#But I felt like drawing them dancing with still keeping the same vibe

[your-ne1ghbor]

uhh yeah I did @rascalentertainments DIYS art challenge and I did it in water colors 🦇

And I was messing with the filters on IBS PAINT so

[lec743]

Punk! Sun Fic (Rockstar AU)

Here’s a Sun POV for our Rock Star needs! I wrote this without editing much so I’ll look through this later for editing purposes. The Punk! boys just want to live a simple, life as far as I can get off from @kaleidoscopek9���s writings so far. Like they want the freedom to travel and see what they want to see when they want to see it, but I get heavy, “they want a domestic life” vibes from these boys.

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           Sun was playing on his synthesizer to cool down from playing on the drums for the show. They had nowhere to be, and it was still crowded out there with fans buying last minute merchandise, so Faz-co allowed them to stay in the changing room, backstage. They weren’t being carted off to their gilded cage back at the HQ. So, it was a relief to Sun, because it was something different, even if it was technically still the same old-same old.

           Sun had his back to the entrance doorway as he was relaxing on the fainting couch when he heard the door open.

           “Are the crowds still thick, Moon,” Sun asked over his playing.

           “They are but look who found me.”

           Sun kept playing as he turned his head 180 degrees.

           There you were, smiling wide and bashfully waving at him from beside Moon.

           Sun stood up with a gasp and said, “Why isn’t it our little spouse!”

           Under your breath you said, “I’m never going to live that down…” Then turning to Moon, louder you said, “I found you? I came out of the bathroom, and you jump scared me. Then we had to hide in a closet for ten minutes so that the other fans wouldn’t swarm you.”

           Sun walked around the fainting couch. His head realigning with his body as he playfully scolded Moon.

           “Moon, why would you do such a thing with our lovely star,” Sun said as he stood before his best friend, “without me?”

           “What?” You screech.

           Moon starts laughing.

           Sun’s raise spun around his head at the sound of Moon’s laughter.

           Then turning to you he said, “I’m just kidding. I don’t like scaring people. But I got to say, that was a cute little sound you made.”

           “You should have heard them when I scared them outside the bathroom,” Moon said, calming down from his laughter.

           Sun thought the little pout you were doing with your lips was cute.

           “You’re both really lucky I want to be here, or I would have left already.”

           “Awe, we’re touched Angel,” Moon bantered.

           “Besides our amazing music and good looks, what makes you want to be here so badly?”

           You look up at Sun then look away bashfully as you start pulling two envelopes out of your pants pockets. One yellow and one blue. You handed them each their own respective color coded envelop.

           Wringing your hands together as you stared at the floor, you said, “It’s not the prettiest thing that I’ve made, but it’s something that I wanted to make since I felt like words didn’t fit the scene in my head well enough.”

           Sun and Moon opened their envelopes.

           Sun saw a crud but well thought out drawing of him taking care of a large garden in a mountain valley. Smiling wide, he leaned against Moon to show him his drawing, and Moon did the same with him. Sun saw that Moon got a drawing of him at a dance party with women and men in colorful clothes as they danced in circles.

           The two of them were so caught up in how cute your little drawings were that they didn’t realize that they had gone silent.

           “Okay, well, that’s all I wanted to do, so I better go before I get you guys in trouble,” you say as you keep looking to the ground and start retreating for the door.

           “Oh, Star! This is lovely,” Sun said as he went up to you and gave you a hug before you could leave.

           He picked you up off your feet and swung you from side to side.

           “Is it okay if I hug you? I’m sorry for asking after the fact but I got excited. Your drawings are amazing!”

           “Oh! Uh, no, I don’t mind, just got a bit surprised there… My drawings are okay.”

           “They’re wonderful!”

           “They’re okay.”

           “Absolutely beautiful.”

           “They made you happy and that’s what matters.”

           Sun pouted into your shoulder; he didn’t like that you weren’t accepting his complements.

           The sunshine animatronic rock star sat you down on the ground, but he kept his hands on your shoulders. Turning his head 180 degrees to face Moon, Sun asked, “Did security see you come in with them?”

           “Nope.”

           “Ah good, then that means we have some time for ourselves with our little Star,” then turning his head back around he added, “Because I am determined to get you to love your own art.”

           You snorted at him.

           Sun’s rays spun around his head at that, and he squinted at you, taking your little laugh as a challenge.

           “We have paper and a few glitter pens. Will you draw some more for us?”

           You shrug, then said, “I can, but drawing isn’t my forte.”

           “What is your specialty then,” Sun asked as he straightened up and crossed his arms over his chest.

           “I’m a writer. I like writing fanfiction in my free time.”

           “Have you written fanfiction about us,” Moon asked as he sat down at the vanity table.

           You weren’t looking at either of them, but in as casual of a tone of voice you could muster, you said, “I have.”

           Sun saw the mischievous smile spread across his friend’s face as he asked, “Did you write smut about us?”

           Your face scrunched up hard, like you had eaten a lemon.

           “No comment.”

           Moon howled with laughter.

           You glared daggers into Moon.

           “Can I read your work!” Sun asked enthusiastically.

           He didn’t mind if you write smut about them. It’s not like it’s real. Sometimes what people come up with for their sexual gratifications can be interesting, too.

           You smirked then said, “Sure you can. If you can find it.”

           “That’s not fair you haven’t even told us what your Internet handle is.”

           You shrug then said, “Oh well. I guess you won’t be reading anything of mine then.”

           Now it was Sun’s turn to scrunch up his face like he had eaten a lemon. He folded up your masterpiece and pocked it. Then taking your hand, he led you over to the fainting couch and pushed his synthesizer out of the way so he could pull up the coffee table. He grabbed some paper and the cup of glitter pens off the vanity that Moon was sitting at. Then he laid them out before you.

           “I’m going to draw my succulents; will you draw me a setting sun over the ocean?”

           You shrug again, then said, “It won’t look all that great.”

           “You’ll do fine,” Sun then turned to Moon and asked, “Do you want to join us?”

           “I’m going to vibe over here,” Moon stated as he pocked your drawing of his and picked up his bass that was resting against the vanity he was sitting at, “You have fun with them on your own.”

           Sun saw you give his friend a thumbs up and Sun nodded at him then turned his attention back onto his little project. Sun’s not completely sure why but drawing brings him such an intense sense of nostalgia that it makes his gears grind.

           As much as Sun loves his adoring fans and being around them to sign their photos or shirts or foreheads, he appreciates having one on one time with them when he can. It’s nice being in a calm environment, having you there with him acting like he doesn’t fluster you with nerves because of his rock star fame, while Moon strums on his bass.

           “Do you think you’ll have any kids one day,” Sun asked randomly, wanting to start a conversation somewhere.

           “Oh, I don’t know,” you said with a sigh, “I don’t want to raise a kid by myself and. communities in this day’n age, and part of the world, don’t exactly have the mindset of, “it takes a village to raise a child,” so I kind of have to find a partner and yada-yada-yada. People are just complicated man. It depends on the child, I guess???”

           Sun nodded as he put the finishing touches to his drawing, “Yes, people are complicated.”

           He then flipped the paper over to cover his work and waited for you to finish your drawing. The two of you talked about a lot of different things; about favorite instruments, memes you both laugh over on the Internet, about your college. Sun enjoyed talking to you. You have such a warm aura to you, and it let him think what it’d be like to live outside of the company.

           Finally, you were done drawing and the two of you switched drawings.

           You used every available gritter pen they had on hand to make the scene. It was crudely draw, but oh so beautiful and freeing to look at.

           “I love it,” Sun said holding the drawing to his chest like a teddy bear.

           “Yours is much better than mine,” you stated as you looked over his cross hatched blue drawing of his succulents that he keeps on their tour bus windowsill. It was a realistic drawing.

           Before Sun could try and dissuade you from comparing yourself to him over their art, they heard a knock on the door.

           You waisted no time and ran to hide inside their clothes rack. You covered yourself in the clothes and held still.

           Sun turned his head 180 degrees to see one of their security people come in and say, “Hey, it’s safe to leave now. We need to get you guys back to HQ.”

           “Alright. Thank you for your time,” Sun said, “We just need to pack up a few things onto the bus.”

           The security guard nodded then closed the door behind him.

           You poke out of their clothes rack, “Welp, that’s my cue. Since I’m not paying for your time, I don’t want you guys to get in trouble for being with me… and vice versa… Let’s be real, I’ll be the most in trouble.”

           Sun watched you crawl out of the clothes rack and Sun got up and walked over to you.

           “We enjoyed your company, Star. I hope to see you again soon.”

           “I’ll try, but with the way Faz-Co keeps hiking their ticket prices, I might have to start sneaking into shows.”

           “Do it,” Moon said, not looking up from his bass, “I dare yah.”

           You flashed them both an impish smile, “Maybe I will.”

           “Do you need us to escort you?” Sun asked, wanting some more time with you.

           “Nah, I got this.”

           You made your way over to the door. Checked to see if the coast is clear. Then you dipped.

           “I like them,” Moon said.

           Sun looked down at your drawing he had close to his chest, “I like them too.”

[tiredassmage]

prompt: ❝  when your eyes are on me,  i feel like something worth seeing.  ❞

Preface: I worked solely on the vibes off this prompt. I had like five different ideas when I first got this in and every time I've sat down to do something with it since, it's turned into one of those "what do you want for Christmas?" "I have suddenly never wanted anything, ever, in my entire life" moments.

So, my apologies that this doesn't directly appear in the final product, but it is one of the many snippets of fluff I have been rotating in my head to the tune of this prompt since it came in, so I hope it is enjoyable anyway <3 Featuring pure fluff friendship between my Cináed (there's a name you rarely hear here) and Airi belonging to @fatewalker-phoenix

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The growing darkness of night always made the glowing runes decorating Cináed’s sword more distinct. He hummed an unfamiliar tune with ember-toned eyes half-lidded as his hand moved slowly over the blade, the gentle glow of aether flowing between him and the enchanted blade.

Airi scootched on the blanket, shifting how her legs were tucked beneath her and idly warming her hands by the campfire. The Lominsan breeze could be surprisingly biting for a girl that’d spent most of her life in the blazing heat and oddly cool nights of Thanalan’s scorched deserts, but Cin seemed most at home here.

She frowned faintly. Cináed’s dilemma of memory still troubled her, though it did not seem to bother him nearly as much as she imagined it would her. Even the scars - ranging from a faded clip at the left corner of his mouth to the more tangled web that sprawled across his torso - that should have told tales of his life as an adventurer before their meeting couldn’t seem to shake him, though he could not tell her the stories himself.

It… troubled her, though she couldn’t help but admire his spirit, nonetheless. She hoped they would one day find his family that he spoke so fondly of - another terrible loss of the Calamity, though she dared to hope this one would not fall under the most dire of tales.

She blinked as a low chuckle washed over her, drawing her back to the campfire. Cin was smiling back at her, whatever ritual maintenance he’d been performing completed and warm eyes sparkling with amusement. “What?”

“Nothing,” he said with a shake of his head. His smile widened. She was cute with that pout pulling at her lips. Beautiful anyway, really, but… “Sweet daydreams?”

Airi rolled her eyes and scrunched her nose, though a playful smile slipped easily across her lips all the same. He was a bit contagious, she’d found. “Something like that.” She shrugged her shoulders. She nodded to the sword across his lap. “What were you doing?”

He tilted the blade, letting the firelight dance off the obsidian black metal and highlight the burning runes that seemed to dance like the flames. “Elemental charge,” he said. “This was a gift from my eldest sister when I came of age.” He carefully ran a finger down the middle length of the blade. “Reapplying the enchantment every so often keeps it strong.”

“You can do that?”

Cináed nodded. “I may have told you my family always preferred spellcraft,” he said. “I learned enough from them, but I preferred a little less range. So, I studied how to marry the two, weave them together. I know enough to get by.”

Modest. “Always finding new ways to fascinate me.”

He shrugged. “I’ll count on you to keep me honest,” he said with a smile. “Don’t let all this hero business go to my head.”

Airi laughed, as she found herself so often doing in his presence. Cináed burned like a candle in her life since the day she’d met him; something in those firelight eyes pulled her in, sang to her like the familiar strains of a half-forgotten lullaby from childhood.

She could not name why her trust always circled back to him, despite his half-told stories and mysterious appearance.

Something about this lost boy felt a little like coming home. And Airi had always loved reading a good mystery.

[c-r-ash-crash]

Keep The Faith Chapter 28: A Map

Joey danced through the marketplace, dodging groups of people and just barely avoiding being bowled over by a horde of children.  Stalls lined either side of the street, and the marketplace was bustling with people.  And still there were empty plots.  But slowly, more and more people were setting up stalls and selling their wares.  A few were even moving to be closer to the center of the jungle.

As he neared the end of the street, Joey spotted the stall he was looking for.  Books lined the small wooden countertop, and Joey could see a few more crates hidden behind the little stall.  All of the books were old and weathered, clearly second hand.  He didn’t mind though.  Joey figured Amal would like them all the same.  Now, to figure out what kind of books the kid might actually read.

Joey browsed through the selection as he waited for Tanabaa to return.  It was strange that the bookseller would leave his wares unattended, but perhaps he’d been called away and it was taking longer than he thought it would.

After he finished looking through the books, Joey leaned against the side of the stall and watched as people came and went.  A few of them nodded towards him or waved politely.  Most of them didn’t notice him though.  He didn’t mind.  His people were busy going about their lives.  He was just glad that his marketplace idea had worked.

After about another twenty minutes with no sign of Tanabaa, Joey began to worry.  He scanned the jungle for any sign of where he might have gone.  There was nothing except a small trail of yellowed leaves.

Joey followed the trail a few feet into the jungle, his hand dipping to his waist.  He didn’t want to draw his sword, but he was getting seriously spooky vibes.  The further into the jungle he got, the more withered the leaves became.  Beneath him, the soil turned dry and dusty and mycelium laced through it.  Shadows hung heavy in this part of the jungle.  Yup, definitely spooky.

His hand curled around the hilt of his sword, and he scanned the trees carefully.  It was eerily quiet here.  The noise of his people was barely even a murmur, and the trees swayed in the soundless wind.  He was very much not in the mood to deal with creepy magic things today.  

“Alright,” he called out.  “Who’s doing this?”  There was no response.  The shadows around the base of the trees grew deeper, until they looked so dark Joey felt like they could swallow him whole.

He drew his sword and braced himself for a fight.  He sensed something moving behind him, and whirled around, the tip of his sword leveled with their throat.

A man stood on the other side of the clearing, his head bowed and hidden beneath a hood.  He was dressed in flowing blue robes lined in gold and red.  His hands were folded in front of him, almost as if he were praying.  A cloud of red mist hung at his feet.

“Apologies for scaring you, Great Emperor,” he said.  “I’m afraid I have a rather strong penchant for the dramatics.  Please, forgive me.”  The man bowed deeply at the waist.

Joey’s grip on his sword hilt loosened, but he didn’t relax his stance.  “Who're you?”  “Just a wandering trader, Great Emperor,” the man said.  “A peddler of unique and rare goods.  I assumed a man of your taste would be quite interested in what I have to offer.”  He offered a toothy grin.

A moment passed, but then Joey sheathed his sword.  The trader probably wasn’t a threat.  “Sure,” he said.  “Show me what you’ve got.”

“I have many exotic wares,” the trader said, opening one side of his robes to reveal a rather large wooden box.  Joey had no idea how’d he’d kept it concealed this whole time.  The trader opened it, and offered the box to Joey.

It looked like a miniature player chest, with a few rows of wooden slots holding miniaturized items.  Two slots held unique types of plants, and Joey was pretty sure one of them was coral.  How did that even survive without water?  The other one was a bright red vine, lined with thorns.  The last slot in the top row held small, broken pieces of obsidian.  Joey gave that one a passing glance but decided against it.  He didn’t want broken merchandise.

The bottom row held a small red and white nautilus shell, a blue silicon like sphere that smelled like saltwater, and a weathered piece of paper.  Now that looked interesting.

“What’s that?” Joey asked, pointing to the paper.  The trader’s grin widened.  “I see you are a man of exquisite intelligence, Great Emperor.  This is a map which leads to treasures untold.  One who wins it is a great champion of his people, and especially of their god.  But for you, I imagine it would be a wonderful way to test your mettle.”

The trader reached into the box and withdrew the map.  It expanded as it left the confines of the little box, until it was a dense scroll in the trader’s hand.  He handed it to Joey.

Joey took it gently, not wanting to rip it, and began to unfurl it.  As he did so, the trader raised his head, a large smile stretching across his face.  His eyes were a burning red.  Joey didn’t notice, too focused on the map.  The blank map.

His head snapped up, demanding to know why the map was empty.  But the trader had disappeared.  Suddenly, the jungle exploded with sound and life.  Joey flinched back, surprised by the noise.

“Joey, are you alright?” Hade asked from behind him.  He whirled around to see her staring at him in mild concern.  “Hade?  When’d you get here?”

“I’ve been here for about a minute,” she said.  “You were off in your own little world.  I tried to get your attention, but you weren’t responding.  So, again, are you alright?”

Joey shook his head, trying to clear the lingering cobwebs left by the strange encounter.  “Oh, um, sorry.  Yeah, I’m fine.  Just spaced out there for a bit, I guess.”

Hade studied him for a moment, trying to figure out if he was telling the truth.  After a moment, she seemed satisfied, and pointed towards the map.  “Where’d you get that?”

Joey startled, having forgotten that he was even holding the map.  “Oh, this.  Some weird trader guy gave it to me. It’s blank though.”  He held it out for Hade to see, only to realize it was now filled with color.  “Uh, nevermind.  Must have been looking at the wrong side.”

