#It can be rough if you scrub super hard like I do; but if you don’t it probably won’t be as harsh

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Real luffa smells amazing omg

[allzelemonz]

Developing Powers: Clark Kent X Male Reader

Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘boy’ and ‘man’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: M/Mentions of sexual situations, nudity Warnings: Characters are the same age, high school aged characters, awkward teenagers, pillow fights, farm boys being farm boys, showers, cold showers, accidental peeping Tom, mentions of masturbation Summary: Clark’s developing powers complicate things when his best friend stays over the weekend.

Clark’s pillow hits your head and you fall backwards onto his bed with a grunt. Before you can react, he’s on top of you with his hands pressing you down on your chest as he laughs in victory.

“Not fair, Kent.” You huff, struggling to reach for your pillow.

He grins, grabbing your wrist. “You started it.”

A knock prompts you both to look past the foot of Clark’s bed to the door. Pa Kent stands in the doorway, laughing lightly. “You boys are supposed to be in bed, lots of work in the morning.” He looks down at you. “And I won’t have your father thinking I ruined your work ethic, young man.”

Clark moves off of you. “Just messing around, Pa.”

“I know.” He smiles. “But I let him sleep over so you two could get to work early.”

“We’ll go to bed, sir.” You say, sitting up. “Sorry if we were being loud.”

“Just get your showers and get in bed, boys.” He turns to you. “We milk our cattle early, up by four.”

You nod. “Yes, sir.”

Pa Kent gives one last fatherly point before he closes the door and his footsteps creak over the floor towards his and Ma Kent’s room.

Clark tosses you a towel, hitting you square in the head as he giggles. “You can go first.”

You stand, giving his shoulder a light shove as you grab your backpack and disappear into the hall. Clark giggles to himself, just happy Pa agreed to let you stay the night to help with farmwork over the weekend. He flips through his homework packet, trying to find the energy to actually read the questions. He doesn’t. It’s Friday, his best friend is staying over, math homework can wait. He tosses the packet onto his desk, writing a note to do it on Sunday. With any luck, his developing super-speed applies to his math processing too.

When Clark looks up, he nearly jumps out of his skin. He can see you. His x-ray vision has slipped before and he’s been practicing his control on it, but it’s never caused him to glance up and see his best friend naked. Not just naked either, naked with water dripping over your skin and absolutely no limbs obstructing his view of your hanging dick.

Clark’s face turns bright red and he slaps his hands over his eyes. His skin has turned hot and his heart is beating a mile a minute. Sure, he’s been in a locker room with you and you’ve used urinals around each other but he’s never got such a full frontal in his life, there’s always been a wall or arm or folding pants in the way. Clark takes deep breaths, trying not to think, but when he looks back in the direction his eyes peer through without control. His breath hitches, he nearly chokes, watching your hands run over your dick. It's just scrubbing, just washing, but Clark’s mind wanders to images of you alone in your bedroom and he has to bury his face into the pillows of his bed to get his head back.

He’s sweating, face hidden in his pillow as he tries to breathe. He shouldn’t think about his best friend like that, he shouldn’t even be able to see you through the stupid walls. When Clark catches his breath and shifts to sit up, he freezes. The cotton of his boxers rubbing with the rough denim of his jeans, all making sparks of sensitivity shoot down to his toes by shifting against his now hard dick. Clark wants to scream. He just got hard at the mere thought and sight of his best friend touching himself.

The water shuts off and Clark scrambles to grab his stuff, holding it in front of himself as you walk out. His heart skips as you do, your hair still a bit wet and the pajamas clinging to your body from only just being put on.

You stop, looking at him strangely. “Uh, you okay?”

Clark nods, trying to hide his flushed face. “Mhm, yeah, just really need the shower.”

He rushes past you, disappearing into the hall. He closes the bathroom door behind him, breathing heavily as he tries to clear his head again. When the thoughts remain, Clark turns the water on cold and closes his eyes. The water washes over him, helping his erection die down in the icey temperature.

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s4 episode 6 thoughts

today's adventure with our favorite agents didn't really do a lot for me but. at least it wasn't super sad? so let's go? i guess?

liveblog begins NOW!

this episode sounds like it is gonna make me squeamish. extremely so. and also i just read the rest of the episode descriptions for the season and i’m sad so i really hope this is SOMEHOW a happy one. hey, listen, it’s possible!

author’s note: sometimes i hate being right. sometimes i hate thinking, boy, this sure looks like it’s gonna make me feel lightheaded, and it does.

oh, how i look forward to diving into the fluff fic recommendations from my last post…. <3 

but we must suffer through canon, no?

we open with someone about to undergo some liposuction, a thing i have never wanted to see. the patient is being wheeled in and the doctor is being informed of what kind of appointment he has next. the doctor is really really scrubbing his hands to the point i thought he was shaking and OH! his hands are very bloody. oh. i do not think that is clean. 

oh god i’m in for a rough ride this episode aren’t i, i realize as we see him bleed through his gloves and begin the surgery. OHHHHH an incision. I AM NOT LOOKING I AM NOT LOOKING. i am looking a little OUGH is THAT what this procedure looks like from the doctor’s end??? oh my gosh. oh man. the… sucking…

deep breathing.

the nurse goes to see a different patient and explains she doesn’t know where the doctor is. the doctor is… currently REALLY going ham on the sucking. WHAAAA we see the blood fill up the tube and oh man i’m not joking like straight up being so honest w you i can feel my body growing faint. i actually did not look at the screen until the intro because that was too close for me. and yes i understand he was….um. going TOO hard.

oh mein gott… the things i do for these two agents….

save me intro. save me pretty picture of scully. and that scene where they burst in with the guns and flashlights. save me.

okay. i’ve regained most of my feeling in my head. now the doctor is here, very sorrowfully explaining how he was watching himself do those things without having any control over it.

ah, he is speaking to mulder, who suggests that it may be spirit or demon possession. 

so mulder and scully are here talking to the doctor, but the lawyer says he did NOT want mulder talking to him lmaooo. 

scully asks what meds he’s taking and the lawyer again shuts them down. rude as hell. she wants to know about his sleeping pills. let her doctor as needed tf

oh…. scully going straight into a detailed explanation of how his medication worked <3 i just love her… this is why i suffer through the fat sucking (which has now occurred multiple times??)

why is mulder eyeing this nurse. don’t think i didn’t notice that…

this doctor was taking more than a sleeping pill a day, and she says it has controversial effects, so maybe that could make a guy do such a thing. it’s a good start to a theory.

she seems mad as hell that this space is being used for cosmetic surgery and not as a hospital and i love that she has some righteous rage going on there… let her save some damn lives!! 

“everyone’s doing it… or so i’ve heard” <- the thought of mulder getting plastic surgery is so silly… like is he not already the most gorgeous fellow alive

mulder’s on the floor looking at some weird marks and drawing a pentagram in the victim’s blood. average behavior for a guy like him. not convincing to scully, however.

scary facts with scully: deaths due to doctor's errors are upwards of 80,000 a year! that’s horrific and for my own sanity i’m not going to google how those stats have changed 

“i don’t think it’s a simple possession, scully, i think it’s sorcery or black magic or something like that” (said with his hands on his hips in the standard mulder pose) love him so bad…. please recite to me the different levels of magic in order of complexity

they run into the nurse who was on call at the time the sucking incident went down, and she is like idk how it could happen… but when mulder tells her the doctor is claiming he was possessed, she says “i guess it’s cheaper than malpractice insurance” LMAO i like her… don’t tell me she was the one doing the sorcery or something, let us have one nice side character who makes it out alive 

(author's note: ...)

then the agents try to talk to a doctor, but she says the patient can’t wait, which sparks more scully bitterness. mulder is watching the surgery stream. weird fellow

cutscene to a table with a conspicuous pentagram on it. someone is saying they need to keep calm. it seems they are the doctors at the facilities?

okay, so another procedure is going on. the patient says she’s getting a skin peel but the nurse is putting LEECHES ON HER?? man what the hell is going on here. and it’s the nice nurse who is doing it too 😭😭😭

mulder is making faces in the mirror now, seeming to mull the possibility of getting rhinoplasty over LMAOOO but scully knocks at his door… it’s video time!! woohoo, pop that bad boy in the VHS player!!

aww, it’s not a fun time video. it’s the video of the killing, and mulder claims to see a pentagram. scully is gagged that the doctor stabbed/sucked the dude to death, but i’m choosing to focus here on her beautiful freckles…..

he’s saying that a pentagram is for protection, so it wouldn’t even make sense, BUT “it does make sense that witchcraft or black magic would find a theater in a place like this, preying on the weak and vainglorious” <- woah... he's a philosopher

get yourself a man who can explain the positive connotations of pentagrams and other nerd stuff with 100% sincerity

oh my god, mulder is sitting on the bed and looking up at scully here, and i need it FRAMED. do you know the scene i’m talking about? i’d give you the time stamp if i had it. the way he’s looking at her…. oh my goodness... my heart. 

the stomach pills the doctor was taking had an ingredient used in hexing rituals. live scully response: “well, if it’s that simple, why don’t you put out an APB for someone riding a broom and wearing a tall black hat?” <- LMAOOOO get his ass

he scrunches up his nose at this comment and oh my gosh. oh… i want to hold this grown man.

BUT he is saying the ritual might not be over yet, while he stares up at her so adoringly, and man… i’m so sensitive 

okay back to the hospital, where this shady coalition of doctors seems to be debriefing. the nurse is there, who i am now suspicious of for engaging in leech-related activities. 

oh! one of the other doctors went into a patient’s room and started burning their face with a laser. luckily, this is visually unrealistic enough for me to not nearly faint this time.

so this doctor who did the face lasering- dr. ilaqua- is now being seen by scully. and he is on the same sleeping medication as the first guy!!!

back at a computer, mulder is looking at before and after rhinoplasty pictures. NO... i love his nose… he had BEST NOT DO A DAMN THING to it. and he’s holding a pencil up to test how straight his nose is and MY MAN. STOP. you are beautiful. who told you otherwise. i love his nose.........

oh! the leeches were used to make a pentagram on the victim’s body. this is not a good sign.

this creepy panel of doctors is meeting again when the agents arrive and do not give a fuck about their meeting. yes!! more agents walking into places without knocking!!! it is my favorite! it sustains me!

scully says she’s sorry to barge in but it’s a matter of urgency whilst not looking sorry in the slightest. which suits her!

and one of the doctors- dr. franklyn- is explaining that there were similar deaths 10 years ago… and they’re pinning the blame on the nurse!!! saying she was there 10 years ago and just transferred back in!!!

i do not believe it in the slightest that if she IS involved in this, she is doing it on her own. but the doctor says she left early. where to?

well, the camera takes us to go do some creepy chanting, of course! in a room filled with candles and statues and jewelry. and she’s naked i think too which is a risk around so many open flames. okay and now some hair is being cut. but it’s not the nurse who is doing the chanting nor the trimming. whoever it is seems to be falling asleep. 

the agents are here, and it is dark, and they are not messing around. they are going to this creepy house. with a cat meowing and a broom on the steps! i see what you did there.

mulder jokes that the broom gives them probable cause LMAO and then he starts to open the door as if it actually does… only to find a pentagram!!! dun dun DUUUUN!

it’s kicking the door down time, a good time in my opinion. where they hold the flashlight in one hand and the gun in the other… yeah. always a showy move. never gets old.

oh no!! scully finds the ritual space!! what could she have been doing in here?, she asks... girl i think you know damn well lmao

dr. franklyn from the council is coming home to his mansion… and his lights won’t turn on. that’s suspicious. that’s weird. 

it’s very very quiet as he goes into his bathroom… AND FINDS SOMETHING WRITTEN ON BLOOD IN THE WALL!!

it looks like latin which i sadly cannot read :(

well, it could be blood OR lipstick, all things considered

and the tub is flowing with blood which is not a welcome sight. as he stares at his reflection like narcissus, something LEAPS out and GETS HIM!! so now there is a very bloody person loose in his house!!

he goes to call 911 but gets put on hold… as this person is going to TOWN on him with a knife. 

the agents roll up and we see that it is the NURSE who is covered in the blood and just did the stabbing!!!! she says she needs to be let go, but i’m not gonna lie, i think that would be a very bad idea. mulder wants to chat. she’s saying she’s trying to stop “them”, but they’re too powerful… and then she… chokes up needles?? oh. and blood. 

scully says get her in surgery NOW and also i’m going with her to the ER. while mulder looks at all the pins on the ground from her insides and then PICKS ONE UP???? the germs…..

so dr. franklyn got away and is being stitched up by one of the other doctors. they are not seeming to be enjoying the witchcraft theory. mulder watches dr. franklyn lay down in his bed and then when he leaves he starts to levitate!!!! what!!! and he’s smiling while doing this!!!

who are these weirdos…

it’s 3:40 AM and mulder has his demon books out, but really he’s looking at himself again in the mirror. bro is insecure and it’s making me sad. 

a knock at the door. scully!! at nearly 4 am. “god, you look tired”, says mulder, in a way that expresses concern rather than being mean. and she actually doesn’t look tired at all because it’s TV, but i’ll suspend my disbelief again. 

anyway, the nurse died from throwing up hundreds of pins. but how did they get IN there…

it has to be allotriophagy, says mulder, consulting his witchcraft encyclopedia! when you’re possessed and cough up strange and horrible things! which i shall use as an excuse next time i need to call in sick to work.

he stole the book from the nurse’s house, and also a calendar, where he found april 30th starred. and he explains it is one of the “four greater witches’ Sabbaths”, a natural thing for an FBI agent to know! /s

oh get this… the high holy days correspond to the birthdays of the victims!!! so that would be a good way to predict who is next.. but mulder says the nurse was trying to protect them with the pentagram, and she must have known something about dr. franklyn!!

so the doctors are talking about having a good thing going and people trying to take it away… i guess they're all in on this?

dr. franklyn has another procedure coming up, but the other doctor is like no dude you look terrible and you can’t mess this up, we'll get shut down, i’m doing it 

and gasp!! there is a patient going in that was born on one of the holy days!!! and that patient is going into surgery right now!

