#also that I completely forgot to put rings on them

[melonajuice]

HAD to put this new collection by @sentate & @serenity-cc on lilith vatore.. and then of course I couldn't *not* makeover Caleb after that...

caleb: hair by @wistfulpoltergeist | necklace by @wisteriasims4 | top by @smsims-evekleos | pants (by seze but couldn't find a direct link :( | shoes by @studio-k-creation lilith: hair | jacket by @sentate | pants by @serenity-cc

thank u to creators <33

@ancenth @arethabee @bloodmooncc @crypticsim @helgatisha @kijiko-sims @northernsiberiawinds @obscurus-sims @squea @sims3melancholic @okruee @nesurii @sammi-xox @magic-bot-cc @cubersims @remussirion @pralinesims

[murdleandmarot]

Hello!!!! 🫶

🌟 mutual bingo? 👀

RAHHHHH IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK A BILLION YEARS!!!!!!!

Hi hello!!!!! I’m in a very giddy mood rn so if any of this is incoherent, I am apologizing with tears

I LIKE YOU A LOT YOU’RE REALLY COOL!!!!!!!!!!

Your art style is so so so so cute and I adore Koi she’s adorable and lovely and my original idea was to have her going fishing with pouncival and I might honestly still do that because it’s a rly rly cute idea to me but first I have to get my seventeen thousand other projects out of the way <3333333

ANYHOW I would help you hide a body, I trust you 100% 🫶🫶🫶

[wonderjanga]

Was wondering about for your post 'captain is a terrible dad' if junior somehow convinces the league through the power of misunderstanding that 'billy' is the newest actual baby of the family? Like maybe tim is talking to junior about his younger siblings(damian stabbing him or smth), and Junior tells him about Billy and since they never heard about him before they think marvel just had another baby? Even worse if you also include the au where people think Marvel and Adam are exes and they think Marvel got close to him again?

Ever since Tim learned about Marvel having a new kid, he’s been thinking about it nonstop. It’s been bugging him and he really wants to ask about it. The only problem? Every time he’s tried to approach Marvel to ask about it, something has question-blocked him.

Robin!Tim: “Marvel, can we talk?”

Marvel: “Sure, what’s up?” *smiles*

Robin!Tim: “Well-”

Marvel: *comm rings and he realizes it’s an emergency* “Sorry, I gotta go. We’ll talk later right?” *flies off*

Eventually, after a week of this, Tim finally got his chance in one of the watchtower’s kitchens.

Robin!Tim: “Marvel , can I ask you something?”

Marvel: “Sure, go ahead.” *stirring something in a bowl*

Tim had spent the past week practicing how the conversation would go, yet didn’t even think about how he would start it.

Robin!Tim: *just decides to rip off the band-aid* “Uh… Why do you keep having kids if you hate them?”

Marvel: *slowly stops stirring his bowl so he stop and stare incredulously*

Robin!Tim: “It’s- It’s the little things. Like the little looks of disgust when they say something a kid their age would say. Or like the blatant disregard you have for their safety. Or the threats of violence.”

Marvel: *puts the bowl down* “What-”

Robin!Tim: “Like isn’t it parenting 101 that you don’t tell your kid they should’ve been lobotomized??”

Marvel: *forgot he said that to Mary the other day* “Uh-”

Robin!Tim: “And then there’s the fact that if I asked, you wouldn’t even be able to tell me where even one of them are at this moment, would you? They could be kidnapped, or lost, or in some other deep shit and you wouldn’t even notice! I haven’t seen this level of negligence in anything other than my own parents, and they didn’t even notice their own child sneaking out at night to take pictures of Batman!”

Marvel: *sounds concerned* “You were neglected-”

Robin!Tim: *grabs a nearby stool, hops on, then stands on his tippy toes so he can look Marvel straight in the face* “And don’t get me started on Black Adam! Why in the world would you even want to get back with him??”

Marvel: *sounds horrified because that inplies they were together at some point* “Who told you that?”

Robin!Tim: “What do you mean who told me that?? It’s obvious to literally everyone!”

Marvel: *looks around as if looking for hidden cameras* “Is it though-”

Robin!Tim: “YES! It is. What on earth could you possibly see in him? There are literally multiple videos of him throwing both you and your kids through buildings.”

Marvel: *goes back to looking for the hidden cameras*

Robin!Tim: *continues his rant* “And then you decided to do the worse possible thing you could do in this situation which was bring in another kid?? What is wrong with you???”

Marvel: *a little speechless but finally gets something out without being cut off for the 50 millionth time* “What do you mean bring in another kid?”

Robin!Tim: “Billy!”

Marvel: “Billy??” *sounds more confused now*

Robin!Tim: “The baby!”

Marvel: “Wha…? Billy isn’t the baby, Darla is??”

Robin!Tim: “Who is Darla???”

Marvel: *realizes he said her actual name* “The purple one.”

Robin!Tim: “She has a name??” *just completely confused now* “Then who’s Billy??”

Marvel: “He’s just some kid that doesn’t have powers.”

Robin!Tim: “He’s not one of your kids…?”

Marvel: “No? I don’t have kids?”

Robin!Tim: “Then how are you related to Junior and Mary and all the other kids??”

Marvel: “We’re siblings? They have a mom and a dad, Robin.”

Robin!Tim: *pauses* “That still doesn’t excuse the fact that you let a bunch of preteens run around fighting crime on their own, unsupervised. Also why are you so much older than them if you’re siblings?”

Solomon: “Say they’re several thousands of years old.”

Marvel: “They’re all several thousands of years old. They’re not idiots. They can fight on their own. As for me? I’m several tens of thousands of years old.”

Robin!Tim: *dumbfounded*

Marvel: “Now what was this about being neglected by your parents?”

Marvel then proceeded to get Tim to trauma dump about his parents, about his vigilante life, and about everything else.

Robin!Tim: “I just can’t believe they didn’t notice!”

Marvel: “That’s terrible.” *hands him the bowl from earlier*

Robin!Tim: “I know!” *absent-minded, stirring of bowl*

By the way, I almost finished this and then lost all the progress so I had to redo all of this. If I hadn’t lost all the progress, it would’ve came out yesterday night. So unfortunately, you’re stuck with the shittier version of this post as I continue to ride off the waves of anger that I still feel boiling inside of me. Rewriting this post made me almost crash out at 12:35 in the morning.

[carlylecroc]

Ellie x Shy!fem!reader!!

My sweet bunny.

cw: praise, body worship, bunny-outfit.

You were always rather.. insecure. Until you met Ellie, she made you feel appreciated and loved so you went to your friend Dina for help..

Lingerie?? How crazy!! Why would Dina even suggest such a thing!? That’s far too embarrassing! Plus, you don’t even know if Ellie would like it..

Your thought began to go crazy as you began to over think this whole thing! :(. Dina kept reassuring you and saying about how it’s okay and how Ellie would love it.. but you weren’t sure.. you were nervous! Eventually.. Dina managed to convince you. So you did what any willing girlfriend would do..

You went online shopping. You saw the most lewd outfits! It was so embarrassing. Eventually, you found a favorite. It was embarrassing.. but it was very pretty. So, you ordered it.

Almost two weeks had past and you forgot about it completely! You had just come back from your job to see Ellie on your couch.. you spoke up, “Hey, Ellie.” She turned to face you with a rather.. flushed expression. You raised a brow in confusion till you saw the package in her hand… oh no.

“Hey, doll. I was just.. getting our mail and.. I saw a box. It was in pretty packaging so I opened it and uhm..” She held up a black lacy bra.. You felt your heart stop. You could hear your ears ringing and you could feel your face and ears start to burn.. this was horrible!!

“Ellie- I.. I promise it’s not what it looks like!!” You mumbled out in a hushed voice.

She raised a brow in amusement. “Really? That’s too bad. I was looking forward to this…” She let out a sigh, biting back a cocky smile.. You felt like you were about to explode from embarrassment!! But.. at the same time.. if she wanted you to..

You cleared your throat before timidly speaking.. “I just wanted to surprise you..” Which caused the most smug smirk from her.

“Oh I’m definitely surprised, baby. You really bought this pretty little thing for me?” She chuckled and looked at the lingerie. To which you nodded.. she got up and walked over to you, grabbing a handful of your ass which caused you to squeak.

“Go put it on.. now.” She mumbled darkly. In a tone you never heard.. it made your tummy have butterflies. You grabbed the set from her and scurried off to the bathroom..

You sighed and looked at yourself in the mirror. Fuck.. It was a lacy black bra, and a lacy thong. A silk-white bunny headband and a bunny tail butt plug with white lacy stockings. You can’t believe you were about to show Ellie this.. but you only live once, right?

You walked out and looked at Ellie, waiting for a reaction. She stared in silence…

“…”

Suddenly, she grabbed you, pulling you close. “Fuck baby. So good for me.. look at my pretty girl… fuck. You’re so soft.. Mh..” She said as she began to kiss up you neck and squeeze the meat on your hips..

Next thing you know you were being pulled over her lap! God, it was embarrassing. But you also.. kinda liked it. This was new. Most of the time you and her were very.. vanilla.

You rocked down on her lap.. whining. You felt embarrassed getting her jeans all wet. But you couldn’t help it, it was too good. You kinda like this despite it being different. You rocked down.. slowly grinding.

“That’s it, bunny. You look so good.. so sweet. My sweet girl..” she mumbled, eyeing you like prey. You felt yourself get close.. she grabbed your hips tightly, stilling them. You were confused until she started to control your rhythm. The rough jeans pressing against you was heavenly.

“That’s it baby. So good.. good girl..” she mumbled with heavy eyes..

“Ellie- el’… ‘m close!” You whined.. your tummy felt hot and heavy. You gasped.. you felt yourself start to soak her jeans as you finished all over her. She chuckled and bit and nipped at your throat.

“Wear this more often, Kay, sweet stuff?”

[woncon]

[05:19 pm] ♡ poly!hyunbini

gn!reader | heavily suggestive | made with @wonsheep's help <3

‣ stray kids masterlist :: ✉️₍₁₎

the phone is ringing.

it’s on the coffee table, and the three of you are on the sofa.

hyunjin doesn’t care. he keeps his arms around you tight, while painting your neck with his soft kisses. but changbin, whose shirt you've tugged off halfway, pulls away from your lips. his palm on your thigh goes back to your knee. he glances at the table, huffing uncertainly.

“don’t pick it up!” advises hyunjin, but the way he says it, it’s more like an order.

“it’s jyp,” changbin replies, seeing the contact name. “important stuff.”

hyunjin sighs, then he rests his chin on your shoulder. you can’t see his face, but you can imagine how he looks right now, because changbin blushes and clears his throat.

“you call him back later, hmm?” you also help in convincing him. you take his hand and put it back on your thigh. “now you have other important things to pay attention to: us.”

hyunjin hums with approval, the sound vibrating through your whole body. “come, wifey, let us love you.”

changbin’s phone finally stops ringing.

changbin smiles, that’s the last thing you see before he kisses you again. your fingers run over his side to find the hem of his shirt. when you find it, you grab it with determination, and changbin lets you pull it off of him. hyunjin moans on your skin from the view, and your hand feels like it is also his when you caress changbin's gorgeous curves with them hungrily.

changbin pants softly, and your biggest wish is to lean in, to taste his muscles with your mouth, to let him know how breathtaking he is with every lick–

but the phone, that cursed phone rings again, and this time changbin parts from you completely.

“hello?” he takes the phone to his ear, while also giving you and hyunjin a guilty look. “hmm, yeah, yeah. i am available.”

he picked it up. it is a forgivable act, because his boss was the one calling, and he didn’t give up. 

but saying that he is available? downright outrageous.

he is not available.

“i was thinking that uh–”

hyunjin leaves your back, and sits next to changbin, so he can easily nibble on his ear. changbin tries to push the other away with one hand, but hyunjin groans in rebellion, grabbing changbin’s thigh.

oh, how nasty he is! you smile proudly, then go to changbin’s other side. you lean closer to him, kissing every surface of skin you reach. his side, the line of his ribs, his belly, even his hipbone.

“so i don’t have a final version yet, but, but, but… “ at this moment, you’re nipping at his abs. needless to say, changbin nearly moans into the phone. “no, no, i’m fine, totally fine. i just need to collect my notes. just a second.”

changbin mutes himself, then looks at you. “are you serious?”

“are you serious?” hyunjin and you repeat, and you giggle at your accordance.

changbin leans back with a sigh. “why are you doing this to me?”

“we just want to make your eyes roll,” hyunjin explains. “and not the way you roll it when your boss praises himself.”