Hade moved to stand beside him, in order to get a better look at the map.  “Do you know-”  Then she paused as her eyes landed on the large brown block that sat in the top left corner of the map.

She snatched the paper out of Joey’s grip, her mouth open wide in shock.  “Holy Exor!  Is this a woodland mansion map?  Joey, do you have any idea what this could mean?  Where the hell did you even get this?”

“Like I said, some weird trader guy gave it to me,” Joey said.  “And no, I don’t know what it means.  New to the server, remember?”  Hade blinked at him, before remembering she would have to explain it.  “Right, right, of course.  Sorry.  Just a bit enthusiastic.”

She handed the map back to him, and Joey accepted it with an amused smile.  “I can see that.  So what does it mean, exactly?”  

“It’s a map to the Woodland mansion,” Hade began.  “Millenia ago, pretty much only a few centuries after the Lost Empire’s founding, we discovered how to forge these little effigies that would prevent you from losing a life if you were killed.  We called them Totems of Undying, and they allowed us to be one of the strongest empires on the entire continent.  But then a group calling themselves the Illagers attacked the Lost Empire and managed to steal our entire supply of totems and our secrets about how to craft them.  Woodland Mansions are their home turf.  If you can manage to raid the mansion, you might be able to reclaim some of their totems for the empire.”

Carefully, Joey rolled the map back up and tucked it into his breast pocket.  “Well, then I guess I’ve got a mansion to raid.  Wanna help me figure out which tools I’m gonna need?”

The two meandered back towards Joey’s treehouse, discussing the best strategy for tackling the mansion.  In the spot where the trader had been standing, thin red tendrils began to creep into the ground, poisoning the soil.

[sordidmusings]

YES GOOD THOUGHTS GOOD THOUGHTS

I also very much agree on the Jacob’s ladder 😩 and that he’s so ready for people to know he has one dhjdbckdndkd either piercing would really add a special little something to his floating dick pranks lol

Word Count: ~760

Warnings: nsfw, afab!reader (no pronouns), oral, Punk Buggy,

I bet he’d also have a tongue piercing and it’d be the same exact vibes with it - proud to have it and show it and revel in the connotations of it but then he has to use it??? Oh… oh no. Shit- which size end did he have in again?? (He starts wearing ball ends only instead of jeweled ones Just In Case.) If he uses it a lot on you will it start to hurt or grate on you and be too much? What if he can’t actually control the jewelry that well? What if he’s just a clumsy mess with it and you feel like you’re getting jabbed??

All this overthinking (and maybe some practice on a peach and/or fleshlight that he will take to his grave) he’s quite slow and timid when he first gets that tongue on you. Somehow he managed to fool you; it all feels slow and intentional and you think he’s trying to tease you and draw it out to make you crazy in the most delicious way. The only thing that almost tips you off is when you look down to him and see those wide, worried eyes obsessing over your every reaction.

Your reactions are different from his fantasies - so much better - but the difference keeps him on edge because he doesn’t know what to expect. The way you’re now squirming and whining for him has his blood boiling hotter than he thought he could survive. The fear of that turning to writhing in pain and whimpering in distress keeps him on the edge though, bending his focus to narrow his whole world down to you. Even the feelings in his own body were second to you now, despite the fact that his cock was throbbing so hard in his pants he could ruin them any second.

That piercing, warm and slick and firmly prodding, had danced with every spot you had, leading you on a slow build to mindless sensation. When this started, you had thought you were going to lay there and let Buggy lead the whole endeavor, just enjoy. But that mindlessness had your body moving to pull more from him without your decision.

It was when one of your hands slipped into his hair, the other grasping next to the collar of his band tee, that Buggy’s own mind began to slip. It was easy to grab a handful of his gelled up mohawk and tug him impossibly closer. Worry no longer had a place in him at your needy moan of “more”. How could he overthink when his only thoughts became your taste and smell and warmth and feel all around him?

The teases with his piercing became firm touches, circling your clit with his warm slick tongue. The contrast of the hard smooth metal and the plush textured muscle spun your head, keeping you on edge in its unfamiliarity and potency. It left you shaky, twitching, and pressing, constantly seeking more yet jumping from how much you’re getting.

Buggy was just as much of a mess as you - hips grinding desperately into the mattress, hands greedy for every inch of your skin, chest vibrating with groan after groan. The only breaks in devouring you were to mumble mindless praises and obscenities against your skin. More than hearing the words, you felt them massaged into your skin with pressing lips. The indulgence of your body made a wreck of him, his face smeared with slick and spit and makeup, extra sloppy from keeping so much of his tongue in play.

By the end of it he was begging in the most beautifully pathetic voice for you to let him feel you cum and you were singing his praises in broken moans and trembling thighs. Despite your very obvious enjoyment and satisfaction, he still looked at you after with questioning eyes. When all you did was roll your eyes and wave him up to join you for a cuddle, he stayed quiet and tentative while he followed your order. He began settling next to you, obviously overthinking how he should position himself with you. Wanting to calm his mind, you finally spoke up.

“That,” you breathed, “ was amazing. You can definitely put that thing to good use.”

Buggy perked up at that. Then he had gall to give you the smuggest smile you’d ever seen and say, “Yeah, I know, sweet cheeks.”

You could only guffaw while he finally snuggled eagerly into your side. Then you may have given him some temple kisses. As a treat.

Punk Buggy and his big, girthy cock with the Prince Albert piercing that hits THAT spot inside you soooo good every time.

I MEAN UHHHHH WHO SAID THAT?!

YOU SAID IT AND I'M GLAD YOU DID. (Personally, I'm partial to imagining a frenulum ladder, but honestly ANY piercing for this guy has me like 🫠)

wc: ~270 warnings: nsfw, buggy x gn!reader, insertion sex

Punk Buggy is the kinda dude who knows he has a big dick and he's proud of that shit. When people find out it's pierced and they make that face, he gets the cockiest grin and offers a viewing. Buggy is going to flaunt his shit, loud and proud.

Except.

Except when it's time to use that thing. When you're laying there in front of him and his monster cock, which is leaking and drooling everywhere. For once, Buggy is nervous. Unsure.

He tries to keep up the tough guy act. Like he knows what he's doing. Like he hasn't thought about this countless times. Like he didn't jerk off just the other day while thinking of you.

Buggy goes for it. Well, he tries. Every little push, he's looking at you. Asking if you're okay. If it's okay. If he can keep going.

Abso-fucking-lutely. Eventually you snap at him to fuck you like you deserve. And boy does he. Buggy gives it to you the way you deserve and more. He makes sure you feel every inch of that dick. He gets his money's worth for that piercing.

You are screaming, with and without the s.

And afterwards, you fall asleep - pass out would probably be more accurate - resting on his chest.

Buggy though? Nah, he's not going to sleep yet. He's still too giddy that you're here with him. That you're in his arms. You smell good.

Maybe he'll order some pizza for when you wake up. You'd like that.

[shoftiiel]

bound to you: 4

"and i quote.."

synopsis: y/n is the new girl in town, she would like to escape from her past and begin a new life without any romance drama, but what happens when she caught the attention of a certain boy who happens to be one of her brother’s best friends.

word count: 1. 1 k

warnings: i think there is none, but if you feel like something should be added lmk :))

a/n: i think this will have more written parts than i originally intended, also if you asked to be on the taglist and you don't see yourself its because i cannot tag u

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When your class ended you felt nervous, you didn't understand why, you were just meeting sunoo’s friends, it was not a big deal.

“come on y/n it is not that big” you said to yourself, besides if they are friends with sunoo they must be nice like him.

“Y/n!! over here!” you snapped out of your thoughts when you heard your name, when you turned around you saw sunoo with two other boys, they did seem nice.

“h-hi” sunno giggled, “don't be shy y/n” he said with a reassuring smile, the other two boys just laughed along.

“hi, i am jungwon” one of the boys said, he had these cute dimples when he smiled, he gave off a warm vibe, he looked like the happiest person on the planet.

“and my name is niki, nice to meet you” the second boy said, he looked younger than jungwon, but still he was taller than both sunoo and jungwon. Hewas just a freshman and looked like a giant baby.

“You know y/n” Sunoo said, snapping you out of your thoughts for the second time that day, “niki is also a foreigner” you turned to niki, he just nodded. “I am from japan”.

“Why did you leave?” you asked, niki just smiled and you swore that kid got like 3 centimeters taller, he looked excited, just as if he had been waiting his whole life to be asked that question.

“you see, I want to be a dancer and be lift high has one of the best dance programs in the country, japan does not” that last part did not sound so excited “so i plan on auditioning, tryouts are supposed to be next week”

He reminded you of Jake, he also left Australia to become a dancer, now you kind of understood why Jake was the way he was towards you, you felt the need to protect niki, he was so cute for his own good.

“how about you?” jungwon asked “where are you from and why did you leave”

“Well my family is Korean, but I used to leave in australia and i left mostly because of family issues, my parents are barely home”

“oh” sunoo just looked at you

“Well, we are now all your new family” niki said with the same big smile he had while he was talking about how he wanted to become a dancer.

“Wait, you are a sophomore, right?” jungwon suddenly asked.

“Yes I am” you said proudly, for some reason.

“Then why didn't we see you in any class today” jungwon looked very puzzled “omg y/n are you skipping classes already? it's the first day!” and before you could say anything sunoo said,

“well you see” he said in a cocky tone “miss y/n here is in advanced classes, because and i quote “her brain cells actually know how to do their job”

The other two boys almost choked laughing, they couldn't breathe. At first you were really embarrassed, then you just laughed along, at that point you could not remember why you were nervous in the first place.

“and how about extracurriculars?” Jungwon said still laughing, he was trying to keep it together, he failed but at least he tried.

“Well, i saw that there’s an art club” the moment you said that sunoo became another person, he looked possessed which freaked you out to be honest.

“You want to join the art club!?” he almost yelled at you “ummm… yeah??? Is there a problem with that'' you were genuinely confused at his reaction, but then he looked happy?

“gil you should have told me earlier!” in the two days you had know sunoo you had never seen him so excited “well you are talking to the art club president himself, so consider yourself the newest member of the art club”

“this is awesome y/n!” jungwon was very excited as well “we’ll see each other more often”

“heeeeeey!” niki sounded upset “what about me?” he indeed was a giant baby, cute you thought.

“don't worry niki, when you start practicing with the dance team we’ll visit you and we’ll take you snacks”

“from now on y/n is my favorite” hugged you right afterwards.

you were very happy it was only your first day of class and you had already made friends, if you had the y/n from two years ago she would not believe you. The bell rang and you left for your last classes of the day. During the last periods you did not pay any attention at all, you were thinking about your new friends, usually you take notes but you did not this time, you were doodling the whole time.

Finally the bell rang one last time that day, you quickly grabbed your things and rushed out of the classroom, the hallway was filled with students that were eager to leave, just like you were. You bumped into someone, you just said sorry bearly looking back and just continued walking, you were going out with your brother and you had to get ready, you did not have any time to lose.

What you failed to notice was that you dropped your sketchbook, the boy you bumped into picked it up and when he looked up you were gone. He just stood there with the sketchbook in hand wondering who you were. Naturally he opened it to see if there was a name, sadly there wasn’t. For some strange reason, he didn't leave it on the lost and found, he was curious, he wanted to find the owner and give it to them.

He was mesmerized by the drawings he found there, they were mostly flowers, landscapes and lots of frogs, some had hats, others had wings, that just made him more curious. There were also some short poems in there, from what he read, whomever it belonged to was very sad, the one that caugth his attention was

“i supose i love my scars,

because they have stayed with me longer

than most people have”

He needed to find who the sketchbook belonged to.

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[brookecuzyes]

three years of you. — tear myself apart

Damiano David x GN!Musician!Reader

Main Masterlist — 3yrs Masterlist

Summary: it’s only been a couple of days, which were full of tears and regret. however, that regret wasn’t on their part until a simple comment was made. (Part 3 of a series)

Word Count: ≈3.4k

Warnings: cursing, alcohol intake, angst (Anyone drinking alcohol in this chapter is of the legal drinking age in the United States, which is 21.)

A/N: thank y’all for reading! this has already gained a lot of readers and so i am happy about that. love you guys sm 💕 songs included in this fic are not mine. any characters mentioned are not mine, and belong to their respected owners. and ofc, i don’t own the celebrities either. i do check comments/reblogs, so please be respectful!!

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You’ve got this, you can do it.

You tried consoling yourself. Normally, he would be here to help calm you down— or at least call if he could physically be there. He’d be there if you were about to have a panic attack, he’d be there to make sure that you were OK.

But you aren’t.

An entire audience full of strangers who listened to the songs, who listened to your heartbreak. Now, they get to watch your heart break live.

He wouldn’t— no, couldn’t— be there to comfort you. He couldn’t be there to tell you that everything will be fine. He fucked up, he’s the one who messed up that relationship…

“…then why did you show up?”

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Glasses clinked. Chatter was taking place all around. Honestly, it was a little overwhelming.

You sat down at the booth with the whole band. Saturday had rolled around, which you hadn’t noticed since you were lost in an almost depressive state where time was non-existent. However, the karaoke bar definitely woke you up.

“Alright, guys,” Luke, the lead guitarist, said, holding a couple of drinks in his hands. “Tonight is the night! The tradition kicks in once again, and Monday we start recording. Let’s celebrate and relax.” Julie, the lead singer and the girlfriend of Luke, followed behind him, setting more drinks down on the table. Flynn, the unofficial manager of the band, let out a loud, “woo!”, making everyone laugh. All of you grabbed a glass and clinked them together, all taking a sip at the same time. Your face crunched when you processed the drink.

“Jesus, Luke, what is this?” you questioned.

“Alcohol,” he said blatantly.

“Yeah, no shit,” you shot back, shaking off the effects.

“I just said that we’re relaxing— that’s exactly what alcohol does!”

“Or maybe you're just an alcoholic?” Alex joked, taking a sip of his drink.

“I don’t drink that much.” Luke defended.

“That’s what an alcoholic would say.” The whole band started laughing at the ongoing banter. It isn’t often when Alex made witty remarks like that, and everyone always enjoyed it when he did.

On another note, you felt as if you absolutely needed this drink. Given what’s been going on this last week, you felt like you deserved it. Though, you knew you’d regret this tomorrow. You knew Alex was keeping an eye out for you. The rest of the band didn’t know yet, they just knew that something happened, which is why you left Italy so early. They were all confused, but didn’t ask upon it when Alex glared daggers at them when they tried. So, thankfully, they did back off. But, it doesn’t mean that they weren’t concerned.

You had been talking, making it seem as if everything was fine, but Alex’s heart broke when he picked up on it. However, with the alcohol about to course through your veins, it would be harder from him to be able to pick up on whether you were drunk or going through it. Regardless, he was going to make sure that you were having fun and not thinking about your ex.

“Hey,” Flynn said, “why don’t we start the karaoke? I think we all have enough alcohol in our systems to do this.”

“I vote for Alex to go first!” You said, raising your hand. “Do Micheal Bublé.”

“Woah, hold up, I never even said-“

“It doesn’t matter. What I say goes. Now go.” He sighed, laughing as he stood up from the booth. He went over to the guy and told him what song he wanted to do. They got everything set up, and Alex got on stage.

“Let’s go, Alex!” You cheered on, making him smile and blush just a bit— though that wasn’t entirely visible from where you guys decided to sit.

The song started playing, and Alex started singing. It took you a few seconds to recognize the song but you figured it out.

“Oh, he’s singing Feeling Good. I love that song,” you whispered to Reginald, the bassist, who was sitting next to you. He looked to you over his shoulder, smiling. He hadn’t seen you so “out there” since you got back. It was nice to see you getting back to normal. Though, he didn’t actually know why you weren’t normal to begin with.

And I’m feeling… good.

You cheered Alex on again, dancing along to the beat with the whole band. Alex didn’t sing much, but when he did you cherished those moments. That’s why he songs Now or Never and Stand Tall on the band’s very first album are your favorite.

“God, I love his voice,” Reggie said, as if he read your mind.

“Yeah, and look at him,” you pointed out the way his body is moving with the music. The way he was just lost in a musical haze. It was enchanting. “That’s what his anxiety covers up.”

Alex soon finished, hopping off of the stage with an embarrassed smile on his face.

“Oh, don’t be embarrassed, babe,” you said, noticing his expression. “That was the best performance tonight by far. Not even Julie could compare to how amazing that was.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” she said, drawing out the ‘thanks’ in a sarcastic way. You raised your glass to her.

“Anytime, Jules,” you replied, raising your eyebrow and taking a sip. She laughed, letting the comment you made slip— for now at least.

“Hey, I have an idea!” Flynn exclaimed. “How about we take a couple photos and post them to our accounts? Y’know, to celebrate this very special moment.” Everyone collectively agreed. Pictures were taken left and right— and others were taken throughout the night, too— and each person had a different photo that they were each going to post. You had decided that you were going to post yours now, not wanting to forget later on tonight or tomorrow.

You captioned it:

Just continuing a small tradition tonight with music and alcohol. maybe if he lets me, i’ll post Alex singing Feeling Good 😏🤍

It was perfect and you posted it, after letting everyone see it to make sure it was OK. Within minutes people already saw it and were liking and commenting. You made sure to turn your phone off before it started going crazy. Julie and Luke decided to go up and do a duet with each other. They choose Little Do You Know. Their voices were beautiful singing the song. They mashed just so perfectly. You recorded them, knowing that you would 100% show them this at their wedding. (They aren’t engaged, but it’s bound to happen sooner or later.)

