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[englishisaboutconfidence]

Ignorance is Blisss... until it isn't

You were fucked, well and truly fucked. You had long accepted the fact that you were in love with someone you could and would never have.

Let's take a step back. Who were you? You were nothing special truly. Just a normal 19 year old nerdy college student who after hours of class would five stack league of legends, take 2am trips to taco bell with his friends, and spend hours just being an a dumb college student.

So why were you fucked? Well that was due to one very prominent transfer student, one Jang Wonyoung. Wonyoung is one of few people who actually mattered at the college. She was perfect in the eyes of the public. She had everything: riches, talent, personality, and cultural prominence… and you were in love with her. I mean who wouldn't be. But like all things in your life, you played it safe. She was everything you weren't and you had long accepted that you would never be with her.

Out of seemingly nowhere, you friends Jungwon and Heeseung sat down at your table and shook you out our inner thoughts. Jungwon started talking to you "Y/N do you want to get boba with us after your 1:15pm class?". You thought about it for a second since you had been

eating out a lot; but of course, fuck it. "You know I'm always down for boba". Out of your peripheral vision, you can see that your friend Sunghoon was walking through the university cafeteria with the queen of the school, Wonyoung. Once he got to your table, he bade Wonyoung goodbye and sat down. Jungwon and Heeseung were stunned and were staring at Sunghoon.

Jungwon started excitedly talking to Sunghoon "Dude, how do you know Wonyoung?!" Sunghoon softly answered him "… we just have a class together and sat next to each other. We were forced to talk due to a class icebreaker and she just kept talking to me throughout the class. Then when I started to leave she asked me if I was going to the cafeteria and if I wanted to walk with her.".

You just sat there quietly listening to Sunghoon tell his story and you took it all in. Of course Wonyoung took a liking to him. He was a great guy and you were happy to call him a friend. If it wasn't going to be you, you were happy it was going to be him. What you didn't notice was that Heeseung was watching you take it all in. He was always the most observant of the bunch (though both yourself and Sunghoon liked to think that either of you were). He easily picked up on the fact that you were hiding your true feelings about the situation. But he also noticed you occasionally glancing towards the table being graced by the presence of Wonyoung and her closest friends: Yujin, Gaeul, Liz, Rei, and Leeseo aka IVE. And of course, he noticed you mentally kicking yourself when you caught yourself glancing in her direction.

Jungwon was so hyped about about Wonyoung potentially being into Sunghoon that he offered to pay for Hoonie's boba. Once you all had finished your meals, you left the cafeteria and started walking to the your favorite boba place near the university.

What your friends didn't notice was that the second you all got up to leave, Wonyoung and her friends got up as well and started subtly following you and your friends.

30 seconds after your group walked into the boba shop, so did IVE. Jungwon was the first one to notice who actually walked in and when he did, he started "quietly" nudging Sunghoon to start a conversation with Wonyoung. Leeseo being the well willing maknae told Wonyoung "Unnie, isn't that the guy you were talking with when you were walking through the cafeteria, Sunghoon right?" Gaeul nicely scolded her "Leeseo, try to be a little bit quieter next time. We are in public and he's right there." "Sorry Unnies".

Wonyoung, being the IT girl that she was, walked up to your group and introduced herself and the rest of the girls. "Sorry about Leeseo, she isn't always the most subtle when she is excited. I am Wonyoung and these are my friends Yujin, Gaeul, Liz, Rei, and again Leeseo. We are all sophmores except for Leeseo who is a freshman." Jungwon being the self appointed and reinforced through the introverted natures of yourself, Heeseung, and Sunghoon introduced your group: "It's nice to officially meet IVE, although we of course already know who you all are. I am Jungwon, this is Heeseung, Sunghoon who you already know I believe Wonyoung, and the one trying to hide himself by staring at the menu even though we all know what his order is, Y/N. We are all sophomores too." "It's nice to see you again Sunghoon and to meet you Jungwon and Heeseung."

She took a second and stared at you until you couldn't pretend that you were in your own little world anymore. He turned around and saw everyone looking at you; but naturally one person stood out to you. The one who was staring daggers at you (which none of your friends picked up on but her best friend Yujin did). "Hi, I'm Y/N it's nice to meet you all." "Are you serious!" Wonyoung annoyedly spat out. "Really?! That's is how you want to play it" "I am not playing anything, I just trying to defer to you" you replied. Wonyoung was about to give you an annoyed response when Yujin intervened "yah, can you two stop it. It has been 2 seconds and you are already reverting back to your highschool selves".

Everyone not named Wonyoung, Yujin, and yourself looked at you three with wide eyed. Jungwon was the first to snap out of his stupor and smacked you in the shoulder. "Why didn't you tell us that you went to highschool with THE Jang Wonyoung and THE Ahn Yujin?" "IDK I just didn't feel like there was much reason to tell" you told them and you saw each of one them accept it except for Wonyoung, Yujin, and Heeseung; but none of those four pushed it any further.

The 10 of you quickly started chatting while finally ordering your boba. The two groups started meshing well instantly and decided to all sit down and keep the good times going. The conversation was flowing with most of the group contributing off and on; while you were just sitting there taking it all in (while also being inwardly terrified that someone as going to remember that you, Wonyoung, and Yujin all went to highschool together. Unlucky for you, Rei remembered and asked you three "So what's the backstory between you three? Obviously, we know that Yujinie and Wony have been besties since middle school; but what about you W/N?". Yujin, your natural protector, spoke up for you "I met Y/N at the same time i met Wony. Although… our dear Wonyoung and Y/N go back further." "Daebak, really! Y/N why are you holding out on us so much!" Jungwon asked in amazement and a but also annoyance.

With all eyes on you, you took a quick glance at the source of your predicament, Wonyoung and saw the annoyance and anger bubbling under the surface if you don't answer them correctly. "Well, uh, I have known Wonyoung for a umm considerate amount of time I guess well since like kindergarten. She and her family started going to the same church as my parents when we were 5 and actually were in the same small group, so Wonyoung and I would often play together. When and I started kindergarten, she started going to an expensive, exclusive private school and I started going to a charter school. After we finished kindgergarten, her parents actually offered to pay my tuition so I could go to the same school as Wonyoung. My parents tried to refuse but they kept pushing because well they liked me and thought that it would be good for the two of us would be good to spend as much time as possible together." You quickly glanced at Wonyoung to see if you were saying anything that would piss her off more and she gave you a nod to keep going. "My parents eventually accepted and well Wonyoung and I started going to school together starting in the first grade and that continued through middle school when we met Yujin and through highschool as well. When we started to apply to colleges, I didn't really know where I wanted to go; but my parents liked it here and I know a lot of alumni at my church, so I just decided this is it. Wonyoung, she applied to like 20 schools and got into all of them. She decided to go to "XXXX" and I guess it wasn't a good fit and so she decided to transfer and now she's here. We should be caught up to the present now".

"So you were friends?" Sunghoon asked. "Yes and No" Wonyoung replied. "We were friends and are friends; but Y/N likes to act like we never knew each other or if people find out that we know each other then Y/N likes to act like we were just school mates when we and our families are way closer than he likes to make it out to seem."

Yujin knowing another fight was going to come (although no one else knew either of you or your history well enough to know that) stepped in once again "Y/N and Wony aren't like your typical friends. The friendliness part of their friendship comes and goes; but they know each other better than anyone else I know. They aren't in sync per say; but they know how the other thinks, feels, and will react and that's going to be all I say on their relationship (purposely saying relationship while glancing at both you and Wonyoung in a way that only you two picked up on it (and Heeseung as well being the most observant of the bunch)). Since it looks like we are all getting along so well, why don't we do this again? Why doesn't everyone come to my house tonight at 9pm to have a little get together?" Everyone quickly agreed.

During Yujin's little speech, you and Wonyoung met each other's eyes and you quickly understood that she wanted you to meet her before the party.

Everyone said their goodbyes and went off for their afternoon activities. After your 1:15pm class, you checked your phone and saw a text from Wony (after the whole exposure of your history, she was mentally back to Wony to you even though it was also pretty safe to say that she is, was, and will always be Wony no matter how hard you try) "The apartment, 6pm."

When you got back to your dorm you saw Heeseung laying on his bed reading a book. When you put down your bag at your desk, you saw him sit up and put down his book. "How long have you been in love with Wonyoung and when are you going to tell Sunghoon? We both know that Wonyoung has already taken a good portion of Hoonies thoughts and his heart."

Once you shook off the surprise of the his question and of it's accuracy and depth, you decided to answer his truthfully because you also know that he will see all through any bull shit answer. "Honestly, I don't know. I think maybe always, but I think I first realized it after she starting talking about her first crush our 8th grade year. She was talking to Yujin about him and I was passing by to go to lunch when she grabbed me and asked me what I knew about him. She then started to include me more often when she talked about her crush and I just started to feel bad. it took me a few weeks to understand why and then I realized it. I was jealous. Jealous that so much of her time and thoughts were about something else, someone else, another guy. It was a sobering feeling. Realizing you liked someone who you knew everything about but also someone who you would never be with because she was everything and everyone loved her and you were just you. I accepted that we would always just be us and I moved on with my life as an 8th grader. Later on, during our sophomore year, when she had her first boyfriend and was telling Yujin and I about how great he was and how happy she was. I realized that I couldn't just keep pretending that I didn't like her. Then she told us that they kissed. I quickly left with some flimsly excuse about forgetting an assignment and on my way home, I realized that I didn't just like her. I loved her. That I wanted to be apart of all her firsts and that I couldn't just keep pretending that everyone was okay and I was happy to be just friends with Wonyoung. Later that night, Yujin called me and of course knew why I left. I told her how I felt. Wonyoung would date her first boyfriend for a few weeks before breaking up with him. I have no clue why since she was so excited to be with him in the first place.

Anyways, a couple years passed and suddenly I was applying to colleges. While Wonyoung and I had stopped talking and hanging out at school, my friendship with Yujin had actually gotten closer. She and I were never going to be as close as me and Wonyoung, but the I still treasured her friendship greatly. We would talk about school, our individual friend groups, and college applications. I applied to a few schools. Some in Seoul and a few in the US. Yujin mostly the same with the exception of a few schools in Europe as well. While I didn't actively ask, Yujin knew me well enough to give the occasional update on Wonyoung (and the schools she applied to). Anyway, I decided to go to XXXX and happily Yujin decided to go as well while Wonyoung decided to go to ZZZZ in Seoul as well.

Yujin and I texted and even hung out a few times during our Freshman year; but we mostly kept our friendship private until now of course. Wonyoung, well, from what I have heard from Yujin and her parents, did fine during her Freshman year, but decided that it wasn't for her and after hearing how great XXXX was from Yujin, decided to transfer in. And that should bring us to the present."

Heeseunng looked at you with an unimpressed and unamused face.

"I might have left some more details out… while Wony and I stopped hanging out at school, our families were still very close and went to the same church, so naturally we still saw each other from time to time. Okay, well not from time to time exactly, due to church small group, and our families standing weekly dinner, we saw each other at least 3 times a week outside of school. Wony would often complain to me about her relationship woes. How guys were superficial and how unreliable they were and I would sit there, listen, and give her counsel even though it broke me each time. She would enter and exit relationships based off her whims and never was in one for longer than a month. Our parents were ecstatic to see that our friendship was thriving even more than when we were kids even, her parents especially. They were saddened to hear that Yujin and Wony were going to different colleges and even sadder when I told them that I was going to the same college as Yujin and not Wonyoung. Her parents wanted to make sure that Wonyoung and I stayed well connected even when going to seperate colleges so they actually decided to buy an apartment that we could escape to on the weekends or just in general if college ever got too much and for post grad as well. Oh and of course because it's her parents and she is Wonyoung, it is in one of the tallest and most exclusive buildings in Seoul. Some weekends I would go hangout there or if I just wanted to relax by myself our freshman year I would go there too. Wonyoung and I never really coordinated meeting there , unfortunately for her parents, but there were a quite a few times throughout the year where we saw each other at the apartment. . . I also was just 'ordered' to meet her there at 6 before the party".

Heeseung took a beat before finally replying "You need to tell her how you feel. I think it will help both of you. It also will help to alleviate any issues that fallout from Sunghoon's admiration of Wonyoung and her seeming likened interest in him."

"Yeah, I probably should; but that also means opening up myself to getting hurt. Where I am at now sucks; but doing that could also make it suck a lot more. I don't know, I should but just I don't know; but I get it."

Heeseung accepted that you would think about it and not just for yourself but also Sunghoon. 6 o'clock rolled around and you made your way to the apartment that you technically co-owned with Wonyoung thanks to her parents of course. For some reason, it felt weird to you to just enter in so you decided to ring the doorbell. Seconds later, you see the door open to an annoyed Wonyoung wearing a tank top that revealed her midriff and a pair of black leggings. "Are you serious Y/N! You know the code and you fucking own this place. Why are you ringing the doorbell? You know what, I don't want to know because I already do know 'Oh I just wanted to be considerate. I thought it might be weird to just come in' Ugh, you are so annoying". Great, you thought, I haven't even said a word and she's already freaking out. "Yes I am annoyed and Yes I know it hasn't even been 30 seconds. Just come in already" She turned around and started walking through the entrance and towards the living room. You couldn't help but stare at the her ass especially with all the extra help her leggings gave her (although you knew she didn't need it). Before you could catch yourself, she turned around and saw exactly where your eyes were looking. When you looked up, you just saw her smirking at you. You mentally cursed yourself, she's going to hold this over you for eternity. Just like every other time she has caught you checking her out. You swear it didn't happen that often; but you also knew you were lying out of your ass. You couldn't help it. Not only was she hot, you were also in love with her as a person as well. Of course you liked to think that she didn't catch you checking her out a most of the time; but you also knew that was a lie as well. It was like she had a sixth sense when it came to catching you in the worst times. It felt like she just knew you were staring at her tits or her ass or her thighs or her abs… okay maybe you checked her out a little too much and it was a lot easier to catch you than you liked to admit; but you at least were kind of sneaky about it.

You walked around the corner into the living room and were welcomed by the sight of her ass once again. She was in the middle of downward facing dog with her ass facing you and you could swear you could see bottom of her tits under the flimsy excuse of a tank top. While you were entranced by her ass and bottoms of her tits, you hear her clear her throat. That shook you out of your stupor and when you came to your senses, you saw that below those glorious tits of hers, you saw her staring at you with the cockiest smirk you had ever seen. You thought about running and never looking back; but sadly, you knew that would never work. One call to your parents by Wonyoung and you would be chastised and would be forced back to her or would need to face the consequences of disappointing your parents. Or she would threaten to call her parents and would be even sadder to disappoint them. Or lastly, she could just use one of the various private investigators that her family employed to track you down then use one of the family's bodyguards to drag you back to her.

"Eyes up her pervert. It's been a minute and you have already stared at my ass and at my tits. What's next?" "Whatever" you angrily muttered. "Oh don't you get an attitude with my mister. First you pretend I don't exist then you pretend that we haven't been best friends since forever and then you blatantly stare at me like I am just some random whore you see on your Instagram. Oh no buddy, you are in the fucking dog house and you will need to beg to get out of it or I swear to god there will be hell to pay. Okay?" "Fine, whatever, my bad" "Nope, not good enough" Wonyoung angrily replied. "Okay, I'm sorry I tried to sweep our friendship under the rug and that I checked you out. What else do you want me to do Wony?" "First, you are going to tell our friends the truth about us. That we are best friends, that I make your life infinitely better, and that you can't imagine a world without me. Second, you are spending the weekend here pampering me. And third, you are going to my unnie's wedding as my plus one." "Okay the first 2 seem reasonable; but the third one confuses me Wony. I am already invited and going to your noona's wedding." "I know that dumbasss; but as my plus one, every whore there will know who you belong to and that not only are you taken but taken by me and that I can destroy all of their lives" You scoff at her response but you don't push it any further.

"I'm going to shower before the party, can you order us some sushi? Just use the card my parents gave you". You open your phone to start the order. When lift up your head to ask Wongyoung if she wants her usual, all you see is her naked back walking into her room. You decide just to go with your gut and get her usual. You hear her shower start so you decide to watch some youtube on the tv. You were too absorbed by the video you were watching that you didn't notice the shower turn off nor did you notice Wonyoung leave her room in her bathrobe. Suddenly, you feel two arms wrap around you from behind the couch and you feel Wonyoung's hair fall next to you. You look to your left and you are met with Wonyoung looking at your intently. "I'm sorry I freaked out earlier Y/N. I was just hurt that you could easily just sweep us under the rug." "No Wony, I'm sorry. I thought you would just want to pretend like we didn't exist; but I should've known that you aren't that kind of person. Are we good Wony?" "Yeah we're good". Wonyoung then decided to jump over the couch but she got her foot caught on the top of it and fell face first on top of you. Her robe fell undone and you saw that she was only wearing the skimpiest bra possible that barely covered her tits and a pink thong. Wonyoung wondered why you looked like deer in headlights then noticed what you were staring at. "Like what you see honey" "Sorry sorry" You hastily averted your eyes while Wonyoung decided to play with you even more and straddled you while typing her robe back together. "Dont worry, we both know all the boys love to stare. Its not your fault that I am hot". Luckily, you were saved by the bell, literally. You two both heard the delivery driver ring the doorbell and drop off your food. "Don't worry dear, I got it. Seems like you have something else you need to take care of" While she got up to get the food, you realized that you had started to get hard. You tried to mentally will your dick to soften, Wonyoung returned with the food. She started to place the food on the coffee table but you swore that she purposely was trying to get you to look at her tits while she was leaning down to place the food. While you were trying to make sure to not look at her tits, Wonyoung told you moved your legs wider and stood in front of you expectantly. You looked at her confused then you saw her turn around and planted her ass in your lap. She then squirmed around to get comfortable which didn't even help your hardon at all. You resumed your video and you both started eat your food. Wonyoung, being the pick me bitch you were in love with, not only kept moaning every time she ate a piece of her roll; but she also did a little hop of happiness right on top of your dick.

"Wony can you please stop" you begged. "Stop what Y/N" She responded with a massive smirk". "You know exactly what you're doing". "I just love sushi, it's not my fault that you're a fucking horny bastard whose cock is begging for some attention. If you need some help, you just have to ask baby". You groaned because you knew she was just fucking with you. "Wony can you please stop it. I know you love messing with me but this is too far". Wonyoung turned around and starting straddling you. "Who says I'm just fucking with you. All you have to do is ask" "Wony I'm serious." "So am I". You two stared at each other for what felt like eternity before Wonyoung, out of nowhere, slapped you and stomped into her room, slamming the door after her.

You sat there stunned for a few seconds before standing up and timidly knocking on her door. After no response, you opened her door and walked into her room. You saw her in her buried under her covers. You sat down on her bed and peeled the covers off her beautiful face. "Wony, please forgive me. I'm sorry for checking you out and objectifying you." No response "Wony, please". "You fucking asshole. you don't even understand why I'm mad. That's what pissing me off". "Then tell me please.". She sighed before finally meeting your eyes. "I want you to check me out. I want to tease you until you do something about it. I Want you to fuck me so hard I forgot my name… I want you to fill me with so much cum that it leaks out of me". You sat there like an idiot with your mouth open and your eyes looking around searching for the hidden camera to prove that this was all a prank. She sighed again and grabbed the back of your head to force you to look in her eyes. "I'm in love with you" "Huh". "Remember my 1st boyfriend" You nodded. "Well after I kissed him for the first time. I was a bit stunned but not for the right reason. I thought your first kiss was supposed to be life changing but instead I just felt nothing. I asked Yujinnie about it and she said that maybe he just wasn't the right person for me and that the right person would be obvious after the first kiss because chemistry can't be faked or hidden. During one of my rants after breaking up with my last boyfriend told me something I will never forget, I was ranting to her and she just looked at me and said 'You are in love with Y/N'. I told her she was crazy, that you were my best friend and nothing more; but after thinking about it more, I realized that every guy I dated I compared to you. That everything I wanted them to do you did for me. That even when I was on dates with them, I would always be thinking about if you would like it too. That our chemistry was undeniable. That you made me laugh, you comforted me when I was down even when you didn't know how to, and you made me feel things deeper than anyone else. That's why I didn't date anyone our last 2 years of highschool and why no one my freshman year ever caught my attention. I thought that maybe going to another college would help my feelings dissipate but if anything they made them stronger." You just kept looking at her with a dumbfounded look on your face. She then huffed with annoyance and kept going "But then I spent year and year catching you stealing glances when you thought I wasn't looking, seeing you corret yourself each time you realized that you were checking out my ass or my tits, and doing nothing fucking about it. I gave you space to sort yourself out when I transferred in but then today happened. So now, you are going to grovel. You are going to beg for my forgiveness and you are going to spend the entire weekend doing whatever I want. Okay?" You nodded. "Perfect. For your first task is to fuck me for the next 3hrs before the party. You are going to fill me with as many loads of that cum that I fucking deserve. That you have deprived me of for the past 3 years because your indecisive ass wouldn't grow some balls and tell me your feelings."

