#at least this is what we wore at my place haha

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Not sure how old Gidel is but how about we get to see him and Cheka meeting? and then big bros Leona and Fellow can watch their kids play with each other haha

So tell me, do you wanna go?

Fellow liked to think of himself as decent at arithmetic. Numbers made sense, had clear-cut definitions to them. They could be manipulated in predictable ways. Added, subtracted, divided.

He also knew that children don't just magically multiply--which was why he did a hard double take when he glanced back and found two figures trotting after him, not one.

"... Who the hell's this?" Fellow demanded, thrusting his fox-tipped cane at the second boy. "You seen this guy before, Giddie?"

Gidel furiously shook his head.

The new child, a lion cub with a fiery orange mane, stared up at Fellow with wide caramel eyes. “Hiya! Have you seen my ojitan? I'm lookin' for him."

"Your ojitan?" Fellow blinked. He combed through the NRC staff in his head. Not a single lion beastman came to mind. Shoot, looks like I can't hold him for a handsome ransom. "Nope, can't say I have. You might be lookin' in the wrong place, kiddo. Try Foothill Town."

"I don't have enough money for the bus fare. I used what I had to take the bus here,” the bot explained. “Plus, Kifaji might still be waiting for me back in town.”

Kifaji? Must be the brat’s babysitter.

"Well, sorry. Afraid I can't help ya. C'mon, Giddie. Let's get going." Fellow turned and took a few paces. The familiar clumsy footsteps of his little brother didn't follow.

He stopped and glanced back, finding Gidel pawing at the pendant looped around the lion cub's neck. It was beaded with vibrant colors, with a large circular silver medallion and a cerulean feather hanging off of it.

"Oh! You like my necklace?"

Gidel nodded.

"Hehe. Kifaji says it's my special charm. It helps me find my way home when I'm lost." A pause. "Do you wanna try it on since you don't have one?"

Gidel's eyes widened. He reached for his top hat and offered it to the cub. A fair trade, he seemed to suggest.

"Oi, Gidel!" Fellow hissed. "Now's not the time for fun and games!"

His protests went unnoticed, however. The lion cub plopped the top hat on red mane, and Gidel slipped the feathered pendant over his head.

"Ahahah! You look so good in that!"

Gidel shyly waved a hand at the other child. You too.

"Your name's Gidel?" The lion cub gave a huge grin. "I'm Cheka. Let's be friends!"

Shock slipped over his facial features. Friends? Gidel hadn't thought it possible. He moved around too much, could never plant his feet in the ground.

Something in his chest fluttered with excitement. Friends, for real? Could he really have them?

“Oh no, ya don’t!”

Suddenly, Cheka was yanked back by the scruff of his shirt. Gidel, too, fell backward, pulled by Fellow by the sleeve. He had half a mind to scold Gidel for talking to strangers--but his mouth went dry when he met the gaze of another beast.

Green, proud.

"Y-You're...!!"

"Ojitan!!" Cheka squealed in delight.

"Don't 'ojitan' me!" Leona scowled, keeping his grip on the child firm. "You keep runnin' off from your guards like that, and ol' Kifaji will blow a blood vessel. He wouldn't stop spam calling me until I nabbed you for him. You're going back to the old coot ASAP."

"Noooo, I wanted to play with you and my new friend!" Cheka protested, flailing his limbs.

"Not on my watch, you aren't. Kiss your ‘new friend’ good-bye.” Leona glared at the top hat Cheka wore. “And trade that back.”

“Hold on a sec!!” Fellow cried out. “Did you just say this kid has bodyguards?!”

Bodyguards… and related to this pompous NRC student… That means he’s loaded!! Well, at least his parents are. Operation Handsome Ransom is still possible!!

“Heeey, Cheka-kun! How would you like to come over for a playdate with Giddie?” Fellow asked sweetly, honey dripping from his voice as he wrung his hands together. (Gidel looked confused until Fellow elbowed him, forcing the boy to give a vigorous nod.)

Leona narrowed his eyes at the conman. "Nice try, omnivore. That trick won't work on me. Find some other sucker. Cheka, we're leaving."

"Ojitaaan, lemme down! I don’t wanna leave yet!”

"No."

"C-Come back, Cheka-kun! This Uncle Fellow Honest-sama has a neat magic trick to show you!"

“Go away!”

"...!!"

"By the Sevens..." Leona groaned. He could feel a migraine coming on. "Let it go already!!"

[daydreaming-nerd]

Shadows and Sins (Ruhn Danaan x Reader)

Takes place pre HOFAS

My masterlist

A/N: I’ve been sitting on this for so long and guess what I GAVE HIM A BIKE HAHA biketok girls we ride at dawn. 

Summary: All is fair in love and war… (enemies to lovers inspired by House of Balloons by The Weeknd) 

Warnings: SA, intoxication, banter

Word count: 3981

Prince, starborn, bad boy, party animal, loose cannon and playboy, those were the words typically used to describe Ruhn Danaan. 

Asshole, spoiled brat, antagonizing, vexing and unfortunately handsome…those were the words I used to describe my best friend's brother.

Ruhn came into my life about a year ago when I started working at the archives with his younger sister Bryce, who I became friends with almost instantly. He came in one day demanding to speak to Bryce and since I thought he was just some lovesick guy like all the others who came panting after the redhead I promptly told him off. It wasn’t until 30 minutes of fighting back and forth that Bryce returned from lunch with Hunt that I found out I was wrong, and the prince never let me live it down. 

Since then, we were like oil and water, order and chaos, and love and war. Though I suppose all was fair when it came to that. 

We fought whenever we saw one another, which was often since him and Bryce had become reacquainted. At first she hated our squabbling, but with Athalar’s calming presence in her life she had grown to use it as free entertainment. So when the bell over the door to archives rang and her laugh echoed subsequently I knew I was in for a fight… 

“Brought your wallet,” called the voice I dreaded to hear. “You gotta stop leaving it at my place.”

“Thanks Ruhn,” Bryce chirped, confirming the worst. 

Sure enough I turned around to find Ruhn Danaan waltzing in like he owned the place, which I sure he could if he wanted to, he was a prince after all not that you could ever tell. In all the fairytales I had read as a little girl the prince’s always wore fine tunics and rode on white horses. But Ruhn opted for a black t-shirt and a speed bike and unfortunately if he had been anyone but who he is I would’ve found that incredibly hot.

“I still don’t know why you insist upon hanging out with the rabble,” Ruhn said to Bryce leaning his forearms against the countertop. 

Bryce shoots her brother a look that begs him to behave himself for once in his life, and part of me thought I should be the bigger person and not fight back. But I wasn’t a bigger person-I was a petty bitch, and I’ll be damned if I let Ruhn Danaan come into my place of employment and talk smack to me. 

“It’s probably because she needs at least one acquaintance who doesn’t need someone to wipe his ass for him,” I said with a fake smile, continuing to polish the silver chalice in my hand.

Bryce snorts as she shoves her wallet into her purse. Both of us turn to her to find her trying to hide her giggle at my comment. 

I cross my arms over my chest giving Ruhn a self satisfied look and as usual he won’t let me win that easily. 

“Funny you should mention it. I've been looking for someone else who would wipe it for me. Interested? I’m sure you’d love the view,” he smirks that godsdammned lip ring making an appearance. 

“One of these days I’m going to rip that ring right out of your lip,” I growl bracing my arms on the counter like I might do it right now. 

“Oh the women of Crescent City would weep at the loss of my beloved lip ring, they do so love when it grazes their-” 

“That’s enough!” Bryce shouts pushing Ruhn towards the door. “I do not want to hear about your bedroom activities!” 

“Same here I just ate lunch!” I shout from behind the desk. 

“Please, you're begging for more images of me to get off to!” Ruhn shouts from the threshold of the door as Bryce continues to push him. 

“If I wanted to see mediocre fucking I’m sure there’s a website for it!” I holler as Bryce closes the door. 

I smirk and waggle my fingers at him as he bangs on the door. Once again I got the last word and oh boy did it feel good. 

Bryce didn’t walk away from the door until the revving of Ruhn’s bike could be heard taking off down the road. She turned to me with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face. My lip twitched up in amusement and her scorned look broke as both of us roared with laughter.

“Okay I have to admit the ass wiping bit was pretty good,” she chortled, coming around to help me polish again. 

“You like that one? I’ve been saving it.” I laugh remembering the look on his face when his own sister laughed at him. 

“I still hate that you two fight, but at least it’s like getting my own comedy show now,” she shakes her head. 

We finish our polishing in peace, talking over last night's episode of Fangs and Bangs, and our raucous plans for tonight. It was friday, which meant girls night was happening at The White Raven. It was honestly my favorite day of the week, I looked forward to it more than I cared to admit. Society called us vicious party girls, but how bad were we really? 

“So I’ll meet you there at 10?” Bryce asks, locking up the shop. 

“Yeah what are you wearing though?” I ask rummaging through my bag for the key to the lock on my scooter.

“I was going to wear that red silk dress, you know the one Hunt tried to tear off me,” she smirks, wiggling her eyebrows. 

“Ooo someones playing dirty trying to get laid tonight,” I muse, if Bryce did one thing well it was ruffle Hunt’s feathers everytime he had to pick her up after a girls night. 

“Like I even have to try that hard anymore,” she laughs tucking the keys into her bag. 

“Oh how I wish I had a man to carry me home from the bar and dick me down afterwards,” I sigh with fake longing, though we both know I was telling the truth.

“Prince Charming is out there and who knows you might meet him tonight,” she smiles as she begins to walk towards her apartment. “Wear the black and silver dress!” she calls back. 

I shake my head and continue walking towards the other side of town. I hadn’t planned to wear the black and silver dress tonight but Bryce was never wrong about fashion, so black and silver it was. 

The White Raven was alive and bouncing per usual. Couples coupling in dark corners, some drunk girls grinding on each other wearing bachelorette tiaras, men shouting at their friends to finish their beers. Among those rowdy men, Ruhn Danaan. 

He had kindly greeted Bryce and unkindly greeted me when he first arrived. Bryce promptly shooed him off letting him know that it was girls night and he said he’d rather chew glass than stick around. While he was across the bar it didn’t help with the awareness that he was there. 

Normally girls nights were carefree, Bryce and I might end up dancing on a bartop and of course they would call the Umbra Mortis to haul us over his shoulders. Sometimes we would kick Hunt out his own bed and force him to sleep on the couch so us girls could have a “sleep over”. 

Tonight was different. The last thing I needed was to commit some atrocious behavior that Ruhn could put in his arsenal of insults. I could already hear him jesting about how I made out with a lion shifter or fell over on the dancefloor. So Bryce and I stuck to sitting at the bar, sipping our drinks and talking shit like sophisticated women.  

Two drinks turned to four, and four turned to six. The colorful lights only made my head spin faster as I downed the rest of my drink. I looked to my right to find Bryce’s nearly untouched. Athalar had showed up about ten minutes ago after our bartender told him we were approaching being cut off. Of course the moment Bryce saw him all bet were off… she now stood with her tongue down his throat and he didn’t seem inclined to protest. Turns out she was right about that red dress. 

I roll my eyes and grab her martini and down it slamming it back on the bartop, not like she was going to need it.

“Bryce I’m heading out,” I say, putting my hand on her shoulder. 

She gave me a thumbs up as Hunt moved from her lips to her neck. I just shook my head and grabbed my purse. It wasn’t uncommon for me to go home alone, she had my location and we always kept tabs on one another.

The second I stood on my feet all the alcohol rushed to my head, and I had to close my eyes and take a deep breath to steady myself. I looked at my barstool and thought about sobering up, but the last thing I wanted to see was the mate makeout session, so I shook my head to try and clear my mind and sauntered out towards the door. 

The night air did little to sober me up, and my stilettos didn’t help with the wobbling. I pulled out my phone to try and find a ride home, but when the rideshare app quoted me $100 to go two miles I shoved my phone back in my purse with a huff and started walking towards my apartment. Like hell I was paying that for two miles.

My heels clicked on the pavement, echoing off the alley walls. Suddenly another pair of shoes echoed off the walls as well, not light and feminine steps, big clunky shoes. 

“Where are you going darling?” crooned a voice I didn’t recognize. 

I tried my best to pick up the pace, but the nature of my delicate shoes did little to give me any sort of advantage. My hands fumble with my purse trying to pull out the pepper spray Hunt got me for my birthday last year but those last two drinks were starting to catch up with me and my world was spinning. 

I feel a pair of hands grab my shoulders and slam me against the wall of the White Raven. My purse falls to the ground and I’m met with a pair of brown eyes. The guy had a backwards sunball hat and a blue shirt and he reeked of liquor. 

“Come on baby it’s not safe for pretty things like you to be out here,” he slurred, his body pressing closer to me. 

I cringe at the smell of his breath, “Get off of me creep!” I shout hoping that the alley isn’t that empty. 

My hands try to push him off but my intoxicated nature doesn't allow for much dexterity on my part.  

“Oh come on sweetheart don’t be that way,” he mumbled drunkenly, attaching his mouth to my neck. 

I try to push him off once more but I wobble, uneasy on my shoes. His hands fall from the small of my waist to the hem of my dress and I feel my blood run ice cold. 

“NO!” I shout scrumbling to get the sleeze off me. 

A hand grabs the back of the males collar and the sound of a fit making contact with his jaw reverberates through the alley as the male hits the ground. I stand shocked with my hands over my mouth as Ruhn Danaan shakes out the hand that delivered the punch and kicks the limp male. 

“You okay?” he asks nonchalantly, giving me a once over. 

I stand there still too stunned to speak, my eyes wandering from the male on the ground to Ruhn standing there with that damned black t-shirt clinging to his torso. 

He bends down to pick up my purse and shoves it into my arms. The gesture that finally breaks me out of shock. 

“T-thank you,” I mutter, still a little slow. 

“Where’s Bryce?” he asks looking around the alley, the sound of the club music inside still booming. 

I push myself off the wall stumbling a bit, “Inside sucking face with Athalar,” I slurr. 

“Thanks for the visual,” Ruhn purses his lips.

I straighten myself up and take a deep breath trying to act as sober as possible which probably was making me seem even more drunk, but I had to at least try. 

“Well thank you for uh…that,” I say gesturing towards the man still unconscious on the pavement. “I’ll see you around I guess.” 

I start wobbling down the alleyway once more, blinking my eyes rapidly to get my mind to clear and focus on walking home. 

“Where the hell do you think you’re going princess?” he croons. 

Princess. Gods that fucking nickname. Most people would use it as a compliment or a pet name, but Ruhn knew how it drove me insane. He claimed I was just a spoiled princess one time and when I freaked out and yelled at him about it he proceeded to make that his nickname for me.

“I’m going home,” I sneer, trying to walk as best I can. 

“Like hell you’re walking home alone,” he growls, gripping my arm.

My eyes fly too the tattooed hand on my arm, and then up to those violet blue eyes that sparked with rage. 

“I do it all the time I’m fine,” I growl trying to rip my arm out of his grasp but I only succeed in making myself stumble more. 

He steadies me before speaking again, “Stop I’ll give you a ride,” he says motioning to his blacked out R1 parked in the alley. 

“I am not getting on that death trap with you after you’ve been drinking,” I scoff. 

“I’m not drunk, I don’t get drunk in public, it’s bad for appearances,” he says, irritation flitting across his unfairly handsome features. 

“Then how do I know you’re not going to dump me into Istros?” I sneer and the muscle in his jaw ticks and I can tell it’s taking everything in him not to fire back at me. 

“Because Bryce and I are finally on good terms and I’m pretty sure she would never forgive me if something happened to her best friend,” he explained, his words cold as ice. 

Maybe I was stupid, maybe I was drunk, maybe I was just cold and wanted to go home, but I actually believed him.

“Fine, let's go,” I say, walking towards his bike. 

I had to admit I always wanted to ride a motorcycle. Now riding on the back of Ruhn’s while I was drunk wasn’t exactly the time I wanted to do it, but I suppose beggars couldn’t be choosers. The bike was large and completely blacked out, if the moon hadn’t illuminated it just right I wouldn’t have been able to see it. 

