#dramatic wall slide my beloved

[68spidey]

Don loves the drama. Don loves music. Don loves dancing dramatically to music in his free time.

Lady Gaga is an artist of choice!

[lomlhwa]

i sleep so i can see you (c.yj)

pairing: dead gf!reader x mourning bf!yeonjun

preview: what is yeonjun supposed to do when his highschool sweetheart dies suddenly, leaving him all alone.

tags/warnings: non-idol au, fem pronouns reader, taehyun's sister!reader, lots of crying, rain for dramatic effect, yeonjun is mourning and angry, mentions of the other txt members, descriptions of reader's death, alcohol abuse, reminiscing (italics are dreams/memories), eventual yeonjun death

trigger warnings: death, alcoholism, suicidal ideation, suicide

wc: 2.7k

song recs for this fic: sailor song by gigi perez

a/n: had to take a break from the intern fic series to write something out of my comfort zone

yeonjun’s vision started to get blurry and every sound around him began to sound muffled. he felt like he was floating, his feet only barely brushing the floor. the room around him was spinning, threatening to close in on him. taehyun stood in front of him with a dark expression, waiting for yeonjun to respond to what he had just said. yeonjun’s senses became overwhelmed with the need to scream at the top of his lungs. he felt like he was drowning in his own body.

dead? 

that couldn’t be possible. he had seen you only a couple hours ago. you were perfectly healthy and happy. you were excited for the dinner date you had planned for later that day. you can’t be dead. “you’re fucking lying,” yeonjun finally replies, staring through taehyun. “you’re a liar and you’re not fucking funny, kang taehyun,” he says again, his voice raising in volume, rage filling him. taehyun shakes his head, staring at the ground and stifling sobs.

yeonjun whips his phone out from his back pocket, opening his contacts. he presses on your contact, adorned with a beautiful photo he had taken of you only a couple weeks ago. his beautiful y/n. he presses the call button and holds his phone to his ear. it rings and rings until he gets to your voicemail. overcome with anger, he lets out a scream. it draws the other members out of their rooms, running to see what all the commotion is about. 

huening kai gives both yeonjun and taehyun worried glances, seeing the anger on yeonjun and sadness on taehyun. “what happened?” beomgyu asks from behind kai, worry filling the air between the unsuspecting members. “y/n is dead. she got into an accident. they said it looks like she died on impact,” taehyun answers, his voice shaking. silence fills the room. yeonjun’s knees give out, hearing taehyun say that his beloved is dead once again. he collapses to the floor, slamming his elbows on the hardwood floor so aggressively that he was guaranteed bruises.

yeonjun feels like he can’t breathe. there’s not enough oxygen in this room for him to inhale properly. he begins hyperventilating, his chest heaving at an inhuman rate. “jjun, don’t do that. come on buddy,” soobin says, crouching down to try and get him off the floor. yeonjun claws at his hair and his eyes with his nails, sobbing and screaming incoherently. “she’s not dead, she can’t be. she was just here,” he says between sobs. he can see beomgyu sliding down the wall with a dead expression on his face, trying to process. 

the idea of your horrific and tragic death sends yeonjun into a frenzy. he grips soobin’s arm and screams until his lungs hurt. he cries until his face swells and his head hurts. he hyperventilates so hard he passes out, suddenly going limp in his leader’s hold.

he’s met with a memory of the two of you. you sit in a park, basking in the evening sunlight. he always found you so gorgeous. he walked over to you slowly, taking in how perfect you looked. “jjunie!” you cried out once you noticed him, jumping up from your picnic blanket. your cute sundress flowed around you as you jumped into his arms. you never stopped being excited to see him, despite having been together for years. it always felt like the first time over and over to you. “i’ve been waiting for you. i brought all your favorite snacks so we can watch the sunset,” you smile so warmly before gesturing to the basket you had brought with you. you drag him by his hand to sit on the blanket. he smiles at you with so much love before leaning in to kiss you. just before your lips meet, he’s awoken from his episode.

he’s hit with the dark blue coldness of his current reality. you’re dead. all the members sit around him, a mix of numbness and sorrow fill the room. none of them even react to him regaining consciousness after who knows how long. taehyun paces around the kitchen just off the living room, speaking in hushed tones. “no, i don’t think you understand, i have to see her. no, no, i don’t care if she’s mangled.” yeonjun’s blood ran cold. you? mangled?

“fuck you!” taehyun cried out before pressing the ‘end call’ button and slamming his phone onto the counter. yeonjun wanders into the kitchen to speak to taehyun. “taehyun…” he starts, taehyun turning to look at him. a lump forms in his throat seeing how disheveled and distraught his beloved bandmate looks. he says nothing and wraps his arms around him, bringing him to crash against his body and hold him there. finally, taehyun breaks again, gripping yeonjun’s shirt for dear life. 

“why her, jjun? my perfect baby sister, of all people?” taehyun speaks into yeonjun’s chest, his voice muffled and cracking with every word. grief had taken over the air of the house, sucking the life out of everyone and everything. yeonjun heard the front door open and close before peering back into the living room, finding that the other members had left him and taehyun alone. 

taehyun eventually grew tired of screaming and crying and went to his room to try and sleep. yeonjun followed suit, disappearing into his own desolate loneliness. much to his dismay, his room is covered in reminders of you. photos, gifts, your scent, everything is a reminder of you. his chest heaves as he makes his final strides to his bed, laying down to face the one wall that isn't adorned with you. he gets lucky in his attempt to sleep, falling into slumber quite quickly.

yeonjun’s heart pounds in his chest as he knocks on your door, holding a bouquet of flowers. you open the door a few seconds later, your face lighting up when your eyes meet his. “hi jjunie! i didn’t know you were coming, come in,” you say, getting out of the way to let him walk into your house. he takes his shoes off and walks into your kitchen, grabbing a vase and filling it for the flowers. “so, what is the occasion for the flowers?” you ask, staring at your best friend. the look in your eyes is exactly what had made yeonjun fall for you, you just didn’t know it yet. “well, there’s something we need to talk about,” he responds, guiding you into your living room to sit on your couch together. he admires you for a moment before taking a deep breath to admit his feelings to you. “i like you. not even just like, i think i love you.” he watches as your face turns from shock to what seems like relief. “oh jjun, i feel the exact same.” he sighs in absolute relief before smiling ear to ear. you reach out your hands to hold his face and bring his mouth to yours, proving that you really did feel the same.

yeonjun is awoken to someone pounding on his bedroom door. “yeah?” he says, rolling over to see beomgyu walking into his room. “taehyun is going to see y/n at the coroner's office and wants to know if you’ll accompany him,” he says, the tone of his voice is unreadable. yeonjun shoots out of bed, not even answering him. he finds taehyun standing at the front door, fidgeting with his keys. yeonjun throws on some slides and gestures to the door. “let’s go. i’m not letting you see your little sister by yourself.” 

the drive there is eerily silent, the only noise around them is coming from the car and the people walking outside. once taehyun pulls into the parking lot, they both just sit there for a moment. “this is solely for identification purposes. they need to make sure it’s her because they said there wasn’t much left of her… uh,” taehyun gestures to his head, not having the strength to explain the state of your beautiful face. yeonjun nods, understanding taehyun’s explanation. they exit the car and enter the one place they never thought they’d have to go at their age.

they’re greeted by a secretary who pages the coroner to the lobby. “hello gentlemen. may i ask your relationship to the deceased?” he says, just wanting to make sure they weren’t strangers to you in your life. “i’m her older brother and he’s her boyfriend,” taehyun responds. the coroner nods before opening the door he had come through originally, taehyun and yeonjun following swiftly behind. 

“we have ms. kang covered from the collarbones up. i would prefer if you didn’t see the state of her neck and skull,” he pauses at the door of the room where you’re being kept. “just check her clothes, jewelry, nail polish, whatever, to see if they match what she was wearing.” he pushes the door open and yeonjun is the first to walk into the chilled room. yeonjun’s ears ring loudly as he recognizes your outfit immediately. your favorite sweater is blood stained, your pants are ripped and appear to be fused to your legs. your pretty pink manicure sits on your limp, pale fingers. 

yeonjun collapses to his knees on the floor, unable to take his eyes off of you. he can hear the muted voices of taehyun telling the coroner that it’s definitely you and the coroner apologizing for the loss. “can i see her head?” yeonjun asks, his gaze flickering to the coroner. his face contorts in concern, a look of ‘are you sure?’ yeonjun nods, rising from the floor. “no, jjun. we’re leaving. i want you to remember her as beautiful as she was,” taehyun says as he drags yeonjun all the way out of the office.

yeonjun rips his arm out of taehyun’s grip once they’re outside, anger running through his veins. “you’re a bastard, you know that? using the excuse of wanting me to remember her being beautiful because you’re scared?” taehyun’s eyes are watery and full of hurt. “you think i like being here and seeing my sister dead on a fucking table? you think i want to have to identify her based on her clothes because her head is unrecognizable? i don’t think you understand what this is doing to me,” taehyun responds, his voice expressing his true and raw misery. “i don’t want to be here either, taehyun! i wanted to marry that girl. i’ve never known the love of anyone but her and now i have to figure out how to fucking move on.” 

yeonjun stares at taehyun with an empty gaze, his brain filling with negativity. “i might as well just kill myself at this point,” he says. the words stab taehyun in the heart. he can do nothing but stare in shock at those words. taehyun clenches his fists, seemingly fighting the urge to throw punches. “get in the fucking car,” taehyun says, getting the keys from his pocket and unlocking the car. 

