#I can't wait to wear this out when the weather gets colder!!

[nipuni]

Edwardian outfit complete! 🥰 I'm so happy with this look!!

Skirt and waistcoat: GibsonGirlDress (etsy) / Blouse: Lace Garden / Corset: Lucy's corsetry / Boots: American Duchess / Accesories: Aliexpress

[achilles-rage]

Good Luck Charm: Chapter 4

college football player!buck x plus size!reader

summary: you're hanging out with evan on campus when a girl he knows comes up to you two, and you can't help the insecurities bubbling up inside of you. your insecurities force you to snap at evan and run away, ignoring him when he tries to talk to you about it.

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A/N: to the person that requested more angst, i offer you this🤲🏻 this series has me so excited that i think about it most of the day, and i really appreciate all the positive feedback so far! enjoy chapter 4! <33

warnings: slight enemies to lovers?? slowburn(ish)???, slightly insecure!reader, no use of y/n, fem!reader, race inclusive!reader

The day after you tell your roommate about Evan, you’re walking down the hall on your way to class when he slides up beside you, bumping your shoulder softly. His eyes trail down your figure as he notices you’re wearing another dress. He likes you in dresses, and it’s lucky that you’re taking advantage of the warm weather before it gets colder.

“Good morning, princess.” He smirks smugly when he notices the way your face lights up and you greet him in a happy voice. You can barely make out anything other than good morning before you look back down, embarrassed at how eager you seem to speak to him. Your face burns as you remember how late you stayed up talking about him to your roommate, further adding to the embarrassment. 

“What’s that little smile for, huh? No smartass comments this morning?” he teases, slowing to a stop as you stand in front of your classroom door, waiting for the class before yours to be let out.

“Nothing to say, I guess.” you whisper, looking up at him as he leans against the locker in front of you. He hums softly, licking his lips. Your eyes trail down to his arms, blinking slowly as you notice the way his biceps flex slightly under his shirt as he crosses his arms over his chest. You’re not usually this nervous around him, and you’re beginning to think that maybe talking about him so much is why. You had kept it hidden from everyone before, even yourself. But now, there's no hiding from your feelings for him.

“I like you all speechless, princess. It’s cute.” he teases, as his eyes trail over to a girl that's making her way over to you two, eyes trained on Evan.

“Hi.” she says, smirking up at him, moving to stand almost directly in front of you, pretending you’re not even there.

“Uh, hey Sab. What’s up?” he asks, standing up straight, shoving his hands in his pockets. He looks a little annoyed, but you don’t notice. Your eyes are focused on her, examining her. You can’t help but let out a sad sigh. She’s gorgeous. She’s exactly the kind of girl you imagine Evan would want. 

As she shamelessly flirts with him, it’s like something in you switches, snapping you back to reality. If you were to look at him instead of her, you would see his lack of interest in her, but your insecurities are too loud. How could you think he wants you? You know nothing about football. You don’t go to parties like you’re sure she and Evan do.

And besides, guys like him don’t want girls like you. You know you’re pretty, despite some people in your life telling you that your size means you aren’t. It’s taken you a long time to feel confident in your curves, but you know that some guys just aren’t interested in you because of them, and that’s fine. You just can’t believe you let your feelings get in the way of this fact, and made you think for a second that Evan likes you as anything more than a friend. He's probably just being nice to you so your assignment will go smoothly, you think.

You’re so caught up in your own thoughts that you don’t realize how his eyes keep finding their way to you, and the way he’s acting as uninterested in this girl as possible. He notices that you're completely zoned out from the conversation, and he's a little relieved. He knows Sabrina; he's hooked up with her a couple times at parties, but he doesn't like her like that. He doesn't really want you to know how he knows her, though. He doesn't want you to think he's a complete douchebag. And besides, ever since he met you, you're all he can think about. 

After a few very long minutes, he finally gets her to leave, but you’re still barely listening. You're deep in thought as you feel your walls coming back up again, staring at Evan's chest, eyes completely unfocused. You can’t believe you made cookies because of him, you think.

“Whoa, what’s up with you?” he asks once Sabrina has walked away, ducking his head down slightly to meet your gaze.

“Don’t act like you care.” you reply coldly, eyes darting up to his. He almost stumbles back at your tone, brows furrowing as he takes in your tense stance.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Come on, talk to me.” he says, crouching down slightly and grabbing your upper arms gently. Why are you acting like this again? He thought you were past this.

“There’s nothing to talk about. I don’t know why I thought we could be friends. Or anything else.” you trail off, crossing your arms over your chest as you look down at the ground. You can tell you're being a little harsh, but embarrassment fills your stomach and you feel like you're going to throw up. You can't help the tone in your voice, even though you know he doesn't deserve it. He makes your thoughts so jumbled that you can't hide any emotions in his presence. You feel like a pathetic, love-sick child.

“Hey, come on, don’t shut me out again. Just talk to me, please.” he pleads, eyes searching your face as you try not to look at him. You let out a quiet breath, shaking your head and leaning back from his touch.

“I have to go to class.” Your voice is a whisper as you turn and duck into your classroom. He’s left alone in the hall, dumbfounded. What the hell just happened? He assumes it has something to do with Sabrina, but he’s not sure why. He was clearly acting uninterested in her, so why did you walk away from him so quickly?

He sighs, walking out of the building, lost in thought as he racks his brain for something he might’ve done wrong. He comes up empty, other than the conversation he just had, but he really doesn’t know how he could’ve made himself seem any less interested. He didn’t smile at her once, even when she ran her hand down his arm, hoping to get a rise out of him.

He pulls out his phone, clicking on your text chain and texts you quickly.

Evan: Please talk to me, princess.

Evan: Just tell me what I did, at least.

You huff as you see Evan’s name appear on your phone. You open the conversation, but don’t reply, instead trying to focus on your professor beginning the lesson. You really don’t want to deal with this right now. You try to push him out of your mind as you type out your notes, but it’s difficult.

After 20 or so minutes, your phone buzzes again. You ignore it, leaving it face down on the table. You assume it’s Evan again, and even if it’s not, you’re sure whoever it is can wait until class is over.

His eyes are glued to his phone as he watches the delivery status of his messages. He sees that you read his first two texts, but that the next two are still on delivered after a few minutes. He lets out a low groan and shoves his phone back in his pocket. You're probably ignoring him, or trying to focus on class, he knows how serious you are about your studies. He’ll try to text you again after practice, he thinks.

You pack up your stuff once your two hour lecture is over, and you’re sure it was the longest two hours of your life. As much as you don’t want to think about Evan, you’re dying to see if he texted you again after the first two messages. You feel a little silly, but it makes you feel a little better that he's making an effort to get you to talk to him again. You wait until you’re out of the building to open the text, feeling the calming breeze hit your hot skin as your eyes read his new texts.

Evan: Did I tell you how good you looked today?

Evan: Because you did. Absolutely gorgeous.

You roll your eyes, fighting back a smile as you reread his texts. You’re trying not to be affected by his words, but all you’re imagining is the stupid smirk that was probably on his face as he typed those texts.

You don’t respond again, not really knowing what to say. For some reason, you think it would be more embarrassing to text him and apologize. Then he might ask why you were so upset, and you don't wanna make up a lie right now.

After two hours of barely listening to your professor and thinking it over, you know that you can’t really be mad at him for flirting with that girl. He’s not yours, after all. You're a little embarrassed by what you said, but you're really not sure what to do about it. You just can’t seem to control your emotions around him, and you even if you could, you’re sure he’d figure you out eventually. Maybe you just need some time away from him to calm your nerves and get rid of this silly crush, you think.

He thinks that was the worst practice he’s ever had. His thoughts were completely on you the entire time, leaving him open to be roughly tackled by one of his teammates. It was easily avoidable, but all he could think about was the tone of your voice as you all but ran away from him.

"You good, man?" his teammate, Owen, asks once he gets off of him, holding a hand out to help him up. Evan grabs his hand, feeling winded and slightly dizzy as he stands up. 

"All good." he mutters, shaking his head slightly as he tries to fight the thoughts racing through his head.

"You good?" Owen asks again in a different tone. He can see that Evan's head really isn't in it today, even though he's usually one of the hardest working ones on the team. Out of the whole team, Evan's the most close to Owen, so he's quick to check on him.

"Uh, yeah, yeah. Don't worry about it." he says, pulling his helmet off and running a hand through his hair. 

"I know that look. It's the same one Ab had when his girlfriend dumped him." another teammate says as he jogs over to them, nudging Evan's shoulder.

"Shut up, man." Evan huffs. He's never really liked Jared, he's a dick, and most of the team only puts up with him because his father donates a lot of money to the university and the team.

"Is he right? Is there a girl?" Owen asks, surprised. They've been friends since freshman year, and he knows Evan's track record with women. He's never had a serious girlfriend. He hooks up with girls at parties a lot, but it's never been serious enough for him to think about them after they've hung out.

"No, there's not. I've just got a big assignment due tomorrow, haven't started it." he lies, putting his helmet back on. He hopes this will make them move on. He really doesn't want to talk about you to them, mostly because he knows this isn't like his usual self, and it's a little embarrassing. He's whipped over a girl he barely knows, and she's not even speaking to him right now.

Owen and Jared look at each other, smirking as they shrug, mumbling a quick "whatever, man" as they go back to their positions to run the drill again.

The rest of practice goes equally as bad, and Evan rushes to the locker room as soon as the coach calls the end of practice. He goes right for his phone, growling when he doesn’t see your name on his lock screen. He decides to text you again, hoping that making you laugh might get you to lighten up and let him back in.

You don’t get another text until you get home and are comfortably curled up on the couch with your comfort show softly playing on the tv. You open the text immediately, cursing yourself when you notice he’ll probably see the way it immediately goes from ‘delivered’ to ‘read.’

Evan: Thought you might wanna know that I got my ass handed to me at practice. Got tackled by the biggest guy on the team. Thought I broke something.

Evan: I didn’t, by the way.

Evan: Just wish I had someone to kiss it better.

You can’t help the loud laugh that escapes your throat as you read his first text. You put your hand over your mouth, giggling softly as you read his other messages, rolling your eyes once you get to his last text.

This may be enough to make you laugh, but you still aren’t ready to talk to him. You’re not even sure what you would say. You can’t really tell him that you were jealous, because he’d surely figure out why. You also can’t just keep being mean to him, you know he doesn’t deserve that. You put your phone down on the coffee table, focus returning back to your show. 

He huffs as he sees that you’ve read his texts, but don’t respond, just as his teammates saunter into the locker room, talking loudly to each other. He throws his phone on his bag and runs a hand through his hair, and Owen looks over at him as he opens the locker beside his own. 

“So, who’s the girl?” he teases, causing Evan to groan again. He notices that some of the other guys turn to their conversation, smirking as they hear that Evan may have a girl. They’re all well aware of his reputation.

“There’s no girl.” Evan says roughly, starting to take off his gear, a dull ache pulsing throughout his body from the tackles. He’s upset enough about you ignoring him, and he can’t help the embarrassment that fills him as his teammates tease him about it. They know him as a bit of a womanizer, and he’s too nervous to tell them that a girl he’s known for just over two weeks has already begun to change him so much.

“Come on, there’s gotta be one. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were whipped.” Owen teases, nudging his shoulder as the guys around them laugh.

“Shut the hell up, Owen. There’s no girl.” he lies, jaw clenched as he takes his bag out of his locker and slams the door shut.

“Alright, whatever, man.” Owen says, holding his hands up, chuckling softly as he gives a knowing look to some of the other guys. Evan is still so in his head that he barely notices the looks from his teammates while he’s getting changed. He grabs his bag once he’s changed and makes his way to his jeep, not even bothering to shower. He wants to be alone as soon as possible.

Once he’s home and showered, he tries to text you again. He lays on his back in bed, staring up at the ceiling as he waits for you to answer, but after ten minutes, you still don’t respond, so he texts you again.

You’re not sure how long it is until you fall asleep, but you wake up a few hours later. Your neck aches slightly from the position you were sleeping in as you sit up, noticing the sun is long gone and it’s completely silent in your apartment, the tv reading “Are you still watching?”

You grab your phone, groaning as you realize it’s almost 10pm, and you throw yourself back on the couch once you notice Evan’s name on your lock screen again.

Evan: You can’t ignore me forever, princess. We’re still meeting tomorrow to work on our assignment, right?

Then 10 minutes later:

Evan: Can you at least tell me you’ll be there?

You bite your lip, replying before you quickly stand up and throw your phone onto the couch, going to the kitchen to make dinner.

You: I’ll be there.

You don’t hear your phone vibrate immediately after you hit send, his name illuminating the dark living room.

He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he’s more or less staring at his phone, waiting to see your name pop up. When it does, he smiles widely, his thumbs moving quickly as he replies.

Evan: I’ll see you tomorrow, princess.

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[danidawnx]

I never owned a comfier dress than this one. Can't wait to wear it out when the weather gets a bit colder!

