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#yes I drew it. No I can’t explain it
luminarai · 2 years
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booker bringing the worrying vibes to movie night with the bros
bonus because his expression felt accurate for this too
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hyunlou · 1 year
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nun wolfwood yay
(premise explained in the tags)
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belboed · 1 year
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donnietello and his adventures with mikuplush
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eubybubble · 3 months
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arguing with slytherin boys / pt.2
ft. Tom, Mattheo, Theodore, Lorenzo
warnings: curse words, mentions of abuse, addictions
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Theodore Nott
You wanted to help Theo, really. His smoking wouldn't have angered you if he wasn't going through two packs in a day. It was genuinely hard to express your concerns without sounding like a parent or authority figure. But as you attempted to have yet another “serious conversation” with him, you initially thought it was heading toward success. Turns out you just misunderstood his mocking tone as softness and surrender.
“Ah, so you care about me? Answer me, amore, are you my mother? Then tell me, why do my habits piss you off that much?” he advanced towards you, slowly cornering you until your back met the cold wall. You closed your eyes in a desperate attempt to pretend it's a nightmare, hoped for it to end sooner and start again. But it was real, and Theo barely controlled himself “Am I not good enough for Ms. Perfect? My “addictions” shouldn’t worry you, can’t you understand?” His fist landed just an inch away from your face.
Tom Riddle
You decided to drop in and check on Tom since he hadn’t been talking to you for a few weeks now. He was busy working on some project. You made a cute lunch and even drew his portrait with watercolor. You couldn’t contain your excitement as you hurried to his room. What will be his reaction? Did he miss you too? Reality hit harder than you could’ve ever imagined. He eyed you and things in your hand with a little to no interest.
“Just how many times did I tell you not to disturb me? Not to meddle in my business? I don’t need it," he stated firmly. His words rang in your ears, and you didn’t listen much as he continued, “I was right, in the end relationships proved to be troublesome trivia. It was nice to know you. But now, leave.”
Mattheo Riddle
You’ve been avoiding him for the last few weeks after hearing rumors about his ties to dark organizations and massacre in the outskirts of Hogsmeade. Now, he was confronting you. Can’t really escape when he’s towering right above you in the middle of a dorm room.
“Are we even dating at this point? ‘Cuz i feel like I’m a fucking joke to you, not a boyfriend” Mattheo calmly stood in front of you, staring at you with eyes full of hatred “Little bird told me you’re afraid of me. Why, is it because my surname is Riddle? I thought you weren’t that dumb like others to judge me on my family relations which I don’t give a fuck about” he spat out the last words. His lips curled in disgust as he shoved a box full of your gifts and memories into your hands, leaving you dumbfounded in the solitude of your room.
Lorenzo Berkshire
The last few weeks have been tough for every seventh-year at Hogwarts. Tables were cluttered with heaps of homework and essays, and an unhealthy number of coffee mugs in common rooms weren’t surprising anymore. Amidst this academic crisis, your boyfriend was the most affected one. He had to maintain his top spot, not for himself but for his parents.
You were genuinely worried about him and tried to help him unwind a bit, but he consistently refused and distanced himself even more. When you suggested going to Hogsmeade, he suddenly snapped, growling in frustration
“Just fuck off. I have a lot to manage, and you're being a burden right now. Can’t you spend a minute without me?” He kept ruffling his hair and rubbing his temples in annoyance. “I need a break” He didn’t care to explain what break he needed and didn’t even look at you as he left the common room in a hurry.
a/n: yes, i like making people suffer and yes there’ll be part 2 with Draco, Blaise and Regulus
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sturniolosmind · 2 months
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soulmates - c. brock
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colby x fem! latina! reader
warnings: cursing, ghost hunting, blood.
she/ her pronouns used, theres some spanish speaking in this.
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“WHATS UP GUYS ITS SAM AND COLBY!” colby exclaimed to the camera that sam was currently holding.
“today we will be exploring ‘the queen mary’ with a few special guests!” sam said as he turned the camera around to show four people standing in front of a car waving and smiling.
Amanda, Larray, Nick, and y/n were asked to be in this video since they had been planning on collaborating, what better way than taking all four of them to the queen mary in long beach
the group went inside to check in and get a tour of the ship and settle into their rooms.
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10:00pm
“are you guys ready?” sam asked to the group who were all sitting down talking about the ship and the history behind it
“yea i am” spoke y/n “yea, no imma log off because who do i look like nancy drew?” exclaimed larray as he was pretending to leave.
they joked a bit more and then walked out of the room making their way to the ships pool area y/n felt targeted, from feeling taps on her shoulder to hearing people calling her name.
“hijos de su puta madre” she mumbled under her breath as she felt a chill run down her spine “you good?” asked larray next to her with a concerned look.
“yea i just keep feeling taps, hearing whispers behind me and i just felt a chill run down my spine”
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“okay so we’re in front of the pool were apparently a little girl died, we will be parting ways here colby, nick, and I will stay here in the pool area while larray, amanda, and y/n go to room B340” explained sam into the camera the larray and y/n holding on to each other with shocked expressions on while amanda looked at sam in disbelief.
“we’re going there ALONE?!” asked larray “yes, we will stay here and do the estes method and you guys go to the room to do it, afterwards we’ll come together and say what we got from it” explained colby.
“okay.. that’s not bad we can do that..” said amanda.
the group separated to their designated areas and ready to do the dual estes method.
“okay while they go to the room and we stay here we will have nick do the estes method!” sam said holding the blindfolded and radio.
“wait why do i have to do it?” nick asked with a nervous laugh “because you’re new to the channel!” laughed colby putting the blindfold on nick.
helping nick sit down on the floor and putting on the headphones the boys decided to finally start their session.
“nick, can you hear us?” said sam looking at the camera and back to him, no response.
“okay, it appears he can’t hears so let’s get this started with” exhaled colby “who are we talking to?” he asked.
“girl” nick said “is this the girl that died in the pool behind us?” sam asked.
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with the other three
they walked into the room ready to start their session when the lights started to flicker.
“woah did you get that?” asked amanda facing y/n who was currently holding the camera, nodding her head hesitantly facing the camera towards the lights.
“okay since y/n has been ‘targeted’ throughout this whole thing i think it’s best if she does the estes method!” larray said reaching for the camera and facing it to said girl.
slowly nodding she’s put on the blindfold grabbing the headphones and going into the trance.
“y/n/n? can you hear us?” silence “okay since she can’t hear us we should start the questions” said larray. “who are we talking to?” asked amanda
“danger” y/n said in a scared voice “is someone in danger?” both amanda and larray asked.
“y/n” said girl flinched at the sound of her name
“what about her?” asked amanda “i want her” mumbled y/n with fear in her voice. larray didn’t like the sound of that so he tapped her shoulder to get her out of the trance.
“what happened? is everything okay?” asked y/n “yea, you just said some things that terrified us so we decided to take you out of the trance i think we should go with the guys to tell them what happened” explained amanda.
as they were leaving y/n being the last one she heard a voice as she looked back the door in front of her shut locking her in the dark room.
larray and amanda turn around at the sound of a door slamming and screaming, they soon realized that y/n wasn’t behind them anymore.
tugging at the door to open y/n couldn’t help but feel a hefty amount of pressure on her chest and the whole room going blurry.
“y/n!” amanda exclaimed pushing at the door to get it open but couldn’t “larray go get the guys! the door won’t open!” she exclaimed panicking.
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larray was running to the guys with a panicked look on his face colby was the first to notice him and the fact that the girls were not behind him.
“larray, is everything okay? where are the girls?” colby asked while sam took nick out of the trance. “that’s what i came for we were leaving when suddenly the door closed trapping y/n inside the room we can’t get open” he was cut off by colby running off to the direction of the girls the rest following him.
as soon as colby got there he started to slam his body weight against the door to get it to budge but it wouldn’t open after a few slamming against it and punches the door open to a y/n on the floor with her head in her knees panicking.
once she heard the door open and colby walking up to her she ran to him almost tackling him into a hug.
“are you okay?” he whispered in the crook of her neck, not being able to speak she just nodded her head as a response pulling away from him a little to look at him before slamming her lips to his.
they parted from the kiss just looking at each other “sorry, i just thought i’d-” she was interrupted by his lips crashing into hers.
even though they both did not believe in soulmates one thing is for certain they were meant to be and nothing could ruin that for them.
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this a long one but that’s good hope yall enjoyed this 🤟 sorry nick didn’t have enough lines but i’ll make sure next time he has more lines next time i write a story with him! also i finished this during school so it’s not edited 💔
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redstarwriting · 10 months
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happy birthday
miles morales x reader
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request?: yes
request: “I LOVEDDD THE HC’S OMG OMG WORK OF ART!!! i was wondering if you would write something expanding on getting miles’ doodles tatted as an adult!! i would love to read more abt it, it’s so cutee”
requested by: anon​
word count: 2.2k
genre: fluff
Warnings: language, tattoos, mentions of tattoos and needles, Miles is so sweet it's sick
A/N: GLADLY!! i've been itching to get a new tattoo since the minute i got my first like three years ago and writing this just made me want to get another one so bad LMAO. i hope you enjoy!
also in case you were wondering what hcs anon is talking about, it's my pda/general affection hcs i wrote for hobie and miles! you can check it out here if you haven't already and feel compelled to :)
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“Miles! Baby, can you give me a tattoo?” you ask, and he smiles. This has become a common practice in your relationship. From the time y’all were kids in love to now, you would always ask him for a tattoo. Of course, he didn’t actually give you tattoos, he just drew on your arm. He’s mentioned you, and even urged you, to get a tattoo every now and again. Especially when he offered to design them, but you always say his temporary ones are more special than any other tattoo you could get. He isn’t upset about it. He genuinely loves drawing on you. “Of course, babe. Come here,” he says, motioning you over to him as he grabs his markers he has specifically for your “tattoos.” You go over to him, sitting between his legs and extending your arm. “Can you draw it right next to the uh… elbow pit?” you say, and he laughs. “Elbow pit?”
“Yeah, like the inside of my arm and not on the bicep part or the elbow pit part, but the forearm part by the elbow pit,” you explain, pointing to the area you’re talking about. He chuckles. “Elbow pit.”
