#✨🤍Behind Blue Eyes✨🤍

[nelselfships]

this was another one that i’ve been working on for a while and finally finished it:) imma go to bed now!! good night/ good morning selfshipping community u.u

[remlionheart]

Hello beautiful

Can I put in a request where Megumi and reader both have a partner but are fully attracted to each other and Megumi of course plays it stoic, indifferent etc. but then something happens( I haven’t figured out what event exactly, maybe they get drunk at a party?I’ll leave it up to you 🤍) and they succumb to their needs( a little coercion from Megumi oops) and Megumi is just so pussy drunk, whiny, non sensical blabbing mess and reader baby traps him 🥴🥴

I just need Megumi so bad, he plagues my mind every second of the day… I need therapy and Jesus. Thank you if u decide to go with it, love everything you do 🤍🤍🤍

Hi pretty ♡ Sorry to say - no Jesus here, but maybe this can be therapy for both of us bc I’ve been thinking about this ask heavily since I got it. And what better time to start a depraved lil drabble than at midnight on the night of a full moon? 🌙✨

((as always, all characters are aged up to 21+, if u don’t enjoy that feel free to scroll along ♡ all trigger warnings are in the request itself, lemme know whatcha think, luv u ✩࿐࿔ ))

⋆˙⟡MDNI ⋆˙⟡

Megumi’s new girlfriend was sweet, kind, cute. Always by his side no matter what and tonight was no exception.

She was smiling at you with her hand wrapped delicately over his arm, asking you how you’d met your date�� who was also, at your side and wrapped around your arm. He was cluelessly bantering back and forth with her while you and Megumi exchanged the same pointed look.

It was subtle, the way his blue eyes lingered on your boyfriend’s hand placement, watching him gently squeeze your hip as he laughed at a joke that two of you had missed entirely.

You'd only been been dating this most recent fling for a few weeks - it was hardly anything to be jealous of, but the fact Megumi had noticed at all gave a sick part of you satisfaction. It was an unspoken rivalry you had with him, one that you typically found yourself on the losing end of. He’d fuck someone, so you would too. He’d date someone, so you would too. He’d show up to this stupid fucking party with a date, so you would too.

It was the same pitiful dance that you'd been doing for the last year and a half, your feelings for him always right on the tip of your tongue but never at the right time.

Watching his girlfriend rest her head on his shoulder as the four of you continued on with your mindless banter was your own personal hell and yet, you said nothing. Instead, mirroring them, clinging onto your own date harder as you pretended to care about whatever work story was being tossed around.

The night carried on like this for the next hour or so as the once small house party started to evolve into something rowdier. The music getting louder and the living room getting more and more crowded as you knocked back three more drinks.

You were dizzy, trying not to lose your balance while you excused yourself from your group to go venture upstairs in search of a bathroom. Your boyfriend had offered to come with you, but you insisted that you were alright, shooing him away with a smile as you told him to go get another drink.

He seemed to be enjoying himself and you didn’t want that to end just because of your pathetic urge to chase after someone who clearly didn’t want you back.

Your footsteps came to a clumsy pause, a small, drunken laugh escaping you as you entered the bathroom and caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Your red dress was shorter than you remembered it being when you left, your hair just as perfectly disheveled as your thoughts. You steadied yourself before taking a seat, letting the music from downstairs provide you with a comfortable sense of privacy.

You had just washed your hands and were in the middle of throwing your hair into a bun when the door opened unexpectedly. Your ankle almost sprained from how quickly you’d whipped around, your heart stalling in your chest as Megumi looked back at you with the sound of the lock latching behind him.

“The hell are you doing, Fushiguro?”

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, his arms folding over his chest as he rested his back against the door. “Since when do you date coworkers?”

You almost laughed you were so stunned, your posture straightening a bit as you continued to keep your attention focused on your reflection and not on him. “Since when do you care who I date?”

“I don’t,” he shrugged, “just don’t want to hear you complain about it later when things don’t work out.”

You rolled your eyes, biting back a stupid smile at how annoyingly apathetic he had to be at all times. “And you felt it was necessary to follow me into a bathroom to let me know that?” You countered, finally turning to face him.

It was the first time all night that you’d seen his stoic demeanor start to waver.

His eyes narrowed as he raised his brow at you, letting his arms fall back to his sides. “You’re drunk.” He quipped, taking a slow step towards you. “Just because your boyfriend’s careless enough to let you go running around by yourself doesn’t mean I am.”

Your throat was suddenly dry at how close he was to you, his tidal wave eyes flooding your senses as they dragged down to your lips.

“Your girlfriend’s downstairs.” You reminded him, desperately trying to ignore the heat that was gathering at your center.

“I know,” he breathed, his hand traveling up to the back of your neck as he held you in place. “But you’re right here.”

“Megumi…” Your voice nearly trembled, your insides catching fire at the feeling of his lips grazing yours. “We can’t…”

Your protest was hardly convincing though - not with the way your body was having its own private conversation with his. Practically begging to be touched as he wedged his knee between your thighs just to see how much temptation you could withstand.

He knew you wanted this. Knew that you thought about it just as much as he did, if not more. You’d always followed him around like a lost puppy. Always mirrored whatever he did like your intentions weren’t glaringly obvious. He’d been fighting to restrain himself for the last year and a half. Did everything he could to not succumb to the carnal urges that plagued him every time you showed up to his house in the shortest sundress he’d ever seen. He kept himself busy with other girls - lied to himself and pretended that it wasn’t you he was thinking about when he closed his eyes and thrusted into them. But you were everywhere, not just tonight and not just right now, but always. A constant thought in the back of his mind. A task he couldn’t ever mark as complete. A gnawing, agonizing, need that he couldn’t fight for one more fucking second.

“I’m so tired of it always being someone else,” he said against your lips, letting out a heady little exhale at how submissively you were staring back at him. “I want it to be you.”

The coiling tension in your lower abdomen felt like it was going to snap as the firmness of his knee pushed at just the right angle, giving your clit a much-needed brush of friction while his words swirled lazily through your mind.

He was right- you must’ve been drunk because there was no way he was prompting you to grind on him. No way that he was parting your lips with his tongue. No way that his grip was tangling into your hair as your hips began to rock rhythmically against him. No way that he was helping lift your bra over your head all while a mere staircase separated the two of you from your partners.

There was simply no way any of this was real.

His mouth was warm against your skin, kissing and nipping across your collarbone while his hand palmed at your chest. “S’fucking pretty,” he praised, his gaze pointed at the way your dress had nearly hiked all the way up your hips as you kept riding his leg.

“Show me what you do when you’re alone thinking about me,” he panted, “just like that, don't fucking stop.” His voice was sinful bliss trailing back up your neck, your dress now only covering your midsection as he pulled the straps of it down over your arms so that the top half met where the bottom half had ridden up.

You were dangerously - pathetically, close to cumming, not caring at all who heard you as your nails dug into his shoulder blade. Your needy little clit still pushing and pleading into his leg. “More,” you begged, “please - this isn’t - fair.”

“It’s not fair?” You hated the moan that slipped out at the sickeningly sweet way he mocked you. “Poor thing." His mouth was warm and torturous in the shell of your ear. "You know what I don't think is fair?"

The whimper you let out was all the answer he needed though.

His fingers wrapped delicately around your neck - an odd sense of security laced into them despite the way they were cutting off your oxygen. “I don’t think it’s fair that I have to want you this bad.” His other hand suddenly roaming along the curve of your hip. “I don’t think it’s fair that I have to pretend not to care when you do dumb shit like dangle new men in front of me.” His lips returned to yours, catching all the little whines that were escaping you. “And I really don’t think it’s fair how hard I’m about to fuck you while he’s downstairs waiting for you.”

It definitely wasn't the sentence that should've brought you to your breaking point, but it did. His grip tightened on you, fingertips digging perfectly into each side of your neck making your vision blur and your center ache. Your moans were every bit as broken as your thoughts, your eyes not leaving his while he nodded back at you.

"That's it." His grasp slowly began to release, loosening up with each whine you let out for him. "Cummin’ so easily for me.”

The room was still hazy, electricity dancing along your skin as he gently helped bring you to your feet before turning you around. You watched him from the reflection in the mirror, a dizzy smile cutting across your face while you watched him slip your dress all the way off and bend you over the counter.

"Fuck," he groaned, admiring the slick glistening off of you as he undid his belt. He ran two fingers between your folds, his mouth slightly dropping open at how sensitive you were to his touch - the cute little noises he could coax out of you by barely doing anything and the way your back arched so perfectly for him.

"Look at me," he breathed, placing a firm hand on your shoulder as he lined himself up with you.

His eyes trailed back up to yours, his tip carefully prodding at your entrance while he watched the desperate little expression that had taken over your features. "God damn," he hissed, his breath hitching in his throat at how faithfully your walls were swallowing him.

You were so wet, your brain and body both completely enamored with the sight and feeling of him sinking into you. The waiting game you'd been playing was well worth reward and you were enjoying every inch of your prize.

He was stretching you so tenderly, going deeper and deeper with each thrust. Though he'd told you to look at him, he seemed to be the one having a hard time maintaining your stare. His pretty blue eyes were glazed over, his composure starting to leave him the longer he looked at you.

"Oh my god," he groaned, "why do you feel so fucking good?"

His rhythm became harsher, both his hands grabbing onto your hips as he used you to his liking. “You know how many times I've thought about doing this, huh?" You weren't sure where your moans ended and his began, the rest of the world slipping away as he continued to blissfully bully his way into you. "Look at you, so pouty and pretty. Taking me like such a good girl."

His words made you clench, your cunt nearly suffocating him as he kept letting out more incoherent praises. He was just as lost as you were, just as dazed-out and unaware of his surroundings. The only thing keeping him grounding was the sound of you whimpering his name and how it kept getting needier and louder.

He wanted people to hear. Wanted everyone in the entire house knew that he had you bent over with your tits pressed against the counter and your ass flushed firmly against him. Wanted them to know that it was his name you sang out when you came.

“Megumi -” you whined, “right there, ohmygod, right.. the - re.”

Your walls spasmed around him, little hearts and stars suddenly filling your vision as your eyes rolled back. “Please,” you begged, chasing the blinding white light of your release as far as it would go, “cum inside me, please - fuck, don’t stop.”

He knew he shouldn’t. Knew you weren’t on birth control. Knew you well enough to know how desperate you were to keep him around. He knew all the risks. Knew what a terrible fucking idea it was and yet,

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he grunted, his movements just as needy and out of control as yours. “For me to fill you up,” he was losing himself to the thought, “to go back downstairs with me dripping down your leg? Yeah, I bet you fucking would.”

It was the worst idea. Every reasonable part of him screaming at for him to stop.

“Y - es! Please, please - ah~!”

But the sound of you begging made that reasonable part of him disappear entirely, replaced by an absolutely unhinged part of him that he didn’t even know existed until that very moment.

He wanted your belly to swell, wanted everyone to look at you and know that it was him who had bred you and that it was him who would do it again and again. He was going to make the whole world know you were his and it made him fucking feral.

He groaned, chest heaving as he gave you one last punishing thrust, burying himself as deep as he could as he twitched inside you. His breath hitching in his throat, his mind only filled with you and your body only filled with him.

A beautifully damning warmth coated your walls while you shot him the prettiest, haziest smile he’d ever seen. Both of you slowly returning back to reality.

He carefully pulled out of you, watching the mess the two of you had made spill out of you as he grabbed your shoulders and turned you around to face him.

His hands were warm against the sides of your neck, thumb placed firmly under your chin to tilt your head up towards his, “Next time you decide to shove another guy in my face,” he said, “you better make sure they’re not dumb enough to leave you alone with me.”

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

[xoxojuyo]

Out of reach pt. II - jungkook

𐙚 pairing lawyer!jungkook x nepobaby!reader

𐙚 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, THIS SERIES CONTAIN MATURE CONTENT

𐙚 word count 1,6K words

𐙚 warnings jungkook is older than reader, even tough on mention of ages, kissing, CHEATING, reader is aware and feels guilt

Hope you enjoy 🤍✨ pt. I

You adjusted your oversized hoodie as you and Wonyoung stepped into the trendy café, the smell of roasted coffee beans filling the air. Fresh from your Pilates class, both were glowing with a post-workout flush.

“So, this weekend, we’re going, right?” Wonyoung asked, scrolling through pictures of Kelingking Beach on her phone.

“Definitely,” you replied. “I need the ocean breeze. It’s been too long since we had a proper getaway.”

As you approached the counter, a familiar voice from behind caught you off guard.

“y/n?”

You froze. Your eyes darted toward the source of the voice. Jungkook stood there, his expression a mix of surprise and uncertainty. He looked effortlessly stylish in a black oversized t shirt, black washed out black jeans and baseball cap.

“Hi,” he said tentatively, his tone soft, almost careful. “How have you been?”

You felt your chest tighten. Without a word, you turned your back to him, focusing on the menu board as though it held the secrets of the universe.

Wonyoung, sensing the tension, whispered, “Is that… him? The guy from the flight?”

You gave a terse nod, biting your lip.

Once you had your coffees, you sat by the window. Wonyoung leaned in, curiosity brimming. “So… what’s the deal? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

You sighed, staring at the swirling foam in your cup. “It’s just… seeing him brings it all back. I was confused at first, thinking maybe I misread everything. But the more I thought about it, the angrier I got. He acted like he cared, but he was just playing with me the whole time.”

Your mind flashed back to your flight together—the stolen glances, the laughter, the way he’d leaned in just a little too close. For a moment, it had felt like you were the only two people in the world. And then, the crushing blow of his confession: I have a girlfriend.

