#//His sweet tooth is above all other things lmao

[juratempestdragon]

"I'm not sure you can...not even with the Manga...."

"Though perhaps...if you threw in a sweet treat I may overlook this matter..."

Veldoraaa do you get scared easily :3

"Hah! As if! It would take all the effort in the entire eorld to get the jump on me!"

[dcandmarvelimagines]

sweeter than you ever knew. (pt. 3)

Series: pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4 pt 5 Pairing: Wade Wilson x Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader Rating: Mature Word Count: 3.8k Warnings: AFAB reader (uses she/her pronouns), 1st person POV, non-mutant Reader, canon typical violence (mostly all off screen), descriptions of dead/dismembered bodies, reader is injured (leg injury and slapped), the kidnapper emotionally manipulates the reader, on page murder. Author's note: Thank you so much for all the support it's been crazy!!! This chapter is a bit intense, I'm not going to lie. We just need to hold hands and get through this. But I swear, the next part of this will be sooo tooth rottingly sweet. It's so long that I actually had to make this five parts lmao. I could not stop with the comfort and softness. ao3 Tags (if you would like to be included or removed, just let me know. If I forgot someone I'm so sorry!!): @fallout-girl219 @xolosimp @o0aligoth0o  @thedevilsaysthings @jaeyuni @redmitsuru5 @jeffs77 @spideybv28 @trumanbluee @jennapearce13 @chxrrybomb22 @7soulstars @what-the-jams @lostinheavensworld @purplestars222 @movieat @whiskeyghoul @paintballkid711 @unmotivated-artist164 @sun7lowxr @minniekitties @ceobuggy @amararoseblog @harryshousewhore

The first thing I felt was rough rope as it scraped against my skin. I worked my eyes open, the task feeling too great. I was strapped to an old chair. Nausea swirled in my head as I tried to take in my surroundings. It was a plain, nondescript gray room. The walls were concrete. In the middle of the room, directly in front of me, was a large iron door. It looked like something you would find in a bomb shelter. Around my chair were shafts of moonlight provided by a skylight above. There was a bite in the air that made me shiver. My breathing was uneven as I weakly struggled against the ropes. 

“I see you’re awake. Wonderful.” The man with ice cold eyes appeared from the corner of my vision, a folder in his hand. “I don’t want to waste either of our time.” He lugged a metal chair in front of me and I cringed at the horrible screech as it echoed around the room. “Where is Wade Wilson and Logan Howlett?” I blinked, my brain foggy. 

“I don't know who those people are.” The man tsked. There was a flash of anger across his calm face before it was replaced by cool indifference. 

“Bullshit, we see you coming in and out of their apartment.” My stomach churned, either from whatever they shot me with or from the creeping anxiety.

“Oh you mean Al’s roommates? I work for social services for her. I don’t know anything about them.” The man grinned. It was vicious and predatory. 

“You are a bad liar.”He sat on the chair, crossing one leg over the other. “Why do we have photos of you with both men? What? One not enough for you?” He flicked open the folder and pulled out two pictures. One was of Logan and I on the fire escape. It had been captured at the perfect moment to have clear shots of our profiles in it. The other was of Wade and I at the bar. No, not just the bar, the bathroom. I was half exposed, Wade’s face against my bare breast. The woman who interrupted us had worked for him. Now I was actually going to throw up. I had been followed for months at this point. “Now, I’m going to ask again. Where are they?” 

“They don’t tell me about their jobs, I swear. Please just let me go.” The man shook his head with a hum, sounding like a disappointed teacher, sliding the photos back into the folder. 

“I’ll leave you here for a couple days, see if that jogs your memory.” Days? 

“Wait no! Please!” But he had already disappeared through the metal door. In the doorway, I saw a woman waiting. I blinked in shock. The woman, the one from the dingy bar bathroom. She was the one who had taken our picture.  My kidnapper nodded at her before the heavy door thudded shut. Days did pass, the skylight allowing me to count by the motion of the sun. My body soon grew stiff and achy as I sat on the chair. I wanted to sleep, anything to pass the time, but I wasn’t able to calm my mind enough. The shadow of the woman never moved from the small window. I could feel her watching me, my arm hair standing up at the feeling. To distract myself, I thought of Wade and Logan, of them bursting in here and rescuing me in a blaze of glory. But as the days bled into one another, hope started to fade. 

The man reappeared after four days. He removed the chair from in front of me, opting to just stand. “Have you thought about your answer?” 

“I don’t know where they are.” It was the truth. They didn’t give me any information about their jobs. They could be on Everest for all I knew. 

“I don’t believe you!” He began to pace, wearing a line into the concrete floor. 

“I don’t care if you don’t believe me, it’s the truth.” He rushed at me suddenly, fingers digging brutally into my cheeks as he gripped me. My fists clenched as I forced myself not to jerk away. 

“Stop bullshitting me,” his voice was a venomous hiss. “Tell me now.”

“Do you not understand me?” My voice had lowered too, anger boiling inside me. “Get it through your fucking head that I. Don’t. Know. You are wasting your time. Let me go. Do it before they find me here. They’ll kill you before you can even try to fight back.” 

“Oh is that right?” I knew he was toying with me, but I fell stupidly into his trap anyways. I was angry and tired and so fucking scared. My brain was barely functioning. 

“Wade’s gonna make a necklace of your intestines.” 

The slap made a stomach churning crack. My mouth filled instantly with blood from my split lip. My cheek throbbed in the aftershocks. Tears pooled and trickled down my pulsating cheek. Another thunderous slap caught my other side. Blood splattered across my sweats. It was so hot, it practically burned through to my skin. 

“What a shame.” His hand wrapped in my hair, yanking my head back, neck stretched too far. The warm blood rushed down my throat and I gagged. “You had such a pretty face. I see why those two kept you around. It’s so nice to have some stress relief. But it seems that they’ve moved on to a better piece of meat now.” He winced when I spat at him, the saliva and blood sticking to his cheek. He touched it like he couldn’t believe it, rubbing it between his index finger and thumb. 

“When they get here they’re gonna eat you fucking alive!!” His face twisted in rage. His grip tore at my hair as he ripped my head to the side. Something pricked my neck, cool liquid rushing through my veins. My vision began to fog, body feeling too dense, brain going fuzzy. 

“Sleep well.” 

It had been days. 

I watched the sun beams make their slow progression across the dusty floor, only to be replaced by the darkness of night. My face still stung and my lip kept dripping blood. I called to the woman who was still standing there, hoping that she would take mercy and help me. But I might as well have been shouting at the wall. No one came. No one helped. All I could do was wallow in my pain and loneliness. Maybe they had really abandoned me. What was I to them anyways? Exactly what he said, stress relief. Nothing more than a convenient body. Something to pass the time. If I was worth anything, they would have been here.

My eyes had just slipped shut, head lolling to my shoulder, when the door opened. “Good morning!” It was him. My shoulders slumped, hoping I could just ignore him, that he was just some hallucination. “Your saviors haven’t appeared. So we have come up with a solution.” I opened my bleary eyes when I heard the chair in front of me creak. He clutched my phone in one hand and a wickedly sharp knife in the other. He swiped my phone open before clicking on the screen. I could hear ringing and then someone picked it up on the second one. My eyes were fixated on the knife as he flipped it, catching the hilt each time. 

“Baby cakes?! Where are you? What happened?” Wade’s voice was horrifyingly panicked. 

“Aw baby cakes?” The tip of his knife traced my cheekbone and I held my breath, hoping I wouldn't flinch and cut myself. “What a cute name.” 

“It’s not as cute when you say it,” I grumbled. My voice was thick through my swollen lip. 

“What happened? Why do you sound like you have cotton in your mouth?” The man pinched my busted lip, fresh blood bursting forward, and I whined in pain. My nails bit into my palms. Over the line, I heard a growl, letting me know Logan was also listening in. 

“Sometimes I just don’t know how to handle myself around such a pretty lady.” Wade let off a string of choice swears and Logan snarled. “She has such a naughty mouth. I see why you keep her around. But it seems you’ve left her for good, huh? She won’t be too pretty once I’m done with her.” 

“Don’t you dare fucking touch her,” Logan was spitting in rage. “If you do I swear I’ll rip that worm you call a dick and ram it down your throat.” I smiled despite myself, something warm unfurling in my chest. They were still trying to find me. After over a week, they were still hunting. 

“I told you,” I hissed, “they are going to eat you alive.” 

There was a split moment where I knew I had fucked up. His eyes snapped to me, lips pulled back in a horrifying smile.

Then the knife flashed.

The pain in my leg was indescribable. I thrashed, desperate to escape the blade stuck through my thigh. I knew I was screaming but I couldn’t hear it over the pounding in my ears. Fresh blood from my lip and tears traveled down my chin. More blood pooled under my thigh, soaking into my ruined pants. I was only faintly aware that others were shouting and someone was laughing. 

His hand hammered the knife in deeper, the wood seat cracking under me, the hilt flush with my leg. I wailed, pleading sobs of mercy clogging my throat. “Stop moving so much.” There was more shouting. My head knocked against the back of my chair. The corners of my vision grew dark. “Do you want to say goodbye? Who knows if you’ll make it to see them.” All I could do was weakly whimper. “She seems preoccupied. I’ll see you two soon.” He tapped my face, the force just under another slap. “You sound so nice screaming. Maybe I will actually keep you around.” 

He left me like this, bleeding, trembling, pinned to the chair like a piece of meat. More days passed and the bleeding didn’t stop. It wasn’t normal. I should have died like this. Cold was lingering on my skin and small shivers racked my body. My bare feet had long gone numb. Someone, my foggy vision only registered them as a blob of white, entered the room. They carefully removed the knife and then eased me out of my pants. They methodically stitched my skin together, the haze of shock covered the pain of the stitches. Once a thick white bandage covered the wound, they turned and left. 

On the fourteenth day, I heard shouting. Then gunshots. My head jerked from where I had been sleeping. Panic spiked. I needed to run. “Fuck,” I mumbled, looking around desperately for something, anything, to save me. The room was mostly bare besides a table against the opposite wall. Then I saw it. 

The knife. 

I tried to wiggle closer, but failed to move an inch. “Fuck,” I repeated, desperate now. More shouting and gunshots, closer this time. The more I fidgeted, the more of the seat fell away from under me. Think think think. I continued to sway, lifting the chair onto its sides before it cracked against the floor as it fell. Then I heard a splinter in one of the legs. I took a breath to steel myself before I tipped myself completely over. I nearly sobbed in relief when the chair leg connected to my uninjured leg was the one that snapped off. I awkwardly propelled myself across the scratchy ground, the exposed skin on my left side becoming ragged. The rope on my left wrist began to fray, just enough that when I got to the table, I was able to yank my hand off and reach blindly for the knife. The blade caught my palm but I gripped it tightly, ignoring the bite of pain. 

I made quick work of my other binds, the knife almost slipping from my wet grip, and rose to my freezing feet. My injured leg protested instantly, nearly giving out when I put weight down. But I had to run, had to escape. I limped toward the door, and looked through the small window. I couldn’t see anyone, but I heard screaming. I had to yank hard on the door to get it open. There was a dead end to the right and a long twisty hallway to my left. I took a few tentative steps out. When no alarm sounded, I sprinted. 

The stitches in my thigh ripped right away. I couldn’t think about the pain. Only escape. I clutched my stolen knife close and ducked into any small nook I could when I heard people thundering by. I should have followed them, maybe found an exit, but the squelching sounds of limbs being severed launched me forward. I turned left, left, right, middle at a fork, up a flight of stairs. I was hopelessly lost but all I could think of was escape, running on pure instinct to find it.  

The smell of blood hit me first as I turned a corner. Body parts were strewn across the wide room. Intestines dangled from the ceiling beams. Heads, half crushed, lolled away from their torsos. I wretched, nothing came up besides bile. But I could see outside through large bay windows. My legs were like water under me as I moved to the door. I stepped on an eyeball, the firm jelly bursting between my toes. Just keep going. My head was swimming, nausea from the gore around me mingling with the searing pain in my leg. 

I collapsed. I could barely feel the pain as my hands slammed down on broken glass. Then I heard two men’s voices. I scrambled to hide behind a stack of boxes, jamming my sore body into the smallest crack I could find. “I know she’s in here, can smell her.” My knuckles turned white around the knife. My breath was weak, I had lost too much blood. 

“Could you maybe sound less like a pervy vampire?” I heard boots lightly hitting the floor as they spread out. “Do you think this scared her?” He sounded timid, maybe even a little afraid. The first man laughed. 

“What do you think? You pulled this guy’s entire spine out! Of course she’s fucking scared!” The shout made me jump, huddling deeper into my hiding spot. “Fucking idiot.” A pair of red boots passed my hiding spot, then planted back in front of me. I sucked in a breath as fear rippled through me. My eyes closed tight.

“Hey,” the voice was soft, barely above a whisper. “There you are.” I was so on edge, so terrified, that the hand with the knife whipped out on pure impulse. The tip pushed through something firm, before that gave way to softness. It sunk deep, blood rapidly flowing over my hand. I couldn’t open my eyes. I had attacked someone and they were bleeding all over me. My victim barely made a noise when I stabbed them. 

“You can let go of the knife, you're okay.” A hand caressed my face and my teeth sunk into the leather glove, jaw latched tight. I felt like a cornered animal, ready to tear into anything that came near. “Sweetheart,” the name, the voice, pulled me back. I released the hand and opened my blurry eyes. Logan and Wade were squatted down in front of me. Their faces were covered but I recognized the suits. 

My knife was stuck through Wade’s neck. 

“Wade,” my voice shattered, tears welling. “I’m sorry, I-I didn’t see it was you.” He pulled the blade out with a little grunt. There was a hole straight through his throat. My stomach churned again but I held it back. The muscles and tendons laced together rapidly before the skin closed over it completely. 

“Don’t apologize. I said the height of romance was stabbing, didn't I?” Logan reached out again and brushed a strand of hair out of my eyes. A frown drew down his lips when he saw the bruises on my cheeks. “What do you say we get you out of here, yeah? I don’t think extreme violence is really your scene.” 

Logan was examining my leg the best he could without touching me. I could hear him sniffing as he leaned closer. “We need to take her to a doctor. She’s lost a lot of blood.”

“They stitched me up but I think all of them have ripped now.” My head felt so heavy. “My fingers are cold…is that normal?” 

“We have to carry you out, is that okay?” As Logan asked, Wade was already reaching for me. He scooped me into his arms and clutched me tight to him. I hissed as my thigh stretched, head falling heavily against Wade’s chest. Logan walked beside us and I reached blindly for his hand. He gave it a small kiss, but didn’t hold it. 

After two weeks, I was safe. 

I was safe. 

But we had to get out of this building first. Logan walked a head to peer down corners before signaling we could move forward. Wade moved slowly, keeping a firm hold on me. He stayed uncharacteristically quiet. I felt limp and weak in his arms, ready to sink into sleep as soon as I could. To keep myself conscious, I tried to remember all our turns, but it felt like there was an impossible amount. There was a round of clicking and the shuffle of feet as we rounded a corner. 

“Ah shit.” 

“Fuck.” 

My sore eyes opened to find rows and rows of armed men. In front of them was him. There was a cruel smile on his face as he took me in. The woman was tucked behind him, her eyes pinned on me. “I see you pulled your stitches. You should have waited for me to get you instead of trying to run off on your own.” Logan snarled as his claws extended. 

“Listen here bub. I don’t make idle threats. So best believe I’m going to follow through with skinning you alive.” Wade moved suddenly, his back to the men. He moved far quicker than he had before. I heard men readjusting their guns, their anxiousness clear.

“And where are you going Mister Wilson?” 

“First off, Mister Wilson is my father.” I groaned as Wade placed me on the hard concrete floor, safely tucked behind a stack of boxes. He stood, “you can call me Marvel Jesus.” I watched with an unfocused gaze as his hand snapped open a holster and handed me the gun that it held. “Just dropping off special cargo.” I took it, my hands shook at the light weight. There was a flash of gold along the black metal but my hazy brain couldn’t make out the text. I carefully tucked it under my leg to hide it from view. Once that was done, Wade traveled back to Logan’s side. “What do you say darling?”

“Let’s fucking go.” My hands slapped over my ears at the thunderous noise of all those guns firing. I was desperate to drown out the screams, the wet slap of limbs falling to the floor. My first instinct was to take deep, calming breaths, but my nose was too full of the scent of iron. The time stretched, the fight going for hours. 

Just as a sense of shaky calm fell over me, hands grabbed me. I recoiled instantly. “Don’t be difficult.” It was him. He was trying to pick me up, trying to move me. But my body was dead weight and he struggled to lift me. Something cool pressed under my thigh. 

Now don’t be afraid of it. If you show fear around guns, you’ll end up shooting yourself in the foot. 

Okay, see this little switch? No, not me you insatiable minx. This. Get a feel for it. If you are ever in danger you have to know where it is right away. 

He was distracted, watching something over the boxes next to me, his arms suspended in mid air. A female scream cut through the rest of the deep shouts. That rush of time, the feeling that wasn’t easy to explain, snapped. I blinked in confusion. With the man’s focus somewhere else, I put every ounce of concentration into my hands, willing them to stay still, as I lifted the gun. I found the safety and flicked it back.

Now don’t get any big action hero dreams of just pulling this trigger and letting bullets fly. It requires a lot of force, so you have to pull the hammer back first. Make sure you hold it with both hands, okay? Last thing you need is a concussion from it flying back and hitting you in the head. 

My sweaty thumb slipped from the hammer. The movement seemed to catch the man’s attention. There was a split moment where neither of us moved. Then, as if in slow motion, he reached for his own gun. I raised mine and pressed the barrel to his forehead. Both of my index fingers wrapped around the trigger. I squeezed with every ounce of strength I had left. 

You can’t look away, pumpkin. 

You gotta make sure anyone who is trying to hurt you is dead. 

I didn’t. 

