#imma just laugh about it in the meantime

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At this point let me just make it to Sunday ✌️

#vent #its been A Week #or a couple months #but this bad in a week??? #legitimately like #oof #i feel like im being pranked #imma just laugh about it in the meantime #its ok we're chilling #delete later

[sameschmidtdiffname]

What's One More?

Mike Schmidt x AFAB! Reader

Summery: The house is all to you and Mike, which is a strange feeling to Mike as he begins to realize how things are changing. But change isn't always a bad thing, is it?

Tags: Porn with plot barely, no use of Y/N, Reader has female pronouns, set after the events of the FNaF movie, pre-established relationship, breeding kink, dirty talk/talking through it, oral sex (fem recieving), face fucking, vaginal fingering, pet names, possessive sex/actions, marking, hair pulling, mentions of drinking, multiple rounds, aftercare, multiple orgasms, teasing, dumbification, overstimulation, this is possibly filthier than Princess imma be fr.

Notes: Yes I'm working on requests. Yes I'm working on part II for 'Easy Money.' Yes I'm working on 50 million different projects + writers block that's preventing me from posting as much as I'd like. But in the meantime, *rattles can* COME GET Y'ALLS DICK.

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The front door opened at the same time it does everyday, Mike slipping in quickly to evade the cold, bitter Febuary air that has turned his cheeks red while he called out his usual 'hello' to the house. His easy smile instantly appeared as soon as our eyes met, me standing at the stove giving the large pot of chilli its final stir just in time for his arrival home.

"Hey!" I said cheerfully, looking up from the boiling pot briefly before setting the lid back down, crossing the floor quickly to come collect his coat.

"Hey," he returned, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to my cheek as I undo his buttons, his hands coming to rest on my silk covered hips. "Never seen you in this before," he mumbled, pulling away slightly to get a better look.

"You like?" I ask, pushing the jacket off of his shoulders and folding it over my arms. "I've had this since freshman year. Found it in one of my boxes from the move." The robe is simple, thrifted but It'd been new when I'd gotten it. Emerald green and made from silk, if not silk like material- I'm no expert on fabrics, -reaching down to my ankles and showing off my curves, drawn tight around my waist to accent my figure. Simple floral patterns sewn into the collar decorate the robe, slightly darker than the rest of the fabric. His eyes wandered over my body, taking in the sight as he slowly removed his items from his pockets.

"You look nice," he said, almost sounding as if he was in a trance.

"Just nice?" I tease.

"The word 'motherly' comes to mind," he said. "Not- not in a weird way," he quickly added, blushing slightly. "Just- you cooking, dressed in that. Just kinda...." He's flustered, scratching at the back of his head as he tried to clarify what I already understand.

I smile at him, leaning closer. "Well, it's fitting," I teased.

It had been about a year since I moved in. Mike and I had met during a night out, our friends recognizing each other. Initially I thought the blonde he had been with- Vanessa, I would later learn, -had been a bit more than a friend. But after spending the night round a table, laughing and getting up one by one for drunken karaoke, Mike and I had made eye contact enough times to warrant my request for his number after I confirmed she wasn't.

"Seriously?" He asked when I'd passed him the notepad specifically meant for numbers that I kept in my purse.

"Yeah," I'd laughed, slightly- okay, maybe more than slightly -drunk. "You're hot."

I was three beers and one shot of straight tequila into the night when I'd asked, everyone beginning to debate who would call a taxi and who would ride with who. I felt rather confident.

His eyes narrowed, his cheeks red most likely from alcohol. Although he'd only had the one beer.

"Oh shit," I giggled stupidly. "Did I read things wrong? Because I thought-"

"No! You didn't," he quickly said, cutting me off. He scribbled his number down quickly, scratchy enough that I could barely read it, and he could sense that.

"You want me to write it again?" He asked sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.

"Maybe," I giggled. "Or I can have my friend ask Vanessa if I get it wrong."

I got it wrong. Twice. But that was my fault since I called as soon as I'd gotten home, bleary eyed and claiming to just be checking to see if he got home alright, which wasn't a total lie. Then he asked if I wanted to get Chinese the next day. And how am I supposed to say no to an offer like that?

When he first brought up his sister I think he expected me to run for the hills. God, no. Not a man committed to caring for his baby sister. Please.

When I'd met the girl she was sly, simply saying "Oh, you're who he won't talk about." Mike seemed ready to throttle her, and I was ready to step in and help take care of her however much they needed me to. Who could say no to a kid like that?

Three years in and Mike had been nervous asking for me to move in. We'd both had the idea, but we both were terrified that the other would immediately shoot it down. But it was almost ridiculous to worry about such a thing. Mike had visited me all the time with Abby in tow, I visited Mike. Eventually we were at the point that I was at his house more often than I was at my own apartment. And with Abby getting older and beginning to have a life of her own, one that I could tell Mike was anxious about her having, it was about time a serious talk be had about the future of our relationship.

"You know, married couples have better taxes," I said casually one day while huddled around the kitchen table, papers strewn all over the place and some even on the floor while I punched numbers into a calculator. I think that nearly killed Mike, who shot out air through his nose hard enough all of his coffee covered his face and hair.

Then a week later he'd flipped through channels lazily, commenting on how awful the channels were before landing on the one of the marketers selling jewelry for prices that could make you shit.

"That's a nice ring," he commented. "Don't you think?"

I looked up from my book, narrowing my eyes to focus my vision. "Ooh, it is," I agreed.

"What kind of rings do you like? Like, what's your favorite?" He asked.

"Subtle," I deadpanned, smiling. "I'm coming with you to pick it out."

We picked up a new set of housekeys first.

"Get a room," Abby groaned, wandering in to flop onto the couch.

"Don't flop, you'll hit your head," Mike and I both scolded, smiles growing as we heard the other. Abby simply groaned louder, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah, that's punishment enough," I muttered, giggling slightly. I moved to the coat closet, hanging up Mike's jacket. "How was work?" I asked him.

Mike shrugged, leaning against the wall. "It was good. Long. Shop gets cold this time of year," he said.

"Well, dinner will help. It's done, by the way. Timed it just right," I said with a wide smile. Mike returned it, stepping closer to wrap his arms around me once more and say a soft 'thank you' before pressing his lips to mine.

"Seriously, a room," Abby groaned.

"There's one right there with a table that needs set. Go on," I said to her, gesturing towards the adjacent room. She rolled her eyes once more, getting up off the couch and grumbling as she made her way to the cabinets.

"Wow," Mike chuckled. "She's got attitude."

"She's fourteen, we should be lucky she hasn't killed us in her sleep," I said into his ear, laughing.

"Don't you mean ours?"

"No."

The dinner is nice. A scene right out of a book, all of us gathered around the table eating the warm food as we discuss our days, Mike and I shooting each other glances here or there when we think Abby, who's in the middle of some long story neither of us are truly able to give our attention towards, won't notice. Eventually his hand found mine under the table, grasping it gently and squeezing as I hold his gaze, smiling in the same idiotic manner he always brings out of me.

"It's tonight. I know it's short notice but all of my friends are going and her parents will be there," Abby said quickly, inturrupting our mental conversation with her pleading eyes.

"Wait a minute, back up. What's happening?" Mike said, blinking and refocusing.

"The sleepover," Abby said emphatically. "I didn't find out about it until today and my friends invited me. Can I go?"

Mike opened his mouth to respond, his eyes worried and glancing over to me.

"Who is this?" He asked.

"Lisa."

"Lisa?"

"Lisa Browning," I reminded him.

"Oh. And this is at her house?" He asked.

"Yes," Abby moaned in frustration, clearly impatient for her answer.

Mike and I glanced at each other. His eyes are unsure, looking to me for my thoughts.

"She visits them all the time, I don't see why not," I said. I turn to Abby. "Is her mom picking you up?"

"She can," Abby said quickly.

Mike is still unconvinced, I can tell by his grasp on my hand.

"You have that phone we bought you for Christmas?" I asked her. She nodded. Since recieving the cheap, purple Motorola she hadn't let it out of her grasp. "If you go, will you call us when you get there, when you guys are going to sleep? Any location change you'll run by us first?" I asked. Abby nodded again, her eyes shifting to Mike once more, wide with teenage desperation.

It was hard for Mike watching her get older. It would scare any parent, but take a man who'd watched his brother be kidnapped and his parents wilt away leaving him to step up? There were days Mike would wake hyperventilating, terrified something would happen to her if he didn't do something. It took convincing, but over time I had convinced him to relax, told him she was smart. Once I'd told him all the trouble I'd survived, he finally learned to catch his breath before jumping into several questions about how I was still alive with a new panic.

With a squeeze of my hand, he nodded.

"Check in. If you don't, I'll call her mom."

"Unnecessary, I'll call," Abby said, leaping from her seat and already dialing a number.

"Wash your plate!" Mike tried to tell her, but she was already gone.

"I'll get her plate, let her go," I chuckled. Mike sighs beside me, wiping his face with his hand.

"You think she'll be okay?" He asked me.

"I think fourteen year olds spend their days watching scary movies and MTV, nothing she won't do here," I said, taking a spoonful of chilli into my mouth. After I swallow I add, "Besides, it gives us the chance for some alone time."

That solidified the decision in his mind.

Much to Abby's embarrassment, Mike reminded Mrs. Browning to have Abby call us to check in, and with her reassurement he finally relaxed, walking back into the house once they're out of sight.

As I finish drying the dishes, I feel his hands settle on my hips, warm and large as he sinks his head into the crook of my neck.

"Where did the time go?" He mused, moreso to himself than to me.

"Feeling old?" I teased.

"Yes."

"Hot."

"Shut up," he groaned, laughing into my neck.

"'Oh my God, get a room,'" I groan in a fake voice, my laughter joining in.

"Are we gross?" He asked, wrinkling his nose.

"A little," I concede. "I mean, imagine how you're gonna feel when she brings home a boyfriend."

At that his eyes widen and he groans. "I don't wanna deal with teenage boys," he moaned, pulling away to lean against the counter in front of me.

"Oh, they're coming. Just you wait. I was this age when I got my first boyfriend," I warned him.

"Teenage boys are idiots," he said.

"Teenage girls are terrifying," I add. At that he nods, eyebrows raised in agreement. "Oh, she could bring home a girl instead!"

"You know what, I'd prefer that. Less trouble actually," he decided.

"You'll survive," I tell him, shaking my head as I set the dish inside the cabinet with a small clatter. He sighed, smiling to himself in thought.

"I remember when she was a baby. So tiny," he said softly. "You should've seen her. So cute. Smelled good, too."

"You've been smiling at babies a lot, you know," I teased, shutting the cabinet and putting away the dishcloth. "Something on your mind?"

Mike blushed, waving his hand. "Nah." He paused. "...kinda," he admitted. I chuckled. Every time we'd passed a couple our age walking through the store with a baby in tow, Mike was instantly softened. His usual automatic glare giving way to a little smile as he'd wave at the tiny human, maybe even making a face to make them laugh. It'd been entertaining when ones mother once caught him with his cheeks puffed out and eyes crossed, the baby letting out a huge shriek of laughter at the sight. He hid in the soup aisle for awhile after that while I tried not to cry from laughter.

"We still have plenty of Abby's old baby stuff in the garage, you know," I said. It wasn't a new conversation, we had both agreed it was something we wanted when the time came. "Spare room, stable jobs, great sex."

Mike's wide eyes watched me as I slowly trailed closer. "Good genetics," he mumbled.

"I don't see any reason we couldn't put any use to those things," I mused, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and leaning into him.

"I can't tell if you're serious," he said, his eyes narrowing.

"Even Abby would like it. Said we're taking forever as is," I said cooly. He laughed at that.

"No she didn't," he said.

"She did!"

"Abby, the one who can't even see us in the same room without threatening suicide?"

"Listen, babies are different," I laughed, shrugging. He eyed me carefully, looking me up and down before saying anything.

"You'd like that?" He asked finally, wrapping his arm around my waist.

"I'm living in your house, wearing a ring and making dinner for you and your little sister that I've been helping you raise for four years. What is one more commitment?" I asked.

"It's a human being," he pointed out.

"Oh, fuck that then. None of those shits are gonna live in my house," I deadpanned. He laughed, leaning in to catch my lips in a kiss.

"Be our human being," he said softly.

"That means it'll be funny," I said just as soft.

"It could have your eyes."

"Could have your nose."

"Yours is better."

"You're right."

He smacks my ass gently, chuckling as his eyes darken pleasantly. "Should we give it a try?" He asked, his voice low and rough in my ear.

"I'd say it's about time you asked."

Mike hiked me onto his shoulder, carrying me through the house and pushing open the door to our room as I giggled wildly, feeling the bed underneath of me as he flung me down, fingers searching for the ties of my robe.

"You're sure about this?" He asked, eyes watching me carefully. "This isn't just some sex thing?"

I laughed, feeling him struggle with the knot.

"Not a sex thing," I clarify. "Although admittedly hot. Do you need help?"

"The fuck did you do to this thing?" He asked, laughing but brows furrowed in frustration. I reached to pull on the string and give it one simple tug, making it come undone to reveal my simple underwear underneath.

"I like coming home to this," he said, his voice deep and husky. "You look so comfortable here. So perfect. House is so much brighter with you in it. Just so perfect."

His lips wander on my chest, first working on the valley between my breasts, his teeth nipping at the band of my bra. He tugged it upwards, snapping it against my skin harshly. A soft moan escapes me, and I allow my legs to fall open to offer him better access. He takes the opportunity, settling his body perfectly against mine as his lips begin to trail upwards to my throat.

"I love waking up next to you in the morning. I sleep so much easier with you here, feeling your breath against me as soon as I wake up. You've got creative methods to keep me up too when I don't want to be," he teased. His hands find my hips, squeezing them as he thrust our clothed hips together, making us both groan. "Are you already wet?" He asked me, nipping at my throat.

"Gotta have something to think about while I cook," I teased. He chuckled. His lips find purchase and begin sucking on my skin, creating a dark mark on the front of my throat that will only be properly covered by a sweater. I moaned slightly louder, rocking my hips slowly against his. His lips moved slightly higher, creating another, then repeating until a dotted line of dark hickies lay upon my throat, marking me all the way to just under my chin. As he sucked on the edge of my jawline, I let out a high pitched whine, digging my hands into my own hair as I tried to not rush through this.

"You sound so pretty like this," Mike said against my skin, his breath warm. "Only thing prettier is how you look." His warm hand cupped my cheek, his thumb stroking my cheekbone softly.

"Talk to me," he said softly, staying still aside from the gentle stroke of his thumb. His eyes are soft, black in the dim lighting from his blown out pupils. He looks so sweet, so ready to please. If I said the word he'd do anything so long as it made me happy.