~

The neon glow of the bar lights bathed the room in shades of pink and blue. You clinked your martini glass with Wonyoung’s, the gin warming your chest as you let yourself get lost in the music.

“Eunju, who are you texting?” Wonyoung teased.

“My guy,” Eunju replied with a grin. “He’s here with his friends. Mind if they join us?”

“Sure,” the girls chimed in unison.

Minutes later, Eunju waved over a group of guys. Your smile faltered when you saw him—Jungkook.

“Seriously?” You muttered under your breath.

He caught your eye and gave a small nod, but you avoided his gaze, focusing on your drink. Jungkook, however, didn’t seem deterred, attempting small talk every chance he got.

Finally, needing a moment to yourself, you grabbed your pack of cigarettes and headed to the terrace. The cool night air did little to soothe your nerves.

A few minutes later, the door creaked open, and Jungkook stepped out.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice low. “I know I hurt you. I understand why you’re avoiding me.”

You exhaled a plume of smoke, refusing to meet his eyes.

“I’ll leave you alone,” he said, turning to go.

“Do you love her?” The question escaped your lips before you could stop it.

Jungkook stopped in his tracks, then slowly turned back to face you.

“I thought I did,” he admitted, his voice trembling slightly. “I thought that once I got back to my routine, I’d feel guilty. That it was just a moment of weakness for a beautiful girl.”

Your breath hitched.

“But I couldn’t stop thinking about how incomplete I felt. How little I knew you but wanted to know more. To kiss you again.”

Jungkook stepped closer, the intensity in his gaze making your heart race. Your breath intensified as the world seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of you on the terrace.

Without a word, he reached up, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. His fingertips lingered, sending a shiver down your spine.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he murmured, his voice low and vulnerable.

Before you could respond, his lips met yours.

The kiss was tentative at first, as if testing the waters. His lips were warm, soft, and impossibly gentle, yet there was a tension beneath the surface—an urgency that spoke of longing and regret.

You froze for a split second, your mind racing, the thought of what you were doing was tremendously evil. But then something inside you gave way, it just felt so good, not just his lips felt good, but the controversy of the act, the forbiddeness of your relationship, so you kissed him back. It was like a dam breaking, all the pent-up emotions from your short-lived story on the plane pouring out in that moment.

Jungkook’s hand moved to cradle your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek in a way that made your knees weaken. His other hand rested lightly on your waist, pulling you closer, as if afraid you might slip away again.

The kiss deepened, growing more passionate with each passing second. His tongue caressing yours, his teeth biting your lower lip, the exchange of saliva getting more intense. His lips moved against yours with a desperation that mirrored your own, as though he was trying to make up for everything, like he promised.

The cool night air contrasted sharply with the heat between you, your fingers clutching at the fabric of his shirt as if anchoring yourself to the moment.

When you finally broke apart, both were breathless, your foreheads nearly touching, his lips swollen and slightly tinted with your red lipstick. His eyes searched yours, as though trying to decipher the storm of emotions swirling within you.

“y/n…” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

But you couldn’t find the words to respond, your mind a whirl of confusion, desire, and the painful knowledge of everything that had brought them to this point.

“This isn’t fair,” you said looking at him straight to the eyes. “For neither of us, your girlfriend and me.”

His eyes went from ecstatic to disillusioned, “I understand…”

~

After that night at the bar, everything changed. Jungkook had insisted on taking you home, his insistence both polite and protective. Before you left his car, he handed you his phone, asking softly, “Your number?”

You hesitated, guilt swirling in your chest. But there was something in his gaze—vulnerability, longing—that you couldn’t resist. You typed in your number, sealing a fate you weren’t sure you were ready for.

Since then, you had been talking on KakaoTalk every day. Your conversations were casual at first—simple exchanges about how your days went or what you were doing. But over time, the messages grew longer, more intimate. He’d send pictures of his meals, ask you about your favorite songs, and even shared silly anecdotes from his day.

You felt guilty, of course. Horribly guilty. Every time his name popped up on your screen, you thought about the girl he was betraying. But you couldn’t deny how much you looked forward to those chats, how comforting it was to talk to him, how utterly magnetic he was.

When you mentioned to Wonyoung that you had invited him to dinner at your grandfather’s restaurant—a Michelin-starred culinary gem—she didn’t hold back.

“You’re awful, y/n,” she said bluntly. “You’re helping him cheat.”

“I know,” you muttered, staring at your phone.

“But…” Wonyoung softened. “I know how much you like him. Just… think everything through, okay? Before this gets too serious. You’re not just playing with fire—you’re bathing in it.”

~

The restaurant was warm and intimate, with soft golden lighting that illuminated the intricate woodwork and glass displays of your grandfather’s creations. You had reserved a private table, tucked away in a corner overlooking the city skyline.

You chose a sleek, black silk dress that hugged your figure but fell elegantly to your knees, paired with simple gold jewelry and black heels. Jungkook arrived in a tailored navy suit, the crisp white shirt underneath unbuttoned just enough to show a hint of his collarbone. He looked effortlessly stunning, and the sight of him made your pulse quicken.

“You look beautiful,” he said as he pulled out your chair, his voice low and sincere.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you teased, taking your seat.

The dinner began with a series of amuse-bouches, each more exquisite than the last. You watched as Jungkook tried each dish with curiosity and delight, his reactions varying from wide-eyed amazement to playful critiques.

“This one,” he said, pointing to a delicate scallop dish. “Is almost too pretty to eat. But I’ll make the sacrifice.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous.”

As the main courses arrived—perfectly seared Wagyu steak for him, a delicate truffle risotto for you—your conversation turned lighthearted. He teased you about your inability to drink espresso without sugar, and you teased him back about his obsession with perfectly symmetrical food plating.

But then, as dessert arrived—a stunning mille-feuille with caramelized apples—Jungkook’s tone shifted.

“I need to tell you something,” he said, his gaze dropping to his hands. “About my relationship.”

You set down your fork, your stomach twisting.

“My relationship… it didn’t start naturally,” he admitted. “My father is a well-known lawyer, and he works closely with a famous politician. They would joke for years about how their youngest children should date. Eventually, they arranged a meeting for us.”

You stayed silent, watching as he struggled to put his thoughts into words.

“At first, I thought I liked her. She’s a good woman, everything someone could ask for. I convinced myself that I loved her. It was easy. It felt… safe.”

He looked up at you, his eyes searching yours.

“But then I met you.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“For the first time, I questioned everything. You make me feel things I didn’t think I was capable of feeling—excitement, curiosity, passion. You’ve made me realize how much I’ve been settling.”

His words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. You felt a flicker of hope—small, fragile, but undeniable. Maybe… just maybe… this wasn’t impossible after all.

@taekritimin123 @futuristicenemychaos @jnghs

[mamaguroheartstoji]

bunny kisses 🐇 & pancake mornings 🥞 with fushiguro fam 🤍✨

the soft glow of early morning light spilled into the bedroom. mamaguro was still half-asleep, curled under the blanket, when she felt a tiny hand patting her face.

“mama,” came the little voice, insistent but garbled with sleep.

she cracked open one eye to see baby megumi sitting up beside her, his black hair sticking up in every direction like a little bird's nest. he had one of his plushies clutched in his arms—a floppy-eared bunny she’d sewn for him—and his big blue-green eyes blinked at her expectantly.

“good morning, sweetheart,” mamaguro murmured, brushing her fingers through his messy hair.

toji, sprawled out on the other side of the bed, let out a loud snore, earning a giggle from megumi. the little boy turned toward his dad, crawling clumsily over to him.

“papa!” megumi declared, plopping down on toji’s chest.

toji groaned, one eye cracking open to see his son grinning down at him. “gumi, buddy, it’s too early for this,” he muttered, his voice rough with sleep.

but megumi wasn’t deterred. he leaned down, pressing his tiny hands to toji’s cheeks, smooshing them together as he giggled. “wake up, papa!”

mamaguro laughed softly from her side of the bed. “looks like someone’s decided it’s time to start the day.”

toji let out a dramatic sigh, pulling megumi into his arms and rolling onto his back, the little boy squealing in delight. “you’re lucky you’re cute, kid,” toji said, smirking as he tickled megumi’s sides, earning more giggles.

megumi squirmed, holding his bunny tight as he buried his face in toji’s chest. “papa, nooo!”

“papa, yes,” toji teased, tickling him one last time before letting him go.

mamaguro propped herself up on one elbow, watching the two of them with a soft smile. “you two are a handful, you know that?”

toji glanced over at her, grinning. “you love it.”

“maybe,” she admitted, reaching out to scoop megumi into her arms. she kissed his chubby cheek, making him giggle again.

“mama,” megumi said softly, leaning his head against her shoulder, his little hand clutching her shirt.

toji sat up, ruffling megumi’s hair. “all right, let’s get breakfast going. pancakes, little guy?”

megumi’s eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands. “’cakes!”

“you spoil him,” mamaguro said with a mock sigh, standing up with megumi in her arms.

toji smirked, throwing an arm around her shoulders as they headed to the kitchen. “yeah, but he’s worth it.”

the kitchen was a cozy mess of warm light and the faint smell of coffee. mamaguro settled into a chair with baby megumi on her lap, his bunny still firmly in his grasp. he babbled happily, occasionally pointing at random things on the table.

toji stood at the stove, wearing an apron mamaguro had insisted he buy months ago. it was black with the words "grill master" printed on it—a little over the top for pancakes, but he wore it anyway.

“watch and learn, gumi,” toji said, flipping a pancake with a little too much flair.

megumi clapped his tiny hands together, clearly impressed by his dad’s “technique.” mamaguro hid a smile behind her hand.

“you know,” she teased, “the goal is to keep the pancake in the pan, not send it flying across the room.”

toji glanced back, a cocky smirk tugging at his lips. “have some faith, woman. i’ve got this.”

just as he said it, the next pancake flipped… and landed half out of the pan. toji froze, his hand hovering in midair as mamaguro burst into laughter.

“got this, huh?” she said between giggles.

toji sighed dramatically, scraping the half-flipped pancake back into the pan. “you’re setting me up for failure here. the kid’s watching; he’s gonna think i’m an amateur.”

megumi, oblivious to his dad’s plight, was more interested in chewing on his bunny’s ear.

“i think he’s more concerned about breakfast arriving soon,” mamaguro said, gently bouncing megumi on her knee.

“all right, all right,” toji grumbled, focusing on the pan again. after a few more successful flips, he finally had a respectable stack of pancakes. he plated them with a flourish, adding a dollop of butter and a drizzle of syrup.

“voilà,” he said, setting the plate down in front of mamaguro and megumi. “breakfast, courtesy of chef toji.”

megumi reached for the plate immediately, babbling excitedly. mamaguro grabbed his little hands just in time. “hold on, sweetheart. it’s hot.”

toji sat down across from them, watching as mamaguro carefully cut up a pancake into tiny pieces for megumi.

“you spoil him,” toji said with a smirk, mimicking her earlier words.

“he’s worth it,” mamaguro replied, a playful glint in her eyes as she handed megumi a tiny fork.

megumi managed to stab a piece of pancake and shove it into his mouth, syrup smearing across his cheek. he looked up at toji with wide, delighted eyes.

“good?” toji asked, leaning forward.

“good!” megumi replied around a mouthful of pancake.

toji grinned, reaching over to ruffle his hair. “that’s my boy.”

mamaguro watched them with a warm smile, her heart full as her two favorite people shared a quiet, simple moment together.

after breakfast, the kitchen was a sticky war zone of syrup smears and a plate with half-eaten pancake bits strewn about. megumi, with syrup on his cheeks, hands, and somehow even his hair, sat in mamaguro’s lap, blissfully unaware of the chaos he’d caused.

“you know,” mamaguro started, dabbing at megumi’s face with a damp cloth, “if you’re going to call yourself a chef, maybe you could also learn to clean like one.”

toji leaned back in his chair, arms crossed behind his head. “hey, my job was pancakes. cleaning’s extra.”

she gave him a mock glare, her lips twitching upward in a smile. “extra, huh? should we count how many pancakes landed halfway out of the pan?”

toji grinned, standing and stretching. “fine, fine. i’ll handle it.” he grabbed a towel and started wiping down the counters, glancing over at them as he worked.

“you know,” he said, smirking, “gumi’s already showing promise. he liked my cooking more than yours.”

“oh, really?” mamaguro said, raising an eyebrow.

toji pointed toward megumi, who was chewing on his bunny’s ear. “look at that face. that’s the face of a satisfied customer.”

megumi chose that moment to let out a small hiccup, which was immediately followed by a bubbly giggle.

“case closed,” toji declared, tossing the towel onto the counter.

“you’re ridiculous,” mamaguro said with a laugh, standing up with megumi in her arms. she kissed the top of megumi’s head, sticky hair and all, then turned to toji. “your satisfied customer needs a bath.”

“hey, it’s only fair if i made breakfast, you take bath duty,” toji teased, leaning against the counter.

mamaguro rolled her eyes. “it’s bath duty, not a death sentence.”

but toji was already moving toward her, taking megumi from her arms. “nah, i’ll handle it. gumi and i have a system, right, kid?”

megumi stared up at him, blinking slowly before reaching for toji’s nose.

“see?” toji said with a grin. “teamwork.”

the bathroom was soon filled with the sound of splashing water and megumi’s giggles. mamaguro lingered in the doorway, leaning against the frame as she watched them.

toji knelt by the tub, rolling up his sleeves as he carefully poured water over megumi’s head. the little boy squealed, splashing water everywhere, including directly onto toji’s face.

