#NE is sitting at the top right now though

[sleepyhouzuki]

for me shipping REN is closing my eyes and throwing a dart at either thinking of RE , NE , NR , or all three together for the day . my brain is funny !

[sillyteecup]

That Dam attitude

Jey Uso × black!reader

Warnings:

18+

Strong language

Suggestive content

Violence, I guess? (don't thump your partners with ores)

Translation: Thixo=God

~A.N: This is me, entering the Bloodline community with a little love for Jey (I need Triple H to stop playing with him and give him a title opportunity) while working on that little Roman AU. Hope you like it. Enjoy. ❤️

30 minutes. That's how long Josh had been sitting on the other side of their shared kayak pouting like a 5 year old. Arms folded, lips pressed, eyebrows furrowed-the whole package. All because he much rather would've stayed back at their booked villa fucking instead of actually adding some adventure to their vacation.

And Siya, was frankly tired of it. "Not you still sitting over there pouting and shit," she commented with an annoyed look on her face.

Looking equally vexed, he replied, "Not you got us in the middle of the fucking ocean at 8 am on vacation," to which Siya rolled her eyes.

"First of all, dumbass it's a dam. Second of all, I did not come all the way out here to fuck, sleep, eat and repeat, I came out here to have fun and relax," she said. The fact that they were in Cape Town where there was so much to see and do (for Josh anyway since Siya had been there plenty of times as a child) and all he wanted to do was move like a damn Neanderthal amazed her. Fucking men.

"Oh, and praytell Siya, which part of any of this is fun or relaxing?" he asked incredulously, gesturing at the kayak. "And I want you to think very carefully about your answer because if you tell me some bullshit about connecting with nature, I will flip this bitch over and we gon' swim back to the dock," he warned.

At this, Siya's eyes narrowed. There was no way this man was serious. "So you, Joshua Fatu, mean to tell me that you would trade in all of this natural beauty and peace for sex? Is that what you're saying to me right now?" They were on a kayak on the Waterfront dam with a perfect view of the Table mountain and the overall serene vibe of one of the most beautiful cities in Africa. And this man wanted to trade that in for some pussy? Bomb pussy, that is but semantics.

He smirked. "Ey ma, let's just say I'd prefer to be knee-deep different type of natural beauty, know what I'm sayin'?" he said, wriggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Usually she'd find this funny and fold like a pretzel, but this time around her pussy was sore from all the work he'd been putting in since they landed 2 days prior, she was already running out of thongs since he kept tearing them off her (with the promise to buy her ne ones of course) and frankly, she was starting to miss being able to walk without holding onto something for support. As a matter of fact, part of her had actually considered having him admitted into a rehab because his addiction to her cooch was on its way to paralyzing her from the waist down.

"You need help. Professional help," she snarked, pointing her acrylic decorated nail at him, making him chuckle.

"Girl you better stop acting like you don't like creaming on this shit," he laughed, right as an older white couple rowed by. They looked aghast, as though they'd heard his comment, which mortified Siya.

"Joshua!" she scolded before apologizing profusely to the other couple, who continued clutching their pearls while they did their best to get as far away as possible from the younger pair. She shot Josh a deadpan look, one he responded to with an innocent shrug.

"Look babygirl, ain't my fault white folk can't mind their business," he said defensively.

Siya lifted her ore and gently thumped him on the head with it, making him hiss. "No, but your big ass mouth yelling our business for the whole fucking continent to hear is your fault. No home training, I swear," she complained as she continued to row.

Still rubbing his head and trying to row with one hand, he frowned. "Oh but when you're the one hollering at the top of your lungs for me to fuck you like a little slut while doin' tricks on the dick, might I add, it's all good?" Josh retorted, to the horror of another older couple rowing by.

"Thixo," Siya heard the older woman gasp. She sent the lady an apologetic smile and let out a string of "sorries" in Xhosa, before turning to glare at Josh again.

"The fuck all these old people doing out here so early anyway?" he exclaimed, albeit, quietly. "This is a sign if you ask me."

Siya was seething. "Fuck, you," she hissed with a deadly glare to match.

"Tuh, I wish you would," Josh replied, earning another, this time less gentle, thump to the side of his head. He raised his eyebrows, challenging his girlfriend to do it again. "Girl, you better stop playing with me, 'else it won't be no discussion."

Another thump.

"Siya," he warned, mildly irritated.

Usually she would stop but this time she was annoyed by his prior antics. "Joshua," she mocked him, moving to deal another thumped, only for him to grab her ore.

His face was set in stone. He definitely wasn't playing anymore. "Stop it," he commanded.

Siya however, was not moved in the slightest. "Or what?" she challenged.

He leaned closer to her, careful not to tip the kayak over as no one was rowing at the moment. "Keep fucking around and you gon' find out real soon," he growled.

Siya kissed her teeth defiantly. "You ain't gon' do shit."

Josh chuckled darkly as he sat back up straight. This girl was clearly dead set on testing his patience and she was gonna reap what she sowed. She didn't know it yet, (or maybe she did) but as soon as they got back to that villa he was gonna put her back in her place and fix that damn attitude.

[scarletwinterxx]

je ne sais quoi - jaehyun

this man posted on ig and suddenly i'm here writing😅 srsly like he's sooooooooo boyf material it's making me mad hahah anyways hope you like this one.

this can be a part 2 of this scenario, someone commented for a p2 so here you go😅🤍

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: a bit suggestive, fluff, whipped jaehyun

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"Babe, what's your 2024 goal?"

You hear your boyfriend ask from beside you, letting out a chuckle before answering him. Something he might not expect to hear

"Be pregnant"

It was almost comical, the way his head turned towards you in a slowmo manner like he did not just hear those words right.

"What?" you asked, blinking innocently back at him. When he kept on staring at you, you couldn't help but burst out laughing. Leaning over rest your head on his chest.

You feel him kiss the top of your head, "I mean if that's what you want, I'm sure I can make it happen"

Snickering at his words, you know he's smirking right now without even looking at him. "Is that what they mean when they say fuck around and find out"

He laughs, pulling you even closer to him. Doesn't matter the rest of the couch is vacant, he wants you always as near to him as possible. After the surprise you gave him on his birthday, the man's practically (and sometimes literally) on his knees for you. Jaehyun wasted no time to ask you to be officially his. And even though the two of you started out on a casual relationship, you were elated to finally call the fine young man your boyfriend.

And it's been a fairytale ever since. If Jaehyun was lowkey before, it definitely changed now. Any time the two of you are in public, best believe he will find a way to stick by your side the entire time. His eyes stay on you and only you.

"But like really? is that your goal for next year?"

"Why? Do you not want kids?"

"I want kids with you, that's the only correct answer for me"

His words got you folding, ready to give him all. If he said he wants to have your kids then who are you to say no.

"You can't tell me that when I have the worst baby fever, like seriously. Just imagine our kid in cute outfits this time around oh my god"

"I mean if we get to it right now I'm sure we'll have a baby by Christmas next year"

You don't know if he's being serious or just indulging you right now. But the very thought of a baby that looks just like Jaehyun is enough to make your ovaries explode metaphorically.

"Shut up, now you're just teasing me" you hit him on the chest

"Babe, you would definitely know if I'm teasing you"

"Are you like serious though, no fucking around. Do you want to have kids? maybe not now but in the future something like that" you mumble

He smiles while listening to you. It's like you have no idea how precious you are to him, you can ask him for anything and he'll always do your bidding. You can ask him for the stars, he'll map out the entire universe for you.

"Yes, and I was being serious. In the future, I want to have kids with you. I'm in it for the long run baby. I don't really see anyone else being the mother of my children"

"Children, so as in plural" you giggle

"Yea, but it's up to you. How many you want, that's how may I want to"

You look up at him, smiling so big it almost hurts. "Do you have any idea what you do to me, Jeong Jaehyun?" you whisper

"As you do, my love. I don't even understand it sometimes, all I know is you're on my mind always" he said looking straight in your eyes

He holds the back of your neck, pulling your face towards his until your lips are against his. He can feel you smile against the kiss, making him do the same. You move from sitting beside him to sitting on his lap, his other hand holding your hip in place.

The two of you get lost in each other's touch, kiss until you run out of breath. He kisses your face, down your neck until he finds the spot only he knows about. The one that makes you squirm and make all the pretty noises he's crazy about.

"At this rate, you're going to give me a child before new year comes" you breathed out. Hugging his head against you. You can feel his lips continue on doing the magic, it will definitely leave a mark you thought.

"Should I start calling you daddy now?" you rasped out, vou feel him stop what he was doing,

"Oh you're definitely getting it now" he says before standing up, lifting you along. Hands under your thigh's as he carries you towards the bedroom, your giggles echoing down the halls.

[c-e-d-dreamer]

'Tis The Damn Season - Part Three

A/N: Man, don't you hate it when you're two idiots clearly still in love with each other, but unable to properly talk about your feelings? At least someone's getting action in this cabin this weekend 😉 Hope everyone enjoys, especially the beloved bestie @xxvalkyriesxx! I know I'll be enjoying #JailTime 😈 @acotargiftexchange

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Nesta scoops a spoonful of sugar from the glass dish, pouring it into her mug and stirring it into her tea. She carries her mug into the large living room of the cabin. Someone started a fire before they all left, but Nesta still grabs a blanket from the wicker basket. She sets her tea down on the coffee table, curling up in one of the oversized armchairs with her book and the blanket draped over her legs.

She shifts until she’s really comfortable, eagerly opening her book to the last page she’d bookmarked. She’s more than ready to take advantage of the empty cabin for the day, of the peace and quiet up here in the mountains. She’s more than ready for the main character of her book to stop fighting it and give in to the big, hunky duke that wants to give her the world. She’s more than ready for a distraction from the thoughts of the previous night that have been vying for her attention all morning.

She hates to admit it, but last night was some of the best sleep she’s had in a while. Although, maybe it shouldn’t be that surprising. She used to always love staying at Cassian’s apartment or convincing him to stay the night at hers, and not just because he would make her breakfast in the morning. There was a comforting safety wrapped within the circle of his arms, and his big body was always so warm. And even though she often grumbled, she really didn’t mind when he’d sleep almost fully on top of her. It was like her own personal weighted and heated blanket.

And she hates to admit it, but she misses it. Misses him.

Nesta isn’t sure if she imagined it or not, but last night, she swore she could feel Cassian’s arms curled tightly around her waist. That she could feel the warm weight of him pressed along her spine and seeping beneath her skin. That she could feel his nose buried in her hair and his soft breaths fanning across her ear. But was it real or was it the dream of a memory still tied like a golden thread around her heart?

“Hey, Nes.”

Nesta’s head snaps up at the greeting, surprised to find Cassian standing in front of the french doors that lead out to the cabin’s back patio, a stack of firewood cradled in his arms. She can do nothing but watch as he steps out of his snow covered boots, as he pads across the room and toward the large, stone fireplace. He kneels down, taking one of the logs and tossing it onto the fire, the flames crackling and growing in response.

“Aren’t you supposed to be skiing with the others?” Nesta finally asks, sitting up straighter and closing her book.

“You don’t have to do that,” Cassian says, not even looking her way as he sets the remaining logs in the rack beside the fireplace.

“Do what?”

Cassian sighs softly, pushing back to his feet and wiping his hands on his jeans. “It’s just me. You can relax. You don’t have to worry about donning that mask you always wear.”

Nesta has to swallow hard against his words. Leave it to Cassian to still see straight through her, even after all their time apart. It used to terrify her, the way he seemed to see all the way down to her very soul, the way he was intent on peeling back every piece of armor, on squeezing past every defense she’d so carefully laid until he’d wiggled his way right into her heart.

It terrifies her now that he’s still never really left.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Nesta deflects instead.

“I broke my ankle earlier this year.”

