#(though he's also just plain bad at flirting)

[ducklingpia]

✧˖°. 𝐌𝐲 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 & 𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛

✧˖°. The continuation from this post

✧ There are some thoughts that I would like to share regarding his character & some controversial topics about him in the main story

1. “MC sees him as a brother”

From what I have explained in his past timeline in previous post, MC clearly developed a crush on him growing up and she sometimes hints her own jealousy with him in some past memories. So up until the explosion I think MC does has feelings for him but didn’t wanna cross the line they have build and vice versa

After the explosion I think MC slowly started to accept the reality that he is gone. She went on to find the truth about herself. She made a new relationship & went on a mission with 4 other lis. Until she met him again in the current chapter. you can feel some tension in their interactions that clearly has a romance undertone in them. Another interesting thing here’s also when she met Zayne. He seems way more warm with her. He even flirted with her and asked her to go on a date with him next time they met. This really proves the development in her relationship with all of them. and with Caleb that she knew since day 1. The feeling is there.

I’m not gonna talk about the incest allegation because like, are we tired at this point? In Asian languages we use the same words to call our own family members to someone who’s close to us even though they’re not blood related. The fact that these people refused to learn about the Asian contexts when consuming Asian content is just plain ignorant.

2. His ‘yandere’ behavior in the main story

First thing first, as much as I want everyone to see the good side in him. We cannot deny that he’s written to fill out this trope. The developers clearly made him to be the character that is flawed and morally grey. There’s a market for this type of character and they knew that he would not be for everyone. So if you cannot vibe with his ‘Yandere’ tendencies at all no matter how much you tried then it’s completely ok. He’s not for you. it’s fine

I personally don’t really favor this kind of trope myself. but what makes Caleb work for me is- The reason behind it, how he developed all these tendencies in the story. It just make sense for me

Number 1 is his ‘over-protectiveness’ towards MC. I also felt the ick at first. But after experiencing his past I get it.

Imagine you being a child and the first memory you have is other people using you as an experimental subject. probably seen as a weapon of some sort alright? then, you probably never experience love and care from any adults ever. You also probably went through all the tortures and hell during the time in the lap. All of these make you lose your own identity and never develop the will to live as a normal human- and may I add, as a 9 years old child. Then one day when you got rescued from the lap. you met this cute kid that also got experimented on like you, maybe even worse. But because she doesn’t remember anything, She remains soft and so full of life - she holds your hand with all the love and tenderness you’ve never got from anyone in your life before. It's like nothing bad that happened in her life could really affect her pure heart. You see this kind of light and feel the need to protect it. - That’s how Caleb formed his own identity and the reason to live growing up, He never wanted her to turn empty inside like him.

Caleb grew up spoiling MC rotten like I said in his past timeline. For someone who’s already numb from any emotions. The only thing that keeps him feeling alive is taking care of you, doting on you, making sure you’re always safe and sound, making sure nothing bad could ever happen to you. YOU are the only thing that matters to him.

Number 2, His red flag behavior in the main story in which… kinda lead to the next point

3. “I don’t feel safe around him/ I don’t trust him”

yeah duh, we are not supposed to. I think that’s the direction Infold want the player to feel in this chapter

and I’m with everyone here, when I read the story I don’t feel safe at all. I think we kinda thought the same thing ‘Sylus come pick me up, I’d rather be in the N109 Zone right now’ lol. But when I take a step back and think about it I do have some thoughts

The reason why we as a player feel safer in the N109 Zone is because Sylus rules the area. You knew from the start that this man is REALLY powerful. EVERYBODY is afraid of him. nothing can really touch him. We also kinda have an idea that he’s not a human from the start.

Caleb is not like the other 3 lis (Xavier, Rafayel, Sylus) who are some kind of immortal or deity.Sure his evol is really powerful and he’s really strong but at the end of the day he’s just a man. And with all the shits he has been through he realizes that he’s not invincible. he doesn’t have a privilege to not make a choice. whether it’s an ethical choice or not. and he’s trying the best he could to make sure you are safe. even it ended up making us players hate him in the process.

I do also think that unlike the N109 zone, Even Caleb himself doesn’t really feel safe in skyhaven. He’s also an imposter, a pawn to be used by somebody way more powerful than him. and He knew that letting you out and about freely is highly risky. With all the incidents that happened in the chapter & MC involvement kinda pushed him into fight or flight mode.

When we feel really, really unsafe about something in our lives, especially related to something we cherish the most, what do most of us tend to fall onto? The need to control. We instinctively try to control situations and things to make us feel safe and predictable. Sometimes we try to control things that we will later regret about it. Caleb is in full survival mode here.

── .✦ In conclusion

With all that being said I still do not agree with what he did to MC in the main chapter. He made a mistake, He owes her an apology tbh. But seeing the full picture did help me understand him more + In the next few 5 star cards that happened after the main story he appears to be really guilty towards her. MC being MC she easily let it go and doesn’t demand an apology from him (which I think he would get on his knees for her if she asks, I mean are you kidding? He would do anything for her. the down bad is so strong here)

Their story is definitely not for everyone. there’re a lot of improvements to work on in the future. The first thing is how they both need to learn to untie the co-dependency they have had since childhood. MC needs to set a healthy boundary with him and be less reckless. Caleb needs to respect MC to take care of herself and trust her ability to handle things.

 When we look back In the latest muti-banner, the nightly rendezvous for other lis. all of them have their own development in the relationship.

Xavier finally confronting his possessiveness and MC addressing it to him

Zayne finally letting go of his ‘compose’ and ‘perfect’ facades and letting MC see his inner-child side more

Rafayel finally opening up about his fear & pain he had gone through to MC

Sylus… being Sylus lol (on his card it has to do with MC’s development more than him, so)

all of these took a pretty long time. So with Caleb I’m sure we will see some issue in their relationship being improved later.

(Even some might say. "Nope, he doesn't need fixing" with that I would say "Good for you" 😌🤌🏻)

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Is there any official explanation as to why shinichiro has the worst luck when it comes to love (worst luck when it comes to live too tbh)? Boy got rejected for 20 times 😭

I actually have some hc about the reason behind:

While he is attractive both in the manga/anime/live action, if I remember correctly the characters who are canonically described as good-looking are kazutora (being told handsome and sweet-looking by several characters), hakkai (told handsome and also works as a model), and haruchiyo-senju (while youtubers don't always need to look attractive, appearance does have a huge factor to boost the popularity). So MAYBE if the events of tokrev happened in real life, shinichiro would look like a plain guy whose face doesn't attract many ladies lol

He is chasing the wrong girls. I read a book titled Yakuza Moon and it's an autobiography of a gangster's daughter, how in her teenage years she was involved in ladies gang and hung around with boys from biker gangs. So basically the kind of girls who are attracted to gang members will be those who are familiar with the environment too. Someone like emma, yuzuha, and senju would love to be with a powerful gang leader. In the earlier chapters, emma was shown at Toman meet-up with several girls who dress in gyaru fashion. These girls, as told in Yakuza Moon, tend accompany the biker gangs riding throughout the town and even have sex with them. So shinichiro's taste might be similar to takemichi, falling for a good girl like hinata. But unfortunately all the good girls he crushed on don't want to have any involvement with a gang leader lol

There is no official explanation unfortunately! I actually do think his gang affiliation could be the problem too though. Because of how gangs are typically seen in Japan a lot if girls may just not have wanted to associate with him, fearing their own reputation would go down. It could also be possible that some of the girls were scared of him, when Mikey goes to Takemichi's school we see a lot of fear from the students because he's a gang leader (tbf he did cause a lot of trouble too though), we also know from Emma's character book that the kids at school were scared of her when she started because of her affiliation to Mikey too. So it's possible that people were scared of Shinichiro too, despite his personality they just saw "gang leader".

Could also see it being just because he's really bad with girls, he get's nervous or is just a bit too cheesy with them. We also see him playing about with Emma when they first meet and he comes across as being a bit too confident, also implying that he thinks knows girls well, which is then immediately disproven. If he tries to flirt in a similar way with girls he's actually interested in then I can see why they might be a bit off put by it.

[apoloadonisandnarcissus]

I love being a wild card in this fandom.  

What I love about Sauron/Mairon x Galadriel is that their dynamic isn’t some basic Light vs. Dark nonsense. Because this is Tolkien, not some Hollywood digested cr*p, as the professor says himself:

Some reviewers have called the whole thing simple-minded, just a plain fight between Good and Evil, with all the good just good, and the bad just bad. Pardonable, perhaps (though at least Boromir has been overlooked) in people in a hurry, and with only a fragment to read, and, of course, without the earlier written but unpublished Elvish histories. But the Elves are not wholly good or in the right. Not so much because they had flirted with Sauron; as because with or without his assistance they were 'embalmers'. They wanted to have their cake and eat it: to live in the mortal historical Middle-earth because they had become fond of it (and perhaps because they there had the advantages of a superior caste), and so tried to stop its change and history, stop its growth, keep it as a pleasaunce, even largely a desert, where they could be 'artists' – and they were overburdened with sadness and nostalgic regret. Tolkien, Letter 154

This is what I've been telling you guys. The Elves are not hopeless victims of Sauron, nor are they the "heroes" of the story. Tolkien lore is complex, it's not "pure Good vs. pure Evil" like the "lorebros" or the Peter Jackson fanboys claim. Stop believing their nonsense, they don't know what they are talking about. The battle of “good vs. evil”, in Tolkien legendarium, ultimately, happens within each character.

When they first met, Mairon and Galadriel both turned their backs on literal heaven (Valinor) because of their pride: Galadriel wanted the glory of seeking and destroying Sauron for herself; Mairon couldn’t bring himself to face judgement from the Valar. Mairon was the repentant sinner, while Galadriel was on her way to become one.

Galadriel is a literal ticking bomb, ready to explode and turn Dark at any moment, in "Rings of Power". Mairon was drawn to the darkness within her, and not to her “light” (this is another way he self-deceives himself). Her “light” (= Two Trees of Valinor) is merely aesthetic. She doesn’t have that light, and that’s why she’ll use Nenya, and her Mirror and her Phial to harvest purest Light, and become the “Lady of Light”.

In “Rings of Power” there is a clue that Mairon might be blood bound to Morgoth, and, so, he’s always unconsciously seeking his former master, and that’s why he wanted to serve Galadriel. Because he's a Maia, he was created to be a servant to a Vala. The deal, wasn't her becoming his servant, but the other way around.

And we are talking about Sauron, here: his whole character arc is not one of redemption, so he the interest he believes he has on "Light" is not real, it's one of his self-deceptions. And for Sauron to never stop grouping Galadriel’s mind, thousands of years into the future, when he’s already officially the “shadow of Morgoth” it’s because he recognizes her potential for darkness, not her light.  

This doesn’t mean that he’s unredeemable, mind you. Tolkien’s work is infused with Christian doctrine (mainly Catholicism), and in this religion one can always find redemption and forgiveness if one actually repents for their sins, and makes amends for them (which will be Galadriel's case). And this is also present in Tolkien lore: no character is unredeemable on his world. But in the legendarium, after refusing to stand trial before the Valar, Sauron never truly repents, and becomes the "a reincarnation of Evil" aka Morgoth come again.

And there is Sauron. In the Silmarillion and Tales of the First Age Sauron was a being of Valinor perverted to the service of the Enemy and becoming his chief captain and servant. He repents in fear when the First Enemy is utterly defeated, but in the end does not do as was commanded, return to the judgement of the gods. He lingers in Middle-earth [Halbrand]. Very slowly, beginning with fair motives: the reorganising and rehabilitation of the ruin of Middle-earth, neglected by the gods', he becomes a reincarnation of Evil, and a thing lusting for Complete Power – and so consumed ever more fiercely with hate (especially of gods and Elves). All through the twilight of the Second Age the Shadow is growing in the East of Middle-earth, spreading its sway more and more over Men – who multiply as the Elves begin to fade. Tolkien Letter 131

Sauron was of course not 'evil' in origin. He was a 'spirit' corrupted by the Prime Dark Lord (the Prime sub-creative Rebel) Morgoth. He was given an opportunity of repentance, when Morgoth was overcome, but could not face the humiliation of recantation, and suing for pardon; and so his temporary turn to good and 'benevolence' ended in a greater relapse, until he became the main representative of Evil of later ages. But at the beginning of the Second Age he was still beautiful to look at, or could still assume a beautiful visible shape – and was not indeed wholly evil, not unless all 'reformers' who want to hurry up with 'reconstruction' and 'reorganization' are wholly evil, even before pride and the lust to exert their will eat them up. The particular branch of the High-Elves concerned, the Noldor or Loremasters, were always on the side of 'science and technology', as we should call it: they wanted to have the knowledge that Sauron genuinely had, and those of Eregion refused the warnings of Gil-galad and Elrond. Tolkien Letter 153

Halbrand was repentant Mairon. Annatar is Mairon falling back into evil.

Galadriel is not yet the “repentant sinner” Tolkien described her to be, in his legendarium, either. In Season 2, she doesn’t own up to her actions, and is still making excuses for them: “I was deceived”; “Sauron used me”; “Under his harp I was played to a melody not of my choosing”, bla bla bla.

She’s still in self-denial about her actions in Season 1: she’s the one who tempted Mairon with promises of power and, pretty much directly, caused him to choose deception over redemption, and condemned Middle-earth to Sauron’s tyranny (this is also somewhat compatible to what Tolkien wrote, because in the lore the Elves are also to blame).

And I’m almost certain she’ll have to f*ck up even harder in order to have a “eye opening” moment. Because one can’t really be a “penitent” (using Tolkien’s words) unless one takes ownership of one's actions, and makes the conscious decision to atone for them. 

[tiredofthehumanlife]

Realizations

Barbie dolls: Jegulus x gn!reader

Summary: you and James are dating and then Sirius introduces regulus and now you both are crushing

Warnings: James gets called a whore not during sex, James wears crop tops?, Regulus kinda makes James feel bad about his shirt, trans Reggie? Is that a warning?, regulus is strange for sure, mentions of sex and arousal but like its ovulation week so what were you expecting, idk James wears bell bottoms, ITS NOT THAT CRAZY GUYS

Word count: 2.8k-ish

You loved Sirius. He was hilarious, one of the most caring and stylish people you’ve ever met. So when Sirius told you all he was going to properly introduce everyone to his little brother, Regulus, you were excited. When Sirius pulled the boy into the room with all your friends you started to understand why Sirius seemed hesitant at first. First, his brother was a bit of a bitch. Second, fuck he was hot.

