#almost forgot to mention how soft and fluffy his hair looked

[yourcutelittlegayfriend]

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Poor Goldilocks, Nothing Is Just Right

Warning this part contains: Mania, Self- Harm (wanting to remove your skin), Body Pain, Blood & Bleeding, Pain, Cursing, being held down, minor drugging (just to make you eepy) Dark Theme, becoming pwd , mentions of being crippled or disabled, manipulations/manipulative actions, platonic kisses(?), tons of typo, barely proofread and Evil Reader

Note: I forgot to mention but In the previous chapter MC is 8-9 and in this one MC is 10-11 years old, The scary part is only in the first part, second is me just giving you a Victor treatment and a very nice sort of closing for Bruce's part, also again forgive me if Bruce is OOC it's hard to see Bruce/Batman as a cold person when the batman I knew in my childhood is selfless and compassionate and yes batman cries he cried plenty of times before what do you mean?.

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My body aches, bones feels like they're breaking and healing again, my skin is so heavy and itched, it itches, it's itchy, I want it off, I want to rip it off, I GET IT OFF, GET IT OFF ME!!!!.

My eyes opened with a sharp jerk of my body I screeched out in disgust, jumping from where I was laying as I used my hand to scratch and scratch and scratch till my nails dug through my skin and let blood seep out from the wounds.

'EVERYTHING IS WRONG! RIP IT! RIP IT! RIP IT! WE DON'T WANT THIS! OFF! OFF! OFF! OFF! OFF! OFF! OFF! OFF!' We scream and yell as the room reverberates from my voice and the pounding in my head. The shadows rush, bouncing off the walls, and it seems like there's a shift in reality as I feel my soul and body splitting up into many, many pieces.

I can feel my veins pumping too much blood, traveling around and not being received properly, my eyes almost pop off from how hot, searing, and boiling my new blood is inside of me.

'I DON'T WANT THIS! IT'S WRONG! WRONG! WRONG!' They yell out more as they use my hands to hit my head and try to pull the hair out of my scalp.

The room kept spinning and everything seemed to glitch out in my brain as I fell off from something high and landed smack on the floor their hand gripped the back of my head and pulled it back preparing to smash my head on the ground.

As my forehead nears the hard surface, a sudden force tackled me. I become aware of a pair of hands pinning my wrist on the floor making my legs kick out in the absence of my hands in retaliation and raging out trying to twist their hold as my spit mixed with blood foams on my mouth as I yell for them to not touch me.

Another pair then reached out to trap my legs down, hearing someone else voice whisper to me as I slowly became weary and groaned in the ache of the harm caused to my body, focusing up as my vision came back clearer, as air fills up in my lungs and settling my breathing again, my eyes make out the head of Bruce as he stares down at me while my vision gets better.

He was peering down at me wearing a look of fear and guilt on his face as I caught the movements of his mouth realizing that he was talking directly to me, I calmed down, and slowly my body slacks on fatigue as he let go before moving to scoop my body up.

He lays my head on his chest making sure it won't move before standing along with me in his arms and laying me back to something soft and cushiony under my form, I stare back at him with my eyes half-lidded and tired while he sits on the side from what I can discern as a bed.

'It's too fluffy and silky for my taste, this isn't my bed, it's not right' I thought as I watched Bruce study me with a look of sadness as someone was moving behind him, Alfred holding a tray of glass with a pitcher of water walk towards Bruce's side -noting the patchiness of my throat- and setting it down as I observe the two talk, the pounding of my head muffled their voices to the point it's the only the vibrations of my eardrums I can hear.

I kept eyeing them until Alfred moved, pouring the water, and reached out to tilt my head before slowly tipping the glass assisting me to drink and feeling my body weight like lead.

Bruce then leans down and lays a kiss on the top of my brows surprising me even when I'm deep on falling asleep as he holds my limp hand and holds it under his warmer one, gripping it and squeezing in broken rhythm with a thumb over the pulse on my wrist, either to count my heartbeats or maybe to make sure if I'm still alive? I couldn't care less.

'You aren't supposed to notice me, you're not a part of this, you shouldn't be anywhere near me, you don't belong in my new family'

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Staring at the beautiful wooden handcraft cane, I reach out and caress the squeaky clean polish to the head where soft leather wraps around its handle along with a cute carving of a tiny baby bat on top.

Picking it up from the opened box with the fancy brand name printed over the cover where it was situated on top of a black cushion, I held it on my lap and tested its weight on my palm.

A brand new cane made just for me he said, to help me walk around since after the dip in that pit only my right leg was the casualty in the accident, it was all new, and with no study from what it truly is, it's hard to know what really causes the damage on my leg.

Which was confusing since from my basic understanding and knowledge from before, The pit was filled by Lazarus and weirdly enough it's the Joker who found it, even more suspicious is the location of the pits are only a few and the one I was tied to was never near the original one here in Gotham before.

Not only that Lazarus was supposed to heal, to resurrect the dead even give someone powers or just the simple physical enhancements, so why did I become crippled instead? why did it become the opposite instead?!.

Gripping the cane tightly, I huffed and screamed as I threw it away from me proceeding to thrash everything on the table.

"This isn't supposed to happen!! I didn't want this! all I wanted was a normal life and I ended up becoming a handicap!" I punched the wooden surface before kicking myself off the chair.

As I try to get even just one step, My right leg completely fails to carry my weight causing me to fall and painfully drop on the carpeted floor ending me just curling down and wailing in anger.

In the corner of my eye, I pick out their form standing in the corner of the room just staring at me blankly before blending back in the shadows when Bruce entered the field of my vision and kneeled in front of me.

"Hey hey hey you're ok, everything we'll be fine". He lifts up my upper body and hold me close.

"I'll find away to fix this, ok?" He said as he tried to comfort me but I just snap at him and tried to push me away.

'Liar' they slither out behind him and sneer lowering their head on the side of his face and going back like the way they came out as my vision glitched before me.

"Fix? Fix me?!" I shout slapping his hand away. "How?! huh? Tell me how?! This wouldn't even happened if you just listened to me in the first place!".

"I never wanted to have a stupid debut! I never wanted to be kidnapped by that goddamn clown and this is what I get?! becoming a fucking limping idiot for the rest of my life?!"

"Because of you! It's because of you I ended up having my leg practically useless! THIS IS YOUR FAULT!". I spitted out as I balled up my fist and started hitting him anywhere my hands could land.

As I holler and shriek at his face, he just closes his eyes and takes my hits head on not even trying to defend himself.

"I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I wish I never stayed here! I wish I never met you! I wish you just left me in that orphanage and let me rot ther-".

"That's enough! I know it's my fault that I was too late to save you and I shouldn't have forced you to do anything". He cut me off by grabbing my hands and stopping me as he looked me in the eye.

"But I promise to do anything I can to make sure you live a better life, you're my child and I am your father, you are my responsibility and my only priority from now on". He declares as he lowers his head and lays his forehead on my small knuckles.

They sneak in there and put their hands on top of his as they shake their head 'no' to me before moving out of my sight.

"Don't hate me for only doing what's right for you, I only want to do what's best for you because I am your father, so give me one more chance to make things right". He pleads as I feel small droplets drip on my skin and I see him quietly crying.

I watch him in disbelief, listening to his words and seeing him cry in front of me, for me. He never did that before, not ever Ha! Not even once in any of my resets! this is different, everything about this is different.

'Somethings not right'

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Bruce was acting more and more strange these couple of days, He kept checking up on me, staying or lingering around me and where I went, and even smiled more often when he went out as Batman.

Not the typical Brucie shit smile but a genuine one, a simple soft looking one, and the scariest part it's always on his face when I'm anywhere near him.

'You can't stay here anymore' I hear their voice again in the back of my head but I barely see them anymore.

What's more weird is that the voice keeps getting quieter each time I hear them, the little drawings and the hallucinations start appearing less and less.

I don't know what's happening and I don't have any idea what to do, I lived through many lives before and nothing like this ever happened, What the fuck?

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Staring dumbfoundedly at him and then back at the wrapped present in his hand, I blinked in bewilderment at his words.

"W-what? A portrait? For what?". I asked him as he gently placed the box on my lap as I sat on the leathered couch located in the more private living room in the mansion, A family room I think?.

"An official portrait of just the two of us since the old one with your grandparents looks a little bit lonely by being on that wall alone," He says as he sits on the other cushy armchair next to me.

I follow where he is looking and see the large portrait of a younger him wearing the equivalent of a boy's suit and a big boyish smile on his face in the tapestry with him was his mother, Martha Wayne wearing a simple yet fashionable creamy white dress as she wears her iconic pearl necklace around her neck and lastly was a man behind them, Thomas Wayne who just like Bruce was wearing an expensive black suit and an award-winning smile even for a doctor.

The three look so much like how a happy family should be, all smiles and comfortable just being together and complete.

"As for your present, you can take a look now if you want," He said as he leaned over to look at my reaction I carefully opened the box but not before sending him a weird look.

"It's something for you to wear for the portrait next week" He stated before standing up and standing next to the end of the couch near me.

"I know I might be asking a lot but a portrait is one of the things that comes in tradition for this family" Kneeling down as he lays a hand on top of my head.

"Something that lasts longer, to remember the memories again and I want you to be a part of it, a memory we can always look back on, something nice and has a great sentimental value for us". He disclosed to me before leaning down and pecking the top of my head before ruffling it, walking away, and leaving the room afterward.

Looking down at the clothing on my lap I rub the fabric together and deduce that it's an expensive one based on the silky feel then back at the painting again and study the old portrait on top of the fireplace, the fire's light illuminating the brush strokes and their still faces.

"How funny, I never was in any of your portraits before, was I?" I whisper a smirk curling on my lips as make the decision in my head.

"Well then, maybe this won't be so bad". Grabbing my cane, I get off the couch and slowly walk till I'm standing directly under the painting in front of the fireplace.

"After all a family needs a father right?"

"I'll just have to make sure you become the perfect one first, my new family, my rules". I smile looking at the younger version of Bruce before walking out as well.

"You're not the only one good at manipulating, Bruce".

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Patting out any dust or wrinkle on my clothes I stare at my reflection on the new dresser in my new room that Bruce renovated near his -do I have to call him Father or maybe Dad now?.

Observing my appearance as Alfred was fixing or checking anything on my clothes, I noticed a sudden change in my look, I was the same as always between from before but healthier and less drained, upon inspecting closer I caught a brief glow of something green under the real color of my irises.

'Lazarus Green'. I hear their voice making me smile as I spy them in the mirror, they stand just behind the large bed curtain over my new bed peeking their head over then vanishing in the blink of my eye.

After that, Alfred handed over my cane and led me to a studio-like room a little bit further inside the mansion we entered and saw Bruce talking with someone who I guess might be the painter seeing a large canvas along with some paints and brushes beside them.

Smiling I headed towards Bruce as he introduced me to the painter who greeted me with a hello and a nice compliment in their French accent, I looked at Bruce with a raise of my brow as he just chuckled and smiled down at me.

"What? I wanted the best painter to make our family portrait". He remarked before sitting on a fancy armchair with a red cushion back and cushioned seating fixed on it.

He then pats a stool with a similar design and red cushion seat that perfectly partnered with his chair and helps me sit on it, an exception for me since I can't stand for too long, The painter then walks forward and fixes our poses as we talk.

"And there are many incredible painters here in Gotham as well-" I countered before hesitating and gripping my cane when the painter positioned in over my lap to hold.

"F-......Father, if you wanted to start making Gotham a better place, maybe you should look into the lives of the people as well, it's only fair after all" I convey what I meant then look into his reaction.

There he sat with his eyes widened in fascination and surprise before changing it with a large smile and reaching out to caress my cheek.

"Smart thinking kiddo". He then held my small hand in his as the painter asked for us to look at him to start with the painting.

A perfect Father looks out for his Family, Batman looks out for Gotham and this city is my first family, won't be too selfish of me to use you right, Father?

I'm just making sure everything is just right

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yeesh the plot is leaving my head but yes this is the end of Bruce and MC finally now we can head to the rest of the fam.

I don't like some yandere fics out there that straights up just let's MC be captured or under control of yandere's I want to have something different for a change, No hate to the other yandere writers out there y'all are amazing because I know yandere genre is all about that I just want a little twist in mine.

In the end, Y/N will be using what the fam did to them and use it against them to get what they want, Like I said I wanted Y/N to be mature, and calculative and use people to their advantage, their old and hopeful version is no longer with us.

Taglist are still open my peps.

[frostbitten-writer]

Melancholy

Pairing: Ekko x fem!reader / AU!Ekko x AU!fem!reader

Tags: Heartbreak; R is mentioned to be very similar to Jinx, as in facial looks; weapons like guns and bombs; mention of Shimmer; hallucinations; Arcane season 2 Spoilers; ANGST

Word count: 2,1 k

A/n: Okay, now guys! Enough fluffy fluff, we need some angst as well, can’t live in pure fantasy, right? Can’t stay in shadows for too long, gotta show you the real me. So basicalllyyy there’s this amazing song in my native language that was a big inspiration for this fanfic. Maybe I’ll write a part two later, maybe not, who knows 👍🏼

It wasn’t winter’s fault, nor snowfalls or the frosts.

It was her fault, the girl that I brought roses.

 

What?

 

 

He knew it wasn’t his Zaun. He just knew. 

 

 

But it was Zaun, was it not?

 

Maybe it was, but not the one he got used to. It was one where you would still cling to him like you used to back then, at the times when things were just a tad bit easier due to you. 

Was it a dirty trick? A way to get him vulnerable?! He was about to shove you away, but he couldn’t. It was like trance itself captured him. You felt so wrong against him, gosh, you felt so right.

Just the way your body was against his, the massive, stupid grin and the healthy look on your face were enough to make his defences against you crumble to the ground. Why was he even putting them up in the first place when he knew they wouldn’t bring him anywhere? This was stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid!!! Ekko felt like he was about to cry, his mouth dry and wide open. 

But he knew it wasn’t a trick, not when he saw Jinx entering the room, but at the same time it wasn’t Jinx? It was her, but not her.. and it was you but not you. Jinx wasn’t Jinx anymore, she wasn’t the girl with crazy blue hair, but just a decent, beautiful girl with little pigtails. 

“Are you two guys ready? We will be late, y’know?!” She called out with a small pout, hands on her hips as she tried to look intimidating.

“We’re going, alright, Pow? Geez, you’re so impatient! Nerves kicking in?” You chided her with an eye roll, your arms still securely wrapped around Ekko’s neck.

Wait, Pow? Like Powder? This was-

“Ready.. for what..?” He stuttered out, fingertips twitching as he still didn’t return the heart aching hug.

“The competition? Hello, Ekko? Don’t tell me you forgot all of the stuff we rehearsed-“ She slammed a hand over her mouth, ready to suffocate him as she trembled with anticipation.

“Powder! Relax! He knows everything, you two did everything you could, now c’mon, let’s be real, you two are the best out there.” You scoffed, resting your head on Ekko’s shoulder, closing his mouth with a hand.

“C-competition..?” His voice wavered, putting a light hand on your upper arm.

“Yeah, the competition, but don’t worry.. everything's gonna be good and lovely. You’ll show them everything you got, love..” Your soft voice caused Ekko’s eye to twitch, but gosh how he missed those times. He should be despising you for leaving him, despising for not even knowing why you left. But the next thing he knew was that his bed was cold and Scar was telling him that you joined Jinx, your childhood best friend. It was almost terrifying how similar you looked to Jinx, or Powder. Nose, eye shape, goodness, you looked more like Jinx than Vi herself. 

“You’ll ace it, nerd boy..” You giggled, pecking his cheek gently.

His breath was laboured, he didn’t understand. Why was he here? Was this another universe? A universe where you didn’t… leave..? 

He put a gentle hand to your cheek, a touch so gentle as if he was holding something precious… But he was indeed holding something fragile, he was holding you. Not the crazy girl that went along with an even crazier one. But one that was gentle as a flower, hair soft and beautiful, a girl that was still his.

All of the talks and conversations went over his head, his focus was only on you. His lips formed an ‘o’ while he listened to you talk, he didn’t even care about what you were talking about, you could be talking crap about him, about his hair and about his whole attire and he’d still be in awe. Claggor, Mylo, Powder, Benzo… could  this universe get even better? They were all alive, all sane and healthy… He was waiting for someone to punch him, for you and Jinx to take out a bomb or a gun and say that this was all a prank. Your beautiful lips form into a crooked grin and say that he believed once again.

 

The time of the competition was coming closer, and the voice of Jinx- Powder was getting louder, her hands gripping your arms as she shook you, yelling that she was nervous and that she forgot everything.

Your hearty laugh was making his head spin, he didn’t deserve this. The other Ekko was supposed to be here, he was supposed to hold you, he was supposed to have you in his arms, but Ekko would never pull away himself, only over his dead body.

His eyesight started to blur though, his blinking getting more rapid as he tried to keep himself sane. Weird noises started to fill his ears, hot pink pictures filling his gaze, wrong images playing in front of him.

Was this the side effect of the universe travelling?

 The room started to flash weird lights, making his eyes squint. Your laughter got even louder, but not the sweet and gentle one, but the cursed and psychotic one. He managed to look over to the two of you, clutching his head with a pained and scrunched expression.

You two were still there, but not you. How was he supposed to explain it all? One second he saw two happy girls sitting together, and the next one he saw Jinx and you laughing hysterically with guns in your hands. The switch was getting slower, his eyes widening in horror as he saw you raising your hand, the barrel facing him, your eyes scratched out with a hot pink marker. He wanted to scream, yell, but it all went black as you pulled the trigger. 

 

 

“Ekko… Ekko…!” You screamed, a hand holding a bottle of cold water. His eyes groggily opened and he was suddenly sprayed with the icy water.

“Oops! Sorry, sorry..” You giggled out, wiping his face with the sleeve of your top.

“What happened..?” He murmured with blurry vision, as he lay on the floor.

“We were sitting and waiting for the competition to start, and then.. you suddenly fell over.. Powder had to do it herself, but everything went good and you guys won! Yaaaay..” You responded, a soft smile on your features as you caressed his cheek. 