“Well, what else would it be called?” you ask, smiling, and he grins, starting to doodle on your arm. “I’ll text and ask my mom what the scientific name for it is after I’m done here,” he says, and you lean your head back against his shoulder. “Oh, god, please don’t tell her I called it an elbow pit.”
“Oh, I’m totally telling her you called it that,” he teases, placing a quick peck on your lips before returning his attention to your arm. He draws a spiderweb, of course, but in the shape of a heart. He adds his Miles touch to it by making it look like the web was spraypainted, and having it pop with black and red. You don’t even look at the tattoo as he draws it, you just stare at his face. You love watching him when he does his art. You assume it’s similar to the way his face looks when he’s swinging around the city as Spider-Man. He’s in his element, laser-focused and yet has an ease about him that mesmerizes you. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he says, smirking and turning his attention to you. You feel your face heat up but roll your eyes. “Can’t, arm’s a bit preoccupied.”
“You can get creative; I have an idea. Maybe use the one I’m not drawing on?”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say, and he shakes his head. “What do you think, amor?” he asks, and you look. You smile. “I love it, Miles. Thank you,” you say, kissing him on the cheek. He grins, wrapping his arms around your waist as you admire his art. “What time is it?” you ask, and he glances at his phone. “11:15. Why?” 
“Ganke and I are gonna go get some lunch today.”
“Should I be worried?” Miles jokes. “No, dummy. We’re just talking about… something happening soon,” you say, and a sly smile spreads across Miles’ face. “How soon?”
“I’ve said too much,” you say, trying to get up. Unfortunately for you, your boyfriend is Spider-Man and can easily hold you in place. “Nuh uh, how soon is this something happening?” he looks at you with a shit-eating grin, and you roll your eyes. “Wouldn’t you like to know, spider boy?”
“I would. Is it, and this is just a wild guess… something happening tomorrow? A special something happening on a very special day?” he guesses, and you sigh. “Don’t tell Ganke you found out…”
“I knew it!”
“We’re supposed to be planning your birthday party, yes. For tomorrow. On your birthday. Are you happy you spoiled it for yourself now?” you feign annoyance, and he laughs. “I am, actually. Now I know to look good for you tomorrow.” You roll your eyes. “You always look nice, Miles.”
“Only for you,” he grins at you, turning your face to look at him. The two of you share a kiss before it’s interrupted by his police scanner going off. He frowns slightly. “It’s okay, Miles. I gotta go soon anyways,” you give him a quick peck for squeezing out of his arms. He sighs. “Fine, fine. Guess I’ll go save the city. Be the best thing that ever happened to New York and all that.”
“My hero,” you joke, and he grins. “You know it,” he says, slipping his mask on and sliding his everyday clothes off. “I’ll see you later, Miles. Stay safe. Love you.”
“You stay safe, too. Love you more.” He leaps out of the window, and you make sure he’s gone before you call Ganke. “Yo, what’s up?”
“You gotta plan Miles’ birthday party tomorrow.”
“Woah, what?” You sigh. “I already have the roof of our building booked out for it, I ordered the cake already and will pick it up tomorrow and have all the decorations. You just need to invite everyone, okay?”
“You mean I have to reach out to people in different dimensions, tell them to clear their schedules for tomorrow, and hope for the best?” Ganke asks, and you hum into the phone. “Yep! Thanks, Ganke! Also, if Miles asks, we went and got lunch, okay?”
“And where are you really going?”
“I’m getting a tattoo to surprise him for his birthday tomorrow,” you say, grabbing your keys and putting some money in your pocket. You put Ganke on speaker, sending a quick text to Hobie. “You need to stop using me as a cover-up, (Y/n).”
“Who else am I supposed to use? Gwen?” you say, and Ganke sighs. “I mean, yeah, you know she would be down to help you with something like this.”
“Ganke she is so bad at keeping secrets like that, and you know it,” you say, admiring the art on your arm again. “Then use Hobie.”
“Wait that’s actually a good idea,” you say, “Especially since he’s the one giving me the tattoo.”
“AND YOU STILL USED ME?!”
“I PANICKED! He was asking questions! Just, listen, invite as many people as you can think of, alright? Please, and thank you.”
“Fine. Go get inked or whatever they say,” Ganke says. The two of you give some quick goodbyes before hanging up. You receive a reply from Hobie, and a portal opens in Miles and your bedroom. You step through it and find yourself in Hobie’s flat. “Can I just say it’s about damn time you got one of ‘is works tattooed onto ya,” Hobie says, motioning to his couch. You sit and he gets his whole get-up ready, all the cleaning wipes and gloves and the tattoo gun all ready to go. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’m getting it now and that’s what matters,” you say, and he clicks his tongue. “I can guarantee ya this is just gonna be the beginning. Kinda becomes an addiction,” he says, sitting next to you, and fiddling with his gun. “Then I guess I’ll just need to have Miles draw on me even more.” He chuckles. “Lemme see it.”
You show him the drawing, and Hobie shakes his head. “Your man is corny,” he says, and you shrug. “I like it.”
“I know,” he dips his gun in ink, and looks at you, “Ya ready?” You nod, and he begins tattooing Miles’ art onto your skin. The two of you talk the whole time, really, and you let him know about the party tomorrow. He, of course, agrees to come, and can’t wait to see Miles’ reaction. It takes a few hours, but eventually he finishes up and it looks exactly like Miles just drew it on your skin. Hobie places fake skin over it and gives you the rundown of how to take care of it. He turns away from you to put something away, and you quickly slip $100 under a pillow on the couch. You know he won’t accept any money from you because he’s ‘not a capitalist pig,’ so you have to be sneaky with it. “Thank you so much, Hobie,” you say, and he winks at you. “Anythin’ for my mate’s better ‘alf.”
He opens the portal again, and you two say bye until tomorrow. You’re back home, literally, in no time, and you quickly throw one of the hoodies Miles left lying around on. This way he won’t see the tattoo, and you can play it off like you missed him. Especially since you did kind of miss him and it is sort of a staple in your relationship that you wear his clothes when you do. That’ll make him melt and he’ll forget all about the art on your arm. And you were absolutely right. 
It ended up being a late night for Spider-Man, and when he got home, he saw you curled up on the couch, sleeping with his hoodie on, and all he could think about was that you missed him. He carefully picked you up and carried you to your shared bed. You started to wake up as soon as he was getting in bed after taking a shower and cleaning up, and he began desperately trying to get you to go back to sleep. “What time is it?” you groggily ask. “It’s like 3am, (Y/n/n), I’m here now, we can go to sleep, okay?” he says, slipping into bed next to you and pulling you on top of his chest. “Happy birthday!” you sleepily say, burying your face into his chest. He smiles. “Thank you, amor. Let’s get back to sleep now, yeah?” You make a muffled mmhmm sound and are out like a light almost immediately. Miles smiles to himself, wondering how he got this lucky.
You can imagine his disappointment when he wakes up the next day and you’re not snug against his chest, but he feels better the minute he sees a little note on his chest that explains you’ll be home, you just had to go do something for him. He gets up and decided he can do his Spider-Man duties until you text him and let him know he needs to come home. It may be his birthday, but the city still needs it’s defender. So that’s exactly what he does. He cannot explain how grateful he is that none of the big bads were trying to start anything today, because if he didn’t get to see you and eat a slice of cake, he was going to scream. The day went slower than he wanted but also sped by when eventually he got a text from you saying to come home. He immediately obliges, swinging in through the window and putting on some of his nicest clothes. He walks out of your room and sees you chilling on the couch. “Miss me?” he asks, walking over and bending down to kiss your lips. You giggle. “Obviously. Hey, before we go up to the roof where there totally isn’t a party waiting for you, I wanna show you something, okay?”
“Okay,” he grins, and you grin back. “Cover your eyes.” He does as instructed, and hears you shift slightly. “Okay… open them.” He opens his eyes, and immediately sees his “tattoo” on your arm. Only it was covered in a clear wrap. And it’s real. His eyes get big, and he looks at your face. You give a small smile. “You always encouraged me to get a real tattoo, so… happy birthday.”
“Yo! It looks so good, hold up,��� he gently grabs your arm and softly traces it through the saniderm. “When did you get this?”
“Yesterday.”
“You weren’t actually with Ganke, were you?”
“No, I was with Hobie,” you say, and he shakes his head. “I got a little liar on my hands, huh?”
“It wasn’t lying it was covering my ass because you ask too many damn questions,” you say, and he laughs. “I love it, (Y/n/n).” You smile and the two of you share a kiss. “We should probably get up there. Some people are waiting. Oh, and pretend like you haven’t seen it yet. Hobie wants to see your reaction.” Miles laughs. “Alright. Well, I hope he knows I’m not gonna stop drawing on you. And that he fully traced my art,” Miles says, and you shake your head. “I’m sure he knows, Miles. You really like it?”
“Like it? Baby, I told you I love it. I love you; I love this tattoo; I love that this is a birthday present from you… everything about this? I love it. I don’t even need to go up there to make the day better because all I need is you,” he says, and you smile. “Hobie was right. You’re so corny.”
“Nah, hold on, he said that? Forget everything I just said it’ll be a perfect day when I punch him.” You laugh as the two of you make your way up to the party. But the whole time, Miles keeps finding his eyes drifting to your tattoo. Something about having his art on you permanently makes his heart swell with pride and happiness. And he and Hobie were both right.
It’s not the only “tattoo” that will become real.
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starrvsn · 20 days
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🥥 ˎˊ˗ fruit for thought ⠆how can you be mad at lando?
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lando hates this.
he hates that you're in his bed, mad at him. your back facing him in complete silence. he can’t sleep which makes it worse– he doesn’t have someone to answer his redundant questions, to make jokes with or to share his mindless thoughts too because he knows you listen.
tonight, you drew the line on lando. he went to far on a joke during dinner and you had enough. it didn't help that you had a less than ideal day at work and all you wanted to do was unwind with your lover, that was to much to ask for you assume. you’ve been mad at him ever since, lando feels horrible for what he did and he apologized many times after it happened but was proven fruitless when you stayed quiet with him even after getting ready for bed.
he didn’t know if you were doing this to spite him or if you were genuinely upset because he could tell the difference– he thinks he can tell the difference. lando let’s out a hopeless sigh and shifts in bed for the tenth time that night– yes you’ve counted. as much as you couldn’t take the silence, you really wanted lando to understand what he had done wrong even if he looked like a dejected puppy while doing so. your lover repeats the same actions for another five times and doesn’t seem like he’s gonna put it to rest anytime soon.
