#Literally had to stop doing my finals just to draw him

[eternalglitter]

♫ Have Ya Babies - Smoke Moore

(3) Why has it been so long? Why has it been so long? Why has it been so long? Why has it been so long? Why has it been so long? Why has it been so long?

Aspen was adamant about wearing the color yellow. Ever since she agreed to go out with Smoke, the color of the sun was calling her name. Adrienne was also, quite literally, calling her name.

“So you’re ready to be back out there?” Adrienne asked sincerely. Aspen didn’t do casual. She didn’t like unpredictability. Everything about the Moore lifestyle screamed both. Even if Adrienne had no clue just who Aspen was easing towards.

“Yeah. I’m just agreeing to lunch.” She rushed out. She was grateful that they were talking traditionally rather than FaceTime, otherwise Adrienne would’ve clocked her hesitation.

“Okay.” Adrienne got quiet for a moment. “And I can’t see him again because of what?” She quizzed.

She wasn’t obsessed with Aspen’s love life, but if someone was taking her out, she deserved to know who — in case something went left.

“Adri.” Aspen sighed. “I’ll be fine. Promise. My location will be on.” She reassured.

A few more true crime stories later and Adrienne finally let it go.

“Just be safe.”

Aspen hung up, grateful. Her best friend, always full of concern, meant well but she was eager to pursue this independently.

The yellow dress matched the version of herself she wanted Smoke to see — confident, elegant, not trying too hard. It dipped low enough to draw the eye and stopped just short enough to let the imagination do its job. Appropriately dressed for lunch. A museum, maybe. Or anything else Smoke Moore might pull from his sleeve.

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Stack eyed his brother in gentle curiosity. One thing missed about identical twins? They mirrored each other. Stack felt Smoke’s feelings and he wore them on his own face.

This time though, Stack was confused.

Smoke was expectantly blank all the time, but in times of celebration, worship, and praise he was a bit loose. Unguarded.

Stack felt that his brother looked off.

The lawsuit was dropped and they had the exclusive performer for the VS Fashion Show, two things that Smoke had been striving for. Smoke was quiet even for himself.

“You got better places to be?” Stack teased. Half jokingly, half concerned. Smoke never talked about his feelings. Not to Elias. Not to anyone.

In the past when his feelings were hurt he would just go mute. He’d toss his old trainers on and run for miles. Away from daddy. Away from responsibility.

“Elijah I done told you about being so hard on those shoes.” Disappointment in his eyes. “How you gone be a big brother and you doing the same stupid shit.”

“Yes sir.” Elijah replied, his head lowered in defeat.

He told Elias that they shouldn’t run in them but Elias was the only one who pushed his buttons.

“What you scared of? A challenge? Slow poke. Slow poke!” Elias taunted throwing little pebbles at his brother.

“Quit it.”

“Na slow poke. Slow poke smoke’s what we gone start calling you. Slow poke too scared of smoke.” Elias taunted repeatedly until Elijah planted his feet on ground and left Elias in a dusty, smoke-like, cloud.

“Man quit I wasn’t ready!”

The was the first time that Elijah clung to the name Smoke. The beginning of his resentment towards his father and guiltily — towards his brother.

“I’m satisfied Stack.” Smoke huffed out, still sounding grumpy, but aware of his brother’s observation.

Something was throwing him off. Was taking a woman out for lunch so foreign for him? That couldn’t be what broke his normal, blank expression. Not this early.

“You should be! Now I called Metro and they-“

“I got plans tonight.” Smoke cut him off. Smoke had no business being near Stack and Metro at the same time. Especially not today.

“Sammie said you’d say no anyway.” Stack sucked his teeth. “No fun.”

“Ay don’t be poisoning my cousin man.” Smoke looked up. Staring Elias in his eyes made his stomach churn sometimes.

“Whatever.” Stack’s eyes lowered. “What you doing that you so busy tonight?”

“Bye Stack.”

Stack sucked his teeth again. “Don’t go fatherin’ no kid and pin it on me!” Stack called out as he walked away.

That would definitely go the other way around if that ever happened. Luckily they didn’t have the same taste.

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Smoke sat in her driveway in silence. He’d been there for a few minutes before he texted her. He scoped out the block. Made note of her car, cute. Texted her once his car was in park.

I’m here. Take ya time.

In no rush to speed up this evening, Smoke quietly sparked one up. Just a drag. Just to ease his mind. This was the first date in a while, his first of the year.

Aspen did her time. Enthralled by her own presence she hadn’t heard Smoke’s message come through. It was only five minutes though.

She sprayed a little bit of her favorite perfume, kissed her cat goodbye, and made her way downstairs to see Smoke.

To see Smoke.

That felt unreal. Smoke Moore was in her driveway. And only the two of them knew it.

How long could that last?

Smoke ashed the blunt as soon as Aspen’s front door opened. Got out of his own seat and walked around the passenger side to open her door.

His eyes swept over her like a slow draw. Yellow dress. Yellow heels. Yellow might be his favorite color.

“Ya look beautiful.” Smoke admitted once she was in earshot.

“Thank you.” Aspen smiled shyly. The warmth in his voice did more to her than the heat outside.

Smoke looked good too. Fitted white tee, tailored black bottoms, and a scent that made her thighs tense. He smelt like a man who needed to be taken care of. Handled carefully on hands and kn-

Aspen blinked away the haze. That was not where she wanted her mind. A man like Smoke had accessible sex. Would he really go through all of this if it was just for sex?

“Smells nice in here.” Aspen revealed, eager to break the tension. She felt like she could hear her own heartbeat.

“You smell nice. Look real nice too.” He complemented again. From the corner of his eye he could still see her eyes blink away what she was desperately trying to hide.

“You always this kind?” Aspen laughed, deflecting away from the fact that Smoke was sizing her.

“Only when I see a lady in a sundress.” He smirked as they approached the red light.

“Guess I should wear one more often then,” she said, biting back a grin.

“Absolutely.”

“So where we going?” Aspen asked. He said that he was taking her out but never specified where.

“I know a good spot. Good people.”

“I love good food.”

And Smoke knew how to use a highlight to make a decision.

He knew this could be trouble — but trouble rarely smelled this sweet.

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♫ Now playing: Come Thru - Drake

“You still in school?” Smoke asked. He was trying to keep up with the titles being released from her mouth.

“One more semester to go.” Aspen smiled.

“Ya scared?” He asked genuinely. “For the weight of carrying other people’s burden?”

“You know what it feels like?”

It got quiet. Not awkward — just full.

The waitress appeared just in time, refilling their glasses before either of them had a chance to respond.

“On the house. Mr. Moore’s a good man.” The girl admitted looking admiringly at Smoke.

“So I hear.” Aspen’s eyes never left Smoke’s.

“Don’t flatter me Lis’.”

“Somebody has to. You sure won’t do it yourself!” She laughed walking away with the wine bottle.

“You don’t celebrate your wins?” Aspen asked once she walked away.

“Pay that no mind.”

“Mhmm that says no.” Aspen raised. “How come you not celebrating right now.”

Aspen heard about the lawsuit being dismissed. Some of her friends reposted the announcement on their pages. The lawsuit was effecting their efforts to headline Coachella, something every artist eventually wanted to do.

“I’m exactly where I want to be.”

“Here’s to you Smoke. One of many accolades acknowledged.” Aspen smiled clinking her glass with an uncertain Smoke.

“Come on. Clink my glass or I’m calling the kid back out here.” She joked. Smoke sighed but he complied, lifting his glass to touch hers.

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They stayed longer than expected. The plates were cleared, but neither of them made a move. Just two half-full glasses of wine, and a low instrumental playing in the background.

“I ain’t ready to drop you off yet.” Smoke admitted after enough silence had passed.

“I don’t have a curfew.” Rolling off her tongue with clear approval. She was having a better time than anticipated. This might’ve been the first time she felt seen as a grown woman and not just something pretty.

Smoke was a listener. He answered questions but rarely offered information unless asked. He listened to her words, imagined some of the places she’d been, and made mental notes of her interest.

Something about needing a pilates studio? He’ll figure that out later.

Smoke held the door open for her once they left the restaurant. Lunch was amazing and the owners had been good people just as Smoke said.

They didn’t drive far. Just a few blocks down. The sun had started to drop low enough to give everything that golden glaze. The light bounced off Aspen’s skin, almost if the sun was complementing her outfit.

Smoke slowed as they passed a faded blue storefront, easy to miss if you’re speeding. The windows were a bit worn, painted with various album covers.

“Thought that looked like a record shop,” he mumbled.

Aspen blinked. Then again.

“Wait.” Her voice high. “That’s— Jesus. That’s still open?”

“You been here?” Smoke eyed. He could hardly see the store being active based on the appearance alone.

“My brother and I used to come here all the time.” It rolled off her tongue so easily. She hadn’t meant to say the thoughts aloud. Not before she could dress it up.

“They had this back section just for underground hip-hop. He used to spend hours back there, trying his best to win Nas tickets.”

“Ya brother spit?” Smoke asked as he parked. Aspen couldn’t help but to watch as he turned his head to reverse into an empty parking spot. What a side profile.

Aspen didn’t answer right away. She just looked at the building like it would answer for her. Like it could wrap her in a tight hug and pull her back in time.

“No,” she said once Smoke looked over. “He just really loved music.”

Once they stepped inside a soft bell greeted them. Followed by the familiar crackle of something spinning from the back — Marvin Gaye filled the room just like did so many years ago.

Dust floated in the sunlight like memory particles. Aspen’s heels muffled against the old carpet. She spilt a coke here once on this very same carpet. Moving too fast, laughing too hard, enjoying the moments that she couldn’t get back now.