I cup his face with my hands, pulling him towards me to capture his lips in a soft kiss. His lips are warm against mine, wet from his own spit from creating the dark marks against me. He moaned softly, his tongue swiping at my lower lip to ask permission for access. I grant it, parting my lips slightly and gasping as his tongue quickly slides in, deep in my mouth and dominating the kiss as his grasp on me tightened. It felt as though he was desperate, like a dying man trying to experience his last contact with another human being ever in his life. I tried to return the kiss with as much frenzy, but his hands on either side of my face, his grasp firm yet careful, his hips pinning me to the mattress made my mind begin to slip into a world of pleasure, not able to focus on anything except how good it felt to not be in control.

I could feel his breathing through his nose, still kissing me and exploring my mouth. It lasted a minute, two, three. When he finally pulled away, several gossamer threads of spit still connected us, disappearing into thin air as he looked down at me, his hand carefully stroking my forehead.

"I'm going to ask one more time," he said carefully. "This is your last chance. After this I'm not checking," he stressed. His breath is hot and heavy against me, and my hips roll against his in an attempt for friction. "Are you one hundred percent positive?" He asked, his eyes wide and eager as he placed carefully kisses along my cheeks. I nod quickly, desperate for more. Mike shook his head, pulling away slightly.

"Say it," he said. "Be clear."

I blushed, suddenly feeling shy for no real reason. "I'm completely sure," I said gently. "I want this."

"This as in sex or a kid?" He asked.

"Both," I answered.

"You're completely sure? Because if you want to back out that's completely-"

"Michael, I swear to fucking God if you don't hurry up and fuck me I'm gonna get you pregnant, see how you like-"

Mike scrambled off the bed, grabbing my ankles and pulling me roughly to the edge. I let out an involuntary yelp, giggling as he spread my legs wide and high, his lips and teeth pressing against my left ankle before quickly trailing downwards, biting and sucking quickly as he moaned wantingly.

"Eager?" I asked him lightly. He shoots me a look, biting down particularly hard on a spot almost under my knee before beginning his work on the inside of my thigh. His hand trailed up and down my right thigh, grazing his nails against my skin to make me shiver while he focused his mouth on the other.

"You taste delicious," he moaned, teeth sinking into my thigh as his nails dug in harshly, raking down until his hand came near my hips before raking back up to my knee. "Whatever soap you're using, keep using it."

I blush, moaning gently. My hips rolled towards his head, making him chuckle.

"Be patient," he chided.

"I am patient," I said defensively.

"Since when?" He asked, biting down on a new spot. I moan again, squirming against him as I felt a surge of warmth shoot from my head straight to my cunt. "Anytime I so much as look at you, you beg me to fuck you."

"That's not true," I said. His hand slaps my thigh, grabbing it roughly as he bit down once more, lower.

"Made me fuck you on the table last night just because you couldn't focus on your book," he tisked. "Now you're making me fuck you because you want a baby."

"You want one too," I reminded him.

"I want anything with you," he moaned against my skin. "Especially anything that makes you mine."

My hands stretch above my head, my fingers woven together. Mike's eyes caught on something, staring at my hand as his mouth drew closer to where I wanted it.

"Your ring looks so pretty," he moaned. "Love seeing you wear it. So glad I bought it. Love seeing people notice it on you."

"Yeah?" I asked. I tried to squeeze his head with my thighs, but his hands keep me open, even spreading my legs wider after my attempt.

"Remember that kid at the bar?" He asked, chuckling. The 'kid' in question had been in college, clearly drunk as he leaned against the bar next to me while I'd waited for Mike, who'd watched the interaction curiously from the window outside, asking if it hurt when I fell from heaven. A simple flash of my ring and the response of having someone catch me before I hit the ground sent him stumbling away to disappear once more into the crowd. "Poor fucker looked so disappointed," Mike said, sucking a dark spot into my thigh, making me squirm and throw my head back in pleasure.

"You like being possessive," I teased him. His hand smacked my thigh once more.

"I'm not the one who came and shoved her tongue down my throat when the bartender got a little too flirty for her taste," he said. His eyes sparkled, fingers massaging the spot tinged red from the abrasion.

"I did not shove my tongue down your throat," I said defensively.

"You pulled my hair like I was a bitch," he laughed. His hot air blew against my clothed cunt, making me gasp from stimulation. He picked up on this, blowing cold air against me before saying "She was just trying to get tipped."

"I know," I moaned. "I'd had a couple."

Mike licked at my covered pussy, flattening his tongue wide against me as he licked a long, hot stripe from bottom to top, sucking at my clit through the wet cotton once he reached it. I moaned into the pillow beside me, muffling my cries. His hand reached up and snatched it from me, throwing it off the bed as he repeatedly licked, gaining speed as his dark eyes watched me.

"Okay, maybe we're both possessive," I conceded, bucking my hips against his face. He hummed happily, his large hands cupping my asscheeks and lifting my hips higher off the bed as he squeezed the cool flesh.

"I like it," he said. "Like that I won't even have to do anything to show you're mine now after this."

I feel my stomach flutter at his words, a blush dusting my cheeks.

"It may take a couple tries," I tell him.

"We've got all night," he said breathily.

"Until Abby calls," I reminded him. He groaned at that. "She's not gonna call, we both know that," I laughed.

"Not my problem right now," he said. His fingers hooked around the band of my underwear, pulling them away from me harshly. "You are."

"A problem?" I said in mock offense. "Well, I guess if that's what I am, I'll take my goods elsewhere." I huffed haughtily, twisting away from him and turning onto my stomach. The motion helped Mike bring my underwear to my ankles as I began to crawl away. He tugged them off fully, then grabbed my ankles once more to return me to the edge of the bed. I yelped once more, grabbing at the sheets and dragging them down with me. Mike spread me open once more and immediately shoved his tongue as deep inside of me as he could, holding my hips up and legs open as he tongue fucked me in earnest. I cried out, grinding my hips against his face. I clutched a pillow to my face, crying and even screaming into it when his lips wrapped around my clit, sucking harshly at just the right spot to make me cum with barely a warning. Mike had been pleased as punch when he figured out just the right angle the very first time. It was his favorite, throwing me into orgasm without any preparation to strike me dumb and overstimulated. There were times he'd focus on my clit for what felt like hours, tugging and licking to figure out what made me cum the fastest, the hardest, sometimes even managing to make me paint his face, and once his hair. He grinned so wide I almost thought his face would split open when he accomplished that.

He pulled away from my cunt for just a moment, his voice deep and commanding. "Let me hear you," he said. He buried himself in my cunt once more. I could feel his jaw moving, his bottom lip moving against my clit as his tongue slipped in and out, creating lewd, nasty noises that filled the air. I moaned into my pillow, hardly able to think. His hand smacked my ass hard before he pulled away once more. "Don't make me ask again, woman."

I raised my head to say something, but the words escaped me as I felt his tongue dive in once more, curling to scoop my slick into his mouth. He moaned at the taste, his hand roughly grabbing at my ass. All that spilled from my mouth were long, broken moans as I fucked his face, gutturally pleading for more. He flipped me onto my back roughly before spreading the lips of my soaked pussy apart, attaching his lips quickly and sucking at that perfect spot. I screamed, shrill and high as though I'd been stabbed while he giggled in excitement against me. The vibrations of his voice against my clit sent me higher, my head digging against the sheets as my back arched high away from the bed. My hands slapped against the bed, my legs trembling as I rode his face. Lost to the world, Mike is the only thing that grounds me, his fingers gently tracing patterns against the insides of my thighs while he watched me come undone with nothing but love and pride in his eyes.

He didn't relent, releasing my clit to lap up my glistening cum eagerly before returning to the bundle of nerves, flicking his tongue against it before sucking it once more, bringing me back to the same edge as I begged for mercy.

"Gonna scream, gonna scream, gonna-" my harsh whispers turned into a scream once more as I cum again, my hands finding his dark curls to force him to stay against me, my hips grinding harshly to fuck my clit into his mouth properly. His eyes relaxed, looking completely lovesick as I muttered rapid praises to him, tugging on his hair hard enough to make his eyes water. He moaned seemingly with no control against me, face red as he obeyed with no complaint.

"So good," I tell him. "Taking me so well. Letting me fuck your face like I own you. Fuck my face."

I felt his fingers find my entrance, slipping two inside of me with no hesitation as cum dribbled out of me. I clenched around his digits, my voice breaking as he massaged my top wall, searching inside of me to help me find a new peak. He moaned against my clit, eyes wide and begging for more as he watched me carefully. When his fingers brushed against that perfect spot, the one that makes me fall silent, he knows he's struck gold. His fingers begin slamming into my g-spot, curling and fucking me until I screamed out one more time, my body going limp as my eyes rolled to the back of my head. It's like I speak in tongues, the only language I'll probably ever be able to speak again after what he's done to me. I shake terribly as he sucks a few more smaller orgasms out of me, milking me for all I'm worth before pulling away, standing tall and chuckling as he slipped his middle and ring finger into his mouth, cleaning them with his tongue. His face and chest are covered with me, the shine of his gold ring dulled from the dried cum. He pulled his soaked shirt off of himself, flinging it into a corner before walking around to the side of the bed, gently sitting down next to my head to stroke my forehead.

"You okay?" He asked gently, smiling proudly. I moan in response.

"Need some water?" He asked, leaning closer to press a kiss to my cheek. I can smell myself on him, thick and heady. I moan again, trying to nod but unable to. "Maybe a snack?"

At that I grab at him, pulling him closer to press his lips against mine. He allowed it, humming happily against me as he gives me a gentle kiss, loving and careful as though I could break easily. I probably could.

I whined when he pulled away, but I'm instantly sated as he scooped me into his arms, pulling me against his chest to rest us properly against the headboard of our bed. He leaned over to open a drawer on his nightstand, pulling out one of the water bottles we kept in there. Carefully he moved me into a better sitting position, then opened the bottle and held it against my lips.

"Drink," he said softly. I accept it, gulping the cold liquid as my senses begin to return to me one by one. "Good girl."

Once I finished he placed it on top of the nightstand, then held me to his chest once more to lay against the bed.

"Good warm-up?" He asked me.

"Not entirely sure that didn't do the trick right there," I said. My voice is rough, threatening to break with each word. Mike laughed loudly, his chest rumbling against my ear.

"That good?" He asked, smiling widely.

"I'm ruined for anyone else," I told him. His fingers grazed my jaw, tilting my face to meet his eyes.

"Good."

His lips are gentle as they guide me back into a kiss. It's me who deepens it, grabbing the hair at the nape of his neck, silently pleading for him to continue. He takes the hint, one hand holding the back of my neck to keep my mouth close, the other trailing down my chest, fingers making quick work of the clasp on the front of my bra. He pushes the item away, cupping my right breast gently as his thumb gently strokes across my nipple, making it harden underneath his calloused touch, making me gasp.

"So sensitive," he remarked, smirking. "Could do anything to these and you'd be my willing bitch. Such a pretty girl."

I moaned eagerly into his mouth, tugging at his hair and pressing my chest against his touch. He adjusts my body, guiding me to straddle his lap properly as he guided the robe off of my shoulders, letting the material fall to my elbows. He pulled away from the kiss, admiring the hickies adorning the column of my throat.

"So pretty," he mused. His finger trailed from under my chin to the valley of my breasts, then back up again. "Do you know how pretty you are?"

"You tell me every day," I laughed softly, blushing. He hummed, his arms moving to support my upper body as he leaned me back.

"Doesn't mean you know," he said. He sucked new dark spots onto my chest, continuing his trail until it ends at the bottom of my ribcage. "Dressed so pretty for me, wearing nothing under your pretty robe. Keeping yourself easily accessible like the pretty girl you are."

It was easily his favorite nickname for me, calling me 'pretty girl' more often than my own name. Sometimes I think he only calls me by my name just to remind me he does know it, although I won't lie that I'm disappointed when he does it. The first time he called me by his favorite name was the first time we had sex. He was balls deep and panting, desperate for air as he pumped in and out of me. I think it had slipped out by mistake, based on the way his eyes widened after he said it. He was so shy in the beginning, his inexperience obvious but not damning. It was cute.

His lips trailed from the bottom of my ribcage until he found the bottom of my left breast, accenting it with little marks wherever his mouth landed.

"You want my cock?" He asked me, breath fanning over my breast. I nodded eagerly. "Use your words," he reminded me.

"Yes please," I said quietly. He laughed against my skin, nipping close to my nipple.

"Aw, she has manners," he said sweetly. I groaned, rolling my eyes. "Don't be a brat." He chided at my response. I smiled at him.

"Or what?" I asked innocently.

"Or I'll find something else to do," he said.

"Like?" I pressed.

"Like fuck myself until there's nothing left for you to take," he said smugly.

"You're no fun."

"I'm very fun, that's why you're going to behave."

"It's more fun if I don't."

At that he latches onto my hard nipple, biting and lavving his tongue over it while moaning greedily, watching me through his dark lashes as I leaned back, pressing my chest against him as much as I could, rocking my hips against his as I lost all other thought.

"There she is," he said, his voice low and gravely. "There's my girl."

He layed me down gently, spreading my legs wide open for him. He undid his jeans, taking out his cock and stroking it while he admired me from above.

"Tempted to just watch you," he said, his hand slowly trailing up and down his throbbing length. "You look so perfect, all red and dazed."

I whined, reaching for him and wrapping my own hand around his cock, stroking him at a slightly faster pace.

"There you go," he crooned. "Get it ready."

I pumped with more vigor, watching his face as I felt him twitch under my grasp. Deciding he was satisfied he gently grabbed my wrist and pinned it above my head, then guided himself to my entrance.

"How do you want me, sweet girl?" He asked softly, smiling above me.

"I don't wanna remember my own name," I said quickly. "If I can walk across this room by the end of it, you need to try again."

He raised his eyebrows, smiling down at me. "Eager?" He teased.

My response is a sudden moan, my cunt clenching around his thick cock as he sinks into me, burying himself to the hilt and making me feel as though he'll split me in two.

"You're tight," he groaned in my ear. "You want it fast?"

"Yes."

He grabbed the back of my knees, pressing them to my shoulders as he pistoned in and out of me rapidly, moaning at the feeling of my cunt swallowing him eagerly, clenching at every vein, every inch, slick and desperate for his seed.

"It'll take better like this," he moaned. His jaw is slack, panting as his balls slap against my ass, heavy and making me clench with each thrust. "Been thinking about this so long.'

I tried to respond, but all that escapes me are the tongues from earlier, moaning gibberish as all I can focus on is him fucking me into stupidity.

"You'd look so pretty with a baby on your hip. My baby," he groaned. His tip finds my g-spot, making me cry out loudly.

"Right there," I chanted quickly, eyes rolling to the back of my head.

"Yeah? That the spot?" He asked. "Can you hold this knee for me, baby?"

My body automatically obeyed, quickly holding one of my knees right against my body as he moved his hand to settle on my lower stomach, pressing down as he fucked me hard enough to make a small bulge whenever he slammed his dick fully into me.

