#and the last time you heard na na na and it was still a perfect 10?

[britneyshakespeare]

Let's just say for the sake of argument that we're on your property, standing in V-formation

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

Blood Sport

Feyd Rautha x Y/N - drabble part 6 - 1.8K WC NSFW 18+

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Warnings: marriage, SMUT, biting, blood drinking, penetration, oral (female receiving), Feyd being whipped as fuck for you, L bombs, rough sex, fluffy ending

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You smoothed over the layers of your dress. The black and red layered fabric made you look gorgeous, ethereal almost. All the sparkles and shimmers on the dress caught the light off the black sun just right. You still felt nervous but after talking with Feyd last night your heart was more at ease. You felt as if you could truly accept Geidi Prime as your home, and rule it one day. Maybe make it more like Succo, make it better. You looked to the door as it slid open, a maid walking inside with a small jar full of blood. 

“Who’s?” you asked as you lifted her off the ground with your magic, dragging her closer to you faster than she could move. 

Her shaking hands gave you the jar of inky blood, “T-the Na-Baron’s mistress…” she said quickly.

You held the jar, it was still slightly warm. You smiled softly, “That’ll be all.” you said, setting the maid down as you dismissed her. As soon as the door slid shut you flicked the lid off the jar, savoring the flavor of him as you gulped it down. You never got tired of his taste. You licked over your lips as you finished the jar, leaning your head back. The irony taste melted on your tongue, your eyes fluttering shut at the warmth. You saw flashes of Feyd’s body, like perfect ivory. There was nothing white on Succo but you were in love with the color, especially on him. You saw his hands running over himself, his rippling muscles before you heard a faint whisper fall from his mouth, 

“Y/N” 

It was the most seductive tone you’d ever heard from him. Wanting and whimpering and absolutely dripping with lust. Right before you saw his hand run over his abs and dip down further the visions stopped.

Tease.

“Princess. It’s time.” said a guard who you hadn’t noticed, so deeply lost in your visions. 

You followed the man, looking at yourself one more time in the mirror. You tilted your head up, adjusting your black diamond crown. The one that had been in your family since the full Sanguines were in power on Succo. The Cruor were fearless, as were you. And yet, this was quite possibly the first time you felt real fear. A comfortable fear. As if you were leaping into the unknown and hoped Feyd was there to catch you in the end. Before you could stew on your new found fear, the doors to the Great Hall opened. You saw hundreds of Harkonnens, they filled the hall and all watched as you walked down the lengthy aisle towards Feyd. He looked sharp in his all black ensemble. The Baron and Reverend Mother stood to the right of him and the officiant. Feyd’s eyes never left yours. You walked with your head held high, exuding confidence as you represented your house. 

The ceremony itself was a blur. You played around in Feyd’s mind. Blood was such a powerful conduit. The magic you wielded was a mere fraction of what your ancient ancestors had. You had yet to show Feyd the full extent of your powers, soon enough you would tell him. He thought the Bene Gesserit were strong, you would show him true strength. Your magic weaved itself through the blood in his mind, you manipulated it, echoing your voice. 

“Pledge yourself to me… my Na-Baron… my Feyd Rautha.” 

You saw Feyd’s eyes twitch slightly, flicking to yours and searching them. Your lips tilted up, finding his reaction to your power funny. You decided to take it a step further, playing out visions in his mind. Visions of your hands roaming your body. Your skin, soft and delicate. Your eyes rolling back in pleasure. You watched his eyes widen before fluttering shut for a moment. He cleared his throat, presumably trying to regain some composure. You stifled a laugh, deciding to have mercy on him for now. You listened to the strange Harkonnen words as you anticipated how the rest of the day would go. Well, the night that is. You weren’t afraid of sex like most would be in your situation, you were curious though. 

Lost in your own thoughts you felt Feyd’s hand on your cheek. You snapped back to reality as his lips met yours. You kissed him back but cut the kiss short. You didn’t want the Baron or Reverend Mother to assume you and Feyd held anything for each other. You listened to the roar of the crowd around you, celebrating their new Na-Baroness. It was truly done now. 

You are a Harkonnen.

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You entered your new chambers first. This one was massive compared to your already spacious chamber. The ceilings were high, everything was black. There were no windows in this room - or any of the rooms in this hall of the castle. You knew Feyd wanted to keep the black sun's harsh light away from you. The thought of him being so considerate made your heart swell slightly. You set your star disc down in the center of the room before activating it. The projection adjusted to the size of your new chambers. You would never tire of this gift, feeling this close to home when you couldn’t be further away. You sat on the couch, gazing up at the projection until you heard the slide of the door. 

Feyd entered with four guards, “Should we hold her down for you, Na-Baron?” one asked.

Your muscles tensed but your face remained still, all that let onto your shift in mood was the black veins around your eyes. They became ever so prominent when you felt strongly. 

“I can manage her on my own.” Feyd said, holding his hand up to dismiss the guards. 

They left quietly and soon there was no noise besides your breath along with Feyd’s. You relaxed slightly.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said,” Feyd’s voice broke the silence, “and I want you to know I do.”

You quirked an eyebrow at him, not totally understanding. 

He walked closer to you before kneeling at your feet, “I pledge myself to you. Completely. I am yours if you wish it.” 

The veins around your eyes faded, you felt shock inside. You searched his mind, nothing in his blood indicated deception, he was being genuine. You tiled his chin up, “And I yours.” you said before pulling him to your lips in a bruising kiss. It was needy and rushed, trying to convey the loyalty and love you felt. 

Love?

For some reason the word felt right. Once you knew he was yours you finally admitted it to yourself. Feyd pushed you back to lean against the back of the couch. You let out a small whine, “Why’d you stop?” you asked with a hint of irritation in your voice. 

Feyd smiled as he slid his hands up your thighs underneath your dress. He felt your body tense when he moved them to the inner part of your thighs, slowly pushing them apart. “Trust me?” he said, stopping his movements.

You nodded. Feyd buried his face between your thighs, ripping your underwear off in one go. He was like a man starved, devouring you. Your chest heaved with the new sensation. His mouth was nothing compared to your fingers. 

“You are divine.” he mumbled out, you saw his face covered in your slick and it made something primal in you lurch your hips. He took this as a sign to speed up his movements, attacking your clit with small circles before he slipped a finger inside you. You moaned out at the contact. Something akin to fire built in your stomach until it consumed your veins, your thighs clenching his head in place as you rode his face to get the most from your high.

Your breathing was labored but all you could think of was more. You pushed him back with your foot, shoving your dress off at the shoulders. He helped drag it off completely before he sat in awe of your body. Every curve, dimple, scar, stretch mark - all of it. He wanted to know all of you. You leaned forward, hooking one of your nails through the loop in his pants. Standing you dragged him to the bedroom before shoving him back. He watched you with pure love, or was it lust? You couldn’t find it in yourself to care at this moment. You dragged your fingernail through his shirt like a knife through butter. Feyd shoved his pants off. He was marvelous. Beautiful in every way. Every mark on his alabaster body entranced you. You longed to see him covered in blood. 

You climbed on top of him, pulling his neck to your mouth. You kissed and licked over the expanse of him. Lips kissing up to his. You nipped his lip drawing a drop of blood.

“You like to bite?” he asked playfully, wiping his blood over your lips. 

You licked over you lips, closing your eyes to savor him. “Sanguines were rather animalistic and primal beings. It's what made them so powerful. It comes out occasionally in me, especially since I was cursed with the need for blood. Something in me hungers for more.” you said kissing his chest and sucking harsh marks into his beautiful skin. 

“There is beauty in ferocity,” he replied. 

Your eyes met his, “Bite me. Drink me. Love me.” he said in a breathy whisper, almost begging you. 

Your hand grasped his cock, gently leading it to your dripping cunt. He slid in easily but it was still an adjustment. You shuddered at the feeling. Feyd’s arms held you close, he brushed your sweaty hair to the side. “Are you alright?” he asked softly, refraining with all his might from pounding into you. 

You nodded, slowly starting to roll your hips. You found a pace quickly that hit the most wonderful spot inside you. You were lost in ecstasy as you sank your fangs into his shoulder, sucking in his sweet crimson. The visions you saw were of you and how consumed he was with you. You felt it - love. He loved you, it was more than lust. You moaned out, speeding up your hips. Feyd couldn’t stand it, he started meeting your hips with his. You nipped at him randomly. Seeing his blood drip over his white skin made the fire in your boil over. “Harder… faster…” you moaned.

Feyd bit into your shoulder, drawing blood himself as he slammed into you at a ridiculous pace. You cried out as you came, shaking violently. Feyd held you close, licking and kissing over the bite he left behind. You looked at his chest, blood smeared and dribbled over him. “Perfect…” you said breathlessly as you licked over some of the blood. 

Feyd laid you down gently. “I will never tire of this…” he said with a chuckle.

You smiled, starting to drift off to sleep as the exhaustion set in. 

“I love you so, my darling wife.” Feyd whispered as he kissed over your stomach before pulling a blanket over you.

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Naboo's Note:

Hello! Finally back on my Feyd Rautha kick. This might be the end of this series mostly because I'm not sure where to go with the story but if inspiration strikes I will surely post more. I hope ya'll like it - I know it was a long time coming for these two idiots to fuck. Anyways - hope to post other stuff soon! XOXOXOXOXOX!!!!!!!

[yeoosaangg]

៹ CHURCH || KINKTOBER ─ DAY 15

➛ PAIRING:: NA JAEMIN × FEM!READER

➛ NOW PLAYING:: CHURCH — CHASE ATLANTIC

⤷ ❝AND I'LL KEEP LEADING YOU ON IF YOU KEEP LEADING ME INTO YOUR ROOM.❞

➛ GENRE:: ANGST, COLLEGE!AU, SITUATIONSHIP, SMUT

➛ WARNINGS:: MIRROR SEX, BREEDING KINK, CHOKING, FINGERING, MARKING, PRAISE

── ⋆ ⋆ ── 𔘓 ── ⋆ ⋆ ──

Everyone in your new town warned you - do not get involved with Na Jaemin.