You loved James. So much. He was an amazing boyfriend, an amazing person. James was your best friend who you also happened to love fucking. Not the point, point is you felt incredibly guilty finding Regulus attractive. Not only was he Sirius’ little brother, you were sitting in the same room as your boyfriend. You looked to James, you wanted to see his reaction to Regulus calling you all “a bunch of stupid dickheads.” When you looked to him, he was already looking at you. James was sporting your same blush. He mouthed wow before looking back to Sirius. Sirius was telling Regulus to be more friendly. Regulus told Sirius to shove it up his ass. At the mention of Sirius’ ass, Remus was suddenly stuttering over his words. Peter glared at Remus.

“Merlin, try to pull yourself together moony.” Peter muttered. It was funny and you would’ve laughed if you weren’t trying your hardest to not check out your friend’s younger brother in front of your spectacular boyfriend. James had stayed entirely silent this whole time. You stared at him. His eyes were wide, his cheeks were flushed, his lips were tightly pressed together. You knew the look. You’d seen it before, when James met you the first time.

You met Lovely Lily and Ravishing Remus first. You all had a study group together. Though the studying slowly started to decline as you three started gossiping more and more. They started to talk about their ever growing friend group more and more. They decided keeping you to themselves was just plain unfair, so they introduced you to their other friends. Sirius seemed a little mean, glaring at you the whole time Remus and Lily shared your name. The second you complimented his leather jacket, Sirius was beaming. Peter seemed to be ignoring you, fully focused in his homework. The next time you met him, he had no work in front of him. You warmed up to Peter quickly after that. You had first avoided James’ eyes because he seemed to be intimidating. He was just sat there on the ground staring up at you and you thought he was amping up to insult you. When you finally looked at him you realized you have just met a man with absolutely nothing behind his eyes. His jaw was slack and he was just staring up at you. Lily reached out and gently closed James’ jaw for him. He finally sat up straight, greeting you with a large smile. You nodded awkwardly. James pressed his lips together, trying to stop himself from saying something to stupid. His eyes were bugged out and his ears were turning red. Now James was giving Regulus the same look.

You honestly weren’t upset he was into Regulus, because you were too. Clearly, you needed to have a private conversion with James about this later. You did. You both liked him, and now you had to figure out how to handle this. Do you both flirt with your friend’s brother? Do you pretend like nothing is going on? You really didn’t want to scare poor Regulus away. You both knew how hard it must’ve been for him to meet his brother’s friends. It would just be so strange and uncomfortable if half your older brother’s friends started flirting with you the day after you met them. So, you both decided you’d give him time to get comfortable with all of you before either of you said anything to Regulus.

Months later Regulus was like he’d been with you all since day one. He jokingly made fun of everyone, making his own inside jokes with you all, and he’d join in on pranks and plans. Sirius was quite happy he got time to make his bond with Regulus stronger. Remus got another person who loved to gossip. Peter got a friend who loved history as much as he did. Lily got someone to share her younger sibling trauma with. You and James got a lovely friend who was so funny and mean to you both. He hated you guys. You both loved it. You’d throw insults back and forth all the while a grin plastered on your face. Next to you both James would be sat there with his lovesick eyes and soft smile. His eyes bouncing between you both as Regulus threatened to torture you horrifically, only for you to continue flirting with him. James would be grinning brightly, so happy he got to watch the two hottest people in Hogwarts try to kill each other.

When you and James caught a glimpse of Regulus sitting across the Library while on your study date, you turned to each other. You shared a knowing look, closing your books and making your way over to him without a word. The second you slipped into the seat in front of Regulus, he sighed deeply.

“And I thought my day was going well.” Regulus muttered, keeping his eyes on the journal he was scribbling in. James stood next to you, already smiling.

‘Awe come on Reggie, you love us.” You countered, resting your head on your palm. Regulus glanced up at you. Regulus bit onto the end of his fountain pen as he looked over you and James. You dropped your gaze to his lips. The pen pushing down on his bottom lip making it look extra kissable. Your eyes trailed down the pen, seeing his initials engraved with silver.

Sirius gave it to him after he came out. You remember because Sirius came to you with zero context just blurting out ‘how does one love a trans man?’ After a long few minutes of you staring blankly at Sirius, he explained the situation further. You had seen Regulus sitting in various odd positions and places, writing away. You noticed how he had to balance an ink pot in one hand and write with the other, so all you could come up with as a coming out gift was a pen. Although Sirius told you it made Regulus cry and you’ve never seen Regulus without it. You’re glad Sirius got all the credit.

Your gaze followed down to his hand gently holding onto the pen. His rings were always attractive, it wasn’t just you. James thought so too. Regulus kept rubbing his finger over the small ring of silver near the tip of his pen. You shouldn’t have found it hot. It was though. James rested his hand on your shoulder, gently squeezing it to say ‘i know right?’ You met Regulus’ eyes again to see him looking you up and down. His eyes flickered over to gazing over James’ body. James had found the magic of crop tops a few weeks back and now any chance he got his was showing off his happy trail in a shirt with some phrase like ‘I love milfs’ or ‘eat your girl out or I will’. You loved them, you didn’t love all the detentions he got from getting dress coded. You felt it was a fair trade. Regulus’ eyes snagged on his happy trail. Regulus poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue. He suddenly sat up straight and schooled his features, meeting your eyes again. You gave him a knowing smile.

“If you consider wanting to partake in homicide love, then yes. I do.” You smiled at him letting out an awe. You shared a look with James. You reached out, hooking your finger in the belt loop of his bell bottomed pants. You tugged James closer and winked up at him.

“You hear that, Jamie? He loves us. We love you too Reggie.” Regulus rolled his eyes. He turned back to his journal. You leaned over the table, peeking at his writing. Regulus slammed his journal shut. He slowly slid it across the table, hiding it in his lap.

“What are you writing?” You tapped Regulus’ hand on the table. He didn’t move his hand away, nor did he wipe it.

“Is it dirty?” James added in. You both turned to him, giving him a confused look. James look between your faces. He pressed his lips together.

“I’d call you a whore-“ Regulus started.

“Oh please do.” You smirked. Regulus ignored you continuing with his sentence.

“But I think you’d like it too much. Potter have you ever heard of a shirt? You put your arms through it? Covers your torso? Not ringing a bell, or did you leave your brain at home?” James looked down at his shirt, frowning at it. He pulled at the hem.

“What’s wrong with my shirt?” He sounded like a kicked puppy. You quickly reached out, rubbing his thigh.

“Nothing baby it’s so cute.”

“You mean aside from it breaking half of dress code?” Regulus said, talking over you.

“Do you not like my tummy, Reg?” You grimaced turning to James.

“Don’t say tummy.” You and Regulus said, in sync. You glanced over to him. You shared an understanding look before smiling softly at James. His shoulders had slumped a little since the start of the conversation. You stood up. You rubbed your hand up and down James’ arm, kissing his cheek.

“See you later, Regulus.” You whispered, gently tugging your boyfriend away.

“I hope not.”

You and James carried on like usual, following your usual routines and date nights. Only difference was Regulus seemed to appear more and more. You never asked him to join you guys or tell him to meet you, he just kind of showed up. You and James had planned date nights on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Weekends were anybody’s game or makeup time for a missed date but Tuesdays and Thursdays were pretty regular for you two. Date nights meant anything from passing out on the floor of the common room to breaking more rules than you liked to. Though it didn’t seem to matter what you two were doing because Regulus appeared near you. If you were sitting by the Black Lake just to relax in each other’s presence you’d catch a glimpse of Regulus’ hair across the lake. You’d both stand up to wave to him, if he did notice he never waved back. If you were lying in the courtyard napping in the sun, you’d roll over to see Regulus under a tree not far from you. You’d drag James up and lay back down next to Regulus. If you were having a study date in the Library you’d see Regulus walk past with a tall stack of books. You’d pull James up by his arm, following after Regulus. You’d all share the same table with Regulus pretending he didn’t notice either of you. No matter what he was somewhere near you and James. So you’d include him, obviously. It’d be awkward if you didn’t. You started to think that maybe this wasn’t all coincidence when you saw Regulus showed up in the Gryffindor commonroom, hunched over his journal like usual. His shoes were placed on the floor next to the end of the couch. Regulus was sitting to the side his back pressed to the armrest with his knees pulled to his chest.

“Hey Reg, what are you doing here?” You asked. James scoffed behind you. You glanced at him and grimaced, realizing it sounded kinda mean. Regulus looked up from his book, biting the top of his pen again. He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Well fuck you too then.” He muttered. You rolled your eyes, sitting down next to him. Regulus tucked his socked feet under your thigh. You knew he ran cold, you were actually secretly making him a sweater for his birthday. You wouldn’t dare tell him that though because A: it would ruin the surprise and B: he’d get all ‘no you shouldn’t have. I don’t deserve this’. He’s all traumatized like that, so you kept it quiet. Only person who knew was James. James laid down on the couch, dangling his legs over the armrest and throwing his head in your lap.

“I didn’t mean it like that, Regulus. You know I love your company. I was just confused because I don’t think you know the password.” You stared at Regulus, hoping he’d show you somehow that he wasn’t truly hurt by it. Regulus stared at you with his blue eyes. Both of the Black brothers had blue eyes. Sirius’ were a light piercing blue that, upon your first interaction, you thought were freaky. He seemed to peer directly into your soul, seeing everything you were and loving you anyways. Maybe that’s why Remus liked his eyes so much. Regulus’ were a deep blue. When he finally made eye contact with you, you felt like you were getting sucked into the depths of the ocean. His eyes were all consuming. They covered you in him, all you think about when looking into Regulus’ eyes was Regulus. If Sirius’ eyes looked into your soul, Regulus’ showed you his soul. Regulus looked back to his page, making you miss his stare.

“What you guys doing here anyways?” Regulus muttered like it wasn’t your boyfriend’s common room. You slipped your hand behind Regulus’ knee massaging the back of his calf. Regulus didn’t react at all, continuing to scribble away. James tilted his head back, staring at Regulus upside down.

“Date night.” James explained, laying back down. Regulus winced, he looked to you to verify. You nodded.

“Oh wow James you sure are romantic, taking your partner all the way to your common room.” Regulus said. You smiled at him. You patted James’ chest, reminding him he could take you to a landfill and you’d still love him. James sat up.

“Hey we were going to go take a nap. That’s very romantic.” James said. He pointed at Regulus like a scolding mother. You gently pushed James’ finger down. You pecked his cheek.

“Yes you are so romantic James, no need to fist fight Reg.” James glared at Regulus as he laid back down in your lap. You rubbed Regulus’ calf up and down before returning to massaging it. You sat in silence for a few moments. Regulus continued writing away, while James started fiddling with your hand on his chest. You switched calf’s every few minutes, not wanting them to get uneven amounts of attention. You dropped your head back against the couch, closing your eyes. You heard Regulus move next to you. He gently traced the silhouette of your nose. You opened your eyes and stared at him without moving your head. You didn’t want to scare Regulus taking his hands away. Regulus dragged his finger down to your lips. His jaw went slack as he felt your lips against his fingertips. You held your breath as you felt a wave of arousal travel down your spine. His fingers dipped past your chin. Regulus traced down your throat, stopping at your collarbones. He fiddled with your necklace. Regulus moved the little J charm between his fingers. Regulus pulled his eyes away from your necklace to your eyes. You let out a small breath.

“You both ought to go take that nap now. I doubt you want to be spending your date night sat next to your friend’s little brother.” James sat up. His eyes snagged on Regulus’ fingers playing with your necklace. James looked up to you and gave you a smile. You both looked back to Regulus.

“Regulus, baby.” He gave you a confused look. He glanced between you and James. James sucked in a breath.

“We already spend most of our dates with you, so it wouldn’t really be much of a change.” James explained. Regulus removed his hand from you, closing his journal. Regulus stared at his lap for a few minutes, before looking up.

“I do not understand.” You gave him a small smile. You reached out and pushed his hair away from his face. You cupped Regulus’ cheek and rubbed your thumb against his skin. You leaned forward. Regulus fluttered his eyes shut, tilting his face up towards you. You gently kissed his cheek, teetering close to the corner of his lips. You pulled back. Regulus stared at you as you stood up. James quickly pecked Regulus’ other cheek before bounding up the stairs after you.

Regulus was starting to realize certain things about himself.

Part 2 >

[uru-writes]

༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹ goo kim headcanons ◃ ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ

tw: nudity/visible changing, discussion of sexuality and libido, mentions of masturbation, minors and ageless dni!!

song: 505 - artic monkeys sped up

⇿ he has a bad habit of changing in his bedroom with his curtains open. his windows are tinted but his neighbors have probably seen everything and he doesn’t really care. ⇿ since turning 20, his body's been changing and his sex drive is suddenly through the roof. it'd be unbearable if he wasn't jerking off day and night. he thinks gun can't hear him through the door. ⇿ he's definitely bisexual and used to have a massive teenage crush on james lee. he fell deeply in love with gun, might have jerked off in his bed once or twice. and always had a bit of a thing for daniel, but nothing serious. sometimes he sees daniel staring and decides to flirt just because. ⇿ he has a bit of a rasp to his voice and his speech is a tad slurred and mumbly in a way that's really cute. ⇿ contrary to popular belief, he does not have a complicated skincare routine. he just uses a lot of face moisturizer and body lotion so his skin is really soft and pretty. i also feel like he doesn't use cologne/perfume. he either naturally smells good or smells like nothing. if he did use it though, I can see him smelling like vanilla, the sweet kind. ⇿ sometimes he does indeed wear normal clothes (like jeans and a hoodie). and sometimes, he just wears comfy clothes and drives out to the middle of nowhere and lies on the hood of his car and stares at the sky. he's just cool like that. ⇿ he has a rather attractive walk. whether it's poised and elegant or relaxed and youthful, something about his legs just draws people in. ⇿ this guy has great taste in music. quite varied. aside from k-pop, he likes american pop, japanese rock, random vietnamese songs, and whatever's trending on tiktok. he's also really interested in music history, he'll tell you all about the history of his favorite genres. ⇿ he secretly loves super sweet coffee, but knows better than to drink it everyday. his coffee usually tastes pretty plain. ⇿ loves fruits more than vegetables. again, he has a sweet tooth. also loves cake and candy. gun thinks he is strange for this. ⇿ probably played an instrument growing up. maybe the piano or harp. ⇿ he wears a couple rings, one on his left ring finger and one on his right index. probably started wearing them for fun and it became permanent. ⇿ he still has his childhood stuffed donkey, probably has never washed it, and wonders how he's supposed to do it.

[dramaticallytotal]

Please expand on the other contestants finding out about Noah’s International Harem, cause it’s hilarious to me that they see this no game barely there guy and bam! he is an international heartthrob.

"Wow, Noah! I didn't know you had it in you!" Chris exclaimed with a laugh.

"What are you talking about, McLean?" Noah asked with a frown.

