#and they will fly together afterwards ♡

[soloavengers]

OHH he did it again - !!

[maneskinwh0re]

sevika x brothelfemme!reader — “not your job”

cw: [n]sfw, dom!sevika, soft!sevika, mostly fluff :3

summary: thinking about having a long-term brothel contract with sevika. at the end of a particular booking when she has already made you cum like 3 times, she forgot to leave time for aftercare (actually forgot she was on a time limit, just lost inside you). so when she starts to apologize and frantically clean you up, you just kick her out SKDHAHDJA fic plot begins right afterwards…

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“come on, i’ll walk you out,” you say as you smooth out your dampened lingerie and throw on a matching robe, shielding your figure from the cold as well as your client’s wandering grey eyes.

“that’s not in your job description,” sevika counters as she zips up the fly of her cargos. you step closer to button her pants as well as buckle her thick belt, a sentiment that means more to her than you know.

whenever sevika asks, you always imply that helping her get dressed is a favor in your contract (you both know it’s not) and then your defense is usually followed by a teasing remark about her missing left arm. in reality, you use the closeness as an excuse to continue the intimacy after sex, a further connection between you two, but the secret remains unspoken.

“you’re right, it’s not in my job description. and neither is changing the sheets, but looks like i’m doing that too since i’m too embarrassed to let poor harley do it.”

“isn’t that their job anyway?”

“can you just quit arguing with me and get your ass out?” you bicker with a laugh, knowing sevika is just stalling at this point.

“thought y’ liked my ass,” she smiles smugly and tilts her head as she looks down to you, her flesh hand teasingly trailing up your curves.

you were gonna really make her feel like shit about not leaving time for aftercare, you just like to rub it in. the two of you know it’s all jokes, and have had a bounded contract for a while now. sevika isn’t a regular for anyone else, and you’ve recently stopped seeing any other clients…

“ha ha. i like it when it’s obedient,” you purr with a giggle, giving her behind a soft swat. “let’s go— the laundry room ‘s at the end of the hall anyway.”

“hmph, alright fine,” she agrees with a pout that is so cute, it almost makes you forget about her dominant nature that made you scream and beg mere minutes ago… almost.

when you get to the door, your trusted head of security opens it for sevika, and only when her flesh hand leaves its place on your lower back did you realize the warmth that was there as you walked the dimly lit hallway. it’s the little things that keep you both so connected, even if you don’t think to control them consciously.

you lean against the doorway, one hand on your hip as you smile up at her. when she leans in for a goodbye kiss, you turn your head away.

“ah ah, y’ know you gotta pay for that,” you say with a smirk.

“i think i just did,” she replies with a quirked brow, a prideful smile revealing the little gap between her two front teeth.

you only stare at each other, a silent competition to see who yields first to give in for a kiss.

“i’ll see you tomorrow,” you finally break the silence with a sly smile and turn away to resume your shift.

“but i’m not booked for tomorrow…?” sevika thinks aloud, her eyebrows furrowing together as if her statement is a question.

you look back to her, your tongue running along the inside of your cheek and huffing as if trying to stifle a laugh. sevika staying away from you? yeah, right. like a moth to a flame.

“i will see you tomorrow, sevika.” you look up at her tall figure and place a hand on her chest to push her out the door.

in a quick motion, sevika shoves your hand to the side and pulls you in by the waist for a deep kiss. you reciprocate immediately— because how could you not? your hands grip her short hair and you feel the coldness of her labret piercing against your bottom lip. you can taste your earlier release on her tongue, recalling the lewd thoughts of when she-

“ahem.” the security guard’s lower pitched voice brings you back to the moment.

gasping for air, you push sevika off and wobbly move clear of the doorway. “alright, get outta here. before i call security.”

“oh, will you? i’m real scared,” she jokes, taking loopy, post-sex drunken steps down the stairs.

“i could kick your ass, sevika!” callum shouts into the cold night, then slams the heavy door shut before your patron could reply. you internally relish the sound of sevika’s deep laugh fading out on the other side of the metal entryway, indicating she’s finally walking home.

“thanks, cal,” you chuckle as you readjust your laced bralette.

“why don’t y’all do all ‘at off the clock?” callum turns to you, his tone is still light but with a tint of seriousness.

“what do you mean?”

“you know what i mean. that stupid smile will stick to your face the rest of y’r shift, hon. and it’s only ever there after your sevika is.”

you scold your coworker, waving him away before he notices your flushed expression. “oh my- s-shut the fuck up!”

‘your sevika’

…you could get used to the sound of that.

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alexa play casual by chappell roan !

a/n: had the plot idea a few weeks ago, dropping this fluff and running back to hibernate bc kinda been going through it lately lol BUT WE DOING BETTER NOW TEAM DW found some inspo to write :3

harley and callum are two oc’s i might add to an ongoing fic bc i actually ended up kinda liking this :)

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taglist: @audr3yyyyy @mirconreadzztuff22 @wizard-pdf @archangeldyke-all @nhaaauyen @inthebrainofalamb <3

[sh1-n0bu]

♡︎ 𝙛𝙤𝙘𝙪𝙨 ♡︎

anon asked: babes can i pls request sub!albedo? just teasing him and making him unable to do his work lives in my head rent free

characters: sub!albedo x nb!dom!reader

warnings: handjob, fingering, degrading and praising mixed together lol, rough sex, dacryphillia, edging, dumbification, size kink, exhibitionism (i forgot the word for it and had to search it on google), reader is completely nb so the cock part can be interpreted as a strap on!!

notes: this was actually meant to be posted like 2 days ago i think??? but i caught a cold and had sudden exams coming up while still having a fever lmao. also here have this 1.8k words of smut bc i re edited it and made it longer after seeing a bunch of mf sub reader on my tumblr fyp. tumblr give me dom reader on my fyp bc this is my revenge

you can flag it as mature all you want you coward tumblr but i ALWAYS COME BACK

the chief alchemist, kreideprinz, mondstadt genius, captain of the investigation team of the knights of favonius - albedo has many names however his most favorite, as lewd as it may be, would be [name]’s pretty cockslut.

the blond always liked that nickname. it slipped out of your mouth once accidentally during an incredibly messy sex between you two and since then it has been stuck in the alchemist’s mind like a dog on a leash. and now was no exception.

it was just a simple day in mondstadt. the chief alchemist being cuddled in his office in kof headquarters while sitting on the lap of his lover, scribbling away at on his notebook of his latest experiment and the results with furrowed eyebrows - trying to stay focused but always failing and ending up thinking of that one goddamn word.

it was just a slip of the tongue, an accident from his lover during a heated session. his darling apologized afterwards of course but the alchemist just can’t help his mind lingering on that single word. breathing starting to get heavier, doughy thighs rubbing together with his ears flushed - trying to refocus on his work before failing miserably with a groan.

upon hearing his distressed noise, you let out a confused hum. rubbing small circles into his waist to help him destress - where your arms are wrapped around - you left a small peck onto the back of his neck with a low mumble of what’s wrong.

“nothing my love. i just… can’t seem to focus on my work” he answered back. his other hand coming up to pat you on the head - ruffling your hair a bit in the process - while also hoping that you wouldn’t notice him getting hard. archons he was a mess. getting aroused by just the thought of a simple word? how pathetic.

unfortunately for the alchemist, you noticed. glancing down at his thighs clenched closely together, making the small bulge in his shorts almost unnoticeable if you were to simply glance over. almost.

“oh? what’s this? is my pretty prince getting hard over a simple act as cuddling?” moving your hands to hold his waist, you ground him down on your crotch making the blond gasp. hands flying up to cover his mouth with a frantic nerve yet also lust swimming in his eyes, albedo looked back at you as if asking you what you’re thinking with a faux glare.

“focus on your work darling. don’t you dare stop writing” letting out a low groan next to his ear, your hand guided his dominant one to grab his pen once more. after hearing him curse lowly with his fingers wrapped around the ink filled pen, you slipped your other hand past the waistbands of his shorts.

jolting when your finger touched the tip of his already hard cock, albedo felt his face burning up more, hands twitching, making a mistake on his experiment report. you let out a chuckle at that. sweet chalk prince making a mistake on his reports? an unusual thing indeed.

rubbing the precum oozing out of the slit of his already hardened cock, you heard him muffle his groan but still continuing to write his work. pulling away from his weeping dick, you heard albedo let out a disappointed whine before letting out a loud gasp, bucking his hips when your lubed up hand grabbed ahold of his hardened cock once more.

“mmfgh! [n-name], my lo-oohh… my aammh f-fuck! let me wo-oRKK MFFGH!!” bucking his hips to try and keep up with the thrusts of your hand, albedo threw his head back to rest on your shoulder. eyes screwed shut, hand clenching around his pen in a vice grip while panting and whining - archons your prince was so pretty.

“focus ‘bedo. wouldn’t want your work to be forgotten right?” sucking a dark hickey into his neck, your hand jerked him off at a faster pace. he let out a loud whine at that. shaking knees closing up as if trying to get you to stop so he can just focus but his bucking hips was telling you the truth of him wanting to chase after his approaching high.

letting out a delicious sob, the chief alchemist bent over the table. twitching and shaking as he soon spilled his load on your hand. peeking back at you with a shy glance and red cheeks, albedo reached one hand back, tugging on your pants frantically as if asking for his most favorite treat.

getting his hint you stood up, pushing the alchemist to lay on his stomach on the desk while taking off his shorts and lowering your pants and undergarments’ waistband.

“oh? have you become a cockslut for me my pretty prince? not wearing any underwear under your usual stockings now hmm?” tearing a small hole over his cute pink rim, you heard the man in question let out a loud whimper at that.

“getting desperate for me, my pretty slut?” albedo shook his head timidly. biting down on his lips in a desperate way to stop himself from moaning when hearing you call him such a lecherous name. it was so wrong, he knew that but it just turned him on even more! making his cock twitch and knees buckle as if being called something like that was something he was used to.

using his cum as a make shift lube, you pushed a finger into his cute pink hole - hearing him whine at the feeling of your finger filling him up so deliciously, so easily. after wiggling your fingers for a while you felt his walls start to loosen - a sign that he was starting to relax and get used to the feeling - before adding one more finger. scissoring him open while hearing his adorable high pitched whimpers is always a nice way to de-stress. loosening him more and more, you felt around his tight muscle, searching for that one spongy spot that makes his pretty blue eyes roll to the back of his skull as he lets out a surprised shrieks of pleasure. ah! found it.

abusing his prostate with your fingers as you hear him let out cute, almost girlish, breathy moans was the best thing you could ask for. he always reacts so adorably - pushing his hips back into your hand with a fervor want, knees buckling under him as his bare hands scratch against the desk with some hope of grounding his mushy mind.

“aah mmfgh awWHH~!! [n-name]~ don’t… don’t tea-aammfg!! tease me!♡︎♡︎” letting out another squeal, albedo turned his face around to look at you. hair messy with sweat clinging to his forehead, cheeks a shiny red of hue and eyes hazy with lust. archons he looks fucking delicious.

pushing him to lay on the desk again you pulled out your fingers - making him whine at the sudden emptiness as his loosened rim clenches and unclenches around empty air - before he let out a loud sob at the feeling of your tip pushing inside his loose hole. looking down at the mess of a genius you made, a smirk slipped on your face as an idea popped up.

“hey ‘bedo. what type of mixture is blood?” stopping after only slipping the tip of your cock in you stopped to ask him a question. he let out a confused noise before stuttering out “a h-heterogeneous mixtur-EEP!♡︎” as you slipped your cock halfway in. archons you were only fucking halfway in and yet he could already feel your cock bumping into all the perfect spots inside him. he’s just so sure that if he were to slip his hand down to his tummy he would feel a bulge. one that is caused by you!

“then if you were to mix acetic acid and water what would you get?” fuck were you being serious right now? albedo just wants to be fucked silly by you and not think of something so useless dammit!

“… vinegar” letting out a huff, he replied back. tone becoming annoyed and sarcastic before he let out a sharp gasp, clawing at the edge of the desk tightly when you shoved the rest of your dick inside him, the tip of your cock kissing his prostate so fucking nicely.

“good job. so if i were to mix up potassium nitrate, sulfur and carbon what would i get hmm?” letting out a stuttered curse under his breath to try and get his bearings back together to answer your question, albedo inhaled sharply before giving you your answer.

“f-fuck… it’s aamff… g-gunpowder mmngg!! p-please? please? [name] just fuck me already~ ple-ase!! i’ll be so good! pleA-GYAANH!!♡︎” letting out a shriek, the genius held on tightly to the edge of the desk. knees giving away from under him, leaving him to lean his body limply on his office desk as you grip his waist - slamming into his prostate with a groan over and over - using him as if he was a your personal cocksleeve, which he sure was turning into by now.

the room turned hotter, his breath being cut short by his own whiny sobs, tears rolling down his cheeks as a thin line of saliva ran down his jaw with pretty heart shaped pupils rolling to the back of his skull. he was completely spent. head dizzy and mushy, his sensitive spot being abused by you so easily as he tries to cling on to the small thread of his mind but failing in the process.

“a-aangh… albedo… what is f-fuck! the compound of water?” leaning your full body weight on his shaking body, you pistoned your hips to slam into his at a faster pace - feeling him tighten around you more and more, getting closer to cumming again. he couldn’t respond this time, only garbled whines and unintelligible sobs being your answer. letting out a sigh of disappointment you stopped moving, cock halfway pulled out as he whimpered loudly. trashing his trembling legs under the desk as a protest, trying and failing miserably to push his hips back to you.

after a while of a sex drunk protest, he seemed to gain a small sense of mind, whispering out “h-hydrogen and oxyge-ene…” in an almost unnoticeable small voice. hmm, perhaps he deserves his reward.

continuing to thrust into his spongy sensitive spot, you heard him let out a tired whimper - completely drained by your teasing and edging - letting out a long drawn sob of what seems to be your name, the alchemist came over his desk soon followed by your warm seeds filling him up. shaking legs failing to keep him up as he leaned against you for support as he felt you holding his waist close to yourself, flopping back down on the chair of his office while cuddling him close, uncaring that anyone could easily walk into his office at the moment.

