#thank goodness for the excuse of working out indoors

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Dire Crowley - Raven Jacket Vignette

"A dramatic encounter"

[Lecture Hall]

Crowley: Good morning. It is beautiful out, what an absolutely splendid start to such a lovely day.

Crowley: Incidentally… Have you noticed any changes in the apple tree growing in the courtyard?

Crowley: Yes, that's right. I'm speaking of the smallest, most recent planted tree within the courtyard.

Crowley: It feels as though it was only yesterday that it first started sprouting, and yet… It truly is growing at an astonishing rate.

Crowley: Whenever I chance a glance at that ever-striving tree growing each and every day under rain, shine or clouds, I also feel a twinge of self-reflection to be better.

Crowley: As if telling me that in both happy times and sad, one cannot forget to continue to strive for growth.

Crowley: And also… At the same time, I feel as though that tree represents all you students enrolled here at Night Raven College.

Crowley: That is, with respect to the point that with a good environment and proper nourishment, you all are able to grow and mature so wonderfully.

Crowley: …Well? Wouldn't you say that was an inspiring speech!?

Leona: Zzz.

Crowley: EXCUSE ME. I JUST HEARD A VERY LARGE SNORE THERE, WHO WAS THAT!?

Azul: It was magnificent! I was utterly enthralled by your wonderfully deep analogy. As one should expect from someone like you, Crowley-sensei!

Riddle: Really? I could have done with a little more tangible explanation, myself.

Riddle: What especially caught my attention was what you said about having "proper nourishment." Headmage, sir! What would that constitute?

Idia: Forget that, was this student assembly even a need? It's not even lol-worthy to think about how much time we've wasted having to listen to the Headmage's self-indulgent monologues on loop.

Vil: I concur. If all you wish to do is chit-chat, could you not gather the entire student body? I would rather use my mornings for my stretching exercises.

Octavinelle Student: Yeah, it's always some kind of useless speech.

Heartslabyul Student: I wanna go back to my dorm～

[clamoring]

Crowley: EVERYONE PLEASE QUIET DOWN!

Crowley: Anyway! What I was trying to say is…

Crowley: I would like everyone here to carry yourself with pride as befitting a student of Night Raven College.

Kalim: Oh! I was totally lost with what you were saying earlier, I see, so that's what you meant!

Kalim: I totally get it. I'll work hard just like an orange tree does!

Crowley: AN APPLE TREE!

[door opens]

Crowley: Hm? Who could possibly be showing up this late to… Ah.

Malleus: …

Crowley: D-DRACONIA-KUN!

Crowley: Right, did anyone tell him that there was to be a campus-wide student assembly…?

Everyone: Not at all.

Malleus: Was I not extended an invitation once again?

Malleus: You have the gall... To leave me outcast…

[lightning strikes down]

Crowley: W-Wait, Draconia-kun! Do not cast your lightning indoors!

Leona: Yaaaawn… Done blabbering, then? 'Kay, meeting over. Everyone back to their dorms.

[everyone nods]

Crowley: Aah, everyone, wait! If you're leaving, please take Draconia-kun with you!

[Cafeteria]

Crowley: For goodness’ sake. This morning could have gone much better.

Crowley: However, no matter what tribulations I may come across… Once it is time for lunch, I immediately feel much better!

Crowley: And that's all thanks to the delicious fare our school provides. What is the recommended meal of the day?

Ghost Chef: Welcome, Headmage. Today's recommendation is an exceptionally filling meat pie filled with large chunks of beef!

Crowley: Sounds fantastic. Please, I would have that, then.

Crowley: Oh, hello, Crewel-sensei and Vargas-sensei. I see Trein-sensei is with you too!

Crowley: Are you all taking lunch together? May I join you?

Vargas: Absolutely, yes, come and sit with us! I bet it'd be more than a hassle to find another seat when it's this crowded, anyway.

Crewel: I also was unable to find other seating, so here I am, reluctantly keeping company with a scold.

Trein: I do believe if you wish to avoid a lecture you would do well to not do anything warranting one.

Trein: …Oh. I see that you've ordered the beef pie, Headmage.

Crowley: That's correct. I am an avid connoisseur of meat, yes.

Crowley: Of course I'll eat it all, including beef, pork, chicken, and even wild game.

Trein: Wild game?

Crowley: Indeed, gibier, it's called. Have you ever tried it?

Vargas: Oh yeah, gibier! Last time I had some was when I ate some venison, and it sure did taste so delicious that I was overflowing with energy～

Crowley: You have a distinguished palate, Vargas-sensei. How wonderful.

Crowley: There are a multitude of other gibier meat to try, you know. I do hope you all have a chance to…

Sam: ＩＮ ＳＴＯＣＫ ＮＯＷ!

Everyone: AHH!!

Crowley: S-Sam-kun… I implore you to not pop in from behind us like that!

Sam: Nyeheehee. You all looked like you were lost in such enjoyable conversation, I just couldn't help myself.

Crewel: This is a rare sight, Sam. You're usually tending to the Mystery Shop around this time, aren't you?

Sam: The cafeteria ghosts had asked for a delivery of some ingredients, is all.

Sam: Headmage, if you're interested in some gibier that's a little more difficult to get your hands on, you know I got you.

Sam: Whatever kind of food you may want, I can procure it for you.

Crowley: You're fantastic, Sam-kun. How wonderfully supportive. However…

Crowley: In all actuality, I also have a fondness for vegetables, fruits and sweets in addition to meat. I love anything that is not spicy!

Crewel: I am fully aware. For as long as I remember, your omnivorous habits have made for quite the reputation.

Crowley: Omniv… Could you possibly say that in a more appropriate manner!?

Sam: …Hm? I just noticed that everyone's ordered very different dishes. Really goes to show each of your preferences.

Vargas: Since I always have my muscles on my mind, I make it so my lunches are egg dishes packed full of protein!

Crewel: I do like meat pies myself, so I did consider it… But that size is far too much for me.

Crewel: It may be perfect for those growing students, but it is most likely in excess of the recommended nutritional intake for us adults.

Trein: Indeed. I also selected something else when I saw it with my own eyes.

Trein: If I ate such a thing for lunch, I would still feel it weighing me down during afternoon classes.

Crowley: Is that so? Such a shame. It's so delicious～

Vargas: Nice, that's a great appetite you got. I'll have to work hard to keep up!

Trein: Look at him, devouring that hearty and greasy meat pie so easily… He truly is young at heart…

Crewel: You're not wrong, he hasn't changed one bit from my student days.

Trein: For that matter, I don't believe he's changed since I started my tenure here at Night Raven College…

Crewel: Headmage… How old is he truly? I'm curious, and yet I'm not sure I want to know…

Sam: Nyeheehee. He's truly a man of mystery. It piques one's curiosity.

Crowley: Ah, so delicious. Past me deserves such gracious thanks for hiring these Five-Star restaurant chefs.

Crowley: And what a dramatic encounter it was meeting those chef ghosts.

Crowley: That was… Oh, hm. How many decades ago, now?

[Main Street]

Crowley: Now, what shall I do this afternoon? The other professors are busy with classes, so mayhaps I'll go while away the time at Sam-kun's shop…

???: We ain't gotta sweat the small stuff, c'mon.

Crowley: Hm? This voice…

Grim: No one'll notice if we skip one or two classes. We should totally just snag a few z's instead, myahaha!

1. Let's hurry and head back towards the classroom. 2. Maybe you're right and no one will catch us…

Crowley: That certainly was Grim-kun's voice, I see…

Crowley: Even if it is just those two, how could there be anyone with the audacity to cut class at my academy! I absolutely cannot believe it!

Savanaclaw Student: Hey, we'll be using that bench to relax on while we ditch class. Get off.

Grim: Huuh!? I'm the one who found this sunny spot first!

Crowley: WHA― THERE ARE OTHERS CUTTING CLASS AS WELL!?

Crowley: Not only are there multiple students missing class, it seems a fight is about to break out, as well… What is with this break in decorum at this school?

Crowley: EXCUSE ME, YOU LOT! YOU SHOULD ALL BE IN CLASS RIGHT NOW!

Grim: Urgh. Someone annoying's found us.

Crowley: [Yuu]-kun, it is most troublesome if you cannot look after Grim-kun properly.

1. I'm sorry.

Crowley: How refreshing… It's so moving to have someone apologize so forthright immediately after breaking a rule…

2. Grim just doesn't listen to me.

Crowley: Y-You're just running yourself ragged, I see… Poor thing to have to deal with Grim-kun like this.

Crowley: All of you return to class this instant. It should be an honor that you have the privilege of attending classes here.

Crowley: Magic is not something so simple that can be controlled on talent alone.

Crowley: Of course, natural talent may be important, but what truly matters is maturing your abilities through daily growth and experiences.

Crowley: You all do remember my very loving speech from this morning, yes?

Grim: It was all about somethin' boring, so I wasn't listening.

Ignihyde Student: Yeah. Same.

Crowley: EXCUSE ME!? [Yuu]-kun, please tell me you had your listening ears on this morning?

1. Of course I remember.

Crowley: Whew... At least you're a good student.

2. Something about grape trees, right?

Crowley: APPLE TREES!

Ignihyde Student: Man, you're so annoying… You keep yammering on, but there's really no reason to listen to you, is there?

Diasomnia Student: Seriously. It’s not like I've ever seen the Headmage do any kind of crazy strong magic or anything, and even the Housewardens were ignoring him at the student assembly…

Savanaclaw Student: He ain't scary at all. Just ignore him!

Crowley: …What pitiful children.

Crowley: Well, I suppose I have no choice. I'll just have to show you exactly how important incremental advancement in your studies can be.

Crowley: …FOR MY KINDNESS KNOWS NO BOUNDS!

Students: HRRGHH!

Grim: Oh hey, that stuff wrapped around those guys is the Headmage's uh… weird rope thing!

Crowley: This is not rope. This is my lash of love! A slightly stronger version than before.

Savanaclaw Student: OW, OW! I'M GETTING SQUEEZED～!

Diasomnia Student: This kinda magic should be no problem to break out… Hurng, I can't!? Wh-Why? Our magic's not even making a scratch on it!

Crowley: That should be expected. You do realize I am the Headmage here, yes? This level of magic comes as easily to me as breathing does.

Crowley: It's one thing when those who comprehend my power, like the Housewardens, speak in jest…

Crowley: But it would be completely disgraceful of me as an instructor to be belittled by students like you who have no knowledge of the difference in our abilities.

Crowley: You should try to comprehend how unripe your magical abilities still are.

Grim: Yeah, yeah, get 'em, Crowley! Show 'em what little they know!

1. I wouldn't get too carried away… 2. Wouldn't it be better to run before…?

Crowley: And a lash of love for you! My more heedful version!

Grim: GRRAAH～!

1. Astounding, no matter how many times I see it! 2. Your lightning quick flick made quick work of him!

Crowley: Heh, you don't have to go that far in praising… Hold on now, Grim-kun! No matter how much you thrash about, nothing will come of it. Calm yourself.

Crowley: After all, I have such high expectations for you, Grim-kun. That includes you too, [Yuu]-kun.

Crowley: I fully believe that the two of you will be integral to changing the future of this academy.

Crowley: I'm sure you two will be all I hope for and more, don't you?

Grim: Yeah, yeah, I gotchu. Just leave it all to the genius Grim-sama.

Grim: …SO LET ME GO ALREADY～!

Crowley: Well then. I suppose I'll just take you all to your assigned classes just like this now.

Grim: Huh!? If you drag us along all tied up like this, everyone that'll see us will all point and laugh…!

Grim: LET GO, LET ME GOOO!

Crowley: I must make sure that you Night Raven College students properly reflect on your actions and learn from each experience.

Crowley: And that is because you are all one of my very precious, precious apple trees...

Requested by Anonymous.

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[certifiedfreec]

i can’t stop thinking about neighbor!graves… 🤔

🏡 you’re new to the neighborhood, getting all your things moved in and seemingly drowning in all the boxes of stuff you have. you ordered some items to replace the ones that got damaged or lost during transit, so that only added on to the cardboard-ridden mess that was your new living room.

🏡 a few days after settling in, you finally notice one of your packages has a mysterious name on it: phillip graves. you suddenly feel bad; how long has this guy been missing his delivery?? you bustle out your door in your pajamas, looking for the house number that matches the one on the package until you finally find it. it’s a fairly large house with dark, sophisticated paint. it’s across and over from yours with a huge black truck backed into the driveway. very snazzy for a truck, you think, hurrying your way to the tall entry door and ringing the doorbell.

🏡 “hey, how can i help ya?” his slight twang is warm and uplifting when he opens the door, eyeing you with a keen interest. god, he’s pretty. he sees what’s standing before him in the cutest little pj set and he’s feeling like an angel was dropped at his doorstep. meanwhile, you’re freaking out- standing there in your scrubby pajamas in front of this ridiculously attractive man, who is apparently your neighbor, and you’ve been holding onto his package without him knowing. (you realize there’s another package of his you’d like to hold though- ba dum tss!)

🏡 you shyly introduce yourself, pointing toward your house and then handing him the box, which he accepts with a teasing “gonna have to tell the HOA about the new thief on the block,” and a quick wink. it nearly melts you, but we must stay focused brothers!! he thanks you and introduces himself as phillip, taking the chance to let you know that you caught him at a good time because he’s often out for extended periods of time with his work. the poor baby must exhaust himself with how busy he is :(

🏡 you hear what he’s saying and being the new, good little neighbor you are, you offer to swing by and grab his mail, check on his plants, and do some basic house upkeep whenever he’s gone. hook, line, and sinker- it’s just what he wants to hear. he accepts your offer with that pearly grin of his, but not without adding his contact info to your phone so he can let you know when he’ll be out of town :’) he’s just so handsome that you feel like you won the jackpot!

🏡 from that day on, it’s like you keep bumping into each other outside- how silly! you start to find some excuses to be out front, maybe to check your roof for any damage or plant some flowers along the side yard, and whaddaya know, neighbor!graves soon finds himself outside giving his big ‘ol truck a wash (you could swear it’s already spotless). god, those flexing muscles and the wet t-shirt clinging to them are much more interesting than your rhododendrons.

🏡 he’s such a friendly neighbor- he’s really taken a liking to you! <3 whenever he’s actually home, he’s got your grocery bags carried inside or he’s grilled some barbecue that you’d be “downright ridiculous not to try”- his words, not yours! it’s delicious, of course, and he credits all his skills to his old man and his “coworkers.” you decide to bake him some sweets in return, and he just about melts. you’re just so good, and so is your baking! he’d really like to taste something else though, too…

🏡 now, neighbor!graves is a pretty nosy guy, so he’s taken it upon himself to keep you in the loop on all the drama in the neighborhood. but really, can you blame him? it’s in his nature to find intel- someone in the community has to do it! this is also a subtle way of letting you know that he’ll be keeping an eye on you, too- because he’s gotta look out for his fellow neighbors, especially if they’re adorable ;)

🏡 eventually he’s away for a few weeks and you’re on deck to pick up his mail, water his indoor plants, all that good stuff. he gives you a key before he leaves and tells you “go ‘head and keep it, mi casa es su casa,” fully inviting you to get comfy in his space- and you do! his furniture is so sleek yet so cozy, his living room complete with a super plush leather couch and a ridiculously large tv. you gather from all his medals and badges decorating the place that he’s very accomplished at what he does- this guy’s the real deal. you also get a nagging feeling that you want to spend more time in his space- it’s just so comfortable, and it smells like sweet vetiver and crisp mint :’)

🏡 so… neighbor!graves, being the nosy guy that he is, has been tracking when you’ve been going over by checking his high-end front door camera from his phone. he can’t help but get flustered at the idea of you in his most personal space- god, he wants you in his bed- and he starts to remember your routine. when he’s finally finished with his operation, he may or may not schedule his flight so that he arrives home shortly after the time usually head over, and your entire body stills when you hear his garage go up. he walks in with some heavy-looking bags wearing an all-black outfit, and you almost swoon. he’s such a man.

🏡 woops, surprise! he apologizes for forgetting to mention when he’d be getting home. he’s so damn excited to see you in his house though, so cute and dutiful, having left his plants perfectly hydrated and not a speck of dust in the area. he has an inkling-no, a certainty- that you’d be an amazing housewife. he invites you to stick around for a drink since you’re already there anyway, and of course you accept since you’d be “downright ridiculous” if you didn’t!

🏡 after you fill him in on the neighborhood drama he missed over some scotch (he is loving your intel collection skills, by the way), he reaches for his wallet to get you some cash for all the trouble- this man was really about to give you a wad of hundreds for your menial house chores! unbelievable! you immediately shoo it away, insisting that it really was no big deal… well, now you’ve left him stumped, because how else could he ever show his appreciation for your hard work while he was away??

🏡 by eating your pussy, of course! it takes very little resistance on both your ends until you’re sprawled out on his luxuriously soft bed with his head between your thighs, moaning and mewling so loud from the perfect licks and swirls on your aching, needy clit that his front door camera can practically pick up on your noises :’) your slick is getting all over his satiny sheets, but he doesn’t even pay that any mind. a few sharp sucks to your sensitive bundle of nerves and the scratch of his light blond stubble along your inner thighs has you cumming so hard that you can’t help but chant his name- and he’ll be damned if that isn’t music to his ears! <3

🏡 he still doesn’t feel like he’s fully shown you his appreciation…maybe he needs to fuck the shit out of you too! he’s talking to you so nicely as he stretches your pulsing walls with his huge, veiny cock, reassuring you that you’re “such a good girl,” “lookin’ so gorgeous right now,” “takin’ me like a champ, baby.”… you’ve never felt so full, yet somehow you can’t get enough of him :( he decides to place a silky pillow under your hips so he can pummel into you from a deeper angle, and he leaves all kinds of purply marks along your chest as he tells you just how perfect your pussy is for him- god, he’s happy you moved here!

🏡 by now you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve orgasmed around his length, and he finally coats your insides with his warm, thick spurts of cum as he groans your name. you both collapse onto his sheets, exhaustedly drifting to sleep just to do it all over again in the morning ;) he gets a hot shower ready for the both of you before kindly requesting some of your amazing baking- he even offers you to wear one of his t-shirts so you don’t get any ingredients on your own clothes! of course, you’re more than happy to oblige. after all, he’s such a friendly neighbor <3

#phillip graves imagine #phillip graves x reader #smut #call of duty #call of duty smut #phillip graves #mdni #neighbor au #neighbor!graves has my heart fr

[bucksdoll]

to go w ur recent rafe post..top and kelce meeting rafes gf for the first time n she’s so sickly sweet they’re confused on how she’s able to date rafe, has a big mouth too and LOVES to talk them. they’re too scared of rafe to completely hold the convo but they try to mumble things here and there bc if they upset her they upset rafe !!

𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤

overprotective!rafe x fem!reader imagine

trigger warnings : fem!reader , explicit language , drinking , mentions of drugs & alcohol , kinda ‘girly’ reader , fluff , rafe overthinking? , oblivious reader , over protective rafe , topper and kelce being absolutely AWFUL liars/actors , reader is friends with sarah , ward is mentioned (🤮🤮🤮)

summary : topper and kelce are tired of rafes new girlfriend stealing the spotlight, so they invite her to boys night to see why she’s so special.

authors note : THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST !! i love this idea, i hope i did it justice :). feel free to drop more requests my way ppl, i write for other obx characters too !! also lmk if i missed any warnings please.

english is not my first language, forgive me

BRIEFLY proofread

rafe, kelce, and topper had a planned ‘boys night’. they’d hangout almost everyday, but on these planned nights, probably once or twice a month, they’d have a more ‘extra’ hangout. they’d go to tanneyhill (or one of the other boys houses), and watch sports or movies on huge screens with overloads of snacks and alcohol (and probably drugs too), and just hang out.

when rafe first announced to them he had gotten a girlfriend, they weren’t shocked. rafe had gotten himself many ‘girlfriends’ over the time they’d known him, but most of them lasted no more than a few weeks. they’d put on their usual show of being mad, all the ‘you better not abandon us because you’re pussy whipped’ shit, never expecting it to actually become a problem.

but, it actually did this time. you two had been dating for almost 2 months now, not a super long time but definitely longer than his past relationships. he would easily skimp out on plans with the boys, saying you wanted him to come over or the two of you had plans. and it wasn’t just you orchestrating everything, they noticed how rafe was starting to initiate plans with you too, saying he was leaving to go surprise you after you got off work etc. right in the middle of hanging out with them. they were fine with it at first, but now it was getting a little annoying.

so, they told rafe to invite you to boys night. it was scheduled to be at tanneyhill this time, so they figured when you got bored you’d leave rafe with them and go to hang out with sarah or something. it wasn’t thought out very much beyond that, but they knew you were friends with sarah, and because it was scheduled at rafes house, they didn’t figure he could escape it.

he argued at first, saying you probably weren’t going to want to go, and you might be busy that night, but after they convinced him to ask you, and you said yes, all plans were a go.

you were excited, honestly. you had picked out your outfit the day before (even though it was just a hangout with your boyfriends friends, and your outfit was just a casual dress). rafe barely let you wear that, insisting you were going to be uncomfortable, and that it was just a hangout. but you wanted to make a good first impression (plus you’d take any excuse to play dress up). you got dolled up a little, threw some jewelry on, and the two of you headed over to tanney hill.

you two walked down into the cameron’s tv hangout area. it wasn’t their main living room, it was in the basement and it was more of an ‘indoor movie theater’ vibe. it had a long black leather sectional, a few bean bag chairs, and a large wooden coffee table. it was filled with snacks; chips, nachos, charcuterie board (the kind they sell at the store), popcorn, candy, etc. off to the side of the room you could see a mini fridge, which kelce and topper were standing near, assumingly ‘getting the party started’, as there was most likely not water in that fridge.

when you hit the bottom step and they locked eyes with you, their jaws almost comedically dropped. you waved at them excitedly, your face lighting up, and rafe just smiled at them, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

you practically ran over to them, and their faces remained shocked.