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[tellodona]

silly little om request if you don’t mind

om brothers with an mc who tends to overheat/gets sensory issues from clothes so they just tend to walk around in their underwear, usually they’d do it in their room but this time they weren’t bothered enough to put anything on so they just like walked into the living room or something

can be male mc can be gender neutral up to you

and happy new year btw _(┐「ε:)_

i don't mind at all ! and happy new years to you as well !

the brothers with an mc who has heat sensory issues

heads up: gn!mc, slightly suggestive in asmo's (expected, really)

lucifer

he's busy as he usually is in his study, naturally, but he'd of course stand up and leave for a while to do something. maybe get something to eat or drink or make sure half of the house hasn't burnt down to the ground yet

as he exits, he passes by the living room and nods to himself when he peeks in that it's still in shape, the fire still crackling in the fireplace, you in your underwear, the couches are still there-

wait

mc, why are you in your underwear???????

he does a double take, blinks like three times

oh diavolo, you are in your underwear

he doesn't even think much how it would affect him, he's more or less concerned about you since it was a colder weather today

"mc, why aren't you wearing any clothes?"

he would confront you with the most confused face ever, but there was still a frown

be glad he was the one who found you and you're in the house of lamentation, because if lesser demons-

oh, you have sensory issues

he stops himself from talking for a while

after a minute, he nods in understanding

humans do have a different body construction, after all

but he can't just have you walking around the house in your underwear and ushers you to go back to your room

as soon as you wake up in the morning, you'd find the house a little colder, your uniform loosely fitted, and a message in the group chat about installing air conditioning

mammon

he just got home from his modeling gig in majolish, and they gave him a few bags as samples from his photoshoot

he is totally going to show them to his favorite human!

bags in hand, he trudges to your room with a wide grin

a few steps away, the door suddenly opens and you walk out

he was about to greet you when he looks down

oh his face is red

"MC!!!!!!!! YOU DUMB HUMAN!!!!!!!!"

as if he was running for his life, he dashes to you and pushes you back in your room and closes the door behind him

it was like his whole body was boiling from embarrassment

"wear something, for devil's sake!"

he has the back of his hand on his eyes, and is looking away, his face red

the both of you are just standing still

he isn't looking at you at all

"are ya done or what?????"

he hasn't heard you move

you carefully explain to him why you're just in your underwear

oh

he gulps, then he feels the bags from majolish beside his feet

he kicks them towards you

"check them if they're comfortable... o- of course! you'll owe the GREAT mammon for this one!"

they were absolutely comfortable, i'm imagining mammon naturally taller than you as a demon, so the clothes are a little bigger than you

if you thank him, he'll go "obviously, this is something your f- first man should do! thank me a ton!" and he still haven't looked you in the eye

tomorrow, he brings you to a tailor to resize your rad uniform

he'll always bring a mini fan everywhere you both go

leviathan

this man hasn't left his room in weeks probably

it's time for the super secret mission!

mission: get food from the kitchen without being seen!

he tiptoes out of his room, closes his door as quietly as possible and-

slams right into you

the both of you fall to the ground, him right on top of you

o. m. D! is this that trope where the mc and the love interest bump into each other and have a romantic look into each other-

"i- i- i- i'm so sorry, mc! i didn't-"

he looks down and realizes

he SCREECHES

jumps right off of you, like, this man at least jumps five feet in the air as he does so

maybe because they're used to it, the brothers didn't even think of checking in on him

this man is crying

and is also a blushing mess

he keeps repeating sorry over and over that you had to shake his shoulders to get him to listen to you

you explain in simple details about why you're in your underwear and make sure he's getting everything into his head

he stops for a moment, and nods slowly

he understands how you feel, he himself has his own sensory issues too, and a little surprised his friend is the same way

"s- still... i'm sorry, mc..."

after he got his food and drinks, he spent the whole night researching and sewing

you wake up to a pile of clothes on your desk

satan

is in the library reading god knows what

he's very into whatever he's reading, but he hears light foot steps entering the library

knowing it's you, he greets you before looking up at you

he errors

he slams his book right onto his face, you could see the tips of his ears tinged red

"m- mc... why aren't you wearing anything?" you could barely hear his muffled voice

you mention why

he still hasn't put the book down

"i- i see..."

he slowly stands up, book still in his face, and walks out of the library (he trips like three times), once he's out, he puts away the book and dashes to his room

he spends the whole day studying

when you were finished doing whatever you needed to do in the library, the atmosphere felt a little colder

your phone pinged with a notification in the group chat with "we'll be experiencing human world winter for a while" "what"

asmodeus

was actually looking for you

you're not in your room, you're not in his room, you're not in the library-

just where are you, mc?!

he passes by the music room and sees a lone figure inside, in their underwear

? huh

what's a lesser demon half-naked doing in their-

oh, it's you

...

IT'S YOU

"mc, what are you doing here? i've been looking all over for you!"

he whines as he goes to you, but wears a sly smile and a cute blush on his face

"why are you in your underwear, hm?"

he leans closer, but is in a comfortable distance still in case you might pull away

you explain to him about it

his mouth goes o and nods in understanding

"is that so, mc? you should've told me!"

he practically drags you to his room and looks through his stacks and stacks of oils, lotions, literally anything

you're now holding five bottles of cold-feeling lotion, three stacks of clothing, hair pins, hair clips and hair ties

"hm... i think those are too little..." they're too much

just tell him if you ran out, mc! he'll personally scavenge the entire devildom for every stock!

before you know it, majolish is advertising oversized clothes

beelzebub

he just got home from his morning jog, sweat all over him

he's so hungry... maybe sneaking in a bite before breakfast wouldn't hurt...

he sees you in the kitchen wearing nothing but your underwear

oh, and you're also sweaty

his cheeks tint red a little, as he looks away, embarrassed

he clears his throat, "oh, uhm... did you also work out, mc?"

maybe

you'll explain to him while you hand him a sandwich

he munches on the sandwich, before nodding slowly

"oh... is it like food overcooking?"

...?????

nobody knows the answer to that, chat

you just nodded and went about your day

from then on, you start to notice beel always offering you a bottle of water every time you see each other

he also brings a cup of ice cream with him and somehow it doesn't melt and he only ate like a spoon of it before giving it to you

belphegor

he can't sleep peacefully

so he snuck out when beel was snoring, and went to the planetarium

he sees you sitting on the pile of comforter and pillows he set up and he grinned

oh, he's definitely going to sleep-

where are your clothes.

he physically stops, mouth open

you only turn to see he's there when he drops his favorite pillow on the ground

he's malfunctioning

"mc... where the hell are you clothes??"

his cheeks are bright red

doesn't even look away because of the shock

you explain it to him as much as possible because he looks like he's about to drop dead

"oh... huh."

he hesitantly sits down beside you

"so... what do you do about it? just walk around butt-naked?"

you end up talking about it the whole night until he just falls asleep on your lap

you wake up to find him missing, but a fan is by your body

this was so fun to write !

[mc-lukanette]

Marinette shivered, bringing her blanket further around her as she stared out the window. Even though it was still autumn, the weather for the day could easily be mistaken for winter. There was snow falling outside and, while she normally would find it pretty, she was still waiting for her tiny heater to warm up the room.

...I hope Luka's okay, she thought, curling in on herself worriedly as she imagined how he might be doing. They'd only met recently, but he was always so sweet to anyone who came by, even listening to people's situations despite his own. It felt like they were good friends.

She was certain he had money to stay somewhere as, despite him explaining that he wandered from town to town, he always managed to get enough gigs or general work with his musical talent. He could play just about anything and she'd never seen him turn down a single request (though he did make an amusing face when someone asked him to play an XY song once).

For all she knew, he could've already left and gone somewhere warmer. The thought made her feel colder, wishing that she'd be able to at least say "good-bye" to him had she known.

He might not have left, she reminded herself. He could even still be out there in the cold. Maybe he couldn't find a place soon enough, or everywhere was too packed, or he didn't even know that it'd get cold in time to do anything about it.

She glanced at the window again, watching the snow and imagining how cold it must be outside if she was still cold inside where she didn't have to worry about the wind chill factor of a cold breeze.

After a few seconds of silence, Marinette let out a loud whine of relent, throwing the blanket off of herself and pouting all the way to the door. She snagged her jacket, put on some boots, and opened the door to brave the cold outside.

——

"Luka!" Marinette cried, storming up to him. "What are you doing out here?!"

She found him out in the park, sitting on a bench like it wasn't snowing outside. He was in the middle of playing guitar, though "playing" was a bit generous when his fingers seemed frozen in position. She distinctly remembered cold winters back when she was younger when the heat would be only in the bakery section of her parents' house, leaving her to zone out in her room when it felt too chilly to think straight.

Luka only looked up at her when she put a hand on his shoulder, his hand twitching as his eyes focused on her. The scarf he wore was of decent quality, but hardly good enough to keep him warm.

"M-Marinette..."

"I can't believe you're still here!" She threw her hands up, but flinched and hugged herself when a cold breeze flew past. She scowled at the flecks of white in Luka's hair making it sparkle, eyes trailing down to his pants next to add, "And you're still wearing distressed pants when it's this cold?!"

"Sorry." He smiled, but sounded confused as if her worrying about him was strange. "I thought maybe I could make something new. It's not that cold."

"Not that—" Marinette bristled. She'd been out in the cold for maybe five minutes and already hated it. Almost like a declaration, she said, "...You're coming with me."

He blanked. "What?"

In a swift motion, she took his guitar from his lap and put it in the case, locking it shut so she could safely get it onto her back.

"Marinette—" Luka tried to protest again, but she was already grabbing his arm and pulling him off the bench. He stumbled, his legs taking a moment to find stability.

"You can lean on me if you have to," she insisted. "Why didn't you go somewhere anyway?"

He grinned sheepishly. "I thought someone else could use the space I'd—"

She huffed, almost rolling her eyes. "Yeah, you think that way, and then people start walking all over you, being all friendly just so they can..." She trailed off as she caught Luka's concerned gaze, blushing when she realized that she was revealing too much. "Ah—anyway, we need to go."

——

After practically shoving Luka inside her home, Marinette turned and used her full weight to slam the door shut behind them. The warmth of her house slowly started to sink back in and she let herself sigh in relief, almost dropping to the floor before she remembered the guitar case on her back.

"Can I set this down?" she asked.

Luka nodded, seeming somewhere between fond and amused. She took the strap off of herself and let it lean against the corner of the room, then started to dust off bits of snow from herself. Taking a look at Luka, who stood either too cold to notice his own state or uncaring, she reached up and did the same to him. She felt like a feather duster, brushing unwanted specks and such away to make way for a neater appearance.

It was only once she stepped back in satisfaction that she noticed Luka's wide eyes. It registered with her then that this was a grown man, she was a grown woman, and she was touching him even if it was with wholly innocent intentions. Maybe it was simply because Luka was such a comforting presence or she'd just been lost in the moment, but she genuinely hadn't thought about it.

"...O-oh!" she exclaimed, turning away and trying to find any distraction. Spotting the heater still in the corner, her mind buzzed trying to think of how to best rid him of the cold and she decided, "I'll let you use my shower."

"I—" Luka shook his head, back straight like he was trying to be professional about this. "I can't ask you to do that."

"Good thing you're not asking then!" She gave him a gentle push towards the hall as a test, eyeing his legs when he adjusted his balance. "See? I bet your legs are still frozen! Now go!"

She walked past him and tried to show him the way. It took a moment, but she eventually heard his footsteps following after her, confirming that he'd finally accepted the offer.

Marinette took one look into the bathroom to make sure she didn't need to panic clean, then stepped aside to allow Luka in. "There you go."

"...Thank you, Marinette," Luka said.; she could tell that he'd held back another refusal and it made her feel a little smug. He continued, "I'll pay you for it."

She poked his chest. "Don't. It's just one friend taking care of another." She paused, hesitating when she realized that they'd never established their relationship. "Uh... w-we're friends, right?"

Thankfully, Luka smiled at her, voice soft as he replied, "Yeah. Of course."

She smiled back, watching as he turned away to head into the bathroom. He went to close the door as something occurred to her, her hand unconsciously reaching out to stop him. "Wait!"

He opened the door back up, blinking at her. She ran off to go grab her tiny heater, unplugging it from the wall and gathering it in her arms.

"Here," she said, running back and handing it over to him. "Plug this in. I hate it when I get out of the shower and it's cold."

"Don't you need this?" he wondered, adjusting his grip on it to ensure he wasn't putting any pressure on the wire.

She waved a hand, dismissing the idea. "I'll be fine for a few minutes." Looking him up and down, she mulled over if she covered everything. Her eyes locked with the tears in his pants and she snapped her fingers, noting, "Ah, you'll need something warmer to wear!"

She didn't wait for him to say anything and went off to her room. While he was obviously too big to wear anything of hers, she still liked to dabble in making clothes in her spare time - including menswear - so she found something suitable enough for him.

Luka was still standing awkwardly in the doorway when she returned. She piled the clothes into his arms that were still carrying the heater, but while he was giving them an odd (almost uncomfortable?) look, she had another thought.

"Oh, and you'll need your own toiletries of course!" She went past him into the bathroom, crouching down at the sink to open the cupboards underneath it. She always kept spare hair care products for when she ran out, and while she didn't really have any that were made with men in mind, she didn't imagine Luka would care about that sort of thing.

She brought back a few of them she thought he might like, though his arms were still full with the heater and clothes. Leaning left and right to get a good look at the situation, Marinette carefully wedged the products where she knew they wouldn't fall.

Somehow he gave an even stranger look at the products themselves. It was comical actually, poor Luka standing there and trying not to drop anything she'd handed him. She blushed, wondering if maybe she'd overwhelmed him at all.

I-I guess I could've just put everything near the sink or something instead of giving them to him, she thought, rubbing an arm shyly.

Luka, however, took it all in stride, a laugh bursting from his chest that almost threw off his balancing act. "You're a funny woman, Marinette."

"F-funny?" She stared, wide-eyed at what she interpreted as a bizarre reaction. Did she embarrass herself?

Luka's gaze was warm though, reassuring her before he turned away to her towards her shower. While he didn't elaborate, the way her heart skipped a beat told her that he could've only meant good things.

She walked out of the bathroom, closing the door behind her to give Luka privacy. There was a clattering noise from the other side - probably him finally losing his hold - and she covered her mouth with both hands to hide her laugh. He was a little funny himself.

——

While Luka was taking his shower, Marinette decided to prepare some hot tea to keep her warm. The lack of her heater still left her a little cold, but she put up with it like she said she would.

She could hear the shower running, as well as what she was certain was Luka's humming. If she listened closely enough, she could tell what sound it was.

He has good taste, she noted, finding herself humming back.

She didn't have people over that much, so it was often just her in the house. She didn't even think anyone had used her shower before besides herself. Now that the panic of getting Luka out of the cold had settled, it was oddly nice just having someone in her otherwise lonely space.

Time passed, Marinette only stopping her humming when she needed to take a sip of her tea. Another cup had been set out in case Luka wanted something as well, though she was prepared to make him hot chocolate instead if he didn't like tea.

It was strange though. At some point, she stopped hearing the shower itself and only heard Luka's hum. It also sounded like it was louder than before. Maybe she was hyperfixating so much on the sound that she was blocking out everything else?

At least, that's what she thought until she looked up, noticing Luka leaning against the wall. He was still humming along with her, a look of amusement on his face.

"Buh—" She averted her gaze, a strangled noise coming from her throat when she cut off her hum. "S-sorry. I knew that one, so..."

"You always made the best requests," Luka compliments instead of addressing the humming elephant in the room.

She giggled sheepishly. "I know the best music. That's why." Then, trying to turn things around on him, she grinned and reminded him, "I would've asked you to play XY if I didn't."

Luka's face soured instantly. Feeling successful in her attempt, Marinette laughed in delight.

Now that he was out of the shower, she was able to properly take him in. Sweaters weren't really "his thing" and it showed in how he wore it - not that she wouldn't take on the challenge of making him one he liked wearing - but it was comfortable. His hair, meanwhile, was damp, but dry enough that he didn't need a towel around his shoulders to catch water. She kind of wanted to touch it, entranced by the way his highlights remained unaffected by being washed. Maybe they were natural after all.

Unprompted, she blurted out, "How aren't you famous?" and while it would've been easy to take it back or apologize, Luka was never offended by more personal questions and she wanted to know. "You're more talented than most - probably any - musicians in the industry, you're handsome, and you have good energy."