Nesta frowns at the explanation, her attention instantly darting down toward Cassian’s ankles, looking for any sign of injury or discomfort. “I didn’t know that…”

“Don’t worry. It’s all healed now. I even finished PT already,” Cassian assures her, moving to settle on the sofa perpendicular to Nesta’s armchair. “But I figured it’s best not to risk anything on the slopes.”

Nesta hums softly in response, but she’s not really sure what else to say. Things are so stilted and awkward between her and Cassian now. His fingerprints used to be tattooed across her skin, the crack of his smile used to bring light to her shittiest and darkest days, his laugh used to be her safety net and the space between his ribs her home, and now they’re… this.

There’s too many emotions tangled between them, a heavy ache that settles deep in Nesta’s bones and a yearning that still pierces through her heart. Too messy, too many unsaid words, and with every second of silence that passes, those words only seem more intent on cloying up her throat and choking her, the tension scraping hard against her skin.

And the two of them are now stuck inside, just the two of them together, for the rest of the day.

Perhaps this is the weekend where Nesta finally decides to give skiing a proper try again.

“So what are you reading?” Cassian breaks the quiet.

“What?”

“The book you’re reading, what’s it about?”

“You want to talk about my book?” Nesta asks, her tone dry.

Cassian chuckles softly, pushing a hand up and through his hair, a nervous tick he still hasn’t quite kicked it seems. “Well, I doubt you want me to ask how you’ve been.”

“Why do we have to talk at all?”

Cassian shrugs at that, settling back against the cushions of the sofa, so Nesta decides to return to her book after all. But it’s easier said than done. She tries to focus on the ink splashed across the pages, tries to focus on the words and the characters and the story. But they all just blur together, that needling voice in the back of her mind continuing to draw her attention toward the man sitting a mere foot away from her, the eyes she can feel watching her.

“Fine,” Nesta says, snapping her book closed again. “How have you been?”

“Now you want to do small talk?”

“We’re stuck here until everyone returns from the slopes, so unless you have any better ideas…”

Cassian hums, as though he’s really thinking about it, before he reaches toward the coffee table in front of him. He pulls open one of the drawers, rooting around until he produces a deck of cards and a handful of plastic spoons stored there. He slides the cards out of the packaging, and Nesta is transfixed watching the way his hands move, the way his fingers flex, as he shuffles them. Somehow, the large span of his hands make the cards look small.

“Well?” Cassian asks, tearing Nesta free from her spiraling thoughts and gesturing to the space across from him.

“You can’t play Spoons with two people.”

“Says who?”

Nesta rolls her eyes, but she stands up, dragging her armchair until it’s across from Cassian, getting comfortable again with her blanket. Cassian’s grin grows, and he shuffles the deck of cards in his hands one last time before divvying up four cards for each of them. Nesta quickly snatches up her hand, taking a moment to arrange her cards in numerical order. Not the best start, a two, a six, a jack, and a queen.

“So how did you break your ankle?” Nesta asks, reaching forward to take the card Cassian slides toward her. An ace of spades. It becomes the start of the discard pile.

Cassian chuckles, deciding to add the next card he draws to his hand and sliding a new card toward Nesta. “How do you think?”

“Something stupid, then.”

“Mor got this new dog, a tiny little chihuahua thing she named Bella. And it hates me, genuinely despises me.” Nesta can’t help but laugh at his words, but Cassian’s grin only grows in response, the hazel of his eyes surprisingly sparking despite his words. “I’m serious. The dog planned the whole thing. It purposefully got under my feet and tripped me.”

“You’re clearly giving that dog too much credit,” Nesta tells him, trying to keep her face neutral even as she picks up another jack, trading the two in her hand for the card.

“Maybe I was always just meant to be a cat person.”

Nesta can’t help but think back to the afternoon date Cassian took her on to the small cat cafe downtown. Can’t help but think about the tuxedo kitten that had climbed onto Cassian’s shoulder and chewed at his hair while he laughed. Can’t help but think about how small that kitten had looked curled up to nap in the cradle of Cassian’s large hands. Can’t help but think about the promise they made to each other, to go back and adopt that kitten once they moved in together.

“Maybe…” Nesta agrees quietly, focusing hard on the cards in her hand.

Cassian clears his throat awkwardly, turning his own attention to his cards, and Nesta wonders if his memories have carried him back to that same afternoon too. Carried him back to the way the rays of the sun spilled through the cafe’s windows, the sweet scent of coffee and cakes, to soft fur beneath fingertips and promises just for them.

“Are you still working at the same firm?” Cassian asks after a moment, trading another card in his hand and sliding it toward her.

“Not anymore. I took an offer from a different firm. Better pay, more interesting work. I’ve really been enjoying it.”

“That’s great. I’m really happy for you.”

The sincerity of his voice is enough to draw Nesta’s attention back to his face, and her breath almost catches in her throat when she finds Cassian’s gaze already pinned on her. With the firelight dancing in his eyes, there’s no mistaking the greens and golds that make up the hazel. No mistaking the honesty, the emotions, swimming in those eyes.

Nesta opens her mouth, but she quickly closes it again, not quite sure what to say. She wants to hate the way her chest starts to tighten, brambled vines twisting tighter and tighter around her heart. But there’s no denying the emotion that wells up her throat, those unsaid words weighing heavy on her tongue and her mind again.

“You have to draw, to keep the game going,” Nesta points out instead.

Cassian laughs softly again, his lips twisting up into that lopsided, cocksure smirk of his, as he raises his hand, a plastic spoon poised between his fingers. For a moment, Nesta can do nothing but blink, her mind not quite catching up to what she’s seeing. She snaps her attention back down to the coffee table, and sure enough, the spoon next to the discard pile and stack of cards is gone.

“What?”

“You didn’t even notice,” Cassian teases, turning around the cards in his other hand to show four eights. “I win.”

Nesta scowls, tossing her own hand of cards on the table. “This is exactly why you can’t play Spoons with two people.”

“Still always a sore loser, Nes?”

“I am not being a sore loser. It’s a simple fact.”

“If you say so…”

“Fine,” Nesta huffs, narrowing her eyes and shoving all the cards back toward Cassian. “Best two out of three, then.”

She waits for Cassian to gather up the cards, to shuffle them again and deal them a fresh round of four cards, but instead, he merely continues to watch her. His smirk twists into a soft smile, his whole expression one that Nesta used to know like the back of her hand, one that Nesta hasn’t seen directed at her in a long time.

“What?” she asks quietly, feeling almost self conscious beneath that soft fondness.

Cassian shakes his head, finally gathering up the cards and beginning to shuffle them. “Nothing… just… that look…”

I’ve named every single one of your looks and poses, you know.

Those were the words he spoke to her once. She never knew exactly how many of her expressions he’d cataloged. She never knew what his names were for each one. She never knew exactly which one was his favorite, though he did claim to have one. Was it the one she was giving him now?

“No cheating this time,” Nesta tells him, reaching forward for the four cards he placed in front of her, desperate to ease that tension that keeps rising and falling between them like waves.

“Not exactly beating the sore loser accusations, sweetheart,” Cassian offers, picking up his own cards and taking a moment to arrange them to his liking. “Besides, do you really think I'd cheat?”

“Well, it wouldn't be the first time you've lied to me.”

Despite her attempt at keeping her tone light and teasing, the silence that follows her remark is palpable. Clearly, she’s hit her mark, that festering wound torn back open. It’s the subject they’ve been tip-toeing around all weekend, the subject that Nesta has tried and failed to cover up for months despite its persistence. Like wine stained red across fabric.

“I deserve that, I suppose,” Cassian finally concedes. “Does that mean we’re finally going to talk about it?”

“I don’t see what there is to talk about.”

“You never let me explain, let me tell you why I never said anything before that night.”

Nesta sniffs, crossing her arms across her chest. “What was there to explain? I know why you did it. Caught dating Feyre’s awful big sister, how embarrassing that must have been for you.”

“I don’t know what’s worse, that you think so lowly of me or that you think so lowly of yourself,” Cassian drawls, his voice bitter and dry.

It’s close. Too close.

“Draw a card, Cassian.”

“No.” Cassian sets his cards down on the table, the gesture filled with as much finality as his voice. “I’m not going to sit here and have awkward small talk and pretend while we play cards.”

Nesta raises a derisive eyebrow. “Who’s the sore loser now?”

“Nice try, Nes. That type of baity deflection might work on your sisters, but I know you too well.” He sighs softly, scrubbing a hand down his face and across the stubble on his jaw. “I didn’t know. I really didn’t know when we first met.”

Nesta sighs as well, placing her own cards down on the table. “But you knew before the dinner that night. It’s why you were acting so weird that day.”

“I know, but it took longer than you think. I didn’t start to realize until the night you told me everything about your past, your family. It was just too much of a coincidence, the stories too close to what I’d heard about Feyre. But I didn’t know for sure until I went to Rhys’ for dinner after that. I pulled Feyre aside and finally asked her about the sisters she sometimes spoke of, asked what their names were.”

“And yet, you still didn’t say anything.”

“It was never the right time.” Nesta scoffs at that, so Cassian continues, “and I was selfish, okay? Is that what you want to hear? I was. I knew you’d be upset once you knew, knew it would change everything for us, so selfishly, I just kept putting it off longer and longer. I thought that I could keep you longer, but I… I just ended up losing you anyways.”

Nesta isn’t sure what she expected Cassian to say, but it certainly wasn’t that. Maybe some part of her expected him to turn it back on her, remind her that if she and her sisters weren’t such a tangled, complicated mess of parental issues and childhood scars that scabbed over but never truly healed, that they wouldn’t have had this problem in the first place. Maybe that cruel, whispering voice in the back of her mind had expected him to finally confirm her worst fears, that it was all a game, a trick, that he was embarrassed by her.

But to admit that he was selfish…

Nesta’s pride had certainly kept her from ever admitting those words.

Damn him and his open book honesty. Damn him and his bleeding heart that he holds so confidently outside his chest. No icy walls to keep it tucked safely away. Instead, it sits beating and bleeding in the palm of his hand, stretched out toward her like he has such blind faith in the world. Such blind faith in her.

“Wow. I’ve finally struck you completely silent. That has to be a first.”

“I don’t know what you expect me to say.”

“Go on,” Cassian coaxes, his tone almost mocking as he leans forward in his seat. “Tell me I was selfish. Remind me that it’s all my fault. Tell me how your life is so much better now without me.”

“Now who’s thinking so lowly of the other?”

Cassian sighs softly, finally dropping his gaze away from her. He pushes almost aimlessly at his abandoned stack of cards on the table, as though he’s trying to gather his thoughts, trying to find the right words to say. Trying to gather his courage.

“Do you think y–”

A crash sounds from the front entryway of the cabin, cutting off whatever words Cassian was going to say. Nesta snaps her attention in that direction, just in time to watch Eris and Azriel all but stumble into the room, limbs tangled together and Azriel’s hands already pushing open Eris’s Ralph Lauren ski jacket. Both their cheeks are flushed, but Nesta isn’t convinced the coloring is just from the cold and the snow outside.

Cassian clears his throat loudly, and both men freeze, clearly completely oblivious to the other occupants of the room. Azriel is quick to step away from Eris, to put distance between them, but the illusion is long broken, and Nesta doesn’t believe the too casual stance, the cool and aloof mask, for a second.

“Shouldn’t you both be skiing?” Eris asks, raising a single eyebrow.

Nesta scoffs and rolls her eyes. “I don’t ski.”

“I broke my ankle a few months back,” Cassian offers with a shrug. “But how were the slopes?”

“Pretty good, actually. It’s a damn shame the sun sets so early this far north.”

“The other won’t be long behind us,” Azriel cuts in to add, turning and walking toward the kitchen. “I’m sure everyone will be hungry after a day on the slopes.”