“gumi,” toji said, wiping his face with a hand, “you trying to drown me here?”

megumi just laughed, kicking his legs in the water.

“he’s a menace,” mamaguro said, her voice filled with affection.

toji glanced back at her, water dripping from his chin. “he gets it from you.”

“sure he does,” she said, crossing her arms.

toji turned back to megumi, who was now busy chewing on the edge of a rubber duck. “all right, buddy, let’s finish this up before your mama decides to frame me for war crimes.”

megumi just babbled in response, completely at ease in his dad’s hands.

after the bath, megumi was wrapped in a fluffy towel, his hair sticking up in soft tufts. mamaguro took him from toji and began drying him off, pressing soft kisses to his cheeks as he squirmed in her arms.

“you’re all clean now, aren’t you, sweetheart?” she cooed.

toji watched them, leaning against the doorway with a towel slung over his shoulder. “you know,” he said, his voice quieter now, “we’ve got a pretty good thing here.”

mamaguro looked up, meeting his eyes. there was a softness there, a rare vulnerability that made her chest ache.

“yeah,” she said, smiling at him. “we do.”

toji stepped closer, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and leaning down to kiss the top of her head. “thanks for putting up with me,” he murmured.

“always,” she said softly, resting her head against his shoulder as megumi yawned in her arms.

it was these small, quiet moments that she held onto—messy, chaotic, and utterly perfect in their own way.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

I’ve never done a request, and obviously you can say no. But I’d love to hear what you think the sleep tokens would be like with a gf/wife/whatever who had a baby and are not comfortable with the way their body has changed??

I’m 9 months post partum and I’m having a hard time with this, so, idk, you’re so good at writing.

Thank you ♥️♥️

Be kind to yourself mama, you grew a whole new life. ✨🤍

Vessel

Let’s face it, you were a muse to him before your pregnancy but the thought of you growing his baby alerted his brain chemistry. He wanted to be a part of everything. The smallest of things like your back or side itching was interesting to him. So he weathered the storm in your head for you. Jumping at any given moment to remind you just how beautiful you were.

That didn’t change after you delivered the baby. Hair tangled and unwashed for days? Still pretty to him. He would just offer to take your bundle of joy and let you have your time. Or if you need help he’s settling the little one and he’s right there in the shower with you. Sitting you down on a little stool and washing your hair for you. Shirt covered in spit-up and breast milk stains? He couldn’t care less you are still stunning to him.

So he sees it. The glazeqd look in your eyes as you feed your baby. Head thrown over the back of the sofa. Vess settles beside you. Handing you an iced water bottle. Waving a little waffle bar in front of you. One that you just look at before shaking your head. That’s enough to make him frown.

“Do you want a different snack?”, he glances over to the kitchen, “Frozen yogurt bites? Nutella on toast? Crisps?”. You shake your head at it all. “Okay… do you want me to cook you something. We have that brownie mix or I can make you pancakes?”, and you know he would because there wasn’t a craving that went unsatisfied during your pregnancy.

“An apple of carrots might just do”, you shrug. Vessel tilts his head to the side, “You crave sugar when you breastfeed. Apples are tart, well the ones we have are. I could run to the…”, you reach out pressing your hand onto his thigh. “There’s no need, we’ll just eat dinner later on”, you try to smile at him but you can practically see the gears turning in his head. He doesn’t push but his eyes are demanding answers.

“It’s time I seriously start thinking about losing the baby chub I still have”, the words feel sour on your tongue, and from the way Vessel frowns you can tell that it tastes just as sour to him. “Your body grew our child”, he shakes his head. “Yeah, but I want to fit into my jeans again”, you scoff, not sure why you were biting back at him. Vessel stands up, reaching for your hand, “Can you stand up real quick”, and it’s not a question. His arms are steadying you as you both move. The baby lets out an annoyed grunt from all the commotion. One that Vessel is quick to soothe with a couple of kisses to their head.

And then he’s careful dragging you towards the bedroom. Towards your biggest enemy. The full wall mirror. But he doesn’t let you halt as he pulls you right in front of it. Standing protectively behind you. Leaning in to kiss the side of your head, your shoulder.

“I’m starting to think that we see very different things when we look in the mirror”, he says. “Bet, you are a sex god and I am just…”, you start only to be cut off by Vess, “I dare you to finish that sentence”. And there’s an edge to his voice now. The protector in full force. You feel your eyes sting slightly. “You are talking shit about a body that grew our baby”, he continues, hands reaching for your sides as he pulls you against him. “You grew eyelashes, little toes, blue eyes here”, his fingers snake beneath the stained shirt, gliding effectively over your skin. “But I was pretty before this”, you hiccup slightly, watching him watch you in the mirror. “You were”, he admits before adding, “You’re gorgeous now”. Your heart skips a beat and you let a sob slip past your lips. Leaning your head back against his chest. Vessel is right there ready to kiss each tear away. Ready to breathe you in. Until you believe in it too.

iii

He had just come home after rehearsals. Arms full of shit he randomly bought at a grocery store cause Thursday was always movie night. He halts listening for the noises around the apartment. The bub should be having an evening nap now and at times it means you’re also napping so he doesn’t want to disturb either one of you. It’s the light sniffing that makes his senses perk up almost immediately. So iii is kicking off his shoes in a hurry as he moves towards the sound.

He finds you in the laundry room. Hands clenching onto a white dress he knew you had worn so many times back when you two used to go clubbing still. Your tear-stained cheeks kill him internally. He can handle lots of shit but not you crying. So iii is reaching out to you, making you jump ever so slightly. “Shit, I didn’t hear you”, you breathe out, quickly wiping your damp cheeks. But you know that the damage is done. He saw you. Lying about it would be pointless.

He comes to tower over you, both palms cupping your cheeks as he lifts your face so he can see you better, “Hey, what’s wrong?”, he muses. Blue eyes drowning you in. “Come here look at me”, he urges, reaching down to hold onto your thighs as he lifts you, setting you down on the washing machine. Parting your thighs so he could step between your legs.

You let out a deep sigh, “Just don’t feel like me”, admitting it out loud feeling just painful. “What do you mean by that?”, he has an inkling where this is going but he’s not about to jump to conclusions. Even more so not pointing it out because he doesn’t want to fuel the fire that’s already burning.

“Have you seen my tits my shirt straps are holding on for dear life”, you grunt, with a shake of your head. “Oh I’ve seen them”, iii can’t help but smirk, “wouldn’t mind seeing them more often”, he wiggles his eyebrows, tilting his head to the side so he can lean closer to you.

“iii”, you can’t help a little snort that slips past your lips. “What? I am an honest man”, he puts his palm on his heart before reaching out to squeeze your thighs, “Same goes for your thighs if I could I would be all over you”, he wraps your legs around his torso. You look up at him, “Yeah but I’m… don’t you think that I’m ugly now, not as hot?”, you ask, before chewing on the inside of your cheek. “Not as hot?”, iii raises his eyebrows, “Mama, you are the hottest. Sizzling hot, look”, he presses a finger to the swell of your breast, letting out a hiss before blowing at the tip of his finger as if he had just gotten burnt. You can’t help but let out a laugh as you shake your head, “You’re unbelievable”. A grin spread over his face, “No, you are unbelievable, unbelievably beautiful”, he pointed out, reaching to cup your jaw, “You brought life into this world that’s fucking breathtaking”, he muses against your lips before leaning in to kiss you.

ii

He has the baby sprawled on his forearm. Little koala straddling a tree trunk. He loves it like that. The little kicks growing into sleepy calmness. He’s mixing eggs with a fork with the other hand. Humming a tune beneath his breath, a new melody he’s been working on with the boys.

“I’m not going”, his happy bubble is busted with the sound of your voice as he turns towards you. “What do you mean you’re not going?”, he frowns slightly. Eyes falling over your curves and the summery dress you had on. Maybe not going was a good option. If he got the baby to sleep he would have you all to himself and if he could just yank the skirt part up…

“Look at me”, you huff in frustration making ii blink. “I am looking, I’m looking”, he nods not following your train of thought. “And?”, you say in frustration. He frowns slightly, “And?”, he repeats your question because he’s genuinely not seeing an issue or maybe the dress was new and he should have said something about it. “I look pathetic in this. I can’t go out looking like that”, you pull at the material of your dress before turning to the side, pinching the bride of your nose.

ii bounces the still half asleep baby in his arms, before carefully lowering them into the swing. He doesn’t have to see you. He can feel the tears streaming down your face. Each tear leaving a new crack in his heart. So he’s turning to you, reaching for your hand but you bat his arms away from you. “Nah, I ain’t having any of this”, he muses, stepping in front of you, pulling your hands away from your face, and guiding them over his torso instead.

“Did someone say anything about the way you look?”, he asks, “Cause I am not opposed to shoving drum sticks up someone’s ass”. You just shake your head, “Everything just feels different, I feel like every part of my body is not mine”, you admit, lip wobbling. “You were just pregnant, you’re feeding a child now and your hormones are once again having a field day”, he states firmly, “Why are you taring yourself apart for something so natural and normal?”, “I just want to feel like myself again”, you muttered, resting your head on his chest. “We can go clothes shopping if you hate what you have, clothes are meant to fit you not the other way around. We can go work out together if that would make you feel better and I am not referring to sex, although…”, ii trails off. “ii”, you grunt, making him smirk, “I’m just saying, if you need me home more so you could do more stuff that would make you feel better, you let me know and I will make it happen”, he reaches out, cupping your face. Carefully brush some of your hair away from your face.

iv

Ivy had a feeling that something had been off for some time now. You’ve been pushing his hands away from your body, or simply escaping his embrace. You stopped changing in front of him. Instead opting to take your clothes to the bathroom. But it’s the Sunday morning that does it for him. He had just settled the baby for the morning nap after feeding them the bottle. He hears the shower running and as if on out-pilot, he’s yanking his shirt over his head. Grabbing the baby monitor and walking towards the shared bathroom. He’s tugging at his shorts when his shoulder collides with the door. He frowns, reaching for the handle only to find it locked. A part of him understood your need for alone time but he much rather get told off and be shushed out of the bathroom than be locked out of it.

So he sits on the bed, right in front of the door. Waiting for you to come out. Not angry not frustrated, but feeling the need to finally bring this up. You unlock the door sometime later. Halting mid-step when you see iv sitting there. “I wasn’t expecting you here”, you chuckle slightly. “We always shower together”, he points out. You watch him for a moment. “You locked the doors”, he says softly, “not that it’s a bad thing, you can do that just… I feel like you’ve been avoiding me”. His words make your heart ache.

“And if I’ve done something to upset you, I would love to know 'cause I am too stupid to see that”, he gets up walking closer to you. You let out a deep sigh but don’t push him away this time. Missing his touch just as much. “I’m sorry”, he mumbles, and you shake your head, “You haven’t done anything wrong it’s all on me”, you let your fingers run over his arms as you think over your next words. “I just… I don’t look the same and I… I guess I was hoping I could bounce back and then you wouldn’t have to see me out of shape”. The sentence comes out like one big breath. You watchiv blink slowly. He opens his mouth a couple of times before closing it.

“I’m sorry but that’s the stupidest thing I’ve heard”, he shakes his head, “What do you mean bounce back? See what? I’ve seen everything. I put frozen pads in your nickers may I remind you of that, after putting that squirty thing to hose it down”. “It’s a peri bottle, not a hose”, you roll your eyes with a shake of your head. “Doesn’t change the point”, he shrugs.

“I just don’t like how I look and I guess…”, your voice dies down as you bite your lips. “Well, rock into my fucking garden. I’ve done a shit job of reminding you of how beautiful you are to me”, iv wraps an arm over your middle, pulling you close to him. “Should have seen through this. I just thought you needed alone time”. He presses his forehead to yours, “Not running a hate campaign against yourself. We can’t have that, love”. You give him a sad smile, “I’ve missed you”, you mutter. “I’m here and I’m taking over your worshipping”, his hands reach behind your thighs as he pulls you up and into his arms.

[thesensteawitch]

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They are saying that you're protecting your heart at all costs! After a gruesome heartbreak, you've become overly guarded. As this protectiveness is crossing the line and is falling on the excess side, someone is concerned about you. You're suppressing your desire to be loved because it looks like a far-fetched dream. They say that you carry your heart on your sleeve but not in the way it's described in a poem. Your heart with cracks on it is embedded on your sleeve, and you carry it unapologetically. No one can dare to pull your heart out as you now come off as intimidating. You're a sensual being, and that can be seen in the way you carry yourself. Some of you may even have tattoos that people adore or find appealing. People and energies are drawn to you the way a moth is drawn to a flame. And all they talk about is how attractive you are. Some may not even say it out loud, but they stare at you secretly. If you feel your sacral chakra is overactive or underactive, it is because all sorts of energies are drawn to your ethereal beauty. It's necessary that you protect yourself by wearing crystals like black tourmaline, black obsidian, or tiger's eye. Meditate on your sacral chakra by listening to 417 Hz. By coming across a wrong partner, your sacral chakra has gone out of balance, but there's nothing to worry about. This imbalance can be handled. People around you also find you really creative, and that's another reason why your sacral chakra is highly active because the power to create comes from our sacral chakra. It's necessary that people also see your soft, vocal side, intuitive side, and confident side and not just your aesthetic side. Balance is necessary, and the people close to you still feel the need for you to heal from your past. You can't hide behind art; your art (your aesthetic) speaks about your pain. Your angel number is 373. Stars ✨ can be significant to you. If you're wearing something in white or blue, then this reading is definitely for you. Numbers 13 & 15 are also prominent. A major death of a karmic cycle happened in your life. Stay blessed, pile 1. Sending you love and healing. May the shakti be with you!