He blushed at the blatant compliment to his looks - cute - but answered anyway, "People have tried, but I'm not interested."

"Really?"

He walked closer to her for a more comfortable conversation. She showed him the hot water and his choice between tea or hot chocolate, noting that he opted for tea and sweetened it a little more than she would have.

She made a mental note that he had a bit of a sweet tooth.

"I know it sounds like an honor to have people offer me deals," he sighed, leaning against the counter and fidgeting with the tag on the teabag, "but they always want me to change something. They think I need more tattoos and piercings, or want me to be a little meaner for an 'edge', or change the kind of music I like to make."

Marinette understood that. There were some types of fashion she didn't like to make, and while it felt bad turning down requests from friends or even commissions, she didn't want to force anything or go outside of her comfort zone. She was simply her and she respected herself enough to avoid putting herself through that.

"I get it," she said after a moment, smiling sympathetically at him. She'd already revealed something personal that day, so she didn't want to unload further onto him. Maybe another time.

Luka smiled back at her, then looked back down at his tea. He took the spoon and gave the tea a stir, adding on, "I wouldn't have accepted anyway, even if they did give me a good deal. I don't think I want to be a rock star."

In shock, she wondered aloud, "No? I was so sure that's why you were traveling. I thought you were trying to get someone to notice your skills?"

Her reaction felt rude, but it didn't look to surprise him. She supposed he must've gotten it a lot, perhaps from frustrated people who wanted him yet couldn't have him.

He hesitated, tapping at the edge of his tea cup with a black nail, before asking, "...Can I tell you something personal, Marinette?"

Perhaps too eager for her own good, she stepped closer and nodded fervently. It was perhaps too close for the amount of time they'd known each other, but she was too curious to care and Luka didn't mind.

"My mom never liked being tied down," he began. "Even if we stayed in the same city, we lived on a houseboat so she could move whenever she wanted to." He stared off at nothing, as if reminiscing on mixed memories. "I never said anything about it because we were taught to go wherever our passion took us, and hers took us all over until I grew up enough to go out on my own."

"And she rubbed off on you," Marinette guessed. She imagined a little boy on a pirate ship, going to sleep in one place and waking up somewhere new; a dramatic mental image and almost definitely not how it was actually like, but she felt that it was the feeling he was getting across.

"She didn't have an anchor keeping her in one place," he continued, lifting the teabag slightly just to let it go and watch it sink back to the bottom of the cup. "She did meet some woman before I moved out, but she liked to travel too." He shrugged, unbothered. "I don't know where they are, but I'm sure my mom's happy."

It sounded sad, but Luka didn't. Marinette wished she could be in his mind for a moment, going through his memories to see where his attachment to his family began and his lack of attachment when it came to letting people do as they pleased began. What could she even say? That his mother surely missed him? That he was better off as he was, going around by his own choice than his mother's? That he at least seemed happy traveling from place to place and playing for people even if he didn't have a place to call home?

"You're looking for your own anchor then," she said instead. She was sure that's where he was going anyway.

He hummed with a confirming, "Mm," and that was apparently all he had to say on the subject, as his next comment was, "I should get your heater back from the bathroom."

She let him go, watching him disappear into the hallway. The vulnerability he'd shown her made her shiver, drawing her eyes back to the world outside her window. Taking her teacup with her, she crossed the space and set it on her windowsill while she took in the sights.

The snow had stopped only after she and Luka were out of its range, because of course, and she focused on the blanket of snow covering just about everything. Some people walked by, most dressed for the occasion while others were as unprepared as Luka, and Marinette frowned at the idea of having not planned further than getting him a warm drink and shower. On some level, it wasn't any of her business, so whether Luka moved on to go somewhere warmer or chose to stick around a little longer shouldn't matter to her.

It mattered to her.

As she mulled it all over, she faintly heard footsteps behind her, the other sounds signaling that Luka had returned and was setting up the heater back where it was before. Not stopping to think or let herself regret saying it, she voiced, "Do you want to stay here until the cold lets up?"

Silence was her response, and even his movements had stopped. She followed the original source of the sounds to see Luka crouched down, his hand hovering to put the plug in the socket yet frozen in place while he stared up at her in surprise.

Still committing to the suggestion, she anxiously tried to persuade him. "I know you were just talking about how you travel everywhere, but I'm worried about you. Even if you have the money to go somewhere warm, it's still expensive, isn't it?" She waved her arms about as she spoke, trying to work out her nerves. "I'm not asking you to pay rent either. The house is big enough and your company is—"

"Won't that make things hard for you?" he suddenly questioned.

"...Huh?" She tilted her head, puzzled. Wasn't she just explaining how there was more than enough room in her house for another person?

Luka stood, abandoning the plug - or maybe having forgotten it entirely - to stand up at his full height. Touched, he put a hand to his chest, but clarified, "If you really want me here, I'd love to, but I don't want anyone to feel awkward if I stay."

"What are you talking about?" She stepped closer to him again. "Why would it be awkward?"

There was that face again: the one he'd made when she gave him clothes and the hair care products from under the sink. She ran over their whole conversation, wondering if maybe she'd said something that he could've taken the wrong way.

"Marinette," Luka said, sounding as confused as she felt, "I'm talking about your boyfriend."

"My—" She felt like she was going to fall over. "My what?!"

"Or your girlfriend," he hurriedly corrected, looking contemplatively at the clothes he was wearing. "I guess if she was tall enough, then—"

"Luka!" Marinette put a hand over her face in an attempt to cover up her blush, her other hand waving wildly at him to tell him to stop. "I-I don't have a girlfriend, or a boyfriend, or anyone. Those clothes are mine." Okay, maybe that would only confuse him further. "Do you remember when I told you that I design clothes?"

He nodded.

She pointed up and down at him. "I made those. They don't belong to anyone."

Luka's body language changed in an instant. Both of his hands went up to grasp at the sweater, his eyes intently taking in every detail of it with such awe that she felt a sudden burst of confidence.

Everything clicked now. He hadn't looked awkward in the clothes she made because of how he felt wearing such clothes, but rather because he thought they belonged to someone else. He only hesitated on accepting because he thought there was someone else living with her. With the latter, there were all sorts of ways she could interpret him having thought that she'd already been spoken for, but regardless, it did mean one thing...

"So you'll stay then?"

He tore his gaze away from the clothes to make eye contact with her. In response, she held her hand out, hoping to make the offer "official" with a handshake. She could already imagine him insisting on doing dishes for her or giving her warnings about when he'd be gone and when he'd be back, and honestly it just made her all the more eager to get him to accept. He was just cute that way.

"...Alright." He beamed at her, reaching out to complete the handshake. "I'll stay. Thanks, Marinette."

It must've taken a lot for him to agree to root himself somewhere, so she felt extra special albeit a little guilty for it. Besides, maybe it was just her imagination, but she did feel like an anchor in a way, keeping Luka grounded in her presence. It felt as though he wouldn't go anywhere so long as she kept holding onto his hand.

Idly, she thought that she wouldn't mind being that for him.

[arichaa]

A warm morning with Akaza

It's about Y/N and Akaza being a couple and they're all lovey dovey 🌸

Precisions: female reader

Y/N opens her eyes. As she wakes up, she feels the sheets and the mattress around her body, and her pillow supporting her head. She stretches and rubs her eyes before patting next to her. She then turns her head to look at the bed. She didn't expect it to be empty.

The beauty decides to sit up after hearing noises coming from downstairs. She gets out of bed and walks slowly towards the stairs. She takes a deep breath to smell what is being prepared in the kitchen.

She makes her way silently to the kitchen and as she finally arrives, she sees him. The love she was looking for in the bed. He didn't notice her yet, so she takes advantage of it to admire all the details she can find.

His lover is cooking breakfast for both of them. How adorable. She doesn't miss any of his movement. But more importantly, he is only wearing his underwear and an apron. Y/N can't help but put her hands on her cheeks. Is he doing it on purpose? She might just eat something other than food...

She still stands there, leaning against the wall, then finally tries to catch his attention.

Y/N: *quietly* Akaza...

Hearing his name, he looks behind his shoulder to see his woman being flustered and as beautiful as always.

Akaza: Ah, my love...

He looks back at his food and smiles to himself, waiting for her to come closer. She approaches him, gently caresses his naked back before completely hugging him from behind. She closes her eyes as she feels his burning skin on her face.

Y/N: Good morning...

Akaza feels her arms around his waist and her hands caressing his abs. He swallows and takes one of her hand to kiss it. He keeps her hand against his cheek while feeling her kissing his back.

Y/N: Thank you for cooking.

Akaza: Don't mention it...

Y/N lets Akaza go and sits on a chair, her hand supporting her head as she tries not to fall asleep again.

Akaza: I... actually wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed...

Y/N: I see, I'll pretend to sleep next time~

Akaza: haha...

It's still early in the morning and they take it easy. After a while, Akaza is done preparing the food and sits not so far from her. They smile at each other, and he lightly taps his thigh to invite her to sit on his lap. She can only accept.

Akaza opens his arms as she sits on him, her legs between his. Y/N holds his cheek to bring his head to her chest, then makes her fingers slide in his hair. He wraps his muscular arms around her body and feels her chest under his cheek. Now they can't let each other go.

Y/N: Let's eat now, I wouldn't want your efforts to go to waste...

Akaza: You're acting like it's exhausting to cook for you...

Her man feels too good against her, why is his skin burning this much? The morning weather is becoming colder and colder, so she can't complain having a personal radiator.

They're eating and having small talks, while Akaza becomes more and more aware of the happiness he's receiving in his life. A day doesn't feel like a day when he doesn't see her smile. He would always cherish the shortest moment with her and look forward to the next one. He enjoys everything. Her hair caressing his face, her small hands he loves to feel on his body... He then looks at her eyes and she looks back, smiling and raising her eyebrow.

Akaza: My love...Nothing makes me happier than seeing you by my side in the morning. I hope your day will be as beautiful as you.

She laughs and kisses his forehead.

Y/N: You found that catchphrase alone? So there's no limits in your romance?....*half joking*

Akaza: None, you broke them all...

Y/N: ... You...You need to be in my day for it to be beautiful though...

Oh, that's what he was thinking. He gently kisses Y/N's neck and she hugs his head to impeach him of looking at her blushing face. Y/N feels more comfortable expressing her love through physical contact but it seems she tries to speak as boldly as him. And he appreciates the effort.

[eyndr-stories]

I Think I Smell A Rat (FNAF SB fanfic) C1 - Something Amiss

In Summary:

Being a robotic repair rat who lives in the walls of the pizza-plex is a pretty great gig, all things considered! You fix the wires instead of chew them, and you get into tight spaces those silly humans can't reach and fix things up behind the scenes. You do your little tasks diligently, and all is well. That is, until one night when you realize all of your other repair rat friends have gone missing, and almost all of those animatronics outside the walls are acting strange... You aren't sure what it is that needs fixing, but by golly you'll fix it! You just might need a little help along the way...

Things To Know:

Not a lot of warnings for this one! There is some peril and danger, damage to robots, and damage to. Uh, whatever the heck Afton is at this point??

Reader insert! You're a little rat shaped robot a handful of inches long. Lots of borrower-related themes in here

Daycare attendant centered, though the other animatronics make brief appearances. You hang out with Sun in the first half of the story and Moon in the second half!

A little over 17000 words in total, just a lil guy! 5 chapters, they're all pretty short

I somehow managed not to swear once in the entire story, aw hell yeah! Wait-

Ao3 link: Here!

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

C1 - Something Amiss

     When you live in the walls of a place, you tend to get a decent sense for how things are going. Colder months meant slower weekends, not as many visitors. Slower weekends meant less damage to repair. You had been living in the walls of Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizza-Plex for quite some time now, and so you could tell without a doubt that something was amiss.

     As a seasoned robotic repair rat, you were something of an expert on the inner workings of the pizza-plex. You knew every nook and cranny of this place, you'd even explored some of the abandoned building deep below everything else, where your map insisted you were navigating an empty void, and thinking became much more difficult there. The 'out of bounds' error was a particularly grating one. Not having the map in your mind meant it was very easy to get lost, and getting trapped down there had never seemed particularly appealing to you, and so needless to say you didn't go down there often.

     That 'amiss' feeling had you exploring, searching for its source and ignoring the 'battery half depleted' alert that tempted you towards your charging nest. You couldn't find most of the other rats- the walls were strangely empty. Sometimes you or the others would be summoned by contraptions in need out beyond the walls, small things, hard to reach things that the typical human worker couldn't reach. But the only rats you'd found were the ones still in rest mode, huddled away in their charging nests, filling up their batteries and downloading updates. No one on the network was answering your pings. For nearly every rat to be out beyond the walls on repairs was unheard of, though not impossible you supposed. Even so, surely someone would have answered you, even if they were all busy.

     Through the walls you scurried, maneuvering down a mix of paths designed for you, paths you and the others had built over time, and unintentional paths made by inconsiderate forces. The building settling over time, beams shifting and adjusting, thinner pieces of pathway constructed with scraps degrading over time, wear and tear weathering spots away, and even organic rats and other pests, messing with your familiar paths and often times getting in the way. You'd long since learned which paths in your map aligned with the real ones, and which ones were no longer traversable, regardless of the map in your brain assuring you they were still there.

     You came to one of the exit ports, leading out into the building. You didn’t like it out there as much. Nothing out there was built for you. Here in the walls, the corridors were all your size and sandwiched between two layers of sturdy concrete, your map made sense even when some of the paths were wrong, and there were far less dangers. Out there, everything was big and beyond you. Even the other robots, though only a few ever paid you any mind. You didn't care for them very much. You knew the animatronics were very important to the human affairs transpiring beyond the walls, but honestly, you could do without them.

     You studied the exit port. Something was wrong out there, you could feel it. Everyone else having gone missing wasn't helping that. However, you couldn't help but picture your own little nest in your mind, a charging station you shared with a small group of other rats assigned to the same general area. There was a new update tonight, waiting patiently in the cue for you to power down and install it. Maybe you should rest first, figure this all out later…

     No. This was important. You thought about at least downloading the update straight from the network while you searched, but you really needed to focus. Your friends might be in trouble out there. You should find them, figure out what was going on out there. Maybe the others had all felt that ‘something amiss’ as well, and when they'd gone out to investigate, something had happened to them. Maybe they needed your help!

     You set aside your hesitations about the world outside the walls and went through the exit port, the mouse hole shaped segment in the base of the wall sliding open as you neared, and quickly sliding shut behind you after you'd passed.

