#but she WILL have the top of her head smooched either way

[wolfsong-the-bloody-beast]

Sure he does. Somehow. 😂

[luvvyouforever]

show me what you got - logan howlett {wolverine} x reader

synopsis: logan and reader very clearly want each other, but neither will make a move. a certain plan sets that in action.

content: NSFW! minors dni. yearning. horny. rambling. logan being nervous. afab reader.

a/n: i don't really know where i was going with this. i was also kinda picturing cartoon x men living situation here! def not very canon compliant. but enjoy!

his breath is hot, ragged, and full of expletives slipping between his lips with every thrust. sweat beads around his hairline, drips down his temple, and leaves the prettiest shine on his tan skin. his hair is tousled, he's shirtless, and his muscles are tense beneath his skin.

"oh my god, lift up your jaw. i know he's hot but you're gonna swallow flies that way, hun."

rogue's voice enters your dazed reverie and brings you back into the reality: a sweaty gym in the x-men mansion. logan, only twenty feet in front of you, pulls on the handles of a machine set to the highest weight possible that pulls him forward and backward. it's supposed to work out his back, or maybe his chest, or maybe his arms. either way, it's sinful and becoming increasingly difficult to tear your eyes away.

he continues to grunt on the machine and you wonder if he's doing it on purpose when rogue speaks up again. "you need to do something about this."

you let out a laugh that's just a bit too loud and draws some of the eyes of the other x-men working out. red heat crawls up your neck and to your cheeks where it settles into a blush. turning around to face the other side of the gym, you whisper, "and what exactly am i supposed to do here?"

"i don't know. corner him, give him a big ol' smooch, and the rest will be history," rogue pauses. "i think. i'm not the best person to ask here," she says with a gesture to her gloved hands.

when you feel the heat leave your face, you turn back around to see that logan had moved from the original offending machine to an even more intolerable workout: bench presses. with urgent movements, you take rogue over to the yoga mats and begin your own personalized workout, all the while she laughs at your obvious and ever-growing frustration.

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logan wonders what it would be like to be standing behind you, pressed dangerously close to your backside as you bend over and place yourself into some yoga position he never bothered to learn the name of. the workout clothes you're wearing have always got under his skin and he knows this time is no different. he barely thinks about the weight of the bar he's lifting up and down as he watches your body flex into a position that places your body in such a divine arch he wishes he could be drawing out of you.

"not you too," gambit's voice comes from behind logan where he uselessly spots him. suddenly, logan falters with his grip on the bar and rather than let it fall on top of him, he sends it to the other side of the bench, just a few feet from where scott was doing squats with some fancy weights logan never bothered with.

"what do you mean 'not you too?'" logan questions.

gambit shakes his head and sits on the bench next to the one they were currently working out on. he fiddles with a card he seemed to pull out of nowhere, but logan ignored it. "gambit means that you two need to find a closet and get it over with."

logan huffs and shakes his head. "i dunno what you're talking about, cajun."

his eyes float back to your frame on the other side of the gym. much to his chagrin, you stopped your own workout and stretching in favor of assisting rogue into a complex position that was sure to send gambit to her side once the workout had come to a close. the words 'not you too' floated through his head once more and he turned to interrogate gambit once more only to find him moving on to another set in front of the mirror.

with a final glance back to you, he found you looking at him as well. briefly, your eyes met each other across the room then immediately went to the floor, pretending that the specks of dust were unbelievably interesting.

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charles believed that despite the mutations and responsibilities and missions, it was important for the x-men to have some kind of normalcy which led to frequent movie nights or parties or game nights. more often than not, logan spent those inside or sitting in a chair directly away from the other x-men. there was no particular reason, he was just always like that. solitary.

unfortunately, something seemed to be different for this particular movie night. when he arrived to the home theater in the basement of the mansion, every single seat was taken by one of the other x-men. the only other person who hadn't arrived was you.

his eyes fell to the loveseat that was empty toward the back of the room, where rarely any light except for the screen fell. he could hear an almost undetectable giggle come from rogue on the other side of the room and he knew something was up. had these not been unspokenly required, he would have turned around with the excuse of...something.

just as he climbed the few short steps to the loveseat and sat down, you walked in. his breath hitched in his throat at the sight of you. a thin and old pajama top which hung off your shoulders at an angle adorned your top half while the bottom half was covered in pants that fell at your hips and hugged your legs as they went down. somehow this was worse than tight workout clothes.

just as he did, your eyes scanned the room for a seat before finding that the only one available was the other half of the loveseat that logan's body was currently occupying. without much thinking, your eyes flew to rogue who shrugged her shoulders despite you feeling as though this was planned.

with every inch you grew closer to being so close to logan, your heart rate increased, as did your nervousness. awkwardly, you sat down by him and could instantly feel the similar pulling in your chest that you felt when standing too close to him. the way his t-shirt hugged his chest and contoured to the fine muscles made you blink too fast.

once everyone was fully settled, charles put a movie on, something you didn't really remember the plot of, and with maximum effort, you kept your eyes glued to the screen.

logan did not have as easy of a time as you did. perhaps it was the way his senses were so increased from yours that you could barely keep still. it was either your thigh touching his own or your sweet smell infiltrating his nose or the way you couldn't hold your laughter at certain jokes in the movie which echoed through his ears into his mind. it was unbearable.

suddenly feeling eyes on him, his head whipped to the other side where gambit's eyes would flit to him every so often. when they made eye contact, gambit's eyebrow raised, which suggested the question to logan, "so?"

he shook his head to which gambit smiled, tilted his head to signal to your body next to his, and made some obscene gesture that had rogue smacking his hands down to his lap. logan sighed, shook his head, and returned his gaze back to the movie. he couldn't ignore it this time.

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once the movie ended, everyone retreated back to their respective spaces, except logan who lingered around the mansion. going back to his bedroom didn't feel favorable. after spending so long alive, chasing after what he wanted, he felt stupid letting you continue to walk past him, in the clothes that made him frustrated with a personality that melted his heart. he didn't want to go back into his bedroom where he would more than likely jerk off to thoughts of you so perfect they could become painful. he would have a dream about you, wake up wondering if today is the day he kisses you finally, then look at you at the breakfast table and know that this wasn't the day.

before he could stop his own body, his legs took him up the stairs toward your bedroom at the end of the hallway.

you hadn't been doing anything after the movie except for thinking of the way your thigh was touching logan's and his breath was deep and he was warm and a strong presence next to your frame. with nothing on but a yellow lamp, you reached over to your bedside drawer before a knock echoed through the room.

with a huff, you rose up and went over to the door. when you opened up, you could've jumped back in surprise at the figure on the other side of the door. logan was standing in the same t-shirt and sweatpants as earlier, but this time he looked slightly disheveled, like he had been running his hands through his hair.

"hey, logan," you said hesitantly.

suddenly, he regretted coming to your door. it wasn't that he didn't want you, but having you in front of him with your smell invading his nose and your cheeks flushed and your hair messy from laying down was intoxicating.

"hey," was all he said.

the air was awkward and tense. logan's chest heaved up and down from his attempts to steady his breathing. absentmindedly, you played with a thread at the hem of your top.

"did you...need something?" you asked.

"can i come in?" he blurted out.

you nodded, held the door wide open, and scooted to the side of it. he stepped over the threshold, carefully avoiding anything he might knock over or ruin. for him, it seemed, one wrong step could lead to your entire room coming down in one fell swoop.

as if being in your presence was not difficult enough, being in your room was a trial. everything was so you. your clothes to the left of him, your posters to the right. your perfume and body wash lingering in the air. his eyes didn't know where to go so they landed on you in front of him.

"so, uh...did you like the movie tonight?" you asked in an attempt to make conversation. he shifted on his feet. "oh, come here. you can sit down if you wanna." your hand gestured for him to follow you to your bed. despite his brain telling him not to go, his legs moved and then he found himself sitting on your bed, looking down at you.

he blinked, suddenly forgetting your question. what was he going to do here? he came with no purpose, no plan, no intention. obviously he couldn't kiss you right there. he couldn't push you down and run his hands along the sides of your body like he dreamed about for so long. no matter how bad he wanted to be between your legs, using his mouth to draw pretty moans out of you and bring your back up from the bed, and hear his name tumble out of your mouth like a prayer-

"logan?" his head snapped to you. the corners of your lips were upturned into a half smile. "did you hear me?"

"no, sorry. what'd you say?" he asked.

with an almost imperceptible scoot closer to him, you looked up into his brown eyes. there was something in yours that he felt resembled desire, but it couldn't be. there was no way you were having those similar dirty thoughts to him.

"i asked if you came here to kiss me."

his heart could've slipped out from its cavity, down through his stomach, and out through his ass.

"because if so, then you might want to go ahead and do it because it's almost time for me to go to bed."

logan didn't have to hear many more words over that. his hands flew to your sides like he had wanted them to for months. with uncharacteristic gentless, he guided you to lay down on the bed. a smile grew on your lips at his closeness and his touch. yes, this was much better than your original plans for the night.

"so, you've been thinking about me too?" logan asked, just a few inches from your lips.

the blush that he so often thought about in his dreams crept back to your cheeks. "of course i have. i was just waiting on you to take charge," you teased. your hand made its way to his chest where it rubbed along the skin, then up to his neck where it rested carefully, right over his pulse point. you could feel it pick up when your other hand made contact with his waist.

logan chuckled at that. "and to think i was gonna go spend the rest of the night in my bedroom after being so unbearably close to you all night."

"i'm glad you came over finally," you said. after a pause, "i think rogue and gambit might've been getting tired of this too."

"they're about to get a lot more tired of us when i'm done with you tonight." with that, logan's lips came down to yours where they met in a crushing kiss. it was messy, but conveyed the months of ache and yearning for each other. teeth clashed at moments, and only when the annoying need to breathe came forward did you pull apart.

"show me what you got, howlett," you said in response to his earlier comment after taking a breath.

in seconds, logan had his tight t-shirt off, along with his sweatpants. everything that had once been scandalous to watch from a distance was now in your hand. perhaps the whole loveseat plan, no matter the annoyance it brought on originally, was an ingenious idea.

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[aohisworld]

SAY A LITTLE PRAYER FOR YOU. | THE SERIES!

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ when things are a little too tame in Aohi’s world, she conspires to dote on her seven boyfriends. (A series!)

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ poly!ot7 x addedmember!oc , contains. cringe writing, fluff, like CAVITY SWEET fluff, some parts (excluding ri-ki) might be a LITTLE suggestive , keep in mind that this series takes place in the present, which puts Aohi at 20 years of age!

| : ̗̀➛ MINTIE’s NOTES: sorry about the no updates to either big fics guys TT school’s ending and I have to pass the diplomas before I actually get to graduate (grad ceremony was literally for show) so have this silly little series that I plan to do!

| : ̗̀➛ WARNING! How I write ENHYPEN is not meant to portray the idols irl, this is my au and I write this for fun.

✧. ┊ “Noo-noo-ah!” Aohi softly called, her arms opening for the boy who was approaching her bed with a pep in his step. “Tokki-yah!” Sunoo replied back, gently kissing her nose as the two smiled and giggles.

“What’s up, oppa?” Aohi asked, gently rubbing her hand up and down on his back. Usually, Sunoo loved to come into Aohi’s room and lay on top of her, the boys actually shared that habit together, coming in her separate room to bother her whenever they wanted.

“Nothing, what’re you doing?..” Sunoo’s muffled voice from him tucking his head into Aohi’s neck spoke, peeking from whatever line of sight he could achieve from the intimate cuddle.

“I’m just watching whatever, you want to watch with me?” She asks, looking down slightly to try and establish eye contact with the puffy-cheeked fox.

“No, just came to check in on you.” Sunoo hummed, he sits up from his spot and grabs hold of Aohi’s own cheeks, dipping down for a sloppy kiss as her muffled giggles started to resonate within the room.

“Owp-pwa!” A muffled attempt was heard, Sunoo tried his best not to laugh, pulling away with a dramatic ‘smooch!’ Sound coming from his own lips.

Aohi’s laughs became clearer as Sunoo pulled away, and he could feel a gentle tug at his heart the way Aohi’s big smile appears in his line of sight.

“Come out for dinner soon, Jay-hyung said you haven’t eaten lunch yet.” Sunoo reminds her, getting off Aohi’s bed and walking to the door. He turns to look at Aohi one more time, making sure he’s heard.

“Eung! I’ll come soon, oppa!” Aohi spoke, turning in her bed as she wiped her cheek of any saliva that didn’t dry out.

Not that it didn’t disgust her that the boys leave sloppy kisses but, Aohi just thinks that’s how intimacy goes, kind of like how cats rub up on anything and everything to mark their territory.

Actually, Aohi has no idea why she’s comparing those two things with each other.

She continued to watch her YouTube videos a little longer, having a deep interest in hour-long documentaries that spoke about anything of the horror genre.

Aohi wasn’t a big fan of horror though, but there’s something funny about having an excuse to sleep in one of boys’ rooms, and usually Jay or Heeseung can’t bother to say no to her.

“Aohi-yah! Dinner’s ready!” Sunghoon’s voice called for her, and she sighs knowing she actually has to go this time. “Coming!” Aohi sits up from her bed and places her feet into bat slippers gifted to her by Jake.

Aohi wiggles her feet for a little bit, smiling at the fluffy feeling on her feet. She leaves her room with a hop in her step, walking into the open-plan kitchen with a sleepy smile.

“What’s for dinner, oppa?” Aohi looked over Jay’s shoulder, looking into the pot of kimchi-jjigae he made. “I felt a little lazy today, I hope you don’t mind, batsy.” Jay turned to her, and he kissed Aohi’s temple.

“Eung~” Aohi hummed understandingly, before walking off to go sit with her other boyfriends. “Hi baby, did you have a good nap earlier?” Heeseung pulled his gaze away from his phone, looking up at Aohi with his gentle Bambi gaze.

“Mhm! Speaking of which, can I sleep with one of you guys tonight?” She sat in her seat, and her legs made quick work of sitting criss cross on the seat.

“I don’t get why you do that, it’s so weird.” Sunoo mumbled jokingly beside her, obviously mentioning her instinct to sit weirdly on her chair.

“It’s a habit! Don’t you know my cousins in the Philippines do it all the time!” Aohi scrunched her nose back at Sunoo, who couldn’t help but smile at her adorable expression.

“You can sleep with me, bunny.” Sunghoon offered, placing his hand on her head affectionately, Aohi happily cherishing his attention.

“Like hell! You’ve been snuggling with her more than enough! She’s with me tonight!” Ri-ki huffed, pulling Aohi to his side.

Aohi felt her heart warm a little that her boys were so wanting to spend time with her, even if it’s just for the night. “Why don’t you guys let her decide? She’s the one who wants to sleep somewhere else for the night.” Jungwon hummed, his gaze on his phone.

“Wonnie, do you want to, tonight?” Aohi asked, looking towards him, in which he glanced up in response, and she could easily tell the way his eyes lit up that there was no way he was denying her offer.

“Yeah!” The other boys at the table groaned and complained, and Jungwon could only smile smugly. Soon enough the boys stopped messing around, Aohi sensing Jay’s presence with the smell of kimchi-jjigae filling her nostrils.

“Wah! It smells delicious, oppa.” Aohi’s eyes sparkled at the sight of Jay’s cooking, channeling her inner foodie as she was getting ready to dig in.

“Did I make you wait too long, batsy?” — “no, but the other people at the table waited too long.”

Sunoo answered smartly, looking up at Jay with a look that pulled a sheepish grin from the cook. Sunoo sat up on his seat as Jay placed the pot onto the coaster, the steam letting out a spicy aroma in the room.