“Everything’s exactly the same,” she whispered. “Even the smell.”

Smoke watched her. Carefully. The way her fingers ghosted over the shelves. The way her eyes scanned the vinyl like they were searching for something that wasn’t even there. His eyes danced in precision as he walked behind her.

“Your brother,” Smoke started, walking closer to the vinyls that Aspen rummaged through.

“He the only family you mention,” he said. Not accusatory. Just observant. Just using the little knowledge that she revealed.

Aspen stopped. Just for a second. Her back still turned away from him.

“Yeah,” she said. That was it. She didn’t need to say anything else.

Smoke didn’t press. He didn’t need to.

He reached past her gently and picked up a worn copy of Illmatic. The one her finger had been silently brushing over.

“This his favorite?”

“The favorite,” Aspen said with a stiff laugh. “He used to say Nas taught him more than school ever did.”

Smoke studied the cover, flipping it over like it weighed more than it did. He knew this album. Knew some of the people on it too.

“Smart man.”

Aspen looked at him then, eyes just a little too shiny.

“He was.”

Smoke didn’t respond. He wasn’t too good at comforting people. Instead, he paid for the record and handed it to her without a word.

Aspen held it close during the entire car ride home. It was the first time in years she held a piece of Joseph outside of a memory.

The first time she felt physical comfort from something that reminded her of him. The first time that she felt seen in the eyes of grief. Smoke Moore was the one who did that for her.

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@thefutureemmywinner

@coldeforprez

@rolemodelshit

[cheekinpermission]

Did somebody ask for another Twst OC yap? No?? WELL TOO BAD HERE'S ANOTHER GOOGLE DOC FULL OF NOTES ABOUT ANOTHER SONA!!!

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1VM2UBbaJITu6POnCHpzz_zVx51dMwvTP-_YepLP8dfQ/edit?tab=t.0

Meet Isabelle Fairywinkle-Cosma! She's my Fairly OddParents oc who I twisted from Timmy Turner but specifically those AU's where he becomes a Fairy and gets to stay with his REAL family who LOVES HIM TO DEATH- Can you tell that I've been reading a bunch of Fix-it family fics after the New Wish show came out??

Anyways, Izzy actually IS Timmy Turner! In a way. She's a "What if Timmy was born a girl but instead The Turners actually wanted a boy so they only refer to her by her middle name 'Timothea' and using he/him pronouns and she's finally 'comes out' after being adopted by her fairy family and begins her transition into a Fairy and goes by Izzy and uses she/her pronouns, so she's a secret trans allegory 🏳️‍⚧️?" idea. So it's the same Timmy Turner from the TV show, she's experienced all the same exact things only she's occasionally called Izzy by her Godfamily. Towards the end of the show and before they introduced the blonde girl, Izzy wished that when Cosmo and Wanda were no longer her godparents, she would become their biological daughter and stay a part of their family as a Fairy, however since she is young and needs time to adjust to a new body Izzy is turned into a hybrid of the two species with limited magical abilities.

So, in a spectacular twist of fate, Izzy ends up at a school for learning magic with the rest of her family!

Like I said earlier, this fic doc doesn't have as many notes as Bella Haddock did but that doesn't mean Izzy's story isn't as fleshed out, I've added a bunch of dms between me and Shoopy about her but I never got around to editing any of them lol. If you wanna know any specifics about her or how she and her fairy fam interact with the boys and what would happen in any Book or Event moment, I'd happily tell you more!! Feel free to ask any questions!

This is me whenever techno submits a new OC

You always have so much lore and detail with your characters its crazy. You even said Izzy isn't as developed, but the Google Doc is literally eleven pages long lmao

I'm gonna be so for real - I haven't watched anything Fairly Odd Parents related since I was in elementary school. I don't think the dog was even a thing by the time I stopped watching it. I'm not really caught up on the recent lore. All I know is recently Poof made an appearance as a grown up and suddenly I had Fairly Odd Parents thirsty fanart on my timeline LOL

I find it curious that you've sent me two OCs, but neither was based off of a Disney property. Do you have any? I just figured that was where most people would draw inspiration from. (I can't judge because Erin wasn't based on anyone from Disney either lol)

You're just so creative Techno. How do you do it? AJDKASJD IM JEALOUS

Thank you Shoopy for being Techno's sound board we appreciate your service.

[mebssann]

Sir Pentious has my whole heart and he deserves nothing but good things for the rest of his (2nd) afterlife

[demigod-of-the-agni]

Peter Parker if he got bit by a radioactive sword ☢️🟢⚔️

if I had a nickel for every time I made a Spider-Man au based off a video game, I'd have three nickels, which isn't a lot but it's concerning that it's happened three times. This au is the spidey/final fantasy vii mashup, where Peter becomes the Unreliable Narrator

anyway someone pretty please write this au for me <333 I'll pay you <3333333

bg variants under the cut

the BIGGEST dilemma(s) was figuring out if I should

A) keep the eyes in my art style (no colours, just the highlight), bc ngl it makes him seem more babey (pic 1),,, or

B) add the mako-glow to the eyes so i could be lore-accurate.... also I spent a lot of time!! on colouring in those pixels!!!!! dammit!!!!!!!!! (pic 2) and

C) OF COURSE i was struggling to choose between the white and red backgrounds!!!!! evil me!!!!!!! making difficult creative decisions!!!!!!

i will,,,, try to draw the other peeps as well (mj as tifa and gwen as aerith ,,, mmm yesss esysey yes ssss) but i fear the monkey brain has already died........ i will try tho,,,,,,,,,,

[arkhambug]

you were staring. very unabashedly so, too. just… oogling your boyfriend, watching as he lounged on your couch, his black shirt fitted around bulging arms, the hem riding up around his tummy to reveal that line of thick black hair that dipped below his plaid pants.

oh my god, those stupid plaid pants. they made you wonder what the hell the hype was about grey sweats, when those existed.

and it’s not like you had anything to be ashamed about, either. he was your boyfriend, all six foot something of him, for fucks sake. all the thick muscles, and short cropped hair, and scars, and fuck, those eyes. you could look if you damn well wanted to.

you’d tried very hard to convince yourself all morning that you were fine, and definitely not ovulating, and fine.

but in that moment, watching your boyfriend literally just sit there, eyes shut and head tipped back, this was not you. it was some evil entity, possessing you and in full swing. you were ready to jump him, and it wasn’t even ten in the morning yet.

your gaze kept dropping lower, toward those pecs, all soft and plush beneath the fabric of his tee, and you could feel yourself start to salivate.

it wasn’t even anything provocative either, but the sight of his tits in a black shirt, tight over the unflexed muscle, was driving you up a god damned wall.

you curled your legs up beneath you, arm perching you against the back of the couch, the other pressed between the low of your thighs to physically retrain yourself from grabbing him like a deranged person.

because, no matter what you did, it was almost impossible to stop imagining just throwing yourself at him, and doing some entirely unspeakable things. things you know you’d never do unless it was this god forsaken time of month.

“you good, ma?” Jason asked, finally breaking the tense silence, and drawing your attention away from his torso. he was staring back now, one brow raised quizzically, and his scared lip curled up in questioning.

“your eyes are dilatin’ and shit.”

yeah. you got up, wordlessly, and walked toward the kitchen.

[threewaywithdelusion]

Can we talk about the attack on the Foxes and exactly how many triggers that's going to set off?

How much do you want to bet that Lane swung for Neil's ribs first because he'd mouthed off in the interview and revealed that Jean had had broken ribs? How long until Jean puts it together and blames himself for the fact that he and Neil now share matching rib fractures from the Ravens? (Neil doesn't care. He'd do it all again).

Andrew has a broken collarbone so bad it needed surgery, and he's going to have to wear a sling for several weeks. He's immobilized and unarmed (literally if he can't wear a knife on his injured arm. A knife in the armband of his working arm would do nothing because he can't draw it with one hand). And Andrew has an immense fear of being too weak to defend himself, especially with a broken bone to make him a target.

Kevin. He's finally grown a spine and this is the first time we see him literally fight the Ravens. He throws hands in defense of his Foxes, and Neil in particular, when Kevin from a year before would never have. But he saw Andrew, his protector, his shield, the man he promised he would make Court, with a hand dangling limp and useless at his side thanks to a broken bone. How many hours did it take before they got Andrew into an x-ray and saw that it was fixable? How long did Kevin stare at Andrew's limp hand, memories of Riko and his own broken bones going through his mind?

Allison was off the court, but that's the part that's going to kill her. Only she, Renee, Nicky, and the freshmen were off the court, but the freshman don't count. Allison had to watch through plexiglass walls as her team was hurt, unable to do anything to help, and she probably thought how many times is this going to happen? How many times am I going to be sidelined while my friends are hurt? how many times will I be useless in protecting them from the Ravens? (It's been one year since Seth died. Since Allison let him go out and lost him and she's never stopped wondering if things would have gone differently if she had been there that night.)

Nicky is also stuck outside the plexiglass, watching as Andrew is the first to go down. He remembers Andrew fighting for him outside Eden's, remembers how Andrew never regretted defending Nicky even when it got him put on those hated meds. And he can't help but feel like a useless guardian because he wasn't there when Andrew was attacked at Thanksgiving (he was the reason Andrew was in that house) and he isn't there now. All he can do is watch.

The Foxes have a long road to recovery and they've definitely survived worse. But with so many old scars torn open, this year might be just as rough as the last

[lqveharrington]

Gentleman | R.L.

summary: remus lupin is the perfect gentleman.

pairing: remus lupin x fem!reader

includes: fluff, you and sirius are practically siblings, rem defending his girlfriend, someone gets pushed off a boat

a/n: all my inspo literally comes from the music i listen to 😭

James had invited the entire group down to the lake for the summer because it was the last summer before the last year of Hogwarts. He thought it should be memorable, and everyone loved the idea. His parents allowed him to borrow the lake house and boat, but only if everyone's parents were okay with it. Of course, your parents trusted you with your friends. The only rule was to stay in separate rooms from your boyfriend. Oopsies.