“My head feels like it’s cracking..” He whispered, leaning his head into your soft touch.

“I know, love.. I know.. let’s go to my place, you’ll stay at my house…” You tugged on his hand, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to stabilise his weight.

 

 

His head didn’t even turn off for a second as he lay in your bed next to you. Your scent was everywhere, the pillows, blankets, room and house filled with the smell of your shampoo and perfume.

You sleeping so soundly was almost painful, he wanted to be here forever, be with you and be the first thing in the morning you’d see when you opened your eyes. He wanted to be there and kiss your neck while you basked in the sunlit room, hearing your laugh as you tried to push him off. But he can’t. It wasn’t where he needed to be, it wasn’t the place where he could stay. Who knew where the other Ekko was? Was he in his universe? Fighting all alone, not knowing what happened overnight and what was up? No, he couldn’t stay, he had to go and help the Firelights, he had to go so that at least your Ekko could bask in your love.

It wasn’t his destiny, not his fate, it was the other one’s.

The rustling sound of the bedsheets moving woke you up, your whiny voice and grumbles filling Ekko’s ears. Damn your hearing for not letting him go discreetly.

“Love..? Where are you going..? Is everything alright..?” You sat up, scooting to him as he sat on the bed edge, your chest resting on his back. 

“Yeah, just.. needed to use the bathroom..” He murmured, feeling a small smile creeping on his face as you played with one of his loose dreadlocks.

“Ah, okay. But are you sure you’re alright..? You seemed off the whole day.. I don’t want you fainting again like before the competition…” You whispered, your chin resting comfortably on his shoulder, pressing soft kisses to his neck up to his jawline.

He wanted to stay, he really did. You were the same, the same before you left and let Jinx and Shimmer take you under. Let your mind deceive your heart.

“Yeah, I’m all good. Tough as nails, y’know..” He murmured and let you crawl into his lap, his hands automatically moving to encircle your waist.

“Mhm, tough as nails. Surely..” You teased, a cheeky smile that was illuminated by the moonlight. That cheeky smile that he absolutely adored…

“Hey now, don’t get cheeky…” He uttered, a small smirk forming on his face as he kissed your cheek.

“Cheeky is my middle name, what do you mean?” Your giggling was like a sweet torture, both relaxing and mocking… Reminding him that this was not for him, that he was a traitor, a fraud.

For a second, he just stared at you, drinking in for the last time all of your attention and presence. Oh, your lips, the little curve of a smile they’d do when you found something endearing. Or the look of your eyes.. oh your eyes were the most beautiful and treasured part that he loved. The way they’d stare at him when you were pouty, when you were angry or irritated, when you were just lying around and doing nothing, or the way they’d look at him after a kiss…

“What…?” You asked with a bashful smile, gaze averting for a split second.

“Nothing.. you’re just so precious.. oh how precious you are to me..” He shook his head with a soft smile, his gaze vulnerable and filled with adoration. 

“But I need to go…” He whispered. To him it was the last goodbye, the last chance to have you within arm's reach while knowing that you wouldn’t harm him. To you it was just another regular sleepover, the most casual thing and conversation you two would have.

“Alright, don’t get lost, nerdy boy.” You teased with a chuckle, eyes crinkling at the corners as you sat in your place.

“I won’t..” He whispered, his voice pained but you shrugged it off, thinking he’d join you in the bed shortly.

Little did you know that he slowly took his clothes and began to leave, tears rolling down his cheeks silently. How cruel could destiny be? Letting him make this heart wrenching decision of leaving you behind. Was this how it felt for you back then? To leave knowing that the other one will still wait? Waiting for you to come? He didn’t want to know how you did it, and he didn’t want to even imagine the pain you’d feel the next morning…

 

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The sun was rising slowly and the sunlight reached your face, blinding your closed eyes as you whined a bit. You were about to slam a hand over Ekko’s chest, but after you missed several times, you guessed to open your eyes and watch yourself where he lay.

To your surprise, he wasn’t there, nor were his clothes.

Was he in the kitchen? The bathroom? Swinging your legs over the bed edge, you found your slippers and stood up, looking around your apartment for a familiar face.

Looking into every room, you grew restless. Where could he be? This wasn’t what was usual. Usually you both would wake up and have a slow morning, without a care in the world, enjoying breakfast together and maybe sharing a bath. But now he wasn’t there, as if he vanished. Fast walking down the stairs to the kitchen, you started to call him out louder, desperate to find him. As you reached the kitchen, you saw a single rose lying on the table, no note, no nothing.

What was this supposed to mean? Roses aren’t even your favourite flowers, and Ekko knew that… 

Or at least your Ekko…

And at least not yours in this universe…

And now when Ekko despised you for leaving him in his reality, he did the same to you in the other…

 

 

 

It wasn’t winter’s fault, nor snowfalls or the frosts.

It was his fault, the boy that brought you roses.

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[jazeswhbhaven]

Read the long hair WHB ask and I keep thinking- HAVE YOU DONE A HAIR BRAIDING ONE YET?! Please it would be so good!! May I request it? For the kings and maybe Gamigin and Andrealphus too?

Oooo I don't think I've done a braiding one just yet, anon. Thank you for waiting on this!

Gamigin: His hair is so soft, long, and pretty. He was delighted when you mentioned wanting to braid it, so much in fact he couldn't sit still and his staff was making alot of noise. But he's taller than you, so he has to sit on the floor and you in a chair that's a bit higher than normal so you can braid his hair comfortably. While you're doing so he's absolutely still, almost in a trance. The other Paradise Lost nobles beg for you to keep coming back and braiding his hair as that's the only time he's quiet. He also keeps the braids in his hair for a while until you come back to redo them.

Andrealphus: This is a true bonding moment for you and him. It all started when you offered to braid in a couple of angel feathers inside of his braid, and he really liked how you did it. Also, each time he likes to hold your hands idly in his running his fingers along yours just to make sure it's you that's touching his hair and not someone else. He will only allow this from you and no one else. He likes to hum or sing while you braid his hair and doesn't mind telling you a story about his battles or travels. By the time you're finished, he offers to braid your hair too, even if it's short.

Kings time~

Satan: His hair so fluffy and unruly sometimes, you'd think that it was be difficult to braid, but it's surprisingly soft and easy to work with. He's a bit fidgety, but it's nothing you can't handle by giving him an empty threat if he doesn't let you finish. But this doesn't work (as much) so the braids are uneven but it got done. He doesn't care because he ends up messing them up anyway so you can do it again because he likes the feeling of your fingers in his hair.

Mammon: Well uh...his hair is a bit short for braiding 😭 but perhaps you can do tiny ones? But then you remember you could just add extensions and braid his hair that way, maybe? The complicated part is solved, Mammon just grows his hair out for you and apparently, his hair grows quite fast depending on what vitamins and food he ingests. While you wait though, he braids your hair instead and he's quite okay at it! Even though his hands are large he's very delicate and precise. Once his hair does grow out, you return the favor, and he's quite pleased. He loves bonding with you this way.

Beelzebub: His hair is a bit tricky as well since it's always style in a mullet fashion. But when you expressed interest in wanting to braid his hair, he decides to chop it all off and regrow it all the same length. But in that time he forgot why he was growing his hair out to begin with. Thankfully you have Bael's hair to braid though and he kinda looks like Beel? It also soothes him when you braid his hair because you idly run your fingers through his scalp too. When Beel finally remembers why he grew his hair out he's mildly jealous that you spent so much time with Bael. You're whisked away in a flash so you can braid his hair now.

Leviathan: He didn't want you to touch his hair at all. It's always styled perfectly how he wants it without any change in routine or length. But when you start wandering over to Barbatos to offer to braid his hair, suddenly Levi changes his mind and takes you to his room to braid his hair. He doesn't entirely hate it, though he says your craftsmanship could use a little more fine tuning on the thickness and length of each braid. A pretty nice effect is when you take them down and his hair is wavy.

Lucifer: He only allows you to do one single braid in his hair, on the side of his face. Perhaps it's because he doesn't want you behind him staring at his bleeding wings the entire time, which is a valid thing for him to be concerned about. So you sit on his lap facing him to do the braid and he holds you steady with his arms. It seems intimate what you two are doing, but neither of you mind it. In fact he requests for you to do it often when you visit.

Belphegor: When his hair isn't slicked back with whatever mystery hair product he puts in it...his hair is quite long. If he washes it...it's even bouncy and soft with loose waves toward the ends. He lets you braid his hair quite often, mostly because it helps him fall asleep and he enjoys the feeling of your fingers in his hair. You even have time to do various styles of braids and he wakes up with a new look. Now if you could get him to stay awake so you don't have to shift his heavy body in order to properly braid his hair...then it would be easier.

Asmodeus: Goodness, this devil's hair is so damn long. It would take you forever to even attempt to braid it. You're unsure how he even does it or who does it. But it's okay, the parts of his hair that isn't in the large braid can still be braided, that is if you can keep him off you each time your fingers go near his face. He keeps trying to kiss them, lick them, bite them, and he even had an orgasm when you accidentally yanked on his hair. Once again, you aren't sure how he got his giant braid done, but you figure it out while still keeping your clothes on. He enjoys your company a lot though and promises to behave if you just want to braid his hair, but he can't control if he's poppin' a boner during because you're so close in proximity to his body.

[puppym3]

hiiiii! i saw that you’re requests are open so here i am 😁😁 almost all of your writings have smut (NOT THAT I’M COMPLAINING! I AM ENJOYING EVERY PART OF IT AND I SWEAR U WRITE IT SO GOOOD) and i was wondering if we could get a fluff for han? if u watched the jae friends episode with han and chan, han mentioned there that he loves shaving his beard rather than getting it laser removed like chan. he said, “it’s a small romance in this busy modern world.” (mann iluv han jisung sm he’s such a romantic ☹️☹️) soooo can we please get skincare night with reader, and han wants her to shave his beard and they just get all lovey dovey at the bathroom sink (no smut :D)

TYSM AUTHOR-NIM I LUV LUV YOUR WORKS SO MUCH 💐💐💐🩷🩷

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han jisung x reader

wc: 1k

warnings: fluffiness, cuteness, omg, heart melting, kissing, (lmk if i missed any)

a/n: omg thank you SO much anon for this suggestion, fluff AND han??? i love you. i can't believe it took me this long to write something for han :(

i would love more suggestions if anyone has any for me! also if you'd like to be added to the taglist, please let me know!

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The gentle hum of the bathroom fan filled the air as you laid out your skincare products on the countertop. Han leaned against the doorframe, watching you with a playful glint in his eyes.

“You’re really into this skincare stuff, huh?” he teased, stepping closer.

“Of course,” you replied with a smile. “You should be too. Your skin will thank you.”

Han chuckled, moving to stand beside you. “Okay, skincare guru, what’s first?”

You handed him a headband, and he raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Yes, really,” you laughed. “We need to keep your hair out of the way.”

He reluctantly put it on, and you couldn’t help but giggle at how cute he looked. “You’re adorable,” you said, reaching up to pat his cheeks.

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled, though his eyes sparkled with amusement. “What’s next?”

As you started to cleanse his face, Han leaned into your touch, closing his eyes. “This feels nice,” he murmured.

You smiled softly, enjoying the quiet moment. After rinsing his face, you grabbed your next product. “Okay, now we need to exfoliate.”

He watched as you gently massaged the scrub onto his skin, his eyes filled with affection. “You’re really good at this,” he said.

“I’ve had a lot of practice,” you replied, focusing on your task. “And you have great skin to work with.”

Han chuckled. “Thanks, I guess, do you want to shave for me?”

Once his face was rinsed again, you reached for the shaving cream.

You nodded. “Trust me, I won’t hurt you.”

He hesitated but eventually nodded, sitting on the edge of the sink. You applied the shaving cream, and he watched you intently. “You’re taking this very seriously,” he said softly.

“Of course,” you replied, picking up the razor. “I don’t want to mess up.”

As you carefully raised the razor to his face, Han remained still, his eyes locked on yours. The silence between you was filled with an intensity that made your heart beat faster. You gently swiped the razor across his cheek, removing a few stray hairs.

Han continued to watch you, his gaze never wavering. As you moved the razor to his jawline, he placed his hand on your waist, his thumb stroking your side. He was looking intently into your eyes, looking at you in a way that made your heart flutter.

After rinsing the razor, you continued to shave his face, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. When you were finally finished, Han was grinning.

You rinsed his face again and reached for the aftershave, gently applying it to his skin.

"Ah- ah... I almost forgot a part!" You suddenly exclaimed.

"Which one?" Han asked curiously.

You leaned down onto his face, placing a soft kiss on his nose. He giggled as you started attacking his face in tiny kisses.

"Baby..." he tried to speak but couldn't stop giggling.

"Yes, sweetheart?" you stopped and looked into his eyes.

"What's next?" He asked, smiling.

You couldn't help but giggle as well.

"Next we put the serums, and then a moisturizer."

"I have no idea what a serum is."

You laughed and pointed, showing him the serums.

"Why do I have to wear these?" He pouted.

"Because they're good for your skin. Trust me."

Han sighed and nodded, letting you continue.

"You have to wear sunscreen and lip balm," you said, grabbing the products.

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no!" Han objected. "That's where I draw the line, sunscreen at night?"

"It's good for your skin," you insisted.

"Really?"

"Yes, really," you said, giggling.

He sighed and nodded, letting you apply the sunscreen to his face.

"Okay, now the lip balm," you said, applying a coat to his lips. "Let me see if it works."

"What? is this another trick to kiss me?" He asked, his eyes wide, a smile forming on his face.

"Definitely not," you lied.

You leaned down, kissing him softly. His lips felt warm and smooth against yours, and you couldn't help but smile.

Han wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close as he kissed you back. You could feel his smile against your lips, and you couldn't help but chuckle.

As you pulled away, Han gave you a cheeky grin.

"Okay, okay," you said, grabbing his chin to make him look at you. "I think we're done."

Han nodded, a soft smile on his lips.

"Now it's my turn," you said, turning to the sink.

"Your turn for what?"

"To get my skincare routine," you replied, giggling.

"Okay," he said, watching you closely.

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taglist for my beauties: @loverbangchan, @reignessance, @imperfectlyperfectprincess1

[yu-huuuu]

𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴

[ 🌸 ] my man it’s a good boy-

characters: sesshomaru;; some character mentions  

genre: fluff

warnings: none;; sesshomaru being soft;; mentions of reader being old;; a soft headcanon is a warning?

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i couldn't write everything i wanted 🥹, eeee-

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*make me your queen, daddy-

*ok no, lmao

*traditionalmantraditionalman

* have you seen his clothes?, have you seen his hair?, have you seen his mom?!

*that man is royalty!

*which means that as his partner you're going to be surrounded by luxuries and… oh yes and also Jaken, and the beautiful little thing better known as Rin.

*as a future clan wife you will be instructed what to expect from other beings (who will soon be inferior to you, lmaooo)

* Sessh knows what he's doing

*because if he didn't know what he's doing he wouldn't have let the feelings that made his stomach churn (in a good way) flow.

* being with the demon lord is also accepting that he is a proud man but can also be subtly gentle at times

*the last one applies only if it is your partner

*Sessh shows how proud he is to have you as his partner in many ways

*like, give you trinkets from expensive sources randomly

*once he gave you a super heavy necklace with a huge gem hung with various precious gems-

*yes, he gave it to you for your birthday lmao

*you looked simply majestic to his long-lived eyes

*I forgot to mention it but Sesshomaru sees you as the most beautiful being in all of history and he will continue to do so, even if you are already a stooped old woman and have a hard time eating solid food

* he knows that your life will not be as long as his, but he is happy with the thought that he had the fortune to meet and love you so much

*will keep your memory alive even after millions of years have passed, and even if all that time has passed he is sure that he will not love someone in the same way that he loved you... unless you reincarnate somehow (what if I make a fic of this?)

*anyways

* Sesshomaru is gentle when he touches you

* he knows that his claws could tear your delicate skin

*but he's not just gentle in that sense

* he is gentle even when he talks to you

*inadvertently sometimes his imposing voice softens more than he would on any other day when he doesnt speaks to you in front of other people and demons

*Although it seems impossible and almost fanciful, his previously cold eyes that hid his soul (which can also be gentle on rare occasions) also soften, so much that sometimes they let you see each and every one of his emotions

* Mr. fluffly can be chivalrous on simple “occasions” but they are only for your benefit, not for someone else's

*for example in a modern environment (perhaps in some not so distant future) He will open the doors for you, he will put you on the other side of the sidewalk where cars do not pass. When you get into a car before getting in, he will open the door for you to enter and if he feels in a particularly good mood he will place the seat belt to you. And if you feel cold he will put his heavy jacket on your little shoulders.

*anyways

*when his mom found out that Mr. Fluffy had a lover she immediately wanted to meet you

*you see, for her it's kind of funny since Sesshy denied more than two thousand marriage proposals when he was young (it upset his mom a lot, after all, who will take care of you when your mother is gone sessh?)

*don't tell her that I told you but to see that her son was not simply someone without feelings but that perhaps he just needed time to find that special someone, made her feel strangely happy (my woman thought that her son was going to die alone 💀).

*but she will never say it, also I think that pride runs strong in the Inu family, pfff-

*on the other hand

*if you are human he will be much more worried about you than he would be if you were a demon or half demon

* this is because even if you are a formidable warrior you can die (I mean have you seen Midoriko?, she was one of the most powerful priestess but even she couldn't handle that much)

*in the inuyokai's head, humans are fragile and annoying beings... except you, rin, kohaku and kagome she falls a bit into his category of non-obnoxious humans, pfff-

* even before he told you about his desire to woo you he researched as much as he could about ways to prolong human life

*This is because even if you reject his courtship offer, he will never stop loving and caring for you.

"When a demon falls in love, he does with such force that all his thoughts revolve around that special being for them."

*if you're from the same time as Kagome he'll be curious but won't show it

*you know?, the demon lord is so cute, his pride sometimes doesn't let him ask such simple things about your time. This is mainly because he thinks that some of his questions have obvious answers and he doesn't want to come off as a jerk.

*some of the questions that he will never ask are: “are the clothes of your time all the same?”, “are there no yokais anymore?”

