#why does it bother me sm... sigh

[gyubakeries]

HtBDaSTGYM presents: Method 1 - Love Potions

test subjects: kim mingyu x f!reader

word count: 2.9k

contents: college au , friends to lovers , love potions , lowkey witchcraft , verkwan cameo , cookies as a plot device , crack treated seriously , this is just Silly , the slightest bit of angst , inspired by descendants 1

verification: Trust Me Bro

sources: thank you serena ( @gotta-winwin ) and ally ( @lovetaroandtaemin ) for helping me finish this fic with your motivation + inspiration 🩷

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seungkwan, focused on his assignment due in four hours, startles in his seat when you plop down onto the chair next to him, a guttural groan leaving your lips. he’s pretty sure the librarian shoots a dirty glance in your direction, followed by passive aggressive motions towards the bold ‘keep quiet’ sign in the library.

“what did kim mingyu do this time?” seungkwan sighs, voice dropping to a whisper. you slam your head on the table, immediately cursing and rubbing your forehead at the impact.

“he’s being too nice,” you whine. “it would be so much easier if he was a mean asshole who wasn’t the literal human embodiment of a golden retriever!”

“so this is wh​​at first world problems sound like,” seungkwan mutters. he then puts his pen down to turn his body and face your figure, currently slumped over the table in defeat. “look, if his existence bothers you that much, stop being around him!”

“it’s not a bother,” you click your tongue. “it’s annoying because i like him so much and can’t do anything about it.”

“why not?”

“seungkwan, have you looked at me?” you deadpan. “mingyu is way out of my league. there’s no way he’d like someone like me.”

“then make him like you,” seungkwan shrugs.

“and how do you suggest i do that, genius?” you roll your eyes and scoff.

seungkwan simply smiles in response and clasps his hands together. you only have a few moments to feel extremely terrified before seungkwan says, “let dr. boo teach you how to.”

“this feels like a scam.”

“please don’t hurt my ego.”

“.... alright.”

—

for seungkwan’s ‘masterclass’, he drags you out of the library, assignment forgotten, and into his dorm room. his roommate, hansol, doesn’t even spare a glance at seungkwan’s strange antics, as if he’s seen this play out multiple times before.

seungkwan takes you into his room and instructs you to sit down in the middle of his bed.

“okay, enlighten me,” you look up at seungkwan expectantly.

“the most fool-proof method of getting your crush to like you back, pause for dramatic effect,”seungkwan mutters under his breath before continuing, “is by making a love potion.”

there’s silence for a few moments, only to be interrupted by hansol loudly munching on chips while leaning against the doorframe. you raise an eyebrow at him, and all he says is, “watching seungkwan be delusional is my favorite hobby.”

“i’m not being delusional!” seungkwan argues. “my methods are tried and tested.”

“yeah, right,” you snicker. “who exactly has tested your methods?”

“i have!” seungkwan says with pride. “the love potion is real. ask hansol.”

“hey man, don’t turn this on me,” hansol raises his arms in defense. “i haven’t been given any potion.”

“remember that one week when you begged me to bake you cookies every day?” seungkwan hums. “what do you think was in those?”

“no way,” hansol’s eyes are wide with surprise. “i just thought your grandmother passed down some killer cookie recipe.”

“she did,” seungkwan nods, facing you. “that’s where i got my love potion recipe from. does it sound legit enough?”

“not even close,” you shake your head. “but i’m desperate, so teach me.”

“i’ll be glad to,” seungkwan chirps, and you momentarily think to yourself, what have i gotten myself into?

—

“hey, y/n! good morning!” the familiar voice makes you whip your head back, butterflies going crazy in your stomach as mingyu walks up to you. he looks effortlessly handsome in a simple hoodie and jeans as he comes to a stop next to your locker, canines peeking through when he smiles.

“how was your weekend?” he asks, and you pray to every divine presence watching that you aren’t a blushing mess.

“oh, it was fine,” you reply. “just trying out new things.”

“like what?” mingyu asks, and somehow, the ever-present twinkle in his eye seems even brighter. you wrack your brain to come up with any answer that won’t give away exactly what you’ve been doing over the weekend.

“a new recipe,” you finally reply. “you know, the tiktok recipes are becoming too interesting not to try.”

“but i thought you said you were terrible at cooking?” mingyu’s eyebrows furrow, and you mentally kick yourself for your flimsy lie. making seungkwan’s love potion-infused cookies hadn’t been easy, given your lack of basic cooking skills, but you had managed to scrape together a batch of cookies that were edible, not burnt, and baked all the way through.

“i had some help,” you smile. hoping that you sounded convincing enough.

“so, what’d you make?” mingyu asks, and you nearly sigh with relief. you had been thinking of ways to bring up the cookies in conversation, but thankfully, mingyu did all the work himself.

“i made some cookies,” you reply, and mingyu’s eyes light up.

“please tell me they’re choco chip,” he gasps, squealing when you nod in confirmation.

“would you wanna…. try them?” you offer hesitantly, not knowing just how much you could ask of mingyu before he got suspicious. fortunately for you, mingyu was like a giant dog whose tail starts wagging the instant he hears anything about food.

“yes! i’d love to try some,” he nods eagerly, and you couldn’t be any quicker in pulling out the box of cookies from your bag. mingyu watches closely as you open the lid, the smell of warm, fresh cookies filling the air. he doesn’t hesitate to reach into the box and grab a cookie, immediately taking a huge bite out of it.

you watch with bated breath as mingyu chews on the cookie, humming with satisfaction as his eyebrows scrunch together.

“y/n, these are heavenly,” mingyu groans. “do you mind if i take another one?”

you remember seungkwan’s instructions from earlier that week. the more cookies he eats, the stronger the effect of the potion is.

“of course! take as many as you want,” you grin, holding the box out for mingyu. he takes the box from your hands and reaches in for another one. you only watch (with heart-eyes) as mingyu finishes three cookies within five minutes.

“these are seriously so good,” mingyu sighs, closing the lid on the box. “do you think i could take the rest of these home?”

seungkwan’s voice speaks up from a corner of your brain. ‘the potion will work in your favor only if you are the first person mingyu sees after eating the cookies. you can’t let him have it anywhere else, or he’ll be in love with someone else.’

“no!” you reply, wincing at how loud your voice sounded. “i mean, i was saving some for myself too….”

you hate how quickly mingyu’s smile fades, shoulders drooping instantly as he hands the box back to you. “i see,” he says, looking dejected. “you can have these back.”

“i could make you some more!” you offer, trying to bring back the smile you loved seeing. “you can come over this weekend, and i can make you some more cookies, if you’d like.”

“really?” mingyu asks. “i won’t be too much of a bother?”

“you’re never a bother to me,” you say, and you hope that mingyu can tell that you really meant the words.

“awesome! i’ll see you on saturday,” mingyu grins. “i have to get to class now, but text me what time works for you, yeah?”

you frown. seungkwan had mentioned that the potion takes a couple of minutes to work, but mingyu’s behaviour was still normal.

“sure! but, uh, do you have anything you want to tell me?” you question, wringing your hands together with nervousness. mingyu stays silent for a while, his eyes locked onto yours, and for a second, you think that the potion really has worked, but the only answer that leaves his lips is: “great cookies! you’ve underestimated your cooking skills.”

as mingyu walks away to get to his class, it’s your turn to feel dejected as you think, why on earth did the cookies not work?

—

“something probably went wrong in the baking process,” seungkwan assures you over the phone, later that week, two hours before mingyu was scheduled to come over to your apartment.

“you told me your recipe was easy! what could’ve gone wrong?” you throw your hands up, frustrated.

“maybe ask yourself that,” seungkwan rolls his eyes. “my recipe is perfect, maybe consider that you did something wrong?”

you sigh. you did end up doing something wrong with five batches of cookies before the last batch had turned out good, so it wasn’t too unbelievable of a proposition.

“fine, then at least tell me what i should do now,” you plead. “this is probably my last chance to make this work, and i can’t screw it up.”

“don’t worry, i’ve got you,” seungkwan comforts you. “get the ingredients ready, i’ll guide you through every step.”

an hour later, the cookies were baking away in the oven as seungkwan busied himself with doing karaoke in his room, and you cleaned up the kitchen. the bottles of ‘magical’ ingredients seungkwan had given you, labelled unicorn vanilla essence, fairy chocolate chips, and pixie cocoa powder, were now empty, so you sweep them into the trash. the names did sound a little sketchy, but you’d rather stay silent than question seungkwan’s credibility.

“are you sure it’s gonna work this time?” you ask seungkwan, and he shoots you a glare before moving to pause his music.

“y/n, there’s absolutely nothing that could go wrong,” seungkwan says. “i guided you through the entire thing. now, just trust the process and let the magic do its thing.”

“okay, got it,” you nod. just then, the oven timer rings, and you hurry to grab your mittens to take the tray out of the oven. you carry the tray over to the cooling rack on your kitchen counter, the smell of cookies wafting through your apartment, when your doorbell rings.

“wait here, kwan, i’ll go check who’s at the door,” you tell your friend before hanging up and heading over to the front door, mittens still on your hands. you open the door, and then your jaw drops.

“mingyu?”

“hi!” mingyu chirps. he looks good; good enough to make your brain short-circuit when he smiles at you. you’re so caught up in your thoughts that it takes you a while to realize that he’s also holding out a bouquet of flowers for you.

“you didn’t have to—”

“i wanted to,” mingyu cuts you off. “you’re making me cookies, and i felt bad for showing up empty-handed, so i got you these flowers. you said you liked tulips, right?”

you blush instantly, smiling bashfully as you take the bouquet of tulips from mingyu. “i love them, thank you. please, come in.”

mingyu trails behind you as you lead him into the apartment. you mentally kick yourself when you see a blanket strewn haphazardly over the couch, immediately going over to fold it to make your living room look more presentable. “excuse the mess, i wasn’t expecting you for…. another hour.”

it’s mingyu’s turn to look flustered as he scratches the back of his neck. “i’m sorry for showing up this early— i was excited to meet you.” when he sees your eyes go wide at his words, he quickly adds on, “and the cookies. i was really excited to meet the cookies and eat you! oh. i mean—“

“it’s alright!” you cut him off, saving him the awkwardness. “why don’t you take a seat? i’ll bring the cookies out.”

mingyu merely nods, his cheeks just as red as you imagine yours to be.

he’s probably just embarrassed, because there’s no way he likes me. the love potion didn’t even work on him! you grapple with your reasoning for some more time before settling on a version that made sense. a version that, unfortunately, didn’t involve mingyu feeling the same way you did.

ignoring the urge to cry, you head into the kitchen to pile the fresh cookies onto a plate. while you’re focused on arranging them in a pretty way, you fail to realize when mingyu enters the kitchen.

“they smell so good,” mingyu says, right next to your ear, and you can’t help but startle. mingyu smiles sheepishly, moving away from you to keep a comfortable distance between both of you.

“sorry, i keep surprising you,” mingyu apologises. “i only came into the kitchen to see if you needed any help.”

“don’t worry, you’re good,” you assure him quickly. you don’t even care about the sudden jumpscares mingyu has been giving you, not when the excitement and nervousness rising from your love potion-cookies overwhelms every other feeling.

not being able to hold back any longer, you grab the plate of cookies from the counter and slide them over to mingyu. “you can make it up to me by having these cookies.”

mingyu’s smile becomes even brighter, something you never thought was possible, as he reaches for a cookie. he doesn’t even hesitate to bite into it, and for a moment, you feel guilty for feeding him a potion without his knowledge.

“they’re even better today!” mingyu’s gasp of contentment interrupts your thoughts. “they’re fresh, warm, and the perfect amount of chewy,” he continues, raving on and on about how the ‘sea salt enhances the chocolate perfectly’ like some cookie connoisseur.

on a normal day, your chest would be swelling with pride at how mingyu, a die-hard foodie, complimented your food, but you had the love potion to worry about.

impatient and curious, you make your first mistake by blurting out: “is it working?”

at the confused expression mingyu shoots you, you can only bite your tongue at the wrong choice of words.

and then, your second mistake:

“i meant, i—uh, used some new ingredients for these cookies,” you quickly add to cover up your lie. “i just wanted to check if they were able to—”

“—make the love potion you put in these cookies?” mingyu raises an eyebrow, and your jaw drops. your heart is soon to follow when you see mingyu’s smile morph into something upset and betrayed.

“how did—how did you know?” you ask, wringing your hands together.

“y/n, there’s literally an instruction booklet in front of you that says, ‘love potion-cookies,’” mingyu sighs. “it’s pretty obvious.”

horrified, you stare at the recipe laid out in front of you. there was no way you could save yourself now. so, you decide to own up to your actions.

“mingyu, look—”

“i knew your plan,” mingyu stops you. “i knew it the day you first gave me the cookies.”

“h-how?”

“people have used it on me many times,” mingyu admits, sounding annoyed. “what sucked was that i used to fall ‘in love’ with them momentarily. even though it’d wear off in a few hours, it wasn’t the best feeling.”

“but how could you tell that—that my cookies had the potion?” you ask him, wondering why on earth mingyu would agree to eat cookies laced with potential magic ingredients.

“i’ll be honest, seungkwan’s recipe is a bit different, so i couldn’t tell at first. i only recognized the flavor of unicorn vanilla essence after the second cookie, and i knew.” mingyu reveals.

“but why didn’t it work on you?” you’re more frustrated than confused. if you did everything right both times, why hadn’t it worked on mingyu? “is it really so impossible for us to be together that not even borderline witchcraft can help me?”

