#if you're engrossed in your book she looks at you for a few minutes

[binah-beloved]

i want to read with Binah in the Library. think about it, sitting there peacefully with a book and a cup of tea, surrounded by the stars of the Floor of Philosophy as your troubles wash away

you feel safe, too, because Binah's there with you, sitting across the table with her own cup and that calm expression on her face. feels like nothing can hurt you in that moment

[jellyclogs]

how op men react to you calling them darling prt.2

characters: Zoro, Sabo, Sanji, Marco, Buggy

y/n has she/her pronouns

Zoro:

“Excuse me?” Zoro laughed.

Your face was suddenly on fire. You hadn't meant to call him darling. You had meant to just ask, “Have you eaten.” you repeated. He looked way too much like the leading man in the romance novel you were reading. It wasn't your fault you called him darling it was the dam books.

“You're missing a part,” Zoro smirked, he was enjoying how flustered you were, it was pretty dang cute.

“Did you eat or not?” you huffed crossing your arms.

“Yeah I did,” he shot you a teasing look, “Darling.”

You thought your face was on fire before… well now it really had to be. You turned and rushed away from him. You might burst into flames from the intensity of your embarrassment. You were going to burn that novel.

“Something wrong darling?” he called after you in a laugh.

Sabo

“Hay Darling could you pass me those papers,” you called to the blond as he was passing your desk painting to a stack of paper across the room from you. You were so engrossed in your work that you hadn't even realized what you'd said.

Sabo froze, a smile coming to dance across his lips, “No problem sweetheart,” he said without skipping a beat. He grabbed the stack of paper before setting them on your desk.

You glanced up at him a puzzled look on your face, “Sweetheart?” you hummed, “What with the pet name Sabo?” you quirked a brow

Sabo’s smile grew, “You're the one who started it.” he wished he could snap a picture of the look you had on your face, it was priceless.

You tilted your head to the side. It took an almost embarrassingly long time for you to relize what you had said to him.  You bit your lip before smiling, “I guess your right darling. I did start this,” you purred.

Sabo's face flushed, “Don't use that voice on me, sweetheart,” he leaned down resting his hands on your desk, “and don't start a game you can't win.” his voice had dropped an octave, it was now low and sultry.

“I'm not sure what game you're referring to darling,” you leaned forward laying on the seductive tone even harder, “But if I did I'm sure I'd win.”

Sobo leaned even closer, his eyes were very intense, “Come on sweetheart, you know you'd lose.”

Before the game you two were playing cold get out of hand Kola stepped in. She slapped the back of both of your heads hissing, “Oh cut it out both of you.” she shook her head, a small smile on her lips.

Sanji:

You smiled to yourself as you baked. You were in the process of making marbled brownies. You made a dark chocolate batter followed by a pumpkin batter before swirling them together. You popped your creation into the oven before beginning to clean up your mess. It was currently 1:30 a.m., so you knew you had plenty of time to leave it spotless. Sanji would not wake up till 5 am

 You knew that using the kitchen without Sanji's approval could be a dangerous game but you just had to. You would ask Sanji to forgive you later. There was no way you could ask him to use the kitchen not when you were trying to surprise him. You were making him a birthday treat.

You spent the 40 minutes it took for the brownies to bake to clean the kitchen till the floor sparkled. You pulled the pan of brownies out of the oven, they were perfectly baked nice crunchy corners and an ooey gooey center. You were no professional but you could bake like one.

You set the brownies on the counter along with a box of expensive black tea you bought him from a few islands ago. You spent the next ten minutes debating whether or not you'd leave a note. Finally, you gave in to yourself and left a note.  “Happy birthday darling,” you wrote out in your nicest handwriting before singing it in the bottom right corner.

Glancing at the clock you read the time was 2:25 am. You skittered out of the kitchen and headed to bead. You sent a silent prayer to whatever god was listening Luffy wouldn't get hungry for a snack before Sanji woke up.

######

Sanji got out of bed at Five a.m. sharp. It may have been his birthday but he would not skip out on his job. He was the ship's cook and he'd be damned if he didn't cook them a proper breakfast. His birthday would be mad special when he saw the look of delight on Nami’s, Robins's, and (y/n)’s faces when they ate the breakfast he made.

He pulled on clean clothes before heading to the kitchen. He needed a cup of nice strong black tea to wake him up. He almost slipped into his normal routine till his eyes landed on a pan on the counter. He rushed over to it wondering which member of the crew had left him a dirty dish to deal with.

He stopped in front of the pan when he saw it was full, someone had made brownies he felt confused. He then noticed the box of tea next to it. The tea looked expensive. He picked it up and read over the container. He realized it was a tea that he'd put back after he realized he didn't have the budget for it a few islands ago. His eyes finally landed on the little slip of paper resting on the top of the brownies. 

“Happy Birthday Darling” he read glancing down to the signature. He felt his heart raced as he read (y/n)’s name. When had she had the time to make this? He looked around the kitchen trying to find evidence of her baking but it was spotless. 

He hugged the note to his chest, feeling tears in his eyes. He hadn't expected much for his birthday. This was so much more than what he expected. He decided to not start his prep for breakfast yet. He brewed himself a cup of his new tea, cut himself a brownie, lit a cigarette, and sat down. He could take a bit of time to appreciate the gift.

######

You were pulled out of bed by Nami at  7 a.m. You were honestly in no mood to be awake, that was until you remembered that it was Sanji’s birthday. You got up stretching and yawning.

You and Nami walked to the kitchen together. You couldn't wait to see how Sanji had reacted to your little surprise. Before you entered the kitchen you whispered into Nami’s ear, “Don't forget to tell Sanji happy birthday.”

 She rolled her eyes at you… hard.

Then the two of you walked in. “Good morning Sanji.” You smiled at him.

Sanj slowly and deliberately walked across the kitchen to stand in front of you. He stared into your eyes for a long moment before hugging you. “Thank you, princess,” he whispered kissing your forehead and walking away, A trickle of blood running from his nose.

Marco:

You were sick, you had a fever, your nose was running and you had the chills. You stumbled from the room you shared with Marco to the infirmary. You knew he had to be there since he wasn't in the room with you. You always got needy when you were sick.

You made it there to see Marco working on paperwork. He was slumped over at his desk working like there was no tomorrow. You knew his work was important but at the moment you couldn't care less about it. You just wanted your lover to come cuddle with you and make you feel a little better.

“Darling,” you whimpered as you made it to his desk, “Will you come cuddle with me?” you sounded absolutely pathetic. If your voice alone had not convinced him to come to bed with you then the way you looked forced his hand. You had a pout on your face the comforter of your shared bed wrapped around you. 

Marco looked up from the paperwork he was working on, “You really shouldn't be out of bed.” he said a smile on his lips as he shook his head.

“I don't wanna be alone. Darling, please come to bed with me.” The pout on your face mixed with the flush of fever made you look more than cute.

Marco laughed, you only ever called him darling when you wanted him to do something for you. He wanted to pretend like it wasn’t an effective strategy but couldn't. Whenever you called him darling he was putty in your hands, “OK my little bird I'll come back to bed with you.” he sighed.

Your pout turned into a smile as you heard his words, “Thank you.” Even with your slightly scratchy voice, Marco found your voice soothing.

Marco stood up from his desk and walked over to you. He easily swept you off of your feet, carrying you bridal style, “Let's get you back to bed before you share this cold with someone.” he had no worries about getting sick himself, ever since he ate the phoenix phoenix fruit he was immune to most colds and illnesses.

“If you leave me there I'm gonna follow you.” You leaned into his chest closing your eyes already feeling sleepy.

Marco just shook his head. He knew for a fact you weren't joking. He sighed, for the sake of the crew he’d better stay with you. He tried to be upset about having to stay in bed with you but he couldn't manage it.

Buggy

You laid in bed next to Buggy. Your lover had his back to you as he slept You had had a nightmare and couldn't get yourself to fall asleep. You didn't want to wake him up, but you really wanted him to hold you. You didn't need to talk about the nightmare you just needed to be in his arms. You hesitantly reached a handout and shook his shoulder, “Please wake up darling.” you whispered.

Buggy was usually a heavy sleeper but the fear in your voice made him instantly roll over. With sleep still fogging his senses he asked, “What’s the matter, honey?” he looked at you with tired but concerned eyes.

“I'm sorry to wake you but would you please just hold me?” you asked in a soft and apologetic voice.

Buggy studied your face for a long moment before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to his chest. It didn't take a genius to tell you were upset. The look you had on your face was heartbreaking, “Don't be,” he mumbled, “Do you want to tell me what's wrong now or in the morning.” his voice sounded grumpy but you could tell he truly did want to make you feel better.

“In the morning darling,” you close your eyes already feeling like you could sleep again, “please just go back to sleep.” You kissed his cheek.

He grunted in response holding you tighter. He would sleep now, but in the morning he'd find out what had upset you. You were his flashy little partner and he would not neglect you. It did not take him long to fall back to sleep.

The sound of his heart and the feeling of his chest rising and falling quickly calmed you down. You found it much easier to sleep. You found yourself falling back to sleep rather quickly.

[latenightreadingpdf]

Between the Pages - Spencer Reid

Summary: In the university library, shy PhD student Spencer Reid has an unexpected encounter with Y/N, a popular classmate. Despite their differences, a shared interest in neuroscience sparks a captivating conversation, leading them from strangers to friends (and possibly more…).

The university library was always a sanctuary for Spencer Reid, a place where the overwhelming noise of the world faded to a hushed whisper, allowing him to lose himself among the stacks of books and journals. As a child prodigy , he was no stranger to the pressures of academia, often engrossed in his research and studies. With his signature mop of messy hair and glasses perched precariously on his nose, Spencer was the epitome of the dedicated scholar.

It was a Tuesday afternoon when the serenity of his beloved library was disrupted. The usual ambient noise was replaced by a slightly louder, distinctly feminine laughter that seemed out of place amidst the studious atmosphere.

Curiosity piqued, Spencer looked up from his book and noticed a group of students huddled together a few tables away. Among them was Y/N, a classmate whose name Spencer had often heard whispered in hushed, admiring tones around the campus corridors. She was effortlessly charming, her charisma drawing people in like moths to a flame. Spencer had never spoken to her before; he doubted she even knew he existed.

Returning his attention to his work, Spencer tried to drown out the unfamiliar noise. Yet, despite his best efforts, his mind kept wandering, intrigued by the unfamiliarity of Y/N’s presence in the usually quiet library. Eventually, his curiosity got the better of him, and he found himself discreetly observing her from behind the pages of his book.

He was mesmerized by the way she interacted with her friends, her laughter infectious and her smile radiant. Despite being surrounded by people, she seemed completely at ease, effortlessly commanding the attention of everyone around her. It was a stark contrast to Spencer's own introverted nature, his shyness often making social interactions a daunting prospect.