"So cute," he praised. "Such a pretty fuckin' pussy. You know that?" I moan, my vision and thought completely fucked.

"I keep telling you to use." Thrust. "Your." Thrust. "Words." His third pointed thrust tears a scream from my throat, making him smile. "Does this sound like a suggestion? Because I promise you that it's not."

"I have a pretty pussy," I moaned without second thought. My voice is soft and frail as I chant the phrase over and over, not stopping even as he cooed sweet praises in my ear.

"Gonna look so pretty with my baby," he said. The smacking of our skin is loud, echoing through the room with each new thrust. "Maybe I'll give you another." His balls stick to my skin, tacky from my cum that drips out of me onto the newly washed sheets. "Just keep giving you my kids until I can't anymore. God, I hope this fucking takes."

I'm still chanting the phrase, stupid and willing to do anything so long as it means I will be rewarded with his cock. He smiled down at me, his eyes fluttering shut as my pussy swallows him whole again and again.

"Need you to cum baby," he said, his voice strained. "It'll take better if you do."

"I'm close, Mikey," I whined. It was a nickname I only used in times like these, too stupid to say his name properly.

His hand shifts lower on my belly, thumb snaking down to rub tight circles onto my hard, pulsing clit.

"Gonna make you mine. Gonna make you a mother." He is completely lost to the world, eyes shut in bliss as his thrusts grow deep and shallow, making me begin to grow quiet as I focus on my orgasm. "Jesus Christ, I love you."

A loud cry escapes me as my muscles contract around him one final time, hard enough I can tell it almost pushes him out of me completely. At the feeling of such a strong grasp Mike comes undone too, painting the inside of my cunt a pretty, pearlescent white as he unloads right next to my cervix, burying himself as deep as he can before resuming his pace with newfound vigor, moaning with every new thrust.

"Again," he moaned. His chest presses against mine, our bodies intertwined into such a tight mating press it's hard to tell where I end and he begins. "Wanna make sure it takes. Wanna make sure it takes."

I can't help but laugh in pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of my head as I nodded happily, taking as much as he was willing to give me.

"I'm not gonna last long," I said, the overstimulation already turning my face red as I felt the knot in my stomach begin to tighten once more.

"Good," he growled. "I'm not gonna stop until I fucking break you."

His words send me over the edge again, my voice louder this time as I begged him to break me, to fill me, to-

Much to our immediate frustration, it turns out Abby did remember to call, making Mike yell into the bed in frustration before he slipped out of me to race to the living room, making quick work of the conversation before almost slamming the phone down in excitement, rushing down the hall once more to return to the immediate task at hand.

"Where was I?" He asked me, mischief sparkling in his eyes as he quickly climbed back on top of me.

"You were telling me you want like six kids right before damning the one we're already raising," I teased, smiling.

"Well, maybe not six," he admitted. He glanced down to my aching cunt, admiring the sight of our mixed cum leaking out before sliding his dick back inside to plug the hole. "But what's one more?"

¤▪︎{♧}▪︎¤

This was fucking filthy. I have no apologies. Take your problems up with God, he's the one who put me on this earth.

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[tarjapearce]

Something post baby Benjamin blurb :

Mig

Migyel

Migeul

*MIGUEL

f uck

Tipsy fingers typed away as your vision tried to adjust at the little screen of your phone. Girls night out with Jessica and MJ had gone out a bit of control after the third mixed shots of vodka and boozy caipirinhas. MJ was driving, so she drank little. Jessica was tipsy but not as hammered as you were.

The bar and bistro's promo was sure a lovely idea to attract target people like you. Mothers that needed a break from maternity from time to time to enjoy a wonderful night among girl friends.

Whoever that had came up with it deserved a raise, as the place was crowded. The constant cheers of the moms celebrating the little milestones of their families just made the ambience even better.

Miguelitoooo

Mi amor ❤️❤️

Papasitoooo 😘😘

I'll pick you up soon

I wanna slurp you like manudo

*menudo

😋😋🥒

You're sooo hot

Miguel's lips curved as his eyes rolled over the texts. His chest flooded with a warm and shimmy feeling upon the thought of you still believing him handsome and desirable.

Even though years had gone by, and he made an effort in remaining physically active, you loved him all the same.

That made his smile bigger.

He was about to call Gwen to babysit in the meantime, but MJ let him know in the group chat that she was driving.

You arrived, careening your way towards the door and rang the doorbell a couple of times. Jessica just chuckled as Miguel held you by your waist and helped you walk to the room. His hands dexterously peeling your shoes off your feet as you fussed. He sighed

"Quédate quieta" (Stay still)

"No. E-Estoy casada" (Im married)

He chuckled and massaged your feet carefully.

"Is he a good husband?"

"Good?!"

You yelped as he had outright offended you.

"He's the best, wanna..."

You hiccuped as he helped you get comfortable in bed.

"I wanna eat him like the spicy food he loves"

Miguel laughed silently as he draped the warm and soft sheets over you.

You giggled "Nom nom nom."

He approached your temple but you batted him away

"Stop! Imma tell my husband you're... you're..."

"Alright, alright" Miguel rose his hands in defense.

"You better stay in your... sideofthe bed" Your words slurred as you curled into your pillow, mumbling Miguel's name.

Drowsiness took over, drowning any little thought that came your mouth, sleepiness had finally claimed you.

His eyes remained on you, a little sigh, almost dreamy came across his lips. He'd leave a pair of advils and a tall glass of water for you to nurse the headache in the morning.

#miguel o'hara #talking with t✨ #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #soccer family ⚽🕷️

[clairdelunelove]

sunset boulevard

itadori yuuji x f!reader

genre: fluff! (blind date! one shot)

warnings: none, 2.6k words

synopsis: you don't do blind dates; too much risk with little reward. but your friends assure you that this time it'll be different. and when the epitome of 'the boy next door' starts talking to you at the amusement park– you think they're right.

a.n. haha, not my brainrot about itadori being so bad that I had to write this. and nu, I've never been on a blind date before but imma write about it :3

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you created it on a whim. encouraged by your friends’ prodding and teasing about your love life- or lack thereof- so your fingers clicked on the newly downloaded app. meant to be just for fun. a silly topic for your girls’ night. “just for the plot,” you told them with a knowing shake of your head when they all impishly giggled. a generic dating app where most people on there had an ulterior motive and would do anything to achieve it. but you weren’t willing to accept that, promising yourself to keep boundaries. the limit that you’re willing to bargain on is a public date. emphasis on the ‘public’ part because your friends are already scheming. whispers about a netflix and chill type of date. but you sign into the app, choosing a couple pictures of yourself that are adequate enough to catch some attention, and write a creative bio. it’s impressionable. modest. wholesome. definitely not the route that your friends desired for you to engage in. “done,” you state matter-of-factly. a beat of silence passes. the realization that you’re actually agreeing to this sets in. much to your chagrin, your friends end up snatching your phone from your hands and adding their own spin to your profile. editing your pictures to the ones that they have on their phones. “we’ll set you up with someone good for you,” your friend reassures with a good-natured pat on your back. “real good,” your other friend slyly drawls and bursts out laughing with the others. you don’t know whether your stomach twists from nervousness or anticipation from their ruse. 

-

ten minutes until your date is deemed late. twisting your wrist, you glance at your watch again just to confirm your suspicion and huff. you’d arrived half an hour earlier than the time your friends texted you. your motto was that it was better to be incredibly early than late, especially since you had no idea what your date looked like. but the fear of being deserted causes you to shift on your feet as you sidestep out of the way for a group of teenagers to pass. wouldn’t be the first time you’d get stood up. glancing upward, you double-check that you’re standing underneath the carnival’s main attraction– the ferris wheel. its bright, illuminated colors jump out at you, almost mockingly, as if to highlight the gloomy frown plastered on your face.

“waiting for someone too?”

the voice snaps you out of your daze and you’re left peering up at the person that seemingly appeared out of thin air. he’s attractive– the kind of appeal that leaves you breathless from his inquisitive eyes and easy grin. a slender hand is carded in his hair as he patiently awaits for your response.

“yeah,” you croak before hastily clearing your throat, “I am.”

it shocks you that he’s even conversing with you. clad in a yellow hoodie and denim jeans, he’s the epitome of 'the boy next door.' could probably win the role for starring in the newest coming of age movie that’s bound to gain revenue just from his visage. he’s adorned in vibrant colors that contrast your pastel-toned clothes and you self-consciously pull at your shirt. 

“wanna check out that game right there? promise it’ll be quick!” 

from the corner of your eye, you recognize that he’s angled towards you as the question leaves his lips. gosh, is he talking to you? almost like he’s inviting you to spend some time with him in the meantime.

dumbfounded, your mouth drops open as you point to yourself, “me? you’re talking to me?” 

“of course!” he replies enthusiastically like it’s second nature for him to hang out with strangers, “might as well take advantage of the time, right?” 

he adjusts his backpack by slinging the dark strap over his shoulder and turns to walk in the direction of the nearby carnival booths that have games lined up for customers. you note that he attempts to blend in with the crowd but his upbeat attitude is too perceivable. has a glimmer in his eyes that attracts the ogling of bystanders. luminescent signs light up the path to the section dedicated to the midway. wooden signs promising ‘fun’ and ‘a winner every time’ written in bubbly font. it’s enticing. it’s fun– an experience that you’ve lacked recently. and before you can argue that you’re waiting for someone, the blushy haired male ushers you to follow with a wave of his hand. 

“c’mon!” 

you’re lightly jogging after him, short strides compared to his long ones, and manage to catch up to him with an exasperated breath. he’s fit; not the type where his physique screams ‘gym rat’ but rather that he’s the epitome of good health.

catching sight of you beside him, he gleefully chuckles, “knew you’d be up for some fun! I’m–”

he breaks off to gawk at a booth that grabs his attention and instantly treads through the crowd to line up for it. the game has the typical objective of knocking over a pyramid of milk bottles. you stare at it expectantly, knowing that this midway game is usually fixed; bottles stacked on the bottom are filled with sand or lead that weigh in a couple extra pounds and the given ball is unusually light. he’s buzzing with excitement, though. hastily patting his pocket, he pulls out his wallet and whips out enough money to buy a turn. 

“I’m itadori yuuji, by the way,” he finally continues his belated introduction while pushing the money into the midway worker’s hands. 

“yuuji,” you repeat and savor the name on your lips, “these games are usually rigged, ya know.” 

"are they?”

he doesn’t seem bothered by the carnival’s dirty tactic, however. merely chirps a word of gratitude when the worker tosses him the singular ball and deftly explains the rules of the game. the customary one chance to knock over all three milk bottles and you knowingly press your lips together. 

yet, your eyes comically widen as he begins to strip his hoodie off and hands it to you, “can you hold this for a second? thanks!” 

straight away, the movement coaxes onlookers to turn their attention to the both of you. steely gazes focused on the cuts of muscle on yuuji’s arm as he rolled his shoulder to stretch. you’re no exception. in fact, you take back what you earlier assumed about his physique. baffled by how his baggy clothes managed to cover his impressive build, you hurriedly turn your chin to hide the warmth that spreads across your cheeks and neatly tuck his hoodie under your arm. his physique is essentially out of a magazine— broad, beefy shoulders that taper off into a small waist.

your lips move before you can stop them. “you got this!” 

an expression of shock paints his face due to your encouragement before he flashes you a lopsided grin; boyish before he concentrates. there’s a gleam in his eyes as he retracts his arm like he’s winding up to pitch in a baseball game. then, he lobs— no, hurls— it straight at the tower of milk bottles. the ball whizzes through the air and the targets come crashing down from the sheer power of his throw. it’s startling. dazed, you’re left wondering if the stranger you just met is secretly superhuman. 

“we have a winner!” the midway worker roars to the enthusiastic crowd.

“yes!” 

yuuji pumps his fist in the air as the worker and a couple people in the crowd come to congratulate him. he’s all smiles now. there’s a big, toothy grin plastered on his face when the worker hands him his prize; a large teddy bear that has a red bow on its chest and the sheer size of it has him grasping onto it with both hands. 

“look!” he exclaims and gently shakes the stuffed toy in his grasp, “do you like it?” 

you can’t help but giggle at the exhilaration behind his gaze, “it’s cute!”

he’s clearly pleased by your reaction, swiping a finger over his nose before bursting out into laughter and your heart fills. his habits are so endearing and wholesome that it’s heartwarming. abruptly, the teddy bear is pushed into your chest and yuuji's knuckles brush against yours from the maneuver. the stuffed bear’s big, beady eyes stare at you as yuuji deliberately turns to shrug on his hoodie again. 

“it’s for you!” 

his confession is a little muffled as he extends his arms through his sleeves and it occurs to you that he’s whirled away from you for a reason. a dust of pink washes over his cheeks and he runs a sheepish hand through his tousled hair. 

“I won it for you,” he reiterates, almost bashful, “I mean, you did come and spend some time with me when you were probably busy but–” 

it’s a stark contrast from the confident and affable guise that he’s shown you. a peek into his personality that you’ve yet to appreciate. he kicks at a stray pebble on the pavement while his hands are shoved into his pockets. the way his blushy hair is a similar shade to the tips of his ears causes you to inwardly melt.

your thoughts go haywire but a demure smile stretches across your glossy lips, “thank you, yuuji. I love it.” 

he clears his throat, murmurs a comment about how it’s not a huge deal, and faces you. yuuji blinks— once, twice, and his gaze softens. then, he utters a compliment that goes straight to your heart. 

“you look cute like that.” 

it’s straightforward, candid but you still ask, “like what?”

“happy.” 

you let him tug you to the next midway booth. 

-

“aw, come on!” 

yuuji’s droning is followed by the teasing nudge he gives you. the touch draws out a yelp from you and the sound immediately reduces him into a laughing fit. for now, the both of you agreed to do a little sightseeing before the amusement park closed for the day. it was already evening; the sky was a cascade of apricot and vermilion. a beautiful vision to match the day. spending time with yuuji was like being in a trance. time seemed to slip quicker when he was with you. 

naturally, your fingers reach to pinch his cheek due to his antics. 

“ow!” he cries and childishly rubs at the inflicted area, “not my fault I’m good at every game here.” 

although the blushy haired male is telling the truth, you can’t help but pout at his words because yes– he was basically a professional at every game in the midway. you’ve tried your hand at a couple booths. yuuji insisted on paying for anything you touched and fondly watched. however, he was soon tagged in whenever you were unsuccessful and he managed to turn the game’s odds around. evident in the countless plushies that’s tucked in his strong arms. all of them were for you, of course. he just plucked them out of your grasp when you briefly mentioned how your arms were getting tired from carrying them around. 

“you’re in denial!” he singsongs and grins wider when he hears you huff in exasperation. 

“I am not in denial!” 

“you are!” 

“well, you’ve spent a lot on these games,” you pause to lower your voice, “and on me. you haven’t even known me for that long.” 

unsurprisingly, he recognizes the concern laced on your words and stops walking. his brows furrowed. the teasing grin is wiped from his face and is replaced with a tender gaze. forever wise and dependable. he leans down, hooks a finger under your chin, and murmurs his reasoning. 