“y/n—”

“this was my last resort, because i was so tired of pining after you for months and still being seen as a friend by you—”

“listen to me—”

“maybe i was never destined to even find love, because whose luck is this bad—” this time your rant is cut off by mingyu’s hands cupping your face and his lips meeting yours.

for approximately three seconds, your body freezes. you wish you could move, kiss him back, do something, but you can’t be blamed for taking a few extra seconds to process that you’re being kissed by someone you’ve liked for almost two years.

when your brain finally starts working again, you lean in closer to mingyu, placing your hands on his shoulders for some leverage as you balance on your toes to kiss him back properly.

mingyu is the first to pull away, and he even leaves a soft peck on the tip of your nose. his hands move from your face to your waist, and you allow yourself to be hugged close to him.

“the potion doesn’t work on me because i already like you back,” mingyu explains, and a heavy weight lifts off your chest. “i was too scared to confess to you, so i was kinda glad that you tried to make some move.”

“wait, so— how long have you felt this way?” you question, feeling like an idiot who can’t stop smiling.

“ever since we got paired up in the cooking contest at the college fair,” mingyu chuckles, and your eyes widen at that memory.

“oh god. that’s so embarrassing,” you complain, leaning forward to rest your head on mingyu’s chest and hide your face from him.

“hey, seeing you cry before you got to cutting the onions was hilarious!” mingyu adds on in a teasing tone, and you playfully punch his arm.

“it stung my eyes real bad! you had to be there to know,” you defend yourself, to which mingyu replies, “i was there. it really wasn’t that bad.”

“are you trying to get me to lose feelings for you right after i confessed?” you pout, and mingyu simply laughs before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“okay, let’s never bring that day up again,” he says, and you nod in agreement.

“do you think you could make me some more cookies, though? like, at least once a week.”

“are you insane? i’m never going near an oven ever again. you are the chef in this relationship.”

“it was worth a try, i guess.”

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[slimyalienfreak]

Hiya, i saw ur requests are open and that you write for sonic series, so i was wondering if you could write sonic boom!shadow x fem!hedgehog reader? You can make up the story, and what happens! But i have to ask if it can be fluff. I read a little to much angst today cant handle more😭

I looove shadow sm, all and any shadow😆

Thanks! Drink,eat , sleep, shower

-Monty 🦔

Boom!Shadow Fluff HC’s With Fem!Hedgehog Reader

Hey there! Thanks for the ask!

I don’t know why but as soon as I saw this request was to have Shadow be in a hugging session with reader. Don’t know why but that was the first thought I had when I saw that you wanted fluff (by the way I kind of wrote this to at least be platonic but some views can be considered romantic in a way. You can view it as whatever). Plus that boy does deserve a hug, regardless of which Shadow it is. Also sorry if this is a bit shorter than my regular ones. Anyways, hope you like this. ~Blaze/Dawn

Pronouns: She/Her (Or At Least Fem Intended Since I Only Used She/Her Once)

Warning: ❌

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: Shadow + Mentions Of The Other Sonic Crew

Proofread: ❌

Credits: Icon by punkmp4 on Pinterest + Banner by emiljjj (Edited By Me) on Pinterest

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- ‘God today has been overwhelming’ Shadow thought to himself, his face clearly showing annoyance. Honestly he wasn't sure how long he could deal with another presence. The only thing that was currently on his mind and the only reason he even bothered to put up with the others was seeing you. A while ago he found himself becoming fond of you in his own brooding way. Normally he wouldn’t consider himself getting close with anyone especially since he’s known for being a loner but as he manages to spot you more often due to you often hanging out with that stupid hedgehog sonic and his friends he couldn’t help but get drawn towards you. It’s like you had some sort of aura about you that made him drawn to you. So he decided to hang out with you much to your surprise at him wanting to be around you but you weren’t going to complain.

- You’re the only person he actually tolerates out of everyone he knows. To him Sonic is too annoying, Tails is alright in a way but still isn’t too fond of him, Knuckles isn’t that smart, Amy is also alright he just doesn’t hang out with her too much so he doesn’t have that much of a bond with her and he just finds Sticks batshit crazy. So with you it’s like he’s getting some fresh air after being stuck in a room for hours. He actually enjoys being around you, you won’t get him to outright admit it but in a way you can tell he does because he treats you way differently compared to the others which doesn’t go unnoticed by them.

- Some of them actually find it cute (Mostly Amy) and some of them like to tease Shadow about (Most probably either Sonic or Knuckles) but you don’t mind it. You actually find it cute in a way as well. Managing to break his standoffish persona. Undeniably he kind of has a soft spot for. Often he finds himself getting defensive when someone like Sonic teases him for his said soft spot. Like Sonic could be saying stuff like “You really like her don’t you Shadow” which causes Shadow to tell him to shut up.

- Everytime he has a shit day or just wants to decompress he finds himself thinking of you. He could just be in a grumpy mood then he just sighs to himself and thinks to himself ‘I’m going to see [Name]’. It’s like his brain just automatically thinks of going to you as soon as he experiences a single bad emotion. He knows that you won’t judge which admittedly makes him happy inside. Honestly after having others getting on his nerves he rather have someone who knows how to calm him down. Honestly, this dude has so much built in anger it’s unbelievable.

- Eventually, after enough walking he managed to arrive at your place and immediately felt some sort of weight being lifted off of his shoulders. He knocked on the door crossing his arms waiting for you to open the door. He then saw the door crack open and saw the familiar hedgehog he actually likes. “Oh hey Shadow!” You said, happy to see your buddy again “what are you doing here?” You asked before he answered “apologies for interrupting you but is it alright if I stay here for a bit?” He asked to which you happily let him in.

- As soon as you sat down you found him following you before plopping himself head down into your lap “had another one of those days huh?” You asked slightly chuckling before placing a hand on his head “you have no idea. I swear that damn hedgehog is out to purposely ruin my day.” He grumbled as he felt himself softening while having your hands running through his quills “oh come on he’s not that bad you know?” You could hear Shadow slightly snorting to himself before replying “you hang out with him, your used to his idiocy” you chuckled at his answer before continuing to play with his quills, occasionally seeing him nuzzle his head in your lap even letting out some noises indicating that he was enjoying the attention he was getting from you “your weird you know that Shadow?” You joked with him “no I’m not” he retorted back even starting to hug you loosely around your waist “yeah whatever you say” you smiled to yourself hearing Shadow scoffing to himself as the two of you enjoy each other's company. “thanks for being there for me [Name]” he quietly said but you could hear him very well “no problem Shadow”.

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[mysticpearl]

WE NEED THE COMFORTT FOR THE BLIND READER FUN YOU CAN’T LEAVE US HANGING LIKE THIS?????? (can’t do angst no comfort 😔)

-> blinded mistakes - happy ending

synopsis -> your husband feels bad for the way he snapped the other day. how does he make it up to you?

a/n -> approximately 28 people have asked for a part 2. this is insane i have so many people to tag (who aren't anons, obviously) BUT THANKS FOR ALL THE LOVE ON MY OTHER ONE OMGGGGG!!!! i love u all sm

warnings -> crying, but that's kinda all lol. this ones mostly just fluff!

w/c -> 951

-> kamisato ayato

it’s been a few days since the argument. 

ayato had been given an extension due to his circumstances, and didn’t have to worry about the ruined papers due to the kindness from the city's higher-ups who assigned him such papers in the first place. a lot of them were salvageable, too.

once he finished them, he leaned back, smiling from the stress relief. he got up, grabbed a cup of tea from the kitchen, and realized something.

you weren’t in the main room, waiting for him to leave his office so you two could spend some time together.

he then thought back about the events that took place. his chest immediately fills with regret at the words spoken to you. coincidentally, ayaka walked into the room.

“ayaka, have you seen y/n?” he hurried to his sister, who simply sighed.

“they’ve been in their room. they’ve been beating themselves up about the incident, so now they’re afriad of moving incase they bother you more,” she brushed past him. “good luck making amends. they’re incredibly hurt.”

he nodded, processing the information. he pacewalked to your shared bedroom, where he opened the door to see your sleeping form. 

he sat next to you, stroking your hair until you woke up. when you felt a hand on top of your head, you flinched a little bit.

“who’s there?” you said in a soft voice, unwilling to cause more issues by lashing out or showing aggression. 

“ayato,” he took his hand off your head. “i’ve come to say i’m sorry.”

you got up and found the headboard, slowly resting yourself up on it. “why all of the sudden? i hope you understand that you really hurt me, ayato. i’ve been too scared to get up these last few days because of the way you made me feel. the only times i’ve gotten up were to go to the restroom, bathe, and eat, but thoma would bring me something here. i still think about the words you said and your gestures.”

he looked down, sighing. he didn’t realize how much of an effect his words and actions had on you, but now that he’s hearing it from you, it seems like two more tons added to his shoulders. “don’t worry about it. it was salvageable, and you hadn’t ruined anything.”

“i wish you told me that when it happened, ayato,” you started to tear up. “i forgive you, but i don’t want to hear that again. it made me feel like shit.”

he nodded, hugging you tight, letting you cry into his shoulder. you felt around his body to realize he was wearing his white and blue suit, the one he usually goes out to fight in. 

“i’m not ruining this suit, right…?” you brought your face off his shoulder, but he immediately shoved it back in the same spot, silently telling you the obvious answer. 

he was glad he was able to resolve things. he couldn’t imagine a life without you.

-> wriothesley

it’s been about a week since wriothesley has seen you. he figured you went out of the fortress, staying over at a hotel or with a friend, like navia or chlorinde. he pretty much figured it would be chlorinde, considering she hasn’t come down to the fortress or has tried to initiate contact with him since the incident. 

he figured he’d try knocking on both doors, starting with navia. once navia told him everything he needed to know; that you were with chlorinde, he rushed over to her place.

“what are you doing here?” she scoffs as she opened the door, leaning against the doorframe. “your wife told me everything. i hope to trust that you didn’t embarrass her in front of the people who work for the palais mermonia, especially monsieur neuvillette himself.”

he shook his head, rubbing at his temples. “just let me see her, would you? i want to apologize.”

she nodded, clearing the doorway, allowing him to rush into the spare bedroom. 

you knew he was the one coming towards your room, considering his footsteps were a lot heavier than anyone you’ve ever known. his were tough, threatening. 

“wriothesley! w-what are you-” you started, your heart beating a little faster.

“i want to apologize for the things i said. i didn’t have to completely redo all my papers, and neuvillette understood the situation, and i was able to get an extent.”

you shook your head. “so you embarrassed me then, huh? you told them everything? that your stupid blind wife who is not even near good enough for you ruined your work?” 

he was speechless. he didn’t know how to respond to that sentence, so he put his hands on your shoulders, asking for silent permission to take you into a hug. once you nodded, he embraced you tightly. 

“no, i didn’t tell them that. i told him it was just a spill, and that i was able to save some of the papers. neuvillette is a very understanding man, and this never happens. i never need new copies or need extents, so he was willing to do it this time. nothing about you came up in our conversation,” he swallowed a lump in his throat before going on. “and you’re not stupid. you’re also the perfect choice for me, not good enough my ass. no matter what i have to do to make you see that, just because you have a disability doesn’t mean you’re unworthy.”

you started to cry, letting the tears spill into his chest, creating a damp spot on his tie. 

“so you don’t hate me then?” you sniffed.

“no, not at all. i couldn’t bring myself to hate you for something as dumb as that.”

[caramelsaltycandy]

Pure Fluff. Leviathan x Reader. Spoilers: Chap6&7, contains Leviathan's past. i forgot yesterday was valentines day

You were in Leviathan's office, draped over his very comfortable couch. The day was going so calmly—no angel attacks, no demons bickering, and nothing that needed to be done.

Leviathan, on the other hand, sat behind his desk, occupied with the duties of a King. He was aware of your free time, and it made him jealous—seeing you lounge so casually while he worked. However, he knows that if he throws you out, you'd just end up with another demon—and that’s far worse than watching you lounge around.

Besides, your presence doesn't bother him much since you are so quiet.

“Leviathan, can I ask you something?”

He had spoken too soon.

“...What?” he said calmly, but there was a clear sign of disappointment in his voice, like you had failed him in some way. You decided to ignore that.

“I've been curious about something.” you slowly sit up, “Uh…Do you remember what you told me in Reverse Babel?”

The vague question causes Leviathan to scrunch his face in confusion, “What are you talking about?”

“You know- when we split up from the group, and you choked me?”

Ah, yes. Leviathan’s face softens. Of course, he remembers. He could never—would never—forget that sight of you. You had apologized to him while he was choking you. Your words, your tear-streaked face, the way you had cried so sweetly... He remembers it all.

“I don't remember.”

"What?!” You shot up from the couch, standing over his desk with wide eyes and in disbelief,"That was, like, our most important bonding moment! I showed you a really vulnerable side of me!”

Leviathan turned back to the papers on his desk, his face remaining blank as he tried hard not to laugh at you, “Explain in more detail. What kind of ‘side’ are you talking about?”

“The one you told me to never show again. But now, I'm rethinking my promise to you.”

“Besides me.” he quickly adds, “To never show anyone else. Besides me.”

You smiled, “So you do remember.”

He raises his head, glaring at the smug look on your face, but still not wanting to give you the satisfaction of being right, Leviathan decides to stay quiet. This, of course, only confirms it.

“With that out of the way, I also asked you the same question that time too,” you jumped and sat on the empty space on his desk, turning your head to look at him, “Not to cry like a child, or to laugh like a fool in front of anybody. Besides you. Why is that?”

“Why does anytime you open your mouth it always manages to annoy me?”

“Answer my question first.”