“hi! it’s so nice to finally meet you guys!! rafe has told me sooo much.” you blabbered out, following that by introducing yourself. you were twitchy, not in a nervous way, but in a ‘barely containing your excitement’ way. you shifted your weight from foot to foot and topper genuinely thought you would’ve started jumping up and down if you got any more excited. your loose curls bounced as you moved, and the bottom of your dress swayed.

“hey..” they were still at a loss for words, even more stunned at your energy than your looks. but their minds quickly came back to them when rafe wandered over, practically shoving them out of the way and bending down to grab a drink out of the fridge. they looked at him as he stood back up and rafe just smiled at them again, but it wasn’t a good smile, rafes never were. it was a threatening one.

little did they know how much rafe dreaded this. rafe barely let you come in the first place. you had agreed to it over text, but the second he got to talk to you face to face he pleaded for you to pull out of the plans. rafe was still stunned how he managed to keep a girl like you for this long; you were practically a princess, you were overly sweet, outgoing, girly, you had straight a’s, and you were so sickly innocent too. you were pretty much the exact opposite of rafe. and he tried his best to hide that fact, especially after he realized you were sticking around.

he stopped going to parties (for the most part) unless there was an extremely necessary reason for him to go. he spent as much time with you as he could. he’d pamper you; buying you gifts, surprising you at work, driving you everywhere you wanted to go, taking you out for expensive and romantic dinners, etc. he was committed to making this work. he knew you didn’t care, he knew that you’d love him no matter what, but he felt the need to upkeep a pristine image for you. and that’s where the boys came in. normally he’d flaunt his new girl, bring her to all the parties he went to, show her off, brag about her. but he wanted to keep you all to himself. he thought topper and kelce were ‘too rowdy’, and too much for you in general, so he kept his friends and you separate. he only ever talked about them, never showed you them. till now, of course.

you stood there, biting your lip in anticipation, still waiting for them to say literally anything other than hey. when rafe shot them another look, they did. he wanted them to atleast say something. rafe knew you had been anticipating meeting his friends, and he knew how excited you were to talk to them. he’d entertain it for a minute or so, because the boys blowing you off or being dicks to you would probably piss him off even more than them overly talking to you.

“oh uh, i’m topper and this is kelce.” topper let out, clearly holding his breath a little. they both swallowed thickly, sharing each other glances, not knowing what to do next. thankfully, rafe seemed to have more than enough of you three interacting at that point, and tugged you over to the couch with him.

“sorry, i’ll be right back.” you apologetically laughed before turning and letting rafe tug you the rest of the way back to the couch.

rafe put a protective hand on your ass as you walked, sharing the boys a glance, and they very quickly turned to face the wall, muttering many renditions of ‘what the fuck dude’ and ‘what are we supposed to do’s under their breaths.

rafe tucked you into the corner of the couch, pulling a throw blanket off the back and gently covering you with it along with putting a few pillows around you.

“you comfy?” he mumbled, and you barely heard him with how much he was grimacing.

“yea baby thank you, but i wasn’t done talkin-“

“no, you were done.” he met your eyes, and before a frown could form on your mouth, he quickly added;

“you can talk to ‘em more later. aight?” and that was it.

rafe eventually got comfy beside you, only after getting you any snack or beverage you wanted from the assortment of options. kelce and topper settled too, sitting very far away from you both in the two bean bag chairs. if rafe hadn’t completely blocked your sight of them, you would’ve definitely thought they didn’t like you or something.

the movie they had decided on (some random comedy) came and went. it was only a few minutes before the end when rafes phone started to buzz in his pocket. he ignored it for the first few buzzes, but when he realized they weren’t giving up, he pulled it out. it was ward.

“hey baby, i’m so sorry, i gotta take this, you can stand upstairs and wait for me it really shouldn’t be long i-“

“you’re totally fine rafe, go ahead babe. i’m good here.” you quickly reassured, smiling at him. and he quickly ran up and out of the basement, not before shooting a lethal look towards kelce and topper.

the movie ended soon after, and you were left with the awkward playing of the credits song. after a few uncomfortable minutes, you stood up and decided to take actions into your own hands, seeing they weren’t going to talk to you.

you wandered over to topper and kelce, who quickly looked away from you as soon as you started towards them. kelce struggled to pull his phone out of his shorts pocket, which proved to be more difficult than he had expected, so he quickly switched to awkwardly holding his hands together in his lap. topper on the other hand was making it painfully obvious he was trying to look at you, practically breaking his kneck to look in the opposite direction.

“hey guys!” you smiled at them, sweet as ever, holding you hands behind your back. “so, tell me about yourselves! i mean ive heard soooo much from rafe, but like, tell me from your perspectives ya know? i heard you two like golf, my dad actually-“

“you know.. we actually gotta go.. for a smoke break!” kelce interrupted before you could get too much of a conversation started.

“oh shit yea! we reeeeally gotta go for a smoke break.” topper said as he snapped his head towards kelce, instantly relieved that he came up with an out.

“but i-“

“we are really sooooo sorry.” topper sarcastically reassured, smiling at you as the two of them practically threw themselves out of their seats, walking backwards in the direction of the stairs, tripping over each other a little on the way there.

“yea we are sososososo sorry.” kelce added, hoping to be convincing enough.

“oh, okay! can i come-“

“you should really go check on rafe actually! he’s been gone for a whiiiile now.. i sure hope he’s okay…” topper added, over exaggerating to hopefully get your attention elsewhere. rafe hadn’t even been gone for 10 minutes. you looked down at your feet as you over thought the idea, and when you looked back up to thank them for reminding you, they were long gone.

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[lymmsweb]

You call the shots babe, i just wanna be yours

🕷pairing : miguel o’hara x spider!reader

🕷word count : 1199

🕷tags : mutual pining, makeout session, slight angst

🕷summary : Miguel needs a quick break, you’re the only one that can get him to get a breath of fresh air.

Miguel had been cooped up in his office at the Spider HQ reviewing reports on potential threats to the multiverse, he had a admirable work ethic that was near impossible to break him out of, that was one of the traits many respected him for. Bags were starting to form under his eyes as the silence of the night filled the air until Lyla would chime in a statistic or overview, he paid no mind to his slight fatigue and continued typing and swiping away at the holographic screens. Lost in thought he didn’t hear your soft footsteps become louder and close in on him, a warm coffee filled mug you had made him was slightly burning your fingertips as you held onto it.

“Miguel?” you called out to him, making him smile to himself at the sound of your voice. He stopped what he was reading, turning around to look at you.

“What are you doing here?” he questioned with concern, no malice laced in his tone “It’s so late.” He took you in, the way your hair was ruffled just the right amount, the way the moonlit night casted blue shadows on your best features and how you always greeted him with a smile.

You handed him the mug, his eyes lighting up as his fingers touched yours momentarily “You’ve been in here all day, I haven’t seen you at all!” A bittersweet feeling dried up his mouth, he was glad you thought of him but he felt like he should push you away as to avoid heartbreak, he knew that most of the time in every dimension Spiderman’s love life was a cruel joke.

“I’ve been working.” he brought the mug to his lips taking a sip of the coffee, not once breaking eye contact “Thanks.” He grimaced slightly, he hated coffee though he’d never tell you that.

“Take a break Mi-” you tried to reason

“I’ve got too much work.” he tried to make any excuse as to not give in

“Please?’ you leaned closer to him, inviting and tempting him. He stared hard. His heart beat in a frenzy, he heard how the pulse quickened in his ears yet his poker face wasn’t even slightly cracking. His mind raced from all the different outcomes that you could tangle him in or, all the situations he had to untangle in his work, his inhibition slowly crumbling away every second he felt your warmth radiating into him.

“Please.” you softly pleaded placing your hand on his wrist, sending electrical like shocks to him that make a shiver run down his spine. He finally felt how his eyes ached, his head hurt and his suit felt unbearingly uncomfortable.

“Fine, fine you win,” he took another sip of the drink, resisting the urge to gag “where do you want to go?”

You let him go and pondered for a bit, nothing would be open at these late hours and he desperately needed an escape from the stuffy air indoors. “We could climb to the roof?” you suggested, he simply gave you a curt nod and you two started walking through the long passageways of the HQ in a comfortable silence. Almost no one was there at the time, only a handful of Spider-people stayed to catch up with old friends.By the time you two made it outside he had already finished the drink you gave him, placing it on a random table you two passed by.

“See how good the air feels?” you exclaimed, sticking to the side of the building by your feet and started to walk up it as if gravity did not apply to you. He watched you, your hair drooped down exposing more of your features, the carefree way you carried yourself and how much his heart burned with passion. Once you were a couple meters above him he jumped up too, right alongside you. He straightened his back as he matched your pace, his eyes staring blankly at the moon and stars that shon brightly whilst the air started to freshen his mind up. All that could be heard was the sound of cars drifting by as if they were in no rush, the apartments surrounding the tall building had some rooms illuminated in bright colours, adding a sense of personality to the charming view.

“Thanks.” he glanced over to you, trying his best to be sneaky.

“For what?” you looked over to him, he was staring at you like he was star struck. Miguel’s eyes wandered to your lips, eyes and blushed cheeks as every syllable escaped your mouth.

“I never realized how beautiful…” he hesitated, unsure of what would spill out of his mouth “Nueva York is at night.” A disappointed sigh escaped his lips as he finished his statement, he couldn’t care less on what Nueva York looked like. Breaking away from his gaze you looked around, the ground looked so far away that cars looked like small insects passing by in an orderly line. All the stars illuminated you two and the building you were scaling, only a couple meters from the very top a rush of excitement passed over you. You responded to him with a small noise of agreement as you finally made it to the top. Sitting down as you looked at the city he fought so hard to protect, he sat down with you too, shoulders touching each other without either of you saying a word. His muscles relaxed into your touch. Each breath he took the fatigue was slowly catching up to him.

“Por dios it’s been ages since i’ve felt like this.” he shifted his leg so it was pressed up against yours whilst he fiddled with his fingers

“You need,” looking over to him your faces were mere inches apart, he never once stopped looking at you. His lips were parted showing just the tip of his fangs, his breath smelt like black coffee and his red eyes were mixing beautifully with the blue hues of the night. His suit retracted just so his bare hands were on display, bringing them to your lips and gently felt your lips “a break.” you breathlessly finished your sentence just before he closed the distance, his chapped lips gracefully glided against yours whilst his hands held your jaw in place. He turned his body to lean into the kiss more, effectively shielding you from the cool air as he covered you with his body. your hands roamed from his waist all the way up to his hair, slightly tugging it which drove him crazy. A sudden feeling of hunger took control over him, he roughly deepened the kiss as his hands started to push you into him from the nape of your neck. His fangs slightly nicked your tongue which resulted in a faint metallic taste mixed with your saliva. The lack of air was making your lungs scream for oxygen. Placing your hands on his chest you firmly pushed him signaling him to stop which he understood almost immediately, both of you were left breathless afterwards, panting and smiling as you two just looked at each other.

“Guess i should take more breaks?”

a/n: Por dios - For god’s sake. I got the title from this song! Any criticism is welcome and i didnt proofread too in depth:) Also huge brainrot for this himbo

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[blingblong55]

The sun and moon-Vladimir Makarov

Based on a request:

Okay, but I was on TikTok and you’re the only blog I know who really likes Makarov besides me and 🙈😭😫🥰🙈 if you know the audio, that goes like 🎶 me and the devil… walking side by side 🎵 it made me think of him and reader and just, like… idk. Becoming his queen and I just love the idea of him seeing all this (whether he saw it from the beginning or noticed it after a while/before anyone else) potential in you that no one else seemed to, and fosters that in you, making you two a power couple in your little dynasty. He may do the dirty work and have blood on his hands, but you’re just trying to do good and make the world a better place again, even if it’s by any means necessary. Idk. Maybe it’s also bc I also just love hades & persephone sm too and it also gives me the grumpy & sunshine trope as well in a way too but I thought I’d share bc I’ve been loving this thought so much 🥰😭🥰🙈 ---- F!reader, romance/fluff, established!relationship ----

A/N: making this honestly lets me be a little more creative so thank you! I just couldn't stop writing and I think this will be the best I've ever done

Russia is a place known to be cold, and really, for him this is what life is like. For you, on a different side of the world, it's more calm and beautiful.

In the world of cruelty, there exists a power couple like no other. Vladimir Makarov, feared and revered, walks the path of darkness, his hands stained with the blood of many. Yet, beside him stands y/n, his love, the queen of his heart and his guiding light. Together, they forge a new destiny, a dynasty built on strength.

He is a titan among men, commands armies with a flick of his wrist and leaves a trail of destruction in his wake. To stand in front of him, it so is in the presence of death itself yet, there is one who walks beside him, a figure shrouded in mystery and clocked in the endgame of your own making.

Y/n, they call you, a name whispered in hushed tones by those who have glimpsed her fleeting presence. To some, you're a beacon of hope, a flicker of light in the darkness, your mere presence enough to quell the storm raging within Makarov's soul. But who are you, his angel, who holds the heart of the most feared man in the world? Some say you're his queen, his equal in every way, gaze as steely as his own, resolve unshakable in the face of adversity. Others whisper of a love born from the depths of despair, forged in the fires of war, a bond that transcends time and space.

As the world trembles beneath the weight of their combined might, one thing remains certain: where there is Vladimir Makarov, there too shall be y/n, walking side by side, their destinies entwined in a dance of darkness and light, love and war.

Amid chaos and carnage that define their existence, Makarov sits by a window, looking out to the gardens. In the hazy corridors of his mind, he recalls the first time he laid eyes on you, a glimpse of beauty amidst the ugliness of war. "What's her name?" He asks one of his men. You stood before him, gaze unwavering, spirit unbroken. "Y/n, daughter of-" "go away," he says sternly and walks up to you. "As beautiful as day, Y/N," he takes your hand and kisses it. "Who are you?" Oh, that soft voice of yours that melts his cold heart. "Vladimir but you can call me Vovo," his accent rich and smooth.

There is something about you that sets you apart from the rest, that ignited a spark of curiosity within him.

"Makarov, war is on," a man walked into the room. "If you must excuse me dear, I have some…stuff to do," he walks out of the room as if it's just another typical day for him.

Days passed, and you were told to stay indoors since you didn't seem capable of winning a war, much less fighting one. And with one knock on the door, he walks inside, interrupting your train of thought. "C'mon, I'm not letting your beauty rot in this room," he says, extending his hand and you take it without doubt. "Where are we to go?" you ask.

"To battle my dear, but you'll stick beside me," he mentions, guiding you through the dark corridors.

And as he is called back to attention, the beautiful memory fades. As it fades and the present comes crashing back, Makarov is left with a sense of longing, a yearning for a time when the world was simpler, when he and you were just two souls bound together by fate. And though the scars of war may never heal, he takes solace in the knowledge that no matter what the future may hold, he will always have you by his side.

As the years go by, you two navigate the treacherous landscape of warfare. Where his iron fist strikes, you are the steady hand that holds the light for him to come back home.

You've learned a lot from him, from fighting to learning that not all his wrongs are from pure hate and cruelty.

It's a waltz, a dangerous, blood-driven waltz.

In the middle of all the turmoil in their line of work, there are moments of intimacy between you two, moments when they cast aside the weight of their burdens and simply exist in each other's presence. In those fleeting moments, they are not leaders of armies or the rulers of wars but two souls bound together by an unbreakable bond of love and devotion.

And though the world trembles at the sound of your names, Makarov and Y/N stand unwavering, their hearts intertwined in a dance of passion and desire. For in each other, they have found solace in a world consumed by chaos, a beacon of light in the darkness that surrounds them.

"Vovo?" you say comfortably in his arms. "Любимая?" (darling) "Will there be a day where this will end?" "Yes, but until then, I'll just keep holding you close," his warm lips meet your forehead.

They've said before that Makarov reigns as a formidable figure, feared and respected by all who cross his path. His domain is a world of shadows and chaos, where darkness reigns supreme and few dare to tread. You, you're a vision of beauty and grace that was consumed by war.

As yet another storm is to come, you and him stand together. "Don't ever leave me, okay?" he pleas. "Like I ever was," you smile.

In the shadows, he lurks and in the sun, you dance. No evil, no war and no man can separate you from the other.

It's beautiful, how you can be so opposite. Vladimir was midnight and you were sunshine. He preferred a dark room and a sunroom. Dark clothes covered him and you with warm and beautiful colours. It's a peculiar kind of love and it's warm. Loving the devil, loving an angel. The same story is told just like Hades and Persephone.

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[niuniente]

Hi Nui! I'm going to be visiting a friend in Finland in about a month, and was wondering if you had any advice so I don't look like an absolute FOOL to them and all other Finns I run into on said trip (Also, if there's anything I absolutely have to do/try/see while visiting, that would be appreciated!)

These kind of questions always remind me of this Tumblr user whose father went to visit Finland. He learned Finnish and practiced his pronouncing. When he met a Finn and greeted him - very fluently - the Finn asked "Where are you from?"

The father was a bit bummed that his Finnish wasn't as good as he had imagined and asked was it his accent which gave him away? The Finnish guy replied: "You smiled when you said hi".

So, some dos and donts which came to my mind quickly, depending of course a bit where you will be heading and with whom you'll be spending time with. A 60 year old women from East-Finland is going to be different than a 20 year old guy from the capitol :D

Don't touch Finns Forget hugs, cheek kisses etc. with Finns. You may hug your close friends when you meet but it depends on your friends, of course. Don't touch Finns when speaking as we have extremely wide personal space and its violation will not be taken well. Touching another person in Finland is reserved for family members and a spouse/date. A hand shake is most appreciated if needed :3 Give Finns space It's rude in Finland to go too near of unknown people unless you absolutely have to, like in a crowded public transport. Always leave space between you and a Finn.

(Finns waiting for a bus in a rush hour and giving space to each other)

Be quiet and modest Yelling, talking loudly, screaming and being overall loud is considered rude in Finland. Especially in public places. There are others there, don't bother them with your yelling and scream-talking. Being too lively and expressive is considered rude.

Take your shoes off indoors! Extremely important! Don't walk inside with shoes! Leave them in the mudroom. Walking inside to someone's home with shoes on is probably the rudest violation you can do. Even construction workers etc. apologize before getting inside with their work shoes (and those are allowed because they're work shoes).

No small talk, no talking to strangers We don't have small talk pleasantries in Finland. I was just watching The Block from Australia, where every single phone call, with every single person, is always started as "Hi! How are you? Thanks, I'm good, too!" and then you tell why you called. Forget that. Just go to the point :D Don't talk to strangers unless you really have to. There are area differences in this though, and for example in East and South East it is fine to strike a chat with unknown people.

