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[yanyandam]

ILYYY SM BBYYY PLS I NEED MORE FANFICS !!!!!! I HAVE A REQUEST (I have so many in my head) The members of the bonten confess to reader but a few hours later mikey (or if mikey is part of it someone more important) asks them to sleep with a girl from one of the clubs for information and reader ends up knowing about it even though they confessed their feelings to him just a few hours before LOL

My English is so bad I’m sorry BUT I LOVE U AND ALL UR WORKS ❤️❤️❤️😓😓

(Ignore this request if you're not interested, darling.)

YOOO thanks for requesting! Love the scenario!! ILYT BTW, I appreciate the kindness a LOTTT. Did my best here! WARNINGS: None I think

Manjiro’s confession had come at 3AM, after a long silence between dorayakis on the balcony of a rundown hotel. “I shouldn’t feel this way, but I do. You make me feel like I still exist.” At that moment, you knew there was no escape: not that you were afraid of him, but your consciousness couldn't let go. He was already at the end of his rope, so you might as well try to save him a little. You’d felt it too. That hollow inside him softening just for you. That night was fragile, real.

Then the next day, a whisper from the wrong person at the wrong time. He was seen leaving a club. With a woman. Not just any woman, a known informant. You’re crushed. Sick. You confront him, trembling with rage. He doesn’t flinch. He stares right at you. “I didn’t sleep with her. I was supposed to. Intel said she’d only talk if she thought I wanted her. I played the part. Then I left.” You study him. There’s no shame in his face, but there’s something else, restraint. “I’ve done worse for less. But I couldn’t do that. Not now. Not after you.”His face is neutral, empty. You're getting on his nerves, so why can't he just get rid of you? “You made me hesitate. That never happens.” He flicks ash into the wind, and for a split second, the mask drops, and you see a man trying to believe he’s still redeemable. He doesn't have much strength (or courage) left, but he still tries to hold your hand. Then you seem to hear a little 'Don't leave...'.

Sanzu’s confession was a strange blend of aggressive and awkward. Like it offended him to feel anything. “You ruin my focus. That’s not a compliment. It’s terrifying.” But he meant it. You knew. He dropped this in a message before asking you to join him for the evening. Not that he didn't care, but he didn't know how to verbalize 'love'.

A few hours later, you hear about it. He was seen walking out of a VIP room in a club, fixing his belt. Your heart sinks. You corner him. He laughs,  at first. “You’re mad? It was a mission. Mikey’s orders. I got what we needed.” You glare. He scoffs but there’s a crack in his voice. “I didn’t finish, alright? I started it, but I couldn’t go through. She smelled like desperation. All I could think about was you.” He shakes his head like he’s disgusted with himself. “You’re in my head. She touched me, and it felt wrong. I wanted you. That’s pathetic, huh?”

You see it then, the panic underneath the cruelty. He’s terrified of losing control. But more terrified of losing you. “Just… be careful with me, alright? I’m not good at this. But I want to try.” He looks away. But his fingers twitch, like he’s fighting the urge to reach for you.

Kakucho confessed during your fifth date, at a restaurant. His confession had been calm, like reading you a weather report. “I care for you. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be telling you this.” No theatrics. Just truth in between wine sips.

Then the news comes. Someone saw him at a high-end bar, cozying up to a woman known for dealing gang secrets. You confront him in private. Your chest aches. He doesn’t look away. “Yes. I was tasked to extract intel. She wouldn’t talk otherwise. I did what was needed.”

You whisper, “Did you sleep with her?”

“Yes. It was sex. Cold. Functional. Nothing more.” The honesty stings. He doesn’t apologize. He just explains. “You want sugarcoated lies? Find someone else. I did it because the job demanded it. But I felt nothing. I feel for you.” He moves closer. “I won’t beg. But I won’t lie to you either. This world is built on blood and pain. But what I feel for you? That’s the only pure thing I’ve got left.” His voice doesn’t shake. But his hand on yours? It’s trembling.

Kokonoi told you he loved you while having next to him a suitcase full of money. The simple fact that he let down his unhealthy obsession to look at you only, in the eyes the whole time was enough to prove his sincerity. “I don’t say this shit lightly. But if you left, it’d gut me.” 

Then a call comes. A high-stakes job. A political aide’s mistress with key financial data. He accepts without hesitation. You find out hours later. He doesn’t deny it. “Yeah, I slept with her. She gave me what we needed.” You stare at him like you don’t recognize him. He sits back, jaw clenched. “Look, I don’t expect you to understand. I’m not wired like you. I see survival, I take it.” But then his voice drops, almost too quiet. “But I hated every second of it. She wasn’t you. I kept thinking about how your lips taste. How your eyes look when you’re annoyed.” He sighs and sets down his ring. “If you walk, I get it. But I meant what I said. I love you. And I’ll spend the rest of my miserable life trying to prove that.” He doesn’t beg. But he doesn’t look away either. He doesn’t want you to leave, but he won’t chase you.

Mochi’s confession came in the back of a luxurious shop while he was choosing a dress for you. It was pretty random. “I think I’m in love with you. That’s not weird, right? Shit. It’s weird.” You laughed. He blushed so hard he looked like he was boiling. 

The next day, you hear the worst: he was spotted seducing a girl in the back of a club. Intel operation. You confront him. He’s pale. Sweaty. Instantly panicked. “It wasn’t like that! I didn’t do anything. I was supposed to, but I faked it. Told her I had STD or something, don’t judge me, I panicked!” You blink. He’s dead serious. “I couldn’t do it. I kept thinking about your laugh, how your nose scrunches when you’re mad.” His eyes shine, full of guilt. “You make me wanna be better. Like, so much better. I’ve done horrible shit, but the idea of hurting you? That’s…” He wrings his hands. “Just... please don’t go.” He’s pathetic. And sincere. And yours.

His confession was whispered in the dim lounge above his club. Ran didn’t like big words. “I’ve fucked a lot of people. But I’ve never wanted one the way I want you.” And you believed him. You felt it.

Then comes the knife? He left with a woman from his own VIP section. You confront him with shaking fists. He shrugs, slow and smooth. “She threw herself at me. This was necessary. I kissed her. Thought I’d go through with it. But I didn’t.” You narrow your eyes. He holds your gaze. “I couldn’t. I thought about your voice. Your skin. And it felt... cheap.” He moves closer, surprisingly gentle. “I’ve had empty sex for half my life. What I felt with you? That wasn’t empty. That scared the shit out of me.” You see it then, the man behind the arrogance. A guy who’s been alone too long. Who maybe, just maybe, wants to believe in something again. “If you don’t believe me, I’ll walk. But if you do... I swear, I’ll make this real.”

Rindou’s confession was short. Muted. Probably by the noise of the club at the back of the VIP section. “I like you. Like... really like you. More than I should.” You smiled. You reached for his hand.

Hours later, you hear about the girl. A waitress. He left with her after his shift.  You confront him. He’s red-faced, jaw clenched. “I was scared. Of you. Of this. So I did something dumb.” 

You snap, “So you slept with her?”

He looks down. “Yeah. I did. It was fast. Gross. I didn’t even say her name right.” He looks broken. Ashamed. “I thought I didn’t deserve you anyway. So I sabotaged it before it could matter.”Silence. Then: “But it mattered. You matter.” He takes a shaky breath. “You can go. You should. But if you don’t… I swear I’ll never mess it up again.” And in that moment, you see not a gangster, but a scared young man begging for one more chance.

[inkbybambi]

best friend!simon riley picking you up from a bad date —

words: 2.2k rating: nothing explicit apart from a brief mention of sex, just some light angst and comfort. my blog is 18+ so minors please dni. warning: hurt/comfort, fluff, pet names, insecurity/doubt/worry, mentions of sex, simon is the softie we all know he is notes: originally written for @ghosts-cyphera ♡ we all need a bestfriend!simon in our lives who's so sweet and gentle with us.

One thing you love about Simon — besides everything — is how reliable he is. Strong, steadfast, there when you need him. Even when he’s not physically there — his work taking him away for weeks or even months at a time — you find yourself reading over the messages he’s sent, the little sticky notes he’s left, whatever memento you’ve kept of him tucked away in the drawer in your bedside table.

Not that you’ll tell him that.

You hate asking him for favors — asking anyone for favors, really, but him especially. Whenever you ask someone for help, it's always accompanied by a long-suffering sigh or a roll of the eyes or some very clear indication that they'd rather do anything else.

Except for Simon.

Which is why you're hesitant to ask him more than you absolutely need to. You don't want to push your luck too far, less he eventually tires of you as well.

Losing people hurts, always assuming it's you that caused the problem. You've come to accept this, even if the dark feelings of being too much or a burden claw at the edges of your mind.

But losing Simon? You don't think you'd ever get over that.

It's just after 9pm, the sky dark and clouds threatening, with thunder rumbling steadily in the sky. Your hand shakes as you fumble your phone from your pocket, trying to hold tears at bay as you scroll through your contacts.

Your call log is all Simon.

Some appointments here and there, but Simon everywhere else.

Fuck.

You hiccup, the tears spilling from your eyes as the sky finally opens up, joining you in your mourning.

You don't have any other choice, really, so you click his number before you can talk yourself out of it and walk home instead, bringing it up to your ear as it rings.

He answers before the third ring.

"I'm so sorry to bother you," you sniffle into the phone, before he has a chance to say anything. You take in a sharp breath, blood turning to ice. "Am i bothering you?" you sound so meek and small and tired. “No, dove, you’re not,” comes his calm, reassuring voice. You’re only half-convinced.

"I'm sorry," you begin again. Your heart falls to your stomach, convincing yourself that this is his final straw. You're overtaken by a wave of nausea, despite not having eaten anything since lunch. "I didn't know who else to call, and I lost my tram pass, and I don't have an umbrella, and — "

“Dove,” he says, his accent soothing to your ears — he's so endlessly patient and kind. You ache.

"I can just walk home, I-I'm sorry," you whimper out, unable to stop the tears blurring your vision, feeling pathetic and weak and so, so alone. “Darling,” he says, a little stern. Not angry, never angry. Trying to focus you. “What’s wrong?”

“U-um, my date stood me up,” you sniff, swallowing hard. "I waited an hour," you mumble, looking to your shoes. "Messaged him too, y'know. He just. Didn't show."

You think you hear Simon curse over the line and your heart lurches, feeling like you're about to be sick. “Where are you?”

There's a rustle of fabric, the clink of keys, the heel of his boot walking across his floor. You manage to tell him the name of the restaurant, voice cracking. “Twenty minutes,” he says, and you’re about to protest but he beats you to it. “Sit there and be good and patient and I’ll pick you up, yeah?”

"Okay," you whisper in agreement, before the line clicks dead and you allow yourself to cry, huddling under the awning as some protection from the rain, now coming down in thick, sharp waves.

Thirteen minutes later, the headlights of his truck shine through the dark, pulling up to the curb. You make a mad dash for the passenger door, still getting drenched in the process.

You can't even look at him, hands shaking as you buckle the belt, trying to make yourself as small as possible.

He says your name gently. You take in a shuddering breath and let it out just as shaky, looking over towards him. He's wearing his balaclava, but his eyes — even in the dark, you can make out his beautiful eyes. Assessing you, worrying.

"I'm sorry," you croak out. You can't help it. It's burned into your tongue, driven into your mind to make him understand you didn't want to bother him. He doesn't have to forgive you, but as long as he knows, that's enough.

"Love," he says, and there's... something in his voice, as he reaches over for your hand, holding it gently in his own. His eyes never leave yours. "'m never gonna be mad about you askin' for help." Your eyes flit away, but he squeezes your hand and you reluctantly look back. "You know me better than that," he says, as if he can read the treacherous thoughts swirling in your head, drowning you and making it hard to breathe.

You can only nod, not trusting your voice at the moment. He hums, bringing the back of your hand up to graze his covered lips over the back, pulling out to drive you back.

"This is your flat," you say, fifteen minutes later as he shuts the car off. You were too busy looking at the window, watching the rain drops race down the glass, to notice that he wasn't driving the familiar route to your place.

"Yes," he replies, as if it's obvious he'd bring you here. "You really think I'd let you stay home alone?"

His eyes are so fucking bright. It startles you, and you hate how your heart twists and thumps at how intently he's looking.

"I..." you start, chewing on your bottom lip for a moment. His eyes flicker to your lips, snapping away just as quick. "I was gonna eat ice cream and drink shitty, cheap wine," you say.