*so instead of asking that he has decided that he will only listen to what you answer to others to inform himself too.

*you know

*He eavesdrops (what a nosy)

*if you say something from your time or if you make any cultural reference from your time he will just look at you while waiting patiently for the meaning behind what you just said.

*this also applies if you are a foreigner and you miss a non-Japanese word

“Carajo…”, you muttered a curse in your native language when you reminded yourself that you forgot your math books.

Sesshomaru turned to look at you with his cold gaze, only this time there was an imperceptible sparkle of curiosity in them, "What?"

“…Nothing”, ohhh- now what were you going to do? the exam would be in four days!

*aaa~ kisses

*kisses with Mr. Pretty can be fun, although sometimes disastrous, pfff-

*for example; once, you two were kissing after you were away longer than expected. Sesshomaru didn't realize it but he bit your lip more than necessary which caused his fangs to draw some blood from you

*he will never admit it

* but feeling the taste of your blood in his mouth disgusted him and scared him a little, although he obviously didn't show it

*meanwhile you were deciding if you liked what happened

*because

*that was hot-

*anyways!

*his kisses can be soft and rough at times

*there really isn't a middle ground

*in case you're wondering, his favorite part to kiss is your neck and shoulder

*kisses on the neck for Sesshomaru have a very deep meaning, more than you might think

*this is because among the Inuyokai clan the neck is a very intimate and delicate place that is dedicated to being kissed and cared for only between a couple

*a kiss on the neck is the same as "I love you" in the human dialect, literally

*shoulder kisses is more something he enjoys doing

*you see, your shoulders look so delicate and soft between his big demon hands that he can't help but kiss them when the situation allows him to.

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*in general mr. pretty demon who has a castle in the sky that will take care of you and think that you are the most beautiful in the whole universe even when you are hunched over and have a hard time eating solid food while he tries to understand what you say sometimes, pff-

I want to write about Sesshomaru trying fast food or instant noodles with his partner soooo bad 😩 but I need to study for my exams aaaa-

rebloggg plss

[lilithliliam]

Aizawa Shouta x student/reader

(very fluffy💕no sexual content. Love/jealousy. Declaration of love. Forbidden relationship. Secret relationships. There is a mention of minors. voluntary relationship.)

For Aizawa, every day is worse than yesterday, he can't remember the last time he took a proper shower, let alone sleep, and then there's Nezu with a new exchange student. As if he doesn't have enough idiots of his own. He had long planned to dump a lot of work on Iida and Momo and take a quiet nap in his sleeping bag. But he couldn't, he had to meet you and introduce you to the class.

And no one said that while doing this you had to take off your sleeping bag.

You came to their class with a big smile and a soft voice like an angel descended from heaven. You were definitely lovely. With such an aristocratic appearance, full lips, charming eyes and a beautiful physique. Naturally, all the students were excited, not only did they transfer someone to them after the start of the school year, she was also so beautiful. Aizawa could have sworn that he had already seen Denki and Mineta's obscene thoughts. Even Bakugou, saying rudely "What, staring" turned to the window hiding his red cheeks and ears.

You weren't at all embarrassed by their attention, and Bakugou's words didn't hurt you. It seemed funny and saying the traditional words: "Nice to meet you and please take care of me" sat down in her seat with a final smile at the strange yellow teacher.

Your beauty is the true embodiment of femininity, grace and attractiveness. You were so beautiful that you could admire for hours. You are like a valuable gift from the gods from Olympus to insignificant mortals, so that they can see the true beauty, even from afar.

Even Aizawa, who is poorly versed in beauty, understood this, and after your dazzling smile in his direction, his heart froze in his chest and his breathing quickened. A treacherous blush appeared on his cheeks, which he immediately hurried to hide behind a scarf. Perhaps it was still worth getting out of the bag, he thought, and mentally slapped his forehead for such thoughts. Why would he suddenly be ashamed of the way he looks. He's never cared before, and then you show up and he's already blushing like a fifteen-year-old in the midst of puberty.

Aizawa even decided to pull himself together and continued the lesson as if nothing had happened. He almost forgot about the case when, after all the lessons, you approached him with a request for help, because you were very behind your classmates.

He should have refused you, but God, how could he? You are all so airy and sweet asking him for help with a sweet blush on your cheeks and, of course, his duty as a teacher and a more experienced senior to help and teach you everything. Anything you ask him to. He realized that his thoughts were leading him in the wrong direction and mentally hit himself on the forehead. What is he thinking? After all, Aizawa should have asked the director to transfer you to 1B, flashed through his mind.

Over the course of your training as a hero, Aizawa's condition didn't get any better. He even tried to distance himself and ignore your existence as much as possible, but as soon as he forgot for a second, he found you nearby helping him with the papers at his own request, or the two of you chatting about everything in his office. And when you said how tied up hair suits him, he caught himself on the fact that he began to tie his hair more often and shave for no reason. And it's not because he instinctively wants to impress you clearly?! Tts

Sometimes it seemed to him that perhaps it was written on his forehead that he so desperately wants a woman for himself and that you. How else to explain that Mick is constantly teasing him for this reason, and you look at him so slyly during the lessons?

Aizawa is not the type of person who falls in love so easily, and certainly not the type of person who falls in love with her students, and certainly not the type of person who would be jealous of her peers. This is how Shota would have described himself before meeting the lady. And is it his fault that you are so beautiful and sweet to him and is it his fault that his students pay you so much attention and openly flirt with you. And when he accidentally sees you and Todoroki-kun through the library window chatting cutely about something, he can't help but feel that suffocating feeling. He thinks right. That's the way it should be. You certainly need your peer, strong like you. Someone who can give you all the wonders of first love and relationships that Aizawa couldn't. He thinks like this when he walks down the corridor, he thinks like that when he opens the door to the library and he thinks like that when he calls you by name and asks you to go with him because there is something to be solved. He thinks so, he knows that this is right, but in his office, closing the door to the lock and turning to face you, he officially admits his defeat.

Your eyes are bottomless sea distances, in which there is no bottom. Therefore, everyone who falls into them perishes forever, having no chance of salvation. So Shoto died. He asks to give him a chance to show himself. He does not promise stars from heaven, but he promises to treat you as one of them and carry you in his arms.

If you agree, he will be very surprised, he probably thought that you would refuse. But believe me, he will be very happy. He will take care of you like a princess, protect and cherish, call you a kitten, give you forehead kisses and sometimes "adult kisses". Shota will not touch you until your graduation and you will definitely have to wait until it happens, but believe such a man is worth waiting for for all eternity💜

[domm1etae]

Once Upon a Dream: The Princess and His Knight

yunho x mingi

fluffy oneshot

777 words

Where does the dream end and reality start? Mingi’s the reluctant “princess” waiting in a tower, Yunho’s his less-than-dramatic knight—and the “dragon”? Just a gecko. But with a kiss that feels too real, maybe this fairytale isn’t just in his head

(nsfw) tags under

m/m, princess mingi, knight yunho, delulu mingi, kissing, fairytale, dreamscape

author's note: i miss my princess minki

Getting to the tower was surprisingly easy, albeit anticlimactic. Yunho had expected enchanted guards or a fire-breathing beast, but his only challenge was a waist-deep moat, more of a glorified puddle, and a couple of fairies squabbling in the treetops. The purple glow of twilight cast the tower in an ominous hue, but Yunho was resolute. Somewhere inside, Mingi, his “princess,” awaited him—though he still wondered how Mingi had gotten himself locked up in such a place.

After crossing the moat and trudging through the damp earth, Yunho made his way up the winding staircase, his armor clinking as each step creaked under his weight. The empty, dim lower levels reeked of mildew and were thick with cobwebs. He could almost laugh at the idea of Mingi trapped in this grimy, foreboding place, probably complaining about the dust or lack of proper seating.

When he reached the top, he found himself facing a plain, slightly worn door. Sword in hand, Yunho was about to strike when he heard a familiar voice call out, “You’re supposed to pull, you know.”

Startled, Yunho paused, then rolled his eyes, lowering his sword. He gave the handle a tentative tug, and the door swung open effortlessly. Inside, Mingi reclined on an overly ornate chair, one leg draped over the armrest, wearing a pastel-colored gown and a lopsided tiara. He looked both annoyed and completely unfazed, a small green gecko by his side lazily flicking its tongue.

“Mingi,” Yunho began, trying to keep a straight face, “why… are you dressed like that?”

Mingi huffed, arms crossed. “It’s a long story, and no thanks to you, I’ve been here forever. Are you going to rescue me or just complain?”

Yunho stifled a laugh, glancing at the tiny gecko perched on a nearby plant. “Let me guess—this is your ‘dragon?’”

“Oh, you bet. His name is Sparky, and he’s been keeping me company,” Mingi replied, completely serious, even giving Sparky a little pat. “But enough about him. I was expecting a grand rescue! Armor clanking, doors breaking down, maybe a true love’s kiss to break the curse. Instead, you’re here, wet, and looking… well, wet.”

Yunho raised an eyebrow. “You’re my princess, huh?” He smirked, leaning against the doorframe. “You don’t exactly look the part.”

Mingi feigned offense, hands on his hips. “Excuse me! This dress is vintage, and I’ll have you know I’ve been trapped in a tower just like a true princess!”

Yunho chuckled. “I suppose you’re waiting for that true love’s kiss you mentioned, then?”

Mingi’s expression softened just a bit, his gaze holding an intensity that made Yunho’s heart pound. “It’s the only way to break the curse,” he murmured, his bravado slipping just enough to reveal a blush.

Taking a step forward, Yunho placed a hand on Mingi’s waist, feeling the soft fabric of the gown under his fingers. “Any last requests, Princess?”

Mingi swallowed, his gaze flicking to Yunho’s lips before whispering, “Just don’t keep me waiting.”

That was all Yunho needed. He leaned in, pressing his lips to Mingi’s in a kiss that was both tender and electric. Mingi’s hand tightened on his shoulder, pulling him closer. In that moment, Yunho forgot the tower, the dress, and even the so-called “dragon” nearby—he only knew Mingi, smiling against his lips, a faint taste of honey lingering.

When they finally pulled back, Mingi laughed softly, pressing his forehead against Yunho’s. “Okay, maybe I like this ‘princess’ thing after all,” he admitted.

Yunho grinned, brushing a stray lock of hair from Mingi’s face. “So, does that mean you’ll let me rescue you again?”

“Perhaps, Prince Yunho,” Mingi murmured with a warm smile.

After a few more stolen kisses, they made their way out of the tower, hand in hand, Sparky in tow. Once outside, Mingi clung to Yunho’s arm as they descended, murmuring jokes and whispering about their “next adventure.” Yunho couldn’t help but feel the thrill of a storybook ending, complete with a happily-ever-after.

But just as they reached Yunho’s horse and prepared to head back to the kingdom, Mingi felt a sudden heaviness wash over him. The warmth of Yunho’s hand, the cool breeze, the thrill in his chest—all of it started to fade. Mingi awoke with a start, blinking at the familiar ceiling of his room. The fantasy tower, the gown, Yunho’s soft, teasing smile—all of it vanished in an instant. Groaning, he let his head fall back against his pillow, a mix of fondness and disappointment swirling in his chest, voice barely a whisper, “What a ridiculously perfect dream…” knowing damn well he wanted it to be more than just a stupid dream. about his bestie.

[skzdedgf]

" And you are ? " pt. 1

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𝙨𝙠𝙯𝙙𝙚𝙙𝙜𝙛 ©

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ: nonidol!Lee know , Suggestive? so mdni! , Lee know x fem!reader , They are in college , Lee know is mean (other members as well).

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ! : Cursing , Name calling (bitch, asshole, dumbass, etc.) Drinking, Crying , Mentions of oral (m receiving), Mentions of drug use, Bullying?. Let me know if I missed anything!! Not proof read!

WC: 1k

A.N Undercut.

this is my very first fic ! please enjoy and let me know anything I can improve !

'Ughhh' You let out a groan as you realize you forgot your textbook for english, you had spent all night studying in it that you overslept and here you are, mid class with no way to keep up with the lesson.

"Hey" whispered a sweet voice behind you, your lecture room is big almost like a cinema room so when you groaned it echoed

"Can you be quiet.. I'm trying to focus." You were too frustrated to notice the boy until *𝘵𝘢𝘱 𝘵𝘢𝘱 𝘵𝘢𝘱* A pencil taps your head, you turn your head to be met with a sweet freckled boy with soft blond hair.

"Oh hi.." You say awkwardly.

"Yea hey can you shut up? you echo out and its kinda annoying.."

You clench your jaw and slowly turn back around, pink flushing your ears from embarrassment. You zone out a bit..

gosh are people in this class always mean..?,, he looks very familiar though.. but what was that name,, it was something with lee god what was it,,, you thought

"Felix! Yes what do you believe happened to Edgar Allen Poe to create such horror filled stories?"

You snapped back to reality. 'Hm.. Felix' you mumbled as the Blondie now known as Felix stands behind you. *RINGGGG

"What the fuck I was just gonna answer..!" Felix said dramatically with a hint of annoyance in his voice, The professor chuckles as he packs up and gets to heading out as everyone else does. You start packing up and heading out back to your dorm to collect more textbooks and your laptop for your next class.

*ding

your phone goes off, it's your older sister Genesis

-Genni ! : Hey I heard there's gonna be a frat party at 10pm, y/n please go out with me this once, you haven't since your highschool years please y/nnie ~ :-*

-y/n : Genni.. You know I hate frats.. It's just a bunch of guys looking for a blow and or some molly, girls with 2 string as a shirt, I don't even have anything for a frat!!

-Genni ! : y/n, your actually killing me. You fit in my clothes, you don't have to go all out, no one is gonna make you give a guy head, no one is gonna let you have molly, your fine with me! Cmonnn you will let losseeee

'sigh' you read that text and start to wonder ,, hm.. I haven't been to a frat actually,, maybe one with my sister will be fine,,

-y/n : fine.

-Genni ! : YESS TYTYTYTYY I LOVE YOU SM COME TO MY DORM! ITS 8:30 WE HAVE TO GET READY ASAP

You smile at the text while walking to your own dorm then you get a whiff of something and hear.. coughing? Finally looking up from your phone you see a group of guys standing in front of your dorm room smoking some strong weed.. , luckily you have an outdoor campus so they weren't killing people with the stench.

"Oh look guys it's that chick I was saying was fucking loud all the time always making some time of noise knowing how much the class echoes" Felix says annoyed. A black haired guy with a beanie and chrome hearts hoodie steps forward and says "No way your Genni's sister! You look just like her!" He says in a thick Aussie accent "I'm Chris, Genni's good friend, Are you a bitch like her too ??" He says poking is tongue into his cheek with a small grin

"Hey you know not-" You we're cut off by another guy with a slim figure with daring eyes and washed out purple hair "Wait,, and you are?" You clenched your teeth and took a deep breath in smelling the reek of weed "First off back up you smell like shit.." a scattered 'ouu' comes out the other 5 boys you don't know "Second off let me get to my dorm" pointing to your door that's being leaned on by a chubby cheeked boy with fluffy hair "And lastly I'm y/n."

You heard a couple scoffs come out and the boy in front of your door says "C'mon lee know this bitch IS annoying.. Felix wasn't lying." Lee know scoffs and flicks ash from his blunt down at your shoes making you jump back. He lets out a small giggle while walking towards the rest of the group. "Let's go then Han" Lee know says, all the boys walk down the hall.

You storm into your dorm room slaming the door feeling embarrassed and you look down at your freshly bought shoes.. ,,fuck theres a burn mark,, you lean down to try to wipe it off the ash but realize they are burned bad, so much so that there's a small hole at the top. You let out a frustrated groan, you had been holding in all your frustration that you broke into a quiet sob.

*ding

you took a small breather and check your phone [9:05] was the time you see your sister texted you again

-Genni ! : baby sisss, come over

-y/n : okay omw.

10 minutes later

"Y/NNNN" your sister hugs you tightly. "Hi Gen-" she covers your mouth "shhh, get ready. Now." You let out a small giggle and start getting ready

[10:25pm] you and your sister put your small heels on, you can a black star shaped top with a black denim washed out skirt and strappy heels letting your spider hip tattoo show. You and your sister headed out.

"Let's fuck it up y/n" she lets out a small squeal when pulling up to the frat party, it was a huge party with a shit ton of freshman college students you included. "Yea let's fuck it up Genni" you let out a loud laugh and quickly get out the car with her, walking in you can tell people were hotboxing already and definitely not sober, a guy with bright red hair yells towards you and Genni as everyone was pretty loud "WELCOME TO THE FRAT BABES!!" you cringed at the name and at the fact his shirt said "hotter than your ex, better than your next"

The red head boy stepped closer towards you almost making you bump into other people while reeking of alcohol, weed, and sweat. You lose sight of your sister. "Your.. Y/N! The girl that said lee know smelled like shit!!" He clapped his hands while laughing hysterically, he pulls you closer "Your kinda.. Hot.. I'm Hyunjin" You move away quickly "And I'm not interested." Your so anxious you bump into someone making Hyunjin laugh again, you turn and saw a familiar figure..

"What the fuck Dumbass?!" Lee know says obviously not sober and now very pissed. You spilled some type of dark liquid on his shirt which was a white button down tucked into dark mudwash jeans with small stars at the bottom and a star buckle on his belt. "Who the fuck invited you." Lee know said sternly. You try to muster up the words but are unsuccessful. He grabs your wrist tightly making you wince he pulled you through the party basically dragging you to a bathroom.

You freeze when he starts to stare at you, his pupils were blown out and his eyes were very red. "What the fuck are you looking at ?? Are you gonna help clean me up by the mess you caused??" You quickly nodded almost pathetically making lee know scoff. "You really are a dumbass. Helping a random guy out who you don't even know what is capable of in a frat party's bathroom, really.?" You thought ,,fuck he's right,, "I-I don't know.." You look down somewhat embarrassed and slightly annoyed

"whatever bro.." Lee know starts running water in the sink trying to wash the drink out obviously not doing it right, you think ,,damn maybe he's the dumbass,, you lean over and turn the water hot to help actually wash it out making Lee know give you an upset, confused yet thankful look.