OH MY GOSH HE BURNED HER FACE OFF. THERE IS NO FACE LEFT. WHAT. WHAT DID I JUST SEE. 

so now they’re talking to another doctor, dr. shannon. they’re talking about how they successfully covered up the death cases from 10 years ago because they have made a TON of money doing plastic surgery. she says 4 patients died and a doctor named dr. cox worked himself to death. hmm...

mulder says to run dr. cox's photo through a cosmetic program… and it makes dr. franklyn… woah… spoooooky……

now we hear some labored scraping as dr. franklyn is doing knife twisting. carving… something. very sweatily. gross.

mulder’s theory is that dr. cox killed those patients in order to become dr. franklyn through some blood sacrifice to make himself pretty. i mean... did it work? let’s discuss. he looks fine, but not "i killed four people to look this good" fine.

now he’s getting some more tools… and he’s hurting the other doctor, dr. shannon!! with his mind! he didn’t even touch her!

mulder is at dr. franklyn's house with scully and they have their guns. god they’re beautiful. and she’s standing on a pentagram!! that has been inverted!!! 

“they represent the goat of lust attacking heaven with its horns”, he says about the pentagram <- he’s SUCH a nerddddd omfggg

and he wrote in all the names of the patients he killed in his carving!! including dr. shannon!!! uh oh...

and they’re bringing dr. shannon in for surgery, saying she swallowed something.

dr. franklyn is…. cutting into his scalp. i am not looking so don’t worry. 

mulder says do not let them operate on dr. shannon!!!!

oh my goodness, franklyn is just. cutting into his face. and i’m not looking but i am HEARING. the noises that are being produced.

they’re cutting into shannon and bleh. blehhh.

scully bursts in and says stop the surgery NOW!! and they’re all, who tf are you, get out of here!!! but she says i am a DOCTOR you need to LISTEN TO ME!! i love when she does that!

mulder is on the prowl for dr. franklyn. and he sees that he made a pentagram in blood. OH MY GOD HE CUT HIS OWN FACE OFF?? and left it there like a snake shedding it’s skin 😭😭

they pulled a ton of surgical instruments out of dr. shannon… so mulder says franklyn must have failed to complete his ritual….

but he managed to kill some other person who was born on halloween…. okay, that wasn’t a happy ending….

OH! dr. franklyn has a NEW FACE and is now getting a job in LA!

so… he’s just gonna… keep doing successful surgeries for 10 years and then take a little break to go on a killing spree, get a new face, and dip?

well. at least he sticks to a schedule?

um. okay. so what am i thinking here….

well, i did nearly faint many times. i am not looking forward to editing my notes and reliving that. i do not think this is an episode i would give a rewatch based on how i reacted to it.

but, the last few episodes have been super dark, and this one somehow felt… lighter? despite everything. we got some jokes in there and some silly time. and even if it ended on a “oh no, he’s still out there!” reveal, it was somehow less emotionally draining than the last few. 

was it ridiculous? yes. but was it also kind of refreshing after the last two episodes? also yes! which i think is a testament to how dark things have been rather than the quality of this episode. 

it was fine. it didn’t really do a whole lot for me. i mean, interesting to think of plastic surgery as devil worship, i guess, but potentially a reductive take. idk. i guess i don’t really spend a lot of time thinking about these things. 

things i DID like in this episode: that conversation mulder had with scully, where he was sitting on the bed looking up at her like he was going to ask for her hand in marriage or to be best friends forever and ever or talk about the meaning of being alive or some similar topic. it was so terribly tender. also, facts with scully! tell me about controversial drugs!! and mulder, tell me about the symbolism of a pentagram! i love these nerds! that was kind of it, though.

it was an episode. an episode with some good things and some meh things. that’s sort of par for the course. just… next time, less surgery. please. for me?

[sweaterkittensahoy]

Ooh! Ooh! Fic prompt! How Bubbles and Croz became friends/fell in love!

Bubbles had to work SO HARD to make it clear to Croz that he liked him.

It's not that Croz thinks he's unlikable or too dorky to have friends. He's friendly and truly has confidence along with anxiety. But they're in training. And he scrubbed out of pilot training in less than 13 hours (more than some, honestly).

So, like, he really wanted to be ...cool?... enough to be a pilot, but nope. And he'll go for navigator. Sure. He's always been good with math like this.

But also, his ego's a little bruised. He'll be fine, but it makes him more likely to believe the meanest things his brain wants to say.

And, like, he was definitely used as a cheat sheet by some other kids in high school, and the first friend he made in college tried to plagiarize off him.

So, here's this guy who everyone loves because he's a total sweetheart, and he didn't notice Harry at first because Harry's tucked into himself, but suddenly he's talking to Croz and trying to ask him questions about their assignments.

And Croz is just a bit wary. Who is this guy. Where did he come from? What's he trying to get?

And then he sees how GOOD Bubbles is at their exercises, and he's flabbergasted. What's this guy's DEAL? What's he trying to do??

Hey, Croz, you maybe want to talk to your friends about any of this? No? You're just gonna hold all those thoughts in your head and say nothing because it's pretty fucking classic of overthinkers to think no one wants to hear their thoughts.

(Cannot stress enough, this is just anxiety. Lots of people would talk Croz through this a hundred times if he needed it because they love him.)

Anyway, finally, Croz snaps when they get teamed up for an assignment, and he stares at this Joe guy and goes, "Okay. Why are you constantly trying to talk to me?"

And Bubbles just stares and goes, "Um. Cause I like you? You're funny. You're smart. We've got friends in common, and I think you're even better at this math than me. I just think you'd be nice to know."

Crosby's honest confidence comes to the forefront and takes the measure of this guy. "Hey," he says to Crosby's yelling brain. "HEY. THIS GUY SEEMS LEGIT."

And that's it. The "go" light in Crosby's brain snaps on and boom. Instant friendship. It's especially potent because rather than saying, "oooh, that's rough" when Crosby brings up the same lingering thought for a fifth time, he says things like, "Hey, we talked about this. Maybe you need a nap." Or "That's still bothering you? That stinks. You wanna go to a movie?"

Like, turns out Bubbles is just a natural Crosby-distractor. He will offer a diversion to Crosby's loud brain, and it turns out, that's what Crosby needs. Someone who will listen to his irrational fear for the ninth time and go, "Oh, yeah, you mentioned that. Wanna go to the zoo?"

Over time, the lingering thought is that Croz wants to kiss Bubbles. But he can't say that one. Because the person he can say it to who would find a way to distract him is Bubbles. And. Well. He doesn't wanna be distracted like that.

Lucky him, they have a particularly hard assignment one night that keeps them up super late, and Bubbles knows Croz well enough to go, "Your predictions are shit because your brain's elsewhere. What's going on?"

And Croz blurts out, "I keep wanting to kiss you. For. Like. Days. Weeks. Maybe a month."

And Bubbles grins and says, "Oh, hey, I know the fix for this." And they kiss.

[kny-agere]

hi! do you think you could please write a little muichiro and caregiver genya drabble? i cant think of anything super specific, so maybe mui is crying and genya comforts him? whatever you think fits, yk? id love to see what u come up with! :)

feel free to get to this whenever! or if u dont feel like writing it, thats ok too! your work is truly amazing!! :3 /gen

Thank youuu omg!! you are so sweet ily :) Hope uou enjoy this

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Genya, as much as he wanted to love all aspects of Muichiro, struggled to care for the boy. He felt too awkward, often fumbling with simple tasks like cradling Tokito or laying him down to rest. After so many years of being in Demon Slayer the gentler parts of himself had been left behind. While he tried to insist that someone else could do a better job, one of the hashira or even Tanjiro, he was rebuffed. Muichiro insisted that he trusted Genya to do this.

The compromise was that the older man could sit and watch while Tokito played by himself. On some days if he felt particularly confident he would approach him softly and offer a bit more attention. Genya always felt flustered in a way that was unfamiliar to his unusual anxiety. Though he was generally softer than before, when regressed Tokito got even more gentle. He felt like he was too harsh for any of that.

But watching him was still nice. Muichiro smiled a lot more now. His movements weren’t strung with the usual gracefulness of a hashira.

Today he seemed a little tired maybe. Genya thought it was hard to tell. He thought about asking the boy several times, pushing himself back each time. Just sitting on the couch felt too awkward now.

When Tokito rebuilt and knocked down the same tower for the third time in a row Genya finally moved forward. He was hesitant still, and stopped a few feet away. “Are you doin’ ok? You seem, ah- tired.” The man cringes when his voice sounds so rough. He can’t manage a softer tone even if he tried.

“ ‘m fine.” Muichiro’s words are clipped and short. He says it in a very much not fine tone. When Genya tries to view him Tokito shifts subtly.

“Well I can talk if you want…”

“I don’t want to.” Tokito sounded almost as harsh as he had when he was stricken with amnesia. It was a stark shift from his current typical attitude.

After his mouth opened and shut a few times Genya tool a knee next to his friend. He’s still faced with Muichiro’s back. It’s a bit of an awkward pause while he searches for any words to say.

Apparently he takes too long to gather a response. Muichiro tosses the block across the room, where it leaves a large crack in the wall. “Go away!” He still refuses to turn around at all. Fists slam into the ground several times.

The older man is still frozen. Mouth half open he settles back onto his ass. When Tokito lets out another angry grunt Genya is prompted to move. Muichiro allows him to draw close and settle a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Hey I’m sorry. Are you ok?”

Angry tears come out from the corner of his eyes. The beautiful teal irises are surrounded by a slight red tinge. “I’m sorry too. I-I didn’t mean ta yell.” He still can’t manage to look the other man in the eye.

“Oh well, it’s fine I guess.”

He lets out a weird little mewl, something that’s not quite a sob. “Can I please-“ Tokito reaches for Genya. As soon as he leans towards the older man warm arms wrap around him.

Genya pets his hair awkwardly, grimacing whenever his fingers get interrupted by a small tangle. “S-sorry, um, what’s wrong?”

Another sniffle. “It’s stupid.”

“I don’t care- or I mean that it’s probably not stupid.”

Muichiro looks at the floor. He leans against the man’s chest and tries to stabilize his breathing. “I just, um, I wish you would take care of me more. But you said you didn’t want that, so it’s fine. It’s not your problem to deal with.” He keeps scrubbing at his eyes until the insides are sore.

“I don’t mind it.” His answer is a bit surprising. “But I’m not very good at this kinda sh- stuff, y’know?” Is it appropriate to swear? Muichiro does often, but not in this state. “You could probably find someone better.”

Tokito lets out another frustrated huff. “Stop saying things like that! I told you I don’t care. I jus’ like being with you.” He tugs at Genya’s shirt while also trying to curl in closer.

“Right, sorry.” The older man is still stuck doing the repetitive motions through his hair. “Maybe I can try, uh- sittin’ closer or something. I dunno it’s whatever.”

“You don’t have to.” Tokito wilts like he’s forced Genya into this. “I didn’t mean ta cry. It’s fine.”

“I want to, ok? I like being there for you.” Muichuro’s been alone for far too long. He doesn’t know if the boy is bothered by it, but it still makes Genya happy to see him with company. Little fingers worm closer to his sides.

“Thank you.”

[cptsadist]

Cap! How would a bath with the boys be like?

And if they kidnap you who will treat you better? (If I'm been honest i don't see neither Jet and Seiren kidnaping someone they are too sweet for that)

Bathtime with the Boys!

💜TRANCE💜: Trance will absolutely pamper you! He would take a super long bubble bath with you, and play some music. You guys will probably be in there for hours and he'll wanna wash you and take his time. He also has a big bathtub so there's a lot of room for moving around

📷EGON📷: Egon would probably want to wash you himself, like kneeling outside the tub. But sometimes he would want to bathe with you. He won't let you do anything yourself, he wants to do all the cleaning himself. It'll be quiet, but he'll be surprisingly gentle but thorough.

🌌SEIREN🌌: Seiren would be really embarrassed the whole time and would be even more flustered anytime you touched him, he would probably just sit in place and try to keep himself covered.

💀WRAITH💀: There will be water all over the floor. He'll want to roughhouse and he might try to drown you, but he'll say he was just joking and tease you for choking on water.

🖱JET🖱: Jet would probably be all over the place and accidentally make a mess. If you don't wanna use his 3-in-1, being your own stuff and take the chance to scrub him down. He's not necessarily dirty or whatever, he just doesn't focus much on self care. He'll just talk the entire time tho.

💉HAUER💉: If you can get Hauer to bathe with you, you're lucky. He'll play some classical music and probably have a glass of wine and he will ask for complete silence. He may watch you as you clean yourself, but if you try to clean him without permission, he'll get pissed and kick you out of the tub.

🖤RALPH🖤: Ralph takes up the entire tub because he's so big. He doesn't like showers at all, but he doesn't really clean himself, so he'll just lay there and let you clean him. If you tell him what to do and walk him through it, he'll try to clean you too!

