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[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Pussy Magnet

Jake Lockley x GN!Reader • Rating: T •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | requestinfo• MK Bingo 2024 Masterlist• ko-fi •

Summary: Jake was always good with animals.

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A/N: I'm so sorry I had to make this stupid joke, I'm-

Warnings: Terrible jokes, Jake stealing Steven and Marc's clothes, over use of italics, typos, not beta read, railroad sentences, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 567

You can’t help but smile as you glance over at Jake. You’re in the middle of speaking with your friend, whose home you’re currently in. She had invited you to a small barbeque, which had turned into an impromptu dinner party when the heavens had opened. 

There were only seven of you in total, so it wasn’t too overcrowded. 

While everyone else were seated on, or around the large armchair and settee in the living room, Jake was the exception. 

He was laying on his side, his hand outstretched under the bookcase, slowly coaxing your friend’s new kitten out of hiding. 

There was the largest, softest smile plastered over his face as the cat slowly inches forward and sniffed his fingers. 

He had been carefully befriending the kitten over the last forty minutes, taking it as a personal mission the second your friend mentioned she had a new kitten that was painfully shy around new people. 

She was a small thing, the runt of the litter, black and white with wide green eyes. Your friend and her partner had affectionately named her ‘Newspaper’.  

Slowly Newspaper crept closer to him, a few careful steps forward until she was completely out from under the bookshelf’s protection. She paused, watching Jake carefully before shuffling closer again. 

Your friend asks you a question and you turn back to her and the conversation around you. 

It’s about twenty minutes later that Jake comes and sits down next to you, grinning intently. 

You turn to him, raising an eyebrow playfully and his grin widens. 

He’s holding his shirt, a borrowed one from Steven, at an odd angle. Basically cradling it. Even if there wasn’t a bulge over his left chest it would be easy to work out why.

“What you got there?” You ask innocently. 

“Nothing.” He beams at you and leans closer, moving his shirt slightly to the side to show you Newspaper nestled against him and purring. 

You grin. 

“You think Marc’ll tell me off for getting cat hair on his t-shirt?” 

“Nah.” You shake your head. “He might tell you off for borrowing his clothes again, but not for the cat hair.”

Jake snorts. “Steven doesn’t mind when I do it.” 

You grin wider. 

“It’s Marc’s fault anyway for buying comfy clothes.” 

That makes you laugh. 

Newspaper moves a little in her sleep, tucking in closer to Jake. 

You pause for a moment, watching the kitten. A terrible joke pops into your head as if it was placed there by some unseen force. Part of you wonders if Khonshu is whispering in your ear, but then again Jake would have heard him too. 

“Jake…” You say as naturally as you can. 

“Hmm?” He glances up, clocking the silly expression on your face before you even get a chance to talk. 

You speak anyway. “You’re really good with animals…”

“Yeah.” He pins you with his deadpan gaze, ready for whatever corny joke you’re going to say next. 

“Some could say you’re a … pussy magnet.”

He snorts, breaking his nonchalant facade as quickly as he formed it and nudges you playfully in the arm with his shoulder. 

You expect an eye roll when he looks back at you, something along the lines of ‘that’s awful.’ But instead he smiles, silky smooth. “I have been told that in my time.” He waggled his eyebrows at you until you laughed and woke up the kitten. 

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I wanted to reblog that one text post that said imagine waking up to sebek and his hair is down and he is looking so handsome just like his newest appearance on book 7

and i just bumped to this video and was like "Ffshds what if he SURPrisINGLY wa kes up EXA CT LY like thi s fsjdsd? ? "

[writingforatwistedworld]

Self-aware au

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, murder, death, poison, possessiveness, obsession, implied manipulation, unhealthy relationship

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from

Entering your world

Returning home one day and finding a character from a game in your supposedly save heaven was definitely not something that was on your “definitely want to experience” list

But here he was, Vil Schoenheit himself… and he was crying the moment he saw your face?

Total confusion. Yeah, I understand.

After him apologizing, his reasoning for crying was being too happy to be in your presence, he explained how he went to sleep and woke up here

Did this remind you of the typical isekai trope? Yes but who were you to complain?

After all, you had a magical model sitting there on your shaggy couch

For the next few days, you expected some other character to pop up or Vil to suddenly undergo a magical girl transformation like they were used so many times in anime but thank goodness that didn’t happen because you weren’t sure if your heart could take any more surprises

Living with Vil was surprisingly relaxing though

It is no secret that Schoenheit is loaded from all his modeling and acting so you expected him to be more or less useless when it was about making himself useful

But would you look at that? He was actually pretty good

So good in fact that you had already dubbed him your househusband and even saved him under that name on your phone after he got his own

Of course, you never said that to him in his face

And for that, I thank you

You see, Vil wouldn’t do this for everyone he met. Oh no. He would probably just throw money at them to pay some sort of rent and then go on with his day

But you were the Overseer! The hecking OVERSEER!!!

When he first saw you, tired eyes and hair that could only be described as being a bird nest looking at him from a long day of work, he could not hold himself back

Tears of joy streamed down his cheek, him thinking that he died and ascended to heaven

Only after you asked him how he got here and offered a place to stay did he finally understand that this wasn’t just some sort of delirium or dream, no he was with you

He nearly started to cry again and his thought process, his head being filled with screams of happiness, must have been a copy of his own fans whenever they saw him

So he took his job as your househusba- *ahem* “roommate” seriously

What he might not even admit to himself was that he didn’t do this just because he thought so highly of you. No. It just meant easy access to your more private areas of your life

Your room was just so nice! Your bed felt like he was laying on clouds and it also smelled like you! Oh, did you save him under “house husband” on your phone? In that moment he squealed

He might even keep some things from you. Nothing too bad. Just a shirt or hoody… maybe he took more than just one

But the Overseer forbid- wait that saying doesn’t work here

But goodness forbid you bring someone into the small bubble of him and you

They don’t even need to do something bad. Vil will just see something that isn’t even there

That one friend of yours? Oh, they threw some disgusting looks in your direction. (They didn’t, he just imagined it)

I would like to remind you that TWST is apparently a place where it’s totally cool to teach teenagers how to make poisons

Yeah, he might not have a lab or certain equipment here but he can work with what he got. Especially since househusbands are always surrounded by chemicals

Suddenly that person is gone. Apparently, they have eaten something wrong but the doctors are just confused about how and why and so much more

The longer he stays the more possessive of your attention he gets

Mention someone and suddenly they also fall sick

And all he did was hand them a homemade meal. People are so picky about what they eat these days…

[ninetailedfoxmanchi]

Simon 'Ghost' Riley: How You Started Dating (and some little things about Ghost)

Warnings: mentions of cigarettes and smoking, references to PTSD, scars

A/N: Once again, a disclaimer: I base this on Ghost’s backstory according to the comic books as well as the video games but this is just my take so if you imagined him differently, that is totally valid!

NEW MASTERLIST

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I think Simon would be attracted to someone outside his work; someone in a different profession, because he would see his team members more as family than partners

Besides, he keeps his private life separated from his work, so I don't think it's likely he would fall in love with a co-worker simply because of this 'mental barrier' of how he sees them

His girlfriend could be anything from nurse, veterinarian, café owner, teacher, academic to chef or artist. I don't think Ghost would find a romantic connection with someone working a similar job as him or something in law enforcement

You met in a café where he forgot his wallet on the counter and you were the customer waiting next-in-line who ran after him. Simon most definitely insisted to buy you coffee as a thanks (but in reality he was just taken aback by your looks because he found you very pretty) (full fic: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley: How You Met)

You found it unusual why the bottom half of his face was hidden behind a mask but Simon was a stranger to you at that time so you didn't presume to ask

Because he is so shy and reserved at first, after asking you out for a few coffees, you presumed he was just very grateful and did not know when to stop showing it, or he just wanted to be friends. Your 'dates' were very pleasant but you found yourself doing most of the talking and learning very little of Simon

But when he walked you home that night, an angry car rushed by and Simon pushed you behind him, even though you were both standing on the pavement, as if a tank was coming at you not a car whooshing down the street

"Are you okay?" he asked and took your face into his calloused hands. The caring you saw in his eyes was not one of gratitude nor mere friendship-in-the-making. His heart was racing and his lips were parted and you could hardly imagine a man of his stature and career to be afraid of anything. But apparently, Simon was afraid of you getting hurt

Afterwards, Ghost walked you home and insisted you stay on the inner side of the pavement whilst he held your hand (this is something he did not insist on although his secure grip suggested otherwise)

You suddenly realized as you saw him so deep in thought that Simon was a man of few words but many actions

You smiled to yourself and squeezed his hand as you caressed your thumb across his. Simon woke from his thought, his eyes widened and just a glimpse of blush crept to his unshaven cheeks from behind the mask

Also some little things you would find out about Ghost; he does not like animals much (because of his father) but he does find cats and dogs very therapeutic and if he had the chance, he would adopt both (but he can't because he is away a lot because of work)

You also learned that Simon likes his coffee black with one sugar but he prefers tea

He is also an occasional smoker; it used to help with his anxiety but when he learns you're not a big fan of kissing smokers, Simon keeps his habit to a minimum

He likes Marlboro Reds because they're pretty strong but he also smoked Davidoff Classics for a while

Simon's favourite colours are earthy red (like terra cotta), sage green and pale dark blue

He is a very light sleeper; the smallest unnatural noise wakes him

Simon is also an early birth rather than a night owl; he likes to go to bed pretty early and also wakes up almost with the dawn - he likes quiet mornings with a cigarette and a cup of British tea; the only thing better, in Simon's opinion, is when you're there with him

Bonus: How I personally imagine what Ghost looks like

Simon has a mixture of brown and ginger hair although his beard is entirely the latter. I think his standard hairstyle is a military cut but when he is off duty, he lets it grow a bit longer

His cheeks are unshaven the majority of the time so that the scars are not as visible

Ghost's eyes are pale blue, grey sometimes, although they were nearly aquamarine when he was a baby

Also, I think Ghost has a bit of natural undereye circles which make him look perpetually tired

His left forearm is entirely covered in tattoos reaching even past his elbow. The images are mainly motives of warfare and military but deep down they're a representation of Simon's life

Obviously, Ghost is very tall (about 6'2 or 6'3) and muscular; also a bit of a big boy <3

[chososlittlecrybaby]

IGURO OBANAI X TSUGUKO READER !¡

Warning contents: Rough sex , biting , choking , spitting , pussy eating , degrading , manhandling , pussy slapping , hair pulling , back shots .

Word count: 2.6k

Summary- Being Iguro’s tsuguko was very draining to say the least. The training was rough and exhausting but you can’t really complain because you chose this course for your life. You’ve been sick of his treatment so you decide to skip training for a bit and go hang out with Tengen.

“Obanai that shit hurts!” You yelled, holding your arm. “You can’t expect to be a hashira and you’re complaining about me hitting you in the arm?” Obanai said, staring daggers at you. “Okay but still! Go easy.” You whined. “Do you think demons are going to go easy on you?” Obanai walked up closer to you.

“Whatever.” You simply said, before getting back into position.

Every day you still think about why you wanted to be Obanai’s tsuguko. His training is so brutal his last ‘tsugukos’ quit. He was a great teacher but he doesn’t know how to hold back. Its been 4 months since I took the position on. Those last 4 months have been hell.

You take a deep breath trying to focus on your total concentration breathing. Then out of no where your face met the ground. “WHAT THE FUCK” You yelled getting up rubbing your forehead. “You need to be quick and persistent.” He said, blankly.

It was only going to take one more drop of sweat for you to snap. You got up off the ground and immediately fell back down on one knee. You suddenly felt liquid run down your face and touched it. You pulled your hand back and seen blood on your finger tips. You looked up at obanai and down at your hand.

“shit” is all you could mutter before you fell limp and passed out.

You woke up in the butterfly mansion with Tanjiro beside your bed. “What happened?” You asked sitting up, letting the covers fall off your shoulders. “You passed out and Mr. Obanai brought you here, but didn’t stay because it’s not that serious” You felt a pang in your heart and you felt tears beginning to spill.

You clutched the sheets and tried to hold back the tears. Plastering a smile on your face. “Oh okay!” You began, lips trembling. “Well im fine now so! You can hurry on ahead. Just let Lady Koucho know im up please!” You said while turning towards other side of the bed getting ready to get up. Your feet dangling off the bed. Your back is towards Tanjiro. “Also let Master Obanai know I wont be back for a few days.”

“Okay sure! Have a well rested recovery Y/n!!” Tanjiro said.

Lady Koucho came in the room and inspected you to make sure that you were okay. As soon as she said you were ready to go, she made some recovering tea.

You finished the tea and got dressed in your regular corps uniform which was very similar to kanao’s.

“Bye lady kochou. Ill come back again if anything seems wrong. You waved at her and left the butterfly estate. You knew at around these times Obanai and Muichiro were patrolling the area so you decided to grab a couple of stuff from Obanais mansion like clothes, and made your way to tengens mansion.

“I can’t believe I was so hurt by what he said. I’m hoping to God that Tanjiro was just lying. but then again he’s so bad at lying, and hates it.” You complained to Tengens muscle mice. you sighed trying to figure out why on earth were you talking to animals. “You know this is kinda creepy right?” Makio said. “I know, I just need to rant. Thanks for letting me stay here.” You said, bowing your head.

“Its fine! We understand what you’re going through and you can stay as long as you want!” Hinatsuru said, popping up our of no where, placing a hand on Makio’s shoulder.

Tears started to form and you immediately started blinking and wiping them from your face. “I appreciate it so much.”

The last 4 days Tengen has trained your total concentration breathing and ways to move more efficient and faster. You were getting ready to go to bed when you felt something slithering up your leg. “GAH WHAT IS THAT” You shrieked, Suma and Makio coming in the room to see whats wrong.

“IS THAT A SNAKE” Suma yelled, hiding behind Makio. When you took a closer look at the snake you could tell that it belonged to the Serpent pillar. “Kaburamaru? Why are you here..” A frown appeared on your face. He slithered his tongue and looked in the direction of the corner in the room.

