#and congratulate him on his great running cause he's been working so SO hard to get back to that point and he deserves the praise

[srapsodia]

Maaaaan, that was close...

#persona 5 #p5 #p5 fanart #phantom thieves #my art #holding atlus by the neck LISTEN. you cant make your character's whole deal the fact that he's a survivor of abuse and then use him as a #as a literal punching bag as a joke. you cant. the joke doesnt fucking land and i WILL kill you. #anyway everyone should've rushed to hug ryuji in absolute relief when they saw him and then thank him for what he did #and congratulate him on his great running cause he's been working so SO hard to get back to that point and he deserves the praise

[poetry-protest-pornography]

Alexa, play Hey, Jealousy

This whole scene, Kang is obviously feeling jealous, because Pimfah is listing reasons why she likes Sailom. But! It easily reads as Kang struggling to confront the truth of what she's saying. Because he knows all these things about Sailom, he feels the same way about him, but he hasn't allowed himself to contextualize those feelings as "why I like Sailom".

That reality is why Kang is struggling to maintain his friendly interaction with Sailom after.

This is pretty straight forward jealousy.

Except that Kang got more upset when Sailom said that he pushed him to the cheerleading thing so that he could have a shot with Pimfah.

Kang thinks he's upset because Pim likes Sailom, but he's also upset because if Pim likes Sailom, then obviously Sailom will date her, she's great, but then Sailom will be dating her. And those feelings are very big and very confusing. Which we see here:

For Kang, Pim and Sailom dating was the logical conclusion. Sailom is a great guy, and Pim is the best, of course they'll get together.

When they don't, it's a threat to the narrative he's created, where he's jealous of Sailom, not because of Sailom. Where he can put everyone and all his feelings back into little boxes if his two friends just get together like they should. Where he can deal with the blow to his plan to give his dad what he wants, and marry someone who can give him kids, if everyone would just behave like they're supposed to.

This one is... this is the start of Kang figuring his shit out.

Guy literally rips Sailom away from Kang, and Kang can't even argue that Sailom is his friend, too, because he's very much not been a friend to him, and Sailom is actively keeping his distance.

Kang arrives with breakfast excited -- his body language is a little nervous, but almost giddy as he runs up the stairs with that cautiously optimistic smile. He's ready to mend fences and probably apologize, and reestablish their friendship (and ignore Sailom's confession, because Kang is Not there yet).

And there's his future best friend in law Guy, taking care of Sailom the way he wants to be, and he's hurt, but he's also angry that he's missed his chance. This is where he's fully aware of the cause of his jealousy.

THEN! THIS!

THIS BEAUTIFUL SCENE!

Kang's friends are sure he's upset about the seniors being shitty to him and not acknowledging his contribution to the game. They're offering reassurances that he's earned his spot, but Kang hears none of it, because all he can see is Sailom hugging and congratulating Guy, smiling and being happy with Guy.

And here's where it all solidifies.

Where "Sailom works so hard, and he makes me feel like I should work hard, too" and "she likes you (why does that make me so mad)" and "I like you" and "he's my friend" all coalesce, and Kang gets it.

He understands that what he's feeling is romantic interest. That he needs to fix what he broke right now.

Of course, he's still 17/18 and dumb, because what he opens with is this:

Which like, yeah baby, we know. But that's not the important information from that little revelation. And Sailom, bless his little angry gay heart, rightfully responds with "And? Who tf do you think you are?"

Kang is clearly struggling. Struggling with Sailom's anger, and with finding the right thing to say that will appease him and also be true-- the thing that will quiet the screaming in his heart, because big feelings are not his forte.

And then Sailom deflates a little, and says "Please, can you just tell me?" and asks tiredly if he's somehow made Kang feel guilty again (because why else would Kang be there, there's nothing between them, right? They're not friends, Kang just feels guilty about how he's treated Sailom, right) And then, Kang knows what to do.

(it's also Very Interesting to me that in an episode that told so much of its story in flashback montages, the one that we get right when they kiss is "I used to hate it, but I think I'm starting to like it", because despite everything, Kang has never hated Sailom. Dude has been obsessed from the start)

Anyway, this was going to be a funny post with just the pictures of our boy being jealous, and then figuring out why, but obviously I'm not normal about them and this happened. *shrug emoji*

#dangerous romance the series #dangerous romance #kangsailom

[leclerc-s]

(daphne's version)

series masterlist

february 11, 2021

liked by danielricciardo, alex_albon, nataliaruiz, and others

daphnejones i’m thrilled to tell you that my new version of fearless (daphne’s version) is done and will be with you soon. it has 26 songs including 6 never before released songs from the vault. love story (daphne’s version) will be out tonight.

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danielricciardo LET'S FUCKING GO!!!

georgerussell63 to quote the great kevin maggnussen, “suck my balls mate!”

↳ isabellaperez don’t be shy, tag him. scooterbraun how do you feel knowing daphne's releasing her versions and you'll stop earning money for her hard work?

alex_albon mr.perfectly fine, your time has come

↳ isabellaperez tag him...joejonas you're up first.

sebastianvettel glad you’re finally taking back your music daphne.

lewishamilton sebastian and i can be normal in our congratulations, unlike some people. so, congrats on taking this step daph!

freyavettel YOU BELONG WITH ME (TAYLOR'S VERSION) IS FINALLY GOING TO BE HERE!!! AHHHHH

mickschumacher i apologize for them. they're all drunk.

↳ charles_leclerc you are too micky

rickybobby3🔒 SUPER FUCKING PROUD OF YOU. I LOVE YOU!

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↳ user53 is this the boyfriend? his account is private

↳ user45 did you think he'd expose their relationship? they want privacy, let them have it.

↳ user53 maybe he shouldn't comment on a public instagram post?

↳ nataliaruiz maybe people should stop being so nosy and focus on daphne re-releasing her music? that’s the real accomplishment here.

june 18, 2021

liked by danielricciardo, maejones, charles_leclerc

daphnejones the next album that i’ll be releasing is my version of red, which will be out on november 19. this will be the first time you hear all 30 songs that were meant to go on red. and hey, one of them is even ten minutes long🧣

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danielricciardo FULLY PREPARED TO CRY MY FUCKING HEART OUT!!!!

isabellaperez COUNT YOUR FUCKING DAYS JAKEGYLLENHAAL

↳ arthurleclerc you gotta stop tagging them isa

↳ isabellaperez no.

maejones AND MAYBE WE GOT LOST IN TRANSLATION

↳ danielricciardo MAYBE I ASKED FOR TOO MUCH

↳ charles_leclerc BUT MAYBE THIS THINGS WAS A MASTERPIECE 'TIL YOU TORE IT ALL UP

↳ maxverstappen33 RUNNING SCARED, I WAS THERE

↳ pierregasly I REMEMBER IT ALL TOO WELL

↳ nataliaruiz AND YOU CALL ME UP AGAIN JUST TO BREAK ME LIKE A PROMISE

↳ rowantodd SO CASUALLY CRUEL IN THE NAME OF BEING HONEST

↳ carlossainz55 I'M A CRUMPLED UP PIECE OF PAPER LYING HERE

↳ penelopetrevino 'CAUSE I REMEMBER IT ALL, ALL, ALL TOO WELL

isabellaperez jakegyllenhaal, this one’s for you. but also the kennedy kid, we haven’t forgotten about him. he was a saint compared to you.

↳ georgerussell63 how can someone fuck up so bad that he gets a 10 minute song written about him?

↳ isabellaperez i don't know lets ask him 🎤 jakegyllenhaal what did you do?

user71 isabella is so unhinged, i bet that she’s drunk

↳ penelopetrevino she is. most of us are, but it feels like one of those nights we won’t be sleeping

user26 i can only imagine the pr mess this is going to create

rickybobby3🔒 so fucking proud of you sweetheart! can’t wait to drive around and scream this album with you. (i’ll be screaming and you’ll be singing)

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↳ user04 the mystery of ricky bobby continues. who is this man? is he daph’s boyfriend?

↳ user93 honestly, if he is love that for daph. he's seems like he's supportive of her and her career and if it's the same person, the they've been together since at least 2016, when daph let it slip that she was dating someone.

may 5, 2023

liked by danieljonesricciardo, maxverstappen1, isabellaperez and others

daphnejonesricciardo it fills me with such pride and joy to announce that my version of speak now will be out july 7 (just in time for july 9th, iykyk 😆) i first made speak now, completely self-written, between the ages of 18 and 20. the songs that came from this time in my life were marked by their brutal honesty, unfiltered diaristic confessions and wild wistfulness. i love this album because it tells a tale of growing up, flailing, flying and crashing… and living to speak about it. with six extra songs I’ve sprung loose from the vault, i absolutely cannot wait to celebrate speak now (daphne’s version) with you on july 7th.

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danieljonesricciardo I FUCKING LOVE YOU!

↳ danieljonesricciardo I'M SO PROUD OF YOU! AHH!!!!

↳ danieljonesricciardo THAT'S MY FUCKING WIFE PEOPLE!!!

danieljonesricciardo YOU ARE AN EXPERT AT SORRY

↳ baileywinters AND KEEPING LINES BLURRY

↳ nataliaruiz NEVER IMPRESSED BY ME ACING YOUR TESTS

↳ charles_leclerc ALL THE GIRLS THAT YOU'VE RUN DRY HAVE TIRED LIFELESS EYES

↳ landonorris 'CAUSE YOU BURNED THEM OUT

↳ freyavettel BUT I TOOK YOUR MATCHES BEFORE FIRE COULD CATCH ME

↳ pierregasly SO DON'T LOOK NOW

↳ yukitsunoda I'M SHINING LIKE FIREWORKS OVER YOUR SAD EMPTY TOOOWWWWNNN

↳ isabellaperez does this seem like cheap writting johnmayer??? (message approved by max verstappen)

user29 mother said we had to be nice but her own friends are calling j*hn out? does that mean we're allowed too?

↳ daphnejonesricciardo nothing i said would've gotten them to stop. i think the same can be said for my fans.

↳ user29 digging my grave rn

georgerussell63 count your days j*hn

lewishamilton do any of you have any idea about what kind of pr mess you're about to create?

↳ isabellaperez what is fia going to do to me? give me a grid penalty?

↳ oscarpiastri i'm adding your name to my long list of traitors lewis

↳ maxverstappen1 you know damn well the original group chat name was daphne jones defense squad

↳ user13 that's iconic

alex_albon SHE WAS NINETEEN WHEN SHE DANCED WITH THE DEVIL! I'M COMING FOR YOU JOHN!!

↳ lilymhe do you ever think about the consequences off your actions alexander?

↳ alex_albon when it comes to defending daphne, no.

mickschumacher i feel like it's my job to inform everyone that they are all extremely drunk except for daph, lily, and lewis. i am bordering on drunk and sober.

↳ user19 love that they all always end up drunk when one of the girls announces a new album

↳ logansargeant it's called celebrating achievements

↳ zoyatorres no, it's called using any small excuse to drink

user30 everytime she releases an album these guys come for her exes throats, and i just know she scolds them but they just don't give a fuck

↳ baileywinters she does but we must protect mother.

↳ isabellaperez father also agrees with bullying. one parent's consent is enough for us.

user89 daniel lurking and being the supportive husband we know he is

user12 dan's so in love with her he might stop breathing

↳ danieljonesricciardo OF COURSE I AM! HAVE YOU SEEN HER! I FUCKING LOVE HER! THAT’S MY FUCKING WIFE PEOPLE!

august 9, 2023

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daphnejonesricciardo surprise!! 1989 (daphne’s version) is on its way to you 🔜! the 1989 album changed my life in countless ways, and it fills me with such excitement to announce that my version of it will be out october 27th. to be perfectly honest, this is my most FAVORITE re-record i've ever done because the 5 from the vault tracks are so insane. i can’t believe they were ever left behind. but not for long!

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danieljonesricciardo I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE! THAT’S MY FUCKING WIFE!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!

↳ daphnejonesricciardo love you too, you kangaroo

↳ danieljonesricciardo I AM A HONEY BADGER!!!

baileywinters GIVE IT UP FOR DAPHNE JONES DOING THE UNTHINKABLE AND BREAKING RECORDS LEFT AND RIGHT!!!

maxverstappen1 probably our favorite re-record you’ve done because it was after this one you and mae came into our lives.

↳ user87 stop that’s literally the sweetest thing max could ever say

↳ user91 max is such a sweet brother-in-law (they’re not married yet people!!) my brother-in-law usually tells me i’m an annoying fatass

↳ maxverstappen1 throw him away

carlossainz55 THIS ONE IS INSANE!

penelopetrevino DIDN’T THEY TELL US “DON’T RUSH INTO THING?”

↳ maejones DIDN’T YOU FLASH YOUR GREEN EYES AT ME?

↳ isabellaperez DIDN’T YOU CALM MY FEARS WITH A CHESHIRE CAT SMILE?

↳ zoyatorres OOH, DIDN’T IT ALL SEEM NEW AND EXCITING?

↳ dulceperez I FELT YOUR ARMS TWISTIN’ AROUND ME

↳ freyavettel IT’S ALL FUN AND GAMES ‘TIL SOMEBODY LOSES THEIR MIND

↳ nataliaruiz BUT DARLING

↳ charles_leclerc WE FOUND WONDERLAND, YOU AND I GOT LOST IN IT

↳ arthur_leclerc AND WE PRETENDED IT COULD LAST FOREVER (EH, EH)

↳ oscarpiastri WE FOUND WONDERLAND, YOU AND I GOT LOST IN IT

↳ danieljonesricciardo AND LIFE WAS NEVER WORSE BUT NEVER BETTER (EH, EH)

logansargeant the vault tracks on this are 🔛🔝

user56 THERE IS NOT A DOUBT IN MY MIND THAT THE PADDOCK FAMILY ARE THE FIRST ONES TO HERE EVERY NEW ALBUM AND SONG

↳ aussiegrit they are. oscar’s been singing a vault track for over 2 months.

↳ fernandoalo_oficial you were present for the listening party because daniel insisted you be there. jensen and seb were there too.

↳ user82 there was a dilf reunion and we missed it? where was kimi?

↳ landonorris he “couldn’t” make it.

↳ nicorosberg i guess my invite got lost in the mail or something

↳ isabellaperez no, we just haven’t forgotten brocedes and the silver war.

↳ dulceperez we picked uncle lewis over you

lewishamilton this one is amazing daphne

↳ daphnejricciardo thanks lewis!

user03 everyday i think this friend group can’t get more unhinged and they prove me wrong time and time again.

↳ landonorris we live to disappoint expectations of us

¡leclerc-s speaks! in honor of 1989 (taylor's version) i give you this. i genuinely don't what this is but i knew i wanted to do something for oct 27th and this is the result of that. have y'all heard 1989 (taylor's version) and if so what's your favorite vault track, personally is it over now? has been on repeat all day.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

#leclerc-s #the honest series #daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo x female oc #formula 1 #formula 1 fic #fanfic #fanfiction #f1 #f1 smau #f1 social media au #f1 instagram au #f1 fic

[niki-phoria]

Annyeong my favorite writer! I was wondering if you could do a ni-ki x male imagine where he has a secret boyfriend that is one year older than him (they have been dating even before he left for Korea so maybe when ni-ki was 13 years old male reader started courting him even if it's long distance and have made it official after he debuted) members does not know, cause he was scared to come out to them.

One day the members heard him someone calling "Love" and started teasing about who was that mystery "girl". Ni-ki couldn't handle it and accidentally blurted out it was a boy, ni-ki was shocked and immediately started crying because he was scared but the members comforted him and supported him.

And the members met ni-ki's boyfriend (they felt betrayed as a joke that ni-ki didn't told him he has a handsome boyfriend which ended up with them getting hit on the head)

JUST FLUFF CAUSE NI-KI LOOKS SO CUTE THESE DAYS LIKE WTFFFF

pairing: niki x male!reader (he/him pronouns) genre: fluff word count: 1.8k

includes: childhood friends to lovers, reader cries, mentions of niki being scared to come out, think i like full fics more than reactions, i'm really proud of this one ngl

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i love this idea sm, i hope you like it :))

“excuse me,” a soft voice says, interrupting you from your thoughts. you look up from your notes to see a young boy around your age standing in front of your desk. his hands remain stiffly pressed against his sides - likely from nerves.

his pristine uniform fits him perfectly. his neatly brushed black fringe covers most of his forehead. his hands feel clammy as he points to the seat beside you. “do you mind if i sit here? i’m a new student and they told me to just pick a seat.”