You weren’t paying attention to the notifications spamming the top of your screen, though you did look back once to see if the camera was aligned with their bodies. That’s when you saw a specific notification. One thing that you absolutely forgot when you posted that photo was that Måneskin could still see your posts. The only reason you remembered was because Victoria responded to your post.

Ahhh you look amazing!!!😘

The second you saw it, you put your head in your hands, mentally slapping yourself. If Victoria saw it, then the rest of the band is going to see, meaning Damiano would see it. Fuck, you thought to yourself.

“Hey, Y/N, are you alright?” Alex asked, placing a hand on your arm. You looked up at him showing him the comment. “I don’t understand.”

“Victoria commented. Meaning Damiano’s probably gonna see it.”

“Not if he’s blocked.”

“I didn’t block him, we’re still mutuals.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, Alex. Maybe I just haven’t gotten to it yet.” You realized the angered tone in your voice, not meaning to be rude to Alex. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap.”

“No, it’s okay. Hey, maybe if he does end up seeing it, he’ll just be jealous. Damiano will see everything he’s missing out on.”

“What is Damiano missing out on?” Julie asked, sitting back down with Luke.

“Oh, it’s nothing-“ Alex started, but you cut him off.

“I left Italy because Damiano was talking to another girl. It caused too many problems, so I left.” Everyone went silent. Everyone’s eyes softened at you, unsure of what to say.

“Y/N…”

“It’s fine. I’m here now. It doesn’t matter.” Silence fell once again, especially on Alex’s behalf. He knew you weren’t fine, he knew it mattered— whether you said it or not. “Sorry if I kinda killed tonight’s vibe.”

“N-No, you’re fine,” Reggie said. “You did nothing wrong.”

“Yeah, you didn’t ruin anything. I am glad that you told us, though. We’ve been worried.” Luke said, putting his arms on the table and leaning forward just a bit. You felt your phone vibrate but didn’t think anything of it— probably just another person on Instagram.

“Sorry that I made you guys worry. I just wasn’t sure how to bring it up. It’s just been a hard couple of days. This shit isn’t easy,” you explained, mumbling the last part. Everyone stayed silent, none wanting to make something worse.

“Luke, why don’t you and the guys go grab some food?” Julie suggested, placing a hand on Luke’s back, turning her attention back to you.

“Oh, yeah. Guys, let’s go,” Luke said, getting the hint. The boys got up and left, each giving you a sympathetic look. The girls, on the other hand, all stayed behind.

“Alright, listen up,” Flynn started. “Tonight is not the night to mope around. You can do that tomorrow when you’re hungover.”

“Right now,” Julie jumped in, “you’re gonna forget about that asshole, get your ass out there, and sing your heart out, dammit!” Your eyes widened at the girls’ sternness. A smile started creeping from your lips, Julie and Flynn following behind you. Soon enough, the three of you started laughing your asses off.

“Ok, ok, I’m convinced. I’ll have fun tonight. Thanks,” you said, trying to shake off the laughter so you can speak. You grabbed your drink, taking a sip of it. It was the same drink Luke got you earlier. Damn it, Luke. You shook your head to shake off the kick the drink had. Flynn chuckled at your antics, taking a sip of her, not as strong, drink. The guys soon came back with some snack-type items in their hands.

“Are we all good now?” Alex asked, setting down the plate on the table and looking your way.

“Yep, we’re all good now,” Julie answered, taking a sip of her drink. You chuckle at her, reaching for some of the food on the table. “But, Y/N’s about to sing for us.”

“Woah, wait, now?”

“What did I say? You’re gonna sing your heart out.”

You groaned, slumping back in your set in a joking— yet, not entirely joking— way. “Julie, I didn’t realize that you meant right now.”

“Ok, so? Get up there, Y/N! C’mon it’ll be fun.” You contemplated. I should go, you thought, it could be fun.

“Fine, I’ll go,” you announced, getting up from your seat. Reggie and Flynn got up from theirs so you could get out. When you got up, you turned to Reginald.

“C’mon, you’re doing this with me,” you said, grabbing his arm and dragging him over to the guy supervising the karaoke.

“I didn’t really wanna sing right now. Nerves, y’know?” Reggie explained.

“So? Reggie, I get that nerves are real, but there’s no way in hell I’m doing this alone.” You opened up a book full of songs, and was going through the selection.

“Why couldn’t you just get someone else?”

“Because I think our voices clash very well together.” You turned your head to him and gave him a smile. He shyly smiled back. You looked back at the book and held it up to Reggie. “What about this one?” you asked, pointing to a song. Reggie read it and smiled.

“Yeah, let’s do it,” he said, grabbing the pen and marking off the song and writing your names. You stood back, waiting for him to finish. When he did, he turned around.

“Alright, I’ve got us down. Wanna head up?” He asked, holding his hand out with a playful smile.

“Let’s do it,” you said, grabbing a hold of his hand, him taking you up the stairs and into the stage.

When you walked up, you saw the screen in front of you turn on, switching to the lyrics of the song. The lights were bright, but it wasn’t anything you weren’t used to. You saw some people stare at you, but it was mainly the rest of the band. Reginald walked to the microphone set up on the far left, you took the other. The song started playing, immediately relaxing you. Maybe this isn’t as bad as I thought. The song you chose was a favorite of you and Reggie— Meet Me At Our Spot. Of course, the band loved it too, but they got bored with it after a while since you two were always blasting it wherever you went. You actually had some inspiration from this song and wrote a little tune, but you had no lyrics at the moment.

When I wake up

I cant even stay up

I slept through the day, fuck

I’m not getting younger

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“Victoria, you don’t understand-“

“No, you don’t understand, Damiano!” Victoria raised her voice at him. They never argued. They’ve known each other since childhood and nothing had ever caused an issue, except for this.

“I did nothing wrong.”

“Really? ‘Cause it looks to me that you broke your lovers heart.”

“Y/N left me,” he said, trying to reason.

“They might have physically left, but, Damiano, you were gone a long time ago.” She started towards the front door of his house, grabbing her keys.

“Where are you going?” Damiano asked.

“Home. But, let me tell you something first, Dami.” She put her hand on the doorknob. “It doesn’t matter how you try to defend yourself, you fucked up. You broke Y/N’s heart. You were talking to someone else. The damage is done. If you’re gonna try and get them back, you’re gonna have to try really damn hard. You want to get Y/N back, right?”

Silence followed. Victoria gave him a second to compose himself, but ultimately feared the worst. “Dami…”

“I mean, yeah, but-“

“No buts. You shouldn’t be saying ‘but’, you have no reason to.” Damiano just looked at her. “Wow… unbelievable.” Victoria opened the door and walked out, slamming the door behind her. Damiano walked up to the door and locked it. He headed back to the living room and heard his phone ding. He picked it up and saw that you had posted a photo.

Just continuing a small tradition tonight with music and alcohol. maybe if he lets me, i’ll post Alex singing Feeling Good 😏🤍

He sighed. He unlocked his phone, and went to go see the photo you posted. You looked nice. Happy. What was the tradition again?

Right, karaoke. The weekend before the band records an album, everyone goes to a karaoke bar. He scrolled down a bit and saw a comment. He saw Victoria’s comment.

Ahhh you look amazing!!!😘

He figured that she saw the post before she pulled out of his driveway. He debated on what he should do.

Yeah, he fucked up. But, it really wasn’t that bad. It’s not like he cheated. It was just talking. He wanted to tell you that you look great, but wasn’t sure how you would feel about it. Like Y/N would care what I think, he thought to himself. You never broke up, though. Plus, he needs to know what’s going on, how you’re doing. He’s concerned. Couldn’t be the worst thing— it’s not like the internet knows yet.

Ok, I’ll just just comment.

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Caught a vibe

Baby, are you coming for the ride

I just wanna look into your eyes

I just wanna stay for the night, night, night

You and Reginald were jamming out to the song, as per usual. Everyone was loving it, even the rest of the band. It was the most fun you’ve had in a hot second.

When we take a drive

Maybe we can take the 405

Hypnotized by the light

Man, this must be the life

As the song ended, everyone cheered you two on. You went over and hugged Reggie on his side, him giving a small hug back. You guys walked back to your booth, the whole band full of excitement. Alex got up from his seat and let the two of you in, you sitting in the corner of the booth.

“That was amazing!” Luke exclaimed.

“Thanks, we had fun,” Reggie said, practically reading your mind.

“Definitely.”

“Your voices go so well together,” Flynn remarked.

“That’s exactly what I said!” you said, hitting Reginald’s shoulder so he knows your point is proven.

“Ok, we don’t have to be violent about it,” he joked, smirking just a bit.

“Yeah, whatever. I’m gonna go to the restroom real quick. I’ll be back,” you said, waiting for Alex and Reggie to stand up so you can go. You grabbed your phone, stood up, and made your way to the restroom. When you got to the restroom, you went to one of the stalls but checked your phone before you did anything else. However, you almost immediately regretted it because you saw that Damiano had commented on your photo.

What the hell does he want?

You read what he had commented, and, honestly, you wanted to laugh.

You look great tonight, as you do every night, amore

You couldn’t believe it. Amore, really? you thought to yourself. You looked up from your phone, looking at the stall door. You contemplated what to do next:

For starters, keeping the comment wouldn’t be out of the norm for your followers. They knew about you and Damiano. However, if you deleted (which you really wanted to do), everyone would notice. People would speculate. Or, you could just go off on Damiano privately. That would be too harsh. But, this is your account— your decision. Do you want to have your cheater boyfriend compliment you the way he did?

You know what, do it later, you thought, turning off your phone and finally, actually, using the restroom.

Once you finished, you exited the stall and walked over to the sinks. You washed your hands, not able to get that damn comment off of your mind.

You walked out of the restroom and back over to the booth, but you didn’t sit down.

“Alex,” you said, standing next to him. “Can I talk to you?” He looked up at you, unsure of what you wanted to talk about, but got up anyway. You grabbed his hand and pulled him outside.

When you two got out there, you sat down on a bench, Alex following your move.

“Is everything alright?” You opened your phone and went to Instagram, showing Alex to comment Damiano left. “Oh.”

“Yeah. I just don’t know what to do, and it is tearing me apart. Do I delete it? Do I keep it? Do I argue with him?”

“Delete the comment, and, Y/N, please, block him on social media. You don’t have to block his number, but you should block him everywhere else.”

“Why not his number,” you asked.

“Because you need closure. At some point, you’re gonna want to text him or call him and try to get some understanding as to why he did what he did. You haven’t actually broken up yet. Maybe that’s how you finish off?”

After a moment of contemplation (again), you nodded your head slowly.

“Ok. Yeah, ok, I’ll do that.” You lowered your head and searched through your following to find Damiano’s account. You clicked the three dots at the top, and looked for the block button.

“You sure this is the right thing to do?”

“Yes. Want me to do it?”

“No, no, it’s fine. I can do it.”

You looked at the button for a second. You’ve never even thought of blocking him before. I’m your mind, he was the one. Now? Well, you’re blocking him because he cheated on you, so obviously your idea of him completely shifted.

I can do this.

Your hands started shaking slightly, your heart was beating like crazy.

I can do this.

Slowly, you moved your finger over the button.

Click it, it’ll be fine.

And, so, you did. You clicked the button.

You felt free.

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[shuaberriez]

playlist title: your melody - my comfort songs <3

description: dedicated to @soonshuas <3 - my emotional support comfort human being <3 (and the "parasite to my stomach" - you said you wanted me to say this, so here it is) i said that i'd make you a playlist, i didn't say in what format though <3

hi n !! <3 this pales in comparison to what you did for me, but i wanted to make you something. i probably overhyped this a lot, but i hope you still like it ;-;

my thought process was this: my main grievance with spotify playlists is that i can't explain all my song choices in the playlist !! i think they should add that feature btw i also said that i'd make you another playlist, so here we are. below are not reasons per se, as to why i chose these songs, but moreso the vibe i feel when listening to these (mainly bc i'm not eloquent and i can't form coherent reasons) <3 also hehe i chose my favourite lyrics as the captions for them <3 mentally, these are the songs that play in my head whenever i speak to you bc you’re so !! comforting !! the epitome of comfort <3

track no. 1: 舞い落ちる花びら (fallin’ flower)

[15:05] riding your bike home with peach blossom petals falling around you. you can tell that spring is coming, the warmth of the afternoon sun being indicative of that. there is still a chill seeping through your skin as you ride on the bike path, a reminder that winter is still there. a reminder of your past. a bittersweet memory sweeps your mind as you ride, the petals falling more rapidly as a breeze rustles through the trees. the peachy glow from the sun, making it seem as though you were looking at the scenery through a rose-tinted lense. that was what the memory felt like. a lost love, someone you never thought you would fall for. the memory of that relationship had become bittersweet over time, but one day your rose-tinted lense would dissapate. one day you will see full colour again <3

never thought i would want to fall for someone, i met you, and i realised that everything has a reason.

track no. 2: falling for u

[12:27] the comforting scent of coffee beans wafted through your senses as you entered the cafe, friend in tow. their crush, a friendly barista at the university cafe that your friend had now deemed worthy of visiting after realising this. had they noticed that you'd come in here every day? had they noticed with the incessant pick up lines your friend had dropped on them every time after you picked up your coffees. better yet, had they noticed the $30 tip you had left, every single time. you had noticed the way their eyes had lit up, glazing over you and always pausing on your friend. you had noticed the way a light blush had dusted over their cheeks every time your friend had flirted their way into conversation. finally, you had noticed the way, without fail, their number had been scrawled underneath your clueless friend's coffee cup every single time, bitterness aching at your heart as you forced yourself to smile and grin, encouraging your friend to talk to their crush more, reassuring them that it was not a futile attempt. it wasn't your place. you couldn't and would not do anything to stop this. after all, they were the protagonists, not you. you were the wingman. that was your place. falling for you - three words. three words that were both meaningful and meaningless at the same time.

should i talk to you or not? i thought for a while, the thoughts keep getting tangled in my head.

track no. 3: snap shoot

[11:53] multiple rounds of mario kart, snacks strewn across the floor (literally all the junk food you could scavenge from your cupboard), bickering with friends over who should play next, and holding fake grudges over whoever had won that round. playing round after round of just dance to deduce who should wash the dishes. just pure contentment and memories filled with laughter and friends.

bring newness to every day, draw this moment with your light.

track no. 4: ひとりじゃない (not alone)

[02:38] turning on a comfort playlist after a long day and sleepless night. the hollowness in your heart subsiding as particular lyrics came to mind - soft, melodic reassurances filling your mind as the comforter you had cocooned around you warmed your heart, and protected you from any worries. you didn't feel alone. the music was there, wrapping you up tightly in a big, and comforting hug.

in my memories when i'm looking for you, i can say with all my heart that i'm not alone.

track no. 5: pinwheel

[20:28] sitting on a ferris wheel alone, the crisp night air whisking through your hair, nostalgia and longing residing in your mind as you thought of them. they were gone. that didn't mean that you didn't miss them. it was moments like these that made you think of them. they - who could have left your life without a trace, but instead left mementos etched into your heart, making the heartbreak of losing them worse. there were nights like tonight when you thought of them coming back. you would accept them wholeheartedly. but that option was out of your grasp. a thought is purely a thought, afterall.

even if you get lost, and it takes you a while, come round and round, back to me.

[croissans]

diversion

───── c!dream x f!reader

─── 0.3k, fluff, pining, crime, mild language? more of a vibe than a fic

─────── too sleepy to work on the actual heist jnsbhdgja

trying to pull off a heist, you needed a diversion. luckily dream has one right up his sleeve...

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a heist in broad daylight was no easy feat. while you stuck to a table with sapnap, dream and the others were scattered across the room, blending along with the other patrons.

george fitted right in - ordering a plate of shrimp and expensive looking pastries.

you had to admit that you were nervous but you hid it pretty well as you tried to focus on the band of violins and accordions playing a gentle tune in the corner, eyes drifting away every now and then.

you hadn't imagined the architecture would be this breathtaking when you were looking at its blueprints.

you could see why they would choose this place to showcase a bunch of incredibly expensive rocks. well, diamonds.

they had plastered ethereal paintings onto the domed ceiling and the floors were a foggy pink shade of marble.

if it wasn’t for all the candlelight scattered across the room, the room would probably be flooded by natural sunlight coming from the tall windows, decked with velvet curtains. it showcased the green shrubbery outside, the well kept garden and the odd greek statues with no limbs.

at first, you had mistaken all the marble for gold, or something so valuable you would probably take the time to scrape it off and pawn it. in this economy? yes.

suddenly, sapnap snapped you back to reality, leaning onto the table.

“we need a distraction,” he said, standing up. karl followed suit, a nod from sapnap suddenly plucking him from the crowd. they disappeared past the table of patrons and down the corridor.

with a sip of champagne, you leaned back in your seat and caught the dream's eye on the other side of the room.

suddenly, the blond stood up and walked over to the quartet playing in the corner of the room, leaning in to whisper something to one of them. any other trained eye would have seen how he slipped one of them a wad of cash. what was he doing?

your eyes never left his as he made his way over. dream stood before you, and you felt compelled to take his outstretched hand. “what are you doing?” you whispered as he led you along the center of the room, hand fitted nicely in his.

he doesn’t answer instead he reached for your other hand, delicately leading you in front of him, slender fingers on the curve of your back. you knew what was happening and tried to clumsily slip in your hand on his waist, likewise, but he offers you his shoulder instead.

“this is going to sound cliche, but i literally don’t know how to dance.” you had to whisper the words in his ear.

you two were so close you could smell the hint of expensive cologne on him, trying to play the part of rich and fancy to every last drop.

