#glad this is a regular occurrence for me now

[bernardsbendystraws]

𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐥𝐥 — 𝐌.𝐒.

synopsis: Matt loves his pretty doll.

warnings: SMUT , praise kink, lingeries, and more.

ʚ with love and big tits, Rose ɞ

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Looking into the mirror, I smooth over the delicate lace hugging my skin. I felt so pretty. The woman staring back at me seemed foreign, some type of angel with a new found confidence. 

Matt was supposed to be home any minute. He had done a quick run out to go help Nick pick up something from the warehouse. 

To say my sweet boyfriend was pissed off at that was an understatement. Some type of concert had made getting an Uber impossible for Nick. Matt was his only option. 

He had left angrily as I started to clean up dinner. We had made a pasta dish we both enjoyed, cooking together and playing music as we swayed in the kitchen. Although that could be classified as any other regular day for a couple, it wasn’t for us. Neither of us enjoyed going out in public. We both got overwhelmed by surroundings and we just wanted to be able to appreciate each other fully. 

I was now glad he had to leave for a brief trip. In fact, I was grinning ear to ear as I adjusted the mesh fabric on my hips. My skin peeking through the lace seems to have a certain type of softness in the way it looks. The lingerie set had been bought a week ago when I was out shopping, but I hadn’t built up the courage to wear it yet. Not until now. 

Placing my silk bathrobe on, I tie the front as I walk to the living room of our shared apartment. The couch sinks with my weight as I pull the robe to cover my legs. 

Time moves slowly as I watch Matt’s location move through my phone screen. I see his car stop at Nick’s place, moving toward our apartment. 

It took approximately four minutes from the two destinations. After all, it was basically a daily occurrence to visit his brothers. 

The only thing to do is wait. 

Rolling my lips on my teeth, I feel the muscle plump up. My heart lurches in my throat as the door jiggles, unlocking. 

Matt is looking towards the ground as he slides off his shoes and shuts the door. He lets out a brief sigh as his eyes wander upward, squinting with a smile as he looks straight at me. 

“Hi, baby. Sorry, I tried to be as quick as possible.” he says, leaning a kiss on the top of my head. His hands wander down, rubbing his palms over my silk covered shoulders. “Are you tired? Do you not wanna watch the movie anymore?” he questions. 

“No, I…I just wanted to change. That’s all.” I rush out, biting into my cheek as I try to keep my eyes calm. 

Matt cocks his head to the side with confusion. His hand runs up and rubs along my jawline. Bringing his face down to mine, he plants a soft kiss onto my lips. “M’kay. I’ll go change into my sweats and we can just cuddle up, okay? Be right back.” he says, pushing his lips onto mine once more before walking around to the bedroom. 

My leg starts to shake anxiously while I wait for him. I hear the shuffle of his movements, each time I suspect his feet to be pattering back into the living room, my throat starts to overflow with saliva. 

What if he doesn’t like it? 

What if it’s too much? 

What if it’s not enough?

Sex was incredible with Matt. He always made sure the intimacy started before the bedroom and sex was never just expected. Sometimes it was slow morning sex, other times it was a way to reconnect after a long day. It was never anything crazy. He treated me with the utmost respect, making sure I felt incredible and relaxed. 

“Hey, sweetheart, do you want me to rub your back? I know you said it was hurtin’ earlier.” 

My eyes snap out of the trained daze on the blank TV, looking over to see him sitting beside me on the couch, turning my shoulder to gain better access as he starts to massage the tissue. 

“Is this good? You want me to move your robe a bit?” 

His fingers dance under the fabric. My eyes go wide as I push his hand off, pulling the silk back in place. 

“No, no, no, it’s…it’s fine…really,” I quiver the words out with rushing anxiety. My posture straightens as I feel Matt hug my arms, pulling me against his chest. 

His lips press soft kisses on my beating pulse. I can practically hear the drum in my ears as my chest aches from holding my breath. “What’s up? Are you okay?” he whispers. His breath hitting against my neck makes the hairs along the skin stick up straight, a static warmth burying in the pit of my gut with anxiety and anticipation.  

“I—-uh, yeah. It’s just, you don’t have to do all that,” I squint my eyes shut at the poor excuse of a lie. 

Matt sways me side to side in his arms before trailing his hands back up to my shoulders. “Sweetheart, I love takin’ care of you. Just, let me help you relax. Here,” 

His fingers brush the silk down with ease. My bare shoulder shivers from the cold air, soothed as his fingers run along the skin. The lace strap shields part of his body heat as he traces over the fabric delicately. I feel his hand gather my hair, moving it to reveal the clear scene. 

“Fuck…”

I fight the urge to push him away as his breath swarms onto my skin. The tip of his nose dances along the side of my neck, stopping at the edge of my shoulder. 

“Is this for me, baby?” he asks. My body leans further against him as his palm presses me closer to his chest. The motion leaves the silk sleeve dropping further, exposing the brim of the unlined lace bra. 

“Sweetheart, this…” my heart drops as he trails off. His palm pressed against my stomach pulls gently on the tie of the robe. The silk covering falls with gravity, gathering in a puddle around me on the couch. “---this is all for me? God, so pretty, baby. So so so gorgeous…” 

The calloused fingers tread teasingly light up my torso. He wraps his fingers just below the lace trimming, soothing his hands over my rib cage. Soft, gentle movements leave me letting out a breath, sinking my body further to his. His sweet lips gently kiss down my neck and back up.

“I…mhm…” 

I confirm his statement with an embarrassing hum elongated as I lose myself in the sensations he gives. The underside of my breast is teasingly being grazed by his fingers as his other hand rubs up and down the top of my arm. Gentle pecks turn warmer. His tongue prods through his lips, leaving a trail of saliva as my skin begins to ache. 

“Can you sit on my lap, sweetheart?” Nodding mindless, I let him help me sit on his thighs. He adjusts me to have both of my legs swinging on one side, his arm wrapping around my back for support and his hand grasping on tightly to my thigh. “Just like that, god…” his eyes flicker towards mine briefly as I feel his thumb swivel on my thigh. The fall to my near-naked figure, plundering in the sight as he licks over his lips with hungry eyes. 

His other hand trails between my thighs, grabbing tightly at the upper half. My gut clenches as his fingers massage gently. I can feel the heat radiating downward to my core. His lips meet my collarbone, utilizing more exposed skin as he kisses along the tops of my breasts. 

