#(( pfft i laugh every time i read this scene!! ))

[verreprincesse]

2-16 – The Little Crooked Tale (poisonedapplestories.com)

[reginaphalangelobster125]

Sweetheart

Steve Rogers x Reader feat. Avengers

Summary: A simple game slowly leads to a lifetime.

Warnings: a few swear words, some very hot scenes, fluffity fluff, mutual pining, mentions of nomad Steve specifically his hair and beard (yes! that's a warning), reader wearing Steve's hoodie (also a warning, gets me every time, and yes I did write a whole fic about it Hoodie)

Word Count: 3.5k

Notes: I wrote this with a female reader in mind but I think it works for any gender, there are no pronouns used and no use of Y/n, Steve calls reader sweetheart.

Everyone was drinking and having a good time. Tony remembered something he had seen earlier in the day and decided now was the best time to bring it up.

"Y-You know it's weird how fasc-cinated the public is with us" He slurred, waving his scotch around and spilling it slightly.

"How's that, Tones?" You questioned while blinking abnormally fast.

"I saw a-a thhhing on my phone, said vote on each 'venger's best look"

"Like Nat's 'I'm gonna kill you so bad' look?"

"No, ap-pearanceses"

"Ooooh, that's kinda strange, isn't it?"

"What?" Stephen asked as he flung his head up, only hearing the word 'strange'.

"Not you, Dr Otter" You and Tony replied at the same time followed by a small exclamation of acknowledgement.

"It's like a quiz" Tony continued.

"What?" Clint asked.

"The thing I was just talking about"

"Oh, right. A quiz?"

"Yeah, wanna do it?"

"I don't know, I'm not good on tests"

"It's not- It's opinions, not right or wrong"

"Okay, shoot"

Tony cast his phone to the large TV in front of everyone and started the quiz.

"What is the le-legendary genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, Tony Stark himself, 's best look?" He read off the screen.

"You always look pretty much the same" Nat stated.

"First one, little scruffy" Steve said simply.

"Yeah, his hair's cute when it's floppy, like you could run a hand through it and it'd still look adorable" You agreed.

"Adorable? Drunk you is pretty honest, this is gonna be fun" Tony smirked "Natasha Romanoff, the fierce woman of the avengers"

"Oh God" She sighed.

"The half red half blonde, super cute, especially in a braid" You smiled at her.

"I'd have to agree" Bruce added.

"Next, The God of Thunder and long hair, what's Thor's best look?"

"Ooh, the short one!" You exclaimed.

"How dare you?! That was not consensual!" Thor boomed.

"Sorry sweetie, but you've got to admit, it was hot"

"Pfft!" Loki laughed out.

"Did you just go pfft? You don't pfft" Bruce turned to him.

"My brother is not that hot"

"I think Happy's shirt would beg to differ" You counter.

"What about your mug?"

"I don't know what you are referring to"

"The mug that has 'This meeting would be a lot better if one of you were Loki' written across it"

"Oh, that mug. That and Happy's shirt were gag gifts from Tony, like Cap's Cap cap"

"Pardon?"

"Tony got Steve a cap with his Captain America logo on it, so it's Cap's Cap cap"

"You mortals are pointlessly confusing"

"Alright next question, speaking of Gods, Loki the God of Mischief and sexiness has great hair as everyone knows but what look suits him best?"

"I am beginning to like this quiz after all"

"Christmas tree" Nat states blankly.

"I am not beginning to like this. What do you mean Christmas tree?!"

"In New York, your hair had the outline of a Christmas tree. Don't look at me like that, they put tinsel in it" She points to you and Sam.

"ThAt WaS yOu?!"

"He dared me!"

"You said dare me to put tinsel in Loki's hair, I didn't do shit"

"Until I had the tinsel"

"Well it was already there"

"By the great heavenly kingdom of Valhalla I swear I will-"

"Tony, why don't we just move onto the next question?" Steve tried to diffuse the situation before Loki turned everyone into frogs, again.

"The question we've all been waiting for, the most gorgeous avenger, Bucky Barnes!"

"He's the most gorgeous?" Nat asked, a twinge of jealously in her tone.

"You're way prettier than Bucky" You reassured her.

"Hey?" Bucky lightly hit your arm.

"She is" You shrugged.

"Stevie, who's prettier?" Bucky looked to his friend.

"I don't want to choose between my friends"

"Come on, Captain"

"Uh, um.....neither"

"What?" They both blurted out in shock.

"You are" He said softly as he looked into your eyes.

"Th-thank you" You blushed.

"Of course he picked you" Bucky grumbled.

"And last but certainly not least, the very handsome face of the Avengers, Steve Rogers"

"Nomad Steve" You spoke a little too quickly.

"Really?" He asked you.

"Uh-yeah"

"Oh I toootally agree" Sam responded "That slightly long hair, a little unkept"

"And that beard" Bucky agreed.

"And the way he looks like he could just pin you up against a wall and-" You saw everyone looking at you and Steve's face covered in a bright red blush "I'm oversharring again, aren't I?"

"Yes" Bruce said, sitting in the corner, just a little mortified.

"I think that's enough for the night, I'm going to bed" You almost beckon from halfway down the hall already.

You thought that would be the end of the topic, after a while you didn't really think of it at all. Not long after, Steve had to go on a mission and boy did he have a surprise for you when he got back. The mission lasted about a month and you were really beginning to miss him. One evening you opened the door to your room and felt something behind you, someone. They pushed you into your room and slammed the door shut, they spun you around and you saw that it was Steve. You lit up instantly by just seeing his face, he had grown his beard back and his hair was a little messy and longer. Just as you were about to open your mouth to compliment him on the new-old look he pushed you against the wall, no, he pinned you against the wall. He held your wrists tight by your sides, you saw the look of desire in his dark clouded eyes. Before you knew it his lips were on yours, moving fiercely and hastily, full of passion and lust. As he pulled away he bit your bottom lip lightly, causing you to let out a soft whimper. The sound almost making him drop his tough exterior.

"This what you wanted?" His voice was deep and rough, making your body quiver.

"God yes" You breathed out shakily.

He transferred his grip on your wrists to your waist. He lifted you like you were nothing, like you weighed less than a feather. You wrapped your legs around his hips and grasped his neck in your hands, clinging on and keeping him close. He held you up against the wall as he continued kissing you roughly, deeply. You could feel your stomach aching, your whole body was aching, for him. He could feel the heat radiating off you as he trail open mouthed kisses down your jaw and it was addictive. You tilted your head back and to the side, giving him better access to your neck. He found that soft spot under your ear that made you moan so sweetly and his lips latched on. He sucked and bit marks that were sure to turn bright purple and he ran his tongue back over the spot gently, soothing your inflamed skin.

He kept up this pace, kissing and sucking and biting and licking all over your neck and upper chest. You tugged on his hair, rough enough that it made him bite your shoulder, hard. The sensation of his teeth sinking that far into you made you throw your head back even further and let out an almost primal, animalistic moan that just spurred him on all the more.

His fingers dug into your hips, certain to leave bruises you would admire for days. He pulled you off the wall and sat you on your dresser.

"Y-you know" You began, your words near breathy moans at this point "The bed's over there"

"Soon. First I want you on every surface possible"

His tone mixed with his words made your breath hitch, you could've sworn your heart stopped for just a moment. One of his hands came up and ripped your shirt off. He tossed it to the side and you toyed with the hem of his. You pulled it up slowly, running your fingers over the taught muscles of his body. You pulled the shirt over his head and when his hands returned to you they were on your thighs. His lips flew down your neck and to your chest. He kissed every inch of you within his reach, the feel of him all over you, hot and wet. He undid the top button of your pants and lifted you again. Your hands moved from his neck and discarded your pants on the floor. He carried you to the couch and laid you down. He hovered over you and you scrambled for his belt.

"Uh uh, not yet" The teasing in his tone made you squirm under him.

"Well that's not very fair is it?"

"Life's not fair sweetheart"

He continued his mission, his mouth was all over you. He moved down the couch, sitting between your legs. It was quite a sight, Steve Rogers, Captain America, America's golden boy, situated between your legs, looking up at you with the gaze of a starved animal. He took one of your legs, started at your ankle and kissed his way down. The contrast between your silky smooth skin and his rough scratchy beard made you grateful to be alive. He moved tantalisingly slow, never breaking eye contact for a second. It was like your eyes were tethered to stare at each other forever and you wouldn't have it any other way. You looked down past your heaving chest to see your knee slung over his shoulder. His chest was pressed up into the back of your thigh, pushing your muscles just right. His lips went so low, so close, so far down your inner thigh and he pulled away. The bastard pulled away. You never would have thought he'd be a tease. He did the same to your other leg, starting at the ankle and working his way almost all the way down. He laid down, his shoulders under both of your legs and he got so close. He kissed your lower stomach and he moved down. Finally, you thought. He kissed over the top of your underwear, taking the waist band in his teeth, pulling just a few inches away and releasing it, flicking against your body. He pulled even further away, devastating you.

"Steve" You whined "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Watch out or I'll have to put that dirty mouth of yours to good use"

"Please do"

He chuckled low, the sound reverberating through you and sending shivers down your spine. You kissed him again, this time soft and sweet, full of the love you had been hiding for so long.

He pulled away and stared down at you, at your beautiful face. He meant what he said that day, he thought you were beautiful, so beautiful it hurt. It hurt when he saw you get all dressed up for galas and charity events in those fancy clothes that fit your body so well. Or when you'd go out to clubs with Nat and Sam, those two always dragged you out, trying to get you to meet someone but you were never interested. For so long it had only been Steve. Wearing something outrageously short for the '40s like Steve was used to, but you looked amazing, you looked amazing in anything. He remembered the first time you trained together and you wore skin tight workout gear, he barely made it through the hour. But his favourite, his absolute favourite, was when you had just woken up. When your hair was all messy and your eyes were only half open. You'd say good morning in a raspy voice full of sleep and you'd smile at him so softly he thought he'd melt. All he wanted was to see that smile and hear that voice every morning for the rest of his life. One day was just, he didn't know quite what. It was an oddly chilly morning for that time of year and all of your winter clothes were packed away. You looked through the freshly washed laundry you had done the day before and you found a blue hoodie, it looked so comfortable and soft and most importantly warm. You pulled it on over your head and it fell halfway down your thighs, just covering the pyjama shorts you were wearing. You walked down the hall and into the kitchen like you did every morning. You greeted Steve and he greeted you back before noticing what you were wearing. It looked like you were wearing his hoodie, only his hoodie, nothing else. He blinked for a moment, opening and closing his mouth, trying to speak but not knowing what to say. You reached up to grab a mug off the top shelf and the hoodie rose up. He didn't want to look, no that was a lie, he thought he shouldn't look but he couldn't help himself. When he was met with the sight of your shorts you could say he was more than a little disappointed. You turned around and saw him staring at you.

"What?" You laughed "I can't have something in my teeth, I haven't eaten yet"

"I-is that my hoodie?"

"Oh, that's who. I'm sorry, it was in my laundry and I was cold. I can give it back"

"No you look nice. Nice and warm" He only just caught and corrected himself.

"Thanks"

He didn't know it yet but ever since that day, whenever you were feeling sad you wore his hoodie and it comforted you more than anything else.

He brought himself out of his memory haze and back to now, to you. He saw you looking up at him, wondering what he was thinking. He leaned down and whispered into your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

"Sweetheart, you've been so good, it's time for your reward"

He picked you up and you latched onto him once again. This time he finally took you to the bed. He laid you down so soft and gentle like he was handling something so precious, he was. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and his finger trailed down your cheekbone. His hand moved back to cradle your head and his thumb caressed your cheek so lovingly. His usually innocent blue eyes stared into yours, boring into your soul. The two of you truly connected, in a way neither of you had with anyone else, only each other.

You woke up the next morning, in his arms. You couldn't believe you were finally where you had dreamed of being for so long. In fact you actually pinched yourself, just to be sure. You couldn't help but smile even brighter when you looked back up to see him looking down at you. This was one of those moments you'd experienced so many times before. It took you completely out of the moment and you noticed just how pretty he really was. His eyes, full of so much hope and joy matched with pain and sadness. His eyes, full of time, years of time and he wanted to spent the rest of it with you. He laid on his back, his chest rising and falling with his steady breaths. His right hand was snaked around your waist, even in his sleep his grip never faltered. You laid on your left side, your cheek on his chest, snuggled up to him. Your right hand was laying across his body, tracing random patterns slowly.

"Morning" There it was, there was that sweet, soft, raspy voice he had longed for.

"Morning sweetheart"

You giggled slightly at the pet name, your pet name. He called you that because to him, that's what you were. You were so sweet he thought he'd get a cavity. You always did whatever you could for others, sometimes they knew and sometimes they didn't. Like the way you helped Bucky. When he first came to the tower he only had Steve, Tony was still upset with him and after hearing what had just transpired the rest of the team weren't very welcoming. But you were different. You trusted Steve's judgement and you welcomed Bucky. He stayed in Steve's room for a while, still too scared to be alone in a tower full of people who didn't much care for him. You decided the best way to get to know Bucky and hopefully help him was to get to know him in a setting he felt comfortable in. You brought a sleeping bag to Steve's room and explained your thinking. Bucky was offered the bed and the couch but he still chose the floor, so you joined him. Steve was in his room with the door open and you and Bucky were in the small living room attached. He was by Steve's door and you kept you distance, trying not to crowd him by sleeping on the other side of the room. He curled up and faced away from you. You heard him gasp for air as he came out of a nightmare. You slowly approached him and took his flesh hand in both of yours. You were gentle but your grasp was firm, reassuring him that he wasn't in his nightmare. Steve got up and came to the door but you shook your head and he stepped back. He trusted you too and he knew that you had a lot of experience with nightmares, you helped him after all. You slept with Bucky on Steve's floor for a month, until Bucky was ready to go to his own room. You slept on his floor for the first night, then you returned to your own room, next door. Sharing a wall, you were able to hear when he had a nightmare and you always came and sat with him like you did that first night. Thankfully, after some time, the nightmares were a rare occasion for him.