Pile 2 📰

People admire your work ethic and the work you do. They think that you're fair to everyone, be it in personal or professional relationships. You come off as very mysterious too. Others think that you're a nature lover and live a holistic life. You may work in a field where you often have one-on-one conversations with people or focus on building connections. You've a perfect blend of earth, air, water, and fire elements. People think that you're hardworking, charming, loving, and intelligent. To others, you're an all-rounder. People put you on a pedestal and think that you deserve the best. You walk like a king/queen. They know that you know your worth and will never settle for less. You may even have admirers or someone in love with your energy and the work that you do. Many wish to have someone like you in their lives. Others think that you always receive divine help in your time of need. Many think that you must be in a relationship, but most of you aren't. I do see, by the way, someone approaching you within a few days, or you waiting for someone to share the love that you've got with someone special. People admire how you balance your shadow and light with such intelligence and fairness. People are looking forward to hearing from you or what you have to say. They love taking advice from you because you bring clarity in others' lives. Your energy is beautiful, pile 2. Keep doing what you're doing. You're being seen and appreciated in ways that you aren't even aware of. This appreciation may not come directly from others, but the world sees you and what you bring to the table. A lot of people might like to take relationship advice from you, be it platonic or romantic. You understand humans really well because of your past experiences. But not many are aware of this, but they appreciate who you've turned out to be due to the lessons you've learned. Very rarely do people find you too blunt, but otherwise you're sweet and fair to them. Some people even want to be like you or compare themselves to you. So keep reminding everyone that they are enough. You're hope in others lives. 444 is your angel number confirming that you're divinely protected and are very well balanced. If you're wearing a bracelet on your wrist, then this reading is definitely for you! Bye, beautiful beings. See you in the next reading.

Pile 3 🌳🌳

Oh, pile 3! You mean the whole world to someone. You are a free spirit with a strong moral compass, and that's exactly how others view you. You may come off as very talkative and flirtatious too. Haha! But people adore your hopeless romantic side. You're someone who would either give flowers or would love to receive flowers. Some people may even look at a flower, and it may remind them of you. People think that you're very accepting of others dark sides too. You're not a judgmental person but very nurturing. You give motherly vibes. People think that you're confident and comfortable in your own skin. You're always trying different things or talking about trying something new. People think that you're a jack of all trades. You may have knowledge about different things, and people find it really inspiring. People love how thoughtful you are while giving gifts. Your love language may be giving gifts or cooking food or writing a long letter to someone. To some people you come off as flighty and to some very grounded. You have multiple personalities, and people know you for which side you show to them. So does anyone really know who you are deep down? I don't think so. Maybe your mother only knows who you truly are from within, or a childhood friend knows. People think that you don't like to be controlled. Some people think that you're taking too long to make an important decision or a choice. You may want to explore the world with someone and then settle in one place. But this is something not everyone knows. They think that you never settle in a connection, but the truth is that you haven't found the one yet. At 5:55 the bell rang. This is about to change very soon for you. You may have someone in your mind you wish to be with or dream of being with. I feel that people around you want to see you settle down with someone or get married. So listen to your intuition and choose the one your heart feels safe with. Your angel number is 2112. If you're wearing something in black or recently saw a dice 🎲 or a rainbow 🌈, then this reading is definitely for you! Bye, pile 3. I hope you find the one soon. See you!

[j0kers-light]

His Angel: Hesitate (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

Hesitate

series summary:

Y/n is secretly a guardian angel with a home base in Gotham City. All of your previous assignments have passed on peacefully and you fail to take on another; much to your counsel's growing concern. You spend your days blending in with the citizens of Gotham until an unexpected encounter throws your entire existence upside down.

chapter summary:

Y/n must find a way to adjust with The Joker being your new charge. No one said it would be easy, you just wish things weren't so precarious.

author's note:

Hey hi my loves!! I'm back with another angelic chapter! It’s been a while….. 👀 anyhoo I do have a song inspo for this chapter if you are interested! I envision this being Y/n’s theme song anytime she’s summoned to Joker’s aid. The title of it fits perfectly with the chapter 🤭

Meanwhile!? Sixth time's the charm?!! I fought Joker six flipping times to get this chapter right and I am so happy to announce that I lost every time. OH MY GOSH THE REVISIONS. The first draft…. gurl 😬 I almost screwed up the entire storyline. Anyhoooo. *cringe* I do hope you enjoy the chapter and have a great day! 🤍✨

Let me know if you wish to be added to the official His Angel taglist! Be alerted with the story updates! 🤍✨

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You broke through the clouds and instinctively tucked your wings away as you descended to the city below.  

While visiting Ario, your eyes glowed with a premonition; showing what would occur should you fail to protect your charge from his impending death. The mere fact he already stumbled into more trouble not even a few hours after his first encounter at the bank, vexed you greatly.  

Would this be your daily routine until death earned this mortal? You huffed in irritation at the thought.  

Joker managed to wake up from the sleeping spell you placed on him. You knew something was unusual about the man and this triumphant feat just proved your suspicions.  

There was no time to dwell on the how's. The scene was already set, and your sense of duty burned within your veins to act.  

On paper, Joker’s escape plan was foolproof. He just needed to sneak out of the apartment and down to street level—all while avoiding being seen. Frost and the others would be waiting in an unmarked car to pick Joker up. Once he reached the building’s alleyway, freedom was his. The coast looked clear, so Joker boldly stepped out of the apartment building and cursed under his breath seeing the GCPD cruiser pass by with the worst timing ever. 

He had seconds to duck, but it was all in vain. The two officers spotted Joker’s signature green hair and proceeded to give chase.   

Unbeknownst to all, you had the situation well under control.  

You used same door Joker walked out of to slam back open with enough force to send the pursuing officer falling back unconscious. He’d have a vicious headache later, not like you cared. One down and your glowing eyes soon settled on the remaining cop chasing Joker down the alley. 

They narrowed when the man raised his gun to fire. Humans and their paltry weapons never ceased to annoy you.  

You grabbed a nearby bag of garbage and swung it to smack the gun out of the man's hand. While he was spooked, you kicked him behind the very dumpster you were now casually walking towards. It all happened too fast for a human to react; just the way you preferred it. 

Joker had at this point reached the getaway car and was scrambling inside. Mac’s blue gaze greeted him curiously from the backseat. “Boss, why are you running?” he asked. 

Frost was thinking the same thing since no one was chasing J. The alleyway was deserted despite early dawn fast approaching.  

Even stranger, Joker blinked as if he was coming out of a fog. His mind was so spacey lately. Thinking about anything physically hurt. Large gaps of time were missing and nothing was aligning to the present tense. His wild night of crime flashed before his eyes and yet doubt shrouding its authenticity. 

To be perfectly honest, he couldn’t remember much of anything after waking up in that empty apartment from earlier. He doubted that even happened his mind was so screwed up. “Whatever. Let’s go.” He was anxious to get out of here. The quicker he left maybe then his memory would clear up.  

Frost was putting the car into drive when Joker had the sudden urge to look up. Mac’s words made him feel as though he were forgetting something. It was the same feeling he had before. He was glad to be leaving until he saw a figure walking in the alleyway.  

Time stood still. The world stopped spinning. It was you, the girl he encountered in the bank.  

The same girl who touched his scars and set his soul alight. He didn’t understand the magnetic pull you had on him, but he needed to find out why.  

“Stop the car.” Joker mumbled.  

“What? Yoo boss we gotta go.”  

It didn’t matter who said it, Joker repeated his order while adding on a soft, “It’s her.” 

“Who? Do you know her, Boss?” Mac asked.  

He barely got a glimpse of you since you strolled back inside, keenly aware of the multiple eyes on you. You prayed that Joker’s curiosity was piqued and that he returned back to your care. You’d been dwelling amongst humans long enough to understand that men were simple minded. The things a man would do when guided by lust were astonishing. 

However, your charge surprised you.  

He proved yet again that he was far more complex than you given him credit for. You heard tires screeching on the pavement as Joker and his goons sped off into the morning horizon. He didn’t fall for your ruse. You were baffled. How could this be? 

Never once had an assignment left your side, involuntarily or otherwise. Had you truly lost your touch? It surely felt like it with all the mistakes and blunders you made so far.  

You were numb as you took the stairs back to your apartment while thinking on how to proceed. How did you severely underestimate your charge? What was the root of your failures? 

If only you had a Life scroll on this Joker fellow, then there would be no need to second guess or predict his earthly desires. A Life scroll was the ultimate cheat sheet and it could make your job ten times easier; however, with how the assignment process was botched, there was no time to request his records amid the confusion. 

You were still riding on the chance of this being one big mistake and that the Batman was your true charge to protect. Yet you could feel the bond deep in your soul. You were stuck with the clown. How depressing indeed.  

Then it dawned on you.  

Being Joker’s guardian angel, you had the authority to access his Life scroll any time you pleased. It meant another trip back in the clouds to acquire it, yet it was worth the inconvenience to gain better insight. You would take all the help available.  

Brief images of your last charge flashed across your mind. You refused to allow another human boss you around. And never again did you wish to fail at your sworn duty.  

The morning fog and city pollution acted as a cloak for any early risers gazing up into the morning sky. It was the perfect time to ascend without wasting energy casting a glamor.  

With a sigh, you spread your wings and took flight to get answers—and it was late when your feet landed back onto your balcony, as light as your birthright. 

You spent the entire day scouring the Great Archives for information and you were mentally exhausted because of it.  

All you wanted was some peace and quiet tonight. Your time dwelling amongst humans adapted you to the small comforts of Earth. You were craving a ‘self-care night’ and your loft was the perfect place to do it in. 

Your apartment was clean in a modelesque way due to your lengthy absences. The kitchen was spotless with only the bare minimums in the fridge, yet you loved to indulge on sugary delicacies and always kept them on hand. Right now, your heart was set on a cake you had in a decorative stand, followed immediately by a hot bubble bath.  

The warm calming properties would help you strategize how to handle your wayward charge. There had to be a way to get him to stay in your care. You stepped inside your apartment only to freeze at the sight before you.  

By no means was he in any danger, still you should have been able to sense his presence. For once in your entire existence, someone startled you. It wasn’t a good feeling.  

Joker’s grubby hands were stained red as he gorged on your angel cake topped with wild berries and lemon zest.  

The delicacy you’d been craving all afternoon was gone and the source of your headache was the culprit.  

Joker looked up and spotted you frozen in the living room as he licked his fingers clean. Your face was unreadable, but your clenched fists were a dead giveaway to your mood. You were an erupting volcano with the calmness of a saint.  

“Ya knooooow... ya really should keep your uh.. doors locked? Cuz any~ooone can just barge in here!” Joker said.  

He chewed in an exaggerated way, no doubt to emphasize how he waltzed his way into your abode and helped himself to your cake as mentioned. His words held meaning but you weren’t afraid of him. Nevertheless, you hesitated.  

Your search for Joker’s Life scroll was fruitless.  

Just because there was a slip up with your assignment did not excuse the fact Joker did not have a scroll on record. All humans have one; which begged the question, was Joker even human? 

He certainly did not act like one. He was too self-aware, wise beyond his years, and all in all, a force to be reckoned with—like most heavenly beings are. The so called superhumans of Earth stood no match against him and so the dark clown did as he pleased wreaking havoc. 

What little information you gathered about Joker was that he considered himself an agent of chaos. A violent anarchist who cared little for others and virtually held no self-preservation for his own life. Joker was a textbook nihilist.  

Human law did not apply to you, but it meant everything to your charge. You could tell Joker was wronged by his government. It was the only explanation as to why he wanted to destroy it and the world.  

Too bad it was wishful thinking on his part.  

Joker was just an ant compared to the grand scheme of life. Your job was to let him live life freely until his appointed time came. But he wouldn’t be destroying the world on your watch.  

Still. Never judge, never influence. A guardian angel was a silent protector, nothing more, yet Joker was already pushing those boundaries and then some.  

Hs odd power over your sense of touch and how he managed to sneak up on you just now, pointed to the conclusion that Joker wasn’t mortal. You had every right to be cautious and keep your distance. He made the fine hairs of your feathers bristle in trepidation.  

You balled your fist, ready for a fight should Joker start one.  

Of course he noticed your body language. He was a perceptive human. Joker rolled his eyes and waved you closer. “Awww, don’t be a strangerrr. Sit.” He gestured to the barstool next to him.  

You didn't move. Instead you asked, “Why have you come here?” 

The moon set high in the sky, illuminating your pristine kitchen. Nothing seemed to be out of place but what made him come back? He fled your care early this morning and managed to stay out of trouble ever since. Joker acted as though he never wanted to see you again. Now here he sat eating your food as if nothing was wrong. That irked you more than anything.  

This man.. he was such a handful. You said nothing more as you stared at your assigned charge.  

He pretended that your gaze didn’t bother him. Your e/c eyes made him feel exposed, more so than any invasive experiments and treatments he underwent at Arkham. He was the first to break eye contact. 

There was no more cake for him to stall with. It was time to cut to the chase. Joker licked his fingers before wagging them at you. “I knew it was you from the uhhh bank last nighT.” 

You weren’t surprised that he ignored your question. He really couldn’t let that go..  

He resisted your sleeping spell and somehow managed to remember last night's events? Did your angelic powers not work on him? They worked just fine on the other witnesses and police personnel, just not on him. You gritted your teeth in veiled anger. “I know not of which you speak.” 

Joker’s head tilted sideways. “You talk funny.” He said while picking cake crumbs from out under his nails.  

He flicked them away, tainting your space with his filth. It would take a miracle for you to protect this human and not strangle him on accident. But back to the matter at hand.  