One second his head was there, eyes bulging in fear. The next, just a cloud of red remained. Squishy chunks of brain, shards of skull, and a splatter of blood went everywhere. It was in my mouth, in my hair, across my bare legs. All sound died and was replaced by a dull ringing. His body slumped before it fell. I stared at it, dark red spluttering from the exposed veins of his neck, the liquid pooling on the floor. The concrete was quick to drink it up. Logan was the first to appear at my feet. He took me in, his face unreadable under his mask. I saw his mouth move but it was jumbled, words half broken. I shook my head, tapping my ears. It was like a dial slowly moving up on the radio. The sound of bullet casings hitting the ground, screams of pain, the thud of bodies. 

“You alright?” Logan sounded panicked, his loud gruff voice cutting through the renewed sound. I nodded. “We’ll get you out of here, don’t worry sweetheart.” I nodded again. There was one last shout of agony before silence fell again. Logan maneuvered the dead man off me, throwing the body carelessly away. He slipped the gun from my sticky hands before hoisting me into his arms. I buried my face in his neck, taking in his scent. Sweet, earthy, the tang of sweat. 

“We got you. I got you, sweetheart. Always will.” 

[armysantiny]

A doctor’s worry – Zayne

P: Zayne x gender neutral reader | G: fluff, drabble | Inc: mc overworking themselves (as usual), Zayne worrying over mc, Yvonne being a good friend, Zayne's sweet tooth, some indulgent fluff for the soul, calling Zayne 'Doctor Li' bc that's how the title works infold, obv don't take my desc of hospital life too seriously lmao | Wc: 718 | W: mc has an injury but no graphic desc. | R: G

Min's notes: When I tell you I was just writing this all day at work lmao. I just love the way Zayne loves </3

"Hey, Zayne? Do we have the MRI results from last night's case?" Greyson's asking him, both doctors on their way to their respective offices after catching each other in the car park.

"We should do, I'll forward it on to you once I'm inside."

The hospital's busy today, everyone's schedule packed with either meetings, patient appointments, surgeries, or some unholy combination of all three. And for once, Zayne couldn't be more thankful that his schedule is much the same, the gruelling but rewarding hours of his double shift awaiting him.. Sat in his chair while he types out a letter of recommendation for a patient just gone to see a physiotherapist, Zayne sips on the glass of water on his desk, too occupied to do much else other than his job.

At least today, being busy out of his mind helps. It helps him not stress over y/n taking a mission in the No Hunt Zone. The hunter, for all their skill and natural talent, has a mind numbingly stubborn habit of overworking themselves to the point of injury and beyond. Which is why Zayne is trying to bury his concern underneath an avalanche of work, because y/n is working on a sprained ankle.

The doctor even managed to spot the beginning signs of swelling that morning before they left, but y/n was already out the door by the time he opened his mouth.

See you tonight love, they had said, don't push yourself too hard.

How cruel, to remind him to not push himself all the while leaving the vines of worry to bloom around his heart. But he loves y/n anyway, so they're not to blame when Zayne finds that he's no longer frustrated by the waiting, just longing for his hunter to return home so he can fuss over them until the vines relent until the next time they decide to put themselves at risk.

So lost in replying to emails, Zayne nearly doesn't hear the knock at the door, looking up from his screen moments before the knocking becomes more urgent.

"Come in."

"Doctor Li?" It's Yvonne, and Zayne's frigid politeness melts away a tad into something a bit more friendly. "You didn't show up for lunch... so I thought I'd take the liberty of bringing something up from the cafeteria. I recall y/n mentioning your affinity for sweet things?"

It's then, as he's taking the boxed lunch with a gentle thank you, that Zayne notices the separate box of two macarons that Yvonne's handing him. They're from his favourite café. Of course they are. Of course, his love would dutifully tell his colleagues what to do should he be too absorbed in his work. Astra above, he loves them.

When Yvonne leaves, clearly satisfied that the cardiovascular specialist isn't going to go hungry, Zayne allows himself to smile, his own heart fond and aching all the same.

"I'll save one for you."

In between his responsibilities and workload, the doctor hardly realises when the sun begins to set, painting the sky all kinds of pinks and oranges before, inevitably, the sky is dark. Moonlight shines through the gaps in his closed blinds, illuminating his desk in its cool light for a handful of minutes until Zayne is forced to get up and turn the lights on, fluorescent white irritating his eyes for a second. If y/n was here, they'd tell him to squint first, let his eyes adjust until he's comfortable. He can't help but think about them now, most of his tasks done for the day and his mind free enough to think about his lover, how much he misses them, would rather they stay in his arms, stay off their injury and rest...

His phone rings.

"Hello." His expression is soft.

"Zayne! Sorry for going no contact love," y/n says, clearly satisfied with their day. They're forgiven, as always. "I'm on my way back to the office, I'll see you in the hour?"

"Sure. I'll come and pick you up, you shouldn't be putting anymore strain on your ankle."

He can practically hear the amused rolling-of-eyes from y/n.

"Yes doctor~ see you soon! Love you!"

"Love you too, y/n." He hangs up the phone and takes a good look at his office. He can afford to leave a little early tonight.

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Happy weekend Fandom :) Per usual we have a few high content eps then the next is a little lower. Still a good ep to be had though. Seeing a softer side to Tim for Angela. What a good friendship they have. And the continued reasons to dislike Lucy’s parents so much. I go off on her mom so be prepared. They spend this episode apart which always makes me sad. But it’s a great episode regardless. Let’s get this started.

3x10 Man Of Honor

We start off the ep with some flashbacks to the academy. At first I thought my clip was shaky, then I realized its Nolan's shoddy camera skills not mine LOL This is the one moment I wanted to highlight out of the academy shots. Lucy’s reason for becoming a cop. It’s prominent for later in this episode. Especially with her bloody mom….Her feeling adrift since college and not knowing where she belonged. That when she stepped into the LAPD It finally clicked.

Saying she didn’t feel the time she spent before this was a wasted effort. Which is amazing most people regret the wasted time. To me I agree with her. It’s that time before you find your thing that eventually leads you to it. That need to want to protect others from harm as part of her reason. Fantastic and very Lucy. I do love her finding her place as a cop. It’s why she fights tooth and nail at everything she does with this job. What Tim saw in her from day one. That fire and drive to succeed. Love our girl.

The scene in roll call is hilarious. Jackson’s dad told him when he got P2 he got bottle of whiskey. That he was called up to the front and given this. They are both operating under this assumption when Grey mentions them. It’s too damn funny. I love their friendship so much. It truly one of the best parts of this episode. Jackson gets tongue tied so Lucy steps in for them both. Telling Grey it's their first day as P2's all exicited.

He asks them if they want flowers? Cupcakes? It's why Grey asks Lucy what the reward is for making P2 above. They’re insanely embarrassed by the time Grey is done with them. They get to ride together which is the highlight after all that. It’s so weird to have roll call without Tim there though. I feel his absence but I guess even T.O.’s get days off. Boo.

We catch Jackson and Lucy in their shop. Jackson keeps getting ‘Congratulations’ texts from his family. You can see the slight jealously on Lucy’s face. I totally get it. For the most part I relate to Tim. When it comes to poopy unsupportive parents I'm right there with Lucy. She and I are alike where I too have tried on a lot of hats. Just trying to find myself as well. My parents being judgy unsupportive jerks the entire way.

Lucy has finally found what her calling is and just wants her parents to be proud of her. Makes me wanna cry just writing that out. Because even when you don’t have good relationship, there is still a part of you craves that approval. When really is should be the other way around. They should be vying to be in your life.

Jackson invites her to his family tradition dinner. So sweet he really takes care of her so much. Lucy declines because her parents are supposed to come over for dinner. She thinks they’re finally coming around to her being a cop. Jackson is so excited for her and says that’s great. I love this scene. They’re so excited to be riding together it’s adorable. Getting to use ac and listen to music haha It's precious.

We cut to Tim on his day off. Yelling at Kojo to move when he’s given up on their walk LOL It's the way Tim whines at Kojo that makes me laugh so hard. Kojo refusing to get up even though they are close to the house. That dog clearly runs that relationship and it makes me giddy to no end. I adore any scene we get with Tim and his dog. Ovary explosion for me. I’m a huge animal lover. To have a dog and Tim in a scene? Phew lord. Gimme. Tim gets a text from Angela saying she needs him ASAP. He finally gets Kojo to move by asking him if he wants a steak? Lmao Spoiled Fur-baby.

Tim gets to the address and it’s a wedding dress shop. He enters hesitantly wondering what is going on... He asks the employee where she is? They tell him she is currently in the changing suite. She’s gone through half their tissue supply. Aww poor thing. Tim sighs and makes his way to her. Once inside asks what’s wrong? Is she going into labor? Lmao No love. Nothing like that. He is straight with her when she asks if she looks fat. I love how he tells her like it is while also being sweet about it. The Tim Bradford special. Telling her who cares what her stupid friend thinks. If she's not ashamed of her baby bump then screw everyone else.

Angela is still upset she can’t hide her belly in her dress. Then we get to see protective/supportive Tim come out. Mmm one of my fav flavors. Asking her ’Who said you have to hide your belly?’ Angela tells him her bridesmaids did. The dress she’s in was supposed to camouflage it the best and its not doing that.

I adore him building her up when she’s down. Look at him taking the skills he learned from Lucy. Using them in this scenario. I love it sfm. Tells her to show off her baby belly. To be proud not ashamed. To wear what she feels confident in. Ugh my heart Timothy. He’s doing exactly what she needed. This is why she texted him. To be that emotional support friend. Her face says it all in that gif above.

What I love about this scene we get to see another side of him. Not just work Tim. A supportive and thoughtful friend. If Lucy could see him right now she would be dying haha He asks her what her dream dress is? Angela tells him what she wants. He says he’ll go get the dress lady and they’ll start there.

I love this man so much. It’s insane. She looks so at ease and taken care by the end of their scene. What a good bestie does. Can only hope we can have scenes like this when Tim marries Lucy. Angela helping him out but giving him crap in a loving way baha Good man right here. Already loved him before this but this only adds to it. Like a sundae that was already delicious and adding on more yummy toppings. Only makes it even better.

Angela is trying on more dresses. Tim asking her if she’s doing ok? I’m loving this soft version of Tim. If he’s this sweet and supportive with Angela. Can only imagine how he would be with Lucy and their plans when they get there. Angela says hard to get dress on over her bowling ball. Naww Tim’s face when she finally comes out is so cute. Once again all I can think of is his face when he sees Lucy in hers someday. I'm sorry I can’t help it LOL My brain is wired to go there now with them together.

Tells her ‘Whoa.’ building up her confidence even more. It’s so sweet. Angela agrees it’s perfect and thanks Tim for doing this with her. He does the sweetest smirk and lets her know ‘Of course’. A crash interrupts their little moment. Two ladies are fighting over a dress. Tim and Angela come out to see the fight. The dress lady says she’s called the police. Not to worry. Tim starts to film it in case they need it for evidence.

Then his future wife and her bestie show up on the scene. Tim couldn’t be more delighted to watch her and Jackson handle this. Lucy is distracted the minute they enter the scene. Tim Is in a dress shop for one and two with Angela. Her reaction couldn’t be more pure and adorable. Asking if he’s there to help her pick out a dress? Just the thought of it is making her so happy and proud of him. The immediate joy on her face.

The thought of him doing this makes Lucy so damn giddy. Jackson doesn’t have time for her work flirt and goes after the suspects LOL Tim’s reply is classic Tim. God forbid she get to see another soft side of him. Which is exactly why she’s so giddy BTW. Tim replying to her question 'All he’s doing right now is watching her not do her job.' Ha God Tim you could’ve at least said hello. She gets nervous and side steps before helping Jackson. It's adorable. She's totally lost her place in her excitement and is clearly distracted by it.

The more the situation escalates the more Tim and Angela enjoy themselves. Angela commenting ‘They grow up so fast don’t they?’ One of them tries to take off with the dress. Tim helps Lucy out cause he can’t help himself. Sticks out his leg tripping the suspect. He could not be enjoying himself more if he tried. Just being a proud hubby filming her arrest and making comments along the way hehe Lucy's face while he does this. She is not amused at all. I’m cracking up. God I love these two idiots so much. Act more married please. You are fooling no one.

Her dinner will her parents Or really parent has arrived. Lucy being a wonderful daughter her mother doesn’t deserve. She's made lotus root soup which is her favorite for their evening Trying to curry favor with her before their dinner even begins. I get it. Her mom shows up solo…. Congratulates Jackson before he leaves. She is nicer and more of a supportive parent to Jackson than her own daughter… ugh been there…Lucy asks her where her father is?

Her mom says off handedly like it’s no big deal he’s at his book club. Like this dinner meant nothing to him. Her face kills me. Trying to just shake off the hurt. Melissa crushes this scene btw. My heart breaks for her over and over. Lucy continues to brush it off and say they can have a girls night to celebrate then. Her mom drops the hammer very early. Doesn’t even try to pretend to be happy about her graduating to P2. Says she isn't there to celebrate.

Saying how they need to talk about this whole police thing. Like it’s just been some random hobby the last year or so for her. Even gives a sarcastic 'Brava.' Like she didn’t almost friggin die from this 'hobby' last year. Telling her to do something meaningful with her life. To get a real profession. The emotional abuse happening in this scene hurts to watch. It gets under my skin as the hits keep coming. Basically saying what she’s doing doesn’t mean anything. Once again Melissa is wonderful in this scene. Watching how it slowly escalates and her body language through out. Trying to take what her mother is telling her and not let it affect her. It works for a little bit but not long...

States she wants Lucy to do something she’s proud of. One of the rudest things to tear your child down with. To only think of yourself and how their decisions make YOU look. Pisses me off so much. Just because my parents are the same damn way. To only think of themselves and not of their child. Such a narcissistic way to view Lucy and what she’s done with her life. How her career embarrasses them and they'd prefer her to just leave the last year or so behind. Just because it doesn't puff them up around their friends.

My parent's are obsessed with status as well. If I'm not using my degree (which I only got for them BTW) for a job it's not something to be proud of. Even though the job I currently have gives me independence to live on my own with no roommates (which is not cheap these days), pay all my own bills, and take care of me and my dogs with no help. But since it's not what they consider a profession to be proud of they aren't proud of me. So I relate painfully so to Lucy in this scene. Also the school thing such a boomer answer. My parent's are the same way.

To think school is the only answer to everything. That obsession with status and only wanting your kids to do their approved career choices. What makes them look good and smell good in front their social circle. Instead of thinking hey my kid is happy, they’re providing for themselves, they love what they do. They’re independent. No they only think how it negatively impacts them. I'm so mad for Lucy because I’ve lived this. The heartbreaking way she asks ‘Can’t you just support me?' Thinking why is this such a big ask?

This is why the support she gets from Tim is EVERYTHING to her. Why she lives and breathes for it. When you’re torn down your entire life it’s hard to have self esteem. Hard to believe you’ll ever be good at something. Even if you are you don't truly believe you are until someone tells you repeatedly. Emotional abuse growing up leaves lasting scars. You can see where it all stems from for Lucy in this one scene with her mother.

Her mom goes on to tell her to find a career that really helps people. Like a doctor. Uh she has. You just don’t like it. Says she doesn't mean to be blunt, but really she does. If her mom would take her head out of her ass for two seconds. She would see Lucy already has all the things she’s harping on her to achieve. I want to hug Lucy so much while her mom berates her. Giving me flashbacks to my own mother. The pot shots leave wounds that are hard to heal.

The way she says ‘They'll always love her but’ and there’s the emotional manipulation. Basically saying our love has a price tag and that tag is the job of OUR choice. Not the one that makes you happy but the one that is socially acceptable for them. The way she cringes and moves away from her mother's touch. Knowing it’s manipulative. Hurts my soul to watch. Last thing she wants right now is fake affection.

I do need to commend her for having the backbone to tell her mom to give her space. I've never had the guts to stand up to my mom. I just avoid her like the plague these days. Rarely interact with her. Easy when she lives on the other side of the country. All the way in Alaska and can stay there. So huge props to Lucy for being overwhelmed and setting a boundary in this moment.

That if she’s done expressing what a disappointment she is that she can just leave. Her mom doesn’t fight her in the least really. She does a little stomp trying to exude some power over her. It doesn't work. Then Lucy yells at her to go and she finally takes off. Phew. Hard scene to watch. The shot that pans out of Lucy is a great one but a heartbreaking one. Makes me so emotional to watch this scene. This scene resonates with me so much in the worst way. I wanna hug her so badly in that last gif. Wishing Jackson was there to do it for me.

The cuteness continues for Tim and Angela while they taste test cakes. This is a much needed contrast to Lucy's SL atm. Angela sighs and says this is stupid. That no matter what she picks Patrice will overrule her. Tim is sitting there all arms crossed. Has become one of my fav poses for him. Yum Tum. Says all authoritatively ‘Don’t let her.’

What I’m loving about theses scenes is we’re getting background on Tim. Which I always love getting. Why am I not surprised his dad got drunk and ruined his wedding? That his whole family seems like one giant disaster zone? (Other than Genny) I love him taking his past experience to help guide Angela with her wedding. Such growth. Saying a million things like what his wedding had you can’t control. But this she can. So to pick what she really wants.

Angela says she wants a Tres Leches cake, but Patrice will think it's too ethnic. SMH ..Tim goes into protect mode once again. I love it sfm. Letting her know ‘Screw Patrice. If she has a problem with Tres leches or anything else for that matter she can answer to him.’ Side note anytime Eric says any Spanish word I wanna climb him like a tree. He says it with the right inflection and it’s sexy af. You know he learned all that from his wife and I love it. Feral Caitlin will cool down now but hot damn. Protective Tim and a slight accent with a Spanish word? Lord help me. Also in the black hoodie? He’s trying to kill me.

Angela replies really? Tim nods his head and says 'Hell yeah.' Then proposes to him with a cookie to be her man of honor baha I love this episode for them. He tells man of honor isn’t a thing...She says yes it is. Lets him know he’s only person who’s made her feel sane. That she needs him to get through this wedding. He caves and says fine hehe Angela tells him his first duty is to fire her current made of honor Gretchen LMAO His reply ‘What?! ‘ I’m rolling. I love this man so much.