_________________________________________

a week has passed since your death and no one is doing well, understandably. no one can agree on anything to do with your funeral or burial. taehyun and yeonjun can barely speak to each other without fighting. it’s a constant dilemma between them about who is being more affected. 

yeonjun can barely keep himself sober for longer than a few hours. he tells himself he prefers the blurry, unforgiving feeling of drinking himself into oblivion. besides, the more he drinks, the more he sleeps, the more he sees you. that’s all he really wants, you know? his only outlet for hearing your voice and feeling your touch is through dreams. 

“jjun, you gotta stop drinking so much,” soobin says as he walks into yeonjun’s bedroom. he grabs the tequila bottle out of his hands, earning a drunken glare from yeonjun. soobin is the only member who has the strength to confront yeonjun about his drinking problem. lately, his drunken state had made him violent. no one wanted to catch his punches or have appliances thrown at them. 

yeonjun rose from his bed, stumbling a little before shoving past soobin, their shoulders colliding. “i’m going for a walk.” he leans down to put on his shoes and walks out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him. it’s pouring rain when he leaves, but nothing really phasing him. in his intoxicated state, he doesn’t really know where he’s going. he doesn’t even have his phone on him for anyone to know where he’s going either.

eventually, he wanders into the forest. it’s dense and the smell of dead leaves mixed with rain is strong. his clothes stick to him disgustingly, the rain drenching him. he wipes droplets off his nose and eyelashes, struggling to see clearly through the downpour. he steps over branches and acorns, wanting to avoid slipping.

finally, yeonjun finds himself at a cliff. the waves of the water below him crash loudly. he looks out at the vast water, the storm making it look so much scarier. the isolation of the woods has yeonjun overcome by his emotions. he begins sobbing, his salty tears mixing with the rain water running down his face. he wipes his face with his damp sweater sleeve, to no avail. 

he crouches down and hugs his knees to his chest. “y/n… my beautiful y/n…” he whispers to himself. he rocks back and forth in an attempt to self-soothe. “how could you leave me like that? it’s not fucking fair that you left me behind,” he continues, the volume of his voice raising. as if the gods are listening, the storm worsens. “do you know what it feels like to live with this emptiness? i can’t function without you. all i do is drink and wish i was dead.”

 he rises from his crouched position and walks closer to the edge of the cliff. he stares down at the long drop, his stomach sinking. “i could join you right now, you know. one jump and i’m gone. is that what you want, my love? do you miss me up there?” he shivers, the wind cutting through him like ice. he stares up at the dark sky, the clouds covering the sun completely.

yeonjun makes the decision that he’s going to jump. it’s his only option. he can’t keep torturing his members like this. it has to end now. a sense of peacefulness comes over him when he decides to end his suffering. “i’m coming to see you, y/n. we’ll be together at last.”

he takes one last big breath as he backs up so he can get a running start. he charges at the edge of the cliff, his heart racing. he almost changes his mind, but it’s too late. he pushes off the edge, plummeting towards the water. as he plummets he thinks of you.

“how many babies do you think we’ll have?” he asked you, playing with your hair as you lay your head on his chest. you tapped your chin as if you were thinking. “i think two? one boy, one girl,” you smiled. you had always wanted kids and yeonjun knew you’d make the perfect mother. he nodded in agreement with you. “i think that’s perfect,” he tucked your hair behind your ear to get a better look at you. “our children will be beautiful, considering they’ll have your genes,” he complimented you. you smacked his chest, blushing profusely. “you have to put a ring on my finger before you can talk about our babies having my gorgeous genes,” you joked, holding out your left hand. little did you know that he did have a ring for you, he was just waiting for the right time.

yeonjun’s body smashed into the cold water, the wind getting knocked out of him immediately. the freezing temperatures had his body feeling like it was on fire. he struggles in the water, his lungs begging for oxygen. he can’t keep his head above water for long enough to breathe. the waves overtake him, pulling him under. his lungs fill with water, his vision going blurry. he loses consciousness for the final time, his body going limp, submitting to the tide. finally, he found peace. 

© lomlhwa 2024

[coyotelip]

wolfstar microfic: DADA class || professor Lupin || @wolfstarmicrofic || wc: 895

“I'll owe Minnie a lot of Firewhiskey for such an incredibly valuable favor.” Sirius climbs out of the fireplace and stretches slowly, stretching his limbs after his short journey. Only then does he open his eyes wide to see the office in front of him. “Oh, wow.”

Sirius had never been inside his Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, which was located just behind the classroom. Even though he had earned a record number of detentions, their professor at the time simply hated to have anyone on his property.

However, times are changing, the old grouch has long since retired, and his chair is now occupied by none other than Sirius' beloved husband, Professor Lupin. 

Sirius doesn't find Remus in his office, so he allows himself to walk around and look at everything. The rows of books and parchments look trivial to him, but a few unusual magical objects attract his attention and tempt him to hold them in his hands (although Sirius should know better than to touch the unknown objects that belonged to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor). Eventually, the man gets bored of this as well, dramatically sinking into a wide chair at the table. Running his eyes over the items on the table, he sees several photos of Harry and himself, their friends, and the same photo with Remus and James, which makes Sirius smile nostalgically. 

Finally, the door to the office opens and Sirius jumps up and down in his chair, as excited as a dog who has finally seen his master come home from work.  

Remus enters the room with his eyes down to the floor and his shoulders slumped, clearly tired from the extra work during the exam period, so he doesn't notice Sirius at first. Sirius himself, meanwhile, has risen from his chair and gingerly sat down on the edge of the table instead, quietly watching his husband, absorbing his every movement, which he had missed so much over the past couple of days that Remus had to stay at school to handle their workload. 

Leaving the stack of parchments on the table by the door, Remus throws off his heavy cloak and moves to the table with the same parchments. Only when he places them on his desk does he finally notice the atypical body lounging relaxed on his table. 

“For a respected professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, you're not all that observant and immune to the intrusion of something truly dark and sinister.” Sirius greets him with a crooked, flirtatious smile, resting his hand on the table. 

Remus is taken aback by the man's sudden appearance for a few seconds, “How did you get here?” he tilts his head and narrows his eyes slightly with suspicion. 

“Oh, you know... magic.” Sirius runs his fingers through the air as if that should explain something, “Harry reminded me again of when you took him here a few years ago and I realized like hey? My dear husband has been working here for so many years and he still hasn't invited me to see what's what.” After wiggling his backside around the table for a bit, Sirius moves to the other side so that he's sitting right in front of Remus and pulls him by the sleeves of his jacket, settling him between his legs. 

“Oh, don't tell me you miss the good old DADA class,” Remus's expression softens as soon as Sirius's arms are around his waist and then slide up to cover his shoulders and knead them a bit. 

“Absolutely, I cry into my pillow every night from the memory of Professor Pullman's incredibly interesting lectures.” Sirius sticks his nose up, saying it solemnly and leaving no room for doubt that he is happy to mock the memory of their old professor. But his gaze and smile soften when he looks into Remus's eyes. “I miss you,” he says, almost in a whisper, exhaling against the man's lips. 

“Me too,” Remus agrees briefly instead of making fun of Sirius for his inability to live without him for a couple of days. But hey, how is he any better? A few days away from the walls of their warm home, without Harry and Sirius around, and look at him, Professor Lupin could be mistaken for a ghost in the hallway, his skin is so gray. 

So Remus wastes no time and wraps both arms around Sirius' neck, pulling him in for a deep, slow kiss. They relax into each other and find the pace for the kiss almost instantly, with years of experience behind them, breathing more life into each other with every second. 

Sirius's hands return to the man's waist to slip under his heavy jacket and feel the warmth of his body. Bending his head, Sirius slowly begins to deepen the kiss, adding more fire and passion, showing how much he really missed him. Remus, however, breaks the kiss, turning his head to look at his husband with a judgmental eye. 

“You didn't come here just to seduce me on the workplace, did you?” 

Sirius can't help but smile crookedly, which always shows his mischievous nature, “Oh, can you just imagine old Pullman's face if he knew what we were doing on his desk? My only regret is that we didn't get the chance to do it during his time.”

[fitpacs]

A Day With Richarlyson

Summary: With Pac and Ramon away for the night, Fit and Richarlyson spend some much needed father and son time together.

Genre: Family Fluff

(a not-so surprise birthday present for my beloved @hepbaestus !)