“just follow my lead.”

a ping on his communicator distracted george’s attention from the forming scene.

(sapnap) what are they doing??

(georgenotfound) you said you wanted a distraction

(georgenotfound) you’re getting one

(sapnap) FINALLY those two needed to get their sht together

you were stiff as an anvil in his arms, a great contrast to his smooth movements, steps surprisingly graceful on the marbled floor, like he actually knew what he was doing.

the quartet was still playing that sweet melodic tune as you started off slow, easing into the dancefloor and the plan was already working - even a few of the staff had stopped to stare.

dream led you around the room, a hand weighing yours while the other brushed against the exposed skin on your back every now and then. suddenly, you were glad about the choice of dress.

all of a sudden, he pulled back a little, a smile on his lips.

then, you’re tipped back, still handled with care but enough to draw a laugh from you. when you resurfaced, you’re cheek to cheek and you could tell from the sudden drop in tune that the pace was about to get faster. you’ve watched enough trashy rom coms to know the steps.

the melody dropped and you’re suddenly tugged away, wobbly twirling back in his arms, laughter bubbling up from you.

the chatter of the other patrons started to die away, and you felt more relaxed in your movements, more compelled to smile as you swayed more freely. you mirrored his footsteps, anticipating when you were going to twirl away and back in again.

eventually, you slowed back down again, but the smile never left your lips. you swayed in opposite directions, going left when he went right, softly brushing shoulders.

“having fun?” dream asked teasingly. you swept your eyes away from the floor to look at him, mirroring the mirth in his eyes.

your lips pressed into a thin line, trying to stop yourself from smiling. “talk to him.” you pressed the comms in his ear.

there was static, followed by sapnap’s teasing voice. “no, no, keep on dancing. we’re still not done.”

you came to a slow, hands intertwined in the air and one on your waist, keeping you close. with your heels, you were almost the same height as him, almost able to tuck your chin on his shoulder but not quite.

you pulled back, eyes boring in his. “what did he say?”

suddenly, the lights flickered shut, drawing the gasps of the other patrons. it caught you by surprise too, tensing and pressing yourself closer to him. your arms dangled on his shoulders.

you coughed awkwardly, returning the appropriate slither of space between you two and basked in the sunlight suddenly able to stream into the room.

now you can see every speck of dust in the air, every streak making up the emeralds in his eyes.

looks like those diamonds weren’t the only ones getting stolen today.

you took the chance and leaned in, expensive cloth bustling between your bodies as your lips brushed on the specks of sun-kissed freckles on his cheek.

light flooded the room once more.

dream grinned, still not parting. “that’s our cue.”

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despite the literal crime you had just committed, there’s a smile on your lips as you skipped down the steps and into the awaiting getaway car.

on the way back, you slept with your head resting on dream's shoulder and a sack of diamonds in the front seat.

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Did You Order a Pizza?

Halloween 2020 is filled with lots of surprises for the Styles family

A/N: Hi lovelies! I hope you had. great Halloween and you're feeling alright these days! This is a one shot following the family from my pic Another World, which you can find here! I hope you enjoy it and I cannot wait to hear all your thoughts!! I love y'all!

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“And you’re sure he’s back?”

“You heard him on the phone. He’ll be waiting for Jeff so you’ve got plenty of time while he waits for the man to not show up.” Glenne smiled at you from her spot in the driver’s seat. “Although, I think he’ll like who does show up instead.”

Harry had left for Los Angeles so that he could begin filming a new Olivia Wilde film, leaving you and Bella in London. And as much as you’d have loved to join him on such a monumental step in his career from the start, you were unable to travel with him. Not only were you unable because your daughter was still in school at the time, but because of the pandemic that was still going on throughout the world. It prevented for most of the year’s plans to take place, which absolutely crushed Harry. He was looking forward to Love on Tour and showing his fans how much fun this new era was for him, more than you’d seen from him in a long time, but he would always put the safety of his fans before entertainment, so it was an easy choice to postpone. However, no tour meant that he could gladly accept a leading role in a film alongside some of the most well known actors in the industry.

But it only took you a few days after his departure to find out you couldn’t be so far from him. As fate would have it, Bella’s class was turning into online learning once the half term break ended, which meant one of the most important reasons you were still in London had vanished. So, after spending two weeks quarantining and making sure you took all the necessary precautions, both you and Bella got tested and flew to the states with your negative results. From the start, you had told Jeff of your plan and he and Glenne gladly welcomed you into their home once you arrived, wanting to spend time with Bella for a few days after going so long not seeing the toddler. And finally, once you got the negative results of yet another test, you and your daughter were off to stay with Harry.

Jeff had spoken with your boyfriend over FaceTime earlier that morning, feeding Harry some story about needing to solidify some merch designs, and making sure that Harry would be patiently waiting for his manager after he finished filming for the day. But the plan was to have Glenn drive Jeff’s car so he suspected nothing seeing it pull up, and surprise him when it was you and Bella getting out the car instead of the oldest Azoff son.

“I can’t wait.” you groaned out through the grin taking over your face. You bounced in your seat slightly, pressing both hands to your cheeks just thinking about seeing his shocked face when he opened the door expecting Jeff, but seeing you and Bella instead.

“What?” The question was brought up after a soft chuckle was heard from Glenne’s side of the car as soon as you were halted at a stoplight.

“Nothing. It’s just cute how excited you are to see him after being apart for what, a month?”

“27 days.” you whispered, urging yourself to force down a smile. “But who’s counting?”

“You guys have been together nearly a decade, and you still get all flustered when you talk about him.”

The way you and Harry acted around one another was something that was always commented on by people in your inner circle, for that exact reason. Without a doubt, your relationship had gone through some of the toughest times, but that was bound to happen when you’ve been with someone since you were sixteen… and even more likely when every moment of your life was documented to the public. But those tough times never seemed to last, because at the end of the day, Harry was everything you ever wanted and vise versa. He was what you daydreamed about in a partner while growing up. And being with him was like being with the sun. He made you feel loved and cared for, you had more fun with him than anyone else on the planet, and every single day with him felt like a new adventure. As a kid, you’d thought the way people described the love of their life was corny, nothing but a thing of fairy tales, yet that feeling that bloomed inside your chest and tummy every time you thought about Harry told you that it was very real.

“Dunno.” you shrugged, “He’s my person. Even seven and half years later, he still makes me feel like he did on our first date.”

“That what’s got you looking extra glowy or is that just another secret to staying in the honeymoon phase forever?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” you replied quickly, finding it hard to keep the giddy feeling that was now bubbling in your lower stomach under control when you turned your head to meet her gaze. She was squinting at you with suspicious eyes, her lips pursed as she bit the inside of her cheek, which forced a laugh to fall from you. “What? I don’t! Just miss him, that’s all. Isn’t that right baby? We just missed daddy loads, huh?” making sure to quickly take the attention away from yourself, you turned as much as you could in your seat to look at Bella in the back.

“Yes! I miss daddy so much!” her little legs kicked against the carseat and her arms lifted high above her head, a huge smile plastered on her face. “I have so many drawings and stickers to show him and Mr. Jeff got new socks!”

“I know, we got them all tucked away nice and safe so you can show him. Do you remember what the plan is when we get there?” you asked her, your breath getting caught in your throat for a moment when the sun shined just right through the rear window. It was a perfect day in LA, sunny and warm and just as the car pulled onto the street you knew was where Harry was staying, the sunlight danced across Bella’s perfect complexion. She was a spitting image of her father, down to the freckles dotting her face, the deep set dimples that never seemed to disappear, and the curls constantly falling in front of her face no matter how hard you tried to keep them tamed. Every now and again you caught a glimpse, sometimes through the kitchen window while she was playing in the backyard and other times while her eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks as she slept on your chest, of just how breathtaking Bella is. What angelic beauty the love between you and Harry had managed to create.

“Yeah mumma!” she smiled, giving you two thumbs up, very clearly excited about getting to see her dad again. “You ‘member my costume, right mumma?”

“Of course I did. Put it in the bag right next to mine.”

“Good. ‘Cause ‘m really ‘cited about it.”

“I know baby. It’s a good one, isn’t it?” you knew Harry would get a kick out of what Bella decided to be for Halloween. She had come to you months ago, actually sat you down in the kitchen and explained what she wanted to do like she was in a little business meeting. And of course as soon as she told you, you had to laugh because it was perfect.

“Yeah.”

Her whisper was the last thing said within the confines of the car before the three of you pulled up in front of a beautiful white house nestled deep in the Hollywood Hills. It was much smaller than the house the pair of you had just sold just blocks away, but everything about it was so much homier. A brick walkway sandwiched between a line of shrubbery and a white stone wall led up to the house, which itself was an odd shape. The very front of the house came up to an asymmetrical point instead of a typical flat roof, and the rest of the house was pushed back slightly, so that none of the face was level, and the house almost seemed cut in half horizontally from the distinct line between white stone bottom and black paneling on the upper level of the home. Finally, a brick downhill driveway, made of the same brick as the walkway, led to an all black garage that sat just below the rest of the home. The small details is what made the building give off such a cozy vibe; a vibrant green front door, plant boxes hanging off a few of the upper windows, a black wooden archway and lanterns surrounding the front door, a few potted plants on the side of the walkway, and the faint golden hues peaking through the closed blinds.

“Cute, huh?” Glenne laughed, putting the car in park and turning fully in her seat to look at you.

“Yeah, it actually really is. Reminds me a bit of our old place.”

“Place in London, right? That’s what I told Jeff.” she said at the same time, looking behind her at Bella while you got out of the car. “You ready to go, tulip?”

“Yes please!”

Her hands were already fumbling with the seat belt by the time you opened her door, the excitement itching at her in preparation for what was to come, but she graciously waited for you to sort her out.

“Thank you mumma.” she muttered casually once you had her unbuckled and lifted into your arms.

“You’re welcome, baby.” the way Bella was the most polite little girl you had ever known never failed to make your heart soar. You and Harry were so proud of the person she was becoming, whether she was that way because she saw how everyone in her life acted or because she was born with the kindest little soul, it didn’t matter. She always made sure the people around her were happy and having fun, constantly reminding people how much she loves them, and trying her hardest to make everyone laugh. It was yet another way she reminded you of Harry; they both could instantly light up a room without even trying. “Just gotta ring the bell, right? Say your line?”

“You got it, mumma!” she smiled brightly, leaning in to give you a quick kiss.

Nearly the instant you put her down, she darted up the brick steps, taking a full pause at each step to be her funny self and jump, with both feet together, up to the next one. As she made her way towards the front door, you took your place leaning against the passenger door of Glenne’s car, nearly doubling over in laughter watching Bella look hysterical lifting up on her very tiptoes in order to reach the unusually high doorbell.

Your breath caught in your throat as you waited for Harry to open the front door. For a minute, you were sure that he had ignored Jeff’s instructions to stay home, but to your relief, the green door finally opened, revealing a very comfortable looking Harry. He was very obviously post shower, his hair visibly wet and sparkling when the porch lights lit up his form, clad in a pair of black basketball shorts and one of his grey Treat People With Kindness hoodies, and nothing else but a tall pair of Nike socks. It was like a scene from a movie, because when he didn’t immediately see Jeff in front of him, Harry looked over towards the driveway quickly like he was being pranked. But within a second, his attention was brought down to Bella, who tugged on the hem of his shorts, her sweet voice barely audible from the distance.

“Did you get a pizza?”

It was comical to watch him just stare at her like she had three heads. You couldn’t blame him, last he knew, both you and Bella were five thousand miles away, so it made sense that his brain was not comprehending the scene in front of him.

“He’s so confused.” Glenne giggled behind you, but her voice seemed like it was muted with how fully your focus was on your boyfriend.

“Hmm.”

Not even a second after your hum of agreement, and as if it was in slow motion, you watched as realization glossed over his features, his green eyes widening and mouth hanging open, and he sank to his knees. It didn’t take him even a second to pull Bella into his chest, winding his arms completely around her tiny frame and cradling her head in his surprisingly ring free hands.

Seeing the two of them together was like looking at two halves of the same soul reconnect. The moment they were in one another’s arms, it was like everything got brighter. Their smiles widened, chuckles more audible - even from such a far distance, and the warmth that typically lived in your chest recently, burned even warmer. You always knew Harry was meant to be a dad, just from how much he talked about it. You knew that he would do his very best to go above and beyond for his child, to make sure they felt loved and secure and treasured. But hearing about it and seeing it are completely different. Seeing nothing but total adoration on his face whenever he looked at your daughter made you fall in love with him all over again.

“Mumma!” Bella’s shouted, snapping you out of the daze you had slipped into while watching the moment before you. Both Harry and Bella were now looking at you from the doorway, her head resting on her father’s shoulder as he held her in one arm, their faces totally engulfed with smiles. “C’mere Mumma!”

“Yeah mumma.” Harry finally spoke up, his voice carrying down the pathway right to where you were standing.”C’mere.” Just seeing him standing there, smiling so brightly and holding his free arm out telling you he was waiting for a hug, was enough to make you break out in a smile and push off the car, dashing up the steps.

His chest was firm when you crashed into it, much firmer than when you hugged him goodbye in the airport a few weeks ago, and you felt as if you head placement on his chest was different - like he’d grown since you last saw him. Or maybe he hadn’t changed at all but your mind was finally coming out of a month long fog that it slipped in without him, getting readjusted to being in his arms.

“Hi sweetheart.” he whispered in your ear, peppering kisses all along your hairline and temple like he physically couldn’t leave an inch of the side of your face untouched.  

“Hi baby.”

“What’re you doing here?” he asked, pure wonder in his tone as he nudged the side of your face with his chin, making you lift your head from his chest and look at him. “I just talked to you this morning, said you were going to see your parents before everything got locked down again.”

“Yeah, well. I lied.” you smiled, leaning in to press kiss after kiss to his lips, trying your best to control the insane happiness rushing through your veins. Your response seemed to be enough for him, because he didn’t ask another question wondering why you were in LA. Which was good for you because your plan wasn’t to explain everything on the front porch.

The three of you stayed frozen in that same position, Harry’s arm so tight around you that your face was completely buried in his hoodie, and the other arm holding Bella, forming a makeshift group hug, not bothering to worry about anyone seeing you or anything going on past the wooden archway. Because nothing else mattered. Not when you were with the two people who made your world spin.

“Daddy.” Bella’s timid voice finally broke you apart, both you and Harry leaning back a bit so that you could put your full attention on the little girl in his arms.

“Yes lovie?”

“I lied too.”

“What did you lie about?”

She lifted her head from his shoulder in order to look at him with a very concerned expression, like she felt deeply sorry for whatever she was about to say to him. “I don’t have a pizza. ‘M sorry. Mumma told me it was funny.”

“Oh did she now?” Harry mocked in offence, looking back at you and raising his eyebrows.

“Mhm. But it wasn’t, ‘cause we don’t have any.”

“That’s right. But sometimes it’s okay to say something silly like that and not feel bad as long as it’s not something to hurt anyone, right? And daddy isn’t mad. How about you mumma?” Harry looked to you, trying not to smile at how adorable Bella was about the little fib. You shook your head.

“Not at all.”

“And what about you, B.B? Are you sad you told daddy there was pizza?”

She contemplated it for a bit, scrunching her nose up - again, just like her father - and looking around like the answer would be hanging in the air somewhere. “Yeah.” she said matter of factly. “But ‘cause I want pizza. And we don’t have any.”

Both you and Harry couldn’t help the laughs that fell from your lips, wasting no time before leaning forward to press a kiss to Bella’s forehead. “How about we get some then?” he asked against her skin, glancing at you when saying his next bit. “We’ll get your bags from the car and order one?”

“Oh god!” you yelled, turning around to face the car from which you’d just ran from. “Completely forgot Glenne was sitting in there! She’s probably been texting Jeff about how annoying we are.”

“Annoyingly adorable, yeah.”

“Think she’d fight you on that one. Nearly made her sick on the drive here with how excited I was to see you.” your laugh was muffled as Harry wrapped his arm back around your neck, dragging you in a headlock down the first step towards the car. Bella, knowing that it was time to bring in the bags, wiggled out of Harry’s grasp and sprinted down the steps ahead of you, right into the arms of a now out and about Glenne.

“Everything’s alright?” Harry’s voice was laced with concern now that your little one was out of ear shot. You both tried your hardest to never have any sort of talk about negative things around her, whether that be an argument or things going on in life, because she should never have to be put through the stress of that. Most of the time you just waited until she was asleep to talk about those things, but sometimes it meant going into different rooms and closing the doors.

“Hmm?”

“Everything’s alright, right? You didn’t come all the way out here because something’s wrong, did you?” quickly forgotten was your position in a headlock, and instead, Harry kept his arm around your neck, your body fitting perfectly tucked into his side. You walked step by step to meet your friend and daughter, who already started pulling suitcases out of the boot.

You took a peek up to him, noticing he was already glancing down at you, his eyes roaming all over your face to look for any sign of distress that he may have missed when he first saw you. But you had none to offer him. “Yeah baby, everything’s okay. Just needed to be with you.”

“Swear? You’d tell me if there was something?”

“Of course I would. Always.”

“Alright, professor. But if I find out you were hiding something, I’ll have to write a diss track.”

“Oh will you now?”

“Mhm. Thems the rules.”

Glenne spent a bit of time with the three of you before heading off, telling you to enjoy your time together and even throwing in a little joke about maybe even making a new baby since she missed how little Bella used to be. The comment made your ears warm and a weird feeling flutter through your stomach, but she gave you no time to respond before she shuffled out the door.