Lost in his thoughts, Spencer failed to notice when Y/N's gaze wandered in his direction. When he finally looked up, he found himself locked in a pair of curious eyes. Flushing slightly, he quickly averted his gaze, his heart pounding in his chest.

A few minutes passed in awkward silence before a soft voice broke the stillness. "Hey, you're Spencer, right? We're in Dr. Harrison's seminar together."

Startled, Spencer looked up to find Y/N standing in front of him, her smile warm and inviting. "Um, yes, that's me," he stammered, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... uh, I mean, hi."

Y/N chuckled softly, her laughter putting Spencer at ease. "No need to apologize. I couldn't help but notice you sitting here all by yourself. Mind if I join you?"

Swallowing nervously, Spencer nodded, gesturing to the empty seat opposite him. "Of course, please, have a seat."

As Y/N settled herself across from him, Spencer couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and anxiety. He had never been this close to her before, and the proximity only heightened his awareness of her presence. He could smell the faint scent of her perfume, a delicate floral fragrance that was both intoxicating and comforting.

"Working on your thesis?" Y/N asked, nodding towards the screen of his laptop.

"Yes, I'm researching the neurobiological basis of memory retrieval," Spencer replied, his passion for his work shining through despite his nervousness.

"That sounds fascinating," Y/N said sincerely, her interest genuine. "I'm majoring in psychology, but I have to admit, neuroscience has always been a bit daunting for me."

Spencer's eyes lit up at her words, his confidence growing. "Well, if you ever need any help or want to learn more, I'd be happy to explain it to you."

Y/N smiled appreciatively, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "I might just take you up on that offer."

As the afternoon went on, the initial awkwardness between them melted away, replaced by a comfortable closeness. They discussed everything from their shared academic interests to their favorite books and movies, discovering unexpected common ground along the way.

By the time the library began to empty, the two of them were so engrossed in conversation that they hardly noticed the passing time. As they gathered their belongings, Y/N turned to Spencer with a smile.

"Thanks for today, Spencer. I had a great time getting to know you."

Spencer's heart soared at her words, a warm glow spreading through him. "The pleasure was all mine," he replied, his shyness momentarily forgotten.

As they walked out of the library together, Spencer couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of connection with Y/N. Though they had started the day as strangers, their chance meeting in the library had blossomed into the beginnings of a friendship - and perhaps, just maybe, something more.

[lovelybrooke]

hi there ! i love your blog and your writing ! if i may, can i request something from the yandere spiderverse series ? maybe miguel orders someone like pavitr to watch you as he is out on a mission or something like that ?

Watching Over You (Yandere Spiderverse x reader)

Not super Pavitr focused, I got kinda carried away. So sorry if this wasn't what you wanted. Hope you enjoy.

"Y'know you're not obligated to stay here or anything just because Miguel said so."

"I know! Don't worry, I like being with you."

"Suit yourself."

It's been about an hour since Pavitr came to supposedly "check up on you." You knew it was Miguel's idea for Pavitr to watch you while he went on a mission, but you really just expected him to stay for a few minutes and then leave, go hang out with Hobie or something. Instead, he's inspecting every nick and cranny of your room, asking you tons of questions about everything he finds, and currently reclining on your bed while reading a comic book.

While he's usually pretty talkative, Pavitr's pretty engrossed into his comic, allowing you to get some work done. Miguel's been hounding you to look at some footage and identify and prospective anomaly. Because of your friends, namely Hobie, taking up your time, you haven't been able to really work until now.

"Hey, whatcha working on?" You jumped at Pavitr's sudden appearance behind you. He was gazing over at your main screen, eyes locked onto the footage of the blurry anomaly.

"Just trying to identify this anomaly but the footage Miguel sent me is super fuzzy." Your words are mixed with the sounds of you typing as you leaned in closer towards the screen like it would suddenly become clearer if you were closer. You faintly hear Pavitr hum, slowly moving towards the screen as well.

Pavitr give you a small pat on the back. You turn to look at him, almost being blinded by his sunny smile. "Well, you've been working too long, come take a break." Your back straightened while you eye Pavitr with a furrowed brow, shaking your head.

"I haven't been able to work in a while." You look back at your screen, missing as the smile on Pavitr's face drops. "I have to get this done or Miguel-"

"Don't worry about Miguel." He interrupts with a shake of his head, his hair falling in front of his face slightly. "He won't do anything, you know that." He states the obvious. You know he won't do anything, but it doesn't mean he doesn't scare you. Pavitr grips the back of your chair and spins you around, so your back is facing your screens. "Come on, up!" He gives you a small push, finally you're out of your chair. Pavitr links an arm with yours, leading you out of the room.

"Aye, we're you two going?" It's Hobie, of course.

"We're getting lunch!" Pavitr beams, Hobie nodding along. He moves to the side opposite of Pavitr, motioning for you two to continue moving, which Pavitr does happily. You groan as Pavitr continues to lead you through the hallways of HQ.

"I guess we're getting lunch." you mumble to yourself.

---

"Hey, stop touching my food." Pavitr yells at Hobie, slapping his hand away.

"You mean our food." He says, shoving fries into his mouth, Pavitr pushing his face away playfully.

Hobie takes quick glance at you, "You've barely touched your food." Pavitr looks with a raised brow.

"Do you not like it? I can get you something else?" You shake your head, messing with the fries on your plate.

"Nah, I'm good, just tired."

Hobie rolls his eyes, sneering with a slight shake of his head, "It's all that work Miguel's shoving on you." Pavitr nods, looking at you with concern.

"Yeah, Hobie's right. When was the last time you slept, have you been eating good? You do look kinda sick, right Hobie? Don't they look sick? Y'know, I think we should have a talk with Mig-"

"Oh, look! Gwen's here!" You interrupt Pavitr from his worried ramblings, getting Gwen's attention. She waves at you, Pavitr's mood instantly changing as he waves back at her.

"Hey, why wasn't I invited?" She sits down at an empty chair next to you, smiling as she takes some of your fries. You move your tray over to her, which she happily takes.

"When'd you get back?" Hobie asks, ignoring her original question. He's referring to the mission her and Miles were on together. She simply shrugs, swallowing the bits of food in her mouth.

"Just got back." She answers. "Wasn't anything big." She subtly brags. You nod along with her words, in your own world. The conversation becomes fuzzy in you dissociation before Gwen snaps in your face, breaking you out of your stupor.

"Hey, what's got your head in the clouds?" You open your mouth to answer, Pavitr beating you to it.

"Miguel's been giving them way too much work, they've barely gotten a break." Pavitr answers, his tone serious. At the mention of Miguel Hobie groans, throwing his head back in annoyance. Gwen chuckles at him, crossing her arms as she slouches back in her chair.

"That's classic Miguel for ya." She utters. You turn your head towards her.

"Look guys, it's fine, it's not even that much work anyway." You attempt to reason, maybe because Miguel is your father figure, maybe because you don't want to admit your overworked and tired. Either way, the three give you a questioning look, causing you to look away in embarrassment.

The three looks at you for a few more seconds before turning their heads in sync to the side. Must be the Spidey thing, you assume. You turn with them, spotting Miles coming towards you. You groan, laying your head on the table as Gwen waves at him.

Miles moves a chair over to your table, sitting down with a smile. Gwen moves to share her, well, your food, with him. You feel a tap on your head, lazily moving your head up. You see the group staring at you, all watching as you sit up slowly.

"Sorry." You mumble, rubbing your forehead. Miles eyes dart in between you and Gwen.

"Are you good (Y/N)?" You nod your head silently, not exactly the answer Miles wanted. He looks like he wants to say more, before Gwen speaks up.

"We should go back to your room, maybe you'll feel better there." Pavitr nods enthusiastically, Hobie shrugging.

Before you can answer, you swept up by Hobie, how links his arm with yours. You try to protest, but your voice is drowned out by Miles and Pavitr.

Hobie looks at you, ruffling your hair with a teasing smile. "Stop complaining, it's not all that bad. It's our job to watch over you."

You huff, looking away, "I can watch after myself." He snorts, nearly laughing at your response.

"Sure you can."

[wandanatsgf]

Taking Care of Her

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader

Word Count: 514

Summary: Kate comes home after a rough mission and you take care of her

You’re sitting on the couch reading a book while you wait for your girlfriend. She had gone on a mission two days ago and was scheduled to return sometime today.

As you get more and more engrossed in your book, you don’t notice that the archer is home until you hear her wince as she closes the front door.

Her mission suit is torn in some places and even in your dimly lit living room, you can see a bit of blood trickle down her face. That's just the injuries you can see, there's no telling what she's dealing with under the suit.

“Oh my god baby. Are you ok?” You throw your book aside and rush over to her. Taking her face in your hands you look her over. You can see a small cut on her cheek as well as a rapidly forming black eye.

“I’m ok baby,” she says, sensing your fear. “I just need to shower and clean these cuts.”

“Ok,” you agree. “But I wanna help.” You can feel a slight pout form on your lips at seeing your girlfriend like this. Despite how many times she’s come home bloody and bruised, it never gets easier seeing her like this.

“Lead the way princess.” She takes your hand in hers and you drag her to the bathroom. You have her strip and climb into the shower.

You turn the showerhead on, making sure the water isn't too hot. As gently as possible you get your girlfriend's hair wet and massage some shampoo into her scalp. Next you apply some conditioner before rinsing it all out.

"Turn around baby," you say. Kate turns around and you gently bathe her with a wash cloth.

"You know if you wanted to touch me so bad all you had to do was ask," Kate says after you had accidently brushed the side of your hand against her boob. You can feel a blush forming on your face.

"Kate," you scold.

"Fine. I'll be good," she says. The next few minutes are spent in silence until you help her out of the tub and dry her off. Next you clean Kate's cuts and put some cream on her blackened eye.

"Thank you baby," Kate says. She leans down and places a soft kiss on your lips.

"You're welcome darling. Now let's get you to bed."

"In bed huh?" you can hear the smirk on her face.

"Not in that way Bishop. Not until you're healed."

You see your girlfriend pout at this, but she doesn't argue. You help her get dressed and into bed. You turn on the tv and eventually land on friends.

"Come here," you tell your girlfriend. She scoots closer to you, and you feel her lay her head in the crook of your neck.

"Thank you for taking care of me, I love you," you hear her muffled voice say.

"I'll always take of you baby. I love you too." You lay a kiss on top of her head and slowly drift off to sleep with her in your arms.

