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lucyintheskywithxanax · 3 years ago

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Ice Cream For Breakfast On A Sunday Morning (nsfw)

Pairing: Wilhemina Venable x Fem Reader

A/N: this is, once again, soft smut, in which I give Wilhemina a new kink which I think fits her well. @blacksmokieee25 you see, this really got out of hands 😂 No angst for once, just fluff xx

Word count: ≈ 4 500

Warning: smut (dub con, strap-on), bad English and too many mentions of the Bible because I’m obsessed with analysing Christianity

A soft moan echoed through your dream and woke you.

You weren’t quite sure it had been real. As you rubbed your cheek on the pillow, mind hazy and confused, you slowly became aware of the light, painting thousands of clustered stars under your eyelids, and of the warmth, pressed against your front. Something hard and hot was pushing against your nose, making it hard to breathe.

You groaned and made to move, but the warmth wouldn’t let you go and moved with you. With your next breath you realised the thing against your nose smelled like Wilhemina’s skin. Instinctively then you moved toward it instead of away.

Still lost in your half-asleep haze, you pulled one hand out from wherever it was trapped and slid it up Wilhemina’s body until you found a place that was perfectly shaped to let it rest. You buried your face deeper in the warmth to block out the light and breathed Wilhemina’s familiar, beloved scent.

Another moan. This time, it pierced through the haze in your head, still soft and faint, but clear. And very real.

Your eyes fluttered open.

Dark. Your face was so deeply buried in Wilhemina’s chest you couldn’t see anything. She was nestled against you, one of your legs possessively trapped between hers. Your hand was resting on the dip of her waist.

Gently, so as not to disturb her, you pulled away to take a look at her face.

This had quickly become your favorite part of the day. No longer waking up to an empty room but to her, brown eyes fondly watching you, or bright red hair tickling your nose and flooding your view, or pale skin painted gold in the morning sun, an arm draped lazily over your stomach.

Today she was completely naked but for a pair of black lace panties. Your eyes followed the delicate line the dark fabric traced on the pale skin across her waist. Then they travelled up the gentle swell of her tummy, that you loved to graze with a fingertip to feel the muscles tense and the skin turn grainy with goose bumps. Up to her breasts, nipples peaked, that even in sleep seemed to be calling for the caress of your palms. You followed the line of one collarbone to the dip like a small lake at the base of her neck, to her jaw, to her mouth.

She was still asleep, lips parted and brow pushed up, eyes dancing under her eyelids as if she were caught in a dream with too many intriguing views to contemplate. You were about to stroke a finger across her cheek when her teeth sank into her lower lip and a soft whimper escaped her.

Your finger froze in the air. You lay still, heart quickening. You had heard this noise before, countless times, but never in sleep. You knew exactly what it told off. So you waited, fighting a smile, pricking up your ears in the hope to catch the beloved note again.

Wilhemina let out a short breath, shifted closer to you. She pushed her hips towards you as her face found your neck and her lips rubbed against the soft skin above your collarbone. You felt her next breath out, hot against your skin.

Quietly you called Wilhemina’s name, to make sure she was still asleep. And then you held your breath and moved your leg that was trapped between hers to investigate what you already knew.

When your bare thigh made contact with the damp lace of her panties, Wilhemina moaned again, louder this time, as if aware that this touch wasn’t just that of a dreamland ghost.

You froze, heart drumming in your ears, but you were not sure what to do, what was the right thing to do. Your fingers stuttered on her skin and you were contemplating waking her up before taking this any further, when Wilhemina, with a needy, sleepy whine, started rolling her hips.

You bit back a moan and automatically pressed your thigh deeper into her. And then you moaned, audibly this time, at the feel of the moist heat against your skin.

Wilhemina’s movements were clumsy, blinded by sleep, so you held her hips in your hands to guide her. Slower, more precise. Her mouth brushed over your collarbone, eyelashes fluttering like soft butterfly wings against your skin as sleep slowly started to loosen its grip on her.

You tilted your thigh and certainly pressed against her clit just right, for her hips bucked into your hands and another low moan escaped her, thick with lust. It stole the breath from you. Let her have it all, you thought, grazing your nails over her hips as they slid back and forth against your palms, all the air from you.

One of her hands closed around your arm as her grinding picked up pace and determination, her arousal soaking through the lace and smearing slickness over your thigh.

Eyes still closed, Wilhemina moved her head up until her lips met yours, pushed her tongue inside your mouth, licked your teeth, her breath bitter from sleep. You hummed into her and playfully nipped her tongue. Her hips bucked again and rubbed against your palms, a familiar meeting of warmth and warmth, lust and lust.

“Y/N,” Wilhemina breathed.

“Yes,” you breathed back.

You pressed her closer against you, desperate to feel and to hold and to stroke.

Wilhemina’s breath stuttered, and then was held back as her body went rigid. And then her hips were shaking between your hands and her teeth sinking into your lower lip as her body vibrated with pleasure, small, breathless whimpers echoing in your mouth.

Oh what a beautiful, beautiful scene to wake up to.

You slid your hands up her back, palms drunk on the softness and warmth of her skin, to hold her as her orgasm swept over her. You pushed your hips against hers, to feel the heat of her pressed against the heat of you. Bodies glued to each other. Your sweat and your love was the glue.

Playfully you rubbed your thigh on her clit, to draw a whimper out of her, and send one last wave of pleasure rolling through her body. Wilhemina’s mouth found your mouth again, hot and damp and beloved, lips lazily moving with yours until she broke the kiss with a sigh, and you pulled away to look at her.

A soft “hey” dropped from your lips at the sight of the sunlight-softened, sunlight-lightened brown of her eyes. Your palm flattened against the curve of her cheek, fond smile tugging at your lips at the soft pink your lovemaking had painted over her face.

Wilhemina’s gaze hardened a little in mock offense. “I cannot believe the nerves of you, you pervert.”

You snorted. “Excuse you,” and she couldn’t help but mirror your smile at the sound of your raspy morning voice, “I’m not the one who was moaning in my sleep, and who started grinding on my partner’s thigh.”

The colour in Wilhemina’s cheeks darkened, from soft pink to the gorgeous red of lush roses.

“I certainly did not do that,” she said curtly.

You nodded, arm holding her loosely as you started moving your thigh against her center again, and Wilhemina bit down on a whimper.

She rolled you onto your back and pressed herself down on you, red hair grazing the bare skin of your shoulders. You hummed at the familiar weight of her body on top of yours and dug your fingers into her ass to encourage her grinding against you.

“Today’s Sunday,” you managed to whisper, eyes fluttering closed as Wilhemina pressed burning kisses down your chest, each one setting a new part of your body alight.

“Is it?” There was smug laughter in her voice, and you felt it vibrate in your lower stomach where she pressed her lips next. She sucked on your skin, knowing this was a sensitive spot for you, and you couldn’t help but moan softly, your body wriggling of its own on the bed. And you thought, it was almost as if Wilhemina’s touch was that of a puppeteer, knowing exactly which string to pull to make your body, not come to life, but come to lust.

Your hands slipped up her shoulders as she crawled lower down the bed, pressing kisses on your inner thighs.

“Mina,” you breathed.

“Yes,” she breathed back.

Another kiss, hot and sloppy, and then her hand slipped up to cup your center.

“Oh baby,” Wilhemina whispered, and this time her voice was thick and quivering with desire, “you’re soaked.”

“Yes, well,” you heard yourself mumble, hips lifting to meet her touch, “I think you underestimate just how hot you are when you come.”

She let out a self-conscious chuckle, fingers trailing across your lower stomach. You whined and pushed your center against her palm.

Her fingers stopped where your hip met your thigh, and there hesitated, asking, How do you want me? She’d asked before and she would ask again because she would never want to be a disappointment, to you or to anyone else. She would only ever do the best. And if you were a bully suffering like her you would sneer and ask, What’s that you’re trying to compensate for? but as her lover in love with her, you smiled at her and gently guided her head between your legs.

Truly you adored her body, you thought, but then you stopped thinking for Wilhemina pushed her tongue inside you and licked you up as if she were licking her favorite ice cream running down a cone. Ice cream for breakfast, you almost laughed. On a Sunday morning.

Wilhemina had always had a sweet tooth.

Your fingers buried in her hair and tugged as you choked on moans and felt yourself drip unashamedly into her mouth. Oh this woman was driving you insane, completely crazy and utterly mental and God! her lips sucking on your clit, teeth grazing it and the sensation making you cry out her name and you swore you could feel her smirk at the sound.

You whined and pressed her face deeper into you, and then whined again when she pulled away.

You opened your eyes, frowning, to find her peering at you with shame tightening her brow.

“I’m sorry,” she said, wiping her chin on her hand. “I have to move, I can’t… my…” Her voice trailed off, gaze falling dejectedly on the bed as she sat up straight.

“No no no,” you growled, at the sadness you could see slowly falling over her eyes. “No.” You tugged on her arm to pull her on top of you, and cupped her face as you pressed kisses on her cheeks. “No,” before the sadness could settle in the corners of her lips like a weight, pulling them down.

A tearless sob pushed out of her mouth as she kissed you back, and then a laugh, as she pressed her forehead against yours and you nudged her nose with yours. You searched her eyes, saw her blink away fear and hatred and pressed another kiss, sweet and loving, on her lips.

And then, still holding her face in your hands, you pushed her slightly away and smiled proudly at her, for there had been a time when she wouldn’t have stopped, but pushed on through the pain instead.

Wilhemina settled in a more comfortable position and pressed her open mouth against your core again. And her tongue, hot and wet, working you so deliciously, her sinful, sinful tongue –

She moaned into you when you came sobbing her name, your fingers clawing at her back and making her dig her nails in your thighs in retaliation. You pulled on her hair when the sensations became too much.

She tenderly gathered you in her arms and stroked your hair as you lingered in your post-bliss haze.

Safe in your cocoon of warmth, you lazily ran one fingertip back and forth just below her left breast, in rhythm with the beating of her heart. Wilhemina hummed contentedly and dropped a kiss on your hair.

Truly you adored her body. Hated that she hated it. You wanted to touch every part of it and rename them, as it had always been Mankind’s duty ever since Adam and Eden. What she called “stomach” and “neck” and “nose” in a voice that was meant to sound uninterested and detached from the hatred the words aroused in her, you would rename something that would sound and feel beautiful on her tongue, like a line of poetry from her favorite poem. Damn it you would take Adam’s job and do it so much better than him because you were so much more in love than he had been. No one had ever been more in love than you.

You whispered that in her ear and she let out a chuckle because she didn’t believe it was true but still thought your naivety was charming. And then she asked you if you had ever been a little bit less in love with someone else before her.

There had been, you answered as you eagerly removed her underwear, a sunset on a beach in May, and the Santa Maria Del Fiore in the summer light and certainly the white monster of the cliffs of Dover at 3am when you had opened your eyes on a windy ferry deck – but those loves had been unrequited. They lived in you, but they hadn’t changed you.

“Did I change you for the better or for the worse?” Wilhemina asked, breathless, shivering at the feel of your fingertips trailing up the inside of her thigh. You leaned in and pressed a kiss on her parted lips.

“Definitely for the worse,” you smiled, pushing two fingers inside her – Wilhemina’s back arched off the bed. “I am a sinner, now. You made me bold. I have stolen for myself the knowledge of what it is to love and to be loved.”

Shivering against you. You massaged her clit with your thumb. If you closed your eyes you could almost feel it throb against your fingertip.

When you felt her walls tighten around your fingers you pulled away, selfishly, just so you could hear her whine and see her wriggle underneath you. Her eyes opened to meet yours, greedy and wildly blown like the wind on a stormy night.

“In which language did Adam name all the things in Eden?” you asked, but she didn’t hear you because you were pushing into her again. She moaned, dug her nails into your lower back to keep you there.

You pushed one more finger inside her, gave her a second to adjust.

“Y/N,” she breathed.

“Yes,” you breathed back.

Of all the things you cherished in this life, none came close to the way her moans would tangle with your tongue when she came, as if you could drink some of the pleasure from her mouth. This time you didn’t stop. You rubbed harder at her clit and pushed deeper into her to have her crying out in bliss again, and when your wrist went numb you replaced your fingers with your tongue and sucked on her clit until she panted that she couldn’t anymore, and came two more times in your mouth.

You both dozed off after that, limbs entangled and chests falling and rising in rhythm. When Wilhemina opened her eyes again, the clock scolded that it was already 1pm.

You were drawing circles with your nail around her freckles when you felt her stiffen and make to sit up.

“No,” you whined, brushing one hand against her arm, “where are you going?”

“I’m getting up. It’s very late, Y/N.”

You wrapped your arms around her waist to hold her back. “Today is Sunday,” you mumbled, burying your face in her stomach and smiling when you felt her shiver. “We have all the time in the world. Please stay.”

There was a pause. Her fingers started stroking your hair.

“It does not do to waste a day in idle pleasure,” she said softly.

“It does,” you breathed. “It does do very well.” You pulled away to look at her, sticking out your lower lip to fake a pout. “Stay here.”

Wilhemina hesitated. As she searched your eyes thoughtfully, you took her hand in yours and peppered soft kisses over her knuckles. “We can stay in bed and make love all day.” You smirked up at her. “Wouldn’t you like that?”

A shy, self-conscious smile. “I’m hungry,” she tried.

“Then I’ll go get some food. You stay here. I’ll be right back.” You sat up, planted a quick kiss on her lips. “And I’ll take a very quick shower because someone made quite a mess on my thigh,” you added with a smirk, picking up her ruined panties from the floor and waving them at her.

You had half expected to find her up and fully dressed when you walked back into the bedroom carrying a tray of food. Instead she was lying on her side, facing the door, hands tucked under her cheek. She opened her eyes when she heard you coming in, and gave you a sweet, fond smile.

“I didn’t know what you wanted, so I grabbed a bit of everything,” you started; and then you set the tray on the bedside table, because you knew that look in her eyes. And sure enough, she giggled and wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you in and pressing you against her naked body.

“I got cold food,” you breathed into the kiss. Her teeth sank into your lower lip and tugged, nipping gently before they let it go.

Something hard dug into your thigh.

A quick peek under the sheet and your eyes widened at the sight of the lubed strap-on she was wearing.

You looked up again, found her scanning your face with a mischievous light in her gaze.

You had bought the strap-on a few months ago after Wilhemina had complained about the depravity of such a toy. The forced impassivity of her voice had betrayed her. Since that day, you two had spent hours exploring what worked best for you both, speed, depth and positions.

While it still felt weird for you to look down and see the dildo attached between your legs, Wilhemina had quickly grown to love wearing it herself. She delighted in the feeling of power it gave her, and thought there was no better sight in the world than that of your ecstatic face as you rode her. More than once you had surprised her wearing the strap-on as she tidied the bedroom, or worked at her desk, or read a book. You had been more than eager to kiss away the self-consciousness from her face, and on several of these occasions had played with the dildo, studying how she reacted to different positions of the toy on her body, only satisfied when you had her coming from clitoral stimulation.

“I got it while you were in the kitchen”, Wilhemina smiled smugly.