Chris shook his head in fondness. Noah would always be Noah, even after being flirted with while being recorded for a reality show. He really didn't think that punk boy that showed up with that, basically a mob, group of other punks from the club Duncan had been performing at was Noah's type.

"I mean, it looks like you just got yourself a punk boyfriend, dude! What, was our resident delinquent not up to your standards or tastes?"

Duncan yelled in offense at that, which made Chris smirk.

Noah, of course, rolled his eyes at Chris. "Are you deaf Old Man? Ezra was just interested in my thoughts on my book since he's read it before."

The once noisy space was absolutely silent at Noah's words.

And as though he didn't notice the silence (he didn't), Noah continued, "Plus, he acknowledged we wouldn't have a lot of time to go too in depth in our comparative analyses because of the show and he was intrigued by my view on the last chapter when I get to it so we exchanged numbers."

Silence.

Finally, Noah noticed it and looked up to everyone staring at him like he was stupid, or they just looked plain shocked. "What?"

Slowly, Chris approached Noah and put a hand on his shoulder, "Kid....that dude was hella flirting with you. Like...hella. The book was an excuse to talk to you."

"What? No, it wasn't." Noah said, though he didn't sound as sure as he usually did.

"Yeah, no. Chris is right, Noah. That guy was really hitting on you. He chose the book as an excuse because otherwise, you would have made him cry for even approaching you. He probably noticed that and thought the best way to get your attention was to ask what you were reading." Courtney stated.

Poor Noah just looked so lost. "But what about...?"

"Woah! Noah! That means Ezra is like the sixth boy to hit on you using books as an opening and the sixth to get your number from it. Haha, wild!" Izzy laughed from her perch on Owen's shoulders. Despite them not dating anymore, they were still touchy-feely friends.

"Excuse me!?" Chris was fine with the one dude but six. SIX. Who do these boys think they are???

"HOW!?" Heather yelled. She wasn't the only one who looked like they were thinking that, but she was the one to voice it.

"SIX!? WHEN?" Everyone turned to who shouted that, and it ended up being Alejandro, who also looked surprised at his shout.

"Well, there was that one in Egypt who was staying at the same hotel as us, and Izzy wanted to swim! So I dragged Noah, Eva, and Owen with. Then there was the cutie in Japan when Owen wanted to go to that karaoke restaurant, and Noah didn't like our duet, so he went outside. Oh, oh! Then! There was the American in New York who -" Izzy's rant was cut off by Noah somehow climbing up Owen to silence Izzy but putting a hand over her mouth.

His face was noticeable red, and he looked so distressed.

"Holy shit..." Duncan whispered before he started cackling. Everyone just watched as the punk laughed and laughed till there were tears in his eyes. "Who knew the loser had it in him!"

"Dude....six guys is..." Gwen looked like she was trying to hold back her own laughter. She failed and also started laughing. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Noah, it's just... dude! You have no game! None! How?"

"Hey!"

"No 'hey', man, you know it's true." Chris finally said despite the fact he would definitely be asking Izzy just who those boys were later.

"OHEMGEE!" Everyone startled when Sierra, who had been abnormally silent till then. It had scared Izzy and Noah so bad that they both fell off Owen's shoulders. "This is like so many animes I've watched! Noah! You have a harem! I can't believe I get to see one happen, IRL!!"

Chris had never seen Noah go from so flustered to pale in seconds flat before, but there was a first time for everything. The aforementioned boy quickly scrambled off the floor, huffing and puffing before pointing at Sierra dramatically, "You will not make that a thing! It's not even a thing! I don't have a harem!"

"My little buddy is so popular!" Owen squealed.

"Owen!" Noah screeched betrayed.

"You...are very popular amigo..." Alejandro chuckled, but even to Chris, it sounded forced.

Well... this is not what Chris had intended to happen, not that he knew what would happen by teasing Noah about the punk boy, but still. "So, are you going to message them all once the show is over?" He had to know.

Heather was still just standing there with her mouth agape while Courtney was yelling at Gwen and Duncan to get a grip. Cody looked like he wanted to comfort Noah, who was sandwiched between Izzy, Eva, and Owen, but he currently had Sierra gripping his arm and talking his ear off about the harem trope.

Alejandro, though, Alejandro looked shocked beyond words but also very angry. Chris would say the guy looked more jealous, but no way was he going to voice that.

Tyler looked confused but supportive.

Poor Noah looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole. Like a bomb going off, the boy pulled away from his friends and seemed to explode. "HOW CAN I MESSAGE THEM ALL IF THEY ALL WERE SUPPOSEDLY INTO ME?"

"WHAT KIND OF PERSON WOULD THAT MAKE ME?" Okay, this was a bigger reaction than Chris had anticipated. "I CAN'T JUST MESSAGE THEM ALL?? WOULDN'T THAT BE ME LEADING THEM ON? I DON'T WANT TO LEAD ANY OF THEM ON! THEY WERE NICE! BUT I THOUGHT THEY JUST WANTED TO DISCUSS BOOKS! THAT'S WHAT I'M GOOD AT! WHAT IF THEY- WHAT IF-"

It was when Noah started hyperventilating that they realized just how distressed Noah actually was about this. That's what it took to get Gwen and Duncan to stop laughing.

It snapped several people into action. Namely Gwen, Courtney, Heather and Eva who rushed to calm Noah down and the rest who awkwardly watched.

Oops.

[alexsoenomel]

Random Dean Winchester Headcanons:

Dean not letting you drive Baby. Too protective over his car. You would beg him but he would always say no. He let you once though – on your birthday – but ended up regretting when you almost crashed into a tree. 

He loved drinking coffee with you in the morning in silence. It was your morning ritual. Coffee and then everything else. 

Loved discussing music with you, especially during road trips. He would even let you pick the next song, just because he thought your taste was awesome. 

Being overprotective and possessive. If someone hurts you – they're dead. If someone flirts with you – they get a polite fuck off. If they continue? They get a punch in the face. 

He loved the way you would look at him whenever he would wear a suit. You loved pulling his tie and giving him a sweet little kiss before work, telling him how handsome he looked. 

He loved sleeping next to you. He loved the smell of your hair and how it lightly tickled his face. He also loved being the small spoon every once in a while – he felt safe next to you. He would still put his gun under his pillow though; old habits die hard. 

Dean loved when you would play with his hair, especially before bed since sleep deprivation was his best friend. 

Random dates. He loved taking you out on random free days. Dinners, drinks, star gazing, night drives – he loved spending time with you. 

He wasn’t much of a reader, but he loved when you would read him your favorite books. Sometimes he would read it to you, the sound of his voice was like a lullaby for you on bad days when you couldn’t sleep. You would use him as a pillow as he would read to you until your light snores filled the room. 

Arguing. You would argue mostly while working. You were both stubborn and impulsive so poor Sam always had to be the voice of reason. He wanted to keep you safe and you wanted to hunt.

Jealousy. You would get jealous. Dean was a good looking man and other women would try to get his attention and of course it never worked. He would just ignore them, but that still didn’t ease your jealousy. You would grow silent, anger written on your face and he would of course tease you, making the situation worse – for him.

“Be careful, she’s going to come and steal your man,” He told you once, after a waitress left her number on a napkin. 

“Be careful,” you started as you kicked him in the shin under the table, “next time I’m kicking you where you like my face the most.” He groaned in pain and Sam almost choked on his coffee. 

Bickering. Because he was a little shit and you were his little shit. Two sides of the same coin, actually. 

Kisses, lots and lots of kisses. He loved kissing every inch of you, taking his sweet time, slow, sensual and tortuous. You would whimper under him every single time. 

Holding hands. First time he held your hand was while driving home after a ghost almost took you out. He lectured you after Sam successfully burnt its bones, told you how reckless and stupid you were for jumping in front of him. Then he realized you almost died – the thought scared the living shit out of him.

He was a switch, plain and simple. Sometimes he loved calling you his dirty little slut, making you scream his name over and over, but other times he just wanted to admire your body as you would ride him. He loved when you were in control. 

Praise kink. That man loved being praised. “You feel so good, baby,” was his favorite. 

He would smile whenever you would call him handsome.

You were his sunshine, darling and sweetheart.  He would call you by your name only when he was pissed.

He loved you more than anything, but at the same time he thought he didn’t deserve you. 

You told him I love you first, drunk on whiskey after a successful hunt. Sam was sick that day, so it was only you and him. He didn’t say anything at first, instead he kissed you and took you home. He made love to you that night and between kisses the words slipped. “I love you too, sweetheart.” 

[cheesesoda]

Strawberry Marshmallows

rookie!leon x fem!cutecore!reader

request by: anon

request: “hey love ! i was wandering if i could requests a "hellokiity/cutecore/strawberry" fem reader x rookie leon? basically a reader who is obsessed with anything pink and cute :) im thinking just some very heavy flirtnig that makes leon blush a ton ok thanks bye 1!!!”

a/n: this is so cute!! i’m goth but i hope i do this justice because this idea is adorable 😭 also i did this as a non-apocalyptic/nothing bad happens au!

summary: leon develops a crush on the cute receptionist of the rpd.

genre: fluff!!

cw: flirting, slightly suggestive?

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it was finally his first day. leon kennedy’s lifelong dream of becoming a police officer was finally coming true. he drove to the station, excited to start his career. when he walked into the raccoon city police station, he was met with a reception desk, but behind it sat a beautiful young woman, dressed in light pink, and decorated with accessories of the same color. she looked fairly young too, probably about his age. he took note of how her desk was also decorated with pink stationary, hello kitty plushies, and next to her was a bag of hello kitty strawberry marshmallows. unlike the somewhat drab and plain police station, her desk was very visually appealing and colorful.

“hi! what can i do for you?” she greeted him with a smile once she noticed his presence. her smile made him nearly melt into the floor. “uh- i’m the new officer, leon. leon kennedy.” he stutters. “oh! it’s so great to meet you, leon! and congratulations! i’ll get you checked in and you can go up those stairs, turn right and go to the stars office!” she explained as she typed away at her computer, her pink nails tapping against the chunky computer keys. little did leon know, she wasn’t necessarily checking him in, she was notifying the team that the new rookie arrived.

“thanks,” he says and stands awkwardly for a moment. “i- uh- i like your decorations.” he compliments, gesturing to her desk. she looks up at him, a glimmer in her eye and a smile. “for real? thanks! most people would think i wouldn’t be allowed to decorate my desk like this and dress like this working as a police station receptionist, but they can’t resist me.” she winks at leon and his cheeks turn a soft pink hue. she eats a small pink marshmallow out of the bag as she finishes up logging him in. “you want one?” she smiles softly, holding out a tiny soft marshmallow to him. “uh- i- sure” he chuckles and thanks her. she hands him the marshmallow and he eats it hesitantly. “i might not be the youngest in the station anymore, how old are you, leon?” she asks. “21” he replies. “me too!” she exclaims as if he has just said he loves her favorite music artist.

suddenly, marvin branagh walks up to the reception desk. “you must be leon kennedy. lieutenant marvin branagh. nice to meet you.” marvin says with a small smile as he shakes leon’s hand. “nice to meet you too, lieutenant.” leon smiles. “we should get going, i’ll show you around and you can meet everyone else.” marvin says. secretively, y/n gets up from her desk and makes her way to the west office, where everyone was, preparing for leon’s arrival. a banner saying ‘welcome leon’ hung from the ceiling, as well as other decorations such as balloons, streamers, etc.

once marvin and leon reach the west office, they open the door and suddenly the lights turn on and everyone cheers, “welcome leon!” leon chuckles in disbelief. “i- thank you, i don’t know what to say.” he smiles. he spots y/n immediately—how could he not? she grins at him and waves excitedly and he waves back a bit.

everyone starts celebrating and mingling with the new rookie. leon can’t help but let his eyes wander to the receptionist though. “i see you looking at our receptionist.” chris teases, putting an arm around leon’s shoulder. the blond blushes and looks away. “it’s alright, man! go for it, rookie!” chris laughs and pats him on the back before walking away.

y/n approaches leon, two pieces of cake in hand. “i got you some cake, leon!” she smiles and hands him one. the cake is vanilla with little strawberries inlayed on the top. the words “congratulations, leon!” decorate the center of the top in pink icing (though, on leon’s piece, it looks like it just says “congr”).

he took a bite of the cake before complimenting it. “wow, this is really good…” he says. “really? thanks! i made it myself.” y/n smiles. ‘she made me a cake? she doesn’t even know me but she made me a cake…’ leon thinks to himself. he blushed at the thought.

his first day and he already has a crush.

4 months later…

leon walks into the station on monday and sees y/n at her pink desk as usual. “good morning, leon!” she smiles at him, as usual. “morning, y/n” he smiles back. she has another bag of strawberry hello kitty marshmallows, and a cup of some pink colored tea that leon never knew the name of, as usual. in the 4 months leon has worked at the rpd, if he has learned one thing about the beloved receptionist, it’s that she is a flirt. like, a big flirt.

a week after he joined the rpd, the team invited him out for drinks. y/n went too of course, and leon found out that she is a very… physically affectionate drunk. her hands crept up his thighs, on his arms, even on his cheek at one point and he could feel the sweat forming on his face. he wrote it off as just her being a touchy drunk.

that was until a couple weeks later, y/n asked him about his girlfriend. “oh, i actually uh- don’t have a girlfriend.” he smiled awkwardly. “seriously? damn, you’re so cute, i never would’ve guessed.” she said casually as she typed in her computer. he blushed harder than ever. ‘she was calling him cute?’

another occurrence was about 2 months after he joined. y/n dropped off some papers at leon’s desk. “thank you.” he said. “no problem, pretty boy.” she winked. he died.

then, roughly 3 months after he came to the rpd, the flirting happened again. leon walked into the station and was met with y/n’s beautiful face, as usual. except today, she was leaning back in her chair and groaned. “long night?” leon asked with a slight chuckle. “i wish, if only you were there, we both would’ve had long nights if it were up to me.” y/n winked at him and his heart stopped. “it was just some stupid guy last night who was hitting on me and i could just tell he was some arrogant prick.” she sighs. “i just want a guy who is sweet and nice to me,” y/n smiles softly. “you’d be such a good boyfriend, leon.” he was sure he was redder than a tomato. ‘we both would’ve had long nights’. dammit, now he’s thinking of what it would be like to have sex with her. but he’s also thinking of what it would be like to be her boyfriend.

despite all the heavy flirting and hints, leon was still way too nervous to confess. that is, until february 14th rolled around. he decided he would tell her. leon came into work that day as usual and y/n gave him a strawberry hello kitty marshmallow, as usual. they went about their normal days but once y/n was walking out of the station to head home, leon called her name and caught up to her. she wore pink earmuffs, a pink scarf, and white leg warmers to help protect her from the cold february weather. “i uh… i don’t know how to say this so i’ll just get to the point…” leon takes a deep breath once he reached her, the white snow slowed him down a bit but that didn’t matter. “you’re so sweet and adorable and beautiful and i just always want to be around you. ever since my first day, i’ve wanted to ask you this because i really like you, like, i really really like you. so, y/n, will you go out with me?” he says and she grins warmly and sincerely.

she wraps her arms around his neck and gives him a soft but loving kiss. he stands there in shock for a moment, since he was expecting rejection. “of course, leon! i was wondering how long it would take you.” she giggled. “oh and i um got you some things.” he said as he held out a fairly large my melody plushie, a heart-shaped box of chocolates, and, of course, some hello kitty strawberry marshmallows.