“Mmmmm,” he hums in content, getting sloppier with each movement. His tongue is drooling as he practically swallows my skin. The hand on my inner thigh trails higher, a vibrating pulse electrocuting through me as he fingers graze the thin lace fabric covering me. 

“God,” he pants against my neck, “I can feel how wet you are, baby. Is that all for me too?” he taunts. 

I nod my head, letting it push hard against his shoulder as he starts to rub me through the delicate lace. The minimal shield it has from his touch leaves me breathless. He rubs his fingers lightly. The wet warmth is running viciously through my folds as he continues that torturing antics. 

“Yeah—’s all…all for you,” I whisper between breaths. 

Matt hums along my neck, his nose tickling me as he moves right beneath my ear. “Good. Can I touch you more, princess? Are you gonna let me play with that pretty pussy, hm?” he asks. I nod vigorously as the tip of his fingers pull the fabric between my legs upward. “--’m gonna keep this pretty little outfit on, you just…” he sighs against my shoulder. “---just looks so perfect for me.” 

The thin fabric covering my pussy is pulled to the side as he glides his fingers gently down my folds. My clit burns achingly from his touch. Leaning further back into him, my neck is craned over his shoulder as I see him from my peripheral. He stares down at me with a soft daze. I moan loudly as I feel his fingers prod teasingly at my entrance before trailing back up and circling my sensitive bud. 

My face contorts into a furrowed expression from the building heat gathering in my gut. The light touches become passionate, sloppy movements aided by a slick running out of me as I feel his breath fan onto my cheek. 

“Does that feel good, sweetheart? You want more?” he purrs. 

“I…please,” I strain out. 

“Don’t worry.” His fingers speed through with movements, three of his fingers flattening as he creates a gentle friction on my hooded clit. A broken rasp leaves my lips as my eyes go wide. His fingers circle, hitting a delicate pulse of nerves with each swivel of his hand. My stomach burns as I arch against him. “I love takin’ care of my girl, remember? Fuck….look so pretty for me like this—my cute lil doll, huh?” he coos. 

“Oh–”

The broken moan feverishly echoes in the air as his movements speed up. Although little fabric is covering my skin, it all feels too hot—too warm. Parted lips as enveloped by his warm mouth as he kisses me with passion. My noises vibrate in our mouths as his tongue sloppily licks inside of my mouth. 

“C’mon, baby. You’re suckin’ my finger so hard. Be a good girl and cum for me, yeah?” 

Strains of desperate pleas are silenced by his lips sucking over mine. The warm, wet muscle of his tongue takes advantage of my agape mouth, pushing deeper as he explores every nook and cranny possessively. 

My teeth clench into his lip as I shake in his grip. Leg muscles tense and ache as a fever washes over my body with a burning contortion of heated relief. Matt groans as his lips are pulled by me, his fingers soothing to a gentle stop slowly as I ride down the high. 

“Fuck, princess, that’s it….let it all out for me,” he reminds. 

The wave of euphoria settles to a pit of exhaustion as I let my body roll limp in his arms. His fingers tug the fabric to cover my pussy, patting and rubbing gently over the fabric as I squirm. 

“God—you look so fuckin’ sexy like this, cumming for me,” he kisses on my cheek, pulling me into him to cradle me. I lay limply, letting my limbs fall languid in his embrace. 

“I,” I let out a tired laugh with half-hooded eyes. “--I was so nervous you wouldn’t like it.” 

“Like it?” he questions, astonished as he rocks my body side to side in his arms. 

“I fuckin’ love it.”

[chebyshevptera]

okay so you mentioned harumi in your destinyswap au... can we know more about her? pretty please :3 (btw no pressure)

OFCCCC I LOVE DS HARUMI SM IM SO GLAD U WANNA LEARN MORE ABOUT HER . here’s my special little thing , she’s all that matters to me 💜

as always … lore ramble under cut !!

likewise to her canon self , ds harumi is a silly little kid from ninjago city . she lives with her parents and is a huge fan of the ninja and their feats . she collects merch , especially toys and action figures based off of them . she’s justg…. So silly

for ds (and my headcanon) , she’s about one or two years older than lloyd :)

now here’s the fun part:

without lloyd releasing the serpentine , the great devourer is not revived in season one . ergo, harumi’s parents never die during its attack . harumi instead meets lloyd during one of his patrols in ninjago city , while shes hanging out with her friends . her friends, also fans of the ninja, immediately circle around lloyd, who is happy to answer questions and chat with them (he wants a break from work, anyway) , and harumi just … sits at their picnic blanket.

when questioned by her friends about her love for the ninja?

essentially…… harumi and lloyd don’t get along very well at first . she thinks he’s a loser. but her favorite is nya, so the first time she manages to meet nya, she reacts excitably and happily, while lloyd simmers with rage behind her .

somewhere along the line , harumi becomes regularly affiliated with the ninja . she’s smart and capable , and she’s able to come up with plans and solve puzzles that they weren’t able to do without her . the first time she helped, they were so impressed by her ability that they sought her out the second time, and then the third … and it became a regular occurrence.

next thing you know, she’s hanging out at the monastery often, playing with swords and helping zane cook and annoying lloyd with her presence . and when she learns about nya’s destiny to fight wu / the overlord , she becomes determined to help in any way she can. she’s not an engineer like jay, and she’s not an elemental master like the others, but she is an intelligent kid who is now pretty knowledgeable in prophecies and elements . thus , she pulls garmadon aside one day and asks to learn magic.

he’s very happy to help her.

enter mage harumi!! she trains in magic and combat while the others work on their elements , intending to be another person at nya’s side when she has to face her destiny : )

blah blah, that’s really all i have for her . she’s still one of the characters that’s more under construction than not , but i care her very much and she’s super super dear to me <3

like i did with lloyd, here’s some canon stuff about her!

- her magic is pinkish-red and she gets very upset when kai jokingly compares it to lloyd’s fire . it’s also emotionally charged, so it sometimes gets unstable when she’s angry….

- the ninja all call her rumi as a nickname!

- she doesn’t like hugs from people other than her parents very much, but she will let the ninja hug her .

- she is a HUGE fan of the movies that jay acts in (as most kids her age are) and she may or may not have talked his ear off when they first met . it made him a little reluctant to connect with her at first, but being the only two members who weren’t allowed to train (at first) made them interact more.

(and harumi learning magic and getting to train with the ninja totally didn’t upset him… totally.)

- when she needs to move quickly, she ties her cloak around her waist

- morro is the one who ties her hair into space buns . zane does it in a braid sometimes !