“Of course you did, you infuriating, precious, gorgeous, ridiculously sexy woman,” you groaned, voice suddenly raspy with the excitement and anticipation you could feel growing inside you.

Biting down on a grin, Wilhemina leaned in to kiss you, tongue parting your lips to brush against yours. You nipped her playfully, hand coming up to caress her breast as she rolled you onto your back. You hummed and pulled away.

“How’s your back?” you rasped, running your thumb over her lip, breath coming out in short pants as you took in the wild, hungry look in her eyes.

“I’m fine, sweet –”

“Move, lie down. Let me ride you.”

You knew she wouldn’t say no to that. And sure enough, something bright and dangerous flickered in her eyes, that made you shiver with want.

With shaky movements you straddled her, letting out a gasp when she gently scratched her nails down your stomach to rub your clit in fast, small circles. You let her take the lead, more than happy to give her that pleasure. Your head fell back, small gasps falling from your lips as she sparked and fueled a low fire between your legs. When she decided you were wet and relaxed enough, she gave your thigh a gentle tap, and you eagerly positioned yourself on top of her.

And then you slowly lowered yourself onto the dildo, letting out a low moan at the feel of it stretching you and of Wilhemina’s warm skin coming to press against your inner thighs.

“I love you,” she choked, in just that low and husky voice that would send red hot arousal straight down to your core. You felt the tickle of her fingertips as she brushed them against your hips, and then the delicious bite of her nails when, rolling your hips to adjust to the toy, you made the hilt of it press down on her clit.

You forced your eyes open as you found your pace, feasting on the sight of Wilhemina sprawled on the bed under you, cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes half-lidded and dark with lust and pride.

“Gorgeous,” you whined, choking on the word. “So hot. So so fucking hot.”

Wilhemina let out a small whimper at the praise. One of her hands found your clit again, the other still on your hip to guide your movements as you picked up your pace.

“Slow down baby, take your time,” Wilhemina rasped. “Let me watch you.”

You groaned something incoherent as you adjusted to the rhythm of Wilhemina’s fingers on your clit, slow, tight circles that you feared would drive you absolutely crazy in a second or two. Shivering, moaning at the pleasure that built between your legs and rippled through your body.

You shifted, no longer supporting yourself with your hands on her ribs but on her thighs so that the dildo would sink deeper into you. You rolled your hips again to push it against Wilhemina’s clit. Her eyes closed briefly at the sensation, and then met yours again, before moving down to your breasts and stomach. And it should have made you feel self-conscious, the unashamed hunger with which she watched you bounce on the dildo, but her touch on your hip and clit was so soft, so incredibly tender that you felt your chest would burst from the adoration and pride she was smearing on your skin. And so instead you felt so warm, so full and so dearly loved.

It was the sight of Wilhemina gasping in pleasure that sent you over the edge. You fought to keep your eyes open as you clenched around the dildo and Wilhemina poured out words of praise, her hand gripping your hip to support you as you shook and moaned on top of her.

And then you heard her own breath hitch, and felt the telltale bucking of her hips into yours.

You looked down at her. She closed her eyes and pushed her head back against the pillow to try and hide from you, a noiseless gasp pushing past her lips.

“Oh baby,” you panted, brushing your fingers against her stomach to feel the muscles jump, “did you come untouched?”

You let out a chuckle, entirely too pleased at the idea. Your hand gently cupped her cheek to make her look at you again.

Half-lidded eyes met yours, soft and foggy with contentment.

“Yes, well,” Wilhemina rasped, a note of shy playfulness in her voice, “I think you underestimate how hot you look when you come.”

You chuckled at that, and collapsed on top of her, feeling like you had spent entirely too much time without the feeling of her skin against yours. Wilhemina’s arms wrapped around you, holding you close.

You pressed your ear between her breasts so you could hear the quick beating of her heart.

After a few minutes of simply basking in her warmth, your fingers tugged playfully at the harness around her hip.

“Do you want me to take a turn at it?” you asked, looking up at her with a cheeky glint in your eyes.

Wilhemina smiled back at you, one hand coming up to stroke your hair. “I’d rather wear it a little longer, if you don’t mind,” she answered, not exactly shy, but voice lower than you had expected it to be.

Simple joy, you thought, to be picked like daisies at the sight of her cheeks turning a soft pink again. As you held her gaze, your smile grew bigger and bigger.

“Okay,” you breathed, before planting a soft, chaste peck on her mouth. Wilhemina greedily captured your lips with hers to deepen the kiss.

You reached out for tissues to wipe the dildo dry, pretending not to notice how Wilhemina’s eyes were riveted on your every movement as you handled it.

Wilhemina insisted you drank at least two glasses of water and ate an apple. And then you were dozing off again, with your head on her lap, as she spread jam on a piece of bread.

When you opened your eyes next, Wilhemina was asleep. She was snuggled up to you with one hand in your hair and the other possessively pressed against your back.

You made to pull away to go to the bathroom, but she groaned and tightened her grip on you.

“I’m not leaving, sweetheart,” you chuckled, planting a kiss on her cheek.

She mumbled something unintelligible, shifted closer to you, and buried her face in your chest.

With another chuckle you started combing her hair, gently working your fingers through the knots. Oh yes, you thought, in which language had Adam named all the things in Eden? Was it Hebrew? But it seemed to you that if Adam had come to life already knowing how to speak, then his language must have been completely his own, something secret, something that had been lost with his death.

Yes, you thought, as you watched the red strands of hair glide between your fingers, if Adam had named the things of the world in his own language, then every word in English was a counterfeit. It all made sense now. Adam in love with Eve would never have gazed at Eve’s cheek and called it “cheek”. “Cheek” was a word someone who didn’t know love had randomly and thoughtlessly picked. Writing it down on their piece of paper, they had thought that certainly it would do. But it wouldn’t, you insisted, running the pad of your index over Wilhemina’s brow, so gently so as not to wake her. It would never do. No word in any of the counterfeited languages would ever be good enough a signifier of any part of her body. Only Adam’s language would, which lived on in the hearts of lovers.

You drew breath to share this discovery with Wilhemina, only to remember that she was sound asleep. So you pressed a kiss on her temple and held her tight, and closed your eyes, too, so that you could meet her even in sleep.

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ravenadottir · 3 years ago

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What do you think the LI's favourite colours are?

well, sometimes the colors you like in your clothes are not necessarily the same you want on your walls, so i'm just gonna talk about the ones they like or identify the most with, then proceed to trip about the ones in their homes.

bobby. i know everyone uses blush pinks for him but i think it's between teal and mint, just because everything he owns has those two colors, whether together or apart. his home might be covered in neutral colors on the walls but some serious electric 90's tones like yellows, purples, pinks and greens.

carl. navy blue. deep and dark. i get that from the striped shirt, the pijamas and just an overall feeling. his house definitely has creams, browns and black.

chelsea. blush and millenial pinks. i don't reckon she digs electric tones because of how distracting they are to her adhd self. those colors apply to her home as well, maybe even some light lavender to compliment the pinks.

elisa. creams and goldens. very glam and delicate but the gold is on the colder side of the palette. i reckon her bedroom, living room and background of her videos are the same.

gary. lately i've been thinking dark blues and greys. it used to be blue or red because of his clothes but i think almost everything he owns are in tones of somber colors.

hannah. soft blue. soft pink is a close second, it's just all over her. her place might include some creams and whites along with pops of soft tones.

henrik. sage green. i reckon most of the things he owns, including some walls in his place, are in a scheme like this:

hope. despite her bathing suit being very colorful i reckon she likes a good mix of creams and black, very similar to the scheme she wears in her night outfit. i can also see more patterns wth browns and reds around her flat.

ibrahim. a range of blues. but if we're talking about generally, electric colors like purples and pinks. its very comic book-y and to him it's pleasant to the eye.

kassam. black and silver. no doubt about it. and as for his apartment you'll see some purple and turquoise neon lights popping on his white walls.

lottie. black and purple for everything. i don't think she's shy about painting walls in those colors, only leaving the bathroom and hallways in something lighter, like grey.

lucas. black and chrome. of course he doesn't wear the robot look on himself but... you know... his place must have only that, along with dark blues and tans.

marisol. white. her clothes are a massive part of how she perceives herself, and because she has a mirror and can see how good she looks in it, white is her favorite. her polace though, all tones of cream and taupe, very peaceful looking.

noah. grey. ah, the duality of always being in the middle of something. plus, you know, grey is pretty cool and he wears some pieces in that color while in the villa. his place though is covered in tans and creams.

priya. yellow and "sparkly", whether that is silver or gold, for herself, but her place is all in creams and dark golds, with *some* black items.

rocco. "whatever the landscape looks like, mate." so basically greens and blues.

shannon. reds, black and white. her wardrobe must look like a sober harley quinn scheme of colors.

((some of the colors look really different on my computer than they did on my phone but you catch my drift, right?))

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sweetwritertanya · 4 years ago

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Midnight Swim

Summary: When a famous group comes to stay for a month in the holiday inn you are working at, you never expected to start a relationship with one of the idolized guys. And you had never thought you would go out for a midnight swim ever, until he asked you to.

Warnings: this is mainly just FLUFF, with just the tiniest bit of erotic body touching by the end, and that’s it! Also, we are dealing with an insecure reader, nothing too major, but still. You are warned.

Word Count: 3571

To say you were nervous would be the understatement of the year. It all still felt so very confusing in your head, like some sort of weird dream mixing with cold reality, this unexplainable feeling of fatal momentary bliss. From the very first unexplainable moments to the very breathtaking sensual last ones.

This summer job proved to be lifechanging for you. Honestly, the only reason you even agreed to coming to this remote holiday inn, beautifully surrounded by tall green mountains and bathed by a teal lake, was to escape the stressful problems from the city you lived in. All the toxicity of the people around you, the crumbling feeling of anxiety. Yearning for a breath of fresh air, you applied to be a receptionist during the busy season.

Starting in June, all would go well until the last week of July and the whole month of August. That’s when they arrived. When you met him.

No one told you this very popular group was renting the space for a full month while filming for a music video and some photoshoots for an apparently new album in the works. While preparing for what you assumed was another normal day, a large crew with big bags and large equipment came in through the inn’s door, alongside seven good-looking younger guys.

Someone, you assume their manager, asked you a few questions but you were so surprised it took you a few moments to respond. Your eyes crossed with almond shaped dark brown eyes, ends scrunching up with a smile hidden by the black face mask. His eyes looked so happy and awake for such an early morning that they just drew you in, apart from everyone’s else, but as soon as he looked back at you, your eyes avoided him and you felt your cheeks flushing.

As a recepcionist, you expected to only cross paths with them maybe once or twice a day, only when they would come in or go out and you’d be at the front desk, but it turns out you and the rest of the inn’s staff were asked to help the guests during the day, since there would be no other costumers for the next month. Probably to keep the famous group’s location as secretive as possible.

It started out unexpectedly ordinary, catching a glance or two your way while you helped around their set, an exchanged of ‘thank you’ and ‘you’re welcome’ when bringing them food. You truly could not see any reason such a winsome man would show any interest in your bulky large person, especially in the tight white shirt and red vest that evidenced your rolls at your sides and on your back, along with the dark grey knee-length skirt that made your legs look shorter and bigger than they already were. You never liked seeing yourself in the inn’s uniform, but it wasn’t your choice.

But then, after a day or two, the honey tanned skin man would constantly come around to help you moving the chairs or lifting a table, anything you would be doing that the crew asked, he would find himself next to you, defined dark pink lips smiling at you, wrinkles at corner of his eyes angling up.

He introduced himself by the third time you met, shaking your timid hand and asking for your name. Before you knew it, Hoseok knew more about you than you shared with most of the people you worked with during the summer. Full name, age, how long you’d been working at the inn, how long would you stay, where you were from, your family members and pets. Favorite colour, favorite season and why, the way you liked your coffee.

It creeped up on you. How much you grew to like him. Hoseok was so warm and inviting, so easy to get along with. Only he would get a true laugh out of you, from the depths of your stomach, and could get you talking for hours without realizing. Of course, he was an extroverted guy and got along well with everyone. But he payed close attention to you, something even the other guys in the group seemed to notice if their smirks and shared whispers when you came in the room were any indication.

Even so, you refused to believe he had any non-platonic interest in you. You were both totally different people that just happened to get along, that was it. That was what you told yourself when you woke up every day and your first thought was of him. When you walked into the cafeteria and searched for his fit frame in the room. When your heart expanded so much in your chest that it made it hard to breathe whenever he noticed you and smiled widely.

But even with all of this denial, there was no denying the way he kissed you in the infirmary room after you fell down and hit your head while on set for a photography shoot. With only a few bruises and an ice bag cooling down the bump at the side of your head, not even you could hypothesize it was some sort of hallucination. Not with the desperate look of worry when he burst in, something you had never seen in his face before. Not with the delicate way he held your hands in his warm and slightly clammy ones as the medic left the room. Not with the tears behind his nervous eyes, even as you promised him you were completely fine and there was nothing to worry about.

And definitely not with the way he got a hold of your chubby cheeks between his hands and pulled you in, eyes closing and head leaning to the side just instants before his lips were on yours with despairing pressure. And after the shock of the first few moments, you kissed him back. To the point that what he may have assumed was a simple peck turned into a head swooning and breath impeding session of deep and ardent kisses, filled with repressed want and love and passion.

The few weeks after that transformed into more than you could ever imagine and hope for. Brushing hands while passing by each other, sharing glances that spoke louder than words, stolen kisses in closet rooms, keeping the relationship a secret to the best of your abilities. You didn’t know if it would last, if it would even go past the month of August they would be staying here, but you couldn’t force yourself to care at the moment. You just enjoyed his company and affection.

With that said, at this particular moment in time, as you walked the dirt path, your nerves returned to the life long habit of stealing any joy associated with your plans. Hoseok had asked you to meet him by the lake, at a spot you both knew was away from any prying eyes, hidden between the emerald trees around the inn. He had excitedly talked about a midnight swim.

You weren’t sure how to bring it up to him that you had no intention of going swimming. More particularly, you were dreading the thought of even having to remove any article of clothing around him. Kissing and tight hugging and wandering hands over clothes was one thing, but you could not shake the fear of his reaction if Hoseok was to ever see more of your naked skin. You had seen a lot more of him than he had seen of you, if only because he had to change clothes for photoshoots and would get very hot when practicing with the boys, removing his shirt and switching to something a little cooler. You knew the body he had, that athletic build of a great dancer. The bewitching face of an artist. The humor and personality that so many women dreamed of finding.

And yet, he had found himself curious about you. Out of all the beautiful women in the world. In your mind, not only didn’t it line up, you weren’t about to risk it all by undressing and revealing all your imperfections for him.

“What are you thinking about?”

The sudden cheerful voice coming from the edge of the path had you screaming and jumping in place, having been completely absorbed by your thoughts the whole way over.

“God, you scared me!” you yelled, taking a hand to your racing heart.

“Sorry, Y/N, I didn’t mean to!” he apologized immediately, but instantly smiling that bright contagious smile of his and linking your arm in his as he pulled you along for the ride. “I was just wondering what you were thinking about. You looked so cute, deep in your head.”