[guess-that-ship]

S12 Round 1

Anti-Government Gays

cw: major spoilers

Bee is a kind-hearted person who's very smart, aspiring to go to a good academic school and help the people around him. Mouse is a jaded, wanted criminal who is on the run from the government, and just happens to see an open window while he's on the verge of death. Bee finds him in his room and helps patch him up, before Mouse escapes out the window.

This inadvertently ruins Bee's planned future life, as helping a wanted criminal isn't very favourable in the governments eyes. So Bee ends up, years later, working a simple, plain job, just trying his best really. It isn't until one day, where he watches a man die right before his eyes, that things change. The government tries to cover the incident up, framing Bee as the murderer, and that's when Mouse comes back into his life to save him.

Mouse takes Bee to another town practically run by criminals, and Bee starts living with him. Though Mouse acts stand-off-ish and an asshole, his behaviour stems from a care for those around him, Bee in particular. Mouse and Bee constantly save and help each other from various situations, and grow a lot closer together, with the two even sharing a kiss during their time living together.

But eventually, they make final plans to take down the government, and when they do enact on them, Bee gets killed. Even when they're comrades leave his body, Mouse stays to mourn. Thanks to some godly intervention, Bee gets resurrected, and as they look upon their old city, they share one last kiss, before parting ways, with Bee staying in his home city, while Mouse takes off to explore the world, promising to find each other again one day.

Of Petty Revenge and Impulse

A new team leader is transferred into the local branch of the company from overseas. He has new money and likes to show it. He craves acknowledgement. One of his coworkers makes blunt remarks about people who show off their wealth time and time again.

He's offended at first. He tries to make her feel bad by taking her for a drive in a car that she called useless and by giving her an expensive gift that she said was for phonies. Those actions are easily mistaken for flirting. But deep down, he's hurting because he was demoted from the overseas branch.

The coworker is not just blunt and honest; she's also very impulsive. Her words and actions get ahead of herself. Her first offhand remark was a flirty joke made on a whim. Every attempt that the team leader used to show her up actually endears him to her. She continues to make little gestures that she could continue to rationalize as impulse. She also makes bigger choices like putting a down payment on a new apartment away from her family, only to back out when she realizes how caught up she is in whimsical feelings. She admits to herself that she likes the guy.

The team leader is so devastated when he gets passed over promotion again that he almost quits the company, but his coworker goes to check on him. Though he doesn't realize it's genuine concern for him as a person, he's eventually convinced to stay.

The coworker's "in the moment" mindset makes their relationship very lively. It also causes a huge snag when the team leader gets an overseas promotion… which gets delayed for a year. The coworker has applied for the overseas branch as well, and now they have to coordinate their vacations. The subtle guilt-tripping to get vacation and the impulse ticket buying land them in different countries yet again, but once they finally land in the same place, they use these skills to make the most of their time together.

And when they meet the coworker's parents, the father is just as good at drawing guilt through grand actions.

[ghostiexe]

well! this was written for @buns-and-butter but somehow i lost the ask, sorry about that!

the prompt was something along the lines of 'wilbur helping cafe employee reader when they have a creepy/stalker-ish customer' and i am here to deliver :3

this is not proof read or edited in any way, please forgive any mistakes

tw: stalking, uncomfortable flirting, you get called a chick once

wordcount: 2,686

The past few weeks, you’ve noticed something. 

Every time you work the closing shift, the same guy comes, orders a plain black coffee, stares at you, and only leaves when you tell him you have to close. 

And, yeah, total weirdo alert, right? 

But it’s fine. Maybe he works a night shift or something and needs something to keep him up. 

Then again, why would he watch you? You’ve seen him bring a laptop, surely there’s something else he could do rather than stare at you. 

Currently, you’re crouching behind the ordering counter, wiping up a spill. The café you work at is pretty slow today, though that's not unusual, especially since you’re working a closing shift again. You don’t mind closing, but you also like day shifts because that’s when your favorite regular usually drops in. You haven’t seen him in a few days, since you’ve been stuck closing. 

You feel a little bad for the customer who's drink you'd dropped, but she had assured you it was fine and you'd just remade it for her. 

You huff softly as you stand back up, holding the now tea soaked rag in your hand. When you look up, you blink in surprise, then beam. 

“Will!” You exclaim, pleasantly surprised when you see the guy you were just thinking about. You giggle and watch his nose scrunches as he grins back at you. 

“Hi!” He says, leaning on the counter slightly, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. You hope you aren’t blushing. “One sec, I need to clean this rag, and then I’ll be right back.” You tell him, and he shoots you  thumbs up. You turn your back on him and quickly go to the kitchen, rushing to take care of the rag so you can get back out there to him. 

By the time you’re back out, the girl from earlier has left. You can’t help but feel a little bit comforted by the privacy.

You smile again and lean against the counter. “So,” you start, watching as he mirrors your movement and rests his arms against the counter as well, tilting his head slightly. “The usual?” You ask. 

“The usual.” He agrees, and you giggle. You nod and push yourself back, turning to grab a cup before realizing something and turning your head back toward him. 

“To go or to stay?” You ask, since every time he comes it’s different. He hums in thought, tapping his chin before shrugging. “Ah, to stay, I suppose.” He says. “I’m not busy.” He smiles softly at you and you nod, starting to make his drink as he watches you curiously. “So…” You start, pulling out a mug for him and starting on his drink. “You don’t usually drop by this late, yeah?” You ask, trying to make conversation. He opens his mouth to respond when the door dings, and you glance over his shoulder, face dropping when you realize it’s the same guy that’s been showing up every day. Wilbur shuffles to the side, making room for the other guy to order. The stranger grins at you.

You shift uncomfortably but nod in acknowledgement. “I’ll just be a moment.” You tell him, pumping lavender into Wilbur’s London Fog, watching as Wilbur walks away to his usual table. “Alright, sorry, can I take your order?” You ask in your customer service voice. It’s just a little too friendly, and your smile is strained. 

He laughs and leans against the counter, the same way Wilbur does. You don’t like it as much as you do when Wilbur does it. Actually, you don’t like it at all. “Could I start with your number?” He asks, and you force yourself to laugh. This isn’t the first time a random person has asked for your number, but it never gets less awkward. 

“Oh, I don’t know.” You say, trying to sound sympathetic. “Um, I’m not really…” You trail off, hoping he’ll take the hint. The guy scoffs. 

“Oh, come on, don’t tell me you’ve got a boyfriend.” He says, sounding a little annoyed. 

You shake your head, stepping away slightly. “I- I mean, no, just, I’m not sure.” You say, trying to stay polite. He just rolls his eyes. 

“What? You think I’m ugly or something?” He asks, tone a little hostile now. Your eyebrows shoot up. First of all, because the question caught you off guard, but secondly, because the guy is actually stunning. Probably one of the top ten most attractive guys you’ve ever seen. (Wilbur is the first on that list, not that you’ll ever tell him that.) Either he’s asking to try and guilt trip you, or he’s just crazy. Maybe both. “What? No, no, I-” You start to say, but he cuts you off.

“Whatever. Just a large plain black coffee, then, for Ethan.” He says, taking his arms away from the counter and crossing them across his chest. You refrain from making a face. Who orders plain black coffee at 7:00PM? You try not to judge him, though, it is quite cold out. Maybe it’s just to warm himself up. “To stay.” He adds, and you nod, giving him a small smile. Nevermind on the ‘keeping warm’ thing, apparently. He doesn’t move, watching you, and you let out a soft sigh, checking in on Wilbur’s tea. It’s nearly done. 

After a minute of silence, the guy speaks up again. “You’re pretty, you know.” He says. You flinch, a little bit surprised. You hadn’t expected him to keep trying after you told him you didn’t want his number. 

“Thank you…” You say cautiously, a little relieved when Wilbur’s drink is finally finished. 

You pick up the mug and step back over to the counter, ducking under the counter to grab him a chocolate muffin from the display case as well. It’s become a little tradition by now, he tips you way too much and you give him a free muffin. 

“Will?” You call out, and you watch him perk up before closing his laptop before walking back over. You push over his tea and muffin and he rolls his eyes fondly, a little smile on his face. The other guy rolls his eyes and walks to one of the tables, keeping his eyes on you. “Thank you.” Wilbur says, pulling out his wallet and stuffing a bill into your tip jar. Then he lowers his voice and leans in. “Jesus, that guy seems like a dick.” He whispers, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb to the guy that just ordered. You wince. 

“Yeah.” You whisper back, pressing the tea into his hands. “Um, it’s okay, though. I mean, he’s probably just gonna, like, keep begging for my number.” You say with a shrug, choosing not to mention that he’s been watching you every night, then speak at your normal volume again. “Enjoy your drink.” You say, smiling gently. Wilbur nods, then looks back at the guy, squinting his eyes. 

“Yeah, thank you.” He says, still watching the guy. He looks back at you, smiles politely, and goes back to his spot. You start on a bit of mindless busywork as you wait for the guy’s coffee to finish brewing. 

You can’t help but sigh, rubbing your hands over your face. At least Wilbur is here, instead of being alone like you normally are. 

After a minute, the guy’s coffee is finished and you glance down at the hasty note you’d written so you would know what name to call out for him. “Um, Ethan?” You call out hesitantly, and the guy immediately beelines toward you. You set the coffee mug on the counter for him and force a smile. “Enjoy.” You tell him. He ignores the coffee and you shift uncomfortably as he drags his eyes down your body, and maybe you’re imagining it, but you’re pretty sure he licks his lips. You want to gag. Jesus Christ, this guy is so gross. “So, do you have a name?” He asks. “Doesn’t seem fair that you know mine and I don’t get yours.” He says, smirking. You’re a little confused, then realize you aren’t wearing your nametag. You purse your lips, about to respond, when he continues. “Oh, wait, I get it.” He says, laughing. “You’d prefer it if I just called you mine, hm?” He asks. You can’t hold it back this time, you actually grimace. He narrows his eyes. “Hey, don’t do that, sweetheart, smile.” He says, pouting like a child, and you shake your head. “You look so much prettier that way.” He tells you, huffing softly. 

“Dude, I already told you I don’t want your number.” You grumble, frustrated. “Do you not understand the meaning of the word no?” You ask, genuinely pissed off now. 

“You know, you’re very lucky that I’m a nice guy.” He says, sounding mad now, too. “Jesus Christ, you’re cute, but you have a terrible personality.” He complains. “Come on, sweetheart, lighten up. All I’m saying is that I think we’d go well together.” He says, leaning in over the counter and reaching for your hand. You pull away quickly and step back. “Don’t touch me.” You snap, and you hear a stool screech against the hardwood floor. You immediately look over and see Wilbur standing up, walking back over to the counter. He also looks mildly pissed off, and he puts a hand on the guy’s shoulder. “Back off man, they said no.” He says, shaking his head. “You could do better, anyway. I mean, look at them.” He says gesturing to you, and Ethan laughs. You frown, a little hurt by the comment, and you can already tell there are tears pricking in your eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, man. This chick is stuck up, anyway.” Ethan agrees after a moment, then shakes his head and gives you a scrutinizing look as he walks away, not taking his coffee with him. You hear the door ding again.

You slump slightly and put your face in your hands, and Wilbur makes a soft sympathetic sound. You can’t help but sniffle. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.” Wilbur apologizes, reaching hesitantly over the counter and resting his hand on your shoulder. “I was just trying to get him to go away.” He says, sounding sad. 

You nod and try to wipe your tears away, looking at him again. Wilbur frowns. 

“Do you want to come sit with me?” He asks, a bit hesitant, and you nod. His hand drops away from your shoulder as you step to the side, walking out the little empty space and toward Wilbur. He opens his arms for you, a silent offer to comfort you, and you immediately step into his arms, wrapping your own tightly around him. He gently rubs your back as you look toward the door, frowning. You can see the guy standing at the window still. 

“He��s still out there.” You mumble, and Wilbur sighs. He pulls you closer. “Do you think you could close early? Would your boss get mad?” He asks. You think for a moment.

“I don’t know.” You admit. “She probably wouldn’t mind, but…” You trail off, and Wilbur lets out a breath. 

“Okay, well, let’s take a chance, okay?” He asks, tilting your head up to look at him. You nod. He lets go of you and you wipe your eyes again. “Is that the first time you’ve seen this guy?” Wilbur asks as he walks to the door of the cafe, flipping the sign to say ‘closed’. 

“Um, no.” You admit. “He’s been coming by every night for probably about a month. This is the first time he’s actually tried to make conversation with me, though. Usually he just sits in the corner with a laptop and stares at me.” You grimace slightly, pulling your work apron off and hanging it up on a hook. 

Wilbur scoffs. “Jesus, he’s crazy.” He mutters, and you laugh softly. Wilbur looks back at you. 

“Do you drive? I don’t see a car out there.” He says, and you watch the guy, Ethan, start pacing outside the window. You shake your head. “Um, no, I just walk.” You say, rubbing your arm. Wilbur hums thoughtfully, walking back over to you. You sigh and sit down on the ground, resting your back against the ordering counter. Wilbur joins you on the ground, mirroring your pose. 

“Do you just want to wait until he leaves? I can order you a Lyft…” Wilbur suggests, reaching his hand out and offering it to you. You accept, placing your hand in his. He squeezes your hand gently. 

“Yeah, that’s probably the best option.” You agree quietly. You look out the window, just watching as Ethan stands there. “He’s bound to get cold and leave eventually. It’s the middle of winter.” You say. “Plus, it’s dark out.” Wilbur nods in agreement. 

You sigh and lean your head against the counter. He squeezes your hand, and you squeeze him back. The two of you sit there in silence for God knows how long, probably at least twenty minutes before the guy gives up and storms off. Wilbur makes you stay an extra few minutes just to make sure he’s actually gone before you finish cleaning the place up so you can lock it for the night. 

“Are you okay?” Wilbur asks as the two of you step outside, his hand going to the small of your back and looking at you with a concerned expression. You clear your throat and nod. 