Despite that obvious order, you kept staring at her like a lost puppy. "God I hate that I love you so much" she spat at you before shoving her tongue down your throat. Finally your brain started processing and you kissed her back before shoving her down on the bed. She grabbed your hands had them tear open her robe before grabbing her ass. You two made out for 3o seconds with you constantly groping her ass before breaking for air. She stared at you with the biggest fuck me eyes you had ever seen and you watched her reach before her back and unhooking her bra letting her glorious little tits show themselves. She then reached down to take off her panties before you stopped her and slowly kissed down her body before reaching your final destination. You slowly peeled off the final barrier blocking you from the gift that was her cunt. You stared at her shaven, glistening pussy before taking a long lick. Before you could have worship it anymore, she grabbed your head and brought you back up to face her face to face. "I know you want to eat what's yours before I need your cock baby". You got off her and hastily discarded your cloths. Wonyoung stood up and forced you to sit on the edge of her bed before getting on her knees. She took a second to inspect you before grabbing your shaft and stroking you. You instantly groaned enjoying the sensation before she cruelly stopped. "Awe, do you want me to keep stroking you". "Wony" you complained. "Don't Wony me. This is mine. I can do whatever I want whenever I want. Be happy I need this as badly as you do". She retorted. She then took a long lick of her cock before slowly sliding it into her waiting mouth. She took you inch by inch before you hit the back of her throat causing her gag reflex to kick in. "Are you okay". "Yes, just give me a second." She then took you wholly into he mouth again and starting slobbering all over your cock. You grabbed her hair into a makeshift ponytail and tried to think of anything other than the feeling of your cock being shoved down Wonyoungs throat. "You're so close aren't you baby". She haughtily said before taking you into her mouth again. You felt yourself getting closer and closer to your release. You tried to take yourself out of her warm mouth but she kept you suctioned in like a vacuum. You opened your mouth to warn Wony about your release but before you could say a word, you spilled your load down her thoat. She greedily drank each spurt before cleaning your clock and straddling you. When you finally regained your composure, you saw her smirking at you. "God you are so mine" She said before taking your lips into hers. Breaking the kiss, despite her complaints. You placed your hands on your waist and met her eyes. "I love you Wony". "I know Y/N. I love you too. Now stop fucking around and fuck me."

That got you hard instantly. You picked her up and placed her gently on her bed before lining up with her entrance. You brushed her hair out her face before asking "are you sure Wony. Yes Y/N, I want you to be my first and only. I've been waiting for this for years, so again, I love you and appreciate you confirming, but please for the love of God fuck me." That was all you needed before you slowly entered her. She was so warm and tight that you had to hold yourself back from coming instantly. Once you had fully entered her, you look at her to check that she was okay before starting to move. You started to slide in and out of her. Wonyoung began to moan and it was the best thing you had ever heard in your life. "Wony, I'm close". "So am I". "Where do you want it" "Inside me, please." "Are you sure baby?" "Yes, I have never been more sure in my life". You proceeded to start fucking her fasfter and faster chasing your release. When Wonyoung felt your impending release, she wrapped her legs around you and forced you so deep inside of her that you instantly filled her wombs with your second load. You then collapsed on top of her while your cock still buried inside of her. Once you had regained your strength, you started to pull your softening dick out of her; but that only caused Wonyoung's legs to grip you harder. "Don't you fucking dare pull out. This cock is mine." You quickly accepted your fate before giving her a kiss on her forehead. "Fuck, I love you". You saw Wonyoung shyly go to cover her face which was quickly being filled with a blush. You grabbed her hands and gave her a soft kiss. You then flipped you and Wonyoung again, making sure that you two were still connected, so you were on your back with Wonyoung laying on top of you.

You two stayed there listening to the sounds of the city before Wonyoung started laughing. You looked at her with a questioning look. "Whats so funny Wony? Was I that bad?" "No No No honey. We are just such a cliche. Friends to lovers after years of pining. I mean come on.". You gave her a quick peck before saying "at least we got a happy ending". "Oh sweetie, this isn't our ending" Wonyoung replied. You looked at her with a worried look "What do you mean Wony?". "Don't worry, I just mean one night of sex isn't our ending Y/N". "Of course not. I mean we are going to date right?" you hastily replied. Wonyoung looked at you with an annoyed look on her face. "What" you asked. She sighed before responding "Of course we are going to date. But that isn't going to our ending either. You looked at her clearly confused. She sighed again and said "Y/N, our parents have been pushing us to spend time together since forever. My parents bought us an apartment to live in together…" You just kept looking at her. "Y/N are you serious… ugh god you are so lucky that I love you so much. This is it for both of us. You are mine and I am yours. You're are going to spend the rest of your life filling this cunt with your cum. We're are going to get married and you're going to be the father of my children." You looked at her like she just told you that you beat your life threatening disease. "Really!" you asked her. "God you're an idiot." she replied while laughing. You two decided to take a nap before the party.

2hrs later you woke up while still connected with Wonyoung and her laying on your chest. "Wony, we have to get up. It's 8:30. We need to get ready". "I don't wanna. I like it here" she sleepily replied. You started to pull out so you could start to get ready; but Wonyoung wrapped herself around you again so it was impossible to separate. "Wonyoung, we need to shower and get ready otherwise our friends are going to be pissed." "Fine but you are not pulling out until I say you can". You then carried her to the bathroom and started the shower. "We are only showering, okay Wony". "Nope we are fucking". "Wony please, we need to focus up". "Nope, you owe me". "Wony…" "Y/N, you are going to fucking fill me with two more loads before the party and thats it. Now stop complaining and fuck your horny girlfriend".

You quickly shoved her tits first into the glass side of the shower and started pounding the cunt of the love of your life. "Isn't this better than actually showering?" Wonyoung moaned. "Shut up you brat." you replied. "You love this. Stop lying to yourself Y/N. The faster you make fill me, the faster we get to the party. Keep fucking my cunt daddy." Hearing Wonyoung call you daddy broke any attempt of holding back your release and you instantly filled her again with your load. Feeling your release fill her caused Wonyoung to orgasm uncontrollably. 30 seconds and 4 spurts later you and Wonyoung finally recovered. "That's me" Wonyoung said while planting kisses on your lips. "Wony I don't know if I can go again". "Are you sure baby? You sure you can't muster the strength to breed this cunt again. I know you've had wet dreams of breeding me. Of filling me with so much cum that it's impossible that you don't knock me up. Or maybe you just need some motivation." That caused your cock to twitch and you knew she felt it. She then whispered in your ear "Maybe you just need some more motivation. If you can give my greedy little cunt another load, I'll let you fuck me in the ass tonight. Wouldn't you love to take all of my firsts in one day. You've already fucked my throat raw, you breeded this cunt, all you need left daddy is to fuck this tight little ass." That filthy mouth of her, the feeling of her cunt wrapped around you, and the thought of fucking her ass made it impossible for your cock to say soft and you knew you were fucked when she moaned after feeling the hardening of your cock. "There it is" she cockily said. "God I hate you" you replied and just smirked and said "I love you too baby".

After one more round in the shower and quickly getting ready (well you got ready quickly and then waited another 30 minutes for Wonyoung to get ready because in her words "Beauty takes time baby."). You and Wonyoung finally got to arrived at Yujin's house. Everyone else had already arrived so you and Wonyoung coming late and together raised some eyebrows. With everyone staring at your arrival, you quickly apologized and went to go sit down on couch with your friends Sunghoon and Heeseung; but before you could, Wonyoung grabbed the back of your shirt and pulled you back. She glared at you before saying "everyone, Y/N has an announcement to make". With everyone looking at you expectantly, you cleared your throat. "Well ummm, so the reason we were late is ummmm". You glanced at Wonyoung who as still staring daggers at you. You gulped before continuing "Well, I guess it is uhhhh." You took a deep breath before saying "Okay fuck it, Wonyoung and I are together like dating." "What? Since when" everyone yelled except for Yujin who just smirked at you two, Heeseung who looked at you with an unsurprised look, and Sunghoon who just sat there. Wonyoung then decided to speak up "As of 6pm today. Although it should've been a lot earlier right Y/N?" You groaned and replied "Yes Wony, we should've gotten together years ago; but I am a blind idiot who couldn't muster the courage to confess and I didn't realize the quite obvious signs and feelings that Wonyoung had". That caused a large laugh from Yujin "Wonyoung you can't have Y/N take all the blame. You could've confessed to." "But Unnie" "Don't Unnie me Jang Wonyoung". This little exchange caused you to smirk which Wonyoung quickly picked up on and smacked your shoulder. "God, you two dating is just going to make you two even more annoying" Yujin said with a smile on her face. "What do you mean" you and Wony asked. "What do I mean? You two both act like puppies kicked puppies whenever the other isn't with you. Most people don't notice it but trust me you do. Y/N you pretend that you are some whipped lovesick idiot with an unrequited love when in reality Wony has been in love with you honestly longer than you have been in love with her although she realized her love for you after you realized your love for her. And Wony, you pretend that you are some IT Girl who has Y/N wrapped around your fingers when in reality you are so in love with Y/N that everything you do has been influenced by how you it think it will affect Y/N." Everyone laughed at Yujins adept analysis of your and Wonyoungs relationship and dynamic while you and Wony pouted. After hours of laughter, games, and , of course plenty of drinks, everyone left Yujins and went back to their respective homes.

Wonyoung, ever the brat, decided that the uber ride home from the party was the perfect time to revisit a conversation from earlier in the day. She leaned into you and started whispering in your ear "Jagi, remember our conversation from earlier?" "Which one Wony?" "You know…" as she slide her hand onto your thigh and ever so close to your crouch "the one in the shower about a certain part of me that you love to stare at and I am sure would love even more to fuck". That got you hard instantly. "Wony" you warned as she slowly started to massage you through your pants. "What Jagi, don't tell me that just thinking of fucking my ass got you that hard. Maybe you are remembering what was happening when we had that conversation. That is was after you had filled me with your cum for the fourth time today. Or maybe its because you remembered that your cock was still sheathed inside its warm little cock sleeve." "Or maybe Wony it's because my slut of a girlfriend is groping me through my pants and is talking about how much of a whore she is while we are in the back of an Uber" you retorted back. "Oh Y/N, you know I'm only a slut for you". You began to form a response to her latest quip but she quickly shut you up with a kiss. You two started to make out before you were rudely interrupted by the driver clearing their throat "Excuse me, we're here". You and Wonyoung detached yourself and quickly excited the car; but not before hearing the driver make another remark "horny ass college students. They never know how to act in public". Normally, you would be embarrassed and would apologize profusely; but currently your mind was somewhere else or on someone else.

After stumbling into your shared apartment, you and Wonyoung started to tear each other's clothes off. Lips attched and not even being close to remotely willing to deattach, you two finally made it to her bedroom. Not without bumping into numerous pieces of furniture and a few walls, you quickly removed the final pieces of clothing keeping you from fucking the living daylight out of each other. Taking control for the first time since you don't even know when, you softly shoved Wonyoung onto her bed. Wonyoung, ever the little vixen, then made a show of slowing opening her legs and showing you the thing you never realized you needed so desperately. God, you could just stare at her pretty little pussy all day. Wonyoung, noticing how entranced you were, grabbed your hands and started having you trace her cunt with your fingers. You dropped to your knees and were about to feast on her when she suddenly shoved you ass first onto the ground. Confused and devastated that your prize was taken away from you, you stood up and were greeted by another one of your favorite sites… Wonyoung tight, naked ass. You stood there entranced until you heard Wonyoungs pitiful little pleas "Jagi, please" You raised your eyes past the ass that you have been obsessed with since highschool and up that perfect arch to meet Wonyoung's signature fuck me eyes. Slowly you slide inch by inch into the object of all your fantasies. Each inch paired with an excruciating amount of pain and pleasure for the both of you. Once you had finally bottomed out, you took a breath. Raising your right hand to meet her chin, you softly brush your lips against hers. "Are you okay Wony?" "Perfect Jagi". After confirming her comfort, you started to thrust in and out of her puckered hole. Each thrust had you giving it your all to hold back the wave of your release. Sensing your struggle, Wonyoung started to push her ass to meet your thrusts, trying to spur on your release. "Jagi, don't hold back. Just fuck me." Hearing that, you started to pound her without abandon. After a few more thrusts, you relented and gave her everything she had been begging for. Filling her ass with spurt after spurt of your cum. Feeling your release, Wonyoung quickly followed suit, covering her bed with her juices. After what felt like eternity, you finally stopped cumming. Exhausted, you collapsed on top of Wonyoung.

"Jagi" "Yes, Wony". "You're still inside me". "Sorry baby". You carefully slide your softening dick out of her ass and fell next to her. Before you could react, Wonyoung rolled onto top of you and quickly reinserted your barely erect dick into her warm cunt before laying her head on your chest. "Wony?" "Mine" was all she said before falling asleep. Making sure you were still connected, you carefully slipped under the covers of the bed with her. Feeling yourself start to fall asleep, you wrapped your arms around the woman of your dreams and gave a sigh of content, before finally letting sleep take hold of you.

[destinedfordiapers]

The Bare Necessities

This caption is for @jsolano318, who wanted a blushy party all for herself. Hope you enjoy it! It’s also set in the Little’s Program™️ Anthology universe.

You watch the adults running here and there, ensuring everything was perfect for the party.

This was, after all, a very special occasion.

Hosting a party this time of year wasn’t unusual for your family.

By sheer happenstance, you, your mother, your older sister, your younger brother, and even your cousin all had birthdays within a few weeks of each other.

Tired of hosting back-to-back-to-back-to-back parties, your Mom decided to throw one big party for everyone. One day to go all out and celebrate all the birthdays at once.

It may have started out of convenience, but over the years, it morphed into one of your great family traditions. Everyone looked forward to it.

This was the first time the party was devoted to a single person in years.

You.

As you take in the decorations, your tummy squirms with nerves. Your mom added her usual elegant touches, but there was an unmistakable difference from the normal vibe.

“Emily, dear, would you mind checking Julia’s diaper? I could have sworn I saw her making some silly faces.”

“Sure thing, Mrs. Smith,” Emily answered your mom.

Two months ago, Emily was your girlfriend.

“Hiya Juju!” Emily coos, “Let’s check that diapie of yours. Did you make a stinky?”

Without waiting for you to answer, Emily pulls back the waistband of your diaper and inspects it.

Ever since you got back from the Little’s Program™️, she’s been your Nanny. Part of you was glad you still got to spend time with her.

The other part was mortified. She was now your authority figure, responsible for checking and changing your diapers and spoon-feeding you your meals.

“All clean, Mrs. Smith,” Emily says, “Just a little soggy!”

This was no ordinary birthday party. A better description would be an Unbirthday Party.

The guests, due to arrive at any minute, aren’t here to celebrate your 22nd birthday; they’re coming to celebrate your first of many birthdays as the regressed Little you now are.

The doorbell rings.

Another knot forms in your tummy. Your immediate family was the only people you’ve seen since the Little’s Program™️. And Emily, of course.

But this was different.

There’s no hiding your status—or your diaper—dressed like this. Emily convinced your Mom it was the perfect outfit to introduce the new you. Some old, some new.

What better way to show your transition to your second babyhood?

As happy as you were to wear one of your old, mature tops, it did absolutely nothing to cover your diaper. Everybody could see just how soggy you were.

You heard a cacophony of voices erupt from the living room. Voices you knew all too well. They weren’t your family—they were your best friends.

“She’s so excited to see everyone!” your Mom says excitedly, “She’s right outside waiting for you!”

Ugh, you didn’t expect this. At least, not today. But the voices were getting louder. There was no escape.

“AHHHHH!!!” your best friend Kate shouted the moment she saw you, “You look adorable, Jules!”

Kate, along with your other gaggle friends immediately surrounded you, cooing and complimenting your new look.

“H-hi…” you blubber, “I didn’t know you girls were coming…”

“Jules, we wouldn’t miss it for the world!” Mary answers.

“Yeah, don’t be silly, Jules! Just because you’re a cutie patootie Little now, doesn’t mean we can't be friends! I wasn’t your friend just because you were potty trained!”

You blush violently. It did mean a lot to hear—losing your friends was one of the things you feared most—but hearing the infantile tone of voice they used didn’t make it any less embarrassing.

“F-fank you!” you say, much more confidently than before, “Itth justh…justh embawassing to be theen wike this, that’s all.”

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about!” Lucy juts in, “Littles need diapers. You’re a Little. And besides, look how cute that diapie is! And it even matches your top!”

The doorbell rings again.

A stampede of aunts, uncles, and cousins storm outside, looking for the guest of honor.

Your friends step away, letting your family get a better look at you. A frenzy of voices ogling at you, to you, and about you fill the backyard. Before you can respond to any one person, another takes their place.

Even if you wanted to say something, you’d have trouble between all the cheek-pinching and hugs.

The last person to see you was your grandma. She’d never admit it to anyone else, but you were always her favorite grandchild.

“Well, hello, Miss Julia,” she says with a loving smile, “So good to see you again, dear.”

“Hi Gammy!” you say running over to her and giving her a hug.

You were so lost in the moment, you didn’t hear any of the “awwws” and “ohhs” at your droopy diaper swaying with each step.

Grandma pats your diaper playfully. “Karen, dear,” she says sternly to your mother, “Her diaper is soaked! I raised you better than to let Julia run around in a drenched diaper.”

Your mom blushes profusely. “These diapers aren’t the old ones you’re used to. That diaper can hold a few more wettings. Besides, these are designed to wick away the wetness so she won’t get any rashes.”

“If you say so, dear.” Grandma says disbelievingly, “I just want what’s best for Julia.”

She winks at you.

Clearly desperate to change to subject, your mom speaks to the party at large. “Now that everyone is here, why don’t we open presents? I’m sure Julia is dying to open them before I put her down for a nap!”

“M-Mommy!” you whimper, “Don’ needa nap today!”

Your Mom chuckles, “We’ll see about that, honey.”

“Julia, dear, come sit on Granny’s lap while you open your presents.”

“Okay, Gammy!” you say, waddling over to her. She lifts you up and sets you on her lap. The group forms a semi-circle around you.

“Let’s see, how about this one?” your Mom says, grabbing a present and looking at the tag, “It’s from Kate, Lucy, and Mary!”

Your friends all perk up, excited to see you open their present.

“We all pooled our money for this! We think you’re gonna love it!”

The package was lighter than you expected. But you tear into it anyway.

It’s a card and a few pieces of paper, the words making no sense to you. All you see are some pictures of pandas, elephants, and tigers.

“Th-thank you!” you say, trying not to make it obvious you got the Tiny Scholars Package™️ and can’t read anymore.”

“Let’s see,” Granny says, taking the paper from you, “Oh my girls, you shouldn’t have! This is too nice!”

“What is it, Gammy?” you whisper.

“It’s a one-year membership to the zoo! And look, it even comes with an all-exclusive meet-and-greet with the animals!”

“Yeah!” Kate shouts, “We know how much you love animals and the zoo, so we figured what better place for Littles than the zoo?”

“Plus,” Mary adds, “You get to meet your favorite animals! You get to go into the panda and penguin exhibit! And after, you can feed the elephants and parrots!”

“And it gets better, Jules! You even get to PLAY with the otters!”

“W-weally?!?” you squeal in excitement, “Pway wif otters?! FANK YOU!!!”

“Awww, you’re welcome, cutie!” Kate says.

“That was very nice of you girls!” your Mom says, “You’ll have to let us know when you have some free time from college and come with us!”

“We’d love to, Mrs. Smith!”

As your Mom looks for another gift, you feel a twang in your stomach.

No, no, no!

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” Grandma asks, feeling you squirm.

“How about this one from your cousins?”

Your Mom stops short, recognizing your face.

“Mom, I think—,” your Mom starts before a loud toot interrupts her.

“Oh, dear, I think someone needs to poopoo!” Grandma laughs.

Before you can even move—your mind begging you to run and hide—your face scrunches up. Your body leans forward as you grunt.

It was one thing to make a boom boom in the privacy of your crib. But this…this was much worse.

There you were, surrounded by family and friends—sitting on Gammy’s lap—making a stinky. You could feel all their eyes on you.

Watching you prove to be the infantile Little you are.

“Mgphfff,” you grunt, pushing a large mass into your diaper.

Your Grandma shifts you on her lap, trying to give your diaper space to accommodate your mess.

“Looks like we might have to postpone presents until after her nap,” your Mom tells everyone, “I’ll put her down after I change her diaper. There is champagne and rose in the fridge!”

“I’ll take care of Juju, Mrs. Smith!” Emily says, “That’s what a Nanny is for. You entertain your guests!”

“Mgphfff,” you grunt again, feeling your tummy start to relax.

You look up at the crowd of enthralled family and friends, covering your face.

“Does Julia have a binky? If she’s anything like she was as a baby, she’s gonna need her binky unless you want a fussy girl.”

“Right here,” Emily says, grabbing your binky from your diaper bag.

“Thanks, dear,” Grandma says, taking the binky and offering you the nipple.

You accept it, needing to calm your nerves and feeling your eyes tear up.

“Let me take her,” Emily says, reaching for you, “I’ll get her into a clean diapie and tuck her in for a nice nap.”

“B-bu!” you whine.

“Don’t worry, Jules,” Kate says, patting your diaper, “We’ll be right here waiting for you after your nap.”

You shove your face into Emily’s neck as she carries you to your nursery.

As much as you want a clean diaper, needing a nap at your own party makes you feel even smaller than your very public poopy.

But as Emily lifts your legs to clean you, your eyes grow heavier and heavier.

Maybe your Mom is right. You are pretty tired…

You don’t even remember Emily tucking you into your crib. Or hear all the coos as your Mom shows the crowd the baby monitor watching over you.

[labratscheese]

For anyone who thinks that scientists in movies, shows, or writing are done too stereotypically sometimes, please know that I have:

1 - Seen someone in the lab use a variation of "In English, please" as a response to someone else's detailed and very technical explanation. They had two different fields of study so one person's word choice was confusing to the other person.