Be honest Now, while polite manners are good in every country, Finnish people appreciate honesty. If you don't, for example, like some food you are offered, you can say "Sorry, but this isn't for me" or "Sorry, I didn't like it that much." A Finn will feel like you're making a fool out of them if you, for example, don't like the food their offer but go "Hmmm, this is so tasty!" The Finn will most likely just feed you more the food you absolutely hate because hey, you said yourself that you liked it! Also, if you need something, ask for it. There was an article on a newspaper years ago about Finnish families who hosted exchange students. When asked had there been any issues, one woman said that they had a student from Japan. When the student went to take a shower, the family forgot to give her a towel. Instead of asking for a towel - because that would be extremely rude in Japan - the girl tried to dry herself with toilet paper, messing the whole bathroom. Now that in Finland is rude - you just made a mess, used a full toilet roll and humiliated the family because you didn't note them that "Excuse me, I need a towel."

Don't talk bad about sauna Sauna is a sacred place. You can say that it's not really your thing but don't talk shit about sauna. Again, would you want to go to sauna but you want to wear a towel, say so. Finns will understand.

Apartment buildings and house areas have Law of Silence for the nighttime All Finnish apartments have a silence time. It's a law and if you (or your guests or pets) constantly violate that, you will be evicted, especially if you are a tenant. Avoid loud noise between 10pm to 7am. While it's not illegal to take a shower between 10pm and 7am, if you can take a shower before 10pm or after 7am, please do so. That's being polite towards neighbors and that's how most of the Finns live.

We don't have a word for please Finnish language is straight to the point and doesn't have a word for please. When speaking English in Finland, you can drop "please" out from it. Would you want to be very polite in Finnish, you can use kiitos (thank you) in customer service for please. But otherwise, just ask for what you want without any sugar coating - that's not rude but honest :3 (I so struggle to use normal polite language in English because it doesn't make any sense to me lol)

Watch out for pickpockets in Helsinki If you come to Helsinki, watch out for pickpockets, especially during summer. During summer many criminal groups arrive from East Europe to Helsinki to steal stuff from tourists. You need to be mindful only in the central and tourist attraction spots, though.

Anything you can imagine comes lactose free! Not really a guide but just a little note that if you can't have lactose, Finland is full of lactose free products. Stores have a little L on the price labels for Lactose Free products. Laktoositon = Lactose free. Overall, all kind of different food restrictions are well handled in Finland.

I like to say that if you didn't do it in Japan, because it's considered rude or distributive, don't do it in Finland either and you'll be fine :3 Except for saying what you mean and meaning what you say.

#finland #ask niu #IF YOU CAN'T REMEMBER ANYTHING ELSE FROM THIS LIST #TAKE YOUR SHOES OFF WHEN INDOORS!!! #AND DON'T TOUCH FINNS

[geekyarmorel]

Take a Break

Larissa Weems×Reader

Fluff

The skies gently poured down on Nevermore, most staying indoors as they tried to stay cozy and warm. You made your way through its halls, unhurried in your pace as you made your way to the principal's office with two hot chocolates in hand. You knew the woman there was practically working herself to death and you were determined to get her to take a break.

Arriving at the door you knocked, entering at her bidding. Opening it you were unsurprised to find her at her desk, keyboard clacking as she typed away. Her eyes glanced up to see who had come in, the smile that graced her lips made their corners crinkle and made your heart flutter. "Special delivery." You say, coming and placing the still warm hot chocolate on her desk. "One hot chocolate with extra whipped cream and fudge drizzle." A delighted smile met your words, a hand grabbing the drink and letting her take a sip.

"Thank you." She hummed, taking another sip before putting it down and resuming her work. You were undeterred and sat in the chair in front of her desk. "To what do I owe this pleasure to?" Larissa asked, looking back at you.

"You've been working hard and I thought you deserved something nice. Like perhaps taking a little break." You answer, taking a sip of your drink.

"I have been working hard." Larissa agrees, lifting the cup back up to her lips leaving another lipstick print on the lid as she took a drink. It was kind of pathetic that you were jealous of a plastic lid oh but how you longed for those lips to be pressed against yours. A print to call your own. "There's just so much to do. I have to have my proposal ready by next weekend. The major is wanting to visit again with the committee to go over yet another inane list. And parents weekend is just around the corner." She sighed, rubbing at her neck. "I think I'm getting a crick in my neck from holding this position for to long."

"I wouldn't doubt it." You watch as she tries to stretch out her neck, her grimace making you frown. "Would you like some help? I've been told I'm pretty good at massages." The words leaving your mouth before you could fully think them through. This could be pushing the boundaries of your friendship but you couldn't take the words back.

Her blue eyes met yours, a light blush dusting her cheeks before smirking ever so slightly. "Oh really? Well then by all means."

Rising you set your hot chocolate on her desk before rounding it and coming up behind her. Gently placing your hands on her neck you guided her to stretch to the side before switching to the other side. Once that was done you started off softly running your thumbs up and down her neck before adding more pressure.

A low hum slipped from her lips as you worked, a soft moan spilling out as you moved to work her shoulders as well. You swallowed, trying to not let the little noises she was making get to you. You spent a good while working and you could feel her practically melt under your touch. Finally you slowed, taking a step back and to the side. "Better?"

Larissa hummed blissfully, her eyes closed as she rested against the back of her chair. "Yes." She murmured lowly, "I could kiss you for this." It took a second before it seemed to don on her what she said. Her eyes snapped open and a blush settled heavy on her cheeks. "I'm so sorry that wasn't very professional of me."

"It's okay Larissa." You assure the woman, blushing madly yourself. "I honestly wouldn't object." You murmur turning and stepping around her desk, hoping she didn't fully catch what slipped out of your mouth before you could control it.

She seemed stunned for a minute and you blushed heavier, "I hope your work doesn't take to much longer." You hear yourself say, trying to excuse yourself quickly, you didn't want to say or do something else that would embarrass yourself further. "I'll see you later."

You practically ran to the door, only stopping when you heard her call of "Wait!" Your hand tightened on the handle as you heard her chair scoot back. The click of her heels sounded as she came toward you. "Look at me please."

Steeling yourself you turned and did as she said, cautiousness in her eyes as she examined you. "Did you mean that?" Larissa finally asked, letting silence hang in the air for a moment. "Did you really mean that? That I could kiss you?"

You felt your face turn red, wondering if you turned much redder if you would explode. Looking away you nod, to embarrassed to look in her eyes. You felt her hand gently tilt your chin up to make you look at her. "Words please darling. Tell me with your words."

"Y-yes." You finally stutter out, "I said that I wouldn't object to a kiss from you." A smile graced Larissa's lips, her eyes shinning in delight.

"Then may I kiss you now?"

Your breath caught in your throat as you nodded vigorously and luckily she took mercy on you and kissed you without you having to speak. Delicately her lips pressed against yours, smiling as you reciprocated the kiss. Her tongue slid against your bottom lip and you were helpless to do anything but part your lips for her. A delicious sounding hum slipped from her as she slid her tongue in and explored your mouth. Finally air became a necessity forcing you both apart, you hid your face in her neck and she rested her cheek on your head. "Care to stay with me a while?" She eventually spoke, pressing a kiss to your hair. "Perhaps we could finish out hot chocolates and maybe I could kiss you again?"

"I'd like that." You smile, raising your head enough to kiss her. "I'd like that a lot."

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[a-cutie]

Placebo

Characters - idol/bf!Jaehyun X gf!reader (f)

Genre - drama, ANGST and a tiny bit of fluff I think. Word count - 5.9k

Warnings - suggesting/mentioning in some parts but no actually written smut, alcohol consumption, failed relationship, break up, thoughts of cheating but not actually happening, mentions of other members, made up characters.

Summary - He was everything for you, but you meant so little to him.

Author’s note - I use he, she and you A LOT. :))  Honestly, I don’t know how to feel, it’s my first time writing Jaehyun ff’s (I used to write on wattpad though, but not for him, also not in english so excuse my errors). If you read this let me know if you liked it! Enjoy ^^

Laughter filled the empty room, just a normal saturday with your boyfriend, the remaining empty cups of ramen and the scattered utensils were on the table, while you and Jaehyun were sharing drinks and laughing remembering past memories. Since Jaehyun had his comeback it’s been hard for you to keep up with each other, but now all his time is upon you. “Do you remember when we were out with Yuta and Mark and we locked them outside the car so we could kiss? That was so funny!” You let out a heartfelt laugh meanwhile he just looked with adoring eyes at you, getting the stray strands of hair out of your face. “You’re so beautiful” he said and for a second you stopped and looked deep into his eyes, the eyes that held all of your memories, all of your love, they were shining bright, just like stars, and all of the love they held was for you. His face came closer to yours, warm breath fanning over your lips “I really want to kiss you right now”, his hand gently grabbed the back of your head in case you wanted to slip away, but you didn’t have any intention to do so “What’s stopping you?” and with your words of approbation he closed the gap between you two. His lips moved slowly, he just wanted to show you all the love you deserved, soon his hands started making their way down your body, stopping at your hips “How about we continue this in the bedroom?”.

…

A ray of light erupted through the window directly into your face, making your nose scrunch, you wanted to turn around but heavy hands stopped you from doing so, you smiled. His fingers started moving ever so slightly letting you know that he had no intention of letting you go. “Good morning” you whispered to him, just in case he didn't actually wake up, but when you felt light kisses being placed at the nape of your neck, you knew he was more than awake. “Good morning to you too, beauty”. His voice was low and raspy, it sent shivers down your spine. “What’s the plan for today?” you asked, finally facing him. “Hmm” a sight escaped his lips “I have work today, I need to go practice and I still have some more recording to do”. “Some new song?” you asked curiously, slowly rubbing his cheek with your thumb. “Yes, it’s for my solo, today is the perfect day since I don’t have that much of a busy schedule”. Jaehyun let you go and got up, he did a little stretch, got the scattered clothes off the floor and went into your bathroom. Having a relationship with an idol was not easy, and since fans didn’t know about you two, things were even more complicated. You started dating around two years ago when you met by accident on the streets of Milan, it was surprising that fans still haven't found out about your relationship . Probably all thanks to the fact that you work from home and have your own apartment where he can come over when he pleases. Indoor dates were always fun, and when you got sick of the walls you lived in, you went to their dorms or to very private places so people wouldn't recognize him. 

Of course, having Jaehyun as your boyfriend made the outside meetings thrilling but stressful, it was worth it though since you loved each other, right? 

After the shower he kissed you one more time and left. You laid back into the soft mattress and let out a sigh, you should get working too.

…

Arriving at the practice room, Jaehyun was greeted by his members and without wasting too many seconds they got to work, practicing for future concerts and stages. After hours of intense dances they were finally done, it was already late but he still had other things to do, he got home with his members, showered and left again to the studio, this time, so he can get his solo done. 

He looked outside the window of the car at the city lights, somehow they were shining brighter tonight, his phone lit up when a notification popped up, it was you. “Yuno! How was your day? Are you still going or did you finish?”. Jaehyun smiled, he loved when you called him by his real name, so you did it all the time and almost never referred to him as Jaehyun. Truth to be told he was Yuno, your boyfriend, when he was with you, not the idol Jaehyun. And for you it made a big difference. Yuno was calm and had a goofy side, he always made you feel safe. Yuno knew how to make you laugh until tears of joy came out, he’s always taking care of you and showing you love, meanwhile, Jaehyun? He was stoic and almost like a block of ice, he loved fame, his career and his fans, you too, but not as a priority, while Yuno would drop anything for you, Jaehyun would drop everything for his career. In the beginning it was frustrating since Jaehyun was at his side almost every time, it was tough to crack him because he was perfect. But now things have changed, he learned to concentrate on career while on stage and on you at home. Everything was in perfect harmony.

“I still have to record some lines for the new song, I will be done late today so I won’t come over, you should eat and get some good sleep, I bet you are tired too”, “Already in bed, hope your recording goes well, take care. I love you!”, “Love you too!”. And without knowing, he arrived. “Let’s get this done”. With a sigh and heavy legs he made his way inside the building. The studio was pretty empty, just some staff and an unknown person in the corner. “You ready, Jaehyun?”, he cleared his throat “As always”. “I hope you don’t mind, but a new trainee came in, she would like to watch if you don’t have anything against it.”.

 The girl rushed to get up and greet the male “Hello, my name is Yuna, I am a trainee and I will debut soon under SM. I hope you don’t mind me here, I will be quiet and just watch. Thank you very much!” she bowed 90° in front of Jaehyun. “I don’t mind it, just don’t interfere with my work.” And there it was, the stoic Jaehyun was back. Yuna fastly nodded her head and sat on the couch again with a big grin on her face. Jaehyun only took a glance at her before getting in and doing his best.

…

A few days later, Jaehyun was in the same place again, the studio room. Today should be the final day of recording, and tomorrow he will start shooting the MV. The last days were hectic for him, practice, photo shoots and late night recordings. He sipped his 3rd Americano for the day, even if it was 11 at night. 

Next to him was Yuna, the trainee who he couldn’t get rid of. She was like glue, if it was practice they would meet in the hallway, if it was photo shoots she would miraculously appear there. He was tired from everything around him, but her presence made it even worse. “We will start a bit late since we found some problems with the cables and it will take a while to change.” a staff member announced. Rolling his eyes, Jaehyun let his head back and spread his arms on the back of the couch. Yuna looked at him, admiring his beauty. “Even after the hard program, he still looks astonishing.” she thought. She wanted to reach him, to touch his soft skin, to get the hairs out of his face, but she stopped herself. Jaehyun felt some eyes and he averted his gaze on her “Is everything okay?”. His low voice made Yuna feel things, and the lazy but intense gaze of his made her a bit uncomfortable. “I was just wondering, don’t mind me”. Jaehyun sat straight and raised a brow at the girl. “It’s like you are following me around, you know. I always see you, how do you do this?”. Yuna felt embarrassed, her cheeks lit up a bright shade of red “I think it’s just a coincidence, I’m not trying to stalk you, I’m sorry if I made you uneasy.” Now Jaehyun was intrigued, his annoyance turned into curiosity when she saw the girl fidgeting around trying to find excuses. He looked upon Yuna who completely turned herself away from him in embarrassment. “She’s pretty” he thought. She was pretty indeed, after all she was an idol to be, probably the type who will have a lot of fans. Her face was small, a mole under her left eye, long and jet black hair covered her back, and her figure was slim but still had some decent curves. She was so different from you.

“It’s okay, I was just curious about how you got everywhere I was, but I’m not mad, you probably just want to see how the idol life is like, right?” even if it was the wrong answer Yuna still nodded. “It’s tough from what I see. I hope I can make it.” she finally let herself a bit loose, and Jaehyun did too. They continued speaking for what seemed like an hour. Yuna was entertaining to him, she was like a mystery that was about to get solved but also felt far away from the answer. He felt like she didn’t show all of her emotions and maybe half of her words were lies or maybe she was just trying to doge the topic? Nevertheless, she had something alluring to her eyes, or maybe it was the way her hand rested on his thigh that got him thinking like this. At that moment he didn’t know, but the Jaehyun in him surely wanted to see more of her. 

…

Good days have passed since Jaehyun and Yuna met, and since the last recording day she was in his presence continuously but this time he didn’t mind it as much.

After all he still was the same Yuno to you, meeting when he got the time, having conversation over text when he couldn’t, sending you flowers and food and visiting you for some moments of sweet pleasure, like right now.

You were lying in his arms, naked, after all the intense activities that took place. He was whispering sweet nothings into your ear while you were playing with his hair. “I am so happy to be here tonight, it’s been a while since we last spent time together.” his lips were kissing your neck gently “I missed this, you know. Work has been hard for both of us and moments like this really make it worth it.” “Hmm, how about another round?” he whispered, hands going lower and lower, but before you could accept his phone rang. “Damnit, I have to take this”. He answered and just in a matter of seconds he was putting on clothes and leaving through the door. “I really have to go, sorry” he said before running out, leaving you in bed.

You knew it was this job, you knew it was probably important, but you felt jealous and sad, because Jaehyun would take over Yuno and leave you in a blink, were you really that insignificant to him?

 You didn’t want to cry, but oh you did. Things were hard for you too, but you didn’t push anything away like him, you always made time for both work and him, you tried to understand that his job wasn't as easy as yours, but you just couldn’t be on his side this time, you were slowly getting fed up of all the running and hiding behind closed doors. 

In the meantime Jaehyun made it to the studio just to see Yuna and the staff worried. “Is it all gone?” he was desperate, someone accidentally erased all of his hard work. Some songs he wanted to release, some songs he put heart and soul in, it was all gone now. The staff left to see if they could salvage something out of the broken drive. Jaehyun gripped his hair in frustration and Yuna, since she was the last one left, felt the need to console him. “I’m so sorry, I was here to record for the debut and all of a sudden they said your songs were gone.” She put her arm on his shoulder and slowly embraced him. And he let her. Maybe it was just because he was stressed, or just wanted comfort, but when her arms wrapped around him, he didn’t feel as uneasy anymore. Yuna hugged and calmed him down, but her heart was twisted “He smells like women perfume”, your perfume to be exact. 

Maybe it was all because he came in a hurry and you were just on your way to a friend's house, but despite the time and place, you still gave him what he wanted. Or maybe because his hands unbuttoned your blouse and the perfume stuck to him in the hurry of getting you to stay. Yuna didn’t know this, but she felt angry and jealous, after all the time spent together, she thought they had something special going on.

“Everything will be fine, you will see” she said as he slowly backed away, their faces only centimeters apart, the girl wanted to close the gap so badly. Looking into her eyes, Jaehyun almost lost himself to the temptation, still fired up from the mind blowing sex he had with you, and pent up with the frustration of losing his songs, he almost gave in. If it wasn't for the staff that entered the room that made them peel apart, he’d probably go as far as taking her instead just to relieve the stress. Now it was time for his mind to go foggy with realisation, was he just about to cheat on you? 

He couldn’t believe that he almost slipped so bad. The staff and the members knew about your relationship and words spread like fire in the industry. What if his actions would’ve had consequences? The staff would see them kissing, or even worse, next they tell another staff member, and in the end words would spread their way to the members ears, and probably to yours too after that. What would he do in that situation? What if you go out and tell the world about everything? His career would be doomed, and probably, without even starting, Yuna’s too.

“We saved them, thank God!” but Jaehyun was still unresponsive, he was about to risk both his career and a healthy relationship for a girl he only met a couple months ago, he felt sick to his stomach. He thanked them all while still in a trance and left without a word, he needed a drink, a strong one, just to let his mind go of the thoughts of you and Yuna.

…

With a drink in his hand and his head clouded, this is how Jaehyun spent the last four days. After the incident he avoided Yuna at all cost, but also avoided you. No more texts, no more calls, he was ashamed, ashamed that this mind could think of another woman after you gave everything to him. “I have no idea about what’s with you, but you need to get yourself together” his roommate, Jungwoo, said. And he was right, after all nothing happened, and in his drunken self he thought “What she doesn't know, won’t hurt her”, replied the boy blankly. With the help of Jungwoo he got into bed ready to start fresh tomorrow, you were probably worried about him, and Yuna should keep her distance after getting ignored for so many days, right?

Morning came pretty fast and Jaehyun was ready to make it alright again. He texted you apologizing and telling you that he will drop by yours later today to explain the situation, packed some things, took a shower and headed to the gym to clear his head even more. He was lucky that at practice he didn’t see Yuna. Night came really soon, and even though it was a bit late he still made his way to your house. Knocking on your door, with a huge bouquet of flowers in his hands and some take out in his hand, he was greeted by you. “Come in” you said in a monotone voice. You put the flowers in the vase and the food on the table, in the meantime Jaehyun just looked around, not daring to say something. He missed you, clearly, but deep down he knew his actions hurt you. “Let’s eat”. You were tired, work was hard today, meeting after meeting, your boss on your head to finish the papers and now the boyfriend you thought you had decided to finally acknowledge your existence. “I’m sorry, I know you are upset and probably wonder why I haven’t talked to you these past days”. Humming, you just ate in silence, letting your boyfriend try to talk his way out. “I was busy with work and things got a bit heatted, I lost myself for a second” you felt a bit bad. He worked hard and tried his best to do things with you, but it was the first time he ignored you like this, and it hurt you. Did he really haven’t had the time to at least send you a message once in a while so you know he is doing good? 

“Please say something” he pleaded, you were annoyed right now, all you wanted was peace and quiet. Letting go of your fork you inhaled deep and looked him in the eyes “Did you really have no time for me?”, “No! Of course I have!” he got up ready to defend himself and you followed, now fired up even more than before. “All I wanted was for us to be happy, I am trying to keep us together, but only me, you on the other hand, I don’t know.” you raised your voice. “I am trying too! You know I am busy, it’s not the first time I don’t respond or write to you!". But you couldn’t care, you were in the mood to fight for what was left in this relationship of yours.