Ruhn approaches the bike and starts the engine, every movement is like second nature to him. He takes the helmet off the seat and goes to put it on himself but then stops, turns to me, and punks it down on my head. The darkness of the visor mixed with the late hour making it impossible to see. I huff and flip it up, giving him a pointed glare. 

“I don’t have both helmets so this will have to do,” he says studying the way it fits me a little big. 

Tattooed fingers brush under my chin, tilting it up so he can buckle the strap for me. I would protest and say I’m capable of doing it myself but in my drunken state I’m not so sure. When he clips the buckle it pinches my skin for a moment and I yip.

“Ouch you pinched me!” I yelp smacking him in the arm. 

“Well if you stopped squirming I wouldn’t have pinched you,” he smirks, throwing his leg over the bike. “Now swing your leg over the bike and put your feet on these pegs,” he instructs me. 

I do as I’m told, using his broad shoulders as support as standing on one leg, drunk, in stilettos was never a good idea. Once I’m seated I keep my hands on his shoulders lightly and my bum on the edge of the seat, putting as much distance away from each other as possible. 

“You gotta hold on or you’ll fall off sweetheart,” he laughs, somehow finding humor in the precarious situation we’re in. 

“Yeah fucking right, like I’m going to wrap my arms around you like a little lovesick puppy,” I huff. “Just drive.” 

He shakes his head and revs the engine making the bike jerk forward. The momentum has my bum moving further into the seat and my arms instinctively wrapping around his middle, like I was afraid to fall off.

“There we go much better,” he smirks before revving the engine a couple of times. “Hold on tight princess.” 

I’m not given another warning before he speeds out onto the streets. Thankfully there aren’t a lot of cars and people out this late at night, but it doesn’t stop the crown prince from weaving around traffic that is there. He goes so fast I feel compelled to hold onto him with a deathgrip. 

By the time we pull up to my apartment my stomach is queasy. I swing my leg off the bike and nearly fall over until Ruhn catches my arms and hauls me up. 

“Woah there princess, maybe we better keep the helmet on, you’re a walking liability.” he laughs clearly enjoying seeing me in a vulnerable moment. 

“Take it off,” I grumble as I stand up straight again. 

He repeats the motion from earlier, tilting up my chin to help me take the damned thing off instead this time he ruffles my hair when he’s done. 

“You did pretty good for your first time as a backpack,” he smirks as I glare at him. 

I go to walk up my front steps and slip on my damned heels again, the ones that were definitely going to the back of the closet after this outing. Arm wraps under my shoulders and I feel Ruhn helping me up the steps to my second floor apartment. 

“You don’t have to do that, I can make it,” I grumble. 

“Trying to stay in Bryce’s good graces remember,” he says as I fumble with my keys.

My apartment wasn’t the nicest. It wasn’t a dump by any means, I did my best to keep it homey and clean, but it also wasn’t as nice as Bryce’s. Well I suppose Bryce and Hunt’s apartment now. God she was definitely having a better night than me. 

I walk inside and go to close the door but that damned tattooed hand stops me. 

“Not going to invite me in? That’s not very friendly,” Ruhn tuts walking right past me.

I scoff at him, walking in like he owns the place. Part of me wants to drag him out by his ear, but the logical part of me bends over to get myself out of these death trap shoes. I throw them across the room as punishment for their crimes tonight. 

When I walk further into my apartment I find Ruhn has completely made himself at home by grabbing a beer out of my refrigerator and cracking it open. 

“Are you serious?” I scoff walking to the sink across from him and getting myself a glass of water. 

“Consider it payment for the free ride home, I’ll take my thanks at any time you know?” he says smugly, taking another sip.

“Thank you for the ride,” I sigh. “Now will you please go?” 

He furrows his brows, “And waste a freshly opened beer? I don’t think so.” he says. 

I lean against the counter adjacent to him and sip my water. I can’t help but roll my eyes at the male. This was just like Ruhn, finding simple ways to get under my skin. I hated the fact that I liked the way he looked in my kitchen, black t-shirt in jeans, hair tied to the nape of his neck. 

Ruhn’s eyes flicker with amusement and then he chuckles, “I really do get under that delicate skin of yours don’t I princess?” he croons. 

“I told you. Don’t. Call. Me. Princess.” I snap at him, oh god if looks could kill. 

He pushes himself off  the counter, “Then stop fucking acting like one,”  he says low prowling forward with every step. 

The closer he gets the taller he looms. I know this little scare tactic, him trying to invade my space and make me feel small. It’s not like I have much of a choice either, not with the way my back is pressed into the counter. 

I can’t tell if it’s the alcohol or the expensive cologne pouring off him but there’s something about the way he’s looking at me that is so damn arousing. A fucked up part of me wanted him to stick his tongue down my throat but I quickly threw that thought away. 

He was mere inches away from me when I started to think he would do just that. My pulse raced and my thighs clenched. But when his arm reached up brushing the shell of my ear it just kept reaching until it came to the top shelf of my cabinets and plucked the bag of chips off the shelf. 

My shoulders sag as I realize he was just reaching for a snack to go with his beer, and I mentally cursed myself for hoping it would be more. 

He chuckles, opening the bag of chips and popping one into his mouth, not moving from where he stood just inches away from me. He clearly was loving this little power trip he was on. 

“You look disappointed, princess,” he chuckles, fishing another chip from the bag. 

I roll my eyes and look to the side, unable to meet the predatory gaze that almost had me throwing my moral code out the window just minutes ago. 

His hand drifts under my chin pulling my gaze to his as he takes a step forward again. 

“Did you think I was going to kiss you?” he asks low, his thumb and forefinger pinching my chin so I can’t look away. 

I swallow the lump in my throat. My logic screams to shove him, my alcohol induced brain says to kiss him and my mouth can’t find the words to speak. 

Ruhn smiles, lowering his head to me, “Maybe I should kiss you, it would be good to shut you up,” he laughs, voice gravely. 

His lips are so close to mine I can feel the warmth of his breath, I swear the cool metal of that damn lip ring brushes my mouth. My body leans forward of its own accord but then he reaches his other hand up and pops another chip in his mouth thoroughly running the moment.

“No I don’t think I will kiss you, even though it’s clear that you want me to,” he smiles, that damn knee wobbling smile he gives every woman to bring them to their knees. 

I stand in a state of shock as he back up to his side of the kitchen again, he plucks his keys off the counter and twirls them in his hand as he walks towards the front door. 

“Have a good night, princess,” he says on the way out, putting an emphasis on the name that drives me crazy. 

I’m left standing alone in my kitchen, glass of water long since forgotten and mouth agape. Ruhn Danaan almost just kissed me, and the fucked up part of it was I wanted him to.

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[paradiseprincesss]

Absolutely ANYTHING with psychiatrist reader x patient jon crane! We don’t have enough of these 😭 and I loveee your fics so far!

Just a suggestion, maybe him meeting reader who has suppressed feelings for him in order to not cross any professional boundaries, at her place after breaking out of Arkham. Could be angsty with some intense lovemaking afterwards (once again, it’s totally up to you what you want to write. This was just an idea I had. No smut is fine too)

experience | jonathan crane

hello my love - this is such a good idea! i tried to write it the way you explained it so i hope this lives up to all ur expectations haha <3 and thank you for the kind words! i had so much fun writing this!

summary: falling in love with your patient was not something you ever thought you'd experience - but what if he's fallen for you too?

warnings: mentions of suicide, swearing, p in v, masturbation, slight choking, kind of size kink lowkeyyy, just smut lol, mdni 18+ only

word count: 3.8k

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working at arkham asylum was...interesting to say the least. you were in the last year of your psychiatry residency, and after this you'd be a full, licensed, practicing doctor specializing in psychiatry. it was exciting for sure, but dealing with your patients at arkham was no easy feat.

you'd seen it all - criminals, drug addicts, the insane; all of it. every single day there was something, wether that was an patient or inmate causing a riot or someone having a mental breakdown and hanging themselves in their cell - there was always something happening.

however, there was one patient; inmate - that stood out the most to you; jonathan crane.

he'd been your patient for the last eight months as none of your colleagues wanted to take him on because of who he was - but you loved a challenge. you wanted to prove yourself to your higher-ups, you wanted to show the preceptor in charge your residency program to see what you were capable of.

so, you offered to take him off everyone else's hands - and well, you'd come to partially regret that decision. however, your higher-ups and preceptor were impressed by your skills. he wasn't easy to deal with, that's for sure. he was the scarecrow after all - and don't forget, he was a psychiatrist himself.

though, you had a hold on him the same way he had a hold on you - but you didn't tell him that. jonathan made it clear from the start that he found you attractive, even behind bars and wrapped up in a straightjacket he would find ways to flirt with you, talk to you, or get your attention.

today, you had a scheduled session with jonathan to see if any progress was being made regarding his medication (which you knew he never took), and his behaviour.

your black pumps clicked against the wooden floor, and you closed the door quietly behind you, taking a seat in your office chair. you pulled up his file quickly on your laptop, and he sat a few feet away from you on the plush couch in your office. straightjacket and all.

"good morning, jonathan." you say, finally looking up from your laptop and locking eyes with him - god, his eyes were so pretty.

he never addressed you as "doctor" with your last name following, but instead, he insisted on calling you by your first name, or some pet name he felt like using that day.

you didn't mind actually, he was one of your more...tame and easy patients that you had, if not the easiest to deal with.

"you look beautiful as always." he said, and you smile at him sweetly. "thank you, jonathan."

today, you wore a black, mid-length pencil skirt and white blouse, with your hair down in your favourite style, some black pumps - and you finished it off with your doctors coat, of course.

skimming over his file, you type a few quick notes into your laptop - freshly done nails clicking over the keys in the otherwise silent office. after that, you got up and went over to him, helping him out of the straightjacket as he sat there in his white arkham inmate jumpsuit.

at first, you didn't let him have this privilege, but as he proved himself to be non-temperamental over time, it started off with the loosening of the straightjacket just a little...then taking it off fully but making sure he wore handcuffs. slowly, under your careful watch, you allowed him the freedom of zero restraints in your office once he proved he wasn't a threat or a danger towards you.

"let's get you out of this." you say softly, and he stays quiet for a moment, just stretching once the restraint was fully off of him. you had a different method of approaching him than the other doctors who worked (and gave up) with him.

you noticed that in a calmer, less hectic environment he responded better. so instead of having check-ups in his cell or in an interrogation room like you did with all your other patients, you let him chill in your office - restraint free.

you returned to your chair, and started to type away as you asked him the usual questions.

"how are you feeling today?"

"fine, i missed seeing your face though. seeing you three times a week isn't enough for me anymore." he says to you, making you stop typing and look up at him.

"please elaborate for me, jonathan." you say clinically, trying to ignore the way your heart started to race when he said that.

"you know what i mean. you're the only thing keeping me sane in here." he says to you with a pleading tone, making you sigh as you continue to write down your clinical notes onto the laptop.

"but you're making progress, jonathan. you seem to be doing better, there's no need for me to be seeing you more frequently." you answer curtly, but pause for a moment for letting the next few words slip out in a hushed tone, "...unless you feel like you need a few extra therapy sessions on a weekly basis."

he smirks, looking you up and down - clearly checking you out with no shame. "that's exactly what i need. i'm going crazy without you. i'd be so good to you if you were mine..." he throws in that last part quickly, but you catch it.

you clear your throat and try not to pay any mind to it, as to appear professional - but he's slowly breaking your walls down. he already has. you couldn't even lie to yourself - you were attracted to your patient. fuck, maybe you were even in love with him - how could you not be?

the fluffy brown hair, slightly tousled and messy, those beautiful, blue eyes that reminded you of sapphires, those plump, pink lips that-

no, stop it, you told yourself, focus on your job.

"ah, um- have you been taking your medications?" you ask softly, giving him a small smile to which he returns. "...yeah." he says hesitantly, and you know he's lying - you find the little cup the nurses gave him full of the pills he's supposed to be taking every time you check up on how he's feeling in his cell.

but you turn a blind eye - you may have been giving him special treatment because you were attracted to him, but you tried to tell yourself it was fine, that it wasn't like you were breaking any professional boundaries because technically, you didn't act on his advances - yet.

"good, just wanted to make sure." you speak in a hushed tone again, typing up all information in his file.

"you're a really good doctor." he says, breaking the momentary silence between the two of you, "you work hard, i can tell."

"thanks, jonathan." you say, trying your hardest to sound detached as you keep your eyes on the laptop in front of you, continuing to type away but he speaks again.

"you're welcome. you're so pretty." he sighs, "is it wrong for me to be having these thoughts about-? never mind, actually."

now it was your turn to sigh, looking up at him with a raised brow. you knew what he was doing, he was literally trying to play mind games with you. he was on purposely trying to get you to pry so he could flirt with you more - but that was your job...right? to pry?

"what thoughts?" you ask, biting your lip. "i have to ask cause...it's my job to know what's going on up here." you gesture to your own temple. he knew that this was indeed your job - to know what was going through his mind.

buuuuut you were definitely curious. the way he would talk to you gave you butterflies. the way he would act out and act violently to everyone except you gave you butterflies - even though it shouldn't have.

"i just can't get you out of my mind, pretty girl. you do things to me. 'm thinking about you when i'm all alone in my cell, how your body would feel. how it feels to kiss you, hold you. what it's like to love you." he breaths out, and you look at him incredulously, feeling your cheeks heat up at his admission.

"well," you stay, breathing slightly staggered now, "you must have an active imagination, then." you couldn't look him in the eye after that. you were trying so hard to suppress your feelings for him that were ever growing.

although one part of you knew it was wrong on both ends, wrong of you to let him effect you this way (and letting it happen), and wrong of him to be talking to you like this - you couldn't stop yourself. however, a part of you wondered if this was really how he felt - or if it was just some ploy to get out of arkham. perhaps he thought if he could get into your head, you would either help him escape or sign his release papers.

you always tried to force yourself to believe that to prevent your fantasies from growing any further - but it drove you wild.

"i know you feel the same way," his voice cut through the silence, snapping you out of your thoughts again, "i have a doctorate in psychiatry - don't forget i can also see right through you and your thoughts too."

"i-i can assure you that this is strictly professional - you and i. i mean, even if it were true, that it was mutual, it wouldn't work. you're my patient in an asylum for the criminally insane and i'm your doctor because you are criminally insane." you say, looking at him with a stoic expression, though both you and him knew of the feelings that were lurking underneath your "professional" facade. "plus, saying this won't help you get out of here any quicker. i'm not stupid."

you entirely regretted those words as soon as they left your mouth, and he shot you a look of surprise.

suddenly, he got up off the couch and made his way over to your desk - your heart now palpitating in ways you didn't even realize was physically possible.

he placed his hands on the desk, looming over you - but not in a psychotic way - or threatening, even. he just looked at you up and down, with a small smirk.

"why can't you just give in? i'm not going to tell anyone. it's not like i can, anyway." he said jokingly, but went back to being serious quickly. "please."

the way he said "please" made your breath hitch, and you look up at him with poorly concealed desire. "w-we can't, okay? we just...can't."

"but i have feelings for you - and i know you do too." he insists, and you get up out of your chair, walking over to him, having to look up at him due to your height difference.

"how i feel isn't important," you state, trying so hard not to break your facade. "if you really cared about me, you would stop doing this to me. stop making my job harder than it has to be, please jonathan. it's- it's just not fair. telling me this won't make me sign those papers-"

"fuck the papers, i don't need anything as long as i have you. you're-" he exasperates, but pauses before continuing, "you're all i have in here, you're the only one who's treated me like a person, like a real person with valid emotions. you know who i am and you don't have any fear - you aren't scared of me. you see me for...me."

silence.

after he confessed that to you, it was silent. he stood there, looking at you through his wire-frame glasses that he always wore, and you stood there in shock. at that moment, you didn't know what to say - what to do.