“why do you keep sighing, what’s wrong?” your tone is low and curt. it startles the man in front of you, shifting his head to see that you're now facing him. eyes closed with your hands beneath your head. a rush of guilt pulses through him as he looks at you with a heavy gaze. you can’t see him but knows what his expression is like: pouted lips with furrowed brows afraid to say a word to you. you’ve never gotten like this towards him, he’s only seen it when you got upset at oscar for breaking your favorite vase. now that it’s towards him lando doesn’t know what to do with himself.
“i can't sleep.” he responds in a soft voice, slightly faltering.
“why’s that?” you inquire a sigh leaving your lips, awaiting his reason.
“i can’t sleep with you upset at me.” he mumbles, a pout lacing his words as if he was embarrassed to tell you. you would normally find his expression and efforts endearing but right now you’re supposed to be mad at him, your silent treatment a form of punishment. you flutter your eyes to see lando inches away from you with the exact expression you had visioned in your head.
“well should’ve thought about that before making that joke.” you mutter, locking your gaze to his before changing positions in bed akin to what he’s been doing for the past hour. a dejected expression graces his face as he watches you turn on your back, staring at the ceiling.
“i didn’t mean for it to go that far baby, i really didnt. i’m sorry y/n.” he huffs a bit before turning away from you, a familiar burn in his eyes which he tries to will away by stuffing his face into his pillow all while a thought floats into his head. at the thought he lets out a low whine– caring less if you think he’s acting a fool right now.
“what’s wrong, why are you doing that?” shifting your head to the side to look at him, dark shadows of him only visible against the moonlight, irritation threaded through your brows.
“i really can’t sleep now– you always do this thing where you run your hands through my hair as i lay on you, i’m sorry y/n you must be really upset with me.” his voice is muffled as he explains but you instantly know what he means. using all this energy being upset at lando makes you really realize how much you miss him. how much you miss his presence, his voice, his touch. maybe he’s forgiven, for now. wordlessly you reach for his arm, willing him to closer to you. though surprised, lando easily follows in a heartbeat, placing his head in the crook of your neck, his arms naturally moving around your waist and finally your fingers threading through his hair just like he explained earlier. your lover lets out a sigh of content and he snuggles closer to you.
“just so you know i’m still mad at you.”
“you can be mad at me later. let me enjoy this.”
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totalswag · 5 months
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disneyland fun - DREW STARKEY
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authors note guess who's back with more dad!drew content? DUH ME!! i've been writing a lot of rafe cameron fics lately and decided i need to write more of my dad!drew, lol. something about drew taking his kids to disney land really is the cherry on the top because he does seem like the dad to do that.
summary drew and Y/N surprise tatum to a three day trip disney land.
warnings ABSOLUTELY NONE!!!
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DisneyLand, the happiest place on earth, where all your dreams come true.
One of your dreams has always been to take your children to DisneyLand when they are little, so they can experience what you did as a child. You spent your childhood going to DisneyLand with your family and having a great time. 
It’s every kid’s dream to go there.
Drew and you surprised Tatum with a phone call from Minnie Mouse, telling her she can't wait to see her in a few days at DisneyLand. The expression on Tatum's face stayed with you. Tatum burst into tears from joy.
She hasn’t stopped talking about it since.
The park opened at seven thirty this morning, and you arrived twenty minutes after. The music that is being played throughout the park. The familiar DisneyLand scent filled your lungs, bringing back childhood memories.
Tatum, on the other hand, was completely taken aback. She kept gasping and pointing at everything that came towards her.
Drew was pushing the stroller as you walked beside him.
"I want ears, mommy," Tatum said, pointing to a random individual strolling by who was wearing ears.
"Yes, sweetie, we can get some," you respond, pointing to the store.
There are many different types of ears to pick from. Tatum liked almost all of them but couldn't decide which to pick.
Tatum ended up going with the pink ears with sparkles. She wanted you to match with her, so you got the same ones. Drew got mickey mouse ears, the regular ones. Tatum kept begging him to get some.
An hour goes by, you guys went on four rides– Peter Pan, Snow White, Tea Cups, and the carousel. The rides Tatum is able to go on. Tatum seemed to be having a good time so far. She keeps talking about the Tea Cups ride because she enjoys spinning around in circles and the music.
Tatum keeps talking about how much fun she’s having even though she’s only three years old. She had the opportunity to meet a few Disney characters too, she was so happy. 
In ten minutes, your families will meet you at the park. Tatum is in for another surprise. She hasn't seen her grandparents, aunts, or uncles in quite some time. She constantly brings them up. 
It's a wonderful time to spend time with family, especially at DisneyLand.
You three are waiting in line to meet Minnie Mouse. Drew was admiring Tatum and talking about what she'll say to Minnie when she sees her as you were taking pictures of them. 
When it was your turn, Tatum got a little too excited. She wiggled her way out of Drew’s grasps and ran towards Minnie Mouse with her arms open for Tatum. 
“Minnie!” Tatum exclaimed.
Tatum started talking about the phone call she got from Minnie last week.
“This is too cute, '' Drew whispered under his breath.
Drew told Tatum to get closer to Minnie for the picture– she gave the camera a big smile and hugged Minnie one last time before walking back to you two.
Everyone is finally together. 
So far, you've been on practically every ride. Star Wars Land was one of the first parks you visited as a group. Definitely a memorable experience. You grew up watching the series. Tatum was unable to ride faster rides due to her smaller size. 
Fans noticed Drew and asked for pictures. Of course, he said yes because he wouldn’t be here without them. You love seeing him interact with his fans. They mean so much to him in ways he can’t explain.
Tatum and Brooke went on autopia together while the rest of you went together– Brook took cute photos and posted a cute video on her instagram story of them on the ride. Tatum got her driver's license from the booth, she won’t stop talking about it. It’s so cute. 
Right now, you guys are in line for Pirates of The Caribbean. The next group to go on the boat. The smell brings back so many memories when you were growing up. Your dad brought up one time your younger brother almost fell in the water. 
“Are you excited Tatum?” Drew’s mom asked, picking Tatum off from the ground, placing her in the boat. 
“Yes nana” Tatum replies. 
Tatum grabs Drew’s mom's hand, squeezing it tight, leaning her head on her arm.
Tatum's face suddenly drops, forcing her bottom lip to shake. She turns around and makes eye contact with you. 
"Mommy," she whimpered, raising her arms.
You bring her into your lap and rest her head on your chest. She smiles up at Drew when he makes a silly expression to cheer her up.
She spins around on your lap, inspecting the animatronics and decorations. The look on her face indicates that she was perplexed by the animatronics that were real but did not move like actual humans. 
"Doggy daddy!" Tatum yelled, pointing to the dog holding the key.
"That is a doggy, princess," he laughed.
As the night grew darker, the whole family stopped to grab food. The firework show starts in an hour which gives everyone time to relax and catch up. Tatum was having a fun time, you could see on her face. She loved being with her grandparents, aunts, and uncles.
This was quite useful for the family. Tatum spent the entire day bragging about how much she loves Disneyland and wishes she could stay there forever. Your inner child was ecstatic since this was exactly what you had wished for.
You guys stood close enough to see the show and fireworks when it was time for them. Tatum only wanted to be with Drew. You placed your arm around his, your head resting on his bicep.
Tatum kept her gaze fixed on the show the entire time, amused. When she saw the first fireworks go off, she wiggled in Drew's arms with delight.
By the end of the night, you guys walked back to the hotel. Everyone thanked Drew and you for inviting them on the trip. Tatum was knocked out in her stroller sound asleep. The next few days are definitely going to be fun. Tomorrow, California Adventure.
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why don’t we kiss since we’re bored? 
for this request. thank you again, anon 🫶
tags: just some good old-fashion slice of life fluff | w/c: 940
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‘uhm, do you want to bake something?’ seungcheol suggests, reading off a list on his phone.
‘not really’ you mumble, eyes shut. baking required effort, dishes, and cleaning at minimum; absolutely no way you both would follow through. ‘plus, do you even have anything we can bake with?’
he shakes his head no which you can’t really see, but the sound of him locking his screen tells you everything you need to know. 
‘let’s give up’ you sigh, pulling at the loose threads of the fluffy carpet you both are laying on. 
‘mmm. let’s’ he agrees, grabbing your busy hand and bringing your interlocked fingers to rest on his stomach.           
right now you were supposed to be sitting pretty in a gorgeous private garden (that had an insane waitlist but thankfully having a celebrity boyfriend had a few perks), pouring bubbly into a tall glass while your boyfriend took “candid” pictures of you, and you of him. it was a picnic date that had been in the works for weeks.
and up until the morning the weather looked promising—sunny with a slight chill as was forecasted. but then came the unannounced downpour, dampening the weather first and the mood shortly after. 
normally rainy days in were always welcome, but this date was something you both were really looking forward to since you didn’t really get to do “public dates”. well, not today either. 
still, you did try salvaging the day by suggesting ideas (do you want to watch a movie? why don’t we play something? let’s do a puzzle?) while simultaneously shooting each down. 
now, defeated, you lay next to each other, the sound of the rain constant like the rise and fall of seungcheol’s tummy. it’s quiet for a few minutes but when he takes in a sudden inhale of air, you can tell he’s about to speak.
‘why don’t we…kiss since we’re bored?’ a question so unexpected, it elicits an unattractive snort out of you.
‘what?’ you open your eyes, turning your face to him. 
he explains how it’s a thing, a slang they used to use back in the day.
‘wooow, you’re looking at me straight in the eyes and lying these days, huh? i see how it is’
‘i swear! it’s an actual thing!’