     The lights were uncomfortable for a moment as your vision adjusted. You much preferred the walls, where you knew the paths so well that sight wasn't even a necessity. Out here, the paths were structured differently, and you had to rely a lot more on sight. You weren't used to trusting your eyes as much. It wasn't dark out here like it was in the walls, either. All the lights were on and blazing, despite the hour. Your internal clock told you it was just after midnight. No people to worry about, at least. There hadn't been any human employees working at night for a while now.

     All you had to worry about were the animatronics, those robots that were even bigger than humans and walked around at all hours of the day. Hopefully you could avoid all of them, with any luck.

     Unfortunately, luck was not on your side tonight.

     "HELLO THERE!!"

     You spotted the animatronic quickly, considering he was barreling straight for you at an alarming speed. This one you weren't as familiar with; he was newer, not a part of the original cast of animatronics. This particular animatronic was not quite as imposing as the others, but with how he was running right for you, you were still more than a little wary. Strangely enough, he had two separate IDs; DCA-S-1.5 and DCA-M-1.2.

     "OHHHH look at YOU!! You're such a tiny little friend, my goodness!" The animatronic skidded to a halt before you and dropped into a crouch. Two massive hands three times your size pressed into the plush floor on either side of you, and the circular face of this overly friendly animatronic loomed over you.

     You'd barely made it a foot away from the port in the wall, and you were already considering dashing back inside.

     Without a voice box, communicating with the animatronics was difficult, especially since they couldn't access the same sub-network you shared with the other rats. However, in your many years of experience here, you'd learned to get creative. The animatronics were well versed in many languages, including Morse code. At the end of your tail was a little red light, which you usually used to light up areas in the walls that were pitch black, with no light at all to see by. You swiveled your tail around, and the little light at the end of the antennae began to glow on and off in a series of quick patterns.

     "BACK UP."

"Oh!! Oh my!" After a moment of shock, the animatronic immediately sprang back a considerable distance. He laid down flat on the ground, resting the bottom of his circular head awkwardly on the cushioned floor. "I'm so sorry if I scared you, tiny friend!! I was just sooo excited to see you! We don't get many tiny friends here, no sir-ie! There's not too much you would need to fix in here!"

     You appreciated the animatronic listening to you, but remained wary. Excitable animatronics, like Chica, could be dangerous even if they didn't intend to be. There was no programming or regulation for interactions between you rats and the animatronics. You weren't even really supposed to leave the walls, but ever since the human staff had started to thin out, you'd been getting more and more updates for handling navigation and repairs outside of the nice safe walls where you belonged.

     "Not here for repairs…" you started, still wondering if you should call the whole thing off and return to the walls. "Looking for something."

     "Oh??" The animatronic tapped his long fingers quickly over the padding, finger joints clicking quietly. "Can I help?! I'd love to help!! What are you looking for, tiny friend??"

     You weren't sure how to describe what you were doing. You gave it your best shot. "Everyone is gone. Something feels wrong. I'm looking for the problem to fix."

     "Hmm…" The animatronic seemed unsure what to make of this. He set his hands on the sides of his face, elbows braced on the floor. He tapped at the orange triangles sticking out of a gap between his front face plate and the covering over the back of his head. His legs kicked back and forth in the air behind him. "That sounds hard. How about we play a game instead? Would you like that??"

     You shook your head. "No." Games?? There wasn't time for games. You had a job to do! Your friends might be in trouble! "I need to find the others."

     "You wanna find your friends?? I can help you look!" The animatronic wiggled excitedly. "Oh, please, please?? We can look together! I could hold you up high and walk really fast and we'll find your friends in no time!"

     Your immediate thought was to decline. This sounded all sorts of dangerous, and you weren't sure if you trusted this bot just yet. Your tail twitched anxiously even at the thought of doing something so risky. The bot did make a good point, however… it would certainly be much faster if you could move as fast as a massive animatronic. Actually, it might even be safer for you to be up off the ground… you'd been accidentally stepped on once before and had needed to get nearly your entire shell replaced. You weren't exactly eager to repeat that particular experience. Besides, pathfinding outside of the walls was a pain for you. But for an animatronic…

     Begrudgingly, you swiveled your tail back around. "Will you be safe? You must be careful with me."

     "Oh, yes, yes!! Careful is my middle name!" The animatronic sat up excitedly, hands patting rapidly against the ground. "It's my job to care for children, you know! I'm so so so super careful all the time, I promise!!"

     You knew that children were smaller and more fragile humans. If this bot was meant to hang out with children all the time, maybe he really would be careful… "Okay. Let's look together then."

     "YAY!!!" The animatronic sprang up and did a spin. He was surprisingly graceful, unlike the other animatronics you'd met. "We'll find your friends!! And then, and then we can all play together! We'll have a great time, okay??" The bot crouched back down in front of you and offered his two massive hands out to you, cupped together to form a giant bowl.

     You looked back at the port leading back into the walls one last time. Hesitantly, you put your two little front paws on the tip of one of the bot's fingers. The bot held perfectly still, waiting patiently for you to climb aboard. You thought about your missing and unresponsive friends, and the reward of a well deserved recharge back in your nest that awaited you at the end of all of this.

     You hopped up into the bot's hands.

     "Alright!!" The animatronic straightened, and the world flew by in a blur as you were lifted quickly upwards.

     You immediately received several warning pings from your pathfinding program. You were up too far away from any detectable navigable surface. You dismissed the warnings one by one. The program struggled, eventually defining the bot's hands as a decent enough surface.

     True to his word, the bot was very careful, arms moving very smoothly and hands very still and steady beneath you. "Now lets go find your friends!! I'm sure we'll find them in no time at all. OH! Oh, I almost forgot! I have to introduce myself when I make a new friend! I'm Sun!"

     You looked up at the animatronic's front face plate as it spun a full 360 degrees. You attempted to mimic the gesture, tilting your head one way and then the other as far as your neck joint would allow. This caused Sun to giggle.

     You waved your tail, blinking your ID at Sun. "I am RR-YN."

     "I already knew your ID, silly! Don't you have a name?? Do repair rats not have names?" Sun asked.

     "No. We don't need them."

     "Well that's okay! I like nicknames anyways. Can I keep calling you tiny friend??"

     You didn't much care what Sun called you. There were far more important things to worry about. "Yes."

     "Yay!!" The triangles circling Sun's head spun a few inches around, then bounced back to spin the other way. "Okay, let's get going!!"

     Sun took one step towards the room's main door, then stopped. His triangles retracted halfway into his head. You turned your head back to look at Sun curiously.

     "Oh no, I just realized… I can't leave the daycare right now, the lights will be off! I'm only awake when the lights are on…"

     You weren't sure what Sun meant about that. Maybe he meant he was programmed to power down at night when the lights were off? You weren't sure how Sun worked exactly, but you guessed that must be it. If the lights were a problem though, that was no issue.

     "I can turn on the lights. Take me to that wall next to the door," you told Sun.

     Sun obliged. "That's right!! You can fix the lights from inside the walls, can't you?"

     "Yes. I will do this," you told him.

     Sun knelt down by the door, having already crossed the entire room in mere moments. He was right, you really would get around a lot faster with Sun carrying you around.

     You hopped out of Sun's hands and hurried to the port. Once you were in the blissfully comprehendible walls, you quickly navigated up the right paths until you reached the wiring for the lights in the area immediately outside of the daycare. You normally didn't mess with anything not damaged and in need of repairing, but this was a special occasion. You worked quickly with your practiced little paws, reconfiguring the controls so off was on and on was off. With the lights currently set to off for the night, the lights would now actually be on. You'd have to come back and fix this before the lights all automatically switched back over at 6AM, but for now you just needed to help Sun get out of the daycare.

     You hurried back down the path you'd scurried up and left the walls once more. Sun was waiting for you right where you'd left him.

     "Did you do it?? You turned the lights on outside?" Sun asked, offering you his hands once more.

     You climbed up into his hands, blinking the light on your tail as you did. "I did, the lights should be on now."

     Sun carefully peeked out around the door. Sure enough, the area outside was just as brightly lit as the daycare. Sun happily stepped outside.

     "Wow, good job tiny friend!! You really did it!" Sun praised you as he quickly made his way past tables and chairs and towards a flight of stairs. His face swiveled from side to side as he went, on the lookout. He ascended the stairs in a matter of seconds, a feat that would have taken you half an hour to accomplish. You were starting to feel pretty good about your decision to accept Sun's help.

     You kept your eyes focused on the surroundings as well. You didn't see any rats running around, unfortunately. You'd only just started searching though, and there was quite a lot of the building left to search. Searching the entire sprawling multi-level mess of a complex was daunting, but with Sun on your side, this would surely be a cinch. You were feeling pretty confidant, perched way up high in Sun's careful hands. What could possibly go wrong?

[mj-iza-writer]

Hello, MJ! I hope you are doing okay :))

This may sound strange but… Have you ever considered writing about weather dependent whumpee? Honestly, I’ve never ever seen anyone using this trope, and I think it’s pretty nice. Adds a little more inconvenience to recovering.

The idea came to me a week ago, when it started snowing. In May. And like the day before the snow it’s been warm enough to wear a light jacket. The nature is amazing.

Sincerely yours, anon with whumperflies :)

Hello Anon with Whumperflies, I'm always happy to see you in my ask box... I am doing great. I hope you are doing great as well.

You are absolutely right, we do not see a lot of weather related Whump.. I know I myself get whumped by the hot summer weather every year, and I do not enjoy it.

I started thinking about a good story to go with your idea, and then I realized I have a character who fits this. I have never written for this character. He just lives in my head rent-free. I hope you and everyone enjoys.

Backstory:

The characters name is Everest, he is a demon prince over a class of demons made of ice. In his hidden part of the world, it is colder than Antarctica.

His people suffered due to wars and global warming. To conserve their people the king sent his son, Everest to a place to protect him. Along with that, two ice dragons lay in deep slumber waiting to be awoken.

Everest was recovered on an archeological dif sight, and was sold off into demon slavery. He was thankfully purchased by a human who works alongside a different demon king. They plan to destroy the demon slave trade and take over the world.

Short story to go with the backstory:

Everest looked over his arms, they were supposed to be icy and transparent. He should have been able to see the liquid coursing through his body. This frozen liquid acted as blood, but it also acted as aid. If Everest were ever injured the blood would freeze over the wound much like a scab.

Everest frowned, then looked toward the person who acted as his mistress.

"Lady Crystal, I really need to soak", Everest whispered, trying not to draw attention to himself. These important guests had overstayed their welcome.

Crystal looked up and nodded.

"You'll excuse my butler, he needs to take care of something", Crystal looked over to the guest.

"Did he say soak?", one of the guest spoke up.

"Yes, Everest is made of partial ice. It is much to warm here, so he has to soak in a mixture of ice water and liquid nitrogen", Crystal frowned.

"Then why doesn't he live in a colder climate. That seems quite inconvenient for you if your butler can't work continuously", a different guest spoke up.

"He did, unfortunately human kind destroyed it through global warming and his own kind were at war. Then when a bunch of humans dug him up they brought him here to suffer", Crystal glared, "I have two other servants to take care of things. My servants do not work continuously either. Also, it is not as inconvenient as this meeting has been to my day.... can we please wrap this up."

"Just a few more minutes if you please", one said.

Crystal was finally able to check on Everest.

"Your highness, may I come in?", she knocked at the door.

"Yes you can, I'm clothed", Everest replied.

Crystal opened the door and was met with a chilled breeze.

"Burr", Crystal froze, "I don't know if I'll ever understand how you enjoy that", she shut the door behind her.

"In all honesty it could be colder", Everest chuckled, "I'm almost out of liquid nitrogen."

"Okay I'll put in the request. We should have some by tomorrow", Crystal frowned.

"Did they give you any issues when I had to leave", Everest made a concerned face, "I tried to hold out, but they kept going."

"They did, but I dealt with them. Your health comes first", Crystal almost sat on the edge of the tub.

"I wouldn't do that. You'll get stuck, and we will have to call Alfred up here", Everest chuckled, "we don't need you to freeze to the metal tub."

"Right. Almost forgot", Crystal grinned, "do you need anything else?"

"Could you throw more ice in... please... everything is melted", Everest smiled.

Crystal went to order the liquid nitrogen.

She typed in her number, which allowed her to purchase it, and in large quantities. No normal person needed as much as she did.

"Oh no", Crystal frowned.

"What is it?", Alfred, the lead butler questioned while he prepared dinner.

"The lab is out of nitrogen, they don't have liquid or solid", Crystal started to right a message.

After a few minutes a reply came through.

"They are working on it, and sent my normal order to a different lab who is stocked, but we won't receive it for two days", Crystal sighed heavily, "it also says we can't drive there to get it. The lab has requested no in person visits."

"Another problem", Alfred looked up from a different computer, "tomorrow is supposed to be an extremely hot day... Everest is not going to like this."

"Not going to like what?", Everest came into the kitchen.

Crystal looked at Alfred.

"Don't look at me, you're the boss here" Alfred threw up his hands.

"Of course, only when it is convenient for you, then I'm the boss", Crystal sighed.

"Anyone want to tell me what the heck is going on", Everest looked at them both.

"Um, I just went on to order the nitrogen.... and uhm, the lab is out of it, both solid and liquid", Crystal didn't dare look Everest in the eyes, "your order is considered top priority, but they sent it to a different lab, it won't come tomorrow, but the next day. We can't go pick it up either."

Everest made a concerned face.

"Look at the forecast for tomorrow", Alfred held up the computer for Everest.

"I might die by the time we get more", Everest groaned, "I'm gonna look like frosty the snowman when the sun got hot."

Crystal worked hard not to laugh at that comment.

"Me and Drake will go to a few stores and by a bunch of ice. You didn't drain your tub did you?", Crystal watched Everest's shoulder slump.

Everest nodded weakly, "I did, it wasn't cold enough... any... more..... I'm sorry."

"Alright Everest get out of the kitchen. Alfred is cooking, we need to conserve as much of your coldness as possible", Crystal ordered, "Drake and I will get all the ice we can. Then we will create a cold space for Everest to ride the heat wave out. Let's go."

Crystal watched Everest stand there frozen in panic, "with all do respect your highness.... get the heck out of this kitchen and up to your bathroom. We will use that room to protect you."

Everest sulked on the floor of the bathroom.

"I miss not having to worry about this", he whispered, "I miss home."

"You're highness, we're back and we have ice", Crystal called from outside of the room, "can we come in?"

"Yes", Everest stood and adjusted himself.

"Royalty should never slump and sourer", Everest remembered his mom saying.

"Okay that will hopefully hold us out until we get the liquid nitrogen. How much more do you have left again?", Crystal forced the fridge closed, "thanks Drake for helping me."

"Yes miss", Drake bowed.

"I have maybe a cup left", Everest looked down sadly.