((written in collaboration with the super talented @shen-mu who has created beautiful accompanying art on their blog!!))

—

“And you’re sure you’ll be okay? All of you?” Pac asks, pressing his lips together as he studies Fit’s face.

Fit rolls his eyes. “You’re asking if we’ll be okay if you go on an overnight trip? It’s already early evening!”

Richarlyson, stood beside Fit, places a sign.

‘just go, we won’t let him get into too much trouble kkkkkkkk’

Pac smiles and crouches down.

Both eggs immediately rush to stand in front of him.

Pac straightens out Richarlyson’s jersey and Ramon’s meathead, and gathers the two in a quick hug.

“Oh for god’s sake, we’re going for science materials, we’re not on our fucking deathbeds!” Tubbo shouts, from where he sits on a nearby wall, and taps his heels against the bricks impatiently. Beside him, Mike snickers.

Fit flips the two off before diverting his attention back to his family, and the familiar warmth blooms in his chest at the sight.

Pac stands back up and smiles warmly at Fit.

“Guess i’ve gotta go,” he says.

“Guess you do,” Fit nods. “Stay safe.”

Pac grins. “Please, Fitch,” he flexes his muscles. “Like anything would stand a chance against me.”

Fit prays to every deity that may exist that Pac does not notice the way he gulps.

Pac then winks and jogs over to Tubbo and Mike, and the three set off walking in the opposite direction.

Ramon and Richarlyson wave, and Pac waves back before Tubbo forcibly turns Pac back around to avoid him tripping over a boulder.

Once they are out of sight, both eggs look up at Fit.

“Right, Ramon, are you still having your sleepover with Empanada and Sunny?” Fit asks, and Ramon jumps in place before placing a sign.

‘yea, sunny will be upset with tubbo gone so i’ll comfort her’

“You’re a good brother, kid,” Fit smiles at his son. “But make sure one of Empanada’s moms messages me if you need anything.”

‘i won’t need anything but sure. have a good night :D’

Ramon barely finishes destroying his sign before Richas places his.

‘we will! have fun!’

“Have fun, Ramon,” Fit smiles, and Ramon nods before retrieving his warp stone and teleporting away.

He looks down at Richas, who is facing him in turn. The egg then begins dancing, as he frequently does.

Fit laughs. “Setting the pace for the rest of the night, huh?”

Richas jumps up and spins in the air before placing a sign.

‘can we play tag?’

“Sure!” Fit replies. “I have to warn you, though, i’m quicker than I look. You won’t win this war.”

Richas destroys his sign and throws his weight against Fit’s legs before he runs away.

“Guess i’m the tagger, huh?” Fit laughs as he sets off after the little egg. “I won’t hold back, Richas!”

Richas, having already gained a considerable distance, begins dancing in the middle of a flowerbed in what Fit assumes is a taunt.

It works.

—

It turns out, Fit absolutely will not win this war.

He practically wheezes against a tree as Richas strolls over, and tosses a water bottle at his feet. He accepts it gratefully and chugs the water, and slides down to the ground.

“I underestimated you,” Fit smiles through his rapid breaths. “I forgot you have…” he pauses for a moment, and begins counting on his fingers. “Six parents running around after you all the time.”

He pauses again. “That’s right, right? Six?”

Richas collapses to the floor dramatically and places a sign.

‘i don’t even know at this point KKKKKKK’

Fit laughs and Richarlyson jumps back up and into an elaborate dance move.

He, somehow whilst still performing the move, gets right in Fit’s face, in a silent yet very real challenge.

“You want a dance off?” Fit asks, and Richas nods.

Fit can hear multiple islanders’ laughs, shouts and squeals in the distance, meaning they are too close for him to even consider dancing.

“If we go somewhere where nobody can take incriminating photos of me dancing, you’re on. I will get my revenge.”


The excited jump Richas does after he says this is enough to make Fit’s heart swell - whenever he makes Ramon or Richas happy, he feels some sense of accomplishment that he never came close to feeling at any point in the wasteland.

‘FOLLOW ME!’ Richas writes before taking off in a fast run.

—

“You’re unbeatable,” Fit holds up his hands in surrender, from where is slumped against another tree - sweat pouring down his face and breaths coming out rapidly. “You know what I did before coming to the island, right?”

Richas sits on the ground opposite him.

‘killed people!’

Fit gently bites the inside of his cheek. “It had a bit more finesse to it than that, Richas. Ever heard the term mercenary?”

‘yeah but killing people sounds cooler’

“Only if they deserve it, that’s the difference,” Fit points at the egg. “Let that be a lesson from me to you, Richarlyson.”

‘i am educated >:D’

“You have some of the best and smartest parents on the island, you’re definitely educated,” Fit smiles.

Richarlyson simply nods.

‘can i ask you something?’

“Of course,” Fit replies, leaning back against the tree and stretching out his legs. “Anything.”

‘you said six parents before, right?’

Fit nods. “Yeah, your first four dads, Bagi and Roier.”

There is a pause before Richas moves again.

‘i have seven parents’

Fit’s breath catches in his throat, and his heart swells. It’s not a conversation they’ve had before - Ramon began calling Pac pai extremely early into Fit and Pac’s relationship, but Fit and Richarlyson weren’t at that stage yet, and Fit had decided he’d let Richas decide the pace.

“Richarlyson, you don’t need to say that if it’s too soon-“

Fit’s cut off by the egg throwing one of his many plushies at the man, hitting him straight in the forehead.

‘don’t ruin the moment KKKKKK’

He then runs into Fit’s arms and hugs him tightly. Fit can feel the tears pricking the back of his eyes, but wills them away using every ounce of inner strength he can muster. He hugs Richas back, and they stay in the embrace for at least a solid minute.

It’s Richas that steps back first.

“I’m honoured to be your dad, Richarlyson,” Fit smiles.

‘yeah, you and half the island xD’

Fit laughs heartily as Richas breaks into an impromptu dance.

“True as that may be,” Fit shrugs. “My point stands.”

Richas stops dancing.

‘and i’m honoured to be your son…. now that you and pai told me you’re dating’

Fit rubs the back of his neck and laughs nervously. “I thought Pac was going to tell you, I swear! I told Ramon and Pac was going to tell you!”

‘mhm sureeee but all this emotions talk has me sleepy’

“You sure it’s the emotional talk and not the fact you’ve been on the move for the past few hours?”

‘nope it’s the emotions talk’

Just as he’s about to write something else, Richas yawns loudly, though he tries to stifle it.

It’s an action that takes the rest of his resolve with it, as he simply makes grabby hands in Fit’s direction.

“You want me to carry you?” Fit asks for clarity, and Richas nods sleepily, still reaching for him.

And so Fit sweeps the dragon-hybrid into his arms and slings his backpack over his shoulder, and begins walking in the direction of their home.

As they walk, Fit hums various lullabies to help Richas sleep - a tactic that works a little too well as he begins snoring in only a couple of minutes.

It turns out that Richarlyson is just as hyperactive when asleep as he is when he’s awake - he constantly tosses and turns, and kicks in his sleep, resulting in Fit almost dropping him once.

But all Fit does is smile, as he carries on walking and smiling down at his sleeping son.

He dares to use the word aloud when he tucks Richarlyson into bed, with it being Pac’s usual night to have him overnight.

“Goodnight, son,” he says, smiling widely as the word falls from his tongue so naturally. “Kick ass in dreamland.”

Richarlyson - either having heard him or in the weirdest coincidence ever - snuggles further into the bedding and lifts an arm in a sleepy wave.

Fit’s smile doesn’t drop once he leaves the room - he wonders if he’ll ever stop smiling, but doesn’t see a reason to stop anytime soon.

After receiving confirmation from Bagi that Ramon is sleeping soundly with Empanada and Sunny, and confirmation from Pac that he, Mike and Tubbo arrived at their destination, Fit allows himself to relax.

He falls asleep soon after, with hazy dreams of golden futures that might actually be in reach.

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Little Meow Meow

Requested: No

Summary: You call Horangi your little meow meow and it ends up backfiring (but in a good way)

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Smut, I used a translator for Korean so it’s probably all wrong and actually says shit for brains, Reader has stretch marks, lightly implied that Reader is taller then Horangi.

A/N: @katdakat this is based off of the fact that in one of the tags on a Horangi piece you called him your little Meow Meow. I took that and ran with it.

“My little meow meow.”

“No.”

“Yes!” You say, back on your mischievous bullshit that Horangi hated to love. “You are my meow meow. Very small, very pathetic, I love you.”

“You weren’t saying that last night when I had you on your knees for me.” He said, amused when you go silent, growing a bit flustered. He smirked, reaching out to put both hands on your hips, dragging you forward and placing a kiss on your cleavage. “Do I need to remind you? Cause I’m more than happy to put you in your place.”

You felt your face heat up, looking away from him so you could try to collect yourself. He didn’t like that, however, one hand drifting up your side, along the curve of your neck, before cupping your face, turning you back towards him.