“not at all,” you smile, shifting slightly to make room for him. the boy sets his black bag down on the ground beside you as he slides into the chair. “what’s your name?”

“nishimura riki,” he says.

“i’m l/n,” you smile. “it’s nice to meet you, nishimura.”

“you too,” he nervously nods. 

“y/n!” you startle as niki begins running towards you. he tightly wraps his arms around your neck before all but tackling you into a hug, nearly knocking you both to the ground. you laugh, snaking your arms around his waist as you both stumble before you finally find your balance once again. 

“what’s going on?”

“i was accepted.”

you freeze, staring into niki’s eyes as the information processes in your head. when it finally does, you gasp, wrapping your arms tightly around him once again. “congratulations!” you cheer. niki smiles brightly as he jumps around with you. his face flushes slightly as overwhelming praise leaves your lips. “i’m so proud of you, niki!”

“thank you,” he bashfully smiles, gaze falling to the ground. 

“which company did you pick?”

niki hums in contemplation for a second before he answers. “i think i want to join belift lab. they seem like they have a lot of great opportunities. but…” 

you cock your head in confusion, silently reaching out to intertwine your fingers together. you reassuringly squeeze his hand in your own before he continues. “...but?”

he sighs. “i have to move to korea.”

“niki,” you say. he looks up at you, nervously awaiting your reaction. “i think you should go. this is your dream! you’ve worked so hard for this,” you pause, softly smiling at him. “this is an incredible opportunity. you should take it.”

“you think so?” he asks. 

“of course.”

people bustle in the airport around you as you stand in front of the security line. you reach up to brush niki’s bangs back into place. your gaze falls down to the luggage beside his feet once again as a familiar mix of sadness and excitement tugs at you. niki reaches up, tilting your face slightly so you’re looking into his eyes. “i’ll call you,” he says. “and we can text everyday, okay? i won’t forget about you. i promise.”

you smile at him. “you better not, nishimura,” you tease. 

niki chuckles softly. his hand moves up to cup your cheek to gently stroking his thumb against your skin. your gaze falls to his plump lips, watching as he nervously tugs his bottom lip between his teeth. “niki,” you whisper, unconsciously leaning in. he follows your lead until your noses are nearly touching. you can just barely feel each breath he takes. “can i kiss you?”

his breath hitches. a light blush spreads up his cheeks. his wide eyes stare into yours for a second before he nods. 

your movements are slow as you lean in, carefully pressing your lips against his. elation spreads throughout your entire body when niki tugs you even closer. your bodies mold together perfectly as you pour all of your love into the kiss.

you’re nearly panting by the time you both pull away. you stifle a laugh at the blush on his cheeks. “i’m gonna miss you, ki,” you whisper, blinking away the tears stinging at your eyes. niki leans in to bury his face into the crook of your neck. his grip around you tightens even more. 

“i’ll miss you more, y/n.” you pull him even closer to you, closing your eyes. you let warmth surround you as you cling to him for just a little longer. 

you make your way through the swarm of people to your designated seat, tucking a niki sign between your arm. your view of the stage is partially blocked by a variety of heavy camera equipment and wires tangling over each other along the edge. 

you anxiously fidget with your fingers as you patiently await the start of the performance. the cheers from the audience are nearly overwhelming as the lights dim down before the screens surrounding the stage come to life. 

they transition for a few seconds in a flurry of red and black before people begin to shuffle onto the stage. your breath hitches when the lights raise again, finally illuminating the group. enhypen. niki.

your gaze remains fixated on him throughout the entire performance. his fringe has been dyed blonde. he wears a white blazer complete with a black trim and an accent on the side. you smile brightly up at him, joining the audience in cheering for the group as they effortlessly dance around the stage. 

you can see niki’s eyes widen when he finally notices you. your smile grows as you wave up at him from the darkness. he flashes a small smile in your direction in return before finishing the performance with a newfound confidence.

“hello?” niki asks when he answers the call; his voice is raspy as it plays through your phone speakers. 

“sorry honey,” you chuckle. “did i wake you?”

“i don’t mind,” he says. you can hear his blankets shuffling as he sits up before yawning softly. “how was your day?”

“it was good.” giddiness seeps into each word as it leaves your lips. you smile to yourself as you continuously reread the email as if the words will rearrange themselves when you blink. congratulations! your application to kyung hee university has been accepted. “i have some good news.“

“yeah?” niki smiles. “what is it?”

“a few months ago i started applying to universities in korea,” you begin. you can nearly picture niki sitting up straight, holding his breath in anticipation as you continue. “...and i just got news that i’ve been accepted to kyung hee university!” 

“really?” niki asks. “you’re serious?”

“i’m serious,” you laugh. “i’m booking a plane ticket right now.”

“y/n,” he breathlessly whispers. “i can’t wait to see you. i love you so much.”

“i love you too, ki,” you smile so brightly that your cheeks nearly hurt. “i’ll see you soon. i promise.”

“i just landed in seoul,” you say, glancing out of the plane window, watching as workers slowly begin to transfer the luggage from underneath the plane to be sent to baggage claim. “i’ll call you when i get to my hotel.”

“okay,” niki smiles, fiddling with the sleeves of one of the hoodies you had sent him. the comforting feeling of the fabric nearly swallows him entirely, calming his nerves as he anxiously awaits your arrival. “i’ll see you soon, love.”

“love?” heeseung repeats teasingly. niki startles at his sudden presence, turning to see the members slowly joining him in the living room. “i didn’t know you had a girlfriend.”

“i don’t,” niki shrugs. 

sunghoon furrows his eyebrows. “so you’re calling your not-girlfriend love?”

“i told you, i don’t have a girlfriend,” niki repeats. 

“come on, you can tell us.” jake reaches over to playfully nudge him. “who’s the lucky girl?”

“boy,” niki finally corrects. he nervously plays with his fingers; his gaze falls to the floor as silence momentarily falls across the room. “i call my boyfriend love.”

“what’s his name?” jungwon asks.

niki’s eyes widen as he looks up at him. “what?”

“your boyfriend. what’s his name?”

“y/n.” 

“do you have any pictures?” jay asks, leaning over niki’s shoulder. 

“i wanna see the boy making our maknae so happy,” jake agrees. 

he reaches over to grab his phone, switching it on before quickly swiping to find one of his favourite pictures of you. you’re both standing in shinjuku gyoen park in front of the cherry blossom trees. you’re looking into the camera, brightly smiling as niki leans in to press a kiss against your cheek. your hair is slightly disheveled from the breeze that had been blowing that day. the setting sun in the background cast a golden glow on both of you. 

niki passes his phone around, anxiously watching each one of his friend’s reactions as they each get to see the picture of you. “wow,” sunghoon says. “he’s handsome.”

niki blushes, shoving his phone back into his pocket as he playfully swats at sunghoon. “shut up,” he mumbles.

“can we meet him sometime?” heeseung asks. “you guys are cute together.”

“he just arrived in seoul,” niki says. “i can ask if he wants to come to the dorm instead of going to his hotel.”

“that’s fine,” he nods. 

“jungwon,” jay calls as he stands up. “come help me with dinner. we might have a guest.”

you anxiously play with your fingers as you let out a nervous sigh before carefully raising your hand up to knock on the door. you pull the sleeves of niki’s hoodie down to hide your shaky hands. 

the door swings open, revealing your boyfriend standing on the other side. “niki,” you whisper, wrapping your arms around him. 

he’s quick to reciprocate the hug, tightly wrapping his arms around your waist. he hides his face into the crook of your neck to pepper a million little kisses against any of your exposed skin. “i missed you so much,” he mumbles against your skin. 

“i missed you too, ki,” you smile. 

niki steps back just enough to pull you down into a sweet kiss. you smile against his lips, relishing in the feeling that you had been deprived of for so many months. 

“i love you,” he breathlessly whispers when you finally pull away. 

“i love you too,” you smile, leaning in to peck his lips once again. “now, are you gonna invite me in?”

sunoo smiles to himself at the sight of you and niki curled up on the couch together as he quietly steps through the living room to turn the tv off. his arms wrap comfortably around your waist, your head tucked on top of his chin. your legs tangle together; your bodies completely intertwined in the confined space. 

soft snores occasionally escape both of you as you curl further against each other. even in your completely relaxed state, your hands never leave niki’s. 

“they’re cute together, aren’t they?” jake whispers.

sunoo startles slightly before he nods. “i’m glad they found each other.”

“me too.”

#niki x reader #niki x male reader #enha x male reader #enha x reader #enha soft hours #enha soft thoughts #enha x you #enha x y/n #enha fanfic #enha imagine #enha one shot #enha scenario #enha drabble #niki x you #niki x y/n #niki fluff #niki imagine #niki one shot #niki scenario #niki drabble #enha fluff #enhypen fluff #enhypen one shot #enhypen imagine #enhypen x you #enhypen x y/n #enhypen x male reader #enhypen x reader #enhypen fanfic #enhypen

[hey-kae]

Post-Victory

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x female reader

Request: After reading that 5 time orgasm I couldn't help but wonder if you wrote about other drivers too? Cause not gonna lie, I would sell my soul to see gentleman Carlos giving the ofc at least 3 mind blown orgasm written by you 🤤 If it is possible please make it enemies to lover or put some tension between them, it is my fav🥲 Thank u for your amazing fics and writing, they are perfecttttt

Warnings: fingering, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex

Sidenote: I’m not gonna lie, I don’t really like how this turned out but I’ve rewritten it so many times that i just gave up. I’m so sorry to disappoint!! I’m im such an angsty mood so that kinda explains it but it’s also the fact that i’m just not attracted to Carlos no matter how hard i try to convince myself to be ( don’t come at me please, he’s just not my type but he is good looking so yeah).

Life as a content creator for Ferrari was significantly easy on most days, just carrying a phone around, filming the right videos and posting at the right times. On other days, the phone was shoved into your hands and you were thrown in front of Carlos and Charles to film one of the now infamously silly tiktoks. Those days spent under the Spanish driver’s glaring stare were living hell, especially since most times, the looks escalated into snide comments you’d exchange until some other team member told the two of you to knock it off and get to work.

It was ridiculous, really. You and Carlos had absolutely no reason to hate each other, it seemed to come naturally for some unknown reason.

After the Silverstone race, you had to visibly fight the urge to roll your eyes dramatically when you were asked to meet with Sainz in the motorhome after he had won his first ever Grand Prix. Sure, as a member of the Ferrari team, you were happy about the victory, but had it been up to you, you would’ve enjoyed the win much more from a distance without having to get up close and personal with the winner himself. It might be an unpopular opinion, but it was yours and you would’ve stood your ground if had the choice to. Instead, you sucked it up and sulked your way back to the red motorhome, your eyes immediately going to search for Carlos, knowing he had already finished his podium celebrations.

You searched for him for several minutes, passing by every room in the motorhome, asking every person you passed if they had run into him.

There was no signs of him.

“Fucking hell, Carlos.” You cussed under your breath, climbing the stairs up to the level where the drivers’ rooms were, knowing that was you last resort.

Sure enough, his room was alive with sounds of him moving around it.

You stormed in, having had enough of him already even though you weren’t even in the same room yet. There he was, now dressed in a Ferrari shirt and some jeans, rummaging through the bag on his desk.

“Why the hell aren’t you downstairs, Sainz?” You spit the words out with so much anger.

“Because we need to film a video?” He responded with a frown, not understanding your attitude.

“Here? We’re filming on the main-“

“You know, a congratulations would be nice. It won’t kill you.” He cut you off, taking one too many steps towards you and reaching behind you to slam the door shut.

“Ok, great. Congratulations. Now let’s get this over with.” You gestured for him to hurry up and move along.

“You are unbelievable.” He shook his head in disbelief, moving away from you.

“Well, good thing your opinion about me doesn’t really matter.” Your words made his head snap towards you, anger starting to cloud his expression.

“I’d love to fuck that attitude out of you some day, preciosa.” He chuckled with pure spite, his look piercing its way through you.

The phone in your hand threatened to slip out grip as Carlos’ words startled you, to say the least, so in attempt to attempt to mask this reaction you had, you tossed the small device onto the desktop, the sound of the impact silencing the room.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Your voice was right up there on the scale of shouting at the spanish man.

“Oh, i’m sure you heard me.” He narrowed his eyes at you, moving back towards you until your back was flush against the wall, his arm reached beside him to slam the door shut.

“Why the fuck do you think you have the right to talk to me like that? You are such an entitled prick!” You spit the words out.

Every single one of your nerves was pulsing with feelings you didn’t want to feel, things that you thought were impossible to feel. It seemed like your blood was rushing too fast and your skin had gotten a little too hot. Before you even allowed yourself to consider the possibility of you being attracted to the man currently cornering you, your legs made the decision to leap out of the small space between Carlos and the wall.

The attempt to escape was a little too slow. Carlos’ hand slammed against the wall beside your head, blocking your way and caging you in.

“Go on. Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll immediately stop.”

Unexpected desire fogged your mind, leaving you staring at his lips and struggling to form any sentence.

“Tell me what you want, princesa.”

It took everything in you to say anything.

“Go fuck yourself, Sainz.”

It’s a shame, the amount of power you had to muster to say these four words, especially since they seemed pointless.

Carlos pushed his body up against yours, his every move oozing with confidence. He wasn’t clueless and your reaction to him wasn’t exactly subtle.

“I’d much rather fuck you so tell me if you want it before you lose the privilege, sweetheart.” He smirked.

The fact that he thought sex with him was a privilege made your blood boil, and your thighs clench but you weren’t gonna give that any attention.

“Fuck you.”

“Alright then.” He raised his hands in surrender, taking a step away from you.

Nothing in this world would’ve explained your next reaction, but for now it didn’t matter. You weren’t even trying to understand it.

You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and crashed your lips against his without thinking about what you were doing.

That was all it took for him to pin you up against, his knee nestling between your thighs, his hands firm against your body.

“You might be annoying but i always knew you were smart, preciosa.” His hand wrapped around your neck, forcing you to look up at him.

“Shut up and fuck me. I’m not here for you to evaluate my intelligence.” It was fucking amazing, how he was still able to get on your nerves even when his lips were against yours and his tongue was discovering your mouth.

“Alright then.”

Your Ferrari shirt was tossed onto the floor shortly after that, his also following yours immediately.

Carlos’ lips kissed down your jaw, down to your chest, slipping your bra’s strap off your shoulder and kissing its spot.

While his kisses busied your mind, his touch slipped down your stomach, down to the front of your pants. He was suddenly eager to undo your pants, quickly slipping his hand into them.

“You were trying to push me away when you’re this wet? I’m disappointed in you, sweetheart.” He smirked as he felt the dampness of your underwear.

“Carlos, i swear to god if-“ Desperate to shut you up, he pushed your panties to the side and thrusted a finger into you.

The words you were planning to throw at him quickly got lost and you caught yourself moaning as another finger stretched you out.

“I like these sounds much better,” he removed his fingers to strip you of your pants and underwear.

Once they were thrown onto the floor, he resumed his actions, his thumb rubbing your clit as well this time.

“Fuck.” You arched your back off the wall, eager for more friction of any kind. Carlos was quick to take notice of your reaction so he added a third finger, eliciting a moan from you.

“Say my name.” He slowed down his hand’s movements.

You gave him no reply.

“Say my fucking name.” His movement stilled completely.

“Is this some ego thing? ‘Cause I don’t mind finishing the job myself.” You challenged him, moving your hand down to try and prove your point.

Carlos didn’t allow you to do that. He pushed your hand away and glared at you.

“Trust me princesa, you’ll end up moaning my name anyway. I was just giving you an easy route.”

His whole attitude changed after that. His movements against your clit were almost aggressive and his fingers were fucking you so hard, it made your body shake.

“Oh shit.” You moaned as you clenched your pussy around his fingers, feeling your orgasm just seconds away. When you finally let go, releasing your cum onto Carlos’ fingers, you made it a point to avoid moaning his name no matter what.

That enraged him, to say the least, so he didn’t give you time to come down from your orgasm. He immediately kneeled down in front of you, pulling one of your legs over his shoulder and latching his mouth onto your clit while keeping up the thrusting of his fingers. It made you groan and whimper in unprecedented ways.

“Oh my fucking god.” The expletives kept spilling out of your mouth as Carlos slowly sucked on your clit and licked every part of your pussy, his nose making you shiver every time it brushed the right spots.