‘okay then’ you turn your body to face him, easily convinced ‘let’s kiss since we’re bored’
he breaks into a dimpled smile, doing the same. he places one firm hand on your waist pulling you closer to a kissable distance.
‘hi’ from him soft and fond.
‘HI-IIII’ from you loud and playful, making him chuckle.
he brings a hand up to your face, gently brushing your hair back while his soft gaze admires you and all your little (im)perfections ‘why are you so pretty? huh?’ he questions, a finger tapping your nose. 
‘why are you?’ and with that your lips meet, soft and sweet, both of you sinking into a space of familiarity. outside, as the rain hits the ground heavier your kisses deepen. 
soft hums are replaced by needier breaths as you make out, taking his lower lip in between your teeth to bite teasingly as his grip tightens around your waist. you’re both completely into it when a loud crack of thunder interrupts, causing you to flinch, accidentally biting his lower lip at little too hard.
‘fuck!’ he curses, wincing at the shooting pain. 
‘fuck, i’m so sorry! are you okay?’ you grab his face, trying to see if that drew blood.
‘i’m fine, i’m fine. are you okay?’
‘i’m fine. i’m so sorry. the thunder, it- it scared me’
‘i know baby, i know, it’s okay’ he reassures, gently rubbing your back, like he did when you were anxious. 
‘does it hurt?’ you fuss, stroking your thumb along his bottom lip knowing he’d love it. and god, he does. seungcheol is a sucker for these moments—a little sniffle, a non-existent cut, and barely-there bruise—he wants all of it to be a big deal.
‘yes’ he pouts. it really didn’t, there was an initial sting but now he just wants to drag this out.
‘i’m so sorry, baby’ you say, pressing a sweet apology to where it “hurts”, and another for good measure.
‘okay, so kissing is out’ you cross another off the list. 
‘no, wait, why?!’ you remind him he was just saying how his lip hurts to which he replies ‘but it feels better when you kiss it’ 
you roll your eyes, not able to stop the smile that spreads across your face.
‘i like kissing you’ a sudden confession.
‘i like kissing you too’ you reply as your lips meet again. you kiss as his hands move from your face to find your hand, interlacing fingers; yours move to caress his hair; his find their way back to your waist; then your legs drape over each other, both of you a tangle of limbs. somewhere amidst the many kisses and warm touches, he grabs a throw, placing it over you both, wrapping you in a bubble of comfort. there’s a serene grey hue that fills the room as the overcast skies clear and disappear. 
‘promise me one thing?’ he suddenly pulls away, feeling compelled to complete this thought.
‘mhmn?’
‘promise me you’ll kiss me for the rest our lives?’ he asks, saying incredibly romantic things without so much of a warning. you feel this sudden warmth fill you, all the way down to your toes. 
‘i promise’ you vow, the warm fuzzy feeling now in seungcheol’s chest as you lean back in to seal it with a kiss.
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Making out with Jeremiah at the house party plz! His kisses are 🥵
Request: Can you do something inspired by Olivia Rodrigo’s new song? For Jeremiah
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Warnings: smut but not really
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You hadn’t heard from Jeremiah in a couple of months, but when you received a text from Belly inviting all the girls from last year’s debutante ball to a massive party, a mischievous grin curled on your lips and you jumped in the shower, knowing he would be there.
‘’Jeremiah?’’ Nicole repeated, looking in her makeup bag for her mascara.
Dara drew her eyebrows, pausing her snooping through your perfume collection. ‘’Didn’t the two of you break up in December?’’ 
The two of you were done and through, having called it off right before winter break, but everytime you came across a picture of Jeremiah on social media, your brain was mush again and you had to fight the urge to send him a text. 
You came out of the bathroom in a second dress, and sighed at your friends. ‘’Yes, I know that he’s my ex but can’t two people reconnect? I only want us to be friends,’’ you explained to them, holding back a laugh. 
That was the biggest lie you ever said. 
You and Jeremiah could never be just friends. The sexual attraction between you two was too strong. 
‘’Is that why your boobs are all out? So you and Jeremiah can be friends again?’’ Dara asked, a knowing look on her face. 
The party was already going when you and the girls arrived. The disco lights were flashing all through the living room and kitchen, creating a true 80s vibe. What stood out the most was the absence of furniture, replaced by a few inflatable chairs. 
You got drinks, then found Marisa, who was finally back to Cousins with tons of gossip coming from Gigi and her upcoming documentary. What was happening to her was horrible, but you were glad she wasn’t there this summer. She won’t be all over Jeremiah.
‘’Hi!’’ Belly greeted with a happy grin, rollerblading over to you with a bottle of alcohol in her hand. ‘’I’m so happy you all came.’’ She poured some in Dara’s cup, acting like last summer’s drama didn’t happen. 
‘’Have you seen Jeremiah?’’ you asked her, failing to spot him through the crowd.
Beside you, Nicole shook her head, knowing exactly how the night was going to end — you and him in his sheets.
Belly didn’t really know where he was, but she said she last saw him doing shots in the kitchen…so that’s exactly where you went. 
He wasn't in the kitchen though. The shots he had down had moved him to the living room and was dancing with some friends, being the life of the party as always. A smile tugged on your lips, getting flashes of last year's mischiefs at the debutante dance lessons. Paige had been so mad when he turned her ballroom dance lessons into a nightclub during her short absence.  
You slipped between him and his friends, catching Jeremiah by surprise by joining his moves. He grinned when seeing you, dancing turning into teasing until the song was over.
 His arm slipped around you as he led you away from the dance area, getting to a less busy place to talk. 
‘’I didn't know you were in Cousins.’’ 
‘’You didn't ask,’’ you returned, looking up at him, getting lost in his piercing blue eyes while ghosting your hand on his arm. 
Jeremiah glanced down at your hand, but didn't stop you. He was burning for your touch.
‘’All my friends have been saying that seeing you tonight is a bad idea.’’
Without breaking eye contact, he raised an eyebrow. ‘’Is it?’’ 
And just like that, you grabbed the back of his neck and crashed your mouth against his, satisfying the craving you’ve had since you and him broke up. You’ve kissed other guys after the breakup, but no one kissed you the way Jeremiah did. He was kissing you like he was drowning and you were the air. It was passionate and intense — and a little rough.
His hands went to your waist by habit, pulling you closer to him so your bodies were flush together, then wandered higher, tilting your head up to deepen the kiss. You let him guide the kiss, tangling your fingers in his blond curls, and almost moaned embarrassingly when you felt Jeremiah’s hand wrapping around your throat in a way that made your head spin and legs feel like jelly. 
How did he do that with just a kiss?
You grabbed at his shirt, feeling the warmth of his body underneath the thin fabric, wishing it was off. But you were in the middle of a party with tons of people around.
Out of breath, you pulled back, but Jeremiah wasn’t done. He kissed up the underside of your chin and down your neck, then went back to your lips. 
‘’Maybe we should take this upstairs,’’ you suggested, feeling your nipples harden through your shirt, begging to be touched and kissed by Jeremiah. 
He nodded and pulled back, taking your hand and leading you to his bedroom. Unlike the last time, there was no furniture besides a sleeping bag and a blow up chair, and a backpack overspilling with all the stuff he brought for the trip. 
‘’Eh, sorry about that…’’ Jeremiah rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed and feeling like a complete ass for not having anything better than the floor to offer. 
You shook your head. ‘’It’s fine,’’ you assured. ‘’This will do.’’ You pushed Jeremiah down on the blow up chair and climbed over him, grinding down on him as you did, feeling him stiffen in his shorts.
To speed things up, you pulled your shirt off and threw it on the floor. You had not bothered with a bra, which Jeremiah was very pleased about. 
His fingers danced up your stomach, along your ribs to your breasts. ‘’I missed this. I missed you.’’ He rolled your left nipple between his thumb and finger as he kissed and nipped along your jaw and down your neck before claiming your other nipple with his lips. 
Your back arched as you moaned his name, pleasure filling your body and pooling in your panties. You missed this too.
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Shadow and Song (Azriel x Reader) Part Two
Part two! Thank you so much for all of the support for part one! I have so many ideas for this series and can’t wait to see where it takes me :)
Azriel x Reader
Word Count: 2,577
Part One
It wasn't until you felt Elain's hand on your back that you finally let go of Feyre.
"Mrs. Laurent, draw up some tea and bring it to the drawing room." Elain spoke.
Mrs. Laurent looked like she wanted to do no such thing, glancing between the three of you. It was with one final glare to Feyre that she turned around and made her way to the kitchen.
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Elain and Nesta sat on the opposite side of you and Feyre. Everyone quiet, too scared to speak, too scared to find out what made your sister return home.
It was she who finally broke the silence, "Where is father?"
"In Neva," Nestas voice was sharp. " Trading with some merchants from the other half of the world and attending a summit about the threat above the wall. A threat I wonder if you've come back to warn us about."
You drew in sharp breath. A threat above the wall? Why hadn't Nesta mentioned that to you? Why didn't she tell you anything?
"Whatever the reason, Feyre," Elain spoke softly. "We are happy to see you. Alive. We thought you were--"
"I never thought that." You sent a look to Elain before your gaze met Nesta's. You knew it was coming, knew the look in her eyes.
But before she could snap back at you, words bound to be as sharp as knives, Feyre pulled down the hood of her cloak down.
Elain's hands immediately began shaking, teacup rattling in her saucer. Your eyes widened as you took in your sister. Her slimmer figure, her taller stature. Her ears.
She was Fae.
"I was dead. I was dead, and then I was reborn--remade." Feyre's voice shook.
Elain set down her cup and Nesta angled herself, the movement barely noticeable, between them and Feyre. Her hand slightly stretching out, as if she wanted to take you behind her as well.
Feyre did nothing but hold her gaze with Nesta. "I need you to listen."
You were silent as she told her story. She spoke of the trials Under the Mountain, about Amarantha, how the red-headed witch had killed her, and then how the other Fae gave her back her life. She briefly mentioned leaving Tamlin and her new life in the Night Court. Her job with the High Lord. She explained why she was back. The threat at the border. Hybern. What she needed you to help her with.