We catch Lucy and Jackson at the station next day getting their war bags loaded. Lucy saying he got in late must’ve had a good time. He shows her the necklace they gave him. St. Michael. Patron saint of cops. Lucy looks jealous and asks if his parents will adopt her? Jackson immediately sensing something is wrong. He asks if she had trouble with her folks? Picking up on Tim’s habit of being a lying liar who lies. She isn’t truthful with him and he can see right through it. The concern written all over his face.

Angela invites Gretchen to the station to be fired by Tim. It’s too funny. Tim asks why she can’t fire her? She says she’s working a case and has to go. Tim calls her a coward when he see’s Gretchen arrive lol. Another fun piece of history for Tim. He was at Angela’s nieces quinceanera. It’s how he introduces himself to Gretchen seeing as they met there before. Love them being close enough friends for him to attend that.

Gretchen is legit eyeing him the entire scene. Her eyes checking him out up and down. Can’t blame her look at the man. He is a sight to behold. Low key hits on him asking him if wants to make a little extra cash as the stripper? LMAO Too bad Lucy isn’t around to see this interaction. He always gets so flustered when someone does. I swear he doesn’t know the gorgeous creature he is when they do this.

Tim tells her she’s been fired from MOH. His cute little look when he says Angela picked him to be her man of honor. He’s happy to do it for her but doesn’t want anyone to hear it....lol You think she’s gonna be mad. Nope just relieved. Telling Tim it’s been a nightmare. Pulls out this massive book of ‘Patrice’s picks’ and the anti-anxiety meds that come with it. My god. Also the phone just for wedding needs. Tim’s face is hilarious he looks so very overwhelmed.

Lucy and Jackson get to end their day on a high note. They were able to link up with Nolan/Harper on their OP. Rescued a little girl and got her safely back to her mom. This scene is so validating for Lucy. Reminding her despite what her parents think this is her calling. That this is the right path for her and she’s helping people like she wanted to. May not be the way her parents approve but she is. Grey telling them that little girl wouldn't be here without their hard work. They're being put up for an award too from Grey as well. That is the icing on the cake for her in this scene. She needed this after that horrible fight with her mother.

We find Tim and Angela on the rooftop walking toward something. She asks him what he’s doing? He tells her ‘Being your man of honor.’ They walk up to a trashcan that has the 'Patrice picks' book in it. He tells her he has one job. Give her the wedding she wants. He douses it all in the lighter fluid. Hands her the lighter and asks if she cares to do the honors? Then Angela praises him and calls him amazing.

He could not be cuter when she says this to him. Being Tim he deflects it with sarcasm saying ‘All the time.’ Ha! It’s much different than the smile we get out of him in 5x13 when Lucy calls him amazing. But it is different when the love of your life calls you that vs your bestie. Still I love this for him. The Patrice phone rings and Angela tosses it in the fire. Tim has them step back cause the battery in it is gonna explode LOL Such a damn cute episode for Tim I can not stand it.

Best part of the episode for Lucy is this next scene. I love Jackson so very much for his loyal and loving friendship. Also for how he handles this whole thing. Knowing something is off with her. He called her mom and was told what her mom said. Tells Lucy he told her mom if she didn’t apologize to her she wasn’t going to set foot in their apartment again. Such a good friend. That’s a true blue bestie right there.

Then he follows it up with something even sweeter. Handing her a jewelry case saying this was from the West family. To remind her there are people out there who are proud of her. Proud of what she’s accomplished. I’m melting this is so damn sweet. I might get a cavity. He helps her put it on. Then tells her he’s taking her to dinner. For baseball steaks. She asks if they can do sushi instead? LOL Jackson easily concedes and says ‘Deal.’ He'll do whatever she wants.

Jackson takes care of Lucy so well. Filling that role until Tim is ready to step in and take his place. He would’ve been SO SO happy for her and Tim. To see Lucy be taken care of and treated like a Queen. Which she so very much deserves. To see her properly loved and happy. Makes me emotional thinking he’ll never get to see how happy Tim has made her.

Such a good episode even though Chenford were apart their SL’s separately were so good. What makes them so great. Can have amazing SL’s even when apart. Although I prefer them together heh.

Side notes-Non chenford

Getting to see Capt Anderson in their graduation flash back. My heart. I miss her.

The flashbacks to them at school were every cute. Lucy kicking ass in their combat classes. Of course she did. Nolan even commenting 'Think twice before taking on recruit Chen’ Obviously.

Nolan had a SL but I didn’t care about it until it involved Jackson and Lucy 😂

Thank you as always to those to like, comment, reblog and support these reviews. They’ve helped me a lot getting through this extended hiatus. I hope they’ve been helping you all as well. Shall see you in 3x11 :)

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Day 2 of Radioapple trick or treat week!

This time with gross candied apples!

Sweet AND savory

Day 2 ----->ᶜᵃⁿᵈⁱᵉᵈ ᵃᵖᵖˡᵉˢ/ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧 ✏ 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬

To be honest, I had no idea what to do with this one but still, I have even more writing block when it comes to the other prompt thus I didn't really had the choice lmao.

So yeah welcome to this very ooc, fluffy and silly one-shot with whatever the fuck this plot is ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ all I can say is "idk they bicker and love each other"

There's isn't really a trigger warning here just blood probably idk

Enjoy it please I know it's awfully bad but really I beg you-

Also

I was too lazy to Google any recipes on how to make an in quote perfect/proper candied apples as I just based myself on what me and my cousin have made once with measuring based on our ancestors' feelings thus it's more tangulu than candied apples lol sorry not sorry. Plus the recipe isn't there. Again. Sorry not sorry.

Oh and to add, Husk is malagasy because I want to

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Alastor was never the one to be known for appreciating sweets or delicacies that had to do with sugar.

For insistance, whenever Lucifer would cook his famous duck shaped pancakes or when Husk would made his sweet and spicy alcoholic drinks, he would usually coats his own part with vinegar ("vinegar?? Vinegar OF ALL THINGS??" Sometimes Vaggie would say, completely flabbergasted by his lack of taste) or salt, his tooth not used to candy or sugary cream.

And, as you could see, despite being judged for those horrendous mixes, Alastor supported more the concoction than it was originally.

"The dude upstairs be damned if that freak would even wants a block of sugar in his bitter old ass coffee." Husk grumbled slightly, cleaning off a few bottles of booze that was laying on the counter while Angel, still half asleep yet glued on his phone, nodded absently, his finger instinctively muting every messages Valentino kept sending him which was almost every two minutes.

"C'mon Husky, Smiles's just that of a picky eater that's all. I mean, yeah sure this dude eats pancakes with liver. Liver! But-! He isn't that horrible once you know the context-"

"Didn't he put pepper in your homemade Pana Cotta when you have made one that time?" Husk asked as he couldn't hide the smug grin when he was Angel's grip on his phone getting tighter while a vein was threatening to pop up just above his frowning eyebrows and clenched smile.

"It's__!" Angel started but then his teeth clenched before he sighed dramatically, his four arms limping on the counter. Husk couldn't help but move out one of it delicately, cringing a bit at the recently cleaned up counter.

Then Angel broke. "No but you're right! I really don't understand this guy- how? HOW?? How can you be SO repulsed of something that isn't salty or spicy?? Fuck, even when it's about sex Smile's not even that iffy towards it-!" The spider complained, frowning deeply all the way.

Husk raised an eyebrow with slight Inquisitor at him while sorting a few bottles of whisky and wine from a recent delivery from one of the overlord of the pride ring that specialized himself in alcoholic drinks. The four armed demon was about to continue his ramblings until someone else piped in, their voice groggy.

"Technically Alastor's libido is pretty much a fifty fifty. Or a roulette wheel. I know from experience."

Completely ignoring his own double edged words, Lucifer sat on the other disponible chair next to Angel quite heavily, his six wings hanging lazily from his back as they almost reach the ground but the monarch didn't even seemed to mind it the slightest. He slightly rubbed his face out of tiredness as Angel's eyes widened a bit but soon his flirty and smug persona came back as he leaned furthermore to the counter, much to Husk's disagreement as the cat demon's tail puffed slightly.

"Hey there short king ~" He purred out, waggling his fingers at Lucifer. The devil, at first, frog blinked slowly until he realized that Angel was hitting on him as he coughed up suddenly, laughing awkwardly as he pulled slightly his sleeveless turtleneck.

"UHM ANYWAY- You two were talking about Al right?" The king immediately changed the subject. Angel got even more confused ans pretended to pout when Husk chuckled at his failed attempt at getting interesting results.

The cat demon was the one to answer him.

"I've been on his leash for more than a decade now and yet he still somehow manage to impress me each time he tried to "soothe down" a sweet dish. Le alika maty tena, one time he put sauce in my mofo akondro, that was a really low blow." Husk added in as Angel couldn't help but whistle, knowing that Husk, despite swearing like an old sailor, would rarely use his native language to insult ever even for something mundane.

Lucifer, like the being he was, obviously knew and spoke malagasy and he couldn't help but be even more surprised, knowing Husk rarely use his native language to insult.

"Wait what he does that now?? I knew that he really hates anything related to sugar but this seems a bit extreme-!"

"Isn't that weird too that this fucker do like cooking? I'm still surprised he didn't poisoned all of us until now" Angel said, actually getting wary at the realization but Lucifer waved his hand around as Husk shook his head to confirm that the spider's suspicions were useless.

"He ain't going do that. Cooking is actually one of his passions plus he ain't that clueless, he knows that people are not that allergic to sweets like him." Husk argued back, even him telling that information felt weird on his tongue but it was true, Alastor knows that he was the only one in the hotel that was so repulsed of anything other than salt or spicy.

He would have shocked Husk if it wasn't for the fact that Alastor was just full of salt himself.

During the small conversation, Lucifer pondered on his own and couldn't help but slightly rolls his eyes in tiredness even though it was morning already. He knew about his husband's loath for anything sugary, he was already used to it when Alastor would put deer liver in between pancakes to lessen down its savor or drink his dark coffee with nothing else but the devil had to admit that this was just too much!

Something, Lucifer was actually convinced that this guy's doberman like taste was actually the main reason why he went in Hell, not the murders and the cannibalism or whatnot.

"-Plus Charlie wanted me to hang a few decorations with her and Vag. After all, it has been a while since I even celebrated Halloween." Husk admitted as he shuffled a few tarot cards on his own as Angel titled his head to the side, those rare calm expression on his face that were only reserved to the cat bartender shown as he slowly nodded his head before raising an eyebrow.

"Really?"

Husk shrugged.

"I've only done famadihana when I was a kid, don't know if that counts."

Lucifer didn't minded that the two didn't aknowledged him, in fact, he didn't felt the need to be seen on the current but upon hearing the oh so familiar therm of Samhain that regular people would use differently, he perked up slightly.

When Charlie was just barely a 5 feet tall naphil, Halloween was her favorite holiday and day of the year, mainly because Lucifer would usually told her about how the gape between humans and them demons would meet each other without discord or chaos. Of course, it was stupid to think that way especially when during the time Charlie was a toddler, humans would rather torture and brainwash their own kind if they were queers or just left-handed. Sending a pale child whose friends were goats plushies during the Victorian era would have probably made polemic and she would mainly ended up in an horrible church disguised as a rehabilitation center than with friends going to school while munching on apple slices.

And then people wondered why Lucifer didn't liked humans, especially less sinners but a few were an exception.

Now, unfortunately, he didn't knew anymore if it was still her favorite time of the year but upon hearing the familiar words again, it seemed that it was unchanged until now.

That information made him smile warmly and furthermore when one thing led to another.

It has been eons since he hasn't made his famous candied apples!

He remembered when Charlie would be crazy about those sweet things and he himself would be more than thrilled to cook those delicacies just for her. After all, even if Lucifer would not be that such of a great cook aside from his iconic pancakes (was the devil even know for his flour and syrup? Meh at least he was known in the hotel for this and there weren't even that many of patrons here), Lucifer's second most favorite was making those delicacies topped with melted caramel and in some times edible glitters.

"Did she thought about celebration Halloween or not?" He suddenly asked out loud, only now realizing that he actually didn't listened to their conversation, a guilty feeling gnawing in his guts.

Both Angel and Husk looked at the devil before the smaller demon shrugged, unsure.

"She didn't confirmed yet if she really wants or not."

"Well knowing our lil ray of sunshine, the reason she wouldn't accept would be probably because of the fact she's constantly busy as a nun during vespers." Angel added.

Lucifer faltered slightly. Well, that not really the answer he hoped but at least he still had a bit of glimmer that he would have an excuse to cook again and now for a wider range.

Oh well! Technically now he had an excuse!

Again, without knowing, he bid farewell to the two as he vanished in a red mist as Angel also had an unexpected filming where he needed as a major role, leaving Husk again with a counter that he just barely cleaned who now had glitters on it.

Husk sighed deeply.

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Early that day, the sin of Pride stood in front of the kitchen, his hands on his hips and a determined expression on his face while contemplating all around.

Today, he got up early to make those delicious snacks he used to make, hoping that his mind wouldn't play any tricks against him such as forgetting essential parts.

But he was lucky! He wasn't known for being the one with a clownfish memory! Details were hard but he could still keep in mind important matters.

Like his fall for example.

Ouch.

But anyway, this wasn't the main topic Lucifer was thinking about his famous candied apples. Without waiting furthermore, he summoned with a snap of fingers all the ingredients and the necessary ustensils he needed.

Taking a deep breath while tighting furthermore the apron around his waist, he stood in front of the kitchen counter, darting his gaze around.

"Let's see..." He thought to himself, rummaging through the tidied mess as he landed on the bright red apples. He smiled widely before he remembered a detail that almost made his face drop.

Oh yeah. Alastor.

Lucifer facepalmed as he grunted in annoyance at the realization. Of course his dumbass of a husband, like the weird ass cryptid he was, would be the exception! There's no way he was Lucifer was going to let him put a gizzard or deer blood on his sweets. It was his dish after all!

Suddenly, he perked up as an idea sprouted in his mind. Well, if Alastor wasn't able to put those horrendous mixes in Lucifer's concoction... Then Lucifer will be the one doing those horrendous mixes!

That sicken him slightly but it was better than having a heart attack when someone else do it.

Well, changes of plan! He WAS going to make those candied apples and for an annoying exigeant Bambi, a version with more savory taste.

Thus started a whole operation in the kitchen that was divided in two, one side of the counter being filled with sugar, melter butter and butterscotch while the other had blood from who knows where coated with smells like pepper or sauce.

The devil breathed out heavily, wiping his sweaty forehead with his arm as he admired with pride the plate with the bright, sparkling fruits that were put on it topped off with still fresh caramel alongside with edible, shiny glitters. Then, his gaze darted to the other plate who looked more like a poor representation of what foods look like from a 5 stars restaurant.

The key words were poor representation.

BUT if he had to be honest, Lucifer was surprised that Alastor's part was okay ish and actually something alright?? Well- the coagulated blood topped with sesame was probably a churn sensation for delicate stomach bur Alastor's was definitely concrete thus he wouldn't mind it.

He just hoped that the smell would not be unbearable for the others, because eating something sweet with the scent of cooked steak wasn't probably the best feeling.

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"Oh my gosh dad you really didn't had to!" Charlie's enthusiastic voice rang out, already full of emotions as Vaggie raised an eyebrow, curious, at the frozen syrupy apple that she was holding before she took a small, tentative bite and soon her eye instantly gleamed.

"Wow it's actually good-!" The fallen exorcist added and couldn't help but take another, smiling furthermore when she caught a bit of liquid butterscotch with it.

Lucifer couldn't help but also bust his chest in joy and satisfaction, seeing that his desserts were a success for everyone who either shares because of the size of the fruit or it's excessive yet enjoyable sweetness and crunchiness.

The short king looked around, his heart swelling even more when he saw the bright, giddy expression on Charlie's face just like when she was still a child as she told the other hotel's residents about some memories she had with her pa' and then in general.

"It seems that everyone is quite enjoying your delicacies apparently" A familiar radio filled voice suddenly rang in as Lucifer felt a presence materializing next to him.

He didn't needed to turn his head to know that Alastor was looking at the candied apples with a hint of disdain. Lucifer chuckled slightly.

"Well it has been a while I didn't spoiled charlie or even anyone with snack so I decided to prepare something" Lucifer explained, shrugging.

Alastor simply hummed.

The two, for the smallest of seconds, just stood next to each other, enjoying in certain degrees the sight of either Charlie holding Vaggie's hand while she was discussing with Cherri or Nifty, high on sugar, fastly crawling around while Angel tried his best to hold her in place with Husk slightly snickering at the interaction. After a few ephemeral moments, Lucifer spoke up, his tone smug yet a spike of uncertainty flared up alongside.

"How was your version of candied apples though?"

"If your version of candied apples was putting anything that was my liking then you should probably reevaluate your cooking skills" Alastor said casually, his permanent smile getting wider when Lucifer hit him on the shoulder.

"Hey! I'm not the one who's so repulsed by sugar I need to tone it down with spice!" The king argued back, revolted as such words. Alastor only barked out a laugh.

"Well technically I like sugar-"

"Say what now?" Lucifer deadpanned at him, already preparing himself to shake Alastor as a result of his efforts to make something at least potable for Alastor. The deer raised an eyebrow.

"-But! I'm not the kind of indulge myself in it."

Lucifer raised an eyebrow at him.

"... So you don't like sugar."

"Indubitably."

Lucifer sighed, massaging his forehead but then Alastor continued, his tone more sincere now.

"Still, I appreciated your efforts into making sure your dish is adequate to my tastes. Really." The deer added as his husband's eyes widened a bit at the aveu before he smiled back at him, a snort almost leaving his mouth.

"Well, that's something I didn't knew you would s-"

"The venison was horrible though."

Lucifer this time didn't hesitated as he hit, this time harder, Alastor who couldn't help but cackle, Charlie looking at the two from afar, still smiling at their interactions.

Maybe she shouldn't tell her father that she smelled the blood on a few apples, he seemed happy enough.

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Holy shit I went past day one what a miracle! 😱😱😱😦😦😦😦 /Hj

Anyway again sorry for any shitty writing it will happen again.