There he was. Obanai was there. A menacing glare staring at you. Your heart rate started to increase and it felt hot. “Lets go.” He said with utter venom in his voice.

“I-I uh..” You stammered. “It wasn’t a question. Lets go.” He said grabbing you by your arm. “I have to go guys tell tengen and hinatsuru ill be back tomorrow to get my stuff!” you yelled, waving by at them. Watching kaburamaru slither back onto obanai’s neck.

We were finally away from the mansion and on your way to his. “master o-obanai that hurts.” “Do you think I care?” He said still focused ahead of him. “You seem to want to take the initiative on leaving?” Obanai said, tightening his grip. “You missed four days of training. That sets us back.” He said, gritting through his teeth. He was so angry.

“Tengen trained me on total concentration and speeding up my movements.” You said, wincing. “So? Do you really think thats what makes me mad? Don’t be dense.”

“Well I wouldn’t have left if you didn’t treat me like shit.” You said making him stop. “what?” He said, sounding genuinely confused. “Maybe if you stop pointing out my flaws and motivated me, sugar coating what im doing wrong then maybe JUST MAYBE. I wouldn’t have left. You couldn’t even stay with me at the butterfly estate, HELL you couldn’t even visit me. Do you know how painful it is when somebody tells you that your own trainer doesn’t give a fuck about you?” You yelled, running out of breath. “Let go of me!” You attempted to snatch your arm away, failing.

Tears started falling. Your heart was shattered. “You know.. I get where you are coming from. Have once have you ever tried to get to know me?” he said, anger filling in. “PLENTY OBANAI. I have tried to converse with you many times, asked you questions like what your favorite color or food was. You shut me down every time! I hate you” You fell on your knees. The arm obanai was holding still in the air because of his grasp on it. He got down on his knees to level with you. He gripped your face with his hand.

“Im not one to share my feelings with. I have issues with that. Expressing them is a fear that I have. so if I made you feel some type of way, im sorry.” Obanai said. His gaze softening. “Now come on so we can go home.”

The walk home was less awkward but the sexual tension was definitely there. You didn’t think that things would go far with you and obanai.

“Fuck! Iguro please!” You yelled, gripping his hair. His tongue lapping at your clit. He stuck two fingers into you and starting moving in a scissoring motion. “Iguro please its too much!” You yelled. He was dragging a third orgasm out of you. 30 minutes of him just eating your pussy and your legs are a shaking mess. tears rolling down your brown skin. “You need to stop moving. Its making it hard for me to go deeper.” He lowly said. Just then, the sound of his voice made you cum right then and there.

He pulled his fingers out of your cunt and licked his cum coated fingers. Your chest lifted up and down as you tried to catch your breath. “turn over.” He said, flipping you over onto your stomach and pulling your hips up.

He slapped his dick on your ass before sliding it in. Snaking his arms around your waist to slap your pussy. You cry out in pain and pleasure. “Fuck, im surprised you didnt let Tengen fuck you.” He said, sliding in and out of your cunt.

“Well, you probably went there to be a slut, but it didn’t quite work out for you huh?” He said, rubbing harsh circles on your pussy. “T-Thats not true!” You gasped.

“Shut up.” He said, pulling your hair, your back meeting with his chest. “Next time im going to fuck you with your corps uniform on. Its going to make you look more like a whore than you already are.” He said , wrapping his arm around your waist.

It came to the point that the pleasure was too much. You attempted to scoot away since he had his arm wrapped around you. “Stop running and take it.” He said harshly, slapping in between your inner thighs. A red spot forming on your tanned skin.

“O-obanai, go slower!” You reached behind you scratching at his neck. Obanai slowly raised his head down to your shoulder biting your shoulder. Breaking skin. “you taste amazing.” He said, licking at the blood.

“You’re trembling.” He said, blankly. “It feels so good.” You mumbled out. Something in him snapped. He felt a wave of possession wash over him.“Say it again. Say it.” He said. Snapping his hips into you, reaching your cervix causing you to spasm. “Iguro, it feels so good!” You yelled out. “Yeah im making you feel good. I better not catch somebody else fucking this pussy. Im going to make sure that this pretty pussy remembers my dick and its shape.” Obanai said hitting deeper parts. A white ring started to form around obanais dick.

“Awee look at that. This pussy is holding onto me for dear life.” He said, slapping your clit a couple times and then rubbing it. A whole bunch of pleases came out of your mouth before you felt something unfamiliar forming.

Obanai kept rubbing your pussy until you finally let go. Your pussy started spasming around his dick. Obanai let out a chuckle that turned into a hysterical laugh. “I got you to squirt.” He said, looking at his hand with your juices on them. His long tongue licked a stripe up his hand. “oh thats perfect.” He said, eyes rolling back at your taste.

“please tell me you’re done..” You said , drained. “We could be, but I still want to cum.” He said, putting a fake pout on his face. He began Thrusting into you again. You jerking with every thrust. He let out breathy moans and some occasional “fucks”

“ah.. fuck” He said, cumming deep inside you. Letting out a low groan.

“Fuck.. you.” You said out of breath. He pulled out and flipped you on your back. Grabbing your throat and prying your mouth open. “Take what I give you.” He said before spitting in your mouth. You’re eyes went wide. “Swallow it.” You obeyed like the perfect tsuguko you were. “Mhm thats right.” He said, looking at you with his different colored eyes. “You’re so beautiful mama.” He said before collapsing onto you. Leaving you a heated mess.

OHH MY GODDDD!! I FOUND THIS SO FREAKING ENTERTAINING WHILE WRITING BC SJESHVDHSJSN OWMEHEMsfndlslaoaJSHWJ OBANAI SUPREMACY

[mushies-stories]

Bounty: Bathtime

(part 1) part 2!

Kakuzu X Reader X Hidan

Summary: Hidan's a tease and Kakuzu takes you to the bath.

Warnings: Smut, Fingering, teasing, female reader.

Smut below

Turning the water on you looking at yourself in the mirror, not surprised to see that your hair was a mess. Rinsing your hands and scrubbing the crusted blood from your lip and chin you made an attempt at fixing up your hair. You took your time doing everything else in the bathroom before meeting the masochist in the hallway.

Heading back in the same direction Hidan led you into the room next to the one you woke up in. the moment you stepped in a loud gasp startled Hidan. He turned to see you flinging yourself to the ground. “My bag!” You exclaimed in shocked excitement.

“Yeah well, the old man figured you probably had some good kind of cash on ya so I brought it with.” He said, taking the spot next to you on the floor. One leg one stretched while the other crossed under him flat on the floor. He leaned back on one arm as he watched you riffle through the bag.

It looked like everything was there. Hairbrush, extra clothes, the thought of Hidan seeing your panties sent a chill through you. He was probably a total perv about it too. Money missing as expected and your books… your steamy romance books. You just hoped Hidan was too dumb to be able to even read. Pleased that you had at least most of your things you felt a little better. Not much but at least you have something to do while you figure out a way to get away from the pair of bounty hunters.

“By the way.” Hidan started slowly. “Those books of yours.” Your head snapped to see a crooked grin creeping on the devil man's face. “They're pretty dirty, aren't they? Does the princess fantasies about being fucked stupid like those princesses in your books?” Once again, your face was beginning to feel hot. You didn't know how to respond, because you don't exactly read those books for the plot but… that's not something he needed to know! The grin grew wider and more devilish than before. “Oh sweet girl.” He cooed and repositioned himself so he could hook an arm under your legs, the other tightly around your lower back, bringing you to sit across his lap.

Your arms came up to sprawl across his chest, unsure of his motives and exactly what he was planning to do. “Hidan, what are you doing?” you asked, looking up at him with knitted brows.

Still cradling your back, he brought his free hand up to rest on your hip, his fingers fidgeted with the hem of your shirt. “Has anyone ever touched you like the men in one of your dirty little books?” His voice was menacing and teasing and his crimson eyes looking at you like you were his next meal and he was a starving animal.

“I don't see how that would concern you in the slightest.” You turned your head to the side, not wanting to look at him. You didn't know what was happening but his hands, even though they were just holding you, felt… well they didn't feel disgusting is all you could compromise with in your head. Truthfully his hands holding you so close to him was making your pussy tingle.

Hidan smirked to himself, seeing how easily flustered you got. “It’s not.” he agreed. “But I’d like to make it my concern.” The words left his mouth as his head began to nuzzle into the side of your neck. He places a soft delicate kiss to the side of your neck causing you to take in a sharp breath.

Then he nipped you, gently but enough to cause you to let out a soft yelp and grip his cloak. “Hidan.” You wanted it to sound like a warning but instead sounded more confused. Unsure if you really wanted him to stop.

You could feel his devilish smirk against your skin as his teeth grazed the spot below your ear and gripped your hip in one hand. Your eyes fluttered and struggled to stay open as he traveled down your neck, kissing and biting softly until he reached the hem of your shirt. The hand on your hip slowly traveled under the bottom of your shirt. You shuddered in his hold when his tongue slid back up the length of your neck before biting harsher this time and sucking in the same spot. Your back arched into his touch and you gripped his cloak even tighter as a shaky moan escaped you.

You almost didn't want him to stop, whatever he was doing was making your stomach do flip flops and your heart was racing but this wasn't the time and Hidan… Well frankly he could kill you.

You started to wiggle around in his lap, pushing at his chest. “Let me go!” You demanded, voice wavering a little. “Don't touch me you pervert!” wiggling around seemed to help because Hidan released his hold on you and let you tumble away from him. You sat across from him on the ground and watched him with pointed eyes. “Stay over there.” you demanded.

“Yes princesses.” Hidan mocked, he laid back with his arms behind his head and closed his eyes. “Man, no wonder Kakuzu ran off, if he can’t fuck a brat up, especially one who is so pure? What's the point.” He said more to himself than to you. “Almost forgot, here.” He tossed you the jar of ointment before laying back down with his eyes closed. “Put that on.”

Kakuzu you thought, so that was his name. Now you know both names to curse for your troubles. You opened the container and looked at the green jell, then closed it. The last thing you wanted was to heal faster.

You fell into an unforgettable silence, well at least for you. Hidan almost seemed like he was taking a nap. His eyes had been closed for a while and he hadn't said anything stupid or pervy, his chest was moving up and down in a calm rhythm. You could even hear how deep his breathing had gotten. He had fallen asleep! You looked at the door, would it wake him up?

It was worth a shot you thought. Standing quietly, you tiptoed to the door. Sliding it open slowly so it didn't make a noise you slowly entered the hallway, careful not to take your eyes off of the sleeping devil. You slowly slid the door closed and let out a relieved sigh, safe. Turning in the direction you thought was an exit you came face to face or rather face to torso with a mass of black and red clouds. As soon as you made eye contact with who you now knew was Kakuzu staring down at you with knitted brows, the door slid open and a tired Hidan rubbing his eye was wasting in the doorway.

“Hidan, you couldn't even manage to watch her for a few hours?” He growled more than asked.

“Hey, I was watching her! I just fell asleep and I heard her leave so what's the big deal? She's still here, see.” he defended himself and gestured to where you clearly stood.

“The point is that she managed to make it out of the room in the first place. She looks unharmed for the most part at least.” He did note, you looked fine, better than before at least.

Feeling brave since Kakuzu hasn't said anything to you about what you did you felt the urge to butt in. “nu’uh! Hidan groped me and acted like a pervert!” You told Kakuzu, well tattled to Kakuzu. He let out an almost defeated sigh.

“Hey, it’s not my fault you’ve never been touched by a man and you almost didn't stop me.” He bit back. “Bet your little panties are soaked right now with the thought of me fu-”

“Shut up! Stupid asshole!” you shouted before he could finish his sentence.

“Alright that's enough, Hidan fuck off to your own room.” He shot Hidan with a glare of dismissal. “And you are staying in with me and your going to shut the fuck up.” he grabbed a handful of your hair, not exactly pulling but keeping a firm grip and guided you to his room.

You could hear Hidan laughing maniacally. “Goodnight princess, and good luck!”

Dragging you into his room Kakuzu shut the door behind him and tossed you to the floor. “Sit there and don't make a noise.” He commanded, irritation in his voice.

You shook your head in understanding and sat with your hands in your lap. That was for about five minutes before you got bored and remembered how dirty you were. You crawled over on all fours to where the hunter sat looking over his notebook. “Hey, Kakuzu.” you said to get his attention. He turned his head to see a cheeky grin plastered on your face. “I know your name now Kakuzu.” You repeated his name with emphasis.

“That so? Now you know who to beg to stop if you get into any more trouble.” His eyes bore holes into your own, a warning that he very well meant.

You ignored his glaring eyes and crawled even closer. “I need to take a bath, like, right now.” You tell him.

“Tomorrow.” He tells you.

You frown. “No tonight! Look at how dirty I am.” you demanded, sitting back on your knees and crossing your arms.

You really did amaze him. Even being held hostage you are acting like a spoiled brat. Kakuzu thought a moment before simply just giving in to the reasonably small demands compared to letting you go. “Fine.” He said and stood, setting his notebook on the small table that sat against the side wall.

You looked up at him amazed that he gave in so easily. “Really? Fine?” You confirmed, now standing in front of the man excited.

“Yeah.” He unzipped his cloak and let it slide down his board torso and tossed it over the table. His arms had black stitching all over, in fact it looked like most of his body was covered in them. Without the cloak you could see how truly defined his muscles were. He could break you in half, split you in two. Your face heats up as you observe the towering man, distracted for a reason you didn't understand. “Ready? Or did you want to stare at me a bit longer?” He said, bringing you out of your haze.

You cleared your throat and nodded your head, “ready, let's go.” you were so embarrassed now that he caught you staring at him it took you a moment to realize he was going too. You froze in place. “Wait, not ‘let’s’ as in together, right?” You questioned.

“That's exactly what I mean.” He said dully. “Or I can make Hidan go with you?” He offered.