Nesta snorts at Azriel all but fleeing the room, knowing damn well he’s not going to be preparing everyone lunch despite his excuse. She shares a pointed look with Eris, but the redhead seems unfazed by the actions of his boyfriend-not-boyfriend. Still, with Azriel leaving, silence settles heavily over the room again, pressing against Nesta’s skin and the reopened wounds until it stings.

She catches movement out of the corner of her eye, turning to watch Cassian push up and to his feet. He seems to hesitate for a moment, his own gaze meeting Nesta’s, hazel eyes burning low in the firelight. His lips part, and Nesta holds her breath, waiting to hear the words clearly weighing heavy on the back of his tongue, but they never come. Instead, Cassian shakes his head, seemingly thinking better of it. Instead, he follows the same path as his brother toward the kitchen, leaving that thread between them untouched, too taut under the weight of what they used to be.

Nesta finishes twisting the strands of her hair into a simple, soft braid, tying it off and letting it drop along her shoulder. She gathers up her small toiletries bag and the towel she’s been given for the weekend, switching off the bathroom light and padding back down the hallway. She’s surprised to find the door to her guest bedroom already closed, distinctly remembering leaving it open before she went to do her nighttime routine, but her confusion quickly morphs into annoyance when the distinct sound of a moan filters through the wood.

“I’ll help with cooking.”

~ * * * ~

“Eris, I’m going to kill you,” Nesta grumbles half to herself.

“Kicked out again?”

Nesta spins on her heel to find Cassian leaning against the doorjamb to his own room. He’s already changed as well, a soft-worn pair of flannel pajama bottoms hanging low on his hips, showing off and drawing attention to the hard cut of his v lines. She’s half tempted to tell him to put on a shirt; although, she’s not sure she really wants to. Not with the way his crossed arms add to the bulge of his arms. Not with the way the shadows cut into every line, deepen every swirling stroke of ink across his skin.

“I’m beginning to think this is all just a ploy by Azriel to get a proper bed for the weekend.”

“Probably. The pull-out is pretty lumpy,” Cassian offers with an easy shrug. “My offer from last night still stands for tonight though. You’re still welcome to crash in my room.”

Nesta knows that she should tell him no. She knows that she should turn and walk away, that she should resign herself to spending the night on one of the uncomfortable sofas. Especially after their conversation from earlier. Their unfinished conversation from earlier. There’s still too much tension, too many words left unsaid, brewing like an oncoming storm between them, threatening to strike them both down like a bolt of lightning.

But maybe there really is too much still between her and Cassian despite all this time. Maybe they’re still a tangled mess of golden thread tied so tightly around their hearts that it never leaves, only bruises and scars. Or maybe Nesta truly is just so exhausted and the idea of a proper bed too tempting. Because she steps around Cassian and inside his guest bedroom.

She hears the soft snick of the door as Cassian closes it, moving to set the things in her arms down where she’ll remember them in the morning. She can hear the slow shuffle as he seems to move about the room, but she can’t quite bring herself to look. Can’t quite bring herself to face him. Instead, she merely makes her way to the bed and slips beneath the blankets, tucking them up to her shoulders.

The bed dips behind her as Cassian settles as well, the warmth he always seems to exude seeping across the space between them beneath the blankets. It’s almost second nature, the way Nesta scoots back closer, chasing that warmth. A soft click and the room is blanketed in darkness as the bedside lamp is turned off. It’s like a safety net, that darkness, and Nesta dares to roll over in the bed.

She supposes she shouldn’t be surprised to find Cassian with his eyes still open and watching her. The moonlight spilling in through the window cuts a bright line across his cheekbone, along his nose. And a strand of curly hair tumbles down along his temple and across his forehead, Nesta curling her fingers into a fist in the blankets to keep from the temptation to brush it aside.

“There were surprisingly no drinking games tonight,” Cassian breaks the quiet, the corner of his lips twisting up in the barest hint of a teasing smile. “Do you think our family is losing their touch?”

“That or this is finally a sign that we’re all getting old.”

“You calling me old, Nes?”

“I do think I can see a few grey hairs.”

Cassian’s laugh is surprisingly soft, but still warm, practically curling around Nesta’s limbs like a second blanket. “We could play a game right here and right now.”

Nesta rolls her eyes, but she presses her lips together to hold back a smile. “I’m pretty sure that is the opposite of the no funny business promise.”

“If you’re scared, sweetheart, just say.”

“Fine. Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

Nesta doesn’t bother biting back her scoff. “You went through all that just to pick truth?”

“I’m cozy,” Cassian argues, making a big show of burrowing deeper beneath the blankets and offering her a winning grin. “I don’t want to move.”

Nesta rolls her eyes, but she nibbles on her bottom lip and tries to think of a good truth. Tries to think of a question she really wants to ask him, really wants the answer to. A few spring immediately to mind, a warm whisper tugging at her thoughts. Perhaps…

Maybe it’s the safety of the quiet and the dark, the perfect hiding place for whispered truths and honesty. Maybe it’s the safety of the blanket wrapped around them as surely as that thread between their hearts. Maybe it’s the way the teasing between them is so reminiscent of the way they were before, of so many nights just like this, tangled up together in bed.

“If we didn’t break up,” Nesta begins, keeping her voice barely above a whisper. “Where do you think we’d be right now?”

Cassian’s eyebrows dip slightly, and Nesta can tell it’s not a question he was expecting, what he was anticipating her to ask. She wonders briefly if he’ll answer honestly or if he’ll fall back into that mask of easy grins and teasing remarks he so often wears.

“I think… I think we’d still be right here, celebrating Feyre.” Cassian pauses, his lips parting before he closes them again, swallowing down whatever words he was going to say. “But… I think I’d have begged you to agree to marry me by now.”

“Begged?”

“Would you have accepted anything less?” Cassian’s chuckle is soft and almost breathless, the corner of his eyes crinkling. “Truth or dare?”

Nesta doesn’t bother biting back her smirk. “Dare.”

Even in the dark, the way Cassian’s eyes spark is unmistakable, his grin growing wider still. The sight leaves Nesta’s breath catching, her traitorous heart twisting between her ribs. It’s almost involuntary the way she moves closer still across the bed, pulled into that gravity, his warmth, that look on his face. It’s almost involuntary the way her gaze drops to his mouth, to the way his lips pinch as he makes a big show of thinking.

“I dare you to…”

Kiss me.

“Finally forgive me.”

The words are jarring enough that Nesta is sure that she must have misheard him. But when she focuses properly back on Cassian’s face, that smile of his is long gone. Instead, his expression is… guarded. It seems odd, practically unnatural, to see such an expression on Cassian’s face, especially directed toward her. And it stings, niggling like icy fingers around Nesta’s lungs and squeezing, digging its claws straight into her already bruised heart.

She thinks she might hate it.

“Sorry. Gods, I’m so sorry,” Cassian says suddenly, shoving the blankets off his body and clambering up and off the bed. “I don’t know what I was…”

Cassian doesn’t finish the thought, shaking his head and shoving a hand up and through his hair. He won’t quite meet Nesta’s eye, scrambling around the room until he locates a hoodie, quickly tugging it on. His name sits heavy on the tip of Nesta’s tongue, but she can’t seem to bring herself to say it, can do nothing but watch as he moves about the room and then toward the door.

“I’m sorry,” Cassian mutters one last time, and Nesta swears his voice sounds thick, as though he’s holding back tears.

The sound of the door opening and closing again is too loud in the dark of the bedroom. Too final. And it’s more than just the loss of Cassian’s large, warm body in the bed that has cold needling beneath Nesta’s skin, burrowing all the way down to her bones, to her soul. She curls her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs and staring at the door, at the space Cassian once filled.

With every moment that passes, the silence presses in harder around her, her heart sinking deeper until the ache between her ribs is palpable. Until she can do nothing but speak the truth to the empty room.

“I already forgave you.”

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Communication Issues

(GIF NOT MINE)

Plantonic!BAU team x french!reader

Description: reader is from France and lived there until he was 11/12 and then moved to america and his first language is french. He also has a little bit of an accent. Basically reader is new to the team and it is their first late night back home on the jet with him. And basically they learn that when hes tired he reverts back to his mother tongue.

CW: possible swearing, I can't think of anything else

A/N: I'm thinking of making a series about this, like just funny scenarios related to the reader being French, if y'all have any ideas let me know! Also reader is gonna be loosely based off me when im rly tired cus i get kinda giggly/floppy/goofy. ( also sry it's short)

French, translation

3rd person POV:

after a hard, and long case the team was very ready to go home. They had found a 9 yr old girl and rescued her from a man holding her in his basement to torture her. And even though it took the profilers almost 3 full days with almost no sleep to find her. To say they were tired was understatement. It was almost 2 am when they trudged onto the plane, all tired physically and emotionally. Y/N was the last on the plane and decided to take the couch to get some sleep. Just as he was sitting down Reid plopped down next to him. (Y/N and Reid liked to sit next to each other so they could read together)

“Désolé reid, je veux lire avec toi, mais je suis trop fatigué pour ça” (sorry reid, i wanna read with you but im too tired for that) you said to him, slightly slurring your words. “Huh?” Spencer looked up at you with a small crease between his eyebrows. The switch in language caught the rest the rest of the team off guard as well (evidently by the looks on their faces) you peered at them just as perplexed and asked “Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas?” (Whats wrong?).

“Dont worry guys I’ll talk to him” said spencer with a little giggle at his new friends antics. Morgan gave spencer a little knowing look and eyebrow wiggle at his conversation with Y/N, despite having no idea what they were saying. “Mon biche, tu parle français maintenant, pas anglais.” (Darling, you’re speaking french right now, not english) says spencers with a small smile. a look of understanding dawned your features and you said “je suis?! Oh c'est pas grave, Oh, tu n'as besoin que de me comprendre de toute façon.” (I am?! Thats okay, you’re the only one who needs to understand me anyways) you say with a wink ad a giggle. Spencers cheeks went red and emily gave him a questioning look. “Y/N, tu fais quoi?” (y/n, what are you doing?). you just gave him a mischievous look before putting your head on his shoulder and snuggling into him to fall asleep. The rest of the team got bored of making fun of the pair and began their own conversations or trying to sleep. But after a minute or two the team heard and hushed but strict “shhhhh!” coming from their resident genius. “You guys are so loud! hes asleep!” said spencer’s while he gestured vicariously to the sleeping figure drooped over his left side. “hush up pretty boy, your little boyfriend over theres out cold dont worry about it.” said derek with a teasing smile. spencers cheeks turned even more red than before if hat was even possible and started stuttering about the sleep man not being his boyfriend. “okay, okay, hes not your boyfriend,” said derek with his hands up in surrender after spencer kept spluttering on about y/n not being his boyfriend.

(small time skip)

As the plane landed people began packing up their things and getting ready to get off the plane. But y/n and Spencer had moved and when the team looked over they found the two agents passed out on top of each other and snoring lightly.

THE END

[birdiebirdjay]

Trick or treat for fic idea :)

(Ik, Ik, I'm so late with this)

HOLUP IM STARTING THIS WITH 44 MINUTES OF OCTOBER LEFT I GOT THIS I SWEAR (THIS IS BEING WRITTEN ON MOBILE AND PROBABLY ALSO WONT BE PROOFREAD SO BE WARNED KSKDHSKSHSKSH)

also this is mostly percy and penelope at the start but then more oliver bc we heart these three :)) can be read as platonic or romatic or qpr or anything

(uh post writing note i got a bit carried away with this-)

Penelope was sitting against the headboard of Percy's bed, her legs folded under her and a Quidditch magazine in her hands. "Oliver, did you know Merle's retiring?" she asks, her brows furrowing slightly. "She was the-"

Abruptly, she cuts herself off. There was... a weight on her thighs. She looks down, raising an eyebrow when she sees a few locks of red hair under her magazine. She closes it up and stares at Percy, who stares right back.

