#she had to repay him somehow ;o)

[nastylillad]

I was honestly expecting Nina to be the manger lmao

wym of course she is. i mean….shes also a slut but u can be a slut AND get shit done

[silouvertongues]

gotta get up early for class tomorrow im so sleepy but i suddenly felt the urge to calculate how much money's been spent on my post secondary education till now and i literally feel nauseous

[ast4tarion]

hi!! hope you’re having a good day:)

i was wondering if you can write a smut where mike is a nerd in college and the popular girl needs to bring her grade up so he tutors her. she would always flirt with him and make him get all nervous. she repays him by giving him a blowjob and you can add anything else to the story if you want!! thank youu

ooooo i havent written anything like this, thank you for a new idea :D ty for the kind words too i hope everyone reading this day is a good one too <3 (god this is way longer then i meant for it to be)

cws; sub!mike, slight dom!reader, virginity taking, blowjob, gender neutral reader, a little messy

“Have you ever had sex with a girl before?”

The question you ask Mike is completely genuine but he stops writing in his tracks, his face visibly flushing red.

The two of you are studying for midterms (actually, more like Mike guiding you through the subjects) together in his dorm, books and papers strewn everywhere at his table.

“I—what?” He really wasn’t expecting you to ask that and he looks almost nervous.

“Have you?” you ask it like it’s the most casual question in the world, flipping your pencil around in your hand.

“Uh….no,” he looks very embarrassed, it’s cute on him. “I haven’t gotten close to anyone like that before, and no one was particularly interested in the guy hiding behind his engineering book.”

You were quite surprised to learn this, in your opinion he was quite the attractive guy.

“Would you be up for an offer then?” His eyes widened, and he let his pencil slide out of his grip completely.

“What kind of offer….?” He said it, but the implication after the topic of conversation was understood between the two of you, but he clearly didn’t believe it.

“Well I’d really like to do something nice for you in return for tutoring me, we’ve already talked about this but I really wish I could pay you but everything’s going to food and tuition right now and I couldn’t ever ask my parents so I was wondering if you’d let me make you feel good instead?” You said.

His entire face was visibly red now with blush, and his gaze dropped and avoided yours as he processed what you were saying. He seemed in total disbelief, his hands tapping the table which you knew was a nervous habit of his.

“I-um, but I-I’ve never done that with anyone? I wouldn’t wanna, um, somehow do it wrong.” He was incredibly sincere and it was quite endearing.

You leaned back in your seat, trying to catch his nervous eyes.

“I’m cool with that, I could even teach you if that would make you feel less nervous? Think of it as…….a tutoring session. Only if you want too though.” His hands found themselves, wringing and thumbing his palm. He was clearly deep in thought and given permission you wanted to wipe that stress from his face. It would be an honour to teach him, after all the exams and quizzes he’d helped you pass.

“Alright…I think I’d, uh, like that. When?” You smiled at his confirmation of consent, excitement and arousal already beginning to build up inside you. You stood up, walking around the desk and sitting on one of his thighs.

“We’ve been studying for a while now, I think this would be a good opportunity to take a break and learn something new.” You put your hands on his chest, your voice dropping in a suggestive way that earned a shiver out of him.

“O-Okay,” he gulped, finally gathering the courage to look at you in front of him. “What’s the first step?”

You leaned in to kiss his neck and he gasped loudly. “First the ground rules. One, if you decide it’s too much we can always stop, alright? Two, tell me if you’re going to cum. Three, listen to your body, Mikey, tell me what feels good.” You purred into his ear, trying to take things slow so he could adjust to them. He quickly nodded, and you starting leaving light kisses down his chest.

As much as you wanted to grind down on his thigh you had an objective: make him cum. You moved off his lap and he watched you the entire time with a mix of nervousness and curiosity in his eyes. You slid to the floor in between his legs as he was seated at his desk.

Your first step was massaging his thighs, getting closer and closer to his dick. Your hand settled over the fly of his jeans, palming the denim and smirking when you felt the bulge it held.

You began unzipping it, speaking as you worked. “First step is to relax, this parts all about you baby boy.” He felt the urge to whimper and aggressively bit it back.

Just the tiny amounts of friction and sultry words you provided had began to work him up. You pulled down his boxers enough for his cock to be freed, hardening at every touch.

He was fairly big, your fingertips just barely met around it when you gave it a couple experimental jerks. He made a little noise at this, and you smiled.

You spit in your hand, spreading the wetness across his length to make it easier. It was clear he was unuse to his own boner, his mouth agape and his hips beginning to shift in the chair.

You started by giving the tip a tiny kiss, followed by short little licks to the head. You flattened your tongue and swirled it all around the head, running your tongue over his sensitive slit.

This gained an immediate reaction, another little noise escaping his mouth followed by his hands gripping his own thighs. You were barely touching him and he was already panting at the sweet sensation.

You took it a little further, pumping the base and farther into your mouth. You were licking the underside of his dick, dragging hot wet stripes further and further down each time. You were halfway down his length, finally taking it all into your mouth and pushing it in until your lips reached your loose fist.

His pants were evolving into full blown moans, his hand white-knuckles gripping his desk. He spread his legs further, hoping to give you more access. Every moan is music to your ears, coming out in little “hnngs…” and “mmmfng…..”

The tip almost reached the back of your throat and there was spit dripping down your chin, mixing with whatever slick he was leaking. You moved forward and back, your tongue sliding wetly and stimulating him. You repeated this, grinding into the floor for any ounce of your own friction.

His cock was a wet mess, and the sounds coming from your mouth became more and more vulgar. Slick-filled wet slaps of skin on skin as your fist pumped faster and faster and your tongue swirled around his girth.

He was getting closer and you could tell because he was absolutely loosing control of himself. He’d been reduced to drawn-out moans and whimpering at how fast you were going; his hips had also started bucking forward, pushing more and more of it into your mouth until you were almost completely swallowing him.

Your own desperation made it even more wet and messy, you drew back and a long string of precum dripped from his tip to your tongue thinly connected. Your gaze was driving him crazy, the combination of your eyes locked on his and the slurping wet kiss you licked up his shaft again.

When your mouth dove back on it you could tell he was getting incredibly close to finishing. His thrusts were becoming sloppy and so pathetic that it was hitting the walls of your cheek and the very back of your throat.

It was ultimately your groan that sent him over the edge, the vibrations sent through your mouth felt all over his cock and it felt so good, so wet, so overwhelming that he barely had time to whimper “fuck, I-I’m going too—!”

His cock throbbed and pulsed as you licked his slit once more, taking it out of your mouth absolutely cockdrunk. It barely took a single pump for him to explode, thick white ropes bursting from his tip and all over your chest.

His head was thrown back and he was panting hard, his cock head was flushed a pretty pink like his blush and it kept twitching, smaller streams erupting until it came to a slow stop.

Your face was a mess of his hot cum and your underwear absolutely soaked through. His eyes were closed and he was still gasping, sighing as he slowly loosened his grip on the desk as he rode out the end of his orgasm.

“Fuck, holy shit, thank you.” He mumbled, still coming down from the adrenaline of finishing. When he did look down he swore he could’ve came a second time, the way your face was lit up by a smile and absolutely drenched in his sticky white seed.

“Of course, if I wanted to teach you about sex I had to make sure you’d at least get to cum before you made someone else do it,” You stood up, standing close to him and running your hand through his pretty brown hair.

“Tomorrow after we finish calculus, I’ll show you how to eat someone out~”

[bookshelf-in-progress]

The Beggar's Door: A Retelling of "King Thrushbeard"

Oh, yes, King Gregor had a temper, but in this case, it was more than justified. You see, the king had gone through all the expense of hosting an enormous ball so every eligible suitor on the continent could vie for the hand of Princess Dulcibella, and what do you think she did? Not smile and curtsey and thank them for the honor, that’s for sure. She rejected every man to his face! And not politely! The princess had a tongue like a whip, and she scourged those high and mighty men with every insult you can imagine before declaring she would have none of them as a husband. Some of them were on the verge of declaring war.

So none of us were surprised when King Gregor, in a towering rage, summoned Princess Dulcibella to the throne room the next morning.

Princess Dulcibella was a beautiful maid—fair and willowy—and she walked toward her father with as dainty a step and as innocent an air as any woman who ever lived, humming a traveling minstrel’s tune.

“Daughter,” the king declared. “I have brought you here to meet your husband.”

The princess stopped humming. “Tradition states that a crown princess may choose her own husband.”

“Tradition also states that if the princess refuses all her suitors, she is wed to the first man to come into the king’s presence.”

Princess Dulcibella’s lovely face paled. “You would not be so barbaric.”

“You have left me no other choice.” The king pointed to the grand doors through which the princess had entered—the only entrance that had been left unbarred. “Your husband—the man of my choosing—will enter through that door at the stroke of ten.”

Everyone knew who that would be—Baldric of Eldria, a brute and bore (and, some said, a usurper), but king of the wealthiest nation on the continent.

At his words, a door opened—but not the great door.

In a shadowed corner of the throne room, a forgotten, barely visible door swung open on rusted hinges.

The king whirled upon his chamberlain. “I said all the doors were to be barred!”

The chamberlain was deathly pale. “Tradition states that the beggar’s door can never be barred.”

An old tradition, the beggar’s door, one that said the poor must be able to approach their king for help in desperate need, or else the kingdom would fall. No one had used the door in generations—but the door had remained open.

Through that door came a ragged young man, tattered shoes on his feet and a lute on his back. With a smile, he bowed to the princess, as graceful as any courtier.

“My king and my lady,” he said. “If you can spare a coin for a starving minstrel, I would be glad to repay your kindness with a song.”

He had charm, that ragged clown, and probably a nice face somewhere under the layer of dirt.

Princess Dulcibella smiled upon him—men had crossed continents for that smile—and, in the sight of a stunned crowd in the throne room, the minstrel began to sing.

O, come away, my fine young maiden Though I’ve no place to call my own We’ll wander through the wooded valleys And make the wild world our home

You know the song, but you’ve never heard it as he sang it. He had a voice like love itself come to life—as if he’d come a-purpose for wooing. We all were spellbound. The princess was enchanted.

He sang a verse or ten, and when the song finally faded, the king was the first to remember the purpose of the day. For all the unexpected happenings, he hadn’t forgotten his rage. He’d lost his chance at an alliance, but his revenge upon an ungrateful daughter was still within reach.

“Minstrel,” he declared. “You’ve won more than a coin. According to tradition, you have my daughter as bride to wed.”

The priest emerged from behind the throne—intended for a far more royal wedding. In the sight of us all, the princess and the beggar were bound as man and wife.

“Now, be gone from my house!” the king declared. “You’re a beggar’s wife, now, and can have no place here.”

Dulcibella was stripped of her finery, but somehow she didn’t seem to mind.

The minstrel took her in his arms and carried her out the beggar’s door—gazing upon each other with as much devotion as if they were any ordinary pair of lovers.

With that, they disappeared. I’ve not seen either of them again.

But I’ve heard stories.

Dulcibella was clever, you see, and her maids tell stories of a minstrel who would sing near her window on moonlit nights.

Some say she told him of the beggar’s door.

Some even say that the minstrel was no minstrel at all, but young King Alaric, cast down from the throne of Eldria, living in exile until he can reclaim his throne.

I don’t know what to believe, but I like to believe she’s happy as a beggar’s wife, and I believe there’s no better woman to someday take a place as queen.

King Baldric had better take care.

[astrid19202]

Y/N was kind, giving, considerate and loving.

A light contrast to everything Luke Hemmings wasn’t. But only when it came to her. 

His world was cold and blustery until she shined her way into it. Somehow, someway. 

And it didn’t make sense to anyone else but the two of them, though that’s all that mattered. 

Unlike Luke, Y/N was attending school. Her freshman year of college to be exact. While on the back end Luke kept a stable job as a mechanic.

That’s how they’d  met. With a broken down car on the way to school and already late, she’d decided to just call up the closest place which just happened to be called Hemmings. 

It started off as a simple thank you when coming by to pay the amount owed. But he waved her off and said it was on the house. 

Though the next day, Y/N came into the shop again. Only this time, she’d brought him lunch. This was her own personable way of repaying him. No one had ever done that before and it made his heart swell ten times bigger. He didn’t know what he was feeling, but he liked it. A lot. It also didn’t help that she was absolutely gorgeous either. 

So, from then on everyday, no matter what, you came back into Luke’s shop and brought him lunch. It became such an easy pattern that Luke even cleared a desk for in the shop so you could sit, talk, and watch him work. It was your spot and only yours, just like the place you held in his heart.

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Rain and thundered flooded the sky and streets outside. You didn’t show up at your usual time, and admittedly Luke waited all day. He could barely focus on working as he struggled to take out a wire from the car he was underneath. It was already 8’ o clock, he should be closing soon. No customers were guaranteed to show up, especially with the mess of the weather outside. But truthfully, he was just waiting for your arrival. 

Wiping his hands and swearing to himself, Luke pressed his foot down into the floor and pushed himself out from underneath the car bed. But not before banging his head on he bumper in the process of getting up.

“God Dammit!” 

Soft giggles flooded the air as you watched Luke stand up in frustration, the sound 

taking his attention right away. 

“You think that’s funny sweetheart?”

“Just a little bit” You pinched your fingers together in front of you and smiled at him. 

Walking over, you waved the familiar blue paper bag color you got specifically to hold Luke’s lunch claiming it reminded you of his eyes and was too perfect not to get. 

“I’m sorry I’m late today, I decided to walk here because it was so nice out not long ago then suddenly the rain came pouring down. I had to make a few stops under some awnings to make sure your Lunch was okay” You smiled and held up the bag to him proudly. 

Even though Luke is attentive when your speaking to him, he couldn’t focus. Not right now.

Unbeknownst to you his eyes, once bright and shiny were stormy and focused on something else. You.

You wore a black skirt with quaint lavender flower petals cascading the body of it. It fell across your thighs and over your knees a little. A slit followed up your left, parting slightly as you walked closer to him showing off your legs in a teasing manner. 

Then a white simple shirt covered your top half, a lace trimming around the neckline. But now had become see through because of the rain. He could the outline of your breasts and the way the hem of the shirt rose above your skirt, a small pudge of belly showing through. 

Your collarbones were displayed, and your neck stretched to the side as you had begun running your fingers through your wet ruffled hair as you spoke to him. 

Now noticing his distraction you waved your hand in his face lightly and curiously.

“Luke, are you okay?”

Without speaking Luke cupped your jaw in his hand, the rings he wore cool against your skin as he placed his other hand on your waist and pulled you into him. Chest to chest, your breathing stuttered until he took your lips against his and swallowed the gasp in your throat. 