“No way! You're both perverts!” You shout. “I want to sit in the hot spring by myself! Not with a pervy old man looking at me.” You whined and crossed your arms.

In an instant Kakuzu had your chin crushed between his fingers, forcing you to look up at him. “Listen here little brat, you’ll take your bath, i will supervise and then you will keep your fuckin mouth shut, okay?” Kakuzu growled, eyes narrowed. A shiver ran up your spine. You didn't feel the pain he was supposed to be causing but you could feel the way his voice made your core ache; this was bad you thought. You shook your head as much as his hold would allow. “Good girl, let’s go.” He let his hold on you go, giving you a final warning stare before heading for the bath.

You thankfully remembered your bag in Hidan's room and were able to grab your other set of clothes beforehand. You got out of your dirty clothes and covered yourself with a towel before Kakuzu could even get his pants off. You almost ran to the spring before slipping into the warm water. You almost completely forget where you were and what was happening once the warm liquid filled all your senses. Closing your eyes and laying your head back against the rock you let out a content exhale.

“Everything you hoped for princess?” Kakuzu mused and startled you back to the real world as he stepped into the steaming water, towel tied just enough around his waist. The stitches did go along his whole body and his mask wasn’t on so you could see his full face. More stitching came from the corners of his mouth. You didn't really know what to expect but whatever it was it wasn't supposed to make your tummy do summersaults.

You rolled your eyes and ignored him, tiling your head back to the night sky. It had been a long day and sitting in a hot bath was just what you needed. Nearly naked bounty hunter regardless.

You sat in awkward silence for a while before you looked back at the man, his head leaned back and his eyes closed, relaxed. The water only came up to about halfway up his stomach, leaving the rest for your eyes to wander over. Your eyes scanned his body as you got lost in thought. Thoughts about his massive hands that dangle from the edge. Thoughts about them touching you. Your head swirled from the mixture of heat around you and your own dirty thoughts, you hadn’t noticed Kakuzu had opened an eye to check on you and saw the misty look in your eyes as you stared at his practically naked body. Your thighs subconsciously rub together.

“And what is it that you find so fascinating?” His voice had you snapping back to reality in a second. He was looking at you, smirk tugging at the corner of his stitched mouth.

You fumbled over words to form an excuse but could manage to form a whole sentence, face heating up in embarrassment you decided that it was easier to fully ignore the man. You turned completely around and rested arms and head on the ledge. Fully facing away from the taunting monster. Maybe if you just don't talk he will completely forget about you staring at him and let it all go, after all he was much more reasonable than Hidan, right?

Or not so reasonable, the sound and movement of water was heard from behind you. Before you could turn around Kakuzu was leaning over you with his arms caging you in on both sides. He spoke beside your ear, gravely and demanding. “Don't ignore me princess, I wasn't the one staring was i?” His words made you shudder. “Now turn around and tell me what you were thinking about.”

You shook your head, refusing him. With a click of his tongue, you almost felt afraid, but he wouldn't hurt you, he can't leave any marks.

You felt something on your arms, you looked, and it was a little black… tendrils? “Wha…what are these?” you asked, backing away from the edge but only further into Kakuzu's chest. They slide up your shoulders and around your neck, avoiding your hands when you try to pull them away. They came from an open stitch in Kakuzu's arm. Not knowing how to feel about that. When they stopped slithering you could still breathe. Slowly they forced you to turn and look up at the towering man whose arms continued to box you in. “Kakuzu?” you looked up at him with pleading eyes. Pleading for what you weren't even sure, the tendrils didn't hurt but they felt strange and controlling, just like his red and green eyes that didn't need any help to keep you in place. His smirk grew wider. “What happened to the little brat? Get all hot and bothered and don't know what to do about it?” He mocked you. “If you ask nicely, you can cum on my fingers.” A large hand came to ghost across your lower back before it was planted on your hip, towel being the only thing keeping him from fully touching you.

A gasp left you as he gripped your hip in a firm hold, pulling you closer so you really had to strain to look up at him. “Kakuzu… what are.. What do you think you're saying.” you tried to bring back that fire, attitude but it sizzled out fast when a gruff laugh rumbled in his chest, sending more waves of need to your pussy.

Slowly the tendrils untangle from your neck and slide back into Kakuzu's arm. His free arm came to touch the marks Hidan had managed to leave earlier. “Hidan wasted no time, did he make you feel good? Didn't want him to stop and now you're rubbing your thighs together, so needy you lost your attitude.” He chuckled at the soft whine you gave him. His words were making your head spin, or maybe it was just the steam, yeah, the steam. Still, you could feel just how wet your pussy was. “Alright. C’mer.” He said, turning you both in a half circle so he could sit against the ledge, pulling you into his lap with your legs straddling his hips, hands landed on his chest to keep yourself steady.

“Kakuzu what are you doing?!” you yelped as your core came into contact with his cock that was still covered, barely, by the towel. You didn't even know if he was hard or if he was just that big, but it almost pulled a needy whine from you.

Hands came to hold the sides of your thighs, keeping you still and pressed down on his lap. “I told you, if you ask nicely, I'll let you cum on my fingers. But if you don't ask, then I'll let your needy little pussy suffer. You can consider it a punishment for being such a brat earlier.” He said, one hand sliding between your legs and teasing you with one finger.

A wave of pleasure you'd never felt before washed over your entire body. Your mouth fell open onto a soft ‘o’ shape and your eyes fluttered when his finger slid through your folds.

“Dirty brat, soaked already and I've hardly even touched you.” He teased, watched as you struggled to keep from moaning as his finger worked your clit. Eyes not focused on his chest as you tried to keep them open. Sliding to you hole he watched as your chest heaved and a whiney moan escaped past your parted lips as his finger slid into you.

Kakuzu didn't know what it was, but the sight of you falling apart over one finger made his cock twitch. Maybe it was because you were so obviously touched-starved and being the one to corrupt the pure princess was thrilling in a way.

You couldn't manage to keep the moans in when he began to slowly pump his thick digit into your light hole. Adding another finger had you gasping at the stretch, your head fell back and your eyes closing. “Feel good princess?” He asked. When you didn't answer, lost in your own pleasure he brought the hand still holding your waist to wrap around your throat just enough to force your head back to look up at him. Your eyes opened enough to be able to make out his face through the fog in your head. “I asked you a question, brat.” his stare commanding.

“Y-yes!” you managed to choke out as his fingers never stopped pumping into you.

With a smirk he curled his fingers and drank in the breathy noises you made for him. “Good girl.” the heel of his palm pushed into your clit, creating a whole new sensation that had you clenching around his fingers. Your hand wrapped around the one holding you in place. His pace quickened and with the added pressure you were lost to him. Hips jerking into his hand, breathing uneven and holding onto him for grounding. You felt something, the same slithery feeling as before. His tendrils came up to wrap securely around your hips and things, keeping your legs apart and hips in place.

That feeling of heat that was slowly building simmered out when he slowed down and pulled his palm back. Pumping into you so lazily you couldn't help the pathetic whine that was ripped from you. You looked at him, eyes pleading with the tiniest hint of a pout on your lips. Hips jerking against your restraints to try and find some kind of release.

“Poor baby, so close but you didn't ask, you know what you have to do.” he teased, curling his fingers into your sweet spot. You could barely focus as you looked at him through lidded eyes. “Do you want me to make your tight pussy cum? Need my fingers to make you feel good princess?” He coaxed you, fingers still slowly pumping into you.

Princess, you might not really be one but having a man like Kakuzu do these things to you and calling you that nickname made your cunt clench around his fingers, begging for them to fill you up. “Please, Kakuzu pl-eaase. I want to-mmhg I want you to make me cum.” You manage to get out through shaky breaths. A satisfied smirk played at the corners of his mouth as his fingers picked up pace once again. He held you in place by your throat, making sure he could see every face you made when he curled into the sweet bundle in your tight hole. Your cries and moans grow as his palm comes back down to grind into your now overly sensitive clit. “Kakuz-aah! Feels so go-od!” you cried, pussy fluttering and sucking his fingers in with every thrust and your breathing becomes sporadic.

“Being such a good girl, pussy taking my fingers so well. Need to cum? He asked, looking at you and expecting an answer. The only one you were able to give now was an incoherent sob that sounded like a yes, mostly, and a nod of your head. “Go ahead, cum on my hand.” He pumped into you faster and grinded his palm harder, sending you right over the edge.

Eyes screwing shut your body shook as the high crashed into you with no warning. Your moans louder now and lewder than before were like music to Kakuzu's ears, but he also knew there were some people staying here so he pulled you into a sloppy kiss. Tongue forcing it way into your mouth as he took full dominance of it, eating your sounds as you rode out your high. He let go of your lips at the same time he pulled his fingers from you constricting pussy, a soft whine leaving you at the empty feeling he left behind. He took his hand off your throat and let you catch your breath as you continued to hold onto him, head spinning.

“Alright, I think you'd had a long enough bath.” He said, tendrils pulling from your body before you could register what was happening. Kakuzu lifted you into his arms bridal style and began to get out of the water.

“I can walk on my own, you know.” you tried to tell him, but your voice even sounded shaky still.

“I'm sure, but I don't want to hear you start yelling when I laugh at you for falling if I let you.” He stated.

Once you were back in the changing room, he set you down on the bench and turned away to get dressed. You followed and grabbed your own close, face still bright red and pussy still tingling. What… just happened you thought. This was going to be an interesting next few days if you're going to have to be with these two.

[theholypeanut]

Being besties with Hiori, Kurona and Niko

Content: Fem!reader, Headcanon that Niko, Kurona and Hiori are same age, school au, mentioning of Shidou, Otoya, JJK and Merge Mansion (it’s a mess I know)

- You were friends with Kurona first, bc he has the best social skills

- He saw you sleeping in between classes one day, and you overslept the bell for next period, so he woke you up.

- Still half asleep, you looked at him and said “damn your hair are so pretty”

- He flustered and that’s how great friendship began

- Because Niko and Hiori were also in football club, and all of you were in the same class, you started eating lunch together

- All of them felt rather odd bc they were not the type to hang around girls, especially Niko, he’d blush whenever you say anything to you

- Kurona regularly braids your hair on lunch breaks, and he got so invested he learned different braiding styles and he experiments daily bc your hair are longer than his

- Need to put your hair up in the ponytail on PE lessons? No: u gonna have the prettiest braids in the entire gym

- After you get comfortable with Niko and Hiori, you guys are totally a ride or die

- You and Niko exchange mangas to each other and watch new anime episodes while being on discord, so u can comment live

- Sometimes Hiori and Kurona join, while Hiori just plays games and listens, and Kurona is studying and listens, bc without context it’s also very funny

- With Hiori you play video games but he is way too good in this

- The only game u have any chances with Hiori are the lamest phone games like Merge Mansion and he is still somehow better??

- One time both you and Niko had puffed eyes at school, and when Kurona asked what happened, you started to explain JJK KFC break up

- You are very protective of your friends, so if you ever hear anyone talking shit about them, you are ready to fight

- You always tease Hiori that he is the prettiest of all of you

- Some senpai confessed to Hiori thinking he was a tomboy, and you will remind him about it until he’ll die

- Kurona is the softest and the nicest of all of you and he is always just happy to spend time with his friends

- You always enjoy listening to him talking about sharks and you’d go with him to aquarium several times

- Whenever you mention that some guy from their football team is hot, Niko straight away says “yeah but he is a dick, don’t” (especially if you have your eyes on Shidou or Otoya)

- They won’t say it out loud but they are afraid if you’d start to date one of the more popular football guys, you’d forget about them (insecure squad, but they love u so much)

- Every week you ask Niko to allow Kurona to braid his bangs but Niko refuses every time (but u won’t give up)

- You all suck on PE, and you always mock them how they made it to football team if outside of that they act like a bunch of nerds (but then they mock you back that you don’t even play football, just suck, and they are not wrong)

- You have study sessions together with lots of snacks and soft anime music playing in the background

- You have three great listeners whenever you need to vent, and they all have your back, because they are the best

- This friends are treasure and a bunch of keepers, and you sometimes get sad thinking they will get girlfriends and you already miss them

- “Bro before any of us get a girlfriend there’s gonna be a while lol” Hiori on discord after listening to your crying hormonal rant

- “You’d better”

By slowlyholypeanut - don’t steal, give credit

Btw I do play lame Merge Mansion and Hiori would totally be better than me

Here a bonus smau regarding jjk (spoilers!)

[rayshippouuchiha]

...

Okay, Rey, I'll bite. What's the hood surfing incident?

Honestly? Stupidity.

But it was fun at the time and no one was majorly injured so it all worked out.

SO! Let's set the scene:

1.) Be younger me

Always a trial.

2.) Live in the Southern US in an area where there's nothing to fucking do and everything in the nearest town closes at like 9-10pm at the latest.

Highly unrecommended and yet I still live here.

3.) Have a friend group made up pretty much entirely of teenage boys

You're already halfway to disaster with this factor alone.

So we were all gathered, it was late, we were bored, and I live on a road that doesn't really get a lot of passerby traffic.

One of us decides that "hey we should totally fuck around with the car a bit" and like the bored idiots we all were we all agreed.

Which of course ends up translating to: Let's drive up and down this straight stretch riding on the hood of this car!

A fun and idiotic activity that I wouldn't recommend anyone try. Ever.

Which, after a while, then translated to: Let's two of us ride on the hood of this car while the driver heads directly towards the others to see who can flip/jump over a moving car.

Which was, to be completely honest, really fucking fun to watch the guys do since I, as the only girl and someone who didn't/doesn't flip in general, sure as fuck wasn't gonna do that. Ah yes, my one concession to sense was to be a permanent hood ornament in this situation.

So it's all going swimmingly. They're showing off, getting flashy, screaming out made-up jutsu bullshit cause we're all also a bunch of anime nerds.

Then our tallest member decides to take another run.

Only this time he miscalculates and doesn't get enough lift.