"Your the dumbass actually.." You let out a small giggle

A.N : Yes I know weird pt.1 I was thinking this can be a small 3-5 PT series! Lee know is rude but it's okay guys TT Please do not upload my works anywhere else this is my only acc and only app I will share my works on.

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[arkiliastuff]

Only Yours

One Shot | Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x Female Reader

Warnings : Fluff, Smut, masturbation (female receiving), unprotected sex p in v (wrap it up) (MDNI)

A/N : Alright, this one isn't really a request, but I wanted to write something for my dear friend @valiantroeagleangel about her favourite Swedish guitarist. I felt inspired by a poll she did about the BO members and by some screenshot of Jolly's Twitter account. So for my Jolly girlies out here, this one is for you ! I hope I honored him. Also, I wanted to balance as much as I could the fluffiness and some smut. I hope you'll enjoy it ! :D As usual let me know if I forgot to mention anything in my tags/warnings.

~ The little bean taglist : @talialovesmiw

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You let out an exhausted sigh as you left your working place. You were glad the day was finally over. You rushed out to your car, driving your way back home and enjoying your weekend. Perhaps you and Jolly will call tonight ? You were hoping so.

Once you’ve arrived at your front door, unlocking it with your keys and locking it behind you, you noticed the lights were on. You didn’t remember leaving them on though. As you were wondering if there was an intruder at your place, you heard a soft tune being played on your speaker. You recognized it. It was Wonderwall by Oasis. And it could mean only one thing.

As you got rid of your high heels and coat, you went directly to the living room. That’s when you saw him. Joakim. Your Jolly. He was sitting on the couch, a glass of wine in his hand. When he saw how astonished you were, he smiled so charmingly at you.

“Hey, love.” He spoke so softly.

“Hi… Joakim. What are you doing here ? I thought you were still on tour. You didn’t tell me… I mean.. I didn’t expect you to be home already !..” You let out still confusion in your voice but happy to see him here.

“Well first of all, I live here too, with my beautiful girlfriend. Second of all, if I had told you that I was coming back home, it would’ve ruined the surprise. I wanted to change our habit of you picking me up at the airport everytime, by coming directly here. And looks like the surprise worked.” He smiled.

He poured some wine in a second glass before standing up and heading towards you. You looked at him in awe, realizing he was really in front of you.

“Welcome back, love.” He said, lending the glass to you.

You took it, almost like an automatic move as you dropped your stuff on the floor. Still without a word, you hugged him, your free arm in his back, pulling him close to you. You hugged him so tightly, and he did too, both of you making sure that neither of you would spill the wine on each other.

“I’m so glad you’re back.” You muffled against him, feeling so emotional as tears rose up to your eyes “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too, love” He responded, leaving soft kisses on your head.

As you were breaking away from his embrace, trying to wipe your tears, he anticipated it, brushing his thumb on your cheek. He kept looking at you so lovingly.

“Here let me take care of you, darling” He said, leaning a bit to kiss your forehead “Let’s have a drink on the couch. You can tell me how work was.”

“I would love to.” You nodded with a small smile.

Jolly held  your hand like a gentleman, leading you to sit close to him. Then you toasted your reunion before you told him how exhausting your work was. You told him everything, every detail as he was actively listening to you, playing with your hair. It always felt like this when you were seeing each other. Joakim was your confidant and he loved listening to you, telling some funny story about your day or even bitching about some of your colleagues that were getting on your nerves. He loved seeing how expressive you were each time. And the drinking was also doing its effect as you were saying things more frankly than before.

“...But anyway, Betty is so annoying and she keeps giving her work to the young interns and finding excuses when the work isn’t done. I swear if I catch her again, I will not be nice.” You said while taking another sip.

“I can imagine, love. She looks like a pain in the ass…” He stopped you gently in your drinking seeing how quickly you were finishing your glass “Hey.. easy now. We don’t want you to get drunk before me. How about eating first ?” He suggested.

You stopped yourself, realizing how tipsy you were already. It’s been a while since you’ve drunk some wine with him. You felt your cheeks getting warmed because of the alcohol and the embarrassment of being drunk. You put your glass on the coffee table, getting a break in the drinking.

“You’re right. I’ll go check what we have in the fridge.” You said while standing up with Jolly helping you, his large hand on your lower back.

“Good idea. And while you’re at it, can you make me a sandwich, please ?” He teased.

You shifted on your heels, looking straight at him with jaded eyes, not sure if you heard him correctly. If he wanted to play this kind of game, well you could too.

“You have hands, right ?” You questioned.

“Yeah ? What about it ?”

“Then, you can do it yourself.” You concluded firmly.

“Please, baby ?” He faked a whine, trying to do a cocker face.

“Fuck no.” You answered, not falling for his trick.

Jolly laughed at your harsh answer, which he expected. He knew too well you wouldn’t do it after such a tiring day. So he stood up, joining you in the kitchen area as he hugged you from behind, his arms around your waist.

“I know, love. I was just teasing you” He chuckled, kissing your temple and your red cheek.

“Hmm.. Hmm..” You hummed, well aware of it. “I missed your sense of humor too, my sweet gingerbread Swedish man.”

He rolled his eyes, in a faked exasperation.

“Oh no, not this nickname again.”

“My sweet gingerbread Swedish man !” You repeated joyfully as you turned in his embrace to face him.

“Only yours.” He mused close to your face, snuggling gently his nose against yours.

You giggled at his tender move.Then, you cupped his face, caressing his cheeks. While you kept stroking his beard, Jolly closed his eyes appreciating your touch. As if you were seeing him for the first time. After all, it’s been so long you haven’t seen each other.. You had to find your marks again. You looked at him, analyzing every feature on his face, caressing his nose with your fingertips. Once you reached his lips with your digits, he opened his eyes.

“Hold on a second, love.” He whispered, leaning close to you, while reaching for something he saw behind you, on the kitchen counter.

You hold him close, feeling his tall and warm body against yours, inhaling his scent. He straightened himself back, holding a piece of gingerbread in his fingers.

“ I didn’t know you had some left.” He noticed.

“Well… I make sure to always have some at  home. It makes me think of you when you’re not here.” You said sheepishly, your face getting flushed.

He smiled at you, stucking the gingerbread piece between his teeth, before leaning on you to feed you. You took it in your mouth, eating it until you went to kiss Jolly���s lips. Several times. He didn’t expect you to be so feral already as he chuckled, breaking away the kiss.

“We had to eat something, remember ?” He joked.

“Yeah, but you just did.” You flirted, feeling horny. “ And I’m wondering if eating your lips counts as a meal too ?”

“Well, I’m sure we can make this work.” He said, grabbing your hips more tightly.

You kissed him more ravenously this time, holding his face in your hands. He pulled you so close to him, making your bodies into one. Both of you were deepening the kiss, tongues and teeth fighting for dominance. You wanted to devour him, tasting the gingerbread in his mouth. A flavor you linked to him. 

You felt your arousal growing even more, making your insides shiver, as you were losing your grip on his face, letting your hands slide on his torso. You suddenly bite his bottom lip, making him moan before he put his thigh between your legs. Feeling it on your groin made you whimper, the abrupt hardness of his thigh making your pussy melt. From there, you could tell you were already wet as your hips started to move on their own, rocking on Jolly’s leg. You needed some friction to relax your aching clit.

Jolly grinned under your kisses, feeling your mind getting away. He left your lips to slide to your neck, kissing it and biting it furiously. You moved your head to the side, leaving him more access as you let out more breathless moans.

“Jolly..” You whined.

Without a word, he understood what you needed. One of his hands left your hips, moving dangerously to your covered fold to stroke it. However, it wasn’t enough.

“Your fingers..Inside. Please.” You begged, trying to catch your breath.

He did as you said, his large hand going straight into your pants, then to your panties. You felt his cold fingers touching your pussy, melting with your wetness. You exhaled in pleasure, feeling your mind going blank when he started to draw small circles on your clit.

Your lewd voice was echoing in your whole apartment, making Jolly grinned as he continued to kiss you, his hand still in your panties. Yet he wanted to hear you more, your moans were like music to his ears. And so he put one of his fingers inside you, while rubbing your clit. Your next whine was so high pitched, you even surprised yourself to make such a sound. You couldn’t help it as you were melting under his touch, your orgasm getting close, while your nails were digging on his arms.

“Jolly ! I think I’m gonna–”

“Not yet, love. Let me come with you.”

With a desperate need, you quickly helped him unbuckle his belt, freeing his cock, as he helped you get rid of your pants and soaking panties. He kept you firmly against the kitchen counter, while  lifting one of your legs, allowing him to thrust himself inside you. You groaned together as you were both connected together after so long.

“You okay ?” He asked, a bit worried.

“More than okay.” You replied, breathing heavily. “Don’t stop now. I’m so close.”

He moved so firmly and slowly before hasting the pace. He grabbed you ass, lifting you up, as you wrapped your legs around his waist, tugging his hair and reaching for more feral kisses.

You reached your climax, coming undone on him. Jolly followed shortly after. You didn’t break the embrace just yet. Both of you wanted this feeling of being one again to last for a little longer, his body on yours. After a while, he left your embrace, your insides feeling empty and missing him in you already. Then, he helped you get down on the kitchen counter. You felt your legs trembling because of earlier, unable to make you stand up. You bursted into euphoria as you went into Jolly’s arms once more.

“Oh God…” You said between your laughs. “ That was so good. I almost forgot how it felt.”

Jolly smirked at you, satisfied to make you this happy.

“Thankfully, I’m staying a bit longer.” He said, kissing your forehead. “So you’ll have plenty of time to remember how does it feel–”

You nervously giggled, covering his mouth with your hands.

“I’m gonna shut your filthy mouth, Mister Karlsson ! But before any of this happens again, we should fix up this mess.” You replied, more softly at the end, looking with embarrassment at the kitchen area.

“You’re right. We’ll clean this up before taking a bath” He suggested, brushing one of your strands behind your ear.

“Sounds like a plan.” You mused, kissing him once more before fixing all the mess you did.

[lvrgirlrey]

can you do a Noe x reader where reader owns a little pastry shop he likes to visit because he absolutely LOVES her Tarte tatin, and her, and she likes him too but they're both too shy to admit it. One night she ends up working late and gets attacked by a malnomen but vanitas and Noe manage to save her. But in the process of saving Noe reveals he's a vampire. But it turns out she already knew because Noe is silly and has accidentally left it slip a few times?

Hit me with the fluffy

𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: this is such a cool idea i love it and thank you for being my first request! and it saves me the pain of having to think of an idea for a post XP it has been a while since i posted AND IM SORRY *^* college is hard so far but i am now calming stuff down and i finally found time to post so here i am! wont make u guys wait so long again i promise >.<

𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: none, this is just fluff but there is a small mention of blood

it was late afternoon when noé archiviste pushed open the door to the little pastry shop nestled between two narrow streets. the soft chime of the bell above the door signaled his arrival, and the sweet, buttery scent of freshly baked goods greeted him, like always. his gaze immediately swept over the quaint, cozy interior, and there she was—the reason he came to this shop every week.

you stood behind the counter, carefully dusting flour off your apron, eyes focused on a tray of pastries you had just pulled from the oven. the warm light of the shop made you look radiant, and for a second, noé forgot why he had come in. his heart raced just looking at you.

"good afternoon, noé," you called softly when you noticed him standing there, smiling brightly. the way you said his name made him feel giddy every time.

"good afternoon," he replied, his voice shy as he stepped toward the counter. "i—uh—just came by to grab a tarte tatin."

of course, that wasn’t the only reason. noé wasn’t just here for the pastry, although your tarte tatin was indeed his favorite thing in the world—well, next to you, though he would never admit that out loud.

you chuckled softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. "i should’ve known. it’s almost like you have a sixth sense for when they’re fresh out of the oven."

noé rubbed the back of his neck, feeling his face heat up. "well, i can’t resist. you make them so perfectly." he paused, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. "you’re, um, really talented."

the compliment made you blush, though you tried to hide it by turning away to package the tart. noé always did this—he said the sweetest things, but he seemed completely oblivious to how flustered he made you. he wasn’t like your other customers. there was something about him that had drawn you in from the first time he had stepped through your door. maybe it was the way he was so earnest and kind, or how his silver hair always seemed to catch the light just right.

or maybe it was the fact that every now and then, he’d say something or do something that reminded you he wasn’t quite human.

of course, you hadn’t said anything. you figured if noé wanted you to know, he would tell you in his own time. but you had noticed the little things—the times he had slipped and referred to himself in ways that didn’t quite match a normal human’s experience. the time he accidentally referred to someone being "alive" instead of "human." once, he had even let his fangs show when he smiled a little too wide, quickly correcting himself with an awkward laugh. it didn’t scare you, though. in fact, it made you like him even more.

you handed him the neatly wrapped tarte tatin, and as he reached out to take it, your fingers brushed for just a second. both of you froze. the air between you suddenly felt charged, and you quickly pulled your hand back, your cheeks burning.

"thank you," he muttered, staring down at the tart as though it had become the most interesting thing in the world.

"you're welcome," you replied softly, biting your lip to keep yourself from saying more. your heart thudded in your chest. how long were you both going to dance around this?

as noé fumbled with his coat, preparing to leave, you hesitated. you had wanted to ask him for a while now—maybe to stay longer, to talk more. but every time you tried, the words got stuck in your throat. so, instead, you just smiled and waved as he left, the door bell chiming softly behind him.

that night, you decided to stay late in the shop. business had been slow earlier in the day, and you wanted to prepare for the morning rush. the streets outside were quiet, and the soft hum of the oven was your only company as you worked.

the clock ticked toward midnight when you finally stretched, wiping your hands on your apron. you were about to call it a night when the door suddenly rattled. a cold chill crept through the air, and the hairs on the back of your neck stood up.

something was wrong.

the door burst open, and you barely had time to react before a dark, shadowy figure lunged at you, knocking you to the ground. you screamed, struggling to push it away, but the creature—a malnomen, you realized with horror—was too strong. its twisted, monstrous form loomed over you, eyes glowing with malevolent hunger.

just as you thought it was over, a flash of silver and black cut through the air. noé appeared out of nowhere, tackling the creature and sending it crashing into the wall. his movements were inhumanly fast, and for a moment, you just stared, shocked and breathless.

"noé!" you gasped, scrambling to your feet.

"stay back!" he shouted, his eyes glowing red. his fangs were bared, and you finally saw him for what he was—a vampire. but before you could fully process it, another figure darted in. vanitas. with a quick, precise movement, he held out his cursed grimoire, muttering an incantation that enveloped the malnomen in a bright blue light. the creature screeched in agony before disintegrating into nothingness.

the room fell silent, save for the heavy breathing of all three of you. you stood frozen for a moment, staring at noé. his red eyes slowly faded back to their usual color, and he wiped a bit of blood from his lip. he looked at you, panic flashing across his face.

"i—I can explain," he stammered, stepping back as though you might run from him in fear. "i'm...a vampire."

you stared at him for a second before a soft laugh escaped your lips. noé blinked, clearly taken aback.

"i know," you said quietly, a small smile playing on your lips. "i figured it out a while ago." noé's eyes widened in shock. "you...knew?"

you nodded. "you’re not very good at hiding it, you know. you’ve let it slip a few times."

vanitas let out a bark of laughter from the corner. "you mean you didn’t know she knew? i could tell the first time i saw her."

noé flushed, looking embarrassed. "but... you’re not scared?"

you stepped closer, your heart pounding as you met his eyes. "no, noé. i’m not scared of you. i trust you."

noé’s breath caught, his gaze softening. the tension between you grew thick, but this time, neither of you looked away. slowly, tentatively, he reached out, his hand brushing against yours. his touch was warm, despite everything, and you felt your chest tighten.

"i...i’ve always liked you," noé whispered, his voice barely audible. your eyes widened, and for a moment, you couldn’t speak. then, with a shaky breath, you smiled, squeezing his hand.

"i’ve always liked you too, noé."

and with that, the barrier between you finally crumbled, and the two of you stood there, holding each other’s hands, while the remnants of the night’s terror faded away into the quiet warmth of your little pastry shop.

this was such a fun thing to write i love it! thank u so much for requesting!!

[shiorimakibawrites]

Nelson & Murdock (Part 8 of Alley Cat)

Image credits: kissthemgoodbye.net / Amber Kipp / Nathan Dumlao

Pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!Reader

Word Count: 3257

Summary:  Reader meets two very good lawyers. And has an epiphany.

Can also be read here

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Warnings: Awkward flirting. Pining. Legal stuff written by a non-lawyer, Mentions of ableism.

Nelson & Murdock

by Shiori_Makiba

You arrived at the small office building a couple of minutes before your appointment. It was an older building but not rundown. And judging by the signs you could see by the doors as you headed for the stairs, home to a number of small businesses.

As you reached the second floor, the door at the end of the hallway opened. Out stepped a handsome man with brown hair dressed in a black suit wearing sunglasses and holding a long white cane in one hand. He was average height with broad shoulders, muscular without being bulk. And you were certain that you had seen him somewhere before.

But you hadn't. Surely you would remember meeting someone so handsome. That wasn't the kind of face you forgot. It's the kind of face that you fantasized about. Imagined yourself running your fingers through that fluffy-looking hair and feeling the roughness of that five o'clock shadow. Imagine those red, pouty lips pressing against yours . . . wait a minute!

You stood there in stunned disbelief. Could that really be him? Could those be the same petal soft lips that pressed against your cheek a few days ago? The same cheek that tingled from the memory. Or did this man walking toward you, his cane tapping back and forth in front of him, just happened to resemble what little you could see of Daredevil's face?

He stopped a little bit front of you, his head tilting in an equally familiar manner.

“Ma'am? Can I help you?” he asked. 

Your first thought was that he didn't sound like Daredevil. The Devil's voice was deeper, rougher with that gravely, growling rasp . . . but then you remembered how he had sounded when he promised not to go too far in that alley or when forgot himself while flirting or talking to you . . . a little higher but still deep, gentle and soft-spoken. Just like this man in front of you.

You couldn't believe what you were considering. This man was blind . . .

“Ma'am?” he repeated. “Do you need help?”