“I’m going to eat well..” Aohi made a gesture before picking up her chopsticks, waiting for Heeseung to get his first bite, and then Jay.. and then Jake, and you get the rest.

Aohi took her bite soon after everyone else had, smiling as she ate, loving the domesticity of dinner tonight. She really felt like doting on her boyfriends for being so doting on her as well.

Like, maybe she should return the kindness! She looked around her for a little bit more before continuing to eat her meal silently, but happily. Aohi had a plan…

It was operation: dote on the en- boys!

OBJECTIVE #1: YANG JUNGWON!

"what're you doing here, little bunny? Not up to some trouble, I hope."

mission debriefed!

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ┊Jungwon has been a lot busier promoting their new album, memorabilia. Aohi can't remember the last time she's got the time to even look at her boyfriend! Not that the whole group wasn't promoting or anything... but she really misses one of her two feline boyfriends!

This calls for a little Aohi TLC, which is exactly what she's planning to do during a surprise visit before an interview!

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ yang jungwon x addedmember!oc , contains. mentions of poly!ot7 x oc, cringe writing, fluff, a tiny bit of suggestive themes (honestly it's just kissing).

OBJECTIVE #2: LEE HEESEUNG!

"I'm just playing for another hour! You can wait, right, batsy?"

mission in progress! [possible completion: June 29th].

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ┊ It's been a little too quiet at the apartment for Aohi's liking, understandably the boys might be recharging from doing so many promotions, but Aohi's just a girl! She needs her daily attention like her naps, and she's going to get them!

Her next victim? Lee Heeseung, Aohi knows nobody can tear the boy away from his beloved game, League of Legends. Aohi thinks she should still try though! No harm in trying!

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ lee heeseung x addedmember!oc , contains. mentions of poly!ot7 x oc, cringe writing, fluff, a tiny bit of suggestive themes, a lot of gaming vocabulary.

OBJECTIVE #3: PARK JJONGSEONG!

“You know you're the only one I'm willing to spoil, right?”

mission in progress! [possible completion: July 9th].

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ┊ Aohi's taken a small break on doting on her boyfriends, her current schedule was taking her out and Jay seems to be able to tell, so.. instead of Aohi carrying out her doting missions, Jay beats her to it by taking her out for a little spoiling.

Don't fear though, it's not a mission if Aohi doesn't dote on him back! Luckily, she knows just the thing that'll do the trick!

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ park jjonseong (jay) x addedmember!oc , contains. mentions of poly!ot7 x oc, cringe writing, fluff, a lot of spoiling, erm... idk my draft doesn't really have anything to make note of LOL.

OBJECTIVE #4: SIM JAEYUN!

"I wouldn't let anyone else take care of Layla, batsy.. you're her mama, and I sure as hell won't let you go!"

mission in progress! [possible completion: July 19th].

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ┊ There's nothing better than a boyfriend and his cute as heck dog, named Layla! Ever since Aohi started to date Jake, she's been referred as Layla's mama, and the dog seems to agree, and what kind of mom would she be if she didn't spoil Layla and her dad?

A little hike on her's and Jake's favourite trail to relax and get some exercise in, while Layla gets to spend the whole day with her parents!

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ sim jaeyun (jake) x addedmember!oc , contains. mentions of poly!ot7 x oc, cringe writing, fluff, a lot of cringe name calling?? Idk I drafted a really dorky Jake.. Layla blocking Jake from Aohi LOL.

OBJECTIVE #5: PARK SUNGHOON!

"You sure do slip a lot.. is it because you're you falling for me, batsy? Ow! It was a joke, babe!"

mission in progress! [possible completion: July 29th].

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ┊ The summer heat was too much for the en- group to handle! With the other boys and Xiulin going out for cold treats, Aohi and Sunghoon opt for the ice skating rink. Aohi uses this to her advantage by using this time alone with her boyfriend to dote on him!

Only... how can she dote on him when he keeps cracking the most lamest jokes?! Aohi thinks she's going to break from one more dad joke!

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ park sunghoon x addedmember!oc , contains. mentions of poly!ot7 x oc, cringe writing, fluff, lame dad jokes, as in, googled dad jokes, a little bit of suggestive themes at the end. skating vocabulary.

OBJECTIVE #6: KIM SUNOO!

"You always dote on me, tokki.. please let me return the favour, pretty girl."

mission in progress! [possible completion: August 9th].

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ┊ Kim Sunoo, Aohi's favourite to dote on. Well, he knows that for sure, considering he manages to catches Aohi before she could even plan on a way to dote on him! Sunoo wants to give back all of the love she's given him, knowing that she must be tired on loving seven, such rowdy boys.

Sunoo plans his own little mission when he and Aohi are chosen as ambassadors for Vivienne Westwood, and brought to Milan for a photoshoot.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ kim sunoo x addedmember!oc , contains. mentions of poly!ot7 x oc, cringe writing, fluff, modelling mentions, sunoo is not an actual ambassador for viv westwood!! A little bit of suggestive themes.

OBJECTIVE #7: NISHIMURA RI-KI!

"Did you plan this whole trip back home just to spend time with me? Aren't you adorable, batsy."

mission in progress! [possible completion: August 19th].

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ┊ Aohi was feeling a little homesick, and what's a better way to spend a little home vacation if not with her boyfriend, who probably misses Japan as much as she does? Aohi makes the smartest idea to dote on Ri-ki during their trip, equipped with her credit card and an extra piece of luggage for any souvenirs to take home.

Ri-ki acts oblivious to her plans though, after living with Aohi for so long, he's made the conclusion that an excited Aohi cannot keep anything to herself for the life of her. Therefore, Ri-ki has plans to reverse the roles on Aohi, doting on her instead.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ nishimura ri-ki x addedmember!oc , contains. mentions of poly!ot7 x oc, cringe writing, fluff, a little travel trip to Japan, tiny bit self-indulgent because they're going through my travel plans LMAO.

[charmercharm3r]

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Synopsis: A night out leads you to make some uncharacteristic choices that somehow end with you into their bed.

warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, binchanXreader, porn w no plot, threesome, eiffel-towering lol, protected sex, implied chanXchangbin, mentions of alcohol consumption, good cop\bad cop situ lol, cum play, lil bit of ass slapping, oral (m&f), cum eating, slight dumbification

If you were to tell any of your friends about how you ended up in the bed of the two hottest guys you’d ever seen, they’d laugh in your face and call you a liar. Hell, you can’t even believe it. Things like this don’t happen to you, let alone with two men. You can’t even recall where it all happened, one second you were talking to one of them and introduced you to his buddy, the next you were in their car on the way back to their place. 

It was so out of character for you to even consider talking to them in the first place. The one with dimples approached you first, Chris? Chan? You don’t really remember, just that he had the sweetest smile and voice like honey. He was the one that drove, his right hand slowly creeping up your thigh the entire ride. His friend, a name similar but you could only recall the other calling him Bin, had a kick ass playlist, you had to admit, sultry songs that were equally energizing and made you even more excited for what was to come. Or better yet– who.

You’d decided to call the first man Chris, it feels like a common enough name you couldn’t be wrong. As soon as Chris had put the car in park, the shorter man was already outside your door and opening it, holding a hand out for you to take. You can’t even remember what button they’d pushed to reach their floor, the elevator ride up was filled with tentative touches, one behind you and one in front, distracting you with their hands on your hips and lips peppering light kisses to either side of your neck. The funniest part, you weren’t even drunk. Tipsy, sure, but with enough consciousness to know that you wanted this more than anything.

The lights back at the bar were too dim to have noticed just how muscular they both were. The reflective metal of the elevator gave you optimal view of Chris’ wide shoulders and Bin’s swole arms wrapped around your torso. That sight alone made your mouth water, and next thing you knew, you were being led through a hallway much nicer than you’d expected and into what you assumed was their apartment, body being tossed onto a bed and smothered in kisses.

Honestly, it was a lot more romantic than you were expecting. Not that they weren’t eager to get you naked, but they were taking their time. You couldn’t tell who was kissing you now, just that their lips were incredibly gentle and unrushed. He wasn’t on top of you but instead on his knees next to your side and cupping your cheeks in his hands while you felt the bed dip under the weight of the other.

“Can I take these off?” One of them asked, playing with the hem of your skirt. You tried to respond, but could only moan into the mouth of the man kissing you. “Give her a chance to answer, Changbin. We have all night.” Chris was the one messing with your clothes, playfully moving them around to make your attention scatter.

Changbin was his full name? You didn’t have time to question nor answer before he was speaking for you, “but I like kissing her, such nice lips. She wants them off, don’t you, baby?”

What had come over you? Nodding mindlessly as you let him hike your blouse over your head and Chris tug the skirt down to leave you in nothing but undergarments. Maybe it was the compliments Changbin whispered in your ear, or perhaps how tender Chris was caressing every inch of your exposed skin, but you didn’t feel the need to think with them, not a care in the world other than wanting to please them.

Changbin was on you in the next second and was laying kind, wet smooches up and down your neck, it made you shiver and Chris chuckle at the gooseflesh rising along your skin. “Sensitive, aren’t you?” the dimpled one smiled up at you from your lower half, teething at the elastic of your panties. Another rapid, mindless nod, he grinded his hips into the bed as your hips kicked up, arousal probably soaking the fabric.

“What about these?” Changbin snapped the strap of your bra, “these off next?” You were growing impatient, moving to take it off without answering him and earning an amused laugh from both.

“Mind if I?” Chris was spreading your legs and climbing to lay between them on his stomach, clearly grinding his crotch into the mattress. You went to take off the panties as well, but his large hands stopped you, “keep them on for now.” Following his instructions, you watched Chris get comfortable and continue to tease himself through the fabric of his jeans. He took in a deep inhale with his nose pressed to the gusset of your underwear before exhaling just as large with a strangled groan, “fuck. So sweet.”

He took a hard lick at you through the panties, you shivered even more as the tip of his tongue circled your clit. His fat tongue sent warmth shooting up your spine, comforting and blissful at the same time. So much so that your eyes rolled back and you relaxed into the sheets. But before you could completely unwind, Changbin’s lips suctioned to your breast, biting the skin around your nipple before nibbling at the nub softly. The pricks of pain from his teeth was soothed over when the warm muscle of his tongue would lick over it.

The combination of it all was unbearably wonderful, you had no idea what to do with yourself. Your hands moved on their own, burying one into Changbin’s hair and the other into Chris’ to push him deeper into your cunt. You suppose you were moving too much for Changbin’s liking, his big arms slithered around your rib cage to hold your tighter to his face, while Chris moved with your writhing hips. He’d hooked his arms under your thighs and began to moan into your core, vibrations making you helplessly fall further victim to the feeling. Quickly you were becoming undone, opening your eyes for a split second to see the purple bruises littering your chest and breasts as Changbin played with your nipples and Chris already looking up at you through his lashes, suffocating himself in your pussy.

Just as you made eye contact with Chris, he showed off his skills by flattening his tongue against your bundle of nerves and swiping back and forth, hard. The look on his face was almost the same as yours, enjoying himself as though he was the one getting head. Then, he suckled on your clit through your saliva and arousal soaked underwear, making your back arch. The sudden urge to feel something on your lips had you tugging Changbin by the back of his hair from your chest, immediately locking your lips together for a messy, spit covered kiss. His doll-like lips fit perfectly against yours, that coupled with Chris’s plump ones cupping your clit and sucking you in like a vacuum made you see stars, already coming. You moaned into Changbin, hardly muffled and echoing throughout the room.

The only reason Chris had pulled away was because you tapped his shoulder, looking up at you with the lower half of his face covered in slick and a goofy smile on his lips. As you let your body sink into the bed, Chris moved to sit on his knees while Changbin continued to kiss wherever he could, wherever he wanted.

You let your eyes close again and succumb to the warmth that washed over you in post-orgasm glow, though the sound of clothes hitting the floor and belts being undone had you wanting to press your legs together all over again.

“Not tired, are you baby?” Changbin said softly into your ear, brushing your hair from your face.

“Of course she isn’t. She can’t be when we’re the ones who have been doing all the work, right pretty girl?” Chris’ voice was deeper now, teetering on the edge of intimidating as you peaked an eye open to see him now towering over you, shirt discarded and the belt and button of his pants undone. Though, his cock, still covered by his boxers, was hanging over the zipper, heavy and thick through the shadowed outline and so mouthwatering.

Your lack of a response made Changbin grip you by the cheeks, puckering your lips, “better answer him. He doesn’t like silence.”

The nod you gave clearly did not’ suffice, as his handle on your face was accompanied by a harsh tug to your hair, “yes! Not tired.”

Chris leaned over to be less than a centimeter from your face, “good girl.” He pecked your puckered lips and stepped off the bed, ridding the rest of his clothes.

Dazed, you watched as he undressed and Changbin followed. If you thought that they were handsome while clothed, in their nakedness the two men were straight up menacing. Changbin stood a bit on the meatier side, in more places than one as his build looked to be thicker with muscle. Though, that didn’t mean Chris wasn’t built, by no means was he skinny if his incredibly defined abs were anything to go by, traps of his shoulders looking nice enough to nibble on. As you ogled them from your spread out position on the bed, they gave each other a knowing glance, then turned their attention back to you.

“Who d’ya want to stretch you out first, pretty?” Chris asked, crossing his arms over his chest. You took your time to look both of them up and down, eyes lingering on Changbin’s thick thighs and girthy cock hanging massive. “Go on then,” the dimpled man patted his friend on the back, nudging him towards you.

As Changbin climbed up the bed to make his way towards you, Chris mumbled, “I do all the work and still get picked last. You’re gonna make it up to me, pretty.”

“Promise,” you said back to him before Changbin covered your entire view.

Changbin manhandled your panties off, but not without bringing them to his nose to sniff, “you’re right, Channie hyung. She is sweet,” and he tossed them to the side.

“I thought your name was Chris,” you looked over Changbin’s shoulder at the now established older of the two. He was amused, corner of his lip curling as his hand slowly stroked his long dick.

“It is. But we’ll see if you remember your own name by the end of the night.”

“Hey now, it’s my turn,” the younger tipped your chin gently back in his direction. You leaned up to kiss him, which was appreciated by him with an adorning hum. Hands guided one leg around his torso as Changbin readjusted to straddle your other. “Focus on me,” he said against your lips, and it was hard not to when he held you so nicely.

Chris– Chan?– tossed him a condom, which Changbin somehow skillfully opened and wrapped around his dick with ease and without pulling too far away from you. He seemed to like the closeness and the feeling of skin on skin, which only made you want to feel him more.

Your leg around his waist pulled him in, making him topple over you. Changbin giggled and kissed you once more before slicking his fingers through your folds, using the wetness to spread around his cock. He was even bigger when so close to your entrance, it was slightly nerve racking.

“Relax, baby. I’ll take good care of you,” he said, tip prodding at your slit.

“Get on with it,” Chris called from the side of the bed. Your spine shivered at the domineering tone of his voice. 

“What happened to having all night?” You called back, keeping your eyes on the man above you.

“I wouldn’t get smart before I’ve had my turn with you, pretty.”

Changbin slowly pressed his cock in, not breaking the surface just yet. “I’d listen to him if I were you. Because I have been. Appreciate the kindness while the nice one is still on top of you.”

He pushed in further, slowly sliding into your cunt as your arousal slicked your walls even more. Changbin hiked your leg higher to hold under his arm, pressed tight to his ribs as he bottomed out with little to no effort. His free hand not holding up his weight gripped onto your love handles, squeezing as he got used to the rhythmic pulsating of your walls. It took everything within him not to move at the pace he wanted from the getgo, but the little resolve Changbin had crumbled when you rutted your hips up into him, making him slide that much deeper. “More,” you whined, heel digging into his back in hopes it’d make him move.

