#No longer is that cute round face looking at me through the window when I'm coming home

[nei-ning]

Today, on 21th of September, Verti left this Earth. Despite the medicines he was given, they didn't work as they should had. Surely Verti became more "observing" but he refused to move, refused to eat or drink. He couldn't breath well anymore. He was panting like a dog with an open mouth. He also lost more weight which was concerning.

I stood by his side all the way to an end at the vet, crying my eyes out (I will cry more later for sure). I will get his ashes after 2-4 weeks so I warmly welcome him back home. I told him that he can reincarnate into my life if he so wants to in the future but I doubt that. We had fun, lovely 16-17 years and I think he is very happy and satisfied about it - as am I <3

So, my beloved Verti, thank you SO much for all these years. You were my best cat / pet ever! <3 I have never met any cat like you. I will miss you but I also know you are now heck happy and free.

I love you <3

[golden-cherry]

deal - cl16 (30/?)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Series Summary: Your whole life has gone to shit. Your boyfriend broke up with you, you just lost your job and the Monegasque, who suddenly stands in your doorway, claims that it’s his apartment.

Chapter Summary: The Leclerc family dinner is something else.

Warnings: this is just cute, mentions of injuries (due to Monopoly), alcohol consumption, Arthur Leclerc

Word Count: 3.8k

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A/N: happy birthday to the lovely anon from yesterday! this is not smutty, but I hope you'll still like it! feedback is appreciated!

When Charles brings the rickety Renault to a halt and pulls the handbrake, you can hardly believe your eyes.

The car is parked in front of a large, white house that is surrounded by green ivy on one corner. The black roof perfectly matches the black shutters leaning against the wall of the house, giving you a glimpse of the interior. Above the double doors of the entrance is a small balcony with a black metal fence and small flower boxes in which beautiful, colorful flowers are sure to bloom in summer.

It looks like a painting.

You stare open-mouthed through the windshield. "It's gorgeous."

Your friend smiles. "My mother had it renovated last year. The façade was crumbling a bit and the windows were no longer in good shape." He shrugs his shoulders. "But otherwise it's stayed the same. I grew up here."

You can hardly take your eyes off it as you get out of the car. "It's beautiful. It must have been great growing up here."

"It was." He rounds the hood and stands next to you. "Unfortunately, I was always on the road because of karting and the older I got, the less time I spent here. But this house holds so many memories." He exhales deeply. "This is my home."

You turn your head in his direction before reaching for his hand and squeezing it. "Thank you for taking me with you."

Charles smiles gently at you and pulls you a little closer so that you can feel his warm breath on your face. "Don't get too excited. You haven't met my brothers yet."

You tilt your head a little. "Are they that bad?"

"The worst," he whispers and leans forward a little. His gaze flickers briefly from your eyes to your lips. Your heart leaps a little. "But I'm the worst."

"Shouldn't I stay away from you then?" you ask him. He's so close to you that you have to tilt your head back to look at him. "Good girls should keep their distance from bad boys, shouldn't they?"

Charles releases his hand from yours and gently places it on your neck, leaving you no choice but to look at him. His other arm wraps around your waist and he pulls you all the way against him. Chest to chest, he looks down at you before licking his lips. You can feel the arousal pooling in your panties. "Are you a good girl, mon amour?"

As one of the front doors opens, he disengages from you with a smooth movement, as if nothing had ever happened and as if it wasn't running through your mind how you would have loved to get down on your knees for him right there. As he walks towards the house, you can see his back muscles dancing under his shirt. How you wish you could scratch him with your fingernails and -

"Maman. It's so good to see you," he greets his mother, who kisses him left and right on the cheek, snapping you out of your super non-platonic daydream. Which maybe isn't the worst thing, Charles is your friend after all.

"Yes yes, it's nice to see you too," she replies, before pushing past him and coming towards you. "Chérie, I'm so glad you're here!" The woman hugs you tightly before also kissing you left and right.

"It's nice to see you again too, Pascale," you smile. "Thank you so much for inviting me. The house is gorgeous."

"Thank you, chérie," she replies and reaches for your hands. "Come on, come on. Let me show you the house." Before you can say anything back, she pulls you towards the house, past Charles and through the door. "Charles! Your brothers will be here soon. You can set the table," she calls to him over her shoulder.

"Of course, Maman," he replies and when you look back at him, he rolls his eyes in mock annoyance.

"And please take the good china! We want to make a good impression."

"Of course, Maman." Charles, who has followed you into the house, closes the front door behind him.

The inside of the house looks like it's from another world. Large, white tiles adorn the floor, the furniture is kept simple, but still looks luxurious and so expensive that you'd be worried about scratching the surfaces with your car keys if you put them down. The lower floor is open plan, with a large kitchen with a kitchen island, a glass dining table and the living room. There's a soft-looking sofa in front of the fireplace, where you can definitely warm up on cold days. There are countless pictures on the walls - a mixture of art and personal photos.

"Would you like something to drink, chérie?" asks Pascale as you stop in the kitchen and she lets go of your hand. She opens the fridge and starts rummaging around in it. "We have water, orange juice, spritz, wine and cola."

"I don't need anything, thank you," you reply with a smile. You're a little overwhelmed that she's being so nice to you. You're not used to parents being so sweet and kind. Yours certainly weren't when you lived with them.

"All right, then. If you need anything, just take it. Make yourself at home." She squeezes your shoulder briefly before scurrying past you. "Charles! The table!"

"I'm on it," his voice comes from another corner of the room before he steps back into your field of vision. He is holding expensive-looking tableware in his hands, which he carefully spreads out on various coasters on the glass table. "Could you please take the cutlery from the top drawer there? There must be six of us. Enzo wanted to bring his wife Charlotte."

You take the cutlery from the drawer and count it off before joining him at the table and distributing the items. "I'm a bit nervous," you confess quietly. As you place a fork next to one of the plates, Charles grabs your hand.

"We can leave if that's too much for you," he suggests. " I'm sorry. My brothers aren't that bad. They're nice and funny and I think you'll get along fine." He strokes the inside of his wrist lovingly with his thumb. "You really don't need to worry. But if you want to leave, I can understand that."

You shake your head slightly. "It's all good. Your mother cooked dinner especially for me and it would be rude to leave now." You chew the inside of your cheek. "I just want to make a good impression."

Charles takes the rest of the cutlery from your hand before interlacing his fingers with yours. "You really don't have to worry about that, mon amour. She already loves you."

You raise an eyebrow in confusion. "And how do you know that? Did she tell you that?"

"She didn't need to," he replies with a smile. "When I introduced her to Annika back then, she reacted differently. No kisses, no dinner to get to know each other better. And she definitely didn't ask her to feel at home here," he explains, placing his free hand on your cheek. "She has good intuition and the fact that she took you to her heart within minutes just shows me that I made a good catch with you."

"Excuse me! There are children here!" a male voice shouts across the room. You would have liked to take three steps back to put some distance between you and Charles, but he keeps you in place.

"I don't see any children," replies the man in front of you, glancing over your head towards the kitchen. When you turn around, a young man is standing there, grinning and leaning against the kitchen island. "All I see is an annoying little brother who doesn't know when to hold back."

Playfully hurt, the stranger puts his hand on his chest. "Ouch. I'm not the one who can't seem to just pull through ." Before you can say anything back, he takes the few steps towards you and stops in front of Charles. The two stare at each other for a moment before a wide smile spreads across the shorter man's face. "Good to see you, big brother."

Charles releases his hand from yours so that he can embrace his baby brother. "You too." With a smile, he hugs him before gently pushing him away. He turns to you. "This is my little brother Arthur."

"It's nice to meet you," he replies and - in true Pascale style - gives you a little kiss on each cheek before winking at you. "Maman has already told me about you, but she didn't tell me how beautiful you are."

"'Keep your hands off, Arthur,' your roommate warns his brother, but he just waves it off.

"Don't worry, Charles. I'm not here to take your girlfriend away." You raise your hand and open your mouth to correct him, but he turns on his heel and walks back towards the fridge. "I'm here because I was promised good food. And maybe a game of Monopoly?" He waggles his eyebrows in anticipation.

Charles shakes his head vigorously. "Absolutely not. Last time Enzo nearly lost a finger because you thought he was cheating the bank."

Arthur rolls his eyes. "The whole thing would be unfunny without a bit of violence." His gaze shifts from his big brother to you. "What about you? Do you like Monopoly?"

"Monopoly? Maybe we should look for the first aid kit first," laughs the young woman who has just joined you. With her long blonde hair and wide, pearly-white smile, she looks so beautiful that it almost takes your breath away. Without giving the guys in the room a glance, she walks straight up to you and hugs you tightly. "Hi, I'm Charlotte. Enzo's wife." She gives you a quick hug before pulling away from you. "I like your top."

You introduce yourself to her as well before thanking her for the compliment. "Is Monopoly really that crazy in this family?" you ask quietly, watching Charles and Arthur tease each other in the kitchen.

"When it comes to winning, the men behave like animals," she explains, putting her slender arm around your shoulder. "That's why it's all the better that you're here now. Maybe they're acting a bit more grown-up this time then."

"Everyone here is an adult," another person defends themselves. The black-haired man tries to get Arthur out of Charles' headlock. "My little brothers might be a bit wild, but we're all old enough to behave reasonably." As he separates the two bickering men, he stands between them with his arms outstretched.

Arthur points his finger at the eldest of the three brothers. "You once knocked over the whole board because you had no more money to pay Charles."

Charles briefly runs his fingers through his tousled hair to get it into style. "And you once kicked us out of your apartment because you didn't have a hotel to take out a mortgage."

Before you know it, Enzo grabs his little brothers and tucks them under his arms, but Charles is quicker. With an elegant twist, he wriggles out of his brother's tight grip and twists his arm a little so that he can't get hold of him again, while Arthur tries with all his might to free himself.

"I told you," Charlotte whispers to you. "Like animals."

"Are you out of your minds?" Pascale's voice drowns out the boys, who abruptly move away from each other and blink at their mother. Arthur's face is red, while Enzo tugs his shirt right. Charles throws you a grin and a wink. "I'm cooking for everyone here and you're acting like children! Come on now! You know what you have to do!" she nags her sons, who quietly apologize to her and then scurry back and forth to put the rest of the things on the table.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" you ask the young woman next to you, but before she can answer you, Pascale is standing in front of you.

"Please take a seat. You're our special guest today and if I even see you lift a finger…" She gives you a stern, loving look before pulling one of the chairs from the table. With a nod, she tells you to sit down. Her look leaves no room for discussion.

"Would you like a glass of wine? I've brought a lovely sweet Riesling," Charlotte asks as she takes two wine glasses from one of the cupboards in the kitchen.

"Yes, please."

As she sets your glass down in front of you, the men also sit down at the table while Pascale places various bowls in front of you. When Charles tries to sit on the chair opposite you, his mother promptly stops him.

"The chair is broken, chéri. I'm afraid you'll have to use that stool there," she says, pointing to the small stool in the corner of the room.

Without hesitation, Charles swaps the pieces of furniture, but when he sits down, he grimaces. "My goodness, that's uncomfortable. It's sure to give me a backache."

"Maybe your lovely girlfriend can give you a back massage later," Arthur suggests, wiggling his eyebrows. Before he can react, your friend has reached into one of the bowls in front of you and thrown a piece of bread at his little brother. "Ouch, what the hell? I didn't say anything! It only becomes ambiguous when you make it ambiguous."

"Boys, pull yourselves together, otherwise it'll be the last time I invite you all here for dinner," Pascale scolds her sons, but you can tell she's not serious. She sits down at the table in front of them. "Now eat before the food gets cold."

-

"How did you two meet?" asks Enzo, popping a spoonful of vanilla ice cream into his mouth.

The pasta that Pascale cooked especially for you tasted absolutely fantastic. While you ate together, you talked about all sorts of things. About Enzo's work, Charlotte's recent seminar, new recipes that Pascale really wants to try out and your photography. At the beginning you were worried that you wouldn't be able to join in as you didn't know anyone from this family, but there was never a moment when you felt left out. It feels nice to be part of a family again - even if it's not your own.

Charles, who stretches his back briefly, looks at you across the table. "That's a funny story. Would you like to tell it?"

As all eyes turn to you, you have to swallow. You weren't expecting the attention. But Charles looks at you so gently and his smile is so warm. He makes you feel like you're not in the wrong place.

"He surprised me when I came out of the shower half-naked," you grin back. All you hear from the corner where Arthur is sitting is a whistle.

"Hey, that's not quite true," your roommate defends himself. "You were living in my second apartment without me knowing! Joris rented you the apartment and didn't tell me. And when I turned up there, you came out of the shower. It's not my fault." He raises his hands. "And you wanted to beat me up with a magazine!"

You reach for your wine glass and take a sip. "You were a stranger who suddenly appeared in my apartment. How else could I have reacted? You were so close to calling the police."

"You were standing half-naked in my apartment. It could have been that you were a crazy fan and somehow found out the address."

Charlotte looks up from her bowl of ice cream at you. "Didn't you know who he was?" As you shake your head, she claps her hands several times in delight. "Oh how cute! Just like in the fanfictions you can read on the internet! That's awesome!"

Her husband gives her a puzzled look. "You read fanfictions about my brother?"

Charlotte rolls her eyes. "Are you crazy? Of course not! But every now and then I just hear about it."

"And you've just decided to share the apartment," says Arthur as he scrapes two more scoops of ice cream out of the ice cream container.

"Yep. Just like that," Charles explains, and you smile gratefully at him. You're glad you don't have to explain that you're unemployed. Especially since everyone at this table is pursuing promising careers. Your friend smiles back affectionately before arching his back. "And it would also be the best decision I've ever made if I didn't have to sit on this stupid stool all evening. My spine feels like pebbles."