[thisismeracing]

God is a woman | MS47

― Pairing: Mick Schumacher x fem!reader (she/her) ― Word count: 1k ― Warnings: +18; not proofread; suggestive content and mentions of sex; Minors DNI! ― Summary: Making out in bed never felt this deep and heart-stopping, but dating Mick and having him love you is a full experience of being a goddess. Your hips were his altar, and he would swear to everyone that God is a woman because you're it to him. ― A/n: I hope you guys enjoy it! Let me know your thoughts by reblogging and/or leaving me an ask (anons are on) *mwah* 🤍

⁕ Based on this request. ⁕ my masterlist and my taglist ⁕ you can support my writing by reblogging, and leaving a comment (don’t forget to follow me if you like the piece)

The candles were lit by the bedside table and the furniture by the closed window casting a warm glow in the whole room. It was early in the evening, but Mick and Yn were already in bed. In fact, they haven’t left it since the early hours of the day, just soaking up each other’s company and enjoying a lazy and free day. She was wearing one of his shirts and panties, while Mick settled for sweatpants that were hanging low on his hips, showing Yn the perfect amount of skin and trimmed hair that trailed into his boxers, but she was engrossed in one of her poetry books, while Mick tried to gather his thoughts after waking up from a nap. His fingers were tracing shapes on one of her thighs that were on top of his, he would squeeze and massage, and then with the tip of his fingers write his own poems. 

“It’s so interesting how Rupi Kaur portrays the feminine as divine, the creator, the goddess…” Yn observes out loud catching Mick’s attention. 

“That’s because it is.” His short answer makes her close the book, searching for his face.

“Huh?” 

Mick shakes his head and takes the opportunity to hover over her figure, eager for some of her love and light. Yn smiles, forgetting about whatever question she had on the tip of her tongue, the only thing her mouth wants now is him. 

When he dips his face and kills the space between them Yn whimpers widening her legs to shape it around his narrow waist, and lacing her arms around his broad shoulders. Mick coos when Yn drags her hips up to grind against his crotch. He trails wet kisses around her collarbone and neck while whispering praises and Yn enjoys it all with her eyes closed. She feels his fingers on her waist, he grips and squeezes, and then his fingers are tracing shapes on her tummy, and just a few seconds after they’re holding her ass softly, bringing her close to him. 

Yn moans.

Mick mumbles something in German.

Yn moans louder.

He smiles against her skin before chasing her lips again and kissing the air out of her lungs.

“Even your skin tastes good,” Mick whispers in a jovial tone before dragging his tongue on her neck, and Yn giggles hugging him close and looking for his neck to hide her face onto.

“Micky…”

“And your lips, they have the perfect shape, Schatzi,” the point of his index finger and middle finger trace around the shape of her lips, and Yn bites it lightly. 

He feels his heart skip a beat when she mouths an “I love you” to which he answers by pressing their foreheads together and staring into her eyes. The room is silent, but Yn can almost hear all the words his blue orbs are screaming. 

When his back hit the mattress and her body is on top there’s a glow on his smirk, and they enjoy the hazy and the push and pull of the frantic kisses exchanged. The blonde is the one who pauses for a second, taking a deep pull of air into his lungs, and carefully watching his girlfriend on top of him. Mick’s fingers trace the outline of Yn’s nipples, her belly, collarbone, shoulders, jaw, and chin, before finally answering the question she threw at him minutes ago. 

“The feminine. You’re living proof that God is probably a woman.” He grips her waist and Yn moans with the contact. “I’m your follower, your hips are my altar,” he whispers into her ear before biting and nipping her earlobe. 

And then he dips to say something else Yn can’t catch because it’s certainly German and it’s whispered against her skin in such a low tone she can only concentrate on the vibrations between her breasts.

“You always make me feel so good,” it’s a confession, but it's nothing new to Yn. It’s his prayer to her. “I can’t get enough of you, Yn. I could never. Ich werde dich ewig lieben.”

“Micky,” Yn can only meow his name too entranced by his touches and words. 

“Does that feel good, Schatzi?” Mick asks and Yn nods, “Use your words.” It’s his soft demand to which she obliges. 

“It feels perfect, please- just- kiss me, touch me, Mick.” 

“You know I’ll do whatever you want me to.” 

The German keeps muttering praisings to her while kissing his way up to her lips. One of his hands is inside her shirt, caressing and playing with her boobs and nipples. He’s eager to nip and kiss it the way he’s doing with the exposed skin of her collarbone and neck, that’s why his smile gets bigger when Yn makes a move to take off the piece of clothing and throws it somewhere in the room. She lies fully on top of him and he sighs in contentment with her warmth against him.

“You’re so pretty, honey.” He kisses the side of her head and almost melts when he feels Yn’s smile against his skin, he wants to engrave it there, to always feel it, to always know that she’s happy and taken care of. “Your body takes me so well all the time,” and this time she hides her face in the crook of his neck, though her body seems unaware of how shy Yn is feeling because her lower half ruts against Mick’s hardening cock. “You’re a goddess.” He takes her hands and kisses each finger, opening her palm and dragging it softly against his cheeks. “I love you so so much.” 

And then Yn is smiling against his skin again. Feeling warm and fuzzy. Feeling loved, adored, worshipped, chosen. Knowing that indeed whatever she wanted the man under her would give. Sun, stars, the world, Mick would try for her.

“There’s a spot for you in my heart, only for you.” She nips on his white skin and kisses her way back to his lips, but before their lips touch their eyes met, talking, confessing what no idiom can translate: how transcending loving each other can be. 

― ⋆🪩 VOICEMAIL: I didn't quite like this piece, but I hope the anon that sent the request and you guys enjoyed it at least a bit <3 Don’t forget to water a plant and water this account too (you water this account by reblogging and leaving me a message if you’re comfortable, it means a lot to me, and makes my imagination bloom just like a flower would) *forehead kiss*

taglist: @sachaa-ff @ferrariloverr @dalsuwaha @mellowpizzapuppy @mishaandthebrits @mickslover @crimeshowjunkie @formulakay3 @iloveyou3000morgan @fdl305 @carojasmin2204 @saintslewis @wondergirl101ks @chaoticevilbakugo @shhhchriss @smiithys @f1kota @lunnnix @leclercsluv @babyiscrying @uuuseeerrr12 @karmabyfernando @balekane_mohafe @crashingwavesofeuphoria @81astri @pinksstrawberry @culpamias @callsign-scully @moonyschocolate13

⁕ my masterlist and my taglist

[thebucketpail]

When You Accidentally Kill a Clown pt. 5

Pt.1 Prev

Pt.5 (tws; mention of unhealthy eating habits,)

Danny let out a long sigh as he stood up, cursing whatever gods decided to mess with his life. He had just gotten comfortable too! He was in the zone, productive, then this.

“Terry, if you two so much as touch my bed I will kill you.” His roomate, Terry, had just come in loud and boisterous as always, rambling about how Danny had to leave for the night, again. Ancients what was with this guy.

“Yeah, yeah dude I got it, don't touch your shit. Now could you please hurry? She’ll be here in like 2 minutes,” Terry said as Danny, grumpily, shoved books in his backpack.

“You,” Danny pointed at a finger at him, “Have a problem.”

“Uh huh, now move. Come on vamanos,” he replied, ushering Danny through the door.

“And you owe me,”

“Mhhm,” and the door shut in his face. Great. Now he has to find somewhere to stay for the night, preferably without getting mugged. It had been almost two weeks since his terrible awful horrible day featuring the Joker, Red Hood, and a very hangry seagull, and nothing too out of the ordinary had happened. Well, aside from the fact that Danny was being stalked by an ex-crime lord turned vigilante.

Some would say he’s being paranoid and that would probably be fair, Danny had nothing to go off of save for an unsettling feeling of being watched, and the occasional hum of a muffled core. But it was so clearly the hooded man who had taken him for burgers not two weeks ago. It didn’t really matter that much, he just had to keep a lid on his ghostliness is all, but being watched like that was still unsettling.

Regardless, Danny hoisted his bag further onto his shoulder and headed down the hall, he’d probably find a coffee shop or library or something to study in. Classes had only been in session for about a week and a half but the ghost was already swamped with homework. Well that’s what he gets for dumping all his required classes into the first semester.

A brightly colored blur moved in his peripheral vision as he entered a quaint shop. Danny had found this place roughly ten days ago while hunting for some decent espresso. The coffee shop stayed open until eleven at night, one might figure how that would attract coffee addicted insomniacs, as such, Danny had visited this shop every evening usually around 8. So it was a bit of a surprise to see him settling into a nook at 4 in the afternoon. Once Danny was thoroughly satisfied with his setup, he went to order.

“Hey Danny!” Anne greeted from behind the counter, she was busy tying an apron around her waist but gave a small wave anyway, giving a slight nod, “Aren’t you here a bit early? You're usually my closing customer, not my opening,” she joked.

“Yeah, well my roommate kind of kicked me out,so here I am,” They said, smiling as they gestured to themself and the shop at large.

“You want your usual?” she asked, hand poised over the tablet at the register. Their usual was 8 shots of espresso with, what sam called, ‘an ungodly amount of sweet cream and chocolate.’

But at 4 o’clock Danny figured they’d get an early dinner/late lunch instead.

“Actually I’ll have a hot chocolate, dark, with extra cream,” they said grinning, “Oh and add some caramel.”

Anne raised one eyebrow, a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she held back a small chuckle, “Anything else? Food maybe? You look like you haven’t eaten,” and, well, maybe that was true, when was the last time they’d eaten? 6 am maybe? They had a bagel.

“Uuuuuummmmm,” Danny’s eyes scanned the board on the wall behind Anne, “Surprise me? Something with chocolate,” They said. Anne smirked.

“You got it, give me one moment,” Danny moved to the side as she began work on their order. The shop was quiet, save for the loud whirring of the various machines behind the bar. There were a few patrons scattered around, engrossed in their own devices. Which made it all the more noticable, to Danny apparently as no one else seemed to bat an eye, when a scruffy, black haired teenager dressed in red and black stumbled in.

Red Robin’s eyes swept the small shop for a moment before he started moving toward the counter.

“Hey RR, I’ll be with you in a moment,” Anne called from her place at the espresso machine. Danny just stared, mouth probably hanging wide open. Why was Red Robin at their favorite coffee place? And why was everyone here so chill with it?

Danny was pulled from their wondering when Anne deposited their hot chocolate and some coffee cake next to them. They took the food but didn’t move from their place. Seriously? Danny knew plenty of superheroes/ vigilantes (Okay maybe only like two but that's semantics) They should be acting cool about this. But it was just so strange. Maybe this is how Amity Parkers felt whenever they had to watch Phantom have a screaming match with a faulty vending machine, or Red Huntress and Phantom sharing a burger whilst covered head to toe in ectoplasm.

