. Noticing the crows feet around her eyes. Maybe they were all getting too old.

“Detective, please. He- he just wants to see Child.”

“I know, criminal’s wife. I know. It’s okay, where is he?”

“Out the back,” Wife said as she moved to let detective in. “Do you want some tea or something? They’ll be done soon.”

“A coffee sounds marvellous,” detective said. He walked into the kitchen and turned the kettle on. “Do you want anything?”

“Maybe a coffee too,” Wife said and detective nodded. Out the window of the kitchen you could see the backyard. Covered in a blanket of snow. Well, it would have been. If not for the half snowman that was built in the middle of it.

Criminal and Criminal’s child packing snow onto the body of the snowman as they went.

“I’ll make them some hot chocolate or something,” detective said, “then go have fun. I’ll be in here when you’re finished.”

Criminal’s wife started to cry again, running over to detective and giving him a lung crushing hug. “Thank you detective. Thank you so much.”

“It’s okay, now go.”

Detective watched her disappear from the kitchen and reappear outside. Criminal looked up at her and a wide smile broke their face as they whispered something to child.

Child looked over their shoulder and got the same grin as their dad as they reached down gathering snow in their hand.

“Don’t you dare!” Wife screamed as two snowballs went flying at her. One missed and one hit her shoulder. She laughed as she bent down gathering snow, and soon it was all out snowball war.

The kettle clicked and detective grabbed four mugs from the cupboard, went about making the rounds as they watched the small family enjoy each other’s company in the first snowfall of the year.

Detective set his coffee down at the table and sat at the end of it, looking out the French doors. He sent a quick text to partner, telling them they had criminal and to call off the man hunt. Then settled down, taking a sip of their coffee.

They really shouldn’t be doing this, but it was Christmas. What’s he gonna be a grinch? Absolutely not.

The snow started coming down hard, and they had finally got the snowman’s head up. Criminal wrapped a scarf around it, and Child put on the hat. Stones for eyes, then criminal threw a hand to his forehead and started coming towards the kitchen.

When they got to the door they hesitated, visibly swallowing before pulling the door open.

“Detective,” criminal nodded.

Detective smiled sadly, “Criminal. You look good.”

Criminal shared the same pained smile. “Thanks. You, uh, don’t.”

Detective shrugged, bring the mug to their lips, steam hitting off their nose as they mumbled, “thought that this morning myself…”

Detective nodded out the door, swallowing a mouthful of coffee. “How’s the kid?”

“They’re good,” criminal said, this time with a genuine smile, walking towards the fridge and grabbing a carrot. “They thought it was magic that it started snowing and I was here. We never- they were so excited about the snow last visit, they don’t remember seeing it, y’know? So I thought…”

Criminal trailed off, walking towards the doors again.

“There’s hot chocolate waiting for you all when you’re done.”

“Thank you, detective,” criminal smiled, pulling the door open and braced his shoulders to the snow once more.

Criminal presented the carrot to child who smiled so wide, and plucked it from Criminal’s hands. Then stuck it halfway through the snowman’s head it nearly broke in two. Criminal and wife both held each side, laughing at the near disaster. Then criminal inclined their head inside and wife looked between criminal and the door and nodded, her face growing sad again.

“There we go, look! My friend made us some hot chocolate,” said Criminal to child as child ran in.

“Your friend?” Child asked, eyebrow cocking looking the detective up and down with a stare so sharp it could take flesh off bone. Detective knew that stare, had seen it so much in criminal’s eyes over the years. Picking apart everything about you, exposing every detail. Every weakness. It nearly made detective want to confess.

Nearly.

Instead, they took a sip of their coffee. “Yeah, my friend. From work, I have to go back after our hot chocolate,” Criminal said almost wincing at the whine child let out.

“Come on, child. It’s not that bad,” wife said forcing a smile. “We got to build the snowman, hmm?”

“Yeah,” child said, settling heavy into their chair. Then they looked at detective.

“Will you take a picture for us, after we’ve done our hot chocolate?” They asked.

Detective smiled. “Of course.”

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The detective stopped into a pharmacy to print out the photo on their phone for criminal while they were in the car.

The criminal cradled the photograph as if it were the most precious thing in the world.

“Thank you detective,” criminal said before getting taken away by the prison guards.

Detective nodded, not trusting their voice, then made their way back home.

[reilbec]

Saturday - reil bec

1 eyes

I saw her at the coffee shop quite reading a book

I saw her but we did not meet

Later I saw her again and she saw me our eyes met

2 we interact

All that had to happen was make eye contact and now i start to build a Fantasy

She goes back to reading but now all I can do is think I look up,

again our eyes meet

She starts to walk toward me with paper in hand

She smiles and puts the paper down on my table

I blush I wait for her to walk away

3 we text

On the paper it said her name and had a phone number

In my mind it said so much more

I look at the paper then back at her

and at the paper

I put in in my contacts but what to say

What what what

I’ll start with a name my name

4 I wait

I send my name but what now

Do I say say something or wait for her

I’ll wait after all I need to go to work

5 anticipation

I’m on the store floor not able to look at my phone

I can’t wait for my break it felt like an eternity

6 break

She asked me out

What do I say do I say yes

Of course I say yes

Now when am I free

I’m free Saturday night

Is she?

She is it’s a date

7 Tuesday

I am on the moon

Feeling like I can fly but limited time to breath

8 Wednesday

I’m afraid my fantasy will be so wrong

What if she’s crazy

What if she’s toxic

What if what if what if

9 Thursday

Well maybe she is for me

Maybe she’s the love of my life

Maybe she’s a crazy person

But I’ve got to try

10 Friday

We text to decide tomorrow

We gonna go to a guided paint night

At 9

11 Friday night in bed

Anticipation, fear, butterflies but mostly

Little sleep

12 Saturday morning

What’s for breakfast

Never mind I can’t eat

I look on the map to see where we’re going tonight

13 Saturday afternoon

I should eat

I make a sandwich

What to wear?

This or that or maybe this but definitely not that no one wants to see that

We’re painting so not this

That one it is

14 an hour before

I pace the floor I need to leave in 30 minutes to get there on time

Back and forth

Here and there

Only 15 minutes now

Should I wear a scarf

It’s not to cold

A hat

no that will mess up my hair

Well I said these shoes but maybe these ones no no go with you gut we’re wearing the first pair

15 the walk

It would have been good to wear a scarf

but it’s to late to go back

I hope she’s close to what I dream her to be

but I understand it’s just a fantasy I made up

16 the door

I’m at the door I don’t know if we want to meet outside or inside

I wait at the door

I decided to text her

17 she texts back

“She’s almost there” she says “to head inside and save us a spot”

18 we meet for real

She met me at the spot I kept for us

Were near the front

19 eyes

We link eyes and talk

We ask all the questions

well we wait for it to start

She is beautiful

Her eyes have a sparkle

Her hair in braids

Her smile so gentle so natural

20 paint

The painting begins

we start small put a little on her hand she put some on mine

Then a little on her face

She put some on my nose

We laugh

She smile we paint

21 the end of the date

We walked out paintings in hand she asks if we could trade

she has mine

She asks how I will get home

I say “I’m gonna walk”

22 she drives me to my block

She drove me back it wasn’t far when your in a car but she cracked a few jokes

Then we say good bye

23 that night

What now

What should I go to bed?

She was amazing I hope for another date

[earlgreydream]

butterbeer.

| draco malfoy x hufflepuff!reader | fluff |

a/n: requested by my dearest hufflepuff, @fitzfiles​ i’m so soft for draco 

You sat curled up in the Hufflepuff common room, your thick herbology book resting on your lap. Cedric was beside you on the couch in his golden quidditch sweater, smiling kindly at you. 

“Do you see? In order to care for the mandrakes, you must bury them in the soil like this,” you showed Cedric your notes. Every Friday afternoon was spent tutoring Cedric in herbology after your shared class. 

“Yes. You’re much better than Sprout at explaining it. You should become the new herbology professor when the bloke finally retires.” Cedric grinned at you. 

“I like Professor Sprout! That would be fun though!” You giggled. 

“Oi, Y/N! Your boyfriend is griping to be let in here,” One of the Hufflepuff girls called to you as she entered the common room. You smiled at her apologetically, squeezing Cedric’s shoulder as you stood. You walked to the painting, letting it swing open to reveal Draco Malfoy. 

“Hi,” you smiled at him, and he gazed at you softly with a loving smile. His usual arrogance and sharpness was gone from his expression as he looked at you with utter adoration. 

“Hi, darling,” he stepped into the common room, kissing your forehead lightly. 

“Cedric.” He nodded, greeting your best friend. Draco had been a bit prickly toward him when the two of you first began dating, but he warmed up when he realized that Cedric wasn’t a threat. 

“We’re not quite finished. Do you mind?”

“I’ll wait. You can’t go in this anyways.” he said, nodding to your school uniform you hadn’t changed out of.

“I know, darling. It’s warm in here and I haven’t had the chance to change.” 

You walked back over to the couch, and he sat on the floor on a golden cushion, his head resting against your thigh. You lightly ran your fingertips through his snowy white locks as you leaned over your herbology book, helping Cedric identify the differences between the plants for your O.W.L.S. 

The other Hufflepuffs no longer stared at Draco, now used to having him in their common room. Draco was often hanging around, enjoying the warmth and coziness, and the way he was welcomed. He found that he much preferred it to the chilly, marble elegance of the Slytherin commons. 

One of the second-year girls walked over, setting down a plate of pumpkin pastries.

“Y/N, Draco, Cedric, have some,” She said sweetly, smiling at the three of you and sitting down across from the Slytherin prince. 

“Draco, would you maybe look at my potions paper? I swear Professor Snape hates me, and I’m nervous.” She asked shyly, and Draco sat up. 

“Of course, let me see.” He took the paper from her hand, and she moved to sit beside him. You smiled down at your boyfriend, and the kind way he spoke to her. 

“This is great, but you should add here that polyjuice potion takes a long time to make...” He fell into soft chatter with her, showing her where her paper could be stronger. Draco was gentle, careful to praise the younger student on what she did well. It warmed your heart, and you turned back to finish with Cedric. 

“This is perfect. I’ll put in a good word for you too, with Snape. Please, I’m always happy to help you or tutor you if you need it, alright?” he asked her as she stood.

“Thanks, Draco.”

“Of course.” 

“I love it when you’re sweet.” You said, leaning down over Draco and kissing the tip of his nose. He stood, helping you to your feet and taking your heavy textbook for you.

“I’m still mean!” He teasingly defended himself and you shook your head at him with a small smile.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell Pansy that you’re secretly nice,” you teased back and he followed you to your dorm. 

He set your textbook down on your desk, mindlessly folding the various clothing you had tossed over the back of your chair or top of the trunk at the end of your bed. He was extremely neat, always folding your clothes or putting things back in their places whenever he visited your dorm. 

“Y/N, is this my quidditch sweater I’ve been looking for?” He asked as you pulled a yellow Hufflepuff jumper over your head, letting it fall over your black skinny jeans. 

“Um, no, it belongs to my other boyfriend who plays on the Slytherin quidditch team,” you answered with a straight face. 

“You’re dating Theo behind my back?” Draco asked, humor laced in his voice.

“No, sorry, the other one,” you bit back a giggle as he reached for you, tickling your sides and making you squeal.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I’m yours, Draco!” You squealed, trying to escape as your laughter interrupted your breathing. 

“That’s right. You’re mine,” his voice dropped a few octaves, making you shudder with a small smile on your face. 

“It doesn’t smell like you anymore. You can have it back.” 

“Oh, I can have it back?” he smirked, pulling. you into a kiss. 

“But I want another one in return.”

“Y/N, that jumper is mine too. And that one.” He pointed, and you rolled your eyes.

“You have plenty. You can share.” 

“Come on, let’s get going.” 

Draco wrapped a scarf around your neck and fastened the buttons on the coat like you were a child. You knew he was just doing it because he cared, and you let him, taking any affection you could get from Draco. 

“Where are your gloves, honey?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted, and he frowned.

“It’s cold, you can’t keep losing them.” 

“I know, let’s go now. I’ll find them later, for next time,” you begged.

“You can hold my hands so they don’t get cold, and my coat has pockets.” 

“Alright, love, come on,” Draco wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you to him as you apparated to Diagon Alley. 

You shivered as snowflakes gently dusted into your hair, the freezing air nipping at your skin. You squeezed Draco’s hand, and he led you through the bustling street, weaving through groups of people. Draco was right, it was cold, but you didn’t dare complain, not wanting a lecture from your boyfriend about how you should keep better track of your gloves and hat. 

“Y/N, go ahead,” he gently pushed you in front of him as he opened the door to the Leaky Cauldron, helping the two of you escape the cold. 

Draco kept a hand on the small of your back, leading you through the crowded pub. You squeezed through the crowded area, and ascended a flight of stairs to the second level. You smiled when you saw your favorite spot was open, a window bench with lots of pillows and a street view. You took a seat in the large round window, and Draco settled beside you. 

“What can I get for you two?” A waitress asked.

“Butterbeer for us both, please.” You said politely, and Draco added vanilla cookies. She smiled and promised to have your order soon.

“Thanks for helping me escape school. I needed some “us time” away from it all,” you told Draco, who planted a kiss to your lips. He tasted like sage and vanilla, and his kiss was sweet and gentle. 

“Of course, I love spending time with you,” Draco wrapped an arm around your waist, and you leaned into his side, your head resting on his shoulder. He turned and kissed the crown of your head, his fingers lightly tracing the embroidery on the sleeve of the coat you wore. 

The waitress returned with your drinks, and you grinned, leaning forward and wrapping your hands around one of the glass mugs. Draco smiled at your excitement. He loved seeing you happy, even if it was over small things, like a warm drink on a cold day. You were so sweet. You were kind to everyone, especially him, and he loved you for it. You were the breath of fresh air and the gentleness he needed in his life, and he was profoundly in love with you. He adored you, and he was secretly happy when you stole his sweaters, because he loved to give them to you. 

A tiny silver necklace with a moon charm always rested beneath your collar, matching the one he war. He’d given it to you as a gift on your birthday, three years ago when the two of you started dating, and you never took it off. It made him happy to see you wear it proudly. Sometimes, he would watch you from afar, seeing your fingers touch the pendant lightly whenever you missed him. He’d walk up to you then, and see your face light up with joy when you saw him.