Changbin caved at your plea and pulled out just to shallowly thrust back into you. The sheer size of him was already making your head spin, and he’d barely done anything. Your head dug back into the pillows, nails clawing at his forearms as his speed picked up and the slapping of skin filled the room. Just as you were building another high, the bed beside you dipped and the heat of another body warmed you. Chris kneeled above your head, cock in hand and leaking with precum. He didn’t need to say anything as he rolled a condom onto himself, your mouth was dropping and tongue hanging out to take him as well.

Changbin sat back and moved your leg higher to drape over his shoulder as Chris climbed to sit on your chest. He let go of his dick to free handedly aim for your mouth, and immediately sighed when your warmth engulfed him. Unlike Changbin’s soft, steady rhythm, Chris was rough, almost animalistic as soon as you’d taken him. He didn’t let you get used to the feeling of him on your tongue and forced himself deeper into your throat, gripping the headboard and using your mouth like his personal fleshlight.

You felt dizzy from lack of oxygen, lack of feeling anything except the pleasure building in your gut, lack of thought from an empty brain. All your morals and values left you as soon as you agreed to go home with them, and they weren’t coming back anytime soon. The amount of stimulation to every part of your body was overwhelming, unable to stop yourself from whimpering as Changbin’s hips became unrelenting in their stride, hitting your sweet spot every time and Chris’s uncaring nature that was painfully arousing.

The effort it took to even mumble the words, “gonna cum,” took more energy than you had to spare. You were only able to catch your breath because Chris finally pulled out to let you gain back some oxygen. Even then, he stole it away as he gripped your jaw open, “hold it,” he commanded before gathering saliva in his mouth to spit into yours. The icky feeling made you shudder, feeling like you should be grossed out, perhaps even turned off, but you were nowhere near it.

Chris turned his head slightly to look back at Changbin, “getting along back there?” The way he spoke about you like you weren’t there made your gut twist even more. Changbin’s thumb swiped at your clit unexpectedly and you clenched around him, a strained groan leaving him, “never fucking better. Wait till you feel how tight she is, hyung. God, I never wanna pull out.”

“Better wrap it up soon, Bin. Wanna cum in that pretty cunt but her mouth is real close to doing me in.”

Chris dipped into your mouth again just as Changbin’s thrusts turned shallow again, messy as he got closer to his high. His thumb rubbing circles into your bundle of nerves made your muscles tense up, trying your best to follow orders. But in your body clenching, so did your walls and apparently convulsing strong enough to milk Changbin to his inevitable orgasm, finishing in a blaze of glory into the condom without stopping his rutting. Quick, staccato’d claps of his skin on yours finished with a loud groan, shoving him deeply into you two more times before pulling out completely.

The burning in your gut diminished as the emptiness overtook you, feeling cold without Changbin’s heat. Chris pulled from your mouth just after, climbing off your chest immediately. He looked back at the younger, whose face was entirely too lax compared to you and Chris, you were jealous. The high forced to fizzle out made your body ache and twitch as neither of them touched you, just watching.

Tears threatened to fall as Chris smiled down at you fondly, “didn’t cum, did you?” He asked as if he couldn’t already tell. You shook your head, no. Chris just tilted his head and raised his eyebrows as you recalled previous instructions.

“N– no,” you choked back a sob as a grin broke across his face.

Chris climbed between your legs and massaged your thighs, “good girl.” The praise made you whimper again. “My turn, pretty.”

As quickly as his soft touch came, it went, Chris suddenly flipping you onto your belly and arching your ass into the air. His big hands spread your cheeks wide and tongue licked another fat stripe up your center, making you shiver in his hold. “Please,” you whined, reaching back to take his hand in yours.

“Look at you, asking so nicely,” Chris said, kneeling tall against your backside and swiping the head of his condom clad cock through your folds. Your wetness resounded through the room, turning to the side to see Changbin at your side and dick at full mass again. He peered down at you, cupping your cheek and sitting on his knees in front of you, pushing your hair from your sweaty face.

Before you could ask for a kiss– knowing Changbin would give it you– Chris was pushing his cock into you, not waiting for you to adjust to the large size difference. While Changbin was thick, Chris hung long, prodding at your cervix with no effort. He gripped at the fatty flesh of your ass in his palms, using it to guide you back and forth moderately paced.

You bit your lip to conceal more moans, watching as Changbin carefully took off the full condom and held it upright to keep from spilling. His hard cock was covered with his own cum, dripping down his balls. He caught you watching too intensely, “I think she’s got a thing for cum, hyung.” Changbin put you on blast for Chris, the neighbors, or anyone out on the street to hear that you wished he’d cum in your mouth. “Want a taste?”

Eyes big and round, you nodded hesitantly.

Chris continued to work himself up slowly, enjoying the show in front of him. He smirked to himself as Changbin conscientiously leaned back on his hunches and tipped the condom over, letting a bit of his cum spill onto his already soiled dick. Your mouth salivated as you leaned forward to catch the bit that dripped down the underside, tip of your tongue licking it up. Changbin watched you in awe, jaw dropped. In awe, Changbin kept his eyes on you as he spoke to the older, “treat her nicely, hyung. Look at what a good girl she is. She just wants to please us, don’t you, baby?”

Tongue sticking out as you kitten licked him, you nodded and hummed in affirmation.

“Is that right? What do you think, pretty? Do you deserve it?”

You wanted to speak, you truly did, but the infatuation with Changbin’s fat cock and his warm cum was rendering you speechless, only humming again. Chris’ hand came up just to send a harsh slap against your ass, jolting you forward. “Yes! I deserve it!”

“There ya go,” Chris sped up, his hold on your skin growing harsher as his nails dug into it to keep from slipping, but you didn’t mind. In fact, you liked the bit of pain, stomach already growing warm as the knot began to tighten.

Salty taste of Changbin on your tongue, a few loud slaps against your ass cheeks every few thrusts, and Chris mercilessly using your cunt like a toy, you were teetering on the brink in no time once again, already overstimulated from everything that came before. You were still in awe of how quickly Chris switched up on you, one second stopping at nothing to make you cum and the next, not letting you so much as think about the euphoria. Changbin’s constant attention was grounding and so wonderful, you felt tag teamed, like they meant to break you. Lucky for them, they did. Not a thought in your head other than to cum, you were begging for it with Changbin’s cock stuffing your mouth, barely even sucking because nothing could’ve taken your focus away from the knot getting closer to snapping.

Chris could feel you convulsing to no end and in time with his thrusts, feeling as though he wasn’t even pulling out. His head fell back as he pounded into you, Changbin getting off on your warm mouth and his friend and you lost in the pleasure.

He couldn’t believe it as he found himself murmuring, “ah, shit– fuck– gonna cum. Go ahead, pretty. Lemme feel you.”

Under his command, you cried out loudly and let yourself succumb to the white bliss. You don’t know how long you came, just that it went on for so long that you might’ve passed out if the two men weren’t holding you up.

When Chris pulled out, they worked together to lay you on your back, mouth covered in cum and body drenched in sweat. To say you were tired would’ve been an understatement. Exhausted but so, so satisfied. You laughed softly to yourself and smiled at the ceiling.

“Tired, baby?” Changbin kneeled beside the bed, pushing your matted hair from your face and grinning at you sweetly.

 Behind him, Chris tied off the condom and tossed it in the trash, stretching his arms across his chest and smirking deviously. “Better not be. Wouldn’t be fair if we only got to cum once, would it?”

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hi! i love your blog! i’d love to request a drabble, maybe steve and reader’s first christmas as mom and dad :)

Hi love! Thank you for enjoying my blog and sending in the request, that means a lot <3 I hope you will enjoy the drabble too! :)

Sophia's first Christmas

It was already Christmas Eve when Steve finally finished decorating the house with some finishing touches. To be fair, the house had been decorated enough days prior, but he wanted to go all out this year. Especially this year. But work had been crazy busy, with all the preparations for the winter dance, the Christmas market and the charity basketball game he participated in himself at school. In the meantime, you had been taking care of your little one while also simultaneously working at the bookstore. It was a busy time as people always loved to ask for books for Christmas, either because they loved reading, or they had planned some New Year’s resolution to read more next year. Thankfully the owner of the bookstore, aka your boss, didn’t mind it when you brought Sophia along. In fact, Nigel loved to keep an eye on her while you busied yourself with the customers. Nigel could have retired years ago if he had wanted to, but he loved the bookstore too much to do so. However, these busy days did take a toll on him so he favored you at the front of the shop during the rush hours. Safe to say, both you and Steve were pretty knackered when you went home that evening.

Steve stood on his tiptoes to attach the mistletoe above the archway as he had done every year prior. It was in fact how he had managed your first kiss. A true romantic at heart, that one. You both had been alone for Christmas and decided to spend it together, but at the time you had just been friends. Steve hadn’t really dated a girl in years and had been much more careful this time around, but the mistletoe had done the trick to give him just that extra ounce of courage. You had been together ever since. Meaning that Christmas also kind of had become your anniversary, be it the ‘unofficial’ one, because he did go out of his way to ask you to be his girlfriend officially about a month later during a very romantic date.

“Perfect,” he mumbled to himself before he turned around to flash you a grin. “I will require a smooch here later, it’s tradition,” he said, as he did every year. You gave him a smile as you finished giving Sophia a clean diaper and lifted her up against your chest.

“When she’s asleep, we’ll have plenty of time for that,” you told him.

“Until the next bottle at least,” Steve joked.

It was true, you hadn’t had much sleep since Sophia had been born. She would turn one in February and waking up to crying every night, multiple times a night, hadn’t been too fun. But you two made it work, took turns as one would like to expect, and you made sure to look out for each other as well.

Steve walked up to the both of you and gave Sophia a soft kiss on the top of her head before his lips met yours in a sweet kiss, his hand planted on your waist.

“I love you,” he whispered against your lips as he pulled away. Then, with his eyes on Sophia: “and you, my sweet little girl.” He glanced up at the clock and hummed to himself, still caressing your waist and gently digging his fingers in.

“Dinner?” he opted.

“Sounds good.”

And that’s where the fuss began. Sophia became a crying mess as soon as you started on your dinner, refused to be put down but also didn’t want to drink from her bottle. What was supposed to be a romantic evening (as far as that went with a newborn), became a hurried dinner and a lot of failed attempts at trying to calm Sophia down.

Steve tried everything. Usually, he wasn’t too bad at calming her down, but tonight was different. You cleaned up the table while he tried to distract her with toys, stories, even some singing. When Steve tried to give her the bottle again she went on a rampage, scrunching her little face together in protest as she became redder and redder from crying. Steve looked at you helplessly, suddenly getting up in his head about it all. You see, Steve wanted tonight to be perfect. Not just for the two of you, but he wanted Sophia’s first Christmas (and all the ones to come) to be perfect. He never had any of that, never even had one fun Christmas until he met you (mostly because he never admitted that he was home by himself to Robin and the others - he didn’t want to impose on their families), so it was all the more important to him that Sophia did.

“I don’t know what to do,” Steve said softly. “Maybe you should take her, I guess I’m just not—”

“Don’t finish that sentence,” you warned, “it’s got nothing to do with you, Steve. She’s just not having it today, we all have bad days, right?” You sat down next to him and planted a kiss on his shoulder on top of his Christmas sweater. Both of you enjoyed a good, classic Christmas sweater and Steve often insisted on the matter.

“Yeah… I guess you’re right,” Steve said reluctantly. “I just don’t want her to feel sad,” he mumbled, looking down at Sophia, his precious little girl. He wanted to protect her from all the harm in the world, at all cost. When he ran a hand through his hair to move it out of his face, he realized his forehead was a little damp.

“I’m actually sweating,” Steve mumbled with a dry chuckle, “can you-? I wanna take it off for a bit,” he said, pointing at his sweater. You nodded and held Sophia as Steve revealed a simple white T-shirt underneath. After giving Sophia back to him you brushed the hairs that stuck to the back of his neck away with your fingers and he sighed. Both of you watched as the only sound that filled the room were the soft crackles of the fireplace. The only sound?

Steve watched in awe as Sophia looked up at him with big eyes, soft and relaxed into his arms. Confusion furrowed his brows and he cautiously held the bottle in front of her, which she happily started drinking from.

“What even…” Steve mumbled. You shrugged, relieved that Sophia was finally content with the situation and rested your head on his shoulder, making you remember the itch of fabric you felt earlier when you kissed it.

“Huh.”

“Hm? What is it?” Steve asked, tilting his head to meet your eyes.

“Maybe she doesn’t like the itch of wool, from your sweater.”

“Oh… you think so?” He momentarily glanced at your sweater but decided he didn’t want to find out right now if she’d throw another tantrum if you held her. That felt a little too mean.

“That, or she has already developed a strong opinion about fashion, just like her dad,” you joked affectionately and Steve gave you a gentle nudge with his shoulder.

“Then she should learn that Christmas sweaters are super nice.”

“Not sure she’ll take that from a man who wears those loafers.” He followed your gaze towards the loafers near the fireplace (an early Christmas present to himself) and scoffed.

“You said you liked them,” Steve mumbled.

“I said I’m happy you like them,” you corrected him innocently. “Nothing like a good, manly ankle on display though.”

Steve barked out a laugh and shook his head.

“Actually… was planning to wear them with white socks.”

“You’d be dead before that ever happened.”

Steve had to admit that was true.

Sophia had finished her bottle and burped politely when Steve gently rubbed her back. He took her to bed upstairs while you grabbed two glasses of wine for the two of you. As Steve came down, he halted at the archway with the mistletoe and leaned against it. When you didn’t react right away, he cleared his throat.

“Yes?” you feigned being oblivious.

“I’m waiting for my kiss.”

“Oh, why didn’t you just say so,” you said as you got up and walked right into his waiting arms. Steve smiled down at you as he held your waist tightly, his bangs tickling your forehead a little bit. His gaze could still fluster you even after all these years. His hazel eyes reflected the decoration lights from somewhere in your home, though you couldn’t decipher which ones exactly. It didn’t matter anyway. Who would be able to focus on that when his twinkling gaze only had eyes for you? His nose nuzzled your cheek while his lips trail a path down to your lips before meeting them in a loving kiss. Steve liked to kiss slowly. Took his time to explore your mouth every single time, as if it was his first and last time doing so. He’d leave sweet little noises from pure enjoyment of kissing you while his hands wandered over your body in a caring manner.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” he whispered close to your ear as he allowed his lips to explore your neck, finding your sweet spot.

“Merry Christmas, my love.”

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Part 2 (Cop NanamiXwife reader

If you haven’t read part one here it is💕:

‼️MENTIONS OF GUN VIOLENCE, MURDER, MAYBE SOME FOUL LANGUAGE‼️

Tears streamed down your husband’s face as you held him close. His head was buried deep into the crook of your neck. Quiet sobs and tears toppled over your skin. You stared ahead with a blank expression. You felt like crying yet nothing came out.

It has been a month since the incident. A month since you’ve lost your baby girl. A month since your family crumbled.

“Come on, y/n. Y-you gotta eat something. I know today is going to be difficult but remember we’re in this together. I love you.” Nanami whispered on the top of your head, ending it with a little smooch. He had placed a bowl of chicken noodle soup in front of you. Your brain instantly went to your daughter as you stared at the bowl. She always loved to crush crackers with her bare hands and sprinkle them into the soup. Every time she did that, she yelled that it was snowing.

Your eyes looked over to where she would normally sit. She loved sitting at the end of the table. It made her felt like she was royalty or something. She was always daddy’s little princess.

Nanami sat down in the chair across from you. He looked exhausted. His face also wore a blank expression. You could tell just by his eyes that he was ready to fall asleep. Ever since the incident he’s been working more and more. Working harder to find the scumbags that took your joy away. So far he’s had no luck. Mostly everyone that was there answered any questions they could. ‘Did you see anybody before the shootings that looked suspicious?’ Or ‘Did you happen to know or recognize any of the shooters?’