"Don't be like that," his mother grumbles at him. "You're still young. Your back pain can't be that bad."

"Arthur is younger than me. Shouldn't he be sitting in this chair then?" Charles tries to get out of it, but he falls silent when Pascale gives him a dirty look.

"But I don't have a girlfriend who can rub my back later," grins the youngest Leclerc. "I'm sure she won't mind."

"Arthur!" Pascale reprimands him. Her gaze shifts to you. "I'm so sorry. I thought I'd brought her up better." She puts her head in her hands.

"Oh, Maman." Charles gets up from his uncomfortable stool and you can tell by the way he looks that his back is actually hurting. He stands behind his mother and puts his hands on her shoulders. "We know you did your best. And we actually turned out well." He can barely suppress his grin. "Except for Arthur."

"Hey!" Arthur jumps up from his chair so quickly that you fear he's going to fall over backwards, but Charlotte just manages to catch it. Arthur chases his big brother around the room while Enzo stacks up the ice cream bowls to take them to the kitchen.

"Wait, I'll help you," you offer, reaching for the cutlery that has been left behind, but Pascale's hand on yours stops you in your tracks.

"If you lift a finger, the same thing will happen to it as with Enzo's fingers at Monopoly," she threatens lovingly and gets up to clear away the rest of the things herself.

You look at Charlotte uncertainly and she waves you off. "Don't worry about it. She doesn't mean any harm. She just wants you to feel comfortable here and make sure you have everything you need. You'll get used to it over time."

"Thank you," you reply with a smile. "I think if you weren't so nice to me, I'd be really scared of you."

The blonde has to laugh. "Unfortunately, I hear that a lot. But I know what it's like to be new to this family. It can be quite nerve-wracking and overwhelming. But they're all lovely people. You don't need to worry about that." She puts her hand on yours briefly before rising and joining her husband in the kitchen.

A short time later, you feel two large hands on your shoulders. "Are you all right?" Charles asks as you lean your head back to look at him. "My family didn't scare you off, did they? Or are you sick of it and don't want anything to do with me anymore?"

"A terrible family," you reply and feel his thumbs rubbing gentle circles into your skin. You feel warm.

"I can understand," he nods and leans down towards you so that the tips of your noses touch. "So that's the last time we'll see everyone. I definitely prefer your company to that of the others."

You have to stifle a giggle. "You're only saying that because you're hoping to get a back massage from me as soon as we get home." Your mouth goes dry at the thought of running your hands over his muscular back and feeling the soft skin under your fingertips.

"You're right about that," he admits. "Shall we go? I've had to share you with my family long enough."

"You want to leave already?" asks Pascale, who has rejoined you at the table. You didn't even realize she was back until she started talking.

"Yes, maman. My back really hurts and we have a lot to do tomorrow," he apologizes. It's news to you that you have plans. But maybe it's just an excuse so that you can be alone again more quickly. And you definitely have no objections to that.

Friends, sure.

"All right." She puts her hands on her hips. "But I'll expect you both back here at Christmas. I'll prepare your old room so you can spend the night here." Her smile is warm and heartfelt. As you get up from your chair to say goodbye to her, she wraps you tightly in her arms. "It's so nice that you're part of our family now. I'm already looking forward to having you back here at Christmas. It's only a few more days until then."

"Thank you for your invitation." You return her hug. "I haven't felt like part of a family for a long time."

Apparently she sees something in your gaze, something sad, because she has to swallow before she starts speaking again. "We've been through a lot as a family - and I think you have too. You're always welcome here. No matter what happens. Even if you need someone to be there for you in the middle of the night. The doors of this house are always open to you." She blinks away a few tears and you briefly consider hugging her again.

Which you finally do. "Your family is wonderful. You've raised three great sons. If your husband was anywhere near as kind-hearted as they turned out to be, then he must have been the most lovable person in the world," you whisper to her.

"He would have loved you. I'm sure of it." As she breaks away from you, she wipes her eyes once. "Thank you for looking after my son. There's no denying how good you are for him."

As if on cue, Charles stands next to you and puts his arm around your waist to pull you close. You feel his body heat, the pressure of his fingers on your skin.

After this morning, you had been unsure whether you would ever be so close again despite the misstep, or whether you would keep your distance because the situation would be awkward for people who are actually just friends. But Charles' smile is genuine, his gaze gentle and his lips soft as he presses them lovingly to your forehead.

"She's the absolute best thing that could have happened to me."

[trina864]

Late Night Drive | J.JK

Summery: You and your boyfriend take a late night drive through the city where you met, it starts out with love, ends with a round of fuck and love. Paring: Jungkook x F!Reader | Est. Relationship Genre: Fanfiction, Romance | Fluff, Smut Word Count: 2.2k Warnings: Mentions of attempted r*pe. Boyfriend Jungkook. Making out. Smut. Sex. Unprotected Sex. N*pple play. I would say the smut part is quite vanilla. ‣ A/N: Sooo, Jungkook again. Finally finished this, it actually wasn't planned to be smut, but I got carried away, have you guys seen the new video from CK with Jungkook?! Jungkook in a tanktop is my new favorite, and omg I haven't even mentioned seven on the blog yet, but shit I'm dying. I'm working on something with seven, but you know me, I'm not sure when I'll be able to finish it, and it's a pretty big project, so we'll see what happens. Anyway enjoy the fic! (:

"Catch!" You yell to your boyfriend, throwing the keys to his black Mercedes. Jungkook caught them, standing on the other side of the car.

He looks from the keys in his hand to you opening the door to the passenger seat. He opens the door and asks "You don't wanna drive tonight?"

"Nah, I wanna admire the city and my beautiful boyfriend tonight." You say as you click yourself in. Jungkook smiles his cute bunny smile before he too clicks himself in.

When Jungkook turns the keys, the car comes to life with a roar. The lights in the car, LED purple and blue, turns on together with the roar.

He takes the car out of park mode and starts to drive out of the very filled parking lot.

The roads are lightened up by the streetlights in contrast to the parking lot which was completely dark, only the lights from your apartment's windows shined across the dark parking lot.

The leather seats in the car are reflecting purple and blue light onto Jungkooks face. He’s concentrated on the road giving you lots of time to admire him.

His hair newly washed still damp, the strands too reflected the lights. Both hands placed on the steering wheel, one cowered in tattoos. His legs clenching the faster he drives. His shirt hugging his strong figure.

His lips lifts in a smirk, he feels your eyes on him in a longer period of time. Jungkook has always loved your attention, you are one of the few were he doesn’t turn shy.

With you it’s confidence all the way, because he knows you, and loves you.

“Like what you see?” He asks all cocky.

“Nope not at all.” You say playfully making a small pout form on Jungkooks lips. It isn’t long though before he gets an idea.

His tatted hand slowly creeps down the steering wheel, over the gear lever, and over to your thigh where it rests comfortably.

A shiver goes over your spine as you feel Jungkook’s hand caress your thigh with utter love.

Unable to hide your smile you look out the window to the moving city, remembering all of the old memories you built with Jungkook.

Your first tattoo, the time you met each other’s parents, the day Jungkook asked you to be his partner.

One strong memory keeps popping up into your head, and you decide to share it with Jungkook as you think he never actually heard your feelings on the story.

“Do you know when I started loving you?” You ask quietly. He looks over at you, trying to catch your eyes, but you keep them on the moving city outside.

He gives you a soft squeeze with the hand on your thigh, and he sees how comfortable and content you seem in this moment. As if everything is just good right now. “No I don’t think I know that.”

“Well, do you remember our third date or something, that one were I thought it would’ve been a good idea for us to go to a club.” You ask looking back to Jungkook with anticipating eyes.

He gives you another squeeze, remembering exactly which night you’re referring to. “I would rather want to forget that night, but yea I do.” He manages to chuckle it out, not as much for his own sake as for yours.

That night had been a real nightmare for you. He gets shivers just thinking back to your trembling body walking out of the restroom with a dress torn in the side and mascara running down your face.

You ran into his arms that night even though you still didn’t know each other that well.

You explained how a guy had tried to do things to you while on the way to the restroom. He had almost succeeded before you got your hands in your pepper spray and you ran out of there.

Two minutes passed where Jungkook tried to calm not only you but also himself. How he wanted to smack that guy's face into the floor and kick him unconscious.

But he could sense that you needed something steady and strong in that moment, not someone who couldn’t control their anger. So he stood with you and hugged you.

“That night was both the worst and the best night ever.” You say. Jungkook looks at you with a frown not catching on to how it could’ve been a good night.

“I’m not following.” He says looking back to the road as one lonely car passes by.

You smile fiddling with your hands. “The moment the guy came running out from the restroom and walked up to us, I knew you wanted to fight him.” Jungkook clenches his jaw, hand tightens around the steering wheel.

This shows just how right you are, somewhere in his eyes there’s a look of regret, for not having punched the guy.

“Of course I wanted to fight him. I wanted to punch him so hard that he wouldn’t be able to walk again.” He says, and he gets surprised by your answer.

“I’m glad you didn’t.” You clear your throat and Jungkook looks over at you, your face like his illuminated in purple.

“I felt how angry you were, but you calmed yourself for me, do you have any idea how rare that is? I needed you to let him go, and you did. That made me feel so safe, you have no idea how good I felt in your arms when we got home. I never felt so at ease before, as if there was nothing in the world that could hurt me, because I had you.” He doesn’t know how to reply in this moment, he is speechless.

You can’t contain your emotions tonight, they shine on your face with every smile and breath. Especially the smile you have now is showing Jungkook more than anything else could.

“That’s how I still feel. I feel safe with you Jungkook, at home. And I very much believe that is how love feels. I started loving you in that moment, and never stopped.” You say.

Both of you watch as the light from the same club’s sign shine through your windows and adorns the car in turquoise blue.

Jungkook pulls over not too long after and turns to you with his whole body. Like he had seen emotions in your eyes, you see emotions in his.

The small unsheat tears at the corners of his eyes, and the lifted shape of his eyes from the smile he adorned.

To you he is as euphoric as the heart of a field filled with pink and white flowers.

He feels like the luckiest guy in the entire world sitting in front of you like this and showing his emotions without being scared of what you would think.

No words are needed between you two, the love for each other is evident for both of you. All that are needed is to let silence do its part and sit long enough for the emotions to lick up your body and embrace you in a warm hug.

It's you who makes the first move, crawling over the gear lever, and straddling Jungkooks lap. He smiles looking up at you and you wipe the tears in the corners of his eyes.

"I love you more than words could ever describe." He says and leans into your hands.

You bend down and kiss him, pressing your lips hard against his, just to try and show all the affection. Jungkook returns the kiss just as passionate as you, opening your mouth, and licking his way into your mouth.

You start grinding down into his lap, pressing against his dick. Jungkook moans into your mouth, loving the way you move on top of him. His hands wander down your sides and lay over your hips were he guides them.

You sit like that for quite a while, making out, Jungkooks dick grows hard under you and for every time your cunt presses against him you have to hold your moan.

Even with his small whispers that he wanted to hear you, and you shouldn't hold back with the sounds, you have to keep some in to not seem too desperate.

Suddenly Jungkook gets enough of your 'holding in your moan policy' and he stops you.

You whine quietly, but he shushes you as he starts leaning the seat back. When the seat is as leaned back as it can get he switches places and pulls his shirt over his head.

You almost drool, looking over his abs and feeling them over.

He smirks down at you as you too get rid of your shirt and your shorts, leaving you in only panties. You left the bra at home. He is over you in an instant, grabbing and twisting your nipples in between his fingers.

You're in bliss, Jungkook switches one of his hands out with his mouth, and the noise his sucking and licking makes is sinful, you don't even notice Jungkook getting rid of his own pants.

It's first when his bare thighs tangle against your own that you notice the lack of clothes from his side as well as yours.

From there it all seems to go a bit quicker, you getting rid of your underwear and Jungkooks his. He bends your legs up so your thighs are resting over you. He pumps himself a few times before he lines his cock up with your pussy entrance.

Your eyes meet, and again no words is needed as the love and sexual seduction shows itself.

It's almost as if your moan and Jungkooks groan harmonizes, both coming out equally loud as he pushes his dick into you.

You lay still for a few seconds as your pussy adapts to Jungkooks seize. He kisses you, and whispers sweet nothings between small kisses.

It's first when you tap his abdomen twice he starts to move, just like you had agreed.

He starts out slow, still letting you adapt to his seize, but slowly as your moans gets louder and the windows gets more fogged the pace quickens.

It doesn't take long before Jungkook is hammering into you, pulling the filthiest moans from your mouth, and making the seat beneath you squeak as if it's in pain.

Your wet sounds are not half as attractive as Jungkooks grunts and whimpers. His cock hitting into your g-spot, plus him whimpering with his whiniest voice "Fuck yea." is so filthy, so dirty and nasty that you feel your orgasm bulid up in turbo mode.

"Ah, Jungkook I'm so close." You whimper with closed eyes and tears in the brim. He looks down at your beautiful squinted face, sweat on your forehead as well as your inner knees were his grip is starting to slip.

His own sweat drips from his neck down to your neck where the two substances mixes. The windows are unable to be seen through.

"Fuck, ah!, you look so good, a mess all because of my dick. Are you gonna cum on my dick huh? Is that what you want? To milk it into your cum?" His words is as sinful as the car you're in, and you whimper a series of 'yes'.

Jungkook quickens the pace. If his pace was fast before this is rapid. It's almost animalistic how he grunts and fucks into you, even you feel how your walls clench harder around him. Your nails dig into his back, you don't scratch scared you'll actually scratch through his skin. "Oh- my- go- od, Jungkook!!" You manage to get out through each thrust.