 “I know you were busy! I don’t ask you for more than 2 minutes, this is how much time you can spare for me, or at least tell me "Go to hell” or something, so I know I exist for you!”. “You are…just, fucking impossible. I am already trying as hard as I can to make this work between US!” said Jaehyun, pinching the bridge of his nose and turning away from you.

“He turned his back to me, who does he think he is” all type of emotions were running through you in the moment, pent up anger of Jaehyun not spending time with you, work over work over work, tiredness, and in the heat of the moment you just said whatever came to you “Just…Get out!” 

This is how the argument ended, and what surprised you even more is that he did, not even a glance back, he got his jacket and left you standing there, processing what just happened until bottled up emotions got the best of you and hot tears spilled, his words and actions cutting a deep wound into your heart.

…

Once Jaehyun was out of your house he felt gushes of guilt wash over, maybe he was just over-dramatic, he wanted to make it right with you and instead he made it worse. He wanted to drink again, to take his mind away and let his body fill with alcohol, but he couldn't, and as good as karma works, he had to rush to the company to discuss some other things. And if that was not frustrating enough, in the room, seated on the couch was Yuna. At that moment Jaehyun wanted to disappear. 

“What’s wrong this time?” said Jaehyun, visibly frustrated, Yuna hopped on her feet right when she heard his voice, she was wondering why was Jaehyun avoiding her, it actually pained her a bit. 

The staff explained that it’s not about his activities as an idol, this time it was about Yuna. She saw Jaehyun working so hard on his songs that she felt motivated to write her own ones, for the future. The problem was…she didn’t know where to start. So she asked around to see if help would come her way and when Taeyong recommended Jaehyun for starters, since their taste in music was also similar and he could use a bit of practice too, she was on cloud nine and made her way through thick and thin to reach him. 

On the other hand, Jaehyun, upset about the fight, didn’t really want to take any part in whatever Yuna wanted to obtain, but when she approached him with puppy eyes, big and glossy, something inside him snapped and like that he fell in her trap once again. Her words were like honey “Oppa, I know you are busy and have so maaany things to do, but could you help me just a bit, I promise I will reward you very well”. If in his mind was Yuno, not Jaehyun, he would probably think she was cringe and would just deny her requests. But the idol part of him wanted a bit of revenge and for now her temptations could work wonders against someone else, you. 

“It’s the perfect plan!” Jaehyun thought. He would let you cool down and spend his time helping Yuna instead, and you would get jealous seeing them spending time together. Then he will do his best to make it up to you, and let you know that you can trust him and he will never break your heart. From a distance, it was the perfect plan, but in theory anyone (but him) could see it was just bound to be a BIG fail. “Sure, I will help you” said him without second thoughts this time. Yuna jumped from happiness, she was getting what she wanted.

…

For you this was hell.

Yet another night with you wrapped in a blanket like a burrito, wiping your red nose. You were what people would call a wreck. After the argument, Jaehyun didn’t try to reach you anymore and the news you got about his whereabouts were mostly from his members. They didn’t know you two fought, well…apart from Haechan, but he wasn't much help to you anyway. 

Sniffing once more, fresh tears rolled down your face, you hated everything right now, you hated him (not really). Was it that hard for him to try to understand you too? 

You would let anything down for him, plans, friends, work, heck, even family if it was interfering with your relationship. It was not because you were crazy over him, you loved him, sure, but he was your first boyfriend, first love, kiss, your first everything, and you didn’t want to let go of your story with him. But sadly, in a relationship, you can’t force love, it should equally come from both parts for it to not be toxic.

Your mind was flooded, was this really the beginning to your end?

You didn’t want to believe it, so you decided to take matters into your own hands. If he doesn't want to come your way, not even meeting you halfway, you would come after him yourself. With that you were determined to find Yuno in Jaehyun once again. 

…

On Jaehyun’s side, he was actually pretty happy around Yuna, and it was a bit messy since he 

slowly started to forget about you, the problem was, he didn’t know it yet. “How about, I am really curious about you, the same goes for you 

This is enough, a chasing game

Can't stand this attraction and curiosity “ asked Yuna.

“It sounds nice, and I feel like it has a hidden meaning to it, you can add it.”

Yuna was pleased as well, all of Jaehyun’s attention was on her in the last few days, but even though she tried to sneak a bit under his skin, the tough shell of Jaehyun was really hard to crack. She didn’t stop here, no, Yuna was determined to get more and more of his attention, and surely she still had a few aces down her sleeve. 

“I never thought it was this hard to write lyrics, I just assumed you put everything you want on a piece of paper, but it's more than that.” Yuna scooted closer to him just to observe his reaction. “You actually have to put some heart into them to turn out the way you want.” said her with a honey like voice, her hand placed close to him,she observed how he was not tense like past times, now he didn’t even feel her hand almost touching his. “Well, songs are not just made by heart, they also contain a small part of yourself, a story that you want to transmit to the fans.”, “Is that so?” now her head was resting on his shoulder, looking up with doe eyes at the man. Jaehyun didn’t notice until he felt one of her fingers caressing his hand. He tensed a bit then and tried to move so he could get away from her, but Yuna was persistent and their cat and mouse game continued till they reached the end of the couch.

“Oppa, I have a question for you.” The man didn’t dare to look at her, he knew her way too well already, the intense gaze, the dark eyes filled with mystery, it made him feel dizzy. “Is it more important than your songs?” said the man gulping down the knot in his throat.  “Yes” Jaehyun inhaled, putting down the pen and paper he was holding. “Ask away then.” “What’s your type? In a woman I mean.” The atmosphere around them became really dense all of a sudden, “What type of question even is that?” thought Jaehyun, taken aback by her sudden boldness. He needed a second to think about that. “What’s with this question?” he got up from the couch letting out a nervous laugh. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable”, Yuna wanted to curse herself now, maybe she went on too fast, it was too early to ask this type of questions and she didn’t want to get avoided and ignored once more, especially since things were working wonders in her favor . Eager to repair her mistake she just started spitting apologies after apologies, saying how dumb she was and that her words were not said with bad intentions.

“Just, forget about it.” Jaehyun said, going towards the door, leaving the young girl alone. He felt suffocated because of his thoughts. Yuna knocked some sense into him with her question and made him think that maybe whatever he was doing was wrong. That only happened for one reason, though. The moment she asked his answer was one and only one, “you”. That’s what he wanted to tell her, and what disturbed him was not the fact that “you” meant Yuna, it was the fact that “you” did not mean you anymore.

…

More days went by, and now your relationship with Jaehyun was, to say, a bit delicate. You started talking and seeing each other again, but it was odd, something changed after your argument and you couldn’t figure out exactly what. Home dates become just you and him sitting across the couch, barely speaking, dinners were quiet as well, the flaming fire you felt when he caressed your skin was now just an icy touch. You still tried pushing through, when he was busy you would visit him, and when he came over you would not be against anything he wanted to do, even if it was tiring you fought for love, a love whose flame seemed extinguished a long time ago. 

Even now, kissing around your chest, whispering words into your skin. It just didn’t feel the same, everything felt distant, all the emotions that were once engulfing your body vanished. You felt like crying, eyes wide open, staring into nothingness, you felt empty. “I love you” that’s what he said, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say it back, you wanted to, so much, but it was like the words got stuck into your throat. His touch felt stray, his kisses burned your skin, this was not love anymore, you knew it, because you saw it.

You saw the woman that clouded his mind.

A few hours ago, he was busy again, of course. You just wanted to make him something to eat since it was getting late and you knew he didn’t have lunch. Bringing the bag with freshly prepared food you strolled through the hallways of the building until you arrived in front of the door, upon opening it you were surprised to see your boyfriend having company. At first it was awkward, sitting on the couch while they were working on making music, but then you started seeing things you wished you would never see. 

At first it was the laughter, then her hands who sneakily found their way all over him, after it was his glance, he looked at her just the way he used to look at you, when you both started to fall in love, the same flame that vanished from his eyes when he looked at you was now for her.

 It hurt you.

The man you claimed you loved was not yours anymore. And so you left, trying to fight back the tears that were threatening to fall, he didn’t even acknowledge your missing presence, until it was too late, you were already home for a good minute. But he felt bad and after he finished his work he left in a hurry to your house.

And there you were now, him on top of you, but instead of loving you he was imagining it was her. He wished deep down it was her with him instead of you, he wished he could kiss her, touch her, love her more than he loved you. You knew it too, you knew you drifted apart, you knew he saw her whenever he was with you, it was clear now, whatever love he had left for you faded away with the thought of her.

But things change, and so do you. You were like a star, at first you shined, you were warm and bright like a white dwarf, catching his gaze wherever you went. But now you are just a replacement, and white dwarfs get dimmer and dimmer until they eventually stop burning and go dark. Stars like you live fast and die young, detonating as supernovae, completely disintegrating themselves in the process. And that happened to you too, and the reason was a man you loved, a man you thought you would spend an eternity with, grow old and have a family with, a man named no other than Jeong Jaehyun. 

As night went dark and he went fast asleep next to you, this time not holding onto your body for warmth, you felt numb, part of you still wanted to make it work, but it felt pointless now. You let silent tears stream down your face, cuddling your own warmth, you needed to put an end to this, it was too much to handle for you.

…

The bright light of morning was accompanied by heavy rain, it was like the weather was crying for you as well, crying for a love story that was about to fade.

Sitting silently at the table, with a cup of tea in your hands, blankly staring outside the window, shifting noises were heard around your apartment.  Your boyfriend was finally awake. “Good morning” he came down, no shirt on his body, only a pair of shorts. You looked at him, oh how much your heart ached, you felt drunk, suffocated by his presence. He looked at you wondering what was on your mind, but he didn’t dare to ask because he had an odd feeling deep inside him, uneasiness. “I have to go, work will start soon.” but you still looked through him like he was made of glass. He got up, showered and dressed, he was ready to leave once again to see her, he was eager. Letting go of your cup you went up, hands resting on the table, head hanging low. How can you prepare for a moment you thought will never come? Tears were threatening to fall once again, you heard him grab his keys, it was time. The time to destroy what you built all these years. “I’m sorry” you sobbed. He turned to look at you right before exiting, wandering what took over you. He softened when he saw your state, empathy taking over his heart. “I just…can’t do this anymore.” Hesitantly Jaehyun took a step forward. “I tried. I tried so hard to make it work. But I can’t, not anymore.” He started getting anxious, but deep down he knew this was the end. “Don’t say this…” “This is the right choice, you know it too” you sobbed. “It’s not true, it’s not the end for us, we are way too deep to end it here, I will not let you go.” You scoff looking away from him. “I think it’s a bit late to fight for us now, to fight for this “relationship” or whatever you want to call it.” you said, biting your lip, trying to stop your emotions from spilling. “Do I mean nothing to you?”. You just couldn’t believe it, after everything he had done, what was left of him was just audacity. “You meant everything to me. It’s me that meant so little to you. Even now, when we are falling apart, you still claim that I wanted nothing but the worst for you.” Shaking your head, you wiped your tears. “I’m sorry for this but it’s the end of us.” You both exchanged glances one last time. “I’m sorry for relentlessly giving you every piece of me. I’m sorry for loving you so much that I tore myself for you. I’m sorry but my heart is broken into pieces, I paid my price for being with you and now I have to let you go.” He turned without a word, his hand shaking on the door knob. “I’ll never forget you, thank you for letting me love you Jaehyun.” and with that he left, the door closing loudly behind him, the echo ringing in your ears. 

This was it.

 The last time you will see him. The last time you will hold him. The last time you will call him yours.

Because in the end, the Yuno you loved, only loved you like Jaehyun would.

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joshua - handmade

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"be careful," joshua said to you as he helped you up a hill.

"i still can't believe you guys wanted to do this," you said to him as you walked up the hill with him. "next time, please find a staircase or something cause this is ridiculous."

"babe, it's not that steep," joshua replied to you.

"excuse me, but my knees don't like this at all," you said to him, feeling him squeeze your hand.

"well, just a little bit more," he said to you. you looked ahead and noticed how much of the hill you had left to climb before making it to the top, which left you sighing.

a few minutes later, you reached the top of the hill to find your friends sitting or standing with some portable grills and other picnic supplies with them.

"shua! y/n! took you guys long enough," s.coups immediately greeted you two.

"we missed the train," joshua mentioned. you two let go of hands and sat down on one of the blankets.

"here," woozi handed you a paper plate and handed another to joshua.

"thanks," you replied and started receiving food from some of the guys. "hey, can you guys choose a different place next time? this hill wanted to kill me," you asked them.

you heard your boyfriend sigh, "not this again..."

"blame the8," jun spoke up.

"hey! what's wrong with the great outdoors?" the blamed dancer asked. "we're indoors all day long. this isn't hurting anyone."

"everything is wrong with this," wonwoo spoke up before opening a soda can.

"okay, next time the location is y/n's pick then," hoshi said as he sat down after moving to another blanket.

"hey joshua hyung, how much is that sweater? it looks really nice," dino asked, changing the conversation.

you looked at your boyfriend, as did the others, to look at the sweater in question. he was wearing a sweater you had made for him as one of his anniversary gifts.

"you wouldn't have enough money for it," joshua answered dino's question.

"if you buy me lunch, i'll make you one," you said to the youngest member.

"y/n, you made it?" jeonghan asked. you nodded your head.

"y/n, can you make me one?" dino immediately asked you.

"what am i? your seamstress?" you replied back and picked up a napkin.

"you are one of our stylists," mingyu pointed out.

"so true," you said. "just text me what color, and i'll send you pictures of the materials i have," you said to the youngest member.

"really? wow, y/n's the best!" dino cheered.

"y/n is really good at making clothes," seungkwan spoke up. "you should do a fashion show or something like that," he suggested.

you shrugged. "maybe one day, but right now, i need to figure out your outfits for the music video," you replied. "i have to fix like five things and hope that the jewelry we ordered comes in on time."

"she's been working late for us," joshua mentioned to the guys.

"yea, just for some idiots that i'm friends with," you said.

"hey!”

"oh come on y/n.”

"guess i don't want a sweater anymore..."

"hey hey hey. i'll make you one. promise."

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Identity V Chinese 6th Anniversary Character Congratulations Messages (Part 1)

Part 2

Part 3

Gardener : So happy to see you again! Emma is very happy to attend the sixth anniversary party at Oletus Manor with everyone, and share happiness and touching moments together. Every day with everyone by my side, Emma is very, very happy, and I hope this happiness can be passed on forever. If you have any lovely manor stories, come and share them with Emma!

Lucky Guy : I always wonder what I can give on a day like this. Um... luck... or blessing? Well, luck. But, it's nice to have luck, right? Is there any lucky thing you can tell me?

Hell Ember : You guys! Don't set off fireworks or revelry indoors! The chairs are blocking the way, move them, and remember to put the opened treasure chests back in place... Hey, that one over there! Eat slowly, there are still many delicious foods at the banquet. Don't rush!

Doctor : It's spring again. Time flies. We have known each other for six years... It's an amazing number. It's also a long time in my life. So, have you found your "home" here?

Lawyer : I am Freddy Riley. It's been a long time since we last met. How are you doing in your work and life? I sincerely hope that you can spend a long and happy time here.

Thief : I remember that there would be occasional laughter and joy there during festivals, just like here today. It would be better if more sponsors came. Ah, look, there are big shots here! Excuse me, I'll go say hello!

Smiley Face : It's too quiet. Let me light some rockets to liven up the birthday party! Let's make some noise and laugh louder!

Coordinator : Long-term companionship is glorious and great. I am honored to have known you for six years. I wish our friendship a happy one and look forward to carrying out missions with you in the future. Happy 6th anniversary!

Gamekeeper : Happy 6th anniversary. The cake here smells so good. The animals in the forest are also restless. You are not allowed to go into the forest.

Explorer : Hi! Long time no see! Do you still remember the travel gift from last year? Do you still like it? From the fifth anniversary to the sixth anniversary, I have a lot more travel experiences to share with you this year. Please take some time to get together. No, I invite you to come and play!

Mercenary : The moments when you give it your all are well worth to be remembered. Yes, I remember you, in the middle of that lively battle. I look forward to meeting you again.

Magician : I like such lively and unique occasions. Countless artists gather in this manor, which always gives me endless inspiration! Let me see what new things these new friends of this year have created!

The Ripper : Greetings, it has been an honor to spend another One year. Here, take this rose, Let’s celebrate the 6th anniversary together.

Forward : Happy 6th anniversary! Thank you all for your kind invitation! The weather is great, the atmosphere is great, everyone is so nice, do you want to go out and have a game?

Soul Weaver : Thank you for inviting me to this birthday party again. You said you would let me participate in a wonderful performance... Thank you so much for remembering that I am an actress... I look forward to it every day.

Mechanic : Happy 6th anniversary! This year is really a very happy year. I have received a lot of love and praise, met many new friends, and learned new knowledge! In the days to come, we will always be together! I have prepared gifts for everyone who came to the anniversary party. They are still in various corners of Oletus Manor. Look for them!

The Mind's Eye : Thank you for your company this year. And for your learning and growth in the field of literature. —Ah, it was really a fulfilling year! In the future, please work hard with me!

Geisha : Happy 6th anniversary. It's been a long time since I've seen such a warm, lively and kind birthday party. I will enjoy it. Thank you for inviting me.

Priestess : In order to be together longer, and to pursue the blessings we expect, is this also out of our admiration for divinity? I like this kind of faith and sincerity. “God” will respond to every faithful believer.

The Feaster : Your prayers have been fulfilled. Wish Oletus Manor a happy 6th anniversary.

Perfumer : You have the scent of bravery, hard work and innocence. Let me think, what is the combination of... Oh? Are you asking for my perfume formula? Take a guess.

Cowboy : Thank you for inviting me to this birthday party. The sumptuous feast, the blazing bonfire, and the happy friends. All these are really nostalgic. Come on, come on, my bad, let's not say those depressing words. Cheers!

Wuchang : On a good day, I wish you happiness, health and peace.

Female Dancer : We should celebrate this day with joyful and free dance steps. Please be more confident! Come and follow my steps.

Photographer : Happy 6th anniversary, It’s an honor to be able to participate in such a grand meeting. Are you ready? This is a precious group photo from me for you all.

Seer : Blessings on the 6th anniversary. I’m grateful for your invitation, it’s still as crowded here, filled with sincerity. Prophecy can’t be according to one’s wishes, I deeply apologize, but believe my blessing is sincere.

Mad Eye : My God, what have you decorated the manor into? Balloons, flowers... these fancy things can be called decorations? Hahahaha, let me teach you how to arrange a grand banquet.

Embalmer : Thank you for your invitation. Turns out we have known each other for so long…….Thank you, I will put in effort to enjoy today’s festivity.

Dream Witch : My dear people, every year we celebrate the single-digit growth... Why don't you follow me into eternity?

Prospector : Congratulations on the 6th anniversary. There seems to be a lot more people here this year... Don't bother entertaining, I can do it myself. Thank you.

Enchantress : Happy 6th anniversary. God has blessed us and we have celebrated another year together. Every year at the banquet, there are always people who get sick from eating. I brought some herbs with me. If you need them, you can come to me.

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[archonsoflove]

His love language | part 2

featuring: childe, xiao x gender neutral! reader

cameo appearances: baizhu, capitano

{physical touch}

Visiting Snezhnaya for the first time with Childe was a shock to your system. The snow, harsh winds and the desire to never get out of bed, draped in thick furs beside a tall fireplace became your new normal over the next five months.

While the climate was starkly different to that of your home country’s – Inazuma – you found yourself enjoying having an excuse to sit just that little bit closer to Childe at gatherings. He holds your gloved hands in his tightly whenever he is able to and kisses the tip of your ice-cold nose as soon as you get indoors.

“I see Snezhnaya’s fashion suits you well,” Capitano had complimented you at a Fatui dinner. Childe had gone off to speak to Arlecchino – grudgingly – and you had been left to your own devices.

“Thank you,” you accepted his compliment politely, all too familiar with the underlying implications in the once over he had given you as he’d approached you.

“It’s a shame Tartaglia kept you hidden away from us for this long. But I can hardly blame him for keeping a treasure such as you tucked away.”

“And I think I would like to keep it that way.” Childe came sauntering over to you, a thin smile in place as he nodded his head Capitano’s way. “I see you have met my superior.”