“N-no, I'm good,” you said. Then realized that you were blocking the walking path standing there gaping like an idiot.

“Sorry,” you said, feeling yourself flush as you moved to one side of the hallway so he had room to pass. “Didn't mean to get in your way.”

“It's fine,” he said with a smile as he continued on his way. It was (probably) inappropriate but you couldn't stop yourself from checking out his ass as he walked away. The trousers of his suit wasn't nearly as form-fitting as the Daredevil suit but still well-fitted enough for you to tell that this man also had one fine ass.

You shook your head. Blind ninja vigilante sounded like something out of a comic book. Even this crazy world with people like the Avengers, that still sounded ridiculous.

Then it got weirder. Because the door the man had come out of it? It was the office of Nelson & Murdock, Attorneys at Law according to the metal sign with raised lettering. While it also proudly declared it was the home of Page Investigations, you were pretty sure that wasn't Karen Page.

Assuming Karen Page was the Karen you spoke with on the phone. It was possible that they had hired a receptionist who just happened to almost be named Karen. It was a popular name. Weirder things, especially in this city, had happened.

Not nearly as crazy as contemplating if a blind man was a ninja vigilante.

You opened the door and entered the office. Sitting at the front desk was a pretty woman with shoulder length blonde hair in a dark blue suit who looked up at your entrance and smiled.

“Hello, I'm Karen Page. How can I help you?”

You introduced yourself and said you had an appointment for an initial consultation. Karen nodded and did something on her computer. She then stood up – she was tall and slim without being skinny – and gestured toward the row of mismatched chairs lining the wall. “Please have a seat while I get things set up. Coffee? Tea?”

“Coffee,” you said as you sat down in one of the chairs. For all that it didn't match the other chairs and was clearly secondhand, it was comfortable. While Karen poured your coffee, you took the opportunity to observe. The rest of the furniture in the public space was just as of a hodgepodge as the waiting chairs. All of the visible electronics – computer, multi-line phone, printers – were older models. No clutter and nothing left where it could create a tripping hazard. It also said louder than any words that this was a no-frills operation.

“Cream? Sugar? Cookie?” Karen asked.

“Cookie?” You repeated as you looked over at Karen. She was standing beside a small table, half-turned toward you. Behind her, on the top, you could see two coffee pots – one with freshly brewed coffee, one with water. The water one had something wrapped around the handle of the carafe. Presumably so the blind partner could tell difference between the otherwise identical coffee pots. You presumed that was the same reason that the little baskets containing what looked like little cups of creamer and packets of sugar were entirely different shapes.

And in Karen's hands was a familiar looking Tupperware container about half full of cookies.

“Yes, cookie,” Karen said, holding up the container. “Mr. Murdock got these from a friend but felt like he couldn't eat so many cookies all by himself. Do you want one? They're really good.”

“Sure,” you said before giving Karen your cream and sugar preferences. A few moments later, she handed you your coffee in a plain blue mug and a cookie in a napkin. You weren't entirely surprised to see that cookie was chocolate clip.

It was a good thing that Karen had her back to you when you bit into the cookie. Because this tasted exactly like your cookies. The ones you had given to Daredevil. As you chewed, you thought furiously.

There were three possibilities.

The first was that all of this was coincidence. Daredevil wasn't the only drop dead gorgeous man in this city. No reason that Murdock couldn't be one of those aforementioned very handsome men. Other people liked to use organic and otherwise unprocessed ingredients for their baked goods. It was implausible, not impossible, that one of those other people just happened to be friends with Murdock and randomly choose to make him chocolate chip cookies at the same time you baked chocolate chips cookies for Daredevil. That Tupperware container was a common item – there were probably thousands of identical copies of it on Manhattan alone.

Still that was a lot of coincidence. Too much coincidence for your taste. It stretched credulity to its breaking point.

The second was that Daredevil had decided to give Murdock most of his cookies. This possibility stung . . . maybe he was just being polite when he said your cookies tasted good. Through Karen also said they tasted good and she didn't know you were (possibly) the baker. Besides what kind of friend gives terrible tasting cookies to their friends . . . maybe it was less a re-gifting situation and maybe those cookies were some kind of weird retainer fee. If rumor was to be believed, it wouldn't be the first time that Nelson & Murdock had accepted baked goods instead of cash for payment. On the negative side, cookies don't pay the firm's expenses . . on the positive side, homemade baked ones don't have a paper trail. The IRS doesn't expect you to report how many pies you got this financial quarter. Strengthened the argument that cookies couldn't taste bad. You doubted Daredevil was stupid enough to pay his legal team with terrible cookies.

That one at least sounded plausible.

The third was that Murdock was Daredevil and he decided to share his cookies with his coworkers.

Part of you wanted to dismiss this possibility out of hand. Murdock was a lawyer. Being a vigilante in general was illegal. The damage he inflicted on criminals easily qualified his actions as second or third degree assault. An ambitious DA could possibly make an argument for attempted murder in some cases. All of which were felonies with mandatory jail sentences. It was violation of the Attorneys Rules of Professional Conduct specifically and legal ethics in general . . .

You startled when a hand touched your shoulder. You looked up and saw Karen standing in front of you, looking concerned and holding a small stack of papers. You realized that you must have missed her previous attempts to get your attention.

“Are you alright?” she asked.

“Y-yes,” you said. “S-sorry. Got lost in thought.”

She smiled. “Happens to the best of us. And people coming to a law office often have a lot on their minds. Are you ready?”

You nodded and got to your feet. You would untangle the puzzle of Daredevil and Murdock later. You followed Karen to the door with frosted glass. She knocked and called out, “Foggy, your two o'clock is here.”

Foggy? That was a rather unusual name.

“Come on it,” a man's voice called back. Karen opened the door and ushered you into the small office. It was much like the public areas of the firm – secondhand, mismatched but comfortable looking furniture and older electronics, almost obsessively neat.

Coming around the desk to greet you was a stocky blonde man dressed in a brown suit. He wasn't as classically handsome as his partner but was still good looking in that comfortable, guy next door kind of way. He extended his hand and said, “Hello, I'm Foggy Nelson.”

“Foggy?” you repeated, shaking his hand.

“Yeah,” he said and grinned. “It's better than Franklin.”

There was nothing you could say about that. If he wanted people to call him Foggy that was his prerogative. Besides, as far as eccentricities go, an unusual nickname wasn't a bad one to have.

So you introduced yourself and got yourself seated as Karen had a low-voiced conversation with Foggy while she handed him the stack of papers, that had been bundled together into different sets with the use of alligator clips. He nodded and pulled two of the stacks out of the pile. He was careful to keep them angled so you couldn't see what was written on them but that didn't stop you from noticing that one stack seemed to be made out of a different kind of paper. He sat back down in his chair and the two stacks were tucked away in a drawer in his desk as Karen walked out and closed the door behind her.

Then he returned his attention to you and asked, “What brings you to Nelson & Murdock?”

“The police might want to interrogate me.”

“About?”

“Daredevil. They seem to believe that I know who he is,” you said.

Nelson went rigid with tension. He studied you with shrewd blue eyes. In instant, the air of amiable absentmindedness vanished for something sharper and harder. In that moment, you knew those who underestimated Foggy Nelson did so at their own peril.

“And do you? Know who Daredevil is?” he asked in a calm, manner-of-fact tone.

“No,” you answered. It wasn't a lie. Because you didn't know that Murdock was Daredevil. You suspected he was Daredevil. Suspicion were not the same thing as knowing. Besides, it was an awfully big accusation to make. Something that, if true and could be proven by the authorities, would cost Murdock both his freedom and his law license. Could cost Nelson his license if they could prove that he knew and hadn't report his partner's unethical behavior to the bar association. Maybe his freedom too if they could find proof that he was an accessory to Daredevil's illegal activities.

Nelson relaxed a little but not all the way. He said, “I think you need to tell me exactly what happened.”

You described the encounter in the alley and your interaction with the police afterward. He listened, took notes, and asked a few clarifying questions.

Then he asked the big question, “Anything else?”

You hesitated. You knew you needed to be honest with Nelson. It was important that the client be candid with their attorney. They can't give you the best legal advice without knowing all the facts. Even the ones that don't paint their client in the best light.

But if your crazy notion was right and his legal partner was a vigilante . . . something he may or may not be aware of . . .

“That wasn't the first time you meet Daredevil,” Nelson said. It wasn't a question.

“No,” you admitted.

“Tell me,” he said. And after a moment of consideration, you told him.

Well, you told him most of it. You left out that Daredevil was an outrageous flirt with a plethora of cheesy pick-up lines. Describing his sort of rivalry with Houdini had already earned you an incredulous “What?” from Nelson.

You also kept how hot you found him to yourself. Those thoughts were embarrassing enough in your head. The very thought of saying them out loud . . . especially somewhere that the man you suspected of being Daredevil could return at any minute and overhear . . . no. A thousand times no. You would have to fake your death, change your name, and move to another country.

And that kiss to your cheek. Because that might lead to discussing both the previously mentioned thirsty thoughts and how much you have been pinning over him. And again, you would die of embarrassment if he came back and overheard that.

Nelson's legal advice was not unexpected. In that he recommended that you call the police the next time you encountered what was technically a wanted man. That some of your actions – namely assisting with his injury – could be considered slipping into murky waters of accessorial liability and that you shouldn't do that again. Or anything else that might considered assisting Daredevil commit crimes.

It was good advice. You felt a little bad that you weren't intending to follow any of it. But if you weren't crazy . . . and Nelson knew . . . then maybe Nelson would forgive you for ignoring his advice on this particular matter. Since he probably didn't want his partner to go to prison.

Nelson seemed to need a moment to collect his thoughts after that. You gave it to him since you also needed time to think. Preferably about something that wouldn't make you blush. Luckily your brain had the perfect thing to latch onto and over-analyze.

Murdock was blind. And you didn't believe he was faking it. The bar exam, for example, would have required him to visit an ophthalmologist so they could fill out a form verifying his disability, whether or not his impairment was likely to improve in the next six months, and what accommodations he needed to take the exam. And they wouldn't be the only ones who would want such documentation before they would allow him to use disability accommodations.

Between that and the ableism it would subject a person to, you couldn't see why anyone would fake being blind for any appreciable length of time. It sounded like a lot of trouble for very little benefit.

You didn't know the extend of his blindness. Most visually impaired people weren't completely, no light perception blind. It was possible that Matt (and if you were right Daredevil) had some sight. Just not enough to do things like read documents with standard-sized lettering but enough that he could fight without a guide. You knew there were blind martial artists but you didn't know if they needed a sighted guide to compete.

Even if he was completely blind, you had seen a documentary once about blind people who had learned how to echolocate. It wasn't an easy skill to learn. It was your understanding that most people found the white cane or a guide dog far easier to learn and/or adjust to. But it was possible. And if it was possible for someone with human-level hearing . . . than it was entirely possible for someone with superhuman hearing.

And being blind might explain some of Daredevil's peculiarities. Like his strategy of taking out of the lights before attacking. If he was already used to navigating without sight, the resulting darkness wouldn't bother him. But it would bother his opponents who presumably weren't so accustomed to working without their sight.

And when you thought about, you realized that he never mentioned seeing horrible things happening to people. Only terrible things that he had heard. He didn't look for trouble. He listened for it . . .

It was crazy but . . . but . . .

The silence in Nelson's office was scattered by a knock on the door that startled both of you.

“Foggy?” called a male voice through the door. Murdock had returned.

“Come in Matt,” Nelson called back. There was a peculiar tension to his voice. Like he was barely restraining the urge to yell.

Well if what you suspected was true and if Nelson knew about it, you couldn't blame him for wanting to loudly demand what the hell Murdock was thinking . . . . A sentiment that only strengthened when Murdock came into the office and you saw the visible effort it took for Nelson not to glare at him.

Looking closely at the jaw line and that mouth, you were more than convinced than ever. But you weren't going to confront him here. On the off-chance that Nelson didn't know about his partner's extra-legal activities.

“Do you have the papers for the McNamara file? Karen was supposed to print them for me before she headed out,” Murdock asked, either obvious to or ignoring the tension in his partner. You were betting on ignoring.

“She did,” Nelson confirmed. While he was opening his desk drawer, he said, almost casual. “This is Matt Murdock, my business partner. Matt, say hello to our new client. She is sitting in the chair at your three o'clock.”

“Hello,” he said with a smile, turning his head in your direction. “I believe we met in the hall.”

“How –?” you started to ask before remembering that it was a silly question.

“Your shampoo and lotion. Makes you smell like coconut and vanilla.”

“I smell like a coconut macaroon?” You asked. Then wanted to groan. Why did you always lose control of your mouth around this man?

A wicked grin spread across his face. “Very much so. I quite like the taste of coconut macaroons.”

You felt your face flush. You had the feeling he wasn't talking about cookies.

Nelson gave his partner an irritated look. “Stop flirting with our client.”

“I wasn't flirting.” Murdock objected and did his best to look innocent. Nelson rolled his eyes and muttered something too low for you to hear under his breath. Which only made Murdock's lips twitch with amusement.

“If you can forgive my partner for being a flirt,” Nelson said, ignoring Murdock's objection to being called a flirt. “I would like to be able consult him about your case. Do I have your permission?”

“Yes, of course,” you said.

“Then lets get all the necessary paperwork filled out, read, and signed.”

So you did and soon all the Is were dotted and the Tees crossed. You made your first retainer payment to the firm before leaving your new lawyers to whatever discussion / argument about you that Nelson had been waiting patiently to have.

You headed home and tried to think about how you were going to tell Daredevil about knowing he was a blind lawyer ninja vigilante. It was going to be an interesting conversation.

Ending Notes

It finally happened. Reader has now meet Matt Murdock.

And yes, that Matt got to meet Reader in the hallway before she meet Foggy and her cookies being in the office were both intentional. Apparently he decided that being subtle was for the birds.

I'm not a lawyer. My assessment of charges the characters could be facing is based on my interpretation of the New York Penal Code. An interpretation that could be wrong. Since not a lawyer. Furthermore, Foggy's legal advice to Reader is my best guess for such as advice and absolutely should not be taken as actual legal advice.

Again, if any lawyers are reading these stories and feel I have erred on the legal front, please feel free to offer constructive criticism in the comments.

[blackfeatherdragon]

Day 5 of @ygorarepairweek!

Title: These Fragile Souls

Pairing: Aztecshipping

Wordcount: 1,580

Rating: G

Prompt: Crossover (Crossover with His Dark Materials/Daemon AU)

Ao3

(Full fic also below the cut!)

"Why are you letting him bodyguard us, Yuma?" Indy cuddles next to Yuma on their hammock bed in her fox form, her voice a sharp whisper so that the occupant of the room below won't hear her.

"Come on, Indy, III's trying to help now!" Yuma protests, automatically jumping to the defence of his unexpected bodyguard. "He's not a bad person-"

"You weren't the one being held between his dæmon's teeth at the edge of our range, Yuma!" Indy's whisper, delivered alongside her frantically swishing tail and flattened ears, gives Yuma pause. "He was ready to break us both for his family!"

"..." Yes, Yuma remembers that. He remembers that duel all too well. But...

"...He was hurting. I know if I was told there was a way to get Dad back, or..."

The words die in Yuma's throat at the thought of Astral, dead at the hands of Number 96, and he coils into himself as he presses back tears. Beside him, Indy cuddles close, her fur settling flat as she attempts to comfort Yuma.

For a moment, the two stay like that, grief taking over, then a soft cry sounds from the room below. Yuma considers not reacting, but when the noise sounds again, Indy uncurls herself and leaps out of the hammock, trotting over to the hole leading down and peeking through to see what's going on.

"...It's III. It looks like he's having some sort of nightmare." Indy lays her ears flat again at having to mention III, fur bristling at the thought of the pink haired boy and his terrier dæmon. "You could let him deal with it on his own-"

"No, he helped us against that Semimaru guy, so I can't leave him alone now!" Pushing back the grief as best he can (and only kind of succeeding), Yuma gets up as well, glancing at his clock long enough to see that it's currently midnight before approaching the hole down himself. Indy grumbles something under her breath, but takes her cardinal form anyways, flying up onto Yuma's shoulder before shifting into hamster form for better stability as Yuma lowers himself down into the room below.

"Hey, III? III!" Neither III or his dæmon stir at Yuma's voice, both faintly whimpering in their sleep. Yuma slowly approaches, one hand raised to try to shake III awake, but before he can touch him the boy snaps awake, staring around the bed and calling out an unfamiliar name frantically until his dæmon scrambles into his arms. The two remain like that, with III cradling the fluffy terrier tightly while both talk to each other in what sounds to Yuma like desperate English, before Yuma finally manages to say something.

"...Are you okay, III?" Both III and his dæmon startle at Yuma's question, III in particular looking like he forgot why he was here, then III slowly lets his dæmon go. The dog doesn't go far, instead pressing himself to III's side as he sits up to look at Yuma.

"...Yuma? Indy? Did I startle you?" III switches back to Japanese for Yuma, blinking in concern despite being the one who needed checking in on.

"We heard you down here and I came to see if you were okay! It looked like you were having a bad nightmare." Yuma slowly sits at the edge of the bed, ignoring how Indy runs across to his other shoulder just to put more space between herself and III's dæmon in favour of watching how III keeps his hand on the dog dæmon's head.

(Now that Yuma thinks about it, the pair seem almost scared to be separated, the grey furred terrier still pressed up to III and glancing up at him with concern as III continues to keep one hand on him. It's strange.)

"We're fine. We just had a nightmare, like you said." III's voice is soft, his normally bright green eyes hollow with fear as he glances again at his dæmon.

"...Are you sure?" Yuma would prod more, but Indy suddenly gasps, butting Yuma in the side of the head with her own tiny head.

"Yuma! The WDC finals, remember-"

III flinches at the mention of the finals, his dæmon pressing even closer to him, and suddenly Yuma knows all too well what the problem is.

"...III, is this about what happened to you before the finals?" Yuma almost hesitates to ask, feeling like he's treading somewhere dangerous, but III looks so anxious that he has to ask. Even Indy seems concerned, her bristling fur laying flat as she watches III.