Leviathan lets out what might be the biggest sigh in the history of hell. Dropping the pen in his hand, he leans back on his chair and rubs between his eyebrows, a headache. He should definitely hang you right now. However, he stops himself.

He looks into your eyes, then suddenly pulls your body toward him. With a yelp, your back hits his chest, and your legs rest on his desk. He doesn’t seem to mind that your shoes are crushing the papers he just signed. Instead, he leans closer to you. “Because everything about you,” he tightens his arms, “is mine.” whispering against your ear as you tense beneath his touch. His lips press to your neck, right where your heartbeat thrums beneath his kiss.

In his youth Leviathan had nothing worthy of mention, his body was something to be experimented on, something to be thrown away once it expired. The only thing he remembers fondly from his past is a promise—to live a life others would envy. Unlike Mammon, he doesn't crave everything—only what is worthy. And now, that includes you. Your attention, your gaze, your mind. You, you, you. You should want him just as much. You should burn with jealousy when his mind drifts from you.

Only then will his promise truly be fulfilled.

i like this guy sm

[goldfades]

Can you do a fix on Booker where his gf is iffy about him buying stuff for her and always tries to pay her half and how he tries to break her out of it? 💕 luv your writing btw we really need more Dbook writers

hii lovey, thank u sm<3 i love devin sm i actually wanna cry sm, he's just so cutesy yk? i'm so glad u enjoy as much as i like writing!!

Devin hated your obsession with splitting the bill.

It was cute at first—endearing, even. He liked your independence, the way you never expected anything from him, the way you insisted on pulling your weight. It was different from what he was used to, a refreshing contrast to the usual gold-digger stereotypes that came with being an NBA player.

But now? Now it was just getting ridiculous.

Like last week, when he tried to buy you sneakers—something simple, nothing crazy—and you refused to let him pay, insisting you could get them yourself. Or the time he booked a vacation for you two, and you fought him over sending him half the cost for the flights.

And then tonight.

You were out to dinner at one of his favorite restaurants—nothing too fancy, but nice enough that the bill was going to be a little ridiculous. He didn’t even think about it when the check came, just reached for it instinctively.

And then your hand was there, quick as lightning, grabbing at the other side of the black leather check holder like you were about to enter a full-on tug-of-war match over who got to pay.

“I got it,” you said, so casually, like it was nothing.

Devin barely held back a groan. “No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do,” you insisted, already reaching into your bag for your wallet.

Devin shot you a look. “Are we really about to do this again?”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “I just don’t want you always paying for everything.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Why not?”

“Because!” You gestured vaguely, searching for the right words. “It’s just—it’s weird. I don’t need you to pay for me, Devin. I have my own money.”

He leaned back, giving you a look. “I know you do. That’s not the point.”

You sighed, your fingers drumming anxiously against the table. “It’s just a thing for me, okay? I don’t want to feel like I’m just—taking from you.”

Devin let out a slow breath, his head tilting slightly, like he was really trying to understand where you were coming from. But also? Like he was trying to figure out the best way to break you out of this.

Because he wasn’t about to let his girlfriend treat herself like a damn charity case every time he wanted to do something nice for her.

And tonight?

Tonight, he was putting an end to it.

Devin didn’t move right away. He just watched you, fingers tapping against the table, your brows pinched in that way they always did when you were overthinking. He knew that look too well.

You were already building an argument in your head, already ready to fight him on this. And that was crazy to him.

Because what you didn’t seem to understand—what he needed you to understand—was that this wasn’t about money. It was about you.

And he wanted to take care of you.

Not because he thought you needed him to. But because it was how he showed love.

So he exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand down his face before sitting forward, his voice lower now. Steadier. “Alright. Explain it to me.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Explain what?”

“This.” He gestured between you two, between the check still sitting on the table, between this entire situation. “Why does this bother you so much?”

You sighed, leaning back in your chair, playing with the edge of your napkin. He knew you were stalling.

Finally, after a long pause, you muttered, “Because I don’t ever want you to think I’m with you for the wrong reasons.”

Devin froze.

For a second, he just stared at you. Then his jaw clenched, something flickering behind his eyes—something that made your stomach twist.

“You really think I’d ever believe that?” His voice was low, almost hurt.

You swallowed. “It’s not about you believing it. It’s about other people.”

Because that’s what it came down to, wasn’t it?

You had seen the headlines. The Twitter comments. The whispers whenever you and Devin were out in public together. Gold digger. Another NBA girlfriend just riding the wave. She’s only here for the lifestyle.

You hated it.

And yeah, Devin had money. More money than most people would know what to do with. But you never wanted that to define your relationship. You never wanted people to look at him—at you—and assume it was just about that.

Devin’s jaw ticked. “So, what? You’re gonna keep splitting every bill for the rest of our lives just to prove a point to people who don’t even know us?”

You flinched. “It’s not about proving a point.”

“Then what is it?”

You let out a sharp exhale, suddenly feeling exposed, like you had been backed into a corner with no way out. “It’s just—it’s weird for me, okay? I’ve always taken care of myself. I’ve had to. Letting someone else do it feels… I don’t know. Like I’m losing something.”

Devin went quiet at that.

His fingers drummed against the table once, twice—like he was processing—before he nodded slowly, leaning back, his dark eyes locked onto yours.

“Alright,” he said. “I get it.”

You blinked, caught off guard by how easily he was letting it go.

“Wait, you do?”

“Yeah.” He shrugged. “I get why you feel like that.”

You narrowed your eyes. “So… we’re good?”

Devin let out a slow breath, his lips twitching—like he was trying really hard to hide a smirk. “No. Not even a little.”

You frowned. “Then—”

“I get why you feel like that,” he said again, tapping his fingers against the check. “But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna let you keep doing this dumb shit.”

Your mouth dropped open. “Dumb shit?”

“Yes.” He nodded, casual as ever, fully ignoring the way you were now glaring at him. “Because you’re making this a bigger deal than it is.”

You scoffed, crossing your arms. “Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. Multi-Millionaire. Some of us didn’t grow up with an unlimited budget.”

Devin rolled his eyes. “Baby, I didn’t either.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but—okay. Fair point. Devin didn’t come from crazy wealth. He had worked for it. Earned every dime.

“But that’s exactly my point,” you argued. “You earned it. You should get to spend it on whatever you want.”

He gave you an exasperated look. “And I want to spend it on you.”

You paused.

Devin sighed, leaning in, his voice softer now. “You don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what?”

“That it makes me happy to do this for you.”

Your breath hitched slightly.

His gaze was steady, his thumb rubbing absentmindedly against the side of his glass. “I want to take care of you. Not because I think you need me to. Not because I think you can’t take care of yourself. But because you deserve to have someone who wants to do things for you.”

You swallowed hard. “Dev—”

“No, listen.” He tilted his head slightly. “You do so much for me. You deal with the travel, the media, the bullshit that comes with dating someone in the NBA. You support me constantly. You make my life easier in ways you don’t even realize.”

You were silent.

“So, if I want to take you to a nice dinner, or buy you a pair of sneakers, or book a trip just because I know you’ll like it—why the fuck would you fight me on that?”

You let out a breath, your frustration softening into something more like… guilt.

Because when he put it like that…

You bit your lip. “I just don’t want to take advantage of you.”

Devin let out a quiet laugh—not mocking, not patronizing, just… fond.

“You think you could take advantage of me?” He shook his head, smirking now. “Baby, you won’t even let me buy you coffee half the time.”

You groaned, covering your face with your hands. “This is so embarrassing.”

He grinned, leaning forward. “No, what’s embarrassing is you thinking you have any real say in this.”

You peeked through your fingers, frowning. “What does that mean?”

Devin grabbed the check, pulled out his card, and slid it in like it was final. Like this was done.

“Means I’m paying for dinner,” he said simply.

“Devin—”

He held up a finger, stopping you before you could argue. “And next time, I will tackle you if you try to split it.”

You deadpanned. “You wouldn’t.”

His smirk was all teeth. “Try me.”

You let out a dramatic sigh, throwing your hands up in defeat. “Fine. You win.”

Devin just shook his head, amused. “Oh, baby.” He leaned in, brushing his lips against yours, his voice nothing but a murmur.

“I won the second I met you.”

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

“Are you gonna be a good girl?” || Young President!Coriolanus Snow x reader

Summary: Coryo's friends have always been and probably will always be condescending towards you. When you refuse to stay home when he invites them over for dinner, you become aware of the intricate control that Coriolanus has skillfully woven around you, highlighting a sense of submission in your actions.

Warnings: reader smoking, age gap (r is 18 and Coryo is 25), manipulative, controlling, toxic!coryo, power dynamic, condescending behaviour,

Wc: 740

A/n: crap summary but i kinda got inspired by Priscilla and I lowkey imagined cailee as Priscilla in this but u don’t have to. I LOVE THIS MOVIE SM 😭 also pretend Arachne is still alive.

"I want to visit my family later today, Coryo," you mention, casually flicking the ashes from your cigarette into the nearby ashtray. Coryo looks up from his newspaper, his gaze fixed on you. “What?”

"I want to see my family later today," you repeat, "I haven’t seen them in weeks." The sentiment is laced with a tinge of longing. With a cigarette delicately held between meticulously manicured nails, your painted lips articulate the words, the smoke swirling into the air.

A hush settles in the air until Coryo’s voice breaks the silence, his tone void of emotion. “You can’t. Not today,” he asserts, his attention returning to the newspaper. Your eyes fixate on him. “And why not?” You try not to raise your voice, but a hint of urgency slips through.

"Because, sweetheart, we have guests coming over for dinner." You roll your eyes. "And I want you here, yes?" he adds, pointing to you. “Who’s coming?” Coriolanus sighs deeply, dismissing the question with, “Does it matter?”

“Yes, it does matter. Who’s coming, Coryo?” Your tone grows more agitated. He casually shrugs, “Just a few of my friends, that’s all.” The harsh stubbing out of your cigarette emphasizes your displeasure.

"Your friends?" you question, annoyance evident in your tone. Sensing your irritation, he casually discards his newspaper to the side. “Yes, does that bother you?” he spat in response, his words carrying a tinge of defiance.

You let out an exasperated laugh, “You know how I dislike your friends, Coryo. They’re horrible to me!” You grip the armchair tightly, leaning towards him. You can practically feel the irritation radiating off you.

Coriolanus dismissively rolls his eyes. “Please. They’re not horrible to you. You’re being dramatic—” The room is charged with tension as your hand forcefully slams on the table. “Yes. They are. They belittle me, Coryo!” The weight of your words hangs in the air, your chest heaving from the emotional intensity of the outburst.

It's true. Whenever you're around Coriolanus' friends, it's hard not to notice the condescending vibe they throw your way, the snarky comments about anything and everything about you.

The memory of your wedding day remains vivid in your mind, etched with indelible images of raised eyebrows and skeptical glances from all of Snow's friends as you walked down the aisle. The collective gaze left you with a lingering sense of embarrassment. You were only 17, and he was 24.

You were well aware of the swarm of thoughts buzzing through their minds every time they saw you with Coriolanus. According to them, you were too young, too naive, too quiet, and perhaps even too unintelligent to hold the title of First Lady.

The unsolicited opinions seemed to echo a common sentiment: Coriolanus should have chosen someone closer to his age, someone who shared more similarities with him.

Conversations with his friends were always filled with subtly belittling comments that Coryo either didn't notice or chose to ignore.

Arachne stood out as the harshest among them all. Her comments, in particular, were cutting and had a way of driving you out of the room, often leaving you with tears streaming down your face.

In their eyes, you were just weak. A wife who sat there and looked pretty. But you were more than that, you knew that, hell, even Coriolanus knew that, but he never spoke up.

"They just like to tease you. Don't be so sensitive," he scoffs, the nonchalance in his tone amplifying your frustration. You gnaw at your lips as Coriolanus rises with a sigh, leisurely stretching his neck before heading to the nearby table to pour himself a glass of alcohol.

"I don't want to be here," you whisper loud enough for him to hear you. "I want to see my family, Coryo," your voice trembling with the urgency of your plea. "You can't deny me of seeing my own family," you exclaimed, the words escaping your lips with an urgency that surprised even you.

His response was swift, harsh. He took hold of your chin, his fingers digging into your flesh as he forced you to look at him. "You are to stay here, do you hear me?" he commanded, his voice cutting through the air.

The forcefulness of his grip left you momentarily breathless. Your attempt to pull away was futile as his gaze bore into you, a mix of anger and expectation in his eyes. Tears welled up, blurring your vision as a wave of helplessness washed over you.

As your gaze meets his with glassy, doe-like eyes, Coriolanus can't help but be overcome with a sense of remorse. His hold gently eases, his fingers transitioning from your chin to delicately trace the pad of his thumb along your cheekbone.

"Are you gonna be a good girl and stay, hm?" His voice was softer now. You swallow hard and you find yourself nodding, silently surrendering to the intricate web of control that Coriolanus deftly wove around you.

Coriolanus tenderly brushes away a stray tear that had dared to escape, his touch as soft as a fleeting whisper. Leaning in, he draws closer to your face, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek. The warmth of the kiss lingers for a brief moment, a delicate embrace, before he gently withdraws. "Now, go get ready," he says, his back turned to you as he pours himself another glass as you wordlessly leave.

[lara4eclipze]

“one of the girls”

— ( 👯‍♀️ ) the minute they laid their eyes on you — they knew they needed you

— ( 🌪️ ) nasty smut , threesome, slight voyeurism, dubcon(?) , swearing , degrading, dom!marz , cum , mentions of men , marz are perverts! y/n is too.,.,.., marz refer to their straps as cocks!