Steve loved how you cared for his friend, for everyone. He was the only one who noticed the small things you did. One of the simplest but kindest being whenever you would go to the grocery store you would buy a box of pop-tarts, a dozen plums, a bag of decaf coffee and a punnet of blueberries. Pop-tarts for Thor because he ate them at an alarming rate, plums for Bucky of course, decaf coffee because it always worried you how much coffee Tony drank, so you would replace it with decaf whenever you had the chance, and blueberries also for Tony, he liked having a snack while he worked and they distracted from the coffee.

There were other little things you'd do that just made Steve fall for you even more. If someone had a tough mission you'd cook their favourite meal for dinner, perfectly, and if their suit was torn you'd sew it up. They didn't ask you to or expect you to but you'd just take it and return it to them, fully mended and cleaned. Whenever you noticed his pencils were getting short or his sketchbook was getting full you'd go to the little store that had the supplies he liked. You wouldn't make a fuss about it, you usually just left a book and a box of pencils on his bedside table. And God, did he love to draw you. The first time he tried he obsessed over it, wanting the sketch to be as perfect as you. After a while it became almost mindless, if he didn't know what to draw he'd find himself drawing you.

He looked down at you now, lying in his arms with a huge smile on your face.

"I love you" It just slipped out, he meant it, he did love you but he didn't want to scare you off. He panicked for a moment when you didn't respond.

"I love you too"

He sighed a huge breath of relief "You know you're everything to me, right?"

"I do now"

You brought your hand up to his cheek, you thumb ghosted over his lips.

"You call me sweetheart"

"I do"

"Why?"

"Because you're so kind and giving, you always put the team first and you're well, sweet. Like with the pop-tarts and plums"

"You're the reason"

"What do you mean?"

"I saw your face when I got you a sketchbook or when I got Bucky plums, you know, small things. I saw the way you looked at me or at least the way I hoped you looked at me and I wanted to see that look again"

"Really?"

"Why else do you think we have plum pies every other week? Or enough Pop-tarts to feed an army, or I guess Thor for a couple weeks"

"You did that just to see me happy when I was watching you?"

"Yeah" You said nervously, hoping he wouldn't think you were quite as pathetic as you felt.

"God, I love you"

He pulled you into a kiss and you could feel his smile against your lips.

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[gokuilysm]

He was never very knowledgeable, but he was always eager to please. Alluding to porn with history.

😀 May or may not write the actual porn part if people actually read this!

Goku's eyes rolled dramatically, his hands resting on his hips.

"C'mon babe, it's really not that big of a deal!" He exclaimed, seriously not understanding what was wrong with what he asked.

"Yes it is! Sharing stuff like that with other people unprovoked is embarrassing!" I shouted, my face still flushed with embarrassment as he spoke up during the venue.

It's ridiculous, he had the audacity to admit information- information about your intimate life that you were not exactly ready to share.

Goku sighs, frowning softly. "I.. didn't know that it was so important to you," he sighed. His hand came up to his hair as he scratched the top of his head idly. "That's my bad, I guess." He said, a bit unsure still of why I'm upset, but not wanting to get me angry.

- Earlier that evening, at a dinner celebrating Bulma's newest invention- a robot that has the ability to administer first aid around the world. -

"I know! It's so many robots getting pumped out!" Bulma exclaims loudly, speaking to the more classy side of her social circle. It wasn't common that you got to see Bulma being business savvy, but it's always admirable to watch her confidence as she steps away and walks toward me and my husband- Goku.

"I really do think this is a great step for you, Bulma." I say with a smile, drinking a bit of my wine as I hold the expensive glass carefully- mostly because I know with Goku's income, I could never hope to afford to break it. Not that I mind that.

"Ah, I know- it's just so exciting though, isn't it? I haven't mass-produced something like this in so long." Bulma exclaims, her hands clasping in front of her chest. Goku then peeked over my shoulder, chewing his complimentary cheese from the charcuterie board on our private guest table.

"Ah, just think about the difference this is going to make! So many lives potentially getting saved, so many people feeling just a bit more secure.. it's so heroic of you!" I say, looking up at Bulma with a smile, my heart being warmed by her generosity and the care in her product.

"Well- of course. I thought about what you said back then about my money, and I realized you're right. I could be doing something even more, and it's successful!" She said, referring to a moment in our teenage years where I had chastised her misuse of her enormous fortune. Of course she cared about saving lives- but she had more interest in the money being made and business at hand. Which, that is fine, it's an admirable drive for success.

"I don't get it, why do we have to be here?" Goku asked, sounding incredibly bored, making Bulma raise an eyebrow, and I to turn and look at him. "Bulma invents stuff all the time, why do I have to dress up for every one?" He asked, annoyance growing from his boredom, making him rather sassy.

"Because-," I start, but I'm cut off.

"Do you only ever have sex one time because it's just the same thing again and again?" Bulma asks, folding her arms, a quickly defensive tone appearing, and Goku jumps at the argumentative tone.

"What? No! That's different! Me and Blake do it like all the time, plus I don't have to dress up for that!" Goku exclaims, a bit too loudly- making Vegeta nearly break his neck to look over at our table in disgust.

"Oh my gosh.." I mutter, my face becoming buried in my hands as I curl up in my chair, so embarrassed I wanted to punch Goku smack in the nose- but I refrain to avoid causing a scene.

"Pfft-," Bulma laughs as she sees my embarrassed blush- but her eyes widen as she sees me clutch my purse at my side and speedwalk out the back door of the large, open building. Goku sits, watching me in confusion before turning to Bulma. "What are you doing? Follow her you idiot!" She shouts, pointing at the door with firm instruction.

"Oh! Right!" Goku exclaims, quickly getting up and jogging toward the back, hitting his hip on a chair and tripping a bit for a second before resuming his chase after me outside.

- Back to present -

"Yeah, well.. it is your fault." I say with a small, frustrated mutter, looking away from him to hide the flush on my cheeks.

Goku frowned. "Hey. Hold on-," he said, walking in front of me and carefully placing his hands on my shoulders. "Don't be mad at me," Goku said.

"Well, I'm supposed to be mad at you! Yeah it's not the end of the world but- I thought you had the sense to not say that so loud in public!" I say, folding my arms and looking away.

"Please?" Goku coaxed me, knowing how to get me to calm down from experience- and who can blame him? Sometimes it's purposeful, and sometimes it's an accident- but it's always a fun challenge to get me hot then cool me down. "C'mon," he said carefully, pulling me gently by my arm, leading me to our car in the nearly empty private parking lot.

"Where are you taking me?" I ask with a sigh, wanting to stay mad at him, but it's hard when he's reminding me how sweet he is when he's not.. in any social situation near you. (Love him, and it's cute, but sometimes you get second hand embarrassment with how goofy he is).

"Here," he said, unlocking the car and pulling the seat on the passenger side all the way back, making me raise an eyebrow. That is, until he gets in and pulls me into the car with him, stumbling into his lap as he closes the door, hitting my butt with a thud.

"Uhf!-" I noise, and Goku giggles apologetically.

"Sorry babe," he giggles softly, pulling me properly into his lap.

"You're not going to seduce me into being happy with you." I say.

"Whaatt? I would never do that!" Goku exclaims, his hands on my waist as I sit atop his thighs, and he smiles looking up at me. "Not like me," he says playfully with a shrug, before pulling me in and kissing my lips softly. I sigh. I know I can't say no to him, he's so sweet, and he's such a big oaf.. but he's so amazing. He's my husband, I can't just not want him, and his lips feel so right on mine.

"Fine." I sputter quickly between his playful kisses all over my lips- and I squeal a bit happily as he keeps going with a giggle. "Fine, fine!" I shout, laughing as he finally stops with his peppering kisses. Goku smiles.

"Good. I know exactly what'll make you feel better...," he mutters playfully with a grin, his hands sliding down my waist to slowly dig his fingers into the soft skin of my ass cheeks, gripping the flesh appreciatively. He grins playfully, before slowly grinding against me, and boy is he good at it- it's like humping is just in his nature, feeling the only subtly hardened outline of his forming erection catching against the fabric of my spandex shorts beneath my dress as he carefully lifts the fabric of my skirt.

"Oh..that's so nice of you..," I say airily, sighing heavily as my hands finding their way to his muscular chest- as I've done so many times. I love how loving him never gets old.

[jinglyhigh-heels]

Y’all holy shit.

I just finished Do NOT Take This Cat Home, and like. Holy Shit. (I need so much fucking therapy.) (Spoilers under the cut like HEAVILY.)

First of all, of fucking course I would play this when I’m feeling lonely. Literally two days ago, I was thrown into A Mood when a coworker seemed surprised by my lack of friends. Everything feels Stagnant and I’m feeling like. Idek. And then I see this game, and it decides to absolutely Gut me with the dialogue you get if you choose ‘don’t take the cat home’ -> ‘leave’ -> ‘go back’ -> ‘stay’. “What’s the point when you’re always doing all of it completely and utterly alone? Even going home to your apartment wouldn’t help, would it…? One bedroom. One bathroom. …And one you living alone in it.” And then the cat comforting you…not speaking, just meowing, lightly pawing at you, listening as you open up even more… (verbalizing thoughts is so hard) “I really do like being alone most of the time. It’s the only time I really feel comfortable being myself, you know? …But even I get lonely every now and then. It’s easy to ignore when I’m keeping myself busy…” And phew, do I have complicated feelings about whether I actually stay ‘busy’ or not lmfao. “That’s why I pushed myself to go out today, I think…” I’ve done this, but not only out of loneliness and more as a desperate attempt to stave off the monotony of my too-big, too-empty house. “Heh, or maybe I was hoping to make a friend or something…” pfft. AHAHAHAHA. Gonna be honest, I was relating so hard to this scene that this line so viscerally shocked me it got me to laugh. I’m not comfortable with that!! I don’t know how to do that!!! At all!!!! If I were to ever gain a friend by going out, THEY would have to approach ME. And who would ever do that? “…though I guess that wouldn’t be a good idea. I doubt someone like me would make for a very good friend to anyone…” …yeah. And this complex of mine is even worse for online. Like, I’m bad at holding conversations (and initiating them, and knowing when/how to end them…), but at least in person we can be Doing something, take away from the Need for conversation.

…but anyway. Then you say: “okay, okay, maybe I won’t go so far as to say that, but…” I would. I’ve, been told otherwise from outside sources enough to know it’s not entirely true, but it really, truly feels that way to me. And that’s pretty much the end of the explicit dialogue. The scene isn’t over, but this is really what wrecked me.

But ahhhh that’s not even all of it. Not by a long shot. This scene just feels like. The easier? Shorter? Part to explain?

Because now, we gotta talk about the overarching plot of the game. And that is, escaping from an abuser/abusive situation. It didn’t really click for me that that’s what this is, until I went into the game for the second and final time, and actually read the content warnings; which, you can probably guess what it said. Before this, I thought this was a game about unconditional love, and how it can be bad for you. …I honestly still kind of thought that, until I got the dialogue about how this WASN’T unconditional love. In some abstract way I can’t describe, it made sense to me then. I, can’t even describe how now.

…but the point here is that I still longed for it, in some kind of twisted way. The ending where you and the cat groom each other? Where, in a twisted attempt to pay you back from the grooming you gave it, it forces fur to grow both in and out your body—killing you—so it can groom you? When you choose to sleep with the cat, and you stay there forever until you literally crumble into dust? WHEN YOU TURN INTO A DOLL AND CUDDLE, UNTHINKING AND UNFEELING, NEXT TO THE CAT FOREVER?? When you beg for forgiveness to the cats and puke up fish until you die, then are given the chocolate as a sign of forgiveness? (Edit: the pain just made the scraps of kindness so much sweeter. Which. Hoo boy.) Both endings where you give the cat your blood as food? The mice eating you, and the cat killing them all in turn? Even the endings I didn’t directly long for, I often found myself thinking ‘this is fine, right? I’m helping sustain this creature, so it’s fine.’ (Side note though, this is still a fictional story, so this likely doesn’t 1:1 reflect how I would feel in an irl situation like this.)

But I know exactly why I wanted this. In the face of all the horror, the terror, I still wanted this, because it was a love I didn’t have to actually put any work towards. Who cares if I don’t have the energy to initiate conversation? Initiate playtime? No matter how much it hurts, it’ll love me and keep me close in this infinite dance no matter what.

(And what makes this story so great regarding abuse is that it actually WON’T. It’ll beat me down until I won’t resist, absorb my remains, and move on to the next person. (Except I DO resist but that’s something for a discussion about the game’s plot, not. Whatever this is.))

It’s part of the reason I think I was having such a great time looking at a list of cats at my local shelter two days ago. I HAVE cats. I love them dearly! But they’re work, and I feel like I’m not doing things right with them cuz they want and need things and I either can’t understand what they want or I don’t have the energy/motivation to give it to them. But when I look at all these cats that I can adopt, everything is theoretical. I can imagine how much they would love me, how much easier it would be to take care of THIS cat instead of the (already really low maintenance tbh) cats that I already have. THIS cat will fix me. Adding THIS lovable responsibility to my list will TOTALLY make me a more functional human being!

[giggly-bun]

Hey! Idk if this would be too much to ask, but could you possibly please write a fic with Lee! Kaveh and Lers! Alhaitham, Cyno, and Tighnari? Maybe it can be a twist on the dinner scene at the end of his hangout quest when it’s just the four of them and they tickle Kaveh to make him cheer up a bit! Some really good verbal teasing that would make Kaveh all cute and flustered would be amazing as well 👀

Thanks!

