#aaaaaa I can't stop staring it's so wonderful!

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Screaming crying Kiso is here! Thank you so so so much @saladzz-o for taking my request! They were so nice and kind, and I couldn't be any happier with the finished result. There's also a masked version which makes me so happy!

It makes me so pumped to write my story, now! Here is their ko-fi! Please stop by and check them out, I high recommend it!

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

Can I request "I can't stop thinking about you" or "last night was incredible" for Peter? Your Peter content always makes my morning/afternoon/evening/night.

aaaaaa you're so kind ;w; thank you so much!

I love my short king <3

things that you want to hear.

This is the fifth time this week you’ve been back to the circus.

You can’t help yourself, because you feel like you’ve begun to fall for one of the trapeze artists. He occupies your every other thought even when there are other things you should be thinking about.

He’s the most fascinating person you’ve come across since you can’t remember when. This short man with youthful features, who is undoubtedly an adult. You’ve never seen a child carry themself the way he does. He’s got short blonde hair, slate-blue eyes, and something about him has just made you weak.

The rest of the troupe must know about your infatuation. Several of them have made comments about seeing you, particularly the ringleader who seems to wonder what in the world their show has to offer ‘someone like you’. (One of the nobility, you’re sure he means. It stuns people when one of London’s aristocracy is overly and genuinely interested in affairs like this commoners’ circus.)

A woman of the same stature as the object of your affections introduced herself and the man, who’s apparently her brother… except you haven’t actually spoken to him yet. She just gave you their names before suggesting, several times, that you might want to talk to him.

Today, at least, you’re trying. You’ve come closer than before, lingering by where he’s perched atop a crate, eating half an apple. It looks like his eyes are unfocused, drifting off wherever, and suddenly ― as if sensing that you’re watching him ― he snaps his gaze over to you.

His eyes are withering. You’re not sure what he’s thinking, unless he’s hoping his eyes turn to daggers and strike you dead. At last, he scoffs. “The ‘ell are y’ gawkin’ at? I ain’t some freak show. Ain’t y’ been ‘ere enough times that a li’l man don’t shock y’ no more?”

… Oh, dear. He’s noticed that you’ve been to the circus a lot. Not just a lot, every night this week that they’ve put on a show. And two afternoons.

You suppose, in hindsight, that you could have been a bit more subtle. Are you staring at him?? Maybe. But not for the reason he thinks.

“I’m… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to gawk. And you’re not shocking, for the record.” You shift around before taking a step closer. “It’s… PETER, right? I’m (Name).”

“Oh, that right? (Name)?” He spits a couple of apple seeds into the grass. “I don’t care. Y’ been talkin’ t’ Wendy, ‘ave y’? Wot’re y’ lingerin’ round ‘ere f’r? Y’ keep comin’ t’ shows. Even people wot like our acts ain’t that faithful. Wot’s y’r problem?”

Part of you wonders if you should just come out and say it. That’s like tearing a bandage off a painful wound, right? Get it over with? At least if you do that, he can’t accuse you of beating around the bush.

So you take a deep breath. “I… I can’t stop thinking about you. That’s my problem. I… well… not ― not that I’d call it a problem, per se, but…” That’s what he’s asking, isn’t it? Why you keep coming to shows? You might as well be honest.

Of course, that does get his attention. He clearly wasn’t expecting that response, and perks up with eyes wide toward you. After a moment of surprise, his expression turns angry. Or, at least, incredibly irritated. “Oi, ‘avin’ a go at me? Ain’t funny. Wendy put y’ up t’ playin’ some joke on me, ‘uh?”

“W… what??” He thinks you telling him that you’re attracted to him is his sister playing a trick on him? You’re almost insulted that he thinks you’d let yourself be used like that. “No, she has nothing to do with… well, perhaps, she kept encouraging me to talk to you, but… but I think that’s only because she knew I had feelings for you.”

He rolls his eyes, and takes another bite from his apple half. More seeds find their way into the grass. He’s so… crude. “Y’ don’t fuckin’ know me, ‘ow can y’ ‘ave feelin’s f’r me? Go find a wood t’ get lost in.”

You frown, then step closer. “I’m being honest with you. It’s not something I can explain, but… I find you very handsome, and I… I came over today to finally ask if you’d like to go with me.”

“Go with y’? Go where with y’?”

“I mean… out? I don’t know where exactly… dinner, or a play, or dancing, or just a stroll…” You shrug. “We can do whatever you’d like.”

This time when he spits out another couple of seeds, he sputters, sounding almost like he’s choking. To wit, after spitting them out, he coughs a few times. “Wot, like a… wot d’they call it… courtin’ me?! Pfff… didn’t know Wendy would ask y’ t’ go this far. ‘M almost sorry f’r y’.”

Alright, you’re starting to get a little disheartened. “If you don’t want to go with me, you can just say so. I’ve got feelings; you could let me down gently.”

“The devil y’ goin’ on about?” With the final bite of his apple taken, he tosses the core down onto the ground and looks back at you. Then, he blinks a few times. “… Ah, fuck. Tell me this is a joke.”

“It’s not,” you mumble, rubbing self-consciously at your arm. “I don’t know why you assumed that, but it’s not. Genuinely, I can’t get you out of my head, and I’d like to get to know you better. Wendy was only talking to me because she noticed I was paying attention to you.”

He raises his hands, spread out as if to stop you from talking. “Wait, wait. So, y’re tellin’ me… y’ actually wanna be seen out in public with me?”

“That’s… strangely specific. But, yes, that’s what courting you would mean. Unless you wouldn’t be comfortable with that.” You shrug. “You’re allowed to say no to me, but I do like you. Sincerely. No tricks. I find you handsome and interesting.”

Peter squints at you, head tilted, like he’s searching for any little sign of a lie. After a long moment, he blows a breath out his nose, and pushes himself off the crate he’s been sitting on. It’s almost like he thinks if he reminds you how much shorter he is than you, you’ll reconsider. “Alright, (Name). Come back after t’morrow night’s show, ‘n’ we’ll take a walk ‘r somethin’.”

With that, he turns to walk off. “Don’t worry, y’ll ‘ave enough’a me after that!”

Somehow, you don’t think you will. Just this short interaction has left you wanting more.

How much more, you wonder, will you want after spending an evening with him?

[irrlicht-writes]

it was going so well. God, it was going so well. Why didn't I stop?

THERE WAS EVEN FALSETTOS!!!😭 THEY WERE SO CUTE WHEN DOING THAT, I SWEAR I WAS SO HAPPY 😭😭😭

but then again, when I read the warnings, I saw the last 'liar' and almost immediately knew what was about to happen. I don't know why, but redfall was still a shock, though. I read the 'incest' warning and was like 'uh?- what' and then redfall showed up and I was like 'fuck this can't be good' and by that moment I completely forgot about the incest tag. Then the chapter ended, and I stared at my phone for ten minutes straight.

this is the part you let us see in one of your posts!!! I remember when you said it was approaching 70k, aaaaaa when I read it I was giggling like a little girl.

I didn't know what would come next.

Alastor was right. He always is, unfortunately. At least they got a night together??? well, Alastor had been roofied, but... I guess that's the most comfort you're willing to let us get. And that's alright! I love angst, I feel like a feral animal every time you upload cause I know there will be a ton.

that would've been a perfect ending. But knowing that there's something more, something else that was bound to happen, AAAAAH I can't live without having closure, and a promise it's not enough.

it's never enough.

Delusional, OF COURSE HE'S DELUSIONAL!

By this point I completely forgot about the warnings. Poor me. Foolish me.

aaaaaaand this was where I was the most shocked. I didn't expect to see Redfall ever again, I thought he was like DEAD or something. surely Vox will be by his side, won't he? He loves Alastor too much to not act...

...oh

I wonder when Vox got together with him. I wonder if redfall talked to him already by that point. I hope we will get to see his Pov, but like you replied to me sometime ago, when scribbles was just getting started, some things are better left unknown.

He promises to kick him out, and the most heartbreaking part is that Alastor believes him. He never believes him, he always calls him a liar, but the one time he starts doing so, he is reminded that he isn't living a fairytale. He's in hell, and people lie, they always do.

Maybe that's his punishment. Maybe he's bound to always be let down once he starts believing someone.

some chapters ago you wrote "Alastor wanted to tell Vox things he had never told anyone. He wanted to tell him about Redfall" or something along those lines.

This broke my heart.

(But hey, that's not at all a bad thing!!! I love angst and my heart, even if it's already in pieces, can still be ran over by a car, get soaked in acid or maybe i will be the poor sinner that gets her heart carved out and esten by Alastor, it can still go through a lot of things really!)

then there were the break downs, Alastor looking for constant reassurance with his wedding band, I was hoping Vox would eventually ask him about Red, but then he saw them kiss. (I didn't take screenshots because I was so pissed at Vox but at the same time so hooked by your writing that I forgot lol)

I wonder what went through Vox's head. I wonder what he thought. But I know it, don't I? it was the same exact thing he thought when fucking Elliot was still around. He must've thought 'oh well I can't have what I want, so I'll screw his father. nothing can go wrong, can it? surely I proposed to him, but hey, I'm a filthy man, and my NEEEEDS need to be fulfilled!!!'. I know he was thinking about Alastor the entire time, but oh, wasn't there a more hidden place to do it?

The worst thing about it is that he didn't even look for Alastor when Redfall arrived. He was there, and then what? They started going at it the second Alastor wasn't looking?

It was only Vox who looked for him after the fight with Adam, only him who cared for Alastor. But that was when he needed him the most, and he wasn't there.

None of the hotel residents looked for him after he went to his room.

Not even Vox.

He knew about Redfall. He knew what a mess Alastor had been. He knew what Redfall could do to him, even if not to the full extent. And still, he was the person he decided to get with.

'He has Alastor's genes.' he must've thought. 'I know him.', 'We've been friends before.'

That's still unjustifiable.

At least I hope it was Redfall starting it. No, I know he was. Vox wouldn't seek him out, would he? yes, he is a man with 'needs', but he wouldn't deliberately seek out HIS FATHER to fulfil them. yeah. it's definitely that. (Yes, I am very delusional, thank you)

At this point, I think Alastor will feel worse in the relationship. No matter if one day they'll be happy, what's done is done. Vox can't undo it. He can't. I'll be so mad if they stay together.

I hope Vox finds out. I hope he finds out what a monster he's been, and I hope he feels like shit. I don't want him near Alastor ever again.

Then there was the sex. How had Vox not noticed? How had he not wondered what could've possibly brought him Alastor to give himself if just the night before he stopped him when he tried pleasuring him? It's heartbreaking. (Remember, that is a GOOD thing, I loathe for hurt/no comfort). Alastor tried doing that before. He tried giving himself to Vox, but then Vod had the decency to stop himself when he sensed something was wrong. Then, though, Alastor hadn't said yes. Now that Vox had his consent, why would he stop to check on him? it's not like Alastor's body wasn't enjoying it. And Alastor truly is a good actor. He was disgusted and grossed out, but how could Vox tell?

He's just a filthy man.

Alastor is the girl in their relationship, isn't he? That's what he always believed, and hey, who cares about the girls, right? They just need to be put in pretty dresses. They need to let the manly man tear the clothing off and let him do whatever he wants. They need to let him break them, use them, and throw them away.

Who cares about the girls?

Vox cares about Alastor, but when he's the girl of the relationship, he almost forgets he does.

Liar.

Liar.

Then there's the next day. I really don't know how Alastor held it all together.

No, wait, I do.

The fear of being alone is far greater than anything Vox could do to him, isn't it? The fear that Vox would abandon him for someone else. The fear that the wedding ring is just another empty promise.

Their relationship is shit. Complete and utter shit. They both need to work on themselves before they get married. IF they get married, because I truly hope they don't. I don't want Alastor to be with him, I don't want him to be trapped in a relationship with someone who, yeah, cares about him, but would still choose to treat him that way.

BTW I love your writing!!! I binged the whole series multiple times, it always makes me cry when I see Alastor's side of things.

Remember, though, that the angst is never enough. Just like love is never enough in your story :)❤️

love your works, dear author, and I hope we will see more of them in the future!❤️

(this took me an hour to write, istg I could spend so much more time discussing your story, it's so great I love it so much I hope you know how much I get excited whenever an update comes out, there are no words to describe how i feel every time i read it)

-💗

Okay now that some time has passed let me answer you! :)

Yes, Falsettos! I hadn't seen the musical before, and my friend showed me this song because of the "What I love I devour" line! And Christian Borle too! I'll never watch the whole musical though bc sob Whizzer

Haha, yeah when *I*, of all people, tell you "here's a good stopping point" then maybe there's a point to that :) Yk the chapter was going to be much worse but then it was so long I cut that part out... it still happens ofc but we don't see it :) Most of the angst I read is way too tame for me... I need it to hurt so I have to provide it myself ugh

We will get Vox's POV! I was way too tired/depressed last week to write anything, but next part is from Vox's perspective, so we'll know what happened! (My note for getting Redfall to stay was literally this: "why does he get to stay?? idk old friendship maybe?? let's see when we get there") And I still firmly believe in "some things are best left unknown"! It leaves more room open for interpretation. Even though now everyone is yelling at me for Vox's ooc behaviour...