As the Potters’ boat slowed to a calm stop, the summer wind continued to blow through the air, the clouds nonexistent in the blue sky. The sun shimmered across the lake water and the radio played the top hits of the month, the sound drowning from the talking of the boat’s riders.

When Sirius had enough of all the chitchat, he quickly shed himself of his top and jumped into the lake water, splashing Marlene who was trying to tan on the boats end. She cursed him out and threatened to pull the ladder away when he splashed her again.

Witnessing the entire interaction, you hid a laugh behind a smile and left the girls to sit beside Remus who was sitting underneath the shade of the boat. You tucked your legs underneath your lap and leaned your chin on his shoulder. On instinct, his calloused hand found the space underneath your calf and gently squeezed even when talking to James. You admired his face glowing in the sun for a beat, eyes following the scars that were left behind from bad nights before he finally turned and met your loving eyes.

“Hey.” You murmur and grin when you felt him press a soft kiss to your lips. “Sirius just went into the water." He hummed and kissed you again, making you hum and separate once more. "You don't want to join him?”

“And leave you here all by yourself? What type of man do you think I am?” He thumbed your leg and felt for the rushing blood, ensuring there was a pule and that you were in fact real. It was a habit he was quick to have learned because of a full moon incident a year ago.

You shrug and rest your cheek on his shoulder instead, watching the gulls fly by and circle the food James was grilling. As he tried fighting them off with tongs, Lily and Dorcas began to draw sunscreen images on Marlene's back, not bothering to cover up their giggles.

“You don’t want to join the girls?” Remus tilted his head and scanned your side profile, following the contour of your face. He memorized every single bump and crease, gingerly tucking a piece of loose hair behind your ear when you looked back over at him.

You raise a brow at his guilty smile and analyze his mannerism, rubbing the one bit of sunscreen into his cheek. "What?"

“You just wanna stay in the shade with me, don't you, dovey?" He brought his hand up and gently cupped your cheek, pulling you close enough so he could press a kiss to your temple.

“Of course, wherever you are, I follow.” You grin as a blush creeps up your neck, not realizing Sirius had gotten out of the water and rolled his eyes at how affectionate the both of you were being.

“You two are so gross." He covered his eyes before shaking his head like the dog he was — ridding himself of all the water he brought up with him.

You groaned when you got hit with the water, glaring at the long-haired boy. He stuck his tongue out at you which you retaliated with your middle finger. You swore that Sirius had a secret hatred for you since you began dating Remus over a year ago.

Sirius gasped at your gesture and put a hand on his chest, returning the finger. Remus rolled his eyes at the both of you and gave you a pointed look, making you cover it with your hand.

"Prongs, do something! The lady won't go down without a fight!" SIrius complained and popped a soda can out of the cooler, leaning against the railing of the boat.

“Mate, I don’t know what you want me to do.” James threw him a confused look and reached inside the cooler to hand Lily her own can. "Besides, I can't do much here."

“You could toss her over board." Sirius muttered loud enough for you to whip your head toward him and glare.

"You were being mean first!" You move to stand only to be pulled back down into your seat. From the corner of your eye, you saw Remus pursing his lips in thought, making you sigh. "Rem—"

“Sit.” He practically commanded, rolling his eyes once more when you crossed your arms and legs in annoyance. But when you noticed his quick wink, you realize what he was going to do.

You smiled slyly toward Sirius when he met your eyes again. The poor unsuspecting bloke. Sirius gave you an annoyed look and went to say something — probably insulting all women — when Remus pulled him aside.

Assuming Remus was going to hangout with him instead of you, Sirius stuck his tongue out before yelping in surprise as Remus pushed him off the boat. Your eyes widened with a smile, stretching your neck to see where Sirius was flailing. The three girls burst out into laughter at the predicament and quickly moved away from all the splashing water, grabbing a polaroid to take a picture before he could get out. James just shook his head in disbelief, clasping his arm around Sirius’ and helping him up.

Remus tossed a towel in Sirius' direction before sitting beside you again, kissing the side of your head like nothing happened. You gave him cheeky smile and laced your hand with his.

“What a gentleman.” You chide before letting out a noise of surprise at the feeling of his lips on yours, dropping your hand to lay flat on his chest.

“Some gentleman you are.” Sirius muttered as he dried himself off. When he realized Remus was staring back at him with an unimpressed look, he took a huge step back behind James and quickly apologized. “Kidding, I’m kidding.”

You send him another death glare before staring up at Remus with soft eyes as he thumbed your palm, a small smile taking over your face. "You know we're probably going to get pranked anytime soon, right?"

"As long as I spend quality time with you, I think I'll be fine. Besides, he won't try anything too bad." Remus tilted your head up with his index finger. "I'm a gentleman anyway."

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[mejaemin]

prompt 9 with jaem pretty plz !!!

jaemin + them discovering ur praise kink

(18+ mdni !!!) warnings: couch stuff, riding, mentions of drawing blood but its so vague, praise kink ofc an: another one that i accidentally made too long… i love my nana banana so much i had too much fun remembering and writing down our experience tgt.. bc this is our story obvi

“mm, baby, you’re so good for me..” jaemin breathes, head falling back against the couch. the noise that spills from your mouth is a mix of a whine and something a little more strangled, and that pairing with the way you clench around him has his whole body shuddering.

you grip his biceps, whining and gasping endlessly as you bounce on his lap. your arms are tired, baby pink nails leaving scratches on his skin as your high comes closer. truthfully, the way jaemin speaks to you so sweetly, making you feel so good and special, praising you with the most flowery words as his dick stretches you out.. it makes you feel a certain way, making you all flustered non-sexually, and setting your body on fire in intimate moments.

even when he speaks to his cats, petting one of the girls as he gives her praises for doing literally anything. even if it’s not directed at you, it makes you squirm just thinking about his voice, smooth and velvety, calling you a ‘good girl’ the same way he does to his babies.

“angel,” he starts, hand resting against your cheek. “where are you right now?” he stops you, hand on your hip to keep you from moving, smiling when you let out a sweet little sorry.

“thinking about you..” you mumble, looking down at your hands.

he chuckles, sitting up to connect his lips to yours. “i’m flattered.. but why don’t you focus on the real me, hm? how i feel inside you?”

you nod, slowly repositioning yourself to be comfortable, before finally starting to move again. he sighs, sinking back into the couch cushions. you’re already so close, so quick just from his face, all glossy with sweat glittering over his pleasure-stricken expression.

“oh, fuck, doing so good, my good fucking girl.. bouncing on me like that..”

he doesn’t even mean to say it, it just happens, but it’s everything you wanted. that’s all it takes, just those three words, and your body freezes, hips jerking as you cum around him. your voice is empty, hands bruising and drawing blood as you grip his muscles with one of the most intense orgasms of your life. jaemin’s right there with you, pulling you into him as his seed floods your insides.

you both stay there for a moment catching your breath. you’re frozen, hoping he doesn’t bring up how badly you just gave yourself away, but of course he does.

“what was that, huh?” he pinched your hip when you don’t respond, and you whine into his neck. “you liked that? being my good girl?”

“please shut up..” you groan.

he chuckles. “no.. it’s cute. i don’t mind calling you that from now on.. i mean, it’s what you are isn’t it?” you whine again, embarrassed by him, but he only laughs, leaving wet kisses on your cheek.

[thelov3lybookworm]

Creep

Azriel x Reader

Summary: You'd think the Spymaster lost his child with the way his room looks. Turns out it was just the ridiculous dagger Y/n came to return.

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Word Count: 2025 (i am actually cackling rn)

Warnings: kinda fluffy, the tiniest sprinkle of angst if you squint, maybe a lore drop soon omg??? but otherwise nothing serious <3

A/n: the third part in my maid!reader oneshot list YAYYY 🥳🥳🥳 i actually love this part so much omg, like the amount of details i put?? WHO IS SHE I LIKE HERRR🥹 i literally am in love omg and i hope yall like it too🥹

also yn is so funny lmaoo i love her 🥹😭

ANYWAYS, ENJOYYYY!!!🥳🥳🥳

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Moonlight spilled in through the open spaces between the pillars like liquid silver, the sight ethereal as Y/n quietly made her way through the hallways, down, down into the servants quarters.

The hallways were deserted, not a single soul in sight, and involuntarily, she began humming. The sound echoed back to Y/n, lighter and lighter, merging in the cacophony of a haunting song that would have, any other day, creeped Y/n out. Chilled fingers raked their fingers down her spine, and she quickened her steps, wondering if someone was watching.

Wouldn’t be the first time, as some people did have an affinity for watching unassuming females.

Even as she finally turned into the hallway on the end of which was the stairway leading down towards her quarters, she considered sprinting, in case there was a spirit about to nab her. But before she could make good on that thought, a fae emerged from the stairway, and Y/n’s voice died down, the only sound now the echoes of the song.

Just as the last note reverberated against her skin, Olga paused in front of Y/n, offering her a stern look. Under the moonlight, her skin, as dark as night, shimmered like a million diamonds were embedded in her pores.

"This morning, when you went to clean the spymaster’s room. Did you take anything?"

Y/n’s brows furrowed. No greetings? "No, not as far as I remember."

"Remember now?" The head maid scoffed, shifting to reveal her hands from in between her robes. In them, she held a knife. It was bejewelled, a little too much to be a knife used for eating, in Y/n’s humble opinion.