Nanami even got his partner to ask you to identify some recent criminals they caught in other shootings. He knew the toll that that took on you but he felt like it had to be done being as you were the only one that he knew of that saw them. Still, it didn’t make him feel any better when you teared up, shaking your head, none of the guys in the line up room matched what you remembered. It made Nanami sick to his stomach every time he would have to ask you questions about it. It would either end in an argument or both of you embracing each other covered in tears.

What Nanami hated the most though was almost every night you would wake up screaming. Nightmares and paralysis would haunt you. Images of your daughter’s dead body surged through your head every night. You would sometimes feel the tingles and chills as you remembered the feeling of blood on your skin or on your clothes. Nanami has long threw out the clothes all four of you wore that day. You wanted to keep your daughter’s shirt at least but the stained blood said otherwise.

Nanami cleared his throat and gripped your hand that was resting on the table.

“We have to be there in about two hours. Before the guests arrive too. Your mom called me and said her and your dad were going to stay for a couple days after.” Your eyes started to water and the hand that your husband didn’t have made its way to your mouth, trying to stop the whimpers. Before you could say anything, your baby boy started crying. He was lying in the portable crib you had in the living room. You had given him a bottle when Nanami woke you up. If you were being honest, Nanami and your son were the only things keeping you going right now.

You had the door to the bathroom open as you stepped into the shower. The lukewarm water began to drench your body. Your hair slowly fell into place when you looked down at your feet.

“You doing okay, my love?” Nanami’s voice startled you slightly.

“Y-Yeah I’m fine.” Before you could say or do anything else, you felt your husband’s cool hands on your waist. His lips pecked the top of your wet hair. When you turn around Nanami hovered over you. One of his hands stroked your hair out of your face. The water now covered both of you.

“I don’t understand how you take such cold showers.” He chuckled lightly. You gave a nervous smile. The thought of him thinking warm was cold amused you. Nanami reached behind you to turn the water temperature up. Nanami then reached for the shampoo, the scorching water temperature startled you. He squirted some on top of your head, the cool substance contrasted the hot water. His large hands began to message your head. The soap started to bubble as he lathered it all over your head. A light groan escaped your lips as your eyes closed. Nanami’s fingers scrubbed your scalp a little harder.

“I love you so so much y/n. I know with everything it’s been really hard but I am worried about you. You’re barely eating, you’re not getting enough sleep. You know, you could just stay home and I can handle the-”

“No. I-I want to go. I have to. I just. I just miss her so much.” Your eyes teared up. Your husband stroked his fingers through your soapy hair. Your arms instantly wrapped around him. It soothed you, the way he started to stroke the soap out of your hair. Right now was probably the first time in a while that you felt normal. You could hear Nanami’s heart beat against his bare chest. As much as you didn’t want this feeling to end, the both of you knew you had to get ready to leave.

Nanami got your son ready. He wore a little black tux that Nanami had bought for him before he was born so they could match. Your husband always joked about how thankful he is that your baby still fits it. Speaking of matching, Nanami wore a similar black suit but with a black dress shirt underneath. He finished it off with black dress pants and a pair of shiny black dress shoes.

You on the other hand had managed to fix your wet hair into a tight fishtail braid. You had on a multicoloured beaded necklace that your daughter had made for you when she was in kindergarten a few years back. It contrasted the black, skin tight A-line dress that you wore.

“Are you ready to go?” You asked Nanami, who had your son’s diaper bag strapped over his shoulder. He nodded and grabbed the keys to your shared vehicle.

Given the circumstances, it did brighten your mood a little bit that it was such a nice day outside. You and Nanami both would prefer it being sunny and warm as opposed to a cold and rainy day. Your son’s babbling and giggling also made you smile. You looked at the backseat to see the strap on mirror on the backseats headrest. In the mirror, your son was smiling and gripping his clothed feet. A chuckle escaped you as you pondered at how he always managed to get his little shoes off. Suddenly you felt a hand grip your thigh.

“It’s nice to see you smiling again, my love.” Nanami smiled, slipping glances between you and the rear view mirror all the while driving. He gave you a light squeeze as you noticed you were getting closer to the church. Your heart skipped a couple beats. The colour drained from your face as you saw all the different cars starting to arrive at the same time as you.

When you parked in the church’s lot, a group of people dressed in albs and robes, who you guessed worked there came and guided you into the church. The priest and a couple of funeral directors met with you in the back office. Nanami was the one mainly answering questions. You felt as if you were going to start bawling every time you opened your mouth. And if you thought that was tough, when you made it to the main part of the church you saw your mother and father greeting and talking to other relatives. When your mother saw you, you ran up to her and started crying. She embraced you with the tightest hug and you never wanted her to let go. You and Nanami have seen your parents multiple times since then but it didn’t feel real until now.

Nanami hugged your father and they said a few words. You watched still in your mother’s grasp. Your father’s eyes were red and puffy as he spoke. Your husband kept his composure, listening to every word he was saying. Come to think of it, this was a rare occasion, seeing the two most important men in your life on the verge of crumbling. You hated it.

“We’re going to get started soon, if that’s alright? It seems as though everyone is here” the main priest mentioned quietly. He had a look of empathy towards the four of you. You cleared your throat as you looked around. The church wasn’t packed but it wasn’t exactly empty either. A white haired man who you recognized to be Satoru Gojo, your husbands partner, conversed with other coworkers and guests. You remember he was the one who had asked you questions at the station about your daughter. He has known your husband before you two even got married, before you met even. Looking around more, you noticed even more friends and family seated across the church. Most were talking and hugging. Some were quietly conversing. Every second or so a few of that sum would be watching you and/or talking about you. They would have looks of sympathy plastered over their faces. Again, you hated it.

“Hey y/n, how’ve you been?” Gojo appeared out of nowhere. He wore his signature black round shades but it was the fully black suit he was wearing that threw you off. It was the complete opposite of his usual white dress button ups that he wears for work. He wrapped his arms around you. Nanami had warned you so many times of his no sense of personal space but today you found it a little less annoying. More comforting. You squeezed him tighter. Before you could say anything Nanami came and rubbed your back.

“I think everything is ready to go. Satoru, are you going to come sit with us? I think it would be best, especially if you plan on helping.” You moved to Nanami’s side. Gojo agreed only if it was okay with you which you had no problem with.

Nanami escorted you to the front of the church, where your parents were sitting. He gave you a quick kiss and then nodded for your father to join him and Gojo. Your father, Nanami, and Gojo and some other coworkers of your husband all walked towards the doors of the church. Some of them wore their police uniforms while the rest wore all black suits. It made you begin to cry as you saw them lift the small casket. You turned back towards the front of the church. Your mother who sat beside you wrapped her arm around you. Her head landed on your shoulder as the music started.

The tears really didn’t fall until the casket finally made its way to the front. All you could hear was sniffling when the music finally stopped and the casket got placed gently onto its stand.

After the indoor ceremony, you and all of your guests were asked to make your way outside to the cemetery for the burial. Nanami came and gave you a light squeeze and kiss on the cheek and gave your baby boy a little peck before heading back to help carry the casket.

As soon as you, your son and your mother got outside other guests that you haven’t greeted yet surrounded you. They were talking and mumbling at you all at once. Not one thing stuck out to you as you continued walking towards the cemetery. The only thing you noticed was that it was really sunny. The sun played peek a boo, hiding behind the bright fluffy white clouds. Your daughter loved it when it was sunny out. You smiled to yourself as you remembered every single time she would beg to be outside. She wouldn’t stop until she got her way of course. She never stopped. She always reminded you of Nanami in that way. They were both stubborn as hell when they really wanted to be.

Once your mother yelled politely told the people to back off, she yanked your son’s carrier out of your hands. You were too caught up in your thoughts to notice that she began to yank you as well. It took a couple minutes but once everyone made it outside the burial started. You noticed some people had left. You couldn’t care less who was here and who wasn’t at the moment. All that mattered was you and your family.

You saw that her grave was already dug and there was already the metal framework, waiting to be used. Soon enough her casket came. You got to take in the fine details of the woodwork that decorated the top. Once it was placed, your husband walked up to you and wrapped his arms around you. Your eyes closed and your arms went to wrap around his broad back.

Tears streamed down your husband’s face as you held him close. His head was buried deep into the crook of your neck. One of your hands rubbed the back of his neck. Quiet sobs and tears toppled over your skin. You stared ahead with a blank expression. You felt like crying yet nothing came out. He’s been holding it together this entire time. Other than the day it happened this was the only other time you’ve seen him cry about her. Now he was finally letting it all out.

You felt your lips quiver with every sob Nanami was letting out. One of your hands began to rub his back as you tried to squeeze him closer if it were possible. It drained you to hear the sobs and hiccups of your husband but you were more than relieved to see him finally letting it out.

“I’m here. You’re okay, my love. Just breathe.” You whispered into his ear. His arms tightened and he planted kisses on your neck and shoulder, reassuring his love and appreciation for you.

After the funeral, your parents took your baby boy back to your house so the two of you could stay with your daughter for a bit. Everyone had left, including the priest and ushers. Nanami laid his jacket on the ground so you could sit down. You laid your head on your husband’s shoulder as he sat with his legs crossed out and his long arms held up his body.

“It’s going to be so hard to get used to not seeing her around. It’s been so weird not being able to read her bedtime stories or play games with her. I know I have you and our son and I couldn’t be more grateful to have you both still. But I just can’t shake this guilty feeling.” Nanami finished as he took your hand in his. You scrunched your face, confused.

“Guilt? What are you talking about?” You asked worried. You squeezed his hand and looked him in the eyes. They were red and puffy but he still looked beautiful. Tears streamed down his face and when you focused more closely you could see that his lip would quiver every so often. It almost looked like he was reluctant to answer.

“I just. If I was quicker- if I had heard you yelling-”

“Hey, hey. Kento… Listen to me. You had no control over where those people were going to shoot. You can’t blame yourself for something you had no control over. As easy as it sounds I know it’s hard to accept it but we’re going to get better, okay? We’re going to be fine.” Your heart sank as those words flew out. That was probably the first time you have said that word and meant it. Even though you felt like crying, tears never came out. Nanami placed one of his hands over his eyes in attempt to shove his tears back into his eyes. You squeezed him into a hug.

Despite your husband’s feelings of guilt and sadness, for whatever reason after you said that your could feel a weight being lifted off your shoulders. Like you needed to hear yourself say those five words out loud.

We’re going to be fine.

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Omg I finally finished it. I am so sorry for the long wait. I have been working non stop even just rn as I write this I’m getting back from a 15hr shift. Gotta bring home the dough.

Anyways I hope you all enjoyed it, it is a little on the long side, but I think it’s good. 💕💕💕

[kyeskorner]

AAA TY THAT WAS SO GOOD!

I know Splatoween is long past by now, but GOD THE COSTUMES ARE ARE JUST ASKDLWDMDLDD-

Maybe Deep Cut (poly if you can!) x a reader who is just freaking out over their Splatoween outfits? Maybe Halloween enthusiast if you wanna go more general?? Idk I just need spooky times with the bandits!!

- Anon that asked for the Big Man hcs

P.S: Can I be Zombie Anon?

HELLO!!!! SORRY FOR THE WAIT ZOMBIE ANON! Also yes you can be Zombie Anon!!! I have the perfect idea for this, though I haven't written PolyCut before, but either way, I hope you enjoy!! ALSO I'M DOING THIS AS A FIC! It's long, so it'll be the "Keep Reading" tab!

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SPLATOWEEN POLYCUT X READER

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You sat in the bedroom, already in your Splatoween costume. It was nothing too extreme, but it was good enough with you. Suddenly, you heard some clicking, and in came your first girlfriend, Shiver, who was dressed up as a geisha.

"My, what an excellent costume you have there, darling!" Shiver commented, walking over to you. Your jaw dropped (not literally) upon seeing their outfit. She was so decked out!

"W-wow, Shiver! Your costume looks amazing!" You pointed out. Shiver closed her eyes and laughed, before sitting down next to you on the bed.

"Thank you, dear. I spent a lot of time preparing it." She said, interlocking her hand with yours. "Tonight is gonna be so much fun, wouldn't you say?" She smiled, now trailing her other hand through your tentacle hair.

"Y-yeah! Tonight's gonna be so much fun... just me... you...-"

"AND DON'T FORGET ME!"

Suddenly, your second girlfriend, Frye, came running into the room, sporting a more black outfit, and decked out in tons of jewelry. On top of her head was a murex shell. She then immediately tackled you, placing a big ol' smooch on your lips.

"My, Frye. Certainly decked out, are we?" Shiver looked at Frye, raising an eyebrow. Frye pulled away from the kiss, a huge smile showing quite clearly on her face.

"Yyyyep! I wanted to go alllll out today! Whaddya think? Pretty awesome, right?!" She smirked, looking over to you. "And look at you! You look soooo awesome! I could just eat you up!" Frye grabs your cheeks and squishes them together, making silly little sounds.

"Haha, okay, Frye..." You giggled. Frye was definitely the silliest of the group. She always knew how to raise your spirits. Shiver shortly follows in on the laughter... but then, you heard a *BUMP*.

"Ay... ay! (Ow... We really need to lower the door!)" Your boyfriend, Big Man said. He was wearing a sheet, sewn to look like a ray. It reminded you of the Boogeyman in a way, but just seeing him made you smile.

"Big Man!!! Look at you! You look so silly!" Frye hopped off your lap and walked over to Big Man, playfully punching him. He lets out an "Ay!" in response. You looked at all three of your partners.

"Hm? Something on your mind, Y/N?" Shiver taps your shoulder, noticing the trance you're in. Suddenly, you get off the bed, pulling Shiver along. You share an embrace with all three of your partners.

"You all look so COOL!" You exclaim, hugging them as tightly as possible. Big Man, being quite literally the Big Man, wraps his fins around you right. Shiver hugged you back too, letting out a happy sigh. Frye was the last to return the hug, but when she did, she hugged y'all TIGHT. You all pull away for a breath, before laughing.

"Tonight really is gonna be a blast..." You mutter, looking back at your three partners.

"You're dang right it is! Now come on, let's go get as much candy as possible! Whoever gathers the most wins!" Frye exclaimed, bolting out the door.

"A-ay... ay. (O-oh... someone should make sure she doesn't get hurt.)" Big Man said, slowly following her out the door, NOT bumping his head this time.

You and Shiver were the only ones left in the bedroom. You two turned to look at one another, and you felt a blush on your face...

"Well? What are we waiting for?" Shiver cupped your cheek, giving you a kiss on the forehead, leaving a lipstick mark.

"Let's go get that candy."

You quickly nodded, and Shiver grabbed your hand, bolting out the door as well... it was time to get the most candy in all of the Splatlands!

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TA DAH!!! FINALLY GOT IT DONE! SORRY FOR THE WAIT, ZOMBIE ANON! I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS!!!

[aclowntiny]

Carnival Dates With Seventeen!

Gender neutral reader! Bro at the slightest provocation I will write one shots for this because going to the carnival??? Way too cute 🥲

S.Coups

♡ ‘So, what do you want to do first?’ A simple question, yet the care with which he asks it & the fondness of his expression as he does have your heart beating a bit faster.

♡ He’s willing to follow your lead all day, but you guys get a good alternation of activities going, following the bustle of your atmosphere well.