“Draco, can I have one of your vanilla cookies?” you asked sweetly, looking up at your boyfriend expectantly. 

He held out the plate to you, and you picked up the top one off the small pile with a smile. You bit into the soft cookie, smiling at him gratefully. He kissed your cheek, and you fed him a piece. He lightly nipped at your fingertip, making you squeal with delighted laughter. 

“Don’t bite!” You giggled, pecking his lips, which now tasted like sugar and butterbeer. 

“M’sorry, love,” Draco laughed, not sorry at all. 

The two of you played chess on the tabletop with a small set the pub had while you drank the butterbeer and finished off the cookies. You watched the snow fall outside, and Draco tried to teach you chess strategies, though you were mostly lost. 

“That’s alright. It’s getting late, anyway.” Draco said when the two of you got stuck in your match, the empty mugs long forgotten. You looked up, seeing that the sun had set, and the only light outside came from buzzing street lamps. 

You held Draco’s hand tightly as you stepped out into the cold night, burying your face in his shoulder as the two of you walked back to a side street where you could apparate back to Hogwarts without being seen. You held your breath as Draco waved his wand, and you were suddenly back in your dormitory, disturbing your once-sleeping cat. 

“Will you stay?” You asked Draco, and he nodded, a small smile pulling at his lips. 

“Of course.” He kissed you, wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you.

You hung up your coat and scarf, slipping your boots off and placing them in the bottom of the wardrobe. Draco draped his slacks, sweater, and undershirt over your chair, and pulled one of his jumpers you had stolen over his head. You stripped before pulling another over your head, his last name stitched on the chest. You turned to see Draco was pulling down your duvet, and you smiled at him softly. 

You walked over, freeing your hair from your plait and picking up your brush from the dresser. Draco’s pale fingers wrapped around the brush, prying it from your grasp. You smiled up at him as he gently brushed the tangles from your hair, helping you get ready for bed. You sat on the sheets, knees pulled to your chest, and Draco softly dragging the brush through your hair. You were nearly asleep when he finished, yawning as you sat up. 

“Get some sleep, love.” He slipped into bed behind you, pulling the duvet to cover you both. He murmured a spell to shut off the lights, darkness falling gently over the two of you. 

He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling your back against his chest, settling with you into his arms. 

“Goodnight, Draco.” You whispered, and he kissed the back of your head.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” 

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Push

Warnings: noncon sex, oral, mentions of violence, abuse, and death.

This is Lee Bodecker (who is already dark!af) and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your daddy’s in business with the Sheriff but a dirty cop has not limits.

Note: This is my first Lee Bodecker fic. Obviously it’s a dark on so mind the warnings. Lee is just awful. Like what a bastard, the worst!

Hope you enjoy it. Thank you. Love you guys!

Please leave some feedback, like and reblog <3

‘She said "I don't know if I've ever been good enough I'm a little bit rusty, and I think my head is caving in”’

-Push, Matchbox Twenty

🚔

You traced the small crack along the lip of the plate. The dinner set your mother had been so proud of was wearing away. Everything had started to since her death. The farmhouse seemed darker, more desolate amid the sentinel pines, your father's shed more sinister though the childhood tales of what was within had long since been dispelled. The walls shuddered with each gust of late autumn air.

The house was empty but for you. Your brothers were at about their usual business, Arn and Cal at work at yard and Will in his classes, though more likely bumming cigarettes behind the church. Your father had rumbled off in his old Ford pick-up not an hour ago but hadn't given you a reason. He never did and it was better that way. Better you didn't ask questions or speak out of turn. Focus on yourself, in the work that needed to be done as the men bustled in and out of your purview.

You set the plate on the mat to dry, a soapy bubble dripped down the back as you plunged your hand back into the water. You piled the dishes one after the other, scrubbing and scouring. The clink of the thick glass painted with faded petals and the old silverware was thunderous in the chilly kitchen.

You heard an engine, quieter than your father's cantankerous truck. The gravel mulched under the tires and you grabbed a rag to dry your hands as you walked through the front door. You peeked out the window as the cruiser pulled up; the old black and white with its blue and red crown.

Sheriff Bodecker came around maybe once every two weeks. You didn't keep track, you never spoke to him. Your daddy always took him to the shed for a beer and a chat. The uniform took a cut of the profits from your father's sill. The moonshine sold better than the beer sold at the store in town but wasn't allowed on the shelves. the lawman turned his eye for a percentage and the occasional jug of the brew.

You watched the sheriff brace himself against his door and lift himself out of the car. His jacket was zipped up against the impending winter but could barely contain his stomach. He reached into his car and plopped his hat on his head before he slammed the door. His boots were just as loud as his tires as he rounded the vehicle and paced towards your daddy's shed.

He turned back, hands on his hips, and peered across the empty lot. The big blue truck always greeted visitors, not that there were many. You watched the sheriff retreat and as he neared the porch, you let go of the curtain and pressed yourself to the door.

Your brothers and your father were the only people in your life. You minded the house and spent your spare time with one of your mama's old books or a needle and thread. 

The door shook as he knocked. You blinked and slowly turned. You grabbed the handle but didn't pull. He must have known your daddy wasn't there. A fool could guess that.

He banged again and you twisted the knob. Slowly, you pulled the door open just a crack. You looked through with one eye as the sheriff felt around impatiently in his pockets.

"Daddy ain't here," you said quietly.

He tilted his head and grinned. He scoffed and ripped his hand out of his jacket.

"I guessed that. Be a shit officer if I couldn't," he snickered. "Pardon the language, miss."

"I don't know when he'll be back," you said.

"I got time," he checked his watch.

There was a moment of silence as he looked at you. You gulped, uncertain.

"Sorry, we don't get many visitors. Guess I should invite you in… I got coffee? Tea?"

He considered you through the inch between the frame and the door. "You gonna have to open up for that," he said, "you got anything sweet?"

"Some leftover cake from Arn's birthday. It's probably stale." You answered as he placed his hand flat on the door. "It's strawberry cream."

"Mm, you make it yourself?" He asked as his other hand rested on his belt.

"Mama's recipe," you explained.

"Well,” he pushed on the door, "Can I come in then or am I eatin' on the porch?"

You stared at him and slowly stepped back as he put more weight against the door. He dropped his arm as you were flush to the wall and he stepped inside. You looked at his boots as he pulled the door from your grasp and threw it shut behind him. He chuckled as he turned to you again and looked at his feet.

“Not meaning to mess up your floors, miss,” he wiped the treads on the mat.

“It’s fine. My brothers never did care much either,” you waved away his words and retreated, “I’ll get you that cake.”

You went to the kitchen and took the glass lid of the cake dish. That was your mother’s too. The long crack up the side made you want to cry. If she could see how the life she’d left behind had become so distorted. You took a plate from the mat and dried it before you laid it out. You cut a slice from the cake and carefully angled it onto the saucer.

“Should I put the kettle on?” You asked as you looked over your shoulder.

He shrugged out of his jacket and hung it over a chair before he sat. The wood groaned under him. He put his hat on the table decisively.

“You got milk? I had a coffee on the way.” He sat back in the chair and spread his legs wide.

“Milk,” you repeated as you neared and set the plate on the table then grabbed a fork from the drawer. You handed him the silver then went to the fridge, “Should be enough.”

You poured him a glass and put it down beside the plate as he greedily cut a bite out of the sponge with his fork. You went back to the sink and stuck your hands in the tepid water as you fished out the last few bowls and scrubbed them one at a time. You could hear him chewing behind you as the metal hit the porcelain with each bite.

“You really don’t entertain much, do you?” He asked.

“Sheriff?” you pulled the stopped and grabbed the dish towel to dry your hands.

“You know, I go ‘round folks’ houses and the wives, they smile, flip their hair, even excuse themselves to powder up,” he remarked, “And here you are doing your washing. Your back to me and everything.”

“I told my daddy I’d have ‘em done,” you shrugged. “Besides, I wasn’t expecting ya.”

“I rarely announce myself to shiners,” he rolled his eyes, “Must be quite the life, hmm? You cleaning up behind four boys. You look old enough to have a man of your own to worry about.”

“Maybe,” you wrung the dish towel. 

“Most girls your age are outta their daddy’s house and settled down with a babe on their hip. Even two.” He said.

You frowned. “Well, Sheriff Bodecker, are you married?”

He squinted and tilted his head. He smirked and said ‘no’.

“You’re older than me. Maybe you’re the one who’s overdue.”

“Not too old,” he stabbed the last morsel of cake.

You turned away and grabbed a cup and wiped it dry. You went about drying each piece as he sat quietly. You sensed his gaze as you put away the dishes. The tension mounted as you snapped shut the cupboard and he tapped the plate with the fork.

You were relieved when you heard the gravel crunching outside. Your daddy was back. The putter of his old truck was a welcoming sound.

“That should be him,” you said as you went to the table and picked up his plate. 

He set the fork atop it and grabbed your wrist before you could back away. “You take good care of a man.”

You swallowed and resisted the urge to pull away. “Not too many men can take care of themselves,” you uttered.

He laughed and let you go. He stood and you quickly scurried away to dump the plate in the sink. “Probably right,” he said as he took his jacket and pulled it on, “Definitely not in the ways a woman can take care of a man.”

You turned the faucet as the front door clattered. “Sherriff?” You father called down the hall, “You in here?”

“Here, Rhett,” He flipped his hat on and winked at you, “Son of a bitch, I’ve been waiting long enough.”

🚔

There was a cluster of brambles deep in the woods. A carpet of red, orange, and yellow leaves slowly wilted to brown beneath your feet as you climbed through the brush. You clutched your basket in one hand, your fingers cold even inside your gloves as the winter crept nearer with each day. 

You were the old scarf with the uneven edges. The first one you knitted yourself after your mama had shown you how. Your fleece jacket was hand-me-down from Cal, the sleeves were too long and it puffed out from your body when you zipped it, an old oil stain along the left side. Your skirt, your own creation from two of your mama’s, hung to your knees, your stocking barely thick enough to keep out the chill. The heel of your right boot flopped as it threatened to fall off entirely and made the trek all the more treacherous.

You tossed walnuts into your basket every now and then if they weren’t crushed or caked in mud. The trees muffled all noise the deeper you got and the trees loomed darker above. You stopped at the overgrowth of leaves and vines. Blackberries and raspberries hung plump in the last harvest of the season. You preferred the wild berries to the grocers; they were larger and juicier.

You set down your basket as you pushed through the sharp, thin branches and began to pick. You knelt to grab those hidden at the bottom, dumping handfuls atop your collection of walnuts.

You heard a rustle behind you. Subtle, soft. More likely a deer than a bear. You peeked over your shoulder but didn’t give much heed to the disturbance. There was always some creature flitting around in the forest. You tuned back to your work, your gloves dappled with the dark juices of the berries as some were so soft the burst on touch.

The bushes behind you shook and a twig snapped.

“What you doing out here all alone? I thought you were a bear.”

You stood as you recognized the voice. You dropped the berries in your hand into the basket before you turned and clapped off your gloves. “I thought the same of you.” You blanched as you saw his gun in hand. “You hunting out here with that?”

Sheriff Bodecker looked down at his pistol and scoffed. “Maybe,” he looked up as he kept his gun in hand, “How you know about these berries?”

“They’re wild. There for the taking,” you turned back and pushed through the brambles as you plucked berries from the bunch, “Mama used to take us here when we we’re kids.”

“You lookin’ to make another cake?” His boots crushed the leaves and sticks as he neared.

“Conserves; jams,” you answered bluntly as your basket filled with each handful. “Too bad strawberries are all gone for the season.”

You sensed him watching you as you stooped again. He reached down to your basket and took a raspberry. He popped it in his mouth as he straightened. You glanced over, his gun was pointed at the ground but still in hand. He knocked it gently against his leg as if thinking.

“Tart,” he said, “I prefer strawberry. Sweeter.”

“Mmm,” you grumbled as you dug through the bush, “Well, they charge too much down at the grocer for ‘em.”

It was quiet but for you pushing past the bramble and filling your basket. You could hear him breathing above you as he watched, transfixed by your simple ritual.

“Never told me why you’re all the way out here,” you said as you contented yourself with your haul. “Should I be worried? Some criminal out here hiding in the branches?”

“Sitting by the river on my break, as I do,” he shrugged as you lifted your basket. “It’s a far way back to your daddies. My cruiser’s closer. I can take you home.”

“I prefer the walk. Gives me an excuse to be away.” You smiled and made to step past him.

“We can take our time,” he caught your arm.

“Thank you, Sheriff, but I can find my own way back.”

He turned you to him and raised his gun. His eyes searched your face as he pressed the muzzle to your cheek.

“Ain’t much on the first look but after a while, you’re not so bad,” he said as you stiffened, “If you didn’t dress like a matron, you might even be pretty.” His gun fell to the collar of the jacket. “Usually men don’t offer favours to girls who ain’t pretty.”

“Let go of me,” you pleaded softly, “Sheriff…”

He pointed his gun skyward and released you. He holstered the pistol and laughed to himself.

“You go on lift up that skirt and give me a good look. Then I’ll drive you back to your daddy’s. You have my word as an officer of the law.”

“Pardon--”

“Shhh,” his hand lingered on the pistol, playing with the little strap that would snap it into place, “No one needs to know. Just a peek.”

“Sheriff--”

“Girl,” he cleared his throat, “Ya gonna do what I tell you or I’m gonna make you do worse. Now go on.”

He snatched the basket out of your hand and you let out your breath, relieved at least that he no longer had his fingers on his pistol.

“It’s cold out--”

“You argue with your daddy this much? He don’t seem the type to bide it and let me tell you, he seems a lot more tolerant than me.” He took another berry and chewed it, “So lift your skirt and we’ll be on our way.”

You stared at him. He smirked and licked the dark juice away from his lip. You hands shook as you bent and clumsily felt your skirt. You gathered the hem and stood. You bunched up the fabric around the bottom of the coat and he tutted in satisfaction.

“Turn around for me, girl,” he softly swung the basket, “Bend over so I can get a nice look at you.”

“Sher--”

“I really don’t wanna knock ya around and you don’t want that either,” he warned. “Two seconds. That’s all it will take.”

You gulped as bile burned your throat. You turned, careful not to catch the loose heel of your boot, and held your breath. You bent forward slowly.