Don't worry, Vox will realise what he's done :) Everyone will be so very thrilled! A heart-wrenching end, even! It's all quite dramatic.

Mhm, yes, the sex was terrible, wasn't it? Took me forever to write, too, because I don't do sex scenes. I've only done them in, like, three instances overall.

I'm glad their relationship is terrible! I've only ever done ones that were (to an extent) good for each other, so it's nice I can get the oposite done too!

And dw, there will be more! I've got the Human AU left to finish up, and then Part 4 too! And I had made some notes on other things but they're iced for the moment (for obvious reasons) My DMs and asks are always open, so feel free to come talk anytime 👉👈

[imagine--if]

Reader yandere for Eddie aaaaaa 😍😍

A/N: I’ve done the first Yandere For Eddie scenarioooo 😁 if you liked it, there are lots more specific requests for this sorta thing, so more to come 💚

Pairing: Dano!Riddler x reader (The Batman 2022)

Warnings: Obsessive love 🥰

Words: 1202

You know exactly how this all started; by something so small, so simple, but so intoxicating and suffocatingly beautiful. And now you know that this will never end.

Perfect.

And that's what he is to you - perfect, as soon as you looked up from the drink you were absentmindedly sipping in the diner, to be met with a curious, unique green stare behind clear framed glasses down the row of the bar a little. His eyes had widened when you noticed them lingering on you, and the young man looked away quickly, cheeks flushed.

But you kept on staring. You couldn't help it.

He didn't look up at you again that time, probably too embarrassed to be caught looking the first time to try again. It didn't matter. Sandy brown hair that dusted over his forehead and framed his face perfectly, a look that was simple, nerdy, and something else you couldn't quite place. The man seemed so delicate and precise as he scribbled notes down in some kind of puzzle book, his writing big and small and random, his attention fixed on words only he could understand.

You wanted to understand too. You needed to. This person, whoever he was... there's just something there, and whatever it is, you love it.

You loved it even more when you found out he lives in the same building as you.

He had bumped into you seemingly by chance, just as you were entering your apartment. It isn't a particularly nice building, but not many places in Gotham are. None of your next-door neighbours has ever caused you any trouble or loud disturbances before, and to find out that the man from the diner lived to your left the whole time?

He is so quiet. He was when you caught sight of each other again, and that same blush formed on his cheeks, eyes round. You dug your fingernails into the palms of your hands to force yourself to say something.

"Hi. I- I didn't know you lived... I mean, I didn't know we were neighbours."

The man matched your awkwardness, only so much cuter, as he dared look up into your eyes again.

"N-no, neither did I," he mumbled, a shy, hesitant smile playing at his lips. "But I wanted to say... I think you look amazing. Like- like a hypernova."

You blinked at the unusual compliment, but had to stop yourself from swooning, looking at him hopefully.

"Really? That's so sweet... thank you, um?"

"Oh- Edward. It's... it's Edward..."

You responded with your name immediately, glancing at the door and then back at him.

"I should, um... I'll see you later," he catches on, and you nod with a smile, unlocking and pushing open your door as he disappears inside his. You lean against it when you're in your apartment and the door's locked again, grabbing your phone out of your pocket and looking up 'hypernova.' It's wonderful, splashes of galacial colours in a starry explosion in the darkness of space.

Since then, you couldn't stop thinking about Edward. You pressed yourself up against the wall of your bedroom, wondering if just opposite that wall is where he sleeps too. But you never really heard much. The occasional talking, maybe on the phone, squeaking from a small pet of some kind, but that's it.

In the end, earlier today, you had decided to confront him. To tell Edward what you were so certain about, about the two of you, like a match made in some twisted heavens. It might scare him off, his eyes wide and panicking, hands trembling as e backs away from you...

But you can't live like this. You can't keep staying against that wall as the only means of being close to him. Not anymore. It's practically torture.

The fantasies are amazing, ones of him blushing and grinning like a dork when you call him Eddie, solving whatever puzzles he works so hard on in those books together. Imagining what his laugh sounds like when you tease him about his handwriting making the whole thing look like a ransom note. But they can't compete with a could-be reality.

But as you sleep, only a few hours away from waking up early in the morning to catch your neighbour before he leaves for work... there's a soft, subtle click from your front door.

You don't hear the man that's been on your mind for what seems like forever pad into the apartment and close the door again, his footsteps heavy but muffled as he steps further into your place. Eyes behind glasses take in pictures in frames, staring at the ones with you smiling happily in with a hidden, fond smile back.

He moves on after a while, going into your bedroom, and watches you sleep as he approaches your figure in the bed. Hands brush over the sheet's material, until they reach your face, stroking your hair.

But then you shift slightly, groggily waking up, and as you notice the shadowy figure crouched beside you, a hand claps quickly over your mouth to stop you from screaming.

"Ssh, ssh, ssshhh," he urges gently, "it's alright. It- it's just me. You might not remember me. No one bothers to."

You blink up at him in awe, recognising his voice almost instantly. Your heart's speeding up in disbelief and giddy excitement, and as he slowly moves his hand away from your mouth, you desperately grab it back, trying to sit up, assuming he's going to leave. Edward flinches, startled, and leans in closer as if he's trying to read your mind, fascinated.

"You..." Edward's voice trails off, hitching in newfound wonder and confusion, "you're enjoying this? Is this what you want- do you feel the same way too?!"

You nod eagerly, practically crying. "I... yes...!" is all you can manage, and Edward helps you sit up, gasping as you throw yourself at him in a hug.

"Wh- why didn't you say something?!"

"I don't know," you respond, taking in as much warmth and scent as you can of your mutual obsession. "I thought I- I'd scare you off..."

You hear Eddie's laugh then; high and amused giggles, and you melt into his arms with a grin.

"Scare me off?" he repeats between giggles. "If only you knew more about who I am... but, you will, won't you, darling?"

You nod again, letting him move you in his arms to rest on his chest, and you cling to him, worried it's all a dream, that if you fall asleep now, Edward will be back in his apartment, in a cruel reality.

But this is reality. And it's perfect.

"You called me a hypernova," you mumble, and he looks down at you with a dopey smile.

"Do you know what that is, lovely?"

"Yeah," you giggle, "I looked it up as soon as you called me one. I like space."

"Space as in, space up there?" Edward asks, glancing out your bedroom window at the night sky. "Because your space... it has to be mine too."

"Mm," you agree tiredly, clutching at the green material of Eddie's hoodie as he presses a long kiss on the top of your head. "Perfect.”

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[allieebobo]

I'm so in love with Merry Crisis, you have no idea! I am supposed to be studdying for a test, but naaah- this is more important :D I can't stop imagining a Singer!MC writing songs about Qiu aaaaaa (TT)

THIS kills meee!!! Now that makes me think of Qiu listening to Singer!MC's songs through the years, even after they'd lost touch, wondering if it could possibly be... about them.

The snippet got pretty long, so I'll put it after the cut.

You smile a little nervously, and pluck out the first few notes of the melody. You take a deep breath, and grip the studio's mic. Your bandmates sneak you sideways glances - this long pause before the introductory riff hadn't been part of the plan.

They'd asked you what the inspiration for the song had been - and you'd just shrugged and said "life".

But the real answer - or the long answer - is that you'd written this song with a particular someone in mind - someone you can't quite get out of your veins, like radioactive scars etched deep into the bowels of the earth.

The words spill from your lips like wine from a broken bottle, all those things you'd not said - many years ago - slipping through, staining the carpet, staining, staining everything. Your eyes flutter shut, and your memories take you to the first time you'd sung to Qiu, out on one of the stone breakwaters in East Coast Park.

---

You'd already made your awkward disclaimers about the terrible, badly-written lyrics, so now, all that's left to do is sing the goddamn song.

Qiu has gone completely still. They're watching your fingers slip in and out of the guitar strings so intently that you think their eyes might pop out of their sockets.

Your voice starts out soft, hesitant, at first, but when Qiu's dark, expressive gaze meets yours, electricity courses like a bullet through your veins. While you sing, Qiu leans in towards you, so close that you can feel the whisper of breath from their lips, eyes still locked onto yours until you come to the end of the song.

Qiu waits a second, blinks reverently at you, then murmurs. "That's. You're-" They pause, then bite their lips, vulnerable and bashful and overcome with emotion, all at once. "Thank you."

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Three weeks later, the song goes up on youtube and on spotify - all your band's usual channels. Nine thousand miles away, Qiu is listening to your voice, staring up at the same moon. They are walking back from a late night at work, but the song makes every fiber of their being go rigid - just like it had all those years ago.

For exactly three minutes and twenty seven seconds, silhouetted against a streetlamp, Qiu stands, unmoving, with fists clenched so tight that their nails make crescents on both palms.

@teacupdreams - ohh absolutely!! thanks for sharing!! :) may I also suggest: Oceans by Seafret 🥰

[friendly-alien-fucker]

Imagine a yautja doesn't realize that they are in love with a human, they just notice all these weird things they feel and the effect the human has on them. And at some point they describe all that to the human/a friend they get the answer "Huh, funny, it kind of sounds like you're in love" and then the yautja has this oh moment and get really flustered

It was getting dark as you and your alien friend were watching another human show you desperately wanted to show them. And as they warmed up to the show and you could even hear a couple of chuckles escape them, you couldn't help but smile. Both of you were from completely different species yet it wasn't hard for either of you to become friends. And it certainly didn't keep you from developing feelings for each other.

Your smile turned into a painful facade, and you turned your gaze back to the TV. Yautja and humans had a lot in common. That sadly included discrimination. Even after Yautja created human-yautja hybrids in the lab, interspecies relationships between the two were still looked down upon if not downright forbidden. Sometimes you wondered if Yautja even could fall in love with a human. Because humans could definitely fall in love with Yautja- you were living proof of this.

And as the episode faded into black and the credits started rolling, your friend leaned back and their golden eyes looked down at you. Yet you didn't look up and simply stared at your reflection in the big screen, scared that if you looked them in the eyes they could see the frustration and pain in yours.

They gave a sigh of satisfaction, before their deep voice eachoed the room.

"Your species truly is fascinating, (y/n). You oomans aren't the strongest individuals, but you find strength in numbers and community. Your cultures and traditions too; no matter what place or under which conditions you were born in and brought up- you always find a way to express yourself through art. It's as if you were born to invent and create. I wonder if that's the reason I've been feeling like this lately..."

Your mind now hooked on that last comment, you finally looked up at them with curiosity and a spark of hope, little as it may be. "What do you mean?"

"Mh?" As if lost in thought, their eyes snapped up to meet yours.

"What feeling were you having lately?"

"Oh. You see, I've been wondering that for a while now," their eyes turned away from you and to the ground as they were trying to think of a way to describe it.

"Since I met you I've been happier than I used to be, but I've also had these moments where I was feeling angry for some reason, mostly when we were with other Yautja. I also can't stop thinking about you, even while I'm trying to sleep or hunt- I wondered if it is because you're my friend, yet I have met many Yautja who one could consider friends, and I have never had this happen with any of them before. Only with you I seem to feel this way."

As you felt your face heat up at their words and chuckled nervously. "You know what you're describing kind of sounds like you're... in love."

Silence filled the room as your friend simply stared at you in bewilderment, their mandibles spread and their eyes wide open. If they were trying to hide how shocked they are, they were doing a terrible job at it.

"I love you." They stated in realization, before they snapped out of it "I'm sorry. I-I don't mean to offend you or make you uncomfortable. If the feelings aren't reciprocated I will leave you alone, o-or I won't if you enjoy my company like I do yours-" they went on, shocking you as you never heard them stutter before or be this nervous. It was as if with a simple sentence you'd turned them into a complete and utter mess.

But you enjoyed seeing this new flustered side of your friend. And perhaps your future mate as well.

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Aaaaaa so, I don't know if this was meant to be a request or you just wanted to put it out there, but either way thanks for the idea @dawnlightsilhouette because this was really fun to write!!

(And sorry if this turned out to be a liiittle too angsty. I'm still working on keeping things wholesome^^;;)

[s4kasaki]

Hi!! Can I request Hokuto and his crush being both in the theater club and doing a romantic theatrical performance together? And maybe him confessing his feeling to them at the end? It would be so cute ❤️❤️

I am looking directly at this... It's so cute? this is actually the first time I write for a request and I can't say I did a good job. (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ

♡ — theater of events.