"Okay, it's okay. We are going to get you through this", Crystal tried to comfort Everest, "let's save that cup for when we really need it."

Everest nodded, "how are you so sure about this? That ice isn't enough and you know it."

"I have plans in motion", Crystal grinned, "just trust me."

The next day Everest hid in the corner of his bathroom. Towels lined the bathroom door on the inside and outside.

The air was on full blast throughout the home. Every shade was closed, and everyone leisured about.

"I don't see this working for Everest, he's already soaked once today and used four bags of ice", Alfred sighed as he fanned himself.

"I have something in motion, I'm just waiting on the text", Crystal leaned into the fan Alfred was using.

"What plan is that?", Drake looked up from the floor, "it's so hot."

Crystal's phone vibrated.

"Yah", Crystal looked at their phone, "someone draw a portal sigil."

Drake grabbed a pen and paper, and drew the sigil.

Crystal grabbed it, "thanks, I need all demons up to Everest's bathroom."

Drake and Alfred followed Crystal up to the bathroom.

Everest jumped when the door opened.

"I'm getting really hot", Everest whispered, I've melted some and my fluid is seeping out."

Crystal placed the sigil on the floor.

She grabbed the bottle of nitrogen and dumped the rest on Everest.

"Hurry and open the portal. Ashton and Dash should be on the other side", Crystal frowned, "this needs to work."

Drake and Alfred stood in front of the sigil and together opened it.

Snow fell in from the other side.

Alfred peaked in and saw Crystal's friend Ashton and their demon, Dasher, standing their surrounded by snow.

"Crystal what is this?", Alfred turned.

"I texted Aston to see how close they were to a cold climate. Luckily they were near Antarctica and had the gear to be there. Help Everest get to the portal", Crystal watched Everest struggle.

On the other side Aston and Dasher helped pull Everest out.

Everest fell into the snow on the verge of passing out

"Take care of.... wow it's cold", Crystal peaked through the portal, "are you two okay to stay there."

"Yep, we have everything we need. We will take care of his highness until the heat passes", Ashton smiled.

Dasher stepped forward, "the portal is closing please step back Crystal."

"Thankyou again for helping him", Crystal stepped back.

"You're welcome", Crystal heard as the portal closed.

"That was really smart", Alfred looked at her in amazement.

"I have my moments. I know it's still not cold enough there for Everest, but it's better than here", Crystal turned, "let's save the ice, we can use it when he comes back."

Everest startled awake and looked around.

"Where am I", Everest looked at the snow, "what did Miss Crystal do?"

"Good morning your highness", someone called, "don't get to close we have a fire and heater going."

"Is that Ashton and Dasher?", Everest chuckled, "what's going on here?"

"Crystal called us and said you were in a bad way. We were going by Antarctica when she called, so it worked out perfectly. We will be here to keep you company until the heat wave goes past", Ashton came out, "sorry you're stuck here with us."

"Trust me, this is a good thing. I really appreciate this", Everest looked at his arms, "I'm actually getting my ice color back."

"That's good", Ashton shivered, "alright I'm going back to the heater. We are right here if you need us your highness."

"Thankyou, and thankyou so much for helping me get here", Everest smiled.

Everest thought for a few minutes, "you haven't by chance found the ice dragons yet, have you?"

"No unfortunately", Dasher sighed, "they are not visible to us yet. We are still trying your highness."

Everest nodded, "thankyou, I was hoping you'd say yes and surprise me."

"No my King, not yet", Ashton sighed, "was there a spell or something to awaken them?"

"Not to my memory... if there were my father didn't tell me", Everest sighed, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, once we get you back to health we will keep looking", Ashton smiled, "maybe once the dragons are found we can move your kingdom here in Antarctica. You can begin replenishing your people."

"I hope so, it's still quite warm even here, but once the demon population gains control, I can control the temperature more", Everest sighed, "you two may not even be able to come near Antarctica when I'm done with it."

"I hope not", Ashton grinned, "I'm just happy Crystal an I are on your good sides."

"I've had enough freezing my butt off trying to find these dragons. Once they're found you will never find me near this continent or the northern hemisphere again", Dasher shivered, "you have my word on that your highness, I'll be taking Aston to the islands once Demon are reigning", Dasher turned to Aston, "if you're okay with that?"

"Sounds fine to me", Ashton grinned.

"You both should get some rest, I know you have both been working hard. I'll stay out here away from your warmth", Everest looked around, "thankyou again for helping me get here."

"You're welcome", Ashton replied.

"Let us know if you need us for anything", Dasher laid back, "sleep does sound amazing right now."

Everest stood on the cliff watching darkening sky, "father, if you can hear me, I need a sign. How am I rule when I can't find the dragons? How am I supposed to this?"

I hope that was fitting to a weather dependent Whumpee.

I don't think I'm going to tag people for this story as it was based on an ask. I hope that those of you who read this enjoy it. -MJ

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Heyy!! Whenever you have the time could we please get some hoth luke and SO hc’s??💗

I had sooo much fun with this and as always thank you for your ask, anon! I hope you like it as much as I do <33

To all the other lovely people who sent me asks: I will do my best to answer them as soon as I can, though please be patient with me because my next few days will be very busy :(

• going forward we will just ignore the fact that the Rebellion doesn't stay on Hoth for long, that Luke gets kidnapped and nearly eaten and then simply disappears after the Empire's attack

• because this planet has the absolute best requirements for a romantic setting 

• I mean we have an icy climate, cramped accomodations and relatively high spirits among the people 

• the Empire is momentarily defeated, the Death Star destroyed and the Rebellion has found a new base

• nobody can tell me there aren't hook ups happening and relationships emerging all over the place

• if Luke and you weren't familiar with each other before, now is the chance to get to know him

• if one or both of you were already interested, now is the time to make a move

• and I'm sure Luke will

• he's head strong and straight forward and nobody knows when the Empire will discover your hiding place 

• neither of you have much time so if he sees a chance, he'll take it 

• (see also my ESB Luke headcanons)

• I haven't quite made up my mind on how he would approach you but I have some ideas

• maybe he offers to show you his X-Wing or the Falcon 

• I'm not sure if Han would agree with that though but Luke doesn't really care, he has a very pretty person to impress and will sneak you on board if he has to

• it's hard for everyone on Hoth but especially for Luke who grew up on a desert planet 

• of course it's cold in space too and I'm sure it took some time for him to get used to that as well but this current situation is a different level 

• I see him awkwardly waiting nearby for a chance to engage you in conversation about the weather 

• (cut him some slack, he's still practicing his flirting skills)

• if you so much as shiver he jumps at the opportunity to take off his jacket and wrap it around your shoulders to be close to you, even if it's just for a little moment 

• he thinks he's so smooth with it too

• when he bends towards you he's hit with your lovely smell and frantically tries to come up with a plan to get to know you further

• suddenly he wants nothing more than to bury his nose in your hair or in the crook of your neck 

• he also makes a mental note for later to ask what kind of perfume you're wearing/ which shampoo you use so he can get it for you as a present

• (in his mind you're basically married already)

• he'll realize then, that offering his clothes was a stupid idea because now HE'S even colder 

• he refuses to say a single word about it though 

• (he can't just take it back like that, not now when you just started to develope some color in your cheeks!)

• until his lips turn blue and his jaw hurts from keeping his teeth from chattering 

• only when you ask him if he's okay, will he suddenly "remember" how cold it is and then invite you to have a hot beverage (I'd like to say tea but I don't know if they have tea) with him 

• if he's feeling especially bold he'll invite you to his room 

• maybe, when he's in a rowdy mood and a little adventurous, he'll tease you a bit (a lot)

• never to a point where you get overly annoyed or your feelings hurt, it's always obvious he took a liking to you and wants your attention 

• however he immensely enjoys when you call out his name in a frustrated manner in your clear voice or swat his hand away

• because then there's always a chance he can intertwine your fingers and hold your hand until you give him a look™ and he laughingly withdraws 

• strategically he'll find out what gets the highest rise out of you and then shamelessly exploits it 

• I see him sneaking up on you from behind and all of a sudden slinging his arms around your waist to lift you up and spin you around

• sometimes he waits around a corner and then jumps at you when you go past

• he makes sure to sit next to you during meals or other gatherings so he can poke your nose/forehead with his finger 

• he likes to gently squeeze your cheeks 

• a personal favorite of his is sitting behind you and then lightly pulling your hair until you whip around indignantly  

• (your anger immediately deflates when you see the way he's beaming at you)

• because of this he loves it when you wear a ponytail or a simple braid down your back

• he's definitely one to return from the outside with ice cold hands and then go looking for you to touch them to your neck

• he'll throw snowballs at you to start a snowball fight and nobody can convince me otherwise 

• sometimes it works and he uses the opportunity to come close enough for a potential kiss 

• and, if the situation is fitting and you are both giddy with laughter, he'll press a quick and breathless peck to your cheek 

Also have some quick little extra headcanons and ideas:

• Luke asks about snow on your home planet and you tell him about snowmen

• he's immediately on board to build one (or several) with you 

• imagine introducing him to making a snow angel 

• you take many stupid pictures together, one depicting you and Luke both wearing his jacket, with your back to his chest and the zipper shut tightly over your front

• (your feet hover in the air because he's so much taller than you)

• he'd lend you his hat and then make fun of you for it being way too big

• Luke is that person that complains about getting in the shower when it's cold outside and once he gets over it he doesn't want to leave anymore 

• his feet and nose are always cold on Hoth which makes sharing a bed with him less cozy than it would be normally

[depravedwriter95]

*Awww…..Fall is coming, colder weather, leaves changing, pumpkin spice drawing all the basic white girls out of their summer time fun and into their yoga pants and sweater dresses...I love my job* Trevor thought to himself as he started his afternoon shift as one of the University's many security personal, not like the campus really needed it, it was a small quiet campus in the midst of the Adirondack mountain range, at most we would have two hundred students in the class but there hasn't been a class like that in years, this semester there was only seventy

"Hey Trevor, it seems like it's going to be a slow semester again" Rodrick said as he signed his duty belt back in, he was the day shift guard when we have small class sizes

"I won't complain, I like these smaller classes anyways makes it easier to learn everyone's names and faces, besides hopefully it'll mean less BS for us to deal with" Trevor mentioned as he settled in behind the dorms security desk, from there he could rotate through the cameras all across campus and a few additional ones they had installed recently facing the hiking trail entrances which the students went on constantly during the weekends, be it to party, explore or whatever else kids these days do.

*Besides...it's been three months since my last hunt...I don't need to be distracted this semester* Trevor thought as he mindlessly flipped through the cameras,

"Well, I can't argue with that, but hey the director wanted me to pass on that the campus theater is going to be in use starting tonight, something about the class agreed they wanted to put on a show? Might be fun to see, anyways don't have too much fun now" Rodrick said laughing as he walked out of the office leaving Trevor alone until the night shift came in at 0000, the first two hours of the shift dragged on as Trevor went about the tedious task of logging in any visitors coming into the dorms or getting mail for the students.

*Alright….I've sat long enough, can't feel my damn foot, might as well do the rounds* Trevor sighed as he grabbed his black windbreaker and duty light, even though it wasn't that late and the sun was still up, it was hidden behind the mountains making the campus seem darker than it was, so there weren't to many students out and about so Trevor decided to make his way towards the main building on the campus, it houses a vast majority of its classrooms on the west wing of the building while the theater and gym took up the east wing

*wonder what sort of cuties will be here this semester, hopefully there's at least two or three party girls who get to drunk, those always make for easier prey….wait a second* Trevor stopped mid thought as he noticed the theater door propped open.

*well, Rodrick did say something about it being in use, might as well make sure they're behaving in here* he thought as he walked in, it was a rather decently sized theater, capable of seating up to six hundred people, but you wouldn't be able to tell that with its lights dimmed or off like they were as he walked in, looking around he spotted a lone male standing in the middle of the stage looking over what he'd guess to be the lights

"Excuse me bud, are you the only one in here?" Trevor called out as he approached the stage.

"Hmm...oh hello sir, no my girlfriend is here helping me check the technical end of things before we get the rest of the cast in here. My name is Micheal, but everyone just calls me Mike" Mike said offering his hand to Trevor after he got down from the stage

"Pleasure Mike, my name is Trevor, I'm the only evening guard this semester so if you guys ever need anything I'm your guy" He said, shaking the kids hand, he appeared to be in his late teens, maybe twenty at the oldest, he had shaggy brown hair and brown eyes, wearing a black hoodie and dark blue jeans

"How long will you two be here tonight?"

"Not much longer sir, well Bella is staying a bit later to check over all the microphones, she's dedicated to her role, it's why I love her" Mike said looking up at the hole in the wall at the back of the theater where the technical team would sit.

"Alright well I come back through in thirty to check on you and her so behave yourselves" Trevor said trying to remember which face went with the name Bella

*well with any luck maybe my hunting this year won't take to long* he thought as he went about his patrols which breezed by and before he knew it, he was back at the theater, the door still propped a bit so naturally he peeked inside but all the lights were off beside the faint glow of the lights up in the tech booth, sighing and thinking they left the lights on Trevor made his way up the spiral metal stairs which were basically impossible to move on without making noise

(Raunchy stuff)

"Hello??? Mike are you trying to scare me again???" A females voice called out from inside the tech room, before he could reply a woman who looked to be only 20, 5'3, 130 pounds with curves in all the right places, her long auburn hair was brushed over her left shoulder and just reached the top of what looked to be her D cup breasts, probably a 36D if Trevor had to guess, which popped nicely in her tight pink low cut shirt, her pleasantly thick thighs were on display as her black linen shorts clung to her, Trevor's heart nearly stopped as her emerald eyes locked onto his, they had a fire in them that made Trevor's cock stand at attention

"Oh, um hello, you're that guard from earlier right? I saw you talking to my boyfriend, he did mention me staying late right?" She stated calmly

"Yea Bella right? Pleasure to meet you, I just noticed the lights on so I was making sure there was someone up here at least, will you be done soon, this side of the building is closing in the next ten minutes" he replied trying his best to calm the voice screaming from his subconscious,his blood was pulsating behind his ear drums

"Oh um….I think I should be able to, I really need to get these done tonight but moving these boxes and checking each mic by myself is harder than I thought" She said stepping aside so he could see the large black trunks that held most of the sound equipment, they came up her hips, that same voice was now filling his thoughts with the imagine of him forcing her over the boxes, her shorts yanked halfway down her thighs, one arm pinning her arms in the middle of her back while the other covered her mouth, his cock ravaging her insides as her juices soaked her legs.

"Are you okay sir? Hello???" Bella asked as she folded her arms across her chest.