“honestly,” his voice trails off in remembrance, “I barely have any time to do fun stuff like this so I'm taking advantage of it.” 

the sentiment is supposed to be understandable, one that many individuals’ share in life. yet, you can’t help but assume that his words weigh heavier than the average person’s. it stabs at your heart to know that such a kind soul is no stranger to heartache.

“besides,” he interrupts your train of thought and gleefully grins, “I get to win a pretty girl some prizes. sounds like a win to me.”  

with an affectionate compliment, yuuji cleverly brings back the light-hearted mood from earlier. he’s skilled at this– redirecting your focus through an optimistic point of view. one of his traits that you’re smitten with. fondly patting your head, he takes a step back and rises to his full height. he’s still gauging your expression, though. his eyes are like liquid honey from this proximity and you’re in awe. truth be told, you might never meet another person quite like him.

you can’t help but poke fun, “are you saying that you usually pick up girls at the amusement park, yuuji?” 

“me? nah,” then he murmurs, a tinge of guilt coating his words, “I was actually supposed to go on a blind date here.”

the remark leaves his lips in a single, rushed breath like it’s been bothering him the entire time. he’s quiet. his arms tighten around the stuffed animals in his grasp and he tilts his head in contemplation. he’s internally battling himself. why did he have to open his mouth? is he ruining this and digging his own grave? frown deepening, he vaguely wonders if he should’ve brought it up in the first place. perhaps you would think of him differently and then– 

from this angle you get a glimpse of his throat bobbing before he quickly adds, “but I liked this better.” 

what the blushy haired male isn’t expecting, though, is how your face breaks into astonishment, “wait. a blind date? I’m supposed to be on a blind date too!” 

you couldn’t believe your luck.

“you’re (y/n)?” 

willingly nodding at his inquiry, yuuji sputters in disbelief and shifts the prizes under one arm so he can put a hand on your shoulder, “this is crazy! like, crazy in a good way but still– crazy! who would’ve thought, right?” 

long arms blindly reaching for you, he wraps you into a hug that has your face squished into the hard expanse of his chest. he’s laughing wildly– a genuine sound that brings an emotion that knocks the wind out of you because he’s truly thrilled that you are his blind date. your fingers grip the back of his hoodie, allowing yourself to be engulfed in his warmth. 

“and here I was dreading the blind date that kugisaki and fushiguro set up for me,” he thoughtlessly mumbles in your hair while retelling his own version of how his friends forced encouraged him to go.

pulling away, albeit unhurriedly, the both of you exchanged phone numbers and promises of keeping in touch were whispered into the evening air. 

“you can text me whenever you want,” yuuji tucks his phone back into his pocket while sheepishly grinning, “even if you don’t have a reason to.” 

cheekily texting him a greeting, for the fun of it, you grin when his phone dings at the notification, “I will.” 

puffs of warm air swirl and intermingle into one. his eyes twinkled in the streetlights’ rays of light. it was romantic– sickeningly so that you wondered if you were dreaming.

-

yuuji ended up lending you his hoodie, chuckling when the bright, oversized garment swaddled you. he even walked you back to your place and waited in the chill until he heard the door’s lock click into place. there’s a bounce in your step when you waltz into your bedroom. 

with all the stuffed animals neatly lined up on your bed, you instantly snap a picture of you and yuuji’s winnings. your fingers swiftly dropped the photo in your friends’ group chat before sending it to yuuji. and your lips curl into a smile when his text bubbles immediately appear on the screen. memorabilia of your first– successful– blind date with someone that was too good to be true. 

#jujutsu itadori #jujutsu kaisen #yuji itadori #itadori x reader #yuuji itadori #yuuji fluff #itadori x y/n #itadori yuuji x reader #jjk x reader

[lawsvalentine]

Your writing is so good, Bless you for existing🙏❤️ I hope you're doing well :] Can I please request Sanji and his girlfriend? (I'm totally projecting here with this) she has shit self-esteem and is always putting herself down? Like, she'll laugh and make fun of herself like it's no big deal, but deep down she just feels ugly and stupid? How would Sanji go about this with her? Sorry this is kind of depressing haha

Flaws and All • Sanji x Fem!reader •

(Fluff)

CW: established relationship, use of pet names(mon amour, my love, darling, etc), reader is a bit insecure, reader makes self-deprecating jokes,

Cee’s Note: Aw thank you! This was so sweet 😙 I’m doing well thanks for asking. This is such a cute idea 🤭 hope you enjoy

Song Cred: Flaws and all- Beyonce

“And for you, mon amour?”

You two were currently in the kitchen where Sanji began prepping for lunch. He already had a meal planned out for the rest of the crew, but for you, he always asked you specifically what you wanted.

When you’re the chef’s girlfriend, you can expect these special privileges.

You gave him a request of your favorite food and he wasted no time getting to work. You two made small chat in the meantime while he cooked.

“Here you go, my darling” he smiled lovingly at you.

You took your first bite, and you let out a satisfied hum at the flavors eliciting your tastebuds. Sanji’s eyes warmed at the sight of you enjoying his food.

“Amazing as always,” you say as you finish your last bite.

Sanji chuckles, “Thank you my dear, would you like some more?”

“Oh I really shouldn’t,” you shake your head.

“I’ll make as much as you want, just say the word,” Sanji winks at you.

“Your food is dangerous, ya know ” you chuckle, “Imma wind up fatter than I already am if I don’t have some self control.”

Sanji’s smile faded at your words and an awkward silence fell over you two when you realized you were the only one laughing.

You shifted in your seat uncomfortably, unable to read your boyfriend’s expression.

‘Is he upset with me? ‘

‘Did I offend him by not accepting his offer for more food?’

‘God I’m so stupid’

“Y/N,” Sanji said softly, breaking the silence and taking you out of your thoughts.

“Yes?”

“Why do you say such mean things about yourself?” Sanji said concernedly.

Your eyes widened at his words. You wanted to say that it was just a joke and that it didn’t mean anything. But you would be lying, not only to Sanji but yourself if you were to say that.

Sanji had noticed your sly jabs at yourself throughout the conversations you two have shared and every time you did it, you would laugh it off almost like you were poking fun at yourself.

“I-I don’t-“ you fiddled with your fingers, avoiding eye contact with Sanji.

Suddenly you felt the tip of his fingertips at your chin as he lifts your head to meet his eyes.

“Please tell me why,” Sanji said, you could see the sadness in his eyes and you hated that you were the cause of that.

Your eyes shifted, struggling to look him in the eyes as you confess, “I don’t know what you see in me”

Sanji’s head cocked to side slightly, a confused look on his face.

“I’m not pretty like Nami or as intelligent as Robin. I’m not special in any way. I don’t get why you’re even with me,” you could feel your eyes brim with tears as you finally let out what you’ve been holding in for so long.

You suddenly felt yourself against your lover’s lean chest and his toned arms wrapped around you.

“I wish you could see yourself the way I do,” Sanji whispered in your ear.

You could feel the tears stream down your cheeks as you quietly sob in his chest.

“I’ll tell you what I see,” Sanji says, once again lifting your head to meet his loving gaze, “I see a beautiful girl, inside and out, who has completely stolen my heart.”

The thumb of his hand caressed your tear-stained cheek, “ When I’m with you I feel love-“ he pauses to peck your cheek.

“Lust,” he whispers, his lips grazing your ear down to your jawline, a sigh leaving your lips at the subtle contact.

“I feel like the luckiest man in the world, to get to hold you and kiss you like this,” he says, inches away from your face.

Looking in his eyes, you felt every emotion he was feeling and you started to think if someone like him could love you like this, maybe what he was saying wasn’t so hard to believe.

“I love you, Sanji,” you say, bringing your arms to wrap around his neck.

“I love you more, mon amour” he smiles about to lean in before you press a finger to his lips, stopping him in his tracks.

“Flaws and all?” You say with a cocked eyebrow.

“What flaws?” Sanji says cheekily, before capturing your lips in a kiss.

#one piece #one piece fanfiction #op fanfic #one piece headcanons #sanji x reader #sanji fluff #sanji headcanons #sanji fanfiction #sanji fanfic #op sanji #one piece sanji #sanji #black leg sanji #sanji x y/n #vinsmoke sanji x y/n #vinsmoke sanji x reader #sanji x you

[judysxnd]

Cookie dough

Lando Norris x reader

summary: when you burnt dinner, you decided to make the only thing you knew how to cook: cookies

I absolutely don’t like what I wrote, so imma do what I do when I send a risky text, I’m publishing it and staying away from my phone 😭

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You were staying with Lando for a few days at his place before leaving for the new F1 season. Tonight he was playing games with his friends again, streaming a little to please his fans one last time. In the meantime, you were trying to make what could be your dinner, but it was not going well.

You’re not really a good cook, but you manage your way through. Usually. This time it didn’t seem like it. You couldn’t cook the meat right, it wasn’t enough, and when you thought it was good, it was overcooked. The rice is the only thing you didn’t mess up. But you couldn’t only eat rice! So you secretly ordered food while Lando was still playing.

But you decided to cook something for dessert, something that didn’t take long and that you knew you wouldn’t mess up: cookies. It was simple to make, and it doesn’t take long. You put some music in the background, from the playlist you made for Lando. You have similar taste in music, and every time Lando put his music you always liked it, so you made a playlist with his musics.

It helped when you were away from each other. When you missed him you put his playlist, making you feel like he was with you. He doesn’t know about it, you don’t think he does. It’s not like you were hiding it, but you usually listened to it when he wasn’t here, since when you’re together you mix both of your music.

You wanted to sing to the music, but Lando was streaming not far from you and no one needed to hear you. So you were doing some playback, moving your hips while you were making the cookies. You were so focused in the cookies and in the music that you didn’t hear Lando enter the kitchen.

“very much liking the view” he said, making you jump

“Oh, Lando! I didn’t hear you” you laughed “what are you doing here?” You asked him as he walked closer to you, leaving a kiss on your head before leaning against the counter next to you.

“Hm, I’m living here” he joked

“Haha hilarious” you rolled your eyes “you stopped streaming?”

“Yeah, I was getting too hungry and the smell of the food made me stop” you laughed

“Well you’re going to be disappointed” you admitted as you poured the flour in the bowl. He looked at you with a straight face.

“Why- what did you do?”

“I’m just not much of a cook”

“What did you burn this time?” He started to look for the food

“I didn’t burn anything!” You started to defend yourself “and you’re not better than me so you can’t say anything”

“I know I’m not better, but at least I know it and I stopped trying” he laughed

“You’re lucky my hands are busy otherwise I would have hit you”

“But where’s the food?” He opened the oven to see the meat completely black “if that isn’t burn I don’t know what it is” he closed the oven and went back to you

“I’m sorry I tried”

“It’s okay, I’ll order something”

“Don’t worry I already took care of it”

“You did?”

“Yeah, I ordered what we were supposed to eat” you laughed “I did hope you would still be playing so that I could pretend I cooked it, but, well, I can’t have everything”

“I would have noticed either way”

“Sure” you scoffed

“There’s a difference between food cooked at home and food from a restaurant, I would have known” he leaned on the counter again, stealing some dough from the bowl

“Hey! Keep your fingers out of the cookies!” He laughed, tasting it. “And no you wouldn’t know”

“At least the cookies are good, if you don’t burn them in the oven we can eat them” you pretended that you were going to hit him, making him step back a bit.

“You be careful with what you say pretty boy, because I know for a fact that you can’t tell the difference between the food I cook and the food from a restaurant”

“What? That’s not true”

“Yes, remember the lasagna we ate a month or two ago? That I made?”

“Back at your place?”

“Yes”

“Yeah, it was del- wait” you tilted your head “you didn’t cook it?”

“No, I burnt the sauce so I ordered them, I was too embarrassed to admit I messed up so I pretended I cooked them” he started to laugh

“I knew it tasted too good to be cooked by you” you couldn’t help but laugh too

“We’re not great cooks”

“No, we’re very bad cooks”

“The fire alarm always turns on when I cook breaded fish” you admitted

“What???” Lando was laughing even more “how is that even possible!” He said in a high pitched voice, still laughing

“I don’t know! So I stopped cooking those too”

“I can’t judge, it does the same for me”

“Okay can you pass me the chocolate chips please? In the bowl over there” you pointed, your hands full of cookie dough. Lando grabbed the bowl and poured the chocolate in the dough while you started to knead it.

“We’re making a good team” Lando said as he put the bowl in the sink

“You just put chocolate chips in a bowl” you laughed

“But I did it good” you rolled your eyes

“Whatever” you couldn’t help but laugh “can you change the music please?”

“Sure” he said as he grabbed your phone, changing the music. “Why is there my name on top of the list?”

“Hm?” You turned around “oh because it’s your playlist” he looked at you with puppy eyes

“You made a playlist for me?”

“Yeah!” You smiled “I love most of your music so I made a playlist with the songs we have in common”

“That’s so cute!” He walked behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist while kissing your neck. “I made one for you too” he whispered in your ear.

“Really?” You had a big smile on your face. “Yeah, let me show you!”

“No no wait” you said before he could move

“What?”

“It can wait a bit, I want you to stay here” he kissed your cheek and rested his head on your shoulder, arms locked tight around you while you were finished to make the cookie dough.

#fanfic #imagine #oneshot #lando norris fluff #lando norris fanfiction #lando norris one shot #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n #lando norris fanfic #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris #lando x reader #lando imagine #ln4 x reader #ln4 imagine #ln4 fluff #ln4 fic

[heavyhitterheaux]

HS!Jack and FL, where Jack is sick and Clay is FL's stand in bf 🤭

“Umm, babe?” You asked as you heard a muffled groan from under the blanket that was currently housing your boyfriend. Urban had sent you a text and said that Jack was sick and you immediately went across the street to check on him since you were wondering why he wasn’t answering you all day. 

“I’m dying.” Was all you heard and you immediately rolled your eyes while taking a seat on the bed and trying to get the comforter off of him so that you could assess the damage for yourself.

“Jack, you literally just have a cold. I promise you that you’re not dying. At least that’s what Urban told me anyway.”

“Speak for yourself! Everything hurts and I CAN’T BREATHE” Jack exclaimed while throwing the blanket off of him and you finally came face to face with him seeing that his nose was extremely red.

“Uhh dramatic, much?” You said while trying not to laugh.

“Not you laughing at me in my time of distress. I was supposed to take you to the fair this weekend and now I won’t be able to.”

“I can take her!” You immediately looked to your left and saw Clay smiling at you while Jack looked as if he was about to tackle his younger brother.

“Over my dead fucking body.”

“That can be arranged, seeing as you’re almost there.” Clay fired back and Jack made a motion to get up, but you immediately stopped him.

“Jackman! No hurting little baby!”