Your orgasm hits you like a train, running all over you as your body spasm. Jungkook doesn't slow down, he keeps the same unforgiving pace through the whole of your orgasm. You feel used in the best way as your orgasm is over. Jungkook is still not finished, but you feel his dick twitch inside you.

You help him on the way, you have to make him cum so you can get a break. You do the thing Jungkook loves the most, and dirty talk to him. "Shit, my cum is all over you cock, it's on the seat. You're gonna get stained by my pussy juice when you drive." You say and Jungkook has to rest his head on you as he falls weak for your voice.

"You're covered in my cum kookie, you have to cover me too. Cum inside me baby. Paint my pussy white with your cum, kookie." You moan. It doesn't take long from there till Jungkook is loosing his grip and cumming into your tight pussy. "Fuuuuck! Yea, ah." He moans as his load shoots into you and mixes with your own sticky cum.

You almost get another orgasm just by how good it feels to get coated by Jungkook, how good it feels when his body takes over and he has no control of how he hammers into you.

When he is done he collapses on top of you, dick still wrapped in your warm walls. "I love you Y/N." He says as he feels your fingers run through his hair.

"And I love you Kookie." You say and smile as Jungkooks arms sneaks under you and he hugs you with his face nuzzled into your neck.

Shit, you love car drives with Jungkook.

[jhopezwrld]

Hitting you with some fluff. Steve proposing after everything that happens in season 4 (let's pretend that it didn't end on a cliffhanger and everyone lived and is ok)

WAIIIIT this is so fucking cute omg okkk i got u friend

steve's large hands caressed your waist as the two of you lay face to face on his bed. the open window by his door casts a purple-ish hue on the two of you, a delicate reminder of the dusk surrendering to the dawn. silence wrapped around you both, serene and comforting, until steve broke it with a hesitant voice.

"so, i've been thinking..."

"uh oh, that's never good," you teased, but he silenced you with a gentle smile.

"hey, i'm serious. i've been thinking about us." His words hung in the air, pregnant with meaning, and you nodded, silently encouraging him to continue.

"so much has happened in the past few years," he began again, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "we've been through so much together, and we're still so young, but... i've been thinking about this for so long. fighting interdimensional monsters for the past three years has really aged me, and we could have died at literally any time and i—"

you placed a gentle hand on his chest, urging him to pause and collect his thoughts. "breathe, baby," you whispered, your voice like a soothing balm to his brain.

he nodded, taking a deep breath before continuing, "you can totally say no if you want to, but... i think i'll explode if i don't ask you this now."

steve sat up, reaching into the side table by his bed. his hands trembled slightly as he rifled through its contents, before finally pulling out a small velvet box. gasping, you sat up with him, excitement burning through your veins.

"steve..."

he took your hand into his own, his touch a wordless comfort. "i know this isn't how you’re supposed to do it, and i promise i'll take you out for a nice dinner and do this the right way, but... i don’t think i can wait any longer."

with shaking fingers, he releases your hand and opens the box, revealing a beautiful ring with a gold band and a small, round diamond sitting in the middle. his hand shook as he looked at you, eyes shining with unshed tears.

"marry me?"

speechless, you feel your heart race, feelings swirling inside you like a hurricane. "are you sure?" you blurted out, your voice so quiet you’re unsure if steve can even hear you, but he does. 

"i've never been more sure of anything in my entire life, baby," he promised, his eyes meeting yours with a wordless reassurance of his love. 

a toothy smile found its home on your face as you nodded eagerly, the words spilling out of you like a waterfall, "holy shit, of course i will."

hearing your response, steve pulled you into a tight embrace, his love warming you like a blanket. he quickly pulled away, reaching for the ring and sliding it onto your finger with shaking hands.

cupping your face, steve pulled you into a soft kiss, his lips conveying all the adoration he felt for you. as he pulled away, he brought your left hand to his face, his eyes sparkling.

"dustin is gonna kill me," he chuckled, "i promised him i'd let him hide wherever we went when i proposed so he could watch."

[thesuperiorrobin]

Untitled

Pairing: Damian Wayne x Fem!reader

Word count: 1.0k

Warning: none

A/N: also reminder all my requests have been completely deleted after I had gotten a new phone. I’ll open up requests later I just don’t know when. I’m a bit disappointed in myself bc I didn’t get to them sooner. So again sorry if your requests won’t be done anytime soon.

You’re never the first to call.

Most of the time it’s Damian.

Damian needs something in his life that no one in his family could give him. They could, but it wouldn’t be the same if he got it from you. You’re in your room, it’s late. Too late where the streets of Gotham have gone silent—and that alone should say something. You're humming a song of your choice that plays in the background of your bedroom as you sew up a piece of your jacket that you had accidentally ripped when you were out during the day. The music cuts off as your phone beside you starts to ring. It’s a facetime call.

incoming call 🩷🗡️Damian🩷🗡️….:

You’re quick to answer it… pressing the green button as you propped up your phone up against a couple of books you had laying around on your small desk you sat at so he could get a better view of you. There’s a smile on your face when he shows up. I'm your view on the phone. He’s laying down on his bed looking tired and beaten. Damian had just gotten back from a night of patrol before he decided to call you.

“Hi!” You great, he greets you back with a quiet hello “what are you doing?”

“I could ask you the same thing” you hum as you focus back on your jacket.

“Well, my excuse is I took a nap��� at like—I don’t know-five? Maybe six? Anyway I woke up not even an hour ago. So I’ll be up the entire night” you laugh at yourself softly “What about you? Why are you up?” He’s quiet for a moment, and that worries you. He says nothing for a few scones seconds, you look up and stare at your phone—staring at his reflection on the other side of your device. There’s something about him that you can’t read well. And that says something because you could usually read off his emotions based on his expression.

“Just got done with patrol” he finally speaks and you nod slowly “how was your day beloved?” A question that’s quick to get you.

Damian loves listening to you talk about your day, even if it was just you doing absolutely nothing. You are quick with your answer.

“I didn’t do much! I only went to the mall today with a friend and let me tell you—twenty-five dollars in this economy ain’t shit. I think I spend around one hundred dollars? I think and I only went to like three stores but I still have money left over. Also Victoria secret underwear is not for the weak at all. They’re cute but some of them are just eh—not made for wearing them all day—“ you stop yourself from saying anything else. You look at your phone to stare at Damian who says nothing. The more you look at him the more he looks exhausted.

“Damian?”

“Yeah?”

“Come over” a soft smile grazes your lips “‘my parents aren’t home. Away on a business trip or something like that”

“oh?” That seems to spike his interests “what’s the occasion?” You shrug as you think for a moment, your ripped jacket now forgotten and placed aside

“movie night? I was watching a scary movie on Max called Barbarian. I was watching it alone but ten minutes in I got scared” Damian let’s put a small laugh that warms your heart. He’s slowly coming down from whatever he was going through.

“So?”

“I’ll be there. Just give me a few minutes”

“yay. I’ll see you in a bit. My windows open so you can just come in whenever”

You say your goodbye before you hang up on each other.

When Damian finally comes round you’re in the kitchen standing in front of the microwave as you make popcorn. Too engrossed on your phone you don’t notice him until his reflection covers your screen. You're quick to turn around and greet him with a hug that lasts longer than usual. It had you wondering. It’s not until the sound of your microwave beeping, you two pull apart but not fully. Hands linger on his face longer, palms against his tan cheeks.

“You okay?” Softly, you ask and he nods against your hands—his own hands coming up and grasping yours bringing your palm closer to his lips. He kisses it softly before he nuzzles into them again.

“Yes, with you I’m always okay” you hum as you smile up at him.

“Okay….” The microwave beeps once more, a reminder that the popcorn is ready. You let go of Damian as you make your way towards it, opening it and taking out the hot and steaming bag. You place it on the counter as you go and retrieve a bowl.

“You can go sit on the couch if you want” you say dumping the popcorn into the bowl

“I’ll be there in a minute” he nods but you can’t see, you hear his footsteps disappear as he walks away. You spot Damian sitting on the couch waiting patiently, there’s no expression on his face as he stares blankly at your T.V. A frown paints your lips as you walk up to him and hand him the popcorn—he doesn’t say a word as he takes it from your hand and watches as you search for the remote. When you do find it you sit next to him draping a blanket that was placed over the arm of the couch. There’s a static silence between the two of you as you search for the movie. Damian drapes his arm over your shoulder—leaning down onto you.

“Tired?” You laugh slightly—hand coming up to ruffle his black hair as you press play on the movie. He shakes his head

“No. I’m never tired” he smiles

“Okay, whatever you say” rolling your eyes playfully you lean closer to him. The popcorn was now in your hands, placed on your lap. Damian arms were wrapped around you protectively. You two to engrossed in the movie you were watching

Damian was always okay. He just missed you. Today was the first time he’s been over your house in the past six months and talking to you through the phone wasn’t doing any justice to him. Missing you kinda gives him a home sick-y feeling.

Also I recommend watching Barbarian on MAX. It’s not really a jump scare kind of horror movie. It’s more like an uneasy kind of movie. 10/10. Although I do have to give a warning bc there is blood and gore and also mentions of rape and incest.

[wed-in-the-apocalypse]

The Date

Tara carpenter x reader

Summary: you go on that date with tara

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Tara had been waiting all week, she asked you out on Sunday and had been talking to you since, you were just as amazing as she had hoped, you were so gentle and never made her feel like a burden, not to mention you were funny and awfully hot.

She was practically buzzing with excitement, the day had come, Sam was out with her boyfriend for the day, she had told Tara that she might not be back till the next day, which was perfect for her.

She took longer then expected to change, as she rummaged through her closet, "okay, something cute, something cute.. Aha!" she's just wearing this,

she quickly checked the time (4:50) "shit"

She runs out the door and nearly falls down the stairs in her haste, she mentally cursed at her sister for getting an apartment on the top floor.

She finally made it out, you had already parked outside the building, "she's early" Tara thought to herself finding it endearing.

You were leaning against the car door, you noticed her walking toward you and you waved.

"Hey Tar" she smiled at the nickname, leaning up giving you a light peck on the cheek.

"Hey y/n, you look nice" her complement made you blush, though she didn't notice.

You opened the passenger door for her. "You ready?" She took your hand and sat into the seat grinning.

"And they say chivalry is dead" she teased, but you smirked back.

"My parents taught me to treat pretty girls well" you winked and closed the door, rounding the car to get to the driver seat.

--

The ride to the theater was a bit of a long one, considering the traffic, you sat in comfortable silence as music softly played in the background.

Tara stole a few glances at you while you drove, she bit her lip and looked at your hand, itching to reach out and hold it.

You seemed to notice her staring and put your hand out for her to take, she gladly took it, interlacing your fingers, and she put your hands in her lap to face the window again, hoping you wouldn't notice her bright cheeks and wide smile.

--

When you finally got to the theater you got out and opened the door for her again, holding out your hand to help her up.

She took your hand and stood up, you closed the door and locked the car, she took your hand again as you walked beside her to the theater.

You walked up to the snack bar to get popcorn and drinks, the woman behind the counter seemed to like you as she flirted with you while you ordered.

"Could I get a large popcorn and two cokes please?" "Of course, anything for a such a pretty girl" she winked and you blushed, Tara noticed and quickly linked your arms as she pressed into your side.

"Hey y/n/n, did you get what I asked?" She said Innocently looking up at you with doe eyes, then turned to give the woman a glare as she put the popcorn and cokes on the counter.

If looks could kill she'd be six feet under.

The woman ignored her and rang you up, passing you a folded napkin, winking at you.

"Have a good night" Tara glared harder as she tried to push you away to the doors.

You thanked her and let Tara take you through the doors, the ads were still playing as you sat down in the back, Tara sat frowning in her seat, arms crossed in a way that looked like a child getting denied a treat.

"You okay Tar? You seem upset" she stayed in the same position, not meeting your eyes, she grumbled "I'm fine, let's just watch the movie" the lights dimmed and the logo appeared on screen as the film started, Tara took an angry sip of her soda but relaxed slightly when she glanced at your side profile.

The movie was a horror film, you noticed quickly, you tensed at seeing a bloody body on the ground, Tara noticed and grabbed a hold of your hand, giving it a comforting squeeze, you leaned into her side more as the movie got more violent.

You jumped slightly at every jump scare, making you lean more into Tara, she put the armrest up and snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you closer, you melted into her and hid your face in her neck as she stroked your hair soothingly, and you let out a content sigh.

You quickly forgot the movie as Tara brushed your hair softly, and she rested her head on yours.

--

As the credits started rolling and people started getting up, you forced yourself to lift your head up from her shoulder, she let go and stood up with you and grabbed the popcorn while you picked the now half empty cups up, you walked out.

You turned to her as you neared the snack bar, "I'm gonna get refills" But Tara grabbed your arm before you could walk away.

"No!" She yelled "I mean- no, let's just go before it gets to late" "oh, alright, let's go then" She glared at the woman one more time before walking out of the theater with you.

--

As your car pulled up to the curb and she finished teasing you about being such a baby, you got out and opened her door for her.

Tara didn't want this night to end, but she knew it had to.

She couldn't just bring you into the apartment, Sam would find out and would probably kill you, but she didn't want to end her precious time with you.

So before you and her got to the door, she turned to you with a nervous look on her face.

"Y/n, I really don't want this night to end, but, it has to so," she took a deep breath, she leaned closer to your face, looking down. "I wanted to know, could I..," she looked at your eyes, slowly sliding her hands around your neck, hesitant.

You placed your hands on her waist, almost instinct, you could feel her breath fan across your face, you could see all her features, wanting to spend your night counting the freckles dotting her face.

You asked before she could.

"Can I kiss you?" Your voice barely above a whisper. "Yes."

You met halfway, her lips warm and so soft against yours, she tasted faintly of butter and the coke she had earlier.