He clears the nose of the car and has to plant a hand on the roof to stabilize himself.

I on the other hand end up taking a knee directly to the forehead at some speed.

I woke up about 15 seconds later splayed out on the hood of this car with a bunch of teenage boys petting my hair and freaking out while begging me to wake up.

To which I, of course, throw both hands up touch-down style all "I lived bitches".

In the end I was surprisingly concussion free so after a few minutes I was fine and we all ended up walking down to the bridge where I gave a semi-lecture about star constellations and mythology and then we listened to the things in the swamp bump and scurry around.

Honestly, looking back? I'm really surprised any of us managed to live long enough for our brains to finish rising.

[pomstr4wberr]

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍓 INLOVE WITH THE KNIGHT꒱♡ ⌎ ˊᗜˋ

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍭 ꒰ GN reader - they/them ꒱♡ ⌎

୧ ‧₊˚ 🥛 ꒰ Fluff/kinda angsty??꒱♡ ⌎ ˊᗜˋ

NOTE : Silver x Reader [so reader is married to malleus, but inlove with Silver] It's kinda implied with angst??? Silver feels bad (I love malleus too but gonna show love to Silver. <3)

MARRIED TO him, it wasn't bad, but you didn't love him. You felt trouble that you were married to the dragon prince, Malleus.

He was sweet, but he didn't belong in your heart. You wished you were brave enough to say no.

You were sad at the fact that he was so sweet towards you, you felt so o' trouble when you feel inllive the silver haired knight.

He was sleepy but he was so beautiful, he had helped you i mean of course he did he is a knight after all but it felt different when he did help you with stuff.

You didn't feel that way towards the other knights but only him, you couldn't help but fall inlove with him.

You would look outside the windows staring at him train, even though it is very creepy to watch someone through the window.

You would go outside the palace when he would be asleep. It was a beautiful moment, his lovely face and his lovely hair. You did woke him up because it was weird to see you married to Malleus standing over watching a knight sleeping. Totally smitten was weird.

Today is the day, as he fell asleep once again. You walked over to him and sat down near him. His aura was calming. It was a nice feeling. You felt like you belonged there, it felt warming and love.

You look over to him and smile.

"Silver, wake up. It's time to train" you let out a chuckle as he didn't move until a few seconds later. He was slightly moving around just barely.

You just smiled and heard a sound. You turn your head and saw some animals. You smiled and waited for the animals.

You noticed the animals would stay with him while he was sleeping. You couldn't blame the animals, you would stay with him as well.

He had a good feeling aura, you were jealous by the animals. So carefree and aren't scared to go to Silver, staying around here...

You sighed and turned to wake up silver once again, well trying to do so. Before you do a loud voice is heard.

"SILVER!" The loud voice could only be from the loud mouth green haired knight. He would compliment Malleus very much. He seemed to idolized Malleus very much.

Malleus was like the older brother, and Sebek would be the younger borher who idolized his older brother or role model.

Though he could be annoying, his loud voice would hurt your ears. You were glad that he didn't scream into your ears. You would be deaf.

Sebek bounced you and bowed down. "HELLO! SPOUSE OF WAKA-SAMA!" There was the reminder again. Married to him, and it pained to hear the name spouse of Malleus.

You just smiled and waved to Sebek. "Why, hello, Sebek?" He bowed down once again. "EXCUSE ME, BUT I HAVE TO WAKE UP HIM FOR TRAINING!" It was obvious he was talking about silver. You noticed that it was a one-sided rival we.l that seemed like to you about Silver and Sebek.

You just nodded and left. Maybe one day you can finally be brave enough to divorce Malleus and confess your feelings to Silver.

You can only hope that it can go well...

[averygayplant]

Ninjago hcs because I'm gay and sad-

Post-Seabound hc! Jay spent a few months alone as a sailor following vague sightings and leads on Nya as the water dragon. After his first and last close call in a storm that threw him overboard (in which he's secretly convinced a ✨certain somebody✨ intervened in his near demise), Jay woke up alive somehow on the shore of the lighthouse island and decided there and then that he was done looking.

^As an add on to this, when they went looking for him in crystallized, they had to track down Ronin, as he was the last person to have radio contact with Jay. They teamed up to find Nya because Ronin is a morally grey, personally driven man of ambiguity who respected Nya quite a bit and Jay was fully desperate enough to take him on his word. (Shh, I know he was in prison okay, he totally got himself out within a few days, he's slippery)

Lloyd had to redistinguish his own fears and reflexes after Morro. For a while, he'd flinch at the sound of sloshing water or if anything splashed on him without him expecting it and nearly walked off of tall places without thinking several times- gave the others a heart attack every time he did.

A lot of Lloyd's underlying Oni traits manifested after Crystalized- including the capability to purr, which now happens any time someone runs their fingers through his hair long enough.

United hc- Jay started a Sonic Underground style musical glamrock rebellion against Imperium oppression after getting flung in the merge, and has been rock and rolling ever since (if you want to be nice to our poor boys Cole got flung with him and now they rock and roll together)

I've said this one before but idc I'm fucking right; Zane has a collection of onsies, most of them being snow based animals. His favorite is the snow leopard one (he lets Pixal borrow them frequently)

Jay is genderqueer, so while he/him pronouns are generally preferred, occasionally being referred to with she/her and as 'Nya's wife' is extremely validating.

I've said this one before too but you can fight me, I'm still right- Kai hates large bodies of water, but he loves the rain, and has gotten himself deathly ill frolicking autistically in it on multiple occasions.

When Pixal started dreaming, she was quite confused, and went to Zane, slightly concerned that her memory had been corrupted some how. After a little investigation he realized she'd had her first dream and got more excited than a puppy at the prospect of walkies- accidentally forgetting to explain what was so exciting to Pixal for another twenty minutes.

Lloyd and FSM had a much longer conversation than what we were shown in canon, okay? They sat in the grass and had tea that didn't exist a second ago and talked about life and death and humans and the very first elemental masters and whatever else an infinitely wise being an a traumatized 15yo talk about. Their conversation lasted several days.

Mystake was functionally a godmother to the FSM bloodline and absolutely babysat for Wu when Morro was still a little boy.

idk, i had more but I'm tired of writing-

[coquettegingette]

4 day reset for shifting!

Starting my 4 day re-programming today! I'm going to edit this every day and share my journey/ results !! btw this is from reya's video! let me know if you're doing this as well and we can support one another.

My personal goals for my 4 day reset

Reprogram that I've already shifted

Be the master shifter i know i am

More shifting motivation

Believe more in shifting

Day one- Tue Oct 17

Make a list of all my beliefs, and all my non beliefs. Can be anything! My hair is ___, I love animals, etc. in the facts list I need to add the ones I want to reprogram. non beliefs: anything I know doesn't exist like Santa, tooth fairy, etc.

tell yourself that you already have known to be true that I have already known shifting to be true my whole life (which I have on a certain level)

Manifest this list is true !

I listened to subliminals and wrote my list in my shifting journal.

[Result- I ended up having a dream, did a reality check, and realized I was vividly lucid dreaming! unfortunately I was unable to summon a portal or properly ground myself. I did try manifesting "im going to shift, im going to shift" but I only woke up in my cr. I still feel proud of this progress.]

Day two- Wed Oct 18 -12:03 of video-

Do things throughout the day, that bring me into the mood of shifting. While doing activities such as meditating, think of shifting, how I will feel, etc. be grateful about shifting journey. Take a break from actively shifting to make myself calm and just feel positive, reflective, excited and all.

Listen to subliminals

Practice makes perfect !!!

[Result- I ended up lucid dreaming again! my dr s/o was also in it for a minute, but he didn't totally llook himself lol??? anyways I totally forgot to try to shift, but it's ok because thes 4 days are supposed to technically be a break anyway! so I am seeing it as a really good sign that I have lucid dreamt 2 days in a row <;3

also overall my day was good and just had a positive mentality because of my assignments for the day from the reprogramming.]

Day three- Thur Oct 19 ~16:25 in video

Today's task is to spend time listening to people who have shifted. Listen to their stories. What you want you are seeing in other people.

My belief is open to soaking up as much new information as possible (go to trusted sources. use discretion.)

[Result- ok omg !! I lucid dreamt that I was in my dr!

I didn't do any method or anything as I am still taking a break but I did affirm "I give myself permission to shift" before going to sleep.

Basically I was having a normal dream and then began lucid dreaming. I happened to be driving down a road at the time and affirmed to myself that I would shift to my dr when I arrived at the location. I kept repeating this. So I did end up in my dr location, but all within my dream still. I saw my dr s/o and we hugged 🥺🥺

I see this as a huge win and I'm getting so excited to shift tonight !!!]

Day four “The birthday party” - Fri Oct 20 ~18:43 of video

Today is the day of shifting! So everything you do today is in preparation.

Everything is related to shifting. Everything you are doing is bringing you closer to shifting. Pinterest, script, subliminals, videos related to my DR

Little tip : if you're on day 4 you can actually prep just like if you were going to the birthday party, like doing some skincare, haircare, looking in your closet for an outfit, just like if you were going to your DR with this body. You're not, ofc, but it's more like mental prep, make yourself feel pretty and confident, bc IT'S THE DAY, you want to look good and feel good in your skin ! If you manage, maybe this feeling will follow you in your DR and you will feel good and confident

[Results- I didn't shift last night :( im trying not to be too disappointed. I think it's because of being way too tired by the time I went to bed, I didn't do any methods. I basically just affirmed I would shift. Im going to try again tonight using an actual method and hopefully being the right about of tired!! 💕 I know this is just part of my journey and I had some great progress with lucid dreaming during this 4 day re programming]

[salembutnotthecat]

because today (january 15th) is Novak’s birthday, here is a fic for the birthday boi

tw emeto, nausea, being sick in public

As Yuliya comes into the kitchen, she finds it quite strange that there is no sign of Novak anywhere.

There’s no coffee in the pot, there’s no dish in the sink, Novak’s running shoes are sitting at the door still. There is silence in Marina’s house.

She had an early ice session, one she planned so she could take Novak and his family, their family, to dinner tonight to celebrate the former linebacker and current defensive coach’s birthday. She was excited.

Yuliya looked around the apartment. She saw messy ash blond hair poking out from underneath a blanket on the couch. She giggled softly.

Checking the time, it was almost 10:30. Novak rarely slept in this late, but as Yuliya thought about it, she was pretty sure Novak was up late last night. And she remembered him texting her once Elya was ready for school.

For Novak to have fallen back asleep in the living room was unusual, sure, but Yuliya came to notice that sometimes Novak would have a hard time falling asleep at night.

So, she figured, that was what happened. He couldn’t sleep last night, woke up to get his daughter to school, and then fell back asleep for a bit.

The Mavericks were knocked out of the playoffs, so Novak didn’t have much work today. The coaching staff had met, changes were made, so now Novak simply had to just wait until it was time to go back.

Yuliya approached the coach, her gaze softening as she took in Novak's peaceful expression.

His ash blond hair fell messily over his forehead, and she couldn't resist reaching out to gently brush it aside. Novak stirred, slowly opening his eyes.

"Hey, birthday boy," Yuliya said with a teasing smile. "Rough night?”

Novak chuckled, a touch of fatigue still lingering in his eyes. "Just a bit. But nothing I can't handle."

Yuliya raised an eyebrow playfully. "Well, you sure know how to make it look effortless."

Novak gave her a grateful smile. He hadn’t slept well, that was true. But he felt vaguely sick all night. The type of vague illness that made him cautious about sleeping but nothing ever came of his symptoms.

He got up at 7 to get Elya to school, and when the queasiness persisted, and a dull ache clung to his stomach, he figured maybe laying down and trying to sleep a little more would help him feel a bit better.

Yuliya sat down beside him. Novak sat up enough for her to sit, before laying his head in her lap. She giggled, petting his hair gently, “So clingy. It’s cute…”

Novak moaned in disapproval, but he didn’t move. He was still so tired.

“So, birthday plans? Or are you one of those people who prefer to ignore the fact that they're getting older?" Yuliya questioned after there was a silence between them.

Novak feigned a look of mock offense. "Who, me? Never! I'm a total party animal.”

Yuliya chuckled, “I’m sure you are.”

“What’s the plan?” Novak asked.

Yuliya smiled, "Well, there's a family dinner planned. You, me, Elya, and your mom. Nothing too fancy, just good food and good company. Downtown, I already made the reservation.”

Novak smiled, kissing the back of Yuliya’s hand. He was grateful for Yuliya's thoughtfulness. "Sounds perfect. Thank you."

-

Novak stood in front of the mirror, donned in a sleek suit, meticulously brushing out his ash-blond hair.

As he carefully smoothed his hair, a sudden wave of nausea struck him. Novak's grip tightened on the brush in one hand. With the other, he braced himself against the top of his dresser.

He took a steadying breath, closing his eyes, determined to keep the facade intact. He set down the brush, taking another breath.

He opened his eyes, fixed his shirt. The faint scent of cologne lingered in the air as he buttoned his shirt, which did him no favors.

He went over to his bag, pulling out a pack of gum. Novak was no stranger to his stomach pitching a fit for whatever reason, so he always carried something minty on him.

He unwrapped a piece, chewing it while he finished getting ready. It was just a few hours. Then he could let this bother him. Just not right now.

Yuliya entered the room, her eyes lighting up at the sight of Novak in formal attire. "You clean up nice, Coach."

Novak forced a smile, the nausea momentarily receding. He looked over Yuliya, in a dark purple dress that complimented her skin and her hair.

“Thanks. You're not looking too shabby yourself,” Novak said, kissing her forehead.

Yuliya chuckled,"So, how are we feeling about dinner..? I smell mint.”

"Excited for dinner,” Novak replied, “I grabbed a piece of gum to make sure my breath was good, couldn’t remember if I brushed my teeth this morning.”

Yuliya smiled, “Well, much appreciated. It's going to be a great night."

Yuliya reached out to adjust his tie, her fingers grazing his neck. Novak winced inwardly, the contact amplifying his unease. He masked it with a casual shrug, hoping to distract her from any perceived tension.