[ambrozjas]

Could you do a song-fic with Sodapop Curtis w/ the song "Stupid Cupid" by Connie Francis? Love your writing, take your time 💕

stupid cupid ꨄ︎

sodapop curtis x fem!reader

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THIS WAS SITTING IN MY INBOX FOR SO LONG BUT I LITERALLY LOCKED IN FOR THIS FIC ITS SO CUTE I SWEAR JUST READ ITTT

✧˖*°࿐ warnings ᰔᩚ

reader is referred to as a girl and a lady, reader is called gorgeous and beautiful, beginning of this fic has soda in highschool so it takes place before the outsiders

✧˖*°࿐ word count ᰔᩚ

1609 words, 8588 characters

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stupid cupid, you’re a real mean guy

i’d like to clip your wings so you can’t fly

it felt like the roman god of love had shot sodapop right through the heart, and boy did soda hate it. that’s all that he thought while he gazed at you, chin held in palm as he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. when the school air had a chokehold on everybody, it left out you. you looked absolutely divine. soda wondered if the gods, if there were any or it was just some stories made up to fill the minds of lovesick kids like himself, favored you. because as he looked at you, the sun just seemed to reflect off you just right, to where it coated the side of your face with a honey orange. you looked like an angel sent on earth, disguised as a teenager in soda’s highschool. he asked himself what you were doing in tulsa rather than some other fancy state like california.

i’m in love and it’s a crying shame

and i know that you’re the one to blame

“mr. curtis.” a stern voice broke through to sodapop, breaking the stained glass that in soda’s mind, was a mural of you and only you.

he snapped his neck to look up at the teacher, hovering over his desk as a finger harshly pointed at the paper on soda’s desk, almost empty.

“uh—sorry, sir.” mumbled sodapop as he grabbed his pencil and put his best thinking face on, hoping that the teacher would take the hint and retreat back to his old scratched up desk that looked like it had survived world war one.

the teacher narrowed his eyes at him, his upper lip curling into a sneer as he looked down at soda, before slowly walking back to his desk.

soda comically sighed in relief, taking one more glance back at you. he pressed his lips together tightly as he saw you talking to your friends. he always loved seeing you smile.

he exhaled sharply, earning another warning look from his teacher. soda tilted his head down as he studied the math problems below him, cradling his hand in his hand as his brain tried his best to work.

hey, hey set me free

stupid cupid, stop picking on me

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i cant do my homework and i cant think straight

“what’s up with you?” ponyboy asked, not looking up from his book. in the corner of his eye, he watched sodapop bounce his leg vigorously as he tried to rub his temples to somehow think better.

“nothin’, pony. don’t worry ‘bout it.” soda responded. he threw his head back to lean on the top of the chair, he was really out of ideas. all that occupied his mind was you. he was writing an essay? you pop up into his brain, he accidentally writes your name to which he has to erase afterwards with red ears.

i meet her every morning ‘bout half past eight

i’m acting like a lovesick fool

you even got me carrying your books to school

how could sodapop miss this once in a lifetime opportunity? he just had to talk to you. one day, when you guys met before school, your breath both evident in the cold oklahoma morning, you made a joke about soda carrying your stuff for you.

“here, be a gentleman, yeah?” a laugh slipper past your lips, and when soda heard that gorgeous sound come out of your mouth, how could he deny you?

your mouth fell into an ‘o’ shape, not even getting the word out before soda grabbed the books from under your arm and held them under his.

you tilted your head as a smile graced your face. gosh, were there wedding bells? soda definitely heard them.

“y’know i was jokin’, right?” you asked, making sure you weren’t forcing him into doing anything. “i can take them back if you want—“

“nah, it’s alright.“ he brushed it off, waving his free hand dismissively before starting again, “plus, you’re right. how could i leave a pretty lady to carry her books on her own?” to that, you sheepishly grinned wider as you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear shyly when you looked away.

you mixed me up for good right from the very start

hey now, go play robin hood with somebody else’s heart

the more that soda talked with you, the harder it was to get you out of his head. but the more he talked with you, the less he minded.

soda had dropped out of school. sure, you somewhat contributed to him failing with how much you occupied his head, but it was also on his own.

he was working at the dx with steve, working on cars all day to especially help darry out.

soda wiped his face with his forearm, cleaning his oily rag as steve rambled about something in the background. he hadn’t seen you in awhile, considering that instead of walking with you to school, darry had dropped steve and soda off at work.

but suddenly, the door tripped the bell, giving it a loud ring as soda looked up at who was walking through the door. and speak of the devil.

he could recognize you just from your sneakers. his head whipped back up to meet your eyes, and gosh was it refreshing to see your face again. a soft smile still remained on your face, as it usually did.

“sodapop! so you really was workin’ here, huh?” you asked, eyes roaming around the multitude of shelves in the gas station interior.

soda’s mouth gaped, opening and closing like a fish. he watched as you walked up to the register and drummed your hands lightly on the counter.

“yeah!”, soda finally managed to blurt out, “how’ve you been? anythin’ new happen at school?” he asked, hearing steve finally shut up. soda could just imagine his ears pricking up at the sound of a pretty girl’s voice appearing.

“nothin’ much,” you leaned in and put a hand to the side of your mouth in a secretive manner, “mandy got pregnant.” soda gasped as he comically brought a hand up to his mouth. you guys whispered and gossiped, steve eyeballing both of you cautiously before slinging an arm around soda’s shoulders and brashly giving him a loud, “who’s this, soda?”

sodapop squinted at his friend and slowly turned his head, full of embarrassment. your eyes darted between the two of them, before giving steve a small wave and quietly giving him your name. your eyes fell back on soda, “well, i was just wonderin’ if you’d like to go to the drive-in wit’ me on saturday?”

“yeah, sure!” why was he acting like such a dork now? in front of the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen? but he sighed with relief when you nodded, giving him the same sweet smile you always greeted him with.

you got me jumping like a crazy clown

and i don’t feature what you’re putting down

once you had left the dx, soda went out to the garage and almost squealed, punching the air in excitement. steve narrowed his eyes as he watched through the garage windows, genuinely considering if soda was possessed or not.

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saturday couldn’t come quicker. it was already a great time leading up to the date, soda was confident. he was looked at himself in the mirror, popping his collar with assertiveness and heading out the door.

during the actual date, he tried to make subtle moves. shifting closer to you, touching thighs or linking pinkies. although you seemed okay with it, there was no engagement on your part. that almost worried soda, he knew you asked him on a date, but he was still overthinking. was he not all you expected? was he doing too much? too little?

but at the end of the date, when he drove you home in darry’s car that he begged to drive in, a small silence fell over you when you had reached your destination.

“y’need me to walk you up?”

“it’s alright, but do me a quick favor, will you?” soda couldn’t tear his eyes off your mouth when you spoke, lips painted a wine maroon color that somehow flowed so delicately with your words.

“anything.” was all soda said, before you placed your hand on the side of his cheek, giving him enough time to pull away, before closing your eyes and kissing him.

in that moment, it felt like you two were the only people in the world. just you, and soda, crammed into darry’s truck in the darkness of the night, only illuminated by the small light above you two on the car’s roof.

when you pulled away, you looked at soda’s lips, slightly parted and stained with a light purple-ish red as he looked at you, absolutely mesmerized.

“thank you. i’ll make sure to drop by the dx on my way home, ‘kay?” you said, not waiting for an answer as you bolted out of the vehicle due to your nearing curfew.

well since i’ve kissed her loving lips of wine

the thing that bothers me is that i like it fine

all soda could do was gape as he watched you depart into the sea of outside lights surrounding your front door and windows, watching you turn around give him a small wave once you opened the front door.

still dazed, all soda could do was wave back. before a wide grin appeared on his face as he covered his eyes with his hands.

stupid cupid, sodapop thought.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ this better get some likes i worked my ass off for this little fic and it’s only a thousand words 😭😭

kiss kiss ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

[aclowntiny]

Things Seventeen Do That Make Your Heart Flutter

I love these but also like when can I get a Seventeen *cries*

S.Coups

♡ Takes his voice a couple octaves lower to murmur sweet nothings between kisses

♡ Sits behind you with an arm wrapped across you protectively

♡ Texts you to make sure you got home safe if you ever go out late, have something scheduled in the evening, or go somewhere unfamiliar

♡ Moves your hair &/or shirt out of the way to press kisses to your shoulders

♡ Rolls up his sleeves slowly but firmly, looking genuinely a bit surprised that you're watching so intently

Jeonghan

♡ Calls you adorable with the fondest smile directed only at you

♡ Raises your joined hands up to his lips to press a kiss to the back of your hand

♡ Pulls you into bed with him, hands going to your hair as soon as you fall onto his chest

♡ Boops your nose, plays with your cheeks & nuzzles into them

♡ Teasingly swipes his tongue over your lips when you're kissing just to see what you do

Joshua

♡ Tells you this next song is for you as he takes his guitar pick from between his teeth, beginning a new melody

♡ Listens to you & makes eye contact so intently, a tornado could pass by behind you & he wouldn't even notice

♡ Holds the umbrella for you & kisses you in the rain like it's a movie scene

♡ His hands always gently rub your back when he hugs you

♡ Kisses your hand, then slowly takes his time all the way up your arm to your cheeks & finally your lips

Jun

♡ Tells you he just can't resist you, you know

♡ Pretends to bite you, every now & again very lightly actually giving the side of your face a joking bite

♡ When you're done laying down, takes both of your hands & swings you back up, making you feel like for just a second, you're flying

♡ Hypes you up constantly, telling you you're the most beautiful person ever in the whole world, actually

♡ Twirls you around the room when you're dancing just so he can admire you before reeling you in once more, your back against his chest as you move & sway as one

Hoshi

♡ Notices if you ever wear different perfume, leaning in & practically nuzzling your neck to get a sniff after he points it out

♡ Gives you the occasional little nip between kisses

♡ Holds you on his lap with both hands around your middle, resting his head on your shoulder with a huge smile as he lightly sways you

♡ When you're sitting at a table together, his foot finds your leg, hooking it & trying to pull you closer, giving a giggle or a smirk depending on how far he manages to pull you

♡ Finds excuses to slide his hands over your body as you two dance

Wonwoo

♡ Chuckles deeply & fondly when you start showing him affection

♡ Links your arms together when you share a book, pulling the pages a bit closer to his vision & you to his body

♡ Takes you to the most beautiful places, but his eyes hardly fall on the view because they won't leave you

♡ Tells everyone else to be quiet when you're speaking & considers your opinion first

♡ Gently lowers you into bed with a hand at the small of your back

Woozi

♡ Leans in & bites the tip of his pen softly as he listens to you intently

♡ Gently pulls your head onto his shoulder when you sit next to each other, his fingers ever-so-slightly running through your hair

♡ Lets you try his Seventeen ring on, smiling so widely if it fits you, too

♡ Always lets you play your favorite songs, even if he doesn't particularly like them

♡ Can't wait to spend time in private with you, because it's during the moments between only you two that he gives you the most passionate kisses

DK

♡ Sings you love songs, then bursts out into a wide, shy smile afterward

♡ Grabs your hands in his & makes you clap for both him & yourself depending on the situation

♡ Accepts any excuse to tell you xyz quality, situation, skill, or anything really is why he loves you

♡ Does love shots when you guys have drinks or even with your spoons in hand if you have ice cream

♡ Can't give you just one kiss, you'll get a ton of pecks before getting pulled into a more passionate one

Mingyu

♡ Caresses your cheek with the back of his hand

♡ Grins as he flexes & lets you hang off his arm, feeling so cool & looking just as confident

♡ Spends a whole day just to learn how to make your favorite dish with you at his side

♡ His eyes light up when you show him a new outfit you got, gaze drifting over all of it as he smiles Bigger & bigger, telling you how amazing you look in a wonder-filled tone

♡ Turns to steal a kiss on the lips when you lean in to press one to his cheek

The8

♡ Tells you he'd really like to kiss you- may he?

♡ Manages to take the most flattering pictures of you & when you comment such he remarks that that beauty is how he always sees you no matter what

♡ Lays his hands over yours to guide them as you paint a picture together

♡ Presses kisses to the shell of your ear when he looks over your shoulder

♡ Traces patterns on your back as you lay together

Seungkwan

♡ Remembers your drink order & surprises you with it as often as he can

♡ Absolutely melts into your kisses every single time, whether it's the first or the twentieth, his face breaking into the most precious smile

♡ Back hugs you, placing his hands over yours & resting his head in the crook of your neck

♡ Almost always holds your face in both hands when he kisses you, pulling you in so gently & taking his time as his lips move with yours

♡ Reminds you almost daily how much better this world is because it has you in it

Vernon

♡ Idly holds the strings of his hoodie between his lips

♡ Lets his hand slide down your jawline after he places his headphones on your head, pulling you in for a lazy kiss

♡ Reminds you that you can tell him anything, you know, expression solemn yet deeply loving

♡ Even if you're sitting at a table, he'll find a way to brush your knee with his

♡ Really casually will just tell you that you have really beautiful eyes, you know

Dino

♡ Holds your waist & guides you as he teaches you a new dance move

♡ Believes you can do anything, almost completely blind to obstacles as he expresses complete confidence in your ability to carry out your dreams & desires & show your skills anywhere

♡ Pulls up his shirt to wipe sweat off his forehead

♡ Whispers little jokes to you just to make you laugh & see your smile as you fall a little closer into him

♡ Surprises you with kisses at the most random times to keep you on your toes, giving a great big grin at your expression thereafter

[lilacmingi]

LIVING WITH 8 VAMPIRES | PART 2

My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT interact with me or any of my works

Pairing: ATEEZ x fem reader (they’re not dating, but they all flirt with her

Word count: 7,600

Note: I don’t really have anything to say except I hope you’re ready for more vampire shenanigans >:) also!! Don’t be afraid to leave a comment! I looove reading them and seeing what you guys like about the series ♡

"Let go of me!"

"Not until you let go of me!"

"I'm not letting go."

"Me either."

San and Mingi's voices echoed above you as you sat on the couch below, scrolling absentmindedly on your phone; the sounds of grunts and growls becoming mere background noise at this point.

"What's going on?" Hongjoong asked, stepping into the room.

"Those two are at it again." You sighed, glancing up for the first time, watching the two fly around yanking on each other's hair like children.

"Should I put a stop to it? Are they bothering you?"

"No." You shook your head with a chuckle. "They aren't bothering me, but you should probably split them up before Seonghwa sees."