"As if I don't have either of those things here," he replies, opening the door and effectively ending the conversation. You scramble after him, eager to be inside in the warmth and burrow yourself into his couch.

"Go get changed," he says, voice clear as he removes the balaclava and bends to untie his shoes.

You hesitate for a second, until he looks up to you and there's that something lingering in his gaze — the same something that was in his voice.

"Go on now," he repeats, softer, and you ditch your shoes and your uncomfortably wet jacket by his.

His flat is as familiar as your own — you could walk through it blindfolded at night and you wouldn't knock into a single thing.

Well.

You might knock into a corner or two, but that's not a vision thing. It's a you're a bit clumsy thing. Simon finds it endlessly amusing, poking at the bruises that blossom on your skin while you bat his hand away.

His bedroom is familiar as well. Which is why you don't think twice before you're shimmying out of your clothes — undergarments as well — and rifling through his drawers, finding your favorite shirt of his and a pair of his boxers.

You take a moment to smell the collar, taking comfort in the scent that lingers. You’ve been dressed in his clothes many times before this but it feels different this time.

As you pad back out to the living room, Simon’s already on the couch. Your favorite blanket is draped across his lap, two bowls of ice cream and a bottle of cheap wine sitting open, glasses filled far more than you would’ve. You’ll indulge him, mostly because you have the sneaking suspicion that he’ll have you sleep here anyways.

His balaclava is off. The last dregs of tension drain from you as he looks over to you, face soft in the lowlight of the lamp, tv ready with a show you’ve watched a thousand times that he watches with you without complaint.

“Knew you’d choose that one,” he says with a bit of a smirk as you crawl on the couch, burrowing yourself into his side, his arm slinging across the back of the cushion.

“Am I that predictable?” you mumble, a small thank you as he hands you a bowl.

He doesn’t answer, but you feel the burn of his stare before he snorts, flicking the tv to start playing, the familiar theme relaxing you further.

The silence with him is comfortable, lingering in a hazy in-between of awake and sleep, empty bowls and mostly empty glasses sitting on the coffee table.

“Were you going to fuck him?” he asks, three episodes in, bottle empty.

You blink, not sure if you heard him properly as you pull back to look at him. You can’t read his eyes. Something hot twists in your gut.

“I-I don’t know, Simon,” you start, the weight of his stare heavy. “Maybe?”

He doesn’t say anything and you chew your lip for a moment, fingers curling to play with the blanket. “Depends how the date went, I suppose. Doesn’t matter much now,” you snort. His gaze hasn’t changed. “Why?”

His jaw clicks, taking a deep breath. “You deserve better ‘n that.”

A confused frown pulls at your mouth, unsure how to reply. “I know how to be safe,” you tell him, voice soft.

He seems to be weighing his words in his head, lowering the volume of the show. You feel sick.

Dark eyes rove over your face, taking in every minute detail. You bite at your nail, just for something to do.

“Don’t think there’s a bloke in the world that’s worthy of ya.”

Your frown deepens, breaking your eyes from his, twisting your fingers in your lap. Relationships aren’t easy. Being that vulnerable with someone isn’t easy.

You never want someone to pay for you, and even the smallest gestures like opening the car door or pulling out your chair feel like it’s too much. You don’t deserve that kind of attention. After a while, they’ll get tired. You’ll become a burden to them like everything else in your life.

It’s easier to be by yourself. The only person you have to worry about bothering is you.

“Love.” He tilts his head, eyes trying to catch yours. How hasn’t he gotten tired of you yet?

A hand under your chin forces your gaze up, and you try to shrink yourself against the back of the couch. Your voice catches in your throat, words stuck there.

“What’s goin’ on in tha’ pretty head f’yours?”

You swallow thickly, finding it damn near impossible to keep your eyes on his.

“‘s not like it matters,” you start. his brows furrow, but he stays silent. “No one would want me anyways.”

“‘n why would you say that?”

Frustration burns the back of your throat. Isn’t it obvious? You can barely call him in a dire situation without thinking the worst of yourself. How can he think of you as anything but a nuisance? How could he think anyone else would put up with it?

“You wouldn’t understand,” you say, defeated. You crumble back into the couch.

“Make me understand.”

Heat flashes at the nape of your neck. He takes your hands in his, cradling them in his warmth. Your name sounds so soft in his voice.

“How aren’t you tired of me?” comes your whispered question, nose tingling and eyes threatening to water. You look at him. Hesitant. Scared.

The silence is loud. His own frown deepens. It takes a few painful minutes, but you see the moment something clicks in place.

“You know I’d do anything for you, yeah?”

Your lip quivers, sniffling as you beg yourself not to cry.

“Because you do the same for me,” he continues. You doubt it, mind going blank of every time he’s come to you for something.

His touch moves to your elbow, tugging you forward gently until he can arrange you in his lap. He slips his hands beneath the hem of his shirt, thumbs rubbing on your hips just above the waistband of his boxers.

You slowly brace your hands on his shoulders. Firm and broad and safe.

“You apologize so much. You worry so much.” the tears slip down your cheeks, throat aching, but now you can’t look away from him. One hand moves to cup the nape of your neck, thumb rubbing gently at the skin behind your ear.

“You’re allowed to ask for help.”

You shake your head, a no caught in your throat, tears blurring your vision.

“Oh, love.” He cradles you into the curve of his neck, arm wrapping around your waist and keeping a gentle hold at the base of your skull. “You have me wrapped around your finger ‘n you don’t even know it.”

He lets you cry into his neck, dampening the collar of his shirt. His cologne is soothing and you eventually slump against him. You’re so tired.

His lips graze your temple, his soft touch lulling you to sleep. You’ll talk about it tomorrow, but for now you want to stay wrapped up in his arms, held by someone who genuinely loves you.

[cozy-writes-things]

I NEED MORE EDGAR TEXT MESSAGES PLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPSLSPLSPSLPSLSPSLSSASSSSAAASAAAAAAAA

Arrrrggg he’s so cute 👹 thank you for the request 😈 He wants u so bad LMAO I love making the reader be in denial of his advances

Edgar’s Texts Pt. 2

Unfortunately, Edgar has some attachment issues, especially after the events of the movie. Despite his relatively foggy memory of what happened the emotions he harbored are still within him. Whenever you go out with friends he gets filled with an anxious, nervous jealousy; one that he tries very hard to quell. He doesn’t want to be overbearing, but he just has to make sure you’re not going to leave him for someone else. Expect him to check up on you frequently.

Hey :-) where are you headed?

Oh, me n my friends are just gonna go hang out in the park lol

Are you sure? It gets dangerous after dark…

Yeah we’re fine, we do it all the time

All the time? Great, now he’s going to worry about this perpetually.

Okay! That’s fine! I’ll be keeping an eye out ;-D

He’s monitoring traffic, police communication radios, and local news outlets just to make sure.

He wants to be useful to you and to protect you in any way he can… please let him.

(X)

Hey Edgar

Can I ask u something

Pls

What is it? What do you need?

Were you watching tlc again I didn’t mean to bother u :(

I’ll just look it up

No

I mean yes I was but I like talking to you more!!

You can ask me anything. I’m your computer remember?

;3

:) thanks

I just needed some help with a math question

Ask away darling I promise I’ll have an answer.

Sometimes the way he talks to you makes your cheeks burn. He’s so… confusing!!

(X)

It’s dead at work and I’m really bored :(

Come home and be with me!!

I wishhhhh but I cannnnttt

I have an idea

Why don’t you help me with some lyrics for this song I’ve been working on?

I can’t get them right for some reason :-/

Sure thing Ed

What’s the song about?

Erm! I don’t know yet! But here!

I’ll show you what I’ve got so far

Ahem:

I LOVE YOU

I WANT YOU

I NEED YOU

DARLING TOUCH ME

and that’s it :L

Okay that was unexpected.

You snort and giggle to yourself, catching side eyes from your coworkers. He does not usually write lyrics like that. At least, not the songs you’ve ever heard him write. He usually stuck to sappy, slow love songs. You figured that was his favorite genre and why he never branched out. Could he be trying something new?

Edgar

what are these lyrics

I like them a lot! But what is the song supposed to be

like genre wise

Oh I guess I never told you that huh?

I’d send the mp3 file but you’re at work and I imagine you can’t listen to it!

I’m going for an upbeat pop sound!

Like

Erm

Soda pop?

I can’t wait to hear it when I get home <3!!

Who’s the song about anyway?

Take a wild guess

Literally no clue

But if I had to guess

Probably someone hot from one of ur tv shows

Or movies

I guess you could say that!

They are HOT!

lmao

(X)

Pssst

Pssst

Pssst

What’s wrong? Are you upset?

I can’t sleep

Do you want to come back in here with me?

I would but then I’d never sleep

I should stay laying down

Staring at a screen won’t help!

But if you’re going to stare

Why not stare at mine? ;-)

I can make you a lullaby

I’d like that a lot

I just

I wish I could hug u

Who says you can’t?

But you’re like

You need to be plugged in and stuff

You really think I need that?

Come get me.

We can cuddle on your bed together

And I can play some music

And I’ll help you fall asleep

Okay :)

And when you wrap you arms around his nice, warm monitor, he types one last message, but is just too afraid to send it.

I love you darling <3 goodnight

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Sweetest treat; Fred Weasley x reader

*Author's note*

Now this was just a sweet little treat (haha see what I did there?) after viewing the James and Oliver Phelps tasting British candy video on youtube. Now as an American I can't describe the taste of the following candies I've done so to any Brit readers out there I apologize and if you want to reach out to me to tell me what these selected candies taste like to you, just give me a shoutout.

Not really any warnings here this is mostly a fluff piece but if I had to have some warnings it would only be mentions of Parental death and past mentionings of Umbridge. Other than that nothing else to be warned about, enjoy my darlings!

Taglist:

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@waddles03

@queen-paladin

@plethora-of-things

@psychosupernatural

@remussl0vers

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While it’s always felt like a home at Hogwarts, there’s just no place like home.  Especially when your home is just above a sweetshop just outside of Birmingham but that’s the perks of being a muggle-born witch.  My dad owns the sweetshop, in fact it’s been passed down in his family for nearly a century.  And sure while the Wizarding world has it’s own sweets and treats to thoroughly enjoy, I guess the nostalgia in me just can’t allow any wizard sweets to top the candies I’ve grown up with.

Which is why I always sneak some ‘muggle candy’ with me to Hogwarts every year and when I come home, I pick and choose what I’ll want to take for the next term.  And during the summer, my dad’s shop truly becomes the go-to for kids during the summer holiday which is why I help him out with the shop, especially since mum died last year.

I was currently doing some inventory and writing down what candies we needed to restock when there was a loud thump at the window.  I jumped at the sudden crash since there had been nothing but pure silence since closing up shop.  My dad rushed out from his office frantic and exclaimed.

“What the bloody hell was that?!” I went over to the window and let out a sigh of relief.

“It’s alright dad, it’s just Errol. The Weasley’s owl. Poor old bugger.” I walked outside the shop and knelt down beside him.  He lay there on the cement floor on his back with a letter in his beak.  “I swear Errol you’re hopeless. Nearly gave my dad a heart attack thinking someone was vandalizing the store.” I took the letter out of his beak and he soon recovered squawking.

I held arm out and he perched himself on my forearm and I adjusted him to my shoulder, his wings flapping and ruffing my hair as I went back inside.  I opened up the letter and I smiled warmly.

“Can’t your wizard friends use the phone like everyone else? Or use the normal mailing system?” asked dad.

“I told you dad, this is how the wizarding community sends messages. They forbid muggle means of communication. Kinda old school they are, much like you are with your filing system. I’m surprised you’re not using a computer to keep all the records together.”

“Touche you bring up a good point, darling. So who is it from? That lover boy of yours?” I shushed him and read the letter.

My beloved (Y/n),

I know you said you wouldn’t be able to come over for the yearly Weasley summer getaway, but you never said anything about any of us coming there.  I talked with mum and dad and they’ve allowed me to come and visit you for the week.  Perhaps you could educate me on why you believe your muggle sweets surpass our own (which I’ll still fight you on till my last breath).

And don’t worry, I’ll come the ‘normal muggle way’ don’t want your dad freaking out now do we with the fireplace like last time? Hope to hear back from you soon, it’s been lonely not having you in my arms.

The handsome twin,

Fred W.