You looked down at him, the sight almost making you cum on spot. He was eating you out like a starved man, the sounds his tongue was making only being more proof of how much he was taking his time with this.

Your hand fisted his hair, tugging of his dark strands as his teeth grazed your sensitive clit, igniting a feeling of warmth all over your body. Concluding that you liked that, Carlos kept repeating that move, making the feeling building up in the pit of your stomach stronger.

Soon enough, you eyes squeezed shut and your body shuddered as another orgasm aggressively ripped through you. It left you breathless, fully relying on the wall for support as Carlos let go off you, standing up to watch you with a sense of pride.

The uneventful moments didn’t last long.

“Bend over the desk.” Carlos ordered as he took off the rest of his clothes, revealing his hard cock.

The sight made you comply so fast. You wouldn’t admit it out loud but you couldn’t wait to have him buried deep inside your wet pussy.

“You’re a good girl when you’re about to get fucked.” Carlos pointed out.

You looked over your shoulder to find him with his hand wrapped around his dick, guiding it towards your entrance.

“Shut the fuck up.” You turned back around, fully expecting to feel him push into you any second now. Instead, you felt his tip press against your clit, making you weak.

“I’m gonna fucking ruin you, princesa.” He circled his dick around your sensitive nub of nerves, making you close your eyes as he began rubbing your clit the same way. He moved his cock to trace the sides of your entrance, teasing you by pushing in the tip slightly into you before quickly pulling back out.

He teased your hole for long enough before redirecting his attention back to your clit. He moved himself faster against it, teasing himself and bringing you closer to the edge as he relentlessly rubbed it with his tip until you felt your walls clench onto nothing, your legs shaking as the third orgasm blinded you.

Your eyes were still closed and your mouth was still agape when Carlos thrusted into you, filling you up while your body while still shuddering from your release.

“Oh fuck, Carlos. I can’t…” you moaned.

“Now was that so hard? Was saying my name so hard?” He taunted, his hand pulling in your hair as he started pounding into you, feeling you squeeze your walls around him.

“Say it again.” He rubbed your clit.

This time, you were to far gone to argue, you mind already not thinking of anything besides the way Carlos’ cock was perfectly stretching you out. You just gave him what he wanted, moaning his name as his hips met yours repeatedly im mercilessly thrusts.

“Sounds so good, princesa.” Carlos moaned, giving your ass a slight slap before his hands griped your hips for leverage.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt his cock brush against your g-spot, making you fist your hands.

The sensitivity was starting to catch up to you, making you feel vulnerable under Carlos’ touch as he pounded into you from behind.

You knew you were seconds away from cumming and judging by Carlos’ grunts, he was just as close too. Therefore, you let go, whimpering and softly moaning as Carlos continued his movements until he spilled his load inside you and pulled out.

A minute later, you pulled yourself up to find you clothes but found that Carlos had already picked them up off the floor for you.

“Thanks.” You said as you grabbed them out of his hands. The word hang weirdly between the two of you.

“I don’t hate you, i hope you know.” He calmly said as he pulled his pants back on.

It shocked you for a second but quickly started to make sense. Nothing happened between the two of you that made you hate each other.

“I don’t hate you either but you’re a bit annoying.” You smiled at him and he returned it. That was probably the first time you had ever smiled at each other.

“So, would you allow me to annoy you on a date sometime?” He awkwardly asked, his hand scratching the back of his neck.

It weirded you out that you were considering it. It was even more absurd how quickly you agreed.

“Sure. As long as you act just as annoying.” You joked and he laughed.

“C’mon, we still need to film that tiktok.” You reminded him and he groaned.

“There we go again.” You said with a playful tone as you finished getting dressed and reached for the phone.

It’s safe you say that this one tiktok was the easiest but most interesting to film. How wouldn’t it have been when the two of you weren’t sending each other death glares for the first time ever?

#carlos sainz smut #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz one shot #carlos sains imagines #f1 smut #f1 imagine #carlos sainz x reader #f1 x reader

[sinfulsalutations]

Congratulations on 500 followers, Nour!!! That's such a great achievement 🥰

May I request Fives x Fem!Reader with Prompt #2: "I can't believe you're mine" for your 500 Follower Celebration Event?

Please and thank you! I can't wait to see what you come up with 💚

@the-bad-batch-baroness

➼ ɴᴏᴜʀ'ꜱ 500 ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

⋆ ★ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ!! ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜɪꜱ, ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜰɪᴠᴇꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴄᴇɴᴛʟʏ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ Qᴜᴇɴᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ᴛʜɪʀꜱᴛ 🥵

➼ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ ☆ “ɪ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ”

➼ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ☆ ꜰɪᴠᴇꜱ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ꜱᴛᴇᴀᴍɪɴᴇꜱꜱ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴇx, ꜱᴇᴍɪ-ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ᴍᴀᴋᴇᴏᴜᴛ, ɪɴᴛᴏxɪᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰɪᴠᴇꜱ, ᴅʀɪɴᴋɪɴɢ, ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴡʜɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

➼ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ☆ 539

➼ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ

Your squeal of surprise is placid compared to the sounds of bustling city life in the lower levels of Coruscant, especially in a dark alley like this. Fives’ palm finds a place on the back of your head, holding it gently so you don’t have to rest it on the hard wall, before trailing his mouth over yours. 

You allow your eyes to close, let him take the lead and relax because you don’t have to be wary in your boyfriend’s presence. You know you’re safe in his arms.

He leaves a long, wet, open-mouthed kiss on your lips, lazily tilting his head to the side and kissing your jaw, hot breath sending a pleasant shiver through you. There’s a tinge of cheap liquor on his tongue from 79’s, the same taste that’s been plaguing your mouth for the whole night, but it somehow smells much more pleasant when it’s from him.

Your noses bump together as he moves his mouth to the other side, but it barely falters either of you. Clumsiness is merely a simple facet of intimacy and love with Fives, no longer just a bother; you adore him and his unique doting.

“Wish we weren’t so drunk right now,” Fives slurs, a dopey smile on his face as he looks into your eyes. 

“Yeah?” You mutter a small affirmation. His voice sounds almost whiny when he responds with the quietest repeat of your words.

“Fuck, yeah,” He speaks into your mouth, planting a sloppy kiss over it before trailing back down to your cheek, your jaw, your neck. “`Cause I really, really want to fuck you.”

You giggle and bring your hands up to cup his face; even under great overstimulation, feeling his flushed cheeks under your skin is a sedative that works every time. The sound of his laughter fills your eyes again when you pull him down, kissing him silly with a childish form of love in your chest; warmth spreads in your body, and you rub your thighs together to relieve the tension as best as possible.

“Me too,” You say, gently and tenderly, as you run your thumb over his bottom lip. The feeling of his goatee in your palms helps you guide your blurry vision to kiss him again, then again, and another time before your smile overtakes you and you pull back. Fives raises an eyebrow.

“I can’t believe you’re mine,” Your words have the overtone of drunk confessions and fraudulent, not true to how you feel when you’re sober and conscious, but Fives knows that you’re being truthful and it melts his heart even more. 

Shifting weight from one foot to another, Fives wraps an arm around your waist and licks the shell of your ear, slow and purposeful, like he’s trying to make a point without speaking.

“That’s usually my line,” He whispers to you, finally moving a hand away from the back of your head. Trailing down your arm, you slowly interlock fingers, and before he’s able to do anything, you reach up and plant a firm kiss on his palm. Not once do your eyes break away from each otherd.

“Oh, I know,” You snark with affection. “I just wanted to say it for once.”

tags: @pb-jellybeans @corrieguards @ladytano420 @jediknightjana @sleepycreativewriter @shinyshayminflower @secondaryrealm @nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius @dukeoftheblackstar @meshlaxbunny @kimiheartblade @followthepurrgil @wolffegirlsunite @star-burned @starrylothcat @blueink-bluesoul @aconstructofamind

#nour writes stuff #nour’s 500 follower celebration #star wars #the clone wars #the clone wars fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #tcw fanfic #tcw fives #arc trooper fives #clone trooper fives #fives clone wars #the clone wars fives #fives the clone wars #fives x reader #fives x you #arc trooper #reader insert

[rheagodlywrites]

Hello! I'm going through a rough time right now and I was just wondering: can I request the ROTTMNT turtles x a S/O who has anxiety, depression and PTSD? How would they take care of a S/O whose depression spells make it hard for them to get out of bed, take care of themselves etc? Bonus if S/O is plus-sized/chubby and insecure about it.

Of Course! I hope you know that things will get better! I’m gonna have to split this into parts so I can get it out sooner.

Raph and Mikey

It’s Not Lazy

Y/n was supposed to have the best vacation ever. No mess, no fuss. But when their friends take “fun” a bit too far. All of the progress they made goes to ruin. It’s not being lazy. It’s relapse.

You hung out with April and the turtles. They were having a dance off and you two were the judges as for a fair chance. It started off great. They danced and tried to out do the other. Soon the competition ended with Mikey being the winner. While April congratulated Mikey, Leo stepped up to you and whined about his loss.

“I demand a recount! It is I that should’ve won!” Leo grabbed your shoulders and started shaking your back and forth. It was that moment where you saw something in him that you tried to forget. You froze, pushing him off of you backing up from him. Leo paused his actions to take in account your own. Raph took notice and joined the two of you.

“Y/n? Are you ok?” Raph reached out to you went to touch your shoulder but in your moment of panic, you swat his hand away.

“Don’t touch me!” You shriek finally getting the other’s attention. You look at their eyes and saw them as they slowly approached you.

“Y/n? We just wanna understand.” Mikey calmly said with a smile. Donnie took a step to you.

“Have you been feeling awful since the start of this? On a scale of one to ten how would you rate it?” Donnie asked, scanning your body trying to figure out what was wrong. Leo reached out to you but the fear and panic in you caused you to run. You ran from the friends that held you dearly. The ones that you kept so many things hidden away from them. When you got back home, your aunt was out at work. You closed the door to your room and slipped into your bed. You covered your head with a pillow. Days had passed since then. You skipped school to avoid April. You haven’t gone down to visit the boys and you haven’t left bed. The only reason you got out of bed, was because of a gentle taping on the window.

Leo

Leo was worried. He cared about you and wanted to know was was going on but you weren’t answering calls,texts and haven’t visited in a while.

He decided after two weeks passed that he’d come to visit. He looked into your window and noticed that the room was a bit messy.

That in itself wasn’t a problem but empty chip bags and Oreo boxes were just on the floor near the bed. How long were you in bed?

He knocked on the window. Tapped it gently to not scare you. You looked up and said to him that the window was open before laying back down.

Leo opened the window and slipped into the window before closing it. Leo looked around and stepped around the garbage. He sat on them end of the bed as you laid unmoved.

“So…down in the dumps?” His words were light hearted but they only gained a huff from you in response. Leo looked down to you and laid down next to you looking at your tired face. You faced him in silence til you finally broke.

“I didn’t mean to yell at you.. but you reminded me of something I’ve wanted to escape and I got scared. I don’t want you to hate me. I don’t want any of you to hate me.” Tears stained the bed sheets as you moved a strand of hair that got stuck to your forehead. Leo sighed and pulled you closer to him.

“We’d never hate you. It was only a misunderstanding,Love. Take as much time as you need. I’ll be right here with you.” You leaned on Leo, as he mumbled to you how great you were. It was truly a moment that would be hard to forget for both of you. Leo eventually got up and walked off. He came back with a glass of water and a sandwich.

“Don’t even try to say that you aren’t hungry. Those snacks aren’t giving you anything substance.” You laugh as you take the water and sandwich from him. He watched you finish it the water off and gave you a sly smile.

“Damn. You must’ve been thirsty.”

“LEO!”

“HAD TO SAY IT!” The two of you laughed at the joke. To you the atmosphere no longer felt oppressive. It was light and seemed almost warm.

‘One day.’ You thought, ‘One day, I won’t be afraid anymore. I won’t have such ridiculous worries.’

Donnie

At first, he didn’t understand what set you off. He wanted to know more to ease his mind but he hadn’t seen you in days. When one week became two, he decided to do a bit of digital digging to figure it out.

As he dived into the internet and tried to find anything that could relate to your response, he soon found a case file in police records. It wasn’t unusual for him to hack in and check police files but your file worried him to his core.

It was a restraining order against someone you talked briefly about before. A previous relationship that went awry and caused you severe emotional distress.

With a heavy heart of worry and guilt, Donnie quickly went to your home. He went to the window and tapped on the glass. When you didn’t respond, he pushed up on it. The window to his surprise opened up allowing him to slip in.

“This place is a mess. You really should own air fresheners.” Donnie pointed out the noticeable lack of cleaning in the room and used his robot arms to pick up the mess. Trash in the can, dirty clothes in the basket and books back on the shelves. When he could finally see the floor again, he sat on the now cleared off chair.

Donnie crossed his legs in the chair and watched as you turned over to look at him. Donnie felt pain in his heart as he looked in your reddened eyes.

“I didn’t mean to yell. I just..got so scared and afraid. I know none of you would hurt me but I was too scared. I don’t want y’all to hate me for that. Please don’t hate me.” Tears kept falling as you felt as if your heart was gonna explode and your throat was going to collapse.

Donnie moved the chair closer to you and pat your head. He wasn’t fully comfortable with touching your tear stained face but if it was for you, he’ll let it slide.

“No one is gonna hate you. Nor is anyone going to hurt you. Leo says you may just be lazying around but I think you’re just relapsing. It’s ok if you step back, just try to press forward. Just know that you aren’t alone when this happens.” You sighed as he moved to rub your back.

“Do you need anything?” He asked as he noticed you calming down.

“Can you get me water and a snack?” He frowned and poked your side.

“You’ll get water and a sandwich. You need to mind your health as I from what I can tell you’ve lost weight.” You pushed him away grumbling about him mentioning your size.

“I’m too big anyways.” Donnie gasped and pulled your face to his.

“Blasphemy! You were never too big! You dare deny me to love all of you!” Donnie was always in love with your body. He always said that it brought him comfort whenever he wanted to decompress. You were his source of comfort and if you were going to bring yourself down in his presence, think again!

“You’re my favorite person. Mikey at a close second but you’re always there for me and willing to help me out. Let me be there for you like you are with me.” Donnie let go of your face no longer squeezing your cheeks together, preventing you from talking.

“Alright. Can you get me that sandwich, Dee?” Donnie was more than happy to make the best sandwich in his live just for you. Sure he’s made an amazing sandwich before but he was going to make the best sandwich proven by science and taste buds just for you.

You’re never alone when you struggle with moments like these. Remember in a world where it seems like no one cares, there’s always one person that wishes to look out for you!

#writing #fiction #fanfic #fantasy #angst #rheashares #rottmnt leo #rottmnt raph #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt #x reader #leo x y/n #donnie x reader

[the-fiction-witch]

Nemesis P2

Media Maze runner AU

Character Newt (Adult)

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Sexy Af

Concept Nemesis meet again

I fixed my dress a little, pulling down my car's mirror to check my face eyeliner still good, and highlight appropriately sparkly, god damn it! Lipstick on my teeth I quickly fixed it and grabbed my bag getting out of the car. I locked it behind me and headed towards the building hearing my heels clack against the pavement as I did. Once inside I found a table I signed in and checked my coat with the people there and I headed inside the large hall with a bad to one side and a band playing music on the other a wave of people all stood drinking and chatting but I struggled to recall any of them. I went to the bar and got myself a large glass of wine and kinda just sheepishly stood in the corner every so often someone would come up and speak to me some I knew and some I honestly didn't remember at all but I did my best to be nice until some guys approached me 

"Oh my god- it can't be- y/n?" One asked

'yep that's me"

"Fuck- it's Minho"

"Oh my goodness sorry I didn't recognize you"

"That's cool barely anyone has, you look amazing"

"You too"

"Hey, Thomas! It's y/n" he calls 

"Y/n! How the hell are ya" he smiled coming and giving me a hug

"I'm okay Thomas how are you?"

"Yeah yeah great, how have things been with you?"

"Well pretty busy,"

"Youlced away didn't you uni like halfway across the country"

"Yeah I did, it was fun to get myself a job there but I moved back to town just a couple of months ago with family stuff you know"

"Yeah yeah, uhh some of us never really left" Minho laughed 

"What about you guys?"

"Well works a tone of shifts at the moment, saving up already maxed stuff out on the ring" he chuckled as Teresa arrived with a drink for him and he gave her a sweet Kiss

"Awww congratulations," I smiled "What about you Minho how have things been?"