2 - Worn a lab coat around the house because it has so many pockets.

3 - Been so engrossed in a new museum exhibit that I (as I found out years later) didn't see two of my coworkers on a date behind me. They literally brought me, I was just super excited for dinosaurs.

4 - Just made two Punnett squares to try and explain how my chickens have started laying very unusual color eggs.

So if you are ever writing a scientist character and think you're being too stereotypical, just know that you probably aren't.

Also the lab (about 20 people) got into a day and a half long yelling match once over if a stuffed rabbit could be called a teddy bear, which deeply confused management. We never even all agreed, we just mutually decided to drop it.

[cixerr]

DAISUKE X READER HEADCANONS PT2 🌺

SFW/NSFW - MINORS SHOO 🔞

Back with more dating headcanons for our favourite boy :3 this time including SFW ones!!!

Part one can be found here!

No gender specified for reader

(tiddies are mentioned like once)

Enjoy <3

SFW

🌺 -he's EXTREMELY clingy once the relationship has been established. Where you go HE GOES.

🌺 - physical touch!!! He can NOT keep his hands off you weather that's having a hold on your hand all the time or trapping you in a cuddle. He's definitely a "5 more minutes" typa guy hehe

🌺 - speaking of cuddles... I'd say he's the big spoon. he holds you tightly like you'd disappear the moment he lets go of you. He loves burying his face in the crook of your neck.

🌺 - please give him head pats!! Play with his hair and scratch behind his ear. He's your human sized puppy! (He's also a sucker for you playing with his hair...)

🌺 - you're the only other person who has the privilege of playing on his gameboy. He likes to rest his head on your shoulder while he watches you. Probably complaining about all the wrong things you're doing but it's still fun. You think his little complaints are cute anyways. it also makes him proud to know he's better at it than you.

ALRIGHTTT he also helps you out by placing his hands over yours as he controls the game with your hands.....

🌺 - nobody talks about how he's a party freak much but he's DEFINITELY buying you the drinks. Knowing full well how hectic parties can be he's always by your side and clinging on to you to keep you safe

🌺 - if you're upset about something, he's gonna try to fix things no matter what. He'd be searching the Internet for HOURS just to find the best solution. he is not giving up.

Mostly likes to cuddle you and keep you close to make you feel even slightly better :)

🌺 - loves receiving words of affirmation. It makes him feel happy and worthy when you tell him how good of a boyfriend he is. How proud you are of him. Ohh he doesn't deserve a partner like you... he definitely does!

🌺 - LOVES SHARING!! Food, drinks, clothes... you name it he loves sharing absolutely everything ever with you

🌺 - if he sees something that even slightly reminds him of you, you bet he's getting it and randomly surprising you with it

NSFW

🌺 - he definitely had more one night stands than actual relationships in the past. (Not too many, but you were most likely his first serious relationship) So he's more experienced with what goes on in the bedroom more than anything else...

You're not quite sure on what you're supposed to do? Don't worry he gotchu

🌺 - smear your cum all over his face...he'd like that. and let him suck his own cum off your fingers while you're at it... ALL WHILE REMAINING EYE CONTACT ARRGHHHH

🌺 - not sure if this is much of a headcanon cause I still don't know if he'd actually do this but.....he likes to wear thongs 😔 (he first started wearing them because he thought it'd get more people drooling over him LMAO) He knows how hot you find it so he makes sure they're always on show (just for you 😉) oh and he likes matching thongs with you too ❤️

🌺 - LOVES WHEN YOU WEAR LINGERIE. He thinks it's so incredibly hot and sexy and yeah he's a drooling mess over you

🌺 - risk it for a biscuit! He loves having sex in the most risky places. Just something about the thought of getting caught makes him feel all excited

🌺 - he's obsessed with giving you hickeys, especially on your neck where everyone can see. He's always proud of the millions of bruises he leaves on you, and it's showing that you belong to him (uωu*)

When your bruises start to heal, he's right back on your neck again ♥︎

Other places he likes to leave them are your breasts and shoulders ❤️

🌺 - if you can't be with him for whatever reason, he has a collection of dirty photos of you he likes to jerk off too. He keeps them in a very special/fancy box because they're incredibly important to him :3

I'm running out of nsfw ideas I'm afraid I spilled my most freaky stuff in my first post ☹️

[patchouii]

Yeah, this is incredibly accurate. After his encephalitis was cured and Will had heard and absorbed some of Hannibal’s reasoning and encouragement of his violence— but more importantly, after he has a very strong reason to do so to get revenge for Hannibal’s deceptions— you can see the darker, more cunning undercurrent to him that he’s let loose more clearly. Will already had contracted encephalitis by the time of episode one, Hannibal exacerbated it further. In season two you can start to see why Alana admitted that she tried to never be in a room alone with him in the past and why he and Freddie traded barbs about signs of psychopathy.

Will is more intense than Hannibal with his darker actions and manipulations while also being more removed when it suits him, watching people dangle and watching their reactions. Like a fisherman, he seems to favor reeling his prey in despite the risks they might see before gutting them— he enjoys having power over others in a way Hannibal doesn’t. His admission in episode two that killing Hobbs felt good and powerful and him saying he felt a “quiet sense of power” after killing Randall Tier demonstrate this. His multiple lucid visions of killing or hurting Hannibal while restraining him and binding the “firefly man” for his first tableau are potent examples.

Hannibal mutilates, manipulates, kills and tortures because it’s what will give him his desired “final product” for his tableaus or because he thinks something his victim did was unforgivable (or rather an erudite excuse to stretch his violent urges). It’s more about the result, the violence itself, the principle of the thing. But Will genuinely enjoys inflicting harm in a clearly sadistic way, beating armored Randall up with his bare fists, smirking openly while threatening Hannibal at gunpoint in his kitchen. He gets an emotional thrill from it that feels more illicit in its excitement.

Seeing Hannibal like this, I think, really cemented his dedication to his secret backstabbing plan to free him. It was uniquely able to make Will think of how just he is bound to Hannibal, suffering or not, Hannibal is bound to him just the same and he can certainly use and revel in that.

So Will in the ladder scene puts a boundary with his body language (arches his back, so Hannibal has to stop closing in on him)

and he checks again with putting his torso forward and Hannibal recoils back a little bit (but stays put)

It shows that he is sensitive to Will's lead in their bodily geography. Will becomes more comfortable after the second check (maybe even aroused a bit, cause he feels in control)

All Will's dreams that include Hannibal, have an element of putting him in place permanently and Hannibal feeling okay with it, comfortable in Will's restraint, under his control.

Some may say that Will's s2 dreams are erotic, full of suggestive imagery.

well, so if we go all the way with this logic

On his knees, pinned, okay

Meeting Will for the first time in three years, freedom of movement only in his memory palace, glass wall, practically no agency at all. Greeting Will with his back and ass first okay

and hmmm

hmmmmm so yeah, Hannibal's cell was a perfect seduction set up for Will Graham and Will Graham only

[halsteadlover]

𝐀𝐧 𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐎𝐧𝐞

*Pics not mine credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Fem!Reader.

• Requested by @hart-kinsella: Basically, the fan fic could be set at one of Jay's Intelligence colleagues' wedding and mc is one of the bride's closest friends; the bride wants to set her up with one hot cop (could also be one who works on patrol). It could either be that the 'chosen' guy is not Jay, but then mc and Jay naturally connect at the reception (maybe through her wanting to avoid the guy she's set up with) or Jay being the 'set up' guy from minute 1 and them just meeting there (with the usual embaressement that comes from friends insisting you should get together) and hitting it off immediately.

• Warnings: curse words/strong language, mention of alcohol consumption, lots of tension and physical contact, heavy making out, suggestive at the end.

• Word count: 8.8k

• A/N: PLEASE READ ONLY IF YOU’RE 18+ DUE TO SUGGESTIVE THEMES. The way I was so excited about this fic but I reread it and now I hate it why am I like this 😭 Let me know in the comments what do you think about this one, I love you all ❤️

“I don’t know if this is a good idea,” you said to Kim as you watched her sip the champagne from her glass, her huge ring shining against the lights of the room.

She was radiant, a smile plastered on her lips as wide as you had ever seen her in all the time you were friends. She was happy and your heart exploded with joy seeing her finally have her happy ending with Adam, especially after everything they’ve been through.

She looked beautiful in her white wedding dress and you couldn’t hide the tears of happiness you shed when you saw her walk down the aisle, a radiant smile on her lips. Adam looked at her with eyes so bright and full of love it made you wonder if there’d ever be someone who’d look at you like that, as if you were the only person who mattered, as if without you he couldn’t even breathe.

“Of course it’s a good idea! There’s nothing better than a blind date with a hot cop,” she finished sipping her champagne and set it down on the tray as a waiter walked by, thanking him immediately after. “You don’t trust me? Have I ever let you down on the men front?”

You didn’t respond, just looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

“Okay there might’ve been some unfortunate meetings but this won’t be the case. Please, please, please. I swear he’s a really cute and good guy!” She begged, putting on her cute puppy face that not even the devil could resist.

Little bitch.

You sighed and rolled your eyes and that was enough to make her clap her hands with joy. “Only because it’s your day.”

“You won’t regret it, I promise.”

The fact was you were already regretting it.

You had never been very good at blind dates, you hated not knowing who you were going to talk to and spend the evening with, you wanted to be able to decide first if you liked that person. What if you didn’t like him, or if he didn’t like you? It would’ve been very awkward.

Actually, it was. It was definitely awkward.

Kim had pointed out from afar a man who was talking to Adam—ignoring how the latter was watching Kim without ever taking his eyes off her even while talking to other people—and you took your time to observe him.

He was a tall man, from behind you noticed his ash blonde hair and a statuesque body that was embraced by a tuxedo. Without even saying anything, Kim grabbed your hand and dragged you towards them, ignoring your signs of protest.

You were so nervous and you hated it.

And it certainly didn’t help that Kim had made it her mission to pair you up with someone, since you were the only single girl in your group of friends.

But you were happy, you weren’t lonely, you were fine being alone and that was important, you didn’t need a man by your side to determine your happiness. You defined your own happiness.

“Hi babe,” Kim greeted her husband, who smiled before sliding his arm around her hips and kissing her. The two of them were so in love it was almost disgusting. “Sorry I was rude. Caleb, I wanted you to meet my friend.”

Your cheeks flushed red as you felt the man’s gaze on you. “Oh so you’re the famous Y/n right? I’ve heard so much about you.”

God please have mercy.

“I hope only good things,” you replied with a smile and offered him your hand, which he immediately shook. The way his eyes moved up and down your body made your skin crawl, and the smirk he had plastered across his lips as he looked at you didn’t suggest anything good.

You pulled your hand away, forcing a smile as he started to speak, and cursed both Kim and Adam when you saw them sneak away, both giggling as they left you alone with that guy.

As they say, a woman’s sixth sense is like a gift, it never fails.

And it didn’t even take half an hour of talking to Caleb to realize he was self-centered and you’d never see him again. He talked your ear off as if you’d known each other your whole life, focusing mostly on him, his work, the gym, his exploits. You nodded every now and then, just to give him the impression you were listening when in reality your mind had dissociated after the first ten minutes of conversation.

And by conversation you obviously meant monologue.

He didn’t ask you anything, and by nothing you really meant nothing, not how old you were, your job, your hobbies, in short the simple questions one asks when one is getting to know another.

You looked around bored, cursing Kim and yourself with every fiber of your being for letting yourself being dragged—for the million time— in a situation you didn’t want to be in.

You decided you’d never take a single piece of her advice about men ever again.

“Once, when I was still on patrol, there was a robbery a few blocks away. I was alone and when I got there the thief was already running. I’ll make this short but even the commander congratulated me…”

You were trying really hard to listen to him but every time you tried to pay attention, he was still talking about himself. It was hard to follow his conversation/monologue without being fascinated by some random spot in the room like the chandelier.

Caleb was a beautiful man, that was objective. He was tall, broad-shouldered, he had a sculpted physique, defined jaw, eyes as blue as the sky. But beauty wasn’t everything, not when his character was similar to a mollusk.

“Hey baby, here you are, I’ve been looking for you for a while,” a male voice reached your ears from behind and you almost had a heart attack when you felt an arm wrap around your shoulders. You snapped your head towards the man, finding yourself in front of one of the most beautiful man you’d ever see.

Forget Caleb, who the hell was this man?

You froze, having no idea what to say or do. Who the hell was he? What did he want?

“Sorry it took so long but the line for the bathroom was endless,” the stranger continued and you tried with every fiber of your being to remain impassive. Your body was tense as a violin string as you tried to subtly move away from his grasp.

Breathtaking or not, you didn’t know him.

“Baby? You have a boyfriend? Kim told me you were single,” Caleb exclaimed almost indignantly, alternating his gaze between you and the stranger. You thanked God he was a second-rate cop and had the detective skills of a hamster or he would’ve seen from a mile away this was the first time you’d seen that man around you.

“Oh, well this is pretty new not many people know about us, but we’ve been seeing each other for a while. Thanks for keeping my girlfriend company—”

“Caleb.”

“Carl. Thanks,” the stranger held out a hand and Caleb looked at it before looking back at you and walking away without a word, a furious expression on his face.

You didn’t even bother following him because damn, you were so relieved you got him out of the way.

The stranger’s gaze was on you even though he had removed his arm from around you.

“Well, I guess you need to work on your acting skills but it went well right?”

You widened your eyes, still confused about what the hell was going on. “Who are you?”

“Oh you’re welcome, I didn’t just save you from the most boring date of your life,” he smirked.

You continued to look at him, confused, embarrassed and unable to form a coherent sentence. Who the hell was this man? And why was he so breathtakingly handsome? And why did he just pretend to be your boyfriend?

He held out a hand towards you, a smirk plastered across his lips, acting like he hadn’t just pretended to be in a relationship with a stranger. “I’m Jay Halstead. You must be Y/n right? It’s nice to finally meet you.”

Jay? Why does this sound familiar?

You widened your eyes, not even trying to hide your expression of fear and shock. “How do you know my name?” You asked, taking a step back, ready to run away.

His gaze softened, understanding he must’ve really looked like a stalker. “Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you, I work with Kim in Intelligence. She mentioned you a couple of times and I assumed it was you since you’re the only one of her friends I’ve never met.”

Then you realized why his name was familiar to you. Kim—when talking about her job—had sometimes mentioned a ‘Jay’ and it was nice to finally be able to associate the face with that name, especially if the face was that one.

God he’s so hot.

“Listen,” he continued, raising his hands in surrender, a drink in the left one, “I’m not a stalker I swear—I came off in the wrong way. I just saw you from afar while you were talking to Carl, and you seemed to be in trouble so I thought I’d help. Let’s start over, shall we?”

You tried not to chuckle at the way he got Caleb’s name wrong and stared at him for a moment. He maintained eye contact, his irises locked on yours with no sign of changing direction. You had only just noticed how green his eyes were and you didn’t know why, but something inside you made you no longer want to run away.

You nodded and he smiled triumphantly and, God, he had one of the most beautiful smiles you had ever seen. He held out a hand to you again. “I’m Jay, nice to meet you.”

You tried to suppress a smile of your own and you clasped his hand. “It’s Y/n, the pleasure is mine.”

That handshake sent a spark up your entire arm, not in the cliché kind of way, but in the way that made you feel your body suddenly enveloped in a wave of heat.

He didn’t let go of your hand right away, but you didn’t care. You liked it, you liked the way his grip was strong, firm, confident, but his touch soft at the same time. You liked how his palm felt rough against yours but his skin was warm, a stark contrast to yours.

His thumb skimmed against the back of your hand before he pulled it away, bringing the glass to his lips with his other hand and taking a sip of his drink. All without him ever breaking eye contact with you.

This single innocent gesture left you breathless.

Did I mention he’s so damn hot and sexy?

He looked at you with curiosity, as if he had already decided that from now on his attention would be solely on you.

“This is the part where I have to thank you for saving me from an embarrassing date, isn’t it?”

His eyes flickered for a second on your lips as you spoke and he subtly took a deep breath, taking another sip of his drink. You pretended it didn’t affect you in the slightest even though your stomach had just flipped.

“You not filing a complaint against me is a great thank you,” Jay replied making you laugh, “and besides, I should be the one thanking Kim.”

You tilted your head slightly to the side, looking at him with a questioning expression. “Kim? Why?”

“For setting you up with the wrong guy, might’ve missed my shot otherwise.”

You burst out laughing again and rolled your eyes. “C’mon Jay, is that the best you can do?”

“Ouch,” he put his hand to his chest as if he was in pain. “That really hurt, I may be rusty but I’m not that bad c’mon.”

You smirked. “You’ll survive officer.”

“Nuh, uh. It’s detective, please.”

“My bad, I apologize Detective,” it was your turn to raise your hands in surrender. “But seriously, thank you for saving me from whatever that was.”

He smiled softly at you. “It was a pleasure. You were a couple seconds away from pulling the fire alarm to escape, I couldn’t just stay there and do nothing.”

“Oh, so you make a habit of being a knight and saving damsels in distress?”

“Nah, only the ones that are worth saving,” he replied, and you laughed, feeling that anxious and nervous feeling fade away as you continued to converse—for real this time—with Jay.

“I could’ve gotten away with it, you know,” you crossed your arms and Jay’s eyes flickered, for a millisecond, to your chest, specifically the neckline of your dress.

“Please,” he raised an eyebrow, “if he had kept talking any longer you would’ve ripped your hair out.”

“Stop you’re so dramatic, that’s not true at all,” you rolled your eyes—even though it was the truest thing you had ever heard—making him chuckle. “What’s your poison?” You nodded to his drink as he brought it to his lips and took a sip.

A teasing smile caressed his lips and then it was your turn flicking your gaze to his mouth. You had tried to resist but damn it was so hard. “Bourbon, neat. Effective right?”

You raised an eyebrow, mirroring his playful energy. “Is efficient a new fancy way of saying banal and predictable?”

He let out a soft laugh, the sound so low and warm it made your insides squirm. “Probably,” he countered, “but it’s still a classic.” He slightly tilted his head to the side as his green eyes roamed along your body, lingering for a moment on your dress before meeting your gaze again. You felt every inch of your skin catch fire under his eyes and you couldn’t help but compare Jay’s gaze to Caleb’s, which only made your skin crawl instead. “But it’s not for you. I think you’re more of a champagne kind of woman.”

At that same moment, by pure coincidence, a waiter carrying a tray of champagne glasses passed not far from you. Jay stopped him and took it, before offering it to you. You blushed, before taking it, your fingers brushing against him. “Thank you.”

You lifted your glass towards him, a quiet smile playing on your lips. “To Kim and Adam,” you said.

“To Kim and Adam,” he repeated voice low and smooth. He raised his glass to meet you, the soft clink echoing between you. For a moment, neither of you spoke—his eyes holding yours with an intensity that made your breath catch. It was just a toast, simple and harmless, but the way he was looking at you? Nothing about it felt simple.

“So, you’re a champagne type of woman,” he smirked.

“Guilty,” you shrugged your shoulders. “But what can I say? I like little sparkle in my life.”

You took another sip of champagne and that time it was your gaze that roamed along his body, perfectly wrapped in the tux he was wearing—over the broad lines of his shoulders, the way his dress shirt stretched just right across his chest.

Man, he looked so good it had to be illegal.

When your eyes returned to his you noticed the way he clenched his jaw and the slightest twitch of his lips as he looked at you, as if he knew exactly what you were doing but didn’t mind a bit.

His fingers flexed around his glass and a sexy smirk appeared on his lips, his eyes shining like the moon in the night. He slightly tilted his head to the side, his index finger brushing along the rim of his glass in a slow, absent-minded motion—like he was thinking about something he probably shouldn’t say out loud. “A little spark huh? And here I thought I was bringing the spark.”

You giggled. Yep, actually giggled. “Oh yeah? So that’s what you’re doing?”

“If you’re asking me then I’m not doing a good job,” he retorted, with a fake sad expression acting like he just wiped a tear, “you’re hurting me so much tonight.”

“Oh, you poor thing, I’d hate to bruise that big ego of yours.” You placed a hand on his bicep and caressed it in mock comfort and, fuck, you had to use every fiber of your body to not squeeze and feel up his muscles.

He tensed under your touch, his breath hitching in his throat feeling of your hand on him.

His lips curved into a slow, lazy smile—the kind that sent a shiver down your spine. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he drew, his voice dropping just a notch lower. “I can take a hit. Besides…” His gaze swept over you again, slower this time—unapologetic. “Something tells me it’s worth it.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to stop the smile threatening to break free, but to no avail. He was too good at this—too smooth, too charming, but damn if it wasn’t working.

“Careful Detective Halstead someone might think you’re flirting with me,” you smirked, taking another sip of your champagne.

He shortened the distance between you, subtly and not too noticeably, but you felt his presence, his scent enveloping you fully, more than it had done so far. “Luckily I don’t care about anyone but the person I’m talking to right now,” he replied, “and they’d be right because that’s exactly what I’m doing.”

The air between you grew heavier—not uncomfortable but charged with something unspoken. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the noise of the wedding reception fading into a distant hum. You should’ve looked away, said something to break the tension, but you didn’t want to.

You’ve never felt anything like this, being so damn attracted to a man you were dying to kiss him, to touch him.

“So confident,” you murmured. You tried to keep your eyes on his, but you couldn’t, not when his mouth was not too far from yours. “And here I thought you were just being nice.”