She sighed contently and pulled you closer, it sounds cliché but it felt like butterflies erupted in your stomach, it was an out of body experience, the way her lips slotted against yours like the last piece of a puzzle, you never wanted to leave that moment.

But like all good things it had to end eventually.

Breath was becoming harder to avoid, you reluctantly pulled away, leaving just enough space to breathe, her lips were now the softest pink, her cheeks flushed, and you regretted ever pulling away.

Tara smiled at you, she gave you quick kiss, you kissed her forehead and she laughed quietly, a genuine laugh.

She looked up at you.

"I'll see you later Y/n." she walked to the door and turned the handle, looking at you one more time.

"Good night Tara." she smiled, "Good night Y/n."

And with that, she disappeared behind the door, leaving you on the cold sidewalk.

You wanted to giggle and kick your feet like a 14 year old girl.

You settled for a wide smile instead.

You headed to your car and drove off into the night, you wondered where this would take you.

--

We're not gonna talk about the implications that she wore that twice :)

This one is definitely longer then the last one

[ameliawarnerr]

Hi, hope you're doing well. I wanted to suggest a one-shot where the mc had a bad day and starts crying and Jake cuddles her and comforts her.

Here you go. I hope you like it <3

(Requests for Duskwood one shots open!)

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“Well, what do you want me to do now?” MC asked hopelessly. She felt tied and blindfolded with a million voices tormenting her in her head and not one of them would guide her to a path out of this situation.

Mike looked at her with the same helplessness. Mike was her assistance and right now, both of them were in trouble brought upon by MC's past negligence towards her job during Hannah's investigation.

At last, Mike sighed, “Right now, I think you should go home, okay? You are stressed and-”

“Going home wouldn't change the situation, Mike. We need to answer them.” MC cried out, browsing through the one month old documents she had spread around her desk. “Let's go over it again. May 4, a blond man came in to collect his revised documents. Now, I don't know if I was in the office that day. But he has the documents.”

Mike decided to entertain another round of revision on their end. “Yes, meaning you were present because no one but you could've have given him the documents.”

MC let out a sharp breath. “No one had come in for revision of documents since January. How could I have given him the wrong documents? I mean, there were no other documents I could've gotten confused with.”

Both of them were silent for another five minutes. Mike leaned on MC's desk. “See, this is getting no where. Look,” he straightened, “we'll just apologise, okay? If you feel your job is in trouble, I'll take it upon me. They can't fire me because that's partially your decision.”

Mike had proposed this idea when they had started this discussion and MC didn't fancy it any more than the first time. She didn't like putting blame on someone else. But she was lost. And that was unlike her. It was MC, she always had a way, a solution. That's why she founded Hannah without ever knowing her personally. That's why the group trusted her so much. She couldn't believe she was failing now.

“It's okay.” Mike said on seeing her doubtful frown. “I really don't mind. You should go home now. Rest. I'll take care of the rest.”

MC swallowed her abashment like a solid rock and thanked him with an apologetic smile.

-----

MC kicked off her shoes and stalked into her apartment that she shared with her boyfriend. The apartment was perfect for the two with a cute open kitchen, spacious living room, two bedrooms (one of which they turned into Jake's computer room) and an alluring balcony.

Usually, MC would greet Jake straight away in his computer room but right now she didn't have strength for anything but falling down on the couch. She felt like the biggest failure, tasting the beginning of her downfall.

She adjusted the pillow and stared outside a window at the grey sky. She hadn't bothered turning on the lights. Her head turned instinctly towards Jake's computer room, yellow light escaping from under the door.

Though she couldn't see him, she could feel his presence, feel how she was drawn to him. At last, she picked up her phone and texted him. Apparently she didn't feel good about seeking comfort either now.

MC: I'm home. I'm dying.

Jake was out of his room in an instant. “MC?” He called out in the dark living room, face towards the kitchen.

MC raised her leg from the couch. “Here.”

It hasn't been even a month of them living together but they were quite comfortable in their little apartment. All the time they were yet to spend with each other filled their minds with endless possibilities.

MC sat up as Jake approached her. Her eyes were already adjusted to the dark and she saw most of him in it. His black hair were hard to spot but his flawless skin wasn't. He wore a black tshirt which made MC stare at his arms longer than she intended.

When he was near enough, she began, “Your girlfriend is a failure and she might lose her job so now wouldn't be a bad time to tell her that you can steal money from ban—” Her eyes started to water with the words leaving her mouth.

Jake didn't let her finish her self-degrading speech. He put his hands around her- one around her shoulders and other one on her waist. He hoisted her up and sat on the couch with MC on his lap.

“Oh,” she let out. MC was yet to get used Jake's touch. She hadn't thought his love language would be physical touch which has turned out to be one of the best surprises about him.

MC pulled her head away from his shoulder to look at his face. Jake was already staring into her eyes with concern and softness.

“Three things.” He said seriously.

MC smiled, curious all at once. She was yet to witness this side of him.

“One, you are anything but a failure. The things you did to save Hannah aren't like the crosswords normal people solve in newspapers. It requires skills and training. You did it without training. That's how wonderful your mind is.” He spoke with conviction.

MC's smile widened. She loved how he picked out the heart of her doubt and threw it away.

“Do you understand?” He asked when MC didn't say anything. “I need you to believe it like I do.”

MC nodded, placing her palms on his shoulders. “Yes. I do.”

“Good.” He said. “Secondly, there is no shame in deciding to do something else. If you think you are going to lose your job then perhaps, the job isn't for you. Perhaps, you'll thrive in some other field.”

MC nodded, truly considering what he said. He could be right. “And third?”

“Third,” Jake said, “Yes.”

“What?” MC looked at him, confused.

“Yes, I can steal money from banks.” He said it with a straight face that made MC laugh.

Jake smiled softly seeing her laugh. He hadn't liked the way she looked wan and tired when he entered the living room.

“Now, do you want to tell me what happened or do you want to eat something first?” Jake asked.

“Both.” MC said. Jake didn't directly solve her problem but he gave her the strength to solve it herself. She wasn't going to let Mike lie and if they fired her, she'd move on. “But first,” MC said as she leaned down to kiss him.

A tenderness wafted between them. The slow pace of the kiss was like another reassurance for MC. She wrapped her hands around his neck. Jake titled his neck, drawing her body closer to him with his hands.

Slowly, they ended the kiss. But neither of them let go. They held each other quietly, feeling each other's warmth and increasing heart rate. MC's face buried in his neck as Jake caressed her hair and back with his hands. Slowly, they pulled away. Jake scanned her face for a final time before carrying her to the kitchen island as she sat down, venting about her bad day and he cooked her delicious food, listening to her.

“Do you want me to hack into this blond man's phone?”

MC laughed. “No, I'm gonna solve this one without any hacker intervention.”

But she knew she couldn't live a happy life without this hacker's intervention.

[sorcerous-caress]

Hell yeah I'm back, crushed my exams, now I have more time to think about everyone's favorite loser elf 💜💜

Your post a couple days back about posting homemade porn to the xhuman forum really got me thinking

What if one day you showed up at your loser elf's house in traditional elvish clothing?

You shrug and casually mention that you bought it at a market the other day because it reminded you of him, but he's only barely registering your words.

His eyes rake over your body from head to toe and then back up again, staring unashamed at how the light, airy fabric dances around your arms and legs. He can't stop staring at how perfectly the garment hugs your body, and since humans are more supple and rounded than elves, the fabric bunches up just so on your hips, accentuating your curves and making heat rise to his face, the tips of his ears going red as you notice the visible tent in his pants.

You smile devilishly at him as you lead him towards his bed, all the while he's thinking about how the organic fabrics you're wearing would be very delicate and so easy to tear through.

You're fully aware of what seeing you in his traditional clothing would do to him, so of course you prepared accordingly. He's in for a lucky surprise when he finally gets your overclothes off to find that you picked up some elvish-inspired lingerie at the market as well.

(somewhat inspired by my realization while dressing up to go to an Indian holiday party, when I noticed that a salwar kameez and dupatta kinda reminded me of what I'd imagine elvish clothing to look like)

Good job on finishing your exams, please make sure to rest.

I really like the idea of human reader trying to learn more about elf culture for their cute loser high elf

And yes, I imagine elvish clothes to be inspired by South Asian, Middle Eastern, and anciest Greek clothes.

Instead of reader buying it randomly, what if you've put research into it? Read about elf culture and found the perfect attire to wear.

Maybe it's something only newly wedded spouces wear for each other, or maybe it is a honeymoon phase kind of outfit. Elvish clothes are airy by nature, but this one you've found is more head-turning than the rest.

Almost like it was made out of large flower petals that hug your body just right with their vibrant colours. Wrapping your hips with two petals that conjoin in the middle, their pointy tips barely covering the insides of your thighs. Each petal trailing up your body and leaving small windows of bare flesh, the outfit is on the shorter side with no shoulders or neck, just going from your hips to your chest in a colourful chain of petals.

Or maybe a translucent outfit that shimmers and brims with life magic, a dark hue that matches the night sky. Various stars in shapes and sizes swimming on the print and gently swaying from place to place with every step you take. Your skin and curves are extremely visible underneath it. It's made out of one large and very long cloth that you have to wrap around yourself to from multiple layers and give it a shape. The material is so thin that the outfit never gets thicker than human clothes no matter how many you layer.

Or it's a long pure white silk with gold leaves trim, much like an outfit a greek god would wear. The silk is akin to a second skin as even the shape of your bare stomach is visible from underneath it. There's an almost invisible pattern wooven into the silk with the occasional glimmering sparks.

Whichever it was, one thing was clear when your outfit finally arrived. It's that this was never made for a human like body.

It's your size but longer than usual, it's too tight in certain places. You can't even wear anything underneath it because it wouldn't fit then. The shape of your chest is fully on display, the way the supposed airy outfit completely hugs your figure like a glove.

Your hips and thighs being squeezed so deliciously by the fabric. The material feeling almost strange on top of a human's soft skin, elves generally have tighter skin that's not as sensitive as the humans.

How each outfit is made out of various pieces and parts you have to put together to complete the picture. Unlike humanity's preference for compact clothes that are easy to wear or come as whole pieces, elves prefer complexity and a single shirt can have up to 13 steps to put on.

There aren't any buttons or seams or zippers. It's whole pieces that are held together by either magic or jewellery. Everything from the top of your head to your ankles has a specific piece that is important to complete the outfit.

It takes a lot of effort and after so many different youtube tutorials, mostly in elvish which you couldn't understand and had to relay on visuals only, you get the hand of it.

Since it was a surprise, you decline his offer to pick you up when you send him a message saying you're coming over. Walking through the street and getting curious and confused looks from other humans on your outfit.

You passed by a couple of elves that did a doube take when they saw you, blatantly staring at your short ears then your clothes. They looked like they wanted to say something to you, one of them even walked up to you and opened their mouth.

But nothing came out, they just turned around and went back to their friend. Completely red in the face as they kept stealing glances at you while whispering in elvish to each other.

After finally making it and opening the front door with the spare key he gave you, you step inside.

Expecting you, he calls out your name with clear excitement in his voice before clearing his throat and trying to attempting to mask his excitement as he makes his way to you.

The second his eyes register what you're wearing, his mind short circuits. His eyes have to blink a couple of times as if it's a trick of the light or an illusion, complete disbelief at the fact you're actually real and standing in his doorway in these clothes.

Just like the elves from before, his mouth opens but nothing comes out.

Then he's immediately picking you up and pinning you to the door. Lips hungrily kissing yours as desperate whimpers escape him.

It's his feelings are too much for his body to handle, his hands keep switching form place to place as he can't decide where to touch you first, where to feel and grope you.

His fingers are shaking, his eyes still looking at you with disbelief as his lips refuse to let up, as if he'll run out of air without the taste of your mouth.

You feel his hardness against you. He barely pays it any attention as he continues to admire your body. Marvelling at the way the clothes cling to your skin, at the various jewellery and elven designs, on you, a human.

If only a man can die from happiness, then he'll die happily knowing your current image was the last thing he has seen.

Do you even understand the effect of your outfit on him, little human? Do you even know what it represents? For all you know, you could've been walking outside with the equivalent of elven lingerie or a nightie.

He's calling you various endearing names in his original tongue, from endearing titles to ones exclusive to married souls. He seems in a haze as he urges you towards the bedroom, eyes pleading and knees weak as he struggles to switch betwern kissing you and pulling away to talk.

[asterjennifer]

Hi, I really like what you write, thank you 🧡. Can I request Jumin forgetting MC's birthday but she's taking it good ( not sad or angry,...). Sorry for my English. Thank you

🎀 Aw, of course you can, sunshine! 🎀

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Busy Days

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Pairing: Jumin x Reader

Category: Fluff

Warnings: X

Word count: 1892

Summary: Given his schedule is filled to the brim; you don't take it personally once he seems to have forgotten your birthday.

He makes up for it later on, though.

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Jumin liked to hide away any misfortune, especially at the morning as to both not overwhelm and ruin your mood. This man owned a good, trained poker face. However, it's more obvious than ever that today he's stressed out with everything.

Despite numerous tries to remind him about something certain that's taking place today, he'd been urging left and right. Pushing his paperwork into the bag while doing his tie simultaneously. You couldn't help but smirk after leaning against the frame of the bedroom door.

“Are you sure you haven't forgotten something, honey?” Your voice teased him slightly; dark blue, almost grey eyes snapped up from underneath the eyelashes for a second.

He sighed and ran his hand through the black hair. Thanks to the enormous window replacing the wall he looked somewhat enlightened, you adored whenever the sun's shining warm colors down onto the man painted in cool ones. Yet his heart fit the sun best, you thought.

He then flipped his phone open to ensure he'd seen all messages. “Yes, I'm confident I gathered my needed working materials.” You hid the smile behind your finger.

