#my wallet is already crying thinking of buying them all

[meownotgood]

THE CREATURES ARE QUITE CUTE

[latenightdaydreams]

Thinking about werewolf König. Maybe you're new to town, and he's just like, yep, that one's mine.

WereWolf!König x New!Girl

MDNI🔞

Part 2

Master List✍🏽

>cw:fem/afab, werewolf, forceful, oral, p in v, knotty

1.9k word count

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König has lived in the same town for the last twenty years. He knows everyone by name and smell, blending in seamlessly, he appears as if he is like any other human. Living in such a small town has made it easier to hide away from others. However, today when one his weekly grocery run to the local store; a sweet smell lingers in the air.

He swallows hard and tries to act casual as his eye darts everywhere trying to pinpoint the new smell. As he enters the store, the smell seems to only grow stronger, nearly making a growl slip from his chest. That’s when his pale blue eyes lock on to you; a bright smiling face standing behind the cash register. It takes everything in him to control his primal side that is crying out to just take you now.

König averts his gaze and just continues to shop as he normally would. No matter how hard he may try, he cannot escape your smell that fills his nostrils. You’re already consuming him completely and he doesn’t even know your name. Once his things are gathered, he approaches the register, feeling as if he’s stalking prey.

“König!” The voice of the store owner interrupts his thoughts. 

“Hey, Frank.” König tries his best to maintain a calm demeanor with you so close.

“It’s good to see you!” Frank holds his hand out to shake with König. He looks over his shoulder to you at the counter. “The new cashier is my wife’s niece. She’s new so be nice.” He nudges König playfully.”

König smiles and nods while his eyes shift back to you. You’re not paying attention to them as you help the next customer in line. The way you move is hypnotic, making it difficult for him to even remain in this conversation.

“Don’t worry about me, Frank. I’ll be nice.” So nice.

Frank chuckles and nods, “Well, I have to go help unload a truck. It was good to see you.”

König nods and watches Frank walk away before turning his gaze back to you. He stands in line behind a mother and child. The closer he gets the more intoxicating it all is. All he can envision is having you under him as he buries his face into your neck, claiming you as his mate.

“Hello!” You greet him as he walks up in line, placing his items down for you to scan.

“Hallo, I’m König. I’m friends with your uncle.”

“Oh! It’s nice to meet you. I’m y/n.” You smile at him, noticing how intense his blue eyes seem to be.

“Beautiful name. How long are you staying?”

“Oh, I don’t know yet. Maybe until the new year?”

That’s not enough. The holidays are only a few months away, he couldn’t possibly find and lose his mate in only a matter of a few months. Instantly, his mind begins to speed run ideas on how to get you to stay here, stay with him.

“Well, it is a lovely area. Hopefully you fall in love.” König smiles at you, allowing his eyes to drift down to your body in that apron wrapped tightly around your curvy form. “Are you staying with Frank?”

“Yeah, I am. I couldn’t find anything to rent, only buy.”

“Ja, there isn’t much real estate around here.” He chuckles as he watches you bag his items.

König reaches into his pocket and grabs his wallet, getting cash out and handing it to you. Your much smaller cold hands caress his rough warm hands. The way you feel so impossibly soft only tempts him even more. There is no way he can let you go, you’re his.

“It was nice to meet you, y/n. I hope to see you around.”

“Thanks.” You say back in a cheery tone, fidgeting with your hair slightly as you lock eyes with him.

As König turns to walk out of the store he takes one more deep breath, wishing to savor this scent forever. With a sting in his heart, he walks away from you and leaves back to his car. For a moment he lingers, deciding what to do before pulling away and driving home.

The rest of your shift goes on as normal, nothing really eventful happening. It’s your second day on the job and everyone that you’ve met has been extremely kind. Your uncle Frank leaves you to close up by yourself, he knows that you’re responsible enough to handle that. By the time the store closes the sun has set.

You grab your bag from the locker in the back before leaving with the store key in hand. As you leave, you lock the door and turn to walk towards your car. Your eyes are drawn to the clear night sky. The moon is bright and illuminating the sky as the stars shimmer brightly; it’s such a beautiful calm night. Then you hear a twig snap.

You freeze, looking out into the darkness towards the trees. Being a city dweller, the darkness can be incredibly intimidating to you. Uncle Frank promised you that any deadly animal has been hunted out by previous generations, so if anything, it’s probably a raccoon. Right?

Not wanting to stick around to find out, you walk forward quickly with your car key in your hands and ready to get in. The second you turn the corner of the small building your eyes lock onto glowing yellow eyes. You freeze as your mind attempts to make sense of what it’s seeing. A low growl emanates from the creature triggering your fight or flight.

Quick on your feet, you run forward towards your car. That’s when the creature took off too, directing itself right at you. A scream leaves you as adrenaline crashes over your body, unable to remain calm.

König can’t help himself as he charges at you. His claws grab onto the fabric of your purse as you open your door. He throws you off balance, causing you to fall into your passenger seat on your knees. Another low growl leaves him as he wraps his hands around your waist holding you there.

You flail and scream at first until you realize that you aren’t being attacked. Not only that, but the hands are hands not paws. Is this a wolf? Or a sick joke?

“Please don’t hurt me.” You whisper, hoping whatever it is will understand.

König understands, and he isn’t going to. Not intentionally at least. He presses his cold snout into the crook of your neck and takes a deep inhale, letting his tongue slip out and lick your soft flesh. The smell of arousal hits his nose; you’re actually enjoying this.

He pulls back and begins to pull at your pants, not caring that his sharp claws tear and rip the fabric as he does so. There is only one thing on his mind and he needs it. Only surprised and panicked sounds leave you, yet you aren’t doing much to stop him. He wonders if you know that you belong to him, if you can feel it too.

You feel the night's cold air breeze across your bare bottom as he tears your bottoms off completely. Looking over your shoulder you finally get a good look at the creature. The realization makes you feel as if you’re going to faint, this can’t truly be happening. This man…wolf? The word werewolf of course comes to mind but that just seems too ridiculous.

König sniffs down your body, leaving chills in his wake as his cold nose presses against different parts of your body. He pushes you forward and he drops his face lower towards your supple ass and wet pussy. Eagerly, he presses his nose between your legs. You let out a loud gasp as he continues to breathe you in deeply. His tongue comes out and laps across your core, tasting you.

Your fingers dig into the cushion of your passenger seat as your legs shake from the feeling of his tongue. His hands grab on to your ass, spreading your cheeks apart to give himself more room. You can feel his tongue slip into your entrance and wiggle around as your eyes close tightly. It feels wrong, but you can’t help but to give into how amazing it is.

When he pulls back there is a small line of spit connecting the tip of his tongue to you still. He goes back in for a few more tastes before mounting you. His hands press on your middle back, forcing you to arch your back more as his massive and erect cock desperately seeks your cunt.

Once König feels himself lineup, he thrust forward into you. A low huff leaves him as he feels his cock bully itself past your tight walls. You wrap around him so perfectly that he can’t control himself. He pulls back and slams into you even harder this time, causing you to wince in pain from his 13 inch cock rams into your cervix wall. While he is aware you can’t take him, he sure as hell is going to try and fit himself in fully.

You cry out of a mixture of pain and ecstasy as his heavy furry balls slap against your puffy pussy. The sensation is almost too much causing your body to tense and tingles shoot in different directions. Pathetic little mewls leave you with every thrust. Not wanting to give into this pleasure, you try to pull yourself up only for him to slam you back against the seat.

“Stay.” König growls in a raspy voice.

Your walls flutter in an attempt to adjust to his size, but it’s impossible when he doesn’t allow you a moment of rest. His sharp claws begin to dig into your skin as he grows more eager to claim you. His build up is approaching as his knot swells.

The heavy weight of his body rests on yours and you can feel his cold nose brush up against your neck. One of his clawed hands pulls your head to the side to allow himself room to bite down on the sensitive flesh. You gasp, not expecting the feeling of his sharp canines sinking into you. König goes deep enough to leave a scar and so that you can’t try to move away from what is going to come next.

König thrust into you a few more times before holding on to your hips harder than before, not letting up the tension from his hips. His cock is shoved fully in you, making you lose your arch from the pain of being filled. You wiggle uncomfortably for a moment before you feel yourself almost tear. One of your legs kicks out as you clench down tightly on the new feeling. König moans, feeling you actually take all of him. His cock begins to throb, spilling all of his seed deep inside of you.

“It- it's too much!” You cry out but your pleas are useless, he can’t pull out. The pain from his teeth in your neck is basically nonexistent at this point. It feels like losing your virginity all over again.

König only hums in response and grinds into your once more. You respond by whimpering, getting your hint to just try to relax and take it. Tears form at the edge of your eyes and fall down. The sex was orgasmic, but this pain is absolutely terrible.

The next morning you wake up in your own bed, confused. The last thing you remember from last time was…well the sex. Was it truly all a dream? How did you even make it home? You pull the blankets off of yourself and move your legs to stand. That's when a shooting pain travels from your crotch traveling down your legs.

Fuck…

Part 2

[piratefishmama]

Finders Givers | Part 2

“STEVEN MARION HARRINGTON.”

“Not my middle name.” Although Robin had made several valiant attempts in guessing it every time she needed to burst into his office all guns blazing. Which was unfortunately… often. She still hadn’t managed to crack it.

He didn’t actually have a middle name. He wasn’t going to tell her that though, this was funnier.

She slapped a sheaf of papers down onto his desk, a brief flick of the first page told him they were call logs and transcripts “What did you DO?! Claudia’s been getting calls all morning asking about renovations?”

“Okay, so, in my defence. It was Nancy’s idea.” That was his whole defence. It was Nancy’s idea. His idea had been worse.

“Explain.”

“You know, most people in my position don’t have to explain themselves to people who work for them, their people just respect them, and do as they say without argument.” He mused, mostly to himself, but he could see the woman’s eye twitch in annoyance and so he sighed in defeat, it’d only wind up with him having those papers whapped around his head. “Remember the wallet I found?”

“The one that was bumming you out?”

“Yeah! Well, when I went out for a walk, I found the guys work address and—”

“You know we have guys who do that sort of shit for us, right? You can’t be stalking people, Dingus, what the fuck?” That sheaf of papers was dangerously close to hitting him. She’d picked them back up an everything.

“Just listen! He was at work, I didn’t talk to him or anything I’m not stupid, but... his manager made this girl cry so he just decked him, laid him out, one punch an he was down, then he just quit his job, right there, shit was spectacular.” Steve could appreciate a good bit of muscle, could appreciate a scrapper. Plus the guy was hot so, that helped. “Doesn’t look like his photo either, he’s got so much hair, Robs, it’s... wow, he’s just—”

“Ew, I don’t wanna hear about your crush on some random guy, what’s this got to do with these renovations Claudia’s being spammed over?”