“Your regular five o’clock death wish?” Anne asked, already typing the order into the register, not even looking up when Red Robin nodded. Ancients, did that kid look tired. It was hard to tell with the mask, but he couldn’t have been more than 17. No 17 year old had the right to have such a weary look to their eyes at only 5 in the afternoon. Danny should know, they had sported the same look at his age.

And wasn’t that a thought.

Anne handed off the DeathWish to RR who immediately took a very long drink. Danny was surprised the kid hadn’t chugged it all in one go. He thanked Anne, paid and disappeared out the door, curling himself around the coffee all the while, like it was a precious artifact or something.

“Was that Red Robin?”

“Mhhhm,” Anne replied, “He comes in here before patrol every once in a while. Treats coffee like a lifeline. He’s addicted if you ask me. Once, he ordered three Death Wishes in one sitting. I asked if he was sharing and he just stared at me with dead eyes.”

“oh. Well that’s… something.” Danny said, moving back to his study nook. And Danny thought they were obsessed with coffee. But three death wishes? Three??? At once????? This city's vigilantes were all batshit insane. They'd have to talk to Lady Gotham about her taste in knights.

“You’re telling me,” She snorted. As Danny returned to his English homework. God why did it have to be English homework. Well at least he had chocolate.

About two hours later, Danny almost spit out their coffee when Red Robin came back for more.

------------

Notes; Ahhhhhhh, just a little blrb. I was gonna do more but then I didn't feel like it, so have this little encounter while I think of ways to work civilian Jason into Danny’s life.

And If you think I’m projecting my chocolate addiction onto Danny than you are absolutely right.

I Love Comments! I love reblogs! I read them all and they fuel my willpower to write more!

Uuuh dont know what else to say sooo… *Throws glitter and scampers away*

Pt.6

[chemical-killjoy]

Can you do Coffee Shop AU x Accidental kiss

With Y/N And Gerard Way?

Of course!! Sorry it took so long! It's been a hell of a month lol

Kisses and Coffee

Gerard x reader (gender neutral)

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: Gerard and Y/N meet in a coffee shop, become friends and more after an accidental kiss

You had been coming to your favourite coffee shop for the last decade, and upon learning that it closed, you were on the hunt for a new one. This devastating news left you wandering around town for a while until you saw a cute little cafe you had never been too before. And there was something about it that just felt right.

You took a small two-person table by the window in the corner of the cafe and looked around. It shop was a light blue-grey with paintings of flowers and posters decorating the walls. The air smelt of coffee, toast and biscuits. There was a hum of noise as the cafe was, while small, pretty full, and it felt like a warm hug.

Once you saw the menu, you were sold. This had to be your new coffee place, I mean, they sold churros!! And ham and cheese croissants! In the same place? Insane in the best way. You ordered a mocha and muffin and were snuggled up with a book while waiting when a hand landed on your shoulder.

“Wow, you're early for a change!” The voice that greeted you was warm, but unfamiliar. You turned around to face the stranger, and the poor man's face dropped.

“I'm so sorry, you are not the person I thought you were,” he said slowly, standing awkwardly and putting his hands in his pockets.

“It's OK, happens all the time,” you lied, giving the man a small smile to put him at ease. He had kind eyes and smile, with an air about him that just made you feel comfort able. There was something about him that soothed you, despite the random introduction.

The man sat down at a table in the opposite corner, and as your food and coffee arrived, he waited for a person that never showed.

You were so engrossed in your book, that when you finished the last few pages, your coffee (what was left of it) was cold, and your muffin barely touched. You put the book down and took a minute to return to reality. You looked up to see the man from earlier checking his watch once again, sighing and looking down at the table. You knew that look well.

You walked over before you could stop yourself.

“Hi,” you started, unsure of yourself. “Mind if I join you?”

“Ah, sure! Doesn't seem like she's coming anyway.” The man replied.

“I thought I recognised that look. I'm sorry,” you said, looking away. “Hey, my name's Y/N.”

“Gerard. Nice to meet you.” Gerard held out a hand, which you took softly. There was a warmth to it that mad you smile.

You sat down, thinking of how to start A Conversation. How do people do that again? Luckily Gerard swooped in to end the awkward silence.

“What book are you reading? You seemed super engrossed in it?”

“Yeah? Sometimes I get carried away when I read, it's like I'm not really on Earth and I'm in the book, watching like a fly on the wall,” you laughed, “Sometimes I get so invested, I make faces and gasp out loud without realising I'm doing it.”

Gerard giggled. “You know you've got a good book on your hands when that happens. So what kind of stories are you into?” He asked, and you launched into a long and comfortable conversation, as though you'd both known each other for centuries.

It had been a few months since you first met, but you and Gerard would meet up every week, having your own miniature book club that eventually turned into exchanging CDs and long heart to hearts til the coffee shops closed and the pubs became quiet.

Over time you struggled to keep your feelings or the man at bay. He was kind and cuddly, but strong and brave, and you just admired him so much. It was hard to stay friends when you watched him talk and focused more on his lips than the words he was speaking.

And though you didn't know it, Gerard got more and more comfortable with you, and found himself falling as well. The small gestures became touches, a soft brush of the hand when passing you something, leaning his head on your shoulder in a booth when you're tired, hugs that last just a moment longer than intended, and the occasional kiss on the cheek when it had been a while. You were scared to think that maybe it was only in your mind that his lips lingered for a breath longer than a friend.

It was a cool night and you and Gerard were meeting up at a pub, as you'd been busy with work all day but you both needed some time away from it all, happily finding refuge in each other.

The pub was a warm and vibrant atmosphere, people laughing, mugs clinking, and staff weaving through the crowd, remarkably spilling nothing. You struggled to find Gerard in the crowd, but suddenly there was a hand on the small of your back. You turned around and the scowl on your face shifted to a smile.

“Gee! How are you!” You cried giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek... or what you intended to be a kiss on the cheek. Gerard had the same idea, and you both went in the same direction. Your lips collided in a short and quick peck that sent electricity through both of you, pulling away with wide eyes.

Gerard laughed. “Well, I'm good now,” he said with a flirting smirk, and you turned your head and blushed.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to-” you started, flustered.

“No no it's fine, I'm sorry, hey, how about we grab a seat?” Gerard stopped you.

You spent a few hours happily munching on hot chips and a burger, and sipping a cider while you chatted about anything and everything you could possibly think of, Gerard talking your ear off equally. By the time your food was gone and your drinks disappeared, the pub was nearly empty and a comfortable quiet came over you both.

Gerard looked at you.

“You know, you had nothing to apologise for, right?” Gerard asked, out of the blue.

“What do you mean?”

“When we kissed. I know it was an accident and all but you didn't need to apologise. I actually, um, I didn't mind it. I wouldn't mind it again.”

You looked away, cheeks heating up fast. When you didn't answer fast enough, Gerard tried to backtrack.

“'M sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or anything, you know what, just forget I said it, it didn't happen and doesn't really matter anyway, I me-”

“Gee.” Was all you had to say to silence him.

You looked up at him with the Y/E/C eyes that he adored with all his heart. Even if your lips never touched his again, he decided he'd be content to just have your eyes stay on his for a few more moments. But you took him by surprise, putting you hand on his and then kissing his cheek. When you pulled away, you shyly bit your lip.

Gerard leant forward slowly, and kissed the skin where your cheek meets your lips, desperate to prove his point, lost for words, and terrified to scare you off. His lips stayed on your skin for a moment longer and you felt his breath on your cheek, sending a shiver down your spine. You pressed your forehead against his, eyes closed, noses rubbing for a moment, before you both leaned in and kissed. It was magic. Not the extreme, passionate, thrilling heat. No. But soft. Calm. Warm. Like the safety coming home from a storm. The contentment of a good book. The joy and comfort of your favourite coffee shop.

The kiss ended and you both barely pulled away, soft smiles on your faces, light in your eyes, and quiet laughter drifting from you.

“You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that,” Gerard said, hand still behind your neck.

“You have no idea how much I need you to do it again.”

And with that, your lips met. And would meet, again, again and again.

Taglist:

This is a new account, I was @immrbrightsideeee so please click here if you were and still want to be on my taglist, or if you want to be added (it'd mean a lot!)

@fandomfoodiedancer @smiling-girl @niche-bitch @charlie-rulerofhell

[waltwhitmansbeard]

oh my god, you're covered in blood. In Vamp Machina? ^_^

oh my god, you're covered in blood. this is the au. based on this ask.

Keyleth doesn't normally make deliveries, but Zahra is worth the exception. She's become quite the loyal customer since her move to Emon, and she enjoys her dry sense of humor. It's worth the twenty minute detour on her walk home to deliver her usual dried aconite and Keyleth's signature calming tea blend of chamomile, peppermint, and rosehips.

She follows someone into his building, then take the stairs to the second floor, where she knocks on the door labeled 2D. "Delivery!"

There's some shuffling inside, a chaotic fumbling, and then a familiar, "Uh, not a great time!"

She frowns. That's Kash's voice, she's sure of it. He's come in with Zahra a handful of times, and he's peppered Keyleth with quite a few questions about her work. "Kash, it's Keyleth! From the herbalist's? Zahra didn't pick up her order today, so I just thought I'd drop it off for her."

There's a pregnant pause, followed by a strained, "Leave it at the door, please."

Something's not right. He's an odd one, Kash, but he's not usually this...cagey. She bends down to set the paper bag just up against the door, but she knows this nagging feeling isn't ever going to leave her alone, so she tries the doorknob. "Kash?"

It's unlocked, which is weird in and of itself, so she pushes inside, hoping to help a friend in distress.

.

At this point, slipping in through Keyleth's bedroom window is old hat for Vax. He'd prefer to walk in through the front door—it's degrading, sneaking around like he's a teenager and not well into his second century—but an encounter with her bitchy vampire hunter roommate is not what he needs right now. He stretches out on her bed, thumbing through a trashy romance novel she checked out from the library as he waits for her to get home.

He's so engrossed in the surprisingly complex political plot line of this bodice ripper that he almost doesn't hear her enter the room. It's the soft snick of the door shutting behind her that pulls his attention away from the book. "Hey, this is actually pretty good once you get past—holy fucking shit."

Her face scrunches up as her hands start to flap in his direction. "Quiet! I don't want Percy to hear."

Vax launches himself to to his feet. "You're worried about Percy? Keyleth, you're covered in blood."

She sighs, as if his pointing it out is an inconvenience for her. "Yes, I am." She shuffles over to her closet and begins rummaging around.

He feels like the back of his head is going to explode. It's all over her, caked onto her arms, splashed up into her hair. He can smell it, rich and warm and sweet and hers. He swallows thickly. "Do you care to share why?"

She pauses, her back to him. "No." She continues to pull out a change of clothes.