“it’s the weekend. jyp can wait, but we can’t.” you climb onto his thighs and sit down comfortably. hyunjin places his palm on the small of your back so you don’t fall back. “please, chill with us, honey.”

changbin unmutes himself. “i’m here, but i forgot my notes in the studio… yes, yeah, of course… on monday, then.”

he ends the call, dropping the silent thing next to him. it doesn’t matter anymore.

finally.

you would give a high five to hyunjin, but you’re totally okay with only a satisfied wink, because his hands and yours are both occupied with touching changbin’s warm skin where you can.

“rolling my eyes, huh?” changbin fondles your side. a lustful expression plastered on his handsome face. “how do you want to do that?”

“i’ll give you a taste…” your hand goes down on his chest, and doesn’t stop until changbin moves into your hand, biting his lips hard.

hyunjin sets the said lips free with his thumb and pointer finger just to kiss into changbin’s mouth and receive his pretty sounds with his tongue, teeth and lips.

the next time the phone rings – if it rings at all –, you don't hear. changbin’s whimpers, hyunjin’s moans and your own sounds of pleasure are louder.

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[sleepyeepyp3rson]

wwe/pro fighters!141 x announcer!reader

John Price, former two-time Wold Champion, the Bear of the Ring, back from retirement. Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, a newcomer, moving on up to the big leagues. The Golden Boy of London. John "Soap" MacTavish, the Street Fight Champion, the half of the most menacing duo in WWE history. And "Ghost," the Shadow of the Ring, who won last seasons duo Championship with Soap.

an: i JUST got into wwe, so sorry for any inaccuracies! correct me, it's always fun to learn more :3 also also! my first full fic 😭😭 got SO SCARED posting this so sorry if it low key sucks, if it doesn't, i have plans for a second one + shoutout to my awsome beta reader (my best friend)

(masterlist, 2)

Recently, one of the announcers retired after a long career, and WWE scrambled to find a suitable replacement that wouldn't cause an uproar in the dedicated fanbase.

They chose you. A person with an impressive resume and a quick wit, willing to be accidentally trampled if need be. And the best part for the company? The fans love you, some even making compilations and edits of you. Of the few moments you get shown on camera at least. (The wrestlers are the main event.) And the wrestlers seem to like you just fine. Better than the refs and each other, at least. The 141 seem to like you the most, though.

Price, just coming back from a short retirement, was the first match you narrated. You loved him growing up, the finishing moves, the walkout song (Thunderstruck AC/DC,) everything. He put the attitude in the Attitude Era, the main event, the headliner. Then he retired.

You cried during his final show. Being one of the live announcers for his comeback now is huge for you.

He walked out on the ring, fought like hell, and at one point he slung his opponent over the net and the guy crashed into your table. Admittedly it was a little frightening, but seeing John Price drag the guy kicking and screaming back into the ring by his hair was enough of a reward. And the gruff "Sorry, dove," he said to you certainly didn't make anything worse.

But you thought that was it for the nicknames.

Until Gaz. Every match he has, whenever he has the mic, he's referencing you at least once, with an added "Love" or "Sunshine" to it. That alone gave you a thousand more followers on your Instagram, but the post he made on Twitter? At least ten thousand. And it wasn't anything major, but being the "Golden Boy" comes with certain privileges, and he uses them well. You start researching him after that, and he hasn't done that for any other announcer.

Soap and Ghost’s first team-up of the season has them against the men they stole the Duo Champions titles from. Graves and Makarov. Match made in Hell, the two of them. They can't stand each other, but they hate the 141 boys enough to justify a team-up.

During the match, Soap broke Makarov's arm. Maybe he just forgot it wasn't his usual rules, or maybe it was the reference he made to you during the pre-fight trash-talk session. Either way, Ghost had his back, as always, and covered for him by throwing the rest of the match as the script told them to. Either way, they were disqualified.

And you? You're having the time of your life. The fights are right up by your face, the adrenaline rush right there, and this time you actually get to chase it.

Maybe you're egging them on a bit. Grinning like mad during Price's first match, responding to Gaz's tweet and comments with nothing short of glowing praise, giving colorful commentary during Soap and Ghost’s fight. But who can blame you, really? For liking your job, for entertaining people.

Maybe that's why this match, the grand match between Task Force 141 and The Shadows is packed. You entertain people just as much as the wrestlers.

The lights flash, Thunderstruck plays, the 141 boys walk out. Then here comes Graves for a rematch against the ones who broke his arm, complete with his entourage behind him. Surprisingly the whole broken arm thing fits the storyline well, after some panicking from the writers and producers.

"Your boy broke my arm." Graves starts, grin sharp, canines poking out. Grinning despite the red-hot pain in his arm.

"We do what we have to. Keep your mouth shut next time, aye?" It's a measured response from Price, but the headbutt Soap does as soon as the sentence settles is definitely not.

"Grab your popcorn people, the world's Street Fight Champion Soap is jumping right into the fight!" And there's your voice, over the speakers. Sounding thrilled.

The fans both cheer and jeer and Ghost’s chant is started up, a steady thump, thump, of boots on the floor of the stadium.

The fight starts without much else, men thrown and chairs cracked over heads. With the disadvantage Graves has, it's clear who will win, but the play-by-play is still fun to give.

"Oh! And Graves has got Soap on the ropes, can he break his hold- and Ghost runs up behind him, always on his six, yanking Graves away! This is the Champion duo ladies and gentlemen."

And maybe it's distracting the boys a little. Maybe Johnny puffs up a little when you point out his title, maybe Ghost looks over at the booth for a little too long. Just maybe. And just maybe that gives the Shadows an opening for a takedown move or two. And just maybe, the 141 loses twice in a row.

[selunefae]

About pipes and sinks (+18) - Reiner Braun

It's a hot summer day, and a hot plumber comes to get your sink fixed. No pun intended.

masterlist | rules

rating: +18, MDNI

word count: 5,498

tags: reiner braun x reader, smut, fem!reader, afab!reader, modern AU

cw: PwithPlot, shameless smut, fingering (female receiving), oral sex (female receiving), PinV sex, safe sex, reiner braun has a big dick, size difference, size kink if you squint

notes: Tomorrow I have a job interview and I wrote this instead of preparing myself. :) What can I say? Reiner gets me inspired. What also inspired me it's the fact that I also have a damn sink in my home that doesn't stop leaking because my building is really old and the insurance company doesn't do anything (and it's really hot outside). Pretty self-indulgent fanfic. Anyways, hope you enjoy it. (English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes.  Also, the setting is inspired by how things work in my country, in case you find it weird.)

You barely register the doorbell over the hum of the fan that’s lazily pushing lukewarm air across the room. It’s hot outside, too hot. And it's no better inside your apartment. Or technically your mom’s, but she lets you pretend otherwise in the meantime. You’re spread out on the couch like you’re melting into it, the synthetic fabric sticking to the backs of your thighs. You have the lightest clothes you found in the closet, and yet, you’re still sweating, tank top clinging to your skin in all the wrong places, leaving little to the imagination. You didn’t even bother with a bra today, and your shorts… well, calling them "shorts" is generous.

The bell rings again.

With a groan, you peel yourself off the couch, brushing some stray hair off your face. You walk towards the door like your legs weigh a ton each, and when you reach it, you don’t even bother checking the peephole. It’s probably your mom anyway.  Maybe she forgot her keys again; she always does.

You open the door mid-eye roll.

You freeze in your spot.

It’s a man.

He looks around your age. Tall and broad shoulders. One arm wrapped around a toolbox, the other hanging loosely by his side. He’s wearing a tight grey t-shirt, and you can’t help to notice how it clings to his chest and arm muscles in a way that should be illegal. His gaze lifts, and his eyes go a little wide the moment he sees you.

You feel it in the pit of your stomach before your brain catches up.

Oh.

Oh no .

Your hands instinctively pull your tank down as much as possible, which isn’t much. You try to subtly cross your arms over your chest without making it obvious, trying to cover the cleavage that just appeared from pulling your top down. You’re regretting your choice of not putting a bra on. Your cheeks burn. 

"Uh..." the man starts, voice deep and a little too hoarse. He tries hard not to stare, and instead fixes his gaze on something above your head. "Plumber. Your mom called about a leak?”

Of course she did. And she didn’t tell you!

You contemplate sending her a strongly worded text, cursing her.

“Right,”  you say, stepping aside so fast your shoulder brushes the door frame.. “Sorry. I didn’t know you were coming.”

“It’s alright,” he mutters, gaze flicking to the ceiling, the floor, anywhere but directly at you. “Uh… should I take my shoes off, or…?”

“No, no, you’re good. The, uh… the pipe’s in the kitchen. Under the sink. It started dripping last night.”

You lead him down the hallway, hyper-aware of the way your shorts ride up with every step. You try not to glance over your shoulder, though you absolutely do.

He’s... very hot. Like, shouldn’t-be-allowed-to-do-manual-labor hot. He’s blonde, hair short and messy, and it lets you have a complete view of how face. Hazel eyes, sharp jaw, defined facial features. He towers over you and looks rather intimidating, but you can’t complain; that adds to the hotness. You don’t even realize you're staring until you see him set his toolbox on the counter and crouch low, shirt pulling tight across his back as he opens the cabinet under the sink.

You sit on the nearby stool and try not to combust.

Neither of you says much, and you just wait for him to finish. Every movement he makes draws your eye. The way he tightens a bolt. The way his forearm flexes. The low grunt he makes when something doesn’t budge. The fan hums uselessly in the background, but you’re not hot because of the weather anymore.

After what feels like forever, he leans back with a soft groan, wiping his forehead with the back of his arm. His shirt rides up with the motion, revealing a flash of his stomach. You feel your cheeks get even hotter and immediately snap your eyes away.

“The leak’s fixed for now,” he says, standing. His voice is softer than before. His eyes flick to yours and then move away. He rubs the back of his neck. “But, uh… I think it might be an issue with the building’s plumbing system. I’d recommend checking it again in a couple of days. Just to be safe.”

“Okay,” you nod, trying not to look too eager (or too flustered). “I’ll tell my mom.”

You both take your time before heading to the entryway, you walking ahead, he trailing just a bit behind. At the door, he doesn’t open it right away. He shifts his weight from foot to foot, toolbox in hand, and he looks at your face like he’s about to say something. You hold your breath, expecting. But he doesn't say anything.

“I’ll be going now,” he says, clearing his throat.

“Right. Uh, thanks for coming.”

“Yeah. No problem.” He hesitates, then adds, “See you.”

You open the door for him. “Bye.”

It closes behind him with a soft click. You lean against it, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“God,” you whisper to yourself. Your body feels like it’s still holding the heat of his presence. 

You groan and press your palms to your face.

Mom is so dead.

—

It’s been two days since the first visit, and you’re still thinking about it.

You’re not trying to. But it happens anyway. You don’t usually come face-to-face with someone who looks like they walked out of a booktok romance novel, and you can’t help your hormones trying to play tricks on you. You feel bad for fantasizing about a stranger. Hell, you don’t even know his name! But little flashes of memory flood your brain: the way his deep voice sounded, the focused look in his face while he worked,  the way his shirt clung to his back when he bent down–

“Sweetie, can you be home around noon? I had to call the plumber again,” your mom says from the hallway, one arm already grabbing her bag. “That pipe’s still acting up. And I just got called for a midday turn.”

Your spoon froze halfway to your mouth. “Wait - the same plumber?”

“I think so. Reiner, right?”

You repeat it in your head a few times.

It fits him.

“Yes!” you answer a little too fast, nearly choking on your cereal. “Okay! Yeah, I can be home.”

This time, you prepare.

 You swap the booty shorts for a pleated, high-waisted skirt in a light color, and pair it with a cropped tee in a fabric thin enough to breathe, but thick enough to not flash anyone. You put your hair up with a clip, trying to look casual. It’s effortless. Or… it looks like it.

You’ve only changed three times and spent only 40 minutes washing your hair. That’s restraint.

When the doorbell rings at 12:07, you’re already by the door. You smooth your skirt one more time, look if your hair is tidy enough in the mirror, and open it.

Reiner’s there. Same gray t-shirt. Same toolbox. Same serious expression. But when his eyes land on you, his expression changes. His eyes soften, and the corners of his mouth tug up into the ghost of a smile.

“Hey,” he says.

You smile back, more confident than the last time. “Hi.”

The air between you still carries that trace of awkwardness, but it feels… different now.

“Uh,” he clears his throat, gaze flicking down the hall, “your mom said about the pipe is still leaking?”

You nod. “Yeah. She’s not home again, but I can show you.” You try not to sound too excited about being alone with him again. You fail.