“Okay so, guy lost his job.”

“Quit, quit his job.”

“Defending a ladies honour, something I thought you’d appreciate.” She raised a single unimpressed brow “but, I... I was gonna just send him rent money for a few months, y’know, cover a few bills, charity!” His heart was in the right place, his head however, his head was in space.

“That’s not charity that’s stupidity, but go on.”

“That’s what Nance said! Apparently it’d be suspicious if I were to be found sending large amounts of cash in nondescript envelopes to an apartment block notorious for drug activity, so she suggested that since I’m already buying that bar nearby, it’d look less conspicuous if I just... bought the building the guy lives in and claim I was developing it, make it seem like I have an interest in building up local problem areas.” She frowned, silent in her thoughts as she processed.

“... And what about the rent forgiveness?”

“I was gonna pay for his rent, might as well just not have him pay rent, y’know? An it’s gotta be building wide or there’ll be questions, like why is he so special, it’d put him under scrutiny. So Nance suggested putting a stop on rent as we ‘renovate’ as a sort of, we’re disrupting your life so here’s a break for you kinda deal.” Honestly Nancy really was a life saver, he really ought to give her a raise, he’d have been fucked over years ago had he not pulled her into the fold.

“So that means we’re actually going to have to renovate this block then?”

“I mean—”

“Were going to have to renovate this block, Steve. We can’t just forgive the rent forever, that’s bonkers, that would raise eyebrows, and we can’t afford eyebrows being raised at us right now. So you’re going to have to have professionals go in and survey the apartments inside for renovations.” This was now an actual thing he’d have to do.

“Ah well, gives me something to occupy my time with. Also I was thinking—”

“Never a good sign”

“Shut up, I was thinking of putting Argyle in there as a plant, like... the drugs being peddled out of that block are just trash, at least we could get a solid dealer in there and get Argyle out of the Wheelers basement.” He’d only been staying there because Joyce didn’t have a basement and Jonathan didn’t have room for him.

He was Jonathan's friend, and Jonathan came with Nancy, Steve didn’t have any reason to help him out. Now he did! And that reason was getting those poor people better weed.

“Are you not worried that the existing dealers will start shit with him for moving into their turf?”

“They touch him they deal with Hargrove, he's been particularly irritable lately, anything could set him off, pretty sure he’d be jazzed to break a few legs.” Release some of that pent up rage he seemed so good at bottling up in tiny easily burstable bottles. “One visit from that nut job and they’ll settle right down.”

He didn’t like Hargrove, but he had to admit the guy was a useful enforcer. Indebted to Steve too after Jane had taken a nail imbedded baseball bat to his old employers head in a bid to help her friend Max escape the debt her stepdad had racked up with him. Billy had also been freed, being Max’s step brother, left unmoored and in danger of a jail cell.

Steve had taken them both in after getting rid of Creels corpse. It was Hopper’s idea. Billy wouldn’t have survived in jail, too many enemies in there.

“It only takes one hit to hurt Argyle beyond repair though, maybe get rid of the dealers in there already, then give Argyle one of the apartments.”

“See you’re already on board!” And there was the whack round the head with the papers, his sharp objection going ignored.

“Fine, I’m on board, but only because it’s Nancy’s idea.” She was retreating as she spoke “Yours was a trash fire, like, not just one of those little oil barrel fires I mean like a whole dumpster fire. Argyle stays out until it’s safe though, I mean it Steve, I will get Hopper involved.” She opened the door, ready to go.

“You can’t threaten me with my own Chief of Police! That’s so mean!”

“Watch me, dingus. Also you have two people downstairs from your little block purchase wanting more information, do you wanna deal with them or should I?”

“Do you think I could actually spin a good idea to explain this that won’t get immediately reworked by either you or Nance?” She paused, a thoughtful expression on her face that answered his question more than any actual answer would have. “Exactly, you deal with it, you’re better at timelines an stuff anyway.” He was more the big idea guy.

“Yeah but you’re better at people.” It was true, Steve was more the people person out of the two of them. “Fine, I’ll deal with it, and I’ll ask Nance to find some decent contractors to do the work for us. Maybe… drop into my office in like, ten minutes? Considering you let your dick lead you to places I wouldn’t even go with a gun, you should at least make an appearance for these people whose lives you’ve interrupted.”

“Ngghhh fine. Fine. I’ll be there in ten.” And she was out with a tiny salute as her goodbye.  

Part 4

[archiveikemen]

Liam Evans 2nd Birthday Campaign: Story

Epilogue [His POV]

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It was the first time I found myself unable to look at someone because their existence was so dazzling.

Kate: Nn, Liamm

(Cute…) 

I reached between my lover’s legs as she laid below me with tears in her eyes, enduring the pleasure. 

Liam: Like it here?

Kate let out a high-pitched cry of pleasure when I sank my fingers into her wet spot. 

Kate: Ahh, that spot— 

(Cute, cute, so cute.)

As I pumped my fingers in and out of her, she came so hard that she was in a daze.

Seeing her melting from the pleasure made me want to give her even more. 

(Seriously, how can you possibly be this cute and loveable?) 

Kate looked like a cat begging for food when she rubbed her cheek against my hand that was positioned next to her face. 

Liam: ! 

Kate: Liam… already…

It was awfully lascivious.

Liam: Yeah, I’m already at my limit too. 

I was only pretending to be composed because I wanted her to be impressed, even just a little bit.

(But that pretence falls off right away.) 

When in front of Kate, any attempts to act cool were meaningless.

As I reached for my belt, Kate spread her arms wide. 

Liam: Sorry, I don’t think you’ll be getting any sleep until past noon.

Laying on the white sheets scattered with rose petals, she gave me a gentle smile.

Kate: I don’t mind as long as we’ll be sleeping together.

(You’re truly so kind and doting towards me.) 

In place of a reply, I hugged her tight and gave her a breathtakingly deep kiss.

Then I entered her, surrendering myself to the euphoria. 

…

Tom: Thanks, Liam. You’re a great help.

I was standing on stage after practice to help Tom install the new lights. 

Liam: Nah, I was also curious to see how the new lights look. 

Liam: But they’re rather hot, so I think we could consider thinner costumes. 

Stage lights shine brightly on the actors, but they also give off heat, making us feel hot being under them. 

Tom: I see… I’ll discuss that with the costume team tomorrow.

Tom: This is the kind of lighting that best makes our lead actor shine like a star. It was worth every penny of that high price.

Seeing Tom pretend to cry and worry about his wallet made me recall my birthday a few days ago.

Liam: Like a star…

At that moment, I couldn't contain my smile when I thought of Kate’s dazzling smiling face. 

Tom: … You took a day off on your birthday this year. How did you spend it? 

I looked up to see Tom wearing a soft smile as though he knew I had a great birthday. 

Liam: … I had a wonderful time. My lover celebrated with me, and my friends threw a party too.

On the night of my birthday, Kate took my hand and led me to the dining room where everyone from Crown had gathered.

(Victor whipped up a luxurious dinner spread, and Harry and Will prepared presents for me.) 

Colourful streamers popped out from party crackers, filling the room with vibrancy and joy. 

(Last year, I would've been too afraid to accept that happy scene.) 

But with her smiling next to me, I had the courage to embrace that happiness. 

Tom: From that look on your face, I can already tell you had a good time. I’m relieved to know that.

Tom: I’d appreciate it if you could also fly back here to celebrate with us too next year. 

While holding the keys, Tom smiled and I gave a vague smile in return…

(When that day comes, I’ll definitely fly back here like he said.)

Once you’ve gotten a taste of happiness, you can never forget it.

(I long to see your smile again and hear your congratulatory words.)

…

I parted ways with Tom and walked through the streets at night.

(It’s quite late, so Kate’s probably already asleep.)

I had let her know before leaving the castle that I’d be return late, so she definitely went to bed first.

The hands on the clock tower struck twelve, I lost count of how many nights I’ve spent walking alone like this. 

(In the past, I’d go out drinking, partying, or doing dangerous things with Al.) 

But ever since Kate and I started dating, my nightlife decreased dramatically and before I knew it, scouting potential date spots became my norm. 

(Maybe I should look around and plan our next date for the weekend.)

I turned around and went past shops I planned to visit with Kate.

(Here and…)

(This shop too.) 

Liam: That should do it. 

After checking out various places, I was on my way home again.

It had been two hours.

(We’ll have a meal together first, then we’ll check out that shop for some trinkets, after that we’ll go grab a snack…) 

As I was planning our date while walking in the night, the lightness of my heart was shown in my footsteps. 

(Kate will definitely like that shop.) 

A smile formed on my lips when I imagined her reaction, and the smell of modern roses reached my nose. I reached into my pocket and inside it was a pink pouch filled with the rose petals Kate showered me with on my birthday. 

(I was right to turn it into a sachet to carry around with me.)

I narrowed my eyes contentedly when I gently shook the sachet and caught another waft of the roses. 

(I’m sure that this scent will fade away too.) 

But you taught me that there’ll always be next time. 

(Like petals falling off a flower, happiness will eventually come to an end.)

(But I’ll live in the present as though that day will never come.)

— As long as you continue shining brightly at the centre of my world. 

Liam: … This won’t do, I need to see Kate right now. 

I put the sachet back into my pocket and quickened my pace. 

The stars twinkled in the sky. 

…

Without knocking on the door, I sneaked into Kate’s bedroom and saw her sound asleep on the bed. A smile formed on my face.

(She has such an adorable sleeping face… I wonder what kind of dream she’s having.)

From the slight upward curve of her lips, I thought that she must've been having a pleasant dream and laid down next to her.

Before I met Kate, my heart that never once felt full was always dull. 

But after meeting her, I continued being afraid of experiencing happiness and regretting having ever been born.

(... Even now, I still can’t bring myself to say that I’m glad I was born.) 

The scars in my heart remained, and they would never disappear. 

(But despite that, you saved me.) 

Kate smiled happily as I tucked the strand of hair that had fallen onto her cheek, behind her ear.

Kate: Liam… welcome home…

Liam: Sorry, did I wake you? 

I quickly moved away, but Kate stayed fast asleep… 

Liam: … Was she sleep-talking? 

She snuggled up against my chest with a tender smile. 

Liam: … Do you see me even in your dreams? 

Despite not receiving a reply, I wrapped my arms around her and held her close. 

Liam: That’s not fair. I want to see you in my dreams too.

Even now, I’m still afraid of sleeping.

(Because I can never have happy dreams.)

But being by your side makes me feel like I won’t get nightmares.

Liam: I wanted to feel happy and needed by someone, and yet I wasn't prepared to receive happiness. 

Liam: That’s why there were so many moments where I couldn't bring myself to take your hand. 

There were multiple instances where I wished I had taken your hand.

Liam: But because you didn't give up on me, I started believing that I shouldn't give up on myself either. 