“Well, *새끼 고양이? I need an answer.” He purrs, pulling your face down so he could nip at your lips. “So? Do I need to remind you?”

“Maybe.” You say, whimpering quietly, desperately chasing his lips for a kiss when he started to pull back. That only earned you a harsh snack to your ass, making you yelp with a mix of pain and surprise.

“Disrespectful 새끼 고양이 don’t get what they want.” He chuckles, both hands on your face now, holding you still as he nuzzles his nose against yours, eyes narrowed and filled with wanting. “But maybe you can earn it. I’ll give you a minute and a half to strip down and lay on the bed. Not a second more.”

You didn’t need to be told twice, darting away before he had a chance to tighten his grip, clothes flying off into the air along with your giggles, your boyfriend’s rough laughs barely heard when you slam open the bedroom door, the knob embedding itself into the wall, a hole that would have to be fixed later. Just like the one in the mud room, the bathroom, in the shed outside…..

“Ready or not, here I come!” Hong-Jin called only a moment later, prompting you to dive onto the bed, knocking off several pillows and blankets in the process, just barely managing to get into a comfortable position before he slid around the corner, almost slipping and falling on his ass thanks to the thick socks he was wearing on the freshly cleaned wood floors. But, ever so nimble, he quickly righted himself, brown eyes sparkling like whiskey in a shot glass when the light filtering through the curtains hits them just right. “Ah, *착한 여자. Nice and ready for me.”

“Always.” You purr, just like the namesake that he always called you. Your tiger’s beloved 새끼 고양이, your stripes all on display for him, running down your ass and your thighs, on your arms, sides, belly. Oh and how he adored running his tongue over each and every one of them, worshipping you like some goddess of love and lightning. “C’mere, *내 사랑. You took too long, and now I’m lonely. Come make it better.”

“So dramatic.” He tuts, already stripping out of his civvies, his pants hitting the ground with a metallic thump from his belt. “But I love that about you too.”

“I know you do.” You say, lifting your ass up a little more when he steps closer, his hard cock nudging against your thighs then up further, sliding between your wet folds, the thick mushroom head bumping against your clit in a way that had you shivering.

“*너무 예뻐.” He mumbles, digging his thumbs into the dips of your hips before scraping his nails down and around, wrapping his arms around your waist and planting filthy kisses in the space between your shoulder blades. “So…so pretty. You always are.”

“And all for you.” You say, lips trembling when his nails dig into your belly, his cock rubbing back and forth through your folds until he pulled back enough to press the head against your opening, leaking precum all over the slit, teasing it with little thrusts in and out, stroking the flames of desire building in your stomach. But it wasn’t enough, and your attempts to push back and spear yourself open were only met with a tightened grip and a smack to the ass, a bite or two to the taunt skin of your shoulder blades.

“Yes, all for me. Just like I am all for you. Just like this-” He purrs, pushing an inch of himself into your warm cunt slowly, then stopping before pulling back out to only the tip. “Is all for you.”

“If it’s all for me then why won’t you fuck me with it?” You plead, breathe heavy and voice airy, hands clenched tight into the black sheets to try and gain some form of composure amidst your brain turning to mush.

“Hmmm?” He cooed, his smirk evident against your back, sharp teeth grazing over your skin. “Are you sure you want something so…..small and pathetic?” he says, punctuating his words by sheathing his whole cock inside you with one swift thrust, making you choke on air.

“I….I didn’t mean it.” You try and plead, your walls pulsing wetly around around his cock, trying to coax him to move again, to fuck you like you both wanted.

“Oh, but I think you did, 새끼 고양이.” He says, his chuckles reverberating up your spine. “And how could I ever pleasure you when I’m just so-” a single thrust, punching the air right out of your lungs “tiny-” another thrust, hard enough to cause you to cry out in ecstasy, tears building up in your eyes “and weak.” He says with a final thrust, only to stop once more, hips flush against your ass, his cock throbbing at the sudden change of pace.

“I’m sorry….I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it, I was just playing.” You swear, biting at one of your knuckles, taking deep heaving breaths to try and get back the ability to think and speak. “I promise! I swear! Baby, 내 사랑, please!” You beg with a little sob, relief welling up in your chest when he finally started to move, slow and shallow thrusts though they were. “OH! Yes! Just-Just like that!” You say, drooling, slobbering all over the pillows like a dog.

“Yeah, Baby. I know. Just how you like it.” He groaned, laving his tongue over the indents of where he’d bitten you, sucking and kissing as if begging for your forgiveness. “*기분은 좋은데?”

“S-so gooooood.” You tell him, eyes rolling back into your skull as he moves to dig his nails into the pale creases running along your thighs, denting them with crescent moons that you’d be feeling for days to come. “Always feel so good, 내 사랑.”

“So do you.” He grunts, shifting his body, propping one of his knees up on the edge of the bed and curving himself over you as much as he could, taking advantage of the new position to fuck into you even deeper. “So fucking hot and….wet. Feel like heaven around me, *천사.”

You whine, feeling overwhelmed by the sensations he was making you feel, his balls slapping against your clit with every thrust inward, each clap making you do a full body twitch.

“Gonna take it all, aren’t you?” He asks, digging his fingertips into your pale stretch marks, baring his teeth when you clenched down on him. “Not just my cock but my cum too, yeah? Gonna take every last drop, like a good girl.” He says, more a statement than a question. “You’ll take it all.”

*새끼 고양이 = Kitten

*착한 여자 = Good Girl

*내 사랑 = My Love

*너무 예뻐 = So Pretty

*기분은 좋은데? = Feels good, yeah?

*천사 = Angel

[inkofimagination]

if you don't write something about sharing a bed with hasan asap 😓😓😓 jk please 🥺🥺🥺

oh my god yes, the beloved one bed trope!

"Hey, our car is broken down and the mechanic can't fix it until the morning so, uh, we're looking for rooms?" Hasan says, tapping an uncomfortable fist on the dusty reception desk of the only motel in a twenty mile radius.

A young man behind the desk slides his tired eyes up away from his magazine to glance at the man interrupting him, gives him the once over and then leans to the left to see Y/N slumped in the wooden chair shoved up against the wall. The young man lowers his magazine when he sees Y/N and perks up slightly in his chair, eyes still resting on her. Noticing this, Hasan protectively steps in front of his line of sight, blocking her from his view.

"So about those rooms, dude?" he reminds.

The young man looks at him with disdain, few taps on the ancient computer keyboard, he drawls in a monotone voice, "We've got a suite available for three hundred dollars."

"Three hundred? Are you for real? Nah dude. We just need a basic room,"

"We're booked apart from the suite."

"We're in the asscrack of nowhere, man. We just need your cheapest room," Hasan tries to reason.

"That's the thing about the asscrack of nowhere – there's only one motel, and that's us. All we've got is the suite. Take it or leave it," the guy shrugs. "She could always stay with me," he adds, winking at the girl.

Hasan felt that he was about to go off and teach this guy a lesson for being so disrespectful when she held out a hand to calm him down and keep him from causing a scene, "We'll take the suite."

Hasan signs the unreasonable amount of paperwork and then places his hand at the small of her back to guide her to the room, purposely creating a makeshift wall between the girl and the creepy guy whose eyes are still lingering a little too long.

The travelers got to their shitty room and tried to order some kind of food. 

Y/N quickly volunteer to collect it.

"You've got to be kidding me-" Hasan begins, "Oh yeah, great idea Y/N! Let's send the hot girl out on her own into the night in the fucking deep, dark desert with the fucking creepy guy downstairs ready to pounce on you at any-"

She helds up a hand up to stop him, "First of all, i can defend myself so fuck off thinking you're my protector and secondly, thanks for calling me hot," she teases.

She also announced that she was going to sleep on the very small sofa at the side to try and get some sleep before early day starts tomorrow, since there was only one bed in the room.

"I can't let you sleep in there!" Hasan yells, much louder than necessary.

"Why not? It'll be fine. I'm just glad we're in the same room - that guy in the lobby seriously creeped me out."

"Y/N, come on. Your back will be crippled – it gives you enough trouble as it is," Hasan reasons, but she was having none of it.

"Look, rock, paper, scissors! If I lose you sleep on the shitty sofa, if you lose we are sharing."

With a sigh, she realises that this is the only way a decision will be made because she knows Hasan could argue about this ‘till the morning.

Of course, Hasan won because she always throws scissors first.

Hasan finally mutters, "Are you actually ok with sharing?’’

"Hasan, it's cool. I'm good with it if you are?" as she headed back towards the bed.

He nodded his head shyly, a little too quickly to be playing it cool, and then mumbles, "Yeah, of course. Just want to make sure you're comfortable.”

“Yes”

"Are you sure? I can get a little clingy."

Y/N laughs at how serious he looks before reassuring him, "I can handle a little clinginess for one night if I need to."

Eventually, the room fell silent. Y/N’s tiredness from the dramatic events of the day caught up on her because before you know it, her eyes are fluttering closed and, before her mind could think too deeply about sharing a bed with the boy who makes her heart race, she fell asleep.