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Hi, hope this is alright to send! Just a few random headcanon questions for Red because I've been thinking about her and Angry again lately:

In a context where she has opportunity for such things - either in the world of her main verse or a modern setting - what kind of hobbies do you see Red enjoying? How would she spend her spare time?

How does Red feel about the way that Angry so often will talk 'for' her? Does she sometimes appreciate it when Angry speaks on her behalf, or does she wish that she wouldn't? Or does it depend on the context, are there some situations where she's happier with Angry doing it than others?

Do you think Red and Angry would have talked about their pre-meeting backstories with each other at all? Or would they be more likely to just have a mutual "I won't ask about yours if you don't ask about mine" thing going on between them?

probably don't need to preface this post but going to anyways that obviously these thoughts pertain to my version of red, with my backstory and musings. idk if there's still any other red rpers out there but due to my canon divergency, there are certainly things that won't align with canon/other depictions of her. so yeah, just my mini disclaimer which i don't think needed to be said, but i said it anyways lmao!

for the first question, i'm gunna kind of answer in a way that applies to both her main verse and a modern setting. i've always seen her as enjoying minor gardening and baking. she has a sweet tooth, so she absolutely enjoys crafting a variety of pastries and cakes that she can indulge in if given the opportunity. a little sugar gremlin, if you will. but she also really likes sweet fruits, so she'll put together things with berries as much as things with chocolates. she loves gardening in a small capacity. there's not much interest in, say, an entire greenhouse, but she would love to have a few flower and herb beds. she's actually a fan of their colors and the life they can bring to a location. the smells and flavors are also great aspects of them.

both of the above allow her to have some quiet, thoughtful moments. allow her to focus and work with precision, skill, but also some creativity and adventure. she likes having instructions but not instructions that are so strict that there isn't a way to really push the limits and attempt new combinations of flavors and colors.

other things i could see her into are a variety of certain sports. i could see her liking tennis and then something like karate or taekwondo. a measure of her aim and finesse. using her speed and ability to read opponents to get the upper hand. tennis she would prefer singles, but i could see her doing doubles. sports that at most have a partner but not a full team. i could see her getting too frustrated when the numbers of people start getting too big. harder to communicate with so many and beginning to feel the anxiety of pressure and expectations. but having a partner - someone she can learn the ins and outs with - is more attainable. she's not a solo person at heart really, it's just easier for her to manage.

in modern she's totally a parkour person lol.

i'm sure there's some other things i could pull out with more thought and exploration, but these are the major things that jump out to me when i imagine her having time on her own or going to for fun.

for angry speaking for red, it's a context thing. red genuinely struggles to speak to adults due to the trauma she had. while she speaks to angry, even then it is still short and sometimes withheld. it's almost physically painful for her to try and converse at times, so when angry speaks for her, sometimes it's actually a saving grace, and it's not like angry doesn't understand her. the two have enough of a connection that often there's agreement over matters. angry has the wits and cunning in terms of talking, so red prefers to let her handle it. it gets them out of situations, it helps them acquire what they need or want... it can make ordeals, situations, and circumstances far simpler for red because tackling her own exploding anxiety can push her too hard at times.

however there are certainly moments she despises what angry speaks for her. they're not identical in interests and goals, after all, and there are moments i do believe angry takes advantage of red or even looks down upon her because of her unwillingness to speak for herself. i feel like it's clear angry sees herself as the leader, and thus she wants to make the decisions and obtain outcomes her way or what she wants even if she perfectly knows it will make red uncomfortable or unhappy. but, of course, the full blame can't always be put on angry. there are opportunities that red just... doesn't let her friend know what she truly seeks. so angry thinks she's speaking for them both when that's not the case. red becomes agitated and may or may not express her displeasure with angry later, when it's usually too late to change it all anyways. but the more red bottles herself up, preferring to keep things simple between them rather than hash it out, the more it actually hurts their relationship as red does have moments of resentment towards angry. all these locked up things eventually lead to her exploding, and without healthy communication, red can view angry as no better than the adults who always spoke over her growing up.

but again, this isn't entirely on angry. even if red struggles with chatting at any capacity, she could still find ways to express herself or try and compromise with angry, but she continues to roll over for the most part and usually lets angry win. it's a power imbalance that red leaves herself exposed to because that's what she's always been accustomed to. just being the one who doesn't get to choose or express herself. it's why she's selectively mute.

for pre meeting backstories, i think it's both. aka, i think they know the basics, but there are details the two haven't exactly sat and hashed out. angry most likely because she's stubborn and wants to be seen as the strong, leader type ( this is my perspective, of course, anything i say about angry here is ultimately up to you or whoever interprets her, but for my own sake these are how i approach her with red in non-angry-involved threads ). i bet she's admitted pieces to red ( in my take, generic angry endured a bad foster system, so red knows angry went through the foster system, and maybe has heard a handful of stories about the families or people involved, but never been told anything super in depth ). and all red's provided is that her parents weren't very nice and so red ran away. with a few other minor details shared on occasion. enough to establish the thread between them of we're in this together, we won't give up on each other, but not enough to where they can sort out their problems and thoughts easily quite yet, as they've both still got a lot of communication problems to work on.

@outoftheirdifferences

[crazysnor1ax]

Do you have any more headcanons? I would love to see them and you seem to love sharing them!

Yeah absolutely!!! Round two!!

Maxwell

He’s actually really close with Jack, despite how far they lived from each other. They wrote each other letters frequently while Max was still William, so-to-speak.

Max was the fun uncle! He’d bring Abby and Wendy small gifts every time he’d visit.

Relating to the above headcanon, he was devastated when he had to bring them into the Constant, but part of him was okay with it because he knew he could give Wendy Abby back. He was happy that she was finally happy again.

Has a raging sweet tooth

He’s actually a pretty good cook, but lost his spark once the fame and the Codex got to him. Sometimes he’ll comment on Warly’s cooking and ask him how he did it, to the confusion and amazement of other survivors

This one needs a lot of explanation so bear with me: in the movie Klaus, there’s a scene with these two families that are supposed to hate each other. One mom brings the other freshly picked berries as a sort of aggressive act of kindness, and the mom of the other family returns it by making the other family a berry pie. That whole situation is Maxwell and Willow’s relationship; they act like they don’t like each other but are actually decently good friends. Though they don’t let their past actions together influence them, it HAS brought them together

WX-78

Like everyone else I headcanon they used they/them as a human

Actually really likes Wendy! They admire her apathy and “realism” towards life. They act like they don’t care for her but every other survivor notices the abnormal amount of time they spend with her

Is easily the smartest one in the entire group of survivors next to Wickerbottom. Wilson envies their knowledge of machinery and they often mock him for his lack of such

The only human they truly trust is Winona, and she’s the only one they will allow to repair them when they can’t repair themself. They probably talk about machinery and engineering stuff a lot

They probably miss being able to indicate their tone with their voice lmao

Wickerbottom

Mom of the group

If the kids aren’t assisting the adults with anything, she will volunteer so fast to babysit them

Reads all the kids bedtime stories! Those that want them anyway *coughwendycough*

Speaking of which, she basically sees Wendy as her own grandkid

Spends a lot of time gardening with Wormwood

I imagine if she doesn’t have anything to do she likes to sew toys or blankets for the kids, should resources allow

We don’t talk about her relationship with Willow

Winona

Does not at all like to be separated from the other survivors. She will not do solo stuff, she has to have someone there with her. They don’t have to be doing the same thing she’s doing, but Winona likes having someone safe and sound beside her.

Isn’t the best with kids at all, but loves having them around

Has a surprisingly deep friendship with the Wickerbottom. They just like to chat about life a lot! I like to think that Winona doesn’t get much sleep herself in the Constant and has late night chats with Wick while she stays up

As protective as she is with others, she cannot wield an actual weapon to save her life and has to rely on her catapults or everyone else

[grapecaseschoices]

put “top 5” anything in my ask and i will answer ok go

Top 5 ocs of yours? I'm so curious 👀👀

LMAO. yall so cute <3 so good for my ego and self-esteem.

I've been creating ocs since I was like 14? 15?, bb. That's a lot LMAO. And that doesn't include one off characters from shows/books that I made my own when I played panfandom games. And if I were to do a somewhat honest list [lmao bc top five is genuinely hard.] I'd have to add ocs yall don't know.

But let's see. Um. In no order.

Tai Aeothryn: I don't even remember her. Don't even ask me to say her last name, because I made that SHIT UP. Tai started from a self-insert that became more energetic and meddling and pushy and etc than me. I played her in a Dark Hunters [yes, by Sherrilyn Kenyon] group. Totally lied about my age to get in [DON'T DO THIS KIDS!] and her FC was that actress from Passions. ROFLMAO. This is so funny, because I DON'T remember a lot but so much is coming back to me. ROFLMAO. Psychic damage right now. Tai was 19. And partially Haitian. BECAUSE OF COURSE! [Even tho her FC wasn't.] She was short and mouthy and probably could've done with more fear. She was probably the prototype of a lot of my OCs. She had a few cute nicknames that I don't recall. I know one was 'the Meddler' and I think the other was 'imp'?

So, Ima admit. I very much had a HP phase. A lot of my rp time was HP. It wasn't where I started [see above] but it is where i did most of my writing/met a lot of the people I still write with. THAT. SAAAAID. One OC that ended up surviving That Time was Maxwell B. He had too many surnames, one being Bianchi. How do I solve a problem like Max? Max was charming. I don't usually like to call my characters charming because I feel it's a matter of perspective. If I can get you to feel a character I see/hope will be charming as charming, then job well done. But Max was CHARMING. I feel in an olden days, people would call Max a knave or a rapascallion, but in an 'oh, you!!' sort of way. But the thing is, the most important thing, is Max wasn't half as charming as HE believed himself to be. He was a silly guy. And he knew it. It was part of his personality but it was also on purpose. He was "lazy" and a bit of a prankster, and seemingly, didn't take a lot of thing seriously, so don't go taking him seriously. Which often lead to underestimation of his character and his values [both a matter of his fault and people not looking beyond the surface]; but he was a flirt who was very respectful of boundaries and other's relationships, he was extremely loyal, and while not entirely book smart he was very observant and intelligent. I miss Max a lot sometimes. [Max while not the prototype, he was the culmination of previous prototypes lmao. I haven't done a character like him in a minute tho. Amos and Ferryn are the closest but Amos is an asshole. And Ferryn is -- not a good person. And Max was GOOD. I also don't play either a lot, lmao.]

Andy Yasar.

Kendis [in all their variations]

I don't know who I would give the fifth spot to. There are OCs who I still roll in my head and who's dynamics and exploration still mean a lot to me [like Mason and Desiree, that I still tag. And Mason was proto-Irvin in a sense]. Others whose names I don't remember but who still gut punch me [I don't remembeer my own ocs names werw lmao. I don't remember any names]. However, I think I would have to give this to Spencer

Spencer, I've played in various forms. I loved her because she was basically my bitter, grizzled white man in a young woman's body. She had the daddy issues, the sarcasm, the dislike for socializing, the sharp brain. But she also CARED about her job and was SOFT with like the three [mostly one] people she cared about. She had scars physical and interal, but she still wanted to help people. She had a wicked sweet tooth, lmao. Lollipops were her cigarette. I kind of miss her. I want to write her somewhere but I can never quite get her to fit.

[javiersprincess]

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐘 𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀

a/n: megumi n reader are 18 - this is in the summer before they go off to college, toji is present in megumi’s life but he comes and goes and gojo is megumi’s activie guardian and who he stays with

sum: megumi finds himself unable to exist without you - 100 years could pass and he’d find himself here always thinking of you.

warning: minors dni, m. masturbation, fem reader. reader isn’t exactly a bimbo just naive and unaware of things LMAO megumi’s delinquency is mentioned and reader’s bullying is. virgin reader - no corruption but corruption is mentioned. let me know if i missed something

megumi can’t define when he fell in love with you - he really can’t. maybe its when you showed up in a purple sweater, lilac specifically. and that redefined what he favorite color was.

maybe when you came over for the first time in middle school and gave his shitty, scary dad a weed and called it a sunflower.

you and him where always together - him your shadow with fair skin and inky hair. and you his firefly, soft and glowing and always floating around him. he wonders if anyone else sees it too, the softness engraved his words when he talks to you and the tenderness in his roughed knuckles that he uses to wipe the tears from your cheeks after the cruel things you peers say to you.

all things changed in highschool, senior year. you were a month older than him and winter bleed to spring, then summer and something shifted both in you and the boy megumi once was. puberty came like cinderella’s fairy godmother and with a few swishes of her wand you went from girl to woman with a blink of an eye, but not just for megumi’s eyes.

he remembers how your peers would snicker and tease you about your appearance - your separated teeth then your braces but now that you’ve blossomed from the bud of purity and bloomed into the pristine petals of the white camellia more eyes are drawn to you than megumi feels comfortable with.

you don’t see the way the eyes of others leer at you, following the sway of your hips in your skirts that seem to grow shorter by the day. maybe it’s his fault, megumi thinks as he lies in his childhood bed, pants to his knees and hand around his cock. maybe he shouldn’t have been so overprotective and resolute - maybe then you’d learn what it does to others when your a step above him and he can see the gusset of your panties (stripped in dreaded lilac) wrap around your cunt as your skirt rides higher and higher with every moment.

back when then consequences of your naivety would be a scraped knee or troubled stomach he thought you being the way you are would be fine - head filled with cotton candy and the plush of stuffed animals who just don’t think of the other possibilities that trail after them like a thirsty man after water. but now that the body of yours has grown - the plush of your thighs and the swell of your breast are sweet and gentle and your lips plush and glossed seem to get you in more trouble than it’s worth.

part of him hates it, the near constant push and pull you two dance - have danced for years. he pumps his cock, twisting at the head as pre dribbles down. he hisses, black strands sticking to his forehead. he hates how you are blind and ignorant of how people look at you - how he feels about you. memories play in his head like a stream. you tooth achingly sweet stripped panties, your glossed lips wrapping around the straw of the cherry ICEE you shared with him. hell, even the way you whispered his name after he came to you from a fight.

he can’t quell the groan when he thinks about it - the high pitched, near breathless sigh of his name as you reached and took his bruised cheek in your soft hand. he wonders if you’d be as sweet when he has you in your ivory bed, thighs spread and panties to the side. would say him his name with such sweetness then? hand splayed over the plush of your stomach and gazing at the sweet petals of your cunt, playing with your pearl and bringing his fingers inside of you?

or maybe such a divine sound would be made when he enters you for the first time, breeching the tight walls of your cock and pressing in so deep you whisper his name with your chest pressed to his and drool coating your lips as your gaze grows cloudy and misty from tears. you’d be a tight fit, he finds himself thinking, hand slick and messy from how he milks his cock with you in his eyes.

megumi’s eyes roll and presses his mouth to the pillow next to him as he feels his balls twitch as he fantasies grow. he wants to taste your lipgloss and watch the black of your mascara trek down your adorable cheeks. he wants to feel your slick drip down to his balls and have it’s tackiness stick to his hips.

he wants you, he needs you.

the muffled syllables of your name spill from his lips followed by the whine megumi lets out, high and soft as he watches with lidded eyes as his cum spurts and dribbles out, spilled over his calloused fingers and scarred knuckles.

he wishes it was in your cunt instead.

sighing he leans back into the mattress, arched back relaxing to a line once more. bringing a hand to his eyes he groans, low and defeated by how embarrassed he is at how you enchant him. the clock reads 1:00 am and he flushes at how he has to face your sweet eyes again after tonight.

tiredness heavies his eyes and he finds himself falling asleep with the fist that didn’t nt tug at his cock wrapped in the sweater you left last brings it closer to him. the scent of your perfume creeps into his nose and he mutters your name - longingly, yearningly.

he falls to slumber with his body aching again for you, maybe for forever.

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Singing In The Rain

Pairing: Elliot (Euphoria) x Reader

Summary: Elliot shares a cute moment with his girlfriend out in the rain one night after walking home from a party.

Warnings: Literally nothing but swearing. It's tooth rotting sweet.

A/n: I wrote this in tears lmao

Elliot swings our hands between us as our shoes slap against the blacktop, a small hum leaving his lips. The stars are bright above us, along with the full moon, just the sound of passing cars and crickets chirping filling the air around us.

We were both tired from the party that we had just left, the hours and hours of dancing making our bodies sore and the copious amounts of different types of alcohol consumed making our minds spin.

But we were happy nonetheless, a giddy smile on my lips as I bump my shoulder with his. He sends me a toothy grin, his arms pulling me into him as I tilt my chin upwards. His eyes are twinkling in adoration as my cheek heat up. He gently places a kiss on my lips, a small gasp leaving my throat at the feeling.

Kissing Elliot would always be the thing that made me the absolute weakest, his lips slotting against mine like they were made to be there. At this point, with how in love I am with him, I prayed that they were meant to be there for the rest of our lives. I wanted more time like this, time with him, our bodies pressed against each other, my heartbeat ringing loudly in my ears. The adrenaline rush that came from kissing him, being this close to him, I needed it for the rest of my life.

He pulls away from me slowly, his lips lingering on mine as he chuckles.

"I feel really high." He giggles breathlessly, my eyes rolling playfully at his words. I could tell he was beyond zooted, his pupils blown and eyelids sagged. He still looks beyond handsome, his lips fanning out into a sweet smile. "Not too high though because I can still recognize my amazingly hot, sexy, gorgeous- all the synonyms really- girlfriend." He smirks goofily, a small laugh leaving my lips as I wrap my arms around his waist.

Feeling a raindrop on my forehead, my eyes squint as I look up into the dark sky. It took a few more drops on my skin for the fact to be solidified though. It was definitely sprinkling, Elliot's eyes looking up to the cloud above us.

"Oh shit!" Elliot giggles as he takes his hand in mine, pulling me further down the street as the rain picks up. It's pretty much pouring within a moments notice, the rain slapping against my skin as we run. My dress is soaked through at this point, same with Elliot's shirt. He just looks back and be with wide eyes and a happy smile, his arms pulling me against him once more. "Dance with me!" He cheers, his hands resting on my hips as my fingers slip around his neck.