- like I said, nya was her favorite ninja , but she likes them all equally when she joins, because they’re part of her family now

- she’s still attending school during her training . the ninja help her with her homework

- she WILL leave during training hours randomly if she wants to see her parents. she dgaf . sometimes they’ll come up to the monastery to visit her though <3

- she cuts her hair on her own . that’s why her bangs are kind of fucked up . it’s ok tho she’s a cutie pie

- she doesn’t actually like being called a ninja . she’s a mage and she likes to be recognized as such . being called “the violet ninja” did nearly urge her to go back on this claim though …

- the pink tint in her eye is from a spell mishap

- I LOVE HERRRKWHDKSHFAKSH

that’s all thank u

[blueteller]

Out of all the bad people in the story, i dislike Director Ma the most. Reading about krs sitting quietly in his chair trying to get a day off to see cjs & lsh hurt alot. Why do you think krs didnt do anything to get revenge on Ma?

Oh, I absolutely agree. Director Ma is THE WORST. The kind of emotional manipulation this man did to KRS? Disgusting. Utterly repulsive.

I was honestly so glad that it was OG Cale in the side-story and not KRS who heard him say... that, but unfortunately, the fact that Director Ma DARED to try guilt-trip OG Cale!KRS for taking a VACATION of all things, to his face, when we all know that OG KRS was a workaholic who rarely ever took days off? It means this sort of thing wasn't new. For all we know, this could have been a regular occurrence in the office. Not this line specifically, but this… general dismissal of KRS's feelings, while simultaneously taking advantage of his emotions and sense of responsibility. It's the "He's not even crying during a funeral" all over again. Those freaking monsters at the Company, how freaking dare they. Just thinking about it makes me angry.

Now, about your question. Why do you think KRS didn't do anything to get revenge on Director Ma?

I actually considered it in the past. We know Cale is someone perfectly capable of taking revenge and getting even. So why would he let this jerk get away with such behavior when clearly he had enough power in the Company to make a difference?

Here are some of my theories.

One, it could be that Director Ma was useful. You might remember, during the Sealed God's Test arc, Cale mentioned knowing the leaders of the shelters and remembering how he was used to asking them for help and cooperation in the past, with much struggle. Director Ma might have been one of many, many individuals that KRS tolerated "for the greater good". As long as he was only a jerk to KRS as a Team Leader and left his teammates alone, I imagine KRS did not think much about his own hurt. He was too practical. If Director Ma was evil like, let's say, Adin, and was planning harm to other people, Cale certainly would never let it go. But a common… jerk, for the lack of a better word? He could have shrugged it off easily.

Two, maybe it was because Director Ma was a senior. Cale is actually really, really Korean in that aspect. Multiple times in the story Cale had a habit of considering how he should treat his seniors. He even remarked about the White Star that "I don't care if he is a total senior, that guy is a crazy bastard from now on". So, the simple cultural habit of respecting his seniors could be at play here. Yes, Director Ma was way out of line with his words, but those were the words of a senior. So even if Cale understood that it wasn't fair to be treated like this, he might have felt obligated to accept it because of the traditional Korean values of social hierarchy.

Three, maybe it was a sense of helplessness. One of the moments that struck me really hard in the flashback when LSH & CJS died, was the fact that "no one told KRS to wipe his nosebleed". Once KRS lost all his friend, he felt isolated. Without anyone to defend him. Director Ma wasn't the only a**hole he had to deal with on a regular basis in the Company. Perhaps, due to his depression, KRS simply grew used to such disrespectful treatment until he accepted it as a norm. Which is really freaking sad, but I could see it happening. I really do think that transmigration snapped Cale out of a 10-year-long streak of depression and workaholism. …Well, maybe not the second part, heh.

Four, there could be complexities to his relationship with Director Ma. KRS worked over a decade in the Company, after all. Perhaps there was something in their history that made KRS unable to act against him. Blackmail, for example? I don't know what kind of blackmail would work on KRS of all people, but. Perhaps it was simply emotional blackmail. Maybe KRS felt guilty over being Team Leader, because the spot was meant to be inherited by CJS. Maybe Director Ma helped him in the past and KRS felt like he owed him. Who knows? 10 years is a long time.

Here, there's my answer. None of those reasons make Director Ma's treatment of KRS justifiable, of course. But it would explain how such a dumb person avoided getting utterly annihilated... Because we all know Cale could have done it with ease. But relationships between co-workers can be complicated, so.

...Let's all be glad OG Cale got to avenge KRS by simply being himself 😂

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Bud Light

Pairing: dbf!Joel Miller x Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Notes: First of all bestie I GOTCHU second of all yall be nice dis is my first Joel okay

You’re not really sure how you got stuck taking care of these two drunk bastards but here you were, dragging your dad and his best friend into the house after Roxy called you to come pick them up from the bar. Getting them into the car was easy with her help, getting them out of the car was an entirely different story. 

You’re glad this wasn’t too much of a regular occurrence, they rarely went on benders like this especially considering they were too damn old for it, but tonight was apparently a special occasion. You walk your father up the stairs first, he’s nearly sobbing, praising you for everything you’ve accomplished and how proud he is of you and how cool? You are and that he thinks those blue jeans you bought really do look nice on you and he’s sorry for making you feel like they didn’t and that he should be a better father to you.

He also apologizes for not taking you to the zoo and promises he’ll take you first thing tomorrow morning. He forces you to help him buy tickets to skip the line and makes sure you get one for Joel too. 

You finally get him to pass out after promising he’s the best dad in the entire world and he more than made up for your mother running out on you two when you were 12. 

You come back downstairs and sigh, your hands on your hips. Joel is where you left him…sorta. He’s on the floor now, he must’ve rolled off the couch, you walk over to him and get on your knees, shaking his shoulder. 

“Joel? Joel C’mon you gotta get in bed” He rolls over again, a sleepy look on his face. He seems so peaceful right now, it’s so different from the hard stare permanently etched onto his face. He’s… handsome like this, not that he usually isn’t. He sits up slowly and you smile. 

“There we go… alright gorgeous let’s get you into bed”

“Gorgeous huh?” He smirks a little and your cheeks flush. It would practically be a crime to say you didn’t feel anything for the older man, and you weren’t really sure what it was that you felt… but the lingering glances you’d share, the way he’d purposely brush past you in the kitchen, his hands on your hips as he called you “Darlin’” may have been a little hint. He’d been so cool and stoic to everyone, all around relaxed, it made the times he was gentler with you stand out so much more. 