“Yeah, um, I am. Thank you for staying with me.” You say, looking down at the ground. Wilbur had already ordered a Lyft for you while you were waiting, and apparently your ride would be here soon. Wilbur sighed softly. 

“Okay.” He whispers, gently rubbing your lower back before pulling his hand away. He looks up at the sky, where snow is starting to fall lightly. He sneezes as a snowflake lands on his nose, and you giggle. He looks over at you, smiling fondly. You both look at each other for a moment before he sighs, then he opens his phone and shoves it toward you. You stare down at it, met with his contact information. “Could you text me when you’re home to let me know you’re safe?” He asks quietly. 

You blink, a little surprised, but you nod quickly. “Um, yeah, okay.” You agree, and a bit on the tension in his shoulders seems to slip away. You pull out your own phone and punch his contact information in, then go to the picture option. “Smile.” You tell him, pointing the camera at him. 

He smiles awkwardly, and you quickly snap the picture, saving his name as London Fog Guy. He peers over your shoulder and pouts. “You know my name.” He reminds you, and you nod. 

“I do.” You agree. You shut your phone off without changing it and stuff it in your pocket. You both stand there awkwardly for a moment before he clears his throat. 

“I’m glad you’re okay.” He says, offering a tired smile. You nod, kicking at a small pebble. Before you can change your mind, you reach for his hand again. 

“Thanks for staying.” You say. You see your Lyft pull up and Wilbur sighs. 

“Well, I guess I’ll see you next time I drop by for my tea.” He says, squeezing your hand and then letting it go. He opens the door to the Lyft so you can get in, but before you can shut it, he puts his hand on your chin and tilts it so you’re looking at him. Your face burns. “Remember to text me when you get home, okay?” He requests, voice quiet and a little concerned. Your expression softens. 

“Okay.” You agree, then look away again. Wilbur steps back and shuts the door, and you turn your head to look out the window as the Lyft driver starts the drive back to your house. You pull out your phone and look down at Wilbur’s contact information again, smiling gently. 

You hope you get to see him more often.

[justtwotired]

Whispers of the night - Lloyd Garmadon x F!reader

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Your POV

It has been three days since the threat came in. I told my friends already, and they were going into protection mode, even though half of them would run if a mouse got within ten feet of them.

We normally had two bodyguards around the house at all times and now one of them was assigned to me, to protect me wherever I went.

He is pretty chill though, he just hangs around in the teachers area and I have a scare button on me, so if something happens, he will be with me in a minute.

When I’m in the park with friends, he is just hanging around, hidden in plain sight probably. My dad had decided to not make it obvious where my guard was and how our schedule worked, it’s easy to plan around that.

But currently, I was in school, talking with my friends at my locker, mostly mocking Charlie and Flora who had been all lovey dovey the night before at a hang out.

“We weren’t like that!” Flora laughed as me and James where fake flirting with each other and I raised my eyebrows at her. “Oh, you are right, you where more like this,”

I grabbed James by the collar and let myself fall back against the lockers, his face close to mine. I laid a hand on his upper arm and the other dramatically on my forehead.

“Oh Charlie, you are so amazing and hot,” I said with closed eyes making my friends laugh as Charlie sarcastically let out a ‘haha’ before telling me to stop.

James grinned and immediately went along, putting one hand on my waist and the other cupping my cheek.

“Oh Flora, you look so good, I can just kiss you all night,” he said and we both laughed as the couple tried to shush us in embarrassment as the others laughed with us.

“Charlie, Lets get out of here and leave these losers, I only need you in my life,” I mocked again. Of course it wasn’t this bad at all, we just loved over exaggerating.

“Yes of course, everything for you my love.” He said trough laughs. I threw my head back against the locker, letting out a small yelp of pain making the others laugh even harder.

“Charlie, lets-” I tried to talk but laughed, making me start over. “Let’s run away and leave everyone behind, we only need each other,” I said dramatically, putting one hand on his cheek and James immediately saw where I was going with it.

“Oh yes, you are everything to me,” he said trough giggles. I then put my thumb on his lips and we both leaned in, pressing our lips against my thumb and Charlie then pulled James away.

“Okay, that’s enough, that’s enough.” He said and we laughed at his red face. I cleaned my thumb with my sleeve and then leaned against James for support to keep myself standing.

He was my best friend since before we even started school. Our parents where friends and we where the very start of our friend group.

Millie joined us in kindergarten and in middleschool we met Luna and at the end of middle school, the twins where the new kids and we also adopted them in our group.

Charlie joined at the start of high school and last year he started dating Flora who we immediately accepted.

When the bell rang, we bid each other goodbye and broke up in a group of two, heading to our classes.

Lloyd POV

I had not received anything from Y/n since our hang out. Of course, I could’ve reached out too but the mission I had that I was called in for when we where hanging out, had been long and tiring.

It had kept me busy as we also still needed to handle things after the happenings. When it was done I had slept for about ten hours before being woken by Kai.

“Lloyd, I’m sorry, but everyone else is busy and I really need to go now to meet up with Skylor because I forgot our date and I have no one to cover my self defence classes.” I had groggily sat up and sighed.

“Yeah, fine, go. I’ll cover for you,” I yawned.

I already regretted going, because when I turned a certain corner, I saw Y/n leaned back against the locker, flirting with a guy before pulling him in and kissing him right on the lips.

I had walked on with clenched teeth and taught the first self defence class of the day. I had hoped to have Y/n in my class that day but was actually relieved when I found out I did not.

I walked home moping, kicking rocks on my way and muttering cuss words as I went.

As I entered the monastery and headed to the kitchen, I was met with Kai and Cole who where arguing about who could get the last piece of cake.

“Jeez, what happened to you? Where you floored by a student?” Kai joked and I looked up in a small haze. “What? Oh, no its nothing, I’m fine.” I said, walking past them to grab something from the fridge.

“If you say so, kid, but if you need advise, we’re right here.” Cole said and I gave him a smile before it fell and I headed for my room.

As I drank my soda, I decided that maybe I should train to get my mind of her, when my phone rang.

Incoming call from ‘my personal trouble maker’

I was about to hang up but stopped myself. No, I was being a dick. I ignored her already a few days ago, and now because I saw her kiss someone I was going to stop talking to her?

That was unfair, just because I liked her, didn’t mean she had to like me back and couldn’t date or kiss other people.

I took the call and pressed the phone against my ear.

“Hey,” I said and she chuckled on the other side. “Lloyd! Jeez, took you long enough, listen, I have so many things to tell you!” She said and it sounded like she was jumping up and down?

“Hm, is that so?” I asked a bit bored and she stopped her giggling. “Are you alright?” She suddenly asked worried and I cursed myself mentally.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m a bit tired, but do tell me,” I apologised and I could just feel her grin from the other side of the line.

Your POV

“Alright, so first of, sorry for not texting a lot has happened, I was threatened with a note or something? Well they where threatening my father with kidnapping me, but that was just a bit vague, though it brought lots of worry to my parents.” I started of, pretty excited to tell him the story.

“But anyway, now I have a bodyguard who follows me to the places I go which is cool I guess. Police are still figuring out what’s going on and all that sort of stuff.” I said and I could hear him splutter on the other side of the line.

“I’m sorry what? You where threatened with a note?” He asked in disbelief, worry in his voice. “Yeah, but it’ll be fine, the police will track them down in no time,” I reassured, even though that was never said by anyone, I just didn’t want him to worry.

“Wait but a bodyguard follows you around?” He asked and I chuckled. “Yeah, pretty cool, huh?” I asked and I heard silence on the other end.

“Wait but- you didn’t have a bodyguard with you today?” He said and I furrowed my brows. “Excuse me?” I asked and he stuttered on the other end.

“That’s sounds weird, sorry. I saw you at school, I covered Kai’s classes again.” He quickly explained. “They will stop next month, did you know that?” He said as if trying to change the topic.

“Why didn’t you come and say hi?” I asked, a bit disappointed at a missed chance to see him. I heard an unexpected huff on the other end of the line, making my brows furrow.

“You seemed busy,” he said rather bitterly and I was silent for a moment in confusion. “With what? What’s wrong?” I asked and it was now his turn to be silent.

“I saw you kissing someone, I thought I’d let you be,” he finally said and I cracked my brains. I kissed someoene today? Who did I kiss? What happened- ohh, James!

“Oh come on, that was just James, we where joking to piss of the couple of our group by fake flirting, my thumb was between that kiss,” I said with a laugh and I could hear him swallow on the other end.

“Really?” He asked a bit sceptical and I was about to answer before stopping. “Lloyd Garmadon, are you jealous!” I called him out and he stuttered on the other end.

“Oh piss of,” he said and I could basically hear his smirk. This boy is going to be the death of me.

I shook my head with a sigh. “If you’re so jealous, you can take me on a date if that’ll make you feel better,” I said and he chuckled on the other end.

“Are you asking me for a date?” He said and I grinned. “Actually, I’m asking me for a date so you don’t have to.” I said and he laughed.

“Alright then, I can see you tomorrow at the same restaurant we went to Monday?” He asked and a giddy smile spread across my face. “Yes! Yes I can’t wait,” I said, embarrassing myself with my over excitement.

“See you then,” he said and I quickly bid him goodbye.

When we hung up, I let myself fall onto the bed and kicked my feet in the air out of happiness. I had a date- of course I had had those before, but I had never developed such a huge crush on someone in such a short time.

I think I could call this the first time I ever had such a big crush.

I quickly called my girls and they did waste time in coming over.

“Damn, your security isn’t joking, we had to do a weapon check at your front door.” Luna said and I chuckled. “Yeah, dad is worried for everyone now, but it’s just basic procedure, it’s not like you are suspect or anything.

“Hmm, does you bodyguard know that? If looks could kill, I swear,” Flora asked and I shrugged. “Both our guards are high on edge since the threats started,” I said and Luna interrupted me.

“Hold one, threats? As in plural?” She asked worried. “Oh I forgot to tell you? Yeah another one arrived, but it didn’t have anything about me in it, so yeah,” I said and they bombarded me with questions… which I couldn’t answer.

“Hey, they barely tell me anything, it’s real unfair, you know?” I said and it was silent for a moment, but Amelia decided to wash away the bad news.

“Well, fuck that! Girl you have a date! Come, we need to find you some decent looking clothes,” she said and I scoffed at her. “You make it sound like I am not wearing decent clothes.” I said and she looked me up and down before shrugging.

“Hey! What is that supposed to mean? Millie!” She walked towards my closet ignoring me and Luna and Flora laughed at us.

I was trying in an outfit and they where judging if it was alright to wear while we made sma talk.

“But, didn’t you just met Lloyd?” Luna asked as she made a gesture to me to turn around, which I did.

“Well, it’s already been over two months, and like- the whole time we hang out it’s just constant flirting, it’s about time we go on a real date,” I said, looking in the mirror I was facing to check out the outfit.

“Jeez, it’s already been two months?” Amelia asked, dismissing the outfit and looking for a new one in my closet with the help of Flora.

“We should really go skating again soon, I mean it is October, then it’ll be more dangerous because everything is wet!” Luna said excitedly. She was one of those people always looking for danger and trouble.

“Here, try this,” Amelia shoved some clothes into my hands before her and Flora sat back down. “Honestly, I started skating around December and that was just scary, I only got better over the summer, now my progress will be gone again,” Flora complained.

We went on like that until we finally found a good outfit for me to wear to my date.

The next day, I was driven by my bodyguard who would be waiting for me in the car.

“Awe come on, Malcolm, you’re not giving me anything to work with,” I slumbered in the back seat as I was trying to pry information from my bodyguard.

“N/n, you know your father gave me orders not to tell you anything,” he chuckled and I threw my hands in the air. “Still! It’s unfair how I’m kept in the dark while I’m also being threatened,” I said and he shrugged.

“I understand that you might feel that way, but I was given orders, which I have to follow,” he said and I grumbled some cuss words.

“Language,” he said and I gave him a look. “Hey, your my bodyguard, not my babysitter,” I said making him grin slightly.

He had been working for my family since before I was born, I’ve known him all my life, he is basically like some sort of uncle.

He stopped in front of the restaurant and looked at me trough the rearview mirror. “Did you you need me to open your door aswel, madam?” I asked with a chique accent.

“I can do that myself, thank you very much,” I laughed, making him smile. “No funny business in there, alright?” He said and I gave him a look. “Don’t you be like that,” I said and stepped out of the car.

Lloyd was waiting for me at the entrance and gave me a smile when I came walking up.

“Don’t you look stunning,” he winked and I chuckled and rolled my eyes slightly. “You look great yourself, who helped you?” I interrogated and he rose his eyebrows in a cocky manner.

“Who says I haven’t decided on clothes myself?” He asked and I gave him a look. “Yeah, no I wouldn’t believe it either. Nya helped me,” he confessed and I smiled.

“Doesn’t surprise me one bit,” I said, before we headed inside of the restaurant. We where sat down at a table and given menu’s.

I didn’t even have to look at it, having already decided I would have the same as last time. He looked, before deciding to go with the carbonara.

When the waiter stopped by, we ordered and he took out menu’s again.

“You where driven here, I saw?” Lloyd said and I shrugged. “I wasn’t allowed to go by myself, but Malcolm will leave us alone, he’s just here for his guarding duties,” I said.

“I wasn’t worried,” Lloyd winked and I gave him a light kick under the table making him smirk.

The conversation carried on, we had a beautiful spot at the window and suddenly the conversation changed to space.

I was fascinated by some of his knowledge and happily talked along, being a huge astronomy fan.

“Don’t you find it weird that every moon as a name except ours?” Lloyd asked and I gave him an offended look, catching him of guard.

“Excuse me- her name is Yue and she is a kind, gentle, loving, lady!” I said and he gave me a weird look before a grin spread across his face.

“Was that an avatar reference?” He asked and I nodded with a huge smile at finding out he knew the show.

The remaining of the date went amazing, it wasn’t your normal date where you have awkward silences and weird questions, no it was fun and genuine.

We fought over who would pay the bill and had a good compromise.

“Alright, how about this. I pay now and you can pay for the next date,” Lloyd suggested and I smirked. “Ohh, is there going to be a next date?” I leaned on my hands, looking into his.

“Well, only if you want of course!” He quickly said, scratching the back of his head awkwardly and I chuckled. “Of course, yes sounds fun, I’ll be taking you to the most luxurious restaurant in town,” I said and he gave me a look.

“Or just a noodle house, whatever you prefer,” I waved my hand and he chuckled before waving over our waiter so he could pay.

After he had paid, we put on our coats and headed outside.

“Thanks for tonight, I had a lot of fun,” I smiled at him, tilting my head slightly to the side. “I had fun to, thank you to making me ask you out,” he said making me laugh.

“I’ll see you another time then?” I asked and he nodded. “Definitely!” He assured.