“What the? I’m the one who’s sick, NOT HIM! And of course you ALWAYS take his side.”

“The only thing that you need to focus on doing is resting and getting better. The fair will literally be here for three weeks. We can go another day.” You said trying to reassure him, but he wasn’t having it.

“But…”

“My mom made you her banana pudding cheesecake, but I won’t give it to you unless you comply with my orders.”

“Fine.” Jack muttered as much as he didn’t want to and Clay was still standing in the doorway smiling.

“So, Y/N, since your boyfriend is sick, you need a stand-in and I am definitely available.”

“CLAYBORN!”

“What?! We look alike so there isn’t much difference!”

“I-...” You started to say, but was immediately cut off by Jack. 

“Stand in, MY ASS! And why are you even in here anyway?!”

“Because I heard my girlfriend was here, obviously. I didn’t come to check on you if that was what you were thinking.”

“I swear you two run Maggie and Brian up the damn wall with how you act.” You said but they didn’t seem to hear you.

“If I was an only child none of this would be a problem.”

“Well, that happened to stop at the perfect child which is me.”

“OKAY! I will be back to check on you later, but in the meantime try not to kill each other. And Jack take your meds and eat your soup.”

“I will if you feed it to me.” Jack said while sniffling and giving you puppy dogs eyes and of course he knew you would fold.

“Fine. Big ass baby.”

“But I’m your big ass baby.”

All you did was roll your eyes. 

Jack woke up around 10 at night to hear both your voice and Clay’s downstairs and went to see what was going on.

He looked to see you holding a pink and gray stuffed elephant and simply eyed Clay.

“Umm, Y/N, where’d you get that?” Jack curiously asked while coming over to hug you and kiss your forehead.

“Oh, umm….”

“I took her to Dave and Busters and won it for her since you were too sick. I think I got these stand-in boyfriend duties down pact, don’t you think? Only a matter of time before she leaves you for me.”

“What the?!”

“Urban was bored so asked me to come with and I brought Clay, but… Urban won it for me, not him.” You said while laughing.

“Clay, I suggest you start running and hope that I don’t catch you.”

“Won’t be able to catch me if you can barely breathe.”

“That’s it, imma kick your ass.”

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #first lady of pg concepts #jack harlow fic #jack harlow fluff #my blanca baby #wonderlandiswhereitsatyo #hoodharlow

[alexrosekey]

Okay, for day 16 of the @hprecfest, Imma bring you some of the most hilarious and ridiculously sily fics I've ever read. Seriously, they gave me such a good laugh that I was in stitches.

Hope you enjoy them as much as I did!

1. The Muggle Telephone by @gloivy (T, 2,407, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy)

Draco finally caved and bought one of those muggle telephones everyone is going on about, though he doesn’t quite understand how it works yet. A social media AU

Well well, what do we have here? A Social Media fic! And a good one at that. I remembered the first time reading it, I could barely breathe from all the crackling and laughing. Draco vs Muggle tech? Sign me up! He's so clueless and ridiculously cute and a little perverted. The supporting cast is just equally funny if not more (Harry Potter with a blue check Twitter account, makes sense 😆)

So if you're a lover of Dramione and all things Draco vs the Muggle World, hop right in!

*This fic could be placed under the prompt of Day 1: A favorite fic under 5k

2. it runs in the family by justprompts (T, 13,757, no pairings)

"Her name is…Hermione," Lucius pronounces the name very carefully, watching Voldemort as if for some reaction. He has none to offer. "She's in my son's year. And she claims to be your daughter." Crack!AU where Lord Voldemort thinks Hermione Granger is his daughter.

This one started out as a prompt on Reddit, though Hermione-as-Voldy's daughter trope has been explored multiple times throughout the HP fanfic community, both as parody/comedy and serious AU. To me, this is one of the best execution of the idea.

Not only is the fic over-the-top sily and hilarious, it is also very refreshing and wholesome in a way. Of course, given this is Voldemort we're talking about, the situation only got wilder and wilder with each chapter. He's such a comedic character in this, albeit a bit confused and clueless, but at least he tries, y'know 😂

That being said, if you want a fun take into the Hermione-is-the-Dark-Lord-daughter trope, unhinged but well-meaning Voldy, as well as a good laugh and a good representation of asexual Hermione, then this one is for you!

*This fic could be placed under the prompt of Day 8: A canon-divergence fic.

In the meantime, check out my rec list for day 13

As always, happy reading 💋

#hprecfest2023 #draco x hermione #dramione #hp fanfic #hp fic #hp fic rec #hermione granger #draco malfoy #voldemort #lord voldemort #harry potter #fic rec

[stardusthuntress]

Hot... in So Many Ways!

TBB Echo x femaleMandalorian!reader  (mostly pronouns and attire in this part, that will change in part 2!)

Word Count: ~2k

Summary: maybe this IS more of a summer fic, but who cares? I like summer! Holiday season ain't my thing, so imma pretend it's summer again! HAHAHAHAHA!!! So, here’s a fic where it’s so hot outside, it inspires a little heat inside too! ;P 

TW: Echo is self-conscious, kinda a given; also, it’s flirty and out-of-practice Echo! Nothing too serious in this part tho! But part 2 WILL be smut! And please note, I am NOT a medic nor doctor of that variety, BUT this stems from my experience living in a desert, so it’s not 100% accurate on what you should do in the heat, but the note about not drinking cold water in excessive heat is a real thing! Wanted to include that in there for funsies! 

helmet banners thanks to the one and only @/djarrex!

This planet was hot. Really hot. Even in the shade it was easy to overheat. So, naturally, this had to be the planet where the ship’s AC nearly went out. It sorta was getting overworked in this environment. And since they didn’t know if this planet was okay with clones, Tech had parked the ship out of view a little ways away from the entirely-indoor city. 

The others were out collecting data for Rex. Except for Tech, who was in the nearest marketplace, acquiring parts. But they needed two people to work on the repairs until Tech got back with the rest of the parts. Naturally, that became Echo and his partner. 

Echo was outside, doing his best to repair the exterior of the ship, where the Imperials had been kind enough to leave a few new blaster burns… right next to the life support quick repair hatch… clearly these Imperials knew what they were doing. Which is what landed the Maurader here, on a desolate planet the Imperials didn’t want. Actually, most people didn’t want it, it was mostly devoid of life, except for the one spaceport-focused town the rest of the team were currently scavenging for intel and parts. 

Before he had left, Tech had warned not to stay outside for long periods of time. It was too hot here for the human body to withstand the heat for more than an hour or so at a time. 

Or in other words, so hot that even Echo had shed his shirt. Echo, the man who struggled to explore a physical relationship because he still hated what the Techno Union had done to him. 

And DAMN was shirtless Echo hot! And not just because it was hot outside. It was evident that Echo had made a point to do more than just get his strength back. Watching him work inside a panel at eye level gave the woman he loved a good view as she came out to bring him a part and hydration. 

She paused for a split second as her brain restarted, short circuited by the toned muscles flexing ahead of her. The way his abs moved with every shift of his arms, flexing beneath a smattering of scars that clearly bore the stories of many battles, left her jaw on the floor. 

“I’ll be in in a minute, I promise. Just a few more things I can do to reinforce this until Tech get’s back,” Echo’s voice echoed out of the side of the ship. 

She shook herself back to reality and continued towards him, folding her hands, and the objects held in them, behind her back. “I’ll hold you to that minute, Corporal. In the meantime though, the part you asked for is in my pocket.” 

Echo emerged from the side of the ship, confused that she didn’t just hand him the piece. 

“There’s my handsome trooper,” she smiled, “come here for a second.” 

Echo obediently extracted himself from the panel and approached his partner. 

As he did so, she finally revealed the objects she’d been hiding behind her back. A wet towel, so laden with water it left drips in the desert sand at their feet, and a canteen. 

“Mmmmmmm, you’re my savior,” he teased, “please tell me those are cold.” 

She laughed. “You know drinking cold water won’t help you drink enough to stay hydrated, no matter how appealing it sounds. So the water bottle is just cool, but the towel is colder, and that’s for the rest of you.” 

She handed him the water bottle as he approached, and leaned in for a quick kiss. 

Echo quickly raised the water bottle and downed half of it in just a few gulps. 

While he refueled, she stepped behind him and rubbed the cool, sopping wet towel, over his neck and shoulders and back. Then completing a circle around him, returned to his front to run it over his chest, and taking a tad longer to rub it over his abs to commit the sight and feel to memory in case this was a one-off. 

Echo chuckled as he finished off the water bottle, “What are you doing down there, Love?” 

“Just cooling you off, Handsome,” she said, straightening again, hiding a smirk, and stepping up to him for another chaste kiss. “One more minute, soldier, then back inside.” 

“Yes, Ma’am,” Echo looked straight into her eyes when he said it, a spark in his own, despite the heat outside. 

She took back the water bottle and stood still, allowing him to retrieve the part from her pocket, and with one last kiss, she retreated back inside. 

Echo watched her go, enjoying the view. The heat had left her in a pair of short shorts and sports bra, leaving little to the imagination. The sooner he could get back inside to that, the better, he decided, turning back to his work. 

Behind Echo’s sweaty form, the door closed. As his eyes adjusted to the lower light levels, they sought his loving partner. But her eyes weren’t looking up at him, they looked down, and she was biting her lip as though she was holding back from something. 

“That grossly sweaty, huh? I’ll take a quick shower, be right back,” he laughed, slipping past her with a peck to her cheek in passing. 

“Hmmm?” She looked up, surprised at getting caught, but he was already entering the fresher. 

Truth be told, she’d gotten distracted watching a drop of sweat run down his abs, emphasizing every curve…and she’d been holding back from licking it off…

When he came out of the fresher, a new set of clothes on, he found her at a console, running diagnostics on the patchwork repairs he’d done outside. She was still showing off a canvas of skin that Echo wanted nothing more than to paint with his love, and leave marks on so the others would know not to touch what was his. 

“Feel better?” She asked, not taking her eyes off the screen, wanting to finish quickly so she could get back to her handsome partner. 

Echo came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her exposed midriff, humming a response as his lips found her neck. 

“You should wear this more often,” he mumbled into her skin as he gripped her, tight.

She laughed and spun in his arms, wrapping hers around his neck. “Aww, but you put a shirt back on!” 

He laughed, “it’s better this way, then no one has to see it.” 

“See what? How toned your abs are? So no one can ask about the story behind each scar? Or watch you do a one-handed push-up or pull-up?” 

Echo let out a snort, “As if anyone would be interested in the battle scars and their stories on a mere clone.” He said it with disdain, and she knew it was because he thought she could do better with any of his brothers because they weren’t missing so many pieces, or anyone else in the galaxy. Echo always was very hard on himself. 

“Echo, I’m a Mandalorian! Battle stories and scars are very important to my culture. The more one survives, the more hallowed the warrior! Take your shirt off and tell me the story of each scar you remember, and I’ll let you do the same on me.” 

Echo was preparing to laugh, but found his mind was a blank slate by the end of her statement. Had she just offered to remove her clothes for him? Was this normal for everyone to do in her culture, or was it actually as intimate as it sounded? Echo blinked at her in shock, mind scrambling to figure out what to do or say in response. She also wanted him to take his clothes off for her. He’d never wanted to as badly as he did in that moment. 

“Is that…. Umm… Mando… Mandalorian culture?” It had been a long time since Echo had had this much difficulty stringing a sentence together. He wasn’t even sure if the words he’d used actually made a coherent sentence or were just discombobulated thoughts when they came out, like the ones currently floating through his head. He felt like a shiny seeing a pretty girl at a bar for the first time all over again. 

She giggled. “Yeah, telling stories of battles past is one of the best ways to pass the time for a Mandalorian… Though, only those closest to us know which scar comes from which battle. We don’t often let others see what’s beneath the armor,” she admitted, a little shy, hiding in his neck, and giving him an opportunity to get his thoughts together. 

“Yes,” Echo muttered, barely able to find his voice. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” 

She looked up at him. He was nodding rapidly. She smiled, and found his lips crashing into hers, as he kissed her hungrily. 

Echo’s mind raced. If the computer hadn’t been running such important diagnostics, he would have taken her on that console, without hesitation. Instead, he pinned her against the bulkhead as she smiled against his lips at his enthusiasm. 

“Wait,” Echo pulled back for a moment, “but earlier when you looked at me when I was all sweaty…” he looked at her with a question on his brow. 

“Oh, that, uhhhh, I wanted to… um… it sounds silly, it’s nothing…”

“So I really was that gross and sweaty, huh?” He cringes, bracing for bad news.

“NO! No! Actually, I really wanted to… *sigh*, I don’t know why this is so hard to say… I wanted to… to lick… your abs…. I, uh, still want to, actually… if you’re ok with that?” 

Once again Echo errored out, finding himself only capable of kissing her with a fervor he didn’t know he had anymore. 

She groaned into the kiss, and wrapped a leg around his hips. 

Echo’s hand flew to hold it to him. He enjoyed the soft warmth of her thigh, peppered with scars he could trace with his eyes closed. He longed to know the tale of each and every one of them. And he coudn’t wait any longer. He used his scomp arm to scoop her off the ground, his flesh hand gripping her waist, and carry her to his bunk. 

Once there, he hastily climbed in, and gently deposited her on the soft pillows. 

She detached enough to practically rip the shirt from his body, and shimmy her way down his body, still underneath him. 

“What are y—hnnnng” he groaned as she licked a stripe up his abdomen. His eyes widened, as he peered down at her beneath him. He cursed himself for forgetting that comment. He’d been so caught up in being lucky enough to see even more of her. She smiled up at him, seductively, then went back to slowly tracing the edges of every muscle of his abs with her tongue. Echo’s arms began to shake as she nipped at him between licks. 

With a final, sloppy kiss to his belly button, she slipped down between his legs even farther. A sly laugh the only warning before she pressed her lips to the wet spot at his tip, and used his moment of surprise and her battle hardened muscles to flip him onto his back. 

She hummed with delight, nestling herself between his legs, arms crossed over his hips, hands resting atop his member as she looked up at him, feet kicking in the air behind her. 

Echo lay there for a moment, just watching her, stunned, before summoning the energy to prop himself up on his elbows. 

She leaned forward and kissed his abs again as his hips pivoted beneath her. Letting her eyes and fingers begin to trace out the patterns of scars decorating his body. 

“You promised to tell me the stories of your battle scars, Handsome.” 

Echo chuckled, decidedly out of breath, “who could say no to you, especially after all that, Mesh’la!” 

She smiled, and squeezed the hand that still rested over his member ever so slightly. 

Echo moaned again. “Nnnnn— as much as I love the feeling, and the view, of you between my legs, I really need yours up here.” He patted the bed by his side. “Let me love you too, Mesh’la!” 

She giggled, and readjusted, with one final caress and kiss to his length...

.......keep an eye out for a pure smut part 2!!!