Time and time again, you reached out your small hand towards me; and that’s why I can be here right now, expressing my love for you. 

Liam: That’s why, this time, I’ll be the one to hold your hand no matter how many times. 

Liam: If it slips away, I’ll tighten my grip. If we miss each other, I’ll run after you. 

Liam: Even if you give up on yourself, I’ll never give up on you.

Liam: With the rest of my life, I’ll repay you for everything you’ve done for me.

Drawn to her warmth, sleepiness started to wash over me. It was a rare occurrence. 

(It still scares me to give into my sleepiness, but…)

For some reason, I had a feeling I would have a pleasant dream that night.

Liam: Good night, Kate. See you in my dreams. 

As I hugged her tightly and shut my eyes, I saw with my mind’s eye an image of her showering me with petals.

— Tonight, too, the brightest star in my universe was shining brilliantly in my arms. 

[cokou]

✧ ── 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 # Trafalgar Law

✉ ! Knowing that your kind will vanish of the world soon enough as the population was running low, Law just wanted to help you.┆Do not translate, transfer, or reform, this is my only account (exp. Ao3), will not be cross posted anywhere.

✂┄ Fluff┆Child bearing, Pregnancy┆part 1┆m.list ┄✘

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You unexpectedly joined the ship together with the heart pirates. Yes, while it was confusing for the crew to get used to a random recruit all of the sudden, you did become the secretary of the ship. Mostly to help Law, in other ways as well.

The conclusion of the crew on how you became such an officer right after joining was that their captain, Law, had fallen for you. Which wasn't true but maybe just a little, he just couldn't afford sending you off board right after blowing up inside you, so he might as well take you in for extra help. (In extraordinary ones)

But who were you to refuse his help? Even if his intentions seem diabolical, he'd atleast help you raise your child. It wasn't your plan to carry an offspring these days, especially with a pirate who seems like a magnet for danger.

While you realized that you were carrying his child, you had been thinking of aborting them (ˢᵉʳᶦᵒᵘˢˡʸ), though atleast thinking about it, it would help you with the population lost of your own race. Law already knew that, of course, he himself was a doctor, so it wasn't such a biggie whenever you have your pregnancy problems.

Fortunately, the hardest parts were keeping it out of his crew's league's, Law insisted that his reputation would get tarnished if his crew ever found out, so he tries ro delay their knowledge about you as far as he could, maybe until the baby was born.

He insisted to name your kid Lami if it ever was a girl, telling you that it was his early sister who unfortunately, met her death at such a young age. If it ever was a boy, he'd say he wanted it to be Cora(zon), or Rosi(nante), he didn't explain why, but doubting the name he picked firstly, he was definitely somewhat special to him.

✂┄┄┄┄┄┄ 4 months in ┄✘

The baby was revealed to be a boy, based on the ultrasound that Law performed. You picked their name, cora!

Law had someone going on aswell, his love for you. Yes, of course he'd need that in order to bear a whole child with you, yes. But the feeling was growing deep inside his heart now, and not by his dick.

The ship was also resurfaced to a new country dock, Law let his crew wander around a bit and went to go stock baby items with you. Yes, he turned the old engine room that no longer has pipes into the baby's nursery, but of course disinfecting it and cleaning it first. When i tell you, he almost emptied his wallet with everything he bought.

He also took you to stroll around the country, buying you several new clothes or maybe some accessories. Of course he never forgets to explore the lovely grassfields and flowerfields with you. It almost felt like he took you out on a date (he did).

Nothing ever is complete without his crew butting onto the scene trying to figure out if you and Law are on kahoots! You and Law were awfully close these months, yes, of course in order to check you for symptoms or simply staying by your side while multitasking his paperwork. And considering that Bepo ends up walking in on Law's office while you were there too made him included in the hottest gossip on the Polar Tang!

✂┄┄┄┄┄┄ 9 months in ┄✘

Little Cora was born! Law had held Cora in his arms, almost spilling happy tears across his crying form. Law approached you and slowly, carefully placed little Cora into your arms as you two smiled happily together.

It was also the day that the affair between you and Law was introduced into the crew, along with Cora. You were happy, the happiest of all, specially because you delivered a child, together with someone you loved, and the fact that no one judged you in this ship for your appearance.

Of course, your son ended up inheriting your horns, it made itself obvious when you had delivered him, showing signs of a little thorn by his forehead. You weren't happy as he might be treated out of his league, but considering that Law sworn to protect him no matter what, made you cheer up. The crew threw a welcome party for little Cora as a welcome to the heart pirates!

Law had made it official with you, swearing that he would forever adore you and his child.

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6 years had passed, even when Law still sailed out in the vast sea, he had built out a house for you and his dear Cora. He regularly calls you on a den-den mushi, hoping to hear your voice and cora's, asking how you have been. Law visits you atleast 2 times a month, while the Heart pirates still may not be disbanded, he still kept you company.

How did I forget to mention that, you and Law had been married? Yes, a year ago, before sending you off the Polar Tang to ensure safety, Law proposed to you. He truly vowed to never leave you and his child ever, never in a million years will he abandon the two of you.

✉ ! Law, he loves you a lot and your child, just as much as you love him.

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© Cokou 2024, all works belong to me.

[kagamesayu]

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shidou who hates leaving bimbo!reader's side.

c/w . implied female reader, implied smut, fluff, angst ??, possessive shidou wc: 1 k a/n . ngl this took forever and it's cause it ESCAPED me oh my... it might get messy at some point and i am SO SORRY . also im slowly becoming a shidou x bimbo!reader blog this is crazy, they're just so fun to write ugh reblogs and comments appreciated ✧*.

from my shidou x bimbo!reader pt 2

it's already a problem when you have to leave to go grocery shopping or anything of the like. he tries to find every excuse under the sun to go with you, even if he doesn't have to and you live right beside a convenience store.

"ryu baby i just need to go out and get that tiktok hair mask! you don't have to come-"

"yeah yeah shut yer trap doll i'm comin'. what if my baby needs a big strong guy to help her take her things?" he flexes his muscles, smirking as you gulp.

and you're too sweet and dumb to remember that you only need to get one thing, lowkey wanting shidou to be with you cause you always forget what you wanted to buy.

"mm...but i don't wanna waste your time ryu..."

"what if ya chip a nail-"

"omg you're so right! thank you baby, you're the best!"

he'll insist on going with you and it's all fun and games until he thinks someone's looking at your cute sequence miniskirt or your tight Barbie tanktop too long.

seems like some people can't take the hint - even with his arm snaked around your waist. one thing leads to another and he's in a fight for your honour, grinning madly and thoroughly fucking up the person staring you down.

because of his reactions you tend to sneak out and get the things really quickly - this doesn't usually work out though cause shidou always has tabs on you. he's obsessed after all!

this always ens with you getting a 'punishment' which can range from having to sit on his lap and feed him grapes to letting him have all the fun he wants with you.

if you get what i'm saying ;)

it's even worse when he has to leave you for a whole different country. he regularly goes overseas for matches and you almost always go with him.

but your scatter brained self will forget the dates and there are times you can't go with him because you forgot to take the days off.

and when he finds out he's so, so sad - never mad because he never gets mad at you. loves you too much.

"doll~ oh my cute, dumb baby doll~!" he squishes your face till your lips pucker, making you look at him as he pouts at you. "why'd ya gotta hurt me like this baby~?"

"didn't mean to ryu!" your speech is muffled, fingers wrapping around the wrist of the hand holding you hostage. "forgot..."

he sighs exaggeratedly before pecking your pouted lips, pulling away with a grin. "it's okay baby. it's ok," he sounds like he's saying that for himself. "just spend all yer time with me now, kay?"

as the days creep by, he becomes much more clingy. he becomes more quick to anger on the field, scoring much more and becoming so much more aggressive in his plays.

he never brings that energy home though, he treats his baby doll with so much care, he wouldn't dare make them cry.

he only brings that drive with him into the bedroom 🥵

you've been trying to make up for your mistake by pampering him more. leaving more lipstick kisses on his face and neck and making more beaded bracelets. you'd even made him an altoid wallet with polaroid pics of you two!

not gonna say he cried when he saw this but....

you pack some pink bandaids and hair clips in his luggage, and even let him take your favourite stuffed rabbit.

"please look after mr hannah montana! he can't have gluten and seafood and he hates the colour green so please don't put him in green clothes."

"okay baby-"

"and he also needs his fluff brushed in the morning!"

"yes-"

"and he hates being in a luggage so you have to hold him in your arms!"

"anythin' for you doll~"

and when that fated day arrives he gets so, so obnoxiously clingy. singing 'i love you's and 'i'll miss you's as he hangs off your shoulders, arms snaked around you. it was like he was trying to be a part of you.

he was :) he always wants to be inside you, sexually or not

he holds you like you're his lifeline. kisses you like it's your last.

you're both in the airport, a hand holding his duffle bag, the other holding yours, mr hannah montana in your arm as you try your darn hardest not to cry. your nails are digging into shidou's hands but he doesn't say anything.

he needs to feel you clinging to him. needs to feel you need him. cause he won't be able to have you for a week and he thinks he might die thinking about it.

who's gonna kiss his 'boo boo's when he gets into fights? who's gonna paint his nails and blow dry his hair while talking about what happened at work?

who's he gonna kiss and hug and fuck?

fuck, he's going to die.

"ryu..." your whiny tearful voice breaks him from his thoughts, his grip tightening around your hand. "gonna miss you so much-!"

your mascara falls with your tears, jaw quivering as the time for his flight comes closer and closer.

"oh doll." his coo makes you pause, his hand let's go of yours only to come up to your cheek. "'m gonna call ya everyday and yer gonna send me pictures everyday, right?"

"yeah..."

"and ya got that pile of clothes in case ya get lonely?"

"course!"

"good. i'll be back so fuckin' fast baby you won't even have time to miss me~" his handsome smirk is splayed on his face, "and don't forget," he leans in close and kisses you passionately, tongue sneaking in your mouth as his hand moves to hold your throat.

when you pull away, you're breathless, panting and gasping air greedily, a string of spit connecting your lips. you don't even think about the fact that you're in an airport with his teamates staring at the two of you. you can't think about anything other than shidou ryusei.

"'m yours and yer mine, no matter where i go."

[incorrectbatfam]

Who would get snapped by Thanos?

(also on Ao3)

Of all places, he was buying fucking cigarettes when it happened.

Jason was digging through his wallet when the woman behind him suddenly screamed. He whirled around and—

Hang on, didn't she have a kid with her? He could've sworn there was a toddler whining about candy just now. But when he looked, his eyes were met with a pile of dust and the lady staring at her hand, face pale.

Behind her were a group of teenagers. The shortest one—couldn't have been more than 14—turned to the others and said, "Guys, something's wrong." But before anyone could react, his skin cracked and he crumbled to pieces, leaving his friends scrambling.