“Yes, I have.” Your voice gives nothing away. You feel Childe’s hand on your lower back, a reassuring and steady presence.  A small chill runs down your spine, observing the two men before you. You’re glad Childe knew better than to throw you to the wolves.

That evening, Childe takes you home and claims every single part of you, whispers of mine, mine, mine on his lips as he kisses over your scars, a parallel to his own. You know he will always try his best to shield you from the danger of his line of work. And laying his claim on you ensures everyone else knows exactly who you belong to.

•

{acts of service}

Xiao has never been good with words. But over the years he has come to terms with the feelings the two of you share, in all of its mundaneness. The pain and regret that had twined inside of him, fighting, and churning in his being in such a maddening way had suddenly come to a halt when you’d shown up on his doorstep.

A healer. You had been sent from Sumeru on Baizhu’s request to inspect this Adeptus’s condition. You had never seen an illuminated beast of any sort before. And this one in particular left you awestruck.

During your time with him, you had learned of karmic debt, and the darkness that came over him in bouts of pain. A dream eater. A slave. A warrior. He had been so many things in his lifetime. But never a lover.

Learning more about each other had helped the two of you grow closer. And once he was well enough to carry out his duties again, you found that he’d linger behind you from afar, keeping a watchful eye on you.

He had never told you he loved you. But from the way he lingered in the shadows as you made your way home after a long day and followed you into the mountains as you collected herbs said enough. His unwavering devotion to the land of stone was just as steady, but so was his loyalty and service to you.

-------- 》 part 3

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[intheticklecloset]

Bungo Stray Dogs Coffee Shots #51-60

A collection of the BSD Coffee Shots I've done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories. Many are from my Lemonades Event.

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51) Lee Poe, Ler Ranpo

“Huh? Where’s my last chocolate bar?” Ranpo frowned into the basket between him and his partner, rifling through it as though it would magically make said item reappear from thin air.

Poe frowned back at him, a tiny crease on the corner of his mouth tipping the detective off that he was nervous. “But…you brought three of them. I thought they were for us to share. At least, I assumed one was for me…”

Ranpo stopped his rifling and glanced up very slowly at the taller man, who shrunk back a tiny bit. “You ate it?”

“I thought you said we were sharing this picnic,” Poe defended himself, though that worried crease never vanished. “We split everything else.”

It had been nice, actually. Poe didn’t get away from his work much, so while at first he was stressed that Ranpo was dragging him from his desk and writing tools to enjoy a lunch in the great outdoors, after a while he’d relaxed and actually found himself having a good time. He’d considered himself lucky to have a boyfriend that looked out for him.

But now…

Ranpo closed the top of the very stereotypical picnic basket and blinked. “You know I love my snacks, Eddie.”

“I…I’m sorry,” Poe tried.

“Now I’ll have to tickle you.”

The poor writer barely had a chance to register the wiggling fingers Ranpo was teasing him with before he’d been pushed onto his back on the blanket, said fingers digging roughly into his sides and ribs. He desperately tried to suppress the shriek that rose up in response, but after only a few moments he couldn’t help but toss his head back and cackle into the warm spring air, gripping the detective’s arms as he pleaded, “Nohohohohohoho, I’m sohohohohohohohory, Ran!”

“Not good enough,” his partner said matter-of-factly, though if Poe had been at all coherent he’d have seen the teasing smile on the smaller man’s face. “I won’t stop until I have you snorting with laughter.”

“Whahahahahahaha?! But thahahahahahahat’s embahahahahaharrassing – Rahahahahahahanpo!” Poe tried to squirm away, but his boyfriend plopped himself on his lap to keep him in place, tickling wildly along his ribs, sides, and belly – the trifecta of ticklishness that always had the author begging for mercy. “Plehehehehehehehease, stohohohohohohohohop!”

“You know what I want to hear~”

Then Ranpo found the special spot that made Poe spasm like he’d been electrocuted, his laughter heightening to the point it went silent, followed very shortly by a loud, adorable snort.

“There it is,” the detective said with a grin, slowing to a stop as promised. He chuckled as his boyfriend regained his breath and brushed his bangs from his eyes. “I’m just messing with you, Eddie. The last chocolate bar was for you – I just wanted an excuse to tickle you. You never let yourself really laugh unless it’s just the two of us, you know?”

Poe blushed, bringing his hand up to rest atop Ranpo’s on his cheek. “Thanks, Ran.”

Ranpo grinned with pride and leaned down to kiss him. “Anytime.”

*

52) Lee Atsushi, Ler Akutagawa

It didn’t take a genius to know that Akutagawa was not the type of man to want to partake in anything as silly and fun as a water balloon fight.

Atsushi decided he was going to try and get him to have one anyway.

It was finally warming up outside after they’d been sequestered indoors due to the weather so much (not that the weretiger was complaining; snuggling and watching movies with Aku had been his favorite thing ever), and he wanted an excuse to go outside and play around with his boyfriend in the bright sunshine.

Akutagawa – predictably – refused. So Atsushi gave him some higher stakes to fight for.

“We’ll each get three balloons – three chances to hit each other. First one to get hit with a water balloon gets tickled by the other. How about that?”

With grim determination and focus, Akutagawa declared war.

The fight had been raging for several minutes now, but thanks to the both of them being so used to each other’s fighting styles and tricks, neither had landed a single hit so far. They both had one balloon left. It was now or never.

“What happens if neither of us win?” Akutagawa asked, seeming unfazed as he stared his partner down.

Atsushi shrugged and grinned. “Then we’ll just have to resort to a tickle fight.”

The mafioso scoffed. “I think not.”

Finally, after another few minutes, Atsushi threw his final balloon – and missed.

Akutagawa gave him a predatory smile. “I do believe I’ve won this war, weretiger.”

“No way! You haven’t hit me yet—”

“But you were the first to lose all three of your weapons. Therefore…” He dropped his last balloon and lunged for him with Rashomon. Since Atsushi had let his guard down and wasn’t prepared, he was easily overpowered and pinned to the ground, at which point his boyfriend fell upon him and began tickling all over with almost excited fervor. “…you lose.”

“Wahahahahahahahait! That’s not fahahahahahahahair! Ahahahahahahahakutagawaaaa!” Atsushi squealed, struggling uselessly in Rashomon’s grip and cackling as his partner tickled him freely all over his worst spots. “You jeheheheheheheherk! This wahahahahahahasn’t the deheheheheheheheal!”

“And what are you going to do about it, weretiger?” Akutagawa taunted, smirking wickedly down at him, squeezing his hips and sides in rapid succession. “Do you intend to fight me off for real? No more games?”

“I juhuhuhuhuhuhust wahahahahahanted to hahahahahahave fun with yohohohohohou!”

“Are you not having fun now?”

Atsushi cursed, which only made the mafioso grin even wider. “You knohohohohohohow what I mehehehe-HEHEHEHEHEANT!! AHAHAHAHAHA NONONO WAHAHAHAHAHAIT, RYU—!!”

Akutagawa chuckled and leaned down to kiss the shell of his boyfriend’s ear, a single finger wiggling into his belly button as he whispered, “I’m certainly having fun, Atsushi~”

*

53) Lee Chuuya, Ler Dazai

“Hah! See that, Dazai? I made it to first base!” Dazai smirked at Chuuya, whose cheeks instantly matched his hair as he grumbled, “All right, all right. Shut up.”

When their respective bosses had decided to have an exhibition baseball game “just for fun” before the local teams started hogging the practice fields, neither side really knew what to make of the idea. Still, they’d all grudgingly come out to play…and to their surprise, found they were actually having a lot of fun, some minor scuffles and incidents aside, of course.

“I’m surprised you swung at all,” Dazai commented as he watched Higuchi come out from the Port Mafia’s dugout to bat. “You’re so small your strike zone is practically nonexistent. You could have just taken the walk.”

“Fuck off,” Chuuya snapped, shoving at him lightly before taking a foot off the bag and turning his gaze back to the game.

“You’re not going to lead?”

“Not with you playing first baseman.”

“Oh, come on, what do you think I’m gonna do?” Dazai chuckled, shoving at him lightly. “You’ll need all the help you can get to make it to second base, chibi~”

Chuuya shot him a withering stare, though his blush was not lost on the detective. “Shut up.”

“Go on,” the brunette teased, poking the mafioso’s side. “Just a step or two.”

“Don’t,” Chuuya grunted, trying to cover up a snicker. Then he yelped and instinctively tried to shimmy away as Dazai pinched him with more insistence. “Asshole, I have to get back on the bag before your guy pitches again – let me back!”

Dazai conceded and allowed him to tag the base again before Tanizaki wound up for his next pitch, but as soon as that was done, he wiggled a finger into Chuuya’s hip, forcing him off the base again with a slew of giggles.

“Dahahahahazai!” Chuuya watched as Higuchi swung and missed, fighting his way back to the base even as the detective abandoned his glove, grabbed onto his ribs, and started tickling with purpose. “Ahahahahaha, fuhuhuhuhuhuck, stop it! We’re in the mihihihihiddle of something – Dazai!”

Another couple of pitches later, Higuchi struck out, ending the half inning. Chuuya sagged in relief when Dazai let him go, then caught himself and shouted, “Just wait until you make it to third base, bastard! I’ll show you!”

Then he realized what he’d said, and how loud he’d said it, and he slapped a hand over his mouth as if it could take the words back.

On his way past him to get his glove for the outfield, Akutagawa muttered, “Keep your private lives to yourselves, sir.”

Dazai laughed hysterically the entire way back to the Armed Detective Agency’s dugout.

*

54) Lee Higuchi, Ler Gin

“Ichiyo?”

The use of her first name would have startled Higuchi more if the single word hadn’t broken into the quiet like a clap of thunder, even if it had been whispered. Everything was so silent out here, and she was so tense. She’d have been able to hear a spider crawling on the outside of the tent, she thought.

“Y-Yes?” she stammered in hushed reply.

“Are you nervous, being alone out here with me?”

At this the blonde turned toward her companion, though she could make out nothing but the outline of her sleeping bag in the darkness. “I…of course not, Miss Akutagawa.”

There was a rustling, and Gin sat up. Higuchi was able to see her full outline now – long, flowing hair and graceful curves. She was suddenly grateful for the dark.

“Are you worried that my brother will be angry?”

Higuchi shivered. “No – well…yes, I suppose. But that’s not why I’m—” She cut herself off just before she admitted aloud that she was, in fact, very nervous.

Gin was silent for a moment, and then she was crawling over to where Higuchi lay. “I’m not like him, you know. Not in that way. And if he tries to do anything to you, I’ll kill him myself.”

“It’s only natural he’d be concerned for you, Miss Akutagawa,” Higuchi replied quietly, watching Gin’s every move like a hawk. “You’re the only family he has.”

“How many times must I tell you to call me Gin?”

The closeness of Akutagawa’s sister was nerve-wracking enough even before Higuchi suddenly felt gentle presses into her sleeping bag, searching for an opening. “W-What are you doing?”

Gin found purchase then, and a smile could be heard in her voice as she replied, “This.”

Giggles bubbled up from the blonde’s lips before she could hope to quell them. She slapped a hand over her mouth to muffle herself as Gin gently pinched and traced her ribs, her sides, even her back – anywhere she could reach in the darkness.

“M-Mihihihiss Akutagahahahawa,” she sputtered, blushing furiously, trying to roll over or squirm away but impeded by the very sleeping bag she lay in. “Plehehehehehease!”

“Relax, Ichiyo. I’m the one who suggested this camping trip, remember? It’s all on me if Ryuunosuke gets upset about it.”

“Thahahahahahat dohohohohoesn’t hehehehehelp—”

“Why not?”

“Behehehehehecause…!” Higuchi squealed when Gin found her hips, covering her mouth again and blindly reaching for the other woman. “Ehehehehehe! Plehehehehehease stohohohohohop, Miss—”

“Gin,” Gin insisted, squeezing her hips again.

Higuchi barely bit back a shriek as she finally found her companion’s arms in the darkness of the tent and gripped them for dear life, pleading, “Gihihihihihihin!”

At last the tickling stopped, leaving the blonde gasping for breath and smiling up at where she knew the dark-haired woman was, barely able to regain her thoughts before she felt another kind of tickle – this one the puff of breath on her cheek as Gin leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“Besides, when we’re so far from Yokohama, he can’t stop us from having a little fun~”

*

55) Lee Dazai, Ler Chuuya

“Chuuya left me all alooooone,” Dazai lamented pathetically, flopping back onto his beach towel with the back of his hand to his forehead like a damsel in distress. “I’ve been so lonely!”

Chuuya, for his part, merely rolled his eyes as he sat beside him on his own towel, still dripping from his dip in the ocean. “Shut up, mackerel. I left to cool down for like, five minutes, tops.”

“So loooooonely!”

The mafioso scoffed, but he was struggling to hide his smirk at this point. He knew Dazai was more interested in soaking up the sun than actually getting in the water on today’s outing – one of their exceedingly rare shared days off – but he couldn’t help but share the sentiment that he hadn’t wanted to be away for too long. They rarely got to see each other outside of fighting on the job; he didn’t want to waste it not being with him.

Still…

“You’re being so dramatic,” he murmured, reaching down to poke Dazai’s exposed ribs. “Did you seriously miss me that much?”

Dazai squeaked and grinned, eyes shooting up to meet Chuuya’s. “You were gone for so long!”

“Again, five minutes at most.” The redhead didn’t even try to hide his smirk at this point, swinging a leg over to straddle his partner’s hips as he trailed his fingers up and down Dazai’s bare torso. “Chill out, would ya? We’re trying to relax today.”

“I ahahahaham relahahahaxed,” Dazai giggled, unsure what to do with his arms as the mafioso tickled him. It was obvious he didn’t want to fight back, but he didn’t want to put his hands up and surrender so easily, either. Instead he settled for waving them around in an uncoordinated and random pattern that had even Chuuya grinning with amusement.

“Idiot,” he chuckled, quickly daring his hands up to scribble in Dazai’s armpits, immediately making the detective settle on a decision and shoot them down protectively.

“W-WAHAHAIT – NOT THEHEHEHERE!! NOT HEHEHEHEHERE!!” he cried helplessly, laughing louder and trying to cover up his mouth with one hand while pushing at Chuuya with the other. “CHUUYA!!”

The redhead smirked but did as he was asked and moved back to a less ticklish spot. “All right, fine. You don’t want everyone to hear how ticklish you are. I get it.”

“Shuhuhuhuhush,” Dazai shot back halfheartedly, giggling contentedly as Chuuya scribbled over his ribs. “Ehehehehehehehe, Chuhuhuhuhuhuuya!”

“Still feeling lonely?” Chuuya asked.

Dazai’s smile was entirely genuine when he replied, “Nohohohohohoho.”

“Good. Then you won’t mind if I get back in the water?”

“Chuuyaaaaaa!”

Chuuya couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m messing with you, dumbass. You know I won’t stop until you’re good and done.”

Dazai decided to use his flailing arms to cover his blushing face in response.

*

56) Lee Akutagawa, Ler Atsushi

“Tell me you’re not wearing that coat on the beach, Ryu.”

“You know I am.”

Atsushi did know, and despite how out of place he knew it would make his boyfriend look, he understood why he insisted on wearing it. They’d be in a public place, surrounded by potential threats. He needed – wanted – to have it on him.

“All right,” the weretiger conceded, putting his prepacked beach bag by the door and turning to face his partner with a small smile. “But before we go out there and you roast alive inside that thing…can I at least see you shirtless in here?”

Akutagawa paused. He considered for a long few moments, then slowly shrugged out of his black overcoat and draped it gently across the bed. Thin white fingers moved to the top button of his shirt, sliding to each next one slower than the last. By the time he’d reached the last two, he’d stopped entirely, visibly torn.

“Weretiger…”

“It’s okay,” Atsushi said hurriedly, moving to stand in front of him, wrapping his arms around his partner’s waist. “You don’t have to. I’m impressed you got that far, actually.”

Akutagawa seemed to relax, relieved he wasn’t being pressured into taking a step he wasn’t entirely ready for. “One day,” he promised.

“I know,” Atsushi murmured, kissing his cheek. “Don’t rush yourself, all right? Only when you’re ready, Ryu.”

Akutagawa kissed him to show his gratitude, wrapping his arms around Atsushi’s shoulders.

Atsushi kissed him back for a minute, then pulled away and grinned. “You know, you did get most of the shirt unbuttoned.”

“I did.”

“Which means you’ve given me access to most of your upper body.”

“…weretiger?”

Atsushi slipped his fingers into Akutagawa’s open shirt, gently scribbling along his upper ribs, fully prepared for the struggling that would follow. He giggled along with his boyfriend as they collapsed onto the bed together, Atsushi on top, tickling easily and ruthlessly as Aku grunted and whimpered and essentially did everything in his power not to laugh.

“Come on, Ryu,” Atsushi teased softly, grasping his wrists and pushing them above his head when he tried to fight back, his free hand shifting into a half-tiger form with long, unbearably ticklish claws. He raked them gently along his boyfriend’s skin, but it was enough to make Akutagawa very nearly scream as he finally dissolved into raspy laughter.

“Gahahahahahahahaha! Stohohohohohohohop, weretihihihihihiger!” he cried, face lit up in a bright smile despite himself. He struggled uselessly, though it was clear he wasn’t uncomfortable with the situation. Just caught off-guard. “I hahahahahahahahate you!”

“I just want to see you smile,” Atsushi cooed, purposely digging his claws in a little rougher, searching for the ultimate weak spots along the backs of Akutagawa’s ribs, enjoying how his struggling turned more frantic, his laughter more panicked.

“Nohohohohoho, no! Dohohohohon’t – not thahahahahahat spot, plehehehehehehease, weretiger!” Akutagawa begged, eyes alight with something akin to playfulness. Then his partner found the sweet spot, and he arched his back and screeched, “NOHOHOHOHOHO!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA FUHUHUHUHUHUCK, STOHOHOHOHOHOHOP IT!!”

Atsushi smiled lovingly down at him as he writhed and cackled. “But I’m not going to get to do this all day. I want to get my fill now, Ryuunosuke~” He whispered the last word directly in his boyfriend’s ear, knowing it would make him go crazy.

Sure enough, Akutagawa howled with mirth, kicking uselessly and trying to squirm out of Atsushi’s grip, his adorable dimples finally making their appearance. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE, ATSUSHI!! ANYWHEHEHEHEHEHEHERE BUT THEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!!”

Atsushi eventually moved on to tickle other spots, but not before he leaned down to soak up all of Akutagawa’s rare, crazed laughter with a passionate kiss.

*

57) Lee Tachihara, Ler Chuuya

Chuuya plopped down with the large bowl of popcorn unceremoniously, stuffing a handful into his mouth as he mumbled, “All right, what crap are we watching today?”

Tachihara gave him a look. “Don’t get too excited, now.”

“Tch, what? You always pick bad movies. I’m just bracing myself.”

“Because your movies are so much better.”

“Excuse me for preferring something other than blood and gore horror!”

“That’s literally your life; how can you be so squeamish?”

“It’s because it’s my life that I want something else, asshole!”

Chuuya huffed to himself, but inwardly he couldn’t help but feel giddy at the exchange. He didn’t really have what he’d consider friends in his life; even calling Tachihara anything other than a coworker was pushing it, really, but it was the closest thing he had to any kind of friendly relationship besides that stupid Dazai, and sometimes he just wanted to hang out with the other redhead.

Even if most of their conversations did go like this.

“Fine, what do you want to watch, boss?” Tachihara groaned, reaching for a handful of popcorn.

“Why would I tell you? You always laugh at my choices.”

“Because they’re lame romcoms.”

“Not all of them!” Chuuya protested.

Tachihara smirked. “Well, I guess there was that one time you wanted to try a darker romance and you got more than you bargained for—”

“You shut your mouth!” Chuuya snapped, throwing a handful of popcorn at the other man, who flinched and laughed. Annoyed – but still feeling oddly playful – the mafioso set the bowl aside and lunged for Tachihara, tackling him onto the cushions of the couch and finding purchase in his ribs. “Fine, you want to laugh? I’ll give you something to laugh about!”

“Ah! Nohohohoho, wahahahahait – no fahahahahahair! Don’t tihihihihihihickle me!” Tachihara cackled despite himself, trying to curl up but failing miserably. He squirmed and laughed under Chuuya’s surprisingly gentle onslaught, trying to push him away. “You ahahahahahass! We can wahahahahahatch whatever, just lehehehehehemme go!”