You knew Feyre was different the moment you saw her. Yes, she was beautiful, almost glowing. But you knew something was wrong. You saw it in her eyes, her tight lipped smile. You felt it in the way she barely hugged you back. The horrors she endured, they had changed her, had taken her warmth.
"You--you want other High Fae to come... here. And... the Queens of the Realm." Elain's soft voice was nearly shaking.
"When?" you asked, not bothering to look at your other sisters, your gaze only on Feyre.
"Find somewhere else." Nesta spat.
Feyre turned to face Nesta, getting ready to speak again.
But Nesta wouldn't allow her. "Find somewhere else. I don't want them in my house. Or near Elain. Or near Y/N."
"Nesta, please," Feyre begged, "There is nowhere else; nowhere I can go without someone hunting me, crucifying me--"
"And what of us? When the people around here learn we're Fae sympathizers? Are we any better than Children of the Blessed, then?"
"Because they cared so much about us when we were starving!" You snapped. "When we were nothing but a poor, dirty family in a rotting cottage? Why do we care what they think when they never cared for us?"
Nesta ignored you yet again. "Any standing, any influence we have--gone. And Elain's wedding--"
"Wedding?" Feyre blurted, eyes scanning Elain's left hand, the dark iron wrapped around her finger.
"In five months," Nesta said. "She's marrying a lord's son. And his father has devoted his life to hunting down your kind when they cross the wall. So there will be no meeting here. There will be no Fae in this house."
"Do you include me in that declaration?" Feyre's voice was quiet, the answer found in Nesta's silence.
Your mind was a blur as you took it all in. The Fae are what took Feyre, what had taken many lives before hers. They would cross the wall to torture, to kill, the Beddors a recent wound still fresh in your Village's mind. But the Fae had also saved Feyre, gave her life. If they truly were as bad as human's thought, then why did Tamlin spare Feyre's life? Why did the High Lords resurrect her?
"Nesta," Elaine spoke again, "If... if we do not help Feyre, there won't be a wedding. Even Lord Nolan's battlements and all his men, couldn't save me from... from them. We keep it secret-- we send the servants away. With spring approaching, they'll be glad to go home. And if Feyre needs to be in and out for meetings, she'll send word ahead, and we'll clear them out. Make up excuses to send them on holidays. Father won't be back until the summer, anyway. No one will know."
"There is no other way." Feyre held her gaze with Nesta.
"We'll send the servants away tomorrow." Nesta said.
"Today, we don't have any time to lose. Order them to leave now."
"I'll do it." Elain stood, brushing off her skirts.
"I'll help," You joined, following your sister into the kitchen, mind racing with a million thoughts. You would never get Feyre back, never the way you thought you would. You would never live together again, never have her head against your shoulder as you played the piano late at night. There was no way she could come back, not with her new found life.
You pushed back the tears in your eyes as you approached Mrs. Laurent.
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"Why didn't you tell me?" You asked Nesta.
Feyre was still in the drawing room when you called Nesta from the hall, feigning that you needed assistance with getting something out of your Father's study.
"Why didn't I tell you what?" Nesta said.
"What Father was truly doing in Neva? That there was a threat above the wall. Why didn't you tell me?"
"Like you could've done anything," Nesta's voice was low. "There is nothing you could've done but worry."
"We could've helped, like we are right now--"
"Which we shouldn't be doing! We are putting ourselves in jeopardy--"
"As Feyre did for us," You glowered, "As she did every day in those woods, nearly freezing to death every winter. For us. We are helping Feyre in the way she helped us, in the way she kept us alive!"
"All of the servants have left," Elain's soft voice interrupted, saving you from the next cruel words to spew from Nesta's mouth. "Feyre said there are others here, for us to meet."
You followed Elain into the drawing room.
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Feyre entered the room, cloak gone, and you couldn't help but stare at your sister. This was her life now. She wore an intricate gown, probably worth more than you and your sister's gowns combined. Her body was adorned with jewelry, including a crown at the top of her head.
Behind her stood three men, the first, in the middle, seeming to radiate power, the High Lord, you assumed. His dark hair and fine black clothes contrasted with his violet, almost glowing, eyes. The one to his left seemed wild, ancient. He wore an outfit made of leather, adorned with glowing red jewels on his hands, chest, and shoulders, his dark brown hair almost reaching them. And he had wings, giant wings, almost like a bat's.
And to the High Lord's right was what had to be the most beautiful man you had ever seen. He was dressed similarly to the man on the left, wearing black leathers, but with blue gems rather than red. His face was narrow, sharp, expression calm as he looked at you and your sisters. His dark hair slightly covering his forehead, a strand nearing his hazel eyes. Like the other male, he also had large, bat-like wings.
You tucked your head down as Nesta stepped in front of you and Elain.
Feyre stopped a few feet in front of you before she spoke, "My sisters, Y/N, Nesta, and Elain Archeron." She paused, allowing you all to take in the men before you.
"Cassian," She gestured to the man on the left, then slightly turning to the right, "Azriel, and Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court. "
You stood silent, surveying the powerful men. The hairs on you neck stood, and your heart was pounding wildly in your chest. You tried to calm yourself. Though the were Fae, they wouldn't hurt you. They had taken in Feyre, cared for her. And they were here to protect you.
Rhysand bowed to you and your sisters. "Thank you for your hospitality--and generosity," A warm smile graced his features.
You smiled back at him, and the other two men. "It is nice to meet you," You fought to keep your voice steady.
Nesta looked at Feyre, then the men. "The cook left dinner on the table. We should eat before it goes cold." She said before she strode off to the dining room
You followed Elain out as she sputtered a "Nice to meet you" to the three men.
Nesta sat at the head of the table, Elain to her left, and you took the right. Feyre sat beside you and Cassian next to Elain, Azriel on this other side. Rhysand slid into the seat next to Feyre .
The two winged males struggled to sit, adjusting their large wings with the back of the chair.
"Would you like a stool?" You asked, noticing their efforts to remain comfortable.
Nesta scoffed at your gesture
"Thank you, but we'll be fine." Cassisan said to you with a reassuring smile.
Feyre was the first to open the dishes of steaming food. Everyone was silent as they began preparing their plates and eating.
Nesta eyed Feyre as the latter took a bite, struggling to chew.
"Is there something wrong with our food?" Nesta clipped.
"No," Feyre replied, reaching for her water, her face slightly tinged pink.
"So you can't eat normal food anymore--or are you too good for it?"
Nesta truly could not leave it alone for one night. You fought the urge to roll your eyes.
"I can eat, drink, fuck, and fight just as well as I did before. Better, even."
Your face became hot as you blushed at your sister's words, and you heard Cassian nearly choke on his water. Nesta just laughed lowly.
It was Rhys who intervened, attempting to diffuse the building argument. "If you ever come to Prythian, you will discover why your food tastes so different."
You didn't even know visiting Prythian was an option. Perhaps there was hope that you would be able to see your sister outside of the circumstances you were in.
Nesta's glare shifted from Feyre to Rhys. "I have little interest in ever setting foot in your land, so I'll have to take your word for it."
"Nesta, please," Elain whispered.
Nesta ignored her, looking at Cassian who was assessing her with a smirk on his lips. "What are you looking at?"
Cassian's brows rose, the amusement on his face gone. "Someone who let her youngest sister risk her life every day in the woods while the other youngest dealt with sleazy men at the pubs, all while you did nothing. " Your face flushed at his words, not knowing what Feyre had told them of you. "Someone who let a fourteen-year-old child go out into that forest, so close to the wall. Your sister died--died to save my people. She is willing to do so again to protect you from war. So don't expect me to sit here with my mouth shut while you sneer at her for a choice she did not get to make--and insult my people in the process."
Nesta ignored him and turned to Feyre, Cassian's face filling with rage.
"It... it is very hard, you understand, to... accept it," Elain spoke to him, "We are raised this way. We hear stories of your kind crossing the wall to hurt us. Our own neighbor, Clare Beddor, was taken, her family murdered... it's all very disorienting."
"We know you are not here to hurt us," Your voice was steady a you looked between the three men, "But it is rare we experience Fae who are to help and not hurt."
"I can imagine," Azriel spoke, the first you had heard his voice the entire night.
"Nesta and I did not know what to do, how to work or hunt. Our lives were taken from us overnight. We were scared, had received no training, we failed them. Both of us." Elain said.
Feyre turned to face Nesta. "Can we just... start over?"
It looked as if it took everything in Nesta to back down. "Fine."
"Can you really fly?" Elain took Cassian's attention from Nesta.
The rest of the dinner went well after that, Nesta being as civilized as she got while the Fae explained their magic, the Illyrian race, and "Lesser Faeries" or Cassian called them. The meal was ended with a discussion of the sleeping arrangements for the night, Nesta assigning you the task of showing them their rooms before they began working on their letter to the queens.
After you had given them the directions to their rooms, you pulled Feyre aside while the three men began their work, most likely eavesdropping on your conversation.
"I missed you," You spoke, gently grabbing Feyre's hand, "How are you, truly?"
There was a long pause before she replied, "I don't know how to feel... I don't think I know how to feel. What happened Under the Mountain, the horrors I had endured... I wouldn't wish that upon my worst enemy."
"Is it better, at the Night Court?"
Feyre breathed deeply, looking out the window, up towards the night sky.
"With Tamlin, it was like I was drowning, suffocating. Everywhere I went there were sentries behind me. I was never left alone, I couldn't leave the house. What happened Under the Mountain broke me, but living in that house, it felt like I was trapped under there all over again.
"At the Night Court, I feel... free, I suppose. There's no breathing down my shoulder, no one telling me what I cannot do, where I cannot go. What people think of what I do doesn't matter. I have a job, people to protect... but it doesn't feel like a burden, I don't know what it feels like..."
A purpose.
"What Rhysand said, about visiting Prythian..." Your voice was barely above a whisper, a dream you were too scared to say aloud, like telling one a wish so it wouldn't become true. "Can that actually happen, can I actually visit you there?"
Feyre struggled to keep the tears in her eyes, you were so full of hope, so full of life, of innocence.
She couldn't let you visit, not right now, with war so close. She needed you here, safe.
"Maybe someday in the future, when things are safe. When this war is done with. Maybe then, you can come see me."