Yet, she did recall seeing the knife, and putting it in the basket holding the dirty dishes.

"Oh… is that-"

"The spymaster’s personal dagger, yes."

Y/n peered up at Olga, drawing her lip between her teeth. Already, a flush of embarrassment was climbing up her neck, and the lump beginning to form in her throat under the glare that could bruise even a forest’s ego did nothing to help.

"Forgive me, I assumed it was a knife."

Olga’s white brows wrinkled. She had always been one of the more beautiful fae Y/n had ever encountered, albeit very short tempered. That didn’t stop Y/n from complimenting the older female every chance she got.

"How do you confuse a dagger with a knife? And even if you did, what fool would use this-" she lifted the dagger higher between the two, "-this thing to cut their steak?"

Y/n paused, her eyes wide. "...the fool who would put jewels on a dagger meant for combat?"

And- there. Barely visible, but a faint uptick in the corner of Olga’s mouth.

"You young kids will make me age quicker. Mother help me."

"But you will be a very beautiful old female, no? I’m sure the males would still line up!" Y/n giggled lightly, her eyes fixated on Olga’s face to catch every single change in her expression. The crinkling of the skin around her eyes brought Y/n immense joy. It made her feel like she was in the presence of her mother, making her laugh instead of this complete stranger who’d taken up the role of becoming a maternal figure after…

After.

"Go, give this back to him." Olga mumbled, offering her the hilt.

Y/n pouted, widening her eyes in hopes it would placate the female in front of her. Alas, there was barely anything that would distract Olga from work.

"Y/n, you made a mistake. Fix it." Despite the stern tone of voice, Olga’s grip was gentle as she grabbed Y/n’s hand, placing the dagger in the center of her palm.

"But I’m tired."

But Olga had already turned away, walking back towards the stairway she had come from like she had suddenly lost all hearing.

"At least will you oil my hair?!" Y/n called out, wishing she wouldn’t say no.

Olga paused, but didn’t turn. After a small moment, her shoulders lifted in a delicate shrug, and then she went on, without a word. Y/n huffed, looking down at the dagger that flashed back at her when she turned it just the right amount.

It’s your fault, you fuc- no cursing. Mama doesn’t like cursing.

Y/n sighed, then turned back the way she had come, preparing herself for the trek upstairs, her eyes fixated, once again, on the moonlight. Wading through it like water, Y/n paused just before she could take a step into the stairway.

She glanced out- over the moon drenched mountains, the glittering snow, the sparkling stars against the blanket of night- then around. Not even a dust particle in sight to witness her lone mission of returning the dagger.

It wouldn’t be too bad to let the glamour drop…

After a split moment of hesitation, Y/n turned on her heel, heading towards the marble banister under the open sky -making her way through tiny patches of grass on the smaller sitting area- protecting the fae from dropping into the open maw of the smaller mountains beneath. After another quick look around, she let her wings sprout from her back, catching a drift and letting it carry her.

As she beat the appendages, going higher and higher, feeling the wind tickle the dark, iridescent blue wings, she felt the tension release in her body. It had been so long since she had felt the breeze toying with the curved edges that curled in on themselves at the bottom. So long since she had even let the glamour hiding the wings from sight drop.

The wings unfurled after each stroke, and Y/n herself wanted to turn her head, to watch, enraptured, at the beauty of it all. She had always adored her wings, even on her darkest of days. The feeling of having the wind in your hair, the breeze playing with your clothes, the ability to feel things only a few others could enjoy had always fascinated Y/n, equally so as the whole experience of being airborne.

It gave her a high nothing else did, and so when she felt solid ground under her feet again, it was almost disappointing, considering she hadn’t even realised how quick the flight would be.

It almost made her want to beg the mother to give her a chance to fly for longer, but Y/n had long ago realised to be very, very mindful of what she asked for. She had quite an experience in the consequences of mindless prayers.

Once, she had asked for something. She had gotten it, but at the cost of losing her.

The hallway was deserted, just as it had been hours ago when Y/n had been preparing herself to face some elite fae. It was her luck that it turned out to be Azriel, and despite it being his own doing, Y/n didn’t hold the fact that it made her uncomfortable against him.

Quickly, Y/n walked over to the same door she had stared at before the same morning, and lifted her hand, landing three quick raps against the wood.

At first, the shuffling that seeped through the door stopped completely, the almost frantic shuffle of feet on the other side of the door giving way to silence so thick it was almost suffocating. And then the scuff of boots that got louder as the fae inside approached the door.

Y/n found herself staring into hazel eyes the moment the door cracked open, and she shifted, clearing her throat when he refused to say a word. He blinked, as if waking from a trance, and opened the barrier separating them wider, offering her a smile.

"Good evening."

Y/n glanced down at her hands, trying hard to ignore all the exposed amount of skin and muscle that were right in front of her. Azriel seemed to realise it too, hurriedly wrapping his bare arms across his shirtless torso, swallowing. "Good evening. Forgive me, I didn’t expect to see you here at this time."

She shook her head, meeting his gaze again, feeling blood climb up her neck at having all his attention on her. The previous times the two had been alone, Y/n had something else to focus on, something to latch onto to ignore the almost intimidating but also exhilarating feeling of being in the same space as the spymaster.

Now all that distracted her were her hands that clenched around a ridiculously jewelled dagger.

"It’s okay, I didn’t expect to be here either."

Azriel cocked his head, his eyes surveying her from head to toe and back. "What brings you here, then?"

Y/n’s eyes flicked behind him for a moment, taking in the state of the room. Saying it was messy would be an understatement. The bed was bare, covers thrown haphazardly to the ground, chairs and tables strewn about the room in a formation completely at odds with the way they had been just that morning, so neatly placed, with relatively clinical precision.

Her brows furrowed.

"Is everything okay?"

He glanced behind him, scratching the back of his neck. "I was just searching for something." He turned back around, a sheepish grin on his face. "My dagger. I accidentally left it in here this morning, and when I came back to retrieve it later, it was gone."

Y/n’s cheeks coloured as she pulled her hands in front of her body, splaying them wide to show him the weapon. "Was it this one?"

Surprise flickered in his eyes along with relief as he reached out to grab it from her grip. "Where did you find this?"

Y/n focused on his hands, unwilling to meet his eyes.

His ungloved hands.

The horror, the shock and surprising sorrow that took hold of Y/n like a hungry beast pushed the breath out of her lungs, but Y/n forced herself to recover quickly, instead deciding that looking into his eyes was better than unwittingly asking him questions he might not want to answer.

"I- uh- I unintentionally took it with me when I came in to clean this morning, thinking it was cutlery."

Bewilderment took over his expression, yet he said nothing that would have embarrassed her further. "Thank you for bringing it back. It is very precious to me."

Y/n nodded, her fingers twisting around themselves as silence settled once more. There wasn’t anything she wanted to say. And he seemed too busy fawning over his dagger to break the silence.

And anyways, she just wanted to leave and go back to sleep.

"Well, good night. I’ll get going."

She had only taken a few steps down the hallway when- "Are you going to come back?" he blurted out, making her freeze in her tracks.

"I’m not sure… Why do you ask?"

"So I can talk to the head maid, of course."

Her brows furrowed. She turned to look at him, on the other side of the threshold. "And what would be the purpose of it?"

He sighed, looking down at his boots. "Look, I… I think you’re very nice, and I would love to have you as a friend. If you want, that is."

She cocked her head. "You could’ve just said that without going to such lengths to get me in your room."

He shrugged. "I didn’t want to seem like a creep."

Her brows rose, incredulity dripping from her voice. "And yet, you’ve accomplished that goal very well."

A corner of his lips ticked up. "Forgive me?"

If Y/n were not a lowly maid, and were he not one of the High Lord’s closest warriors, Y/n would have clocked him over the head with a pan.

"Good night, Azriel."

Y/n turned, then walked away quickly, ignoring the quiet, amused smile on his face as he stepped deeper into his room and closed the door, just as she ignored the pang of confusing longing in her chest.

Just as she ignored the spark against her ribs.

Maybe I’ve got acidity.

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Damning evidence – Daichi x reader wc 846 – f!reader requested by @cottonlemonade for A blast from the past, parenting edition<3

Your lips were pursed when your husband got home from work in the late afternoon, and you gestured for him not to take his uniform off. He had been working overtime to earn a bit extra for your son’s upcoming school trip, but he would have to do a little work at home, too. “Our neighbour was just here.”

“The one with all the cats or the one with the annoying tree,” Daichi asked, leaning in to peck your forehead in greeting before toeing off his shoes.

“The one with the cats,” you confirmed, nodding slowly.

Daichi squinted at you. “And?”

“One of those cats was missing when she came home from work. She had reasons to believe it was a catnapping.” Doing your best not to chuckle, you gave Daichi the information you had gotten from the lady before pointing over your shoulder and lowering your voice. “I think our son stole the cat.”

Daichi’s eyes widened. “What? Why?”

“There was a very clear meow from his room when I knocked on the door asking if he wanted dinner before or after you got home. He said that he needed to do some homework. In other words, he asked me not to come in.”

You finally cracked, letting out a little snort of laughter at the same time as Daichi did, and you both spent a minute leaning on each other and snickering at your son’s ridiculous crime. Daichi was quite hungry, so you also stopped by the kitchen for an apple and had a briefing on his day before you made your way to the stairs. “Good cop, bad cop?” you asked.

“I’m thinking cop,” Daichi pointed to himself, then to you. “Mother.”

You snorted, waving him off. “You’re an idiot.”

Daichi scoffed in insult, gesturing to his well-worn uniform and looking somewhat cocky in his next words. “I’m literally a cop.”

You knocked on your son’s door, opening it despite his urgency in telling you to keep out. “We have a warrant!”