"i'm not feeling well," you suddenly say, "i-i'm going to take the rest of the day off. i'm going to call a nurse to escort you back to your cell." you say quickly, trying to keep your composure.

you weren't very good at that when he was around, but he didn't say anything. he let you process your emotions in your own way - of course he would. but he was plotting.

you paged a nurse to escort him back to his cell early, and you didn't dare look at him when they took him out of your office - too embarrassed and such to do so.

that night, when you got home, you decided to take the next few days off work before returning - you were too high strung with anxiety for work right now; and the cause of that anxiety was literally at work.

you ran yourself a hot shower, dried your hair, and got ready for bed throwing on your silk nightie in your favourite colour. that night, you couldn't sleep at all - constantly tossing and turning in bed, thoughts running wild.

why did it all have to be so complicated?

you didn't understand, honestly. the one guy who actually managed to steal your heart happened to be...him.

you laid in the dark quietly, the only thing light source being the tv on the wall of your bedroom. the sound of your tv playing faintly in the silence, some random show you put on was on in the background.

"can't sleep either?" a familiar voice said softly from the doorway of your bedroom, causing you to let out a small scream from being startled - nobody expects someone to be in their house at nearly 3 am unnoticed.

"what the fuck?!" you say, reaching to turn the light on your bedside table on, and sat up in your bed - seeing the one and only jonathan crane standing in your bedroom looking a little different than before.

he had escaped, that much was clear. but instead of that stupid inmate jumpsuit, he was in his actual suit and tie attire but no scarecrow mask.

"sorry, darling." he cringed at the way he startled you. "hear me out, please. you look beautiful, by the way. you always do."

"jonathan-" you warned.

"i know." he says, walking towards you, now sitting on the edge of your bed as you watched in both fear and awe. "i can't let you go. if 'professional boundaries' are whats standing between us-"

"you broke into my house, jonathan!" you exclaim, cutting him off but he just gives you a small smile, which made your heart leap. "and i'm sorry for that," he explains, "but like i said, now there is nothing standing in between us."

you look at him, and your jaw almost drops. was he for real right now?

"i just wanted you to know that, um, i wasn't just saying those things with the hope that you'd ya know - release me from arkham." he says to you softly, and you nod. "well, you've made that pretty clear by doing...this." you tell him, a small smile playing on your lips.

god, he was crazy - but he was crazy over you, and maybe you were fucked up in your own little way because you found it endearing, the thought of it all excited you.

"you don't need to fight the feeling anymore." he informs you softly, reaching a hand out for you to take - and you do. his hands were surprisingly soft, a little calloused but soft.

"you know how i feel about you, i want to be yours - i want us." you finally tell him.

"be mine, then." he whispers, and you crawl over to him on your king sized bed. you crawl onto his lap, and you can already feel him getting harder by the minute.

"i can't sleep, dr. crane." you tease, calling him 'dr. crane,' instead of the usual 'jonathan.'

he places a trail of kisses down your neck softly, pushing your hair back to do so, and whispers softly to you. "why don't you let me take care of you for once?"

the words gave you shivers, and you felt yourself getting wetter with every word he said - hanging onto them with desperation. "please, baby." you whisper, and he pulls you into a frenzied kiss.

his lips were soft - so soft. you kiss him back and he takes his time with you, hands roaming all over your body as he explored your mouth. you moaned softly into the kiss, giving him the green light to keep going. he pulled away from the kiss hesitantly to undress you.

slowly, he pulled the skimpy little nightie you wore to bed down, past your shoulders - then all the way down. you felt the cold air of your room hit your bare chest, but that feeling was replaced with the new sensation of jonathans warm mouth taking one of your nipples in his mouth. he took the bud in his mouth, licking and sucking.

"oh, baby." you say, letting out a breathless moan at the sensation. in response, he took hold of your other breast and started to play with your nipple between his fingers.

"fuck, need you so bad." you say, profanities leaving your mouth every five seconds with the way he was touching you. "yeah? tell me how badly you need me, sweetheart." he says to you, coming back up to trail kisses along your jawline and neck.

"i need you so bad, jon. please, you're everything i want." you tell him, breathless and soaked. he snaked his hand up to your neck and gave it a light squeeze, keeping his hand there. "fucking jerked off to the thought of you every night in arkham," he says, making your cheeks heat up from the thought, "every time we had our little scheduled meetings - fuck, you looked so good. just the thought of you alone had me cumming all over my fist instantly."

"i-i touched myself to the thought of you in my bed, too." you tell him, making him smirk. "did you?" he cooed, "why don't you show me how you did it. let me see."

that had you blushing, and you swallowed. you nervously laid back, propped up on your elbows as he watched. with a little hesitance, you spread your legs - suddenly feeling very vulnerable. he watched you intently, still smirking, and ran his hand along your lower leg - slowly trailing it up to your thighs, rubbing up and down.

"don't be shy, sweetheart." he says lowly, licking his lips at the sight of your glistening cunt on full display for him. you take your hand and slowly started to rub your clit in front of him, and you can feel how wet you are.

tossing your head back slightly, and closing your eyes you let out a filthy moan, and he groans at the sight of you. you hear his belt buckle being undone, and you open your eyes to see him pulling his cock out - fat and leaking at the tip.

he positioned himself between your spread legs - your hand still rubbing your clit. he started to stroke his cock slowly, the pre cum leaking out the pink head of his cock. it was so big it looked like it could split you in two. "feel good, princess?" he asked, making you nod and moan.

"f-fuck, yeah. f-feels ah- so good, baby." you respond, and he started to rub the head of his cock through your sticky, soaking folds making you whine. "please!"

he chuckled lowly, and pushed into your soaked cunt with no warning. your hands flew to his shoulders, and his hand snaked to your clit to replace yours. "oh fuck-" you say, his cock stretching you out to the limit. you felt so full.

"jesus, sweetheart," he moans as he sunk into you, "fuck- tightest pussy i've ever had. best pussy i've ever had, actually." he decided as he started to thrust himself in and out of you.

"right there, baby ah-" you moan, looking up at him. his fat cock was stretching you so good - he was so deep. as his fingers played with your clit, you couldn't help but start screaming out his name.

"jonathan, fuuuck-!" you were a screaming, moaning mess for him - and he adored it. the sight alone almost had him cumming into your tight little cunt. as he pounded the same spot in your cunt, you felt yourself about to cum for him.

"i-i'm gonna fucking cum, please." you started to beg incoherently, and he moaned as he felt your pussy tighten up around his cock. "cum for me baby, i wanna see your pretty face when you cum." he says to you softly, voice saccharine.

as you came all over his cock, you swore you saw stars. the feeling was otherworldly when your orgasm washed over you. jonathans thrusts started to get sloppy and erratic indicating that he was about to cum, too.

"gonna fill this little pussy up, make sure everyone knows your mine, fuck-" he grunted, "you're gonna be dripping with my cum."

he fucked his cock into you a few more times before stilling with a groan, and his cock twitched inside of you; spilling all of his cum into your cunt, filling you up with everything he had.

he pulled out slowly, and used his fingers to push his cum back into your cunt as soon as it started to leak out, causing you to moan. "what a sight." he sighs out of breath, and you giggle breathlessly to that.

"can we cuddle?" you ask quietly, and he was already pulling you into his arms. "open." he says, fingers covered with both your fluids mixed together at your lips. you wrap your lips around his fingers, sucking them and swallowing the mixture with a little moan. "such a pretty, obedient girl." he coos, making you blush.

you settle into his arms, exhausted, and he holds you close as his heart beat heavily in his chest. he placed a kiss on the top of your head, and you felt your eyes grow heavy.

when you went back to work, you knew you would have to pretend that you didn't know where or how jonathan escaped arkham (to be fair - you still weren't 100% sure on how he actually escaped), but that was still a few days down the road - you were too fucked out and sleepy to think about that right now.

"go to sleep, sweetheart." he says to you softly, turning the light on your bedside table off, "i'll be here when you wake up - i'll always be here. i love you."

with a content sigh, and a sleepily mumbled little "i love you too," you fell asleep wrapped up in your no-longer-forbidden lovers embrace for the night.

together at last.

[anamelessfool]

A Young Nihil & Jocasta & Kid Terzo Drabble (wc 1900)

Nihil returns from a tour with an even colder reception than usual. But he's not one to worry. He gets by with a little help from his friends. Tags: Domestic Fluff, Found Family, Platonic Bonds, No Plot Really Just Me Sorta Waffling Around, The Most Basic German You'll Ever Read In Your Life, If You Read The Most Recent Violence and Gentleness Chapter This Hits Harder, Our Loveable Fuckup

I keep thinking my latest work is the most self-indulgent thing I ever make, and then this happens. Dedicated to @saintbowie who asked me "What was the worst gift Jocasta has ever received?" and I thought about it for a long while. Also @historian-crown who said "Yes, this is exactly what I'd say if I got a gift that bad" and helped me out. Thanks. @ghuleh-recs thanks for catching up on your reading too haha

1971

Ministry HQ

It felt like there were less and less Siblings out on the Ministry portico every time Nihil came back from a gig. He liked to assume the best and so he decided life around HQ was oftentimes too busy for an official welcome of the Head of the Satanic Church of the Void. For one thing, he knew Secondo’s mother Rebecca would not be out there. At this point in their relationship they communicated solely through written memos on formal letterhead. Sister Imperator, the Dark Mother, would oftentimes scowl out the window at him from her office but even she hadn't bothered this time.

Nihil’s ghouls exchanged shrugs while they stood alone on the gravel drive, then marched in near unison through the front door. At least somebody left it unlocked.

The ghouls filed into the empty foyer, and quickly lined the perimeter with trunks and instrument cases. A certain restlessness came over Nihil as he watched them wordlessly stack their things around him, building up the walls. If they were summoned by him, if they were his servitors and constructs then they had an attunement to his emotions. He had a swell time this tour circut. So why were they making themselves so busy? Why with every trunk that rolled in did he feel the ties that bound them to his Will go slack?

Jet lag, obviously.

“You uh…wanna play some records up in my rooms? Wonder if my Ethio Jazz record I wanted came in…”

Rigor Ghoul, Papa’s head ghoul and keyboardist, crossed his huge arms. He was kind, but honest. Sometimes a bit too honest for his summoner’s liking. NO. WE CAN'T. GHOUL BUSINESS.

“Right,” chuckled Nihil. “Well, enjoy.”

Rigor gave him a noble nod, a polite clap on the shoulder, then led the rest of the ghouls up the stairs to their Roost. Nihil decided to abandon the towers of luggage in search for some sort of interaction, but the halls rang impressively hollow as his Chelsea boots clicked along the marble.

At last one of his flock emerged from a side hallway, balancing a basket of laundry in her arms and shuffling with determination over to the washer. Nihil grinned expectantly, and the sibling did a quick bob of her head over the pile of linens before sidestepping and scuttling away. Papa Nihil rubbed his jaw, considering.

Damn man, when Sister Imperator said you were down you really were down.

There was some friendly chatter from the common room, at least. It was two voices he recognized, two people he actually looked forward to seeing. By the empty fireplace, posed amidst a chaos of creativity, was his Protégée Papessa-Elect Jocasta and his youngest son Terzo. Two beings that didn’t hastily find something to be busy with when he approached.

“Oh, welcome! Welcome back Papa!” Jocasta waved from her place on the carpet. Terzo lounged beside her, legs twisted in an impossible sitting position as he picked colored pencils from a tin. The whole floor was scattered with old birthday cards and magazine cuttings. A glue brush planted across its pot dripped glue on the carpet in slow syrupy strands.

“A yellow dress would look good for this one,” she suggested to Terzo. She herself wore a pretty polyester suit of bright orange with a matching scarf to hold up her golden hair. Terzo was working on an obvious recreation of her look for one of the paper dolls in his collection.

“You're a sight for sore eyes, doll,” Nihil leered. Jocasta threw him a wry wink, the whitened Infernal Eye in her skull a weird comfort for him to see after a few weeks on the road.

What he first thought could be a possible fling with an exotic woman in a bar became something completely different, something more. She wandered over to the stage and said she was inspired. He had inspired her. His work. His art.

For once the devil in Nihil didn't raise its head and sniff the air. He couldn't switch on that flirty little part of himself as he looked at her in that half dark New York club. Staring down at her from the stage, a foot and a half above her so she had to strain her neck to really look in his eyes when she confessed. He couldn't touch her. Not when she was that small below him. Not when her red eyes wept black smears.

“It's my first night here,” she had said, and more tears washed the black down her cheeks. Her voice was dark, thick with an accent that she struggled to suppress. “It's my first night here and want to follow you.”

What could he possibly say to that? His mouth stretched into a dopey smile as he brought out a hand to her. She took it. “Just say yes, babe.”

He brought his attention back to the present. Jocasta smiled at him. After a day's travel with masked silent ghouls it was the first smile he'd seen. “And how was the flight?”

“Oh not too bad, gonna sleep it off later,” he said. “You cats having fun?”

Jocasta was his odd daughter, his right hand. She knew so much already but was always eager for more. Always striving in a way that scared him a little. He had a tough time on the road before joining the Church, and he could sense that hungry drive from anywhere. But he had buried it deep long ago.

And then Sister had chosen her. Chosen her for his Protegee. Or, the Void did, in all the strange and unearthly ways it whispered to the Dark Mother. Nihil had watched her endure the Rite of Construct that he himself had blotted from his mind except for the occasional nightmare. They've suffered. They've fucked up. They survived. So whenever he looked at the dead-alive eye in her skull above her smirking lips a protective feeling came over him, a tide of true responsibility. It was a feeling that brought up memories of Primo. Primo, a few seconds old, in his arms.

Primo…wherever you are…

“Where's Secondo, now?” Nihil asked.

“He did not want to play paper dolls with us,” said Jo, exchanging a nod with Terzo.

Secondo had been cold and bitter about Terzo ever since the lad’s unexpected arrival. “I was on tour of Europe..what's a few souvenirs?” Nihil had joked, once and only once and never ever again, to Secondo’s mother.

No matter, Secondo had been adjusting to his new role…for almost two years. He'd come around. Brothers always do, right? And like all of Nihil’s dark concerning considerations, it passed over him as quickly as a brisk summertime cloud. His mouth creaked back into a smile. “Right on,” he said, and sat cross-legged on the ground with as much grace as his bandy legs would allow.

“Oh, hi,” said Terzo. He was cutting out a pre-printed red dress for the dolls propped in their cigar box; a two-dimensional hot tub party. He bit his lip, his big green eyes blazing with intensity. He constantly tripped over himself but if there was a challenge he'd give it his all. Every little nuanced divot of the paper dress's puffed sleeves needed to be freed with the most precision a six year old with safety scissors could obtain.

“I got you a present here, my boy.” Nihil waggled his eyebrows at his son. “In Canada they got all different types of candy, yanno. I heard this one was the best.”

Terzo took the brightly colored candy bar from his father’s hands, but frowned as he bent it in a way that shouldn't be possible. Right. Nihil winced.

“Er…must have got too hot— Just throw that in the fridge, it’ll be fine,” suggested Nihil. Terzo continued to squish the melted remains trapped in the wrapper, mesmerized.

Jo laughed and for a moment everything was groovy until a realization hit him like a freight train. Gifts. He forgot one for her. His very own protégée. His long fingers drummed on his knees as he added, “Oh, and uh— I got something for you too of course, uh—” He launched himself into a scour of his sport coat, his face getting hot with shame. Luckily he never really thought to ever clear out his pockets, which meant that there was a dragon’s hoard of hotel matchbooks, used saxophone reeds and phone numbers scribbled onto bar napkins. And a gift for Jocasta, if he tried and wished hard enough.

“Jesas— no, no you did not have to get me anything, please don't worry, I'm perfectly fine!” No, it wasn’t fine at all.

Shit. “Haha no I had to, yanno— you're like uh…like uh…” The only person other than Terzo that smiles at me anymore. “Gimmie a minute, it's in here somewhere!”

His fingers closed around their prize. Something in the pocket close to his heart. Of course. He always came out on top. The power of keeping it cool triumphs once again. He drew it from his sport coat in a theatrical sweep, presenting it to his ward with a rubbery open-mouthed smile of victory.