♡ Seungcheol tries the test your strength game where you hit the target with the hammer, trying to ring the bell, & of course he does 😌 & looks over at you immediately with a big eager smile like ‘was that cool?’ PLEASE HYPE HIM UP

♡ Your date gets a little interrupted as you guys find a lost little girl wandering tearfully between the cotton candy & churro stands, Seungcheol kneeling down to ask her if she can remember what her mom was wearing. ‘P-purple,’ the little girl, who couldn’t have been more than three or four, sobs. ‘Well that’s easy! I’ll find her soon, I promise.’ You guys tag team, you buying her a small plushie to return her smile & Seungcheol finding a woman in a purple dress who happily runs to her daughter, thanking you profusely. Afterward, your boyfriend begins to apologize for the interruption, but quickly stops when he sees your shining eyes. ‘Don’t be.’ ‘We make a pretty good team, don’t we?’

♡ The whole encounter leaves him feeling extra soft & affectionate, wanting to spend some time just strolling under the lights holding your arm & pulling you closer until his head is practically resting over yours. You feel him place a kiss to the crown of your head, smiling & turning upward for a second one ☺️

Jeonghan

♡ All the games the carnival has to offer turn immediately into a betting ground for Jeonghan, who leans up close to you, batting his eyelashes & saying if you beat him he’ll give you a kiss 👀

♡ You lose, naturally, but he gives you a kiss anyway for your good efforts. Pinches your cheeks as he gives you the prizes he’s won 😊

♡ 'We have to go on the bumper cars, (y/n)!' You take him up on the challenge, leaving a bunch of other patrons confused as they casually putter through the rink why there's two people driving as fast as humanly possible, very aggressively turning & bumping only into each other. Eh, they're laughing though, everyone thinks, so they just let you have your fun.

♡ Oh, boy, do NOT say anything at the accessory & knickknack stalls is cute unless you want Jeonghan to try buying it for you. You have a generous boyfriend ok???

♡ All the running around makes him tired though...if only there was a ride that you could sit on for a long time & relax.... Jeonghan keeps trying to get you to slow down, selling the idea more & more until you realize... he's trying to get you to suggest going on the Tunnel of Love ride because he wants to hear you say it. Finally you relent, rolling your eyes as he immediately teases you about how you must really be in love with him then. You may agree or tease him back, but either way it's too late, you've got a giddy Jeonghan on your hands. Plus he's right, like who doesn't want to sit & smooch in some air conditioning after a long crowded day??? 👀

Joshua

♡ Before the two of y’all go anyyyyywheeeerrrrree, Joshua is making sure you have sunscreen on. Nothing is happening to you on his watch, not even a little sunburn!

♡ Anything you might need gets thrown in his bag in fact; it’s so adorable you can’t even bring yourself to tease him for bringing a bag just to a carnival day.

♡ Once you’re situated, though, that’s when Josh can let his crazy side out a little 😌 he’s taking you on a roller coaster just so you guys can yell funny stuff at the top of the hill & practically giving you a heart attack sneaking up behind you in the hall of mirrors. But he makes up for it by falling into you & turning the scare into a back hug!

♡ Joshua is the type to want to experience it all with you, not a single stone unturned. You guys will manage to cram in every ride, but it won’t feel overwhelming because he’s efficient about it 😌

♡ You guys end the night in the Tunnel of Love where he takes your hand & asks if he can kiss you 🥰

Jun

♡ He gets so excited, taking your hand & interlocking your fingers before running through all the stands & rides 🥺

♡ ‘Let’s get ice cream!’ ‘Maybe we should get the tilt-a-whirl out of the way first?’ ‘Good point. Let’s go on the tilt-a-whirl.’ *Jun proceeds to slightly regret going on the tilt-a-whirl*

♡ You jokingly put an ear headband from one of the accessory stalls on his head, but he wears it proudly, doing a matching pose that you think is so cute you end up taking a ton of selfies together. Jun ends up buying them & wearing them with you for the rest of the day! Every time he looks over at you on a ride with a big wide sunshiney grin on your face, he can't help but boop your nose!

♡ Ok, rides over, ice cream time! The person making the sundaes can't help but laugh as Jun excitedly adds more & more to your shared treat with wide, childlike eyes.

♡ Any excuse to be corny, Jun takes it. 'You've got some chocolate syrup there.' 'Where?' *smooch* right there 😏

Hoshi

♡ Fair warning: he is going to want to drag you onto every huge roller coaster, so hope you like those rides or are willing to wait for him on them 🎢

♡ He also becomes DEAD SET on winning you a plushie, but not just any plushie, a tiger one of course 😌 before he gives it to you, he holds it up to face him & gives it a stern talking to about how it should protect you…but also not steal all your cuddles because those are his 😤🥺

♡ There’s a live band going by the food area, so once you’re done with your meal he takes your hand, leading you onto a patch of open grass to dance. He spins you so fast, you joke that you don’t need to go on the teacups anymore!

♡ Y’all two goofballs joke about doing the Lady & the Tramp scene with a churro, but then of course you actually try it. You can’t even get halfway through because you’re laughing too hard, just splitting the churro like normal people.

♡ Besides, he wanted to save the kiss for the top of the roller coaster anyway >:( that way it’s nice & dramatic at that highest-hill pause, you guys feeling up with the clouds & a bunch of tension you need to release. It’s so worth your priceless expression of shock & the way your smile widens into a shout of laughter, your hand reaching to squeeze Soonyoung’s as you make the next tight turn.

Wonwoo

♡ Wonwoo manages to put a unique twist on such a timeless classic of an experience, spreading out a blanket in between some of the grody plastic tables in the eating area so you guys can sit on the grass instead, all your little dishes of street food suddenly becoming a picnic.

♡ There’s a stall where you can paint a little keepsake sign, so you guys stop there to have something you made together as a memento for the day ☺️

♡ You did a combo of both of your favorite colors, unaware but pleasantly surprised how complimentary they are. ‘One last thing, don’t forget,’ Wonwoo tells you. ‘What’s that?’ ‘The date, so we’ll never forget when this was.’ Simple words, but they tug in your heart nonetheless.

♡ I hope you weren’t expecting Wonwoo to let you win any carnival games…he does not 😔 he can’t help himself being good at games & watching you pout when you lose is just too cute. Somehow, you can’t stay mad at his mischievous little smile. Maybe you aren’t the only adorable one in the relationship!

♡ The only time you get to win a game is when you distract him with a kiss & Wonwoo.exe stops working 😌😌😌

Woozi

♡ There's just something magical about Jihoon that makes even the noise, lights, & bustle of a busy carnival draped in every color of the rainbow feel intimate.

♡ Maybe it's the way he tries to ignore the crowds, looking almost pointedly at you & only you. Maybe it's the way he prepares your funnel cake for you exactly how you like it, pouring your drink for you as if it were wine at a fancy restaurant.

♡ He even lets you bring him onto the merry-go-round, just shaking his head with exasperation at the things he gets into because of you. Besides, he gets to take some cute pictures of you smiling back at him & reaching for his hand 🥰

♡ Y’all have tons of fun on the teacups, your boyfriend receiving relentless teasing about how strong he is when he turns the wheel so fast. He gets so flustered your spinning slows down & you have to pick up some slack 🥺

♡ At the end of the night, you guys take a series of selfies under a light up sign shaped like a heart, one where Jihoon has his arm around you, one where your hands are making a heart, & one where you pull him in for a surprise kiss, pleased smile just starting to form on his face 😉

DK

♡ He will go on ANY ride you really want to, but warning: may squeeze your hand super duper tight & scream a lot.

♡ 'Should we get our faces painted?' 'Do you want to risk what would happen with a stage if you can't rinse it off?' 'Alright, that's actually a great point. You're so smart 🥺'

♡ Suddenly Seokmin gasps, all but startling you as he yanks you forward towards some stall or another. '(y/n), look!' WIN A GOLDFISH, the big sign reads. 'You want one?' You giggle. 'Yes, look at the little black one, he's so cute!' What can you say, your boyfriend's joy is infectious.

♡ He makes the most hilarious overly serious expression before a simple ring toss that that alone has you in stitches, but he's actually a great shot; his second throw is perfect, winning him the fish of his dreams. 'What should we name him?' 'Lee Seokmin The Second.' 'Do we look alike?' *holds up bag to his head & does fish lips*

♡ Logistics of a goldfish joining your date were not considered, thus Seokmin Junior requires a bit of juggling, getting set down on tables numerous times when your boyfriend decides it's time for an impromptu carnival music dance or to gently place a headband he found on you to see how cute it looks. He actually apologizes out loud to the fish before setting him down to cup your face & kiss you, leaving you smiling into it.

Mingyu

♡ Insists on trying the test your strength game part 2. Slams the hammer so quickly you have to jump back, chuckling at your giant puppy of a boyfriend's eagerness.

♡ The bell rings, of course, earning Mingyu his pick of a whole slew of plushies. He chooses the one that's your favorite color with a grin.

♡ After that the pair of you try an assortment of the finger foods from a few different stalls, Mingyu feeding you from his own dish. As he watches your eyes turn upward in pleasure at the amazing taste, he vows to find the recipe for all your favorite things & make them for you at home!

♡ Please don't try to make him go on all the scary rides :(((( just no loop-de-loops or drop towers ok? In fact, just enjoy the comedy of all his reactions to simply watching other people get sent down the drop tower.

♡ But it's ok, he decides to try out the swing ride, which is a little nerve-wracking with the heights, but not too bad when he gets to reach across & hold your hand. Benefits of being tall 😌 the moment you get off the ride he pretends like he thought he wasn't going to see you again so he can put on a whole dramatic act & kiss you like a movie hero hehe

The8

♡ You guys beeline for the caricature stand because what better way to remember the day by? 😌 the artist is really nice & respectful too, not one of the ones that makes an insulting ‘joke’ picture, just a cute cartoon of you & Minghao!

♡ Passing by some of the games, you see one of those semi-creepy mannequin fortune teller guys seated in his little glass prison. ‘He’s kind of scary, isn’t he?’ Minghao comments. ‘Yeah,’ you agree, shudder melting into a grin, ‘let’s try it!’ ‘I don’t believe it’s accurate or anything.’ ‘Neither do I, but just for fun!’

♡ 'True love eternal will find its way to you soon.'

The paper spat out by the box reads. 'You know what?' The corners of your mouth turn upward as Minghao takes the paper from your hand, fingers brushing yours with every bit of electricity as the first time. 'I think I do believe it.'

♡ Next stop: the hall of mirrors! You go in fully expecting to just laugh at how silly & distorted you & Minghao look, but your boyfriend utilizes the blur to take some actually legitimately cool pictures, too, like the artist he is 🤩

♡ The picture he takes in a spot that casts endless repeated reflections is his favorite, the frame filled with the image of him & the person he loves most joined in a kiss reminding him of the way you occupy his mind.

Seungkwan

♡ He makes friends with a baby the lady in front of you in line is holding, playing with him the entire time you two are waiting for the spinning cups. He’s actually lowkey sad when they get separated 🥺

♡ You guys laugh your heads off on the teacup ride though, you insisting on spinning it as fast as humanly possible as he tries to keep up, totally contrasting the way he shouts warnings to stop.

♡ As you stroll through the show of lights & colors, Seungkwan glances down shyly; you notice, the smile you give him encouraging enough for him to muster his courage & take your hand, fingers intertwining perfectly with yours.

♡ He keeps putting off going in the ferris wheel until suddenly the stars are out & it’s all he wants to do. He was saving it for one special moment, something he’s always dreamed of doing.

♡ You lean closer into him, for though the night’s not so cold, as you reach the top the breeze chills slightly. Stealing a glance reveals a look of soft, joyous admiration on Seungkwan’s face, & you matching it is all it takes for him to close the gap between you two, his lips meeting yours as you reach the highest point, closest to the stars.

Vernon

♡ ‘How’d they manage to deep-fry those?’ ‘I don’t know, but I dare you to try one.’ ‘Only if you do!’ ‘You’re on.’

♡ You guys load up on way too much carnival food to do any roller coasters right away, so instead you decide to chill for a while in the petting zoo. Sure, you & Vernon are the only adults beside one dad, but you don't care. All that matters is petting an alpaca, which you get to do 😌

♡ Spending time there also grants you the opportunity to get the most adorable pictures of your boyfriend ranging from him surrounded & almost getting knocked over by a slew of baby goats that realized he had food or one of him holding a sweet fluffy little white lamb 🥺

♡ Y’all also go in the haunted house, AKA the perfect place to see Vernon’s hilarious reactions to the jumpscares. Beyond that, he’s actually pretty calm, so you guys sort of just end up admiring what they’ve done with the place DHCGXVSGXDHSRDVY

♡ Once you finally do go on a roller coaster, his hair gets all messed up from the wind & you tease him about it, but reach your hands up to fix it. He just looks at you with heart eyes until you’re done, your hands slowly dropping until he catches them. When you look up, that’s when he leans in to connect your lips.

Dino

♡ Wants to play allllll of the games! So of course you guys have some loving competition 😌 the bet is that whoever wins more games gets to direct the rest of the evening, so if there's anything that seems scary, well there's some incentive!

♡ Oh? What's that? Scary you say??? That's right, Chan challenges you to a walkthrough of the haunted house too. No bets, just to see who gets more scared. At least that's what he claims, but what he really wants is to 'protect' you & have an excuse to hold you.

♡ So even if you don't seem all that scared, he's draping an arm around your shoulders going 'You're so frightened, aren't you? Don't worry 😏' shhhh just let him have this.

♡ He didn't let you win any of the games anyway, nope, so he gets to control what you do! This advantage is used to force you to let him spoil you ��� for example, when your feet start hurting he insists on carrying you. 'Nope, no buts, I'm the winner remember 😌'

♡ As you guys leave, you still clinging onto Chan, hands around his neck, he stops, pulling you into a nice little corner where the lights still barely reach, illuminating the lines of your boyfriend's face as he turns you around in his hold. Fireworks go off- literally- as you kiss, the carnival launching off bursts of color into the sky right as your lips meet.

[orchestrated-haunting]

Random dnd headcannons I had for some characters of the epic cycle because I just had neurons activate. This is gonna be long so they’re mostly under the cut.

Odysseus would be the DM, making riddles and puzzles for the party that he thinks is pretty easy to solve, but the party still spends the entire session trying to solve it.

He likes to fuck around with everyone. Has a doppelgänger infiltrated the party? Yeah probably. Has someone been following the party? Most likely. The party has to be on their toes at all times.

Odysseus plans far in advance for his sessions and somehow (like every dnd party does) the party goes in the completely opposite direction, so Odysseus is improving the majority of the sessions, but thanks to his storytelling abilities literally no one can tell unless Odysseus expresses how much he’s flying by the seat of his pants.

Achilles would prefer to play martial classes like fighter or barbarian. It’s not that he doesn’t like the spell casting classes, he just prefers to be on the front line. Give him a lvl 20 fighter and that man will go HAM.

He falls head over heels for every NPC he meets. He wants to smooch every single one. The rest of the party just sigh at his antics.

He and doors hate each other (he spent like 5 turns trying to open a locked door before he eventually got pissed off and just broke it down).

Patroclus prefers tanky classes that can also support the others so cleric and paladin are the classes he tends to play.

That being said he still loves to do damage. His main build is almost always a battle cleric so he can still heal but leave the majority of it to someone who is exclusively a healer.

Hector, man, he’d likely multiclass between something that’s support but also a martial class. I could see him playing a Paladin build the most often.

I think he tried to play a full caster class once and decided there was just to many things to keep on top of for himself, but he still enjoyed how useful spells are so he doesn’t mind a half caster class.

And while the majority of the party are probably chaotic neutral, he plays almost exclusively lawful characters. His characters almost always have a strict set of morals and a code that they follow.

I could see Paris playing caster classes. Give him any charisma caster, warlock, bard, etc. and he is having the time of his life.