“Hum? Oh, just some silly thoughts, not a big deal” you shrugged off, leaning in to him as you walked. You tried to keep your nerves to a minimum. “Anyone saw you leave? Asked where you were going?”

Hoseok made a face and shook his head no. “They were all sound asleep by the time I left. I already have a hard time falling asleep as it is, but knowing I was meeting you made it just impossible. I came out as soon as I could.”

“That’s sweet” you said, resting your chin in his shoulder and looking sweetly at him. “But that means you must be very tired. You sure you don’t want to go back? We can always do this another time.” As much as you tried, there was no denying your hopeful tone, wanting nothing more than for him to agree and forget the whole thing.

“Are you kidding? I already have my trunks on, I can’t wait” he excitedly shared. “We all went in the water this morning and it was amazing.”

“I noticed. Especially the way you trembled before actually getting in with Jungkook” you tease, remembering the scared and hesitant look on his face.

“Hey, I thought the water was deeper than it was!” he defended himself, back going all straight. “Turns out we have feet for almost half a mile before it gets deep, I didn’t know that.”

“They kept telling you it was safe and don’t think I didn’t hear you questioning if there were monsters in the water” you chuckle.

“And, we’re here!” he shouts in an attempt to change the subject. You laugh and shake your head before looking ahead at the end of the path, a small clearing before the earth met the water.

At night, the lake was painted a beautiful deep marine blue, water sparkling with the shine of the moonlight, tall in the starry sky above your heads. The trees reflected in the water as an upside world beneath it, silence only interrupted by the nocturnal creatures roaming around the greenery. This was exactly what a city girl like you so desperately needed.

“C’mon, let’s get in!” He propels, already taking off his sneakers and starting to undo the zipper of his hooded jacket, but your hand on his forearm stops him.

You lick your lips as you stare at the ground, heart hammering in your chest and unsure of how to say anything. Taking a deep breath, you glance back up at Hoseok’s confused stare.

“I, hum… I didn’t… bring a swimsuit” you confess in a low whisper.

After a moment of standstill, you notice Hoseok fidgeting his feet in place and scratching at his right cheek. Looking carefully up at him, you realize he is the one avoiding eye contact now, a slight colour painting his skin red.

“I don’t- I mean, I have nothing against-” he struggled with words for a moment. “Skinny dipping is cool by me if you… if you want, of course.”

Understanding he took your words in a whole different way, you chuckle embarrassed, taking your hands to hide your blushing face, before clarifying it to him.

“No, no, that’s not it! I mean, I don’t really wanna go in the water. You can totally go; I don’t mind at all! I’ll just… stay here and watch?”

That seems to confuse him even more than the notion you had any intent on going in naked.

“What? Why not? We’ll only stay in the shallow waters.”

You press your lips together and cross your arms around your middle tightly, eyes set on the lake instead of the man in front of you.

“That’s not really the problem, Hoseok…”

Maybe it was your body language, maybe it was the tremor in your voice or maybe it just dawned on him after a few more minutes of utter confusion, but when he stepped closer, took hold of your face in between his large hands and pecked at your pursued lips, his kind chocolate eyes told you he understood what was impeding you.

“Y/N, I know we just met not too long ago, but can you trust me on this? I really like you, truly, a lot, and that is not going to change if you go to a swim with me.” He smiled kindly and his eyes showed nothing but honesty, and yet it was hard to accept it.

“You say that, but…” What you wanted to say was ‘how can you like me when you are always surrounded by beautiful girls, singers and dancers that belong to your world instead of me?’.

“I won’t force you, but it’s a hot night and you are already sweating in this sweatshirt you’re in” he points out, cleaning a drop of sweat from your temple with his thumb. “How about this, I’ll go in first and I won’t look until you’re next to me. Okay?”

Taking your silence as a yes, Hoseok steps back and strips down to his swim shorts, delectable toned body on display until he carefully steps into the water and goes shoulder deep, the further his fears would allow him to go.

“It feels great, it’s your turn!” he yells, waving his hand and an open smile on his bright face before turning the other way, back to you.

Sighing, your hesitant hands give in to his wishes and you start undressing slowly, each second doubting your decisions. It felt like you would hurt him if you didn’t trust him, and it felt like he would hurt your feelings once you did and he saw you. There was no winning in your mind.

Down to your panties and bra, since you didn’t put on a swimsuit, it takes all of your courage to go ahead and step into the water, slowly pushing forward as the cold temperature cooled off your flushing skin. You called Hoseok once you were comfortably covered by the dark water, hiding you from your neck down.

He smiles when he looks back to find you in the water behind him, swimming your way with approval glinting in his eyes. He reaches his hands to you and you gave him yours in return, which he held underwater as he pulled you in and caught your mouth for a brain-shutting kiss.

“See? It’s not that bad, right?” he asks, still holding your hands and making you both float around the calm waves of the lake.

“I guess not” you concede, still unsure of how this would end.

“Just us two in a small lake, away from everyone, the bright moon and no dangerous animals around… It’s awesome!” he chuckles, splashing around a bit with carelessness.

“Yeah…” Feeling a bit better by now, you actually decide to tease him a bit. “If you don’t count the alligators, of course.”

The reaction is priceless. The carefree boy swimming around loses his stance, tripping and head sinking in the water as he gasps in surprise, hands splashing around this time in a panic, making it difficult for you to even go and catch his arms, helping him back up.

“Alligators!?” The desperate boy breathes out as soon as he stands back up, water running down his oblong face from his wet hair, a terrified look in his wide eyes and still trying to catch his breath.

“Kidding, I was kidding!” you reassure even as you are holding back your laugh, Hoseok’s hands clawing at your shoulders with how scared he got. “No animals in the lake, I promise.”

“I think I just had a heart-attack” he overreacts with a relieved expression.

“Well, now you know how I felt before coming here” it escapes you before you realize, the admission of how nervous you were.

Back on his feet and with a settled down mind, Hoseok comes closer and embraces you strongly, warm but wet arms coming around your almost submersed shoulders, water splashing around your bodies with the movement of such an act. You tense up at the feeling of skin on skin, the only barrier between your torsos being your bra. This was it, he would feel your voluptuous body and the body rolls that came with it.

“I’m glad you’re here, Y/N.” He whispers closely to your ear, one hand in your shoulder and the other tangling at the hairs at the back of our neck. “I never felt so strongly about someone like I feel about you.”

Surprised, you try and pull your head back but he doesn’t quite let you, sinking further into your arms and hiding his face in your shoulder. Butterflies flutter at the pit of your stomach and your skin tingles beneath the contact of his body against yours. The arms that felt chained to heavy sinking rocks broke free and you smile as your hands move to rest at his biceps, soothing the skin there.

“Really?” you murmur back, almost in skepticism.

“Really. It’s the first time I fell for someone so quickly. It’s also the first time I came swimming at night with anyone. You’re really special to me, Y/N.”

Amazingly appeased by his words and lack of judgement of your body type, you find yourself giggling into his shoulder and hugging him back, feet lifting from the ground and allowing your bodies to float in the lake.

Hoseok presses his lips to the spot where your shoulder meets your neck and you reciprocate by landing a kiss by the end of his clavicle. Encouraged by that, he leaves hummingbird pecks up your neck to the soft skin of your jaw, one hand still at the back of your head and the other falling down to the curve at your lower back. Your own hands run up and down his naked spine as you sigh with pleasure.

Pulling you by your head just enough for you to lift your face to him, Hoseok kisses around your jaw, up to your cheeks, before claiming you mouth, lips moving slowly over yours in the most loving ways, tongue sweeping your bottom lip in an inquire for entrance, which you allow avidly. Still an exotic flavor he was to you, becoming ever more familiar each time.

Long kisses take their sweet time exploring the recesses of your mouth, the hand not holding your head in place traveling your body and discovering every single one of your insecurities and throwing them out with delicate caresses, shameless squeezes, desperate touching. Soon you are throwing your arms around his shoulder, pulling all your weight on him and forcing him to get his feet back in the ground so your heads stay above the water.

His hands end up attaching themselves to the fluffy skin around your ribcage, sending goosebumps all over your body, slowly climbing up until his palms are cupping your covered breasts, a hesitant touch that requires your permission for him to continue. Suddenly emboldened, you grab his hand under yours and lead him to squeeze your boobs at the same time you bite down on his lower lip just enough to pull it with you when you lean your head back. Hoseok groans heavily at that and needs no further encouraging.

Bodies mingle together in the lake and explore each other wondrously, alone with nature and the small waves of the lake, enjoying each other playfully but innocently enough, until the night grows longer and the skin grows cold. Infinitely happier than when you went in, you exit the lake with your almost naked body and hair dripping water and search for your clothes, hoping they would help you keep you warm until you reach a shower.

When you look back, you are surprised Hoseok is still waist down in the water, seemingly hesitant to come out.

“Hey, are you not coming?” you ask, jumbled.

“Yeah, in a sec” he says, avoiding his eyes.

“You must be cold, come on. Want me to grab your clothes?” you offer, still not understanding why he was still in the water when the hairs in his arms where standing up with the cold.

“I, hum… I have a slight problem. Can… Can you turn around and give me my pants?” he shyly asks, pointing at the shorts he had on top of his swimwear.

It dawns on you then and you chortle, ignoring his protests of not being able to control it and handing him his clothes as you turned your back as he requested and put on the rest of your clothes too. Hoseok refused to put on his jacket and instead held it waist high the rest of the way to the holiday inn, before wishing you goodnight and leaving back to his room.

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blacknailpolishonguitarstrings · 4 years ago

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Forgotten in the rain

The streets were empty and quiet, devoid of life, save for the occasional passing car, rushing and hissing over the wet asphalt. Dark clouds swirled in the gray sky, pouring their sorrows on the desolate city below. Most remained in their homes far away from the endless rivers of water falling from the sky, but not Sirius. No, he most certainly did not despise the grim weather or the rain. On the contrary, he rather enjoyed it, finding it peaceful and almost…serene. He liked to hear the sound of the millions of droplets of water clattering against the windows and cars, sliding down vibrant green leaves, falling on the ground, sinking into the earth and turning it into mush, and disappearing down the drains into the cold metal pipes. It calmed him, washing away the restlessness, pain, and memories, even if it only were for a few short minutes. A light, trembling wind fought his way into his body, past his leather jacket, chilling him to the bones, ruffling his wet hair. But again, he did not mind. A dark green leaf, the colour of Aisha’s eyes, detached itself from a low hanging branch, fluttering briefly in front of his face, before titling down and falling at his feet on the gray cobblestones.

Aisha…she was lovely. A smart, funny, gorgeous woman filled to the brim with joyous life. A temperamental, but kind soul. But it was not the same. Something was still missing inside of him, a small, but important void in his chest, almost as if he had lost something he had never possessed in the first place. And it hurt. He hid it well but it pained him.

He continued walking, immersed in his thoughts and not paying attention to his surroundings. Sirius was so distracted, that he did not notice the pots full of flowers standing on the side of the sidewalk and nearly fell flat forward on his face, as he tripped, knocking them over. White petals flew in the air, and gently settled on the dirty pavement, around withered green stems. Cursing he picked the, up, stepping on one in the process and leaving behind ugly black stains on the squashed flower. They were beyond salvaging.

With a heavy sigh, he entered the little flower shop, water running down his clothes and heavily dripping on the floor. His hair lay in wet black and gray strands on his face and neck, sticking to his skin, and his blue-gray eyes shone bright with curiosity in the dim lighting as he looked around. The place was small and dark, walls covered in crackled navy blue paint, and a couple of dingy light bulbs hung from the bare ceiling, casting their flickering light on the room. Flowers of every shape, colour, and size were cramped in glass vases, broken stems and yellowed leaves were strewn here and there across the floor, and dried bundles of faded pink roses and baby breath flowers hung upside down above the counter, suspended on thin strings.

Sirius stood there, immobile, holding the damaged flowers, at loss, when the green door behind the counter opened, and an old man appeared. He was very tall and slim, dressed in a knitted cream jumper and brown corduroy pants. His hair fell on his face in a mess of graying dark copper curls stricken with white locks, casting shadows over his eyes. He seemed oblivious to Sirius’ presence, nose deep inside a large leather-bound book he cradled tightly with one hand, a steaming red mug of tea in the other. Clearing his throat, the black-haired man walked up to the counter, running a nervous hand through his dripping locks.

“Hello, sorry…I…Uhm,” he stuttered.

The shopkeeper looked up, clever green eyes meeting a confused silvery blue gaze. It was as if a bucket of ice-cold water had been poured over Sirius, filling his bones with fear, chilling every inch of his skin with anxiety. Those brown flecks swimming in pools of emerald, those sun-kissed golden curls, the millions of little freckles peppering pale, once youthful now wrinkled skin, the warm wool of knitted cardigans, the sharp scent of burning hot tea that has just been brewed, the crinkle of rapidly turned pages…he knew all of these things. He was more than familiar with them. It all belonged to Remus John Lupin. It was his Moony. His Moony, who he hadn’t seen in years. Memories washed over him, flicking in his mind like a flipbook, rushing through the years.

The first time he saw the tall, lanky boy with gangly limbs on the Hogwarts Express, the nervousness written all over his face, clear as day, as he sat on the stool, the Sorting Hat heavy on his head and insecurity dancing across his taught features as the name “Gryffindor” resonated in the Great Hall. Sirius remembered the first year, spent in nervous glances and reclusion, the bitterness and resignation when his secret came out, and they found out he was a werewolf.

He remembered Second Year, when Remus’ smiles gradually got brighter and he became more comfortable, yet he still wouldn’t change in front of his friends.

Then came Third Year, and the whole Animagus process, where he finally saw what it was like to turn into a vicious beast once a month, what it was like to tear yourself apart and wake up the next day, just a little more tired and broken than the day before. Fast forward to Fourth Year where his problems with his family truly began, Remus’ constant worried glances, and that cold, dark Christmas Eve of 1974 where he, Sirius Black, appeared at the Potter's barely breathing, beyond hurt and wrecked.

He, of course, never forgot Fifth Year and the stolen, longing stares, the minute he realized he liked boys, and the precise moment he understood that the boy in question was Remus John Lupin, his best friend. He also recalled, with regret and sorrow, the time that he gave away Remus’ condition to Snape; an idiotic, dangerous, so-called prank that near,y cost him one of the most important people in his life.

And then Sixth Year and its tension, the first drunken kiss, the secrets, the lies, and the blissful nights spent at the very top of the Astronomy Tower. Sirius kept the memories of summer 1977 dearly, reminiscing of the sweet warm nights, the bonfires, the day the rest of their friends found out about him and Remus, and the pure joy and happiness of those few weeks.

He remembered Seventh Year and the mounting fear, hanging heavy in the air, the worried whispers, and the empty, saddened stares...all things that perdured even after Hogwarts.

Then came the War, accompanied by mourning and grief, only brightened for a few moments by James’ and Lily’s wedding, and then Harry's birth. A joy that didn't last long, as Sirius’ rapidly deteriorating relationship with Remus finally broke with the death of their best friends and his unjust imprisonment.

He remembered every excruciating full moon of the twelve years spent in Azkaban, every other remaining day blurring into an unintelligible mess, slowly sinking into insanity, with no knowledge of Remus’ whereabouts.