You felt his hand on your waist stroke up and down your back delicately until he gripped your hip between his fingers and kissed you harder. Trying to keep up, your mouth moved desperately against his in a heated kiss as he tongue traced your bottom lip before reveling inside. 

Your own hands gripped at the front of his shirt as his tongue moved against your own and began guiding you back into the hood of the car he’d been working on before. 

His hand moved lowered, hovering at the base of your spine before taking a handful of your ass as you moaned into his mouth from the touch. 

Pulling away, you sighed at the loss of his mouth on yours and looked up at him as he began tracing at your bottom lip, watching as the supple flush bounced beneath the pad of his thumb making his jaw tense. The hold he had on your ass with his other hand gripped harder making you whimper. 

“Your so fucking beautiful Y/N, do you even realize what you do to me?” His taunting tone made you shake slightly at his dominant demeanor. You were about to see the dark Luke you never saw before. 

You felt his front press into you, the hardness of his cock against you making your thighs clench as the wetness began to pool in your panties.

“L-Luke please” You begged a little as he looked at you with hunger in his eyes.

“Please what baby, what do you want?” His fingers once tracing your lips trailed down your neck and wrapped your throat lightly.

“I want you” You whispered so only he could hear even though the auto shop was empty.

Much like the loud sexual desire in the air of the room, the rain outside started pouring harder than before. 

Smirking his mouth began creating blotches of pinks and purples onto your neck as he sat you down on the hood of the clients car and spread your thighs to move between them. 

His pelvis now pressed into yours and the slit of your skirt was wide open, your center rubbed against him as he grinded into you. 

The thin material of your panties helped your clit rub into his jeans perfectly making you whine. 

Your hands wavered into his blonde locks in a delicate grip as his fingers pushed up the hem of your top and took it off swiftly.

Your weren’t wearing a bra so as the shirt was removed the mounds of your breasts bounced, but what really caught his attention quickly was the silver nipple studs you were wore. Shocking him and sending an ache to his cock.

“I thought you were a good girl Y/N, when the fuck did you get these” He groaned as his hands groped at the soft flesh and his thumbs brushed over your nipples as they pebbled beneath his touch.

Tugging at the small studs he watched as your back arched in response and moaned. 

“Fucking dirty girl, tell me” He tugged a bit harsher as he continued groping them in his hands. 

“Y-Yesturday, I-I just wanted to see if they suited me” You admitted bashfully.

Shaking his head, Luke’s mind did flips at the image of your pretty self in a tattoo parlor getting them. Feeling possessive at the thought of another man touching you, he gripped at your breasts and ducked down sucking on the pink the flesh and silver. 

His tongue traced around and sucked at the small buds, giving each equal attention as he groaned into the supple skin. 

“Oh they suit you alright, I fucking love these tits baby, but their mine. Just like this sweet pussy of yours” He said as his fingers took a hold of your skirt and panties before ripping them off.

“Got it?” 

“Yes” You mumbled out between the pleasure pants of breathe leaving your lips as his fingers began m rubbing at your clit. 

“Louder baby, tell me your mine”

“I’m yours Lu I’m all yours” You cried and watched as he smirked, continuing to rub at your clit as he digits started dragging in and out of you teasingly.

Gripping at the edge of the car hood you felt your release drowning closer, though it was quickly taken away.

“No no Luke I was so close, please just fuck me” 

He planned on teasing you more but hearing you talk like that sent a thrill through Luke’s body. 

Standing closer between your legs now, the head of his cock pressed against your warm center as he rubbed himself against it. 

“Fuck your so wet” He breathed in awe.

“Please, please gimme it. I need you” You begged, not caring how desperate you sounded. 

All of a sudden, he shoved right into you harshly making you whimper out his name softly. 

Letting out a hum, his hands flattened out beside you on the hood of the car and he began fucking you. 

“Shit, your pussy feels so good fuck” He groaned and tilted his head back. The car shook underneath you as his cock pounded in and out of your wet core. 

“More” You mewled, letting him know how badly you wanted him. 

Luke let out a harsh grunt of approval, one of his hands gripping at the flesh of your ass to pull you into him as more as he gave it to you harshly. 

“Being such a good girl for me. Letting me fuck you on a customer car” He said and each thrust going faster as he watched you fall apart beneath him. 

Your nails dug into his biceps, dragging down lightly making him hiss and shove into you harder. 

Small whimpers and uh’s uh’s left your mouth, the car beneath you now rocking on its wheels as Luke fucked you. 

“That’s it baby, take my cock” 

Each thrust he made hitting that special spot inside you making your head lay on his shoulder as you moaned.

“Luke, Luke, Luke!” You cried out pathetically as your thighs shook. 

“Gonna cum for me baby huh? Fucking do it” He seethed, now raising one of your thighs to his waist as he plummeted into you. 

The thunder outside exploded loudly, a flash of thunder lighting up his face as you looked up to Luke fucking you. His head tilted back, eyes shut in bliss and bottom lip between his teeth as loud moans left him before the upper light above cascade down on each of you making it slightly dark again. 

His warmth released inside you as you came, flooding your his cock at the same time. Both of you finishing your highs of each other as Luke held you in his grip. 

After gathering yourselves together, Luke took the baby blue lunch sack you made him and wrapped you in his arms. 

“Let’s go home” 

[theycallme-thejackal]

One MidgeLenny x TSwift Fic Per Day

162. Mr. Perfectly Fine

Gordon is perfectly fine. 

Nice. Handsome. Kind of funny (when scripted). He’s just not right for her.

“Gordon, you’re very sweet,” Midge answers. “But I - ”

“Are you seeing someone?” He asks, cocking his head curiously.

She doesn’t even have the chance to answer before she catches sight of Lenny entering the studio. It’s been a while since she saw him, when they hashed out what happened on the stage of Carnegie Hall. They didn’t have a chance to talk about the blue room - what it meant for their friendship - because he had to leave for California, so that aspect of her life has been sort of up in the air.

Gordon furrows his brow at her expression before following her gaze. He deflates a little, and the chuckle that passes his lips is self-deprecating. “I see,” he says. “Forget I said anything. You’re a great comic, and you’re incredibly beautiful, so...I had to ask.”

Midge offers him a gentle smile. “No hard feelings?”

“None at all,” he promises before heading toward his dressing room.

Lenny has made his way closer. He’s smoking a cigarette and trying very hard not to look like he was listening the their conversation. “Always at the right place at the right time,” she greets as she steps into his space. 

“I do my best,” he replies with a grin.

“How was California?”

“Too much sun.”

“I’ve heard that,” she replies, folding her hands primly in front of her.

He jerks his head toward where she was formerly standing. “Did I interrupt something?” He asks before taking another drag.

“Fortuitously,” she answers. “Although now Gordon thinks you’re my boyfriend.”

Lenny chuckles. “You can do better.”

She tilts her head, considering him for a long moment. “No...I don’t think I can,” she breathes.

“Weren’t you engaged to a doctor?” He points out.

“You’re better for me than Benjamin,” she replies instantly. “You were right. I can’t go back to making Jell-O molds.”

He drops the cigarette as he continues looking at her. “You’ve been in the right place at the right time a lot for me these last couple of months,” he murmurs.

She furrows her brow. “What do you mean?” There’s a buzz of crew members around them, and he seems to think better of elaborating, so she takes his hand and tugs him a few feet down the hall into her dressing room. When the door is closed, she asks, “Lenny, are you okay?”

His eyes are a little sad when he nods slowly. “I’m fine, Midge, I promise,” he murmurs.

“Okay...”

“When I was in California...I told you I was visiting my kid.”

“Whose name I still don’t know, by the way,” she reminds him, raising her eyebrows.

His lips quirk a bit to the side. “Her name is Kitty,” he answers. His fingers toy with hers a bit, and she realizes she hasn’t let go of his hand - nor does she want to. “You remember the bag?” He asks quietly.

Midge bobs her head slowly. “I remember the bag.”

“Well, the bag is gone now,” he assures her with a gentle squeeze. “There were a few times out there that I, uh...came close to scoring, and somehow...reminders of you kept showing up. Or, you know, your face on my TV screen.”

She tilts her head with a smile. “Are you saying I was your guardian angel?”

He laughs quietly. “Something like that.”

Her free hand slips around the back of his neck, her fingers twisting the curls there. “You’ve been mine for a couple years now. I guess it was time I returned the favor,” she murmurs.

His eyes flutter closed as she plays with his hair, and he breathes, “Thank you.”

“You can repay me by pretending to be my boyfriend until Gordon stops sniffing around,” she teases.

He wraps his other arm around her, pulling her close. “Or...we could not pretend,” he offers quietly as he opens his eyes to gaze down at her once more. “We could...actually give this a shot.”

She smiles up at him and nods. “I’d love that.”

[sylviazem]

FFXIV Write 2022: #19- Turn a Blind Eye

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Ugh...another day of wasted effort, Stella thought as she was approaching her door. One day...I’ll make somethin’ of this place. But...what the hells am I even cookin’ tonight? What a headache.

“Hehehe, why don’ ye come an’ ‘ave a good time with us, kitten? We’ll treat ye nice, promise! Hehe...”

“N-no, I-”

...An’ now this. Two men were harassing a miqo’te girl not far from where she was. It’s just one thing after another tonight.

“Oi, you two,” she called out as she approached the unruly duo. “I’m gonna say this politely only once: quit harassin’ the girl an’ piss off. I don’t tolerate that kinda behavior in front of me place.”

“Eh?! An’ who’re ye supposed to be? Why don’ ye mind yer own bloody business.”

“Aye! ‘Less yer keen to join us, o’ course, I suggest ye turn a blind eye an’ keep movin’, lass.”

“...Hmph.” She turned away, putting her foodstuffs on the ground and taking her shoes off.

“...Aye, that’s a smart girl. Don’ want no trouble fer y-”

She kicked the man on the side of his knee and clocked him in the jaw with such force that a tooth flew out as he tumbled to the ground. Stella stepped on his head and leaned closer.

“Are ya ‘ard o’ ‘earin’, ya f***in’ milksop? Huh?! I told ya to piss off!”

“B-bugger me, she’s insane! Do somefin’, man!”

“Oh,” she turned to face the other man with a fierce look in her eye. “Yer buddy wants to ‘ave a go? F***in’ try me. C’mon, I’ll give ya one fer free. Don’ be shy!”

She tauntingly slapped her own cheek and threw her arms open. Sure enough, the man took advantage and punched her. His smirk quickly turned into confusion however, when Stella barely flinched from the hit.

“...That the best ya got, ya flaccid piece o’ s***e?”

“...S-sod this,” the man wouldn’t even try to finish the fight. “I’m outta ‘ere!”

“W-w-wait,” his friend scrambled to his feet and limped after him. “Don’ leave me ‘ere with ‘er..!”

“Aye, run! Ya d***less f***in’ c***s!” Stella snorted the blood from her nose and spat it out. “An’ I be’er not see either o’ yas ‘ere again!!”

Ah...right. The miqo’te girl was staring at her, dumbfounded by what had transpired. “Ya okay, lass?”

“I-I’m...fine,” she stuttered. “Um, thank you...for chasing those brutes off...”

“Yer welcome. Ya best skitter back home now, miss. Plenty more unsavory folk out an’ about at this hour.”

“Oh, no, I...I’m plenty home already, miss...”

“...I see,” Another pauper, livin’ on the streets... “Best of luck to ya, then.”

“W-wait!” The girl grabbed Stella’s hand. “Could I...repay your kindness, somehow?”

...Might be I’m in luck. “...Can ya cook?”

“Oh, yes, ma’am!”

“Come right on in then, doll. What, uh, what’s yer name?”

“Cherry, ma’am. Pleased to meet you!”

“...Likewise. Ya can call me Stella. An’ please...enough with the ‘ma’am’.”

[taiblogcomics]

Barely a Cammi-o Appearance

Hey there, Iron Man's undergarments. We're down to the wire! Last three issues of Avengers Arena, starting now! Let's fucking goooooooo~!

Here's the cover:

Honestly, kind of a cool cover. And somehow, judging from my research (i.e. checking the "Shout-Outs" section of TVTropes), this one isn't based on a particular movie or anything, unlike so many covers before it. I guess it's just really echoing that style really well. Thankfully, there is actually remarkably little lust in these comics. A bit too much blood, though, and not nearly enough jetpacks. Also, I know the style of these has always been "I was a teenage X", but "was" implies past tense. Cammi is still very much a teenage astrogirl. That didn't stop being a thing that was true or anything~

So, last time we had a big dumb fight scene with Cullen as a monster that ended in Nara's death. Once again, it's kind of hard to be broken up over this OC that was only introduced in this comic and has been kind of obnoxious throughout the story. Understandably, though, Anachronism isn't taking it well. I'm gonna skip over this first page of Arcade monologuing about the value of slow burn stories (I'd like to slowly burn this story, let me tell you), because I truly do not care, and just get to the part where Anachronism swings his axe into Cullen's stomach.

Thankfully, it doesn't result in another death (although it probably should), though it does result in copious amounts of blood. Just as the cover promised! Cullen thinks he deserves it anyways, because he's on his mopey emo teen kick, where he's secretly in love with his best friend, therefore his best friend should kill him for killing his girlfriend. Real fuckin' tragic stuff. Cammi breaks up the fight by shooting Anachronism with her laser gun, which somehow has enough force to send him flying.

Meanwhile, Nico has correctly concluded that everything sucks in this story, so the time for nice and making friends is over. All it got her last time was dead, so she and Chase blast Reptil aside, then she goes rocketing into the ocean with Cullen. Also meanwhile, Hazmat turns up alive, her radiation suit and probably also her stomach wounds leaking heavily. She stumbles across X-23 unconscious in the forest, and tries to move as quickly as she can away from her. But the lingering trigger scent and her wounds rouse X-23 to consciousness. That's not gonna be good for anybody.

So those two duke it out, which actually loops back around to how this all began. Yeah! You remember the very first issue starting with a fight between X-23 and Hazmat? I don't blame you if you don't, I wanna put every thought of that issue out of my head too. But this is that fight, right down to Hazmat's inner monologue about being a hater, which has only become more tiresome in the months since. If this was something we cared about, it'd be a satisfying narrative thing to see the story finally cycle back around to its foreshadowing. But instead it's this story.