“As if you can judge.” Going forward, you made a note to conceal your angelic dialect around him. Trips back home always subdued your adopted Gotham accent, hence why you avoided going back amongst other reasons. 

You shook your head clear and returned your attention back on Joker.  

It was his turn to openly stare, as if he could see the inner workings of your soul laid bare. His eyes, an unnatural green (even by angelic standards) regarded you in a knowingly manner. Joker’s obvious inspection of you caused you to be more wary of him.  

What did he see? Were you an open book to him? He had to know your true nature. 

In all your millenniums serving as a guardian angel, you never felt more under qualified than right now.  

You remained frozen as Joker stood up and walked towards you. You were like the many statues erected in your honor. Beautiful, hallowed, and emotionless—even as Joker traced the curve of your jaw with a cake knife. You didn’t remember owning one.  

He tipped your chin upward with the utensil, no doubt getting berry sauce on your skin. You could tell by how his tongue darted out to slowly lick his lips. You let your eyes linger on his theatrical makeup as payback. His voice startled you out of your thoughts.  

“I’m gonna keep a verrry close eye on ya.” He smacked his lips when you refused to meet his eye and like a switch, his entire mood flipped. “Look. At. Me! Hmm? Is it the scars?? Wanna know how I got em’? C’mere, I’ll show ya.”  

You yelped when Joker wrestled you down onto the couch. The action itself didn’t bother you, rather it was the explosion of sensations that consumed you when he did so.  

You felt immense heat radiating from his chest warming yours. Felt the years of calluses on his fingers digging into your skin, and his steady breath on your neck felt like the rush of wind during flight. It was overwhelming to experience all at once after going so long with the absence of touch.  

Your senses were in overdrive and the urge to spread your wings grew with each passing moment. Joker didn’t think too much of your squirminess. He was in the same boat.  

When was the last time he had a pretty thing like you in his arms? He had to admit; a while.  

Your hair was right there in his face, smelling absolutely divine. He subtly sniffed it and his eyes fluttered closed against his will. He didn’t have a word to describe it. You smelled like safety? Home? Joker knew he was addicted when he had a thousand reasons not to. Why did his mind always become fuzzy whenever you were involved? Why was he adapting to that feeling?  

He sank into the couch cushions, pining you down with no hope of escape. You fit so perfectly in his arms, he never wanted to move. Joker honestly forgot what he was doing he was so relaxed. 

Oh yes. He was threatening you.  

Joker told himself that holding you tighter was a means of intimidation—not to cop a feel, although he liked how you moved with him instead of against. Gods, you were so strange. Why did he like that? 

If any other woman were alone with him and held against their will, they would be screaming their head off, but not you. You just lied underneath him, patiently waiting on his next move. You were glad he could not hear your heart beating wildly.  

Every second he spent holding you close, your wings itched to spread in agitation. Tears prickled your eyes the longer this torture continued. Funny how an angel so greatly revered in heaven was reduced to some bumbling schoolgirl from a hug. 

This wasn’t normal, your head was spinning. Why did this mortal have so much control over you? 

You whimpered when his hand shifted and brushed against the area where your back fused and your wings began. Joker could not see them due to the glamor, but you felt the touch all the same. He raised up, mistaking your shudder of delight for fear.  

And his scarred lips stretched wider at the sight. “There. Ya finally fear me.” 

Your eyes snapped hearing his voice. Just what was he on about?  

Your gaze fell on the knife in Joker’s hands. Never mind where he got it, he looked demonic hovering over you and your instincts demanded you to expel him. You weren’t helpless underneath Joker. His strength was nothing compared to yours, but a part of you wanted to see what he would do.  

You rejected your divine intuition and remained still, much to Joker’s confusion. 

Why weren’t you scared? Did you not perceive him as a threat? Nothing made sense whenever you were around, and that fact should have driven him away. You were like an extra puzzle piece to a complete picture. Just one big conundrum he had to solve lest he go insane. 

Killing you was a sensible option, (Joker always killed off things that annoyed him) but he found himself hesitating. Who knows when another person would come along and flip his life upside down? Sure, he had Batman to do that, but... Batsy wasn’t like you.  

You were different. In a class of your own.  

He just couldn’t understand why you captivated him so. Joker couldn’t focus the entire day on committing crimes until he broke into your apartment and inhaled your mysterious scent. Then like a rush of air, things just felt right, and his mind was at peace.  

He could ignore large gaps of time missing if you were there to fill it with new memories.  

But why you? You were indispensable, just another citizen he could use in one of his twisted games. He should not care about you at all, however there was a nagging voice in his head that he couldn’t ignore. 

You do. You should care about her.  

The idea itself was ridiculous. Him? Caring about someone? Perhaps when Batman took off his mask.   

Until Joker could figure it out why you affected him so deeply, it was best practice to keep you alive. That didn’t mean he couldn’t mess with you in the meantime. He tapped your plump lips with the knife, still lost in thought.  

“So pretty....hm. I thoughT about killin’ ya but who could everrr harm an angel like you? No no no noooo no. No. No. I’m gonna keep you alive.”  

Joker traced your frown, your cheekbones, and the bridge of your nose. Each stroke left your skin tingling, it was so delicate. You would give anything to know the thoughts floating inside his head.  

Joker’s wild grin turned stone cold the longer he studied your features. All of his focus was on you like an apprentice watching their master.  

He gauged the emptiness in your eyes. Counted your breaths and mirrored his own to match them. And he respected your soft skin, taking great care not to break it with his razor-sharp knife.  

You didn’t dare move. Any abrupt movement and your true nature would be revealed the moment Joker saw your blood.  

He knew he was in control, but he didn’t revel in it.  

You disregarded the cold steel and concentrated on Joker. There was a lot to gather from the tentative jade boring into your soul. A spark of annoyance flashed in the vivid hue before all bets were off.  

Why were you so different? You lied there offering your life to Joker on a silver platter. No fear, no cries of mercy. Joker hated the owlish flutter of your lashes with each bored blink of your eyes.  

Why didn’t you follow the script? Screaming! Tears! That he could work with. Things would be a lot easier if you would react like the others.. 

His pranks weren’t funny if his prey didn’t play along. He wanted you to do something! 

Without warning, Joker plunged the knife deep into the pillow near your head. You didn’t even flinch. His heavy pants echoed through the quiet moonlit room. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.  

But that was okay. He could do better. He was The Joker, Gotham City’s worst nightmare. His name alone instilled fear into people’s hearts. You were just a challenge that’s all, but in time, you too would break.  

His breath came out as an airy wheeze before it gained traction and turned into a full-fledged laugh. It bounced off the walls of your apartment. Now this was more like the human you were assigned to protect. A madman. This you could work with.  

Joker stood up from the couch as if you burned him. He raked a shaky hand through his green hair as he backed away towards your open balcony. You sat up to watch him retreat into the night. 

You knew he’d be back.  

[litgwritersroom]

PLEASE! PLEASE! Hear me out!

Please write a scenario about how Lewie met MC in one of his games but didn't get a chance to ask her name after his game because he lost her in the crowd or something. Then he finally met her again at the villa. Cause that sweet golden retriever boy fell in love with Mc the moment he saw her in the villa, and he is like all in on her already??? Like how is that possible??! 

Thank youuu🤍✨🥺

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Lewie / OC - 4100+ words - @mrsbsmooth

She was screaming his name, but he lost her in the crowd. He's not letting her disappear again.

Lewie jumped up and down on the spot with the other guys in the tunnel, waiting to run onto the pitch. He was first. He was always first. He was the bloody captain, he had to be first. Project confidence. Project leadership. Cool, calm, collected.

But he was nervous today.

If they won today, they’d go up to League One. He’d triple his salary, minimum, probably quadruple it if Terry kept him on as captain. He’d be able to pay off his parents’ house in three months. His life would change if they won today. 

Mac clapped him on the back. “Good?”

“Mostly,” Lewie responded, swallowing hard. 

“Ahh, none of that,” Mac grinned. “S’just a game, innit?”

Lewie wished he could laugh at it. He stretched his neck as the doors opened. He took the hand of the player escort kid next to him who looked almost as nervous as he did. 

Game time.

Cup finals were always packed, but Lewie had never heard a roar like the one he heard as he stepped onto the pitch that day. It was a wall of sound, almost making him flinch as he dropped the kid’s hand, gave him a high five, and took his position.

Lewie was breathing as steadily as he could, but he couldn’t shake the nerves from his shoulders. It felt like a noose had tied itself around him. What if they lost? What if they didn’t get promoted? How many more years did he have in this league? He was already 24. If he didn’t go up this year, his chances of ever going higher were starting to get slim. He’d never pay off his parents’ house. He’d never provide for his nieces and nephew. 

The stands were a sea of red. He tried to focus on the green beneath his feet. But his eye was caught by a flash of white amongst the red. 

“Lewie! Lewie! Hey! Over here!”

A big group of girls, head to toe in white, chanting and screaming and clearly drinking. They were right behind the goal. But as soon as they realised they had his attention, they began squealing. 

And then, he saw the sign. 

A huge piece of cardboard. Two words. 

An arrow pointing to its holder. 

MRS PRITCHARD

Lewie laughed, almost throwing his head back as he beamed at the girls. They started jumping up and down, screaming with excitement that he’d seen them. He was too far away to see them up close. He just turned his attention back to the pitch, still laughing. The whistle blew. The crowd screamed. The match began. And honestly?

He was feeling a bit better. 

The match started the way all matches do. Slowly. Sussing each other out, no-one wiling to give away their game plan too quickly. He focused on the game with every shred of brainpower he had, and he was having a bit of a blinder, if he did say so himself. He barely missed a thing, ending up right where he needed to be as his team edged closer and closer to the box. 

Levi passed him the ball, and Lewie beat three defenders to get it to Mac, but as Mac took the shot, the ball bounced off the crossbar. The crowd groaned, and the team in blue took possession. Gary forced them over the sideline, and Lewie sprinted back to position. But play had stopped. One of the opposing players was stalling, pretending Gary had kicked him. 

“Lewwwwwie! Lewwwwwie!” 

He chuckled, rolling his eyes. He was a little closer to where the girls had been. He placed his hands on his hips, to catch his breath, glancing over at them again, and once more, they screamed. Mrs Pritchard held up her sign again. 

But this time, he could see the girl holding it.

And he did a fucking double take. 

He was still a ways away, but even from this distance, he felt his eyebrows shooting up. 

Soft, dark waves, a bit of a tan but a lot of a smile, the enormous, excited grin drawing a smile from him, too. White trousers so tight they looked like leggings, and their team’s white away jersey tied into a crop at the front. She must have been freezing, but she looked like she was keeping herself plenty warm by jumping up and down as she beamed at him. 

Damn.

“I love you, Lewie!” she screamed, sending a chuckle through the dozens of fans around her. He took a deep breath, and laughed it off, shooting her an amused smile. 

Play resumed. Unfortunately, most of it was down the other end of the field. But now, he had even more reason to get the ball up to his team’s end. 

Every time he even came close to the group of girls, they erupted into a wall of noise, and not just for him. They were almost louder than the rest of the crowd combined, and when Lewie bent the ball right into Mac’s boot, they screamed so loud he was sure their voices would give out. But Mac missed again.

Fuck. Nil-all at half time.

The team made their way into the locker rooms. Lewie laughed off all the comments from his teammates about what the hell was going on. He honestly had no idea who these girls were or why they’d suddenly decided to show up to scream for the team, but he wasn’t complaining, and neither was anyone else. 

“D’you see the sign?” Gary laughed.

“Yeah,” Lewie shook his head, sighing. 

“Did you see the stunner holding it?” Levi flicked an eyebrow.

The locked room fell silent. Lewie sighed even harder. “Yes, I did.”

Wa-heyyys echoed off the walls, and Lewie, one more time, shook his head. He glanced over at Mac, but he wasn’t paying attention. He was taking deep breaths, focusing. 

“Hey,” Lewie said, sitting next to him. “You good?”

Mac grunted with annoyance, relacing his boots for the second time.

Lewie sighed. “It’s only half time.”

“And I’ve already missed twice.”

“Yeah, and you can miss five more times, as long as we hold them to zero as well. This game doesn’t rest on your shoulders, mate. If it did, Terry would’ve taken you out already.”

Mac furrowed his brow. 

“I mean you have missed twice already,” Lewie teased. “It’s a big goal. Just kick it in?”

Mac huffed a laugh, elbowing him hard in the arm. “Fuck off.”

Lewie lowered his voice, smiling reassuringly at his best mate. “Get out of your head. It’s just a game, remember?”

Mac nodded, taking a deep breath and giving him a brief smile of thanks. “So you really don’t know those girls?” Mac asked, shifting the focus off himself.

“No,” Lewie said, shaking his head. “Never seen a single one of them before.”

Mac’s mouth curled into a smirk. “Bet you might be seeing one of ‘em after, though?”

Lewie rolled his eyes, but couldn’t hide his smile. “I mean, she’s really shooting her shot.”

“With a fuckin’ Gatlin Gun. She’s comin’ on strong.”

Lewie laughed loudly. “Since when is that a bad thing?”

It wasn’t a question that needed an answer. The hint of a smirk on Mac’s face was now in full swing. Lewie didn’t mind a girl who went after what she wanted. He didn’t mind that at all. 

“So you’re gonna go for it?”

Lewie shrugged. “I mean, she likes footie, she’s pretty, and she’s got a big sign saying ‘I’m interested’. It can’t hurt to get her number?”

The second half started, and Lewie frowned as he looked towards what was now the opposing team’s goal. The girls would be all the way up the other–

“Lewie! Over here babe!”