He remembered, without doubt, the first time he saw his godson, Harry, all grown up, looking just like his father, brave and kind, having survived more than he had ought to. And then there was Remus too, looking exhausted and grayed, only a pale, faded shadow of his former self. The next few years were spent between Order missions, confrontations with Death, and the same old, familiar stolen glances. They attempted to rebuild their relationship, yet they never regained that special, magical even, bond.

And after the War, Remus disappeared. At first, they exchanged weekly letters, which then got rarer and rarer, until they stopped coming altogether and for years, Sirius knew nothing of him. Until now.

“Excuse me, sir!” said Remus waving his hand awkwardly in front of his face. “You...wanted something, right?”

The other wizard suddenly shuddered, blinking, as if he had just been roused from a trance.

“Yeah, sorry...I...um...was just, you know...thinking,” he stuttered, blushing.

His former friend raised a sarcastic, amused eyebrow.

“I just wanted to pay for these flowers I sort of...destroyed. By accident of course!” Added Sirius hastily, watching him apprehensively.

“That’s alright, I should have thought to bring them in a while ago already. It’s curious, really, you remind me of someone I used to know a long time ago. His name was Sirius Black. Quite a peculiar name, isn't it?” he replied pensively.

A flare of hope lit up inside Sirius. Maybe, just maybe, he remembered and recognized him.

“Remus?” he asked quietly.

“You know me?”

A look of surprise crossed his face.

“I…,” he hesitated. “No. I thought I knew you but I guess I was wrong. I must have mistaken you for someone else, I’m sorry.”

“Oh, that’s alright, it happens to everyone from time to time,” answered Remus lightly. “Do you want anything else?”

“Maybe white roses, for my girlfriend.”

“Excellent choice! These are my personal favourites” he said, reaching for a bouquet of snowy white roses, with soft petals and lush, dark green leaves.

“I know they are,” thought Sirius bitterly. “You told me in Third Year on a lazy summer day that white roses were your favorite flowers because your mum’s garden was full of them.”

“I’m sure she will love them,” he smiled.

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psychedelic-ink · 5 years ago

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hello! if you're taking requests still, could i ask for a kind of weirdly specific request? what if the witch queen had a son that she sent away? since, it seems like men aren't exactly welcomed in the witch's forest. and since her son would obviously be vanessa's brother... could i get a fluffy moment of the sibling's first meeting? and also uh...... what if..... finral gay... for pretty witch boy 😔💞 thank you in advance!

Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long for me to write it! I actually really liked this idea and might play with it again later on! Thank you so much I had so much fun writing this! Hope you’ll enjoy!

WARNING: Smut at the end!

It was a beautiful day in the town of Kikka. White clouds decorating the bright blue sky. A warm breeze blowing, caressing the skins of those who lived there. On a day like this, it was hard to be mad at anything. Usually Vanessa would be out enjoying a drink and Finral, well ,he would be out socializing. But as fate would have it , today was the first time that Finral saw the pink haired witch so furious.

Where ever her high heel boots hit the ground trembled. As she marched , she pushed away anyone who was infront of her. Finral the kind hearthed person that he was , had apologized countlessly.

“Vanessa,” he said softly. “Maybe you should calm down just a tinsy bit.”

Not even hearing the spatial mage, Vanessa cut him off. “I can’t believe her. Just when I thought maybe just maybe I could at least start to forgive her what does she tell me? That I have a younger brother!”

Her footsteps speeding up, Finral was having trouble keeping up with her. Trying to ease the tension, he let out a nervous smile. “I mean I get what you mean but,” he put his hand on her shoulder, stopping her in her tracks. “Maybe the first time seeing your brother, you shouldn’t be fuming from your mouth. I mean you’re mad at your mother not your brother.”

Her tense shoulders relaxed a bit. Taking in a deep breath, she closed her eyes. "Okay,you’re right.“ she opened her eyes back up and faced Finral. She gives him a wide smile. "How’s this ?” she asked still smiling her words barely understandble. Finral gave her a double thumbs up.

“Better then looking at him like you might murder him.”

Her wide smile becomes a small one. She takes Finral by the arm and they continued to walk towards her favorite coffe shop. This was the only place she liked that didn’t serve alcohol. Her steps were calmer now. When they arrived at the cute local coffee shop, she stopped just before going in. The huge sign that said “Screamin’ Beans” were moving along with the breeze. Finral gave Vanessa a worried look. She took one last breath , her chest raising up, she lets out all the air from her mouth. She put on a big smile and walked through the door. Finral following her.

“So,” Vannesa said her eyes quickly scannig the all too familiar shop. It wasn’t that crowded due to everyone wanting to be outside. “Where is he?”

“I’m guessing he’s the pink haired guy sitting next to the window?” Finral suggested with a sarcastic tone. Vanessa shot him a dirty look as they both walked towards the round table. The sun was giving the man sitting there a heavenly look. He looked somewhat of an angel. Finral had no idea a mans look could be so, breathtaking.

When they sttod awkwardly next to the table Vanessa’s brother, noticing them, lifted his head his lips quickly turning into a warm smile. As the man stood up and gave Vanessa a great big hug, Finral felt like that maybe he shouldn’t had come. Vanessa was the one who invited him saying that she would be too nervous. But so far her brother’s body language was quite friendly. Nothing like Vanessa’s many paranoid scenerios.

Vanessa was shocked for a moment , her hands glued to her sides, but she quickly recovered as she returned the gesture. Her lips finally forming a genuine smile. After parting away from his long lost sister he turned to Finral, holding out his hand.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Narcissus.”

Finral’s breath got caught in his throat for a moment. Now that the witch boy was looking at him, he could clearly see his face. The only word that Finral could describe him was, gorgeous. His skin was pale and smooth. He was almost paler then Vanessa. His cheek bones so prominent that it looked like it was sculpted by the most capable of sculpters. His eyes were blue as the sky that was outside. A couple of his bright pink wavy hair strands were dancing a long his face, one of the strands on top of his eye but not covering it completely. He was utterly perfect. Finral had never seen a man this beautiful, this breathtaking.

His neck was covered with long necklaces made out of various stones and crystals. He was wearing a dark green baggy long sleeve turned down collar shirt. The shirt’s cuffs were pink matching his hair. He was wearing a brown belt carrying his grimoire and his trousers were much like a shalwar with a matching green like his shirt. The sleeves of his shalwar were tucked in to his black boots. When Narcissus pushed his hand foward, Finral realized that he has been staring at the other man. His cheeks warming up he takes the hand offered to him and smiles.

“Nice to meet you too, I’m Finral. ”

“Why don’t we take a seat.” Vanessa said with excitement. Ignoring Finral gawking at his brother.

But unlike her sister Narcissus didn’t ignore it. Not removing his eyes from Finral’s, he also stared at the magic knight. Soon enough Finral followed Vanessa’s lead, avoiding his eyes and sitting next to her. His cheeks coloured with a tinge of red. Narcissus sat across him.

A waiter rushed to their side , Vanessa asked for a black coffe, Narcissus had ordered green tea prior of them arriving and Finral asked for a caramel macchiato. He felt like he needed the sugar after the basically molesting Vanessa’s brother with his eyes.

“My my,” a melodic voice spoke to him. “ Aren’t you the sweet tooth.”

It took Finral a moment to realize that Narcissus was talking to him. His hand went to the back of his head starting to nervously scrath himself. “Y-Yeah.” he stuttered. The witch gave him a mesmerising smile and turned to his sister.

“So tell me about yourself,” he said genuinely interested. “Mom told me you were a magic knight? Must be exciting.”

“Y-Yeah,” now it was Vanessa’s turn to stutter. She raised an eyebrow. “ You talked with mom?”

“Well yeah,” he replied , sipping his green tea. "When she left me with my step parents she left me a note explaining everything and why I couldn’t be with her. She writes to me now and then, asking about my magic and such.“ then he grinned. ” Apparently you and your squad made quite the impression on our home. She wrote to me after that, telling me I had a sister.“

"Our home?” she asked with a slight surprise in her tone. “You see it as your home?”

“I mean, I was born there.” he shrugged. “ I know mom is messed up but I do understand that as a male I couldn’t be there. Living with the same rules for centuries, it wasn’t going to change just because of lil old me.”

“But it should have!” Vannessa’s sudden outburst shocked both Finral and her brother. "She put me in a cage for years trying to evolve my magic. She sent you away without even telling me your existed! It’s not normal. Some rules should be able to bend a little.“

Finral averted his eyes. She was right. It was wrong for their mother to put them through something like this. Suddenly an image of Langris popped in to his head and how their parents always tried to put them against eachother. Narcissus reached out to Vanessa, putting a hand on her shaking shoulder. His thumb stroking her shoulder in order to calm her.

"I’m not saying I agree with what she did.” he said. “But we can’t change our past or our mother. I was lucky I lived away from everything so it was easier for me to let go. You should start that path as well. I’m with you now. We are together. I’m just happy that I have a strong sister like you.”

Finral’s heart almost melted when Vanessa put her hand on top of Narcissus’s. Her eyes were tearing up.

“Thank you.” she whispered.

The tender moment is cut short when the waiter comes and serve them their drinks. Both of their hands back to their original places Vanessa holds her coffe with both her hands feeling the warmth radiating from the mug.

“So now you tell me about yourself,” Vanessa said while sipping her coffe. "I want to learn everthing about you. What’s your magic for instance?“

"Well , I use crystal magic. I can change people’s emotions based on the magic of the crystal I use. I can also heal or power up people. Attack spells aren’t my strong point but I do have a couple of spells in my grimore-”

“What are the crystals on your necklace?” Finral interrupted, giving in to his curiosity. He quickly covered his mouth. “Sorry, that was rude of me.” Finral could feel Narcissus analyzing him with his gaze. It was like he was staring in to his soul which made him uncomfortable but also ,oddly enough, special.

“No need to apologize,” Narcissus began with a smile. “ These are rose quartzes,” he continued, lifting his first necklace. This was the necklace that was closest to his neck. “Rose quartzes are known to bring love to the wearer or make you love yourself . Honestly they are my favorite.” Finral’s heart sped up with the mention of the jewelery bringing love. Narcissus continued lifting his other necklace which had blue stones with yellow freckles on them. “These are called lapis lazuli. They amplify your physical talents and communication skills. They also have healing properties.”

“Wow,” both Vanessa and Finral murmur.

“What about you guys?” he asked.

“Well I have thread magic,” Vanessa said. She then pointed to Finral. “ And Finral here has spatial magic.”

“Both so rare, I would love to see them in action sometime.” Narcissus said with awe. “I live in a small cottage up in the mountains. You both are welcome to visit anytime.”

“Sure thing,” Vanessa replied with a big smile but realizing what Narcissus was implying her smile quickly formed a pout instead. “ Wait, why did that sound like you need to leave?”

Narcissus put his now empty teacup on to the table. “I’m really sorry,” he said with guilt in his eyes. “I forgot to give my cat food. But I brought you both gifts!” he rummaged through his bag and took out a smilar necklace but with green crystals instead and a bracelet covered with dark brown crystals. Narcissus extended his arm towards Vanessa the green necklace in his hand. Vanessa opens up her palms and he drops it on to them. “This is made out of jade stones. It keeps the wearer from harms way and brings harmony. It soothes the mind and frees you from negative thouhghts. And this,” he continued giving the bracelet to Finral. “Is made out of smokey quartzes. They disperses fear, lifts depression and negativity. They bring emotional calmness, relieving stress and anxiety. It also helps to cleanse your sexual centers so that energy can flow freely. Smokey quartz is one of the best crystals for sex for men because it increases their virility.”

Finral almost choked. What sexual cleanse? Now he was positive his whole face was a bright red. He was barely holding himself together while in the presence of such a beautiful man. Now he just randomly talks about sex? Nonethless he took the bracelet with gratitude and with a smile.

“Thank you.” Finral replied.

Narcissus smiled as he got up from his chair. Putting on her necklace Vanessa does the same. Giving his brother a big hug. Finral extend his arm in means to shake Narcissus hand but the witch gave him a hug instead. In that moment, Finral new the outfit that Narcissus were wearing did not do his body justice. His pounding heart coming to a halt. Wanting to cherish the moment he hugged the witch back. But unfortunetly all good things come to an end.

Despite Narcissus leaving them, Vanessa and Finral stayed behind continuing to enjoy their coffe. Finral put the bracelet on, feeling like a 14 year old that can’t control his emotions. He sighed, facing his looks towards Vanessa.

“I-I have a problem,” his voice was shaking. Vanessa raised her eyebrow. “I think I might have a crush on your brother.”

When a laugh echoes throughout the whole coffee shop Finral wanted to dissapear into the ground. This wasn’t the reaction he was expecting. When her laughter finally died down, he glared at her.

“Sorry,” she said wiping a tear from her eye. “I mean it was obvious you were practically undressing him with your eyes.” Finral eyes widen. He avoided his eyes and started to stare at his empty mug. Vanessa chuckled. “ I just wasn’t expecting you to be this honest with your feeling-”

“Feelings? What feeling?!” Finral blurted out, blushing. “He’s just really really beautiful.”

“Yeah alright.” Vanessa rolled her eyes. “Well , he did invite us to his cottage. We can go there tomorrow if you want?"

Finral, nervously tapping his mug with his thumbs, nodded without saying anything. In a million year he could’ve thought that he would fall for a man. Specially not Vanessa’s brother. But he couldn’t get his smile out of his head. How stunning he looked when the sun bounced off of him. His sky blue eyes piercing throught him.

He had no other choice then to nod.

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When he first woke up, Finral already new he was in trouble. His heart was already beating so fast that he thought his heart my burst out any second. He saw the pretty witch boy in his dreams. Holding his hand, kissing him. Putting his hands on his face he groans. Today was going to be a exhausting day. He didn’t even know if Narcissus liked him. He might have a girlfriend. He might have a boyfriend. They knew nothing about him. The amount that they spent talking wasn’t that much. He wished Narcissus could’ve stayed longer.

When their time to leave arrived Vannessa declared that she couldn’t come due to being sick. Finral’s eyebrow twitched at the excuse. This was clearly Vanessa’s idea of matchmaking. But nonethless he went with the plan. Butterflies flapping their wings in his stomach. He felt sick. Maybe he should’ve canceled too.

But he knew it was too late to do such a thing. He was standing infront of Narcissus’s house. As expected the house was sitting amongst a wonderland. The almond and cherry trees both in bloom, making the ground he was standing on magical. He had never seen a place so beautiful. This place was basically Narcissus. As he climbed up the three wooden steps a creek could be heard out. Vanessa told him that she would let Narcissus know that she couldn’t come. Before knocking he took in a deep breath. Pretty much like Vanessa did the day before. But as soon as he lifted his hand the door opened.

"Finral!” an overly enthusiastic voice shouts out to him. “Welcome! Sorry that the place is a bit messy.”

Finral stepped inside as he observed the witch’s home. There were plants every where and in every color. A silent whistle could be heard signaling that the tea had boiled. He could smell lemons. A touch on his leg startled him. When he looked down he saw that there was an orange cat rubbing his furry body on his leg , purring while doing so.