"Well, you certainly look the part of a birthday boy," she teased.

Novak's response was cut short by a subtle but unmistakable lurch in his stomach. He discreetly swallowed back the rising discomfort, unwilling to let his ailment overshadow the occasion.

Yuliya, satisfied with her handiwork on Novak's tie, flashed him a radiant smile. "Alright, let's make this a night to remember."

Novak nodded, mustering every ounce of strength to maintain his charismatic demeanor. As they headed towards the door, he couldn't shake the persistent nausea, but his commitment to the celebration outweighed everything else.

It was just a few hours.

-

The upscale restaurant buzzed with a subdued ambiance, the clinking of fine china and soft murmur of conversations creating a sophisticated backdrop.

Novak sat at the table with Yuliya, his mom, and his daughter, the warm glow of ambient lighting casting a soft radiance over their faces.

As the waiter approached to take their orders, Novak glanced at the menu, his usual enthusiasm for selecting dishes replaced by a muted contemplation.

A dull ache pulsed through his temples, and the prospect of a rich meal seemed less appealing with every passing moment. So began the hunt for something that hopefully would be easier on his already aggravated stomach.

Everyone ordered. Novak didn’t even remember what he asked for, only remembered it was definitely something simple. But that would be for the better, he hopefully

Throughout dinner, Novak found himself pushing the food around his plate more than actually eating. The rich aromas that usually delighted his senses now threatened to overwhelm him. He took occasional sips of water, attempting to maintain an air of normalcy. He drank more water than he ate food, but nobody really seemed to notice.

Conversation flowed around him as Marina animatedly discussed her plans for the next gallery, trying to get Yuliya involved, and Elya excitedly recounted stories from school. Yuliya smiled at Novak, her concern flickering in her eyes, but he offered a small reassuring smile in return.

As the waiter cleared the plates, the anticipation of dessert hung in the air. Novak forced a smile when the waiter presented the dessert menu, but his appetite had long abandoned him.

"I think I'm going to pass on dessert tonight," Novak announced, his voice slightly strained.

Yuliya laughed, “It’s your birthday, coach.”

“Dinner was very filling,” Novak said, “Besides, I don’t think there’s much I can eat here anyway.”

“Actually,” Marina said, “I got you some treats. They’re at home. Ones you can have, I know you aren’t a big sweets guy either. You never have been.”

As the conversation continued, the waiter brought the bill, placing it on the table. Novak shifted in his seat, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

The sudden onslaught of nausea threatened to disrupt the composed facade he'd maintained throughout the evening.

As they waited for the bill to be processed, Novak's stomach twisted uncomfortably. He clenched his jaw, determined to endure the lingering discomfort until they could leave the restaurant.

Suddenly, an involuntary lurch seized Novak, and he instinctively covered his mouth, the color draining from his face. But he tried to pass it off as a simple cough, which did his stomach no favors.

“It’s snowing,” Novak said, “I’ll get the car, Yules.”

He needed an excuse. An excuse to get out of here.

Yuliya watched Novak's abrupt departure, her concern deepening.

“That’s… weird,” Marina said, “Yuliya do you know what’s wrong? Is he sick or something?”

Yuliya shook her head, “No. i mean Novak was pretty tired today but he never said anything about… you know, I should go check on him.”

As she stepped into the parking lot, Yuliya spotted Novak standing near the side of the building, in an alleyway between the restaurant and the neighboring business.

She watched as he braced himself against the bricks, taking deep breaths she could see in the cold air.

"Hey, you okay?" Yuliya asked, her breath forming its own mist in the cold air. "You seemed off in there."

Novak, not realizing Yuliya had followed him, hesitated for a moment, then mustered a weak smile. "Yeah, just felt a bit nauseous all of a sudden. Probably ate something that didn't agree with me."

“My gosh,” Yuliya said, her voice humored and annoyed at the same time, “You are so bad about that.”

Before Novak could respond, another wave of discomfort seized him. This time, he couldn't suppress it, and he moved, doubling over as his body rebelled against the lingering effects of dinner.

The quiet night was punctuated by the sounds of Novak being sick in the parking lot. Yuliya, torn between wanting to help and respecting Novak's privacy, stood a few paces away, her concern etched across her face.

Once the episode subsided, Novak straightened up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His attempt to maintain composure was evident, but Yuliya had seen through the facade.

"Okay, that wasn't just a cough," Yuliya remarked, taking a step closer. "Are you sure you're okay?"

Novak nodded, avoiding eye contact. "Yeah, just a bug or something. I'll be fine."

Yuliya, understanding Novak's inclination to downplay his discomfort, sighed softly. "You don't have to pretend, Novak. Let me take you home. You're not ruining anything by admitting you're not feeling well."

Novak hesitated, then nodded gratefully. "Yeah, maybe heading home is a good idea. I appreciate it."

“I’ll tell your mom, and we can actually celebrate your birthday when you don’t feel so sick, okay?” Yuliya said, “Go to the car.”

-

Yuliya sat on the bathroom floor, her back against the wall, providing a comforting presence for Novak who was hunched over the toilet.

The dim light in the bathroom cast a soft glow, creating a subdued atmosphere. Novak had mentioned a headache when they got home, and Yuliya was quick to try and help him feel less miserable.

Marina put Elya in bed. She felt bad about the whole thing, but figured Novak would be more accepting of care from his girlfriend rather than her, so she took the responsibility of Elya.

Novak, in between bouts of nausea, sighed and ran a shaky hand through his hair. The waves of sickness were unpredictable, making it so he couldn’t trust his body enough to let him leave the bathroom and lay down.

The bathroom tiles were cool beneath him, and he could tell Yuliya was resisting the urge to touch him. But he was thankful.

"You don't have to stay in here with me," Novak mumbled, his voice hoarse from the heaving.

Yuliya shook her head, offering a gentle smile. "I'm not going anywhere, Novak. I'm here for you. Besides, what kind of girlfriend abandons her sick boyfriend on his birthday?”

Novak rested his elbow on the bathtub, resting his head against his hand as he looked at Yuliya.

“I’m sorry about that,” Novak said, “I really thought I would be okay.”

“Of course you did,” Yuliya said, shrugging, “I’m not mad at you. If anything I’m mad at myself for not noticing.”

Novak shook his head, “No, really I tried to hide…”

Novak’s voice trailed off, his stomach lurching again. Novak braced himself for another round of vomiting.

Novak's stomach convulsed, and he leaned over the toilet, enduring another wave of sickness. Yuliya maintained her position in the doorway.

"You're doing great, Novak," Yuliya reassured him, her voice soft yet supportive. "Just take it one step at a time."

Novak, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, managed a weak nod. The nausea was more intense this time, and he could feel the discomfort coursing through his body.

He heaved, hard, gagging up saliva and bile. He was running out of things to purge, which was a good sign, but he knew that until this round was over he would struggle.

“Better out than in, coach,” Yulia said, messing with her bracelet on her wrist to occupy her hands so they stayed to herself.

Novak heaved again. This time he felt tears run down his cheek, felt sweat drip off him. All from the effort.

“You’re doing good,” Yuliya encouraged.

The next twenty minutes went like that. Novak heaving harder than he thought he ever could, Yuliya offering words of encouragement.

As Novak finished, he leaned back, resting against the bathroom wall. Yuliya handed him a damp cloth to wipe his face, providing a small measure of relief.

"Thanks," Novak whispered, his voice still strained.

Yuliya nodded, offering a comforting smile. "Seems like you’re empty, so whenever you're ready, we can take it slow and get you in bed."

Novak nodded, leaning his head back against the wall. His head was spinning and everything hurt.

“Yeah… just… give me a minute.” Novak said, breathless.

Yuliya offered a kind smile, “Don’t worry, take all the time you need.”

[jungk0oksthighs]

Against The Odds | Friendship 

Pairing -  jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader

Genre -  angst, smut, fluff, established relationship, ceo!jungkook, ceo!reader, attorney!taehyung 

Word count - 5k

After your argument with Jungkook you go and see your best friend

warnings: swearing, mentions of arguments, oc in a small dark space, angst is really starting to kick in from here on

FULL SERIES COLLECTION

“Why aren’t you at work...? Trouble in paradise?” Jimin clocks your agitation from a mile away. You’re standing at the front door of his and Yoongi’s shared apartment which is thankfully in the same building as your own home. It’s 9:12AM and you’ve already called in sick to work. You don’t want to deal with anything you don’t have to today. 

“Can I come in?”

“Of course you can,” Your best friend smiles, crescent-moon like eyes nervously searching your outfit. You’re still in pyjamas, not even sexy or remotely classy ones at that – red Christmassy penguin printed ones. Complete with matching slippers. “...What did he do?”

You groan in frustration, kicking off your slippers with a huff before collapsing onto Jimin’s sofa, “Is Yoongi at work?”

The man you’ve known almost forever joins you, albeit a little hesitantly because he can see the resting bitch face blanketing your features, “Yeah he left twenty minutes ago, it’s just me here… Sooo are you gonna—”

“Ruth got out of Cypher.” You scoff, unamused, stomach bubbling with anger when you hurriedly brush your hair from your face, “Last night, she’s at my parent’s house now.”

Jimin sighs in return, his face crumpled with sympathy, “Y/N… I’m sorry… How are—”

“Oh I’m fine.” You exaggerate, clutching your chest dramatically all while biting back another humourless laugh. You don’t mean to take your anger out on Jimin, that’s not why you came here. And so you soften, relaxing a little, “Sorry… It’s just-, I explicitly told Jungkook not to tell anyone she could be getting out, and what does he do? Tells Taehyung. Tae came over last night and told us that she’s out. He wasn’t even supposed to know.”

Your bestie’s lips purse, as though he’s contemplating the right words to say, “So we’re mad at Jungkook for telling Tae… And upset that Ruth is roaming free?”

“Exactly.”

“I get that. Say no more.”

And you don’t, you sit on Jimin’s catastrophically bright pink sofa sharing a comfortable silence. He leaves briefly, returning with a cup of blonde blend coffee and some chocolate biscuits for you on a tiny purple heart shaped plate. His home is very vibrant, it looks totally different to how it did when he first moved in with his boyfriend Yoongi, Yoongi’s taste isn’t as… flamboyant as Jimin’s. But you figure he doesn’t mind the change in aesthetic, since almost everything in your vision is either animal printed or offensively bright in colour. Looks like Jimin’s got his own way on mostly everything.

You sigh, dunking a biscuit into your steaming drink, “Shit... I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have burst in here putting my problems on—”

“Our problems.” He clicks his fingers with raised brows, “If you’re mad at Jungkook so am I… Have you spoken to him about him running that pretty mouth of his?”

A puff of air escapes your nostrils, “No… I ran straight here when I realised he’s still at home.”

Jungkook usually sets off for work as early as 6:30AM, so the fact he’s still in your penthouse apartment at this time is unusual to say the least. You figure he could be working from home today, it’s not something he does very often though. Or maybe he wanted to patch things up with you when you woke up, but either way you decided you were having none of it and came to visit the one person who always has your back. Even when you are being a little... dramatic.

“He’s still in? That’s weird, cause Yoongi is at work…”

Yoongi is Jungkook’s personal driver most days, giving your fiancé’s hatred for driving. But Jimin’s partner also works at Jeon Industries, you’re not entirely sure what he does there but you’ve seen him around the office on days you’ve taken lunch to Jungkook.

“He does work at JI too, I wouldn’t think too much into it.” You offer a small smile.

Jimin visibly exhales with relief, “I know, I know sorry… So how are you feeling about Ruth being out?”

“I’ll be honest… Not great.”

Not great doesn’t even begin to cut it. She may be your sister but she’s still a mentally unstable narcissist who tried to ruin your life. But that’s not even your main concern anymore, your nephew Charlie is. Is Ruth going to be healthy enough to care for her son? What if she stops you from seeing him? Your stomach twists at the thought, nausea and dread enveloping your every sense. She wouldn’t do that to you, would she?

A wash of realisation floods Jimin’s denim-clad body, he’s loving the double denim look of lately. At least today his jeans are black and his jacket acid-wash blue, broken up by a pale lemon t shirt. Sometimes he prefers to wear matching denim sets with no shirt, you didn’t even know they existed until his recent obsession with them. “Ah… So that’ll be why your mum didn’t come to your fitting yesterday.”

You nod, throwing your legs over the man’s thighs, “Yup.”

It’s not that you demand to be more important than your sister, because you don’t. You’ve been more than understanding of your parents’ relationship with her – even after everything she put you through. It’s just… There are some things in life that only happen once, and you hope getting married is one of them. Your mother should’ve at least text you and let you know she couldn’t make it to the fitting, but you still haven’t heard from her since Ruth’s return.

“What’s gonna happen with baby Charlie?” Jimin’s plump lips are pursed, his hand resting gently on the bend of your knee.

“I have no idea…”

A loud notification on Jimin’s phone interrupts your conversation, it’s a doorbell alert. He taps the screen, eyes widening in surprise and he almost chokes on his coffee, spluttering his next words to you.

“Uh-, do you want Jungkook to know you’re here?” He asks, carefully removing your legs from his lap when he stands, “Because he’s at the door.”

“What?!” You frown, grabbing his phone.

The footage displayed confirms your best friend’s admission, not that you had any reason to doubt him. Jungkook is standing at the front door, dressed in a black suit with thin white pinstripes decorating the material – flaunting his muscular arms and long legs. It’s one of your favourite suits on him. The shirt he wears is brilliant white, the top two buttons undone, exposing the tanned skin of his neck and the silver chain dangling from it. Your fiancé looks worried, thick brows pinched as he shifts his weight between his feet.

“No… Don’t tell him I’m here.” You shake your head, springing from the sofa to hide before passing Jimin the small device back.

Yoongi is an excellent chef, you’ve been lucky enough to sample some of his homemade cooking in the past so you already know there’s a little pantry next to the front door. That’s where you decide to hide, ignoring Jimin’s blatant snigger at your display of immaturity.