Like Achilles I think he would try and romance so many NPCs, and boy does he use that charisma stat to its full potential. If he’s a bard you better assume he’s also using bardic inspiration on himself.

Penthesilea and Achilles are always trying to one up each other. She almost exclusively plays barbarians and if Achilles is playing one as well they WILL keep a kill count to see who ends up having killed the most by the end of the campaign.

She’s the starter of the tavern brawls, to which Achilles and Patroclus gladly join in. She’s also the one who is always the test dummy if the party is afraid of traps or failing a puzzle.

“What if it’s trapped??”

“I open the door.”

“Take 2d6 fire damage.”

At first you’d think Circe would play spellcasting classes but she does enough of that as is she’d want to do something completely opposite like a rouge. She’d love that.

I can see her giggling after pick pocketing one of the other party members while she just waits for them to figure it out. She’s a menace in a different way than either Achilles of Paris.

She’s not trying to romance any NPCs if she wanted to romance someone she’d just choose a real person. But boy her characters have sticky fingers.

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the art of shameless adoration

synopsis: changbin visits the eldest dancers in the practice room and once left alone binchu react totally reasonably when things get hot and sweaty

date: march 2nd, 2019

era: pre-miroh

word count: 1.8k

featuring: kang juyeon, seo changbin, lee minho

warnings: n/a!

a/n: i swear something other than binchu will be coming soon <3

unintelligible gibberish of counts from the experienced dancers echoed into the quiet halls of the jyp building as changbin opened the practice room door just enough to peek inside. minho and juyeon were in the center, watching themselves closely in the mirror as they polished up the details of their most recent choreography, cheeks red and hot to show how long they’d been doing this.

“hello my friends whom i love,” changbin stepped into the room with a beaming grin “looking good! how long have you been here?”

the eldest wiped the sweat from his brow as he checked his watch, eyebrows jumping in shock. “since 5…”

“what time is it?” juyeon panted

“bed time” “ten”

the boys answered simultaneously, though changbin was the one to actually answer her question. minho looked at him wildly, seemingly perplexed at their synchronicity, and turned back to juyeon.

“i think that’s enough for tonight?” his pitch raised at the end, making this statement sound more like a suggestion. what he meant was he was done for the day, but he already knew she’d either agree to go home without a fight or be here for another hour and a half. so when she looked back at herself in the mirror as if to size herself up, he could guess what she was gonna say.

“one more time.” she giggled with an awareness of her own ridiculousness. “just one more time and i’ll be good.”

“i think i was okay one more ago, actually” minho chuckled through heavy breaths and slapped a hand on changbin’s shoulder “you make sure she gets home soon, kay? we don’t need another pockey-stick-incident this comeback. i need to go lay down now.”

changbin flashed a thumbs up at minho’s request amidst juyeon’s whines that ‘it was one time forever ago, you don’t always have to bring it up!’ minho mimicked a teasing smooch on his way to snatch his things from the couch and quickly hurried out the door before she could wrangle him into boiling some water for her nightly ramen. once the door closed behind him the two in the room met eyes in the mirror, a mischievous smile on juyeon’s lips.

“okay, ready?”

“i’m doing it with you?”

she laughed “yeah! minho clocked out, it’s time for you to appease me.”

changbin found a smirk on his face at her words and feigned an exasperated sigh as he unzipped his hoodie. “fiiine, but just once!”

“yes!” juyeon bounced giddily to her phone beside the speaker “just once, and then we’ll go home.”

changbin tossed his things aside carelessly as he waited for her to queue the music. he’d just showered before coming to see what they were up to and honestly really didn’t want to practice on top of working out today, but then again, she was right. it was his turn to appease her, and he would do so happily. plus, the mirror made it easier to shamelessly admire her without being told he had a staring problem (lovingly.)

changbin continued to indirectly adore juyeon through the mirror even when she finally started the music and they began to go over the miroh choreography ‘just once.’ and even after something he did reminded her of another choreo which lead her down a different tangent. even when she said ‘really, just one more. boxer is almost right!’ changbin only stopped re-committing her features to memory when he could barely stand anymore, the music fading out as he put his hands on his knees with panting breaths.

“up.” juyeon wheezed, her fingers interlocked behind her head. she’d learned a long time ago that bending over compressed the diaphragm when you were trying to catch your breath and strictly enforced the correct way to do it ever since. it hurt like hell, but it was better for your body, so changbin grit his teeth and stood tall on his way to slump into the couch.

juyeon kept her fingers joined on her neck until she sat beside him and picked up the water bottle next to her bag. they were close enough that their shoulders almost touched but far enough that they weren’t actually sweating on each other, which was a nice detail even for the touch-starved physical affectionists.

“one more time” he mocked with a smile, using the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his upper lip “just one more time and then we’ll go home”

the older girl’s eyes took over the role of her smile as she held back laughter while taking a swig from the sticker-covered bottle. then, as a symptom of her unending attention to detail when it came to him, juyeon offered her water to changbin who hadn’t brought one when he came in; probably because he wasn’t planning on getting all hot and sweaty when he came to see the dancers in their natural habitat. his mistake, honestly.

changbin’s hand automatically went to reach for the waterbottle before he stopped to ask, “how much is left?”

“finish it. i’m good until we get home.”

and finish it he did. changbin took big gulps from her water and as juyeon watched his adams apple bob she felt herself start to get distracted - reverted into the cavewoman brain that showed up whenever he was around. distracted by how his chest rose and fell with each breath, skin glossy with sweat, lips and cheeks pink.

she cleared her throat quietly as to not raise any suspicion and forced her eyes away in an effort to re-evolve her brain until her mind wasn’t totally consumed by him anymore, just barely glancing in the mirror to see if he had noticed. and of course, just as always, he was looking at her. she did a double take before furrowing her eyebrows at him, which made him laugh.

“what are you doing?”

“same thing that you were!”

“what was i doing?”

changbin chuckled and nodded toward their reflection. “i saw you looking. you are not slick, kang juyeon.”

she now pushed herself up to look at him face-on again, a playful smile on her lips. “do you think you are? you made miroh look totally different because were too busy looking at me to see yourself! i kept going just to see the -” she wiggled her arms about wildly, an obvious over-exaggeration of his performance but it was enough to have him throwing his head back to rest on the couch with an exasperated sigh.

“you are — !!”

“what?” she nudged him with her shoulder to urge him on “i’m what?”

“…you’re dreamy.” he hummed

juyeon now regretted poking him to say more as her face flushed with embarrassment. she laid her head back, too. “yeah, whatever.”

“don’t ‘yeah whatever’ me. take my compliments! accept my love!” changbin spoke with that grouchy voice that made him stick his lips out to pout “you’re beautiful and charismatic and hardworking and should be acknowledged for your efforts - and your results! because you are incredible.”

there was a beat of silence that left changbin out in the cold until she spoke again. “you think so?”

changbin finally lifted his head to look at her incredulously, like there wasn’t a possibility in the world it was the other way around. but he didn’t question why she didn’t claim her boasting rights, instead he gingerly elbowed her side with a smirk. “of course” he cooed “anyone else would say the same thing.”

her nose crinkled in something similar to a wince, eyes on the ceiling. “but…what do you think of me…”

changbin’s eyebrows knitted together. for a moment he had to stop to think of what to say; there was a lot he thought about her because he thought about her a lot. changbin leaned into her shoulder, nudging her with his weight to regain her attention. she lifted her head now, eyes flicking between his - left to right and right to left again. in the few inches of space between them he spoke artlessly, the fondness and sincerity painfully obvious in his tone.

“i think you’re everything, ju.”

juyeon’s gaze fell to his lips again as she analyzed what he said and the corners of her mouth began to curl upward with the warm hum in her chest. she lingered there with her bottom lip caught between her teeth and, after finally pulling her gaze away, noticed the lag before his eyes met hers again. they were darker all of a sudden - like his pupil had swallowed the iris whole - and his cheeks had ripened from a peachy pink to a deep crimson.

there was a moment of stillness as they stared at one another, silent but comfortable, contemplating the same thing; to take the leap or not. both went through the pros and cons they had meticulously organized in their mind over the years as if there would be a clear answer on the next step, but there wasn’t, and just as changbin came to decide he wouldn’t risk it, juyeon decided she would.

the older girl bridged the gap between them nervous yet eager and, tenderly cupping his cheek in her palm, pressed her bitten lips to his - tentative and salty with sweat. it was soft and familiar, not a drop of haste in her touch. it took him a moment to fully believe the reality he had been gifted on this day but, once he realized her lips were on his after years of pushing those feelings away, changbin’s hands found themselves at her waist as if to hold on so he wouldn’t float away. a fuzzy feeling began to take life in his chest, burning red hot like flames licking at his skin. this overwhelming warmth grew with each passing second spent exactly where he’d always dreamed of until it bubbled scalding magma in his throat and erupted into a grin against her lips, which then made her smile, too.

juyeon sat back and pressed her buzzing lips together, a short laugh slipping past the barricade. “we’re in trouble.” her tone was light in contrast to the serious subject matter.

“not yet,” changbin hummed sweetly “we’re just in the practice room.”

“you know what, i think you’re right.” she concurred with a cunning shrug “maybe tomorrow we could just be in the studio?”

“i can make that happen.” he was quick to blurt out an approving response to this suggestion.

juyeon chuckled softly before her fingers moved automatically to tuck her hair behind her ear, catching her lip in her teeth again but this time for a starkly different reason. “um…we do need to talk, though…”

changbin looked at her now from the darkest depths of yearning, dark eyes now glossy and pleading. “not yet. please. leave it for tomorrow. and tonight can just stay like this.”

she sighed softly almost as if to hide the adoring sparkle in her eyes and brushed away the strands of hair tickling his eyelashes. “okay, binnie.”

“…does that mean we can do that again?”

“you know…i think it does!”

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Captain Levi part 3

a/n: this has been in my drafts since christmas and I hit 100 followers today so I decided to finish it. smooches xoxo love you guys. Not proof read and I’m half asleep bc I’ve done so much writing today lmao, sorry if this doesn’t live up to your expectations!

part 1 • part 2

The evening of the winter party comes faster than anticipated.

In the week leading up, Hange, Petra, and Captain Levi took turns accompanying you to town in order to book vendors and buy decor.

The word was spreading around the scouts and everyone seemed very excited for a chance to celebrate some.

Levi and you hadn’t hooked up again but had a few lingering touches and looks that made your stomach heat up. By the middle of the week, you had to relieve yourself after being around him so much.

By Thursday it was time to head back to the castle to finish cleaning and to set up decor. Levi, Hange, Petra, and a few volunteers from your squad accompanied you. The crisp December air chilled your bones riding your horse there, wishing you opted for an extra jacket over your scouts uniform.

The ride seems to go slow, and Levi opts not to speak a whole lot given your two closest friends are there and neither of them know of your relations. Well, they know that you along with the rest of the female scouts find him mysterious and beautiful.

Petra talks about the dress options she has and how she’s going with Eld and Gunther because she felt bad saying no to either. Hange says they’re going to fly solo so they can hit on anyone they want. You hear Levi “tch” and let out a slight chuckle at Hange’s words, the closest he’s come to laughing at one of her jokes yet.

“Are you taking a date y/n?” Petra tilts her head at you as you dreaded this question.

“Yeah, actually Captain and I are going together,” you say quietly. Hange’s jaw drops practically to the floor and Petra asks, “Wait like-?” And points between the two of you.

“Yes.” Levi responds this time, and you notice the tops of his ears have turned pink. He is a few paces ahead of you three, and he refuses to turn around to face you. Hange and Petra fall silent at his answer with awkward silence following.

Few words are spoken for the time remaining of the ride there.

As you arrive to the castle, you see the cart waiting outside with all of your decorations you sent ahead of time.

“Wow, these are going to look great, I’m so excited!” You can’t hold back, everything you picked out looks so good together. Your three companions all smile back at you, happy that you’re happy.

“Give us jobs, where should we start?” Hange asks, getting off their horse and tying it up.

“Hm.. let’s see.” You think for a second, sizing up your helpers and the jobs that need done.

“Hange, you’re the tallest here so you can hang up the wreaths. Petra, I’m going to let you deal with the decorations inside in the foyer and hallways, and Levi and I can work on the great hall and then help put finishing touches on everything. We’ll split the volunteers between you two Hange and Petra.”

It’s almost if all three of them read your mind and smirk at you for assigning yourself with Captain Levi. You blush looking down at your notebook ignoring them as you organize the decorations for which group they need to go to.

Hange walks past you with a ladder making smooching noises only loud enough so you can hear, and you shout whisper at her “Hange! Enough!” You pass some wreaths to the volunteer lingering behind them and and send them to decorate the outside of the castle.

You, Levi and some other volunteers head into the main hall, and you give directions. You tell them where the tables should go, which table cloths they get, demonstrate the centerpiece arrangement, and place candles in all the windows. By the end of the day everything looks magical, the sun glows orange as it begins to set on the horizon while you all put the finishing touches up. The volunteers make their way back to base with Petra and Hange leading them, leaving you and Levi to perfect every last detail, and he was the best person for that job. As you make your way around the hall putting table numbers, place cards, and menus, you hum a little tune of an old song your grandmother used to sing you as a kid. You tend to do it subconsciously when you're focused, but then you hear a whistling of the same tune. Levi has his back turned to you, hanging up garland around the window ledges, with a lovely whistle adding to the melody. You look up to him and stop humming, causing him to turn to you, "Why'd you stop?" he asks plainly.

"Sorry I just didn't realize anyone else knew that song, you sounded lovely." You set down your pile of papers and walk to where he is, helping with the last window. He gazes off, not wanting to make eye contact while talking about his teenage years. "My friend, Isabelle. She would sing it to some of the kids we would help in the underground, when they had no food or parents."

Then you remember, the back story of Levi's first few months in the scouts. He lost the two people he came from the underground with, one of them must have been Isabelle. After a few seconds of silence Levi begins to apologize, "Sorry I didn't mean to make it awkward-" You cut him off by abruptly hugging him from behind, nuzzling your head against his and resting on his shoulder. "It's okay." You whisper so only he could hear, although no one else was there to hear you two. You feel him relax in your arms after a few moments, obvious that he is not big on physical affection and has not been hugged a lot. He wraps his hands over top of yours and lets you hold him for a few minutes, "Thank you, y/n," he whispers.

The intimate moment comes to an end when Levi shifts in your arms, gently placing them back at your sides, leaning in to kiss your forehead. He returns to finishing up the details like nothing happened, and you both finish your tasks, riding back to base for the evening.

As you're in the stalls tying your horses up, Levi breaks the silence, "You make a really good leader you know?" The comment catches you off guard, very rarely does Levi compliment anyone, even with the complex relationship you two have. You smile at him, "thank you, but not as good of a leader as you captain." You finish with a wink and watch as he blushes and turns to head to the sleeping quarters. He walks you to your door in silence, giving you a soft kiss on the lips before turning to walk to his room. "Goodnight, Levi" you softly call after him. "Goodnight L/N" he responds without turning around to look at you. You're not sure why this evening has been so awkward but you hope you find out before the party tomorrow.

-

The base was buzzing on Friday morning, you heard Erwin gave everyone a half day to prepare for the party this evening so they can look their best, plus with the winter break coming soon everyone couldn't wait to have a good time. You sit at breakfast with squad Levi although he is not there. You answer countless questions about tonight's party and listen to Oluo ramble on about something you couldn't care less about. After finishing your meal you head to talk to Commander Erwin, but stop in your tracks when you hear a conversation from his office with the door open.

"Levi, I don't know what to tell you. Superior's can't be in a relationship with their subordinates in any fashion."

"Erwin, promote her already, she doesn't need to be on my squad, she's more than capable and then we'd be equals." You can almost hear Levi rolling his eyes and sassing his commander.