For a moment, III doesn't answer, tense as he stares down at his dæmon, then, slowly, he looks back up at Yuma with those still hollow eyes.

"...Do you know what it's like to have your dæmon torn from you? It's lonely, like you lost a part of yourself that shouldn't be gone, and all I wanted was to get that part back." III gently picks his dæmon up again, cradling him in his arms as he speaks, and Yuma can't help but reach up to stroke Indy to remind himself that she's right there.

(He remembers all too well the stab of deep, uncanny fear at the sight of a dæmonless III aboard the rollercoaster portion of the WDC, his dull glassy eyes staring longingly at a quaking from terror Indy as he demanded a duel out of Yuma. There was nothing right about that duel, just as there was nothing right about IV or V when their crests made their dæmons vanish into golden Dust right in front of Yuma's eyes after their losses.)

"...He came back though, right? Tron gave him back." Yuma asks hesitantly, watching as III slowly nods.

(He's so far out of his depth on this. For once in his life, Yuma isn't sure how to approach the topic, isn't sure how to help III without making it worse.)

"...He did, and I'm happy to have him back, but I just...sometimes I wake up, and I don't immediately see him, and I think Bytaran's gone again, and I just..." III clings to his dæmon - Bytaran - as he mutters something back to III, and Yuma thinks he can hear a sniffle from III as he looks away.

"...I don't know what I'd do if something happened to Indy." He really doesn't, Yuma can barely imagine Indy not being around. Sure, he knows that witches can travel as far from their dæmons as they please, and that Astral and the Barians don't seem to have dæmons at all and get along just fine, but the thought of Indy ceasing to exist...

No, Yuma can't imagine that.

"Don't try to think of what you'd do, it's a waking nightmare." III mutters, before slowly lowering Bytaran back to the bed again. Then, hesitantly, III scoots aside to make room for Yuma, Bytaran settling himself between III and the wall, and Yuma almost doesn't believe the words that come next.

"I wouldn't mind if you stayed here tonight. Usually I can talk to my brothers when the nightmares are bad, but..."

Yuma hesitates, not entirely sure about sleeping with III, away from the attic, but when Indy shifts back to cardinal form and makes herself comfortable on the headboard of the bed, he takes it as a sign that he should do it.

"Is Byt...Bytaran comfortable there?" Yuma stumbles over the unfamiliar name (have III and Bytaran never spoken it around him before now?), and III manages a small laugh before a new voice speaks up.

"I'm not going to find a way to roll all the way over III and come in contact with you in my sleep, Yuma." Bytaran watches Yuma as he slowly lays down on III's other side, his eyes invisible for all his fur. "Nor am I going to attack Indy again."

Indy blinks down at Bytaran, who stares back up until III lays down again and sighs.

"We're sorry about that duel, by the way. I get it if you or Indy don't trust me after what we did to you and Astral, but we want to help now. I promise." Indy scoffs at the promise, but Yuma just smiles back, trust coming easily.

"You were trying to help your family. I don't think you ever wanted to hurt anyone."

III smiles weakly, apparently still unnerved by his nightmare, and Yuma decides to try a new tack.

"Hey, did you ever say what kind of dog Bytaran is? I thought he was a Yorkie, but Kotori said that's not right-"

That gets a snort out of III, a genuine laugh that puts Yuma more at ease than the anxious, fearful III from just moments ago.

"He-he's not-" More laughter, before III manages to pull himself together. "Yuma, he's a Skye Terrier. They're a rare dog breed these days, but they're very loyal dogs. There's actually a story in Scotland that's kind of like the story of Hachiko-"

"You thought I was a messed up Yorkie when we first settled too, III." Bytaran interjects, his tail wagging in amusement as III turns to face him in shock.

"Bytaran! How could you!?" III's betrayed tone gets a snort of laughter out of Yuma, and before long the mood has lightened up considerably, with III seemingly back to normal.

(And maybe, just maybe, having an impromptu sleepover was just what Yuma needed to help ease his own grief too, even if only temporarily.)

[qrrieterisunnq]

Meeting The Jones - Jack Hughes

strawberry girl masterlist

JACK!HUGHES X AMARA!JAMES — WARNINGS: crying, fluff, unedited, a little bit of angst, arguing — SUMMARY: It’s Christmas and Jack and Amara plan on having a peaceful day by themselves, (plus Esmeralda and Luke). But when their apartment doorbell rings and her parents' faces pop out, Amara knows it will be a long day. — WORD COUNT: 4,6K PART OF STRAWBERRY GIRL AU

Soft purrs sound through the living room along with low sounds coming from the tv, which is playing in the background, while Jack and Amara are cuddled on the couch, giggling and talking to each other, with Esmeralda on Amara’s lap.

“Oh, oh, and do you remember when Luke fell off the boat and popped out with the algae on his head?” both laugh at the memory that happened only a few months ago when they were in Michigan.

“Yeah, that was hilarious.” Jack throws his head back from laughter, his hands resting on Amara’s belly massaging it slightly.

“I remember your mom's face when she saw him.” Amara giggles her hair tickling Jack’s face but he doesn’t care.

The smile on his face only grows as he keeps listening to the angelic giggles and the soft purrs Esmeralda is making. His eyes are traveling between his girlfriend and the cat lying on her lap, his little family—a family he chose and wouldn’t change for anything.

When he’s about to say something, the doorbell rings through their apartment he stops himself and looks down at Amara with a questionable look.

“You expecting someone?” the confusion is written even on Amara’s head as she shakes her head no.

“No, but it could be Nico or someone.” She shrugs and both of them stand up and approach the door, opening it without bothering to ask who it is. As soon as the doors swing open and the seven faces of Amara’s family pop out, she stumbles backward almost dropping Esmeralda down, but Jack steadies her and smiles politely towards the people standing outside the apartment.

“W-what are you doing here?” Amara asks, her voice shaky just like her hands.

“Oh, I raised you better Amara! No ‘Hello! How are you? Please come in.’” her mother tsk, shaking her head as she holds her Louis Vuitton bag on her forearm.

“So will you invite us in or should we stay standing in the hallway?” this time it’s Adela who speaks, causing Jack to cringe at the sound of her voice.

“Yeah sure, come in, take a seat,” Jack says instead of Amara, ushering them inside. “Something to drink?” he asks as soon as he closes the doors and with his hand on Amara’s lower back her motions her deeper inside the apartment.

“Oh my gosh! You still have the cat?” Adela asks with disgust written all over her face as she stares at the fluffy ball on the couch. “Anyway, Liam will be here in a few, the girls wanted some drink or whatever.” Before Adela can shove Esmeralda down the couch, Amara runs to her and picks her up in her arms.

“Something to drink?” Jack asks again, standing behind Amara as he watches her family look around their place with judgment.

“Ah, yes, I’d like a Latte please,” Amara’s mom says a fake smile sitting on her lips. “And I forgot to mention this, but we’ll be staying at yours.” This time a mischievous smile lingers on her lips.

“F-for how long?” Amara asks in shock, stumbling back slightly and hitting Jack’s chest.

“Two days. But don’t worry, Liam and the girls will stay in a nearby hotel,” the first time Amara’s father, Michael, says something. “And I would like a black coffee.”

“And you Adela?” Jack asks her and diverts his eyes from her father to her. She batted her lashes, checking him out before answering.

“Oh, I’d like an iced coffee, but I’ll help you, I need to do it myse—” Amara doesn’t let her finish, her eyes widening in disbelief, as she watches her sister flirt with her boyfriend.

“I can make it, Adela. You are visiting.” Ara smiled at her, convulsively dragging Jack into the kitchen.

As soon as they get inside, she lets out a sigh of relief and starts boiling the water for the coffee. She strolls around the kitchen looking for the perfect glasses for the coffee her family wanted.

“Hey, hey, slow down, Berry,” Jack grabs her arm, stopping her in her tracks. “They can wait, okay.”

“No, no, they can’t,” she sighs, resting her head on his chest and taking a deep breath. “Oh my gosh! I completely forgot to introduce you to them!” She looks at him with horror in her eyes.

“Hey, take a deep breath, baby! I think they already know who I am, but if they don't, then that's okay. Just take a deep breath and let me help you with the drinks, okay?” He takes her face in his hands, kissing the top of her nose, drawing a soft giggle from Amara.

“Thank you.” Amara lets out a sigh and closes her eyes to calm her nerves slightly.

“So how did you two meet?” Spencer asks as soon as Amara and Jack sit down after the second round of drinks, this time for Spencer and his family.

“Through our mutual friend, Nico,” Amara smiles softly at her older brother while she pets Esmeralda sitting on her lap. “You actually know him.”

“Yeah, the Swiss guy! Nice dude.” he nods, looking over at his kids silently playing in the corner of the room.

“Yeah, and what about you? How are you doing in Norway?” Jack asks Spencer’s wife, Anniken, with a smile on his face when he sees how out of place she feels. He rests his hand on Amara’s thigh, noticing the look Adela sends their way.

Spencer smiles softly at his wife when she starts speaking. “Really good. At least from my side,” she giggles, her thick accent noticeable in her voice, but both Amara and Jack find it cute.

“The same goes for me. I made a lot of friends here, and I have a job I really enjoy, so it’s amazing here.” Spencer finishes, kissing the side of his wife's head.

“Just a quick question. Are you planning on staying here for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day?” Amara asks out of place, but she needs to know if she has to go grocery shopping because they have food only for two of them.

“Yeah, I thought it was clear.” her mother says in a ‘duh’ tone, rolling her eyes.

“Okay, I was just asking,” Amara murmurs shaking her head slightly. Jack squeezes her thigh, not wanting her to have a fight with her mom or to be sad. “I will go grocery shopping tomorrow, I’ll take Nico with me because I want you to stay in here with them,” she whispers in his ear and then looks into his eyes pleadingly.

“Yeah, sure baby.” He kisses the side of Amara’s face bringing her closer to him.

“Hi, sorry about this,” Amara says when she enters Nico’s car. It’s seven a.m., and she is on her way to do the grocery shopping.

“Hey, it’s okay. I get it,” He smiles at you as he pulls off. “So how long are they staying?” he asks slowing down at the lights, handing her his phone so she can play their shared playlist.

“Until Christmas Day, " she says with annoyance. It’s not that she doesn’t love her family—she does, well, at least her brother’s family—but she wants a quiet and calm Christmas.

“That long?” he asks in disbelief, his brows almost touching his hairline. “Jesus, good luck with them.”

“Yeah, thank you.” She sighs, resting her head against the seat. “Anyway, I need to buy more food because I had only for me, Jack, and Lu,” she sighs again, opening her notes where she had written the shopping list last night.

“I think if Luke finds out your family is here, he’ll stay at mine. You know he doesn’t like them,” he says, trying to make something funny from the situation, but when Amara looks at him with sadness in her eyes, he instantly regrets it. “I didn’t mean it like that, Ara.” He sighs, mentally slapping himself.

“I know, Ni. I’m just sad that they are as they are.”

“Yeah well, you got to see them only once per year so don’t let them overwhelm you. You have your family here. You know that guys love you.”

“Yeah, I know, and I love them.” she smiles nudging his hand.

“Okay, now tell me where we are going.”

Amara wakes up due to loud sounds coming from the kitchen. She looks next to her, where Jack usually lies when he has a day off, but not today. In her pajamas, she leaves the bedroom, only to be met with the loud voices of her mother and Adela and the sweet smell of something Jack is cooking.

Still sleepy she walks through the living room, not caring about the looks her mother and sister are giving her, and enters the kitchen, her head bumping into something firm but soft.

“Oh babes,” Jack chuckles, wrapping his hands around her as does she. “Still sleeping, right?” he asks pressing soft kisses in her hair making her melt into his embrace.

Tiredly she nods against his chest, breathing in his calming scent. Her arms lock behind Jack's back as she presses tighter against his firm body.

“You want coffee and something for breakfast, Berry?” he asks, his hand rubbing comforting circles on her back because he knows that waking up for her is sometimes hard.

“Please.”  She nods and rasps out.

“Okay, go get yourself ready and when I finish your food I’ll come for you okay? I am just finishing their breakfast and then I’ll politely tell them to go out for a few hours so Luke can come over and help us prepare the food. Okay?” he whispers in her ear, gently unlocking her hands from behind his back.

“Thank you, J.” She kisses his cheek and turns around walking out of the kitchen to their bedroom, but when she’s already inside she hears something that catches her ear.

“No wonder Jack flirts with me when she looks like this.”

Amara closes the door behind herself taking in a deep breath. “Jack loves you. He would never flirt with Adela.” She says to herself trying to believe those words, but this little voice inside her head tells her that she’s naive if she thinks that he would not.

She hates it when her head is against her. The voice inside her should say ‘Girl! You are gorgeous and you know Jack’s head over heels in love with you! He would never!’ but it says the opposite, and she hates it.

She enters the bathroom and looks at her face in the mirror. She cringes at the sight. Her hair is messy, and she has marks from the pillow on her cheeks.

She shakes her head and starts with her morning skin routine.

 “Lu? Can you please hand me the sour cream, please?” she says over her shoulder.

“Yeah sure,” he smiles, opening the fridge and pulling out the sour cream and handing it to her. “You are doing mashed potatoes?”

“Yeah, the cheddar ones. Why? You don’t like them?” she asks in horror as she turns at him with tears forming in her eyes. This is the first Christmas she has together with Jack and Luke, plus her family and she doesn’t want to mess up.

She loves Jack’s family, and she really doesn’t want them to hate her, just because she cooked something her sons don’t eat.

“No, no I love them, really Berry!” Luke says quickly, not wanting his sister-in-law to cry.

“Really?” she looks up at him, from under her lashes, wiping under her eyes.

“We all love them, if Quinn was here, he would eat it all by himself.” He says with a smile, bringing her in a hug. She laughs at his comment snuggling inside his chest.

“Oh, come one Luke! Find your own girlfriend and leave mine.” Jack shouts when he sees his brother hugging his girlfriend.

Luke moves from her with his hands in the air, laughing at his brother’s jealous ass. “Calm down big boy! Just having a brother and sister moment with my sister.”

“Well, I found her first so find yours.” He murmurs as cradles Amara in his arms. She stays there for a while but after a few seconds, she gets out of his embrace and moves to the mashed potatoes she was doing a moment ago.

Right now she doesn’t really wanna be in Jack’s presence after what she heard, but she doesn't want to create tension here, especially on Christmas, so she smiles at him and continues cooking.

“Okay so I am gonna do the Prime Rib, so you Luke, you can make the stuffing, what do you say?” Jack suggests, sending Luke a look that says, ‘don’t you dare’. Luke chuckles and nods his head, all three of them getting into the work.

After about three hours of cooking, they are already done and curled up on their couch. “Lu, I just want you to know that if you don’t want to spend Christmas with us because of my family, Nico said that he will be glad if you come over,” Amara says in a sad tone because she knows he will probably leave when he gets to meet his family.

“No, I wanna spend Christmas with you guys! It is the first Christmas away from home and I’m thrilled to spend it with you!” he looks at his sister-in-law with a wide smile on her lips. “And I am sure your family isn’t that bad.” He smiles at her, really thinking that her family isn’t that bad.

“You don’t know them, buddy.” Jack sighs quietly to Luke and pulls Amara closer to him, kissing her hair.

“So We have this little tradition in our family,” Jack says as you all stand by the table, waiting for the toast. He looks at Luke who is standing right next to him.

“Yeah we all say one word to describe what we are grateful for, so if you wouldn’t mind, doing it?” he cocks his head to the side measuring the people around the table.

The first one to speak is Adela, who throws her hair behind her shoulder, fluttering her lashes at him.

“No, of course, we wouldn’t,” she says in a flirty voice, causing Jack to send her a forced smile. He doesn’t notice the look Amara gives him and his sister as she watches her flirt with him.

“Yeah, I actually like your tradition.” Spencer smiles and Anniken nods in agreement.

“Okay, what do you say Berry?” he asks with a lovesick smile which drops when he sees her looking down on the table.

She quickly whips her head up, giving him a half smile and nodding her head in agreement.

“Okay, I’ll start,” Luke coughs trying to melt the tension between Jack and Amara. “Sister.” She smiles, winking at Amara who blushes at his words.

“Uhm, shop.” Amara’s mother says, earning a giggles from Adela who obviously know what is she talking about.

The room is then filled with words such as ‘love’ ‘family’ ‘Berkin’ and ‘toys’ before the turn is on Amara who looks at Luke and then at Jack finding the right word for what she wants to say.

“Devil’s,” she says, giving Luke and Jack a cheeky smile as she thinks of all the boys on the team, especially Jack, Luke, and Nico.

Luke blows her a kiss and wiggles her brows at her.

“Okay and now the cherry on the top.” Luke points at his brother, as Adela’s giggles fill the room.

“Strawberry.” He says, not listening to Adela's words as his eyes are locked on the pretty girl beside him. Amara raises his head, her eyes sparkling with love as she looks into Jack’s blue ones. She smiles at him and takes his hand in hers, squeezing it tenderly.

“Okay so everyone said what they wanted and now is a time for toast and dinner,” Luke says taking in hand his glass of white wine. Everyone follows as the toast for Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.

“Oh Jezz, Lu!” Jack suddenly whines, making Amara flinch, on her seat, because she didn’t expect it. “Sorry, baby.” He apologizes immediately, kissing the top of her hand. “Did you order the present for mom and dad?” he looks at his younger brother with wide eyes.

Luke stops in his tracks, reviewing the last week if he had time to order it or not. “Yeah, yeah, I did! I was on a call with Quinn when I booked it.”

“Thank God.” Jack sighs in relief, stuffing his mouth with mashed potatoes.

“So, Jack, I watched your games, you play amazing!” Adela says in a flirty tone, while her mom smiles at Jack as if she knows what is her daughter trying to do.

“Oh uhm, thank you,” He clears his throat, swallowing the food. “I am just doing my job as best I can just like the other guys on our team. Nothing special,” he shrugs, squirming in his seat uncomfortably. “Actually, Luke here is rocking!” he tries to draw the attention away from himself.

“Oh shut it, Jack.” Luke blushes slightly at his words.