“You know you could just talk to him and sort this out…” His voice is quiet and decorated with a grin, yet he’s the one making sure you’re well out of sight by forcing you to sit behind a huge sack of rice.

“Not yet, he’s pissed me off.” You laugh breathily when bags of crisps and other lightweight non-perishables are being thrown at you to furthermore disguise your presence, “I think that’s enough!” You whisper-shout, “There’s a door yknow, just close it. He’s not going to come in here.”

“Yeah but just in case...” Jimin throws something else at you before kicking his head back with a mischievous giggle, quickly shutting the pantry door. Leaving you in the dark surrounded by snacks – things could be worse. You already know Yoongi is going to flip his shit at his organisational skills been destroyed, so you make a mental note to tidy the cupboard before you leave. Just cause you’re mad at your partner doesn’t mean you have to drag him down into the same bad mood.

What you hear next is the unmistakable sound of Jungkook’s voice, “Hey I’m really sorry if this is a bad time, can we talk?”

“Hey… Not a bad time at all, now’s fine, come on in.” Jimin says calmly, as though he’s not harbouring a fugitive in his pantry right now. You’re biting back a laugh, too scared to move in case they hear the food packets rustling. That’s when it hits you: what the fuck are you doing? You cover your mouth to muffle the snort that rattles your chest and nose.

“Is Y/N here?”

“No… No, she’s not here, why would she be here?” Oh Jimin.

Footsteps come into the apartment, the shadow’s of their bodies and shoes visible under the door, “Oh… We kind of got into a fight, I figured this would be the first place she’d come but I guess not.”

Fuck. He knows you too well.

“Everything okay? You guys never fight. Aren’t you supposed to be at work anyway?”

“Not really… And I’m working from home today.”

Jimin pushes him, you imagine his arms are folded over his chest, “What happened with you two?”

“Ahh… Sorry Jimin I know you’re her best friend but I can’t get into that with you, my big dumb mouth is already the problem.” You nod slowly, hanging onto his every word. Well at least he knows.

“So what did you want to talk about?” You can practically see Jimin’s quirked brow through the door. He has a point though, if not to discuss the ins and outs of your argument why is he here?

“Right… Since Y/N’s birthday is coming up I thought I’d ask your opinion on something. I mean I was kinda hoping she was here so I could apologise again. I couldn’t sleep last night knowing she was mad at me… Anyway since she’s not we’ll just go over the plan for her birthday.”

Your chest tightens, and your ears prick up with curiosity.

“Oh! Uh, okay…” You can hear the panic in Jimin’s voice, he doesn’t want you to hear this conversation at all, “How longs this gonna take? I’m sorry it’s just I’m actually on my way out—”

“I thought now was an okay time for me to come in?”

“Well yeah, but I meant—”

“I’ll be five minutes, tops. I’ve got a zoom meeting soon.” Jungkook reassures your bestie and your shoulders are bouncing from silent child-like giggles. This is too funny. Poor Jimin. Poor Jungkook. You feel like an evil mastermind hiding behind a wall of food, as though potatoes and rice are your first line of defence in battle.

When in reality you’re a twenty seven year old businesswoman hiding from her fiancé in penguin pyjamas. In a pantry.

“O-okay! What um-, what do you have in mind?” Jimin’s voice is quiet, and Kook immediately grows suspicious.

“Why are we whispering?” He says, also whispering.

The next noise that comes from the other side of the door is akin to a pained whine, high-pitched in tone, coming from Jimin’s mouth, “Well it’s just-, Y/N has access to my doorbell camera and microphone… She might be able to hear us. I’m sure she got the same notification I did when you arrived.”

Quick thinking on his part, you give credit where credit is due. Well done Jimin.

Jungkook’s still whispering, “She does? Shit okay, well let’s quickly go in here—”

Panic. Blind panic and embarrassment courses your veins when the door handle to the pantry pulls down. How the fuck are you going to explain this? Ten billion thoughts and excuses scramble your brain but you’re drawing a blank. Fuck.

“Noooo don’t go in there!!!!” There’s a loud bang, you’re pretty certain Jimin’s slammed himself against the door in a hurry to stop Kook from coming in here, “It’s still too close to the door, uh-, she could hear… Yknow if she checks the camera… Come on we’ll go to the kitchen.”

“When did Yoongi leave for work?” Kook asks, his voice growing quieter as the men move further inside, “He’s left his coffee in the lounge... and cookies. What a slob.”

“Ha ha ha ha... Yeah...” 

Jimin is going to kill you.

After fifteen minutes of hearing nothing more than hushed mumbles and laughter from the other room you finally hear footsteps growing closer. Your back hurts, you’re pressed up against a wire shelf adorned with spices and herbs that’s digging into you – but you still daren’t move, too scared that someone will hear you. You’ve committed to this ridiculousness now, for as long as you fiancé is in this apartment; you are not moving a muscle.

“Okay… well thanks for that.” Jungkook’s voice is oozing satisfaction, Jimin must’ve really liked his idea.

“Anytime.” The front door opens.

“And if you see Y/N, tell her I really need to speak to her please… I fucked up.”

Jimin sighs knowingly, guilt eroding his insides, “Sure, I’ll let her know. I hope you work things out.”

“Yeah, me too. See you later Jimin, thanks again. I’ll let you know when it arrives”

“Okay! Bye!”

The front door closes, you smile at the sound of your best friend locking it. Exhaling a breath of relief you didn’t realise you were holding in. The pantry door opens next, revealing Jimin who looks on the verge of having a mental break down, running fingers through his floppy brunette hair, he’s stressed. He picks up a heavy packet of dry yellow pasta and launches it straight at your head.

“Don’t you ever make me do that again!” He’s laughing hard, folded over in hysterics gripping his toned abdomen with a pained expression. “My god, why would you put me through that?!”

“Sorry…” You’re covering your bare face with your hands, a feeble attempt to hide how amused you are by the whole situation. “Sooo... What’s he getting me for my birthday?”

Another bag of pasta smacks you in the face, wiping the smile clean off you.

“A new best friend. I’m so done with your shit right now Y/N.”

It’s a couple hours later you return to your penthouse like a dog with it’s tail between its legs, feeling guilty for hiding from you fiancé. Thankfully Jimin had some clothes of yours in his apartment, a pair of black gym leggings and matching long sleeved workout top. Admittedly the outfit doesn’t exactly go with your slippers, which is what leads you to hide them in the closet the second you get inside, especially since you know Kook is working from home today.

Sometimes all you need is a good heart-to-heart with your best friend, and that’s exactly what you’ve done today. Sat on Jimin’s sofa ranting and raving about Ruth and how you hope she doesn’t stop you from seeing your nephew, Jimin listening, offering impartial advice and his opinion on the matter where necessary. He made you realise that Jungkook definitely didn’t tell Taehyung about the situation to be malicious, nor did Taehyung bring it up in front of you for that reason. It’s all just a big, silly understanding, and Ruth has no reason to stop you from seeing Charlie.

“Baby? Is that you?” Jungkook calls out from his home office which is on the right side of the apartment.

You exhale with puffed cheeks, realising he’s none the wiser that you’ve actually been hiding out at Jimin’s place all morning, “Yeah it’s me!” You yell back.

Jungkook sheepishly steps out of his office, still dressed in a suit, “Hey… Have you been to the gym?” He gestures to your clothes, walking over to you with worried features, “I called your office but Yuri said you called in sick today. Are you okay?”

“I uh-, I just didn’t feel up to going in today…” You welcome his embrace, sighing contently when he presses his lips to your temple, cradling you in his strong arms, “Still trying to process the fact that my sister’s back.”

“Baby I’m so sorry for telling Taehyung…” His voice is low, breath warm against your head when you mirror his affection and hug him back, “I’m such a fucking idiot, honestly… I feel terrible.”

“I just don’t understand why it was even mentioned in your conversation…” You’re still pissed off, but that doesn’t stop you from nuzzling your head against his chest and inhaling the cologne you’ve labelled your own personal comfort smell.

“We were talking about Charlie and it just went from there…”

You pull back to look at him with pinched brows, not missing the way his doe-eyes widen, “What about Charlie?”

“Nothing bad… not about you or Charlie anyway. To be honest with you I was bitching about Namjoon and then somehow your sister came up.” Jungkook’s smile is small and apologetic, his sharp features softening under your gaze, “I really am so sorry Y/N, you asked me not to tell Taehyung and I did anyway… It’s not okay, and I don’t expect you to forgive me any time soon. But I really am sorry.”

Your chest swells, you know he’s telling the truth so you drop it and decide to change the subject, “Why are you dressed like that if you’re at home?”

“Brownie points.” He nods confidently, flashing you a grin, “I know how much you like this suit.” His brows are wiggling animatedly, winning you to playfully roll your eyes in response.

“Don’t push your luck.” You snort, gently shoving his shoulder back.

At this his chest rattles with laughter, the sound like music to your ears, “What? I’m not ashamed of it. Yes I’m wearing this to impress my fiancé, and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

You’re giggling, shaking your head, “No there’s just something wrong with you.”

--

It’s Thursday evening, you’re sitting in your office with Yuri when you decide to bite the bullet and message Namjoon and ask what time he wants you to collect Charlie for the night. You’ve not heard from him all day. Yuri’s lips are stained red, matching the colour of her vibrant pant-suit. You’re finally all caught up on work, your ‘sick’ day this week actually proved itself useful, giving you more time to focus on what you needed to do.

“Have you seen Taehyung lately?” Yuri’s zoned in on her laptop, typing away in front of you.

“Nope, not since he came round the other night.” You sigh, knowing exactly where this is going. You adjust the sleeves of your blazer, smiling when you realise that you and Yuri have accidentally matched outfits today. The only thing that differs being the colour choice, she’s in red, you’re in navy.

Yuri has never met Taehyung properly, their paths have crossed briefly at parties and events but the two of them are yet to have an actual conversation. Perhaps that’s why your assistant is so fixated on the idea of Taehyung, your fiancé’s best friend, being attracted to you. She has this crazy theory that he secretly has the hots for you, apparently she’s seen him ‘staring at you way too many times to be a coincidence’. But of course, you’ve never personally noticed it.

“Mmm…” You don’t miss the sound of her tongue clicking against the roof of her mouth, despite the fact you’re fully focussed on your computer screen, “Weird how he could’ve just texted Kook about your sister, but instead he decided to show up at your place and cause an argument.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes, “He didn’t cause the argument, Jungkook is the one who caused the argument.”

“Still. Taehyung could’ve texted or called.”

“Pretty sure he’d just come from the gym, he was all sweaty and stuff… Our building is pretty close to his gym so it makes sense that he came round really.” You’re growing tired of hearing these conspiracy theories, if only she’d meet him properly and she could see for herself that he’s not the creep she’s making him out to be.

“Oh? A sweaty Taehyung you say?” She winks, her tone playful.

“Mmm, where are you going with this?” You chuckle, sending one final email to a client of yours.

Yuri’s bright smile is visible in the corner of your eye, she’s too much sometimes, “What? He’s hot! I’m just pointing out how lucky you are to have two disgustingly rich men stare at you the way they do.”

“Tae doesn’t stare at me,” You scoff, locking your computer, “And Jungkook is allowed to stare at me.” You raise your hand, wiggling your very heavy ring finger with a smirk.

“Oh come on Y/N Taehyung is so… Is sooooo here. Taehyung is here.” Her smile drops into a scowl, your own features contorting with shock when you glance in the direction she’s looking.

Taehyung is stood in your office talking to the main receptionist at the entrance of your floor. His dark hair is tousled and thick when he pushes it back from his face. A navy three piece suit covers his tall frame, he’s holding a couple of brown paper bags you notice. The receptionist spots you and Yuri staring her way through the glass door to your private office, she points at you, and Taehyung turns in place with a wave.

“Look at you two, even wearing matching suits.” Yuri giggles, “Do you want some privacy?”

“No!” You say a little too quickly, still dumbfounded as to why he’s even here, “I mean it’s fine you don’t have to leave. You can stay, you can actually meet him properly and you’ll see he’s not obsessed with me like you keep say—”

“Heyyyy!!! Taehyung right?” Yuri’s loud voice cuts you off when he opens the door, making sure to drown out the sound of you scolding her.

“Hello, yes. You’re Yuri…” He nods once in acknowledgement, striding over to your desk, “Hey Y/N, how are you? I brought a peace offering. You like pork right?” He puts the steaming paper bags down on the surface, the smell of pork belly noodles and soy sauce already winning saliva to form on your tongue.

“Peace offering?” Your brow quirks with a confused smile, “I was never mad at you Tae.”

Glancing past Taehyung’s large body you can see Yuri’s eyes bursting from her skull with a face that silently screams ‘I told you so he definitely has it bad for you I fucking told you so!’. You clear your throat, gesturing for your fiancé’s best friend to sit down on the only empty seat in the room – the one next to his biggest critic, Yuri.

His fingertips pull up the suit trousers he wears at the thighs before he sits, “Right, but I am the reason you’re mad at Kook. I’m really sorry.” He loosens his tie, seemingly relaxed.

You’re shaking your head, all while trying to ignoring Yuri’s not so subtle facial expressions and her mouthing something that looks like ‘did you see that?!’ Thankfully Taehyung hasn’t noticed, since he’s not looked her way once, “No... Jungkook is the reason I was mad at Jungkook, you didn’t have to bring me anything.”

“Okay... Well I’m glad we cleared that up. How are you?”

“I’m good thank you,” You quickly reassure him, “How’re you?”

Taehyung sniffs, cocking his head to one side akin to a shy puppy dog, “I’m good… One of my client’s office is next door, figured I’d stop by and see you for a little bit. Is that okay?”

Oh Yuri. She’s clearing her throat very loudly, very obviously making her presence known since the attorney has apparently forgotten she exists. You bite down on your inner cheek to suppress a grin. She’s something else, her attitude and confidence is something you aspire to have one day. Yuri doesn’t give a shit about upsetting anybody, kind of like the man sitting next to her.