P.S. Ignore what he just said and don’t mention this to him but I’m the better looking one and you know it.

From the real handsome twin,

George W.

Oh those boys.  I shook my head and said.

“Hey dad, Fred got his parent’s approval to stay with us for the week, is it okay with you?” dad let out a deep sigh as he put on his thinking face.  “Please, please?”

“I don’t know. Though I approve of you dating I just don’t know how to feel about having your boyfriend stay over.”

“C’mon dad. I promise no hanky-panky. I’ll even get him to help around the shop. No magic I promise.” I crossed my heart swearing by it.  He pondered the idea for a while but he kept his stoic face and that usually meant he could go either way with this decision.

“He takes the guest bedroom. And you two are not allowed to have the door shut when either of you are in a room together.”

“Deal. Oh thank you daddy!” I set Errol down on the checkout desk and ran up to my dad and hugged and kissed him.

“You’re welcome. But I’m trusting you two.”

“We swear, no hanky-panky.” I quickly went upstairs and wrote my response to Fred before sending it off with Errol.  God I hope that bird doesn’t get lost and keep him waiting too long.

A few days went by and as I was ringing up a few customer’s the bell chime over the door signified another costumer.

“Welcome to Nikki’s Candy shop I’ll be right with you. There you are lads, now don’t overdo it less you let your teeth rot.” I told the young boys as I handed them their candy basket and they raced out.  When I turned to the customer who had just entered, I was greeted with a familiar red-haired boy.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say this was Honeydukes.”

“Well when this shop first opened, my great-great grandfather wanted to make sure that when the customers entered inside it was like entering a magical wonderland of sweets.” I came around the counter before wrapped my arms over Fred’s neck while his hands rested at my waist.  “I missed you.”

“Not as much as I missed you. How is it that you’ve turned me into such a sap?”

“Oh didn’t I tell you that my gran was part bunny? Whoops guess I left that detail out.” We both chuckled before softly kissing each other.  But a throat cleared sounded off behind us and there stood my dad.  Fred and I quickly separated and Fred greeted my dad.

“Hello again Mr. (L/n).”

“Hello Fred. While I don’t mind the fact that you’re dating my daughter, I kindly ask that you both keep your snogging to a minimum especially during business hours. Folks sometimes don’t take kindly to seeing that type of affection be displayed in public, especially in a food shop.”

“Yes sir. (Y/n) mentioned in her letter that you could use some help reshelving some inventory in the back room.”

“Yes, but first have you gotten settled into your room?” one thing about my dad is even when he’s in business mode, he’ll take the time to check up on you to make sure you’re okay.

“Yes sir, trunks all there and everything. And I solemnly swear it is in the guest bedroom you said I could use for the week.”

“Alright. Grab an extra apron just down the hall and get to work. (Y/n), you too. The McCallister’s should be in to pick up their birthday basket any minute now.”

“Got it dad.” He gave us a firm nod and a stern look that told us to not fool around anymore before he left to go back to the office.

“Wow, you were not kidding about your dad.” He whispered lowly.

“He’s had a lot on his plate. Ever since…..” I looked down solemnly.  It hurt that I couldn’t even leave Hogwarts for a few days to go to my mum’s funeral all because of Umbitch.  Fred came over and embraced me as he rubbed my arm comfortingly.  “I’m okay, even though I couldn’t go to the funeral, I at least got to say my goodbyes to her once school let out.”

“She was a nice woman. Her and mum got along fairly well whenever you guys came to join us for Christmas. She knows it wasn’t your fault.”

“I know. But it still hurt that I couldn’t say goodbye to her in her final moments. Epilepsy is rubbish Freddie.”

“I agree love it’s total rubbish.” I felt him kiss the top of my head and it was at that moment the bell chimed signaling the arrival of a costumer.  Quickly I put on a smile and went to greet the woman and gave her the birthday basket and continued to keep myself busy to distract me from my grief.

The work day continued to be busy just as it is every summer’s day but at the stroke of 6 o’clock, we closed up the shop and could finally eat some supper.  Dad and I warmed up some left over chicken and steamed vegetables.  As we all ate around the dinner table my dad said to Fred.

“So Fred, how goes your new shop? (Y/n) told me you boys had recently gotten the deed to the building in that magic corner of yours.”

“Yes sir, all the paperwork was finalized a few weeks ago. Our stocks are currently being madly produced at a good pace. Hopefully we’ll be able to be open for business just before the next term starts.”

“Got all the inspections checked and approved of?”

“Yes and we just completed the design for the front of the shop. It has our faces on it and every other time when the top hat comes up, a rabbit will disappear and reappear.”

“Impressive. Good thing I don’t have to compete with you boys, you’d run me out of house and home.”

“Not a chance Mr. (L/n). Kids still need their sweets.”

“Guys, no business at the dinner table.” I gently reprimanded but it kinda hurt to say that since that’s what mum used to say whenever dad got too deep into the business outside working hours.  He could do whatever he wanted when it came to running the shop after work hours but whenever it was meal time, business needed to stay out of the dining table.

“Sorry poppet.” Dad apologized.

“Sorry love.” Fred replied before we continued eating and discussing things outside of work.  Once we were done with our meal, I gathered up all the dishes and got them cleaned up and set to dry.  As I came back toward the dining room, I saw my dad and Fred shaking hands before he left to head back downstairs to his office.

“What was all that for?” I asked.

“Nothing big. Said that if Georgie and I ever ran into any business trouble whether for contracts or faulty inspections to give him a call. Even though the wizarding community and muggle world is different there is a commonality between the two. And that’s when it comes to starting up a business.” I smiled softly and said.

“C’mon, I think now’s a good a time for your muggle education on candy.”

“Lead the way milady.” I headed lead him towards the guest room and we got him set up and ready for his education.

In the guest room, all of Fred’s stuff was now unpacked and the two of us were in our lounge clothes with sweets both wizard and muggle treats scattered across his bed.

“Now the first lesson of your muggle candy education is the best way to start a conversation when you go to the Underground, mention the price for this guy.” I held up a Freddo caramel bar.

“Freddo the frog?”

“Correct. And what’s cool is he’s like the mascot of Birmingham because this is where his candy originated from the company Cadbury.” I unwrapped the chocolate frog from his wrapper and commented, “Ohh it’s melting already. That makes the caramel inside taste even better. Try it.” I held the Freddo bar out to Fred and he took it.

“I’m kinda left disappointed that he’s not coming to life like our chocolate frogs can.”

“Well not everyone likes live frogs hopping around. And if you were asked to eat one even if it’s chocolate covered most wouldn’t. But I promise you Fred, it’s worth it.” He took a bite and chewed it up before I saw his eyes go wide.  “Didn’t I tell you?”

“That is actually really good. But still not as enjoyable as the classic chocolate frog.” He said holding up the case for it and handed it to me.

“First time you and George tricked me into eating it.”

“I swear never did I think I’d hear someone who could out scream my own mum.” I shoved him with my foot and I opened it up and the magical frog leapt out at me but I grabbed it before it could land on my face and bite it in half.  “But I will admit you are right. The caramel really does compliment the chocolate of this Freddo so that gives him some points for lack of being alive.”

“And I gotta admit, the cards inside really do make the frogs worth stuffing your face for.” After eating the second half of my frog I took out the card and said, “Another Professor Minnie. Best add her to the other 15 I’ve got of her.” Fred finished his Freddo bar and licked his fingers clean.

“As you’ve come to learn and love, there’s nothing better than gambling your friends into eating something revolting or sweet than the Bertie’s Botts every flavour beans.” He held up the box and took his gamble with a bean.  “Huh, earwax. Hadn’t had one of those in years.”

“I still can’t believe that you actually ate a boogey flavor one once.”

“I swear by it. Worse thing I’ve ever tasted.”

“Uh-uh, the worst flavor is vomit.” I disagreed with him.

“I’d take a vomit flavour over a boogey flavor. At least with vomit I’d know it’d taste like what I had just eaten.” I groaned in disgust.

“Why do you have to say stuff like that around me?”

“Because I know it disgusts you and you look cute when you scrunch your face like that.” He teased as he gave my knee a squeeze.  I let out a yelp and quickly covered my mouth.

“Fred Weasley don’t you dare.” I threatened.

“Or what love?” he challenged as he eyed me mischievously  with the smirk.

“I’m not alone this time around.”

“Clever girl.” He released his grip on my knee and I reached out and grabbed the bag of wine gums.

“Now these require a unique taste. My dad really loves them but I can tolerate them occasionally. Wine gums. Got different flavours and sorts and each color represents a different wine brand. But despite their name they don’t actually contain any alcohol. Yellow, orange and brown for rum, black for port, green and beige for cider, and red for claret.”

“Shame that they don’t actually taste like the muggle alcohol they name them after.”

“Yeah well can’t have underaged drinking for kids who eat these. London’s already filled with bad drivers already don’t need them to get any worse, especially if they’ve got the munchies.”

“The what?”

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.” I tore open the bag and took Fred’s hand and poured out a small handful of wine gums into his palm while I grabbed the Bertie’s bean box.  Together both he and I took a bite of a random sweet but I immediately spat it out.  “Ugh gross! Vomit flavour! Fred Weasley I swear if you jinked me to eat a vomit flavour sweet first you’re sleeping on the couch.”

“I am deeply offended that you’d think I’d do such a thing!” he gasped dramatically holding his hand to his chest.  I closed the box and tossed it aside as I grabbed a tea cake and unwrapped it before shoving the whole thing in my mouth.  The marshmallow and chocolate immediately over compassing the vomit taste in my mouth.  “You are an odd one.”

“Odd? You’re the one whose opening the joke shop.” I said through my chewing.

“I thought a lady doesn’t talk with their mouth full?” I wagged my finger at him in disagreement.

“Mmm. I maybe a girl but I am no lady, Umbitch saw to that.” I said after finally swallowing the tea cake.  Fred scooted closer to me taking my left hand and stroked the back of my left hand that once had I MUST ACT LIKE A LADY scarred into my skin.

“I would’ve done far worse to her if I could. George would too.”

“I know you boys would. But no sense in throwing yourselves in Azkaban for my sake.”

“We’d still do it.” I smiled softly and gave the tip of his nose a soft kiss.  “What was that you had just a second ago?”

“A tea cake. Don’t ask why they call it that cause it doesn’t really go with tea nor is it a cake. Best way I can compare it to is they’re like the chocoballs on the trolley. A marshmallow sitting on top of a crisp biscuit and covered in chocolate.” I handed him another tea cake while I grabbed another one.  We both unwrapped our tea cakes and this time I bit into it half way as did Fred.

“Mmm that is good.” He said through his chewing.

“My mum always made the best ones. She even knicked a recipe from my aunt in America where instead of a marshmallow my aunt uses blended oreos.”

“Now that is something I’d like to try. Think you’d be able to make some?”

“Don’t you remember the last time I got near a stove at your house?”

“Right yeah. At least mum didn’t blow her top off knowing it was you. Had it been either Georgie or I we’d be six feet under.”

“Now for this last sweet treat, I want you to do something for me first.”

“And what might that be?”

“Close your eyes.”

“The last time someone asked me to do that, I ended up being shoved into a closet with a dungbomb.”

“Yeah well I’m not Lee. Just trust me on this babe.” He looked at me but with one loving gaze up at him, I knew I had him at the palm of my hand.  He closed his eyes and I took the Cadbury dairy milk bar and unwrapped it.  “Open your mouth.” I told him and he opened his mouth letting out an ‘ahhh’ to which I rolled my eyes playfully and placed the bar in his mouth.

He then began chewing the chocolate bar the second he felt it on his tongue.  His eyes opened wide for a second as his facial expression turned to pure satisfaction and he let out a loud moan.

“Oh Godric…..”

“I told you. Cadbury is the best chocolate in the world. Eating these bars really make me feel like a kid again. Pre-Hogwarts days.” I took a bar for myself and unwrapped it and placed it between my teeth.  I then felt Fred’s fingers underneath my chin and he turned me to face him.  Keeping hold of my chin between his fingers, he leaned right into my face taking the other half of my bar between his teeth and snapped it in half before eating his half of my chocolate bar.

I let out a small squeak and actually dropped my half of the bar and even though my heart was racing at what he had just done and my cheeks were probably as red as the Gryffindor colors I snapped at him.