“What! It’s true Lukey! You are rocking it!” Amara smiles at him, sending him a wink. Luke shrugs it off, putting more food on his plate.

“And Jacky, you are defenceman? Or wing? I have a mess in this hockey dictionary.” She giggles and flatters her lashes at him.

Amara rolls her eyes at her sister and tries to swallow the gulp in her throat as she tries to not be jealous, or let her thoughts and the voice in her head win, but it is hard as she watches her sister flirt with her boyfriend, and him, seemingly not noticing it or liking it.

She looks at the other end of the table, where she sees her brother already looking at her with his protective look like he’s about to say something, but she just shakes her head, not wanting to make a scene.

Spencer clenches his jaw and sends triggers through Adela's head.

“I am center, but Lukey here is defenseman.” Jack points at Luke, who is stuffing his mouth with the stuffing.

“Oh, nice,” She nods, with no interest in her voice. “So, what is your job as center?” she asks him again, pursing her lips and checking Jack out.

Just as she says it, Amara abruptly stands up, the chair almost falling on the ground. “Excuse me, I need to freshen up.” She says with her voice croaking in the process. Luke looks at his brother, shaking his head lightly. He noticed it too, but it seems like his brother is oblivious to the fact that Adela is flirting with him.

“Always had to be dramatic.” Her father says, shaking his head. Adela and her mother laugh, nodding their head.

Luke stands up and with an apologetic smile, he leaves the room. He knocks on the door to Amara’s and Jack’s room, opening it, only to see no one in there, so he knocks on the door to the bathroom.

“It’s me, Ara, can you please open the door?”

“I am fine, Lu, go eat, I’ll come in a minute.” She says calmly, but Luke can say, she’s crying.

“Amara!” he sighs in a warning tone. He knows it came out a bit too harsh, but he also knows how to handle her in these situations.

A few seconds later he hears the click of the lock and shuffling in there. He opens the door and immediately pulls Amara in a hug. “Hey, don’t cry!” he whispers in her ear when he hears her sniffing. “You know Jack loves you,” he rubs her back, trying to calm her down. Amara nods in agreement, and sniffs, pulling away from him slightly. “He couldn’t be a minute without you and you know that, sis.”

“But he…she is prettier, and…and nothing like me,” she sniffles, new tears forming in her eyes. “She’s slimmer, she’s prettier, and just has everything I don’t.”

“Hey! Don’t ever talk like this about yourself! You are gorgeous and I bet everything that Jack thinks you are the most gorgeous woman in this whole world, so don’t!” he says harshly, but he means it in a good and Amara knows it.

“I am sorry.” She sighs, wiping under her eyes.

“Come on, sis! Let's get you cleaned! You look like a clown.” He chuckles teasingly, earning giggles from her. “And I thought something was wrong with you being nice to me.” She smacks his chest but moves to the mirror to freshen herself up.

“And I thought there was something wrong with you being all nice to me.” She smacks his chest but moves to the mirror to freshen herself up.

“Is everything okay?” Jack whispers in her ear as she sits down on her seat by the table.

She nods her head, smiling at him a kissing his cheek. “Yeah, everything is fine. Sorry.”

“We’ll talk about this later hm, pretty girl?” his smiles wide and his hand reaches to her face to tug the strand of her hair behind her ear.

— — — — — — — —

“Berry,” Jack says in surprise as he opens his present. “No baby!” he sighs, looking at his girlfriend in awe.

“What? You’ve talking about it for the past few months,” she shrugs, smiling at him teasingly.

“Yeah, but…” he starts but she shushes him.

“No buts, J. You wanted this, so I bought it. Thank you is enough.” She giggles, wiggling her brows at him.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” he whispers between the kisses he gives her. “I love you.” He then pulls away looking down at the new game for their ps5.

“You are welcome.” She smiles, moving his hair from his forehead.

“Don’t want to interrupt this… whatever is happening here,” Adela says and throws her hand in the air. “But I have something for you Jack.” She smiles flirty and hands him her preciously wrapped gift. Amara scoots away, sighing slightly.

“Oh, uhm… Thanks, but I have nothing for you.” Jack takes the gift from her with an awkward smile.

“Oh, that's okay.” She waves it off and sits in the space Amara made when she moved away.

Spencer is watching this whole scene that’s happening in front of his eyes.

His eyes are switching between his two sisters as one is sitting with tears forming in her eyes as she watches the other one flirting with her boyfriend.

Jack opens the present, wincing when he sees, a bracelet with A and J initials on it.

“Isn’t it cute! Now we match!” she shows him his wrist where is the same bracelet.

“Enough!” Amara yells, making everyone look at her with wide eyes. They never heard her yell. Ever. Adela rolls her eyes at her sister's dramaticism and turns back at Jack. “Oh, for fucks sake Adela!” she shouts again, this time walking to her a gripping her arm to move her away from her boyfriend.

“What now, drama queen?” she says annoyed, folding her arms across his chest.

“What now? WHAT NOW!” Amara repeats with sarcasm leaking from it. “I’ll tell you what! I am sick of you, flirting with my boyfriend in front of me!” she spits in her face, tears forming in her eyes. “I know I was never good for you,” this time she looks at her parents. “Since the moment, when doctors said to you that I have ADHD, you started treating me like trash. I got it okay! You wanted a perfect child but guess what! I AM NOT!” her voice cracks as she speaks, causing Jack to wince and stand up, but Amara looks at him and shakes her head. “And you! You are so fed up with your beauty, that you can’t act like normal sister. I know I am nothing like you! I am not slim or don’t have the perfect nails and other things, and it really, really hurts when you keep showing it to me every time you visit,” now Amara is crying, her mascara sliding down her cheeks, as she tries to breathe normally. “Now excuse me.” She whispers and runs inside their bedroom. Everyone sits in the living room in silence, before Adela breaks it.

“So dramatic. I don’t underst—”

“Shut up! Adela!” This time, it is Jack who yells. The vein on his forehead pops out and tears form in his eyes.

“I am so fed up with you! You are the most annoying person I have ever met,” he spits in her face turning to her parents, who are watching him with wide eyes, while Spencer watches him with a proud smile. “And you!” he points at them with venom in his voice. “You don’t deserve her as a daughter. I want the three of you out of my apartment right now! Pack your shits and leave. Luke, kick them out if they are not packed within half an hour,” he says to his brother in a calmer voice and turns to Spencer and his family with an apologetic look. “You are always welcome here, you can stay here and…” Spencer interrupts him with a smile as he pulls him in a hug.

“Thank you, but we will leave too. Go check up on your girl. I am sure she needs you right now.” He pats his back, running to his bedroom.

He knocks on the door and says, “Berry? Can I come in? Please?” he hears, only shuffling coming from the room, so he decides to open the door, and to his surprise, they are open.

His heart drops when he sees his girlfriend’s body shaking from crying on their bed. He closes the door and strolls over to her, immediately pulling her to his lap.

“I am here! Don’t cry please!” he whispers in her ear, squeezing her to him even more. “It breaks my heart seeing you crying.” His voice croaks and tears stream down his face.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t—” she hiccups and sniffles, pulling her face away from Jack’s. “I didn’t want to make a scene.” She swallows hard but relaxes when she feels his hands on her face, wiping the tears away.

“No baby. You had all right to do it. And I am so fucking sorry. I shouldn’t have talked to her at all. I knew she was flirty, but I didn’t want them to make them feel uncomfortable in here,” He whispers, tears sliding down his cheeks. “But maybe that is exactly what I should do. And I am so sorry it made you feel like this! I love you so much! I love everything about you baby!” he says frantically, looking into her eyes, to make sure, she understands what he’s saying.

Amara smiles at him, her hands coming to his cheeks, and this time it is her job to wipe the tears on his cheeks. “I know and I am sorry that I ever doubt that.” She whispers resting her forehead on his.

“It’s okay. I guess I must do a better job in showing you.” He smirks through his tears and slightly tickles her, earning a shriek from her.

Amara lets out a loud sigh when he stops and looks into his blue eyes. “I think I need to say sorry to Spencer and his family. I ruined their Christm—”

“No, you don’t, they understand. And maybe we should stay here for the next twenty minutes. I kinda kicked your family out of here.” He says, chuckling nervously because he doesn’t know how she will react.

“Good,” Amara nods and presses her lips to his in a tender kiss. “Because I would do that if you don’t.” she giggles. Jack just looks at his girl, sitting on his lap and giggling.

[ragdollrain]

On Saturday, I had the fortune of seeing Beetlejuice the Musical live at the Marquis theater running on nothing but a few hours of sleep, black tea, borrowed french fries and a vegan brownie. All of the main cast was the same except for Adam, who was played by the very talented Graham Stevens. A few things stuck out to me in this performance, so here they are!

I’ll start by saying the audience had a great time and the cast absolutely killed it (as usual). People seemed to go especially wild for “No Reason” -- almost every one of Delia’s lines throughout the show got a laugh from the audience. There was a standing ovation at the curtain call, it was amazing. 

- Alex flipped the bird at the audience at least 3 times throughout the show. It was hilarious and very quick and subtle each time.

- Sad puppet show: “Noooooo! I’m only 11 years old! There’s so much I wanted to do!”

- During Fright of Their Lives, he jumped at Barbara’s first “primal scream” before settling down and looking disappointed. 

- “Or dress like a baby!” “What the shit, Adam?”

- The line “nobody’s like me,” after Fright of Their Lives was delivered in the saddest way possible. The man sounded like he was crying -- he stepped away and said “sorry” in the smallest voice. The audience literally “awwed” at him, it was such an experience. The “fuck you guys” after that was also delivered quietly through tears. This made his invisible reprise on the roof so much more depressing, you could almost feel it in the room. 

- I can’t remember exactly which other lines were delivered this way, but there were a few moments before Fright of Their Lives that matched up. Overall he really played up that aspect of Beetlejuice.

- After That Beautiful Sound, two of the clones ran off the stage through the staircase on the aisle (I was right at the edge), and one of them was SCREAMING laughing and it was the funniest fucking thing.

- When Beetlejuice announced he was going to marry Lydia, before saying it was a green card thing, the skeletons and the clones made the confused Scooby Doo sound. “Ruuh?” I have no idea if this is the norm but it made everyone laugh and it was great. 

- During Creepy Old Guy, as Lydia’s veil was being unraveled and Adam was pulling him to the side, he leaned over and tried to kiss him. Twice. He was rejected both times and stumbled away. 

- Are you familiar with that post about the audience reacting to Beetlejuice’s death as though a real person was stabbed live on stage? Yeah.

- When Juno appeared, rather than freezing in fear he appeared to be possessed by her. She pointed in his direction and his arms went up, and he moved to try and tug them out of place. 

- The audience responded to “Look, Lydia! Now we both have dead moms!” in many different ways. They were silent for a moment, then a quarter of them booed, another quarter laughed, and I think a few people cheered and clapped. 

Side notes

- After the line “the sound of clean white shorts going brown!” a guy behind me said loudly to his friend that he didn’t get it. 

- Someone yelled “gross” in an angry way at Charles and Delia making out with each other.

- My friend referred to Lydia as “Linda” after the play. This isn’t about the performance but people need to know. 

Overall, everyone was incredible! I’m so happy I got to see it -- I didn’t think I would be able to but I did. I’m glad I saw it exactly as I did too -- being very familiar with it already and having this build-up beforehand because you already love it. And you don’t miss any lines, so there’s no potential for you to get lost or confused with the plot. I didn’t think I could get *more* into it, but somehow I did. Seeing this More Baby Than Bastard Beej will probably affect how I write him, too. 

[tohokuu]

starry dreams - tattoo artist ! yunho

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warnings : fingering, jealous ! yunho, rich boy ! yunho, tattoo artist ! yunho, unprotected sex, choking, spanking, bondage ?, mirror sex, edging, mean ! yunho. also fluffy

wc : 4.3k

a/n : after uh... 6 months ?..ahah here's the tattoo artist yunho fic I promised you guys. this is the last installment of the tattoo artist fics !

part 1

part 2

it’d been a while before you had come to the same tattoo shop again.

college and work had you so swept up that you completely forgot about your original plans with your tattoos.

walking in as you had done many times before, you were greeted with the familiar face of mingi, a face you had grown to love.

“hello, y/n!”

and this time, instead of just greeting you, the tall male came around to give you a nice friendly bear hug. his hair was dyed a different color and smile was brighter than before. contrary to the other times you had visited his workplace, today he was dressed in a muscle tee that tied off at his waist. you stared at his arms that had become more toned than your last visit. his chest had grown more muscle and the temptation to bury your face in it was strong.

but alas, you were pulled away by the one and only wooyoung.

he flashed a toothy grin at you, “y/nnn ! my favorite client !”

he gave you a hug just as mingi had done. it was longer than it needed to be and you assumed it was due to the events of your last visit.

suddenly flashes of images of his face between your legs filled your mind. you shuddered, pussy getting slick as you thought about it more.

“you haven’t come and visited in a while. is everything alright ?”, his concern was cute, eyebrows downturned as he tried his best to steal you away from mingi. but it seemed like even wooyoung would not be able to captivate you this time. a hand pulled you around and you swore that if these boys didn’t stop pulling you all over the place, you were gonna get whiplash.

“y/n ! hey, you made an appointment with me this time !” yunho chimed.

his stature seemed so much taller when you were standing this close to him. his smile accentuated his cheekbones and you almost fell back from how blinding it was. “hello, yunho !” you responded.

he put a hand on your shoulder, nodding to mingi that he'd take care of your paperwork personally. it was odd, this time you didn’t have to wait. there was no previous clients and there were no boys in their rooms. “they’re out today. mingi and wooyoung are leaving soon as well, so it's only gonna be us until they come back.”

yunho led you down the familiar hallway, taking you back to a studio that belonged to him. you recalled the last couple rooms you had seen. san’s was awfully colored in purple and pink led’s and wooyoung had a cheetah print carpet with a pink wall.

this room was a lot more simple, with accents of soft gold and specks of black in the decor. it was set up similarly to wooyoung and san’s room but yunho’s vibe was completely different.

“your studio is really pretty.” you complimented.

he smiled in response. “thank you, i’ve worked quite hard on it.” his voice held an ounce of sarcasm that you found to be laughable.his hands worked up to fix the tools he’d be using for your tattoo today.

“so i looked at the design you texted me last night. i’m glad you chose me for it. wooyoung would have added one too many flower petals.” you giggled at his mention of the loud tattoo artist who had fucked you a little too well on your last visit.

“you’re pretty when you laugh.” he blurted.

a soft glow gusted your cheeks as you looked up at him, mouth forming into a nice smile.

“thank you.” you answered.

he chuckled lightly, leaning back on his swivel chair to grab a couple forms and then turned back to hand them to you.

“just fill these out real quick, sweetheart. it’s only gonna take a minute.” he said. his voice was low and he seemed more than eager to get to touching your body.

you got to work as he handed them to you, fingers brushing past just slightly. you took notice to his large hands, fingers adorned with rings and just as many tattoos as the ones littering his thighs. his jeans had large tears in them as you couldn’t help but sigh at the muscle that flexed each time he moved.

“do you enjoy staring at me, darling or are you gonna fill those papers out ?” you looked up, embarrassed that you were caught lacking.

“n-nothing. i’ll get started on it.”

it was a good three minutes later when you fully finished up the form, skimming over it to make sure nothing was out of the order. you placed the papers on his desk, sitting back on the chair as he prepared the various tools.

“i’m so ready to get you tatted up, sweetheart.” yunho chimed. you hummed in agreement, just as excited to get your third tattoo from this shop. you had decided that you’d get a tattoo from each of the members, willing to be their little collage. once you’d be done with all eight, you’d have a piece of each of them on you. unless they wanted to mark you in other ways.

“yunho, how long have you been doing this ?” you asked.

he didn’t respond right away, taking a small pause before completing the line on your skin. “i’ve been working with hongjoong and the rest for a good 2 years now.” you nodded, leaning over to see the way the needle inserted ink beneath your skin.

you noticed his hands once more. they looked smooth, so pretty and the black gel polish he and hongjoong wore on their ring fingers was not gone unnoticed. he made light conversation with you as the tattoo continued. it was a fairly simple design but it would be so beautiful once completed.

he took his time with making it as intricate as possible. lines going over and under each other to create a beautiful ensemble that screamed yunho.

he wiped down your arm, wrapping it with film. the tattoo process had not taken long at all. it was a quick and easy job done and so much more different compared to the times you had gotten a tattoo from wooyoung and san.

“that was quite fast.” you commented. yunho chuckled, “what ? were you looking forward to something, sweetheart ?” you shook your head, clearly lying. the room was tense for only a moment until yunho blurted something out that you did not expect in the slightest.

“let's go on a date.”

you looked up at him. a date ?

“why would i go on a date with you ?” you asked him. he chuckled deeply, setting the tattoo gun off to the side. “why not, y/n ? you just like playing russian roulette with all of us, then ? just a tattoo and fuck ?”

his tone was accusing to say the least.

“n-no. not at all. i-i’m just saying like.. why are you asking me to go on a date ?” your face burned red. yunho looked you dead in the eye. the anticipation in your stomach grew as you wondered what he was gonna say.

“i just think you're pretty.”

your nerves physically loosened. “what ?” you asked him. “is that all ?”

the handsome boy nodded. “mhm. just think you’re cute. and i’d like to make my move before anyone else gets to, right ?” his voice was alluring, throaty and sweet.

“y-yeah, but don’t you think wooyoung might get ups-” “don’t worry about him.” the boy interrupted.

“he had his chance to make his move so now i’m gonna make mine. he’s gotta respect his hyungs too, you know ?” you nodded. taking in the confidence that he exuded from his tall, lean body that was adorned with far too many tattoos than you could count.

“does saturday work for you ? we can do anything you’d like.” he chimed, a smile adoring his preposition. you nodded, not minding anything that seemed to happen between you and any of the other boys in this shop.