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Will treat you the best to treat you the worst:

🖱Jet: Will not kidnap you! (You were right on that one!)

🌌Seiren: Will also not kidnap you! (Also right!)

🖤Ralph: Will keep you and try to take care of you if Hauer lets him, and he'll try his best to be good!

💜Trance: If he decides to keep you, he'll treat you really will! He'll make sure you're taken care of and he'll love on you and give you so much affection. You just have to deal with Egon being very protective over him, and also Wraith being a nosy bastard.

📷Egon: You'll have to get through some rough parts first. He won't treat you really well, but if you can survive his torment and you still keep his interest, he'll take care of you....to the point that he's almost obsessed. You won't be able to leave the house or talk to anyone else, he always has to know where you are. Also, hope you like being filmed....a lot.

💀Wraith: Wraith is a massive sadist (fun fact, my user is actually a nickname I gave him years ago!) and he doesn't care much if people have limits. Plus, he'll want Egon to join in on his "fun" so you'll have two crazy bastards to deal with.

💉Hauer: Bastard. If he decides you're worth keeping, he will condition you through drugs and abuse, make you submit to him and be obedient and follow his commands. He'll use fear to get you to listen to him, and he will often experiment on you and get real deep into your personal information. He also is a diagnosed sociopath, so he has a very hard time with feelings of empathy and he doesn't really see the harm in his actions. He will have little regard for you, but you may be lucky and if he doesn't need to force you to comply, he may just like you a lot more.

[gingeragenda]

Happily Ever After

[I started watching The Decameron and remembered Amar Chadha Patel existed and that I’d wanted to write some Madmartigan/Thraxus set between movie and series but was unwilling to diss Sorcha so was setting up this whole ethical non monogamy situation for them and by the time I was done with that the show was cancelled and I never got round to writing the actual smut 😭]

HERE IT IS:

The thing about happy endings is that, you know, nothing actually ends? Life continues. You can have smiles and fancy new outfits and even a wedding or whatever but then things just… carry on. And you have to live it. Every day, with the actual being married and not in mortal danger stuff. That’s why fairy tales cut out after the I dos I guess.

So you’re married, and it’s great and everything. I mean there’s all the sex that you’re like allowed and no one’s angry husband or wife is going to show up all super pissed off even because you are the husband and wife. It’s all legit and above board. Awesome, right?

Right. But then maybe as the days go by and there’s all that mundane every day stuff to deal with, like a realm to rule or whatever and ominous prophecies to try to put to the back of your mind and really high priority, vital as fuck babies to work out how to keep safe… ok those aren’t the best examples of the daily grind. But life continues is my point and the wedding is over and the honeymoon is definitely over and you have to ask yourself, is mutual mid-battle lust a strong basis for a lasting relationship? Because life is continuing and you love each other, sure, and I mentioned the sex already right? But is it enough?

***

Scritch, scritch, scritch goes the scrubbing brush against the hard stone floor of the throne room. It’s not the only sound, but it fights its way over the top of the general hubbub of subjects awaiting an audience with their benevolent Queen nevertheless. Even over the top of the totally valid, but totally boring, complaint of the very earnest farmer guy who’s been nominated by his village to come speak on their behalf. Scritch, scritch, scritch. Sorsha is doing an awesome job of looking suitably interested and caring. She’s so great. She’s so great at this. This whole being Queen of thing. Nailing it big time. Madmartigan not so much. Why does he even have to be here? He’s not king. He’s not even a decent consort/advisor guy. He has nothing to offer here except trying to look appropriately regal-adjacent and responsible and what not. Scritch, scritch, scritch. But it’s hard not to fidget, and he really misses at least having a sword sheathed at his side so he could rub fingers over the pommel and… but Sorsha won’t let him any more just because it gives off threatening vibes or whatever. Threatening! If he was trying to be threatening oh boy they’d know it. Probably, as long as he didn’t fall over or something. She’s right though, of course, as always, it’s not the right look for peaceful kingdom open door audience with the Queen time. Scritch, scritch, scritch. Fuuuck, why does the serving wench have to do this now. Is this whole deal not torturous enough? That’s not fair either, who is he to complain about how the servants go about performing their endless drudgery. Servants. Pretty wild for someone used to roughing it on the road. He’s lucky. He’s lucked out big time. He needs to stop being a bitch and just fucking deal with it. The whole giant castle complete with servants thing might not be new to Sorsha, but he knows that before they defeated Bavmorda her warrior-princess lifestyle still had more in common with his mercenary days than this being a Queen political bullshit, but she has adapted. Just more evidence of how great she is and how much he sucks. The villager guy is still droning on, and there she is looking every bit the… huh. Ok, wow, this is a first, the facade is down, his totally beautiful and brilliant wife has been defeated by this guy, she is no longer managing to look even remotely interested in complexities of provincial grain distribution policy! Ha! That is one seriously glazed over look. She must be just as bored as he is, what’s she even looking at? He tries to subtly follow her eye line to… scritch, scritch, scritch? 

Now he’s focused on the person rather than just the sound, it occurs to Madmartigan that his imagination had filled in a sort of generic old washerwoman type but the woman his wife is currently eyeing is anything but. She is lithe and nubile and that hands and knees scrubbing motion is doing some seriously fascinating things to her boobs and her ass and he darts a quick, guilty glance back to Sorsha because he does not want to be in trouble for looking, but she does not seem to be even remotely aware of him. In fact, now he thinks about it, that is not a glazed-bored look at all, that is a glazed-fucking-horny look if ever he saw one and he should know! 

Well scritch fucking scritch. What the fuck?

***

Their conversation that evening actually goes way better than Madmartigan expected. Not at first, obviously. At first it is the absolute worst thing ever with lots of yelling and accusations and “you know he found me in a crow cage, how well suited to responsible government did you expect me to be?” and “you promised, you fucking promised you would stop telling visiting dignitaries that you’re so hot I just flipped from evil to good in the middle of a battle!” and various other jabs of accumulated bitterness from the past several moons. 

But eventually they wear each other down to the point of mature and productive discourse and agree on some important things. Firstly, they love each other and want to be married, and recognise the importance of producing legitimate heirs for the continued good fortune of like, society. Secondly, Madmartigan as a constant presence in the castle is not really working for anybody. Thirdly, and possibly most importantly, they should be allowed to see other people, but in the spirit of the whole legitimate heirs thing from point one, these must exclusively be of the same sex. He has suspicions that the last thing is really more about the ready availability of sexy serving wenches for Sorsha while she stays home and rules but Madmartigan has always been way more open-minded than the kind of dumbass husband who assumes everything must be above board because he just found his wife with another ‘woman’ in the bedroom, but whatever. It’s a good arrangement, go team Happy Ending.

[critical-derolo]

washing the other’s body and kissing their bruises and scars with Beau Jester? (same anon as the other one, that one was PHENOMENAL and just.. yessss)

apparently beau is the resident punching bag

"Ow, fuck!" Beau hisses. She arches her back in and away from the gentle pressure of the cleric's touch, a deep scowl on her face.

Jester clicks her tongue and reaches up to flick the shard of jade pierced through the human's ear. "Don't be such a baby or stop throwing yourself headfirst into all our fights."

The wash room they're in is small and cramped, barely room for the tub and counter let alone two occupants. But the night is late and there's a lineup for the bath, not even including the rest of their muddy, bloody, goopy party. Clearing slime monsters from the city sewers is messy work, evidently. So they're scrubbing as quickly as they can, a boisterous Jester offering to help a sore and stiff Beauregard - too eagerly? No, nobody gave her any looks. It's fine, friends bathe each other. She's like... eighty percent sure.

"Shouldn't healing hands hurt less?" the monk grumbles roughly under her breath. She sucks in a sharp breath when Jester jabs her side. "Fuck! Sorry, sorry. I do appreciate it, Jess."

"Oh, I know. You'd be super dirty without me, Beau. You can't even lift your arm to touch your shoulder!" Jester tilts her head to the side, shaking blue bangs out of her heated face. The hot steam of the room has a charming purple hue tinging her cheeks. "Then how would you seduce all those waitresses? Nobody wants to sleep with a goop monster!"

Brows furrowed, Beau makes some rough noise of idle confusion. Her forearms rest on the front edge of the tub, Jester's pillowy soft legs on either side of her as she let's the cleric inspect the damage of her back. Deeply purple bruises blooming in cloudy patterns across her body from the hard impacts of their fight. A few cracked ribs, too, if she had to guess from the sharp pain every time she breathes. "Fuck 'em."

"Yeah, that's why we're bathing."

"No, I mean." Beau sighs heavily and grimaces, dropping a hand into the water to cup her ribs. Half a heartbeat later, Jester's cool arm is snaking around her side to wiggle her own hand beneath Beau's. Gentle fingers pressing experimentally, finding each painful spot and rubbing it soothingly. "I mean, I don't give a shit about them," Beau clarifies breathlessly.

"These are definitely cracked," Jester murmurs softly in her friend's ear, chin resting on that warm shoulder. "You're getting reckless."

"I'm always reckless."

"Not this much," Jester insists and frowns. Her searching touch melts into more of a hug, pressing herself as softly as she can against Beau's back. "We'll get Yasha back."

"Unless she's fucking evil."

"Beau."

The human sighs heavily and drops her head foreward against her arms. "Sorry. She probably isn't."

"She definitely isn't and you definitely need to stop punishing yourself for her being taken. We were all there, we all lost her to him... but we'll all get her back, too."

Water sloshes, dripping from dark fingertips hanging over the wooden floor of the room. A comfortable silence hangs heavy in the steam. "Yeah," Beau agrees and Jester can't tell if she actually believes it or if she's just saying it for the tiefling's sake.

"And then she can wash you."

The words sort of just slip out without much thought.

Beau snorts and abruptly groans at the pain. "Then who would maul my injured body?"

"Beau!" Jester gasps, her lips curling up. "I should maul you for that! I'm taking such good care of you!" She tries to wiggle, make a dramatic fuss about it but the tub is just too small. There's not enough room and she ends up mostly just rubbing against Beau's back - until lightning shoots through her body and hums in her toes and fingers. She immediately stops after that, her cheeks a deep indigo. Her eyes flick side to side, searching for... something. A distraction. A distraction so Beau doesn't realize what just happened. "What, you big baby, you want me to kiss your booboos?"

"My wh-at?!" Beau gasps. Lips cool and soft as flower petals in the early, crisp morning press against a heated bruise on the human's shoulder. Soft and reverently, and this.

This is not going how Jester wanted it to. She just - it's just friendly! She wanted to help her friend, that she loves, like a friend. Injured and struggling, and she can't trust Nott to not fuck with Beau in this vulnerable state! It had to be her and, yes, there was a weird moment, but she saved it! She distracted them both with a joke but then, well, a kiss on a bruise is comforting...

And friends comfort each other, so it just makes sense that she would kiss Beau. But actually doing it - it's... it's weird.

Jester's eyes flutter and she lifts her gaze to peer over Beau's shoulder at the sharp cut of her jawline. How still and silent she is, the way her hair falls down around her shoulders in dark, thick, damp waves. A blue lip drags against the bruised shoulder with each word Jester speaks. "Is this okay?"

"Yeah."

Another kiss is pressed higher up Beau's shoulder, closer to her neck. "Just until I get my spells back in the morning," the cleric whispers quietly. Beau's head jerks in a single nod and Jester leans forward to pull that dark curtain of hair to the side, another lingering kiss against the warmth of Beau's neck. "You can tell me to stop, too."

"That's-" the monk clears her throat and her head sways to the side, tilted and offering more of the smooth expanse of her neck. "Yeah, I'll, uh. Sure, I will."

By the time the water runs cold, Beau never does manage to tell Jester to stop.