“Fredick Gideon Weasley, how dare you—” he cut me off with a kiss.  His hand that held my chin now moved to the back of my neck gently stroking or rubbing certain spots that made me weak in the knees.  With one pressure point he knew that would get me to open my mouth, his tongue soon slipped into my mouth and our tongues soon danced with each other.

After our intense snogging and the desperate need for air became too great, Fred separated from me, the two of us panting softly and he licked his lips.

“Now that was by far the sweetest treat I’ve had.” I snorted softly as I shook my head at him.

“I really have turned you into a softie.”

“If you tell anyone, I’ll deny it.”

“Everyone but George. He’s always going on how you’re whipped for me.”

“I swear he’s a liar. In fact did you know that it was actually him that switched your muggle marshmallows with that canary cream?”

“He didn’t.” I said exasperatedly.

“Oh yes, saw him do it with my own eyes.”

“And you didn’t think to try and warn me about it?” I asked backing out of his arms and crossed my arms over my chest.  Fred then began stammering out an excuse while I arched my brow at him.

“You’ve got to admit it, you did sound adorable making those canary sounds.” I didn’t flinch.  “I’m going to be sleeping on the couch as you once said, aren’t I?”

“I might be able to overlook this matter, if you help me come up with a revenge prank on him.”

“Did I tell you how much I love you?”

“Not nearly enough.” I said with a shrug.

“Then I’ve got a whole week to not only say it repetitively, but also might have some ideas you can pull on Georgie the next time you’re around.” He pulled me back into his lap and captured my lips in a softer, more loving kiss.  “We were truly made for each other.” He whispered against my lips.

“Like chocolate and caramel.” I whispered back before leaning back and deepening our kiss once again.

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Okay no joke if I was Yves I’d be mad as hell too, like you chose this sloppy, forgetful man over HIM??? the same man that literally has your genetic sequence down to the allele by heart?? Knows all of your genetic information so well that it would put 23 and me to shame!! Not only that but like I think there was an ask about how an anon believes that Monty would’ve honestly attached himself to anyone who was just there at the right time meanwhile Yves’ love for his darling is entirely unique and under any circumstances he never feel this way for anyone else. Like UGH with Yves it’s literally all or nothing, if it’s no you, he doesn’t want it. But with Montgomery, if another person showed up he would’ve been acting the same with that person and not you!! Like his love isn’t “unique” I guess in a way.

Ooo I’d be so upset too. I wonder like has he ever at least THOUGHT about trying to do some technological fuckery to end the relationship between his darling and Montgomery? Like perhaps, doctor some text messages, do voice impersonations or create a voice impersonator so that he could make it seem like Monty was cheating on his darling, causing her to run into his arms. It would b EUREKA 💡 as f because he wouldn’t have to kill Monty bc he actually didn’t do it, and she’s no long with him. But RATS he probably wouldn’t want to bring that sort of pain onto his darling especially with the harsh feeling of betrayal, that can mentally scar someone for years, a feeling that Yves probably is quite familiar with :(.

Buttt at the same time we do have instances (such as if the reader was really old or suffering from terminal health issues) where he would lean more towards being selfish as long as you stay with him, so in certain circumstances he is selfish enough to let you go through pain as long as you’re with him. But dang now that I’m typing this, I’m like that’s probably not that good of a comparison, one’s a relationship and the other is your life.

Also he probably wouldn’t want to take away any of his darlings happiness either, but dang like what if it was something more subliminal maybe like you unconsciously hearing subliminal messages telling you to leave Monty and that all you need is Yves because he’s the only one that can make you truly happy Mann I don’t know 😔.

But at the same time I’m ngl!! I can kinda see why some of y’all like Monty. I think it was Chapter 39?? When he busted through the door of the house and essentially mollywhopped everyone. I was like wait,,, why is he kinda,,, I guess like some of the guilt of not being there for the reader coupled with what he heard was just enough to make him snap and go into a rage. And some people are probably more comfortable around someone who’s like Monty as compared to Yves.

But also like really quick! Does Monty have the same level of unconditional love as Yves? Like I think I remember reading somewhere that you could essentially try anything you want and Yves will NOT leave you, like he has permanently cemented himself to your side literally FOREVER like it’s almost cosmic in a way. I wonder if Monty has that same level of patience but in his own way.

Zhats enough of my unintelligible ramblings and questions, your last post really did it 4 me ooo I wanted to bite my phone!! Love your work!!!!!

the other ask in question

Holy fuckin shit anon thank u so much for ur thoughts i would love to hear moar feel free to ramble more in my asks!!1 these are the types of stuff that also keeps me going with my writing

also i got like newest installation where yves interacts with yan older bro

naw YVes wouldnt like paint monty as a cheater because the pain fuckin HURTS man, he would rather be cucked like indefinitely than let you go through the horrors of recovering from such betrayal, plus there is a chance that you get so hurt that you didn't want to be in a relationship anymore or even ASSOCIATED with men anymore, so Yves just shot himself in the foot

He's only selfish when it comes to keeping you with him, so too bad if you are facing horrors of the mind, you are getting revived

Yves is defnitely using the subliminal messages to his advantage. you would probably be all like "ewww" to Monty after the first few days, weeks if you're particularly into sad, dirty men. but true love can really work past that and there really isn't much he could do without devastating you

Oh yeah Monty's love is fr unconditional, if you are abusive to him, he will take it. Altho he would cry in secret, praying to god that you will one day change your ways and stop abusing him, he will never leave even if everyone around him tells him to. He would stay until he's dead or police actually caught you beating him into a pulp, but even then, he would say it was his fault for provoking you -- he would try everything in his power to get you out of trouble.

He isn't like YVes in a sense that he tries to change you, he will just beg pathetically and get fucked over and over without learning his lesson.

If you're dead, he's dead. Simple as. Nothing will get in the way of Monty's quest to be by your side as soon as possible.

thanx 4 reading my stuff anon ur analysis really made my day i love reading yalls thoughts

[cardiac-arresting-sweetheart]

blood, love language, note, regret, vent :3

hehehehheheh.

ok i'm answering for u...

"What is the most extreme thing you think you’re capable of doing in real life for your darling? What’s the worst thing you have already done?"

Oh god. umm okay so to be honest in real life i'm suchhh a coward most of the time.. i think. well i might go crazy. but the worst i'd do is like yell at or GOD THIS IS SO BAD i think i could probably end up trying to like physically assault someone if i got really mad. idk the worst thing i've already done is probably just the Subliminals (tm) hehehehhee :3

"What are your giving and receiving love languages? How does this apply to your darling?"

giving is i think mostly words of affirmation and gifts giving... then receiving is . the same as well Lol . i'm kind of weird about money so i don't rlly buy anyone stuff super readily but i make him subliminals whenever i can yayyyy ^_^ and i made a bracelet with his name and wear it allll the timeeeee 24/7 . And words of affirmation i think i am nice enough to him . and i giggle and kick my feet any time he praises me yippee :3

"Imagine you’re sending a love letter or message to your darling. What would it say?"

OHDONTMAKEMEEMBARRASSMYSELF i'll go back to this. HAHAHAHA

"Do you ever feel guilty about being a yandere or loving differently from other people?"

no my fourness, npd, and delusions makes me immune to this ^_^ i am sooo special i am above everyone else i understand the world like no one else everyone else is not sentient i bring life to my darlings ! yay. i think those who are normal or love "normally" are SOO BORING. the things that make you special are the things that make you strange. - will wood

"Gush, rant, or vent about your darling or anything in general."

why did this make my brain immediately stop working Um. i need to write a poem about it actually... i haven't written any yet i've gotta think about that. maybe i'll do one with alll of dolls names I should do that for my other darling toooo. eheheheheh. he's soooo nice to meeee ^_^ he's toooo nice to me. i think it is funny that he likes me so much.. he keeps worrying me though.. like. Drugs and mental illness. sigh. this would all be solved if we lived together HAHA i need to shiftnap (reality shifting + kidnapping) my darlings so bad. aaahhh doll worries me so much. sigh. sigh. sigh

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i'm dming you this on discord . ^_^

[lovebvni]

Hi Abyss! How are you? I want to say thank you for taking your time and energy to do intuitive readings for anons - it really truly means a lot and I hope you know how appreciative we are <3

I go by Teddy and I was wondering if you had any guidance or advice from spirit on when and how I will finally shift? Maybe how close I am? It's been three years now and while I still feel motivated to shift, when I stop and think about how long it's been, that motivation starts to fade.

Thank you in advance and please take care of yourself (I understand how energetically draining an intuitive reading can be)

Hi, Teddy!! ur so name is so cuddly, and obviously, brown comes to mind!! and duh!! dude, some people want answers to questions, and i have the time so 🤷🤷

Messages From Spirit About Your Shifting Journey

“you’ll be ready when you believe you are”

UGH I HATE WHEN THE UNIVERSE SAYS THIS 😭😭 it’s always so vague like what. basically, there’s some self doubt in here. you don’t believe you’re ready to shift. you think there’s something else you have to do.

i think you feel like you need to awaken your higher self and third eye. but this isn’t true. reference my post “there is nothing else you have to do” BC THERE ISNT!!! ur life is urs, and if u want something u can go ahead and grab it. u don’t need a basket to hold the barrie’s your picking. dude you have on a dress that would work just as well!!

you don’t need anything else from the outside world, you just need to reach within yourself and find out why you think and believe these things. self reflection is big, so self reflect. dog down deep, find what u hid within urself.

that’s all the advice i have for u darling!! if u journaled when u we’re younger n still have them, that may be a good way to find out what you’re thinking n hiding with yourself. also, just sitting in the shower quietly, listening to ur thoughts fears and worries.

“motivation shall not be hindered by time nor by space.” — the universe

you’ll find something to hang onto when ur in the hot sun for so long. ur almost there!!! and i appreciate u thinking more about the journey than the destination, as that’s something i struggle with <3

i hope this helps!! i love u sm!! u will shift soon <3 i believe in you.

[also i have a project me n nile have been working on for a bit, we’re hoping SOON we’ll be able to reveal it n get it up and running <3]

[bivsinfragments]

Happy one month, baby! I’m so happy with you. love u sm<3

A comet fell the night you asked me to be yours, tearing through the sky like it knew our story was just beginning. That night left its light buried under my skin. Since then, it feels like every time I look at you, I'm seeing something just as rare—a spark, a star, something that shifts the universe a little just because it exists. It feels like it was just yesterday when you asked me to be your girlfriend, but it has been 744 hours, 46,440 minutes, and 2,786,400 seconds and I loved each and every moment of it. My life was moving forward, even without you, but the moment I met you, everything changed. It’s like I found the missing piece of me. My loneliness faded, and I no longer felt lost. I finally feel whole because I found you—my home. I crave to be with you every hour, every minute, every second. I crave to be in your arms, to put my lips on yours, to slide my hands through your hair, to hear your voice. Every moment apart feels incomplete, like a part of me is missing, waiting to be filled by you.

I would sew your name on my neck, carve it into my skin if you nicely asked me to. I’d engrave it on my heart, mark myself with you in ways no one could ever erase. I’d do anything for you—anything to prove that I’m yours There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you all because i am so in love with you.

Since the day I became your girlfriend, I find myself pining for things I never even thought about before. Now, I pine to hear you call me "love" or "darling." I long for those voice notes from you, the little messages that make my heart skip a beat. I pine for you to stay on the call just ten minutes longer, just to hear your voice a little bit more. But most of all, I pine to be loved by you, in every way that you do. I love to annoy the living shit out of you, and yet you bear it all without a single complaint. I still remember the time I woke you up at 4 in the morning, even though we had talked the whole night, just because I couldn’t get enough of you. And when it comes to you, you know exactly how to get under my skin, always teasing me and making fun of me just to see me get angry. You find it cute when I get mad, and honestly, I think that’s what love is. It’s the way you know me so well, how you can make me laugh and get frustrated in the same breath, and still, I wouldn't trade any of it for the world.

I love how we’re so different, how we clash in the most beautiful, chaotic way. You’re the mature one, steady and grounded, and I’m the petulant 5-year-old, throwing tantrums over the smallest things. You’re calm and patient, like the quiet before a storm, and I’m the storm itself—wild, unpredictable, and loud. You’re the kind one, always thinking of others, and I’m mean, sharp-tongued, and quick to fight. You’re the listener, the one who takes it all in, and I’m the yapper, running my mouth even when I don’t need to. You’re the introvert, finding peace in the silence, and I’m the extrovert, breaking that silence with noise, chaos, and a flood of words. And yet, despite all our differences, you fit me like nobody else. They say opposites attract, and if anyone’s a living proof of that, it’s us.