It must be a few hours later when her eyes blinked open slowly and then closed again. Desperate to regain her much needed slumber, she tried to snuggle further down into the slightly scratchy pillow when she realised that she has been laid on her arm. Giving it a quick wiggle to try and get some feeling back, Y/N turned onto her right side so she wasn't laying on her fuzzy arm again.

As soon as she has turned and settled, eyes still resting shut, she felt the warmth of the body beside her much closer than it was when she drifted off to sleep.

Her stomach feels like it's about to drop when she takes in the view directly in front of her. Hasan was laying on his side, she realised that they both subconsciously were mirroring each other's positions; one arm under a pillow, the other resting lightly in the tiny gap between their bodies. If she would have moved her hand a little bit down, it would be holding his. 

A rustle sounds start coming from next to her and she felt the bed move slightly under his strong frame. 

Scared, Y/N slammed her eyes closed and tried her best to even out her breathing to convince him she was sleeping and absolutely not being a fucking creeper watching him sleep.

She felt feel his arm move from next to hers to probably to rub at his eyes – and then as it lands back on the covers, it's touching hers. Breathe, breathe, breathe.

"Watching me sleep?" Hasan mumbles, no louder than a whisper and Y/N considered her options: ignore him and continue with her acting of being asleep, or admit it, teasing him and steadfastly ignore the wild beating of her heart.

"I know you're not sleeping, Y/N" he whispers again with a small huff of laughter, placing his hand directly on top of hers and giving it a tiny shake.

Decision was made for her.

Y/N slowly cracked her left eye open again, then quickly close it and bury her head into the pillow when she saw his sleepy, grinning face a whisper away from hers, "Nope, fast asleep."

"No fair," he murmurs.

Intrigued by what he means, hand still held in his, she slowly remove most of her face from the pillow, or at least enough that he can see her raise an eyebrow at him, and then you speak.

"Why no fair?"

He smirks, playing delicately with the fingers on her hand and says, "You got to stare at me. I wanna join in."

Y/N huffs out a laugh. Teasing she can do. Teasing is safe, familiar territory. The implications of what he just said – what you know he meant - is not. "You wanna join in lookin' at you? Narcissist."

"No, dumbass, not nearly as interesting as looking at you."

Y/N‘s cheeks flush immediately and she felt her eyes close in order to retain some order of control over herself in this situation. She swallowed as she felt his rough, calloused fingers dance over her wrist, hovering over her pulse point and she felt weak at how exposed he's got her emotionally.

[ashleigghh]

Day 21- Christmas film. Jegulus and Pandalily, 533 words

“Diehard is a Christmas film!” Lily shouts, hitting James with a pillow after each word, moving around as he defends himself with his own pillow. 

“No, it’s not,” He shouts back, attempting to smack her over the head but being unsuccessful due to her fast reflexes, “Christmas films should be light and fun, with a happy ending, like the Christmas Chronicles!” 

“Diehard has a happy ending!” Lily argues, stopping her attack for a moment as she chases him around the living room. “It is a Christmas film.”

“No, it’s not even about Christmas,” James exclaims, ducking behind an armchair as Lily launches her pillow at him. They dart out of the room, still bickering back and forth, the sound of chairs scraping and walls getting bumped into drifting down the corridor. 

“Do you even understand what they’re fighting about?” Pandora asks, wincing slightly as what sounds like the both of them falling down echoes down the corridor and Lily shouts victoriously. 

“Not a clue,” Regulus replies, flicking the page of his book and trying to ignore their slightly crazy other halves. He really doesn’t understand the whole fight, why are there criteria? Surely it just has to be set at Christmas. 

Lily rushes back into the room, grabs the remote and brings up a film on the screen, moving as far away from the door as she can so James can’t snatch it back.

“The films already playing! You can’t stop it, you lose!” She teases, flicking off the lights as the screen lights up. James groans but graciously admits his defeat, flopping on the sofa next to Regulus, grabbing the book from his hands and sliding the bookmark on his current page and placing it to the side. 

“We have to get snacks first.” Pandora reaches over her girlfriends lap and pauses the film after only 11 seconds have played. James claps and points at Pandora as if she’s a genius, jumping up and pulling Regulus after him into the kitchen. 

“We’re watching both films so get plenty,” James smiles as he loads his arms full of all sorts of foods. Lily just rolls her eyes, sticking her tongue out at him, unwilling to admit they reached a compromise rather than her winning.

“Yeah, yeah whatever, you still lose.”

….

“Admit it! Diehard is the superior Christmas film,” Lily asks when both films are over, the four of them all spread out over various armchairs, beanbags and sofas. 

“She’s right James, it’s a Christmas film, and it’s so much better than the one you picked,” Regulus grins as Lily cheers and high-fives him. James grabs the front of his shirt, dramatically gasping and falling backwards as if he’s been shot.

“Betrayed,” He cries out, draping a hand across his forehead, “Betrayed by my beloved, how will I survive this.” He stands and goes to kneel in front of Pandora, clasping both of her hands in his and managing to keep a straight face as he asks.

“You take my side, don’t you?” Pandora laughs, glancing at Lily before she theatricallly whispers to James.

“Christmas Chronicles was better,” James cheers, pulling Pandora into a hug and spinning her around while Lily boo’s them.

[hayatoseyepatch]

SAMMM HIIIII I THINK I WANNA JOIN YOUR EVENT WITH UME 🥹

some the details about us:

obviously, we are polar opposites from our personalities. while i bring a calmness to his world, he adds so much excitement and joy to mine. clearly brings me out of my shell, makes me enjoy life without silly doubts that can sometimes ruin the fun for me

sooo we really love going ice skating. that's what we are most excited for as soon ad it gets cold. he's awful at it but is so innocently uncaring about making a fool of himself that it helps me get over my shyness and have a good time. i used to be a pro figure skater but dropped it for unfortunate reasons and always regretted it. just imagine him falling on his ass and looking up with his silly cute grin ugh

another thing i love and made him enjoy is going to christmas markets and explore everything but since i can get super overwhelmed in big crowds, having him by my side is a sort of security that i missed before; it's so easy to have a good time

definitely have to try all the new seasonal items. he's a big eater, so i can get a taste of everything without having to worry about food waste hehe

new years eve!! definitely a little party with everyone and a hot spring get-away trip the day after to start into the new year relaxed and cozy is a tradition by now

preferences: i love this season for the winter, less for christmas. always love the snow, the pale blues, winter sunshine, new years eve, snow, cozy cuddle sessions :>

i couldn't resist to include my selfship art hehe @/catyypss

THE WAY I WAS SO EXCITED FOR THIS ASK. Listen you know you and Ume is one of my favorite ships ever. So I absolutely RAN at the opputunity to do this.

I love how well you and Ume compliment eachother, you balance eachother out so perfectly and its so beautiful. You ground him and he pulls you out of your comfort zone a bit and I love love love it.

You know that this is canon absolutely 100 percent. You, me, Ume, and Suo have our double date nights always. I tried to keep more of a winter theme for this one with a little sprinkle of holiday. I hope you like it my beloved Winter!! ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭

Suprise! A little drabble for you ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

Umemiya hummed happily, holding your ankle as he removed your boots, sliding your foot into the skates. Languidly lacing them for you, pressing a kiss to each of your knees as he completed his task.

“How’s that baby? Not too tight right?”

He beams when you confirm they were laced appropriately, going to work putting on his own skates before going to touch your shoes in the cubby. He wouldn’t lie, he was a bit nervous, having never skated before himself. But, when you had told him your love for it, how could he possibly not set this up? Umemiya would do anything to make you smile, even if that meant making a fool of himself. As he approached you once more, he offered you his signature smile and a hand as you both made your way to the ice, already feeling a bit unsteady on his feet.

“Okay, angel, you just gotta promise me you wont laugh at me too much when I do eventually bust my as, okay?”

He laughs, awarded with the melodic sound of your laughter, gasping playfully when you shoot back a ‘no promises, Haji’. Dramatically spalling a hand over his chest in mock offense.

“Fine then, I’m tasking you with the safety of my butt, my love.”

He hangs onto the guardrails, perfectly content in watching from the sidelines at the graceful way you glide along the ice. You were always nothing less than stunning in his eyes, but seeing you so in your element had him falling in love with you all over again. He smiled when you approached him once more, taking his hands in yours as you pulled him aways from the wall. He was fine for a while, keeping steady on his feet. However he got too cock, deciding to move on his own.

Big mistake.

He felt his skate slide against the slippery surface of the ice, grabbing your waist for balance only to bring you down with him. Yelping as he went sown, lading flat on his ass, gripping onto you so he took the brunt of the fall. Your eyes wide in shock from the loss of balance, looking up at him with concern flashing across your features.

“Shit, Haji are you okay?”

Your concerned tone is met with a loud peal of laughter. Just smiling up at you before he pulls you down, placing a sweet kiss to your lips before the two of you fumble to stand. Once you secure your balance once more he rubs the back of his neck.