Anyways, watching the fight is Arcade, of course, but watching him watch the fight? Hey, you remember that bit where Apex and Deathlocket fell into his lair? Hey, we're finally coming back to that. The pair of them have been hiding in the duct work this whole time, observing Arcade and learning his routine. Hey, you remember how Arcade is a nanite-infused god? Why hasn't he noticed them? Hey, you remember how Apex is a technopath? Why can't she control Arcade's nanites? It's almost like this isn't a very good story~

So Apex and Tim are switching back and forth almost comically now, essentially to carry an argument with each other. I've no doubt alters argue with each other sometimes, but my problem is the ease of their switching, when it took unconsciousness for them to switch before. But if I keep complaining about every detail, we'll never get this review done. We're three paragraphs deep, and I haven't progressed the plot at all! Anyways, the point is that they've repaied and upgraded Deathlocket's cannon arm. Locket gets as annoyed with their arguing as the reader is and decides to head off and put a plan into action.

The plan is maybe Apex/Tim can hack into Arcade's systems, they just need him distracted enough to do so. Locket first tries letting some of the animals loose, but Arcade's robot assistant just rounds them up. She upgrades to actually breaking stuff, but he sends the robot in to deal with it again. Can't you see Grandma's watching her stories? She picks up Kid Briton's sword and cleaves the robot in twain, but gets startled by one of the other bodies in the storage room. It's Darkhawk, and he's still alive! Seeing him roused from death makes her scream, which is finally enough to get Arcade off his ass to check on things himself.

With Arcade having left his creepy observation deck, Apex swings into action. Or at least she tries, since Tim keeps switching in to argue that they should go check on Deathlocket. That scream sounded real, and she could be in trouble. Once she gets Tim off her back (with a lot of insufferable British slang, by the way), she manages to break into Arcade's network, only to then set off one of his firewalls, which is just him ripping off a similar thing from Jurassic Park, right down to the finger-wagging.

So Arcade comes back in, leading a shocked Deathlocket, and doing his smuggy-smug superior taunting stuff. He's a little impressed they're down here, thinking they were already dead, and he just has them have a seat while he watches more of his teens-fighting-teens spank bank. Nico's still dragging Cullen through the ocean, Cammi has Chase at gunpoint, Anachronism's fighting a triceratops for some reason... And while he's gloating at how beautiful it all is that he's finally pushed everyone over the brink, the comic ends with Arcade getting clubbed over the head by Darkhawk, now fully conscious and mobile! Oh, finally an issue with a good ending~

Well, I could complain about how this is another dumb fight scene issue, or how even the parts that aren’t are annoying because of the constant bickering between Tim and Apex. Or even Apex being annoying all by herself by a combination of her smug attitude (only a hair under Arcade’s own) and the need to remind you she’s English by shoving in Britishisms into every dialogue balloon to the point she sounds like an old-timey Cockney thief character. But honestly, that last panel with Darkhawk standing over Arcade brandishing a weapon is just so satisfying... I can’t wait to see how they ruin this moment next issue~

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Ohnaka, Shriv, and Bane have find out their S/O was (until recently) a full time chiropractor/massage therapist, how do they find this out? Well she helps to massage all that tension out and probably help with a bad back in some cases (probably both) a lil something on this please? .3.

Ooh, the boys are gonna get spoiled! We all know Shriv deserves it most of all!

Warnings: None. Just a couple of Duros and one Weequay getting a nice massage from their S/O.

“Dis effort … es no longer … profitable!”  had been Hondo Ohnaka’s words. He had failed at his endeavor, but not before nearly dying at the hands of a clever Jedi Knight.

Oooh, but Hondo was more so. He had escaped death, lived to tell his tale, and tell he did. You had heard all about it, though he was loath to admit his neck, his back, and his arms were sore.

He had battled one named Skywalker, hand-to-hand with a melee weapon; an electrostaff against a lightsaber. It had seemed like a good idea, the pirate had tanks to back him up, yet all had proven futile in the end. The only thing that was left to him were his complaints and body aches.

He tutted around his Corona-class armed frigate, mumbling obscenities. You were perhaps his flavor of the week; the month; the year if you could keep up with him. Though, you had a few tricks of your own up your fancy sleeves, a way to please the Weequay. You beckoned Hondo to his stately bedchamber.

“Have a seat. Let me pamper you, my liege.”

You bowed in a show of theatrical humility. Hondo loved this game – for you to praise him and act as an abiding slave.

“Permission granted,” Ohnaka announced, stretching himself out leisurely. You took this opportunity to woo him with your valuable expertise.

Besides, in a way, he would profit from it…

“One thing you might not know about me: I was a massage therapist before you whisked me away on this grand adventure.” You rounded him, trailing your fingers along his coat; his shoulders. You began to help him take it off.

“Really? How fortunate for me.”  Hondo was not shy when it came to stating the obvious, or those things that were in his favor; to be humble was a thing reserved.

You had to work harder on him unlike other clients; his skin was tough, leathery, though still somewhat pliant. He moaned out a sound denoting he was happy, making this laborious undertaking all worthwhile.

“You are good at dis, my dear. Remind me tu... repay you.” He struck a wicked smile.

Shriv Suurgav had been nearly killed piloting a ship he wasn’t too familiar with – a TIE Fighter of all things. He had boarded a Star Destroyer with Iden and his niece - she was self-proclaimed. He had left for weeks afterward, on a mission from the general. Shriv somehow found the time to visit you on one of his recent meetups with the fleet.

Initially, they hadn’t let him land. He was turned away from you, your frigate and its team of medics. He had comm-called you once it was safe to do so, reassured you, letting you know he was still alive.

You could tell something was wrong - he was tired - beside himself in sorrow, yet he tried to play it off. Iden had been close to him, and now he was burdened with her loss.

You wanted to coddle him; show him affection; give the depressed Duros a reason to laugh again. He was overworked by Leia, and while you respected her, Shriv rarely received any commendations for a job well done.

He arrived to you a mess, yet he tried to muster a smile of sorts. You reached your hand out for him. He took it up and rubbed his cheek into the center of your palm.

Shriv looked on the verge of tears, his expression pained. He only managed to say three words, though they nearly caused your heart to burst.

“I missed you.”

He made the motions to engage you in a hug; that sort of thing was always awkward for him, yet he seemed to want one. His body would deny him, forcing him to scrunch an eye. He rasped out a haggard breath.

“S-sorry… I-I’m just a little sore…”

His shoulders were stiff; his arms, his neck; his muscles ached. The crash had done a number on him, and he was still recovering.

“Come here, Shriv. You know, I used to be a massage therapist before I joined the Rebellion.”

Shriv chuckled rather meekly; he was not himself. “I can see why you’d want to keep that a ssecret in a place like this. You’d have a line outside your door.”

You guided him along, sat him down, and lowered onto your knees behind him. Your fingers bore into his cobalt flesh beneath his uniform, your hands applying just the right amount of pressure to relieve all his undue stress.

The Duros gasped at first, not knowing what he was feeling. It hurt, but then it felt so good. His brow ridge knit; he melted into it. His fangs bit down on his slender bottom lip.

He had no quips, no snarky comments. He was feeling complimentary for once, simply grateful to have you by his side.  

“You spoil me, sweetheart. Don’t know what I did to deserve a gal like you.”

Cad Bane had gotten his choobies handed to him by Fennec Shand. He was beat to snot and had lost out on all his credits. He reached you worse for wear, in pain, and his muscles ached – his entire self. You felt sorry for him and decided to utilize your skills.

“Lie down, Cad,” you lightly commanded him.

He was too tired, too worn to argue with you. He sat down, slumping over with a wince upon your bed. Bane removed his hat and hung his head, mumbling grouchily, “maybe Ah'm gettin' too old fer dhis.”

“Nonsense.” you assured him, conducting him into the correct position. He was timid – Cad wasn’t used to dropping his wary guard or his excessive vigilance.

That all vanished into the ether, out and beyond the stars above, whilst your hands worked their magic on him. He made sounds you had never heard; groans, grunts, and ones perhaps of relief or pleasure. You were happy you could do something nice for him.

“Where’d ye learn te do all dhis? Ssome kinda ssorcery,” he claimed; his voice a husky gravel, though more subdued than was normal for him.

“I was a massage therapist back on Coruscant. My patrons were mainly Clones. They tipped well and were always sore – war and all," you responded reservedly.

“Keepin’ ssecrets from me, s’what it is.”

Did your ears deceive you? You could have sworn the Duros purred.

You’d be laserbrained to mention it, though you smiled a little to yourself. It felt good to be appreciated, knowing all too well that Bane’s involuntary praise was as close to a thank you as you would get.

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What it would be like to do your hair with your elven s/o

Elrond:

- You offer to do his hair in the morning which surprises him as usually you are asleep by the time he wakes up and he does it quietly, watching you as you sleep.

- Elrond lets you style and braids his hair in his usual style, taking time to make sure it is correct and also to have as much time as possible with your elvish lover.

- Elrond sat thinking about the day ahead and also at how relaxing this was, the feeling of your fingers stroking and moving his hair was so gentle and calming.

- When you finish doing his hair, you go to get his crown but he stops you with his hand, standing and gesturing you to sit. You did so and felt the bed shift as Elrond got onto it.

- You say that he doesn't have to, that he had a busy day ahead and that you can do your own. He shushes you "I am repaying the favour mel nin" he would say in your ear and start doing your hair skillfully. You relax as he whispers sweet words about how beautiful your hair is as you fight the urge to relax into Elrond's chest.

- When he is finished he kisses the top of your head and hugs you close. He asks if you both can do it again sometime and you nodded, watching Elrond as he left the room to do his duties, sporting your braids.

Thranduil:

- Thranduil never usually wears braids, preferring to have his hair loose and long. When you ask if you could braid his hair he looks at you confused. You say it will not take long and he can take it out if he does not like them. After a little while of persuasion, Thranduil allows you to braid his beautiful hair.

- Thranduil had no idea braiding hair would be this relaxing, the way that your fingers moved in his hair was one of the most relaxing things this elf had ever experienced. He let out a sigh and you looked, worried you hurt him, however, you saw that he was just terribly relaxed, you had managed to make the fearsome king of Eryn Galen putty in your hands.

- When you are finished you let him look at himself in the mirror, he looks at himself, liking the way you braid his hair to enhance his face and his crown which would soon sit on the top of his head.

- After a while of looking he looks back at your hair which is usually braided and he offers to do it for you. It was your turn to be surprised, you had never seen Thranduil braid hair before, but slowly you accepted, sitting down on the bed and letting Thranduil braid your hair.

- It was relaxing the way that he moved your hair, however, you did not think he was doing a certain style, Thranduil behind you was gritting his teeth, trying to effectively braid your hair and impress you, he had no idea how.

- Your hair was slightly a mess when you looked in the mirror, Thranduil had tried doing your normal style and in some ways, he had it correct, however, it was obvious he had never done it before.

- Thranduil quickly scarpered, leaving you to redo your hair. You did not mind, you loved the feeling of his fingers running through your hair.

Lindir:

- If you offer to do Lindir's hair he is surprised, a noble elf such as you should not be expected to do a low elf like him's hair. Lindir says quietly that he is but a low elf, he would love you to do his hair but it would be improper.

- You roll your eyes, reminding him that as he is your husband what is proper and improper does not matter. Linda nods and lets you do his hair. Lindir never expected to feel this good, the way you gently did his hair made him close his eyes and relax into your gentle touch.

- Somehow he falls asleep and when you are finished you giggle slightly, tapping his shoulder. Immediately he wakes and apologises for falling asleep. You smiled, hugging him from behind. Lindir again relaxes into you but says that he must do your hair if he will allow him.

- Lindir shifts behind you and does yours, he is quick, expertly styling your hair into a beautiful style that you had never worn before. You never knew Lindir was so good at styling your hair and you said so, looking at his work in the mirror. Lindir smiles in pride, explaining how he did it for his siblings when they were young.

Haldir: (I am like miss Haldir so much. I need to keep on saying that he is alive in the books)

- Haldir had returned for a few days for a break, he was tired and weak from his duties so you decided to wash his hair for him. Haldir jumps at this chance, wishing to feel your hands and soft touches.

- You wash Haldir's hair with warm water, massaging his scalp and making sure all the dirt and stress is relieved. You take your time, savouring the moments you had and making sure his hair was beautiful and clean.

- You finish and slowly dry his hair. Through this Haldir did not say a word, his eyes were closed and it looked like he was asleep as you finished drying his hair and braided it. You decided to give him a different style from his normal look which was more complicated and allowed you to spend more time with your hands between his soft strands.

- You finished and kissed his head, Haldir looked up at you, smiling slightly. He notices the new style and nods to his liking of it. He offers to do yours and you also jump at the chance to have Haldir's hands in our hair.

- Haldir is very quick at braiding but he goes slower with you, he only really knows his own hair braid style, so he does it. He makes sure that it looks smart and at one point just lets his hands rest in your hair and closes his eyes, relaxing to the feeling.

- You love how your hair is now Haldir's usual style and you ask for him to teach you how to do it so you can wear it to remember him when he is away.

Arwen:

- Arwen is the first to ask if she can braid your hair, she had thought of a style that would go beautifully on you. You let Arwen stroke your hair and braid it skilfully and slowly into a pattern. She was right, it looked amazing on you.

- You offer to do hers and she agrees, sitting and letting you start braiding her hair into a mixture of your own and her usual style. Her hair was beautiful and you couldn't help just sit and hold her like this. Arwen closed her eyes and slightly lent into you as you did her hair,

- When you finished Arwen looked in the mirror and said many praises about how beautiful her hair now was. You go red in her praise as she runs her hand across it and smiles at her reflection.

- When you meet Elrond and Lindir for a meeting they both praise your hair and Arwen's at how beautiful they both looked.

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So it goes: Chapter 6 - MI x fem!OC

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Summary: A secret trip to London and some silly conversation about astrology was all they needed to forget the world existed, at least for a couple hours.

Pairing: Michael Italiano x fem!OC

Warnings: fluff all over the place, swearing, more fluff and domestic vibes, mentions of sex because that’s what we do in this house.

Word count: 5.5k

A/N: Part 6 is here and there’s no tears for a change. I love your theories about these two so keep sending them! Thanks for the love, the likes, the comments and the reposting, it means the world to me! Enjoy it and let me know what you think!

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Chapter 6 - 24 hours.