"What are you doing?" she asks, confused, but she can't hide the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. He's clearly trying much too hard to act casual, looking at a book propped up on his stomach. "Percy, that can't be good for your neck."

"No, it's alright," he says, shrugging a little and shifting about. "You don't mind, do you?"

"Well no, I don't," she rolls her eyes affectionately, running a gentle hand through his hair. "But seriously, I'm afraid you're going to cramp something. Oliver, look, tell him." When she doesn't get a reply, she looks up at Oliver's bed, where she sees him prodding at a whiteboard with his wand and muttering to himself. "Oliver?"

Oliver finally looks up, blinking a few times. "Wha-" he stops, his eyes landing on Percy. Slowly, he starts grinning, an amused and slightly smug little smile. "Percy, you're gonna destroy your neck."

"Oh, shut up about my neck, would you?" Percy grumbles, picking his book up and holding it up in the air instead so his neck is a little straighter. "There, is that better?"

Oliver laughs, setting his things away before flopping down onto Percy's bed. "If you wanted to cuddle, you could have asked," he says, rolling over onto his stomach and poking a now very red-faced Percy in the side.

Percy opens his mouth, then closes it, glaring at Oliver for a moment. He huffs under his breath, putting his book down almost aggressively and rolling onto his stomach as well. "Whatever," he mutters, burying his face into Penelope's stomach. She catches him saying something else, but his voice is muffled by her jumper.

"What was that?" she asks amusedly, shifting a little lower on the bed.

Percy sighs, moving his head to the crook of her neck. He'd probably never admit it, but it was nice, being sandwiched in between the two of them. "'S not usually that simple," he mumbles, rolling his eyes.

Penelope and Oliver exchange a confused look. "Not that simple?" Oliver asks, wrapping an arm around Percy. "What do you mean? I mean, you've got tons of siblings, and they're all pretty close."

Percy laughs, a bitter sort of laugh. "Yeah. I mean, close to each other. They're not exactly the cuddling type, though, I don't think."

"Hold on. Close to each other?" Penelope asks, looking down at him. "You said that... weirdly."

"Well... yeah. I mean, they're close to each other. They all sort of go in pairs, but- you know. We have an odd number of siblings."

"Oh."

They're all silent for a few moments. Oliver finally breaks it, resting his forehead against Percy's shoulder. "We're a three. It's a nice odd number, though."

Penelope nods, taking one of Percy's arms and wrapping it around herself. "I like odd numbers anyways. Three is my favorite," she says, leaning down to kiss the top of Percy's head.

"Right. I'm number three on the Quidditch team." Oliver smiles. "And Percy, you're the third sibling in your family!"

Penelope and Oliver continue listing things about the number three, and Percy can't help but laugh. "God, you two are..." he trails off, the words dying on his tongue. Instead, he smiles, kissing Penelope's neck and turning to kiss Oliver's cheek. "Lovable. You two are so damn lovable."

And... thank you. For telling me all I needed to do was ask.

[wjhik]

Whoa... (Jude Bellingham)

Y/N's POV:

Jude has always been much bigger than me. While he does make me feel safe, I cant help but be scared of  what he could do to me. Now, I will never ever think to vocalize this to Jude, but it is a thought that runs through the back of my mind. When Jude and I are arguing, I cant help but be afraid of him. He's so big, and even though I know he'll never hurt me, just his sheer size is scary. When you have a guy like him towering over you while he's angry, it's not the most amazing position to be.

Now you see, here's the catch: Jude knows he's big. In every way. And he loves tormenting me with that. Whether it be towering over me, making me all flustered and shy, or posting a picture of how small my hand looks in his, he loves teasing me for this. But, it's never gone farther than domestic. Because he knows how big he really is, he is so gentle with me in bed. He knows how much is too much. Even when I say I can take it, he knows I can't. He loves throwing me around, so when we had sex for the first time, I was really scared he was going to be very rough, and it didn't help that I was a virgin. I avoided having sex with him for the first year of our relationship, because 'We're still young. Why rush?' At least that's what I told him. I mean, I wasn't lying. We were only 18. I was worried he would lose interest, but he persisted.

Now, Jude and I sit on the beach together on a large beach  blanket. We have a few snacks and a cooler full of drinks. Jude is blabbering on about his future tour around the US while sipping on his beer (he's an english man i assume he likes beer). I'm just nodding my head and letting out an 'mmh' every now and then, to let him know I was listening, when reality, I'm just mesmerized at how his arms look right now. His usually light brown skin tanned into the perfect golden shade. He's wearing a sleeveless t-shirt. His veins are  bulging through his skin. 'How would his arm look around my ne-' My very intrusive thought are interrupted by fingers snapping in my face.

"Helllooo??" Jude asks me, snapping in my face. "I stopped talking, like, 5 minutes ago." He says as my eyes focus on him. "Where'd I lose you?" He asks, giggling at my state. "Sorry, baby. I was just looking at the sunset. How beautiful is that?" I point towards the sun, in front of us, all the shades of oranges and pinks swimming around in the sky. Normally, this would be a normal thing for me to zone out at, except for the fact that my eyes were burning into Jude. "Oh, really? Bullshit." Jude says, smiling at me. My arm drops down from it's outstretched position. "You can't be dressed like a slut and expect me not to stare." I tell him, in defeat. He lets out a dramatic gasp and puts his hand against his chest. This guy and his expressions...

"Wow. First, you violate me with your eyes. Now, you slut shame me? Outrageous." He tells me. Him and I both giggle at his ridiculous statement. Jude puts his arms around my shoulder and pulls me into him. I put  my hand on his chest and scrunch my legs up into his lap. I'm looking at the waves rolling onto the shore. I can feel Jude's eyes on me. He leans down and gives me a kiss on my forehead. I look up at him and kiss his lips. One thing leads to another, and he's on top of me, kissing my neck. "Jude...We shouldn't- Not here..." I say through whimpers and kisses. Jude, without saying anything, gets off of me and starts packing up. Before I can even help him, he's already done. He grabs me by the waist and lifts me up. I let out a squeal. He simply moves me off the blanket and places me back on my feet. He, so effortlessly, manhandles me. If he's  so comfortable being rough now, what's scaring him in bed? He grabs all the stuff and starts walking towards the car.

He never lets me carry things when were together. He strongly believes I will lose a limb or something if I help out. "You sit your pretty ass down. I got it." He'll say to me, or he'll say, "You're too pretty to work." Now, if he really means that or not, I don't know. I try to get some things out of his hands, but he just reciprocates by walking faster. At this point, I'm struggling to keep up, his long legs taking one step while I'm taking 5. We finally reach the car and he puts all of the stuff into the trunk. He gets into the passenger seat while I get into the driver's seat. "Ready, my passenger princess?" I ask him, buckling my seatbelt.

We've been driving for about 30 minutes now.  We're stopped at a red light when look down at my leg. Jude has his hand placed on my thigh. It's taking up basically my entire upper leg. He gives it a squeeze and I look up. I realize the light has gone green. I press on the gas and start driving again. Okay, Y/N. Shake it off.

Jude's POV:

What is this girl thinking about? She's been so out of it today. She doesn't seem upset, so what is it? Maybe she is upset. Maybe I did do something? No, but she looks happy. What is behind those eyes? Maybe I should break the ice a little. I connect my phone to the aux and navigate toward the 'my music' tab on the car screen. I bought Y/N a Mercedes AMG GT 2018 (a beautiful fucking car btw) for her 19th birthday last year. She's been denying it as a present and tried to convince me to sell it, but when she realized I wasn't going to, she started driving it. I put on some Kendrick (county building blues) and we both start singing along.

Y/N's POV:

Jude and I have been screaming our hearts out to 'Call Me Maybe' for the past 3 minutes. "So, call me mAybe." Jude sings, his voice cracking on the last word. I'm laughing at him hysterically. I'm struggling to keep my eyes on the road. I press the break suddenly, almost passing a red light. He laughs even harder. "We could've died, Jude!" I tell him, lightly smacking his chest. He dramatically looks around to see an empty street. He raises his eyebrow at me and leans in to kiss the put off my lips.

BEEP! BEEP!

Fuck. Jude and I break our kiss and press on the gas abruptly, jolting back into my seat at the sudden jerk. Jude is smirking in his seat. I peek at him from the side of my eye. He looks so sexy right now. I want him so bad. Okay, Y/N. Focus. You're almost home. Just a little bit longer.

(Smut)

"Mhh, fuck. Jude..." I moan as he kisses my neck. He has me pinned against a wall and is bent down, kissing me. My hands are stretched up, around his neck. "Let me take you to bed, baby." He asks me. Without replying he knows my answer. He puts his hands under my bum and effortlessly lifts me up. I'm kissing on his neck as he walks me to the bedroom.

Jude places me down on the bed and hovers over me. "Please do something, baby." I tell him, pulling him in for a kiss. He pulls away from me and says, "Tell me what you want, sweetie." He goes back in for a kiss. "Please fuck me. I need you so bad, baby." I beg him. Jude gets off of me and sits on the bed He grabs my arm and pulls me on top of him.

I start by kissing his face and then move down his neck. My hands run through his hair and then slowly slide down to his nipples. My fingers lightly pinch and then stroke his nipples as I move down his chest. Jude lets out a little moan. He only lets me take control when he wants to try something new. I wonder what he's up to. As I kiss my way to his belly, I cup and massages his balls.

I unbutton Jude's pants, lowering his zipper to reveal his erect cock. I really forget how big he is sometimes. It hasn't been that long him and I have had sex, but he shocks me every time. I pull his boxers out of the way and take him into my mouth. I try to push myself to fully swallow his dick, but I can't. He's too big. I feel Jude put his hand on the back of my head and push me down. I'm gagging and spluttering around him. "C'mon, baby. You can take it." He mocks me, pushing me down further. I try to open up my throat and take him as deep as I can. He groans as his pelvic bone smushes my nose.  I feel the sting in the corners of my eyes as tears start to run down my face. He feels himself get close and stops.

He takes him out of my mouth and he climbs on top of me. Jude quickly takes off the rest of my clothes and his shirt. He give himself a stroke and goes to put it in me. "Jude." I stop him by placing my hand on his lower stomach. "Can you get the lube?" I ask him. I am wet, but I don't think I can physically get wet enough for him not to hurt. He kisses me on the forehead and leans over to the side table. He pulls the drawer open, and grabs the lube out of it. He squeezes some straight onto my cunt. I wince at the cold feeling.

Jude sticks his fingers inside me. I moan into his shoulder. He's pumping two fingers into me at a continues speed to stretch me out. "Fuck, baby...I think I'm going to cum..." I tell him, biting his neck. "I know, baby. Cum around my fingers." He says to me. His face looks so focused on me. His fingers are filling me up so good. I let my orgasm taking over me. My legs start shaking as I grab at Jude's shoulders. I let out a string of curses as I cum around his finger.

Jude reaches over to the side table once again and squeezes some lube out onto his hand and rubs it onto his dick.  "Ready?" He asks me, lining himself up with my cunt. I nod at him as he puts it in. I wince at the pain. He pushes all the way into me. I look down at my stomach and see him bulging through. He takes one of my hands and puts it on my lower stomach. "You feel that, baby? You feel me in your stomach?" He says through deep breaths. He fucks me for a good while before he decided to switch it up. He gets up and pulls me off the bed. He takes me to our walk in closet where we have a couch. He bends me over the couch. facing a mirror. My gaze is focused on his veiny hands. His hand covers my entire stomach. He trails it up my body and  lands on my throat. He chokes me lightly as he slips back into me.