Jumin walked up to you, towering above your shape and perhaps it's been quite uncomfortable when first meeting him; now it's just simple comfort for you. He rose his hand to your forehead, brushed the hair that's in the way and left a kiss to your warm skin.

It tickled, making you giggle. “It will take around five hours until I return, I'm sorry. I promise I will be there for our dinner.” His apology's filled with surface lingering annoyance towards his schedule.

Since he didn't want to leave in the first place, either. You nodded and showed a small pout to him once your hands came around his suit. “You still forgot something.”

The way he frowned looked overly adorable. Before he's able to part his lips his phone rang with Assistant Kang's nummer shining on the display. He sighed sharp as he passed by your shape.

“I'm sorry, my love. I have to leave. Please remind me another time.” And with that he'd been forced to run out of the apartment.

With your hands on your hips, you shook your head in defeat. You're aware it's not his intention to forget; on the contrary, Jumin loved spoiling the living soul out of you. And the two of you kept an close eye on each other's important dates, the birthdays, for example. They needed to be celebrated well with lots of fun.

The last one had been very comfortable, how you both took days off at a spa and woke up with breakfast in bed. You played with the strands of your hair a second longer while the thoughts ran through your head. Perhaps you should leave him a message instead.

Your own birthday had become a celebration you looked forward to and that all thanks to your lover. Jumin went out of his way every year, making you the happiest woman alive with brand new gift ideas and trips every time. It's cute how he broke his head over the next one by the current celebration, even.

Elly jumped onto the sofa in the living room; her bright blue eyes round as she eyed your face in something that resembled serene. “Are you wishing me a good birthday instead?”

You chimed to her playfully when taking your phone from the table, the cat meowed loud and the sound had you chuckle. After picking the words you opened the messenger to text your husband the one thing he'd forgotten by all the stress.

» You: Love, you will return tonight so we can celebrate my birthday in the pool, right?

Lastly you added a cat emoji before sending him the message. To your surprise; no answer came in for the entire rest of the day. You'd been around the place and every thinkable face wished you a beautiful birthday by their own wamrth.

You went to the chef to let them teach you a cake recipe as they decided spontaneously to make one for you, gifted with your helping hand as secret ingredient. It'd been a good passing time to try baking with them; the taste a compete success.

Strolling through the Villa had you a tad more exhausted as the hours passed by. At some point you sat down at the bed to stretch your body. A nap couldn't hurt, you thought to yourself while checking our phone. But just like before; no new message from him.

Although others had the chatroom open, you decided to lay down and join them in. The way Saeoyung pretended to sing there with Zen complaining that Jumin's not around had your mood lifted some more, Yoosung's picture of a balloon in your favorite shape had been the cherry on top.

Finishing the talk you placed the phone onto the nightstand while a yawn escaping your lips. Seemed you'd been more drained from walking than first suspected. Therefore you cuddled yourself deep under the blankets to get some rest.

Yet as soon as you've woken up from the blurry dreams you were in; it's a hand on your shoulder which took a moment to realize at all. Warm as always with every stroke over your skin. “My love, wake.”

The voice of Jumin's softer than usually as it called out for your attention. You turned around, hair tickling your facial features before your stroked some of them away. He sat in his suit still. Black strands close to cover the eyes filled with a certain glimmer you're unable to identify.

His pure presence a little suppressed by the strict wrinkles on his forehead. “Jumin..?” You asked sleepy, his hand running down to cup your cheek.

“I apologize, (N)...” He began out of the blue. “You kept hinting towards your birthday and I didn't acknowledge. I'm very sorry for forgetting.” It made you smile.

This man would be the death of you one day by how cute he's able to behave. You sat up, rubbing the sleep out of your eye. “It's okay, don't worry too much!” You giggled the words considering you meant them wholeheartedly.

He parted his lips, however, you were quicker pressing your finger over them. “I don't mind, Jumin.. It can happen, okay? You've been stressed.”

It's not his fault by all the work; you'd be the last holding it against him. Jumin's face relaxed only so much, now you noticed the gift sitting patiently on his lap. Wrapping paper of your favorite color with some very beautiful flowers you didn't knew the name of. He then placed his hand onto it afterwards.

His greyish eyes suddenly lifted with something close to ecstatic. “Therefore, given I didn't realize by myself, I wanted to make up for that.” Your lover raised the present.

A hint of a smile underneath the poker face he's trying to keep for whatever reason. “Happy birthday, my love (N). I love you and I am grateful to be with you for another celebration of your birth.”

Feeling your cheeks flame by the affection, your eyes darted back down to the gift soon enough. Once he nodded as premission your curiosity won the upper hand for you to carefully rid the wrapping paper. Knowing this man, he probably packed it up by himself after coming home.

With the fingers taking the lid off, you found a few things. Cute looking plushie so, so soft inside your palms. One of your favorite artists works with the sign in the corner. It made you gasp out in shock.

“No way!” That's when Jumin lost the professional composure and couldn't resist a smile.

He waved his hand for you to continue; not even giving you much time admiring the piece of art made by hand. So very well done and detailed to the base. You rolled your eyes amused and found something like flyers on the bottom.

Another quick gaze shot to him and you took them out, reading what they said. They're tickets, that's the first thing coming to your mind. Thus the place they're for almost didn't surprise you. But only almost.

You stared down at the one name of the location; the one place you'd been dying to show Jumin ever since meeting him for the first time in the chatroom. These were both tickets to your very own country.

“What...” The breath left your lungs altogether; having the CEO take the tickets into his own hands on both ends. A slight blush on his cheeks, what a rare sight.

He then sighed. “I'm aware that you wanted to visit your family and hometown for a while, as well as show me..” He avoided your eyes by lowering his head.

“Of course we could've used a private helicopter or jet,” His smile widened while giving you a side look from the corner of his eyes, catching your jaw dropping.

It had him shake his head. “But I know you traveled to Korean normally. So I want to recreate that memory and take on a flight with you in the familiar way.”

Silence followed the intentions he openly admitted. Tears formed in the corners of your eyes, that's how touched you felt by his consideration. So very humble despite all the money in the world; wanting to experience your first frightening flight to Korean for the sake of your career.

And now your lover's the person taking you back home? What a gift that was. Probably one of the, if not the most amazing you'd ever gotten in your life. Jumin escaped a silent gasp when you're urging forward with strength in your arms.

They fell around his neck, the smell of his perfume so safely hugging you back before he's acting on a single move. Your smile hurt when it reached your cheeks all the way up, heart behind your chest beating like it's about to jump out and run.

“I love you!” Your rough tone set the man on the edge of your bed into motion; two strong arms coming around and holding you tight. “I love you so much, thank you..!”

You sniffed into his shoulder, hearing him huff at your reaction. “It was the least I could've prepared to make up for it.” He rubbed over your back in circles.

The position wasn't the most comfortable, you decided to sit down in his lap for a while and calm your racing pulse down. Jumin kept his touch on your body in a soft manner, leaving a kiss to your cheek after some moments went by.

Finally you found your voice, leaning your cheek to his shoulder for comfort. “Do you want a piece of cake?” You changed the subject. “Me and the Chief did one earlier.”

Jumin stopped stroking your back for a second, trying to see more of your face. The confused look on it forced a wheeze out of you. “You baked yourself the cake?” He sounded quite buffed.

You nodded, going even as you kissed his cheek. “Hmh, it turned out great. You wanna try it?”

Hearing your pure happiness helped Jumin let loose of the remaining tension inside his body, nodding his head. “I suppose this is a different kind of birthday for you. But I would never say no to your pastry, my love.”

[inkrabbit]

... this was supposed to be cute but.... whoopsies

It wasn't uncommon for Silvanus to stay up well into the early morning. A nasty habit as he lit his cigarette, letting it hang from his mouth as he worked in Nihil's office. He kept the window open, reveling in the soft breeze as he sorted through the old paperwork. Documents, contracts, things he didn't care to read through, but he tried to glance around the edges, looking for any page numbers. When he would find them, he would put them back in order, tapping the edges on the desk to make sure the documents were all lined up before setting them down. 

The sound of the handle turning made him stop, watching the door intently. No one should've been up. He sets the documents down, taking the cigarette from his mouth and setting it in the ashtray. Rounding the desk, he starts for the door, open to stop when it slowly pushes open. The smell of daffodils hits him and he's quick enough to will his ghoulish features away.

“Primo.” Silvanus keeps his voice soft, seeing how the child pushes open the door with a soft huff. His blonde hair is tussled as he rubs at his mismatched eyes. “What are you doing awake, quello piccolo? You should be in bed.”

“I got lost,” he mumbles, staring up at the ghoul. “I just wanted to get some water, but I can't find my way back to my room.” He looks around the office. “Where's Papa?”

Silvanus grumbles to himself softly. Primo was not only the first Emeritus child, but the first child, in general, to be born into the ministry. Because of him, new rules had to be put into place: always wear your mask, never let him see your ghoul form, never be around him without supervision. 

“Asleep. Like you should be.” He takes a few steps forward, kneeling down so he's in front of the child.

“Can you take me back to my room?” And how could he say no to that? He gives him a nod, scooping him up when Primo holds his arms out and letting him sit on his hip. He takes a second to stub out his cigarette, smiling when he sees the way the child scrunches his face up.

“It stinks.” Silvanus gives him another nod.

“Very nasty habit,” he tells him as he makes his way out of the office. “Something you'll never get into, right?”

“Right!” There's a prideful smile on his face, but it slowly fades to confusion the longer he looks at Silvanus. “You're not wearing your mask.”

“Very observant of you, quello piccolo.”

“Do you not like it?” Silvanus lets out a soft hum. His mask wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world but, in a way, it did bring him a sense of security when he felt overwhelmed.

“Sometimes. But sometimes it's hard to see through.” He gives Primo a small smile. “It's best to see properly when you're sorting documents.”

“So you know you're doing a good job?”

“Exactly. You always want to make sure you have everything in order.”

“Is that why you guys always organize for Papa?”

“It is.” He lets out a small laugh. “It's also so we don't have to listen to him complain when he can't find anything.” 

They walk in silence for a bit, Silvanus' shoes softly echoing throughout the empty halls. They're not far from Primo's room now.

“Do you like Papa?” The question catches him off guard and, for a moment, he stops walking as he lets a bewildered expression cross his face.

“Why... do you ask?” 

“I never get to see him.” Primo pouts a bit. “Does he not like me?”

“Oh... no. Primo, no. It's not that.” He gives him a smile, bringing a hand up to gently stroke his cheek. “Your father is just a very busy man. He's trying his best, but sometimes work can take up a bunch of his time.”

“Are you sure?”

“I'm positive.” He finally opens the door to the child's room, flicking on the light. He crosses over, pulling the covers back and gently setting Primo down on the bed. When the child finally lays down, Silvanus tucks him in. 

“No more wandering around, okay?” He strokes his hand through his blonde hair. “You need your rest.”

“Okay.” He turns and makes his way for the door, hand over the light switch before Primo calls out to him again. “Silvanus?” The ghoul turns, patiently waiting. “Will you... always be here?”

“Of course, Primo-”

“I mean to help me.” There's a beat of silence. “I... feel like I can't always rely on Papa like I can with you.”

He smiles. “I'll always be here for you, Primo. No matter what.”

He doesn't know how long he's been here, sitting on the pew with his tail wrapped around him in some pathetic attempt at comfort. There are times when he'll calm down, his breathing evening out before he falls back into another fit of sobs. 

Primo's casket is open before him, the man dressed up in his robes and papal makeup. Once before, Silvanus would've been ecstatic and proud to see him all done up. But to see him laying so motionless and cold... he couldn't stand it. His heart aches as he chokes on another sob, his hands covering his face as his body trembles. His cheeks are stained with his tears that he's tried to wipe away countless times, only to have them wet again. 

When he feels like he has enough strength in his legs, he forces himself back up, walking over to the casket. He breathes heavily, trying to keep himself steady as he reaches out, resting a hand on Primo's shoulder. 

“Addio, quello piccolo,” he whimpers out. “Mi mancherai.”

He pulls at the silver chain hanging from his neck, setting the upside-down cross right next to the man as he leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. He brings his hand up, stroking his knuckles across Primo's cheek one last time before he finally moves back. Even though he's still letting out soft, pathetic sobs, he can't stay here anymore. No amount of crying would bring any of the brothers back. 

[invisibleraven]

Here, let me carry you-- Sweet Tarts

Carrie tapped her foot impatiently, glancing at her watch and sighed in an annoyed fashion. This is why she hated relying on Uber for rides, she was never sure if she was gonna get a creep, or worse, ghosted like she was sure she was being right now.

This was why she desperately needed her licence back. Look it wasn't her fault that those lights all happened to turn red just as she went through them okay? It just seemed to be her luck to always run them, and the judge was less than understanding after it happened a few dozen times.

So for now she was standing outside her hotel, ready to just give in and call a taxi when an ancient looking truck pulled up in front of her. The window rolled down and an admittedly cute guy looked out, lowering his shades to peer at her. "You Carrie?'

"You're late," she answered in reply, opening the door and tossing her bags in the backseat.

"Can't be helped doll, traffic lets up for no man. Plus every toll in town is out to get me I swear. Sorry for the tardiness though. Now, where am I taking you?" he said as she secured her seatbelt.

Carrie spat out the address and then stared out the window stubbornly, arms crossed as the scenery flew by. Her driver (the app said his name was Reggie) hummed along to the country station playing on the radio, oblivious to her foul mood.

It wasn't his fault really. Sure, he had been late, and that hadn't helped, but Carrie was grumpy to begin with. The conference had been tedious and unnecessary to her, but her boss told her to go, even put her up in a nicer room, and promised her a promotion next quarter, so she went. Now all she wanted was to go home to her own bed and chill in front of her television for the rest of the day.