Since arriving at Harry’s, Bella practically refused to leave his arms, wanting to be as close to him as possible until she really realized that no one was going anywhere for quite a bit. And her thoughts must have quieted enough because not even twenty minutes after Glenne walked out the front door, Bella was running through the house towards one of the extra rooms she’d be sleeping in.

“Mumma! Come help me! We gotta show daddy!” her already soft voice was even soft as she yelled from the second floor, her request forcing you to get up from the sofa.

“What are we showing me?”

“She’s really proud of her Halloween costume this year. Spent weeks planning it out, you know?”

“I know. She wouldn’t budge anytime I asked her. Very secretive that one.”

“Hmm, wonder where she gets that from?” you sang while walking up the stairs, letting out a snort when you saw him lift a middle finger to you from his position still on the sofa, not even bothering to turn around to look at you as you continued towards your daughter.

“Alright baby, I’m here! Where do you want me?” you clapped, entering Bella’s room in a way that mimicked that of Harry Lambert, something that you knew she’d recognize right away from the amount of times she’s seen her parents being helped by the stylist.

“Over here, mumma. Gotta help me button!” she had already rid herself of the clothes she’d been wearing on the drive to Harry’s, the green long sleeve shirt and jeans laid in a crumpled mess at the foot of the bed while she stood in just her knickers, searching through the small suitcase on her bed for all the pieces to her costume.

You took a seat on the floor next to where she was standing, watching her every move as she finally found everything she was looking for. Her tongue stuck out while she took the fabric between her fingers and gently held it in her hands - taking a moment to look at it in awe - before turning and holding it out to you, expectantly.

“Gotta be careful with it, mumma.”

“Oh I know. They’re really delicate, aren’t they?”

“Mhm. Reedy told me to be gentle with ‘em ‘cause they were made with extra love so they’re extra soft.”

“Oh that’s perfect! They’ll be on for quite a while so it’s good that it’s all comfortable.”

“Yep.”

You look notice of how long her hair had grown while zipping up the back of her shirt, the curls continuously falling against your fingers despite being held over her shoulder by Bella. You knew well enough even before she was born that she was going to have gorgeous hair, all it took was one look at the locks cascading from her father to tell you that, but it seemed to grow even more mesmerizing by the day. It fell loose past her shoulders every day, always managing to fall in front of her eyes while she was sprawled out on the floor playing. Even though you did enjoy how cute she looked pushing the crazy curls out of her face while her little tongue stuck out, you knew it was time for a trim soon.

“Are you wanting a haircut soon?” you asked while zipping her pants as well.

“Hmm, I don’t think so. I like it long.”

“How about we see if we can get rid of some of these dry bits at least?”

Bella thought about it for a bit, picking at her nails while mulling over the idea of going back to the salon. “Yeah, I think that’s fine.”

“Alright, we’ll see about making an appointment when we get back home. Gives you some time to think it over.”

“Okay! Y’almost done mumma? ‘M excited.” she bounced in place, trying her best not to move so that you could finish getting her ready as fast as possible.

“All set!” you checked, reaching up to grab her hair out of her grasp and let it fall down her back. “Just put the jacket on and you’re all set to show daddy.”

“He’s gonna be so happy I know it!” she squealed, carefully picking up and putting on the final part to her costume and turning to look in the floor length mirror. Bella didn’t say anything for a minute, taking the time to examine herself in the mirror. She smoothed the fabric covering her torso, lifted her feet in order to see the little pair of boots, and had one of the largest smiles you’d ever seen on her. “I look so good!”

“You do, lovie! Award winning I’d say.”

“Thank you for helping! Lets go!!” she yelled, darting towards the door and only stopping at the top of the stairs when you called for her, reminding her to be careful by the steps. The two of you quickly discussed your plan before departing ways, leaving Bella a bouncing mess just above you as you walked down to the light switch at the bottom of the steps.

Flicking all the lights off, you cleared your throat and waited for Harry, who had gotten up off the sofa upon hearing your descending footsteps and was now leaning against the back of the furniture, his bum resting just on top of the back, to give you his full attention. Although the lights were off, it was still early enough in the evening that light showed through the windows, allowing you to see his face and make sure Bella got down the stairs safely.

“You all know him as 2013’s Teen Choice Male Hottie -”

“Also 2016.” Harry cut in, trying and failing to stifle his chuckle

“Also 2016’s” you added, “and lead roles in Award Winning pictures such as This Is Us and iCarly.” at this point, it was obvious what was happening and you could tell Harry was fully on board with what was about to walk down the stairs. But he was also so excited. He no longer was leaning against the sofa, but now standing upright and his hands were pressed together in a praying position in front of his mouth. “Introducing, the incredibly talented, musically gifted, style icon of the decade, Mr. Harry Edward Styles!”

The second you saw that Bella made it safely to the ground next to you, you flicked on the dim lights that just illuminated the staircase, showering your daughter in the closest thing you could get to a spotlight. She was standing in Harry’s signature position; bent forward slightly with one hand held in a peace sign while the other dangled loosely by her side and mouth open wide. Harris Reed had taken the time to make Bella a nearly exact replica of the white and black floral suit Harry had worn to the 2015 AMA’s - the suit that really started it all when it came to Styles’ fashion. Her curls were hanging past her shoulders just like Harry’s were at the time, and for good measure, she even lifted her hand to push some out of her face exactly like he used to.

She was a spitting image of Harry. And he loved it.

“Oh my god! You’re kidding! You look fantastic! Gonna put me out of a job! I won’t even need to go on stage anymore. This is amazing!” he screeched, rushing forwards and couching down in front of his daughter. He took in every last detail of the outfit; how the under shirt had buttons but did not open from the front (something Harris thought would be easier for Bella to get in and out of), how the floral detail was exactly the same as the one he had hanging in his closet back home (Reed had asked Alessandro for the fabric), and how even the shoes were a near replica.

“Mhm. I can sing next time. I’ll go up and sing to your friends and you can sit and watch and talk to Mitchy.” she nodded, taking a step back and belting out ‘You’re so Golden!’ “See? Like that!”

Harry beamed. “Absolutely! Give me a nice break every now and again, very thoughtful. We’ll just have to change your bedtime and it’s all set!”

“You like it, daddy?” she asked, her eyes wide as she moved right in front of Harry, her hands grasping the hood of his hoodie and she looked directly into his eyes.

“I love it - and you - more than there are stars in the sky!” Harry responded without hesitation, grabbing her and lifting her into his arms, swinging Bella around quickly enough to let a few giggles. “Thank you very much, beautiful, it makes me very happy.”

“Can’t believe you wanted to be your smelly old dad.” he joked when she pushed against his chest to look at him, “See me everyday, why’d you wanna dress up like me too?

“‘Cause you dress the best, daddy!”

“Ohhhh hear that, love?” he turned to look directly at you, Bella now hiding her face in her hands in embarrassment on saying her dad dressed better than her mum. ���I’m the best dressed.” Harry stuck his tongue out at you.

The reaction from Harry was everything Bella was expecting and more. So much so that she could no longer fight the exhaustion of the hectic day any longer. She barely made it five minutes in Harry’s arms before finally passing out. In the coming December, she’d be turning five and you were trying to start and wean her off of taking long naps, but after such an energetic day you welcomed the time for her to rest. She put up a fight getting out of Harry’s arms, the arm she had shoved into Harry’s hood in order to thread her fingers through the short hair at the nape of his neck, tightened each time he tried to pull her away to lay her in bed. Like even in her unconscious state she wanted to know that seeing Harry again wasn’t a figment of her imagination.

It was heavenly to be back with Harry. Even though you had only been apart for such a short amount of time, there was so much to catch up on, and you would never get tired of hearing about everything going on in his life.

“And they used this stuff called Dermacol, and I swear, she swiped over it once and the anchor was gone. Bloody insane seeing it all bare. Hasn’t been that year in years.” Harry laughed, finishing his story of how his first few days on set had gone, the two of you laying in his bed while you waited for the pizza you ordered while he put Bella down for a nap.

“Don’t wash it off tomorrow. I want to see.” you tilted your head back so that it was resting on Harry’s shoulder, in order to look at him. He was sitting behind you, his back pressed against the headboard while you were nestled between his legs, enjoying the feeling of being so close to him again. “Forget what you look like without any ink.”

“Like them though, right?”

“Of course I do. Think they’re very hot.”

He didn’t say anything for a bit, just let his fingers dance up and down your arms, clearly lost in thought. “I wish you could come to set. See everything and everyone.” he finally spoke.

“I know. I just don’t want to chance anything you know? We just traveled and I know we got tested, but I don’t want to unknowingly bring anything to anyone. Maybe soon, once we’ve been here for a bit. But for now, I’d rather just hear all your stories and FaceTime than anything happen to anyone.”

“What time is your call time tomorrow?” you added when he only hummed in response.

“6:45. Car will probably come by around 6 and I should be back near 2. Have a bit of a short day tomorrow.”

“No rush.”

“Yes rush. I wanna be with you both. Missed you loads, ya know? Only gone for a few weeks but I was going mad. Don’t think we should separate for a while.” his voice was soft as his neck strained forward in order to press loving kisses to the soft skin where your neck met your shoulder.

Since the moment you met Harry a decade ago, it was obvious he always knew what to say. He had a knack for spewing out the words you most needed to hear exactly when you needed to hear them. Whether it was comforting your stage fright, in an argument about tv or film characters, helping you pick out outfits, discussing your relationship, or talking about the future, you both seemed to be on the same wavelength. It made life with him so much easier, because you knew that he understood you. You knew that no matter what happened, he would support you and love you. And that’s all you needed.

So you decided finally, after the pit of anxiety in your stomach grew and grew all day, that it was finally time.

“Pretty good you feel that way. ‘Cause I wasn’t exactly sure how to tell you that you’re kind of stuck with me. At least for another fourteen years.”

“Hmm. Want more than that.”

Taking a deep breath, hands shaking and mind running a mile a minute, you asked; “How about another eighteen after that?”

But your nerves were all for nothing because the comment flew right over Harry’s head. Completely missed the point of why you used that specific amount of time and was more focused on giving your middle a tight squeeze - his arms moving from their place at your side to around your stomach.

“Mhm. Even longer than that.”

The words brought an image to mind, one you found yourself thinking about a lot the last couple weeks. One of you and Harry sitting in the living room in your home, talking to your grown children while your grandchildren ran around you happily, doing their best to animatedly explain ways of the world you just couldn’t comprehend. And the pure glee you felt being surrounded by such a beautiful family, one that you created with Harry. But you knew it wasn’t just some fantasy you would dream about. It was something that you would one day get to experience, and that excitement pushed you over the edge.

“You’re stuck with me forever, baby.” you hummed, sinking further into his hold. “But for five seconds, I need you to leave me so you can grab me a Tums.” the anxiety nerves reared their head yet again, knowing there was no missing the punchline this time.

Concern instantly flooded his voice, taking you by the shoulders and moving you away from his chest and to the right so he could look at your face. “Why? You feeling alright? What’s wrong?”

You couldn’t help but simple sweetly at his concern, lifting a hand to rest it on his smoothly clean shaven cheek. “Yeah. You know how I get after flying. Do you mind just grabbing the Tums from my bag?” you asked again, hoping he couldn’t hear or feel the uptick in your breathing.

“You mean one of the nine hundred bags you brought?” Harry joked but still carefully slid out from behind you in order to get whatever you needed.

“Hey, we’re gonna be here a while. I need options.” Because of Covid, the UK was heading into yet another lockdown at the start of November, lasting until the first week of December so for now, so for now, you knew you and Bella would be spending at least a month with Harry in Los Angeles.

“Can take any of my clothes.” he grinned, turning around to face the bed again and bent down to kiss the tip of your nose. “Y’know I love when you wear my clothes.”

“Oi! Say that again but let me record it! If that’s the case, I never want to hear you complain about missing clothes ever again!”

“I said I like you wearing them, not keeping them hidden away for me to find three years later.” he laughed at the memory of his favorite blue hawaiian shirt going missing after getting back from Jamaica, only for it to be found in the back of your closet when moving a few months ago. His voice got quieter the farther he walked from the bed, the confines of the walk in closet filled with his clothes muffling the words towards the end of his sentence.

“Alright, but remember how excited you were to find it after so long? Like Christmas in the summer!”

“‘S’that what’s gonna start happening? You just stealing things I haven’t looked at in years and regifting them?”

“Lord knows you don’t need any more things laying around. Probably wouldn’t even notice anything being gone.” it was true. Over the years, Harry had gathered a very large collection of… things. Everything from clothes to lockets to key cards from hotels, and being in the career he is, he can afford to have it all. But even you had to say he had more than he knew what to do with most of the time, to which he always had some sort of rebuttal for.

But this time, it never came.

This time, you were met with silence from inside the closet, and you had no control over the way your hands began shaking. There were so many different kinds of silence; one of anger, of shock, nervousness, confusion, but any of those were a rarity when it came to Harry. He was someone who always had something to say, despite the emotions running through him. Silence was never really his thing, hell he even said so in a song, so the ideas of what could be running through his head started to eat you alive.

After waiting a few minutes and still receiving no sound of life from the smaller room, you began to get worried. Obviously nothing had happened to him while you were sitting feet away, but what was happening in there? Did he have a heart attack as soon as saw what you had laid out on top of your suitcase when he was ordering food? Did he fall and hit his head? Was he trying to find a good way to break up with you? No, he wouldn’t do that, you knew he wouldn’t do that. But before you could fully get off of the bed to check on him, he slowly sauntered out of the room, staring down at the piece of black fabric gripped tightly in his hands, and you halted in your spot - sitting up right on the side of his bed with your feet dangling off the side.

“Wha - what is this?” his whisper was so unbelievably low, you were surprised you could make out any of the words.

“What do you think it is?” you replied, your voice equally as loud so not to spook him while he was in such a clear state of shock.

“I - I don’t know.”

He still had taken his eyes off of the material in his hands, looking at it like it held every secret unknown to man somewhere within its seams.

“I think you do know.”

Finally, Harry lifted his head in order to look at you. And you felt your eyes water as soon as he did. The rims of his eyes and nose were a deep red, the kind of red you get when trying desperately to hold in sobs. His eyes were a brighter shade of green as more and more tears obstructed his vision, and now that you looked at him properly, his entire body seemed to be shaking.

“If this is a joke, it’s really fucking mean.” he choked out, putting all of his effort into holding back his cries. “Please don’t joke about this.”

As hard as he was trying not to let his tears flow, you were beyond the point of no return. Your cheeks were stained with tears, old dried ones leaving tracks for the new ones to flow freely down, and the lump in your throat prevented you from speaking as loud and confidently as you would have liked.

“It’s not a joke, Harry.” you shook your head, wiping your cheeks with the backs of your hands.

“No?”

“No.”

Harry went back to not saying anything, glancing between you and the black in his hand, not knowing which held more important information. You could see the inner struggle he was having trying to comprehend what was happening, and you wanted to get up and yell it to him. But he needed to go through whatever emotions he needed to, at his own pace.

So you waited for him to do just that.

“So you - you’re pregnant?” he finally sighed, the question making the corners of his lips lift ever so slightly that you would have missed it if you weren’t watching every inch of his face like a hawk. Holding back his tears was long gone as they now flowed down his cleanly shaven cheeks.

“I’m pregnant.” you smiled, the words coming out in one whoosh of air.

So fast that you didn’t understand how he did it, the black shirt - that at first glance was a replica of the logo for the film The Godfather, but when taking a double take, could be found to read The Twinfather instead - was laying in a pile on the floor in front of the closet door and Harry was laying on top of you. Now on your back with Harry hovering above you, both of his forearms on either side of your head, you could fully see the overwhelming joy swimming in his eyes. The last time you had seen this exact look was the day Bella was born. Like within his mind, he was watching the entire world unfold with endless possibilities and unfathomable love.

Harry didn’t let you say anything before he was pressing kisses to your lips, both of your tears making the experience feel a bit slippery as they blended together on your skin. But nothing could make the moment anything less than perfect. Harry’s warmth covered you like a blanket, completely consuming you within the personal bubble that had formed around you on the bed. His lips moved against your with determination, but also care and gratitude, the vaguely strawberry flavored lip balm he was wearing smeared against your own lips, letting the memory of this moment linger for hours to come.

“You’re really pregnant?” Harry asked, his excitement taking over once he pulled back from the kiss.

“Yeah baby,’m pregnant.”

“And is it? It’s - it’s twins? Are you sure? How do you know?” although you knew he would always be there with and for you during all of this, it was reassuring to see him be so ecstatic about the new addition to your family.

“When B and I went to get our Covid tests, the lady asked me if there was a chance I could be pregnant, and - and I couldn’t give her a confident no. So I called Dr. Kelter to see if I could get an appointment before we left and she took me the same day.” your smile grew as you watched him hold on to your every word, wanting to know every single detail you had to give him.

“And she told you it was twins?”

“Yeah. Said she could see them both right away since they can see twins so early. Said ‘m about eleven weeks.” the tears returned to your eyes when you thought about being pregnant again, how much your life was going to change and the excitement that was about to be brought into your lives.

Obviously Harry was feeling the same before he let out another sob, this time his upper half falling onto your chest and burying his face in your neck, his lower body seeming to unconsciously stay away from crushing your belly.

“I love you so fucking much.” he whispered, and you could feel the ever so gentle peck of his lips against your skin. “So fucking much.”

“I love you, Harry.” you whispered back.

“Who knows?” he asked, undoubtedly thinking back to when you were pregnant with Bella and everyone in your lives seemed to know before he did. Something you regretted, but was necessary at the time.