Jude fucks me into a oblivion. As he notices me getting comfortable he chokes me harder. I'm clenching around Jude's dick. "Fuck, baby. You feel so fucking good." I say. My voice is shaking because of how hard Jude is fucking me. "Taking this dick so well, love. You gonna cum for me?" He asks. "Mhh. Yes, baby. I'm going to cum." I say to him. My arm stretched behind me, rubbing his hair. Jude encourages me to cum for him. I cum around his dick for  the second time tonight. I feel Jude fill me up with his warmth. He pulls out of me and gets up to grab something to clean me up with. I lay down on the couch. breathing heavily. I doze off before Jude can return.

Jude's POV:

I walk back into the wardrobe where Y/N is. I see her completely knocked out. I can't help but smile. I go over to her and lift her up, bridal style. I drop her lightly on her side of the bed and tuck her into the blanket after cleaning her up. She subconsciously rolls over on her side, facing me. I tuck her underneath my arm and hold her close. She looks so  tiny and safe in my arms right now. I couldn't ask for a better girl.

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[fatuismooches]

Hii Smooches

I've been feeling burnt out a lot lately and thought about comfort from some of harbingers

Like, Dottore's segments all stop their work to comfort you. They bring you food, water and things that they think can make you happier. Original, not knowing about how you're feeling, gets annoyed, but quickly warms up after learning the reason. Also, if your bad mood was caused by someone.. Let's just say you won't be seeing them again

Pantalone's love language is obviously gift giving, so that's what he'd do. But don't think he'll try to just buy your happiness. Pantalone let's you lay on his knees and will listen to whatever you're dealing with right now and you'll chat, while he gently strokes your hair. He has a very calming voice, you might even fall asleep while listening to it. Or he'll order his servants to run a hot bath (I completely support anon who said Pantalone enjoys non-sexual nudity)

Sandrone may look like she doesn't care about anything, aside from her work, but she does. I think she's not very good with emotions or comfort, but Sandrone tries her best to help you and her automatons will gladly help her do that

Ah, Arlecchino, Arlecchino... Her first reaction to you feeling down would asking who was the reason (and if it was indeed a person, then, well, it's pretty much the same as Dottore's). I think she's also not the best at comfort, but also tries her best. Arlie might take you to Heart of Hearth, thinking playing with kids there will help ease your worries or take you to theatre

Ajax cooks your favorite dishes and entertains you with water animals. He seems very touchy-feely, so he won't let you go from his grasp until you feel better

My thoughts are messy and my brain refuses to think properly. No thoughts, only comfort from villains who are soft for one (1) person

-👾

Hi 👾 anon! I'm so sorry you're feeling burnt out, it's really a horrible feeling :( Please make sure to take time to do something fun and comforting and rest too! I hope you feel better soon. And thank you for this comfort... it made me feel better too.

The clones would be telepathically communicating with each other, telling each other what to bring and what to do for you 😭 Do they normally get annoyed by the loud thoughts of others? Yes. But do they care right now? No, because your comfort is their top priority right now. Rarely do the segments see you like this, and they have literally never comforted someone before so... they will be running around themselves trying to figure out what is the best way to comfort you because they have no clue. It's kind of funny because they're dropping stuff in front of you with no explanation in hopes that you'll feel better... Primettore would be annoyed like you said at first, and then he'd ask you why you didn't come to him when you were feeling this way. He would let you sit in his lap as he stroked your hair, allowing you to rant about your problems if you felt comfortable. And yea, if it so happens to be someone... looks like Dottore's next test subject has been found!

Ah Pantalone... he knows gifts and money can make one happy, but you deserve far more than that. You deserve all of him, and all of him he shall give to you, if that makes you happy. Literally everything about him is so comforting... his scent, warmth, touch, voice... you will feel even a bit better by the end of it because of the sheer amount of attention he gives you. Just let him into your worries, he will take his beloved's troubles very seriously. If you don't feel up to taking care of yourself, he will make sure you're well pampered, whether that's taking a bath with you, helping you dress, brushing your hair, and etc.(Pantalone non-sexual nudity REALLLLLL, he's kissing all over your body fr)

Sandrone... this will be a hurdle for her, one she's slowly overcoming though because she really does love you. She's mostly around her robots and Automatons, and they don't really have feelings or emotions... and she herself neglects her emotions so this is new territory for her. She doesn't exactly know how one goes about comforting another, but she bases it on what you do for her. How you try to pull her away from her work when she's clearly tired, how you bring her water and snacks, how you hold her and let her rant about how incompetent her co-workers are... naturally, she doesn't do this as good as you, but she's trying. And her Automatons would definitely carry you two as she takes you for a breath of fresh air.

As you said, Arlie isn't adept with comforting either, her way of helping is more getting to the root of the problem and then solving it for you. Then you won't be as stressed. And she will try her best to help you, and if it's a person... the Knave is the right person! She's not good with words, she's very to the point and won't sugarcoat things, so that's not her expertise... Arlecchino's more action-oriented and will do things for you instead, despite her very busy schedule. (Baby Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet moment) She'll take you to the theater with the best seats and let you hold her hand the whole time :(

If you want physical affection for comfort, Childe's your guy. He will not let you go normally, but when you're like this it just amplifies much more (as long as you're comfortable) Ajax will always have a hand on you - shoulder, chest, thigh, your own hand, etc, as a means of comforting you. That he's here for you, and you're not alone. While he's cooking your comfort foods he will definitely talk the whole time if you don't feel up to it right now... the water fishies get me every time 😭 he's so flipping cute he won't stop until he gets you to smile

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Nesta couldn’t help her laugh as Cassian picked her up and literally threw her over his shoulder, not even letting her take her shoes off before he was hauling her off to their bedroom. “Cassian!”

“Nesta,” her husband teased right back, squeezing her ass through her leggings. “I’ve been waiting for you all week. Let a man have some fun!”

Nesta had been out of town for the last few days for a work conference, and they’d both been counting down the minutes until she got home. Cassian’s texts had quickly devolved from the house is too quiet without you to you’re sitting on my face the second you get home, and now that he was making good on that promise, who was Nesta to complain?

Cassian’s hands roamed all over Nesta’s body as he carried her upstairs. They made it to their bedroom without bumping into anything, and then he was gently laying her on the bed with a slightly-frenzied look on his face. “Missed you so much, Nes.”

“Missed you too,” Nesta replied, and then it was a rush to see who could get their clothes off faster. He was wearing loose pajamas and easily won the race, but instead of teasing her about it, he just helped her get out of the leggings and faded college shirt she’d travelled in.

“So gorgeous,” he murmured as he smiled down at her. That smile turned downright predatory the longer he looked at her, and she shivered in anticipation at what he was going to do to her. “Did you touch yourself without me, sweetheart?”

“No,” she breathed, trying her best not to shift under his heated gaze. Her body felt like a live wire, and the way he was looking at her certainly wasn’t helping. “It’s never the same.”

“I’m the only one who can make you feel that good,” he told her. It was phrased like a question, but they both knew he wasn’t asking one. “There wouldn’t be much of a point, would there?”

Nesta just shook her head no, the words suddenly stuck in her throat from how badly she wanted him. She’d missed Cassian every day they’d been apart, and now that he was finally here in front of her, it was almost overwhelming. He’d never stopped overwhelming her, and she knew he never would.

Cassian just seemed smug that she already couldn’t string two words together, and leaned down for a hungry kiss before straightening back up. “Move over so I can lie down.”

She was more than happy to listen, scrambling up the bed so he had room to climb on. He settled in the middle of their king-sized mattress, beckoning for her to come straddle him and then bodily hauling her on top of him when she didn’t move as fast as he wanted.

“Jesus, baby,” Nesta said, though it was only a token protest. They both knew how much she liked being manhandled.

“Like you didn’t love it,” Cassian said back. His voice was a little muffled from her thighs bracketing his head, but he certainly wasn’t complaining. “Mhmmm. Missed you.”

She opened her mouth to tease him — was he talking to her or her cunt? — but then he fixed his mouth to her clit, and her brain turned into the equivalent of a blue screen. He knew her body as well as she did at this point, and it didn’t take him long to bring her to the edge and shove her over it. She had to hold onto their headboard so she didn’t fall sideways, but that was more so she had somewhere to put her hands. Her husband’s grip on her was so tight there was no way she was going anywhere.

“Wait, wait,” Nesta panted. She was still a little shaky from her orgasm, but that didn’t make her want his cock in her mouth any less. “Help me turn around.”

Cassian stopped gently licking at her clit and maneuvered his head so he could speak. “You don’t want to come again?”

“I never said that,” she replied, letting go of her death grip on their headboard so she could playfully pull at one of his curls instead. “I just want to suck your dick at the same time. Is that a problem?”

“That is the opposite of a problem,” he told her with a little laugh. He helped her shift back so she had enough room to turn around, and then he pulled her right back so her cunt was nestled right over his mouth. “God, I love you.”

“Love you too,” she repeated with a laugh of her own, though she was partially talking to his cock now.

It was hard and practically begging for her to put her mouth on it, so Nesta didn’t waste anymore time. She bent at the waist and leaned as far forward as she could, forever thankful for her years of dance lessons for the extra flexibility they’d given her, and got to work.

“Oh, fuck,” Cassian groaned from underneath her, his hips jerking up the moment her mouth touched him.

She moaned right back at the weight of his cock on her tongue, at the knowledge that she was affecting him like this, but it quickly turned into a choked-off gasp at the feeling of his tongue on her clit. She was still a little sensitive from her first orgasm, and he absolutely knew it.

“Cassian,” Nesta gasped, trying to keep focused suddenly that much harder. She wasn’t going to back down, though, and she did her best to swallow him down while trying to ignore the slowly building intensity in between her legs.

Cassian was just as competitive as she was, and she knew he wasn’t going to take it easy on her just because her mouth was on his cock. He’d wrapped his arms around her thighs for stability, putting him in the perfect position to spread her cheeks and start fucking her with his tongue, and she couldn’t help her shocked moan.

It felt too good, but Nesta wasn’t going to be outdone so easily. She needed one arm for balance, but that left her other hand free to reach down and play with his balls the way he loved. He couldn’t help thrusting right into her mouth, and if her lips hadn’t been stretched wide from his cock, she would’ve smirked.

“Trying to fucking kill me,” Cassian muttered from underneath her, giving her a little break before he dove right back in with his tongue.

In the end, Nesta was the victor, though she supposed there were no real losers when they both got to come. Between her playing with his balls and taking as much of his cock down her throat as she could, it didn’t take much longer for him to finally snap and start fucking her mouth until he came with a hoarse shout.

After that, Cassian could focus on making Nesta come with a single-minded ferocity that had her gasping his name as she rode his tongue into another spectacular orgasm.

“I hate when you leave,” Cassian said, still panting as he maneuvered Nesta to lay her head on his chest, “but God, if that doesn’t make you coming home the best thing ever.”

Nesta just smiled at him before reaching out to brush the underside of his cock with a finger. “Give it twenty minutes and we can make it even better.”

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➡️ Title : The Missing Soulmate

➡️ Pairing : Idol!skz ot8 x F!reader

➡️ Genre : Romance, Fluff, Poly relationship, Soulmate au

➡️ Word count : 1.8k

➡️ Synopsis : You never believe in soulmate terms but when you reach 18 years old, you have soulmate’s mark. Stray Kids is the kpop idol group and they are looking for their last soulmate

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Part 3

You were getting ready to go to the fan meet event even though you didn’t want to go, but your two best friends are forcing you to go with them, you have to follow them. You have to leave now, but your mind is still occupied by the guy from yesterday from the concert, his name is Bang Chan when you ask your friends about him. Your phone buzzes to let you know that you received a message, so you read it while wearing a silky blue crop top with a short black skirt.

Ruka We are already outside of your house, hurry up and get out.