You could think of all the moments he got your heart fluttering, and how right it felt when he did. You’d constantly thought about the day you first thought he was into you. He’d come over to watch some game with your dad and go swimming after, you were just walking out to go tan by the pool when suddenly you got tackled into the water. You were brought back up screaming and spluttering as both men howled with laughter, Joel held you tightly as he walked you back over to the shallow area, and your dad ran back inside to avoid your wild kicking and splashing. 

“You jerk! I’m gonna kick your ass so hard! Better yet I’m gonna drown your-“ You freeze in place as you realize he’s staring at you, he wets his lips and smirks before leaning back in the water. 

“That’s a whole lotta bitchin’ from a girl with no top on” 

You look down and squeal loudly before covering your chest and plunging back into the water.

“Joel!” You shriek and he snickers again before swimming off to where he’d tackled you in. You hold your arms over your chest tightly as you watch his lean form swim all the way back to you, you bite your lip as his swim trunks drag low on his hips with each powerful stroke of his arms… speaking of… 

He finally comes up out of the water right in front of you, he towers over you as your top hangs from the tip of his finger, the water cascading down his body. You gulp and reach for it gingerly.

“T-thank you” 

“Anytime sugar” 

And you had the audacity to wonder how you really felt about him. 

“Don’t be gettin’ all shy on me now sunshine” Joel looks up at you from his spot on the floor, his eyes hazy but focused on you, you can practically feel the hunger oozing from his gaze. 

You get up from the floor and stand up, holding your hands out to him.

“Ha ha so funny. Come on… it’s time for bed.” 

“You sure you won’t have one last drink with me?” He grabs your hands and yanks you down onto his lap, you yelp as you crash down against him and smack into his chest

“J-Joel- come on this isn’t funny” He doesn’t let you pull away as he grips your hips. You gasp as your hips grind involuntarily into his and he grins wickedly. 

“I’m not laughin’ Sugar” He mumbles as his hands come up to cup your face, he stares deeply into your eyes and you know he can feel your cheeks burning in his palms.

“You’re drunk,” You tell him and he scoffs 

"I’m not drunk. Can a drunk person do this?" 

You look around for a second, your eyes narrowing quizzically as he stares overly intensely at you.

"You’re not doing anything." 

He looks so genuinely offended as he lets go of your face, you coo over the grown man practically pouting, and it sends your heart fluttering. How could this man of all men be so absolutely adorable?? 

"But… I sent you my love. Did you… did you not get it?" 

His head falls back against the couch and he sighs loudly, like a dog who has a hard day of not paying the bills and you stare at him like he’s got three heads.

“Maybe we should-“ 

“It was stupid… to think you’d be into an old guy like me” He chuckles quietly to himself before rubbing his hands tiredly over his face.

“Especially your old man’s friend. You’re right- you- fuck you’re right- I’ve drank way too-“ 

He’s cut off by your lips on his neck, kissing the stubble-coated column of his throat, you like the way he feels against your lips as you kiss up his jaw. He slowly tilts his head back to look up at you and you look at him with rapt attention. 

“You think you can keep a secret?” You ask quietly and he nods slowly, like he’s hanging from your every word. 

“I got it” 

He laughs a little before leaning in to capture your lips in a slow, tender kiss. He pours all his hidden love and adoration into it, his lips moving against yours hungrily but easily. 

One hand cups your cheek, thumb stroking along your jawline as the other wraps around your waist, holding you close. Joel deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding along the seam of your lips, seeking entrance. You eagerly let him in and he explores your mouth with a low groan, relishing the sweet taste of you.

You pull away panting softly and he gets up from the floor, picking you up and nuzzling his nose against your neck when you wrap your legs around his waist.

“You think you can keep quiet Sugar?” He walks toward the stairs and you nod, dipping back in to kiss him. 

“That’s my good girl” 

[jinnie-ret]

If ur taking rq still can I rq a skz x 15 year old girl in training (like that protection gic you wrote ) and how they react to her being good at producing, singing, rapping and dancing but they didnt know she could do all that until they keep running into her or maybe look for her because they ordered fkkd for her too eat with them and they see her in her rehearsals and in her dance practice room learning like idk an itzy choreo or sum by herself and they see shes improved since they last saw her do everything? Ig like a little Ace if u would like to put It that way!

It's ok if u don't want to or can't do this tho! Love ur writing💕

ace of hearts

stray kids x reader (platonic)

genre: fluff

content warnings: none

word count: 1.1k

summary: stray kids have nothing but good things to say about the upcoming ace of jyp.

I hope you enjoy! There's a small excerpt of a song Y/N has written herself which I actually wrote (it's a hobby of mine hehe) so if you want me to post the whole thing I'll do so, maybe as a poem haha

My asks are currently shut but if you want to be added to my taglist, do let me know! And if you liked it, please reblog and like! :)

MAIN MASTERLIST

Shoulder shimmying had never been so hard, but Y/N seemed to have finally gotten down the choreo to ITZY's 'Wannabe', the members of Stray Kids seeming to think so too. They had just been looking around for a room to practice in when they came across their young trainee friend, who they hadn't seen for a while due to their busy schedule.

A small applause sounded from behind Y/N, making her jump as she saw the door open and Stray Kids clapping for her.

"Ah! Hello sunbaenims!" Y/N blushed and bowed politely. She wasn't expecting to see them there, so absorbed into practising for her next showcase.

"Hi there!"

"Annyeong!"

"Wow!"

They all let out greetings as they walked over excitedly to Y/N.

"How has everything been? It's been a while since we saw you," Jeongin smiled widely at Y/N, trying to ease the obvious nerves he saw from her.

"Have you been practicing regularly? Your dancing has improved a lot," Changbin nodded his head in approval.

"Ah, you really think I've improved?! Yeah I've been practising a lot these days..." Y/N bashfully admitted, rubbing her sweaty palms on her leggings. Was it from exercising or from nerves? She wasn't quite so sure herself.

"We can see that. You're better at dancing and freestyling than us now," Lee Know laughed, praising the younger girl jokingly, but there was still a hint of seriousness to it that showed Y/N he was proud of her, and that helped her relax more.

"Maybe one day even Jisung will be jealous of your dancing skills," Felix laughed, causing the quokka like man to look over at him with a mock appalled face.