Walking inside calmly, you just managed to see your son using his foot to push something under his bed before he turned to you like the young gentleman he was. “Dad! ‘Sup, how was work?”

“You can address me as Officer Sawamura.” You did a double-take and looked at your husband with surprise, before following his lead.

“The police came, they’re investigating a catnapping. A kidnapping. Of a cat.”

“Oh, that’s a shame for real,” your son empathised. You nodded in agreement.

“A meow was reportedly heard from this room about an hour ago,” Daichi told him, pretending to read from the little notebook he had pulled from his uniform pocket. “We have reason to believe you were involved in the kidnapping.”

Your son scratched the back of his head and used the tip of his slipper to draw patterns on the floor. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Maybe the cat distribution system found a new home for it.”

“Evidence number two.” By now, you were watching Daichi just as curiously as your son was watching nervously. “The wrapper from a cat food packet. Found in the trash can downstairs.”

Your son chuckled awkwardly and looked at you. “Damn, mom. Didn’t know you ate those.”

Holding a hand over your mouth, you pretended to be coughing to hide any hint of a snicker. “I don’t.”

“Son, please be honest with us,” Daichi requested, finally done with the script he had made up while going up the stairs.

“That’s pretty damning evidence, honey,” you added, walking over to your son and patting him on the back. “Is there a cat under your bed?”

Just as you said that, a grey cat made its way out from under the bed, licking its lips before meowing again. The boy sighed. “There was.”

Daichi picked up the cat, scratching it around the neck. “Why did you steal it?”

“I wanted to show this girl in my class. Her cat died, and she’s been so sad about it,” he muttered.

You looked at Daichi with a pout, and he seemed equally moved by the purpose. “That’s valiant of you, but you could have just asked to go pet the cats.”

Groaning, he rubbed his face with both hands. “I didn’t even think of that.”

“Return the cat before dinner. Tell her about the girl, she’ll forgive you right away,” Daichi instructed, a caring smile on his face. “And you’re grounded for the rest of the week, no computer except for doing homework.”

“Fine.” He took the cat from his dad, huffing in annoyance before stomping down the stairs.

Daichi looked at you and wiggled his eyebrows. “Want me to make that two weeks?” he yelled.

Shaking your head affectionately, you gave your husband a big smooch on the lips before following your son down the stairs to get dinner started. Meanwhile, you wondered if Daichi remembered that time he cut his neighbour’s flowers with scissors to bring you a nice bouquet for your first date, back when you were teenagers. Like father, like son.

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Prompt: drawing on the lads men while they sleep -> part.1 (Xavier,Zayne) Warnings: suggestive (hehe) A/N: I've been stuck on this prompt for a while, so I decided to just post what I had written so far. Part 2 coming later! Hope you enjoy, cuties! 💕

Xavier💫 -> 681 words

“I’m home,” you said loudly as you closed the door behind you. It had been a long day at work, and all you wanted was to cuddle with your sweet boyfriend and the couch.

“Xavier ?” You took off your shoes before walking into the living room, looking for him. Weird—he usually reads a book on the couch while waiting for you to come back.

“Babe?” you called softly, walking down the corridor toward your bedroom and opening the door gently. And there he was, in all his sleepy beauty — the sun caressing his angelic face, his t-shirt slightly raised as his hand rested beneath it. You let your gaze linger on him for a few seconds before walking over to his side of the bed.

Letting your bag drop to the floor, you sat at the edge of the mattress, gently brushing away the few sweaty strands from his forehead. He nuzzles his face into your hand, still in a deep sleep, he was really cute like that, you thought before a mischievous idea came into your mind. 

You leaned to grab your bag,rummaging around, before pulling out a pen.Removing the cork with your teeth before gently taking his hand, the one that wasn't under his shirt, placing it on your thigh so you could have some support. You started by drawing some stars on his hands, adding a bunny hopping on them before focusing on your final masterpiece, a small doodle of Lumière. 

You must have chuckled a little bit too loudly because you start to feel his hand squeeze slightly your thigh.  

“Hi,” Xavier’s voice was rough as he pulled himself from sleep. A smile slowly crept across his face as he took in your figure, squeezing you a little tighter.

“Hi,” you said, trying to hide your mischievous act behind a bright smile as you leaned in to kiss him. He eased into the kiss, his hand sliding from your thigh to your hair, pulling you toward him as close as he could, before suddendly pulling back.

“What did you do ?” he asked, looking at you suspiciously, eyeing you up and down. 

“Nothing!” you giggled, straddling him and moving his hand to your back. 

He moved his head to the crook of your neck, placing his lips right where your pulse beat the strongest. You felt a shiver run down your spine as he nipped at the skin.

“You’re lying.” “Did you just—” “Yes, I did. And you’re either lying or arou—”

You planted your hand over his mouth. “Xavier you can’t say things like that !” You felt him smile beneath your palm before he slid his hand from your back to take yours away. 

It was then that he noticed the small drawings on his hand, and his smile grew wider—until his eyes fell on the drawing of Lumière. His smile disappeared, and his eyebrows furrowed.

You didn’t have time to open your mouth to defend yourself before Xavier’s arms wrapped around you, twirling you around. Your back hit the mattress where it had been just seconds before, and you could still feel the warmth of his body against the sheets.

Your eyes settled on his almost feverish gaze and the way only one of his hands caressed your body while he let the other dangle as if it were no longer part of him.

“You had to draw him on my dominant hand, princess. Well, that’s going to be a little more difficult than usual, but there’s no way I’d let him touch you.”

“Babe, Xavier, that’s literally yo—ah!” You felt a small pinch on your side, not enough to really hurt but enough to stop you from finishing your sentence. “Did you just pinch me?!” you asked with a chuckle.

“Yes, I did, and you are in no position to make a complaint, Miss Hunter,” he said as he leaned in to kiss you again. And when you kissed him back and he caught your lip between his teeth, you knew you were in for a ride.

Zayne❄️→ 833 words

You had decided to surprise Zayne at his work; he had been overworking himself for quite some time and barely had time to rest. You missed spending time with him, he was working on some project to improve the hospital’s management and patient reception, as well as create a  better space for families so they can be close to their sick loved ones while feeling comfortable and supported.

Behind his cold demeanor, he truly had a heart of gold, and your job as an incredible girlfriend was to take care of him just as much as he took care of his patients and you.

That’s why you were currently heading to the hospital, as the sun was setting over the city, your footsteps echoing through the deserted streets as you took the final turn leading to the hospital. You were wrapped in a thick coat, carrying two bowls of soup and several cupcakes you had taken the time to prepare earlier that afternoon.

You walked through the sliding doors, offering a polite hello toward the front desk before stepping into the elevator, which had just opened to reveal a few familiar doctors you'd seen before. You gave them a small smile before entering. The ascent was quick, the soft sound of jazz filling the small space.

You were so excited to see him you couldn’t stop smiling as you walked toward the door of his office.

You knocked enthusiastically. “Zayne?”

No response. You knocked again. Still nothing.

You turned the doorknob, hoping you weren’t disturbing him.

"Zayne?" you called again, taking careful steps into the room before noticing him in the corner — slouched in his armchair, his legs casually stretched out on the footrest. He had changed into something more comfortable — a plain black cotton t-shirt and pajama shorts. He was probably planning to sleep there, even though his shift was over. Your eyes settled on his long legs, marked with a few thin scars, and an idea began to form in your mind.

You grabbed a pen and the rolling stool, sliding over to him with a smile on your lips and settling beside him. You used the stool’s lever to lower yourself as much as possible, letting your arm rest on the edge of the footrest. Then, you began to draw, focusing on the shape of climbing ivy and the snowflakes you traced along his leg, making sure each one was unique. You added seals on each knee, and they were sending kisses to each other -so cute. 

After a few minutes, you became lost in your inspiration; drawing snowflakes was truly relaxing. Then, a hand came to rest on your head, gently caressing your hair.

“Are you having fun ?” He asked rhetorically, looking at you with a “Are you serious?” kind of expression, but with a hint of tenderness still in his eyes.

“Yes, a lot actually,” you answered, letting your head rest on his legs, his hand still tangled in your hair. “I brought back soup and cupcakes”

“You didn’t have to.” Zayne twirled a strand of your hair around his finger. “I know, but I missed you and wanted to take care of you.” “That’s why you broke into my office to commit your mischief,” he said, pinching your cheek. “It’s not breaking and entering if the door isn’t locked,” you retorted, trying to playfully pull away from his grasp. 

He let out a small laugh before scanning your drawings on his legs. “I can see those are snowflakes, but what is this on my knee?”

“Those are clearly seals!” you exclaimed, standing up indignantly before he caught your arm, pulling you toward him, making you land on his lap. “I know, I’m joking, love.” You weren’t sure if he really meant it or if it was just to stop you from sulking.He gently touched your cheek. “By the way, you should have waited for it to dry before resting your head on my legs.” You now had pieces of snowflakes and some ivy leaves on your cheek—the ink had smudged a little on your skin. 

“At least we match” you chuckled, putting your cheek against his. “At least…” His hand came gently under your chin, turning your face toward his, pulling you into a quick kiss.

“What’s that for?” you asked, a blush spreading across your face, your lips still hovering over each other. Zayne raised an eyebrow playfully. “Do I need a reason to kiss my girlfriend?” You opened your mouth to respond, but he beat you to it. “And if I even needed one, which I don’t, you brought  sweets.” As he spoke, he guided one of your legs to straddle him.

“Yes, I put them on your des—”

“I wasn’t talking about the food,” he started to trail kisses down your neck.

“Oh.” your hand found its place on his shoulder squeezing the muscle slightly as he nipped on your collarbone.