“Further,” he ordered. The thin cotton of your underwear stretched across your ass. “Well, you got a much nicer backside than I expected.”

You let out a sharp breath as he pinched your ass and you stood suddenly. You stumbled forward and dropped your skirts. He laughed as you spun to face him. He shoved the basket against your chest. 

“See how easy that was,” he leered at you as you took the basket. “Who you hidin’ that body from? Maybe your daddy’s a selfish man, hmmm? Keeping you from all the men.”

“Can we go?” You muttered as you tried to hide behind the basket.

His blue eyes bore into yours and he shifted on his feet. His hand rubbed the front of his pants as he side stepped you.

“Sure, cruisers ‘round the bend.” He waved you past him and waited. “Come on, you said you wanted to go.”

You walked past him along the trail and he followed, close as his loud breaths filled the air. He pointed you down the path with curt orders and you came into sight of the broad river. His car was parked just off the sideroad that led back to the town. 

His keys jingled as he brushed by you, dragging his hand across your rear as he did. He opened the passenger door and looked at you. You neared and quickly got in, sitting on the long seat within. He closed the door harshly and rounded to the other side. The car dipped with his weight and he shoved the keys in the slot.

“Come here,” he gestured with two fingers, “Closer.”

“What?”

“Put the berries down,” he pointed to the other side of you and you placed the basket on the seat.

“I should be home sooner than later. I gotta start cooking--”

“I’ll get you there,” he grabbed your arm and slid you over the seat. He flipped his hat off and dropped it over the basket. He slung his arm over your shoulders. “Go on, put me in first.”

He gripped the wheel with his other hand and you blinked dumbly. You realised what he meant and pushed the shifted into gear.

“You cold? You’re shivering,” He said as he carefully turned the car, “Just tryna warm you up, girl.”

“I’m fine,” you crossed your arms as he drove at a snail's pace up the dirt road.

“I’m cold,” he gave an exaggerated ‘brrr’, “Do me a favour. Unzip me.”

“What?” You tried to pull away and he bent his arm around your neck, his hand along your chest as your head was nearly on his.

“I’m hard as fuck. You did that. Now take care of it.” He growled. “Get these damn pant unzipped and finish it.”

“Let go--”

“You don’t start listening and I’ll tell you’re daddy what a whore you are. Up in the woods flaunting your ass to the wind.”

You stared down at your stitched skirt. Your mama’s. You only wore her clothes. They were modest. You’d once worn a dress your friend Laverne had given you, more modern, with a shorter skirt. Your daddy belted you until it was ruined.

Your hands trembled as you felt along the Sheriff’s stomach and fumbled beneath. You unbuckled his belt clumsily and found his fly ready to burst. You pushed his zipper down as he groaned and he lifted his arm over the seat. His underwear was tight to his bulging cock.

“Now don’t keep wastin’ my time and take me out,” he snarled.

You pulled the elastic down and he popped out above it. You hesitated as you stared at his throbbing tip.

“I don’t… I don’t know what to do.” You confessed.

“Christ, girl,” he snickered, “Grab it and just… move your hand.”

You shuddered and wrapped your fingers around his cock. It was as thick as the rest of him. You gripped it but still had no idea what to do next.

“Up and down. Like your polishing a shotgun,” he urged, “A nice long barrel.” You bit down and slid your hand along his length. “Tighter,” he gritted through his teeth, “Faster…”

He purred as you played with him. He drove a little faster and steered with one hand as his other hand clawed the back of the seat.

“Fuckin’ don’t know, girl, feels like you know exactly what to you,” he uttered, “Got me close already.”

You stared at the middle of the steering wheel, the silver emblem, and tried not to think about what you were doing. His hand fell to your back and he caressed the back of your coat. He grasped the cloth in his fist as his grunts grew louder and longer.

“Grab that coffee cup,” he demanded, “Go on, you don’t wanna make a mess.”

You took the cup with one hand and popped the top off with your thumb. It flew onto the floor and he hummed.

“Hold it at the tip, before--” He choked on his words and you quickly moved the cup. 

He hit the brake and white ribbons streamed from his cock and laced the rim of the cup and your fingers. White globs slid down the paper and you slowed as a chill went through you. You pulled away your slimy hand and the cup. He took the latter and tossed it out the window and sighed.

“Shit, girl, that was good,” he reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. He wiped his glistening cock before covering himself up and zipping up his pants. “Get cleaned up.” He tossed the cloth on your lap, “Not far from home, now.”

🚔

Your days passed like molasses. Ever since your venture into the forest, your life slowed to an interminable pace. Your thoughts were darkened by the sheriff’s shadow. You scrubbed, scoured, and swept but could not rid yourself of the memory. The scene played over and over in your head. You swore you could feel him still spread across the palm of your hand.

A week after, when he drove up behind the boys on their return from town, you watched through the window in dread. Cal, Arn, and Will hopped out of the truck and greeted the sheriff. The four of them went to the shed where your daddy was, the latter peeked over at the house as he passed.

You were reassured that your brothers were there. The sheriff wouldn’t, really couldn’t, try anything more. You went back to basting the thick chops. As you made to cap your homemade sauce, the back door opened and your daddy looked in from the mud room.

“You bring out some glasses for the lot of us. And put an extra chop on for the sheriff,” your father slurred. He’d already started drinking. “He be joining us tonight.”

He left before you could respond. He usually drank his swill out of old jars and saved your mother’s dishes. You coated another chop in spice and set it with the rest before slipping them in the oven. You washed your hands and counted out five glasses. You hugged them in your arms and stepped into your boots. 

You pushed the screen door open with your elbow and tramped down the steps. You crossed to the shed and kicked the door with your boot. “Daddy,” you called through the wood.

Will slid open the shed door and you stepped inside. You went to the table and placed the glasses down on the old chipped surface. You stood and looked around. Your father filled each with the clear shine from a large jar.

“Isn’t he a bit young?” You said as Will sat back down.

“Not your business, woman,” your daddy spat, “Go back in the house. To your business.”

“Yes, daddy.” You sniffed and looked at Will. He gave an apologetic smile but none of your brothers ever stood up against your daddy.

“Lady not joining us?” Bodecker asked.

“Ha, that girl gets a whiff of this stuff and she’d be on her back. This ain’t no drink for ladies,” your daddy chortled. “About time you tried it. What you been doin’ will all that swill I give ya.”

“Boys at the station like it. I think they’re some of your best customers, ain’t they?” Bodecker countered. “Besides, I been tryna stay clear of the drink.”

“One night won’t hurt,” your daddy coaxed.

You went back to the door and slid it shut behind you as the men continued to chatter. Well, they would at least drink themselves too senseless to bother you much.

🚔

You cleared the table of the empty plates and scraps left by the drunken men. They had been loud and raucous, so much so you’d eaten your dinner at the counter to avoid them. When they finished, they left in a stumble, though the sheriff seemed as steady as ever as he trailed behind. He stopped at the door as he held it and peered back from the mud room at you.

You washed the dishes and put them away. You wiped down the table and fixed the chairs around it. The night was moonless and eerie. The wind wailed and shook each window and door in the house as it seemed to blow right through the walls.

The mud room door clattered again. It had been over an hour since the men returned to the shed. Their voices no longer carried in the air but the shed remained alight from within. You turned as Bodecker closed the door. He carried a tall glass of swill as he stopped in the door frame.

“Lightweights,” he said, “All your men passed out. Think one of ‘em pissed in their pants.”

“You’re drunk,” you said as you kept behind the table.

“Not really. I couldn’t finish mine,” he crossed to the other side of the table and set down the glass, “Why don’t you finish it for me?”

“I don’t drink that stuff,” you said, “Dump it out on the grass.”

“You work so hard. You should have a little fun,” he rounded the table and slid the glass across it as he neared, “Come on. Have a drink.”

“I don’t--” He grabbed you suddenly, wrestled you down into a chair and held you there by your shoulders.

He lifted one hand and felt around his belt. He flicked his holster open and rubbed the pistol with his thumb. 

“Drink it.” You watched his hand on his gun. He slid it out just a little. “Ugly things men do when they drinking. “Playing with guns… sometimes don’t always end up so fun. Don’t think the young one would make it in the hold.”

“No, you--”

“Drink,” he sneered. “It’ll loosen you up.”

You reached for the glass and he nodded. He snapped his holster closed and pulled a chair over to sit in front of you. You put your lips to the edge of the glass and the alcohol stung your nostrils. You tipped it, slowly, and tasted it with a gag. It was vile, stringent, and fiery. He pushed it up with two fingers until you were choking on it. He didn’t let up until the glass was empty and the shine dripped down your chin.

You slammed the glass down and coughed. You touched your throat as your head spun and a warmth nestled in your cheeks. You tried to shake away the haze that washed over you.

“That’s it, girl,” he purred as he leaned forward, “You feel better, don’t you?”

“N-no,” you stammered as you gripped the chair.

“’Daddy’,” he said, “Girl, you had me hard in there… you too old to be callin’ that man, daddy.” He stood and shrugged off his leather jacket, “But you be right to call me daddy.”

“I don’t feel…” Your stomach burned and you tried to stand. You stumbled and he caught you.

“Don’t you get all jumpy on me, girl,” he sat you back down. “You gonna hurt yourself.”

You slumped in the chair and braced your head. You felt terribly dizzy and your inside were alight. You heard a jingle and looked up as Bodecker unzipped his pants. You recalled the day in the car and filled with panic. You stood again and this time staggered, falling onto your knees with a cry.

“Mmm, it’s okay, girl, you can stay down there,” You looked up as he pulled his cock out through the vee of his pants, “Come here.” He grabbed your chin and yanked you forward, “Open up.”

You snapped your mouth shut and tried to wriggle free of his grasp. His other hand came up behind your head and he pulled you close. His fingers spread across your head and he used his other hand to poke his cock against your lips.

“I’ll break that pretty little jaw of yours and tell your pa he did it,” he growled, “Now come on.” You shook your head and he slapped you, hard. He seized you again. “Open!”

Your mouth fell open and your vision blurred as he shoved his cock inside. He forced himself down your throat and you kicked your feet as you grabbed at the front of his pants. He groaned and held his cock at its limit.

“And I thought you were good with your hands,” he pulled back and thrust back in. Your eyes rolled back as they teared up and you choked. “Mmm, much better.”

He started slow at first, though each tilt of his hips was relentless, deep and painful. You struggled to breathe around him and it only seemed to feed his lust. He gripped your head between his hand as he fucked your mouth, the sloppy sounds made your head swim as the slobber leaked down your chin and his shaft.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he pulled out of you suddenly and shoved you away. You fell back onto your ass and wiped your mouth. “You tryna end this night early or something.”

He let out a breath and watched his cock bob before him as he grunted.

“Get up and get your drawers off.” He ordered, “Then I want you like you was in the woods, huh? Skirt up.”

You wavered as you tried to climb to your feet. He caught your errant arm and pulled you up. He spun you and you swayed. He bent and his hands crawled up your skirt as he felt around. He ripped your underwear down and let them rest at your ankles. He turned you to the chair and pushed you forward. You fell and caught yourself against the seat. He threw your skirt up and bared your ass.

Your legs quaked as he pressed his hand between your legs and felt around. He rubbed your cunt as you squeezed him with your thighs. He pinched you and drew away.

“You don’t wanna make this harder than it needs to be girl,” he sneered, “You’re in no state for that.”

He stepped closer and bent over you. His arm wrapped around your middle as he felt around below you with his other hand. He caught the tip of his cock and guided it to your cunt. He pushed it along your folds, sliding it up and down until he found your entrance. You whimpered and pushed back against him, too weak to break free.

“You fight and it’ll hurt more,” he grunted as he pushed his tip into you and you yelped. “Fuck, you’re tight.” Another inch and he stopped as he took a breath, “Holy hell, girl, you really weren’t lying. You ain’t been touched.” 

He growled and inhaled the scent of your hair as his hand gripped the chair next to yours. He thrust into you in a single tilt and you exclaimed as he stretched your walls. You reached to the back of the chair and latched onto the crossbar as you tried not to sob.

He stood, slowly and pushed deeper into you as he grabbed your hip. His other hand kneaded your ass as he began to rock. His groans were as steady as his motion as he dipped in and out of you. He curled his fingers and dug his nails into your flesh as he panted, his stomach bouncing against your ass.

“Be as loud as you want, girl,” he barked, “No one gonna hear you.”

He rutted into as the chair shifted below you. He kept a hand on your hip as his other trailed up to your shoulder and he arched your back. His zipper bit into your flesh as he sped up, slapping against you harder and harder as you whined louder and louder. It hurt terribly and your entire being thrummed with an unknown sensation. 

You closed your eyes as your vision swirled and your arms shook. He pulled you back so you stood against him, your back curved as he hammered into you. You were on tiptoes as he didn’t let up and turned you against the table. Your fingertips brushed the top as you reached out blindly and his hand stretched across your neck as he forced your head back against his shoulder.

“I’m gonna cum, girl,” he hissed, “You fucking whore. You’re going to make me cu--”

He grunted and his hips spasmed as a warmth seeped into you. He gave several, final snaps of his hip and slowed. He fell forward with you bent beneath him against the table. Your legs were limp as he crushed you with his weight. His heart pounded through his chest and he gasped for breath. 

You sniffed and pushed back against him. You were suffocating. You needed him off of you. You needed him out of you. 

“We ain’t done yet,” he hooked his arm around you and pulled you back to sit on his lap as he fell into the chair. “You got two minutes to get me hard again or you can clean me up with your mouth.”

[meow-sic]

hi elliot! can you do a drabble or hcs of how kuroo, the miya twins, oikawa, and bokuto would propose to their s/o? if that's a lot of characters, then pls just take your pick but pls include kuroo! thank u so much!! btw i really like your "they accidentally hurt you" post. it provides realism and a middle ground to the usual extremes we see in reader-insert content - idyllic/saccharine vs dark content (•ˇ‿ˇ•)

how they propose to you 𓍢 ᭡

includes : oikawa , kuroo , bokuto !

warnings : some misunderstandings in oikawa’s from a prank lolol , some cursing !

a/n : hi anon! ur my first anon message and you warmed my heart<333 also i lowk got inspiration from bokutos from a spanish music video i watched in spanish class today, sue me lololol

oikawa tooru

he’s just dumb

he thought it would be funny to try to prank you

dumbass

butttttt knowing his luck, it didn’t go as planned—

okay, well, it started off innocent— he planned to try to casually slide it in, maybe catch you off gaurd, then get down on his knee and ask you to marry him!

but, when you were on top of him tickling him, he wanted to get back at you.

and like tooru oikawa, he didn’t fully think it through.