The cashier dialed the police. Someone demanded to know what was going on. Without his helmet or guns, it wasn't as though Jason could say he got this all taken care of. Cigarettes forgotten, he slipped away from the crowd and called Bruce.

No answer. So he tried again, and on the third time he left an expletive-filled voicemail before hopping on his bike.

He zipped past the changing signals and swerved around the three-car pileup forming as he tried Dick's number. But all he got was that godawful singsong voicemail that Dick recorded years back.

That was two down already.

No.

No, he wasn't gonna think like that. Those two knuckleheads were fine. Hell, with a family of detectives, they were probably cracking the case as Jason broke a red light.

He picked another number.

It clicked.

"Roy, are you—"

"Jason." Roy's ragged breathing almost made his words unintelligible. "It's Lian. She—she..."

"It's happening everywhere," Jason said. "I don't know who's behind this but I'm gonna keep you updated."

There was nothing on the other line. Not a breath or panicking keen. His heart dropped.

"Roy?"

After several attempts, he had no choice but to hang up.

He didn't even wait for his motorcycle to stop completely, dumping it next to the others.

"Guys?"

The Cave was far, far too quiet. Jason grabbed his domino and a batarang lying on a bench.

"Hello? Anyone?"

He stuck a comm in his ear. It crackled to life.

"Guys, we have a situation. Is anyone reading me right now?"

Silence.

He spotted a familiar wheelchair in front of the glowing Batcomputer and let out a sigh of relief.

"Oracle! I'm glad you're—"

But there was no red hair or keyboard clacks to go with it. A steaming coffee cup was tipped over, soaking a case file and dripping onto the floor.

Alfred had to be okay. He's Alfred.

Jason raced upstairs, almost missing the three piles on the couch with purple, yellow, and orange video game controllers buried among them. In the cat bed is another one. His lunch crawled up his throat, but he swallowed it down and moved to the next room.

"Alfred?" His boots echoed through the halls with each step. "Anyone here?"

He checked the kitchen, but it wasn't Alfred he found. Rather it was Damian, staring at his ash-covered fingertips just like the lady at the store.

"They were right here." Damian's voice trembled. "Me and Cain and Pennyworth, we were talking and... and..."

He stumbled forward. Jason caught him.

"I got you. I got you." He wrapped his arms around the kid.

"Akhi?"

Something about it made Jason's blood run cold.

"I don't feel so good."

"Don't say that. You're fine." He squeezed tighter.

"I—I don't want to go. Not again." Damian's fists—oh God, they're so tiny—clung to Jason's shirt.

But all the pleading in the world amounted to nothing as the atoms of his baby brother slipped through his fingers. And even though it felt like everything was bubbling to the surface, he couldn't scream or cry out. All he could do was kneel there, numb, wondering who would have the audacity.

After who-knows-how-long, he felt Ace nuzzle against his ribs.

"You're still here."

"Arf!"

"You're right." Jason swiped the tears from his face and stood up. "Fetch me my guns. There will be hell to pay."

[btsficsandsuch]

Just An Old Leather Wallet

You can’t understand why your boyfriend is so upset about loosing his wallet. The reason behind why will melt your heart.

At 2am you were woken up by someone frantically banging on your door. You grabbed your robe and when you finally opened it up you were met with your boyfriend Taehyung. He looked disheveled. His hair was a mess, his shirt that had been neatly tucked in during dinner was now untucked at the hip, and he was sweating and out of breath like he had just ran a marathon. He looked nothing like the calm relaxed Taehyung you had kissed goodnight in this very spot four hours ago.

“Tae what is going on?”, you finally spoke. He stepped inside your apartment, “Did I leave my wallet here? I had it earlier but now I can’t find it.” You shook your head and that’s when the tears started falling down his cheeks, “I’ve looked everywhere Y/N.” You knew how annoying loosing your wallet could be but you didn’t think it was any reason to cry and be this upset about.

You reached over to hug the distraught man, “It’s okay Tae. We can call and cancel your credit cards and you never carry that much cash with you. I’m sure everything else could be replaced. It was just an old leather wallet.”He shook his head, “No you don’t understand. I need to find that wallet.” The poor boy was now sitting on your couch with his head in his hands and sobbing. You were very confused as to why this was such a big deal but obviously to him it was so you were going to help. You gently rubbed his shoulders, “It’s gonna be okay Tae. Let me get dressed and we can retrace our steps. We’ll find it.” He nodded and you walked off to get ready.

Once outside the cold air hit you. The temperature had dropped since the last time you were out. The two of you started at the dorm checking both inside and out but no luck. You made your way over to the restaurant where you ate dinner that night. They told you that no one had turned in any wallets but let you check the booth you sat in earlier anyways to make sure. You both moved onto the cafe where you had stopped for dessert but nothing. Taehyung was starting to get upset again, “It’s hopeless Y/N. Someone probably picked it up already.” You rubbed his back trying to comfort him, “It’s okay. Let’s just go home where it’s warm. I’ll buy you a new wallet tomorrow.” He moved your hand off of him, “No you don’t understand, I don’t need a new wallet. I have a drawer full of them at home. I need the wallet I had earlier.”

You still didn’t understand what the big deal was but either way you didn’t like seeing him so upset. You grabbed his hand and started pulling him with you, “Come on. We did go sit at the park for a while after the cafe. Maybe it’s there.” He nodded and walked along with you.

Once at the park the two of you walked hand in hand along the same route you did during your date. You came up to a bench looking out over the lake. The two of you had sat on this bench earlier while watching a few kids throw food for some ducks. The atmosphere wasn’t as happy as it was earlier though. It felt sad. You looked over at Taehyung and he looked absolutely devastated. You didn’t really know how to cheer him up at this point.

You were about to question him as to why this wallet was so important when you heard him sniffle again so you just grabbed his hand and decided to just sit and be there for him instead. You were looking around taking in the scenery of the park when something on the ground next to the bench you were currently sitting on caught your eye.

You released Taehyung’s hand so you could pick it up. You started to smile as you instantly recognized it. There in your hands was the reason you had been walking all over Seoul at 2am in the freezing cold. A brown leather wallet, tattered and worn. You had given the wallet to Taehyung as a gift for your first Christmas together five years ago. You placed the item in your boyfriends hands and watched the smile light up his face.

He started kissing you repeatedly, “Omg Y/N you found it! I can’t believe it. I thought it was lost forever.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his excitement, “We’re you really so upset just because I gave you this wallet?” He shyly smiled while rummaging through the wallet, “That’s part of it, but I was mostly upset that I had lost this.” He held up a small piece of paper and gently unfolded it. He handed it over to you and as you read it over your eyes started to form tears. Taehyung rubbed your back and laughed, “Boy we’re just both a couples of messes today aren’t we?” You met his laughter with your own.

“I can’t believe you were so upset over loosing this. I’m shocked you even still have it.”, you said handing the paper back over. Taehyung smiled, “It’s the first letter you ever wrote to me. The one where you confessed that you had feelings for me which then gave me the courage to confess to you and ask you out. I keep it with me at all times and I read it whenever I’m away from you or when I get sad.”

You leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek, “Well I’m glad we found it then. Let’s go home and get warmed up.” The two of you began making your back to your apartment hand in hand, but not before making sure the wallet and all it’s precious belongings were safely contained in the top left pocket of your boyfriends winter coat.

[iamyoursonly]

My soulmate (01/02/2024)

it’s for @metalpipereal generally but i think nanami deserves another story too (too many for gojo grrr) so here it is yayayayayay

I could never resist to ask “Are you my soulmate?” to every single person I meet.

Everyone has a soulmate right? I’m not quite sure about that, despite all the stories I have read about that topic, I have never ever met mine. What if I don’t have a soulmate? One that’s supposed to love me and cherish me and I’d do the same for them. And what do they mean ‘you’ll know when you see them’, I have lived for 20 long years and I still don’t feel that ‘it’s them’ feeling.

My significant other, where are you?

The scent of fresh baked bread is my favourite, it makes me think about how romantic it must be when you share your morning coffee with your partner. Just the thought of it makes my day. I munch on the piece of toast as I go make my morning coffee with the machine. I close my eyes as I fill my lungs with the scent of coffee, then opening them feeling energised like the caffeine had already taken effect.

As I walked out of the kitchen, ready to start my day. I turned on the television to catch up on the latest news, only to see that there had been a huge car accident right in front of my college.

“Really?” I cursed under my breath, “On the day that I’m finally not tired?”

I had to resist the urge to throw a tantrum like a 5 year old would, throwing hands at the cushions on the couch and screaming out loud. Wanting to go to my mother to complain about how much this was annoying me, and just cry in her arms as she whispers soothing words into my ear. Oh, how I wish my soulmate would do that to me, and just hold me in their arms as I cry my heart out.

Now what do I do with my brain fired up and my whole day stuck in the house. Work on my essay that’s due two months later? No way. Go downstairs to buy some more groceries? I don’t want to anymore. I lie down on the couch, staring blankly at the ceiling as I can’t fall asleep anymore. I sit up suddenly, as if remembering an important thing that I haven’t done, then looked at the time. 9AM, I forgot to buy bread! How could I possibly forget that. I quickly fo get changed to quickly go down to the bakery to buy my daily doze of freshly baked bread.

As I rush out of my apartment, grabbing my wallet and my phone only, forgetting everything else but the sole goal of buying the bread I want. I waited impatiently for the elevator, I stood nervously, afraid that another person would buy the bread that I wanted. When the elevator finally arrived my floor, I got in to see a man. One that is tall and blond and looked a little older. I had to admit that my heart fluttered a bit when I saw him, because oh my god, was he divine. But I had no time for men right now, I just need my bread.

The button to the ground floor had already been pressed, by him I assume. And he looked at me at the corner of his eye, his brown eyes alluring I have to say. As the elevator reaches down to the ground floor, I started running full speed to the bakery to get my bread. I’m so getting that piece of bread. Before I knew it, the man in the elevator with me started running too, and he was catching up to me. ‘Oh no’, I thought. So I ran faster and faster until I finally reached the bakery. I was so out of breath as I grabbed the last bag of bread. But there was just another hand grabbing the bag.

“Uh, excuse me, but I was going to buy this first?” I say, turning around to see the blond man towering over me.

“You are? My bad.” He let go of the bag and walked over to another corner of the shop. Well, he’s not out of breath and he’s a gentleman. Wow. Now that he had let me have the bag, I felt a bit bad about telling him off, as he was so kind to me and didn’t even argue at all. So I held the bag and walked over to him.

“Hey, do you want to share?” I asked him, and he turned from the pineapple buns to look at me, “I mean we live in the same building so we can just split it in half? I’ll pay.”