“Maybe I wanna teach you a little respect for your superiors first, Band-Aid.”

“Oh, sohohohohoho orihihihihiginal! Nihihihihice insult – gah, shihihihihihit!” Tachihara arched his back with a shriek when Chuuya dove a hand into his armpit. “Fine, okahahahahay, you win! I respehehehehehehect you! Fuhuhuhuhucker, let me gohohohohoho!”

Chuuya scoffed. “Sounds like you respect me.” But he relented anyway, settling back into his original position and picking up the bowl of popcorn.

Tachihara groaned as he sat up, then swiped the bowl from his boss and stuffed another handful of buttery kernels into his mouth. “I do, you know. Respect you.”

Chuuya yanked the bowl back. “Shut up and pick one of your lame horror flicks, Tachi.”

The other redhead smirked to himself as he grabbed the remote and began to scroll through the options. Being friends with Chuuya was…interesting. But it certainly was never boring, and he liked it that way.

*

58) Lee Atsushi, Ler Dazai

“I would have to tell you,” Dazai murmured in a low, teasing voice in time with the man on the TV screen, “you have bewitched me body and soul—”

“Dazai!” Atsushi squealed, covering up his blushing face as his partner slid an arm around his waist and pulled him closer.

“And I love…I love…I love you~”

Atsushi burst into giggles. “Shut up!”

“I never wish to be parted from you from this day on,” Dazai teased, whispering into his ear directly now.

“Stoooooop,” Atsushi whined, shoving at his chest and turning his face away, red as a strawberry. He was already flustered enough as it was, but then the brunette leaned into kiss his neck, and he scrunched up into another round of giggles. “Dahahazai!”

The detective chuckled softly, the arm around his waist sliding up to squeeze his side and make him jump in his seat, barely aware of the couple onscreen anymore.

“Isn’t it just so romantic, Atsushi?” he sighed dreamily, kissing his neck and ears and softly squeezing up and down his side and hip. “I do love that word choice. Bewitched. Makes it all sound so naughty.”

Atsushi didn’t even know what to do with himself anymore other than giggle and squirm, but Dazai’s arms around him kept him from even doing the latter half of that. He felt like he would combust, his face was so hot.

“Dahahahahahazai,” he whined. “Plehehehehehehease!”

“Hmm?” The detective hummed innocently, grinning against his jaw as he placed a kiss there. “Don’t you like my affection, dearest?”

Atsushi did – he liked it quite a lot, really – but he always felt so undeserving of it. So when the brunette was showering him with love like this, he didn’t know what to do other than protest and blush wildly. Not that the second one of those was in his control.

“Maybe you’d like it more if there were more tickles?” Dazai teased, bringing his other hand into the mix now, scribbling and squeezing along both of his sides and even up to his ribs now, and Atsushi let out a shriek as he finally toppled over, his partner right behind him, trapping him and tickling him consistently but gently, knowing he wasn’t entirely used to the sensation yet.

“Nohohohohoooo! Dazai, plehehehehehehease!” Atsushi whined, the giggles being pulled out of him making him feel loads lighter despite his reservations.

Dazai grinned down at him. “Please what? You haven’t specified, my love~”

“Dahahahahahazai!”

“Well…if you won’t tell me what you want, I can only assume you mean please keep going, right, dearest?” The brunette leaned down to kiss his cheeks and nose and lips in rapid succession, never letting up on his tickling onslaught. “Anything for you, my adorable Atsushi~”

*

59) Lee Fyodor, Ler Dazai

“Samyy dorogoy,” Fyodor murmured, seemingly unbothered despite his position. “I know you’re not seriously about to do what I think you are.”

Dazai smirked. “Do you know? Or are you just trying not to beg me?”

“We’re supposed to be stargazing.”

“You are stargazing.”

“Am I?”

“Of course.” Dazai beamed. “What stars could be prettier than the ones in my eyes?”

Fyodor snorted, but the tiniest quirk of his lips was everything to the detective.

Their night had started innocently enough. They’d been taking in the constellations together, Fyodor’s head in Dazai’s lap in a rare gesture of intimacy the Russian almost never allowed. Dazai, for his part, had been murmuring sweet nothings and kissing his fingers and just generally getting him so relaxed that he wouldn’t be prepared for the fast one he inevitably intended to pull.

“The fast one” being forcing Fyodor’s arms above his head and sitting on them so he was trapped in a precarious position, his weakest spots wide open.

“Besides,” the detective said now, beginning his assault without any pomp or circumstance whatsoever. “It’s not like a little tickling is going to kill you or anything~”

Fyodor clamped his lips shut, but it was a useless endeavor and he knew it. Within moments he was giggling helplessly, and within a minute he was cackling, arching his back and kicking his legs in a frantic effort to escape his partner’s devious clutches.

Dazai dug into his armpits with an unfair amount of vigor, relishing the screeches and loud laughter he got for his efforts.

“There now, see? Doesn’t it feel good to laugh, my love?”

“DAHAHAHAHAHAZAI!!” Fyodor nearly screamed, unable to help the cascades of hysterical laughter that flew out of him at the detective’s precise touch. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IT!! POZHAHAHAHAHAHALUSTAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Watching his conniving, brilliant partner lost in the throes of his own mirth like this was heaven on Earth to Dazai, and so he couldn’t quite bring himself to let up so soon. “Aww, but I only just got started, bunny~ I want to hear you beg me, remember?”

Fyodor cursed his name and laughed until he was nearly breathless, writhing and pleading for mercy all the way.

*

60) Switches Shin Soukoku

There were a lot of things about Akutagawa that Atsushi found cute. His scowl, his smirks, the way he’d sometimes tuck a strand of hair behind his ear only for the wind to immediately blow it back into his face, his dimples – the list went on, truly.

But without a doubt, one of the most adorable things about him was the way he desperately fought to hold in his mirth when Atsushi was tickling him.

He was doing it now – laying on the grass with the weretiger on top of him, one of his hands clamped across his mouth to muffle himself, the other gripping his partner’s shoulder and trying to push him away, his face turning darker red with each passing second.

“Give it up,” Atsushi teased in a low purr that he knew would drive his partner crazy. “You know you can’t hold out forever, Ryu~”

To prove his point, he dragged his fingers down his partner’s bony ribs in a raking motion that made him arch his back and positively cackle from behind his hand.

With a triumphant smirk, Atsushi used his tiger’s strength to rip said hand from his lips and repeat the raking motion, forcing Akutagawa to screech and laugh openly, the raspiness of it making the weretiger’s heart soar.

“Cheheheheheheheater!” Aku accused, both hands trying to push him away now, his mirth apparent and uncontrollable. “We’re in the ohohohohohohopen – Ahahahahahahatsushi!”

“Whaaaaat? We chose a private part of the park on purpose, remember?” Atsushi giggled, digging his thumb into the flesh just below Akutagawa’s ribs.

The mafioso threw his head back and keened, tapping out within seconds. “FUHUHUHUCKING STAHAHAHAHAHAP ALREHEHEHEHEHEADY!!”

With a mock pout, Atsushi did as he was asked and let him breathe, running his hand up and down his thigh instead. “Fiiiiine. But no one saw, you know. I wouldn’t tickle you in public unless I knew we were alone.”

Akutagawa paused, taking an extra second to catch his breath before asking, “Are you sure we’re alone?”

Atsushi brushed his bangs from his eyes. “Of course, Ryu.”

Suddenly the weretiger felt the ground against his back as his partner flipped the script and took up a position on top, grinning downright wickedly as he forced his hand under Atsushi’s shirt to wiggle a finger directly into his belly button.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA WHAHAHAHAHAT?! NO FAHAHAHAHAHAHAIR!!” Atsushi screamed, laughter bursting out of him before he could take a big enough breath to accommodate for it. He writhed on the ground and tried to squirm away, but Akutagawa’s knees were pressed firmly against his hips, keeping him in place as he tickled. “EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE RYUUUUU!!”

“Whaaaat?” Akutagawa mocked, grinning at the hysterics he was producing with just a single finger. “You said yourself no one was watching, weretiger. It’s only fair you take what you dish out.”

#fanfiction #tickle drabbles #coffee shots #quick prompts #sentence starters #compilation #bungo stray dogs #bsd #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #soukoku #skk #atsushi nakajima #akutagawa ryuunosuke #shin soukoku #sskk #higuchi ichiyo #gin akutagawa #higugin #ranpo edogawa #bsd edgar allan poe #ranpoe #tachihara michizou #fyodor dostoevsky #fyozai #dazatsu #tickling #ticklish #tickle

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Candy Coated [Chapter Six] In Motion [Buddha]

A/n: without further ado, another beautiful art piece by Somanoko from AO3.

Tag list: @useless-potatho , @tojibreedingme, @quinloki, @yingxian, @2lottie2, @lunas-nova , @anduinandwrathionlover, @tiredfairy, @the-queen-of-sorrows , @alientee, @lawlietliet, @hanaibea, @69your-best-night-mare69

Warning(s): Buddha without a shirt, plot, raw emotions, confusion, female reader.

Even in the God Realm boredom is inevitable. 

You turn onto your side for the third time, closing your eyes, but sleep doesn't come. It's easy to imagine why; you are wide awake, having slept the majority of the day to quell your boredom. And now that you are awake, there isn't an excuse to remain in bed anymore. 

Stretching your aching body, you toss your legs over the side of the bed and stand. You aren't sure what to do with your time, but anything is better than this. 

Once you're dressed in one of your new outfits, you leave the room and head to the main hall to see what Buddha is up to, but unfortunately, he isn't there. Neither is Jataka for that matter, which doesn't surprise you; he likes to explore given the chance. You sigh in frustration, opting whether or not to return to your room, but you suddenly remember the cord around your ankles. 

Following it, you are led to the village outside the temple. Near the bank of the nearby stream, you find Buddha resting on his side facing the water, but upon your approach, he peers over his shoulder and smiles.

"So you're awake now."

"I've been awake," you state, sitting beside him. "It's a shame that it's such a pretty day and yet I feel so bored."

Buddha snorts. 

"I can tell."

Can he? It's good to know that the tether works both ways, but it doesn't seem to affect him as much as you. It's strange, but not unexplainable considering who Buddha is. His peaceful nature overpowers yours, and though it's not a bad feeling - quite the opposite - you find it overwhelming in the sense that you feel insignificant.

Would he assure you that you aren't if you were to tell him? 

"Is that why you're out here?" You ask, curious. Your previous thought goes out the window. 

"It's a pretty day, as you said," Buddha answers. "Is there something you want to do? You can explore as you wish." 

You hum. Honestly, you aren't sure. Buddha had given you free rein of the realm, but you always felt more comfortable by his side. 

"Can we do something together?"

Buddha sits up and grins. 

"What did you have in mind?"

Your face heats up in embarrassment. Even though this realm is associated with him, he doesn't seem to mind giving you the choice. It's considerate of him. You glance around the village attempting to come up with an idea, but you aren't sure. It really is a gorgeous day; too gorgeous to waste indoors.

"How do you feel about going for a swim?" You ask. 

"The water in the stream is as cold as ice," Buddha points out. 

He's right. You hum in thought, remembering your trip to the ghostland. 

"What about the Human Realm beach, since we're linked? I mean… If you want to. I can always think of something else for us to do."

Buddha stands, then offers his hand to you. 

"If you want to go, then I'll take you."

You grab his hand and smile, thankful. 

It takes less time for you to prepare than Buddha, considering you don't have the swimwear to change into. You opt for your modern outfit since you don't mind getting it wet, then you wait for him in the main hall.

When he arrives you are in shock, not by the amount of snacks in his hands, but by the way he's dressed, wearing a pair of modern swim trunks you didn't know he owned and nothing else.

I've always known that he was stacked but this is unexpected. Why must he be this hot?

You aren't sure whether you want to scold Yue-Lao or thank him for putting you in this fated lovers trope, straight out of a manga. Even in a tank top, his curves aren't visibly this delicious, you know, you've looked. 

But honestly, you expected as much, considering you had your legs around his waist the time he carried you while in the ghostland. You just never thought you'd see the Buddha without a shirt. 

"Are you OK?" Buddha asks in concern. 

"I think so," you admit. 

You are aware that your face is red, you can feel it burning in embarrassment. Respectfully, you avert your eyes. The image of him is already burned in your mind though; it's too late to erase it, but you don't want to come off as a creep for taking pleasure in the eye candy flaunting itself in front of you.

"I'm ready when you are," you state. 

Buddha hums. 

"Can you put your hand on me? We have to be touching to do this and mine are full."

Is he serious? No one asked him to bring so many snacks. You take a deep breath and reach up, touching his hand. 

The scrolls suddenly appear, consuming you both, then a moment later, you are beneath a wooden pier on the beach. The sea breeze tosses your hair, cooling your heated face as it whooshes beneath the dock. All the embarrassing thoughts from before vanish, replaced with a feeling of happiness as you retract your hand and step out in the sun. 

The heat beats down on you, but luckily it isn't too unbearable. You notice there are hundreds of people up and down the beach, but most are to themselves. You don't imagine anyone will accidentally walk through you today, a shiver runs down your spine at the thought. 

You locate a clear spot a bit away from the living and stand near the water's edge, relishing in the cool but soothing feel of the water as it rolls onto the shore. The wet and sticky sand beneath your feet sinks between your toes making you smile with glee. 

"Come in with me, Shaka!" You shout, motioning him over. 

The God grins. After setting down his snacks, he stands with you on the shore, walking into the waves once you are ready. 

You pout the moment you return to the temple, feeling exhausted. 

"Those waves were vicious."

Every time a powerful wave rolled in, it knocked you off your feet and pulled you back to the shore. They were strong and unforgiving, forcing you to cling to Buddha, though he didn't seem to mind. 

A sudden memory makes you snort in laughter.

"But not as vicious as that seagull who kept coming back for your popcorn."

Buddha had given it a little, but it kept coming back, more persistent than ever. It was cute to witness, hearing the God talk about moderation to the little bird who didn't want to listen. You almost believe he would have shared the entire bag with him if it was healthy for it. 

"He wanted to eat so I fed him," Buddha mentions. He reaches up and removes the crown-shaped band from his hair, allowing the wet strands to fall down his back. 

You stare in awe. He looks gorgeous with his hair down. An urge to run your fingers through it consumes you. 

"Do you mind if I play with your hair?"

Buddha grins. 

"Let's change first, then I'm yours."

Your face heats up. Ignoring the innocent comment, you nod in agreement, then rush back to your room to change out of your sandy wet clothes. You need a warm bath or shower, but the chance to run your fingers through Buddha's hair is too good to give up. 

Once you return, the God in question is seated on his round chaise. He motions for you to join him and with some hesitation, due to a sudden overwhelming sense of shyness, you crawl on, sitting behind him. You try to settle your mind, but the way you are sitting puts you so close to him, enough to smell the salty scent of the ocean in his hair mixed with something deliciously sweet. 

"You smell nice," you admit. 

"You'd be surprised at how often people say that," Buddha retorts.

A grin spreads across your face and with a newfound calmness, you slide your fingers through his damp hair, gathering enough in your hands to braid. 

"I like your hair down," you confess. "It suits you. Though to be honest, it looks good pulled up too."

"You think so?" Buddha asks with a hum. 

You agree with a quiet mm-hmm. 

"I can feel how conflicted you are, how annoyed. I haven't felt these types of afflictions since I became enlightened," Buddha states suddenly. 

You widen your eyes. 

"I'm sorry. I recently became aware that our tethers work both ways when it comes to emotions. I always sense such happiness and peace from you, I can't imagine how terrible you must feel having to experience mine." 

"It's not terrible," Buddha admits. "I've learned to control disturbing emotions, so it doesn't bother me nor does it have the power to distract me. Though that doesn't mean I can't see that it bothers you."

For a moment you are uncertain of what to say. But you reckon coming clean will ease your mind a bit. 

"I'm worried that I'm losing what makes me who I am. I like sharing your emotions. You have no idea how warm you make me feel, but I want to find those emotions myself. I don't want to feel like they're being forced on me."

"So you weren't happy today?" Buddha asks. 

You raise a brow. Of course, you were. 

"I didn't imprint my emotion on you. That was all you. I could see the enjoyment in your eyes to know that what you felt was your own. And what I felt was genuine."

You understand what he means. You aren't losing who you are, you are merely sharing a part of yourself with Buddha and vice versa. The emotion is there, however, it's being overwhelmed by his own because he isn't controlled by certain emotions as you are. 

"This soulmate business is much deeper than I thought," you utter. "We're so unharmonized."

Buddha snorts.

"The old man is as vague as ever."

No kidding. Yue-Lao could at least give you an instruction manual.

"I don't quite understand why we're soulmates, but I like being here," you admit. 

The entire transaction from life to death had gone much smoother than expected with Buddha's help, along with Jataka of course. 

"Perhaps you might even join me in enlightenment one day." 

Perhaps. It's a nice thought. 

"Am I interrupting something?" Asks an unfamiliar voice. 

You jerk in fright, peering over Buddha's shoulder to see someone at the entrance to the main hall, a man with short blond hair wearing hakama pants. 

"Kin-chan! You came by," Buddha states. He hums and tilts his head. "But you didn't bring any of your candy."

"Maybe next time," the man promises. 

You feel as if he didn't come by to bring Buddha candy, whoever he is. 

"Um… Should I–"

"Come and meet my soulmate," Buddha interrupts. 

Your face turns red. What is he doing? 

"I remember you tellin' me you had one,'' the man states as he walks closer. "My name is Sakata Kintoki, one of the Einherjar."

"So, it's official," Buddha mentions with a hum.

Einherjar?

You lift Buddha's arm, sliding beneath it so that you can greet Kintoki. He smiles upon hearing your name. But his smile soon fades as he glances at the God again. 

"It's not completely official yet, but I came by to let you know I'm on the roster."

You have no idea what he's talking about. 

"As I thought. That's a good move on Bu-chan's part," Buddha retorts. "It all comes down to whether she can sway the other Gods now." 

Kintoki agrees with a nod. 

"If she does, then there's no doubt you'll be on the roster too, for the Gods."

"You think so?" Buddha asks with a snort. "That does seem like something the old man would do."

This isn't a conversation you feel as though you should listen to. It doesn't make sense; it almost sounds like they are talking about participating in a tournament of some kind. But what sort of tournament? 

"It should be interesting," Buddha added. 

Kintoki agrees and then says his goodbyes, leaving you with more questions with answers.

"Shaka?"

"You will see soon enough."

Something tells you this has to do with the upcoming meeting. You have a bad feeling about it. Something strange is going on in the background. 

A warm hand on your head does little to soothe you, but you appreciate the gesture. 

"It'll be fine," Buddha mentions. 

You have your doubts. 

#record of ragnorak fandom #buddha ror #record of ragnorak fanfic #buddha x reader #female reader

[romanoffsbish]

Always on my Mind

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Natasha Romanoff x Meddling!Ass (😂)

Natasha Romanoff x Maria Hill

Requested by @beenicejoy

Thank you for the request, I might’ve taken it a little more risqué than requested, but who doesn’t enjoy that 😳😂

Warnings: Sexual themes(18+), Cursing

•~~~~~~~~~~~~••~~~~~~~~~~~~• (Past)

*thoughts*

Wanda was peacefully sitting underneath a tree, reading a book while her fellow Avengers played a game of football; sparing a fleeting glance your way every so often just to see as you shuffled through your shield paperwork.

Leave it to you to work on a day off.

"You're staring again..." Natasha teases, as she settles down beside her close friend and passes her a lemonade.

"I have no clue what you're on about Nat." She feigns unawareness, flipping to the next page of her book even if she didn't exactly finish the last one.

"She's a smitten kitten, why don't you just make your move already?"

—————

Wanda remains silent, choosing to ignore Natasha in the hopes that she'd just drop it. However, she should've known better, seeing as the assassin will stop at nothing to get what she wants.

"You know, I might've intentionally overheard a conversation earlier, and it seems like Carol has plans to make a move on her at the party tonight..." Natasha calmly relays.

Wanda sighs dramatically, reluctantly closing her book, and turning to glare at the Russian. It's honestly a fair question, the witch has been interested in you for quite some time, and anyone with eyes can see you're fairing no better, but she's also really enjoyed this cat and mouse game she's been playing with you.

Now though, she's guessing it's time to bring it all to an end, and that means she must find the perfect number for tonight's events.