Ruka sent the message to you. You grab your sling bag fast before leaving the house, only to find your two friends are already waiting for you outside of the house.

“Hey, girls,” You say this to both of the girls.

“Wow, you look so pretty,” Ruka and Hana said to you.

“Thank you, you both also look nice,” You said while grinning softly at them.

The three of you continue to talk about your daily lives as you all make your way to the subway nearby.

When the three of you arrived at the fan meet, the place was already crowded with people.

“Wow, there are already so many people coming!” You exclaimed in awe.

“Let’s sit down,” Hana told you and Ruka before grabbing yours and Ruka’s hands to get a good spot for a fan meet.

After a while, Stray Kids come to greet their fans.

“1,2,3. Step out, we are Stray Kids.” They all speak using the microphone and excite the crowds.

The fan meet begins later on, and while waiting for their turns, you and your friends continue to talk while some members are secretly staring in your direction. Chan would softly grin when he saw you look so joyful, but Minho appeared to be a little jealous when a few guys peered at you. Minho and Chan were staring at you.

‘Why do I feel enraged and jealous? She’s not mine or my soulmate at all’. Minho looks at you while you are having a conversation with Hana.

A short while later, it was your and your friends turn to meet with Stray Kids. You were the last person to meet with Stray Kids members, which caused you to feel anxious without any reason. You first meet Changbin, who welcomes you with a grin on his face.

“Hello, what’s your name?” Changbin smiles as he welcomes you.

“Hello, my name is Park Y/N.” You timidly give Changbin your name.

While signing the albums, Changbin gave you a brief glance.

“You remind me of someone I know.” Changbin squinted his eyes at you, and you awkwardly chuckled in response.

“Oh my, really?” You prevent your eyes from staring into Changbin’s eyes.

“Are you fans of ours?” Changbin positioned his chin against his hand to stare at your pretty face.

“Not really, my friends made me come here,” You tell him truthfully.

“Ahh... I see,” Changbin said while nodding. Changbin bids you farewell, and you give him a keychain before leaving while taking a note not to touch him in the process.

You move on to the next member, who has already waited for you.

“Hello, Y/N, is that your name?” Jeongin waved at you with a smile, and you nodded your head as an answer.

“I hope you enjoy our fan meet.” Jeongin told you and signed your album, you moved to Hyunjin and gave him the album to sign.

“Annyeonghaseyo” Hyunjin greets you with a smile.

“Ne (yes), annyeonghaseyo.” You respectfully responded to him.

Hyunjin noticed the color of your eyes and was intrigued by it.

“My eyes must be strange, right?” You lowered your head so he could no longer see your eyes. Hyunjin swiftly urged you with soft words.

“No, your eyes seem so gorgeous.” He persuades you about your unique eyes.

They continue to talk for a short while, and then you head to Seungmin. Seungmin gives you an adorable, puppy-like smile.

“You look like a puppy.” After saying that, you swiftly shut your mouth with a guilty face. Seungmin simply laughed at what you just said, he dismissively waves his hand at you and comforts you.

“I always hear that from fans when I meet them.” Seungmin laughs softly at you.

You and him talked about a few books you already read, he also recommended a few books to you, and you took note of the books he recommended for you. You saw Jisung waiting for you. You approached Jisung after saying goodbye at Seungmin.

“Hello.” You greet him first.

“Hello, we meet again,” Jisung said, looking genuinely pleased to see you again.

“I assumed you used contact lenses, but I guess I was mistaken.” Jisung admires the eyes he sees in you.

“I’m not wearing contact lenses at all.” You smiled shyly while lowering your head.

You go to Minho, who was observing you intently and making you feel a little terrified by his staring, and after Jisung signs your album, you give him the gift. Minho signs your album after you place it in front of him.

“You are so pretty,” Minho abruptly says to you.

“Thanks,” You awkwardly replied when you realized he didn’t want to chat with you. You moved on to the next person.

“Hai,” Felix responds in a deep, enthusiastic voice. Upon hearing Felix’s voice, your eyes widened.

“Hai,” You said, and you waved at the male with a smile on your face.

“Are you Korean?” Felix asks you inquisitively.

“Yes, I’m Korean,” You retorted in return.

Felix gave you a charming smile that made people fall in love.

“Oh! Okay, you don’t look like Korean people with your unique eyes,” He said to you.

“You too, your voice is a little deep, but you’re a cute guy.” You honestly comment, which causes Felix to flush.

You bid Felix farewell and move on to the last person who is anxious to see you again. You approach Bang Chan table with shyness.

“Hai,” You mutter faintly.

“Hai,” Chan says, looking at you while smiling.

“What’s your name, princess?” Chan continues to stare at you with affection. Chan gives you a pet name that makes you blush.

“Park Y/N,” He receives a reply from you, when you appear to be nervous. Chan chuckles.

“What a beautiful name for you,” Chan said.

You are kind of embarrassed when all members put their attention on you, you simply want to be unnoticed by Chan and everyone. Chan signed your album, and as your hand and his almost touched, you quickly pulled away your hand from him.

“I’m sorry, I just don’t like people touching me,” You instantly say to Chan.

“It’s okay.” Chan made an effort to soothe you when you appeared to be fearful.

Before leaving from there, you make one final bow at Stray Kids. The members cast a disappointed glance at your fading form.

All of them inhale heavily as they climb into the car after the fan meet.

“So tired,” Jeongin sighed and leaned back on the seat.

“I’m glad the events are already over,” Changbin remarks with an exhausted expression.

“But...” Felix attempted to speak but stopped, drawing confused looks from the other members.

“Don’t you all start to wonder about the last girl in our fan meet?” Felix observes his soulmates as they exchange glances.

Everyone in the group is wearing the same expression.

“I don’t want to say this, but she makes me want to claim her as mine.” The others are startled when Minho is the first person to speak up about this because he never expresses interest in people who are not his soulmates. Hyunjin gasped, causing everyone to turn to face him.

“Is she the person we’ve been searching for all this time?” Hyunjin’s eyes widen when he says that.

“No way,” Felix said with his mouth open wide in disbelief.

“We don’t know yet, maybe we can get some of her information,” Seungmin says calmly.

“We can ask our manager to help us.” Chan makes the suggestion to them, and all of the members accept the idea from their leader.

One guy approached you as you were leaving your college, you were already at the entrance of the college when you finally noticed the guy. You let out a soft gasp upon seeing who was in front of your college.

“Hey, Y/N,” He says in a casual manner.

“What the heck are you doing here, oppa?” You approach him and smack his arm.

“You didn’t miss me?” He asks you while rubbing his arms and pouting at you.

“That isn’t important at this time. You aren’t worried that some of your fans will recognize you?” You pull him towards the corner gate with you. Far away from public eyes.

“I’m just doing a surprise for you.” He embraced you without your permission, but you simply let it go.

“I thought you were still on tour.” You whisper, and you hug him in return.

“I’m coming back for my girl.” He murmurs in your ear, making you smile.

“You flirtatious man.” You smacked him on the chest, and both of you left the college while holding hands.

A few men are watching the scenario in the background with broken hearts.

‘Why is she holding his hand?’ They were asking themselves with jealousy in their eyes, and they were walking away from that place with frustrated hearts.

Seungmin and the other three members of the group wait for other members to return to the dorm. Jeongin and Felix hurried to the front door as soon as it opened, indicating that other members had already returned.

“Hyung, how did...” Jeongin paused when he noticed the expressions of other members, who had just returned home.

As the other members walk into the dorm, Felix and the others are met by the sorrowful faces of another four members.

“What’s going on? Has anything happened?” Chan questions them.

“She already has a boyfriend,” Changbin said in a devastated tone.

“She’s getting out from her college with another guy when we reach her college,” Hyunjin told them.

“What if she is our soulmate?” Jisung said it in a dejected tone.

“That’s why she didn’t look for us,” Felix muttered in a cracking voice.

“What if she is mad because we are late and she thinks we don’t want her, and that’s why she already has a boyfriend” Felix begins to ramble, and Minho has to make him calm down.

“Shh.. calm down there, Lixie,” Minho said. Felix immediately calms down as Minho kisses his forehead.

“Maybe that’s her brother or cousin.” Seungmin tried to think positively.

“All right, enough for today. Tomorrow, we’ll discuss about this” Chan stated in a calm tone.

Chan told all the members to get some rest, they all retired to their individual rooms to relax.

To Be Continue

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Umazane Misli

"Sanje so tvojega okusa Jutro po tebi mi diši Kompas več me ne posluša Moja izgubljena duša Išče le v smeri kjer si ti"

Synopsis: Jure helps Kris moving into Bojan's apartment and he finally asks the question that has been on his mind for a while....

Thank you @illbringyousolace for the proofreading on this one!

Disclaimer: Please think of these as characters and not the actual people. I don’t encourage anyone to send this to any of the actual JO members nor do I encourage people to force any type of relationship between anyone.

After the Stožice concert, their vacation, and the first leg of the winter tour, everything seemed to be about London. The band was going to live there for a couple of months in Žare's apartment to get some inspiration for the new album.

There's one thing Jure has noticed ever since Stožice: Bojan and Kris have been closer than ever. So, it was no surprise to the band when they announced they'd start living together to avoid paying more rent - Martin wasn't at his and Bojan's flat most of the time and Nace was no longer living near Kris either. What did surprise Jure when helping out Kris moving in with the singer was the occasional glances between the two, the small and not-so-small touches they'd exchange, the words of affection and small teases said out loud and the ones left unspoken. He hadn't noticed it until then, but they seemed to act like two high school sweethearts.

- Thanks, Jure! - Bojan hugged him - Princess over here would have taken so much longer without your help!

Kris rolled his eyes and then winked at Bojan.

- That's because you didn't get your ass up to help. - Kris riposted as he sat down on the sofa.

- I'd rather see your ass going up and down the stairs, your majesty. - the smaller one replied, earning a kiss blown at him by Kris.

- But thank you, Maček. - Kris turned his attention back to Jure - How can we pay you? Do you want to stay for dinner?

- No, no, I'm good. Also, I have plans for tonight.

Kris nodded, waiting to hear more from the drummer, but he didn't want to elaborate more. Usually, his plans meant hooking up with a girl, so it’s not like there was much to elaborate on.

- Can I just ask one question? - Jure asked.

- Sure. - the singer sat down next to the guitarist who put his arm on top of him.

They both watched as Jure walked around and tried to come up with the right words to say. Eventually, he decided to sit down in front of the two.

- What happened? - he said.

- What? - Kris' face contorted at the question, not quite sure what to make of it.

- I mean... - Jure sighed - After Stožice things have felt... Different. What I mean is... What's up with the two of you? Or, between you.

None of them said a word, they only glanced at each other as two children who got caught stealing cookies from the sewing kit.

- Kris, in Thailand you were always texting Bojan even though you said you were going to enjoy being far away from him for a couple of weeks. You even went as far as leaving us to go to your room and talk to Bojan on the phone.

Once again, more guilty looks and a slight blush crept into Kris' checks.

- Th-that's... - he tried to defend himself, but his voice came out slightly higher pitch than he expected so he left the words unspoken.

- Bojan, ever since we returned to touring you are all hands at Kris and even asking him to sit on you when he has plenty of room to sit somewhere else.

- Well, maybe I just like Kris' ass on my thighs. - he smirked.

- BOJAN! - the younger one tried to scold him, but the other couldn't help but laugh.

- Sorry, sorry, but come on, they'd know sooner or later.

Jure's eyes opened wide open, and Kris started fidgeting with his sweater's sleeves and whispering something.

- I was hoping it'd be later...

- When? When we marry and have kids?

- Oh, shut up!

- So, it's true? - Jure interrupted the love birds.

- Yeah, Kris and I are together. - Bojan replied to the curious kitty - Since October.

- Figured.