— ( 📼 ) 100 follower special!! thank you all sm , this means the world to me , ill spare you the long ass speech but thank you smm

notoriously known as the hottest couple on campus , smart , rich and oh very much scary — now how the fuck did you get roomed with them , with the lara raj and meret manon.

maybe it was just your karma but god you didn't want any relation to the pair , picture this every time you have to go home from a long day you are greeted by the two ridiculously hot women hugging or even worse kissing.

yeah no.

when you tried complaining to the council they just flat out said they requested you — what the fuck does that mean? , they can just pick out their roommates?

either way , now you're outside the room begging yourself to pull it together "fuckkk" you drag out your words , nervous and scared of what might greet you behind the door.

"need something?" you hear an all too familiar voice say behind you , you. we're. fucked.

you turn around and guess who , lara raj holding some bags in her hand presumably her things.

"uhm nothing just , uh going in" you reply opening the door to the room , you sigh planting down your bags and dragging yourself to your bed.

"manon should be here soon—let me help you unpack" lara says , her hands already on your bag so who are you to say no?

"yeah sure" you simply replied opening your bag , she helped you put them in your dresser , of course she had to sneak in some not so needed touching.

such as holding your waist when your reaching for something high , or placing her hand on your thighs when talking .

you didn't question it cause who would? she's in a relationship c'mon now.

keys jingle outside the door , and in comes manon , she had lesser bags and was wearing headphones.

"hi babe!" lara squeals running up to manon to hug her , they were honestly very domestic

cute , yet so annoying

"here's y/n our roommate" lara says to manon as if they didn't request you , it intrigued you why they specifically asked for you , I mean you guys only had one class together and practically never interacted before

—⟩

week one wasn't so bad , they kept their space and you kept yours— you'd occasionally get home whilst they both were asleep and it was cute they were nicer than you thought

well until some rumor spread in campus — rumor has it that you were a part of their relationship who would make such a rumor?

they did , lara had a field day making up this rumor

"does it bother you?" lara asks as you both sat down , watching some movie

"not really I just find it weird don't get me wrong but you guys are the couple I'm not a part of that" you replied

her hands on your thighs yet again , she swiped it up and down in a comforting matter

"you know you can tell me anything right?" she asks , using her fingers to brush off a stray hair from your face

unknowingly you blush at the act — god help me right now, you cannot be attracted to lara

"yeah , and I'm thankful for that" you smiled warmly, your cheeks felt hot and you were flustered nonetheless

she smiles back and turns to continue watching the movie—you swore to god that you can see her smirking

—⟩

"come on it'll be fun!" manon insist as she tries to convince you to come shopping with her and lara

"I can't — I swear my bank account is in the negatives" you replied as you frown at both , but they kept pushing you to come

"who said you'll pay?" lara says with faux confusion , a light grin escapes her poker face

"ugh fine" you playfully roll your eyes at the pair as they both cheer , "okay come on I'll drive" manon says as she pulls out her keys and starts walking out of the dorm

the drive wasn't so loud but they played some of lara's favorite songs — she had good taste to say the least

—⟩

"this one is pretty on you" lara says adjusting the crop tshirt to her desired length, her hands on your midriff, your actually gonna lose your mind

"yeah I agree" manon says from behind you , you tilt your head trying to assess the shirt from the big mirror in front of you

"oh-uh yeah I'd like this" you stammered , gosh you can't keep embarrassing yourself! , lara turns to manon and smirks

"it makes your boobs look big" lara says bluntly — what the hell , okay maybe she wasn't thinking about what she said but still!

"how about this skirt I picked?" manon says holding up a miniskirt , were you ever gonna wear this? — no but it looked cute

"okay let's try it?" you said , manon helps you out of your previous pants , left with your safety shorts you felt bare infront of two powerful people , manon smiles at you and helps you wear the skirt

fuck your ass is legitimately out and open in this , the skirt was much more shorter when you wore it

"you look cute and hot in it" manon says her hands are still planted on your waist , her grip tight as if you'll try to run away , lara agrees humming "mhm"

wet is a fuckin' understatement, you were practically the ocean at this point — lara's obvious stare at your body and manon's hand's on it—shit , do you like them both?

"I think it's too short" you try to reason , your legs were about to give up on you , damn it why the fuck do you like them both at the same time?!

"I think it's perfect — don't you want to flaunt your pretty body?" lara questions , "you're honestly so hot—you just can't style yourself" she follows

okay what else lara , spill it out do you guys do this to me for fun?! , am i a joke to you? , do you guys like me , tell me!—your mind was racing with thoughts

"wow , rude" you tease

—⟩

days pass and you keep thinking about the words of lara, she was checking you out which was weird but goddamit she was too pretty for her own good

laying down in your bed , you were bored and bothered about the fact you were attracted to the pair and how badly you wanted them to fuck you— maybe it was lara's big hands the way her fingers were long god it made you dizzy — manon having her pretty nose it made you wonder how it would feel between your fol-

"gosh stop being weird!" you whine , why are you imagining them fucking you?—it made you impossibly turned on your cunt was practically begging for attention you got yourself all worked up

"what am I doing" you sigh , as you pull down your shorts , circling your clit with a figure eight motion — soon your underwear was off as well

you shut your eyes , imagining the pair fucking you—moans left your mouth , lara's name manon's name , gosh good thing the walls were pretty thick or else the neighbors would've heard

"hmh? you need us y/n" you heard lara's menacing voice , fuck your caught—your eyes widen and as your tried to cover yourself up manon quickly pins your arms by your side

"what a pervert y/n , pleasing yourself to us?— what would the campus think?" lara condescendingly says , you try to push away manon's hand but she was stronger

"please don't tell them lara " you beg , obviously you might lose your precious scholarship and other shit

"we won't don't worry — for a price" manon teases as a grin forms on her face—lara moves closer to you and rests her hands on your thighs , inching impossibly close where you needed her most

"please I'll do anything j-just don't tell anyone" you said desperate — manon quickly shuts you up by leaning and kissing you , she bites your lower lips to access the cavern of your mouth

lara then pushes her fingers in you—at a inhumane speed , her fingers curled at the gummy spot in you

manon then separates from you, panting for air "fuck lara!— I mghm!" you moan as lara chuckles darkly her fingers still deep in you

"fucking slut — is this what you wanted for us to use you? , well your gonna get used" manon berates you as she removes her own clothes , helping lara out of hers as well

they were perfect, lara had the best boobs and manon's body was toned — you clench around lara's fingers which didn't go unnoticed she speeds up and whispers filthy things into your ears

"mhm your gonna cum? — fuck your squeezing my fingers" lara whispers as you cum all over her fingers , some dripping, she pulls out and puts it in her mouth moaning at your taste

manon follows collecting your nectar and treating herself "fuck your delicious — good thing we aren't done yet" manon follows

—⟩

manon practically manhandled you her strap hitting the deepest in you as you gag on lara's strap "your made to be our toy" manon says snapping her hips forward making you cry around lara's length

"look at you taking both our cocks — fucking whore" lara berates as she pulls your hair up to kiss you , saliva dribbled out of your mouth from how hard they were fucking you

manon reaches forward and pinches your nipples — you moan into lara's mouth , after the kiss manon pulls you up and uses her hands to choke you as she plunges deeper into your core

"fuck!" your voice all high in pitch, lara pulls out her phone and starts recording you , she zooms into your cunt as manon rails you

as you cum around manon's strap lara stops recording and removes her strap to be followed by the older

you all lay down in the pairs bed , lara pushes your head towards her chest as you start to suck on her nipples , "so good" lara murmurs

manon hugs you from behind as you start to fall asleep too tired to even think about what you three did

[archangeldyke-all]

hope you're feeling better by the ghosting! Lesbian dating scene is hard out here 😭 have an ask if you're up for it. Or you can just listen abt this scenario I have, totally fine either way just wanna let these thoughts out. And you're my fav sevika writer so! It's a bit angsty/comfort ig? Basically Sevika explaining to reader why it's such a struggle to say "I love you".

Not just because it's an admission of feelings for such a character but I think it's also cuz loving someone also means you have to accept anything could happen to either of them, esp since Zaun and her job are quite dangerous. So saying those 3 words feels like accepting that risk and continue on which is a big thing to do, it's like willingly leaving yourself open to potential heartaches. Idk just recently saw posts about how love is not just a feeling but also a choice, whether to stay/commit/any other reason the person feels what love is. Felt like if the reader is the first thing she's ever cared about and don't wanna lose her (whether it's a breakup, death etc,), she would struggle saying it cuz it feels like accepting that risk which she doesn't want to. She would still make up for it by showing her love & appreciation thru other means tho! Mb the reader had anxious thoughts on whether she reciprocated, or Sevika feels bad for not saying back for so long that she felt like she has to explain why she's struggling.

Sorry if I'm rambling too long 😅 hope you have a great year ahead, love your writing as well! ❤️

i love this sm <33

men and minors dni

even though you've lived in zaun your whole life, you understand that your life's been a lot softer than it could've been.

you've never had to worry about where you'll sleep at night-- you've always had a dry, warm bed to rest in.

you've gone hungry some nights, but you're lucky enough to have never gone more than a few days without a warm meal.

and your choice in career keeps you out of the line of danger; safe and inside most of the day, home before sunset each night.

so, while you're zaunite enough to know how to keep your head down and mind your own business, you understand that for most people life's a lot scarier.

sevika's one of those people.

sevika's known grief for almost as long as she's known how to talk. she's spent her fair share of nights in the cold, and she's gone to bed hungry more often than she's gone to bed full and satisfied. plus, sevika's dedicated her life to being a revolutionary. which means sevika has a lot of enemies.

so it's no surprise that lovey-dovey words come easier for you than they do for sevika.

it isn't until two years into your relationship that you realize she's never said she loves you. sevika has to be the one to point it out.

"i think i gotta call it an early night, baby. you stay up and finish the movie." you say around a yawn, leaning forward to kiss your girlfriend on the couch. sevika pouts.

"just sleep on top of me here." she requests. you snort.

"you'll throw your back out carrying me to bed."

"that's just offensive. i could lift three of you." sevika's pout worsens. "goodnight." she huffs. "give me another kiss."

you laugh and roll your eyes. "i love you." you say with exasperation as you lean in to kiss her. sevika stiffens against you. you pull away to study her face. "'s wrong?"

"you always say that." sevika whispers. you raise an eyebrow at her, climbing into her lap to hold her face between your hands.

"well, yeah. 'cause i do."

"i know." sevika says with a tiny smile. it makes your heart flutter. it's quiet for a moment as you wait patiently for your girl to gather her words. eventually, sevika sighs. "does it ever bother you that i don't say that to you?" she asks.

you frown in confusion. "what, that you love me?" you ask. sevika nods. you sputter a laugh. "yes you do, you say it all the time." you scoff.

sevika blinks up at you in shock. "no i don't." she says. "baby, i've never said it. to anyone. ever."

oh. well, that's surprising. you furrow your brow as you try to recall an instance where your girlfriend let the words slip, and you're shocked to realize that she, in fact, has not. "oh." you say.

sevika gulps. "does that... is that bad?" she asks.

you blink down at her, and your heart shatters. "oh, baby, no." you coo, kissing her frown. "no, that's not bad."

"but-- i should be able--"

"darling, i know you love me." you cut her off. sevika blushes almost as red as she did the first time she saw your tits. you smile, brushing your thumbs over her crimson cheeks. "you make that very clear."

"yeah but i--"

"you moved me into your sacred bachlorette pad three months into us meeting. yesterday, you came home from work with a stab wound, and tried to make me dinner before patching yourself up."

"it was just a scratch."

"i'm not finished. you call me stupid shit like sweetbean and cookie-- and you do it in front of other people! you! sevika; the scary lady of zaun!" she chuckles a little bit at this. "sevika, i didn't even realize you hadn't said it until you told me just now." you kiss her nose. "it's not bad."

sevika leans forward to bury her face against your neck, inhaling deeply. "i just... i want to say it." she whispers. you nod. "i wish i could say it like you do; just, whenever i feel it." god she's romantic. you choke back your own tears as you kiss her scalp. "but... if i say it..." sevika trails off.

"if you say it, it makes it real." you whisper, nodding. "it makes it somethin' you can lose." you can feel her hot tears on your throat. you don't mention it.

"y-yeah." she whispers shakily, her hands clutching at your hips desperately. "and i can't lose you."

"you won't baby. even if the worst happens, i'm yours forever. i'll haunt the shit outta you." this pulls a startled laugh out of her, and you grin. "you don't have to say it for the rest of our lives, if you can't. i won't mind. just as long as we're together."

and that settles it.

for a while...

sevika starts practicing.

she'll spell it out to you, 'i l-o-v-e you, baby.' or she'll whisper it to you when she thinks you're sleeping.

at the three year mark, sevika can say it when she's drunk enough. it's fucking adorable.

"i have somethin' import'nt' t' tell you..." she says with a waggle of her eyebrows. you burst into laughter.

"oh, do you?" you ask.

"mmhmm. look." sevika darts forward to peck your lips, then pulls back with a proud smile. "i love'ya." she slurs. you grin.

"i love you too, baby."

"an' if this jinxes everythin' and y' die-- y' gotta make the haunting obvious 'kay?" she asks. you cackle.

"alright, love."

by the time you're married, the words are almost compulsive for her. sevika can't leave a room without shooting a 'love you' over her shoulder at you. even if you're arguing.

"oh, so you've conveniently got a fuckin' 'meeting' in the middle of the night, on your night to do fuckin' dishes?! if you don't get in the kitchen and grab the sponge right now you're sleeping on the couch!"