“well, good. i’ll see you then. let’s get this tattoo business cleared up, shall we ?”

you nodded, exiting the room with the bottle of essentials and instructions that he was supposed to give out after every procedure. yunho was correct about everyone being gone, even mingi and wooyoung. you two were the only ones left in the shop and it made a pit inside your stomach. yunho was intimidating, despite his golden retriever energy and wide smile, his confidence and the way he held himself had you gulping for breath.

he stood so tall behind the register, far more taller than mingi, with shoulders that were much more broad and a neck that you wanted to plaster kisses all over.

he swiped the card you handed him after he punched in a few digits. “do you have a membership with us, yet ?” you shook your head. “do you want one ?” he asked

“sure, what does it include ?” you asked.

it was an innocent question. but yunho’s response made you see stars. “cheaper prices on tattoos and you know, a quality fuck.”

you choked on air as he spoke his words, more than embarrassed that not only wooyoung and san, but everyone in this tattoo studio was more than aware of your endeavors.

“i will see you on saturday, yunho.” you breathed out, nervously. he nodded, “absolutely ! see you soon, baby !”

you exited the shop quickly, trying to get a breath of fresh air before you’d choke against the smell of disinfectants and ink.

-

saturday had arrived sooner than you expected. you wish it had taken a little longer so you could finally decide on an outfit for the date. yunho had texted you to wear something casual, because he didn’t think expensive restaurant dates were romantic enough. as per his wish, you wore an easy outfit. a sweater with yoga pants and crocs… this was nice and casual enough, right ? okay, whatever

the doorbell to your house rang just a few minutes after you applied your last bit of mascara. you rushed to open the door for your expected guest. the man of the morning stood waiting on the other side in a white shirt and leather jacket paired with black jeans. he couldn’t look any more attractive than he already was.

“hello, baby.” he said, voice smooth like honey as it made its way past your ears. “you look beautiful.” he told you.

you raised one eyebrow. “even in my crocs ?” he looked down to see the pair of white crocs on your feet, adorned with one too many jibbitz charms. a smile bloomed on his face, “even in your crocs.”

you smiled in return, unreasonably happy that he approved your childish footwear. “let me just grab my phone and jacket, i’ll be right there with you.”

the small walk to his car was filled with innocent questions about your tattoo and what you planned on getting next. but the entire atmosphere changed as you stepped into his car. one of his hands had gradually made its way onto your thigh as the other steered his black escalade into the direction past the city limits.

you sucked in a breath, extremely taken aback by his spacious car and the soft blue lights that lined the interior. “we’re gonna go see the stars. i have a cabin near yeongyang eco park, so we can go there.”

so that’s why he forced you to get up at 6 in the morning… because yeongyang was a solid 4 hour drive from seoul.

was he really doing all this for you ? you had to believe it.

-

the car ride was filled with innocent jokes, not so innocent jokes and more than enough songs to last you 4 years. you two stopped by to grab a quick meal of jjampong and take a bathroom break before heading back on your way. this time, you had slept for the next hour before being shook awake.

it was a good 1 pm in the evening, so you and yunho stopped by the cabin, which really was no ordinary cabin and seemed more like a spacious woodland home that had more rooms than you could count. was this guy a regular tattoo artist or some kind of rich playboy ?

you didn’t know and certainly didn’t bother with the details. he was kind enough to drive a solid 4 hours from seoul to gyeongsangbuk-do just to take you on a date and that was more than enough for you.

you spent a majority of the day resting and preparing for the night you’d spend on the roof of the wooden structure, taking in the sky.

‘yunho, where’s the marshmallows ? i can’t find them anywhere !” you whined. he reached over behind you into the cabinet that was too tall for you to reach. “just in here, babe. sorry they’re up so high.” but you weren’t paying attention to what he said at all. more fixated on the fact that he was so much bigger than you. the size kink was really beginning to kick in.

you didn’t notice the young man snapping his fingers in front of you until he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “you okay ? maybe they drugged the jjampong..” he whined.

but you quickly protested. “no !” that took yunho aback and suddenly you felt like the stupidest person on earth. “huh ? no what ? was the jjampong that good ?” he asked.

you couldn’t even respond to him at this point. mind so incredibly boggled by him and him only.

sigh.. “it’s nothing, yunho. i promise. let’s just get the fire started outside, its about to be dark soon.”

-

the fireplace was literally a built in stone fireplace on a balcony on the side of his house. it offered perfect view of the stars and yunho couldn’t help but stare at you in awe. this is what you deserved, not being fucked at random by your tattoo artists.

he stared at you as you pointed out the different patterns you noticed in the stars, in awe that you were able to experience this at all. “yunnie, ‘s so pretty !”

the nickname just slipped out. you hadn’t noticed but yunho definitely had. he was startled and suddenly his mind clouded with images of you on his dick, riding him until you cri-

“yunho ! look at that one ! it looks like a bunny !” and suddenly, now his mind was plagued with calling you bunny while you sucked him off- he was beginning to feel a little helpless. the images plagued his mind and the thoughts of you and him could not leave his mind.

he tried to hold his resolve a little longer, needing you to get into that mood before he initiated anything else, or if he even initiates anything at all..

he was an absolute sucker for you. seeing wooyoung and san treat you like a cold object that only came around for them to fuck broke his heart. you deserved so much better than those idiots. yunho was determined to be the one to give you his all.

he was so lost in his thoughts, that he didn’t notice you tugging his sleeve, telling him that it had gotten quite late and that they should probably head to bed. he agreed, knowing that he if stayed out any longer, he might definitely end up bending you over the balcony.

it was a solid idea. he wasn’t the type to fuck on the first date, despite what his image might imply.

-

there was no stress until you reached the bedrooms, wondering if you should sleep in the same bed as him, same room or an entirely different area of the house.

“are we gonna sleep in the same bed ?” you asked him.

he shrugged. “do whatever you want, to be honest. i don’t mind if you sleep here with me.”

however, it was all concluded when a lightning bolt struck in the sky and rain suddenly started to patter against the glass windows of the house. you flinched as it struck again.

“aw, y/n. are you scared of the storm, sweetheart ?” he teased you. you huffed, “no, it’s just a little surprising sometimes..” you trailed off. however, he didn’t seem to listen, he grabbed you instead, pulling your waist down towards the bed he was laying on.

you couldn’t complain.

not when he had snuggled up to you so well, pulling your body close to his and pressed his lips against your forehead. “ ‘s okay, y/n. i’m here for you.” he whispered before you flinched again, slightly scared that the lightning in the sky would strike down onto the wooden structure of yunho’s home and set it afire.

it didn’t quite help that his ceiling was made of glass. you had a full view of the lightning that had replaced the stars from before. your anxiety rose byt yunho’s soft lips on your cheek made it all the much better but despite that, you dug your face into the crook of his neck, trying to avoid the storm altogether.

“go to sleep, y/n.” he murmured.

-

it was probably around 5 am when you rose from your sleep. the sun had risen yet and the sky was lacking the angry dark clouds from when you had fallen asleep. it was pretty again, the stars back to their place in the sky.

you weren’t sure why you had woken until you discovered the boy next to you, sweating and grinding against your hip. the hard bulge grinding against your body was enough to tell you the reason behind his actions. eyes going wide, you wondered what the fuck you were supposed to do. so you did what seemed right at that moment.

you shook yunho awake, tugging at his shoulders until his eyes shot open. “yunho,! yunho.. baby, wake up !” you whisper-yelled. he blinked a few times, obviously in a daze from whatever dream he might have been having. he stared at you in confusion, “w-what is it..” he asked as the tips of his ears burned bright.

you looked down at the bulge in his sweatpants, so obviously rock hard and ready to be free. “you’re uh.. yeah..” you trailed off.

he gulped. “i’m sorry. i- i didn’t mean to. i’m sorry if i made you uncomf-” he started, but you cut him off.

“no, you’re fine. don’t worry. if anything, if you need help… i’m willing.” you told him, nervous that he might reject your offer.

the bulge seemed bigger than anything you had seen before and you were more than ready to help him relax, if he wanted that.

“d-do you need help with that, yunho ?” you asked him. he stuttered, not really knowing how to answer. “uh- i-if you want to, sure..” you could see the hesitance on his face, so you leaned in and kissed him. pressing your lips to his as gently as you could, but he quickly gripped your hips, bringing them closer to his.

he pressed the hard bulge into you, moaning into your mouth at the friction. it felt all too good, his cock against your heat that was quickly beginning to pool with desire. “baby, fuck..” he moaned against your lips. he was so much more vocal than san and wooyoung, and you slightly appreciated that.

yunho began to rut against your core; he was so needy. you moaned into his mouth, bringing your lips down to kiss his neck, tasting his sweet skin that tasted oddly like caramel; you weren’t complaining, though.

you sucked marks onto his neck, ignoring the fact that he probably had to go to work the next morning. “i don’t usually fuck on the first date.” he breathed against you. “oh yeah ? then what’s this ?” you challenged him.

he tightened the grip around your hips. “you just happen to be too enticing, darling.” he told you, before yunho gripped the waistband of your pants, bringing them down your hips. yunho manhandled you to face the other side and quickly, you were facing the dark skyline outside instead of the tall, tattooed man. “gonna fuck you so well, princess.” he crooned, “better than anything san and wooyoung could off.”

you didn’t doubt his words, but they were slightly unbelievable considering how good san and wooyoung had both made you cum last time you were in the tattoo shop. “just shut up and fuck me.” you told him. but that was probably a mistake, yunho brought a hand up to your throat, gripping it back until your ear was next to his lips.

“gonna act up, sweets ?” he questioned, but there was hardly any time to respond before one of his hands led down to your core. yunho’s fingers went down to your hole, pressing two fingers against your wetness before bringing it back to your clit. he rubbed vigorously and you soon lost your mind. the rough pads of his fingers were just enough to bring a crushing amount of pleasure to you.

“f-fuck… yunho !” you screamed, but he tightened the one hand he had around your throat. “slut.” he said before pulling away from your clit and spanking your ass. “you talk a lot, don’t you ?” he told you, before resuming a finger back to your clit. two fingers thrusted in while his thumb rubbed harsh circles on your swollen bud.

“y-yunnie..” you cried, grabbing his wrists . “t-too good..” you told him. he chuckled behind you. “isn’t it ? tell me, is it better than san and woo ?” he asked. you barely had the courage to tell him, hardly being able to open your mouth. you just cried in response, not being able to get a word out because of how good his fingers felt and how close your orgasm was.

“can’t even talk. is that how my fingers have you ? slut.” he degraded. you cried further, begging for some kind of release. your hips jerked in his hold before the all too familiar feeling of an impending orgasm approached you. “gonna take it? you’re gonna take it, right ?” he asked.

you nodded, “y-yes ! gonna take y-your cock…” you told him. you sounded all too stupid and that seemed to please him. he chuckled as your cunt got tighter around him, it made it difficult for him to keep thrusting his fingers. the circles on your clit got harsher and faster, all until- he suddenly pulled away.

your eyes widened in shock. “yunho !.” you cried, tears streaming down your face at the ruined makeup. “i was being a good girl !” you argued. he popped his fingers in his mouth, grabbing your jaw so you could look at him right in the eye.

“shh, i get to decide whether you’ve been a good girl or not. now lay on your stomach for me so i can fuck you into next week.”

you listened quickly, getting on your stomach as fast as you could. it was when he propped your hips up that you realized that you were right in front of a mirror. you watched the arch of your back as he pulled you back against his hips. yunho slid his cock against your wet lips first, coating his cock with your arousal.

“fuck..” he groaned as he threw his head back. the tattoos on his chest and arms shined in the soft twilight glow. there was something about his sweaty face that you could admire, and the rough, tattooed hand that gripped your throat, pulling you up against his lips so he could go back to kissing your neck.

“watch yourself. watch how stupid you get for me while i fuck you.” he told you. you didn’t know how to respond, but you listened. you stared into your own eyes, watching as he bend over your shoulder and pressed kisses into your neck and shoulder, leaving marks in his wake. he also seemed to have no regard for the fact that you might have work tomorrow morning.

yunho slipped the tip of his cock into your entrance, before pulling it back out. he was huge, that you had understood. you watched his tip disappear in and out of your hole before he thrusted all the way in.

“f-fuck-” you cried, unable to hold yourself up against the force of his thrusts. he was harsh, unrelenting and led a harsh pace against your hips. “please ! yunho, slow down !”

you reached a hand behind you, trying to push his torso away from you, but that also failed. he grabbed your wrist in one hand, bending you over with one hand on the back of your neck.

“you’re gonna take what i give you, y/n.” he told you. you couldn’t move any longer, feeling like the grip on your neck was forcing you to lose breath and you could no longer move your arms due to him holding onto your wrists like handcuffs.

yunho picked up the pace, slamming his hips into yours until a steady rhythm of skin against skin resonated in the spacious room. “c’mon… you can take it.” he ordered, before delivering a powerful thrust to your cunt, one where his tip almost bruised your cervix.

your orgasm built in once again. a knot in the pit of your stomach as he kept delivering powerful thrust to your cunt. “you’re close, aren’t you ?” he said. you nodded, crying out for him as you begged him to let you cum.

“please, yunnie ! ‘m so close..” you cried. he speeded up trying to bring you to orgasm as fast as possible and as soon as you felt like the knot was going to snap, he pulled all the way out, letting your body fall limp on the bed.

“yunho !” you cried. “fuck you!.” you told him. he chuckled above you. “that’s what i just did, sweetheart, but i’m not letting you cum until you’re absolutely broken for me.”

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[lovelybarnes]

henleys and hair ties- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, one mention of sam wilson warnings: very fluffy you have no idea about: domestic fluff with bucky barnes or: prompt y/n buying bucky something unrequested because it made y/n think of him. a/n: stop i actually really like this, i had bad writers block so i just went to a prompt generator and wrote this

the bags in your hand gently knock against the door of your apartment, the other reusable bags gathered at your feet to let your other hand search for the keys inside your bag. you frown when you can’t find them, turning a bit to dig further inside and leaning your weight against the door. the knob suddenly turns, and you nearly fall when your boyfriend opens the door, but instead, your favorite super-soldier lets you sink into his chest rather than stand there to watch you pummel to the floor.

“doll?” he asks in confusion, looking down at you.

“um, hi, honey,” you greet awkwardly, sprawling your fingers on his chest to push yourself, standing up again to peck bucky’s lips.

“couldn’t find your keys again?” he teases, gently taking the bags from you, although you argue for a second.

“yes,” you grumble, watching as he bends down to collect the bags on the ground. the memory of you struggling to carry all the bags to the car briefly passing through your mind while you observe him effortlessly bringing them to the kitchen. “see, groceries would be a lot easier if i could carry all the bags like they were just a couple of tissues,” you complain, closing the door behind him. “‘told you to wait for me to go,” he reminds, setting everything down on the table and beginning to unpack. “you left the keys on the counter, by the way.”

you look at the counter to find he’s right, exhaling a short breath of annoyance when you realize it’s the third time you’ve forgotten. “another reason to take me with you,” he shrugs, and you breathe out a laugh, “why are you so insistent on going grocery shopping with me? you need to rest after missions like you insist i do. besides, it’s not as fun as you seem to think it is.”

you stand next to him, folding all the bags that are empty. “everything’s fun with you,” he winks, and you bump his hip with yours, a smile on your lips. “so cheesy, mister barnes,” you say, turning to look at him.

“only for you, doll,” he chuckles, handing you another bag. “so how was the store?”

you shrug, “boring. how was the mission?” he hums, putting away the fridge items while you stare at him from the pantry.

“easy. you cleaned up the base for us.”

you smirk, “‘s what i do.” he meets you at the kitchen table, pressing a proud kiss to your cheek. you turn to kiss him properly, twirling one of the loose strands from his bun with your finger. your nail drags on his jaw when you pull away, collecting the heat from his blushing skin. cute. “wanna watch a movie later?” you cock your head at him, grinning when he kisses your nose.

“sam picks today.”

your eyebrows furrow, “sam? is he coming over?” you look at the table, satisfied to find it clean and void of grocery bags.

bucky shakes his head, “no, he just keeps annoying me about this movie i’ve never heard of.”

“ah,” you nod slowly, already knowing what movie he’s talking about, “you really wanna watch mean girls?”

bucky’s shoulders raise cluelessly, “i don’t even know what it’s about.”

you chuckle, guiding your fingers to thread through his vibranium ones, heading to the couch as he trails along when you spot one more bag. “oh! one more thing,” you squeeze his fingers, reaching into the bag to pull out what you bought. “i saw this and remembered how you keep borrowing these because you hate your hair falling into your eyes, and while i really don’t mind, wan and nat kind of do, so i bought you some,” you smile, handing bucky the package of colorful hair ties you picked out for him. “also, you have like, two henleys left since i keep stealing them, so i got you some more.” you motion to the bag, which contains a few henleys in neutral colors. “but, i will probably steal those, too, after you wear them and they smell like you,” you beam, “just to warn you.”

bucky still hasn’t said anything, staring at the hair ties you gave him- bought for him. specifically for him. just because you saw them and thought of him and remembered something about him. his eyes flicker to the bag, and he remembers the way his henleys hung off of your shoulders, the crinkle of your eyes as you tell him they smell like him.

“oh, i almost forgot,” you tap your free palm against your forehead, turning to the kitchen, oblivious to the inner turmoil going on inside bucky’s mind, “i got fresh plums for you since i know you really like them. they’re in the fruit container thing steve got for us-- which, by the way, i am one-hundred percent sure is not a fruit container--” bucky suddenly cuts you off, pulling you to his chest and nuzzling his nose into your hair.

“thank you,” he murmurs, recognizing the warm comforts of your arms as they wrap around his back.

“oh- yeah. it was no problem,” you laugh softly, before settling your cheek on his chest, rubbing your nose on the shirt that smells like a mix of you and him.

your knowledge about the plums-- something he hadn’t even told you, you’d just cared enough to notice- is what makes him shut his eyes as he drinks everything in, the hair ties in his favorite color settled in his hand, the henleys that he can’t wait for you to take again, the little notebook you got him a couple of months before because you had observed he had filled his last one up-- it wraps around him akin to your softness, assuring him that you actually love him, that you pay attention to him and think about him even when he isn’t there.

the tears that gather in his eyes make him pull you closer and kiss your forehead, and although it shouldn’t be, it’s a surprising realization that he’s happy. and maybe he deserves it, too.