It was odd to be told that right out the gate, but you complied. It was a small town, with one university for the locals to attend if they wish to remain in familiar territory.

You chose this college because it's where your mom grew up. She passed away last year and you wanted to fulfill her wishes of seeing the place.

Your dad wasn't enthusiastic in moving there, but he'll do what your mom said because he still loves her.

And when you met a few people, they'd tell you about everyone's business. Literally.

The head cheeleader? Sleeping with the football coach.

The football captain? Sleeping with the music teacher.

Na Jaemin? Stay away from him.

You listened to your new friends for a while; you did not want to be a part of the drama. But because you were "fresh", you had caught his attention next.

Jaemin: One date. I swear you won't regret it.

Y/n: No thanks. Have a nice day.

He didn't give up until you finally cracked. He took the opportunity to approach you when he found out your friends didn't have classes for the day.

Jaemin: I'm serious, let me take you on a date.

This time around, you caved - only to get him to back off!

But after the one date, you both couldn't stay away from each other. You, because he made you feel alive. Him, because you're the perfect little fuckdoll.

Every other girl in that town was so eager to sleep with him, he did it to shut them up and never go back.

But you, wow you couldn't have been more perfect. A virgin willing to let him teach you how to please him? Why would he ever say no to that?

And then the inevitable happened - you fell in love with him.

You knew, by the caution of others, that he wasn't one for commitment. He'll fuck a girl once and never go back. But you felt special because he did come back. Multiple times, in fact.

Everytime you'd bring up a possible relationship, he shuts it down and distracts you with his kisses.

You couldn't take it anymore and decided cut him off if he wasn't going to take you seriously.

Jaemin: C'mon, angel. Don't throw us away.

Y/n: There is no us, Jaemin. You made sure of that.

And you kept your word. You stopped seeing him in secrecy, occupying yourself with your studies. You even met a guy who makes you laugh and feel important.

And Jaemin made a fool of himself by picking a fight with him during one of the lunch breaks.

Juyeon: What the fuck is your problem, dude?

Jaemin: You're my fucking problem, Lee Juyeon. Stay the fuck away from Y/n.

Juyeon: Why should I? Because she agreed to go on a date with me after rejecting you for months?

Jaemin: She's mine. I don't fucking share.

Juyeon: She's no one's property, Na. No wonder she hates you.

That set Jaemin off. He doesn't even know what he's doing, all he knows is he's angry and Juyeon's his target. Lefts and rights collide onto his jaw, drawing blood.

It wasn't until he heard your voice that he finally stops beating the man to a pulp.

Y/n: What the fuck is wrong with you?

Jaemin: Baby, I can expl-

Y/n: Shut up. Just stay the fuck away from me.

You crouch down, helping Juyeon to his feet. You were going to accompany him to the infirmary, but Jaemin wasn't having it.

You yelp when he lifts you off the ground, making his way out of the dining hall and out to the student parking lot. He opens his car and makes sure to put your seatbelt on.

You try to get out, but the door stays locked. Did he child proof it? Such an asshole.

All your friends were in distress as they saw you trying to get out. Jaemin drives off in the direction of his apartment that no one knew belongs to him.

No one except you.

Y/n: Jaemin, please. Just forget about me.

Jaemin: You're fucking crazy if you think I'll listen to that stupid request. I don't want other men touching what's mine.

Y/n: I'm not yours.

Jaemin: Why do you keep saying that? I'm the one that took your virginity, first kiss, first everything! That makes you mine.

Y/n: No, it doesn't. It just means I trusted you at the time.

Jaemin: You don't trust me now?

Y/n: Not with the way you're acting.

If you weren't looking at him, you'd miss the tears streaming down his face.

He never cries.

Jaemin: Baby, please don't say things like that. It hurts to hear you say you don't trust me.

Y/n: Why are you crying? You don't even care about me the way I needed you to.

Jaemin: I want to.

What?

Jaemin: I want to care about you that way, but I don't know how. You're the first girl I've ever felt something more with than just lust. And it fucking terrifies me. But when you left? I felt like I was dying, angel.

This can't be happening right now.

He pulls into the apartment complex's parking garage, and both of you just sit in silence until he speaks up.

Jaemin: Please don't leave me.

Y/n: I can't keep doimg this with you, Jaemin.

Jaemin: Why not?

He looks so sad, an emotion he never displays. You don't want to give in, in case it's all an act.

Y/n: You don't like me that way, Jaemin.

Jaemin: And how would you know that?

You don't, but if he did he would've asked you out when you voiced your affection.

Jaemin: Come upstairs with me. I'll show you that I'm serious about this.

You should've known better than to listen because now he has you on our knees in front of a large, full length mirror.

Jaemin: Remember that conversation we had when we started this?

Y/n: How could I forget?

He asked you what your biggest fantasy in bed was, so you naturally replied with the truth - to be fucked in front of a mirror.

He never gave you that fantasy back then, just stored the information for later.

Your breath hitches when he starts to undress you.

He pauses a bit when he senses your hesitation. Despite his past actions, he meant everything he said on the way there.

Jaemin: Do you want this?

Y/n: Yes.

Jaemin: Are you sure?

Y/n: I want to see if you're telling the truth.

He tries to smile, but it just falls.

He knows it's going to take a lot more than just fucking you to show that he's serious about you. He'll gladly spend months, even years, proving himself to you.

Jaemin continues to undress you, touching everywhere with such tenderness. He usually gets straight to the point and fucks you dumb.

But this wasn't just any rendezvous hookup, you're his everything. And he wants to show you that.

He starts fondling your breasts, using his fingers to stimulate your nipples.

You hate how his touch instantly relaxes you. You don't want to admit it, but you've missed him.

Jaemin: I've never had someone consume every part of my mind, body, and soul the way you have, princess. But, fuck, I don't want that to stop.

Y/n: Really?

Jaemin: Mhm. I can't lose you again, baby. I was already feeling crazy this time around. Next time, I fear I'll do something reckless.

Y/n: You think there'll be a next time?

Jaemin: I have to be realistic. This is all new to me, and I'm bound to make mistakes. But I hope you can find it in your heart to see that I'm trying. For you.

You lay your head against his shoulder, grinding down on his clothed erection.

Y/n: We'll figure it out if the time comes. For now, show me that you mean what you're saying.

He nods, kissing you deeply as his hand travels down to your clit. A moan falls passed your lips - right next to his ear - from finally being touched.

He slides his finger up and down your folds, loving the way your eyes are trained at the mirror. He can see you biting your bottom lip at the sight.

He shoves two fingers inside, making you choke on your moan. He just pumps his fingers rapidly, eventually adding another.

Jaemin: Keep looking, baby. Want you to see how gorgeous you look when you cum for me.

He starts painting your neck with lots of dark marks, staring at you through the mirror. You cum all over his fingers and the floor.

Jaemin: Beautiful.

You watch yourself catch your breath, a smile curling at the corners of your lips. That was so hot, you want more.

He undresses himself, and then positions himself right behind you. He hooks his arm to both of yours, lining his hard cock to your pussy.

Jaemin: Do not look away. Want you to see just how much of a goddess you are when I fuck you. Can you do that for me, angel?

You nod, wiggling your ass so he can put it in already.

He chuckles, bottoming out with no hesitation. He knows you can take his big size perfectly.

You watch yourself ceumble as his thrusts get rougher and slower. He wants you to feel his cock stretching your gummy walls - and, fuck, do you feel it.

Jaemin: You look so pretty taking all of my cock, princess.

He reaches around to hold you by the throat, letting go of your arms in the process. You scream, cumming again from the sensitivity.

He doesn't stop ramming his dick into you, loving the way your face is contorting to one of pure pleasure.

The way he's choking you forces the eye contact you have to make through the mirror. You love the way he's also moaning along with you - usually he grunts quietly.

Jaemin: You're doing so good, baby. Love the way your cunt begs for my cock. Did you miss me, too?

Y/n: So much!

It was hard to speak with his hand around your throat, so a short and simple answer will suffice. He didn't mind, though - your eyes tell him everything.

Jaemin: You want to cum again, don't you? Go ahead, love. Cum all over my cock.

It was like his words activated another orgasm. You can feel your essence dripping down your thighs and onto his.

You feel him fill you up, moaning as the warm liquid paints your gummy walls.

But he still wasn't done.

He pushes your head down onto the ground, chin up so you can still see yourselves.

Jaemin: Gonna get you pregnant, angel. Fill you up so no other man thinks he has a chance with you. They're gonna see how happy we are and get jealous.

You moan, clenching around his cock. You honestly love that idea more than you should.

Jaemin: You like that, don't you princess? Then I'll make it happen.

He continues to pound your pussy, the position allowing him to fuck you deeper than ever. He just abuses your hole until you're filled with three loads of his kids.

He kisses your shoulders, winking at you while his hips smack against your ass.

Jaemin: Look at you falling apart, baby. Think you can cum for me one more time?

Y/n: Mhm.

You can't even speak anymore with how good his cock is opening you up. You both cum one last time, staying in the position until he can properly pull out.

Jaemin: Keep your ass up. Don't want to watch anymore cum escape.

All you could do was listen because your body was twitching from getting fucked dumb by him.

He comes back and gently inserts a plug in your cunt, kissing in between your thighs to help distract you.

Jaemin: I'm running a bath. I'll take good care of you, my princess.