"Right." Hongjoong nodded before ascending into the air, grabbing both the rambunctious boys by their ears and pulling them back down to the ground.

"Ow ow ow ow." San whimpered.

"You two need to stop this at once. Do you want Seonghwa to come out here?" Hongjoong questioned sharply.

"No." They muttered in unison.

"Then stop. Plus, there's a lady in the room. You should know better." Hongjoong huffed, striding out of the room.

•

"Y/n! Y/n!" Yunho called excitedly as he zipped into the kitchen.

If you weren't already used to their sudden appearances, you would have jumped and launched the knife in your hand across the room.

"What is it?" You asked, setting the sharp appliance down.

"I downloaded an app called TikTok." He beamed proudly. "Watch this."

He pressed a button on his phone and placed it on the kitchen counter before stepping back. Music began playing and he started doing various dance moves which you immediately recognized.

"It's called the renegade!" He grinned brightly.

"Yes. I'm familiar with it."

"Let's do it together. I'll teach you." He suggested enthusiastically.

You couldn't say no, especially with this vampire that oddly resembles a puppy staring at you with sparkly, pleading eyes.

•

You entered the vast sitting room and the first thing you see is Yunho standing in front of San, Wooyoung, and Mingi.

"Okay, now do this. Like you're tossing something in the air." He demonstrated.

The trio repeated Yunho's movements.

"Then do this." He proceeded to do the last part of the dance move.

You covered your mouth with your hand, knowing exactly what dance he was teaching them.

"Now put it all together." He instructed, the four of them doing the move in unison. "It's called the woah!"

"Let's do it again." Wooyoung urged.

"Alright. One, two, three."

The four of them did it once more, Wooyoung bursting out into excited giggles afterwards.

you shook your head and proceeded to enter the living room.

"Y/n! Let me teach you the woah." Yunho ran over.

"I already know it."

"Then let's do it together." He jumped excitedly in place.

"Fine." You gave in, not able to say no to Yunho's adorable, golden retriever-like behavior.

"Ready? One, two, three."

You did the move with them, causing a rather enthusiastic reaction from the group.

Just then, Jongho stepped into the room, probably to see what all the commotion was about.

"Hey! Jongho let me show you something." Yunho rushed over to the younger vampire.

You let out a sigh, shaking your head as you took the liberty of leaving the room before you could be roped into doing it again.

The last thing you heard before you were out of earshot was Yunho asking, "Where's Seonghwa?"

•

Yunho had absolutely wreaked havoc by teaching everyone the woah. The very next day, it's all anyone did, except Seonghwa who you heard say something about it being "utterly ridiculous."

You were heading down the hallway to get chapstick from your bedroom when you saw Mingi hanging from the ceiling, which is something he likes to do. He had his eyes closed, seeming to be relaxed. Then, out of nowhere he hit the woah, eyes still closed.

You shook your head and tried to hold in a laugh as you continued to your room where you retrieved your chapstick, briefly applying it and leaving the bedroom.

You stepped past Mingi, heading down the long hallway, coming to stop when you saw Seonghwa's bedroom door cracked open. He never has his door open, not even a little.

Slinking over to the doorway, you peered inside. Seonghwa had his phone propped up on his dresser. You couldn't see the screen well, but you did see him standing in front of the phone doing what you could only assume was the woah—or some strange rendition of it, at least.

Once he was finished doing... whatever that was, he walked up to the device and tapped the screen before looking at it with brows furrowed in concentration, most likely watching the video he just filmed. He then nodded in approval to himself, seemingly satisfied with what he just did.

You covered your mouth, to prevent yourself from giggling. He said he thought the dance was ridiculous, yet he's trying to learn it.

A smile tugged at your lips as you walked away from his room.

•

You sat on the floor of the living room, your back against the couch as you played a game on your phone. Seonghwa was sitting in his favorite chair flipping through an old book, sending dust flying into the air with every turn of the page. Just the sight of the pesky particles made you want to sneeze—and you did. A loud sneeze left you, making the vampire glance up.

"That book is so old." You commented with a sniffle.

"Not old, classic. It is a literary masterpiece. There is no other work of literature written like this."

"It's dusty." You stated plainly.

"It is one of a kind."

"Dude, I just found it on Amazon for twenty bucks." You told the vampire, showing him your phone screen.

Just then, Hongjoong stepped into the room, sniffing the air.

Your attention had shifted from Seonghwa and his dusty book to the suspicious-looking Hongjoong.

"Smells like up dog in here." He commented.

You let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose, knowing exactly what was coming.

Seonghwa's sharp brows furrowed in perplexmxent. "What is up dog?"

"Not much. What about you?" Hongjoong then started giggling, running out of the room, a distant, "You were right! He totally fell for it!" following seconds after.

Seonghwa gave you a confused look.

"When people want to know what you're doing they say, "What's up, dog?" It's not a very common phrase these days, but there's a joke people like to make using the phrase. That's what Hongjoong just did."

"Ah. A joke. Of course." Seonghwa remarked bitterly.

"If it makes you feel better, I'm almost one hundred percent sure Yunho, San, or Wooyoung put him up to it."

"They did!" Hongjoong called from somewhere upstairs.

•

Jongho and Seonghwa sat in the living room. Jongho on his phone and Seonghwa with a book in his hand.

"I've noticed something about you." Jongho spoke up.

"And what might that be?" Seonghwa inquired.

"You almost always agree with stuff Y/n says. It can be something you've explicitly told us not to do, but if Y/n suggests it, you're all on board."

"And?"

"You're a simp." Jongho stated bluntly.

Seonghwa furrowed his brows, clearly not familiar with the term.

"Simp? You mean a simpleton?"

"No. A simp."

"What is that?"

"It means you respect women." Jongho lied.

"Ah." Seonghwa grinned proudly. "I do respect women."

"Yes, and that's why I called you a simp."

*later*

"Y/n, I have a question." Seonghwa spoke up.

"Sure. What is it?"

"I am a simp. Do you agree?"

"What?" You choked out, surprised that Seonghwa knew that word, let alone said it.

"It is true." He confirmed decidedly.

"Do you even know what it means?"

"Of course I do. It means that I respect women."

Your eyebrows raised in amusement. "And who told you that?"

"Jongho did."

"That's not what it means."

"Then, what does it mean?"

"It means that you do way too much for someone you like. You go over-the-top for them, basically."

Seonghwa's eyes widened and, even though he's a vampire, you could see his ears getting red.

"Ah. Of course."

"Sorry Jongho misinformed you."

"I will take care of it. No need to fret." He put on an eerily placid smile before walking—more like hovering—up the the large mass of stairs that led to the second floor of the mansion.

He was gone almost instantly and next thing you knew you heard a shrill scream of horror from upstairs, most likely from Jongho who was no doubt feeling the wrath of Seonghwa.

•

(This happened before the boys got cell phones)

"Aw, man." You huffed, glancing into the small compact mirror in your hand.

Your mascara had become smeared sometime throughout the day. Not that it mattered, you had been home nearly the entire day.

As you were frowning at your smudged makeup, Hongjoong walked behind you. You paid no mind to it until he scared the heck out of you with a high-pitch scream.

"What was that?!" You shouted, placing your free hand over your ear that was hurting from the loud outburst.

Hongjoong ignored you and began moving around, his eyes fixated on his reflection in the mirror. He waved his arms in the air, his brows pulling together in bewilderment.

"Give me that." He said, snatching the tiny circular mirror from your hand.

You watched as he stared at his reflection, his eyes wide in shock as he touched his face.

"I...look..." He trailed off, making you think he was going to say he looked hideous or something. I look... incredible!" He finished.

You rolled your eyes at his dramatic behavior.

"What sort of magic is this?" He asked.

"It's not. It's a mirror."

"Yes, I know, but I can see myself."

"Mirrors are made different these days. Not all of them are made with silver anymore."

"We must get one of these new mirrors immediately." Hongjoong stated.

•

"Y/n, can I watch a movie on your laptop?" Mingi asked.

"Sure."

You went to your room and got your laptop, bringing it to the living room for Mingi to use.

"I don't have Netflix or anything like that, but there's a website you can use to watch stuff for free." You told him, typing in the site.

"There you go. You can search whatever movie you want."

"Thank you, Y/n." He grinned.

You left the room, letting Mingi have his movie time. About 30 minutes later, he ran up to you, holding your computer in his hands.

"Y/n! A nice lady named Janice wants to meet with me. She's four miles away."

"Janice does not want to meet with you." You said.

"She does."

"I have to teach you guys about scam ads." You facepalmed.

"Scam ads?" He parroted.

"Yeah. It's fake. They want you to click the link and send a virus to your computer or hack it."

"So Janice doesn't want to meet me?" He asked, looking disheartened.

"Janice isn't real, bub."

His bottom lip stuck out as his head drooped.

"What movie are you watching?" You asked, wanting to change the subject.

"Twilight."

"Oh. Really?"

"It's about vampires so I wanted to watch it. Have you seen it?"

"I have. I've seen all the movies, actually, but it's been years since I've seen them."

"There's more than one?" He asked, excitedly.

"There's five."

Mingi's eyes went wide with wonder, sparkling with excitement. "I'm gonna watch all of them! Do you want to watch with me?"

"I suppose." You gave in.

After that, the two of you sat down on the couch and Mingi pressed play. He was currently watching the baseball scene.

"I love this scene! It's probably the best part of the whole movie." You commented.

"Really?" Mingi asked.

"Yeah. Jasper's baseball bat trick is the coolest."

•

You stepped out of your room, the loud noises of an object tumbling to the floor echoing down the hallway.

You didn't know who or what was making that noise, but you knew you needed to put a stop to it at once, or else the culprit would have to face Seonghwa, and no one wants that.

Hurrying down the large staircase, leading to the large common room, you spot Mingi tossing a baseball bat. He thrust the sports equipment into the air. You could already see this wasn't going to go how Mingi wanted it to.

"Mingi!"

Just as you cried out, the bat hit him right on the forehead, letting out a solid, metal tink sound before clattering to the floor.

You immediately rushed to Mingi's side.

"I'm okay." He reassured you with a bright smile.

"Are you sure?" You asked, touching his forehead.

"Yeah. I barely felt it."

"Oh, right." You chuckled. "Vampires don't really feel pain."

"Ah." Mingi suddenly reached up to place his hand on his forehead. "Actually, it does kinda hurt. Maybe you can kiss it better?"

You decided to humor him and play along.

"Sure, Mingi."

He leaned down a bit, allowing you to place a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"Better?" You asked, brushing his bangs out of his eyes.

He nodded, letting a few giggles escape him.

Another metal tink sound was heard from somewhere behind you, catching your attention.

You whirl around to see San standing with the bat in his hands. He quickly drops it and starts rubbing his forehead.

"Ow." He frowned.

"When did you get in here?" You asked.

"My poor forehead." He whined, ignoring your question. "Y/n, maybe you can kiss it better?"

An idea popped into your head as you complied, agreeing to give him a kiss on the forehead.

"Poor Sannie." You cooed, cupping his cheek.

He smiled in a dreamy manner, his eyes slowly closing as he waited for you to kiss him.

Then, in one, swift motion, you gave his forehead a harsh flick, causing him to flinch away, making a tiny noise in response.

"That'll teach you to not hit yourself with a metal bat for attention." You huffed.

The vampire left the room, whining about not getting his way.

You sighed and turned back to Mingi.

"What were you doing tossing that bat around?" You asked him.

He looked at the floor, bashfully.

"You said the baseball scene was your favorite in Twilight and that Jasper looked so cool when he did the trick. I wanted you to think I was cool too."

You stuck your bottom lip out, endeared by the fact that he would do that for you.

"Mingi, you're cool already. You don't need to know some trick to make me think you're cool."

He gave you the same expression, his full bottom lip stuck out in a pout.

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

•

You stood in the kitchen, having just made yourself a nice, steaming hot plate of Korean dumplings. The smell made your mouth water as you got yourself a big piece.

Just then, Yunho stepped into the room, his eyes landing on you with your cheeks full of dumpling. His gaze then moved to the plate in your hands, a reminiscent look on his face.

"Man, I miss that." He commented.

You immediately set your chopsticks down, your brows furrowing in bewilderment as you swallowed your mouthful of food.

"You used to be alive?" You asked in disbelief.

"Yeah. What did you think? That I was born a vampire?"

A long pause followed.

"No." You say.

Yunho shook his head, letting out a little chortle.

"I've never really told you how I became a vampire, have I?"

"No." You shook your head. "None of you have."

"Would you like to hear my story?"

You nodded.

"I was really craving dumplings. I went out late at night, knowing there had been strange attacks, but I didn't think anything of it because the restaurant was close by. I didn't think it would be too unsafe, but then stupid Hongjoong decided to attack me and here I am."

"I was hungry!" You heard Hongjoong yell from somewhere outside the room.

"So was I!" Yunho shouted back.

You then heard a quiet, "I said I was sorry." in response.

You chuckled, happy they were able to make light of the situation.

"Do you want some?" You offered your dumplings to Yunho.

"No thanks."

"You can't eat regular food?"

"I can, it's just not the same anymore. If I ever eat something like that, I prefer to have blood with it. It makes the food taste better."

"Oh. So you guys can eat regular food?"

"Of course. It just doesn't satisfy us, so it's not very enjoyable."

"That sounds a bit upsetting."

"No need to look so sad. We've gotten used to it." Yunho assured you with a smile.

•

Your head rested on the back of the couch, your eyes closed as you enjoyed the silence. You weren't sure what the others were doing, but you didn't really care. You were perfectly content sitting alone.

The universe must have been against you because just then, the most annoying of the eight vampires made his presence known.

"Evening, gorgeous."

You let out a long sigh before opening one eye to glance at San who had made himself comfortable beside you.

"Can I not get a moment of peace in this house?" You asked.

"Nope." He grinned.

You closed your eye, choosing to try and ignore him—keyword, try. It didn't work. You could feel San invading your personal space, even with your eyes closed.

You glared at the vampire.

"What?"

"It's boring sitting here."

"Oh, bite me." You hissed, annoyed at San's presence.

"Is that an offer?" He smirked, his eyes flashing red.

"Not a chance, Bat Boy." You remarked, shoving him away.