Maggie couldn't help but smile as she watched Michael leave the room. It was a miracle that she was there. It was a miracle that she managed to travel to London to spend the weekend with him. But the thing that Maggie actually considered a miracle was that everyone believed the lies they said. When Daniel and Jas asked Michael if he wanted to go with them and Blake to Monaco, he invented some lame excuses for why he had to stay in London. At the same time, Maggie told everyone that she was going to London to see Lily and she begged her best friend to cover her saying that, in fact, Maggie was with her. Lily’s prize wasn’t cheap; she wanted to know who was Maggie’s secret man. Maggie knew her best friend wasn’t going to open her mouth; she knew Lily would rather die than betray her so she had no other option than to tell the truth. Maggie could still hear Lily’s screams over the phone. She still had on her head the ‘congratulations, baby’, ‘you deserve to have a handsome man and some good sex’, ‘you’re a bitch, you should have told me before’ and the ‘as soon as I see you you’re giving me every single little and dirty details about your secret adventure’. The last thing Maggie wanted was for her best friend to find out over the phone, but it was the prize to pay if she wanted to spend the weekend there. So long, it was worth it.

It took them a whole month and a lot of organization to do it, but they kept their promise and they made it. Maggie flew on a Friday night; Michael picked her up at the airport, and from that moment on they didn’t move from each other’s side, not even an inch. After a month without seeing each other, they were a mess. The desperation they had was so intense they barely reached the door of his apartment and they were already ripping each other's clothes. They had barely forty-eight hours to be together, so Maggie was planning to make them count. That night there was no foreplay, no teasing, and no games. They just caught up for the lost time and Maggie was absolutely happy to finally be able to have Michael with her. She was happy to have him over and inside her after five terrible long weeks. Five long, terrible weeks without kissing him or touching. It wasn’t the first time they spent so much time away, but somehow this time it was different. It was harder. It felt longer. Michael kept his promise, but instead of just going out to have dinner, he used the whole Saturday as a date. He woke her up with kisses on her neck, the promise of a coffee waiting for her in the kitchen, and a date that was going to start as soon as they were done with breakfast, but Maggie was just too lazy. It was a bad and a good idea to say the word ‘lazy’ that morning, because as soon as that word left her lips Michael made it his mission to wake her up with a smile on her face. He moved the covers to the side, took her panties off, opened her legs, and started to eat her up without question being asked. What happened the night before was incredible, but to start the morning with Michael between her legs was something different. After a long month she was happy to feel his tongue playing with her. When Michael was done with her, Maggie was ready to repay the favor, but he insisted the best way to pay him was to get her pretty ass from that bed so they could leave.

After kisses, coffees and Maggie asking more than once why they had to leave so early, they left the apartment to hit the road. Maggie asked more than once where they were going, but his answer was always the same ‘you’ll see’. They left with their hands tangled the whole way as some soft music played on the back. The only moment they let go was when Maggie placed her hand on the back of his head to run her fingers through his hair and Michael rested his hand over her legs while driving. An hour later they were in Surrey where they spent the day acting like a happy couple, even if they weren’t really one. They walked around, had lunch and kept walking the whole day. They got lost in the streets while they talked about life and family and whatever came to their minds. Maggie couldn’t remember the last time she felt as happy as that day.  

She never got to walk hand in hand with Michael until that day. They held hands when they were on that plane on their way to Las Vegas; they held hands the first night they almost kissed in the living room and at the back of the taxi the first time they slept together. They did it again and again while being in bed, sometimes at the beach, during New Year’s Eve, and whenever they could sneak in and spend more than two minutes together, but never like that day. She couldn’t help but look down at her small hand against his massive one. She smiled at the contrast of her nails painted black against his skin. She couldn’t help but love the way his thumb stroked her skin and played with her fingers. She loved every second of it, how their hands fit together and how his skin felt against hers all the time while their fingers were laced. But her favorite part wasn’t that. Her favorite part was looking up at Michael while they were walking. He was talking about launching his website and how excited he was for that and the race in Melbourne in almost a month. Michael was talking and all Maggie could do was look at him and ask herself how she could have been so lucky. That beautiful, sweet, gentle, strong, smart Aussie walking by her side wanted her. He made everything in his power to make that trip possible -lies included- because he wanted to spend time with her before he had to go around the world. He reorganized his busy life and planned the whole weekend so they could spend it together. Maggie was really, really lucky, and she knew it.

She lost hers looking at him again while they were back in the back. They were driving back to London as the sun was setting, still hand in hand with happy smiles on their faces. Maggie was looking at the sun reflecting on his dark sunglasses, and she was sure there was nothing better than that. Nothing could beat the feeling of his laugh echoing inside the car, his hand bringing hers closer to his face so he could kiss her knuckles, and the way she felt when Michael mentioned how maybe he could sneak to Dublin for a weekend between winter testing and the start of the season. ‘In the worst case, we can find a way to bring you here again. I’m willing to do whatever Lily asks if she covers our backs again’ was what he said to make her kiss his cheek.

They went back to have dinner like normal people in a little restaurant they found in London. It was just like they promised, just the two of them no hurry, no interruptions and no hiding. It was the best date Maggie ever had and it was all thanks to Michael. He made her laugh and smile like nobody ever did. He made her heart jump of happiness and love like nobody else, especially when he complimented her and insisted she looked beautiful and no tired or sleepy as she said she looked. ‘I know you're tired and sleepy, but it's not the face you have right now. If it was the case I wouldn’t mind because your sleepy face is one of my favorite things, so don’t worry about it’ he insisted as they waited for their dessert. Maggie wanted to cover his face with kisses, but she couldn’t, so she waited.

That night, waiting was worth the pain. After dinner they went straight home. It was just them on their own kissing and making each other moan like nothing else mattered. Maggie barely gave him time to close the door to the apartment as she was on her knees to thank him for the day, holding onto his legs and hips as she made wonders sucking on him. She didn’t get to kiss his face as she wanted in the restaurant, so she took care of kissing every other inch of skin he could reach. She toyed with him until Michael was a mess of moans trying to hold onto something else than her hair as she ran her tongue over his cock and her hands over his legs. Just like earlier when she was looking at his face while they were walking, Maggie was hypnotized by the sight of Michael, but this time with rosy cheeks, jaw hanging, and eyes closed as he was moaning her name. She almost forgot how much he loved his voice. The last month was an eternal exchange of texts to arrange the trip, but no phone calls in case someone might hear them.  In that moment she also realized how it was counted the times she got to really hear him, because there was always people or they were always in a hotel room. They always had to keep it quiet or be in silence because nobody could know what they were doing. It was always them moaning softly in each other’s ears –or necks or lips or shoulders–, but not that night. That night he was hers to make him scream, moan and do whatever she wanted, and that’s exactly what Maggie did.

An hour and a half Maggie was lying in the middle of the bed, covered by the covers as she was just wearing her panties and nothing else, simply because there was no point in wearing anything else, not even one of his shirts. She knew lying to everyone was terrible; she knew it was stupid but every single one of those thoughts disappeared as Michael made her moan his name again and again as he fucked her senseless against the bed. None of that was in her mind as he made her cum twice until her legs were shaking. They disappeared again as she saw Michael walk into the room again after five minutes, black boxers and nothing else covering his body. Her mouth watered at the view as he walked to the side of the bed, dropping his phone on the nightstand. “I’m not picking up that thing again” he promised as he laid down beside her, arms automatically wrapping around her body.    

He left the room five minutes earlier because Daniel was calling him. He didn’t care if Maggie listened to the conversation, but Maggie couldn’t stop giggling. Before Daniel called, Michael was very busy tickling and kissing Maggie. The fact that Daniel was calling made her laugh even more; that’s why Michael decided to leave. He apologized three times before he left, promising to go back to bed soon as possible while Maggie covered her mouth because nobody needed to know she was there in his bed. Maggie couldn’t help but smile as she turned to the side to look at him. “It's okay, babe. Its Danny, so you had to pick it up” she spoke, moving her fingertips around his chest and neck.  Michael nodded as he kissed her neck, letting his fingertips wander around her waist and back, lazily tracing patterns over her skin. “Are you okay?” he asked sweetly against her jaw as he moved to look at her face.  Maggie was more than okay; she was absolutely happy. After their goodbye at the airport and after a month of being away from him, Maggie was over the moon for being in his arms. The last twenty-four hours in London were a dream full of smiles, kisses, hugs, awesome food and even more incredible sex, so Maggie nodded and smiled at his question. “I’m with my favorite boy; he took me to a date, fucked me till my legs turned into jelly and made me cum six times in the last twenty-four hours. Couldn’t ask for a better day” she affirmed, kissing his lips sweetly. “What about you?”

“I’m incredibly happy. My girl is here and today wasn’t raining, so I can’t ask for more on this weekend” he smiled, moving closer to her until their chests were touching. “You still owe me that explanation about you and me”  Maggie had to stop and think for a second. She had no idea what explanation he was talking about, but she knew if he said that it was for something. “You and me? What about you and me?” she asked with a confused face as she moved one of her legs over his waist.  “You promised me to tell me about our incompatibility and how are we meant to break or whatever astrology says” Michael explained with a silly smile on his face. “I’m curious, so tell me what the stars say about us” Maggie couldn’t believe Michael remembered that, but she wasn’t surprised at all. It was just a silly comment, but he kept it in his head for a damn month, so she had no way to run from that. “You really wanna know about that?” she asked to check up twice before she started to explain it to him.

“I’m sure. Besides, I’m curious. I know your aunt is an astrologist, but I had no idea you knew about it”  She would be lying if she said she didn’t ask her aunt Mimi about Gemini and Scorpio. Even when Maggie grew up with an astrologist aunt, she never asked about her or any boyfriend she had. She knew a couple things about zodiac signs, and it was enough for her, but when things started with Michael, she got curious. Maggie knew she couldn’t ask directly to her aunt, so she invented and excuse saying one of her friends from work wanted to know. Her aunt Mimi didn’t ask much questions; she just dropped the information, saying fact after fact as Maggie nodded while listening, trying to remember as much information as possible. She also knew it wasn’t an exact science, but she just wanted to know. “I know a thing or two and think it’s kind of interesting, that’s it” she shrugged, acting like it was no big deal.  “That’s why you got this bad boy?” he asked, running his fingers over the new tattoo over her left arm.

“No, I got it for you, my darling” she joked, kissing his kips as they both smiled.

As soon as he saw it, Michael thought it was hilarious she got The Lovers tarot card on her arm, especially considering the situation. Maggie didn’t do it for that, but it was kind of hilarious. She had been in love with that card since she was a kid. It was the first card she ever picked the first time her aunt told her to choose a card from Maggie’s favorite deck. She remembered perfectly her excitement as her little fingers ran over the golden cards trying to pick one. She couldn’t really remember what her aunt said about it; it was probably a lie considering Maggie was a kid. All she remembered was how fascinated she was with the card and how she spent weeks drawing it. Maggie always joked about having it tattooed and she finally did it back in January after she got home from Perth. One boring rainy Sunday, Maggie was just playing with the deck of cards that her aunt gave her years ago, and suddenly the first card that appeared in front of her was The Lovers. That’s how she knew she had to do it. She didn’t tell anyone anything, just went and did it. Not even Michael knew until she got to London. He was fascinated with it, and even when she explained why she got the tattoo and that it was actually her sign’s tattoo, Michael spent the whole night and day saying Maggie got the tattoo for them. “I feel honored, sweetheart. Now explain it to me” he insisted, kissing her once. Maggie took a deep breath and started to think. She had no idea if she should tell the good things or just everything. She had no idea if she should say how Mimi insisted that the match was a very bad idea that was going to take a lot of work if it actually worked. Maggie had no idea what to do, but then she remembered how Michael could read her, so he was going to know if she was hiding or lying. “We’re an incompatible match. It’s fun and sexy initially, but we need a lot of work to have a harmonious relationship” she started explaining, but Michael interrupted her before she kept talking. 

“Well, I can assure you it's fun and sexy so far, so they got that right” he joked with a cheeky smile on his face.  She couldn’t deny he was right. Never in her life she had as much fun with someone as with him. It was just easy to be around Michael. It was easy and nice and fun and comfortable and it felt right to be around him. That was just a couple of the reasons why Michael was her favorite person to be around. That was why he was her favorite person. In addition to all that, the sex was mind-blowing, so Michael was right; it was sexy and fun.  “Exactly” she agreed as she kept talking. “They also say we’re the most challenging signs to date. We’re basically irresistible, but dramatic and intense. It’s complicated to relate to each other and even when it's an exciting chemistry it's not very stable and it might have extreme highs and lows” she added, fingertips moving over his shoulders and collarbone.  “Hey, that’s not true; we relate to each other. We have things in common and not just Dan and Jas dating. I’m getting offended with all this astrology thing” he affirmed, grabbing her waist and making her impossibly closer to him.  “You’re right about that. We both like coffee, motor races, Australia, dogs, the beach, churros, music, sex, books, drawing, traveling. You like cooking and I like how you cook. You like working out and goddamn how I like the results, mate” Maggie joked, squeezing his bicep with her right hand and scratching his chest lightly with her left hand as she bit her lower lip.

“We like each other” Michael added, grabbing her leg that was already over his waist and making it get higher. “Even if we didn’t like the same things or have the same hobbies, we have the same values and care about the same things in life. I think that’s more important” * Her heart melted as soon as she heard that. He was right, and deep down she knew all that too, but hearing Michael say it made it somehow real. “What a smart man you are, Italiano” she smiled as she felt her knees getting weak even if she was lying down. “What else do those signs say?” Michael asked as he stole a kiss.  “Wait a sec, since when do you care about that kind of stuff? I thought you were a man of science, Mr. Engineer” Maggie wondered. If he remembered that after a month it there must be a reason. There must be a reason why he brought it up even when she dropped it as a joke. “Drop it, babe” she insisted, finally realizing something must be bothering him. Now that she was paying attention, she could see it on his face. Even with a smirk on his face, Michael couldn’t hide from her how there was something in his eyes as he looked at her. It was a mix of worry and sadness and Maggie just wanted to kiss it away. “I care since somebody said we can’t make it work. I don’t like that, but I like the challenge. Besides, you make it sound like a bedtime story”

He didn’t like anyone saying they couldn’t make it work. He didn’t want anyone saying that. She got it and he was right; she didn’t like all that either. “Most depressing bedtime story ever” Maggie nodded, stroking his cheek. “You sure you want me to keep going? I mean, it's basically bullshit; it's not science. Besides, I don’t wanna fuck up our first weekend together with all this thing” It was, in fact, their first whole weekend together on their own. The night of the engagement party they spent the night together, the next morning they had breakfast, but Maggie had plans with Lily so Michael left so she could go have lunch. That was the closest they ever got to some real time alone, but that weekend was different. That weekend there was no pressure, no risk of getting caught, no sneaking to go back to another room. That weekend was just for them. Two nights and two days of nothing but them, so the last thing Maggie wanted was to ruin it by throwing away silly astrological facts. “Sweetheart, you know me, no astrological thing is gonna tell me what to do. I’m just curious and I like hearing you talk about it. There's no way this is going to ruin anything,” he insisted, kissing the palm of her hand as he spoke.