“And you’d think I’d let you pay, huh? Yeah we can split, but a pretty lady like you should let the gentleman pay for you.” He grabs the bag of bread and quickly pays for it, I was so shocked and confused, but I guess it was just a kind gesture so I didn’t think too much about it.

“Now let’s go.” He hands me half a pack, I guess he had the cashier split it into two bags.

“Thank you.” I say, trying to sound more polite and elegant. “So, see you around?”

A moment of silence passed, and the two of us stand in front of the bakery, both not talking. Then he breaks the silence.

“You mean you aren’t planning to eat it together?”

“I mean…” I look them and fiddle with my fingers, “If it’s alright with you.”

“Of course it is, what do you mean?” He say, a bit louder honestly. He immediately bowed down though, apologising for raising his voice. “I’m sorry for yelling at you.”

“What?” I stand there confused, “No you did not? Stop please. Let’s just go eat the bread, yeah?”

“Okay.” He stood up and held my hand, “Let’s go over there then.”

We walked over to the bench, his hand felt warm against mine. I couldn’t help but blush at the contact as I deliberately followed him. Now that I’m just walking behind him, I can feel his strong presence around me. The butterflies in my stomach churning, and I have never felt something like that. It felt as if we held hands any longer my heart might burst. Oh, is that how people crush on people? It’s not love, right? Right?

He sat down on the bench and asked me to do the same, “Please sit down.” He’s such a gentleman.

I sat down next to him, the space between us not more than the length of my palms. Don’t get me wrong, I love how close we are and how we looked just like a ‘couple in love’.

“Should we eat?” I ask him, breaking the awkward silence. He just nods in reply as he hands me his bottle of hand sanitiser. I thank him and sanitise my hands, “Thanks.” Then I open my bag of bread and start munching on a piece. I look over at him and he was doing the same thing.

“Hey,” He starts, “Do you know me?”

“You’re my upstairs neighbour yeah?”

“Actually we are in the same econ class in college.”

“Really? How come I never noticed?” I take another bite out of my bread.

“Probably because I sit at the back?”

“You do?” I gasp, “Wait so you know how useless the professor is too?”

“Yeah.” He chuckled. Oh, he finally smiled. His smile looks so precious, like the first ray of light shining out of the horizon in the morning. I felt as if an eclipse was occurring as we lock eyes with each other. The feeling so romantic and fresh just like the morning breeze, and that I didn’t want it to end. This moment, this instant was so cinematic I wanted to put it into a movie. So when he leaned in to brush away the bread crumbs near my lips, my heart almost jumped out of my chest. But it’s not that I mind giving my heart to him, he seems like a man to guard it with his life. A gentleman. One that I longed for. Is this the ‘it’s him’ feeling?

“You had some crumbs on your face. I’m sorry if I was too close…” He trailed off, losing his smile and he started frowning again. Him frowning makes him age a lot faster, he looked at least ten years older when he does that.

“Oh no, it’s alright. Thank you for helping me wipe it off though.” I chuckle, and he smiled again. Now that’s the young man look.

He looked at his watch and checked the time, it was ten already. “It’s time for me to get to my part time job. See you around, gorgeous.”

I stared at him blankly, still in shock how fast time had passed while we were together I didn’t even notice the pet name he gave me. As he walked away from where we were sitting, I yelled to him, “Wait, what’s your name?”

He stopped in his tracks, and turned around to look at me. The wind blowing his half gelled up hair into the perfect places, it seemed like a scene in a movie where the protagonists kiss under the cherry blossoms in spring. His gaze was soft too, like he was looking at me as if I was a fragile vase that would break at any harsh contact. Then he came closer to me again, leaning towards my ear, whispering, “It’s Kento, Nanami Kento. See you later, love.”

He simply sprinted away after this interaction. I just stood there like an awkward little child before the redness coloured my cheeks, leaving me in a blushing mess, and all that I could think about was him and his smile.

“Kento,” I whispered. “It’s such a nice name…”

He’s the guy, he’s my soulmate. I have found him.

master list

[vesuvianhermitcrabs]

MC Forgets Asra's Birthday

OH SHIT I FORGOT TO WRITE ANYTHING HERE YOU GO ANYWAY AHAHAHAHA?? So this gets to be about MC forgetting Asras birthday lol. Now, just know that this is kind of a long bit of writing and it is NOT edited.

(Under the cut because it is a lot)

"...MC?"

You hear the sheets rustling as Asra searches them for you, but he stops once he realizes you're getting ready to go out.

You turn to him, greeting his sleepily confused face with a good morning and a quick explanation as to why you're going out. So many things to do! You can't remember the last time you were this busy. That's what you get for procrastinating, though...

"Mmn, alright then," he looks at you with a curious expression on his face, before it's overtaken by his signature sly smirk. There's something else he wants to say but he's holding back. You're too quick out the door to find out what it is.

You'll need to stop by the market. Dried plants and teas need restocking so you'll have to hit a few different stalls, and you should get something for Asra too, he seemed out of it this morning.

After you've picked out a small sackful of rosemary sprigs you feel around in your bag for coins and realize you've forgotten your wallet.

You apologize to the vendor and dash home, searching for your coin pouch.

"Asra, have you seen–" you're taken aback by the sight of him having a mug of tea with the countess.

"–my coin pouch," you finish.

"Can't say I have," he looks away, letting out a huff as if he was expecting you to say something else.

Nadia smiles pleasantly at you. You would stay to chat but you're really in a hurry and run right back out.

You were so sure it was in your bag...

Just to be sure, you reach in to check again. Lo and behold, it's right there where you left it this morning.

Irritation washes over you.

Alright, then. You head back to the market to buy something, but you find your coin pouch has been completely emptied.

Back home. Back out.

You're running now, trying to get all the places you need to go on time. It's rush hour at the market now, so you'd better head somewhere else before it dies down. There's a lump of something wrapped in linen you need to deliver to Selasi.

You sprint as hard as you can before basically crashing into the baker, who is standing outside holding a sack of flour.

"MC! Have you brought me that basil resin?" He asks, glancing at your bag.

"Matter of fact, I have," you open your bag and pull out–

–nothing. It's gone.

You drop the bag to the ground and start rummaging profusely. It's in there. You know it's in there.

"Ah, if you don't have it some other time is okay too, yeah?" The baker shifts the flour in their arms.

"...yeah," you agree.

It's already mid afternoon and you've somehow managed to get absolutely nothing done. By the time you're back to the shop, Muriel is sitting on the ground next to Asra, who is shuffling a deck of cards in his hands (you can see the aces up his sleeves, you think Muriel can too). Asra sure has a lot of visitors today...

"Where have you put that lump of resin for Selasi?" You wonder, throwing open the cabinets.

Asra looks a little concerned.

"You... Packed that this morning, MC. Are you feeling alright?" His brows furrow in that innocent, worried sort of way.

You nod, turning to leave when you feel his hand close around your wrist.

"Faust. Have you seen Faust?" He's a little more tense than usual...

You explain to him that you haven't, and walk away.

Back outside yet again. You're not running anymore, there doesn't seem to be any point. It's raining a little now, you think that summarizes your mood pretty well. All that stuff you wanted to do today, and you couldn't do anything; you feel a little useless. You're scared you'll start crying when you feel a comforting squeeze on your left arm.

Asra! Faust slithers up your arm and curls around your shoulders.

"...Asra." You repeat, not thinking much of it.

Asra!!!!

"Faust, what's wrong?" You glance at her little face looking expectantly up at you.

Need to go back

You stop walking, rain pouring over your face. Then you see Faust drop a bundle of resin on the wet pavement.

Suddenly, you think of your missing things.

"Faust! Have you been taking my things all day?" Why would she do anything like that?

Birthday!!!!!!!!!

What?

No.

Oh shit.

It completely slipped your mind.

It's Asra's birthday. Faust's too. You look at Faust in complete shock as you realize: Faust has been trying to get you home with Asra all day. That explains all the visitors, all the missing things, it explains everything.

You hug her the best you can hug a snake and you get back to running. For a different reason this time, though. You're going to need a gift and one hell of an apology.

---

The bedroom door creaks open, there are no more visitors, and the curtains are closed. Asra is underneath a blanket, curled up with an entire pint of ice cream (mood).

"Asra?" You place the gift you bought for him aside, feeling guilt hit you like a train.

You shed your soaked outer layer of clothing and sidle under the blanket next to him, faust in your arms.

"MC! Where have you been all day?" Asra exclaimed, reaching out to take Faust.

You start rambling about how truly deeply intensely sorry you are, and how you forgot completely, and how you were so busy.

He sighs, trying to show his exasperation. The way he's latched onto your waist undermines the affect, though.

You sit like that for a while before he breaks the silence.

"I just wanted you to come home, silly," Asra mumbles into your hair.

"I don't suppose you'll want to see what I've got you, then?"

His eyes dart curiously over to what you've presented to him. You pull it up onto the bed, watching him open the box. Out comes a hunk of cake, a bundle of belladonna blooms, and a silver bangle made up of intertwining wires wrapped around gems.

"Thank you," he mutters, shutting his eyes and burying it in the side of your neck.

Asra grins.

"Don't suppose this means you'll get the dishes after we have dinner with my parents too?"

[marvelmusing]

Some Sugar Daddy!Billy Russo Thoughts

A/N: Complete and utter fluff because I’m yearning for pretty things

I’m thinking about your closest friend Billy Russo, the rich and successful CEO of Anvil, who accidentally becomes your sugar daddy because his love language is gift giving and you’ve always been too shy to ask anyone for the expensive things you long for. But Billy knows you better than anyone.

Whenever you have a bad day, he’ll wrap his arms around you, pulling you into his lap to let you cry or vent against his chest.

He’s so glad that he’s the one that you go to when you feel like this. He hates the thought of you going home to your empty apartment in such a state.

When you’ve exhausted all your sadness and frustration, and all you need is something to cheer you up, he’ll press a kiss to your forehead, and tell you to pick out any website where you currently have a wish list. He then tells you he’s going to buy you everything on the list.

The first time it happens, you gape at him.

“But… that’s a lot.”

“S’the whole point baby.” He sighs when he sees your hesitant expression. “How about you show me everything you like, and tell me why you want them? Anything we don’t like anymore can get knocked off the list.”

You nod, appeased by this method.

Billy would buy you absolutely anything, even if you wanted ten pairs of the same shoe in only slightly different colours. If that’s what made you happy, then Billy was happy too.

But getting you to talk to him about all the pretty things you liked, and would look so good in once he’s bought them for you, always helps to distract you from your awful day.

He listens to you chatter about the different styles and shapes you like, and coo over the pretty colours and patterns as you look at the images of things you had forgotten about. He helps you discard a few items that look too similar to what you already own, or what’s already on your wish list.