Please don’t steal my work! I pour my heart into these so if you like it please reblog to share instead of reposting it!

taglist: @cw80831 @amorfista (I know I'm missing a few people, so dm me if I missed ya or if you want to change what you're tagged for!)

#tbb echo x reader #tbb arc echo x reader #arc echo x reader #zenith writes

[baekhvuns]

Ok good news my mum said it fine to take a drop year like finally dude 😭😭 but the bad news is the job i told you about....i couldn't get it...cuz the aunt tht told me out didn't tell us how urgent it was like they needed an answer then and there if it was a yes or no, but of course emy parents took a lot of time to decide and when they called her she was like "oh now the slot is unavailable" 😭

Anyways whenever I'll get a job I will, but ykw I'm worried about now, a function is taking place in my house and well...I'm happy cuz I get to dress up BUT IK MY RELATIVES ARE GOING TO EAT ME UP WITH QUESTIONS AND IF I TELL THEM IM TAKING A YEAR OFF IMMA HV TO DEAL WITH THOSE JUDGY LOOKS 😭😭 I get what mum meant...but, I'll Def won't pay mind to it, but at this point, I'm preparing for that stupid test and honestly...I'm see no opportunities for like graphic designing and stuff as of now...or any other course I'd like to opt for but...I won't give up, I'll look for them and in the meantime I'm focusing on my language learning...yeah, but for some reason I've been really happy...idk but yeah 😭

AND WE'RE GOING TO THE WEDDING ON 14 JANUARY YAYYYY!!! CELEBRATIONS!! And before tht too I'm wearing suit to the function I told you about and it's not a new one it's my grandmothers...I'm HAPPY 😭

Ok so i HAD to talk abt this to you, so I've been tutoring my cousin, she's in 9th grade and yeah we've been having fun, but sometimes she...SHE HAS A SUPERIORITY COMPLEX OK? And well ok it shouldn't bother me but the way she says it ticks me off like the other day we were talking about this whole ethnic and traditional clothes thing and she legit said "well, you know traditional clothing doesn't suit you, you can't manage it" or something like "when you speak Punjabi you look really funny, even my mum said you don't know how to speak it"

...like? HOW CN YOU POSSIBLY TELL ME THAT MY CULTURE DOESN'T SUIT ME??? WTH??

Anyways, NAURRR you're so right PPL my age debuting is like 😭 LIKE WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING IN MY LIFE? WHY ARE WE STILL HERE? JUST TO SUFFER?

Omg yes, that actress is like a softer version of hema Malini THE EYELINER I WAS DED 😭 u r so right, the Indian fan base is so FRUSTRATING bcz they collectively make up a Karen fanbase really I'm not even kidding, like an actress gains weight they all go crazy, or they say oh she's had plastic surgery and stuff...It's so annoying honestly man

As a person who has no experience with lehnga I think I get what you're tryna say, the poofy lehengas the ones you gotta pick up and then move. Omg i just remembered something, the other day me and my mum were just talking about something and somehow we somehow started talking about relationships and my mum, my typical brown mum, was like "you better not have a bf, focus on your studies, when the time is right, you'll find someone, and blah blah" and i looked at her straight and the yes and I said "do you honestly believe i have the confidence TO FIND MYSELF A BF?" And she started laughing like 😭😭 I was like what? And she said you're right 😭😭😭

hello!!

OKAY WE GOT ONE GOOD NEWS??? and 🧍🏻‍♀️

COME ON 😭😭😭 U GUYS SHOULDVE SAID YES ON SPOT DEAL W THE CONSEQUENCES LATER AT LEAST THE $$$ 😭😭 hopefully another one opens for u 🤲🏻

see for graphic designing, u can always start a etsy business where u sell prints (made in canva) and or templates, some of my friends do that as well as i so it does generate and make u practice ur skills! ofc focus on ur test, hope u pass w good grades 💓💓

WE WIN EITHER WAY???? we need pics (will priv the ask if u do send!) and details and everything

“how can u tell me my culture doesn’t suit me??” LMFAOOO PLS THIS EXACTLY FVWJDHWKHDKW like what’s the competition in speaking punjabi like 😭😭😭😭 see my mom raised me like “if they don’t like what u wear and point at it they’re just jealous they don’t do it better” SO U GET MY POINT JCJCJ

NO SRS???? LIKE WERE WAS I IN THAT GENE POOL WHERE U ALL GOT SELECTED AND THEN BECAME FAMOUS LIKE

her eyeliner and looks were god tier, truly what an era of women and beauty 😩 omfg im so tired of the “she’s pregnant” bc she’s wearing LOSE CLOTHES OR HWS HER HAND ON HER STOMACH LIKE????? aunties ????? shaming aish for weight gain and then u click their pfp it’s “shalini nath, jai ma durga💖” ????? FAM????

i wore it once never again, the poof in it like gets stuck in between ur legs so there’s like poof stuck in ur thighs and u have to walk like a penguin truly the most frustrating night of my life and it was at a reception too 😭

LMFAOOOO NO CAUSE HRJWHDKW SAME LIKE THEY RLY THINK SAYING THAT WILL DO SOMETHING TO WHEN IT NEVER DOES like im amazed u have this thought that i have a lot of bf’s but miss girl that iz le not true <3

#✉️ : ask #[ rosesapphiremysticalrose ]

[storiesofsvu]

Joe Velasco HC's

(okay imma need some more gifs of Velsaco looking NOT heartbroken, cause there is approx one...) LMK if you want to be tagged for Joe...

Who Is more likely to end up in jail and the other has to bail them out? we’re just gonna have to go with you on this one, considering that Joe is a cop, and considering he’s also an immigrant, I think he’s gonna play pretty safe to the books most of the time. He will also probably lecture you the entire way home about whatever it was you got picked up for (if it was reasonable of course) and make sure to set you up with the best lawyer he can find if it goes that far.

Who is more likely to set the kitchen on fire while cooking? it’s a toss up, but I’m gonna go with you on this one. I think Joe’s pretty decently well versed in the kitchen, he knows the basics, he can add some flair in there occasionally and he finds cooking relaxing at the end of a long day, or in prep for the upcoming week. He just also thinks its useless to cook for one, so he does rely on take out/on the go. When the smoke alarm does go off though, he’ll quickly assess the situation, then calm you down, open all the windows and laugh it off, saying you can order a pizza and that’s more than acceptable.

If they have a test spends all night studying joe. He strikes me as a hard worker, someone who’s worked his ass off to get where he is today, so he’s going to put his all into studying for exams, working through cases and the like, he wants to constantly prove himself, whether to himself or his peers. It’s only when you wake up in the middle of the night to an empty bed that you manage to wrangle him to sleep with promise of extra cuddles and that you’ll brew the coffee in the morning.

Push the other into a pool? could go either way tbh, but I’m gonna say Joe for this one, he’s got a playful side to him, a side that even while being your partner, he’s still your goofy bff who’s not going to resist an opportunity like this.

Talk smack while playing video games

I feel like this goes both ways, both of you shooting off the most ridiculous smack talk while trying to beat the other person. Although joe’s the one who actually wins and thus deserves to talk smack, meanwhile you get your ass handed to you each and every time.

Sings along to the radio while driving this one’s much more you. Joe’s a pretty reserved person, especially when getting to know you, but even after that I don’t really think he’s into that, but he’ll always turn it up a little bit when one of your fave songs comes on so you can sing your little heart out to it.

Has to be pulled out of a pet store because they get distracted by puppies? you know what…I’m gonna give this one to Joe. I headcanon that he has some kind of rescue animal at home, whether it’s an older dog, or a cat, one that doesn’t need too much attention/taking care of because he knows he works a lot and strange hours. But he’s always felt the desire to rescue something from a less than ideal situation since he escaped one himself. And you better believe he loves that animal with every inch of his soul. So when he sees the cute little adorable puppies he’s all “please?” and you have to remind him that having a puppy is like having a literal human baby, you don’t have the time, but you definitely can go play with them in the meantime.

immediately begins to shimmy when maroon 5 comes on since we gave the singing one to you, we’re gonna go with Joe. As stated,  he’s a little bit more reserved, but when the radio’s on and he’s making lunch and his fave jam comes on, he’ll start to kinda nod along to the music, mumbling out the words quietly, until that slowly starts in his hips, bopping along to it until he hears you giggle and immediately blushes, attempting to stop but you fully encourage it, tugging him into a little mini dance session until the song is over.

wakes the other up at 3am demanding pancakes okay, hear me out. Joe’s got a pretty terrible sleep schedule already. Work, combined with some ptsd and insomnia mean that he’s probably all over the place with how many hours he sleeps, when he goes to bed and when he’s tossing and turning. So he’s doing his best to sleep, to just snuggle you fall back asleep, but then he realizes that he’s fucking starving so he gets up. It’s the noise in the kitchen that wakes you and you pad out all “you’re cooking?” he’s just kinda staring at the pantry/fridge with a pout and you wrap around him and excitedly squeal at the pancake mix and plead and pout and puppy dog eye until he says yes, laughing and kissing you gently before he gets to work.

sends the other unsolicited nudes  this one goes to you. Though Joe has been known to snap a pic pre/post gym session and shoot that off to you. But you’re the one who buys a new lingerie set and sends a couple of surprise pictures to him probably while he’s still at work, stuck in a boring overnight shift or lame stakeout.

brags about knowing karate even though they never made it past yellow belt I wanted to put this as a tipsy joe move, but I do think he truly does know how to fuck someone up, even if it’s not technically karate, so this is going to you. And Joe just rolls his eyes, basically picking you up and dragging you back to the car/home

comes to a complete halt outside bakeries/candy shops this one’s you. You’ve got a sweet tooth, and once Joe knows it, he will either keep the pantry stocked, or he’ll have some delicious homemade stuff for you, and that always gets replenished on a weekly basis

blows sarcastic kisses after doing ridiculous shit  you. Joe can’t help but smile and laugh at it though, shaking his head as you practically skip away.

wears the least clothing around the house this one can go to either one of you. Joe will for sure wander around shirtless as long as it’s not too cold, it’s just comfortable, and that way he’s not getting an extra shirt dirty before he has to put on a work one/whatever he’s wearing out. But it’s you who’s the tease, clad only in one of his oversized shirts and panties all “what?” with a cute little pout when he gives you a *look*

has icky sentimental moments for no apparent reason Joe. He’s still trying to figure out the whole love and romantic intimacy shit, so it kinda hits him out of nowhere. He expects it to be during some grand gesture, but it’s simply the image of you cooking for him, specifically if you’re wearing  his shirt, or the sight of you in his apartment when he comes home, all cozy on the couch calling a casual “hey” to him when you hear the door. You’re usually taken by surprise when he scoops you up out of nowhere, hugging you tightly, just breathing you in. the first time it happens you’re all “what?” but you learn that that’s simply him speaking without his words, a goofy smile on his face as he kisses your cheek before moving on to whatever the next thing on his mental list was.  

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Waiting (Ethan Ramsey x MC)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Claire Herondale

Word count: 2,4 k

Summary: OH3 Chapter 5 added scene. Ethan and Tobias talk as they wait for the surgery to be over. ft. cute moments between Ethan and Claire

Warnings: None

A/N: Tobias and Ethan friendship will happen. If PB won’t let me make this happen (they will but still), then Imma make it happen myself.

Tobias took a deep breath as the air of the early autumn ruffled his hair. The sun was high in the sky, casting a warm light on his face. He dug his hands into the pockets of his white coat, closing his eyes for a moment. A slight smirk tugged on the corners of his lips at the memory of the meeting he just got out of. He’s always enjoyed teasing Ethan and at some point, that teasing escalated to arguing and one-upping him – he enjoyed the latter even more.

A surprised shriek pulled him out of his wonder, prompting his eyes to open. The sound was filled to the brim with happiness, not raising the alert in his mind, so he calmly looked around in search of the source. And found it rather quickly.

His eyes fell onto a couple, standing in the middle of the garden near the hospital. The man had his arm wrapped tightly around the woman, keeping her close to him. His shoulders shook slightly as he laughed at something she said, then their lips met in a kiss so intense that it made Tobias want to look away. But he didn’t.

Because it might have been the very first time he’s ever seen Ethan Ramsey this relaxed around someone. This happy. For a moment, he wasn’t even sure if his eyes weren’t deceiving him, but upon blinking a couple of times, he was sure – it was Claire and Ethan.

They pulled apart slightly, enough for Tobias to see a wide grin on Ethan’s face as he said something to her, staring into her eyes. He dove towards her right after, caressing the side of her neck tenderly, his other hand gripping the fabric of her white coat at her back.

Their lips meet again, softer this time, gentler, like he was savoring the taste and the feel of her by his side. Come to think of it, he probably was – Tobias himself knew that these two had their fair share of experiences, so it wasn’t all that surprising that Ethan would behave like this, even if it wasn’t what Tobias came to expect from him.

The same intensity, coupled with softness, could easily be found in the way Claire’s arms wrapped around Ethan’s neck, pulling him downwards so they were at a similar height. That made him laugh, breaking the kiss for a second before he adjusted his grip, pulling her upwards, the tips of her shoes barely touching the ground.

When they eventually separated for good, Tobias could very clearly notice their heavy breathing and how they held onto one another despite the fact that the intense moment was behind them. What was left was the tenderness in their smiles and the gentleness of Ethan’s touch when he traced the corner of Claire’s lips with his thumb.

Tobias didn’t need to observe the pair any longer, feeling not like he was invading their privacy – they were making out in the middle of the public garden, for god’s sake – but like he’s seen enough. He’d tease his old friend about this later. With one final look at the pair, he turned back around and went into the hospital.

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Ethan walked back to the table in the office, balancing three cups of coffee in his hold. They’ve been waiting for two hours already, with no news regarding Francis. He stopped by Claire’s side, letting her take two cups out of his hands before he turned to Tobias, handing him the third one. His old friend eyed the coffee, then looked up at him with surprise in his eyes and hesitation in every move he did and didn’t make. A short while later, he accepted the cup with a nod, watching Ethan as he walked back to his seat.

Knowingly to both men or not, Claire seated herself between them for a reason. If they were supposed to spend the next couple of hours in that office, they needed to not kill one another in the meantime. If she had to be a buffer, then so be it.

Sitting down, Ethan took his coffee from his girlfriend, her inviting smile eliciting one of his own. The rich flavor helped his tired body wake up a bit, caffeine speeding up his heartbeat a little. He heard a soft hum of appreciation and approval from Claire, his lips curling upwards at the sound.

None of them said a word for the next couple of minutes, finishing their drinks in silence. It allowed Ethan to finally sit down and process what happened that day.

He’s working with Tobias again.

Not even in his wildest dreams would he have come up with such an idea. Nightmares, sure, though he didn’t let such ridiculous notions occupy his mind. Tobias would be the last person he’d consider for a spot on his team, considering both their professional turmoil and the personal one. If they couldn’t hold a civilized conversation outside of work, how the hell were they supposed to put everything that’s happened aside to work together as a team?