As you lead him to the kitchen, you notice he follows a little closer this time. And just before you reach the sink, he asks:

“What’s your name, by the way?”

You turn your head over your shoulder. “Oh, right. We didn’t even introduce ourselves last time.”

You give him your name, and he repeats it back under his breath. You can’t tell if he’s committing it to memory or just savoring the way it sounds. Either way, it sends a quiet rush of heat up your neck.

“That’s pretty,” he says.

Your mouth opens, then closes. “Thanks,” you manage, voice small.

“I’m Reiner,” he adds.

“I know,” you reply, then immediately cringe. “I mean- my mom told me.”

He lets out a short laugh. You’re sure he can tell you’re nervous, but he doesn’t comment on it.

Instead, he sets the toolbox down with care, crouching beside the sink. He doesn’t move right away. His hand hovers near the cabinet handle like he’s waiting for something. Or maybe hoping you’ll say something first. So you gather whatever courage you can find and perch on the stool across from him, folding your hands in your lap to keep them from fidgeting.

“So… how come you’re so young and already doing this kind of work?”

He glances up, eyes meeting yours. “Thanks for saying I’m young,” he says, smiling. “People always think I’m older than I am.”

He shifts his weight, leaning against one knee. “It’s a family business. My uncle owns the company. I started helping out in high school, and then I just… stuck with it.”

You hum, eyes flicking to the tools spread out around him. You’re not sure what else to say, but you’re not ready for the conversation to end.

“And… do you get a lot of pipe emergencies in this building?”

“Not usually,” he answers, gaze softening each time he meets your face. “But I don’t mind coming back.”

You bite your lip, trying not to smile like an idiot. It doesn’t work, though.

Eventually, he crouches back down and gets to work. You stay in your usual spot and try to keep things casual. You crack a few jokes. You don’t know where the sudden boldness comes from, but maybe it's easier when he’s not looking right at you. He says he’s never encountered such a problematic sink before. You tell him it is clearly cursed, and maybe it’s haunted. He reciprocates, not missing a beat, “ If it starts talking to you, call someone else .”

You snort, loud enough that you immediately cover your mouth. He looks back from the sink and grins tenderly at you. Something flutters inside your chest. Not just because you’re able to joke with your hot plumber , but also because you’re making a connection with him. And he’s not just good to look at – he’s funny, kind, and patient.

He finishes adjusting the last bit of piping, runs the tap, checks the drainage, and stands up again, brushing his hands on a rag tucked into his back pocket.

“It’s not you guys,” he says. “It’s definitely the building. The piping system’s old and probably hasn’t been updated since… ever.”

You wince. “So we need to call our insurance?”

“Yeah. Or talk to the building association. Maybe both.”

“Ugh. Adult things,” you sigh dramatically

He lets out a low chuckle. “Yeah. It sucks.”

The two of you walk back to the entryway together, your shoulders brushing as you stop by the door. You want to say something. Something cool. Something casual. Like, we should hang out sometime when you're not covered in sink water. Ask for his number, maybe just his Instagram. But it seems all that boldness from earlier is gone. So, you just smile at him and twist the hem of your shirt with your fingers, already mentally resigning this to being a stupid little summer crush you’ll laugh about someday.

You glance up at him. He’s already grabbing the handle. He hesitates for a second before stepping out. And you already know what’s coming. Or rather, what isn’t.  All your fantasies crumble into pieces. You’ll probably cry to your friends in a few months. Remember that hot plumber? Yeah, never saw him again.

But, while you’re mentally grieving something that didn’t even start, he turns back around.

His brows pull together, like he’s debating something. Then, with a scratch to the back of his neck and a too-casual shrug, he says, “Hey. Uh… do you have a boyfriend?”

Your heart does a backflip.

“No,” you answer too fast for your liking.

He nods, trying not to look too relieved. “Cool. Uh… can I have your Instagram?”

You don’t even speak. You just reach for your phone from the piece of furniture by the door, nearly dropping it in your rush to unlock the screen. You hand it to him with shaking fingers. He huffs a quiet laugh and pulls out his phone, typing your username into the notes app. You catch a glimpse of his lock screen. A dog.

Of course he has a dog.

“I really enjoyed talking to you,” he says, already stepping backward down the hall.

You laugh, cheeks hot. “Same.”

“Bye,” he says your name as he says goodbye. It sounds beautiful coming from his lips.

“Bye, Reiner.”

You close the door. You stand there for a full five seconds, frozen. And then, you jump. Not even on purpose. Your whole body just lifts a little with the joy inside you. You cover your mouth with your hands like you’re afraid someone might hear you being this happy.

Your sink is still broken, insurance probably won’t help, it's still burning hot outside… But at least, Reiner asked you for your Instagram. 

Maybe this summer crush isn’t so stupid after all.

—

That same evening, you’re lying on your bed, scrolling aimlessly, still half-warm from the heat that still clings to the apartment. Your phone buzzes.

🔔 @/reinerbraun has sent you a follow request.

You sit up so fast that the sheet tangles around your ankles. Your heart skips, and you tap the notification without thinking. You almost dropped your phone in the process. Again. You really need to start being more careful with your belongings. You hit accept immediately, then you tap on his profile. For someone who looked straight out of a magazine, his Instagram is… normal. It kind of comforts you. He has roughly a thousand followers. Most of his feed is snapshots of daily life: photos at family gatherings, someone’s birthday with a cake held off-center, a selfie with a brunette kid (probably a nephew, maybe a cousin)... He has a few gym pics, grainy mirror selfies… And then the dog. You recognize her from his lockscreen. Big, golden, floppy-eared. She reminds you of him.

You’ve been lurking for almost an hour – zooming in, reading old captions, stalking his friends’ profiles without shame – when another notification flashes across your screen.

📩 @/reinerbraun replied to your story highlight: “Cute ☺️”

Your stomach flips. You forgot that story was even pinned. It’s a selfie of you holding your cat from months ago, blurry and badly liy, your face half-hidden behind fur.

You quickly reply: “omg i forgot that was even there haha. thanks 😳”

A moment later, he responds: “How’s the sink situation btw?”

You grin and sink into your sheets, already typing.

“we still haven’t call insurance, but they’ll ignore us anyway”

You keep texting for a while. It’s easier over text (probably because you don’t have to look directly at his face…). At some point, you ask about his dog, and he sends you a photo of her sleeping next to him. You send one of your cat in retaliation, accompanied by a text that says “ enemy spotted ”. He reacts with a laughing emoji. Sends a meme. You trade voice notes. You enjoy talking to him. He’s funny, and sweet, too.

You don’t want it to end.

But after a while, it does. Your last message – something dumb and kind of flirty, something you wouldn't even know how to respond to if roles were reversed – sits there. Sent. You check again. He’s not online anymore. You stare at the screen longer than you want to admit. You try to brush it off. He’s probably busy , you tell yourself, but still, the ache in your chest lingers. You put your phone face down on your nightstand and roll onto your side, pulling the blanket up even though it’s too hot. 

He was probably just being polite. Just small talk. Still, when you close your eyes, your chest aches a little.

And you don’t have good dreams that night.

The next morning, the sun pulls you out of sleep early. You wake up sticky, already reaching for your phone with half-lidded eyes.

One notification:

(@/reinerbraun) “Sorry, had to run out last night. Something came up. Wasn’t trying to ghost you.”

You read it three times, relief warming you again. But then you notice he hasn’t responded to what you said or follow up the conversation. Still, you type back: “no worries! ^^”

He doesn’t answer. Not that hour. Not that day.

At first, you check your phone constantly. Refresh the chat like something might change if you just stare hard enough. Then, gradually, you stop checking. 

The first few days are the worst. You’re sad and feel like crying. But being frank, that’s on you for getting your hopes up with a stranger.

You’ll end up forgetting him.

—

It’s been a few weeks.

Reiner fades into the background of your mind like a dream you end up forgetting throughout the day. You never unfollowed him. Never deleted the chat. But you're not sad anymore. You can’t afford to spend your whole summer mourning a near-miss. Earth continues spinning.

You continue living your life. One morning, your mom storms out of her room mid-call, muttering something under her breath.

“I swear, they do nothing. We’ve had leaks for weeks now,” she snaps, typing something on her phone. “I’m calling someone else. I’m done with this.”

And then she’s gone, shoes smacking down the hallway and keys jingling behind her. You’re used to this, so you don’t bother to ask. You go back to lounging on the couch, same spot as always, wearing a short beach dress that’s your lightest piece of clothing. It’s a hot summer Sunday, and all your friends have family gatherings, so you don’t have anything to do. You decide to spend your day scrolling through your phone. Your phone is already overheating on your chest when your eyelids start drooping. You fall asleep mid-scroll.

Ding-dong!

The ring of the doorbell pulls you out of your sleep.

Your body reacts before your brain catches up, legs swinging over the side of the couch as you get up. You’re still foggy, limbs heavy with sleep, and you move mechanically, without thinking much about what you’re doing. You open the door mid-yawn –

Oh.

Reiner.

He looks almost the same as the last time you saw him. His hair is a little longer, a little messier. There’s the faintest trace of facial hair, just a few days’ worth, like he shaved recently but didn’t bother to keep up with it. He’s wearing a different tee, but it fits the same way. And he’s also holding the same toolbox. You’ve forgotten this is exactly how you met him. You’ve forgotten him at all.

You blink, heart stammering in your chest. “…Hi.”

“Hey,” he says. Then lets out a small, awkward chuckle. “Deja vu?”

“Yeah,” you reply. “I, uh… wasn’t expecting you.”

“Your mom called this morning. Said it got worse.”

You nod. “Yeah. The kitchen is basically flooded.”

You both smile, but it doesn’t seem genuine. This time, there’s also tension in the air, but for different reasons than the first time. It makes you uncomfortable. You wait for him to say something, to apologize. But he just shifts and looks behind you. “Can I…?”

“Oh, yeah- come in,” you step aside and let him pass.

You feel the tension again. He doesn’t look back at you, doesn’t smile, doesn’t start polite small talk. He knows this isn’t just a normal encounter anymore. He sets the toolbox down by the counter, and you expect him to get to work immediately, so you debate whether you should just go somewhere else to make things less awkward. But instead of going straight to work, he looks at you..

“I wanted to say sorry,” he confesses. “About… not replying. I didn’t mean to ghost you.”

You don’t know what to say. So you just offer a half-shrug. “It’s fine. You didn’t owe me anything.”

“I know. But I still feel like I should’ve said something.” He exhales, scratching the back of his neck.   “I don’t use social media much. And I’ve been working a lot. Some personal things happened… Anyways, I’m really sorry.”

His voice falters at the end, so you put your sweetest smile on your face and nod sympathetically. “Seriously, Reiner. It’s okay. We only knew each other for, like, two days. It’s not like we were –”

“I was afraid I led you on,” he says, cutting you off. His voice is lower now. “I don’t want you to think I was just being polite. Because I wasn’t.”

You swallow. Your chest beats faster with each of his words. You meet his eyesand something in you stirs.

He looks down, like calculating his words, then lifts his eyes back to you. “I was really interested in you,” he continues. “I still am. I wanted to ask you out. That day. But I chickened out.”

Your chest fills so fast it aches. You can barely hear him over the sound of your heartbeat, fluttering wild against your ribs in violent moves.

“So… I was wondering,” he adds, “if you wanted to go out sometime. To get to know each other. This time for real.”

A grin spreads across your face before you can stop it. A genuine one. You curl your fingers into the center of your palm, pressing your nails in gently to ground yourself and not jump out of excitement.

“I’d love that.” 

After that, he gets to work. You sit on your usual stool, but this time, you’re not paying attention. You barely register the sounds of tools clicking or the distant splash of water. Your brain is too occupied fantasizing about what you two could do once you go out. Somewhere between your tenth fantasy and the imagined sound of him saying your name again, he straightens. 

“That should do it for now,” he says, turning the faucet off with a final twist. “Leak’s sealed.”

You nod, blinking back into reality. He walks with you to the door, and like the last time, he lingers. “That was nice,” he murmurs.

You nod again, a little dazed. Your gaze is fixed on him, and you barely notice how close you’ve gotten. His scent surrounds you. He smells like sweat mixed with deodorant, but you like it. He smells manly. It stirs something inside you. Without noticing, you get closer. You don’t plan to kiss him. You just… do. You rise on your toes slowly, tilting your head as your eyes flick to his mouth. You close the space, nervous but sure. His eyes widen in surprise, and for one second, your stomach drops.

Shit. Did I just –

But then one of his hands is on your waist, the other gently cupping your cheek. He kisses you back.