"I would love that."
"I would too."
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saksukei · 9 months
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five times you fell in love with ushijima wakatoshi.
masterlist | sorry this is really long. I just love him sm <3
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01. that one day when he walked you home and stayed for dinner. your mother had told ushijima she had never found the neighborhood safe, so he made it a point to walk you back everyday after his practices.
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you came upon a startling realization during this time. ushijima was definitely raised like a gentleman. he would never let you walk on the outer side of the sidewalk. anytime you were on the outer side, he'd take a step back and go around you. always.
“thank you for dropping me home, wakatoshi,” you told him. it was a routine for you to say this and for him to reply that you shouldn't thank him for this.
“i am thankful though. especially for you not letting me walk on the outer side,” you explain and ushijima feels like he's been caught off guard. he did do it unintentionally most of the time, yes, but he makes sure of it when he's with you. its also partly because you sometimes get so carried away telling him about your day, he worries you might accidentally stumble on the street and he can't have that.
“you read me well,” he admits, a chuckle escaping his lips.
“well it's because i'm just happy to be graced by the presence of the ace of shiratorizawa,” you joke.
“you think too highly of me, you know that?”
“i don't see why I shouldn't,” you retort. “do you want to come in for dinner?”
you assume he's going to refuse since he has to be home in an hour to study and do his homework. and you know better than anyone that he doesn't take a single day off, no matter what. be it hail, sleet, snow or a tornado, ushijima would never rest.
he takes a minute to think till he replies, “yeah sure.”
you mask your shock well, you open the door and let him in. and you can already feel the butterflies in your stomach. maybe you don't view him as a friend, but something more.
02. when you told him he was boring. it wasn't intentional, no. ushijima is fun but just not without planning out the fun? so when you tell him that you're gonna go out in the rain, he's definitely hesitant to join. you don't force him to join you which he's grateful for.
but when he sees the smile on your face, as raindrops trickle down, he thinks to hell with it. you're awestruck when he does join in, his eyes taped shut, as he lets himself feel each raindrop falling on his skin.
“toshi” you call out, only for his eyes to meet yours, slowly adjusting to the light. you laugh and he thinks he's never heard a better sound.
“i’ve never done this before.t I wouldn't have, if it wasn't for you,” he admits, letting his rigid body go lose.
“don’t go all soft on me big guy,” you retort, a grin on your face.
“i can't help it.”
and you can't help falling in love with him either.
03. when you spent an afternoon in his childhood bedroom. ushijima’s mother had invited the two of you for dinner, telling you to take a look at wakatoshi’s old room.
volleyball and manga posters were lined on the side of his wall, with some of his trophies and pictures with his best friend tendou.
“can’t believe i’m lucky enough to be here,” you joke, a playful smile tugging on your lips.
“can’t believe i’m lucky enough to bring you here,” he responds, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“although I think I should be jealous because from the looks of this bedroom, it feels like you've been dating tendou,” you pointed at the wide array of pictures of the two.
ushijima throws his head back in laughter, “i kept our pictures hidden from mom,” he replies. you knew his mother was a little critical of his choices as a teenager. “wait–” he opened his cupboard and started rummaging through the drawers only to pull out a shoebox.
“this has all of our pictures,” he hands the box to you. you open it, only to find ushijima saving up not only pictures, but movie tickets, little letters you wrote for him, the bracelets you made, the cute doodles you drew on his notebook perfectly cut off alongside birthday cards and a childhood photo that you gave him.
“i never knew you saved all of this stuff,” you whispered. you never took ushijima for the sentimental type, especially not the one to save what you referred to as your ‘romantic garbage.’
“of course I would,” he shrugs. “it might be garbage to you but it meant the world to me and it still does. I save stuff till this day,” he admits.
this man really does catch you off guard, doesn't he?
04. when you were having a difficult time. while he's a world renowned player that definitely has more than enough on his mind given the upcoming championship, all of that becomes irrelevant when he catches you with tears sliding down your face after coming home back early from his practice.
“t–toshi, you're home?” you whisper, quickly trying to wipe the tears of your face. but you've never been a good liar and ushijima can read you with his eyes closed.
“what’s wrong, love?” he asks, immediately cupping your face with his hands, wiping your tears. “is everything okay?”
the dam breaks and he just pulls you into his chest, letting you cry your heart out. he shushes any apologies you cry out. why were you so adamant on thinking that you were a burden to him? burdens are pushed on people against their will and he sure as hell isn't here against his.
and you think, how lucky you are to have wakatoshi around.
05. when you find him drenched from the rain. ushijima was returning from his latest championship and you had already warned him of the thunderstorm ready to rain down on Tokyo. you find him and his suitcase looking as if they've crossed a tsunami on the way to the apartment.
“toshi,” you quickly rush to find a towel to wrap around him. “what happened?” you ask. “did the cab not drop you directly here?”
he smiles sheepishly admitting that he had asked the cab to drop him off fifteen minutes away. when you ask why, he pulls out the flowers and cupcakes he brought from your favorite bakery.
“and I also brought your favorite manga,” he smiles. “i just missed you so much these two months.”
you feel tears well up in your eyes as you hug him, “i missed you too,” you whisper, buried in the crook of his neck. you pull away, “go change quickly now, we can't have our star player being sick. dinner is almost done.”
“i love you, darling,” he says before heading inside.
and just as you thought you couldn't fall in love with ushijima wakatoshi anymore, he manages to prove you wrong.
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bellarkeselection · 3 months
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Knew Better But Still Picked You pt 2
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Part One Part three
Jackie has some rules set for the reader and Cole that might be hard for them to follow.
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Cole shrugged some jeans up his legs while I tossed one of his tea shirts over my head. Tying my hair up in a messy braid. Jackie had stomped out of the bedroom and down the stairs clearly frustrated. “So how bad do you think she’s going to be about…us?”
“I have no clue. I’ve never seen her this concerned for me before since we’ve been friends forever.” I responded by slipping some socks on my feet sitting down on his bed.
Cole throws a blue tea shirt on coming over to me wrapping his arms around my waist tugging me to his embrace. “We could just stay upstairs for the day. To avoid my parents' possible wrath on both of us. What do you say?”
“Cole..” I warned him by draping my arms over his shoulders.
He leans down since he was taller than me, kissing me slowly. “How about now?”
“We can’t hide away.” I attempted to say while he kissed me again a little more passionately as if that would convince me and I hate to admit that it might be working.
The older Walter boy in front of me cupped my face in his hands. “The way you’re reacting says otherwise….jump.” I leaned into his embrace, moving my arms around his neck threading my fingers through his honey hair. He moaned when I did so and he moved his hands down where I jumped wrapping my legs around his waist but that’s as far as we got.
“Cole. Y/n, can you come downstairs now!” His father hollered where we broke the kiss.
Cole sighed and I could feel his muscles tense up. “Oh boy. Are you sure we can’t just sneak out the back door and go to the riverside?”
“Unless your parents don’t know about that place and Jackie’s phone has terrible cell service she’ll find us no problem. We have to go, Cole.” I explained to him running my right hand through his hair getting some of it out of his bright green eyes.
He lowered me to the wooden floor and planted a kiss on my forehead. We still held hands coming down the stairs until we reached the third to last step. His parents and my best friend were standing in the kitchen with angry looks on their faces. “You wanted to talk with us?” Cole stated calmly.
“Do you want to explain to us why Jackie is saying she wants us to forbid you two to be together?” His mother Catherine scowled hands on her hips.
Cole pretended to play like he was clueless. “I have no idea.”
“Me either.” I shrugged my shoulders following along with him.
Cole's father glared at his son. “Cole, don't joke around about this. We know Jackie isn't a liar. So I'd suggest you tell us the truth.”
“I don’t have anything to hide.” I replied.
Jackie stomped up, ending up in between us and the Walter parents. “Come on, you two. I know that you're lying to them. I saw you two laying in his bed this morning!”
“Okay, fine. Yes we were sleeping together in his bed. But not in the way that you think I swear.” Holding my hands up I figured it would be safer if we only lied about the horse riding and kissing last night between us.
His father glanced at his son, leaning against the fridge. “Cole, just tell us exactly what happened and your punishment won't be as bad since we already learned about you sneaking girls out of the house without our knowledge.”
“Which will never be acceptable in this house ever.” Catherine waved her index finger at him.
Cole dropped his gaze to the wooden floor and I felt him reach for my hand. I wanted to support whatever he was about to say but I still drew back keeping my hands clasped together in front of me. “Look you guys, I am not hooking up with Y/n. I just hung out with her last night and she didn’t want to wake New York up so she slept in my room with me.”
“Fine, if that’s all you're going to tell me then let's get onto the part that I came up with.” Jackie turned on her feet to the Walter parents. “Are you still open to the ideas that I came up with for going behind my back?”
Catherine shifted her gaze between us. “Jackie is very upset that you two lied to her about this. So we have decided that you two are grounded here for the evening.”
“What-” I gasped, never being grounded before in my life.
Mr. Walter leaned his palms on the island. “And if you don’t get all the chores done then you can't go to the homecoming prep rally.”
“I didn't want to go anyway. “ Cole shrugged his shoulders not fazed.
Turning my head in his direction I admit weakly. “I want to go. I've never been at anything like that in the city.”
“Oh…” Cole replied giving me a guilty expression.
Jackie moved forward grabbing my arm and dragged me out onto the porch so we could talk alone about this. “Jackie, this is ridiculous. We didn't sleep together.”
“But you did do something with him. I can see it in your eyes, Y/n. You're closer to him than you were a few days ago. He reached for your hand I saw it.” She throws her arms away from her sides.
Dragging my hands down my face I groaned at her. This was getting ridiculous that she is so concerned for my heart. “Jackie, I don't want to be having this conversation with you. You also had no right to involve his parents in this.” I appreciate it the support. But I haven't had a boyfriend yet so how was I supposed if he would be bad or good for me.
“If you just tell me what happened last night I'll go inside and tell them I overreacted. You just have to tell me the truth.” She crossed her arms over her chest.
Shoving my hands in my pockets I huffed. “I shouldn't have to tell my whole life story. You're supposed to just trust me since I'm your best friend and you consider me to be your sister.”