“Fine. So, what else?” she asked as she stopped to think about what else she should say. “Basically, our elements are also incompatible. You’re a water sign and I’m air, and that means we move and express differently through life, so for us making it work it's more on the combination of effort and fate than harmony and convenience”  “You need water and air to kitesurfing,” Michael pointed out, making Maggie smile because he was right as always. “Are you letting me finish?” Maggie asked, and Michael put his hands up in surrender so she could keep going. “So, the thing is we’re basically proof that chemical attraction exists, which is absolutely true. Also, another issue can be how emotional we are. They say we’re fucking different on an emotional level. You, my sweet Scorpio boy, are all about feels and digging into that, and technically I’m all about intellectual approach trying to understand everything first and then moving on. I’m all about brains and you’ll get all frustrated because you like deep conversations about feelings. And your jealous and a bit possessive in relationships and rumors say that's a big problem for my sweet Gemini spirit because I need my freedom to do my own shit. But yeah, the biggest advice I heard it's that if they want to make it work, Gemini has to show Scorpio that they won’t abandon them” Maggie finished, and when she was finally done, she gave him a kiss. It was long as sweet, long, loving, and it was basically yelling ‘I’m not planning to abandon you’. She wasn’t, so she needed him to know.

Maggie was convinced Michael got the message because when they moved apart, he just smiled at her. “That’s deep” he whispered against her lips. “Yeah, it is. But let me tell you, I also know we fucking annoy each other, that we don’t understand each other’s personalities; that I never kept my promises, and you hate that because you’re absolutely loyal, that you’re jealous, and you hate how often I flirt with basically everyone” Maggie added, and by the end she was smiling like a little happy girl.

It couldn’t be further from reality. It was even ridiculous to say it. She felt ridiculous saying it because she knew it was bullshit. The only real thing was Michael being jealous and loyal. She couldn’t even imagine flirting with someone who wasn’t Michael; she loved his personality; she rather died than not keep a promise, and he was the least annoying human being in the whole world. He never annoyed her, not even when he woke her up early. Maggie saw how his face changed as the word ‘flirt’ left her mouth. She felt his grip on her body getting tighter. She knew his eyes well enough to know the jealous Michael entered the conversation. Michael used the phrase ‘my girl’ all day when referring to Maggie, even in front of people, so now listening to all that nonsense sure made something jump inside his chest. She knew he was trying to stay relaxed, but his hand on her leg was telling a different story. If he squeezed a bit more, he was going to leave bruises to make Maggie remember about that weekend for the whole month. “Oh, you flirt a lot?” he asked, acting as chill as possible. “Apparently”  “With whom, if I might ask? Or maybe I can’t because you need your freedom and do whatever you want” he teased, moving to her neck to kiss every spot there. When he was done, he moved to her shoulders and then to her chest.

Maggie could barely think thanks to his lips over her. She knew he was doing it to turn her insane. She knew he was going to tease her and let her begging before he did anything. It worked every single time, and that night wasn’t the exception. Maggie loved every single second of it. She loved the way his lips moved around her, the way his tongue and teeth played with her; the way his scruff scratched and tickled her skin; the way their bodies were tangled and pressed together, and the way his hands kept her in place as his fingertips left goosebumps along the way. He had her breathing fast in no time, chest raising and falling against skin to the point she was barely able to respond. “I tend to flirt and play a lot with my fingers when you’re not around” she confessed in a whisper, eyes closed as her own hands held into his chest and back. “Oh you do? I hope you think about me when you do it” “It's always you, don’t worry” she affirmed already out of breath. It was always him. Even before they were something, Michael was the one on her mind every time she put her fingers to good use inside her panties every time she was alone in bed. He was even in her mind more than once when she was still with her ex, but that was a secret nobody knew, not even Michael. “You know what they also say?” Maggie asked, no really knowing where the concentration came from to keep talking. She did it anyway when Michael made a little sound to let her know he wanted her to keep going. “That's the issue is the long run, basically because the fire can burn out. We’re incompatible in the sex aspect. Geminis technically use sex as a way to have fun. Scorpio sees it as a way to connect on an intimate, deep, and emotional level. This is an issue when they’re in a committed relationship because Scorpio may feel that Gemini keeps things too superficial. Also, we can’t keep our hands off each other because we can’t resist it” “So, it's not just us??” he wondered, kissing and biting her jaw as he made his way up to her lips, but he didn’t kiss her. He just stayed close to look at the mess he had made of her in a couple of minutes. He had such power over her that he didn’t even need to fuck her to turn into an absolute disaster.

She hated it, but she also loved it at the same time. Adobe all, she wouldn’t change it for anything in the world. “Nop, it's not just us” she affirmed, running her fingers –and especially her nails– over his shoulders and neck. “It's all the Scorpio-Gemini couples” “Anything else I should know?” “Geminis have multiple sides, which Scorpios will find very intriguing because they want to figure out who this Gemini truly is. Gemini is all intrigued by Scorpio’s mysterious allure. We basically want to find out everything about them. We’re both also masters at seducing with words, but even when we’re ripping out clothes off, we’re gonna be fighting for control. We can’t help it”. Maggie could barely finish talking as she felt his fingers running around her skin, one hand stroking her tight and the other her ribs. Every time his hands moved over her ribs' tattoos it was like a magical trip where Maggie lost control; this time it wasn’t different. She left a little moan to escape her lips and he just smiled at her. “We don’t do that. We don’t fight for control” he stated.

“We don’t because I’m a soft Gemini and I love to say yes to you, mate. I’m a sucker and a submissive and I honestly don’t care” she purred against his jaw, this time taking a little of revenge for what he was doing to her as she kissed him. “You’re not a sucker, you’re smart, sexy and absolutely beautiful” he affirmed, making her blush even if he wasn’t seeing her. There was no way she wasn’t blushing when Michael said the word ‘beautiful’ while talking about her. “Can I ask you something, babe?” he asked, and Maggie just nodded. “You really believe in those things?” It took her a second to think about what to say. It wasn’t that she didn’t believe in it, but she at the same time she kind of believed it, so it was a weird mix. “In part. Not like I’m gonna drop you for being a Scorpio like ‘yeah na, I don’t date Scorpios’ but I don’t know” she started to explain, moving up to look at him while she spoke. “I rather believe in that than believe there’s a magical something outside that died and came back to life, and the whole story about snakes talking, forbidden fruits and seas opening. I respect people who believe in that because anyone can do or believe in whatever the fuck they want as long as they don’t hurt anyone. But yeah, I guess I would rather believe in astrology than in religion. Besides, it's like I already told you, it's not an exact science, baby. It's not written in the stars” “Even if it was written in the stars, I wouldn’t give a damn. It took me a month to finally get you here, so I don’t give a shit what the stars say. I’m gonna enjoy this until the second you get your beautiful face on a plane” he affirmed, kissing her forehead and them her lips.

Maggie had no idea how, but Michael always knew the right thing to say to make her melt and smile. That case wasn’t the exception. She was happy to be there. To be in his arms, in his home, in his bed. She couldn't stop smiling since she got in the taxi to go to the airport in Dublin and her smile just became bigger the second she saw Michael waiting for her. She was happy because it seemed like Michael couldn’t stop kissing her since she got there; because he told her to act like his home was hers; and because he looked absolutely happy because she was there. Michael seemed happy and excited because she was there and now the fact that he was saying that made her even more happy. “Tell me you’re real. Tell me this is not me being delusional. Tell me I’m in some hospital bed in Dublin after I got hit by a car and this is a good dream I’m having while being in a coma” Maggie purred, throwing her body over his, making Michael lay on his back. “You’re not delusional; you’re not in a coma. We’re here together in London and this is very real, sweetheart” he insisted, placing his arms around her waist as Maggie looked down at her. “Hey, you know in what I believe?” Michael asked, while his thumb touched carefully her cheek. “This thing we have, whatever it is” “That’s cause you like me very, very much?” Maggie wondered, kissing his cheek and looking back at him with a smile on her face. Michael didn’t have to answer, his smile and the way his eyes were shining were enough for her to know the answer, but he did it anyway. “Yes, it’s because I really like you and I really care about you, so I’m gonna say fuck astrology”  “Fuck astrology” Maggie repeated, and before she could even think, Michael was turning them around while he kissed and tickled her again.

[ibuki-loves-you]

hey !! i rlly liked your drv3 boys with a s/o who acts like mikan, i was wondering if you could do that with the trigger happy havoc boys ? tysm have a good day <3

Trigger Happy Havoc boys with an S/O who acts like Mikan

Warnings: Mikan's personality/actions

Mod Ibuki: The support I got on the DRV3 with an S/O who is Mikan reincarnated is insane. I have a few more asks with this specific theme. Just, thank you. Thank you so so much! I'm so excited to write them.

You have a good day too, nonnie!

Makoto:

Makoto is so caring

He always tried his best to make sure you were happy

If someone ever insulted or made fun of you, he'd be pretty angry

Specifically Junko, she likes to bug you

"S/O~ Can you show me what a cat looks like?" "A-Alright..." "No! S/O, please don't do that!"

He wants to be around you often

Just to make sure no one is bothering you

And that you haven't fell

Speaking of falling

If you took a fall in front of him he'd be incredibly flustered but quick to help you nonetheless

If it was a...difficult position, he'd cover you as soon as possible with the brightest blush on his face

"I-I'm sorryyyyy!" "Don't apologize, S/O. It was an accident! Accidents happen!"

If you ever thought he was mad at you he'd feel so horrible, even if he did nothing wrong

"I-I'm so s-sorry, M-Makoto! I'll repay y-you! Sh-should I take my clothes o-off?" "S/O, no no no! You did not make me mad at all! And even if you did you would not have to repay me! Never! Also, don't offer to take your clothes off for me when you genuinely don't want to. You should only show your body to those you want, when you want."

Very supportive boyfriend

Mondo:

Your personalities clash but somehow you got together?

He's loud and doesn't give a single fuck about pissing anyone off and you are, well, the opposite

To say he's protective would be an understatement

No one, and I mean no one, could or would fuck with you

The one time Byakuya told you to speak up, Mondo flipped

"Oh for Christ's sake. Will you speak up? No one can understand you when you're mumbling incoherent nonsense." "The fuck you just say to my S/O you pompous piece of shit!?!"

Then he proceeded to break Byakuya's glasses and give him an almost broken nose

Yeah, no one bothered you

If you took a fall in front of him, he will either catch you or help you as soon as you hit the floor

If you fall in a suggestive position, he'd cover you AS SOON AS A VIEW IS GIVEN

No one, and I mean NO ONE, is catching a peak at you trust me

And if someone laughs, oh boy

They have an angry and very violent biker to deal with

If you ever thought he was mad at you, he'd immediately think it was his fault because of his anger problems

"I-I'm s-sorry! D-Do you w-want me to t-take my clothes off?" "Shit, baby no. Don't be sorry, you did nothin' wrong. I promise, I'm not mad at all. Don't offer to take your clothes off for me unless you want to, not because you wanna please me. That's not how I want this relationship to be, and I doubt you disagree."

Mondo cares so much about you and just wants to protect you through thick and thin <3

Yasuhiro:

Yasuhiro thinks you're adorable

Like you could do no wrong in his eyes

He wants to hug you 24/7

Don't think he won't either

If anyone tried to be mean to you, he'd be so confused and upset

"Why would you say that? They did nothing wrong, so why would you say something so rude for no reason? Uncalled for, man."

If you ever took a fall in front of him, he'd be so late

Like you'd be on the floor and he wouldn't notice until you whimpered or something along those lines

"S/O! How'd you get down there? C'mon, I'll help you, don't worry!"

If you fell in a suggestive position, he'd still be so late to responding

But when he does he blushes so much

"W-Why didn't I save myself the trouble and predict this?"

But nonetheless he is quick to pull you to his chest and hide you from the views of anyone else who may have been around

If you ever offered to take your clothes off just to please him, he'd be a little upset

"S/O, I don't want you to do that just because you wanna make me happy. That doesn't make me happy, especially because it doesn't make you happy. Please don't do that. You're body is too beautiful to be shown just for the sake of satisfying someone."

If you ever thought he was mad at you, he'd be confused as to if he did something or not

"H-Hiro! I-I didn't m-mean to m-make you m-mad at me! I-I'm s-sorry!" "Hey, look at me S/O. Do I look mad? I don't think I do. I'm not mad at all! Don't apologize for something you didn't do, alright? I love you! Wanna do a reading with me? Maybe it'll cheer you up."

Overall, Yasuhiro's a slow but loving partner. He won't let you down. Except when you fall. Then he does.

Leon:

Another protective one!

Leon is so so so protective

You are his baby, no one is gonna fuck with you

Or else he'll take his bat to their knees

But say an unlucky fellow does try to do such a thing

They're going to be limping around for a bit

"Hey, S/O! A little birdie told me you wouldn't mind giving others a little show. Mind doing so?" "O-Oka-" "No. S/O, don't. As for you, you asshole, I suggest you walk away before I knock your fucking teeth down your throat."

He never stops telling you about how you should only show your body to those you want to show

He hates that you'd offer just to make someone happy

"Baby, don't do that. It's gonna make you upset in the long run. You're body is way to beautiful and perfect to be shown to others freely. Only show it to people you want to show. Promise me you'll do that?"

If you ever took a fall in front of him, he'd help you up as soon as he sees. Which is pretty quick

He'd immediately grab your hands and tell you that it's okay

If you fell in a suggestive position, he'd be as red as his hair, but he'd still race to cover you up and make sure you're okay

If you ever thought he was mad at you, he'd be angry with himself for making you think that

"A-Ah! I-I'm s-sorry I-I made y-you angry! I-" "You know I hate interrupting you, but I just want you to know you don't have to apologize. You did nothing wrong! Not a thing! I don't want you to think for a second you made me mad because you didn't. I don't think I can get mad at you, if we're being completely honest."

Leon wants you to know that you are absolutely beautiful and no matter what you will always have him by your side

Chihiro:

Chihiro is shy too, so he completely understands

He's seen first-hand what shy people go through, so he gets pretty worried when it comes to you

If anyone ever tried to mess with you, he'd step in immediately, even if it ended up with him getting picked on. As long as it wasn't on you

"S/O, stop pissing me off, will you? You're really getting on my nerves." "S/O didn't do anything to you. I d-don't even think they know you. S-So please leave them alone."

If you ever took a fall in front of him, he would try to catch you but end up falling with you

As embarrassed as you two were, you still found it a little funny

If you fell in a suggestive position, he'd be beat red but would cover you up as soon as possible

If you ever offered to take your clothes off for him, he'd be so upset

"N-No, S/O! You don't have to do that! I d-don't want you to offer to do that just because you want to please me. I w-want you for your personality! Your body isn't what I fell in love with!"