Well into his second century, and he's never met someone as inscrutable as her. "Keyleth, fuck, are you hurt?"

He knows the quiet no is a lie before she says it. There's a stiffness to her movements, a tenderness clearly borne of pain. He comes up behind her, put his hands over hers to stop their movement. "Keyleth." She looks at him, exhaustion seeping into every corner of her face. "Please, talk to me."

He can see them now, a few slash marks through the sleeves of her denim jacket, the source of all of the blood. His heart hasn't beat in many decades but he swears he can feel it racing now, feel its roaring fury in his chest. "Who did this to you?" He tries to keep the trembling rage from his voice, but he knows he fails.

"It was an accident."

"That's not an answer."

"Look, it looks a lot worse than it is, okay? I promise." She puts her hands on either side of his face, and for a moment, he must hold his breath to keep out the delicious aroma of her blood on her skin. "You trust me to keep your secret, yeah?" He nods; he trusts her with every dead bone in his body. "Then trust that other secrets are just as worth keeping."

His teeth long to tear into something, to rend someone's flesh for this. "Are you saying another vampire did this?"

She snorts. "Definitely not." She presses her lips to his, and fuck, she tastes divine. "I'm going to get cleaned up, put some of my healing poultice on this. I'll be fine by morning, I promise." She gathers up her clothes and disappears into her bathroom, leaving Vax stunned and seething. He may not yet know who harmed her, who spilled her blood and left her to limp home, but when he does, he will become every bit the ruthless monster the man in the other room of this apartment knows him to be.

[melshome]

paint splattered teardrops - chapter 4

cw angst, fluff, body shaming, bullying, slowburn??, harassment, abuse characters scaramouche, childe mentioned a lot, other chars mentioned a/n hi! i really enjoy writing this series hehe please enjoy this chapter!! the romance is starting to brew...~~ if you'd like to be added to the taglist, please let me know~!

@moonbyunniee @local-mr-frog

"Y/N!" Childe's head pops out from the side of the classroom door. You look up, and you take a step back in surprise. What is Childe doing here? You stand up, and start packing your books. Childe walks over to you, and helps you.

"Hi Childe. What are you doing here?-" You ask, confused. Usually you guys would meet at your usual spot.

"Oh, well, Kunikuzushi and I had an idea, that we should eat at the nearby hotpot place!" Childe hands you your bag back. You sling it over your shoulder. "Ooh, that sounds nice," you nod your head, thinking about how fun it'd be. You don't know that you're actually smiling, but Childe clearly notices.

"Well~ Would you like to?"

"Of course!" The two of you walk out of the classroom, talking about favourite hotpot sauces. "Why was Y/N with Childe?"

Signora looks up when she hears Y/N's name. "What did you say? Y/N with who?" Signora walks up to the two girls whispering. One of them looks up, and stutters.

"She was with.. Childe.."

Signora gets all the details out of the girl, finding out that Childe, Kunikuzushi and Y/N, are going to the nearby hotpot place. She chuckles, shaking her head. "She suddenly ditches me for better friends huh.." Kunikuzushi notices Y/N has only gotten one piece of meat, the rest are vegetables. He looks up eating, and stares at Y/N, who's engrossed in a conversation with Childe. Kunikuzushi cooks a few pieces of meat, and puts it into Y/N's bowl. She looks at the bowl, and then at Kunikuzushi.

He glares at her. "What?"

"Why'd you..?" She's about to ask, but Childe stops her. "Kunikuzushi is paying for it, so he doesn't want to waste his money. Eat all that you can!" Childe nudges Kunikuzushi gently. He gives Childe a cold look, before eating again.

Walking out of the place, Y/N sighs loudly. "Wow, I haven't had a hotpot meal in a while," she stretches, yawning. "Thank you for paying, Kunikuzushi!"

Childe chuckles, thanking him as well.

"Yeah yeah, Childe made me pay anyways," Kunikuzushi takes out his phone.

"Want us to walk you home Y/N?" Childe asks, turning to Y/N. She looks at him, but notices behind him, someone is beckoning Y/N, with a finger for Y/N to come over.

Y/N quickly looks back at Childe, her mouth open a bit about to speak. Childe looks back, but sees nothing. He turns back to Y/N, and waits for her reply. She slowly shakes her head, and then slowly, quickly.

"No.. no, it's alright. Thank you, Childe." Y/N waves them goodbye, as they head in the opposite direction.

A few minutes of standing there, Y/N turns to alleyway where she saw her, and walks there. "Signora?"

Someone grabs her by the throat, and pins her to the wall. Y/N struggles to breath, as Signora holds her throat. Y/N scratches Signora's arm, trying to make her let go.

"Look at you, got two new friends to hang out with~ What happened to me?" Signora sarcastically pounts. She finally notices Y/N face is turning blue, and she lets go. Y/N falls to the ground, coughing, holding her throat. She pants, wondering how she almost met death.

Signora places her foot on Y/N shoulder, and leans down, tilting Y/N face up. "You ate a lot of food today at the hotpot place, didn't you? A lot of meat, and vegetables? Did you get desert as well? 5 scoops of ice cream maybe?" Signora smirks, looking at Y/N upset face.

Y/N swats Signora's hand away, and stands up, struggling to. Signora chuckles in surprise.

"Can you stop? Signora, please?" Y/N frowns at Signora. Tears are streaming down her face. She wipes her nose, sniffing.

"I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR BU-"

A harsh slap cut the sentence short. Y/N stumbles, holding onto the brick wall for support.

"I'm hoping that'll be an good enough warning for you to not talk with them," Signora grabs the back of Y/N head, pulling Y/N forward to whisper in her ear. Ballzdeer: You think I like Y/N? Are you doing drugs?

ajaxcom: No I am not doing drugs. But yes, I think you like her. You gave her some of the meat.. which.. you obviously were going to eat. And plus, I know that you wouldn't have even payed if she wasn't there.

Ballzdeer: *swears at Childe*

Ballzdeer has blocked ajaxcom.

a/n: for some reason, i couldnt make all of the text into the "chat font". pretend they're texting on their phone- Childe looks around the gym, wondering where she is. He doesn't notice, but Kunikuzushi is also looking around, taking small glances at the door to the girls changing room, hoping she's going to walk out, and greet him.

Childe sighs, and asks some girls in Y/N's class where she is.

"Oh Y/N? She didn't come to school today.. which is strange of her.. isn't it?"

"Yeah yeah, I'm kind of hoping she'll come though, because we have a test today, and I don't want her to miss out."

"Alright, thank you girls!" Childe winks at them, jogging up to Kunikuzushi. He tells him what they told him.

Kunikuzushi stares at the ground ahead of him, when Childe is done.

"Maybe she'll come to school later.. I hear that she doesn't miss a single test," Childe says, before jogging up to the other boys to start warming up. Kunikuzushi looks up, and glares at the gym doors.

You better come. You're much better than this stupid ginger. You continue running to the gym doors, and stop right in front of it.

What will my classmates say.. You shake your head, remembering that you shouldn't think about what others think of you. As you're about to open the gym doors, someone opens it, and Kunikuzushi almost bumps into you. He looks a bit surprised when he makes eye contact with you. He closes the gym doors, and walks ahead. You stare at him, but turn around, about to open the doors again.

"Are you an idiot? Come with me," Kunikuzushi says.

You turn back to him, and smile, just a bit. You jog up to him, walking behind him. Kunikuzushi grabs your wrist, and gently brings you next to him.

"Don't walk behind, walk next to people."

"Ah.. okay," you quietly say, nodding your head.

You two have been walking for a while now, away from the gym.

"Err.. where are we going, Kunikuzushi?"

"I don't know."

"Wait what? So we're just walking to no where?" You stop, and question if you're going to get into trouble. Kunikuzushi stops as well, and takes a seat the usual spot.

"Oh, we're here," you take a seat next to Kunikuzushi.

"Uh.. so.." Kunikuzushi starts. You look at him, and notice he's.. a bit pink.

Is he flustered? Is he-

"About me coming late to school?"

He nods his head, turning to the right in embarrassment.

"Ah well.." you struggle with the words to word it.

"Some stuff happened at home.. and well erm.. I just woke up late.." your chuckle is a bit too loud. You clear your throat, hoping Kunikuzushi doesn't suspect anything. Kunikuzushi smiles. Just a small, sad one.

"Uh well.."

"If you need.. uhm.."

"Any uh, someone to, you know.." Kunikuzushi groans in frustration.

Y/N quietly chuckles. "Thank you."

Kunikuzushi quickly looks at Y/N, and finds that she's crying. She smiles, and looks confused.

"Ah.. sorry sorry.. I don't know what's up with me.." she wipes her eyes, taking out a tissue packet from her pocket.

She looks up at Kunikuzushi, when he suddenly puts his arms around her, and says,

"Don't be sorry." Y/N opens her mouth to speak, but it comes out as a sob. She buries her head into Kunikuzushi's shoulder, finally opening up.

"She said I shouldn't, but I want to. I enjoy talking and hanging out with you and Childe.. But I don't want her to find out.. She'll.."

"She'll.."

"Don't finish, I already know who you're talking about, and what she'll do," Kunikuzushi gives a small squeeze, with a glare on his face.

[coffeecat1983]

Down the Road pt 6 (Mario movie fanfic)

The next day after lunch, Luigi was on the couch with Bria in his lap, watching a cartoon about kittens trying to open a bakery. Mario was on the floor beside them, deeply engrossed in his video game. "Why do the weapons always have to break? Can't save Hyrule with broken sticks…" he muttered. He didn't even look up as Marie and Arthur walked past and into the kitchen. Luigi noticed though and caught snippets of the conversation. "…. Heard from Marianna?" came Marie's voice. "Yeah, boys might stay one more night Tony said…" "…Let them stay here…. Not a problem…" There was some more talk that he couldn't make out, then the sound of footsteps as Marie came in. "Oh Bria, nap time sweetie." Bria, who was beginning to doze, grumbled and pushed herself into Luigi's chest, snuggling up against him. Marie laughed. "Looks like she wants her uncle instead of her bed." Bria had been born after the bros had turned thirteen, and Marie and Arthur had asked them to be called her uncles due to the age difference. Both had jumped excitedly at the offer for the special title. "Want me to tuck you in?" Luigi asked. Bria nodded, clinging to his shirt. "Okie-dokie." Luigi carefully held his cousin as he stood, following his aunt down the hall. Mario meanwhile turned his game off, sighing to himself. Arthur peeked around the corner. "Hey Mario, got a minute? C'mon back to my office, would ya?" Mario got up and joined his uncle. The way the apartment was used was different from Mario and Luigi's home. The room they used as a dining and little home office was Arthur's living room, and what would be the bros' small living room was used as Arthur's home office. It was crammed with a desk and computer, mini fridge, bookcases, papers and office boxes everywhere. Mario couldn't help but wonder how Arthur could find anything in the chaos, although he had to admit he wasn't much better with his own study desk at home. Like Luigi, Arthur had a head for numbers and details, and after Bria was born, he had gone on from working as a mechanic into what was accounting for the garage for better pay. Tony meanwhile still worked at the garage, specializing in repair of classic cars. He had a decent list of customers that only trusted him for their needs. He had called off for the next few days, citing a 'family emergency'. Grabbing a stack of books, Arthur cleared off a chair. "Have a seat." he said, plopping down hard into his own office chair. Opening the mini fridge, he took out two bottles of pop and handed Mario one. "How you holdin' up with all this?" he asked. Mario's shoulders slumped. "I donno. Just feel so helpless…" "I know the feelin', kid. It's not easy. But you know you can talk to any of us here, got it? And right now, you're doing the one thing you need to be, being there for your bro."