"Listen, because were friends, I will pretend like this conversation never happened and you two can keep what's going on a secret. Until something else gets figured out. Understood, Captain?"

"Understood, sir."

Signaling the end of their conversation, you rush back down the hallway , trying to pretend you were just going for a stroll when Levi walks out into the hall. You don't turn around but continue walking, thoughts racing, not noticing Commandant Shadis coming out of the dining hall and running right into him. Your eyes grow wide and you spew out apologies of "I'm so sorry sir, I wasn't paying attention, please," As you reach down to help pick up the papers you knocked out of his hand. Shadis was never too happy of a guy but seeing you in borderline hysterics had him feeling a little sympathy. You stand back up to see Captain Levi looking at you with an eyebrow raised, and hear Shadis make a quiet comment to him, "Keep an eye on this one, she's rather clumsy." Your stomach drops even further at his words, not even daring to make eye contact with Levi, and rushing to your room.

The combined events of this morning and being stressed about the party this evening sends you into a panic attack, tears stream down your face as you sit on your bed staring at the dress hanging in your closet. You and Levi hadn't even talked about what you were yet and he was already asking Erwin to take you off his squad? And there is no way you'd get promoted if Commandant Shadis thought you were a clumsy mess. There is a soft knock at your door, but you don't bother to get up to get it. If it's an emergency you'll find out sooner or later. But your door creaks open softly, revealing a worried looking Levi. Seeing your state he rushes over beside you on the bed, sitting himself behind you and wrapping his arms around you. "Shhhh, it's okay, shhh," he gently tries to calm down your shaking body, setting down the glass of water he got you on your night stand. He kisses the back of your head and rubs circles into the soft skin of your biceps to sooth you. "You don't have to tell me anything, I don't need to know what's wrong, I just wanted to help." Your cries begin to die down as you take deep breaths laying your head up against the side of Levi's.

After sitting in silence for a few minutes, he stands up and moves to your window, opening it for you. "The fresh air and the sound of birds may help," he offers sheepishly. You nod, taking a sip of the fresh glass of water from him. Levi returns back beside you, stroking your hair as you wipe the remaining tears and snot from your face with the handkerchief he handed you.

“Isabelle was like my little sister. She used to have panic attacks from the things we saw down there.” He says, catching you off guard. You sniffle and nod your head. “You remind me of her…not in like a sister way but in your courage and kindness.” He smiles with the last part, as you finally bring yourself to make eye contact with him.

“What time do you want to head to the party tonight?” Just like that, the soft Levi is gone and closed off. Your voice cracks, trying your best to keep up with the whiplash of his emotions. “I should probably get there a half hour or so before everyone else.” You say trying your best to sound like an enthusiastic party planner. “I’ll go with you, I’m your date after all.” He smiles down at you before kissing your forehead “I’ll be in my room if you need me.” And just like that Levi is gone before you can understand the feelings between the two of you.

-

You do your best to remain calm that afternoon, taking a long shower and letting your hair dry in curlers, putting more makeup than you usually wear on. You take special care of the forest green gown you and Petra picked out, which accentuates your small waist and large chest. You put on the finishing touches while Hange and Petra bust in your room to fawn over your beauty. Petra wears a lovely dark purple velvet dress and Hange a suit that suits them very well. You give them both a kiss on the cheek before rushing to Captain Levi’s room to let him know you’re ready.

He meets you at the door and ushers you out to your private carriage that he arranged since you two were leaving earlier than the others. The last light of day is creeping through and you see his cheeks flushed a shade of pink.

“You look incredibly amazing. I’m sorry but I’m kind of speechless.”

“You look pretty handsome yourself,” you say bashfully, trying not to bite your lip so you don’t mess up your lipstick. After a few minutes, you speak up again.

“Levi, I want to know more about you.”

“I- what?”

“I just get these glimpses like you randomly bringing up Isabelle and I do care, I really do, but I want to be able to put your puzzle pieces together,” you sigh, “you can be such an enigma.” You finish with a sarcastic eye roll and a small smile.

“No- nobody’s asked me that since Erwin took me from the underground.” His tone sounds sincere but almost sad.

“You don’t have to talk about anything you don’t want to. I just want to get to know you more.” You hold his hand and lean your head onto his shoulder, being careful to not mess up your hair.

“Well- short story I guess. My mother was amazing but got handed a shitty deal in life. She worked in a brothel in the underground and died from disease when I was 8… I never knew my dad… this guy named Kenny who I hardly knew took me in and trained me to be a killer. I stole from the rich and took for the poor. I had two best friends Farlan and Isabelle. They died on our first scouting mission when we made it above ground.”

You lift your head from his shoulder and stare him in the eyes, “I’m so sorry.” He looks away, and doesn’t respond for a little. “Don’t pity me or anything now. I don’t tell anyone that shit for a reason.” You can’t tell if he’s joking or not and just smile and squeeze his hand.

As you arrive the castle glows from the candles and lights luminating it against the newly settled in dusk. You gasp, “oh my god it looks even better than I imagined!” With that Levi helps down from the carriage, and holds your arm properly as he walks you inside like a gentleman. You instantly go to work, talking with the musicians and caterer and bartenders. Levi sets out the name cards at the table that you finalized who was sitting at what tables yesterday. The first carriage arrives in no time, with all the leadership and higher ups. Erwin, Shadis, Pixis, Zachary, and a few of the higher ranking captains with other squads in the scouts make their entrance. They take their turns greeting you, bowing as you curtsy and giving your hand a gentle kiss, and they shake Levi’s hand. To most, it would seem that it was just a supporting captain helping his team member, but Erwin winks at Levi and whispers something in his ear, to which he blushes and adjusts his tie.

You make your way over to the bar, helping yourself to a glass of wine to release some nerves now that the party is in progress. Carriage after carriage arrive of the scouts and their dates, most of them enter the castle with mouths agape, flabbergasted by the beautiful decor you worked so hard on. You don’t greet everyone at the door but make your way to your table at the very front. Levi sits talking to Miche as you set your wine glass down and attempt to join the conversation. Levi subconsciously wraps an arm around your waist before you clear your throat. Miche raises an eyebrow between the two of you and you decide it may be best if you’re not in this conversation. Walking back towards the main entrance you wait for Petra and Hange, you got them at a table as close to you as you could but since they are technically without rank they were with most of the general population.

Soon enough all the guests have arrived and Erwin makes a brief toast to the courageous scouts and all those that could not make it home for the holidays this year as they made the ultimate sacrifice. You always tend to tear up around the topics, having watched someone your fellow cadets lose their lives on the battlefield. After the sad part of the speech, Erwin turns his attention to you, making you stand up and thanking you for planning the party. As the toast ends you cheers your white wine glass against Levi’s red wine glass. You are reminded of the first time you were intimate and the wine you shared. As if he read your mind, Levi takes a swig and winks at you. You feel heat in your core and know that you need to suppress it for the evening.

After dinner, drinks are flowing and the music is lively. Most of the men no longer wearing their suit jackets. Levi has his sleeves rolled up just to see some of his forearm and he loosened his tie a bit from his neck. Not that he dances, he just had enough drinks that his body was warmed up. You have about 3 glasses of wine in and are making eyes at him from your spot on the dancefloor.

He mouths to you “meet me upstairs,” before he gets up and heads to the main staircase just out of the great hall doorway. You wait just enough time so it isn’t suspicious before following his steps.

When you make it to the top of the stairs you feel Levi before you see or hear him. He pulls you into a random room which looked to be an old office or study, pressing himself up against your backside, caressing your face from your cheek the whole way down your neck and arm, sending shivers down your spine. “Sweetheart, have you been trying to tease me tonight?” Levi has the slight smell of alcohol on his breath, enough to be tipsy but not to raise concern.

He takes a hold of your jaw, turning your face to kiss him. His lips are addicting, you’re unable to stop once his tongue enters your mouth and a flame inside you has been ignited. You pull slightly on his tie as he pushes you up against an old wooden desk that looks not too study. He nudges your legs for you to sit on the desk while his lips find your ear lobe, neck, collar bone, and down to your beautiful cleavage, leaving kisses all over the exposed part of your chest. He doesn’t dare leave any hickies because after all he doesn’t want to give you a bad look with the higher ups if he wants you promoted! You reach down to hike up your long gown, allowing Levi access to between your legs. He takes this opportunity to kneel down, face close to your wetness, to ask “Do you want this hun?” To which all you can do is whimper before he moves your panties to the side to find your glistening cunt. He doesn’t waste any time, knowing people will wonder where you and he are soon. He dives into your pussy tongue first like a starved man, licking a strip from your hole up to your clit and circling it. His tongue is magical, making you whimper and moan like a mess just for him. When he feels you’re sufficiently prepped, he stands back up, allowing you to unbutton his pants and free his hard cock from its confines. You spit on your hand to rub his tip, getting him warmed up.

“Such a naughty girl,” he groans, taking in the sight of you with your pussy out stroking his cock in your formal wear. With that you’re begging him to put it in, and he adjusts you on the desk so he can angle into you perfectly.

He lines himself up looking you in the eyes, pupils blown out with lust and hairy disheveled from you running your hands through it. “Please,” you whimper and with that he pushes into your tight folds. He wastes no time picking up speed, but being careful not to be too mean to you so your hair and makeup don’t get messed up. You can’t help but moan each time his cock perfectly angles to fill you the whole way up and he is not much better, groaning and muttering filthy, sensual, words to you. The sounds of skin slapping and moans could sure be heard in the hallway outside the room, you just hoped nobody would be upstairs with you.

“You’re thinking about getting caught aren’t you baby?” He looks at the door and back into your eyes, his pace unrelenting. “You want someone to walk into you getting your shit rocked by your captain? See how good you are at pleasing me and the way you submit to me?”

Your body answers for you, clenching around his length and rolling your eyes back. “Yes, please,” you moan out, knowing he expects an answer from you.

“Mmhmm, good girl. Such a perfect girl for me. Have to make sure nobody else gets you.”

This is the first time you’ve heard some jealousy from Levi, but your brain does not have the capacity to think about it. His low sultry voice is enough to get you close to the edge. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, Levi pops one of your titties free from your dress and sucks on your nipple as he thrusts harshly into you. Your moans are enough to get him close, “baby where do you want it?” He asks, and in your cock drunk state all you can answer is “inside, insideeee, insidee,” through breathless moans. Watching Levi about to come undone sends your orgasm shock waving through you, whorish high pitched noises escaping as your nails dig into his exposed forearms. He follows shortly after feeling your pussy beg for his seed, irregular shallow thrusts as his rests his forehead against yours, hips stuttering. You both remain still for a few seconds, allowing each other to come down from your highs. Levi pulls your panties back over your cum filled puffy cunt. “It better still be in there when we get back tonight.” He whispers in your ear, helping you off the desk and adjusting your dress before he tucks his now soft penis back into his pants. You both fix each other to make it seem like you didn’t just fuck at a work function.

Too caught up in post orgasm infatuation with each other, you forget to walk down the stairs separately, and are met at the bottom with a conversation between Erwin, Petra, and Hange.

They all grow quiet as you approach, you figure they must be talking about the two of you as you head back into the main hall to finish off the night. A few more glasses of wine later, you are on the last carriage back with a bunch of other drunk scouts. Levi stopped drinking a while ago, helping you up and sitting you on his lap to make room for all the people cramming in. You doze off on the ride back as he plays with your hair and comforts you, it’s not like anyone can see him touching you in the dark anyways!!

When you get back to base he carries your drunk ass bridal style to his bedroom, washes your face and dresses you in some spare clothes of his. You blabber on about how handsome and sweet and caring your boyfriend is. All Levi can do is smirk and wait to talk to you about this in the morning. You make it so hard for him to keep you a secret.

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another authors note: sorry guys but I'm sooo over this story now that its not the holidays so this will the the last part but definitely will be writing more Levi stuff in the future!

[chibipsycho-v3]

Hello Hello! It’s me! If you don’t mind a request, could I get some fluffy headcannons of P03 and the Archivist? Take all the time that you need! I don’t mind a bit of a wait. Have a good rest of your day/night!

Ah, hello~! Headcanons, eh? Well, I misread that and by the time I noticed, I'd written part of it. So you get an extra double-dose! A scoop of headcanons AND a scoop of XReader! Here we go~

Fluff Headcanons- P03

P03 tries to be flippant and superior, but he absolutely has a soft spot when it comes to you. He may tone down his teasing or soften his voice clips when you enter, and it's noticeable. And adorable.

This boy is starved for affection, but he'll never admit it directly. But the way he reacts when you touch his arm or lean against his side… He leans into it immediately, then acts like he didn't notice he'd done anything.

And heaven forbid if you give P03 smooches. All of his attention is riveted on you now, seeking out more of your sweet kisses with gentle nudges. But don't tease him about it or he'll withdraw and pout about it half the day.

P03's genuine laughter is so sweet, imagine his laughter audio clips mixed with an uncontrollable giggle. It's a little tough to get him to laugh more than that little smug noise he makes usually, but boy does it pay off when you do get him going!

Fluff Headcanons- The Archivist

Archivist, above almost everything else, loves collecting data. And you are no exception! She is completely enamored with any story you have to tell her about your day. She loves to listen when you infodump about an interest of yours!

She has that prim-lady laugh in polite company, the mouth-closed 'hm-hm-hm' laugh. But in private, her real laugh is like the dramatic-lady laugh (think Jessie from Pokemon) but with an ethereal echo. Aaaha-ha-ha~ She only does it around the Uberbots and you.

Unlike some of the other Uberbots, Archivist is confident about affection. She'll lean down and place little static smooches on the top of your head whenever she feels like it (which is often.) And if you want snuggles, you'll GET snuggles!

She saves all of the little interactions she has with you in a folder deep in her hard drive- that may or may not be marked with a bunch of hearts. Keep out, Archivist's eyes only!

And now for our XReader portion!

P03 x GN!Reader

P03 was the type to get stuck in his work- balancing cards, recalibrating his particle scanner, doing spot inspections and generally being an overbearing boss to his factory workers. So in an attempt to relieve some of his workload, you offered to help him sort the day's cards.

There was an amiable silence between you as you both sorted cards into stacks of energy cost. Your thoughts carried you off as you glanced at the robotic Scrybe out of the corner of your eye. To think that he didn't even want you to look at the cards when you first began stopping by the factory, let alone touch them. Now he trusts you to sort with him; it felt… nice.

"What's the matter?" P03 interrupted your musing as you looked up. His eyes flicked down to your hands, then back up. "You were hesitating. Don't tell me that you suddenly forgot how to count," he teased, his screen flickering to that smug face of his.

You pouted, but you were used to his jeers at this point and could fire right back. "Oh, I was merely distracted by the handsome robot across from me," you replied, your own smirk curling your mouth. It wasn't technically a lie, either.

That seemed to catch him genuinely off-guard, a shocked face cycling across his screen before he switched to an indifferent look quickly as if to hide his reaction. "Seriously?" he beeped, "Are you so simple-minded that I distract you?"

He could dish the teasing out, but he couldn't take it and it was hilarious to you. "I mean, a Scrybe is pretty distracting by themselves, but you…" you trailed off with a smile, then added, "Intelligence and looks, dangerous combination."

You could tell you got him good because P03 started flustering with a few high chirps. Then there were those cute dashes on his 'cheeks'- Success! Blushing robot!

"S-Stop that!" he barked with a stutter, but you could tell he was putting up a front, "Just sort before I take them from you, idiot."

You couldn't help a laugh. He was so easy to tease sometimes.

The Archivist x GN!Reader

It was a rare moment that you got alone with the Archivist, once her flock of librarians had moved off to study some files at her behest. But you so enjoyed these moments with the Uberbot- and so did she.