His lips are surprisingly gentle and soft, a contradiction to everything else about him. You wrap your arms around his neck, tilting your chin just right to stay there, toes straining. It’s a chaste, innocent kiss, but you don’t want it to finish. Eventually, your calves start to ache. You lower yourself off your toes, and the kiss breaks. He has a faint pink color on his cheeks.

You smile, a little sheepish. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t resist.”

He smiles back at you and grabs you, mouth crashing into yours again. This time, the kiss is messier and deeper. His tongue brushes your lips, and you open instinctively, letting him in. 

You whimper into his mouth, the sound muffled by the contact. His hands are everywhere – your waist, your back, your face. Yours slide into his hair, fingers tangling in the strands at the nape of his neck. He groans softly as you pull, and something about that sound goes straight into your core.

He pulls back, breathing hard. “I’m sorry if I’m going too fast…”

You shake your head, lips parted. “Don’t worry… I like it.”

You kiss him again. His hands slid up your thighs, lifting you like you weigh nothing. You gasp, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you, still kissing while he walks you through the apartment. He kicks open a door. Your room. Then closes it behind him. He tosses you gently onto the bed. You land with a bounce, blinking up at him as he stands there, breath heavy, muscles rising and falling beneath his tight shirt. 

And… then it hits you.

Your heart pounds against your ribs. What you think is happening, it’s happening. You’re obviously not a virgin, but the last time you had sex was months ago, before breaking up with your ex. You're also not used to hook-up culture, never done it in your life. Reiner notices, kneels beside you, and brushes your hair back.

“We don’t have to do anything,” he says quietly. “I don’t want to ruin this.”

You bite your lip, then reach for his hand. “I want to,” you whisper. “I want you.”

And with that, he’s on you again.

This time, his kisses are hungrier.  He nips at your lips, sucks on your tongue, his hands gripping you everywhere. His body settles over you, one knee nudging between your legs until your thighs fall open. His mouth moves from your lips to your neck, down the line of your collarbone, dragging his tongue over your skin and savouring you. His hand slips under the hem of your dress, fingers brushing along your thigh. You arch up into him.

“You’re so soft…” he groans when his fingers touch your bare thigh.

His hands push the fabric up until the dress is bunched around your waist. His mouth moves to your stomach, your hip, kissing slowly like he’s trying to memorize every inch of you. When his fingers hook into the waistband of your underwear, he pauses and looks up at you.

You nod.

He slides them down and stares at your bare cunt like a hungry man.

“You’re beautiful.”

You reach for his shirt and tug. He lifts his arms so you can pull it off, revealing everything you had only imagined: broad chest, toned muscles covered by a soft layer of fat, a soft trail of blonde hair disappearing into his jeans. You run your hands all over him, fingers tracing muscle and skin like you’re the one memorizing him now. He continues kissing down your body, now trailing soft kisses in your inner thighs until he meets your entrance. There, he press a soft kiss in your clit. You gasp, fingers flying to his hair. His tongue slides out and he starts licking. His mouth is hot, wet, his lips wrapping around your clit, and then his tongue dragging along your entrance. He hums low when you arch beneath him, and the sound sends sparks straight to your cunt. One of his hands grips your thigh. The other moves between your legs, fingers slicking through your folds before pressing inside, sliding one finger inside of you. Then another. You’re so wet, so you don’t put much pressure. He pumps them slow at first, then faster, curling them at just the right angle, matching the rhythm of his tongue. You’re panting now, your thighs trembling around his head. You feel your release building with each movement, with each flick of his tongue, each thrust of his fingers –

“Reiner -” you moan, feeling it.

Your body tenses, back arching off the bed as your orgasm hits hard and fast, your legs pressing around his head. He doesn’t stop, helping you through it. He groans against you and drinks every last drop of your juices. When you’re done, he sits up. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, lips soaked with your cum. He licks his lips with his eyes locked up with yours, and you almost faint.

You’re still catching your breath, legs still shaky from the aftershocks of release, when Reiner moves back up your body. He kisses you, and you taste your release in his mouth. His weight settles again over you, and you part your legs to welcome him.

Your fingers find the waistband of his jeans.

He starts unbuckling his belt, but then stops. “Wait, do you have a condom?”

You nod and reach over, opening the drawer of your nightstand. You’re grateful now that you didn’t throw them out. He takes one from your hand, kissing your knuckles as he pulls back. He strips, pulling his jeans and boxers down in one single motion.

His cock springs free, slapping lightly against his abdomen.

Your mouth waters at the sight. He’s big. Not only an above average size, but also thick. Veins run along his shaft, tip flushed and glistening. He’s more than you expected, more than you’ve ever had. Your thighs squeeze together instinctively. You’re not even sure how you’ll fit him.

He notices you staring and smirks.

“Like what you see?” He says as he tears the condom open and rolls it on with ease.

You can’t even respond.

He settles over you again, and your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him close. His hand reaches down to guide himself into your entrance. You feel the head of his cock slide trough your folds, and you moan with your lip between your teeth.

He pauses and looks up at you. He wants to see your face when he enters.

Then, he presses in.

You gasp, loud, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your body stretches around him. It’s been a while since you last had sex, and he’s too big. It burns at first. Your nails dig into his shoulder as he groans, holding himself back.

“Fuck,” he hisses, forehead resting agaisnt yours. “You’re so tight.”

He doesn’t push all the way in yet. He shifts his thumb down your clit and starts rubbing slow, gentle circles. You exhale shakily, the pain easing into heat. Your walls relax, and he presses deeper. Both of you moan when he bottoms out, his hips flush against yours. You feel so full.

“Does it hurt?” he asks, his voice gentler now.

You shake your head, lips parted and eyes half-lidded. “No. Feels… amazing.”

He waits one more second. Then pulls back and starts to move. The pace builds fast, he doesn’t hold back anymore. His hips snap forward with force, and you cry out, your head falling back as he drives into you over and over. His cock hits deeper, deeper than anyone ever has, brushing your cervix with every thrust.

Stars explode behind your eyes.

He grabs your hips, shifting your angle, and suddenly he’s hitting that spot – that place inside you that makes you forget your own name. You moan, and he isn’t silent either. He grunts as he fucks into you, sweat beading at his temple, his hair sticking slightly to his forehead as he slams into you with brutal rhythm.

“You feel – fuck – you feel so good,” he groans.

His fingers find your clit again, rubbing in fast, messy circles, syncing with the snap of his hips.

“I’m gonna -” he gasps. “I’m gonna cum.”

You fall apart beneath him, crying out his name over and over. “Oh my god - ReinerReinerReiner -”

White-hot pleasure surges through you, stronger than before, your body spasming around him. He lets out a broken moan, thrusting deep one last time and staying there, pressed flush against you as he comes. You feel the twitch of his cock inside the condom, feel him holding himself together just before he collapses over you, trembling form the release.

The room is quiet, except for the sound of your breathing. His body is warm and heavy on top of you, but you’re too tired to notice the pressure of having a very heavy man above you. 

Eventually, he lifts his head and kisses your temple. He pulls out gently, careful with your oversensitive body, then slips off the condom and ties it before tossing it into the trash bin near your desk. He crawls back into the bed beside you and pulls you close. You curl into him, naked and flushed, cheek pressed to his chest, fingers tracing lazy circles over his ribs.

“I still want to take you on a date,” he says before kissing your hair.

You laugh like a flustered schoolgirl. “That’s fine by me.”

“How about we take a shower and go get something to eat?”

[tastesousweet]

⭒ blurb : the fever

bf!hamzah x poc!reader

summary : blurb based on this request!!!! or hamzah takes care of reader while she's sick

mickey speaks : i hope u enjoyyyy, more of my hamzah works can be found here <3 also i’m updating my tag list so pls lmk if you’d liked to be tagged in any fics in the future

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there's no worse way to start your morning than in a pool of your own sweat and reading a thermometer displaying 101.2°F.

without any strength to attempt to leave your bed and no appetite to drive you to perseverance, you're left slumped lazily against your hot pillow.

just as your blinks begin to slow and your eyes droop low, an irritating sequence of vibrations beam from your phone. you pinch your eyes and let out a slightly dramatic but definitely necessary whine that turns into a groan as you stretch your arms far above your head.

you take your time, hoping whoever is waiting on the other line takes the hint by the forth ring that you’re busy drowning in your misery. you open your eyes just a peek before the ringing completely stops.

a relieved sigh comes over you as you lift your plush comforter over your head in hopes of reducing any natural light your windows allow to shine into your cluttered room.

it rings once more.

“fuck!” you let a blip of rage slip out in a seething tone, kicking your feet against your mattress harshly (an immature way of expressing yourself which makes you feel fifteen again; annoyed by your old obnoxious alarm clock).

you pull the oversized covers from your face and lean over to fiddle and grab your phone from its charging dock on your jagged, wooden night stand.

your tight expression is slightly shattered when you see the large text and tiny image in the corner of the facetime call displaying your boyfriend’s name and face.

you swipe to answer, falling back onto your pillow and covering your torso with the comforter once more (after having stripped of any clothing throughout the sleepless night).

your pouty face goes to the corner of the call as hamzah displays largely across your screen. he’s set his phone on top of his dashboard, still focused on actively driving when you answer.

“heyy, whatcha’ doing? haven’t responded to my texts at all, i was gettin’ worried..” his tongue plays with the gum in his mouth, popping multiple tiny bubbles at once.

your voice gives an unexpected voice crack, “i’m doing terrible,” hamzah’s a bit thrown off by your response but you don’t acknowledge his facial expression, instead you rub your eyes, “where are you going?”

“what happened?!” he arrives at a red light and looks at you while he’s stopped, “did you not sleep well? i was on my way to get you- thought we were playin’ pickleball today with martin and mandy.”

“eughhhh, i totally forgot about that- i’ll have to text and tell them i can’t anymore i’m like dyinggg, h. my temperature’s over 100.” you sniffle and groan.

“nah, don’t worry about that i’ll tell ‘em we can’t make it. you just stay put and i’ll be over in like- just a sec, okay?” he keeps glancing over to look at you which you appreciate, though you prefer for him to pay attention- but you don’t necessarily feel like getting into a back in forth with him over his driving habits right now.

“m’kayyyy you’re the best, love you.” you thank him gently, blowing a kiss towards the camera.

“mmm i like hearing that. you’re my favorite.” he smiles to himself, “yeah, um, i’ll see you in a bit- maybe try and get some sleep though, girl?”

“i’ll try,” you whisper.

“okay, be right there, love you.”

✧₊⁺

you’re not sure how long hamzah’s been at your side when you eventually wake up again to him sat next to you, looking through one of your many 2000s magazines.

you tap his knee silently, seemingly in a better mood after some well needed rest and the comfort of waking up in hamzah’s presence.

he displays a faux since of shock, “wow and she’s somehow even prettier when awake!”

you smile and slip your hand under your cheek as you lay and look at him, “hi, when’d you get here?”

he places your magazine down next to him, "got here maybe two hours ago? i stopped by a store and grabbed you some medicine to take and some other essentials like kitkats and iced tea- did you know hilary duff and lindsay lohan had hella back and forth beef??"

you nod, "duh, of course i do! and getting me snacks wowwww you're so perfect, huh?"

hamzah playfully shrugs his arms up and down, "a little somethin' like thattt, just for you."

you laugh but begin to cough uncontrollably, to which hamzah screws his face up in faux disgust; you stare, "thanks."

“nahh i’m playing,” he grabs one of your hands and kisses the back of it, “do you need me to do anything?”

“can you come brush my teeth with me?”

he nods immediately, standing up and picking your body (wrapped delicately in your covers) up and carrying you bridal-style into the bathroom down your skinny hallway.

on the way there you laugh again which leads to another coughing fit which you cover as much as you possibly can. hamzah teasingly stretches you away from him whining out an “eeuuuhhhh!!!” but you are quick to give him a glare that has him giggling and apologizing by curling you back into his broad chest smacking a few million kisses onto your cheek.

you push his face away in warning, “stop it you’re gonna get sick, stupid!!!!”

✧₊⁺

hamzah stands between your legs as you sit on the counter and brush your teeth. he thinks you look like an angel- or maybe a tooth fairy with the suds elegantly surrounding your mouth. despite your runny nose, hot, clammy skin and sleepy eyes, the white comforter manages to compliment your complexion in the most beautiful of ways. the sight in front of him was weirdly so angelic… “so pretty…” he lets his thoughts trickle into the air.

you pause your movements and look up at him starting to grin before scooting to the side and spitting into the sink. he grins and decides to joke with you a bit, scratching the back of his neck and blowing a raspberry into the air next to him, “did i say pretty?? i meant so ….sickly??” he squints his eyes a little trying to figure out where exactly he’s going with this, “because you’ve come down with something…. bad.”

you roll your eyes and shake your head, “it sounds like you want to call me beautiful…” you bat your eyelashes as you quote him through a mouthful of toothpaste and an insane urge to laugh.

hamzah laughs for you and wipes his eyes exclaiming, “enough! let’s wrap this up.”