They’d moved. 

He didn’t know how they’d managed, but they’d moved. The entire group of them were now at the other end of the pitch, behind the swapped goal ends. He smiled, shooting the pretty brunette a small wave, and she pretended to swoon and faint into her friend’s arms. 

He belly laughed at that one.

The match resumed, and if he’d thought they were playing well before, the second half had the team electrified. Lewie and Mac passed the ball back and forth without even looking, falling into muscle-memory and pure instincts as they did what they’d done since they were seven. Back, forward, time it right, bit of feigning, more than a bit of fancy footwork, and with every possession, they edged closer down to their end. 

Sixtieth minute, then seventieth, then eightieth. Nil-all. Lewie passed the ball to Kobi, who headed it to Mac– Intercepted. A bad pass, but not the end of the world. The ball went out, leaving the Reds with a corner. The others set up. Lewie moved backwards. 

But first, another time-wasting injury meant to kill their momentum. 

It was a tactic from the opposing team. It was meant to lower their adrenaline levels and catch them slow. The waterboy ran onto the field, tossing him a bottle. Lewie took a big gulp of gatorade, swishing it around his mouth. He needed to keep his adrenaline levels up. He–

“Hey Lewie!” a familiar voice called. 

He looked up. His brunette beauty’s arms were in front of her. 

Her shirt wasn’t. 

She was lifting it. She’d tucked her fingers under her bra, and flipped the whole thing up. 

She was flashing him. And she was not being shy about it.

He spat gatorade all over the pitch. 

Her rather fucking magnificent breasts were fully on display, and the crowd erupted with cheers, but no sooner had she done it, her friends were squealing with laughter and tugging her shirt down to cover her, but they weren’t quick enough. His eyes fell across her body, to the stunningly intricate tattoo painted across her ribcage. 

A red Welsh dragon.

Lewie could hardly breathe, coughing and spluttering gatorade as he tried very hard to remain cool, calm, and collected. But it was a bit hard to look any of the three when he could already feel himself furiously blushing. 

The other guys on the pitch were laughing their arses off at him, and he couldn’t help but join in. He’d never had attention like this before. He’d never been so ferociously and aggressively hit on, especially not while he was on the bloody pitch. 

He did not mind one fucking bit. 

She pulled her shirt down, and as she adjusted herself, her eyes didn’t leave his. She raised her eyebrows. And even though they were still a dozen metres apart, he could almost hear it in his ear. 

Your move.

He held her gaze for a second, smiling in disbelief and shaking his head with a laugh. That was definitely the adrenaline rush he needed. He rubbed his hand on the back of his neck, still blushing furiously, and she beamed at how flustered he was. 

But before he could do anything, his attention was drawn by the referee’s whistle calling the game back into action. Lewie shot her a wink as he reluctantly jogged back to position. He was definitely getting her number after the game. 

But he never got a chance. 

Things suddenly picked up pace, and he didn’t have an opportunity to look back in her direction. He could hear screaming and yelling, but he was down the other end of the pitch, defending his heart out as the other team got close to scoring twice in seven minutes. But they held them off.

It was the eighty-fourth minute.

The lads bent over, their hands on their knees, puffing and panting as if they’d just run a marathon. 

It was a sign. It was time.

They got possession, and Lewie called the code they’d practiced for months. They’d pretend to be exhausted. To be slow, and late, and unfit. Let the other team think that this was everything they had to give. Lull them into a false sense of security. 

With seemingly no warning, a red jersey and a sharp undercut went sprinting at breakneck speed down the pitch. The defenders fell for it and gave chase, sprinting after Levi as he took the ball as fast as he could down the field. 

They barely paid attention to Lewie moving out wide to the left flank. 

Levi to Kobi. Kobi to Levi. Levi to Kobi. Kobi to Mac. Mac to Levi. Levi to Mac to Kobi to Mac. The defenders were focused. Completely focused. Lewie came sprinting up the left of the box, holding level to stay onside–

Mac to Lewie. 

The ball was in the goal before the defenders even looked in his direction. 

The crowd exploded, no one more than Mac, who took a running leap into the air to tackle Lewie to the ground. The guys screamed and yelled in his ear, celebrating along with the shaking grandstands. 12,000 people chanting his name. It was like something out of a daydream. Something he’d pretended and practiced as he ran drills in his backyard. 

‘Pritchard! Pritchard may have just taken them to promotion!’

He should’ve looked for Mum. Or Dad. Nana or Izzie or Josie or Teagan. His mates were here. His bloody under-10’s coach was probably here. But his gaze drifted back over to the area right behind the goal where the group of girls in white had been. Call it curiosity about what she’d do. If she’d flashed him over a decent pass–

She was gone. 

He furrowed his brow as he looked at the part of the stands that had previously held the pretty brunette and all her friends, but they were gone. Completely vanished, all of them, the only evidence they’d ever been there was a white feather boa flung over the back of one of the chairs. Lewie shook it off. Maybe they’d gone to get drinks?

But there were only ten minutes left in the match. 

Mac scored again, and Lewie looked around to see if he could see any of the girls in white, but all he saw was that same sea of red. 

The final whistle blew: 2-0. 

They were going up. Their team had been promoted.

The grandstands erupted even louder than they had for the goals. The air itself was shaking with noise. Lewie was so caught up in hugging his teammates that he barely realised fans had  started streaming onto the pitch. 

He was passed around between lifelong supporters he’d already come to know, and many he hadn’t. His shirt was grabbed, his back patted, his hair ruffled and his arms locked to his sides as he was picked up ad squeezed with surprising force. A beer was pushed into his hand, and he threw it back without a slight hesitation. He was so wrapped up in their victory that he almost forgot to keep an eye out for a group of girls in white. 

Almost.

He wasn’t the tallest on the pitch, but he was taller than most, but he still couldn’t see them.

He answered questions for the local paper, he posed for photos, he accepted the cup on behalf of the team and made the heartfelt, grateful speech he never thought he’d get to give, but he didn’t stop looking. 

She wasn’t there. Neither were her friends.

It made no sense.

He couldn’t wrap his head around why she’d do all that and just leave. 

But, as the confetti settled, the music started to wane, and the celebrations spilled into the locker room, Lewie realised. 

She had. 

She’d just left. 

It took him a while to get over it. Like, way longer than it should’ve. 

The guys made fun of him for it, obviously. “Way to Lewie’s heart is to ask him to marry you, then flash him your tits’. They were wrong– of course they were, that would’ve been insane. 

There had just been something about her. 

It wasn’t that he wanted to date a girl who regularly flash an entire stadium, but there was something about the confidence something like that would need. A risk taker. A joker. Up for a laugh and down for a dare. Someone who made a point of having fun with her friends. Someone who liked footie. Someone who wasn’t afraid to scream his name, to show up to his games and let everyone know she was there for him.

He’d never realised how attractive that was to him.

In fact, he kind of couldn’t stop thinking about it.

He tried asking the ticketing office about them, but one of the girls had shown up in person three weeks before and paid for the seats in cash. There was no name attached. None of the guys recognised them either, so they must’ve been from out of town. How they ended up in Northern Wales for a football match at a bachelorette party was both beyond him, and devastating that he might never get to even find out her name. 

He’d been lying in bed one night when he suddenly figured it out.

The next morning, he’d dropped by the security office before training. It’d been weeks, but he was sure they’d remember her. He was sure that was why. It had to be why. 

The Security team had, in fact, kicked Mrs. Pritchard and her entire friend group out of the stadium, but they’d just handed the girls over to the police. They hadn’t taken names. Lewie had nodded, and wrote down the number of the officer that took them in. 

But he’d never gotten the chance. 

Mac had walked past and seen him waiting in the freezing cold for the Security team to arrive, and he immediately staged an intervention. And that intervention involved the entire team making it their business to set him up on dates. 

Normally, he didn’t mind dating. Even if he didn’t have a connection with the girl, he’d enjoy taking them out for dinner, getting to know them, asking them about themselves– it was nice. 

But now, there was a question mark over it.

Would this be the type of girl who’d come to his games and scream his name? The kind of girl who’d shoot her shot in front of all her friends and 12,000 strangers? Did the girl across the table from him have that kind of confidence?

And for every girl his mates set him up with, the answer was no. 

It was a year later his mates told him what they’d done.

He didn’t think about her as often any more. He’d been on a few nice dates since. 

But he still thought about her.

He’d kept his searching low-key. He didn’t have much of a social media presence, and for once, he almost regretted not having one. One Instagram DM from one of her friends girls could’ve solved the mystery for him. But even after he set up a profile, that DM never came. He wasn’t one for dating apps, but he’d kicked himself a few months later when he’d realised he might’ve been able to swipe right on her if he’d set one up that day. 

But he didn’t think about her as much any more.

The day his phone rang, he’d thought it was a prank. ITV calling him to bring him in for an interview for Love Island. He hadn’t even applied– which surprised them, because they apparently had a long and very detailed application form, with many, many pictures of him shirtless in the locker rooms at training. Fucking Mac. 

Terry thought it’d be a good idea. Good promo for his personal brand. Good publicity for the club. Levi threw a fit. He’d wanted to go on Love Island for years, and Terry had always said no. 

“Yeah, but Lewie’s not gonna put our entire Public Relations team on stress leave,” Terry had said. The guys had all laughed. 

Mac grinned with his hands behind his head. “Nah, he’s just gonna get on TV so that he can subtly communicate his beloved flasher he’s willing to put a ring on it.”

Lewie huffed.

The guys laughed a lot harder at that. 

So, two months after that, he stood just inside the Majorca villa with three other guys, waiting to go and pick a girl out of a lineup as if they were picking footy teams at lunch in primary. He was glad to be the one picking. Because this time, he wasn’t the only 8-year-old who could do a scorpion kick. If there was a scorpion-kick equivalent in dating, he didn’t know what it was, and he definitely didn’t know how to do it. 

He just knew footie. 

It wasn’t in his nature to go after a girl unless he knew for sure she was interested. He knew footie, but he didn’t know dating. Maybe that was why he’d been so drawn to Mrs Pritchard. He’d never even met her and he’d known where he stood.

His phone chimed, and his eyes widened. He was going first.

He took a step forward, placing his hand on the door handle, trying to breathe. The likelihood of one of them holding up a sign for him saying ‘I’m interested’ seemed a lot less likely here than–

Than…

The villa door opened, and suddenly, he was in the league final all over again. He knew that in the memory, there was 12,000 people screaming his name. Screaming for his team. 

But all he could see was her. Caramel waves. Tan skin. A smile wide enough to take down a grandstand. 

A red Welsh dragon painted across her ribcage. 

He stopped at the top of the stairs, his mouth falling open in sync with hers. But instead of screaming and jumping up and down, she furiously blushed and dropped her eyes. Lewie made his way over to stand beside the host, smiling politely at the other girls, but there was no need to make small talk. 

“So, ladies, this is Lewie. 24, Football captain from Wales. Lewie, let me introd–”

“No need,” he smiled. “I already know who I’m picking.”

There was an interested smattering of whispers, but he walked forward. 

The stunning brunette was blushing something awful, and she didn’t look up at him until he was standing right in front of her. 

“Hi,” he said.

She looked up, meeting his eyes, and smiled sheepishly. 

“I didn’t think you’d remember me.” 

“Bit hard to forget someone I’ve barely stopped thinking about, Mrs. Pritchard.”

Her breath caught, but he didn’t take his eyes off her. That pink dusted across her cheeks was unlike anything he’d ever seen before. The most beautiful orchid-pink, painting her like watercolours across her cheeks and the tip of her nose, and it was him that put it there. He suddenly kind of understood how she’d had the confidence to shoot her shot like she had.

Lewie reached for her hand and she gave it to him. He linked their fingers together. 

“Can I pick you?” he asked. 

“Yes, please,” she grinned. 

“Well, then, you’re gonna have to tell me your name.”

She smiled. “Bree. My name is Bree.”

“I’m Lewie.”

“I know.”

Lewie turned back to the host, smiling widely. “I’m picking Bree.”

Bree smiled so widely that he wondered if she might break. The urge to just pick her up and kiss her was one he had to push down. It would’ve been way too forward, and he probably would’ve come on way too strong. Going all in for a girl fifteen minutes into filming beginning was the stupidest strategic move he could possibly make.

The other girls cooed as he stood beside her, waiting for the next guy to come out, and one by one, they paired off with the other girls, until finally, the host said goodbye. 

Bree immediately turned to him. 

“I saw you, by the way,” she whispered.

He furrowed his brow. 

“Your goal. I saw you score it. And I saw you look for me. I was being dragged out by security at the time, but I always wished I could've told you that I saw it.”

He studied her face for a moment, watching the sparkle in her eyes; the light catch in her hair, the way it had that chilly May afternoon. The urge to kiss her was back. The urge to pull her into his arms and wrap her up in them and not let her out of his fucking sight ever again. He wished he was bold enough. He wished he had the confidence she’d had. He just… He…

Fuck it. 

Lewie captured her chin in his hand, and in one swift movement, he’d pressed his lips to hers. There were excited laughs, and knew the eyes of the entire villa were on him, but he didn’t care. 

Because Bree was kissing him back.

She threw her hand around the back of his neck, splaying her fingers on the back of his head, deepening the kiss as she pulled herself into his chest. Leaning over the top of her, she fit him perfectly, like he’d kind of always known she would. 

He’d found her. He’d finally found her.

He wasn’t letting her go again.