[springthings]

“ daevilhorns. ”

gore covered stage could easily be mistaken for something straight out of a grizzly splatter flick [ ... ] or even worse , a real life crime scene —— ( that's what the fans wanted , wasn't it ? you gotta give 'em what they want ! ) lights that had burned down on his skin only moments before and aided in the slow but sure melting of his paint , were turned off and in the process of cooling down. curtain had came down to hide the mystique from any lagging bodies in the crowd that wanted to hang around instead of coating their throats at the bar or go outside for a smoke —— to hide the mystique that was breaking down their set , or reveal that their bloodied victims were still very much alive and as bubbly as ever. his guitar had been handed off with care before he was quick to return and unshackle allie from her temporary hell [ ... ] helping her down from the large prop and reveling in her always contagious smiles and giggles. oh , if his veins hadn't already been pumped full of adrenaline from a successful show , he'd still be as giddy as he was just from her presence alone.

his own war paint had yet to be removed —— muddied mess still clinging on to each crevice of his face while his pores begged on hands and knees to be scrubbed raw. but she was his priority ; his skin could wait until hers was cleaned. well . . . . . . as clean as it could get in a shabby dressing room without the proper tools of heavy duty soap. warm washcloth was held between tattooed hand as the other grasped the elbow of her arm stretched out closest to him and he's trying not to scrub too hard [ ... ] her arms have already been through enough tonight. but he's smiling , laughing at each squirm she'd attempt to repress ; blues finally wandering up from the mess he'd hold responsibility for to find her. ❛❛ y'did perfect. ❜❜ and he meant it. fingers dug a little harder into her stained and sticky flesh and he'd hope she'd tell him if he was being too rough. ❛❛ you're like . . . . the perfect victim. ❜❜ corners of lips curled into a specific grin with a certain sparkle in his eyes before he continues. ❛❛ but i'm more worried about if you had fun or not —— if you absolutely hated it , y'know you can tell me ; i wouldn't blame you. ❜❜

        perfect. she giggles, flushing rosy pink, only a few shades lighter than the red that covered her. perfect, it sounds so lovely coming from levi. even if perfect is scary and looming, it doesn't feel that way now. nearly preening, she rocks back and forth from the tips of her toes to flatfooted, beaming through the dark. then, she sees his face, really sees. " are you sticky, too? " doe eyes wide as she registers under the dark lights that levi still had his paint on, too. she forgets about the washcloth and his gentle hands, one of her half-clean own going to cradle his face, suddenly distracted, and she finds her wrists don't even hurt that much anymore. his skin is warm, even under her hands, and she smiles, he looks so happy. her heart flutters, quick and sweet and lovestruck. " it's really super nice for you to, like, check up on me, and stuff. you're, like, the sweetest guy ever! " and since he's dirty too, she doesn't see a reason anymore to not hug him so she does. nearly jumping forward to throw her arms around him. " i had so much fun! i got to see all of your friends and stuff! and it didn't even hurt that bad! just feels a little funny, that's all! "

        still tucked between his neck and shoulder, pressed up on her toes to reach him, she can feel her heart settling. calming. she thinks she could stay right there, forever. " do you- do you, like, have to stay? " she muses, a soft hum that dances through the air. " we both need showers, i think ... oh! and then- then i could help you with your hair! i love when i get to play with your hair. like, braid it and brush it and stuff. " pulling away from him, bouncing up and down on her toes again. " and we can- and we can put flowers in the bath and do facem asks and stuff! oh, please? pretty please? "

[jaehyunfirstlove]

Hiiii. Please if the request are open. Can you please write something kinda like Jaehyun fuck you so hard after practice because he keep mesing up the dance and come home not in the mood and when the see you the fuck you so manu times until he satisfied and super fluff after pleaseee 🥺

Pairing: idol boyfriend!jaehyun x f.reader

Genre: smut (18+ only)

Warnings: rough sex, unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex (f. and m. receiving)

Word count: 1.1k

A/N: this was a yummy one, thanks for sending it in and i hope you like it :)

You heard the front door slam, signalling that Jaehyun was finally home from practice. He’d told you he was running late and not to wait up for him, but you decided to anyway, just sitting up in bed and scrolling through your phone.

“Babe?” you called out when he didn’t come into the bedroom right away. He came in, water bottle in hand, eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

“I thought you’d be sleeping,” he said roughly, running a hand through his sweat-dampened hair, “I told you not to wait up.”

“I just wanted to wait for you,” you pouted, hurt by his reprimanding tone. Seeing your reaction he sighed deeply.

“Fuck it’s just been a shitty day,” he complained, “I just couldn’t get the moves right, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

He scrubbed at his head agitatedly, as if he were trying to clear his mind of whatever was preventing him from getting the dance moves right.

“You’re too stressed, you just need an outlet for it,” you tried to soothe him, but at your words he suddenly looked at you with an intense look in his eyes.

“You’re right,” he replied in a hard tone. “Come here.”

The command was followed by a tilt of his head, but no smirk, no smile, just fire in his eyes as he looked at you. You got up from the bed, pulling your (his) sweatshirt down over your ass to afford yourself some modesty, although you don’t know why you were bothering since he’d probably have your panties off within the next few minutes. When you were in front of him he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you to him, your breath caught in your throat at the intensity of his actions. He smashed his lips against yours with little grace, just a hungry urgency that made your core clench. You rubbed your thighs together for some friction as he manhandled you, his hands rough on your body.

“Jae,” you gasped, breaking from his kiss for air, “mmh…”

You couldn’t say more, every word stuck in your throat as he attacked your neck now, sucking marks into your skin and swiping his tongue over each one afterwards. You could only moan, throwing your head back as he took his fill, unleashing his stress and frustrations on your body. Roughly he pulled your sweatshirt off you, and he was rewarded with your nipples already perked for him, since you had foregone wearing a bra. Hungrily he sucked on them in turn, and you couldn’t help but cry out at how rough he was being, taking your pebbled bud between his teeth and biting lightly. His hands went down to your hips, fingers catching in the sides of your panties and pulling them down until they pooled at your ankles. His mouth still on your breast, he slid a hand between your legs, rubbing your pussy, the heel of his hand stimulating your clit.

“You feel good, baby,” he groaned, “damn you feel good.”

He had a singular focus; to use you, to let out all of his frustrations and aggressions on your body. You gave yourself up to him, all of you, and he knew you could take it.

He manhandled you onto the bed, pushing your knees up until you were opened up to him, legs spread wide. He didn’t kiss you softly, caress your thighs like he normally would, he just dove in, licking a harsh stripe up your wet pussy.

“Ah fuck!” you screamed, your body arching off the bed. His strong arms held you down, fingers digging into your thighs as he ate you out, tongue licking and lashing at your folds. You bit down hard on your lip, trying not to cry out, just soft whimpers escaping as he made you so wet you’d definitely have to change the sheets.

He wasn’t the gentle Jaehyun you were used to, his movements were rough and urgent, chasing a satisfaction he could only get through his use of your body. He made you come fast, fingers fucking into you as he sucked your clit into his mouth. Not even giving you a chance to recover he was moving up your body, sliding his cock into your still sensitive pussy as he stuck his tongue in your mouth, making you taste yourself on him.

You moaned into his mouth, dug your fingernails into his back as he railed you, his cock hitting into you so hard and so deep you felt pleasure thrumming through every part of your body.

“That’s it, baby,” he groaned, “I know you can take it.” His voice was husky and deep, sweat starting to trickle down his brow as he looked at you, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity.

“Yes, Jaehyun, I want it,” you moaned, “I want all of you, use me, use my body.” You ran your hands all over his back, feeling his muscles move as he pounded into you. Your words threw him into a frenzy, and he pulled your knees up so he could ram into you deeper. Your breath came in short gasps as the knot in your stomach formed, and seeing that you were close he thrust even harder. You came with your body shuddering, pussy clenching him, when he suddenly pulled out.

“I wanna come in your mouth,” he growled, and you obliged, getting into position and sucking his cock into your mouth. He started to ram it down your throat, and you fought every urge to gag as he grunted with every thrust, fingers tangling in your hair as he held you to him.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna come,” he hissed, bucking one last time as he spilled his cum down your throat. You swallowed it all, coming off his cock with a resounding pop, making him twitch slightly.

“Holy shit,” he fell onto his back on the bed, pulling you with him. “That was incredible.”

You smiled, snuggling into his side as he rubbed his hand up and down your arm. “Do you feel better?” you asked.

“Mm, yeah, so much better,” he kissed the top of your head, his voice soft. “Are you okay though? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You patted his chest, giving it a small kiss before you looked up at him. “Not at all, it felt really good.”

He smiled at you, a beautiful, dazzling smile that made his dimples extra deep, before he squeezed you to him in gratitude.

“Thank you, Y/N, I don’t know what I would ever do without you.”

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[dreamgrlarchive]

Self Care 101 🦋

In this post I’ll be outlining my current routines as they relate to self care. I’ll cover everything from head to toe making sure not to skip your spirit. You cannot be a girl of ANYONE’S dreams if you aren’t taking care of the most important person in your world: you.

mornings:

wash face with gentle cleanser from curology, tone with organic Mamonde rose water and finish with rich moisturizer and spf30

brush teeth with activated charcoal toothpaste by Crest and baking soda for whitening and gum clarity

take vitamins : woman’s one a day, hair skin nails, biotin, vitamin c

drink glass of water then a cup of tea

black tea, raw cane sugar, a lemon slice, ginger

good for energy, immune function, and detox

showers:

this may sound so extra (😅), but depending on my hairstyle, I sometimes like to let the shower run for about five minutes with the door closed to create a sauna effect. this is especially if I have a mask on my hair.

my showers usually are about 20-30 minutes

I have a back brush, pink exfoliating gloves, a loofah, and tree hut body scrubs and I use them ALL.

I wash first with my dove beauty bar to assure clean skin before washing with EITHER my OGX Shea So Soft body wash or Dove Renewing Peony and Rose Oil body wash to add scent or silkiness to my skin.

hair removal:

I haven’t yet mastered the art of waxing myself so I’m still riding the shave wave. *when I do I’ll make a post 4 that*

I exfoliate throughly before AND after shaving

I shave my entire body using Tree Hut Shaving Oil and a nice conditioner I’m not using. This leaves my skin super soft and silky and helps the razor to glide without skipping. I use Gillette Venus. no less than five blades, anything less is ASKING for nicks and a hard time.

when I don’t feel like shaving, I use Nair. use at your own risk. yes, I Nair my ENTIRE BODY. only leaving it on for about 7 minutes I rinse in WARM (not hot) water and exfoliate afterwards. it is imperative to moisturize after to avoid irritation. however, Nair is much easier to do than shaving and seems to last an inkling longer.

after shaving, once a month, I pull out my KENZZI. it’s an IPL device and it has helped to slow the growth of my hair. it’s noticeable for us long, thick haired chicks. I use the second to lowest setting as a melanated babe, as the higher settings could burn me.

I know many endorse the hair on women movement and I can understand it. But I personally love my skin silky, hairless, and smooth.

nights:

after eating dinner, I wash my face and apply the tiniest bit of glycolic serum and my curology night cream. my skin has been the best it’s been in a few years. then I brush my teeth and rinse with peroxide.

every four days I give myself a facial

my favorite face masks:

The Ordinary Salicylic Acid mask

The Ordinary AHA + BHA mask

all Tony Moly sheet masks *luvvvvv those*

GLAMGLOW SUPERMUD clearing treatment *fav*

Peter Thomas Roth Pumpkin Enzyme mask

Peter Thomas Roth Cucumber Gel mask

Peter Thomas Roth Irish Moor Mud mask

Peter Thomas Roth Rose Stem Cell Bio-Repair Gel mask

ORIGINS Clear Improvement mask

An at home honey and aloe mask

I apply a rich facial moisturizer and get to bed.

I then write in my planner my new plans and what I did that day if I hadn’t already. then after that I script and make mood boards in my diary. then I read a little. currently reading: Making Faces by Kevyn Aucoin, and Live Like a hot Chick by Jodi Lipper.

emotions:

I talk to my grandmother about my feelings, she helps me sort things out. please try to find one person you trust to talk to, my messages are always open. 💓 I often overthink. I suffer from anxiety and clinical depression. sometimes these things make me FEEL limited. these experiences wax and wane. I remind myself that the darkness is temporary.

I write in my diary what I feel and track my emotions for potential patterns. I don’t manufacture or sugar coat my feelings, I just talk.

sometimes you need a good cry. let it out. clean your slate. you’ll always feel better, sometimes great after a hard, deep sobbing cry.

I try to get out of the house and get some sunlight. it helps brighten my mood sometimes.

baths:

LOVE taking baths I don’t care what the status quo is about dirt. just rinse off. I love wrapping my hair up and soaking in warm-hot water.

first I run the water. as it’s running I add my bubble bath, then body wash, then my Shea Moisture fragrant coconut oil. it smells soooo good, literally yummy. then I inevitably scream from dipping my toe in the hot water. finally I get in, scrub down my body, emphasis on feet. then I wash, and just relax. I’ve even fallen asleep in the tub once, I was so zen.

careful not to soak too long or overdo it with your products. synthetic materials lingering in your lady bits for too long cause cause infections like bv or uti

some women add tea tree oil, acv, or even Aztec clay to their baths for wellness purposes. I love adding essential oils to my baths to relax and the natural scent is just great 🥺

when I get out I always put something that feels lush and soft on. *invest in super soft, comfy bath towels, they’ll make you feel so luxurious and soft after a nice relaxing bath*

flower:

the yoni is something sensitive that needs to be taken care of thoroughly, and differently than the rest of your body. it’s not recommended to use soaps down there, it can unbalance things and make you itch. also make you prone to infection. this is why I use clear warm water to clean. if I use soap it’s a sensitive, gentle formula. don’t ever try to clean the cavity. she’s a self cleaning vessel.

to shave, I trim my hair down as close as possible and use a FIVE BLADE razor with conditioner and take my time. making sure not to pass a spot twice, I apply moderate pressure and move slowly. when finished I rinse and scrub gently. I PAT not rub dry. to finish off I apply TendSkin, and salicylic acid to avoid ingrowns. once that’s soaked in I apply shea butter. very soft and pretty 🌸

⚠️ DO NOT PUT ON TIGHT PANTIES OR RIGHT PANTS AFTER SHAVING. it restricts the hairs and causes irritation and ingrowns. throw on some comfy loose shorts for a while, let it breathe

dietary needs:

drink plenty of water

cranberry juice

vitamin c

minimal red meat

probiotics

at home vagacial for the high maintenance girlies:

*make any necessary extractions with pointed and slanted tweezers *

scrub: 

brown sugar, tea tree oil, a little shea butter

exfoliating and anti inflammatory

mask:

baking soda, fresh lemon juice, vitamin e oil, papaya juice, gelatin

fixes discoloration and brightens the skin while softening

moisturize:

aloe vera gel, rose hip seed oil

smelling sweet:

ah yes, my favorite part. I love fragrance so much. I love to smell like you could literally break off a piece of me and eat it.