He chuckled, his voice low and deep. “Trust me sweetheart, there’s nothing nice about what I’m thinking right now.”

You took another sip, hoping to steady the warmth curling low in your stomach. Why were your legs suddenly turning to jelly?

“So…” you started, arching a brow in an attempt to shift the focus back on him, “do you flirt like this with every girl you save, or am I just special?”

Jay’s smile widened and he took a slow sip of his bourbon before answering. “You tell me,” he said, his voice smooth as silk. “Do you feel special?”

Damn him.

You laughed softly, shaking your head and taking a deep breath at the same time. “You’re trouble, Halstead.”

He didn’t deny it. “And yet, you’re still talking to me,” he pointed out, eyes gleaming with mischief. “What does that say about you?”

“That I make questionable decisions?”

Jay let out another quiet laugh, but this one felt different—lower, warmer. “Or maybe,” he murmured, leaning in a bit towards you, “you’re exactly where you want to be.”

And the truth? You weren’t sure you could argue with that because he was right, you were where you wanted to be.

You finished the rest of your glass in a single sip because there were two possibilities, this or jump on him and you couldn’t already do that considering you had just met him.

He was throwing you off so much it left you speechless and it wasn’t like you. You didn’t know if you loved it or hated it.

He chuckled as he continued to look at you, as if he had just read your mind.

Your guardian angel, Kim—who you’d thank for the rest of your life from that moment on—appeared at that exact moment, interrupting the game of glances between you and Jay that was becoming too intense for your own good.

“Jay! Y/n? Where’s Caleb?” She asked, visibly excited and smiling.

“I have no idea, courtesy of my fake boyfriend here,” you nodded at Jay who chuckled sexily.

How could laughter be so sexy?

“We need to talk about your questionable taste in men Kim, what kind of rat did you want her to be paired with?” He joked one hand shoved into his pants pocket while the other held his almost empty glass.

“Hey, don’t talk to my wife like that, I’d say she made a good choice in men,” Adam suddenly intervened, wrapping his arm around Kim’s hips and pressing a kiss to her temple. The sight warmed your heart, making you smile like an idiot.

“So, you’ve already introduced yourselves,” Kim continued, alternating her gaze between you and Jay but with a sinister smirk on her lips.

You and Jay exchanged a quick knowing look. “Yeah, he saved me from the mess that was Caleb. And by the way, I’m never listening to you ever again Kim, don’t do that to me again.”

“You two look so good together,” Kim blurted out and giggled, visibly tipsy. “Don’t you think they look hot together honey?”

“Okay that’s enough, let’s get back to dancing,” Adam chimed in again, struggling to contain his laughter, before dragging his wife away.

Before she left though Kim came back to you and whispered, “I was watching you two from afar there’s so much sexual tension between you two that even I got turned on.”

Your cheeks turned on fire but before you could respond Adam finally dragged her away, leaving you alone with Jay again.

He let out a light laugh, and you turned your head towards him. “Do I want to ask you what she said?”

You shook your head, taking another sip of champagne as you still heard her words echoing in your head. “Nope.”

He looked at you for a moment, his eyebrow raised. “Kim really does have questionable matching skills, I take it this isn’t the first time with Carl,” he said, changing the subject.

“You have no idea,” you rolled your eyes, “my brain can’t comprehend how she managed to match me with these men and not one of them was normal.”

“Well, have you thought that maybe they weren’t the problem?”

You gasped in fake shock and elbowed him in the side, and he pretended to be in excruciating pain, making you laugh at the show he was putting on. “I could arrest you for assault on a police officer you know that right? You’d look really pretty in a prison uniform.”

“You think I’ll look cute in handcuffs too?”

What the fuck?! Where the hell did that come from?

Jay, who was taking his last sip of bourbon, chocked on it and started coughing after the liquor went down the wrong way and, although you were embarrassed by the stupidity of that statement, the scene was pretty hilarious.

“You good? Should I call a doctor? What happened?” You teased him, trying to hold back your laughter but failing miserably.

“You know damn well what happened,” he retorted with mock annoyance even as the smile on his lips belatedly came. “And pretty wouldn’t even come close to how good you’d look in handcuffs if you really wanted an answer, but that’s something we’ll talk about later.”

You blushed, once again, from head to toe and hated yourself for this reaction and how easily he could see it. “Later? Who says there’s gonna be a ‘later’?”

He smirked down at you, and it was so sexy it made your head spin. “Trust me there will be.”

“You’re so cocky detective.”

Jay leaned in just a fraction, enough that the faint scent of his cologne wrapped around you—something warm and woodsy, with a hint of spice. “Only when I’m sure about something,” he said, his voice softer now, but no less intense.

His words hung in the air, thick and heavy, and you felt heat creep up the back of your neck. You could've played it cool, thrown back a quip, but the way he was looking at you made your pulse skip in a way that was impossible to ignore.

His gaze dropped to your lips again—just for a second—but it was enough to send a fresh wave of heat curling through your body.

“C’mon,” he said suddenly, holding out a hand towards you. “You owe me a dance.”

You lifted a brow. “Do I?”

Jay shrugged, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Well, I did save you from Carl. Seems only fair.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t fight the smile that broke free as you slipped your hand into his. “Alright, Detective,” you quipped, “but only because you asked so nicely.”

His fingers curled around yours—firm, warm, just the right amount of possessive. And as he led you toward the dance floor, you realized something else: you didn’t want to let go.

The music shifted as you reached the edge of the dance floor—something slower, smoother, the kind of song that practically begged for two people to be just a little too close.

Exactly what you wanted.

Jay didn’t hesitate. His hand slid easily to your waist, fingers splayed warm and wide on the small of your back as he pulled you against him, close enough to send all your senses into a tizzy.

It had been hard until now, but this? Being so close to him that you could even count his eyelashes? It was devastating.

You couldn’t even recognize yourself, you’d never found yourself craving a man’s touch so badly, like you needed it to breathe, and in that moment you realized you’d only met the wrong people because, fuck, you were missing out.

“You good with this?” he murmured in your ear, his voice just for you. Low. Intimate. And there was something in the way he asked—like he cared, but also like he already knew your answer.

You nodded, hoping he didn’t feel the way your heart was beating against his chest. Your bodies began to sway in time to the slow music, like you’d done it a million times, like he wasn’t a stranger to you and you a stranger to him.

You didn’t know anything about the man, and he didn’t know anything about you, but you were so drawn to each other it almost drove you crazy.

As you engaged in small talk, you tried not to focus on how close he was—on how his thumb brushed against your back every time he shifted—but it was impossible. Especially when every slight movement seemed to make the space between you shrink.

He asked about you, what do you do for a job or in your free time, how old were you, how long have you known Kim, you asked about him and his life, and it was crazy how, even though you had known each other for literally a short time, you both felt comfortable talking to each other, joking and laughing when you both made terrible jokes.

“You’re really giving me a hard time,” he said, his fingers flexing on your hip.

You turned your head to meet his gaze, realizing how he was already looking at you. There wasn’t any trace of humor left, his eyes were staring at you, but they weren’t focused on yours exactly, they traveled along your face as if he was analyzing you, memorizing every feature and detail.

“Why?” You asked and his eyes flickered on your lips. He continued to caress your hip unconsciously, your bodies pressed against each other and with every slight movement you could feel the heat between you intensifying.

“Because I’m trying so hard to behave and be a gentleman but it’s getting really hard,” he answered softly, his voice raspy, his breath an inch from your lips. “And I hate not being in control.”

You stopped breathing for a second and a shiver ran down your spine. It would’ve been so easy to break that distance, it would’ve only taken a couple of inches and his mouth would’ve been on yours to finally satisfy that visceral attraction that was pulling you towards each other.

And you most likely would’ve let him do it if it hadn’t been for Kim who, with her usual perfect timing, had grabbed your arm, totally drunk and with a beaming smile.

“C’mon Y/n, we have to dance together!” she exclaimed loudly, jumping up and down with an enthusiasm you had never seen in her as she continued to pull on your arm without even leaving you room to protest.

Jay’s arm was still around your hip, though his grip wasn’t as firm as it had been before, and you hated to admit it, but you already missed that touch.

It seemed mutual because you felt him tense for a moment, his fingers reluctant to release their grip on you, as if he also hated the idea of letting you go. But eventually he did, slowly, the heat of his hand still burning through your dress and against your skin even after you’d pulled away.

“Don’t go too far,” he whispered in your ear, quiet enough to make it seem like a secret between the two of you.

And as Kim dragged you through the crowd to the beat of a more upbeat song, you turned to him and gave him one last look. Jay was still there, standing at the edge of the dance floor, his hands stuffed in his pockets, that intense gaze still fixed on you. He winked at you before you disappeared into the crowd and you almost tripped on your own feet.

Oh my fucking god.

Jay leaned against a wall, his hands still in his pockets, one foot placed in front of the other. In other moments he wouldn’t have waited to take another drink, but that night he wanted to be as sober as possible.

His gaze was fixed on the crowd of people dancing on the dance floor, but not on everyone, his eyes scanned the people only for one person in particular. He cursed those disco strobe lights because, in those dim lights, it was not easy to find you.

But when he finally did, his attention was focused only and solely on you, not on the music, not on the world around him.

You were laughing now, spinning with Kim on the dance floor, some strands of your hair coming out of your hairstyle as you moved to the music. He should’ve backed away. Hell, he’d spent years perfecting that skill, knowing when to pull back, where to avoid getting too close, perceive when there was danger. But with you? It wasn’t that easy.

It hadn’t been from the second he laid eyes on you, when he saw you enter the wedding venue with some of your friends.

He didn’t know what kind of witchcraft you had performed on him but he seemed to not be able to stop looking at you. His gaze tracked the curve of your smile and the movement of your lips as you sang along the song, the flush on your skin from the warmth of the room, and the way your dress hugged your figure just enough to make his thoughts stray somewhere they shouldn’t.

He told himself to get it together—to stop looking at you like a creepy stalker—but it was a losing battle, he seemed hypnotized.

And when you tipped your head back, laughing at something Kim said, Jay swore under his breath.

He was in trouble.

Because the truth was, it wasn’t just the way you looked—although you were one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen—it was the way you felt. Warm and soft against him when you danced, your hand fitting so easily in his. The way you leaned into his touch, like part of you wanted him closer, even when you were pretending otherwise.

It almost scared him how he found himself talking, laughing and joking so easily with a stranger he had just met.

But he wanted more of that. More of you.

And that realization hit him harder than it should’ve.

Jay exhaled slowly, willing the tension in his chest to ease. It didn’t work. Not when you turned your head as you kept dancing, scanning the room as if you were searching for something, or someone.

And when your eyes locked, his heart gave a sharp kick, one he didn’t truly expect. And the way you held his gaze? It did something to him.

Your lips curled into the faintest smile—small, almost shy—and damn if it didn’t make something twist low in his stomach. He should’ve been the one in control here, but with just one look, you had him pinned. And the worst part was that he didn’t mind.

Not even a little.

Your attention was caught again by one of your friends who pulled you towards her as you belted out the song in the background, breaking eye contact.

He tried to look away from you sometimes, focusing his attention on something else but it was as if his eyes were attracted to a magnet, you.

And maybe that was the problem.

He wasn’t supposed to feel this, wasn’t supposed to want someone he’d just met with this kind of heat and desire curling through his veins. But here he was, eyes on you, mind already running a dangerous path of wondering how you’d taste if he let himself get too close.

He was about to move—to do something, anything—but then Kim grabbed your hand again, spinning you around in a dizzy circle. Your laughter rang out, bright and carefree, while Jay just stood there against that wall.

He didn’t belong in this moment. Not really. A guy like him—weighted down by too much baggage, too many mistakes, a very dangerous job—had no business wanting you like this.

But God help him, he did.

When the song shifted to something louder and faster, you finally pulled back from Kim, breathless and glowing in a way that had no right to make his pulse pick up. Kim was already dragging Adam away, leaving you alone again, and for half a second, Jay thought this was his shot.

But then, just as quickly, you disappeared into the crowd.

And that shouldn’t have bothered him, but it did. More than it had any right to.

Jay exhaled, dragging a hand through his face. He told himself to play it cool, to just let it go, but the thing was, he didn’t want to let it go. Let you go.

And if he had anything to say about it, this night wasn’t ending until he found you again.

Jay pushed himself off the wall, his pulse thudding a little harder than he wanted to admit.

He wasn’t the type to chase after someone, not like this. But that night, he couldn’t seem to help himself. His eyes scanned the room, but the crowd was thicker now, people swaying to the music, bodies pressed too close.

You weren’t on the dance floor anymore. He knew that much. And the longer it took to find you, the harder it became to shake the restless feeling gnawing at the edges of his control.

Get a grip, Halstead.

He could’ve leave you alone. Should’ve, probably. But as he moved through the party he knew nothing would sit right until he saw you again.

And then, just when he started to think he’d lost you for good, he caught a sight of you through the open door leading to the balcony.

Jay hesitated, his hand curling into a fist at his side. He didn’t know what the hell he was doing, all he knew was that the moment he saw you again, his mind quieted. And maybe that was reason enough.

Without giving himself time to second-guess, he stepped outside.

You were leaning against the railing, your back to him, the cool night air brushing against your bare shoulders. He let himself take in the sight of you for just a second longer—how the city lights reflected off your skin, how you tilted your head back like you were finally catching your breath.

You were breathtaking. So fucking beautiful it hurt.

“Wasn’t sure if I’d get another chance to steal you away.”

You turned your head at the sound of his voice, and there it was again, that little smile. “Something tells me you love a good challenge Detective.”

He huffed a quiet laugh, nodding. “I feel like the reward will be worthy.”

He moved closer to you as he took off his jacket and placed it on your shoulders, leaving his hands there for a while as he let your scent engulf him. You then turned fully to face him and Jay didn’t miss the way your eyes roamed along his body, focusing for a moment on his chest, his arms, before looking back into his eyes.

“Oh so you really like me,” you joked, eyes still on him, slightly tilting your head but he couldn’t ignore the blush on your cheeks.

“Thought I made that pretty clear by now.”

And just like that, the tension stretched tight again, thicker this time but with the difference that nothing and no one would interrupt this time.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The distant thump of music spilled through the open door, but out here? It felt like the rest of the world had faded away.

He closed the distance between you, never taking his eyes off yours. He tried to pull away, but it was as if he physically couldn’t, as if he needed it.

“And here I thought you’d even left the party.”

“You’re hurting me so much tonight, I’m not that bad at hitting on you c’mon.”

You giggled and bit your bottom lip. He found himself suppressing a groan because, damn, he had never wanted anything so badly as he wanted to bite your lip.

“Well,” you batted your lashes, “you’re definitely making it hard for me to leave now,” your eyes flicked to his lips before returning to his and he told himself to calm down but, God help him, if you did that again he’d lose every ounce of control he had left.

“I guess you found a good reason to stay then,” his tongue flicked across his bottom lip and he couldn’t miss the way your gaze landed on his lips, again. The light was dim, not very bright, but he could see so clearly how dilated your pupils were and it drove him crazy, knowing you felt the same.

“Is that so?” You murmured. He leaned closer to you and placed his hands on the railing at either side of you, trapping you in his arms but not touching you. Your breathing quickened at the closeness, your lips parted slightly as if you needed air, and that was enough to make his pulse quicken and the heat in his blood spike.

“You’re here, aren’t you?” he taunted

You let out a quiet laugh, warm and soft, and something about the sound made his fingers itch to touch you again, so much so that he tightened his fingers around the cold metal of the railing.

You took his tie—which had been dangling between you—into your hands, and Jay seriously thought he was going to collapse at your feet at any moment. You hadn’t done anything too dramatic, but he felt like he was going to have an aneurysm. Just seeing your fingers caress the fabric of your tie, how you played with it while you continued to look at him, drove him crazy.

“I’m exactly where I want to be,” you repeated under your breath the words he had said a few hours earlier. His hands were gripping the railing so tightly his knuckles were completely white from trying to vent the frustration he felt.

His fingers inched closer and closer to you, until the sides of his thumbs were brushing against your dress. God, how much he wanted to grab you, hold you and touch you, every inch of your body until the ground disappeared beneath you.

You didn’t pull away, if anything, you shifted closer, your warmth seeping into his skin.

“What are you thinking about?” You asked when he remained silent, staring at you while you continued to play with his tie.

“I think,” he murmured, his thumb sweeping slow circles against your pelvis’ side, “you’re gonna be a problem for me.”

The tension cracked, sharp and electric, and neither of you moved, like you were both waiting to see who’d break first.

“Maybe I want to be,” you admitted quietly.

That was all he needed.

Jay didn’t overthink it, he just moved, closing the last bit of space between you. His hand slid to your waist and made you stand upright, as he tilted his head down, giving you plenty of time to pull back.

But you didn’t.

You stayed right there, your breath warm against his skin as your fingers curled into the front of his shirt.

“You’re making this impossible,” he said, his voice rougher now, low enough that only you could hear. His fingers flexed against your waist, dragging you closer without meaning to. Or maybe he did. He wasn’t sure anymore. “I’m trying so hard to be good, but—fuck.”

“But what?” you interrupted, your tone softer, breathier than before. His eyes snapped to yours, and the challenge in your gaze nearly broke him. “What happens if you stop trying?”

His breath hitched. Jesus Christ.

Jay let out a low, bitter laugh, because you weren’t making this any easier. And the worst part? You knew it. You knew exactly what you were doing to him.

“Do you really want me to answer that?” he asked, as his fingers trailed up, just slightly, brushing the curve of your ribs. It wasn’t a question. Not really.

Your lips parted, and for a second—just a second—he thought maybe you’d call his bluff. But instead, you tilted your head, eyes fixed on his mouth like you were imagining the same damn thing he was.

“I really, really do,” you murmured. And that was it. That was the crack in the dam.

His other hand came up before he could stop himself, fingers grazing along your jaw, tilting your face toward his as his nose brushed against yours. “You have no idea how much I want you right now,” he admitted, no more games, no more teasing. Just raw, unfiltered truth. His fingers brushed a strand of hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear. “I don’t even know you but you’re driving me crazy. You have to stop me.”

You didn’t flinch. Didn’t pull away. Instead, your lips curled into the faintest smile, bold, knowing, and it only fueled the fire already burning through his veins.

“The thing is, I don’t want you to stop,” you whispered, leaning in just enough for your breath to brush against his lips, “I don’t want you to be good or patient.”

The words punched through his last shred of restraint like they were designed to. And for a beat, all he could do was look at you—at the flush on your skin, the way your chest rose and fell a little too fast.

“Don’t say that unless you mean it,” he warned, though it came out rougher than he intended, his thumb brushing the edge of your jaw, slower than necessary.

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t,” you shot back, quiet but sure—so sure—and, fuck, he was done for.

He wanted to win that little silent race, to see you snap but the truth was that he had lost from the start, he had no chance of winning.

So, when he finally kissed you, it wasn’t an attempt.

It was slow, deliberate, like he wanted to memorize the way you tasted, in case it was the last time. The faintest hint of champagne lingered on your lips, but beneath it was something that made his heart slam harder against his ribs.

You kissed him back like you wanted this just as much as he did, your hands sliding up to the back of his neck, pulling him closer, deeper, making his jacket fall on the floor.

And Jay? He let himself fall into it. Into you.

Jay’s lips moved against yours, slow and thorough, but nothing about the way he touched you felt careful. His hands slid along your waist, fingers pressing into the curve of your hip, squeezing you like he was memorizing the shape of you. Every brush of his skin against yours sent sparks racing through your body, and the heat pooling low in your stomach only grew stronger with each passing second.

His palms flattened against your lower back, pulling you closer until there wasn’t a single inch of space left between your bodies, until you could feel how much he really wanted you. He was warm, solid—everywhere—and the way he held you made your breath hitch.

You tugged lightly on the back of his neck. The muscles beneath your fingers were tense, and a shudder ran through him as your nails scraped gently against his skin. His breath hitched in response, and something about knowing you could unravel him like this made the heat in your blood burn hotter.

“You’re killing me,” he muttered against your mouth, his voice rough and frayed at the edges. His lips brushed over yours again, lingering like he was savoring the taste of you. But his hands, God, his hands, were anything but patient.

His fingers traced a slow, deliberate path up your spine, skimming beneath the hem of your dress as he went. The warmth of his touch against your bare skin felt a sharp, delicious shiver curling through you, and when his hand settled at the small of your back again, his grip tightened, so possessive like he wanted to keep you exactly where you were.

And you wanted to stay there.

You wanted more.

Your body arched instinctively into his, and Jay swore softly under his breath, his hold on you turning rougher, like he was losing the battle to keep himself in check. His fingers flexed at your hip, sliding lower, almost touching your ass before skimming back up, as if he couldn’t decide where he wanted to touch you most.

And when your hand drifted from his neck to the front of his shirt, fingers curling into the soft fabric, you felt the sharp rise and fall of his chest beneath your palm. His heart was racing and the realization felt another jolt of heat spiraling through you.

“Jay,” you breathed against his mouth, in such an intense and desperate tone, as if you needed him and his distance hurt you, and his response was immediate. His lips crashed back onto yours with a hunger that stole your breath, and the slow, careful rhythm shattered beneath the weight of all that tension.

He kissed you harder now, deeper. His tongue swept along your lower lip, and when you opened up for him, he groaned softly, a low, desperate sound that made your knees go weak.

His hand slid higher, dragging up your side, fingers brushing the sensitive skin beneath your ribs. He didn’t stop there. He traced the outline of your body desperately, knuckles grazing the side of your breast before his palm flattened against your ribcage, holding you firmly against him.