‣ tws / cws: none

‣ reader: gender neutral - they/them

‣ author's note: aaaaaa!! I'm so bad at stories..

You had been thinking about joining the theater club lately, had it not been for your utter love, understanding, and inspiration for the act of performing: Wataru wouldn’t have approved you into the club and you would've continued being nothing more than your run of the mill producer who worked tirelessly trying to finish paperwork until three in the morning.

But, there was finally some reassurance to breathe on: being accepted to be able to participate in such distinctive performances! The hard part was over, you had been accepted! You just happened to know Hokuto was there too so it was comforting to know that you aren't alone in this, Wataru was there too, of course, but did you want to be broken to a crisp by his practicing? He was intense, and far too energetic to put up with, after seeing how he ‘tutored’ Tori? You couldn't have been happier that you have Hokuto as your partner.

Although, Hokuto was completely unaware of this arrangement. So it completely made him lose it. Curse your elegant charms! sneaking your way into being around him once more indirectly? Have you figured out his newborn crush so soon? Impossible, he's covered it so well, hiding constantly in rooms after rooms, clubs after— well clubs even trying to prevent this crush from being... A crush! Being so close during rehearsals was agony for the poor young male.

You did so well with everything all on your own nowadays, you've improved so much since second year... He couldn't have been more proud to see what you’ve become, all of Trickstar was proud really. But before you knew it, you were standing in a dress, with a demand to preform a romantic play? What in the heavens? ... This was fine, He could settle with this.. right?

“Romantic acting greatly emphasized freedom of emotion and passion! Let the deep feelings within you shine brightly! Like... Diamonds!~☆”

Is what Wataru would've said, that sly son of a— he’ll just have to wait to let out frustration, he's being watched by an expert himself. The unexpected flash of the camera and the screams of students outside the door rang in your ears, Tsuskinga must've been at it once more. Walking your way behind the stage, and smoothening down your silky red dress, you gave a bright smile and waved to the black-haired man that stood in front of you, you weren't alone. Most would call this overwhelming, all the blinding flashing after messing up a line, and the continuous stares of thrill Wataru indirectly give to you two, but you find it rewarding. You weren't usually one with the spotlight, but being here gave you a chance

It almost felt surreal.

The yells outside began to fade, and the red flickering of the camera stopped, until the entire stage vanished, only to be replaced with pure darkness.

Hokuto smirked at your sudden staring contest in pitch blackness but with only a tiny spotlight that was dimmed onto the stage, damn this man is living a nightmare made by satan himself, trying to avoid ackwardness. The heavy sickness that had begun to simmer in the pit of your stomach. Once you had found your way to the proper place on the stage it thankfully wore off, so you signaled a continuing. As you waited at him to begin his script once more, you felt a presence behind you. Then came the smooth, happy-go-lucky voice. Clearly the return of Wataru.

“How wonderful! Continuing even with that subtle setback? I am impressed beyond belief~”

Internally, you were screaming your eyes out from the sudden man behind you and one, you haven't even started yet! But externally, you gave a nervous laugh. “Oh— God it's just you, you scared the living nightmares out of me. Yes. I am determined to do my absolute best today!” The magician laid a hand on your back and with momentum tapped you softly.

You knew that it was silly to be such a try-hard to succeed on a stupid rehearsal, but it felt like it was right.

“From the top, my beloved Hokuto.”

An inaudible huff left your mouth as you listened to him begin to blurt out his lines. It was now or never, maybe this could be the way he confesses his feelings. “You’re absolutely lovely... Like an artwork to memorize. I want our relationships to blossom into something more, something unique and special... To become the shining Knight to a piece of God's art..” even if this was all meant to be a play, it couldn't prevent the flushness of his or yours cheeks. And Wataru was actually quite pleased by him this time, he's slowly improving? Hokke's become an expectational student, Could it be? You've inspired him to try his hardest?! “Ugh, that was so, horrible. I'm so sorry. Let's do it again—” before he could finish, Wataru cut him off.

“That's it for today, you two~! Remember, your homework is practicing together!” Your teacher dismissed you, and you began to pack your things away, speaking to Hokoto all while doing so.

“You did well on your final line, you’re not as bad as you say you are.. you know that right? Maybe acting is your strong suit just like it is with singing!”

Those words... Why did they hit so close to home? Maybe because he knew he was being genuine, and he didn't get it out clear enough for them to know it “....what an act it was, Huh? But, I was... being serious... it's wasn't an act... I genuinely do like you...”

It was so low you could only hear a mumble, more like a mouse squeak, something tells you it's more to it than whatever happened in that room.

“huh?”

[yoongibestboysblog]

Honey, you're drunk

Taehyung x reader :))

Warnings: None, fluff, drunk taehyung, cuddling

Summary: taehyung comes home late one drunken night, when his girlfriend makes him soup and puts him to bed

Lots of fluff!!!

It was past midnight when Taehyung stumbled home, tripping over the front step and  banging on the door. No reply. "Hyung? Jungkook?" he yelled into the night, head spinning, just wanting someone to help him go to bed. "Coming!" a feminine voice sang from inside, and he heard the key being turned in the lock. Taehyung grinned to himself. So she was here. The door opened to show a girl wearing nothing but a grey hoodie, HIS hoodie, Taehyung noted, arms folded over her chest and staring expectantly at Taehyung. "What? Let me in." he said blankly, body falling suddenly so that he was leaning fully on her. She almost collapsed from the sudden added weight, his breath tickling her neck, the scent of alcohol and a hint of something sweet. She pushed out her arms on his shoulders to steady him, but he simply pressed against her, giggling. "Can't walk. Help." he mumbled, flopping on her smaller frame and hiccupping. His eyes were slightly clouded over, and you could feel how wobbly his knees were when they were against yours, how helpless he was in his intoxicated state. You sighed to yourself, bringing your hand up to brush some of his hair away from his eyes, ruffling it a bit. Taehyung didn't usually get drunk, but when he did, he usually went all out, barely making it home and usually having you put him to bed. You didn't mind, he would do the same for you. "Okay Tae, put your hands around me so I can bring you in." you said in a would-be commanding tone, except that Taehyung rested his forehead against your neck instead, arms hugging your torso tightly and closing his eyes. His hands disappeared under his hoodie onto your body, fingers resting on your stomach, rubbing slow circles around your tummy. They were so WaRm. Tae groaned.

"So soft."

You smiled fondly at him and heaved yourself, (Tae clinging to you) to your bedroom.

"Get off me for a second, you big baby." You wriggled out of his tight grasp, and lightly pushed him onto the bed, where he collapsed and curled into a ball. "Food?" you called to him as you made your way to the door, turning the lights low and switching on the air conditioning. You didn't want him to catch a fever. Now that you think about it, you realise Taehyung looked a little breathless before. "Did you eat?" you asked, him plopping down beside him. He shook his head. No wonder he looked so drained. "I'll be right back." you whispered gently, before sliding out of the room. You went to the kitchen to get some chicken soup, and returned to the bedroom with a steaming bowl of it in one hand. When you got drunk, you usually got very hungry, but felt like vomitting the moment solid food touched your tongue. Chicken soup would always heart up your insides and wake you up a bit, and it was the most delicious hangover remedy for the morning after. Carefully moving so that it didn't spill, you placed the bowl by the bed, and nudged Taehyung. One of his eyes fluttered open. "You need to eat something Tae, you shouldn't starve yourself." you explained. Taehyung sat up on the bed slowly, leaning against the headboard.

"I feel so nauseous but I need to eat." he said a little sadly, eyebrows furrowing down. You brought out the soup, and dipped a spoon into it. It immediately filled up with the thick orange liquid, and smelt like heaven. Taehyung seemed to notice this and sniffed, breaking into a smile. "My favourite chicken soup! Fuck, y/n, you make the most amazing dinners." he exclaimed, hands already reaching for the bowl and placing it on his lap, gobbling it up hurriedly as though it was going to disappear any second. You wiped away a smudge of soup from his lower lip, and without a thought tasted it. It was so creamy. "Can I have some?"

"No I'm the drunk one"

"I'm the one who made soup for the drunk one"

Taehyung smiled sheepishly at your words and brought the spoon to your mouth. "Aaaaaa" he spoke to you as though you were 5, and you rolled your eyes before opening your mouth. "Cute." he spoke more to himself than you as you swallowed it, and you set aside the empty bowl, picking up the blanket. "Lie down, I'll tuck you in now. I need to go sleep."

"Noo, I want you. Come back." you heard him whine, reaching his arms out towards you, a cute pout forming on his lips. He was so needy when he was drunk. Cute.

You walked over and climbed onto the bed, pressing your chest against his toned body, feeling him fit perfectly against you, your legs between his slightly bulky thighs, and your hands reaching up, cupping his cheeks. He gazed down at you adoringly with his eyes forming crescent moons and fixating on your lips, as though he wanted nothing more than to kiss them.

"Pretty."

"Hmm?"

"You're so pretty like this, trapped under me."

"It's not like I want to escape."

"Of course you don't, Jagi" he chuckled sleepily, bringing his face to level with yours. He bopped his head and your noses brushed, before his lips came crashing down on yours. He tasted so sweet, like cherries from a blossom tree, with a hint of alcohol. His tounge swiped your lower lip, and you let him take dominance, mouth moving against yours so passionately. His fingers pushed your head into the pillow a little roughly, and he mounted you, laying fully above you and pressing you down onto the bed. You smiled. "Why so suddenly affectionate?" you teased, and he stopped pampering you, laying his cheek on your pillow. "I love you. You're adorable. You feel so warm underneath me right now I want to stay like this forever."

"Alexa play feel special by twice" he added jokingly, and you laughed, heart secretly fluttering at his soft words. The exhaustion hit you hard. "I'm tired."

You whispered, and closed your eyes.

"Goodnight Tae."

You felt a strong arm gently hook around you and pull you closer to his chest, your head nuzzled in the crook of his neck. Lulled to sleep with the touch of each other, quiet snores filled the room, two lovebirds tangled on the bed the only sight to be seen.

[lunati0ns]

of one mind liveblog pt 2.

okay lets finish this episode. all under the cut because we're deep in it

no dont tell me rue's backstory i'll fucking throw up. stop. STOP. NO WAY. OH MY GOD!!!!! YOU WERE A STOLEN WILD ANIMAL GIVEN SENTIENCE BY MAGIC IN A COURT THAT DIDNT REALLY CARE ABOUT YOU EXCEPT FOR YOUR NOVELTY oh my god im THROWING UP

the most beautiful bardic ever given T__T

brennan stopping everything to make it clear that he and andhera look HOT walking across this misty moor together... theyre so approaching the action climax of a romance novel have to save the heroine vibes....

SAVED DETECT THOUGHTS POTION AAAHH!!!

"seeing rue here i like visibly catch my breath in chest" WHY DONT I COUGH UP MY HEART. HM?

damn it DAMN IT THE INSIGHT FAIL. THE DICE HATE RUEHOB FOR REAL!!

oh my god the way rue cannot look at hob. UGH THE RAIN CLOUD ADDING A LITTLE WET. FUUCK THE 2000S BACKSTREET BOYS ACTION!

[rue voice] can you guys stop being in a one direction music video for a second im gonna DIE,

oh my god hob trusting andhera with the detect thoughts potion meaning that he ALSO trusts anhera with his thoughts of RUE.... one of his deepest shames.. HE HAD TO HAVE THOUGHT OF THIS BUT HE STILL..!! they are best friends of all time

oh my god bardic inspiration being a little tune that the bard sings just for you, and in the time you save it before you use it, its a song stuck in your head... i love that idea

hob stepping forward with his huge paw and cooly saying "let me speak plainly." he also has handsome vibes. hes also my dad. hes so GOOD AT HIS JOB!!!

my heart is pounding. the pause before this response. i am so stressed. what do you think of the court of wonder hob...

I LOVE HIIIIIM. POUNDS TABLE.

rue knocking over the dummies LMAOOO

scorple knows everything you HAVE to KILL that GOBLIN!!! i fucking love scorple BRAAP!

AAAAAA THE BINX VOICE CHANGE MIDWAY THROUGH HER SENTENCE WAH WAH WAH WAH SO COOL IM GAY SO COOL

THANK FUCKING GOD HOB GET RID OF THAT SCORPLE

the court of wonder has swallowed my court... :(

THE FUCK? DEAD FAIRIES ARE MAGIC ITEMS?