“mei! stop!” he laughed, as a joke. it was supposed to be a joke.

you stopped your fingers that were wiggling by his sides. you slumped on his lap. “what?”

he peeked at you and smiled. “what do you mean what?”

“who’s mei?”

“i didn’t say mei,” he replied, your eyes watered and you got off of his lap. he sat up and stared at you. “y/n? are you okay?”

he got up but you already were in your room, slapping the door shut.

“stupid tooru! you made ‘em upset,” he scolded himself quietly.

when he walked up to your shared room, he heard the sniffles and sobs that came from the other side that broke his heart. he knocked on the door three times before entering.

“honey,” he walked over to you and hugged you. you sobbed into his chest.

“how long has it been going on tooru?” you asked through your sobs.

he pet your hair, “what do you mean baby?”

“don’t act dumb! it’s like—“ you paused. “it’s like you’re trying to ignore the fact you’ve been cheating!”

he thought you knew he was joking. “y/n—“

“if you’re not going to tell me then i’m leaving,” you turned around to start packing your bags.

his eyes widened in panic. “nonono! no, shit—“ he was embarrassed. “i didn’t mean it! it didn’t happen! mei isn’t real!”

you stopped packing, “what?”

“she—it was supposed to be a joke. a joke to make you stop tickling me. it’s dumb because i don’t think things through. but that’s why i need you— i need you to be there so you can stop me from doing the stupid shit that i do,” he looked at you to see if you were looking at him.

and you were, you looked pissed. he sighed and bent down on his knee, pulling out the ring he had gotten weeks ago.

“y/n, i know i’m dumb. but please, forgive me for this stupid prank, and please stay with me forever. don’t leave, please.”

“stand up.”

he did so, and he wasn’t sure what to expect, but a slap across the face wasn’t it.

“you’re a fucking idiot, tooru oikawa,” you laughed, kissing him. “but— i suppose that’s why i’m here. and i’m not leaving.”

he beamed at those words, he wasn’t sure if he smiled wider in his entire life. he kissed your cheek repeatedly, “i love you so much

kuroo tetsuro

PLEASE- he would set you upppppp

giving you hints, to where he is

but not random hints, it would be like a mini time line of your relationship

he would through a lil chemistry is there to mess with you

lovingly, though<3

you woke up alone in bed, a little confused since your boyfriend would always be there— to kiss you good morning.

you rolled over to grab your phone from its charger, looking at the text message from kuroo.

boyfrie tetsu<3

good morning baby<3 sorry i’m not there this morning, let’s play a little— hide and seek game, the prize is a big one!

the first hint: we didn’t quite meet there, but it was where i became your “boyfriend” for the first time

good luck baby!<3

you were confused by his text, and honestly, you almost wanted to ignore it. it’s too damn early for this.

but, you can’t. you knew he was going to be waiting for you, and you can’t leave him all alone.

your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you groaned and started your day. you still got dressed none the less, and went to a café you always go to.

as the barista handed you your drink, you saw a note on it.

dear y/n,

you’re probably here for your morning coffee, but, none the less, this is where we first started to ‘date’! that one guy who wouldn’t stop hitting on you, and your prince charming (aka me aka the most handsome man ever) came to your rescue;)

where we promised each other is your new hint, good luck!<3

you knew where it was once you read the bolder letters. you thanked, and tipped the barista. you were more than happy to remember the memory.

“tetsu, it’s so late out, what if we get kidnapped!” you ranted your anxieties to him.

“kidnapped? you think anyone would dare to fight your prince charming?” he kissed your head as you two walked. “we’re almost there.”

he led you to the bridge that curved over the water like a C shape. you both leaned forward on the cement railing and looked at the moon.

“i’m so in love with you, y/n.” he admitted out of the blue, you looked at him.

“i’m in love with you too, tetsu.” you leaned your head on him, he wrapped an arm around you.

“i know we’re only in highschool. but i promise, i’ll marry you.”

“i’ll be waiting for that day, tetsu. even if it’s till we’re sixty, or if we’re only in our young twenties and being stupid. i’ll be waiting for you.”

you both melted at each other’s words, you shared a passionate kiss.

you ran up to where the bridge was. your pace slowed as your boyfriend came into view. he was holding flowers, and a lock.

you panted, “i hate running tetsu.” you breathed out, he laughed at you. “i know, sorry.”

you stood straight, looking at what he was wearing. it looked fancier than usual. “what’s the lock for?” you asked.

he looked at it and smiled, “i remember, it was our second year of college. you were so mad that they changed the bridge. that they changed the fencing, and couples started to put locks on it.”

“..and?”

“and i was thinking we could do one too?” he questioned. you smiled and grabbed the lock. you bent down and locked it, he wrote both of your initials on it.

you stood up, but your boyfriend stayed on his knee.

“tetsu what are you doing?”

he pulled a little box from his back pocket, a few pedestrians stopped and watched what was happening.

“when we were sixteen, we made a stupid promise to each other at midnight on this bridge. and i promised i would marry you. y/n, i told you ten years ago, when we were sixteen, that i love you.” he paused for a second to look up at your face, which was in shock. “and i still do, so please, keep the promise and marry me.”

“oh my god, oh my god! yes yes!” you got on your knees with him. he laughed at you for getting on your knees with him instead of waiting for him to stand up.

you tackled him in a hug while other people clapped for you two.

bokuto kotarou

tbh this stressed him out

he wasn’t sure when, how, or what to say

you two had talked about marriage and how you two would gladly marry each other

but he wasn’t sure when!!!

he kept the ring on him at all times just incase:)

you and bokuto were just returning from a walk. the snow was heavier than expected by you two, so when you got home to a pile of snow, you were thrilled.

“kou let’s make a snowman! like we did with your old team, c’mon!” you dragged him by the hand to your front yard.

you and bokuto were always childlike in your relationship, you two getting excited at the tiniest things that makes you two act like children. so when you saw the snow, you felt more than joy.

you began by making a small snowball in your hand, and rolling it as you walked around your yard, to form a big snowball for the base. by the time you were done with the biggest snowball, bokuto was done with the medium sized one.

“okay, if we pick it up at the same time, it shouldn’t break,” you lifed the medium sized snowball with him. you set it on top of the biggest one.

“hey hey hey! y/n! let me make the tinniest one while you get the scarf, carrot, and eyes and smile,” he suggested. you nodded and kissed his cold cheek before heading inside to quickly grab the items.

you grabbed a pink scarf, a white hat that kou got you one year, and a carrot and some coal for the eyes and smile.

when you headed outside, you saw the snowman was all made. your insides felt bubbly as your childlike happiness was showing.

you ran out to him. “i got everything kou!”

“okay! you decorate, and don’t turn around until i say so. i have a surprise for you,” he replied. you were confused at what the surprise could be, but you agreed none the less.

you put the carrot in the middle of the snowman’s face. you then placed the eyes, and tried your best to make the smile symmetrical.

you wrapped the scarf around it’s neck, and put the hat on top. “okay kou, i’m done! can i turn around?”

there was a short pause, “okay now you can.”

you turned around to him on his knee, holding out a ring. your mouth dropped open to see writing in the snow.

will you marry me? ♥︎

“yes! yes yes!” you basically screamed, tackling him and kissing him repeatedly.

“the ring! wheres the ring?” he questioned. you both started to dig it up in the snow, laughing at how stupid you two were.

you found it, and slid it on your finger. “i cant wait to marry you, baby.” your hands slid up and down his chest before you kissed him.

[remingtonisleithal]

Feel better

Remington leith x female!reader

Warnings: does swearing and possibly bad writing count?

Summary: reader was feeling down, and Remington takes her on an adventure to feel better, attempted fluff

@smiling-girl thank you again for the request :) hope this works!

It had been a few days since you answered your phone, too upset to respond to the calls of humanity. You'd been falling deeper down lately, struggling to be happy as things fell apart around you. Luckily for you there was a knight in shining armour; or more accurately, eyeliner and a hoodie. Remington missed your texts and calls, he knew how bad you were feeling, and he would not let the girl of his dreams suffer any longer. He arrived in full force, charging at the door to your apartment (thanking God it was unlocked) and yelling your name until he found you on the floor of the kitchen, crying.

"Oh baby," was all he said before rushing over to join you. He put an arm around you and held you tight to him, hoping that if he pulled you closer his love for you would chase your dark clouds away.

"Talk to me, what's wrong?"

"I... i don't wanna get into it. It's all just been to much lately and-" you took a deep breath and let out a sigh. He looked at you with a sad smile.

He lent forward and pressed a soft kiss to your lips before pulling his sleeves over his hands a wiping away your tears.

"It'll be OK." a pause "How about we forget about our problems for the night, hm? I say we go for an adventure." He stood up and held out his hand

You giggled. "Yeah, sure, I'll just leave the house like this, tear stained pants and a smelly hoodie. It'll be fine."

"OK then, how about you have a quick shower, then we can do anything you want."

He pulled you up from the floor and led you to the bathroom.

“Do I have to? It's safe here.” you complained.

“C'mon, it's just a little shower. You'll feel better afterwards baby.” his eyes and voice convinced you.

In record time of fifteen minutes, you had a shower, brushed your hair and got changed to go out. You took a deep breath and reminded yourself that things will be OK, even if it hurts. And you walked out the door hand in hand with your boyfriend.

***

“OK, OK, but what about this? I feel like I'd look really good in this” Remington said, holding up the ugliest skirt and jacket you had ever seen. The two of you had been trying on clothes (much to the dismay of the sales assistant) for at least an hour in the massive department store full of things you knew you couldn't afford. You tried on outfit after outfit, making sure to put things back where you found them so you didn't get kicked out of the shop, and you took a million photos.

“What about this?” He held up a red lingerie set. “Not for you, for me. I would look fucking hot in this.”

“Ah yes, but that's not your size.”

“True, true. Shall we ask if they have any in the back?” you erupted into a fit of giggles, making Remington loose it too, until you were on the floor in a pile laughing so hard you were crying, ignoring the face of a lady who passed you.

“OH!” you yelled, and he turned to look at you so fast he got dizzy. “THIS! Look at how beautiful this dress is!” you were in awe at this amazing dress, and instantly ran to try it and the other clothes in your arms on.

You loved the dress... until you saw the price tag.

“Yeesh,” you mumbled “maybe we should go to a different store?” you called to Remington over the change room stall.

“Good plan.”

You opened the door and you cracked up laughing. Your boyfriend was wearing the most ridiculous straw hat on, a yellow flannel and a green scarf. A horrendous combination made even better by the multiple pairs of glasses on his face. You had to lean on the door to stop yourself from falling, knees weak from laughter.

Remington on the other hand just watched you in adoration. The way the black dress clung to your hips, the way your eyes scrunched shut in joy, the sound of your laughter. Every inch of you was perfect.

The moment passed and you left the store with a new necklace he saw you watching wistfully and a smile you had forgotten about.

“That was so fun. Thanks, Remi.” You told him.

“Was? Oh, no no no, it's not over yet sweetheart.” He said with a smirk that made butterflies flutter in your stomach.

With that he grabbed your hand and started to run, and you laughed out of a mix of joy and fear of tripping over. Winding down cement paths and through a few alleys for speed, you arrived at the train station within minutes, puffing, out of breath, and collapsing to the ground for all of a moment before a train arrived, Remington pulling you onto it.

“Where are we going?” you asked him, once you caught your breath.

“Surprise.” he said with a shrug.

***

You stood outside a hot chip shop, waiting for the man to yell your order number so you could try 'world's best burger and fries', as Remington told you. The two of you wandered aimlessly away from and into each other, tracing the lines of the cement blocks on the street. The sun was almost gone, leaving a dark yet vibrant blue across the sky, orange-tinged streetlamps lighting the scene, and a cool breeze drifting the scent of hot chips out across the empty street.

Remington held both your hands, tugging this way and that, tracing the your hands with his thumbs. He looked at you, and a smile fell onto his lips.

“You really are beautiful, you know that?” he asked you, making you blush and turn away. “Really, you're perfect. I-” he was interrupted by the man yelling for you both to collect your order. You looked back at Remington, waiting for your boyfriend to say 'I love you' for the first time, but he just smiled and pulled you closer for a quick kiss before walking over to take the bag of food, hand never leaving yours.

“Just one more destination.” he told you.

***

The park was small, with a few tall trees, a set of swings and a small structure the two of you got stuck in and had to pull each other out, laughing like you were five years old again. You sat on the cold grass and ate chips and burgers, and were in heaven. The burgers really were as good as promised, and the man beside you made everything infinitely better.

“You know, I feel like we're ignoring the swings too much.” You said, jumping up and pulling Remington over to them.

He stopped and look at them, eye brows furrowed, nodding to himself.

“Rem? Remi? Whatcha thinking?” You asked, concerned, knowing where this was going.

“I think I can climb this.”

“No.”

“Really, if I just-”

“No.”

Silence.

“Stop me.” He cried, up on the structure in record time, and hanging upside.

“HAHA I KNEW IT!” He yelled, struggling to laugh. You just sighed and shook your head, trying to hide your smile.

“Aw, come on. You had to know I was gonna do that.”

“OK, OK fine. But maybe I wanted you to do that.” You countered.

“Oh really? What for.?” You could hear the smirk in his voice.

“To spiderman kiss maybe?” You walked up to him, to give him a soft kiss, but laughed as the heights were all wrong and he was at a weird angle.

Jumping down he walked up to you without slowing down, and mumbled “Is this better?” before kissing you with passion. Time stopped once again as you created a world of your own. Moments, minutes or life times later, you pulled away to catch your breath.

“Race you to the tree.”

“What?”

“Race you to the tree!” Remington yelled again, and you bolted after him.

Climbing a tree at night in a park you'd never been to was not your brightest idea, but hell was it a fun one. You climbed at high as you could, making sure the branch was thick enough for both you and your boyfriend. Once you got settled, you next to the tree trunk, Remington on your left, you shivered a little at the cold night air.