“If I consider you like family then there's no problem in telling me.” She pressed onward.
Stomping my boots into the gravel drive I snapped at her not being able to handle it anymore. “Urgh! You wanna know what happened between Cole and me…we kissed. We kissed after he took me horse riding to see the stars. That's what happened between us!”
“You freaking kissed him!” Jackie raised hee voice at the same time the front door opened and Cole walked past us seeing her death glare as he went straight for the barn.
Whipping my head around I ran toward the barn leaving my best friend ending our conversation with her. “Cole!” Leaning in the doorway with my hands on either side of the stall with his horse, he avoided my gaze brushing his horse.
“Hey Y/n.” He mumbled.
I opened the door coming to stand closer to him so he'd possibly look me in the eye. “Cole, please look at me. I didn't want to tell anything about last night. Last night was something that I wanted to be my own thing that no one could take away from me. But now she's made me put it out in the open.”
“It doesn’t matter that she knows about the kiss last night. I just don’t want to talk about it anymore we have chores to do.” He grumbled walking out of the stall and gently pushing me out of the way so he could lock the stall.
Spinning around in my boots I snapped back at him. “If you’re bring an ass to make my best friend right I don't like it. I already told you that I chose you when everyone else tells me I should stay away.”
“I'm not trying to make her happy. I am trying to stay away from you. But I can't avoid being around you.” Cole spun around on his feet getting close to me where there was almost no space between us.
I parted my lips eyeing the side of his jacket pocket where I knew he had slipped his keys inside before we went downstairs and clearly his parents didn't know. “Then let's run away somewhere they don't know about. Like Romeo and Juliet but obviously not dying.”
“Are you sure you're not a little afraid of any danger, Y/n?” He questioned me, focusing his green eyes.
Closing the gap I wrapped my arms around his neck pressing up against him as much as I could. “I'm choosing to be with you aren’t I Cole Walter. Danger can be my new middle name. So let’s run away for the night.”
“Running away isn't showing them I'm a good influence on you…But I don't want to be apart from you now.’ He declared looping my hand through his and he peaked around seeing that the lights in the house had been shut off meaning everyone was asleep. He led me to his truck and I climbed in hearing him Starr the engine racing away from the ranch.
Pulling out my phone I turned my location off knowing Jackie would track me. Leaning back in the seat I put my hand over his freehand. “You are honestly more fun then I'd thought you'd be, Cole.”
“I was thinking the same thing about you, Y/n.” He intertwined our fingers together and the rest of the drive through the night was comfortable silence with both our hearts racing with adrenaline and fear.
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topgun-imagines · 10 months
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What Can I Say?
Requested: yes
Summary: Jake gives you news that you never would have expected.
Word count: 0.7k
Warnings: none
Pairings: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x fem!reader
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“Please, say something, Sweets,” Jake pleaded with you. “Anything, please.” The two of you had been standing in silence for the past five minutes. There was a stunned look on your face as you stared at his anxious expression. You honestly had no idea what to say to your friend's shocking news.
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The constant ringing of your doorbell drew you up from your couch with a groan. “For God's sake, I’m coming!” You called before you ripped your door open, almost hard enough to pull it off the hinges. Just as you were about to rip the person a new one, your face softened at the sight of Jake. The pilot was standing on your front porch with an anxious smile. He rocked back and forth on his heels as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans.
“Hey, darlin,’” He grinned slightly. The nickname almost made you blush. Jake had been calling you nicknames like that ever since the two of you became friends. “Can I come in?” With a nod, you stepped aside and allowed Jake into your home.
Making his way to your living room, Jake stopped in his tracks before turning to face you. Your eyebrows furrowed at his nervous state. “Everything alright, Flyboy?” That put a small smile on his face.
Jake sucked in a sharp breath as his eyes drifted downward. You waited patiently for him to being speaking. “I just,” He started, nerves shining through his voice more prominent than the sun. “I really needed to talk to you.” Now his words were scaring you. Throughout your friendship, the two of you hardly fought. Sure, there were a few occasions when you would have disagreements, but you could always push through them easily. Now, you had no idea what to expect.
You stepped forward, setting a hand on his exposed forearm. The muscle flexed under your touch. “Jake? What’s going on?” Watching him with worried eyes, you waited for the pilot to explain himself.
When his hands grasped yours, you sensed the severity of the matter even more than before. His eyes were wide as he decided on his words. As he squeezed your hands, you began to prepare for the worst.
“Well Sweets,” He started, a soft but dazzling smile taking over his face. “I can’t believe I’m about to say this,” Laughing quietly to himself, Jake’s eyes lock with yours. There was a look in his eyes that you hadn’t noticed before. One that almost looked like… love? His hands squeezed yours. “I’m so in love with you.” He softly exhaled, almost breathlessly. It was so quiet that you could hardly hear him. But you knew what he said.
Over the ringing in your ears, it was hard to tell what he said next.
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That brought you to where you were now. Jake’s hands were still holding yours, only now, there was a look of terror on his face, as if he had just made the worst mistake possible. Your wide eyes were fixed on his nervous expression as you processed the information.
Your best friend was in love with you. You never would have guessed that that’s what he had to tell you. Here you were, prepared for the worst, and Jake tells you something that you had been waiting for him to say for years.
When you and Jake first became friends, you found it hard to not fall for the cocky pilot. You had tried, no matter how much crap Nat gave you, you had tried. And yet, you couldn’t help but fall for the man. Without noticing, you began to loosen your hold on Jake’s hands. His face fell. He should have known that this would only make things complicated between you two. The pilot expected you to pull away and distance yourself from him.
What he didn’t expect was for you to launch yourself into his arms and curl around his torso. You ginned into the soft fabric of his T-shirt. Slowly, Jake’s arms wound around your smaller frame. His chin rested on the top of your head. This may not have been what he was expecting, but he sure wasn’t complaining.
You tilted your head up, eyes locking with his with a wide smile. Jake returned your smile, the weight on his shoulders lifting as you squeezed your arms around his waist. “I love you, too, Flyboy.” His arms tightened around you, chin dropping to rest on your head with a loving smile. He loved you so, so much.
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rollinouttahere-writes · 11 months
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So. It's kinda random but what if Platonic Yandere! Strawhats with Y/n who is an artist? And maybe one day they saw how Y/n drew one of them but doesn't want to show any?
Let me see!
Yandere Straw Hats x GN!Reader
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It was rare to get any time to yourself around here. Ever since you got mixed in with the Strawhat Crew, you felt like you always had someone attached to your hip or hovering over your shoulder. This made indulging in your personal hobbies difficult. Granted, it’s not like any of them would stop you from doing it, but you wanted to keep at least one thing for yourself.
Today was one of those instances where you were actually being left alone. You’re not sure how it happened this time. Maybe they all thought you were already spending time with someone else. Whatever, you’re not about to waste these precious moments pondering it.
Quietly slipping into your room, you pull your sketchbook and utensils out of their hiding spot. You curled up in your bed and flipped through the book until you found a blank page. Twirling the pencil between your fingers, you contemplate what to draw.
Despite your.. Complicated relationship with the crew, you couldn’t help but be inspired by them. Well, artistically speaking at least. They were constantly doing all these incredible feats and looking cool as hell while doing it. That, and it’s not like you saw much else besides them anyways.
After mulling it over, you start sketching, having decided on drawing Luffy today. He was an incredibly fun person to draw, what with his admittedly adorable baby face and his cartoonish anatomy. 
It didn’t take long for you to really get into the zone and be only focused on putting new lines onto the sheet of paper. You’re so focused that you don’t hear the door to your room open, nor the sound of sandals slapping across the floor until it’s too late.
“(Y/N)! Why are you hiding in here, I’ve been looking for you!” Luffy giddily rushed towards your bed and threw himself onto it, and subsequently you.
Frantically, you try to hide the sketch book under the covers, but he already saw it. Perking up, he tries snatching it out of your hand, “C’mon, why are you reading a book when you could be playing with me?!” 
Yes! You might be able to get out of this yet. If he thinks it’s a book, he definitely won’t try to read it and discover what it really is. “I like reading, Luffy. I just want to curl up with a good book once in a while,” as you’re saying this, you narrowly avoid letting it fall into his grabby hands, and slip it underneath yourself to sit on it.
He pouts and rests his face on his hands, still focused on the book, “Is it really that good that you want to read it more than hang out with me?”
You cringe a bit at how pointed the question was. There was no good answer here. Either you say no and he’ll immediately drag you off, or you say yes and run the risk of hurting his feelings. Then you’ll have to deal with a temper tantrum from him, and being admonished by the rest of the crew for being mean. “It’s not about it being better than hanging out with you, I can like doing more things you know.”
Luffy huffs at your indirect answer and begins tugging on the book again, “What’s it’s even about then?”
Oh shit. Um. Hm. Now you need to improvise. “It’s about,” you dart your eyes around looking for any inspiration to help you out. You’re in a plain room on a boat in the middle of the ocean, and of course the plot of literally every book you’ve ever read has completely vacated your brain.
You were apparently taking too long to tell him, so he just ripped it out from under you to investigate himself. “It can’t be that good if it’s that hard to explain. Why would you-” Luffy’s sentence died on his tongue as he opens it, right onto a picture of himself.
Panicking, you launch yourself onto his back in a desperate attempt to confiscate it, but he simply stretches his arms to keep it out of reach.
“This is awesome! Why didn’t you tell me you could draw so good?” Much to your chagrin, he starts flipping through it, now seeing sketches of the other members, too.
“Luffy! Give that back! I didn’t say you could look at that!” Blood rushed to your face from the embarrassment of being caught.
He peers over his shoulder at you, looking bewildered at your statement, “What’s the big deal? Don’t you want to share your talent?”
“No, I don’t! Just give it back and don’t tell anyone about it! Please!” You scrambled off the bed and leapt for the book, but he just snapped his arms back and continued the game of keep away.
You could see the gears turning in his head, trying to make sense of your words and actions. His eyes suddenly widened and he grinned as something clicked for him, “Oh I get it! You don’t know how good these are! You just need some help realizing it!” With that, he took off out of your room, sketchbook in hand.