You just let him carry you into the bathroom.

He doesn't get in the tub with you, choosing to focus on you instead. He washes your hair and body so delicately, you'd think he was handling glass.

Y/n: Is it too soon to say the L word?

He freezes for a moment before he smiles at you.

Jaemin: Yeah. But I'll let you know when we can, okay?

Y/n: Okay.

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a/n: yeah, i jinxed myself. gonna go sleep (,,•﹏•,,) thank you for reading ‹𝟹

[depression-napping]

FFVII Ever Crisis has a Japanese-only dub right now, so just in case anyone wants to know what Vincent says during battles, I did a quick translation below. This is by no means complete or perfect, but you can get a sense for what he might say in the next installment of FFVIIR :)

Before battle

これも私の罰か

Kore mo watashi no batsu ka?

Is this also my punishment?

(OK SO I could not make out “batsu” for the longest time because he has kind of a lisp (so cute) and it sounds like he’s saying “bashhu” instead (which makes zero sense) so when I looked up the possible phonetics, “batsu” came up and I was like OF COURSE HE WOULD SAY THAT 😭)

さあ、やるか

Saa, yaru ka?

Well, shall we (do it)? (“It” being battle haha)

お出ましか

O-demashi ka?

Are you coming?

(This is likely is addressed to his teammates as in, are you going (to fight)? I’m still trying to think of a better translation…)

(Edit: He drops the last vowel in demashi so I was wondering if he maybe said o-demashou which would change the meaning to something like “shall we begin?” Still not 100% sure on this one)

フ… 面白い　Hm… interesting

Hu… Omoshiroi

(Omoshiroi can also mean “how amusing”.)

During battle

呼んだか？

Yonda ka?

You called?

(When switching to his character in battle)

こうたいだ - Fall back!

Koutai da

(Edit: 7/21: I keep going back and forth about what this means specifically, whether he is saying 後退“Fall back/retreat” or something more like 交代 “My turn”. Both sound the same in Japanese but I don’t have kanji to help here lol. Usually “my turn” is translated as 私の出番 “watashi no deban” which is what Aeris says incidentally, but deban is kind of a childish word, so this sounds like Vincent’s more formal way of saying the same thing.)

Special attack:

動くな　Ugoku na - Don’t move.

さらば　Saraba - Farewell.

受け取れ　Uketore - Take this!

じゃ、な　Jya na - Goodbye.

After Battle - Victory:

終わったな　

Owatta na

It’s over.

こんなものだ。

Konna mono da.

It’s something like that.

(I’d translate this as something punchier... Like he’s saying“No sweat” but cooler ✨)

Defeat

フ… 似合いの結末だ

Hu… Niai no ketsumatsu da

Hmph… A fitting ending.

ついに終わりか？

Tsui ni owari ka?

At last, is this the end?

(7/21: Here’s the one I was missing. This is like identical to one of his Dirge defeat lines ❤️)

If he falls in battle:

闇が近い

Yami ga chikai…

Darkness is near…

(Edit 7/21: I misheard this line the first couple of times due to battle sound effects, but I finally heard him clearly this time and it’s so perfect ❤️ haha)

If you retire from battle:

今度こそ、永遠の眠りを…

Kondo koso, eien no nemuri wo…

This time, forever will I sleep…

—-

Kinda standard stuff, but anything he says sounds so good in Suzuki-san’s voice ❤️

[hannie-dul-set]

Hi hi! How about jaemin? 🫣

I've been into him since he posted him wearing spec on ig 😭😭

[an untouched cooler of strawberry and vanilla]. na jaemin still remembers that your favorite popsicle flavor is vanilla strawberry swirl. 

it’s just the perfect amount of sweet, you said. the fruity taste of strawberry mixed with the mild vanilla can make me eat ten popsicles in one sitting. jaemin never really shared the sentiment, going as far gracing you with a horrified expression when you forced him to taste it before. he still remembers the gross flavor on his tongue. he still remembers how much sweeter your laughter sounded— sweeter than the ice cream flavor you loved so much.

“na jaemin! why the hell is this entire cooler filled with nothing but strawberry ice cream?!”

maybe because he heard you’re finally showing up to the gathering this summer. maybe because he’s been waiting for you to finally show up after all those unreturned invitations for the past six years.

“you’re lactose intolerant! and you don’t even like strawberries!”

who cares? he’d die choking on milk and strawberries if you tell him to (maybe that’s a stretch, but the sentiment is there).

“hey, where are you going?!”

he hears the gates of his family’s vacation house rattle open. a familiar greeting, a familiar welcome. the voice of his mom, the voice of yours— all of which rapidly grow louder when he runs down the hallway, bumping into mark who’s carrying fruit trays and canned soda, runs down the staircase, breezing past chenle who has a pool floatie caught around his waist, until he finally reaches the main foyer, screeches into a quick halt, and then ah. 

“oh my! i’m happy that your daughter finally found the time to join our summer gatherings together. when was the last time you’ve been here again, sweetie?”

just like how he still remembers your favorite ice cream flavor, his memory of how pretty you are remains unchanged.

“now that everyone’s here, i guess we can start the barbecue!”

well. not all things can remain the same. not all things can stay still like stagnant water. the barbecue starts, and jaemin is manning the grill with haechan— who’s still pressed because he ran from him earlier— now even more pissed because, “dude, the meat is fucking burning. where the hell is your head at?’

his head is turned exactly thirty-seven degrees away from where it should be— pointed at the direction of the pool ledge where you’re sitting, dipping your feet in the water, but it’s not just you there.

jeno is there too. with matching melona bars in hand.

haechan hisses out a swear when the fire burns his side of the meat into char. you didn’t even spare him anything beyond an awkward smile at the front door earlier. the cooler of strawberry swirls remains untouched. haechan kicks him out from grilling duty until further notice, but na jaemin isn’t one to sit around and do nothing. 

“hey.”

somehow, his feet lead him to the edge of the pool. you look up at him. jeno looks up at him. your half-eaten melona bars mocking him in plain sight. he feels five other eyes staring at him, but that doesn’t matter right now.

“we’re missing some plates and utensils on the table. mind helping me get them from the kitchen?”

what matters is making sure that not all things have changed. 

“i missed you.”

and he gets that confirmation when the kitchen curtains draw close, your popsicle hits the tiles, and you don’t push him away when he sinks himself into your warmth, arms wrapped around you, and strawberry vanilla has never smelled sweeter than when he’s taking in the scent from your hair and neck.

“thanks,” you say— the first time he’s heard your voice again after those god awful years. it’s dry, there’s snark in your tone, and god he could die right now and say thank you to the heavens because you haven’t changed one bit. “but if you really did, why’d it take you so long for you to say it then?”

there’s knot in his throat. there’s a gap between you when jaemin pulls himself off, pulls himself together. but just when he’s about to fill you in on the past six years— why things ended, why he couldn’t say a word, why he’s never stopped missing the memory of you smiling through your teeth in between the strawberry-vanilla dessert— the kitchen doors slide open.

“hyung.”

and the smell of rusty chlorine rinses the air.

“the food is ready. time to eat.”

send me a kpop boy (txt/enha/zb1/bnd/dream) to toss into reverse harem hell!

[neocults26]

anything for u...<3

Na jaemin would do anything for you. He would do the simplest to the hardest tasks for you, and all he wants in return is for u to just sit back and relax.

So when you came back home to a warm, cosy atmosphere, u weren't surprised, but instead, you were just so happy that u had this man in ur life. You were too tired to show gratitude towards jaemin, but u still walk into the kitchen and see ur lovely boyfriend preparing a beautiful feast for the both of u. He notices ur presence and is shocked as he didn't hear u, but he rushes over, taking your bag and guiding u to an empty chair. He settles the last of things he needed and also sits down, and you two have a small talk ( mostly u sharing ur day and him just admiring u with the look of love in his pretty eyes). Soon enough, u grab ur utensil to dig in, but stop by jaemin's hand grabbing urs whilst the other is busy trying to feed u and so u accept his offer and u two just share a meal in ur apartment and although it may not be much jaemin always tries to make the most of because he'll do anything for u...<3

You just woke up and felt so tired and sore from yesterday, so u naturally lean in to other other side of the bed, but all u feel is cold and emptiness. Soon enough, ur fully awake, and u check the time on ur phone. However, u hear small thuds approaching ur bedroom and see jaemin with a tray full of delicious food and as expected they were for u because he'll do anything for u ...<3

Both of u are sitting on the sofa, and u have ur fav TV show playing. All while this happens, ur legs and feet are being messaged by ur sweet boyfriend. You were feeling so in love, causing ur heart to do flips as the reason being when u asked jaemin to press ur feet he simply obeyed and it made u melt but for him it's because he'll do anything for u...<3

You were getting stressed all because of ur makeup as it wasn't turning out right, and u didn't have much time, so as u did ur makeup ur actions were getting more aggressive by second and it frustrated you causing u to slam ur makeup brush. Tears pooled in ur eyes as ur fists clenched, and u looked in the mirror-ur makeup was getting ruined. You suddenly heard a knock on the door, and it opened, revealing jaemin with a face filled with concern and eyes as soft as fluff. He took ur hand in his and started caressing ur cheek with the other, making u feel a little bit better. You explained what happened, and all his attention was on u and how pretty u looked even if ur makeup was ruined. Soon after, he gently spoke, giving you some comfort and just making u feel better with just his words. He made everything less worrisome and just more relaxing as he spoke it was just perfect he was just so perfect. On the other hand, he was proud to see how his words had an effect on you and how it made u feel instantly better and much happier. It was all because he'll do anything for u...<3

Jaemin loved using nicknames like princess, baby, pretty girl, babe, honey and etc. It made u feel so happy and appreciated whenever he calls u them, plus it also made him happy seeing the cute smile on ur face. Anything for u...<3

Jaemin loves giving small gifts, and u like receiving them because in past relationships, u barely used to get gifts, so this was a new thing for u when jaemin first gave u a gift which contained a really pretty necklace with a butterfly. When jaemin found out about ur past relationships and the affection given to u he wasn't pleased at all he was angry at how they didn't even appreciate such a beautiful girl as it was just irresistible for him to do. From then on, jaemin gave u small gifts from time to time because he'll do anything for u...<3

Overall, na jaemin loves u with all his heart, and he'll do anything for u...<3

THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH IF U MADE IT TO THE END💖💖💖🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🎀

[arrowofcarnations]

“Do that again- Shit, just like that, right there.” Sounds like it would be said amongst the cubs to me 👀👀👀

It sure does, doesn't it?