If you ever thought he was mad at you, he'd cry on the spot

"I-I'm so so s-sorry, Chihiro! I'll do w-whatever I can t-to make it up to y-you!" "S-S/O, y-you don't have to! Please, I promise I'm not m-mad! See? I'm not m-mad. Please don't ever think I-I am. I love you t-too much to get mad at you."

This boy loves you so much and just wants you to be as happy as possible

Kiyotaka:

Taka tries his absolute best to stop your people-pleasing ways

He believes it will hurt you in the long run, and he is right

Most things you do often result in you being extremely uncomfortable and sad

Taka doesn't want to see that! Taka wants to see you happy!

If someone ever insulted you, Atua help them

They will get detention for eternity

"Hey! S/O! You're really getting on my nerves!" "Ahh! I-I'm sorry! W-What should I do to repay y-you?" "S/O, that isn't necessary! You owe them nothing! If anything, they owe you an apology! So, apologize, right now! And you have detention for the month!"

Yeah, no one bothered you after that because no one wants detention

If you took a fall in front of him, Taka is probably the quickest to react

If he doesn't catch you, he is once again quick and immediately picks you back up

And if it's suggestive position you end up in, he will be redder than his eyes but still help as soon as possible

Taka might be the one that hates the fact you offer to show your body as compensation for potentially making someone angry the most

"S/O! Please don't do that! It is wrong for you to expose yourself like that just to please someone! You don't need to please anyone but yourself! So don't offer to show yourself unless you are positive that you want to!"

If you ever thought Taka was mad at you, he might cry

His voice would go down, a lot

"...I'm not mad...I promise. I would never get mad at you. I need you to know that. Please, don't offer to please me or repay me in some way. It...makes me sad. I love you."

Overall, Taka will always keep you safe. No matter what.

Byakuya:

Byakuya probably got annoyed with you at first

But as time progressed he slowly grew more attached

A protective instinct he never knew he had kicked into full gear

If someone Toko ever made fun of you, oh boy

He'd blast

"H-Hey, whore! I think y-you should r-really d-dress a little nic-" "I'm going to stop you right there. Don't utter another word. Someone as pathetic as yourself shouldn't bother insulting others. Maybe work on your own image before you try to 'correct' others."

If you ever fell in front of him, he'd probably scoff and offer his hand

He'd never admit it, but he worries every time you take a fall. So he always makes sure to ask if you're okay

If you fell in a suggestive position, he loses his composure for a moment and goes bright red

Once he snaps out of his little daze, he quickly takes your hands and pulls you to your feet

He covers you up immediately after you stand

One time, Toko was getting on Byakuya's nerves again and it was obvious he was over her bullshit

Because of this, you offered to take your clothes off to please him

To say he was upset would be an understatement

"How do you suggest such a thing so casually? Just because I'm in a foul mood does not mean I want you to remove your clothes just for my own personal pleasure. That's ridiculous. Don't offer yourself to me unless you want to. Put yourself before others."

If you ever thought he was mad at you, oh boy

For once, he'd completely lose his shit

"What on Earth made you think I was mad at you!? I don't understand, I just- no." Byakuya paused to take a breather. "No, I'm not mad. Not one bit. Just...just no. I know I don't say it much but I truly love you too much to be angry with you. I swear, I am not mad at you."

Togami doesn't mean to sound harsh, but he does get worried about you and your safety

He loves you too much to let anything happen to you

[rogue-durin-16]

LIFE-SAVING SHARPIE

Summary: Despite being a muggle, Y/n's mother was an expert in divination. She tried to teach Y/n, who saw it as a mere muggle game. But, oh, what a powerful weapon a muggle game can become in the hands of the right witch.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst (w/ a good ending)

Tags:

Fred Weasley: @whiskeyn-rain @lumos-solemn

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog

Warnings: injuries, death(ish)

A/N: I'm not saying I'm incapable of writing an angsty ending for a Fred Weasley story, but I'd rather not do that, so here comes a stupid story that occurred to me this morning, enjoy <3

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

"Y/l/n!" I sighed. "Is it true?"

"Your mom is into divination?" George question made me throw my head back in desperation as both twins made their way through the Great Hall to meet me.

I knew that day would be a bumpy one the moment we entered in the Divination classroom. The fact that a muggleborn aced a new subject since class one was strange.

I knew I would have to give some explanation to my friends after. Ron was particularly shocked by the fact that my muggle mother had taught me —against my will, may I say— lots of Divination-related things. I knew Ron, being Ron, would surely tell every soul that would listen about his discovery, but I had hoped for him to wait until the third period at least.

"Secrets spread like wildfire here." I said.

"Are you secretly a soothsayer?"

"Yes, Fred. You see, I have the Sight." I ironically stated, and, seeing this as a perfect opportunity to get closer to the boy I fancied, I added "Want me to read your palm?"

They shared an amused look, fully aware that I was joking. Even in the Wizarding World, divination wasn't something to believe in.

There were supposed to be people able to see the future, such as professor Trelawney, but no student had seen her predict a thing, so she wasn't the best example.

George was the first one to sit down. "Predict my future, oh, you who were gifted with the Sight." I snorted as he laid his palm before my eyes.

I picked his hand on mines, "Hmm..." Fred hovering over my form from behind wasn't ideal for me to concentrate. "Okay so..." I felt one of his hands toying with the clasp of my necklace, brushing my nape. "Will you stop touching my necklace and sit down?" I demanded.

"Yeah Fred, sit down." George reprimanded his brother. "She's trying to see my future." I heard Fred chuntering before he plopped down on my other side, leaning on a tad too close for my liking. "Alright, fortuneteller, is there a love line?"

Of course he would ask about that. "Let's see..." I traced said line, unable to remember to the T what my mom had tried to teach me. "So, the heart line is arched... Which means..."

"That you can't tell a thing?" I slapped Fred's arm.

"Which means he's balanced." I corrected him. "You're able to realize when you need to take care of yourself, and when you should let a someone in." George seemed invested. "You'll have just one serious partner, but they'll be the right one."

"Well, that doesn't sound half bad, huh?" He looked at me with a content smile.

"My turn." Fred spoke, smacking his brother's hand away and replacing it with his left one. "The line of life or whatever." He scooted a bit closer and I felt my heartbeat pick up. "What's my fate?"

"Are you left-handed, Fred?" I questioned with an eyebrow raised, already knowing the answer. "I need your dominant hand." Oh well, that came out wrong.

"Straightforward, are we?" George snorted at his brother's remark as he exchanged hands, turning to straddle the bench to be more comfortable. "Alright, what do you see?" He had leaned on to the point where he only needed to tilt his head down a couple of inches to rest it on my shoulder.

"A hand." I deadpanned, which earned a playful push from him. "Okay, okay— I see..." A puzzled frown took over my gaze. "Wait—" I turned to George. "gimme your hand."

"What?" Fred questioned, shifting his position ever so slightly.

"Uhm..." The frown grew bigger, and I had to remind myself what I was doing was a joke. "You... don't have a lifeline?" I dubiously informed. "I mean— it sorta... Starts? but then it fades away." I widened my eyes and froze, remembering what that meant.

I saw Fred tilting his head slightly. "Is it so bad that you won't tell me what it means?" He asked jokingly in order to lighten my distraught mood.

"It— well, it means that you'll die at a young age." My eyes met his and, despite the amused smile that always danced on his lips, fear slipped out of his orbs now, too.

"Wait what?" George propped himself on his forearms to see his brother's palm. "Can't be. Check mine?"

"I just did, you git." George wasn't even smiling. Maybe he did believe it. "Yours is fine."

The three of us stayed in silence for an instant. Even if none of us believed in divination, the fact that Fred had no lifeline was rather unsettling.

"It's fine." I cleared my throat, turning to my bag and leaving Fred's hand over the table on the process. "Apart from seeing the future, I can fix lifelines." They looked at each other when they saw me grab a sharpie. "Don't move." I demanded, holding down Fred's right hand before tracing a black line where the lifeline was supposed to be. "There. A long, healthy life."

When I looked back at the twins' faces, I saw them ready to laugh. Distress had already left them, and that helped my own evaporate.

"Merlin, Y/n!" Fred dramatically exclaimed. "You've just saved my life!"

"She sure did." George agreed, patting my back.

"Now go and tell Ron to shut up." I didn't want to imagine what would happen if people started to believe I could actually predict their future; the twins were sceptic and even they had somehow fallen for it.

I was so focused on George getting up that I didn't even notice Fred's hand flipping and wrapping around mine.

A soft kiss was placed on my cheek and I felt my face heating up even before meeting Fred's proud grin. "Figured I'd give my savior something in repay." His eyes seemed to flicker to my lips for a second; it's just my imagination, I thought, unaware of Fred's thumb caressing the back of my hand until he removed it in order to stand up.

Four Years Later

FRED'S P. O. V.

One second I was laughing at Percy's joke, and the next one everything was black; not only visually, everything was pitch black in every fucking sense.

I heard nothing, I couldn't touch anything, my voice was gone.

My mind was completely blank, until a thought slipped in my brain: 'you'll die at a young age'.

My head was spiralling now. I was dead. That's what death felt like? Nothing?

Y/n's words kept going on and on, frying my brain. How ironic it was that the voice I would have forever in my mind belonged to the girl I had been in love with since I was fourteen, and the words were what we thought to be her silly prediction.

I had no idea how long it had been, but suddenly I felt it; a tear running down my cheek. A flaming hot tear, burning its way off my face. Then I felt something else, some sort of rope wrapping tight around my right hand and wrist, so tight that it made my pulse speed up.

My pulse.

It dawned on me that my heart was beating fast against my chest. It was beating.

I needed to breathe.

"FRED!" Someone forced my eyes open; It was Percy. I couldn't see him right away because the lights were blinding to my eyes, but I recognised his voice. "FRED SAY SOMETHING!"

"Y/n..." I couldn't hear my own voice, but I felt her name going through my vocal cords.

"HE'S ALIVE!" Ron cried. "you're alive-" my sight was blurry but I could pick out my younger brother's crown in front of me as he sobbed over my chest.

"We gotta get him out of here right now!!" Of course it was Hermione who got everyone moving. As both my brothers managed to pick me up, I felt my eyes closing once more. Not even the fear of not waking up again stopped me from passing out.

READER'S P. O. V.

I had volunteered as Healer to help Madam Pomfrey during the Battle, that's why it was me who received two Weasleys practically dragging a third one into the improvised infirmary.

I recognised him from his jacket. "Fred..." At first I thought it was his corpse, that's how bad he looked.

"Y/N!!" It was only when Fred seemed to tilt his head up due to Ron's cry that I reacted, rushing to help them. "Keep him alive!" I only nodded, taking Ron's place as he took off.

With one of his arms over my shoulders and the other over his brother's, we managed to carry him to one of the stretchers; his painful weak groans went directly into my ear as we moved him, triggering the tears I was holding to fall.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

FRED'S P. O. V.

"—alive, somehow." Y/n's voice, though it sounded far away, let me know she was close. "No, don't wake him up."

"Listen, you gotta get him to St. Mungo." It seemed George the one talking, but his voice was too shaky to tell. "in an hour this is gonna get really ugly, I want him out."

"George, we're besieged." Her tone was hopeless.

"Look at him, You said it— It's a bloody miracle he's still breathing." my brother's voice shattered; all I wanted was to get up, hug him and say I was okay, but I felt my brain spinning once more. "Bill and I will escort you out of the castle so..."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next time I opened my eyes, terror inundated me; everything was dark again. I gasped for air and propped myself up, instantly regretting it. A stabbing pain attacked every part of my body, triggering a shocked cry out of me.

"What are you doing?!" Y/n whisper-shouted, before placing both her hands over my chest to push me back to the bed again. "Are you mental?" Her fingertips moved out of the way a bandage that covered my eyes. "Oi, listen," when she noticed my shaky hands desperately trying to reach my face, she took them in hers. "You're safe."

I tried to say something —anything—, but my throat was sore, and the only thing that was able to leave it was her name.

"Shhh." She hushed me, letting one of her hands travel to my face. "You have to rest." I would have sworn she was crying, but I couldn't tell. "Everything'll get better." Her thumb stroking my cheek was the most soothing thing I had ever felt, so it wasn't difficult for me to close my eyes, this time willingly, though I was equally scared. "I'll stay by your side." The reassuring squeeze her hand gave me, made me aware that she had noticed my fear.

Before drifting off, I felt Y/n's lips placing a chaste kiss on my forehead, making my heart hammer against my chest.

I was still alive.

A Month Later

READER'S P. O. V.

It was Ron who sent me an owl the moment Fred finally got out of the hospital. He informed me that, instead of going to the Burrow to rest a few days—as planned—, ha had gone straight to the shop.

That's how I found myself the next morning inside Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, which was not-so-surprisingly full of people again.

Due to the huge amount of customers, it was relatively difficult for me to spot the twins.

Apparently, I turned out to be easy to spot.

"Y/n!" I turned in the stairs' direction to be met with a very enthusiastic George who, before I could even greet him, engulfed me in a hug.

"I see you can't catch a break." I observed, pulling away with a big smile on my face. That place really made the trick to bring joy to everyone.

"You can't imagine." He replied, his gaze wandering around before pulling my hand. "Oi, Fred! Look who dropped by!" He shouted over the hubbub, leading me to the till counter, behind which I saw the reason why I had come in the first place.

Just as Fred's eyes noticed me, he attempted to rush out of the till. I left George's side as soon as I realized that he, in fact, couldn't really rush out.

"Merlin's beard!" Despite he had just had to grip the counter in order not to fall, he tried again. "Take it easy, will you?" I scolded him, steadying him by his forearms and helping him step back to rest against the till. "Do you want to go back to the hospital?"

"If you're the one taking care of me, I wouldn't complain." The first time his eyes fell on my lips, I missed it because I was still securing him. The second time it was impossible to miss. "You know? Your sharpie saved my life."

I snorted at his nonsensical words. "You're delirious, Weasley." My hands finally left his forearms, just to be picked up on his. "Still suffering from the concussion?" I joked, trying to deviate my own attention from my fast heartbeat.

Another glance at my lips.

"I should get going." George spoke behind me.

"I was going to visit you tomorrow." Fred stated, his gaze now focused on my eyes.

"Sorry to break it to you, love," I pointed out, motioning at him with our hands still held. "But you can barely walk."