"So are you the chatty type or the sit in awkward silence for the duration of the ride type?" Reggie asked as they pulled onto the highway. "Personally I prefer to talk, but I draw the line at car games. Did one stint with a family and I swear I never wanna hear the words I Spy again after that."

"Silence please," Carrie begged. "My head is pounding and the heat isn't helping. Why do you even own a vehicle without AC here?"

"Sorry, Old Betsy's coolant is a little low. When we make a put stop I'll top her up," Reggie offered in explanation. "I usually have a sensible wagon for this, but she's in the shop getting detailed and this ride is helping pay for it."

He reached into the back then, pulling out a bottle of water and offered it to her. "There's Advil in the glove box if you want it. Boy Scout and all."

"Something tells me you were never a Scout," Carrie snarked as she cracked open the bottle, letting the tepid water soothe the parched nature of her throat before rooting around to find the pills, tossing them back as well.

"Guilty, but it still never hurts."

They drove a while longer in silence, save the low sounds of the radio, and Carrie finally felt some of the pressure surrounding her skull start to abate. "Thanks," she whispered. "For the water and the pills. They seem to be helping."

"All part of the Reggie package," he replied, lowering his sunglasses to send her a wink before directing his eyes back to the road. Only the truck seemed to be slowing, and he screwed up his face as his foot pressed down harder on the gas.

No dice, and the truck was going a mere crawl. "I have to pull over," Reggie said, easing her onto the shoulder, the engine giving a weak cough as he applied the brake. Carrie threw her head back and groaned as Reggie went to take a look.

"God what else can go wrong?" she said.

"Bad news I'm afraid," Reggie said as he rounded the cab again. "We're overheated and it dried up my oil."

"I had to ask didn't I?" Carrie muttered to herself.

"No worries, it's a small hike to the nearest pit stop, I can jaunt on over and get her filled. You can come with or stay here."

Carrie was about to reply she would just call for another car, but of course her phone was near dead with no reception. She didn't exactly relish either option, but maybe the walk would do her good. Or lead her to a working phone. She grabbed her bag and hopped out of the truck, then thought better of it, grabbing another bottle of water from the back before Reggie locked up the truck.

"Let's go."

It wasn't long before Carrie really regretted her decision. Her shoes were not the best choice for a trek and with the sun beating down, her sensible business attire felt sweltering. "How much farther is this rest stop?" she asked.

"Probably another fifteen minutes?" Reggie replied, wiping his brow with a handkerchief he had fetched from his back pocket. "But once I get what we need there you can stay while I hoof it back to Betsy."

Carrie almost levelled him with a glare when her foot caught on a rock, making a sharp pain echo from her ankle as it twisted. She hissed and dropped, swearing under her breath as it already started to bruise.

"Fuck my life," she said, glancing up at the sky.

"Come on, I'll help you," Reggie said, looping an arm under her to help her up. "You think you can hobble?"

Carrie tried putting weight on her foot and immediately shrieked in pain. "That's a no."

"Here," Reggie said, "Let me carry you."

"Wait?"

"I can carry you," he repeated. "You want piggy back or bridal style?"

"You just said it was another fifteen minutes!" Carrie protested. "You can't carry me that far!"

"I'm stronger than I look," Reggie replied. "Come on, I can't leave you here and I doubt we're anywhere my phone will get bars t call for an ambulance. So?'

"Piggy back," Carrie grumbled, hefting herself onto Reggie. He lifted her and her bag with ease, trotting down the road.

He was warm, and a tiny bit sweaty, but Carrie found that he could lift her, and didn't seem to be straining. He was making sure not to jostle her ankle more than needed and even offered her his shades if she wanted them.

"I'm good," she replied quietly. "Do you want some water?"

Reggie shook his head and kept going. "I'm fine doll, no worries. We're almost there." He nodded to where Carrie could see the sign for the rest stop shining ahead like a beacon.

Finally their oasis was in sight.

Thankfully they made it there, with Reggie setting her down on the bench outside, collapsing next to her and taking the offered water, downing half of it and pouring more over his face. Carrie sucked in a breath as the droplets caught in his hair, on his eyelashes, and his eyes opened to reveal a startling green colour, the redness of his face highlighting golden freckles.

"I'll be right back. You want me to help you in? Get you anything?"

"A Diet Coke?"

"Comin' right up."

Carrie slumped back on the bench, taking out her phone. Three bars. But then, instead of calling for another ride, she put it back, Lifted her foot onto the bench and grinned when Reggie came back out with her drink and an ice pack.

"Owner offered me this. He's going to have his employee drive me to the truck and I'll be back in a jiff. Unless you wanna call for someone else?' Reggie asked, his fingers playing with each other as he avoided her eyes. "I would totally understand if you did."

"I'll be here waiting," Carrie replied, sipping at her drink.

Reggie beamed, and took off, promising that he would be right back, and the owner was right there if she needed anything. Carrie waved him off, and sat back on the bench, humming.

It was only after he pulled out of sight did she pull out her phone again and opened the Uber app. Making sure to give Reggie's service five stars.

[extrasweetcoffee]

Just got the Heartslabyul manga. I'm pogged~ Gonna ramble about it. (spoilers under the cut)

The manga is doing a stellar job of endearing me to this version of Grim. Like I love this gremlin cat already whereas in the game I was eh about Grim until chapter 4 (and arguably still on the fence about him)

I think the manga trims the fat of the prologue nicely. It’s so refreshing to not have to go through the chandelier and the ghost fight this time around.

Though at the same time they skipped great bits like Deuce throwing Ace and Grim working with MC at Ramshackle.

Ruining the Great Seven statues is treated with greater severity here; worthy of expulsion rather than the window washing in game. On one hand I'm thinking that's overkill when they have magic to clean it anyway whereas you can't easily replace a valuable magestone. But then again everyone stopped to mourn the statues when they were knocked over on Halloween so maybe it's not too out there of a punishment(?) This is an abridged version of the prologue so I guess my expectations are more generous. Catch me on another day and I'll probably think something different.

It’s super cute how Ace and Deuce are already acquainted and on their BS in this retelling. "stop following me >:(" "I'm going to class, idiot >:(" It's great.

They kept the Juice joke, I'm happy.

Riddle plays a bigger part, most certainly because this is about Heartslabyul, but damn he’s serving.

That shoujo as hell shot where Riddle gets tackled to the floor lmaoooo I wouldn't be surprised if people started shipping Riddle and Yuken.

There’s a few funny faces here I’m dying lol look at that scuffed Trey.

Kalim didn’t get burned in this one. Good for him. :D

The way Azul is drawn, he looks like a wine-drinking aunt. I mean, he always does, but the vibes are a lot stronger.

Boy's def got a longer face than his in-game appearance. He looks older in a sense.

Look at Kalim eagerly watching the events awwww.

It’s neat to see how the mirror hall is supposed to look. I'd always thought it was just a big round room, but here its layout is similar to a church. Makes sense because of the coffin motif.

Idia wearing his robes even in his room is a nice touch (calling back to his ceremonial robes vignette)

Yuken is hella huge holy shit. I heard he was built but seeing it in person is something else lol

IDT they mentioned Malleus by name at all like the game prologue did (and Lilia didn’t appear either). So you see the panels of him earlier in the book and like oooh whos' that???

Overall the housewardens presence at the ceremony is less pronounced. Vil and Idia only said like one line each lol I kinda forgot they were there. I guess that's the trade-off for having Cater and Trey being introduced this early.

Crowley: "You're the protagonist." Yuken: "I got kendo, dawg. No I ain't".

Yuken is such a based protagonist I love him. Just happily rooms with ghosts and accept the janitor job like it’s nothing.

I like how they gave that one dude his own character card in the beginning as if it was going to mean anything. Nice subversion lol

I wonder how confusing it would be to find this manga on a bookshelf or online with no prior knowledge of TWST, looking it up and learning it’s a whole ass gacha game that’s currently on its 7th chapter (chapter 6 for the localized versions) and there’s a bunch of side stories and stuff. Because the book doesn’t say anything like “adapted from the game of the same title” or something.

Ok, they kinda do, but it’s in the blurb by the storyboard artist.

Deuce is great, I don't remember if he took this much initiative in the game (then again, it's been a year since I went through the prologue).

Ace is also less of a lil' shit in this version. He's pretty chill all things considered.

Yuken’s just carrying Deuce like a bag of flour lol

Holy shit Riddle’s here. CANON DIVERSION MY BELOVED. Oh and Trey and Cater are there too lol

YOU FUCKERS MISSED GLEE CLUB PRACTICE. You're gonna lose at nationals.

Dawg, who's the narc that told Riddle about the hedgehog sneezing? Like bro could've said nothing and saved everyone the headache.

Cater and Trey look hella good in this panel at least.

Hell yeah model sheets.

Yana Toboso drew Yuken’s character sheet. That's neat.

[enhasfever]

𝐹𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑅 - 𝐿.𝐻𝑆

➪ pairing: heeseung x gn!reader

➪ genre(s): fluff

➪ tw: none

➪ wc: 740

➪ in which you come down with a fever...baby fever, that is.

➪ a/n: reposting this again bc it wouldn't show up in the tags and it took me a whole day to realize it. c': love that for me </3

a wistful sigh left your smiling lips as you gazed out of the large glass window to your left. a warm drink heated the paper cup perched between your hands and left a pleasant buzz of warmth spreading over your skin. across the café table from you sat your boyfriend who looked at you with the same starry-eyed look you had been giving to the small children playing across the street at the local park. it was small with minimal amount of play equipment which often left the small ones to use their imaginations and find other things to play with when swinging for half an hour became boring.

you watched as handfuls of dried autumn leaves rained down on the tiny children after they had tossed the colorful bunches above their heads, joyful shrieks of laughter undoubtedly emitting from their brightly smiling faces. an unexplainable feeling of happiness spread through your chest at the precious sight which slowly but surely turned into a feeling of longing. you couldn't help but imagine your own children playing in that very park some day in the future and watching them throw leaves in the air. hopefully, you decided, in the best of circumstances, you'd get to enjoy that future memory with the man sitting in the booth across from you.

finally fixating your attention back on your boyfriend, you were met with the sight of his adoring gaze which prompted more warmth to spread to your cheeks. "hee," you gently nudged his leg under the table, "you're staring." a bashful smile graced your lips as the smile on heeseung's own face grew.

"how can i not?" he leaned forward, his elbows resting against the tabletop where his hands also cupped around a warm drink. "you're adorable when you're trying to send me subliminal messages."

a small snort of laughter tumbled from your lips as you raised your drink from the table to take a sip. "i'm not trying to send you anything," you denied with an adamant shake of your head, though the telling twinkle of hope in your eye proved you otherwise. "i'm simply admiring the scenery outside."

your attention was swiftly taken once more as a woman hobbled over to the table across the aisle from the one you and heeseung occupied, a heavy infant carrier hanging from one of her arms. you tried your best to not stare as she sat her pastry and drink down on the table before shrugging her sweater off, then began to remove her baby from the carrier. heeseung watched your eyes light up at the sight of the infant and nudged your leg under the table just as you had done to him moments prior.

"do you want one?" heeseung quirked an amused eyebrow at the way your head snapped in his direction faster than he could blink.

you felt your breath slightly hitch in your throat, your eyes growing round with shock. the beat of your heart quickened at the thought of having a tiny human of your own and getting to share the joys of it with your boyfriend. shifting anxiously in your seat, you cleared your throat and spared another look in the baby's direction. "want what?" you feigned cluelessness as your eyes met his once more, capturing your bottom lip between your teeth to keep from smiling giddily.

heeseung, however, didn't care to hold back his show of happiness as his eyes creased up into cute crescent moons. "the muffin she's got, i saw you looking at it. do you want one?" he snickered at the way your excitement immediately morphed into annoyance as you once again nudged his leg under the table, this time perhaps a bit more harshly. sitting back comfortably in the booth, heeseung lifted his drink to his lips and took a long sip before settling his gaze back on your pouting face. "we'll have some one day, i promise."

somehow, you knew he was no longer teasing you about the muffin, and the promise ignited the feelings of warmth and excitement to bloom in your chest once more. you stretched your hand across the table with your pinky held out expectantly and heeseung was quick to link his pinky around yours in a childlike seal of his promise to you. your hand was then lifted to his lips where a loving kiss was pressed to the back of your palm.

some day, he promised.

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[prelovednikaidou]

corrupt; draken, ken ryuguji [01]

Summary:

In which you met the man of your past, but he didn't come back to remind you of the bitter break-up. Draken had one thing in mind and it was to never let you leave his side ever again. Distance made the heart grow fonder but he'd rather let you spend the rest of your life hating him if it meant you'd never leave his sight.

"I don't wish you well when you ain't with me, I want you crying."

Warning:

mention of suicide, oral receiving (reader),

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Word count: 2.1k

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[01: jealousy]

Draken wanted to take you away.

The curves of your spine, flowing down to the slope of your well-rounded bottom flesh, he watched the symmetrical dimple right above your butt - mocking him that those precious intimate spots were no longer his possession to own.

It wasn't only him who shared the same thought; everyone in this crowded room had their eyes glued on you. As if you were holding those guests captive, you felt immense pressure on your feet and thighs, quivered before you wrapped your leg around the shining pole.

Spinning, spinning, spinning.

Those blinding lights showered your sweating figure in all fairness, the sound of Abel's voice had long dimmed down, it meant that your show was done. It was silent in a minute,

lifting your face - your lips curled into a hunting smile and the room soared with cheers, crumpled money tossed across the stage, but your sense of content was suppressed by the overwhelming tension.

A pair of black pupils were starring at you - pinning you to where you stood. He was among the crowd, all in his glory without care but you. You felt something burst inside your chest, unable to tear your focus from him.

This longing for him is toxic.