“Here, lemme help.” he said, taking off his leather jacket and placing it around you. It was warm and smelt like him, and you held it tight against you.

“Thank you.” you smiled at him.

“You know I love you, right Y/N?” he asked, vulnerability visible in his voice. You breath hitched as you looked the love of your life in the eyes.

“I love you, too.” You whispered, leaning in for another kiss.

What felt like hours past, and eventually you climbed down, Remington going first, so when you jumped down he caught your waist to lower you. You grabbed your bag and he put the rubbish in the bin. Smiling, you walked back to the station.

***

At the door to your apartment, Remington kiss you once more. He left his forehead against your, looking you in the eyes to ask you, “do you feel better now, my love?” and all you could do was smile, nod and hold him against you.

*lemme know if anyone wants a part 2 (with a lil' smut)* :D

[keewriting]

Cove x MC - One Shot #3 (request)

[Read on google docs to insert your MC's name]

SPOILER WARNING: Don't read if you haven't finished Step 3!

Your insides bubbled with excitement as the car neared the cabin nestled deeply in the forest. The fresh blanket of snow was nearly blinding in the bright morning sun. You looked over to your driver, Cove, who wore a focused scowl.

Cove: We made it. I can’t believe we made it.

Y/N: Isn’t it gorgeous? There is so much SNOW.

Cove smiled at you with apprehension. This trip was a special one for many reasons. You were both freshly 19, so it was your first holiday together as independent adults. On that note, it was also your first holiday away from your families. You felt more down about that than Cove did. His main gripe was the snow, and it was unmistakable in his expression. Cove parked the car in the designated snowless space. You both stepped out, Cove with a little less enthusiasm than you did.

Cove: Snow, snow, and more snow.

The cabin was glowing and decked out in beautiful Christmas decorations. An intermingling of garland and lights hung across the roof. More garland and Christmas baubles framed the frosted windows. Oversized candy canes lined the pathway up to the porch. The wreath on the front door was massive. It hung proudly with a cute snowman proclaiming “Let it Snow!”

Cove: The owners didn’t hold back out here. It’s impressive.

Mesmerized, you could only nod. The online advertisement described the cabin as a pre-decorated Christmas escape. The images you showed Cove online were spectacular, but they did not do justice to the real thing.

Not wanting to stand outside any longer, Cove moved to the trunk and began unloading the luggage. Cove first extracted a suitcase that he claimed was not filled entirely with gifts for you. Your gift for Cove lived safely in your own suitcase, already wrapped and ready to go. He then removed both of your clothing-packed suitcases. You were proud of your ability to convince Cove to bring winter-appropriate clothing to this trip.

You helped Cove drag the luggage to the front door. The host messaged you the entrance code before your arrival. You punched it into the keypad which stood in place of a normal keyhole. 1-2-2-5. Clever.

You paused for dramatic effect, then slowly opened the door to reveal the inside. It looked like a Christmas bomb went off, in the best way possible. You squealed and bounded inside first, leaving Cove to the luggage.

The cabin was small and cozy. The kitchen and living area were open to each other. There was no bedroom, only a pull-out couch that sat comfortably in front of a fireplace. The only other doors in the cabin were for the bathroom and a storage closet.

The Christmas tree drew in your eyes first. You stepped closer to inspect it and inhale the sweet evergreen scent. The tree skirt was wide and inviting to colorful wrapped boxes. Cranberry and popcorn strands wrapped the tree from bottom to top. An assortment of ornaments littered the branches. You peered into one of the big red baubles and smiled at your distorted reflection. Finally, you tilted your head upwards to take in the tree topper— a stunning golden star.

You spun around excitedly to appreciate the rest of the decorations. There wasn’t a corner or window without winter greenery. Festive cushions sat on either side of the couch. Stockings hung by the chimney with care. A miniature village of joyful folk lived on a console table by the entrance. You turned to face Cove, who had just finished lugging everything inside by himself. He shut the door and smiled at you, happy that you were already having a magical time.

Y/N: I’m sorry, Cove. I got a little carried away with—

You halted your own sentence. Your gaze drew upward to the ceiling above Cove. A mistletoe hung delicately in the doorway. Cove followed your sight, twisting his head for a better view. You strode towards him before he could speak. You stared at him intently and wiggled one of your eyebrows. He met your gaze again, already blushing intensely.

Cove: It’s one of those...

His sentence trailed off as you stepped even closer and hushed him.

Y/N: Just kiss me, you big, beautiful dumbass.

Cove gulped hard. He gently took your face in his cold hands. You hoped the heat from your blushing face would warm them. He bent towards you as you stood on your toes to meet the kiss. Your lips danced together sweetly. You parted after a moment and stared into each other's eyes. Cove’s ocean blue eyes glistened and crinkled with the wide smile that spread across his face. You dove into a hug, wrapping your arms around his tall frame. He returned the hug enthusiastically.

Cove: Let’s get everything unpacked and unwind. I need to get that fireplace lit as soon as possible.

You agreed and helped Cove locate a suitable location for the luggage. He paused with his gift-laden suitcase in hand. Face lost in thought, Cove's grip tightened on the suitcase.

Y/N: Everything okay, Cove?

Cove: Today is Christmas Eve.

Y/N: That it is.

Cove: Presents go under the tree on Christmas Eve.

You chuckled at his observations, but allowed him to continue speaking. He brushed it off casually.

Cove: I want this to be special, Y/N. If I put the gifts under the tree now you’ll see them and start wondering what’s inside.

The concern in his tone was apparent. It was just like Cove to worry so deeply about something most people wouldn’t think about. You pondered for a moment.

Y/N: Wait for me to fall asleep tonight, then sneak them under the tree like the real Santa Claus.

Cove laughed at the implication of a “real” Santa Claus. You were glad to see his mood lighten. He hesitated, then set the suitcase behind the others, careful to conceal it. Perhaps in an attempt to block you from using your x-ray vision to see through the luggage. You thought it was ridiculous, but in the sweetest way. Satisfied with the arrangement, Cove slapped his hands against his legs.

Cove: Well, now what? What Christmas activities does Y/N have planned today?

Y/N: Let me just pull out my Christmas to-do list.

You spoke sarcastically with a twinkle in your eyes. Cove rolled his eyes lightheartedly and wandered to the fireplace. While he fiddled with it you sank heavily into the couch. With an enthused “Aha!” from Cove, the fireplace roared to life. It crackled pleasantly.

Cove turned around to smile at you sweetly. He patted the ground next to him. You got up and settled in next to Cove. He wrapped his arm around you and drew you in closer. You immediately appreciated the warmth from both Cove and the fireplace. You leaned on his shoulder.

You spent the rest of the morning watching Christmas movies and munching on candy canes. For lunch, you and Cove made macaroni and cheese. You both welcomed the gooey warmth of the meal.

Imbued with energy from lunch, you leapt from your seat and proclaimed.

Y/N: We have to go outside and enjoy the snow before the sun goes down.

Cove made a sour face and spoke quietly without looking up from his now empty bowl.

Cove: Enjoy, yeah…

You sighed and clenched your jaw, restraining yourself. You knew Cove would be difficult regarding the snow, but hoped the special occasion would nudge him along.

Y/N: Fine. I’ll go outside myself.

Cove’s head immediately snapped up and he stared at you with wide, pleading eyes. He didn’t expect you to so easily give up on convincing him. You maintained an unimpressed expression while he spoke.

Cove: No, Y/N. I’ll come with you. You know I love spending time with you no matter what.

Your expression cracked with a hint of a smile, but you regained control.

Y/N: You’re going to hate it. Don’t bother.

You weren’t sure why you were being so stubborn with this. Cove was willing to compromise, but you still felt annoyed that his initial reaction put a damper on your mood. You shut your eyes tightly, now irritated by your own childishness.

Cove stood up and firmly gripped your shoulders. He waited for you to look at him. You met his gaze and stuck out your bottom lip in a small pout.

Cove: Let’s go build a snowman. It’ll be like building a sandcastle.

You sighed, but couldn’t resist his comforting voice and adoring eyes.

Y/N: I’m going to have to bundle you in layers. Gloves, a hat, maybe even a scarf.

Cove cringed at each word that escaped your lips. He nodded anyway. You both put on more winter gear in preparation for the snow activities. You held open the door for Cove, who hesitantly stepped outside.

Cove: This is way worse than the ice skating rink.

Y/N: You don’t say?

You loved teasing Cove for his blunt and often obvious statements, but he knew you adored him for it. He scoffed and stuck his tongue out at you.

Y/N: Careful with that, might get stuck on a pole.

Cove retreated his tongue and blushed lightly. You gently poked his tummy then grabbed his hand to lead him into the snow. You chose a wide open space away from the cabin for your snowman’s home. You started shoveling snow into a pile. Cove stood reluctantly nearby. You didn’t want to push him, but hoped he would join in the building.

To your surprise, it was only a moment before Cove dug his gloved hands into the snow. He smiled at you shakily while adding to your growing pile of snow. You went back and forth between adding snow and rounding the pile into a snowman base. Cove’s big hands proved useful in this endeavor. With the base done, you moved onto the head.

Y/N: We have to make the head smaller than the body.

Cove: How small? Do you want to give him a shrunken head?

You cackled at the thought, but shook your head.

Y/N: I think he deserves a normal sized head.

Between the two of you, the snowman’s head slowly grew. You stepped back to assess the size.

Y/N: I think that’s perfect. What do you think, Cove?

Cove stepped back as well and tilted his head. He spoke matter-of-factly.

Cove: Looks like a snowman.

Y/N: Not yet, he needs a face and arms.

You scoured the ground around you for twigs, leaves, and rocks. Cove did the same.

Cove: If only we had seashells. That would bring it all together.

With your findings combined, you got to work on designing the snowman. His face came together in a wide smile made of various pebbles. Leaves stuck to the top of his head represented the hair. Two sticks on either side of his body became the arms. Cove found several small pinecones to pin on his front like an array of buttons. Finally, the nose. You didn’t have a carrot on hand, so you opted for another one of Cove’s pointier pinecones.

Once again, you stepped back with Cove to admire your work. You wrapped your arm around him in a side hug, he returned the gesture with an arm around your shoulder.

Y/N: He’s beautiful.

You pretended to dramatically wipe a tear from your eye.

Cove: We should name him.

You agreed, and began to ponder names that would fit the snowman. After much deliberation, you settled on Sandy, as a memento of the inspiration for his existence.

Y/N: Sandy the Snowman, it really is perfect.

Cove: Next time we’re at the beach we should build a sandman and name him Snowy.

Cove waggled his eyebrows at you, hoping for a reaction to his hilarious joke. You couldn’t contain the grin that emerged from within. You were suddenly overcome by a wave of affection for Cove. His dorky jokes, the way he looked at you, his willingness to put his own comfort aside for your sake. You wanted nothing more than to push him down into the snow and ravage him. Knowing better, you instead decided to grab his hand again and lead him back indoors.

Cove followed with a small gasp at your sudden insistence. Once inside, you leaned Cove against the door and pressed your lips into his. You were desperate for his warmth. He returned the kiss passionately, running his fingers through your hair. You broke away from Cove, satisfied with your second mistle-toe kiss. Cove stood bewildered, disappointed by losing the warmth of your lips. You winked at him, never tiring of teasing your flustered fiancé.

You spent the rest of the afternoon enjoying each other’s company. You played board games, sang Christmas songs, and drank hot chocolate. As the evening emerged, a light snowfall began outside. You gazed out the window, hypnotized by the dancing snowflakes. Your eyes began to droop, and you felt the weight of the day pulling you down. You yawned and turned to Cove, who was already turning the couch into a bed. He must have sensed your weariness.

Cove threw some blankets and pillows into the bed and you dove right into the inviting warmth. He joined you and extended his arm to make his chest available to your sleepy head. You nuzzled in and closed your eyes, ready to drift away…

You stirred awake at the feeling of the mattress shifting. Your eyes fluttered open and tried to adjust to the darkness. Cove was climbing back into bed. It was completely dark outside, you judged it must have been a few hours after you fell asleep. Still half asleep, you muttered quietly to Cove.

Y/N: Santa, baby…

You couldn’t see his expression through the darkness, instead you heard a small chuckle. You held your arms out limply, hoping for a Cove cuddle. He took you in his arms and kissed the top of your head. You continued feebly, in a sleepy sing-song voice.

Y/N: So hurry down the chimney tonight…

Cove chuckled again and stroked your cheek gently.

Cove: I love you so much.

That was the last thing you heard before falling back into a deep slumber. Several hours later, the morning sun woke you. Cove was sleeping peacefully next to you, likely exhausted from playing Santa Claus last night. You turned over and rested your body on his chest. You peppered his face in tiny kisses until he awoke. His eyes eased open, a smile already growing across his face.

Y/N: Merry Christmas, Cove.

Cove: Merry Christmas, Y/N.

Unable to contain your excitement, you leapt out of bed, leaving Cove to fully wake himself up. You ran to your suitcase and recovered the small wrapped gift you got for Cove. You decided to place it beneath the already populated tree. Your jaw dropped seeing how many gifts Cove got you. You placed the gift down carefully and went to check on Cove.

Y/N: Please tell me you’re ready to open gifts.

Cove: I’m ready, but you have to open yours first.

You didn’t argue, you wanted to save your gift to Cove for last anyway. He joined you by the tree and sat cross-legged across from you.

Y/N: Where should I start? Is there any order to this madness?

Cove thought for a moment, then pulled out one of the presents. Shiny reindeer-imprinted paper covered the box. He held it out to you.

Cove: Definitely start with this one.

Impressed that he seemed to remember what was in each box, you took the gift with a smile. You tore open the paper and uncovered the joy within: an adorable stuffed dolphin. Your eyes lit up as you hugged the little guy. You thanked Cove, who immediately bestowed you with another carefully selected box. You giggled and repeated the process. The rest of the boxes contained: a book from your favorite series, tickets to an upcoming play, rare foreign candy, colorful seashells, and a beautiful ocean-themed puzzle.

You felt overwhelmed by the thought that Cove put into each gift. You struggled to find words besides “thank you.” However, Cove wasn’t done. He handed you a final box.

Cove: One more.