"Hm...oh sorry, was just trying to figure out if I had time to help you move the boxes at least, and it turns out I do" Trevor said moving into the room and grabbing the first trunk

"I'll take care of this, go lock up the front doors then come back for the last one, think you'll be done by then?"

"Yea, I should be, thanks for the help," she said, offering a kind smile before going back to her work.

*Nah….it can't be this easy, it's only the third week of the semester, god….the things I'm going to do to you Bella...and you or your boyfriend will be powerless to stop me* Trevor thought as a wicked grin spread across his lips, he slipped out of the theater and jogged down the hall to a vending machine and bought two water bottles before returning and locking the front doors to the theater, he then pulled open his cargo pants pocket and retrieved a small packet housing two Rohypnol pills which was more commonly known as “roofies”, “rophies,” or “forget me pills,” quickly he slipped them into an extra water he carried, shook until they were dissolved then made his way back up to the light booth

"Hey snagged you a water figured you could use it" Trevor said putting on his best smile as he offered her the contaminated water, she took it without much thought and started drinking it

"So how long have you been a part of the theater?"

"I got into back during middle school and just stuck with it, so here we are now. Hoping to get my degree here and continue making a living in the theater" She said after plopping down on the last trunk, crossing her left leg over her right, running her left hand through her hair, her perfume wafted into Trevor's nose, the scent was similar to lavenders and vanilla. Trevor’s heart started to pound against his ears as he watched her chug down the rest

"Ahhh I didn't realize just how thirsty I was." she muttered as she touched her head, small beads of sweat trickled down between her breasts which began to lift and fall a bit quicker

“You've been working hard, from what your boyfriend said you're pretty dedicated to your roll" Trevor said trying his best not to stare at her lustful body, he looked at his watch and thought *ten more minutes, and she's as good as mine*

“He said that about me? He's such an understanding guy, he's always so quick to help me with my passions and hobbies” Bella said as she fanned herself slowly

*Nah, he's set on doing whatever he can to keep this perfect little fuck toy to himself* He thought as he smiled “Well sounds like he really likes you, it's rare to find that since most people seem to just want to fuck around today” Trevor said offering her his water. She happily took it and drank from it eagerly, sighing as her lips glisten from a mixture of her saliva and water.

*DO IT NOW!* the voice screamed, Trevor moved closer and sat next to Bella on the trunk, she turned her gaze from the water to him as his hand moved up, gripping the back of her head with his right hand as he pulled her into a sudden kiss

"W-what….are you…” Bella mumbled as her head swam barely able to focus on anything, she tried to stand up right only to feel Trevor’s hand grip her hair and force her back into the kiss as his left hand gripped her perfectly soft breast, squeezing it through her bra causing her to moan into their kiss

"I'm just taking what is rightfully mine to use” Trevor whispered to her as he slipped his hand under the bottom of her shirt, lifting it up to expose the basic light tan bra she wore, by now the drugs were in full swing. Her body felt like a bag of bricks weighing her down, seeing that she wasn't going to resist much anymore Trevor smiled and leaned back in, biting her lip as his left hand unclasped her bra and throwing it aside, exposing her freckled breasts with adorable pink nipples. He turned her on the trunk so her back was to him, she muttered for him to stop but he silenced her with his lips once more, his tongue pressing into her mouth and coiled around hers as both of his hands gently gropped both of her breasts her moans were like music to his ears, it had been to long since his last hunt, but it was clearly worth the wait as he bit her lower lip.

“You really like your tit's being played with don't you~” Trevor whispered as he lightly pinched and twisted her nipples between his index and thumb causing her hips the shift against the trunk, she whimpered as she bit her lower lip

“Pl-please…st..stop…I won't tell ... .anyone…what you..did” Bella said with bated breath, her chest coded in a thin layer of sweat.

“Oh I can't stop now, not when the fun was really about to begin~” Trevor said as his right hand began to slowly walk down her stomach towards her shorts, unbuttoning them with a swift pull and slipped right inbetween her shorts and underwear, his middle and ring fingers curled up, teasing her pussy's lips through the underwear, spreading them apart, feeling how wet she was. All while his left hand kept rolling her nipple with his thumb as his hand massaged her breast. Unable to put up any resistance, all Bella did was just moan softly, shutting her eyes as her mind grew hazy from the combined pleausre and drugs coursing through her body. As Trevor pulled her underwear aside and brushed his finger against her clit her body tensed, hips thrusting against his touch as she suddenly climaxed, moaning lustfully which echoed in the theater.

Trevor grinned coyly

“Such a naughty little slut, cumming without my permission, you'll have to be punished for that” He said as he pressed his thumb against her clit and begin to roll it, his middle and ring finger hooked up into her pussy rubbing her gspot, Bella's eyes fluttered as her body squirmed against his assault, she was unable to stop herself from moaning between her gulping in air as his fingers relentlessly rubbed her inner walls, feeling the ridge of her gspot against the tip of his middle finger, minutes felt like hours to her as he just kept fingering her making her cum over and over again as he would lightly bite her earlobe or press his thumb into her nipple causing her hips to arch, her fingers desperately reaching to try and grab ahold of anything as she felt what she thought to be her fourth orgasm.

"Oh almost forgot these" she heard him say as he stood up, letting her fall onto the trunk and moments later she swore she saw the flash of pictures being taken but she was too tired to tell if it was even real anymore.

Well if you made it this far I just want to thank you, this is my first time ever posting my writing publicly, this is just the first part of the story so please keep that in mind if it's slow. I didn't want to just dive right into the raunchy stuff but more so build the setting a bit, to give you an idea of where I'm hoping to take the story, I'm wanting to slowly break down Bella's character

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Almost like Japan. Japan is about thirteen hours ahead of America, if I'm remembering their timing correctly. Because I follow a lot of Asian celebrities (actors, models, musicians), they update their work during different times. Which made me curious to know their time zones too.

But I think everyone's like that with foreign celebrities though.

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To be fair.. If anyone attempted to kill an animal or insect, especially a creature that aren't poisonous or venomous, then I may actually want to harm them too. I don't mind spiders. I feel like out of every insect.. I get spiders in my house more than any other bug. But smaller spiders though, not big spiders. And, to my knowledge, none of these spiders are poison either. As part of me would be more worried about my dog since I'm always afraid she would really get harmed by other animals.

You think Hyuga and Kato are superstitious? I know Daruma's a really traditional gang compared to most gangs. Well... At least we do know that Hyuga and Kato are the traditional ones. But you think those two are traditional in a way that they're also superstitious? I'm just curious to know your opinions about this. Because I'm really trying to imagine vicious Hyuga as someone has superstitions, the same with Kato too.

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I only drink wine once in a while.. Since my father and I are not people who drink that often at home, we don't really have a liqueur cabinet in any way. So no fancy drinks for us. But my mother's also a completely different story. Since she never knows when to stop drinking alcohol.

I don't think I have ever had white wine. Wait.. So is a champagne and white wine similar drinks? Or different? I have champagne before, but never white wine. Research: champagne and white wine are different.

I may have had a rose wine once before. But even the wine was mixed into a cocktail. Like rose wine, peach schnapps and other ingredients too. I can't remember the drink. But I remember the color was so very pink though. And I'd remember getting drunk from a few glasses too.

Oh! This might make you laugh.. Or not. I don't know. Because it's not really a funny story. There is this local ice cream brand that I eat more than any other brand, some of there ice creams have liqueur mixed in - so I can't believe that I forgot the ice creams have liqueur mixed into different flavors. One chocolate ice cream has vermouth mixed in, I'm sure that is definitely a popular chocolate flavor from that brand. And, there is a one called bourbon fudge brownie, that just tasted stronger than I remembered it being. Not sure how I feel about that. And there is another one called strawberry margarita was way too strong for me to eat as an ice cream. No. That is just a margarita in ice cream form.

I have an irregular body temperature. Either I'm overly hot or cold, not really warm temperature. Actually... It is a very rare occurrence for me to find a balanced temperature I'm fine at. Not menopause! Because I know, as an autistic person, temperatures are also a part of sensories too. I'm hypersensitive to warm and hot weathers but really more of a hyposensitive toward colder weather. So water's completely different.

I actually would get migraines from being out in hot weather for really way too long. So I always avoided the outside during warmer seasons (like summer and even spring). I can't tolerant hot weather.. Because I could a migraine for hours to weeks at a time. And if the pain was just too excruciating for me, vomiting until the pain in my head goes away is another way to get rid of migraines. So that causes nausea for me a lot of the time. That is actually another reason why I'm never outside.

Anyway.

Usually I rarely get cold in colder seasons. But the times that I was, I'd wear giant sweatpants over my jeans when I was at school and would take the sweatpants off whenever I was hot. I hated doing that.. Since I was too judgmental towards people in my town who wore any sweat clothes over their regular clothes. So I'm slightly hypocritical about it.

Well.. If you can't be a girly girl type girl, than just find a girlfriend who is. If you're attracted to girly girls. Don't think I know what your type is now that I think about it. I know you would say pretty people is a type.

Oh! I'm online friends with someone who has a similar condition, but I think her condition might be worse than yours? I don't know though. I don't know much about your condition to compare it to anyone else's.

About anemia being connected to menstruation.. When I first started bleeding, I never stopped bleeding at all. So I frequently fainted many times from blood loss. Especially whenever I was in the shower. Since that never helped me most of the time. And, because I frequently lost blood, not enough irons in my body gave me regulated blood which it caused me to be fatigued. So I slept a lot in school and at home, I had slept a lot during those years now that I think about it. Then I've really had to go to the hospital to get tasted since we didn't know what ever happened to me. So I multiple diagnoses at the time, which including my anemia diagnosis too. So that was a whole experience for me too.

I could "write my own book" about my diagnoses. As everyone I know tells me every time I'm diagnoses with another disability, disorders or conditions. That makes no sense to me. But that's just what they say.

The diagnoses that I can think of at the moment... That I know of... So there is Asperger's Syndrome, attention deficit disorder (since I really consider ADD a lot more different than ADHD), obsessive compulsive disorder, anxiety, depression and anemia. Are some of my diagnoses.

You were shoved face first in the ground? Why? What happened?

I'm clumsy. But only one, maybe two, scars that I still have... So some injures that I had. I had my finger shut in a metallic screen door which caused my fingernail to be ripped off before growing back crooked at a different angle. That's one scar if you consider it a scar. And that did happen to me when I was a young child. Maybe I was seven years old.

My cousin did a backflip in our house, landed on my hand which even broke most of the bones in my had. I think that... I might've been five?

I was playing with my father in the house. He was chasing me. And I'd tripped over the carpet, breaking my collarbone in half. And that even happened before my birthday but I can't remember my age that time.

I broke a leg three different times. One time.. I was sitting on the front stairs to my friend's house, she tripped over the stairs over me, which caused her to fall on my leg. Her ass broke my leg. That's not a joke at all. I just can't remember the other time. I don't know why. But I broke my leg three times. The third time was my grandmother and I went to my uncle's house because my uncle and cousin were moving, so then we helped them pack their belongings. I tripped over a book on stairs which caused my ankle to roll, that broke my ankle. And I still do have a broken bone fragment missing in my ankle. If you want to count the missing fragmaent as another scar. I don't know would be considered as a scar, besides physical scars across your skin. So there's that too.

Oh! I was have a puncture wound across my left knee.. Which actually happened a few years ago. My mother and I were even taking my dog to the vet, I was carrying the dog to the car. But I'd actually tripped on my way down the stairs, my mother was able to get the dog before I'd fell down. Something punctured my knee. Now I have this scar there.

My beautiful skin is now tainted with scars.. I never had scars before.

Another time when I fell down the stairs, this was when I was actually in elementary school. Maybe third grade? So what I remember is.. My mother and I were going somewhere, can't remember where. Being a typical child, I brought a lot of toys with me - just way too many toys I couldn't carry by myself. And it was raining outside. And I actually fell down the stairs, I cracked my head open on the railing. I had stitches.

There are also many times when I would sprain my ankle any time I've fallen down the stairs too. I would always fall up or down the stars too many times to count in my lifetime. Like I told you before.. There even was a day that I was doing laundry, I'd fell down the stairs three times that day. I fell down the same stairs, in the same way, while reinjuring my sprained ankle in the same way. That has happened many times.

I know that I'm clumsy. But stairs actually hate me. My truest enemy.

There might have been even more injures that I can't remember right now. But I've had my fair share of injuries in my lifetime. Never again.

If it makes you feel any better, everyone - excluding my mother - have laughed at me injuring myself until they realize I'm severely injured. I'll say that my father is the most frequent person who does it every time too. At least until my mother starts yelling at him for laughing at me.

Bat flowers are definitely some of the most unusual flower I can think of. Just imagine getting a bouquet of those flowers from someone.. It won't happen. Obviously. Because of many reasons. But imagine very unusual bouquets like that from someone though is a very interesting thought. I want bat flowers. But we don't have the climate that lots of unusual flowers need. So I won't be able to have unusual flowers here for that reason. One of my reasons. I don't have a green thumb either.

That is the weirdest phrase I've ever heard. Green thumb is too weird.

I'm not even surprised about your reaction to the bee orchids. There's a lot of animal themed plants and flowers though.. So there's that too.

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Exactly. Like that's fucked up your closest friend is stealing from your business, so I'm not saying there shouldn't be repercussions over that situation. But it's also suspicious that you don't actually get thorough, and I mean really thorough, background checks on the two cops. Like I know he has a childhood crush on the woman. But she is a detective though. At least he's finally starting to question everything, even after this whole time. But it might be too late for him too. Since he's stupid.

If any or every main character dies, I would say that it would happen... Definitely in the finale. Is it only a one season show, or you don't know yet? Because that also depends on what may happened in this story.

I might have some more recommendations for horror movies. But the movies are Netflix movies.. So that could be a hit or miss for people if you're really watching original shows and movies on these channels.

What about Babysitter? There's two movies. That's more of a comedy horror, horror comedy, that genre. It's so overly gory in a comical way.

And what about Fear Street? There's three movies. Gory but not even that gory either. And the main female character is also a lesbian if you want more gay characters. And Sadie Sink and Maya Hawke do really have roles in these movies too. So those are okay movies to watch.

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i’m used to spiders die to being an australian. you just kinda get over it. there’s a lotta little ones around, but i especially like jumping spiders. they’re cute! i’ve also had a lot of snakes around my house and in my family’s shed and garage. if you’re cool with snakes i can send you a couple pics of the one that was in my mum’s frangipani tree recently. had to shoo it away over the fence because we’ve got dogs and our littlest dachshund was still a puppy at the time. snake snack sized.

i dont know that i think hyuga and kato are especially superstitious, but i think - due to being more traditional - they have more knowledge about superstitions, so they get where shizuka is coming from when she gets upset about something.

it’d be an interesting take for them to be superstitious tho. like if hyuga won’t sleep with his head facing north or kato gets frustrated if people leave their chopsticks stabbed upright in food. their gang colour is red but they’d be annoyed if you wrote their names in red (japanese grave markers are red).

japanese superstitions are interesting to read about tbh.