“I guess I need more practice, huh?”

[michellesmusing]

For the fun of it...

"Operation: Annoy Flynn"

The bunker had never been quieter. With the Time Team out on a mission, Garcia Flynn leaned back in a chair, attempting to enjoy the rare moment of solitude. He had a book in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.

That peace was short-lived.

“Flyyyyyynn!” came a sing-song voice from the far end of the bunker. Aleksandra Brulh popped her head around the corner, her red hair tied up in a messy bun. She was carrying a tray covered by a suspicious-looking cloth.

Flynn lowered his book just enough to glare at her. “What do you want, Aleksandra?”

“Nothing! I just thought you might like some cookies I made. You like cookies, don’t you?” she said, batting her eyelashes dramatically.

Flynn’s eyes narrowed. “You? Made cookies?”

Aleksandra gasped, clutching her chest as if offended. “How dare you question my baking skills! They’re delicious. Try one!”

He eyed the tray warily. “If I get food poisoning, I’m blaming you.”

He reached for a cookie, but as soon as he picked it up, a small pop sounded, and a puff of flour exploded in his face. Aleksandra burst into laughter, doubling over as Flynn sat there, stunned and covered in white powder.

“You should’ve seen your face!” she wheezed.

Flynn wiped the flour from his eyes, his expression one of pure exasperation. “Aleksandra, do you have any concept of self-preservation?”

She grinned. “Nope! But you do, so it evens out.”

"Payback"

Flynn wasn’t one to let pranks slide. The next morning, Aleksandra found her beloved phone encased in a solid block of Jell-O on the counter.

She screamed. “You’ve got to be kidding me!”

Flynn walked past her with a smug smile. “Fair’s fair. And don’t worry—it’s lime. You like lime, don’t you?”

Aleksandra glared at him, but there was a glint of admiration in her eyes. “Alright, Flynn. It’s war.”

"The Stink Bomb Incident"

A few days later, Flynn entered his quarters only to gag and stumble back into the hallway. The room reeked of rotten eggs.

“ALEKSANDRA!” he roared.

From the end of the hall, Aleksandra peeked out with a devilish grin. “What’s the matter, Flynn? Don’t like my new perfume?”

Flynn pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re predictable,” she shot back, disappearing around the corner.

"An Unlikely Alliance"

Despite the constant pranks, Flynn couldn’t help but admire Aleksandra’s creativity and tenacity. She reminded him of his own daughter, which softened his annoyance—just a little.

One evening, after another day of back-and-forth antics, Aleksandra sat beside him at the bunker’s dining table, fidgeting with a small device.

“What are you working on?” he asked gruffly.

“Nothing,” she said, then hesitated. “Okay, fine. It’s a remote-controlled prank spider. I’m going to set it loose in Rufus’s quarters.”

Flynn smirked. “Let me see.”

To her surprise, he took the device and began tinkering with it. “If you adjust this here, it’ll move faster. And you’ll need a stronger signal if you want it to work through the bunker walls.”

Aleksandra stared at him, wide-eyed. “You’re helping me?”

“Let’s call it... mentorship,” he said with a shrug.

Her face lit up. “You’re not as grumpy as you pretend to be, you know.”

Flynn groaned. “Don’t push your luck.”

"Prank Gone Wrong"

The war between Aleksandra and Flynn had escalated to a whole new level. After weeks of flour, stink bombs, and even a few sabotaged alarm systems, Flynn decided to up the ante.

One morning, Aleksandra wandered into the kitchen, bleary-eyed and stretching, only to find the floor covered in what looked like regular kitchen tiles. She yawned, stepped forward—and then immediately slipped on a slick, soapy surface hidden beneath the tiles.

She flailed wildly, crashing into the counter and then the floor with a dramatic thud. The sound of Flynn’s laughter echoed from the hallway.

“You... you tricked me with soap!” she yelled, sitting up and rubbing her hip.

Flynn appeared in the doorway, arms crossed, a grin plastered on his face. “You should’ve seen your face,” he teased. “I would’ve put up a warning sign, but that would’ve ruined the fun.”

“I’m going to get you for this, Flynn,” she warned, though her voice had a slight tremor.

“Sure, kid,” he replied, his grin still wide. “I’ll be waiting.”

"The Great Spider Scare"

Aleksandra wasn’t about to let Flynn have the last laugh. With her new, upgraded spider prank in hand, she snuck into the main corridor. The plan was simple: release the creepy-crawly right when Flynn was heading to the kitchen for his coffee.

But as soon as she hit the button, the spider didn’t just skitter toward Flynn—it launched across the floor, right under his feet. Flynn yelped, stumbling backward and crashing into the table, sending his coffee mug flying.

“You... are relentless,” Flynn muttered, wiping the coffee from his shirt. His glare at Aleksandra could have melted metal.

But Aleksandra, watching from the doorway, couldn’t hold back her laughter. “You looked ridiculous,” she managed to say through giggles.

Flynn wasn’t done yet. He stepped forward with an exaggerated, theatrical sigh. “Alright, alright, you win. But this battle isn’t over.”

"The Accident"

Later that afternoon, Aleksandra was feeling a little too cocky after her latest victory. She raced around the bunker, dodging Flynn and the others as she took shortcuts through the narrow hallways.

It was during one of her usual runs down the hall, where the floor was still slightly wet from her earlier prank, that disaster struck.

Her foot caught on the corner of a rug, twisting awkwardly beneath her as she tried to correct her balance.

Aleksandra gasped, collapsing to the ground, clutching her ankle. The pain shot up her leg, and for the first time in weeks, she felt something that wasn’t defiance or mischief: vulnerability. She winced, tears welling up in her eyes.

Flynn, who had been walking down the hall with a tray of food, saw her fall. He froze, his eyes wide with concern for a split second before he rushed over.

“Aleksandra,” he said, kneeling beside her. “Are you alright?”

She clenched her jaw, trying to hold back the tears. “I’m fine,” she muttered, but the tears started falling anyway.

Flynn’s expression softened. He wasn’t used to seeing anyone—least of all Aleksandra—so unguarded. He gently placed a hand on her uninjured leg, keeping his distance but showing a rare glimpse of warmth.

“You’re not fine,” he said quietly. “Let me take a look at it.”

She sniffled, looking away. “I hate being weak. I’m just trying to keep up with you guys, and now this…”

Flynn’s voice softened even further, an unfamiliar tenderness in his words. “You’re not weak, Aleksandra. Everyone gets hurt sometimes. It doesn’t mean you’re any less... strong.”

She looked at him, startled by his sincerity. “I don’t want to be weak,” she whispered, her voice small.

Flynn hesitated, then reached for the first aid kit in his bag. “You’re not weak. And this isn’t the end of the world, either. You’ll heal. And when you do, we’ll just make sure to get you some new tricks for next time.”

Her lips quivered, and she gave a reluctant smile. “You really know how to ruin a good prank, don’t you?”

Flynn chuckled, carefully wrapping her ankle with a bandage. “Maybe. But I think you’ve had enough victory for today.”

"The Aftermath"

After Flynn had wrapped her ankle and set her up with some ice, Aleksandra leaned back, still feeling a little sore but also... strangely comforted. She hadn’t expected him to be gentle with her, much less give her such sincere words of reassurance.

“Flynn,” she said quietly, almost hesitantly, “thanks.”

He raised an eyebrow, not quite meeting her gaze. “Don’t mention it. You’re stuck with me, remember? Can’t have you injured and unable to torture me with more pranks.”

Aleksandra smiled, the playful gleam back in her eyes despite her injury. “Oh, don’t worry. You’ve only seen the beginning.”

Flynn leaned back, his usual smirk making a reappearance. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

She stuck out her tongue playfully. “Get used to it.”

As she sat there, resting her ankle, a small part of her couldn’t help but feel thankful for the unexpected moments of kindness that even someone like Flynn could offer. Even if he was still the biggest pain in her side.

[goldenworldsabound]

Word Find Game...TWO

Rules: search for the given words in your WIP(s). If you don't have a word, you can use a variation on it or a word with a similar meaning. Then choose new words for the people you tag to look for in their WIP(s).

BONUS TAG FROM @kylilah!!! My beloved friend

WORDS: time, hands, gaze, heart, serene

Since this is the second time I'll be skipping tag but eee excited

S6

Tdp s6 companion fic...mega angst lol

"It's...complicated." He offered up a weak smile, which Wendy matched, the strain on their face clear. But at the same time, he saw some sort of relief in their gaze. They wanted to know, but they didn't. It was a mercy not to tell them, even as he desired to unburden himself on them as he always had. That was a cycle he needed to break. "Why aren't you wearing your pendant?"

Wendy looked surprised, turning their hand palm up, the chain shifting and sliding across it as they stared down.

"It's complicated," they replied, with a small smile.

Viren chuckled softly. "I suppose that's fair."

"I'm glad you see reason," Wendy's smile was growing, expression soft.