You unwrapped this one carefully, a mix of anticipation and nerves stirring within. Inside was a small album titled “Our Life.” You carefully lifted it out of the box and flipped through the pages. Each page was designed to represent a point in your lives together, from childhood all the way to this past summer. There were pictures, funny quotes, tickets from various events, and doodles. Cove even included the piece of paper from your infamous hang-man game.

You were already tearing up before you noticed a smaller box within the original box. With shaking hands and a pounding heart, you opened it.

Inside the box was a simple ring with an engraved wave design. You couldn’t stop the waterfall of tears that erupted from your eyes. Your emotions surged and your mind was spinning. Without speaking, you grabbed the present you put under the tree and offered it to Cove. He was visibly confused, even a bit concerned.

Cove: Y/N, is everything okay?

You spoke through tears.

Y/N: Just open it.

Cove silently complied. His fingers carefully removed the red and white pinstriped paper. He looked at you nervously before looking into the box. His eyes widened and glistened.

Cove: A ring…

You laughed shakily and scooted closer to Cove, still holding your own small box. He looked up at you, tears streaming down his red cheeks.

Y/N: We’re already engaged, but still got rings for each other. And look at how emotional we are about it!

Cove: I thought it would be nice to make it official with a real engagement ring.

You nodded in agreement, pleased that you were both on the same page.

Y/N: Let’s put them on each other.

You exchanged rings with Cove. He held your still shaking hand and carefully slipped the ring onto your finger. You did the same, relieved that the ring was a perfect fit on his finger.

You let out a massive sigh, it felt as if you had been holding your breath for ages. Cove was admiring the ring on his finger, his ocean eyes still glimmering with tears.

Cove: It feels as magical as it did the first time on the poppy hill.

You looked at him adoringly, unable to contain the crashing ocean of love you felt inside.

Y/N: Thank you, Cove. For putting in so much effort for me. All the time. But especially this Christmas. I know holidays aren’t your thing, especially not winter ones…

Rambling nervously, you felt like Cove in that moment. He invited you to sit on his lap with a simple pat. You settled in and waited. He cradled you close and spoke quietly but confidently.

Cove: You are my thing. You’re the best gift I could ask for. You make braving holidays and snow worth it. I can’t imagine how this day could get any better.

Cove was right. The morning was still fresh, and you were already swimming in bliss. You sniffled, feeling lucky to have him and looking forward to living your life with the man you love. Christmas Day would hold a special place in your hearts for the rest of your lives.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

An imagine for adeuce please! They hang out someplace in their hometown during vacation but awkwardly run into crewel. I think treys family bakery would be a nice location but the setting is your choice in case you want to limit the dialogue and number of characters

Ps. I personally feel like the game needs more interactions between the students and teachers. Hopefully we can get more in the new event

Teacher-student interactions are so much fun! We definitely got more from Vargas Camp (which I’m really thankful for), and I hope we keep getting more!

So far, my favorite teacher-student dynamic has been Vargas and Azul. I’d feel bad for octoboi if I wasn’t laughing so hard at his flying fails--

I really liked this prompt, so I wrote more than my usual ~1000 word imagine; please enjoy!

***Mild spoilers for chapter 4!***

Imagine this...

The Rose Kingdom was aptly named for the flowers that bloomed in nearly every corner of its land. In the summer time, they blossomed magnificently, perfuming the warm air with their heady aroma—but in the winter, those delicate rosebuds were banished by a spell of frost. Without fail, a great cold would wash over the region every year, casting their famous red flowers in a thick layer of white.

It was a pattern that the kingdom’s residents had long since grown accustomed to. This was, after all, their beloved home—amid the roses, frozen as they were.

“Oi, Deuce! Hurry it up, will you?!” Ace called, tossing an annoyed glance over his shoulder.

His friend—wearing so many layers that he resembled a moving blueberry more than a human—lagged several paces behind.

Deuce attempted to return the sass, but his words caught in the scarf bound tightly around his mouth, coming out muffled instead. The puffball on his winter hat furiously bobbed up and down, as though communicating his frustration for him.

“If we don’t pick up the pace, they’re gonna sell out of hot chocolate and fresh pastries!” Ace rushed back, grabbed Deuce by the arm, and tugged. “C’mon!! I thought you were in Track and Field Club or something—so let’s get moving!”

Deuce loosened his scarf with his free hand and, glaring at Ace, declared, “No way am I running with the roads this icy. That’s a recipe for disaster.”

“Hah? You serious? I already got wasted enough time waiting for you to dress in your 101 layers of coats,” Ace grumped, gesturing to Deuce’s ridiculous outfit. “It can’t hurt to be a little quicker about it.”

“Mom wanted me to stay warm,” Deuce countered stiffly. “I’m gonna respect that, no matter what.”

Ace rolled his eyes and waves dismissively. “Yeah, yeah, whatever—enough talk, we really gotta get going...!! I’ll be damned if I freeze out here.”

“The Clover Bakery isn’t that far from here, so we don’t need to rush.” Deuce indicated a warm building at the end of the block, which gave off delicious fumes—spun sugar, baked bread, and spices. “Slow and steady wins the race.”

Ace groaned loudly. At this rate, it would take all day for them to waddle on over. He was about to bury his head in his hands when an idea dawned on him.

A mean, but clever, idea.

“Betcha I could make it there faster than you,” Ace chirped, his voice casual.

“It’s not a competition,” Deuce reminded him sternly.

“No one said it was, dummy! I’m just saying I could definitely beat you at your own game.”

“Tough words for someone shaking like a leaf in the cold.”

“Oh yeah?” Ace’s grin was wicked. “Prove me wrong, then.”

“I don’’t have to prove anything. It’d be dangerous to run in this weather, anyway.”

“I bet it’s way more snowy in Pyroxene—and Jack’s probably totally fine with running through it!”

“That’s Jack, and this is me. I said I wasn’t going to rush things, and I meant it.”

“Yeah? Too bad~” The redhead gave an exaggerated sigh and a shrug. “Backing out, huh...? Oh well. Guess if you snooze, you lose...!!”

“Hey, I never said...” Deuce’s voice trailed off, for Ace had shoved by him, darting off in the direction of the bakery. “H-Hey...!! Ace...!! ACE!! GET BACK HERE!!”

He tore after his friend, shouting at him all the while—and Ace, with his (cheating) head start, only laughed in return. Deuce soon caught up (no thanks to his club conditioning), and they were neck-and-neck for first place.

Windchill, knives upon their faces. The biting cold seeped into their lungs, making it hurt to breathe as they hurtled toward their destination. Yet they sailed on, determined to outdo the other.

Both boys launched themselves at the bakery entrance, grasping the handle at the same time.

“EXCUSE US!!” Ace and Deuce yelled in unison, yanking open the door (struggling to cram through the doorway at the same time) and stumbling in.

They were greeted by a blast of warmth and the smells of sweet cakes and toasted breads. The employee manning the counter glanced up, startled at the duo’s sudden appearance. When he saw who it was that had barged in, he sighed and calmly readjusted his glasses.

He looked a little different than usual, wearing a white shirt with green plaid that showed off his broad shoulders. The sleeves were rolled up to reveal thick forearms forged from years of lifting flour sacks and kneading dough. A brown apron was slung over his attire, four-leafed clovers sewn on the pockets.

“If it isn’t Ace and Deuce. How are the two troublemakers of Heartslabyul doing?” Trey asked, his smile lopsided as his underclassmen approached.

“A-Are we really troublemakers in your eyes, Clover-senpai?!”

“I’m just kidding,” he reassured Deuce. “Well, you are troublemakers, but more for Riddle than for me.”

���Geez... thanks for the vote of confidence...” Ace grumbled, casting the third year a cheeky look. “Some senpai you are, huh?”

“Now, now... I’m allowed to have some fun, aren’t I? We’re all ‘off-duty’, so to speak.” Trey said light heartedly. “Anyway, what brings you guys to the Clover Bakery? I’m assuming you’re not dropping by just to say hello.”

“Hehe. Obviously we’re hungry, so we came by for some grub!” Ace held up his index finger. “One large hot chocolate, and a plate of assorted butter cookies for me!”

“I’m okay with a small spiced apple cider,” Deuce chimed in, “please and thank you.”

“Gotcha. I’ll get you your drinks in a bit,” Trey nodded, “but as for the butter cookies, I’m afraid I won’t be able to sell those to you.”

“Huh?” Ace’s face collapsed. “Why not?”

“We’ve only got a few dozen left, and they’re reserved for a client that preordered them. Sorry.” Trey pointed to a neatly wrapped box already set upon the counter, done up in a bright green bow.

Through the plastic window in the box, Ace could see that the cookies had been converted into little sandwiches. Each pair housed a generous dollop of cream, caramelized raisins threaded throughout it.

“What? Who needs that many butter cookies? And why are there gross raisins in them--“

The door to the bakery flung open, summoning a gale of cold once more. A bell suspended above jingled, ringing in a new customer.

“Ah, speak of deville the devil,” Trey said—while his underclassmen balked in terror.

There, in the doorway, was a tall man in black faux leather gloves and a voluminous fur coat—striped, black and white. Beneath that, he boasted a crimson turtle neck and a blazer, half solid white, the other half a black , checkerboard pattern. This, paired with his slicked back hair, steely eyes, and regal face, made him appear as though he had just strutted off the runway, were it not for the leashes he gripped.

Two Dalmatians—one in a blue coat, the other in a red one—stood alert by his feet. They caught Ace and Deuce’s eyes and barked in greeting, but the two boys were far too fixated on the Dalmatians’ owner to gush over dogs.

“Crewel...”

“... Sensei?”

Ace and Deuce glanced to one another, then back at their Alchemy teacher.

“C-CREWEL-SENSEI?!”

“Wh-What’re you doing here?!” Ace demanded, pointing an accusatory finger. “School’s out for winter break...!! You... You didn’t hunt us down to make us do our homework, did you?!”

Crewel snorted. “Spare me your theatrics, Trappola. Your instructors are granted a vacation for the duration of winter break as well. Were you not aware?”

“I-I knew that! I just didn’t know you lived in the Rose Kingdom, too!”

“I thought teachers lived at school...”

“... Seriously, Deuce?!”

“The more you know.” Crewel narrowed his eyes at Ace. “But speaking of homework, I trust you pups are keeping on top of your assignments? Being on break is no excuse to slack on your studies.”

“D-Duh! Of course I haven’t been slacking!” A lie, Ace grimaced, thinking to the piles of homework he had abandoned in his bedroom in favor of hanging out with friends. Whatever, he could just pester his brother for help later. “Right, Deuce? Back me up here!”

“I’ve been diligently studying and working on my homework bit by bit every day, Crewel-sensei!”

“... But have you done it accurately?” Crewel asked, raising an eyebrow. “Simply writing down an answer does not guarantee full marks, Spade.”

“... Errrrrr, okay, maybe I need to work on it a little more.”

“You’ve got your notes and a reliable Science Club member to count on for assistance,” Crewel quipped, gesturing to Trey with a gloved hand. “There is no excuse for why you should not do well. That goes for you as well, Trappola.”

“Y-Yessir!”

“Crewel-sensei, I think that’s enough interrogation,” Trey called, waving for him to come to the counter. Outwardly, he wore a smile, but inwardly, he sighed. For the love of the Great Seven, don’t offer my help for me. “Here, I have your order prepared--oh, but be sure to keep your dogs at the doorway. No pets allowed beyond a certain threshold for health and safety reasons.”

“I am aware, yes.” Crewel’s eyes passed over to the two scared stiff underclassmen. “... Trappola, Spade--come here. Do your professor a favor and tend to my Dalmatians for me.”

“What? You want us to watch your dogs?”

“I’ll do my best, Sensei!!”

“Don’t just blindly agree to it, Deuce!”

“It will only be for a moment,” Crewel insisted, shoving his leashes into Ace and Deuce’s hands. The boys fumbled, but held firm--the Dalmatians eagerly staring up at them.

“... Oi, don’t give me those looks,” Ace grumbled. “You’re... You’re too cute looking and innocent to be Crewel-sensei’s pets.”

The dog in the red coat gave a happy bark, as if pleased with the compliment. Its partner, in the blue coat, panted with delight as Deuce gave it a firm head pat.

Crewel received the box of raisin butter cookies--but allowed his eyes to quickly a scan the glass display case as he strode up. “Do you have dog treats in stock as well?”

“We do.”

“Then add two to my total, please--peanut butter flavor.”

“Alright, you’ve got it.” Trey ducked, retrieved a pair of tongs, and fished out two bone-shaped biscuits. He dropped them into a paper bag and handed them over to his teacher. “That’ll be--”

He was cut off by several bills being fanned out on the counter.

“I’ve ordered enough from your bakery to know the general prices,” Crewel smirked, tucking his wallet away into his massive fur coat. “If there is a discrepancy, you may keep the change.”

“Ah, thanks for that. Hope you and the dogs enjoy--” Trey paused, cut off this time by the sound of several small footsteps from the back room of the bakery. He groaned, already knowing what was coming. “Oh no...”

“Trey-nii!!” A chorus of high-pitched voices piped up, startling Ace and Deuce. “We heard bark-barks!! Did Mr. Fluffy Coat bring back his doggies?”

Three heads of green hair poked above the counter--just barely. One girl and two boys, probably elementary school age, all of them sharing Trey’s mustard yellow eyes.

“Guys, not now. Big bro’s busy with the customers,” Trey warned. He passed an apologetic look to his underclassmen and teacher. “Sorry, my siblings are excitable sometimes.”

“I wanna pet the doggies!”

“I wanna feed’m snackies!”

“I wanna dress them up!”

To the boys’ surprise, Crewel merely chuckled. “No worries. Fellow canine lovers are always welcome.”

“Mr. Fluffy Coat!! Can we feed your doggies?”

“Pretty please with candied violets on top!”

“Please, please, please!!”

Crewel barked with laughter. “Perhaps I can allow it, little ones--permitted that your brother grants his permission.”

All three Clover siblings looked expectantly at their eldest sibling.

Trey heaved a sigh. “... I guess I’ve got no choice. Go ahead.”

Excited squeals filled the interior of the bakery. The Clover siblings nearly tripped over themselves racing over to Crewel’s dogs (they nearly trampled Ace and Deuce’s feet, too).

“Hey, watch it! We’re the ones babysitting these dogs, not you!” Ace cried as the kids descended on the Dalmatians. I’ve only had these dogs for five minutes but if anything happened to them, I’d kill everyone here and then--

“We can share, Ace!”