“His name is Baron,” Narcissus said. “He’s very friendly.”Finral smiled as he bent over to pet Baron. “I noticed.” he said amused. Finral then focused his look on to the witch. He was in the kitchen readying tea cups. “I was thinking we could sit outside on the porch,” he said carrying a tray with a teapot and two pastel pink teacups. “Is that okay with you?”

“Of course. Do you need any help?”

Before you can react Narcissus is already at the door. “No I’m good. I’ll bring the cake and after that we can sit down and relax.”

“Cake?”

Narcissus chuckled at how shocked Finral looked. “Yeah cake,” he said still giggling. “Why are you so surprised?”

“I-I just didn’t wanted to cause you so much trouble.”

“It’s just a cake Finral, It’s not like I fought the entire diamond kingdom.”

Finral let out a nervous chuckle. Narcissus was just so cute. He wanted to know more about him. His favorite food, favorite book, favorite plant the list would go on and on. How did Finral manage caught fellings? He was happy but his anxiety was hitting his stomach, hard.

“I hope you’re not alergic to lemon,” he said as he bend over to take the lemon cake out of the oven. Finral was smelling lemons before but when he took the cake out, it smelt like they were in the middle of lemon trees. His mouth watered. As Narcissus was passing Finral, he nudged him and gestures Finral to go outside with his head. Finral followed the witch as he went outside.

After, Finral could only assume an hour, the entirety of the lemon with poppy seeds cake was half eaten and both of the men were gladly sipping their tea. Their bellies full and warm. They had been talking about pretty much everything. Narcissus told him how he decided to live in a cottage, how he wanted to be a magic knight then changed his mind due to his step mother getting sick, how he was happy that he found about his sister, Finral barely talked about himself. It’s not like he had that of an interesting life. He just wanted to listen to Narcissus talk for days. He never wanted to leave this porch.

“What about you?” Finral is teared away from his thoughts. “Do you have any siblings?” Narcissus asked.

That question was enough to make Finral’s whole body tense up. Flashes of his childhood coming to his mind. No way he would litter such a beautiful evening with such awful memories. He shrugged trying to act cool.

“Yeah I have a younger step brother,” then he pat his stomach. “But man that cake was good! You should definetly give me the recipe I doubt I can make it as good as you though.”

Narcissus raised an eyebrow much like Vannessa does whenever Finral is being idiotic. The spatial mage starts to sweat.

“What was that?” the witch asked.

“What was what?”

“You trying to avoid talking about your brother? You tensing up?” he chuckled.

“Your weak attempt to change the subject?”

“Oh, that.” Finral didn’t know what to say. He started to tap his teacup once again. When he saw Narcissus blue eyes glued on him waiting for him to talk, he sighed. “My younger brother thinks I’m a joke. His name in Langris. Despite being younger then me he accomplished great things and he is the next head of the house of Vaude,” he shrugged avoiding eye contact. “Not that I care though. Sometimes I just care a bit too much about what they say. But I’m pretty much used to them seeing me as an utter failure.”

There is a moment of silence. Finral felt that just for that moment the whole world went silent. When he gathered the courage to look Narcissus, he is shocked to see the witch with clenched teeth looking furious. If looks could kill ,he or to be more precise his family, would be dead right now. In an attempt to lighten the mood Finral gave out a nervous chuckle.

“Don’t worry about it, Like I said I’m fine with it. Sorry for bringing it up.”

When the witch’s anger targeted him the hairs on his neck stood up. Maybe he should leave? After another silent and painfully cold moment, Narcissus extended his hand. Finral’s eyes trailed down to the table where the witch had laid his hand waiting for the magic knight to hold it. Swallowing the knot that had formed in his throat he complied. Upon this Narcissus closed his open palm and gave Finral a reassuring squeeze.

“Finral,” he began. “It’s great that you say you don’t care but it’s obvious that you do. Honestly I’m angry that you believe the things that your family had told you are true.” Now his thumb gently stroking Finral’s hand. The butterflies in his stomach had returned. “The first time I saw you I knew you were a kind trustworthy person. Just because you aren’t the strongest doesn’t mean you’re a failure. ” His anger filled eyes had turned into a compassionate one. “Please don’t cry.”

Finral hadn’t noticed that his whole body was shaking. He hadn’t notice how his face was wet due to the tears streaming down his face. He hadn’t notice how hard he was biting his lip trying not to let his emotions go.

“Sorry,” Finral whispered trying to compose himself, wiping his tears with the sleeve of his shirt.

Narcissus stood up not letting go of Finral’s hand. He pulled him to his feet. Finral was surprised he could stand up with the way his legs had been shaking. But without question he followed the witch as he entered his home and guided him towards the pastel orange couch. Narcissus laid Finral there and got on top of him, now straddling him. Finral’s eyes widened. His heart almost bursting, the butterflies in his stomach trying to get out, he gulped.

Narcissus leaned over, gently kissing Finral’s eyes at first. Then he left a trail of soft kisses where the tears had left a trail and finally his lips found their wat to Finral’s. Finral’s lips moved alongside Narcissus’s soft ones. The kiss is tender and warm. Wanting more Finral lifted his head pushing into the witch’s mouth. He felt Narcissus smile into the kiss, he snuck his tongue in, sucking on the magic knight’s tongue. Finral moaned, his hips snapping up in order to get some kind of friction. When Narcissus breaks the kiss he whines at the lost.

,“You deserve everything Finral,” he said with a reassuring tone. “Today it’s all about you. I’m going to pamper you as you deserve to be treated that way.”Before Finral could reply or do anything, Narcissus cupped Finral’s member, stroking it. Finral wished the fabric between the two was gone as he bucked his hips upward. The witch unbuttoned Finral’s trousers and pulled down both his pants and his boxers. A sudden breeze hitting his now fully hard cock. Finral could feel the remaining blood in his body rushing to his cheeks. When he glimpsed at Narcissus he could see a tinge of red decorating his cheeks. His member twitched when he watched Narcissus tongue darts out in order to lick his lips.

Narcissus leaned over and took only the head of Finral’s stiff member into his mouth. Sucking on it as if it was a lollipop. His tongue dancing along , moaning as he licked the precum forming on the tip of Finral’s cock. Finral’s hips bucked up once again, letting out a hard moan. He wanted Narcissus to take it all.

“My my,” the witch said his lips wrapped around Finral’s cock. “You are quite impatient aren’t you?”

Finral groaned as his partner continued to torture him by just suckling on the tip of his cock. Letting his member go with a load pop Narcissus slid his tongue down along his shaft. Then licked his way back up to the tip of his member. The only thing Finral could do was beg. Beg for the witch to take his whole cock inside of his torturous mouth. His begging is awarded as Narcissus swallowed him whole. Burying his nose in to Finral’s bush. He hums around his cock sending delicious vibrations along his member. This was too much for the magic knight, wrapping his hand with Narcissus’s pink hair he slightly tugs on it making the witch moan. Losing the will to hold back anymore Finral fucks Narcissus’s sinful mouth. Feeling his partners throat clenching around his member. While his cock was fully buried in his throat Narcissus swallowed around him sending Finral over the edge. His hot cum squirting in to the others throat. Loud gulps could be heard throughout the whole cottage. Narcissus continued to bob his head up and down helping Finral get down from his orgasm. When the witch lifted his head to observe his partner , he could see that the magic knight was a complete mess. His chest going up and down as he breathe heavily ,his arm covering his eyes. Narcissus crawled up in order to be face to face with him once again. He removed his arm and gave Finral a tender kiss. Finral smiled as he parted away.

“Sorry if I was a little bit rough,” he said as his hand wondered across Narcissus’s body quickly making it’s way down the witch’s hardened member.

“Now it’s your turn.” he continued playfully as he fumbled to getthe other’s pants down.

“There will be plently of time for that,” Narcissus replied smirking. “What did I told you? Today is all about you.”

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jaschicken1 · 5 years ago

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Ok hear me out: a small scenario or HC of Laughing Jack with a child victim who knows that his true intentions, so they're like "go away please I'm trying to enjoy my tea party"? It can either go with a bad ending or a good ending. Also, i rlly luv ur work~ ❤

(Creepypasta x Scenario) Laughing Jack with a child victim who knows his true intentions -

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Giggling, I smiled over at Mr.Teddy. “No, you can’t do that, silly!” I served him some of his favorite tea, lemon tea, while shaking my head. I was sitting in the middle of my room with the door closed. I wanted to have a tea party with some of my friends and they insisted that I use my pink table for the party.

Mr. Teddy was my favorite, but nobody else knows that. "What was that? Do you want tea too?” I cupped my ear, leaning in to listen to Ginger. He's a big brown bear my mom got for my birthday, he's taller than me! Today I only have three friends with me, Mr.Teddy, which is a camouflage bear. Ginger, who is the big teddy bear, and I have Snickers, which is a blue bunny.

While serving some tea for Ginger, I saw that Snickers was looking behind me. “What is it?” I questioned, looking over my shoulder to see a tall clown standing behind me.

“Hello, (Y/n)~” He smiles, slowly tilting his head to the side.

“Umm... I don’t know you. My mom told me not to talk to strangers.” I declare, moving away from him.

“Aw, I’m no stranger to you. You don’t remember me?” The evil clown crouches down to my height, frowning a bit. Shaking my head, I heard my friends telling me not to talk to him, that he’s evil. “Well, that’s a bummer. I’m Laughing Jack. Would you like some candy?” Jack extended his hand, showing many different types of coloured candies with some kind of red-coloured liquids on them.

“No thanks, can’t take candy from a stranger.” I turned my back on him, going back to my tea party. There was a growl behind me before I felt claws digging into my shoulder. “Stop! I just wanna have a tea party with my friends!” I screamed, tears beginning to form in my eyes.

“Am I not your friend?!” He snarls, yanking on me to look at him.

“Please! Just stop!” I cried, seeing the anger in the clowns' grey dull eyes.

"You've ignored me enough! I expected you to remember me!” Pain pierced my arms as Jack clenched my forearms with his claws, blood slowly rolling down my soft skin. “After everything I did for you! You wanna forget about me!!”

I screamed, tears falling down my cheeks as I tried to get away from this monster in front of me. I listened as footsteps ran up the stairs and headed towards my room. Jack apparently heard that too, making him look at my closed door behind me.

“Don’t think you’re going to get away with this.” He glares, taking one of his hands off me. I watched as he raised it in the air before slicing down across my face. Falling onto my side, I screeched in pain, holding onto my bleeding face, not caring if I got my hands all bloody.

A poof of black smoke clouded my room, letting me know the clown left. I listened as my door got kicked down and my mother ran in.

“(Y/N)! Oh my gosh! What happened!” My mother panicked, carefully lifting me onto her lap before calling an ambulance.

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foolishlovebugbaby · 5 years ago

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he loves me, he loves me not. | part 1

hanahaki-disease!au / highschool!au

Summary: it’s hard watching your bestfriend hack up brilliant yellow tulip petals as a result of being the apple of someone’s eye. it’s even harder, however, to fess up and admit that you’re the cause of his respiratory ailments.

Genre: fluff, slow-burn.

Word count: 3.8k

The Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from unrequited love, where the patient’s throat will fill up with flower and will then proceed to cough up the petals. One of the only ways for the disease to ‘disappear’ is if the said person returns the feelings.

AU where the person you love is the one coughing up your favorite flowers.

There are many defining moments in a person’s lifetime.

Some have the day they turned double-digits as one. Many have the death of a loved one alter them for life. Others choose their most spectacular adventure as the moment of their transformative ascend.

Yours, however, came in the form of a freckle-speckled brunette and bright green scissors.

“T-teachew! Teachew! Fe-Fewix cut my haiw!” you wailed, your tears spouting from eyes that were too big for your face. 4-year-old you was in complete and utter shambles- what once was your pride and joy (long hair that you had been growing out since you were 2- albeit it only reached your shoulder blades, it was a lot for your wanna-be Rapunzel dreams) was now a sad excuse for a very asymmetrical bob cut. And it was all because of that grinning, moon-crescent-eyed boy with a hefty handful of your snipped hair clutched in his left hand and a bright pair of apple-green scissors in the other.

“You shouwd thank me! Youw haiw is awways annoying you! You keep fwipping it off youw shouwders.” He retorted, brows coming together and huffing as he crossed his little arms over his chest. Poor Felix really did have good intentions- he really wanted to help you out of your predicament; he’d always seen you brush your thick hair away from your face and decided that enough was enough. He wanted to be the prince in shining armour that freed you from your cage- or, in this case, your hair. And anyways, he’d always wondered what it would be like to cut hair.

You shrieked louder.

“Now I can’t be Wapunzew and it’s aw youw fauwt!” unending tears flowed as you flailed your short arms around helplessly, throwing a tantrum at the nursery. The teachers did their best to shush you and coax you into calming down, but you wouldn’t have it. Felix was public enemy number 1, and you were merciless.

Well, merciless for a 4-year-old.

“He shouwd be in time outsies!” you declared, pointing an accusatory and humorously chubby finger at the boy. He gaped.

“No! I won’t get to pway wif my fwiends!” He argued, his big brown eyes widening at the teacher as they pleaded his case. Luckily for you, she wasn’t one to crumble at cute puppy-dog eyes and pouts that could send authoritarians in a heart-fluttering outburst.

“Lee Felix, in the naughty chair right now!” she pointed sternly at the naughty corner that held the most dreaded seats in class. Granted, they were just step-stools spray painted black with the words “Time Out ☹️” written in bold white letters surrounded by an infant safety cage to keep you locked in- but in your world of rainbows and blissful ignorance, that corner was the world’s worst prison cell and Felix was about to enter a world full of hurt.

His eyes brimmed with tears as he slumped dejectedly and dragged his feet towards the naughty corner. You laughed menacingly.

“Losew! Muahaha, that’s what big-bums wike you get!” you watched too many cartoons with evil geniuses, and that definitely showed in the way you smiled wickedly and rubbed your hands together like you were gargamel and Felix was the first smurf you caught. You stuck your tongue out at him and made an L shape with your fingers that you planted firmly on your forehead.

Boy, were you one mean 4 year old tyrant.

“Y/N! What did I say about foul language and teasing?” The teacher had her hands on her hips and a disappointed glare written all over her face as she stared down at you. Foul language was an... interesting concept in nursery.

You stared up at her towering figure and shrinked back. “Off to the naughty corner for you.” She sternly held onto your chubby wrist and dragged you to the prison. Your small, growing mind could not comprehend why you were the one being punished when you were the victim of this ruthless attack.

“B-b-but-!”

“No but’s!” Felix snickered immaturely at that. “I want you both to reflect on what happened today and make up, got it? No playing or moving until I get back!” The teacher scolded and they nodded submissively, eyes glued to the floor with arms crossed on their chest as she sauntered out of the room.

You glanced at Felix out of the corner of your eye and huffed. The bitterness was eating at you, so you scooted as far away as you possibly could in the small confines and let out a very angry hmph. You fiddled with your hair- or, what was left of it, and began feeling an overwhelming sense of misery. My poor poor hair...