"Wear the maroon suit." Natasha humorously shouts out after her friend as she watches Wanda's oh so "cool" form silently heading indoors.

•~~~~~~~~~~~~••~~~~~~~~~~~~•

Wanda had been working out with Natasha when the AI announced that there was an emergency meeting that required all avengers to be in attendance. The urgent nature of the message left the women in their gym attire, they entered the room with thin layers of  sweat upon their skin, and towels around their necks.

"Thank you all for joining us, I'm sorry for the urgent message, however I'm currently pressed for time, and I'd like you to meet Y/N Y/L/N. She'll be transferring over to assist in covert missions, some of you already know her, the rest of you best be good to her, I'll know if you're not." Fury announces, then swiftly leaves the room, leaving the seemingly shy woman up front.

"Hey Y/N/N." Natasha greets, standing up to pull you into her embrace.

"Hey Natty..." You sweetly greet, and the entire room is full of gasping individuals.

"Natt—."

"Watch yourself Stark, Y/N and I here go way back. Now, let me introduce you all in an orderly fashion then you'll be excused." Natasha firmly announces, before going through everyone outside of the Sokovian.

Wanda watched you closely, admiring your subtle beauty—observing the gentle smile upon your face, and your seemingly docile nature as you shook everyone's hands.

Which is why when she stood to introduce herself she nearly choked at your forming thoughts.

*Jesus, your beauty is unrivaled, the media portrayal certainly doesn't do you justice.*

"Hi, you must be Wanda, I've heard so much about you." You greet with that stupid—gorgeous—smile on your face.

"Oh no, if it's coming from her, then I'm almost certain I should be worried." Wanda teases, somehow keeping her cool while pretending she didn't just hear you call her beautiful.

*Yeah, only the boring stuff... Looking at you now though, I'm almost certain you're a wild card.*

"Mostly." You tease back, subtly winking her way before linking arms with Nat as she ushers the both of you out of the room.

Once out of the room Nat locks her gaze with yours for a silent conversation, so you promptly drop your arm from hers.

"Alright, it was truly lovely to finally meet you Wanda, I'll see you around. Nat, I'll be setting up my room if you need me. Have a good workout ladies."

*Whatever you're doing, it's clearly working*

Wanda immediately blushes, not missing the way that your eyes had carefully roamed over her body. Then as soon as you're out of sight Wanda turns to Nat who's already staring back at her with a knowing smirk.

"You know, she's single." The Russian teases while walking backwards towards the gym, and Wanda simply glares her way before sighing in complete exasperation.

"I didn't say anything..." She grumbles, and the redhead laughs rather boisterously as she runs on ahead of her with a prominent pout.

•~~~~~~~~~~~~••~~~~~~~~~~~~•

While slowly working on your paperwork you took notice of the way that Wanda annoyedly leaves your mutual best friends side, and you shake your head knowing she must've been teasing her about one thing or another.

Natasha Romanoff was many things, but above all else—that girl was a tease.

•~~~~~~~~~~~~••~~~~~~~~~~~~•

"Y/N/N, whatcha reading?" Natasha asks, boredom ever present in her tone, which usually only ever means trouble.

"A Walk to Remember by Nicholas Spark."

"Oh God, absolutely not!" She says with a whole body cringe, then quite literally rips the book from your hand, tossing it across the common room as if it had burned her.

"Natasha, what the hell?" You gasp indignantly, looking up to see her face remains neutral and her shoulders shrug.

"I had to save you from yourself, come now, we have far better things we could be doing!" She instructs, then pulls your reluctant form from the love chair and out of the room.

—

"Swimming? That's the 'better thing' I should be doing?" You groan, taking your place in the lounging chair, then to Natasha's dismay you pull out another Nicholas Spark book.

"You're absolutely insufferable Y/N/N! Put the tragic romance novel down, and see if you can live out your very own."

"My very own tragic romance?" You snort out in question, raising a brow at her, and she smirks your way.

"Yeah, that's what you and witchy are living the more you both run from the inevitable."

Before you can slap at your rather annoying friend she's diving into the outdoor pool, and you're opening "The Notebook," and settling down into the chair. The peace is short lived as the distinct smell of 'Lavender—Vanilla' surrounds you, and it's then that you're reminded that this is Wanda's swim time.

*There's that sweet perfume that just makes her even more irresistible.*

"Hiya stranger!" Wanda greets from behind your chair, internally cringing at the awkward way that she's chosen to greet you, but nonetheless she rounds the chair to be stood before you.

"What brings you around these parts?" She inquires playfully, duly noting the genre of book in your hand, and gently smiling your way to ease any rising tension she's sensing.

"Well, Natasha 'Little Shit' Romanoff threw my other book on the floor then brought me to the swimming pool to 'save me'." You reply with an edge to your voice, but once you meet her stare your tension fades away.

*Well damn, she looks like an actual Goddess, and here I am looking like a bum... It's true—God has favorites, because the way the sun is just casting a glow over her is truly angelic, and that smile—Jesus, one might think she's trying to kill me...*

"You sure you're not just here to watch me go swimming? Romanoff's not even here." She teases, knowing good and well that Natasha just snuck away, but really she wants to see you squirming—maybe she is out to kill...

"I-Uh-I swear she was just here." You stutter out, gaze falling to the now empty pool, and you sigh in frustration.

*Meddling little asshole, I swear to God she better watch her back...*

"I'm just kidding Y/N/N, I just saw her sneak into the garden. Might as well stay and keep me company though, you can kill her for abandoning you later." She lightheartedly relays with a playful smile, then ends it with a wink before dropping her coverall and revealing her bikini clad body.

*Fucking hell... How can one human just continue to be so perfect... Maybe I won’t have to destroy Nat…*

Wanda smirks to herself before diving into the pool, as you settle back into your lounge chair, book settled in your lap and eyes cast to the beauty in the pool before you.

•~~~~~~~~~~~~••~~~~~~~~~~~~•

"Y/N!"

Oh no... Wanda's gone, so now she's here to bother you.

"Romanoff..." You dully greet, taking no notice of the scowl on her face at your response, but she continues plotting anyways.

"Let's go shopping! We can spend all of Tony's money, get you something nice for the party so that you can impress Wanda, and maybe give you the confidence to finally make a move..."

"Nat, she doesn't want me, let it —."

Natasha scoffs at your blasphemous statement, then drags you off the field against your will towards her car, silently shoving you in. Sounds of your loud protests and tires screeching gets no more than a shoulder shrug or shake of the head from the men.

—

"Dorogoy, you're going to wow the socks off of Wanda when she sees you in this outfit." Natasha beams over the bite of her food court salad, mood drastically lowering as she sees the insecurity written all over your face.

"Nat, I'm not sure if this is even a good idea, I'm so average—borderline boring, and she's just so far out of my league. The last thing I want is to ruin our friendship over my unrequited feelings, or to be absolutely humiliated when she laughs in my face."

"First of all, you're well above average, there's a reason I keep you around... Truthfully, she'd be more than lucky to have you Y/N, so stop selling yourself short, you're an absolute catch. If not for my undying love for Maria, and the fact that you're my best friend, I'm sure we could've been something." She starts, playfully winking at you which causes you to roll your eyes and faux gag at the thought.

"Second of all, unrequited isn't the right word here, seeing as how she's absolutely obsessed with you, and the only one unaware of this is you. Trust me, I'd know being that I'm a spy and all that jazz... Lastly, that girl would never laugh in your face, even if you were right about being out of her league, she's far too kind."

"Fine! But if this all goes wrong and blows up in my face, you owe me a weekend getaway!" You grumble over a bite of your sandwich, while mindlessly stirring your soup, and watching as the steam billows from the bowl.

"If I'm right, then we'll go on a couple's retreat, courtesy of Tony's black card." She replies with a knowing smirk as she holds the card up, and you roll your eyes but nod in agreement.

The lunch was good, but the mall's broccoli cheddar soup could simply never compare to that of your favorite witches "Russian Chicken Noodle,” well her food in general actually.

•~~~~~~~~~~~~••~~~~~~~~~~~~•

Dull pain shot through the entirety of your body—originating from your head, at the exact moment you'd tried to sit up in your bed. Ignoring the pain was part of the plan, but after the sham of a shower you'd just taken did nothing to soothe your pain you found yourself reflexively crawling back in your bed.

Wanda was sat in the kitchen come mid afternoon, wondering where in the hell you were, seeing as how missing meals was never part of your agenda. She'd made your favorite pancakes for breakfast, heavily disappointed when you didn't make it down, but she'd just assumed you overslept.

Now though, having heard from you for weeks about how today was 'Make your own Pizza' day, she knew something had to be wrong with you as your seat remained empty. Hurried footsteps went unnoticed by your wheezing, slumped form, as sleep continued to unrelentingly consume you. Wanda's face dropped at the sight of your shivering form, her hand however flinched back upon making contact with your heated skin.

"Oh, sweetheart, you're burning up..." She whispers, then places a gentle kiss to your temple.

A reflexive upturn of your lips had the witch herself smiling at your bodies natural response to her affections. With your inhibitions beyond low your entire slurry of thoughts came tumbling out of your brain.

*Does Thor understand how much sugar is in a poptart? Does that even affect his Asgardian form the same? Poptarts are so good though.*

*I want chicken noodle soup...*

*Natasha's face is just so punch able...*

*Do birds really work for the bourgeoisie?*

Wanda snorts at your unfiltered thoughts, then secures a cold rag over your forehead before she makes her way down to the kitchen to fulfill your 'dreams'.

"Whatcha doing? Oh my gosh, is that the Russian version of chicken noodle soup? Mama Melina used to make it whenever we were missing home."

"Yes, it is, and no, it isn't meant for you."

Natasha gasps in faux offense, with a hand clutching tightly to her invisible pearls.

"Who else would be able to appreciate such fine dining then Wands?"

"Y/N, who is apparently deathly ill upstairs, and it's miraculously come to my attention that she wants chicken noodle soup, so I thought I'd give her the superior version."

Wanda relays, while stirring the massive chicken meatballs around in the pot, sighing in pure satisfaction as the healing aroma reaches her nostrils.

Natasha hums in acknowledgment, seemingly conceding, but as soon as Wanda's turned her back to her she's ladling some soup into a plastic cup then swiftly running off.

"I saw that Romanoff!" Wanda tuts, but smiles to herself at the antics of her friend while she now prepares bowls for the both of you.

"Worth it!" She shouts back from afar, having already made it halfway up the stairs with no plans of stopping.

Wanda's prepared a tray to bring to your room, a bowl full of the soup sits in the center, to the right is a mini vase with a singular flower in it, then just before the vase is a cup full of pills. To the left is three full glasses lined up with: a green smoothie, ice water, and orange juice at your disposal.

She enters your room with the use of her powers to see you sat up in a daze, brutally coughing and whimpering after each harsh one jolts your body.

"Good morning Y/N/N, why didn't you tell anyone that you were sick, hm?"

"I found out this morning, took a shower, then went right back to sleep." You groan, failing to make a joke like normal, and that's when Wanda knows you're truly miserable.

"I made you some soup, then I also brought you some immune boosting drinks and loads of medicine to get you all healed up."

*She's an actual angel sent from above...*

"Thanks Wands.."

..

"Wait, how did you know I'm sick?"

"I was worried, so I came up here to check on you after you missed 'Make Your Own Pizza Day' and I found you shaking while simultaneously burning up. I’m the reason you had a rag on your forehead." She admits, then rolls her eyes at your smug smile.

*She cares about me, that's cute..*

"Worried huh?" You tease, regretfully so as karma hits you when you start to cough up a lung.

"Yeah, and rightfully so." She cringes at the sight, then passes you the medicine followed by the water.

"Thank you Wanda, truly, but you didn't have to do any of this—I'm a big girl."

"Oh, will you just hush? Just let me take care of you sweetheart, it’s best not to fight me either, because we both know that I always get what I want!”

You giggle at her exasperated expression, scowling a moment later as she slaps the spook from your hand.

"It's still hot, and like I said, I'm here to tend to you." She playfully scolds, then lifts the spoon up to blow the steam away.

Once she raises the spoon to your mouth you just stare at her with furrowed brows, then as you went to protest she took the opportunity to shove the spoon into your mouth. Reluctantly you closed your lips around it to prevent a splattering of soup across your bed.

*Fuck, this is delicious...*

If your thoughts didn't already confirm it, the sounds of your delighted moans did, Wanda was more than grateful for your preoccupied mind and closed eyes keeping you from seeing her flushed face, and clenched thighs.

"Jesus, Wands, this is divine. I take it back, please always take care of me when I'm sick. Campbells canned soup could never compare."

"With pleasure." She sincerely states, your heart tightening at the thought that she could mean it in the way you wish, but you quickly shake it off then accept the next mouthful.

Once you finished your food, then subsequently threw up a third of your stomachs contents you settled back into bed. Wanda had removed all the blankets from your bed against your persistent protesting, and promised that once your fever broke she would return them to you.

*She better cuddle me then, I wonder what it would be like to be her little spoon...*

"Then you need to find a way to keep me warm, I’m freezing to death over here." You grumbled with a deep pout, then your breath caught in your throat when she settled down beside you, and pulled you against her, your back flush against her front.

"Whatever you need Y/N/N, you wish is my command, but I’ll have you know I'm supposed to be keeping you the opposite of warm." She chuckes out, then reaches over you for your remote and pulls up "The Last Song" on Disney Plus.

*This is nice—perfect even...*

Wanda couldn't help to agree, this truly did feel like the most natural thing for her, she tightened her hold on you and sighed against your neck while getting into the movie.

"That guy kinda looks like Thor, don’t you think?" You sleepily mumbled, and Wanda nodded against you in agreement while she observed the male love interest’s features.

*Who knew that being sick would make me this lucky? She smells so good...*

Within a matter of minutes your deep snores, fueled by congestion filled the room, and your body shifted until you were flat on your back. Wanda's arm remained loosely over your abdomen, and she propped herself up on her other arm and took the free moment to just stare down at you. Even when sick you were still the most beautiful thing to look at, and she felt truly blessed to be able to hold you.

"Goodnight angel." She whispered, then lazily smiled when you rolled once more to face her with your arm now around her.

In that moment she decided she'd stay with you for as long as you'd allow her, ignoring the way your breaths felt against her skin, and allowing your closeness to lull her to sleep

•~~~~~~~~~~~~••~~~~~~~~~~~~•

Wanda arrives to her room, heeding her friends advice, because even though she's an annoying asshole, she still does make great calls and this suit is sure to garner your attention.

Her focus then shift to the rest of the look as she sorts through her products to settle on a natural makeup look, before moving on the the most important part—the accessories.

•~~~~~~~~~~~~••~~~~~~~~~~~~•

Wanda had asked you to spar with her today since Natasha was off on a mission, and this was the one area she still felt she still needed improvement in. She's seen you hold your own with Natasha, but mostly she's been observing your weak points in the hopes that she'd be able to pin you the same way the assassin has so many times.

Wanda was wearing a red sport bra and bike shorts set, hair thrown back into a tight ponytail, and her hands were strategically adorned with stackable rings.

*Get it together Y/L/N! Be professional, don't let her distract you, you're here to help her...*

Wanda covers her giggles with a cough before she meets you in the middle of the gym. Pulling you into a lingering hug she successfully cuts your internal ramblings off. A brief moment passes before you had reciprocated the hug after your initial shock wore off.

"Ready to have your ass kicked?" You jest while wrapping your hands, and she playfully scoffs before clapping her hands together.

"Bring it." She challenges and gets into her fighting stance.

As much as she enjoyed being beneath you, her goal was to take you down, and after twenty minutes of losing she'd grown worried she wouldn't succeed. Currently you had her in a loose chokehold from behind, and she took this position and used it to her advantage by pushing her ass back against your front.

*Fucking hell...*

Your hold on her loosened even further, so she reached up to pull your arm from around her throat, spinning out then taking the same arm to pull you towards her. Curiosity got the best of you so you allowed her leg to hook behind your own and with her hold on you the both of you went tumbling down. Her squeals of accomplishment warmed your heart, but you couldn't prevent your petty thoughts.

*Cute, she thought she actually took me down..*

Her gaze quickly hardened, utterly confusing you, but then her hand was around your throat, and you fought with all your might to suppress the moan trapped within.

*This is the opposite of combat training… Focus! What the fuck is happening?! You’re supposed to be helping her, not being turned on by the way she’s wrapped her fingers around your throat.*

The cold rings against your heated skin was nice, and the way they painfully dug into your skin was actually a welcomed feat. Wanda’s face remains rather neutral, but her heart skips a beat as she realizes she had you right where she wanted you. The urge to kiss you was strong, but before she let herself become consumed with desire, you’d used her obvious distraction to flip her.

“Much better.” You rasp out after finally removing her hand from your throat, then you stand to your feet and help her up a bit aggressively, unintentionally causing your faces to be mere inches apart.

“Think it’s time we call it a day, I’ll see you at dinner Wanda.” You quickly retort, pulling away from her and rushing off to your room a flustered mess.

Wanda groans, not really fairing much better as she grabs her gym bag and rushes off to her room to sort herself out.

•~~~~~~~~~~~~••~~~~~~~~~~~~•

A proud smile consumes her face at the sight of her hard work coming together, taking quick note of the time she swiftly sprays some of her Chanel— Jersey Eau de Parfum—onto her wrists and then her neck before swiftly exiting her room. Normally she picks you up for the parties, but seeing as how she's already fifteen minutes late she confirms with Friday that you'd already made it.

—

Nerves wracked your body as you stood there at the bar, purposefully keeping yourself focused on Nat making drinks to keep your hopeful stare off of the staircase.

"Hey there beautiful angel, long time no see." Carol husks from your side, and as beautiful as she is, it just doesn't hold an affect on you when your heart belongs to another.

Nat's hardened eyes fix on the blonde, but before she could work to shoo her away she notices the Sokovian enter the room. Taking her angered stare as a good enough reason to move to the other end of the bar to observe the overdue "fruits of her labor" come to life.

Wanda watched from the stairs as Carol's arm slipped around your shoulders, clearly unable to see your bored face her eyes instantly turned a deep shade of red. She had to tightly close her eyes and try to shake the forming mists from her hand. You weren't hers—well not yet that is, but all that's changing tonight, she’ll see to it.

*This is so fucking awkward... I wish Wanda was here, and that it was her attention I had on me.*

The sound of your thoughts had been enough to quell the woman's anger, and within a few quick strides she's stood behind you.

"Danvers." She greets with a bite in her tone, and a fury behind her eyes that you can't see with your back to her.

Carol's once beaming smile faded into a frown, she'd selfishly been hoping for just one night of bliss with you, but in the end she knew it was a long shot. Her arm carefully withdrew from your shoulder and you shifted to face the Sokovian. Bright smile now plastered across your face, a stark contrast to the bored expression from moment's ago, and Wanda's scowl soon faded at the sight of your pure expression.

"Wanda!! You finally made it. I'd been headed to your room earlier when Natasha forced me to come here without you."

Wanda smiles at your adorable ramblings, then it persists smugly as Carol says nothing as she slips away at the loss of your attention.

"Care to dance?" Wanda interrupts your nervous form, extending her hand to you, then using her other to steal your drink to down it.

"I'd love to." You shyly confirm, and she drags you to the floor with a dizzy mind.

*Ahhhh!!!! That suit is everything, and God does she smell good.*

She smirks over your shoulder at Natasha with her thumb up, then she focuses in on the comfort that having you close brings her.

*Was she jealous?*

Wanda nearly scoffs at your thought, even if it's true, she refuses to acknowledge it as such. Why would she be jealous of Captain Marvel when she's the one with you in her arms.

*No, stop reading into things, she's your friend! Don't ruin things, Natasha is probably wrong.*

She grips your hips tighter as she hears the word 'friend,' and a frown forms at your obvious insecurity. Even with all the back and forth she thought her want for you had been obvious enough.

*You got to get out of this before you fall deeper into her intoxicating hold.*

Her hands move quickly to keep you firmly against her. One settles on your lower back to keep you flush against her, the other lands on the back of your exposed neck, causing a shiver to run down your spine at the feel of the cold metal rings.

*Not the rings again...*

You feel her smiling against your cheek, it's honestly all so confusing for you, and Wanda's just reveling in the replaying memory of that once glorious sparring match.

"Y/N/N, your thoughts are normally loud, but God these ones are on a whole other level."