I hesitated for a moment before standing on my toes and kissing his cheek. His mouth fell slightly agape and his cheeks dusted pink. Mine did aswel and I took a small step back.

“Hey! What did I say? No funny business!” We looked at my bodyguard who had opened the car window.

“Fuck off Malcolm!” I yelled and he grinned as I shook my head. “I’ll catch ya later!” I said and darted towards the car.

When I closed the door and then the window, I glared at the man next to me. “Was that necessary?” I interrogated and he smirked. “Definitely, I told you no funny business,” he said and I grumbled as we drove off.

I was half asleep as we made our way home and woke up with a start when the car came to a sudden stop.

“What is that idiot doing?” Malcolm questioned and I sat up straight to watch.

There was a man on the road. He had a black coat and was wearing a hat, I couldn’t see his face and he walked over to the car.

Not wasting a second, Malcolm locked the doors from the outside and I saw his hand itch to his belt where he held a gun.

The stranger was at the front of the car and laid something on the hood of the car before running off. Neither of us saw what he had laid down and Malcolm unbuckled his belt.

“Stay in the car and I if say you have to exit you do so immediately,” he told me and jumped out of the car to see what the strange man had left.

He looked at it and his eyes narrowed. He dug in his pocket and took out a pair of plastic gloves which he put on.

He picked it up and- it was a note? Again?

He entered the car again and didn’t say anything, I looked at him but he didn’t look back at me.

“What does it say?” I asked, my voice shaking. “It’s another threat- god damnit I should’ve gotten out of the car,” he sighed and I shook my head.

“No, we don’t know what that guy had on him,” I disagreed and tried peaking at the note. With a sigh, Malcolm held it up to me.

Bold are you?

This is your last warning, if you don’t cut it out, you’ll never see your precious daughter again. And don’t think we are bluffing. I have eyes on her as I write this, and that bodyguard outside in the car isn’t going to do much.

My heart started beating faster. They had watched me as I was on my date with Lloyd…

When we got home, Malcolm immediately headed for my dad and I was ushered upstairs, being told to stay in my room and lock my window.

This was so stupid!

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hey so if you can could you by chance do tadc x very clumsy reader who whenever something happens they try to save themself by flirting (but it's like very bad)? I'm picturing a scenario where the reader is trying to walk on like a tightrope and falls landing face first in front of their s/o looks up and just says "I must be an angel because I just fell for you". Thank you in advance if you do take this request, and have an amazing day/night!

TADC cast x clumsy but flirty!reader !

my dear sillies youre going to have to come up with the flirts/pickup lines on your own because admin has zero rizz soooooo TToTT i didnt make meringue cookies today, so sad... but i think i might make them tomorrow! im a little torn on flavors, though... i got vanilla, almond, peppermint, strawberry, orange, and raspberry extract... i think i might do plain vanilla, though! shrugs

CAINE:

honestly i think he might just forget that you completely embarrassed yourself and return the same energy by flirting back with you know? but thats just caine being caine, probably picks you up via literally grabbing you by the back of your shirt and dragging you back to your feet. i think if you guys are close, be it dating or just friends, he might tease you about the line... its going to be a while before you hear the end of it... does make sure youre not hurt, though.. cant have an unhappy circus member under his watch

POMNI:

out of confusion gives a sheepish and awkward "thaaaaaaanks..." before realizing that you just fell from the top of the tent and splatted onto the ground. sure youre going to be fine, given that this is in the digital world. but pomnis shock fades and is replaced by worry and concern as she runs over to make sure youre alright... actually i dont even think she would register that you flirted with her, much less that you did it to play off your shame... at least not until later, probably hours after the event as she replays the moment in her head before going to bed... honestly the line was probably so bad it made her inwardly cringe, just a tiny bit

RAGATHA:

tries not to be phased by the line but honestly i can see ragatha being into cheesy and cliche shitty pickup lines, but after a moments pause shes fretting over you and trying to peel you off of the circus floor... lightly scolds you for even attempting something so dangerous. i mean sure, you wont die since this is the digital world and you wont have any long lasting damage and unlike pomni, ragatha is very aware and very used to this fact. but theres still that instinct, you know? probably gets onto you for trying to play it off, i mean youre in pain and your first instinct is to come onto her? probably tries to deter you from doing things that can get you hurt in the future....

JAX:

probably retaliates with a.... whats the opposite of a flrty pick up line? like he deflects it and crushes it in a teasing way... regardless of if he knows youre doing it to save your pride. no one flusters this man, no-sir-ee-bob! similar to caine hes not going to let you hear the end of it, but he also brings up the incident of you being clumsy to further push the point... a little bit of a dick about it but he thinks its funny, probably also laughs just a little. i mean he said he likes seeing funny things happening to people, and as long as no one is actually being REALLY hurt/permanently hurt/dying then everything is free game in his eyes

KINGER:

so you know how in pomnis part, she doesnt even register that youre trying to playfully flirt with her but she realizes it hours later? honestly i dont think kinger would recognize that it was a pickup line, ever. hes way too busy panicking and freaking out and trying to pull you up off of the ground. probably gently shaking and rocking you about as hes checking your body over for any injuries, forgetting that you cant really get those in the digital world in the heat of his panic... seriously, one of these days youre going to give this poor man a heart attack, please take it easy for his sake....

ZOOBLE:

rolls their eyes and scoffs, before grabbing your arm and pulling you up. theyre open about saying that your pick up lines are dumb and cheesy, but they dont exactly make fun of you for using them to protect your pride. do they think its pathetic? only a little bit, just own up to the shame man, thats what they think you should do... but its your choice... no they just think the lines themselves are... euuguhgh... you know? honestly if they knew any better lines theyd probably offer to teach you some, but alas, they dont. they dont really strike me as the type to be a flirty person... probably gives you /that/ look when you so much as imply youre going to do something that has a high change of ending in disaster

GANGLE:

not phased by the pickup line, shes just standing there in shock. you know how gangle looked when zooble got disassembled in the pilot? she looks at you with a similar look, if not the exact same one. if her comedy mask if broken, perhaps she even lets out a short and soft whine in place of crying... if she doesnt burst out into panic tears, at least. makes no comment about your flirting for the most part, but i think she would meekly try to push you away from doing anything dangerous... ponders

[izunias-meme-hole]

Since you've been rebloging this clown like crazy, who are your favorite Jokers?

Oh no... how could I ever choose?

Anyway.

Number 10. Brave And The Bold - A Silver Age inspired Joker with the Golden Age design and genuine menace. A pretty good combo if you ask me!

Number 9. 1966/Caesar Romero - He's the most iconic of the purely campy Jokers, and honestly he's just fun. I know that's not a heavy reason to like this iteration of the character, but it's true.

Number 8. Gotham - The Valeska Twins share a spot, purely because Cameron Monaghan's performance as them was so great. First there was Jerome, who was originally supposed to be a one-off possible Joker, and remained that way throughout the entire show even as he became somewhat of a Proto-Joker that was simultaneously heinous and fun. Though near the end of the show's 4th season, Jerome dies, but his twin brother Jeremiah ends up getting infected with an insanity gas that his brother cooked up, turning Jeremiah into a Golden Age inspired Proto-Joker who slowly evolves into the clown that we're more familiar with.

Number 7. The Batman 2004 - This clown offers almost everything you'd want, but they're all packed within an extremely different exterior! His bare feet, dreads that resemble a jesters hat, Kevin Michael Richardson voicing him, and just how athletic and animalistic he is make this Joker unique, even if what he brings to the table is still pure fun mixed with genuine heinousness and a bat obsession.

Number 6. Arkhamverse - Despite having that shit final boss and his bad habit of constantly overshadowing other villains, Joker in these games is an absolute blast to see and hear. Doesn't matter that he's a big bad, a secondary antagonist, or just "flirting with Batsy", he's great. It also helps that both Mark Hamill and Troy Baker do a phenomenal job at bringing him to life.

Number 5. Golden Age - Ah, Original!Joker my beloved. A scary as shit cunning sociopath with a haunting grin, clownish exterior, and a nice purple suit who just came outta nowhere. Plain, simple, yet very effective at the time.

Number 4. Nolanverse/Heath Ledger - I swear to god Heath Ledger's take on Joker is the definition of "don't judge a book by its cover" because while he kinda spawned more cringeworthy and edgier Jokers (Lookin' at the New 52 & Leto), he also manages to distill the essence of the character perfectly. He's colorful yet subtle, funny yet terrifying, arrogant yet self-deprecating, brilliant yet insane, motivated to cause chaos yet feeling the need to justify that chaos to the rest of the world, hates Batman yet loves him, and he just simply exists. My only real issue with him is that he isn't baroque or absurd enough visually.

Number 3. Batman 1989/Jack Nicholson - Perfect casting, perfect costume, feels like he leapt straight outta the comics and onto the big screen, and he has a near perfect origin. If only he wasn't responsible for the death of the Waynes. Still he's a phenomenal elseworlds Joker and an ICON.

Number 2. BTAS/DCAU - Forever one of the best Joker adaptations. Mark Hamill's voice was perfect for the clown, his designs are iconic, his origin being a perfect blend between "we know what he's about" and "we don't know shit," he's still funny yet terrifying, he's a chaotic artist, his toxic dynamic with Harley Quinn was perfect (which is funny since Quinn was invented FOR BTAS), his death and actual defeat were cathartic, and overall he's the most comic-accurate yet innovative Joker.

Number 1. Post-Crisis Comics - We got Joker's Five-Way Revenge, Laughing Fish, Dreadful Birthday Joker, The Killing Joke, and A Death In The Family out of this iteration of the character, all of which pretty much came to define The Joker in one way or another, for better or worse. Out of all of the reboots of DC's universe, Post-Crisis had THE Joker.

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Vanilla Xiaojun? You got it! This blog needs more vanilla sex. As per my own definition in this post, I define vanilla as "Sweet, plain, innocent or inexperienced sex". I hope this story is what you wanted 😊😘

One-shot #8 (requested): Your crush on best friend Xiaojun (WayV) finally leads to sex during movie night

Celebrity: WayV Xiaojun

Content: Sweet/cute, Missionary, Fingering/Eating pussy

Type of Sex: VANILLA

Word Count: 6.2k

This is the 8th story in my Mixed One-shots series with smut about k-pop and non-kpop celebrities.

You've been friends with Xiaojun for quite some time. You've always been interested in more, and you think he's been flirting with you too. But you've never had a boyfriend and don't know how to handle the situation. For something to happen between you, he would have to be the one to take the first step. And God knows, you've been desperately hoping that he will.

You return to your room with a bowl of popcorn in hand. “Goodnight,” you reply to your parents in the hallway, as they get ready to sleep. “Yes, I promise! Just a few more rounds then we're done.”

Xiaojun is lounging on your bed with a video game controller in his hand, fully focused on TV screen at the foot of the bed. You put the bowl on the bedside table and sit down beside him.

“It's late. I should go,” he says and pauses the game.

“No,” you reply.

“One more round?” he asks.

“No,” you repeat. “I need a break. A movie?”

“You heard your parents though.”

“Yes. We don't need to finish it tonight.”

Xiaojun turns to look at you. “Alright,” he says and smiles. “Your house, your rules.”

Half a movie is not what you had promised your parents and you know it, but surely they'll be fine with it. Xiaojun is your best friend after all. You're not tired, it's not the first time Xiaojun stays late, and you certainly don't want him to go home yet.

Xiaojun hands you the controller. You find the app of choice and begin to scroll through the selection. He always lets you choose. Even though you always ask if he's OK with your suggestion, he never says no. It's almost annoying.

Xiaojun scoots down on the bed, leans back and puts an arm behind his head. His other hand is resting on the mattress behind you. You're sitting up straight, and while you focus on finding a movie to watch, he begins to stroke your back.

You can almost feel his eyes upon you. A piercing, thrilling sensation as he gently touches you.

“This one?” you ask and turn to look at him. The touch is new. You like it. You can hardly think straight.

“Sure,” he says and smiles.

You start the movie and find a pillow to fluff behind you. As you lean into it, Xiaojun's arm gets stuck under you. The fact that he didn't move it surprises you. His presence and closeness generates a wonderful but scary atmosphere in the room, a tension that makes your heart beat a little faster.

“Too loud,” you say and suddenly reach for a remote on the bedside table. Partly because your parents are just a few doors away, but also because the presence of Xiaojun's arm is making you neverous.

You turn down the volume, return the remote, and find yourself wondering: has Xiaojun removed the arm and hand? Was it an accident that he let you lie down on him? Did he perhaps want to touch you, and if so, what does that mean?

You secretly hope that he's still there. You desperately want him to be. But you feel certain that he's not, and you imagine that he's scooted over and folded his hands on his stomach, the way he usually does when you're watching something together. God, you want to be close to the man so bad.

You move down on the bed to match Xiaojun's position, and slowly lay down beside him. The movie has stated, the popcorn are ready and waiting, but you don't care about any of that.

To your surprise, the hand hasn't moved at all. Xiaojun has been laying perfectly still behind your back, equally nervously while awaiting your return and reaction.

You find yourself rolling into his arms. He actually pushes your waist as if he wants you to move closer to him.

You stare wide-eyed at he TV. Your head rests on Xiaojun's shoulder, and you feel his hip press against your side. The whole thing feels great, and you wonder why you haven't laid like this before.

You actually get quite comfortable. The position is cozy, and after a few minutes you get used to it. Your heartbeat steadies and you even manage to pay attention to the movie playing by your feet. You reach for some popcorn without getting up, and smile to yourself as you chew them. You could get used to this.

Little do you know, however, that Xiaojun absolutely cannot focus. Well, he can, but only one thing: you, your body, how it makes him feel the way you lie close to him, and how excited he is that you haven't removed his arm around your shoulder. He's totally extatic to find himself in this position with you.

His arm is, however, starting to fall asleep. And, he wants to be closer to you still. So ten minutes into the movie he rolls toward you.

He moves his arm up and you raise your head to free him. He puts the arm in the space under your neck. Simultaneously, he rests his leg on top of yours, and puts his other hand gently on your stomach. He wants to see your reaction, if perhaps this time you'll stop him.

You're afraid to look at him, but stopping him is the last thing you want to do. Xiaojun's repositioning takes only a second, but it abruptly pulls you away from the movie. You're suddenly on full alert, all of your senses focused on Xiaojun beside you, and what his next move might be.

Xiaojun is relieved that you aren't discouraging him. It makes him feel braver, more committed to you rather than the movie, which he didn't care much for to begin with.

He caresses your stomach over your shirt. You lay there mesmerized, completely consumed by the situation. It doesn't take long before he pulls your shirt up slightly, and his fingers touch your bare skin for the first time.

The action makes you freeze. You lay stiff, unable to move, more nervous than ever before. Does all this mean what you think it means, or are you totally over-thinking the whole thing?