Cheers to That {Sumeru 4}

A/N [WARNING THIS IS A TICKLE FIC] if you don’t like it, don’t read it. Sorry for any mistakes that i’ve made but i hope if you read this I hope you enjoy it. i hope it’s up to standard for everyone and thank you for your patience anon <3 - bunny 🔮

Why was he so useless? Everyone was just messing with him, they didn’t really want him around. How could they? He brought nothing to the table and everyone only sticks around for pity and-

“Kaveh!” 

His head shot up at the call from Tighnari. The blond looked around and realised that not only was Tighnari staring at him, but Alhaitham and Cyno too. They looked like they were expecting something from him. 

“I-I’m sorry, what did you say?” The blond replied, stammering over his words as he tried to shake off the dark feeling welling up in his chest. Why did his eyes feel hot? Tighnari looked at him with a concerned look. 

“It’s your turn to put down a card, Kaveh.” The fennec repeated, realising Kaveh was too lost in his thoughts to know what was going on. Said blond jumped a little and placed his card down while muttering out some brief apologies, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to get away without an incoming interrogation from his friends and roommate. 

“Kaveh, is everything alright?” Cyno asked, and it made the architect wince a little. 

“You don’t seem quite yourself tonight, you’ve barely touched your drink either.” Tighnari reiterated, gesturing to Kaveh’s full plate and half empty cup. Kaveh just gave an awkward laugh and shook his hand. 

“Pfft, what’re you guys talking about. Nothing’s wrong with me, I’m perfectly fine.” He said. As some sort of proof, he backed the rest of his drink and put it back on the table with a smile, “See? I-I’m just not really in the drinking mood right now.”

"Kaveh." A low and brooding voice said. Of course, the sound came from none other than his roommate, Alhaitham. "What's the matter?" He asked. Naturally, after being around each other for so long, the scribe knew Kaveh better than anyone, much to his dismay. The blond sighed, glancing back around the room at his friends, suddenly feeling very vulnerable. Was the room always this small? Wait- why did his cheeks feel so wet-

"Kaveh why are you crying?" He heard Tighnari speak, or perhaps Cyno- When was the last time Alhaitham said anything? It was a terrible feeling, being out of control of your body, yet being acutely aware of your surroundings simultaneously. Before he knew it, there was an arm around his shoulder, and he was facing Alhaitham, the gray haired man having sat himself right next to Kaveh in the flurry of emotions. 

"Kaveh, I need you to just breathe for me." His other half said, tone low, but concern lacing every fibre of his words. "You're safe here, just relax. Breathe with me." He repeated, and Kaveh did as he was told. With each breath he started to feel more and more relaxed, his worries beginning to dissipate as he realised he was, indeed, safe with his friends. Shortly after he had calmed down, Cyno and Tighnari joined them at the other end of the table. "Kaveh, is everything okay? You can talk to us about whatever is bothering you, we're your friends." Nari chimed in, rubbing comforting circles on his back. Kaveh rubbed the tears from his eyes and sighed.

"I-I'm sorry about that, it's just that I thought you guys might be better off without me here. I was just thinking about how I don't really contribute anything to the table as far as our friendship goes, so I apologise for ruining the mood." He looked around apprehensively, expecting his friends to judge him. Instead, he was greeted with looks of worry.

"Kaveh, that is absurd." Cyno spoke first. "We have you around because you are our friend, and we are happy to have you around." The general put a comforting hand on the architect's shoulder.

"I agree with Cyno. Kaveh, you're funny, kind-hearted and a general delight to be around. And there isn't a chance that you ruined our evening, you never do."

"If anyone ruined the evening tonight, it was general Cyno with those lame jokes he is always spewing." Kaveh looked at Alhaitham with a small smile on his lips.

"Hey! They are not lame jokes, they are funny, you just lack the comprehension for my humor." Cyno rebutted.

"To understand your humor, the joke would have to be funny first." And so, their bickering began, Cyno dishing out more jokes to which Alhaitham and Tighnari groaned, while Kaveh watched the scene play on. He had to admit, he was glad the atmosphere wasn't awkward, and he found himself giggling at the hilarity of the situation. His three friends looked over at the sound.

"See, even Kaveh thinks my jokes are funny, you two should take after him." Cyno stated, a proud smile etched on his lips from the thought that Kaveh was laughing along with him.

"Cyno, while I appreciate your efforts to make us laugh, I must admit the jokes are pretty lame." Tighnari barked out a laugh at Kaveh's response, and Haitham turned away, concealing a chuckle under his breath. The Mahamatra sat back with an offended look on his face, scoffing slightly.

"Kaveh, my dear friend, I thought you were on my side."

"I am! It's just that they aren't the best jokes." 

"Well, if that's how you feel, then I suppose I should give you something to truly laugh about."

"What do you me-EHE! Cynohoho nohohoho!" Kaveh squealed in delight. The other two looked down to see what Cyno was doing, and they quickly realised the situation when they saw said general skittering his fingers up the length of Kaveh's sides. The architect squeaked, attempting to bat the other's hands away, but like a true warrior, Cyno didn't back down.

"I think you mean, 'Cyno yes!'" he chuckled, moving his hands to scribble at the grooves of Kaveh's ribs. "Now, what kind of friend would I be if I just let you sit there with a pout all night." Kaveh lurched at the new feeling, thrashing his body vehemently, and ultimately backing up into Alhaitham, his counterpart sitting with a faint pink hue on his cheeks.

"Guhuhuhuys hehelp me! Plehehehease." Kaveh begged through his cries. He kept his hands pawing at Cyno's while calling for the others.

"I don't know, Kaveh. You do seem pretty happy, perhaps this is what you need to pick yourself back up." 

"Nohoho Nahahari I ahaham fine! Hehehelp mehehe- GAH!"

"I suppose I could help, just this once." He heard the fennec reply as he shuffled closer. "Say, Kaveh, what are your worst spots?" Kaveh's eyes bugged out of his head comically, the question sending shivers down his spine.

"Why wohohould I tehehehehell you!" He squealed out when Cyno hit a particularly ticklish spot on his ribs.

"Because we just want to make you happy. I'm sure Alhaitham knows, don't you Alhaitham?" There was a beat of silence while the two lers looked over at the man who had stayed silent throughout the whole ordeal. Kaveh took the opportunity to breathe, and he looked at Alhaitham wearily, because he most definitely does know. 

“I have no knowledge of Kaveh’s worst spot.” He said, tone flat, and Kaveh thanked his lucky stars that he was playing it safe. 

“S-See? So, let’s just get back to- AHA! NAHAHAHA!” 

“I do, however, know the spot that makes him scream.” 

That bastard!

Alhaitham had silently lifted his index finger and began to drill it into the center of Kaveh’s upper back, toggling with the muscles in a way that, in fact, made Kaveh scream. He thrashed and tried to move back away from his junior, but Cyno kept him in his place by putting his legs over Kaveh’s lap. Oh, Kaveh almost cried. 

“PLEHEHEHEAS- NOHOT THEHEHEHERE! HAIHIHIATHAM!” He screeched and squealed, face burning as the noises he made echoed into his own ear. 

“Wow, he’s really ticklish there.” Thighnari said, ears twitching at the sound of Kaveh’s ears. 

“He’s got a cute laugh, I’ve never seen him so giddy.”

“STAHAHAHP TALKING LIKE IHIHI AHAHAHAHAM NOHOT HERE! NYAHAHAHA-“ Alhaitham changed the pressure in which he was tickling and it sent the poor blond into new bouts of laughter.

“Indeed, I’ve found it’s an effective way to shut him up whenever he talks nonsense.” Haitham said smugly, not being able to hide his smirk any more. “He also cannot stand it when I do this.” Using his four fingers, he began to rake them up and down the stretch of exposed skin shown through the back window of Kaveh’s shirt. Curse that shirt! Kaveh almost flew out of his seat, jumping 6ft in the air at the sensation. 

“DOHOHON’T- I CAHAHAHAN’T I HAHAHATE YOU!” 

“No you don’t.” 

“He never laughs this hard at my jokes.” Cyno huffed out.

“That’s because Kaveh is more ticklish than you are funny, obviously.” That comment earned Nari a flick to the ear.

It was terribly ticklish in the worst way possible, but why was he not hating this as much as he should be? I mean, he never truly minds when his friends tickle him, it was just humiliating, emphasised by the blush spreading to his ears. 

“OKAHAHAY- ACK! ohohoOHOKAY I GIVE! I GIHIHIVE I’M HAHAH-“ His laughter dipped into silence, only being heard again when a snort broke the quiet. “I'M HAPPY! nohohoho mohohohore!” Fine, they’d had their fun. Alhaitham removed his hands, watching Kaveh shakily sit up and avoid eye contact with the rest of the group while he caught his breath. 

“Are you feeling better, Kaveh?” Cyno asked, facing him with a small smile. 

“Yohohou know whahat? I actually am, I think I needed that, thanks guys. But you all owe me another drink!” 

They laughed at that, and thus the drinks kept coming, and Kaveh had forgotten his earlier troubles in favor of living in the moment with his friends. 

[incorrectbatfam]

Can You See My Colors Too?

Batfamily Week 2023 day 2: Platonic Soulmates | Sick Day | “Please… stay, don’t go.”

Summary

Bruce is Selina’s soulmate, but the same can’t be said in reverse.

OR

Alternate universe where you only see colors when your soulmate is nearby.

The evening host smiled at the audience. 

“Welcome back to the show! As you all know, this is the game show where we see just how well soulmates know each other. Today, we’re joined by Gotham's royal couple themselves, Selina Kyle and Bruce Wayne!”

Bruce and Selina waved as the spotlights shined on them. She laced her fingers with his, gazing into his baby blue eyes with a smile, which he returned.

“Here’s how this will work,” the man said. “You guys are gonna stand on opposite sides of this divider and answer a series of questions about each other to see if you’re truly the perfect fit.”

A crew member led them to two podiums with cameras pointing down from overhead. Selina glanced at Bruce one more time before standing on the red X and uncapping her dry-erase marker. 

“Round One is easy—the color round. Are you ready?”

“Since before you were born,” Selina joked while Bruce gave the host a thumbs up.

A dark blue curtain fell between them. As expected, the colors faded incrementally each time she blinked. A minute later, the world was back to the monochromatic grays that it was before she met him. 

The host cleared his throat. “First question: what colors are your soulmate wearing?”

Pfft, this was easy. Before they left, Alfred spent twenty minutes digging for a burgundy tie so Bruce could match her dress.

“Answers in three… two…” 

They flipped the boards toward the cameras. Selina’s, predictably, said burgundy. Bruce, on the other hand, wrote purple with a few question marks. She glanced at her dress. Not that she could discern the color right now, but it was something between scarlet and purple. And considering Bruce didn’t pick his own clothes half the time, it wasn’t a stretch to say he didn’t refer to them by obscure shades. 

“I’ll give it to you,” the host said. “It’s one of those in-between colors.”

Bruce laughed. “Just because I see colors doesn’t mean I have to learn them all, does it?”

The host replied, “Tell that to my husband. He collects paint swatches for fun.” 

Selina said, “Bruce, you guys should meet up since you can’t decide how to paint the bathroom.” 

“Just do some of everything, it’s easier that way.”

The host laughed and flipped to the next question card. “Second question, and this is for Selina. Earlier backstage, you gave him part of your donut. What color was the frosting?”

“Easy,” she said, not even bothering to write it down. “Brown with pink sprinkles.”

“That is correct!” he turned to Bruce. “Before the show, you also brought her roses. What color were they?”

“Um…” Bruce drummed his fingers on the podium. “The color… rose?”

The audience members whispered. Selina furrowed her eyebrows. They were just red roses. Even if he forgot—which he wouldn’t because he was the World’s Greatest Detective—anyone could guess. 

“Always the jokester,” the host said. “But sadly, I can’t give you that point.”

“Aw, darn.”

The host flipped his card. “This one’s simple: what is your soulmate’s eye color?”

Blue. Selina wrote it down and showed the camera. 

She peeked around the curtain at Bruce. His green marker hovered over a clean board. He looked like he was entering a fresh crime scene—turning over every possibility until he could make a calculated guess. She stepped away and let the curtain fall back. 

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Read the rest on Ao3

@batfamilyweek

Day 1

[impossiblesuitcase]

Acts of Service - deleted scene.

Read the fic here

Tap click tap.

“Cress?”

Clicking fills the room as her fingers dance over the keyboard; the only sound Cress hears outside of her own voice in her head.

“Crescent? Light of my life?”

Tap tap. Click tap click.

“Cressy?”

Her nose pinches. The voice from the door had filtered unrecognised through her ears until that particular sobriquet. Cress swivels around in her desk chair to face her boyfriend. 

He grins. “That got your attention.”

“Cressy?” she drawls incredulously.

Carswell leans against the doorpost, mirth etched in his dimples. “It’s cute.”

“It’s awful.” She spins back to her desk, finding her place in the coding she was just on the verge of cracking. Ah, yes, she was adding a new variable.

“What? You’re not going to ask what I’m here for?” he presses.

“I won’t answer to that name,” is her short reply.

He laughs boyishly. “Aww, sweetheart, I tease you because I love you.”

She casts a stern glance back to the offender. “How would you like me to call you Cars-ey?”

Carswell smacks his lips, amusement stalling. “Touché,” he grumbles.

Her hand flicks up to her mouth, smothering a giggle. 

Resigned, Thorne sighs and lifts off the wall, holding out his hands. “Cress. My darling. My moon at night.”

“Yes, Cars-ey?” she calls sweetly.

His eyes shoot sewing needles. 