Whenever you seem too agitated by a decision, Billy steps in and makes it for you. Usually just a casual remark like: ‘get the purple one baby, it matches the purse you’re getting’ or ‘get the boots, you’ll wear them more often’ that soon settles your mind.

When it comes to the checkout part of your treat he usually tries to stop you from seeing the overall price.

“Billy.” You whine quietly, trying to protest against him spending so much money.

Ten thousand, two hundred, and fifty five dollars. On shoes. And one bag. And a card holder - because Billy had said ‘you need somewhere to keep my card safe when you go out shopping, now don’t you?’

In response to your reluctance, he merely kisses you firmly on the temple as he rolls his hips in an attempt to reach into his trouser pocket for his wallet.

“A pretty girl like you shouldn’t worry her sweet little head over a big number like that.”

Billy makes sure they’re delivered to his place, because your apartment building doesn’t have an elevator, and he would hate for you to carry anything heavy up the stairs.

Your apartment is too small to house all the things Billy buys you, so he gives you one of the empty rooms at his place. Your own little sanctuary, filled with the things you’ve always wanted.

You always wait until Billy gets home before you open any packages that come for you. He insists that you don’t need to wait, but he does love watching you unwrap things.

He’ll sit down in his armchair, while you’re on the floor surrounded by designer boxes with shiny logos embossed onto the luxurious material. It always makes you feel that special glow in your chest, like it’s your birthday, and you deserve every bit of attention because it’s your day - even if it’s actually just a random Tuesday.

Billy loves seeing how excited you get. Half the time you’ve forgotten what you’ve ordered, and the look of elation when you open the boxes and see whatever you had been longing for inside them is priceless to Billy. He loves seeing you bright and happy as you gush over how pretty everything is.

One of Billy’s favourite sights is seeing you buried among a pile of boxes and tissue paper, your slippers discarded because you wanted to wear your new heels, which still fit despite the fluffy socks you’re wearing. A new scarf wrapped around your neck haphazardly, as you shuffle on your knees towards Billy to have him feel how soft your new jumper is.

When you’re finished, you’ll prop yourself up on your knees and nestle your body between his spread legs, curling your arms around his waist.

Billy taps the crown of your head with a delicate finger. Tilting your head back, you peer up at him from where your face has been hiding against his stomach.

“You feeling better now, princess?” He asks with a knowing look. You smile a little shyly, but nod. Lifting yourself up further, you press a kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you, Billy.”

[t-0ne25]

“I’m running out of time.” — Option B1.2: Ruby

[Make sure to please read Chapter 25 of Red Lights first, before you continue.]

“Can I buy this one, Lia?” you ask the cashier, when handing her the ruby necklace, before you reach for your wallet.

“Of course, dear,” your friend answers. “How come… you’re dressed like this?” Her words are hesitant, trying not to offend you in any way.

“Oh, yeah, uhm… long story. We should catch up soon, I’ll text you, yeah?”

“Sure. Red has always been your colour, by the way. I would show you the matching earrings for this necklace but unfortunately they’re sold out,” she lets you know.

“No, issue, Lia. Let me know once you have them again.”

Lia smiles, trying to hold back a giggle, knowing exactly who bought them and for who they bought them, “I’ll let you know. And text me, yeah?”

You wave her goodbye, before you leave the store and finally head home. When you get inside the apartment building, your suitcase is right in front of your door, since Ryujin probably placed it there. You carry it inside, bringing it to your room. Taking a look at your nightstand table, finding a velvety box, similar to the ones at the set of Red Lights.

Just when you’re about to get closer, your door creaks open, revealing your roommate behind it.

“Y/N? You’re already back?” he questions, his voice small and his eyes red from all the tears. You contemplate asking him why he’s been crying but decide against it. You already have your suspicions that it’s because of you.

“Yeah… uhm, Hyun, what is this? Who put this there?” you ask, pointing at the box.

“I… I placed it here as a present when you went on that family trip. I wanted to confess to you after it. I… I forgot to take it away again… I– I’m sorry for making this awkward, now that you’re taken and all,” he cringes.

“Oh, so it’s a gift for me?”

Obviously it’s for you, Y/N, it’s inside your room, after all.

“Do you still want to have a look at what it is? Y-You don’t have to, Y/N. I know I fucked up. More than once,” Hyunjin says, his voice filled with anxiety.

“Sure, I will look at it,” you say before taking the box in your hands. You carefully open it, getting surprised with a pair of red earrings—matching the necklace you bought earlier.

“Wow… they’re my favourite colour,” you let out.

“Yeah. These are ruby gemstones. It stands for love and passion, the person at the store said.”

“I know,” you giggle. “Good thing I am not taken, right?”

“W-What?”

Hyunjin looks at you dumbfounded.

“I’m already back again because I quit. During the finale,” you confess now.

“But… why?”

“Mostly, because of the show itself. But also because it seemed weird to finish it if you weren’t there,” you tease him.

“But you threw me out of the show,” Hyunjin reminds you.

“I know. People make mistakes, I guess.” You shrug your shoulders. “Why didn’t you confess to me earlier, Hyun? Why did you pull all that toxic shit?”

You think he deserves getting these things thrown at him. Although you talked about Halloween night, you’re still hurt about what he said behind your back when he was so wasted.

Hyunjin takes a deep breath, ready to be completely honest with you now, “Because I’m fucking insecure and know that I will never in this life be good enough for you on any level.”

His voice is shaking, his heart has never beaten that fast before.

“I don’t care. At the end of the day, I still want you and this makes you more than just good enough for me,” you reply.

He shakes his head no, guilty conscience getting the best of him, “Y/N… we can’t be together, not after all this…”

“After what?”

“After everything I’ve done,” he says. “Not telling you about Minho being here. Halloween night. Just all that.”

“Do you regret it?”

“Of course I do,” his sniffles fill the room, when the tears take over him again. “How can I make up for this?”

“Take me on a date,” you say.

That’s the last thing he’s expected you to say. After all, Hyunjin thought you wouldn’t even be friends anymore after the show.

“What?”

He stares at you in disbelief, thinking you’re just playing with him and he wouldn’t even be mad at you.

“You heard me. Take me on a date. Show me that you’re serious about us. That you’re not a coward,” you explain, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“S-Sure, just let me get changed into different clothes and you– wait, why are you wearing a wedding dress?”

“Still from the show,” you tell him, already grabbing out fresh clothes from your wardrobe.

“Is half an hour enough for you?”

You nod, before you disappear inside the bathroom.

💻

The autumn breeze feels fresh on your skin, when you’re on your way to your shared apartment. You carefully carry the pizza boxes under your arm and the two soju bottles inside your hand. Once you’re at the entrance door, you realise you forgot your keys, deciding to ring the bell in hopes your boyfriend is already at home.

He lets you inside, reaching for all the things you brought with you.

“I’ve already prepared the table, baby,” he says, when he takes your hand and guides you to the living room where the huge dining table is located. There are candles spread out on the wooden surface, shrouding your apartment in a warm shade.

“Happy six months anniversary, Hyunjin,” you tell him, when you’re finally seated at the table, ready to eat dinner and have a drink. Once you’ve finished your meal, your boyfriend takes care of cleaning the dishes, while you make yourself comfortable on the couch, searching for a film that will end up playing in the background very soon.

Truth be told, half an hour later, you find yourself lying on the couch, as Hyunjin is hovering above you, placing sweet little kisses on your skin. Your shirt landed somewhere on the floor some minutes ago, exposing your bare body to him. Hyunjin looks at you for a moment, knowing that no artwork he’s ever created will come even remotely close to your beauty. He sighs, letting out a ‘wow’ before he helps you out of your baggy pants.

The ruby earrings and necklace look stunning on you, just like they did nine months ago when you wore them for the first time. Hyunjin is so lucky that you gave him another chance and during those nine months of getting closer—including half a year of being official—he’s done more than his best. He’s the one for you, you would have realised earlier if he had the guts to show you properly.

But this doesn’t matter to you anymore. He made up for it, has treated you like his queen since then, still a little nervous about everything since you are his first actual girlfriend.

You’ve parted your legs for him now, as Hyunjin already dives in, getting a taste of your delicious scents. His tongue expertly grinds over your clit, as two of his fingers work you open.

“Yeah, just like that, pretty, you’re such a fucking good girl for me, hm?”

Despite being together for so long now, your boyfriend still takes his time to stretch you, get you ready for his big cock.

“Shit, I can’t believe you’re mine… this pretty pussy is all mine, yeah?”

Faster than you’re able to grasp it, he’s scissoring you open, his digits hitting that spot inside of you, while his mouth stays attached to your pussy. 

“Baby, please, right there,” you blurt out, your hands playing with his hair, guiding him just how you like, as you tuck the strands from time to time.

“You taste so fucking good,” he hums against your wetness, as slurping sounds fill the whole apartment.

A little later, you trip over the edge, when you cum over his fingers and tongue. Your boyfriend helps you ride out your high, listening to your sweet little whimpers, before he licks away your juices. Hyunjin slips his fingers into his mouth next, unable to withstand getting a taste of you, while a whimper spills from his lips.

When you see the tent inside his sweatpants, precum already leaking through the grey fabric, you automatically reach for his covered dick. You start palming him through the material, feeling him grow harder. But Hyunjin has other plans. Tonight, he doesn’t need anything from you. You’re the centre of his attention.

“No, tonight is only about you, pretty. Let me make you feel good, yeah?”

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[starsarefire824]

What kind of prompts do you want? Bc the first thing I thought of off the top of my head was byler going grocery shopping together. Domestic stuff makes my heart cry.

It's not my go to sweet anon, but I think I can do that ;)

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"Wait," Mike says, grabbing the carton of milk out of Will's hand. Will blinks, his brows creasing in confusion.

"What?" he asks. "We need milk, don't we?"

Mike stares at the carton Will has chosen. It's labeled with red lettering with a stamp of a picturesque farm across the front.

Whole milk.

Mike shrugs. "I mean----yeah. But-----" he raises an eyebrow. "Whole milk?"

Will huffs and rolls his yes. "Yes. Whole milk? What milk did you want?"

Mike shifts on his feet and pulls at the waist of his pants. "Well, I mean----we always drank skim at our house."

Now, Will's mouth opens up a little. Offended. "Skim?!" he asks, scandalized. "Who actually drinks skim milk? You might as well drink water."

Mike shivers a little. It's cold next to the cooler in his ratty white tshirt. It's 1 am on a random, humid Tuesday night. They had classes all day and finals for the rest of the week before Summer break and it's the first time they've grocery shopped together now that Mike has been spending ninety percent of his time at Will's apartment he shares with Max and Lucas.