"You were always good at making me see it."

Their smile fell, and Viren knew he had said something wrong.

"Except when it mattered most." Their voice was a whisper.

Pouty

old Rufus fic when I was still exploring the dynamic and his character!

Rufus stood behind the couch, grumbling and sighing heavily. He tapped his fingers on the back of it, sneaking a glance to see if Aura was paying attention to his antics. She wasn't, of course. She was glued to the television screen. He repeated the performance, sighing extra loud to get her attention. When she continued to not notice, he scowled, growing annoyed.

"Are you just going to ignore me forever?" Rufus snapped.

"What? Hang on, I'm just about done with this battle-"

"No! No hanging on." Rufus grabbed the controller out of her hands, but not before Aura could frantically smash the pause button.

"Rufus!" Aura whined, turning around on the couch and shifting such that she was now kneeling on the cushions, her hands gripping the back of it. "What are you- why?" She frowned at him.

"Because you've been ignoring me, Aura!" Rufus snapped back, putting a hand to his forehead and sighing. "I've been standing here sighing for, oh I don't know, five minutes? And you didn't even react at all!"

Read To Me

Healen fic in the og RufAura timeline

"It was at that moment that the group realized," Aura paused for dramatic effect, eyes focused on the book in their hand, "that while they had won this battle, the war was far from over." They lowered the book, gaze going to Rufus, who's head was resting in her lap as she sat propped up in bed against the wall.

"...that's the end of the chapter?" Rufus asked, sounding unimpressed. He raised his brows in disbelief.

Aura laughed, the hand that had been stroking his soft blonde locks shifting to ruffle them affectionately instead. "It's a little dramatic, but we can allow the author that, can't we?"

"Well, we could, if they weren't so overly fond of such quips to begin with." Rufus clicked his tongue, before smiling wryly up at Aura.

Welcome To S

Ainosuke x Aura chapterrr

"...oh." Langa hung his head a little. "This is Void-"

"I got that much!" Reki squawked indignantly.

"-and she used to ski, so I thought maybe she should try rollerskates instead of a board!"

"...is that even allowed?" Reki murmured, frowning.

"Um, Langa?" Aura smiled weakly at him.

"Hm?"

A place you can be yourself. It was worth a shot, at least.

"<I'm actually, um, nonbinary, so I use they/them pronouns>," they explained softly, their heart pounding.

"<Nonbinary...>" His eyes clearly said how cool he thought that was, sparkling full force again.

"What?" Reki interjected, looking between the two of them.

"Reki, Void is...mm...I don't know how to say that word." Langa looked put out.

"Not a boy, not a girl, not something in between," Aura said, shrugging at Reki.

"Oh. Yeah. Nonbinary. Cool. Well, welcome to S, though I'll admit, I'm a little bit baffled by how you ended up here without even knowing it was for skateboarding." Reki looked at them dubiously.

AC

the fic I planned as a companion piece for RufAura during the events of Advent Children.

"You will go to Edge. Take Darkstar with you, and hide yourselves." Rufus said calmly. Reno made a quiet sound of surprise, Rude's brows twitching a fraction.

"Rufus, I- what do you mean?" Aura kept their breathing calm as they stared at Rufus, who looked slightly past them.

"I mean now. You will be safe there."

It clicked then. Aura's hands balled into fists, expression hardening into a frown.

"I will not." She stared him down. He met her gaze finally, surprise evident in his wide eyes and slightly open mouth. He recovered quickly, his own expression mirroring hers.

"You will-"

"I won't!" Aura interrupted, stomping one foot on the ground angrily. "Kadaj is dangerous. Something could happen to you! I-"

"That's why you need to go." Rufus interrupted, frustration edging into his voice. He could see the outcome of her staying easy enough. "If he figures out how much you mean to me, I-" he paused, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself. His voice was quiet again when he continued. "All will be lost."

Kadaj would kidnap her. With Aura in his hands, Rufus would be forced to comply. The mere thought of Kadaj and his gang getting hold of her, hurting her...he knew he would cave immediately. He couldn't play the game with her life on the line. Not her.

[onlyjaeyun]

DADDDYYYSSSS HOMEEEE 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️ greetings my beloved angel zadie <3 🤲 i have returned ☝️ as i had been spending my time the past few days attempting to collect my thoughts and opinions on CH in order to serve a full complete rant 🙏🏼😁 anywho so i might not be able to cover all the events for the past 3 or so chapters but hello 😀 hoon fist fuck event🧍‍♀️. see now i’m all about obsessive men and all that but what the actual FUCK. wdym jakyung begged him to be vocal but he couldn’t and bro was whimpering moaning AND panting her (yn) name while he was masturbating HELLOOOOOOOOOO 🏃‍♀️ the GRIP i had on my phone while reading that chapter what the hell help me ya allah what the HELLLLLL🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️ im still losing my mind over it cuz not only is hoon hitting them beyoncè notes in the room when he thinks about yn bro ALSO can’t cum WITHOUT the thought of her😀 pussy so good left his dick non-functional 🤕 (i’m losing my sanity btw cuz now i know when hoon finally gets to hit it again 1) bros gonna be cumming the MOMENT he bottoms out and 2) bros gonna turn INTO beyoncè HERSELF.)

there’s just smth about the way that u wrote hoon being so pathetic and desperate for yn it’s just OOOOOO like it HITS THE SPOT MA’AM 🙏🏼 IT DO IT REALLY DO 🙏🏼 💯that whole chapter had me gripping my sheets. and the moment i finished it i started to literally feel earth’s rotation on heeseung i started seeing frequencies on niki i started hearing shapes like that shit altered my brain’s chemistry i’m telling u bro fr fr wallahi 🙏🏼 ANYWHO going back to the hoon fist fuck event (not really just pathetic hoon himself) i know his ass is gonna be dramatically sliding down the wall while gripping his hair and listening to needy by ariana grande when the gc brings up yn’s hook up with fuma 😭 like i know damn well bros gonna film 3 different sad music videos istg. looking at the camera all sad and shit. “you & i” by one direction but make it park sunghoon version. (also yn posting a very revealing sexy bad bitch hot girl summer ahh story with needed me by rihanna after she knows hoon is down bad diabolically expeditious for her When.) (i NEED sunghoon to rip his hair out at that like it’s not a want it’s a need i need him to lose his mind as payback for him being a sassy mf 😒) (u rlly think u the shit bitch. U NAWT EVEN THE FART 🥱) (i literally have no clue why i have beef with sunghoon rn don’t ask 😭) sunghoon u really fumbled the bag dawg 🤣🫵 pathetic ahh. look where your “snowflakes” and “ur parents never loved yous” got you sunghoon. IN MISERY FOR GOOD PUSSY 🤣🤣🤣🤣🫵🫵🫵 (ik he’s gonna win the bag again soon but let me have my moment) anyways sPEAKING OF FUMA 🙈 now when i tell u… that was so embarrassing. fuma why r u like this like r u not embarrassed. r u not ashamed of urself. do u have no dignity. what’s ur phone number. what’s ur address. what’s ur fav type of flower baby? white chocolate or milk chocolate angel boy? (do they make men like fuma anymore 💔) i’m so so so glad yn has a man like fuma in her life. (he did the bare minimum but he better be the fucking standard especially after that aftercare i’m LOOKING AT YOU BITCHASS SUNGHOON 🫵WITH YOUR BIGASS EGO DAMN😟) i can’t wait to see more fuma & yn (and sunghoon’s desperate jealous ass) like im so seated for all the upcoming events with fuma 🫶🏼🫶🏼 anyways so now let me ask u a serious question haha … 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂how do i become tsuki pls i need heeseung so bad this is not a joke😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂like bro i totally wasn’t punching air at all the tsuki & hee references😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂ion even like hee like that it’s coo😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂(typing this shit with tears in my eyes while looking at my heeseung lockscreen💔) idk what i was expecting when i became a heeseung stan hes a PLAYAAAA🗣️ always whoring around ☹️#Hee4DaStreets ❗️ANYWAYS let’s move on i can always reread poison (masterpiece sent from above) anytime which i will be doing very soon bcs i miss my man 🤕🤕

alright now that that’s out of the way idk what to say other than i love the triplets (the older ones) with yn sm 💔 especially jaeyun bcs him & yn r like this 🤞 fr. and hEESEUNG GOT HIS DICK BITTEN 🤣🤣🫵🫵🫵🫵 that’s what your ass gets for whoring around😒😒😒😒(i’m jk don’t jump me) but anywho jaeyun is just like me. idk how to act around hot Women 🙏🏼 (can’t spell women without W!!) he’s so real he represents me in the story so well. anyways thoughts & prayers for jongseong’s nonexistent dry ahh sex life🙏🏼 (side note: jay baby i’m always just a call away🫶🏼) (and to think that i was calling hee a whore i’m sorry *looks away* 😕)

anywho sending u so so so much love babyyyy !! thank u sm for the consistent updates (and i’m really happy u like my asks as much as i like taking over ur inbox with my yapping 😔🫶🏼) sending u so many hugs & kisses take care of urself angel !!! <333