•

The nine of you sat around the dinner table enjoying a meal, except Seonghwa, Hongjoong, Yeosang, and Jongho, who only had a glass of what you could only assume was blood. Contrary to what you always believed, vampires can eat human food, but most don't. Out of the eight vampires you lived with, only Yunho, San, Mingi, and Wooyoung liked to eat human food, though they don't do in very often. However, when they do, they like to have blood to drink with it. You recall Yunho once saying it "makes the food taste better."

Everything is nice, quiet, and almost normal. Then, out of nowhere San speaks up.

"Hey, Seonghwa. Would you rather eat a goat or a matter baby?"

You freeze and glance across the table at Jongho who looks like he's about to burst out laughing. You then proceed to look at Hongjoong who is glancing excitedly between Seonghwa and San, finally settling on Seonghwa's puzzled expression when he asks,

"What is a matter baby?"

You instinctively close your eyes, your face scrunching up in preparation for the punchline.

"Nothing much. What's a matter with you, babe?" San answers through laughter.

Seonghwa stares at the younger vampire with an unimpressed look. He then looks to you.

"Is that another joke?" He inquires, calmly.

"It's more of a pickup line, but yes." You answer.

"Never say that to me again." Seonghwa says to San, taking a sip from his wine glass.

•

"So like, can you guys turn into bats?" You asked.

"Yeah." Jongho answered rather casually.

"I've never seen it."

"You're in luck. Yunho and Mingi went out to feed."

You gave the vampire a puzzled look.

"We often shift into bats to get from place to place, so you might see one of them change from a bat to their normal form." He explained.

"Ooh! I hope so."

"You might get lucky and see something else." Wooyoung chuckled.

Jongho gave him a glare, but didn't say anything.

Some time later, you heard a loud slap sound, prompting you to turn your head towards the location of the noise. You spotted a bat splayed out on one of the windows, a squeaking sound resonating as it slid down the pane.

"Right on time." Muttered Wooyoung.

"Oh my gosh!" You exclaimed, shooting up from your spot on the couch. "Which one was that?"

"Mingi." Wooyoung answered with a chuckle, not looking up from his phone.

You hurried towards the front door only for it to swing open. Yunho stepped inside, his clothes and mouth stained with blood. He was quick to excuse himself so he could wash up.

Mingi followed shortly after, wobbling slightly as he stepped inside. Like Yunho, his mouth and clothes were covered in blood, but that's something you've gotten used to, plus he just hit a window and you were extremely worried.

"I'm okay." He reassured you, holding a thumbs up.

Though he said he was okay, he looked a little disoriented.

"He's fine. This happens all the time." Jongho waved his hand dismissively.

"What?"

•

Since your whole "portable sunlight" thing got ruined some time ago, you needed to come up with a different way to keep the boys away from you—more specifically, San. You didn't want to do anything to hurt them, just something to keep them at bay.

You then remembered the reaction San had to the garlic bread that one night you invited your friends Jungwoo and Taeyong over. Thinking back on it gave you an idea.

"Hey, Y/n." San grinned, taking a seat beside you on the couch.

"Hi, San." You returned, not bothering to glance up from your phone.

This prompted San to scoot closer to you.

"Get away from me."

"What are you gonna do if I don't?" He challenged with a sly grin.

"I'll use this." You responded, pulling out a spray bottle.

San let out a snort. "What are you gonna do? Spray me with holy water and burn me?"

"No. This is garlic water."

"Please." San scoffed. "It's probably just tap water."

You then decided to prove him wrong and spray just a little at him, making his neck and lower cheek start to break out in hives.

"You didn't have to do that." San pouted.

"You shouldn't have called my bluff." You retorted.

"Now I'm itchy and stinky."

"Ha! Stinky!" Someone, presumably Yunho, shouted from upstairs.

"Stinkyyy." Mingi chimed in, his voice coming from above you and San.

You glanced up and he was hanging from the ceiling, pointing down at the vampire in front of you.

Just then, a chorus of voices rang out through the mansion, all shouting "Stinky!"

As much as you wanted to laugh, the expression on San's face prevented you from doing so. He was pouting and looked extremely upset. You felt bad.

"If you guys don't stop you'll be next!" You shouted, causing the chanting to cease.

"Come on, San." You sighed. "Let's get you cleaned up."

You took San to the bathroom and started wiping his neck and cheek with a wet cloth.

"Sorry." You sighed. "I only wanted to prove my point."

"I deserved it."

"You did. However, I still shouldn't have done that."

He smiled a little. "It's okay. Don't beat yourself up about it. A little rash from garlic water is nothing I can't handle." He assured you.

"Still. I felt pretty crummy seeing the look on your face."

"Hey." San brought his hand to your cheek, gently cupping it.

The gesture caught you off guard and made your heart skip a beat.

"I'm the one who didn't believe you. You were merely proving me wrong." San finished.

"But-"

"Nope." San cut you off, placing his finger over your lips. "I deserved it. You don't need to feel bad."

You sighed, nodding your head.

San gave a small smile and ruffled your hair.

•

Halloween was slowly approaching and the mansion was decorated accordingly. You purchased decorations from a nearby store and decked the place out from top to bottom. You still managed to come home with a new Halloween item that you found while coming home from a grocery store trip or running errands.

Seonghwa was unsure about decorating for Halloween, as it was "pointless" but the other guys seemed to like it, especially Mingi, who particularly liked the fake spider webs. You were also able to talk the boys into handing out candy this year, which meant dressing up.

"Halloween is coming up soon. Have you guys decided on costumes?" You asked.

"Not really." Answered Wooyoung.

"Seriously? You guys haven't thought about what you're going to be?" You questioned.

"We do not like Halloween. Watching humans make a mockery of us is not something we enjoy." Seonghwa commented bitterly.

"It's for fun, Seonghwa."

"Actually, Seonghwa is the only one who hates seeing people dressed as vampires. The rest of us don't really care." Jongho corrected.

"I think it's cool." Mingi grinned. "Vampires are really popular these days. Lots of people like us."

"That pathetic film you watched recently does not depict us as cool." Seonghwa remarked. "Sparkling vampires... how absurd."

"Okay, so back to costumes." You clasped your hands together, bringing everyone's attention back to the main topic. "Has anyone even thought about them?"

The boys all collectively shook their heads.

"Well, you should think of something before Halloween. Since we'll be giving out candy, it's best that you all dress up."

"What are you dressing as, Y/n?" Yunho asked.

"It's a surprise. I don't want to reveal it until Halloween."

"Ooh. A surprise!" Mingi clapped.

Halloween night approached quickly and everyone was hurrying to get ready for the trick or treaters.

"I'm gonna start getting ready. You guys should too." You announced, heading to your room.

You weren't sure if the guys even had costumes, but you weren't going to worry. They probably wouldn't be handing candy out anyway.

You were more than pleased with your costume, an excited smile on your face as you checked your reflection in the mirror. Smoothing your hair, you stepped out of your bedroom, entering the sitting room where the boys were congregated.

As soon as you got down the stairs, you froze.

All the guys donned similar attire, all of them being some sort of Victorian-style garment, but each had a modern twist to it. Some outfits seemed to be reformed in a way, or were accompanied with modern accessories like body chains and harnesses. Not only that, but they all had piercing crimson eyes that you rarely got to see, their fangs on display. Of course, that wasn't new, they always had their fangs out, except when they left the house, which was rare. They all looked really good. So good, in fact, they you had to stop for a moment and collect your thoughts.

"Where's Seonghwa?" You asked.

"He's still getting ready." Yeosang managed to answer.

When you stepped into the room, the boys were speechless. You wore a Victorian-style dress that matched fairly well with the boys' costumes. You had dark makeup and even donned a pair of false fangs and red contacts. All they could do was stare at you. Seeing you dressed as a vampire was something none of the boys knew they needed until then.

"Well, what do you think?" You asked, turning around to let the guys see your outfit.

"It's nice." Jongho nodded, trying to keep his cool.

"You look exquisite." Hongjoong complimented.

His gentlemanly accolade made you just a bit flustered.

"Hey. We all match!" Yunho piped up with a bright smile.

"We do!" You smiled, smoothing out the large skirt of your dress. "I wasn't expecting you guys to be, well, yourselves."

"We weren't expecting you to be us." Wooyoung admitted.

San appeared at your side, his hand sliding around your waist.

"I can make those fangs real, you know." He smirked.

"You have five seconds to step away."

He raised his hands in defeat and quickly moved away.

"So, your costumes." You gestured. "These are all clothes you own?"

They all nodded.

"It looks like they've been updated a bit. I really like it." You complimented.

"That was my doing." Hongjoong admitted, bashfully.

"Really? You did all this?"

Hongjoong nodded. "I've started getting into reforming clothes."

"You're so talented." You gushed, causing him to become bashful.

"Thank you." He muttered, shyly.

"I'm gonna go fill the candy bowl real quick. The trick or treaters should be here any minute." You announced, stepping out of the room.

You returned with a large, purple bowl full of assorted chocolate and other sweet candy, placing it on the coffee table before taking a seat, waiting for the trick or treaters to arrive.

Wooyoung reached over to steal a piece of candy, you responded by giving the top of his hand a firm smack. He pulled his hand away with a pout.

"It's for the kids." You told him, choosing to relocate the bowl to the table by the front door.

"I am a kid." You heard him mutter.

As you took a seat, Seonghwa entered the room.

"It's about time you show...up..." You trailed off when you saw the vampire.

The boys all looked incredible, but Seonghwa was something else entirely.

He wore a fancy outfit similar to the others, but his white dress shirt had only one sleeve. His left arm was on display and he donned a black velvet glove on that hand that extended to his elbow. However, it wasn't the one sleeve and glove combo that caught your attention, it was the corset hugging his torso. You never expected to see Seonghwa in an outfit such as the one he currently wore. He always had on perfectly pristine outfits straight from the 1800s, so naturally, that's what you expected him to wear. You momentarily wondered if anyone talked him into wearing the getup.

There was a knock on the door that only partially got your attention.

"I have to go get the corset—candy! I have to go get the candy." You corrected. "I'll be back."

Pushing yourself up from the couch, you hurried to the front door to greet the trick or treaters outside, hoping none of the guys caught your slip-up.

Meanwhile, San and Wooyoung were on the couch with their mouths hanging open at what just happened.

"I should have worn a corset." San frowned.

"I wore a harness and she didn't say anything." Wooyoung pouted.

You closed the door, returning to the eight vampires.

"Seonghwa, your outfit is incredible, but where on earth did you get a corset?"

"It is for special occasions." He responded, turning towards you.

When he saw you up close he froze, feeling like the breath was knocked out of him. His hand unconsciously reached for yours, holding it softly as his gaze met yours.

"Y/n, you look absolutely ravishing." Seonghwa stated, unable to take his eyes off you.

"Thank you." You chuckled shyly. "I didn't realize just how much you guys would like my costume."

"We love it." All eight vampires spoke up.

The night went on and you made the boys help hand out candy. Yunho and Mingi were all for it, Hongjoong was hesitant, but joined in anyway. Seonghwa, however, wasn't having it and was silently judging everyone who was dressed as a vampire.

"Did you see those fangs? They were absolutely appalling." He scoffed.

"Seonghwa, he was a kid."

"And?"

You shook your head. "You're gonna hand out candy next time there's a knock at the door."

"No thank you." He declined.

"Please?"

He sighed. "Very well, then."

The next group of trick or treaters arrived and Seonghwa got up to hand out candy. You went with him to make sure he didn't do anything stupid. Seonghwa pulled open the door revealing three children all in different costumes.

"Trick or treat!" They chorused, holding their candy bags out.

"Hi. You all look amazing." You complimented with a smile.

Seonghwa grabbed a handful of candy, dropping it into each child's bag.

"Your vampire costumes are so cool!" One of the kids spoke up.

"I am a vampi-"

You were quick to clamp your hand over Seonghwa's mouth, chuckling nervously.

"He's very committed to his costume." You told the kids. "Happy Halloween. Have a safe night." You waved, watching as the group walked off.

A sigh of relief left you as you set the bowl of candy aside, slamming the door shut.

"Seonghwa, you can't tell people you're a vampire."

He grumbled in response, walking away.

•

The night dwindled down and the flow of trick or treaters slowed down until no more showed up. It was nearing 10:00 at night which meant there were most likely no kids out anymore.

You glanced down at the previously full bowl of candy that now only held three fun sized candy bars. You took them to Wooyoung, offering the remaining sweets to him since he wanted one earlier.

He smiled, softly. "Thank you, Y/n. I may not be able to enjoy food like I used to, but it's nice to eat it from time to time."

You thought back to what Yunho had told you and smiled.

"Hey!"

You looked up towards the ceiling, spotting Yunho and Mingi swinging from the wooden rafters.

"What on earth you doing up there?!" You shouted.

"They're just hanging out." Jongho answered from the couch.

The room went silent as everyone stared at him.

"Geez. Tough crowd." He muttered, standing up and walking out of the room.

•

You sat in the floor of a walk-in closet, a lantern between you, Yunho, Mingi, San, and Wooyoung, cloaking everyone in an amber colored glow. The four had talked you into coming to a closet with them to play some fun Halloween games. You didn't know what they had in store, but you didn't want the night to end, so you agreed.

Everything was just peachy until San pulled out a Ouija board.

"No. Nope nope." You immediately scooted away, starting to get up. "None of that Satan stuff. No, sir."

"It's either that, or truth or dare." San smirked.

"I know I'm gonna regret this, but I would rather play truth or dare than be stuck with a demon following me around for the rest of my life. You heathens are enough."

The game began shortly and everything was going a lot better than you thought. Mingi got dared to do something silly and since he chose dare, so did Yunho when it was his turn. The first time, you picked truth, not wanting to put yourself in a position to get dared to do something absurd. Second time around, you chose truth again. You were honestly just playing it safe.

"Which one of us do you like?" Wooyoung asked.

"I like all of you."

He scoffed. "I'm sure you like one of us."

"I like you all the same." You smiled.

"Well, that was a lame answer." He grumbled.

"Hey, you asked, I answered."

When you were chosen to pick again, you started to say truth, but San cut you off.

"Don't say truth. For every two truths you pick, you have to do a dare."

"Who says?" You asked.

"Me."

"It's not interesting if you just keep picking truth." Yunho added.

You rolled your eyes. "Fine. Dare."

Wooyoung grinned, rubbing his hands together. "I dare you to give Seonghwa a kiss on the cheek."