He sways me back and forth with a smile, tucking his face into the crook of my neck to litter my skin with kisses. We had done this plenty of times before, dance that is, but never in a situation like this that seemed to make it ten times more intimate. The way our body's were soaking wet, pressed against one another as he hums quietly, it's perfect.

I would kill for forever with this boy.

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[diovstheworld]

Random La Squadra HCs (#1?)

just some things that come to mind about the guys that don’t fit into any other post 😭 sorry prosciutto and formaggio have so much more than the others omg. i would keep typing these but this has literally been in my drafts for months and i’m sick of looking at it 💀 i keep adding and if i don’t post now i never will (minor mentions of drugs and alcohol and slight swearing)

୨ ╭ ୨୧ ✦ ︶꒷꒦・⎯⎯・⎯⎯・₊ˎ✧๑

Risotto:

loves rain, specifically the sound of rain on the roof. he loves to just sit in silence (which is a rare occurrence) and listen to the sweet sounds of the rain pattering against the slate above

after a long day of hard work, risotto loves nothing more than relaxing with a cup of hot chocolate, headphones on, maybe even reading a book or the days newspaper

this guy has a shit ton of piercings and definitely has a few tattoos too

his guilty pleasure is watching soap operas. normally watches them with prosciutto while doing a face mask (prosciutto forced him into it but risotto loves it)

Ghiaccio:

loves nutella on his toast. literally the only thing he will have on his toast. he absolutely loves the stuff

honestly i think he actually would just have a really big sweet tooth

big fan of iced coffee. don’t know where this headcanon came from but it’s stuck in my brain now

massive gamer. also into comic books and figurines and stuff like I mentioned in a previous post

probably had braces when he was younger

if he does want a hot drink, he enjoys a nice cup of warm milk

Illuso:

huge astrology bitch. literally won’t shut up about it. i can definitely see him saying things like ‘that’s such a scorpio thing to do’, ‘you’re acting like such a virgo’, ‘let me guess, you’re a pisces?’. he will analyse the crap out of you once he learns your star sign etc.

loves crystals too. has a massive collection of them (i’ve kind of mentioned this headcanon before but i love it too much). often keeps a crystal in his pocket and it also often changes. normally brings a crystal that is good for luck and is 100% convinced this crystal is what makes him so good at what he does. he probably messed up once on a job when he didn’t have the crystal on him (which was totally just a coincidence) and now he doesn’t leave without one in his pocket.

also i think he deep down has a lot of insecurities and anxieties which he masks with the cocky attitude

loves cosy things like soft blankets and fluffy pyjamas <3

really good at drawing and painting

also really good at singing and playing guitar tbh

Prosciutto:

i think he would smoke (i’m a big fan of this headcanon honestly) but not just cigarettes. i could definitely see him smoking weed and having been a bit of a stoner kid back in his younger days.

mum friend of the group. honestly i think i didn’t have to say this one because i feel like a lot of people think this. constantly giving advice and pep talks even though no one asked for it lmao

favourite alcoholic drinks are red wine, espresso martinis and whiskey

favourite non-alcoholic drink is coffee for sure. the man is convinced he can’t function without a cigarette and a coffee in the morning

favourite fashion brands are gucci and prada! though he just is a big fan of fashion in general

i gave ghiaccio a breakfast preference and i have one for prosciutto too lmao. i think he would eat the thickest porridge. no one in the team can understand why he enjoys it this way and he never elaborates

i said this in a previous post but he’s definitely a big vinyl lover. loves the little crackling noise in between each track. it brings him a sense of comfort

a clean freak and a perfectionist. this applies to all parts of his life including his room and his looks

i think i’ve also said this but he definitely runs a fashion blog in his free time lmao

Formaggio:

another one who i definitely does drugs (definitely would do more than just weed in my opinion lmao)

i feel like he would be a pretty sporty guy and would like playing stuff like football and basketball (i’ve said this before whoops)

the joker of the group for sure. probably the kind of guy who can’t read the room and doesn’t know when a joke is appropriate or not

also the kind of guy who wishes he wasn’t always just seen as the silly goofy friend. my guy wants a break every now and then from the joker personality!

another guy who enjoys video games. and is actually very good at them

i know he shoved his cat in a bottle and all but i think he actually loves his cat a lot. probably prefers his cat over people half the time lmao

also, he would totally have freckles

this guy would do anything if you dare him to lmao

also loves telling dirty jokes

Melone:

the king of dirty jokes tbh. i feel like ghiaccio would get so annoyed lmao. but illuso and formaggio would crack up at them, they find them hilarious

a massive gamer! loves video games and loves playing them with ghiaccio

also a big movie enjoyer. invite him along to see any movie and he’ll be down!

and also a big fan of musicals. he loves to sing along to all the songs

speaking of which, he would also be a good singer just like illuso. and he would be the kind of person who knows the words to a song after listening to it once lmao

got the whole gang into ru paul’s drag race and they always watch it together. melone and illuso are normally critiquing all the contestants lmao

Pesci:

i think he would have quite a few food allergies (not dairy though, my boy loves his milk). but i think the other guys would be very considerate of this (probably because prosciutto warned them within an inch of their life to do so) and they always make food he can eat. on the odd occasion they don’t, they make sure there’s no cross contamination!

scared of thunderstorms. if there’s ever a thunderstorm, you better be protecting this boy. he hates the loud noises of the thunder so he’s normally seen wearing headphones or something to block out the noise

massive animal lover! big fan of formaggio’s cat, can normally be seen giving the cat some sneaky treats here and there

another warm milk enjoyer

slime videos are his guilty pleasure

[dxncingwithastrxnger]

Sweater Weather [18+] (Bucky Barnes x Male!Reader)

A/N: Hey, guys!! Finally getting this out, ahah. This is being posted way later than I wanted it to be, but oh well. I hope it was worth the wait, guys!! Especially since a lot of the end bits were written at 3am while I was becoming very sleepy (AKA right now as I'm posting this, lmao). Either way, I hope you guys like it!!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Male!Reader

Summary: It’s a quiet, rainy day when Bucky returns home from the store in the early afternoon and he’s not sure how they’ll pass the drawn out day. His boyfriend decides they’ll pass the time by putting Bucky’s sweet tooth to good use.

Song Inspiration: youtube.com/watch?v=0X3aff20Hmw

Tags: Explicit sexual content, minors dni please, cursing, birdfeeding (a drink directly from one mouth to the other), foodplay (rootbeer float), finger sucking, anal fingering, rimming, praise kink, slight degradation, metal arm kink, biting, marking kink, some choking/breathplay, a few d/s dynamics, safe words, bit of cockwarming towards the end, and much sweetness ;)

Word Count: 3,119

Not beta'd, all mistakes and errors are my own.

"Babe, I'm home!" Bucky calls out as he enters the apartment, walking into the kitchenette.

He puts his keys on the hook by the door as he passes and then sets the grocery bags on the counter, getting out the eggs and the milk. He goes about putting the groceries away, starting with things that need to go in the fridge and freezer. A few minutes have passed now and he's a little confused. Where were you?

"(Y/N)? You home?" He took off his jacket and placed it over the back of the couch, taking out his phone as he walked towards the bedroom that the two of you share, checking to see if he missed any messages or calls from you.

As he was reaching out to open the door, the door opened from the inside, revealing you on the other side of it. Bucky, who was looking down towards your feet, slowly trailed his eyes up your body as he slide his phone back into his pocket, taking in your outfit. Or lack of one, was more like it. You were wearing nothing but white knee high socks and a his tan colored sweater that stopped only an inch or two right above your knees.

He sucked in a breath. "Fuck," He cursed quietly.

You smirked at him, sucking on the end of a spoon. "Hey there, James," His name was drawn out lazily.

He noticed the glass in your hand and raised an eyebrow at you. "Whatcha got there, sweetheart?" He nods his head at it.

"Root beer float. I was craving one." You stated matter-of-factly, taking a step forward and pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, placing the spoon back in the cup.

"And you didnt make me one?" He questioned distractedly, eyes raking over you once more.

"I thought we could share," You purr lightly, your voice full of meaning that you knew he would understand.

He curses under his breath as he catches your eyes and sees the lust and desire in them, his own now mirroring the same. Then he leans down, eyes still locked on yours the whole time, taking a sip of the soda in your cup, some of the vanilla foam catching on his lip. He straightens back up and then closes the distance between the two of you, leaning in and slowly pressing his lips to yours as you melt against him.

He pushes your mouth open gently, already having your full compliance, and allows the drink you had assumed he swallowed slip into your mouth instead. A whimper falls from your lips at the sudden act that he quickly swallows as he deepens the kiss, bringing his flesh hand up to the back of your neck and holding your head as it tilts back.

He pulls back as he gently pushes you farther into the room, closing the door behind him. "I think that's something we can work out, doll." He says huskily. He then takes his right thumb and slides it across the rim of your glass, collecting some of the foam that's there. He brings his hand up to your face and cradles your cheek, his sticky, sweet thumb tracing the outline of your lips before pushing between them and into your mouth.

You moan softly around his thumb as you suck on it, tongue swirling, trying to collect every bit of the sweetness on his skin. He groans softly as he watches you, his eyes dark and pupils blown wide. You suck harder and bite at his thumb, watching his reaction. His eyelids fall to half mast as he tugs his thumb away from your teeth and out of your mouth, dragging out your bottom lip and then trailing his saliva covered thumb over your chin and then under, trailing down your neck as you tilt your head back, closing your eyes and breathing hard.

"Shit." You muttered, aching for him.

He chuckles darkly, pressing his thumb against your adam's apple. "Look at you," He says as you gasp, a mocking tone in his voice. "I've barely done anything and you're already about to burst, babydoll."

"I've needed you all day," You whine softly, bringing your head back down as he pulls his hand away from your neck. "I've been waiting for you to get home so that you could help me out." You admit as you take his hand and guide it down between your legs, your need for him still covered by your boxers and his sweater.

"Yeah, baby?" He asks, leaning forward and sucking the spot behind your ear roughly as he slides his hand under the sweater and palms you through your boxers. "Need me to fill you up and fuck you good?" Your whole body shudders at his dirty words, every part of you yearning for him.

"Yes, Bucky, please," You beg, rocking your hips forward into his hand.

"Of course, babyboy. I'll take care of you." He takes the glass out of your hands and sets it down on the bedside table, allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck and tangle your hands in his hair when he comes back to stand in front of you. He pulls you close and brings his lips to your neck, sucking and nipping at your skin. You moan softly and tug on his hair, catching his lips on yours again. He rolls his tongue against yours and you lean into him, needing more.

He pulls back enough to tug the sweater over your head and toss it to the ground, pushing you down on the bed gently. He removes his own shirt and crawls on top of you, leaning forward and sucking on one of your nipples, his metal hand coming up and playing with the other one. You grab hold of his shoulders and close your eyes, arching into him.

He pulls away from your chest and trails kisses down your torso, running his hands down your sides and along your hips. He hooks his thumbs just barely under the waistband of your boxers and rubs the skin there gently, nipping the spot just below your belly button. He moves down farther and his breath fans over your fabric covered cock. You squirm as much as his grip allows, needing some kind of friction.

"Patience, baby," He says softly, placing a kiss at the base of your cock right over the little bit of clothing you still had on. The whine you had on your lips quickly turns into a whimper as he turns his head and bites down on the inside of your thigh, sucking harshly at the same spot. The thought of the dark bruise that'll most likely be left behind once he detaches his lips from your skin made your cock twitch.

He pulls his lips away from your skin after one last nip of his teeth and looks at you, a bit of adoration creeping into his eyes alongside the lust there. "You know I love you, right?" He asks softly.

Your eyes soften and you nod at him. "Just as I love you, I know." You tell him reassuringly.

He smiles. "Don't think we'll do anything too crazy today, but I still need to make sure you know those safe words, sweetheart."

You reach down and place your hands over his. "Green, Yellow, Red." You say softly. Then you add, "I trust you, no matter how soft or crazy the things we're doing are." His need to know that was unspoken, but you knew it was there.

He nods, kissing the top of your thigh affectionately before his smirk returns and he's tugging on the waistband of your boxers. You lift your hips up slightly so that he can pull them down your legs and off of you, chewing on the inside of your lip as your cock is freed.

Bucky wraps his lips around your tip and sucks lightly, making you groan. "Shit." You muttered.

Then his lips are gone and you make a noise of protest. "Jeez, baby, I thought I told you to be patient?" He teases and you look at him to see his smirk grow.

You huff at him. "Yeah, I'll make sure to keep that in mind next time." You say sarcastically as he stands, tapping a finger on your knee.

He chuckles softly. "Middle of the bed, on your stomach, please, baby." He requests.

You nod and do as he says, rolling over into the middle of the bed and stretching out on your stomach, your arms by your head and bent at the elbows. Your head was turned to the right, your cheek pressed against the sheets of the bed, and you were able to watch as he picked up your abandoned root beer float and walk out of your line of sight with it. You felt a dip in the bed and your curiosity was piqued. What was he doing now?

Suddenly, you felt something cold in the middle of your back, making you gasp. Did he-? Then his lips and tongue were on the same spot where the coldness had previously been and you didn't care to finish that thought. He sucked and bite licked every single bit of what was there as you quivered underneath him. You needed him to touch you. But you also loved what he was doing and wanted to see where he was going with it.

You felt his hand run down your back, his thumb pressing down on the mark he had just made, and you moaned again.

"What color are we at, sweetheart?" He asked softly.

"Definitely green, babe." You said quickly.

You heard him laugh a bit quietly before his hand trailed the rest of the way down over the curve of your ass and his fingers grazed slightly over your hole. Your hips bucked back slightly, wanting more than just the slight touch there. But then the cold was back, this time right where his fingers just were. You made a noise of surprise that transitioned into a loud moan as Bucky held your cheeks apart and licked a stripe over your hole.

"Fuck!" You cursed.

"Mmm," He hums contentedly before licking over your hole a few more times, squeezing your ass between his strong hands in the process.

You push back against his mouth as he starts probing the tip of his tongue at your entrance. Then his tongue is gone for a split second before more fizzy, vanilla ice cream is over your skin once more and you shiver, loving the contrast of the cold cream to the warmth of his mouth that's being latched onto you again. This time, the tip of his tongue pushes through and your back arches slightly as you try to push his tongue further into you.

Bucky grabs hold of your hips in his hands tightly, holding you in place as he pulls his tongue out and then back in again, pushing in further and repeating the motions until his tongue is pushed all the way into your ass and you're moaning for more.

"Bucky." You say breathlessly, the nails of his flesh hand digging into your hips as he starts fucking you with his tongue, trying to push in as far as he can, wanting to taste every part of you.

You were squirming and quivering beneath him, grabbing hold of the sheets. "I need you." You mewled.

It was then that his mouth pulled away from you and you couldn't help but push your hips back as he lets go of them. Then he was beside you, pulling your head up slightly and leaning down to kiss you deep and passionate. You moaned against his mouth, tasting the sweetness from the root beer float, the taste of yourself heavy on his tongue, and underneath it, the taste that was all just him. You suck on his bottom lip and bite at it slightly. You hear him growl slightly and you smirk as he pulls away.

He smirks down at you as he unbuckles his jeans. "I still need to prep you, doll." You nod as you watch him take off the rest of his clothes, nibbling on your bottom lip.

"Yeah, so hurry up and do it." You tell him playfully.

He narrows his eyes at you slightly as he kneels on the bed beside you and grabs your chin with his metal hand. "What a lucky boy you are that today's activities have already been decided." He states with a hint of threat in his voice.

You look up at him. "Oh, am I?"

"Yeah, you are." He tugs on your bottom lip with his metal thumb and forefinger gently. "Now hush before I change my mind."

As he says that, he pushes two of metal fingers into your mouth, forcing you to do as he says anyways.

Your eyelids flutter as you suck on the cool black and gold metal laying heavy on your tongue. You watched as he took his other hand and wrapped it around his cock, pumping himself slowly as he watches you, adding a third finger in your mouth. He pushed them deeper into your mouth, stopping and pulling back right before he reaches your gag reflex and pressing against your tongue slightly and then pulling his fingers out of your mouth entirely.

"Good boy," He mutters. "Now on your hands and knees." He directs.

"Yes, sir." You say as you happily do as he says, holding yourself up on your hands and knees.

He stops stroking himself and adjusts his body so that he can reach your ass with his left hand and you look back to see him opening the lube that you never realized he grabbed, coating his metal fingers with a generous amount. You look forward again as you buck your hips back, feeling one of his metal fingers tracing around your hole before pushing into you gently.

You close your eyes and push back against his finger, moaning as he leans down and bites the back of your shoulder, leaving yet another beautiful mark along your body.

He pulls his finger out of you and then pushes it back in all the way, repeating the motion until he's set a steady pace. After a few moments, he starts pushing a second finger in along with the first and he places his other hand on your back, rubbing it softly to help you stay relaxed. His second finger lines up with the first one and he continues his pace, pushing his fingers as deep into you as he can.

He continues to stretch you open, eventually working up to three fingers, and by that point you're struggling to hold yourself up right, your arms and legs shaking. The occasional brush of his fingers against your prostate didn't exactly help. Your cock was painfully hard and you were leaking a mess onto the bed below you, rocking your hips back into his fingers.

"You think that's good enough, huh, sweetheart?" He asked, a hint of tease to his voice.

You groaned. "Bucky, please." You pleaded.

"Alright, babydoll, alright." He says as he pulls his fingers out of you gently and grabs the lube again, coating his clock before moving behind you. He wraps his arm around your middle and then you're being lifted up to stand on your knees and your back is pressed against his chest.

"I got you now, doll. Just let me hold you." He says reassuringly in your ear. You lean back against him and reach up to place your hand against the nape of his neck, turning your head as much as you can to look at him.

You look up at him and say softly, "I love you."

"I love you, too." He says as he presses his lips to yours and kisses you sweetly. Then he's pushing into you and you gasp, your hand on his neck moving up to grasp at his hair and your other hand clenching into a fist on your thigh.

"Yes." You say. "Yes."

He grunts as he bottoms out in you, pushing into you as deep as he can. "Fuck," He rasps in your ear.