Xiaojun becomes more daring still. He reaches further inside your shirt, and he rolls completely on his side, pressing his whole body tighter against yours.

Instinctively and to your own regret, you roll on your side with your back toward him. You want him to touch you so bad, but the emotions rushing through your body are new, and you've never been in this situation before. You don't know what to do with any of it.

Xiaojun is surprised when your body turns away from him, and he can't help but wonder if he's pushed you too far already. Maybe you don't want this at all but are too afraid to say no. Still, he wants you so bad, and he doesn't want to stop.

He's hard. So hard, but afraid to show it to you. All he wants is to touch every bit of you, run his fingers over your bare skin, feel your naked body against his, rub his solid dick against you, and kiss your neck and lips without any worry.

But he can't. You haven't given him permission to. He hopes but doesn't know if you want the same thing, and so he takes his time to explore and figure out your boundaries.

It doesn't take long, however, before his hand has reached your chest. His fingers brush against your bra, and with each passing minute they venture a little higher. Soon enough, he's cupping your boobs, with an arm tightly wrapped around your body, squeezing and pressing you harder against his own chest and groin.

This is a turning point. He's touching a very sensitive area, one no ordinary friend is allowed to touch. You aren't stopping him, and you certainly don't want him to stop. The fact that you're letting him touch you like this says something, but he can't be quite sure if you really want this, and for that reason it's as far as he'll go.

Actually, that not entirely true. He does one more thing which sends sparks flying through your body. While rubbing his hand all over your front inside the shirt, he occasionally rocks his hips back and forth, pressing his groin harder against your ass. Gradually, he's less and less afraid that you will feel what's hiding in his pants.

After the third time he does this, you're convinced that he has a boner poking at your ass cheeks. Despite being afraid to do anything about it, it turns you on enormously.

Simultaneously, you suddenly feel a great sensation on your neck. Xiaojun begins to kiss it gently, sending shockwaves through your body. It feels absolutely amazing, the way he holds you, touches you, breathes down your neck and kisses your skin.

You haven't focused on the movie for half an hour. Slowly, you're starting to realize things on your own. You may lack experience, but it's obvious even to you that Xiaojun is interested in more than just being your friend.

You lay like this for quite a long time, spooning while Xiaojun feels and kisses you softly. The movie has passed the half way mark when things finally escalate.

Xiaojun should long since have gone home, and you wonder if your parents are still awake. But when his hand moves from your bare stomach to your breasts for the millionth time, and he wraps his leg tighter around yours while pressing his whole body against you once again, your brain finally catches up.

Without thinking, you suddenly turn to face your friend. You do a one-eighty and your faces almost touch. You're afraid to look him in the eye, but your noses brush together. His hand inside your shirt moves from your chest and stomach to your back.

The change of position does something to Xiaojun. He moves his hand higher and grabs your shoulder, causing your shirt to slide higher up your body. He looks at you with lust and anticipation, and when you open your eyes and meet his gaze, you instinctively move in to kiss him on the lips.

It feels incredible. You've wanted to do this for so long. You've worried about it, about how it would work and how you could make it happen, but now it comes naturally to both of you.

The kiss leads to a make-out session. Xiaojun's hand moves up and down your back, and occasionally over your ass and thighs. He's feeling you up, taking you in, and the soft kisses make you feel both weak and empowered at the same time. It's your dream come true, and you can't describe how good it makes you feel inside.

Xiaojun too is extatic. He can hardly belive that he gets to touch and make out with you, the girl he's desired for so long. He's harder than ever but still afraid to show it, until eventually he decides it's time to just go for it. If you want to stop him, he will.

In a sudden move he rolls onto you, gently pushing you on your back while climbing on top of your body. Your lips remain engaged and you instinctively spread your legs, while you wrap your arms around his back and shoulders.

Xiaojun immediately starts to rock his body back and forth. His lustful movements make your bodies move as one, as his groin pushes your ass deep into the mattress, and you bounce back up each time he lifts his ass.

You let out a soft moan. He doesn't know it yet, but you're so wet for the man, eager to feel more of him.

Now it's your turn to touch his bare body for the first time. Your hand catches the bottom of his shirt, and effortlessly slides inside it. You caress his lower back, and feel the seams of his pants. If only he knew how badly you want to rip his clothes off, and let him do things to you that you haven't even imagined before.

Your own shirt is up to your neck, and Xiaojun is repeatedly squeezing your breasts over the bra. The grander his humping motions become, the higher up you pull his shirt too.

When it's up to his neck and his bare chest presses against your boobs, he suddenly sits up straight between your legs to take the shirt off. You open your eyes wide and watch eagerly as the man exposes himself to you.

He's slim but soft, has a small tummy and flat chest. It's the first time you see a shirtless man this close, and it does things to your body.

Xiaojun quickly comes back down over you, and starts to kiss your cheeks and neck. For the first time, you feel his naked upper body in your arms. If only he knew how badly you've wanted to get this far, and how often you've dreamed of this moment. It feels so much better than you've ever expected.

Xiaojun too is eager and horny. He rapidly pulls your shirt over your neck, and you raise your head and upper back to help him take it off completely. For a brief moment, he glances down to take in the view of your naked waist and shoulders.

His groin presses harder between your thighs when he stretches his arms and pushes his body high above yours. You meet each other's eyes and both burst out in big smiles.

His smiling face is a relief. It's finally completely clear to both of you that you both want this, and it's only a matter of figuring out just how far you're willing to go.

Xiaojun is first to explore that limit further. He reaches down with a hand between your legs, to your pants where he pushes his fingers inside the seams. He feels the outskirt of your pussy inside your panties, and the touch sends a shock wave through your body.

You instinctively arch your back and hold your breath. He doesn't hesitate to let the fingers venture inside. He starts to pleasure you with his tips while towering over you, making little circles around your folds, before the fingers slide all the way into your hole.

They immediately become lubricated by your fluids. The natural lube makes the penetration easy, as he sticks his fingers so deep he can't reach any further.

They rub your insides as he explores the vast space of your pussy. Your eyes are closed, but you occasionally open them out of curiosity. You immediately close them when you meet Xiaojun's eyes towering above your head.

He has his mouth wide open. He's almost drooling from the corner of his lips. His hip and ass are raised high to give his hand space, but you can still feel his body press against your legs and sides. It's an amazing experience.

While Xiaojun is fingering your clit, your hands rest on his naked upper body, gently and occasionally moving on their own. You feel his hot chest, stomach, waist and back with the palms of your hands.

Every now and then you slowly roll your ass. It's an instinctive move which helps him get a deeper penetration.

Eventually, you touch his ass over his pants, then trace the seams to the front. You find a button and undo it, then pull down the zipper that covers his hard cock.

Xiaojun loves that you've taken this initiative. He experiences an immense pleasure when his crotch is released from the tight grip of his pants. The outline of his boner is clear through his underwear, which becomes obvious to you when you touch it for the first time.

This – the way you're undressing him – is what eventually tips Xiaojun over the edge. He suddenly climbs off you and rolls on his back, where he lifts his ass to pull the pants down. It's a gamble, it might be too far for your comfort, but he's willing to take the risk.

He's suddenly down to only his underwear, which surprises you. He becomes aware that you're laying motionless beside him, looking at his body, and he can sense that you might be having second thoughts.

“Is this okay?” he asks.

“Yes,” you reply. You want to say so much more, but what words could possibly describe what you feel and want in this moment.

Xiaojun rolls on his side while you're on your back, and starts to undo your pants too. You smile at each other and giggle when they become loosened. He half way sits up and pulls them down your ass and hips. Encouraged by the fact that you're still not saying no, he slides them all the way down your legs, where you quickly kick them off your feet.

You're suddenly both in your underwear, laying exposed side by side, wondering how you got so luck to have come this far.

Xiaojun leans in and kisses you deeply. He touches your naked body gently, and when he reaches your breasts he dares to ask the question: “Wanna take it off?”

It's a very soft-spoken, gentle request. There's a hint of uncertainty in his voice. But there doesn't need to be, as you've wanted to take your bra off since the first time Xiaojun's fingers brushed against it, nearly an hour ago.

You sit up and reach behind your back. You let the bra straps glide down your shoulders. You cover your chest with your arm, but after a moment's hesitation remove it to let the bra fall off completely.

Xiaojun can hardly contain himself. He smiles wide and immediately reaches out to touch your naked body when you present it to him. You lay back down on your back, and he instantly falls in to kiss your breasts.

His lips jump around the nipples. He sticks his tongue out and sucks, while massaging the boob he currently doesn't have his face attached to.

Then he moves on to the space between the breasts. He plants his soft lips in new and exciting places every time they change position, places no one has ever kissed you before.

He sits up on his knees and moves down, to your rib cage, stomach and just above your belly button. As his head moves down your body his hands follow, gliding lovingly against your sides.

When he reaches the area just above your vagina and pantie line, the hands catch up. He digs his fingers under the seams and pulls, slowly bringing your last piece of clothing down over your ass and thighs.

When they're over your knees and he has free access to all of you, his lips make little jumps across the insides of your thighs, until they reach the area between your legs.

He kisses your folds and sticks out his tongue. It plays around the outskirt of your vagina, until the tip of it reaches in and licks your folds.

You spread your legs wide and grab the man by the head. You run your fingers through his hair while he pleasures you, and now it's your turn to produce saliva that accumulates in the corner of your mouth.

You had never imagined you would be in this position when you said goodnight to your parents and returned to the room with popcorn.

At some point – you've lost track of time and have no idea how long it's been – Xiaojun grows weary of licking your clit. He suddenly moves up, climbing between your legs, pressing his body down on yours with such lust it squeezes your juices out of your vagina.

His hard dick is still constrained by his underwear. You start to make out, but while you're enjoying all of his exposed body you make no effort to go all the way. The nervous feeling from before suddenly returns, as you realize that you might be about to lose your virginity.

“Condom?” Xiaojun suddenly asks.

You think for a moment. The question has taken you by surprise. You haven't thought this far ahead.

“Ehm, maybe not,” you eventually reply.

Xiaojun takes your rejection well. “Okay,” he says and smiles, then returns to kissing your lips, touching your boobs, and rocking his hips and ass up and down between your legs.

It was not the response you actually wanted to give him. It was the one that felt easiest. It doesn't take long before you regret your decision, and Xiaojun's positive and understanding reaction has helped to make you more comfortable with the situation.

“Alright,” you say after a few minutes. “Do you have a condom?”

Xiaojun's face instantly lights up. He doesn't even answer, but abruptly sits up and scoots over, sliding out of bed with determination. Still in his underwear, he bends down to reach into a bag he's brought with him to the game and movie night with his friend.

He returns to the bed with a wrapped condom in hand. You look on without a hint of desire on your face, but completely excited and consumed on the inside. The possibility of penetrative sex is exciting to both of you, but oh so new to you. As much as it thrills you, you're definitely worried.

You watch as Xiaojun lies on his back beside you. He bites the condom wrapper to tear it open. He reaches down to take off his underwear, fully aware that you're probably observing him carefully and maybe seeing a live dick for the first time. He's not ashamed to reveal himself to you, only eager to get the condom in place and return to his position on top of you.

You turn on your side and lean on your elbow while he holds his dick by the root, pointing it straight up. You can't take your eyes off it. He places the silicone circle on the tip of the shaft.

“Can I?” you suddenly ask, interrupting his focused work.

Xiaojun looks up at you with delight in his eyes. “Sure,” he says and smiles wide. He suspects but doesn't know if it's the first time ever you put a condom on a man's penis.

It is, but you actually know what to do. Though it's been some years, you once got to try it in school. Of course it wasn't an actual penis, but you also have friends who have told you all about their experiences with boyfriends and sexual partners. Though everything is new and you feel nervous, you're not completely in the dark.

You sit up with your legs folded under you. You touch the cock while Xiaojun helps you by holding the root steady. You place your fingers around the silicone circle, press the tip to let the air out, then roll it down the full length of Xiaojun's solid shaft.

“Ahh,” he moans. He's so turned on he could burst right here and now. You have no idea how long he's wanted to do this. That he's finally getting to have sex with you is the realization of all of his sexual fantasies since the day you became friends.

To have your hand on his cock, naked body beside him, and to know that he will get to penetrate you any moment now, is a dream come true. His excitement is only matched by your own.

When the dick has been adequately covered Xiaojun doesn't hesitate to roll back toward you, kiss you deeply, and climb back on top of you. He immediately finds his position between your legs again, and lovingly rocks his body with the dick squeezed between your lower stomachs.

“Are you sure?” he asks while slowly gliding back and forth.

“Yeah,” you say while holding his strong arms. You're not sure what to expect, but you know that whatever happens next, you want it with all your heart.

Xiaojun, however, makes no effort to change anything to what you're already doing. He keeps humping you slowly, rubbing his dick between you. You're so hot and horny and into what you're doing that you don't think about it. But after a while the thought hits you that maybe you're the one who's meant to do something.

You could lie like this forever, naked and entangled in the sheets, Xiaojun's naked body gently resting on yours. But you know there's more, and you suddenly wonder what it should feel like. Is this it?

You're not sure for how long you lay there contemplating this, your mind switching rapidly between the pleasure of it all and your own insecurity. Your thoughts alter between Xiaojun's sexy body and how good it feels to touch, going completely blank when the lust consumes you, and becoming fully fixed on every single movement you make, worried about making any mistakes.

In reality, it hasn't been long at all before Xiaojun prepositions himself slightly, and the dick finds its way on its own. The head pokes around your folds briefly, then is pushed part way inside your vagina when he thrusts gently forward.

You weren't making much movement before, but now your body freezes up completely. You become tense and focused when you finally feel the dick stretching your lips. Xiaojun's rocking motions pushes the head deeper with each slow thrust, until it's fully engulfed and half of his shaft is inside you.

“Does it hurt?” Xiaojun asks.

The question abruptly pulls you back to the room. It does hurt a little, but you're afraid to admit it. “No,” you lie.

This relaxes Xiaojun, who rests his face next to yours on the bed and starts to move his ass a little faster.

Your arms are locked around his back. Your hands occasionally glide slightly down his spine and up again. You struggle to get fully into it again though.

You focus on the sensation of Xiaojun's dick inside you. You analyse how it feels, as you gradually loosen up and the pain goes away. It actually feels pretty nice. Then the thought of your parents suddenly return, which pulls you back out of the moment.

They're not far away, and the walls are far from sound proof. You promised them that you would only play a few more games on the Playstation. With your hands on Xiaojun's shoulders as he thrusts his dick repeatedly into you, you raise your head to glance at the TV.