"What?" You gaped.

"It's just a little kiss."

"Why do you want me to do that?"

"We wanna see him get flustered." He explained.

"Why?"

"That man hardly ever shows emotion. Plus, we've never seen him get shy or flustered ever." San added.

"You guys are weird."

"Are you gonna do the dare or not?" Wooyoung asked.

"A dare is a dare, Y/n." Mingi whispered.

"Fine, yeah. I'll do it."

After you agreed to do the dare, it was Mingi's turn. He glanced around the group trying to pick his victim.

"Yunho." he grinned, wickedly. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare." Yunho answered bravely.

"I dare you to tell us the scariest story you know."

"Ooh. Okay. Decades ago, when I was still a human, there were whispers in the town of a haunted grave at the local cemetery. People said they saw a figure wandering around the gravesite. Me and my friends decided to go check it out. When we got there, it was pitch black, the only light was coming from the lanterns we carried with us." He spoke. "We arrived at said haunted grave and began to hear strange noises. We were all prettified and no one wanted to go see what the noise was. Despite that, one of us was forced to investigate."

"Was that you?" Mingi asked.

"Yes." Nodded Yunho before getting back to the story. "I figured out the noise was coming from behind a nearby tree. I slowly approached, my hand trembling as I held the lantern. I slowly stepped forward, peering around the tree to find-"

The closet door suddenly swung open, causing everyone to scream. Mingi scrambled over to you in milliseconds, his arms wrapped tightly around you.

When you looked up, you saw Seonghwa standing in the doorway, a less than amused expression on his face.

"Why are you in my closet?"

"You're the oldest one here, it gives off the spooky vibes." San answered.

"Get out."

And just like that, you were all kicked out of Seonghwa's closet and your fun night had ended.

"Hey, what was is that you found in the cemetery?" Wooyoung asked Yunho.

"Oh. It was just a bunny." He chuckled.

Wooyoung deadpanned, clearly unimpressed by the ending.

As you passed Seonghwa, you came to a stop. The four boys stopped as well, their eyes on you. You attempted to discreetly shoo them away, but they stood still, wanting to witness the dare being fulfilled.

You glanced up at Seonghwa and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"Happy Halloween." You muttered and hurried out of the room, pushing past the four gawking boys.

Seonghwa's eyes went wide as his hand touched the spot on his cheek where your lips had been. He then turned to the four vampires still standing in his room.

"What are you all staring at?" He snapped. "Get out."

•

"Y/n?" Jongho called out softly, poking his head into your room.

No answer.

He knew you were probably exhausted from handing out candy all night, so he decided not to wake you. Instead, he quietly stepped over to your bed where your sleeping figure was snuggled under the covers.

A smile pulled at his lips as he admired you and the way your lashes rested on your soft cheeks. Carefully, he took a seat on the edge of your bed, reaching over to brush a strand of hair from your face.

"I'm glad we met you." He whispered. "I don't normally say stuff like this, but we... I really enjoy your company. You've really brightened the place up. Thank you for that."

He stayed only for a few more moments before leaving, your door softly clicking shut behind him.

Little did Jongho know, you heard every word. A small smile pulled at your lips as you drifted off to sleep.

•

Autumn soon came to a close, the comfortably cool weather turning frigid as winter set in. With winter came Christmas, which the boys hadn't celebrated in centuries, until you came around, that is.

You decked the halls, going all out for the holidays, stringing up lights inside and outside the house. You even put up a beautiful tree with glittering red decorations. The boys seemed to enjoy your over-the-top decorating, some of them even got into the Christmas spirit. San has consistently tried (and failed) every year to catch you underneath the mistletoe and this year was no different.

Ever since moving in with the boys, you made it a habit to give each of them at least one Christmas gift every year, this year was the same. You planned to give gifts to each member of the house, as usual, however this year you wanted to do something a little more special, which led you to try and learn how to knit.

Because you wanted to keep the gifts a secret, you spent a lot of time hiding out in your bedroom. You had hoped the boys didn't notice your frequent absence.

•

Hongjoong's peered around the corner and into your bedroom. He stepped inside to find that it was empty, letting him know that you were elsewhere. He was about to walk out of the room when he noticed two odd items sitting on your bed. Normally, he would have ignored it, but these objects were sharp and caught his attention. As he approached your bed, he became more scared. The two sharp needles on your bed looked a lot like stakes, which made him uneasy.

He hurriedly rushed out of your room with questions running through his head.

What were those? Is she planning to kill us? He thought to himself.

•

You decided to take a break from knitting and were currently hanging out in the common room, Hongjoong sitting beside you. You reached over for your glass of water, causing him to flinch away. Your brows furrowed in confusion at his odd reaction.

"What's wrong?" You asked.

"Nothing."

"You sure?"

"Mhm." He nodded, averting his gaze.

You just brushed it off and took a sip of your drink.

•

On Christmas morning you exchanged gifts with the boys. The presents you received so far weren't so bad. In all honesty, you were impressed. You had one more neatly wrapped gift sitting in front of you, which you placed in your lap. Ripping away the paper, you lifted the lid only to catch a glimpse of some sexy Christmas lingerie. You quickly slammed the lid back onto the box.

"Alright, which one of you perverts got me this?" You asked, glancing around the room, already knowing who it was.

Seonghwa, Hongjoong, Yunho, and Mingi looked like sad puppies who didn't have anything to do with the situation, but felt guilty anyway. Yeosang and Jongho didn't look like they knew what was going on. Meanwhile, San and Wooyoung were sweating bullets.

"Return it." You told the two, throwing the box at them.

"I told you she wouldn't like it." Wooyoung whispered to San.

"Alright, let's move on from that. I have something for you guys."

You passed out one gift to each of the guys, watching as they all begin to unwrap the festive present. One by one, you watch as they pulled out the knitted items inside that you worked so hard to make.

"I know I haven't been around much lately and have been spending time in my room. I don't know if any of you have noticed, but I feel like I need to explain myself. I wanted to do something special this year, so I've been learning how to knit. It was pretty hard at first, but I got the hang of it. I ended up teaching myself how to do it."

Suddenly Hongjoong began to sniffle. By the time you looked over at him, he burst into tears, which immediately worried you.

"Y/n, you're too kind. I'm so sorry." He blubbered, engulfing you in a hug.

"Why are you sorry?"

"I noticed you had been gone a lot, so I tried to see what you were up to and I saw your knitting things. They looked like stakes and thought you were gonna kill us." He sniffled.

His weird behavior around you over the past couple weeks suddenly made sense. The flinching away and him keeping his distance all added up.

"Oh, baby." You cooed, rubbing his head. "I would never ever do that to you."

"I know." He sobbed. "I'm so sorry."

"It's okay."

Once you had calmed Hongjoong down, you spotted a sulking San standing in the corner of the room directly underneath the mistletoe.

He had been trying to catch you under that darned plant all month, but tis the season.

You approached the brooding vampire, tapping him on the shoulder.

"Go away, Woo." He grumbled, thinking it was his friend coming to bother him.

"It's not Woo."

San turned around and before you could back out, you gave him a kiss on the cheek.

His eyes widened as he registered what just happened. He's left staring off into space as his hand reached up to touch the spot your lips just graced.

Seonghwa was in his own little world as he held the scarf you knit him in his hands. Wrapped up in the scarf was a journal. He hadn't expected to see it inside the box.

He opened up the journal, your handwriting all over the first page. He flipped through to find that you filled a handful of pages with notes about modern slang.

As you hugged the boys and thanked them for their gifts, you saw Seonghwa in his chair, an open journal in his hands. He glanced up at you, to which you gave him a nod as if to say, I know. Seonghwa gave you a small smile, gratitude painted on his features.

When the night settled down, Seonghwa went to his room, the handmade scarf and journal you gifted him clutched tightly against his chest as he took a seat by the window, the full moon shining in and illuminating the room. He carefully opened up the journal to one of the pages. His fingers began tracing over your handwriting as an unconscious smile tugged at his lips.

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The Galaxies Above

PRODUCT INFO . when a wanted angel is oblivious to what is going on in the galaxies above, not even knowing that she is a goddess, kento nanami strikes. but, does he get distracted while doing the mission?

PRODUCT CONTENTS . different power system (kinda) , assassin nanami , space being nanami , christianity / belief in God involved , kinda dark story

As they stood in moonlight’s embrace, their baby daughter was born. “She’s beautiful, Satoru.” The God of Galaxies, Suguru, said softly. “Yes, she is.” Satoru, the God of Space, agreed without any hesitation.

Suguru chuckles, pressing his thumb on their baby daughter’s face. “My angel. She’s going to grow up and turn into a Goddess. Maybe even better than me.” Suguru said playfully, looking at Satoru.

“Mhm. She’s going to grow up and turn into someone like you and me, love.” Satoru said, squishing his daughter’s chubby cheeks. “I’ll name her (Y/N) Gojo.” Suguru said, cradling his daughter with a smile on his face, happy with his family.

As they were sleeping in the cold breeze of the night, Suguru and his baby daughter were sleeping soundly as Satoru sat in the corner of their palace, watching the moonlight. He slowly closed his eyes, praying for the health of their baby daughter to the Holy One, the only being above all else.

“Lord, protect my newborn. Give her the riches she should store in her heart.” Satoru prayed before going to sleep with his new family. “I love you, my dearest.” He said, kissing his baby’s forehead and his lover’s before drifting off to sleep.

HELLISH-FLAMES NATION

“We need to make a plan to ambush those goddamn monsters.” Toji said with hatred in his eyes. Stabbing the tree next to him. “We need to find a way to avenge our sacred land. Where only we will rule. Where nobody will interfere, like those angels!” Toji yelled, and the devils cheered for him as he grinned.

“Those weaklings have no right to invade our land. HELLISH-FLAMES belong to us, and only us devils!” Toji roared, the devils jumping and agreeing with him.

“Tonight, we will invade their land like how they invaded ours! Get ready for battle!” Toji said, grabbing a cursed tool. The devils roared in rage, they planned on invading GOLDENSKIES by midnight, getting their things ready.

GOLDENSKIES EMPIRE, 11:56 PM

The hand of the clock was so close to midnight, the devils waiting at Heaven’s gate. Once the clock hit midnight, the devils all attacked in unison, their voices spilled with anger.

The angels tried to fight back but they were outnumbered as multiple angels were still asleep. Suguru had heard this catastrophe happen and was awoken. He woke Satoru up as they both unleashed a roar that woke up every angel who was still asleep.

“You devils! We will destroy you, once and for all!” Suguru cursed, flying up in the sky to create a force field which will permanently make every devil banish. Yet, it almost took his life. Satoru looked at Suguru, before his gaze drifted to their baby daughter.

He then set her to Earp, the Planet of Humans. He put her on a random doorstep, leaving to go help Suguru up in the Galaxies.

Suguru groaned as he tried to hold them back, Satoru appearing to help him. With their magic together, the force field was created. The devils all got banished from the Heavens, going back to HELLISH-FLAMES.

Afterwards, the angels who survived all surrounded and formed a circle over Satoru with his unconscious lover, Suguru. Satoru nuzzled against his neck, before falling unconscious himself.

The angels brought them both to their temple, to talk with the Guardian of Life, and the Guardian of Death. To see if they’re still alive. They brought them both to Archangel Yuki, Guardian of Life, and Archangel Choso, Guardian of Death.

“Oh, Archangels! Show us if their hearts are still beating, if their lungs are still breathing, and if their brains are still thinking.” Angel Ino chanted.

Archangel Yuki and Choso appeared before them, walking forward, Archangel Yuki felt their hearts. “This.. I’ve never seen anything like it!” Archangel Yuki smiles.

“Even though they are not alive anymore, their hearts are still beating for each other in Choso’s realm. Let them be free in peace, they sacrificed themselves for the sake of everyangel. They are now in THETRUEREALM. Thank you for making me feel their love for each other.” Archangel Yuki smiled, before vanishing with Choso.

EARP, 4:23 PM

A baby started to weep, and the old lady heard it from inside. Said old lady opened the door, met with a crying baby girl covered in white cloth that shines throughout the afternoon breeze.

“Wow, what a beautiful baby!” The old lady was shocked, carrying the baby in her arms. “Oh, don’t cry pretty baby! You’ll probably have such a future as beautiful as you.” She murmured.

“Maybe whoever left you here couldn't take care of you. Or, was in grave danger and just wanted to keep you safe.” She smiled down at the baby, then entered her apartment complex, setting the infant down the couch, giving her gentle belly rubs.

“Who would’ve left you here? You look like a daydream.” — “You know, I always wished for a child of my own. And my prayers have finally been answered. I’m Utahime Iori.” Utahime smiled, carrying the baby in her arms.

“What should I name you, little angel?” She asked, and the infant smiled up at the old lady, making Utahime melt. “So cute! I’ll name you Angel. Since you look like one.” Utahime muttered, holding the baby up in her arms as if inspecting her.

“Now, let’s go and get you all dressed up.” She said, before going to one of the rooms and giving Angel proper clothes.

HELLISH-FLAMES NATION, 3:48 AM

“Ugh, those stupid angels got to us again.” Toji’s assistant, Shiu, muttered, scoffing. “Don’t worry, Shiu. Devils always win in the end.” Toji reassured.

“We’ll use the power of space beings, one that will surely get us victory. We just need to get their daughter, then threaten to kill her when they don't undo the shield they have created.” Toji grinned, satisfied with his plan.

“So, out of all of our workers that are omnipotent beings in space, who do you choose?” Shiu asked.

“Pick the most dangerous. Convince it that angels have done us wrong. Then, tell it to get the daughter of Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo. All of them know how to detect Angelic Aura, am I right?” Toji asked.

“Yes, Kento Nanami would be the perfect candidate for that job. He has death touch.” Shiu informed, fixing his tie. “Death touch?” Toji repeated, his eyes widening.

“That’s the deadliest ability ever.” Toji grinned, nodding at Shiu. “He’s perfect. Get him.”

“Right away.”

“He’s in the Space Chambers. Line 1620.” Shiu pointed towards the tall building floating in space. “He’s in the last line? That's how dangerous he is, huh.” Toji murmured, a hand rubbing his chin.

“Actually, he’s the last in that line.” Shiu smiled, “Meaning Kento Nanami is the most powerful we’ve ever captured.”