It was a pen he got from some businessman sitting next to him on the PanAm flight that liked his style. A photo of a blonde with big hair and sultry eyes leered from the side of it. The pen when turned downward dropped the woman’s black dress and left nothing to the imagination. Jocasta let out a little squeak through her nose that Nihil decided came from a place of amused approval. Terzo silently considered the pen and then his own paper doll collection.

“Oh, it’s…” Jocasta’s mouth cracked into a fiendish grin as she played with the pen in her hands, muttering something under her breath.

“Deppatta,” Terzo parroted.

Jocasta’s eyes widened, the smile fading in mock solemnity. She leaned close, squinting. “No no it's not that— now listen… Du. De-pehr-ter. Faster. Du Depperter.”

“Du Depperter.”

Jocasta clapped her hands and Terzo brightened. “Yes, that’s it!”

“Du Depperter! Du Depperter!” The two of them began a spirited chant. Terzo choked and howled and doubled over, laughing. Jocasta joined in, wiping her eye.

“Yeah, exactly, right on,” Nihil chuckled, albeit a bit bashfully. I really should learn German, he thought to himself. Maybe tomorrow. Got plenty of time now. Until the next gig.

Jocasta wrapped an arm around him, giving him a quick peck across the cheek. “I love it though, I really do love it. Thank you.”

“Oh, good!” And he didn't have to worry about anything ever again, until there was something else to worry about. Nihil craned over Terzo’s project. “And what we making today, sport?”

Terzo presented a homemade paper doll from the cigar box. She had a red-lipped smirk and raven hair. Green eyes to match his own. Nihil remembered vaguely this particular one was his son’s favorite. “She needs roller skates.”

“Course she does, all the cool chicks need skates,” said Nihil, gesturing for some supplies. Terzo dropped some crayons and a scrap of old birthday card in his father’s hands. “I saw some real hot ones on a girl in Venice Beach once.”

Jo gave him a nudge and a wink. “Let me know if you need a pen.”

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The Eras Tour: Paris Night 1 (My Thoughts)

ALLLLLLLLRIGHT. So because @bettysgarden12 wanted to know my reactions and thoughts on everything that happened today, I thought I would share with the rest of yous. It's probably not going to be very in depth or analytical so fair warning on that hehe. Also this probably isn't in order of the show because my memory is trash haha.

1.First things first. The lover bodysuit. WHaT iN ThE FRiLly HeLl?!?!? I literally still don't know whether or not I dreamt of seeing that new bodysuit. Definitely, lesbian colors represented there and it was confirmed with the orange blazer she wore for The Man. It was not an accident I'm sure to have the inside be pink too.

(Side note: we all knew that The Archer was going to get cut. It actually makes a lot of sense too. I think we are past Taylor asking us to stay, not that she doesn't still hope us too. It's more like she is fine with blowing everything up now instead of focusing on the worry of messing everything up. At least I hope that is the case. We're here for ya Taylor. You got this.)

2. Second, the Fearless dress. I LOVE IT SO MUCH. I also saw that it looks really reminiscent of the original dress she wore for her Fearless tour. It's almost like she is going back to what once was.

3. Third, transitioning right into Red was something. The new Red shirt says "This is not Taylor's Version" when Red is in fact Taylor's again. Some of my moots pointed out that it could be referencing the whole Real Taylor vs Taylor The Brand theory that we as a community have been developing for quite some time. With this thinking, it would mean that the Taylor we are seeing is not someone Taylor claims as her own or something like that. It's not truly her which we all knew already.

4. Fourth, we saw a new intro for Speak Now (now officially just Enchanted since Long Live has been axed.) I don't have much to say on that other than I wasn't surprised that Long Live got cut. This cut also makes sense if we are thinking that Taylor is gonna burn it down. No more reminding about the good times or the "needing" fans to stand by her forever.

5. Fifth, combining folklore and evermore was unexpected but also not? Idk it made sense and to me it just seems like it was easier to combine them since room had to be made for TTPD.

6. Sixth, Rep was Rep. Nothing really changed from what I could tell or remember other than THE FREAKING GLASS CASES SHATTERING!!! YOU BREAK THAT GLASS CLOSET TAYLOR! WHOOP WHOOP!

7. Seventh, 1989 outfit was...something. It's just not my cup of tea visually. I DID NOT notice the lion or tiger(???) charm she had on until someone else pointed it out. Very interesting either way.

8. Eighth, putting TTPD before Midnights was an interesting choice. The whole theory that we still have to meet her at Midnight (credit to my moots for pointing this out again) is supported by this I think.

9. Ninth, the dress for TTPD is amazing!! And so are the other two outfits. The marching band uniform and it's possible reference back to ME! music video? It has me in shambles.

10. Tenth, the performance for Who Afraid of Little Old Me was visually amazing and she sang it beautifully (no surprise there) with such emotion that it was impossible for me to look away. Her levitating across the stage was also freaking awesome!

11. Next the empty cages imagery?? The nurses pulling her away from her lover??? The image of her crouching in the middle of this weird ass place??? That one really kind of freaked me out. It was eerie and heartbreaking in a way I'm not quite able to explain at this moment.

12. I was conflicted about I Can Do It With A Broken Heart both before, during, and after the performance. I had a feeling she was going to perform it and I kind of wanted her to just to hear her sing it live but then not because I knew how the fans were going to react. I really did face-palm when everyone yelled "More!" on the livestream but we all knew they were going to. The transition into ICDIWABH made me want to throw something at the TV but I also did snort on the petulance on Taylor's face for the little act. I really liked the old Hollywood theme for the visuals and the dance. It was pleasing to watch. BY THE WAY....HAVING THE OUTFIT FOR ICDIWABH ECHO HER OUTFITS ON REP IS REALLY SOMETHING. She bamboozled me again.

13. Midniiiiiiights. THE BODYSUIT IS MY FAVORITE ONE OUT OF THE ONES WE HAVE SEEN SO FAR. I'm glad that Mastermind was kept. I didn't think that she would have taken away anything from the Midnights era but if there was I had this weird concern that it would be Mastermind. Thank god my anxiety was unnecessary.

14. The surprise soooooongs~ Paris is a favorite of mine so I'm happy she played it but also of course she did. That was another predictable thing that happened. Her performance of loml was again heartfelt. She seems really happy to sing these new songs and it shows.

15. I am pretty freaking sure that the Bejeweled lights were a LOT more colorful and rainbowy than usual. Was that just me? Please tell me it wasn't just me!

Overall, it is safe to say that I was not prepared for the absolute chaos that today brought.

Taylor, it seems like you're really doing this (I reeeeeally hope that is the case) and I'm so happy for you if that is what is happening. You do you and you show us what's up. I'm looking forward to it. <3

[kissingkiszka]

Photographs - Danny Wagner x Reader

Danny’s birthday special!

"We keep this love in a photograph,we made these memories for ourselves."

Words: 1.9k+

Summary: You look back on all the memories you’ve made with Danny over your shared love of pictures, and each other, due to the fact that you are unable to see him on his birthday…

CW: fluff, missing somebody, being alone, cheesiness, surprises, not proofread, angst? idk

This story was heavily inspired by Photograph by Ed Sheeran

(All photos used were taken by Joe Greer)

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You had always joined your boyfriend, Danny, on tour. Over the years of touring with him, you had always loved taking behind-the-scenes photographs to look back on. Photography had always been your passion, but being able to photograph Danny made you pursue it even more.

However recently, you weren't able to join him on the recent shows. The photographs you had taken were magical keepsakes, you had always kept one in a locket that you wore proudly around your neck. He always sacredly kept one of you in his wallet, showing it off to everyone he met. He always pulled out the wrinkled and well-loved photograph when he was missing you extra, holding it close to his chest and wishing for the next time he would see you to get here as fast as it could.

You lie in bed one night, feeling lost without him. It had been at least 2 full months without picking up your camera, let alone seeing him at all.

You flipped through a hefty photo book you had been placed underneath your bed for safe keeping. Flipping through the pages, you land on a series of photos of your longtime boyfriend, one of him drumming on a sink in the restroom backstage, one of him sitting down and having his rhinestones being applied, another one in which you made him pose for you shortly after the rhinestones were applied. And the last one on the page was one in where he looks like he's reaching out to take the camera from you. You still remember each and every moment that led up to these moments being forever frozen in time.

…

"Look, Y/N!" Danny dragged you into the bathroom. "It's a private drum solo, just for you." He pulled you in for a smiling kiss.

"Daniel!” You swatted at his shoulder playfully. "You know I've always wanted you to serenade me!"

"My girl always gets what she wants." He blushed and then begins to drum a simple rhythm onto the countertop.

"Wait! I need to capture this!" You say, grabbing your camera from the counter and snapping a quick picture. After he's done, you place the camera back in its position and return to his side.

"You blow me away every time. Whether it's an actual drum set or a sink countertop." A smile creeps upon your lips and slither your arm around his muscular bicep.

"Whenever I'm playing drums, just know I'm doing it for you." He wraps his strong arms around you and pulls you in for a kiss before having to leave for the stage.

...

"Danny, you look like a pretty princess!" You turn the corner, your camera in hand.

"Wait! I'm not done yet, hun." He grins, blushing. He's all giddy and nervous. "Look away, I don't want to spoil it before it's ready!"He giggles.

"Okay then, guess I'll just have to wait. But promise me you'll pose for me when it's done. I want to see the finished product."

"I promise. Now, shoo!" He begins to raise his finger to shoo you away.

You snap a quick picture before he could interject. You run away quickly, laughter escaping your lips.

...

Danny chases you down the hall once he's done with his rhinestone application.

"Y/N!" He calls out, not even attempting to hide his laughter. He pretends to be angry, but is oh so bad at it.

"Boo!" You pop out from around the corner, a quick 'agh!' Escaping his lips.

"Haha, you scared me." He pants.

"I know." You take hold of his hand and use your other to hold the camera to his face. "About that promise-"

"Let's see, with that stunt you pulled back there-" he broke out into more laughter. "Eh, who am I kidding? Let's take some pictures!"

"Yay!" You plant a quick but loving kiss to his lips.

You instruct him where to sit, but surprisingly he needs no instructions on how to pose. He's a natural. You snap a few experimental shots before landing on the best one.

...

After a long show, all the boys rushed back into the green room. Josh running to the restroom and Jake plopping himself down on the couch. Danny takes a hold of his phone and turns on the song "Come On Eileen" by Dexys Midnight Runners. Him and Sam are beginning to run around the room, bouncing and spinning around to the beat. You stay sat in a velvet chair in the corner, much to Danny's disappointment when you don't stand up to join them. It's all in good fun though as the song picks up, the two best friends continue to dance even more lively and energetic around the small room. He’s banging his drum sticks against every appliance and table top in sight.

"Come on Y/N!" Danny encourages.

"I don't dance." You laugh in response.

"Don't be a party pooper! Join us!" Sam joins in.

"Hm.." you hum, picking up your camera as the last chorus begins to play. You snap a few shots of your boyfriend and his best friend having the time of their lives together, knowing they will both be grateful for that moment to be eternally captured. Neither of them even notice you there with the camera, but that's definitely for the better. The photos will turn out better that way anyway.

Right after the song comes to an end, Danny looks your way. You still have the camera raised, snapping some final shots.

"You didn't capture any of that...did you?"

"You bet I did." You nod as he steps closer.

"No!" He jokes, trying to take the camera from your hands. "Oh god, I probably look like a doofus in those!"

"You both do!" You smile and snap another photo while his hand is still reaching out for your camera. "That's okay though, you're having fun. Besides, they're for us only."

He approves, his cheeks turning a rosy shade of pink. "For us only." He smiles and pulls you in for a kiss.

...

You close the photo book with an exhale. You missed him so much, and you knew you were missing him too. His birthday was coming up soon too, and all you wanted was to be with him on his birthday. His most important day.

Almost as if it were on queue, your phone rang. It was Danny.

"My love?"

"Danny?” Hearing his voice alone felt like a warm embrace. You tried to call each other every night, which you were successful most nights. However, with the time difference and Wi-Fi not being available at all times, those plans did happen to fall through at times.

"Oh, Danny boy. I miss you so much." You are almost brought to tears at the sound of his voice, but you were able to blink them back.

"I miss you too, sweetheart." He tells you sincerely. "I'm having fun here, but I know I would be having even more fun with you by my side. You make everything better."

You sigh. "I could say the same thing."

"Listen, I'll be home soon enough."

"Danny- tour isn't over for another month-" you begin to speak but not before being cut off by him.

"I'll be there." He has a tone of surprise in his voice, like he's hiding something. And it's something big. Something good. "I have my ways."

"Baby-" You sit yourself down on your old worn out couch, your free hand resting between your thighs. You take in a deep breath. "You know how much I want to be with you on your birthday."

"I know. I know. Don't worry about it." Although you can't see him, you can practically hear how wide his smile is on the other line.

You go silent for a moment, your mind racing around thinking of what he could possibly be planning. "I could..I could book a flight to be with you. What city will you be in?"

"There will be no need for that." He giggles suspiciously.

You go silent once again. He's sure that he's making you worry, and that's the last thing he wants. The silence is loud enough as he takes a deep breath before starting up again.

"Wait for me to come home."

...

Daniel's birthday was tomorrow and you were beginning to lose all hope of seeing him on his most special day. You had a suspicion that he would surprise you for his birthday, however you had a sinking feeling he wasn't, not wanting to get your hopes up for nothing. Turns out that feeling was right after all.

Night time crept over you before you could even realize it. The streetlights were on and if he hadn't come home yet, he wasn't coming home at all. You sat at the kitchen table, mindlessly scrolling on your phone. You would do anything to distract you from how badly you missed your love.

You were in a deep rabbit hole on TikTok when you had received a text notification.

Danny: Come outside.

You: what?

You read his text over and over a few times before hearing a car pull into your driveway.

You slipped on your nearest pair of slippers and ran out the door. You hadn't showered in a few days or even changed your clothes for that matter, but you didn't care. All you cared about was Danny.

"Daniel?" You peered your head out onto the driveway as you noticed a figure begin to step out of a vehicle.

Danny.

"Oh my god! It's you! It's really you!" You exclaimed, running over to greet him.

"In the flesh, baby." He holds hims arms out, ready to envelop you in them for the first time in months.

His face was perfectly illuminated by the lamppost above you, which was the only source of light in sight.

You jump into his arms, not wasting another second to interlock your lips with his. The kiss was perfect. Even though you had shared many kisses with him before, this one felt so brand new.

"I love you so much. You think I wouldn't want to spend my birthday with you?!" He pulled out of the kiss with a beaming smile. "You have no idea how hard keeping this surprise from you was."

"I love you too." You run a hand through his hair and he does the same, not even caring that your hair is unwashed and a bit tangled. "Happy birthday, baby."

"Hey, you don't have to tell me that until tomorrow. I'll still be here then." He wraps his arms around you and leads you inside.

...

The next day was his birthday dinner. You had surprised him with dinner reservations at his favorite restaurant. You had managed to get them extremely last minute. It was only the two of you, it was very intimate. You would have the rest of the band and Danny’s family over for cake later tonight. The glow of the sunset beamed against his face in the most flawless way. He took a sip of his drink, before staring at you. His head rested in his hand as he set his glass back down. He examined your every detail of your beauty. No words were spoken, none needed to be.

You sat there for a few more moments before a light bulb went off in your head. You forgot you had brought your camera. You gasped and pulled the prized possession out of your purse. You lifted it to frame his face perfectly.

This was your and Danny’s thing, taking pictures. He knew what you were doing, so no words continued to be spoken as you snapped a picture of him, just sitting there, admiring you. He didn’t even need to adjust his position, he was already super photogenic and posed in the best way for you. It was so natural.

“Happy birthday, my love.”

[arc-misadventures]

The Cats Armoured Coat

Blake: Okay, how are your guy’s plans going?

Pyrrha: Not good. Jaune just complimented my armour on how nice it looked, and how it will provide me additional protection the next time we have to fight.

Blake: Well, he did compliment you on how nice you looked.

Pyrrha: I know~! But, I thought my armour would help seduce him with its subtle curves, and metal plating. You think his eyes would have been mesmerized by the sight of the skirt as I shook my hips at him.