The movie is over. You've been here for what, more than an hour and a half? And here you still are, in the middle of the night, losing your virginity to your crush who should have left long ago. You hope with all your heart that your parents have long since passed out and won't suspect a thing.

Your thoughts shift again, however, when Xiaojun let's out a low grunt right next to your ear. You suddenly become fully aware of what you're doing. Your focus returns to the sex you're already deeply engaged in, an activity you certainly don't want to stop now that it feels pleasurable. No parent in the world can make you, and you'll deal with the consequences later.

The sex is starting to feel pretty great even, especially conidering that it's your first time. There's something about the way Xiaojun moves, how soft and loving he is, and how slow and caring he's been throughout the whole thing. He's your friend, you want him desperately, and you're currently having him. There's nothing wrong, awkward or painful about the situation at all. The nervous feeling you've had throughout the evening has gone away completely.

You're suddenly in a bubble of sex and eroticism, as all other thoughts and feelings are shut out. You think only of Xiaojun's warm and wonderful body, on the sensation of his dick inside you, and finally your mind goes blank again. The incredible feeling of finally getting to sleep with your crush takes a complete hold of your body and mind, of all your senses, and nothing else in the world exists.

Mindless and instinctive, your hands begin to explore. They slide further up and down Xiaojun's back, taking in the intricate changes in his muscles as he moves his ass up and down. You raise your knees and feel his hands on your body as they glide down to your ass cheeks and thighs.

The pleasure between your legs intensifies. You realize that this is what sex is and what it should feel like. When you shut out the world, and Xiaojun's body and dick inside you is all that matters, you've reached the peak of how far your first time will take you.

Xiaojun, however, is not there yet. He's getting ever closer to an orgasm and you can sense the change in him when he raises his head and kisses your lips. You've had your eyes closed and he has had his face buried next to you for most of the time since he penetrated you, but when you briefly open your eyes you see how twisted his face has become. He's tensing and clutching his teeth, letting out fast but shallow breaths of air near your mouth.

When his head falls down beside you again, his hands move up your sides and reach in under your back. He grabs hold of your shoulders and uses his arms to pull the full length of your body repeatedly onto his shaft. Simultaneously, he becomes stiff and starts to move his ass faster, thrusting his dick inside you at an ever increasing pace.

You don't even care that the mattress starts shaking, and the bed slams a few times against the wall. It's the unmistakable sound of good sex, but the thought of your parents only appears in your mind for a split second.

Maybe the walls aren't that thin. They're probably already sound asleep. All the excuses you can think of rush through your head before Xiaojun can even make his next passionate push and pull into you.

He does, however, have similar worries as you do and quickly acts on them. Perhaps that's why you're able to let go of your thoughts so quickly. When the bed slams hard a third time, he stops pulling your shoulders and instead moves his ass faster.

His body freezes. All off him stays in a fixed position, except the ass which bounces up and down. In this locked position the only sounds are the gentle squeaks of the springs in the mattress and Xiaojun's low panting by your side. You used to think that these sounds were loud and a cause for concern, but now your mind doesn't even register them.

There's another change to the soundscape, however, which does catch your attention. Xiaojun's breathing suddenly stops. He appears to be holding his breath, and his grip around your shoulders hardens.

Can this be it? Is he close? How long does sex usually last? You suddenly have questions you haven't thought of before, but they go away the moment you get the answer.

At first, Xiaojun's body and rhythm doesn't change at all, but he suddenly gasps for air by your ear. He fills his lungs through fast and shallow breaths. His skin instantly feels hotter, and his dick hardens and widens inside you. Finally, he pushes hard inside you as he erupts, his entire body jolting in your arms.

You're still not quite sure if he's finished. The jolts repeat several times though, before his thrusts slow down as the muscles in his body begin to relax.

He lifts his head and kisses you on the lips again. This time, his face is not strained and twisted like before. He looks flustered. His mouth is half open, and it's like he's just spent all the energy he had.

His body weights heavy on you when it calms down, and that's the moment you realize that it is indeed over. Your hands glide down his side as you too begin to relax, and you gently hold him around the waist.

He eventually stops moving his ass altogether and suddenly bursts out in a big smile. It dawns of you that you've just experienced your first time, and your first male orgasm. It feels good, and your heart is filled with love when you see him smile down at you.

Your mind gradually returns from another world. It goes from blank to fully aware of where you are and what you've done. You return Xiaojun's kiss, but he's unable to give you more than one. His soft, wet lips remain planted on yours, just resting there with no effort to move, as the he man is completely spent.

The lips slide off your face and his head falls back beside you on the bed. You put your arms all the way around his back, and lower your knees beside him. Stretched out and wrapped in a loving embrace, you take a minute to calm down, reflect and simply enjoy the moment.

Eventually, Xiaojun raises his upper body and slowly comes off you. His slack dick slides out of your vagina and he quickly grabs it. He rolls away and sits down on his ass to remove the condom.

He has his back toward you and you can't see what he's doing, but you catch a glimpse of the tied-up and cum-filled condom when he turns and bends over to carefully lay it down on the floor.

You take the chance to touch his back and ass one last time when he leans down over the edge of the bed. When he returns, he rolls into your arms and kiss your cheek. He rests his head on your shoulder, and you smile wide to yourself.

“Did it hurt?” he asks again.

“No,” you say, a satisfied expression on your face. ”It felt good.”

It wasn't a lie at all. The sex was good, and you're immensely relieved to finally have gotten past the months of agonizing longing. Xiaojun is no longer just your friend. You can't help but wonder where things will go from here.

*****

Half an hour after he's finished, Xiaojun rolls away from you and gets out of bed. Naked, he starts looking for and collecting his clothes. You admire his fit body as he puts on his shirt and underwear.

Neither of you say a word. Occasionally, you catch each other's eyes and giggle quietly. You remain motionless and stretched out on the bed, naked and happy.

“I should go,” Xiaojun eventually whispers. You know he should, but you don't want him to.

“Okay,” you say.

When he's fully dressed he comes over to give you one last kiss on the lips. He's as happy as you are that you've finally come this far in your relationship.

“You think your parents know I'm still here?” he asks.

It's the question that has been on your mind since the sex ended. “I don't know. I'll make up some excuse if they say anything. That you wanted to keep playing because you kept losing to me or something.”

Xiaojun snickers. “As if I would lose to you,” he jokes and laughs.

He lingers near the door, looking at and admiring your naked body. Then he turns around and puts a hand on the door handle.

“See you tomorrow?” he asks.

“See you tomorrow,” you confirm and smile softly.

Then he opens the door, sticks his head out and looks around before he steps out. He leaves without another word. He carefully closes the door behind him, and the last thing you see is his adorable face smiling through the crack.

The room and house suddenly becomes completely quiet. You imagine Xiaojun as he sneaks down the stairs, puts on his shoes and leaves. You can't wait to see him again tomorrow.

Shit, you think when you suddenly realize that you need to lock the door after him. You stay in bed for another minute, until you feel sure that he's gone. Then you get out of bed, put your panties and shirt back on, and step outside.

On your way back up the stairs you hear your parent's bedroom door open. In the hallway, you meet your father and your heart skips a beat.

“Still up?” he asks and smiles at you in the dark.

“Yeah, I had to pee,” you lie.

“You had to go downstairs for that?” he asks calmly.

You don't know what to respond to that, but you don't need to say anything. Your father beats you to it.

“We'll talk about it tomorrow, okay?” he says in a loving voice.

“Okay,” you say slowly. The idea should worry you, but you actually feel quite good about it. Your first time was safe, felt good, and was with a person you trust. You know you haven't done anything wrong.

“Goodnight,” your father says before he opens the door to the upstairs bathroom.

“Goodnight dad,” you reply and smile. Then you return to your own room.

Back in bed, you stare at the ceiling and smile to yourself. Today could not have been any better.

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The High Councillors of Morilast

(As of Obsidian Sapphires; some of the notable predecessors will come later 👀)

Seven individuals of contrasted paths, united by murder and the legacy of their namesake's desire for divinity. Rumours, stories and superstitions dating back thousands of years decorate their title, for which they are the next chapter, as Helinda's Magistrate grows restless.

Morilaste sits north of Helinda, nestled in the foothills of the Vilhaontian Steppes. Though separate in their daily affairs, the Court of Morilast is still bound by Helinda's founding treaty. Upon inheriting the Mark of Morilast, embedded is a stipulation that for every moment after a day and a minute that a High Councillor spends outside Morilaste's borders, they will descend into madness.

The Cast

Arguably the hallmark of anyone afflicted with his Mark, a painful process by which one undergoes a severe growth spurt that shoots them to literal new heights. Actual biological giants in this world don't grow this tall, the general average range is 20-32 feet (tallest non-spelled giant was 38 feet tall, which is still short by High Councillor standards)

The Serpent Soulsinger — Najsha

She's devious, daring, with a touch of arrogance. To strike a deal with her is to get a piece of jewellery to signify it. Her signature hallmark is the serpent, she has a golden snake ring on her right hand that she's fearful of breaking above all else. Also, she has purple fire.

(Features here)

The High Riding Menace — Namon

Life is an opportunity to be seized. He's an adventurous, fun-loving sort, but could do with being more serious when it matters. Also, he has attempted to flirt with Eshani on more than one occasion.

The Sage — Ordune

The foil and balancing act amongst a group of High Councillors with a penchant for death and drama, his calm and measured disposition is a benefit for most. Also of particular importance to Affril (beneath all of Affril's jokes and banter and failure to admit that)

The Fox Prince — Affril

A strong flamboyant streak bursts through him. Drama and grandeur are his specialty, nothing angers him more than being upstaged. (He is a bit sensitive by times, quick enough to anger.)

Also, has an excellent eye for art and aesthetics. From a sharp fashion sense to adorning his manor with gold filigree and fine paintings, statues, other artworks, he doesn't shy away from the bright and bold.

(Also, one of the prominent High Councillors in Soulswapped)

Lady Alchemist — Orlaith

A wolf in lamb's clothing. Her calm, quiet nature and short stature in comparison to the others makes her overlooked. But she enjoys it. Her skills lie in alchemy, making potions and cures for whenever someone needs it. She's also an expert in poisons and intricate spellwork, with a natural affinity for water.

Fate's Prodigy — Eshani

The newest on the block, having only gotten her Mark ten years prior, yet has slipped in like a hand to the glove. People admire and fear her, not realising just how many secrets are flowing around in her head. (Claudia attempts to use her sometimes, for Eshani has some of what she lacks; elemental magic [fire] and a personality that draws people in.)

(Features here)

(Also, one of the perspective characters in Obsidian Sapphires)

Morilast's Reprisal — Claudia

Just as Helinda's superstition of crows being associated with bad luck and the Court of Morilast started to die down, she turned up and resurrected it. A large number of crows swear loyalty to herself and her Second, for her manor offers safety and comfort, and the two of them are crow shifters. Her great weakness is in plain sight, however.

Features in:

- Divine Ransom

- A Pawn for a Greater Cause

- A Dance With Death

(She's one of the antagonists in Obsidian Sapphires, and a side character in Soulswapped)

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Also, just as a side thing, I'm planning on doing a collection of stories set in Morilaste/following the High Councillors (known as This Blood-Stained Charcuterie). The how and why and all the juicy stuff surrounding the Court's namesake is going to appear in there too :D

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Jia’s Messy Relationships (part 1 of the romantic edition)

okay so I’ve been trying to do this since solidifying jia’s relationships but it is getting ridiculously long and I have decided to split it into parts <33

it might take several parts to cover jia’s romantic relationships + then a couple more for his platonic + familial ones 😬

Like I said, this is long so under the cut it goes <33

banner by: @/inklore in [this] post

To really understand the tangled web her romantic relationships are (we’ll talk about her mom + her sister afterwards) we need to go all the way back to book 1. 

Following his run in with Gabe, Jiahao felt an instant attraction to him. And I mean instant. From just about the minute he laid eyes on Gabe, Jiahao was down bad. His first couple interactions were flirting with him and being absolutely delighted that Gabe was flirting back. Contrast this to his first meeting with Cas. 

Jia immediately booked Cas as a bad girl and figured she’d never fall for her. …Which made Jia groan upon realizing that she had, in fact, fallen for Cas. During the after-school party that Cas crashed, Jia begrudgingly admitted to herself that Cas was very pretty. By the time Cas was stealing Gabe’s date at the fair, Jia realized she kinda liked the flirty, playful relationship she had with Cas. And just a tad bit after that is when Jia really started worrying that she really had fallen for Cas. 

The problem was this was just about ‘round the same time he’d realized he did not have romantic feelings for Gabe and that Cas and Gabe were, y’know, kinda into each other and that neither of them would act on their feelings if Jia didn’t encourage them and, perhaps most importantly, Jia would need to be dating both of them for his encouragement to work. 

In plain words: she started stringing Gabe on in order to encourage Gabe and Cas’ relationship.

Worse than just stringing, she was actively lying to –gaslighting even– Gabe anytime he picked up on any weird vibes. 

Jia does care about Gabe, that’s the thing. Though she doesn’t like him romantically, she really does care about him. She wants Gabe to be happy and also thinks that if he got together with Cas, then he would be happier than he is now. 

That’s her justification: that this is for the greater good. When it’s all said and done, Gabe and Cas will be together and they’ll be so happy together that they’ll understand why he had to get them together despite the year-plus of lying. 

And this has to work. 

Because once Jia stops to consider the actual reality of what he’s doing, all that left in him is crushing guilt. He knows what he’s doing is wrong but he’d accidentally started and couldn’t stop. 

But, Jia also is used to getting what he wants and being the most important person in a room (especially in a small town like Crimson Beech) so there’s a part of him that just ignores any burgeoning guilt. Why? It can’t be her fault, she’s not… a regular person who can be wrong?? She’s always been right. So she must be right this time too.

But by the end of book 2? Jia can’t anymore. It’s weighing on her, crushing her with the constant need to continue lying so this deck of cards won’t fall. Not just guilt but slow spreading horror! She feels so much like Reagan in those moments and she doesn’t want to be like Reagan of all people! 

Instead of the threesome scene at the end of book 2, Jia confesses. He wasn’t planning to. Rather, as the mood got hotter and it became so so clear where they were heading Jia couldn’t go through. 

Has she stolen kisses? Yes. Replied “I love you” to Gabe while knowing what he means and what Gabe thinks he means are two separate things? Yes. Is he particularly proud of either? No.

She can’t –can’t fuck Gabe while knowing he’s reading more into it than she’s giving. 

So she breaks down crying and it all spills out. How long he’s known he wasn’t into Gabe. How much she thought Cas and Gabe would be good together. How much he stayed together with Gabe in order to bring him closer to Cas. 

And, uh, it goes about as well as expected… 1) Gabe is stunned silent, 2) Cas is pissed, and 3) Jia is ashamed.