(Rating: E)

Character credit to @lumosinlove <3

~~**~~**~~

Leo blinked up at the ceiling fan, trying to focus on the steady whirr of its blades—on anything that would keep him from losing it this soon. Finn's mouth had always been fatal to his stamina.

A wet, slurping kiss to his inner thigh sent a shiver rocketing through him. Had Finn made that yearning sound just now? No, couldn't have been him—his mouth was occupied with taking Leo apart as fast as physically possible, or so it seemed. And Logan was grinning lazily at him from where he'd flopped onto his back an arm's length away, basking in his own three-round afterglow and looking like some sort of debauched oil painting, filthy and beautiful in equal measure. Must've come out of his own mouth, then.

"Finn," Leo whined, and was rewarded with another kiss, this time just above his hole.

"Finn," Leo said again, louder this time; a clever tongue circled his rim and then flattened against him, giving him the broad laves that had unraveled him at warp speed in the first place. Leo's back arched, but Finn's hands were tight under his knees, holding his legs open and back to give himself all the room he wanted.

"Do that again," he pleaded and was, again, rewarded. Finn was particularly eager to please tonight, hungry for their pleasure, and Leo would always be weak for it. "Shit, just like that, right there."

"Bossy," Logan piped up, sounding delighted as he scooted closer until their heads rested on the same pillow. His lips were slow and indulgent against Leo's, at odds with Leo's pounding heart and building desperation.

Leo's heart and cock throbbed when Logan nuzzled their noses together just as Finn tucked two fingers inside him, right alongside his relentless mouth. Logan's flush deepened as another high-pitched sound was wrenched out of him. "Close, soleil? Gonna give Harzy what he wants?"

Oh, no, Leo thought helplessly. He whimpered as his legs trembled uncontrollably on either side of Finn's head. He stood no chance of lasting beyond the next minute if Logan's mouth was joining in.

"He wants it so bad," Logan continued, petting a hand down Leo's chest and tweaking a nipple just to make him shake harder. "His jaw must hurt after all the time he spent on me, but look how hard he's trying for you. Loves you so much, wants you to come so hard."

Finn didn't stop to speak—like a man possessed, that one, especially when his partner's orgasm was in sight—but he moaned an uh-huh right against Leo's burning skin. Leo had to shut his eyes, head tipping back on the bunched-up pillow and leaving his straining neck exposed for an onslaught of Logan kisses.

"Gonna," he heard himself warn, feeling himself tipping over the edge. The fingers inside him crooked just so; his gasp might as well have been a scream for how loud it was. "Finn, Finn, Finn, gon—na—uh!"

It took both of them to keep him on the bed and against Finn's face as the pleasure crested again and again in breath-stealing waves. Logan fumbled for a loose hold on Leo’s cock and groaned as his hand was dripping in mere seconds. Finn gentled his mouth and stilled his fingers but stayed there until every last jolt and shudder and pulse of Leo's body had faded, leaving him heavy and pliant beneath their touch.

That clever, gorgeous, dangerous mouth left a parting kiss against his hole as the fingers inside him slid out carefully, and he twitched away from it, sensitive and wrung-out now. All he had to do was hold out his arms, and he was suddenly the center of a perfect cuddle, Finn and Logan curled up on either side of him as they all caught their breaths.

He turned his head to meet Finn's eyes, gently massaging his overworked jaw with one hand while the other pet Logan's hair. "Did you...?"

Finn kissed the heel of his hand. "Mhm. On your thighs, baby. You're pretty messy." His smile got that crooked, playful slant to it that Leo adored. "And pretty, and messy. Very pretty. Very messy."

"Could be messier," Logan offered, stroking Leo's hip.

"Oh god," Leo laughed. "Need a nap first. Y'all're tryin' to kill me."

"Aw, he's getting all Southern on us," Finn said. Leo didn't know how he was chattering away; his jaw must be screaming at him, but Finn could be stubborn.

Leo kissed his cheek, then the point of his nose. "You fucked the city right outta me," he agreed, smiling at their laughter. "Nap?"

"Nap," Logan said, snuggling in further.

"Nap," Finn chorused, letting his eyes close. "Love you, Butter."

Leo waited for Finn's breathing to even out and to feel the telltale twitch of Logan's limbs before succumbing to sleep himself. They had all night, but he didn't want to miss a single moment with them.

[miss-hyoko]

A New Life

Character(s): Lilia

Summary: You and Lilia start a new life after withdrawing from the war

Tag(s) and warning(s): GN!Reader, fluff, platonic but can be read as romantic, reader is NOT Yuu, childhood friends, crack, domestic life, a little spoiler about Lilia's past, little Malleus makes a cameo

Note: This fic is kinda like a missing scene from this childhood friend headcanon, but you don't need to read that to understand this

After withdrawing from the front line, you and Lilia chose to live together in a house located near the palace, taking into consideration that Lilia still works as a Royal Guard.

While Lilia's continuing his work at the palace, you settled down as a local physician, healing anyone who came to your house for treatment. You treat everyone, fae or human, without asking for a penny. Knowing you will refuse their money, they then decide to give you something else as a token of their gratitude. Every so often, it's their crop, sometimes it's their livestock, sometimes it's home cooking, and some even give you cloth or little trinkets they make.

All of that, coupled with Lilia's income as a Royal Guard, makes the lives more than enough for the both of you

You enjoy your current lifestyle. Living with your dear childhood friend, in a small, humble house owned by the two of you. Everything is perfect. So calm, peaceful, and more importantly, far from the brutality of war.

You thought life couldn't be better than it already is, but that assumption of yours was proven wrong when one day Lilia came home with a surprise. A pleasant surprise that makes your days even better.

***

"Lilia, whose child is that?"

Hearing the sound of the door opening, you hurriedly turned off the stove to welcome your childhood friend home. But as soon as you arrive at the doorstep, your attention is immediately drawn to the little boy in his arms.

The boy had hair that was as black as night, a pair of emeralds-like eyes, and two small horns perched on top of his head. His appearance reminds you of someone, but who?

"Ah, (Name)!" Noticing your presence, Lilia walked excitedly to you, making the child in his arms flinched in surprise and hide deeper into his chest.

"This is Malleus, the boy in the palace that I often tell you about! Isn't he adorable?" Lilia rubbed his cheek against the child's head, being careful not to get pierced by the horn.

You tilted your head slightly, trying to remember the stories Lilia once told every time he returned from the palace.

Hmm… the palace, a fae child, and those familiar appearances...

"Ah! Is he the Queen's grandson? The new prince who was born not long ago? The one that accidentally burned your hair?"

Lilia nodded his head to answer all of your questions, "Yup, you're absolutely right! This is that kid, Malleus Draconia!"

"I see... so, he's our prince."

You turned your attention to Malleus who was being carried by Lilia. Giving the friendliest smile you had, you extended your hand to the little fae and started introducing yourself.

"Hello, little prince. My name is (Name) (Last Name), I'm Lilia's friend. I've heard many stories about you from Lilia, it was nice to have finally met you!"

Malleus looked at you and your outstretched hand in turn, then he looked back at Lilia with eyes full of uncertainity.

Seeing the puzzled expression painting the prince's face, Lilia chuckled slightly and nodded his head, saying, "Go on, you can hold their hand. They're my friend, they won't hurt you. So, you don't have to be afraid."

Hearing Lilia's assurance, Malleus then looked back at you, who were still stretching out your hand while smiling at him. Although a little hesitant, Malleus slowly stretched out his hand and clasped your hand back.

"Na-naish to mith yuu…," he whispered a little shyly, red blush adorning his chubby cheeks.

If you wasn't aware of his identity as a prince, you would love to pinch those chubby cheeks and kiss them countless times. His cuteness is too much! As expected of Briar Valley's prince!

Huh? Wait a minute… Why does it feel like something is wrong?

!

"LILIA! WHY DID YOU BRING THE PRINCE OUT OF THE PALACE?!"

"Ouch! Don't hit me, (Name)!"

"YOU STILL DARE TO TALK BACK?!"

"W-woah! Careful, (Name)! I'm still holding Malleus!"

"PUT HIM DOWN FIRST ON THE SOFA, AND THEN WE TWO CAN CONTINUE TALKING!"

***

After learning that Lilia took Malleus out of the palace at the behest of the Queen, who wanted her grandson to see his homeland, you finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"You hurt me, (Name), to think you thought of me as someone who dared to kidnap the prince of our country." Lilia complained while playing dolls with Malleus at the dinner table.

"I'm sorry, okay?" You said, coming out of the kitchen with a bowl of warm porridge, "Besides, it was partially your fault for not telling me that you were going to come home with the prince."

Taking the nearest seat, you sat on the other side of Malleus, making the little fae seated between you and Lilia.

"It was supposed to be a surprise, so naturally I won't tell you." Lilia pursed his lips, trying to defend himself.