You would ask her about her day and she would tell you about the most interesting files she had come across in that day. You weren't really sure about some of the technical terms she used, but she was so excited that you hung on every word anyway. Then she would ask you about your day. You told her this and that, even the tiniest details you added in held her attention. Whether your day was good or bad, she strove to hear everything about it- if you were willing to tell.

You were almost certain that she was slowly building a file on you- and that struck you as sweet.

"It sounds as if your day was interesting," Archivist cooed in that soft, digitized hum. Her voice was beautiful, it soothed your nerves to hear her talk about- anything. Sometimes you would just listen in on her instructions to the librarians just to admire the sound. "-Dear?"

"Huh?" You snapped back to attention, then felt a little silly, "Sorry, I zoned out. Could you repeat that?"

She laughed gently at your sheepish look. "I deduced that," she replied, "I said, 'I found a story that you might be interested in during my file search. Would you like me to read it to you, dear?'"

Oh, wonderful. "Yes, please," you found yourself replying a little too quickly. You knew Archivist had noticed when she tittered again.

She reached out her arm to beckon you closer and you obeyed. She tucked her arm around you to pull you closer to her frame and she smiled down at you. You smiled back, feeling so lucky to know her in this moment.

Archivist began her story, "It was a wondrous time to be alive…"

[imaginethezeldaverse]

About Riju and Tulin going to their local Great Fairy (Either Tera or Kaysa for Riju and either Kaysa or Mija for Tulin) to receive a blessing for reasons and how they react when that blessing comes in the form of a tier 3 upgrade (a big ol smooch)

So Riju, having had Tera close by for so many years of her life, she's actually very fond of the Great Fairy! When she approaches Tera for upgrades on her garb so that she can have a better defense for training purposes, she's not hesitant to ask Tera for such a strong blessing. Once she pays her dues, Riju actually finds herself giggling from Tera scooping her up and planting a kiss on her cheek, the affectionate (and powerful!) gesture akin to being shown love from an aunt or a maternal figure of some sort. The Gerudo chieftain holds the Great Fairies in high regard, so she's more grateful than anything to be given such an endearing blessing.

Now Tulin...poor, adorable baby boi Tulin does not exactly know what he's to expect. He remembers Teba explaining that the Great Fairies are to be respected and their blessings are powerful, though Tulin also recalls his father blushing for reasons he didn't understand at the time. So when he approaches Great Fairy Kaysa himself for a major upgrade to his Rito warrior's wear, what he isn't ready for is a massive manicured hand swooping him up and a giant pair of lips heading towards his face. He squawks and ducks for cover with his wings completely shielding his face - only to feel a featherlight brush at the top of his head. The result makes him feel energetic almost, and it's then he realizes that must be her magic working to strengthen his outfit. Once she draws back, he's wide-eyed with appreciation, flapping happily and thanking her for giving him her blessing (even if he was admittedly a little scared at first). Kaysa, being unable to resist those adorable, giant blue eyes, gently takes her finger and nuzzles at his head feathers, fawning over at how cute of a little warrior he is. Tulin laughs the same way he did when his mom fussed like this the first time he held a bow, that "aw shucks" kind of laugh.

[legionofpotatoes]

I am trying desperately to cling to her memories that are slipping away. I hate how ready I was for all the big ways in which her death would hit me, yet I was caught completely unaware of the million little things that would change along the way. She touched so many tiny parts of my life and now they're all withering away and no amount of photos or videos are enough to keep them from getting further and further away and it feels maddening. I don't know how to hold on to them.

analytically I understand that eventually I will have to let go of all that and accept that things will not be the same. that not every measurable point of contact that she imprinted upon the world will stay frozen in time. and I know that it shouldn't. but I still felt such an odd mixture of pain, anger, and confusion when I saw Yen hop on the pillow she always used to sleep on; when I saw her fill in the spaces and patterns that were always Bastet's. I know a silly little cat isn't intentionally trying to replace the life of another, that is a childish thought to have. but it still tugs and tears at the hole in my gut and confuses me. I've never felt so lost.

It's the maddening realization that life just carries on full-throttle and not a single god damn part of it will stop and honor her memory for even a second. it all just hurdles on and the soils of linear time keep rolling over and burying the old while ushering in the new with unrelenting cruelty. And I'm supposed to be so cool and accepting of that because? what? that I have the capacity to quantify it? none of this feels fair.

eventually I'll forget how the two floorboards creaked whenever she would go for a nighttime walk from the bed and into the outer room. I'll forget the way she'd nag for food and scrape at the balcony door in the mornings. her purrs were like an iron kettle seconds away from beginning to boil, in that momentary rattle on low fire; quiet and bubbly, a low rumble of contentment. she carried herself with dignity and grace, sharing the same space as us but always at a respectful distance. she was one of those chill hang best friends, but in cat form.

she was also the most striking example of one half in an animal/human companionship; I always joked that she shared a soul with my partner. I never knew my SO before Bastet, and I always felt like they were born of the same cosmic splinter and mirrored one another in things both big and small. their personalities, their temperaments, their beauty, their naptimes. they would even curl up in the same exact poses and it never failed to make me chuckle. it's all so dimmer without that half now. I've never seen my partner so alone. it breaks my heart for her.

Bastet was a mixed breed tortoiseshell; she was either pushing her late 17th or early 18th year, we have some birth date discrepancies that I cannot get to the bottom of. her eyes were striking green since childhood and then changed as she aged, her right one turning fully yellow by the end. she always liked a good meal and kept herself relatively chumby throughout the years. I don't think we ever crossed into unhealthy levels of pet obesity, though. she just had that raccoon-like silhouette that we loved to joke about, and a way of keeping her front legs slightly apart when she perched that made for the most charming poses. she took herself oh so very seriously, but she was our round little guy.

she had yellow-black beans and a black nose, and her breath was stinky. we loved her stinky breath. I'll never be able tell her off anymore for initiating one of her full-body baths right next to me as I was trying to eat. she also had a wonderful patch of dusty aroma right on top of her head and between her ears; something hard to place, but incredibly homely. It was a rare treat whenever we'd catch her for a quick noggin smooch. I'll never feel that smell again.

her jellies were very soft and loose, but she hated having them touched. she liked a good rub under the chin and especially across her cheeks, sometimes ending things with a small love nibble. she grew up drinking out of cups instead of bowls, and it became a calcified habit; we knew to always cover stray beverages with napkins with her around. I shudder to think of the next time I'll do it instinctively.

she was very rarely clumsy. My partner's bed frame sits flush against her wall radiator, and Bastet loved hopping on there and wedging herself between the wall and the headboard. we loved how her belly fats would spill over the edge when she did that. trouble arrived, however, whenever she'd decide to turn around and face the other way; that would generally involve carefully backing up for a long while before doing a full rotation. I would always hit her with the ole' truck reverse gear beeping when I'd catch her do it. she'd give me the stinkiest eye.

She wasn't a very playful cat, which we always found strange. She'd get the odd zoomie now and then, but was primarily a dignified lady. She'd slap you around like no one's business if she decided you deserved it though. She never learned to get along with Yen, our second, younger, and dumber cat; we tried smell swapping and shared mealtimes and every trick under the sun to get them to play nice. And we kept trying because Yen, with not even two braincells to rub together, was incredibly curious and forthcoming to spend time with her, yet Bastet was out for blood from day one. We eventually learned to partition them across the house and paid with more than a few fun incidents. Bastet would always get a few good licks in and Yen would learn exactly nothing and try again the next day.

She was territorial like that. She loved my SO like I've never seen an animal love a human. Even her jealousy towards me took almost a decade to erode, and even then, she would never let us cuddle or sleep without making sure to find a good spot to keep an eye on me from. I learned not to admonish but to respect that about her; I was never going to outgrow the depth of their relationship and it became a type of honor to feel accepted into it. I was just happy to be in a place where I could bother her with pets and not get eaten alive!

Best time to do it was when she slept. She was a deep sleeper, and could rip a snore that would scare a flock of pigeons away. We'd quiet down and hurriedly tap one another and then point at her whenever that happened, like silent mimes in a frenzied panic, desperate to hear just one more little snort. It was the best time to gently curl around her and give her a tap and a tug. Most of the time she wouldn't even wake up. She was very soft and huggable.

I know torties aren't considered the prettiest breed, but I always found her coat to be mesmerizing. She was a beautiful cat in that understated sort-of way; well color-coordinated, evenly patterned, and appropriately mannered. She took very good care of herself so we didn't end up bathing her too often. The price for that could be severe and bone-deep, so we kept those decisions tactical. She was an angry fluffball.

I wish I could feel her warm, soft sides again and hear her loud complaints as I attempt to scoop her up. I want to squish her toe beans as she sleeps and see her snicker at something tasty in her dreams. I want to see her demonstrably stretch in front of everyone in the room before flopping to her side and starting her morning bath. I want to see her gently tippity-tap towards her water, give it a long sniff, and then stick her paw straight in to start drinking her own special way. I miss seeing her go about her little tasks and vividly color the periphery of my life in that apartment. it's all so empty now.

Truthfully, most of those habits went away well before her death; as she retreated away from us in her last months, she barely ever exhibited her prior personality. As crushing as this was, it felt almost like a way for her to help us taper away with a gentler ease rather than a hard fall. I know that is not why cats do it. I know that it's not great to anthropomorphize her pain into some amorphous expression of wisdom and compassion towards us. It wasn't. She was in pain and we were desperately trying to help her until it became too senseless to try. But it did end up cushioning the blow just a bit. I suppose that's all I can say about that.

She went away in her sleep. We did it at the clinic, it felt humane. Taking her home would mean a far greater shadow over our day-to-day as her condition had become irreversible and was guaranteed to terminally deteriorate in a matter of days. My partner made the decision, as she rightfully should have, and with far greater bravery than I. I felt lost and cornered and unsure and I was bargaining when I knew there was nothing left to bargain for except for her prolonged suffering. I feel so bad for my selfishness. I know I'm still typing all this driven by it. I want to write down these memories so I can keep coming back to read them and escape her growing absence. But there's no typing out everything that she was and all the ways she touched and bettered us. I know that too.

I suppose in time I will find a way to make peace with the fact that I will forget some of these small things. but I'll make sure to never ever lose anything singular and definitive about her. I talk to her ashes so I can have a reason to say her name out loud. I can't let it slip away from everyday use. And as corny as it sounds, I will always see a reflection of her tiny self in my partner's eyes. They shared the same soul. I hope I can see them reunite again someday.

Today was the first day since her passing when her absence didn't feel temporary. It didn't feel like some unwelcome bump in the road. I truly know now that she's never darting out from under the bed and bonking my hand as it hangs from the armchair ever again. That realization is an endless, bottomless pit. I don't know what to do with it

[fluffyzoey]

Sleepy Sweethearts <3

In which a sleepy Noel cuddles up to Mischa at night, only for a drowsy Mischa to wake up to more snuggles in the morning <3

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> Mischa awoke to a pair of lips pressed against his neck. There was soft breath echoing into his ears, and arms wrapping around his abdomen. Mischa chuckled. Noel must have come in to snuggle again.

After graduating from St. Cassian’s, the choir had moved in together to an apartment in Toronto. Mischa and Noel shared the smaller bedroom, Ocean, Penny, and Constance shared the master bedroom, and Ricky slept on the pullout couch. Per Ocean’s rules, Noel and Mischa TECHNICALLY slept in two different twin beds on opposite sides of the room. Techinally.

But what Ocean didn’t know was that most night they ended up snuggled together anyway.

“Mmf…Noel, you’re freezing.” Mischa murmured. He rolled over so he was facing Noel, the shorter boy’s half-shut eyes meeting his.

“And you’re warm.” Noel purred, nestling his face into Mischa’s chest. Mischa rested his chin on Noel’s head, their legs tangling together, bodies entwining into one.

“Poet, you’re drooling.” Mischa groaned. Sure enough, a small pool of moisture had formed, staining Mischa’s checkered pajama top. But at this point, Noel was too drowsy to even notice. Mischa rolled his eyes, pulling the blankets further up around the pair of them, snuggling closer to Noel.

There was a beam of moonlight shining through the window, but it was so dim it didn’t cause any eye strain. It illuminated a white-hot patch on the comforter, right by the boys’ faces. Mischa’s mouth was curved in a permanent smile, blinking slowly as he watched his boyfriend doze, breath slowing.

Mischa could barely see the digital clock on his nightstand, glowing. It was 11:42 at night, meaning Ocean was probably already asleep. Just like every night, Noel had snuck in knowing he couldn’t get caught.

Mischa moved ever so slightly, just enough to press a smooch to Noel’s forehead. He swore he saw the corners of Noel’s mouth tip up in a sleepy smile.

“Goodnight, Poet.” Mischa laughed. It only took a few blissful moments before he drifted off himself.

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The next morning, Noel awoke to a pair of lips pressed against his neck, to soft breaths and strong arms pulling him closer. Evidently, Mischa was having a sleepy morning.

Noel pushed the chestnut brown curls out of the taller boy’s eyes, fingertips lingering on his skin. “Beautiful…”

Noel pulled his body into a sitting position, gathering Mischa’s weight atop his lap. He glanced at the digital clock on his boyfriend’s nightstand. 7:01 on a Saturday? There was no way Ocean was awake yet. They could afford to cuddle for a while longer before she came in to make sure they were “keeping their distance” (she was very much of the belief that teen sex killed, and despite the choir being in their twenties now, didn’t want any hanky-panky in their shared home, not that anyone was brave enough to do it and face her wrath) during the night.

Noel ran his fingers through those silky brown curls, weaving it between his digits like fine yarn on a loom. Mischa was snoring like a trucker, mouth wide open and nostrils flaring as he enjoyed the last few moments of his slumber.

“Such a monster,” Noel chuckled. “Listen to him!” He didn’t fully know who he was talking to, whether it be to himself, Mischa, or perhaps the ceiling. Either way he was enjoying this.

He spent the next five minutes stroking Mischa’s hair, until the familiar ‘ding dong!’ of the alarm greeted them like a rooster’s crow. Mischa squinted, wrinkling his face up adorably.

“Don’t wanna get up, do you, honeybee?” Noel teased. Mischa grunted, opening his mouth to speak, but Noel shut him up with a kiss.

Their lips touched for a mere moment before Noel pulled away, giggling. Mischa sat up with him, tucked awkwardly against the poet. This bed was smaller than it seemed last night.

“Come on.” Noel stood, stretching, his shirt coming up enough for Mischa to see his belly. “Breakfast time.”

Mischa, being the food-motivated idiot he was, flew to his feet, draping himself over Noel. “Now THAT sounds like the perfect morning.”

[twistedtangledfate]

ACOTAR for the fandom meme

@unbeleveable

The first character I first fell in love with: Amarantha. I really know I shouldn't have but I just loved how unapologetically evil she is.

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: Nesta actually. ACOSF really transformed my opinion of her and like I could understand some of the things she said and did in a way I hadn't before.

The character everyone else loves that I don’t: The only characters I really dislike off the top of my head are Tanlin, Ianthe, Azriel sometimes and Rhysand in pretty much most of ACOSF like seriously my dude, no. I had stern words with him more than once let me tell you.

The character I love that everyone else hates: Oh yeah, that'd be Amarantha again.

The character I used to love but don’t any longer: TAMLIN! Think I'm not the only one there though.

The character I would totally smooch: Gimme either Lucian or Gwyneth. I can also confirm Mor is a very considerate lover.

The character I’d want to be like: None of them really, let's be honest.

The character I’d slap: TAMLIN. Over and over again. We should make it an Olympic event.

A pairing that I love: Nesta and Cassian when they both have their shit together.

A pairing that I despise: Feyre and Tamlin. Absolutely not.