"Working hard, head of the company now still looking for that special boy" 

"Aww that's sweet"

"What about you? A special man hanging around?"

"No no, not for me" 

"Oh shit I'm so stupid" Minho laughed, "one second," he says scampering off with Thomas and Teresa in tow I didn't know what was happening so I simply sipped my drink until 

"And behold your arch nemesis!" Thomas laughed as he and Minho and found Newt. 

He stood in a pair of brown dress shoes, a matching pair of suit trousers, a white button-down rolled to his elbows slightly unbuttoned, a drink in hand looking as surprised to see me as I was to see him. 

I hadn't seen Newt since my last exam we avoided each other from then on until I moved away. Not like I'd forgotten him of course but I was just kinda surprised to see him after all these years. 

"Y/n."

"Newt."

"I uh I didn't know you were back"

"Only a month or so ago"

"I see. You uhh you look good"

"Thank you, you too" 

"Sorry I have to go," he says quickly heading to the door 

At first, I was happy as our argument was finally won in his silence, but as I watched him leave I felt angry. He shouldn't get off that easy. Not for everything he's done to me.

I downed my drink and followed him out to the grey dark car park

"Hey!"

He stopped and turned around "What!"

"What the hell?"

"What!'

"You're just leaving? That's so childish!" 

"Childish? I'm being an actual adult! And walking away from this childish situation"

"No! After all of the years of torment, you put me through YOU DO NOT! Get to walk away from me! Especially as I now know way more swear words!' 

"Yeah, I do too. But you have caused me enough trouble in my life the last thing I need is an arrest for common assault" he complained

"I caused you trouble! You were a dick to me my whole life!" 

"Me! You fucked my whole life up do you even have any idea!" He shouted before running a hand through his hair "You have no clue, do you? No no, you just packed your shit and fucked off, didn't you. You didn't give a shit about the mess you left behind"

"What are you talking about?"

"You fucked my life up. Everything you did"

"Don't blame me for how shit your life turned out that's on you!" 

"You were always such a bitch to me!"

"Me! You were always a dick to me!'

"Well maybe I wouldn't have been a dick if you didn't treat me like shit"

“maybe I wouldn't have treated you like shit if you hadn't acted like a total asshole!' 

“Ahhh you are such a cunt!”

“Dick!” “Whore!” “Asshole!”

But before either of us could say another word I felt a rather shocking feeling, I felt his smooth lips against my own as he kissed me sweetly but with a mountain of passion when he pulled back I kinda just stood a little taken back - “Uhhhh That, was, not a response I was expecting”

“Yeah, me either. Sorry just kinda-”

“No no uhhh it's fine just uhh caught me off guard there,” I said trying to keep my mind straight but all I could think about was ganking his stupid blonde head back to kiss me again 

“Can I do it again?” he asks, breathy and as desperate to continue as I felt 

“Yes please” I nodded he wasted no time after he heard those words his hands immediately took my waist and brought me back to his lips, my own settled on his neck and shoulders happily kissing him back, our kiss burnt with a passion I had never known before the years of anger, frustration, towards each other now left to stew for so long now exploded out of us like the lid of a pressure cooker, I couldn’t help but let loose a moan of pleasure and he did too as our kiss intensified, our lips opening more still moving against one another, his tongue slid across my bottom lip and I tugged on his hair in response which allowed him to move closer our tongues now battling one another and It became clear what this intense passion truly was. Anger. Rage. Years of pent frustration. When he pulled back enough to see me, not a single word was spoken between us he merely got his car keys from his pocket clicking the button which caused his car a few rows back to flash its lights and unlock. As quick as we could both move we bolted to his car I went for the passenger door but before I could reach the handle he pushed me hard against the door with a dark smirk on his face as he settled his knee between my legs pressing his body hard against my own pressing my body hard against the car as he stroked my jaw and then pulled me back into a heavy kiss, My own hands crawled up his shirt till I took a firm grip on him our kiss so intense that in the time between him unlocking the car and this moment it had relocked and our heavy kisses against the door had caused the car alarm to go off which of course made us pull back, he unlocked it again and opened the door for me offering his hand which I happily took as he helped me climb inside. The second I was inside he shut the door and came around to the driver's seat wasting no time to climb inside, slamming his door, for a moment we both just sat in his cold car gasping intensely, I smirked and kissed him this time which seemed to drive him crazy melting against his leather seat as he kissed me back, I went to undo his shirt but he stopped me grabbing my wrist. I pulled back confused but he simply started the car up straightening himself up as he drove off out of the space and out of the car park. The engine noise was low, He bit his lip as he drove both hands on the wheel in a vice-like grip, the radio and dashboard glowing orange in the darkness only broken up by the few streetlamps we passed, the radio on low playing some station I didn’t know. 

It was painful to wait even if maybe the whole journey took ten minutes if that, he saw I was impatiently biting his lip as he moved his hand to my thigh giving it a firm squeeze almost digging his nails into my skin through my tights, he vocally groaned in annoyance as we reached a set of traffic lights that turned red moments before we arrived. 

“Every Bloody Time” He complained but he turned his attention to me wasting no time to close the gap between us once again this time more intense his hand started at my neck but slowly slipped down my chest making a point to stroke over my breast as he went, then down my stomach rubbing on my hips, stroking across my ass and running down my thigh, his kisses moved from my lips to my neck kissing hard as his hand slipped under my dress now rubbing against the tights and my lace panties I gasped opening my eyes and I saw 

“Green light Genius”

“Yeah you’ve been flashing them all night” he muttered between kisses 

“The light idiot”

“Oh shit!” He jumped as he noticed too quickly pulling away and heading off, luckily it wasn’t long. He pulled up into a driveway.

He quickly turned the car off and jumped out I happily got out too and headed for the door which he happily threw me against kissing me hard as he unlocked the door the two of us almost fell inside as the door opened he kicked the door shut and immediately went for the zip on my dress but I pulled back

"Bedroom?"

"Up the stairs first door on the left," he says 

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[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 32. brb x oc

a/n: a bit short cause i got kinda sick today BUT ITS HERE HEH

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff, mentions of pregnancy, rooster just loves bea sm it HURTS

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-

Things that happened the very next day at the Hard Deck:

Everyone greeted her and immediately congratulated her.

The Dagger Squad asked for the baby’s gender and Beatrice was sweet enough to let them know -followed by the long groans from the losers and the hooting from the winners.

And they told Mav the name chosen for the baby.

Of course they did that during her break, far from others so they could have a smidge of privacy. Mavericks first reaction was a smile, then realization hit him that Nicole’s name was a mix of Goose’s and Carole’s name. His eyes glossed over with tears, the same way Rooster’s and Bea’s did after they let him know and he hugged them both, tightly, whispering how thankful and happy he was because of that.

It was more than just a simple name, both him and Rooster knew it. And when Beatrice got back to work and they stayed seated together, Maverick could just see how happy it made Bradley, “...Mav, I swear, she’s not from this world.” his uncle chuckles, sipping his beer and letting him continue, “Every time she surprises me, every time, she thinks about me so much. When she suggested I had to hold myself back so I wouldn’t cry.”

“She’s a good kid.”

Rooster offered Bea a smile when she turned in his direction and his wife gave him a small wave before her attention went to another customer, “...she is a great person.” he says with his hands interlaced between his legs, “She deserves the world Mav. She does…I don’t even know how I can repay for half of the things she does to me.”

“Maybe she doesn’t want to be repaid.” Mav shrugs, gesturing towards Bea with his beer bottle, “Maybe she just wants you to have a good time, to enjoy life at it’s fullest and she wants to keep your parents close by…you did mention this wasn’t the first time she did something like that.”

The signed record she got him for Christmas was one of the best gifts he ever got, the fact she went all the way to put his parents’ names on it meant so much to him. Sometimes he’d catch himself staring at it in the hallway, following the lines of Jerry Lee Lewis’ writing with his eyes before he goes to bed, “Yeah,I know…I told her yesterday that we’ve been together for almost three years now, I should prepare something special for our anniversary.”

“Well, that’s a good idea. You guys started dating in July right?”

“Yeah.”

“How long until the baby is born?”

Bradley licks his lips, then looks down at his fingers, “She’s four months along so, one, two…” he mutters the numbers under his breath, then pauses once he reaches the nine months mark, “...She’ll be born in June.”

“June?Isn’t that eight months?”

“No.” he didn’t elaborate, his breathing leaving his mouth in a shocked gasp, “Mav, my daughter will be born in my birth month.”

Even that, even that. He knew Beatrice had no control over those things, he knew it but the fact that their daughter was actually going to share his birth month was more than he ever hoped for. His eyes turned to Beatrice yet again, seeing that now she had her back to him and was talking to a group of women who immediately sounded so happy once they found out she was pregnant it was hard to contain their voices.

He taps the bottle against his lips, his smile widening and chest about to burst with love for her. When she turns around to face him one more time, she gestures to his bottle and mouthed if he wants another one but he just shook his head briefly to signal he was okay. Beatrice’s smile shone under the lights of the bar and Bradley was just wondering how did he get so lucky, “How long until she’s on maternity leave?”

Mav’s question snaps his admiring stare from Beatrice to his uncle, and his lips part as he thinks about it, “I think…from what I’ve heard it’s up to eleven weeks before the birth, but I think Penny might let her go sooner than that.” he explains, scratching his jaw with a finger, “She’s already very vocal about Beatrice working being only four months pregnant, so.”

“It is a very active job.” Pete adds, leaning back on his seat, “There’ll come a time it’s going to hurt if she stands up for too long.”

“Yeah,I know, but she doesn’t want to…be ‘inactive’, she wants to work as much as she is able to and I know she’ll probably feel guilty if she leaves Penny and Shells alone here.” Rooster smiles softly towards the brunette who was now talking to Penny across the bar, “She worried about everyone,Mav. She doesn’t want to let anyone down.” 

“I know that, but she’s pregnant, she needs her rest.”

And his nephew nods silently, turning the empty beer bottle in his hands, “I know.” he says with a deep breath entering his lungs, “I’ll talk to her. I promise.'' After that their conversation still focused on the baby, on Nicole, but they’d either talk about how he was going to deal with the furniture in their daughter's room and if he needed help.

Well,Maverick offered his help even without asking and he knew the others from the Dagger Squad would say yes as well…but honestly, he wanted to have that for himself, he wanted to put the furniture together - maybe with Bea’s help too - because it was something more than adding another room into the house. It was the baby’s room.

And he felt, strongly so, that he needed this mental break from what happened in December. That explosion was too close, way too close and all he wanted was to remember that he was there, safe, alive, with no other scars but the ones he already had. 

It brought some fears into surface, he was already scared by leaving Beatrice every time he was deployed but now with Nicole on the way…he almost feared…something else. Something he didn’t want to think about, something he refused to think about but it still banged in his skull every now and again.

But he didn’t want to keep that in mind, thankful whenever Mav or the others came close to talk, to ask him about the baby girl on the way and thankful when Bea was closing the bar that night and he stayed with her.

“You know I can still carry stuff, Brad.” she says with a small smile as he grabs a few boxes before she could, “It’s not dangerous, those are very light.”

“Still, gorgeous, I don’t wanna risk it. Where do I put these?”

“In the storage room.” she points to the door at the end of the bar, following him closely until he reaches the said area, opening it one handed and turning the light on with his elbow. Beatrice just watched her husband set the box down, shoving it under a shelf with his foot before turning towards her.

Beatrice was just watching him with her smile turning amused, crossing her arms over her chest, giving him a playful eye squint, “Are you going to be like this the whole time until Nicole is born?”

He claps his hands to get rid of the dust while laughing, walking out of the storage room, “Honestly, yeah. You think I wouldn’t?” he asks after turning the light off and closing the door, meeting his wife’s still amused gaze. 

“Well, since I know you, I don’t think it’s too far ahead.” she laughs softly, unfolding her arms to fix the collar of his Hawaiian shirt, then swiping off some pieces of dust that clung to the fabric, “But you know I’ll be able to do a lot still,right?”

“I know, gorgeous.” he coos, placing his hands on the flare of her hips, thumbs brushing on the fabric of her soft shirt, “I know you are capable and strong and absolutely out of this world. But I just want to be there for you, whenever I’m able.”

Beatrice gives him a strange look, “You are always there for me,Roos.” she explains, wrapping her arms around his neck, brushing the shorter hair at the nape, “You don’t have to worry about that.”

He lets out a soft laugh, dropping his gaze from her face to the floor, with his brows furrowing just a tiny bit, “You just do a lot for me Bea-”

“I do it because I care about you.”

“I know, gorgeous, I know. But still…” he licks his lips, clenching his jaw for a second, “Did you know Nicole will be born in June?” from the surprised look that formed on her face, she didn’t know that at all, “Yeah…we’ll share the same birth month. It’s…ah,I don’t know it’s…I know that’s not within your control,gorgeous. I know that, but it still…I just want to thank you, you are the one carrying our baby and you are the one who will give birth to her…honestly that’s probably the best birthday gift I could ever ask for.”

Beatrice is still looking at him, hearing how he almost sounds choked up when he thanks her. Her gaze softens immediately and her hand touches his cheek, cupping the freshly shaven skin and rubbing underneath his cheekbone “You are welcome Brad, really. Carrying our baby is probably the best birthday gift I could ever ask for too.”

That’s true, her birthday was at the end of that week “What do you want to do for your birthday then?” He asks once he’s calmed down enough, following her to the outside of the bar where he watches her lock the doors. Beatrice just offers him a shrug, one that makes him arch one eyebrow at her “Nothing? Not even a little thing?”

“I’m just happy to be pregnant , I can’t  really think about anything else I suppose.” She reaches for his hand after the Hard Deck is closed, interlacing their fingers together towards the bronco “Plus I don’t want something big, I really just want to spend some time with you.”

Oh his heart couldn’t handle much more of this.

He smirks, tugging her to his side so he could drop a kiss to her forehead “You are too precious. But there has to be something that you want, maybe deep inside? We don’t have to have a huge party but, you know, a mini celebration.”

Beatrice sighs once she’s inside the car, pursing her lips in thought as she looks at the ceiling, her husband waiting for her answer expectantly “…well, how about we get some pizzas, some ice cream and some soda for the weekend then?”

“Hm…that’s all you want?” She nods “Well…sounds good enough to me.”

-

He notices how she was looking at him, soon after they got home and the puppies and their mother greeted the two, her eyes never leaving him when he moved about “I don’t mind being ogled at,but,” he supports his arm on the kitchen counter with his free one propping on his hip “I’d like to know why the sudden intensity.”

Beatrice’s face turns red but she smiles “I got you a Christmas gift.”

“Yeah I know baby, the tests-“

“No,no it’s….well it wasn’t planned.” she begins, biting her lower lip, “Wait here!” and she scurries away before he could stop her, letting out a soft chuckle at her antics but he does keep himself put, crossing his arms and leaning his lower half against the counter. He could hear thunks and her footsteps as she messed around with something, her soft cursing and then her footsteps returning.

The puppies alert him of her return before he sees her, the soft yapping from Eleanor and Jack’s whining meant that Beatrice was close by. And she was, since her head popped on the corner of the threshold, giving him a little smile, “Okay, so,” he just stares at her with his arms still crossed, “Remember how you said you played guitar when you were in college?”

“...yeah?”

When she steps from behind the door, she’s holding a guitar case, black with a silver zipper and Bradley could only stare with wide eyes, “I found it online, remember how I said we could get it for you? Well, it happened a few days after I sent your first gift.”

“Bea…” he looks from his wife to the guitar, “Bea, are you serious?”

He stretches his arms to grab the guitar case carefully, removing it from her hands and carrying it to the kitchen table where he set it down carefully. He looks back at Beatrice one more time and she’s approaching him, nodding towards the still closed case, “Go on.” he hesitates for a few seconds, closing his eyes and breathing out a sigh as his fingers clutch on the zipper.

Once he reached the end of the case, he slowly flips the top part open, “...no way.” he whispers once the guitar inside is revealed, “Bea, this is…” the sleek black shone under the kitchen light, the hummingbird on the pickguard looking even more vibrant in person, “Bea this is a Gibson Hummingbird.”

“Yeah…um…” she licks her lips, “I…well, do you like it?”

“Bea,how did you even–” he grabs the guitar by the neck, then slides his hand underneath the body, lips parted in pure amazement when he sees it up close, his own reflection on the black lacquer surprised him “How did you even get this?”