You can only sigh, not knowing what else to say about Lilia's odd antics. Instead, you scoop up the porridge you made, blow it until it's slightly cool, then feed Malleus, who's still busy playing with a doll you got from one of your patients.

"So, the Queen gave you an order to take care of the prince? Wouldn't that mean, you're now the prince's caretaker?"

"Yeah, you can call it like that." Taking the doll from Malleus' hand, Lilia used his magic to make the doll dance, making the little fae clap his hands happily.

Seeing that Malleus' mouth was empty again, you then took another spoonful of porridge and fed him again. Meanwhile, Lilia continue controlling the doll to entertain Malleus so that he can finish eating quickly.

When the porridge in the bowl is almost gone, you suddenly realize something important.

"Lilia."

"Hmm?"

"Do you know how to take care of a fae child?"

"...."

Hearing no reply from your childhood friend, you turn your eyes towards him and find Lilia smiling mischievously at you.

"Care to guess the reason I brought Malleus here?"

Oh, you have bad feelings about this.

"Say, old friend, what do you think about the two of us raising a child together?"

Great Sevens, please give me more patience to face this childhood friend of mine.

***

"Huh? How do I raise my fae child?"

The patient in front of you seemed a little taken aback hearing your sudden question. You're also actually a bit awkward to ask that, considering until this moment you yourself are still single, but all this is necessary for the future of Briar Valley.

You've had enough of Lilia's attempts to take care of Malleus just by relying on his 'nanny instinct'. What kind of 'nanny instinct' did he have that made him feel practicing advanced magic spells with a LITERAL child was a good idea? Whatever it is, you no longer want to trust Lilia's 'nanny instinct'.

Since then, you've frequently asked every patient who comes for your treatment about how they take care of their fae child. After asking different people many times, and occasionally getting meaningful smiles from some patients, you finally managed to gather all the answers into a small book that you titled 'Tips and Tricks for Taking Care of fae child that Even Idiots Can Understand'.

"Why are you giving me this book, (Name)?" Lilia gaped dramatically when you gave him that book, "Don't you believe my ability as a caretaker?"

"Absolutely not." You answer quickly without a second thought while rocking Malleus to sleep.

Vaguely, you can hear Lilia's sulking about how you, his childhood friend who he has grown up with, don't trust his 'nanny instinct'. But before long, you also hear pages being turned, a sign that Lilia is starting to read your book. Soon, all you can hear in Malleus' room is your humming sound and occasionally the pages of the book being flipped.

After confirming that Malleus was indeed sound asleep, you slowly laid him back into his crib and tucked the blanket under his arm.

When you turn around, you find Lilia leaning against the wall, one hand holding your book while the other turns the page, and a rare gentle smile adorning his face. You always knew that Lilia was very good-looking, but this time, under the dim lighting of the room, he looks so breathtaking, like a painting that has come to life.

Fascinated, you don't realize how long you've been watching his face. You only woke up from your daydream when you heard Lilia's low chuckle. Didn't know since when, he was already in front of you, face just an inch away from yours. His long hair swayed along with his every move, framing that attractive face perfectly.

"Is my face to your liking, (Name)?" he teased, making you instantly flush in embarrassment.

"You-"

"Shh."

A cold finger lands on your lips, making you spontaneously swallow whatever you want to say. You looked at Lilia nervously, not knowing what else the fae would do next.

With narrowed eyes and a mischievous smile, Lilia held up the book he had been reading earlier.

"Page seventeen, paragraph three. Don't make noise near fae child who has just fallen asleep. There's a chance that they will unconsciously release their magic to attack you. Don't tell me that you have forgotten what you wrote yourself?"

You closed your eyes, giving not the slightest response to Lilia's words. Let alone respond, you didn't even really hear what Lilia was talking about. How could you do that when his face is so close to you to the point you can even feel his breath? If you open your eyes now and come face to face with Lilia's red eyes, there's no guarantee you won't become a stuttering mess.

You planned to keep closing your eyes until Lilia moved his face away, but suddenly, you felt two sturdy arms wrap around your body and pull you into a very familiar embrace. A hug that feels warm like the sun, comfortable like the softest pillow, and most importantly, it always makes you feel safe.

Just as you were about to relax your body, you felt Lilia put his head on your shoulder.

"If I didn't know you better, I would have mistakenly thought that you were a parent who had countless experience with children."

Lilia's breath tickles your neck when he speaks, making you squirm a little in his embrace. You tried to break free, but Lilia just chuckled softly and tightened his arms around you.

"You know, (Name)? I think you can be a good parent." He said, burying his face deeper into your shoulder.

"Now, all that's left is your partner, how about considering me as one?"

[fangirl--writes]

Jerome Valeska x Reader Drabble

Authors' Note: Little drabble based on this video: here.

It made me cackle.

________________________

You tiptoed down the hall the padding of your fuzzy socks absorbed your step as you snuck to the bathroom.

A sing song sort whistle  floated in your ears your grip on the pitcher tightened.  You almost felt bad…He was singing now at the top of his lungs, off key… your boyfriend was lost in his own world in the shower.

Too Perfect.

You could barely contain  the shit eating   smirk that started to overtake your face he was so in for it.

He, being Jerome Valeska, your boyfriend who had just  “returned” from a very brief stay in Arkham Asylum just last night bragging about his new record for shortest visit yet.

His ginger locks were a mess face full of grime and sweat and he smelled like a dumpster fire by the docks. Yet his ever present grin was there as he slung his arms around your shoulder nuzzling  in to kiss your cheek feverishly.

His hands sneakily drifted lower and lower stopping to squeeze your sides eliciting a squeak of surprise  before going to play with the zipper on your pants.

You shivered dropping your dish in the sink as his rough lips went down to work your neck starting to suck the tender spots in your nape.

“J..jer..ome~” you whined with a flushed face trying to wriggle free from his iron grasp. “you were only gone a few days..“

With a twist you slipped under his arm grabbing the counter corner for support.

“Ah but honey I just missed ya’ so much.” He stalked forward with his arms outstretched intent to wrap you up in his chest again. You recognized the haughty glint in his dark eyes swirling as he approached in your small kitchen.

Then it hit you again; the smell of low tide, wet dog and trash that REALLY needed to go out.

Your shoulders shook as you gagged.

“Sir. …No. No sir when was the last time you showered?” You retched holding a spoon out in defense.

At this the red head froze you could see  the hamster wheel working overtime  behind his eyes.

“Listen. You take a shower or a bath I’m not picky. Then we’ll talk.”

Needless to say he slept on the couch that night much to your dismay, you were going to have to deep clean the next afternoon .

The scream was abysmal, high pitched squeal of surprise that if you didn’t know any better was from a young child and not your manic red head who laughed in the face of death.

Your low snicker erupted into a fit of laughter your shoulders shaking  as you pulled the pitcher back stepping down from the stool you’d carefully hidden away earlier just for the occasion.

Your face flushed  rich crimson hues as you held your aching side hearing Jerome curse and squirm at the temperature change.

Payback

“AH Ah you little shit-“  Jerome growled acknowledging you directly his hand ripping back the shower curtain enough to peak out to reveal you red faced and howling.

With a quick breathe you poked your tongue out flashing a grin to match before  quickly turning to run  fully expectant to get away in victory until you felt the sudden pull of his soaking strong arms on the back of your damp shirt.

The pitcher fumbled from your hands hitting the floor as you shrieked “nA-NYOOOOOOOO” you grasped weakly at the counter top in attempt to save yourself from a watery grave.  

The edge slipped out from your fingers as a soaking wet hand wrapped around your middle further drenching you as he pulled you back into the shower still laughing like a maniac.

A wicked grin lined his lips his brows arched as he cackled at your poor misfortune-

“C’mere you..”  You heard him tease as your whole body fell back into his waiting arms.  Between abrupt giggles you squeaked feeling a tickle on your ribs. “NyOOO- No NO JEROWME.”

Escape was futile.

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[ask-the-four-lords]

Dear Lady Dimitrescu,

While I am no noble, I’m certainly not a manthing, so here’s a list of reasons why I would be a perfect candidate to be Daniela’s spouse. (HUY SPOUSE??? exag na)

Though before I get into that, how was your day? Was it pleasant? Did something inconvenient happen? If so, please tell me about it before thinking about slicing me to ribbons..

So, anyways, I will be giving my reason then explaining, so if you’ll give me a moment of your time, that would be splendid.

Reason 1: The usual ‘I’m kind, empathetic, caring, etc.’ spiel. I have evidence to back this up because I’m the therapist friend TM (charot). I don’t have receipts but my friends can vouch for me, I swear. I’m open-minded and not easily disgusted by things, so I have no problem with being around death and all that.

Reason 2: My music taste. It doesn’t really count BUT it should, because who would want to be with someone who only listens to rap or drill? I have a diverse music taste, including: jazz, classical, broadway/west end, pop, and rock. It doesn’t say much, but it basically does. Music taste is a large part of someone’s personality, and music is a thing people use to express themselves, hence the whole thing.

Reason 3: I’m educated. Thankfully, I am, and although many are, I’m also educated in pretty niche topics, so yippee!! I can’t exactly delve deep into it as it’s a bit complicated so I’ll leave it at that.

Reason 4: My hobbies! I love reading, so I’m sure it would be a good match with Daniela. I can also write, albeit not that well to an extent, but I can be poetic when I am. I love performing, especially acting. It’s like an escape for me, and I’m good at it too, thankfully. I also love learning about niche topics, and it’s something I’d love to share with someone. I love photography, and taking pictures whenever I see something beautiful. No doubt my SD card would be filled with photos of Daniela. (it’s giving.. autism? jk) But if she’s willing to listen, I could go on and on about certain topics.