-⁉️

THERES MY BABY GET YOURSELVES COMFY BC WE ARE IN FOR A RIDE LETS GO 🤭🤭🤭🤍

IM SO HAPPY YOU ENJOYED ALL THE RECENT CHAPS AND AS USUAL YOUR REVIEW WILL NEVER NOT MAKE ME GIGGLE AND KICK MY FEET I LOVE AND APPRECIAGE YOU SO MUCH 😭😭😭🤍

1.) hoon's fist fuck event was a rollercoaster for us all and i love how i can tell you went from oh... to oh?? to WHAT THE FUCK?? bc that represents most of us very well im aftaid 🤕 and yk i gotta ghallenge that cocky fucker by twking away his ability to last long bc he's gonna cum the SECOND he gets another taste, we're talking face buried in her cunt hands free just humping the air and shit 🥰🥰

2.) AAAH PLS I LOVE HOW YOU NEVER NOT CLOWN CH!HOONIE BC HE DESERVES IT AND YOU ALWAYS EAT 🤥🤥 not the mvs and pathetic crying i love you sm ngl i was a little worried when i got to the fuma part bc i was like wHAT DID I WRITE ??? but then i realised youre just as down bad as we are 🤕 AND IM SORRY FOR GIVING TSUKI A GF THIS TIME I HAD TO MAKE HIM TAKE ONE FOR THE TEAM AND YOU STAN A FLIRTY LIBRA WHORE SO THIS ISNT MY FAULT AT ALL 🤕🤕🤕

3.) i am SO relieved you guys sre enjoying their dynamics and actually know how close jaeyun and y/n are because their bond will be super important for future chaps!!!!

thank you so so so much for this baby, i hope you're taking good care of yourself and know how much i love and appreciate you 🥺🥺🥺 youre the best, my idol and role model ilysm 🤍💓💗💕💞

[just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi]

I gotta give Dylan's only fried our beloved boi:

ALEX!!

I’m trying to come up with my reasoning but like. This one.

But with a like, over-acted, VERY Dramatic Theme. Like dramatically grabbing at doors and sliding down a wall lol.

[sincerelywhistler]

AAAAAAAHHHHSHXJDJFJWJE

Romi has me out here kicking and screaming and crying and dramatically sliding down the wall into a flood tide of my own happy tears fr🥹 My beloved best boy Ceb and Morgan’s friendship is so damn sweet. Thank you endlessly for this treasure, friend🤍

chapter 69 nice

ROMIIIII <3

I’m wishing you the comfiest and coziest winter season, my friend! I’ve been devouring every morsel you post like I need it to breathe, so thank you for being you and what a sweet and TALENTED you at that :)

I’m a lil bit late to the party, but I’ll never NOT be in my David/Asher feels, if you’re up for it! The prompts, “Does this happen a lot?” and/or, “it's natural. it's part of you. of course i don't hate it,” especially caught my eye. Curious to see how your brain would choose to interpret that hehe. Much love! 🤍

Thank you for your understanding of my inability to fill David/Asher requests, @sincerelywhistler! Although I could not deliver that for you, I hope that this oneshot featuring Morgan and your delightful OC, Cebalrai does them (and you!) justice. I also managed to include the dialogue prompts you wanted. Please enjoy! Thank you for sharing your boi with us all, and for giving me the chance to feature Ceb in a story.

Rating: G; WC: ~2.2K ; Prompts: “Does this happen a lot?” ; “it's natural. it's part of you. of course i don't hate it,” Cebalrai (sadism-demon!OC) and Morgan Kyne

Read the oneshot on AO3!

[cpidsworld]

MMMMMMMMM<3

[forbidding-souda]

Hello I'm new here! Could I request Gundham Tanaka x a male s/o who likes being called pet names like "sweetie" and "honey". Thank you!

Gundham Tanaka with a boyfriend who likes being called romantic pet names

this one is hella cute *screams and cries into a pillow*

currently watching: now you see me 2

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-Mod Souda

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✯ The transition from supervillain petnames to romantic petnames took awhile. To him, romance is knowing that you are his partner in crime. He may be the lord of the underworld but you can be the... prince! If you wanted to [he wants you to want to]. Him referring to you as his treasure and his beloved ("my beloved companion formed by the collision between rock and star") was about as romantic as he got. I think if you don't tell him what petnames you like to be called, it wouldn't matter, because once he watches a romantic movie, he realized what he must do in order to obtain your undying love (his words).

"Oh, my honey," he kisses up your hand, his voice vibrating against your skin. "My honey, my honey." He kisses you as if the two of you are basking in the moon around a gazebo covered in roses. He continues, "for if you are my honey, I excrete the vulnerability of Aristaeus, and you create love that flies from the deepest despair of them all." "You're so poetic today." "Thank you..." He mumbles. "I rehearsed that one..." "And it paid off," you kiss his cheek before placing a small peck on his lips. "I love you." His cheeks flush a pink and his eyes dart away nervously. He drops the dramatic voice, his hands clenching his scarf. "I love you, too..."

✯ Okay but imagining him saying "sweetheart" in his deep voice is making me scream and cry and slide down the shower wall.

✯ When the two of you are laying next to each other, he'll place his hand on the back of your head and press his forehead to yours.

✯ He used to call you the devil but it was a term of endearment he swears.

✯ He thinks you're the most stunning man he has ever seen and he will let you know it.

✯ He will bow down and kiss your knuckles if it speaks to you better than his words do.

✯ "My darling", is one he saves for within the walls of your home.

[icedthoma]

AAA 24 AND TOHMA PLEASE I JUST KNOW THAT PROMPT WOULD SUIT HIM SO WELL

pairing: thoma x reader

prompt: patting their head

notes: no bc headpats are so underrated. i genuinely love them LMAO. hope you enjoy! 

“oh my goodness, hi!” against your will, your voice slightly increases in pitch at the sight of the komore teahouse’s beloved manager perched atop the front counter like usual. no matter how many times you come here, taroumaru’s round face is always a welcome sight. 

it’s embarrassing how any sense of composure you portray to the rest of inazuma flies out the window within these walls, but who could blame you when met with a face like his?

“it’s so good to see you,” you sigh, sinking down on a stool. “how’s business?”

“woof!”

“hah, i bet.” with taroumaru’s permission, you lean over and scratch behind his ears, immediately losing your fingers in the soft fur. all the stress from your work in the yashiro commission seems to fade away the more you pet him, and judging from the way he leans into your hand, taroumaru seems to be enjoying it too. 

you don’t even realize how much time had passed until someone clears their throat from the tea house’s main hall. jumping to your feet, you sheepishly lock eyes with none other than thoma, who had been the whole reason for you coming here to begin with. 

“glad to see you could make it,” he says with a raised brow, folding his arms from where he’s leaning on the opening to the hallway. 

hurriedly waving goodbye to taroumaru, you follow thoma to the room he had reserved for the two of you. food and tea are already set out on the table, your usual order completed to perfection.

“sorry for keeping you waiting,” you laugh in light embarrassment. “were you here for long?”

“i was waiting forever and ever for you, my love,” he swoons dramatically, one hand pressed to his forehead and a forlorn look etched onto his face. “i almost considered getting a head start on the food myself, thinking you would never show up...”

rolling his eyes at his antics, you jab an accusatory finger in his direction. “in my defense, you know how hectic it’s been at the manor recently! and taroumaru’s such a good stress reliever. he’s so soft and cute...”

thoma stares at you dumbfounded as you mimic the action of petting taroumaru in the air. “but i invited you here so we could destress together--can you stop that?”

“i’m here now, aren’t i?” you pause as he grabs your hands to halt their motion, a small pout beginning to form on his face. “what? petting taroumaru is stress relieving too!” 

“yeah, but--” thoma abruptly cuts himself off with a huff, opting to squeeze your hands tighter for a second. “oh, never mind.”

a knowing grin spreads on your face at his actions. “thoma, you’re not jealous, are you?”

“why would i be jealous of a dog?” he exclaims far too quickly, the blush creeping onto his cheeks also giving him away. “i’d...never...”

biting your lip to avoid bursting out into laughter, you reach up to cup thoma’s face in your hands, effectively silencing whatever he was going to say next. you gently rub your thumbs over his cheekbones before sliding one hand up to pat the top of his head twice, allowing your fingers to briefly card through the soft blond strands as you pull away. 

“there,” you say in satisfaction, unable to resist the mischievous grin that follows. “better?” 

thoma looks like he’s about to short circuit, what with the blush on his face rapidly intensifying. “s-sure,” he says with a cough, turning his face away for a moment to regain his composure. “uh, how about we eat before the food gets cold?”

“agreed.” you gladly join him at the table and grab as much food as you want. “and, if its any consolation, i think you’re even cuter. so no need to be jealous.”

“i never said i was!”

“uh huh.” 

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