AAA HOB GETS TO MAKE A BATTLE PLANNING BOARD!!! BINX WORKING TOGETHER ON THE BATTLE PLAN CONSPIRACY BOARD!!!!

ee e e e e hob talking to rue AAA THEYRE HAVING A CONVERSATION. ITS BEEN SO LONG

STARE INTO HOB'S BEAUTIFUL EYES!!!!! HIS BEAUTIFUL LITTLE PUPPY EYES!!!

i dont belong anywhere. shut up. tries to touch them gently while crying but is stopped by my computer screen. THE SAD MUSIC...

oh my god this rue backstory. does wuvvy KNOW this stuff??

god rue makes me so sad. theyve been so abused by their court but they can't help but feel a stubborn sense of loyalty that they don't even understand. even if its awful, its where they come from...

oh my god shut the fuck UPP LEE MULLIGAN. HOB THINKING OF HOW HE AND RUE ARE THE SAME.. BADLY WANTING TO COMFORT THEM WITH THEIR SHARED EXPERIENCES BUT HOLDING BACK i cant take this shit

even when theyre completely alone in the woods surrounded by trusted friends hob cant bear to speak of the engagement too loudly... loyalty so deeply ingrained...

THE K IN KP STANDS FOR KNICKOLAS. THE SIGH. THE I LOVE HIM!!!!

AND ANDHERA KNOWS!!!!!!!!!!

I';LL EX[LODE. WILL THE COUSINS GET TO BE IN ON THE PLOT/??

ARE THEY GONNA SIDE WITH THE COURT OF WONDER?!?!? THE PVP POTENTIAL?!?!?!?

i could shit, myself. thanks for reading im going to die

[alvacchi]

Phantom Thief Hanako-kun AU Story: Chapter 6 - Back in the Early Heist Days

Flashback time!

Let's take a pause from what happened in the previous chapter and backtrack to the past~!

We'll be mainly sticking with Kou for this.

This happened before the first chapter!

Enjoy!

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-Phantom Thief Hanako released a heist notice to steal yet another jewel

-The detectives and police force were working together to strengthen security

-This thief was astonishingly outwitting them all if he never failed a heist

-Minamoto Kou, younger brother of Teru who is one of the top policemen, was just starting out his career as a new police officer

-His first mission was to join some police officers to capture Hanako

-Teru couldn't join the team during the heist since he was busy taking care of other more serious offenses

-So he was cheering Kou on for the time being, congratulating him on officially becoming part of the police force

-While Kou aimed to be like his brother, he admired a certain radish girl Yashiro Nene

-They didn't really know each other right now

-Before, Kou just came to visit the police station and departments to give lunch to Teru and make sure he's eating properly

-And it was a coincidence that Kou saw Yashiro with Detective Tsuchigomori as they came by at the same time

-Seeing Yashiro working hard on cases became part of his motivation to also work to fight crime along with Teru

-and so she was a Senpai to him in the field and a current acquaintance

-Kou was hoping he could get closer to Yashiro

-Preparing a small bouquet of pink flowers, he wanted to present them to her to make a good impression since they would be working together from now on

-On the day of the heist, he went to look for her with the flowers in hand

-When he found her with Tsuchigomori, he immediately went to hide behind a wall

-Kou peeked over and noticed that they were talking about the heist

-Would right now be a good time to give them?

-He stopped peeking to gather himself together before deciding to head over, feeling nervous

-Only to realize that the moment he let them out of his sight, they were already gone

-Darn, he missed his chance

-Well, it will be okay. He could see them again at the heist itself

-He tucked the flowers in his pockets

-The location of the heist was at a hotel owned by Akane

-Kou heard from Teru that Hanako would go steal from Akane from time to time

-He couldn't help but wonder how the gem collector was dealing with the situation

-Night time arrived and a small crowd gathered

-Not too many people knew of Hanako yet but already there were a few reporters at the scene and word had spread

-Kou was looking around when he accidentally bumped into someone

-"Hey! Watch the camera, Lame-ass Traffic safety Earring!"

-Kou: "Oh sorry--wait what?"

-Kou looked to see a pink haired boy with a scarf and camera on. He seemed to be around Kou's age

-Kou: "Do you know who you're talking to?"

-Mitsuba: "No. Should I?"

-Wow, this guy was testing his patience

-Kou: "Geez. Look at my uniform. I'm a police officer."

-Mitsuba: "Okay, police officer. Now could you let me go? I gotta take photos for the papers."

-Kou's eyes widened as he looked down at Mitsuba's camera he's holding

-Kou: "Oh! Are you a photographer?"

-Mitsuba: "Well I'm a journalist but I guess--"

-Kou: "THAT'S SO COOL! Sorry for bumping into your camera! What's your name?"

-Mitsuba was surprised at Kou's outburst. He felt a little embarassed all of a sudden.

-Mitsuba: "....Mitsuba Sousuke."

-Kou: "I'm Minamoto Kou! Nice to meet you! I can't wait to see all of your work!"

-Mitsuba: "I've done a few already but I'm still new at my job so my writing isn't that great."

-Kou: "That's okay! My reading isn't that great either!"

-Kou gave a thumbs up at that.

-Mitsuba: "Reading and writing are two different things. Also, I don't think you should be proud of that pff"

-Kou: "Hm? Is that so?"

-Mitsuba: "Anyways, I'll be going to the hotel rooftop to take pictures of the cityscape from there. Would you like to come along? There should still be time before the heist"

-Kou: "Sure! Let's go!"

-And so they are both at the rooftop chattering away as Mitsuba took photos with his camera

-Kou: "Huh so you like taking pictures of animals and landscape stuff. How about photos of people?"

-Mitsuba: "I do take them as well. The papers get way more media attention that way anyways."

-Kou: "How about taking one of me? I'll be the ultimate subject! Just call it 'Police Officer Minamoto Kou Makes His Debut'!"

-Mitsuba: "Hm....No thank you."

-Kou: "Aw come on! I want to be in the papers!"

-Kou tried to grab the camera from Mitsuba

-Mitsuba: "Hey wait a minute!"

-Kou: "Just a bit!"

-"Two gentlemen fighting on the rooftop? That's quite dangerous."

-Kou and Mitsuba looked over to find the the phantom thief Hanako standing near the edge of the roof

-When did he get there?

-Oh wait, did the heist start already?!

-They lost track of time!

-Kou: "Hanako!"

-Hanako: "I will be taking the treasure~"

-Hanako showed them the jewel in his hand.

-Kou: "Oh no you don't!"

-Kou rushed towards him and Hanako just dodged Kou's attacks, keeping the jewel out of reach

-As they got closer to the edge of the building, a sudden strong gust of wind burst forth

-Knocking the jewel out of Hanako's hand

-and the pink flowers from Kou's pocket

-Ah. The flowers. Kou completely forgot about them

-Both items were being blown away far apart from each other and off the roof

-Kou: "Oh no the flowers!!"

-That was Kou's immediate response

-Hanako ran and jumped to grab the flowers, dismissing the jewel

-He just jumped off the roof without a thought

-That madlad

-Kou's body moved and he managed to reach and grab onto Hanako's legs to prevent his fall from the roof

-Hanako was a bit heavy so Kou was having trouble lifting him up and they were right at the edge

-Mitsuba grabbed onto Kou and they both were able to lift Hanako up to safety

-Kou was shocked at Hanako's sudden move

-Kou: "Why did you just risk your life for a bunch of flowers?!"

-He couldn't understand

-Hanako also let that jewel drop!

-Hanako: "These are important to you, no?"

-Kou was rendered speechless at Hanako's words

-What kind of thief was that considerate?

-Hanako: "I'm sure you wanted to give these to someone. Also, I got my equipment on me so I wouldn't have fell to my death but thank you anyways"

-Hanako handed the flowers back to Kou and took a bow

-A racket of footsteps and shouts came from the door leading to the rooftop

-Hanako: "Welp, time's up, my fellow gentlemen. Perhaps we'll meet again~"

-Hanako escaped using his smoke bomb as a smoke screen

-Kou and Mitsuba coughed through it and once the smoke cleared, Hanako was gone

-The door slammed open to reveal a frantic Akane, panicked Yashiro, and a curious Aoi

-Akane: "AAAAAA NOOOOO we're too late!"

-Kou: "Huh? What are you talking about?"

-Yashiro: "Hanako made off with the jewel!"

-Kou: "Wait but I saw the jewel drop down the building. I apologize about--"

-Akane: "That must have been a fake! I prepared fake copies but he saw through my plan and still stole them anyways. He already stole the real one when I wasn't looking, since it was in a different location. That bastard thief!"

-Kou:

-Kou: "HAAAH?! Wait, why didn't I know about this??"

-Mitsuba: "Ahhh drama between the police and the gem collector once again. Why do you guys think he managed to get away?"

-Aoi: "So the rumors about Hanako were true! He's a clever mastermind!"

-Akane: "Ao-chan praising that thief....oh no no no no no that charmer did not just--"

-(Inside Akane's head of delusional fantasies):

-Aoi: "Hanako-sama! Please take me with you!"

-Hanako: "My dear sweet lady, I shall come for you as my next prize~"

[They fly and get farther away as Akane runs after them]

-Akane: [reaches out] "AO-CHAN! NO WAIT I LOVE YOU!"

-Aoi: "Hm 1 point~. Farewell Akane-kun! Please forget about me. I'm eloping with him now ♡"

[End of delusion]

-Akane: 'AAAAAAAA NO THAT CANNOT HAPPEN! IT ALL BACKFIRED!! I should not have brought Ao-chan here...Now I gotta watch out for not just that Teru bastard but also him aaaargh!'

-They were all staring at Akane leaning against the wall, agonizing

-Akane: [mumbling] " 'If we met under different circumstances, we could have been friends' my ass you thief, not when you're flirting with Ao-chan you son of a-"

-Kou: "Uh...is he okay? He's been leaning against that wall, mumbling weird stuff"

-Aoi: "He'll be okay ♡. Akane-kun's a big boy"

-Mitsuba nudged Kou

-Mitsuba: "Minamoto-kun, there's something you want to do, right?"

Kou: "Huh? Oh! Right!"

-Kou approached Yashiro who was zoning out, looking a bit troubled

-Yashiro: [mumbling to herself] "Aah~ I can't believe I got lost again...it's a good thing I found Akane-kun and Aoi along the way"

-Kou: "Um! Senpai!"

-Yashiro snapped out of her thoughts

-Yashiro: "Me?"

-Kou: "My name is Minamoto Kou. I'm a new police officer in the workforce so I'll be in your care! These are for you!"

-Kou handed the pink flowers over to Yashiro

-Yashiro: [smiles brightly as she received them] "Thank you! They're so pretty! I think I've seen you around. I'm Yashiro Nene. It will be a pleasure working with you!"

-Kou flustered as steam came out of his head and his heart felt like an arrow shot through it

-He may have developed a slight crush

-Kou: "Y-you're welcome! And I-I look forward to it too!"

-Kou turned around to see Mitsuba, trying to distract himself

-Kou: "Mitsuba! Did you get any good pictures?"

-Mitsuba, taking a look at his camera, smiled to himself

-He had taken a few photos of Kou without him realizing

-Mistuba: "Mhm. I sure did~"

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-As Hanako walked casually through an alleyway, he heard footsteps coming closer and he stopped

-He didn't have to look back to know who it is

-This happened often enough after all

-Hanako smiled

-Hanako: "Of all the people who could actually capture me if serious, you sure don't really take me seriously."

-He turned anyways to face the person responsible for the noises

-Hanako: "Great detective Tsuchigomori."

-Tsuchigomori stood in the alleyway as Hanako figured, looking at him nonchalantly

-Hanako: "What is this, a game of catch and release?"

-Tsuchigomori: "Hmph so you really did go this way. There wouldn't be many people here after all. It's a good escape route."

-Hanako: "Why didn't you tell the police?"

-Tsuchigomori: "They need to learn for themselves. Seriously incompetent if they can't capture a single person. Besides, I realized there's more to your stealing. I haven't figured out why exactly though."

-Hanako: "Oho I see. So that's what you care about. Curious?"

-Tsuchigomori: "I'm too busy for that now. I have an apprentice to look after....who apparently got lost since she's supposed to be with me..."

-Hanako: "Oh? You have an apprentice?"

-Tsuchigomori: "I'm showing her the ropes for now. And then, she'll be taking over my place to capture you."

-Hanako: "What, great detective? Aw, I'll miss you! Things won't be the same"

-Tsuchigomori: "Oh don't worry. You'll find her to be quite a persistent one."

-Hanako: "Heh~ Interesting!"

-Hanako vanished from sight using his fancy garment and smoke bomb for the second time, saying one last thing.

-Hanako: "I'll keep that in mind."