Flashes of memories where those sober eyes bore into yours when he pumped his fat cock into your tight cunt until his thick cum over spilled, the same eyes that once shone with so much love but turned cold.

"Dollface!"

A shout from backstage startled you from your daze, another coworker came up and escorted you down, assisting you to take off the painful high heels.

"What's with you?" She threw a curious stare your way.

You still couldn't wrap your mind. He was there. Flesh and soul, presented in front of you. It was a brief eye contact but it was enough. Enough to tell you that he was coming back for you.

It had been years since the two of you chose to split up, making your paths without each other's companion.

"I, I've got to go. I forgot that I locked the windows, my cat's probably waiting for me. He's been out for 3 days so he's starving I think. Y'all can continue without me,"

You stood but your knees turned weak at the sudden arrival of him, standing by the door. A few steps taken back, you lost all rationality to stay calm because your heart thumped loudly.

Standing tall on his 6' ft, athletic and young Draken was nowhere to be seen but replaced - with a mature adult man that induced everything he carried into lust.

The robust body looked incredibly fit, lean, and you could see the strong outlines of his defined chest and abdominal muscles from the black shirt. If it was years ago, those leather jackets wouldn't suit him - he'd look like those up-start wannabe gangsters.

But it was different now. It clung to his broad shoulders perfectly, he wasn't as cheap as those local pranksters. The dark jeans also did little job in hiding his long legs. He was indeed a member of a gang; eerie and cruel - but he had never look this good that you want to fuck.

Draken's presence was enough to brush away every man in the room that you belonged to him. Your little admirers couldn't even look at him in the eyes, let alone make up a fight.

They left with a strong sense of defeat; no wonder you never once accept any confessions, turned out you have such a man waiting.

"Why is he here? This area is off-limits. Only staff is allowed. Naoki, guide him out." You forced yourself to mutter those words, uncaring to look at him with your back facing him.

Naoki sighed, this man literally slipped $750 under the table just to meet you. Those incompetent flies who claimed to love you didn't even spare this much effort. She only signaled him to step in before she whispered to you,

"Remember the guy I told you? The one that booked a whole session for your private room? He's that guy. It's just that he arrived a little early than the arranged meeting but it'll be great if you can build a connection with him."

You glared back, "Then send him back. We still have a week before that, right? I'm tired. I can't keep up with this," You pushed off her hand from your shoulder, began to take off your wig. His eyes were still the same; always undressing you naked.

Naoki could only grit her teeth, the money already landed in her pocket. What if he asked it back? She can't let such a great deal slip so she greeted him,

"She's a bit tired from the recent show. How about we push this to tomorrow? She's got free time on her hand to rest too." At least, this would do, right?

"If I have so much time on my hands, I wouldn't have come a week early. So you guess it yourself." His voice has changed too. It was an octave lower, you immediately rubbed your thighs together before you waved a hand.

"Haaa... leave us, Naoki. But I need you to go to my house. I wasn't joking about what I said earlier."

Naoki hurriedly nodded, clutching to her pocket before her eyes warily darted from Draken to you. Is this a couple feud? She noted in her head that she'd help this guy soon in the future - who doesn't want easy money?

"Okay, I will. Sir...? Err.. hope you have a pleasant chat with Dollface. I will excuse myself then ." The hindrance in Draken's eyes finally left the room, the door closed in a thump and the subtle tension thickened.

He didn't say anything, only leaned his body by the door as he watched you wiped off your makeup. This was his morning view back when you were still wet behind ears about pole dancing. You'd come back at the crack of drawn and he'd already been out to his workshop.

"Dollface."

Stubborn like a little cat, your doe eyes didn't look up from your make-up bag and he could see through your act to be so busy. He loved how feisty you've become after years. It eased his heart that you could chase off those little shit.

"It suits you, [Y/N]. Face so pretty like a doll. Make one's heart itch to keep around. But I wonder why the name sounds so familiar."

"State your business. I'm heading home straight after this so don't expect a lap dance or something."

"Then that's the plan. I'll drive you home, eh?"

That damn 'eh'. He picked up your habit too well that the time he spent with you shaped him into copying your habit. It sounded cute but your heart still couldn't forgive him. Let him suffer a little.

"Don't need to. My boyfriend is great at doing his job. So do me a favor and let me rest quickly, how about that?"

Now, you were looking at him through the mirror. It was just too hard for you to muster yourself to face him directly. Draken didn't seem shaken. He stood straightly, you clenched your thighs tighter.

"Have I ever been quick in everything when I'm with you, [Y/N]?" His towering figure gawked over your smaller frame - casting his shadow over you as his sharp facial features caught your attention.

"Can't remember. Maybe? Because I said it just now almost like a reflex." You replied, not backing down but instead, squaring up to him that your ample breasts brushed against his torso.

His cologne didn't smell like the tacky, cheap body spray he used to own. This one smelled so expensive, alienated your memory of his familiar scent.

"Now you're getting older, your memory is getting rusty, dollface. Should I put on a play and see if you can call anything in mind?" You felt your breath became heavier but he didn't let you lose your focus yet.

Your chin was tugged upwards, the shadow of his cap cast upon his face and you remembered now; it was his eyes. Because he wasn't vocal about his feelings, you could understand everything from his eyes.

"You've grown softer, Draken. I almost threw up listening to you talk like this. What, are you changing jobs now? Don't tell me you went from a gangster to a con artist."

No, you were lying to yourself. Draken didn't change but improved. Change can be something bad but he never did anything that would bring him down. He just got better.

And it was true when the velvety touch on your beating pulse suddenly moved to your lips before he squished your cheeks in his hand.

"Fucking hot as hell but so damn annoying." He laughed, the light from his eyes never return, only replaced by a wicked glint.

He wanted to take you to his place, fuck you in his bed until you couldn't walk properly so he'd have more reasons to keep you at his place. He wanted to swallow you whole and he barely even started but why was it so damn hard to have you?

"Don't dare to think of anything nasty. You might not care about commitment in a relationship, but I do. So take your hands off me, Draken."

"Kenie. It's Kenie for you."

Your lips were so plump and wet, his other arm wrapped around your waist - hoisting you up to his body before he leaned by the dresser.

You shrieked when his scalding hot palm touched your naked back and as he untied the strings of your bra, he smiled at your face as he said,

"Do you think I'm going to believe that, dollface? Do you really think I don't know that this pussy hasn't been fucked well for months? I have eyes across this ward. You don't get to fool me."

Heat rose to your face, your small hands pushed on his shoulders, "You're still up in my business? Sounds like someone can't fucking move on."

He nodded, ripping off your lacey bralette and his big hands began to palm your heavy breast - carelessly rubbing your nipple with his thumb. You fought the urge to moan, you hold onto his shoulder for dear strength.

"You're right. I can't move on." Your breath hitched, he nuzzled his face to the column of your neck, inhaling so deep, and wrapped his arms tightly around your body. He missed you so much. So much that if you ran away again, he'd just kill himself.

"I fucked my fist thinking of you. I got this hard just by thinking of you. I'm not ashamed of it."

"That's your problem, Draken. I'm not you. I'm living my best life right now, and sorry that I can still cum just with my fingers."

"That's my girl," He pushed you until your back met the concrete wall, your eyes widened when he took off his cap and put it on you before he dropped to his knees.

"I am aware of your appetite, [Y/N]. You won't be happy with such a small meal. You always keep coming back to have your tight pussy stuffed. Even when we were living together, you couldn't stop begging my dick every night."

"What the hell are you talking about-" You pushed his forehead away from your private part, one hand covering your pussy but he gripped the side of your hips - bringing you straight to his mouth.

"I don't care if you use me as your favorite Cherry Twins. But don't deny that I made you cummed the hardest when I was in your life, dollface."

Your eyes became misty, his words just flew through your head - empty when his mouth latched on your clothed crotch, lapping on the small fabric that the nudge of his tongue probed on your budding clit.

Cherry Twins were the name he gave to your vibrators. Since he was always out when you were at home, he'd make you use them to your greedy cunt - even made a video call so he could jerk off in the public restroom.

You were wild, but he taught you to live even wilder.

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Sam Winchester: Thoughts

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Pairing: Sam W. x reader 

Pov: Sam 

Warnings: Fluff, Sam can hear the readers thoughts, Sam falling in love with the reader, Dean is here to help the plot

Summary: Sam gets cursed after the Dean, Y/n, and Sam hunt a witch. The next morning when he wakes up all he can hear is Y/n thoughts, and he’s slowly start to fall in love with her. 

A/N: Using @firefly-graphics Sam Winchester divider for this fic. This fic is sorta based on "What women want" with Mel Gibson. A good ol' Romantic Comedy.

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A witch hunt couldn't possibly go wrong, right? Especially with the Winchester boys.

"Look lady, sit down before I shoot," Dean shouted, causing Y/n to flinch. Just enough of a flinch that I would be having a conversation with Dean later about no yelling so much.

The witch sat down, but what nobody noticed she was casting a spell under her breath. Dean, Y/n, and I had huddled together trying to figure out what we were going to ask this damn witch.

My back facing the witch. Dean looking over my shoulder looking angrily at the lady. Y/n had her game face on. She sometimes followed us around like lost puppies, but damn was she a fucking awesome hunter.

Sometimes better than Dean and I put together.

When I say that she followed us around like lost puppies I mean she never said what she thought. Dean or I would come up with a plan and she never put input in. Just kinda did what she was told. Reminds me of a younger version of Dean and myself.

Working our asses off for John, all for it to be for nothing. A good little soldier and that was all we were to him.

In the end, Dean just ended up letting the witch go since she hadn't any information. We all pilled back into the impala for the drive back to the bunker.

Y/n fell asleep in the back seat curled into a ball and looking rather peaceful. "Y'know I was thinking lover boy that maybe she could stay permanently with us," Dean said referring to Y/n in the backseat.

I just rolled my eyes before turning to look out the window. The drive was shortened by the fact that at one point my eyes were open and scanning the passing environment.

And the next minute I was dreaming a nice dream. I had a family a beautiful wife standing on our front patio, and watching our daughter and I play with our puppy.

It was nice, it was peaceful. But when I was looking around my dream, I noticed that every face was blank. Well, there goes the normal dream.

The shaking of my body woke me up. "Yo, wake up. Get your shit and go the bed." Dean said, pushing me closer to the passenger side door.

Stumbling out, I walked groggily to the back of the impala and grabbed my bags. Slinging them over my shoulder, I saw Dean try to pull Y/n from the back.

"Sweetheart, we made it home." Dean whispering. His hands falling underneath her knees, carefully picking her up out of the impala. "Open the door would Ya, instead of just standing and staring," Dean said still whispering.

I ran over to the door opening it. "Dude get some sleep, I'll get Y/n settled in, kay," Dean said passing me. Shrugging my shoulders and yawning as I walked to my room.

Stripping down to my boxers I collapsed into bed, loving the coolness of my sheets. Within minutes of my head hitting the pillow, I was out like a light.

Dreaming wasn't something that always happened for me, not since I first started hunting with Dean. But those weren't dreams those were more like nightmares, of people that I couldn't save.

I fell back into the same dream as before, still no faces. But the woman I assumed was my wife as a familiar voice, our daughter was what seemed like she was tops five or six.

Cute little thing, long brown hair like my own, wearing a cute sundress that was blue with green flowers printed on it. ' Dear, are you guys ready for dinner?' the woman asked me. I tried to not stare at the fact that she had no face, so I just hummed. Picking up our daughter.

'Tank you for playing with me daddy!' my daughter said to me bringing her small hands and arms and hugging me around my neck. Besides having no faces everything else seemed normal, my wife's voice seemed all too familiar and it was honestly getting at me. Before I was able to ask her something I was pulled from my dreams.

Waking up was a bitch. My neck was sore, and so were my shoulders. Deciding that today I wouldn't take that mile run, I opted for staying in bed just a bit longer this morning.

Finally getting up when I smelled coffee being made in the kitchen. Grabbing a pair of sweats that were laying around, I slipped my slippers on and went to go get some coffee.

The first thing I saw when I walked in was Dean dancing along to his horrible 70s and 80s rock. Flipping pancakes and sizzling bacon. 'God, why'd he choose no shirt this morning' "Huh? Did you say something Y/n?" I asked her, looking at her for the first time since last night.

She had her hair up in a messy bun, wearing a flannel of Dean, and a baggy pair of shorts. "No, I didn't say anything, Sam," Y/n said pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose, continuing reading her book.

Okay Sam you have to admit that was odd and kinda creepy. Not that I mind being complimented, but still weird. "You gonna get your cup of coffee or just stand there looking like an idiot!" I heard Dean crack.

"No," I answered back grabbing a coffee cup that was next to the machine. 'Jeez Dean way to be an asshole towards Sam.' There it was again Y/n voice.

Turning around rather quickly which only hurt my neck even more. "Did you just say that?" I asked panic starting to overtake my body and instincts. y/n looked over at Dean, causing Dean to look over at me.

"Dude what are you going on about?" He asked me... eyes big I just waved his question off, "Never mind I think I must have hit my head last night." I said just wanting my morning coffee more than anything.

The rest of the morning went by fine. No hearing Y/n voice, but then again, she wasn't around for the rest of the morning. "I'm heading out to the shops; I need a new pair of jeans. If either one of you wanna head out with me that's fine too. If not that's okay too guys." Y/n said mostly talking and looking at me.

'Please come out with me Sammy' I heard. Ignore it, rolling my eyes before speaking again. "No, it's okay. Dean?" I spoke. "Nah, I'm fine dear. But thanks." Dean said using his signature wink.

As Y/n walked away I heard her voice again, 'Jesus Dean, stop with the nicknames, and the winking. Obviously, it's not working.' That was the last I heard the sentence.

Dean wants to be with Y/n. I don't, I can't see that going very well, Dean sees Y/n more as a sister than anything else. What does that mean it's not working?