“Well, a friend of Michael um…was selling it and I was interested. So I talked to Mikey,” she smiled watching her husband adjust the guitar in his hands, moving his fingers over the chords with his lips still parted in surprise, “And we managed to get it.”

Rooster plucked the guitar a bit, testing each string then all at once with a sweep of his fingers, “...holy shit, Bea. I don’t even…know what to say.” 

When he thought about a guitar he was okay by having a second hand one, those generic ones that don’t even have a label to be completely honest. The fact that Beatrice bought him an Ebony Gibson Hummingbird made him speechless, in fact he was still looking at it as if it wasn’t real, “I know you have the piano.” she says, gesturing to the said instrument in their living room, “But I just thought you’d like it.”

“I love it.” he whispers, shaking his head with a mix of disbelief and amazement, rubbing the lower half of his face in surprise “Bea, this is amazing, this really is amazing. Thank you, I…I need to get you something back for Christmas too.”

“You don’t have to.”

“But I want to.” he presses down, placing the guitar back inside it’s case, “You do so much for me, for everyone you care about.” her eyes drop from his own to her hands, playing with her fingers as he neared her “You never ask for anything back.”

“I don’t…I don’t know,I just like giving.”

Fuck, his heart.

He smiles, cupping her chin to tilt her head up, “You know, I think I can come up with something nice for you.” she blinks up at him in surprise, “I already have an idea.”

“Oh?”

“But I’m not telling you.” 

Beatrice purses her lips but doesn’t complain, instead she just looks at his eyes and he knows, he just knows she’ll be excited, “Okay…now um…if you want to play with it a bit, I don’t mind.” she nods to the guitar, “Tune it a bit too, if you want.”

He shifts his gaze from his wife to the guitar, the beautiful black looking like a precious stone under the light, “I can’t believe you did that for me.” he muttered, not taking his eyes from the guitar, shaking his head ever so slightly, “That you remembered.”

“I remember a lot about you,Brad.” she whispers, gently running her fingers down the buttons on his shirt, “It’s just…you know, you are special to me.”

His heart was gone now.

He wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against him, pressing kisses from her jaw to her neck only to bury his face on the crook of her shoulder, inhaling the sweet lavender of her skin. He almost lost this, he almost lost all this. It was hard to keep that information inside, but he promised himself to do it once Beatrice’s pregnancy was no longer in the risk zone, it was the fourth month, the beginning of the second trimester, there was still a little bit more to go.

“You okay?” he nods against her skin, feeling her fingers gently combing through the sandy brown tresses. His taller frame seems much smaller right now, nestled to her neck like he was, with his arms locked around her waist, “Roos.”

“I’m fine,gorgeous.” he says, “Just let me hold you a little bit, okay?”

Beatrice furrows her brows but keeps her fingers on his hair, twirling each strand of wavy brown on her fingers, then gently scratching his scalp enough for him to shudder at the contact. “Okay.” 

He keeps his arms around her for a little bit, lifting his head after he felt it was safe enough and looking into her eyes with an intense gaze, “I love you,Bea.”

“I love you too,Roos.” she sounds a bit confused by the admission but she assumes it was just Rooster being Rooster.  He leans down to kiss her forehead,then presses their foreheads together “...are you sure you are okay?”

He was, slowly, “I’m fine.” she shouldn’t worry about that now, “Anyway, what do you think about we go look at some furniture for the baby on Saturday? So we can enjoy your birthday Sunday without issues.”

“Oh, sure, I’m fine with that. I’ve read that it’s important to prepare the room during the second trimester.”

“Which is where we are right now.” she nods and he grins, kissing her lips sweetly, “Then it’s settled, we’ll go shopping this Saturday.” he’ll clearly appreciate the distraction, he knew it’d get better over time, he was just a bit shocked by the whole thing. “Now, let me put this away.” he closes the case, kissing Beatrice one last time, “And then we go to bed, how’s that sounds?”

‘It sounds great.” she grabs the hand that isn’t holding the guitar, grateful that he liked the gift so much but…she couldn’t help but feel like he was holding something back. Did something happen during the mission? That would be the reason why he was acting strangely…or maybe he was just tired. She didn’t want to overthink too much, that type of stress isn’t good for the baby or herself. 

Whatever it was, she was sure he’d share when he felt like it.

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Imagine that Felix is on a mission for a while leaving byleth with a newborn and a boat load of her own work. He comes home to see the house a mess and byleth has run herself sick from overwork and stress

(DotingFelixDotingFelixDotingFelixDotingFeli-)

“And you’re certain you’ll be all right?’ Felix asked for the seventeenth time that night. It had been little over a week since your son was born, before he was whisked away on assignment by the king. There weren’t many people Felix could say no to, and unfortunately the boar was one of them.

What convinced him to go (reluctantly), was when you urged him to despite wanting to stay with his new family. Dimitri had been one of the most supportive people when your pregnancy was announced, and had sent lavish congratulations following his birth almost immediately.

You knew he wouldn’t have requested Felix’s presence unless it was absolutely necessary. While you were well aware Felix would sooner forsake the crown than leave you with a newborn baby all alone, you gave him the push to just get it done and come home quickly.

“I promise we’ll be fine. I’ll be back on my feet by the time you get back.” You told him with a smile, your attention shifting to the squirming little boy in the bassinet. You both leaned over it, watching him sleep with great tenderness in your hearts.

“Don’t let them push you too hard while I’m gone. I know maternity leave for the Archbishop is abysmal, but don’t be afraid to set boundaries. The last thing you need to do is overwork yourself and take care of him. I’d feel better about it if you’d let a nursemaid tend to-”

“I’m not letting somebody else raise my son. I want the kind of bond with him that I had with my father. I want you to have that, too.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t ship me off to take care of the boar’s problems, then.” He sighed, flopping unceremoniously onto the bed. You followed after him with a roll of your eyes, patting his chest dismissively.

“I’m sure it won’t take long. I doubt your boy will change all that much by the time you come home; he’ll likely be sleeping the whole time.”

“It’s the least he can do.” Felix huffed, looking back over to the cradle. “He was hard enough on you before he was born. If he causes any trouble while I’m gone we’re really gonna have it out.”

“You can’t really discipline or scold a newborn.”

“I’ll find a way.”

“No you won’t.” You laughed, turning to settle into Felix’s arms. The two of you cuddled up, Felix drawing the blankets over you to at least try and get some good sleep. “We’ll see you off in the morning, and when you come back, we’ll have a fine party planned.”

“So long as it’s just good food and a proper duel. We haven’t been able to have one of those in ages.”

“Of course.”

The two of you drifted off not long after, taking turns to tend the baby every two hours or so. Newborns were no joke, something that made him worry more. It was already tough enough on both of you when you split the shifts, but while he was gone you’d have to shoulder the responsibility on top of an already demanding schedule.

He’d have a word with Seteth before he left, making sure he promised you’d take it easy.

Early in the morning, you saw him off. The baby was given a lingering kiss to the top of his fuzzy little head, and a longer one to his wife before he left the monastery.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t look back a few times, just in case something went wrong in the seconds after his departure. But you maintained your smile, waving after him until he finally disappeared from sight.

Felix took a deep breath, exhaling sharply in a futile attempt to dispel his anxieties. He’d just have to trust that you could handle it.

—----------------------

It took three weeks. Three gods-forsaken weeks to get home.

While it was nice to get back on the battlefield to help Dimitri with a campaign against cultists…he’d honestly rather be home. He missed three weeks of his baby’s life. How much had changed since he was gone?

The letters he’d sent during his time away were getting slower responses. Naturally that meant hurrying home faster.

When he arrived to the monastery, he didn’t bother taking his horse to the stable. He handed off the reins at the gate and made a break for the front doors, striding down the halls and making a beeline for your bedroom.

Gods willing, you were going to be in bed resting like you were supposed to be.

Ignoring any and all greetings or acknowledgements of him, Felix pushed the doors open to the Archbishop’s quarters.

Nowhere to be found.

Felix grimaced, eyebrows drawn together with irritation. If you weren’t here, there’s really only one other place you could be if you weren’t wrapped up in some council meeting.

If you were in one, he’d be pulling you out of it without hesitation.

The duke didn’t waste time getting to the office, borderline sprinting through the building. He made it down the corridor and zeroed in on his location.

He pushed the door open, a smile sprouting.

“Byleth!”

Instantly, it plummeted.

Your husband froze, finding your office in disarray. It was a wild mess, and you were settled into the middle of it. A blanket was wrapped tight around your shoulders. Papers were strewn across the floor if they weren’t haphazardly stacked anywhere they could be. Books were overturned and worse yet, there was a squirming bundle in a cradle off by the window where his baby was.

You looked up at him, dazed.

“Oh…welcome back, Felix.”

“Byleth- what the hell happened??” He all but forced his way through the sea of paperwork and came around the desk. He put a hand to your forehead; you were way too warm. “What the- are you sick?”

“No.” You shook your head, looking up at him as if that would reassure him. Your eyes were glassy. “I’m just tired.”

“You’re not tired, you’re sick! You’ve got a fever. Oh my gods- how did this happen?”

“I’m not sick.” You repeated, “I just…I just got a little overwhelmed with all the work I have to catch up on.”

“Your office is a complete wreck. And the baby- what about him?”

Felix left you for a split second, rushing over to the little cradle. The baby had been squirming since he came in, and was starting to squeak out protests. He could see why; the boy undoubtedly needed a diaper change, and he looked hungry. Felix plucked that baby up and held him to his chest, the worry starting to build into panic.

“He’s a mess, Byleth- you’re a mess!”

“Let me see him…I can-”

“I’m getting the clerics. Stay put, you hear me?”

He burst out of the room before you could so much as protest. Flayn was the first one he found, and he demanded she round up as many healers she could find to get you help (as well as hunt down her brother- he had some very choice words for the man whose sole purpose was to take care of the Archbishop).

In a matter of minutes, you were being taken from the office and carefully returned to the bedroom, trying to draw as little attention as possible from the prying eyes of curious students. It was unusual for the Archbishop to be surrounded by healers…let alone with an absolutely fuming Duke Fraldarius marching in front of them.

When they reached your room, he made sure to lock the doors behind him. Then everyone set to work. The healers helped you into bed and started immediately with remedies for your illness. Felix, in the meantime, took his little boy to the washroom and set to work getting the poor baby cleaned up.

At the very least it didn’t seem like he was in terrible duress; just that he’d been sitting in his soiled nappy a little longer than he should have.

“Tch…this is my fault, isn’t it? I should’ve been here to take care of you. Your mother should’ve been resting the whole time.” He muttered to himself, a pang of guilt hitting him while he worked on taking care of his son. The nappy was swiftly replaced with a nice and clean one, though it did little to assuage the newborn’s hungry cries.

He patted his son’s back gently, settling him back onto his chest while he returned to the bedroom. The situation calmed a little bit by the time he came back, and Flayn took him aside while the others continued their work.

“She’s overworked herself.” Flayn finally said, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I’m sorry, Felix. We had a pretty good handle on her for the first week and a half, but she started to slip away more and more when we weren’t looking.”

“She’s the Archbishop. How do you lose sight of someone like that?” His eyes narrowed, and she shook her head.

“She’s also the Ashen Demon. If Byleth wants to slip away, she’ll find a way.”

He glanced away, jaw clenched. She did have a point. “...Will she be okay?”

“She’ll need bed rest for at least a week. She pushed herself physically beyond the limit. It seems like she hasn’t slept much at all, even accounting for taking care of the little prince.”

Flayn nodded to the newborn with a small smile, her ears twitching as his squeaky cries grew increasingly more demanding. Felix gave his son a soft squeeze before he offered her to the young cleric.

“Take him and make sure he’s healthy- he seems okay, but I don’t want to risk missing something…and see what you can do about getting him fed. Get a wet nurse from the town, or something.”

She happily took the little bundle into her arms, giving Felix a swift bow. “I’ll see to it immediately.”

“Thanks.”

He watched her go for a moment, before he returned his full attention to his wife. They made space for the duke to come to his wife’s bedside, finding her asleep.

A cool cloth was settled on your forehead, tucked tightly around you. Felix could barely believe his eyes; the worst part being that it seemed like you did this all of your own volition.

“Idiot.” He grumbled, fingers laced in front of his face. His eyes were firm on your sleeping expression, refusing to leave your side. He’d already spent more than enough time away.

That man wasn’t going anywhere until his son was at least three years old, and even then it was debatable.

It would be about two hours of quiet rest before you finally came to. By then, Felix had moved a more comfortable chair over to the bedside, and he had a snoozing newborn with a full belly snuggle in his arms.

When your eyes opened, you found yourself staring up at the hazy image of your husband rocking his son back and forth gently, humming some tuneless song.

He heard you shift, which brought the song to a pause. He leaned forward, looking over you while you started to rouse from a much-needed sleep.

“Byleth.”

Your brow furrowed, followed by a few heavy blinks before you were able to look up at him. His eyes were narrowed at you, the frown more worried than annoyed for now.

“Felix…?”

“How do you feel?”

“I…” You swallowed, turning your head to the side. The cloth slipped off your forehead. “I feel better.”

“Good. Because you were in bad shape. You still are, according to the clerics.” He told you, tucking the newborn closer. “Flayn’s forcing you to stay in bed until you’re better. At least a week.”

“A week?” You repeated, waking up a little more. “No…I can’t wait that long. There’s too much to-”

“Stop.” He held a hand up, “You’ve been running yourself ragged since I left, haven’t you? Your office was a total wreck when I got to you, and you practically fainted the moment they put you in bed. You’re in no condition to do anything other than rest!”

Your protests quickly quieted, and Felix sighed sharply as he leaned back into the chair.

“Honestly…what the hells were you thinking? I told you to take it easy, and not push yourself between being the Archbishop and taking care of a newborn- a newborn baby- on top of that.”

“I thought I could handle it.” You managed, though it sounded rather meek. You turned your gaze from his venomous glare, “I-it’s just that…I had to slow down so much when I was pregnant, and…now that I can move around a little more, I wanted to catch up.”

“How much of your catch-up was actually viable? How much of it did you do while you were physically and mentally exhausted?”

“I don’t know. A lot, probably.”

“What about our son? Did you neglect him while you were working?”

“N-no, of course not.” You shook your head vehemently, your eyes falling to your sleeping baby. “It was part of what had me so scrambled…I had to keep interrupting work to make sure he was taken care of.”

“Why not let someone else take care of him while you worked?”

“Because he doesn’t belong to someone else.” You said softly, “He’s my baby. And your baby. And if you’re not here, then he’s just mine to take care of.”

“Byleth…you don’t have to be the only person your child has to rely on when you’re alone. You’ve got a whole monastery of friends, teachers and students who would jump at a chance to help you with him. Even your father didn’t raise you alone, right?”

You grew quiet, thinking back to your childhood. Felix had a point; there were plenty of times Jeralt left you in the care of other mercenaries (some better at childcare than others), so he could take care of something else.

He wasn’t alone, even as a single parent. And neither were you.

“...You’re right. I’m…I’m sorry. I thought I could handle it. I wanted to handle it.” You explained, feeling much more shy than before. Felix sighed again, and shook his head.

“You can handle a lot, Byleth. More than most people. But not even you can handle all the duties of the Archbishop with a newborn strapped to your chest. Just be more careful in the future, okay?”

“Okay.” You nodded, turning your attention to the little bundle. “Is he all right?”

“He’s fine. He needed a change and a wash, but Flayn looked him over and said he’s just fine. She found somebody to feed him too, while you were sleeping.”

“Good.” You breathed, relaxing now that your baby was accounted for. Felix’s gaze softened, seeing how visibly relieved you were. “I’m sorry, little one…I didn’t mean to put you through all that. I was negligent.”

“I’m sure he’ll forgive you.” Felix replied, and rose from his seat, kneeling at the bedside so that you could better see your baby. His little face was rosy and sweet, his little puffs of breath a great comfort to know that he was sleeping soundly. You reached over and cradled his head in your hand, running your thumb over his ear.

“I hope so.” You whispered before you brought your hand up to Felix’s face. “I’m sorry to you, too. I hope you can forgive my foolishness.”

“Hmph.” He leaned into your touch, kissing your palm. “Just this once. Don’t do it again, got it?”

You beamed at him, “Yeah. I’m glad you’re back.”

“Trust me, I’m not going anywhere for a long time. I’m right here with you- both of you.”

The three of you settled into bed, then, Felix more than happy to snooze with you both while you reunited with your little boy. It had been far too long since he was able to sleep in one, and also, share it with you.