Blake: Well, he did compliment you, he never did it before so he is aware of your new armour. Unlike before where he wasn’t aware of… anything.

Pyrrha: That’s true… I guess I’ll take the wins when I get them then.

Blake: That’s the spirit! So how goes things with, Yang’s new armour?

Pyrrha: Well… she’s having some… issues…

Blake: Like… what…?

Blake looked over, Pyrrha’s shoulder to see, Ruby struggling in vain to shove, Yang’s massive breasts into the armour breast plate, then to try, and connect the armour to the rest of the suit.

Ruby: Grrrr! They. Won’t. Fit!

Yang: Yes they will!

Ruby: No they won’t!

Yang: YES THEY WILL!!!

Ruby: Ahh! This breast plate should have at least been made into a, B Cup, why did you want it to be an, A Cup?!

Yang: Because watching my massive tits pop out would be so hot!

Ruby: There are more effective ways to may a, Double G Cup look like a, A Cup. This isn’t one of them?!

Yang: It will work!

Ruby: Rahhhhhhhh!

Yang: Ahhhhhhhh!

(Click)

And with that final scream the armour plate fit into its slot locking itself in place.

Yang: Ah! See, told you it would work~!

Ruby: Not for long. That things like a coiled spring; one good bump, and that thing will come flying out like a sling shot.

Yang: Pssh! That won’t happen. Good gods… It’s been years since I could look at my feet like this. Is this how you, and Weiss feel?

Ruby: Hey!

Yang: Haha! With this I can finally seduce, Jaune! He’ll no longer be going after that washboard, Weiss as soon as he sees my amazing mommy milkers~!

Ruby: Okay…? Just, stop bouncing like that; you might dislodge the chest piece if you keep doing that.

Yang: I can’t help it; They were always jiggling now they’re doing nothing at…?!

Like a ballista releasing its crossbow bolt, Yang’s breast plate came out flying at an insane speed slamming into, Ruby’s face knocking her off her feet, and knocking her out cold in seconds. Leaving no time to marvel as, Yang’s bounced free from their confinement.

Ruby: Gahh?!!

Yang: Oh shit, Ruby?!

BP: …

Blake: Well, that was inevitably going to happen…

Pyrrha: The jiggle they gave as they broke free was pretty nice.

Blake: Oh it was salivating to the senses. Anyway, want to come with me while I seduce, Jaune~?

Pyrrha: Oh~? And, what exactly are you planning on doing?