✧₊⁺

hamzah made you take medicine and eat top ramen with him before you lay back down in bed. now you're lying up against your headboard watching reruns of sabrina the teenage witch with blankets curled up to your chin.

when hamzah finally comes back into your room he knocks twice before stepping into the space; he’s adorned with an arrangement of white tiger lilies in his hand and a small smile on his face.

you’re absolutely shocked, “what the fuck??? h, when’s you have time to get those?!” you prop yourself up and he hands them to you.

“i saw a little shop that was closing up when i was on my way back to my place just now; it’s cute you’d like it,” he moves to lay next to you.

“thank you,” you look at him lovingly, “for everything today; you treat me so well. how were the kitties doin’?”

“mhmm, they’re fine missin’ you though.” hamzah feels a since of pride from your words, taking the flowers from your hand and setting them on your nightstand (next to a roll of toilet paper you’ve used for your runny nose and a few empty water bottles). he turns back to you and brings his hand up to hold your face, “you’re so easy to treat well.” he leans closer to your face and your eyes shift down to his lips before you’re pulling away.

you playfully scoff and shake your head no, “nuh uh, i’m not getting you sick!”

“baby i’ve been around you all day and feel fine!! my immune system is the best there is, ‘promise.” he traces your lips with his thumb gently.

“you’re sooo…” you mumble the scold, turn on your side to move away from him.

he leans over you giggling, “amazing?” he kisses your cheek. “perfect?” another closer to your lips, “you’ve said them all before!” he sets a sweet kiss to your pouty lips before retreating back lie against the pillow next to you.

“i was gonna say needy but those work as well…” you grumble and smile to your self, “hold me?” you ask a bit louder, peeking over your shoulder to see hamzah drop his phone and immediately give you the attention you want from him, nuzzling you close and kissing your neck softly.

✧₊⁺

a few weeks later via Out of Character on YouTube

martin: yeah, and you’ve been freaking sick the past week and a half! how was that?

hamzah: very whimsical and magical. i’m kidding obviously it sucks and y/n was actually the one to give it to me! i’m not blaming but i am.

martin: i think that’s the worst part about having a girlfriend like if she’s sick you’re gonna get sick too- mandy’s like a freaking warrior though she’s never sick. it’s actually really odd.

hamzah: it’s because she’s a nurse, i think

martin: actually dude?

hamzah: yeah i read about it (he’s lying)

[psycholattemacchiato]

cats and cuddles

pairings: minho x gn!reader

warnings: fluff; cuteness; getting scratched by a cat; minho being utterly sweet; jealous minho(not much);

summary: when minho asks you to spend a chill day with him, and his three cats, you can't say no. but he can't stand that you spend his cats more affection than him.

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"Are you free on saturday?" You hear Minho's voice over the phone. "Depends" You shoot back almost instantly with a grin on your face, because you can basically hear Minho roll his eyes. "Do you want to come visit me and Sooni, Doongi and Dori? They missed you." "You know you can just say, that you miss me, you don't need to use your cats as an excuse."

On saturday, you ring Minho's bell at exactly 10.13 am, as he tells you, that you are three minutes late, which you argue, was the bus' fault, and not yours. But you are lucky he is in a good mood and lets you in.

It would have been quite uncomfortable to stand outside on a november day, and despite wearing a hoodie and sweats you started to freeze on your way from the bus station to Minho's apartment.

You squeeze yourself past him, and kick off your shoes. Then you shuffle inside, to greet Sooni, Dori and Doongi, not sparing Minho a second look, because if you believe his words, the cats had missed you more.

You plop yourself on the floor, and Dori is the first one to come around, immediately jumping in your lap and closing her eyes while you pet her fur. Occasionally you can hear a purring sound coming from her, but other than that you are pretty sure she is sleeping.

After a while Sooni tries to also lie on your lap, but Dori doesn't want to share, so you try and keep her happy, with petting her too, while Doongi just came for a quick greeting and then goes back to her little cat tent.

It was just then, that the thought crossed your mind, that Minho had to be around somewhere.

"I completely forgot to ask you how you are, Minho. Sorry, but now, hello, and how are you?" You turn your head slightly to see him standing in the doorframe, also in sweats, and a plain shirt. With your head you gesture him to sit down on the floor too, since you have no free hand. He follows through and sits down opposite of you, so that you are both facing eachother. "'m fine. How was your week?" "Fine actually, but now it's even better."

He raises an eyebrow. "Your cats are comforting me, it makes my whole week, and the thought that they missed me, makes it even better." You explain, trying to get a reaction out of him, and getting him to admit, he missed you too.

But the reaction is still missing. Instead he just nods.

You spend at least half an hour sitting there in silence and petting the cats, when Minho suddenly gets up. Surprised, you look up at him, to see him frowning, while walking around you, to go to the kitchen. "Wanna have a coffee? With cookies?" You hear him ask from the kitchen. "You're asking me?" "Of course, who would I ask else? Dori?" He huffs out.

You get the slightest feeling, that he is in a bad mood, and if you didn't know him better, you'd say, he's jealous of Dori, because she's still laying in your lap, like a queen.

"Sure, coffee and cookies sound good." You smile to yourself at the thought of coffee.

A few minutes later Minho enters the living room with two cups of coffee in one hand and a plate full of cookies in the other. He sets them down on a little coffee table and carries it way over, to where you are sitting.

"Thank you." You say to him, gratefully. He just nods, since he is too busy already sipping his coffee.

You try to maneuver Dori out of your lap, but once you put her down on the floor, she is back on your lap in a matter of seconds. No matter how often you try to put her off, she comes back again, and it makes you laugh, while Minho looks quite annoyed, and tells her repeatedly to get off of you.

It all makes you laugh even more. "You know, you can let her stay on my lap, its not like she's too heavy or anything." You say while taking your first bite of a cookie. "Hmm, delicious." You hum in acknowlegement.

And there is the silence again. The silence in which you both eat your cookies and sip your coffees.

After the coffee and cookies you stand up for the first time since you got to Minho's place, much to Dori's dislike. But this time you want to bring the plate and cups to the kitchen, so that Minho doesn't have to do all the work alone. When you get back to the living room, you hear Minho mumble something, but you pay it no second thought, and once you enter the room you burst out laughing, because the view is just hilarious.

Minho has his index finger raised, and seemed to try to tell Dori something important, while she just licked her paws and paid no attention to the male in fron of her.

The second Minho hears you laugh he turns around so quick, you think he wanted to do a pirouette. "What were you telling my poor Dori, huh?" You ask him while walking to said cat and picking her up.

At your action he frowns and pouts slightly.

"So she's 'your' Dori now? And what is with me? You came over to MY place, to hang out with ME." He blurts out and that makes you laugh again.

But you decide you want to tease him a bit longer, so you say: "Aw, my poor Mihno, have I made you feel neglected today? But I thought your cats were the only ones who missed me."

"You're really gonna make me say it?" He sighs. "Make you say what?" You ask feigning innocence. "That I missed you, even more that Dori, okay?"

"Now I'm good. That's what I wanted to hear." You grin at him and he rolls his eyes as answer. "You made me say it, now come on, I need my affection too. you can't spend it all on my cats."

You comply without saying anything, putting Dori away, while you make yourself comfortable with your back leaning against the couch. Then you pet your lap.

Both Dori and Minho took it as an invitation, and attempted to make themselves comfortable on your lap. But Dori did not, like that Minho was faster and decides, to hit him with her paw. Unfortunately she has her claws out, so that she scratches him lightly on his cheek. The sensation makes Minho hiss, while you gently push the cat away.

"Are you okay? Or do I need to kiss it better?" You ask him. "Kiss please." Minho mumbles barely audible. "Okay, where does it hurt the most?" You decide not to tease him this time, not when he is hurt.

"Here." He says, pointing to his lips and you laugh. "Sneaky." "No she hurt me there. Need you to kiss it better." Even though you know Dori's claws hit Minho's cheek, and not his mouth you don't say anything but lean down to kiss his lips.

When you pull away he whines lightly at the loss of contact but as soon as you start to pepper feather light kisses on his face he just sighs.

Once you are done, with the procedure, you kiss him again on the lips, before you maneuver him from your lap to lay down on the couch and pat the space next to you.

"C'mon. Let's cuddle. I'll shower you with all my affection, so you never need to be jealous of your cat again."

Minho is laying next to you within a second, enclosing his arms around you, and embracing you with warmth. You throw your arms around his neck and kiss his cheek, before he moves to lays his head on your chest and you nuzzle your nose in his hair.

That way you stay until evening. Then you eventually fall asleep and don't even hear someone enter the room.

[pitchsidestories]

Everything I know about female friendship II Arsenal Women x Reader

romantic masterlist | platonic masterlist | word count: 2136

summary: Everyone in your flat share has moved on, except you. There used to be five of you, Alessia, Victoria, Laura, Laia and you, and now you think you're celebrating New Year's Eve alone in a flat that, if the pictures on the wall were anything to go by, was once full of friendship.

author's note: Dear readers, we hope you'll have a fantastic New Year’s Eve and a great start into 2025; however you choose to celebrate it.🫶🏻🫶🏻

This New Years’ Eve felt significantly different from all the others before. This year you weren’t out partying, dancing until the early morning hours and you also didn’t spend the night with your housemates and a bottle of champagne in your shared living room.

For the first time since you moved to London you were alone. Everyone that had shared the house with you at some point, had already moved out again. There was no Laura, no Victoria, no Laia and no Alessia anymore. Just you.

You really thought you had made peace with the idea that you would end the old year and start the new year alone. But sitting there, waiting for the hours to pass, the emptiness started to feel weirdly heavy. To counteract the silence, you put your favourite record on and opened a bottle of wine that you had saved for this night.

While you were pouring yourself a glass, a sudden ringing on your doorbell made you jump and almost spill some of your wine.

“I’m coming!”, you called out. Leaving your glass on the table, you slowly walked towards the door. As soon as you opened it, Victoria beamed at you: “Surprise!”

You didn’t know what to say. Victoria and Laura stood in front of you, their arms linked. Laia and Alessia appeared right behind them with multiple bags in hand.

“Wow, I thought…”, you stammered but Alessia didn’t let you finish.

“That we’re all celebrating somewhere without you?”

You nodded hesitantly: “Actually, yes.”

“Wrong!”, Laura clarified quickly and pushed past you into her old home without waiting for you to beckon them in.

You let the other girls pass without protest as well. Laia was the last one. She looked up towards the clouded sky one last time before going inside: “I wish the weather was better though.”

You almost snorted. Whenever she had the chance, Laia would bring up how bad the weather in England was compared to Spain.

Victoria rolled her eyes: “You will survive, Laia.”

”Would a hug help?”, you asked to which the Spaniard nodded immediately.

“Yes.”

“Knew it.”, you laughed before pulling her towards you. With your chin resting on Laias shoulder, you forgot for a moment that she didn’t live here anymore.

You stayed there until you heard Alessia yell from the kitchen: “Oh my god, we need to upgrade your dinner for tonight!”

Laia and you followed the others into the next room. You shrugged nonchalantly: “What’s the problem with wine and crackers?”

“With wine, you need Italian food.”, Alessia stated.

“And a spanish dessert.”, Laia added before turning to the other two Arsenal players that were too busy with their lips on each other to care about any kind of food. “And no, Vicky and Laura, you cannot each other up. Respect the single ladies here!”

“And we want to contribute some Dutch and Austrian food.”, the defender explained with a cheeky smile on her lips.

You couldn't help but get a little sentimental as you watched your friends teasing each other, reminding you of the time when you all called these four walls your home. The melancholy hit you out of nowhere and your heart was torn into a million pieces, but the presence of your friends managed to put the many shattered pieces back together again.

“Man, how I missed you girls.”, you sighed whole-heartedly.

There was an amused sparkle in Alessia’s eyes when she replied to your comment: “We still see each other in training. We’re not completely gone.”

“Yes, just because we moved out doesn’t mean we’re not your friends anymore you idiot.”, Victoria reminded you with her direct Dutch manner.

Instead of looking into anyone’s eyes you focused on the flickering candlelight in front of you, while you admitted: “I know that. It just sometimes feels a bit lonely. I miss the random talks in the living room and stuff like that.”

 “No wonder you’re a bit down the music is depressing.”, Laia observed, making her way to your beloved record player.