[randomblog1981]

A day in the life of baby Jack

Words: 1129

Also on Ao3 (MaggieWJV)

Jack was getting used to Rowena turning him into a toddler, he didn’t mind, but he never seem to remember what happened when he was a kid.

He doesn’t remember how but he was a cute 2 and a half year old boy, wearing an oversized t-shirt.

“Okay, now auntie Rowena has to go” Rowena says after playing with him for an hour.

“I would turn you back to your teen self… but I haven’t caused the Winchester any trouble in a while, they might get used to and I can’t allow that” Jack stares at his aunt confused, he doesn’t know what she’s talking about, he just wants to keep playing.

“Play” he says and gives her a doll, Rowena smiles but refuses “I already spent to much playing, but don’t worry I’m pretty sure your dads are here” she grabs a glass and throws it into a wall, making a big crushing noise.

“What the hell was that?” Jack hears someone walking towards them.

“That’s my cue” Rowena gives Jack a kiss on the forehead and disappears.

He sees Dean and claps, Dean will play with him, he always has the most fun ideas.

“Daddean” that’s how he calls Dean instead of Daddy Dean, Dean lowers his view and sees Jack sitting in the floor, wearing a big t-shirt

“Oh man, I’m gonna kill that witch”

“Ant ‘Ena” Jack smiles, he knows his dad usually laughs when he calls Rowena an ant, but is not his fault he can't pronounce all the words.

“An ant I would like to step on”

“Play” Jack grabs the doll again and looks up to Dean.

Dean as usual just gives up, he did like spending time with baby Jack, but he doesn’t like dolls. He picks Jack up.

“What if we play our favorite game?” Dean says.

Oh, he knows what he’s talking about, is one of his favorites games, it’s called let’s wake up Sammy, he loves waking up his dad, Dean seems to enjoy it too.

“Sam” Jack squeals.

“Exactly”

Sam’s taking a nap after a long night up, he thinks he deserves one. Dean and Jack are outside his room, waiting.

“Okay, you know how this works, I’ll put you at his side, you just have to yell very loud in his ear. Got it?”

Jack nods like is the most important job in the world, even more important that killing God himself. They enter the room, Jack’s ready, Dean nods, giving him the signal.

“WAKKKKKK‘ AAAAAA” Jack screams while Dean laughs and Sam almost has a heart attack.

“Ahhhh!!” Sam wakes up, sitting up and searching everywhere, he sees Jack at his side and Dean laughing from the door. “Dean!”

“It wasn’t me” Dean keeps laughing.

“Daddy” Jack smiles at Sam, happy because he’s up now and he can play with him too. One look at the kid and Sam isn’t angry anymore, but he will get revenge later.

“Hello, angel” Sam smiles and scoops Jack into his arms, kissing all over his face. “Having fun?”

Jack nods and grabs his hair, one of the things he likes most about Sam, his long hair.

“Where’s Rowena?” Sam asks.

“I don’t know. She wasn’t even here when I found Jack”

Sam smiles looking at Jack playing with his hair.

“Someone needs clothes” Last time the guys had bought baby clothes for Jack. They thought about throwing them after Jack returned to normal but the clothes were cute and they kept it just in case.

Jack didn’t like the idea of clothes, he likes the t-shirt his wearing, he feels free and he can use it like a blanket too.

“No” Jack says.

“You don’t want clothes?” Sam asks.

“No” Jack repeats.

“Not even the Star Wars jammies?”

Jack thinks about it for a moment, he likes those pajamas and they are comfortable enough.

“Oki” Jack nods.

Now he has clothes on, he’s wandering around the bunker, his dads were discussing ‘adult stuff’ and he was bored, he just wants to play, but his toys aren't fun without a playmate. He looks around and sees something that caughts his attention, an outlet.

Jack doesn’t know why he wants to touch the outlet, now that’s at his level it seems attractive, he walks and puts his little hand on the wall staring at the outlet, there are little spaces just the size of his fingers, how would it feel to put his finger there, he wonders, he decides not to think about it to much and just do it, he’s about to, when someone yells.

“JACK, NO, COME HERE” Cas is the one who yells, Dean and Sam following him behind.

Jack doesn’t know why his dad yelled at him, he steps back confused and scared, he’s never seen Cas mad at him before. Tears start rolling down his cheeks, and he starts sobbing.

“I think you scared the kid” Dean picks Jack up, far from the outlet and safe in his arms.

Jack’s still crying and doesn’t know why. He just hides his head in Dean’s shoulder and sobs.

“Shh shh it’s okay, did meanie Cassie scared you?”

Jack nods still hiding his head.

“I’m sorry, Jack” Cas gets close to Dean and pets Jack’s hair. “I’m sorry I yelled I was scared, can you forgive me?”

Jack turns around, his teary eyes looking at Cas.

“Hug” he says and opens his arms at Cas.

“Of course, baby” Cas gives Jack a warm hug and a lot of kisses.

“You stole my Jack” Dean complains.

“We should get him to bed” Sam says taking Jack from Cas’ arms.

“Nap?” Jack asks.

“Yeah, nap” Sam gives Jack nose kisses.

“Damn he’s cute” Dean takes a picture. “How long is he gonna stay young?”

“Last time was 2 days” Cas answers. “But we don’t know what Rowena did”

“It doesn’t bother me honestly” Sam says.

“Me neither, except that I don’t change diapers” Dean says.

“So we aren’t gonna try to return him to normal?” Cas asks.

“Actually, this is normal, Jack’s 2 years after all”

“His birthday is in a few weeks” Sam smiles.

So yeah, they didn’t try to turn Jack back into a young adult. But when he woke up from his nap.

“How did my little angel sleep?” Sam opens the door with chocolate milk in a child cup.

“Good, I guess” Grown up Jack says. “Why do you have a child cup?”

“Mm… never mind, it’s good to have you back”

“Back? Rowena did it again, didn’t she?”

“Yep”

“Did Dean take photos?”

“You already know the answer” Sam laughs and turns back to the kitchen.

“WAIT” Jack says loudly from his room, Sam stops walking and pays attention.

“Is there more chocolate milk?”

[oh-theatre]

You Can't Force A Fairytale (Chapter 1)

Chapter title: Into The Unknown

A/n:  aaaaAAAAAA me starting another series?? but ofc!! I'm actually so excited because um yes! Also, this seems so confusing I'm sorry!! I'm trying AAAAAA!! Anyway, I hope you enjoy it, please please leave me comments!! Also!! Objection! is still going and will still be updated regularly (probs more than this tbh) I just really wanted to get this out 

also if this is confusing i understand, so please tell me and ill try and clear it out!

words: 2064

summary: Virgil is suddenly thrown into this magical world of kingdoms and royalty. Coming from the modern world into this fairytale land isn’t easy but he meets some eccentric people. He has to collect 3 amulets from three princes to return home. The loveable Prince Logan, the radiant Prince Roman, and the passionate Prince Patton. Of course, all fairytale have dark and evil just wafting through… It definitely isn’t what Virgil expected to get up to during his winter break…if it even was winter here

pairings: Eventual logicality, eventual prinxiety, eventual demus, eventual remile (These might change but for now im love them)

warnings: bow and arrow, violence, injuries, magic, swearing

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“Come on!” Patton squeals as his horse simply races faster. He takes a step stabilizing himself as he takes upon the holster. He looks behind him, steadying his bow as his eyes make contact with one of the king's men. He aims a little lower, firing away instantly grabbing the reins of his horse. He smiles giddy allowing himself to take a right turn into the forest, disappearing in the ember trees ablaze with a fiery passion.

“You're going to get caught one day” Logan chides helping Patton down from his steed, Patton laughs falling comfortably into his arms, his boots landing on the rough terrain. “Pat, it's not funny!”

“No, it’s not” Patton pouts, hardly keeping his giggles under control. “I’m sorry, it's just ah! The excitement!” Patton keeps a hold on Logan’s hand, their gloves keeping them apart. The rustle of leaves alerting them as they reseat themselves upon Nork. “My liege” Patton teases, Logan flicks him gently wrapping his arms around Patton's waist. A shivered tickle runs down Patton, Logan lays his head on the prince’s shoulder.

“Ready” Logan tightens his grip, nervous even though he'd been on the horse a million times, Patton allows his face to dust a light pink.

“Giddyup!” He taps the reins lightly, and off they go. “Try and come after us now...your highness” He mocks sweetly, Logan laughs simply deepening his hold.

~~~

“Ow, my head” Virgil groans sitting up, his body feeling heavier than it had. His clutches the ground around him seizing as the grass tickles his fingers carefully. “What the…” He watches the world around him, realizing the snow had disappeared and the roof keeping him safe to play games all day was gone. Panic set in but he allows it to be surface level, don’t let it dig through you...don’t let it.

“Are you alright?” Virgil didn’t mean to jump but the voice had felt embodied. Like if it was in his head of sorts, but alas. Virgil fears what might come should he look up but does so anyway, meeting a curious young boy around his own age. “Oh! I’m sorry! I hadn’t meant to startle you!” His voice was so...posh? His clearly English accent felt so sophisticated, Virgil was embarrassed to speak. His gruff mumbles nothing compared. “I’m Dolion” The boy extends his hand, allowing Virgil to caution his way towards it.

“Virgil” He greets, dusting himself off. Should he have done that? What if this kid was trying to murder him? He takes a breath, reminding himself of what his therapist had told him should he find himself in a dire situation. Being transported millions of ways from home definitely qualified, right? “D-do you know where we are?” He wonders, still taking in his surroundings. Dolion shakes his head, looking just as confused.

“Peculiar” The boy decides, picking up a small flower. The yellow radiated from his hand before exploding shortly after. The boys jumped back, fear upon their faces.

“What the actual hell?” Virgil questions, now much more aware of where his feet were. “What was that?” He murmurs, treading lightly as he joins Dolion, examining the remains.

“I have absolutely no idea” He replies, his hand grazing the grass, more curious than frightened. “Oh...my! Virgil look!” Dolion taps incessantly, Virgil turns ready to condemn him but his eyes fall widening as they lay upon a castle.

“Holy…” Virgil trails off, he must be dreaming. Quickly rubbing his eyes he takes a deep breath. Ok, scenarios. One; he was kidnapped. Two; He’s dreaming. Three; He’s been drugged.  This couldn’t be real? When had his breathing felt short, hold on...focus? “Eyes” He mumbles

“Eyes?” Dolion repeats, Virgil shakes his head, the world becoming less of a blurry image.

“Sorry, I’m good” He lies “Let’s just figure out where the fuck we are” How he was so calm? It had to be the weird aura the floated softly over the land, he felt...at home

I gotta get out of here

…

Wherever here is

~~~

“Mm tired” Patton mumbles, his eyes barely fluttering as Nork continues slowly. Logan nods hopping off of the horse, steadying himself as he leads them over to a sheltered cove. Patton falters awake, sliding off the horse carefully, allowing Logan to snake his arm around his waist. “Thank you Lo” He mutters sweetly, Logan nods keeping him stable.

“Of course, you should get some rest. You’ve been at it for hours” Logan advises, setting Patton down in a bed of leaves, the twigs barely poking the surface of his cloak. Logan goes to his neck, a quick rush as he realizes something is missing. Patton hears his quick shuffles, opening his eyes.

“Logan? What is it?” Patton sits up, his demeanor becomes alert as Logan’s eyes dart frantically around.  

“My amulet, it’s gone” He identifies, Patton jumps up taking a shoulder, allowing comfort to seep through him, knowing full well his next words aren’t going to do so.

“No its not” He mumbles pulling his bow, his arrow pointed down as he examines the terrain. “Logan, move very slowly” He warns, the prince nods. He aims his arrow, allowing it to fly through the air, knocking something out of a tree. “Who’s there?!” He questions

“Patton” Just a distraction. Patton turns quickly, to find Logan isn’t where he left him. He simply watches as two men grab hold of Logan, doing the same to him on his end. His bow clatters to the ground as he struggles.

“Logan!” He cries, fighting against the brute forces that hold him. “Let him go!” He begs, he could care less what happens to him. But Logan had done nothing wrong. Soon the world silences as slow steps crunch upon the forest leaves.

“Hello Patton” The voice, as always, was deep. Not formal enough, but authoritative as it spoke.

“Your majesty” Patton seethes, Logan hates the sound. He knows it’s only reserved for certain people, but even then never should something so awful fall from Patton’s mouth. “Let him go!” He tries once more, the king has to admire his resilience. A swift kick and a graceful twirl and Patton could have these men staring down his bow but that would put Logan in danger.

“You know what you have to do Patton, it's really quite simple” The king smiles, evil drips from his perfectly punctured face.