“Is this okay?” He whispered against your lips.

“Yes, god, yes please Jay,” you whispered back and damn, if your breathy voice hadn’t completely destroyed him. He loved seeing you as desperate for him as he was for you.

He kissed you again. “You’re driving me insane,” he murmured against your lips, and there was no teasing left in his voice. Just raw need. “I can’t—If you want me to stop say it because I fucking can’t.”

The response to those words of his was the way you grabbed his face and crashed your lips onto his again. “I don't want you to stop.”

Whatever fragile restraint he’d been clinging to snapped completely.

Jay’s hands tightened on your waist as he backed you against the wall, pressing you there like he needed to feel every inch of you against him.

His lips left yours just long enough to trail down your jaw, his breath warm as it ghosted over your skin. He didn’t stop when he reached your neck. Instead, he tilted your head gently to the side, giving himself more access as he pressed open-mouthed kisses along the curve of your throat and making you sigh in pleasure.

And when his teeth graced that sensitive spot just below your ear, you couldn’t hold back the soft sound that escaped your lips.

Jay froze at the sound—just for a second to control himself before he’d come in his pants. He groaned low in his throat, his mouth returning to yours in a kiss that was rougher now, messier, hungrier. Like hearing you fall apart pushed him over the edge.

One arm was around your waist as he held you so tightly it was almost impossible to move, while the other hand slid down, fingers spreading wide across your thigh. His thumb brushed slow circles against the sensitive skin there, inching higher with every pass. “Tell me to stop, and I will, okay?” he repeated.

But the way he touched you, the way his mouth lingered on yours, made it painfully clear he didn’t want to stop.

And neither did you.

“If you stop now, I might actually lose my mind.”

He chuckled before kissing you again as you pulled him closer, tilting your head to deepen the kiss even further. Your hands cupped his face, his beard tickling your palms as he took your breath away completely.

He slid his hand up your thigh again, taking advantage of the slit of your dress to touch your skin, to squeeze it, to feel it, to press his fingers so deeply into it until they left their mark. He grabbed your leg and wrapped it around his waist, making his pelvis grind with yours and making you both moan into the kiss.

His lips trailed back down to your neck, licking and sucking every inch of skin he had access to. “I want you so fucking bad.” His breath was hot against your skin, and when he spoke again, his voice was nothing but a rough, desperate whisper.

“Oh my fucking god Jay,” you gasped, trying to keep your voice low as his hand slid on your ass, squeezing it until you almost moaned again. “I want you so much too… Please…”

His lips found yours again, a desperate, greedy kiss that only deepened the ache between you two. There was no hesitation, no slowing down. Every touch, every movement, felt like a need that couldn’t be contained. You could feel the heat rising between you, consuming both of you in a way that made everything else fade.

His hard dick pressed into you, and the pressure made your breath hitch, another moan escaping as you started to grind into him again. His mouth left yours only long enough to whisper your name, low, rough, like a command.

“God, I need to feel you,” he muttered against your skin, like he was about to break. His teeth grazed your ear before his lips closed around the sensitive spot just below it, and you couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped again. It only turned him on even more, his hands moving and exploring every inch of you, as though he couldn’t get enough.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders, his back, his chest, pulling him even closer, matching the urgency of his movements. You wanted to rip that shirt off of him, you wanted to feel his skin under your fingers, touch him everywhere.

His lips trailed down to the curve of your shoulder, sucking gently as the strap of your dress slid down. The sensation made you pulse race beyond imagination, and you found yourself tugging at his shirt, eager to feel more of him.

“Jay,” you breathed again, voice trembling, and you pulled his face back to yours, crashing your lips together with the kind of hunger that mirrored his own. The kiss was messy, full of heat and need, and you lost yourself in it. You bit his lower lip, sucking it and making him groan. And, fucking hell, the sound was so sexy you felt it directly in your lower regions.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck Y/n,” he muttered desperately. His fingers brushing over the lace of your underwear before slipping inside, feeling how wet you were. The contact was electric, and the sharp Moab you let out made his almost like in his pants. “Is this okay?” he murmured against your lips.

“Yes, shit… Oh… Oh god Jay you feel so good please don’t stop,” you moaned, your body moving on instinct, a desperate need for more, and the words only seemed to unravel him further.

There was no turning back now, and for once in your life, it felt like you were exactly where you were supposed to be.

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[dontmakemechooseanli]

There’s a conspiracy that goes around the Hunters Association. Xavier must have some secret bauble collection- there’s a long term bet going around about it and everything.

A couple Hunters have money on snow globes, others magnets, a few have some big bucks on shot glasses.

Why? Because no matter what- after every mission that is not strictly in the confides of Linkon City proper Xavier has to stop by a gift shop. No one ever sees what he buys but he always makes a point to go. When asked what got him up early- he usually just shrugs and says “had to grab something”.

No one bats an eye when Tara puts $50 on postcards. A couple of other Hunters were also in that camp and got excited because, other than you, Tara knew Xavier best.

And so when you move to a more permanent desk and start to hang postcards that suspiciously matched all the recent locations Xavier had been to on missions without you

Well

There was a near all out war.

It took a rookie (under the promise that YOU don’t bite) asking you about the postcards on your desk for it to end.

“Oh, these? My mission partner, Xavier, always gets me a postcard when he goes on a mission and I’m not there. Let me know if you need anything else, always here to help!”

The mystery was solved and Tara (and the “Postcard Truthers”) walked away with nearly $700.

You never did figure out why Tara was so keen on you hanging up your postcards in your new office or why so many people asked you about them. It’s a cute gesture and it makes Xavier blush every time he comes by to “relay very important Hunter business to my mission partner” (aka poor guy just wants a kiss)

I love this phone call and started cheesing so hard the first time I listened to it.

Quickest way to my heart?

Mail.

[demonic0angel]

DPxDC Pokémon Teams (click for clarity)

I looked at the poll, and while most people wanted spoilers, a lot of people also wanted only a little spoilers, so instead of the original 8 I was going to reveal, I revealed 4 Pokémon teams :D this will be the team’s final evolved forms, not the form they’re introduced in btw (Example: Chansey eventually evolves into a Blissey but in a future installment)

I also have a challenge for you guys! You’re not required to participate, but those who do can get a drawing from me of their fav Pokémon and DP/DC character (I will make it DPxDC if it’s only a DC character, but y’know.)

So the challenge is to answer 3 questions correctly. You can find the form to answer the questions here. Hints are in the cut below in this post :3 Have fun and good luck!

I got way too excited and just drew everything with my fingers…. The pain…. Especially bc I got my pen back today…

EXTREMELY LONG NOTES ON POKÉMON TEAMS I’M BEING FR:

+ Danny’s team consists of (Hisuian) Zorua, Dartrix, Gengar, and Froslass. Zorua and Gengar were caught by himself, while Dartrix was given to him as a Rowlet by a friend and Froslass was given to him by Frostbite :3

+ Jazz’s team consists of Sylveon, Blissey, and Aegislash. She got an Eevee from the Pokémon center as a starter and harassed the people there until they gave her an egg too. It opened into a Happiny, which she then evolved herself. She also caught a Honedge herself and it later evolved twice. The Marshadow occasionally follows her, but is never officially caught by her (and never will, prob. It's a reference to Shadow that I will explain later). She technically only has 3 Pokémon.

+ Dani's team consists of Mimikyu, Arcanine, and Gyarados. She found each of them while homeless and traveling. Mimikyu and Magikarp were picked up by her bc she pitied them, while Arcanine came as is, since it was a failed police dog and then abandoned. Magikarp eventually evolved.

+ Jason's team consists of Absol, Ceruledge, Volcarona, Drakloak (and a Dreepy), and Annihilape. All Pokémon but Absol were found during his training at the League of Assassins, or afterwards when he came to Gotham. Absol is the only Pokémon he has left from his childhood.

+ Danny's team was basically left unchanged for a while lmaooo. The only thing I did was add Rowlet, which is a reference to Spooky the owl.

+ Jazz is the same, I only added Honedge after a little more planning. At first, she was also supposed to have a Steelix (which would make her Pokémon team have 4) but I disliked how it looked in the drawing and it lowkey didn’t fit the vibes. In the end, I changed my mind again after using a choice picking wheel 💀 Honedge stayed due to storyline reasons.

+ Dani's did not change at all XD I was very satisfied with my choices for her.

+ Jason's team changed a LOT. Some stayed the entire time (like Ceruledge and Absol), but others were switched around a lot. At some point, he even had a Goodra, but I changed my mind several times. I've mentioned this before, but the DC teams were the hardest for me to make. The DP teams were relatively easy in comparison.

+ Danny's team is all ghost Pokémon, or will become ghost Pokémon. The reason why I chose Gengar and not any other Pokémon is bc Gengar is the first and only ghost Pokémon to be introduced in Gen I. The other three are there for thematic and story based reasons.

+ Jazz's team was originally all normal types until Sylveon evolved and she got a Honedge. She's weirdly and somewhat unintentionally powerful when you compare her to everyone else bc of the amount of dark and dragon type Pokémon I gave everyone. (Pseudo-legendaries, I both love you and curse you!) I do love how cutesy her team is. It's fun when you realize that she's also pretty well-balanced (that's on purpose :))

+ Dani's team was chosen solely on vibes and storylines. Also, I love the idea of a small girl having a cute Pokémon, a cool Pokémon, and a fucking behemoth of a sea serpent as a Pokémon.

+ The DC teams are all chosen with a specific pattern and as such, Jason's team reflects that. I switched it up several times but I'm satisfied now. I think the combination of both powerful but also thematically suitable Pokémon is really nice. He's got a pseudo-legendary and a semi-pseudo-legendary and I enjoy how his team is made of fire, ghost, and dark types. Quite spooky.

+ I want to write about Jason and Absol sooooo bad, but I'm trying my best to go in order slowly and work with what I got until I get bored again.

+ The Pokémon listed in each box are ordered from most used/seen to least used/let out of their Pokeball. Example: Jason lets Absol out or uses him the most, but Annihilape is usually kept inside of his Pokeball.

+ The Misdreavus pin that Jazz, Danny, and Dani all share is a logo for them being part of Team Phantom lmao. Misdreavus is the first fully ghost Pokémon to be introduced, hence why I chose it :3

+ Honedge was added to Jazz’s team to replace the usage of Marshadow (I planned her team for a while but never got to changing it until this year tbh), as well as to make up for weaknesses. What’s interesting about her team is that she counteracts a lot of her family’s and friends’ Pokémon teams due to her being a mix of fairy, normal, and ghost types with a bit of dark.

+ When I first discovered Marshadow, I was jumping for joy bc I was hoping to find a Pokémon that could replicate Shadow, an OC that I created to be Jazz's friend and helper. Marshadow was literally perfect for this! Associated with shadows, cute, and most importantly, able to copy others! But then my entire world came crashing down when I found out it was a Mythical Pokémon (which is accurate tbh but.... ☹️) I lowkey dislike it when characters are OP without explanations and I LOVE Jazz, which is why I glaze her so much, but a Mythical Pokémon would've just pissed me off bc no one else has one. So that's why it's there, but I don't consider it an official part of her team. It will help her on the occasion tho!

+ Within these teams, only 4 Pokémon will be evolving within the story: Rowlet -> Dartrix, Chansey -> Blissey, Honedge -> Doublade -> Aegislash, and Magikarp -> Gyarados. Jason's team came as is.

+ If you've seen how I color the characters a lot, you may be wondering why both Dani and Danny are blue instead of the usual green. That's bc I was imagining that when they went ghost, the blue would switch to green and black to white and vice versa. So in reality, the colors are actually the “opposite”.

+ You might not know this, but Dani is the only one with a water type Pokémon on her team in the DP world and it's freaking hilarious when you realize that almost everyone else is weak to fire in varying degrees. Cue shenanigans as everyone in the DP world chases her down for her Magikarp.

+ These Pokémon teams are still subject to a bit of change. As long as I don’t write it down in an AO3 fic, it’s free real estate for me to continue editing 💀

Hint for the questions! 1) It’s a single digit number, so less than 10, 2) It’s a specific girl group of 4-5 members, but very unconventional. Another hint bc it’s a little difficult, think of video games combined with music. 3) Look at Danny’s pants, specifically the shape lmaooo. Another hint, they performed at a very big event recently…. >:)

[burningcheese-merchant]

cmon burningcheese headcanon generator 3000. I know you got some more in there so SPIT IT OUT ALREADY!!!

Should I change my blog name to that, I wonder 🤔

Rough day today so I'm going to answer this particular ask in an attempt at self-soothing because BurningCheese makes me happy haha

For Valentine's Day, Burning Spice likes to show off his surprising way with words by writing Golden Cheese poetry. Even today, after knowing him for so long (and knowing he's not dumb, far from it), she still can't help but feel astonished by the silver tongue he hides in his mouth. He's been doing this since long before they ever got together (he started when she began tolerating him enough to allow him near her outside of their usual sparring sessions lol) and he's never missed a day. Even when she still hated him, she was never able to refuse (both because he knew to play to her love of gifts, and because he wouldn't leave her alone until she took the damn envelope lol)... Nowadays she almost acts like a schoolgirl with a crush, in how excited she is to see what he writes her next. She keeps them all safe in an everything-proof box and it's one of her favorite things to receive from him (like so haha)

Likes To Bite x Likes Being Bitten (and it goes both ways lol. GC just waits until they're alone to give him a nibble. He loves it so fucking much you have no idea)

BS's main love language is physical touch, which he gives GC in spades. A hand on her shoulder, an arm around her waist, grabbing her and yanking her away from whatever she's doing and into an inescapable hug, holding her in his lap, smothering her with kisses, adult fun time (wink wink)... He simply cannot keep his hands off of her, nor does he want to, nor will he ever. (this also extends to fighting. They still spar all the time, for fun. Old habits die hard)

BS is extremely clingy at bedtime, he will grab onto GC and fall asleep and not let her go no matter what (he won't wake up either, he sleeps like the dead... Unless she tries to get up to drink water or something, then he's awake and grumbling and fussing like a spoiled baby until she's back in his indestructible cage of an embrace)

GC doesn't like spicy food at all. She indulges BS when he wants her to try food from his homeland because that's what lovers do for each other (and she's too proud to chicken out), but... goodness, those people are insane. They think this amount of spice in a dish is acceptable??? BS just thinks it's really funny to watch her sputter and her face turn red when she eats a mouthful of vindaloo lol (although he secretly hopes that any children they have do not inherit her spice intolerance)

BS helps GC preen or otherwise tend to her wings when necessary. She used to ask her attendants to help, now he's the only one who's allowed to (they've come a long way since this haha)

They're both very jealous and not jealous at the same time, if that makes any sense. Neither doubts the other's loyalty or devotion, not one bit. Buuuuut alsooooooo they don't like when anyone else tries anything with the other lol. Someone even LOOKS at GC Like That and BS is either getting in their face to intimidate them or being overly touchy with GC to establish dominance lol. (GC usually doesn't need to step in if the reverse happens, BS will just tell other women to fuck off point-blank. But if they don't listen, then it's HER turn to be overly touchy to establish dominance lol. Also, lots of mean girl insults. That's what you get for trying something with her man)

BS proposed to GC on the same cliff where he tore up her wings. Very macabre and tasteless on the surface, admittedly, but he saw it as undoing the dark, unfortunate significance that place held. Making new, happy memories to replace the old, unhappy ones, ykwim? (She understood what was meant by them being there when it happened, she was actually very touched)

BS is GC's new throne. Being significantly smaller than him means she fits really snug in his lap. An extra throne was not built for him after they married because GC said that he's allowed to sit in hers and she'll just sit in his lap when he does lol

GC tastes rich and a bit salty; BS tastes very hot and spicy. His is actually the only spice she can tolerate (and thinks is delicious)

Something kid-related just because: GC named their son, BS named their daughter. But you probably could've guessed that on your own haha

[wbbpls]

Platonic Plus One?

For purposes of the story line I made people up but our Uconn girlies will still make appearances!

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Chapter 1

Paige and Azzi became best friends instantly. They met during USA basketball in high school and have been inseparable ever since. They easily mixed their friend groups and families, as if they’d always been in each other's lives. So when Azzi was asked to be a bridesmaid in her cousin Jessica's wedding, bringing Paige along was a no-brainer.

Jessica and her high school sweetheart Brandon were well-versed on all things Paige and Azzi at this point and weren’t shocked at Azzi asking Paige to be her plus one.

Storrs, CT

“Paigey please go with me? I don’t want to show up alone and if you don’t go I’m just going to be texting you the whole time.”

Paige pauses her game and places her controller down. “I don’t know Az. I don’t want to intrude. Like I know I’m not tight with Jess like that, but don’t you think I would have been invited if they wanted me?”

“Uh no because they gave me a plus one, which I’m sure my family knows means you. You have to remember his Mom has been weirdly involved in the planning and she’s more traditional about this stuff.”

Paige moved to sit at the edge of her bed with her feet dangling off the side. “So then wouldn’t they want you to bring like a real date?”

Azzi knows she got her title of people’s princess with her sweetness and innocence…so why not use it to her advantage? She moved to stand between Paige’s legs and rests her hands on Paige’s hips (in a very platonic way of course). “P c’mon please? For me? I just really don’t want to go alone and deal with commentary from my family.“

Paige looked down at Azzi’s big brown eyes and melted. The truth is, Paige would kill to be Azzi’s date. The issue is that Azzi is straight, so she shoved those feelings down a long time ago. Also, she isn’t asking Paige to be her date, just her friend to accompany her. “Yeah, okay, whatever, Az. Just tell me what to wear.”

Azzi wrapped her arms around Paige’s neck jumping up and down in excitement. “Yay thank you Paigey! We’re gonna have so much fun I promise.”

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KK and Caroline tag along for wedding shopping. KK stayed with Paige while Caroline and Azzi went to pick up her bridesmaid dress at another shop.

“Damn dude you lookin mighty fine.”

Paige is trying on a light blue suit, making her eyes pop, with the jacket being slightly oversized. Under the jacket is a black vest with a deep v at the top and showing skin at the bottom. Paige has always been comfortable showing skin and trying new styles, so here’s to hoping Azzi approves.

“You think? I’m feeling’ it forreal, but Azzi gotta like it too.”

“Ah yes the girlfriend stamp of approval.” KK says with a knowing smirk.

Paiges eyes bulge out of her head. “Bro what the hell! She could walk in at any minute.”

“Alright I’ll chill but how are you gonna do this for a whole week?”

“Do what? I’m just going with my best friend to a wedding”

“You mean doing what normally people in a relationship do?”

“You don’t think I thought about that?” Paige scream whispers. “But I can’t say no to her and I need to get over whatever I’ve been feeling so maybe a week hanging out as friends will be good.”

“Just don’t get yourself hurt P boogers.”

Paige just sighs and takes in KK’s words while looking at the suit. Suddenly she hears giggling that she’d recognize anywhere.

Caroline is the first to walk in talking about who knows what. “And then she was like—oh my god Paige you look so good!”

Paige smiles at them and notices Azzi just staring at her. “Thanks Car…uh Azzi what do you think?”

Azzi swallows hard. “Uh yeah no I mean great you look uh yeah good.“ Everyone looks at Azzi confused.

“Oh I mean if you don’t think it’s good I totally have some other options it’s cool really.”

Azzi shakes her head and moved forward quickly. “NO! I mean no it’s fine, really this is perfect. I was just uh caught off guard, it looks really good, P”

At this point Caroline and KK are eyeing each other understanding the complicated relationship of the girls in front of them. Paige has spent countless nights crying to KK, praying her and Azzi could be more. Caroline has tried to talk to Azzi about how different their relationship is. When Azzi pushes back, Caroline alwaya brings up the friends don’t get jealous of their friends hooking up with other people. Azzi always has a myriad of excuses of why those girls just aren’t good enough for Paige and changes the conversation.

“Cool cool…well uh I’ll go buy this then.” Paige says trying to hide her blush. She takes off the jacket and begins unbutton the blazer as she enters the changing room. Now Azzi is the one to get red. “No I’ll buy it! I’m the one making you go.”

Before Paige could protest Azzi was running to the front to buy the suit. The three girls left standing there stood in an awkward silence until Paige finished changing back into her normal clothes. Caroline joined Azzi at the front to make sure the flustered girl was okay.

When Paige exited the changing room KK gave her a knowing look. Paige rolled her eyes and started the gather her stuff and checked her phone.

“I mean that girlfriend approval amiright?” KK says as she wiggles her eyebrows.

“Girlfriend?” Azzi finally composed walked in on the last part of KK’s words and is unfortunately back to little composure. Was Paige talking to someone and she didn’t know? Did Paige send a picture of her outfit to some girl?

“What no? No one has a girlfriend she’s just playin.” Paige says with very little conviction.

“Yeah you know me always playin! But like if there was a girl that would be cool too right?” Paige elbows KK in the stomach to try to get her to shut up.

“Yeah that’s great, P. Can’t wait to hear all about her. Uh we should probably get going to beat traffic.” Azzi says with a shaky voice yet flashes Paige one of her signature smiles and walks towards the exit.

Paige can already tell this will easily be one of the longest weeks of her life.

[thestalkerbunny]

Stalky's Live Direct React

It's mainly regarding Pokemon Z-A cause that's all I DEEPLY AND CARNALLY CARE ABOUT but let's get French

New Trainer fits look cute; the male protag looks a LOT like Sycamore.