"Haha maybe I'll take his place as the ace," Y/N smirked, feeling comfortable enough to joke around with them. It wasn't a regular occurrence that she saw the boys but everytime she did, she was soon able to fall back into a relaxed state where it felt like she had known them forever.

"No way! You will never be as talented as me!" Jisung smirked back, yet he couldn't help but goofily smile back at her as he ruffled her hair.

"Well, we're glad you're practicing so hard. Would you like to have some fried chicken with us?" Seungmin piped up, his eagle eyes noticing that she only seemed to have some water in the room with her. Plus, he remembered what it was like being a trainee, and an offer of fried chicken would not be one to be turned down.

"Oh sure! If there's enough to go around!" Y/N clasped her hands together excitedly.

"Of course there's enough food! We're so proud of all your progress by the way, we can tell how hard you've been working, Y/Nnie," Chan praised her, as they all sat down together on the floor.

"Here, eat up," Hyunjin passed over a box of fried chicken to Y/N from the bags of fast food they had.

"Just remember to take a lot of rest too," Jisung commented genuinely, yet anyone could tell he, as well as the other members were very much so enthralled with the heaven sent food in front of them.

"Don't worry I do!" Y/N rushed out, before taking a bite of the fried chicken and wiggling slightly as she did a happy dance.

"You're so cute when you're excited!" Felix giggled as he saw her.

"That's exactly what Channie hyung does," Seungmin laughed along.

There was a moment of peaceful eating before Chan kept up the conversation.

"Oh yeah, we wanted to ask you something! Are you good at rapping?" Chan wondered, wiping his hands on a napkin.

"Well, I don't want to brag but I think I'm pretty good," Y/N shrugged, she had practiced enough and knew she was at JYP for a reason, and her talents certainly didn't go to waste when it came to rapping.

"Oh yeah? You actually rap too? I had no idea. Have you tried writing your own lyrics before?" Changbin got excited at the prospect of hearing Y/N rap.

"I'm not as confident in writing rap lyrics as I am in singing them if that makes sense?" Y/N explained, hoping it was understandable.

"I get what you mean. You must be very talented though since you can sing so well," Lee Know wondered.

"Do you happen to write your own songs too or do you learn songs from other artists?" Chan asked, interested in what her identity as a future artist would be.

"Oh I like to write my own songs too!" Y/N beamed. Now that, was an area she was proud of herself for.

"Really? Can you play one of your original songs for us?" Hyunjin said in a shocked tone, head tilting slightly in disbelief but wanting to hear her sing nonetheless.

The boys all stared at her in anticipation.

"Oh, sure... If you really want me to," Y/N became nervous again, because this was Stray Kids! Yes they felt like her friends but to sing her own personal works in front of them was still nerve wracking.

"Yes, we really want you to!" Jeongin encouraged her, offering that same reassuring smile as he did earlier.

All of the members were now eagerly waiting for her.

"Ok, here's a chorus I wrote recently," Y/N finally nodded, making the boys even more excited as she began to sing.

"Oh it's in my bones.

Hereditarily alone.

Surrounded by people,

But that gives no meaning.

It's in my bones."

The boys stared in in wonder, thinking the words were so beautiful and they loved the emotion she put into it even for such a small snippet of the song.

"Her voice is amazing..." Hyunjin was in awe.

"Yeah, you have a really good vocal tone!" Jisung clapped.

"And you wrote that yourself?" Chan smiled like a proud dad.

"Can we hear more?" Changbin said hopefully, nudging Y/N playfully.

"Well, I think I should now that I've sang a teaser for you," Y/N beamed, and for the next couple of minutes she sang the rest of the song to the boys. She even played a small backing track which consisted of an acoustic guitar, simple but sweet, building up towards the end of the song.

"I can't wait to see you debut!" Felix clapped with the other boys.

"You really will steal everyone's hearts, Y/N, you'll go far," Chan said, a big smile adorning his face as everyone offered their comments and praises to Y/N.

"Just don't let it get to your head," Lee Know joked, causing his members to whack him playfully and tell Y/N to not listen to him anymore.

"Thank you guys, it really means a lot."

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[python333]

task force 141 reacting to [reader] having excessively watery eyes — python333

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synopsis just as the title says once again! tf141 and their reactions to [reader] having excessively watery eyes. if you want to get a bit more medical, the term for it would just be 'high tear drainage capacity'! it's basically just something some people have where they naturally just produce more tears and as a result their eyes water excessively at (as far as i know) random times!

relationships platonic!taskforce 141 & reader.

characters cap. john price, soap, ghost, gaz.

warnings 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself], usage of c/n [code name/call sign], might be ooc. :{

note i was watching super 8 when i got this idea, because my eyes got watery all of a sudden while watching it and i was like 'omg i should post this on tumblr' because i'm a writing whore so here i am again. my fingers hurt from typing all the things in html to make the text small and shit but we still up!!

JOHN “BRAVO SIX” PRICE

➥ he thinks you’re crying at first.

➥ it’s not his fault! he had no idea your eyes just water up randomly.

➥ when he sees your eyes well up with tears, depending on how close y’all are, his fatherly instincts—which he, obviously, developed after meeting gaz—kick in immediately.

➥ “Are you okay, [c/n]?” “Why are you crying?” “Did something happen? What happened?” “... What do you mean?” “This is normal?”

➥ he’s kind of embarrassed for worrying so much after you reassure him that you were okay and that your eyes just excessively water, to be honest.

➥ he’s glad that you’re okay though, obviously.

➥ he never really gets used to seeing you tear up randomly? even though you told him it was normal?

➥ like he knows that 99% of the time you tear up it’s just because you do that, but he still likes to be sure that you’re okay, so he always makes sure to ask if you’re okay.

➥ he’s such!! a father!! i’m crying!! and it's not just my excessive eye watering!!

—

You both had just been hanging out in the recreation center, Price on the couch and you sitting on a chair right by that couch. You were scrolling through your phone, while Price was reading the newspaper—usual old man activities. While scrolling through your social media feed, you didn’t even notice the way tears started to well up in your eyes until your vision got blurry and you felt a small, wet trail of a single tear roll down your cheek.

You’d sighed and pulled a pocket-sized tissue pack out out your pocket, pulling out a tissue and dabbing at your eyes, ridding them of the tears. Of course, the tears didn’t just stop there, they kept coming, so you kept wiping and dabbing at your eyes, hoping that they would go away soon. This was a fairly regular occurrence— for you.