“I’ll go with you just, please… let him go” He surrenders, his eyes watching Logan, the prince shakes his head. The prince doesn’t need his help but it was easier to go down without a fight. The king snaps and Logan topples to the ground, his knees sink into the dewed grass.

“Your father misses you dearly Prince Logan” The king turns now, facing a recovering Logan.

“I doubt that” He mumbles, the king laughs. A bellowed sound as he snaps once more. “My amulet?” He requests, the king mutters but with a flick of his fingers, a deep blue amulet returns to its rightful place around Logan’s neck.

“Take him home” He instructs, Patton pulls more, tugging as hard as he can. “Now now, don’t make this worse” The king mocks. Patton sighs defeated, his gaze never moving from where Logan is. A quick look is shared between the pair as Logan is promptly stuffed into the back of a carriage, ill find you again. “Now him” The king points, Patton stands shaking off the men. He grumbles as he kicks the floor beneath him, following the king to a separate carriage. He looks around making sure the area is clear as the rest of the people pile in. He waves his hands swiftly, watching as his bow disappears behind a cloud of glistening mist. He smirks triumphant, taking his place next to the king, trying to drown out the sounds of Nork whining for him as they attach him to the carriage.

~~~

“Are we there yet?” Virgil moans, Dolion stops turning to him. His head cocks.

“There where?” Dolion questions “I hadn’t realized we had a set destination” Dolion quips, at first Virgil found his naivety charming, adorable even but now? Now it was getting on his nerves. They had no idea where they were, they didn’t even know each other. Virgil had to wonder why he felt so calm, maybe it hadn’t set in. Or maybe he knew truly deeply, he was dreaming. He had to be. He also had to be distracted as he lunges forward tripping over a newly appeared rock.  

“Ow..” He grumbles, sitting up. Dolion catches up to him, kneeling beside him.

“Are you alright?” He asks for what seems like the millionth time. He helps him stand once more. “That’s odd, that wasn’t there before” He turns, Virgil follows his gaze realizing the entire scene had changed. Not even a moment ago they had been traversing through an open field yet somehow...they now seemed intertwined in a dark forest. Looming trees watching their every move. The shadows were already uneasy but the hidden rustles of movement didn’t help.

It also didn’t help that nothing felt real, Virgil almost couldn’t feel his innards. Typically he’d be freaking out, but instead, he felt defiant. As if he should have a sword in his hand, ready to fight his way to victory.

What the hell is wrong with me?

“Oh, you’re not from around here, are you?” Virgil was going to need people to stop doing that. He jerks his body towards the source, feeling Dolion mimic his movement. It took a moment to adjust as the light settled and the mist cleared. A bright pink cloud disappeared as a figure descended gracefully landing upon a clearing. Talk about sensory overload, Virgil blinks. The figure was dressed from head to toe in a mixture of pink and brown. His clothes flying around him, as he himself simply was. Glasses sat atop his nose, drooping ever so often, little crinkles as he smiles through their conversation.  “Oh! I’m sorry! I hadn’t meant to startle you!”

“I’m not..startled” Virgil pouts, crossing his arms against his chest.

“I’m Emile” He greets moving forwards, Dolion marvels as he doesn’t walk but...hovers. He whisks his wand and finally plants himself on the ground. He waves it once more, Virgil watches as the glitter follows him, dancing around him before disappearing leaving his head clear.

“What are you? Some kind of fairy godmother?” Virgil mocks, Emile laughs a sickeningly sweet sound.

“More like a fairy godfather!” He exclaims delighted, Virgil’s frown stays. “I’m here to help you!” He smiles, Virgil wonders how long it’s going to take until he gets sick of that. Nobodies’ teeth should be that white.

“I just wanna go home” Virgil begs, feeling now how desperate he is. His entire body exhausted as it trails behind him. His eyes plead softly as they meet Emiles. The fairy figure pouts sadly, his glasses drooping “Can you help us?” Emile hesitates but nods

“Of course i -“ Another poof as a darker cloud surrounds the forest, another figure appears. His hair falls into his face covering his eyes, a grey streak lining it. He wears an extravagant outfit mixed with black and greens, a mischievous smile. Around his neck lay a simple necklace with a name engraved; Remus

“And then Emile the fairy godfather said ‘No fuck you’” Remus narrates lazily, Emile groans but slowly his eyes grow wide. Virgil jumps right into Dolion, the boy keeping him steady. “Yeah hi,” Remus waves, Dolion waves back, an intrigued smile spreads.

“Prince Remus! What are you doing here?” Emile inquires, Remus turns to the fairy figure cocking his head.

“It's not prince anymore” He hardens, something raw about it. “And Im...not entirely sure. I was hoping you could help me” Remus says honestly, Emile nods waving his wand hoping something should occur.

“I don't...I don't understand” Emile dims, his gaze falling towards the floor.

“And so, a newly discouraged Emile and two confused travelers would embark on their journey” Remus recites, quickly covering his mouth. “I...I don't know where that came from” He admits. Virgil sighs, comfortably allowing his head to fall upon Dolion's shoulder. The other boy not sure why, but he doesn't mind the gesture.

“And now the show begins” He mutters as the group ready themselves, for the unknown.

[madwitch7]

⚠️🔥 THIS WAS VERY HOT! EVERYONE MUST PROCEED WITH CAUTION 🔥⚠️

He may or may not have let it happen instead of offering you the blanket on his other side so that you would nudge into his side a little.

Sneaky...

Bucky is legit that "ew what's that? A hug? Disgusting! Do it again!"

lf Bucky even captures the slightest sign of you faltering or stumbling, he’ll make sure he is just within reach in case you need him to fall into. Literally and figuratively. Like your safe haven.

Softy, he's a big softy for the ones he loves.

And sometimes a look was enough. He didn’t even have to smile at you – thank God he didn’t – but sometimes you would frantically look around and your eyes would fall on Bucky (after he swiftly inserted himself into your sight) and your shoulders would sag. You’d give him a tight smile and return to your task with your mind at ease. He sometimes chuckled at just how easy it was to make you relax.

M, stop... WHY AM I TEARY?!

You purse your lips to stop the devious smile tugging at them, knowing that a powerful and trained Super Soldier wouldn’t let himself be pulled into a bed by a flimsy piece of fabric, unless he wanted to. So you bury your face into his shoulder and squeeze him as his scents engulfs you, warmth glowing against you like a furnace.

I want cuddles too 🥲

“Sure I can! Oh, come on… I have to defend my honour now. I can easily pull an all-nighter.” You try to sound convincing, but Bucky raises his brows in an unimpressed glare.

This me, I can't be up all night even if my life depends on it!

“I don’t know,” and he doesn’t really care. He isn’t here to watch a movie, he is here to drag you to bed when you inevitably fall asleep.

WHY SO SWEET?

“Isn’t that a kids movie?” He frowns.

“It’s a fucking masterpiece.”

Yep, she knows what's up.

Also the idea of watching Tangled with Buck?? Yes ma'am

“You buy into that whole grumpy guy, sunshine girl -bullshit?” he grumbles, judgement clear in his voice as his stare remains on the bright screen.

Aaaaaa who's gonna tell him? 🤣

“I’m the sunshine in this relationship, you know,” Bucky mutters after a long silence and you snort a laugh, making him chuckle as soon as he hears your delight.

Sure......

“What are you reading? Didn’t hear me come in?” he asks, slowly walking over and crossing his arms over his chest. He looks like he already knows, his dominant glower at your hunched frame in the corner of the couch challenging you. Lie to me, I dare you, his eyes seem to say as they glitter with mischief.

Me all smiley reading this

And there you are. This wonderful, comfortable, beautiful person. Always teasing him, making his life better by making it worse.

I can't with your writing, like, it's too good, I wanna cry 🥺

He clarifies, “I mean the book. The scene – is that what you want?”

I mean, are you volunteering sir?

“I’m suggesting,” he drawls, his voice having deepened, “that you spread your legs for me.”

Sure, you had well over three-hundred pages of foreplay, but also well over three-hundred pages of trust to shatter with one stupid decision. However, you cannot currently find one good reason – not a single one – not to risk it all for him.

I can't properly express how much I love it, how your writing evokes emotions and is so damn fluid and just perfect!

“I bet that book warmed you up for me, didn’t it?”

Sir...

His finger start peeling at the fabric and you wiggle your hips impatiently, ready to raise them and serve him.

Something flashes across his face, a determination of some sorts, and he gives a quick nudge upward with his chin. And order. Raise your hips.

Serve me.

FOR ALL I CARE SLAP ME IN THE FACE WITH THIS FUCKING WRITING, SHOVE IT DOWN MY THROAT AND CHOKE ME MA'AM!

“If we do this – if you let me between your legs – it will not be the one time. I will be coming back for seconds and you will be coming, too. A lot. Tonight. Tomorrow. A week from now. This is it.”

I don't even have the energy to express myself anymore... my brain is short circuiting.

It’s sinful, the protective, passive and gorgeous Bucky Barnes on his knees for you. Capable of destruction and so much violence, unrelenting towards everyone and a grump in his social life – but he’s on his knees for you.

“Tomorrow,” he licks his lips clean, eyes shimmering with delight, “you’re going to read that chapter to me. And you’re going to sit on my face while you do so. If you manage to keep reading, I’ll make sure you keep coming.”

YOU MISS THING HAD NO RIGHT DOING THAT, FINISHING THIS WAY??? HOW DARE YOU?

I'm bewildered! I'm speechless! I'm a fucking mess and I am I don't even know what, I lost my big girl words x.x

From the title to the tags, up to down, left to right.

I loved the three-hundred pages of build up of the book being an allusion to their relationship up to this point.

I loved this very much ❤️

Bucky Barnes | One Shot | Okay

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Plot: Bucky always makes sure his best friend is okay, because that is what you need. He's caring, but very passive and nonchalant, because you need it. Not him. He doesn't need that. He doesn't need you. Does he?

Warnings: 18+. Fluff and smut.

Words: 5,8OO

Your head is feeling heavy. Heavier than normal. The mellow music in the background, the rumble of the voices of your trusted friends around you and the warmth radiating from Bucky pressed against your side, all make you feel like you might go cross-eyed if you continue to pry your eyes open when they so desperately want to close.

It has been a busy week of non-stop assignments. You got up early every morning to prepare and brief each other towards the operation, then tiring yourself out during the complicated missions that required most people on the team to get involved, and if you were lucky, you’d be home just in time to collapse into your puffy bed, unable to crawl under the sheets or change your clothes. It was incredibly fun to let out your energy and be together with the entire team again, but the week is catching up to you and Natasha’s idea of having a ‘boozy night in’ backfired greatly.

Your muscles are tight with tension and your cheeks are glowing with fatigue. But you have buried yourself in the corner of the couch, Bucky’s frame blocking you from the rest, so you can comfortably swim in the atmosphere of peace and relaxation around you. As fun as the back-to-back missions had been, there were a few close calls and you never really process the relief that comes from getting out alive until all of you are sat together, talking, laughing and most importantly… unharmed.

“I’m not carrying you to bed,” Bucky grumbles under his breath, taking another swig of his beer as he keeps his eyes on Thor who is telling some strange story about a man made of stone and a creature made of blubber. You kind of clocked out after the words ‘sex club on this purple-blue planet’, which was shame because you wanted to know what it was, but you couldn’t possibly comprehend those stories at this hour.

“Yeah, I know. Just… Just wake me up,” you murmur, your voice soft and breathy as you tilt your head to rest on his shoulder, the soft jitters of his arm making you hum in delight. The bulging pressure of Bucky’s frame against your side has you struggling not to bury yourself into him as far as you possibly can.

Your best friend sighs softly, biting back a smile when you nominate him to cuddle up against. He might not be someone who likes to touch and be touched, but you always found your sneaky little ways to make him tolerate it. He couldn’t possibly pry his sleepy friend off him to fend for herself when she can barely form a coherent sentence, could he?

“Alright. I’m waking you up. Go to bed,” he orders, his voice strict, and you sit up before he can shake you off. Swallowing hard, you pry your eyes open with all your might, making Bucky turn his head to you with eyebrows raised in amusement at your devastating state.

He had already noticed earlier how your heartbeat had slowed to a heavy thump, your breathing evening out and the goosebumps appearing on your skin as the heat seeped from your body with the last remnants of your energy. He may or may not have let it happen instead of offering you the blanket on his other side so that you would nudge into his side a little. Bucky, too, found comfort in making sure his friends were around and well after a week as intense as the one they just had.

Especially you. You always have your shit together and manage just fine – in your own way that sometimes had Bucky baffled, but it seemed to work for you. Yet somehow he wanted you to relax around him. It wasn’t something he realised until it had sort of already happened, but he wanted to be the person that would allow you to let your guard down. And he is. If Bucky even captures the slightest sign of you faltering or stumbling, he’ll make sure he is just within reach in case you need him to fall into. Literally and figuratively. Like your safe haven.