"it's six pm, it's a dinner meeting! i'll do the dishes when i get back! you act like i'm fuckin' negligent, but you're the one who doesn't know how to properly clean a fuckin' toilet! janna, you annoy me-- i love you, i'll be back by midnight!" she huffs as she slams the door behind her.

despite how pissed you are-- you can't help but smile a bit at her words.

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[loveroffemmes]

Hii I love your writing sm can you do a Jackie x reader where they go on a date at a fair or a festival? Pleaaase I’m begging 🙏🙏🙏

The Ferris Wheel | Jackie Taylor x Fem! Reader

summary: one-shot of jackie and you going on a date to the fair.

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“Kick and score.” Jackie read out the name on the sign in front of us, a huge grin making it’s way onto her face as she looked at the big prizes they were giving out for the soccer themed game. 

“It’s an easy game!” The fair worker called out, drawing Jackie and I in further, “Kick the soccer ball through the hole in the board and you can win any of these prizes.” He pointed at the wall behind him, huge stuffed animals hanging over him. 

“I just have to kick a soccer ball into a hole in this board? I can do that.” Jackie pulled five dollars in crumpled dollar bills out of her pocket, handing it to the worker. 

“Three shots for five! Do you have what it takes?” The worker loudly announces and Jackie smirks, feeling confident in her abilities. She does this every day after school, she’s going to nationals, there is absolutely no way she couldn’t make such an easy shot. 

Turns out there is a way. 

Jackie is down twenty bucks and I am down thirty minutes.

“Jackie, you can stop now, it’s okay.” I said with a laugh, attempting to drag her away from the game, but her stubbornness was prevailing. 

Jackie’s cheeks flushed red; sharing looks between me and the fair worker, trying to decide if she should listen to me and stop or take the worker’s new deal of three shots for three dollars.

“I’m captain of the Yellowjackets, I don’t get it.” Jackie pouted, letting me drag her away from the game, “I couldn’t get you that bunny and I know you wanted it – I saw you looking at it.” Jackie sighed. 

I laughed, my fingers intertwining with Jackie’s, “I don’t need a big stuffed bunny, I just want to spend time with you.” Jackie smiled, “Why don’t we lay off the fair games for a while? Maybe forever…” 

Jackie rolled her eyes, “One more shot and I would have won.” Jackie laughed at her own words, realizing how worked up she got over a scam carnival game. 

“Oh, yeah? I think you might have been a lot poorer by the end of it.” We walked through the line of random fair games and I kept my hand tightly locked on Jackie’s to make sure she was not tempted to try and win me something else. 

Jackie stopped walking, her head turned slightly up as her eyes locked onto the absolute perfect date spot; the top of a ferris wheel. I stopped and looked at where she was staring and I knew exactly what she was thinking – she’s really not as discreet as she likes to think she is.

Jackie wasted no time in dragging me to the ferris wheel. The line was pretty much empty. Jackie and I sat next to each other and the carnival worker pushed the bar into place, securing us next to each other. Jackie moved closer to me, her thigh touching mine. I felt all the nerves hit me at once. I was on a date with Jackie.

We had always had an odd relationship; not friends, not lovers – something else. Our hands would touch and neither of us would pull away. We would share a bed for sleepovers and wake up cuddling. Every touch lingered a little too long, every stare a little too frequent. Last week at a party celebrating the Yellowjackets going to nationals, Jackie wrapped her arm around me. Her lips glanced down at mine and I leaned in and she stopped me. She told me she didn’t want our first kiss together to be something we could brush off as a drunken mistake. The next morning, she asked me out, so I knew Jackie was trying to create the perfect first date for us that would lead to the perfect first kiss. She even showed up to my door with flowers (which is ridiculous because she made me drive us here).

Jackie was perfect. The sun was going down and the lights from the ferris wheel illuminated her face. I have never wanted anything more in my entire life. Her hand moved to my thigh; her eyes never leaving my face, not even bothering to look at the view in front of us. Jackie leaned in, her lips softly brushing against mine. It was a hesitancy that I had never seen in Jackie. I moved my hand to her face, cupping her cheek and pulling her deeper into the kiss. I could feel Jackie relax under my touch and I could feel the biggest smile ever against my lips and I couldn’t help but match it. 

Jackie pulled away, “I have been wanting to do that forever.” 

“Me too.” 

[vagabond-umlaut]

summer collapsed into fall

summary: gojo satoru has no favourite colour. he feels no need nor interest to have one, either. pairing: gojo satoru x reader [unspecified gender] tags: slight undertones of teacher-student relationship BUT there is NO ACTUAL romance between them; can this be called pining? idk; character study like fic of our sweetest satoru *cries* he deserves sm better; fluff but with a mild serving of angst; wc 0.8k notes: fic title inspired by a quote by oscar wilde; fic inspired by this lovely post i saw on pinterest; jjk isn't mine; loosely related to 'you make my heart flutter and fibrillate'; tumblr hates me using dividers hence the new fic format ^_^

satoru doesn't really have a favourite colour.

it's never quite crossed his mind. and even if it has, he has never seen it to be important enough to allow it be anything more than a passing thought, a meaningless thought---it is not like his life will be impeded should he not have a favourite colour, nor is anyone ever going to ask him what it is, so why bother?

but now, as you peer up at him expectantly, having already listed your top five favourite colours and why you love them so, satoru wishes he did bother back then.

he decides to feign confusion.

"what?"

"what what?" you shoot back, eager gaze not wavering one bit, "i just told you my favourite colours; aren't you gonna tell me yours? it's fine even if you have just one, sensei."

but is it fine if he has none?

throwing his watch a quick glance, he turns back to you. then exhales a quiet sigh, tired but the farthest from annoyed, when he sees you're still waiting for his reply... shutting the bus window beside, he turns to lean against it, shifting to face you properly.

and sighs, decidedly noisier this time, "this isn't the type of questions one asks their teacher, y'know? they are too casual, meant more for a friend than for a teacher."

"you got to be the last guy to lecture me about etiquette, sensei," you retort without missing a beat, huffing a quiet, amused laugh.

"and after the time i had to bring you to ieiri-san after you passed out from drinking a bit too much: i guess we're a bit more than a teacher and a student, aren't we, sensei?"

not really... no.

while satoru believes your first point to be a debatable topic, he does not think the two of you are anything but a teacher and a student, no matter how much help you extended to him or will in the future---it's not like he isn't grateful, though. he is; he really, really is---it's just his belief that few acts of kindness do not necessarily cause a friendship between people, and he intends to tell you this very clearly---

but finds he cannot. he simply cannot.

not when you say, still so eager but with an undercurrent so achingly soft that even the strongest wonders if he can handle its weight: "i'm not that bad a friend, y'know---you can ask others if you want; they'll tell you i'm a good friend, not the best but a decent one---"

"why don't you guess what's my favourite colour?"

rude, yes, horribly so. satoru knows, he knows this very, very well. but what can a man do but divert when he's being unsettled by words like the ones you addressed to him, by the tenor you employed for him---

although now that he observes you consider his suggestion, the man wonders if diversion was the right tactic or not.

he could have just lied and told you any random color. he could have chosen to be honest and told you he has no favourite colour like you and probably the rest of the world have.

but no, he doesn't.

satoru does not opt either of the above two painfully simple, painfully easy options. choosing instead to ask you to guess what his favourite colour is... satoru never really anticipates he'll end up being this much more unsettled, thanks to his decision of diversion:

if there was a subtext of a haunting softness in your manners before, the sorcerer reckons it is the text now, typed out in bold letters then underlined and highlighted in neon---you too shift to face him, even moving the bag kept in between to your lap and shifting a bit closer, but still a respectable distance away---only to punctuate your effort with a keen stare, much too gentle, at him.

it's scary, he thinks. yeah, undoubtedly scary. but somewhere in the back of his mind, something says it's also comforting.

many eyes look at satoru throughout the day. they gape, they gawk, they study the man and every small aspect of his person with many different kinds of reasons behind them. but before today, there has never been anyone who has regarded him with this much care, that too for a nonsensical cause like yours...

he wonders, just what are you seeing in him?

just who are you seeing in him?

"it's orange, isn't it?" you exclaim abruptly, leaning a touch forwards with a snap of your pointer and thumb. voice too loud. smile too big. eyes too bright, way too bright---

satoru takes not even one whole second to decide:

he now has one favourite colour.

[penkura]

You have no idea how happy I am to finally find someone who writes for penguin 😭 he’s so fucking handsome and I love him sm!

Anyways onto my request, could you write a scenario with Law, Penguin, Zoro, and whoever else you’d like, of reader being hit on and then protecting her?

Thank you so much I am obsessed with your writing 😭💛

Yesss more love for Penguin!! He deserves it so much, omg, he's so good!

I've never been hit on before to my knowledge, so I'm just winging it here, but aahhh protective men. <3 I decided to add Shachi to this since he's started working his way into my circle of blorbos, so this my first time writing him in a romantic light lol. I hope you like it!

I'm sorry this took me SO LONG TO DO AAHH. I got back from vacation and life took over again.

Law

Law understands fully that his crew needs time off the Polar Tang every now and then, and that most of the time, that leads to everyone taking over a tavern when you dock, drinking their cares away while he watches to ensure no one does anything stupid. After the one time a fight broke out because Penguin unknowingly hit on the bar owner’s wife was enough, your captain keeps a close watch to cut off anyone who needs to stop before they do something to get you all in another fight.

Still, he has no problems letting you all have some time to relax and unwind, enjoy some drinks and the bad karaoke some of your crewmates partake in, as long as he keeps an eye on you specifically, Law is totally fine with the bar crawls that happen. He isn’t watching you because he doesn’t trust you, it’s the opposite. He trusts you more than anyone else on the crew, that’s why he watches you so closely when you’re out, to make sure you stay safe. There’s too many people out there, men and women, that are willing to lie or take advantage of you to get to him, Law understands that very well.

None of it has to do with the tiny little secret crush your captain has on you, nope. Not at all.

It has nothing everything to do with the guy flirting with you at the bar, it’s definitely not the reason his grip on his glass is so tight to the point you could hear a slight crack. Law can tell you aren’t entirely comfortable, by the nervous smile you have on your face as you inch back a little at a time, but the guy doesn’t seem to get the hint, moving closer, with a drunk grin on his face. Law doesn’t step in right away, just watching to make sure you’re safe. The second you let on that you feel unsafe, or the guy makes the wrong move, he’ll intervene. He has to keep his crewmates safe, small crush or not.

It's not even a minute later when the man puts a hand on your thigh, causing you to stiffen up, that you see the familiar blue from Law’s Room, and suddenly you’re sat in his lap as the drunkard jumps up when you disappear. Law’s arm wraps around your waist as the other guy looks around for you, too drunk to notice where you’ve been placed before he downs his own drink and asks for another, your captain almost sighing relief that he seems to be ignoring your sudden disappearance now.

“Uh, captain…?”

It takes just a moment for Law to realize you’re still in his lap, but he doesn’t bother to push you off or anything, not when he catches the eyes of another patron on you, instead pulling you a bit closer.

“Just stay here. I can keep those drunk idiots off you.”

You feel a bit weird sitting on his lap, but still nod, thankful Law watches out for you all.

You may have to talk to him later though, based on how touchy he seems to be while he keeps you with him, but that can wait. You’ll enjoy it while you can.

~~

Penguin

Penguin trusts you, sometimes he thinks more than he trusts Law and Shachi. He knows that no matter how many people try to flirt with or hit on you, you aren’t leaving his side. You two have been through far too much for you to even think about leaving Penguin at this point, and he does recognize that.

It still doesn’t help the pang he feels in his chest when someone starts to flirt with you, even thought you never reciprocate and instead bring up your boyfriend in retaliation. Most of the time that makes people back off, usually with a dejected look at the fact you’re already taken, and appear to be happily so. Rarely do people try to push and tell you to just forget about him, and when they do, it makes you angry enough to start yelling at them about how awful they are for trying to make you give up the best thing to ever happen to you, it never fails to make Penguin blush and give you all the love and affection in the world later.

Still, this time, he feels like you’ve bitten off more than you can chew. An older man flirts with you at the bar, but you of course aren’t interested, making that apparent as you sit with her chin in your hand and barely respond. He doesn’t seem to get that you have no interest in him, even when you say you’ve got a wonderful boyfriend that you’re madly in love with. When you get up to leave, the guy grabs your arm and tells you to forget Penguin, which just makes you mad and your boyfriend quickly gets up to try and stop you from doing anything to get you thrown out.

“Excuse me?! I’m not gonna just ‘forget him’! He’s the love of my life, he’s been with me for years!! You’re insane if you think I’m going to just leave him because you think I’m easy or something! And another thing, I—”

“Okay, that’s enough!” Penguin hooks his arms under yours, lifting you up as you keep yelling and start kicking your legs, he gives a nervous smile to the man and the bartender, “Sorry about her! My girlfriend gets a little angry when she’s had too much to drink! Come on, sweetheart, let’s get back to the hotel~”

Even though you agree, the whole walk there you complain to Penguin about the man that was hitting on you, how he couldn’t take no for an answer, and it makes your boyfriend sigh with a smile.

He’s always the one to pull you from starting a fight, he doesn’t have to protect you most of the time, but he’s always glad to pull you away before you hurt someone.

~~

Shachi

Shachi knows, he knows, that you and Sanji are just friends. You’ve been friends since you were children, your moms were best friends, you and the blond were just very close and spent a lot of your time playing together back then. You’ve told him, multiple times, that Sanji’s flirting with you is a joke, he’s never had romantic feelings for you and vice versa, you’ve always viewed him as a brother.