Blake: Follow me~!

~~~

Jaune: Lotters~! Looters~! Looters~! Loot… ers?

Blake: Oh! Hi, Jaune~! What do you think of my new… Body armour~?

Jaune: Looks incredibly uncomfortable, and highly impractical.

Blake: Eh?

Jaune: Actually it would be good if you wore an undershirt, and a cap. But, I doubt all that heavy chainmail is comfortable on your cat ears now is it?

Blake: It is a little heavy on my ears.

Jaune: and, you really should have worn an undershirt under all that chainmail. How they link the chains together may inadvertently scratch up your back, and you should probably have a shower too since they use oil to maintain the quality of the chainmail. Don’t want to ruin your lovely skin now do we~!

Blake: Oh… T-Thank you… I’ll go do that later…

Jaune: And, as for that… skirt…

Blake: What about it…?

Jaune: …

Blake: …?

Jaune: …

Blake: Jaune?

Jaune: It really compliments your amazing a…?! I-It’s highly impractical! Take it off!

Blake: I’ll go do that…

Jaune: Good. Now if you’ll excuse me, I was going to meet, Nora, and Ren at, Looters. Till later then.

Blake: B-Bye, Jaune!

Blake: Well… That failed…

Pyrrha: I’ll say… He took one look at you, and critiqued everything wrong with your outfit.

Blake: I know… Dammit… I thought this would rock his blocks off…

Pyrrha: Well, yeah, but look at the bright side.

Blake: And, that is?

Pyrrha: Jaune thinks you have an amazing ass~!

Blake: …

Blake: Hell yeah! Bellabooty for the win!

“Smack!”

Blake: AHH?! It scratch my butt! The chainmail scratched up my ass! Oh gods that stings!

Pyrrha: Well, he did warn you. So…?

Blake: Not helping!

Pyrrha: Sorry.

[storiesofamoment]

𝔻𝕚𝕝𝕦𝕔 | Sway

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||Character: Diluc ||Origin: Genshin Impact ||Word Count: 3,560 ||Musical Inspiration: Sway by Michael Bubblé ||Synopsis: [Y/N] is a well-known singer in Mondstadt, and regularly performs at Diluc's tavern. The two are said to be good friends, but wouldn't they have a more intimate relationship when the doors are closed?

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Tonight, at Angel's Share, Mondstadt's iconic tavern, an unusual event was going to take place inside. On the ground floor, a small stage had been set up, with a few instruments resting on it. Then, at the front, in the center, a solitary microphone. This small set-up intrigued the new customers, wondering about the reason for this different decor than usual. But the regulars of the small tavern knew what was going to happen. Every other Friday night, a singer with a honeyed voice came to do her show, occasionally filling the tavern with customers who were fond of her singing.

For Diluc, bartender and owner of this warm place, the arrival of this singer allowed him to come and boost his takings if the week had not been flourishing enough for him. Of course, that was not the only reason why he particularly appreciated these evenings. But being true to himself, Diluc would never admit the effect this female presence had on him, at least, not in public.

[Y/N] POV:

The tavern was slowly starting to fill up, creating a joyful hubbub within it. Diluc was at the counter, cleaning glasses or serving drinks. His serious look even in this party atmosphere made me smile. Rare are the moments when I was able to see him smile, but I cherish them like nothing in the world. My gaze continued its path from his face to this flaming red hair, giving him a wild and elegant look at the same time. Then my eyes went down the back of his neck to reach his muscular and yet, full of finesse torso. I couldn't take my eyes off this captivating silhouette.

"Stop staring at him like that, you're going to drool [Y/N]." said one of my musicians laughing.

I turned around, letting out a slight sigh before answering him somewhat hurt.

"It's not my fault if he's handsome! How could you not want to admire this charming profile? "I said, a slight smile on my lips, casting one last glance at this marble face.

"Haha, no but look at those languid eyes. Doesn't our dear [Y/N] have a little crush on the distant and mysterious bartender?" added another musician.

I frowned and looked away from Diluc while crossing my arms.

"I don't see what makes you say that. Come on, enough chatter, we're going to go on stage soon!"

The little troupe exchanged a few knowing glances before laughing. A smirk appeared on my lips before I took the handle of the back door, making us enter directly next to the small stage. We had barely passed the doorstep when all the eyes of the tavern turned towards us, becoming the center of attention. It must also be said that we were rather chic. Each of the musicians wore a cream three-piece suit, all accompanied by a pastel pink bow tie. For my part, I had opted for a black satin dress with a boat neck. This dress delicately enveloped my body, softening the curves of my body. Finally, I wore pastel pink lace gloves, going up to the elbow, reminiscent of the musicians' bow tie. The whole thing was quite minimalist, while having elegance.

We smiled at the whole room, delighted to see that thereweree still so many people ready to come and listen to us; it warms the heart. While the musicians were settling in, I could hear the murmurs that would run through the tavern about us. Murmurs of excitement, of questioning, of apprehension. It was then that I placed myself in front of the microphone,an tested if the sound was working, and the tavern fell silent, impatient to know how the evening would go.

"Good evening everyone! I see that, tonight again, there are many of us and we are impatient for the evening to begin, aren't we? " I said into the microphone, smiling because of the excitement that was starting to build.

"YEAH! " shouted the entire tavern in a burst of joy and good humor.

"Haha, good good. I see that everyone is in good shape again tonight. Well, let's start without further delay with the first song which is dedicated to the person who knew how to make my heart beat with passion, who knew how to make my skin shiver with pleasure, and who with a simple touch inflamed my entire being with the great fire that is love. I chose the song Sway! "

Following this declamation, a wave of whistles ran through the audience intrigued to know who this lucky chosen one was. I took the opportunity to cast a furtive glance in Diluc's direction. The latter remained impassive in front of the counter, taking care of the customers; he didn't even deign to look at me. But I knew that my words hadn't left him so indifferent, although he showed the opposite. The tips of his ears as well as his cheekbones took on a slightly pink tint, a very discreet change, but one that didn't escape my eyes. Seeing this reaction in Diluc, I turned my attention back to the room, a satisfied smile stuck to my lips.

"Musicians!"

They exchanged a look, all smiling and immediately began to play the melody. I took a deep breath and calmed my breathing by closing my eyes for a few seconds, before starting to sing even more beautifully.

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When marimba rhythms start play Dance with me, make me sway Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore Hold me close, sway me more

Like a flower bending in the breeze Bend with me, sway with ease When we dance, you have a way with me Stay with me, sway with me

Other dancers may be on the floor Dear, but my eyes will see only you Only you have that magic technique When we sway, I go weak

I can hear the sounds of violons Long before it begins Make me thrill as only you know how Sway me smooth, sway me now

Other dancers may be on the floor Dear, but my eyes will see only you Only you have that magic technique When we sway, I go weak

I can hear the sounds of violons Long before it begins Make me thrill as only you know how Sway me smooth, sway me now

When marimba rhythms start play Dance with me, make me sway Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore Hold me close, sway me more

Like a flower bending in the breeze Bend with me, sway with ease When we dance, you have a way with me Stay with me, sway with me

When marimba rhythms start play Dance with me, make me sway Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore Hold me close, sway me more

Like a flower bending in the breeze Bend with me, sway with ease When we dance, you have a way with me Stay with me, sway with me

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At the end of my performance, I took the opportunity to wink at Diluc, hoping this time for a more pronounced reaction from the bartender. But unfortunately, it was not to be.

After only one song, the tavern was already boiling and asking for more. My companions and I couldn't stop smiling at the crowd's enthusiasm. I caught my breath before taking the microphone back in my hands.

"Do you want some more?"

A unanimous "Yes" emerged throughout the tavern, making us understand that the evening would not end there. It was then, after two or three sips of water, that the musicians started playing again, me accompanying them with my voice that resonated through all the walls of the small tavern.

Diluc's POV:

The first song had barely finished, and yet, the room was already asking for more. Out of the corner of my eye I had seen him wink at me, but I didn't react. At least, I didn't show it, because I knew very well that deep down, my heart was beating slightly faster against my ribcage simply because of that wink.

I continued to serve the customers who were numerous at the counter. Of course, Venti was there, but I fear that the 10 bottles of wine had gotten the better of his conscience. I sighed, discouraged, to see him slumped on a table in my tavern, still a bottle in his hand and an idiot's smile hanging on his lips. Sometimes I wonder if he is who he really claims to be; the archon Anemo. I shook my head from right to left in despair before resuming the task I was doing.

On the other side of the room, [Y/N] continued to sing more beautifully, without ever stopping. From time to time, I threw a few furtive glances in her direction while remaining as discreet as possible, not wanting to arouse any suspicions. And yet, the more I looked at her, the more difficult it was for me to detach my gaze from her silhouette. This sublime body was becoming intoxicating, and this face, an angel's face, which exudes tenderness and love. Her fine and delicate features, her eyes filled with a burning fire of passion, an her lips slightly pink from the lipstick made them even more delicious. And her voice, how could we not talk about it. The timbre of her voice could be both strong and soft, aggressive and tender, sensual and delicate. Her voice was comparable to nothing in this world, it was so unique and captivating. And that low, slow vibrato she could produce by reaching for a sound from deep within her; it gave me shivers of excitement. It's incredible the effect [Y/P] has on me.

I smiled tenderly as I watched her enjoy singing in front of this effervescent crowd. Lost in thought, I admired her peacefully before a certain voice that was a little too familiar pulled me out of my dreams.

"She's lovely, don't you think?" he said in a cheerful tone, his eyes fixed on [Y/N's] silhouette.

No need to raise my head to know who the voice belonged to. I simply decided to continue carrying out my various tasks without paying her too much attention.

"Don't you have anything else to do but come and drink in my tavern?"

"Hahaha, even visiting my brother is forbidden to me now? " he said with a glass of liqueur in his hand, his mischievous look never leaving his face.

I raised my head and glared at him. Not wanting to make the situation worse, I decided to just let him do it, after all, I had more important things to do at the moment.

"Well stay, if that suits you, but try to drink responsibly in my establishment. I don't want to find myself dealing with another drunk in my tavern."

He let out a small chuckle before nodding and walking away, his glass in his hand.

POV [Y/N] :

The evening was beginning to come to an end and the tavern had only a few customers left. Exhausted from this evening of celebration, I decided to go and sit down for a few moments at the counter to find my dear bartender. The musicians, for their part, had just gone home, just as exhausted from the evening. I sat down on one of the high chairs at the counter, and lovingly observed Diluc's serious face, focused on one task at a time. He raised his head in my direction, asking me what I would like to have. At that moment, my lips stretched into an affectionate smile, having eyes only for him.

"I'll get you a glass of whiskey, my dear."

As soon as I said my order, he got to work and finally served me my drink a few minutes later. I took a few sips of my liqueur before putting the glass back on the tavern's varnished counter. I looked up to have his face in my field of vision.

"So, what do you think of tonight's performance?" I asked, intrigued to know his impression tonight again.

"We can say once again that it was successful given the number of customers who gathered around you and the stage." he answered me, an indifferent look on his face. A sigh escaped my lips, somewhat disappointed by this lack of reaction. But hey, what did I expect, this is Diluc we're talking about. And yet, that's one of the reasons why my little heart fell for him.

"Still neutral from what I see. And what about my first song? Did it make your heart shiver with passion?" I questioned him again, this time a little mischievous grin at the corner of my mouth. It was at this moment that I could see the tips of his ears again, as well as his cheekbones very slightly taking on a pink tint. My smile widened, already knowing the answer to my question, but I still wanted to know what disinterested comment Diluc was going to give me.

"I don't see why a song would have such an effect on my heart condition [Y/N]. However, it's getting late, you should go home to rest. " his seriousness never left his face.

"Roooohhh la la, always so pragmatic I see. You could at least say that you enjoyed my singing instead of making derogatory remarks. " I sighed before taking another sip of my whiskey, finishing it at the same time.

"But, would the impassive bartender of the Angel's Share tavern be worrying about me by asking me to come home early?"

"Not necessarily. I'm more worried about working overtime."

"You know, it's not by remaining so cold that you're going to succeed in winning my heart." I answered dramatically, exaggerating the situation.

"Would you please stop your charade and go home? We're in public here, in the tavern." He said softly, casting furtive glances to the right and left to see if a customer was silently listening to the conversation.

"Haha, are you afraid that someone will misunderstand our relationship? Well, fine, I'm going home. I'll warm the bed while waiting for you, my darling~"

I whispered the last words in his ear before turning around to leave the tavern. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him blush, making me smile, satisfied. Only, I didn't suspect that a certain person had seen everything, and heard what's more.

"…"

Next morning

The few rays that passed through the bedroom curtain brushed my face, waking me up gently. Quietly, I opened my eyes, not wanting to be blinded by the morning light. I stretched out my arm next to me and felt the bed, but nothing. I only felt the remains of his body heat, as well as the few scents still present in the sheets. So I sat up on the bed before getting out.

As I headed towards the kitchen, a sweet smell of food filled my nostrils, making my mouth water. I quickened my pace in order to find myself in the kitchen as quickly as possible. When I arrived in the room, I was greeted by a Diluc at the stove, concentrating on every movement he made. A smile appeared on my lips and I walked towards him.

"Good morning Diluc. So, did you sleep well?" I told him with a little wink.

He raised his head and looked into mine, this time, I could clearly see the tenderness marrying the features of his face. As if, in a place hidden from view, even the most disinterested bartender could turn out to be tender and attentive to his better half. He smiled at me tenderly before putting what he was holding in his hands on the counter to get closer to me.

"Very well, and you my love?"

He slid his arms along my waist, pulling me closer to him. A stifled laugh came out of my mouth as I let him do it.

"Why didn't you wake me up when you came back? I didn't even get to kiss you goodnight."

"You were sleeping so peacefully. And then, you know that it is not advisable to wake up a sleeping angel, especially when the latter is called [Y/N]. But you can always give me a kiss to wish me a good day."

He placed a brief kiss on my forehead while tightening the embrace. This time, it was my turn to blush like a tomato. He has the gift of, with just a few words, making me capsize and lose my bearings. I buried my face in his chest so that he wouldn't see how much I could be mistaken for his flaming red hair. However, he must have surely noticed my shyness because, with my ear against his chest, I heard his ribcage resonate in a light laugh before he brought his lips close to my ears to whisper these few words to me

"I love you, [Y/N]."

To which I obviously answered in the affirmative, a childish smile on my face. Then, I raised my head and looked into his eyes. We both observed each other lovingly, neither wanting to break the embrace. My eyes went down slightly to rest on his thin, pink lips; so delicious that one wanted to bite into them. I placed my hands on each of his cheeks, and on tiptoe, placed my lips against his. He kissed me passionately as if it were still the first time. His arms closed more around my figure, leaving almost no space between our two bodies, while our lips danced in unison following a rapid rhythm. Hastily, this kiss became passionate and filled with love for the other, while keeping a form of tenderness. I took advantage of this intimacy to slide my hand along his back before reaching his buttocks. My hand caressed him before taking him firmly, sticking us closer. Faced with this initiative, Diluc gasped, visibly surprised by this action. I could even see a blushing Diluc, almost shy and embarrassed. But I must admit, seeing Diluc in this state for the first time made him so cute and sexy at the same time, and made me fall under his spell once again.

"Diluc, I was looking for you just to tell you that-"

Suddenly, we heard a male voice resonate in the room. We stopped dead before turning our faces towards the said voice. It was then that we saw a Kaeya, straight as an i, too shocked to say or do anything. A silence settled in the kitchen, a long silence heavy with meaning. No one said anything, but everyone understood the situation.

"I KNEW YOU WERE HAVING A BUSINESS WITH [Y/N]!"

Kaeya suddenly cried out, making Diluc and I jump. Then, another silence before I burst out laughing. Only, Diluc, himself, didn't find the situation as funny as I did. In the blink of an eye, he had resumed his serious and stern look while looking at his brother. For my part, I couldn't stop laughing, so perfect was the comedy of the situation. Obviously, even his own brother didn't know everything.

"You didn't even warn your brother? Hahaha, you really are heartless my dear Diluc."

I turned in Kaeya's direction, a perplexed look on my face. I wiped away a few tears of joy before continuing.

"We are much more than just a business, Kaeya."

As I said that, I showed him my left ring finger as well as Diluc's, now clearly showing our wedding rings. Kaeya's reaction was most entertaining. The latter expected anything but this ending, I think. Just seeing his six-foot-long face in shock, it was the last possibility. Diluc, on the other hand, didn't seem very happy that his brother learned the news. I smiled and kissed Diluc briefly before leaving the kitchen to give them a little moment to explain.

"Well, I think some explanations need to be done, in the meantime, I'm going to take a shower."

"You better explain to me why I didn't know Diluc."

As I quietly walked away from the kitchen, I stopped before intervening one last time.

"Ah, and no duel between brothers, huh, I'm counting on you my darling ~"

I finally left the room, a satisfied look on my face.

Not telling your brother about such a change, you have to do it anyway.

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[sugawhaaa]

Beomgyu x reader

E M O B O Y

Pairings: switch!beomgyu x switch!fem!reader

Warnings:smut...like hard core

Genre:friends to lovers, childhood friends, smut

Themes: blow job, public sex, oral sex, based off the song by Ayesha Erotica

Word count: 2,150

A/N: this actually sucks...I really don't like it. I feel like the descriptions for the spicy time sounded weird no matter how I tried to describe it? Idk let me know if you genuinely like this lol

You leaned against the wall of the bathroom in the mall as your friends gossiped. There wasn't anything too interesting going around lately but according to your friends there was a lot. You kept an ear out as your friends dolled themselves up in the mirrors. Of course when gossip is being talked about boys come up.

One of your friends, kizzy, brought up her boyfriend and added on some info you really didn't need to know about him. But your other friends seemed to enjoy this topic. It was strange to say the least, you're all from the ages 19-21 so all this sex talk is completely normal yet you always felt out of place. I mean it's not like you haven't thought of anything like that but it's still odd to talk about.

Your thoughts got interrupted as the girls started discussing their next shopping destination.

"Hey, Y/N you haven't picked a place yet! You should choose the next one," Sissy said with a smile, her shining pink lip gloss drawing attention to her lips.

"Um, I'm good. I don't really care where we go haha, we all like the same stores anyway," You said with a shrug and a complimentary smile.

"That's true…" Kizzy said as she thought to herself. "Alright so how about Spencer's? What do ya think!?" She said with a clap of her hands, it echoed throughout the (hopefully) empty bathroom.

"Oh you whore you just want to go to the back section," You commented making everyone laugh as they packed up their makeup including Kizzy.

After getting to Spencer's the girls all roamed around the store in groups of two, you were with Sissy in the LGBTQ+ section. It didn't take long for the girls to get bored and head to the store across from Spencer's, hot topic.

"So what's the deal with you and that boy," kizzy nudged you with her elbow. Of course you didn't forget that Beomgyu works there but you pretended to act dumb.

"Who?" You said widening your eyes.

"The cute boy with the long hair. He works here?" She said as we walked in.

"Oh him yeah. What about him?" You said as you automatically followed Kizzy to the anime area.

"You get closer to him?" She said with excitement on her face.

"I mean I can't really get much closer, we've been friends since first grade," you said with a shrug. Kizzy just nodded her head and sighed. That's when Sissy, Abigail and Minnie came over. They had a ton of things with them already and we'd only been there for five minutes. They were showing Kizzy everything they found when Abigail showed her a pair of strawberry earrings and a cute strawberry dress. Kizzy flipped out and asked her to show where they were. All the girls giggled off to another area, you kept browsing around when you heard an ever so familiar voice.

"Need any help Y/N?" He said with a smirk. You looked up to the source of the sound and viola Beomgyu standing over you. Today he was wearing about a thousand layers of black clothes. A my chemical romance tee, with a baggy fishnet over top of it, he also wore baggy and slightly ripped jeans. As for accessories he wore a black choked with some small spikes, a cross necklace, a skull necklace, a metal star belt, tons of rings, snake bite lip piercings, and a nose piercing. His make up was Suttle today, just some cloudy black/blue eyeshadow.

"Oh Beomgyu you scared me!" You said with a slight jump.

"I'm not that scary looking!" He said, crossing his arms and tipping his chin up. You laughed as you set your hand on his shoulder. You sighed and started stretching. All this walking around was making you tired.

"Getting too old for this already?" Beomgyu chuckled lowly.

"Hey! No. Just these girls move faster than sonic when it comes to clothes and cute boys,"