Maybe because the Spaniard herself went through dark times in her football career she was the one who was able to find the lightness in every moment so easily it was an art the defender perfected over time.

“Don’t turn that off!”, you protested smiling weakly.

“Can anyone help me to top the pizzas or not?”, asked the blonde striker.

Luckily for her the Austrian was the first to offer her help as they swiftly went to the kitchen to give the food the last finishing touches before it was put into the oven.

Alessia's face was one of pure concentration: “What do you think more cheese?”

“Of course, more cheese!”, Laura declared.

The half-Italian nodded in agreement: “Alright.”

“Laia put on something more.”, Victoria began but was confidently interrupted by the Catalan woman.

She assured her grinning: “You don’t have to tell me, I’ve the best playlist for that.”

“Excuse me!?”, you formed your lips to a pout which could almost compete with Leah Williamson’s one as Laia switched to Latin dance music.

Laia's brown eyes twinkled mischievously at you, her hips starting to swing to the rhythm of the beat: “Just trust me on this.”

“Fine, but I won’t dance.”, you quickly clarified.

She shrugged unimpressed by your statement: “You don’t have to.”

“Good.”, you replied.

“But you will later.”, Laia stated firmly.

A soft smile was playing on your lips: “I’m unsure about that.”

“Girls, the pizza is done.”, Alessia chirmed, the delicious smell of the Italian dish which was made by her family recipe filled up the room.

When she and Laura placed the finished pizzas fresh from the oven on the table, Victoria clapped excitedly:” Amazing.”

“Come try it.”, the Austrian said, waving Victoria over to her.

While the midfielder sat down, Laura cut her a piece of pizza and held it in front of her face so she could take a bite.

Victoria chewed happily: “It’s so delicious.”

One after the other, you all joined the table, pouring each other wine and trying the pizzas.

You watched all your friends crowded your kitchen like they used to do a few months ago.

“At least you’re all happy now.”, you grinned.

Laia turned to you with a raised eyebrow: “You should be happy too.”

“I am.”, you replied a little too quickly. A half-truth that came too easily and that was hard to describe to other people.

Alessia shook her head. As usual, she looked right through you: “She is not.”

“Rude.”, you said. You weren’t offended but a little taken aback by how quickly she caught on to your lie.

The striker remained unimpressed: “At least you haven’t told your face that yet.”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, you hadn’t realized that you were frowning. Your eyebrows had begun to knit together, creating a small crease on her forehead, and her molars were clenched together. A bit longer and you would have given yourself a headache by the end of the evening.

Victoria refilled your now empty wine glass with a gracious smile: “Yes, so how are you really.”

You took a deep breath, preparing yourself to let your guard down: “I’m okay.”

“You’re sure?”, Laura asked for confirmation.

“Yes. I just get a bit sad and nostalgic around the end of the year.”, you finally admitted.

Your friends went quiet. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence but rather a thoughtful one which was quickly ended by Laia looking at you incredulously: “But you can be proud of yourself.”

“Proud? Are you serious?”, you laughed.

“Obviously I’m serious.”, the Spaniard nodded, glaring at you sternly.

You shook your head, the crease between your brows making a reappearance: “Of what?“

“Oh my god, are you kidding?”, Victoria suddenly burst out.

“No.”

The dutch midfielder heaved a frustrated sigh. “Remember when you moved in here? Look at you now.”

The memories came back with force like a ball hitting you right into the face during a football game. It was one and a half years ago and you should have been overjoyed to have just signed your first contract for Arsenal, but all your thoughts were preoccupied with your recent break-up. Your move to London was the last straw for your ex, she ended the relationship via text. The majority of your first few weeks at Arsenal were only made bearable by your housemates.

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh about your past self: “Vicky, I was a heartbroken wreck back then.”

“That’s what I’m saying! You’re so over it! You’ve grown so much as a player and as a person!”, she disagreed with you passionately.

You let your gaze wander lovingly over the faces of your beloved friends before concluding: “I grew only because of all of you.”

“Hey, no. With us all.”, Alessia corrected you promptly with a knowing smile playing on her pink lips.

She was right about that when you thought back fondly on the development of the friendship between the five of you.

The sense of togetherness you all developed on and off the pitch was nothing short of remarkable. Even at hard times when things with the head coach got difficult you stood together. Yes, you had befriended teammates in the past, but the true power of female friendship was evident in your former roommates.

“You’re right, Laia’s English improved so much since she moved to London.”, you remembered smirking.

“Excuse me?”, the Spaniard huffed playfully.

Laura patted her shoulder sympathetically:” It’s true.”

“Yeah, yeah, okay.”, Laia admitted.

You gratefully squeezed the striker's hand: “Thanks for the pizza, Lessi. It was great as always.”

“You’re welcome. I tried to perfect the recipe in the past year.”, Alessia proudly raised her chin.

With curiosity in her voice, the Austrian wanted to know:” Is it originally from your Italian family side.”

“Of course.”, the blonde replied, her laugh warming even the coldest of hearts.

Meanwhile Laia rose solemnly from her chair:” You know what, girls?”

“What? It’s not midnight yet.”, you remarked after you checked it on your phone.  The time really flew by when you spent it with your friends. While the conversation and the wine flowed.

The defender rolled her eyes in annoyance:” I can read a clock, y/n. Thank you very much.”

“So?”, you looked at her with anticipation.

“Yes, what are we doing?”, Laura questioned matching your excitement.

“It’s time for dancing.”, Laia announced grinning roguishly.

“No.”, you objected.

“Yes.”, she answered, her voice full of enthusiasm.

“Laia”, you warned her as the Catalan pretended not to have heard the warning and took your hands to lift you from your chair.

“Come on, y/n.”, Laura interjected.

“Ugh.”, you groaned while the fellow Arsenal players started to dance around you.

Slowly you began to move your body to the music as well, feeling the weight of the year being lifted from your shoulders as Alessia chirped in your ears:”You’ll feel better afterwards.”

The promise which the sentence held turned out to be true. The melancholy wasn’t gone entirely, but there was a lightness in your steps now which was new tonight.  

“We’re such bad dancers.”, you laughed out loud.

“Who cares?!”, Alessia asked, flailing her arms as she spun in circles around the room.

You thought about if for a second and then nodded: “Good point, actually.”

Victoria who almost knocked a small golden table lamp from one of the dressers while doing the robot, reminded you: “It’s just us!”

“And that’s more than enough.”, you said fondly as you watched your friends doing silly dance moves in your living room like they used to.

They didn’t hear you though. Instead, the music stopped, and your teammates suddenly scrambled through your apartment. A glance towards the clock revealed why. It was five minutes before midnight. Victoria and Laura ran out on the balcony, carrying snacks while Alessia and Laia frantically filled champagne glasses.

You met on the balcony exactly at midnight, quickly clinking your glasses together.

“Happy New Year everyone!”, Laura yelled into the night sky, right as the fireworks started around you.

Victoria pressed a quick kiss to the Austrians cheek before turning back to the group in front of her: “Happy New Year, girls!”

Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest as you just stood there on the balcony, watching your former housemates and current teammates sip on their champagne and light some sparklers.

The nostalgia was still there but less sad and heavy. It started to transform into something that filled you with hopefulness and excitement for the new year. You felt at peace knowing that no matter what, the girls would always be by your side.

You blinked at them one more time: “Can’t wait for another year with my girls.”

gif and image source: https://www.tumblr.com/stargirlsfc/746487956612775936/lets-fucking-gooooo?source=share, https://pin.it/3K5c1msTJ

[miss-kuki-nz]

Confrontation

John Cena x assistant reader (Platonic), Cody Rhodes x reader? (TBD)

Author's Note: This is just a random idea that came to my mind and It wouldn't leave me until I typed it out. I hope you enjoy 🥰.

Warning(s)-Angst, little bit of dirty talk, not proofread.

Tag list: @there-goes-thefighter @mytribalnightmare @madhatterbri @eringobragh420

Cody stood in the middle of the ring during Friday Night Smackdown with an angry look on his face and the feeling of rage surging through his body as he continued to go off at John Cena and his assistant, Y/N who were both standing at the bottom of the ramp with smug looks on their faces.

"Clearly you want some..........COME AND GET SOME", Cody yelled into the mic as his eyes locked with John's in an intense stare down. After a while John smirked at Cody and did his signature “you can't see me” hand movement before he started yelling out insults at the 3rd generation superstar. "KEEP RUNNING YOUR MOUTH AND I WILL GLADLY BEAT YOUR ASS JUST LIKE I DID LAST WEEK...........YOU AIN'T SEEN NOTHING YET!”.

Y/N along with the commentators and the many fans who were in attendance tonight could feel the tension building between the American nightmare and the franchise player and it all stemmed from the events that occurred at the Elimination Chamber last week where John with the help of The Rock turned bad by attacking Cody from behind with his Universal championship title. A move that no one ever saw coming except of course Y/N and The Rock who were in on it. No longer was John Cena the good guy, he was now the bad guy and there was nothing that anyone could do to stop him from getting to the top once again.

Y/N knew that she couldn't allow for John to get into a brawl with Cody tonight, even though she wanted to see him beat the living shit out of the current champion who had been getting under her skin lately with how he talked to her and annoyed her just in general by existing. She knew that this wasn't the time and place for the two men to go at it again and that it would have to wait until their showdown at Wrestlemania.

Y/N snapped out of her thoughts when she felt John leaving her side and getting ready to run into the ring and attack Cody but she quickly sprung into action by stepping in front of him and pushing on his chest with her hands to push him back "Not here, not now", she snapped at him as she looked into his eyes with urgency. John looked down at her with an annoyed look and tried to gently push her to the side but Y/N held her ground and didn't budge, remaining still in her place and now looking at John with a determined look "Wait till Wrestlemania and then you can beat his ass", she exclaimed before continuing on "For now let me handle this, okay", she assured him and all he could do was roll his eyes but also nod because once again she was right, even though he'd never tell her that "Okay fine fine", he sighed and put his hands up in surrender and took a step back from her. Y/N smiled in satisfaction and winked at him before grabbing the microphone from his hand and taking it in hers. She turned back around to face the ring and held the mic up to her mouth while looking at Cody who had his back turned to them "Hey blondie, you better enjoy your last few weeks as the champ because come Wrestlemania 41, John Cena will walk out of that match as your NEW UNDISPUTED WWE UNIVERSAL CHAMPION!", she screamed out at the top of her lungs, her words echoing strongly throughout the arena, receiving a round of cheers and boos from the fans

Cody's body stiffened and his hands immediately clenched into balls of fists at the words that came out of Y/N's mouth and he slowly turned back around to face her with anger flashing through his eyes. At this moment, he forgot about John and completely focused on her. "Hey Y/N?, you can run your mouth all you want but every single person sitting inside this arena", he paused as he gestured to the entire WWE universe for emphasis "Knows that you secretly want me", he blurted out into the microphone, with a small smirk now forming on his face as he noticed Y/N getting defensive by shaking her head frantically and yelling out incoherent sentences which were drowned out by the fans cheering loudly.

"You and I both know that you want the American Nightmare", he grinned as he gripped the mic in his hand, his eyes never leaving hers "And if I remembered correctly, weren't you the one who asked me to come and fu-". Cody was quickly cut off by Y/N yelling into her mic "Shut up Rhodes", she snapped at him with an annoyed look on her face. Cody chuckled and licked his lips while his eyes shamelessly raked over her body "Why don't you bring yourself into this ring and shut me up", he teased and winked at her with a cocky smile

To be continued……

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[where-does-the-heart-lie]

For @orange-artist ‘s ASL god AU DTIYS! (congrats on the milestone!)

This was really fun, I absolutely love drawing ethereal designs

Additional notes 👇

So i adjusted the original designs ... a bit... To draw in my style means that i have to make everything extra, sorry.

Ace:

I like the base design for Ace a lot! i looked at other posts to get more context to these outfits and i say this draping billowy pants design that i liked a lot more, so I used that instead of the ones he has in the picture.

I love his cute little star crown, i think it looks dope as hell. I wanted to bring it to other parts of him too, so I gave him an arm cuff with it, too! If i had drawn the front of him, you would also see that crown design around his waist as a belt, too.

i originally had him in a pose similar to the one he has in the original, but after i sketched out the other two poses i found he looked a little two flat, so i brought his hand out to the foreground.

I like the choice for his hair to gradient out to look like a comet! I had a lot of trouble trying to make it look Just Right, but i think I nailed it

Luffy:

I didn't change much about his design, I really just made him a little more yellow than he was before. Its hard to improve an already banger design. He's my ethereal silly guy...