He just can’t help it and ends up giving Sanji the slightest of glares every time your dear friend flirts with you, even as you laugh and shove his arm, it doesn’t really help your boyfriend in feeling less jealous about it. Does he feel bad about it? Most of the time, yes, but he still ends up putting an arm around your shoulders and either ignoring Sanji’s comments or glaring at him to the point your best friend feels a little awkward.

Shachi is just very protective of you, even about Sanji. He trusts you, but he doesn’t want someone to steal you away and you’re the best thing to happen to him in recent years. You notice it quickly, when Sanji takes glances from you to Shachi and back, so you smile and tell him that Nami could probably use his company, which always gets your friend to throw his flirting and heart eyes to the true object of his affection, and Sanji runs off to her. You feel Shachi physically relax, still keeping his arm around your shoulders though, as you look up at him.

“Shach. He’s my best friend.”

“I know, I just…I’m sorry…”

“No need to be sorry,” you give him a quick kiss that makes Shachi bury his face in your shoulder and wrap his other arm around your waist in a hug, “Just trust me, okay? I love Sanji like a brother, but I love you.”

Shachi nods, telling you he loves you too, and feeling so grateful he has such an understanding girlfriend. He doesn’t feel like he deserves you sometimes.

He tries to not let Sanji’s joking flirting get to him after that, but it can be hard for him at times. At least you know it’s just because he loves you and doesn’t want to lose you.

~~

Zoro

Zoro has never worried about you being hit on by others. You rarely ever reciprocate, only if you really are interested, and that’s only because your swordsman has yet to make a move on you.  Literally everyone around you can see the fact you both have feelings for each other, but neither of you wants to ruin your friendship, so you’ve not even tried to say or do anything to change your status.

So when he sees other bar patrons flirting with you, Zoro doesn’t do much apart from keep an eye on you. He knows he has no real right to, but he’s always ready to jump up and help you if needed, keeping his free hand on his swords just in case someone gets a little too friendly with you. There have been a few times he’s almost jumped up and helped you, but you’ve been able to shake off the people flirting with or touching you easily, normally saying you’d get them another drink but never going back. They’re normally too drunk to notice anyway as you sneak back to your crewmates.

That normally works, but tonight, it seems the man who’s attention you’ve grabbed is a little more stubborn than others. He sits closer than anyone else has, and keeps touching you, even as you remove his hands from you or shrug him off, he still does it. The man has no sense of personal space or your rejection of his touches, it makes Zoro grip his swords a little tighter as he watches. He really wishes he could just go over, tell the guy you’re his, and get you away from him. So at first he doesn’t, Zoro knows you can handle yourself well enough to stop anyone that make you feel uncomfortable, you’re not his partner either, you can do as you please.

But the second he sees the guy’s hand move further up your thigh and you almost seem to freeze, he’s up and by you in a second, pulling you out of your seat and behind him, sending a harsh glare to the patron that dared touch you without your consent.

“She pushed your hands off multiple times, how much does it take for you to get the hint?!”

“Hey man, she—”

“Leave my girl alone or you’re dealing with me next time.”

Zoro doesn’t wait for a response and takes your hand, leading you over to where the rest of your crew is still seated, placing you beside him and not letting go of your hand, even when you try to bring it up. None of them say anything either at first, until Sanji smirks just a bit.

“So…‘your girl’, huh?”

“Another word and I’ll tell Luffy the combination to the fridge lock.”

Even as they all laugh at the horrified look on Sanji’s face, you smile and look at Zoro, mouthing a ‘thank you’ when he looks back to you, before he holds your hand a little bit tighter with a nod.

You could’ve easily thrown the pervert that was touching you to the ground, Zoro even knows that, but he wouldn’t miss the chance to prove how important you are to him and that he can protect you from anything. Not like you needed him to show you that though.

[jaemotion]

blitzed | lmh (teaser)

pairing⇢ mark lee x reader

summary ⇢ finding Mark was always easy for you — which makes you his friends' last resort whenever they need him back.

genre/au ⇢ angst, smut, uh best friends ig?

rating & word count ⇢ 18+ | 0.6k

warnings ⇢ swearing, pining, drug use, high sex, allusions to mental health struggles, they’re kinda toxic ngl (more specific ones will be added in the full fic)

a/n: i couldn't finish the fic by the end of his birthday so i figured a teaser will do since it's been sitting in my drafts since March 💀. happiest 25th to the loml, my markie, my minhyung 🥺 we've been together for 9 years now? (he was one of the three rookies i picked from the SM rookie app 😌)

you hear a familiar giggle after opening the door.

sighing in relief, you should've thought of looking for Mark here right away. it's one of the secluded ones in this lounge that he and his friends frequented during their free time. mostly him cause his younger bros prefer staying in the main area where the consoles are. honestly, it's essentially a game room because of the other recreational amenities like billiard tables, etc.

your favourite actually, that's why you visit here a lot but that's mainly because you're also Mark's best friend.

he tends to stay in this room when he needs to be alone. just chilling around surrounded by his favourite things. being those colourful tablets on the small table beside him and apparently, you.

“hi baby~” he calls to you from the small mattress he’s lying on. he giggles after, arms splaying around when he sees the scowl on your face at seeing his current predicament.

you've gotten used to Mark calling you this petname though you haven't heard him call you that when he's sober. you stare at his form from where you’re standing, gaze switching between him and a couple of mollies. those smileys carved in each of the assorted candies further annoyed you for many reasons.

because it seems like they're taunting you.

he’s done this a million times before, sneaking out to take a breather when he’s going through something. you and his friends never bother him when it happens but it’s uncharacteristic for him to do this, getting high at this time of day so it must’ve been different.

“what the hell mark?!” you yell whispering instead of actually using your voice at him to not bring his friends’ attention from the main room. it’s already telling when Renjun asks you specifically to look for him when he usually does it himself.

“relax, i didn’t take a lot” he states, surprisingly sounding sober despite looking fried. you’re damn worried about him but instead, he’s out here biting his right pointer finger as he looks at you with those heavy lidded eyes.

“still..” you look away because of their intensity and then he starts giggling again, probably finding amusement in your reactions.

“mark what’s going on?” you prod, not wasting any more time. you already did by searching for him in other places even knowing that this is what he considered his safest.

you wait for Mark to answer because sometimes he takes a while especially when he's like this. fortunately for him, you’re the type to help in any way that you can.

hence why you tolerate Mark’s antics, taking whatever he can give you at the moment.

“don’t wanna talk about it” he quips, his arm that was lying above his head coming down to grab your wrist.

“then what do you want?”

“you” he says with serious intent, thumb rubbing around your inner wrist in a coaxing manner which prompts your eyes to return to him.

he's not looking at you though, his eyes seem so fascinated as his thumb continues circling your skin. if he’s being honest, Mark just doesn’t want to face a possible rejection from you.

he could take it like a man should but not right now. not when everything’s been going to shit for him. he can’t fuck up things with you too but he might’ve already by stupidly blurting out what’s been on his mind lately.

“me how?”

you actually knew what Mark was asking but it’s not often he’s like this, flogged up his mind to stop himself from being vulnerable around you. besides, you’ve wanted to pry him off to whatever he just had so you’ll entertain this specific request of his.

like you always do.

“on me” he whispers before bursting out in another fit of laughter. he may look disoriented but the sincerity in his eyes never wavers each time he looks at you.

© jaemotion 2024. do not copy or repost.

[allieslittlewritings]

hii! would you write a spencer reid x daughter! or sister! reader where she just graduated high school and has a lot of mixed emotions, like, she’s relieved that it’s over but sad that she may not see her friends anymore or as much as she did?

thank you sm 💗

Graduation Blues

Spencer Reid x daughter!reader

Word Count: ~1.2k

Warnings: None :)

A/n: this was my first time writing a request. I hope I did okay and I hope you like it <3

The front door creaked open as you stepped inside. The familiar warmth your home held was comforting against the slight chill you felt from the cold weather outside. From a distance you could hear the sound of your best friend's car as she drove away after dropping off. Though you enjoyed spending an eventful day with your friends, there was also a hint of relief that came with being home.

Your removed graduation cap and gown hung over your arm. You looked down at it and felt that same feeling you had felt on-and-off all day. If there existed a fitting word to describe it, you didn't know what it was. It felt almost like anxiety and confusion, but that wasn't quite it. In racking your brain to try and reach an actual conclusion, you failed to notice Spencer exiting the kitchen and warmly greeting you.

"Hi, sweetheart. Did you have fun?" He pulled the sleeves of his shirt down, his hands slightly damp from washing dishes.

Absent-mindedly you hummed in agreement and started taking off your shoes. Spencer wasn't big on wearing "outside shoes" inside, citing how much bacteria you could unknowingly step into your home.

You missed the analytical look on his face. "You okay?"

Being both a profiler and an attentive parent, he could always tell immediately when something about you seemed even remotely off or wrong. Something as small as sighing in smaller intervals than usual was always noticed by him.

"Do I not seem okay?" you tried your best to make it sound like a joke. As if you were so obviously okay there would be no reason to doubt it.

Spencer smiled a little sadly, "Uh, no, not really." He hesitated for a second. "It took you about two seconds longer than usual to answer me. And even then you didn't actually say anything. I'd expect you to be so excited you wouldn't even bother taking off your shoes or pausing by the door. You haven't really looked at me since you got here." He tilted his head as he observed your body language.

You didn't say anything in return and instead just focused on hanging up your coat, turning your face away from your dad.

With a gentler voice Spencer spoke again. "I made mac and cheese if you're hungry, I wasn't sure if you'd eat while you were out so, I figured it was better to just make it."

Still not a word left your mouth. Luckily for you, Spencer was practically just as good at interpreting silence as speech.

"Okay, why don't I go get us some food? We can eat, and then, only if you want, you can talk to me about whatever is going on. Does that sound good?"

"Yeah," you said softly.

Spencer looked at you for a moment longer and then went to the kitchen to get you two food.

You followed him to the kitchen and got plates and forks for the two of you, setting them by your usual seats around the dining table.

Spencer did most of the talking while you ate. He told you about the plot of his latest read, what he liked about it and the miniscule inaccuracies that didn't sit right with him.

His rambling was a comforting distraction from your thoughts for a while.

Spencer swallowed his last bite of food and took a sip of water. "Can you tell me what's wrong now?"

Silence filled the apartment for a minute while you gathered your thoughts.

"When you graduated high school, did you miss it afterwards?" you asked.

Spencer laughed awkwardly, "No, not at all. I was very glad it was over, but I didn't have the type of high school experience you did. My graduation day was mostly spent trying to convince your grandmother the shadow outside her bedroom window wasn't a human being."

He paused and changed his tone to a softer one before continuing. "But if that's what's bothering you, I think I understand. You've spent years going to that same building, with more or less the same people. The same teachers and classmates. Now that that's ending, it's maybe a little harder to deal with than you thought."

"I was so focused on studying and finally being done with all my exams that I didn't even really think about it until today." Your voice got more choked up as you continued. "Only one of my friends is going to college in the same state I am. We're all going to be busy and every year we'll see each other less and less."

Spencer nodded as he listened to you.

"You've gotten so used to seeing them almost every day and going from that to seeing them a few times a year is a big change," he thought out loud. "Sweetheart, I know how much you care about your friends, how much you've nurtured your relationships with them, and that won't change."

The look of hesitation on your face remained.

"Regardless of where all of you go, or how frequently you hang out, you'll still have all of the memories you've made. The experiences you've had together over the years aren't going anywhere."

"Only about 5% of people remain friends after high school," you said quietly.

"That's still approximately four hundred million people, sweetheart." He reached an arm forward to wipe one of the stray tears rolling down your cheek and then gently tilted your face up. "You know, the odds of you existing are almost four hundred million times less than that. The odds of you and your friends existing at the same time? Even less. A statistic you found on Google doesn't define your personal relationships."

"That doesn't help very much," you whispered honestly.

"Unfortunately, I don't think anything I tell you right now will truly help. I can't promise you that you'll still be as close with your friends in twenty years as you are now, but I can promise you that it'll all work out exactly how it's supposed to." He stood up and walked around the table to where you sat.

"Now, why don't we go make hot chocolate and eat your graduation cake?" He held a hand out for you to take.

"You made me a cake?" you frowned, taking his hand.

"I was going to, Aunt Penelope beat me to it," Spencer sheepishly admitted, pulling you up from your chair.

He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and slowly pulled you into a hug. "I'm sorry I don't always have a very helpful answer or solution to your problems, but please don't ever think just because you grow up you have to stop coming to me when you don't feel well."

"I won't," you mumbled into his chest.

You went to the kitchen with your dad. While he made your hot chocolate, you started to tell him about the happy aspects of your day. As you thought about your day—hearing your friends and family cheer when you accepted your diploma on stage, laughing with your friends while you all reflected on the last few years, the new inside jokes that transpired—a warmth spread in your chest. Whatever happened in the future, you'd keep all your memories safely tucked away in your heart, and think of them fondly.

[princesachicana]

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 pt.2

a/n: it's finally here!! how long has it been?! first things first i want to say thank you to everyone who's been rooting for this fic!! I honestly hit a huge writers block and had no motivation to write!! but all the sweet messages from people saying they enjoyed my work has made me so happy!!! SO ONCE AGAIN THANK U AND I HOPE U ENJOY!! I tried my EXTRA HARDEST SO I HOPE THIS GIVES U THE CLOSURE YALL WANTED I LOVE YOU SM! ALSO THIS IS NOT PROOF READ SO PLEASE EXCUSE ANY MISTAKES!! I JUST WANTED TO FINALLY POST FOR U GUYS!!