“Of course it’s okay, so this is my assistant Yuri… I don’t think you’ve met before?” You look between them with hopeful eyes. Please don’t make him uncomfortable, you think about Yuri. Please don’t call her slutty to her face, you think about Taehyung.

“Pleasure to meet you properly, Y/N talks about you all the time…”

Your brows hike up your forehead at such speed you’re sure no amount of botox will ever save you from the wrinkle Yuri has just given you.

“Really?” Tae flashes a boxy grin, training his dark feline eyes back to you, you try your best to straighten your face immediately. “All good things I hope?”

Yuri smirks, “Of course! You’re her fiancé’s best friend! And how sweet are you to bring her dinner and make sure she’s eaten?” She’s playing with fire here and she knows it, every line she crosses displaying as another stress wrinkle on your face, “I don’t know anybody who would do that for their friend’s fiancé! So sweet.” She lifts her shoulders, proud that she’s managed to say her piece.

Taehyung tongues his cheek with slightly furrowed brows, “Y/N is my friend too, like I said I was just in the neighbourhood… Shall we eat?”

“Sure.” You choke out, wanting the ground to open up and swallow you whole.

And so the three of you dish out the feast of Chinese food Taehyung has brought to your office, it’s weird, he’s managed to get your order exactly right. Claiming it to be a ‘happy coincidence’ but of course Yuri doesn’t buy it, nor does she keep her scoff to herself when he breaks your wooden chopsticks apart for you and pours your drink. If Taehyung notices he’s kind enough to not say anything, keeping light conversation about pretty mundane things between you all.

“So…” Yuri clears her throat, having just devoured her share of the noodles, “Are you officially Jungkook’s best man for the wedding?”

Taehyung nods, eyeing her curiously, you get the feeling he knows she’s up to something, “Yeah I am, have you found a dress yet Y/N?”

“Mhm, I have another fitting booked in a couple weeks but I’m 99% certain I’ve found the one I want!” You claps your hands together excitedly before your phone lights up on your desk, catching your attention.

“Can I show him? Jimin sent me some pictures of the fitting.”

You’re too busy unlocking your phone to really pay attention to what she’s asking, “Yeah, sure.”

Namjoon: Hey sorry Y/N I forgot to let you know before now, I’ve managed to get some time off work so you don’t need to pick Charles up tonight he’s staying here. Thanks anyway 

Your heart drops into the depths of your stomach. And so it begins. You knew your sister’s return would probably affect the time you spend with your nephew, you just wasn’t expecting it to happen so soon. You miss Charlie, you were looking forward to seeing him tonight. Before you can stop it a dramatic sigh leaves you, winning the attention of Taehyung straight away.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

You nod, feigning a smile, “Yeah no I’m fine. Sorry about that. What were we talking about?”

“Your wedding dress...” Tae’s eyes desperately search your face, you know that he can tell you’re absolutely not fine. But before he can question you further Yuri is shoving her phone screen in his face.

It’s like something from a movie. You watch Taehyung’s eyes light up brighter that the sun, swimming with something indescribable. It’s akin to how women would expect their husbands to look when they first witness them in their dress. His plump lips are parted slightly, brows raised a tiny fraction of what they normally are, long eyelashes dust his cheeks when he blinks. He’s staring. He looks as though he’s in awe of you, and Yuri notices straight away. Did she plan this all along? Was this her way of getting you to see what she sees? Because Taehyung’s gripping her phone now, the black device small and prop-like in his large hands. It’s like nothing else matters to him other than what he’s looking at, it’s like he’s amazed.

“Y/N…” Tae doesn’t look up at you once, “You look… You look stunning.”

You ignore the way Yuri tilts her head to one side, her expression laced with something similar to ‘I was right, you were wrong, look at this’. She clears her throat, prying her phone from the attorney’s grip. “She needs that dress, right?”

“She does.” He’s fast to agree, you watch the Adam’s apple in his throat bob but he’s still not looking directly at you, his eyes for a change are trained to your assistant. “Jungkook is a very lucky man.”

“Funny you should say that…” Yuri snorts with a knowing grin, and there’s a small part of you that wants to punch her in the face for what comes next, “That’s been a very popular opinion of lately, hasn’t it Y/N?”

Taehyung snaps his gaze to you, riddled with panic.

“Cause Jimin said the same thing at the fitting...” Yuri chuckles, finally locking her phone. And the relief that washes over Jungkook’s best friend is undeniable. You’re confused, uneasy, flattered and downright amazed all at once. Is Yuri right? Has she been right all this time? Does Taehyung hold a flame for you? No, surely not.

He’s Jungkook’s best friend. You’re overanalysing his reaction. The two of you are friends, Jimin had a similar expression when he first saw you in your wedding dress and he’s as gay as they come. It doesn’t mean anything. It’s nothing. Nothing. So why does it feel like your heart just skipped a beat?

The man in question flashes you a pained looking, albeit breath taking smile.

“You’re going to be a beautiful bride.”

x

[writerofadream]

Can u either do Nat x Reader oneshots, or Clint x Reader oneshots.

And have a powered reader, with gravity manipulation

(seriously best power ever ngl)

Of course I shall, mi amor, I'll do whatever your heart desires. I'll be starting off with Natasha first!

If I am being totally honest, you kind of didn't know what to think of Natasha Romanoff at the begining.

I mean how could you? She came up to you with her beautiful red hair and amazing voice.

You didn't know what to do!

But Natasha knew exactly what to think of you from the start.

Fury had told her exactly what you deal was and why you were there in the Avengers just like her.

You worked with Bobbi Morse, and when she went undercover at Hyrda... you did as well. But you didn't make it out.

A year later, a girl named Daisy Johnson pulled you out, and well the mess you had been undone to, wasn't pretty.

When you became even the slightest upset everything around you seemed to drop to the floor, people, animals, picture frames, food, the list went on.

So when you found out that SHIELD wanted more from you, that they wanted you to join the fucking Avengers?

"There ain't a chance in high Hades I'm going ANYWHERE, with you." Is exactly what you screamed at the poor intern assigned to picking you up.

... There's a chance that you may or may not have pushed him twenty feet away from you with a flick of your wrist very soon afterwards.

So Natasha came next.

Well, after an hour of... talking, you joined, and let me tell you, the ammount of god damn JOKES Tony made about you 'Shaking his world.' made you want to drop him through his building to the bottom floor, no scratch that, through the bottom floor.

When Natasha asked you out, it was- something to say the least.

Nat at 3 a.m: *Knocks on your door* You opening the door yawning: What the fuck- Nat quickly looking at a spot on the wall behind you: Do you want to go out yes, or no? You tired out of your mind: Sure? Nat: *slams door*

When you did start going out Clint and Tony made about a million bets (Who'd kiss the other first, etc.)

You did, you kissed her first, (cue sounds of Clint clapping in the background and Tony crying) and it seemed to be the only thing that kept your emotions in tact

Natasha loved you, she loved the way you looked at her, the way your mouth smiled, she loved each of your scars, she loved you, and that meant every part.

Now here comes the true oneshot time.

You were not a cuddler, but surprisingly, Natasha was, after the redroom and all that time with Drakov, and not truly ever knowing the way a loving touch felt, meant she loved whenever you held her, or whenever your shoulder brushed hers, any simple touch, made her so happy.

Natasha had a tiny secret, which was that she loved cooking, her best memories where when she was younger with Yelena, and her parents were at work so she'd cook up something special for her younger sister, but you on the other hand, were terrible at cooking, the one time Clint tried to convice you, you got so pissed off the entire refrigator began floating and getting suspiciously taller then Cint.

Nightmares were a common thing between the two of you, but on days were it was truly terrible, the entire bed would lift off the ground and you'd scream these horrible words, and when you woke up? All you'd do was stare at your hands and rock back and forth.

Natasha's nightmares on the other hand were always silent, but you weren't used to silent, the tower was always bustling even at nightime, no matter if it was the familiar pang on the window as Tony's pet project The Spider would come in to repair his suit, or if Clint was pacing in the vents, or if Thor and Loki were fighting over Uno... again, or if Steve and Bucky were sparring with Wanda, and finally Natasha's familiar snore, it was soft, but whenever it stopped you woke up quickly. When she woke up it was different, she'd wave you worried hands away and tell you nothing happened.

When you guys fought, it was deathly silent, aside from the gentle hum of raw energy in the air. If she was to blame you'd just stare at her and with a whisper of despair all you'd manage was "Why?" and if you were at fault you'd get the cold shoulder, she'd change bedrooms, and wouldn't tell you what you did wrong.

she proposed because god knows your not risking rejection from the god damn black widow of all people

Now it is Clint's turn.

He screamed at you the first time you met.

Okay let me explain.

You had walked into the compound on your first day after a workout session at the gym, and it had been fucking four in the morning (You had sleep issues), and he was just laying half in-half out of the vents, and when his half opened eyes saw you...

Well he screamed.

Loudly.

Surprised by the action, a chunk of the wall fell down and you cursed, and made the concrete rise back into its place in the wall, and you stitched it together, Clint watching you silently the whole time.

When you finish, you give him a slight glare and walk off

Hes in love

Your hot, powerful, and hate him??? literally on his knees

He fell first, and he fell hard.

You didn't fall in love till around age of ultron.(at least that is what you told him)

But you ask him out first, and you do it at the worst time possible.

*during a fight* You as you bring down a building with a snap of your fingers: Just curious, you free saturday? Him blowing up some bad guys with his arrows: Yes- why? You: We're going on a date then and just wanted to make sure.

... does natasha give you the shovel talk?

...kinda...??

one night you go to bed and wake up somewhere in the middle of isreal tied up with a large piece of paper sitting in front of you that says "fucking watch yourself."

and then y'know, u quicly become besties... somehow

clint hates it (but he likes that it makes you both seem brighter)

now heres the real oneshots

he's not the best with kids, but you are, yet kids make you worried

the first date is a movie and dinner

he doesn't visit your part of the tower till the fifth date ;)

after the loki incident and even before that nightmares were common with clint, he was even more paranoid the nat

there was a gun underneath his pillow, a smoke bomb on the dresser, a comprresed bow and 15 arrows in a basket by the bed

and ofc his gravity girl <3

(thats ur name on his phone)

(his name on urs is: hawkie xo)

he loves cooking, like it borderlines crazy,

"hey babe, do you want to go out tonight cause i dont wanna cook?"

clint crashing out of the vents screaming his head off: FUCK NO. IM ABOUT TO MAKE THE MOST SCRUMPTIOUS SHIT YOU'VE EVER TASTED

and then- and then somehow he does??

your a super big hugger, but he's not.

none of the avengers have noticed the fact u 2 r dating

steve catches the signs though

he notices the way you 2 act after rough missions

You had been ignoring everyone on the way home, the avengers has went after a sex trafficking ring and you had stumbled on a room full of what the children called 'the miss behaviors' it was a room full of twenty-three children dead, with one bullet in their heads.

Now you sat in the kitchen your head in your hands. "What can't the big bad, Gravitas, deal with it?" Clint teased. "Fuck you, Barton." You hissed at him, about to stalk upstairs. "Wow, the great Gravitas can handle everything but emotions can't she?" He laughed at you and Tony was about to tell him to screw off, but Natasha grabbed Tony's arm and shook her head.

Suddenly a kitchen knife flew at Clint and he deflected it quickly. "Oh come on, such a cry baby." He smiled wide and joyfull. You were standing in the hallway shaking quietly and when you turned around you were smiling.

You were fucking pissed. You launched yourself at him, and the entire compound shook. But Clint didn't return any of your punches. He either took them or blocked them.

Finally you just stood there, your fists clenched. "Come on gravity girl. You'll be alright." He whispers.

Then... you break.

[nebulafrost78]

King Bowser Koopa × reader

Sometimes… when I open my eyes… I still wonder… Why me? I thought as I stared at the ceiling, before turning to look at the only source of light filling the room. I could hear the faint crackling and bubbling of the lava outside. Its intense heat dulled by the cooling magic of the bedroom… it was so strange… but I could feel the silk sheets covering me. Then, there is the leathery texture of a yellow clawed hand resting on my abdomen… and yet now it's so familiar…I look towards the beast connected to the appendage, he was fast asleep, and his face buried into the red plush pillow. I reach up, brushing my fingers through his thick red hair, and hear him let out a low rumble. Kinda like a cat purring, as a peaceful smile adorns his face… sometimes I wonder if this is all just a dream… I look back at my stomach, enlarged, growing with new life…but… it feels too real… I definitely feel this and the warmth of him… the scent of a campfire and brimstone mixing with lavender vanilla scent is calming… however I can't stop thinking of how I ended up like this… when I first ended up here… it sure is much different than my world and how they perceived this one.

~Flashback~

It was a normal day for me, the same routine. I woke up and went to work. I was a school art teacher, nothing special. I just loved being with children and helping them create amazing things. Afterward, I went to do my nightly college courses, learning special education. I hope to be able to help children in need and this would also further my career. It was a great distraction and helped pass the time. On other days when I wasn't working or doing homework, I'd sit around, read a book, watch anime, or play video games. As I said earlier, it was nothing special. I was often home alone, friends were often busy. I never thought I'd fall in love or have a family of my own. But then it happened… I found a Nintendo GameCube, it caught my eye in a dumpster near the school. One of its controllers hanging out over the edge. Curious, I went over and pulled it out. It seemed to be in great condition, a little scuffed up and dirty, but functional. It has two controllers connected to it. One sadly had a missing or damaged button as someone played it a little too hard. While the other seemed to be perfectly fine. It also had its connections tied around it, a bit too tightly, however. I wonder why someone would throw something like this away. After some thought I brought it home and fixed it up a bit, however, there was no saving the busted controller. When I detangle the wires I opened the cd compartment to find a copy of Mario sunshine inside, completely unharmed. I pushed up my glasses as I checked the cd. I might as well play it, I never played the game before, only seeing a few let's plays. It also was when Bowser Jr was first introduced. I still wonder how Bowser had a kid, who is Junior's mother. But whatever, I plugged it into my TV and started it up. However, instead of a loading screen, I was met with something totally different. It became very bright, almost blinding, covering the whole room, I could not see anything and I covered my eyes. Then I felt something weird, what felt like blades of grass replaced the push carpet of my bedroom. I then heard the chirping of birds and glanced around with wide eyes. Where am I? I was just in my bedroom mere moments ago. That is when I started forward on a nearby path before my mouth fell open. In front of me not far I could see a large white castle, mushrooms everywhere. I can't believe it, am I really in Pip-World? Is that really the mushroom kingdom, this is so unreal. I whipped my glass and put them back on in disbelief.