And sometimes a look was enough. He didn’t even have to smile at you – thank God he didn’t – but sometimes you would frantically look around and your eyes would fall on Bucky (after he swiftly inserted himself into your sight) and your shoulders would sag. You’d give him a tight smile and return to your task with your mind at ease. He sometimes chuckled at just how easy it was to make you relax.

But never would Bucky admit that he needs to see that look of ease on your face or he will crumble and fall into a pit of disfunction. He doesn’t want to think about what would happen if something ever were to happen to you. He doesn’t need anyone. He never did. He’s just making sure you’re okay, because you need it.

“Yeah…” you mutter and push to a stand, blinking rapidly to fight the sleep in your body as you ready yourself to make way to your bed.

“I knew you’d be the first to fold!” Thor bellows with a laugh, his story interrupted and everyone turning to you, and you wave him a dismissive hand as you drag your feet over the carpet.

“We can’t all be tireless Gods,” you retort with a little less fire in your voice than you intended, making everyone breathe different octaves of soft laughs.

But you stumble over your feet, or maybe someone else’s, and fall into Steve’s lap with a gasp. He quickly steadies you with broad hands on your waist and Bucky is on his feet instantly. His hands wrap around your shoulders as he steers you away from the group.

“That’s enough outta you. Come on, sweetheart.” Bucky chuckles and you sway lightly as he walks you to your room. Falling face first into your bed, Bucky grimaces at you with a disapproving shake of his head, peeling your shoes off.

“You have got to start making your bed,” he scolds you as you crawl up to the pillows and he throws the duvet over you.

“Just because you’re a neurotic Super Soldier with endless amounts of energy to make your goddamn bed, doesn’t mean you get to judge my life style.” Your grumble is close to incoherent and open your arms wide, “Now shut up and come cuddle.”

“Absolutely not.” He huffs, but you catch onto the sleeve of his blue Henley, pulling him towards the bed. He stumbles and topples over you, giving you a death glare as he raises his face, but you quickly capture him under the blanket and crawl into his side.

You purse your lips to stop the devious smile tugging at them, knowing that a powerful and trained Super Soldier wouldn’t let himself be pulled into a bed by a flimsy piece of fabric, unless he wanted to. So you bury your face into his shoulder and squeeze him as his scents engulfs you, warmth glowing against you like a furnace.

“Such a baby,” you mumble and wait for his stiffness to dissipate, humming softly when he gives in by wrapping his metal arm around your back and stroking his flesh fingers through your hair.

“I hate you,” he grumbles and sinks down, both of you laying in a heap of limbs into the softness of your bed as you finally let the endless depths of your subconscious submerge you.

As long as you’re okay.

…

“You okay, Buck?” you ask with a gentle frown when see him slump from his bathroom with a towel around his neck. He’s wearing simple leisure wear, nothing more than some sweats and a white t shirt and it makes your insides warm with how huggable he looks. Though it seems that if anyone needs the hug, it’s him.

“Yeah. Just a rough few nights.”

“Hmm…” you hum softly and turn on the sofa to face him. “Wanna watch movies tonight instead of trying to fall asleep?”

“All night?”

“Sure. Yeah, why not?”

“You can’t stay up all night…” he drawls, reining in the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. You cheer silently at the sight and the first hint of his happiness.

“Sure I can! Oh, come on… I have to defend my honour now. I can easily pull an all-nighter.” You try to sound convincing, but Bucky raises his brows in an unimpressed glare.

“Liar.”

“So, you’re in?” you ask hopefully and you can see the soldier faltering.

“Can’t be worse than staring at my ceiling,” he admits with a shrug and flings the towel to the side before slumping into the sofa next to you. This side of the compound was usually empty around this time, most of the crew having retreated to bed or having settled to hang out in one of the larger common rooms. But Bucky and you enjoyed basking in each others’ silence sometimes, a little further away from the group. Not that you are the silent type. But Bucky doesn’t mind.

“What kind of movies do you like?” you ask him, already flicking through the multiple apps on the TV that could stream your next movie.

“I don’t know,” and he doesn’t really care. He isn’t here to watch a movie, he is here to drag you to bed when you inevitably fall asleep. He’d pretty much watch anything. It’s not that you fall asleep all the time and he is like the babysitter to send you to bed, but he rarely slept the way you could, so he always ended up the last to be awake. Little does Bucky know, you rarely sleep the way you do when Bucky is around.

“What do you mean you ‘don’t know’? Aren’t you supposed to have a list of movies to watch to fit into this century?” you frown up at him, referring to his little culture list in Steve’s old notebook.

“Steve’s book? Yeah, no. That would be a list of my victims,” he tells you dryly and you punch his arm, making him chuckle. You truly are the only one he can joke to about that. He would choke the life out of most people for referring to something so personal, but the traumas that constantly seem to roil and simmer inside of him, quiet down to a quiet lake of emotion whenever you touch upon it. His bones and muscles slacken when you merge gently with his old pains.

“Alright, funny man. What’s it going to be? Action or Disney?”

“Disney? Really?” His brows relax when he looks at you, a stoic look on his face to dare you to get him to watch a Disney movie.

“You know the fairy tale of Rapunzel?” You grin like a fucking child at him and he narrows his stare to stop the alternative from creeping up on his features.

“Yes…” He retreats his face warily as he waits for you to elaborate on your bold choice.

“Oh, you’re going to love Tangled!”

“Isn’t that a kids movie?” He frowns.

“It’s a fucking masterpiece.”

…

“You’re drooling over a cartoon,” he mumbles, eyes still on the screen.

“Flynn is the love of my life. Now shut up,” you spit at him, fumbling a full claw op popcorn from his lap as you watch intently. Bucky’s breath hitches at the faint rumble above his crotch and he scrunches his eyes shut for a moment, deciding to redirect his energy from between his legs to teasing you further.

“You buy into that whole grumpy guy, sunshine girl -bullshit?” he grumbles, judgement clear in his voice as his stare remains on the bright screen.

You turn to him with you mouth hanging open and a stupid heat creeping up your cheeks. How does he know about that? Something that specific…

“How do you…?” you stammer and he gives you an unimpressed glare.

“Read some of your books and saw some shit on the internet.”

“What side on the internet are you on?” you question him further, attention no longer on the animated motion picture. You’ll get back to the book thing, not yet ready to confront him about that. There are more important matters at hand.

“What do you mean?” he feigns a frown with a playful smirk and you narrow your eyes at him suspiciously. This stubborn, innocent and old man would not indulge into modern culture. Surely, not…

“N-never mind…” you mutter after a brief silence. You decide not to even try and explain the different sides of the internet to your friend.

“I’m the sunshine in this relationship, you know,” Bucky mutters after a long silence and you snort a laugh, making him chuckle as soon as he hears your delight.

“Obviously.”

…

Curled up on the sofa, you pull your knees up to your chest, nose buried so far into your book, you can’t see anything but the black words on the worn pages. You should know better than to read this …filth in public, but the chapter snuck up on you and you can’t. stop. reading.

He dropped to his knees, eyes drawn up to watch her as his palms slid up the back of her calves. Slowly, so slowly, his hands glided further and further up until they slipped under the hem of her dress. Fuck – you’ve waited over three-hundred pages for this. His mouth came closer and the pounding between her legs increased with every inch he stole from between them. She remembered his lips. The feel of them on her own. Oh, to feel them somewhere else… doing that thing with his tongue. Her knees nearly buckled, if it weren’t for his stare pinning her down.

“Hey.”

You nearly fling the book to the other side of the smaller common room at the sound of Bucky’s voice and clench your thighs to will the pounding between your own legs to settle down already. But your wide eyes have already been caught by Bucky and his brows are raised with amusement, the crinkles in his face not helping your little situation.

“What are you reading? Didn’t hear me come in?” he asks, slowly walking over and crossing his arms over his chest. He looks like he already knows, his dominant glower at your hunched frame in the corner of the couch challenging you. Lie to me, I dare you, his eyes seem to say as they glitter with mischief.

“No. Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in,” you easily deflect his first question. “You and your trained sneaking methods.”

Closing the book and hiding it in your lap, you swallow hard as if resetting your feelings, the whining disappointment of being interrupted in the middle of that scene.

“What are you reading?” he tries again and you remain your empty gaze on him, thinking so hard of any answer to give him.

“A book.”

“Duh. What kind of book?”

“…Romance.”

“Romance?”

“Yes.”

He stays silent for a moment, his gaze rolling over your features. It isn’t often he allows himself the pleasure of someone else’s discomfort, but it is just too fun with you. And he isn’t stupid. He had to wait in your room once while you were still taking a shower, because you are always so slow when you shower, and he couldn’t help but snoop a little at the time. There was a time he used to enjoy reading a lot, it helped him get more familiar with all the languages he was trained in. Though he had never considered the light and bright storylines that were scattered through your bookcases. Bored, he had leafed through one of them and halted abruptly when his trained eye caught some disturbingly distinct words that he had only seem in a porn site search bar.

So he knows the kind of books you read and has to rein in his wonder at the balls you had for reading that in public, rein in his chuckle because of course you would get a kick out of reading that shit in public. Bucky never thought you were the innocent type, he knows better than that. The dirty nonsense that would leave your mouth after a drink, or when you’re too tired to think of the consequences, told him plenty.

He liked it. Bucky didn’t really allow himself to indulge in fantasies like you could and hadn’t been able to admit to his preferences when you asked him about it those few times. He had done some sexual stuff after returning from Wakanda, but it had always been a bit hasty and vanilla, too uncomfortable for his liking. He silently curses himself, because of course he is uncomfortable. It’s a trait he might never shed, but the things he would do if he could just let loose for once. That thought alone could send his cock skyward.

“You’re reading porn again, aren’t you?” He cocks an eyebrow at you and you let out a nervous laugh, opening your mouth to say something, but deciding against lying in the end.

“Way to expose me, Barnes.” You roll your eyes and he grins widely at you.

“It’s the way you are pressing your legs together that is exposing you, sweetheart,” he taunts, his voice having dropped an octave, and you stiffen at his words. Bucky has never acknowledged anything sexual, even when you so openly talk about it all the time, and it surprises you how natural it sounds rolling off his tongue.

“I wasn’t doing that,” you murmur, a tad shy all of a sudden.

Bucky tilts his head at you. “You telling me you’re not thoroughly turned on right now?”

“Bucky!”

“Oh, come on! Indulge me,” he nudges your knee with his metal hand and it shoots electricity up the limb to flutter in your belly. “Read it to me.”

“What?”

“Show me what the hype of written porn is about.” He shrugs and leans sideways against the back of the sofa, crossing his arms over his chest. “I can’t imagine it is better than watching it on video.”

He’s lying. Bucky likes porn as much as most men, but it is a quick fix. He can definitely see the appeal in dragging out the build up and reading from someone’s point of view. But admitting that wouldn’t get you all squirmy and uncomfortable and he finds he quite likes to tease you about this stuff. You always tease him, why not return the favour?

“Absolutely not,” you breathe.

“Pussy.”

“Bucky, I am not reading porn to you, are you insane?!”

But Bucky has already noticed your determined answer and he is too impatient to play this out a bit longer, so he quickly snatches the book from your hold and dives off the sofa, almost roaring a laugh at the impossibly slow response time you have to his actions.

Opening the book to the last page you ended on, he increases the distance between you as his eyes search the words. “She remembered his lips. The feel of them on her own. Oh, to feel them somewhere else… doing that thing with his tongue. Her knees nearly buckled, if it weren’t for his stare pinning her down,” he starts, his voice husky as he reads. “His eyes darkened as they finally landed on her throbbing, warm, aching –”

“Bucky!”

“ –cunt,” he smirks and tries to focus on the words in front of him, even though he suddenly realises who he is picturing as the girl in the book, his brain having latched onto the first person in his thoughts. “She felt as if she might pass out when she felt the fiery trail that the tip of his tongue traced up her bare thigh. So slow, so painfully slow. She couldn’t help the pulsating wave contracting her weeping pussy, another when he dragged his index finger through her folds.” Fuck, this fucking book. “His cock twitched at the feeling of her and the simple sound of the hitch in her breath. He couldn’t help but dip his finger in slightly. Just to test the waters, feel her around his digit. Scorching hot and fluttering with need…” Bucky drifts off.

“Bucky, please stop?” You ask him and his eyes, dark and heavy, snap to your frame on the couch. Your voice has dropped significantly and Bucky can’t help but notice the strangeness in your tone, pleading him to stop reading. Not because you’re embarrassed, no, but because it was turning you on.