ALL THE CHIKORITA HATERS CAN FUCKING HUFF MY DUFF, MY GIRL IS BACK, NOBODY TOUCH ME, THIS FUNKY LITTLE MANDRAKE DINOSAUR IS HOME. EVERYONE SUCK IT HARD.

Why it look like he on an awkward lunch date?

Now a new game changing mechanic: PARKOUR AND FALL DAMAGE /j

Tf is you

TF is YOU?

Mega Evos are BACK Bay BEE

LOOK OUT ITS A WELL DRESSED FRENCH WHITE WOMAN (With insignia possible new team boss?)

I HAVE FOUND THE WEIRD OLD MAN I WILL BE HYPERFIXATING OVER, EVERYONE ELSE MAY LEAVE, ME AND THIS WEIRDO NEED TO BE ALONE.

Wait....Wait is that the fucking GIANT from the last game.....

Oh my God it fucking is, That's AZ.

Someone getcha dog off the damn roof.

Hottest take-I think the overall theme is going to be Progress Vs. Nature. Much like the Art movement of Art Deco Vs Art Nouveau; human design compared to natural design. As seen in the Z and A logo Straight rigid lines vs organic curves.

NOTHING LIKE CHATTING WITH YOUR HOLOGRAM SON.

Ah I love the scent of french trash in the air.

One of these things is not like the other-one of these things is ANCIENT.

Ah that's who you is.

GOD HE'S SO FREAKISHLY TALL-FUCKING CROTCH HEIGHT TO HIM. Also HIGHLY cool choice to show him with a knee brace and a cane because in recorded history and science-WE ARE NOT MEANT TO BE THAT TALL and people who do reach that height often need disability aids to help.

We gotta get her. She's a fucking CEO.

I love that he just....has a hotel now. He's got old classic hotel vibes. Honestly-I really like it because if there's one thing I DONT like in design is ultra modernism where it's minimal with no colors or patterns. It actually irks me the heck off-I get pissed off walking into an apple store.

Fucking gated communities.

Ah...I don't think we'll be exploring the rest of Kalos and be primarily centered within the city itself. A tad bit disappointing, I was looking forward to returning to Laverre City to see what happened to the charcoal remains I left when I went there in XY and BURNT EVERYTHING TO ASH

New game feature: YOU ARE NOW IN THE ATTACK RANGE, FUCKING BRACE YOURSELF IDIOT.

THIS. THIS IS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT FUCKING COMPANIES WITH FUCKING MINIMALIST DESIGN AND LOGOS AND SHIT PISS ME THE HELL RIGHT OFF.

DETECTIVE? D--DETECTIVE?!??! -frantically climbs over chair- DETECTIVE??!?!?!?!?

GET YOUR CRINGE ASS WORM OFF THE ROOF

Ah I love when Pokemon comes out around my birthday. It makes me feel so SPECIAL like it's a unique little treat just for me.

I'm honestly rather excited, Having the entire game take place in a contained singular city is a new angle. We're very used to being thrown willy nilly out into the wild to rough it between god and sheer luck. But now it's Urban Exploration. Which I think can be a strong idea on how FAR Lumiose city has developed since we long last saw it.

[borkunlimited]

Take Your Time, Miss Deer (Sylus x Reader) - Ch. 6

In a tailor shop tucked in the calmer side of the N109 zone is a little room where all clothes of many different designs come together under the delicate hands of an unassuming deer living in the den of all sorts of beasts and sitting on them is the dragon who wears your clothes.

Your many interactions with Skye, Mr. Sylus’ messenger or-

-Sylus is waiting for you to finally figure out he is playing his own messenger.

A Deer Hybrid! Reader x Dragon Hybrid! Sylus Fic

Tags: Sylus x Reader, Hybrid AU, Suggestive Themes, Fluff, Angst, Predator/Prey, Sexual Harassment

Trigger Warning: Sexual Harassment

Chapter Summary: A horn, a tail, and canines so sharp. He will wear the title of monster gladly if it means not one cut will bloom in your skin.

Author's Note: Just a dragon and a deer having a little adventure. I had so much fun building the world in this AU! As always, I want to thank everyone for their kind support~ A few more chapters (+ an epilogue, of course!)

Enjoy!

AO3

Ch. 1 / Ch. 2 / Ch. 3 / Ch.4 / Ch. 5 / Ch. 6

6: My Dearest, Sincere

Daisy perched on the railing of the steps of your shop, wearing a little straw hat tied around its neck in a perfect red bow, his optics adjusting on each hybrid passing by your shop who did a double take at you before quickly walking away or returning your wave with a weak one.

You didn’t pay attention to their reactions much, your excitement superseding everything because you have been looking forward to this day ever since.

A red circle marked today’s date in your calendar, the numbers printed on the museum ticket that arrived inside a black envelope handed over to you by Skye, a gift from Mr. Sylus who thought you needed a break after hearing what happened, a little adventure outside the N109 zone accompanied with a small reminder.

The red gemstone in the brooch Mr. Sylus gifted to you shines brightly on your chest, wearing it as he instructed every time you go outside. You put on your best clothes today and in your head, a matching hat similar to Daisy’s.

There is a quiet hope that he will also come along today but you know he doesn’t have any reason to do so and you already surrendered to the fact that he will always stay elusive, distant but watchful.

Perhaps Skye is right, his boss is indeed a very private man but even so, he conveyed his fondness to you in his own unique way.

Is he lonely?

Does he also have bad days as well?

Is he taking care of himself?

Your thoughts were cut short when Daisy let out a caw and you smiled when you watched it perch on the shoulder of the person who will bring you to the museum today.

“Good morning, Skye,” you greeted him, your boots clicking on the little stairway of your shop that also served as your home, skipping every other step while you made your way towards him.

His sweetheart, always so adorable.

Sylus took a few strides from his car to meet you at the bottom, taking a closer look at you. Your attire is quite different from your usual work clothes, your hair tied in a neat french braid and he smiled in approval when he saw you wearing the brooch.

Just a quick measure especially now there are too many people for his liking whose eyes lingered for too long on his precious deer.

“There’s my girl,” he greeted you back and he lifted you up effortlessly, spinning you around.

A small, surprised yelp escaped your lips, clearly not expecting him to do that and you buried your face on his hair, a reflex, to hide the blush that bloomed on your face and you accidentally took in the scent of petrichor with faint notes of expensive tobacco, gunpowder, and burnt pinewood.

A strange combination of fragrance synonymous to safety.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to,” you said when he put you down and he held your waist gently, a quiet reassurance when he noticed you shifting back and forth anxiously.

“I don’t mind, sweetheart,” Sylus chuckled and he raised his brow when he noticed you trying to peek behind him, as if checking if there are other passengers inside the car.

“Looking for someone, miss seamstress?”

“Oh, I was just wondering if-”, you fiddled with your right sleeve, biting your lip while you avoided his gaze.

“Wondering if?”, he encouraged gently, a small smirk on his face. 

The curious gaze, the hint of anticipation in your eyes. He had seen this expression too many times, his deer always looking forward to the day she would finally meet the elusive ‘Mr. Sylus’.

As always, all of his patience is reserved only for you, waiting for his favorite tailor to piece it all together.

And maybe, a piece of him is hoping this little charade will last long. You are the only person he sees looking for him without any hint of selfishness, just genuine intentions of hoping to thank him for everything and yet, you have already returned everything back to him tenfold, even when there is nothing you need to do, even when there is nothing to repay.

“If Mr. Sylus tagged along?”, you finished your question quietly, your sheepish smile hidden behind your hat while you looked up at him.

Perhaps he also takes pride when you look for his real identity, a constant reassurance to him that even if you don’t know the face of your benefactor, you still want to get to know him better.

“No, I am afraid not, sweetie,” Sylus replied, pinching your cheek, “It is just me and you today if that’s alright.”

Your deer ears drooped slightly at his answer but you don’t want Skye to think that you don’t like his company, in fact, you do enjoy it and you are hoping to thank Mr. Sylus not just for his presents this time but for allowing Skye to stay longer every time he comes over.

“I don’t mind,” you replied cheerfully, “You’re my favorite visitor after all.”

“Is that so?”

“Very much so.”

“Maybe I should visit more often. I wouldn’t want to lose that spot to someone else, little doe.”

“Mr. Sylus wouldn’t mind?”, you asked, your tail wagging slightly at the thought. Does that mean he will come over everyday? It must be too much to fit in his schedule, especially since you heard from the twins that Mr. Sylus can be very demanding.

“He’ll be very pleased that someone’s looking after his favorite tailor, sweetie,” Sylus answered, tapping your nose, “He knows how fond I am of you as well.”

He wouldn’t deny that he has multiple meetings, negotiations, and auctions he has to attend but even then, he will always make time to be Miss Deer’s second assistant because it looks like he wouldn’t be able to take away the title of first assistant from Mephisto anytime soon.

“Ready to go, miss seamstress?”

“Can Daisy sit with me in front?”

Mephisto let out a beep, certainly pleased, and Sylus rolled his eyes, fully understanding that the bird was holding it over his head and acting like an indoor pet bird when around you.

But with you sitting on his passenger seat holding a basket lined with white cloth for Mephisto to rest? He will let it pass. 

How is it that all the henchmen he sent to you become so docile?

Not like he minds, not when he sees his crow already made itself comfortable on your lap, preening itself.

Now he wonders when it's his turn.

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Linkon City is one of the few cities in the country that allows hybrids and humans to mingle together.

Still,  a crowd is certainly not something you are used to after residing in the N109 zone for a while. There are too many noises and you have become more used to the hum of the sewing machines, the sound of the fabric scissors cutting through the cloth, and the distant gunfight muffled by the thick walls of your shop that unfamiliar and sudden noises tend to overwhelm you easily.

You held on Skye’s sleeve before you stepped inside the museum, hiding behind his back and Daisy, always quick to sense your discomfort, nestled itself on the crook of your neck.

“Feeling a bit spooked, sweetie?”, he asked softly, his tail wrapping itself loosely around your waist and pulling you closer.

Even then, he waited for your reply, your eyes switching back and forth between him while the small crowd dispersed around you. You glanced up to him with a small smile, a silent request, to give you a few minutes to take in everything around you.

“I just need a moment, please.”

“We are in no rush, little doe, take all the time you need.”

As always, Sylus complied with your request, his gaze trained at your hand on the cuff of his sleeve that acted as your anchor on your new surroundings.

He can sense the cautious looks mixed with curiosity directed to him and you both by humans and hybrids passing by but he pays them no mind as long as they do not pose a threat. To you.

With his imposing height, your petite frame, and the sharp contrast of your species, everyone is likely to assume you are coerce in this meeting by him but people who take a closer look will realize that this rare hybrid-

-Is as obedient as a housepup, his crimson eyes only trained to you when you pulled on the cuff of his sleeve gently, a signal you are ready to explore the large halls with a new found confidence.

Should you go to the main hall first?

Or take a look at the paintings?

Perhaps the tapestries?

It has been so long since you stepped on a place such as this that you realize you may have been dragging Skye around.

“Oh I am sorry,” you said, suddenly letting go of his cuff much to his disapproval, “I did not ask where you wanted to go first.”

“Didn’t Mr. Sylus said today’s your day? Go wherever you want, little doe.”

“But I want you to enjoy it as well.”

“I am already having a good time, sweetheart,” he replied, playfully tweaking the brim of your hat then fixing it, making sure the ribbon under your chin is secured.

“Oh, don’t you make a unique pair?”, a voice behind Sylus back commented cheerfully and you immediately hid behind his back when he turned to check the person who spoke up.

A young rabbit hybrid stood in front of you, clearly someone working here in the museum based on her name plate, offering you a map to the museum. There is no hint of judgment in her gaze while she waits for either of you to take the brochure from her.

She opened the map, pointing at a specific area further inside the museum, “Here. People usually go here when they are on dates.”

Date?

You looked up at Skye who did not bother to correct the staff, thanking her and studying the map after she bidding you both to have fun and then walking away.

“Can I also take a look please?,” you asked, tugging his sleeve for him to bend down slightly and he immediately complied, letting you view the details of the brochure and making sure you don’t have to stand on your tiptoes.

“Anything you want to see first, sweetie?”

“They all sound interesting. I want to see all of them.”

“Same here but we can’t start exploring just yet, miss seamstress. Where do you want to start?”

Your brows furrowed slightly, a small thoughtful hum escaping your lips, and he playfully tapped the crease between your brows, amused at the fact how you are indeed weighing your options while Mephisto tilted its head in beat with you.

“How about this one?”, you asked, pointing at the room displaying a series of paintings from an obscure artist.

He nodded, “Good choice, little doe.”

If you walk, he will follow. If you stop, he will halt. With you leading the way, your footsteps will be replaced with his, tracing the same path his deer left just for him but today, there will be not one set of footsteps but two when you hold the other end of the brochure he had in his hand while both of you walk side by side.

For a brief moment, his fingers brushed against yours.

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When night comes, what fairy tales do every human and hybrid tell to their children before they tuck them to sleep?

The lullaby of the music box plays in the background of the small room you have, in the humble two story house your father managed to purchase with his savings to build a tailor shop in the Bloomshore District.

It was during those years when the humans on the top are kinder, determined to erase the lines all of your ancestors collectively have set over the years but with change comes resistance and grand plans of building cities become smaller and smaller and out of it came a little portion of Bloomshore District, empty because of its close distance from the industrial zones.

It was home and it was yours.

Every night, your father will leave his work downstairs, taking a break from sewing together uniforms for employees working in the factories nearby and each step creak, on his hand the first picture book you bought from a second hand bookstore and his other hand helping you climb the stairs.

It was always his soft voice who put you to bed while you watched the little dragon figurine frolic on the field of red wildflowers, in a world where it is neither the hero nor the villain.

“Are all dragons born bad?”

It was the same question you asked him, confused why it is always the nameless dragon who is given the role of the villain, the one who is always slain at the end and their death celebrated. Savage beasts who only know how to take and with every place they arrive, they leave a trail of black snow.

They should be punished, the knight of every story always proclaimed, pointing his blade at the chest of the dragon smiling with its pointed teeth in the picture.

“I don't think anyone is born bad, twig.”

He always let out a sigh, seemingly amused at your question and he always give you the same answer before pressing a kiss on your forehead, reminding you to sleep or else you would not grow taller, even if you try to point your ears up or add more tree branches on your antlers and the day ends when he closes the door behind him, his exit punctuated with the lullaby coming to an end.

You always forget to ask him why people said otherwise.

“Skye, I am sorry,” you said quietly, looking up at the dragon hybrid whose expression remained neutral while he gazed at the large painting in front of you.

Dragons are born with sin. 

Dragons should not have friends.

Dragons are liars, nothing good comes out of their mouth.

It is the same lines repeated even by his fellow hybrids and in the crowd that part ways when they recognize what he is, it serves as a cruel reminder that he will always be alone in the long and winding path that looms ahead of him.

How many times did Sylus see these drawings in books he had read when he was young? Even his fingers and toes are not enough to count the instances where someone plunges anything sharp right through the dragon’s chest.

“You have nothing to apologize for, sweetie,” he spoke, his gaze softening when he turned to look at your ears drooping, guilty. Both you and him did not expect one of the paintings would have a subject such as this and even when he looked away, it was always the truth, a fact of this world.

He will always remain as it is, a fiend.

“I should have chosen a different exhibit for us to see,” you replied quietly, and his tail wrapped around your waist.

“I’m fine, miss seamstress. A simple picture is not enough to hurt me,” he chuckled, and inside the four corners of this wide, wide, room, he can only hear the small rustle of your clothes as you shuffled closer next to him, offering small comfort.

He has seen these images too many times, in reality and in dreams, but here you are, treating him as if he shouldn’t be stained with violence when he already is, that it is true, he is indeed a selfish dragon sitting on his hoard and even then, it is not enough.

All the shiny trinkets in the world but there is no material thing that could ever fill the already gaping hole left by nameless people who hated his kind.

He had convinced himself that he would remain that way, fractured and fragmented, held together by sheer determination and strength. Even then, there are pieces that slipped through the gaps, never to be found, forever lost.

But, that was before.

“Maybe the dragon did not die, Skye,” you decided to venture further, your eyes trained at the painting, “Maybe it flew far away after that.”

And then, someone picks up a thread and a needle, slowly, carefully, mending them.

You.

You with the dearest voice, with the gentlest of hands, with the scent of cotton and wildflowers enough to sooth the pain of wounds from years past.

“Perhaps. Maybe he managed to find someone to stitch his wounds together, little doe.”

“Well, he certainly does need help. I don’t think he can hold a needle and thread with such large claws.”

“You’re right. His claws are better suited for holding treasures.”

“Or protecting the people he loves,” you smiled at him, the two of you walking away from the painting and moving to another one.

Now that sounds like something a hero would do, not a villain and Sylus is more than aware he will never be one, the thought is almost amusing. He too once held a cardboard sword thinking he can also venture to the tower the princess is locked away but those are childhood follies, delusions.

No, he will never be one.

Yet, there is a glimmer of hope, small but enduring, shielded with both of your hands from the smallest gust of wind.

Maybe, maybe, you are right, the dragon had fled away, away from everything until he met a deer who led him deeper, deeper in the woods to rest while her forest friends looked on.

The uncaring world will continue to march on but his wounds will close, his scars will fade, and in the hidden grove of red wildflowers where it is just you and him, he has discovered that not all dragons are fated to live inside towers of iron and stone.

If the time comes that his precious deer, the caretaker of this little paradise, would be harmed then-

For your sake, he will be as monstrous as you need him to be.

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In this small enclosure, your heartbeats sing in a steady rhythm, a slow and gentle melody. Sylus had always compared it to a lullaby, a melody you can only find on old music boxes in antique stores tucked far from the city centers and only if you listen closely. A melody no one would be able to replicate, uniquely yours.

Small and soft, a faint humming, but he is beginning to think he has been gifted with sharp senses so that he can always spot you in a dense and loud crowd.

The wreath of flowers he is weaving together in his hands is almost complete and Sylus gazed at you in amusement, your eyes closed and your hands folded on your lap.

The little glasshouse you and Sylus entered isolated you further from the rest. Every person who will step inside will not find any plants of interest, the blooms kept are of common variety, plain but these are not the reason why this place is here.

Various butterflies of different colors fluttered around you and you told him of your plan on staying still ahead, attempting to attract as many of these little creatures as you can because you want you and him to make friends with them so he also played along.

Little insects slowly make their way to you, some rest their wings on the tips of your antlers and a butterfly sharing the color of your eyes landed on your bandaged finger, the movement of its wing barely even making a sound in the already quiet sanctuary.

He supposed he should give his thanks to that young rabbit hybrid who pointed you two to this area isolated from the main building of the museum, and he hummed a low tune, stealing a glance to check if your eyes are still closed before fastening the red ribbon you have gifted to him in the wreath he just completed.

A little hint that you will only find out before you call it a night or, maybe the morning after.

“They seem to like you, sweetie,” he spoke softly, making sure to not scare your nameless friends.

You opened your eyes slowly to see for yourself and you smiled, moving your finger closer to look at the butterfly then peering at the white butterfly with crimson spots that made itself comfortable on his shoulder, a stark difference against the black leather of his jacket.

“Look, Skye. You have a little friend.”

“So I do but I believe they are more fond of you than they are of me.”

“They are just shy. I’ll introduce you and your friend to them,” you said softly, a quiet whisper, moving your hand slowly to move the butterfly on your finger so it can sit beside his nameless companion on his shoulder, “See, now, you have two.”

And they make a pretty pair.

“Well would you look at that, sweetheart,” he chuckled quietly, not wanting to disturb the butterflies you are transferring to him one by one, “It seems my entourage grows.”

Nameless friends.

Sylus is more than aware the lives of these creatures are fleeting, they do not have enough time to realize the differences in their colors and sizes while they dance together among the array of common blooms, a kaleidoscope rotating endlessly, different beings flowing into one stream of consciousness.

He let the first butterfly rest on his finger, bringing it close to his lips and even then, the words he had whispered are barely a gust to the little being.

“What did you tell our friend, Skye?”, you asked, a soft giggle escaping your lips when he let it rest on the tip of your nose.

Among the rows of blooms bursting with colors, the brightest flower stood out of all them.

Delicate.

Soft.

The closest you have to having thorns are your antlers that reminded him of branches of a mighty tree.

Must the strong always have sharp teeth and claws? No, Sylus disagrees. Strength comes in various forms and you, the deer who found comfort among the beasts shunned by their fell ow kind, is one of the few who dared to look past such loathsome faces they have.

“I told our new friend that it is lucky to be sitting on the most beautiful flower in the greenhouse,” he answered, reaching out to twirl a lock of your hair and gazing at the wings of the creature who had already made itself comfortable, fulfilling a small favor from him.

Of course, with beauty comes recognition and with the wreath of flowers held together by the ribbon you both created, he crowned you with blossoms of various shades of yellow, vibrant as the sun, and he will forever remember their scent mixed against yours that haunt him even in his dreams. 

Even when you have never stepped foot in the base and much along his bed, the faint aroma of springtime lingered at the empty side of his bed he had reserved just for you.

A blush bloomed on your cheeks upon his compliment, red as the spots of his first friend, and you stifled a soft laugh, your body trembling while you moved your eyes back and forth from him to your side.

Your affections for him has changed ever since that day when he wrapped the red bandage on your finger, the warmth of his tongue lingered on your fingertip and even when you are fully aware of your differences, you also wished during the lull of the quiet nights that you don’t want this to be folly, a passing fancy, just a temporary reprieve before you found someone of the same species.