“Uh, sweetie. That’s what I said,” she corrects. “What’d you come to tell me?”

Excitement steams off him as he pulls two ports from his belt, advertising them in the air. “The new update on Android Assault is out! Wanna be obliterated at every turn?”

Cress beams, elated. They’ve been awaiting this update for six months now, and the prospect of seeing Thorne’s pout as she unquestionably prevails invigorates her. But her smile falls quickly.

Seeing this, he frowns. “I’ll let you win a few rounds, I promise.”

“Oh honey, I want to. But this coding is really urgent.”

He returns the portscreens to his belt and folds his arms. “Pfft. More urgent than hanging out.”

“It’s an assignment from the president of the American Republic.”

“President shmesident"

“Yes. The president shmesident who’s loaning you the very ship we’re on,” she reminds kindly. “We can play later, I promise.”

Thorne sulks by the door for a moment, brow furrowed. “Why do you have to be so responsible?”

Cress doesn’t know what to say. She blows him a kiss and returns to her screen. From her periphery, she sees Thorne catch the kiss and smack it onto his cheek. Then his footsteps patter down the hallway.

“Thanks anyway,” she hears, “Cressy.”

“Cadet!” she yells.

“Hey!”

Chuckling, Cress removes the flirting with boyfriend mode chip from her brain and plugs in the work mode. Right. The initial commands are working, and that is technically enough to cover the president's request. Still, she isn’t content to hand over the code with the backbone incomplete. It’s unlikely, but if this aspect fails, the entire system will.

Under Sybil, such a mistake would have earned a berating, glaring, and even the half-empty, half-full threat of execution. The former because Cress had known Sybil relied on her programming skills to remain in Levana’s good favour. And the latter because every guard before Jacin Clay that escorted Sybil to the satellite had been executed for looking at Mistress the wrong way.

President Vargas didn’t bring the promise of death if she misstepped. But singlehandedly losing the Rampion deal would be a fate worse than death to her boyfriend.

The cursor blinks over the script, nagging her. She knows which variables to assign, but it’s a matter of the right code to execute the correct function. Cress bites her lip, mentally running through the best candidates.

Something stronger nags at her.

She’s poured herself into this code all week, and ashamed as she is to admit it, this isn’t the first time she’s brushed Thorne off. Next Wednesday is their first anniversary of when they met, and they’ve spent the past month propounding all the fantastical things they’ll do to celebrate, yet none of them have been chosen, planned or booked. But this task is important. Ludicrously important, international-security level important.

He looked so disappointed…

Her fingers sit atop the keys, unable to commit to press down. 

Computer analytics show the likelihood of system failure to be 4.6%

She can’t live with that percentage. She can’t live with his dejected frown.

Cress grips the desk, using it as leverage to careen her chair backwards. Lips ready to call out a name, toes grazing the carpet to stand.

When she turns, Thorne is already at the door. She blinks rapidly as though he were a glistening mirage. She hadn’t heard his normally thudding footsteps.

“Missed me?” he teases, voice honeyed. He saunters over, a European pillow tucked under one armpit and his portscreen under the other.

Cress stands. He reaches her and coaxes her back into the chair. Then he drives it back to the desk, using his foot to toggle the lever so she drops down with an “Oof!”

Then he settles onto the floor, stuffs the pillow at his back and rests his head against her thigh. With a wiggle to get comfortable, he boots up his port and sighs contentedly.

Cress bites her smile. Leaning down, she presses a kiss to his forehead. His muscles relax under her lips.

“You keep working, stress-head. I’ll play the old instalments until you’re finished.” He winks up at her. “Gives me some extra practice to completely destroy you.”

She buries her hand in his hair and gives it a good tug. 

“Ow!”

“You know, a big ego slowly kills your brain,” she asserts. “It might explain the pain you’re experiencing.”

Thorne adamantly thumbs the start key and scoffs. “Get back to working, Missy.”

She does. It’s a little slow with only one operating hand, and in the tougher crunches she has to pull the other from his hair to the keys. Between event, array, and else functions, Cress ponders just how he became so relaxed with her, and how when she’d met his parents for the first time last spring, he’d been anything but. He had transformed before her eyes into a tense soldier, stiff-backed and overly formal. He hasn’t outright told her, but she knows implicitly that his family have never prioritised quality bonding time or enveloping hugs. Sure, he was an inexorable flirt, but Cress sees the softness behind his intentions. He just wants people to notice him. For people to care.

She well understands that yearning. So maybe right now the two of them are speaking to each other without words, saying exactly what they both need to hear.

Tap tap tap and click click click fills the room as percussion. Content, slow breathing is the melody.

@cindersassasin @hayleblackburn @spherical-empirical @just2bubbly @gingerale2017 @slmkaider @luna-maximoff-22

[halcydaze]

🦌 Has Nokotan ‘fallen off’? 🦌

Seeing a few comments around the web where people are saying they’ve gotten bored with My Deer Friend Nokotan.

And I totally get it, everyone’s got the right to like what they like.

But I figured I’d give my two cents real quick.

#1 - I went into watching MDFN kinda knowing it was one of those shows that got super overhyped on 1) the viral dance and 2) the wacky premise.

That being said, it’s still been one of the most fun fandoms I’ve joined in a long while and it’s been fun watching the fandom grow and enjoy the show right from Day 1.

#2 - Is it an all-time favorite or even Top 10 anime for me?

Not really, and that’s okay. I think it’s good in today’s world where everything has to have a Marvel level of “ZOMFG!!!” hype to have something just be ‘good’ and fun.

It’s basically been a fun comfort show for me this summer, where I don’t have to overthink things and can just watch, get a few laughs and cute moments and enjoy.

#3 — What do I like about it?

1) The jokes are *very* light and dry on purpose and that’s totally my kind of humor. It reminds me of other ‘random’ slice-of-life anime like Lucky Star and Nichijou where the best jokes usually get a good “…PFFT—😂” if you know what I mean.

2) I LOVE all the characters. Like Lucky Star and Nichijou, the cute little cast of side characters you start to identify with makes it feel like such a cozy show. The Student Council, the Deer Club, the old lady, the cafe owner, Tsunoda-san. I love em all!

3) The general vibe of the show is cute and cozy too. Yes, Koshitan inevitably suffers every episode and I get how some people really can’t handle that ‘second-hand cringe’, but I find that there’s honestly a lot of heart and kindness in the show too (just look at the Bashame/Anko scene this week! Or Neko offering Koshi snacks and water last ep!)

4) And like I said, I love the fandom around it too! Y’all are so fun to share the love of this show and these characters with and I’ve loved having my posts get a lot of feedback and attention too! DEER CLUB FOREVER!

5) Also, side note, I appreciate that, relatively speaking, there’s not a TON of weirdness and fan service in the show either. Yes, there’s Anko. But compared to something like Dragon Maid, the pervy jokes in Nokotan are for real few and far between as far as anime goes.

#4 — Lastly, I read somewhere where someone lightly doubted that we’d get a Season 2. I really hope we do cause of all the reasons above. I’ve watched and rewatched the episodes this summer as much as any anime I’ve followed this anime season. But unfortunately it does seem sometimes like if a show doesn’t hit that Marvel level of hype I mentioned earlier that it can be a struggle to get another season. That being said, I’ve seen references to ‘the dance’ and deer in general a lot around anime spaces this summer, so I hope the attention and hype around the show convinces them to make a Season 2! ✨🦌✨🦌

So yeah, just wanted to get these thoughts outta my head and into the world! Keep on rockin through these last 2 episodes, Shikas! 🦌✨

[aprillikesthings]

s2 ep2 Ties that Bind

eheheheh

ahem

Took me way too long to realize this was a pun on "drill" as in an object Entrapta would use to make things (I think it's a carryover from the original 1980's series, I could be wrong)

plot

Oh god Entrapta lived in the Crypto Castle. This is long-ago enough that "crypto" didn't mean bitcoin.

Glimmer: we're going to go get Entrapta by ourselves.

whyyyy

Plot shit: Mara destroyed the Watchtower and that's why Light Hope is constantly glitching, and nobody stops to think Mara might've had a good reason, but also

I spent the mid/late 90's mildly obsessed with music from the 1960's, okay, and yes I know this is the cover of a Bob Dylan song, but it's also one of Jimi's best songs

I read somewhere that all the times this character's voice repeats or gets distorted weren't added effects, the voice actor Can Just Do That.

sorry just laughing at Catra being undignified and scratching her butt

ANGY KITTY

another one for the "never pause shera" sub

wait one more

more angy kitty (and more cartoon bondage, per the episode title)

yes this is a funny bit but also I love that they're showing farmland.

One of my continual gripes with the entire fantasy genre is how often they don't show anyone farming. Especially in pseudo-medieval fantasy worlds, the vast majority of the population would be spending their lives as farmers, but also PEOPLE HAVE TO EAT. Where is the farmland. Where. Where is it.

(I loved the Peter Jackson Lord of the Rings movies but it always bugged me that the ONLY farmland we EVER saw was in the fucking Shire. What is everyone else EATING.)

EDIT: later in the episode it's implied this is just dead grass they bring back to life??? to me it looks like a field of mature grain! Meh.

no she's just gay

I'm not going to take screenshots (bc they're on screen for like a split second each) but the images of multiple characters as horses that Swift Wind is imagining are SO GOD DAMNED FUNNY

ew, Catra!

Meanwhile Bow and Glimmer debate the ethics of keeping a hostage. As multiple posts back in the day point out, literally every main character in this show commits war crimes lol

why are you sniffing your foot

H E L P i cannot stop laughing she's just :}

this whole scene is such a huge part of why so many of us headcanon her as a huge brat lolol

THEY DID A MEME AGAIN AHAHAHAH

this is what happens when a tv show is made entirely by people in their 20's

fangie

do we headcanon her tongue as being as rough as an actual cat's or closer to a human's? I tend to assume somewhere in the middle.

For Reasons.

pfft

AAAHAHAHAH she's like :>

I love how Catra is totally just yanking their chains but the moment Glimmer mentions Adora, Catra goes back to Angy Kitty: "yeah??? she'll leave you, too!" like oh, is Adora a sensitive subect? hm?

Poor Scorpia's infatuation with Catra is hard to watch bc I know it's so one-sided :(

One of my friends ships these two a LOT and let's be honest, I can see it

(Also as many people including Nate have pointed out, they're actually really similar as people; their differences are almost entirely due to their upbringings.)

now kISS

unintentional pun alert

plot plot Adora is convinced she has to be "a better She-Ra than Mara so I don't hurt people like she did."

Awww there's a great little moment between Adora and Swift Wind. Adora apologizes for making Swift Wind, uh, sentient I guess; and Swift Wind says "Adora, I wouldn't trade my voice and my wings for anything. I've got the chance to change the world now. To make it better than when I found it. I can't imagine ever going back, can you?"

they fix the Watchtower, Glimmer and Bow make it back to Bright Moon with the knowledge Entrapta is alive and working for the Horde, episode is over

[aquagirl1978]

I'm answering this super late....but it's summer, and things are rough 😂

Anyone who sees this, consider yourself tagged - if you play Vamp

What was your first impression of the game? Is this the first Cybird game you've ever played?

IkeVamp is the first Cybird game I've ever played (I played mostly VHs before this). I had seen so many screenshots for the game that curiosity finally got to me, and I dled the game. I remember reading the prologue and being so confused as to who was who. I kept confusing Napo and Leo, and Isaac and Theo.

2. Who was the character you liked most in the beginning, and is he still your fave?

I am embarrassed to admit I liked Shakespeare best first, but only because he had longer hair. I don't think he was ever my fave, and certainly isn't now 😂

3. How you picked your first route, and whose route was it? Was your favorite suitor available when you first started playing?

I picked Shakespeare (see above, his hair and also he had a very distinctive look so I didn't confuse him for anyone else). I discovered early on I made a poor choice of first suitor to read (not because of the whole Vlad and friends thing, but more because my college self remembered why I never took a Shakespeare course despite being an English major).

4. An unavailable route you're looking forward to:

Galileo

5. A character you thought would be different than how he is:

Arthur. I wasn't expecting him to be as sweet and insecure as he was.

6. Is there a suitor who you used to dislike, but eventually changed your opinion about?

Faust. I never cared much for his aesthetic or what little I saw of him in events, but after reading his route, he's grown so much I might consider writing him one day (which is a pretty big statement from me).

7. Do you remember your first story event?

No idea the title, but I picked Mozart because I was reading his route at the time, and I remember vividly him saying something about "sucking your fingers" and I was still so early in his route so I went 😮

8. Have you ever spent money on the game? Have you tried the free diamonds offers?

I have spent money on IkeVamp, tho not nearly as much as I've spent on Pri or Sen. I have tried the free offers and just cannot for the life of me remember to tap each day for those free diamonds.

9. Do you have a favorite avatar item? Is it a plushie or maybe a unique hairstyle?

Jean with his long ponytail. I was reading his route at the time and bought diamonds so I could finish in the top 100 for that. What a nailbiter of an event.

10. Have you ever bought merch of your favorite ikevamp character?

Nope.

11. Have you ever mistakingly spent your stamina not in the story event?

Who hasn't?

12. What's the luckiest you've ever been when it comes to the gacha? What about your most unlucky memory?

Pfft. I am not lucky at all with the Vamp gacha. I guess ages ago when they had an avatar gacha where you could get plushies or boots or this furry ligerie robe in suitor theme. And I got the boots and robe for Leonardo. Most unlucky is just about every time I pull for a suitor's birthday gacha and I get some random 3* card.

13. The slowliest you've ever completed a route vs the quickest:

The slowest - Sebastian. The quickest - Vlad maybe?

14. Do you use your 5 free chapter tickets daily?

Nope (looks at poor Vincent languishing there around Ch 13).