Reason 5, hopefully the last reason, though I can still give more: My personality. It goes without a saying that personality plays a big role in spouses and their compatibility, and I (firmly) believe my personality is fit for Daniela. Although I can also be quite energetic at times, I can mostly keep calm and a level head. As I said before, I’m not easily disgusted and I don’t have a weak stomach, so I can handle all the blood and the killings n stuff. I can be silly at times, and serious at some. It’s a perfect match, I swear. I’m not judgmental, and I’m extra lesbian so yea..

All in all, I’m not quite sure if you can make your mind with these. I desperately hope you won’t slice me to ribbons for even suggesting the idea, but please try to keep an open mind. As always, have a good day.

— K.D.

Oooh, I like this one far better so far. Some actual manners, *cough cough* Odysseus. Still, it's almost improbable I will give up Daniela to anyone, I will listen to this one. Well, my day was perfectly acceptable, this is also an acceptable stalling tactic as in the event I decide to "slice you into ribbons" there will be no running. Although something rather inconvenient did happen, that tragic un-babysat toddler Heisenberg tried to get Moreau to decide if my wine or his repellant moonshine whiskey was better. That blathering freak chose his whiskey, then again that does confirm how repulsive and classless he is...

To your first reason: Yes, yes, blah blah, I've heard it all before. Especially from that clown who couldn't even get national clown college certification although it's probably best you can handle the viscera.

To your second reason: Good, as you may know I was a jazz performer. I'm in support of jazz and classical as genres so good for you. And yes, the ribbon treatment would be inevitable in the event you did say drill or rap.

To your third reason: *sighs* it's something, at least you're not entirely a peasant.

To your fourth reason: And on and on you have went although you still seem a better candidate for my darling Daniela as of yet but she still most likely won't be married for another century, I imagine. Still, House Dimitrescu will only accept those with true talent, so on the off-chance you have that than that will assist your chances.

To your fifth reason: Well... I don't even know how to respond to that. Daniela will decide that in the event you get as far as meeting her.

In conclusion, you are the best candidate so far but it's still more or less improbable you'll receive my sweet, lovely Daniela's hand. And I will keep an open mind, although if you test me, even slightly, you'll find your mind far-far too open, my claws do have a habit of "opening minds."

[mossynebula]

TRC as songs from Unreal Unearth (Hozier)

EXTREMLY long post but I think its worth reading, Buckle up!!

Ronan: (De Selby part 1)

"At last when all of the world is asleep"

"to the bliss of not knowin' yourself"

"Bhfuilis soranna sorcha Ach tagais 'nós na hoíche, Trína chéile" (You’re all bright ease But you come on like night Entangled)

Kavinsky: (De Selby part 2)

"I wanna run against the world thats turning"

"I wanna run so far, I'd beat the morning"

"I dont need to know where we begin and end"

Prokopenko: (First Time)

"And the soul, if that's what you'd call it, Uneasy ally of the body"

" And some part of me must have died, the first time that you called me baby, and some part of me came alive the first time that you called me baby"

"but fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself"

Gansey: (Francesca)

"My life was a storm since I was born"

"I'd tell them put me back in it"

"I would still be suprised I could find you Darlin', in any life"

Skovron: ( I, Carrion (Icarian))

"If the wind turns, if I hit a squall, Allow the ground to find it's brutal way to me"

"If these heights should bring my fall, Let me be your own, Icarian carrion"

" I only pray, don't fall away from me"

Jiang: (Eat Your Young)

" Let me wrap my teeth around the world"

"put in front of the table, sellin' bombs and gun"

" You can't buy this, fineness, let me see the heat get to you"

Adam and Blue: (Damage Gets Done)

" Without shame, two outfits to my name"

" I heard once, it's the comforts that make us feel numb"

" You and I had nothing to show but the best of the world in the palm of our hands"

"If the car ran, the car was enough"

" That first car was like wings on an angel"

"But I know being reckless and young, is not how the damage gets done"

Swan: (Who We Are)

"Gettin' through still has a cost"

"To hold me like water, or christ, hold me like a knife"

"Chasing someone else's dream"

Noah: (All Things End)

"If there was anyone to ever get through this life, with their heart still intact, they didn't do it right"

" All that we intend, is scrawled in sand, it slips right through our hand"

"Never watched my future darken in a single tear"

(The entire choir section)

Declan: (To someone from a warmer climate)

"Uiscefhuaraithe" (water-cooled)

"all my dreamin', is only put to shame"

"There are some things that no-one teaches you, love That God in his awful wisdom first programs in"

Matthew: (Butchered Tongue)

"As a child, it was the place names Singin' at me as the first thing How the mouth must be employed in every corner of itself To say "Appalacicola" or "Hushpukena, " like "Gweebarra" A promise softly sung of somewhere else"

"But feel at home, hearin' a music that few still understand A butchered tongue still singin' here above the ground"

"And have your guarded heart be lifted like a child up by the hand In some town that just means "Home" to them With no translator left to sound"

Lynch Brothers: (Anything But)

"I'd fit all my joys and my pleasures in one perfect day I wish I was the sunlight, just sitting on the Mississippi I'd settle for a shopping trolley in the Liffey"

"I don't wanna be anything But I would do anything just to run away I don't wanna be anything like this at all"

"Look, I wanna be loud, so loud, I'm talking seismic I wanna be soft as a single stone in a rainstick I wanna be the thunder of a hundred thousand hooves moving quick If I was a stampede, you wouldn't get a kick I wanna be the shadow when my bright future's behind me I wanna be the last thing anybody ever sees"

Fox Way: (Abstract (Psychopomp))

"The feeling came late I'm still glad I met you"

"The memory hurts But does me no harm Your hand in my pocket To keep us both warm The poor thing in the road Its eye still glistening The cold wet of your nose The Earth from a distance"

"The speed that you moved The screech of the cars The creature still moving That slowed in your arms The fear in its eyes Gone out in an instant Your tear caught the light"

Gangsey and Dream pack: (First Light)

"Your eyes open, at first a thousand miles away But turning, shoot a silver bullet point-blank range And I can scarce believe what I'm believing in Could this be how every day begins?"

"The sky set to burst The gold and the rust The colour erupts You filling my cup The sun coming up

Like I lived my whole life Before the first light"

"One bright morning goes so easy Darkness always finds you either way It creeps into the corners as the moment fades A voice your body jumps to calling out your name But after this I'm never gonna be the same And I am never going back again"

[lilacrwses]

▸ love at first goal

summary: Having able to watch a football game is not how you expect to meet your soulmate

ft: itoshi rin

note: reblogs are a big help :>

Your ideal idea definition of a perfect day off is just in bed eating salad watching netflix and just chilling. However, having your friend visit you she insisted on watching the ever so waited football match together than being alone.

You didn’t really like crowds making it as an excuse, but the gods weren’t really on your side when she mentioned she got two VIP seats at the stadium. You weren’t really surprised when she said that she sponsored the event.

“Come on y/n! I promise this is going to be the last one” She raises her right arm as she said it.

“You said that the last time…and the last time..and the last.. and the las-” She covered your mouth with her palm knowing that it would go on for minutes if she hadn’t stopped you.

“I know that but pleaseee! There are a lot of handsome players back there waiting for you. Maybe then you’ll find your soulmate.”

You thought about it for a second, it’s been 2 years since you’re supposed to find out your other half. Your friend, Emi already found hers, and you couldn’t be more happy for her. Maybe, you’ll give it a shot, it’s not going to be bad right

“Fine, I’ll go with you.” You rolled you eyes, plopping back to bed. “Please choose my clothes for me.” Emi doesn’t seem to mind as she opened your closet.

“You bought new clothes?” You turned your back over. “Na, those brands have been giving them to me. I rejected them but they insisted. It’s rude if I don’t accept.” You let out a big sigh watching Emi move from hanger to hanger.

“How bout this? We could also match.”

“Perfect.”

•••

“Of course, it would be crowded. It’s a national game, what do you expect?” You let out a huff after seeing how packed the stadium is.

There were murmurs that filled the room as you guys were passing by.

“It’s starting,”

“There you have it folks, I’m sure everyone is excited as today is a big game. Big players have gathered in this big arena, what team do you think will win folks?” The echoing voice of the commentator was rapidly covered by the roaring response of the fans.

You really wished you escaped the situation but your heart can’t seem to agree so. Beating rapidly while scanning the crowd hoping to have eye contact with your soulmate, but instead you got to share it to what you've been avoiding since you've arrived; the freaking commentators.

“Wow, what a beauty, as expected from a supermodel” You’re ears perked up at the mention of a familiar occupation.

Screams from different areas in the room was heard, as soon as they saw you.

“I should’ve worn something least flashy” You sarcastically smiled when you happened to pass your sight at your figure above the screen.

“Puh-lease, with that body of yours? Whatever you’ll wear you’ll stand out.”

“Still, It could have been…avoi..ded” You can’t manage to finish your sentence when you saw a pair of beautiful colored teal eyes right before you, and that is when you knew you had found your missing piece.

Your heart started to race at the unfamiliar feeling, and butterflies started to roam your stomach, clenching your chest you wanted this odd emotion to stop. Once again you looked at his eyes it was a sharp cold scenery.

"Name. what's your name?" His voice sounded so raspy as if he had just woken up from a great sleep. "Y/n L/n" you curtly replied to which he nodded and looked away for a while..

You may wonder why he doesn't seem interested in talking to you, but oh boy when you look a little bit closer his cheeks are tinted pink. He looked away because he was really bashful about the sudden encounter.

So many eyes have he made contact but with only yours has his heart beated. After what felt like forever he finally looked your way, still, having the slightest blush at the upper of his cheeks.