[melancholicbutterflies]

a Papa Bear story

♡ PART IV ♡

Characters: Reader, Elvis Presley, Momma, Macy, Tommy, Danny, Mary

Summary: You get asked out on a double date with Macy.

Tags/Warnings: controlling!elvis, subtle themes of domestic violence

Word Count: 2,858

IT ALL HAPPENED so fast. You, Macy, Tommy, and Danny were talking one day after class, and Tommy had the bold idea to go on a double date. Him and Macy, you and Danny. Since the few weeks you'd seen each other at the Mall, you couldn't deny you were hoping something else would come out of it, but you never imagined it would happen so quickly, and the word date would be thrown around! Macy accepted on both of your behalf, and the matter was settled. Next Saturday you'd all go mini golfing and then to a diner afterwards. It would have been perfect if there weren't one not so tiny issue to deal with: you'd have to run the plan by your daddy first, who'd no doubt shut the whole thing down before you could say 'Jack Robinson'.

You waited on the ledge outside school for your momma to pick you up to go home. She was a little late getting there, but it gave you ample time to come up with some ideas to get your way. "Hey Momma," you greeted her, getting into the front seat.

"Hey, baby. What's got you so happy today?"

"Well, I got some good news."

"Good news? What's that?" She pulled away from the curb, glancing at you in curiosity.

"I got asked out. Well, not just me, but my friend Macy, too."

"A double date?" Momma whistled, "that's nice, dear. Your first one, right?"

"Yeah!"

"I'm real happy for you, baby. Not sure how your Daddy's gonna take it, though."

"Yeah..." You said quieter, fiddling with your hands on your skirt. "Actually, about that—"

"Oh no," she shook her head, interrupting you. "I'm not keeping this from him. He'll tan both our hides!"

"Well, no, not keep, per se, just if you could tell him real gently. Maybe he'd take it better from you. I... I really want this, and, and, he has a way of flying off the handle sometimes."

"Don't I know it. Listen, I'll break the news to him slow and gentle-like. I have my ways," she winked back at you. You had no idea what that meant, but you recalled the way he'd come out of their shared bedroom in a better mood than when he went in and figured it had something to do with that. Maybe your momma was magical. You wished she'd share it with you!

Later at dinner, which Elvis was able to be there for after getting a few days off from touring, your momma took over from Mary, the housekeeper, to serve him one of his favorite meals of all time, fried chicken with mashed potatoes and gravy. She did have Mary prepare a coconut cake, however, which would be served with dessert. Elvis slapped his hands together as he sat at the head of the table, grinning down as he was scooped his dish.

"Now this is a welcome home, honey," he smacked your momma's hide, although gently, causing her to blush as she went around to serve you, and then finally herself before sitting opposite Elvis at the other end. You sat adjacent to both of them. After saying grace, you all dug in; you were kicking your legs as you took in your first few bites. Your momma had surely outdone herself!

"Damn, oughta leave for longer next time," your step daddy groaned, eyes closing momentarily as he savored each bite. You pulled your fork away from your mouth which had some chicken pierced on it. "Don't say that, Daddy. I love having you home. We both do."

He turned to look at you fondly, holding your other hand under the table. "Oh, honey bee, I miss y'all too. I hate being on the road so long. It's real lonesome. And a helluva a lot worse on my stomach, too!"

You giggled, but out of the corner of your eye you saw your momma pinch her nose some. She always did that when she disagreed with something. Whatever it was, she decided to keep it to herself, and you figured it had to do with wanting to keep Elvis content when she broke the news.

"You slave away all day on this?" He asked. "No, not all day, but it passed the time. Was nice getting back into cooking again," your momma replied. Since you both came to Graceland to live with Elvis, he'd had his staff stay on and continue their jobs. Mary was in charge of cooking and other household affairs, and she took it very seriously. There was hardly a day your momma was allowed to cook, and while at first she loved the change of pace, she now missed the more mundane tasks.

"Well, if I didn't know any better I'd think you used my own Momma's recipe. She used to make this for me all the time back in the day." You of course had never known Gladys, but you heard so many good things about the woman. The way your daddy spoke of her she was practically a saint in his eyes.

"I'm glad you're enjoying it so much, dear."

"Mhm. Say, how was your day, darlin'?" He spoke to you first, eying you up as he kept shoveling food into his mouth. Your daddy sure could eat; as such he got the biggest plate, and he always finished what was put in front of him.

"It was good..." You said, glancing at your lap. "Yeah?" He hummed. "What was good about it?" You glanced at your mother in a way you thought was surreptitious, but only got your daddy's hackles up. "What was good about it, doll?" He pressed, now too glancing at momma.

"I'll tell you later, dear." Momma said as you too spoke: "I'm a bit tired," and that was a mistake, because Elvis stopped eating. Which was never a good sign.

"What happened?" He repeated. "Someone gon' tell me?"

There was an awkward pause, so quiet you could hear someone out mowing the many lawns of Graceland mansion. "Well?" Daddy's voice started to get testier. You figured it was better to be out with it; he was impatient and stubborn as a mule. He'd all too happily wait you out and be worser for it.

Momma spoke first: "Well, dear, Y/N here got asked out on a date. A double date," she emphasized, "so don't go blowin' anything out of proportion."

"Who said anythin' about blowin' anything out of proportion?" He said, strangely calm.

Momma opened her mouth, then closed it, choosing her words carefully as she too sat down her fork. "Well, you know, honey, I love you, but sometimes you can overreact—"

"Overreact? I'm perfectly able to hold my damn temper," he bit out the words, fist clenching around his napkin. It was utterly ironic, and you couldn't help the giggle that slipped from your mouth, much to momma's widened eyes.

Your daddy's head shifted to you so fast he might've gotten whiplash. "And you, lil' girl, what have you got to say for yourself? Huh? And what's so goddamn funny?!"

"Nothing."

"Yeah, don't sound like nothin'. Who is this boy, anyhow? Ain't I tell you to stay away from 'em? Didn't you promise me?"

"Elvis!" Your momma cried. "Now why would you tell her a thing like that—?"

"Shut your mouth, woman, I'm talkin'. Y/N, you're testin' my patience, speak up!"

Your good mood evaporated at his cold tone, and you saw your momma felt similarly hurt. He hadn't ever yelled at her from what you'd heard, and it wasn't something your real daddy ever did, so it frightened you some. You didn't ever think Elvis would lay a hand on you or momma, but his booming voice shook you to your core. You knew his mood could turn on a dime.

"Uh... U-um..."

"What," he said it like 'wot', his southern twang coming out more in his anger. "Out with it!"

"You're scaring the poor girl," Momma interrupted again, quickly silenced by a glare cut her way.

"H-he's just a boy from school. We're in the same grade together."

"Gimme a name."

"Danny," you whispered.

He stroked his chin, which was developing a five-o'clock shadow. "And how'd ya... hatch this lil' plan o' yours?" He sneered.

"Well, it wasn't really me—"

"Don't lie to me, hunny, you're already on thin ice!"

"I'm not," and you looked him in the eye as you said this. "It was another boy—"

"Another boy? How many boys you been talkin' too?!"

"Oh, Elvis, let the girl speak!"

"Didn't I tell you—"

"Enough!" You shouted. Both of your parents looked at you as if you'd gone crazy. Maybe you had. But you didn't like this! Your daddy had only barely come home and he was already ruining everything!

"Y/N," Momma cried in shock as Elvis went, "Oh, you're in for it now, Y/N Presley!" And you believed him, because he rarely used your name, preferring a term of endearment, and he never, ever used your full name. But all your feelings caught up to you then: you were angry he didn't understand you, and sad that he was being so mean to you and momma, and that he'd probably ruin this shot at happiness for you when you didn't even get to experience it. It was all just so unfair!

"Lil' girl, don't you dare run away from me!" Elvis warned, but you had already taken off, getting a head start that allowed you to climb the stairs faster and slip into your bedroom, shutting the door and locking it behind you. This was another one of your daddy's rules you'd broken: leave your door open, so that he can check on you. You imagined locking it was the equivalent of all hell breaking loose. At this point you didn't care, and besides, daddy was already so furious with you, so what was one more nail in the coffin?

You heard the doorknob jerking from left to right as you laid in bed with the covers over your head, sobbing. Faintly you heard your step daddy order you to 'open this door right now, or else!' You kept shouting 'no' and cried louder. Finally, Elvis seemed to give up, for it grew real quiet and the shadow under the door disappeared. You cried yourself to sleep that night, hugging your big bear to you that Elvis had won at a county fair one summer. It was your favorite bear, and even if you were angry at its owner, it made you calm down enough to fall asleep.

The next morning you slept in, wanting to delay the inevitable as long as you possibly could. Finally, the smell of pancakes and bacon roused you from your bedroom; your stomach was gurgling loudly from not having gone to bed early without finishing dinner. And you knew Mary made the best breakfast in town.

As you crept downstairs, rubbing your eyes, you heard your parents talking in hushed tones, heads bent towards each other. They lifted as they caught you coming around the corner. "Look who's up," your momma said, smiling tiredly. "How'd you sleep?"

Your eyes flit to Elvis, who looked not at all like himself. For one thing, he usually slept in later then you, so even half past eleven was early for him. But more than that, he looked defeated and continued to distance himself from you. You'd hoped he'd calmed down since last night, maybe even come around some. At least he wasn't yelling at you or momma anymore.

"Y/N?" Momma tried again to get your attention.

"Oh, quit you're worryin'. The girl looks fine ta me," Elvis muttered. "Certainly took her time comin' down here. Ain't realize we were such horrible company to keep. "

Momma frowned at him, sighing. "Oh, dear, don't be that way." She'd never say so, but she was starting to feel like there were two children she had to take care of in this household.

"And what way am I bein'?" He groused. She didn't bother answering, knowing it wasn't a fight he'd ever let her win. "I'm goin' back upstairs. Didn't sleep a wink last night."

"But you've barely eaten!"

"I lost my appetite," he bit out, striding past you, monogramed bathrobe whipping past him, stirring some air around you in his hasty departure.

You felt real awful, felt some tears accumulating at the corner of your eyes; you hated to see your daddy so upset with you, and it didn't look like it was anything you could do about it. He'd just have to cooldown. You worried you might have lost your close relationship with him in the process, though. Momma quickly came to comfort you, "Oh, don't cry, baby. Your daddy's just... havin' a hard time comin' around to the fact that you're growing up is all."

"That's it?"

"Yeah. He just needs some time alone right now." She looked at you. "For some reason he's got it set in his mind that you shouldn't be around boys. Said it wasn't proper, and was insisting on maintaing your purity."

"Purity?" You questioned.

"It's got to do with his religious habits, I 'spose. Anyway, I said that's not right to shelter a growing girl like that, she'd only resent him for it and be even more curious to seek out that attention from boys in ways that are even worse. Hell, it's what I did. Your grammy didn't even want me going to school with other kids and decided to homeschool me."

"Really? I didn't know that momma." She nodded. "Over time it caused a rift between us, and it wasn't until I was on my own for several years that we repaired it and I saw where she was comin' from, although I still didn't entirely agree with the way she went about it."

"Still," she went on. "Maybe I shouldn't a' said that, because he got himself all wrapped around the axel again at the idea of you following after me in that way and he went and spoiled his breakfast." She shook her head, laughing a bit. "Live and learn, I guess."

This was a lot of information for you to take in. "What should I do?" You asked pleadingly. "I hate to have daddy so upset with me. We never fight like this..."

"Just give him time," she reminded you. "And for God's sake, don't let this delicious breakfast go to waste!"

Later that day, Daddy was sitting out on the lawn tanning, reading a book. It had an angel on the front and you figured it had to be another one of his religious ones. He was always reading them. "Hey Daddy, can I talk to you?"

He didn't immediately do or say anything, and you thought he was now giving you the silent treatment, but finally he laid his book flat on his chest, peering over at you with a raised brow. "I'm listenin'," he said.

You shuffled back and forth on your feet as you tried to think of what to say to move past this rift between you two. You didn't want to give up your burgeoning freedom, but it was worse having him stay mad at you like this; you just couldn't bear it any longer.

"'M sorry for hurting you like I did last night. It was all so new and... and, I didn't even know what I was really saying yes to. I just wanted to fit in but none of that matters if I don't have my daddy anymore."

Some of what you said might've been the right thing, for he opened his arms wide to fold you into his embrace. "You have me, honey bee, you have me. But thank you for sayin' that, baby. I hate fightin' too, and I missed ya somethin' real awful. You know we ain't ever gone to bed mad? And I don't wanna start now." He began peppering you with kisses to your cheek and forehead, no longer held back. It made your heart sing to be close again with your daddy; when he was sweet like this to you there was no one that made you happier on earth.

"But ya gotta understand why I was so angry with you, pumpkin. Ya know that, right?"

You picked at his shirt where the buttons lay open on his big hairy chest. "Yeah, daddy, I know."

"I need to hear you say it, darlin'." He picked up your chin to look him in the eye with his forefinger.

"It's 'cause I disobeyed you."

"And how did you disobey me, hunny?"

"I agreed to go on a date with a boy."

"That's right, baby." He kissed you some more, real sweet-like. "Why's that wrong?"

"Because...because they're trouble and I'm a special girl, and you don't want nothin' bad to happen to me."

He hummed, looking like a weight was lifted off him. "That's right, satnin. My special, innocent little girl." He patted my hair with a smile so wide it made my heart hurt.

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[nobodylikety]

Cat hybrid! Liz 🐈

Yeah I knooow it's been a while, I was kinda busy and had a bloody writers block,,, BUT HERE I AM, back with my blurbs and thoughts about hybrid! IVE, this time with Liz and her orange cat bevahior

tags: cat hybrid! liz x fem! reader, hybrid AU, fluff.

Cat hybrid! Liz is an absolute homebody! This house cat will hardly want to leave her home and go places, because inside her home are you, the rest of hybrid! IVE, her bed and all the food she can ask for.

Cat hybrid! Liz's swimming skills are as good as a sinking brick <3 she's not a very good swimmer, because cats themselves are not very fond of water. And as for bathing? no way. If it occurs to you that it's bath time, chances are Liz will demand some good cuddles afterwards.