It wasn't long till I entered the kingdom, at least I wasn't in my PJs when I started the game. Just in black leggings and a tank top with a baggy lavender sweater adorning a white unicorn. I became nervous shuffling slowly around the town in my brown ankle boots. Everyone was staring at me and it was awkward. I began to play with my dark brown braid over my shoulder. Did I look silly or something, man I'm much more used to children… I'm even as childish as them sometimes, with my mountains of plush toys and figures. I even have a small twin bed with unicorn-printed sheets.

I could hear them whispering around me, it was making my head spin. I jumped, feeling a hand on my shoulder, and let out a small yelp as I jumped back from the figure behind me. However, I soon relaxed, although still in shock, to see a familiar red plumber in front of me.

"Excuse me uh miss, are you alright, you seem a bit distracted," Mario asked me, trying to ease my nerves. “Are you all right?”

"Oh I'm fine," I mumble quietly to which he could only hear. "Just a bit lost is all."

"If you'd like my brother and I could show you around." He smiled as the familiar younger green plumber brother Luigi pop out nervously from behind him.

"Sure, um that would be nice." I gave them a small smile. They began to help and show me around and I told them how I ended up in the mushroom kingdom.

"You then just appeared right out of town," Luigi repeated what I told them.

"Uh yeah, I guess. I'm still unsure myself, to be totally honest."

"Why don't we take you to see the princess," Mario suggested. "I'm sure she can find some way to help you get your way home."

"Oh yes of course," I can't believe it, I'm going to meet princess peach. Besides Bowser, she is my favorite character. She is sweet and kind, and beautiful. I also couldn't help comparing her to my mother. Who I sadly miss dearly, she has the same blond hair and blue eyes she did. I lost her when I was younger and never really had a good and faithful father. Bringing strange women into the house, and some also would steal from me and my father. But of course, there was nothing I could do. I'd just watch him waste away on the couch. Beer on one hand, remote on the other. There were also the times he'd lash out at me till it finally ended with him having a heart attack a year before graduation. I soon ended up finishing school while staying at an orphanage, due to having no other living relatives. The only thing that kept me going was the memories of my mother. The smell of her baking along with her sweet smile. Oh, How I would give anything to see her again. Which is why I almost broke into tears when I saw the princess. In real life, she almost looked identical to my mother. The only difference is the royal outfit and lack of the scent of citruses.

I then noticed she was talking to me and shook my head apologizing. "I'm sorry, can you repeat that? I was lost in thought."

She giggled, "I just asked your name, and it was nice to meet you." Oh, the nostalgic laugh. I returned her smile and told to my name. Not long after our meeting, who do you think decided to chase the party? Your right Bowser, the king of the Koopas. He barged and threw his army at the ready. He was so much larger and scarier in person. He was in the middle of his terrifying speech about how he was going to take over the kingdom and destroy the Mario Brothers. When he paused to look at me, eyes widening, it almost seemed like we were frozen in time, locked in each other's gazes. It was as if we were the only ones in the room, well, until an attack from the kingdom's hero brought the mighty king out of his daydream. But it was all for not, the king soon had his claws on the distressed princess and made off on his warship. I decide to help the two heroes save Princess Peach once again from King Bowser. Afterward, I ended up going on more and more adventures with the heroes. Bowser and I also grew closer and closer till our relationship was no longer just a rumor. We got engaged and we're happy. The others were a bit skeptical but if it keeps him from causing chaos and me happy why not. And that's how I ended up here with him.

~Flashback ends~

I smiled at him before letting out a hard cough. I was forcefully shot up and hacked hard into my hands. The sound and movement startled my sleeping husband. He got up quickly and worried. Rubbing my sore back. It was getting harder to breathe every day, and I felt myself getting weaker and weaker. I glanced down at my blood-soaked palms. I ended up with the same illness that took my mother. How unfortunate, and unlucky am I? My husband has been by my side ever since the illness hit a few months ago. No magic or item could cure me, trust me we tried. He hads minions go off to find some way to heal me, even going as far as asking his enemy for help. As days went by I got worse and he became sleepless and heartbroken. He changed a lot and became angry and frustrated. It wasn’t long before the time I gave birth came around. I was brought to tears seeing the small mini copy of my husband. However, when he opened his eyes, I could see the deep dark brown surrounding his irises. I smiled early and I kissed my son's green reptilian forehead. My husband loomed over a soft smile on his lips and he tried to stop the flow of water from his eyes.

"Junior," I whispered weakly.

"What?" My husband asked to repeat.

"Junior, my baby Bowser Junior," I smiled leaning back in the bed. "Promise to take care and love him. Be the father mine wasn't." that was the last thing I told him.

"Of course, what are-" he froze, looking up at my form. He jumped in fright as I stopped moving entirely. He screamed for help as Junior cried in his limp mother's arms. Not long after my passing, he was forced out of the room by doctors carrying his son in his arms. He cried, walking up the castle steps to now his once-shared bed chambers. Having left the hospital hours ago. Bowser held his now sleeping child as he sobbed, his heart hurting in his chest. After reaching the bedroom, he couldn’t put his son down in the crib just yet. He held him close, the last thing he had left of her gently to his chest. Something they made together, and he felt if he put his son down somehow, he would disappear too. "I promise I'll take care of our son." He sobbed, looking at the bundle in his arms. “Not just for you but for his future as well. I miss you, my love.” I miss you too, my love, and thank you, I promise we will be together again someday.

[yes-divine-ruler]

Boy Next Door

Part 6: Was That Okay?

pairing: alex (adult world) x fem!reader

Warnings: none

Words: 1718

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The loud, piercing ringing from a phone woke me up. I opened one eye, and then both and then turned to see what had me tied down to the couch in a tangled mess. Alex, not awoken from the phone, lay with his hair over his eyes, his mouth parted, soft breaths escaping his sweet lips. It took me a while to snap out of my gaze, but I quickly looked down at our bodies, suddenly terrified that we'd had sex last night, to see that we were both fully dressed.

I let out a sigh of relief before tugging his arm away from my waist and sitting up, reaching over to my phone and looking down at the lock screen. I had 3 missed calls from Sophie, and a few messages saying she was outside my apartment and if I didn't answer soon she'd call the police.

I got up suddenly, totally forgetting that we'd planned to hang out today, and thought for a moment about what I should do. Then I realised that it didn't matter what I did, and I walked towards Alex's front door and opened it, sticking my head out into the hallway.

Sophie was sitting with her back against my own front door, immersed in her phone until she noticed me and looked up. Her eyes went wide for a second, I guess registering the fact that I'd just came from within Alex's apartment and not my own. I knew how it looked, but Sophie knew me, and she knew I didn't just sleep with anyone.

"Oh hello there sleeping beauty," her lips curled in a devious smirk as she got up from the floor and padded over to Alex's apartment.

"Hey Soph, sorry I didn't get your calls," I replied sheepishly, as she stood in front of me, trying to peer into Alex's apartment from behind me.

"That's okay I see you were busy," she says, pushing passed me and entering Alex's grungy apartment.

"I-" I didn't know what to say to that, and instead decided to close the door behind me and follow her inside.

Alex moved on the couch, stretching his arms above his head, revealing his v line and a few inches of his lower stomach. Then his eyes opened, and he rubbed them with the backs of his hands before letting out a yawn. He sat up, his eyes narrowed at the two girls standing in front of him in his living room, observing him like a zoo animal.

"Good morning?" He said questioningly, "what time is it?"

"It's like 12," Sophie replied, picking up the bong from the table and eyeing it suspiciously. She then turned to me, and it clicked what had happened last night.

"Y/N… did you smoke pot?" She asked me, her tone laced with surprise and slight disappointment.

I nodded sheepishly, fiddling with the hem of my sweater as she put the bong back down on the table.

"Sick invite guys," she scoffed, finally sitting down next to Alex on the couch and crossing her legs.

"Uh-" Alex looked up at me, his eyebrows furrowed, probably wondering what the hell Sophie was doing in his apartment. It wasn't the sweet wake up I'm sure he was expecting.

"You guys are acting so weird, did you fuck too?" Sophie blurts out, my cheeks suddenly red with embarrassment from the vulgar question. Alex just looked at her dumbfounded, before shaking his head.

"If we did then I didn't know about it," he jokes, getting up from the couch next to her and rounding the living room to go to the kitchen. He filled his coffee pot and then switched it on to heat up.

"So what are we doing today then?" Sophie asks, staring back down at her phone and typing out a message as Alex and I looked at each other again. I was almost sad she was here, as mean as that sounded, because I had a lot to talk about with Alex.

"Dunno, I wanna shower and freshen up though," Alex says, scratching the back of his head. That must've been our cue to leave.

"Need help?" Sophie asks, turning to Alex who just laughed.

"Let's go Soph," I said, watching as she stands up and follows me to the front door.

"I'll knock on your door when I'm done?" Alex asks me, and I just nod my head.

We exit Alex's apartment, and I fumble for my keys in my pocket before finally pulling them out to unlock the door. Sophie retreats to my couch, sitting down and propping her feet up on the coffee table.

"Why is there shit everywhere? Did you guys like- have a date last night?" She asks, referring to the empty packets of crisps, the dishes in the sink and the food on the kitchen counter.

"Yeah- I mean no- we just hung out," I said simply, starting to wonder around the apartment and pick up any pieces of trash.

"if you just hung out why wasn't I invited? Do you like him or something?" Sophie sounded upset, like we were purposely excluding her, which I guess we were but last night was unintentional. How do I say I just wanted to hang out with Alex without you, is that such a big deal. without sounding like a horrible person?

"I dont know it just happened, it was late," I lied, pushing up the dishes off the dining table and popping them in the sink.

"I might shower too, is that alright?" I asked, trying to change the subject. She just nodded quietly, as I left her to shower.

The warm water of the shower relieved any tension and let me reflect on my thoughts and feelings. I don't think I can deny it any longer, I had an inevitable crush on Alex, and I hated to see Sophie try and wedge herself between us. Although now, I knew he didn't fancy her, but I didn't know whether he fancied me either, or if we were just friends. Either way, it would be hard for anything to happen, and I wasn't sure if I wanted anything to happen. The thought of a relationship shook me to my core.

Once I was dried, dressed and cleaned my teeth I was back out in the living room to see Alex sat next to Sophie on the couch.

"Y/N! Hey," Alex greeted me, sending me an adoring dimpled smile as I waved back at him. He seriously made my heart flutter.

"We were just talking about how high you got last night from one bowl," Alex snickers, and of course Sophie follows.

"Yeah yeah, can't blame me, it was my first time," I groan, sitting on the couch opposite the two of them.

"Today, we should.." Alex started, looking between Sophie and I for an answer.

"Have a party," Sophie said, making my eyes widen. Sophie was known for her crazy house parties, and I wasn't about to have one today in my apartment.

"Great idea," Alex agreed, looking over to me for my confirmation. I shook my head, "hold on, no one's having a party here, it's also a Monday, who would come to a party?" I tried to reason.

"She's got a point," Alex agrees, "normal people have work tomorrow."

"Come on guys don't be boring I'm literally planning it as we speak," Sophie says and my eyes go wide.

"Fine we'll have it at mine then," Sophie says, with a small groan.

I sigh in relief that she's taken the burden off me, but I'm still nervous at the fact that there's a party going to be held and I'm expected to attend. Sophie's other friends were all like she was, crazy.

"Okay I'm going home to get ready, I'm expecting you guys there at 7," Sophie stands from the couch, and goes over to the front door.

"Bye my loves," she says, waving at us both and leaving my apartment.

Alex and I just stare at each-other when the door closes, not a word escaping his mouth as he bites down on his bottom lip. I blush at his intense gaze, and he stands up off the couch to approach me. He sits next to me.

"So, um last night? Was that okay?" He asks, and I wasn't sure whether he meant the smoking pot part, the spiel on my life I gave him or waking up tangled with him on the couch.

"Yeah, it was, thank you," I said, and I meant it.

"I really enjoy spending time with you Y/N," he said bravely, sitting up from slouching against the back rest and shuffling towards me, so our knees were touching.

My breath hitched in my throat as I noticed how close he was.

"Me too Alex," I replied with a small gulp, feeling his warm minty breath fan my face as he got closer.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked, but it was barely audible, and I wasn't sure if he said it or I was imagining it.

I just stared at him as he leaned in closer, and then our lips touched, and I felt like my heart exploded. It had been a long time since I let someone kiss me, but Alex, oh my god, all I thought about was him kissing me.

His hand laid gently on my thigh as I tilted my head, deepening the kiss. His other hand cupped my cheek and then I pulled away.

"Oh shit," Alex said with a small laugh, I just averted eye contact by looking down at my hands.

"I'm- I think I, I have stuff to do today Alex," I don't know what was wrong with me, but I suddenly felt sick.

"Oh," he said, quickly getting up off the couch, "yeah of course um, I'll see you later though?" He asked hopefully.

"Yeah, I'll come by when I'm ready," I said, offering him a small smile.

"Okay, I'm- okay. Y/N, was that okay? Shit, I'm an idiot, okay- I'll see you later," before I could reply, Alex had sped walked to the door and closed it behind him.

I groaned, my lips still tingling from the remarkable kiss we shared, and how stupid I sounded messing it up.