Hours later Y/n came into the bunker carrying a few bags. "I thought you only needed a pair of jeans, Y/n?" Dean snarked. "I did, but you guys were running out of some things, so I grabbed some other shit." Y/n countered.

Well, I can't deny that Dean and Y/n do have a certain chemistry, one that she and I just don't have. "what did you get?" I asked moving the conversation along. "I umm... I got you guys some t-shirts, some more socks, and just something fun for both of you." She said shyly.

"That's great, thank you. Did you have an okay time?" I asked, 'No, Sam I didn't that's why I wanted you to go with me. So many gross old men hit on me.' I heard Y/n's face was only scrunched up for a few seconds.

"Yeah, I had a perfectly fine time. Really did enjoy the alone time." Y/n said winking at us. Dean just rolled his eyes and jumped up to go through the bags, but Y/n swatted his hands away.

Digging into the bag she pulled out pie for Dean and he took off with it like he was a squirrel. Y/n looked back over to me and then started to look through the other bags. "Here Sam. I didn't know if you already had this book, but I thought why not." She said, shrugging her shoulder in a cute sort of way.

"Here for a gift return, a Winchester hug, yeah?" I said laughing a little bit. "I don't see why not, I heard that they're hard to come by," Y/n said back rounding the table in an effort to get on a very one-sided hug.

I hadn't realized until recently how much shorter Y/n was compared to me. I could fully rest my chin on her head. 'God I could use this more often' I squeezed her in my arms. 'God, he smells so great' I heard again, she nuzzled her face into my chest. 'He gives much better hugs than Dean.' I heard.

Y/n was the one to let go of the hug, not me. I was starting to realize that it was in fact Y/n I was hearing just not the words coming out of her mouth, it was her thoughts.

That night I convinced Dean that I could make dinner. For the time I was at college and dating Jessica I had learned some good enough cooking skills. "Fine whatever you do just don't ruin my pans and pots!" Dean screamed from his bedroom as I walked away.

That night I cooked a shrimp alfredo, and chicken alfredo with noodles. Something simple but it was mostly all the food that we had left in the bunker kitchen.

"Dinners ready you two!" I hollered from the library, Dean running from the garage, and on the other side of me was Y/n walking down the hallway. 'Look at him, damn chiefs' apron' I looked down and saw that the apron said "kiss the cook" Damn Dean.

'I'd definitely kiss that cook.' I heard as she walked past me. I just followed her with my gaze, mouth slightly open. Hoping that it wouldn't fall straight to the floor.

"Well dig in. It won't kill you, Dean." Y/n said. Dean just put his hands up in defense it's not like he had said anything but we all know he was thinking it instead.

Dinner went by quickly, few words from any of us, and not many thoughts passing through Y/n's mind. Besides 'Damn, he's got skills, 'So much better than Dean would ever do' I snorted when I heard that thought. Dean looked over at me, "What's so funny Samuel?" He spoke.

I rolled my eyes, "It's Sam, Samuel sounds like an old fashion name" I said. "Nothing is wrong Dean." I finished. 'If nobody thought you guys were brothers, they should spend at least a few hours with you.' I heard.

"Can we not fight at the dinner table, please Dean," I asked. I was trying to lean into what Y/n was saying, or more thinking. By the end of dinner Dean had eaten another serving and was now on his second piece of apple pie and a glass of hard crown apple whiskey the Y/n had bought earlier that day.

"Good night you two love birds. Tweet tweet. I'm heading to bed." Dean said kissing Y/n's temple, and patting my shoulder he walked out of the library.

"I'm sorry about him, Y/n. He doesn't have a sensor." I said apologizing for my older brother. Y/n got up waving him off and grabbed the leftover dishware.

I followed behind her grabbing what she couldn't. "He's fine. He should know better, but he's okay Sammy." Y/n said. Not many people called me Sammy besides Dean and Y/n, but it always seemed sweeter coming out of her mouth.

Y/n started to wash dishes. "Can I ask you a question Y/n?" She hummed, so I continued on. "Why do you never say anything while we are on a hunt. You don't always have to follow out stupid ideas...." I said noticing that Y/n had now turned around and was facing me.

"Look I didn't mean it like that. I'm just saying that I'd like to know what you're thinking for a while. especially when we are on a hunt. Your opinions matter to me. I hope you know that." I said, crossing my arms across my chest.

'Shut up would Ya'. You don't know how much that means to me.' "I know that you can hear what I'm thinking." Well, that went south very quickly and my stupid facial expression doesn't help the situation. "How long have you known?" I asked.... We stood in silence beside the water in the sink running. "Since before dinner when I was thinking about kissing the amazing chef that made dinner. Because I would still kiss the chef." Y/n said. setting the plate down on the kitchen island.

'Do you want me to kiss you, Samuel?' She said in her thought. I hummed. Shaking my head, licking my lips in anticipation. 'Words Sammy Dear.' She thought. "Just come over here. If this is what happens when I can hear your thoughts, I may be okay with being cursed by a witch ever so often." I said before our lips crashed together.

Our kiss was short-lived when Y/n left mine. "What are you talking about the witch from last night's hunt?" I shook my head. "We need to go get that witch, kill her, get her to remove the curse. Whatever, because as much as it's cute somethings a girl wants to keep to herself." Y/n said, coming back up to my lips and pecking them.

"You're gonna be the death of me," I said, before following her over to the sink to help wash dishes. I think I might have fallen in love with you Y/n. I thought.

"Hey... I heard that." Y/n said. I rolled my eyes, "No you didn't." Confusion replaced Y/ns soft features. "Okay, what did I say then, Y/n?" I asked. "I think I might have fallen in love with you Y/n" Y/n answered.

"Damn it. We really gotta find that witch, Samuel." Y/n said.

Completed on: 04/11/2021

[babytaes]

reaction to going on a ice cream date with s/o | tbz- ─ ot11 ˎˊ˗

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

✧ sangyeon∘* You rested your head on his shoulder and took a deep breath, completely oblivious to the fact that he was loudly devouring his cone. You laughed and snatched his cone, speeding up to get away from his sticky grip.

“Hey, y/n, come back it.” It is not my fault that you ate too quickly. As he caught up to you, he pouted, “Don't take it all.” You laughed and took one last lick before returning it to him.

“You practically ate half of it,” he scoffed as he pushed your shoulder. “It's not my fault you choose such a sexy flavor,” You gave him a sly grin and began walking away in front of him. He stood in his place, furrowed brows, thinking about what you said.

When chasing you, he screamed, "Do you mean me or the ice cream?"

✧ jacob∘*

“Are you okay, love? Did it spill on you?” As he peered over the round table, Jacob was perplexed. You brushed off his remark with a wave of your hand, wiping the creamy essence from your blouse.

You looked out the window at the unknown passers-by who were enjoying the cool summer breeze in their own way. You then turned to face your equally sweet boyfriend, who was looking at you with that lovey dovey look.

“I have the most amazing girlfriend; I can't believe you're all mine.” He grinned so brightly that you were almost blinded. You smirked and joked, "You're going to melt my ice cream if you keep smiling like that!"

“Such a flirt”

✧ younghoon∘*

Don't look at me like; you wanted this.” Younghoon frowned at you and slid closer to you for comfort. The chilly air threaded its way through the bare trees and out into the night.

You patted his head and handed him a spoon as you removed the carton of ice cream from the picnic basket. He grinned and took it and dug into the chocolaty goodness, watching your movements.

You stayed outside for a few more minutes before you couldn't bear it any longer, grabbing your blanket and heading for the door. “I don't know about you, but it's freezing outside, and I can't stand it any longer.”

He sprang to his feet and aimed for the sofa and cuddled into your embrace. 

"Some balcony ice cream date, wouldn't you say?" you shook your head and turned on a movie.

✧ hyunjae∘*

“I guarantee you, cookies and cream was your favorite flavor, not chocolate chip cookie dough.” You shook your head at his remark and went on to say that it was, in fact, your favorite flavor.

“How do you forget such a timeless taste, do you even pay attention to me?” He smirked and showed you a fake smile as he looked up.

"Well, I do bu-".  As you scoffed at his comment, you cut his sentence short with a slap to his arm. “You're some kind of boyfriend, you know what you're paying for this. ”

 As you both headed over to the register to pay, he chuckled and hugged your frame, kissing your cheek, and entwining your fingers.

“You know I was joking, how could I ignore my lovely girlfriend?” As he paid for the cones, you rolled your eyes and leaned in closer to him.

✧ juyeon∘*

Despite his busy schedule of touring and practicing, Juyeon decided to take you out on an ice cream date because he wanted to show you some love on this beautiful Friday night.

As the melting ice cream dripped down the sides of the cone, you licked it. Juyeon squeezed your hand and shifted his gaze to yours. You both came to a complete stop and sat on a park bench.

“Did you know that every time I see you, my heart melts for you?” When you turned to face him, you cringed. Without his cringey yet charming lines, it wouldn't be a Jueyon date.

You kissed his cheek and held him even closer as you gazed towards the vibrant sunset. He wrapped his arms around you and pecked your head while stealing a bite from your cone.

“Hey, keep that tongue to yourself or I'm going to do something you'll regret.  He leaned in and kissed you after eyeing your lips

"Guess I was faster than you!"

✧ kevin ∘*

The crisp Canadian air filled your nostrils as you held Kevin's hand while skipping through the street humming some random tune.  Kevin became amused by your erratic movements and began laughing.

“You must be excited about this ice cream  Miss y/n?” You came to a halt and turned to face him, giving him a duh look. It's not every day that you both have time to see each other, so just being in his presence made you happy.

“Can we go to your neighborhood park after we get our ice cream?” As you walked into the store, he grinned and twirled you around, holding you closer

“That sounds like a good idea, and don't worry, I've got it covered.” You gave him a genuine smile and proceeded to sample all of the delectable flavors!

"This is the best day ever!" you squealed 

✧ new∘*

As the tropical flavor reached your taste buds and made its way down your dry throat, you did a little dance. You glanced at your boyfriend's reaction as you closed your eyes and savored the taste once more.

“You do that every time you eat Mango Magic? Isn't the taste the same? I'm not sure why it's so well-liked.” You covered your mouth with your hand and widened your eyes to take in everything he said.

“You're just saying that because you haven't experienced it." You fired back at him as he sat back in his chair, arms crossed. He snatched your spoon and cup; and then took a bite into the ice cream.

He took another bite, his eyes opened and his brows wrinkled. “Perhaps it IS good?” he said softly as he rubbed the back of his neck and looked down.

With a shake of your head, you retrieved your ice cream.

“May I have yours now?”

✧ q∘*

“Did you know that when you eat, your cheeks resemble chipmunk cheeks?” You rested your hands on your cheeks and stared at him as he ignored everything you said. It had been given to you, food took his focus.

“You do realize the ice cream isn't going anywhere,”  He coughed sharply as he peered through his round glasses. When you saw him wipe his mouth with the napkin, he laughed and grinned.

“Sorry, love, did you say something? As he took the last bite of his ice cream cone, you watched as his squishy cheek rose and fell.

“No, all I said was thank you for having me on this cute date,” you said, waving your hand and giving him a reassuring smile.

He beamed and gently kissed your hand, wiggled his little hands around yours, and set it down on the empty table, admiring the view, which was you, not the ice cream that had been eaten.

✧ juhaknyeon∘*

You sat at the dining table and took a scoop from Ju's mug as he aggressively swatted your spoon away. You pouted and reached for it again, only to be scolded and told to go get your own.

“And here I was planning on complimenting you on being sweeter than ice cream.” You chuckled as he ate his treat and didn't seem to notice your snarky remark.

You smirked and grabbed your keys and phone and pretended to talk on the phone, “Yeah Hyunjae, I'm free, you want to get some ice cream?” I'm so down."

Ju stole your phone and gave you his bowl to share with you before you could even finish your message. You grinned as you grabbed it and dashed to your room, locking the door behind you in retaliation for his earlier stunt.

“Don't eat it all y/n, we can share it please,” he said softly as he rapped on the door. You gave in and opened the door to find him leaning on the wall, where you stretched your hand and both dug into the melted cream, basking in its sugary glory!

✧ sunwoo∘*

He pulled your hand through the crowded streets and gripped it tightly. As you looked at him, your eyes glowed, while he smirked and drew you inside.

“Wait, are we really having a date at The Scooper?” He gave you a gentle kiss on the hand and nodded his head. The Scooper was a well-known ice cream shop in Seoul that everybody has gone to. It was famous for its unusual yet refreshing flavor combinations, as well as its "Make Your Own Flavor" choice. It was a dream come true! 

You teared up and embraced Sunwoo tightly as you repeatedly thanked him. He went over to the register and signed in to get both of your passes. He grabbed your hand and tightened his grip on you.

“Anything for my love, let's go make some ice cream!” You both laughed and made your way to the other side of the door, where the sweet treat awaited you.

✧ eric∘*

As you dodged the ice cream approaching your face, you slapped his wrist. You cocked your head and proceeded to eat your melted ice cream, which had been badly affected by the sweltering heat.

“Out of all the days you could have taken me out on a date, you chose one of the hottest days of the year; excellent work, Eric.” He returned the shot, gasping and pretending to weep while casually glancing at you to see if you were looking at him.

You took out your phone and began capturing his outburst. He snatched his straw and attempted to sulk by putting water droplets by his eyes.

“Hello, world. This is my delirious boyfriend.” He bursted out laughing and started to wipe away the water, and resumed cleaning up his mess while you started cleaning up yours. He took your hands in his and intertwined them.

“You ready to go ice cream girl?” I hope you had a wonderful time with your delusional boyfriend despite the heat.” “Anytime with you is a wonderful time,” you said, while you rested your head on his shoulder.

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