Price caught sight of this and immediately looked worried. He stared at you for a moment as you wiped your eyes, wondering if he should speak up, and eventually had tentatively asked, “Are you okay, [c/n]?”

You looked over at him and pulled the tissue away from your face for a moment, “Yeah, why?” Your voice didn’t sound strained or hoarse like Price had expected, seeing as you were practically crying.

“You’re crying,” Price had pointed out, pointing to your eyes as if you couldn’t notice it, “Did something happen?”

You sat there, a bit dumbfounded, and Price took your silence as hesitation to tell him what was going on. “You can tell me what’s going on, [c/n]. I won’t judge you,” He’d reassured you softly, setting down his book and putting all of his attention on you.

Oh God. “Nothing happened,” You’d quickly assured him, “This is normal, don’t worry about it.”

“... What do you mean, ‘this is normal’?” Price asked, now confused as well as concerned, “You cry often, mate?”

“I mean, kind of?” You had replied, before sighing and clarifying, “My eyes just water up a lot. It’s not really crying.”

“Oh,” Price said dumbly, before nodding and giving you one last concerned look, “Right, then. Uh… sorry about that.”

“It’s okay,” You smiled at him, going back to dabbing at your eyes with a tissue, while he reluctantly went back to his book.

—

JOHN “SOAP” MACTAVISH

➥ can’t mind his own business for the life of him.

➥ similar to price, he thinks you’re crying at first.

➥ but he doesn’t hesitate at all, the moment he sees you tearing up he’s like ‘woah what the fuck are you okay??’

➥ you have to firmly tell him that yes, you’re okay, you just have very watery eyes.

➥ he still offers to get you tissues and some water, worried by the amount of tears you’re producing, thinking you’re gonna get really dehydrated.

➥ makes sure you’re completely okay and that you’re not just making this all up to hide the fact that you’re actually crying.

➥ after that whole interaction, he doesn’t get as worried when your eyes randomly water up, and instead teases you about it.

➥ learns to know when you’re actually crying, just so that he can offer comfort when it’s appropriate, and tease you when it’s appropriate.

—

The two of you were hanging out in Ghost’s room, since his was cleaner than the both of your’s combined, and he was away on a mission. Soap laid down on Ghost’s bed while you were sitting on the edge of the same bed, the sheets and blankets wrinkled from you both moving around on the bed. Soap was scrolling through his phone while you sat opposite of him and read a book Price had recommended to you—in his usual old man pseudo-father fashion, he’d told you to spend less time on your phone and ‘read a damn book’—so you were doing just that.

It was when you’d just reached chapter six when your vision got blurry and you sighed, knowing what was happening already. It was just annoying, honestly, having to pull out your tissues every ten minutes because your stupid tear ducts couldn’t function properly. When you went to pull out the mini tissue pack you always carried with you—or so you thought—you were surprised to find that the familiar plastic rectangle of tissues were nowhere to be found in your pockets. You checked your back pockets, front pockets, and yet they weren’t in either.

You let out a small, frustrated sigh through your nose and got up from the bed, the movement making Soap look up and over at you.

“Hey, where are ye—blimey, are ye cryin’?” Soap questioned, his questioning tone quickly becoming concerned, “Are ye alright? It wasnae the book that made ye cry, aye?”

You looked back at Soap, sighing, wiping at your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt, “Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t even worry about it, it’s normal, I just need to go get some tissues.”

“What dae ye mean this is normal?” Soap asked, sitting up. I just want to grab tissues, man, You think, miserably before short explanation that yes, you’re okay, no, you’re not crying, your eyes are just watery—basically the same answer you give every who eventually asks about your little ‘quirk’.

“Ye sure ye’re alright?” Soap asked, just making sure you’re actually okay, “Ye’re definitely no’ crying?”

“Definitely not crying,” You confirmed, “Just watery eyes.”

“Alright, then,” Soap breathed out, relieved that you were okay, before getting up and asking, “Dae ye need some tissues, water, anythin’?”

“Just tissues,” You answered, walking towards the door, “I can get them—”

“Nah, nah, ye stay richt there!” Soap quickly said, somehow getting to the door before you despite him having been right in front of the bed moments earlier, “I’ll get it!”

You watched him run out the door at a speed comparable to the usain bolt and stayed there for a moment, just staring at the now opened door, before huffing out a small laugh and heading back to the bed and sitting down.

—

SIMON “GHOST” RILEY

➥ he doesn’t notice until you’re wiping at your eyes and huffing in frustration when tears keep coming.

➥ the first time it happened, he didn’t ask if you were alright verbally, but did shoulder nudge you and gave you a look that asks ‘are you okay?’

➥ when you nodded and continued wiping at your eyes, ghost gave you one last look before trusting that you were okay and continuing on with his day.

➥ he pretended he didn’t care but thought about it for a bit afterwards, especially if you guys are really close.

➥ he asked price if you tearing up is just a normal thing or if you were actually crying, and let himself relax when he was told that yes, your eyes just water up randomly.

➥ he’s naturally a very observant person and will be able to tell when you’re actually crying fairly quickly.

➥ he’ll still look you over to make sure you’re okay, of course, just to double check, but once he’s confirmed that your eyes are just getting watery again he’ll let himself relax.

➥ depending on how close you both are, he’ll carry around a pack of tissues for you.

—

You and Ghost were in a helicopter, another mission successful. It wasn’t the worst one you’d had—but it was far from easy to accomplish. You were reasonably tired after this mission, all the leftover adrenaline wearing off, making you slump a bit in your seat.

You were just about to close your eyes to rest them, when suddenly you realized how blurry your vision had gotten. You were confused for a moment before realizing—oh, right, that happens.

You sighed, knowing you didn’t bring your usual pack of tissues with you, thinking it would just take up useless space in the pockets of your tactical gear. You wiped your eyes with the gloves you’d been wearing, albeit they weren’t the best option but the sleeves of your shirt were far too short for you to use, the hem of your shirt was dirty, and while your gloves were dirty as well, the back of them weren’t nearly as filthy as the hem of your shirt.

As you wiped away with the back of your glove, Ghost noticed your watery eyes and nudged your shoulder with his own. You paused and pulled your hand away from your eye, giving him a questioning look. He didn’t say anything, but instead gave you a questioning look back, a look you assumed to be one that asked, ‘are you okay?’, judging by the way his eyes darted to your own very watery ones. You nodded, mouthing the words ‘I’m okay’, and he nodded back, going back to staring ahead of him.