Your sniffles broke the rather tense and awkward silence between you both. You cried softly to yourself, and little Felix could feel the guilt swallow him whole. His little heart softened at the sight of you.

“H-hey, d-don’t cwy,” he cautiously scooted his stool closer to you and placed an arm around you. “I-I’m weawwy s-sowwy.” His full lips pouted when you only looked away.

“I-I just wanted to hewp you,” His doe eyes glassed over with tears of guilt as his arm retreated from your shoulders and onto his lap where he fiddled with his thumbs.

You hated to admit it, but your fickle heart didn’t like being so harsh on the pouty boy next to you. But he took it too far, so you stood your ground even if you did want to go back to making unshapely flowers with him.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Felix move to the edge of the pen and stand on his time out stool, his small arms stretching as much as they could towards the table directly in front of you.

“What awe you doing?” You asked curiously as you turned to him. He placed a finger on his lips as he successfully grabbed a marker and piece of paper. You only looked more confusingly at him as he turned his back to you, scribbling something on. You pouted.

First this punk cuts my hair, then he hides-

“I-I know it’s not weal, b-but I just wanted to say sowwy.” He held up the paper right in front of your face. The once blank pink sheet now had a bundle of haphazardly drawn yellow flowers- if you could call it that. The petals were scribbled on and the stems looked more like waves, but hey, what more could he have done with no table and a limited colour selection?

His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were hopeful, “M-maybe if you agwee to be fwiends then I could tew mommy to get you weal ones?” You stared at the paper then at him, joy fluttering through you.

Picasso? Rembrandt? Michelangelo? Who were they? You only knew Lee Felix, and he just drew you the greatest florals you’d ever seen.

You giggled loudly and hugged him. “Ofcouwse we can be fwiends!” You shook him around in your tiny arms and he giggled along with you. “But you have to pwomise not to cut my haiw ewer again,” You looked him dead in the eye, your hands planted on his shoulders as you held him at arms length. He nodded vigorously.

“I pwomise.” He held a pinky up to and you gladly intertwined your own.

So maybe you did end up with shorter hair- but then again, you also managed to end up with yellow tulips and a best friend.

“Gosh, I feel so bad for her.” Felix grimaced next to you as you both sat in Math class. “She looks like she’s about to cough up an entire rose meadow.”

“Tell me about it.” You mumbled and looked pityingly at the girl in question. She was coughing up a storm right at the front of the class, red rose petals littering her desk and covering her math work. It was sad, really- news went around that she had dumped her boyfriend just a few weeks ago, and while she was able to move on and tear herself away from the animosity of teen love, he clearly wasn’t. Lo and behold, she had come down with a case of the nasties- the one disease that showcased your desirability while also managing to turn you into an other-worldly sort of TB patient on acid. The Hanahaki disease.

Or, hacki-hacki, as Felix liked to call it. “Get it, because they hack up a florist’s dream?”

What deity out there decided that bestowing this cruel respiratory ailment was a good idea? You had no clue. But the pitfalls of highschool had made it especially arduous to face. Sure, love was fickle, and true love even more so at this age, but that didn’t prevent any cases from whizzing through the hallways ready to grapple it’s next victim mercilessly. Privacy for dealing with unrequited love was a luxury that no one could afford.

“As antagonistic as it seems, I’m so glad no one’s in love with me.” Felix declared. “I wouldn’t be able to stand having petals clogging up my oesophagus.”

“I have a feeling the universe is going to wreck you sideways just for saying that.” You snort.

“Well, after today there’ll be absolutely no school for the next two months which means neither of us will have to face the horror that is High School Hormones,” He puts an arm around you and looks up, as if envisioning something in the air, “and we’ll be able to bask in the glory that is Summer.” A few beats pass with you in utter confusion over what it is you both were staring at until you snort and flick his forehead.

“You are so dramatic, Fefe.” He scowled at the nickname. “Summer is going to be so boring since everyone will be out the country except me.” You huffed and pouted, slumping in your seat.

He sat up straighter, “Hey, I’m still going to be here!”

“And what about it?”

He gasped loudly, quite dramatically, too, and held a hand up to his chest. The whole class shot their heads up like meerkats and looked towards your table, Felix’s ears turning crimson from embarrassment as you tried to bite back a laugh. You were amused at the boy, really, at how he’d manage to turn everything into a melodramatic screenplay if given enough inspiration to do so.

“Your heart is on the other side, genius.” He glared at you and rolled his eyes.

“Whatever. You’re such a spoil-sport, you know? But, being the generous person that I am, I’m willing to forgive your disrespectful ass.” You scoffed. “Baby, you and I are going to have the greatest summer ever, and I won’t allow anything less.” He leaned back, all smug and proud as if he had already planned the greatest holiday itinerary to ever exist.

You glanced at him, skeptical, but accepted the idea nonetheless. What’s the worst that could happen, right?

“If we don’t have the City Girl Summer of our dreams, then I’m blaming you.”

“You burnt the cookies.”

“I did not burn the cookies,” Felix reaches over and grabs one straight out of the tray, instantly dropping it due to it’s scalding heat. It flips over on your countertop and topples, landing on its face looking like a sad excuse of a choco-chip- which, in retrospect, it was.

“Okay, so maybe I did burn them.” he defends poorly, scratching his temple.

“Maybe? It looks like the sweat stain on Mr. Song’s brown button up whenever he demonstrates where the axillary lymph nodes are.” You snicker and he scowls at you, shoving your arm.

“I get it, I get it, geez. But in my defense I wouldn’t have burnt them if you,” He points his small index finger at you. “Had reminded me to check on the cookies every five minutes. So, really, this is all your fault.” He waves the same finger around the messy kitchen, which looked like a tornado had raided it’s contents in an unsuccessful attempt to find hidden treasure.

“Are you kidding me?” You gasp in disbelief of his accusation. The nerve of this boy was insurmountable, and you’d think more than a decade’s worth of friendship would have taught you that his juvenile ass was always ready to pick a fight out of thin air. But, just like his ego, your contentious self would not go down without a fight.

You gaped like a fish, having a flurry of obscenities ready to spew out and lash at him, but all failing to make it past your lips as a result of your vexation. So you growled, like a damn beast, and stuck your hand in the flour bag. His eyes widened, “You wouldn’t.” He huffed, squinting his eyes at you so as to call your bluff.

Wordlessly, you fisted the flour in your hand and hurdled in straight on his face, which became somewhat of a nuclear white, the flour covering his hair all the way down to the neck line of his sweater. They really weren’t messing around when they called this thing ‘all-purpose’.

You giggled, the hostility in you practically vanishing like the puff of flour that wafted through the air between you both. His eyes were shut tight and his lips were pulled in a straight line. “You think that’s funny?” He says lowly with his head tilted to the side as he rubs the flour from his eyes.

“I think it’s hilarious.” You squeak, the humor in your voice obnoxiously apparent and he bites the inside of his cheek, nodding and looking around.

Within and split second he has you in a headlock, your back against his floury chest and his arm around your neck as you squeal and squirm. You see his free hand reach over for the egg carton, and you can’t help but think your mom would kill you once she gets home.

“Woah there buddy, let’s call a truce, why don’t we? C’mon, you know I love ya.” You humor, trying to appeal to him so as to not get egged.

“Pro tip; dousing an egg spillage with salt makes for easier clean up.”

“Why do you say tha-” Oh.

You gasp; the feeling of eggshell cracking against your skull wasn’t one you were... accustomed to, to say the least. You felt the slimy and cold contents trickle down your forehead and you swore you could summon the wrath of a thousand gods in that moment.

Felix lets you go as he laughs boisterously, enjoying your distress a little too much. “Oh shit,” He breathes out wheezing and doubles over in laughter. You angrily wipe your face and glare at him, “Oh shit is correct.”

Now, if anyone were to walk in on the whole debacle, they’d be in for a treat. It was like watching a rerun of Tom and Jerry- only Tom was a freckled brunette wheezing in laughter and Jerry was a 5-foot-something girl clinging onto him in a chokehold.

“What in heaven’s name...” Your mom stood at the entrance of the kitchen, mouth agape and absolutely astonished by the sight before her; flour scattered all over her granite island, egg shells cracked on the floor, a tray of sad cookies turned over on the counter top, and “Is something burning?”

She has yet to lay eyes on the pair of you- which was a good thing, since the sight would have sent her into cardiac arrest. But that momentary save was short lived as it was quite hard to not notice the fact that her daughter was grasping her best-friend’s son like a baby monkey clinging onto its mama.

You and Felix stare back at her, mouth opening and closing like goldfish. “It’s all his fault, I swear.” You point a finger to his head below yours with the hand that, only a few seconds ago, was clawing at him.

“Are you kidding me?” He whispers-yells at you, “I swear, she started it.” He shrugs you off of him harshly and you trip but regain your balance. You snarl at the back of his head.

Before you could pounce on the boy again, you hear your mom harshly tsk your way and you freeze. “One day you kids are going to give me a heart attack,” She shakes her head and sets the grocery bags at the foot of the entrance. “Luckily, today is not that day. Now start cleaning up, both of you.” She points a finger at the pair of you and begins to walk away.

“Is it okay if i stay the night aunty?” Felix quips before she completely disappears and you make a face.

“What? No wa-”

“Of course you can sweetheart! Our home is your home~ I’ll call your mom and tell her.” You gag. Your mom always adored Felix and there was nothing you could do about it.

“You know, sometimes I get the inkling that my mom loves you more than she loves me. She coos sweetheart at you and calls me by first name, like what is up with that.” You huff once she disappears out into the hallway. Felix turns to you, a proud look in his eyes, “Of course she loves me more. Have you seen this face?” He makes a sickeningly cute face but fails to get his point across due to the layer of flour covering it. You only roll your eyes and throw a wet towel at his face.

“Get to cleaning, flour boy.” You snicker at your joke.

“You’re really not funny.”

You both move through the kitchen, wiping down the countertops and floor with the occasional quips of disgust over the mess you made. Covering spilt egg heavily with salt did, surprisingly, help get rid of it as you came to find out, but patting Felix on the back for his ‘pro-tip’ and boosting his ego was not something you were up for.

“Why are you sleeping over, by the way? It’s been ages.” You aggressively wipe the dried up chocolate on the top shelf- how it managed to get there was still a mystery to you.

“Precisely! The last time we did, it was winter break,” He scrubs at the burnt crumbs that melded themselves on the baking tray, “It’s only fitting that I take refuge in your humble abode for a few days, so that I can kidnap you and make you stay over at mine’s.” He grins at you and you chuckle.

“I have to see you everyday this summer, don’t I?”

“You can count on it, baby.” He winks

You whine at his pet name, “Stop calling me baby- do you know how many people think we’re an item?” You finish up cleaning, walking over to the sink to wash your hands. “I swear, so many people at school are convinced we’re dating and I can’t help but want to vomit each time.” You lean onto the counter next to him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Oh shut up,” He scoffs and shrugs. “Besides, we both know that I’m single, and you’re a wild beast incapable of love.” He jokingly cups your cheek and pouts and you smack him on the arm.

“Okay okay I’m sorry, stop assaulting me geez.”

“So are you feeling Jaws or Clueless tonight?” Felix holds up the two DVD’s in his hands and contemplates, shaking his damp hair from out of his face. You had just come out of the shower, taking longer than expected as a result of having to scrub out a myriad of baking ingredients from your body and hair. Dressed in your grizzly bear onesie, you wanted nothing more than to cuddle up in your sheets and knockout. But clearly Felix had other ideas.

He sat at the foot of your bed, shuffling through your Dad’s old DVD collection in attempt to pick out a movie with your hoodie on. Well, it wasn’t exactly your hoodie per se; it was his that he had left a couple sleepovers ago and you had officially claimed domain over it, refusing to give it back. But it was so soft and warm and cuddly, how could you let it go?

“Just pop in any.” You said and flopped onto the bed on your stomach.

“That does nothing to help me.” He looks up at you and you shrug. “Jaws it is then.”

You scroll on your phone while he shuffles through your room, turning off the lights and lamps before making his way towards your bed.

“Jesus Christ!” You wheeze out when you feel his weight on top of you. He had jumped onto your body, smothering you into your bed and you wanted to rip the freckles right off of him one by one. Gruesome? Yes. Necessary? Absolutely.

“Your hair smells nice.” He giggles into the back of your head and you squirm.

“Get off of me!” He pouts and rolls over next to you.

“Forgive me for wanting to be affectionate.” He huffs.

“So your definition of affection is doing a WWE smack down?”

“We’re all a little different, okay!” You snort at him. How you managed to put up with him was a mystery and a half.

After constant uncomfortable shifting on your bed with a few kicks at each other here and there followed by a “Is this my bed or yours?” “Practically mine, since I picked it out for you.”, you both settled comfortably in your sheets with him sprawled out horizontally while you used his tummy as a pillow. Try as you might, but you couldn’t help but feel the muscles on his abdomen.

“Someone’s been going to the gym.” You poke at his middle and he giggles, “That tickles!”

His fingers run through your hair instinctively, combing through the tangles and layers and massaging your scalp. You hum at the feeling.

You two definitely had your shared moments of chaos with each other daily, but you forgot how nice it was to not want to slit his throat every time he opened his mouth.

“I’m glad you’re here this summer, fefe.” You say sleepily and he chuckles.

“Just say you’re in love with me and get it over with.” You pinch his sides.

It had been so long since you last spent your summer together. It was always either him travelling outside the country with his family or vice versa the last few years, and he was glad that he got to keep you all to himself this time, even if he wouldn’t admit it. High school was breezing by too fast and sooner or later you both would have to part ways, so he convinced himself that it was okay to be selfish this time.

“Do you think we could go see a sunrise soon?” You mumble drowsily into his middle. His fingers moving through your hair was doing wonders to lull you to sleep, but you weren’t complaining.

“Anything you want.” He replies sleepily.

“And maybe learn surfing and get .”

He smiles down at you, “Sure thing, baby.”

a/n: god, i wanted this to be a oneshot so bad but lord knows i wouldn’t be able to put it out for months if it were. so here’s another multi-chapter fic from me- no bullet points this time n better slow burn (hopefully) :) stick around for more <3

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nctprism · 5 years ago

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MEMBER PROFILE:MARISOL/MIJA

”Vivamos. Y que pase lo que tenga que pasar.”(Let’s live. And whatever happens has to happen.)

M I J A / M A R I S O L:

STAGE NAME:Mija

FULL NAME: Marisol Hernandez

KOREAN NAME: Ji Mija

BIRTHDAY: August 21st 1999.

AGE: 20

NATIONALITY: Spanish

GREW UP IN: Barcelona, Spain.

ZODIAC SIGN:Leo

EYE COLOR: Brown

HAIR COLOR (natural): Black

HEIGHT: 5 foot 4(162 cm)

BLOOD TYPE: B negative

POSITION: Visual of the group, main dancer.

SUB-UNITS: PRISM(2020)

LANGUAGES: Spanish(fluent), French(fairly fluent), Korean(fairly fluent), English(learning), Thai(learning from Hana and Ten).