[shiftingparadise]

I want you to (part 2)

Here's a part 2, hopefully you'll enjoy it just as much. I'm going to work on your requests again. Enjoy reading 🤍✨

PS: I really want to continue Soft Spot, anyone any ideas? 🥰

WARNINGS: smut - angst

Word count: 1979

“I got something for you”, a soft smile on his face. “An envelope?”, I frowned. “Open it”, a spark in his eyes. “No, you didn’t. How did you get tickets to the opening of his art show? W-we weren’t invited”. “Well, now you are”, he chuckled. “How did you-“. “Doesn’t matter”, he gestured for me to come over, “Everything for my princess”. “Thank you”, I hastily sat down on his lap before plastering kisses all over his face. “I can’t believe I get to be one of the first persons to see his work”. 

I sighed as I relived the memory. How could he fake something like that? He seemed so content, so proud of himself for making me happy… Now, he wanted nothing more than to see me cry. It all felt so cruel to me; so unfair.

“I don’t want to today”, my eyes glued to the floor as I sat down on the bed. “I don’t care”, his hand softly wrapped around my throat, “I’m going to make you mine”. “I’m already yours”, I whispered as my hands were tied behind my back. “Because I force you to”, he took a step back. 

I rubbed my wrists together, to loosen the rope around them. I didn’t understand why he tied my wrists together, there was nowhere for me to go; nowhere I could go. 

“Blue suits you well”, his eyes studied the lingerie he chose for me, “Goes well with those bruises I gave you yesterday”. 

A sudden hate started to rise to my throat. I didn’t want him to find me pretty. At least not like this.

“Those aren't bruises”, I narrowed my eyes, “You bit me”. “Only because you were acting like a brat”, he roughly grabbed my jaw. “Let go”, I tried to pull away. “Again? Haven’t you learned your lesson?”, a disgusted look on his face. 

Feitan never hurt me. At least not like he hurt others. Sure, he bit me, he sometimes even scratched my back a little too hard, but he never cut me. He never even tried to break my fingers or my leg. He never did any real damage. 

“What are you going to do? Bite me? Like a dog?”, a defiant look in my eyes. “Watch it”, his eyes grew dark. “Or what? I’m not scared of you”, I sat up straight. 

 H-huh?, my eyes widened as I felt the back of his hand against my cheek. This was the second time he hit me. It was a sudden reminder of his strength. 

“On your hands and knees”, his voice colder than usual as he freed my hands. “N-no”, I loudly swallowed. “I won’t hold back this time”. 

He didn’t need to raise his hand. The way he looked at me was more than enough to make me obey. 

“Good”, he got behind me as his fingers gently traced over my spine. I flinched once I felt his cold fingertips. “Oh? What’s wrong?”, he mocked as his hand wrapped around my hair. Without saying anything else, he pulled my head back as his lips hovered next to my ear. 

“Scared?”. 

“Yes”, I tried to hold back tears. 

It was best to just go along, to give him what he wanted.

“I thought you weren’t scared of me”, he pushed my head into a pillow as his other hand gently pulled my panties down. “N-no”, my knees pulled together like magnets. “Don’t”, he softly pulled them back open with his knee. A chuckle as he looked down, his digits already where my body needed them the most. 

I closed my eyes in shame. I didn’t want him to notice how much my body needed him.  

“I’m going to breed you until you can’t walk anymore”, his tip already pressed against my entrance. “Even when I hit you, when I hurt you, you’re body still wants me to fuck you. Isn’t that funny?”. 

“Please Feitan”, I closed my eyes, not sure what I was pleading for. I didn’t want him to stop, but I didn’t want him to continue either. It was a constant battle. 

“I can’t wait to see your belly”, he grunted as he pushed in, “You’re going to look fucking perfect with my baby inside you”. 

“F-fei-“, I lifted myself as he pushed even deeper. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight”, he chuckled as he picked up the pace, “I want to see you cry, you know that? I want to see that cute nose turn pink, your eyes all swollen… But you’re already used to this, aren’t you? You’re used to being my pretty doll that I get to fuck whenever I want”. 

Used? I didn’t need to get used to it. I enjoyed it every time. Even if I cried, even if I begged him to stop... I never really wanted him to.  

“W-wait”, I tried to protest as he flipped me onto my back. “What if I carve my name in your skin, would you cry then?”, a sudden edge in his tone.

I closed my eyes in response. I didn’t want to see the look in his eye; the joy he felt.

“Tsk”, he clicked his tongue as he got more rough. It seemed that he got agitated for an unknown reason. 

He didn’t want you to know how soft he was for you. He really wanted you to be scared for him, but he didn’t enjoy seeing you like this. He couldn't keep this up. His heart ached at your hurt.

“Don’t worry”, he softly guided my chin so I could look at him, “Won’t do stuff like that. Not to you”. 

An unwilling flutter in my stomach. 

“J-just keep going”, I arched my back. “Don’t worry”, he let his head rest against mine. A sign he wanted to feel my touch. “You’re such a good boy”, my hands gently wrapped around him, “You’re always making me feel so good”. 

He didn’t know what happened inside him; why there was this sudden warmth running through his veins. 

“More”, a whisper I could barely hear. “You’re going to make me come”, I gently grabbed his hand, guiding it to where I needed him the most. “Fuck Feitan”, I smiled as my breaths got heavier, “You’re making me feel so good”. 

He pulled away. His eyes were now glued to my face. There was this unsure look on his face; as if he didn’t understand what was happening. 

“I want you to come with me”, my eyes rolled to the back of my head, “Want you to fill me up. W-want to have your baby”. “Y/N-“, his eyes widened as I pulled him closer each time he pushed into me. He didn’t answer. For the first time, he stayed quiet. ‘F-fei”, I softly sighed as I came undone. He followed shortly, but there was no warning when he came. No sigh, no moan, nothing. 

“Feitan?”, I sat up straight as he got dressed. “I’m going to tape your mouth shut next time”, he sat down next to me again, “You’re getting too confident”. 

My eyes went round in disbelief as I noticed a smile on his face. 

“I want to have twins”, his smile disappeared again, “A boy and a girl and I’m going to give them everything I didn’t have. A loving mother, a warm house, toys, books, … I want to go on holidays together, I want to celebrate Christmas, I-“, he suddenly paused. “I know you don’t want to be mine, but I know you’re going to give our children everything they need”, he looked to the ceiling, “Just as I know you’d protect them with your life if necessary”. 

He was beautiful when he showed his soft side. I could look at him forever when he was like this. 

“I need to go out at night, for work. I’ll see you in the morning”, he placed an awkward kiss on my temple, a gesture he probably never meant before. "And don’t try to leave. I’ll have someone here to watch you”. 

—-

“Get up”, his cold voice rang from behind the door, “Breakfast is ready”. I wanted to rebel, to tell him I wasn’t hungry, but it would be futile. “Y/N?”, he raised his voice from a lack of response. “Just a minute”, I forced myself to answer before putting on the clothes he laid out for me. 

Every day, around 6 AM, he’d come into my room and neatly lay out clothes for me. Yesterday it was a short skirt with a Ralph Lauren sweater, the day before there was a beautiful, pink dress… 

“I want to wear sweatpants”, I sighed while I adjusted my skirt. For some reason, he gave me an extra short, black dress today, paired with some Lousboutins. Needless to say, I didn’t feel very comfortable. “Hm?”, he raised an eyebrow as he took a bite from his toast. “N-nothing”, I hastily forced a smile on my face. “Eat”, his eyes low. 

God, I hated this silence. There was nothing left for me to do other than wait. 

“I need you to do something for me”. “What?”, I softly replied. “Went out last night”, his brows pulled together, “I need you to take care of me”. “Take care of you?”. “I’m hurt”, he slowly stood up, “I need stitches”. “I-I can’t… I’ve never-“. “Bathroom”, he interrupted my nervous pleas. “B-but-“. “Won’t ask you twice”, his cold eyes stared into mine. 

I nervously shuffled behind him, scared to admit that I couldn’t stand the sight of blood. 

“I’d normally ask Machi”, he grunted as he leaned against the sink, “But she’s on a mission”. “Okay”, I wrapped my arms around my waist as he took off his shirt. “See?”, he looked down at the wound. 

My stomach started to turn. Feitan had wrapped a bandage around his waist in an attempt to stop the bleeding, but the once-white fabric had already turned red. 

“Here”, he grabbed a couple of things out of the cabinet. “D-don’t you need something for the pain?”, I slowly walked closer. “It’s fine”, he grunted as he got rid of the bandage. 

Right. I should’ve known better than to look at the wound. 

“What?”, his cold eyes grew more tired by the second. “N-nothing”, I tried to get some feeling in my fingers by shaking my hands. “Hurry, it hurts”, he let his head fall back. I nodded before I cleaned his wound. 

So far, so good.

“Shit”, Feitan grunted at the stinging sensation of the disinfectant. “Sorry”, I softly responded before looking at the needle. “It’s fine, just hurry”, he looked to the side. “S-so”, I cleared my throat as I held out the needle. 

I couldn’t do this. I knew I couldn’t. Why did I even try? 

“Think 8 stitches are enough”, he pulled his brows together as he examined the wound. 

I just nodded as my head started to spin. The wound looked even more awful as blood kept dripping down onto the cold tiles. 

“Y/N?”, Feitan’s voice sounded strange. As if he was yelling from far away. “Y/N?”, he repeated as dark spots took over my sight. “Fuck”, he gritted his teeth before catching me. 

—-

“Hm?”, I grunted as I tried to figure out where I was. “Finally”, Feitan sighed, “You were out for a couple of hours”. “A couple of hours?!”. “You were probably tired. It’s not like you sleep much at night”. “H-how do you know?”. “Doesn’t matter”, he placed a bag on my lap. “What’s this?”, my brows pulled together. “Sweatpants and a sweater”, a discontent look on his face, “You wanted some, right?”. “Y-yeah”, I softly replied. “I got some more clothes. They’re already in your closet. Wear whatever you like”. "Y-your wound-", I didn't care about the clothes. "Already took care of it", he lifted his shirt, "Now get some rest. You're tired".

[symphonicsoul]

Let me talk for a moment about the importance of COLOR in Misterican culture again because it has been a hot minute since I explained Mist and I did not have this many color examples to my name the last time I did.

So Let's talk about MIST.

Mist is a magical substance that is contained with the lungs of a Misterican and it is kept there as vapor until they exhale. Misterican lungs are pressurized so they can store the Mist Vapors their body produces naturally. Misterican bodies make and produce Mist from the liquids and foods they consume.

I.E. meaning if a Misterican consumes alcohol - the mist their body produces and stores will become alcoholic in nature and they will remain intoxicated until they release that vapor from their lungs.

Misterican Mist is produced in different colors and that color is dependent on the color one is born to.

Misterican Mist exists in every color of the rainbow excluding black and the only Misterican ever born to the color White (the hue) is one Valkoinen Pilvi / White Cloud -> aka Kumo! Please see the religious notions behind this here.

But the Color of one's mist is important because the Color of one's mist will tell you the power it contains.

Mistericans all possess a color to their souls and that is the color of their Mist - and you can tell what color a Misterican is by the color of their Hair and sometimes their eyes. Misterican hair color = Misterican Mist color and Mist colors contain different status effects that go into effect as soon as that Mist is exhaled into the air.

The Misterican in question cannot stop this status effect from activating, it simply does as soon as they exhale and that's why they wear masks to filter their mist from their breaths to prevent the effects from effecting those around them.

So the status effects that exist within Mist Colors are as follows:

🟥 - Red - Paralysis 🟧 - Orange - Silence 🟨 - Yellow - Confuse 🟩 - Green - Toxic / Poison 🟦 - Blue - Slow 🟪 - Purple - Healing 🟫 - Brown - Stone 🩶 - Silver - Charm 🩷 - Pink - Blind 🤍 - White - Sleep

Mistericans DO NOT control these status effects. They activate the second they exhale their mist into the air and anyone who inhales their mist will be affected but there are a few conditions that apply

The thicker the Mist, the stronger the effect

The lighter in color it is, the more potent the effect

The more potent the effect, the longer it lasts

The thicker the Mist is, the faster it works

Bonded Mistericans are unaffected by each other's mist powers.

Mistericans who soul bound to a royal will have the potency of their Mist heightened by that royal's own power.

Same Color Mistericans do not affect each other. (aka blue doesn't affect blue, green doesn't affect green, etc etc )

Mist effects will wear off given time or if something happens to the source of said mist. So if the Mist User dies the effects would lift immediately and of their Mist in the area would dissipate instantly.

✨ Special Rule ✨ - The Child of White, due to his Immortal Godly Status is unaffected by any and all Mist effects. This includes healing.

The reason lighter color = more power is due to the fact that Lady Tiamat, the Celestial Mother of all Mist's color is White (hue) so the closer one's mist is to white the more power it possesses.

Mistericans also can be trained to use their Mist for a controlled form of Magics known as Mist Magics and Summoning. The users of this type of Mist Magic are know as Mist Mythics or simply "Mythics". You can read about them here.

But this is why 9 times out of 10 why Kumo and the other Mistericans are probably wearing a mask when meeting with your muse. They exhale status effects and color matters.

Now if Kumo takes his mask off and it's just a light mist and not really filling up the space around him - its going to take a while for the effect of sleep to kick in, but please be aware that no matter what, if Kumo has his mask off he will eventually build up a little cloud of mist around him. The seeing your breath when it's cold out thing? That's Kumo at all times when maskless.