Maybe you were going to spend the night here too.

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PRISON TOJII (he’s so addictive🤭) if he’s so bad then why does he look so good? like that’s literally my baby daddy y’all✊🏼😍 i wrote this kinda quick sorry i’ve been so busy y’all

“hey doll it’s good to finally meet you.”

the words rang through your ears having this be the first time you heard his voice, it was deep and rough his ton was teasing you quietly.

Prison Toji who’s eyes track as you reach into your bag grabbing a small notebook and pen. Opening the notebook revealed a page already full of questions you were waiting to ask him. oh how cute you are thinking about him so much just so excited. he’s pulled out of his trance when you finally speak.

“hi toji, it’s great to finally meet you too” your voice soft at first from your original anxiety about the situation. i mean your just here to meet him for your class nothing more. right? you wouldn’t be here because you love reading his letters telling you how pretty you are. how he wished he could take you out properly. Shamelessly telling you how hard he got to your pictures, but he was just flirting he’s a man in a prison it’s what happens.

Prison toji who finally speaks next the seconds feeling like eternity for him. He doesn’t want to have to sit across a table from you he wants you in his lap sitting pretty just how you are now.

“That’s a lot of writing in your lil notebook doll, you been thinkin of me?” this time his tone laced with teasing and smirk displayed on his lips. it draws attention to his scar, you had never asked about it not wanting to push things you shouldn’t, but you can’t help but ask anyways.

“where’d you get that scar?” pointing to your own lip as you looked up at him. a small chuckle escapes him surprised at your bluntness.

“well you’re quick to the questions today. you wanna get a closer look at it?” the gawking look one your face giving you away. with a quick nod you were leaning across the table to get a closer look as he did the same to help you.

Prison Toji who stops you with an almost surprised grunt when your hand reaches up to touch his lip where the scar is

“shit sorry” quietly escapes you as you looked away for a second toji takes this as an opportunity

“you’re okay sweetheart just gonna get us in some trouble if you do that.” his lips next to your ear as his breath brushing against your ear “can’t control myself around such a pretty thing like you.”

Prison Toji whose pants grow so much tighter when he sees how flustered you get from such a simple comment. You turn back to face him, his eyes instantly meeting yours challenging you telling you to do it, see how far it goes, see how bad he possibly is, and just like a moth to a flame you do just that. your hand grazing where his scar is going to cup his face, it was all so fast you could barely process it. he forced himself forward slamming his lips to yours. shock took you first then you eased into the kiss and began kissing back. and then you remembered HES A PRISONER AND THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE FOR SCHOOL.

Prison toji whose ready to snap his cuffs when you pull away. leaning into you as much as he could almost whining when your lips part from his. he sees you shocked and guilt ridden with your finger touching your lips

“whats wrong doll didn’t like it? give me another chance to try again” his body fully leaning to you practically half way over the table.

“im sorry we shouldn’t hav- it wasn’t bad- just we can’t Toji.” your thoughts swirling the world is spinning. Could you get kick out of school? what if someone saw? are there cameras in here? why do i still want to? it’s wrong.

“It’s fine sweetheart no one will know, just you and me i know you want more from the look on your face and the way your sqeezin your thighs. don’t even try to deny it.”

Caught. like a fly in a trap, he’s got you.

Prison toji whose cock jumps when you slide out of your seat and approach him looking to make sure the guards weren’t watching. unknowing to the fact that toji already blackmailed both of them to let him have all the privacy he needed with you. the look in your eyes as you approached was pure lust and need for him.

“your sure we’ll be fine right?” you say as you lean down towards him

“im positive doll i made sure of it.”

Prison Toji who finally snaps his cuffs unable to take anymore. grabbing your hips and pulling you into his lap his face clashing with your the kiss is sloppy and full of need. a small sound escaping as he deepens the kiss.

“i’ve been dreaming of this.”

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a very late valentines idea but had to share it…

it’s that time of year where everything is pink and red with hearts everywhere. another year of celebrating valentine’s day. the entire spider society is decorated in pink and red. everyone is clad in those colors in various styles. cards, flowers, boxes, candy being passed around. everyone is in the holiday spirit.

well, everyone expect miguel.

before, he hated valentine’s day. it’s the day of love and he had no one. everyone he cared about was gone. what was the point of celebrating if you didn’t have someone to celebrate it with?

every year on that day, miguel would spend it in his office sulking like any other day. either going through reports of anomalies or rewatching videos of his precious gabriella, his true valentine.

peter and the spider teens would offer him gifts, which miguel wasn’t fond of. the spider teens would give him various candy and cards. a special card from hobie that had a drawn middle finger inside, which of course pissed him off and tossed it away. the only gift he accepted was a drawing of himself from mayday. he was on the verge of tears but couldn’t corrupt his ego so miguel stored it away in a drawer.

he hates valentine’s day.

until this year, miguel is celebrating for the first time and it was all because of you.

when he first met you, miguel was undeniably mesmerized by you. a pretty, smart, determined yet sassy woman. at first, he was against the idea of having another assistant since he already had lyla but it was her idea to have an extra one. plus, the medical staff needed some extra help so you weren’t only his assistant but also a nurse in some way. not to mention you aren’t a spider person and come from his own universe, just an ordinary person.

as time went on, miguel developed a crush on you. of course the idiot denies it and refuses to acknowledge it. but the way his heart beat increased and cheeks warmed up whenever you’re there said otherwise. miguel hasn’t felt this way about a woman in years and it honestly scares him. no matter how hard he tries denying his feelings for you, he couldn’t.

now here he is, trying to come up with a valentine’s day gift for you. marching around his office, a frown on his face and bunch of grumbles from his lips. why is so hard to get you a gift? maybe because he doesn’t know what to get you or what you’d like. or maybe because he hasn’t done this in years. it’s like all brand new to him and he doesn’t want to mess up.

“why not make her a card and write a poem inside it? it’ll be cute!” lyla magically pops up by his side.

“a poem, seriously, lyla? i can’t write a poem and it’s ridiculous. think of something else.”

the ai rolled her eyes. “oh please, miguel. women love poems. well, most of them but she definitely does.”

miguel stops marching around when she refers to you. do you like poems? would you like a poem from him? the man can’t even write one for fuck’s sake.

“no, suggest something else.”

“i’ll help you! that’s literally my job.” she cross her arms, shooting an obvious look.

miguel ponders for a moment before sighing. “fine.” he just can’t believe he’s doing this, writing a damn poem but it’s for you so supposedly it’s worth it.

you are worth it.

after lots of arguing, miguel finally crafted a poem, with lyla’s help of course since she mainly composed it herself and miguel only made a few tweaks to not sound that cheesy. the part he did make himself was the card. a simple red heart with your name in the middle. miguel isn’t an artist but it doesn’t look that bad, he put in his effort just for you. he decides to leave the card on your desk while you’re on your break. miguel stays there for a moment, thinking that this was a stupid idea and was about to take back the card but it was too late to back out when he heard the familiar sound of your heels clicking approaching. miguel rushes off in time before you could notice him. his heart beats frantically with anticipation, pounding in his chest.

returning to your desk, your eyes light up in surprise when you notice a card with a heart on it. your head tilts in curiosity as you pick it up. back in his office, miguel pulls up the monitor of your mini office and feels his heart race as you inspect the card. a million thoughts ran through his mind.

do you like it? do you hate it?

opening the card, you read the poem written inside. it was so heartwarming, making you smile shyly. miguel catches that and his heart skips another beat. as you finish reading the poem, you eyes land on the tiny signature at the end. a tiny ‘— M’ in black ink.

who is ‘M’?

your brows furrowed in confused as you think of people you know that have a ‘M’ lettered name. one particular name pops up to your mind and your smile widens immediately. miguel noticed your realization and his heart has never beaten so damn fast.

do you know it’s him?

those crimson eyes follow your tiny silhouette as you exit your mini office and head to the cafeteria. those thick eyebrows furrowed in confusion as miguel continue following you through the monitors. you enter the cafeteria and approach one of the spidermen, making him more confused.

what are you doing?

with the card pressed against your chest, you gently tap the spiderman’s shoulder and he turns around. miguel’s eyes widen in shock. marco, spiderman from earth-9025. share some similarities with miguel in terms of appearance, expect marco isn’t abnormally tall or insanely buff.

“hey, um… i wanted to say thanks for the card, it’s very sweet of you.” you smile.

marco’s brows furrowed in confusion. “card? i didn’t…” his eyes land on the card in your hand then decides to change his mind. “oh! um, no problem! i’m glad you liked it. h-happy valentine’s day.” truth be told, marco has a crush on you as well.

oh miguel just lost his shit. how the fuck dare that little shit take credit for the card that he made for you? the poem that he, and lyla who helped, wrote for you?

his fists clenched at his sides, blood boils with anger and jealousy as miguel seethes at the sight in front of him. that fucker took credit for his gift to you and is acting all lovely dovely with you.

someone stole his valentine.

oh that little shit is gonna pay for it.

beside the angry and jealousy boiling in his vein, sadness lingers in his heart as he watched you smile at marco. smiling at the wrong man. miguel should be the one be blessed with that smile. but instead another man has that honor and it pisses him off.

miguel couldn’t concentrate for the rest of the day. he watched you engage in a flirty conversation with marco in the cafeteria which went on for a while. the little shit had shitty jokes and flirting tactics but apparently it made you smile and laugh. miguel hated every second of it yet he couldn’t look away. he couldn’t look away from you, seeing you so happy with another man.

he feels so… defeated.

yet again, miguel did only sign the card with his first initial. there are thousands of other people who have names that start with an ‘M’ so he isn’t the only one. how can he be more stupid than he already is? finally, he turns off the monitor after lyla repeatedly told him to shut it off a while ago. he can’t bare it anymore.

someone else took credit for his work and now has claimed your heart before he could.

his first valentine’s day, in a long time, ruined.

perhaps it was stupid to give it a chance.

as he was preparing to leave for a mission to distract himself from his broken heart, miguel sees you approaching with that gorgeous smile on your face and two coffee cups in your hands.