I really love the idea of Luffy's scars looking like gold, that's really cool.

I wish I could've added that cold crown he has around his head, but i didn't know how to without it looking sloppy so i had to leave it out.

Sabo:

I changed so much about Sabo's design, i would like to send out a formal apology for it, I admit I went a little too ham. I had already completed the picture before i went back to look at the original post and saw the comments about how Sabo was supposed to look... discreet...... I... Did Not Make Him Discreet. In The Slightest. :DDD ehe

I needed help for Sabo's pose because i was having so much trouble with the hand, i called upon my good website friend JustSketchMe to get it right. I had this idea for the pose because i wanted the claw to look like a crescent moon, I think it looks pretty good.

I would've given him normal snakebite piercings too but i felt that the ring piercings looked more Crescent-like, so i went with that.

Moon belt. i want that moon belt. I have no outfits it would go with. but i still want it.

I love Sabo's whispies that he has in the original design, but when I put them in the art i had, it cluttered up the piece too much and I had to get rid of them. A moment of silence for the fallen whispies...

Noticing now I forgot Sabo's Cane..... oops.

General:

I shaded Luffy to be lighted by the sun, Sabo the moon, but i made Ace be the light for himself. There's some deep meaning to that, but I cant think of one right now.

I had a lot of fun drawing this, i hope i was failthful enough to the original designs even though i changed everything a lot :)

Drinking game: take a shot everytime I used the word "I", take a double shot each time i forgot to capitalize it, too. You will be Dead by the end of the post, though.

[rekino2114]

Cute ways the jjk girls (+ genderbends) use jujutsu in your relationship

A/n:I initially had this ideal with fem!gojo, but then it expanded to other characters. Let me know if you have any ideas for a part 2 or something with other characters

Also I kinda did something similar with fem!inumaki here if you're interested

Fem! Gojo

Lapse blue

Y/n:Hey babe, do you mind grabbing me that glass of water?

Fem!gojo:sure thing sweetie

[She uses blue to make the glass float toward you, but the water splashes on your face]

Y/n:......

Fem!gojo:s-sorry

Infinity

Y/n:Come on, tori, I already told you I'm sorry

[You try to hug her, but infinity stops you]

Y/n:Can you please deactivate your technique?

Fem!gojo:No way! You ate my last mochi. That's basically the same as cheating. I'm not letting you hug me

Y/n:[sighs] I'll buy you some other ones ok? And some more cakes

[Gojo immediately turns off infinity and hugs you]

Fem!gojo:Thanks, y/nnnnn! I knew you loved me

Six eyes

Fem!gojo:Hey y/n, what happened?

Y/n:what do you mean?

Fem!gojo:Your shoulder, it's all hurt and purple

Y/n:.....how did you know? I'm wearing a sweater

Fem!gojo:I have really good eyes remember?

Y/n:oh yeah, I forgot about the six eyes, sorry I got hurt during a mission and just didn't wanna bother you

Fem!gojo:it's never a bother for me, I'll just call shoko and bring you an ice pack

Fem!sukuna

Heian era form

Y/n:Kuna.....is this really necessary?

[It shows you being carried by 2 of sukuna's arms while an other one is stroking your hair]

Fem!sukuna:Of course, are you saying you don't like this?

Y/n:No, I do it's just......why?

Fem!sukuna:uraume said I should try being more affectionate with you. This is how I do it.

Y/n:I guess your arms are pretty comfy

Fem!sukuna:good, I don't want to hear you complain

[She kisses you while you blush harder]

Yuki tsukumo

Star rage

(Tbh I forgot if this is exactly how the technique works)

[You're trying to open a jar, but it's too tight]

Yuki:Do you need some help, baby?

Y/n:Yeah thanks

[You give her the jar, and she opens it without problems]

Yuki:here you go

Y/n:Thanks

Yuki:could I get a kiss for that~?

Y/n:[giggle] sure

[You kiss her cheek, and she smiles brightly]

Yuki[talking to herself] yes! I know using my technique was worth it

Y/n:......what do you mean using your technique?

Yuki:o-oh nothing

Y/n:Wait, did you put mass in the lid so I couldn't open and jar and you'd get a kiss?

Yuki:..........noooooo what are you talking about? Hehe

Y/n:If you wanted a kiss you could have just asked for one you know?

Garuda

Y/n:...........yuki, can you tell your shikigami to stop following me?

Yuki:Why? It's not that bad

Y/n:it wasn't but I think it's taking it a bit too far

[Garuda completely wraps itself around you]

Y/n:see

Yuki:that just means it likes you, just like me

Y/n:....I guess that's nice then, but it's still kinda uncomfortable

Yuki:ok, I'll tell it to stop, we both know you very much prefer my hugs anyway

Yorozu

(I've decided i wanna write for her too, I'll add her to the masterlist now and I chose her instead of mai not only because her creation is better but also just because I kinda like her more)

Creation

Yorozu:y/n! Look what I made for us

[She shows you two rings with your names engraved on them]

Yorozu:it took me a while, but I finally did it! Now we will be bound together even more than we already are

Y/n:Oh thanks, that's so sweet....even if we aren't married yet

Yorozu: Those are just details. What's wrong with thinking ahead

Y/n:hehe, alright

[You start to take the ring with your name on it but she stops you]

Yorozu:Oh no, darling, you'll be wearing the one with my name so that everyone knows you're mine, and I'll wear the other one so that everyone knows I'm yours

Y/n:Oh, that's....sweet

Yorozu:I'm glad you think that, I can't have anyone thinking my darling is free to take, here I'll even put it on you myself

Fem!megumi

Ten shadows:divine dogs (and mahoraga)

Y/n:Please, gumi, I swear I won't ask you anything else ever

Fem!megumi:[sighs] you're really like I love you.....alright

[She does the hand sign and summons the dogs]

Fem!megumi:Go smell y/n and find their hoodie

[The shikigami do what she said and start searching for it]

Y/n:Thanks, you're a lifesaver megumi

Fem!megumi:you're welcome just don't get used to it

[The dogs eventually find the hoodie and give it to you]

Y/n:Oh, thanks so much to you two too. You're such good boys

[You start petting them while megumi gets closer to you]

Fem!megumi:wait minute.....that hoodie isn't it nobara's? Why does it have your smell on it

Y/n:oh no I can explain she just gave-

Fem!megumi:I don't need any explanation. With this treasure I summon

Y/n:wait no stop it!

Fem!geto

Cursed spirit manipulation

Gojo:Hey, geto, what are you waiting for? We're gonna be late for the mission

Fem!geto:don't be so impatient satoru, I'm just waiting for y/n

Gojo:Come on! Your partner can wait, I just wanna get this over with

Fem!geto:if they don't come, I'm not going either

Gojo:fiiiine, you're the only thing that makes missions interesting anyway

[After waiting for a bit geto looks at the sky]

Fem!geto:oh looks like they arrived

Gojo:hm?

[They look up to see you riding rainbow dragon]

Gojo:You made them ride on your curse?

Fem!geto:they were gonna be late and asked me

Gojo:that's so cool you have to make me ride on it too sometimes

Fem!geto:[sighs] I suppose one time is ok

[oizysian]

Hi, i have a request for you.

I was thinking about yn and Wanda being nat's ex. Even if Nat was in a relationship she doesn't commit to that person so it's obvious that she cheated on them.

The thing is they didn't know each other, yn knew pietro but didn't know about his twin, so when he introduced them, yn when she talked to Nat about previous relationship, Nat said Wanda's name so when they were alone, she has to ask about Nat and if she knew her, of course she did and they talked about her, about everything she did, etc..

From that day, they kept texting and having calls, and they went on a date. You know, the thing is being someone's ex and having something good from that experience.

Sorry if I explain bad the idea.

Home | Wanda Maximoff

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader, past Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader, past Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: talks of past cheating, drinking

Word count: 1.7k

•

“You gotta move on, Y/N.”

“Yeah, I know, Piet.”

“You keep saying that, but you’re still here moping.” He plopped down on the couch next to me. “Why don’t you come to my place tonight? We can have a real boys night.” I raised my eyebrow at him and he smiled.

“A boys night?”

“A gender neutral night. My sister is also visiting from Sokovia, so you can finally meet her.”

“It’ll be nice to put a face with all the good things you’ve told me about her.”

“Yeah, Wanda’s great. You’ll love her.”

I forgot his sister's name was Wanda. Natasha mentioned a Wanda once or twice before. Was it the same girl?

“I’m sure I will.”I paused, gathering my thoughts before speaking again. “Did … does Wanda know Natasha?”

“Everyone knows Natasha.” He rolled his eyes. “I told you not to get involved with her.”

“I know, you’ve told me hundreds of times and I never listened.”

“You never listened.” He agreed. “Now let’s get you ready for gender neutral night.”

•

Pietro was attempting to fix his stereo when the doorbell rang.

“Can you get it? It’s Wanda.”

“Sure.” I replied, getting up from the couch with my beer and heading to the front door.

I opened it to reveal a beautiful - no - gorgeous girl with brown hair, dark makeup and clothes and tons of rings adorning her fingers.

“H-Hi.” I stuttered and she smiled. I was completely captivated by her.

“Hello. You must be Y/N.” Her voice was smooth like chocolate and her accent thick.

“I am. You’re Wanda.”

“I am.” Her accent was much thicker than Pietro’s, probably because she still resided in Sokovia.

“Come in.” I moved to the side and let her enter, closing the door behind her.

“Sis!” Pietro called out, finally giving up with his ancient, broken stereo and coming to meet his sister at the door.

“Piet!” She greeted him back, throwing her arms around his neck in a crushing hug.

I watched them silently, nervous that I was intruding on a private moment considering he hadn’t seen his sister in quite a few months. They parted, excitedly looking at each other before he turned his attention to me.

“I see you already met Y/N.” We nodded in unison. “She’s my best friend, you know.” He said to Wanda and she looked me over quickly.

“I know. I’ve heard a lot about you, Y/N.”

“All good I hope!” I chirped and she smiled.

“Same to you about whatever lies he’s told you about me.”

“No lies!” He threw his hands up in surrender. “When do I lie?”

“When you’re trying to bed a new girl.” She quipped and he shrugged.

“Okay, you got me there.” He gestured to her with his hands. “Come in, come in! Grab a beer, I’m just getting the music working.”

“Do you still have that old stereo we had back when you still lived in Sokovia?”

“Of course!” He said as we walked into the living room, returning to his spot in front of the stereo and tinkering with it again. “This thing has got me through some rough times.”

“Hm, many nights we stayed up late listening to your stolen CD’s.”

“Stolen?” I raised an eyebrow at him and he smiled cheekily.

“I prefer the term ‘borrowed.’”

She nodded and I sipped at my beer. Realizing she didn’t have a drink in hand, I made a gesture to the kitchen.

“Would you like a drink? I can get you one.”

“Sure.”

I smiled and turned to retrieve a beer for Wanda. In the kitchen, I went into the fridge and grabbed three drinks, knowing Pietro and I would need a new one soon, and returned to the twins with fresh beers in hand.

“Here you go.” I offered one to Wanda and she took it, popping off the top with ease and taking a gulp. “Definitely your sister.” I laughed, handing Pietro his fresh drink.

“She gets some things from me.”

“Nothing good.”

They tipped their bottles at each other and laughed. Wanda and I took a seat on the couch and watched as Pietro worked on his ancient piece of technology.

I bit my lip in thought, wondering if I should bring up Natasha. It had been bugging me all day that Wanda might’ve been the Wanda Nat spoke about, and I just had to know if she treated Wanda as poorly as she did me.

“So, Wanda,” I said a bit nervously, shifting my beer from my left hand to my right. “When was the last time you were here?”

“About two years ago.” She said casually, sipping her drink. “Went through a nasty breakup and headed back to Sokovia to recover.”

“I told you both to stay away from that Natasha!” He yelled over his shoulder. “Nobody ever listens to me.”

“You dated Natasha too?” She asked and I nodded.

“Yeah, we, uh, actually just broke up. Like, yesterday.”

“I am not surprised. Natasha has problems with commitment.”

“You’re telling me.” I took a gulp of my beer. “But, she has no problem finding other women to commit to for a night.”

“Same old Natasha.”

Wanda and I spoke as Pietro tried getting the music working, realizing we had a lot in common - other than the fact that we both got burned by Natasha.

By the end of the night, we had exchanged numbers and promised to keep in touch and hang out while she was still in town.

She messaged me the next morning asking if I wanted to go out for breakfast, and I accepted. After that, we spent nearly every day of her time here together, with and without Pietro in tow.