“No one. Just you and me. Want to do everything with you this time.” not wanting to ruin the moment, but also wanting to be realistic for a moment in your clouded minds, you took a second to figure out how to say the concerns that were rushing through your mind at a mile a minute. “I know things are crazy right now and the world is scary and we’re both so busy, but we said if it happened, it happened.”

Harry was pushed up on his forearm in an instant, his other hand cupping your cheek in order to drag your attention to him. He was positively glowing. How only a second ago he was standing pale faced in the closet doorway was beyond you, because now, it was like the sun shined behind his irises.

“I have never been happier in my entire life. We’ll figure it all out together. Like we always do.”

[thefirstknife]

Hello! I know with Osiris acting sus there's a lot to be unpacked there but I wanted to know if you had thoughts on Sus!iris giving Crow his cloak and the "one exile to another" comments. Those felt more... Organic I guess than other actions of his. Do you think maybe he's still in there, just suppressed?

I'm not entirely sure honestl, but here are some of my thoughts.

When he goes to comission the cloak, Eva notes a few strange things:

With each stitch, she recalls the strange encounter some months ago that prompted her clandestine work:

It was late that evening. She had been walking back from the Tower, nearly home, when she heard a smooth voice quietly assert, "Eva. It's been too long. You look as bright as ever." Osiris melted out of the shadows near her doorway.

"Melting out of the shadows" has been a common theme for a while now. In Play of Shadow and Light (hint hint nudge nudge):

There is an imminent, daunting pressure.

Ikora holds her breath.

She is not alone; something is wrong. She feels an intrusion and tension draws tight around her heart.

A shadow moves over her.

"Ikora."

She breathes again; familiarity anchors her.

"Osiris… would you care to join me?" She recognizes his robes, his voice, and that is all. His face sinks between dancing shadows cast by the garden's torchlight. He is smaller, worn, and devoid of the magnificence she remembered. A monument of embers, defined by what once was.

Ikora experiences some strange vibes before seeing Osiris. He is then described as a shadow moving into her field of vision. Ikora is relieved to see him, but as she notes: she recognises his basic form, but if she hadn't seen him face to face, she clearly would've been concerned (more so than she was upon seeing him in this state).

In One Exile to Another, the same is repeated again:

"I know just the place." A deep, languid voice floated out of the forest behind them.

Crow whirled, hand on his Sidearm, ready to draw. He relaxed as the grizzled Warlock, Osiris, stepped forward from the shade of the pine trees.

Not only does Osiris "step out of the shade" again, but Crow is immeditely startled and almost draws a gun at him. Additionally:

"I've seen pictures of noodles," Crow said doubtfully. "They look like worms."

Osiris smiled beneath his cowl.

Hm. All of these things being repeated in the same way are not coincidences, for sure.

Anyway, Osiris makes a good reason for giving Crow new clothes: Crow has to stay hidden and having a huge Spider symbol on his chest isn't a good look. His reasoning for comissioning the cloak from Eva also tracks: he explains he needs someone who can keep a secret while Crow is adjusting and before he's ready to be revealed to the Vanguard.

If we're going by the current theory of Osiris having been replaced by Savathun, then it's Savathun who is directing these things. She is known to have orchestrated plenty of events behind the scenes. She loves secrets, even secrets for secrets' sake. In hindsight, keeping Crow a secret seems to fit that scheme.

Moreover, in the lore for Hawkmoon, Savathun is the one observing Crow the YW celebrating. She notes:

The Crow is so carefree in his ignorance. The bonfire's glow lights up his pale features and I am drawn to the hope in his gold eyes. Where is the despairing child I anticipated?

Savathun knows Crow. Or rather, she knows Uldren, whom she is responsible for corrupting. She knows who Crow was before which is why she seems to have anticipated "a despairing child." She is also very clearly experiencing something here that's new to her. Or at least something she hasn't felt in a long time. She keeps repeating how she doesn't understand what she's feeling and how it brings back memories of her family and hope and all the good things that she forgot about.

I believe she is drawn to Crow because of this and because of her past involvement with Uldren. I also believe she may be trying to influence him again.

Of course, it could also be as you suggested: that Osiris is somehow manipulated (Taken?) and she's controlling him and some of these instances is him fighting back. Since we don't know the mechanics of what's going on and how, it's hard to say.

But Savathun definitely holds a connection to Crow in multiple ways. The way he is being treated by Osiris seems to follow that pattern.

One more thing, in regards to the name itself: One Exile to Another. We can of course draw the parallel of Osiris having been exiled and Crow who is an exile himself.

But so is Savathun. Back in Immolant Pt. 2, Osiris interfaces with the Dreadnaught to learn more about the Hive and their structure after Oryx's defeat. He discovers the following:

Osiris sneers and grasps the head. He navigates the recounting of the Hive from Oryx's death. They are fractured, broken by internal power struggles. It leads into a recounting of Savathûn: banished, branded as heretic and set to burn. Many Hive turned to her when Oryx fell. Many of those same broodlines defected as the Darkness invaded Sol, sending Savathûn into hiding. She is still hunted by the hounds of war.

Savathun, same as Osiris, has been banished from her people and branded as a heretic. So "One Exile to Another" fits with both Osiris and Crow as well as Savathun and Crow. Savathun has been shown to be... sympathetic (for the lack of the better word) towards those that are banished and exiled; she also helped Nokris in much the same way.

I hope this makes sense all put together and I hope Savathun is enjoying her imbaru!

[gangrenados]

Sinful tragedy

Summary: Demystifying an old myth becomes a difficult task when you come face to face with it. Jason is a demon as old as time and will do anything to have you at his mercy.

(Demon!Jason Todd x reader)

-@astroherogirl ! Ilashka, my dear, thank you for being my right hand with this😚💖

-@me0nji thank you for letting me use you absolutely beautiful drawing 💖💖💖

Warning: since this is inspired in this picture it will contain certain topics that some people don't take too lightly and I understand, that's why if the church, nuns, demons and all that aspects makes you uncomfortable, please do not read this.

Also dub-con, blood, sex and possibly death, but in a kinder note it's not that kinky 🤷🏽‍♀️

This a more slutty Jason cuz I just got those vibes

 You clutched at your jacket once the windy weather became too cold to handle. Nothing was more pleasant than walking by your own on the empty streets of Gotham on such night that gave you goosebumps anytime you looked at your sides.

People like you didn't last long in this city, they were easy prey for those who didn't care about others.

Both the living and the death haunted the fools who thoughts that just because the vigilantes lurked on the shadows their lives would be safe.

It was such a pity that tonight you belong in that vulnerable group. But you knew your friends weren't that far away, you could call for help and there would be an slim chance that you'll be okay.

Besides that, haunting for spirits was the most unreal thing in the world. It was a vain child tale, nothing would happen when you show up to the supposedly enchanted church.

The old myth of a demon as old as time that marauder the place looking like a nun was just that: a myth. The church looked like any normal church during daytime and it would be the same right now.

But your friends wanted more than that, they wanted to know the real thing. They convinced you to go there, swearing that you'll be watched on and will act if anything seems remotely wrong.

After all, the tale just talked about one person confronting the entity, one person to drive crazy.

You shook your heard, this stupid thoughts were tricking your brain into giving it power to something that didn't even existed. You made it clear to your friends you'd only do this to shut them up, after this they better get over this demon nonsense and get on the line.

But now that you were face to face with church you're will power dropped to the floor.

Underneath the pale moonlight it looked impressive, not even the scarred paint, fallen walls and graffities that adorned every surface could take way it's terrifying look.

You wanted to go back home, this was too much to handle; your whole body was starting to tremble, but you felt lured to go inside. It was like someone took over your body and made you walk, you were just a observant of your own actions.

Anxiety was starting to clog your mind, your breathing hitched on your throat as you found yourself in the mildly broken altar.

Dust covered the whole place making you not want to touch anything, but you still had the duty to prove if the myth of the nun was true or just an old tale.

"Fuck..." you said under your breath while finding the little to not  will you had to start the call for old entities. You set your bag in the dusty floor and looked for two red candles and a little knife.

The light would bright the path between life and death, the red candles meaning your want to call out for the underworld and your blood an offer to the old demon. The only thing you had to do is cut your hand and pour the blood into the soft fire, but it was easier to say than done.

"Beneath the darkness within us, I call you to be proven" your words echoed on the building, making the fire fickle a little. You hoped you wouldn't forget the spell and the fire to not die so easily. " To show that I'm pure and worth of the heavenly kingdom above mortals..."

"Come and feed of my flesh and blood to see that I am not going to break in front of temptations." Your eyes danced across the hall, looking for a sign that this foolery was making effect. Nothing happened between the seats or beyond the building, everything was as calm as when you entered.

You couldn't deny that you felt silly for even thinking this was going to work, but still keep looking for something and the few paintings on the walls were something you couldn't take your eyes off.

A weird feeling grew on you, something was off and the way the fire died so abruptly was a clear prove of it.

"You know it's rude to stare?" That voice almost gave you a heart attack, you jumped backwards lightly as you hold your chest tightly.

A young man appeared from the sacristy, he walked up to you with a haughty, almost cheeky attitude and you could only  frowned when you looked him up and down, the  looked so out of place between the religious enviroment

His strong ars werecovered in fine black lingerie giving him a classy aspect, while the kinky black leather hugged his body perfectly, resalting his chest in a way that it made you wonder how it must feel dragging your fingers against his abs and pectorals.

He showed it proudly, making you feel shy around his boldness and the thoughts that crossed through your head, however, you couldn't hang your head, too embarrassed to see  what's beyond the hips.

The stranger tapped impatiently against the chipped wooden floor, he dragged a puff from his cigar and exhaled the smoke slowly in the air." So, what are you doing here?"

You could ask the same question to such a particular man, although you rather hold that information on yourself and save the mockery. "It's not your business."

You sharp tone made him scoff, "So we have a fighter here!" the man said in a joyous tone that caused you to frown." It's been quite a while since i have seen one, but I'm not complaining..."

"The fuck you mean by that?"

He shrugged off as he throw the cigar on the floor and stomped it."Now you're forgetful? You called me, sweetheart."

Your heart felt to the floor as those words left his mouth and echoed in your head in painful motion. "So you're real?"

"Yes, and the name's Jason." The demon nodded, exposing a smile that you could spot two White fangs you guessed were Sharp enough to cut through skin."I know some people want to keep this nameless and shit, but I don't give a fuck if I'm being honest."

You were trapped surely, but you hadn't promised anything to him yet and maybe you could save yourself if you just leave before making a mistake. "Well do you wanna have some fun?" Jason took you by the waist, pulling you closer to him.

"I wanna make you happy, be your whore and let you do whatever the fuck you want to me." He whimpered wantonly as he took your hands and dragged them down his torse.

"I can be your little slut and you can be mommy..." A shiver ran down your spine when you had finally the chance to look him. The demon was beautiful, there was no lie about it.

His eyes looked benevolent as they shined brightly thanks to the faint light of the moon and the candles; also the few strands of white and black hair that escaped from the veil gave him a boyish look, but his smile was wicked. It made you feel preyed on even when he showed himself so submissive in front of you.

"I-I need to go...".You barely managed to stammer, pushing him away in a shy demeanor.

you were afraid of losing control in front of someone as dangerous as him. But Jason didn’t gave up easily. "No, baby!" he complained with a pout." I promise I'll be a good boy, just for you!, but don't leave me here all alone..."

Trembling, you shook your head. It was hard to get your words out of your mouth in such situation like this, you were unsure that this demon was stable, maybe he would throw a tantrum if you turned him down, however, you were too scared to the core to think about his feelings.

"I shouldn't be here, okay?, goodbye."

Faith returned to your senses as you could walk a few steps freely, the door wasn't far away from you and you could see the bright streetlights now.

By tomorrow this would be only a story you could tell to your friends, maybe the media would want to talk to you about the horny demon who begged to get down and dirty and quickly you'd writing a book.

But you had to push harder and it didn't matter how hard you tried to run, the hallway always expanded until it looked infinite.

"You're not going anywhere." Jason said behind you, capturing your wrist and yanking you backwards.

He trapped you between his arms in an iron grip, forcing you to look up to him; his features were hardened, the charming and slutty guy who welcomed was long forgotten and the only thing you could do was pray for it to come back.

"You wanna be with me right?" Jason asked  in a wannabe sweet tonee that caused your stomach to twist.

It didn't matter how much you tried to fight the effect his eyes were luring you to give in." I want us to have a good time, can you do that for me princess?"

He caught your lips in a deadly kiss that you inly could return. Your mind was screaming, but you didn't care as long as your body felt good, and the way his hands roamed your body fire didn’t help either to keep your cool since it only build up a burning desire that the man who was holding could only extinguish it.

"I can do that." you assured with a ditzy smiley, finally losing any control over your actions.

You kneeled in front of Jason, your whole being foggy with the happiness of blowing him soon. So your hands graced softly the ropes on his stomach, tugging at the clips to the let go.

"C'mon, do it." Jason encouraged, running his gloved hands through your hair while  you pulled down the leather clothing, letting his cock free for your delight.

You liked the shaft tentatively, swirling your tongue on the tip before giving it a cheeky kiss. Without wasting any more time you took his cock in your mouth.

 You bobbed your head up and down softly tpo get adjusted to it, spittng saliva to make it more easier for you to go down.

It was encouragin the way Jason grabbed your hair, taking a fistful of it as he quick up the pace. “You take me cock so well, fuck...”

You wanted so bad to rub your throbbing pussy, it was becoming harder and harder to ignore. So clumsily, you decided to rub your legs, wishing the friction would ease the ache.

Jason chuckled lightly when he saw you." Do you want more?"He forced you to go deeper, grunting when you swirled your tongue on his dick." Do you want me to fuck that little cunt of yours?"

You locked him up with tears pricking your eyes, Jason was delighted to see you in such estate. He wondered how you would look with his cum covering your face.

He pushed you away, a string of saliva connected his cock to your mouth which broke the instant that the demon pushed you to the ground.

You pushed down your pants and panties inmedialty and pulled your legs apart.

Jason shook his head, "I want you to take everything off, sweetheart." He took the hem of shirt and pulled it up.

Taking advantage of the closeness, you took Jason's face in your hands and steal a kiss that quickly became a more heated one.

"I want you to fuck me." you said breathlessly as Jason went down to kiss your body, nibbling and licking a trail of sloppy kisses that went from your neck your breasts.

The air got caught in your throat when his fangs brushed against your hard nipple. "Fuck!" you gasped as he sucked at the tiny bud graciously while he rubbed your soaked core.

You moved your hips up unconsciously, you wanted to feel more than just a simple heat wave.

His movements were a dirty torture on your clit, it was not enough and the question of how his cock would feel inside you gnawed at you.

"Please Jason" you asked in a muffled groan, he just nodded without stopping masturbating you. "Fuck me."

"whatever you want, babe" He pecked your lips softly as he rubbed the tip of his cock in your cunt.

"No more teasing!" your cries were quickly interrupted as he pushed his dick into your throbbing cunt in a slow way.

You let yourself hang when Jason started to thrust, it was slow even gentle pace at first just making sure you got adjusted to his size. However, it didn't lasted much longer as Jason started to speed up.

You were moving back and forth roughly, luckily you had your legs wrapped on Jason's torso to keep balance because.

Jason was fucking your mind away, nothing more than his moans and your pleasure that was slowly pushing you to be at his mercy.

It didn't matter that this man was an underground creature as long as he keeps fucking you like this.

However, the faint eyes of the saints were seeing you straight in the eye, following any move you made like they were judging. They felt sorry for you, a poor sould doomed by it's ego and need to prove themselves to others.

They prayed for your sould to get saved from the claws of that monster.

The moment your blood poured slowly to the floor you locked gazes with the only virgin who lasted through all this time of root in this dammed church, she was smiling softly with her arms open.

The only pure light within the darkness.

"You look so pretty like this, being a cock whore suits you well..." He chuckled in a low tone, quickly followed by a few grunts." Do you wanna be my slut forever, sweetheart?"

You felt pathetic at how quickly you nodded. Yeah, maybe you were too deep in his control to think by yourself, your mind was fogged and the only straight thought you could make out was the way this demon was fucking you silly.

You needed more of this, you wanted to be his own toy regardless of how hard that might be.

Jason shook his head with a cynical smile, overjoyed by your enthusiasm.

It was nice to have someone to play with after a long time. You could be useful as a fleshlight whenever he gets bored, and if he gets tired of you then getting ride of that issue wouldn't be that hard anyway.

"You're so doomed, baby." he graced you cheeck whit his thumb and you leaned to the touch, glad to make happy your new master.

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[saphirered]

Hi! I really love the stuff you've been writing for Molly!! It's so engaging and really sweet and makes me smile really wide, so thank you for that! If you're still taking requests, could I request a romantic Molly x Reader who's a druid/bard multiclass? Who has the same vibes as a Disney princess? I hope you have a great day and I can't wait to see what you write next!!

Aw shucks thank you so much ☺️. I hope this is to your liking. Enjoy 😘

The parade to draw people into the carnival was coming to an end. You were almost back at the tent and had gathered a proper crowd to watch the night’s show. Along the way you did your acrobatics and used some druidcraft to create little flowers in the palm of your hand or letting colourful floral vines bloom throughout your hair and attire. The whole look made you appear like an ethereal creature from the Feywild, perhaps even at the Seelie Court itself. 

Children giggle as you wave at them, snowflakes fall only to melt before they reach the ground. Dancing around you had fun and eventually found your ‘Fire Faerie’ friend. Together you twist and turn in a carefully practiced routine. A cloud of petals floats around you until Orna sets them ablaze, the embers blowing up in the breeze with a soft casting of Gust from you. People laugh and cheer as you both curtsied and move on your way through the crowd. 