Mike quite likes the grocery store at night. It's how he always has grocery shopped, even before him and Will had figured their shit out. They've escaped the oppressive heat of the city for an hour and it's delightfully quiet. There's just a handful of customers and one lonely clerk with her head in a book at the check out line. Will's wearing a plain tshirt and his old Levi's his mom bought him from the thrift store senior year. He's cut them into shorts and there's a hole at the bottom of the back pocket where he keeps his wallet. They are a little too tight and a little too short, and Mike thinks he probably needs to give up this pipe dream that he can fit in his clothes that he's brought from Hawkins much longer. See, he's broader now. Grown. A little in height, but mostly in shoulders and thighs and....well, that isn't really the point Mike's trying to make right now.

The point is, his childhood best friend/ very new boyfriend/ basically roommate is trying to convince him to buy the wrong milk. The point is that Will has already tried to convince him that Oreos are better than Chips Ahoy, that turkey is better than ham, that coffee is better than tea, and that mint chocolate chip is better than vanilla.

And now, they are a half hour into grocery shopping and Mike is actually reconsidering their entire friendship.

Who is this person? And why did Mike never know any of these things about his best friend? Was he really not paying that much attention?

He frowns as paintings and veiled "I love yous" and fights in the rain flutter across his mind.

Okay. So maybe he hadn't been the most observant person in the world.

But this is insane.

"Skim milk is better," Mike tells him insistently.

Will's normally pretty top lip turns up in barely veiled disgust.

"Miiike---- you can’t really believe that?" He steals the carton out of his hand and rolls his eyes. "It’s so-----bland."

"It's healthier!" he protests loudly, making a face.

An old woman inspecting eggs across the way looks up at them curiously.

Will scoffs, his hazel eyes briefly darting towards the old woman as he notices her. He leans in a little closer. He whispers, "Skim milk is not healthier Mike!"

"Yes. It. Is----" Mike counters, leaning in so close he notices how Will's hair curls at it's end from the damp and smells his rain-soaked scented soap. "My mom----"

"You're Mom has no idea what she's talking about!" Will exclaims. "She literally told me over Spring break that I should try a cottage cheese diet."

Mike opens and closes his mouth as his brain catches up with Will's words. He stutters.

"Wait, what?" he asks befuddled. "Cottage cheese? Why on Earth would you ever go on a diet?"

"I have no idea Mike! I'm just saying I don't think your mom is like----the best person to be basing our grocery choices off of."

Mike crosses his arms over his body stubbornly, his turn to roll his eyes. "Yeah well," he parries. "You're mom makes mashed potatoes out of a box."

Will's eyes widen and he immediately shoves Mike's chest in offense. "Hey! I like those 99 cent mashed potatoes! Not all of us are made of money Mike."

Mike glowers. "But they're so......" He scrunches his nose. They're soo--- runny."

Will frowns at him, pursing his lips as his eyes widen in shock.

Mike's heart drops into his stomach. Oh shit. He's really done it now. He flinches when Will motions to put the whole milk back in the cooler. He studies Will's face as he glances at him out of the corner of his eye, bracing himself for a lip quiver or an angry huff. Will was always sensitive when it came to his mom. Well, Will was sensitive in general. And he's been through a lot.

Mike reaches out to offer him a comforting nudge. I didn't mean anything by it, he thinks.

But Will continues his efforts putting the whole milk back. He sets it neatly on the shelf where they found it and then grabs another milk, clad in blue writing and picturesque farm stamp complete with a weather vein and a stately rooster.

2 %.

Mike sucks in a surprised breath when Will glances at him through his eyelashes, his hazel gaze bright and amused in the harsh white light of the grocery store. "Here," he says, smiling playfully as he shoves the milk at Mike's chest to put in their basket he has slung over one arm.

"How about a compromise?" he asks teasingly, his eyes more alive than Mike's seen them in a very long time.

Mike smiles, nodding at him as he swallows nervously. Fuck, he's totally gone for this boy isn't he? It truly is amazing how it had taken him that long to figure it out.

"So---" Will announces lightly, bouncing a little as he steps toward the bread aisle. "What if we made turkey melts for dinner tonight with Lucas and Max while we watch Say Anything."

Mike stops mid-step. "Uhmm, it'll be ham--- and really Will? Another John Cusack movie???"

Will blushes slightly at that and it takes all of Mike's energy to keep from grabbing his face and really giving him something to blush about.

"What?! I like John Cusack!" he shrieks, his shoulders going to his ears in embarrassment.

Mike grins at him. "I know you do."

That makes Will blush an even deeper crimson and Mike's stomach flutters happily. He peeks around before hooking his finger through Will's belt loop and tugging gently then peers down at him softly. "I don't really care. I'll watch John Cusack with you whenever you want. Why don't we go get the cheese and then get out of here. We need cheddar."

Will's watching Mike's mouth, his tongue softly gliding over his bottom lip in anticipation. It makes the heat in Mike's belly bloom and damn it all, if they couldn't just be home already. But then....just as Mike leans in to sneak just a taste of his lips against a wall of bread, Will pulls away from him, his eyebrows creasing together harshly. He looks up at Mike with a look of complete exasperation and disbelief.

"Cheddar???"

[yannisrandomstuff]

OK OK I HAVE RETURNED

Could I get some angst for toon gabriel, we know HES HOT and he's nice. So other people would want him, what would happen if he's getting flirted with in public when he is s/o isn't around, and when they come back they see that ans the other person is being really touchy with him, and IT JUST LOOKS REALLY BAD AND WRONG, and his s/o angrily leaves, what would happen?? I WANT HIS COMFROT!!

I love angst 😔

Note:flirting , angst , fluff

Misunderstanding

You and Angel Gabriel goes out to buy groceries. Both of you are having a conversation about what's tonight's dinner and both of you agree that he'll cook, then he'd be the one grabbing the stuff that he'll use for ingredients, you always like him cook since some of the food he makes are delicious.

The two of you have already finished getting the stuff and is now on the line to pay, then you remembered something very important.

"Uhm gabe I gotta go grab something we forgot I'll be back in a minute okay?"

"Of course dear I won't go anywhere but hurry alright?"

And that you left

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After 5 mins you finally find Mini Brie Wheels

"Damn this is hard to find I better hurry back now gabes waiting he doesn't have a wallet with him" You thought to yourself. Thankfully it isn't our turn yet but something caught your eye that makes your heart hurt, a teenage girl who seems no older than 19 have been flirting around AngelGabriel and He seems unaffected by what is happening around him, he seems to be enjoying it, you walked towards them with an annoyed face, Angel Gabriel noticed that you are coming so he called you "ahem. What's going on here?" You asked "Oh is this your partner?" You rolled your eyes "yes they're my partner" Angel Gabriel stated happily "I see~ well then I'll take my leave now Mr. Gabriel nice chatting you, see you next time" Then the girl left

Angel Gabriel looked at you smiling " so there's a next time huh?" You said irritation visible to your voice, he now have a confused look at his face "I don't want to see her next time dear, I'm not even comfortable with her talking to me like that," You handed him your wallet "here take this I will be waiting in the car.." "I- uh alright please be careful" he sound really worried.

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you get inside the car and pause for a sec, angry tears coming out at the thought of your boyfriend cheating on you, no that's impossible he wouldn't do that but I still have my doubts you just silently stare at the window and notice him going back to the car along with the groceries. You open the door for him and help him place the groceries in the back seat without talking or having eye contact to him "Dear? Are you well?"

"..." "....if this is about earlier I promise it is a misunderstanding you've got it all wrong" "explain why you're smiling while she clings on to you like a sloth" "I'm uncomfortable when she did that and ithought it would be quite rude to just glare at her, but I did told them that I am already taken and wishes them to go away but they are persistent." He let out a heavy sigh and place his hand to his significant other's face " Look at me my dearest" You obeyed him make eye contact with him " you're the only person I will only love in this world alright?, no one can change that. Please remember that." He then hugged you close "shall we go now?, wipe those tears in your face I don't want you to cry and I promise that it will never happen again. I'm sorry I love you" "I love you too I just don't want to lose you, yknow"

"Hahahah I don't want to lose you too, now let's get going so that the vegetables won't rot" and that both of you buckled your seat belt and you drive back home

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Yes angel gabe does not know how to drive

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SCHOOL IS COMING TF OUR 1 WEEK BREAK IS OVER😭😭😭

Sorry this took so long it will probably be the same with the other requests

I had to search on Google to find "what's the most hardest things to find in a grocery store" since I can't think of anything BWHAHAHAHHA

[murfeelee]

Hello murfeel, I don't know if anyone ask you this before but what do you think about the news of sims 5 being planned by ea?

Hi! I see we're starting 2023 on a positive note, getting me triggered by EA's shenanigans! 🤣

Yeah, so far I've only commented briefly about TS5 in this post, when EA did that stupid Summit thing where they showed off how much they're trying to one-up Paralives. 🙄 OOoOoo~! They're bringing the color wheel back after swearing on a stack of bibles that CASt was the worst feature in TS3 and TS4 didn't need it and their wacka** LACK of customization was the FUTURE of gaming--zomg lemme get my wallet ready~~! 🤡

Like, EA, everyone knows you're good at Build/Buy mode and CAS--people don't call TS4 a DOLLHOUSE SIMULATOR for nothing. But where is the EFFING GAMEPLAY? I feel the same way about Paralives--I don't need to see anymore of their builds or Paras--I want to follow sims INSIDE their places of work and school (no more EFFING rabbitholes); and see how they act come rain, snow or shine; and I want pets aside from just cats & dogs and RODENTS EA. And different cultural representation, so it's not the same generic American suburban cookie-cutter crap all the time--give me simulated life of the islands, the tundras, the equator, the poles, the Nth/Est/Sth/Wst hemispheres, the cities, the farms, the jungles, the corporate ladder, off the grid--in fully fleshed out EXPANSIONS with living breathing WORLDS, not watered down Game Packs, for crying out loud. Do y'all even remember what Expansion Packs are, EA? If only every pack was given HALF the content and attention to detail that Seasons always gets! It's a sad state of affairs when the best pack y'all ever released was for VAMPIRES. 🤦‍♀️

I get stomach ulcers every time I hear about how people spent over a THOUSAND DOLLARS on TS4 and are clamoring for the torture to be over already so TS5 can hurry up and screw them over instead. The biggest complaint simmers have been screaming at EA about is how dang BORING TS4 is, because

the game is too easy, and people have to cheat to make the game HARDER wtf

the game is too buggy and none of the fancy "features" effing WORK, releasing ENTIRE PACKS BROKEN, with patches that make everything worse

the features TS4 does have that actually work are shallow AF and a lot of them are repetitive/redundant or they don't carry over to other EPs/GPs/SPs to make the gameplay deeper and richer you had one job EA

TS4's worlds are too small and we don't even have CAW, but EA promised us that smaller non-open worlds with no CASt and no Story Progression would make TS4 run so much smoother than TS3--gosh golly, now if only my save would stop laaaaaaagging 😩

where are the skills where are the careers where are the hobbies other than streaming/blogging where are the NPCs where ar--

the sims' emotions & action queues are out of control, but the EMOTIONS were the MAIN thing the dev's pitched when TS4 was announced over a decade ago; why are my sims acting like crack heads when you said they'd be so much smarter?

the kids are totally ignored, where the teens are basically young adults with curfews--but zoinks! they're finally going to update the bassinet-babies after TEN YEARS so the legacy players can actually PLAY WITH LIFE and interact with babies! Maybe if we're lucky, they'll patch in some frikkin preteens so the life states in a life simulation game actually make sense!

the alpha vs maxis match saga continues

Look at everything Sims Freeplay has--it's monetized to hell and back, but at least they have COOL stuff! WHERE IS IT in TS4? Will that stuff be in basegame TS5???? EVER? Or will EA just keep showing us how many throw pillows we can rotate on couches in rooms full of clutter that aren't even interactive objects? 🙃 Paralives has Paras ziplining off of rooftops into their pool--will basegame TS5 even launch with pools and swimmable water, or will that feature be locked off behind another lukewarm paywalled EP where you can only ever swim in ONE (1) world? 🏝 And now that EA making basegame TS4 free to play, they have carte blanche to microtransaction people to death with useless Kits full of DECOR and mess in TS5, too, huzzah!