And Bucky can’t help but let his nostrils flare as he inhales deeply, the air around him thick with your arousal. He can’t possibly make the distinction of whether you are turned on by the book, or by him, but he finds himself slowly caring less. Something tugs at him again. In his chest, his belly, his cock.

You’re uncomfortable. Horny and uncomfortable, aching and needy. He can read it on your face. And Bucky’s protective instinct can’t help but instantly want to make sure you’re feeling better. As opposed to the normal situations, a back rub, a nap, or a glass of water won’t help you this time.

And there you are. This wonderful, comfortable, beautiful person. Always teasing him, making his life better by making it worse. And something he hasn’t realised until now, a person who is completely and utterly… sexy. That sparkle in your eyes, those fleshy thighs, your lips, your hair, your everything. And your mind, especially. How it takes his body nothing to instantly respond to you, like an answer to your call.

Right now, you are calling again. Calling for pleasure and relief. Bucky’s legs stiffen to stop him from marching over and answering that call like he answers all the others.

“I’ll stop,” he replies stoically, shutting the book gently and walking over to you. He reaches out the book for you to take, but when your hands, albeit hesitantly, wrap around the cover, Bucky doesn’t let go and tugs both your hands to him slightly. “Is that what you want?”

His eyes are piercing into yours and you nod frantically, “Yes, I can’t take you reading any longer.”

He clarifies, “I mean the book. The scene – is that what you want?”

Your brows pull together and you search his face, disappointed to be unable to read it. “To have someone eat me out? Yeah… I can’t say I would mind it.”

Those words, followed by your breathy chuckle has Bucky’s fingers curl until his nails dig into the cover of the book. You talked about sex with him sometimes, but to hear you name such a filthy and delicious act so plainly? He doesn’t know how much more he can take. Is that what you felt when you heard him read? Because he will read you a bedtime story every night if this is how it makes you feel.

Bucky reluctantly lets go of the book and takes a seat on the other side of the sofa, running his hand through his hair as he takes a deep breath.

“Then why not go and get it?” he asks, staring ahead even if he feels your eyes burn into his side.

“No one will live up to the expectations of a book, Bucky,” you sigh and Bucky hates his name on your lips like that. Filled with disappointment. Absolutely hates it.

“Sure they do,” he shrugs and finally decides to face you, “all you need is that build-up.”

You swallow hard and your chest freezes with an inhale. “A build-up?”

“Yes,” he hums. “Those three-hundred pages of tension, a little teasing, some dirty talk…”

You roll your eyes with a low laugh. “Right. How realistic of you, Bucky.”

He likes that tone a lot more. His name from your mouth like that. Like he might be one of your favourite people. “Easy to get, sweetheart. We have a whole lot more than three-hundred pages under our belt.”

The nickname and the simple insinuation of his words make you curl up tighter in the cushions. You do. You have plenty of build-up. Plenty of teasing and tension, as far as you are concerned. But you never considered your friend to have experienced the same thing. You felt like a burden to him, always seeking him out and him grumbling as he helped you. But you could endlessly wonder. Or you could ask. Who is he to be putting you on the spot?

“What are you suggesting, Bucky?” you ask, even daring to sit up and lean in closer slightly. You should have expected him to not recoil too easily though. He wouldn’t even show you a weakness, despite your close relationship. No, he would lean into whatever you would give him.

“I think you know what it is I’m suggesting.”

You leap. Fuck it. “Say it.”

“You really want me to say it out loud?”

“Would I be reading books if I didn’t?”

He laughs at that, his lids lowering when his gaze narrows back in on you. His hand, draped over the back of the couch, is so close to your shoulder. He licks his lips.

“Say it,” you repeat.

“I’m suggesting,” he drawls, his voice having deepened, “that you spread your legs for me.”

You can’t believe it. Can’t believe he just said that. And how it sounded so natural, something you never expected. But you swallow the primitive response to his words that has your whole body reeling. You will play his part. You will find out just how far Bucky is willing to take his bluff. Sure, you had well over three-hundred pages of foreplay, but also well over three-hundred pages of trust to shatter with one stupid decision. However, you cannot currently find one good reason – not a single one – not to risk it all for him.

So you spread your legs for him.

His eyes widen slightly, an outside power pulling his sight down to the very core that you’ve exposed to him. He didn’t think it was possible, but his mouth waters, the absence of your taste on his lips grating his nerves. He drags his eyes back to yours, only to see you surveying him closely.

“Everyone is out. If I do this…” his voice is low and descends into a rasp.

“No going back,” you finish for him.

“I don’t want to go back.” There is no mistaking his words, his tone clear.

“Me neither.”

“Tell me,” he orders, his warm palms wrapping around your ankles, his thumbs stroking the skin of your shins. Even the metal is warm. Your breathing deepens and becomes heavier.

“I don’t want to go back,” you say. “I want this.”

“What? What do you want?” he asks, surely testing how far you’ll be willing to go with your confessions. You stay quiet, your eyes peering down into his as his hands slowly stroke up your spread legs, his fingertips grazing underneath the fabric of your shorts. “You want my tongue between your legs?”

Your pussy convulses at his words and you swallow hard. Fucking hell.

“Bucky.” It’s a whisper.

“I bet that book warmed you up for me, didn’t it?” he croons and you nod stiffly. “I wonder if it’s enough. I wonder if I need to spread you open a bit further.” His thumbs dig into inside of your upper thighs, spreading you open more. You pulse in answer, your chest rising and falling deeply.

“Why don’t you try and find out?”

Bucky snickers softly, shaking his head slightly in disbelief. “And there I was, thinking you’d be innocent.”

“You never thought I was innocent,” you breathe, the circling of his thumbs against your skin distracting you. More slick gathers between your legs and you wonder if Bucky can spot it through your shorts.

“Let’s just say I never thought I’d get to see this side of you,” he answers and licks his lips with his eyes burning into your warm skin. His finger start peeling at the fabric and you wiggle your hips impatiently, ready to raise them and serve him.

“You severely underestimate yourself.” Your voice is quieter, more serious. You hope he can decode your vague confession. How much he means to you, how there is no one more worthy to speak to you like Bucky does, no one you could want more.

He stays quiet at that, however, his eyes raising to yours. His stare remains impassive, his eyes darting between yours as if trying to find something. But you stare back just as hard, unflinching, unfaltering. Something flashes across his face, a determination of some sorts, and he gives a quick nudge upward with his chin. And order. Raise your hips.

Serve me.

Your breath halts in your throat while you do as you’re told, lifting your hips as Bucky slowly peels your shorts off, your panties right along with them. Heart pounding at the relentless vulnerability of being naked before him, you stiffen. He twists you by his grip on your thighs, leaning you back against the back rest of the sofa and kneeling down between your bare legs. His eyes are on you.

“I have to warn you,” he starts and you gape at him, expecting some cocky remark that will make you roll your eyes at him. “If we do this – if you let me between your legs – it will not be the one time. I will be coming back for seconds and you will be coming, too. A lot. Tonight. Tomorrow. A week from now. This is it.”

You swallow hard, your eyes wide and frozen onto his relentlessly handsome face. He isn’t joking. In fact, you don’t think you have ever seen him this serious before. And for Bucky, that is saying something. But for him to admit something like that, hint towards borderline addiction when it comes to pleasing you – it does things to your heart and pussy that you cannot describe.

“Kiss me first,” you tell him. You need to kiss him first.

Bucky smiles – smiles – and lifts up on his knees, cupping your neck and pulling you forward instantly, giving you no time to come back from your request. When his lips touch yours, you let out a tiny gasp, the feeling of his lips against you making your chest lurch and your brain scream. His lips part and you moan softly into the kiss when your tongues meet, the strawberry texture of it making you want to whine. Instead, your hands grasp the collar of his shirt and pull him closer. He hums contently against you and both your breathing becomes more laboured.

Bucky pulls back a few times before diving back in, dragging his teeth over your lips and teasing you with the absence of him. Until you are a wet and throbbing mess between your legs. It is when you start wriggling in your seat, that Bucky chuckles and pulls back a final time.

“Getting a bit antsy?” he asks, his hands stroking your thighs as he sits back on his knees.

“Over three-hundred pages, Bucky…” you remind him.

He smiles again and pushes your knees apart once more, leaning forward as his lips press against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. You lean back and watch him closely, your attention solely focused on the rugged man between your legs.

His thumb starts to slowly rub over your clit and you gasp at the touch, it somehow feeling incredibly unnatural to have Bucky in that position. It being his touch that is causing you so much pleasure – and pain. God, you’re throbbing painfully now and you cannot help the whine squeaking from your lips.

“Shh, I know. I’ll get to it.”

It does make you relax, his words and his tone, and you make yourself sink into the couch, your hands reaching down to run through his hair. He smirks and locks his eyes with yours, slowly – so slowly – leaning down to replace his thumb with his mouth. And you can’t help the heavenly sigh that spills from you when it finally makes contact with your aching core.

“Oh Bucky,” you moan and tug softly on his hair as you throw your head back. He’s there in seconds, bringing you to that long-awaited peak. Apparently, you don’t need much when it comes to Bucky, the man himself being foreplay enough for you to launch towards release.

“Mhm,” he hums, “that’s it. That’s good.”

The warmth of his tongue is making you shiver, the slurping sounds coming from between your legs making you squeeze your eyes shut and throw your head back. If only to focus on holding out, on not drenching his face. It’s sinful, the protective, passive and gorgeous Bucky Barnes on his knees for you. Capable of destruction and so much violence, unrelenting towards everyone and a grump in his social life – but he’s on his knees for you.

Your moans and words of encouragement are growing incoherent, your belly tightening as Bucky hauls you closer to avoid any distance between your drenched pussy and his mouth. He’s slow, meticulous and ravenous as he eats you, his fingers rolling into your flesh as if he’s savouring every place where he’s touching you.

He is.

It’s unreal, to have such a beautiful woman above him, moaning and panting and grabbing at him while he does something he enjoys so much. His mouth won’t stop watering. God, he’s addicted. He has to remind himself to breathe when his tongue is desperate to make the pitch of your voice raise, get you to your release. He has to know what it is like to see you come, feel you come, hear you come – taste your come.

He needs you, he needs you, he needs you.

Then his finger gently traces the inside of your entrance, wiggling around to spread you open, and you start choking on your moans, your breaths sounding outright painful and your fingers curling around his wrist and into the cushion below you.

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky!”

He hums and wraps his lips around your clit once more, rolling it into his mouth and flicking his tongue over it. And you crash, the tightness in your body coming to a high before every muscle and tendon snaps into pure euphoria. You buck and roll your hips into Bucky’s mouth, riding the waves of your orgasm with breathy, raspy moans that make Bucky’s eyes roll to the back of his head.

Violent tremors rack through your body as you come down and Bucky ceases his assault on your pussy, which is still pulsating heavily from the warm orgasm that seeps from your body. You finally open your eyes, looking at a Bucky who is completely alert and satisfied.

“Tomorrow,” he licks his lips clean, eyes shimmering with delight, “you’re going to read that chapter to me. And you’re going to sit on my face while you do so. If you manage to keep reading, I’ll make sure you keep coming.”

As long as you’re okay.

And maybe a bit better than okay.

[demon-simper]

aAAAAA thanks for the tag úwù

my heart went uwu so hard it yeeted itself to the space elliE STOP 😳💖💕💓💕💖❣️💖

ill uno reverse this right back at you fyi

yeah, so, I just couldn't decide which one I was going to post but both ig 👀

The one on the left is my Mc, Aki, finding Ayame asleep in the middle of the forest, on a camping trip; she looks so goddamn innocent when she's sleeping, she can't help but smile (and wonder why did she choose that spot).

On the second pic, Aki is peeking in the kitchen, seeing Beel working out; her heartbeat is increasing quickly, and she can't help but admire the sweat forming in his face, slowly dripping down to the ground. Yeah, the big softie is working out as he waits for some cookies to get fully cooked, and she is staring hard.

Anyway, @aria-chicken-flugget already tagged everyone I wanted to tag from the Simp Club, so join if you want I guess 😂

Picrew Challenge!

Scenario: Your OC is catching a glance at one of the brothers or maybe even another OC.

Rules: Make your OC in this picrew and reblog with who your OC is watching and what they're thinking!

Here's the picrew!

Erin is looking over at K (@thefirehazardd 's OC). She's thinking about just how much of a sweetheart he is.

Abinu is looking at Lua (another one of @thefirehazardd 's beautiful OCs). He thinks that she's really pretty.

I'm going to tag @thefirehazardd @ashykins @ooffies @ladybelladona16 @whenyouwantdeath @needyounow-love @asmosmainhoe @aria-chicken-flugget and anyone else! I'd love to see your OCs! 😊