You find Molly juggling his iridescent shimmering scimitars. Announcing your presence you dance around him just barely out of reach from the sharp blades. He nearly drops one in surprise, not expecting you to step so close but recovers quickly and it seems either no one noticed or they expected it to be part of the act. He sends you a half smile and a wink as you twist and turn around him avoiding the blades by a hair’s width humming a sweet melody. Gasps came from the people around as you narrowly avoid the scimitar from cutting through you like butter. 

You stop and take a slower pace to fall back a little bit, run and with the momentum, leap onto Molly’s shoulders in a handstand as he continued to walk. You let a couple of the flowery vines weave into his horns as he laughs and you flip over landing ahead of him. Looking over your shoulder you blow him a kiss with a wink as he continues juggling. You continue your routine with the song, the melody turning into a beautiful song people follow behind you as if you were the piped piper. Each time you take your next step you leave behind a path of colourful wildflowers. 

Toya had been feeling a bit under the weather so, you were to take over her act for the night. All dressed in flowy chiffons of greens, blues, purple and golds held together by felted vines and silk flowers, glittery exaggerated makeup, hair braided and teased you’re ready to take on your role. Your devil at your side usual clothes exchanged for dark ashen robes and features contoured in such a way to give him an even more devilishly handsome look. 

“And our next story, comes from far away. The fires of hell know one loyal to Zariel herself! A trickster, traitor and danger to all. One should know better than make a deal with this devil…” You hear from behind the curtain Gustav begins your introduction.

“That’s my cue. Let’s give them a show worth remembering.” Molly kisses your knuckles before his lips meet yours and he’s off by the time you open your eyes. Taking a few deep breaths you wait for the ‘story’ to continue.

“They say a devil’s heart cannot be tamed. They must never have met the Summer Princess! Blessed from the Feywild, what is beautiful is most dangerous and they are no exception. The Summer Princess walks among the Seelie Courts but those who pay careful attention may just hear their song. Be warned, they are much more treacherous than the devil…” Peaking through the curtain just so no one can see you focus on the support beams of the tent and begin casting your spell. Blooming vines creep up the beams wrapping around, flowers drape down. Petals begin to fall down from the ceiling provided by the Knot Sisters from the shadows. You hear gasps as people look around. 

You see Molly walk around, sword dragging in the dirt as you hear him growl at the plants. Time to sing and sing you do. 

The people look around as you tend to the flowers near one post ‘oblivious’ of the presence ‘in your garden’. You interact with some of the people in the front row offering them smiles and making flowers sprout around where they sit, offer an airy touch of the cheek of the poor individuals entranced by your song, unable to keep their eyes off you as they cling onto every word. 

Your song speaks of the beauties of the Feywild. Making use of your training you belt. Birds fly into the tent, swirling around you, the devil watching, his face turning from anger to bewilderment as he sticks to the shadows. You reach your hand to the sky mimicking the melody of the songbirds. Stretching your arms to the side one by one they land. You let them sing replying in a song of your own as if you’re having a conversation with them. 

Molly steps out from the shadows and into the light around you. You hear whispers from the audience ‘watch out’, ‘he’s behind you’ and ‘the devil is coming for the princess’. You continue your song walking along the audience, birds still resting on your arms as you sing with them. Next you turn the edge of the blade of ‘the devil’ is pointed at you and you act surprised, your song stopping for just a moment. 

“What are you?” Molly growls showing his fangs as he does fully committing to his role. You can’t help but hide a smile. Such a lover of theatrics. 

“I’m the Summer Princess and you, handsome devil are in my garden.” You sing, the blade drops a little before it raises closer to you. 

“Do not think you can charm me, wild enchantress.” You hum to the birds and they give a reply. 

“I charm only those willing to listen to my song. Are you willing, handsome devil of mine, walking in my garden.” You harmonise with the birds. They leap into flight circling around you and Molly closer and closer until you’re standing toe to toe. 

“Your song is sweeter than temptation, more treacherous than this devil’s words.” You move your hand to stroke his cheek as you do flowers and vines similar to the ones in your hair begin growing in his much like a crown. You may have overdone it a bit but Molly would see later what piece of art you left for him to remind him of your act. 

“Then join me handsome devil, and let the wildflowers keep our secret.” You tilt your head as if you were going to kiss him speaking the last words. You step back, hand outstretched looking at him with bright eyes. Molly’s hand stretches out towards you as you set pack. 

“Come with me, my handsome devil.” You sing as he begins following you with slow paces. Gustav comes around once more. 

“And so the Summer Princess tames the heart of their handsome devil. Their charm never fails and they are as treacherous as they are beautiful still. Take care to stay out of their garden or you might just end up like their handsome devil…”

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After a successful evening show you sit at the camp attempting to remove the vines and flowers from your hair and clothes. They look beautiful but are an absolute hell to get rid of and leaving them in isn’t really an option. As far as you could tell you successfully got rid of all the vines and flowers without harming the delicate silk greens, purples blues and yellow golds of your show costume which left you with your hair. 

Not even half way through with the moon high in the sky you give up with an exasperated sigh and let yourself fall backwards onto the soft grass. Most of the others had gone to bed already or found the bottom of a bottle so you’d find no help there. The calmness and quiet of starry night brings comfort to your mind and you start to drift off a bit. Your ears still manage to catch the familiar footfalls approaching you and your pile of discarded flowers. What you didn’t expect was about a hand or two full of flowers hitting you in the face. 

Opening your eyes you saw Mollymauk standing above you with half grin. By the looks of him he had attempted to get the flowers from earlier out of his hair but struggled just as much as you had and given up halfway through. He hadn’t gone about it as carefully as you though so the purple knotted mess sticking out at odd angles made him look rather funny and you stifle a giggle as you get to your feet. He puts his hands on his hips.

“You think this is funny? I swear, if I didn’t know any better I’d really believe Gustav’s story, you little Archfey!” He speaks exasperated as you pulled away some ivy circled around one of his horns with a laugh dropping it with the pile you had created. 

“Of course I think it’s funny, my handsome devil.” You patted his cheek and took one of his hands with your free one pulling him with you to sit down on the grass. Kneeling in front of him you begin untangling the vines and removing the flowers using your fingers to brush through, carefully pick apart and untangle the mess he had created. Once you are done and just brushing through his hair making sure you didn’t miss anything and to get it back to its usual state he takes your hands and presses a delicate kiss to your palms. 

“Turn around?” The words come out more as a question but you do and sit between his legs as he starts carefully detangling the vines from your own hair muttering a sorry and kissing your shoulder every time he either has to or accidentally pulls on your hair to take them out. It took him a while but eventually all the vines and flowers are gone and you’re just sat, leaning back against him, listening to sounds of the early early morning and the faint light barely visible from the town you’re set up outside off in the fields. 

Molly’s arms wrap around your waist and his head leaning on your shoulder as he hums a tune all too familiar to you. You elbow his stomach looking at him with a fake scowl. He kisses your scowl away and begin humming along with him, a flock of birds dancing overhead as you do. Surrounded by warmth and comfort you both slowly let the exhaustion consume you as the first lights of dawn draw upon the horizon. 

[brivetaroundtown]

To say that I am nervous about posting my writing onto the internet is an understatement.

But the lovely and extremely talented @lumos-flies has inspired me to do so after working with me on making my Villain Denki brain rot a reality. So this is a part 2 to that.

Link to "About Last Night" also a Link to KoFi because their work is impeccable

Denki Kaminari x F! Reader

+18 Minors DNI

TW: Overstim, electricity play, use of Puppy as a pet name, slight possessive yan vibes if you squint. That’s really all I could think of, if someone catches more PLEASE let me know!

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It has been 2 weeks, 5 hours, and a quick glance at the clock shows 30 minutes since that text from Denki. Not that you were keeping track or anything. No, you were perfectly capable of living your life as normal all while knowing that the best sex of your life was had with the infamous Chargebolt.

“Miss me?”

That the same electric quirk that lit your body up like the grand finale New Year firework display was also capable of leveling a city block. Those hands that stoked such euphoria from your body that you could still feel him on a cellular level, were also the hands responsible for the death of hundreds. And you, a grown capable woman was going to work and living your life as normally as possible in this crazy city. You weren’t still obsessing over the idea of texting Denki back, or having flashbacks to that night while alone with yourself at night… or in the shower… or hell even currently riding this elevator at work down to the first floor so you can start your walk back home. The memory of Denki’s head between your thighs as electric sparks swirled across his tongue wasn’t plaguing your every waking moment.

Too bad you were a terrible liar, even, maybe especially to yourself.

How demented was it that him becoming a villain turned you on more? Was it the risk? As if living in this city without quirk wasn’t risky enough in and of itself, you were now fantasizing about a villain?! Granted, the fantasies were based on a very real encounter but still. You should probably speak to a therapist, but were also concerned that they would be legally obligated to tell the authorities. You would be the worst bait, after all you couldn’t even lie to yourself.

You don’t even remember making it back to your apartment. So caught up in your own thoughts you must have walked the whole way on autopilot. Which is a shame, because thoughts like those required wine and you cant remember if your roommate remembered to add it to the lis… thoughts halted abruptly by the current obsession leaning against your door.

Are hallucinations a common symptom of sexual frustration? Why would he be here? As you stare at the blonde casually leaning against the frame, slight smirk gracing his face as Denki takes in your presence.

“Hey Puppy, long time no see” his voice ran through you, sparking along your spine, further fanning the dark need inside of you. Yet you couldn’t say a word, too shocked that he was here, in the flesh.

“You know, you should probably let me in. Wouldn’t want your neighbors to call the cops. Bakugo is real big on property damage. I think he gets off on it.” Denki’s smirk deepens into a grin at your blanched expression. Its not fair that someone so evil can make a grin look that sexy. Spurred on by the fear of others seeing him does rush you into action, urging him inside your apartment.

Before you can even ask what he was doing there or how he found out where you lived, Denki had your back against a wall with his face shoved between your neck and shoulder.

“J..just give me a minute”

The vulnerability of the moment had you forgetting all the news segments and every other thought in your head. Your arms reacted on their own accord, wrapping tightly around him, stroking his back to offer comfort. As if this was a completely normal situation, and not the fucked up one that was your reality. This softness did not last long. It started with soft kisses, that turned to a quick nibble, and paused with a whispered “You should say no now, this is your only out”. Your voice responded without any input from your conscience or logic with a desperately whispered “please.”

Denki let out a growl, pulling your body roughly against his, already feeling sparks of heat through your work shirt while his teeth bit into the softness of your neck. You knew that you said yes to something more than just another night, but as Denki lifted you your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to your room, you were not really sure that you cared. As the buttons from your blouse snapped and landed on the floor, with every rip and tear of thread as Denki rushed to see your skin, you let the world know with every moan and gasp that fell from your lips, how willing you were to fall into this sin.

“Watch me” You had not even realized your eyes had closed, Denki was still dressed, though he had lost his jacket to the floor. Your clothes were in tatters around you, naked and vulnerable sitting on top of your comforter at the edge of your bed. Now that he had your full attention, Denki traced his fingers from your neck to each of your pert nipples, the electricity from his fingertips shocking you as he traced your body. Claiming every cell as his lighting danced along your skin leaving no inch of it untouched. You would never be the same, but you should have known that from the last time. Possessiveness filled his yellow eyes, trapping you in their depths. You couldn’t look away, even if you wanted too.

“Do you know how many times I have thought about this body of yours puppy?” With each words his fingers traced lower down your stomach, the other hand tightening its grip on your thigh. “Almost constantly. You not messaging me back stung a little bit though” the electricity went a little sharp on the word stung, ripping out a whimper from your lips, before it returned to the pleasing level of heat that you went wet for, the reality being so much better than the memory. You did dare to speak back though, voice thick with lust “you didn’t text back for the longest time either.” The words may have been whispered but they did not go unnoticed by Denki. With a crooked grin, he pulled you closer to the edge of the bed, forcing your thighs apart so that his body could stand between them.

“So my puppy did miss me” his teeth nibbled along your jaw, drawing out a moan as he made his way to your sensitive ears “don’t worry Y/N, you won’t have to miss me anymore.” With those words sealing your fate, Denki drops to his knees pressing his lips against your wet cunt. “Keep those eyes on me puppy, and those hands to the bed. Want to be a good girl for me dontcha?”

All it took was a nod from you before his tongue was licking along the seam, teasingly dipping into your folds, only using the tip of his tongue to flick over your sensitive clit. “Already so wet for me puppy” the words vibrated through your core, as his tongue kept tracing a path from your folds to your clit and back. You were so close to the edge of bliss already, just a bit more pressure and you would… the scream that came out of your throat your orgasm ripping through you at Denki’s sudden use of this quirk on your clit caught all of your senses by surprise.

Denki chuckled against your core, the flat of his tongue against your clit riding you through the pleasure. Kissing your clit, shocks electricity still coming from his mouth, he gave no warning when he plunged two of his fingers into your clenching depths, instantly finding that special spot within you. As if he had a map. Which really wasn’t fair, especially as he released more shocks against your clit and spot in tandem, ripping another orgasm from your body in quick succession. Your conscience never stood a chance when Denki had claimed every nerve, every thought, every breathe.

Licking his lips, Denki rose to his feet so that he stood between your thighs. Grabbing your chin with one hand while releasing his dick from his pants with the other, never breaking eye contact. “Y/N” your name like a prayer on his tongue as he nudged your clit with the head of his dick, his hand stroking himself as he used your slick. “I am taking you with me puppy, wont need anyone but me” and with those words he pushed inside of you, moving his hands to your waist to pull you even closer.

Shocks from his quirk along with the way he slammed himself into your cervix, eyes still locked together had you coming undone around his cock. Fucked dumb, you don’t even remember gripping onto his shoulders, “you know puppy” Denki groans into your ears “your hands were supposed to stay on the bed. But don’t worry baby, we got time to train you on how to be a good girl for me later.” His voice in your ear combined with the relentless pounding into you, electricity dancing in and around your body, wrapping around you like hands had you coming again. Your eyes rolling back, whimpering at the blend of pain and pleasure, not sure how long you were going to be able to grasp consciousness.

You weren’t even completely done with the orgasm rolling through you before you felt the next one building. Denki was like the fucking energizer puppy, as you fluttered and gripped around his cock he started to pound faster, something you weren’t even sure was possible.

“Go on puppy, give me one more”

The fabric of his shirt against your nipples, his teeth and lips marking your neck and shoulders, your body electric with the waves of yellow lighting shocking against your skin at his every touch had your final orgasm exploding within you. Body alive with the white shock of blinding pleasure you barely registered Denki whispering your name or the feeling of his warm cum painting your inner walls. All you could register was the softness of your comforter against your back as you fell against it, darkness blurring your vision as you succumbed to sleep, and the whispered promise.

“I am taking you with me.”

[fairyhee]

"dare."

"alright. I dare you to spin this bottle and play 7 minutes in heaven with whoever gets chosen."

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Hi, this is the 1st thing I've written, ever. I just had this scenario in my mind for a while and I finally decided to give writing it a go, so I ended up with this. I left the name blank so you can imagine whoever you want (but I thought of Oneus Keonhee while writing it). Let me know if you enjoy it!

✨Optional bias

💘Smut / a bit of fluff I guess?

✨Word count: around 2k

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Playing truth or dare with people you barely knew wasn't exactly your choice of activity in a normal setting, but the cute guy that had been smiling at you so sweetly every time your eyes landed on each other, and the few vodka cranberry cocktails you had downed earlier had made you change your mind. Maybe it was the alcohol, but it seemed like the whole room lit up whenever he laughed, and boy he did that a lot.

...

It was your popular friend's birthday, and they were throwing the usual party at their apartment, that was now full of people you mostly had never seen before. Given the situation, you tried to stick to the people you knew, but that wasn't possible at all times, so you'd have to interact with strangers sooner or later.

You were in the kitchen grabbing something to drink while your friend was at the bathroom. Concentrated on mixing your vodka, you didn't react when you noticed someone else entering the room, but you were soon surprised by a loud and cheerful voice.

"oh! Are you my outfit twin for tonight?"

As you raised your head in confusion, you realized what he was talking about. You two were wearing the exact same style. Leather pants, check. White button up, check. Combat boots, check. You stood there for a few seconds smiling like idiots and staring at each other in disbelief, just like that one Spiderman meme. When you finally snapped out of it, you burst into laughter.

"nice sense of fashion you got there" you said.

"I could say the same about you. What are you drinking?"

"vodka cranberry. Want me to pour you some?"

"sure. I'm _____, by the way"

And that seemed to be the start of a very promising evening. His laugh made your heart flutter from the first encounter. In fact, his entire presence was so breathtaking that it made you flustered, and you were grateful for his cheerfulness, as it helped you overcome this newfound shyness. The fact that your fashion sense seemed to match perfectly was just the cherry on top.

Before your friend could return from the bathroom, you were already vibing to the music with your new acquaintance, as you seemed to both like the upbeat songs that could be heard from the living room. You thought it was incredible how he knew so many choreos, and even when he didn't, he still danced. The both of you didn't sit down for the whole evening, even though every now and then you both returned to your own friends to not neglect them completely. Whenever a good song came on, you would eye each other from opposite corners of the room and do your dance moves from afar and laugh.