"Yeah, but I needed to see you." He looked somehow sheepish; I doubted I had ever seen him like that before. "I'm gonna be as clear and concise as possible—" He cleared his throat and forced himself to look at me. "I'm pretty much in love with you." I didn't know my eye could go as wide as they went. "Thing's I've known for a good couple of years now." He shrugged. "Telling you scared me, but then this happened." He gestured at himself. "And now not being able to tell you scares me even more." His eyes scanned me before looking around. "This wasn't the ideal place to tell you, but I didn't want to wait any longer."

I gulped, trying to process it as fast as possible.

"For Godric's sake, Y/n," he gently tugged my hand. "Say something, please." Fear started to take over him, even if he tried to keep it at bay. "It's alright if you don't feel the same, we can still be friends, I promise—"

"How do I kiss you without hurting you?" I questioned, already feeling the heat on my cheeks.

I could tell by his face that, out of everything I could have said, he was not expecting the answer I had given him. "Ever the caring one." He let go of my hands to cup my cheeks. "Just kiss me," he sounded so happy, it was contagious. "I'll deal with the pain later."

I listened to him and, holding onto his blazer, stood on my tiptoes and crashed my lips against his— only because I had been wanting to kiss him for too fucking long.

I got lost in the kiss and my brain completely dismissed that an entire wall had collapsed over the boy before me just a month ago; my hands went up to his neck, pulling him closer and, consequently, earning a painful groan from him.

"Shit! sorry." I was quick to let go, suddenly very aware of our surroundings, too.

He just shook his head and pulled my back to him, this time by my hips. "I said I'll deal with it later." He spoke against my lips before going in for a second kiss.

I was more gentle now, careful not to cause him too much pain.

To our dismay, we were interrupted.

"You said love confession!" George snapped us out of it; this time the groan Fred let out was from annoyance. "not snogging session in front of our customers! Get to work!"

He huffed, unwillingly separating from me. "If you stick around until lunch time, we can resume this."

I pretended to think about it. "I guess I can find something to do until then." My smile was as wide as his, and it grew wider when he pulled my into a hug, placing a kiss on the crown of my head. "I love you too, by the way."

His laugh reverberated on his chest. "Good to know."

"Freddie! Now!" This time it was me who groaned at George's demands.

"Help me out, love." Fred requested, pulling away from me so I could help him move behind the till counter. "See you in a couple of hours?" I nodded, pecking his cheeks and walking away from the shop.

It was when I started to walk down the Diagon Alley that it clicked.

His lifeline.

The sharpie.

"OH MY FUCK—"

[yslkook]

BORDERSZ (4)

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summary: jungkook accompanies you on your journey to purchase a brand new car. jimin charms your pants off (or attempts to) and sora has a proposal for you that you don't quite say no to. pairing: “badboy” jk x “shy/reserved” oc warnings: cursing, alc, excessive use of pet names, kinda toxic friendship

It takes about two weeks for Jungkook to understand exactly what kind of car you were looking for- essentially a sturdy vehicle that would get you from point A to point B without fail. Something reliable, would last for years and years, something efficient. Not necessarily anything fancy or luxurious.

But Jungkook had finally got you to shyly confess that you wouldn’t mind having heated seats in your car. After all, it had been something you’d dreamed of ever since you had received your driver’s license-

“Nothing else? Just heated seats?” Jungkook implores curiously as he pours over your meticulous binder for the fifth time. Honestly, you didn’t really need his help. You already knew what you were doing. His presence at the dealership will probably ensure that you’re not getting scammed, if anything. He loves his friends (two of them being his roommates), but he knows the truth about how they make their sales.

Mei and Mina call them sleazy car salesmen for a reason after all.

“It’s not ‘just’ heated seats!” You protest, “We never had the money for cars with heated seats when I was growing up. So that’s what I want.”

“How about leather heated seats?” Jungkook suggests, “Leather seats have better ventilation-”

“Oh, I know,” You say matter-of-factly.

“Of course you do. Smart ass.”

It feels incredibly domestic, walking into Namjoon’s car dealership together with Jungkook. Shoulder to shoulder, hopping off of his motorcycle together. He had taken it upon himself to purchase a second helmet, despite your insistence that you would pay for one.

But he had told you not to get a big head, that the helmet wasn’t for you specifically. That he needed a second helmet anyway, and you joining him on the motorcycle more and more as of recently was just the impetus for him to purchase one.

So you say nothing when it’s clear that he had bought the helmet with you in mind- it’s a sleek, glossy lilac color. A similar shade of lilac as your phone case, your favorite small backpack, and your work notebook.

You say nothing about it, only keeping your small smile to yourself.

Of course it’s Jimin who immediately jumps up to offer you assistance today. He gives Jungkook a Cheshire grin, mischief dancing in his eyes. Not that you would know otherwise.

He knows Jimin won’t let him live this down. At least Taehyung might have a little more tact than Jimin.

“So are you both looking for a vehicle together?” Jimin asks once you’re both seated in the comfortable leather seats in front of his desk, when in fact he knows damn well that you’re not.

“Huh? N-no, I’m looking for a car. Jungkook is helping me out,” You say, your face heating up at the implication. Isn’t Jimin one of his roommates?

Jungkook’s tongue pokes his cheek. You notice.

“I’m here to make sure that you or Taehyung don’t scam her,” Jungkook says, “Where’s Joon? He’s less...annoying than you.”

“Joon can’t even drive a fucking car. He has no business trying to sell them,” Jimin says swiftly.

“Er,” You interrupt softly, “Isn’t he your boss? He owns the entire dealership, doesn’t he?”

Jungkook stifles a laugh at your presumed innocence. You offer a slick smile to Jimin when he scoffs in amusement.

“Yes,” Jimin says, “So tell me. How can I make your dreams come true?”

If Jungkook wasn’t with you, you think you would’ve fallen victim to Jimin’s charms long ago. He’s nice, a little flirty and funny. But helpful. You can see how someone might end up paying more than they’d need to with Jimin being their car salesman.

You listen to every word Jimin says, taking notes in a specific section of your binder with your favorite black ballpoint pen. You need to have all the information at your fingertips before making a big decision, no matter what it is. Jungkook had teased you for it at first, but he’s become accustomed to your thought process.

Jimin has shown you at least five different types of models of cars ranging from sedans to SUVs. In theory, they all fit the bill. But you haven’t really felt the connection with any of them.

Jimin is nothing if not patient, though.

“I’m sorry,” You say, “I know I’m being meticulous. You must be annoyed.”

“It’s my job, sweetheart,” Jimin shrugs, “Besides, you can repay me with your phone number maybe, huh?”

“That doesn’t sound like an ethical business practice,” You say flatly while Jungkook glares at Jimin (who only smirks at him in return), “You already have it. From when I made the appointment.”

“Is that an invitation?”

“You wish,” You roll your eyes, “Does every one of your clients get this treatment or is it just me?”

“Nah, it’s just anyone who catches Jungkookie’s eye,” Jimin winks at you and Jungkook is about to strangle his roommate. Perhaps he should put an ad out for a new roommate, considering he might kill his current one in the next five minutes.

“O-oh,” You falter, cheeks blazing at this point, “Can we look at a few more? I’m gonna use the restroom really quickly. Maybe even grab a coffee.”

“Sure, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Will you fuckin’ stop it? I can’t believe you,” Jungkook hisses, “We’re literally at your workplace and you’re putting the moves on her-”

“Oh, will you relax,” Jimin says breezily, “I’m just seeing if she’ll take the bait.”

“There’s no reason for that shit,” Jungkook says, glaring at his friend, “Cut it out.”

“I like her,” Jimin says, as if he hadn’t spoken, “She’s cute.”

“Back off,” Jungkook says, “And while we’re at it, just for you being an ass. You’re gonna give her heated seats for free.”

Jungkook watches your eyes light up at the car that Jimin is currently telling you about. He can already tell from your wide eyes and soft, excited smile that this is the one. You’re already running the checklist through your head, physically looking at your notes as Jimin easily answers your questions.

“Can I take her for a test drive?” You ask Jimin and he somehow produces a set of keys for the exact model from his pocket.

“I knew this would be the one…” Jimin says as he takes you to the parking lot to grab the test car. Jungkook rolls his eyes in fondness and heads off to find his other roommate, Taehyung. And to say hello to his friend, Namjoon.

“It suits you,” Jimin says once you’d taken the car out for a drive and brought it back safely.

“You think so?” You ask, giving the keys back to him, “I bet you say that to everyone.”

“Only when I mean it, sweetheart,” Jimin winks at you.

“How lucky for me,” You mutter under your breath, “So...what are the next steps?”

“I bring out the contract, you sign it, and you take your new car home,” Jimin says confidently.

“Yeah,” You say dreamily and look outside to the car in longing. You’ve done the homework, done the research. Went through this logically and meticulously. Even if the car does start depreciating the minute you step out of the dealership… You want it. It checks all of the boxes, you know you’ll get your money’s worth from it.

But before you give Jimin the okay to draw up the contracts, you want to tell Jungkook. You spot him talking to Taehyung, his bunny smile on display (which makes you smile in turn) and excuse yourself from Jimin for a minute to go after Jungkook.

“Hi,” You say and introduce yourself to Taehyung, who offers you a wide, boxy smile, “I’m gonna get it. The car, I mean. I love her.”

“She passed the vibe check?” Jungkook asks.

“Yeah. She passed the vibe check.”

When you comb through the hefty contract with sharp eyes, Jungkook is somewhat amused to see the free of charge cost for the heated seats. Jimin only winks at him in response.

You can’t seem to find anywhere else where Jimin may be overcharging you, so you ask Jungkook to review it, too. And surprisingly, Jungkook finds nothing out of the ordinary. He knows how Jimin operates here, trying to gain any extra cent of commission that he can. Not that that’s a terrible thing.

“It’s yours, sweetheart,” Jimin says fifteen minutes later, once you sign your name on the dotted line.

“Really?” You let out an exhilarated laugh, adrenaline suddenly coursing through your veins, “Really, really?”

“Keys are yours, and someone will bring the car out front for you,” Jimin smiles, “Congratulations on your first car. I’m honored that you chose me to help you make this purchase.”

“Wouldn’t have had it any other way, Jimin,” You beam. After a moment of deliberation, “Oh, by the way- have fun on your date with Mina tonight. I heard all about it.”

Mischief dances in your eyes and Jimin’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline as he lets out a surprised laugh. Jungkook looks at you proudly- that’s what Jimin gets for being a menace.

Jungkook wraps an arm around your shoulders and walks you out of the dealership and you slowly wrap a tentative, shy arm around his waist. You both wait shoulder to shoulder for one of the dealership boys to bring your brand new car out front.

In the meantime, you try to pluck up the courage to ask Jungkook to have a drink with you after. To celebrate and to treat your friend for helping you out for the last few weeks. You bite your bottom lip in nervousness and Jungkook notices. He wants nothing more than to gently pull your bottom lip out of your own grip, but refrains from doing so.

But you realize, it’s Jungkook, this is your friend and the comforting, warm scent of laundry that envelopes you gives you a little courage.

“Do you want to grab a drink or something after this?” You ask softly, “I… wanted to treat you. For helping me the last few weeks with the car stuff.”

“C’mon, baby. You know I’ll never say no to a pretty girl buying me a drink,” Jungkook says, lips pulled apart into a sly smirk.

“Oh, that’s all I am to you? A pretty girl?” You roll your eyes and shove his shoulder playfully, despite the heat in your cheeks.

“Not at all,” Jungkook murmurs, tightening his hold around your shoulders and looking at you with sincerity dripping from his big, brown eyes, “You’re my pretty girl.”

If he didn’t have a strong arm around your shoulders, you’re certain you would’ve evaporated into the floor at his words.

The image of Jungkook smoking outside of the bar right under the glowing, purple neon lights is an image you haven’t seen very often. A strand of dark hair falls in front of his face as he lights his cigarette, his eyebrows knitted together in concentration.

Even from this distance, you can see the purse of his lips and the silver glint of rings on his fingers. It shouldn’t send a rush down your spine the way it does, but you won’t deny it. When it comes to Jungkook, you won’t deny your feelings. Or your attraction.

For some reason, a thought crosses your mind- you hadn’t told Sora that you had purchased a new car. Much less that Jungkook had helped you pick one out. But you push her from your mind easily, as if you’ve been doing the last few weeks. It’s been difficult for you to keep Jungkook out of your conversations with Sora- she always has a way of bringing him up more than not.

But it’s not just Jungkook she has a strong, stubborn opinion on. It’s everything these days- you had showed her cars that you were interested in and she had shot every one of them down, she always has something to say about your passion for work (or rather she never pays enough attention about it), and she even had something negative to say when you had timidly brought up that you were maybe thinking about another ear piercing.

You’re growing tired of it. You find yourself getting nervous around her, like you’re walking on eggshells around her. Even when she just texts you, your heart speeds up in anxiety. But at the same time, there is a voice in your head telling you not to upset her.

As if that’s somehow the worst thing that could ever happen. Objectively, you know Sora. You know she’s stubborn and loud in her opinions and always has to get her way. But at the core of it all, you want to believe that she has a good heart. Because if she doesn’t have a good heart… Then what were you doing this to yourself for? What were you surrounding yourself with all of this negativity for?

You can sense Jungkook’s dislike of her, even if he doesn’t outright say it. But you’re no idiot. Mina and Mei have been honest with you on their opinions of her. So has Yoongi and Hobi.

They all think she’s dragging you down and that you’ll spiral in her negativity if you don’t open your eyes. They’ve all had a few choice words for her, but you find yourself uneasy whenever the topic of Sora comes up.

The more you hear it, the more you wonder about your supposed best friend. But you push those sour thoughts away to focus on the man in your field of vision.

Your heart hammers in your chest as you approach him on unsteady feet.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Jungkook mutters with the cigarette in between his lips when you get closer to get a good look at him.

“I’m not looking at you like anything,” You reply, eyes subconsciously wandering to the cigarette. Your nose scrunches at the smell without you even realizing it.

“You look like my mom when she first saw me smoking,” Jungkook says bluntly.

“Your mom? You really wanna compare me to your mother?” You raise an eyebrow, “Don’t know what that says about you, Jungkook.” Jungkook lets out a surprised laugh at that.

“Shut up,” Jungkook rolls his eyes and peels himself off of the brick wall before putting his cigarette out and tossing it in the ashtray next to him, “I think you owe me a drink?”

Jungkook, you decide, is dangerous and warm all at once. The starry glint of his big, doe eyes throws you off more than once, leaving you either stammering over your words or choking on your drink when you try to reply to him.

The bar is quiet and nearly empty, only the sounds of faint music playing in the background to keep you both company. You’re both facing each other at the bar, knees touching ever so slightly.