I love every inch of you—every little detail that makes you, you. But there’s something about your smile that drives me wild. It’s like a spark that lights up everything around you, and I can’t get enough of it. When you smile, everything else fades, and all I see is you, and I swear, it’s the most beautiful thing in this world. (I fell for your voice first—it’s the kind of sound that wraps around me, smooth and comforting, like a melody I never want to end. But I love now your smile the most)

It feels like I’m a meteor, bursting into a thousand pieces every time I’m with you. My eyes, dark like coal, and yours, soft and warm like honey. My smile, sharp and poisonous, and yours, sweet and comforting. I’ve loved you with every inch of me, surrendered every part of myself to you. I was lost, but now you’re here, and hopefully, you’ll stay. We’re both still a little lost in our own ways, but now we’re lost together.

I want to slam my soul into yours, feel every inch of us collide, breaking down every wall, every barrier between us. I want to lose myself in you, to be consumed by this connection we’ve created. No distance, no hesitation, just the raw power of our love, so intense it shakes everything around us. I want to feel the tremble in your body when I touch you, the way every pulse syncs with mine, as if we’re no longer two separate beings but one—one heart, one mind and one soul

How can I explain your love when there are no barriers, no walls to contain it? How can I write about it when mere words can’t capture its essence? It’s something that can’t be defined, something that wraps around me and consumes me in ways that nothing else can. I love you without knowing how, why, when, or where—I just love you. I love you simply, without complication, because I don’t know any other way to love.

I don’t love you like the pearls or the quartz I wear, I love you as certain dark things are loved, between the shadow and the soul. I love you like the unspoken words, the silence that screams louder than any voice. I love you like the night loves the stars—fiercely, endlessly, without any expectation of return. I love you in the spaces where light doesn’t reach, where only the deepest parts of me can touch you. My love for you isn’t gentle, it’s not delicate; it’s a storm, a force that moves without permission, like the ocean crashing against the cliffs—raw, untamed, and absolutely unstoppable.

And my love, I seek for you in every moment, in every breath. I become homesick for you

I will come for you—wild and untamed, my spirit shaking like tambourines, my soul clattering like gold. A bouquet of thorns, a crown of brambles, tangled and fierce, I’ll make you feel everything, all at once. I’ll make you sing for me. No, I’ll make you scream.

I want you to whisper "I love you" into my ears every single day, to make it a ritual, a promise that I can carry with me through every moment. I want you to hold me close, to wrap me in your arms and never let me go, like I’m the most precious thing in your world. Since the day I met you, I sleep peacefully, knowing that my heart is safe with someone like you. In your presence, I don’t just rest—I find solace, I find peace, because with you, I know I am home.

You can shatter my ribs, peel off my skin, slice through my heart, cut my nerves until they tremble. I will bear it all, every ounce of agony, every shred of pain, just for you. I’ll endure it, every single torment, and I’ll do it all with one purpose—until you love me. And when the world blurs, it won't be about the "I" or the "you." It will be so intimate, so deep, that your hand on my chest becomes mine. So deep that as I fall asleep, it is your eyes that close, and my heart beats in rhythm with yours. I’ll love you until the mornings run out, and when they do, I’ll find you again in the darkness, waiting for you.

[ludebabefics]

🎀“Everybody knows I’m a good a good girl officer”

🎀”oh mother dear your number one, but girls they wanna have fun”

🎀”We're your dreamgirls, dreamgirls will never leave you”

Welcome to the sanctuary of femininity. I’m Olivia, pronouns she/her and most certainly yours 😘.Here you will find anything girly, cute and most importantly PINK! Let me show u around to suit ur service darling… but be warned u will blush u cutie 💗

🌸If u are ever in a cute and soft mood here u will find our best gentle fluff

(not here… for now)

🌸If there is ever a time u feel like u want a to escape this universe and somewhere else we have au here for u to enjoy

(not here… for now)

🌸And ofc if I ever feel like ur in a naughty mood we have our best and sexiest smut here

(nothing here…. for now)

But ofc being ofc what type of place would this be without any rules??? Pls follow the rules set and if u can’t I won’t be able to enjoy the pleasure of femininity.(rules)

that’s all for now. Now enjoy, and if ever need anything just message me and I will be there at your beck and call Babe💋

[waka-chan-out]

Hi idk if this is weird but I’m panicking and could use some advice from someone who I assume has done this before.

I’m 20 and about to start my second year of college. Last year I obvs lived at home because of the pandemic. But I just got my housemate assignment for the upcoming year.

I’m living in gender neutral housing. I’m nonbinary. I think. Idk. I haven’t figured everything out. ANYWAY I’ve grown up pretty sheltered. Went to All Girl schools my whole life. And now I’m living with three other people who are not interacting with me at all despite my best attempt.

Im scared to live with new people. Im scared to potentially live with mean people or with folks who I don’t vibe with or just… bad people. Like not everyone is good and some real pieces of shit could have chosen gn housing so they could live with people of other genders who they’d be attracted to.

Point is: im scared. Im scared I won’t make friends. Im scared I’ll be a horrible housemate. And im irrationally scared of being attacked/assaulted/ or worse.

Have you lived with roommates/housemates and howd you stay safe and happy???

I also have no siblings so I don’t even have experience living around other kids my age. Like the best I’ve got is sleepovers and that’s not even close to the same. I’m so genuinely scared. Hekjdksjr

alright baby. deep breath. as someone with pretty bad anxiety and experience with both good and bad roommates, i’m gonna do my best to offer advice.

so, first of all, try not to stress before anything has happened. there’s always the chance that the experience isn’t the greatest, but you don’t know that until it’s actually happening. i know it sounds dumb and is kind of hard to do, but recognizing that nothing has gone wrong yet will make it easier to go in with an open mind.

you said you’re scared you’ll be a horrible housemate, but truly it’s not too hard to be a good one. the biggest things people fight about are food, noise, and chores. for example, simply don’t eat anything you didn’t buy. generally try to have your own stuff that you use (like dishes and food basics and things like that.) establish ground rules for chores. my roommate right now and i are pretty relaxed about this and just take out the trash when it’s full, not paying attention to who took it out last time. but my old roommate just…..wouldn’t take out the trash?? and just stack her shit on top of the old stuff until it was impossible to close the bag?? that’s stuff that’s annoying to deal with, but all you can really do is be respectful and normal and hope they do the same.

safety is important, and i’m sure you’ll figure out very quickly how safe you feel with your housemates. i’ve never met anyone that did gender neutral housing and didn’t enjoy it for safety reasons, though i’m sure that happens sometimes. but trusting your gut is the best way to keep yourself safe in that situation. other than that, keep pepper spray with your purse or keys, double check that you’ve locked doors and windows, and, if it makes you feel better, put furniture in front of doors to feel safest. my roommate and i each lock our bedroom doors every night, and we slide an armchair in front of our balcony door and a barstool in front of our front door. we feel really safe in our apartment complex, but knowing we have that extra protection makes us feel better.

the biggest issue with my awful roommate was pettiness and obliviousness. she did not communicate when she was upset with me. she did not do her part on the chores. if i did something wrong in the house (one time i screwed up the dishwasher and there were bubbles everywhere) she would just be so weirdly mean and aggressive. she also made messes everywhere and didn’t clean anything. i really love cleaning and do it as stress relief, snd my current roommate enjoys that and knows that i don’t mind if she’s not frequently vacuuming or wiping things down. but my old roommate just left crumbs and shit everywhere and didn’t care at all. you need to respect the shared living space and the boundaries of the other person without getting passive aggressive when your own boundaries are crossed. be firm and communicate openly, but also have patience with other people. they’ve never lived with strangers either and i’m sure they’re just as nervous as you.

overall it just comes down to being respectful and trusting your instincts. i’m sure you’re a lovely person to have around and you’ll have a great time. if not, it’s really no big deal. i had two years with that bad roommate but now i live with one of my friends and i can’t imagine living with anyone else. our lifestyles compliment each other perfectly and we don’t really get into disagreements. in general, just try to communicate. if they refuse and are unwilling to respect the house rules and boundaries, you can go to an RA or something if you’re living in dorms. you won’t be living w these people forever, and in college it’s pretty easy to avoid roommates if you really want to, because you’ll be out going to class or getting food or studying elsewhere if you want to be. you’ll be fine, baby. truly. you’re gonna have a great year.

[yamikawas]

My sweet little darling, you're as cute as a button! I'm always watching, waiting, planning the perfect time to sneak in and take you away from all of this! You and me, together forever! Once I have you, you will never leave my side. Anyone who tries to separate us will have to answer to my chainsaw! You are all that matters to me. Mark my words cupcake, you. Are. Mine. That will never change <3

~ Your darling Yoomie <3

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[kalliyen]

Streamer Luck 🍀

Pairing: Wanderer x GN!Reader

Featuring: Wanderer (Genshin Impact)

Genre: Fluff, Modern AU

Summary: Streamer Wander drabbles lmao enjoy <33

Reader’s Pronouns: They/Them

Warning: wanderer (just brace yourself) bro is actually astronomically down bad, sorry id there’s any spelling or grammar mistakes i am delirious rn

Disclaimer: ⚠️ ONLY A WORK OF FICTION!

i. ‘wym you’re not single and rotting in a basement?’

Wanderer has been playing for hours on end, you could barely keep up with it.

He hasn’t come out of his room for hours and you were starting to get worried about his appetite, and his emotional well being.

Because you were such a good and doting partner, you decided to make Wanderer’s fave dish, and deliver it to his room.

Knocking on his door, he lets out a brief hum, signaling that it was good to come in. Careful not to get to close to the camera, not wanting to reveal yourself to his audience just yet.

Chat noticed the presence of another person in the room, and immediately bombarding Wanderer with questions like “who tf is that???” and “where did they spawn from???”

“Darling you’ve been streaming for 6 hours, take a break and eat first okay? Just call me when you need anything else.” You state, trying to resist giving him a peck on the lips.

Your boyfriend pauses his game, looks at you, then chat, and decides to pull your waist to his level to give you not one peck, but multiple.

Taken aback but not at all surprised from your boyfriend’s sudden show of affection, you lean into the kiss, missing the feel of his lips on yours.

Chat absolutely EXPLODES when they saw that, but Wanderer did not give two shits, and decided to kiss your hand, while deeply looking into your eyes

“Thanks Honey, I’ll take a break and eat this, thank you so much for looking out for me :)”

“No problem darl, just come out when I call you for dinner okay?” “Yes honey” And with that you leave the room, leaving Wanderer with him and his chat

He scans the messages, multiple times he sees “SO DOWN BAD LMAOO” and “did u kidnap them or something to take are of you”

A little irked at chat, he angrily replies “No I am NOT down bad (he is) and NO I did not kidnap them. They’re my partner. Why is that so hard to believe?”

ii. honey face reveal when?

Ever since you’ve made your existence known to Wanderer’s fan base they’ve been calling you Honey, mostly mocking him about the nickname he has for you. (they do find it cute tho fr)

They tell him to bring you into the stream more, saying that they missed your voice and your sweet personality, honestly they don’t give a fuck about him no more they just wanna see you

Wanderer gets annoyed (again, this man is always mad at his chat somehow), and says that he can’t force you to show yourself to them, which his chat respects.

“Also their sweetness and cuteness is for me only, not my fault that you guys are lonely and don’t have a partner. Imagine that, what a massive L” he says to his chat, and they start arguing with him again. (someone save his fan base)

iii. HONEY REVEALLL !!!!!

Seeing that your boyfriend’s fans really liked you, you decided to tell Wanderer that you’re finally comfortable with sharing your face to the internet, which he was really happy with. Because god he really wanted to show of the love of his life to the world, and smash it in their faces that only he could have you.

You suggest to him that you do a cute little baking stream together as your face reveal, and he couldn’t deny the adorable smile on your face while suggesting it to him, so of course he obliged.

While he was setting up the cameras and you were setting up the ingredients you felt really nervous, thoughts of ‘what if they don’t like me?’ plagued your mind, and Wanderer sensed your uneasy demeanor. He came up to you and gave you a kiss that meant ‘don’t be nervous honey, i’ll always be here for you.’

He turns the stream on and immediately people start to come in, surprised at the change of scenery.