“Get back here!” You sprinted after him, hoping you could get it back before he showed everyone, but deep down you knew it was already too late.
You were at a massive disadvantage here. Luffy was fast, especially when he had something he wasn’t supposed to. By the time you make it onto the deck, you’re horrified to see he’s already acquired an audience. Nami and Robin were seated at the table, with Sanji serving them some tea and snacks (which were currently being inhaled by Luffy while they were distracted by the book).
“You aren’t supposed to see that!” You hope that you’ll be able to get it out of Robin’s hands, but Luffy wraps one of his arms around you, leaving you immobilized at his side. Before you could beg them to please put it down, Luffy shoves a tiny cake into your mouth to keep you quiet.
“Go back a page, I think I saw one of me!” Nami was pestering Robin and trying to get it to herself, but any attempts at grabbing it were thwarted by an arm sprouting from the table and swatting her hands away. 
“In a minute, Nami, I’ll let you see when I’m finished,” Robin was entirely unbothered by her pleas (and yours), choosing to casually flip through each and every page with a small smile on her face.
Sanji was looking over them, smiling at the artwork, and was the first to acknowledge that you were standing right there. “These are incredible, though I’m not surprised that you would be so talented~!”
The sweet and genuine compliment almost made you cave in to accepting the situation, but you dismissed it. Swallowing the cake, you can finally speak again, “Please stop looking at that, I don’t like people looking at my sketchbook!” Especially not when the people in question kidnapped you and are actively holding you hostage.
“Oh? Are you shy about it? How cute,” Robin teased.
“It’s not-” you were once again cut off by another cake being stuffed into your mouth.
“What are you guys all looking at?” Chopper was now approaching with Usopp not far behind. Great. Why not just let everyone see it! 
Robin flipped to a page with Chopper on it and showed it to him, “(Y/N), took the time to draw all of us, it seems.”
Chopper’s eyes sparkled at the drawing, and against all logic he was somehow blushing??? “Oh I don’t look all cutesy like that, you jerk!” His dopey smile easily contradicted his words.
“I didn’t know you were also an artist. You should have told me sooner, I could’ve been teaching you! I’ll have you know I’ve tutored many famous artists! In fact, this reminds me- You drew me too?!” Usopp’s tale is cut short when Robin shows him a sketch of himself. 
You finally stop struggling, instead choosing to flop against Luffy in defeat. What’s the point? Damn near everyone has already seen it, you’re sure Zoro will wander on over here soon enough anyways. 
Upon feeling you give up, Luffy lets go and looks very pleased with himself. He unceremoniously shoves the little remaining food into his mouth and runs off calling for Zoro while Sanji gives chase, scolding him for eating all the food.
You just stood there, not knowing what else you could do. With Luffy gone, everyone else was crowding around you, lavishing you with compliments and asking questions all at once. You couldn’t even bring yourself to answer, all you could do was sulk as the last thing that you had just to yourself was taken away and thrown out into the open.
It was bound to happen eventually, you suppose.
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luvneymar · 1 year
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(3) THE BIRDS AND THE BEES — NEYMAR JR
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SUMMARY: You and Neymar have to explain how babies are made to Davi, after the conversation you both reminisces about how your baby girl got here.
“Mommy I have a question.” Davi asked in a quiet voice. Davi has been weird all day asking you things just to say “nevermind” before a chance to express himself.
“Yes baby? You’ve been weird all day. Is there anything going on?” You asked him with a worried look on your face
“Uh, How did you get Valentina inside your belly? Did you swallow her?” Davi asked with an innocent smile. You smiled back at him so hard as you tried not to choke on your own spit. Neymar had been away for training today so it was just you and him.
“Huh, Okay. Uh Davi? Why don’t we wait till papa is here so we can explain it together?” You needed time to find an excuse that wasn’t to far from the truth, age appropriate & kid-friendly all in… 30 minutes, glancing at your watch.
“Okay!” As davi ran off to play with his toys you picked at your fingernails walking back and forth wondering how you could make Neymar fucking you into a sex coma as PG as possible.
As the clock ticked the less your braincells produced ideas. Figuring that calling Ney and telling him the situation before he arrived home would be the best idea.
The moment you reached to dial his number the front door had opened and Neymar had walked in. Oh Thank God. “Boa noite, família!” [Good Evening family!] Neymar placed his duffle bad in the hallways and plopped himself on to the couch.
Pulling you onto his lap sitting sideways he pulled you in for a kiss before calling out to his son. “Davi! I’m home!” He yelled out caressing your sore back. Ever since the pregnancy began he’s notice how tense you got in your back and shoulders and made it a mission to ease that tension almost every day.
The pitter patter of Davi’s small feet hit the floorboards as he came running to his dad and mom. “Hi daddy!” Neymar pulled him onto his other thigh and wrapped his hands around the both of you. “Mama can you and daddy pleasee answer my question?”
Neymar looked at you in confusion and whispered into your ear with a raspy voice. “what question?” You got shivers down your spine just thinking about what the outcome was when he last used that voice on you.
“Why don’t you ask him yourself Davi?” You tried as hard as you could to ignore any time of hormones that would arise while thinking about this topic let alone explaining it. Stupid pregnancy brain.
“Daddy I asked mama, How did she get Valentina inside her belly? Did she like swallow her?” Davi asked with an unsure voice hoping his baby sister wasn’t swallowed to be convinced.
Upon hearing that Neymar tried so hard not to laugh but hearing the last part made him burst out into a fit of laughter. You smacked him in his shoulder multiple times unable to control the smile on your face.
“Valentina was made when mommy and daddy were out and mommy had to many shots of tequila, soon after that mommy took off-.”
You elbowed him in the side and sent a nasty glare his way making sure he got the message as to not give 4 year old Davi the details about how your babygirl was conceived. “Sorry Sorry, Valentina was made when mommy and daddy were playing a game called horsey.”
“Oh, Can I play?” Davi asked innocently, You almost choked on your spit before shaking your head multiple times at Davi. “Oh no,no,no Davi baby you can’t, it’s for… Older people. Like me and daddy!”
“aww, are you sure I can’t play?” Davi pouts and looks up at you both with his big brown eyes. “I’m sure Davi.” Your short and firm answer made Davi drop the topic all together.
“Okay fine, bye mommy, bye daddy.” He ran off to play with his toys leaving you and Neymar alone in the common room. You turned to look at him just admiring his facial features.
“Something on my face princesa?” Neymar asks before turning to look at you. Shaking your head and scooting closer you put your head on his shoulder and drew circles around his abs.
“Are you trying to tempt me?”
“Maybe, Maybe not. The actual question here is… If I do, what are you gonna do about it?”
Neymar turned his head and poked his tongue at his cheek with a cocky look on his face. “The last time we went through this you ended up with Valentina. Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Actually…No!” You get up and run towards the hallway with Neymar not being that far behind you. Turning the corner was the guest bathroom and you ran into it barely closing the door on Neymar’s face.
“Open the door princesaa! Lemme in. I promise I won’t do anything.”
“Yes you will! You’re gonna kiss me, then touch my boobs, then it’ll lead to very bad things, so no!” You yell out in a playful manner tempting Neymar to think of dirty things.
“But you have amazing boobs.” Neymar stated using the voice of an intellectual. You couldn’t help but laugh at the voice he used explains how boobs are the greatest creation.
“Don’t tempt me Mr. Santos, you just wanna get in my pants. The doctor did say that sex this late into a pregnancy is just begging for pre-term labor.”
“I’m not! I promise I will never do anything to harm our precious Vale.” He placed his hand on his heart hoping you��d be convinced. You opened the door just enough to see his face before slowly opening the door and letting him in.
“Thank you princesa. I you know I could never be kept from you too long. I’d go insane.” He kissed your forehead before placing his forehead on yours & placing his hands on your waist sliding it down to your hips.
He dipped his hand into your underwear waistband snapping it against your pelvis. “HEY!” you shouted pulling away. “way to ruin the mood.” you pinched his side and walked away to sit on the edge of the bathroom.
“Sorry.” He muttered before following you sitting on the carpet below you. You caressed your pregnant belly soothing your baby. You took neymar’s hand and placed it on your stomach so he can feel his baby kick.
“Valentina is gonna be here soon isnt she?” He continued caressing your stomach feeling her movement and you smiled softly. He’s been so good with Davi even as a teen dad. It felt like yesterday when you gave birth to Davi as a teen mom dating your first love; an universal superstar.
“2 months left till she’s here. You know it felt like yesterday that you and I were just freaking out about being teen parents.” You confessed, that was a point in your life that was both traumatic & joyful.
“Yeah, seeing Davi for the first time just made all my doubts go away about being a teen dad” You smiled at the memory of seeing your baby boy for the first time and that sense of relief just washing over you.
You both sat in silence just enjoying each other’s presence. “You still tryna get into my pants?” You look down at him with a glare smacking his hand away that that tempted to ease into your underwear.
“Just had to see if that was still an option.” He laughed and stuck his tongue out with a cheeky grin. “Well it isn’t.” You pouted, standing up from the edge of the bathtub you begun to walk to the mirror and stared at yourself.
Neymar was right behind you stopping right behind you, he kissed your neck and looked at you through the mirror gripping your hips.“Once my last season at Santos is over, i’m gonna make you my Mrs. Santos. I promise.”
“Mmh, Really? You promise?”
“Really, I promise” He turned you around and kissed your lips gripping the side of your face, he pulled away leaving little room between your face. “Are you gonnna kiss me like that at our wedding?”
“Nope.” He smirks with a proud look on his face.
“Nope?” You raised your eyebrows at him putting your hands on your hips.
“No. Because if I do we’ll just end up fucking like rabbits at the alter.” You both looked at each other before bursting out into laughter. As you laughed you took in what he said and stopped laughing.
“Alter? Who said we’re getting married an alter?” You asked with confusion, the place of your wedding was always important to you even since you were a little girl. You always imagined it be at at a [place] or at a [religious building]
“what?” Neymar looked at you with a surprised face as you did the same. It’s funny because 5 minutes before you both were making marriage plans and now it seemed as if you didn’t know the man you were standing in-front of anymore.
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