He’d make doting on you a priority until you were back on your feet. In the meantime, he’d clean up your office and catch up on plenty of your work that needed to be done. When you slept, Felix had a baby strapped to his chest in a very cozy Faerghus papoose, handling meetings and paperwork.

Babies were surprisingly good negotiation tools.

After a full seven days of rest you were back on your feet, looking and feeling better than ever. You made sure to thank your attentive, ridiculous husband generously for all his hard work.

Which he accepted with a blush and a scoff, naturally.

#felix #byleth #fe 16 #fire emblem three houses #FE3H #felileth #felix x byleth #felileth family #fe fiction #fe-fictions #fe fictions #f!mu #f!byleth #fem!byleth #family fluff #sick prompt #overworked #felix just wants to stay w his lil family ;;;;;; #poor guy

[mageofarcane]

hello ^^ idk if you write angst but,, could i request tsukasa after a show and he’s like really exhausted and not in the mood to do anything after that which kinda seems out of character but hear me out!! he had a really bad day and he hasn’t been in a good mood even before the show. so the reader is his s/o and they hug him, and tell him that he did great and all, but that made him more annoyed and overwhelmed that he pushed them off, which made the reader sad and confused then tsukasa realizes what he did the next day and apologizes to the reader. i hope i explained this ok !!

I'm not good at writing angst, but give me a specific prompt/scenario and I can try to work off it.

I ended up writing far more than I initially though I would but I really like the idea and enjoyed writing it. Tsukasa has put up with so much shit in the past that I'm surprised he hasn't truly snapped at anyone.

🌟Tsukasa pushing away his s/o after a bad day

It was a long and exhausting week for Tsukasa to say the least. Nearly everything that could have went wrong had gone wrong to some extent. School was stressful, show planning and rehearsals were even more so. Props weren't working right. Costumes were way behind schedule. Many revision of the script had to be done.

Tsukasa was trying his best to keep himself to together and be the amazing future star and troupe leader he had to be, but it was getting hard. By the time of the show, he was overwhelmed and nearly at his breaking point. All that mattered to him was that the show went as well flawlessly as possible and that the audience enjoyed it.

But of course, the show didn't go as smoothly as he hoped. It wasn't anything major, at least from that audience could tell. Rui and the others were confident that everything would turn out fine but it still made Tsukasa upset.

Finally, after he and his fellow actors made their final bow and went behind stage to let the audience disperse. There weren't any props left to clean up from the last act of the show so Tsukasa and the others were packing up to head home for the night. You waited until he was about to leave to go up to him and congratulate him on another amazing show.

As you went up to him, you could tell he looked completely exhausted. In an attempt to cheer him up, you happily exclaimed that he did wonderfully and that you really loved this show, all while pulling him into a hug.

Normally, Tsukasa would be proud to hear you complement his shows, but tonight his patience had run low and didn't want to deal with anyone. He pushed you away, not hard though, and left as quickly before he had a chance to say something he would regret.

Initially, you were confused. He pushed you away without saying a single word, but after a few moments you realized that it was because the stress from the past week had gotten to him. He probably just wanted to be alone for a little while to decompress. You know he didn't mean to upset or hurt you, so you left him be for the rest of the night, though still a bit upset over him pushing you away.

By the time Tsukasa got home, he knew he f-ed up. Upsetting you was another thing that had went wrong this week, and he had caused it. He knew he should call you and apologize but he just couldn't bring himself to. He screamed into his pillow, angry at himself and his head continued filled with unwelcome thoughts until he finally fell asleep from exhaustion.

He awoke the next morning feeling a lot better, but he immediately remembered what he did to you the previous night. He quickly made himself decent and ran to your house.

It didn't take long for you to answer the door when he knocked and he panicked for a moment as he didn't even think of how he'd begin to apologize. When he did finally did try to talk, his words came out faster than he could process them. He did the best he could he could to say he was sorry for upsetting you, that he was entirely in the wrong for how he acted towards you, and that he loves you so much.

Before he could even finish, you pulling him into a hug and told him it's alright and that you forgive him. Your reaction surprised him but he threw his arms around you nonetheless. He couldn't find the words to express how relieved he was that you forgave him so quickly and how happy he was to have such an understanding and patience partner like you.

#project sekai #project sekai x reader #tsukasa tenma #tsukasa tenma x reader #tsukasa tenma scenario #reader insert #angst #hatsune miku colorful stage #ask #🌟

[dearchilde]

Turbulence

pairing; gorou x gn!reader

summary; separated during the war, gorou is left to pick up the pieces after your disappearance. where could you have gone? were you alright? were you even alive? these are the thoughts that invade his mind, and he struggles to keep the mask he so carefully put up each passing day.

warnings; mentions of injury, blood, war themes, hurt no comfort, angst, kind of formatted in a epistolary. possible part 2?

There used to be a constant in his life before the war. It was the type that would thrum gently in the back of mind, and it made him feel reassured. It made him feel safe.

It was like a safety rope he could trust that would pull him out of any mess, a lifeline, some would call it.

Now, though.

He's left to struggle to pull himself up after the fall. Bruised and severely empty without that reassurance.

more utc!

Gorou helps with serving their rations.

He works every day to attend to his soldiers, congratulating them for their hard work. He subconsciously counts every head to make sure everyone is present, the ones resting in the infirmary not withstanding.

“...He's been very tense lately. I wonder if it has to do with what happened several weeks ago.” His ears twitch, keeping his features neutral to avoid suspicion that he was listening in.

The other soldier hums. “They were one of the first members to join when the resistance was formed. I would be very shocked if it didn't affect the general at all.” The chopsticks he was holding were beginning to bend a little. Gorou relaxed his muscles, reaching for his can of water.

“Yeah, but it's been almost a month. You know how this war is, hope is the last thing we should be clinging on —”

Another soldier cuts in harshly. “Be quiet! He could be listening to you, idiot.” They shift around their seats anxiously.

Gorou continues eating through their constant glances in silence.

Two months go by after the incident.

He stands on Nazuchi Beach with a Tenryou soldier by his feet, gripping his uniform with such ferocity that it was a wonder he hadn't ripped through the fabric.

Several gashes covered Gorou's torso and arms, blood running down his face from where the soldier had struck him with the butt of his sword. His cerulean eyes darken, “Tell me where they are.”

The soldier spits on his face. Gorou lands a blow straight to his jaw with a grunt. Some sick, twisted part of him felt satisfied hearing the crack that came after.

He shakes the soldier with a slight manic desperation after realizing he knocked him unconscious. “Hey, I never said you could pass out.” The mask was beginning to chip. The man was out cold with just a single punch. He was useless to Gorou.

He pretends the choking sob that escapes his clutches was just a figment of his imagination.

(Standing in the distance, Kokomi watches her friend slowly lose himself bit by bit, . There was no way of saving that soldier from the hands of a grieving man.)

“General.” He turns to look at you, his previous tension releasing upon your arrival.

“Hey, how are you holding up?” He puts down his paperwork to join your side. He would never admit it, but your presence helps with his stress whenever it gets rough, especially now that he was promoted as general.

He watches you shrug, a teasing smile on your face. “That depends, how are you holding up?”

Gorou sighs. “As great as I can be. We're scheduled to receive new resources and weapons from our sponsors, so I was helping Her Excellency with that task.”

“Look at you, you've gone and grown up while I was gone!” Your laugh causes an embarrassed flush to rise on his face. Gorou groans when feels your hands ruffle his hair, playfully swatting them away with a pout.

“Stop it, you're going to give the soldiers a reason to coddle me!”

“It's just the two of us, Go, no one is going to walk in and witness your cute self.” You coo at him, reaching up to scratch behind his ears. Despite his original hesitance, this time Gorou allows himself to slump in your hold like a puppet who just had his strings cut. He could feel his tail swaying gently, your arms being the only thing keeping him up.

Gorou basks in your scent and warmth, the gentle sound of your breathing washing away his worries. He could almost whine in happiness by how safe he feels.

You hum softly above him. “Gorou?”

“Mm, yeah?”

“I'm sorry.” He furrows his eyebrows in confusion, and before he knows, blood splatters on his face, your hands that were previously massaging his scalp falling limp on your sides. Alarmed, he pulls back and almost feels a wail erupt out of him at the sight that greets him.

Your name is the only thing he screams out before everything turns black.

It begins with nightmares.

They always do.

Gorou almost prefers those than the vivid hallucinations of your presence standing behind him.

“This is all we could find, sir.” They hand him a torn red scarf, the ends singed and a single tear.

Your red scarf.

A part of Gorou dies that day, but he hides the pain with pursed lips and a thanks.

The soldier doesn't question him.

It's Kokomi's face that greets him upon awakening.

“You're awake,” She sounds as tired as she looks. Gorou notices the bloodstains on her clothes. He's handed a cup of water for his parched throat. She sits next to him and helps him down the water, “How are you feeling? Are the bandages okay?”

Gorou sets the cup down quietly. He doesn't answer.

Kokomi doesn't bring up what happened.

“You were asleep for four days. We made sure to heal the most critical injuries, so try not to move around too much since they're still healing.” She stands to go fetch the medicine prescribed to him. It's not like she needed him to talk, that was fine, Kokomi could talk enough for the both of them.

She talks about pointless matters, she talks about how his soldiers were eagerly awaiting for his full recovery. She talks about a new book she recently began reading, and it helps. It helps because it's a welcome distraction to her, and hopefully to her general as well.

Because he was alive, and that's all that truly mattered.

“Are you hungry? There should be enough food left in the storage. I can —” She cuts off with a choke suddenly, the stress of the past few days finally hitting her, but no matter how hard she tries, she couldn't stop the stream of tears that began pouring out of her eyes. She doubles over to hide her expression, but she couldn't conceal her sobs that filled the room.

Gorou watches her breakdown on the sidelines, wishing and praying to whatever deity would be willing to listen that he could do the same.

#–;dearchilde's library! #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin scenarios #gorou genshin impact #gorou x reader #gorou scenarios #gorou angst

[mssleepy876b]

TGM Fic Possible Chapter 2

summary: An reunion with between Bradley and a childhood peer makes waves during the prep for the Uranium Mission.

requested? No, just a possible start to a story.

word count: 1578

warnings: No

a/n: Please give feedback as might be the start of a new story. @seresinhangmanjake @tongue-like-a-razor @bratshaws @bradshawsbaby @roosterforme @beyondthesefourwalls @townmoondaltwistle

Chapter 2

Ellie smiled as her memories of growing up with Maverick filled her mind.  A buzz of her cell phone caught her attention from the crowd as the Hard Deck filled up for the night.  A text message awaited her from her dad.  “Warlock shared the results.  Good job, Mini-Me.  Mom and I are proud.” Her ears filled with music as the piano began to ring out filling the air.  A familiar head of hair sat at the piano bench; Ellie’s heart jumped into her chest.  “Oh, God, No.  Please let him be here for something else.  Please.” She thought as she moved to face the piano player with tears at the edges of her eyes.

                His voice and a familiar tune filled the room.  His focus on the keys and his song made her smile with memories of how important that song was to her Uncle Maverick and his dad Goose.  His callsign and cheers filled the air around them when their eyes met.  She gave a small smile as he moved through the crowd to greet her.  “Ellie?” he said quietly.  Her nod was enough to encourage him to pull her close into a hug as a laugh caused his chest to vibrate against hers.  Her nose was filled with his familiar cologne and the scents of the skies.  He looked her over as he stepped back.  “God, Ellie, you look good.  Different but good.  How are you doing?  Last I heard you were in DC with Slider.”  She chuckled slightly as he led her to a nearby pool table with other navy members surrounding it.

                She stepped to the other side of a small table as she began to answer him.  “I was in DC until about a month ago.  Mom asked and Uncle Slider helped me transfer near home.  Been here at North Island for a month now.  Working directly with Admiral Bates. “

                “Explains the promotion, Lt. Commander.  Congratulations, Ellie.  You deserve it.  But not in the skies?”

                “Rotator cup surgery about a year ago.  Completed the paper assessments and re-quals were today.  Cleared to return as soon as Warlock decides.”

                “Tommy?  Sasha and Chris?  How are they doing?”

                “Tommy’s a CAG now on a carrier.  In the Med somewhere.  Loves every minute of it.  Sasha and Chris are good.  The kids are growing so quick these days.  3rd and 4th graders now.  Sasha’s running the New York to Atlanta trek lately.  Got a lot of challenges and respect built up for herself.”

                “What about your mom and dad?  I know you said Aunt Sarah asked you to come closer to home but any news?  Your dad is brief in his emails.”

                “Mom’s good.  Dad works at home a lot these days.  Keeps her busy as well as keeping up with us.  Dad’s health hasn’t been great, Brad.  Last thing they told me it was in remission, but I am concerned.  He barely talks on the phone anymore.  It is always by text or email.  I know it took a lot out of him, but I am scared there is more they are hiding from me.”

                He pulled her into another quick hug, “Ellie, I am sorry.  I need to go out there if I have time.  I need to see them and catch up in person.  Still in the big house?”

                “Of course, Mom will never let that place go.  She loves it.”  Ellie said with a smile returning to her face.

                A male voice interrupted before Brad could speak again.  “Bradshaw, who’s the lovely lady?” one of the officers in uniform said as he approached them.

                “Hangman, bug off.” Brad said moving to stand toe to toe with the new man.

                “Rooster, be honest.  You know she is out of your league.” Hangman responded.

                Ellie reached out to Brad touching his arm before he responded as she moved to stand.  Her eyes met with a female officer who flashed a look of recognition on her face as Ellie moved to stand at her full height in front of Brad.  Another officer, Fritz, recognized Ellie as well.  “So, you must think you are Lieutenant Serein?” she asked with chill entering her voice looking him over.

                “Of course.  Only the best of the best for you, Darling.” He said with a smirk.

                Ellie took off her baseball cap, shaking out her blonde hair, and moved to stand toe to toe with Hangman.  “If I wanted to be with the best of the best, Lieutenant.  I would go to visit my father the Admiral, or to the Med to visit my brother, the CAG on his carrier, or just hang out alone as I am one of the Best of the Best.  Top Gun Class of 2012.  Don’t think that just because I am in civilian attire that I can’t handle a cocky lieutenant.  Thanks to my father, brothers, and my Uncles of the Top Gun class of 1986, I will always be better in the skies than you.”  She took a deep breath and turned to face Brad.  “Brad, I will see you later.  Phoenix, nice to see you again.  Fritz, don’t think I forgot about that drink you owe me for saving your skin with the CAG that last flight.” Ellie tapped Fritz on the shoulder as she walked past him.

                She was almost to the door when she hear Phoenix’s voice echo out.  “God, you are so stupid, Bagman.  How successful of a career do you think you will have by pissing off Iceman’s baby girl?  First day back at North Island and you start it by pissing off Ice Queen.  While Ice Queen will handle you in the air, her father as an Admiral has a lot more reach, Bagman.”  Everyone, other than Brad and Fritz, looked at Phoenix in surprise making Ellie smile again as she exited the door and headed off to her car for the night. 

                The next morning, she met Admiral Bates in her office.  She was shocked as she entered and spoke to him right away, “Admiral Bates, sir.  Did I miss a meeting?  Did you need something?”

                “Calm down, Lt. Commander.  I was checking that you were in uniform.  Do you have your flight suit with you?”

                “Yes, sir.  Here in my duffle.”

                “Good.  You might need it later.  Be down at the training hangar by 9.  See you then, Lt. Commander.” He said moving out the door.

                Her uniform and hair was pristine as she greeted Admiral Simpson as he entered the hangar where she was standing.  “Lieutenant Commander, I heard about your re-quals.  Good to have you back in the skies.” He told her.  “Bet your father was proud.”

                “Thank you, sir.  It feels good to be back in the air.  Yes, sir.  He texted to congratulate me last night.” She said quickly.  She then watched as Cyclone motioned for Warlock to start the meeting.  She stood at Cyclone’s side as Warlock addressed the group.  She recognized Hangman, Fritz, and Phoenix along with Brad.  She felt her heart drop as she saw the recent Top Gun graduates from each squadron including Fritz from her old squadron.  She immediately knew the mission they faced.  She paled as she saw Maverick walk from the back of the hangar to face the group.  Her family was right in the middle of this mission and her heart sank.