“Spade is correct. There is plenty of the pups to go around,” Crewel interjected. He produced two dog treats and broke them into smaller pieces, offering them to Ace, Deuce, and the Clover siblings. “Go on, then. One for each of you to feed them.”

The Clovers cheered and eagerly claimed their pieces, holding them out and allowing each Dalmatian to sniff and lick the treats straight out of their palms. As soon as the food was slurped up, the Clovers proceeded to vigorously pet the pups. But the first years hesitated.

“You’re... being awfully nice,” Ace noted, eying him suspiciously. “Are you gonna spring a pop quiz on us as soon as I take the treat?”

“Keep biting the hand that feeds you, and I just might consider it,” Crewel warned with a dark smirk.

“W-We’ll take the treats!” Deuce snatched up two pieces, shoving one into Ace’s hands. “Come on, let’s not worry too much. We’re on winter break, after all. Let’s just relax while we still can.”

“You’re right, you’re right! Let’s not sweat it!”

They exchanged a brief laugh before kneeling and offering up their own dog treat pieces to the Dalmatians. Just as the dogs’ sloppy, wet tongues connected with the boys’ hands, their cell phones went off.

“... Huh? Did you just get a text, Deuce?”

“I think I did. I heard your phone ping too, though. Did you get a text too?”

“I can check. One sec...” With his free hand, Ace fished his phone out of his coat pocket and consulted it. He immediately paled. “Oh, shit.”

(“Hey, language!” Trey shouted--but his protest seemingly went ignored.)

“What’s wrong?” Deuce asked, frowning.

“Check your phone. Check it right now.”

“Is it something seri...” Deuce’s face dropped as soon as he looked at his messages. “Fuck.”

(“I said, language!” Trey tried again, only to be snubbed a second time.)

The distressing text they had received?

SOS SEND HE LP STRAND ED D IN SCAR ABIA CANT GET OUT - Yuu, Grim

Ace and Deuce abruptly stood and bolted toward the exit, much to everyone’s surprise. They paid no mind to the concerned shouts of Trey, nor Crewel, or to the excited barks of Dalmatians no longer held by leashes.

All that remained of where the duo once stood were soggy, half-finished peanut butter dog treats.

[yutahoes]

‘Mark me in your heart’

This was supposed to be my birthday special for Mark but a lot of things happened so this came out late. 😅 This is in connection to my Sakura series and requested by @cosmiclatte28​ 

characters : babysitter! Mark Lee, Yuta, Yuta’s wife, Cherry, Jae, the girl Mark likes

word count : 2k words

genre: fluff

summary : Cherry and Jae tried to help Mark with the girl he liked. 

warnings : Mark being bullied by two kids and their dad

a/n: I didn’t use Y/N here to avoid confusion and sorry for the endless conversations.  

Mark tapped his foot along the concrete of the front of the Nakamoto household’s door. Maybe it will be Yuta who would open the door for him since he was the one who asked him to come. Maybe Jae since he liked visitors so much or even Cherry, when the other three are focused on what they usually do. So it was a surprise when his hyung’s wife opened the door for him, “Hi Mark,” she greeted, opening the door wide for him. “Thank you for agreeing to babysit.” 

He shook his head. He had nothing to do anyway. And it’s fun spending time with the two kids. They both stopped in the living room of the house seeing the youngest in the household jumping on the couch, next to his dad. The older girl visibly sighed as Cherry can be seen on another chair, reading a book. “Mom is already angry.” She warned but Yuta kept jumping on the squeaking couch making Jae giggle. 

The guest shook his head at the visible annoyance of the woman beside him. “I swear I’m taking care of three kids.” She whispered before calling Yuta’s name and giving him a glare. 

“We really should have bought the trampoline,” he said, jumping on the couch then landing on the floor. “Hi, Mark. Thanks for agreeing to this.” 

“No problem, hyung.” he whispered while bumping their fist together. Jae did the same, bumping fists with Mark, before returning to jumping on the couch that made Cherry roll her eyes. “I hope the check-up goes well.” 

Cherry put down her book on the table. “Can’t I really not come, eomma?” She asked, pouting at her mom. “I want to see the baby.” She whispered before touching the older’s stomach bump. 

The older woman shook her head, smiling at her. “We talked about this, right? We can come and see the baby later.” Cherry nodded that made her giggle then kissed the top of her head. “Don’t give Mark samchon a hard time.” Cherry nodded before kissing her on the cheek. “Jae.” The youngest boy went down the couch and kissed his mom’s cheek. “Behave yourself.” 

“Can you buy me ice cream when you get back?” Jae asked that made his mom shake her head. He turned to Yuta who only nodded, making his wife hiss at him. “Also buy donuts for noona, she likes chocolates.” Yuta chuckled, nodding at him. “Mark samchon likes watermelons and buy apples for the baby, appa.” 

“I swear you’re more pregnant than your mom.” Yuta joked before giving him a kiss on the top of his head. “Jae, no playing with anything flammable. And Cherry…” 

“Yes dad, I know where the fire extinguisher is.” 

Mark laughed. They’re a weird family. The couple bid farewell, again thanking Mark for looking after the two kids. He even heard Yuta apologizing although he doesn’t know why. Jae kept on jumping on the couch, Cherry lying on the small chair and still reading her book. 

“Appa said you shouldn’t read against the light, noona.” Jae warned in between huffing breaths. 

“And eomma will scold you if you keep jumping on the couch.” she claimed before flipping the page of her book, “Are you a monkey?” 

Jae huffed and sat on the couch with a pout. “I swear you two are just like your parents.” The two kids made a disgusted expression, Jae explaining that they’re always hugging each other while Cherry claimed that Jae doesn’t shower so she doesn’t want to hug her brother. Mark only laugh at that. 

“Samchon, don’t you have anything else to do today? It’s Saturday.” the younger boy asked and Mark shook his head, asking Jae what he wants to do while sitting next to him. “I’m a little tired. Can we just sit down?” Totally weird. 

Cherry closed her book with a loud thud that made the two look at her. “Samchon, don’t you have a girlfriend?” Jae started bouncing on the couch, asking him repeatedly if he is seeing someone. Really, what’s wrong with these two? Mark shook his head. “Do you want me to introduce you to someone? My art teacher...” 

“My Math teacher is pretty.” Jae stopped Cherry on her words then smiled as if proud of what he did. Mark just chuckled when the older glare at her brother. “She’s also hot.” 

“Hot? Do you know what that means?” 

“Pretty? Appa calls eomma that.” Mark shrugged. “Do you like someone, samchon?” A smile crept up Mark’s lips then masked it with a cough. “You do? Noona is good with love stuff. Appa comes to her for help.” 

Cherry looked sideways with a smile on her lips that looks very much like her dad’s. They’re becoming too alike. "So who is this girl, samchon?" the girl asked, book forgotten on the table. 

Mark sighed before leaning on the couch, the two kids on both his sides listening attentively. "She works in the coffee shop opposite the office building." 

"Have you talked to her?" Jae asked. 

"Did you ask for her name?" Cherry chimed in. 

"I ordered coffee from her. And her name is written on the name tag." Cherry whispered that he's no fun and Jae just scoffed at him. "I just find her pretty. Like a crush." 

Again, Jae laughed. "All girls are pretty. That was what appa says." Wow, Mark thought, he didn't know Yuta is that romantic. "You should talk to her. Cherry noona can help you." 

He does want to strike up a conversation with her and not the usual 'I'll get a watermelon shake' or 'My name is Mark'. He wanted to know her name and what she likes for coffee. "You can help me?" 

The younger girl smirked then lightly coughed. "The first step is to get her flowers." But he doesn't know what flowers she liked. And isn't it awkward? They haven't talked before and giving her flowers will be too much. "Pink roses are good, they mean admiration." 

"How do you know these about the flowers?" Mark lightly glanced at Jae who just shrugged, whispering that it's a girl thing. "Pink roses. Got it." 

"Then ask her out for a date." Jae claimed. 

"That quickly?" 

"It can be a dinner or movie," Cherry noted. "But samchon, don't ask her for coffee. She works in a café, she's probably sick of coffee." Mark nodded, that's right. Why didn't he realize that before? 

So flowers then dinner or movies. "Then walk her home." Jae continued. Walk her home, got it. 

"Don't kiss her yet." Wait, what? "Ask her if she wants to go for another date." 

"What if she doesn't want to?" 

"Then it's game over, samchon." Jae teased, tapping his shoulder. 

Cherry smiled. "You'll do great, samchon. My technique is tried and tested by eomma and appa." Mark chuckled. "How are you going to introduce yourself to her?" 

"I'm Mark…" he said hesitatingly, "You can mark me in your heart." 

Jae giggled while Cherry just stared at him in surprise. "You do need a lot of help, samchon." The youngest exclaimed. 

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The house is quiet, too quiet, that Yuta and his wife had to look at each other before entering the house. Did something happen? Yuta shouted for the kids and it was Jae who answered that they're upstairs. The pregnant woman sat on the couch and noticed the book Cherry was reading earlier as her husband put the snacks and fruits in the kitchen. 

Footsteps can be heard followed by Jae jumping next to his mom and hugging her, whispering that he missed her. Yuta's laugh echoed through the whole room when Mark came down the stairs, his white hoodie filled with different colored stains that looks like make-up. His lips are red, eyes highlighted with thick eyeliner that he looks like a panda. There's a red circle on his cheeks and a colorful hat that is probably Jae's with a colorful scarf wrapped on his neck that is owned by Cherry. 

"What did the two of you do to Mark?" the older girl asked, standing up to get some towels for the younger guy. He thanked her then wiped the color on his face, surprised that they put too much makeup on him. 

Both Chery and Jae looked so guilty seated on the couch. "He's going on a date but samchon is really clueless." Cherry answered and Yuta bit his lip to prevent from laughing. Mark was surprised, he suddenly felt called out. 

"He even said that she can mark him in her heart because his name is Mark." Jae chimed in. 

Their mom sighed. "I know you two care about Mark samchon but isn't it better for him to be himself when he wants to date a girl?" Both Cherry and Jae nodded, apologizing for what they had done. 

"And we can mark him in our hearts." Yuta teased that earned a glare from both his wife and Mark. He's really childish sometimes. 

"What happened to the check-up?" Mark asked, sitting beside Jae on the couch and still wiping his face. The cap and scarf have already been removed. "Is it a boy or a girl?" 

"A boy!" Jae exclaimed. 

"A girl," Cherry claimed calmly. "And appa you said you're going to give us money if we guessed right." 

The older girl glared at Yuta who took out his wallet and gave each kid a bill. Mark's eyes widened in surprise, "You have twins?" The pregnant girl nodded. "Congratulations noona!" 

"I hope you won't get tired of babysitting." She whispered and Mark swore he saw his life flashed in his very eyes. Another boy and girl after Jae and Cherry? This will be chaotic as hell. 

Jae handed him the two bills Yuta gave that startled the adults. "Samchon, you need this money to date." Cherry claimed that made the younger boy nodded. 

"Thank you for saving me money to give Mark." Yuta exclaimed that made the two kids revolt. 

"You pay samchon for playing with us?" 

"I won't be a soccer player when I grow up, I'll be like Mark samchon instead." 

Mark laughed. They're a handful but being with them is fun. Maybe he can still take care of them in the long run. 

-----

Mark blew large breaths to regulate his breathing while staring at his reflection from the doors of the café. “Introduce yourself, ask her name, ask her for dinner.” he repeated to himself before blowing another heavy breath. “You can do this Mark. Cherry’s plan is foul proof.” With another heavy breath, he opened the door that created a small bell sound. 

She was already smiling, welcoming her. “I’ll get an iced latte.” he started, twirling his fingers. 

“Not the usual watermelon shake, Mark?” the girl asked that startled him. She knows his name? Knows what his order is? Of course, Mark. You always drink watermelon shake. He shook his head, not knowing what to say. She already knows his name, he doesn’t have to introduce himself. What now? “And thank you for the pink roses, Mark.” 

Wait, what? “Pink roses?” 

She gestured to the vase behind with three pink roses. “Your nephew and niece are really cute.” She smiled while writing his name on the cup. That took Mark’s attention. Nephew and niece? He looked at her in confusion and she pointed at three customers by the window of the coffee shop. Of course, it’s the three of them. 

“I’m sorry. It might have confused you.” He said rubbing the back of his neck. “But I think you’re really pretty.” The girl lightly giggled. “Do you want to have dinner with me after your shift?” He lightly glanced at her nametag and mentioned her name.  

“I’m here until six pm.” 

“I’ll wait,” Mark claimed then handed her the payment for the coffee and his loyalty card. 

“Samchon, buy me a carrot cake,” Jae shouted and Yuta hushed him up, pulling the cap down his face in an attempt to hide from Mark. He even heard Cherry whisper that the plan will get ruined because of him. Really, those three. 

“They’re really cute.” The girl whispered, smiling at them. 

Mark smiled. “You’re cuter.” 

He rolled his eyes when Yuta faked vomit and Jae laughed. “At least it’s better than ‘mark me in your heart’,” Cherry claimed that made the two boys laugh. 

The girl laughed at his defeated look. “No worries Mark, I already marked you.” She claimed before handing him the coffee and the card with the sticker. 

Mark smiled. This might be the start of something new.  

[allthewhumpygoodness]

They wake up tired. But it hardly matters; they went to bed late, got up early for school, and with all the work they’ve got to do they’ve been stressed enough to wear them down more often than usual. It’s a cold day, they can feel it even from inside. They bundle up in more layers than they probably need, and only have a small bit to eat before hurrying out the door, ready for their usual bus rid to the collage. 

Their morning classes go by in a blur, between the dim florescent lights making their head ache and their already foggy brain they find it hard not to fall asleep as the professor talks. On top of that they’re still cold, despite wearing most of their layers in class. It would be so easy to curl up in a ball of warm clothing with their head on their desk and shut their eyes, but they have to keep up with their work.

By lunch hour they’ve started shivering. It’s not just the sweatshirt and winter coat now, but their scarf and even their hat. One of their classmates - all right, almost close enough to them to be called a friend - sits next to them in the break room and laughs at them. “Aren’t you hot?” they say.