Marie smiled. She was fixing up the bed and she could hear Luigi singing softly to Bria. Finishing up, she watched them for a minute. Along with singing, Luigi was gently rocking his cousin in his arms. She had snuggled against him and fallen asleep. "You're so good with her, you'd be a good big bro yourself, you know that?" Marie said. "Thanks," Luigi blushed faintly. He carefully lowered Bria onto the bed and tucked her in before following Marie out. "I want another cup of coffee," Marie said, "you want anything? There's tea or lemonade if you'd like." "Sure." Their walk to the kitchen was interrupted by a knock at the front door. Marie answered it and came in with Marianna. The heart wrenching cry that Luigi let out when he saw her brought Mario and Arthur running from the other room and Tony joined them. Marianna took her boys into a warm hug and then guided them to the couch to sit as Luigi broke down. "I'm sorry… I'm sorry… It's all my fault!" he sobbed out. "I've messed everything up, I'm just a mistake!" Arthur felt it, that creeping sensation at the base of his skull that he'd get when Tony was upset or hurt. One glance at his twin told him everything. His body was tense, his eyes damp with tears and he looked like he had been slapped across the face. He went flying past Arthur and kneeled by Luigi, taking his hands in his own. "Kid, listen to me," his voice was shaky, "don't ever, ever think that, you hear me? You are not a mistake; you never have been. Listen, your Uncle Art and I joke around with you boys a lot, but this is one thing I will never joke about, you got it? You are not a mistake!" Marianna pulled Luigi into a hug. "Your Uncle is right, you're not a mistake, you are just who you're supposed to be. I'm still talking with your father, just give him some time." "Hey bro," Arthur spoke up, "what if you tell Giovanni about you, you know, go over and talk with him more?" Tony stood and folded his arms. "I thought about that, but it could complicate things. One, he could feel like I'm ganging up on him, and two, he could take it as 'Luigi thinks he's like this because you do'. Last thing I want to do is throw a full gas tank on a fire here." "And knowing him, that's exactly what he'd do," Marianna said with a hint of frustration. "But we got Papa on our side, and he's been at Giovanni about you boys coming home, so things might change tonight if I wear him down." She kissed Luigi's cheek. "You just let me keep at him. This'll be done soon, I want my boys home."

To be continued...

By "CC"

[pheita]

For the romantic confessions prompts, pls:

"you are all i can think about."

Yeah, this isn't only half a romantic confession, but hey, we have our favorite idiotic cupcakes. And so no one get's confused: Zoe and Tali are half-sister, same dad, different moms. Welcome to the poly life of mystical beings.

Constantine's Part here

Big Sisters are a Curse (Tali Edition)

Engrossed in her papers, Tali's gaze went from side to side. Three different books lay spread open in front of her, while her notebook lay on her lap, and she moved the end of the pen back and forth in her mouth. Constantine's soft laughter wafted over to her. Slowly, she looked up, only to cringe in shock as her sister was suddenly in her field of vision. "Zoe!" "I've been trying to get your attention for two minutes," Zoe laughed. Hands on hips, she almost looked like a younger version of Nura. Tali ducked her head a little. "I'm sorry. Did I lose track of time?" "No, I thought I'd pick you up when I got there early. It's all good." A deep sigh escaped Tali as she relaxed and carefully put bookmarks in everywhere. "Don't scare me like that." "That's what sisters are for." Constantine's laughter grew louder. Tali looked past Zoe and gave him an annoyed look. "What's so funny?" "It makes me feel better to know I'm not the only one whose sister gets you on the wrong foot." He got up from his desk and came over to her. Since the archive was effectively already closed, Constantine had already taken off his robes and was walking around the office in just a Tshirt and slacks, befitting the weather. Tali could see clearly how Zoe was checking him out from top to bottom, and she closed her notebook unnecessarily loudly before almost jumping up. "That's a talent of Zoe's. I hardly think your sister is as bad, Constantine." "You haven't met Helena yet, thankfully," he just smirked and turned to Zoe to shake her hand, "It's nice to meet someone from Tali's family." "You mean someone who isn't her mother." Cautiously, Tali's gaze went back and forth between Zoe and Constantine. "I'm sure her mother isn't that bad. I can tell you from experience that people themselves always think they have the worst parents of all."

"I couldn't agree more," Zoe laughed out, patting Constantine's hand. Tali could also tell his astonishment just by the minimal narrowing of his eyes. "I don't want to interrupt any further. Tali has more than earned her vacation." Grinning, Tali rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I won't do any research for the next few days, I promise." "Right on." He leaned forward and adjusted her blouse collar, which made her extremely uncomfortable. They remained so close to each other. "Have fun and come back refreshed. Don't pass out on me again." Tali felt the blood rush to her head and Zoe's questioning gaze on her. "I hadn't had breakfast that day." "Now chop, chop. You're off work." Another encouraging smile and Constantine walked back to his desk. Tali took a deep breath and looked at Zoe, whose eyes were glued to Constantine's butt. Growling, Tali grabbed her bag and Zoe's arm and pulled her out into the hallway, still growling. "See you Monday!" she called out still to Constantine and was out the door.

"Whoa, wait, sweetie. What are you doing?" "What's what?" "The growling. The last time you growled at me, I stole the last leg of lamb from you, and you were 12." Zoe looked at her inquiringly, but Tali ignored it and just walked down the hall. A few steps later, Zoe bolted back up. "Tali? What's wrong?" Snorting loudly, Tali nodded toward the back. Immediately, Zoe grabbed her and pulled her outside the large doors of the Archives. Once outside, she let go and indicated with a nod that she should keep moving. "The walls still have ears?" asked Zoe sympathetically. "When don't they? Not here, not at headquarters." "Yeah, mom mentioned something like that. So, what was with the growling?" Keeping her eyes on the path in front of her, Tali continued. "I growled?" "You did, sweetie. Very clearly." "Shit." "That doesn't sound good," Zoe chortled. Again, Tali huffed and looked over at her. "You have no idea how bad it is."

"I have a plan for us, two wonderfully young little darlings." As they walked, Zoe put an arm around her shoulders and looked at her happily. "Which one?" Growing skepticism began to settle in Tali, and she wondered if spending a long weekend with Zoe after the run-in was such a good idea. "You remember the burger place down the street?" "Yeah..." "Closed down and since last month there's a Syrian restaurant in there. Lots and lots of goodies from the wood-fired grill. And best of all, they also deliver, or more, you can take away for home." At the word wood grill combined with Syrian restaurant, the image of grilled lamb chops was already floating in front of Tali's mental eyes. "And dessert?" "To the Arab baker?" "I'll roll home after the weekend," Tali laughed off. "I'll take that as a yes." She took one deep breath and pulled Zoe into a hug. It was going to be a busy weekend, she knew that now, but at least it was Zoe and not someone else from the family.

Just a little while later, they were sitting on the floor in Zoe's apartment in front of the coffee table, which was loaded with all the delicacies they had picked up after a little detour at the family's house. Everything the large grill plate yielded was on the table, sauces and side dishes on the side next to the table along with the drinks and desserts, so Tali started to feel like she was starving in front of a richly set table because she didn't know what she wanted first. "This is supposed to be for two?" she asked for good measure. "I guess we looked pretty hungry," Zoe replied, equally confused at the crowd. "I think we can still eat from it tomorrow..." "Especially since we got extra bread." Tali started giggling at the thought of the bag of bread and other things from the Arab bakery. "We were very hungry." "And I still have salmon in the freezer." "So you do love me." "You always, I'll reconsider with the others."

Grinning, Zoe reached for the first piece of meat, unofficially opening the meal. After a hungry silence and the loading of the plates, Tali could already hear curiosity eating away at Zoe, but said nothing. "So.....," Zoe stretched the word expecting Tali to understand it as the invitation it was, but Tali ignored it and continued nibbling on her lamb chop. An annoyed look from Zoe was followed by a dramatic sigh into her food. "Your coworker is already a showstopper. His rear end is already a delicious treat." Growling, Tali fixed her sister across the table, who immediately threw up her hands defensively. "Relax, sweetie. I get it, your delicious treat." "What?" squeaked Tali. The lamb fell out of her hand and landed rumbling on the plate. "You don't realize what you're doing, do you?" "What am I doing?" The feeling of the last bite stuck in her throat didn't make it any easier for Tali. She slumped down, trying to make herself as small as possible. Zoe reached across the table for her hand with an encouraging smile. "It's not bad, Tali. In a way, it's sweet that you're so territorial about him." "I don't know what you mean."

As best she could, Tali tried to ignore the fact that Zoe was still looking at her like that and reached for the bread. "Hey, it's me. Your big sister." "By half a year." "Still, I'm older," Zoe giggled. She stood up and took two big steps around all the food, only to fall next to Tali and give her a hug. "What's Constantine like? Tell me about him." Tali let go of the bread and wrapped an arm around Zoe, nuzzling into her shoulder with a smirk. "He kind of has this calming aura. When he explains something, it's in a way that I can understand without feeling like I'm stupid, but just in a way that he assumes not everyone knows what he knows. You should have seen the office earlier. The unholy mess. How he could find anything, I still wonder." "Knew I saw a touch of Tali in that order." "Hey!" "You just have this unique way of putting things in order." "But he understands order," Tali pouted. "That's the most important thing, isn't it?" "I guess."