“you look like a zombie.”

oh you never fail to amaze him with your sarcasm, one of his favorite traits about you. “funny.” he said flatly, taking the coffee from you, muttering a ‘thanks’ in return.

“so, any gifts you gotten?” you take a sip of your coffee as you lean against the ledge of his desk.

well, maybe that mission could wait. it wasn’t canon event threatening so. besides, miguel would spend time with you than be anywhere else.

“the usual, a drawing from mayday and unnecessary gifts from the kids.” he grumbles.

you chuckle. “lemme guess, hobie got you another special gift? another middle finger?”

“no, a shit emoji drawing with my mask on it.”

you almost choke on your coffee. “oh my god- that’s fucking hilarious, i’m sorry.”

miguel rolls his eyes, unable to ignore his heart fluttering at the sweet sound of your laughter. “what… what about you?”

now, he’s a bit anxious. partly because he wonders of your thoughts about his gift. but miguel is mainly still pissed off at marco for stealing his valentine.

“a shit ton of flowers, definitely not use to that but i loved it. some cards and candy. oh! i got a card with a really cute poem i thought it was from marco.”

he frowns at the mention of marco’s name. while you babble about the poem, miguel just wanted to grab you by the shoulders and tell you that he is the one who wrote it, he is the one who made the card, not that little dipshit marco. that idiot probably doesn’t even know how to treat a woman.

“but i gotta be honest…”

one of his eyebrows quirk up, intrigued.

“he’s a terrible fucking liar.”

okay, now miguel is confused. one minute you’re babbling about marco, now you’re calling him a liar.

“i know he didn’t write it. the way he was talking earlier didn’t match the vibe of the poem. he behaves like an average frat boy.”

there’s a tiny spark of hope. if miguel was a dog, his tail would definitely start wagging.

“if he didn’t write it, then who?” he can’t help but play along, secretly hoping you’d figure it out.

although, he was a bit confused by your sudden change of opinion about marco since you were having a lovely dovely time with him in the cafeteria earlier. but perhaps you were being nice to him.

“hmmm… i have someone in mind.” a teasing smile on your lips that make miguel’s knees weak. “i was thinking of who else has a name starting with the letter ‘M’ and have his way with words.”

that tail would be wagging faster. a wave of hope begins coursing through him. god he hopes you know it’s him. please, please, please say it’s him.

you reach behind you, pull the card from your back pocket, and raise it up. “did you ask lyla to write it?”

miguel blinks, shocked yet pleased. shocked that you assume lyla wrote the poem, which was the truth. pleased that you knew he was the true creator.

“i… uh… she did help me.” he admits sheepishly.

“i basically wrote it.” lyla magically appears in between you and miguel.

“lyla.” miguel groans, shooting a light glare.

“but mr. grumpy bug here did make the card.” the ai winks at you then disappears.

he appreciates his ai assistant having his back but calling him out like that, especially in front of the woman he likes, is embarrassing.

you can’t help but laugh. “well, she has a way of words but your heart is in the right place.”

speaking of his heart, it skips another beat.

“it was her idea… the poem! but i… i thought of getting you a… gift.”

oh god, he sounds like an shy idiot.

a smile creeps up to your face. he’s really cute when he’s shy, especially as the brooding grumpy man he is. “very charming of you.”

miguel doesn’t miss the sarcasm in your tone, making him roll his eyes but with a shy smile.

“but seriously though, it was nice of you to do that for me since you hate valentine’s day.”

“well… maybe i don’t have a reason to hate it anymore.” miguel briefly glances at you.

you can’t deny the way your heart flutters at that. truth be told, you always had something for miguel. every time you’re with him, you feel different. he is undeniably an attractive man. you tried burying your feelings since he was a closed off person. but now with this little fiasco, perhaps you can dig them up.

while at first you guessed wrong at who gifted you the card, you’re glad it was miguel and not marco. at a first glimpse, marco seemed like a nice guy which is why you assumed first it was him but after that encounter in the cafeteria made you realize he’s still a boy. majority of the things he said made you cringe. you only stayed and engaged in the conversation to not hurt his feelings, hence the smiling and laughing. but that’s when you realize it was someone else. you realized it was miguel, he was the right one. honestly, you didn’t think he’s the type to do something like that but you wouldn’t want it to be anyone else.

“maybe you don’t.” you smile softly at him.

perhaps next valentine’s day, miguel would have someone to celebrate with and will definitely make sure no one else will steal his valentine.

sure as hell not that dipshit marco.

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[brunchable]

How I met your Father. | Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Themes: Getting noticed by your crush. Pining from Reader.

Summary: You work at the cafe Bucky always goes to and you've had a crush on him for MONTHS.

A/N: Conntected with How's Retirement, Bucky? and Ouch, my face.

The bell above the door jingles as the early morning rush dwindles down, leaving only the occasional customer trickling in. You’re wiping down the counter, lost in thought, when your coworker, Emma, elbows you hard enough to make you stumble.

“Ow, what—” You shoot her a glare, but her eyes are wide, and she nods her head toward the door with a smirk.

“Guess who just walked in,” she whispers conspiratorially, her grin widening. “Mr. Grumpy Pants himself.”

Your heart does an involuntary flip, and your eyes dart to the entrance. Sure enough, there he is, all dark and brooding with that permanent scowl on his face. Bucky Barnes, the man who you’ve secretly—and very stupidly—had a crush on for the past three months.

“Oh my God, stop calling him that,” you hiss, but your voice is a pitch too high, giving you away instantly. You try to ignore the fact that your cheeks feel like they’re on fire.

Emma just chuckles and nudges you again, her voice teasing. “Come on, Y/N, everyone knows you’ve got it bad for him. You literally beam like a sunflower whenever he’s around.”

Another coworker, Lily, pokes her head out from behind the espresso machine and joins in. “Yeah, it’s like you’re part of some weird ‘grumpy guy fan club’ or something. He never even smiles, and you’re over here trying to win him over with puns and pastries.”

“Y’all are the worst,” you mutter, willing yourself to calm down. “And it’s not a fan club. It’s called being friendly.”

“Uh-huh, sure,” Emma drawls, winking. “Being friendly. That’s why you spend extra time drawing hearts in his latte foam.”

“I do not!” You glare at her, scandalized. “He doesn’t even order lattes!”

“Okay, but if he did,” she teases, “you’d find a way.”

“Shut up, he’s coming over,” you say under your breath, hurriedly pushing Emma and Lily away as you straighten up, forcing yourself to look composed and nonchalant.

Bucky walks up to the counter, his usual stoic expression firmly in place. He gives you a nod of acknowledgment, but not much more.

“Morning,” he grumbles.

“Good morning!” you chirp, and damn it, there’s that stupid sunflower smile on your face again. You catch Emma and Lily exchanging knowing looks behind the counter and pointedly ignore them. “Usual today?”

“Yeah, iced americano,” he replies, his voice that familiar low rumble.

You ring him up, trying to suppress the fluttery feeling in your chest. As you grab a cup and scribble his name on it (which you definitely didn’t write just a little fancier than everyone else’s), you decide to take a chance. You shoot him a playful look.

“Hey, did you hear about the coffee that got arrested?”

He blinks at you, his brows furrowing slightly. “No. Why?”

“It got mugged,” you say brightly, giving the punchline your best delivery, complete with a little ta-da gesture.

Silence. Bucky just stares at you, his expression unreadable. It’s like talking to a statue. You can practically feel Emma and Lily holding their breaths, waiting for his reaction.

“...Right,” he mutters finally, nodding slowly. “Mugged.”

You wilt a little but keep your smile plastered on. “Tough crowd, huh?”

“Yeah,” he replies, and for a second—just a split second—you think you see a flicker of something in his eyes, like amusement. Or maybe you’re imagining things.

You finish making his coffee, and as you hand it to him, Emma stage-whispers from behind the counter. “Come on, Mr. Barnes! Give her a break. She’s been working on those jokes all week.”

“Emma!” you hiss, mortified. Your eyes dart to Bucky’s, your heart hammering.

But instead of looking annoyed, he tilts his head, regarding you with a sort of curious intensity. “All week, huh?”

“Uh, yeah,” you admit sheepishly, clutching the edge of the counter. “I mean, not just for you or anything—”

“Yes, just for you,” Emma interjects, grinning wickedly. Lily nods enthusiastically, her eyes wide and teasing.

You shoot them both a murderous glare, and Bucky’s gaze flickers between the three of you. Then, to your complete and utter shock, he makes a sound. It’s barely audible—more of a huff than a laugh—but you catch it. Your eyes widen.

“Did you—” You lean forward, grinning uncontrollably. “Did you just laugh?”

“No.” He denies it immediately, shaking his head, but his lips twitch like he’s fighting off a smile.

“You did!” You point at him accusingly. “I heard it!”

“Keep dreaming, Y/N,” he mutters, but there’s something softer in his tone now. He glances down at his coffee cup, where your careful handwriting spells out ‘Bucky :)’ with a little smiley face beside it, it’s almost mocking his stubborn scowl.

He sighs—one of those heavy, put-upon sighs that he’s so good at—and looks back at you. “You’re persistent, I’ll give you that.”

“You have no idea,” you say with a grin. “And one of these days, I’m gonna make you smile for real. Just you wait.”

“Uh-huh.” He nods, raising an eyebrow as if to say I’d like to see you try. “Good luck.”