Your breath hitches as the realization hits your inebriated brain that she's been hearing you all this time. No matter the obvious knowledge of her powers, you'd somehow just omitted the knowledge whenever you were around her. Having trusted that you were at least safe in your mind, but now it seems you never were. Panic settles deep within your chest, so you go to push away from her in shame but she simply doesn't allow it.

"Sweetheart, it's clear to me that you're a bit confused, but let me assure you that the feelings are mutual."

*This is a joke, no way has she heard your thoughts, and been anything other than repulsed, fucking idiot.*

Wanda sighs at your aggressive thoughts of self doubt, realizing that you'll need further convincing as her words clearly fail her so she keeps firm in her hold of you, but lightly pulls your head back by the grip on your neck. Eyes of adoration meet your insecure pair full of despair, and she smiles at you before firmly pressing her lips to your own.

*This can't be happening.. Wanda Maximoff is kissing me! Holy shit, she's kissing me!*

"Yeah, I am, and it would be kind of nice if you fell in line." She chuckles against your lips, then an embarrassed groan falls from your lips, but before she could pull away you eagerly move your lips against hers.

—

Natasha’s face lit up like a Christmas tree when she saw her dreams coming true, pulling her phone out within an instant to book the hotel for the following weekend.

“Darling, what’s got you so happy? The last time you smiled like that was when I let you take in that pregnant stray.”

“You mean my pride and joy Liho, who birthed our beautiful little loafs ‘Pumpernickel’ and ‘Rye’ ? Don’t speak so dismissively about our babies, and more so, don’t get it twisted—you didn’t let me do anything.”

“My love, I’m sorry—I wasn’t looking for a fight here, I was just curious about what’s brought upon this smile.”

“Sorry, but you know how I get when it comes to the babies… I don’t want to fight either, because this here is a monumental moment.”

Maria shifts to follow her wife’s gaze, smile instantly forming as she takes in the sight of Wanda and your lip locking taking place.

“Oh baby congratulations, all your meddling has finally paid off I see.”

“I wish it was all me, because I’ve worked so freaking hard, and those two are insufferable. Danvers planning to make a move tonight was what finally forced Wanda to make her move, and for all my hard work we’re now going out on a double date retreat next weekend.”

“Sneaky… Efficient sure, but sneaky nonetheless.” Maria teases, then places a gentle kiss to her wife’s lips, and finds herself surprisingly excited for the upcoming trip.

—

*This is everything I’d ever imagined it to be and more, kissing the love of your life really is as magical as they say it is.*

Wanda breaks the kiss as she gasps against your lips, causing you to realize she’d heard your inner most feelings for what you can only presume to be the millionth time.

“I—I’m sor-.”

“Please don’t apologize detka..” She sighs, then grabs your hand to pull you over towards the empty couches to allow you both some ‘privacy’, then before you could sit beside her she pulls you into her lap and wraps her arms around your waist as you sit on her sideways.

“Loving someone isn’t something you should have to be sorry for Y/N/N. I know for sure that I’m not sorry for loving you; honestly, pretending like this isn’t all that I’ve wanted for the last year has actually been the greatest hardship of my adult life.”

“Wands, we’ve literally fought aliens together.” You deadpan, and she giggles at your sudden seriousness.

“Pft, that was the easy stuff.”

“Why did you? Pretend I mean, you’ve clearly known for awhile how interested in you I was, this has all been so confusing and I just don’t understand the waiting part.”

“Honestly, it sounds bad but it was just kinda fun at first—your sweet thoughts, mixed with your far more dizzying ones, and your obvious stares all worked to keep my ego mighty big. Knowing just how I could fluster you was fun, but being able to surprise you was even better since I could decide when and how to do it. Whether it had been impractically wearing my rings to spar with you, or just knowing exactly what to make for dinner that night.”

“Now that’s just not fair.” You playfully groan, causing a beautiful laugh to erupt from her chest before she’s tightening her hold on you and continuing her explanation.

“I think it felt like it was just one big flirting game at first, not to say your feelings are a joke detka, but I think it’s safe to say that in the start feelings weren’t really involved for us. Your thoughts were never objectifying in any way, but they were very focused on the physical, and I definitely loved it, the whole having your eyes on me part was exhilarating. Over time though, they became much deeper, focused on who I was beyond the physical, and your eyes kept contact with mine longer when we spoke, and I think I loved that even more.”

You watch her as she speaks, a playful look in her eyes as she explains her reasoning, but somewhere along the way it settles into one full of hope and adoration, nose adorably crinkling as she seemingly finishes off her thoughts. Taking in a much needed deep breath, she then moves her right hand up to cup your face and her thumb traces over your cheek before she pulls you in for a quick kiss.

“Eventually, as I got to know you I found myself falling hard, I mean how could I not? My intentions were suddenly less focused on the ego boosting, and more so on how to keep your pure attention. Mostly though, I was kind of scared Y/N/N, because even with the access to your loud thoughts I still feared rejection, and my heart just couldn’t handle that. I also didn’t feel deserving of your love.”

“I completely understand all of that Wands, because love is indeed scary, but Wanda, my dearest one, I couldn’t think of anyone more deserving of happiness, and there’s no one in the world I’d want to give my heart to.”

“Then I heard through the grapevine that Danvers had intended to make a move on you tonight, and I wasn’t about to let her just take what was mine, because detka, you are mine.”

“Was your grapevine named Natasha Romanoff by chance?”

She nods with a nervous smile, and you look up to see your best friend already staring at the two of you with an accomplished smile upon her face, and you promptly flipped her off, but then followed it up with an appreciative smile. Wanda watches in amusement as Natasha narrows her eyes in your direction, then she turns back to you once she sees Maria steps in to drag Natasha elsewhere.

“So, I’m yours huh? Does that also mean that you’re mine then?”

“Wholeheartedly so…”

A deep fluttering erupts from within your stomach at the sincerity in her tone, and you restrain yourself from crying on the spot at the overwhelming joy enveloping your heart. Unable to contain your excitement for much longer, you moved to straddle her lap, and surged forward to capture her lips with yours in a bruising kiss.

“Good, because you’re my safety net Wands, and I’m wholeheartedly yours as well…” You assure her in a fit of pants as you pull back.

“God, I love you Y/N.” She lightly sobs.

“I love you too Wanda…” You whisper against her lips before embracing her tightly within your arms, nuzzling into her neck and sighing at the comforting scent of your newfound lover.

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A Clean Slate (Balkan x OC)

I also have a request. Balkan x OC. Idc what happens in it, I just need him!

Another sunny day. Too bad I have to spend it working indoors.

“God I hate this place,” Rita groans from across the shop. “I can’t wait to get outta here!”

“Calm down, mi querida!” Valentina assures her. “You may not like it here, but some of us had to work hard to get here!” 

My coworker goes on complaining while I zone out and scrub the counter. Rita’s always complaining because of her position in the Jet gang. Apparently the Jets are a big deal, but I’ve never personally met them because I just moved from Brooklyn. My father’s in the police force and he transferred to the West Side, which meant I had to wipe a clean slate and start over with making friends. Turns out the goils of the West Side ain’t so friendly and instead of being social I’ve decided on keeping a steady job during summer vacation. Doc’s is the perfect place because Valentina needs all the help she can get.

I hear the door bangs open and a man wearing jeans and a white tank top steps in.

“Ey, Rita! Ya done woirk’n yet? We’s got business in ‘Hattan to deal with!” 

“Alright, alright.” Rita follows the brute out, strangely looking more bored than before.

Time slips by, only providing us with a few customers, and before I know it it’s already 5:30.

“Time to clock out, Lottie.” Valentina walks out from the back room holding the keys. “Don’t worry about the clean up. Tony’s stopping by to mop. Buenas noches!”

“Good night, Valentina.” I grab my purse and head into the cool summer night. The sun hasn’t set yet and a gorgeous collage of orange and pink spreads across the sky. I clutch my purse close and begin the walk home-

“Hey! Runaway coin!”

The clinking sound of metal draws my attention to a silver-colored coin rolling down the sidewalk. It nearly reaches the sewer until I step on it with my blue heel.

“Much obliged, doll!” A man jogs up from behind and kneels down to look for his coin. “Um, where’d it go?”

“Oh, sorry.” I lift up my foot to reveal the gleaming coin. “Here it is.”

The man keeps his face down as he retrieves his possession. What I don’t expect is for him to lean down to kiss my foot.

“Excuse me?” I jerk away. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Now the man stands up and I can see him. He’s wearing an olive-green shirt with the sleeves rolled up under a blue vest, along with dark jeans and sneakers. At first I think he’s too bizarre to trust, however the thankful expression on his face makes me reconsider.

“Sorry, doll. ‘S just that this coin means everything to me. Guess I overreacted.” He holds out a hand and we both shake, causing my heart to respond by racing much too fast than I’d like it to.

“You ain’t from here, are ya? I’d remember you if you were.”

I shyly shake my head and fidget with my purse. “No, I just moved from Brooklyn.”

“Brooklyn, eh? Well then let me be gentlemanly enough to officially welcome you to the West Side!” He gives me a quick salut. “Name’s Balkan, from the Jets.”

My breath catches and I step away. “Jets? That’s the gang everyone talks about. I heard some people were almost killed in a fight last month.”

Balkan pockets his coin and holds up a steady hand, eyeing me with a calm demeanor.

“Yeah, there were a few close calls. But that was before the peace agreement. You got nothing to worry about.”

I want to believe him, but my father’s teachings are spinning through my head.

“My father’s a police officer. If you do anything to me, he will find you.”

There’s a noticeable spark in Balkan’s eyes, something that imitates fear. But it only lasts a split-second. He steps a few feet back and holds his hands out for me to see.

“I’m unarmed, I swear. I don’t want you to feel unsafe. What’s your name?”

He knows his law procedures. This is how dad says criminals are supposed to stand when they’re arrested. Has he ever been arrested? Calm down, Lottie. He asked a decent question. 

“I’m Lottie.” My voice shakes a little. “Nice to meet you, Balkan.”

Balkan nods respectfully. “That’s a pretty name. If you want you can call me Marcus. That’s my real name, Marcus Jackson.”

I’ll have dad run a background check on him later.

“Since you’re new, would you want me to show you around?”

Keep calm, relax. He’s just being friendly.

“Um, maybe some other time? During the day?”

It’s strange how Balkan isn’t getting annoyed by my paranoid behavior. He’s been nothing but respectful, which is something I don’t expect from a gang member.

“I get that. Is your home nearby? I wanna make sure you get there safely.”

I inch further away towards the direction of home. “I’d rather not have you know where I live, if you don’t mind. Now if you’ll excuse me.”

Taking a deep breath, I swiftly walk past the now-stuttering Jet.

“What’s it gonna take for you to trust me?”

I keep walking. “In Brooklyn I learned to trust nobody. People are disappointing, they will take what they want and spread lies when they’re through with you.”

Now Balkan is walking to keep up. “I’m sorry that happened, but not everyone is like that. It doesn’t have to be too serious. I’ll start.” He clears his throat. “Hello, my name is Marcus. I come from a broken family because my own father left when I was 5. I met the Jet leaders Tony and Riff a few years ago, and since then I've become one-a the Jets’ best fighters. I know that sounds whacky to you, but to me the Jets are my family.”

His sad background sounds like lots of the cases dad talks about at home. He says delinquents are unpredictable. But this is the first time I’ve heard the other side of the story.

I stop walking and look at Marcus with a different perspective. “I’m sorry you’ve had to go through that. We both have conflicted pasts, but that shouldn’t define the future. Would you, um, still be willing to walk me home?”

Dad’s going to kill me.

Marcus grins in delight and offers an arm. More gentleman than delinquent. “I’d luv to, Lottie.”

I take his arm and we resume walking. Another trait that surprises me is his smell. It’s mint. Like a fresh peppermint pattie.

“Why is your coin important to you?” Just keeping up the conversation.

“It was my old man’s. He gave it to me before he left, said a million-dollar fortune could be made out of a single coin.” Marcus shakes his head and laughs. “Some fortune now, huh?”

His unfaltering optimism is something to admire. “What is it you plan to do for a living after school?”

“Dunno, maybe something with mechanics. I’m pretty good with building things. Have you met Jackie yet?”

The name brings no familiarity. “No?”

“She works with me in the shop. Jackie’s Velma’s little sister.”

I grit my teeth. “I do know Velma. Her and Grazie are… interesting.”

Marcus chuckles. “Yeah, they can be a handful. Jackie ain't like that, though. She’s nice.”

I give him a questioning look. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because you’re new here and I can tell you’s looking for friends. Am I right?”

Ok this guy’s growing on me. First he offers to take me home, now he’s taken interest in helping me fit in.

“Y-Yeah. I’m not too good at finding friends. Thank you.”

“No problem.” We turn the block and start walking down my street. “So what’s your plans for after school?”

I don’t wanna lie, but I feel that my planned career will make him feel embarrassed.

“Um, I’m looking into being a professor of anatomy.”

Marcus’ head swings to look at me with wild eyes. Here it comes. Go ahead, make fun of the weird, nerdy outcast newcomer-

“That’s amazing!”

What?

I stare at him. “You’re not upset?”

Balkan repeatedly shakes his head, still smiling. “Why would I be? That’s a top-notch job! You must be one smart cookie, Lottie!”

I slowly realize that my brain isn’t going to get me mocked. “Thank you! Normally people hear that and think it’s crazy for a woman to be teaching at a university.” I bite my lip. “That’s- that’s actually part of the rumors I had back in Brooklyn. The girls used to say I was less feminine for wanting to take up a man’s job.”

Balkan stops walking and puts a hand on my shoulder. Earlier my instincts would’ve been to kick his crotch and run, but now I’m not afraid anymore.

“Those bitches don’t know what they’re saying. They’s jealous because you’s smarter than them, Lottie. Being smart don’t mean you’s less feminine. In fact, lots-a guys admire a goil with brains.” A smile grows on his face. “I know ‘cause I’m one-a them.”

Oh God. Steady, Lottie. But it’s no use. The walls I’ve built to keep people out are cracking. How has this man been able to make me feel special when he literally just met me?

“Who are you, Marcus Jackson?” I whisper. “You show up chasing a coin, a complete stranger. And now you treat me like an actual person.” My body reacts by giving him a soft hug, one that Marcus accepts gently.

“You’s a real nice goil, Lottie. Anyone should treat you like one.” I hear him sigh. “I’m probably gonna get killed for this.”  Before I can ask Marcus pulls away and looks down at me with soft eyes. “Lottie, would you maybe wanna go out with me sometime? It don’t have to be much, just- Maybe as friends?”

It’s a good thing Marcus is still holding me because if he wasn’t I’d be crumbling to the floor.

“You mean that? An actual date?” I can’t hide my excitement. “No one’s ever asked before. Are you sure?”

The Jet boy’s eyes widen. “Yes! Yes, a thousand times yes!”

Through my sudden happiness I feel tears beginning to form. “I’d luv to, Marcus. But first-” I give a small laugh. “You should probably meet my parents first.”

He doesn’t even flinch. “Absolutely!”

“Good! Because… This is me.” I point to the door of the small house we’re standing in front of.

“Nice place,” the Jet compliments.

“Thank you. Would you like to come in? Dad won’t be home for another hour but I can ask if you can stay for dinner.”

Marcus looks as if I’d just offered him a million dollars. “Um, yeah! I mean, if it’s alright with your folks- Am I dressed well enough?”

I can’t help but laugh at his adorable statement. “You’re fine, Marcus.” Taking his hand, I lead him to the front door and lead him deeper into my life.

“Mother! I’m home! I brought some company.”

“Hello, dear!” Mother comes bustling from the kitchen. When she sees Balkan she freezes and her eyes narrow. “Lottie, who is this man?” she asks in a stern voice.

I give Marcus’ hand a squeeze. “Mother, this is Marcus. He walked me home from work.”

The Jet sets himself in a respectful stance. “Good evening, ma’am. I just wanted to make sure your daughter got home safe. I meant no disrespect.”

“Could he stay for dinner?” I ask hopefully.

Mother stews over my words with a conflicted expression. “Could I talk with you for a moment? Your friend can wait outside.”

That’s not exactly a no. Balkan doesn’t seem to mind because he gives a nod and walks back out without question. Once he’s gone, mother rushes over to put her hands on my shoulders.

“Sweetie, I am so happy you are trying to socialize. But is that boy the kind of crowd you think is right to be around?”

My confidence doesn’t slip. “I didn’t trust him either, but Marcus is a good man even if he is part of the Jets. You know how hard I’ve had it trying to find friends, mom. Well, Marcus and I are both starting with a clean slate. He’s not like the criminals dad deals with.”

Mother lets out a deep sigh. “Your father may not be happy at first.”

“I know. But please at least let him stay for dinner? Give him a chance for you to warm up to him.”

I think my goose is cooked. My parents have always been strict, and someone like Balkan isn’t exactly the prime example of dinner company-

“Very well, he can stay.” Mother’s worried look changes to a smile. “We’ve raised you well enough to have good judgment. I’m sure this young man is quite catching enough for you to bring him home. You’re growing up so fast, Lottie!” She gives me one last squeeze. “Alright, let him in.”

Feeling full of giddy hope I rush back to the door and open it to find an anxious-looking Balkan.

“My mother passed her blessing for you to join us! Come right in.”

Marcus looks like I just hung the moon. “O-Ok!”

I show him to the dining room and we both help set the table. Mother keeps a watchful eye as she brings out dishes of chicken and potatoes, but relaxes after she starts to see Marcus isn’t a threat.

“We usually eat before dad gets home,” I explain as we sit down. “Sometimes he gets overbooked with paperwork and doesn’t want us waiting too long.” I lean in and whisper: “You’ve met my mom, now you just need to survive my dad.”

Balkan’s face freezes in a look of new-found terror, but mother just laughs.

“I’ll talk him into it,” she assures. “Your father may be the head of the house, but the mother is the neck. And she can turn the head any way she wants.”

Marcus and I grab hands under the table, and for once in my life I’m glad we moved from Brooklyn. This new start is refreshing for both me and Marcus, one that I hope will lead to something special.

(Sneaked in a My Big Fat Greek Wedding reference!)

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What's my role in the Ministry? (Ghost account: @gothdaddyissues)

1 - Sibling of Sin or Ghoul? Definitely a Sibling of Sin! While I love Ghouls, they are a bit too chaotic for me!

2 - Which Papa would I prefer to work with? Cardinal Copia / Papa IV - I relate to his energy (awkward, bad jokes, silly, secretly a ho - plus we're the same age)

3 - Introvert/ambivert/extrovert? 100% introvert. I don't have the mental energy to be super outgoing and 'fun at parties.' But if I connect with someone, I will gladly spend tons of time with them in contentment - it just has to be the right people, y'know?

4 - Chores? I love cooking/baking and I love organizing stuff. I keep things clean and tidy. Much prefer indoor chores to outdoor chores.

5 - Travel or stay at home? Unless it's somewhere I REALLY want to go, I'm staying home. I like being comfy.

6 - Freebie? I've been an Admin Assistant for decades and know my office/business shit. I love being creative, especially writing and making things with my hands. I generally like animals more than people (I have many pets, I feed wild animals, etc). I love goth/spooky stuff/ghosts/cemeteries/Tarot cards. I've been a rock 'n' roll girl since the 80's.

🖤💙🖤💙🖤💙

This post is part of the 1000 followers role in Ministry event. Entries (asks) for the event close on 23rd October.

Your role in the Ministry is… Personal assistant to Papa IV

Copia saw how good you were at your job as an Admin Assistant and immediatly made you his PA. He relies on you. He also recognised someone with a similar energy to him.

He enjoys your company too. You often end up working together in contented silence or if you have time just chatting over a hot drink.

You also get to help write some of his speeches for him. He'll often give you tasks/ask for help with things that involve being creative.

He also wants to learn how to bake so you spend a few afternoons a week teaching him. He once opened a flour packet and it practically exploded flour going everywhere. Despite both of you trying to clean it up his hair was still looking a little greyer than usual for the service that evening.

He went through a particulary tough time with work being very busy. You tidied his office for him (which had become messy) and sorted all his work. He thanked you loads and gave you a massive hug. The next day you found flowers on your desk which he had picked from Primo's garden (he'd checked with Primo first).

You also get to spend a lot of time with his rats, they keep you company while you work (especially if Copia is away). You know them all by name and they all know you now.

Since you don't like travelling Copia always brings you something back from tour. If there is anywhere your really want to go he'll find an excuse to fly you out there.

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Written by Nyx

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