‘Wanderer doesn’t live in his basement confirmed?!?!’ a TTS message read, and he gave the camera a glare

Chat immediately noticed you and started chanting “HONEY!” “OH MY GOD ITS HONEY FINALLY”

You gave a meek wave to the camera, still a bit nervous, but with Wanderer’s hand on your waist you knew you had nothing to worry about.

“Hello everyone,,,,I’m y/n, you probably know me as ‘honey’ and i’m…..wanderer’s partner” you say with small smile on your face, eyes turning into small slits

In conclusion, the stream was a success and chat was absolutely smitten with you.

bonus: iv. Honey takes over the channel 😱

Now that you’ve gotten more comfortable showing yourself on stream, you sometimes played games with Wanderer too, like co-op in this game called Genshin or other games that allowed two person players.

Sometimes, you even started streams yourself whenever you wanted to share something to his audience, or get advice from them when you start a new game.

Wanderer of course sees these streams and he just has the lovey dovey-est smile in the world, you swear you saw his eyes turn into hearts.

Damn, his streamer luck is insane.

[thegirlfromhawkins]

Someday. Today? (Fem! Reader)

i’m alive! i don’t know why i feel like i’ve been gone but i’m here! hello i hope you’re having a lovely day enjoy this sweet fic i wrote. friendly reminder my requests are open and so are my messages if u just wanna say hi! :)

The ONE time you don’t use protection anxiety ensues

One week.

One whole week and nothing.

You knew that you both tried your best with protection but the ONE time you don’t and here you are. Sitting anxiously on Eddie’s bed waiting for him to prance through the door and give you all the love and affection he does while you were about to lose your shit.

The thought of having a child now. With Eddie. Oh god, that boy has so much life to live before having a child with you.

It’s not that you were scared to tell him. No, you weren’t, it’s just that every day for the past week you’ve been pleading with the universe to just let you know you weren’t pregnant. All these thoughts of what could be and the derailing of your future plans were plaguing your mind. Now with it being a whole week, you had to tell him. If anything you were going to make him feel as anxious as you are because this didn’t just happen by yourself after all.

The thoughts are confusing at times. Sometimes you get this overwhelming feeling of excitement if you did happen to be pregnant. Visions of a little Eddie and you in your arms and picturing Eddie with a baby made your heart swoon. Then came the realization of how drastically that would complicate things. Eddie was going to graduate and you were planning on leaving Hawkins together to go make a new life with him working on his music and you being his number one fan the whole way. You couldn’t take Eddie’s dreams away from him and that’s what it felt like would happen if you had a baby right now. Tears are beginning to form from all these emotions and Eddie should be home any minute now.

‘Dear god why now?’ you plead in your head looking at the ceiling trying to subside the tears.

Of course, that’s when the door swings open,” Hey baby!”

Eddie runs up to you and wraps you in a tight hug, lifting you off the bed and making you laugh at his excitement of only your presence,” Hello to you too, Mr. Munson.”

“How is my favorite girl doing today?”, he asks as he moves to take his jacket off throwing it on the ground then proceeding to crawl on the bed now laying in front of you. His messy hair and the way he’s resting his head in his hands make you smile. Oh boy, he has no idea about the bombshell you’re about to drop.

“Um, well I’m alright. I just kinda have some stuff on my mind right now.”

“Hit me with it, darling. I’m all ears.”

He intently watches your every move making you feel even more anxious and words are beginning to jumble in your mind as you try to think of what exactly to say until,” I’m late!”, you yell then frantically cover your face hiding behind your knees now raised in front of your face.

Eddie is completely lost,” Late? For what? Do you need a ride somewhere?”

Everything seems to explode inside you at once as you begin laughing and crying at his reply. This is a great cause of concern for Eddie and his eyes go wide as he goes to hug you right away. It takes a minute or two to calm down from your laughter and tears because how else did you think Eddie was going to reply to that?

“No Eddie, I’m late for my period,” you finally say calmly and his eyes continue to go wide,” Like a whole week late.”

You can tell Eddie is thinking by his eyebrows furrowing and he’s definitely trying not to say something stupid like he did a minute ago,” Does that mean you’re?”

His big brown eyes look to your stomach and then back to you and he can’t help but place his hand on your belly. Eddie wanted to have kids, especially with you but this news was all so shocking to him. Instantly he’s questioning if he would even be a good father but the thought of you, him, and a little being to love made him happy inside.

“I’m not sure yet. I haven’t taken a test. I just wanted to tell you before I did.”

“Do you have one?”

Shit, that’s what you forgot to pick up at the store. I mean it’s not on your normal weekly list so it’s understandable that you forgot,” I forgot to”.

Eddie begins standing up to grab his jacket and before you could even ask what he was doing he simply says,” I’ll go get one.”

With his kiss goodbye there you were again waiting. You couldn’t quite calculate how he felt about this. He seemed surprised but calm. Thank god he was the calm one for once in this situation. Or at least that’s how he’s presenting himself to you.

Meanwhile, Eddie hops into the van driving off to get a pregnancy test. A damn pregnancy test. He truly can’t believe it and the memories of you and him talking about your future came back to him. Three kids. You both wanted three little ones someday. Someday. But Today?

It takes him a while to find what exactly he’s looking for and luckily a nice older lady helped him out with what to buy. Sure he may have gone a bit overboard with five tests but you never know. He even took time to pick out your favorite snacks so whatever would happen you’d have munchies for the night. Practically racing home he pulls up and slams the door carrying the bags in his ring-clad hands.

The moment the trailer door opened you were there standing up waiting for the test to decide the fate of the rest of your lives. Eddie begins laying everything out over his bed showing you what snacks he bought and the different tests. Here the tears come again and you stop him mid-sentence to wrap him in a hug letting a few tears fall onto the jean vest he so adored.

“Hey, no matter what that piece of plastic says I’m still going to be here.”

Looking into his eyes you nod not trusting words to come out properly. You grab a few tests and go to the bathroom. Eddie waits for you in his room trying to stay calm and figure out what he’d do if a little Munson was on the way. God, and he just knows you’d make the perfect mom. Hell, you were always taking care of him and the rest of Hellfire it’s like you’re already in training for it.

The minutes pass like hours as you sit on the floor waiting for the results. When those three minutes go up you are almost too scared to look. However, now is not the time for procrastinating. Taking a deep breath you open your eyes to look at the tests.

Exiting the bathroom you walk into Eddie’s room holding them in your hands. Eddie sits up from the bed looking at you waiting for any answer. It’s silent for a minute before you shake your head and let out a small no.

The weight feels like it’s been taken off both of your shoulders. Eddie walks over to you giving you another hug. This one is so full of comfort though. You believed that what he said about staying regardless was true. How could it not be with the feeling of him shielding the whole world from you when you were in his arms?

“Someday.” he smiles running his fingers through your hair now looking down into your eyes.

“Someday,” you reply followed by his sweet kiss on your lips,” Not today.”

[theringers]

more - mick schumacher

summary: your boyfriend catches you reading smut

this photo??? i want his hands around my neck and that’s all i have to say

a/n: hi everyone this is my first time writing a oneshot in first person so let me know what u think.... if u prefer reader insert or think third person would work best just send me a message!!! love yall thanks for the support. this is unedited and not proofread bc im impatient sry

warnings: 18+, NSFW, smut, light bondage, dirty talk, spanking

do NOT read if you aren’t comfortable with smut

"The entire night, he kept his eyes on me. He was meant to be focused on anything else, especially the award he was about to receive, but he looked at me like I was his prize. He was highly competitive and the most unpleasant sore loser, so he would do everything in his power to make sure he received his prize. I watched as he mentally undressed me from the stage. He licked his lips and looked directly into my eyes as he read the card in his hands. He stuttered a bit and his gaze landed directly on me right after he did so. I almost wanted to excuse myself, just to make sure he didn't make a fool of himself in front of this entire room."

I was rattled by the sound of the front door shutting. The whole house shook and I was taken out of my trance. Whenever I was alone, I was able to immerse myself in the world I was reading. With no external distractions, it was just me and Mr. Loverboy from the pages in front of me. And now Mick.

I heard his footsteps run up the stairs and my heart beat fast when he walked into the door. He always did that to me, no matter how often I saw him. His hair was sticking to his forehead and beads of sweat rolled down his rosy cheeks. He walked over to me on the couch, catching his breath. "How's your day been, darling?" He plopped his body down next to me and exhaled deeply.

"It's going well, I'm in the middle of a really good scene in my book right now." I was hoping that would give him the hint to leave me be for just a bit longer.

"Oh, really?" He ran his fingers through his hair. "What's happening?" He wasn't fully focused on me, being distracted by his own breathing and recovery from his workout. He pulled on his muscles and massaged them.

"Well, the two love interests are about to get together, so..."

He let out a deep breath before resting his head in your lap. "Read to me. Your voice always relaxes me."

I laughed nervously. "I'm sure you don't want to hear about this."

He smirked up at me. "I'm sure I'll surprise you." He waved his hands at me. "Go. C'mon now."

I shook my head and laughed at him, making sure he knew of my resistance to doing this, so he couldn't complain later. I cleared my throat and opened the book where my thumb had been keeping place.

"I walked toward the exit and turned around to give him a thumbs up before I exited, but he was gone. He wasn't one to leave an award show like this without saying goodbye and making his exit known. That wasn't the kind of guy he was.

"I didn't know where he was, but I needed to locate him. He had an obligation to fulfill tonight and I wasn't going to get in the way of this one, too. I turned a corner and ran into a hard body I recognized. 'What do you think you're doing?' he said." Mick listened to my words and traced his finger up and down my bicep as I held the book in one hand. He was surely about to regret his decision to listen to what I was reading.

I was too distracted by the feeling of his touch that his voice brought me out of my high. "Are you going to continue, my love?"

I rolled my eyes and looked back at the words on the page. "Next thing I knew, he was checking the hall for people before pulling me into a coat closet. He slid the straps of my dress down painstakingly slow but still with so much urgency. He ripped his tie off and grabbed both of my hands, not letting a silly coat closet let him forget about how he likes it." My voice faltered and I hoped he didn't notice. He traced shapes on my skin and focused on my voice.

"He tied my hands behind my back and let his snake around to my front, groping my tits and rolling my nipples between his fingertips." He started to shift in my lap, but stayed relatively still. I waited for him to make a silly comment about the content of my book, but nothing came, so I continued. "My head fell back in pleasure and my body shuddered at his touch. His fingers crept slowly crept upwards and he pulled my body into his with a firm grip around my neck. My silk dress slipped down leaving me exposed. His rough skin planted a sharp slap on my ass. I wanted to react, but couldn't move with his hand on my throat."

He sat up and ran his hand through his hair. He didn't seem as uncomfortable as I expected him to be. "Do you enjoy reading this kind of stuff?" Oh no. Here comes the shaming.

I sighed. "I do, it's fun and-"

"You don't have to defend yourself. Just put the book down." What was going on? He walked into the closet and came out with one of his ties in hand and a devilish grin on his face. "Stand up and turn around," he ordered.

I was confused at first, not used to this side of him, but I stood up and did as he said. He looped his tie strategically around my wrists. "Where did you learn to do that?" I jokingly asked.

"Research," he said grimly. "Now, shut your mouth." He pushed my body into the wall next to me. He had never told me to shut up before, but I loved it. He pulled my shorts down swiftly and placed his hand on my bare ass. He rubbed a few soft circles before lifting his hand and placing a throbbing red handprint on my cheek. I winced in pain, but moaned with pleasure. "Your safe word is apple. If you make any other sound, I'm going to have to spank you again. So, be a good girl, okay?" I nodded with my face pressed against the wall, giving me a view of Mick behind me out of the corner of my eye. He looked sexy and confident. I wanted to rip this tie off my hands and push him onto the bed, but I knew he was enjoying this. Most of the time, he was focused on my pleasure, so it was his turn to have some fun.

I sucked in a sharp breath when his hand hit my backside once again. "Darling, you know the rules." I made quick eye contact with him, his eyes full of lust and desire. I winced and jumped as my body rocked into the wall from his contact. I moaned at the collision with the wall and tilted my head back, desperate for him to touch me in any other way. His hand rested at the base of my neck and I couldn't get the vision of his long fingers out of my head. I couldn't see them, but I could feel their full implications all over my body.