                Ellie analyzed the information and helped Maverick break down the flights with the group as the 2nd day progressed.  She could see each mistake as the teams made them.  She could tell that the pilots seemed too cocky to understand or listen to what Maverick was telling them.  She shook her head as each team failed.  It was at the end of training day 2 as tensions flared.  Hangman and Brad began to bristle against each other, and Hangman brought up Goose.  Ellie’s face paled.  As the group settled keeping Rooster and Hangman apart, her heart felt full of ice against Hangman.  After Maverick dismissed them, Rooster left quickly but Ellie went nose to nose with Jake.

                “You really enjoy being an ass, don’t you, Serein?” she snapped out.

                “What does it matter to you, Elsa?” he said smirking.

                “Do you realize that you not only purposely hurt Rooster but Maverick too?  One of the hardest things Bradley had to watch was his mom raise him alone because she never could replace Goose.  Plus, my Dad and his class had to step in to be father figures in Brad’s life.  Maverick has never lost the guilt over Goose’s death.  He told me so many times how as the pilot you are so responsible for the lives of your WSO or your wingmen.  He warned me how hard it was to have to face the consequences of mistakes in the air even if they are not your fault.  You always feel responsible for those on your team.  Your cocky attitude will get someone on your team killed, Serein, which is why no one can trust you in the air.”  Ellie took a breath as she felt both Phoenix and Fritz at her back.  She stared down Jake with the cold look inherited from her father and the ice in her voice.  “If you ever bring up my Uncle Goose like that again, it will be more than Rooster that they will have to keep off your back.  I’ll personally kick your ass, Serein.  And that is a promise. “she said as she stormed out of the room to find Bradley.

#bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader

[murdereraisuha]

Chapter 6 part 4 liveblog and summary (episodes 80-89)

The end is finally in sight!

Warning for spoilers and possible mistranslations.

oooooo nice sunrise. I don’t really think about it a lot since it is the background, but I gotta say that I love the art style that twst uses for backgrounds.

After leaving the Isle, Rook and Vil also praise the beauty of the sunrise, and then... Vil bursts into tears. Alright great way to start the day. Okay wow so he isn’t as okay with being an old man as he said before lol. Understandable though.

Spurred on by Vil’s loud wailing, they quickly arrive back at the NRC sports field. Everyone laments their poor ears for a bit before Ruggie and Jack run up to them. Ruggie welcomes Leona back while Jack checks over the whole group. He notes that Vil doesn’t seem to be here, and asks who the old guy in the Pomefiore robes is. Oh no hfdfdlkghldskhg time for more Vil crying. Jack & Ruggie realize what’s going on and express their shock before asking what the hell happened to the group. Instead of answering their questions, Leona says he just wants some food, a shower, and some sleep.

Then Kalim runs in, somehow makes Jamil’s name sound like a pterodactyl screech, and knocks Jamil over while at the same time asking if he’s alright. Jamil tells him to get off of him already, but Kalim continue rambling about how worried he’s been since he heard Jade wondering if the kidnapped students were even still alive. Jade and Floyd then make their entrance, with Jade saying he was just pointing out the possibility and didn’t intend to make anyone worry more. They welcome Azul back, who in turn asks how Mostro Lounge has been doing in his absence. They report that they’ve kept it open, but due to the chaos they’ve had zero customers. Azul is distressed and wants to go there asap. Priorities lmao

Riddle reminds Azul that he should go to the infirmary first and Floyd promptly freaks out at Riddle’s white hair. “Goldfishy’s becoming a white killifish!” fhgsjgsdfhdfl

OKAY BUT THEN AFTER FLOYD’S DONE BEING SURPRSED JADE’S STILL JUST STARING AT HIM WITHOUT SAYIGN A WORD FJSGKKGDSKLJF I WANT TO KNOW WHAT HE’S THINKING SO BADLY

And then Trey and Cater run in and join the freak out party. Cater says that Riddle looked like an old man at first glance, and Riddle thanks Azul for his quick judgement keeping him from becoming an old man “too”. Trey and Cater catch the “too”, look around, see the still crying VIl, and freak out even more.

The next members of the welcome committee are Lilia and Malleus who teleport in and congratulate them on coming back safely before Vil’s appearance shocks them. Malleus doubts himself for a moment on how much time has passed since they were kidnapped. Lilia realizes that stepping into the underworld is what caused this, and Rook explains what happened with the underworld. Lilia says that if the monsters of the underworld were set free on the world, even the Briar Valley would have been in trouble, so it’s only right that they should reward these people for their hard work, right Malleus? Malleus sees what Lilia is saying and approaches Vil. He says that he can’t turn back time, but he can share a little magic with him.

Malleus: Schoenheit, blessing to you.

Malleus: ... Now, return to your perfect world!

And with that, old man Vil is gone. He cries out in relief so loudly that it spooks Rook and Epel. As they recover and start laughing together with Vil, Malleus comes to welcome back the player. Ace and Deuce also finally run in for them and Grim. They immediately gets mad at them for being idiots and making  Ace & Deuce worry. Grim then teases them for being lonely without him, and Deuce is about to retaliate before noticing Grim is starting to cry. AAAAAAAA YES COME ON GROUP HUG TIME.

Lilia watches them with a smile, but Malleus starts talking to him about how fragile humans seem, since they become old like Vil was after less than a 100 years of life. Lilia replies that it is because their lives end so easily that they can form such strong bonds and history with each other. Malleus ponders what Lilia said before we get a scene change back to Styx.

Idia is tinkering with something. As he inserts something into it, we get a flashback back to him looking at whatever it is that Grim coughed up, which turns out to be a memory card from robot Ortho’s body which contains all of the AI’s memory and program data. Idia worries that Ortho might go on another rampage if he uses the memory card. However, he still decides to put the memory card into an Ortho body. It switches on and begins a start up sequence as Idia watches and anxiously hopes that it’ll work. It finishes successfully and Ortho opens his eyes and asks what happened after Ortho and “him” were sucked into the Underworld together and Idia explains Grim swallowing the memory card.

Ortho realizes what must have happened to “him”, but says he feels some warm sensation around where his memory card and core parts are. Idia worries if something’s wrong, but Ortho says nothing wrong, it just feels like Ortho is “here”. Idia then asks what he should call him from now on, since he doesn’t want the robot to have to pretend to be Ortho anymore. Ortho is confused and asks if Idia doesn’t want a little brother anymore, but Idia explains that as a result of the blot and the Thunder Spear’s attacks, Ortho’s magic circuits have been altered. They’re now immune to any outside interference and so his memory and programming can’t be changed anymore. The only way for them to change is through Ortho’s own heart. Ortho can do whatever he wants now, he’s free.

Ortho thinks about this for a bit, and says that what he wants is to become Idia’s “real little brother”. Even if the neither the blood nor the curse of the Shroud family runs through his body, he still has all of Ortho’s memories and thoughts.

Ortho: I am Ortho, and Ortho is me. Therefore, this is my will, Idia.

Ortho asks if he can still stay with Idia, and Idia replies that Ortho is already his “real little brother.” Then they hug. AWWWWWWWW HGHGLDKFLDSFGDLK AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Then Ortho says that even if they weren’t able to change stuff such as the curse, they were still able to play games with friends and take that first important step to change more.

Ortho: Let’s go back together. To Night Raven College.

Ortho: There’s people waiting for you, big bro.

Then Ortho says there’s something he wants to do back at NRC and he whispers his request to Idia. Once he’s finished, Idia snickers and says to leave it to him. Awwwwww this chapter’s ending is so sweet so far I love it

Then we time skip to a few weeks later, oh okay. The front of Ramshackle Dorm is now really cleaned up. Apparently the player and Grim have been staying at Pomefiore while renovations have been going on and Vil was pretty strict on them there, so now Grim’s excited to come back home. Before they can go inside, the Scarabia and Pomefiore boys come to check out Ramshackle with them.

The door area looks... okay? I guess? I don’t remember how it looked before well enough to notice what’s changed lol. The ghosts show up now too and come with them to the lounge. Also I just realized that Malleus didn’t do anything for Riddle, like he was much better off than Vil but still, didn’t he lose some magic/life power too? Eh whatever, if nothing happened I guess he’s fine.

Alright now this looks a lot different! Vil and Jamil talk about how STYX really came through on their promise to fix everything up after it got wrecked in the invasion. Kalim says he would’ve put a fancier chandelier here though fkdslfsdkfsk just rich kid things.

ooooo the room looks a lot fancier now too! However, Vil says that with all the changes to the other rooms, they didn’t actually have time to get to the bedroom, and with the flick of a switch it reverts back to what it was like before. The fancy appearance was just an illusion made by a magical device. Bruh.

Someone rings the doorbell then, so the group goes down to the foyer. It turns out to be Deuce and Ace, who’ve come to congratulate us on the renovations and bring a celebratory tart from Trey + snacks from the school store. Grim goes to dig in, but Crowley suddenly shows up and asks for some. Uh dude WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN

He explains the stuff with STYX was resolved yesterday and then Idia also comes in. The group all move to the lounge, where Crowley complains about what a rough time he’s had. He was called to the national congress building in the Land of Dawning, and along with STYX, important people from the Ministry of Education and the Ministry of Magic also questioned him about why so many overblots were happening at his school. He starts ranting about how he doesn’t know and why he deserves this when he’s been managing this school so diligently. Oh hold up the Ministry of Education is stationing a counselor and a doctor at NRC? Please tell me I’m reading this right and they weren’t already stationed here please give these boys some therapy and competent adults to watch over them.

Anyway, Crowley announces that Idia will be coming back to school. There’s also a new student, and Ortho comes in.

OMG SCHOOL UNIFORM GEAR LET’S GOOOOOO

Ortho is transferring into class 1-C! Everyone immediately descends into loud confusion and shock. Crowley says that Ortho has been allowed to enroll here as the first magic humanoid holding “self-consciousness” in the entire world. AKA, he now has a will and human feelings and stuff.

Also Idia what are you doing other there gdkhglkfsdhlds

Rook congratulates Ortho on this and changes his nickname for him to “Monsieur Wonder (Miracle)”. Crowley talks about how Ortho will serve as great inspiration for those interested in magical engineering in Ignihyde, but right after he starts grumbling about all the trouble STYX has caused for him. Crowley stop complaining and do your job lmao.

Ortho is excited to make friends with the other 1st years, but Idia just begs for them to ignore him. Then, Ortho reminds Idia to give “that” to the player. “That  turns out to be a “Wonder Link,” a popular new game console. They also give the player enough points in the download store to buy 10 games as well as some already downloaded games that they recommend. As Ortho and Idia go to set it up, Crowley asks Grim how he’s been since he came back here. Grim says that he feels fine and nothing was found to be wrong with him at the hospital. Then,

Crowley: I’m truly glad that you... no, that you all returned to school safely.

CROWLEY. CROWLEY WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT. WHY WERE YOU ABOUT TO ONLY SAY “YOU”. Alright this man just became like twice as sus, what the fuck do you know about Grim that we don’t

The fucker makes his escape soon after that so we’re gonna have to wait for chapter 7 to solve that mystery I guess. Instead, it’s video game time. Idia brags about clearing all the hidden stages and secret bosses on hard mode on the games that the gang played back at STYX, so everyone makes him play while they watch him.

awwwwww and we get chibis! this is so cute!!!

I like that it’s a rhythmic instead of an actual gameplay sequence, makes sense since it’s Idia playing this time and it also fits the mood better I think.

Everyone is super amazed by how good at video games Idia is, and Vil specifically is amazed at how fast Idia’s fingers are on the controller. Alright if I ever get isekai’d into twst the first thing I’m doing is forcing Vil to watch me play Project Diva so I can see if I can make him faint, cause if he’s amazed at this chill shooting game then rhythm games are probably gonna blow his fucking mind.

Before the group moves on to playing a racing game together, the brain cell trio get hungry so Jamil offers to get the snacks. Kalim offers to help and Jamil instinctively starts to refuse him, but then he asks Kalim to get the plates and forks. HELL YEAH SCARABIA CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT IN ACTION LET’S GOOOOOOO

Everyone is having a blast, and Ortho talks to Idia about this being a “going to a friend’s house to play video games together” experience. idia says that this is totally different, since these people aren’t his friends and this isn’t really the player’s house. Ortho challenges him to a racing game to decide who is right. So now it’s racing game time with Idia, Ortho, Epel, Ace, Deuce, and Grim. While they play, Vil talks to Rook about how him rescuing Grim and then Ortho’s memory card being in Grim’s throat feels like a miracle. However, Rook says that its not a miracle. He explains how the diligent Lord of the Underworld surely couldn’t have let living souls into his realm, so Ortho’s memory card, which is basically his soul, couldn’t have stayed down there.

We then cut to night, where Grim is sleeping in the bedroom and the player is reflecting on the fun day they had. They decide to talk to Mickey. Oh yeah oh god this weird side plot. What’s up Mr. Michael Mouse.

Mickey: Ah, Yuu! I can finally see you!

Mickey: We haven’t met up since that night that you went to search for your roommate, so I’ve been worried.

Mickey: Did you find your friend?

*nods head*

Mickey: That’s good~.

Alright great chat, time to go right back to sleep I guess. Oh, nope, we’ve woken Grim up. We try to show him Mickey cause he’s still in the mirror, but it seems like Grim can’t see him.

Mickey: Yuu? Is there anyone beside you in that room?

Mickey: Perhaps, your roommate?

*nods head*

Mickey: It’s always really foggy, so I can’t see anything besides you, but...

Mickey: Perhaps, you can’t see anything besides me either?

Mickey: There’s a moving sofa here,  a dog-like ottoman... and a table with a nutcracker on it. Can you see?

*shakes head*

Mickey: Hmm, that’s mysterious. And also too bad.

Mickey: I thought it would be nice if the number of friends I can meet in my dreams went up.

Mickey: ... Ah, that’s right! Speaking of friends...

Mickey: While you were away, I saw someone I didn’t recognize in this dream room.

Mickey: A man with silver hair and strangely colored eyes.

Mickey: He went away already, so I couldn’t get his name...

SILVER???????????? HOLD UP WAIT HOLD ON ALRIGHT I WAS EXPECTING THE MICKEY STUFF TO ONLY HAVE BIG SIGNIFICANCE IN LIKE THE END GAME BUT WHAT IF THE MICKEY STUFF COESM IN IN CHAPTER 7 WITH SILVER. Okay and ev en if it doesn’t still WHAT THE FUCK HOW PLOT RELEVANT IS SILVER GOING OT BE???? I”M. OH MY GOD.

Mickey: That was the first time someone else had come to this room, so I was surprised.

Mickey: You as well, it’d be nice if you could come to this side of the mirror to play.

*ring ring*

Mickey: Ah! This sound... It looks like I have to wake up.

Mickey: Let’s meet... again later... Yuu...

> The other side of the mirror is, a dream world...?

And then it scene changes to Diasomnia. If Silver shows up now and mentions seeing Mickey I’m legit gonna scream. Oh god yeah it’s Lilia and Silver here, don’t do it boy I swear to god.

They discuss the recovery of the campus and Riddle, and Sebek is also here. And Malleus too, and Malleus seems distracted. Lilia asks him what’s going on, but before Malleus can say much Lilia gets a message from his online friend (Idia). Lilia was worried that he had to stop gaming with him because of real life stuff, so he’s relieved Idia’s back and ready to dungeon dive. Lilia, Silver, and Sebek, start talking about Lilia staying up all night, but Malleus stays silent and flashes back to that time in Ramshackle when Lilia said that this might be last time he sees these stars as well as that time when the gang returned from STYX and Lilia talked about the fragility of human life.

Malleus: ... Easily broken like silk thread spun by a spinning wheel...

Lilia: Hm? Malleus, did you say something?

Malleus: ... No.

...

Malleus: It’s nothing.

And on that ominous note I am finally free to delve in all the new fan theories and memes and whatever that I had to avoid due to spoilers. Bye!

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst jp #twst spoilers #update screaming

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#BernieThompson #CarterBlake #HighSchoolFootball #HunterMcCrate #JaksanPrice #Jets #Ohio #OVAC #unionlocal

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three’s a crowd | DRACO MALFOY (smut)

Draco Malfoy x Reader

SUMMARY: draco and y/n fuck in the common room and when blaise interrupts, draco can’t find it in himself to stop. 

REQUESTED: omg could i please request a rough slytherin reader x draco smut where they almost get caught like someone walks in but they make it seem like they’re just spending time together but draco edges her as he continues the conversation hehehehehehe

WARNINGS: smut, public sex, choking, slut shaming, hair pulling, oral receiving (both male and female), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, degradation kink, probably more. 

A/N: this is my 2nd time writing this bc tumblr deleted it the first time. hope it’s worth it! 