15. A moment in a route that made you cry and a moment in a route that made you laugh:

Cry - that scene after the ball in Leonardo's route (if you read his route, you know). Laugh - Faust route, drunk Vlad.

16. Who is your favorite pureblood vampire?

Leonardo

17. Do you have a favorite CG? What about a favorite card?

CG - Vlad's Drama End photo. Card - Leonardo as a demon.

18. Any famous historical figures you wished were in ikevamp?

Not off the top of my head.

19. What card is currently on your home screen in the game?

King Leonardo from the recent Election Promises.

20. What do you think about the suitors' pets? Which one is your favorite?

I think they're cute. My favorite is Cherie.

𝟒 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐈𝐤𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞!

Ikevamp EN launched on the 1st of July 2019 - maybe you were there since day one, or maybe you've only started playing recently: here's a little game to celebrate! You simply answer the questions and (optionally) tag the people whose answers you'd love to see next! Happy 4th anniversary to all ikevamp players! 🎉🎉🎉

*~if you feel like sharing, you can find the days in the mansion counter in your profile in the game and add it to your questions ~* Also, while reading other people's answers, mind that there might be spoilers!

What was your first impression of the game? Is this the first Cybird game you've ever played?

Who was the character you liked most in the beginning, and is he still your fave?

How you picked your first route, and whose route was it? Was your favorite suitor available when you first started playing?

An unavailable route you're looking forward to:

A character you thought would be different than how he is:

Is there a suitor who you used to dislike, but eventually changed your opinion about?

Do you remember your first story event?

Have you ever spent money on the game? Have you tried the free diamonds offers?

Do you have a favorite avatar item? Is it a plushie or maybe a unique hairstyle?

Have you ever bought merch of your favorite ikevamp character?

Have you ever mistakingly spent your stamina not in the story event?

What's the luckiest you've ever been when it comes to the gacha? What about your most unlucky memory?

The slowliest you've ever completed a route vs the quickest:

Do you use your 5 free chapter tickets daily?

A moment in a route that made you cry and a moment in a route that made you laugh:

Who is your favorite pureblood vampire?

Do you have a favorite CG? What about a favorite card?

Any famous historical figures you wished were in ikevamp?

What card is currently on your home screen in the game?

What do you think about the suitors' pets? Which one is your favorite?

Have fun answering! 💕

[eijiroukiriot]

everything I’ve ever said about being embarrassed abt fly me is CANCELLED i have nothing but love in my heart for 17 year old me who stayed up til 3 a.m. most of the summer writing the cheesiest thing her grubby little hands would ever type

[free-pancakes]

Levihan Song Prompt

Like My Father by Jax

Aged Like Fine Wine

a Levihan post-canon fix-it oneshot

AO3 link here

Summary: Hange and Levi send an adult Gabi off on her first date with Falco, heavily inspired by the lyrics of Like My Father by Jax

Notes: Thanks for the ask @29austro-lover, this ended up being such a soft little thing, and I loved writing it! it feels almost ooc but maybe this is just how it would feel to get a canonverse happy ending for levihan lmao

“I’m home!”

Gabi heard a tea kettle whistling from the kitchen as she hung her coat up by the front of the cabin, and closed the door gently behind her. A record player played softly in the living room, the sound of a piano filling the home.

She walked up to the small table in the foyer, smiling as her eyes ran over the bouquet of yellow roses lying on top of it. A small sticky note lay next to it—“Four-Eyes, don’t tell me titans are cuter than these damn flowers I picked for you.” Gabi laughed to herself after reading it.

“Gabi, is that you?”

“Yes, Captain!”

The thumping of a cane grew louder, until Levi popped his head through the doorway.

“Gabi, I told you to stop with that already. It’s been years since I’ve retired from the Survey Corps. Just call me Levi already.” His slightly graying hair swayed as he nodded his hand towards the sofa in the living room, and Gabi obliged to his routine.

She sat and waited until Levi shuffled in with a piping hot teapot, and he poured some for the both of them. As they sipped, they listened to the record player continue to play.

“Hange loves this song, right?” Gabi asked, almost getting Levi to smile—it made her wonder exactly what memories came to Levi’s mind as he listened to the song. He stood up, gesturing his hand towards Gabi, and she took it happily. He took her hand holding up to the side, supporting it, while Gabi let him lean a bit into her, keeping him steady without his cane. Levi led her, dancing slowly to the lovely song together.

Levi looked up at Gabi, a warm sensation swirling up inside him as he saw how much she’s grown since they had first met. Gabi had grown into a fine, strong-willed woman emanating sunshine—oddly very similar to someone they both knew all too well.

“Gabi, you better make sure that Falco brat is treating you right,” he said out loud. But in his head, he wanted to say that that boy should be treating his little girl like royalty—a queen for that matter, just as she deserved—as she was the closest thing he and Hange ever had to a daughter.

Gabi smiled, and squeezed Levi’s hand. But before she could reassure him, the sound of a horse and carriage came from just outside. Gabi knew by now there was nothing stopping Levi whenever Hange arrived home from a meeting. She could only assist him by handing him his cane—otherwise, he’d get so worked up if she helped him anymore than that. Gabi waited, staring outside the window as Levi approached the horse and carriage on his own. She couldn’t help but laugh seeing Jean and Armin always trying to help Hange out, their faces absolutely terrified every single time—Levi’s back was always towards her, but she knew he definitely had that menacing scowl strewn across his face to elicit such a reaction from them. But they knew to expect this—Levi always wanted to hold the carriage door open and help Hange out by himself.

Like clockwork, Hange would happily wish them farewell, while Levi simply waved them off, wondering why they still had to still bother Hange for advice—they were “grown and could handle it themselves” he had always complained. But Hange clearly didn’t mind.

Arm in arm, the two walked back in, Hange squealing at the flowers as Levi moved with purpose towards the kitchen.

“Oi Levi, titans are still cuter, though!” She yelled after reading his note.

“Why, because they’re gross, like you?” he retorted.

“No, because they’re at least taller than you!” she answered, and threw her head back in laughter.

Before Gabi could visibly cringe at their weird way of poking fun at each other, Hange walked into the living room, greeting her with a big hug and a kiss on the forehead. It never failed to make Gabi smile.

“I hope Levi wasn’t giving you a hard time! Your date with Falco tonight is going to be great, honey—“

“Ah titan shit!” Levi exclaimed from the kitchen. Hange and Gabi made eye contact, smirking before saying in unison, “Titans don’t shit!” and doubled over in laughter.

Levi brought out the pie he had been baking, the edges of the crust a bit dark, and a disappointed look on his face as he sat on the sofa next to Hange.

“Don’t worry, Levi! I like when the crust is a bit more crunchy on the outside!” Though suddenly, she paused and looked down at her belly, frowning as she poked at the excess layer of fat. “But my old body isn’t keeping up with all the sweets you make me anymore,” she muttered with a frown. Before she could dwell on it for any longer, Levi pushed the bangs out of her face and around her ear—“Pfft, well you look pretty hot today.”

She smirked, and placed her hand on his knee—“Hot, huh Shorty? Well—“

Gabi slapped her hands over her ears and groaned, “Guys, please don’t be weird while I’m around—“

A shy knock on the front door sounded, startling all three of them. Gabi rushed to find Falco standing their blushing like a fool, a small bouquet of lilies in one hand, a bottle of wine in the other. After catching up, a slice of pie, and a solid glare or three from Levi making Falco feel like he might just drop dead on the spot, the two decided it was time to go.

“Seeya later, oldies!” Gabi said teasingly.

Falco froze as he watched the smile disappear from Hange’s face, and Levi’s glare grow fiercer, and the two of them simultaneously flip them off. “Just you wait, age will hit you hard too someday!” Levi yelled as Gabi laughed and closed the door.

When the two reached the top of the hill, Falco looked back at the cabin, seeing Hange and Levi through the window, dancing together, a glass of wine in Hange’s hand. Hange leans back to look at Levi—

“And now cue Hange-san saying, ‘Levi, well you’re just like fine wine, better with age!’” And Falco’s jaw dropped as he watched Gabi’s mocking sync up perfectly with the words forming on Hange’s lips. Gabi giggled at Falco’s reaction.

“They’re perfect together right?” Gabi said under her breath, while Falco nodded confidently in agreement.

A wonderful evening later and a sweet hug goodbye, Gabi closed the door as Falco made his way up the hill. When he reached the top, he decided to take another look back at the cabin once again. He turned, and watched Gabi approach the sofa in the living room under the warm, dim light in the home. She smiled at Hange and Levi, both having fallen asleep next to each other. She stared lovingly at the two, noticing that the grey hairs grew a little more prominent on their heads with each day. Gabi carefully took Hange’s glasses from Levi’s hands, picked up the book that lay in Hange’s lap, and gently placed a blanket over the two of them. Falco smiled softly at the scene occurring before him, hoping he’d get to continue being a part of it. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he stared up at the night sky, and wondered how the stars aligned so perfectly for the 4 of them to live out the happy ending that previously only existed in dreams.

[cheri-translates]

[CN] S2 Gavin and MC in Chapter 19 (Part Two)

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers from Season 2 🍒

My focus is on Gavin x MC interactions, so content relating to the plot will be in bullet-points :>

Part One: here

[ Notable Scene: Infiltrating the STF ]

MC: ...but aren’t you relieved from your duties?

Gavin seems to guess the words I haven’t said, and he lets out a soft, unnatural cough.

Gavin: I know every patrolling post in the STF, patrol timings and angles of the surveillance cameras. I can ensure that we’d get in successfully without anyone noticing. However, since I only saw his face from four years ago...

MC: I’ll go with you. As long as I see his face, I can point him out to you.

Gavin has a teasing smile in his eyes, perhaps seeing the urgency written on my face.

Gavin: In that case, let’s go for a walk in STF tonight.

-

Late at night, Gavin and I infiltrate the STF through an outer wall.

Pale moonlight outlines a misty halo around him, softening his edges.

He finds an open window with ease. Lifting me up, he lets me jump through the window before leaping in himself.

This appears to be a utility room.

MC: Captain Gavin’s really good at this.

Gavin: This is the STF. I won’t bump into anyone even with my eyes closed, much less the walls.

Before Gavin finishes speaking, Tang Chao walks in with a bowl of instant noodles, a wicked smile on his face while he pushes the door open.

Tang Chao: Instant noodles must be eaten on the sly. Otherwise, I might-

When Tang Chao sees Gavin, he pauses in his footsteps.

In this short span of time, we look at each other speechlessly, the only thing left being the steam rising from the instant noodles.

All of a sudden, Tang Chao rolls his eyes, his body doing a 180 degree turn. With the instant noodles in hand, he steps out of the door before closing it.

Gavin: ...

MC: ...didn’t you say you wouldn’t bump into anyone even with your eyes closed?

Moonlight streams in from the window, illuminating the side of his face clearly. I turn my head stiffly, watching as his Adam’s apple bobs slightly.

Gavin: Tang Chao is slacking off.

Tang Chao’s slightly frantic voice can be heard indistinctly.

Tang Chao: Since Captain hasn’t been around, there were changes to the duty roster... Please save me. That was so awkward. Oh no, I don’t want to run laps...

I stare at Gavin quietly. His expression has returned to normal, as though nothing happened.

Gavin: It’s okay, let’s continue.

Gavin listens to the surroundings calmly. After a moment, he pulls me out of the utility room.

Suddenly, a set of uniform footsteps can be heard from behind us.

STF Agent: ...

Even before we can turn, the regular footsteps turn into small, scattered steps, akin to busy bees fleeing in disarray. The surroundings slowly return to silence.

MC: Have we been completely exposed...?

With a soft cough, a reddish hue climbs up the tips of Gavin’s ears.

Gavin: It doesn’t count if we aren’t caught. 

Eli (through the speakers): Hey hey hey.

Eli’s voice suddenly drifts from the STF’s broadcast speakers. Gavin carefully pulls me over to hide in a shadowy corner of the corridor.

Eli (through the speakers): ...due to some indescribable reasons, all the surveillance cameras in the STF will take a break for 15 minutes. If a certain colleague wishes to go somewhere or do something, please do so quickly.

Gavin: ...

MC: Pfft.

Seeing Gavin’s slightly speechless expression, I can’t help but laugh aloud.

This person is protected by many people who are unafraid of anything, isn’t he?

After this, we occasionally bump into familiar faces. However, they seem to have made a prior arrangement, and choose to ignore us.

Gavin seems to hesitate on whether he should make an explanation, but it eventually turns into one sigh after another.

In the end, we “very successfully” step into the room with the “Eye in the Sky” system.

Using the system, Gavin retrieves footage from the football match, and MC is able to identify the wheelchair-bound man, Du Wen

Gavin then searches up information on him as well as his approximate whereabouts

The both of them find him in a small alley

He admits that he’s the founder of the Fulcrum Charity Organisation, and has been assisting Gray Rhino in whatever he can

He claims that he means them no harm. To prove this, he allows MC to read his memories

Although they find the circumstances too convenient and deliberate, MC reads his memories because why not

She notices that certain memories have been stored in a misty bubble, just like the “firewall” she installed for Gavin earlier

Still, she searches for memories from the New Years Change Incident

She "sweeps” these memories into her own mind, and confirms that he’s indeed a victim of the incident

Gavin asks how he should contact Du Wen in the future, and the latter says he’d appear during a safe time

Once they leave, MC tells Gavin that they can use the Golden Apple 2 to display the memories she saw

Gavin says that Du Wen’s words aren’t trustworthy, but at least they have some leads that could further guide them to the truth

The next afternoon, MC learns from Kiki that the exhibition hall will be re-opening the next day. So she contacts Gavin and plan to sneak into it that same night

When she arrives, there’s someone else with Gavin - an elderly man with a missing left arm

She finds him familiar

[ Notable Scene: MC meets Captain Yan ]

Gavin: MC, this is the old policeman, Captain Yan. Today, he’s mainly here to cover for us. Captain Yan, this is...