He pulls out and then pushes back in, somehow deeper, pushing up against your prostate and making you cry out. "Bucky!"

He fucks up into you, bringing his metal hand up to wrap around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you gasp for the bit of air you had lost.

As his pace increases, his other hand reaches down and grabs the hand by your thigh, twining your guys' fingers together tightly.

He pushes up into you hard and deep, his pants and moans in your ear spurring you on as you meet his thrusts, moaning out his name.

"You look so gorgeous like this, (Y/N)." He says in your ear.

You squeeze his hand in yours tighter. "You make me feel so good, Buck." You lean your hand back to look at him.

"Damn straight." He groans and tightens his hold on your throat slightly, taking your twined hands and guiding your hand to fist around your cock.

You gasp again as you pull on his hair, fucking into your hands, feeling that coil in your stomach tighten and continue to do so as he picked up his pace.

"Oh, Bucky, I'm close, fuck." You moan, your eyes rolling back into your head as he pounds into you, chasing both of your releases.

"Yeah, baby, me too." He moans out, keeping the strokes on your cock in time with his thrusts into your ass.

Your entire body is on fire in the best way. "C'mon, doll, cum." He says as he bites your jaw, and that's all it takes. You clench down around him, shooting your release onto the bed in front of you, crying out his name.

He follows quickly afterwards, cumming deep inside of you as he lets out a string of curses, the two of you riding out the high.

"Shit, babyboy." He pants as you melt against him.

"Thank you." You whisper to him.

"You're very welcome." He replies as he kisses your temple, laying down on the bed and wrapping his arms around you, keeping you close.

"Keeping me ready for later?" You question sleepily, putting your arms over his around your waist.

He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck as he pushes up into you slightly, drawing a noise from you as he chuckles. "Maybe."

"Can't wait." You say quietly. And with that, the two of you drift off into a lazy sleep.

A/N: How was it?? It might be completely awful or it might be really good, I dont know. Though I really hope its the latter. Let me know!! All feedback is appreciated!! I hope y'all enjoyed this!!

[bluejaem]

7 THINGS — J.JH

❝ The seven things I like about you. Your hair, your eyes, your old Levi's. When we kiss, I'm hypnotized. You made me laugh, you made me cry, but I guess that's both I'll have to buy. Your hand in mine when we're intertwined, everything's alright. I wanna be with the one I know. And the seventh thing I like the most that you do. You make me love you. ❞ — ♫ 7 things by miley cyrus

↳ PAIRING — jaehyun × gn!reader

↳ GENRE — tooth-rotting fluff lmao, slight angst in the end, post-break-up!au

↳ WORD COUNT — 2.16k ; « 8 min »

↳ WARNING/S — a kiss, mentions of food at one point, like one curse word ig

↳ PLAYLIST — paris in the rain by lauv :: fly away with me by nct 127 :: king of my heart by taylor swift

↳ A/N — perhaps I fell in love with jaehyun while writing this fjsnfjdjf. low-key plagiarised some of my own works while writing this lMaO. Anyways, I just hit my 3-month mark with this blog on this hellsite. So this is a celebratory work ig?

↳ SYNOPSIS — Sure, he broke your heart. But you still weren’t over him. No matter how much you tried, he was the only one in your heart.

And here lie the 7 things you love about jaehyun.

the first thing — your eyes looking in mine

“Ooh, do you remember this one? We took this on our first ever date. You were so cute then — not that you still aren't—” you pulled out the polaroid picture of the two of you from the album and showed it to Jaehyun, who was sitting beside you.

But he turned out to be staring at you.

His eyes were like an empty canvas, gradually being painted with love after every moment that passed. His eyes were always gentle. They looked at you with a softness you had never encountered before. The gaze that was filled with nothing but warmth and fondness. His eyes that spoke a thousand words at once. With a thousand tales to tell.

You were lost.

Lost in his eyes. For who knows how long. But all that mattered was that he was too.

“What?” you giggled when you saw him smile. “nothing, you're just really endearing,” he gushed.

This statement was soon followed by a shy smile taking over your face. He couldn't help but chuckle at this sight. How you'd always shy away whenever he complimented you. Or how you'd try to be the flirty one, but when he said something next, you'd be the flustered one.

He loved the fact that he still had the same effect on you.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

the second thing — your smile

“hi bubs, and what's your name?” you crouched down to talk to the little toddler holding onto her mother's hand. “I'm Zoey!” the girl replied. 

“Hi, Zoey! I'm y/n!” you flashed her your sweetest smile and put your hand forward for a handshake. She returned your smile with the same amount of affection and shook hands with you.

“And this is uncle Jaehyun,” you take Jaehyun by his hand and make him crouch down beside you.

“Hi, Zoey! That's such a pretty name!” Jaehyun cooed with delight. “Thank you,” the girl giggled, and you did too.

The way his smile grew wider, the dimples making an effortless appearance. He adored you so much, and you had no idea about it.

“Bye!” you waved Zoey and her mom goodbye and turned to look at a smiling Jaehyun.

His eyes, his lips, and his spirit all at once smiled at you. He paints a ray of sunshine all over his face. His smile lights up your world — always. His smile was one of happiness growing, much as a spring flower opens. You could see how it came from deep inside to light his eyes and spread into every part of him. In his sweet smile is all the love you'll ever need.

And there you went, falling for him all over again.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

the third thing — your hand in mine

“Do you trust me?” he asked as he finished tying the black cloth on your eyes.

“with my life,” you replied, feeling the soft fabric of the clothing on your eyes.

“Well, then,” he smiles, taking your hand in his as he leads you to a surprise that awaits you.

The warmth of his hands penetrating through your skin. The way your hand fit perfectly in his. The feeling of his fingers intertwined with yours was one that couldn't even be described in words.

It felt like holding onto your world at your fingertips and never wanting to let go of it.

“And we're here! Please don't open your eyes until I tell you to do so,” he untied the cloth and ran to the other side.

“Can I open my eyes now?” you snickered because you kind of knew where this was going.

“Yes!” that was the last thing you heard before opening your eyes to a smiling Jaehyun holding a huge card that read, "”ill you be mine again?”

You slowly made your way to him, a candle-lit pathway made just for you. “happy 1st anniversary, love” he gave you a peck on the cheek as he kept the card down.

“you didn't have to do all this?!” you let out a shocked chuckle as you looked at the rest of the decoration. “Now you're making me feel bad that all I did was gift you a bottle of perfume!”

He smiled at your comment and took out something from his pocket. He went behind you, and you felt a cold chain making contact with your skin. He locked the necklace from the back and made you turn to face him.

“Don't feel bad — your presence itself is a gift from heaven above.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

the fourth thing — your ears when you're shy

You woke up to the sound of the sizzling of eggs on the pan. You broke into a big yawn as you sluggishly made your way towards the kitchen.

“Good morning to you too,” he chuckled when he looked at you barely able to open your eyes.

You instantly found yourself smiling when you heard his voice. You walked up to him and hugged him from behind, resting your chin on his shoulders as he continued cooking.

“we're eating eggs again?” you groaned out of boredom. “What did you want to eat?” He snickered.

You wore a sly grin as an idea hits you at the right moment, "I want you.” you whispered in his ear. His eyes slowly grew wide, processing whatever the fuck that you just said.

He turned around — only to see you, a laughing mess. And as soon as you saw that smirk on his face, you knew it was time to run.

“aww, your ears are turning red. What happened, loverboy? Were you flustered because of what I said?” You teased him as you both were waiting for the other one to leave their side of the couch and run.

It was one in a million moments when jaehyun was the flustered one, and you were the one who provoked him to be. And so, these moments really had to be the most memorable ones.

“Jae, no–” you sprinted to your room as he followed you. “Let's not–”

Your legs hit the end of the bed, and the next thing you knew was that you had fallen on the bed and jaehyun got on the bed with you, tickling the life out of you.

“Wait, do you smell that?” you said as you sniffed dramatically. Jaehyun stopped tickling you for a moment, and the look on his face when the realization hit him was honestly the funniest thing you had ever seen. You let out the weirdest chuckle when your heard him shouting in horror,

“my eggs!”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

the fifth thing — your lips when we kiss

"”want a sip?” he offered you his coffee while you were sipping on yours. “How'd you know I wanted to try it?” You let out a soft chuckle while you take his coffee to try.

“I mean, even when you're sipping on yours, your eyes were on my drink. What else should I decipher it as?” he continued walking along with you, smiling when he saw your reaction to consuming his cup of coffee.

You let out a dissatisfied cough after drinking a little bit of his coffee. You hand him his coffee back. “How do you drink that stuff, dude?” you gulped hard, trying your best to get rid of the bitterness by taking long sips of your drink.

“Not like yours is that great,” he said in his cockiest tone in an attempt to provoke you.

You stopped on your tracks, disbelief was written all over your face, “Excuse you, for this is my best buddy!” you scoffed. Well, almost choked, but we won't talk about that right now.

“Then let me try yours—”

“Nope, sorry. And now you've lost the both of us.” Sure, you were fighting like an elementary school kid at that point. But in your defense— yeah, no. You were just being petty, and Jaehyun was just playing along.

You walk ahead of him while he stood there, trying to think of how to get back at you. An idea perks him as he looks at your figure slowly getting smaller the further you walked. He quietly jogged his way towards you, wearing a smug smile on his face.

Oh, dear y/n. You signed up for something you didn't know was about to come.

When he finally caught up to you, he tapped on your shoulder. As a reflex, making you turn around to look at who it was. But instead, you were met with a pair of lips on yours. Not just anybody, but the only guy ever, Jung Jaehyun.

Resistance — was something you were always pretty bad at. And especially when it came to Jaehyun.

No matter how hard you'd try, you always end up giving in. And as a matter of fact, that's what happened then too. He smiled in between the kiss, knowing very well that you had once again given in to him. Your other hand runs through his hair while he pulls you closer to himself, closing any distance between the two of you.

God, you missed kissing him.

He finally broke from the kiss, and started walking, leaving you totally confused. He wore a smile of triumph as he said, "I never liked Mocha anyway," not once did he look back at you before saying that.

For a hot minute, you were pretty confused as to what he meant by that. And that's when you understood that he was talking about the coffee.

You stood there, totally baffled — screaming on top of your lungs while he still kept walking,

“Get back here, Jung gorgeous-ass-man-who-just-tricked-me-like-that Jaehyun!”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

the sixth thing — your voice when you call out my name

“you coming?” you shouted as you got out of the water, walking your way up to where jaehyun was standing. He seemed to have been writing something on the wetter side of the sand.

“And, done!” He presented you with the small surprise he had prepared for you. You smiled when you saw what it was. He took you by your hand, giving it a kiss before making you stand beside him.

“Jaehyun + y/n forever” he read it out loud while pointing at the sand.

The way your name rolled off his tongue so easily, yet giving it its own unique color. It felt foreign but at the same time, it was so familiar and resounded through your whole self. No matter how many times he calls out your name, something about it still gives you a sense of serenity and you could never get tired of it.

“you plus me forever indeed,” you softly said, burying your head in the crook of his neck as you hugged him.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

the seventh I like the most that you do — you make me love you

“This is the last one for today, I promise,” Jaehyun said as you both climbed up the stairs of an unknown building. You both entered what looked like an empty terrace with a bench in one of the corners.

He sat on the bench and signaled you to sit beside him. “We're ready!” he shouted.

You were kind of confused by whatever that was going on at that moment. “For what?” you looked at him. Anticipation getting the best of you when you saw the proud look on his face.

“For that,” he put both his hands forward, pointing at the other side of the terrace, basically the wall.

And that's when the led lights lit up, and you could see some words coming the other way like a long led banner.

He read, “There are days when I feel down, and there are days when I feel joy, but the best part of it is going through it all with — you. I know what I'm going to say next is kind of cheesy, but”

This time he turned to you, reaching out for your hand “— will you be my once upon a time?”

It was like the flower of love bloomed once again. There’s something about him that you find so intriguing. Something to his aura that never fails to bring in pleasant surprises. It was like this weird force of attraction that never failed to make you fall for him all over again — if that was even possible. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

But as history has seen it before, every story has an ending. And the one of yours and jaehyun's was of no exception.

© BLUEJAEM, 2021

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[anne-i-write]

sweet love

| who would have known that the local bakery could get sebastian to show his soft spot |

sebastian moran x reader

word count: 3609

tw: sexual implications but no actual spice (mostly from sebastian’s “flirting”)

a/n: a little new years gift from me to all of you! i’m sorry it took so long to get another post up but i enjoyed writing this one! hopefully sebastian isn’t too ooc in this idk ig i just have a thing for making characters ooc but it’s very sweet and possibly tooth rotting. i also realize that i got carried away making this one and now you can read through my brain rot lol. ALSO APPARENTLY HES 6’6 THE MAN COULD ABSOLUTELY PUNT ME WHAT anyhow, i hope you all enjoy!! p.s. if you see grammatical errors and incoherent sentences, i just copy pasted from google docs lmao good luck

Sebastian grumbled under his breath, annoyed with the work that William had him do.

“‘Those who do not work in this house aren’t treated as people.’” Sebastian scoffed as he glanced over at the list. “Louis should be glad I’m on good terms with William.”

The ex-colonel should’ve been back at the estate an hour ago but he felt somewhat spiteful and decided to stay out longer. He had finished everything he needed but he had no clue what to do. It was already lunch and his stomach was silently growling but he refused to face the brothers just yet.

That was until he stopped in front of a quaint bakery with the words Fox’s Biscuits painted on a hanging sign.

“Isn’t this…” He looked at the bakery window, mouthwatering biscuits on display for everyone to see.

“These are the biscuits Father bought for me when I was younger.”

Longing for a sense of his childhood, Sebastian walked into the small shop.

In an instant, the sickly sweet smell of chocolate hit his nose and the bell above the door rang out. It was a small space but one could feel the dedication put into the little treats. “Hello?” Sebastian called out as soon as he realized he had been alone for at least two minutes.

“Just a moment!”

Crashes and clangs could be heard from behind a door that presumably led to a kitchen. You burst through the door, your apron stained with chocolate and your right cheek was covered in a light dust of flour.

Sebastian stared at you with wide eyes, not sure if he should focus on the disorderly ruin that was yourself or the absolute charm that you carried. “You have a little something—” He pointed to his cheek and your cute eyes widened a smidge.

You frantically turned around, swiping at both cheeks and turning around when you felt like you were clean. “How may I help you today?”

Sebastian’s heart skipped a beat when you smiled widely, his cheeks feeling a little flush. He shook his head.

“Those biscuits by the door; how much are they?” You took a step to the side to see which one he was talking about. “Oh, it’s 10 shillings for each one.” You informed him, walking to the stacked treats with a cloth in hand. “How many would you like?”

A sly grin painted Sebastian’s features and he turned to face you. “3 pieces please.” You barely picked up the second biscuit before you felt a presence looming behind you. “Perhaps, I can have you too if I pay extra.” He whispered in your ear.

Heat spread across your face as you quickly shoved the rest of the biscuits in the small bag. You shoved the biscuits his way and held out your other hand expectantly. “Th-That’s 30 shillings!” You cursed the way you stuttered.

Sebastian laughed at your flustered state as he handed you the payment. He shot you a teasing glance.

“I can’t bake very well but I can show you how good I am with my hands.” Your eyes widened again at the implication and you shoved him towards the exit.

“Thank you for coming to our bakery!” You breathed out a sigh of relief. One patron down… only many more to come.

The ex-colonel swung the bag leisurely as he strode into the manor, forgetting about lunch. “Where were you, Sebastian?” Louis asked as soon as he opened the door.

“Getting myself food.”

The bell rang in your little family shop and you smiled, heading out to greet the next customer with freshly baked biscuits in hand.

“Good afternoon–” Your smile dropped when you realized who came into the bakery.

“What’s with the frown, sweetheart?” Sebastian cooed and you narrowed your eyes at him. “Did you not wish I would come back?”

“I wish you never came at all.” The man stilled for a moment but laughed when you walked past him to restock the display case. “You were here yesterday, were you not?” He turned to see you carefully placing the treats on the platter. “Yes but I’m here to buy more of those delicious biscuits you sell.”

Sebastian stalked closer to you just as you spun around to point the tray in his face. “Personal space, please.” He raised his hands in resignation and backed up. You walked back to the counter to place the warm tray on top. “You weren’t complaining yesterday.”

“I didn’t expect yesterday. Now, how many biscuits would you like?” Before he opened his mouth, you continued. “And buy enough so I don’t have to see you again.”

Sebastian laughed again, enjoying your quips. “You seem very spirited today, m’love.” You rolled your eyes. “Either you buy something or you can get out of the shop.” The man walked towards you but you stood your ground this time, arms crossed.

“Your biscuits are delicious but I bet you taste even better.” Your face heated up and Sebastian grinned. “Th-The way out is right behind you.”

Why do I always stutter?

“You’re adorable when you get shy on me.” You shot him a pointed glare and he chuckled. “I’ll have the whole display.” Sebastian thoroughly enjoyed the way your shy attitude appeared when he spoke.

“Th-The whole—” Sebastian chuckled and leaned on a nearby wall. “Yes, sweetheart; the whole case.” Of course, you needed the money but could the man even afford it?

“Th-That’s 100 shillings.” Sebastian took another glance at the display and shook his head. “Come now sweetheart, all of that is at least 600 shillings.” You shook your head.

“600 shillings is too much!” The thought of even getting mad at his previous words flew out of your head as he insisted on paying the full price. “Please, I’ll lower the price.”

Sebastian smiled as he reached into his coat and pulled out a satchel of coins. “It must have taken a painstakingly long time to make all those biscuits, it’s only right I pay you in full.” He placed the bag on the counter and you slid it back towards him. “I don’t have time to count 100 shillings! Please, that would be more than enough.”

This continued on for another ten minutes before he finally got you to settle on paying half of the original price.

“Enjoy your biscuits!” You called out to him just as the door barely closed behind him. Thankfully the door had a large glass pane and he turned around, offering a small wave before walking off.

You watched as he left the front of the shop and your eyes drifted to the empty display case.

“What in God’s name happened.”