It took a lot out of you not to stay in bed the next morning. The softness of your bed wrapped around your body gives you some sort of comfort. But of course, staying in bed would only make you feel worse. At least if you got up it would be easier to fake happiness. To no surprise, your phone was flooded with missed calls and texts from both Steven and Belly. Of course, you only responded to belly telling her that you'll explain your reasoning for ditching your "date" with Steven later.

Why did Steven even bother leaving you so many texts last night? If you were such a bother to him? Annoying. That's what he thinks you are. And what if you never heard those disgusting things he said about you? and went on the date with him? Would he just continue to lead you on?

Steven: waiting for you by the pool.

Steven: ur late

Steven: u look pretty even though i can't even see you. pls im starving

Steven: is belly holding you hostage?

Steven: it's been 18 minutes cmon.

Steven: the guys are going to laugh at me for being stood up I'm getting nervous.

Steven: did something happen are you okay?

Steven: belly is worried as well lmk.

You laughed at the messages blinking back angry tears that threatened to fall. Gosh! he was so fake. You could only imagine how relieved he must have been to not hang out with you.

Belly: have funnnn

Belly: no funny business!!

Belly: wait where did you go?!

Belly: Steven keeps pacing back and forth waiting for u

Belly: what’s going on?

Belly: just let us know ur okay

Belly: y/n ??!?!??

Y/n: hey, something came up last night sorry I had you worried. can u come over?

Belly arrived 20 minutes later. You spent the time together watching reruns of your favorite Disney show. “Do you want to talk about it?” Belly asked after a while, noticing something was bothering you.

“I overheard the guys talking about me last night.” You fiddled with the throw blanket that was on your lap. “At first it was just them teasing Steven about our date or whatever.” You took a deep breath upset that you felt like crying. “But Steven only agreed to hang out with me…” You paused blinking back tears. Belly moved closer immediately pulling you into a hug. “He only agreed to hang out with me…so I could stop annoying him! I honestly don’t know what I did wrong?” You pulled away from belly’s arms wiping your tears that had fallen.

“Maybe I was too forward? but I just wanted to see if he felt the same way…it was dumb.” You shrugged. Belly shook her head “Nope my brother is a fucking idiot!” she stood up taking your hand in hers and pulling you up. “I won’t let you mope around all day because of him!” You sighed “I don’t even have a choice do I?” Belly laughed shaking her head. “What do you say we go to the boardwalk? Taylor’s coming in today too” she smirked.

“And maybe someone would be happy to see you I don’t know” she whispered with a grin. “What are you talking about?” You questioned. “Well you know Xavier..the one that works the lemonade stand?” You nodded your head yes. “Well, he totally has the hots for you.” You cringed at her word choice. “He does not!” You laughed. “Oh, he does! you were too busy ogling my brother last summer you didn’t notice him ogling you.” she poked your side teasingly.

“Now let’s go!”

~

“Stay still before I poke your eye out” Taylor groans finishing up your eyeliner. You were now at the Fisher’s beach house getting ready to go down to the boardwalk. You laugh pulling away “I think that’s enough…if you make my eyeliner any thicker I’d cry!” Taylor playfully pushes your head away. “Sorryyyyy i want to make Xavier fall to his knees when he sees you!” You frown when she brings that name up. Sure, Xavier was a nice guy…and he was cute…but he wasn’t Steven.

You’d always imagined Steven being your first everything. First kiss, first date, first time. It was something you’d dreamt of all this time.

“Yeah…im going to get a snack before we head out do y’all want anything?” You ask heading towards the door. Both girls gave you a sympathetic smile shaking their heads no.

As you reached the kitchen you stopped in your tracks. Steven turned from looking into the fridge. You made eye contact for about 5 seconds before you beelined for the cabinets. “Hey,” Steven broke the silence as you pulled out a granola bar. You felt the warmth of his stare and turned finding him now leaning against the counter. “Hey…” you whispered looking anywhere but his face. “So you gonna tell me what happened last night?” Steven crossed his arms around his chest.

“Just didn’t feel up for it anymore ..” You shrugged nonchalantly. “That’s it?” Steven scoffed. “Yeah…that’s it” you whispered about to walk away. “What’s going on? I’m like so confused right now.” Steven gently gripped your arm. “Nothing just forget it…it’s not like you wanted to go anyways.” you rolled your eyes. “And what makes you think that?” He muttered eyes scouring your face for the truth. “Um, I don’t know let’s see …you quite literally ignored me this entire week!” You responded sarcastically.

“I didn’t mean to. I had a lot of shit on my mind alright?” Steven uttered softly. It almost felt genuine. The words he spoke just last night almost became liquid. “Yeah like what?” You whispered eventually looking into his eyes. “You can tell me..” You spoke gently stepping into him closer. No matter how much he’s hurt you. Steven would always make you melt. “Nothing let’s just forget about it…he pulled away opening up the fridge once again.”

It was like a switch was flipped. How he went right back to that cold shoulder he had been giving you all week. “You're a fucking asshole” You spewed, already ready to walk out of the kitchen. “Where are you going?” He abruptly spoke again. “The boardwalk…you know? so I won’t annoy you here.” With that, you left a confused and remorseful Steven behind.

~

“Hey, look y/n why don’t you go get a lemonade?” Belly suggested with an eyebrow raise. Shit. you were hoping they forgot about that. “Guys I don’t feel up for this..” You pouted looking between both Taylor and Belly. “Noooo go talk to him! you look hot as fuck.” Taylor gently grabbed your face giving you a mini pep talk.

“What if Xavier wants to hang out..I cant just ditch you guys?!?” You were stalling and they knew it. “We’ll be here waiting for you” Belly smiled. “Just try to have fun alright? But hey if you don’t really want to do it …we’ll back off” She narrowed her eyes at Taylor. “No…I’ll go” You laughed giving both of them a hug “Thank you guys.i really appreciate this.” You’d definitely still be moping around in your room about Steven if it wasn’t for Belly and Taylor. They both wished you luck as you headed straight for the lemonade stand.

As soon as he spotted you. The biggest smile spread across his face. “y/n? damn, it’s been so long” Xavier greeted you with a hug. “It’s only been a year!” You playfully ruffled his curly hair that sat atop his head. “That’s way too long…I enjoy seeing pretty girls year-round.” He spoke smoothly, he definitely knew how to talk to girls. “Shut up” You laughed pushing him away with not that much force.

“I have an hour lunch break…you up for arcade games?”

~

“So…you seeing anyone?” Xavier asked as he ate a scoop of his mint chocolate chip ice cream. You thought about it for a moment. Technically no you weren’t seeing anyone. But you knew you were still hung up on Steven. A day at the boardwalk with Xavier wouldn’t change that. “It’s complicated…I guess” Xavier sighed “I've been there…it’s rough” You nodded you were curious as to what he meant but you didn’t want to be nosey.

“Hey, look they have street fighter..” Xavier smirked. “Want to go a couple of rounds?” You nodded immediately pulling him towards the game. “Mhhm loser buys the winner a funnel cake!” You suggested with a chuckle. “Ouuu im so down y/n” Xavier squeezed your hand that held his quickly striding towards the arcade game.

Just two more steps, Just two more steps and you’d be fine. The rowdy yelling completely threw you off. You stopped in place looking behind you where the voices were coming from. You had no time to move out of the way, no time to prevent this from happening.No time to stop the trio of boys that you knew all too well. Suddenly a body collided with Xavier, the force immediately making your intertwined hands lose. “Dude, what the fuck?” Xavier groaned. It was then that you snapped back into reality. Eyes wide when you noticed Xavier’s ice cream now all over his shirt.

“What’s up? how are we doing?” That voice full of humor made you scoff. Steven stood tall a smile on his face. You hated that it kind of made your heart flutter. “Steven, what is your problem?” You gestured towards Xavier’s now ice cream stained shirt. “He’ll be fine y/n it’ll wash out.” Steven laughed, but once he noticed you didn’t find this funny at all he frowned. “I’m sorry man, I just came over to say what’s up..” You ignored Steven’s apology not believing he meant it. “Hey want me to help you get cleaned up?” You asked Xavier voice full of concern.

“No.I got it…I’ll see y’all later.” Xavier spoke nonchalantly as he walked away. When he was out of eyesight you brushed past steven heading out the door.

“Y/n” Steven immediately followed behind you. His long legs make it easier for him to catch up with you. “You embarrassed me” You stopped outside the arcade, letting him pull you to the side. “Embarrassed? sorry to interrupt your little date” Steven scoffed. “It's not a date we were just hanging out, why do you care?” You groaned running your hands down your face. “Maybe because just yesterday you were supposed to hang out with me?” Steven spoke definitively.

“Oh my god, just earlier you agreed to forget about it,” you said with an eye roll. “It was dumb, stop acting like you care just go home Steven I did you a favor.” He shook his head “What are you talking about right now?” Steven pulled you in closer, one of his hands placed on your waist. The other coming to the side of your face, willing you to look at him.

“I heard you.i heard everything,” you spoke up voice hoarse. Steven’s heart carried pain at the tears that stood brimming in your eyes. The realization was clear when he made the connection. “And you know..who cares what Jeremiah and Conrad think! what hurt the most was you.” You shrieked. You hated that you were crying in front of him. You hated that when he hauled you against his chest you felt secure.

“I'm sorry baby... I'm sorry” Steven sounded voice vulnerable. Leaving kisses atop your head. “Why would you say that?” you sobbed breaking down in front of the boy who caused it. “I didn't mean any of it” Steven brought your face between his hands once again. “But you said it..it still fucking hurts Steven.”

You wiped your face getting prepared to pull away and walk back home.

“Wait, please let me talk to you.” Steven begged. “okay” you replied being prepared to cry all over again. “My head has been all fucked up..and that isn't an excuse I know” Steven looked down as if he couldn't construct the next words. “Please don't shut me out.” you pleaded gently. “I want you...i have all this time.” Steve confessed for the first time.

“—And I didn't want to fuck anything up we've..been so close all our lives if I ever messed that up I would never forgive myself.” It's as if you were dreaming, the boy you loved stood in front of you disclosing his feelings for you. “And what? this whole week of you acting cold towards me, were you trying to avoid your feelings?” Steven bobbed his head “Yes, if I lied to myself it would make lying to everyone else easier because the fucking truth is I want you so bad” You didn't tell him but at that moment you forgave him.

“And you called me the annoying one?” You giggled pushing on his chest gently. “Right now we could have been making out on the beach….but noo you had to be a brooding boy” Steven tickled your side, causing you to squirm in his arms. “Yeah, my fault can I kiss you now? been practically wanting to my whole life.” Steven threw his head back fake pouting setting one hand over his chest. You figured you'd throw his words right back at him. “You're so desperately desperate”

Steven smirked “Yeah for you? I am” Those words welcomed a whole lot of beautiful feelings. At that moment is when Steven bent down bringing his lips down onto your own. As your lips moved together, butterflies erupted in your belly. You smiled against his lips when you both needed a breath. “Hey, by the way, your not off the hook.. I'm still sort of pissed at you.” You declared pointing a finger into his chest.

“Yeah, I figured” He laughed wrapping his arms even tighter around you. “How about I make it up to you this whole week? I'm taking you out on dates…ill even get on my knees if I have to. I'm going to follow you around like a puppy.” Steven rambled on. You laughed out loud covering your mouth with your hands. “Oh, it's funny?” Steven raised an eyebrow suggestively. “Yeah, you're such a loser.” You joked.

Before Steven could respond you tugged him into another kiss. Perhaps everything wasn't one hundred percent fixed. But you and Steven were finally here together. You and Steven were finally in each other's arms that's all that mattered. You’d figure out the rest together.

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[xhanelia]

I’ve discovered your blog and it’s single handedly feeding my current valorant obsession, I love your writing so much. With that said, could I please request a some fluffy confession scenes with Sova or possibly Chamber? Thank you so much!

I will abandon this page istg i hate tumblr but this is a request i can write in one go so here i am at 00:43. Lets see when i'll finish it. (Im done and its 03:00)

<<<The reader is another agent in the protocol in this fic. Sova part is GN and Chamber part is female reader. >>>

Hope you like it! And thank you sm!!

Confession headcannons with Sova and Chamber

He is the hollywood star of hiding emotions and pressing them in so no one can tell what he really feels or who is the person he has eyes on. Exept himself ofcourse.

He is not some kind of "i'll built up my emotions inside so i wont hurt anyone" kind of person. He knows he shouldnt hide them too long or it can cause damage. He talks about his problems to Brim like everybody does. But not love, ofcourse.

He thinks that he shouldnt feel like this to a coworker. Not that there isnt any couples in the HQ. There is Raze and KJ and he knows that Brim allows it.

He is probably scared of you rejecting him. If so, there will be a moody aura between whenever you two need to team up for a mission. He cannot allow that. That will effect both of your morals and the performance.

But every second he is not speaking about his feelings is like a torture to him. Like all of his energy is drawn out of him when he returns from a mission or just from trainings.

Spending his day at his room, not practising archery, not having conversations much often, sitting in the plane and looking out of the window while going to a mission rather than giving courage to people is not like him. Something is bothering him. Clearly.

You went to sit next to him. He immediately turned his head to you. "Did something happened?" He asked.

"I should be the one asking you that." You said. He stared at you for a good 15 seconds.

"Lets have this conversation after the mission." He suggested with the pressure of his own feelings. It was getting too much for him to handle. You did not pressed on it. The mission was a short one after all. Everyone did good and went back to the HQ with the same plane.