Captain Yan: No need for introductions. You’ve mentioned her many times.

Before I can express my shock, Captain Yan sends me a warm gaze.

Captain Yan: MC, we met once at the hospital. I always hear your name from this young lad, so I’m pretty familiar with you.

Captain Yan smiles teasingly, then gives Gavin a meaningful look.

Captain Yan: If he ever bullies you, remember to tell me. As his senior, I’ll give him a proper scolding.

MC: O-okay! Thanks, Uncle Yan.

Gavin: Cough. We’ll leave the pleasantries for next time. We should go now.

With this, Gavin speeds up and walks forward, a faint red hue climbing up the tips of his ears.

Seeing Captain Yan’s grin, I hurriedly lower my head and follow after him.

MC: Gavin, wait for me!

With Captain Yan keeping watch, MC and Gavin use the Golden Apple 2

In the simulated memories of the New Years Change Incident, Gavin notices post-injection bruises on Du Wen’s hand

Du Wen and those around him don’t seem to know what’s going on, but they’re frightened due to the sounds of gunshots and explosions outside

A handful of Evolvers revolt, but are shot to death by officers dressed in NW uniforms

Du Wen flees, and the both of them follow after him

In the end, they watch as a beam crushes the lower part of Du Wen’s body

At the same time, a drone in the simulation appears to take aim at MC

[ Notable Scene: Gavin’s Protection ]

Gavin: MC!

An urgent exclamation drifts to my ears. Turning to the voice, I see Gavin lunging towards me involuntarily.

Those amber eyes grow large in front of me. In the next second, I’m enveloped in Gavin’s arms.

My cheek is pressed tightly to his chest, and powerful heartbeats echo at my ear.

His heart is beating very quickly - so quickly that my heart subconsciously matches its frequency.

“Thump thump. Thump thump. Thump thump.”

It’s as though these powerful heartbeats are the only things left in the entire world.

In every difficult or dangerous situation, I’m always able to hear this sound.

It’s as though they have melded into my bloodstream, becoming a kind of instinct.

Gavin: It’s fine, there's no need to leave the system.

Gavin’s hand is by his ear. After stating his judgement calmly, he looks at me.

Gavin: Are you okay?

MC: Gavin, this is fake.

Gavin: Mm. But my body seems to have reacted a little faster than my brain.

His amber eyes reflect the blood-coloured sky, filled with worry and fret that he hasn’t had the time to shed off.

Gavin: Whether it’s real or an illusion, I don’t want you to get hurt in front of me.

MC: But they would simply pass through my body.

Gavin: Not even if they pass through.

He speaks unyieldingly.

MC: Okay, whatever you say.

Gavin: Let’s get out of here.

They continue looking at the chaos and hear the sounds of crying and screaming

Gavin appears composed, but the fingertips holding onto MC are quivering, as though he's barely suppressing his anger at the injustice before him

The scene shifts, and what appears before them is a NW laboratory

Du Wen has thick tubes stuck all over him, and he’s submerged in a gigantic apparatus

MC traces that the memory is from 2 months prior to the New Years Change Incident

A senior official from NW walks in, and he seems to be in charge of a secret experiment

[ Notable Scene: Gavin and MC’s Future Father-in-law]

His eyes are steadfast and icy, as though nothing can sway him.

And nothing can destroy or obstruct him.

Gavin stands rooted to the spot. He watches as the man draws closer and closer to himself-

And walks straight through him.

Gavin has already matured into someone whose height is on par with his. They have incredibly similar features, and they even share an identical straight and powerful gait.

However, Gavin doesn’t turn around. His entire body remains stiff until the world gradually gathers into a patch of darkness.

He doesn’t move. The faint white light causes him to look pale.

Slowly, he lowers his head, covering his eyes.

I stand behind him, not saying a word.

That senior official is Gavin’s father.

Once they’re out of the Golden Apple 2, Captain Yan notices how solemn Gavin looks

Gavin takes Captain Yan and MC to a simple apartment to talk

Gavin fills Captain Yan in on what they saw

Captain Yan and Gavin start discussing what happened, and MC heads over to the window to look at the view despite the best view being Gavin

Gavin brings up the laboratory, and Captain Yan asks if he saw “that person”. Gavin grits his teeth and says, “I saw him.”

[ Notable Scene: The End of Chapter 19 ]

Gavin: MC, I’ll send you home.

By the time Gavin comes up from behind me, Captain Yan has already left.

I notice Gavin’s tense lower jaw. He seems to be doing his best to appear natural in front of me.

To appear as though he doesn’t care.

Seeing this person before me, I feel my heart being clenched tight.

MC: Gavin, I want to go somewhere before heading home. Could you accompany me?

-

When we leap over the walls of Loveland High, confusion flashes across his eyes.

The gentle evening breeze brushes his fringe, and his figure is immersed in patches of moonlight.

It’s been a very long time since I last returned to this place. But images from this place always surface in my mind.

The field, the stairs, the roof, the gymnasium late at night, and the infirmary.

During that period of time I had re-lived, I wanted nothing more than for time to move a little faster.

So that I’d be able to reach that day when I could walk over to him a little sooner.

However, this year, I’m reluctant to let time pass by as quickly. 

During the time in which the wind blew by, that young man filled all my memories related to youth.

That’s how reluctant I am.

That’s why I’ve been walking slowly on purpose. Even so, in just the blink of an eye, he disappeared in the breeze of youth.

Pulling on Gavin’s hand, we walk along the field, and walk into the depths of the forest behind the school.

MC: Gavin, I think you’re angry.

I turn my head to the side to look at him. Gavin simply furrows his brows slightly, and it’s clear that he feels a little uneasy.

MC: You don’t need to pretend that nothing’s bothering you in front of me. Anger isn’t something you should feel ashamed of.

Gavin: I...

He opens his mouth, but something sews it up again.

A fierce wind suddenly rises, causing countless fallen leaves to swirl in the air.

They are reminiscent of incessant, agonised screams.

Gavin: I... just can’t understand. There are clearly many other methods. There are many other choices.

His words are blended into the wind, suppressed and pained.

I don’t turn my head to look at his expression. I simply stand beside him quietly, our fingers interlaced together, standing in the middle of the fierce gale.

With the flow of time, the fierce gale becomes calmer. In the end, it morphs into a gentle breeze, brushing our fringes.

Gavin: MC, thank you.

I shake my head, turning my head towards him.

MC: Gavin, do you know something? The reason why I brought you back here was to tell you that I hope your beautiful memories won't simply be confined to high school. Beautiful things should continue, and never end.

While saying this solemnly, my heart speeds up uncontrollably.

Gavin’s pupils quiver slightly, and he squeezes my hands tightly.

Gavin: Thank you.

Very softly, he repeats these words.

MC: Let’s walk around a little more before heading home.

I chuckle happily, my footsteps becoming incomparably lighter.

All of a sudden, my palm feels empty -

It’s as though Gavin released my hand.

Feeling puzzled, I turn around to find that Gavin had simply shifted his hand behind his back.

MC: What’s wrong?

Gavin: ...nothing.

When the girl’s confusion is dispelled and she continues walking forward, Gavin lowers his head to look at his vanished right arm, his expression composed.

As compared to his right hand disappearing the last time, the scope seems to have grown larger this time.

Gavin follows behind the girl calmly, contemplating quietly.

His time might be shorter than he imagined.

Gavin chuckles softly, the corners of his lips hooking upwards slowly.

Gavin: MC.

I pause in my footsteps and turn around, realising that we’re several footsteps apart.

MC: Gavin, what’s wrong?

Gavin: I just received news from Captain Yan. I might have to leave for a while.

MC: So suddenly?

Gavin: Sorry. After sending you home, I’ll set out.

He looks at me apologetically, as though suppressing something once again.

-

After returning home, I quickly remove my shoes and rush to the window to search for that figure.

Guessing that I’d do this, Gavin doesn’t leave immediately. He stands downstairs, waiting for me.

A gust of wind burrows in through the window, as though carrying with it slight reluctance as it makes gentle twirls around me again and again.

I lean my palm against the glass, wanting to say another farewell to him.

MC: Gavin, you must return safely.

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[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers DARK FATE ー Kou Maniac [04]

ー The scene starts at Church

Kou: Nnー...

Yui: Kou-kun, what’s wrong?

Kou: I feel a little under the weather. ...My muscles are sore and I have no energy either...

Yui: Eh!? Look this way for a sec, I’ll take your temperature. 

...Just as I thought, your forehead is burning. 

Kou: Darn, no wonder...

Yui: Anyway, just lie down for a bit, okay?

Kou: Nn...

*Rustle*

Yui: Is that a little better? 

Kou: Yeah...A bit.

Yui: Let’s start by cooling your head off...Also, is there anything you want me to get for you? 

Kou: Nnー ...Not really. It’s not like human’s cold medicine would work on me.

Yui: ( Right...That’s troubling. )

Kou: Just be by my side. 

Yui: No way...Is there really nothing? Like leaves which can cure a Vampire’s fever, or some kind of spell? 

Kou: Pfft. What are you saying? 

Yui: T-This is no laughing matter! You have to quickly get better. 

Kou: Then just do whatever you think will help me recover.

Yui: Me...?

Kou: I think that will be the most effective. 

Yui: ( Easier said than done...Ah! Right. )

Kou-kun, just wait a bit, okay? 

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: Kou-kun...? Did you fall asleep? 

Kou: Nn...I’m awake. What’s wrong? 

Yui: I made you something to eat. I figured a warm meal might give you some energy. 

Kou: Is this...rice porridge? (1)

Yui: Yes, exactly. Do you think you can eat?

Kou: I’ll eat anything you made. ...I actually seem like a sick person right now though. 

Yui: Not ‘seem like’. Right now you are ill.

Kou: Guess so. But this might not be bad every once in a while. Just look how hard you’re trying for my sake. 

Yui: God, don’t joke around.

( However, I’m glad he’s still able to joke around. ...I’m sure he’ll be fine as long as he rests for a bit. )

*Cling*

Yui: Here. Careful, it’s hot.

Kou: Ehー You’re not going to feed me?

Yui: U-Um...In that case. 

Kou: Say ‘aaahn’ and feed me? 

Yui: ( Wah...He’s giving me the puppy eyes look (2) ...I can’t avert my gaze. )

Kou: Come on, you don’t mind, do you? Please.

*Cling*

Yui: O-One sec. Phewー Phewー ...

Kou: Hurry upー My jaw’s tiredー

Yui: R-Ready...Here you go. 

Kou: Nn...Nn...

Yui: How is it...?

Kou: ...Nn, delicious. 

Yui: I’m glad!

Kou: ...To be honest, I didn’t have much appetite, but after just one bite, I’m starving...

Yui: H-Hold up, okay? Phewー Phewー ...

Kou: These slow, baby bites aren’t cutting it at all. 

Yui: But the porridge is hot so you’ll burn yourself if I don’t cool it down first.

Kou: Ehー But I’m hungryー!

Yui: ( Fufu. Kou-kun’s like a little child... )

Kou: Why are you laughing? 

Yui: Eh? Oh no. It’s nothing. 

Kou: You compared me to a child inside your head just now, didn’t you?

Selection

→ A little. (S)

Yui: It crossed my mind...

Kou: I knew it. Hmm. 

Yui: ( I-I guess I shouldn’t have... )

Kou: Then perhaps I should switch it up next time and ask you in a thoroughly ‘adult’ way...?

→ I didn’t. (M)

Yui: I-I didn’t. 

Kou: No point in trying to lie to me. I can read you like a book. 

Yui: Um...

Kou: How cruel. I’m hurt. 

Yui: I-I’m sorry. I just thought you’d rather not hear me say it out loud. 

Kou: It’s fine though? All I have to do is punish this naughty little liar after all.

Yui: Eh...?

ー He pins her down

*Thud*

Yui: Kyah! K-Kou-kun!

Kou: Why are you so flustered? I’m sure you could have figured this would happen from the moment you brought up the topic of ‘food’, no?

Yui: I-I was just trying to serve you a delicious meal, that’s all...

Kou: Oh come on...You know very well what I like to eat the most.

Yui: ( Uu...Now that he mentions it, that makes a lot of sense, but that honestly didn’t even cross my mind. )

Kou: That being said, time to dig in~ ...Hah, nn...

ー He bites Yui

Yui: Ah...!

Kou: Nn, nnh...Haah. The porridge was good too, but this is a delight for my taste buds as well...

Yui: H-Hold up...!

Kou: Nope~ I’m so hungry, I can’t wait another second...Nn...

Yui: ...!

( Gosh...In the end, this always happens...!! )

( ...However, I hope this helps him make a swift recovery. )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) おかゆ or ‘okayu’ is a typical Japanese rice porridge made when people are sick. It’s very mild in flavor and easy to digest.

(2) Literally she says that he’s giving her a strong gaze with upturned eyes but that sounded a little long-winded in English, so I went with ‘puppy eyes’ instead. 

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Waited So Long

Summary: As an actress in her mid 20′s you had been lucky enough to get the roles you pushed yourself for, but one role in particular needs a scene you have no experience with; a sex scene, and you co-star is surprised to discover you are still a virgin even though you are in your mid 20′s. But he’s willing to help with whatever you need.

Trope: Friends to Lovers, Co-stars to Lovers Pairing: Henry Cavill x Female Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, loss of virginity, oral sex, fingering, vaginal sex, protection/condoms. 