Hours after you had gotten off the helicopter, you were walking by Price’s office, and couldn’t help but hear Ghost’s voice. Being the nosy person you are, you cautiously pressed your ear to the door.

“—don’t worry, it’s normal,” You heard Price reassuring Ghost, “I doubt they’d cry after a mission like that, anyway.”

“And they’ve told you it’s normal?” Ghost asked, just to confirm, “You know this for a fact?”

You didn’t stay long enough to hear the rest of the conversation, instead walking away and suppressing a smile at Ghost’s mildly worried tone.

—

KYLE “GAZ” GARRICK

➥ he notices pretty quickly.

➥ no matter how many times he’s caught you tearing up, he’ll still ask you if you’re okay.

➥ he makes sure to bring a clean handkerchief with him, just incase you forget your tissues.

➥ he’ll even bring it with him on missions, knowing you don’t want to bring your small pack of tissues with you.

➥ the first time he catches your eyes watering up, he gets pretty worried.

➥ he makes sure not to make a big deal out of it though, trying to be as considerate as possible, and instead quietly asks you if you’re okay.

➥ when you reassure him that you are and tell him your eyes are just naturally watery, he’s pretty relieved, and lets it go.

➥ he trusts that you told him the truth, and doesn’t question you again after that.

➥ around the fifth time it’d happened, he’d grown pretty used to it, so when you started tearing up walking back to the rendezvous point with him after a mission, he had a handkerchief ready for you.

—

You panted while you walked, trying to get your breathing under control. You’d done a lot of running today—while you were pretty fit, and could run perfectly fine, you didn’t particularly like running as fast as you can away from enemy soldiers while your teammates shot them down, leaving you praying that the bullets that tailed your feet didn’t hit you.

Eventually, you got your breath under control, but immediately afterwards, your eyes had started to water.

You sighed and were about to wipe at your eyes with your hands, before your hand was stopped mid air. You looked over at Gaz, who had caught your hand by the wrist and offered you a handkerchief with his free hand.

The handkerchief was fairly clean, and you grabbed it, muttering a small ‘thank you’ as you did. Gaz smiled at you and gave you a simple pat on the shoulder.

Once the two of you reached the rendezvous point, you handed him back the handkerchief, hoping that your grateful smile was enough to express your full gratitude.

[hotheadedhero]

hellooo!! I’ve never done this before. So I’m hoping I did it right.

can you please write a one shot rise Donnie x mystical user (preferably yokai) reader? Where Donnie feels like he’s constantly competing against the reader, and is always down playing mystic. To the point where reader confronts him :>.

AN: Hello there! I'm so glad you trusted me with your first request. It was really fun to write 😋 I hope it does the job <3

Science vs Mystic

Donatello x Reader

Warnings: angst, arguing, I didn't proof read, kinda made Donnie an ass in this I'm sorry

Donatello’s disdain for the mystic arts and magic alike has always been well known. Ever since he and his family came across the strange world hidden beneath New York, this distaste has only grown. It continues to grow with every adventure involving such, which is becoming a more regular occurrence than he’s comfortable with. 

Then, you came along. You with your inexplicably, aggravating abilities. He had hoped that after the day was saved and the trouble was dealt with, that would be the last of your affiliation. Quite the opposite, it turned out. A permanent friend was made out of you that day, which meant frequent team-ups and visits by yours truly. In his mind, he’s tried to put aside the differences, he’s attempted to let bygones be bygones, but you always manage to steal the spotlight with your ostensibly fantastical displays.

Perhaps it's jealousy. His brothers are always so enamoured by your mystical mastery, showering you with compliments after each fight you assist. They just won't shut up about how cool you are. What's "cool" is how he has been able to make his inventions in a sewer, how he’s turned a bunch of scraps into the glorious creations they are now. Sure, he may need to commandeer the odd chemical from time to time but what he does is leaps and bounds more impressive than your flashy little magic shows. Illusions are based on principles of physics and mathematics. There is objective evidence for it all. The charms that your kind uses to blend in with humanity? Simple. Like how military operations will cater technology to make their vehicles appear invisible, it’s a matter of deflecting light around an object. This same premise can be applied. Rather than deflecting the light, your charms can refract it and make a person appear to be someone they’re not. Mere cloaking devices. In fact, he’s been working on something similar for himself and his brothers.

If not that, chemistry plays a fundamental role, at least. So what if you can shoot sparks of light from your sleeves? Fireworks. That’s all it is and those are just ignited gunpowder with various metal compounds to create different colours. You can make plants grow from the ground at inhuman rates? Poppycock, he says. Ever heard of auxin? Cytokinin? These are just a couple of the plant growth regulators that are so ordinarily used by modern man. Even then, you probably dabble in the use of mutagen to make it seem more impressive.

Scratch the jealousy. There’s nothing to be envious of. He knows that science is superior. It always has been and always will be. He can hardly say he's surprised by his family's fascination. They aren't as intellectually adept as he is. Unfortunately, that commentary doesn't provide him with the closure he needs to feel that much better about it, which is why he resorts to jabbing at your abilities with passing comments, whether they be snide, sarcastic or just downright mean.

You aren't an idiot. You can feel his malice towards you before he even has a chance to open his mouth. At first, you merely thought it was a feature of his persona - that it’s in his nature to berate what can’t be explained by science. That was a misstep in your thinking. His entire deal is that everything can be explained with science. Try you may to convince him otherwise but it’s always the same song and dance: you curate something with your magic and he shuts it down with a zealous drone that is starting to grate on you. 

If you were to ever meet someone outside of your home, you were always taught that there would be an indifference to your powers. People often either shun what they don’t understand or change the scriptures to what they’re familiar with so they can understand it, even if it means they’re wrong. You have always sworn to be the bigger person and not stoop to such levels of belittling pettiness but it’s getting harder. There’s only so many times you can bite your tongue before you start bleeding from the mouth. As waining as it may be on your patience, there are civil ways of going about this. You have been practising the conversation in your head for days now. Everything to want to make peace with has been rehearsed over and over and over again. With your head held high, you march right over to the garage and there he is, tinkering away at one of his many inventions.

“Donatello,” you declare, making your presence known. “Can we talk?”

Without looking, he hums and flails a dismissive hand in your direction. He doesn’t even bother to wave his real hand, opting for the use of a bionic limb so that he may keep his focus on his work. You bite your tongue like you have so many times before and tread closer. You had hoped that your irregular hardiness would be enough for him to realise you mean business but nothing. He fails to turn his music down even, so you take the liberty of doing it yourself. His lack of respect is already urging a rise out of you but you keep your mantra in mind: remain peaceful, aggression leads you nowhere. 