Zoe gave her another squeeze. The brief silence was like a threat. Mentally, Tali couldn't help but compare it to how comfortable the silence was with Constantine, there was something peaceful about it, unlike this wait-and-see from Zoe. "Say it." "Say what?" Zoe rolled her eyes and hugged Tali to her with a small grin. "Does he know? He's clearly into you, the way he said goodbye to you, even if it was awkward." "Can we please keep eating?" pleaded Tali. Slowly, Zoe let go of her and looked at her skeptically as she pranced back to her seat. "What is it?" Taking a deep breath, Tali looked up at Zoe and took another deep breath. "Tali?" "He's my supervisor. I can't. This is the stupidest thing that could happen to me. It's...I can't tell him ‘You’re all I can think about.' I can't.... I'd be no better than..." She looked at the plate in front of her and kneaded her hands. "Your mom." Startled, Tali looked up to find Zoe looking at her with a soft, compassionate gaze. "Like Mom." "You know how most people get to know each other through work?" "But..." Slowly, Zoe's head rolled away to the side, and she looked up in agony. "Sweetie, just because your mom is a really weird case and she and Dad met because he was her boss and was actually dating someone else at the time, who as far as I can remember was a horrible person by his own admission, doesn't mean you're the same. The Constantine thing is a whole different starting point."

"Yeah, like that he's an elemental." Zoe huffed in amusement and leaned forward so that her eyes met Talis'. "That's neither a problem nor an obstacle." "I know." "You like him." Picking at the lamb, Tali nodded silently. "How long have you known each other now?" "Since my birthday." "So.... Help me. Seven months? Almost eight?" Again, Tali just nodded. She decided to keep eating before it got completely cold and picked up the chop again, half looking at Zoe, who looked thoughtful. "Apparently it was enough that he likes you too. When he fixed your collar earlier, I honestly thought he was going to kiss you next." The bite caught in Tali's throat in surprise. Coughing, she tried to give Zoe an evil look, which didn't really work if she was to believe Zoe's laughter. As soon as she calmed down, Tali's head fell into her hands. "Why can't the ground just swallow me up?" "Then I'll have less to laugh about." "Love you too." "I love you a lot more." "I doubt that right now," Tali muttered.

Giving herself courage in thought, she straightened up again. "You really think so?" "What?" "That he wanted to kiss me?" After a moment of thought, Zoe shrugged. "Only he can answer that, but it already seemed that way to me." Giggles slowly bubbled up inside Tali until they finally erupted. Zoe just shook her head with a smirk. "You're one of those awfully cute girls when you're in love." It didn't stop Tali's giggles, only made them worse until she fell backwards, already doubled over. "Are you going to be like this all weekend?" "I don't know..." "Then I'll think twice about gagging you." Grinning, Tali sat back down. "I'll try to behave, but I can't promise anything if you keep asking me about him." "That sounds fair."

[pepsicup]

The Boob Thing

Bucky Barnes x Reader 1.5k words

Summary: There are things we do that they will never understand, especially a man like him. (semi smut, breast play, slight body worship, we love tiddies here)

Author note: this concept is from my vault that I wrote with a friend for a different fandom, I decided to repurpose it since it got archived. Not my best work since I'm trying to get back in the groove after writing Problems Of A Spaceman but whatever, enjoy! (I have the attention span of a cube of sugar so there are probably mistakes, I re-read my work all the time so it will be fixed)

Bucky cleared his throat to break the comfortable silence he came home to, attempting to gain her attention as subtly as he could. She was curled up on their bed with a small book, almost in the exact place where he left her, but...not completely the same way as before.

It was one of those quiet days where they could do absolutely nothing if they so wanted, but he did slip out to take care of a few things so he could spend the rest of it with her undividedly. She was so engrossed in reading that she hadn’t even notice he left and came back all in the same hour. Though he wasn't gone long, he found her in an even more natural lounging position that caught him off guard at the very sight.

"Doll?" his words were stunted by something hidden in his voice.

She hummed back in response, not registering his presence until the next thing he ask tore her focus away completely.

“Are you...feeling yourself up?” she peeked around her book at him standing in the doorway.

Bucky had an amused expression from the moment he walked in and while he’d been watching her for the last couple of minutes before speaking up. He's not ashamed to admit that he waited to announce his presence to see if it was going to end up becoming another thing he liked to watch, but it sadly wasn't. She was...well he had no clue what she was doing.

All that matters is it was something that was happening without him.

She wore a loose-fitting shirt, but had one of her hands slipped inside and resting laxly on her right breast. As Bucky stood there unnoticed, she unconsciously squeezed every few moments like it was no big deal. To him, it wasn't normal unless he was involved or if she had her other hand in her panties, luring him over with those pretty eyes.

It seemed like she was doing it just to do it.

She put her book down, marked the page so she could get back to it later and shifted so she was laying against the many pillows littering the bed. Her other hand came to sit on her abdomen as the other remained in its place.

“Just pla—” her fingertips dipped under the bunched-up hemline of the shirt, leaving her underwear on full display.

“You playin' with yourself without me, sweetheart?” Bucky walked over to the end of the bed and crawled up to her.

Once he was hovering over her, he didn't make any moves to touch and watched with an adorable curiosity, though adorable might not be the right word to use while he raked over her skin.

“No!” she giggled, trying to explain herself to a man from a different time, "it's just...entertaining?"

“Entertaining...?” he licked his lips, trying his best to pay attention. She ran her foot up the side of his thick thigh and hooked it on his hip lazily. This type of intimacy was normal for them, but there was that one thing that wasn’t.

Bucky rested his forehead on hers as they exchanged glances from her chest, where he could just see the outline of her hand, and back up.

"Yeah, they are nice to play with," she said innocently.

She placed her free hand on his beside them that pressed into the mattress. He pulled their interlocking hands to his mouth and kissed her knuckles to hide a smirk at the words, keeping his lips against the soft skin.

“I know...” he wiggled his eyebrows.

She couldn’t help but laugh this time, "Not like that you dummy,"

Bucky snickered against the back of her hand as she continued to ramble on, “It's just something I do when I'm comfortable or relaxed...most of the time I don't even notice I'm doing it"

There wasn't a clear reason why she did it, sometimes it was sexual but it was also comforting to have something to hold or be held – it could even be the result of boredom. The mounds of flesh are coincidentally very squishy and anyone who owns a pair knew what she was talking about. Bucky did have quite the chest himself, but it wasn't as authentic as the real deal enough to understand.

“I still don’t get it” he said sheepishly, a humorous edge in his voice.

“Tell me what you don’t get, baby” She sighed, shaking her head at his ability to listen with any other organ except for his ears.

While he is distracted with the question, she pulled her hand out and unravelled theirs swiftly. He was pondered as she maneuvered her next movements carefully and made her move before he could even comprehend what was on his own mind. She positioned her hands to rest on top of his and slid them up her shirt to the untouched side of her chest. Her hand stayed firm on his as her bust filled his palm, he gaped down at her like it was the first time she’d ever done something like that.

"You're just asking for it, aren't ya?" he mused, the smirk kicking up the side of his mouth.

Bucky leaned in far enough that she witnessed his eye shift at the close proximity. She could tell he wanted to kiss her so badly, but his demeanour made it feel like he wanted to do a lot more. It still wasn't the priority, she was only trying to make him understand. She ignored the charming attempts to sway her and focused on urging his lower body with her leg to lay down beside her.

“What are ya tryin' to do now?” he planted himself like a tree so she couldn't move him.

“Shhh, let me show you what I mean... and behave yourself for once" she cocked her head pointedly.

He narrowed his eyes at her, all in good fun.

"Please...?" she added softly.

He grunted, “Alright”

Bucky plopped down in the crevice of her arm, halfway on top of her and remaining tangled between her legs where you could most often find him in one manner or another. He shifted until he found the right spot to lay his head and tuck his face into her neck without causing her discomfort, then slumping down on her anyway.

"How come've never seen ya do it before?" his warm hometown drawl melted into his muffled voice. That was the tell-tale signal that he was getting riled up and it went right over her head every single time. Not everyone is a hyper-observant supersoldier with a sensory reception level equivalent to a herd of African elephants during mating season. Once the accent comes out, it's game over.

"Because you usually have your hands up my shirt anyway, now shush"

He was already grinning like an idiot even before she encouraged him to squeeze the first time, and it only got wider from there. As she attempted to demonstrate what she meant, she closed her eyes to clear her mind so it would happen sincerely and without his influence. They laid there together, hands hidden by the fabric of an old shirt he let her pick from his closet, mimicking each other's movements until they inevitably synced up.

It wasn't even five minutes before he got impatient and started to place kisses where ever he could reach a few at a time, even getting to softly suck despite her warning. She had stopped guiding his hand after a while, letting him do it on his own and enjoying it in the process, it was so relaxing that she almost dozed off at one point.

He, on the other hand, was thinking the exact opposite because after he realized he had all the control, things went downhill fast for her. It could have been the crossed wires in his head or the miscommunication, he concluded that she was teasing him regardless of which it was.

"Do you get it n—"

Bucky popped his head up out of nowhere and surprised her with a kiss, laughing against her lips as she jolted at the sudden contact. He took the chance to move back over her and in between those legs where he belongs.

He pulled back once she ran out of breath and held her still, “I'm sorry, doll...it's jus' turnin' me on”

"Bucky…" she giggled

"You feel that...?" he ignored her as she ignored him, grinding his half-hard bulge against her inner thigh instead of listening. He showered her face with his lips while she squirmed under the covered thrusts, “I know ya like it, look…you love it”

“Bucky!” she broke into an even bigger fit.

He bit his beautifully full bottom lip as he looked from her face to her chest devilishly. He acted on the impure intent running rampant through his body before his cock could betray those thoughts with every pulse.

"I can’t help but get hard when you touch yourself like that…” he ran his hands up her torso. He pulled the shirt over the spot of his heated fixation and wetted his lips with hers again, “...I can make it even better”

He rushed out his whisper, “…we do it anyway, but it’s so fuckin' hot when you do it alone and try t’hide it from me...”

Bucky lowered his face to her chest and nuzzled thoroughly between the two mounds he pushed together. As he took in the scent of her skin, he fumbled his hand to squeeze one of them as he attacked the other with his enthusiastic mouth. Her top half was soaked from the progression of his sucking, licking and groping, but the feeling of it finished the job elsewhere.

“Bucky…” she whined.

That seemingly innocent, on her part, situation turned filthy in a matter of minutes. He hummed around her nipple at her changed tone and back to her lips to feel the noise against his.

"... you’re not gettin' out of it that easy" his muttering sentence escaped through the gaps in his kisses.

When he leaned up to take off his shirt, he gazed down at her flushed face beaming a smile. Her body was still begging for attention even when she tried to get away, but she didn't stand a chance. As usual, his influence diminished her willpower and he was able to claim another part of her entirely.

"Shhh..." Bucky lightheartedly moved his knees to either side of her to keep her pinned down, "...let me show ya how it's done, doll"

Even if he didn't fully understand what that thing was or what it meant, he sure knew how to use them.