I find that using fragrant washes and oils make your scent more strong and help it linger. I already mentioned the body washes I use. the tree hut scrubs I use smell amazing also. I alike to add essential oils and man made scents like strawberry and chocolate to my Shea Moisture oil (so yummy).

I also use a fragrant lotion, eau de parfum, and fragrance mist.

here’s a list of some of my favorites:

perfumes:

jimmy choo fever

coach floral blush

yves saint laurent mon paris

victoria’s secret bombshell

victoria’s secret scandalous

valentino

fragrance mists:

victoria’s secret velvet petals, pure seduction, warm and cozy

bath and body works a thousand wishes, fiji pineapple palm, warm vanilla sugar, black raspberry vanilla

oils:

coconut

sweet almond

peppermint

chocolate scented essential oil

strawberry scented essential oil

orange

grapefruit

eucalyptus

sweetest combo ever:

vanilla extract, coconut oil, shea butter, and your favorite perfume. you’ll be smelling like a warm cupcake with extra sprinkles and icing 🧁

layering:

oil, lotion, eau de parfum, mist

pulse points:

inside elbows and knees, in between thighs, inner arms, behind ears, back of neck, ankles

hair:

it’s super important to keep your hair moisturized. quenched tresses move, grow, shine and bounce. dry hair is limp, lackluster, and extremely fragile

my fav diy deep conditioner:

a banana, half an avocado, three spoons of honey, an egg, a spoonful of mayo, a spoonful of coconut, olive, and castor oil each

strength from egg, avocado, mayo and olive oil

moisture from avocado and honey

cover damp CLEAN hair and scalp in mixture and cover with a plastic bag, then towel for an hour, rinse thoroughly, and seal in moisture

fav hair products:

castor oil

fusionplex conditioner and mask

Aussie conditioner

wella goji berry mask

coconut oil

style booster edge control

helpful tips:

when shampooing, concentrate on the scalp and wash thoroughly twice, as the suds will naturally cleanse your stands without drying and stripping them

rinse hair with apple cider vinegar every now and then. it restores your ph balance, smooths the cuticle, clarifies the strands, and adds shine

always add oil and leave ins to DAMP hair, never dry; this will ensure you’re sealing in moisture

try to use smooth fabrics to dry your hair, bath towels encourage frizz and breakage

hands and feet:

and last but not least, let’s cover manicuring and pedicuring.

it’s super important to make sure your nails are either DONE or filed, shaped, and smooth. at home maintenance is super easy. make a point to scrub your hands and feet well when bathing. make sure to stay on top of your cuticles by trimming or pushing them back. I like the look that pushing them gives. I use an orangewood stick, metal pusher and cuticle softener to make the process super easy and safe. after I’m done I add my pineapple scented cuticle oil. I do this on my fingers and toes.

invest in a rasp and pumice stone for your feet and use these gently every two weeks after soaking them in warm foot salts. rough usage can cause cuts and irritation. in between treatments keep your feet soft by slathering them in a moisturizing foot cream, cocoa/shea butter then oil to seal it all in. buy some soft thick aloe infused socks and wear them to sleep. you’ll thank me 😉

for info on how I do my nails click this

well, that’s all I’ve got. I truly hope you enjoyed my post! it’s always fun sharing my advice with you all. any feedback is appreciated and question is welcomed ♡

[the-bjd-community-confess]

I just want to give this bit of info because I went looking for it when I started the hobby and there was very limited information.

If you can’t or don’t want to use MSC or other aerosol varnish/sealant for faceups (I’d hazard also for body detailing; but I don’t care for blushing the body) buy yourself a big bottle of Liquitex Matte VARNISH (not medium) and a bag of little disposable makeup sponges. Tap about 3-4 full layers of varnish on your doll’s head and then boom you have a protected toothy surface that holds even cheap pastels and then you just layer it the same way you would aerosol sealant. As long as it’s not super humid when you apply and you don’t get it really wet, it’s super durable and very matte.

Here’s the cons: I don’t use pencils on my dolls because the cheap ones I have don’t work, so I can’t tell you if the tooth is good enough for pencil, but paint and pastel work great. Don’t over apply. 3-4 base coats should be enough to start and while you’re working just do one thin coat between each layer (you can even do it in one spot like the brows) because the tooth leaves a more realistic skin texture and when you over do it it becomes very rough and it catches the light in a very unflattering way. You really don’t need a lot after the base coat and then maybe two thin coats to seal before gloss (I recommend liquitex high gloss varnish).

Keep a sewing needle or pin handy because you will get little flecks of dirt or fuzz from your hand/sponge or the air. While it’s still wet, use the pin to pick up or gently scratch off the blemish, let it dry, and then apply the next layer, or just a little tap over the spot you removed the gunk from. It’s an easy fix, but it takes time to get used to catching them before they dry in place. You will have a fuzzy somewhere, but as you get used to the method you’ll have a lot less. DO NOT remove the faceup before the varnish has had a day or so to dry. Liquitex matte varnish dissolves great in 90%+ alcohol, but if it’s still wet when you start scrubbing it will get gummy and it’ll peel off in large pieces (which is actually really cool and satisfying) but it’ll leave residue that is hard to remove because it become white and crusty. It comes off, but it’s a pain. If you let the paint fully dry it’ll come off nice and easy with some alcohol and a magic eraser.

I haven’t had a doll stain yet so long as you apply 3-4 thin coats before paint or pastel and I’ve yet to rub the varnish off on noses or chins or ears like I’ve had company faceups (and I’ll admit I have a nasty habit of touching their pretty little faces) and as long as you don’t over apply the finish is super nice and it holds pigment and color very nice. It also evens out lumpy acrylic pretty well so long as it’s not super clunky. It’s not toxic, it doesn’t stink, and you can get a big bottle of it (on sale for less) at most craft stores (and Amazon I think) for like $14-$20 depending on the size and it lasts long because you only need like 4-5 drops to do like 2 layers. I accidentally waste it a lot and I use it for lots of other projects and I still keep a regular size bottle for over a year. It’s great and it’s affordable and safe.

Tl:dr: if you hate aerosol sealant, try sponging on brush-on varnish. Maybe not for everyone, but honestly I’ll never go back. Also it works good on vinyl but make sure you fully mix it or else it’ll be shiny

~Anonymous

[peachy-cream-writer]

how do the obey me brothers make out/kiss!

Obey me brothers making out / kissing their s/o

Warning ~ making out / kissing

“Asmodeus and MC makeout sesh drabble?” - anon

I hope that this is okay for you! Sorry I mashed them into one but they were similar concepts so I think it’s okay ^ - ^! Enjoy :)

Edit - AHHH! I just realised I forgot Satan’s!! Lemme update it so sorry folks! 😔

Lucifer

❀ Lucifer likes slow, passionate and romantic kisses

❀ He prefers to take time with showing his physical affection, littering your neck, cheeks and lips with soft kisses

❀ When you make out he has you placed in his lap, his hands on your hips for full control over the kiss

❀ He’s definitely more dominant and so expect love bites along with kissing

❀ Often times Lucifer can be rougher but that’s only when he’s had a tough day

❀ But this boy has very soft lips cuz he uses a cherry flavoured lip exfoliating scrub which was gifted to him from Asmo, he hadn’t had a real reason to use it until you came along and complimented his lips

❀ Making out is definitely private and happens mostly in his room, he doesn’t trust his brothers enough to do it in yours

❀ But that doesn’t mean that he won’t press the occasional kiss to your cheek or forehead when he sees you around Devildom

Mammon

❀ This boy gets super nervous when he’s kissing you, like REALLY nervous

❀ He wouldn’t ever admit it but feeling you press kisses to his collarbone or against his cheeks makes him so flustered

❀ Mammon is super big on PDA, you’re his of course

❀ You’ve made out a few times in the common room and occasionally in the kitchen, the boy just can’t control himself around you!

❀ As for simple kisses Mammon gets the most flustered here

❀ When you press a sweet little peck on his cheek his heart explodes with love and adoration, his brothers always tease him for his warm cheeks

❀ He’s a tsundere though so again he would never tell you about your affect on him, he even has a hard time admitting it to himself

❀ But in short this “hot shot” melts with your kisses

Leviathan

❀ This boy is a little inexperienced when it comes to making out

❀ Kissing your Ruri-Chan body pillow doesn’t really count as experience but Levi counts it anyway because it felt real to him

❀ So when he gets kisses from you he’s a MESS

❀ His cheeks are scarlet red and he doesn’t really know where to put his hands

❀ But! He does get the hang of it fast

❀ After a while of being together and ‘practicing’ you started to feel a little more comfortable with eachother and Levi started to understand where to put what and how to do what

❀ His kisses are a little rushed at the beginning, they feel very nervous and almost like he’s uncomfortable but that’s only at the start because eventually he becomes more confident and deepens the kisses himself

❀ He becomes a very passionate kisser

❀ But only in private, if his brothers saw him doing this he would never hear the end of it

Satan

❀ Satan is a very passionate and romantic guy, very much like Lucifer and Asmo, which he never admits to

❀ He’s a little more rough with his own kisses though and isn’t afraid to bite your lip whilst making out

❀ Satan is quite cheeky, believe it or not, with his kisses, playful nips being frequent

❀ He has once or twice pulled you into his lap and held a book in front of you both as your lips locked in a sweet embrace

❀ He tastes like sweet tea and peppermint, his lips are a little chapped sometimes but he makes the attempt at remembering lip balm, just for you

❀ Satan likes long make out sessions, by a crackling fire, book placed on the desk, you in his lap, your hands on his cheeks as your deeply kiss, that’s his fantasy

❀ Despite his romantic nature, he does get a little nervous sometimes, he himself isn’t actaully the most experienced demon despite what some might believe

❀ He might fumble occasionally, hands moving the wrong place but you quickly correct him or let him correct you and before you know it your lips are locked again

❀ When it comes to plainer kisses he always makes sure to greet you with a cute peck on the head

Asmodeus

❀ Asmo is probably the best kisser out of all of them, he’s got the most experience and of course his sin

❀ He’s super romantic with kisses but doesn’t mind who dominates the kiss

❀ He just wants to make you happy

❀ Like Lucifer his lips are so soft, the taste of Peach chapstick with a matching sweet lip scrub make the best kisses

❀ Asmodeus doesn’t care where or when you’re kissing as long as you’re - well - kissing! He just loves kisses!

❀ He doesn’t care if he gets teased

❀ No teasing stops him from practically pouncing on you the moment you enter a room

❀ As well as the fact that he tastes good, he also smells so good and when your kiss him you can smell the various skin care products he uses on his face along with his cologne

Beelzebub

❀ A Very hungry kisser

❀ He didn’t know that his sin affected him in his heart too

❀ He’s so hungry for your kisses and can often feel very touch starved without them

❀ Despite his hunger for your touch he does understand that potentially you might not always want a heated and heavy kiss

❀ So he holds back for you

❀ When he does this his kisses are slow and sweet, he tastes like candy, he always makes sure to eat candy before kissing you

❀ He has you on his lap most of the time and doesn’t really mind when you kiss him

❀ A lot of the time when you’re alone you get into heated make out sessions but with others around he likes to press sweeter kisses onto your forehead instead

❀ Beels kisses are enough to make your legs feel like jelly because he takes his time to make you feel loved with every smooch

Belphegor

❀ Belphe is another shy kisser

❀ Preferring to make out in his room, and when you make out he’s definitely not so shy

❀ He doesn’t mind if you take control with the kisses or if it’s the other way around

❀ But either way he just craves your attention a lot

❀ So much so that sometimes in his sleep he starts pressing kisses to your cheek, they’re kinda sloppy and gross though especially since he doesn’t really know what he’s doing whilst he’s asleep

❀ In public you can get away with a peck on the cheek, even then he gets a little blushy (hold his pinkie though and you can get away with a couple more!)

❀ But when you get somewhere private give this boy all the kisses! He deserves them 🥺

[insomniamamma]

Safe: Ezra x f!reader w/Cee

A/n: What can I say? I'm hormonal and all my shit hurts and if I cannot get snuggles IRL then I will write something super soft and self-indulgent to make myself feel better. Part of the Prickle AU. Set sometime after Sacellum.

Warnings: Oh no! There's only one bed. Soft!Ezra. Language. Cee's best friend on The Pug is non-binary and also named after my little boy's favorite stuffy. Maybe the slightest bit of angst. But mostly super soft.

         "You did this on purpose."         "Right hand to Kevva, I did not. I asked for double occupancy and they must have misunderstood and--"         "You don't have a right hand,"         "Let's go back to the reception desk," says Ezra, "We may be able to negotiate more appropriate accommodations."         "Errgh," you groan. Reception had been a nightmare, three freighters worth of traffic trying to secure berths all at once. It was a lot of people. Too many for your liking. Cee was staying with Kit and their family. Kit and Cee had practically tackled each other right there on the dock, everyone else forgotten, walked away arm in arm.         "We shove off in three cycles," Ezra hollered at her retreating back, and she flapped a dismissive hand at him. You had to smile. For three cycles Cee gets to be a normal teenager hanging out with her best friend without worrying about points and pulls and overhead costs and fuel margins.         "I don't wanna go back down there," you say, "Too many people. I think twice the population of Falnost was waiting in that fucking line." You brush past him and into the suite. The ceilings are low and slightly curved and it feels strange to be under this much grav. The outer rings of Puggart Bench have something close to terra-normal gravity, but after so much time spent on little moons and worldlets, this much G feels weird and you have no desire to trudge back down to reception.         "You sure?" Asks Ezra.         "Yeah," you drop your day bag and press a hand to the mattress. "Look at the size of this thing. It's, like, five crash-couches wide. This seems above our pay grade."         "They're overbooked," says Ezra, "We're paying the same points for the berth we should have gotten. I made sure of it. I can sleep in that recliner if--"         "No."         "No?"         "Kevva, Ez, we're both adults," you say, "I think we can share a bed for a night without exploding."