Sebastian was aware that the last time he saw you was the other day, but he did comprehend that coming back the day after buying 60 biscuits would look rather odd. Telling Louis he had to run an errand in the town, the ex-colonel set off to your little bakery. Considering how empty it was the last two times he saw you, Sebastian expected it to be the same.

What he didn’t expect was a large crowd that seemed too big to be inside of the bakery.

Sebastian carefully opened the door and was greeted with the bustling sound of people chatting as they waited for their treats. Being the tall man he was, he searched for you in the crowd until he saw you rush out of the kitchen with your hair a complete mess.

“Thank you for being so patient, have a great day!” You said breathlessly and the patron nodded, wishing you well before leaving. They passed by Sebastian and he watched as they left the shop. He turned his attention back to you, who wore the same smile that made his heart stutter as you helped the next customer.

God only knows how long Sebastian was in the shop but the last customer left and you slumped against the counter. “Is that how you hold yourself in front of your patrons?” You groaned and he laughed.

“You bought 60 biscuits the other day and I still have to make the next batch, why are you back?” You glanced up at him and he shrugged. “Can I not wait for the biscuits?” You kept staring at him and he shot you a questioning glance.

“I can give you an estimated time for when the biscuits are done.” You yawned as you stood up and stretched. “I saw you come in a while ago, do you not have anywhere to be?”

Sebastian leaned against the counter and sighed. “Not today.”

Not having the energy to make him leave, you simply walked back into the kitchen and he watched as the door swung behind you.

It had been three minutes since you disappeared behind the doors and Sebastian was about to leave before you emerged from the kitchen. “If you’re staying until I make the next batch, then I want you to try this.” You said as you place down a small plate with two chocolate covered biscuits. “My father doesn’t know about these so I want to see if these taste good.” He took a glance at the plate and looked up at you.

“You couldn’t try them yourselves?” He asked as you stood across from him, arms folded. “I’d be favored to like them because I made them.” A beat of silence passed as you stared at each other.

“They’re not poisoned, if that’s what you’re worried about.” An impressed look crossed Sebastian’s face as he picked up the biscuit and ate it. You watched closely as the man in front of you chewed your creation. “Is that jam and cream?”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, it’s indecent.” Sebastian snorted as he took another bite. “You sound like my mum.” You smiled softly as he started to reach for the second one.

“Keep staring like that, I might have to eat something else.” He said as he winked at you.

“Y-You—!”

Sebastian’s visits became routine and each time he came in, your day got a little better. You scoffed. Like you would ever tell him that.

“Darling!” Sebastian called out as he opened the door. “You know, I don’t even know your name and you’ve been coming here for two weeks.” You stated as you cleaned down the counter.

“Aw, you want to put a name to a face so you can moan it tonight?” He cooed and you slammed your towel down, flustered. “O-One day without suggesting those things! I-Is that too much to ask?” Sebastian laughed and you went back to furiously wiping down the counter.

He smiled as he walked towards you and placed his hand on yours. “If you keep scrubbing like that, the wood will wear down.” You sighed and relaxed your grip on the washing cloth. “Your hands are warm.” You said and he chuckled.

“The cloth’s gone cold.” He pointed out and you rolled your eyes. “I didn’t realize.” Sebastian snorted and took the cloth out of your hands. “Here.” He took both of your hands and held them in his, breathing out slowly on them. He looked at you, taking note of the dark circles under your eyes.

If you were working yourself that much, he would make you take this short break to relax.

You looked up at your hands and suddenly felt shy at the intimate contact. “(Y/N),” you muttered, looking away.

Sebastian glanced up at you and huffed softly. “Sebastian.” You continued to let him warm up your hands.

A serene silence fell over the two of you as he exhaled softly on your hands.

That was until your sister barged into the shop, back from the market. “(Y/N)!” All three of you paused as you stared at each other. You watched as your sister’s eyes traveled from yours to your intertwined hands and you instantly flared up.

“I was just handing him biscuits!” You yelped, yanking your hands out of Sebastian’s. You looked at him and nodded your head towards the exit. “Thank you so much for coming!” Sebastian grinned and he leaned in closer to you. “I’ll come back for you tomorrow, sweetheart.”

He knew he said this loud enough for you sister to hear. “Good day!” He smiled innocently, nodding to the girl by the door and walked out.

You watched as he left, not noticing your sister walking up and taking her place next to you. She watched with you as Sebastian walked away and took note of the subtle starry gaze in your eyes.

“Now I understand why you always want to watch the shop.”

You fidgeted as Sebastian walked into the shop once again. What was this? His 40th time at the shop? You shook your head. It didn’t matter.

I will ask him!

“What’s troubling you, sweetheart?” Even through the teasing tone, you could hear some worry and you just decided to spit it out.

“Would you like to accompany me to the moorish dance tonight?” Sebastian’s eyes widened as you stared up at him with unintentionally large eyes. The man knew he had a persona to hold in front of you but felt himself failing as he struggled to fight the blush rising on his cheeks.

“Only if you’ll accompany me to my bed tonight.” He watched as your eyes narrowed and you puffed out your chest, crossing your arms. “Forget I asked.” He laughed as you turned away from him. “I’m just playing around!” You stuck your tongue out childishly and turned away again.

“You’re pouting!”

“No I’m not!”

You two continued to bicker until he apologized, albeit through laughs. “I’m serious though, Sebastian.” He looked at you with a fond smile and he exhaled.

“I’d be honored.” You turned to face him with the same smile you used when you first greeted him, except this time it was wider and you looked like you were about to bounce over the counter. “But I really thought I would be the first to ask you.”

“Let customs lay themselves to rest for a bit, Sebastian.”

The dance was some time later at night so you decided to close shop early and walk around the town with Sebastian.

He had never seen you so talkative before and it was very interesting to see you speak without having to put him in his place every five minutes.

“So, do you and your sister run the bakery by yourselves?” Sebastian asked as you walked down the bustling road. “Lately. My father had been overworking himself so my sister and I decided to take over for him.” You smiled as a girl ran past your legs, her little brother following shortly after.

He watched on with a fond look as you continued talking about the bakery and all the baking mishaps that made you the person you were today. “That sounds like it requires a lot of effort.” You chuckled as you reached a secluded tree, not too far from the town but enough to be alone.

“It does, but the son of my father’s friend likes to help from time to time.” The sound of a possible competitor peaked his interest and sat down beside you on the grass. “The son of your father’s friend?” You nodded as you stared at the town and leaned on the tree.

“He’s a wonderful boy, very enthusiastic about helping me and my sister.” You turned to face him with an excited expression. “Oh, I’ll introduce you at the dance later! He’s helping the men set up but we should be able to see him!” The alpha male in Sebastian refused to let himself lose the one good thing he could possibly have in his life.

“You hid the whole jar?”

“Mrs. Pettor makes the best jams! I wasn’t going to let my family finish it!” Sebastian laughed as you defended yourself.

It was almost time for the dance and you both were walking to the town center.

“I’ve been talking all this time.” You realized and you turned to Sebastian. “Tell me more about—” You cut yourself off with a squeak as you were lifted off of your feet.

Sebastian watched as a blonde boy swung you around. “A-Alexander!” The boy put you down, a grin on his face.

The blond boy looked at you and you smiled back before Sebastian cleared his throat. “Oh, right!” You turned to face Sebastian and grinned. “Alexander, this is Sebastian! Sebastian, Alexander!” The shorter man held out his hand, blue eyes instantly hardening.

“Hello Sebastian,” Alexander said as Sebastian shook his hand. “Alexander.” You looked between the two and felt a tense aura emanating from them before you clapped your hands.

“Shall we go to the dance?” Alexander let go of Sebastian’s hand and immediately faced you. “Of course!” The blond grabbed your hand and you were barely able to get ahold of Sebastian’s before Alexander took off running.

Cheers and music filled the air and the sound of shoes hitting stone echoed throughout the streets. Despite knowing most of the faces, you spent most of your time talking with Sebastian about stories from each of your lives.

“(Y/N)!” You turned your head and saw Alexander heading towards you, out of breath and sweaty from dancing. You excused yourself from the conversation and Alexander stopped in front of you. “I never did thank you for working more than you should have these last few days.” You laughed as you waved him off. “It’s nothing you should thank me for, Alexander. My sister helped so it wasn’t all bad.”

Alexander took a glance at Sebastian, who had been mobbed by most of the town women and looked like he was trying to hold his own. “Would you like to dance?” His question caught you off guard. “I invited Sebastian, I couldn’t leave him…” You turned to see a group of girls crowding around the man and your smile faltered. “One dance wouldn’t hurt.”

“Sebastian!” He looked up from the group of girls and saw you waving. He was about to move until he saw your hand in Alexander’s. “I’m going to dance for a bit!” You laughed as Alexander pulled you to the dance area. Alexander chuckled at you as you told Sebastian of your whereabouts. At least you had the decency to tell him you were dancing with another man.

“So how’d you meet Sebastian?” Alexander asked as you danced to the music. “He came into the shop one day and just kept visiting!” You smiled and the boy in front of you exhaled softly, deciding to drop the topic and talk to your sister about it later.

The former colonel no longer focused on the girls in front of him as he watched you laugh hard at something Alexander said and his heart beat faster in his chest. Out of jealousy or awe, he couldn’t tell. But the way your eyes shone under the golden glow of the street lamps told him to move and get you.

He pushed his way through the crowd of ladies and kept his eyes trained on your carefree figure. Your skin looked so beautiful under this light, maybe you were the one who lit up the town. Your smile alone had enough energy to do so anyway.

“May I have a dance with (Y/N)?” Sebastian asked as he reached you and Alexander. The blond man smiled and your eyes sparkled in delight. “Of course.” Alexander gently let go of your hand and placed it in Sebastian’s.

“Thank you Alexander!” You called out and he turned around, sending you a soft smile and a small wave before walking towards your sister.

You turned your gaze back to Sebastian and you grinned. “Did you get jealous?” Sebastian scoffed before shaking his head. “I don’t get jealous.” You laughed as you felt Sebastian pull you closer. “I saw you looking at Alexander like he was going to steal me away.” You pointed out with a smug smile.

“He did steal you away.” You grinned at him.

“You’re pouting.”

“N-No I’m not!” You laughed and watched as the tips of his ears turned pink. “Aw, you’re adorable when you get shy on me!” You cooed, using the exact same words he said to you a while back.

“You—” He picked you up by the waist and you squealed as he lifted you up. “You think you’re so smart.” He muttered as he placed you back down and you looked up at him, your skin shining from sweat and short breaths leaving your lips.

He instantly leaned in, placing a short kiss on your lips and your eyes widened before trying to chase him before he pulled away. “You do taste better than your biscuits.” You buried your head in Sebastian’s chest in embarrassment and he laughed as he started to lead the dance once more.

“Because of that, I’m charging you the rest of the 60 biscuits you bought.” Sebastian feigned hurt. “But that’s too much!” You rolled your eyes and smiled up at him. “I’m sure if you don’t want to pay, Louis can help me find something for you to do to pay me back.”

Sebastian’s eyes narrowed and you giggled at the sour look on his face. “I’m sure you can help around the shop to pay them off, if you don’t want Louis to get involved.” His eyes softened before gently grabbing your hand and placing a chaste kiss to it.

“If it means I get to see you everyday, it will have been worth it.”

tags: @zoehanji @infinitebells

[mintugiyuu]

> here’s the final part of your request @kyojoroo ! I’m so sorry it’s in two different parts, but I learned for the first time that these text boxes have a limit lmao, again I hope you enjoy and have a great day/night! <3

༄ we have to stop meeting like this - continued

sfw one-shot

➥ pairing || rengoku kyojurou x reader

➥ au || modern day; college

➥ warnings || cheesy, tooth-rotting fluff with extra cheese

➥ synopsis || the reader keeps bumping into the one and only rengoku kyojurou; only instead of just casually seeing him over and over again, they quite literally bump into him in the most inconvenient ways possible. (cont.)

➥ part one || click here!

༄ the mediterranean sea collection - masterlist

Today had to be one of the worst days in your life. Freezing, drenched, and newly homeless, you tucked yourself onto the bus stop bench. Lucky you, this one didn't even have an awning to protect you from the elements.

The rain had no pity for your predicament as it pelted your body, the light clothing doing close to nothing for you. Summer had just come, yet the night rainfall seemed to have brought an unexpected chill.

Not to mention the suitcase and duffle bag you had with you were now also getting soaked.

You could only hope nothing was too waterlogged.

Your hand did little to protect your dying phone from getting wet as you tried to search for the nearest place to stay. Motel, hotel, air B'N'B; anything in range to get you off the streets for the night.

You had a feeling this would happen, and boy were kicking yourself for not seeing the red flags and preparing sooner.

Not having enough savings for a dorm, you had signed a contract with the residents of an apartment to rent out one of the rooms for cheap.

The agreement only lasted for two semesters, but they had promised that you'd be able to renew it once summer rolled around.

"Promise my ass." You grumbled, remembering how the original owner had gotten a partner. In return, they refused to let you sign another contract so they would have space for the "love of their life".

You saw the signs; you saw how their stuff slowly moved into the apartment and all the time they were spending there.

You just didn't think they'd be shitty enough people to kick you out the moment your contract ended.

A gust of icy wind rolled through, causing another shudder to rack your body. The closest place wasn't in walking distance, and it was far to late for the buses to be running. Sighing, you shut off your phone and closed your eyes.

You had resigned yourself to walk the several blocks to the nearest 24/7 fast food place to at least get out of the rain.

That was until the rain fall suddenly stopped beating down on you. The rain couldn't have stopped though, you could still hear it. You blinked your eyes open and looked up, surprised to what - or more accurately, who - you saw.

"...Kyojurou?"

Standing there in all his warmth and glory, Kyojurou looked down at you with concern, holding a bright red umbrella over your soaked form.

He couldn't seem to help the small smile that graced his lips at the sound of his first name.

"I'd be happier that you finally used my name if you didn't look so sad and drenched."

A humorless snort escaped your lips as you hugged yourself, shivering slightly. "Timing always has my side doesn't it? I'm just about to head to the closest food place to get out of the rain, so don't worry about it."

"Why?"

"I got kicked out," you shrugged, looking to the ground.

"This late at night?"

"It surprised me too. They found a new roommate and wouldn't let me renew my contract for the next school year, and it just so happens it ended tonight." There was a hint of bitterness in your tone, one that was completely understandable.

Kyojurou's brows furrowed. "They didn't give you a heads up? A two week notice?"

"I'm just lucky they let me pack all of my stuff before I had to leave." You continued to look down at the ground, not seeing the way Kyojurou's face contorted ever so slightly.

He didn't get mad often, but whoever your old roommates are were now on his shit list

"Well that's a shitty thing to do," he stated bluntly, causing you to sputter and blink dumbly at him.

It's been almost a year since you've met the blonde, and in all that time you never once heard him say a single bad word.

"Did you just curse??"

He pretended not to hear, pulling out his own phone to see the time as you mulled over the fact that this sweet ray of sunshine just called someone shitty.

Expression neutralizing as he schemed, he turned back to you. "You don't have to stay in a fast food place for the night."

"Huh?? Are you suggesting I sleep in a box?"

The man smiled, resting a reassuring hand on top of your shoulder, frustration forgotten for now. "You can stay with me!"

"What now?"

Chuckling, he passed the umbrella off to you to hold, beginning to slip his arms out of the jacket he wore. "You can stay with me for the time being until you get back on your feet! Well, us. If you wanted to of course! Sanemi just moved out, so we're looking for a new one regardless."

Baffled at the sudden offer, you started to shake your head, forming the words to decline him. It was too big of a favor, how could you accept that?

He was one step ahead of you, as he always is.

"Before you say anything, no, it would not be any trouble, you're a joy to have around! We can settle the nitty gritty later, let's just get you out of the cold."

"Wait, Kyojurou," you were silenced by a heavy warmth that suddenly engulfed your upper body, including your sight. Moving the fabric from your eyes, you realized it was his jacket.

His once dry clothes was slowly becoming just as soaked as you were as he took back the umbrella, insistently keeping it solely above you.

The gentle way he smiled in combination with the light post that shined behind his head had you convinced he was your guardian angel in disguise.

You hesitantly pulled the jacket closer to your body, not being able to deny how relieving the warmth felt. "But, won't you be cold?"

"My insides are practically pocket heaters, it takes a lot for me to be cold. A little wind and rain won't do anything to me, I promise! Now come on, before you get sick," he insisted as he grabbed your bag, throwing them over his shoulder.

"Little" was an understatement, but you didn't have the energy to argue. It was the middle of the night and you could feel your eyes starting to droop.

Grabbing your luggage to role behind, you let the other wrap his free arm around your form, hand resting on your arm. "Thank you, truly I don't know where to start showing how grateful I am. I owe you big time."

"Never refer to me as Rengoku-san again and I'll call it even!"

A wobbly smile tugged at your lips as you leaned into his side, letting him guide you down the route to his apartment. "You have a deal then, Kyojurou."

The weather broadcasters warned everyone about heavy snowfall, but you couldn’t help but think they could’ve prepared everyone a bit more as you stared out your window and could only see the shadow of snow.

Thank the gods above it was winter break or they’d have to cancel classes, which would just be tuition money flushed down the shitter.

Your train of thought was interrupted by a knock at the door of the bedroom you were in, which was odd because the door was open.

Low and behold, it was your sweetheart of a boyfriend, holding two mugs and using his foot to knock. “I brought hot coco!”

"You don't have to knock, this is your room you dork."

"Our room technically, my dear." He responded smoothly, shutting the door with his foot behind him as he made his way to you.

"Careful not to spill it," he winked, laughing slightly as he handed you your mug.

"Just for that I should," you scoffed playfully, sticking your tongue out at him as you took the drink. The smile on his face was nothing but adoring, finding you to be adorable. You had to look away to dismiss the butterflies that swarmed in your tummy. “Looks like we’re snowed in for a bit. The snow is above the windows.”

Kyojurou hummed in agreement. “I still don’t understand how tiny snowflakes can become so damaging so fast!”

“You’re funny,” you chuckled, taking a sip of the hot beverage. Kyojurou always made the best hot chocolate.