© May 28th, 2021 by pepsicup

[retrobp]

♡ Yandere!Blackpink Reaction to you ignoring them ♡

Genre: Yandere

Tw: Violence, thigh humping, strong language, overthinking.

♡ Jisoo ♡

Jisoo closes the book she was reading and glances at you. You looked very tired and started yawning uncontrollably while scrolling through the laptop. You caught her stare and smile at her, saying that everything is okay despite the dark circles under your eyes.

"It's been days since you last slept properly, please give yourself a break and cuddle with me," Jisoo said, moving your hair out of the way. Your eyes grew wide and you frantically shook your head. "Jisoo, this is a very important exam! I need to be fully prepared! Just a few more hours please," you say, keeping your eyes glued to the laptop's screen.

She frowned. Nothing could be more important than your health. After minutes of trying to persuade you to go get rest, she gets more frustrated at you ignoring her. A harsh slap landed on your face, your eyes widened at the impact.

"I hope that knocked some sense into your head. Let's go take some rest hmm?" she says, smiling insanely wide, while you nod , your cheeks stinging with the echo of her slap. As she dragged you to her bedroom, you make a mental reminder to never argue with her.

♡ Jennie ♡

Jennie smiles while she sees you in the library in her house. You were skimming through the books, your eyes widen with curiosity. "Would you like to come shopping with me?" she pouted as you looked at her. "I don't want you to stay here by yourself," she continued, placing her hand on yours.

It's hard to tell if you are paying attention to her at all. She frowned when you ignored her. You were so caught up in the book that you barely noticed her. "Honey?" she asks, your eyes glued to the book. That was the last straw . She wrapped her arms around your neck and turned your head over. She harshly kissed you while sitting on your lap, pushing away the book.

During the kiss, she tugs at your hair while she humps on your thigh and slightly moans in pleasure. As her hands slowly crawl to your shorts, feeling your wetness, you can feel a chill run down your spine as you whine for more.

"Be a good slut for me and don't ever ignore me okay?" she whispers, removing her shirt. " Or this whole library will burn to ashes"

♡ Rosé ♡

You're watching TV on the couch when Rosé gets home from work. She peeks curiously to see what you're watching, it was your favorite show. She chuckles, now understanding why you didn't greet her right at the door.

The moment she sat next to you, you awkwardly smiled at her and turned to watch the intense scene on the TV. Rosé frowned, not even a hello? "Hey baby, how was your day?" she asks, ruffling your hair. You hummed an okay , your eyes still glued to the TV. Rosé's smile twitched as she tried very hard not to lash out at you. "Baby, do you want to eat something?" she asks you, running her hands through your hair.

While still engrossed in the scene, you accidentally smacked her hands away. Rosé hurls the remote on the TV and it falls on the ground, cracked. You gasp and look at her, eyes widened and confused. Rosé grabs a fistful of your hair and brings your face close to her. "Fucking listen to me when I'm talking to you bitch!" she yells, pulling your hair harshly. You apologize many times, begging her to let go of your hair.

"This won't do,(Y/N)! I provide you with a TV and you ignore me?!" she yelled, wrapping her hands around your neck choking you. You widen your eyes while you claw at her hands, begging her to let go.

"You'll have to learn your manners again in the basement now."

♡ Lisa ♡

You hummed along to the radio in the kitchen while flipping pancakes for Lisa. As you were pouring the batter, you realized that your favorite song had come on.

You moved your hips along with the beat of the song. You hadn't had this much fun in so long. Filling up a plate with pancakes and whip cream, you reached out to get some strawberries. Meanwhile, Lisa was looking for her lipstick because she had an important meeting today, and she was cranky. "(Y/N), did you see my lipstick?" she asked, digging through her makeup pouch.

When Lisa heard no response, she froze. She called out for you again, but no answer came. All negative thoughts raced through her mind. Was she doing something wrong? Were you falling out of love with her? Were you mad at her?

In tears, she fell on the bed and held her knees close. Terrified to go out and look at you, she rocked back and forth, overthinking. Later, you barged into the room. "Sorry honey, but I was just looking for strawberries-," you said, then paused, seeing Lisa curled up on her bed with red eyes.

You gasp and run to her side. Soothing her with hugs and kisses, Lisa finally feels better. She smiles and walks with you to the kitchen for breakfast. Her eyes soften when she looks at you, filled with adoration and love.

You were hers, and she'd even kill for you.

© retrobp — all rights reserved. reposting/modification of any kind is not tolerated.

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 823

Gif NOT mine.

If this gif is yours (or you know who's it is) please let me know, so I can give you/them credit.

Gif credit goes to - @violadvis (Unless told otherwise.)

Year posted - 2021

----

"I don't believe we've met." A male voice called out from the seat across from (Y/n). She peered over her laptop having not even noticed he had sat down. "Because we haven't." (Y/n) stated before casting her eyes back to her laptop, her fingers typing away. "What are you doing?" He asked with a tilt of his head. "Writing." She replied still engrossed in her work. "What are you writing?" He pried, causing (Y/n) to pause in her typing, looking him in the eyes.

"Look I'm on a roll here, and you're really distracting me. If you wanna chat give me a few minutes to finish the last of this chapter." She immediately returned to her work, her bluntness making him smile to himself. Patiently he sat across from her and watched her work, shamelessly checking her out with a small grin on his face. She finished up about fifteen minutes later, saving her work then closing her laptop. Giving the man across from her, her full attention.

"What was it you asked earlier?" She titled her head a little, subtly eyeing him. "What are you writing?" He repeated his earlier question. "A book, my third book actually." (Y/n) smiled softly, while his eyes sparkled with curiosity. "What's it about?" He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "It's a gory horror story." She chuckled at how silly the sentence sounded out loud. "Are all your books like that?" He hummed.

"Not my first book, that one was about a cheesy romance between a psycho murderer, and his very sweet and attentive neighbor." (Y/n) shrugged casually. "It sound like a horror story." He grinned. "Well maybe a little, but it mostly revolves around the romance." (Y/n) chuckled. "My names Tristan Duffy by the way." He held his hand out to her. "(Y/n) (Y/l/n)." She took his hand expecting a simple handshake, giggling when he instead pulled her hand forward and kissed her knuckles.

"I look forward to reading your books." Tristan smirked at her, reluctantly releasing her hand. "I look forward to hearing your thoughts about them." (Y/n) tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "You're staying here for a while then?" He asked with hope. "I'll be here until I finish this book." (Y/n) answered. "What chapter are you on?" Tristan hummed. "Chapter two." Her answer had definitely pleased Tristan.

--

The following day Tristan was pleased to find (Y/n) sat in the same spot as yesterday. Her laptop setup in front of her, typing away. Smiling to himself he sat across from her again, her previous books in his hands. She peered over her laptop at him briefly, smiling to herself as she looked back to her laptop. He sat one of the books on the table in front of him, opening up the second, he sat reading quietly. His intrigue of her increasing with every chapter he finished.

[unsaid-stardust]

Darling, if You Want Me To

notes: set in the second half of season 1 bc I can // title from "I Would Die 4 U" by Prince

dedicated to @blush-and-books for reigniting my hyperfixation on house of Anubis and Fabina

~♡~

Nina couldn't remember when this started being a reoccurrence. That just before lights out, Fabian would come to her room even if they didn't have a clue to solve at the moment. Sometimes, they would study or do homework. Other times, Fabian would bring his guitar and Nina would pretend that it didn't put some sort of spell over her by making it look like she was engrossed in a book.

Tonight was one of those nights.

They were pretty much at a dead end in the search for the cup. And as much as Nina hated to admit it, sometimes the best remedy for that was to take a step back and breathe.

She wasn't always the best at it still. Because even as she sat on her bed looking over one of her magazines while Fabian gently strummed his guitar, thoughts about the cup were floating in the back of her mind.

Maybe "back of her mind" was an understatement, because she hadn't even realized that Fabian stopped playing and was facing her with a look of concern until his voice broke her out of whatever trance she was in.

"Either that wall is super fascinating or you're thinking about the cup again seeing as you've been staring at it since I've stopped playing. Penny for your thoughts?" Fabian teases with that bright-wide smile of his as he moves to set his guitar off to the side. Nina smiles, letting out a small laugh, as she shifts her position to make room for him next to her. He accepted the unheard invitation and finds solace with touching shoulders.

"That obvious, huh?" She stalls a moment and Fabian nods slightly signaling that whatever she's thinking, it's ok to say aloud. Nina thinks that's one of the things she loves most about Fabian; his ability to read between her lines.

"It's just that--do you ever wonder if I'm doing the right thing? Letting the others, letting you, get involved? I mean everything we've already been through, you, me, amber..it's been so much. What if the stakes just keep getting higher and higher? Then what? Am I just supposed to let you and Amber, even Patricia and Alfie, to keep putting your lives at risk?" Nina takes a breath that she didn't realize she was holding.

"Hey, no don't talk like that," Fabian begins softly, moving an arm around Nina's shoulder, her head instantly gravitating to the crook of his neck.

"You're not letting us do anything. We volunteered. And we volunteered because I--" Fabian clears his throat. Nina pretends not to notice. "we all care about you. I can't say much for the others, but I know for a fact that if it came down to it I'd put my life at risk for you." Nina lifts her head at his confession, turning to face him. Suddenly, every from of the English language, internal and external, was removed from her entire being.

No one has ever been there for her like that. Not like Fabian. It wasn't like she was exactly alone back in America. She had her gran. She had a few close friends and acquaintances from school. But, nothing that compared to what Nina had with Fabian, whatever the label was.

"Wow, Fabian, I--that really means a lot. Thank you," She states quietly, allowing herself to look just a bit longer into his warm hazel eyes. Fabian's smile follows suit and if Nina wasn't so wrapped up on how his eyes seemed to sparkle the same as his smile, she might've realized that there was a gravitational pull between the two of them happening at that very moment. A pull that was getting tighter and tighter, closer and closer. So close that if either of them moved an inch more they would be practically--

"It is ten o'clock! You have 5 minutes precisely and then I want to hear a pin drop!"

Nina feels her cheeks become warm as both her and Fabian jump up from the bed, their eyes looking anywhere, but at each other's. Fabian clears his throat. Nina plays with her hair, unsure of what else to do at the moment.

"Well I--I should-i'm gonna-" Fabian moves towards the door, grabbing his guitar in the process.

"yeah me too probably uh---night, Fabian!" Nina hastily replies.

"Night!" And with that Fabian rushes out the door.

Nina lets out a sigh as she plops back down onto her bed as Amber emerges into their room.

"Ok, so either you two had some romantic breakthrough or the house talked to you again and i really hope it's the first one because I can't sleep if the house keeps talking in the middle of the night. Doesn't the house know anything about beauty sleep?"