Jure sighed. Now he knows.

His face quickly shifted from relieved to sad and that got an eyebrow raise from Kris.

- I'm sorry we didn't tell you sooner. I mean... We didn't tell anyone.

- Oh, I did. My parents are already waiting for me to marry you.

- Oh god, Bojan, stop telling people we are together. It has only been one month!

- For them, it has been almost 9 years. Also, don't lie to me because Maks told me you told everyone at dinner about us before going to Thailand.

- Guys, it's okay. I assume neither Jan nor Nace knows about it? - Jure imposed the question.

- No, they don't, though I guess we can tell them now.

With no hesitation, Bojan took his phone out, and suddenly, both Jure and Kris' pockets made a sound. Jure picked up his phone.

Cvjet: Me and Kris have been fucking

- What the fuck, Bojan. - Jure laughed.

- We are not just fucking. – Kris pulled him by his ear.

Another sound came in.

Jonh: Yeah, we know

And one last sound.

Nacko: We heard you...

Jure was ready to set his phone aside, but as Kris read the messages, he began typing:

Krisko: when? Jonh: bus Nacko: Also, in Thailand, I tried to check on you when you left suddenly once Nacko: I never did it again Jonh: oh yeah, that too Jonh: the phone sex was good, uh

Jure glanced over at Kris and saw him with his hands on his head, clearly losing his sanity. Bojan was amused. The guitarist groaned out words of frustration and the singer called him all sorts of pet names as he rubbed his hands on his back.

- Well, I should get going... - Jure announced as he got up -, You guys have to... Not even talk, just have fun and stay safe, I guess.

- MAČEK! – Kris yelled in a last effort to control the situation, but it was too late because the blond cat had already left the apartment.

- I mean... we could have fun. – Bojan whispered to Kris after the door shut.

- I’m way too tired, Cvjetićanin.

They decided that they’d just sleep next to each other to commemorate Kris’ arrival.

When Bojan woke up, he took advantage of the fact that the window shutter didn’t close completely to gaze at Kris’ hair illuminated by small squares of light coming through it. His lover shined like a golden mosaic, and he wanted to melt at the sight of it.

He stroked his hair and while he ran his fingers through the small forming curls, he got closer. Bojan tilted his head to the side a little, feeling the other’s breath into his nose through his own. He looked up to see Kris, who opened his eyes slowly, and the blue ocean that he saw in him was telling him to proceed. Bojan smiled and kissed him.

Sometimes, Bojan would do that. Sometimes Bojan would kiss that gently after asking for his permission first. It was intimate, but it was their own way of telling each other “I love you” without using the words.

- The morning smells like you. – Bojan told Kris before the taller one grabbed him closer and pulled him onto his chest, giving him all the kisses he could before fully waking up.

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Now I have to finish writting the story that ties in all my short stories... dear lord. Wish me luck

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Yandere! Wanderer NSFW Headcanons. Fem!reader. Smut. Obsessive and possessive behavior. Somnophilia.

a/n: Welcome to suzu after dark tonight, everyone. These headcanons can count for both Scaramouche and Kunikuzushi as well since they are all essentially the same person, but I woke up feeling affectionate and love for Wanderer today, which would equal to feeling love and affection for Scara so. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy❤️ tagging my lovelies @xxventiswindblumexx @kichikichiko and @that-one-gay-writer1227 cause they are a fan of my Yandere stuff.

Companion song- Killpop by Slipknot.

Wanderer remembered the day he discovered he was prone to sudden intense infatuation. And that only learned that about himself because it was the first time he'd seen you.

He knew you were meant to be with him and him with you.

He wouldn't ever feel that way about anyone else. That much he was sure of. That's how he knew you were the one for him. Especially since what happened when he saw you for the first time.

You were calming down a frightened horse. You were firm but gentle with the horse, calming him down almost instantly with your voice even though he was acting like a total brat. He liked that you stood your ground but excepted and accepted the horse's flippant and bratty behavior.

Wanderer had that exact same qualities and knew you would accept him for who he was and challenge him in ways that made him shiver, thrilled at the thought.

Now since Wanderer was typically our wandering everywhere, no one would suspect his ulterior motive in following you from a distance.

Stalking you out of love.

He hardly ever let you out of his sight. And if he couldn't be around you, he always knew where you were. He had the favor of the wind. He could use it however he pleased.

Wanderer would always follow. You liked to take walks in the forests of Sumeru when you needed quiet time. And you could play with the animals and even played with some small Fungai that seemed to like affection. He didn't understand that but at the same time he could.

He craved your affection. And your devotion.

It was months before Wanderer made the move to talk to you.

He would always watch you from trees. Never letting you get out of sight before he moved to his next tree.

In fact, he knew you noticed him sometimes. I mean it wasn't hard for you to at least realize he was there.

Because sometimes he got too close.

He becomes obsessed with touching you.

Obsessed with needing to smell you.

Gripped with the obsessive impulse to feel you.

To snake out his arms and snatch you right up.

After cleverly inserting himself into your life and starting a relationship with you, Wanderer discovered you liked to take naps outdoors, he would always stand guard over you from whatever tree he perched in.

Nothing and no one was going to get near you.

Nothing and no one but him.

Wanderer covered all his bases before he did this.

He charmed your friends into telling him whatever he asked about you. He had his ways.

Wanderer checked out every book he could get his hands on regarding your interests. Especially books on horses.

He read everything he could on the subject as it was the one that mattered to you the most.

Not even Nahida knew about his intentions. She'd been pushing him to find out as much of the world as he could so that made her happy and kept her out of his hair while he focused on his favorite obsession.

You.

Wanderer carefully (and impatiently) waited until the right moment to hop down from the tree he was sitting in.

There were now marks of possession all over your body. You starting to let him get handsy and letting him bite and suck on your skin while you kissed him passionately.

He kissed you back you back but with obsessive passion.

Wanderer smoothly landed next to you, literal poetry in motion, a grace unrivalled.

You were sleeping so deeply. Completely relaxed and asleep.

Perfect.

Like how you were perfect for him.

He crawled on top of you, sinking his teeth into your neck. You mewled in your sleep. Murmuring his name.

This was going better than he imagined! Now you were dreaming about him fucking you.

"These can never fade. Never. Never ever"

He harshly suck at already deep bruises, making them deeper. He had to keep you marked at all times. You were his, after all. Didn't you know that?

His hands tore at your clothes, exposing your breasts, oh so perfectly sized.

It looked like your body was tailor made just for him to enjoy.

Enjoy whenever he pleased.

"These are perfect. You were made for me. Made all for me."

His hands would grope and pinch your nipples. Drooling all over them as a sign of further dominance.

"You don't need these. They don't serve any purpose for me or for you."

He discarded your pants and your panties.

He moved his way down your body, bitting sucking and licking.

Every move he made was obsessive and possessive.

You were his. Only his. And all his.

Wanderer spread your legs, holding them open.

"Don't worry, no one is every going to see. I'll kill anyone the instant they come too close. Nothing is going to see or hurt my pretty, perfect girl. You are for my eyes only."

He groaned, shivering in ecstasy when he plunged his tongue between the folds of your wet cunt.

He made you cum on his tongue, obsessed with tasting you for the first time. He made you writhe and cry out for him in your sleep.

It was an intimate experience from Wanderer.

He'd watched until the perfect time to lay his claim on you, making you cum for the first time while you were completely defenseless.

Wanting him and needing him even while you slept.

This was the first step in his plan to mold and shape you like he wanted. It showed that you trusted him to have his way with your body while you sleeping.

Now that he knew that he could do that he could mold and shape you to his will.

Even more perfect than you already were.

You would submit to him. In every way.

Even in your sleep.

Wanderer needed you to need him all the time.

You balanced out the darkness inside of him. The quiet and controlled insanity.

He needed you to keep him sane.

He loves you.

He loves you so much.

He would alway be by your side.

And Wanderer never doubted that you wouldn't leave him.

You would be his. All his.

You were his perfect, pretty darling.

[asordinaryppl]

A3! Main Story: Part 4 - Act 14: DREAM CATCHER - Episode 2: Full-Power Comedy Etude

Tenma: MANKAI Company’s rank right now is 30th…

Yuki: The Spring Troupe’s performance jumped us up a notch, but we can’t quit now if we want to get to the top 10.

Kumon: The final ranking will be determined by the total of all points until 4Q, so we gotta earn as many as possible…

Izumi: Although not as many as in the pre-voting, there really are many new theater companies set up by influencers and the like in the top rankings of Q1.

Kazunari: There weren’t that many shows during 1Q, so the social media sway was probs extra strong.

Muku: But being overtaken in the blink of an eye is kind of sad.

Muku:  Even though all of us have grown since our debut performance, as a group as well as individually, and our fans have been steadily increasing since then…

Kumon: Right… We overcame all sorta troubles, and even won the Special Fleur Award…

Tenma: For what reason have we been building up everything till now…

Yuki: Well, I guess we’re back to square one.

Kazunari: We just gotta do our best from here!

Misumi: Yup~ I’ll give you the triangle cookie I got for the performance I guest-starred in the other day, so cheer up~

Yuki: So the Triangle Alien’s love for triangles is famous amongst other troupes too.

Misumi: I’m famous~?

Yuki: You’re probably the most famous Triangle Alien. Since you’re the only one.

Tenma: He doesn’t need to be famous for that.

Kazunari: I’m doing some research on the social media side too, and it seems most of the hashtags are about the companies on the top of the ranking.

Izumi: Ah, Masumi-kun has also gathered data for that.

Kazunari: GW, Massu! He’s even got the percentages in there!

Tenma: His promotional skills are steadily improving.

Kazunari: I gotta take my visual promos more seriously than ever too~

Kumon: We may not have a script yet, but is there anything we can do right now?

Muku: I don’t want to sit around doing nothing. I’ll get anxious if I don’t do anything…

Tenma: Staying gloomy and thinking things through definitely isn’t the Summer Troupe way of doing things.

Tenma: In other words…

Yuki: Long story short, we should do that?

Tenma: Exactly.

Kumon: It’s decided!

Misumi: Since it’s decided, let’s gooo!

-

Kazunari: “This planet is now ours! Tri, tri, tri…”

Misumi: “... Angle, angle, angle. Bow before us, you Earthlings!”

Yuki: “Ugh… If we don’t do something soon, the Earth will fall in ruins by the Triangle Aliens… Are we really powerless…?”

Tenma: “No, not yet… We can’t fall here…!”

Kumon: “The Earth is ours.”

Muku: “Quietly submit to us.”

Yuki: “What!? The Triangle Aliens have multiplied!?”

Kazunari: “Perfect timing. You should work with us and–”

Misumi: “Wait! No, these guys are–”

Kumon: “Co, co, co…”

Muku: “ne, ne, ne…”

Tenma: “Cone Aliens…!”

Kazunari: “You misleading lot…!”

-

[Applause]

Misumi: Thank you very much~!

Tenma: Thank you very much!

Passerby A: Good luck on your performance~!

Passerby B: We’ll be rooting for you, MANKAI Company!

Kazunari: Thank yooouu~!

Passerby C: The Street ACT we saw before was interesting, but so was this~!

Passerby D: Yup, and it looks like someone’s doing one near the station, let’s go check that one out too!

Izumi: There’s Street ACTs all over the place today, too.

Muku: This really drives home that the theater companies are increasing.

Tenma: We gotta keep our spirits high.

Ibuki: Woah, hold on a sec. Ain’t you MANKAI Company?

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I never written for these cuties... I fact I love all the couples in sekaiichi hatsukoi! But I wish Rit-chan wasn't being too difficult with Takano. I'm so in love with that guy! And man, Hatori is hot! So good with cutie Chiaki! Ahhh, anyway, I'm gonna write one for little Kisa and sweet Yukina! They r my weakness for some reason neehee.