When she finally returned to Sokovia, I was pretty depressed, but I tried not to show it. Pietro read me like a book, knowing almost instantly that I had a crush on his baby sister.

“It’s not like that.” I protested, but he just laughed at me.

“Yeah, and I bedded the Queen of England.”

I gave him a look and he smiled. Of course he had to go and be a smart ass. I looked down at my hands folded in my lap, twisting the lone ring on my pointer finger. Why did he have to be right about Wanda? I had just gotten out of a rough relationship with Natasha - I didn’t want to hurt Wanda by rushing into things. I wasn’t even sure if she felt the same.

“She’s … she’s special.” I spoke softly, still not looking up at him. “I don’t know, Piet, I just …”

“I get it, Y/N. You’re scared.” He sat down next to me. “Normally, I wouldn’t encourage someone to date my sister, but you're my closest friend. I know you won’t hurt her. And I know she won’t hurt you.”

I looked up at him, surprised at his words. Did he really not mind me possibly being with his sister?

“Don’t get it twisted,” he said with a chuckle. “I don’t want to hear about you sleeping with her.” He made a face. “But, I do want you both to be happy.”

I played with my fingers nervously, nodding. I was happy to have his blessing, but I still was unsure. Wanda and I had been talking for a few weeks now, even video calling each other after she left for Sokovia, but I was truly afraid of hurting her the way Natasha hurt me. Not that I would ever cheat on her, but I was just unreasonably scared.

“Talk to her about it.” It was almost as if he read my mind. “She’ll understand if you just communicate with her.”

Agreeing with him, I pulled out my phone and messaged Wanda that I needed to talk to her about something and she almost instantly called me.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“Wanda.” I said, happy to hear her voice. “Nothing. I just … I wanted to talk.”

Pietro gave me a nod and left the room, giving me space and privacy to talk to Wanda.

“What about?”

“Us.” That was the extent of my bravery. The silence between us wasn’t uncomfortable but I was very nervous and it made me feel uneasy.

“What about us?”

“We … I mean, we’ve been talking and I feel like we’re getting … close. I just … I wanted to …”

“Y/N,” she said softly. “I agree with you, we have been getting close.” I held my breath. “And I’m so happy about that. I really like you.”

“I like you too, Wanda.” I admitted bashfully. “I’m just … afraid.”

“Afraid of what, detka?” She asked and I blushed at her using a pet name for me.

“Afraid of hurting you.” I whispered into the phone. “Natasha … she …”

“I know.” She said quietly. “I know what she did. But, you are nothing like her. I trust you. I know you won’t do anything to hurt me.”

I was silent for a moment. She was able to quell my fears with just a few words. She knew exactly what I was afraid of without me even having to tell her.

“When are you coming back to New York?” I questioned breathlessly and I heard her chuckle softly.

“Well, I wanted it to be a surprise, but I was planning to come in next week.”

I perked up instantly, smiling like a lovesick teen.

“So, I’ll see you soon.”

“You will.”

•

When Wanda’s plane finally landed from Sokovia to New York, I was there waiting for her at the airport to surprise her. Pietro was supposed to pick her up originally, but we had arranged it so that I would be the one to meet her.

When she saw me, she ran into my arms, dropping her bags and wrapping her arms around my neck tight.

“I missed you so much.” She breathed against my neck and I squeezed my eyes shut to prevent the happy tears from falling.

“I missed you too.”

She pulled away from me, her hands still on my shoulders and looked into my watery eyes, her own glistening with unshed tears as well.

“I’m so happy you’re here.” I said, my gaze falling to her lips.

“Me too.”

For a brief moment, I hesitated, but from the look in her eyes and the force pulling us together, we closed the distance between us. I never felt such fire until this moment.

Her lips were soft and she tasted like strawberries. I held her close, savoring the feel and taste of her.

She was home.

[im-a-ramblr]

So it's been ages since I've watched Miraculous Ladybug. I stopped watching it at the start of season 2, got back into it because of Reverser, and watched a couple of episodes throughout 3, but I never bothered with 4 and 5. I would watch clips and read fics and find things that focused on Marc and Nathaniel, but that's it.

So now that Nath and Marc have moved into the spotlight via s06E15 The Ruler, I'm getting back into it. So let's talk about it! This post is about my thoughts on the surface level. There was a lot of subtext (and just actual text, tbh) and allegories and whatnot, but this isn't a post about them. I'll talk about those later.

Also, I tagged this post with spoilers, but in case I missed any of the spoiler tags, everything is under the cut.

First off, I love that we got to see their parents! I don't like Nathaniel's parents; that's the point of them, so that's not a surprise. We only got to see Marc's for a tiny bit, but I love them.

I really love his mom's outfit. The suns on the skirt, the little rainbow earrings, it's all so cute. His dad's unbuttoned vest and plaid pants give him a refined but chill look. Love what little we can see of their home, too. Very cozy and lived in.

What is Hal Stewart from Megamind doing? Why is he wearing a half-hearted, knock-off Austin Powers suit? The mom doesn't look horrible, but there's just something off-putting about her design. I'm also not a fan of the ruler in the hair. The house looks fine. Very staged, very impersonal, could be a hotel, to be honest. Not a fan, but that's a personal style thing.

I ADORE the fact that like half this moment was just them silently talking with their eyes. Such a good way to make it clear there's a connection between them. And I love how understanding Marc was. I know some people think the whole 'nothing will change between us' was a lie, but I don't think it was. I think that if Nath hadn't drawn the comic, then Marc wouldn't have cared. I think it's the fact that he drew it and then destroyed it, that's what hurt Marc.

I also love Marc's eye makeup, the pop of colors, the sparkle! And the earring is such a cute touch, I honestly thought it was his miraculous at first because I forgot it was a ring.

The fact that Nathaniel doesn't feel completely safe and comfortable in his room is heartbreaking. Marc really comes in clutch with the excuses. But! The paint splatters on Nath's overalls are the colors of the Bi flag! I noticed it earlier, but this was one of the better pictures I got to show it.

The fact that neither of his parents does anything when he breaks down, starts just sobbing, and runs out of the house like a madman! Like, what if he had just disappeared instead of coming back home? What if, in his blind panic, he'd gotten hurt? Not like Akumaizted, but like tripped and fell into the river or in front of a car. He could have very well been Akumaztized as well.

If I had seen a child running in that state of panic, I would assume that something horrible had happened and try to help. If I ever made a child hurt like that, I would hate myself and stop everything at once to make sure they were okay.

Marc trying to be strong for Nath was so sweet, but so sad. He knows that Nathaniel doesn't have a support system like he does. He has his parents, their friends, Nath, and possibly some others. Nath has Marc. Their friends support him, but they don't impact him the way they do Marc.

It breaks my heart that Nathaniel doesn't seem to understand why this upsets Marc. Because it's not about the comic, it's about the fact that Nath is making choices that will hurt him. That he doesn't understand how important he is to Marc, that he can't just 'get another illustrator'.

This scene felt so so reminiscent of season 2. Like all the confidence he'd built up over the last 4 seasons, just gone. If Nath had seen it would have broken him.

Marcaniel being Ride or Die, in the line of fire for each other, is sooo good. And the fact that Nath basically said 'you can do whatever do me, but don't you dare touch him' was chief's kiss. Really fun to get to see the passion and dedication we saw when they were Akumatized in civilian form.

LOVE LOVE LOVE Caprikid's transformation, it was so cute and sassy. The little flick for the mask? Perfection! And his new suit looks so good. The changes aren't super big, but they're impactful. (though I will admit I did sing 'apple bottom jeans, and the fur frindge' when I saw it)

Oh, and I haven't mentioned Nath's Miraculous but it's cute. Maybe it's because we never really it disguised when he was wearing it, but I like how they look in this than I did in Saga One. Which leads me to my next point!

Marc's Miraculous! It's way harder to see in the episode than Nathaniel's, but I like it a lot! I honestly like it more than any other version of the Rooster Miraculous that we've seen so far. Though it does seem to be the same when he's transformed, so that's interesting

I've seen people say Nath has no impulse control, but he does actually pause before revealing himself. He refuses to keep Marc in the dark. Meanwhile, Marc, who up until this point has been doing a pretty good job at keeping it together and covering his identity, processes what he sees and immediately reveals himself in turn.

I think this might be the happiest we see Nathaniel the whole episode.

[alltimecharlo]

you know the booktok trend where people get their boyfriend to lean over them with their hand or arm resting on the doorway? what if mack asks Will to do it “just to see what it’s like”

lol, love this prompt anon !!🩵 fic under the cut :)

Mack’s stretched out on the couch, legs thrown over Will’s lap like always, half-watching the TikTok that’s playing on Will’s phone and half-scrolling through his own For You Page. They’re supposed to be watching a movie, but the lights are low, and it’s warm and lazy in the living room—rain tapping against the windows, blankets tangled at their feet, the faint scent of buttered popcorn lingering in the air. Practice was a bag skate this morning, so they’re both sore and tired and a little silly with the kind of exhaustion that makes everything a little funnier.

“Wait, wait—” Mack’s thumb stops the scroll on a video with a girl breathlessly narrating: “So apparently, if you get your boyfriend to lean over you and put his arm on the doorframe like this”—the camera pans to a guy looming in the doorway, all muscle and smirk and forearm veins—“your knees will literally give out. Like it’s science.”

Will snorts from beside him, leaning in to look. “Okay. Trashy romance novel physics.”

“Right?” Mack’s grinning, intrigued. He watches the guy in the video raise an eyebrow, dip his head slightly toward the girl, who’s giggling and clearly trying not to collapse. “That’s so dumb. That wouldn’t actually work.”

Will raises one brow, half-distracted by whatever’s still playing on his phone. “You sure?”

Mack hums, tapping his lip with one finger. “Only one way to find out.”

Will looks over at him properly now, blinking slow. “Are you serious?”

Mack shrugs, already sliding his legs off Will’s lap and standing. “C’mon. Just test it. For science.”

Will looks amused but also kind of delighted, setting his phone down and standing too. “Okay, Mr. Skeptic.”

Mack snorts, padding over to the nearest doorway—between the living room and the hallway—and plants himself just in front of it. He crosses his arms and lifts his chin, trying to look unimpressed, even though he can feel his cheeks already warming.

Will’s still laughing under his breath when he follows. “Alright. Assume the position,” he teases, stepping into the frame, close enough that Mack can already feel the heat of him.

Then Will braces one arm above Mack’s head, palm flat against the doorframe, the bicep bulge right at eye level. He leans in—just enough that Mack can smell his cologne, faint and clean and warm, like coffee and something deeper underneath that’s just… Will.

Mack swallows.

Will tilts his head, eyes sharp but soft, and asks, low: “This what you were looking for?”

Mack blinks up at him. He hadn’t expected the way it would feel. The way Will’s size completely blocks out the room behind him, how close his chest is now, broad and solid and just barely brushing Mack’s. The smirk tugging at the corner of Will’s mouth—just enough confidence to make Mack feel a little breathless.

It’s stupid.

But also—it’s not.

“I mean…” Mack’s voice comes out a little thinner than he means it to. “It’s not doing nothing.”

Will lets out a soft laugh. “Not doing nothing,” he repeats, mockingly. “Ringing endorsement.”

Mack glares, or tries to. “You’re too smug about this.”

“You asked me to do it!” Will grins, tilting even closer, his face a few inches above Mack’s now. “Don’t blame me if it’s working.”

“It’s not—” Mack starts, but it’s a lie. His stomach’s flipping and his pulse is doing something stupid. Will’s forearm is flexed right next to his face, and Mack’s brain is doing an embarrassingly thorough job of tracking every inch of Will’s body.

Then Will lowers his voice again, that teasing edge gone, all velvet and curiosity. “So. Still dumb?”

Mack opens his mouth, closes it. “I think I forgot what we were even testing.”

Will laughs—genuinely this time, loud and delighted—and pulls back a little, but his hand lingers on Mack’s shoulder. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You’re the one who just romance-novel’d me,” Mack grumbles, but he’s grinning.

Will leans in again, softer this time, more real. His eyes catch Mack’s, and there’s something there that flickers between play and something warmer, deeper. “Only because you asked.”

Mack bumps their shoulders together. “Okay, well. Now I know the answer.”

“Oh yeah?” Will’s smiling like he already knows.

Mack huffs, pretending not to melt under the look. “Yeah. It works.”

Will raises an eyebrow. “You gonna fall to your knees or what?”

Mack flushes bright red and shoves him—gentle but firm—back into the living room with a loud, “Shut up,” before he can say anything else.

But even as he flops back onto the couch, arms crossed and face still burning, Mack can’t wipe the grin off his face.

And neither can Will.

♡