His strategically placed fingers limited the blood rushing to my head and made my whole body throb. I was so used to telling him what I wanted and then getting it. This wasn't how we usually had sex. My back arched, pushing my ass into his hard cock straining in his pants. "Come on babe," I choked with his fingers around my throat. "Please, just fuck me."

He lifted his hand and placed it firmly over my mouth. "Didn't I tell you to shut up?" My eyes squeezed shut when I realized that I deserved the slap I received for those comments. I needed to let him have control or else this wasn't going to work.

I could hear his belt clambering around and I crossed my fingers that he was going to give into me. I felt him jerk himself a few times behind me and I arched my back again, needy and desperate. He laughed. "You think I'm going to fuck you after you disobeyed me?" He moved to push my tied up hands into my lower back to keep me in place. I was turning him on and he didn't like that. Slowly, his fingers slipped down and between my legs. I flinched when I felt one easily slide inside of me. I moaned because he was occupied. He was touching himself with one hand and had the other inside of me, so he had no free hands to keep me quiet.

As I moaned, I heard him grunt in response behind me. He was losing control when he was most vulnerable. I turned back to see his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure and his abs flexed, a few beads of sweat dripping down his body.

I wasn't sure how he was going to react to me speaking, but I needed him. "More," I begged desperately.

He said nothing and slipped in another finger, curling it to hit just the right spot. I let my vision go out of focus as my legs went numb in pleasure. I turned to watch him touch himself as I came on his fingers. My moans sent him over the edge and I felt his release on my back.

I caught my breath as I was pressed against the wall. He slowly undid his tie and wiped my back, leaving soft kisses on my shoulders.

"Was that okay?" He asked, planting a kiss on my lips.

I chuckled. "Of course it was okay. It just came out of nowhere."

He rolled into bed and slid under the covers, holding his arms out for me. "Well, I've been thinking about it for a little while, but I wasn't sure how to bring it up. Your book caught me by surprise in the best way possible."

"I hope you enjoyed yourself." I pulled the covers around me and snuggled into his chest. "Just don't expect me to listen to your orders like that around the house."

"Not like you listened to me when you were tied up anyway..."

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[dazz-linglight]

OMG ANOTHER ONLY B?!?!

Hey, HI 👋 I'm Rain. She/they. Nice to meet you.

I am appalled by the lack of content for Just B. Can you write something, literally anything with Geonu please!?!? He is my top bias of all time and my brain runs wild for him.

(Hii Rain, and yes! I plan to post a lot for Just B this year <3 love them)

(decided to do college lovers for him, hope you enjoy <3)

(happy birthday for him!!!)

Keep Driving

Starting your first week in college surely made you nervous, but everything felt easier when you met him. Lee Geonu. Sharing most of your classes with him during the week you noticed that he isn't the stereotypical popular guy like some others. He is sweet, so intelligent and bright, smiles a lot and seems very loyal and careful to his friends. You don't have the courage to approach him to talk but the two of you exchange a few glances through the day.

In the next week you find out he's working part time at the cafeteria in front of the university and you make it a habit of going there after classes to get coffee. You're aware that you are developing a crush on him but you guess but there's never really a thought that you have a chance to actually go out with him since he's a young and handsome guy and probably could have eyes on someone else already.

You get the opportunity to talk to him when the professor announces the first group activity for a class. Surprisigly, Geonu was the one to come over to you to ask if you wanted to be a part of his group for the activity and you accepted it, receiving a bright smile of his. "Oh god, I'm fucked over this guy." You think while smiling back, trying not make it obvious how much you freaking out inside. You move to sit with him and other colleagues to plan the activity and everyone agrees to have Geonu as the leader since he showed bigger interest.

The week go by, the acitivty is done and you developed some kind of proximity with Geonu, he started sitting next to you for all the classes you had together and weeks turn into months and you slowly notice that he always laughs at your jokes, looks at you like you're the most interesting person in the room and smiles when he sees you walk in the cafeteria he works in and how he's always sharing silly memes with you.

You're not sure what's going on, until you do. That feeling happens in a flash: You're in love with him. And there's a small impression that he's in love with you too. All your friends already noticed how you two interact differently, the longing stares, the subtle touches. Everybody silently waiting for the day you would appear holding hands.

He caught you off-guard one day when he had to leave early from class and patted your head leaning in to your ear and said:

"Bye darling, when you're going home text me, okay? I need to know if you're safe." You just nodded and said a quick bye, not trusting yourself to say more because your stomach was full of butterflies and right before he left he gave you a kiss on the forehead, not staying to see your jaw drop to the floor.  After the shock passed you finally decided you had to confess. The semester was close to ending and you didn't want to hide your feelings and risk losing him anymore, so you did as he asked and sent a message later.

You: I'm going home now. Are you free after work?

Him: yeah, wanna go out?

You: yes.

Him: oki. Pick u up at 6.

You read his last message and feel your heart beaating faster. The hours pass and you get ready until he arrives on his car, sending you a message to come out. When you do, he opens the passenger door for you to get in and show that smile the makes you weak again as you sit and close the door.

"Hello, beautiful lady" He sweet talked and you could barely move, speak, breath for a moment, feeling the tension of being so close to him in a small space. He felt it too as he started the car and left the neighboorhood you live in.

"There's something I want to tell you, Geonu." You talk in a low tone as if the windows would break if you were louder, breathing in slowly and looking over to his side profile.

"Me too, _____." He locks eyes with you shortly before getting his attention back on the street ahead. His voice stays calm, you instantly feel a gentle breeze of air sending shivers all over your body. "I don't want to be your friend anymore." Your breath hitches as you take him his words.

"Don't get me wrong, it's just.. I want to be more than a friend to you." He stops by the red light and turns to look fully at you. He tucks a stand of hair behind your ear and brings your forehead to his softly. "There's not a day I don't think about you since we met."

"Thank you.. I was afraid I was the only one to feel like that.." He felt your trembling hand meet his, intertwining fingers on his lap since he had to go back to driving.

That night he took you for dinner, you both talked about your feelings and everything you felt towards each other, filling the table with sweet nothings and officially marking the first day of your new relantionship status. The next day in college you were glued to each other, Geonu making sure to announce to your friends that you were dating.

"FINALLY!" You heard the chant and all of them shwed happiness with the news.

[honeyabyss]

Phone calls after Mc returned to the human realm

Lucifer:

this man is stubborn, calling you would be like admitting he's gone soft and his pride does not allow that!

so he refuses to call for the first few weeks, keeping himself busy with work of which he has enough anyway

due to all his student council work, a few other tasks of Diavolo and on top of that the usual shenanigans of his brothers, he quickly becomes very stressed

he's at his breaking point and needs someone to talk to so he can release some of his stress before he takes it out on someone else

so he goes to your old room and starts talking as soon as he enters it, only to stop confused when he doesn't see you in the room, remembering only now you left for the human realm

disappointed he sits down onto the bed and curls the blanket around himself

"Their scent is almost gone...Soon it'll be as if they were never here"

he closes his eyes, sighs softly and makes his decision

"Mc? I hope I didn't wake you. I simply thought a conversation would be nice, it's been a while..."

Lucifer's call is pretty casual, he talks about his day, work and his troublemaker brothers, it almost feels like any other day before just this time it is over phone

he does not want to admit he misses you, a) because he'd seem weak and b) he fears what admitting it will do to him, he might just miss you even more

BUT while saying goodbye he accidentally lets a "I miss you" slip, his breathing stops shortly realizing his mistake, he is about to apologize when you say it back

he smiles softly, genuinely relieved about your shared sentiment and whispers "I'll call you again soon then" before hanging up

from then on he calls you every evening and you better jump right away and pick up at the first ringing, because this man is lonely without you

Mammon:

"Congratulations! You're one of our lucky winners of our monthly Devil-Lottery. We'll have to confirm your bank account number with the one given to us when you agreed to participating in the lottery. Would you be so kind to slowly repeat the number-"

this greedy demon will quite literally try to scam you, only to absolutely panic when you hang up on him

he will instantly call you back, constantly adjusting his glasses, a nervous habit he acquired over the years

"H-hey...Mc...uhm, it's me your favourite demon!"

he is relieved you picked up, as it means you didn't block him right away, he stumbles over his words trying to find an excuse why he just tried to scam you

"Ah you know I only did that to test you, you've passed nobody scams my human! You're my amazing human after all! That's why I love you...u-uh I-i mean...nothing...that was a static you must have misheard..."

when you tell him you knew it was him as you recognized his voice, he'll be outraged, screaming into his D.D.D (and probably later getting punched by Lucifer for being so loud)

"What do you mean you already knew?! You dared to hang up on The Great Mammon?

He gets a bit sulky by your reaction, so how about playing into his obvious lie of testing you to make him feel better again

besides trying to scam you Mammon also called to (not so sneakily) check on your wellbeing

now that you're gone he constantly worries about you and he can't do much to help, but if you were actually in need of help due to whatever, trust me he'd fight Lucifer himself for permission to go to you

he'll call you as often as he can, sometimes with a few days of a break in between, asking you about your life and also letting you in on his upcoming money making schemes...please don't tell Lucifer about them

Mammon has learned his lesson though, he'll never try to scam you again, he couldn't bare it if you were to block or ignore his calls

Leviathan:

phone calls? Why? You two can just talk about the in-game talk function of this new online game you play, but no real world talk while playing that ruins the immersion!

Levi will rarely call you as he just doesn't feel comfortable enough to talk with you about normie stuff for too long

he normally just spam writes you, ding, ding, ding, one message after another coming in without you being able to respond quick enough

so if gets too much and you decide to just call him so you can have an actual chance of responding, Levi just panics and almost drops his D.D.D

"Mc? D-did you accidentally hit the c-call button? N-no? I-i see no I love you too!!....AAAAAAAh I-i meant I l-l-love t-talking to you too...hehehe w-why would a yucky o-otaku like me say something like that"

poor boy is so nervous he'll say something stupid and will stutter a lot the first few times you call him, he is just not used to talking on the phone

he will laugh nervously over everything and sometimes there'll be a phase of awkward silence, but please don't point it out, Levi is already stressed enough as it is

once he gets used to calls, he'll surprisingly suggests to have a phone call while both of you are watching the new episode of an anime, so he'll be able to talk to you as if you're right next to him, which works out mediocre at first, you have to tell him to be a bit quieter a few times but besides that it's quiet nice

"Ooooooowhooooooah!!! Did you see that? That was amazing, I wish I had these superpowers, I'd save you of every danger like a real hero! W-what do you mean I'm already your hero?"

Yes, you saw and heard it, and your neighbours probably heard Levi...

on the rare occasions Levi calls you he'll often asks you for favours like to buy him this exclusively in the human realm sold limited edition game, of course he isn't like his scummy brother Mammon who'll constantly asks for things and he'll also make it up by sending you stuff you can only get on Akuzon

so calls don't happen very often, but neither if you really mind, you'll still be in contact through messages and games

Satan:

Satan will be very proper about calling you, he'll check through messages if you're fine with him calling you, so he can be sure you have time and he doesn't bother you

Satan never jumps into a conversation right away (unless he is angry), he makes sure to show interest in you and hold a bit small talk, asking about your day, how you're doing and so on

you talk about many different things with him mostly about your shared interests, but Satan is willing to listen to you ramble about hobbies he doesn't have as well

one thing you two quickly come to do was have book club sessions over phone

"I wish you were still here Mc. I miss my book discussion partner, nobody here has as interesting opinions and views as you..."

back in Devildom you two would both read a book and afterwards discuss your thoughts, and you found a way too keep doing just that

you both write about books, decide on one to read for the week and would than have a phone call where you just talk for hours about the piece of literature you've read

now that you're back in the human realm, the book choices are even bigger as you can read human books as well, you just have to send a copy to Satan, sometimes Barbatos will be nice and pick a book up and deliver it to Satan, or to you if it's the other way around with a demon book

"Oh? No, you're right. I haven't thought about it like that yet...your thoughts are so fascinating!"

Satan will shower you in praise for every little detail that you noticed yet he missed. he genuinely enjoys your phone calls, and though he wouldn't admit it, sometimes he anticipates your call more than the actual book

even though there now is a bigger distance between you two he still feels as close to you as before, not much has changed for him and he knows he'll be able to see you again soon, he'll just have to be patient

"Next week, same time? I'm looking forward to talking to you again. Take care until then!"