You slowly reach up to him, letting one of the butterflies perching on one of the bases of his horns crawl on your finger, and you bring it close to you.

He watched your lips part while you mumbled softly to the little being and its paper thin wings before you let it go, watching it join the others.

“What did you tell that one, sweetie?”

“I told it that it is very fortunate to be friends with the kindest dragon I’ve met.”

He averted his gaze from you, chuckling softly, and you tilt your head when his fingers reach out to play with your pinky with his ears tinged red.

Certainly a word you would never describe a repulsive beast.

“You don’t believe me, Skye?”

“I am not a very good dragon that you think I am, miss seamstress.”

“But bad dragons don’t fix wounds and kiss them, do they?”

“Moments of kindness should not be mistaken as a change in character, sweetie,” he chuckled softly, the sound a cover for the thin layer of sadness hidden beneath a despicable casing that is him.

You hummed in thought, your eyes quietly studying his face and the corner of his lips lifted in a soft smirk under your curious gaze. Quietly, you reached out for one of the flowers both of you picked on the way and carried here using the underside of your hat.

“Can you come closer for me, Skye?”, you asked.

“Like this, little doe?”, he said, leaning closer without any hesitation and your hand brushed against his horn, tying the yellow blossom together with the good luck ribbon he always wears.

A small whimper almost escapes his lips upon your gentle touch, the top of his head pressing against your hand for more of it.

“I will try to put more flowers and ribbons on you then, Skye, until you finally believe that you are a good and friendly dragon,” you smiled, shifting through the stems of the array of blooms and picking those you think would suit him nicely, tucking them in his hair.

Tell him, tell him that he isn't a monster and he will believe every word you will say.

He chuckled softly, “Even if I am, do you think people would see the same as you do, sweetheart?”

“I’ll make as many ribbons as I can for you then.”

“Are you trying to turn me into a living, walking present, little doe?”

“But you are already one, Skye. You’re the best gift Mr. Sylus gave to me,” you replied, as if it is an absolute truth, a sincere declaration and his eyes widened for a fraction of a second then softened.

“More than the hairpins that he gave to you?”

“More than them, yes.”

“More than your favorite vinyl records he sent you?”

“You can sing them for me anyways."

“You’re such a strange little deer, miss seamstress,” he commented, laughing in amusement and you tilt your head at how his ears are redder than earlier, his smirk faltering to a lopsided smile.

“Will wearing a bow on your tail make you feel better if I wear one as well, Skye?”, you asked, your hand brushing against the soft petals tucked on the strands of his hair.

The image was almost whimsical, but both of you made an unlikely pair. In the thin line that divides your kind, both of you are mirror images, the same but not quite.

“I suppose I’ll have to follow suit, won’t I?”, he replied playfully, then poking your cheek, “It’s only fair.”

Having a bow on his powerful tail will be an amusing sight, you wearing one certainly does have appeal and as he follows you closely while you leave the small greenhouse, his eyes lingered on your tail swaying and he can only picture the perfect ribbon that would compliment you the best.

Although, he wouldn’t mind pulling it off as much as he looks forward to putting one on you when the time comes.

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Everyone looks after each other in the small community of all hybrids back at the small corner of Bloomshore District.

The sheep hybrid lady with her canine hybrid husband, their two children, Simon and their daughter, who bakes the perfect strawberry shortcake. A yearly treat you always look forward to, the package familiar.

The elderly owl hybrid that runs the clinic, the one who always reminds you to take your morning walks after your father’s check-ups.

The fruits and vegetable stall ran by a rabbit hybrid who gives you a playful wink every time she slips in an extra apple on your bag, her thanks to you for fixing her apron.

The raccoon hybrid and her group of panda bear hybrid friends who play baseball at the empty lot, their jerseys you put together with their numbers.

It was a small area the government allowed hybrids to settle in but even then, they are selective to who they will let in, hybrids they believe are harmless and they all want you to follow one rule:

Do not help your other kind.

You were your father’s assistant back then and both of you have tailored clothes for hybrids and humans. All of your customers were kind, every person who entered the shop courteous with an exception.

Humans who claimed they are looking after you.

They are always the last people to enter your shop every end of the week. They don’t ask for money or anything at all but you and your father kept your head low.

Even then, averting your gaze does not mean the onlooker will do the same.

Your tail stroked. Your ears tugged. Your antlers pulled. The touches laced with malicious fascination.

That human sees you as an animal in a petting zoo.

Perhaps, it was a twisted fascination towards your kind, an exotic catch, fresh meat, and everything culminated when the advances had become too much.

It was that same human everyday and you have paid the price in full when you decided you had enough. A cry for help, small but audible, and that small baseball team who loves hanging around your shop did not hesitate to hold him down.

Your father did not forget the look that human is wearing who did not even struggle against the hold of the tallest panda bear hybrid child.

A victorious smirk. 

There was barely enough time to gather up your belongings when the fire happened.

A few of your finished works and personal items, the rest you watched turned ash outside the place your father had built when he was allowed to settle in this district while you were still a toddler.

You held the music box closed to your chest, your eyes unable to tear away at your home where all your hopes and dreams had taken root, bloomed, and finally, crushed. 

Your father watched the young Simon back then and his much younger sister put a blanket over you, whispered a few words and then slowly stepped away to give you space.

He will remember the looks of your hybrid neighbors, silent anger mixed with fear while they part to give way to the cause of everything.

“I just think you are cute, you know? Maybe this time you will learn how to put up with it now everything’s gone.”

Did I make the wrong decision? 

He asked himself back then but the question is maybe more to your mother who had left you both too early. He had witnessed everything, heard every word that human whispered to you and among the silent mumbles of kindly neighbors, they all pointed to the most unlikely place that could possibly be your new home. 

There will always be a price in every bargain struck. 

His beautiful daughter, always reserved, and your father will be your voice to your talents and if he needs to face the most dangerous hybrid just so you can continue your work, then so be it.

Better in the company of beasts than men.

It was your father’s love for you and his promise to your mother that gave him courage to face Sylus and ask for capital. The double doors inside Sylus’ estate in the N109 zone is an iron gate and ahead is a young dragon who had hoarded everything and more.

He wore his best suit that day and he was not just a proud father but a businessman who knows his wares. Never did he falter under Sylus’ gaze and when the dragon hybrid agreed, he only let out a sigh of relief once he stepped out of the dragon’s home.

Your father may have skipped on his way back to you in your temporary home. Happy, grateful, and hopeful. 

The smile on your face returned when you opened the door to your new studio and he didn’t stop you when you immediately went to work on your commission, dedicated to the first request that will eventually bring in more clients and the proud owner of that suit is no other than-

Sylus.

From there, an unlikely relationship bloomed and your father, an audience sitting in the front row.

It was around evening when Sylus returned to your shop, carrying you in his arms. You were already fast asleep, your head against the dragon hybrid’s chest and dangling on Sylus’ arms are paper bags containing souvenirs from the museum he took you earlier.

Where do you even get this courage? Your father will never know but he is sure your mother would be thoroughly amused to see her daughter all cozy against a predator hybrid.

“Mr. Sylus!”, your father immediately stood up and made his way to him, “My apologies. My daughter did not mean to impose.”

He was about to take you from the dragon hybrid’s arms but Sylus only shook his head, amused and he noticed how Sylus’ gaze at you fondly when you mumbled something in your sleep.

“There’s no need to apologize. She’s just exhausted from walking. Fell asleep on our way back,” Sylus replied, holding you tighter and you instinctively seemed to seek warmth from him, burying your face further, “Let me bring her to her room.”

If you are an odd deer then Sylus is certainly the same, an odd dragon.

There is no mistaking it.

This is the gaze of a man hopelessly head over heels for you.

“Second room from your left, Mr. Sylus,” your father politely answered, “The fifth step creaks. Might wake her up.”

Sylus gave your father a polite smile, passing by him and making his way upstairs with you. 

For a body large and powerful, he moved with a certain tenderness, not wanting to startle you. His steps are quiet, your quiet breathing the only sound he can hear. It took him to reach your room but for Sylus, it is certainly longer, much longer than the distance you both took to explore the museum.

He knew this little adventure would come to an end, that he must return his precious deer to her grove eventually but he refused to move just yet from your side after he laid you down on your bed.

Call it greed, but after having a taste of a sliver of his many wishes, he is now fervently asking for more chances of bringing you to bed and maybe, just maybe, the bed would not just dip with your weight alone when the time comes.

With the crown of flowers on your head, it is as if you are a princess waiting for your knight to wake you up.

Unfortunately, the knights are too afraid to even come close to the dragon’s most precious treasure.

Why would you need a knight when you already have a terrifying monster who doesn’t need a sword to pierce the heart of any person who would hurt you? 

Sylus sets down the bags of souvenirs you brought with him and he slowly pulls out the newest trinkets that would bring more color to your room. 

A wind-up dragon that he set beside your music box, the horns you said reminded you of his.

A deer plushie with a red ribbon tied around its neck that he set beside you, a stuffed animal you playfully voiced over with a high pitch voice and with its snout, you pecked Sylus’ cheek.

A crow plushie with a white collar around its neck that he set at your other side, the object of Mephisto’s glares back at the shop when Sylus joked about it being its replacement.

With your new gifts, your room overflows with more trinkets that he has brought just for you.

Sylus has never set foot inside your room before but he recognized it based on the photos and records Mephisto has brought to him. 

It is a simple room but it was decorated lovingly by you. All the vinyl records he sent to you neatly arranged near the player. On your desk is a basket of yarn and your crochet needles, piles of red scarves that are clearly a work in progress. On the handle of your cabinet your white apron. By your window are pots of daisies lined up together, little animal figurines on their soil with their own houses.

A small, small world, fragile, but welcoming and here he is, the strange visitor, accepted by your subjects.

Yet, Sylus knows he shouldn’t linger for long, not wanting to cast any doubts to your father who let him bring you here and after giving you a once over, his sweetheart, he stood up.

“Skye,” you whispered softly, catching him by the cuff of his sleeve.

“Yes, miss seamstress?”

You didn’t answer, just gently pulling his sleeve until he finally relented and sat at the side of your bed again.

He could never deny you.

“Did you enjoy today, Skye?”, you asked, each word breathed out slowly and it was clear you are standing in a thin line between dreams and reality.

“Of course I did, sweetie,” he chuckled softly, brushing a few strands of your hair, “Any day spent with you is a day well spent.”

He paused for a moment then asked, “Did you have fun today, little doe?”

You let out a soft laugh, your arms reaching out for the crow plushie by your side and hugging it.

“I had lots of fun,” you nodded drowsily and with your voice muffled against the soft fleece of your new friend, you spoke, “Can you-”, you let out a yawn but continued, “-Tell Mr. Sylus thank you for me?”

“Sure, I’ll make sure to pass it along when I get back.”

“Don’t forget to-”, you yawned again and the next words are unintelligible but Sylus managed to piece it together with your last words, smiling softly while waiting for you to finish your request, “-His souvenir. I hope he likes it.”

“I am sure he’ll love it. You picked it out for him after all.”

With your half lidded eyes and gentle smile, it is certainly one of the adorable expressions he hopes he will wake up to in the future.

“One last thing,” you mumbled softly, your eyes closing but it was clear you wanted to do something as you struggled against the hold of sleep, “Come closer, Skye.”

“Like this, sweetie?”

“Closer.”

“How about now?”

He is basically hovering over you at this point, his hands at the sides of your head to support his weight and up close under the moonlight, his gaze lingered longer at your lips slightly parted.

A sigh, and then you pressed your lips on his cheek.

At least, that’s what he thinks was your intent but instead, your fleeting reward landed on the corner of his mouth. 

His grip on the sheets tightened, a small, soft whine escaped his lips. 

From him of all people. 

An involuntary sound in response to the unexpected act of intimacy he had always yearned from you. 

Close. 

You were so close to giving him one of the many things that haunt him in his sleep.

“Sweetheart,” he breathed out but you were already asleep this time, your heartbeats steady.

The shadow of the dragon loomed on the walls of your bedroom, its gaping maw wide open upon you, the unassuming deer, too trusting, too sweet.

His baser instincts are yelling at him that a nip wouldn’t harm you, that the blood pumping on your veins is sweeter than candy. A little drop of spring water that would satisfy his thirst.

But Sylus' desires have always been clean-cut.

His eyes landed on your neck, beckoning. He had always wanted to sink his fangs on the soft skin. Not because he wanted to draw blood.

No, not that.

He wanted to be so much more to you. 

The flapping of the wings, a warning chirp and the music box suddenly playing made him jerk back away from you and Sylus froze at how close he was biting down on your neck while Mephisto looked at him, concerned.

Sylus only sighed heavily, sitting back as his fingers traced the outline of your ear.

He hopes you can forgive your lying dragon. 

Before he left, he lifted your hand, pressing a kiss on your bandaged finger, a reminder of the promise he made.

Then, another on your cheek, a playful correction to your sleepy mistake but he doesn’t blame you. In fact, he is honored to receive your thanks.

Finally, on the top of your head near your crown of flowers. 

May his beautiful deer sleep well tonight, your dreams to be as colorful and vibrant as the smiles you gave to him today, and when you wake up, let the sun be a little forgiving tomorrow morning, to give you a few more moments to say goodbye to your friends from the realm of unconsciousness before leaving.

“Sleep well, my precious doe,” he whispered softly in your ear, “I’ll see you later tonight.”

If the gods would be kinder to fulfill another one of his wishes, then he hopes when he closes his eyes and calls it a day, he will also find his way to you, in your quiet paradise.

The door closed softly behind him and the lullaby of the music box came to an end, the little dragon, exhausted from chasing his white ribbon on his horn, had also decided to rest on his field dotted with red wildflowers.

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Good night, Daisy.

Good night, Mister Dragon.

Good night, Miss Deer.

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Author's Note:

I hope this brings clarity what Reader is doing in the N109 zone and why she chose to let go of so many privileges she has when she used to live at Bloomshore District.

Will that human get it? Stay tune! Don't want to spoil you all!

I also have a tumblr! Feel free to feed me your conspiracy theories or send memes or anything, I don't judge! (The fact we are all playing this game means we have broken free from the chain of judgment. ISTG, the amount of guy friends who poke fun of me playing this is wack but that won't stop me. Why can they have anime girls but I can't have my 3D men (and anime girls)?)

Also, the lullaby of Reader's music box: Storyteller (Music Box ver.)

AO3

Ch. 1 / Ch. 2 / Ch. 3 / Ch.4 / Ch. 5 / Ch. 6

[negrowhat]

I loved your discussion of Payu and Rain’s d/s dynamic; can you do it for Johann and North? I feel like Johann likes power play but in a really gentle way, and North might not initiate it but seems willing and responsive to that kind of play as well. It’s super cute.

Hey friend!!! JohanNorth have quite the dynamic...one that I very much enjoy. Again I would like to say I'm no expert in D/s as a kink, and that's not what this post is going to be like anyway.

I want you to know I typed this up, and deleted it, and typed it up again several times because I was starting to ramble and this was getting long af. I am going to insert a page break so people can scroll if they want to.

Let's talk about it.

I think JohanNorth's whole dynamic is very much give and take. Or more like, 'I'm giving you me please take me and give yourself to me in return.' "ALL OF ME LOVES ALL OF YOU" type vibe. Please sing that in John Legend's voice or you won't understand.

JohanNorth's beginning feels like a Dom/sub thing but in the end it changes to something completely different. Not everyone goes into a relationship feeling 100% comfortable with each other.

Johan had more time to have his feelings for North develop because he spent so much time falling in love and being there for North when North had no idea who he was. So by the time Johan was granted access to approach North he was already level-minded and clear headed. He was solid. That meant he could focus everything on North.

He was so ready to handle North's bar fight situation in away that would pull his most precious boy right into his awaiting orbit. It did help that Johan had so many people in his corner who knew the dedication he had to North.

I think once Johan got over the major hurtle of letting his feelings be known to North he was ready to play hard ball, no more holding back. He confessed and gauged North's reaction to him. North was excited about the confession. He was happy to know someone as kind and as capable as Johan would be so into him. That gave Johan the greenlight he needed to advance.

I don't think Johan's into power play exactly, I think in the beginning he asserts some level of power to draw out North's confidence in him and their relationship. I think he used some more aggressive tactics to kind of push North out of his comfort zone so he could get used to being in a relationship with him.

Like in the beginning we definitely see Johan be more dominant, and take control of their relationship's progression, but as soon as North starts to return some of that assertive energy Johan starts to mellow out. I think he was treating North how he wanted to be treated in return. And when they reach a stable emotional plane Johan becomes softer, sweeter, and more vulnerable.

Ultimately Johan wanted North to be possessive and selfish with him. He wanted North to take from him. He wanted to give himself to North. And he wanted to take North for himself in return.

Speaking of possession; Johan is physical in a way that SCREAMS 'I'm obsessed with you. I want to possess you. You belong to me.' The way he kisses North??? The way he devours his lips? That hand that ALWAYS finds it's way around his throat? The tie yanks? The hair pulls? It's like he can't get enough of North. It's like if he lets North go, he'll vanish. He's obsessed.

Also the way he just holds onto North. He wraps himself around the boy. And once North is settled there he will not let the boy go. That whole scene in the café where he pulls North into his lap and just traps him there. They would need the jaws of life to pry his arms from around that boy and what does North do? Allows it. He always does. He likes it when Johan treats him like a big ole teddy bear. Holding onto him tightly, kissing him whenever he feels like it. North loves it, he's usually smiling about it, hands placed obediently over Johan's.

Let's talk about the little transactional method Johan established with North. I love it. It's another habit he's formed to kind of pull North out of his comfort zone...maybe depend on him a little more. I love that he shamelessly offers to pay North for his time and affection and attention. A kiss? A hug? A cute lil video? Smexy time? He's willing to PAY for everything North does because he wants everything from him. He wants North to feel like he can express himself however he wants to.

Going back to Johan wanting North to be more selfish with him. I think that's why he kind of conditioned North to exchange kisses in return for him fulfilling requests. It's ok for North to ask anything of Johan but he also wants North to feel okay with being affectionate with him and asking or demanding some affection in return. Johan asks for the simplest of kisses for payment and he will fill North's every desire and answer every question.

I think Johan wanted to get out of the habit of asking North, "What do you want from me?" and get him into the habit of asking for it on his own. Like when he coaxes North into asking him to take the lead when they kiss. Instead of Johan having to ask, "Do you want me to kiss you?" he would prefer if North asks, "Can you kiss me?" You know? Be more proactive.

If North wants something from Johan he only needs to ask and be confident with it and Johan is ready to serve. He doesn't want North to feel any sort of negative way for wanting to take from him because everything he has is for North. Also this way he gets to enjoy more kisses from those lips he loves so much.

North is the kind of guy who wants to take care of himself and solve all issues on his own. He's willing to work THREE jobs on top of school to take care of his business. So of course he finds it hard to ask Johan for anything. He finds it hard to tell Johan when he's having a problem. He doesn't want to bother him, he doesn't want to upset, and above all he doesn't want to burden him. Johan treats him so well and he is too fearful to ask for more from him. And I'm sure he's worried that Johan may think he's together with him for all the wrong reasons.

Even if Johan is literally throwing money at him for existing and buying up all his workplaces so he can be the one to take care of North one way or another. Even if Johan is increasing his own workload so he can take over his father's company faster so he can provide for North. Even if Johan moves North into his condo to take away one less expense in the boy's life.

I appreciate that the people around Johan took time to explain to North about how a lot of what Johan does is for the benefit of him. And honestly it's things Johan would tell North if he just asked him. Johan doesn't seem like he wants to keep anything from North but he wants North to want to know. Like while Johan went to Boston and North was missing him so much, but he was too afraid to reach out. He didn't want to disturb Johan he knew he was working. But thanks to their friends, North got to learn that Johan was missing him just as much. Johan even cut his trip short because he didn't want North to be sad from missing him. Since North was still so unwilling to be selfish with him, Johan had to take that initiative to return to him instead.

I love that we get to see North learn that he can ask from Johan and take from him and depend on him and need him. Johan is the king of 'Acts of Service' and I'm glad by the end of things North got to see that. There isn't anything Johan would not do for North.

As North becomes more confident in himself and his feelings and his place by Johan's side we begin to see North willingly show his feelings. He begins to show his concerns for Johan. He wants to help Johan relax and be at ease, even if it means just being in his presence. He begins to show more casual intimacy. More pecks on the cheek, and leaning into Johan, and cuddling with him. He shows a softer side. A cuter side. A more docile side. He seems to be more calm around Johan and more considerate of what he wants from him.

I love when North gives Johan his gear. We all know how monumental that is. He essentially gives Johan the biggest part of himself, his heart. And entrusting his gear to Johan means that he trusts his heart and himself with Johan. He trusts that Johan will take care of his heart. It's a beautiful moment that holds so much weight, especially for someone like Johan who has been waiting for North for years. And I love that we get to see Johan proudly display that gear in a way that says, 'He gave me his heart and I belong to him in return.' The gear is not just an item to keep on a shelf or in a box. It's something he takes with him everywhere like their love for each other. Johan can't just put the gear down. It and North belongs to him now.

In that one scene where Drunk North shows his ownership of Johan, I think that day was like Christmas for Johan. To see his sweet and budding North show such strong possessiveness over him? It must have been so satisfying to experience.