He immediately regret his choice of words when you stood infront of him when he tried to get out of the plane. He was planning to found an excuse but he didnt had the time to think about that.

"Umm..." he said trying to get some time to think. You lift a brow, implying that you both know why you are in his way.

"Lets talk about it when no one is around, shall we?" He said while bending over you a little.

"There is no one around, Sasha. You took unexpectedly long to leave the plane." You said. You were not letting him escape again.

He sighed. Looking around, really no one was left at the landing field. He grabbed your arm and getting you two both out of the plane. The sky was open and orange with the sunset of the beautiful winter.

He held both of your hands. You could feel the shake of them. It was ironic that the sniper of the protocol's hands was shaking that easily before you.

"You dont have to say anything, its better if we pretend that i said nothing, but..." you tilted your head and frown at the words. "I am in love with you." He says.

He is too scared to look you in the eyes or hear the words that will come out of your mouth so he continues to speak.

"I was too scared that our friendship will never be the same after my confession so i kept this feelings inside but they didnt stop growing. I felt like i was drowning and couldnt hide it anymore. I am sorry if i ruined our friendship and-"

He stopped after hearing your laugh. Did he said something stupid? Was this so childish for him to do? Why were you laughing?

"You were hiding this from me? For how long?" You said. He got confused. "Uhh... for... over 4 or 5 months?" He said, unsure about when he got this crush over you.

"You should have told me from the start silly. I like you too!" As you said, his eyes lit up with the happiness. Holding your hands tighter, he asked. "Really? Are you real? You are not saying that because you dont want me to feel bad, do you?"

With your head shake as a no, he hugs you while both of you laugh with joy. And there goes your first kiss with him. Under the orange sky with the blow of an air like a celebration of the nature for both of you.

Mhm. We all know this man aint hiding nothing. He shall show you and everyone that he has eyes on you so that nobody can steal you from him untill he officialy takes you out.

Yea i feel like he would take you out to an extra expensive restaurant to confess, even the offer itself looks like the confession already.

"Chamber, you really dont have to." You say while hanging the vandal back to its place. Training was over and the french man knew your schedule from head to toe. It was impossible for him to miss any of your free times.

"Please, the rendes-vous was made from weeks ago. Plus, if it isnt going to be you then who is it?" He says while giving you the card of the restaurant. On the card, it was written the place of the restaurant (i will die from this stuffy nose istg i cannot write) with the date and time of the rendes-vous with his fancy handwriting.

You gave a smile to him. Not often you got this kind of... um... take outs? (I forgor the word in english) He was generous to offer you this. Altough it was clear why he did this.

You contact Brim to clear that day but he said that Chamber did it for you. Then you discover that nearly everyone knows about the "take out" that you guys will have.

"O. M. G. You know that he will confess you that night, right?" Jett said while cutting cucumbers to put on her eyes but Phoenix eats them trying not to get caught. The girls night is getting little heavy on you. (Pho is one of the girls idc.)

"Yea, yea, i know. Who doesnt." You said while rolling your eyes. Trying to not pop the conversation much.

"I mean, i didnt got a confession in a fancy restaurant." KJ said while looking at Raze. Who has no idea whats going on.

"Well, im okay if he wants to do it this way but im not sure if i'll fit in that kind of atmosphere. Everyone and everything is so expensive. You know." You said while shaking your shoulders.

"Are you kidding me? That french has his eyes on you. You think he will matter if you fit in or not?" Neon lifts the cucumbers from her eyes and looks at you from the couch. You lift your hands sideways as to tell you dont know.

"We will make you fit." Phoenix says with excitement. "What is the date?" He asks while everyone awaits the answer from you.

Eventually, the date comes. Everyone you gave the date is more excited than you. Preparing your dress, makeup and everything like its a doll dressing game.

When it comes to Chamber, he was ready more than ever. It was like classic Chamber yet so different. He had his 'special occasion suit' on him and a smug smile on his face. He offers you his arm and you take it.

(You go to the restaurant but its getting too late and i need some sleep so imma skip that part.)

"So..." he says while you both sit face to face, eating dinner. He had studied this for over how many times and yet he is still nervous. You turned your look at him and raise a brow.

"We both know why we are here, Vincent. I like you too. You dont have to give me a whole speech." You said. Drinking some of the wine to cover your face and overexcitement.

He laughs at your boldness. "Its open like a book, isnt it?" He looks straight into your eyes. You feel like they could pierce through you. "Thats my girl. Bold and smart as always" He says. "You dont need a brain to see that you have eyes on me." It was your time to laugh.

He looks at you with that stupid smirk on his face. Like he truly fell in love of you. "I love you." He says. Giving up on the talk he had prepared. He felt like it was the only thing he needed to say.

Even if that three words was the only thing he said, they made your heartbeat race up immediately. With a giggle, you hold his hand that is on the table. "I love you." You said. The only thing he said and the only thing he needed to hear from you was the same nontheless.

[sombrashe]

hi luv, first of all I hope you’re having wonderful holidays. also I know how things get during this time of the year, but if you have time could you write more content about dealer!troy? you are so talented and i love your work

content ཀ chubby! afab! reader, dealer!troy x smoker!reader, jealous reader, troy gets flirted with 😒, backshots, pussy and clit is used for reader, knee riding, reader squirts

note ཀ thank you! im visiting my mom for the holidays so im having an absolute blast!! agh thank you sm youre too kind (,,>ヮ<,,)! im so happy you like my work ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ,<)~✩‧₊ i love writing for troy sm and im always happy knowing people love him as much as me

The party is loud, sounds and smells wafting through the house and assaulting your senses. Chewing on the end of your straw you glance around the living room. Nothing of importance takes your notice. Some girls standing in the corner talking amongst themselves, another group smoking and laughing way too loudly, a few people scattered around doing absolutely nothing, Troy with two girls smiling at something he said-. Sitting up, you zero in on the scene to your right. Now Troy dealt with a lot of people. Something that never bothered you, but something about these two made your blood boil. They were giggling the entire fucking time. Soft brushes of fingertips against biceps. Unblinking, you watch as they disappear into the side room. Finally getting your ass into gear you follow behind them. Entering the room, your face sours immediately.

"Wow, a gram for a hundred fifty? That's like sooo cheap."

Pulling the straw out of your mouth you feign surprise garnering everyone's attention.

"Oh my, I'm sorry, babe. I didn't realize you were in the middle of a transaction."

He blinks over at you as the main bitch gives you a dirty look. Smiling at her, you start to chew on your straw again. Naturally, Troy goes back to the deal, trying to talk it out with them, trying to get it over with. That blonde chick on the other hand decides to start giving attitude.

"Hey, can you make them leave? Isn't this supposed to be, like, confidential?"

"Why would I do that? They live here."

He shakes his head and goes back to counting the money handed to him. The other one groans and goes back to the deal, at least she has some sense. The main one on the other hand seems hell-bent on getting on your nerves. With a steady hand, she reaches out and gently cups Troy's forearm. Giving him a wide smile she thanks him deeply for the great deal. Frowning you watch with narrowed eyes, you're going to kill her. You watch with concealed glee as he simply brushes off her grip. Finishing up by handing her a small baggie, he simply gestures towards the door. The girls huff and this bitch actually tries to continue her flirting. He stares blankly and raises an eyebrow, something strong brewing in those gorgeous baby blues. You watch with pride as his stoic nature finally does something good for your relationship. Noticing her words are dying to tune out words, the evil bitch and her goon finally turn and exit. Not before slamming their shoulders into you and forcing you to stumble back. Shifting your shoulder blades you nibble on your straw before clicking the door closed.

"Hey." Something simple, something calm to grab his attention.

"What?" His voice is snappy, annoyance already brewing on his tongue. You sigh and blink up at him. Frowning you stick the destroyed end of the straw against his chest.

"Those whores were flirting with you and you just let them. If you're tired of me just say that."

"You're so fucking dramatic. I don't have time for this shit. Did you want a refill or are you just here to give me a hard time?"

"I am not dramatic! This is a legitimate concern, Troy. She was touching you. Imagine if you saw my thigh getting all grabbed up by some dude on the couch tonight."

His body tightens at your words and you can see you've made some impact. With a tight jaw, he shakes his head and grips the edge of the large oak table in the middle of the room. Obviously, not a positive impact. Rolling your eyes you begin chewing on your poor straw again. Something about the plastic trapped between your teeth helps calm the rage building inside of you. You know those girls won't give up until the party is long over. Turning you mean to leave the rotten aura filling the room, maybe make your way over to that blonde bitch and give her a little tap. Something quick and painful enough to get her out of your house. With a strong grip, you're stopped in your tracks. Your chewing stops alongside your feet and you twist your neck to look behind you.

"You're not going out there to fight. Don't, I know that look."

Pouting, you look down at your feet in annoyance. Moving your shoulder you mean to shake him off. Sulk your way out of the room and make it a scene later on that night. His grip only tightens and he even has the audacity to grip you up. Pulling you towards his chest you don't even bother trying to look at him.

"What are you doing?"

"Waiting for an apology."

"For what, Troy?"

"Still using my name? You're not going out there until you calm down."

"I am calm. Let me go."

His grip loosens but only enough to move you as he wants. Your thighs are pressed against the smooth wood as he presses against your back. Wiggling, you attempt to remove yourself from him. Annoyance at your predicament rolls off you in waves. His grip finally leaves your forearm and instead places itself against your hips. Both hands hold you in place and you push against the table.

"Troy."

"Wrong."

A simple hand between your shoulder blades and you're facedown against finished wood. Stomping a foot, your arms are pinned behind your back to thwart any more defiance. With his free hand, he easily shoves your jeans down your thighs. Using his knee, he forces your knees to part for him. Fabric scratches your soft skin as your exposed labia is roughly played with. Huffing, you try your hardest to open yourself up. Allow his knee access to your aching clit. After some desperate rutting, his knee makes contact with your clit. Denim feels heavenly as you back yourself against him. It catches onto your clit in the absolute best ways and your soft ohs turn into low whines.

"Troy, your jeans. There's gonna be a wet spot."

"Yeah, let people ask. The fuck do I look like caring?"

His hand leaves your wrists to yank your head back against his chest. Gasping, your skin jumps at the pain in your scalp. Rearing forward your elbow slams into his side on instinct. Oof.

"Pants off. No, all the way. Yeah, now your leg. Uh-huh. Up here. Perfect, baby."

He hoists your leg up and onto the table. A stretch forms in your muscles. Huffing your breath bounces back onto your skin and an uncomfortable heat starts presenting itself. You're presented to him in your entirety. Your pussy pulses in tandem with the sounds coming from his preoccupied hands. The jingle of his belt buckle, the sharp click of his zipper, the rustling of fabric as he freed his cock. You bite your lip in preparation. Something about the waiting always has you clenching. You can feel the tip of his cock push ever so slightly into your warmth. Wetting your bottom lip, you relax as he pushes inch by inch into you. The second he enters you, his balls resting against your thigh, all resolve breaks. Pulling out, he grinds his hips against your plush ass. Slamming his cock into you, he fucks hard and fast. Something to keep you on your toes, and your head swims at the rapid pace. Keeping one hand firmly against the edge of the desk, your other slips uncomfortably against the front of the desk and deft fingers pluck at your clit. Practically clawing at yourself, pleasure fills your limbs like smoke in your lungs. You lose yourself in his noises. The soft whines, the hard panting, how he mumbles your name. God, the way he can't shut up. Clenching down, you can feel your leg start to slip.

"Baby? My leg. I, I can't."

With unwavering silence, he simply rests a hand on the back of your knee. Keeping you positioned, he shifts his angle. Drool makes its way to your cheek, something that would be embarrassing if it didn't mean you weren't getting the smoke knocked out of your lungs. This new angle has your clit pushing against one of the ornate handles. Your hand abandoned to grab at the edge. Despite how uncomfortable the handle was, digging into you with abandon, it gives you consistent relief. The little noises and pleads punched out of you were garbled. Smushed cheeks and fluttering eyes were all that you offered at the moment. The ability to do anything being fucked right out of you. The amount of baby's and please's that exited your lips only fuels his immense ego. Clamping down, you arch back. Your dripping pussy smears against his abdomen. The warmth of his cum pushes you over the edge. Your orgasm is warm and inviting as you squirt, soaking his briefs clear. A few moments pass, the sound of the party loud in the silence. Once you start shifting he pulls away and allows you space to get dressed. Cracking your back, you throw your clothes on and with your phone's camera attempt to fix your smudged makeup and destroyed hair. After minutes of attempting you decide to say fuck it and risk walking to the bathroom looking like you just got railed. Turning to fix up Troy, you find him already fixed and ready to go. His hair falls effortlessly you want to wring his neck. The natural flush of his skin has you already gearing for round two. Taking a quick assessment you realize there's no way you can hide what happened. You're frazzled and his jeans are soaked through, there's no way. He gestures towards the door and you immediately frown, your eyes showing nothing but disgust at the insinuation.

"Sorry."

He places his hand against your shoulder blades. Gently guiding you towards the door he opens it with a click.

"What the fuck do you want?"

Your voice is calm, venom drips off your tongue but your voice is calm. The girl from before is standing in front of you, in the middle of knocking, like it's a goddamn movie. She's alone, her lackey missing. She doesn't even respond, just stares at you two while her mouth catches flies. What does she think this is?

"So, like, are you gonna move or what?"

That breaks her out of it and she backs away. She mumbles some nasty shit under her breath as she pushes past people too high to care. Breaking away from Troy with an obscene kiss, you make your way to the bathroom for a much-needed pee.