He should have known that Bloom would pull something like this – he’s never trusted the man. He wouldn’t trust him with his coffee order, not to mention something as integral as the choice of the member of the team. Every time his new boss inserted himself into their work, despite not knowing a damn thing about it, he wanted to shove a piece of paper down his throat. But he couldn’t – and Claire wouldn’t let him, no matter how much she agreed with him that Bloom deserved that and so much more.

But he didn’t have any choice in that matter now. Tobias was the member of the team. Whether he liked it or not, they would be seeing each other every day and they would have to put their differences aside. If not for the sake of their sanities, then for the sake of their patients.

Perhaps it was time to finally sit down and have a mature conversation about everything that went down all those years ago, like he wanted to do before. They will never go back to what their friendship used to be, too many things have happened. What they could do was resolve the past and try to move forward – Claire’s advice rang in his ears at that idea.

All that would have to wait, however, because in that moment, they had bigger issues than their personal problems. Francis was lying on the table in the OR as Harper raced against the time, and all they could do was wait – he always loathed that part.

His attention has been stolen by the subtle movement near his hand. Claire took his empty cup out of his hand, standing up to take Tobias’s too to get rid of them. Ethan’s eyes followed her as she deposited them on the tray by the coffee machine and walked back to her seat. As soon as she was within his reach, he took her hand into his, tangling their fingers together and giving them a gentle squeeze. She smiled at him, turning her body towards him wordlessly. Her thumb traced the line of his bones, the motion soothing him.

“I can’t decide if I’m tired or restless.” Tobias breathed out deeply, drumming his fingers on the table. The break of silence was welcomed by his other two companions – they were all getting tired of the quiet tension that filled the room to the brim, getting thicker by the minute, making it harder to breathe.

“I’m stressing out, but I don’t think I can keep my eyes open any longer.” Claire concluded, letting her head fall onto Ethan’s shoulder softly. He wrapped his arm around her pulling her into his embrace, a hint of a helpless grin stretching his features.

“You just drank coffee.” He argued, turning his head to look at her. She glanced up at him, scrunching her nose adorably.

“That’s the best way to have a powernap. Scientifically proven.”

“By who?” Tobias asked, smirking suspiciously at the younger woman. She retorted without missing a beat, turning around and leaning out of her seat to look at him.

“By me. Works wonders.” Having finished her line, she fell back into Ethan’s waiting arms, nesting herself into her boyfriend’s embrace once more. He nudged her head with his nose as he mused under his breath.

“If you say so.”

Not much later, her breathing evened out and she fell into a light slumber, burying her face into his neck. Ethan looked down at her with adoration sparkling in his eyes, closing his own eyes for a moment. It didn’t last long, though.

“If you told me years ago that we’d both be on the Diagnostic Team together, I’d call you an idiot.” Tobias started speaking, seemingly innocently, but there was something to his tone that indicated that it was only the beginning.

“If you told me I’d have to work with you despite everything you’ve done, I would have called you an idiot too. Or perhaps something else, more suitable for the occasion.”

“Hey now, E, there’s no need to be so dramatic. If we’re going to be seeing each other every day, we need to be friendly.” He grinned brightly, his eyes falling onto the woman in Ethan’s arms. “Look at Herondale and I, we can be very friendly.”

Ethan scoffed at him, trying to ignore the pang he felt at the last words. He adjusted his grip on her, hugging her just a tiny bit tighter, more securely.

“We have to be civil long enough to get our work done, but don’t think that you walking in here, smiling, will erase the stunts you’ve been pulling all those years. It doesn’t work like that.”

Silence hung between them as their stares tried one another, daring the other to break first. For what must have been the first time, Tobias relented, looking away with tension in his eyes.

“I am aware of that.”

Ethan, convinced that it was the end of the conversation, twisted his frame the slightest bit, allowing Claire to get more comfortable in her sleep. He gazed at their joined hands, her grip secure despite not being aware of that. Her closeness relaxed him like nothing else, his exchange with Tobias suddenly a thousand miles away from his mind. With a private smile, he pressed a gentle kiss to her hair, letting out a deep breath.

Tobias watched the pair silently – not for the first time. But it was the first time that he got to see them from such a close proximity. Even in a situation as tense as the one they all were in right now, they somehow managed to find peace in each other. He’s known Ethan for over a decade and he’s never met a person that was able to lead him away from seeing red with just one look. It’s like she somehow put a spell on him, and to Tobias, it seemed that Ethan was well aware of that – and did nothing to change it. He welcomed it with open arms. “She really got you good, huh?”

Ethan slowly turned his head to face him, confused. “What are you talking about?”

“I mean, come on. Ethan Ramsey, the notorious workaholic, going home after work on time every single day? Walking around the hospital with a grin on his face?” he started pointing out everything he’s noticed during only his first day of working on the team, as well as things he’s heard from the nurses. Ethan remained silent, unsure where this was going.

“Making out with his girlfriend when he thinks no one’s looking?” at that, Ethan’s eyes widened slightly, a hint of a blush climbing onto his cheeks. “Yeah, we all saw your little escapade yesterday. Very charming scenery, red roses suit her.” Tobias nodded towards Claire, then looked at his old friend again. “Not you, though. Red is not exactly your color – I would know, since that’s exactly the color of your cheeks right now.”

“You think you’re funny, don’t you.”

“We both know that I am, E.”

They shared a look and for a moment, they were back at university, thick as thieves. Two friends who could talk about everything. Then the reality caught up to them and Tobias cleared his throat, falling quiet immediately after. The next time the silence was broken, it was Ethan who did it.

“I don’t think I’ve ever properly thanked you.” his voice was deep and low, overcame by emotions of unknown to Tobias origin.

“For what?”

“For saving her.”

Both men looked at Claire, sleeping, blissfully unaware of the conversation that was happening right over her head. Ethan’s eyes softened at the sight of her, safe and sound in his arms.

“I don’t know what I would have done if I lost her.”

“You don’t have to thank me.” Tobias responded, his hand rising on its own to pat Ethan’s shoulder, but he refrained from doing so. Instead, he offered a timid smile that was accepted and eventually mirrored.

“Just… do yourself a favor – hold onto her. And hold on tight.” He continued, saying all the things Ethan already knew. “She’s an amazing woman and, god help her, she sure wants you.”

“Believe me, I don’t know what I did to get this lucky either.” Blue-eyed attending sighed thoughtfully, choosing to ignore the obvious dig directed at him, staring at his girlfriend with a look of wonder in his eyes instead. The new doctor in the team gave him a moment to himself, focusing on the wall in front of him.

And then, in true Tobias Carrick fashion, he threw in a line to break the tension. “She could make any man feel like he’s on top of the world, so I’d watch out if I were you.”

“You’re no competition for me.” Ethan countered, grinning at his old friend, letting the wave of nostalgia wash other them both. Tobias punched his shoulder lightly, faking offense at the words. For hours, they would wait for Harper to emerge from the OR, talking quietly about old and new times as the youngest member of the team lied in her boyfriend’s arms, having heard every word since she closed her eyes.

Notes

The trick actually works wonders, I would know, it saved my ass more times than I care to admit. Well, it works 9 out of 10 times. My girl C landed herself in that 10%. Good for her, some delicious subjects were discussed :D

Tagging separately

#ethan ramsey x mc #ethan ramsey #open heart #fic #playchoices

[shadow--writer]

Howdy again! Could I request an HC with the main 6: If MC had an identical twin (they look EXACTLY alike) and they wore the same outfit while also acting the same way (or at least trying to), which LI’s would be able to tell them apart and how?

Howdy! Nice to see ya again! I’m back baby! I hope you guys had a happy holiday! Currently I am typing up a fluffy fic with Julian bc ofc, he is my favourite. Buuut headcanons are back!

Requests are still open yes, so send em in! :DDD

And for this one imma do something a bit different. I’m gonna rank it from most likely to least likely to tell MC and well, your, twin apart!

Main Six x MC who has a Twin

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Asra

He’d tell you two apart right away 

From the way you smile, the way your eyes shine, maybe a freckle

He’ll always be able to know 

He thinks the two of you did so well though 

He was almost fooled for a moment

Almost

Faust would do her little snake dance while chanting “MC MC MC!”

She’d tell you apart by smell 

Now can your twin do magic? What are they into?

Friends?

Maybe all three of you would go out to cause some mischief 

He does like a good prank

How long can you fool the other five? How long can Lucio go calling your twin your name?

How long can Asra go before bursting out laughing? 

“Nice try MC, but it’ll take more than that to fool me~”

Muriel 

Shy mountain man would tell the two of you apart just by your touch and voice

Your twin doesn’t have the same way of speaking to him

You talk softer, your twin didn’t so he knew something was off

Wait you have a twin?! 

...would you pull something like this again (please say no)

He doesn’t really care for pranks 

He does think this was quite clever though 

How you two switched clothes and even scents so even Inanna couldn’t smell you 

Some magic might’ve been involved too

He’d...he’d like to get to know your twin a bit more

Maybe even help you perfect the act

Try and fool Asra?

“Oh MC, don’t ever do that again. ........unless....”

Julian

Poor Julian wouldn’t be able to tell you apart for a while

Then he’d start to pick up the cues

He’s an actor, putting him up high on the list because he has this sixth sense of knowing when someone is acting

He thinks the two of you are marvelous

He could tell you apart by the way you touch him, walk/move, and just how some of your features are different

But it was really good! Probably fooled him for a few hours

He might’ve even taken your twin out on a date and you never let him live it down

“Oooh c’mon MC it was one time! On time I swear!!”

Next time your twin comes over he’s keeping a very close eye on you two

Nadia

Nadia thinks she knows you super well, but uhh she’s below Julian for a reason

Julian has theatre backing him up, Nadia does not

It takes her quite awhile, a few hours maybe even days

She finds it both hilarious and mortifying that she couldn’t tell the two of you apart

At one point she had to go to Asra which had him cracking up 

You and your twin can barely keep straight faces she’s taking this so seriously

Asra has to point out the small little features of your face

She catches on from there

Huzzah after hours of her looking over the two of you she can tell you apart!

She feels so embarrassed so don’t tease her

...too much

“MC I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you apart, but job well done. You and your twin were perfect!”

Just don’t do that again on her 

On her ;3

Portia

Look look, I love Portia. She is a queen

But not for the life of her can she tell the two of you apart

It got to the point where she thought you could teleport

...you...you can’t teleport

You have to tell her

And oh my god is she so embarrassed. Bright red, dying sounds

“Ooooh noooo MC just leave me I’m a disgrace-”

I’m sure you can forgive her for this just this once

But now she wants to see what else your twin can do 

Can you get away with being in two places at once?

How long would it take someone else to tell you apart?

When Julian tells you apart faster than she could she gives up

“Even Ilya? I am a disgraceeeee!!”

She’s so dramatic you love her so much 

Lucio

Now this man. This man couldn’t for the life of him tell you apart he is worse than Portia

It takes him a week

A full on week you and your twin hurt from laughing too hard

He has taken the both of you on dates (and you had some close calls with kisses and such, it’s funny but man)

He’s super smart (at times)

But man oh man

Is this not one of those times

You also have to tell him, and at first he doesn’t believe you 

Was your twin’s acting that good?

No. Not at all.

He just thinks you cloned yourself

And you will tease him about it

“MC I SAID I WAS SORRY!”

He’ll make it up to you...somehow. But in the meantime, he wants to see how closely you resemble one another

And how many people can you fool (including his dogs)

#the arcana #the arcana headcanons #main six x mc #arcana apprentice #mc x julian #mc x lucio #mc x portia #mc x nadia #mc x asra #mc x muriel #julian devorak #lucio montag #nadia satrivana #asra alnazar #muriel #portia devorak #asra headcanons #muriel headcanons #lucio headcanons #julian headcanons #nadia headcanons #portia headcanons #my writing #asks #twin headcanon!

[rory-for-short]

New Crossings New Horizons: Part 3

TELL ME WHY I DECIED TO MAKE PART THREE THE START OF A SLOW BURN PLOT WITH NOOK AND THE READER I HATE MYSELF BUT ALSO IM HAVING FUN. 

So the plan is to make a community out of this island over the span of one summer and a fall semester. Nook had explained that there were more generators arriving in the nest few days. It was up to you all to figure out how housing would work. The list went on and on from pod homes, tiny houses, campers, and prefab homes. Tiny homes won. With a stipulation. We would start with them, then upgrade to prefabs later on. It would be easier to run tiny homes with the starting generators until we could figure out an electricity grid, and work on a plumbing/ well system for now. Nook seemed happy with this decision, and in the meantime, you and Cherry went out to collect wood and supplies while Apollo and Bob offered to find food.

“Hey imma trap some bears maybe there will be a zoo eventually,” announced Timmy jokingly.

“You and what bear trap,” Tommy snickered.

“I have several yards of rope, that's all I need,” Timmy smirked, uncoiling some thick rope from a knot.

“You kids be careful and stay close to camp. Me and Y/N are going south to find some wood,” Cherry informed.

You had already gotten some rope and packs yourself so that you could tie up logs into a bunch for easier carrying.

“Me and Bob are setting up snares to the west. All for small game but still, watch your footing if you are going up our way,” Apollo warned before everyone parted ways. You and Cherry managed to not only find wood, but also collected a tote of wild strawberries. Soon evening was upon you. Cherry mentioned heading back now before it got too dark, so the two of you started heading back. You were walking in front of Cherry leading your way back to camp when you lost your footing and found yourself stepping in a snare. Apollo and Bob must have really covered their ground, because you two were nowhere near the west of camp. Yet here you were, dangling and suspended ten feet off the ground from a tree.

“Y?N! Are you alright?” Cherry exclaimed as she ran for you dropping strawberry filled tote and running towards your dangling form.

“Yeah, I think I’m good...Just hanging around,” you smirked half expecting a rim shot. “It looks like the guys had covered more area than we thought,” you reasoned. Your current position was impressive, and uncomfortable. There was currently a rope around your arms and torso that made moving your arms impossible. At least you weren’t hanging by the neck. You could deal with some rope across your chest and restraining your arms as long as you could breath. You counted that as a blessing.

“Do you see a place to cut me down?” you called to her. Cherry began to scurry around the base of the trunk and nearby trees.

“I don't see any rope down here. It’s like it's on you and the branch and just nothing. There should be some rope down here for easy release right?,” the small girl panicked as she darted to and fro, hurriedly searching for the end of the rope to cut you down. Yet nothing was found. Great. You sighed in frustration. As cool of a trap as it was, you could feel your arms being construed and knew you’d have bruising from the rough rope.

“Go get the guys at camp. They can get me down, they set the trap afterall. But be quick it's getting dark,” you warned. Cherry nodded and sped towards camp. Hopefully she could get to them fast and not leave you dangling all night. Not five minutes after she disappeared, you began hearing rustling in bushes. The hairs on your neck stood up.