Cute as a button

Yukina Kou began to flip the pages of the manga Kisa Shouta edited. He was fascinated by it and read it like it was the last time he got to read a manga again. Kisa was back from a shower since work had gotten in his way.

He began to give a weary look to Yukina, who was reading them with a bright smile on his face.

"Yukina... didn't you read that already?"

"Hmm?" Yukina hummed, not giving a proper answer as he kept reading it and sitting crossed leg by the book shelf.

Kisa sighed now, but seeing how Yukina was reading it, he looked like an absolute child. This was noticed by Yukina as his sharp eyes turned to Kisa, alluringly "Kisa-san, you're staring..."

He blushed midly before looking away "N-not really I just got off a hot bath" he was attempting to flee to the kitchen, excusing himself so he could make dinner.

"Anyway, what should I make -ack!"

Arms wrapped around his middle and pulled him back down to the ground with Yukina now flipping their positions who was on top of Kisa.

Kisa was exploding with many shocking thoughts "Ahh... Y-Yukina? What's going on?"

"Ne, Kisa-san, your so cute"

He was blushing even more wildly now. "Uh-where did that c-come from?"

He grinned yukina watched him melt into a blushing puddle as he covered his face. How could he call him cute when he's thirty? Fuck... he can't let Yukina see more of this embarrassing sides.

"Well... um, I'm thirty you know..."

"And...?" Slowly, his position was clearly to pin kisa down by grabbing his wrists and pulling a leg over his waist to straddle him. Kisa looked away with a red face as Yukina leaned forward his nose touch his cheek.

"I'm not cute... OK?"

"Cute... admit it..." Yukina whispered to his ear.

"N-no..."

"Are you suuure~?"

Stubborning lifted his face so their noses met, and he shook his head. "Make me..." Then tried to add, though timidity was clear in his tone."Kid..."

Gawking at this boldness, Yukina smirked, "Hm, I don't know Kisa-san... you shouldn't have agreed to something you can't keep up with"

"What do you meHEHAAN!" A surprised squeal left his lips when Yukina pinched his waist now releasing his right wrist during the procedure.

"Um... w-wait... Y-yuhuhukina?" He giggled as the little squeeze suddenly crawled up under his shirt teasingly. Kisa was crumbling instantly with giggles.

"Gah! Ahahaha, hohohold ohohon! Yuuhuhuhukiii!" He was high pitch in tone now, a kid by heard as he stumbled with giggles.

"My, my... you can yourself thirty but aren't giggling like a five year old?"

"Gahahaa, who's gihihihigling??"

Humming playfully, he poked his ribs, now releasing both arms just to get his finger his shirt, grabbing any sensitive skin he can reach.

"Nohoho, cuhuhut it out! Ahahaha, " he curled to the side as he embraced his sides. He can't believe a guy younger than him was tickling the shit out of him. He was an old man! This is a college kid! What is wrong with this world?!

Cooing, Yukina had a strong hold as he teased him. "Who's a little cutie... aren't you cute as a button?"

Blushing more, Kisa shook his head, pushing his hands off to curl onto a giggly ball. He watched Yukina grab his wrists again and then use his lips to shower tickly kisses on his neck.

Yukina didn't expect such adorable snuffs of giggles that escape from.Kisa as be curled and squirmed with a whiny titter "Nahahaha ehehenough!" His voice got cute.

Yukina blushed in excitement. "So... cute! I bet that no shojo manga can make a person this endearing"

"Ahahaha enough AHAHAHA NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!" He shrieked now, jolting to the side immediately. His armpits were attacked and Yukina was having the time of his life "Wow... your cuteness is illegal right now..."

"NAHAHAHA!"

"If you want me to stop tickling there, then you gotta saaaay~?" He taunted as he gave a frivolous wiggle deeper into the hot spot. Kisa's squeal and giggles shifted to cackles as he banged his heels on the ground, now trying to escape the death of laughter.

"AhAHAHA FIHIHINE! I AHAHAHAM CUTE! STOHOHOP THAT ALREADY!"

upon the magic word, Yukina stopped, smiling gently when Kisa curled close to him, like a child, with little chuckles and giggles left over. Yukina kissed his head and said, "Aren't you glad that you're cute as a button?"

Kisa blushed as he looked away. "W-Well... I can be your cute button, but..."

Yukina gasped in happiness, embracing him even more before he could continue any further "Really??? Can you be my button?

He felt more kisses shower him, and it made Kisa giggle and kick his legs briefly. "Yehees.. yes... but ohonlihiy for yohou."

"I love you, my cute button, Shouta!" He poked his nose, and Kisa flushed with shyness.

"U-Um... me too, Kou, I love you too"

[this-is-z-art-blog]

Hello, I’d like to join Eight Ecto Nights, however I’ve never celebrated Hanukah and I suppose I wanted to ask someone who actually has. I’ll do my own reserch of course, but you seemed like a good place to start.

Is there any particular traditions or little things your family does that you might not see on a wikipedia? Is the mood usually as jolly as Christmas or is it more sedated?

beyond that, is there anything you’d particularly like to see in this event?

I hope that makes sence 😆 thank you for answering my questions

Howdy! First of all, welcome aboard eight ecto nights :D

Second, absolutely feel free to ask me questions. I love talking about this stuff, and I know doing independent research can be overwhelming when you don't know what questions you're trying to ask. If you're looking for research help, chabad.org has a lot of the traditional details and laws (here's their hanukkah page), and myjewishlearning.com has a more modern/egalitarian bend (here's their hanukkah intro)- that said, I'm totally open to asks or dms, hit me up!

Now to actually answer your questions. Disclaimer, a lot of this is just my own experience, not universal or the only 'right' way to do it.

In my family we light the menorahs from oldest to youngest. We all have a favorite menorah we tend to light year after year, but we also collect them, and often have a small party on one of the later nights where we invite friends and family to come light with us, so it's handy to have extras on hand. We use the regular boxes of hanukkah candles you can get at any grocery store for most nights, but on the very last my dad gets these beautiful taller candles with gradients of color to use.

When the kids in our family were younger, we'd often sit on the floor in front of the candles after lighting to play dreidel (a kind of spun top with Hebrew letters standing for the phrase nes gadol haya sham, 'a great miracle happened there', around the sides; which side lands facing up determines the outcome of your turn), and my mom still gives out bags of gelt (chocolate coins, typically in bright foil, that you win and lose in a game of dreidel) most nights.

Some other odds and ends we do include covering the hanukkhia-lighting table in aluminum foil (fire safety) and giving out different jobs (like setting up the candles for everyone before we start).

I wouldn't describe it as "jolly", but I'm probably not the right person to ask to compare something to Christmas. It's a fun holiday for sure, and one of my favorites; you have the lights, the festive foods, the gifts and surprises, the time together. It's not just about that though; it's about survival, and standing up to oppression and religious persecution, so there are more serious elements to telling and thinking about the story. That said, it's a pretty minor holiday.

In terms of things I'd love to see, first and foremost I just want to see what people make! The point of open-ended prompts is interpretation, after all. Whether you draw the characters singing hanukkah songs, write about them making their own menorahs, sculpt a ghost-themed dreidel, or something entirely different, I'm excited to see it!

Also, I hope people have a good grasp of what a menorah looks like. A hanukkah menorah, or hanukkiah, has nine total candle or oil holders (either is good, but candles are more common than oil lights). The eight main ones are placed from right to left, and lit from left to right (ie, newest first) by the ninth, the shamash or helper light. The shape of the menorah can get creative, as long as the eight holiday lights are in a straight, level line and the shamash is set apart (usually taller).

As a last thought, it would be nice to see an effort at IDs for image-based posts for the event; it's not hanukkah specific, but I've been seeing them more and more in the phandom, and it's lovely to see folks learning and trying to make the community increasingly accessible!

Let me know if you have more questions, on or off anon, via ask or dm, I am here to help!

[sergeant-angels-trashcan]

Part Two of this

Karen bangs on the wall that separates her room from Kate’s. She can still hear her, puttering around in her room, click-thunk, click-thunk

“You're going to be late!” She hollers.

Karen can’t quite make out what Kate says but it’s a good bet that she’s swearing. There’s a noise, even more muffled, that is probably the girl in the room on the other side of Kate’s, hollering at her to keep it down. Kate swears some more. 

She’s so easy to fluster. Put a gun or a bow or a slingshot or even a javelin, one memorable time, in her hand, and Kate Bishop is as cool as a cucumber. Stick her in a dress and tell her to flirt, she falls apart. She can flirt on accident well enough, but on purpose--

BANG.

Karen half jumps out of her skin, crossing her door and opening it a crack. 

“Yes?” she smiles sweetly at Kate. 

“Gimme your compact,” Kate says, and Karen’s smile vanishes.

“Asking works too, you know,” she informs Kate while rummaging around in her purse. She’s about to drop it in Kate’s outstretched hand when she stops. “What do you need it for? You’re not going to do the shine the light in his eyes thing, are you?”

“Maybe. Haven’t decided.”

Karen pulls back her hand. “Don’t. It’s overkill. You’re wearing a purple dress and red lipstick, if he doesn’t notice you, he’s blind.”

Kate grumbles but doesn’t outright protest, so Karen drops the compact back in her purse. “Speaking of the lipstick,” she leans forward, peering at Kate’s lips. “You forgot to blot. You're gonna smudge.”

“Oh, hell. You got a tissue?”

“Sure do.” Karen doesn’t reach for a tissue, though. Instead, she leans forward, planting her lips square on Kate’s. Not moving much, no, that would defeat the purpose and make Kate later than she is now, not that it hasn’t happened before. 

Karen pulls back, surveys Kate’s makeup with a critical eye. “Better,” she says, shoving Kate out the door. 

She swears all the way down the hall.

Kate sweeps into the club in an air of righteous indignation, sitting at the bar with irritation radiating off of her. 

Karen only pulled that trick on her a few times, and it never failed to wind her up. Always before stuff like this, too--

Kate realizes with a start that that’s probably the point. She came in, wasn’t nervous, and had enough je ne sais qoi that all eyes are on her, however briefly.

Still. Uncalled for. Kate doesn’t feel the least bit bad about palming the quarter off of Karen’s entryway table now.

“If I asked you to make me a Ramos gin fizz, would you punch me in the face?” She asks the bartender.

The woman looks her up and down, taking a deep drag of her cigarette. 

“What do you smoke?” Kate asks, trying another tactic.

“Anything I can get my hands on.”

“Right.” Kate pulls a half-full pack of cigarettes out of her bag. They’d mostly been an accident, not her fault that man had bumped into her on the street and triggered the instinct. “I’ll give you these on top of your tip.”

The woman throws back her head and laughs. “You want that drink that bad?”

“Mostly just want to see if I can convince you to do it.” She gives the woman a wink.

The woman laughs again, palming the package of cigarettes. “You’d better not ask me for one of these in an hour.”

“I don’t smoke.”

The woman gives her a strange look before turning around. “Give me fifteen minutes, doll. A fizz takes time.”

The woman retreats, tapping a man on the shoulder and telling him to keep an eye out on the bar. 

“You don’t smoke?” The question comes from a man, sipping whiskey, probably. His voice is low, rough. Reminds her of train bridges in France and the pungent smell of explosives. His hair short on the sides and long on the top. 

Marines. Always easy to spot.

“Last time I smoked my hands caught fire.”

The man laughs before he realizes she’s serious. “Really?”

Kate peels off her gloves and holds her hands up, and the man scoots over to inspect them further. 

“Shit,” he says, putting his cigarette down and taking her hands in his, tilting them so her scars catch the light. “How’d that happen?”

He doesn’t seem to realizes she’s a stranger and he’s holding her hands, and Kate wants to cackle. Take that, Page. I can flirt, too.