[yourfavoriteclown]

🎶🤍✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (positivity is cool)🎶🤍✨

Thank you @johnentwistlesbassguitar

Right now my top 5 favorite songs are:

1. You Better You Bet -The Who

2. Barbara Ann - Beach Boys

3. Invisible Touch - Genesis

4. Behind Blue Eyes - The Who

5. Lick It Up - KISS

[strang3lov3]

Hello buggy! I saw your reblog about the depeche mode title and your usersame. I recognized some time ago you have an very interesting and unique music taste. So what are your all the time favorite songs from any band/singer? Would love to listen to some new stuff specifically when it's reminding me of you

Hope you're okay and have a kind festive time my friend ❤️✨

- 🫘 🤍 🐞

hi beanie baby! i've been missing ya! i thought i sent you an ask recently, maybe tumblr ate it? in any case, i've been thinking of you and it's lovely to hear from you ♡ wishing you a happy holiday season as well, gorgeous!!

this is a long list lol

Alkaline Trio - Radio, Blood, Hair, and Eyeballs, Calling all Skeletons

Alt-J - Matilda, Taro, Left Hand Free, Something Good

Amy Winehouse - In My Bed, You Sent Me Flying, He Can Only Hold Her, Addicted

Arctic Monkeys - 505, Snap Out Of It, No. 1 Party Anthem, Crying Lightning, Stop The World I Wanna Get Off With You, Too Much To Ask, Four Out Of Five

Bauhaus - All We Ever Wanted Was Everything, Kick in the Eye

Beck - Lost Cause, Gamma Ray, Everybody's Gotta Learn Sometime, Que' Onda Guero, Go It Alone, Paper Tiger

Beyoncé - Don't Hurt Yourself (ft. Jack White), Heated

Blue October - Into The Ocean

Bon Iver - For Emma, Re: Stacks, Holocene

Cage The Elephant - Spiderhead, Black Madonna

The Church - Under the Milky Way, Reptile

Cocteau Twins - Sea, Swallow Me, Lorelei, Pearly-Dewdrops' Drops

Deftones - Sextape, Change, Xerces, Minerva

Depeche Mode - Enjoy the Silence, Policy of Truth, World In My Eyes, Dangerous, Rush, In Your Room, Higher Love, A Pain That I'm Used To, The Things You Said, Behind The Wheel, Sacred, pretty much the whole discography lol

Elliot Smith - Waltz #2, Needle In The Hay

Father John Misty - Being You, Mahashmashana, The Palace, God's Favorite Customer, The Songwriter, Pure Comedy, Strange Encounter, Bored In The USA (another one where I love his whole discography)

Fiona Apple - Valentine, Get Gone, A Mistake, Slow Like Honey

Flatsound - By Your Side, If We Could Just Pretend, You Wrote 'Don't Forget' On Your Arm, Learning To Hate You As A Self Defense Mechanism

Flight of the Conchords - whole discography.

Frank Iero - She's the Prettiest Girl at the Party, and She Can Prove It with a Solid Right Hook, Oceans, They Wanted Darkness... , Miss Me

Hole - Doll Parts, Jennifer's Body, Softer, Softest, Petals, Malibu

Hooverphonic - Mad About You, Vinegar & Salt, 2 Wicky

Imogen Heap - Headlock, Loose Ends

Interpol - Evil, Slow Hands, Obstacle 1, Stella was a diver and she was always down, The New

Kali Uchis - After The Storm (ft. Tyler, The Creator), Feel Like A Fool, Melting, Ridin' Round

Kent - 747 (We Ran Out Of Time)

The Killers - Smile Like You Mean It, All These Things That I've Done, Midnight Show, When You Were Young, For Reasons Unknown, Read My Mind, Bones, This River Is Wild, Losing Touch, Spaceman, Joyride, Out Of My Mind, Run For Cover, The Man

Lady Gaga - Venus, aRTPOP, Summerboy

Lana Del Rey - Ride, Black Beauty, Florida Kilos, Venice Bitch, How to disappear, Get Free, Cherry, another artist whose whole discography I love

LCD Soundsystem - Tribulations, X-Ray Eyes, I Can Change, All My Friends, Dance Yrself Clean, New York, I Love You but You're Bringing Me Down, Sound of Silver

London After Midnight - Sacrifice

Mac DeMarco - Heart to Heart, My Kind of Woman, Moonlight on the River, Chamber OF Reflection

Mastodon - Asleep in the Deep, High Road

Mazzy Star - Look on Down From The Bridge, Quiet, The Winter Harbor, Fade Into You, Halah, Five String Seranade

Milky Chance - Cocoon, Flashed Junk Mind, Stolen Dance, Down By The River

Miami - Your Best American Girl, Class of 2013, I Bet On Losing Dogs, Francis Forever, First Love/Late Spring

Modest Mouse - King Rat, Bukowski, Dramamine, Lampshades on Fire, Missed the Boat - love the whole discography

Muse - Plug In Baby, Sunburn, Muscle Museum, Darkshines, Megalomania, Time Is Running Out

My Chemical Romance - Demolition Lovers, Early Sunsets Over Monroeville, Cemetery Drive, It’s Not a Fashion Statement, it’s a Fucking Deathwish, I Never Told You What I Do For a Living, I Don’t Love You, Cancer, Mama, Disenchanted, Summertime, The Kids From Yesterday - MCR IS ALL BANGERS

Nick Drake - Pink Moon, One of These Things First, Place To Be

Nirvana - Endless, Nameless, Something In The Way, Rape Me, Love Buzz, Heart-Shaped Box

Paramore - Idle Worship, All I Wanted, Decode, Caught In The Middle

Pixies - Gouge Away, Is She Weird, Velouria, Monkey Gone To Heaven, Wave of Mutilation (UK Surf)

PJ Harvey - This Mess We’re In (ft. Thom Yorke), Down By The Water

Placebo - Come Home, Lady Of The Flowers, Bionic, Bruise Pristine, My Sweet Prince, Burger Queen, Pierrot the Clown, Follow The Cops Back Home, Space Monkey, Slackerbitch, Eyesight To The Blind, Bosco

Portishead - Roads, Sour Times, Glorybox

Prince - 17 Days, Erotic City, Little Red Corvette

Radiohead - Paranoid Android, Let Down, A Wolf At The Door, Myxomatosis, Scatterbrain, 2+2=5, Decks Dark, Talk Show Host - I love everything Radiohead.

Red Hot Chili Peppers - Dark Necessities, The Adventures of Rain Dance Maggie, Under The Bridge

The Revivalists - Amber, Wish I Knew You, It Was A Sin, Need You

Sade - No Ordinary Love, Like A Tattoo, By Your Side, Hang On To Your Love, Still in Love with You

Salt-N-Pepa - None Of Your Business

Slowdive - When The Sun Hits

The Smashing Pumpkins - Mayonnaise, Luna, Today, Drown, 1979

The Smiths - Reel Around The Fountain, Well I Wonder, Asleep, I Know It’s Over, Frankly, Mr. Shankly - all bangers, unfortunately.

Talking Heads - This Must Be The Place, Psycho Killer, Once In A Lifetime, Burning Down The House

Violent Femmes - Color Me Once, Kiss Off, American Music

Weezer - Island In The Sun, Perfect Situation, Hash Pipe, The Blue Album, Pinkerton, The White Album, The Teal Album.

The White Stripes - Blue Orchid, Ball and Biscuit, Hotel Yorba, The Union Forever, The Denial Twist

Young The Giant - I Got, Strings, Cough Syrup, Mind Over Matter, Daydreamer, Amerika, Something To Believe In, Silvertongue, Superpostion, Tightrope

[flyingbroommate]

These are probably the last ones for a while...maybe...😅

🤍Goreganizer🖤 First one is Jasper and his Goreganizer look Mainly used G3 Draculaura's Goreganizer outfit as the main inspo with the pattern and simple but stylish outfit To match the other existing looks he has some small stars around his eyes and white eyeliner, along with making his eyelashes blue If this was an actual doll he'd come with some stickers and a pocket watch shaped mirror (To match the one he's wearing)

💜Bad Scare Day💚 This one was supposed to be his 'Bad Scare Day' look, but it turned out a lot neater than I was expecting He looks kinda like a unicorn tbh😂 The story behind it was that he was preparing for a fashion thing with a friend but something happened in the Mad Science lab and made his hair grow crazy long and change colour The short/black part was from an undercut he had so they didn't change much besides the length

💜Late Night Fang-Out (Prelude)🖤 This is just a part 1 to the comfy outfit I made for him before (the one with the messy bowl-cut) I'm pretty happy with the outfit. It's pretty basic but the pattern on the pants and extra little details on the hoodie make it stand out more✨ It's after school so Jasper decides to go to the Maul and get a haircut and then have a relaxing evening at home

[immortalmint]

🎶🤍✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (positivity is cool)🎶🤍✨

Lately it's been:

King of Pain, by The Police

What I've Done, by Linkin Park

Come to My Window, by Melissa Etheridge

Black Sun, by Death Cab for Cutie

Helplessly Hoping, by Crosby, Stills, & Nash

Sometimes I just need lyrics to chew on, and these satisfy. More songs deserve to make the cut (Otherside, by Red Hot Chili Peppers, Behind Blue Eyes, by The Who, etc.) but I'll stop myself now :D

Thanks for the ask!

[moonchild-in-blue]

Look at my honses boy 🐎

I have the horses from my BOTW save together with my TOTK horses, so!

Breath Of The Wild

Rain - she was my very first horse, and I named her after Rain from Spirit. She's still my most favourite of them all 💙

Cotton - my sweet sweet gentle pink girl. She has a beautiful long mane with flowers 🥺 I take her when I want to just stroll around.

Sirius - named after Sirius Black for obvious reasons. He's my wild stallion and a fighter - I defeated Ganon with him 🖤

Hesper - Zelda's horse from BOTW. I named him after the god/star 🌟 A most noble steed.

Hephæstus - Ganon's horse. Named him after the god because this bad boy is big and scary like a vulcano 🌋. Beautiful deep green eyes.

Tears Of The Kingdom

Cinnamon - my first TOTK horse 🤎 This baby has travelled far and wide with me. Not a thought behind those eyes though.

Ichor - Zelda's horse. This bitch is extra, looking at her hurts. ✨ Braids ✨

Indigo - my sweet blue horse 🥹 he's so very beautiful like wow look at him.

Atlas - another giant boy 🤍 The name felt appropriate since 1- BIG HONSE and 2- Atlas and Hesper were supposedly related in greek mythology, and he looks a lot like Hesper (Zelda's horse).

Do you wanna see my horses?

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

GOSHHH!!

I'm on my knees reading your stuff, you're soooo good. I finally found someone who writes Ivy in a delightful way.

Could you please write some Ivy down bad for reader when they meet in the waiting room after both of them lost their flight. It's freezing outside and they shared a cup of coffe. Something cute and a little smut, maybe?

Thank you honey :))

Thank you, darling! Means so much. 🤍✨

Missed flights

You knew you should have left yourself more time. New airports were always so much more confusing and now with only minutes to spare you were running to the gates as fast as you could. Trying to not run into anyone. “Final call to flight DF1465 all passengers please get to the gate immediately”. You cursed beneath your breath, skimming your eyes over the digital display. Before breaking into a run once more.

Slamming into someone’s side, losing your balance but not having enough time to spare. “I need to get on”, the man in front of you hands his ticket to the lady only to be met with a sharp shake of the head. “Gates are closed”. You step to the side of him, “Come on now, you just made the last call”, you frown. “Nothing can be done miss”, she shrugged, looking down at her computer.

“Well if you stopped bitching we would have already been on the flight”, the male grunted. “Is there a way to get on another plane now or anything?”, you asked, pleading, “I need to be on that plane”, “Well as all have wishes, no flight till Friday”, she clapped back. “Watch your tone”, the guy pointed at her right as she turned to leave, closing the gates.

You let your bag fall, just watching her go, already thinking of all the changes you would have to make. “Hey, sorry I bumped into you pretty hard beforehand”, the same guy gently reached out. You blinked looking at his blue eyes, “Yeah… don’t remember”, you chuckled softly. “Don’t tell me that I gave you a concussion?”, he frowned slightly shaking his head. “No, don’t worry”, you reassured him. “Well, this fucking sucks”, he grunted, running a hand over his face. “Also in a rush to get back?”, you looked at him sympathetically. “Oh, you can’t even imagine”, he sighed, “Ivy”. “My pleasure, YN”, you shook his head, “we can always try the front desk”, you motioned behind you.

That’s where you two spent the remaining 4h trying and fighting and arguing with every single person who came forward. Nothing. No one could give you any information and the closest flight was in 24h. “Let’s just go”, you pulled at his hand, feeling the exhaustion slowly settling in. Ivy shot the lady one more angry look before turning to you. “When was the last time you ate?”, he asked picking up his bag, before reaching for yours, muttering a quiet “let me”, before he took it from your hands. “Don’t remember”, you shrugged, “Well, we are eating then”, Ivy motioned for you to walk forward before following behind.

The little cafe you two found outside the airport was nearly empty, giving you both a much-needed rest and a space to talk. “We can book this?”, you turned your phone to Ivy showing him the room you had managed to find. “Not scared I’m a sociopath or anything?”, he chuckled taking a sip of his beer. You tilted your head to the side, “You don’t give me scary vibes”, you shrugged, “and if you do kidnap me at least you’re handsome”, “You think I’m handsome?”,’ a shit-eating grip spread across his face. “I’m sure that you know that you are”, you chuckled, “Oh, I do”, Ivy nodded, making you throw your head up as you laughed, “Humble much?”.

Ivy reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from your face, thumb brushing your cheek, “You’re really pretty”, your cheeks instantly grew pink as you batted his hand away. “You’re just saying that so that we would be in the same room”, you rolled your eyes. “Absolutely, but mostly because you’re really pretty”, Ivy mused, clinking your beers together. Eyes fully focused on you.