With that, he turns to leave, but just as he’s about to reach the door, he pauses. You’re still watching him, breathless and grinning like an idiot. He glances around the café, his eyes flicking to the stereo speakers mounted on the walls.

You follow his gaze, and that’s when you hear it: the soft, melodic intro to Sunflower by Post Malone. The lyrics drift through the air, the singer crooning about being left in the dust, a sunflower, and you feel a pang of embarrassment. Of course this song would start playing now.

Bucky’s gaze shifts back to you, and something changes in his expression. He looks at you—really looks at you—as if he’s putting together a puzzle that’s been right in front of him this whole time.

“See you tomorrow, sunflower,” he says, his voice lower, gentler.

You freeze, sure you’ve misheard him. “Wait—what?”

But he just smirks—smirks, like he knows something you don’t—and nods at the speakers. “You beam like one of those. Didn’t even need the song to tell me.”

He turns away, and you’re left standing there, staring at his retreating back as the door swings shut behind him. The café falls silent except for the soft chorus of the song. Emma and Lily stare at you, jaws practically on the floor.

“Did he just—”

“Yeah,” you breathe, still staring at the door. “He called me sunflower.”

Emma lets out a whoop, and Lily clutches her heart dramatically.

“Oh my God, Y/N, he’s so into you,” Emma squeals. “You broke Mr. Grumpy Pants! You did it!”

———

The door swings shut behind him, he makes it a few steps down the sidewalk before he slows to a stop, his coffee cup in his hand. He glances back over his shoulder, through the glass windows, where you’re still standing behind the counter, wide-eyed and speechless.

For a moment, he just stands there, watching you laugh as your coworkers swarm around, teasing you. You’re always like that—smiling, bright, never wavering in your ridiculous attempts to make him laugh. Even when he gives you nothing but deadpan responses and stony glares.

“Sunflower,” he murmurs under his breath, shaking his head. The word tastes strange on his tongue—soft, unfamiliar—but not unpleasant. He lets out a slow breath, and before he can stop himself, a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

“Damn,” he mutters to himself, turning away before anyone can catch him grinning like an idiot. “Persistent little thing.”

He takes another step, his smile growing. Maybe tomorrow, he’ll linger a little longer. See what other terrible jokes you’ve got up your sleeve.

After all, it’s not like he’s in a rush to go anywhere else.

[dewdropdinosaur]

Bite Dirty, Love Sweet

Alastor x F. Reader Summary: Alastor's girlfriend wears something more than scandalous (at least to him) out for a night on the town. Whatever will he do? Warnings: Cuss words, illusions to sex, PG-13. Consume media at your own discretion.

The moment Alastor walked into Y/N’s room unannounced, though he’d never admit to barging in as it was ungentlemanly and he was anything but, his smile faltered. There she was, sitting at her vanity, eyeliner in one hand, a tube of deep red lipstick in the other. But it wasn’t the makeup that stunned him; in fact, the red lip was a classic he had come to love. Nor the eyeliner, a striking but subtle cat eye never bothered him, it made her eyes pop. No, no. It was…her dress. Sleek, backless, glittering ever so slightly in the low light, it hugged her curves in a way that the Radio Demon, raised on the strict sensibilities of the 1930s, found…utterly scandalous.

He cleared his throat, but Y/N didn’t even look up. “Darling…my my, you look…” he struggled to find a word that wasn’t “indecent,” “ravishing,” or “please change right now.” Finally, he settled on a strained, “,bold.”

Y/N arched a brow at him in the mirror, a smirk already forming. “It’s a going-out dress, Al. Angel picked it out. You know, for clubbing?” She dragged the lipstick slowly across her lower lip. 

“We’re going out tonight.”

“With him?” Alastor's voice twitched in volume. “Angel Dust?”

“Yes,” she said simply, blotting her lips with a tissue. “He’s fun, and he doesn’t judge what I wear.” The jab landed exactly where she meant it to, and Alastor’s frown deepened, eyes glowing a touch brighter. She had done this on purpose had she? That devilish little smirk on her face certaintly made him think so. 

“That dress is… scandalous. Y/N, surely you have something a bit more… modest? Perhaps something with sleeves? And a hemline that doesn’t threaten to abandon you mid-step?” He approached as she stood up, his eyes scanning her ensemble like deer in headlights..

She turned to him fully now, arms folded. “Oh come on, Al. It’s not like I’m stripping on stage. It’s a dress. A cute one. You don’t have to approve it. I’m wearing it because I like how I look in it.”

Alastor sputtered a little, that cheerful smile of his twitching like static interference. “But…but, this is Hell! A dangerous, salacious place! You’re drawing attention, the wrong kind of attention.”

Filtering through he closet, Alastor started to pull out various coats, long-sleeved dresses, even a pair of tights, and began holding them up to his partner like a mannequin.

Y/N’s eyes narrowed. “Exactly. This is Hell. Where demons literally eat people. I think I can handle some attention from strangers at a nightclub, Alastor. And what I do wear? Not your business.”

Shoving him out of the way, Y/N began to walk away from him. The disrespect, the silent treatment?! He should stop her, snap his fingers, and change her outfit; she should....

He opened his mouth to argue, but for once, nothing clever came out. Instead, he let out a long, uncharacteristically mortal sigh. “I… suppose you’re right.”

Her expression softened, and that mischievous smile curved on her lips again. “Damn right, I am.” She stepped closer, tilting her head. “But… I appreciate the concern, really.” 

Then, with deliberate slowness, she leaned in and brushed her lips against his cheek. Alastor stood stock still, stunned by the warmth of the kiss. His eyes widened just in time for her to grab his tie and pull him down into a real kiss, smearing red lipstick across his mouth and leaving him breathless. When she finally pulled away, she winked. 

“Thanks for the approval, darling.”

He was still frozen in place when she clicked down the stairs, heels echoing through the hall, calling Angel’s name. Alastor’s fingers ghosted over his lips, now painted in a deep shade. He blinked, slowly, smile twitching wider as the static in his mind finally returned to melody. That was when Husk shuffled past with a bored look and a bottle in hand. He paused mid-step and gave Alastor a once-over. 

“You good, boss?”

“I’m fine, Husker. Just peachy,” Alastor replied, voice a little higher than usual.

Husk tilted his head. “Sorry, boss. It’s just, ugh, you look a little… red there.” He motioned vaguely to Alastor’s face.

Realizing the lipstick was still smeared across his mouth, Alastor’s smile faltered for a brief moment, and then, with a flare of cartoonish energy, he whirled on his heel. “Excuse me…” he said with far too much sweetness. “I have unfinished business with a very cheeky young lady.”

“Boss, I wouldn’t….ah fuck.” Husk muttered, watching the demon disappear into a red haze.

Alastor moved through the hallways like he was ready to either kill someone or… have his way with them. Y/N had bested him. Publicly, smugly, and with lipstick no less. The Radio Demon could not, would not, let that be the final word. Not tonight. If she wanted attention, she was going to get all of his. He was going to find her, and then, oh yes, he was going to kiss her again, properly. Just to prove a point, of course. Nothing more. 

[nijigasakilove]

They took a week off just to come back with this Shishou/Shisui masterclass omg this was brilliantly executed. Both father and daughter are such tragically written characters who were willing to play the villain for the greater good. Tears in my eyes because This can’t be how my Shimao ship goes down man wtf 😭 Shisui deserved to be happy. Yea, Shenmei got her due, but at what cost..

I like how morally grey a lot of the stuff in this series is. Shishou’s a complex character because he did bad shit for a good reason in his heart, but then again he also let Shenmei abuse his own daughter and treat her like a slave for years. His love for Shenmei teetered on unhealthy obsession. Once it became clear Shenmei just cared about status and thought she was too good for him, he should’ve let her go. Easier said than done, but still.

At the same time, he was obviously conflicted between his commitment to his family(mainly wife) and his commitment to the nation. It’s like he set everything up for a final confrontation in the mountains between his family and the nation and whoever came out on top deserved to win, since he couldn’t choose.

Shisui’s part in all of this was incredible. It’s hard to believe this is the same carefree ditz we used to see hanging with Maomao 😢 For the first time in her life, she really got to do what she wanted to and stand up for what she thought was right. Even at the end, she tried giving her mother a chance to make the right choice. She knew she’d take the gun, she knew there was a chance she might pull the trigger, but she hoped her mom for once in her life would do the right thing. She didn’t. Pride was her downfall.

“If only you’d shed a tear, I wouldn’t have had to do all this” literally if Shenmei had just stopped and realized what and who she had with her, none of this would’ve happened. Crazy.

The snow dancing scene was one of the most beautiful in the entire series so far. The fluidity of Shisui’s movements, the haunting OST, the cuts showing the soldiers drawing weapons.. she knew scratching Jinshi’s face would seal her fate, but she accepted it. How ironic is it that in those last few seconds, that’s the freest she’s ever been in life..

Superhero movies and comics have conditioned me to not believe someone’s dead if we don’t see a body and they conventionally don’t pan over the castle, so if Shisui is out there somewhere alive and well and we just don’t see her for years.. I’d be ok with that. As long as she can finally be herself.

Ahhh my full Jinmao reunion next week is gonna be amazing. Maomao definitely saw Jinshi trying to touch her when she was asleep and they have a LOT to talk about now that the cat’s fully out the bag with him being the prince. The next episode title of “the beginning” makes so much sense because it does feel like this was all just the prologue to the real story and Jinshi x Maomao relationship taking the next step! Can’t wait s3 please 🙏🏾

Edit: Rewatched the ending and yea this series commitment to details is crazy because you see the sparkle of the ornament in the bush so you know she survived and dumped it. What a series and what an episode.