MASTERLIST

An hour ago, the Slytherin Common Room had been bustling with life; members of the green-coloured house roaring the lyrics to their favourite songs and tipping back as many shots of Fire Whiskey as they could without throwing up. It had been a grand day to be a Slytherin, as today was the day that they had beaten the Gryffindors in a Quidditch match, and all thanks to your boyfriend, too.

The two of you had spent most of the night sat on the leather couch, you with your back to the arm and your legs draped across his lap, your head resting on his shoulder and glasses of alcohol in his hand. With a snap of the fingers, Draco had either Crabbe or Goyle topping them up like it was their full-time job. And all night, members of Slytherin had been coming up to congratulate Draco on being able to knock Potter out of the way just in time to catch the Snitch and win the game. 

Each time he’d smirk or chuckle, running a lanky hand through his pale hair and messing it up even further. It was already quite disheveled from your hand remaining in it all evening, gently scratching his scalp and absentmindedly combing through his silky blond locks as you used your other hand to raise your glass to your lips every now and then. 

Now, however, your glass was empty and everybody had seemed to call it a night, leaving the two of you alone in the Common Room, still buzzing from the alcohol and enjoying the quiet company of one another. You found that with Draco, you could sit in silence for hours and still understand each other completely. 

So when his large hand brushed your thigh where you dress was riding up, you knew what he wanted. Draco’s ring was cold against your skin as he ran it up and down your smooth thighs, even dipping underneath your dress a little but never going as far as your panties. You were growing wetter and wetter with every advance he made, but your boyfriend wasn’t watching you, his head was leaning back on the couch as he stared at the ceiling. 

His jawline appears so prominent due to his position that you can’t help yourself. Your hand glides from his soft hair and down the back of his neck, nails grazing his pale skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake. You trail your Slytherin-green nails across his jaw and grab it lightly, twisting him so that he’s forced to look down at you. 

When Draco does, his silver pools darkening with lust and curiosity, you lean up a little, wrapping an arm around his neck and tugging him down closer to you from where you lay with your back against the arm of the sofa. Now, Draco’s bent from his sitting position beneath you, his arm sticking out by your head and gripping the arm of the couch to keep himself hovering above you slightly. 

He expects you to dive in and capture his lips with yours, but instead, feels your mouth on his neck. It causes him to close his eyes and grip the couch tighter, making a serious effort for his drunken limbs not to collapse from the pleasure and crush you beneath him. He twists to get more comfortable, his knees now either side of your body and his other hand next to your face, pinning you beneath him on the couch. 

“Fuck,” Draco mutters when you find the spot that he loves so much. 

Your fingers have moved back to your hair to keep him still as you suck and gently bite at his neck, leaving a hickey or two in your wake. Draco pretends that it annoys him when you do it, but you know that he secretly admires them in the mirror when your back is turned, a smug smirk on his face as he walks into the Great Hall for breakfast after. 

“Mhm,” you murmur against his neck, blowing your alcohol-ridden breath on his new hickey and making him shiver. “I think you deserve a better after-party for kicking Gryffindor’s arse, don’t you?”

Draco smirks and pulls away from you. “I suppose I do.”

You love when Draco gets cocky. You watch as he pushes up from above you and moves to sit where he was, spreading his legs wide and unzipping and unbuttoning his smart trousers. You slide down onto the floor in front of him onto your knees, smoothing your hands up his thighs until you reach his cock which he’s pulled out of his underwear. It stands proudly, leaking with precum as Draco takes the base and lightly smacks your lips with it. 

“My good little slut,” Draco hums, eyes nearly shutting when you take him inside your mouth. “Knows exactly how to please me. Only one that can please me like this.”

You moan around him, the vibrations making a loud sigh leave from his parted lips. He leans back in his position on the leather couch, one hand moving to hold your hair whilst the other bends behind his head. He relaxes, watching you through hooded eyes as you bob your head up and down. Draco lets your hands grip his trouser-clad thighs, humming whenever you do something particularly pleasurable with your talented tongue.

“You take me so well,” Draco mutters, shifting so that his cock slightly hits the back of your throat, causing your eyes to water a little. “I suppose I deserve this, don’t I? Worked so hard on that Quidditch Pitch. Couldn’t think of a better celebration.” 

Draco’s self-confidence doesn’t turn you off but turns you on more. It’s not a common thing, but he’s clearly tipsy, muttering under his breath as he recalls how good you looked cheering for him on the stands. How, as he caught the Golden Snitch between his fingers and his teammates instantly moved to swarm him, that he knew you would be screaming his name-- in more than one way. 

Your hand moves up and you jerk off whatever you can’t fit inside your mouth with your hand. Draco makes small appreciative groans, his hand tightening its grip in your hair, tugging you down further. You tighten your mouth around him, making him hiss in pleasure. You can tell that he’s close from the way his head is now flung back, eyes clenched shut, but he pulls you off of him before he can finish inside your mouth. 

“Fuck,” Draco breathes, grabbing you by the chin and guiding you to your feet. 

As soon as you’re both standing in front of each other, you nearly expect him to lean down and press his lips hungrily to yours, but instead he turns you swiftly around and shoves you down onto the couch. You’re slightly breathless as Draco bends down, hovering over your face as his cold hand flings out to wrap around your neck. You squirm beneath him, his cool, silver eyes meeting yours. It nearly makes you shiver.

“I’m going to eat you out now until I’m satisfied,” Draco warns you roughly, listening to you whimper beneath his hand. “And you better keep your mouth down or people will come down here and see you for who you truly are-- a desperate slut.”

You whine now. It’s strange how powerful you had felt having him groaning under your touch, only for that to be ripped away from you in a couple of seconds with just his words and his hand on your neck. 

“Do you understand?” He spat, waiting for your nod of confirmation which quickly came. “And you remember the safe word, Y/N?”

“Slytherin,” you murmur back, watching him nod. 

Draco’s hand slowly shifts from your neck to slide all the way down your body, groping at your dress-clad breast on the way down. Once he’s on his knees in front of you, the roles now massively reversed but Draco remaining in the position of power, he slides your tight dress up your legs to reveal your house-coloured panties.

“You’re fucking soaked,” Draco mutters, reaching forward and barely pressing down on your panties, which, sure enough, are wet. “Who made you this wet, slut?”

He rubs you through your panties, your head snapping back and your eyes clenching at the sensation. You’re desperate for him to push your underwear aside and actually touch you. 

“You, Draco,” you whimper, looking back down at him and finding him already watching you intently, silver eyes ablaze. “You. Ever since you flew out onto the pitch in your uniform.”

Draco smirks at your words. He clearly likes them because it’s enough for him to push your underwear to the side, revealing your pussy to him. He wastes no time diving a finger through your folds, collecting your arousal and rubbing it towards your clit. 

“Mm,” he murmurs thoughtfully, “You did make a good cheerleader, princess. Very good indeed. I suppose your encouragement probably led me to win. Which means you deserve to celebrate just as much as I do.”

Before you can speak, Draco leans his head down and attaches his mouth to your pussy. You cry out softly, your hands immediately snapping to his silky blond hair. You tug a little when he laps you up, drinking in all of your juices and groaning into you. The vibrations are sent up your entire body and you nearly cry. Especially when Draco moves closer towards your clit, his tongue finally reaching the nub. 

He does kitten licks at it, teasing you and making you pant as you throw your head back, unable to watch him as he works his magic. Draco keeps his hands on your thighs as he laps you up, finally encasing his mouth around your clit and sucking. You gasp, your legs nearly flinging up to your stomach, but Draco’s grip tightens on them. 

He guides one of them up onto his shoulder, past his head, and you absentmindedly lift the over one as well. Draco’s hands reach behind you and tug you further down the seat of the couch so that he has an easier access to your soaked pussy. Waves of arousal flood through you each time he licks at your clit. 

It feels like barely any time has gone by before you’re hissing his name. “Draco, I’m gonna cum,” you whimper. 

“Come on then, slut,” Draco pulls away momentarily to hiss. “Cum on my tongue. I know you want to.”

It’s enough to drive you over the edge as soon as his lips are placed back on top of your clit. Your hips buck and you are forced to cover your mouth with your hand as you do exactly what he told you to and cum. Draco licks you all the way through it, remaining eager, his hands still gripping your thighs. 

You expect him to stop when you’ve come down from your high, so you’re surprised when he continues. You jerk underneath him from the overstimulation, whimpering out and grabbing his hair. 

“Draco, I c-can’t!” You cry, feeling tears enter your eyes as he laps you up over and over. 

“Of course you can,” Draco pulls away and slips a finger inside your soaked entrance, another one sliding in less easily as he pumps them in and out. “Come on, my little slut. I know you can.”

You don’t feel the need to say the safe word, even as the pain dwells on for longer as he curls his fingers inside you, pumping in and out as his other hand reaches for your clit. He rubs his fingers against it hard and fast, faster than you’re used to, drilling his fingers in and out like it's his mission. 

The pain quickly becomes pleasure and you don’t even realise you were close to cumming until you’ve fallen over the edge. Your mouth opens yet nothing comes out as you continuously buck your hips closer to Draco, a smirk on his lips as he watches you unfold for the second time in a row. Tears stream down your face as you come down, feeling Draco pull his hands away from you.

“D-Draco,” you whimper, your entire body shaking as he leans up. 

One of his knees is pressed on the other side of you, digging into the couch as he hovers between your legs on the couch. His face is inches away from yours as he guides the fingers that have just been inside you to his lips. You already know what you need to do, your lips opening a little as he slips them inside. Draco’s eyes visibly darken as he feels you suck around his fingers, swiping and licking him clean of all of your juices. 

“Good slut,” he murmurs, voice slightly deeper than usual and his erection nearly pressing against you. “I told you that you could, didn’t I?”

You nod breathlessly as he pulls his fingers out of your mouth. Draco allows you to catch your breath for a few moments before he dives down and connects your lips. You drink up the taste of him-- a mixture of the alcohol he’d been consuming before and now your own arousal. Draco kisses you feverishly, one hand gripping your neck as he grabs you and pulls you to your feet again. 

You’re slightly shaky as he guides you to the back of the sofa, bending you over the arm of it and spanking your ass. You cry out as he grabs your cheek, squeezing it roughly before you hear the shuffle of his trousers again. It was obvious he was adjusting his cock from behind you, especially when you feel the tip glide through the folds of your abused pussy again. You whimper, unsure if you can pull out another orgasm, but feeling more than ready to try again. 

Draco continued to tease your hole and your clit with his hard cock. “I’ve been dreaming of fucking you in this common room since the moment I hit fucking puberty,” Draco mutters before he slides all of the way inside of you abruptly. 

“Draco!” You gasp loudly, feeling full. 

His hands come around and he hooks his fingers into your mouth, pulling them by the sides to keep you quiet as he fucks you from behind. You feel like crying as he drives his cock in and out of you, nearly pulling out all of the way before slamming back into the hilt. He pulls his hands away when your loud cries become more muffled, his hands reaching to grab at your waist instead so he can yank you back onto his cock, making each thrust harder. 

You muffle your moans against your arm as you listen to the sound of your skin slapping together and Draco’s soft groans as he fucks you hard. His hips smack against you as he glances down to watch his cock thrust in and out, the inches covered in your very own slick arousal. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” Draco hisses, grabbing you by the hair and tugging you back so you’re off the sofa now and instead with your back pressed to his chest. “You’re going to suck me clean after this, you understand? You’ve made such a fucking mess.”

You moan and nod eagerly as Draco keeps your hair tight in his grip, mouth nipping at your neck and leaving lovebites as he continues to fuck into you from behind. The hand not bunching your hair up has slid in front of you to palm at your breasts which are covered by your dress. There’s something arousing about the two of you fucking whilst fully-clothed. 

Draco eventually grows bored of the position, right as you feel like you may cum again, it seems. He pulls you back over to the couch and drops down onto it, spreading his legs and patting his lap. You know exactly what he wants as you move over, your knees dropping either side of him. He grabs his cock and guides it to your entrance, head flying back when you slide down onto his length. 

Inch by inch, he disappears inside you and fills you up. Your hands grab his shoulders as you bob up and down on top of him. He seems dazed as he stares up at the ceiling above whilst you fuck him, clearly in his own world of pleasure, but he quickly snaps out of it when your hands ghost from his shoulders to his chest, feeling him. 

Your head is thrown back as you ride his cock, but a hand grabs your jaw and forces you to look back down at him. You whimper at the look in his eyes. Both of you seem to have the same idea as you frantically meet in the middle, lips hungrily moving against one another as Draco grabs your waist and helps to guide you up and down on him faster. You’re going to cum soon-- for the third time.

Suddenly, the door to the Common Room slides open, causing the both of you to freeze. You drop down so that you’re fully sat on Draco’s cock, his lanky hands immediately moving to slide your dress down so that you’re not exposed to whoever has just walked in the door behind his head. You have a view of the figure that drunkenly stumbles in, but Draco has to crane his neck around. 

“H-Heyo, guysss,” Blaise slurs, “I miiight have gotten lossst on the way to the dormmms.”

“The dorms are upstairs, Blaise, not outside the Common Room,” Draco rolls his eyes at his friend and lifts you up by the hips slightly before he starts to slowly glide his cock out, and then back in again. You hiss at the sensation, eyes wide as you stare at Blaise whilst gripping Draco’s shoulders.

 What the hell is he playing at? 

Your fingers dig into him as if to warn him, but Draco doesn’t stop. He buries his face into your neck and carries on, thrusting in and out of your soaked pussy. It shouldn’t, but it turns you on way more to know that Blaise is only a few feet away, and completely unaware too. 

He probably thought you were just cuddling since you were in the same position as you had been for the entire party, but maybe if Blaise was a little more sober then he would notice the way your breath was shuddering and how Draco seemed to be shifting beneath you. 

“I know…” Blaise stalls as he heads slowly towards the stairs. “You did well today, Malfoy.”

“I know,” Draco huffs, driving into you slightly deeper.

Your eyes clench shut and you hope Blaise doesn’t find it too suspicious when your head drops down onto his shoulder. Hopefully you just look tired to him. 

“Did you see Potter’s face when you caught the Snitch?” Blaise snickers, “I’ll never forget.”

Draco, as if he can sense how much it’s turning you on having someone in the room, which he probably can from how much wetter you are now and the way you’re continuously clenching around his cock, continues to thrust into you slowly and smirks. 

“Yeah, it was quite hilarious,” he agrees, “Zabini, did you do the homework for Charms class on Monday?”

You want to kill him but you also don’t at the same time. 

“Huh?” Blaise replies drunkenly, pausing in his tracks. “Yeah. Think so. For… For Flitwick’s class.”

“Yeah, that’s Charms, idiot,” Draco spits with a roll of the eyes. “You’re absolutely plastered. Go to bed.”

Draco grips you tighter as Blaise starts to mutter about not being an idiot, going onto some whole rant that makes no grammatical or logical sense, but you’re lost now. You’re on the verge of an orgasm and Draco can tell. To get you off quicker, he reaches between the two of you and rubs at your swollen clit. You hide your face in his neck as you cum, eyes clenching shut as you shake on top of him, biting your lip to hold back your whimpers. 

You can’t believe you just came on Draco’s dick right in front of his best friend. 

“Are you laughinggg at meee, Y/N?” Blaise huffs, “I’m not a idiot.”

“I’m not laughing,” you peer up at him, wincing from the overstimulation as Draco continues to thrust his cock inside, chasing his high which is quickly approaching. You could tell from how uneven his thrusts were growing. 

“An,” you correct him with a soft grunt. 

“Hmm?” 

“‘An idiot’,” You say, “not ‘a idiot.’”

Blaise says something back but you can’t concentrate because suddenly Draco’s goes rigid beneath you. His fingers dig into your skin and his cock does one final powerful thrust before you feel his cum fill you up, his eyes scrunching shut as he released a loud breath. 

“Go to bed, Blaise,” Draco demands roughly, voice thicker than usual. 

Blaise is already by the staircase and just glares as he stumbles up, tripping over his own feet several times. 

“I can’t believe you fucked me through that,” you huff. “Or that you came inside me whilst I was talking to him.”

“You came whilst I was talking to him.”

“And whose fault is that?” You huff. 

“Mine,” Draco grins mischievously, reaching up and pressing his lips to yours. “Can’t say I regret it much though.”

You chuckle. “Me either.”

“Now on your knees,” Draco demands, “I do believe you need to clean me off like you said you would.”

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