        Your suite has a real, honest-to-Goddess shower with a generous 15 minute timer. You scrub as fast as you can and then just let the water hit you, let the pressure pound on your tense back muscles until the chime sounds and the water cuts off. You towel off and dress, soft clothes you sleep in, and pad out into the main room. Ezra is reading, face far off and serious, and you just look at him for a minute, illuminated in the warm lamp-light, absorbed in his book, little furrow between his brows and then he looks up, all knowing smirk and dancing eyes, he's caught you staring.         "Your turn, Ez," You say and turn your face away. Kevva. This man. You've been trying to keep things professional, but it's a losing battle. His flirtations make you flush, but he's never tried to push you, never tried to leverage the fact that it's his name on the ship's title, that you signed a contract, that you are junior-most crew. You feel safe with him. And, from your limited experience in the fringe, that is a miracle in itself.

        Ezra sets his book aside and heads for the bathroom. You peel the sheets from the other side of the bed and settle in. There's a media player bolted to the wall, but you just want quiet. You switch off the lamp on your nightstand (we both have lamps, we both have a nightstand, how weird is that?) The sheets feel deliciously cool against your skin. To be clean and sleeping in clean sheets...if Heaven isn't like this Kevva's got some answering to do.         Ezra sings in the shower. You're barely awake and you smile. Ezra can't carry a tune in a bucket, singing fringeling songs and reels, stories of mercs and pirates and ghosts and you drift off to the sound of him, the sound of the water running.

        He sees you soft and loose and asleep. No rail-gun, no body armor, no thrower under your pillow. Your face slack, snoring slightly. You've kicked out of the blankets and lay curled as if chilled.         "Hey Artichoke," he murmurs, pulls the blankets up and tucks them around you, "Let's get you warm, yeah?"

        Ezra wakes. Bleared red numbers of the clock saying that this is still the deepest ditch of local night. Ezra is warm and confused. He feels you pressed against him, your chest to his back, an arm hooked around his middle, your legs entwined with his. You've sought him out in your sleep and folded yourself around him, your breath slow and steady against his nape. Ezra's eyes prick with tears. He can't remember the last time he's been held like this. He's had lovers. He has payed for sex on the less reputable Benches of the Great Arm, but for someone to hold him? For someone to touch him without payment, without trying to press some advantage, gain some kind of leverage, without priming him for the inevitable backstab?  He is overwhelmed. He tries to wriggle away from you, but your arm just tightens around him.         "...fixed the transponder," you mutter against his neck, "told you we didn't need...told you..." He pats your arm and relaxes against you.         "Okay, Artichoke, okay, sweetheart. Go back to sleep."

        You wake enfolded, Ezra's good arm wrapped around you. You feel the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear, the slow sussurration of his breath, the snores that catch in his throat and turn to murmurs, the rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek. You've tucked yourself against him in your sleep. Your hand rests on his sternum. Oh Kevva. What are you doing? You go rigid.         Your first impulse is to wrestle out of his hold, take one of the blankets and install yourself in the recliner that you wouldn't let Ezra take, but part of you wants to stay right here in the combined warmth of your bodies, feeling his breath, his heart, his calloused palm spread against your shoulder. You shift, making the smallest effort to pull yourself away and his arm tightens further, a low, sleepy chuckle reverberates through his chest.         "Hi Ez,"         "Hi." He strokes the pad of his thumb along the exposed curve of your shoulder.         "I'll get up," you say, even as he shifts and cups the back of your head in his palm, tucking you closer.         "You don't have to," he says, voice rough with sleep. This gesture pricks at your heart. Coming up on Falnost has made you hard, guarded, there has been precious little gentleness in your life, pulling rocks out of the parched ground since you were big enough to lift a shovel. Learned to fight and shoot to chase water-thieves from the homestead. He strokes the back of your head like one might pet a skittish cat and your heart squeezes.         "Ezra?" You hate how small your voice sounds, you hate the uncertainty you hear there, "Are we okay?"         "Of course we are," he says, "Why wouldn't we be?"         "I wrapped around you like a Bueller's world python and I did it in my sleep-"         "The wrapping was mutual-"         "You're not mad or uncomfortable or anything?" He laughs again, gentle huff of breath against the crown of your head.         "Mad about waking with you in my arms? The day I'm mad about that you can just shoot me in the head and send me to Kevva because I will surely have lost my ever-loving mind." You smile against his skin and relax some, your hand unfists and you curl your arm around his soft belly, feel his breath hitch.         "Tickles."         "Sorry." You feel yourself drift, skirting the edge of sleep. He is warm and solid and you let yourself relax against him.         “This feels...safe..." you say, so close to sleep that you're not sure if you've said it aloud or if you've just thought it. And you're not sure if you hear his response or dream it, one word. Always.

        "She's late," says Ezra.         "We still got a sixteenth to button up and board,"         "Still," says Ezra, "Yon freighter will leave with our pod wether we're strapped in it or not." You see Cee and Kit, trailed by Kit's parents, weaving through the crowd. Cee is beaming, her blonde hair has a brilliant streak of blue, and Kit has a matching streak in their hair.         "Hey guys!" Cee hugs Ezra and then hugs you.         "How was your shore leave, Little Bird? I like the fancy hair."         "Isn't that cool? We've got matching streaks," says Cee.         "It's semi-permanent," says Kit, "We'll pick a different color next time!" You have to smile. Cee looks revitalized. Three cycles spent with her friend, just doing normal kid things has been good for her.         "Check this out!" says Cee and pushes a laminated drawing towards the two of you. Ezra makes a show of looking carefully.         "I recognize you and Kit," he says, "I am not familiar with these other people, though."         "They're from The Streamer Girl, dumbass," says Cee, "Here's Clo and Reive and Lily and Auri. See? Kit put us right in the story." Ezra gives Kit his best smile.         “You drew this? You are very talented." Kit smiles big.         "Thanks!" says Kit, "I'll put you guys in the next one! Maybe you could be professors at Bowsun Academy or something."         "I look forward to it," says Ezra.         "Time to go, Cee," you say and Cee and Kit exchange one more enthusiastic hug.         "Later fringeling!" Calls Kit.         "Piss off, stationer!" Cee calls back. Ezra curls his fingers around yours and squeezes. Cee tells you all about her three cycles with Kit, the movies they watched, the Real Food they ate. How Kit's little brother wanted a blue streak in his hair too and Kit's parents said no and how mad he got. I wanna be cool like Kit and Cee.         "I told him he's got plenty of time to be cool," says Cee, "And he told me that I don't understand how the world works. He's like, four." Ezra laughs.         "Wise for his years." Says Ezra. And the three of you fall quiet. You find the pod much as you left it, towed to the Polly Jean and clipped in, transferred by the station's tugs. You settle in and do a full systems check. Calling out the checklists and making sure everything is good for transit.         "What are you guys so happy about?" asks Cee.         "Whatever do you mean?" asks Ezra.         "You been all smiles since I hit the dock," says Cee, "Both of you. Did we score a really good job? Did we win the Puggart Bench lottery or something? What aren't you telling me?"         "That," says Ezra, "Is for us to know and you to endlessly speculate about."         "Hmph," says Cee.

Tagging: @oonajaeadira, @grogusmum , @honestly-shite, @writeforfandoms, @ladyvengeancesposts, @the-blind-assassin-12

[shozaii]

could I request some dabi, aizawa and hawks taking care of their s/o who is maybe sick or has had a rough day? 💕

(a/n): hello hello anon! ahh thank you so much for sending this in! always wanted to write for dabi too <3 enjoy, love! ❤❤

masterlist.

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rough day.

pairings: dabi x reader, aizawa x reader, hawks x reader.

warnings: none!

i’d like to think that dabi does care, and would even go as far as he could to show you that he does. maybe when you two first started dating, he would tend to be a little reserved, quiet.

well, of course he has the love. of course he has the affection. then again, of course he has to take time to ease himself with you - to give his all for his s/o.

a scenario; it was a long, long day of constant stress and pressure. it wasn’t like your body wasn’t used to this. you knew what you signed up for - might as well endure it, put your heart and soul into it when you can. after all, rest would always come later on.

or so you thought. it went even longer, the more you started thinking of your bed. more jobs, more deadlines within a day. more ruckus. geez, what was with the world today?

the world took most of your precious time, because by the time you stepped your foot into home, it was nighttime.

more like, the next morning.

you groaned, looking at the time. 

“babe...? your boyfriend called out in what seemed like a groggy voice. “damn, look at you. rough day?”

your figure sloppily fell into dabi’s chest, inhaling his enthralling scent. he let out a little ‘oof’ before saying, “you did, huh. come on, stinky. bath time.”

your arms have never felt this tired after so long, because when it reached out to punch him by the chest, it wobbled. “i have a name, you know.”

“yeah. stinky.”

“shut up.”

mans came prepared. doesn’t show it but he’s super duper aware of your schedule. doesn’t need to write it down, doesn’t need any reminder. on the dot. a fine gentleman indeed.

leads you carefully to the bath he prepared for you. he helps you scrub your back (i headcanon him being a master of massaging) he then pecks your scars/stiff areas. “seen this a lot on the shows. hope it works.”

yup, you both had a good laugh after that.

he then gives you your towels. offers to dry your hair because you nearly tucked yourself into bed while your hair was still soaking wet. 

even bought you your favorite dinner, and then chuckled softly when he watched you yawn as you rested your jaw on your palm. “bed.”

“wow. another way of saying, take me to bed, my dear prince,” his gosh darn attractive smirk appeared again. 

oh my god he is a sucker for you. 

when you both are finally on bed,  he pulls you close, peppering you with the last few kisses before you both fell sound asleep. the best part is that sometimes you two stay like that until the next morning.

oh wow. let’s be real here, we have three wonderful gentlemen in this area. now aizawa is a little different. he knows what rough days are like, especially when he himself has gone through them. almost everyday. 

resulting in the yellow sleeping bag. 

but that does not stop you from caring for him. most nights when he returns home late, you treat him like a king because hey, he deserves it. he works so hard taking great care of his students, watching them overnight at the dorms (which results in no sleep). ah, the things you do make him so happy and loved.

so he vows to do the same to you. 

this time he was home earlier than usual - which was weird because usually you come home first. he checked every room, but to no avail. he tried calling you, but you didn’t answer.

okay, weird. where were you? maybe he’s been so used to seeing you return first till the point where he completely forgets about your schedules - basically anything you were doing. and damn does he feel terrible. 

which is why he decides to own up to it.

mans dashes through the apartment, getting the stuff that you like, ditching the stuff that you didn’t like seeing when you got back home, made sure he was wide awake for what he was about to see right in front of him - a representation of him (except that it’s not his son shinsou) or you, still in your best form.

.....maybe he didn’t need to think of the second choice. he was right with the first.

“my back hurts. so, so, bad,” you whined softly as he walked towards you.

“come on, kitten.”

“you should’ve gone to bed, shouta.”

“unfortunately my senses told me not to.”

“but they tell you that everyday.”

“....today was different.”

he lets you sit down on the couch for a bit, worried that you might as well collapse and then fall into the deepest sleep. once that was settled, he lightly tapped your shoulder. “you rested enough. bath time.”

conversations stay light with shouta. he knows what it’s like to be tired, and to constantly have noise around him. at the same time, he doesn’t want you sleeping; hence the small talk.

“are you sure, love?” you asked him. “you know i can-,”

“too late.”

you laughed drowsily. oh, what a man.

he frowns when you were hesitant to take a few bites from the light supper snack he prepared for you. they were your favorite.

“eat up. then we could sleep for as long as we want. i’ll even join you and never leave.”

best wild card pulled out of his pocket because you chomped down on your snack.

i headcanon him to be a little scared when it comes to massaging his s/o, worried that he might hurt them, but when he does, it’s god-tier. his hands work like magic. your back pain was almost all gone in that instant.

the both of you were already pooped out, so at the same time, you headed to bed, finally landing on your fluffy pillows, taking it all in.

and right next to you was the man of your dreams.

okay! two rough day scenarios, now for this majestic bird boy’s s/o who isn’t feeling well!

you weren’t at your best. your nose was runny, you sweat a whole lot. for a while you felt really really hot, so you put on your blanket. suddenly you were freezing COLD. pulled them back up.

gave up and covered one half of your figure. your headache was not getting any better and you used ointment/took a painkiller to get rid of the stinging pain on the top part of your head; but to no avail. it kept getting worse. 

the worst part was that you had to skip your work schedule, and you were really precise with it no matter what. but you just couldn’t when your body hurt as if tons of rocks were placed on your back. this was definitely not going to end soon.

lucky for you, keigo was taking a nap right next to you. he got up abruptly. “um, i had a nightmare. i was...falling down....oh my god, y/n, you are RED! what did you have?”

“i had the same thing as you dummy,” you replied with a different tone in your voice. “ugh, my head.”

“you’re sick, chickadee.” he placed the back of his hand on his forehead. “nothing.” he then did so on your forehead. “you are burning hot.”

“why thank you.”