And they keep bringing up MULTIPLAYER--THEY BETTER NOT. 💀

GOD, I hope the TS4 simmers go off on EA and tell them that TS5 CANNOT be TS4 2.0. Don't have EA walking around thinking TS4 was the right way to do life simulation gaming. TS4's enormous player base means diddly squat if people don't play the game to PLAY the GAME, only using it as the base for their Blender renders -- quantity does NOT equal quality, EA!

I'm not even staying on top of TS5 news anymore, listening to Lindsay Pearson lie to my frikkin face; promising me the moon only to have it turn out to be made of government cheese. The proof is gonna be in the pudding once the game actually LAUNCHES in a zillion years; I refuse to get hyped.

But I am PRAYING EA does TS5 right. Or at least that they make something better than TS4--it's a low bar, I know, but baby steps. Believe it or not, but I'd actually like to play a sims game that isn't TS3 sometime this decade. 🙏 TS4 had so many red flags; everyone knew it was a mobile game port, we're not THAT dumb, EA. Plus, TS4 was just too effing ugly for me. I hate the cartoony playdough look, and the lack of CASt and customization was an IMMEDIATE dealbreaker; so at least EA learned ONE lesson in all this time. *slow claps* Now we just have to see what they'll do about the actual GAME, the part that MATTERS.

Lemme stop, before I pop a blood vessel.

Wake me up when TS5 has more gameplay than Animal Crossing and Stardew Valley.

[nyubiecore]

1201 Jelly ☆ choi chanhee

a the boyz new oneshot

"lots of jealousy and I need love, please hold me tight when I look at you" idol choi chanhee x f! reader

genre: angst(not really) , fluff

in which you find your jealous boyfriend drunk at the after-party

you were scrolling through social media the whole train ride to the mall.

you refreshed the home page of your Instagram when your favorite boy posted a picture. it was a picture of him at the company's rooftop with white outfit on, looking confused.

you smile to yourself admiring him. you misses him so much since you guys last saw each other a month ago.

you opened the comments scrolling through the compliments and good words liking each and every one of them - replying and reporting hate comments.

then you post your comment too "my boyfriend, you look so good" there's a few comments like that except- yours is a fact.

the train ride came to an end

you put your phone in your bag walking to the mall. you beelined to the grocery store on the 2nd floor picking out ingredients for pizza and a few other groceries to restock.

everytime you miss chanhee, pizza is your comfort. it reminds you of him and there's countless times you cry while eating them thinking of him. done for the groceries, you walked pass ice cream parlor and bubble tea stand when you saw olive young , your favorite shop.

you didn't hesitate into stepping in knowing your skincare products were running out. you walked through the face pack section when your eyes darted at mediheal's face masks. you looked over it taking a few of them in means to support sunwoo's brand and also aiming for the pc you'll get when you purchase 10 or more face packs.

satisfied with your finds, you also came over avene, a brand hyunjae is the face of currently. you wanted to grab some but you cancelled the thought when you looked over the price. "maybe next time" you thought to yourself but takes a picture of the rack full of avene products as a reminder and also to upload them on your social media.

grabbing your needs after going through dermatory, mediheal, medicube, dewytree, avene, all the brands the boyz is a model of, you beeline to the counter before you make another stop to any other sections already hearing your wallet cry in broke. getting out of the store after buying it, you busily unlock your phone and went to your deobi Instagram account posting a story out of pictures of products you purchased and took a look at.

you posted individually for each brand and putting captions such as "supporting my babe's brand" etc as a joke on mediheal, avene, dermatory, dewytree, and medicube.

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when the clock stroked 7 pm, you quickly woke up from your nap and went to the kitchen. you sorted out ingredients for making pizza and put away others. you immediately started making the dough. halfway with the sauce, your phone that was playing 'Jelly', a kyeobmuda unit song started vibrating like a madman- or madphone. "tbz juyeon" on the screen, you accepted the call in confusion what brought your boyfriend's friend to contact you at 8:30 pm?

"hello? juyeon?" "hi y/n" "hey its been quite long since we last talked" "yeah, i'm sorry we've been crazy busy" "it's okay, what's the occasion though? its not like you to call me first" "nah its nothing, sangyeon hyung just asked me a favor to call you" "yeah? why? did something happened to chanhee?" "yep, you got it right" "w-what happened? is something going on?" "nah nothing big, he just is.. having a breakdown right now" "what?" "yeah.. um just come to the restaurant we always go for after-parties" "wh- what why?" "yeah um.. please hurry up you'll understand what ever's going on right now" "y-yeah i'll be on my way" "sure, thanks !!" juyeon last said before ending the call leaving you dumbfounded whatever is happening to chanhee.

you turned off the fire heating the sauce and wrapped up everything before taking your phone and wallet, locking your door and rush to the restaurant juyeon mentioned. it wasn't far away from your house that you were thankful.

from the restaurant glass window, you saw all the 10 boyz except chanhee and a few staff having drinks, talking and eating the snacks chilling. you step inside the restaurant and search for the table they were at when you made eye contact with hyunjae.

"oh my god thank you" he let out before walking over to you

"what happened? why did juyeon call and what's with chanhee?" you ask all the question to the brown haired boy while walking to the table they were sat on

"well," he stopped on his track upon a boy who were sleeping, head on the table before your brain connected all the dots, too familiar to the lean frame, black hair wearing a saint germain sweatshirt and chanel beanie. it was chanhee "please do us a big favor and take this drunken boy away"

you scanned through the boy quite confused what made him drink so much?

"take him away? as in bring him home? the dorm?" you ask dumbfounded

"nope, certainly anywhere but the dorm" hyunjae replies

"don't you guys have a schedule tommorow?" you were more and more confused since chanhee always tells if they were allowed to go home or are having a break

"nope, we're on a week break starting tommorow so there'll be no one to look after him if you bring him to the dorm" he explains the obvious also weird why you didn't know about it

"oh- sure thanks for telling me" you smile at hyunjae before walking over to chanhee, tapping his back a few times in an attempt to wake him up from his sleep. upon seeing him twitching his eyes open, you made eye contact with him.

"hello master chanhee, i'm your assistant sent to bring you home" you said playfully knowing he wasn't in his right mind. chanhee scans through you then sits back up eyes still on you

"you look like my girlfriend" he says smiling sheepishly sending blushes through your cheek

"oh really? she must be beautiful then" you say patting his back a little earning a quiet "hm" and chanhee closed his eyes back drifting into dream world

you scoffed when you stood back up sitting beside him when changmin scoots over to juyeon's side making space for you

"what even happened? he isn't the type to drink till death?" you asked the members

"i think something happened that you knew better than every one of us" jacob replied calmly

"i mean it did weird me out, he would always ditch the after-party whenever we were allowed to go home but he stayed back and even drank like a fish from the beginning. we didn't even start playing games" changmin says beside you that was supported by nods from the members

you look at him sleeping soundly before standing back up

"thank you for calling me, i'll take him away then" you say before making another attempt to wake chanhee up

"chanhee, wake up. can you stand on your feet? we should go home" you say calmly to the drunk boy

he twitched his eyes open, scanning you and when he looked like he recognized you, he let out a "hmph" scrunching his nose before standing up

you look at him before wrapping your side around his body, trying to support him walk. you wanted to ask him why he didn't tell that he were on holiday and so many other things but you calmed yourself down

you made a stop at the convenience store where you put chanhee to sit on the chair outside the store buying some hangover drinks then picking him back up rushing to your house as you felt your shoulder sore

pressing the code to your house, you rest chanhee on the sofa. turning the lights on, you were met with a now fresher looking chanhee. the walk must've helped a bit. you walk over to his side wrapping your arms over him leaning into him.

"did you go shopping today" he asked- stated?

"yeah.. how'd you know"

"you looked happy buying sunwoo's brand"

"what..?" you asked confused where this is coming from

"i saw your update" then everything connected, he was jealous when you smiled to yourself looking at him who's eyes were anywhere but at you

"omg- is our chanhee jealous? that's why you drank so much and didn't even inform me about your week break?" you teased holding him tighter

"nope, definitely not, i'm perfectly fine when my girlfriend posted my friends brand products with questionable captions, i am perfectly fine sir" he said in a sarcastic tone

"heyy~ still you know you're my favorite member right?"

"yeah sure"

"i mean as a fan i should be equal with my support and.. as your girlfriend, i should get on the good side of your friends too shouldn't i?" you comfort him when you see him starting to allow eye contact with you

"hey but still.. you bought so much of mediheal's products. weren't you aiming for that pc when buying multiple products?"

you kept silent knowing you were caught

"hey- wow that's so mean, you should've just asked me for them instead of throwing away your money like that. what is the use of your idol boyfriend at times like this?"

you look at him in confusion when his attitude changed 90 degrees "its fine, there's no thrill in getting them if I don't work hard for it"

"sure- sure" he says, done with you "did you get them though? i heard it was sold out the 2nd day?"

"yep, i didn't but i guess atleast i got to try the product. i heard its good" you say trying not to make him nag

"-oh right, go wash up. i'll finish making my pizza and we could have our movie night together!" you say tightening the hug

"nope, go call sunwoo to join you, why would i" he says jokingly sulking

you laugh at his turns of attitude cupping his face and sending kisses all over them "nope, only me, the pizza and my boyfriend" when you say tints of pink all over his cheek reminding you of a tomato

"my chanhee is turning into a tomato" you tease him already steadying yourself to run away

"YAH DON'T CALL ME A TOMATO" he chases you all around the house..

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