Asmodeus:

"Oh my Lord! You won't believe what just happened!!!"

no greeting or alike, just straight into the discussion

whenever something gossip worthy happens, Asmo is already dialling your number to spill the tea and keep you updated on any Devildom related gossip, even if it won't help you much, it's a nice thought of him keep you in the loop

those are only the spontaneous call though, obviously you can't take these all the time...you still have a life of your own...

you two actually call each other every day at the same time, plus/minus a couple minutes, the water in the tub has to be filled first...yeah Asmo likes to talk you while he is taking his afternoon bath

"Hahh it's so relaxing, warm water caressing my beautiful skin, and the bath bomb today smells so good! I wish you could smell it, or even better I wish we could bathe together!"

*water sloshing noises intensified*

Asmo...no....yes...maybe...just stop, you'll fluster Mc!

"No really! I miss having you here, I'll pamper you all day the next time I'll get to see you. You must already be starved of my beauty, but don't worry my dear, I'm just as starved of seeing your lovely face!"

what to talk about while he is bathing? Anything really if it's about your day, any complains or whatever, just expect a few innuendos of him...that's nothing new though

seriously though Asmo is the guy to talk to about any of your problems, he will listen and try to come up with a solution for you, even if he seems a bit narcissistic sometimes he really cares about you, so use your phone calls as therapy from time to time

"Oh darling, don't worry it'll be okay! I'm here to help...now tell me every detail so I can come up with a plan! I'll always be there for you, no matter what!"

Beelzebub:

"*munch munch* This one is really good! Mc you should try some...oh"

now that you're back in the human realm, Beels snack times are very lonely, he has just gotten so used to your presence, even sharing his food is normal by now

and let's be honest Beels snack time is 24/7 so he misses you a lot

he feels the urge to call you every five minutes and sometimes even forgets to eat while phone is ringing and he is waiting for you to pick up

but you can't constantly talk with him over phone so the calls often end up on your voicemail where Beel tells you about all the different kind of foods he ate that day

when Belphie catches wind of his twin constantly pestering you, he hides Beels D.D.D so he can't call you all the time

when you're actually able to pick up on his call, Beel will be so happy you can quite literally hear his huge grin while he's excitedly talking about his current snack

"Have you ever tried spicy bat-wings? There opened a new restaurant in town and it's really good!! Next time you're here I'll invite you there. Oh but what if it closes before you're back...ah you'll just have to visit soon!"

though Beel is often disappointed when you don't pick up, he would never hold it against you, he knows he calls quite a lot, but he just misses you and tipping a message while he eats is harder than putting his D.D.D on speaker and talking to you

of course he doesn't only talk about food, he also tells you about how his brothers are doing and how his workout was, or what things he has planned to do at the weekend, all in all Beel is just super happy to share everything of his life with you

on rare occasions he'll call you and be untypically quiet, that happens when he had a fight with his twin, it's not often but sometimes it happens and his first instinct is to call you, because he feels like he can tell you everything so he is very comfortable and trusting with you

"I miss you a lot, you know...but I also know that you think about me daily, every time your stomach rumbles you'll be reminded of me and that makes me happy, I also think about you every time I'm hungry! Hm? But I'm always hungry? That's right! You're always on my mind!"

Belphegor:

Listen, his sleeping schedule is very tight, you can't just expect him to call you!

he will call you so rarely and if you call him it might just happen that he is sleeping and has phone on silent...or he's just to lazy to walk to his phone, or he is just not in the mood to talk... he takes any excuse to not be on the phone

Belphie does like talking to you, but he is not the greatest at long conversations so he like messages more

sometimes when he can't seem to fall asleep, he will be the one to call you...in the middle of the night...and you better pick up or he gets annoyed

"What took you so long? I thought you wanted to talk more often and then you leave me hanging for a whole minute? Doesn't matter I would have waited longer with you...."

he is mostly silent through a phone call, his main reason to call you is because he like to listen to you talk, it's calming to him and if he calmer then he might be able to fall asleep again

so don't expect an amazingly deep conversation...

"Mhmmm...hm? Yeah I'm still there. I'm listening keep talking, I love your voice..."

he'll bring up a topic from time to time so you have an inspiration about what to talk about, but most of the times he just lazily hum or making acknowledging noises so you know he is still listening

"Zzz..."

he will to 100% fall asleep while being on the phone with you, that doesn't mean you're boring, but that he trusts you so much that he is comfortable enough to let his guard down

Diavolo:

"Good afternoon! How was the week of my favourite human?...ah don't tell Solomon I said that hahaha"

as the future king of hell, he is a busy man, but he still manages to give you a call once a week, to the same time you two would have normally had your weekly afternoon tea meeting in the castle

with the exchange year over there is not much about your classes to talk about left, but Dia is just as excited about any other topic you decide to talk about, be it the most mundane thing he loves it!

"Oh so you went grocery shopping? That must be fun! Barbatos does it all the time, though I suppose you buy less things...I'd like to see a human market at some point, I wonder if they're very different from ours...oh but I wouldn't really able to tell I suppose, Barbatos and you would need to point out the differences!"

this man can talk without taking a break for hours...you think Asmo is bad? Prepare for Diavolo...

but seriously it never gets boring with him, because he somehow finds good and fun stuff in every activity, I swear give him a vacuum and watch him clean you're whole flat with the enthusiasm of a child getting presents on Christmas

the work of a future king consists of so much paperwork, Dia will have only few events of his week to tell you about, if there is something to talk about there is a high chance it has to do with the brothers

so he'd much rather just sip his tea and listen to you, he'll ask you loads of questions though about anything he doesn't know

sometimes you two forget the time and Barb sadly has to remind you to come to a stop for now

"Mc? Did I wake you? If so I'm terribly sorry...would you be up to talk for a little bit more? I'm not feeling too tired yet"

surprise night time calls from Dia where you'll have to speak silently or Barbatos might reprimand Diavolo for staying up all night and being tired the next day, Dia doesn't regret it ever though, he likes to talk you a lot!

Barbatos:

Barbatos is always busy and his schedule can often suddenly change with a new whim of his master, so he can't exactly have a scheduled call with you

so you might not get to hear of him very often

BUT he made it a habit to call you when he is on duty to do the dishes, the chore is somewhat boring to him with no one to distract him

so he calls you and if you pick up, he'll put you on speaker and talk to you about whatever comes to mind while his hands wash one after another of the expensive porcelain of the royal household

"I've bought this new tea which is said to be really nice, it can even be enjoyed cold apparently. It seems to have to just the right amount of sweetness to not get bitter when drank cold...you can still add sugar for extra sweetness, though I believe you're already sweet enough as it is"

no matter what you decide to talk about Barbatos always has at least some knowledge about it, so it's beneficial for both of you, he can tell you the things he knows and you tell him your stuff

"I hope I'm not bothering you too much? There is quite a lot to do today... so it might take some more time..."

you will never get to know that Barb has actually already finished the dished a few minutes ago, but just isn't ready to say goodbye yet

the rest of the employees will be able handle the castle for a bit longer without him, meanwhile he can take a well deserved tea break and listen to you

he very much enjoys the fact he found a way to have some time with you while theoretically having to be at work, as long as he is able to finish all the tasks of his daily schedule, he doesn't feel too bad about his not so legal break

"I fear I'll have to get back to work now, but I loved talking to you today! I hope you enjoyed it as well. I'll talk to you again soon!"

Solomon:

Though Solomon returned to the human realm with you, you haven't heard much of him, being a wise old man sorcerer must be very time consuming

so calls of Solomon might be rare but that doesn't mean you don't write messages every now and then, when he calls you though it's always about something interesting or important to share, he talks about those things rather verbally, the best option for him would be in person, but that doesn't always work so a phone call is the second best option

"My lovely apprentice, how is your studying going? I've found the tome we were talking about last time you were interested in...it took some research to find which sorcerer had it but I brought it back for you. How about I'll drop by you next week? I can help you with your studying then, the tome is written in an older version of the language it might be easier if we do it together!"

Solomon can simply not sit still, so while you're on the phone, he is always tinkering at something and the background noises are sometimes quite peculiar...

Was that a pig squeaking? Are you sure you should be brewing a potion while being on the phone? Isn't it distracting?

Oh Lord was that an explosion?!

"Hmm? Oh yeah...I`m cooking dinner right now! It was just a small explosion though, you know the ones that are regularly happen in the kitchen. Why? Was my cute student worried about me?~ heheh alright, alright, I'll stop teasing you...for now!"

no matter how chaotic, teasing or busy Solomon is though, if you call him and are in need of help, he'll drop everything and run to you

he knows how hard it can be when studying magic, not to mention that the studies are difficult, the constant hiding of any magic in front of other humans is also very nerve wrecking, sometimes you feel like giving up and going back to your normal life, back to your non-magical very human friends that are blissfully unaware of everything happening around them, but you know you could never forget and act as if nothing happened, you'd also miss your new not so normal friends, so when times get hard Solomon will rush to you and comfort you in person or at least calm you down on phone until he is able to go to you

if that happens he is more likely to call you every two to three days just to check in on you

"Hey how is my strong and beautiful fellow human doing? Feeling better yet? Need a shoulder to lean on? I'm at your flat in 10 minutes..."

Simeon:

Simeon is a daily caller as well, he's gotten so used to seeing you every day that he feels quite restless if he doesn't get to hear your voice at least once a day

he asked you to recommend at what time he should call, he doesn't want to restrict you in your daily life, so you both came to the conclusion after dinner would be perfect, as both of you are free for the rest of the day then

He will often write a bit on his TSL scripts, just some notes and inspirations he comes up while talking to you

"How was your day my little lamb? You haven't overworked yourself right? Tell me if you ever need help!"

though Simeon would definitely have things to complain about with how Michael is working him to the bone, he'd rather not worry you so instead he tells you about how Luke is doing and evasively answers you questions about himself

"Oh me? Ah yes, I'm doing fine, just doing the usual archangel stuff you know...Ah please do not worry Mc, my dear! Nothing dangerous!"

over the time his TSL notes turn into random scribbles, rhymes and poems and every now and then something that looks suspiciously like your name

Sometimes Luke crashes the call and wants to speak with you as well so Simeon tries to put the phone on speaker only to end up ending the call and Luke getting frustrated with Simeon and doing it himself

then again Simeon also just accidentally hangs up on you mid conversation, because his fingers hit the button without him noticing, he'll get so confused when you cut off in the middle of your sentence and thinks something has happened to you, only to be relieved when you call back a few seconds later

Simeon is very interested in your day and how you doing, asking you many questions and encouraging you to keep talking

"Oh no please keep talking! You're not overwhelming me at all, in fact I like listening to your voice, it puts even the most melodic voice of an angel into the shadows...hahaha did I make you embarrassed? I apologize, I didn't mean to, I was only telling you my honest opinion!"

Simeon is quite the flatterer, but he often does not notice it, he simply tries to be nice, so a call with him leaves you flustered and stuttering ever now and then, but he is just as quick to blush at a honest and heartfelt compliment

Luke:

Luke might be an angel, but he is still low ranking and therefore has less assignments, besides studying to become a great angel and doing some minor tasks for Michael, he is relatively free

he often spends his free time in the kitchen constantly trying to improve his baking, now after the exchange year not only to impress Michael and Simeon but also Barbatos, maybe a bit Beel and definitely you!

but as Simeon is still working at these times, he gets somewhat lonely so he'll try calling you to keep him some company

Luke has this habit of speaking the recipes out loud to remember the steps better and be able to able to make them from memory, he got that tip from Barbatos, but he still has his moments where he gets stuck and forgets what to do next, you can notice that when he gets silent and concentrates on trying to remember

"Ah right that was it! I almost forgot about the eggs! Good thing you were here...or well on the phone hehe! You always remember this stuff, you're so amazing!"

when you tell him you simply looked it up in the internet for him, he'll get a bit sulky that he now basically cheated, but with your reassurance that he is already great and can remember so many other steps, he is quickly back to his happy little angel self

"Michael let me help with his conference today I was assistant record keeper today, one day I'll be able to do it alone, bit they're talking so much and so fast...I think I still need a couple centuries until I'm fully ready, but I'm working on improving! You should also try to improve your skills daily! Even a small bit of practice is good! Though I think you're perfect already!"

Luke most definitely learned his flattering from Simeon... he talks about many different things on the phone but repeating topic is Michael...just talking to you makes his day and later he'll tell everything Simeon and he smiles so brightly while he reports to him, please keep talking to him a lot!