“... UME! I’m glad I can be amusing!” You couldn't hold down the snort at the realization that he wasn't joking, swallowing and shaking your head. You granted him mercy and switched the subject.

“What are the others up to?”

Kyojurou leaned against the sill next to you, shoulder bumping yours affectionately. “Tengen is in the living room playing video games with his girlfriends, Mitsuri is watching a movie in her room and Obanai is watching with her. I think she's also painting his nails from the conversation I overheard while passing by."

“I see.”

The both of you were leaning against the window sill, basking in the comfortable silence. It wasn't common in an apartment full of unique roommates.

Even now you both could hear the loud victory cheer of Suma as Tengen groaned in defeat.

Taking another sip of your drink, you hummed, lifting your head to face Kyojurou. You were going to say something, but that was forgotten as you covered your mouth with your fingers as to not laugh suddenly.

"Hm? Is something wrong?" Your poor oblivious lover had a whipped cream mustache. He tilted his head at you - not unlike an owl - seemingly confused to your sudden shift in expression. You swallowed your laughter down as you placed your drink onto the sill, stepping closer to the blonde.

"No, nothing's wrong. You just have a little something rigghtt..." you reached out to grip his chin gently, swiping your thumb across his top lip to collect the whipped cream. "-there, all gone!"

A pretty, bright red color spread across Kyojurou’s face, wide eyes blinking owlishly at you with his mouth slightly agape. Laughing quietly at his reaction, you licked the cream off your thumb, patting the side of his cheek teasingly.

"You'll catch flies, hun." A click of teeth could be heard as he closed his mouth.

"RIGHT!" He stopped himself to clear his throat, turning to face the window as his usual smile reappeared, though a bit wobbly. "Thank you!"

All you did was hum, a slight mischievous smirk settling onto your face. You were set to happily go back to your drink when you shivered, the chill of the room finally reaching you through your clothes.

Kyojurou caught it from the corner of his eye, turning back to you. “Are you cold?”

You waved him off, shaking your head. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence, you'll just get another sweatshirt.

“I’ll be ok. The hot coco will warm me up in- WOAH!” That plan was thrown out the window when he suddenly scooped you up into his broad arms, smiling determinedly.

"You're not allowed to just continue on being cold, not if I can help it!" The firey man plopped you down onto your shared bed, quickly gathering the collection of fluffy blankets you have accumulated over time.

In the blink of an eye, you were neatly swaddled in said blankets and being held gently to your boyfriend's warm chest. He settled underneath the main blanket, wrapping his strong arms around your body.

“Is that better?” He beamed at you, looking oh so proud of himself.

What did you do to deserve him?

"Much," you all but groaned, snuggling your face into the warmth of his chest. It was like cuddling a big warm marshmallow. “I still can’t understand how you’re so warm.”

“I’m a living-breathing heater, my dear. I’ve explained this before, I’m sure of it.”

You snorted, leaning into his hand as he began to run his fingers through your hair. “I’m not complaining, you’re good to keep around for whenever my hands freeze.”

“I wouldn’t mind one bit," his voice came out softly, planting a warm kiss to onto your forehead. This in turn caused you to melt even further into him, burying your face into his shirt.

Kyojurou laughed with amusement as he turned on the television, looking for something for the two of you to watch for the rest of the evening. You eventually peaked your head out to look at him, wrapping your arms around his middle.

“Hey, Kyojurou?”

“Yes?”

All of his attention was on you. Even in these small moments he looks at you as though you're the most precious human being in the world. And to him, you were.

You hummed, placing a kiss onto his chin. “I’m happy I spilled my drink all over you.”

The small peck had similar effects from the whipped cream incident earlier, though he seemed to snap out of it quicker this time. He smiled brighter, cupping your cheek with his large, warm hand.

“That's an odd way of saying I love you."

This made you pause, the 'L-word' not being used between the two of you yet. “Wait, what?"

He gave you no time to question further as he placed a kiss onto your lips in return, his other hand finding the small of your back to pull you closer.

The initial shock of being kissed faded quickly, your arms finding their way around his neck as you pulled yourself closer. The kiss was short and sweet, yet the passion that Kyojurou lived by was always present.

The kiss came to a pause with you laying on top of his chest, remote forgotten and blankets wrapped around you as you steadied your breathing.

Kyojurou's eyes crinkled slightly with his smile, brushing the back of his hand across your cheek.

"I love you too."

[sombreboy]

Descend | demon!knj

⇣18+ nsfw ⇣pairing: demon knj x female Y/N ⇣genre: pwp smut, supernatural ⇣word count: 2.6k ⇣warnings: smut, profanity, dubcon esque themes, degrading dirty talk, mouthfucking, knj fucks y/n against a bookshelf lmao, demon creampie, he’s got a forked tongue idk if that’s a warning but at this point I’m too afraid to ask. 

A/N: Request by anon who wanted demon knj smut. I hope you love it! Please praise me I spent all night on this xoxo

‘’I’d say you are wasting my time, but that was before I saw you..’’ he tugged her face closer to his crotch, the bulge underneath the fabrics visibly twitching from having her attention. ‘’You will make it worth my while.’’

‘’What the fuck…’’

Out of all things she could say, that was the one and only thing that she could muster. Her eyes were wide in disbelief, ogling up at the man standing in front of her. 

Y/N was on her knees. A large, worn out book placed in front of her with several lit candles surrounding it. She didn’t think much, having no intentions in mind when she had found the crappy old book in the shelves of the grand library other than to see if it worked.. Of course it wouldn’t work. Curiosity always got her, for better or for worse.

She wasn’t sure which side of the spectrum this would become.

‘’What the fuck, it worked…’’ She repeated, this time a little louder. It wasn’t until the tall man crouched in front of her that she could get a proper closeup of his flawless visuals. 

Handsome, plush lips. His eyes were intense, the dark irises swirling like red wine, the shape of them comparable to that of a dragon.

She wasn’t sure whether he was actually a demon, how could he be? He’s beautiful.

An angel would suit him better.. Well, disregarding the fact that his eyes are glowing red.

‘’Such a filthy mouth.’’ The man tsk’d as his hand reached out to cup her jaw in his large hand, moving her face from side to side. He inched in closer, as if inspecting her features.

‘’Too pretty to use such language.’’

He didn’t seem to even question why she’d summoned him in the first place, as if it was already a given on his end. And it was, he knew exactly what he wanted to do, and the shit eating smirk on his face was the proof of it.

Y/N shoved his hand away, to which his response was to immediately stand up on his feet in front of her, kicking the book away. He growled lowly, the candles suddenly bursting into larger flames, as if his annoyance fueled the fire. He stepped closer, now towering over her smaller frame on her knees. Bending forward slightly, he tugged the hair at the back of her head, pulling back to force her to look up at his wicked smile.

‘’You’re a daring girl,’’ he snickered menacingly, ‘’Do you even know who I am?’’

‘’No.’’ Y/N swallowed tightly, wincing when the grip in her hair tightened. Her eyes quickly moved down when she noticed that his hand was slowly undoing his pants, each tooth of his zipper coming undone as his eyes remained hyper fixated on her face.

‘’I’m Kim Namjoon. The demon overlord.’’ His voice dropped, the baritone rumbling in his chest.

‘’You have summoned me, for what reason?’’

He didn’t care for the answer.

‘’I don’t.. know…I didn’t think it would work.’’ Y/N muttered meekly, unable to rip her eyes off of his long fingers taking way too long to pull that damn zipper down.

Why was it so mesmerizing?

‘’Ah, too bad…’’ Namjoon chuckled, small dimples appearing on his cheeks as he smiled.

‘’I’d say you are wasting my time, but that was before I saw you..’’ he tugged her face closer to his crotch, the bulge underneath the fabrics visibly twitching from having her attention.

‘’You will make it worth my while.’’

‘’What are yo-mmph!” She was unable to finish her sentence when the grasp around her jaw tightened, forcing her mouth open only to shove his thumb inside, smoothing the pad of it against the surface of her tongue.

‘’Silence.’’ Namjoon’s command echoed in the grand room. The very second those words left his mouth, it was as if her throat tightened, unable to squeak out anything but a whimper.

Y/N’s eyebrows were drawn together in annoyance, the bratty attitude not faltering even whilst knowing he’s supposedly a demon lord. She huffed through her nose, instinctively biting down on his thumb as hard as she could. She winced, his skin was soft-- but impenetrable. He definitely wasn’t human, or he would’ve been bleeding.

And the sound erupting from his throat was not that of pain, but a dark snicker.

“Cute.’’ he roughly let go of her jaw to shove two fingers inside of her mouth, deep enough to prod the back of her throat, causing it to constrict around his digits. Tears formed in her eyes, the restricted airflow making her squirm and fall backwards on her behind to get away. She coughs, covering her mouth as she stared up at the smirking demon.

‘’Hm?’’ Namjoon cooed mockingly, however not moving from his spot as he brought his wet fingers to his mouth, licking her spit off of them while maintaining his piercing gaze on her.

‘’Playful, aren’t you?’’ he played with the waistband of his pants, tugging at them as he cocked an eyebrow at her, slowly sauntering forward to her sitting form. Once again, he stood above her, completely disregarding the fact that she initially had attempted to back off. However, he grew impatient. And she was wasting his time.

‘’Get back on your knees, angel.’’ Namjoon put emphasis on the pet name, as if it had a degrading nature coming from him. Y/N’s body moved like it had a mind of its own, quickly getting back into her original position on her knees, hands neatly placed in her lap.

Her body was no longer controlled by her, every command rolling off his tongue springing her body into action as if he was pulling her strings like a puppeteer.

Namjoon’s tongue poked out to wet his lips at the sight below him, finally peeling the caging fabrics down his thighs. It was a slow, tortuous few seconds that felt like an eternity for the two of them.

Y/N’s doe eyes widened, her face flushed red when she saw his length as it sprung free, tip already glazed with precum. He craned his neck to stare down at her, the fire in his irises swirling with desire.

‘’Show me your tongue.’’

Y/N obliged, doe eyes mirroring the fiery gaze he brought upon her as she opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out. Saliva dripped down the tip of her fleshy muscle, Namjoon’s eyes quivered at the sight.

‘’My fallen angel.’’ He smiles, hand now stroking himself with intent. His free grasp reaches for her hair once again, bringing her mouth closer, rubbing the swollen head of his cock against her warm tongue. He bit back a low groan, immediately driving his hips forward to sink his length down her throat. He relished in the way her insides constricted around him as a reflex, ignoring any sign of her body rejecting his girth. 

‘’So pretty with your mouth stuffed. Don’t you dare try to bite, though….’’ He smirked. ‘’Not that it’d do anything, except bring punishment upon yourself.’’

He started to thrust into her mouth, the slick sounds of his cock gliding against her tongue was heavenly, ‘’But perhaps that is what you desire, angel.’’

Y/N’s only response was the way she swallowed his cock, drool dribbling down her chin to pool at the floor below. The skin of his cock was like velvet, smoothly brushing against her tongue with every stroke that gradually grew rougher, deeper, and faster.

‘’Fuck yeah, you’re such a well behaved, pretty little angel.’’ Namjoon praised, and it made her feel...  excited. Never did he think his words would make her want to please, but with every second spent with him; his aura, his voice, his taste-- it drew her in like a sailor towards a siren’s song. He was addictive.

Namjoon continued to fuck her throat as he pleased, low grunts and curses slipping through his teeth, eyes focused on the way his cock disappeared into her mouth with every forward thrust. It was mesmerizing to him, watching her take it so well, muscles relaxed. He could feel her desires grow, smell.. Fuck, even taste her arousal on his tongue. It had him greedy for more.

‘’Enough.’’ He growled as he pulled her back by her hair, drawing a whine from her sweet, swollen lips. He felt something stir in his body, and whether it was his cock, or his chest-- he wasn’t sure. It wasn’t important at the moment. All he knew was that he craved her fleshy insides wrapped around his cock. Y/N wiped her chin with the back of her hand, yelping when Namjoon pulled her up by her upper arm like she weighed nothing, dragging her along with him only to push her back up towards the bookshelf. She gasped, the hard surface pressing against her back wasn’t comfortable. However, she quickly forgot about the discomfort the moment the demon’s lips suddenly crashed against hers in a hungry, devouring kiss. His tongue was longer than she expected, slipping through her lips to find her own, a low guttural moan vibrating in their mouths as he tasted her. She was so, so sweet, and he found himself just as addicted to her, as she was to him.

‘’You’re making it very well worth my time, angel.’’ Namjoon’s praises became more frequent the more he got to feel, taste, and smell her. His hands roamed down the curve of her ass before roughly ripping the fabrics off her body. He hated them, more than anything at this moment; daring to cover the thing he’d decided by now, to claim as his own.

Y/N belonged to him.

‘’Speak.’’ He suddenly said, his rumbling voice loud and powerful yet again when it was an order. Y/N felt the sudden wall that had previously blocked her ability to talk to crumble down.

‘’I-I…’’ She wasn’t sure what to say, only a moan replacing her attempt to speak when Namjoon lifted her up to firmly push her against the shelf, locking her legs around his waist. His body was strong, oozing intimidation and dominance.

‘’I want to fuck you.’’ Namjoon bluntly stated, tilting his head to the side as those endearing dimples reappeared. He inched closer, his fiery breath hot, the scent laced with something comparable to burnt wood. ‘’Tell me, do you want my fat cock? I will give it all to you, pump you full of my cum.’’

He huffed against her lips as he rubbed the bulbous, slick head of his cock back and forth between her soppy folds, teasing her hole by prodding it lightly, gathering the wetness before resuming to rub her clit with his tip. ‘’I said, speak!’’

‘’Please, I want---fuck..’’ Y/N buried her face in the crook of his neck, body already trembling. His cock was scorching hot against her cunt, teasing her swollen clit until she felt her arousal trickle and drip to the floor. ‘’Please fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…’’ She repeated as if in trance, completely enchanted by the demon’s spell.

Funny thing is, he wasn’t using any spell on her all along. She wanted this just as bad as he did.

‘’Angel…’’ Namjoon groaned as he didn’t waste time in pushing himself into her cunt, buried as deep as physically possible. It was the sweetest, most delicious sensation he’s ever experienced.

‘’Holy, fuck, such a sweet little hole. Hear that?’’ He chuckles eerily as he immediately pulls back, only to roughly thrust back inside, the wet sounds of her juices like music to his ears.

‘’Hear how needy your body is for me?’’ He asks again, hissing out more curses every time he thrusts back into her, drawing louder and louder moans and cries.

‘’Yes, oh my god..’’ Y/N whines, wrapping her arms around his neck, digging her nose into his skin. Her sweet canary voice was something he wishes he could hear for all of eternity, and by now he already knew...  He was going to make her his own little plaything.

‘’God?’’ Namjoon laughs as he speeds up, pounding her squelching cunt harder and harder at the mention of ‘god’. It was hilarious, how she could mention such a name at a time like this. ‘’No, my angel. The only name you should utter is Namjoon.’’ He snarled, digging his nails into the flesh of her hips, every thrust earning a sweet cry from her mouth. Skin to skin, harshly smacking together, the way her body bounced sinfully against his own. It was nothing but extraordinary.

‘’N-namjoon! Namjoon, oh fuck, please,’’ Her words were choked by her moans, shaky from the powerful momentum of his rocking hips. She felt the heat build in her lower stomach, his scorching cock rubbing and prodding her insides, not leaving a single inch of her untouched. ‘’Gonna cum!’’

‘’A filthy, fallen angel,’’ Namjoon moaned, pistoning his hips into her, the bookshelf rocking harshly every single time he crashed her body against it, books falling off to pile at the floor.

‘’You’re gonna cum for a demon, you’re gonna cum because of the cock of a creature of hell. You’re such a whore, my whore-- for eternity. That’s what you want to be, isn’t it?’’ He felt his own climax building gradually, kissing and biting at her collarbone.

‘’Beg to be my whore in hell, and I will bring you with me.’’

Y/N didn’t think it through. She didn’t have to. At this point, she had already given her entire being over to him, he wanted nothing else than to remain by his side for eternity-- even if it meant hell.

‘’I want to be yours, forever.. Use me everyday, me only, nobody else!’’ Y/N yells into his neck, placing kisses and possessive bites on his hot skin, ‘’Fill me up, claim me as your whore. Take me with you, Namjoon.’’

‘’Fuck, ohh fuck..!’’ Namjoon thrived in hearing her say exactly what he wished for, the verbal confirmation enough for him to drive his hips into her at an animalistic speed, forcing her own orgasm to erupt around his length. A silent cry that didn’t leave her throat, choked on a sob as she bit down on his shoulder as hard as she could muster, cunt spasming around his slick cock.

‘’My perfect little angel, my oh--’’ Namjoon’s words choked intro a strained moan, guttural and inhuman as his hips stuttered. He wrapped his arms around her waist, squeezing her body tightly against his own while his cock throbbed desperately inside, ropes of cum gushing out to fill her up to the brim until some of it was forced to drip out and pool at the floor beneath.

His cum was hot-- too hot, it burned like the fires of hell itself inside of her womb. He’d claimed her as his personal cocksleeve, and her body would no longer know any other man than Namjoon, the demon lord.

Namjoon remained still as he allowed his cock to rest inside of her for a long moment, the scorching sensation no longer painful-- but welcomed. He dropped down to his knees with a thud, Y/N still in his lap as he pulled back to look at her fucked out, blissed expression. She had nothing but awe in her eyes, and saw nobody but the demon in front of her.

‘’Y/N.’’ He said softly, brushing her  hair away from her face. ‘’Come with me.’’

‘’Yes.’’ Y/N didn’t hesitate in her reply, nodding once. Her body trembled in his embrace, to which he simply smiled. Those damned, beautiful dimples once again pressing on his cheeks.

‘’I’m yours.’’

Namjoon’s smile grew wider, this time genuine. He almost didn’t look like he was a demon, but instead.. An angel.

But the swirling fire of red in his eyes reminded you that he was anything but holy.

He cupped your face in his heated hands, drawing you in for a deep kiss, his long forked tongue brushing and tasting every corner of your mouth.

A kiss to seal the deal.

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