And you can really tell Johan enjoyed it. He kept North's eye contact and he answered him directly and gently, just for North's ears. He didn't even pay attention to that woman. AND WHEN NORTH CLIMBED INTO HIS LAP AND SAID JOHAN WAS HIS?? To be outright claimed? I think Johan could've died and ascended to heaven. Nothing else and no one else mattered in that moment. He was North's and only North's. Oh to be possessed by someone.

I think Johan knew that from then on North would feel more inclined to express his ownership which what he wanted from day one. He wanted them both to feel like they belonged to each other.

I'm sorry this still got long.

[questionablecuttlefish]

How do you think the girls show affection to each other?

my fics go into a lot of them.

but I think they are both touch starved in their own special ways.

We see Jinx flinch away from touch in Arcane a few times but its when she hasn't initiated it. When she does initiate it or she's comfortable with the person, she's very touchy feely.

And Lux comes from a society built out of cavernous spaces and barriers of literal armor, she gives me big 'hugger' vibes but it must be tough to be a warm caring person in freaking Demacia.

But we also see how affectionate both of them are inside and I think with those barriers removed they would be extremely physically tender with each other.

Cuddles, kisses, snuggling up to sleep, playing with each other's hair, and my H/C that Jinx has sharpened senses from the Shimmer and is maybe a little fixated on Lux's "sunlight" scent, the girl from the Undercity being close to a person who grew up in clean air and bright skies for the first time + being able to almost literally smell Lux's magic, a lot of the physical affection both of them have been starved of by the world around them.

Jinx is an inventor, a tinkerer and a people pleaser and we've seen that despite seeming wrapped up in her own head, Jinx can be very thoughtful when it comes to others. Her interactions show it, with Silco, Isha, and even building Sevika the gambler a literal slot machine arm.

I think she would just randomly tinker and build things for Lux that would make Lux's life easier or more fun, things she would think Lux would like, and gift them to her like a cat dropping dead birds on the porch, only they're actually useful ones.

Some of these would be literal works of genius and Lux would recognize them as such and treasure every one.

Lux for her part has a lot of empathetic traits and would fit naturally into a nurturing role with Jinx, comforting her when the voices are loud, talking her through things, holding her when she needs it, giving her space when she needs it.

I also think if Jinx was open to it, Lux would be only too happy to tutor her through any gaps in knowledge that Jinx's upbringing might not have given her the opportunities to learn and introduce her to the joy of books and reading. Lux is a big old book nerd and the kind of person who'll babble excitedly about the latest story she's read or scientific theory she's heard about for hours.

Jinx listens to her excited nerd rambles with chin hands and eyes aglow. If it was anyone else she'd be bored out of her brain, but Lux makes boring beautiful.

[dandysworldhcs]

greetings, dear modlings. as i am pleased with your astro headcanons, i will provide miscellaneous headcanons of my own:

(sorry for wall of text btw i’m just really really excited)

shelly has feathers on some parts of her body e.g. arms, calves, tail end. these feathers are iridescent & she likes to gift them to toons she likes. all the mains & tisha have one.

sometimes, shelly pronounces her ‘r’s like a small growl.

shelly is also extremely flexible, as cephalopods are. she’s freaked out many people and toons by squeezing through tight spaces. she’s passed under a door successfully at least once.

pebble, if he were a real dog, would be a cardigan welsh corgi. when he distracts twisteds, he’s just following his little corgi instincts & thinks he’s just herding them into one place. he also uses herding tactics while distracting, e.g. barking and nipping heels

the christmas toons no longer get locked up when it’s not christmas because the humans are gone, and now just live with the non-event toons. however, when winter passes, their energy levels are much lower and are less likely to go on runs.

twisteds can still talk, but the extent varies from toon to toon. mains are usually more vocal, with twisted vee being the most chatty.

the tapes are not old episodes, but are instead cut-up footage of the making of the toons. (the reason why they were even cut up in the first place was as a safety measure, so that you couldn’t know what the process was like unless you obtained all tapes.) the ichor operation is more or less dandy trying to find a solution to the twisted problem, or at the very least, put the twisteds out of their misery.

there used to be science events at gardenview for the older kids and teens. it was run by astro and brightney (the nerd duo ahahaha) and they’d do various experiments together. alternatively, they were also used to teach lab safety (e.g. how to handle apparatus properly esp. more dangerous ones like bunsen burners, how to properly store chemicals and keeping them from reacting with each other). astro and brightney may have been responsible for teaching at least a couple of teenagers how to make molotov cocktails.

as a reminder of those old lab days, astro and brightney have both kept their lab coats. they’re sometimes seen wearing them around gardenview as regular coats.

excess sensory input (bright lights, talking crowds) tends to make astro very tired as it’s all very overwhelming. thus, he used to dread public appearances as he knows he’s gonna get exhausted really quickly.

astro is ironically, or unironically, the worst toon to sleep in the same bed with because he’s so LOUD when he sleeps. not only does he move around a lot, his snores are so notoriously loud and is constantly sleeptalking. the other mains (as all the mains like to sleep in a pile together) describe his sleeptalking as ‘mildly irritated, as if he’s always complaining about something’.

all of the mains have detachable heads. vee is the only toon that does this in front of humans, as the action is required for some of her stunts in her dramatic entrances.

vee still hosts her ‘gameshow’ even without the humans. the show has now taken the form of a deranged hybrid of cards against humanity, quiplash and family feud. for obvious reasons toodles is not allowed in these games.

vee has access to the internet & is aware of the ‘can run doom’ meme. after some curiosity-fuelled experimenting, vee found out that she can run doom as well.

dandy’s world is still a widely-loved cartoon. this means that there was a massive poll ‘hear-me-out’ esque poll on which character they had a crush on either as a kid and/or now. (for obvious reasons i don’t think i should have to state, toodles, pebble and coal were excluded from the poll). this poll is immensely chaotic and has caused actual fights. vee knows about this poll and has also participated in some of those fights.

HELP these are so coolcore,,,getting you

[simpingforbots]

Big scary grandpa – part 3

You stared at the big map stapled to the sign that showed what the small camping ground offered wth curiosity and a note of excitement. This place was surprisingly somewhat modern – they had designated areas for restroom and showers,  a separate cabin for laundry room, that also seemd to store some arcade and a small store, a bar and grill that adults prohibited kids to even approach (you thing that they just want to have some space away from all the kids and their troubles), a big pond for swimming, a smaller one for fishing, connecting to a passing by river, basketball/football area, playground, dumpster area. You can guess that the laundry room was already flooded with your classmates as it most likely had wi-fi in there, making you quietly grin to your self as you had a very good deal with your parents, getting your own pocket router as long as you keep your grades up, which is not that hard, plus being a proud “teachers Pet”.

Your eyes wondered from the map, checking all the other posters stapled to the wooden poster, protected by the plastic display from weather – most of them were about wild birds and some animals, list of rules and a kind nor asking to clean after them self you inhaled deeply, taking in sweet scent of clear air, able to smell something sweet hanging around and looked to the side, focusing on one of two vending machines by the sign they still worked and offered a fine selection of chips, sweets, nuts and a range of cold drinks in another. All it needed was a special token you were all given immideatly upon you arrival – a small coin with tree engraved, allowing you to do laundry, play arcades or by drinks, though there was also simple rules: do not spend all in one place and that you can earn it for doing something, be it as simple as helping teacher around the camp or completing tasks set in the beginning of the day, with list being posted in the main tent. In hindsight it seamed like a good idea and moment to teach young generation money responsibility and prepare them for the future life, how ever some students took it as a greenlight to just go wild and they ran in to arcade. You sighed, smacking your dry lips and gripped you water flask.

On one hand a though of a snack and cold Coke sounded noice, on the other you will be spending money in something that you will be provided by your teachers and you can safe the coins for something useful, like washing machine, tie-pods, and some sanitary things in case you will need it and something told you will cus even your own body hates you. Sighing, you decided to go and refeel your water bottle and taking a swing while looking around you already ’ve seen that someone offered 5 coins to help with making food so you decided to head there to offer a helping hand to designated chef of this trip, who seemed more then happy to put you to work – pealing and chopping some vegetables for upcoming evening meal.

Soon enough the sun slowly hid behind the horizon, the last warm ray of light disappearing behind the trees, letting biting chill of night slowly take over and gathering every one around the fire pit to enjoy the warmth of dancing orange flames and warm meal the area immideatly coma to live with chatter and laughter, along with some people time to time singing along to an old guitars tune played by one of teachers, time to time taking request. Right now theyr were playing an old classic – Don’t stop believing with every one joining in for the good part. You sighed happily, whispering along all while watching majestic and mysterious dance if flames, intrigued by the story it hid behind all while red hot ash slowly rose high up to join the older fiery sibling in the night sky, getting their own spot in story maps of the cosmos. Out here the stars seemd to glow even brighter, something that you could started forever if you could, shivering a bit as cold chill ran up the spine, you gripped papper bowl a bit tighter, soaking in the warmth of food while slowly picking the spoon up and humming quietly at the flavour of the food. The moment seamed very peaceful and warm, making you sigh with content, relaxing and worming in the light of flames, time to time sipping on a can of coke teacher handed out.

It did not take to long though for the drinks to ran out and teachers started whispering between them selfs, pondering on who to send to get more drinks for the rest of the class as kids started asking for more, and that mostly adults really did not wanted to leave safety and warmth of the campfire. You listened for a bit, listening to their whispers, trying to keep to your elf, yet your heart gave up and you sighed, closing your eyes in frustration at your self for being so kind, putting your plate on the seat you just left, feeling cold biting your lower part already, lifting your hand and offering to go get drinks. It seemed that also being a Teachers Pet played a good roll with teachers giving you a hefty amount of tokens, saying that you can keep it in case shop is closed, sending you in to darkness to follow the path to the small shop. Shivering and pulling hoody of shark hoodie you liked over your head, you ventured in to the darkness, with your phone acting as a small flashlight to shine your path to the building ten muinets away, why was it so far you relay did not care, just wanitng to get this over with.

Who knew human can obsess over paperwork so much, letting a quite grumble and feeling his cooling system kick in to over dive, Megatron rubbed his face, unable to even look at the documents anymore or he will get an error in his processor, pushing data pad to the side. Karen piled this documents on him after they all failed to catch Mandroid, once again, with this document acting like some kind of punishment. Grumbling and stretching in the chair he was resting on, he could feel his inner system stretch pleasantly, checking his messages he got a few from one of Terrans – Twitch and Hashtag, proudly showing of their daily activities. Big bot smiled as he swiped though pictures of sparkling and kids having fun and from what he can guess annoying Bumblebee to no end. It warmed his spark to see young generation not worrying about anything and just having fun. Speaking of young generation. Getting up, Megatron walked out of his room, scaning his surroundings for unwanted eyes, making sure no human or bot saw him leave. Clear. With that he quietly left the base and headed towards small camp site. It was already dark by the time he left so it was not big surprise to see every human gathered around a campfire, getting louder as they sang along or just talked to each other. It did not take to long to find the little human he was looking for, huddled in to blanket and slowly enjoying the meal, eyes glued to the fire and it’s dance. It will be hard to outright come out there to just speak to you as his past reputation still haunted him and most humans did not fancy him like Terrance and Malto’s did. Hell, Karen was only acting nice to him because he was useful, Megatron was sure of it.

Grumbling and scratching his metal chin, Megatron kneeled down, his silver paint easily helping him hide in the dark of the forest, especialy that the only source of light aorund this whole place was campfire. He kept watching for a bit, as before, you kept to your self, yet still did your best to be part of the social group, singing along to some songs old bot recognized, smiling widely. Soon you seemd to be troubled by something, listening intently and then getting up, turning to face adults, taking something from them and then leaving the safety of the fire and walking in to the forest, your small phone acting as the only source of light to shine the path. Why did you left he really did not care as he was pleasantly surprised by such sudden action, quietly following behind, making sure to not make much ruckus as humans tend to get spooked easily and he does not want to scare you. It was surprisingly easy to scare humans with just his presence alone, so moving quietly through the forest and just watching you walk though the forest, his presence scaring wild animals who grew accustomed to humans away, making sure it was even more safer, even if the animals were harmless at first sight. You walked over to some building, all while muttering something to your self all the way, hyping your self in to false sense of security and make your self braver, sadly though your bravery wont pay off as the building was closed, sending you back in to the dark forest. And back to him... maybe now be the good time to make him self known?

You jumped at every branch snap and leaf rustle, scared that something will jump out at you, your heart ponding a milling beats per second, echoing in your own scull. Why, why did you had to be so “brave” as to offer your help and go away from the fire? All those scary stories you listened are now flooding back in to your mind to hunt you. Slowly but surely you made it to the shop, only to find the lights were out. Walking up and peaking in, you can see no-one was inside and the sign on the window clearly spelled closed, meaning you will have t go back empty handed, your shoulders drop with regret and started your journey back. Only this time the forest seemd to be to quite your footstep on gravel echoing to loud even for you now, making you be on guard as far to many stories you read warned that when ever the forest goes quite it means nothing good. Eyes skipping all over the place, you could feel anxiety digging in to your guts with it’s dead-cold claws, slowly speeding up your walk until in the corner of your eyes you noticed something move in the shadows and you turned your head, only to freeze in spot. In the darkness of the forest two red orbs floated high above you, focused on you, unmoving and terrifying, making your blood run cod. Your brain was throwing every thing at you and it took a second for you to inhale deeply and let a scream out and turn aorund to run, only to immideatly trip over your own two feet, stumbling and faceplanting in to the gravel with a loud “FUCK”. You tried scrambling up, forgetting every thing, fuck the dignity, hell you ready to crawl like a dog just to get away from what ever nightmare creature resides in the forest, only seemed that luck was not on your side as something hard quickly wrapped around you and started lifting you up. You fought and kicked all you could, screams muffled by huge hands carefully plased over your head and you can feel the thing move, but you did not give up help, even if you fall and break or twist your leg, you are getting out of here. You twisted and turned, pushed and kicked, time to time able to feel that you were sleeping out of the grasp only to be readjusted and something slid up and down, a soft noise trying to calm you down, but you did not give up. YOU are NOT dying today!

Following you, you seemd to be alert and Megatron took a step forward, kneeling down, ready to call out to you when you spun so suddenly it shocked even him. It took seconds for you to start screaming very loudly and  dart away only to trip over your own peds and fall on your face. Worried, Megatron quickly reached for you, wrapping his hands and pressing close to his chest, shushing you and trying to clam you down by slightly sliding his servo up and down your back, trying to muffle your scream with another. Someone clearly heard your scream as he can her someone calling out, sending his processor in to overdrive and purely out of panic he flees in to the forest, carrying you with him. Primus who knew humans were this active and slipper, almost loosing grip far to many times, still trying to calm you down, yet soon decided to let your run out of steam while wrapping both his hands around you, sort of caging and leaving only legs dangling out, and seems like having you squished calmed you down more effective as you stopped moving so much, but not completely. He kept walking away from the camp, quickly loosing it and any-one who tired to see what was going, finding a quite spot and seating down on the rock. This is not how he expected things to go, nor to traumatize you to death. Still holding you to his chest, he hummed quietly, feeling you tier out eventually, carefully pulling you away from his chest. You are a strong one to scream and kick this loud for so long, but now could barley move, chest falling and rising with quick pace, finally looking up, eyes wide, only this time not from fear, but shock and confusion, one of little hands gripping on his digits. Letting a sigh of relief, Megatron looked at them with soft and concerned eyes.

“You alright little one? I did not mean to scare you”

“Mr Megatron? What- what’s going on?” you slowly moved, trying to seat up and have a more comfortable position after being squished, even if not to tightly, it still was not to comfortable “You scared me! I though I was gonna die!”

“And I am sorry for this... Must say, almost dropped you few times with how hard you tried to get out, I must applaud you for this.” He coked his head to the side slightly, eyes focused on you, on how you place a small hand on your chest, slowly moving his thumb as to not scare such fragile being even more, yet you did seemd to flinch just for a second, out of instinct as soon as he touched your back, rubbing it slightly and you letting your guard down. “I was passing by and saw fire, though it was some wildfire. I know how bad they can get”

“Ah” you inhaled deeply and sighed, leaning in to soft touch. And not because it was the warmest lace aorund as of now. “Sorry”

“For?” a bit taken back, old mech blinked rapidly why is the little one apologising when he is the one in the wrong.

“I... I don’t know. Its good to see you. How are you?” you quickly changed the topic, looking around to get down. Even if it was Megatron and not creature of nightmares you prefer to be on solid ground, plus it felt a bit.. wired to be held by bigger being. Not in bad way, you just felt uncomfortable, like when you in someone’s home and try to be polite, seating on the edge of the sofa. Yet you also did not wanted to leave because of the warmth.

“I am doing well. How will be you? I was looking forward to seeing you again it’s getting a bit lonely when you have no one to speak with”

“What? I though you and Optimus were good friends? No offence” you added quickly.

“It’s get tiering to talk to him time to time” Megatron sighed and rolled his opticks, not that he did not like Optimus, it just time to time he needs break from him and talking to the same person for so long can get tiering, plus terrance are more interested in other stories and it’s nice to have to talk to some one new. “And I did enjoy our last talk, so I was looking to the next one. Found any other interesting books in archives?”

“Not really. Most of them I read though already” you confessed “Do you have any new once? “

Megatron smiled, quickly settling you on his lap to free his hand. Indeed he had, with all the time he spend reading though archives, and he was more then glad to share it with you, going in to all about them. Hearing all the stories he had brought, you quickly forgot where you were seating, bringing legs under you, seating in lotus position, listening intent fully to every word, time to time even asking few questions when some things did not made any scense to you.

“Did you guys had any mythology?” you finally asked, coking your head to the side and letting a cold shiver run though your body. Megaron seemed to notise it, nudging you jently close to his body and you quickly leaned in to his torso, soaking the warmth he radiated. It was expected as his was a big metal being with all the machinery that you can now hear quietly working inside of him, cliking, shifting and whirring inside, producing heat and warmth that you more than happy to borrow from the big bot, who also seamed not to greedy about sharing.

“We did, we had stories surrounding 13 primes. I am sure you read about them already in one of the book of yours”

“Yeah!” you felt a yawn coming in, quickly turning away and covering your mouth, blinking a bit as small tears formed in your eyes. It was late after all and you had a strict bed time you put upon your self, doing your best to follow it, yet you pushed your self though, after all who knew when will be the next chance you can see Megatron again “13 primes – one of the first cybertronians created by Prime, right?”

“Mhm.” Megatron nodded “they had a lot of stories following them and achievements. Young ones seemd to have favourites, do you?”

“yeah. I like Solus! She sounded badass” you smiled and tried to show that you were still awake, yet your body was slowly giving up and the warmth from the bot did not helped your cause.

“I though so” Megatron chuckled, moving you a bit closer, wrapping his hand aorund your shoulder and could feel you melt in to the palm, letting another yawn escape your body, shaking your head a bit and blinking rapidly to blink the sleep away. Bot let a quiet sigh escape his system, eyes softening at the small human sparkling resting on his lap, half asleep, trying to talk more about history, yet bot also knew how to lull any sparkling to sleep, not against you falling asleep on him. “I have some stories about her, would you like to hear them?”

“Yeah!” you quickly woke up, eyes glinting with interest about what stories did Megatron had cus you did not find much in library and Megatron was more then happy to oblige, starting his tale about what was going between Primes, especialy Megtaronus and Solus relation ship. He kept talking, keeping a watchful eye as he can see sleep slowly taking over once more, you nodding off, thoug still fighting squinting slightly, raising his temperature just a bit, and yet it all it took for you to finely give up, yawning last time, murmuring something under your breath, as if trying to still be part of conversation, time between blinking getting longer and he can see how hard it was becoming for you to keep your eyes open, leaning in to the body and not even protesting as he started slowly rubbing your back with his thumb, drawing circles in your back and feel your little heart slowing down. Soon enough you closed your eyes, falling asleep, making old bot’s spark warm up. Why are the younglings look so peaceful and cute when they are asleep he does not understand, but he will not fight it. He jus set there, looking up at the sky to stare at those glowing orbs of light, wondering just what would happened if he never started the war. Letting a long sight though his vents, he slowly lifted you up, your entire body limp like a ragdoll, limbs swinging slightly at the movement while he cradled you to his chest, you curling up and turning a bit in his palm, string just for a bit before settling in completely again, letting a long sigh of content.

“Hm” Megatron hummed, slightly coking his head, letting a soft smile escape him. He can’t wait to introduce you to other kids, just has to time it right, for now he will just seat here, doing his best to not let intrusive though of just carrying you to base win. Well it was sort of logical as the base was much wormer and safer then the camp, especialy with Mandroid still loose. It relay was the mostly logical thing in this moment, stirring in his processor – leaving you in such feeble shelter like your tent really did not sit well, but you were also surrounded by others and adults, who most likely were worried and scared after hearing a scream, letting a small grunt, he set just for a bit longer, before getting up, big bot placed another hand over you, caging and shielding from cold wind as he began walking back towards camp.

To his surprise no one seemd to panic and adults were enjoying cheep wine by the dying fire alone after sending other kids to sleep. A bit worried how they were not panicked about a sudden yell coming from forest, but with so many teens he can guess that they took it as not so good prank. Keeping down, he snuck towards your camp, thankful that you placed it close to the forest, pulling the “doors” open and manoeuvring you inside on soft bedding and making sure to cover you, not wishing for you to catch any cold. For a second he felt your little hand clasp on to his digits, refusing to let go, making him smile and turn away. Why you have to be so cute... okay that is it, he is introducing you to Malto kids this week!