Even that simple touch makes you feel warm all over.

Jungkook slides your drink towards you, a soft ‘thank you’ pushing itself out of your lips. You suppress a shiver when his ring clad fingers brush over yours, and he notices the way you tense up a little bit with his touch.

He appreciates the way the dim lights shine on your hair and illuminate the planes of your pretty face. He thinks it’s the perfect lighting for a photo of you- the dark colored jacket and your dark wash jeans blending into the colors of the bar around you. Something at the base of your neck glints as you turn to face him.

“Cheers, to your new car,” Jungkook murmurs, tipping his glass towards yours.

“Cheers to you for helping me,” You reply with a smile, clinking your drink with his.

“Pleasure’s all mine, baby,” Jungkook says, “You deserve it.”

“Deserve a vehicle that will have hardly any value in ten to fifteen years?”

“You deserve something for yourself,” Jungkook corrects, looking into your eyes as if he can see right through you. You’d told him how you had grown up with one car amongst a family of five, and how money was tight when you were younger. You were the eldest of three, and now that everyone was older, you had slowly started dipping your toes into the concept of having things for yourself.

You whisper a soft thank you and take a sip of your drink. “My parents were so excited about the car,” You say quietly, “Told them I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“Oh? You told your parents about me?”

“Had to tell them about the man who got me heated seats for free,” You reply with a knowing grin, “You think I didn’t catch that?”

“Heated seats were the least Jimin could’ve done,” Jungkook rolls his eyes.

You wave him off, “I like him. I could see why him and Mina are good together. She told me they’ve had this weird on and off thing for, like, a year now? Like c’mon. Get it together.”

“Yeah. Don’t know why they keep denying the inevitable,” He says, voice full of something barely concealed.

“The inevitable?”

“They both have their issues but… They would make it work if they sorted themselves out,” He says softly, a tenderness to his eyes that makes your belly flip. You don’t know if he’s talking about Jimin and Mina or about… something else.

Something else being you and him.

“Maybe one of them is scared,” You whisper.

“They can work through it together,” Jungkook replies instantly. The air in between you both is charged, plush with tension and electricity. You look at him unsurely, with wide eyes, and god, if Jungkook doesn’t want to sweep you off of your feet and pull you in for a kiss.

“Jungkook, I-” You murmur, voice soft and deafening, silky like honey in his ears. The moment is right there, ripe for you, ripe for him...

And then your phone starts ringing, and Jungkook has never heard a worse sound. Your chest drops for a second when you see that it’s Sora calling you, and Jungkook has never felt as frustrated as he does right in this moment. Each significant moment of frustration over the past few months has Sora linked to it. He wonders if she has a radar for interrupting at the worst possible moments.

You give him an apologetic glance before answering the phone. She only calls if it’s important or if she needs you so you won’t risk it.

“H-hello-”

“You’ll never guess what I just did,” Comes Sora’s excited voice through the receiver. It’s too sugary, too sweet. You wince.

“What’s that?” You mumble, shoulders drooping.

“Got you a date for this Friday, you remember Yunho right?” She exclaims. If your heart wasn’t on the floor already, it certainly was by now. “He wants to take you out- he’s the lawyer, remember?”

“Y-yeah, I remember,” You say weakly, “But-”

Jungkook’s eyes flash at your suddenly dejected frown. That’s what Sora does- she takes you and she turns your happiness into something sad. It’s like she can’t stand to see you happy about something that doesn’t align with her “vision”.

“You can thank me later, babe,” Sora says cheerily. This time, you visibly cringe as you try to protest. Try to tell her that you don’t want a date with this man, that you only want a date with the man in front of you. But you can’t get the words out, she won’t listen and she hangs up on you before you can get a word in edgewise.

“Sorry about that,” You mutter.

“Why? She’s your friend. Not mine,” Jungkook says brusquely and you bristle at his bluntness.

You’re distracted for the rest of the evening, mind on another wavelength. He knows you’re upset, but he doesn’t push. He gets you to smile and laugh a few times, only for your eyes to turn sad right after.

Jungkook only wishes that you’d be able to see what was right in front of you.

TAGS: @kookdbean

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[musubiki]

wait. does Amanita actually kick Mochi's ass and steal her powers at some point in cannon or is that just a fun little "what if" thought?? :o

NO THATS CANON!!! its still in beta how she does it,.,but amanita is far smarter than mochi, and she got access to some really old really bad magic thats capable of ripping the magic out of someone (and she also plans it during the peak of the transfer from tiramisu -> mochi so its when theyre most vulnerable) (im thinking after she didnt get her birthright cat witch power she spent her time hunting down a really old tome that belonged to the first witch king, and actually successfully found it and used it)

but YEAH we do get (towards the end of the amanita arc) , a part where mochi truely does become powerless and loses all her magic. and also, she loses pom along with it. and her mom deadass almost dies (for real this time).

and this is like the final fight of the arc. where magicless mochi has to go and try to get the cat witches power back. and the only things she has going for her is 1) amanita is somewhat weak due to a 3-day transfer thats somewhat unstable, 2) her multitude of potions she crafted over the story 3) the guilds magic objects still hold some residual power, and 3), the most important one, taffy.

which is why i think taffy is gonna play the biggest role in the fight. cuz mochi had a hard time fighting him, and for the first time in his life he is amanitas only weakness. in my head i see the end of this fight being mochi almost getting got, and taffy having a "vengeance is mine, i will repay" moment. (which is also so mochi doesnt have to be the one to kill her)

OR we're gonna actually see the divine wrath of the stars in action somehow. she just gets fucking got by the gods of the stars like she deserves.

(and theres a long talk lime has with mochi prior to this fight about "maybe its time to just let it go" because he thinks its near impossible to beat her, and also doesnt want mochi to die trying, and also sees that the pressure of being the cat witch isnt exactly kind on mochis heart. like if she was looking for an out from this life, this was it. anyway they do end up trying because mochi couldnt live with herself if she was the only person in 5000 years to lose the cat witches power. and also, she needs to get pom back, she loves her)

ANYWAY THERES A LOT GOING ON SURROUNDING THIS EVENT.,,...

[kpop-zone]

Blackpink reaction to their s/o being jealous

Jisoo

Jisoo realized the minute that she came home from work that something was off about you today. Instead of greeting her with one of your wide, contagious smiles and starting to ask her about her day, you only allowed her to leave a quick kiss on your cheek before basically pretending that she wasn’t there. She simply assumed that you had had a bad day today, so she sat down next to you on the couch and tried her best to distract you by telling you funny stories from her day on set. A lot of things had happened today and Jisoo thought she was doing you a favor until a comment from you took her aback.

“...and I complained because he didn’t bring me a coffee, so during the next break Hae-In promptly brought me a large coffee and my favorite snacks.”

She giggled proudly, but you didn’t seem to be as amused as her about this incident.

“Oh yeah, of course perfect Hae-In would bring you a coffee and also knows what your favorite snacks are.”

You praised Hae-In, although your cynical tone made it clear that you weren’t really meaning what you where saying. Perplexed and with narrowed eyes, Jisoo stared at you, beginning to understand why you were acting so strangely.

“Yes, I’m very glad to have him by my side. Filming this drama is a big step for me, and I wouldn’t know what to do without his support.”

She exaggerated to test her theory and like expected, you scoffed in disbelief while rolling your eyes, causing Jisoo to cross her arms defensively.

“You know, I don’t really appreciate you being jealous.”

She stated bluntly and you looked at her with a mixture of embarrassment and anger reflecting on your face.

“I’m not jealous.”

You scoffed, but Jisoo knew that you were lying. You were terrible at hiding your emotions opposing to her. Although right now, Jisoo didn’t feel like hiding hers either.

“Of course you are, but I don’t know why. I’m just doing my job and I’ve never given you a reason to mistrust me.”

She replied calmly yet determined to show you that you had upset her.

“I- it’s not like I mistrust you.”

You stuttered after you had caught up to her mood and Jisoo looked at you expectantly in order to give you a chance to explain yourself.

“I didn’t even want to be jealous, but you spent so much time on set and... I don’t know what Hae-In’s intentions are with you.”

You mumbled sheepishly, causing Jisoo to sigh.

“Y/N...I don’t care what Hae-In’s intentions are. You don’t need to worry about him, our relationship is purely professional. And about the lack of time I have for you...I promise I will make it up to you once the filming is over, ok?”

She had softened her tone again and reached over to take your hand, causing you to smile.

“Ok. I’m sorry for the little tantrum.”

You grinned apologetically and Jisoo giggled in amusement before pulling you into her arms. As long as this would be the exception and not the rule, she could live with your jealousy.

Jennie

Jennie had to try her hardest not to burst out in laughter as she observed out of the corner of her eye how you almost exploded with jealousy. She was talking with some newcomer model who apparently thought that he was a big shot now just because he was invited to the Chanel after party. For almost ten minutes he had already told her about all his successes in order to woo her. Usually, Jennie would have turned him down a long time ago, but seeing you getting so agitated over this was giving her great pleasure. Therefore, she let him boast some more while keeping an eye on you before eventually deciding that she had tortured you enough.

“Excuse me please.”

Jennie smiled at the model who looked at her dumbfounded, apparently never having been interrupted  in his life before. Unbothered by his attempts to stop her from walking away, she turned on her heel and headed straight for you with a smirk playing on her lips.

“I swear to god I would have ripped his head off if he would have touched you one more time.”

You gritted through your teeth as soon as Jennie was within earshot.

“What’s wrong baby?”

She replied sweetly, pretending to be clueless.

“Don’t feign innocence. I know that you did that on purpose.”

You grumbled, causing Jennie to giggle before stepping closer to you in order to loosely wrap her arms around your neck.

“Aw don’t be angry baby. You just look so cute when you’re jealous.”

She cooed and you looked at her grumpily.

“I’m going to make you regret that later.”

You replied while pulling her closer by her waist to make sure that no one else would overstep their boundaries tonight, causing Jennie to smirk. Mission accomplished.

Chaeyoung

Never had you ever thought that you would regret accompanying your girlfriend to work like you did right now. While clenching your jaw tightly, you watched how Chaeyoung cuddled up to Seungjoo and you felt a wave of jealousy washing over you. You knew that it was ridiculous. This was just a music video shoot after all. But somehow the way that Seungjoo pulled your girlfriend close simply drove you insane. Tensed up, you watched one take after the other until the PD was finally satisfied with the results and called it a day. Relieved, you jumped off your chair, ready to finally leave this set, but Chaeyoung took her time to thank every single staff member; especially Seungjoo of course. By the time, she was finally walking up to you with a big smile on her face, you had considered a thousand times already to simply storm off.

“I’m sorry it took so long! But it looks so amazing, doesn’t it?”

Chaeyoung squealed in joy, completely oblivious to the jealousy that was seething within you.

“Yes, amazing. Can we go now?”

You answered brusquely, much to the confusion of your girlfriend who still complied to your wish though. Together you made your way to the dressing room before leaving the filming location after Chaeyoung had changed into her comfortable clothes. Her excitement from before was visibly reduced now and she silently sat beside you in the car until she broke the silence eventually.

“Don’t you like the video?”

She asked insecurely, causing you to sigh. You had to stop making her feel bad for something that wasn’t her fault.

“I do like it.”

You replied while trying to fake a smile to make your words more believable.

“Then why do you seem to be so angry?”

Chaeyoung tilted her head in confusion and you tried your best to avoid her gaze. What was the best way to tell her?

“I just...I didn’t like the way that Seungjoo touched you.”

You blurted out before hanging your head bashfully.

“Oh...I’m sorry I didn’t think about how that would make you feel.”

Chaeyoung mumbled taken aback, instantly making you feel guilty for worrying her.

“No don’t apologize, it’s ridiculous.”

You replied and your girlfriend looked at you pensively.

“I mean it is ridiculous indeed, because I would never cheat on you with Seungjoo. But I also understand where you are coming from.”

She reasoned, causing you to sigh while resting your forehead on her shoulder.

“I don’t even deserve you, Chaeng. You are way too good to me.”

You whined, feeling like you didn’t deserve the amount of understanding that your girlfriend showed you.

“True. I feel like you should start repaying me. I accept various types of payment. Food, cuddles, gifts...”

Chaeyoung said dead serious, causing you to look at her before both of you started bursting out in laughter. Maybe your first way to repay her should be by stopping to be a jealous prick...

Lalisa

Grimly, you scrolled through your Twitter feed while cursing yourself for following several fan accounts for your girlfriend. All of them were talking about the same thing: how cute your girlfriend and Chaeyoung had looked together at their the fansign today. You were happy that your girlfriend had found her soulmates in her members and that they managed to make her life a little less crazy; you really were. But somehow you just couldn’t stop the green monster from overcoming you every once in a while. They spent so much time together and you knew that all of them were superior to you in every way. It was just so hard to watch them being this close. Frustrated, you spotted a clip that showed your girlfriend kissing Chaeyoung on the cheek, causing her to blush sheepishly. All those ‘Chaelisa’ shippers were really getting under your skin, even if you hated yourself for it. You knew that Lisa was the most loyal girlfriend that you could have ever wished for, nevertheless, you couldn’t help but to be jealous when you saw her pampering Chaeyoung like that. Shouldn’t that be you?

“What are you watching?”

Lisa’s voice suddenly appeared right next to your ear, managing to rip you from your brooding session. Panicked, you tried to lock your phone before your girlfriend could see what you were looking at, but Lisa had already managed to take it out of your hands. Curiously, she watched the video before looking at you again with a smirk on her face.

“Is someone jealous?”

She cooed in amusement and you looked away bashfully.

“No.”

You scoffed, but Lisa snickered knowingly.

“I think you are. Don’t you like it when I kiss other people?”

She sat down beside you and poked your cheek to annoy you.

“You can do whatever you want.”

You grumbled while swatting away her hand, causing her to giggle even more.

“Oh really? So Chaeyoung and I can do even more fan service?”

She smirked and you instantly glared at her.

“Don’t you dare.”

You blurted out before you coudl think, causing Lisa to grin triumphantly.

“Why not? I thought you weren’t jealous?”

She put her finger on her lips pensively to mock you and you rolled your eyes.

“Ok fine. Maybe I am, so don’t make it worse.”

You huffed in defeat to save yourself from even more torture. Smugly, your girlfriend giggled before suddenly putting her hand behind your head to hug you against her chest.

“You are so adorable, Y/N. Don’t worry, baby, I only have eyes for you.”

She cooed and you hesitantly gave in to her embrace. Maybe your girlfriend was mocking you right now, but you couldn’t say that her reassurance didn’t feel good...