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Waited So Long 

Henry sat at the large table, grinning and laughing as the rest of the cast had finished reading through the latest episode’s script. Everyone was in a good mood and that was down to the fact that tomorrow’s shooting schedule required just you and Henry, meaning that everyone else got a three day weekend. But… but you were just staring at the script. You knew it had been coming, but to see the words in front of you, the stage descriptions, it was overwhelming. 

 The Netflix special was ten episodes of a sci-fi series, and you played an alien warrior. Henry was the plucky human astronaut  that had been aboard the International Space Station when it had been sucked into a black hole and had ended up on the far side of the universe. Eight episodes into the filming schedule and the pivotal sex scene was about to be included, and that’s what was clouding every thought in your mind. 

 You were far from naive, you had no issue with your costume or even the nudity - you were after all painted purple with patches of ‘scales’ in strategic parts - but it was the fact you had a small secret that was making you so nervous; you hadn’t ever actually had sex. 

 You were already mid 20’s, you’d been through university and stage school, worked on broadway and the London west end, you’d modelled for artists and had always put your career first. Relationships had just fizzled away after the first couple of dates because of your acting schedule… and that is how you found yourself not only a virgin in her mid 20’s, but one that had never even laid in bed with a partner, been close, felt the weight of a lover on top of them… anything at all.

 The producers called it a wrap for the read through, and the sounds of chairs scraping on the floor filled the room. As people shot their empty plastic bottles into the trash you felt your stomach lurch, quickly leaving the room, finding the disabled bathroom and running to the toilet, the contents of your stomach very quickly coming back up. 

 Finally empty, you sat on the floor and rested your head against the wall, your mind spinning. A quiet knock at the door made you open one eye, watching as the unlocked door swung open and a familiar face peered round;

 “Are you ok?” Henry asked, his bulk almost filling the entire doorway; “You’re not coming down with something?”

 You shook your head;

 “No, just umm… nerves… haha…” you laughed rather awkwardly.

 Stepping into the room, he sat against the opposite wall, leaning forwards to hand you his half finished bottle of water;

 “... about tomorrow?”

 Taking a sip of water you nodded;

 “Bit pathetic really, isn’t it?”

 “Not at all. Is this your first onscreen love scene?”

 “Yeah”

 He sat forwards, resting his hands on his knees as he thought pensively for a moment;

 “Are you going out with the crew tonight?”

 “No. Can’t really face it”

 “How about I drive us back to the house and order some chinese and talk things through? This isn’t my first love scene but I remember the nerves. We’ll get everything out in the open so the air is clear ready for tomorrow, yeah?”

 Nodding, you watched as he stood, holding out his hand for you and helping you to your feet.

 -

 The drive back to the shared house that most of the main cast members were staying at was fun, Henry having linked his Spotify to the stereo, firing up a playlist of old school pop with an eclectic mix of metal. By the time he rolled into the large driveway that the rental house had, you were both yelling out the words, laughing and grinning. 

 Once inside you excused yourselves to go shower, twenty minutes later finding Henry in the kitchen. His hair was wet and he wore a t-shirt and pair of sweatpants as he looked over the chinese menu;

 “What do you fancy?” he asked and you tried not to blurt out what you were thinking, because even though you may be a virgin, your thoughts were far from pure. 

 Looking over the list he had already scribbled down, you pointed to a couple of dishes, watching as he added them to the list before dialling for delivery. 

 -

 Pushing your plate away you stretched out and groaned. Still shovelling egg fried rice into his mouth, Henry pointed his fork at your plate;

 “Roo dun?” he asked, his cheeks full like a hamster.

 “Help yourself!”

 He eagerly dumped the rest of your lemon chicken on top of his rice, jabbing at the pieces;

 “Hey, about tomorrow… you really don’t need to worry. It’s just going to be you and me, and three other people”

 Taking a sip of your beer you quietly snorted;

 “That’s still three more people that would ‘usually’ be there… and four more than i’ve ever experienced”

 He paused, setting his fork down and you could see his mind working through what you said;

 “So uhh, it's been a while…?”

 “To be honest, it's been never”

 It was like something short circuited in his brain;

 “Never never? Like, never?”

 Putting your beer down, you fiddled with the label;

 “I’m a virgin. I’ve never had sex. I’ve never even slept with anyone”

 There was an awkward silence, the air tense before Henry finally spoke;

 “Is it a religious thing?”

 You shook your head;

 “No. I just have been so wrapped up in studying or working or being on stage… I would get two dates into a relationship and some big opportunity would come up. I would get blinkered and end up ghosting guys without even realising. Ambition got in the way of a love life…”

 Henry took a deep breath;

 “Ok. So you know i’ll be covered up… down there i mean… and so will you… so there won’t be any slips or anything. I won’t be inside you or anything…”

 Cocking an eyebrow you scoffed;

 “Henry… I know you won’t be inside me. We studied sex scenes at stage school. They gave us the practical run down of what happens. It's lots of rubbing and grunting. I just need to go watch some porn again to figure out what to grunt…” you took a sip of your beer; “... and you probably wouldn’t fit inside me anyway… it’s not like anything has ever breached that hole”

 Henry sat with a wide eyed look on his face, his jaw hanging slack;

 “So you… you’ve never even pleasured yourself?”

 “Of course i have!” you threw a prawn cracker at him; “I’ve just never…. You know… had internal stimulation…”

 “Wow” he muttered quietly, shifting in his seat; “So…” he started again but then stopped, his brain seemingly unable to string a coherent sentence together. 

 Finally he cleared his throat;

 “So there’s never been any on set stuff?”

 “Nope. Usually I run through my lines for the next day, check the schedule, the set and makeup call times. I guess the one bonus about all of this is that there aren’t any lines for tomorrow”

 You both knew that the scene had been set up without dialogue, mostly from Netflix’s instruction because any erotic scenes can cause havoc with sensors in some countries when it comes to subtitles. 

 “What did you want to do now? Do you want an early night? Watch a movie? Talk? You want me to lay on top of you?” he asked, picking his now cold plate of food up and dumping the leftovers in the waste disposal.

 “Yes” you replied far too quickly.

 “Which part?”

 “All of it”

 -

 With the TV in the main living area out of action thanks to a rather rambunctious game of ping pong a few weeks ago, the pair of you had moved to Henry’s room. An hour into the movie and it was far from your thoughts, instead you were in the bizarre situation where Henry was literally laying on top of you as you had a conversation. The feeling of his weight pressing against you was at first a surprise, he was thick with muscles for the role, and with probably 200lbs of human pressing you against the mattress you had found you would have to shift now and again. Finally you found a position that was comfortable, and as you chatted about life you found your legs had naturally parted to allow him to lay between them, his stomach pressing to yours, his face inches from your own;

 “This is literally how we’ll be spending our day tomorrow you realise” he quietly pointed out

 “But there will be grunting too… plus some thrusting… it’ll probably get your ass in the gossip magazines as best ass in hollywood again” you teased him, knowing that the nudity he’d done in previous shows and movies had earned him a lot of attention thanks to his rather peachy behind.

 Henry pushed up a little, poking a finger to your breasts;

 “Oh yeah? Well these will earn you a whole legion of fans, you have an awesome pair of tits”

 “Pfft, they’re just average”

 “They’re good enough to give me a semi” he countered with a crooked grin on his face, using his finger to just tug at your neckline, exposing a tiny bit more skin.

 You shifted beneath him without even realising you were doing so and that’s when you felt it, a growing hardness pressing against your abdomen. Your eyes went wide as you stared up at him, the mix of emotions showing on his face;

 “I’ll get off…”

“No!” you instinctively wrapped your legs around his, leaning your head up and pressed a kiss to his lips. He let out a grunt of surprise and you felt him tense, before he softened, his lips following yours as you pulled rested your head back on the duvet beneath you.

 His lips were soft and plump, and as he rocked his hips against you again this time you felt he was getting harder. Instinctively you gasped, and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. You may not have had sex before but you had kissed, and your tongue danced with his as hands started to explore each others bodies, fingers seeking out skin as t-shirts were tugged up to expose heated skin. 

 Pulling your shirt over your head he admired your naked chest, the pattern on your top having hidden the fact you were without a bra;

 “Oh yeah, even purple these’ll be popular”

 With a smirk on his lips and a wicked grin on his face he lowered his mouth to your naked torso, taking one peaked nipple between his lips to suck on it, his hand cupping your other breast. As he worked his magic your body responded, the wetness between your thighs soaking through your clothing, the subtle movements of your bodies rubbing together making your arousal almost uncontrollable. Winding your hands into his dark locks, the soft hair curled around your fingers as he looked at you, pressing a trail of kisses down your sternum until he reached your leggings;

 “Can i continue?” he asked quietly, watching as you nodded your head;

 “Yes… please…”

 As he pulled your leggings off he pressed kisses to the heated skin that he revealed, never breaking eye contact;

 “So here’s what i’m going to do… first i’m going to get you to cum with my tongue, i’ll slip it just a little inside you so you can get used to the feeling, then i’ll gently tease you with my fingers; find that g-spot of yours as i’ve been assured a g-spot orgasm is completely different from a clitoral orgasm…

 “Fuck…”

 “Yes, that’s the third thing…” he grinned at you; “Once you’re nice and ready, and really really wet i’m going to make love to you… so you can practice your moans for tomorrow…”

 He shed you of the rest of your clothing before softly grasping your legs and pulling them apart, revealing your virgin core. Tender fingers parted your petals before his tongue swiped a wide stripe through them, and the sound that emerged from your throat startled even you.

 “You like that?”

 “Yes… oh my god, please do that again!”

 “With pleasure!”

 “The pleasure is all mine…”

 “Henry?”

 “Yes?”

 “Please shut up and get on with it” you grinned at him, before he dipped his face back between your legs and went to town. His tongue was seemingly everywhere, grunts and moans as he worked you open, and when he slipped his tongue into the ring of muscle at your entrance your eyes shot open and you giggle-moaned at the unfamiliar but not unpleasant experience. When a finger found your clit you relaxed again, laying back and enjoying the pleasure he was selflessly giving you. 

 Gripping at the bedcovers you found your hips started to move on their own, only for Henry to press a strong arm across your stomach to hold you in place, pushing you closer and closer to your orgasm. When it finally did hit your body reacted instinctively; your legs wrapping themselves around his head, your back arching and your fingers almost tearing through the fabric of the sheets, before you finally went limp. As your mind was nothing but stars a muffled voice came through the haze of your post orgasmic bliss;

 “If i could get some oxygen…”

 Not realising your legs were still firmly wrapped around Henry’s head, you quickly released him, his head popping up from beneath your thighs. His cheeks were flushed red and his chin was wet, and it took you a moment to realise you were the cause for the wetness. He wiped his chin with the back of his hand before standing and grabbing a bottle of water to pass to you;

 “You’re gonna need to rehydrate after that…”

 You went to take the bottle from him but the bulging tent in his sweatpants distracted you, your hand pausing mid air before Henry laughed;

 “Drink first, then you can play with it”

 “Oh… I… “

 “Drink”

 Taking the bottle you sipped at the tepid liquid as he lay on the bed beside you. When you’d finished he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to his firm chest before kissing you softly;

 “Are you ready for round two?”

 “Can i touch you too?”

 A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth before he nodded, watching as you eased the elastic of his sweats down and his heavy cock sprang free. Your jaw fell as you took in his size, but before you could overthink it he pressed a kiss to your lips as his hands wandered between your thighs. 

 Reaching out you wrapped your fingers around him as his own slid between your folds, dancing over your clit before he pressed a single digit inside you, your eyes going wide and your hand squeezing him involuntarily. 

 “Does that feel good?”

 You nodded;

 “Yes, a little strange that i’m not in control, but i think that’s what makes it even more exciting”

 “That’s good… now, how about another finger?”

 Nodding again you bit your lip as he slid a second finger in alongside the first, your eager hole stretching around his digits. Instinctively you had started to move your hand up and down his shaft, doing little more than gentle movements, but soon the pair of you got into a rhythm, working together to leave your breaths in time with the others.

 “Doing so well for me… so wet. Shall we try a third?”

 Nodding you let out a quiet ‘uh-huh’ as he repositioned his hand, carefully sliding three fingers into your soaked velvet channel, and the noise that came from your throat was base and full of sin. When his thumb started to rub against your clit while he continued to work three fingers inside you the spring in your belly snapped and you were coming hard, shaking around his hand.

 As you came down from your high Henry carefully withdrew his fingers, salaciously licking them clean before he got off the bed and went to the drawer in the little cabinet, pulling out a condom.

 “Oh… i’m on the pill…” you blurted out; “You don’t have to… In fact i’d really like to feel you, you know… bare…”

 Tearing the packet open he grinned at you;

 “I get that… but you’re gonna be in makeup in less than 12 hours” he knelt on the bed as he started to roll the latex down his angry dick.

 “Umm yeah?”

 “Well its something you’d only know from experience, but it can take up to 24 hours for a guys cum to fully leak out of you”

 “Oh…”

 “And your costume and makeup gets pretty intimate, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah…”

 “So you want Iris in makeup to be able to smell my cum dripping out of you when she’s painting your snatch purple tomorrow?” he said with a grin on his face, rolling the condom down fully before positioning himself between your legs

 “I gotta be honest, the idea that someone realises i’ve had sex is kinda kinky” you craned your neck up to kiss him as you felt his dick notch at the entrance to your cunt; “But you’re the expert here”

 “That i am… Let me show you just how much of an expert…”

 With a smooth roll of his hips he pushed into you and the feeling was indescribable, in fact it was so overwhelming you screwed your eyes shut, willing the tears not to fall, but Henry simply held still, kissing each one of your tears as they fell down your cheeks until you were ready.

 “Breathe babe… just breathe… it’s overwhelming i know… i understand…”

 Opening your eyes you gazed up at him, smiling as he leaned down and kissed you softly.