“y/n, i love you but i’m serious. your temperature is soaring hot.”

“aw, man. i can’t ditch my schedule today.”

“in this house, a ‘schedule’ does not exist. you’re staying at home, and i’m going to spend the day with you. got that?”

you blinked a few times with your sore eyes, before replying with a sniffle. “okay.”

“good little birdie.”

and boY does he finesse his way to giving you the best treatment. 

he may or may not have learnt making chicken soup over the years he has been with you, so cue him making probably the best one for you. (we all know why he learnt this anyway)

feeling cold? gives you warm water for your sore throat. feeling warm? puts a little stand fan for you to take in all the fresh air. might as well even fan you with his wings because keigo loves being extra for his s/o. 

he sits with you and holds your hand. he doesn’t like seeing you like this - who does? all he wanted to do was to head out with you, hold hands, fly with you if he could, eat some yakitori.

no, no. must cure y/n first.

he’s such a cute lil baby 

he’d place the wet cloth on your forehead, and comes checking on you every 10 minutes while he’s out of the room. 

bath time? yes please. the right scents for your already blocked nose and to also prevent you from feeling dizzy from the stronger ones that you owned. even offers to wash your back 🥺

gives you his clothing because you look so darn cute in them. he breathes this huge sigh of relief when your temperature decreases from where it was initially. then proceeds to kiss your cheeks.

“keigo! you’re going...to...get...sick!” 

“i’m practically immune. so don’t worry.” he smirked.

you started feeling a little bit better, so you moved to the living room. but the pains were still there.

“y/n. these medicines would help. you came prepared.”

“that’s because i was worried i’d get the flu once again. i hate this.”

“come on. it’s fine, love. you will get back in action in no time. i’m here for you, aren’t i?”

the day ends with more cuddles, more kisses, chicken soup, laughter, little naps, and finally to bed. it was a long day, and you were feeling a lot more better. the fever died down even more, the pains reduced.

and it was all thanks to this lovely number two hero - more so - your lover.

“get well soon, birdie. i love you.” you heard before your eyelids sealed shut.

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(a/n) : i. am. so. sorry. this took so long. ARGHH FORGIVE ME😭😭😭

but i do hope this is a wonderful read! 🥺❤

[euphoriyoongi]

♥︎ So this is Love ♥︎ k.s.j

A Cinderella Story

Requested by: @baby-mochi123

♥︎ Summary:

As an orphan living with your late fathers disgrace of a wife and two step sisters, you’re hidden away from the world. That is, until the King gets inpatient for grandchildren, and invites all maidens to the royal ball.

♥︎ Genre: royalty au, Cinderella-themed, love at first sight, comedy

♥︎ Word count: 5.6k

♥︎ Warnings: none

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Once upon a time in a far away land, there was tiny kingdom…

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Ever since your father died, life has been rough.

You could barely remember the times you used to play in the grass fields with your mother, or the time you ripped the bottom of your dress as you fell.

Those memories were distant. Nearly gone. Your father remarried after your mother died, and the woman he married was more of a devil than anything. She would act all sweet to you when your father was around, but behind closed doors she disgraced and belittled you.

When your father passed away, she became more evil than before, which was hard to imagine. She was already so terrifying, but now it seemed as though she had something against you.

You were fully grown now, able to do everything for yourself. But yet, you were forced to like in a crammed attic of their home, while your two step sisters enjoyed lavish rooms and jewelry. It was unfair, but you made yourself worth living. With all of the chores and the dust and dirt you'd have to clean up every day, you still had your pride.

You lived in solidarity up and away from the vicious people you could never call family, and the only friends you could call your own were the rats that populated the walls.

The terribly loud clock broke you away from your slumber and bells began to ding, signaling it was time to make breakfast. They forced to go serve them as they lay in bed, and all you wanted was to be able to eat what you made. There would only ever be enough for the three of them and their cat—which was fittingly named Lucifer—and never any for you. That was probably why you were so thin.

"Y/n!!" Your stepmother's voice bellowed through the walls continuously, hailing you to begin her breakfast. She always yelled like she was going to starve if you didn't get it to her in time which wasn't true. She was bigger-boned and had plenty of meat on her bones, and always concealed it with a super tight corset that she would claim her real waist.

"Y/n?! Where's breakfast?" Your step sister screeched at you from her bedroom as you walked by. You ignored her and continued to walk to the kitchen. "Hey! Don't ignore me! Mother, Y/N is ignoring me again!"

You continued to walk to the kitchen and once you got there you began to prepare breakfast. You scrambled up the food and poured tea, and then placed it on 3 plates to bring to them.

As you brought them all their breakfast, your stepmother beckoned you to come into her room. Before you entered, your two ugly step sisters blocked the door. "You're gonna get it bad, Y/N."

You brushed them off again and made your way through the double doors or your stepmother's room, the cat following you in.

The cat glided it's way through the dark room and jumped onto the large bed, curling up into the arms of a dark looking figure. She didn't speak.

"Stepmother—"

"Shut it." She hissed as she pet her cat, who was as dark as the room. His eyes were the only visible part of him. "Seems like you have a lot of time on your hands. Let's put it to good use."

You stayed silent and listened to what she had to say. You knew it was going to be chores, and you just wished you could have some alone time to yourself.

"You have full chore duty today. That includes folding the laundry, washing dishes, scrubbing to floors, sewing your step sisters' dresses and oh—don't forget the garden."

You sighed. "Yes Step-mother."

You had no way out of it. It was all you could do to respect your father.

You could've swore you saw the cat smirk. "Oh yes, one more thing. Don't forget to bathe the cat."

Over the hill was the large grandeur of a palace, where the king and his son lived.

The king was getting impatient, wondering when his son would give him grandchildren. He wasn't getting any younger, and wished to see children before he passed.

Kim Seokjin, the only prince of the kingdom, hasn't even had the thought of settling down yet. He wasn't as young as he used to be, but he thought no one could be his match. The prince was away on business, but was coming home tonight.

His father decided to send out invitations to every eligible maiden in the kingdom to a royal ball, hoping at least one of them will catch his eye.

So it wouldn't seem suspicious, he figured he could plan this ball for his return, and have all the women there for him.

Tonight was the night he planned for the ball. He then sent out all the invitations, hoping for the best.

As you were scrubbing the floor, a thin piece of paper slid through the mail slot on the door and landed right at your feet. You picked it up and didn't bother reading it, you weren't the best at reading anyway. You did notice it was from the palace.

Your step family was upstairs as they were practicing their music skills and you walked up the stairs to interrupt.

You knocked softly, but your step mother screamed as you entered. "Y/n! What did I say about interrupting—"

"This just came from the palace!" You excitedly murmured, and held your hand out for your step mother to grab it.

"There's to be a ball...every eligible maiden is to attend!" She cried out and looked to her daughter's who were jumping up and down.

"We're both eligible!!" They screamed simultaneously, happily shaking the floorboards.

Your eyes lit up when you heard what she said. "That means I can go, too!" You said, covering your mouth with your hand in excitement.

One of your step sisters snickered. "Yeah, right! Her dancing with our prince! That's impossible.

"Greetings your highness, would you mind holding my broom." The other sister giggled as she mocked you.

After their laughs ended, you spoke up again. "Well, why not? I am part of the family. And it says by royal command..."

The sisters looked at each other and then at their mom. "Well...I can't see why you couldn't go..." she stared down at the piece of paper. "If you get all your work done and find something suitable to wear.."

"Yes step mother I sure will!" You smiled as you made your way out. "Thank you."

You ran as fast as you could up the steps to plan your outfit, knowing you have your mothers old dress locked away in a chest.

You noticed it was a bit outdated, so you looked through your sewing book to see any changes you could make to it.

Just as you finally thought you reached happiness it faded away just as quickly as it happened. You were beckoned again to start your chores and now you wouldn't have nearly enough time to sew the dress.

As you worked your ass off to clean and get things done, time flew. You thought you didn't have a change at going to the ball now, especially when you heard the carriage reach the chateau. You sighed. As if your day couldn't get any worse. Your step mother opened her door when she heard you walk by. "Y/nN my dear, why aren't you dressed?"

Your two step sisters peaked out of the doorframe, awaiting your answer. "Ah, I'm not going."

They all smirked, but tried to cover it. "That's too bad. Maybe next time." She cooed and shut the door to get her daughters ready.

You made your way back up to your humble living space, and your shoulders were hunched as you walked up the stairs. You really thought you had a chance for yourself this time. You hated being someone's maid, and you wished things would be different. You had hoped this was the chance to break out of your shell and this house and follow your dreams. Dreams of meeting your one and only true love.

As you entered your room you peered out the window, staining at the tree branches that blocked the moonlight. You sighed, deep in thought.

A sudden creek came from your closet, and the door began to open slowly. You nearly screeched when you saw a dozen rats run out of it, but when your eyes landed on the gorgeous dress that was hung up, you glanced at the little rodents.

"How the hell did you do that? Was that some kind of sorcery?" You stared at the dress with wide eyes, trying to figure out how tiny rats were able to stitch and sew. Maybe you were going crazy. "Thank you..I guess." You said sincerely, but still couldn't wrap your mind around it all.

You rushed to get ready and tossed on all your accessories, including a beautiful jade necklace that sat on the corner of your desk. You were unsure about how it got there, but figured it was the rats with superpowers and carried on with your plans.

You rushed down the stairs as you noticed that they were about to open the door to leave. "Wait for me!" You yelled as you ran, hoping they wouldn't give you any trouble. "I'm ready."

"Mother you can't let her go! It's not fair!" The ugliest sister growled as she tossed her hands in the air.

The other sister huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "This is disgraceful!"

"Now girls...a promise is a promise." Your step mother smirked as she neared you, reaching a hand out to cradle your jade necklace. "Isn't this beautiful, what do you think—"

"No it's ugly—wait! That's my necklace! She stole it!" She hissed reaching out towards it. "Gimme that!" As she grabbed onto it she yanked it, and the necklace broke, sending all the beads to dance across the floor.

You gasped as that happened, and the other sister barely gave you enough time to get a grip when she began to tear your dress from bottom to top. They both  aggressively tried to tear it apart, not a care in the world about how you felt about it. It was your mothers dress after all, and now all that's left is the torn fabric that fell from your shoulder.

"Girls, girls. Let's not be too hasty. I don't want you upsetting yourselves." Your stepmother softly spoke, side-eying you as if she didn't see the whole debacle. "Let's go, we'll be late." She said, leaving you all alone in the large empty house, torn to pieces.

You couldn't help but start to cry. You tried your best to be able to go, even trusted rats to fix up your dress. But now your dress was ruined and you were crying, subconsciously finding yourself in the garden under your favorite willow tree.

"It's just no use at all.." you cried out as you laid your head down onto the bench, kneeling. "There's nothing left to believe in anymore."

You let your tears fall, completely oblivious to the bench that somehow turned into the lap of a man. His hand softly stroke your head, listening to you cry.

"Nothing? You don't really mean that, right?" His soothing voice spoke out, and you'd think it would've broke you out of your funk, but it didn't. You still sat there with your head in his lap and cried.

"Yeah, I do mean that—"

"No you don't, or I wouldn't be here." He shrugged and you finally realized something wasn't normal. You sat yourself back and gasped at the boy in front of you. He had dazzling blue hair and eyes to match, with a beautiful pink gown on. He looked very feminine and approachable. Sparkles danced around his figure and he held something that looked like a wand in his right hand.

"Wha—" you rubbed your eyes, trying to understand was was in front of you. First it was artsy rats, now...a fairy?!

He reached around your arms and slowly lifted you up. "Okay, you definitely can't go to the ball looking like...that." He clicked his tongue and shook his head. "We have to hurry."

He glanced around, almost as if he was trying to find something. "Now what did I do with that damn wand, I swear I lose it every time.."

Your eyes widened. "Wand? Then you must be—"

"Your fairy godfather—god that's so strange to say. How bout your god-daddy" he shook his head as he covered his mouth. "Wait no that sounds to provocative. Just call me Jimin." He smiled, and then continued to look for his wand.

You glanced at his right hand, which held a long stick-like thing. "Uh...is that it? In your hand?"

"Now who do you take me for? Im not that dumb I—wait, you're right. I guess I am that dumb." He scratched his head in embarrassment and shook it off. "Okay. I say the first thing you need is a pumpkin."

"A..pumpkin?" You questioned, glancing over at the pumpkin patch that was part of the garden.

"Yes. Now what we're the magic words?" He wondered out loud, scratching his chin. "Ah! Bippity boppity boo bitch!"

And just as ridiculous as the magic words were, a grand carriage blossomed from the pumpkin. You were at a loss for words as you glanced from the carriage to Jimin, shaking your head in astonishment. "How'd  you do that?"

He smiled. "Magic, I guess." He said not too confidently, looking from you to the little rats around your feet. "Now you need horses."

You looked down and the rats and giggled. You could've sworn you were in a fever dream right now. How was all of this possible?

With the flick of his wrist, Jimin turned the cute little rats into large white horses, standing high and mighty as they were ready to pull the carriage.

You didn't even take notice to an actual horse that stood next to Jimin, patiently waiting to have his turn with magic. "Now you need a coachman.." he muttered and waved his wand at the horse, transforming it into a human man. He sat at the reins of the horses, ready to go.

"Okay what the hell is going on here?" You blinked frantically as you tried to understand what was happening in front of you. How could such a gorgeous man be a fairy, and how could said gorgeous man turn a horse into a person?

Maybe you were high or something.