"So that's why you're all here," he said looking down at you while leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

"Yeah they somehow always find the cutest things here,"

"What can I say, it's in my genes," beomgyu said, flipping his hair. You laughed at him and he grinned as well. His dark bangs hung in his face as he laughed. "Anyways, do you want to sit for a minute," he said gesturing to the back of the shop.

"Yes please," you laughed. He led you to the back of the store and you sat behind the counter with this other girl who was wearing a very scene fashioned outfit. She was very kind and bubbly but you seemed to forget her. You sat awkwardly as Beomgyu and the scene girl chatted. It was quite the awkward angle, but Beomgyus Jean's did fit on him nicely. Your cheeks were red at your dirty thoughts. You patted your face trying to snap yourself out of it. You looked down at the floor and saw Beomgyu wearing some new boots.

"Gyu, are those new?" You said pointing to his shoes. He looked down and nodded.

"Yup I actually got them from here," he laughed. He then bent down to your level, looking you in the eyes. You blushed and tried to keep eye contact, he rested his arms on your bare thighs. You jumped slightly at the cold feeling of his bracelets. The look in his eyes suddenly turned you on so much causing you to reflexively rub your thighs together. Doing so secretly so Beomgyu wouldn't notice anything. "Are you alright? You seem off," he said looking up at you with lustful eyes.

"J-just hungry," you avoided his eyes. He grabbed you by the wrist and said

"Alright, I have some snacks in the back," he said looking up at the scene girl.

"It's fine your shift is almost over," she said with a wave of her hand. He took you to the very back of the shop to a door. He opened it and dragged you into the pitch black room. It was a little closet filled with some random trinkets they might need. He shut the door tightly and turned to you.

"So what do you feel like eating," he said with a smile as he turned the lights on. You looked at him suspiciously.

"Um, maybe a bite of you," you said jokingly. You laughed while Beomgyu gave you a bit of a peculiar stare. He inched closer to you as he rested his hands up aimlessly aiming for you.

"Gyu?" You said as his lustful gaze burned through you. You put your hands on his boney shoulders, the feeling of his warm body on yours. You then found your back against the wall as Beomgyu's hands were placed on the wall. Pinning you to him.

"You aren't actually hungry are you?" He said with a smirk.

"W-what?" You stuttered as your cheeks heated up. There's no way he actually figured you all out! Right?

"A minute ago you said you were hungry, but I think you actually meant to say horny," he said with a small smile. Your eyes widened before looking away from him. He just got closer to you, close enough to kiss you. His addictive scent filled your nose as his hand gently swiped some loose strands of hair behind your ear. "God you're so pretty," he said as his lips came closer to yours. Your eyes started fluttering shut while Beomgyu looked down at you. He stood there waiting for some kind of permission to kiss you.

You grabbed him by the shirt harshly and pulled him in for a rough kiss. It was messy and uncoordinated. Hands and tongues roaming heated skin. Moans and hums filled the small closet. It wasn't long before your curious hands found their way down to the zipper of Beomgyu's black jeans. You used your middle finger to rub up and down the zipper line. Beomgyus hands went up to your hair and played with it. You broke the ongoing kiss to breathe. Without any thoughts inside your head besides wanting to hear Beomgyu moan your name you went down on your knees. His hands still held onto your hair as you started undoing his jeans. Beomgyu panted above you as his hair hung in his face.

"Y/N what are you doing?" He said with a quivering voice. You pulled down his pants to see his hardened member before you.

"Getting a snack," you replied before wrapping your lips around him. He gasped before throwing his head back and covering his mouth. You slowly moved your mouth up and down his length before letting go for a quick breath. As you moved back, strings of his arousal connected with your saliva. Beomgyu looked down at the beautiful sight below him and he basically started petting you while praising you. You slipped your lips back around him and started going at a quicker pace using your spit as lube. Beomgyu bit his lip as he muffled his whines and moans.

"So good, so good," he kept whispering as you started using your hands for extra support. His moans started getting louder and more frequent as he bucked his hips into your mouth. Gyu then started speaking nonsense. A mix of "I'm so close" and "I'm gonna cum," and not surprisingly he was right. Your mouth filled with salty yet sweet and warm liquid. You choked slightly, making you cough, letting some of his cum drip from your lips. Beomgyu then fell to the floor in front of you. Shock was very present on his face along with the black strands of hair. He panted as some drool fell from the corner of his mouth.

Meanwhile you swallowed everything and started crawling over to him. You kissed him passionately as you fell to the floor. As he entertained your mouth his hands went to your ass abruptly moving his hands around. His hands traveled up to your waist before tugging and the hem of your skirt. He swiftly pulled them off as you took a breather.

"Now that I'm thinking about it," he started as he sat up straight, allowing your bare legs to rest on the floor. "I'm getting hungry myself," he said, pouncing on you, landing on the floor. He placed some hickies all down your jawline and neck. He pulled off your shirt before tracing more kisses, bites and hickies all along your body down to your tummy. He locked in between your thighs and over your still clothed pussy. You moaned and whined throughout the whole process.

"Beomgyu please, stop teasing," you whined as your hands found their way to his hair.

"Alright, you've been a very good girl," Beomgyu said, pulling down your undies. He quickly used his whole tongue across your whole entrance making you moan and squirm. He wasn't messing around when it came to giving oral, apparently. He ate you out like you were his last dessert to ever enjoy. He collected every last bit of your arousal. Beomgyu's long fingers then found their way inside you making you moan before covering your mouth. Gyu quietly hushed you before continuing to venture inside you. His fingers quickly moving around inside you to find that specific spot that'd make you scream his name. He decided to go as deep as possible into you and he found one spot that made you jolt up to him. You mumbled out "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my fucking God," a bunch as he kept hitting that same spot over and over.

You then felt your walls tighten around his slim fingers and your legs quivered. You warned Beomgyu about your high before his fingers were coated in your juices and his ears filled with loud moans. After you released everything his fingers went to his mouth, cleaning up all the mess you made on them.

"You taste so good," he moaned as he bent back down to your clit and started licking it. That's when the door burst opened.

"Alright Beomgyu get out your shifts over," the scene girl stood there not even phased by the situation at all.

"Close the door! My girlfriend doesn't want the whole world seeing her naked!" Beomgyu yelled and the girl closed the door.

"Fair. But Beomgyu if you don't get out I'll pull you out by your choker," she said outside the door before walking away to help some customers.

"Girlfriend?" You asked as you put on your clothes with Beomgyu.

"Oh um yeah," he said awkwardly as he slipped his jeans back on. "I thought since you just gave me a blowjob you'd want to be my boyfriend…" he said awkwardly as his cheeks filled with blush.

"Haha of course, babe," you said with a smile.

[streetlight1117]

Our Firsts // I.N

Jeongin x Reader

(2k words)

Tags: afab!reader, gn!reader, dominant!reader, phone sex(facetime), mutual masturbation, slight voyeurism, use of pet names(on jeongin), Virgin jeongin, kind of long distance relationship but not really

WARNINGS: This work is for 18+ readers only. If you are not 18+, please close this post.

Being a dancer meant many things, as did having a boyfriend that shied away from anything having to do with being sexy. You were confident in your ability to seduce your way through a dance routine, and had no problems showing yourself off. So when you decided to do a more sexy, sultry dance cover, you just knew you had to send it over to Jeongin. He was going to be shocked, to say the least. Once you had sent it over to him, he was at a loss for words. He complimented you over and over again, telling you how amazing you looked. Jeongin especially liked the outfit you wore, which consisted of one of his white button down shirts, a lacey bra, black shorts, knee high socks, and boots. Sexy was an understatement.

After a brief conversation, Jeongin asked if you wanted to spend some time playing video games together. Playing games online was one of your favorite pastimes, especially when you were a city apart. The drive wasn’t a long one, but sometimes your schedules didn’t permit you to see each other all of the time. That being said, you had an idea, but that required you to shut down the video game idea. Quickly, before Jeongin had the chance to call you, you put the exact outfit back on from your dance cover. You propped your phone up on your light’s little phone stand, and set the color to red. Once you felt like you were presentable enough (like a big enough whore), you called Jeongin. The moment he answers, his expression changes from a grin to jaw dropping shock. Well. That’s not what he expected. He stammers, not knowing what to do with himself as he looks at me through his phone. Jeongin was already at his computer with Overwatch running, the screen illuminating his face, reflecting off of his glasses. Meanwhile, you’re sitting in your desk chair with one foot propped up, your knee against you chest. Jeongin’s shirt has fallen off of your shoulders, exposing more of your skin. He quickly realizes that he should probably turn his game off and does so before finally speaking.

Jeongin: H-Hey. Hi. Um. Wow? Wow. You look… wow

Y/N: Uh huh

Jeongin: Yes

Y/N: There’s no way you saw that video of me and thought “man, I’ve gotta ask to play videogames with them immediately.” 

Jeongin: My mind went to so many places honestly… I just thought…

Y/N: I’m not mad, baby, I just think it’s funny 

Jeongin: Okay.. okay, haha. 

Jeongin: You look incredible right now

Jeongin: Not that you don’t always.. Just… you’re so pretty

Y/N:Yeah? Thank you~

Jeongin: You’re welcome, um. Wow.

Y/N: Did I really leave you that speechless, baby?

Jeongin: Yes

Y/N: Want me to make you even more speechless?

Jeongin: …. I’m afraid, but yes

Y/N: I had an idea, and you can say no if you’re not down for it 

Jeongin: Okay, what is it?

Y/N: I take these off [*you gesture to the bra and shorts*] and keep your shirt on

Y/N: Maybe you take your shirt and shorts off

Y/N: And we can have a little fun together

Jeongin: …Yes, I like that idea a lot, actually 

Y/N: Good, wanna watch me? I’ll go first

Jeongin: Okay

You gave Jeongin a smile before standing up from your chair. Carefully,  you take his shirt off and place it on the chair. You run your hands up and down your body slowly before pulling your bralette off, then shimmy out of your shorts. Being fully naked in front of Jeongin is a little daunting since you two haven’t done much with each other, but it’s also pretty exciting. Seeing his expression turn from slightly terrified to turned on is making you feel a lot better about the situation. You place your hands on your chest, holding yourself a bit so that Jeongin can see your tattoos. He immediately moves closer to the screen with a surprised look, trying to get a better look at them. You move closer to your phone, allowing him to see better. Jeongin grins, then leans back in his chair, his legs spread a bit. Now that you have literally nothing on, you put his shirt back on and sit down. He looks at you for a second before removing his shirt slowly, then discarding his shorts. Jeongin sat down, trying to find a way to not be embarrassed at the moment. He removed his glasses, then finally found a braincell.

Jeongin: Okay… what now?

Y/N: Is it okay if I have you follow my directions for tonight?

Jeongin: Follow directions as in…

Y/N: If I ask you to do something for me, will you do it?

Jeongin: I’ll do anything you ask

Y/N: Yeah? So if I ask you to touch yourself a specific way, you’ll do it for me?

Jeongin: Mhm…

Y/N: You can’t get distracted if I touch myself too, okay?

Jeongin: Okay.

Y/N: Can you spread your legs for me, baby?

Jeongin: Uh huh..

Y/N: Good… now I want you to touch your thighs

Jeongin: Okay

As Jeongin started to caress himself, hands moving along his skin slowly, he let out a pleased sigh. You made sure to sit with one leg propped up in the chair again, just so that you were exposed to him. You noticed his eyes rapidly scanning the screen, not knowing where to look. You decide to play with your nipples, twisting and tweaking them a bit as you watched Jeongin touch his thighs. 

“Touch your cock through your boxers, baby,” You say, guiding him with your voice. He obeys readily, moving one hand over to his cock, palming over it slowly. His eyes closed for a brief moment before opening again, not wanting to miss a second of the show you were about to put on for him. As his cock grows harder and harder by the moment, you start to speak again, but are cut off by a very, very familiar sound. Jeongin stops for a moment, but moves his hand a little faster all of a sudden. You tell him to slow down before actually speaking again. “That’s… that’s my roommate’s voice. Oh my god.” You laugh, but then realize that Jeongin sped up the exact moment you both heard her moans. Figures your roommate would have a hookup over the second you try to do something with your boyfriend. You lick your lips, moving your hand toward your middle as you spread yourself open. 

“Did you like that, baby? You like hearing other people?” Jeongin’s face turned red almost immediately as he continued to touch himself, nodding as he let out a blissful sigh.

 “Me too, baby, but focus on my voice, okay?” He agrees, licking his lips as he looks to you for more directions. “Take your cock out for me, baby. I wanna see how big you are.” He’s hesitant at first, but he focuses on nothing but the sound of your voice (and your roommate’s growing whines and moans from the next room) as he pulls himself out from his underwear. You’re practically salivating at the size of it, immediately picturing how he would feel inside of you. Jeongin holds himself at the base, looking at you desperately. You finally start to rub yourself in slow circles, keeping your eyes locked on Jeongins before speaking.

 “Stroke yourself for me, baby.” Jeongin hums, moving his hand slowly as a low moan finally leaves his throat. Hearing him moan for you like that is turning you on even more as you slip a finger into yourself, moving your finger a little quicker than before. You ask him to go a little faster and he obliges, finally letting his eyes close as he enjoys the feeling of his hand. You continuously moan over and over again, his name leaving your lips like a mantra. Jeongin moans yours as well as his head falls back onto the headrest of the chair. 

“I can’t wait to finally feel you inside of me. Are you gonna be this good for me when I have you all to myself, baby?” Jeongin opens his eyes again, drinking in the image of you as his hand moves even faster. “Yes, yes, I’ll be so good for you. I wanna know how you feel so badly.”  That was new. The sound of him growing a little confident intrigued you.

“Are you finally gonna let me suck you off, baby? I wanna know how your cum tastes, how it feels on my face. Do you want that?” You ask as you slip another finger inside of yourself, moving your hand faster. Jeongin squeezes his cock in his hand, stopping for a moment, then starting again as he moaned the loudest he’s moaned the entire time. His roommate definitely heard all of that. You smirk to yourself, getting louder and louder. He says, “Please, I want that. I really want that.” Suddenly, you pull your fingers out of yourself and rub at your clit quickly, all while trying to get yourself together so you can say what you really want to say.

 “You know what I really want from you right now, baby?” Jeongin looks at you, nothing but lust in his eyes. His voice is a little deeper than usual as he responds. “What’s that?” 

“Would you let me fuck you the next time I see you?” It’s a risk, and you know it, but you were ready as long as he was. Jeongin’s eyes suddenly widen as his hand stops, his chest rising and falling as he attempts to catch his breath. He nods quickly, licking his lips as his hand starts again. “Yes… fuck, yes.” Jeongin might have said that a little too loud as he moaned, it was so, so hot. 

“Yes, so good, you’re doing so well, baby. Are you gonna cum soon? Will you tell me?” You feel like you’re going to finish soon, but you don’t want to finish before Jeongin, so you slow your hand down a bit. He nods quickly, pulling his hand away to spit in his palm and continue stroking himself. “Yes, I’m gonna cum soon. I can’t hold it in.” That’s your cue to go faster again, keeping your eyes trained on Jeongin’s cock. 

“Cum for me, baby. Cum all over your chest.” He nodded, letting all restraint go as he stroked himself as fast as he could. Within seconds, he was finishing all over himself, cumming loud and hard as his body tensed up.  You came soon after, all over your fingers as your body closed in on itself. You probably almost blew Jeongin’s eardrums with how loud you were moaning. You both then sat in silence, the only noise being your heavy breathing. Eventually, you look at the screen and ask Jeongin to look at you as I lick your fingers clean. Jeongin groans at the sight before finding a tissue to clean himself up. 

Y/N: You did so good

Jeongin: I can’t believe we just did that 

Y/N: I can’t either

Y/N: Also, you’re so nasty, you got turned on from hearing my roommate!

Jeongin: IM SORRY

Y/N: NO IT’S A JOKE

Y/N: I think hearing other people fuck without them knowing is kind of hot 

Jeongin: That’s.. Interesting. I… don’t want to have sex with her just so you know

Y/N: Baby, it’s fine

Jeongin: Okay, okay. Just… putting that out there

Jeongin: … Do you still wanna play games–

Y/N: Can I get my life together first, please?

Y/N: I mean yeah, though

Jeongin: Heheh, okay

Thankfully, the next time you see Jeongin, you won’t have to imagine how he felt, and hopefully you won’t have to deal with loud roommates… unless you used that to your advantage.

[stevenbasic]

GITJ Post 281: Thinking About Her

I’d gotten to work a bit late that Friday, having been exhausted from yesterday and sleeping for more than twelve hours. The office, once I finally made it downstairs from my room, was abuzz with energy. Though my schedule didn’t start ‘til eleven, Vida and Morgan were seeing patients; the girls wanted to take it easy on me, I guess. And so here I was in my office, sipping on the glass of warmed-up milk Melissa had left for me along with a note. She was sorry to have to miss our Friday meeting, occupied in the other wing helping sort out some things with the construction teams. She’d be there most of the day. Huh, that’s too bad,  I thought. I’d been looking forward to seeing her. The world seemed emptier, and definitely colder, without the idea of her being around. I shivered, in fact, despite the warm milk and despite the suit jacket I wore over my too-large button-down shirt. Had someone turned down the heat?  I found myself sniffing the little yellow sticky note, hoping for an extra whiff of her perfume, and beginning to thumb through her Instagram archive for maybe my thousandth time, looking for some warmth. A couple minutes in, my cock already swollen and having attracted the unconscious rubs and attention of my right hand through my khakis, a text came through from Melissa. It’s weird but if I didn’t know better I’d say she was spying on me haha, and knows she’s on my mind…

Yes, yes, I admit it: I missed her. 

My day was not too busy with patients but nonetheless it went along quickly enough. I found myself always hoping I’d see Melissa when I came out of an exam room, or hear her voice down the hall. But apparently she was still tied up next door with the construction. We chatted through texts a bit; I did my best to sound flirty and funny, and asked if they needed my help or input. Nope, she said I didn’t have anything to worry about. Despite how badly I wanted to stay relaxed about the whole thing I couldn’t help but think: what in god’s name were they doing over there?? And - why didn’t they want my opinions? They were, to the best of my knowledge, building new medical suites. What sort of decisions was Melissa making that I shouldn’t at least be consulted on?? Melissa had her…ummm…better qualities. Her strengths. The abilities needed to plan out a new medical office were, I was sure, not among them.

But maybe she’d surprise me.

Anyway, thinking about her - what we did together yesterday, and the promise of what we might do together next time we could be alone - kept me from perseverating too much on all that. In the name of not sounding too eager and desperate, I held out as long as I could but by midafternoon I’d asked her, through texts, for another date…that evening in fact, if she was free. I felt my heart sink when she said she’d be “doing something” with her mom. But she told me how - what? What’s this? - Marisela was setting up a television for me in my apartment, as we spoke, that very afternoon. How did she get into my place? Why didn’t they ask me if I wanted a television? But concerns like that didn’t seem to bother Melissa too much, and apparently I was getting a free TV out of the deal…I didn’t dare ask from where. “We don’t want you to be bored!” Melissa said, apparently knowing I didn’t have a television before and probably couldn’t afford it after my devastating divorce. Great, but, still…how embarrassing was that, accepting a gift like charity? Having a girl set it up for you in your apartment?

That bothered me, a little, I guess. But as my casual conversations with Melissa went on over the afternoon, and we set up a date of sorts (I guess I’d be going out with the lot of them…)

Other things started to bother me as well. I thought back on the pictures and disturbing messages I’d gotten from Angie last night. How did she know about…all that? The intimacy Melissa and I had shared? Some of it was, like, really private stuff, and kind of embarrassing. Jesus, I remember being lifted, carried like a child, talking with her about our size differences, basically being a worshipful simp…and somehow I kinda think Angie had heard about it all. Thinking Melissa was that open about us with her friends made me uneasy, for sure. Even over the airwaves, through our text bubbles, Melissa could sense my unrest, that something was on my mind.

…jesus. I couldn’t help but have thoughts, images…a shrunken little prince, surrounded by his harem.

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[leahnardo-da-veggie]

Writeblr Interview

Thanks for the tag @theink-stainedfolk

Short stories, novels or poems?

Short stories all the way!

What genre do you prefer reading?

Sci-Fi, fantasy, and horror. What I write, basically :')

What genre do you prefer writing?

See above, though I am way fonder of writing horror than reading it. I am also somehow even more allergic to romance as a writer, however.

Are you a planner or a write-as-i-go kind of person?

Write as I go, because I find planning makes me bored of a story.

What music do you listen to while writing the story?

I love musicals and/or vocaloid! I tend to loop a single song for one shorter story, or a playlist for longer ones.

Fav books/movies

I've always had a soft spot for the Alex Verus series, as well as Spinning Silver and the Chanur Saga by CJ Cherryh.

Any Current WIPs?

I am very firmly not thinking about anything except my novel (but cultist WIP my beloved :'))

If someone were to make a cartoon out of you, what would your standard outfit be?

Definitely my debate fit. It's the only thing I wear regularly, and it's a ruffled top, knee length skirt, and boot heels. I love it so much hehe

Create a character description of yourself

Hmm... Time to switch to an indented paragraph :)