Cat hybrid! Liz has orange cat energy, she's absolutely chaotic and goofy! Not only is she constantly fighting with Puppy!Yujin over silly things, but they are also accomplices and sometimes get into trouble together, because together they are twice as love bugs and the sweetest little cat and puppy, although not very bright! <3

+ like all orange cats, she's the most cuddly and goofy fuzzball. And when she's near you? she runs towards you, with her tail wagging all happy and for sure she tripped at least 3 times and ran into 2 walls, in the process of TRYING to get on your lap. She's such a good girl, kinda silly, but good girl 🩷

Cat hybrid! Liz lacks feline grace and agility…because her orange cat vibe is stronger. She can't jump, she can't climb…she always falls. BUT if she hears you open a bag of chips anywhere, she won't hesitate to ask for her portion (or steal it  ^_^ ♡)

Cat hybrid! Liz has a habit of flopping up on the sofa and looking at you intently, with big eyes, wagging her tail in anticipation, all serious and predatory attitude,,, before giving you the silliest, most affectionate headbutt out of nowhere <3

🐱 ، ﾟฅ ｡ [ Kitty shenanigans ]

Liz always finds unique ways to get into trouble, but she never fails to be the most adorable and affectionate kitty you'll ever meet.

Not a day goes by that Liz doesn't get into trouble. Like that time when Liz and you were playing together in the garden, and Liz started chasing the butterfly she'd found with such enthusiasm that she ended up tripping over a flower pot and falling face first into the middle of some flowers. And what did Liz do? she got up, shook the dirt off her fluffy ears and looked at you with an innocent expression, as if nothing had happened.

With that silly little smile, the same one she always does.

Or that other time, when Liz was trying to catch a fly buzzing near the window, but she jumped so hard that she ended up hitting the glass, leaving a little nose smudge on the glass.

Or like now, with the most frequent mischief that takes place almost every morning, and always in the kitchen.

You're preparing toast for breakfast, when Liz decides it's an excellent idea to hop across the table to inspect your culinary work. So with an air of elegance she tries to land gracefully, but instead of it, she trips over her own tail and falls face first into the tray of eggs, scattering them all over the kitchen. And of course, not before knocking over the pile of frying pans and pots, creating a chaotic clatter.

"Don't worry, Liz," you say with a chuckle as you help her up. "I think we'll have scrambled eggs this morning."

"Meow," she replies, looking up at you with innocent eyes, as if it's your fault.

Because It's never her fault, it's always yours.

And that sometimes makes you want to wrap Liz in cotton, to stop her from endangering her own life in her own stupid way. Liz really is a bit of a rebel, even when she's not actively trying to get into trouble.

But... you have to accept her for who she is, and if you're honest with yourself, there's something incredibly endearing about this goofy, sensitive, lovable little cat (who attempts to break herself more than once a day) that's part of your life.

Because even after a day full of stumbles and falls, when you sit on the sofa and enjoy the peace and quiet of home, with Liz purring softly as you stroke her head, her sweet gaze and carefree, goofy attitude reminds you of how wonderfully special she is.

So despite all the misadventures, you wouldn't for a moment change your life filled with Liz's antics.

Cat hybrid! Liz 's love language is giving you the goofiest headbutts and being dumb with you! (she has a weird sense of humor) so Liz is always tripping, falling, flopping clumsily on you, just for the sake of showing you her love for you!

+ This. Kitten. ALWAYS (LITERALLY ALWAYS). FALLS OR TRIPS OR GETS INTO DUMB STUFF.

Wants your attention? climbs the ledge closest to you, and before falling gracefully next to you, trips and falls on your head.

She's going to climb on your lap? miscalculates and ends up with her head stuck in the sofa.

She's going to purr you to lull you to sleep? she chokes on a hairball before she even opens her mouth.

And the list goes on, because Cat hybrid! Liz is an adorable bundle of leggy nonsense, and she loves you with all her heart. ♡

[count-alucard-tepes]

Happy Birthday Meep!! ♡

So for the day, what did you think would our OP daddies giving you? ♡

- meep anon ~

Thank you, friendo!💛💛💛 lets see what I’d get!😆

Kizaru ✨: takes me out for a fancy dinner and dance afterwards

Akainu🌋: gives me his prized bonsai tree that I end up killing

Ryokugyu 🌱: makes an entire garden of my favorite flowers

Fujitora 🐅: takes me out for soba!

Sir Crocodile 🐊: takes me shopping! Yasss baby daddy!

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩: gets me pregnant 😂

Benn Beckman 🔫: makes me breakfast in bed and then takes me to the beach

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡: gets me donuts and tea before spending the day out and about

Killer🔪: takes off his mask…and his shirt…and everything else😍

Kaido🐉: throws a banquet in my honor and then we get wasted

King 👑 : takes me out flying while he cradles me close to his tiddies

Queen👑: we go clubbing to where he performs and he gives me a shoutout

Izou🔫🔫: spa day!

Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒: gets a tattoo together

Oven Charlotte 🍞: bakes all my favorite sweet treats

Buggy🤡: buys me all his favorite hair care products

Marco the Phoenix 🦅: goes on a picnic date on the beach

Eustass Kidd🤘🎸: makes me bouquet out of metal!

Rosinantè Donquixote aka Cora-San💕: takes me a fancy island vacation

Who’s-Who ❤️‍🔥👹: we wear matching outfits and go to Disney!

Gecko Moria🦇: hosts a gothic ballroom party in my honor

Iceburg💜: finally gives me his blue lipstick but we do a swatch test…by kissing me!

Gild Tesoro⚜️🏅: buys me every fucking thing!

Rob Lucci🐆: lets me cuddle him in his kitty form

Karasu🐦‍⬛: writes me a poem

Koby🦸💘: makes a homemade cake

Douglas Bullet🚅: takes me to universal studios and goes on the roller coaster with me!

[ghuleh-recs]

Happy B @p1nkcanoe !! I threw together a list of my favorite p1nk fics in honor of the official ghoul den housewife’s birthday! Below you'll find a mix of polyghouls, papas, and plenty of Swiss—a little something for everyone. Not only is she a fantastic writer, but she also consistently shares amazing gifs, clips, and some truly iconic shitghosting. We are beyond lucky to have her here ♡

Wouldn’t it be a looovely present if you read a few of these and left some sweet comments?

recs under the cut.

swiss shaves copia's face for him - copia x swiss (gen)

copiasjuicebox asked: thoughts you say? Sometimes Swiss likes to sit on Copia’s lap and shave his face for him as delicately as possible

it's not uncommon for the multi-ghoul to sneak into the papal wing just as the sun has begun to descend over the lake, enter his papa's bedroom, and find him in the bathroom scrubbing at the blur of black and white and gray paint on his weathered features. copia used to wave him away. he used to shrug off swiss' kind hands, refusing to accept the little bit of help in fear of being seen as the old man he feels like on the outside. now, when swiss slips into the bathroom and closes the door softly behind him, copia moves wordlessly to the upholstered chair in the corner of the massive room and sits, waits for the ghoul to take over.

the fiction of speed - aurora x mountain

every year mountain raises a different species of butterfly to liven up his greenhouse. this year, he decides to raise ulysses swallowtails, vibrant blue and black butterflies, and becomes perplexed when one of his pupae fails to emerge with the rest of the flutter. as it turns out, it wasn't just any ordinary butterfly, but a friend.

Aurora becomes a friend. He looks for it in the tangle of leaves, stems, and vines every morning and offers out his hand for her to perch upon. It’ll fan out its wings for him, show off its colors, and he appreciates its beauty, its fragility, and its trust in him.  A beast and a butterfly; an unlikely pair. 

good JFK - phantom x swiss

jimothybarnes on tumblr asked: Swiss gives someone of your choice good jfk (maybe on the tour bus? in front of everyone? after a show?)

Swiss will not keep his hands to himself. He’s got something on his mind for sure. He’d stared at Phantom throughout the entirely of the night’s ritual from his platform, had glued his hands to Phantom’s waist and the small of his back during bows, and had practically dragged the ghoul to the dressing room afterwards to smother him with his lips and grope at sweaty skin until the door opened and the rest of their pack had filed in. And now, sitting on the bus, he still won’t stop staring at him like he wants to eat him alive. 

once twice melody - dewdrop x rain

A kiss is placed right under his ear and Rain presses his cheek into Dew's hair. Dew smiles at the slight vibrations against his back; Rain is purring. The odd feeling twisting in his gut returns and he allows himself to bask in it before craning his neck to catch the other's lips in a chaste kiss. "Rain, have you ever floated?" Dark brows knit together. His lips ghost over the fire ghoul's nose and lips as he speaks. "You mean like floating at the surface of the water?" "No, I mean like floating. It's an old manipulation trick. Makes you feel like you're flying, sort of." Rain shakes his head in small, minuscule movements as to not break the contact between them. "Then no. I've never floated. Can you show me?" Dew nods.

dreamy bruises - secondo x mountain

secondo calls upon his most massive ghoul for a favor: give him everything he's got and more.

Secondo’s room is warm both in atmosphere and in temperature, lit by the grand stone hearth that crackles and burns bright, and Mountain is already covered in a thin layer of sweat. He’s nervous, has been since the tiny sibling knocked on the door to the den and requested that Mountain meet his Papa in his bedroom. “ ASAP ,” she’d said before turning on her heels and escaping back into the abbey. He’d thought he’d been in trouble, perhaps finally getting punishment for the marble bust he’d accidentally walked into months ago. What he didn’t expect was to find his Papa strewn out on his bed clad only in an evergreen colored robe and a glass of red wine in his hand, beckoning him inside and asking him to lock the door behind him. “I have a special request…” he’d said in that gorgeous, husky voice. Everything after that had been a blur.

hold your camera high and click (series) - swiss x everyone

swiss has a polaroid camera and he loves to photograph his packmates.

There’s a wooden box in Swiss’ nightstand where he keeps his filthy photograph collection. Next to it is an empty space where he keeps the Polaroid camera, but an hour ago it was moved to his desk where it sits now, hooked up to an outlet so it can charge. The light on the side blinks orange–raised from the dead. It’s been a while since he’s broken the thing out. A thin film of dust had gathered over the top since he photographed Sunny only a year ago and the multi-ghoul had been more than excited to brush it off. 

the moon doesn't mind - copia x cumulus (x phantom)

phantom can't sleep. a glance out his window exposes a night of intimate fun between his papa and cumulus that can't be ignored.

He stands there for a while, watching and taking in the beauty of the dead of night, and he’s about to retreat back to the warmth of his bed when a shuffle of movement catches his eye from the papal wing. It’s difficult to tell exactly what it is he’s seeing through his Papa’s bedroom window. He glances back at his clock, 2:31 am, a peculiar hour for his papa to be awake. A quick glance further down the wing confirms that his office is dark. Strange. What in the world is Copia up to so late?

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[madame-fear]

I've always had this headcanon where lucerys' young wife is a little taller than him😂 he'd get a little annoyed if someone (jace) teases him for being shorter than his wife but as they grow older together, luke gets a growth spurt and surpasses his young wife, eventually when he's in his late 20s he's about as big and burly as harwin strong was aahhhh ❤🥺😭 but he'd still have his kind look in his eyes, the type who would never hurt a fly, but is built like a mountain and can (and will) break some bones if anyone dares to hurt their loves

HSHSJJDJDDJ YESSS MY HEARTTT

I know he'd get totally teased for being a bit shorter than you. Mostly Jace would make fun of him, or ruffle his hair when Lucerys is standing by your side. Of course, seeing his reddened face at being humilliated by his brother in front of you never fails to make you giggle at him teasingly, and Hells, you'd even decide to tease him by yourself.

It's mere innocent fun, really. Just teasing him, and then you'd obviously place so many kisses on top of his head, and would fill him with so much love afterwards the little annoying moment.

With time, especially on his late teens, you'd suddenly realise that he... kind of towers you slightly, making you have to look up to talk to Luke, stare at him, and even tiptoe to kiss him. Obviously you'd notice that his body will also grow a bit big, making him seem less like a little skinny shy boy, and more like a full growing young man surpassing his wife's height. *sigh, heart eyes 🥰*

By the time he's on his late 20s, he will definitely be his father's resemblance. Another little Breakbones, big, tall, sturdy, and would definitely tease you back, still remembering how Jace and you used to tease him a little bit for being slightly shorter than you. Since you have to tiptoe to kiss him — struggling at times to do so because of his big boy size —, he'd lovingly take you on his arms and lift you from the ground playfully so you can place smooches all over his face, or would even throw you on his shoulder randomly jut for the mere fun of it.

Sweet boy would still be the same timid, quiet, loving babe he's always been. Complete sweetheart that treats everyone kindly and doesn't get in troubles. The perfect husband for you that would show you how much he deeply treasures you to no end, embracing you in tight cuddles.

But if you or someone he loves gets hurt? Oh no, he won't even flinch in making that person immediatly regret harming you or anyone else in any possible way. Would he take advantage of his height just to kick sone asses and break bones? Of fucking course he will. And even, people will slightly feel threatened by simply seeing how tall and sturdy he is.

But yes, his sweetness and lovely-ness would remain there forever, as always. 🥰 Though expect to be teased back by him if you ever tease him about having been slightly taller than him in your youth 🤭

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[yandere-fics]

This is for your new ocs what would be they react their darling try to run away

♡ How They React To Their Darling Trying To Escape ♡

♡ Escape is very unlikely but let's say you do manage to make it out of the castle walls, there is absolutely no way you'd be able to make it out of the capital, let alone the kingdom. One of the first things she did when she decided you were her favorite maid she forced you to sit for a portrait so everyone in the kingdom could know your face, not that she told you that was the purpose, all she had said at the time was royals often had portraits of their favorite servants since they made such a big impact on their lives. Everyone knows your face and they all know they need to return you or they'll die. ♡

♡ The most likely possibility is that you believe you have escaped but are still in the forest within the palace because it stretches miles. She'll follow behind you at a leisurely pace for hours waiting for you to tire yourself out before she pounces and scoop you up back to the palace. Don;t worry she's going to take care of you but it's also great blackmail, you wouldn't want everyone to know that not only did you run away but you also made her nurse you afterwards right? Well then just give yourself over to her and she'll quell the rumors. ♡

♡ You screwed up big time, like this is a major fuck up, she's terrifying. She's extremely fit after years of chasing dragons as they were flying just to spear them while running. Chasing down her darling is no issue in the slightest, she'll have you back within an hour of you leaving her side. She's devastated that you tried to run but she's very delusional and she can find any reason to justify why you did it.