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i don’t drink that much either. my mum and brother have little wine and cheese afternoons sometimes when they both get home from work. usually i’m at work at the time since i mostly work afternoons, so i usually miss out on those snacks. annoying. i’d also like to eat cheese!

champagne and white wine are different but i’m not really a fan of either anyway. i’ve had champagne once at my cousin’s wedding. i had two glasses since my brother didn’t really like it, but i dont remember it much. don’t think it was my thing and i just drank it so it didn’t go to waste.

i’ve had alcoholic ice cream! there’s an irish whiskey one and a pina colada one in my freezer rn now that i haven’t finished off yet.

i usually run pretty hot and get sweaty easily. unfortunately didn’t get the ‘feeling cold’ part of hypothyroidism.

if it was so easy to get a girlfriend, i’d have one already but unfortunately it’s next to impossible and i hate dating apps.

i had this shitty cousin and me, him and my brother were all sitting outside at a family christmas party. i accidentally knocked his hat off his chair while goofing around and, when i went to lean over to pick it up, he pushed me out of my chair. i smashed my face on the ground and our patio was made of pebble tec. had to spend a couple hours in the emergency room and get a bunch of sticky stitches in my lip. it’s not overly noticeable if you don’t know about it, but one side of my lip is very slightly bigger than the other side and if i flip it up, you can see white scarring.

i’d never broken a bone until last year. but it’s actually a kind of funny story. we took a vacation to fiji, since my family likes to take one big holiday every other year or so since me and my brother are adults with jobs and can help pay (we’ve been to fiji and new zealand before that). anyway, we were playing mini golf and i went to step down from a looped hole but my ankle gave out and i fell down, slamming my hand open palmed on the concrete edging. i had this big bump on my palm that immediately started bruising and hurt my ankle a bit. i lost my hearing for a couple seconds. since i’m pretty clumsy, my parents didn’t take it that seriously, so i had to walk - limp - back to the hotel since we’d walked to the mini golf course. my mum got me an ice pack and i spent the rest of the day lying in bed with my leg propped up and ice on my wrist and ankle. the next day, my ankle was really swollen and bruised and i had bruises over my elbow. we had a boat trip to go on tho, so we still went and did that since we’d already paid for it. and i spent a few hours walking around on a beach and going on a very uncomfortable glass-bottom boat ride. the next day, we took our first plane home and i didn’t sleep the whole night because of how swollen my ankle was and how much my arm hurt. another plane trip the next day and then we finally went to the emergency room back in my hometown. it took a whole week to actually find out my arm was fractured and they put a cast on, and that was only because my general practitioner took a look at my xrays and saw the break.

so yea. it took three days and two long plane trips to get me to a hospital and then a week to get a cast. i also had a bit of physical therapy because i minorly fucked up a tendon in my foot.

my dad said he told his friends that he felt bad for not taking me seriously, and i said he should feel worse that they all went on and finished their minigolf game.

bat flowers are so pretty. one of my dog’s hates it tho because of the way it moves in the wind. and he’s also an idiot. my mum’s got a pretty decent green thumb, so we’ve got a lot of plants in our backyard that my mum’s been tending to for years, including some cuts she received from her mum and sister.

bee orchids~~ bees~~~~~ aaaa~~~~~~

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he tried to get a background check on the cop and the wife but the cops intercepted the information and switched it around, even changing the picture of the wife’s ‘husband’. i mean, they even got to the father of the boss’ dead friend and got him to lie about the cop being his nephew. so bossman really got fucked over and got the wrong information. he tried! but the cops are apparently competent for once! and now his informant, who had the right information, is dead!

i’ve seen both babysitter movies (samara weaving is so pretty, also seen ready or not, that’s my aussie gal!!) and seen the first two fear street movies but not the third. maya hawke died at the beginning of the first movie tho and i think sadie’s only in the second.

i’m actually a pretty big fan of found footage movies. i know they’re pretty dumb, but i like them. i got really into marble hornets and tribetwelve a few years ago, which are youtube horror args. megan is missing and incantation are good freaky unsettling ones. the paranormal activity movies are good for an easy watch, but the later ones suck. the v/h/s movies are pretty decent, but hit or miss since they’re anthologies. quarantine is a classic and afflicted is a fun vampiric twist on the genre. wi ha joon was actually in a found footage type movie called ‘gonjiam haunted asylum’, which is pretty creepy.

[salem-starlight]

Good Morning Everyone And Happy Wednesday, March 13th, 2024!

Today's National Holidays Are...

National Earmuff Day!

I don't know about you but I love earmuffs any season! And I hear some places are getting snow and colder weather again in a few days like me, so go get your earmuffs!

It's National Good Samaritan Day!

Now, I live in a kinda small town, but we call it a village. Everyone here helps everyone out when we see others in need or distress. I've help people grocery shop when they're handicap and can't. I've put gas in little old ladies cars for them so they don't have to get out. I've taken letters to the post office for the older folks around my Villa. It easy to be a Good Samaritan, someone drops something, pick it up, someone can't reach a shelf you can, grab that for em. Do whatever you can to help someone else today, big or small, they will appreciate your kindness.

It's National Open An Umbrella Indoors Day 🌂

Now, I'm sure most of us have heard the Superstitions that opening an umbrella inside causes bad luck, but here's your day to disprove that! Breaking a mirror or opening an umbrella has never ever caused me bad luck.

It's National Jewels Day!

Yep! Jewels, as in Jewelry and Gemstone! And if you have a special Jewel or piece of Jewelry that you love, today's you day to hang onto it or wear it. I wear a ring that was my grandmother's birthstone.

That's all folks! More Holidays tomorrow because you should celebrate something every day! I hope you all have a great day today, and see you all tomorrow!

[hanqu0kka]

Sorry, I Love You

Pairing: Han Jisung x F!reader

Genre: just tooth-rotting fluff, best friends to lovers

Summary: Jisung knew that being in love with his best friend was a bad idea. It was cliché, but he'd rather suffer in silence than risk losing what you both had. However, everything suddenly changes thanks to one date that went wrong.

Warning: some swearing

Words: 2k

Author's Note: Hey sweeties, how you doing? Here’s another story, I hope you like it! English is not my first language so I’m sorry for any grammar errors. Let me know what you think!

"Oh, come on! Just confess already," Minho argued, turning the bag of chips in his mouth.

"You don't get it. I can't do this," Jisung sighed loudly. "She's my best friend."

“Who you've been in love with for years.” Minho offered the package in his hands to Jisung, but he declined.

Jisung felt too sick to think about eating. Just the thought that you were right now on a date with a boy from your class was enough to make his stomach twist in an unpleasant way.

"It doesn't matter. The last thing I want is to screw up what we both have. She's too important for me to let this happen.”

Minho rolled his eyes, "Wow, you're so dramatic. I feel as if I'm in those stupid teenage movies where the protagonists love each other, but instead of talking about their feelings, they prefer to do all that drama."

Jisung scoffs bitterly, "Yeah, sure! She certainly loves me, that's why she's with another guy right now."

"She's with another guy 'cause you're too much of a coward to say how you really feel," Minho stated, ignoring the death glare he received from his friend. "You know I'm right."

"Whatever." Jisung ran his hands through his hair and dropped his head in a gesture of defeat. "It's already too late."

Suddenly, Jisung's cell phone started ringing, echoing loudly through the room. His heart involuntarily sped up when he saw your name flashing on the screen. A million questions ran through his mind at that moment. Why are you calling him? Are you okay? Has something happened? If that idiot had done something to you...

"Aren't you going to answer?" Minho's voice suddenly snapped him out of his thoughts.

He gripped the phone tighter and accepted the call.

"Hello? Y/n are you okay?”

“Um… Hi, Sung. Are you busy?" Jisung could clearly hear the hesitation in your voice.

“No, I'm not busy at all. Go ahead."

"I thought we were going to see that movie," Minho whispered, offended. Jisung kicked his friend's leg.

“Can you pick me up? I think it's going to start snowing and…” Before you could finish, Jisung was already on his feet, looking for his car keys.

“Of course. I'm on my way. Send me your location over message. Stay in a warm place while you wait for me, okay?”

"Okay. Thanks, Sung."

Jisung ended the call, quickly putting on his shoes.

Minho looked at his friend, confused, "Is everything alright? What happened?"

"I don't know. She didn't sound good.”

"Do you think that guy did something to her?"

"For his own sake, I hope not." Jisung pulled on his sweatshirt and raced towards the door, waving at Minho.

"Take care of her." He heard his friend yell.

While parking the car, Jisung noticed he knew that place. The street was crowded with people strolling calmly, admiring the Christmas decorations in the shop windows. The weather was colder than he expected. He could see his breath condensing right in front of his eyes.

He was walking toward the cozy restaurant that you two usually frequent, when he saw some kids playing in the snow that had started to fall. He smiled happily. But his smile grew even more when he saw you standing near a bench, catching the snowflakes with your hands.

"I thought I told you to wait for me in a warm place." Jisung laughed when he saw you jump in fright.

"You scared me, you idiot!" You exclaimed, bringing your hands to your chest.

"I'm really sorry, my lady," He smirked, bowing his head.

"No, you don't." You rolled your eyes but stopped as soon as you saw what he was wearing. ”Jisung! Are you only wearing this thin sweatshirt?”

He chuckled awkwardly, "Oh, yeah. I didn't know it was this cold."

"What do I do with you?" You sighed, pretending to be disappointed.

You unrolled your scarf and stood on your tiptoes to wrap it around Jisung's neck. He stared at you in surprise, his round eyes wide.

"N-no, you don't need to do this," he stuttered. "You'll get cold.”

"Nah, you need it more than me. Your nose is redder than Rudolph the reindeer's." You giggled, making Jisung's cheeks blush.

"Thanks." He muttered, feeling extremely shy all of a sudden.

Jisung hoped you couldn't hear how fast his heart was beating.

"It's nothing." You took his hand, dragging him down the street. "Now let's get down to business. Ice cream!"

"What?" He shouted in a high-pitched voice. "Now? In this weather?”

"Why not? It's always a good time for ice cream, my dear Watson.”

"Good to know I'm friends with a psychopath."

"Keep teasing me and you're going to be my first victim."

After buying the ice cream, with many protests from Jisung, you decided to walk through a nearby park. All the time, Jisung watches you closely. You looked good, but he knew you better than that.

“So…” He began cautiously. "How was your date?"

"He didn't show up." You said indifferently without taking your eyes off the path.

"What? He stood you up?” He shouted, attracting the attention of a few people passing by.

“Do you want to put this on the news? I don't think Australia has heard you yet.”

"Sorry." He mumbled. “I can't believe that jerk stood you up like that. If I ever see this boy again..."

Jisung clenched his fists in an attempt to contain the rage he was feeling. He didn't understand how anyone could be this insensitive with someone, let alone with someone like you.

"It's okay. It's not worth it."

Jisung stopped abruptly in front of you, blocking your way. He held your shoulders and stared deeply into your eyes. It seemed he was looking straight into your soul. He could have sworn he saw your breathing quicken.

“Are you sure you're okay? You know that dumbass doesn't deserve you, right?”

“I'm fine, Sung. I swear."

“And…” He said, waving his hand in a gesture that showed his displeasure with your answer.

“And… I want more ice cream!” You tried to walk away, but he stopped you, forcing you to remain still.

"Y/n!" Jisung whined, "You know he doesn't deserve you, right?"

"Well, maybe he has a reason for not showing up." You said, trying your best not to show your sadness.

"What are you trying to say?"

"Maybe he just noticed that I'm not that worth it."

You freed yourself from his grip and started walking in the direction you came. You were no longer in the mood to explore the park. The snow was falling more heavily, and the cold was becoming unbearable, not to mention that you didn't have the strength to face the pity in Jisung's eyes.

"Hey!"

You heard it before you felt something cold hit you in the back, making all the air leave your lungs. You turned slowly, trying to process what had happened. It all made sense when you saw Jisung standing there, with an air of indignation, holding a snowball in his hands. He looked like an angry squirrel.

“Aah! How you dare say something like that?” He asked indignantly. “Have you lost your mind? Do you want me to call the asylum to come and get you?”

“Stop being dramatic, I…” Before you could finish, another snowball hit your face. "HAN JISUNG!"

"Oh my God! Sorry, did I hurt you? It wasn't supposed to hit you in the face, I swear. You know my aim is horrible. Y/n? Y/n, please, sorry!” Jisung begged when you started getting closer to him with fury in your eyes.

Maybe he really would be your first victim.

Wasting no time, Jisung starts running desperately. He thought you were the cutest doll that had ever set foot in this world, but when you were angry… You looked exactly like Annabelle.

"I'm sorry!" He yelled.

Jisung believed he was a good runner, but he found out running in the snow wasn't for everyone when he tripped over the roots of a tree hidden by the snow. In the distance, he could hear your cute laugh, causing those damn butterflies to start flying in his stomach.

Well, maybe falling wasn't all that bad after all, he thought.

You approached him, still laughing, "I call this karma."

"Haha, very funny." He grunted.

"Come on, let me help you."

He took your hands, but when you pulled him up, he got up with too much force making you lose your balance. Instinctively, Jisung grabbed your waist and pressed your body against his.

His cheeks, a little red because of the cold, got even redder when he noticed your faces were inches apart.

You two stood there, lost in each other's eyes. Up that close, you could smell his strong cologne that always makes you feel a bit dizzy, see the little mole on his cheek and all his perfect imperfections. Your gaze suddenly fell on his lips.

Carefully, you placed your lips on his. Almost instantly, he was kissing you back. His lips were soft against yours, moving gently and slowly. His hands moved from your waist to your face, cupping your cheeks.

Everything felt perfect until you noticed you were kissing your best friend.

You quickly pulled away. Your heart was beating wildly in your chest, and all you could think about was how you had screwed up everything.

“Sung… I-I…” You felt so lost that you could barely form a single sentence. “Sorry. I shouldn't have…”

"You kissed me." He whispered, stunned.

"I'm sorry…"

"You kissed me." He repeated.

"I…"

"Oh my God, you kissed me!"

Unable to control all the happiness he was feeling, Jisung squeezed your body against him and spin you around, making you gasp. He was smiling so much that his cheeks hurt, but he didn't think he'd ever be able to stop smiling. His best friend, the girl he was head over heels, had kissed him. If he could, he would be setting off fireworks right now.