"Aha. Now, it's your turn." He turned to you with his wand and winked. He looked you up and down and bit his lip, then looked into your eyes. "You're super hot and all, but that dress is a no no."

He waved his wand up to the sky and did a little twirl, and you couldn't help but chuckle at how ridiculous he looked. But all of a sudden a large wave of sparkles encased your body, spiraling around you with high speed. You looked down in confusion, then when it all stopped, what was left was a beautiful silvery-blue dress that sparkled as much as the stars.

"Woah..." you breathed, spinning around in it. It was absolutely stunning, you didn't even want to question how he did it. He then fixed up your hair and makeup, and last but not least, your shoes.

You had a weird shoe size. It was a bit too small for your body, so most of the time it was hard to find ones that fit. So when Jimin magically put sparkling glass heels onto you, you gasped in disbelief.

They sparkled even more than the dress, but all in all you sparkled more than the night sky. "This is like a dream.." you murmured in awe.

"Okay, I'm done." He chuckled, crossing his hands across his chest. "Just one more thing."

"What is it?" You asked him, on edge to go to the palace.

"This is all a façade, okay? Just like all dreams, it won't last forever." He looked into your eyes. "It won't last after midnight. Everything will go back to how it was before."

You nodded. At least that gave you enough time to try to meet the prince. "Okay. I'll be out of the palace before that."

He nodded, then gasped and it nearly scared you. "Okay, you gotta go or you'll be late."

He shooed you into the carriage and as you sat down, the horses that were once rats took off, leaving Jimin in the dust. When you looked back you noticed his little wave, then all of a sudden he disappeared into thin air, making this whole situation even weirder.

When you approached the castle, you noticed how grand it was. With it standing so tall it looked like it hit the clouds, and the beautiful stones that held it all together. This was a dream in life itself that sadly had to end, but you were going to make the most of it.

Currently inside the palace, the king organized all of the women to be introduced to the prince one by one. But everytime a promising woman would walk up, it was almost as if he would yawn at the sight of them.

The prince stood tall in the great hall, barely giving any women a second glance. He didn't want any of them, and just wanted to find someone himself. His father and the arch duke sat up high on the balcony, looking down on the scene. Seokjin looked up, noticing how aggravated his father looked.

You approached the grand steps to enter the ballroom, the sides lined with guards. You looked over at them when you noticed they were looking at you, and continued your walk up a hundred red-velvet covered stairs.

Your step sisters were currently being introduced, you took notice to that as you walked into the room. The far side wall was open, leaving only the beautiful night sky to be viewed. What you didn't take notice of was that the prince stopped in his tracks and was standing at you wide eyed.

Seokjin couldn't help himself. The two girls that were in front of him were such a bore. When he bowed respectfully to them and straightened up he noticed you, where you were directly in his line of vision with the dark sky surrounding you, making it seem like you were sparkling.

He had to meet you. The way you spun around to music that wasn't even being played or the way he just glanced at you once and could've sworn he fell in love, he knew he had to at least know your name.

He pushed past the two sisters and stepped toward you, determined to make you his bride.

He reached out a hand towards your shoulder. "Hello, miss?" Jin said politely, his dark hair pushed up to reveal his forehead. "How come I don't know who you are?"

His father took notice to his interest, and hurriedly signaled the band to play the waltz.

When the music ran through the room, you didn't even have time to answer him. He was breathtakingly beautiful, almost like a prince. Little did you know that he was one.

"Would you like to dance with me?" He asked you and held onto you hand, raising it to kiss the back of it.

You shivered in delight, knowing you fell for him at first sight. It seemed like he did, too. So much for marrying a prince, you didn't care who this guy was at this moment. "I'd love to."

He held your hand as you both made your way to the center of the ballroom, watching all of the women cry in disbelief.

He slid his hands down to your waist and you held your hands onto his shoulders. You moved in sync, your lips just a few inches away from his. His eyes were stunningly dark and mysterious with hair to match. His lips were plump, almost pillow-like and you wondered how they would feel against yours.

You couldn't get enough of him, you were lost in him. In his touch, in his eyes, in his heart. He was also captivated by you and had no doubt you were the one out of all these women.

"Who is she, mother? I've never seen her before." The step sister asked as she tried to get a good look of you from the crowd.

"We'll Ive never—wait a minute...something is familiar about her." Your stepmother wondered, but before she could get a good look, they moved their way out onto the terrace, now all alone without anyone watching.

After the dance was over he held you in his arms, brushing a stray strand away from your face. He smiled at you when he noticed your blush.

He grabbed your hand, holding onto it tightly as he took you into the garden, both of you in bliss.

You both sat down on the edge of a large fountain, not taking notice to the clock behind it. It was nearing midnight, but you were so lost in his charm that you didn't even pay attention.

He sat next you you closely, and looked from your eyes to your lips. "You're beautiful. I hope you know that." He said to you as he leaned in farther. "So, so beautiful."

His lips grazed yours softly, but before it could turn into a kiss, the clock struck twelve behind you, bellowing a loud noise. You whipped your head around and noticed the time. "Oh my god!"

You stood up abruptly, and his hand that was on your thigh flew up as you stood. "What's wrong?" He wondered with worry, noticing how frantic you were.

"It's midnight!" You cried, holding onto your dress like it was going to disappear.

"Yeah..so.." he trailed off, hoping that this night would go farther.

You shook your head and turned to leave. "I have to go." You said sadly, but his hand grabbed yours before you could run off.

"You can't leave now—"

"I have to!" You said as you looked frantically back and forth, hoping nothing would disappear right now.

"But why?" He asked softly. He didn't want you to leave. He had so much more he wanted to say to you, he didn't even know your name.

You had to make up an excuse. "I—uh...the prince! I haven't met the prince yet!" You said and nodded. "Yeah, that's right."

"The..prince?" He asked. Didn't she know it was him? "But didn't you know that I—"

The clock bellowed again, sending you hurriedly looking for the way out. "Goodbye!" You said and bowed, and ran off back into the palace to find your way down those beautiful velvet steps.

"Wait! I don't even know your..." he trailed off as he ran after you. "Name.."

Before he could catch you, all the women blocked his leave and surrounded him, all blabbing something he wasn't paying attention to. All he saw was the beautiful girl he fell in love with run down the stairs, only leaving a glass heel behind.

You ran out of the palace and jumped into your carriage which was thankfully still intact. It rode off and it started to slowly change.

The carriage began to soften like how it was before and transitioned into a large pumpkin, and the horses morphed back into the small rats they once were. Everything was a blur and all of a sudden you fell to the ground with a thud, picking yourself up and scurried with the animals to hide in the forest as the palace guards ran straight, smashing the pumpkin that was once a carriage.

It was quiet now, you stared down at your tattered dress. The cute little rats stood by your feet, trying to get you to notice that you still had one glass slipper. It didn't disappear with the rest of it.

That was all you had left of that night, and you went back home holding it tightly, dreaming about the man you nearly kissed.

The next morning the prince paced back and forth in his room, trying to figure out a way to find her.

Seokjin was never like this. He was always calm and collected, but something ticked in his mind when he met you. He needed to find a way to get you back into his arms. He didn't even get to kiss you.

He held the heel you left behind in his hand and came up with a great idea. He needed to have this heel reach every maiden's household to see if it fit. The problem is, it could fit any number of the girls. He’d just have to wish for the best. His father would never let him out of the palace to do it himself though.

The grand duke was willing. After figuring out the plans, the duke took off to find the girl of the prince's dreams.

“Y/N!” Your stepmother cried out angrily. “Where are you?” She paced up the stairs but stopped as soon as she heard you.

“I’m right here.” She spoke out as you exited one of the rooms downstairs. She always seemed to rush you even if you were doing a great job.

“Where are the girls?” The looked anywhere but you as she asked this, only ever worrying about her own daughters.

You set down the broom you had in your hand and sighed. “They’re still sleeping.”

She rushed up the steps in anxiousness and you wondered what was the matter. You walked into the kitchen and grabbed the tea for them quickly and ran upstairs, only to overhear their conversation.

“What’s wrong, mother?” Both the sisters were in the same room, both tired and yawning up a storm.

“He’ll be here any minute!” She rushed, pulling back the curtains to bring light inside the room.

“Who?” They asked simultaneously with a yawn.

“The grand duke. He’s been hunting all night.” She rooted through her daughter’s wardrobe. “For that girl! The one that lost her slipper at the ball last night. Apparently he’s madly in love with her.”

“The duke?” One of them asked, only to be interrupted loudly.

You walked into the doorway at this moment, looking back and forth at the sisters and your stepmother.

“No, the prince!”

You stopped in your tracks. So that man you met—the man you nearly kissed—was the prince?

You gasped. “The prince?” The glass teapot that was in your hands slipped through your fingers, sending shards all over the floor.

“You clumsy fool! Clean that up!”

You couldn’t even pay attention or acknowledge the fact that you were spoken to. The only thing you did was slowly fall to the floor and clean it it without paying close attention. You couldn’t believe it. You…met the prince?

“Why are you telling us this then? If he’s so in love with that other girl?”

Your stepmother side glanced you and continued to root through the wardrobe. “Because not even the prince knows who she is. The glass slipper is the only clue. So one of you must fit into it.”

You glanced up as you cleaned the mess, listening intently to what was going on. “The grand duke was ordered to try it on every maiden in the kingdom. If the shoe fits, that girl will be the prince’s bride by order of the king!”

“Bride?” You whispered in shock, still unable to wrap this around your head.

As the sisters clashed together in search for clothing you saw yourself out, blissfully dancing to the door to your room.

Your stepmother watched you as you swayed, and she narrowed her eyes. Something was certainly fishy about you, and she didn’t have the time to let you become someone better than her daughters. She sneaked up the stairs and peaked through the door, watching you as you sang lovingly in the mirror.

You coughed of glimpse of her in the corner of your eye and turned around, only to see her slide the key into her pocket and lock the door, slamming it.

“No no no!” You cried out, running to the door. “You can’t leave me in here!” You banged on it with your fists as hard as you can, only to hear her footsteps slowly disappear.

You set your back against the door and slid down to the floor. How were you supposed to meet the prince now? How would he ever find you?

You lost all your hope. When you heard the trumpets sound that the duke was here, your heart dropped to your stomach. You let a few tears fall, upset that no one here would even care enough about you. It spoke a thousand words when your step mother locked the door on you, not caring if you needed anything, or to be happy for you if it was your slipper.

The duke came into the house and glanced down at the two sisters who definitely weren’t the prince’s cup of tea. He still had to do his job anyway. He read out the decree and told the older sister to sit down first to try it on. When the glass slipper seemed like it fit like a glove he stood back in awe, that is, until she lifted her foot up and it was only covering half of it.

Meanwhile, the magic rats were up to something. The smallest one was able to gently slide into your stepmother’s pocket. The others stood by and were able to reach it when the small rat lifted it up. They hurriedly rushed the key up the stairs, but it was a bit heavy for them. This was going to take a while.

The duke sighed and shook his head. “Let’s try the next young lady.”

The next sister tried to forcibly squeeze her way into it. She kept complaining that her foot was just swollen today and kept trying. The duke sat there with a frown, knowing that it wasn’t either of these girls. “Are you sure there isn’t another maiden in this household?” He asked you stepmother, grabbing onto the heel and keeping it safe.

The rats were tired, but were able to reach the top of the steps. Now it was time for you to shine.

“No, there’s no one else here—“

“Your grace! Wait!” You cried and rushed down the grand steps of the chateau. “May I try it on?”

The duke’s eyes widened as he took notice to your appearance and smiled. He signaled his servant forward as you reached the bottom of the stairwell.

Your stepmother rolled her eyes. “Don’t pay attention to her.”

“She’s just y/n! A nobody!”

“Madam.” He stood sternly next to your stepmother. “My orders were every maiden. Now if you would excuse me.”

He motioned you to sit down in the chair and beckoned his servant to bring the glass slipper towards you. As he came closer, your stepmother stuck her foot out, only to come to the servant tripping, which sent the glass slipper flying through the air until it smashed right before your feet.

You weren’t too worried about it—since you had the other slipper—but the duke nearly cried and he tried to piece it together. “No no no, this is terrible!” He cried out. “What could we do?”

You smiled at him and then glanced to your stepmother, who was smirking. You always new she was no good for you. But now you were done. “Perhaps..if it would help?” You slid the other slipper out from behind you. “The other slipper?”

He gasped and grabbed ahold of it excitedly. He reached down to slide it onto your foot, and when it fit, he breathed a sigh of relief. The prince could finally be happy.

~

Bells chimed and people cried out as you rushed down the stairs of the palace in your grand wedding Dress, holding onto Seokjin’s hand tightly with a smile. This was a dream come true. A fairy tale. Everything worked out for you at the end of it.

Here you were in the back of a carriage taking you both somewhere for alone time, but you couldn’t help but blush as his hands cradled your face. “I’m so glad I found you, y/n.”

You stared lovingly into his eyes, glancing down at his lips slightly. “I’m so glad you wanted to find me, Seokjin.”

He stared at you like no one has ever before. He looked at you with such intent it nearly made you melt. His eyes glanced from your eyes to your lips and once again he leaned it for a kiss, this time actually happening.

His lips softly touched yours, slowly moving into you as his hands cradled your face like you were glass. You wrapped your arms around his neck to deepen this kiss, so in love with each other.

All this struggle, and now here you were in each others arms, happily in love and wishing it would never end.

And they lived happily ever after.