 “Are you ok?”

 “Y-yeah…”

 “You want me to keep going?”

 “Please… oh god please”

 “Gonna make you feel so good”

 He carefully pulled his hips back before pushing into you again, seemingly getting deeper before pulling out again. Soon you were lost in the moment, feelings both physical and emotionally almost overwhelming you again as your body was taken to new heights of pleasure, Henry seemingly knowing exactly how to make the moment special for you.

 Your body reacted in the best way, the tight spring inside you curling ever tighter, until with just the right roll of his hips he tipped you over the edge and you were coming hard, your body squeezing him so tight he knew he’d found heaven whilst you saw stars. 

 Whilst you were in the haze of your orgasm you heard the most beautiful moans, and felt as Henry came deep within you. As soon as he stopped shaking he wrapped his arms around you tightly, pressing his face to your neck as he cradled the back of your head with his massive hand, pressing soft kisses to your heated skin as you both basked in the aftershocks of your intense orgasms.

 Finally Henry pushed himself up to bear his weight on one arm, sliding his other hand between your bodies to hold the condom in place as he carefully pulled out of you;

 “I’m just gonna get rid of this… stay here”

 You watched his peachy ass as he quickly mad his way to the bathroom, hearing water running before he reappeared moments later with a damp washcloth. Sitting delicately beside you he carefully cleaned you up, and when he was finished he pulled the duvet over your naked body as he quickly got rid of the cloth and joined you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you to his chest;

 “Are you ok?”

 “I think so… Did i make a mess of your bed?”

 “No. No blood”

 “Really? I thought…”

 “If you’re relaxed enough you may not bleed… or you may have simply ruptured your hymen just through every day life. A fall, tampons, strenuous exercise… didn’t you do a horseriding movie a couple of years back?”

 “Y-yeah…” you cast your mind back; “Now you mention it, there was one really long day when i’d spent all day shooting a galloping scene with jumps… i just thought my period was coming early, and i had this really dull ache in my lower back… i guess that makes sense now…”

 “So… you’re good? Feel ok about filming tomorrow?”

 You nodded;

 “Yeah, i’m good. Thank you” You looked up at him and saw he was chewing his lip nervously; “What?”

 “I was wondering… you know… after we’ve finished filming tomorrow… did you want to go to dinner with me?”

 “Like a date?”

 “Yeah… hey i understand if you say no… that you want to concentrate on your role and acting…”

 “No! I mean yes!” you took a deep breath; “I’d love to go to dinner with you”

 He pressed a kiss to your cheek before you settled on his chest, his strong heartbeat beating beneath your ear as you let your eyelids drop and you fell asleep in his arms.

 -

 Iris tutted as you fidgeted;

 “Will you stand still? I need to get these scales on!”

 “Sorry Iris… just a little sore…”

 The older woman looked up at you as she held the patch of purple scales prosthetic and grinned;

 “Well its about time” she nodded to the various bottles and jars that were on the counter; “Make sure you take the coconut oil when you leave tonight, it’ll help get the adhesive off without pulling on any bruises”

 You looked down at Iris and smiled;

 “Thanks Iris”

 “Was it worth it?”

 “So worth it”

[aquamoonchaii]

⍣ genre: fluff

⍣ warnings: heavy cheesiness

⍣ pairing: minho x reader

⍣ word count: 2.3k

⍣ collab: This is for the collab Summer Love - Stray Kids from lovie @bangchan-fairy

⍣ charlie’s notes: hope you guys love the cheesy cheese! this lovely banner was made by the precious @halliney!

⍣ summary: minho is scared of heights. maybe he is a chicken. but he meets another cute chicken that holds his hand.

Summer love is usually about sweet flings that end when school or work starts again. It starts in unexpected places with a smile and an ice cream, or with the adrenaline of meeting new places. Or at least that’s what happened to him.

Luckily, it didn’t go that way for both of you. It didn’t end!

Because it’s your third summer together and he can’t be happier. Even his feline babies love you so much, he has to bite his lips to not scream every single time Dori purrs approaching you and you coo at the kitten so cutely he just- Ugh. It’s no joke he is already searching for the perfect ring so he can propose.

There’s no way in hell he would find another soul like yours that blends so well with his, your sweet self is enough to calm him and make him feel at home, wherever he is. If you could open his heart and his brain, he would be so embarrassed because you would know he would do everything. Anything for you. You just need to say it and he is already thinking how to make it real.

But it’s ok, you won’t. Unless you are a secret cannibal and you kill him to eat his heart.

He chuckles out loud at the thought because he wouldn’t deny you his heart, you already have it anyway so he wouldn’t be upset if you eat it. You would just have to promise you won’t date another boy.

Minho just gets these thoughts as he wakes up from the nap he had holding your hand and here you are, like 10 centimeters away from him holding his hand even when you are not that clingy. The fact you are indeed a girl who isn’t into touch but you let him hug you and cuddle anytime makes him feel so good. So special. His free hand brushes your hair off your beautiful face, he can’t help but feel cheesy this moment so he caresses your cheek lovingly and kisses your forehead.

You stir a bit, but as the heavy sleeper you are, you put a leg on both of his -so he doesn’t escape and eat the last chips you mutter groggily- so he slaps your leg lightly and a small smile is on your face until you surrender again to sleep. Minho suddenly rolls his eyes. Are there people who know these intimate details about you besides him? Like you always put a leg on his body and you can’t open your eyes that easily, is there any chance there would be another guy after him who would know this? He pouts because it's frustrating to feel this way, so freaking protective. About your things, about your habits, about you. You.

Always you.

He feels the softest when you are like this, peacefully sleeping beside him in his oversized shirt and pajama pants that make you look like a homeless man. A homeless man that is going to steal his favorite hoodie, you would say. On these sunny and hot days, he has little bit of time to engulf in his feelings and think how lucky he got. Something he would never in a million years would voice out because Ew, the cringe. Especially when it’s summer. Because he gets small flashbacks about how he met you.

Hiking.

Hiking

Hiking!

What a better way to enjoy this beautiful summer than eating frozen fruits and walking through beautiful places? He originally planned to go to the mountain he enjoys the most, Jirisan but of course it would be too crowded.

So now he is here on a hiking tour. He didn't read the whole tour completely because he didn't want to miss this day and because Changbin wanted to come. And he doesn't like company when hiking or Changbin. Just kidding, he likes him but not when he whines which he would totally do in a long walk.

"Uh, sir? Are you not coming? I'm sorry but you are the last one to pass the bridge and the tour is being delayed right now." Minho bows apologetically and excuses himself saying that he would pay the extra fee to wait for the next group tour because he doesn't feel well. Of course the tour lady noticed him getting paler than a piece of paper when he was told to try sky-biking because it was included in the tour or he could pass that thin bridge that passes through both mountains. There was no other way to reach the beautiful sunset he was looking out for. But it was too high.

It looks dangerous and the vertigo hit right at his face as he is literally frozen right now, ugh.

It's ridiculous he is not going to see the sunset.

But he just can't move right now so he keeps a stern face to save himself the embarrassment and makes everyone laugh -group partners were getting really annoyed but well, Minho is funny- saying that he needed to pee because he was too excited. The female nods and makes a few calls, everyone starts taking pictures and distracting themselves as Minho looks at his phone just to notice his battery is going to die, it doesn't matter as he has a incredible high quality camera who is going to be very disappointed if he doesn't get those damn pictures of the sunset.

"Lee MinHo, right?" He nods and the female explains how this would work. So, this tour needs to keep going and as he is clearly pretty interested in hugging the tree that is right there to hold him, he should wait for the other group tour. It would cost him a lot because the next group tour has the option to stay the night to wait for the beautiful dawn. He agreed still because he wanted them pictures, it didn’t matter if he had to sneak in someone’s tent. “Your client’s code is 1441, please let it know to the next tour guide so he would include you in the other package.”

He buys an extra bottle of iced tea for everyone as he apologizes once more before he says goodbye and apologizes again to the rest of the group tour. Minho takes beautiful pictures as he walks near the damn bridge he doesn't want to cross but he needs to, he has around two hours to enjoy and to prepare himself.

You have to do it MinHo.

You have to.

"Are you sure you are going to hike that mountain? Like really sure?" He remembers Changbin questioning him and MinHo gasped. That asshat knew about the thin bridge.

Whatever, he is already here.

He is distracted with the beautiful little birds that let him take photos of them when he hears noise about a group coming. His moment to shine has come.

He just needs to look forward and not down because he would probably die. Ok, he 's ready. Really ready. Completely ready.

Oof.

"I'm not ready!" What- He is engulfed in his own thoughts of being terrified of heights, he didn't notice the girl that is making a funny scene about being nervous. MinHo approaches the group taking out his headphones and feels a bit better, he is not the only one having a mental breakdown because of the damn bridge. Everyone hypes her up to cross the bridge and cheers, she ties her hair up and gives a step forward and squeals.

"I'm sorry my friends! But I'll need a diaper."

"Uh, excuse me? Is this the second group of the tour to see the dawn?" He approaches the lady who had the little bright flag and after she nods kindly, he gives her his ticket saying his client code was 1441. "Oh yes! Come with us, please. This group usually goes slower so take your time to cross the bridge as you see, there's another client who is a bit nervous."

"I'm not nervous, I just wanted to take more pictures."He says and the lady nods and smiles, the tour guide seems close to the girl laughing anxiously that tries to cross the bridge because she whispers to her something about being a chicken. The girl, undeniable attractive just keeps laughing, voicing out she hopes to not die today. "Huh? Another person that is afraid to cross? Where?"

Damn. They are talking about him. The smile that was on his face dissipates and turns into a serious frown as he tries to appear concentrated to look at some flower. "Guys keep going, I will cross alone and safe! I promise!" MinHo hears the girl say to the group and hurried steps that come closer to him after that. "Hi? Are you the scaredy cat?"

"What?" He quickly turns around and scoffs, she is the scandalous one and she starts with this, pfft. "Are you talking about yourself? I don't remember being the one who squealed."

"Yeah right. Come on! Don't be shy, let's cross together because I'm scared too."

"I'm not scared!"

"Mr. 1441, please. We can be stubborn after crossing this bridge." You stick out your hand at him and he raises an eyebrow. "Are you going to give me a piggyback ride or what? Because Miss Chicken, I am not interested."

"What- Chicken? You are the chicken! Oh, is this a way to ask for my name? I'm Y/N."

"MinHo. But I wasn't asking."

"Me neither, MinHo." You laugh as he doesn't have an answer and you grab his hand. "Let's do this together, it's okay to scream and insult. I do that a lot so I don't mind."

" Wait, wait!" He says as he is dragged by Y/N, the girl who seems eager to cross but is as much as terrified as him or even more. "Why are you so eager if the lady said we can take it easily? You were screaming a second ago!"

"I know but the adrenaline is awesome and someone who understands the frightening feeling will make you feel secure, I promise two chickens make a good team."

"I'm not a chick-" His words die as he is at the start of the bridge, instinctively he holds your hand tightly. He takes a deep breath and looks at you, you smile at him. MinHo wants to run away but something in your secure hold of hand makes him believe.

"So you don't have friends to come with?"

"I do have friends! How can you come to that conclusion just by one look? You also look like a loner." He bickers and you immediately answer. "I am not a loner! The lady guide is my friend, she said this dawn is going to be probably the most beautiful of the year as the weather is awesome."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah! I hope you didn't bring too much stuff because it's hot up there, people don't even bring tents and prefer to talk with everyone and take naps looking at the stars and stuff like that, it's pretty safe too and the tour gives tents if you feel uncomfortable."

"Really?"

"Of course! Is this your first time hiking this mountain?" He nods and as the conversation dies for a moment he remembers he is actually on a freaking bridge that looked too thin to hold him safely so he looks down. He is stepping on plain land.

He crossed the bridge bickering with the woman he is still holding hands with.

Wow.

MinHo bickers a bit more to hold her hand a bit more as she gets distracted easily. Y/N. It is a pretty name.

He smiles.

"So are you going to ask me out or are you ready to let go of my hand?" There is a tiny possibility he would have choked on his idea tea at this statement.

"Wow, that was smooth and pretty direct." He lets go of her hand and she laughs. "I don't date chickens though."

"I don't date chickens either." He scoffed at her attitude, damn. Is there a divinity of summer he can thank for?

After a night of bickering and photos of the incredible dawn, you agreed to give him your number so he would send the pictures he took.

It would be the first of many hiking trips that would turn into summer dates.

You open your eyes finally and your hands search for your phone to see the hour. You slept two hours! Felix said he would call for you to come and eat brownies with MinHo.

"Shouldn't you search for me first?" Your boyfriend sat on the end of the bed eating the last bag of chips making you whine.

"MinHo! Spill my chips!"

"Give me your hand to spill it."

"Ew."

"Tell Felix you are a taken chicken. He is not going to seduce you with brownies, you are more spoiled than anyone could ever think."

"Listen chicken, sweet Australian man is going to invite us both brownies so shut up. Also go tattoo yourself the word taken on your forehead. Girls think my chip robber is single? Tsk." As always, your unexpected statements make him choke, this time on the chips and laughs at your rolling eyes. "Am I spoiled? When? Where?"

MinHo throws himself on you and tickles you until you are kicking him off you, showing him the white blanket as a surrender sign.

"Should we go on a hiking date?" You suddenly ask.

"Why?"

"Why not? Maybe I want to commit murder and take revenge because they were my favorite chips."

"Jirisan?"

"No, the one we met!"

"Huh? Really?" He takes his phone and casually books a tour already for this weekend. "Maybe I should propose to you so you won't kill me."

You both laugh.

But he isn't joking. He also messages the boutique, he would need the ring for this weekend.

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