"I'm Rin, Itoshi Rin." Thankfully you heard his mumble in the midst of the noisy crowd. "Can we see each other later?" He scratches his nape you smiled at his cute antics and nodded. You didn't know where the confidence came from but you inched closer to him and whispered, "Well only if you'll have the first goal."

"Then, can I have my advance victory kiss?" You were taken aback, you could feel your face heat up. Rin intended it as a harmless joke but you took it seriously and placed a quick peck on his cheeks.

The striker's eyes widen but before he could say something you beat him to it "I think your teammates are calling you.." They pretty much saw the scene when he saw them reenacting the whole thing. But his teammates weren't the only ones who saw.

The whole stadium did.

"Wait for me?" you practically chuckled and nod your head "I think that's already given.".

Pretty much sure your interaction with Rin will get you featured in the news articles as the hottest picks.

[mieux-de-se-taire]

Danger Days - Part 2

Save Yourself - one of my favorites from Danger Days, definitely my favorite Danger Days intro, that simple opening melody is just so perfect, and then the lyrics, god the lyrics, every single line fucks so hard, and they’re arguably some of the best Gerard ever wrote, this song is just everything distilled: the anger and resentment while still being catchy and fun, the raw cynicism paired with the will and determination to live and care for others, the martyr complex in full force with contemplations on legacy and immortality, the song is just screaming “I’ll die for you! I’ll die for you!”, as a fuck you to the media and those who commodified their suffering and the suffering of their fans, and as a promise to their fans, I’ll protect you, I’ll die for you, I’ll die for you, and isn’t that the message underlying all of Danger Days and Conventional Weapons, christ, and then how legacy is tied into it: “We’re never leaving this place alive / But if we sing these words we’ll never die”, “We can live forever if you’ve got the time”,  “This ain’t about all the friends you’ve made / but the graffiti they write on your grave”, when making and joining a band saved your life but then spiraled out of control and fame threatened to tear you apart again but the very thing that’s killing you is also your legacy and the reason you will never die because you will always be remembered and hated and loved, and what kills you keeps you alive, the poison is the cure, oh my god, I don’t know if any of this is coherent, I love this song so fucking much 

Scarecrow - on the surface one of the happier songs MCR ever wrote, but stupidly devastating when you really listen to the lyrics and learn about the context and deeper meaning, still such a bright, summery, comforting song, one of the most important Danger Days songs I would argue, especially the lyric “Love won’t stop this bomb” (3:07), which is one of the central themes on this record, and as a follow up to save yourself, the repetition of the idea that the end is inevitable and they’re going to die, but instead of anger, scarecrow is more about comfort, it feels like a love letter to their fans, the band still acting as martyrs but focusing more on the listener: “He burns my skin / Never mind about the shape I’m in / I’ll keep you safe tonight”, and knowing that love won’t change anything, but caring anyway, man, maybe Geoff Rickly is right

Summertime - a great transition from Scarecrow by keeping the cheerier sound but actually making it joyful through some truly tender and sweet lyrics, it’s so sappy, almost excessively so, but there’s something so pure and genuine about it, which I think is one of Gerard’s greatest strengths as a writer and a singer, to be able to write very simple lines that would otherwise sound cheesy and phony (think Famous Last Words “I am not afraid to keep on living / I am not afraid to walk this world alone”) but delivering them in way that feels so honest and resolute and making you believe everything they say, it’s also interesting how unabashedly positive it is considering the darkness and anger or bittersweet melancholy that seems to accompany joy everywhere else on this album, Summertime becomes a breath of fresh air

Destroya - completely unironically my favorite Danger Days song, actually the first I heard other than Na Na Na, it fucks so hard, I always have to sing along with the chorus, it’s just so infectious, and the drums, man, it’s one of the most aggressive and powerful sounding songs on the album, and there’s something hypnotically and subversively menacing about it, especially how it was performed live in 2022 with Gerard growling and screaming with demonic vocal distortion, it sounds like a kind of battle cry, which is part of why the extended moaning sections are such a bold and unique choice, but it works in a weird way, at least once you know to expect it (and it’s not live and Frank isn’t genuinely whimpered and groaning on stage sir this is an all ages show), it’s just so angry and weird and fucked up and incredible, and it has some of my all time favorite Danger Days lyrics like “If what you are / is just what you own / What have you become / when they take from you / almost everything?”, which is a brilliant line that ties into the themes of criticizing commodification and consumerism found on Conventional Weapons and Danger Days, also “You don’t believe in God / I don’t believe in luck / They don’t believe in us / But I believe we’re the enemy” is such a raw line, god it’s such a great song, fuck anyone who just reduces it to just the “horny” song 

Kids from Yesterday - probably of one the best songs on the album, especially how they performed it live in 2022 and 2023 with the extended outro (Ray Toro what the fuck is wrong with you this is devastating), it’s so bittersweet and nostalgic and just brimming with love, they always describe it as a song for themselves and you can really hear and see the joy and love among them when they perform it, while other songs feel like promises to the audience, Kids feels like a promise to each other, “I love you. I love you. I will always love you”, it’s so fucked up, “I’ll find you when the sun goes black”, unforgiveable, and it’s also interesting how they revisit legacy as a theme (”You only live forever in the lights you make” is one of my favorite lines in the entire album) and discuss many of the same struggles of fame as other songs, but do so in a far less angry way, it puts less focus on the band as a single entity to be exploited, revered, and hated and more focus on the individuals and how their legacy relates to them as people and their connections with one another, god, it’s just such a stunning song, wish I could listen to it more but I literally can’t handle it

Goodnite, Dr. Death - I really like the radio transmission at the beginning, but I usually skip this one because I don’t feel the need to listen to the American national anthem on the regular, especially not with the very painful (cool sounding, but painful) jumpscare at the end, that being said, it might be favorite of Dr. Death Defying’s interludes, because it’s much calmer and more muted, almost soothing, but disturbing at the same time with how casually death is warned against in an address to children, really adds to the world building, and “Even if you’re dusted, you may be gone, but out here in the desert, your shadow lives on without you” is such a cool line

Vampire Money - so fucking funny, I don’t even know what to say, the iconic roll call intro and countdown followed immediately by the deeply poetic line “We came to fuck”, the fact that it was changed to “We came to suck” in the clean version, the fact that Frank says “Oh I’m there baby” sounding like he’s talking about sex rather than playing music, which he has never once (at least to my knowledge) properly said live and even refuses to acknowledge, the way the whole song is making fun of how people latched onto and then commodified their vampire symbolism and aesthetic early on, and specifically being asked to write a song for the twilight movies, god, I love how they’re so aware of and continuously willing to poke fun at how they’ve been portrayed and perceived over the years, and I also love how malleable this song is live, changing lyrics in little ways every time they perform it, another great example of Danger Days songs being best live

[loversfms]

[ … ] ❀ you’re not from around here , are you? i figured because you totally just missed apollo fairbanks walking by. don’t tell me you don’t know who he is ? they kind of look like charles melton and i could be wrong but i think that they might be thirty years old right now. they’ve been living in palmview for the last one year. and i don’t know if anyone has ever told them this before but they kind of remind me of anthony bridgerton from bridgerton. if you stick around the town long enough you might catch them in action working as a dance teacher / professional dancer. you see this town isn’t really that big of a place, some folks like to call them the opaque of palmview! they took a liking to the name too after a while, go figure. oh crap, they must have heard me yapping. they’re coming this way. i got to warn you though, rumor has it they can pretty arrogant at times. i wouldn’t take it too seriously though, from the times i’ve spoken to them they seemed pretty dutiful to me. we see each other all the time since they live in that two bedroom apartment beside me over in mango bay. i better leave you to it. it was nice meeting you!

STATS:

full name :       apollo christopher fairbanks nickname(s) :       n / a birthplace :       seattle, washington date of birth :       07 / 31 / 1994 parentage :       song na-ri & christopher fairbanks sibling(s) :       ____ fairbanks (25) , alanna fairbanks (23) , angelina fairbanks (20) relationship status :       single gender identity :       cis man ( he/him ) sexual orientation :       heterosexual faceclaim :       charles melton

BACKGROUND: (tw: emotional abuse)

song na-ri was a highly appraised ballerina with lots of promise. she was paving the way for asian / korean dancers in an anglo - centric setting, while also doing something she loved. there was nothing she was more passionate about than ballet. which is why it was such a shock to everyone when she got pregnant at twenty - two.

there  was only one thing that could take na-ri’s mind off of dance, and that was the one and only CHRISTOPHER FAIRBANKS. only two years older and not into ballet whatsoever, na-ri saw something in him she had never found elsewhere.

na-ri was twenty - three when she gave birth to her son. the second she laid eyes on him, she could see the resemblance to christopher. the name APOLLO came quickly to her. the god of music and dance.

unfortunately, christopher was not there for the birth of his son. na-ri wanted to make it work, but christopher insisted he had his whole life ahead of him. he couldn’t be tied down to a family this early in life.

growing up, apollo was never in control of anything in his life. living with just his mother, it only made sense he became a MOMMA’S BOY. however, this was only the start of his troubles.

as soon as apollo could walk, his mother tried to teach him beginner ballet moves. the attention span of a toddler is not great, so it wasn’t a perfect plan. still, she persisted. she wanted apollo to be ahead of the game when she finally was able to enroll him in proper classes at the age of four.

as a child, apollo would do anything to spend time with his mother and make her happy. she always promised a break after practicing dance for hours, and they would do something he wanted during that break. unfortunately, those breaks never came and the training had to come to an end when apollo would get upset or antsy.

when you’re five, there’s no real pressure to do anything. it was just annoying to dedicate so much time to something he had no interest in. however, when you’re seven and your mother starts telling you she threw her whole career away just to have you… there’s a bit more pressure to continue dancing .