FACE CLAIM:Songhee( BVNDIT)

FAVOURITE:

COLOUR: Blue

LEAST FAVORITE COLOUR: Dark pink

MUSIC: Spanish pop, reggaeton, K-pop

LEAST FAVORITE MUSIC: Rock, classical

FOOD:Tapas, paella,gazpatcho, pretty much anything Spanish, Mari will gladly cook for the members. She loves spicy food so had a hard time adjusting to Korean food at first but now will happily eat like a native Korean. Pretty much ANYTHING covered in soy sauce is a win to her. She doesn’t have a huge sweet tooth, so any cakes or sweet treat is safe around her.

DRINKS: Hot chocolate all the way. Doesn’t matter what time of the year it is.

HABITS: Tends to pick at her nails when nervous. It’s so bad Karine gifted her one of those nail polishes that smell really bad in order to stop her doing it.

HOBBIES:Dancing, also has a keen interest in design and drawing, as her father is an architect.

WHY DID SHE AUDITION FOR SM?: It was an impulse decision to attend the SM global audition in Paris, but she had always enjoyed dancing and a bit of singing. Auditioned under vocalist and dancer, but her dance skills impressed the scouts on the audition the most.

AGE SHE JOINED SM: 17

EDUCATION:.Spanish elementary and secondary school attended Hanalim and graduated from their Applied Music department.

FAMILY:,MOTHER: Sofia, much like Lily’s mother, is very proud of her daughter and often calls her daughter. (also jokes Prism’s sofia is her actual mother and now fans can’t unsee it whoops-)

FATHER:Youngjae, a bit of a workaholic, but tries to text his daughter whenever he can.

SIBLINGS: Marta and Miguel, born right after she became an SM trainee, spends a lot of time with them once she gets time to visit home.

MOST AT EASE: In the dance studio, or drawing on her tablet

HOW SHE FEELS ABOUT HERSELF: Has always been fairly confident, to the point of looking cocky, which is why she gets placed in the centre a lot in choreography.

PERSONALITY:

GREATEST STRENGTH: Can be so confident it rubs off on her other members and gives them strength

GREATEST WEAKNESS: Can hold people to too high a standard sometimes

SOFT SPOT: Her little twin siblings, for sure. It’s not really obvious, as she barely talks about her family in vlives but it's obvious among the other members

TRAITS:

OPTIMIST OR PESSIMIST: Pessimist

INTROVERT OR EXTROVERT: Extrovert

WHAT BEING AN IDOL MEANS TO HER: Perfecting her craft and learning about the industry every day.

CHARMING IDOL POINT: Fanservice-she knows what the fans want, and within reason, will provide them with it.

NOT SO CHARMING IDOL POINT: Aegyo-she hates being asked to do it on the spot, sensuality is more of her strong spot.

~OTHER FUN FACTS~

-her nicknames are Mari(Prism) and Gingy(by Ten-her hair was dyed red for Prism’s debut and the name stuck)

-Will never admit it but was very worried to debut, but was relieved to see how well people received their debut.

-clicked with Ten as she shared a love of dance, and often loves to learn dance from him.

-Tends to swear in Spanish when in pain or when very frustrated.

-overly protective of Karine and Sofia despite the fact Sofia is older than her and acts like her mother (also called Sofia), and Karine because she’s the youngest of all the NCT members.

-Hana is easily her best friend in the group, and when they hang out with Ten and Kun, madness occurs!

-Her and Hana are the closest with the WayV members due to them hanging out with Ten and Kun constantly.

-once attempted to teach the girls and Ten salsa, and it ended badly mostly because Ten kept messing around with the younger members.

-turned down a spot at design school to join SM, helped to design the official Prism fanclub logo and lightstick.

-can be a little wild when she gets going(the nct hoe anthems were all designed for mija just saying)

#fake kpop girl group #fake kpop idol #fake kpop member #fake kpop gg #nct female addition #nct female unit #kpop oc #nct #nct writers #nct prism #mari.profile #mija.profile

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truelovebenefactress · 5 years ago

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@quirofiliac Asked:

what are some of aya's favorite make-up tricks... v_v and some of her favorite colors to wear....... invested minds want to know.

WITH A TWINKLE IN HER EYE, so would a soft, demure smile make its away upon her very features. While everyone certainly had their own preferences when it came to what makeup to use (And that itself was a CHALLENGE that the woman absolutely enjoyed figuring out, each and every single time), Aya definitely had a few simple tips that she was more than happy to share with most of her customers, especially returning ones:

“As the NATURAL LOOK is one of this salon’s most requested looks... I do have a few DIY tips that might be of some help during most emergencies... phew. Firstly, do mix a little MOISTURISER into your FOUNDATION, that alone will give your skin a dewier, more natural finish. With that said, do refrain from using too much CONCEALER, after... Phew, I can’t tell you the number of times I have had customers enter my salon with ASHY UNDEREYES...

Secondly, most matte lipsticks are a little... OVERWHELMING, especially if you are aiming for that natural look... phew. And so, after applying the lipstick of your choice-- I suggest that you dampen a small fluffy makeup brush with just a little primer, and use the brush to buff the colour... phew, creating a diffused, long-lasting, matte lip stain.

Lastly, we all want our EYES TO STAND OUT... phew. And so a good way to define your eyes without having to apply too much eyeliner is to instead apply a BLACK OR BROWN EYE PENCIL to the top and bottom waterlines of your eye... phew. After applying it, close your eyes tightly together... for a good second or two... phew. This will push the pigment into the roots of your lashes, deepening the appearance of your NATURAL LASHLINE... Then, take a cotton bud and remove the majority of the pencil from the waterline, leaving just the pigment at the roots of your lashes. Your lashes will look naturally defined, with zero harsh lines."

A PLEASANT CHUCKLE would follow soon after, upon being asked of something that pertained more towards her as a person. It was a pleasant surprise, especially after answering questions that were often for the asker’s own sake, “I suppose I do have a soft spot for shades of PINK and RED... phew. Seeing as they represent LOVE itself... along with COMPASSION and ROMANCE itself... I do love most warm colours, however... For some reason, colours like BLUE and PURPLE never looked right on me... phew...”

WITH THAT SAID, finely manicured hands would then raise themselves up towards the other’s face. It was a little sudden, but all the same gentle as fingertips grazed themselves across their very skin, “But, Snii-san... Phew, all you are in need of right now is to make sure that you always apply moisturiser and sunscreen before going out.... Phew, otherwise, you’re already as BEAUTIFUL as you are now...”

#(Me: About this answer this OOC)#(Aya: Let me speak with her c:)#(Me: ...)#(Me: yeahokwhynot c:)#(Tysm for this Snii eeee!!! <333)#(I legit EEEEEed when I got the notification for this!!! ;; <333)#❣ Asks ❦#quirofiliac

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forestwater87 · 6 years ago

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Odd question. If you were doing a wing fic (shorthand: everyone has some kind of wings on their back; up to you if they're always out or if they can be banished and summoned at will) for Camp Camp, what kind of wings would the cast have?

Oooh I love wing fics! Hmmm, let’s see . . .

David’s would be a little small for his age/size, and he’d probably be kind of embarrassed about that. He can still fly just fine with them -- which he’d say, defensively, if anyone pointed them out -- and they’re very fluffy, white, with little speckles of green flecked throughout.

Now I know most wing fics stick with feathered wings, but it did occur to me that some sort of insectlike wings -- all delicate-looking and iridescent like the surface of a bubble -- would also suit him very well. They’d be a bit more natural and forest-y, but would still have that element of embarrassment and shyness (he was probably called “fairy” a lot growing up, and it’d be a sore spot for him).

That being said, the idea of David having massive wings was suggested by @ciphernetics, and I must admit that the idea of him either wrapping them around people to protect or comfort them is super cute. Also in a protective moment he could like fwoosh, out they come to shield the campers and it’d be badass. It’s not my preferred hc for him, but there are some lovely ways to play with it.

Gwen’s would be . . . serviceable. Dull, easily overlooked, probably some shade of gray or that kind of dun mousy brown that looks greyish in the right light, bigger than David’s but neither unusually large or small, not especially fluffy but not kind of molted the way some sick people’s are . . . they’re just sort of there. (She was probably nicknamed Pigeon by a lot of people, both as an affectionate term and a derogatory one. And like pigeons’ wings, there are little patches of color among her wings that are hard to see unless you’re looking for them it’s a metaphor get it? aren’t I clever ohoho)

Campbell’s are humongous. The biggest wings ever. He is a mountain of a man, with massive pure-white wings. Some people are convinced he genetically modified them somehow, and they do have this uncanny radioactive glow in the dark but don’t worry about that, it’s perfectly natural and not at all suspicious!

The fun thing about this is that they can get increasingly bedraggled as Season 3 progresses, until they’re drooping and muddy.

Quartermaster has bat wings. I don’t give a fuck if literally every other character has angel wings, QM’s are bats and that’s just the way it has to be.

I like the idea of the campers having small wings that can fit under their clothes, because they haven’t really grown in yet. I imagine maybe Nurf might be an exception, since he seems to be either older or just bigger than the other campers, but for the most part those kiddos look just like their normal selves. That being said, a few ideas of what they might look like grown up:

Max -- black, maybe a little big for his age, like a crow or raven’s wings. When he gets annoyed they puff up and slip out of his hoodie, and it’s a pain to put them back in which annoys him even more and gets them more puffy and hard to stuff back . . . it’s a constant struggle. Pity the poor kid.

Neil -- I’m torn between going with his hair color and giving him some hawklike brown-and-white wings, which I think would look nice with his coloring, and just going hog-wild and giving him wings like a bluebird because of his eyes. I think the latter would be too showy and embarrass him, but there’s something kinda cute about that too. His wings would be like his dad: impossible to ignore and much louder and more obnoxious (in his POV) than they need to be.

Nikki -- big and flecked with golden-orange. Of all the characters I think hers would have the most modifications, because as a kid/young adult she wasn’t careful with them and got them all torn up -- maybe to the point where she can’t even fly with them. But she has Neil and he’s a smart cookie, so I like to think of her wings having a vaguely-steampunk element of mechanisms and patches keeping them together.

Harrison -- white or a very light gray, like a dove’s. He paints the tips gold when he’s older as part of his illusionist costume.

Nerris -- I’m just thinking pure eastern bluebird, orange at the base and then exploding into brilliant blue. I think she’d love how flashy they are.

Ered -- Somehow I want her to have dragon wings. I have no idea why, or how, but I think it’d be extremely cool, and Ered is nothing if not cool. Especially if they’re really rare, almost unheard of, and she’s put a lot of work into transforming herself from the tomboyish freak with the demon wings and gay dads into something to be envious of. Besides, it’s easier to do sick stunts without having to worry about your feathers getting caught on stuff.

Nurf -- All right, I wanna get emo for a moment and say that his wings have been hacked either partly or entirely off by the time he’s an adult. We know he’s been abused in canon, and I think that people like that would go for the easiest target to hurt you, and that target is probably the delicate feathered things sticking out of your back. Bonus points if they’re somehow kind of girly, which coincides with his more sensitive nature and how he initially wanted to do ballet as a kid (especially since I don’t think that was well-received by his family). So, like . . . what remains are very fluffy and sweet-looking, maybe pink or pale yellow and orange or something, but they’re either little stubs he covers up all the time or they’ve got big chunks missing out of them but who’s gonna point that out to the huge guy with a pissed-off expression?

Preston -- Rainbow, like the most extravagant bird of paradise. Does he paint them himself, or are they as natural as he claims?

Dolph -- Probably something very average and serviceable, in the brown/gray/white family, but they’re always speckled with paint because he’s not very careful with them and especially the long feathers at the bottom trail along the ground while he’s painting, or get stuck to his art if he turns around too suddenly.

Space Kid -- I’m thinking of a duck, for some reason. Partly because they’re aquatic and I just connect the ocean and space for some reason, partly because they’re very ordinary and that’s kind of how SK rolls, and partly because ducks can just flap for insane distances without getting tired (thank you Animorphs!). Space Kid is like that, I think -- very diligent, keeps his head down and gets things done, not very bright but he works so hard it makes up for a lot, and that’s why he’s going to be an astronaut someday. Mallards have those pretty green feathers, too, and I think those would look nice with Space Kid’s eyes.

Jasper -- Peacock. Obviously. He is the most garishly-dressed person in the show and his wings would match. Not that you’ll ever know, because he never gets to grow up and have real wings :(

So those are the mains! As for some of the less-important characters, I don’t really have too many interesting ideas, but a few throwaway ones:

The Flower Scouts all have pink wings, either feathers or bug/fairy ones. I think maybe Tabii has a chunk missing from one of hers, from a fight or something, and the other girls made a patch so no one can tell and she can fly properly. Erin’s might be just slightly different colors -- one with an orangey tint, one with a blue.

A fun thing about bug wings is they could buzz when the girls are angry. So Sasha’s are basically always going, poor thing.

The Woodscouts probably have their wings bound, clipped, and constantly ready for combat flying. I’m thinking, like, the military-haircut version of wings.

Daniel’s . . . I mean, I don’t care about Daniel because he’s trash, but I do love the idea that they’re not naturally white and he dyes them. It’s my favorite Daniel hc and I need it to appear in every AU.

So that about covers it!

EXCEPT

Then I was talking with Ciphernetics about wing AUs, and I mentioned that in some wing fics (namely the awesome one by setepenre-set, though there are probably others) the wings’ size are based on how loved someone is. Which led to the below cuteness. Warning: shameless Gwenvid and Makkiel ahead, along with me insisting that Cameron Campbell isn’t the worst person in the entire world because I’m love him

Ciphernetics: Max’s wings growing during camp!Max voice: who the FUCK is loving me I specifically requested the opposite of thisDavid: You can even fit them in your hoodie anymore awwwwMax, struggling to pull it on over his wings: the hell I can't

Forestwater:(what if they come in the color of the person who loves you's hair)(so at first it's just this line of red that he knows is fucking David, goddamnit and then all of a sudden start sprouting these mint green and brown ones and my ship takes off)

Ciphernetics: Max, disgusted, throwing an auburn feather at David: get LOSTMax, looking over his shoulder in the mirror at the brown ones gathering at the tips and the mint ones scattered chaotically throughout: huh

Forestwater:Oh no what about when Nikki and Neil's start getting flecked with black, small and easily tugged out like they're ashamed of being there

Ciphernetics: The small really curly little feathery down that like to hide under other feathers(Gwen's had auburn in her wings since almost the first summer but lately it's started to overpower the rest of the colours. Not completely, it's just... Noticeable how much of it is the same colour now.)(She knew David loved people quickly and easily, it's just suddenly a lot more)(or she just wasn't paying attention)

Forestwater:What on earth would David's reaction be to suddenly finding some of Gwen's?I like the idea of her feathers being two-toned

Ciphernetics: I'd love if he's had a very small, slowly growing patch since they met (just a handful more each summer) but some event happens and suddenly there's a lotOh absolutely two tonedHey how about some angst;David's been waiting his whole life for Campbell's hair colourToday at 9:32 AMHe'd never say it but Campbell makes so many throwaway jokes about David being the son he never wanted but it rings a little hollow when there's not when one little brown/grey feather

Forestwater:until the end of season 3 when there's like . . . twoLISTEN I NEED MY TRASH GRANDPA

So that’s just a little bit of extra silliness for added angst/romance/fluff.