She was a young woman, tall and willowy, with hair dyed purple-red. Her left hand bore a recovering burn scar, unobscured by the mass of rings she wore. She had glasses perched on the tip of the nose, one lens thicker than the other, and a lopsided smile to match. When she spoke, her words tumbled out of her mouth like they were racing one another, and she listened like a hawk, head cocked to a side.

In case you haven't noticed, I spend far too much time observing myself.

Do you like incorporating people you actually know into your writing?

Not at all haha. Too many people I know read my writing, and I'm not risking any of them recognising themselves.

Are you kill-happy with the characters?

Yes and no? All people die, and when one's writing spans as great a time as mine does, it's only natural for everyone to die. But I don't do it onscreen that often.

Coffee or Tea while writing?

Water, cos I'm a hydro-homie :D

Slow or Fast writer?

I have no idea what fast is considered, but I write anywhere from 500-5k words a day.

Where/who/what do you find inspiration from?

Real life. I see something interesting and onto the paper it goes, along with far too much dramatisation.

If you were put into a fantasy world, what would you be?

If you dumped me in a fantasy world, I'd probably gravitate towards being a villain, or at least the protag's rival. More often than not I can't stand the heroes of the books I read, and I honestly tend to root for the villains in any book I read. That's probably why I almost always write villain protags haha

Most fave book cliche?

I'm rather fond of twist villains. I don't know why, it's just so fun to watch them drop the mask, especially if done well.

Least fave book cliche?

Not a cliche per se, but "We had to lie to you to protect you". If someone did that to me, I would never forgive them. Especially when the person in question is lying about their identity. I hate that trope so much I wrote Heroes as a complaint against it. I fully support Mara's wrongs and if I had been in her place I would have tried to poison the cake too.

Fave scenes to write?

Gore!!!!! Blood!!! Torture!!!!

Most productive time of day for writing?

While on the go, I guess. Walking is my personal fav, though it's pretty unsafe.

Reason for writing?

Because the stupid thoughts in my head keep bugging me >:(

Tagging @oliolioxenfreewrites, @katenewmanwrites, @gioiaalbanoart, @inseasofgreen and open tag!

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Kind of self-indulgent question, but let's say that nonbinary people being able to be comfortable with who they are and having a word to identify themselves is a thing in '60s Batman. How would that Riddler respond to his future s/o telling him that on their first date (since that's probably the kind of thing you want to clear the air with)?

Sorry for all the Gorshin Riddler questions but I just love how you write him. I think he's becoming my favorite.

"Zeros and Ones and Everything Inbetween" 60's Riddler x nonbinary!Reader

Don't be sorry haha. I love it! Not a lot of people write for him so it's definitely one of those "roll up your sleeves and do it yourself" kind of things for content (for me). Life is way too short not to be a little self indulgent.

Plus the ego boost I get from people loving him through my writing is thrilling to say the least ;)

We are going to say in the 60s batman world, the language exists and there's no outright discrimination but it's still a newer concept. 60s batman himself would treat it with a very after-school special kind of gloves. As with most things he doesn't quite get.

Now, Edward Nygma considers himself quite the charmer. Unfortunately for everyone else, he's not wrong- even if he is a huge dork. The first time he saw you, he was awestruck and saddling to your side, asking you a riddle.

"Riddle me this- Why did carbon marry hydrogen?" He looks confident, almost smug while waiting for a guess. When you shrug and tell him you're not sure, he grins, "Because they bonded from the moment they met! Why don't we give it a try?"

If it wasn't the riddle, it was his laugh that brought a smile to your face. As he posed a date, you figured it could be a lot of fun. Why not? You're a cool, independent nonbinary person in Goth- oh right.

The whole thing went by so fast you forgot to mention that, even casually. No matter, you would just... tell him. Right. While you were sure it was fine, it did cross your mind that a criminal may or may not be judgemental about such a thing.

That thought kept occupying your mind as you entered the diner you were supposed to meet him at several days later. It took you a moment to spot him in the place. The Riddler was keeping you on your toes already. He wore a light green gingham button up with darker pants that complimented. Dark purple, almost black question marks were embroidered on each end of the collar of his shirt. You'd half expected him to come in full criminal ensemble, though now you felt a little silly thinking so.

He's all smiles when he spots you, "Pretty thing, there you are! I was wondering if I'd have to hold up another bank to get your attention." A small laugh before he's handing you the menu. He's looking over the options himself when you mention you have something you need to tell him.

He merely hums in response, telling you he's listening. Your voice comes out nervous, "I'm nonbinary."

That's when the Riddler puts down the menu and lifts his brow with a grin, "Is that all? Don't sound so nervous, sweetheart, or I'll worry I frighten you. Do I... frighten you?" There's a teasing look in his eyes as he glances at you up and down.

"No, I- You really don't care?" It wasn't something to be ashamed of, but his lack of reaction caught you off guard.

"There are only two binaries I care about- Can you guess what they are? Tell me, there are two lovers of the alphabet. Destined to be with one another but twelve letters apart. What are they?"

You think on it for a moment, counting on fingers before snorting, "U and I?"

"Precisely! You and I need to explore this connection of ours." He smoothly transitions, "I may be the royal prince of puzzlers, but even I have common decency!"

And that's that. Anyone tries to say anything harmful to you about it and he'll dangle them above a vat of sharks. He can do that you, know. Unless it's batman, they won't have any shark repellent, either!

[josefavomjaaga]

Hello! To start out, I REALLY love your page! The detail put into your posts and responses are so fun and interesting to read. I especially love when you interpret quotes with, like, I guess “stage play” versions. They’re so funny.

So I wanted to ask something of you for the first time. I’ve been writing a story that takes place in the Napoleonic Wars era for a while now, so I’ve been doing a lot of research in that era (and a lot of that research is guided by your posts haha). There are several important characters who are supposed to be police in an 1805 French town, but I’ve been having trouble finding good info about them, like what those police wore, what they carried, what their responsibilities were, etc. I’m not even sure if they have like a police station kind of headquarters or something in 1805 France. If you have anything that’ll help me out just about those french police at the time, that would be much appreciated. So far, I’ve been drawing comics about them, but whenever a police shows up I just draw him in the normal napoleonic soldier uniform…although that’s probably not accurate. Thanks!

Well, first of all: Thank you! 💖 Truth be told, I often feel quite impertinent, mocking all these illustrious personalities, who have both achieved and gone through things I cannot even imagine. But sometimes I just can’t help it. Laughter is the weapon of those without power (and in my case, without merit). Plus, it renders all these grim warriors a lot more human, and, as far as I am concerned, more amiable.

As to your question – as I’ve said in the other Ask below, it’s quite easy to find the end of my knowledge 😁. That would be one of those cases.

I actually have read up a bit on the development of what we call police today, but only for German territories. But I presume developments in France were similar, with innovations usually starting a little earlier. The German word »polizey« originally was applied to all sort of public tasks, from the organisation of markets to cleaning of the streets. It was only during Napoleon’s time (and presumably under French influence) that the term was somewhat reduced to public security measures (but that still included, for example, firemen). When it came to crimes, it usually meant what we today would call a »secret police«, i.e., surveillance of the population rather than investigation of crimes already committed.

But investigation could be part of it. Napoleon’s famous minister of Police Joseph Fouché (that one has to be named first) is mostly known for his spy network and his detailed files on pretty much everybody who was somebody in France. But, for example, after the »infernal machine« asassination attempt his men did some excellent investigations and found the culprits within days. I do not know where in Paris the Ministry of Police was located.

One of the main task of the police was to look after foreigners in town and to issue passports, as in theory nobody was allowed to travel without one.

For Paris, the police headquarters was the Préfecture de Police. It still exists today, but I do not know if it’s still in the same location. The different arrondissements of the city all had their own chief of police, who answered to the préfecture. An interesting personality to look into more might be Jean-François Réal, a co-worker of Fouché and possibly more the kind of »policeman« as we understand the term today.

As to keeping up security in the capital, that was – I think! - at least to some degree also the job of the gouverneur de Paris (who commanded the military forces stationed in the city and for a very long time happened to be one Andoche Junot, so I hope maybe @snowv88 can either confirm or correct me 😊).

It is to be noted that Fouché’s (secret) police was not the only police under Napoleon’s rule. Actually, there were several police organisations all spying on each other. On top of that, the army units had their gens d’armes who kept order and investigated possible violations among or by soldiers.

From what I have read, outside of Paris the police may have been subject to the préfet of the départment, but I am not even entirely sure about that. There seem to have been »bureaux de police«, police offices, so some kind of headquarters for the local police agents must have existed.

And that, I fear, is already all I have. I very much hope for input from people with more knowledge, because now I’ve gotten interested and want to learn more myself.

Thank you for the question and all best wished for your stories! Please share whenever you feel like it!

[fantasticcloudcreation]

July 9 - Updates from Miami:

I wore my short work shorts today and they were comfy, fit perfect, not riding up which is great news haha. Also a loose crop tank top, I felt self-conscious the last time I wore it to work, but overall felt skinny and fit today :) No one commented on losing weight though which is reasonable bc I don't think it's noticeable to anyone but me lol. Also no one commented on my haircut but it was tied up in pigtail buns and a bandana today, honestly not sure how else to contain it during hot work days... It's funny that I wanted to cut my hair bc I was always wearing it in braids on work days but realistically it's too hot to leave it down most days and now idk how to put it up when it has all these layers... The next 2 gigs should have some cooler weather so I'll get to leave it down but for now it's kind of annoying haha. I guess I need to learn some new hairstyles.

Had a Celsius and 2 granola bars for breakfast, one propel pack, an entire subway veggie sub for lunch with sweet tea, yikes at the sugar content but it is what it is, and I ate almost the entire sub in like 10 minutes lol I was so hungry (didn't end up finishing it, but almost). Was planning on eating the sun chips that came with it during break but then we were on code red for like at least an hour so break was cancelled and I didn't feel like eating lol so I'll save them for tomorrow.

Nice to see my work friends, I won't be at the next gig with them so it's good to see them now :) Mostly chill day of work, a lot of walking, some lifting (big lights, awkward angles /down stairs, around seats, up onto the truss) but there were so many people on our team and we had to wait for the riggers to hang the truss first so it was a lot of sitting around. Felt like I didn't really do much today, there was a lot of waiting and a lot of people jumping on every task we were assigned, but I'll take an easy first day back. Sounds like we might have some long days ahead of us so that'll be fun haha.

Now I'm back at the hotel, R is still at work, I had a poke bowl last night that I'd been craving forever from my favorite place when I used to live here, it really hit the spot lol I ate all the veggies/tofu yesterday but had some rice left over so I saved it in the fridge, might eat that now and call that dinner 🙃 also 2 beers so far tonight. Will probably smoke a joint later and eat a bunch of snacks. 5 cigs so far today but who's counting!

Overall, good day! Feeling good, having fun, I love my life! I'm glad I came here and didn't back out when I wanted to :)

Other notes about my body bc I just want to share them lol:

- my wrists/hands are looking really skinny these days, I noticed while driving down here (hands on the steering wheel) all the little bones in my hands, wrists looking thin, yet very firm strong forearm muscles?

- my shoulders have been looking/feeling very bony lately which I enjoy but I had to carry a 50ft feeder cable today which isn't that heavy and should've been easy, but I have lil bruises on my shoulders from it... I made a joke about having a month off work and my shoulders got soft but fr lol like that shouldn't have caused a bruise and I even switched sides halfway and both sides have lil tender spots like it's bruising. Not sure if that's a muscle thing or an iron deficiency or just like toughen up and get used to it?

- my thighs are definitely thinner than 2 months ago however I would feel a lot better about them if I could lose like another 5-10 pounds over the next few months... At the same time, hipbones are starting to pop out too and unfortunately if they get too prominent they get really bruised when carrying things at work so its like a balance of, lose weight so my thighs look great vs lose weight and get bruises on my hipbones lol, who will win ? only time will tell....

[marialikeswritting]

Howell wizard x fem reader

'Nice to meet you'

Fluff/comedic fic

When I tell you this man is my type of man he is my type of man,well I have multiple but today it is his time to shine

Also saw not much of him and I wanted something with a fem reader dont worry more gn reader with this guy will be made by me in da future

Also I just learned about giff images so you better pray I dont abuse my power

Anyways here you go fellow simps

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The first time you two had ever knew of each others existence was when you met Cass, you weren't in the boxing club like her,but you had to be since toast was your friend or she just said it often enough you just don't mind at that point

Cass and you actually hung out together alot even more after she left boxing, she taught you a few defens skills and you...well you just had a lot to do,and what I mean is you where all over the place sometimes you'd model for her in your new knitted cardigan and awesome new dresses,next you both are having a karaoke battle your decent to say the least

"Hey (y/n) come with me" said Cass who had been knocking on your door on a Saturday afternoon "bruh I just woke up" Cass gave her a look "you think I care. Come on let's get you dressed" the greenette drag her friend to her room then to the closet,and opened it "pick an outfit you crazed fashionista" (y/n) huffed "fine"

After getting dressed Cass left with her friend out of the house

"So where are we going Cass" (y/n) looked to her friend as she smoothed her hair "we are going to the cat cafe one of my brothers made you haven't been ther and I just realised that haha" you looked at her shocked "I didn't know you had brothers let alone a cafe?!" "What yes I have multiple times I've told you how annoying they can be dummy!!" Cass flick her friends forehead,(y/n) winced in the pain " I have a bad memory Cass you know thissssss" (y/n) wines "yeah okay whatever sparkles now come on your gonna love the cute cats we have" Cass persuaded and it seemed to work since her friend seem to lift her head a little and smiled

Then out of nowhere "*sniff* ooo is that vanilla" she question (y/n) on the perfume she laughed a little and then responded "yup spot on once again bestie" Cass celebrated a little in the corner as she walked along side her friend "so how many brothers you go Cass" she looked at her friend "I got six and they are a handful but I deal with it I guess"

After walking along the sidewalk for a few minutes the two arrived at the cat cafe

"Here we are" Cass extended one arm dramatically making (y/n) roll her eyes "okay now let's get inside dummy" Cass pushed (y/n) to the door and got the two inside "EVERYONE I BROUGHT MY FRIEND GET YOUR BUTT'S OUT HERE" sounds of plates crashing and shuffling where heard from the kitchen making (y/n) a little concerned

"Hi I'm bee nice to meet ya" a girl with brown hair and a happy smile greeted "oh hello bee I'm (y/n)" she introduced herself

Bee smiled and ofer something from the tray she was holding"here try this their supper good" "oh uhh-" then out of nowhere someone bust burst through the door from the kitchen and started yelling at bee "bee you better not be eating the food of some customer..again"

Bee seem to panicked "no no I would never I was just uhhhh...oh yeah greeting Cass's friend (y/n)!! look isn't she just gorgeous right!?!" The guy in question turned to face the girl that bee had just referred to"hello-*choke* *cough**cough*"he fidgeted whither his hair

He was stunned looking at the girl right before him she was absolutely gorgeous and her outfit elevated how she looked 100 times she wore a light pastel green and pink cardigan a pastel yellow skirt whith little hearts even he noticed she was just so pretty as him heck maybe even more she looked so so

"Cute." Did he just said that oh no he did

He slap his mouth shut and went running to the kitchen leaving a confused and pink-dusted cheeks (y/n) she hold her hands and smiled gently flattered "thanks" she mumbled under her breath "what was that" Cass turned to her friend who quickly dismissed her question "you know what whatever let me introduce you to the guys so you obviously just met Howell who has for some reason called you cute as a first Impression, then there's wesley say hi" he waved at you "good, now then there's Crisp obsessed white clown stuff" crisp looked offended then huffed and turned around to do something "then there's Deckard"

Time went on and she kept on introducing her brothers but there was only one thing on (y/n)'s mind that guy Howell he seemed like the type of guy she would like to be around even by the short interaction she had to admit he looked supper adorable and kinda hot in her opinion she just must befriend him at once! Was all she thought

"Here try this" Cass offered (y/n) another plate of food made by the lovely Deckard "oh thanks" she dived into the food as it was placed before her

Cass went into the kitchen her happy expression faded as she looked at her brother Howell "are you really gonna stay in here the whole time she is out there or are you gonna be a manchild and mope around because you dont know how to start a conversation whith my friend" he blushed at his own embarrassment from earlier "no way I cant I lost my touch I'm not extravagant as I usually am I cannot face her" he retorts "come on you cant stay in here forever dummy" she looked at him with a waist eyebrow making him sigh "whatever you do you but ima murder you when we go home" he shivered at the tought

He had two options it seemd one get over it and talk to the pretty pastel girl that is beyond the kitchen doors and possibly face more embarrassment on his end

Or two get his ass whipped by his sister who would not hold back even if he'd beg and bribe her with anything he owned

Better go with the first option he couldn't risk bribing Cass with his beautiful workout equipment it looked better on him anyways

So what found fake confidence he walked out the doors and straight to the table the pretty pastel girl sat at,as he approach he sprotted bee not doing her work "bee" his tone and demeanor change and bee tense up as the other girl whatch in curious at the following interaction,he placed a hand to bee's shoulder "could you please get orders I can handle stuff here thanks byeeee" bee quickly scattered out of there,leaving Howell with (y/n) he nervously pulled out a little notebook to go for others a pen and then looked straight at the (h/c) girl "hi there uh what's your name cutie?" Wow now he's bold "I'm (y/n), and you are cariño~" (y/n) leander forward whit her elbows propped at the table

she was bold too I mean ofcourse she was she's well it was obvious to Cass as she looked at the two "ugh she's into him fuck he better not mess things up or ima kick his sorry butt" they all stopped and collectively thought 'he better not mess up' Cass then turned to them "why are you standing there get to work dummies!!" They all scattered to do their won things "*sigh* I'm surrounded by idiot's" the she went to go back to work

"So what would you like to try from the menu. Anything interests you cutie" Howell smiled making the girl's heart flutter he was just so different from the short time she has been in his presence a good different and a hot one at that "well I would like to try you're waffles" he raised an eyebrow "waffles it is then,how do you want them hmm?" (Y/n) put a hand on her chin and thought for a moment "I want then with syrup, chocolate chips, and wip cream please" she put her menu down and Howell took it "coming right up"

Time then seem to fly by as the two talked and she got a few more things to eat,the food was just to good then (y/n)'s phone buzz and she picked it up and saw that she had to go "awe man I got to go" she spoke in a sad tone,Howell looked at her with his own sad smile "oh well do you want the check now?" She looked at him and smiled and smiled a few hundred Bill's "this will about cover it" she got up and started to walk away "hey wait this it too much and you need your change!" She then wrote some numbers on a piece of napkin(y/n) looked back at the green hair boy and smirked "it's fine pretty boy you can pay me back with a date and her you go" he nearly choked on his own saliva and looked at the paper she gave him confused "wait what!" She was out the door by then and he went after her "I said what I said see ya!!" He stood there stunned and red tinted cheeks he hadn't noticed his siblings right the with him until cass put a hand on his shoulder the aura became tense "your gonna take her on that date right" it sounded more of a command than a question,he gulped "why ofcourse what kind of a man would I be to ditched such a fine woman such as her" he defended himself still blushing cuasing the other's to notice "ooo Howells got it bad!!!" "20 buck they get together" "Ha 30 if they get married by the end if the month" cass turned around "Hey that my bestfriend your talking about!" She stared to chase them around while they all scream in laughter

Howell was left outside to think about (y/n) she ayre was something truly different he then took out the napkin she gave him and once again was shocked "she-she gave me her NUMBER AAAAHH OH MY GOSH!!!" Bee then came from beside him "wow you scored today nice" she finger gun him and he got annoyed "go back to work bee" she quickly oblige and left immediately leaving Howell alone to stare happily at the napkin

While (y/n) was waking around the sidewalk smiling to herself about the cute pretty boy she had just met "hehe this will be great" she stared at the sky and thought about the endless possibilities that will happened with the so call pretty boy she had now decided to nickname just that pretty boy hehe

Something was going to happend that would change the path of these two people and it was going to be awesome