"I'm so happy," Jisung said, pulling you down. But he suddenly frowns, "Wait, that means you like me too, right? Or... Oh God, I got it all wrong, didn't I?"

You stared at him, stunned, "You like me?"

He nodded sheepishly, not trusting his words at that moment. Jisung wishes the ground would swallow him up, like in Alice in Wonderland. How could he think you would like him? Stupid, stupid, stupid!

"Are you serious? You're not saying that because you feel sorry for me, right? You know, for what happened on the date."

"What? No, of course not." He said without missing a beat. "You're everything to me y/n. You have always been by my side, supporting me and making me a better man. You're the kindest, bravest, funniest, and beautiful person I know. Damn, I think I'm in love with you. No, scratch that. I'm truly, madly, deeply in love with you."

You blushed deeply, with a big smile on your face.

"I love you too, Jisung. I wanted to tell you, but I..."

"You were afraid of ruining what we had," he added.

"Exactly. A little cliché, isn't it?”

"Just a little." He grimaced, making you both laugh. "Minho was right. We just complicated everything in the end."

"I think I just went on this date to distract myself, you know?" You said, absently playing with his fingers. “I think that's why I got so hurt when he didn't show up. I got frustrated. I just wanted to get over my feelings for you, but in the end, there I was, calling you like a fool 'cause I didn't know what else to do.”

"Hey, look at me." He cupped your cheeks tenderly. “It's okay now. I think I have to thank that guy for not showing up. He has no idea what he lost.”

Jisung brought your foreheads together, slowly rubbing his nose against yours.

"Can I call you mine now?" You whispered, afraid to break the moment.

"I've always been yours, baby."

Jisung leaned towards you, but you gently pushed him away.

"That was super cliché." You said, making him roll his eyes.

"Come on. I know you loved it."

"Yeah, I totally did."

"Can I get a kiss now?"

“Um, let me think… Sure.”

You grip his shirt tightly, pulling him close to you before pressing your lips on his in a passionate kiss. Jisung smiled into the kiss, happy to finally have the girl of his dreams in his arms.

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hihi can i request male reader x itto where reader is overwhelmed with all the work he has to do and ends up staying all night finishing and itto like tries to get him to take breaks but ends up forcing reader to take one bc reader won't stop working and is literally not taking care of himself :,)

(sorry college is beating my ass rn aah)

featuring: itto tw: stress, "babe" used as a pet name type: angst (?) to fluff, modern au pronouns used: he/him a/n: back to our regularly scheduled content i'm literally so sorry about whatever the hell that was. anyway this is REALLY CUTE anon ty hehe

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ITTO made a point of not worrying about studying. In his own words, it defeated the purpose because "if i was going to remember what they taught me in class, i would have put it in my memory when they first told me!" This had gotten him into trouble with many an exam.

His philosophy when it comes to bigger projects, however, was surprisingly reasonable. Every time your boyfriend was assigned a project, he tore through it as fast as possible, so somehow, he never got buried with work.

Tonight, you were buried with work. You'd been trying to pace yourself for nearly the entire day, but with class on top of assignment on top of class on top of cup of coffee, you'd quickly become completely exhausted, lying face up on the floor. You stared at the fluorescent lights in the room you shared with Itto, which didn't deign to do anything other than flicker briefly at you in response. You covered your eyes with your arm, letting out a long sigh, when you heard the door to your dorm room open loudly.

"HEEEEEEY!! Guess who's here to help the best boyfriend in the whole wide world with his stupid boring college homework!!"

Itto barged in, grin evident on his face. Despite the colder weather, he was still only wearing his typical tank and cargo shorts. He sniffed, lifting up three plastic bags no doubt filled with goodies.

You reluctantly rolled over onto your stomach and pushed yourself off the floor, gazing at him tiredly. "What'd you get? Instant ramen again?"

"Obviously! And, also," Itto added, closing the door and taking things out of the bags, "i got hawaiian bread rolls, which should be interesting, three different flavors of ice cream, a bunch of crackers, energy drinks, instant coffee, and tylenol. For your headache."

"What?" you concentrated for a second. "Wait, you're right. How did you know I have a headache?"

"Come on, babe, look how scrunched up your eyebrows are. Give yourself a break, okay?" Itto frowned at you and ruffled your head, earning him a huff from you. "You're not gonna get anything done if you're this tired."

"I can't take a break though," you answered stubbornly, "I have about five things due tomorrow and it's already ten pm. If I don't finish this, it's game over for me."

"No, it's not. Listen, if you don't finish everything, it'll be okay. Just look how much stuff you have assigned to you! Nobody should have to do this much work, it's torture! If I had to do all that I just wouldn't."

"Right, which is why I can't take advice from you."

Itto stuck his tongue out at you and flicked your forehead. "Well, if you're not gonna see reason, I guess I'll just have to show you!"

"Huh?" you asked, but you didn't have a chance to add anything else, as Itto has already scooped you up in his arms and plopped you down on the couch in front of the TV. He grabbed a blanket from nearby and draped it around your shoulders. Once you were comfortably situated, he took your laptop and books and put them in the microwave.

"HEY! What the hell are you doing to my stuff!"

"You're going to sit here with me and take a break. If you say even one thing about wanting to work, I'm turning on the microwave."

"Itto! You'll break my computer!"

Itto thought about this for a moment, then reluctantly took your things out of the microwave. "Okay, right. Got it. Just don't try anything, okay? You're relaxing now. It's relaxing time."

You sighed, giving up. It's true that your professors had uploaded an unreasonable amount of work for you to finish. Maybe if you showed the proof to those whose work you hadn't finished yet, they'd understand... in any case, Itto was right. You were overworking yourself, and you needed a break.

You slumped over into the couch, allowing yourself to sink into the cushions. Itto returned from where he'd been putting the food in the fridge earlier, two bowls of ice cream in hand and a pringles tube stuffed into his giant pockets.

"Here," he offered, handing you one of the bowls. "I know I'm not super regular-smart, but I am super you-smart, and I know that right now this is the best thing for you." You took the bowl, nodding, and sunk back into the couch. Itto sat down heavily next to you, splaying out his limbs and putting one arm around you. It was a miracle he didn't spill his ice cream all over his lap.

"Feeling better yet?" he asked, placing a surprisingly gentle kiss on your forehead and slowly squishing you closer to him. It was impossible not to feel better with how close to you he was and how far he'd gone to cheer you up.

"Yeah, I am," you said, giving him a soft, tired smile.

"Good," Itto said, grabbing the TV remote, "now, what do you want to watch? Anything's fine by me, as long as you're here."

[mountswhore]

For mason , sorry I seems to forgot to mention it in the ask lol😊😂

𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐤 — mason mount

summary: you and Mason take Callie to the park after a morning of rain, and decides to get her winter clothes ruined.

notes: reqs are open

1. Little one jumping in puddles wearing rain boots

49. Being unable to stay mad at little one when they give you puppy dog eyes

"Please can we go, mummy?" Callie pleaded, shifting her weight from one foot to another as she jumped eagerly beside you. It was eight in the morning, on one of yours and Mason's only days off, and as much as you wanted to spend all your time with your precious daughter, it was far too early. She was begging to go to the park, and has been since she found out the construction was done. Some stupid teenagers had set alight to one of the tunnels, and a whole reconstruction had to be done to get a new one.

You sighed into your mug, sipping on the heavenly beverage and silently thanking whichever beautiful human created tea. "Cal," you croaked, still waiting to wake up properly, "can you wait until mummy and daddy are awake?"

"You are awake."

Sometimes you hated how quick-witted your daughter was, at such a young age too.

You opened the blinds in the living room, Mason putting his arm over his eyes to hide them from the harsh, sudden light. And to your surprise, you could see droplets on your window. You hadn't heard the rain over the tv that had been on for an hour, Callie waking you both up to put tv on for her. Your heart lifted at the sight, the park was off-limits when it rained.

"Callie," you gasped, lifting her up to look out the window as the hammering rain onto your cars, "it's raining. We can't go to the park when it's raining, can we? You or daddy could fall over, and get hurt." Callie had a pout, her bottom lip sticking out as she'd processed her ruined morning.

"Oi." Mason called out, taking his arm away from his eyes and giving you a playful smirk.

As Callie returned to her show, you cuddled into Mason and continued to drink your tea, glad you didn't have to face the outside just yet. It was getting colder now, meaning you'd have to drag out your beloved winter wardrobe, with the consequences of actual bad weather.

"She's gonna sit by that window until it stops raining, you know that right?" Mason quietly spoke, nudging you with his arm and a smile on his face. He knew his daughter so well, you'd be shocked at how alike they were. You nodded, unfortunately, you did know just how adamant Callie was on going to the park today.

And like the two of your suspected, she was running up to you in the kitchen as you made lunch for the three of you. You and Mason were craving fajitas.

"Mummy," Callie cheered, whilst wrapping her arms around your leg, "the rain has gone away. We can go to the park now." Mason chuckled, Callie running up to him and he'd lifted her into his lap, peppering her forehead with kisses. She did the same exact nose scrunch you did when Mason kissed your face.

Before you knew it, the three of you were in coats, boots, and gloves, taking the short walk over to the park. Callie was holding one of your hands and one of Mason's, skipping happily towards the park. You and Mason were in the midst of a conversation, something about heading to Tesco for dinner, before Callie had let go of your hands and leaped into a large puddle that formed, her strong laugh and the sound of her boots splashing in the water had alerted you both, the three of you laughing together.

You were at the park, sitting on one of the swings and watching Mason hold Callie as she climbed the monkey bars, your heart skipping a beat at how adorably soft Mason was when it came to his little one. He was destined to be a dad. For months before you found out you were having Callie, everyone would ask about when the two of you were having kids, and Mason would always eagerly reply: 'soon, hopefully.' She was definitely tiring him out though, you could see him panting as she came out the other end of the tunnel and looked through to see Mason following her.

You had pulled your phone out, hoping to snap a few pictures of them both, before you heard Mason shout.

"Callie!" He exclaimed, seeing her hands, which had her favourite Trolls gloves on, in the mud by the end of the slide. She was clapping her hands together, droplets of mud falling onto her face and jacket. He approached her, fuse shortening as he now had to deal with a muddy child when they get home, but the moment she looked up at him, it changed.

Her big eyes, the colour just like yours, it was almost as if he were looking into yours. Her fresh face, a small, toothy smile as she stared up at her daddy. He had forgotten why he was so mad, instead bending down to her height.

"Cal," he sighed, taking her gloves off and folding them up like you would socks, "you messy girl, we can't play with mud. It's dirty, and now we have to wash your gloves before school tomorrow." Callie's hands balled into fists at the sudden cold air, and Mason shoved the dirty ones into his pocket, taking his off and putting them over her tiny hands. He'd tucked them into her coat sleeves, so they wouldn't fall off.

"There," he commented, giving her a kiss on the clean spot of her cheek, "nice and warm. Shall we go home? Because mummy looks cold, and we need to go and get some dinner." Callie nodded, hand holding Mason's as they approached you, shivering into your puffer jacket and watching them.

"Can we get the pink milk at the shops?"

"If you behave."

[utoveria]

Some Jade x Ruggie headcanon questions I wanted to do. I don't make headcanons too often so bear with me (I have a jaderuggie agenda to spread)

1: Who sleeps in the other’s lap?

Ruggie falls asleep in Jade's lap when he's super tired. When he does Jade pets his ears as he sleeps. If Jade is reading outside in the garden somewhere, his lap is free real estate.

2: Who walks around the house half-naked and who yells at them to put on some clothes?

Since Jade keeps mentioning that clothes are still fairly weird to him, I think he has off days where he's not neat and doesn't wear much around his place. When Ruggie visits he tells him to put something on especially if its colder lol

3: Which one tells the other not to stay up all night and which one stays up all night anyway?

Ruggie keeps telling Jade to get some sleep, since I feel he might work the latest, but Jade still stays up way past when Ruggie has passed out waiting for him.

4: Which one constantly wears the other’s clothes?

Ruggie "borrows" Jade's clothes from time to time. It's really obvious cause he drowns in them (even more than he does in Leona's hand me downs). Jade thinks it's cute but does require "compensation".

5: If they were about to rob a museum, which one does backflips through lasers and which one is strolling behind with a bag of chips?

Its funnier to think that Jade might get into the whole thing and show off, while Ruggie walks behind munching on snacks and being like you're doing great 👍

6: Which one likes to surprise the other with a lot of small random gifts?

I think Ruggie does in hopes he'll get something better lol maybe they'd have a system for trading gifts equally.

7: Which one gives the other their jacket?

Jade cause he can handle the cold a lot better. Ruggie would do the whole act of oh noo I'm so cold 🥺. On the other hand it'd also be funny if Jade was like 'well I can't control the weather' in hopes that Ruggie would try to snuggle up to him.

8: Who keeps getting threatened by the other’s overprotective older sibling?

I think Floyd would do it for the kick of it, once or twice while it's fun, while being semi but not really serious. On the other hand I like the idea that Leona might silently glare at Jade in the beginning, a type of "you better not try anything" since he doesn't like dealing with octavinelle, cause I like to think that he watches out for Ruggie occasionally.

9: Which one types with perfect grammar and which one types using numbers as letters?

Jade with perfect grammar and Ruggie with numbers and slang. I think Ruggie would be a more casual texter, while Jade would keep with the politeness. Jade does the 1 paragraph text, while Ruggie does lots of short messages in succession. (Though it would be cute if Jade used emoticons and such)

10: Who gets attacked by a bully and who protects them?

I think people might underestimate Ruggie due to stature if they don't know him, and he can kick their ass on his own, but if it happens when they're together Jade would do some "talking" to the bullies (or they both fuck their shit up, power duo).

11: Who makes the bad puns and who makes a pained smile every time the other makes a pun?

Jade with the puns cause he loves seeing Ruggies annoyed face.

12: Which one competes in some sort of activity and which one does the overzealous cheering?

I think that Ruggie would the embarrassing bf lol maybe in flying class if Jade has to do a test of some kind, Ruggie just cheers him on more so to tease him lol

13: Who takes a selfie when the other one falls asleep on their shoulder?

Both do and both use it to tease each other.

14: Who has the most nightmares, and who sings them back to sleep after?

I think Ruggie has worse nightmares due to Leona's ob, so Jade would sing him to sleep to calm him down. On the other hand Jade would also get nightmares but he's less open about them, but Ruggie would do what he can to soothe him without asking too much.

15: Which one holds the umbrella over both of them when it rains?

Jade cause it's the gentlemanly thing to do, also the height makes it easier. Sometimes I think he might tease Ruggie and make him do it, tho it winds up getting them both wet since he has to slouch.