Hope this answer isn’t too long, but I was having fun.

#campcamp #camp camp roosterteeth #cc david #cc gwen #cc campbell #cc max #cc nikki #cc neil #cc ered #cc nurf #i'm not doing all the campers i don't have the strength #those are the ones with the most 'backstory' anyway #gwenvid #makkiel #wings au #ask forest #libraryadia

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hollandroos · 6 years ago

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Run To Me | Sequel to Blow A Kiss, Fire A Gun | Prologue!

PART ONE IS OUT AND HERE!

{Y/N} - I apologise if the read more doesn’t work on the origional post!

The therapist stared the small girl down. Little brown curls littered her forehead like springs as she fiddled with the teddy bear in her hands. It was a little bit tattered at the edges, a certain spot of fur matted together but it was the little blue bear that she’d had since birth, the one that hid at the bottom of her junior school bag because she refused to go to school without it… some days. Some days she preferred the small, white and slightly creepy looking cat that she’d carry around by the tale.

Her hands. Red, raw, bloody. Your own daughter, falling apart right before your very eyes.

“Rosie?” The therapist asks, trying to come to eye level with your daughter but it was difficult. Despite her blabbering on about how independent (without actually using that word) and brave she is, she struggled to even look into the eyes of a stranger.

“Rose?” You whisper, bobbing your knee up and down to get the small girls attention. “Can you talk to the lady please?”

“I don’t want to be here.” She mumbles, bottom lip falling into a pout. “I wanna go home.”

You take one of her hands in your own, thumb gently running over the little pink and white hello kitty band-aids. She doesn’t seem to notice, looking at the pile of kids toys that sat in the corner of the room.

“Harper just wants to help you like she helps me.” You try to prevent your voice from shaking and almost fail too if it weren’t for a quick side eye from the therapist. “She’s nice, sweetheart.”

Your daughter was never difficult, on edge definitely and you partially blamed yourself. She’d been bought up seeing you hide in a shell both of your old self and one of pure fear and terror, merely smiling and sometimes not even leaving the bed. On those days your daughter would lay next to you, a rerun of teen titans or how to train your dragon on Netflix. She surely heard your screams in the very middle of the night and saw you freak out whenever she was too loud.

“No, mum.” Your daughter looks up, her glassy eyes finally off of the teddy bear. She begins wriggling around in your arms, the small girl grunting as she fails down your lap. “I wanna play with the toys.”

You were unsure but eventually sigh, letting her go. The near-five-year-old jumps down, little legs making their way towards what children would call ‘Heaven’. There were lego pieces and board games and the odd Rubix cube but your attention was directed towards her little hands, the size of a large tomato but that didn’t worry you, what did was the fact that her hands were the color of one.

The therapist coughs gently, leaning forward in her seat. “So from what you’ve shown me I definitely see signs.”

You weren’t surprised, not even batting an eyelash. “What can we do from here?” You ask, foot tapping gently against the carpeted floor, a nervous habit.

“There’s nothing you really can do, neither can I considering her age. Rosie is young, this could easily just be a phase.” She almost shrugs it off casually, black glasses slipping down her nose and she was quick to shove them up again, eyelashes hitting the frames.

“So you just want me to-” You begin, with no success.

“You can bandage them, give her toys to play with and keep her nails short but that’s about it for now-”

“You want me to let my daughter keep doing this to herself? To sit back and watch?” You feel your eyes prickle and Rosie seems to ignore your sudden outburst. Either she was listening carefully as she often did, focusing despite your knowledge or she was completely oblivious, focusing purely on the game pieces.

A wave of anger washes over you, as well as fear and guilt. The system was screwed up, sure, but you didn’t know how bad until then and there. Your hands trembled, afraid that you couldn’t stop this, you couldn’t be the mother Rosie needed.

“There is nothing I can do. I’m sorry, I know it must be hard but you can help, even just by talking to her about what she’s doing.”

You grit your teeth, hands clenching around the arms of the chairs. If you gripped them any harder you fear the wood breaking off, snapping beneath your fingertips and causing a magnitude of splinters.

Rosie listens, wondering why the two adults were talking about her while she was in the room. The little girl was notorious for picking up things she shouldn’t and at that moment she was trying to decipher what they were saying and why her mum looked like she was about to cry.

Her chubby fingers toy with a Rubix cube and while she had no idea what she was doing, she adored the bright colors. However, they clashed with the pink and white that decorated her hands. The hello kitty ones were her favorite, definitely better than the wiggles band-aids that’d been forced on her last week by the teachers at school.

What was wrong with her?

{ Tom }

“I don’t care what you have tomorrow, We need to have a fucking meeting.” Tom spat into the phone, face red hot with anger. “Your girlfriend can fucking wait. This is important.”

His hands gripped the very roots of his hair, anger racing through every phone as the man on the other end tried to get out of it. Tom couldn’t completely blame him, he’d do the same if he was about to lose his head.

The silence was all that could be heard through the other end of the phone between heavy, nervous breaths and the mobster already knew that he had this one in the bag.

“I can try-”

‘Try’ wasn’t good enough, nowhere near it for the mob boss who had already been pushed past his breaking point by the same client multiple times. He was ready to get his hands dirty again, paint the town red and grey and make those that deserved it fall to their knees.

Tom turned towards his desk, fingers clenching around the cool gun, the metal making goosebumps arise. “You will be there or I swear to god-”

“Okay! Okay, I’ll be there.” Wilson muttered, pursing his lips together in defeat.

Tom almost laughed at the nerves that were visible through even the phone. The guy's voice shook with fear.

Tom hung up the phone, slamming it down on the desk in pure anger. People that messed with him and his business didn't get off the hook easily and this guy was no different- the fact that he thought he was made Tom’s blood boil. It made the wheels in his brain spin with different possibilities and ways he could show the client who the boss was in this situation.

“He’s coming?”

“He’ll be there.”

Words: 1524

Warnings: There will be violence, sexual references, and possible smut. (no guarantees) This story will also focus around both Y/N and her daughters struggle with mental illnesses so if you’re not okay with talks/symptoms of PTSD and OCD disorders the this won’t be for you.

Notes: Angels, I think you all deserve this fic after waiting so long. As someone with an OCD disorder (not the one that’ll be portrayed in this series), I’m so excited to delve into mental illness in fiction and do my best to portray it properly and just expand my horizons.

- There are a lot of dad/mafia series, so if this seems similar to yours then message me for credit.

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inneedofsomehope · 6 years ago

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Monsta X OT7 ~ Kitty Cat {4}

Pairing: Hybrid!reader X OT7

Genre: Fluff, angst

Warnings: mention of violence and abuse.

Words:1,9K

[Masterlist]

[Part 3] - [Part 5]

It had been a couple of weeks since you were first welcomed into the place you were currently calling your home. Most of the men had warmed up to you completely and you were more than enjoying the warmth and comfort they offered you, but it was sometimes very hard for you since two out of the seven didn’t like you at all. You had asked Changkyun multiple times why they didn’t like you, but even he didn’t know the answer to that question.

‘Normally those two are the nicest once you get to know them and they get to know you. I don’t know or understand why they dislike you.’ He told you and you were at loss. You didn’t know how to make them like you and you only seemed to make it worse in the first three weeks, so after that you gave up and kept your distance.

After you got out of the shower, towel wrapped around your head and one around your torso, you walked into Changkyun and your shared room only to find Jooheon rummaging through Changkyun his drawer. A squeak left your mouth and you quickly turned back towards the bathroom, stubbing your toe against the door frame as you went. A loud curse and hiss left your mouth and you almost dropped your towel.

‘Hey! What’s with the loud...’ Jooheon’s voice faded out as he spotted your frame. Or let’s say your pretty bare back. You clutched the towel tight in your fists, frozen in your spot.

‘You should get dressed before you come out of the bathroom,’ the cold voice of Jooheon echoed through the room and it left you with an even colder feeling.

As he left the room he slammed the door to a close, making your sensitive ears hurt. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in, letting your shoulders relax for a bit more and quickly putting on some undergarments and sweat pants, pulling one of Changkyun’s sweaters over your head. You quickly sniffed the sweater and to your approval, it was one that he had worn, smelling like him, making you feel comfortable.

As you made your way towards the kitchen, you were careful not to bump into Jooheon again, the two of you had made enough contact for the entire week. You put some water in the water cooker and picked your favorite tea. You loved tea in the evening. You grabbed a mug out of the cabinet, not paying attention to which one, and you put your hot tea in it. When you turned around, you were met with the chest of someone, making you spill the hot tea all over your hands. A loud sound was heard as the mug fell on the floor, spilling it’s contents all over you and the person in front of you, mug breaking in pieces.

A soft whining sound left your mouth at the stinging burn marks on your hands and feet.

‘Can you not watch out what you’re doing?!’ the voice of the person in front of you was harsh, loud and the one you were the most afraid of hearing right now.

You slowly lifted your eyes, only to be met with the blazing eyes of Wonho.

‘I am so sorry!’ You grabbed a towel from the kitchen counter and dropped on your knees, not minding the broken pieces of clay cutting your skin. You started to dry his slippers, sweat pants and the floor, scraping the pieces of mug on a pile.

You were so scared. You had broken his favorite mug, while trying to hide it you picked the pile up and tried to throw it in the thrash bin as quick as possible. But to no avail. Wonho had spotted the brown and pink colored mug and an angry feeling came over him.

Normally he wasn’t one to get angry, but you sparked something in him.

He roughly grabbed your upper arm, making you turn to face him, eyes cast down. He saw you swallow thickly, and a soft voice in the back of his head told him that he shouldn’t take it too far. But before he could think rationally, his free hand came down on your cheek with a loud echo.

‘Hyung!’

A shocked Jooheon stood in the doorway of the kitchen, looking at how your ears came paralel with your head and your tail tucked in between your legs. Your eyes screwed shut, all colour drained out of your face except for a bright hand print on your left cheek.

With a shock it dawned on him what he’d done. He quickly let go of your arm, taking a few steps back, the broken pieces of clay cracking under his slippers. The vein in his forehead ticked and his jaw was set. Angry with himself for losing his temper.

The ruckus the two had made, didn’t only gain the attention of Jooheon, but Changkyun and Shownu had also heard it and came to see what was going on. The moment Changkyun saw your shaking form, he rushed to your aid, only scaring you further.

Soft cries came out of your mouth, muffled by your hand that was pressed against your lips so you wouldn’t upset anyone any further.

As you saw Changkyun rush towards you, it set off a chain reaction in your head. RUN. The one thing you had always done when you were scared or in trouble. You pushed Jooheon out of the doorway and sped out of the apartment. Leaving the warmth of the house behind, trading it for the cold winter air.

‘What have you done?’ Jooheon asked Wonho the moment you fled.

‘I... I hurt her...’

‘Are you stupid? We need to find her now! And you, clean up this bloody mess.’ Shownu said. His voice stern and strained.

Only then Wonho noticed the red footprints left on the kitchen floor, a trail leading towards the front door.

He ran a frustrated hand through his hair. Regretting what he’d done immediately. Beating himself up while cleaning the mess.

The cold ground sadly did noting to ease the pain in your feet, if it did something, it was worsen the pain. You wrapped Changkyun’s sweater closer around you, trying to shield away from the freezing cold. Why had it to happen in the freezing winter, why couldn’t it be spring or summer? Your hand was pressed against your aching cheek. The only upside about your cheek right now was that it was the only part on your body that was still warm.

What have I done to make them despise me so much?

Break his favorite mug?!

Yes, but he didn’t like me before that...

Your inner voices were in a turmoil. Telling you to go back and tell them that you were very sorry. Yelling at you to never go back and make a life or your own...

After a while your feet hurt so much, that you sat down in a playhouse on the playground, using the small and thin walls as a protection against the sneering wind.

‘I don’t know where she can be... It’s freezing out,’ Hyungwon said, biting his lip, driving through the city together with Jooheon. The latter was shaking his head, thinking about how he should have been nicer to Y/N. ‘This is just as much my fault as it is Wonho’s. Me and him weren’t really nice to her, while we promised her a good home...’

‘Yes, you should have tried to act at least civil to her. I could never understand why you were like that towards her, but that doesn’t mater right now. When we find her you and Wonho have plenty of time to make up with her. That is if she is willing to stay with us...’

‘I will try really hard, Hyung.’

At the same time, Changkyun and Shownu ran through the abandoned alleys and streets, looking for a sign of you.

‘Y/N!’

‘Is there a particular place that she could’ve gone? One that she likes?’ Shownu asked Changkyun.

‘I don’t know...

Wait, maybe there is!’ Changkyun said, hope lacing his voice.

There was a playground in the park that you and him visited often. You liked it a lot since it reminded you of your childhood.

Increasing speed, Changkyun led the way to the playground. As the two men arrived there, no one was there.

‘I was so sure... I really don’t know. She must be so cold...’

Shownu wrapped his winter jacked closer around himself, shielding away from the cold northern winter winds.

Just as he was about to turn around, a black figure caught Shownu’s attention.

‘Y/N! I found her!’

He rushed towards the playhouse, seeing your frame lie on the cold floor, passed out. He didn’t waste a minute and picked you up quickly, opening his jacket and wrapping you in it, providing you body heat and the warmt of the jacket.

Your eyes and nose were red and puffy from crying and the place where Wonho had slapped you had an ugly red swollen mark on it. A sad feeling overcame Shownu as he rushed towards Changkyun. The two of them sped home, Changkyun calling the others.

Once home, they cleaned your wounds and after wrapped you up in blankets, together with Shownu. The latter to provide you comfort for when you woke and more heat to warm up your shivering body.

After an hour or so, you woke up, eye lashes sticking together from the dried tears.

‘S... Shownu?’ Your voice creaked from crying and your dry and sore throat.

‘Hey kitten. Stay still. You are fine,’ his voice was calming and he rubbed circles on your back. Your face was pressed against his neck and you were seated in his lap sideways. Your body felt really warm, but not too hot and you were feeling so comfortable and cozy, you wish the time could freeze right now.

After a while of feeling like you were living in a cozy cloud, Jooheon and Wonho came into the living room, making you struggle against Shownu’s hold and the dozen of blankets wrapped around the two of you. A feeling of fear struck through you and you started to whimper.

Seeing what he had caused, a feeling of guilt and pain came over Wonho. He had never really trusted your story about being abused in your last home, but seeing the aftermath of this small thing he couldn’t not believe you. Slowly he got on his knees in front of you, bowing in the most formal way to say sorry.

‘I am so sorry Y/N. I promise that it wil never happen again and that I will treat you like the others from now on...’

At Wonho’s gesture, you stiffened. Never had someone apologized to you in this way and you were at loss as to what you had to do. It would be easy to say you’d forgive him right now, but you weren’t sure that you could. So instead of saying something, you stayed silent, staring at the broad back of the kneeling man.

‘I am sorry too,’ Jooheon said in a soft voice, bowing a bit forward.

‘I want to go to bed...’ You said, ignoring the two men, not knowing what to say or do.

‘Ok kitten. Let’s get you to bed,’ Shownu said and unwrapped you.

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