“Dunno. Maybe.” They should be, and maybe they are, but if they remove even one article of clothing they feel a persistent chill across their skin. They shiver harder, hunching down and looking over their notes yet again.

“Can I have a chip?” Their friend has been inching steadily closer to their bag of potato chips they planned to eat ten minutes ago. 

“Go ahead,” they say. Despite barely eating breakfast, they aren’t hungry. They have a sip of water though, and that feels good. But it makes them realize for the first time how scratchy their throat feels. Wonderful. Another thing to worry about. They cough a little, and go back to their notes. 

In the afternoon they sit at the back of the class, huddled in their layers and barely concentrating on what the professor is droning on about. Everything hurts, maybe it’s from shivering so hard, and they feel like their muscles are being shredded to pieces with a fork. The cough shows up more frequently now, they try to keep it quiet for the sake of their classmates but sometimes it’s impossible not to let it out. There’s an ache behind their eyes that only just goes away if they close them, and they’re too tired to care anymore so they do, resting their head in their hand.

It shouldn’t be like this. They’re a good student, they can’t turn into one of those kids who falls asleep in class, even if they’re tired or bored, they can’t just give up so easily. After another round of half-stifled coughs they feel a hand tap their elbow and turn to see their friend beside them, looking concerned. “Are you okay?” they ask.

“Fine. I’m just tired.” Their vision swims a little and they shut their eyes again, willing the black spots in front of their eyes to go away.

“You don’t look good,” their friend says. They don’t feel good, either, it’s taken this long and this much misery for them to put it into words, but they really, really don’t.

Another voice cuts through the fog in their brain. The professor. “Are you doing all right back there?”

Everyone is staring at them. They can feel themself flushing red, it’s bad enough that they feel like they’re about to pass out, now they’re the center of attention at the worst time in the world and they can’t handle it.

“I’m fine,” they say hoarsely, praying they’ll all just leave them alone.

“They’re not,” that’s their friend, saving them and humiliating them all at once. 

“Do you need to step outside?” says the professor. They’re in the middle of shaking their swimming head when their friend interrupts with, “yeah, I think they do. I’ll take them, be back in a minute.”

They don’t know how they stand up, but the next second they’re leaning heavily on their friend’s arm and escaping the crowded classroom, face still burning with embarrassment.

Soon they’re outside, and their friend helps them sit against the wall, gently pushing their head between their knees. “You went so white in there, I thought you were going to faint.”

“I’m not,” they mutter into their knees, though they might not be far away. 

Their classmate’s hand touches their cheek, it’s only then they realize how cool it is, and how hot their head feels compared to the rest of their icy body. “You feel really hot...oh honey, why didn’t you say you were sick?”

They don’t know how to answer, they didn’t know they were sick until now, but it makes sense. 

“Which pocket is your water bottle in?” 

They frown, it’s hard to remember at the moment. “Second one,” they answer. But their bag isn’t out with them so why - ?

They feel a gentle pat on their back. “I’ll be back in a second, you stay there.”

They want to protest, but it’s all they can do to stop from collapsing even sitting down, so they focus on that instead.

Soon their friend is back, and they slowly raise their head to look at them. The floor under them rocks uncomfortably and there’s a weird shimmer around the walls. They blink hard, but it doesn’t go away. Next to them, their friend has brought their bag and fished out their water bottle, which they gratefully accept with a shaking hand. They take a sip, but all it does is confirm how much their throat hurts.

“You’ve got to go home,” their friend says. “You’re really sick, there’s no way you can keep yourself here.”

“I can’t go,” they reply, panic starting to rise in their chest. “I’ve got so much to do, I’ll never be able to finish all my assignments if I leave, I’m going to fail everything - “ And unable to stop themself, they start to cry. They feel their friend’s hand rubbing their back, hear their soft reassurances, but it’s not enough. Everything hurts and the tears aren’t helping, but they can’t stop no matter how much they try. 

Eventually they’ve cried themself into a hiccupping silence. They don’t want to move, wish they could just stay slumped against the wall and their friend’s arm for the rest of their life, but far too soon they feel a tap on their shoulder. “Come on, we’ve got to get you home. I’ll walk you downstairs.”

They have to shake their head to clear it. “No...you go back to class, I’m okay...”

“Hush. Can you stand up?”

They can, but their vision swims and soon they’re clinging to their friend’s arm with their eyes shut tight. “That’s it,” they hear, “hold on to me, we’ll get there.”

They keep their eyes closed and try to distance themself from the present as they’re supported down the stairs and to the front doors, trying not to feel the aches all over their body and how much their exhaustion seems to drag their bones into the floor. How is it that they feel so terrible when they woke up just fine that very morning? 

A rush of cold air hits their face when they step outside, both soothing on their too-warm cheeks and horribly uncomfortable on the rest of their body. They manage to stay standing for long enough to sit down on a bumper at the edge of the parking lot, still shivering in the depths of their many layers. Their bag is plopped down next to them - they hadn’t realized their friend brought it out for them.

Their friend sits down beside them, a hand on their shoulder. “I don’t want you trying to get home on your own...if you want I can drive you back.”

They shake their head firmly - this person they don’t even know that well outside of school has already done far too much for them today, they can’t let them miss their own class on top of that.

“Fine, if you’re sure. Is there someone I can call for you?”

Their first answer would be no, but then they remember that one person. A mutual friend, they suppose they could be called, and they never want to bother them but now...if anyone is going to help them...as little though they want to admit it, they don’t know if they can make it home by themself. 

Their friend gives them a knowing look when they let them know, and starts pulling out their phone and punching in numbers. It’s embarrassing, and they hate the attention, hate that they’re going to bother yet another person with their stupid problems. But at the same time a tiny bit of tension that’s settled along their shoulders lessens. They’re going home, to their own warm bed. It’s all they want.

“I’ve called them,” their friend says. “Want me to wait with you?”

They nod, unable to keep pretending they don’t need them. Their friend goes around them, pulling them in close. “Okay. You’ll be home soon, make sure you get lots of rest and drink plenty of fluids, all right? Take care of yourself.”

They nod again, wearily. Already they can feel their consciousness slipping away on their friend’s shoulder, they know if they fall asleep they’ll have to be woken up once their ride gets there and hate it, but for now they can’t help themself. It’s been an exhausting day, and it’s not even over, full of trying so hard to pretend they’re fine, but now they’re about to go home and let someone else help them for a change.

So they stop trying.

[minkmousesworld]

Hello I hope your having a great day I really like your writing! Can i request a nsfw with inosuke, where reader makes love to him and inosuke is in a skirt. You don't have to do it though! Please stay safe and have a good day! :)

Hello, sweet mouse~ thank you so much for being so cute♡ and thank you for your request! I hope you like it♡

time for wild boy!ᕦʕ •ᴥ•ʔᕤ

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𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢: modern au

⚠ first time, Inosuke in skirt, intensive petting, handjob, mention of dirty talk, maledom elements (?).

𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤(𝔰): Inosuke Hashibira x Reader

The room was unnaturally hot.

Or maybe it was your body that overheated from being too intimate. The garland — the only light, slowly shimmered with bright colors, and shone charmingly in the green, bright eyes of your beloved.

Timidly squeezing the unnaturally quiet Inosuke's hands, you gently ran your thumbs over his skin, gently massaging, but it was unclear whether you were trying to calm him or yourself. Inosuke was also silent — which was an unusual phenomenon that you used to love. However, right now you wanted him to be "rude" — to push you, or tell you to do what "we're here for", or at least kiss you.

But Inosuke was quiet, and he didn't even move like a caged animal.

And he didn't try to knock you down like that wretched, plastic trash can he broke last month when he got caught in it while dancing (though, "dancing" and Inosuke...). You smiled at the memory and glanced at Inosuke, who didn't even look at you, and then you looked down again.

You thought for a moment that perhaps, for the first time, the romantic atmosphere was not ignored by him out of ignorance. However, it is not known whether this is good or bad.

Exhaling noisily, you looked up at the red Inosuke, who was staring at your palms as if he had just woken up and was trying to figure out what was going on and why his palms were being gently squeezed. And even in such a situation, you could figure out how to gently lead to making love.

But now you felt at a dead end. Your gaze involuntarily shifted above your hands, to Inosuke's thighs.

... You were surprised to see Inosuke, who was so wrapped up in warm, voluminous clothes, although he preferred to walk almost with his jacket unbuttoned. "I'm not a kid to wear a hat with a pompom, mittens, a scarf and ten jackets with underpants!" (well, Inosuke loved his hat in the form of a boar's face, but "this is different!").

However, you were even more surprised when he, at first hesitantly, blushing and grumbling, but then in one movement, tore off his clothes and crossed his arms over his chest, looking at you defiantly, as if it was your fault.

Although your attention was drawn more to Inosuke's appearance than to his displeased face.

Black stockings, with a cute image of a single white bow on the front, stretched all the way down his leg and were hidden under a flared, dark-green, with a mistletoe image, skirt that looked perfect on his figure.

Even the belt with a bow at the back perfectly encircled his waist, making your pretty boyfriend even more adorable.

He stood in front of you for a few minutes, and then, with a red face, said irritably that you need to go to your room, and that you would stop staring at him like that, "it was your idea!".

In a way, he was right — you were the first to come up with the idea when you looked at a half-naked Inosuke (who wasn't at all ashamed to walk around like that in front of you) and said that he would look great in a skirt.

"Yes, skirt... especially some dark color, with a small print… And stockings. Also dark… You have beautiful legs, you know, Ino?."

Inosuke then grabbed a pillow and threw it in your face, telling you to stop acting like a pervert.

... So you were shocked when you saw him like this. And when he literally dragged you into the room, puffing, with red ears, and the skirt slightly lifted at his wide steps, with this flirty bow at the back.

Inosuke suddenly panted, squeezed your hands tightly and shifted, causing the skirt to rise higher, exposing his legs with black stockings.

You knew that he probably wanted to "win you over" — after all, you agreed a week ago that today would be your "first time", even if it wasn't "romantic" — but you couldn't have predicted such an act.

"Hey," Inosuke whispered hoarsely, still not looking at you. "Are you, like, going to stare at my thighs like that? Maybe, at least out of interest, you'll touch it, won't you?"

You swallowed. There was a catastrophic lack of air. Inosuke didn't seem to be feeling any better — red-faced, fidgeting uncomfortably, knocking over the sheets, he was impatiently waiting for your next move.

You hesitantly let go of one of Inosuke's hands and moved it to his knee. Inosuke held his breath, squeezing your other hand, and you understood him perfectly.

It feels like your heart is about to jump out of your chest. Is this always going to be the case when you do foreplay? You hope not, otherwise your heart will stop much sooner.

"I-Ino… If something goes wrong, you... feel free to use a safe word, okay? Just... I ... "

Inosuke tried to shove you, smiling fervently but sheepishly.

"Don't forget about him either".

Moving your hand higher, you glanced at Inosuke, who was almost shaking as he followed the movement of your hand. He squeezed your hand until it hurt, and with his free hand he gripped the sheet, leaning back slightly.

From excessive slowness, you were slightly trembling, but at the same time, you were afraid to scare off the moment with awkward actions.

Moving your hand higher, you gently stroked Inosuke's skin, and then reached higher, lifting the skirt at the hip, exposing a strip of black, lacy... panties?

Inosuke exhaled sharply at your touch, and flinched as you lightly pulled back the fabric of his underwear and stroked the skin beneath.

"You're... cute," you whispered, to which Inosuke snorted, looking away. And it's the first time you've seen him look so rosy. "You… So wanted to please me. It's really cute."

Inosuke opened his mouth to probably say "shut up", but then closed it again, and only spread his legs a little wider. The fabric of the skirt had fallen lower, and a noticeable bump was visible through it.

"Just… Just shut up and touch me," Inosuke lightly shoved you to express his displeasure, and then lay down on his elbows, thereby giving you full access to his body. "…Please?"

You pulled his skirt up completely, exposing his thighs and stomach, and then put his legs on either side of you.

Inosuke obediently wrapped legs around your waist, spreading his knees, and threw his head back, moaning softly as your fingers touched his dick, gently stroking, smearing the pre-ejaculate that had already gathered and soaked the thin fabric.

The awkward movements soon became more skillful. Watching the reaction of your lover, you began to feel more confident, then caressing the head of the penis, then going down with your fingers, pulling the edge of his panties, as if you were going to get inside and touch his wet skin.

Inosuke whined softly, breathing hard, and twitched charmingly as you, red-faced, enthusiastically rubbed his sensitive cock through the wet cloth, catching every stifled moan.

"Hey, Ino?" you leaned closer, humming softly. "Are you okay?.. When I touch your cock with my pretty skirt up? You're..." you licked your lips. Your own clothes stuck to your hot body. "You were dreaming about it when you came to me, weren't you? That I'll touch you the moment I see you?" When will I see your cute panties? Or cute stockings? Will I pin you right there, against the wall, or against the door, will I take you?"

Inosuke shook his head, trying to deny it, but you could feel his cock twitching in your hands.

"Then why would I... ah!"

Unable to resist, Inosuke suddenly grabbed your hands and pulled you forward, causing you to fall on top of him. He immediately planted a kiss on your lips, wrapping his prehensile arms around you and pressing his own against your groin, clearly forcing intimacy.

You could feel his hard cock pressing against you under his completely wet panties, sending a strange but pleasant shiver through your entire body. Gripping his hips with your hands, you pressed even closer, never stopping to kiss as Inosuke moved, crushing the sheet harder, pushing inside despite the barrier, in a wild desire to just feel you.

The movements became more chaotic and abrupt, stimulating both of you more. The kisses were no less intense — deep, hot, with light bites, as if Inosuke was trying to gain the upper hand. Your wet clothes clung to your body, and your skirt rustled under you, to the sound of kisses, moans, and loud breathing.

The room was too hot.

"[Y/n], I—"

You pressed particularly hard against his thighs, and your body shook in a wave of orgasm.

You had no idea you were so aroused while you were touching him.

Inosuke moved under you a few more times, soiling his clothes and growling softly before snuggling up especially tightly and biting the fabric of your clothes, with a loud, exhausted moan.

Almost at the same time.

"[Y/n]..." Inosuke paused, breathing heavily, before continuing, "Let's start the foreplay with you next time. I was sure several times that I would come sooner."

"Next time, I'll spank you for grabbing me roughly, Ino."