♡ If you're not dating then she'll allow you to roam a bit before she comes to fetch you, trying to not seem invested but still wanting to frighten you a bit. She believes you did this because she hasn't shown her devotion yet but she still isn't ready to fully show it so she hopes her tracking you will at least show you a small fraction of how she feels for you. If you're currently together then she'll come find you the moment you vanish from her side and might kill everyone in the immediate area. She thinks you only did it because you were scared of the future which is so cute, she could never stay mad at you! ♡

♡ Perhaps you ran away after you realized this was no longer fake relationship, that she was no longer pretending you were her darling or perhaps her families overbearing interrogation of your relationship was finally getting to you, either way it doesn't matter, the outcome in the same. You can't leave her, she's already put a curse on you that makes it so you trip if you get a certain distance from her so you can't escape. It's the first time she sees this particular curse in effect but it is one she's used often on intruders who got caught before she could see if it worked. ♡

♡ On the bright side you doing this convinced her family she really did care about you because her placing that curse in advance meant you two weren't just in a fake relationship. She's decreasing the amount you can walk away from her too because although she's finally convinced them to let her being heir, she doesn't want you to think you're allowed to wander just because the purpose of your relationship has been achieved, she won't say anything about it, she'll just laugh every time you fall on your face walking away from her and eventually you'll realize you're unable to get far from her. ♡

♡ Although she knows she is not worthy of you, that does not mean anyone else can have you and she will do anything to keep you by her side. She spoils all your best made escape plans, ruining all your connections at court keeping you in her chambers every night clinging to you and hoping you'll realize that you are a goddess and thus only your most devoted follower should be getting your time of day if you must give someone your time. Eventually you stop trying to plan your run away and just flee in the night since being smart was not going to work for you. This doesn't work either however. ♡

♡ Once she has you back in her chambers the worshipping is being kicked up 100 percent. She's doing everything for you so you will learn your place is above all those insects and you should not spare them a thought, your only task is to stay and allow her to love you as she is the closest to being worthy of basking in your radiance, so why don't you just marry her to make sure everyone knows she is the most devoted to you. ♡

♡ Much like Elisha, Abigail is a tracker however she has the added benefit of command a squad of knights who can assist in catching you. She would like to track you herself as that's what knights do in stories with their ladies who have fled but she can't exactly leave her post to do it when she has the knights who can do it just as well so she has no excuse for leaving her position. She won't explain to her knights why they're fetching you either. ♡

♡ If there's no prior public relationship the knights will assume they're fetching a traitor or a runaway prisoner so your treatment will be a bit harsh until she comes to "interrogate" you. She's fine with this as long as they don't rough handle you, she just wants you to feel a bit humiliated and realize that if you were her duchess you would never face this treatment. If there is a prior public relationship then they'll bring you straight to her and she'll send you to her families manor so they can properly train you. ♡

♡ Lmao no way you actually thought you could escape from her? The only escape is death and I doubt she would allow you to die, she'd just find something to revive you. She is rarely away for longer than a couple hours and she can sense when you've wandered too far from her cave. Beyond that to escape her you have to be faster than Elisha because even Elisha can't kill her. If The Dragon Slayer is slower than her then what chance does someone who isn't the chosen one stand? ♡

♡ For her this is a lovely game that she is playing with her mate. She knows you don't see it this way but dragons love to chase their mates, it's a bonding experience so she's thrilled. Please run again and again and again, she thinks you're just playing hard to get, you must know dragons love running after their mates, right? ♡

♡ Ainsley is very delusional but she also breaks from her delusions very easily so this was a very big mistake, baby girl. She finds you very quickly due to her high court position and when she does have you back in her arms you need to soothe her back into her delusions or she will begin to kill everyone you ever loved. She doesn't care how much she has to kill, she'll kill the whole kingdom so you have nowhere to run. ♡

♡ She's easy to soothe but there is an off chance that she also gives you a very pretty padded chain that allows you to walk around her entire tower but nowhere else, but she wouldn't want to resort to that because she wants to take you to court with her. ♡

[lazarizz]

muscle memory: sam x farmer

had the urge to write smth for my sdv farmer and Sam bc who else is gonna make content for them😭

anyways this is just some self-indulgent fluff and I just. love the idea of the farmer being both soft and gentle while being a huge hunk from carrying the town on their back.

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When Sam first met the new farmer, he didn't think there'd be anything spectacular about him. Sure, he seemed chill - there was definitely this softness about him from his pretty face and green fingers, he was clearly nothing more than just a gentle giant with a thing for crops - but that was all there was to him, right?

Boy, was he wrong. Abigail busted into band practice one day swinging a fucking sword, jabbering on about how Hansel the shy-wouldn't-hurt-a-fly farmer taught her a few moves for fighting off the monsters that lurk in the mines nearby. Sam couldn't believe it. This was the same guy that hangs out with him and Vincent sharing a pizza that he picked up from Gus on the way. This was Hansel, who wears the little daisy that he randomly plucked and placed in his hair because the shade reminded him of the grass; and he looked fucking adorable with it, like a gorgeous fairy prince.

It wasn't until Sam watched him from the porch, running around his farm in the scorching heat of summer with nothing but an old pair of jeans and boots, back muscles flexing with each plough of the dry soil that he finally believed it. He definitely wasn't tall and towering for nothing. And not only that, Sam got to feel the brick-like texture of his abs, fingers tracing over fresh scars earned from the mines he had ventured hours before their rendezvous. The warmth of his strong arms around him, as they lay in his bed, whispering sweet nothings in hopes his mother wouldn't hear was a broken record that still played in his mind to this day.

He flushes cranberry red as he lazily plucks his guitar, eyes dazed and glued to the extra sword Hansel had forgot to put away, as he was in a rush to catch a bus to Calico desert. Sam is quickly snapped out of his trance as the door creaks open to reveal his beloved husband with dishelved green locks and dusty clothes. Seems like he's gone deeper than last time.

“Baby! Welcome home.” Sam walks over with his signature lopsided grin and reaches up to sling his arms around Hansel's shoulders.

“Hey, love. Got something for you.” He hums against Sam's lips, trying to pull away so he doesn't get his clothes dirty. Each time Hansel arrives home from the desert, he brings a few cactus fruit for his sweetheart without fail - his favourite. Sam gleams an adoring smile as he pulls Hansel in for another kiss despite his whines; his form of showing affection in response to his thoughtful gifts.

“You look tired. Let me help you relax tonight, okay? Maybe I’ll give a massage later.” Sam murmurs and runs his hands along his tense shoulders and back, earning a content sigh from the farmer. He slides a hand down to lace their fingers together, warm calloused palms swinging gently as Sam guides him to the fresh bath he’s prepared.

Hansel is putty under the blonde’s gentle touch - he’s always been good with his hands. They exchange soft kisses between each tender touch that loosens the tension of the day. Sam’s fingertips brush over each memorised scar like a song he plays by heart, gaze soft and concerned causing Hansel to tug him closer as reassurance. And it’s Sam's turn to melt in his arms as they cuddle in bed afterwards, where he feels the safest and most content.

[theheartlandsblog]

writing and posting this the evening before. this is a eulogy for ivan ivanovich johnson. it is below the cut. read if you wish. ♡

my super-senior cat, ivan ivanovich johnson, is going to leave this way of life very soon. he is sixteen. he and i are as in love as we can possibly be. he has taught me how to love and live and how to be content and how to smile and mean that smile.

four years ago, almost to the day, my sister found him at 12 years old while taking out the trash. he had been effectively abandoned by one of two former families and had been homeless for an unknown amount of years. the first, at least, was good to him. she was so shocked when we texted her that we had found him. she had not even known he'd been lost. his microchip still had her information, unchanged from a full decade ago.

when he's with me, he trusts me to allow him to let that all go and just be a retired old man with beat-up ears and a bum leg. i have never had such a deep connection with anyone of any species before as i have with him. he wakes me up for cuddles in my bed with me, worms under my feet in his efforts to escort me throughout my house. his body is rickety and full of stories and it melts into my touch. he has never scratched me, and only ever bit out of pain from a sore dewclaw. sixteen years old and the light in his eyes is still gentle and content and happy. he holds my hand when he sleeps. he drools into my palm.

i have been disabled for a year and a half now. i am only just now able to manage it with medication. before that, i was home helping my mother adjust to life after a stroke. before that, it was the pandemic. ivan johnson came to us december 6th, 2020, and now, on the day his body withdrew, i became a first-time college student. i was seventeen. i'm twenty one now. for this whole phase of my life, this phase inside, this cocoon, he's been there. just happy to be involved. pleased as punch to sit by my side and gladly beckoning me to sit by his. now, suddenly, everything changes and moves on, and he is going to change, too. it is all so very put-together. i feel cripplingly young.

when he first came to us, within the very first three days, he was, rather gleefully, peeing where ever he wished. he knew how to use litter boxes and pointedly ignored them. my mother hypothesised, from the next room over in an all-knowing tone, that he'd probably got something wrong with his kidneys. he didn't, then. his immediate vet visit afterwards was passed with flying colours. however, i remember sitting with him on the lounge chair after hearing that, scared for his life, and praying to the universe to take a year off *my* life and give it to him, so we could live it together. just to add it to whatever he'd got left in the tank. i wanted that. it was ok. my permission was out there.

i felt this wind go through me, this acceptance, this wind blowing into his soft, comfortable body, which i was holding. later, so much later, about a year ago from now and when ivan johnson was fifteen, i was first told that we had to watch his kidneys. now it is winter, just like that first one, like clockwork, like the circuit of the earth, of life itself, and his tank is empty. there is a beautiful reflection of him and i in the metal at the bottom. we are looking down at each other. i've prayed that same prayer since then, begged it, saying take it, take anything you want, you have my permission, i love you. but i have never felt the same way i felt during that prayer.

i truly believe he was given one of mine. twelve is old for a cat. for a street cat, even older. what is oldest of all is the very *best* thing about the human lifespan being so long, the very *best* thing about being able to grow so old, the *thing*, the responsibility, the duty, the gift - our animal companions will never know a day without us again. that is a gift. an ancient and perfect gift. it's another gift in the long line of gifts that i get to give him. he will never know a day without me again. i am blessed.

in russian naming tradition, the middle name is patronymic, for the men. their names are decided by the names of their fathers. ivan johnson came to us from nothing, with no one, trotting down the wet asphalt in the dark, just a white spot in the winter night, the spot on his chest. i gave him his middle name based upon his own. *ivan*ovich. he is his own man, his own father, all his own, choosing, with a gentle nudging tap from the universe, to offer his discarded, erased history to me and my family to fill back up. ivan ivanovich johnson is his own beloved man, and he is mine, mine, he is mine because i am his, endlessly. i am his.

for 1,440 days and 1,339 nights, he and i have shared our souls. thankfully, that will continue tomorrow. and the next day. and the next. our job as human beings is to nurture as many others as possible. we have become over millennium the perfect vessels of love and life. hands, brains, language, longevity. evolutionarily fine-tuned to love one another. this is evening is no exception to that blessed responsibility. that's alright. he gets one more night and one more sunrise and sunrises are all the colour of his yellow eyes and that's alright. one thousand four hundred and forty one days. one thousand four hundred and forty nights.

you will rest soon in the year i gave you and the years you gave me and they will blend together because what is mine is yours and what is yours is mine and our life is precisely that. ours. the years before were only a prelude to our meeting and we fell in love and we're in love now and that's alright and that's perfect and i'm telling everyone on the internet that i love you because just telling you isn't quite enough for the amount i've got. and - i know you love me too. what a perfectly wonderful thing. thank you ♡

i hope, desperately, a little selfishly, that i am on the backs of your eyelids when your life plays back upon them as you slip gently from it. i hope that i am there a lot. i hope that you smile at the parts where we are together. i have always so enjoyed making you smile. if i end up in a hospice bed, there is going to be a spot down at the end for you. it will be warm, don't worry - i move around in my sleep a lot. my leg will end up down there and we can share our body heat. you can rest your little head upon it. i think that you will be on the backs of my eyelids when i die. i will die with a smile on my face and they might bury me that way. i love you very, very much. you can think of me as much as you like. if you drool on my foot then that is fine too. i'm happy to be yours.

[herrscherofsentence]

Saint Cassian Chamber Choir with a trans reader

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•FtM reader ! :)

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•this can be taken as platonic or romantic !

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warnings ; me not understanding Ocean’s or Jane’s character, reader is pre-op, mentions of over wearing a binder, Implied transphobia, not from anyone in the choir, mostly not needed warnings but just want to be safe lmao-

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Ocean O’Connell Rosenburg

•She gets sometimes gets your pronouns mixed up and feels really bad afterwards.

•if you haven’t chosen a preferred name, Ocean will probably help you choose one

•Ocean immediately comes to your side if someone is purposely misgendering or deadnaming you

•If you’re comfortable she’ll get all the teachers to use your preferred name + pronouns :)

•she probably knew before you told her

•overall your #1 supporter

Noel Gruber

•As soon as you tell him he is listing down clothes to give you

•if your over binding he immediately notices based on if your acting any differently. Once you end up taking it off and put on a oversized hoodie wether it be your own or his, you two are still ending up cuddled together. :)

•Someone bothering you? He gets that someone to leave you alone

•celebrates a coming out party for you.

•if you don’t feel like actually going to a hair stylist to get your hair cut he’ll do it, still making u pay though

•he understands how the struggle of identifying as something most people don’t identify as, he knows how fast message flys through the small town.

Mischa Bachinski

•He probably treats you the same as you were just with your preferred name and pronouns.

•Someone gonna to disappear if they are making you uncomfortable.

•He’s probably just like fully taken it when/if you would over bind

•gives it back eventually. :)

Ricky Potts

•I feel like he would give u a sticker that has the trans colors on it.

•He supports you a ton, if he gave you a zolar character, he also makes the zolarian character trans :)

•aaa idk what else to add for ricky im sorry 😭

Penny Lamb / Jane Doe

•She is very understanding

•if your in the choir and she’s the first one you told, she’ll help you come out to them ofc if your comfortable

•helped you in battling the school to let you wear a guy’s uniform.

Constance Blackwood

•checks up on you the day after you came out to her.

•whatever you might identify as she teaching you how to play a recorder, it dont matter

•incredibly supportive towards you :)