“ah-Apollo? That you?” you asked meekly. No reply. To be fair it was a bit windy, and you reasoned that you being alone at night with visibility getting lower, you were starting to be on edge. However, that didn't keep your eyes from darting to every little sound. Ten minutes in and your arms really started to hurt. Not to mention it was getting dark-dark, not just late-evening-dark. Just then, you saw a flashlight coming from the direction of camp moving steadily towards you

“Y/N! Kid! Where are you?” called the voice of none other than Tom Nook. Well thank you for the backup, Cherry, but what luck would Nook have at figuring out an Apollo snare?

“Over here Mr. Nook!” you call meekly from the tree severely doubting Cherry’s judgment at the moment. His flashlight beam landed on you and you squinted at the sudden change of light.

“Oh thank god! I'll have you down in a minute kid, don't you worry,” he said voice dripping with concern. You weren’t really worried about being stuck up here all night, except for the fact you had no idea where the rope release was.

“Cherry couldn’t find the release. I doubt you'll have much luck in the dark Mr. Nook” you reasoned.

“Who do you think taught Timmy to set a trap? Don't worry, the end of the rope should be about shoulder height on one of these trees behind you.” he explained as he disappeared into the shadows behind you.

“Timmy?! I thought this had to be Apollo’s handy work,” you were slightly impressed and it was notable in your tone..

“Don’t tell Timmy that. I’ll go straight to his head. Okay Y/N, get ready and brace yourself,”

“Do wha-” and at that you were crashing down ten feet to the ground. You landed awkwardly on your heel at an angle and yelped a bit in both pain and surprise. Tom Nook was beside you in a blink.

A look of worry stained his features as he knelt near you. You were trying to shrug off the now significantly looser rope. Red marks and bruises were already forming on your upper arms and forearms.Pain surged through your foot. A look of horror washed over your face as you feared it might be sprained, rolled, or worse, broken.

“Sorry that landing sounded rough. Here, let me help you up. Your arms aren't looking too good either,” he noted as he scanned your bruised arms. He extended his hand to help you on your feet when pain shot through your leg, calf and foot. You winced and your step faltered. Tom noticed and held your arm a little tighter.

“You landed bad didn’t you? You think you can make it back to camp on that ankle?”

You hesitated a moment before answering.

“Uh, ye-yes I’ll be fine,” you said through gritted teeth as you tried to adjust your steps to be less painful. However, your attempted step caused another shrug of pain all the way from the heel of your foot up your calf. You suppressed a yelp. Your eyes, now watering from the injured muscles that betrayed you, met Nooks and you could tell he knew you weren’t actually all that fine.. You sheepishly looked down and away.

“You can’t walk back, can you?” he sighed. It was more of a statement than a question. A beat of silence fell between you and he finally resolved.

“Alright, I’m too old for bridal style so you’ll have to get on behind me,” he reasoned.

“What? No,- come on we can try walking-” but the ankle was already starting to swell and Nook gave you that Dadtm look that stopped you dead in the middle of your sentence.  A look he probably mastered by practicing it on Timmy and Tommy. The kind that said ‘I’m not arguing kid, do as I say’. You sighed as he crouched in front of you. You reached your arms around his shoulders and despite claiming to be an old man, he lifted you pretty effortlessly. Which should have taken more effort, you were a full grown woman after all. You, at this point, were red in the face and you knew it. It was a pretty embarrassing predicament, having the decider of your future employment carry you on his back through the woods like some kid that scraped their knee. How were you gonna hide the red face at camp? You didn’t know, but hoped everyone would be in bed already.

“Sorry Mr. Nook, I should have been more careful,” you muttered into his shoulder. You felt his chuckle resonate through his back and into your chest.

“You have nothing to be sorry about. I was the one who dropped you too suddenly after all… and everyone calls me Nook or Tom. You don't have to call me ‘mister nook’ you know,” he answered softly.

You nodded into his shoulder and you both approached the camp. You saw everyone waiting on the two of you sitting around the fire with cooked fish and rabbit.

“Oh great. Looks like he managed to break her further,” Timmy laughed, elbowing Tommy. Nook shot Timmy a glare.

“I got her out of the “bear trap” YOU set. Really Timmy, if you are going to set snares, annonce them to the general populace so no one gets hurt,” Nook scolded with you still on his back, as he walked over to where everyone was sitting and eating. Red face was a go, but you could probably blame it on the injury and fire light. Nook helped you to sit on the log seating as Bob handed a plate your way. AT\t that moment you realize just how hungry you were.

“Catch of the day, besides you of course,” Bob snickered and you gave a light laugh.

“First I gotta splint up this ankle,” you explained.

“Ill get the first aid kit,” Cherry offered and scampered towards the main tent. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Nook a few inches from Timmys face, looking like he was hardcore chewing him ou in a hushed tonet. Now it was Timmy's turn to be embarrassed.

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❛ ALL NIGHT LONG ❜

❚❙ REQUEST BY @rebelwrites: How did i not know your requests were open 😍 can I request fluff prompts 9 and 10 with ruzek please 💜 like it’s the readers best friends wedding and she’s maid of honour and he’s there as her “date” but he can’t get over how she looks and he realises he’s catching feelings 💜 thanks baby 💜

❚❙ Prompt: “What does it mean when I can't get you out of my mind?” / “Dance with me”.

❚❙ ADAM RUZEK MASTERLIST.

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When your best friend called you to tell you she was going to get married, you couldn't believe it at first. But even so, when she asked you to be her maid of honor and to bring someone with you, the person who came to your mind was Adam. He has been your partner since you started to work for Intelligence and you have spent more hours together than you're capable to count. There wasn't anyone better than him.

But maybe, just maybe, you have discovered some hidden feelings for him since you've talked with Alice about the way he has to look at you, with so much kindness and tenderness. Confusing you because you haven't noticed it till the day of her wedding, after the reception and a couple of tequila shots. You haven't seen Adam before like more than a friend, but now, it's different.

As soon as you come back to your table and sit by his side, he places an arm over your shoulders while continuing the conversation with the other guys around. You don't even know what they're talking about, focused on Adam's laugh and starting to feel wrapped by a paranoid, with your best friend's words dancing inside your head. Does he have real feelings for you, or is it a dirty play by Alice? Grabbing your glass of champagne to have a sip, you clear your throat to claim his attention quietly.

“Would you… like to dance with me?”

For a moment, he tries to babble something with enough sense to accept your invitation, just nodding at the end. Curving your lips in a soft smile, you hold the hand he is offering to you, getting up to walk straight to the dancefloor. During a second you have the sensation of his hands trembling slightly when they get placed on your lower back, paying so much attention to the way your arms surround his neck. Adam licks his bottom lip consciously, as you rest your cheek on his shoulder.

The slow melody played by the music band and the dim lights illuminating the place make more romantic the moment you two are sharing in silence. It's the first time you dance together and you couldn't get tired of being embraced by him, hearing his heart beating over its normal pulse. And that just makes it a little funnier. But it's also a confirmation that maybe Alice wasn't wrong. Not being sure if it's the alcohol making you act, or the desire for feeling him closer, that you can't help but hug him tightly with an imperceptible sight escaping from your lips.

“Thanks for accompanying me”. You mumble, trying to start some kind of conversation.

“You know… I gotcha with or without a badge”.

His nervous giggles make you laugh, pulling yourself away some inches enough to find his brown eyes fixing on yours.

“And… missing the chance of seeing you wearing a dress? Nah. It has worthed it”. The humorous tone of voice after clicking his tongue causes you to laugh again, shaking your head this time.

“I get it, I get it, mister clown”. You reply palming his chest with a hand. “So, have I exceeded your expectations?”

“Hm… well…”

“How you dare, Ruzek?!” The chuckles become a little louder, covering your mouth to not draw too much attention.

“Okay, okay! You look beautiful”. He adds then, raising both eyebrows with a comical grimace. “Happy?”

“Pretty much”. You nod one time putting right on his tie.

Unexpectedly, Adam leans briefly to place a kiss on your forehead, provoking short chills to run down your back. You can't help but close your eyes, wishing for a second to receive another one, but he just rests his cheek over your shoulder as you do. Now, his arms are wrapping your waist tightly, shortening the distance between your bodies, focusing on how good they fit. Like the pieces of a puzzle.

“What does it mean when I can't get you out of my mind?”

The confession uttered in a shy whisper bristles your skin with no mercy. Alice wasn't wrong. You only were hiding your feelings for him because you were scared that Adam doesn't have the same sentiments in his heart. You were the wrong one. And you don't want to screw it, not knowing exactly what to tell him back.

He pulls himself away from you visibly nervous and uncomfortable because of your silence. Rubbing the bridge of his nose with his gaze away from you, he keeps his hands in the pockets of his pants.

“Sor—Sorry… I didn't wan—wanted… You know…” Wrinkling his nose and puckering his lips, you notice the reddens covering his cheeks.

“I don't know what it means, and I can't do it either, but I like it…”

As soon as you earned his surprised eyes with a brow raised in a curious gesture, you lean on your tiptoes to press your lips on his. The alcohol in your veins has given you the encouragement needed to kiss him, to push him closer again. You have thought about how good it would be to taste him that way for a while now, and he has exceeded your expectations too. It's almost addictive.

Your hands fly to both sides of his neck, molding your mouths to perfection, in the meantime, his fingers get nailed on your hips. For an instant, you forget where you are, surrounded by whom, and everything takes a back seat when he returns you the kiss trying to contain the necessity of showing how much he has waited for this to happen.

“It's been like a… torture”. His laughter vibrates your lips with every touch of his, closing his arms around you to pretend you keep dancing. “I've wanted to kiss you on so many occasions… So many times… Can't believe I can kiss you”.

“Kiss me again, you dumbass”. You complain, exactly a second before receiving a bunch of sloppy kisses all around your face and ending with a provocative bite to your bottom lip.

“Imma gonna kiss you all night long, baby”.

“You better, Ruzek…”

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Ding Dong Bell

The much anticipated part 2 of the ‘London Bridge Is Falling Down’ short that I wrote a while ago! In case you haven’t seen it, you can find it here!

The world comes into focus slowly, head throbbing and mind horribly sluggish. Janus blinks slowly, each breath a struggle, his insides seeming to burn, lungs leading the internal wildfire. The light worsens the throbbing that radiates through his skull, and he turns his head in a movement that triggers an outburst of agony to pulse through his neck and collarbone, instead opting to close his eyes tightly. His memory is foggy, guided by the deep chill of icy water and hazy figures, urging him to keep breathing. He cracks open his eyes once more, a blurry figure moving into his sightline. Janus vaguely hears his name being called, but doesn’t have time to dwell on it as unconsciousness claims him once more.

“-make it, he has to!”

The words are fuzzy, distant and confusing, beyond fear, borderline terror. Janus feels his own anxiety spike, along with a fierce pain that slices through his chest.

“-how bad they are, I’d be surprised if he makes it through the night.”

Janus feels a twinge of unease push past the fogginess in his mind, doubled by the fact that he can’t remember who these other sides are based upon their voices. He’s usually rather keen on deciphering who is who by tone and conduct. They sounded scared, whoever they were. What were they talking about? Why did it frighten them?

“Then I’ll stay with him! I dragged him out of that lake, I’m damn well going to see that I didn’t do it for nothing.”

Janus would’ve laughed if he could’ve. The sensation of water creeping into his lungs fills his concience, the freezing torrent dragging him deeper and deeper until there was nothing but the distant light and numbing glacial fatigue that settled into his body. That lake must’ve been karma. His brain stops dead at that thought. Lake. They.....They were talking about a lake. About dragging someone out of it. Were......were they talking about Janus?

He tries to tune back into the conversation, but exhaustion washes over him in a soothing sort of wave that he struggles to fight against. He tries to grasp onto the few strands of consciousness that remain, but soon the voices fade into distant murmurs, and Janus’ sight fades to black.

When he awakens again, the room is nearly dark, lit dimly by a flickering fireplace that seems to be dying off. The gentle light licks the walls of the room, illuminating the features that Janus can barely make out, his eyes still adjusting to being awake. Some sort of deep ache has settled into his entire body, each breath more of an exertion than it should be. He feebly turns his head to the fire, his collarbone once again flaring up with pain.

He stares into the fire for an unknown amount of time. His eyes focus onto the hypnotic flames, waving in some sort of enchanting dance that Janus can’t seem to tear his gaze away from. His trance is broken by a shuffle from the edge of his vision.

“Janus?” The serpentine side barely registers his name, shifting his stare towards the voice.

A pair of stern, yet worried eyes bore into him. Janus’ sight spins, lifting his head off of the pillow with so much effort and sheer agony that he finds himself unable to breathe. The other side steps forwards, kneeling by Janus’ side and using one hand to support his head, the other coming to rest on his forehead. Janus sucks in a sharp breath, gasping for air as he feels this numbing sort of tingle spread through his lungs.

“V.....Virgil......” Janus chokes out, and before he can muster up the strength to say anything more, darkness promptly swallows him back up.

Inhale.

Deep breath.

Goddamn, that burns.

Janus fights to stay awake this time, unsure what time it is, where he might be, who is lingering by his side.

Exhale.

Sharp pang.

He can’t do it, he can’t, it hurts too much-

But he does it anyways.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

Just like that, over and over again, until his chest loosens enough to do the action on it’s own. He blearily opens his eyes, gazing up at the side hovering over him.

Virgil.

Virgil was still there.

“Hey, sleepyhead. How was naptime?” He asks, trying to sound lighthearted, joking, but Janus can hear the nervous undertone to his voice.

“Pretty bland.” Janus replies, wincing at how hoarse his own voice sounds. Virgil chuckles softly, the tension easing from his shoulders. Had he been here the entire time? Janus wants to ask, but another part of him fears that the anxious side would leave if Janus pried too much.

“You’ve been in and out all day.” Virgil says, straightening up and fidgeting with the strings of his hoodie.

“No shit.” Janus sneers, and Virgil looks away with a shameful look on his face. That confuses Janus. This whole situation confuses Janus, honestly.

“Yeah, you....uh....wern’t with us for a while.....” Virgil drags his foot over the carpet, glancing down at it, avoiding Janus’ gaze.

“This is some dream.....”

Virgil looks up at Janus’ remark.

“Dream? N-No....no, Janus, this is....this is real.” Virgil says, taking a step towards Janus, lowering himself down to kneel beside the couch. “This is very real.”

Janus swallows harshly, looking up to the ceiling. He doesn’t quite register the tears that well up in his eyes.

“It can’t be.” He murmurs.

“Why not?” Virgil’s voice softens.

“Because.....” Janus shuts his eyes tightly, tears dripping down his face. His throat tightens, breathing becoming raspy, but even so, he lets out a bitter laugh. “Because you left!”

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Thank you all so much for the support!! If you would like a part three as well, please let me know! In the meantime, enjoy Janus in emotional and physical pain 💃🏼✨

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