it was a sentiment he heard his whole life. ❝ GETTING PREGNANT WITH YOU RUINED MY CAREER. I GAVE UP MY CAREER TO RAISE YOU. I LOST THE BEST MAN BECAUSE I DECIDED TO KEEP YOU. ❞ apollo no longer felt like an individual, but more like a puppet or a pawn in a game he was unaware he was playing. his mother had planned his whole life, and there was nothing he could do about it.

funnily enough, apollo was not an only child. his father made three appearances in his life, each ending up bringing apollo a sister about a year later. being the oldest and only boy still brought immense pressure into his life. he was now forced to dance for hours and hours on end, as well as tend to his little sisters due to his mother’s exhaustion after his ballet classes.

when he was ten, his mother began insisting they dance together. he didn’t mind it too much, in fact, he kind of thought it was fun. it was hard for his mother to criticize his movements if she was too focused on her own.

this continued for a few years, but apollo grew more and more tired of it as the years went on. plus, if anyone caught wind of it, it would be absolutely EMBARRASSING.

at the age of fifteen, apollo finally put his foot down. he’d never stood up to his mother before, and he was definitely trembling at the mere thought of it. he knew how much his dancing meant to his mother, so he promised to continue under one condition. NO MORE DANCING TOGETHER.

na-ri tried to pull her usual i gave everything up for you, the least you could do is allow me to dance. still, he refused to back down. she could dance all she wants, just not with him. or he’d be prepared to throw it all away. it was a long argument, but eventually his mother backed down. she couldn’t risk him throwing in the towel.

life for apollo could be lonely. he would talk to people at school sometimes, but nothing ever came from it. it wasn't like he had time to see them outside of school hours. besides, he couldn't imagine what the public perception would be if they found out he was a male ballet dancer.

he had friends he made in ballet, but there was always a bitter taste to them. could they be great people? sure. but apollo met them through the hobby he was slowly growing to despise.

besides that, apollo had grown quite an ego when it came to dancing, which could make him hard to be around. his mother was practically a prodigy who put all her time and energy into him. and, although he didn't enjoy ballet, he was damn good at it.

apollo begrudgingly continued dance. not for his mom ( he moved out the moment he turned eighteen ) but because he had nothing else to show for himself. he never did well academically, because his mother always taught him to put schoolwork on the backburner. college didn’t seem like an option because of that. the only way he knew how to stay afloat was to continue with dance.

the few relationships he's been in have all been with other dancers, and have all been pretty surface level. an inability to open up on his emotions made for a very bad conversationalist and he often couldn't step outside of his own head enough to see what his partner may need.

he's been bouncing around dance companies across the country since he turned eighteen. sometimes he'll take a side gig as a dance teacher if he thinks he'll stay in town for more than one season. he can't help it -- when he's teaching a class of young ballerinas, all he can see are his three younger sisters as children.

HEADCANONS / TIDBITS:

knows how to be a gentleman and can go through the motions. hold a door open, pull a chair out, "yes ma'am," "yes sir."

perfect posture

thinks he's too good for a lot of things ( he is not )

thinks he's god's gift to this world and to ballet so he's kind of annoying about it

doesn't talk about ballet so if you aren't connected to him thru it or haven't seen him on any promotional stuff he's probably just very vague about his job lmfao

very season 1 anthony bridgerton the annoying version

vulnerability ahhhhh scary

a real health loser ... gym frequenter ... eats well ... booooo

will secretly partake in a cigarette from time to time but never too frequently because he needs his lungs

©

[angelosearch]

I saw someone do this in another fandom and I had to try because... these are things I think about anyway. So...

What would Final Fantasy VIII characters' Spotify Wrappeds look like?

Squall - This year is the first year Squall has a Wrapped. He didn't listen much before, but somehow, after meeting Rinoa, music just started to make sense. Still, his taste is mostly emo-boy rock. Linkin Park, blink-182, and Paramore are a few of his favorites. There is this one acoustic song that makes him think about Rinoa that he's listened to more than anything else... He doesn't share his Wrapped with anyone, but, of course, Rinoa was able to steal his phone to take a look.

Top Song - Even Now (Acoustic) by Dashboard Confessional

Rinoa - Rinoa loves high-energy music that she can dance to. Kpop, Pop, and pop that yearns to be disco. Sparklely music. Her top artists include BLACKPINK, Carly Rae Jepsen, and Dua Lipa. But her top song ended up being "Steal the Show" by Lauv. She just couldn't stop listening to it after she heard the "I'll be waiting for you" line. 

Top Song - Steal the Show by Lauv

Zell - Zell mainly listens to music when he is working out, so he sticks to stuff that is loud, fast, and motivating. He is not opposed to pop but definitely leans more to the rock side of things, with some of his top artists being The Killers, Artic Monkeys, Fall Out Boy, and even Olivia Rodrigo on occasion. His favorite band to box to by far is Dragon Force. Their tempo is perfect for it.

Top Song - My Heart will Go On by Dragon Force

Quistis - Quistis listens to more podcasts than music. However, when she does listen to music, her taste is genre-defying and very specifc. Wetleg, Bloom Twins, Rubblebucket, and girl in red are some of her top artists. She also loved the song "You'd Be Stars" by Sydney Rose. But, "Hot Shame" was such an earworm it took first place this year.

Top Song - Hot Shame by FIGHTMASTER

Selphie - Every year, Selphie's Wrapped surprises everyone. Last year it was filled with belting pop divas. The year before that, it was almost entirely metal. This year, Selphie enjoyed bopping around to Hip Hop and Rap. Juice WRLD, Lil Nas X, and Eminem dominated her Wrapped. When asked about the darkness of some of her top song's lyrics, she said, "It's fun! Like a picnic!"

Top Song - TALES OF DOMINICA by Lil Nas X

Irvine - Irvine is embarrassed to share his Wrapped. He was hoping his manly country music and classic rock would show up, but nostalgic moods led to a top five full quieter indie artists. He listened to a lot of "long-haired magic mushroom men" like Hoizer and Noah Khan. 

Top Song - Jackie and Wilson by Hoizer

Laguna - Always the cheeseball, Laguna spent a lot of time jamming out to his early-2000s soft "rock": Maroon 5, Coldplay, John Mayer, Rob Thomas and the like. But in the latter half of the year, he and Ellone started having movie nights, and the soundtracks infiltrated his Wrapped. The movies always seem to have particular themes... so "We Don't Talk About Bruno" and "Journey to the Past" both made it on his top five. 

Top Song - Journey to the Past by Christy Altomare (Anastasia)

BONUS: Cat's in the Cradle is on Laguna's top five songs as well. He keeps sending it to Squall and... well, it has 0 listens in Squall's Spotify.

[thewarriorspecial]

And uh here’s the johnkyle I just can’t quite get into. I dunno. Probably gonna shelve this until I get a better direction for it.

John’s perfect posture belied the boredom wriggling through his body. This entire meeting could’ve been an email. The ring on his finger provided better intel at the speed of light. John already knew he’d be put into a leadership position and he had already identified a more efficient approach which would negate everything Batman was telling the League from his tall chair at his end of the table.

As a polite man, John didn’t interrupt. Moments like these he wished he had Gardner’s more direct approach to Batman’s plans.

Batman’s Batplans. Na na na na na na na Batplans. Batplans.

John smiled to himself and let his mind wander.

As a perpetual Titan there wasn’t a seat for Kyle at the table. The younger man shifted his weight where he leaned on one of the massive window arches nearby. As a perpetual Titan he also didn’t get a say in anything and was really just here because he was still asleep in John’s bed when the “emergency” meeting had been called.

Which was fine because the closer Kyle was the less John had to travel to get back to what he’d rather be doing.

Kyles uniform fit like a second skin. And that was odd because John knew Kyle had nothing but baggy tie dyed pants on when they left.

He had heard Kyles excited shout when the smaller man had dug John’s old pants out of the dresser and started hauling them on without asking.

“These are awesome!!” Kyles eyes shone so bright that John was unbothered by the phrase which was Future Kyle’s unconscious way of apologizing for never giving them back. They looked better on Kyle anyways.

They’d look even better on the floor somewhere.

John knew where all of the cameras were around the Watchtower. More importantly he knew where the blind spots were. Perfect little places where he could get Kyle alone for a few minutes. Just little secret corners, he thought as Batman’s monotone carried on. Little fuck cubbies. A tiny smile lifted the corners of Johns full lips.

He could shove Kyle into one of those corners, push those thin pants that his nothing right out of his way and—

Oh. Uh oh. Everyone’s looking at John expectantly. Uh oh.

He searched his mind for the last discernible syllables that had made it into his brain.

Something something brainiac. Something blah blah space, blah Green Lantern, something long range blah blah.

That’s right, I was a sniper. They want me to shoot at Brainiac from space because I can fly. Time to drop the bad news that the plan is bad and he had a better idea.

John stands up, acknowledges Batman’s thorough planning and pitches his idea instead.

The faces of the heroes gathered at the table are all frozen in an expression between confusion and shock.

John nodded slowly. He’d floored them with his plan.

“John, I —“ Batman started “—greatly appreciate all of your input with the last Brainiac incursion and I recognize how much you think about the leagues security…”

“But?”

“But…we are just washing and reinforcing the windows.”

“Rigjt,” John kept his face steady and stoic though he was aflame with embarrassment, “Um. My bad, chief. Haven’t been sleeping well.” John made a fuss of shuffling his chair into a batter position. “Thank you all for your time and carry on.” He added a nod and a little wave to signal that he was done and it was okay to stop looking at him now.

Surely finger guns would’ve been too much?

Kyle snickered and finally everyone looked away from John.

Great. Now everyone knows they’re sleeping together.

Can’t people just mind their own business and utilize emails and eliminate all meetings forever?