What you loved most about it was how comfortable he made you feel, how he wasn't just trying to grind on you like other guys would, but you were just enjoying the music and each other's presence. For some songs you could be silly together and laugh, for some he was just flexing his dance skills while you cheered on him, and for others, you got a bit closer, and it felt like there might be a little more going on between you. You saw the way he was looking at your curves, and you could definitely feel his gaze burning into you when you danced, though he never touched you or tried to make a move. Was he not interested? Was it all in your head, or was he shy? You hoped it was the latter.

As it started getting late and people started leaving or being too tired to dance, the host suggested all the remaining people to sit down in a circle and play truth or dare. If you didn't want to accept the dare or answer the question that was given, you would have to take a shot. You hadn't played this game since middle school, when all the dares were to kiss someone, so you wondered how this would turn out.

Your new friend had sat down right across from you, so he could easily see all of your reactions. The questions or dares were set by the person to the right, which meant that your friend would choose for you. You would rather avoid any embarrassing questions from her, so you chose dare.

"do you remember that sexy dance routine that you learned but never showed anyone because you were embarrassed? I dare you to do it here."

You hadn't seen this coming, but you took it as a chance to showcase what you've been practicing secretly. Gathering all the confidence you had in you, you danced with all your might and tried to make it as sensual as possible. You couldn't help glancing at that cute boy from time to time, and you were pleasantly surprised to find him watching closely, practically devouring you with his eyes, which only added more fuel to your fire. You earned a round of applause for your little performance, and a few spicy remarks from your friends who were shocked by this new side of you, but your mind was focusing on someone else.

After a few more people who chose truth to avoid doing something embarrassing, it was finally his turn.

"dare."

Finally, a fun choice, you thought to yourself.

"alright. I dare you to spin this bottle and play 7 minutes in heaven with whoever gets chosen."

As soon as he accepted, your heart skipped a beat. You would lie if you said it wouldn't sting a little to see him have his 7 minutes with someone else. You tried to read his facial expressions and he seemed excited about it, but you could only hope he wasnt excited about doing this with someone else in the room. Even though it wasn't your right to feel this way, there was nothing between the two of you, but you couldn't help yourself. As he spun the empty bottle, it felt like your head was spinning along with it. You tried talking nonsense to your friend in hopes you'll get distracted and get rid of the butterflies in your stomach, but your eyes were still glued on that bottle...

And it stopped pointing towards you.

You weren't sure how you two got up and into the room next to the one everyone else was in, and closed the door. Your mind was clouded but you weren't so sure it was the alcohol anymore. You leaned your back against the door and checked for his reaction to what was happening.

"so.... Are you satisfied with the result, or did you want it to be someone else?"

He smiled and slowly closed the distance between you.

"what do you think? I don't think I could've been more obvious about it. I couldn't keep my eyes off you all night."

You let out a laugh.

"and here I was, thinking you were just being nice."

You guessed your comment had made him think you weren't interested, because suddenly turned serious.

"are you okay with this? Because if not, we can just talk-"

"we only have 7 minutes. I think you can do better things with that mouth than just talk."

His eyebrow rose at your sudden change of attitude, and his lips turned into a smirk. His eyes didn't leave yours for even a single second.

"looks like we're gonna have to do something about that attitude of yours"

He barely finished his sentence and crashed his lips onto yours. He kissed you hungrily as you felt a sudden heat taking over your entire body. His body pressed you against the door and his hands started caressing over your curves, while he kissed your neck. It's like he already knew what your soft spot was... His wet lips sent chills all over your spine, and it made you claw at his clothed back. He moaned into the kiss, so you sneaked your hands under his shirt to gently scratch his bare back this time. This made him buck his hips into you and let out a louder moan, and you could feel how hard he was because of you. He was quite obvious about his slight pain kink, and you loved it.

You could do this all night, but by now there were probably only around five minutes left.

He must have realized this as well. You weren't sure how far you planned to go with this but surely you didn't want to stop there, so you didn't protest as he slipped his hand into the front of your leather pants and into your now soaked panties.

You whined as his fingers easily swiped across your wet folds and touched all the right spots, before focusing on the part where you wanted him the most. As he lightly teased your entrance with his long index finger, he suddenly spoke again.

"should I go on?"

You could barely breathe at this point, but appreciated his concern.

"please, don't stop."

That was all he needed. He pushed one finger inside of you, while his thumb was drawing circles across your bundle of nerves. The sensation was already so good you were seeing stars, but when he added a second finger you had to hold onto him for dear life, because your legs were shaking so much from all the pleasure. Arguably, his facial expression was making the whole thing ten times better. He looked more turned on than you'd imagined, considering you weren't doing anything to him. He looked so hot, you were just melting under his gaze and touch.

As you got closer to reaching your high, you snaked your hand into his hair and grabbed it, pulling him into a hungry kiss. His response to that was a deep groan, followed by him biting down onto your lips. He understood you were close, so he moved his lips to your side and whispered into your ear.

"you're so beautiful. Come for me, I wanna hear how good I make you feel."

You didn't need to be told twice. Rolling your eyes, you let out a series of whines as your orgasm took over you. You felt like you had just ascended to heaven, not caring about whether anyone could hear you anymore. As soon as you came down from your high, you were met with his burning gaze on you, and his sweet lips already forming a smile.

"wow, you know exactly what to say at the right moment, don't you" you said in a breathy tone.

He smiled.

"I meant it when I said you were beautiful. I'd do it again even if I got nothing in return."

His words got you all worked up once again. While he was finishing his sentence, you were already touching him lower and lower, wanting to repay the favor, but he gently grabbed your hands and pulled them away. He was still rock hard, and his leather pants weren't helping to hide how turned on he was, so why was he turning you down?

"As much as I'd like to continue, our 7 minutes have long passed. It must have been around half an hour now."

His words made you suddenly remember where you were. It felt like you had been under a spell which had now been undone.

"Half an hour???? God, I even forgot we were at a party." you said while flattening your clothes back into place. You wondered what he was gonna do to hide his hard-on, but you felt like you already did too much, so you just shut up.

"you good?" he asked with his hand on the knob.

"yeah, let's go."

As soon as he opened the door, you were met with complete silence. It looked like the few remaining people had been completely worn out by the alcohol while you were gone, because most of them, including your friends, were passed out on the carpet or on the couch, while some of the others had left. Only now you realized how much time you had spent in there, but also that everyone might have purposely forgot to knock on the door when your 7 minutes were over. And you were thankful for that.

"so that's why it was so quiet" he said, scratching the back of his head.

"so, what now?"

He pretended to think for a few seconds, then looked you and smiled shyly.

"I got an idea... how about we drop by my place for a coffee? We can chat, or, maybe watch a movie if you'd like. I hope I'm not getting ahead of myself here, considering you just met me tonight."

You giggled.

"what are you being so shy for? Looks like you forgot what we were doing just a few minutes ago."

He avoided your gaze and his ears got so red, it made you wonder how can he switch from making you moan his name to blushing about it in only a few moments.

"I'd love to. Let's go."

[askaceattorney]

Parting Gift #9

For this gift, I’d like to travel back in time to the days when I was just a follower of this blog, eagerly awaiting responses to the letters I’d sent.

It turns out the total number of letters I’ve sent that got an answer from the Mod total 314 -- no fooling -- with six answered by the Modthorne, and several more from the other Mods (I haven’t kept track of the number answered by them, but I’ll get on that soon).  I filled a Word file with links to each of them, in case you’re wondering where I got those numbers from.  That should give you an idea of how dedicated a submitter I was.

I won’t list them all here, of course, but I’d like to share a few of my favorites here in -- you guessed it -- reverse-chronological order, along with some personal notes about each of them:

1. A “G”

This was the first of my letters to be answered by the Modthorne.  She and I were both new at portraying Ace Attorney characters back then (at least outside of our roleplays with one another), but I’d say she did a pretty decent job of it.  I did have to explain this letter’s pun to her, though.  X )

2. Burger

I wrote this letter to see how Her Benevolence felt about Maya’s favorite food, only to find out (at least according to the Mod) that she’s never even heard of it.  I don’t even know what to say to that.

Aaaaaand I just now noticed the typo.  Shame on me.

3. Keeping a Tab

I just have to say, any letter response that includes Maya being Maya is a good one in my book.

4. Disappointment

One thing I loved most was when the Mod was willing to take something from my headcanon -- Alita’s parents’ reaction to her crime, in this case -- and add it to it with his character response, even including the part where they called her their “little angel.”  It’s not always easy to work with characters invented by someone else (and it was technically against the rules), but he was nice enough to do it anyway, I think he did it rather well.

5. Disgustink Body Vunctions

This one was a reference to a Calvin and Hobbes comic -- a series loved by both me and the Mod -- so I imagine it was a fun one for both of us.  I also appreciated seeing his occasional hashtags, which he used sparingly -- something that I’ve tried to continue in order to avoid stealing the spotlight from the characters (this blog is about them, after all).  Even so, it always felt pretty special when he included one of those.  I hope the same can said about those of you who noticed them in our responses to your letters.

6. Nick at Night

Maya being Maya again.  Somebody needs to draw a picture of her stacking things on Phoenix while he’s asleep.

7. More Like Your Father

This one was a Star Fox 64 reference, as any of you gamers probably could’ve guessed.  Trucy being Trucy also makes for a great letter response, doesn’t it?

8. Just the Thing

Oh, and Pearl being Pearl, too!  I’m a huge fan of Bruce Hornsby, by the way.  I even referenced him once in a letter response.

9. Wish You Were Here

A simple response, but a good one.  This was before I had a Tumblr account, which is why I had to place the picture right at the top and include “(see image)” in the letter.

10. Take It Outside

Athena being Athena.  Nothing makes my day quite like that, y’all.

11. Listening to Music

So, uh...yeah.  Turns out I shipped Athena and Apollo even back then.  I’d love to see a situation where one of them tries to teach the other how to dance, and they stomp all over each other’s feet, but still end up enjoying it somehow.  That’s just me, though.

12. Vibe Island

Just a fun crossover conversation between Super Princess Peach’s Perry and Athena.  Although, in retrospect, Athena visiting Vibe Island might be a little on the dangerous side...

13. Are You Going to Eat That?

Nothing to add here, except that I couldn’t have answered that better myself.

14. Changed for the Better

A beautiful mixture of raw bittersweetness and Maya being Maya.

15. Nickelodeoooooon!!!

I always loved it when the Mod took my idea (or someone else’s) and made it even funnier than it was on its own, as in this letter.  Let’s be honest, Phoenix being covered in slime and staring ahead in surprise is a little too much fun to imagine.

16. Life and Death

The concept of spirit channeling was always one of the strangest parts of the Ace Attorney series to me, which is why I decided to ask Maya about the ups and downs of spirit channeling existing vs. the ups and downs of it not existing.  Her response was somewhat more satisfying than I was anticipating.

17. “Phrase” is the Category

This one technically broke the rule of pretending you’re writing a letter on paper, but it was too hard to resist, so I’m glad the Mod went with it.

18. Wrong Blog

Ibuki isn’t an official letter recipient here, in case you’re wondering -- this happened during an April Fool’s Day event where the Mod let people send letters to anybody or anything, so I decided to poke fun at the fact that people kept sending letters from Ibuki, and the Mod apparently decided to go with it.

Heck, maybe we should save some time and just invite her on.

19. Quite the Turnabout

Espella being her adorable self.  I still imagine her and Maya getting along well, even if she doesn’t have the same “moxie” as her.

20. The Blue Badger

A sweet interaction between The Chief and Pearl, who ended up unwittingly being a huge contributor to the Blue Badger’s popularity.

21. Legit

This actually happened, by the way -- my sister and I were playing Dual Destinies together, and when Simon told the Judge that Yuri Kosmos was a ghost, she said, “I like Blackquill.  He’s legit.”  I figured he ought to know.

22. Putting Down an Orca

I can’t say I was expecting a joke from Dr. Crab of all people, but apparently even cranky veterinarians have a sense of humor.

23. Hypothetical Situation

I completely forgot I wrote this one, actually.  Sure, maybe it’s a little far-fetched, but who knows?  It might just make for a very touching scene.

24. Normal People

Just to be clear, Phoenix is anything but normal when it comes to lawyering, but I thought I should point out that he’s one of the most normal-looking and normal-acting people we see in the courtroom.  Most of the others seem...

...a little off, in my opinion.

25. Something to Think About

I enjoyed this one a little more than I should have.  Come to think of it, I’m kind of surprised I never tried that technique.

26. Written Apology

This was another reference to a Calvin and Hobbes comic, believe it or not -- this one specifically:

(Source)

27. Seriously?

I honestly wasn’t expecting this one to be answered, considering the rule about religious subjects, but lo and behold, it was!  With a very satisfying answer, I might add.

28. You Still Have a Chance

Having Alita “Diet Dahlia” Tiala get a cautionary letter from a remorseful Dahlia is, I admit, a pretty weird idea, but one I couldn’t resist exploring here.  Whether or not she would end up taking her advice, I don’t know, but I still find it interesting.

29. Science Joke

One good joke deserves another, and the Mod certainly delivered on this one.

30. Huge Meanie

This letter references something Athena said in Dual Destinies:

I decided to have her follow through on that threat, and...well, as you can see, it didn’t get her very far.

31. Haiku

Pure poetry.

32. Afterlife Humor

Joe was meant to be one of Moe’s ancestors, in case that wasn’t clear.  How he managed to get into heaven, I’ll never know...

33. Let’s-a Go!!!

This one resulted in way more likes, reblogs, and comments than I anticipated, so I was very glad to have delighted so many people with it.  It turns out I wasn’t the only one to have this idea -- sometime later, an artist by the name of iKiwed decided to make it into a full-on animation!  I don’t know whether they got the idea from this letter or had it on their own, but it’s still pretty amazing.

34. Be Thankful

Any day I can make Ron DeLite feel sure about something is a good day.  I hope I’m lucky enough to find a wife as faithful as his someday.

35. WARPED

As someone commented in this one, clever Blackquill is clever.  For anyone who didn’t catch it, the letter was a reference to the Andy Griffith Show. 

36. Letter from Sadness

Leave it to Athena to change the mood with just three sentences.

37. God Himself

Once again, I never expected this letter to get an answer, but once again, I was pleasantly surprised when it was.  Definitely food for thought, whether you believe in divine judgement in the hereafter or not.  The less sins you commit, the less you’ll have to answer for down the road.

38. Wii Fit

I was just getting into Wii Fit when I sent this one (which is a lot of fun, by the way).  Six years later, I’m starting to think I should get back into it.

39. Dark Spirits

A reference to Disney’s Haunted Mansion.  Does anyone still remember that movie?

40. Blowing Off Some Steam

This one was admittedly a little harsh, but I’ve thought even worse things while on the job (and so have you, I’m willing to bet), and I imagine Polly Apollo’s no exception.

41. Just for Being You

Regardless of how it may seem, this wasn’t meant to be a Phoenix x Iris letter.  It was just Phoenix letting Iris know that he appreciated everything she did for him.  And boy, what a sweet response that was.  X|| )

42. You and Widget

This definitely wasn’t the response I was expecting, but that made it even more enjoyable (and made me love Athena even more).

43. Professor Layton vs. Ace Attorney

This response makes me laugh every time I read it.  Pearl just can’t help but be a sweetheart sometimes...by which I mean all the time.

44. Am I Right?

I can’t say I blame Ema, but I still couldn’t resist exploring that idea, if only for the pun.

45. Protection

Could be, Iris.  Could be.

46. “Far Side” Comic

Let’s be honest -- that comic was tailor-made for Godot.

47. Impersonations

This response highlighted one of my favorite things about Iris -- she may be shy, meek, and gullible, but she’s at least strong enough to face the wrongs she’s done.  If she were ever to appear in a future game, I’d love to see that side of her come out a little more often.

48. TSST!

What the Mod said.

49. Dahlia’s Turnabout

Yeah, yeah, I know...  Dahlia sending something like this to her sister probably wouldn’t happen in a million years, but...possibly in a million and one?  You never know.  In any case, I wanted to create a bit more closure between the two of them, and the Mod was kind enough to help with that in his response.

50. Phoenix Wrong

My first letter to Athena, and oh, BOY, was I excited when she answered it.  Rereading it now reminds me of how much of an inspiration she and her story have been to me, and how much I want to be like her -- not to become a lawyer or a psychology expert, but to have the same success-oriented attitude she has.  If someone who’s been through the things she has can stay positive, I see no reason why no one else can.

And last but not least, here’s the very first letter I sent that got an answer:

51. Similarities

Phoenix Wright being Phoenix Wright.  Who could ask for anything more in a letter from him, am I Wright?

...Okay, so maybe this was more than a few.  I was originally going to list only ten of them here, but in all honesty, I was just barely able to whittle it down to this many.  I just love them all so dang much!  X )

If you’ve taken the time to look through all of these letters (or even most of them), you may have noticed my unhealthy obsession with poking fun at dead redheads...or at least one of them in particular.  Something about a girl who was as selfish and cruel in death as she was in life bugged me to no end, which is what led me to tease her about her bad attitude, her plans failing, and, well...everything else.  I also felt bad for Iris, who loved her and wanted to have faith in her, but was belittled and betrayed by her in the end, which is why I sent a bunch of nice letters her way.  I realize I’m no better than either of them in the end, of course, but sometimes you just have to say what’s on your mind, even if it’s just to fictional characters.  Call it a desire for justice, I guess.

Also, I wasn’t planning to reveal this until my very last day here, but there was no way to share these without doing so.  As you've probably pieced together by now (if your detective skills are any better than Gumshoe’s), James is my real name.  As far as you know, at least.

And just in case you’re curious about my last name, it’s...

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...Moriarty.

Again, as far as you know.

-The Co-Mod