You breathe deeply to settle yourself and start your case, “Why do you always make such a point of overruling my abilities with science?”

“It’s not an overruling,” he retorts blandly. “I’m merely giving you the facts.”

“What you think are the facts,” you correct him.

"Please. Science is unquestionable.” Still, his eyes are glued to his device rather than paying attention to the situation at hand. “Atoms make the very backbone of everything that exists, etcetera, etcetera. Need I go on?” There’s that grating tone in his voice again; snobbish and agonisingly vain. “You can't seriously tell me that ‘magic’ has a constructive place in the world nearly as much as science does."

"I can if it's what I grew up believing," you object, more stern but remaining the peacekeeper where you can. “How would you feel if I tried to pick apart everything you believe and tell you it means nothing?”

He scoffs, “As if you could.” 

“Excuse me?” you ask through your teeth.

The tips of your fingers dig into your palms. By now, your blood is boiling. It’s one thing to throw out the odd comment but now it feels as though he’s making a straight mockery out of you. Keep a steady pace. You can do this. It’s becoming increasingly difficult but you know you can see this through without a violent fit. 

“Science is everything and that is the objective truth. Magic is just-”

“Donatello,” you attempt to gently interrupt him lest he anger you further but he takes no notice.

“- a childish way-”

“Stop.”

“- to view the world in fairy-like wonder.”

“Oh my stars, just shut up,” you cry out, "you arrogant, condescending, self-bloated ignoramus!” 

You throw your fists down at your sides and the very ground beneath you shakes. Where he was so absorbed in his creation, he failed to realise how worked up you were getting. You undeniably have his full attention now. If your outburst alone wasn’t enough to shut his mouth, the large cracks around your feet certainly are. There’s a wide, unfocused glow in your eyes and you’re heaving for air. He sits up, prepares to say something but his lips lock back down when yours open again.

“I am not just talking about stories or fairy tales or made-up fantasies from a child’s daydream! This is my life!”

Another loud shriek erupts from your chest, seizing the fragile floor and destroying it further. Luckily, it isn’t enough to permanently harm the infrastructure but it makes for a harrowing sight: your crumbling emotions devastating that which surrounds you. Silence follows, though not completely. Stray pieces of broken brick clammer around you two. 

In the short seconds that you try to regain your breath, Donnie stares up at you. Once shadowed over his hunched frame, your body is now slumped and weary. Your eyes point up at the ceiling in an attempt to stop crying but to no avail. In the end, you decide to just cover them with your hand.

“All you're doing is trying to convince me that my life is a lie,” you shakily whisper, “and if that’s how it’s going to be then I… I just can’t.”

You walk out before he has a chance to consider a response, leaving him in his stupefied state. His gaze follows the largest crack from the floor to the ceiling until it falls back on the doorway. By no means had he ever intended to make you doubt your livelihood. He was just… he was… he doesn’t know what he was doing, actually. Have his unappetising quips really led you to such turmoil? His face slowly morphs into a frown and he finds himself lying back on his shell. Then, his lips scrunch together and his throat groans in frustration. He shouldn’t feel bad for handing out the realities. He shouldn’t harbour guilt when you’ve been stealing his brothers’ attention all this time. 

Oh. 

The back of his head taps back into the ground. Gosh darn it. Jealousy. That’s the kicker. It has been this whole time. He’d like to leave it at that and continue with his previous task but he knows his family would start asking questions. His heart doth protest against his logical brain too much. With another long lament into the open air, he pries himself onto his feet and readies his venture to retrieve you. Such fun. Not only does he have to help a mystic user but now he has to traverse the very land from which you came. 

It doesn’t pan out the way he initially thought it would, however. The time he has to himself whilst he scavenges - the time he has to think - is time enough for him to go over your words. More so, the look on your face. He hates to admit it but his short-sightedness led him astray and hurt you. Whilst he doesn’t put much thought towards mystics, you are still a valued friend of his family. You’ve aided them so many times in their missions. You’re a person of great power even if that power comes from something he disagrees with. His brows furrow and he grimaces. Okay. He’ll admit he was out of line. That can wait, however. He still needs to find you first.

Donatello searches high and low across every surface of the mystic lands as he prowls further, faster. He always forgets how big it is. New York is an impressive feat but this realm could be worthy of putting it to shame on size alone. His efforts almost seem fruitless but, finally, he spots you atop a hillside, sitting with your legs pressed into your chest. The sight of your dimmed spirit tips him further into shame. He hates that fact but he supposes it’s the least he deserves. 

Before he knows it, he’s standing beside you. He didn’t realise he had gotten here so quickly upon finding you but here he is. You just about look up at him but your eyes quickly fall back onto the luscious landscape. There’s no telling what he plans to say or even why he’s followed you this far. You can’t say you have the energy to argue further, nor can you find it in yourself to tell him to leave. You can only hope he chooses his words carefully whilst he’s in the centre of your home.

“I don’t really know how to go about this,” he admits. “I…”

He blows out a breath and sits down beside you. For all the time he took to find you, he thought he would have at least thought about what he wanted to say. It isn’t that he lacks the capacity to apologise but admitting he’s wrong is a whole other kettle of fish he struggles to reach into. The whole crux of this is that he couldn’t admit to being wrong, he couldn’t allow your very being to defy what he believes to be the sole truth and the only truth. If there’s ever a time for trying, it’s now.

“I’m sorry. This has all been blown wildly out of proportion.” Donatello holds his hands together and his mouth curls uncomfortably. Part of this may involve revealing what he wishes to keep a secret but if it stands any chance of helping the situation, it may be his only resort. “I suppose it just seems unfair that you can make all of these things happen with the wave of your hand whilst I work so hard to accomplish the same.”

His head falls between his legs and yours lifts to properly look at him. Had he tried to illustrate this earlier, the whole ordeal may have been avoidable. Better late than never, you suppose. You never meant to feed into whatever inferiority complex he’s dealing with but that still doesn’t excuse the way he’s acted towards you. You want to get mad again and tell him just that but his shrunken stature speaks for you. Guilt is the moral emotion of a man who realises that they have compromised or has violated universal moral standards and bears significant responsibility for that violation - he who knows he has done wrong. That alone is a start to pave the way for what you had longed for. It’s a shame it came to this to begin with but beggars can’t be choosers.

“It was never my intent to upset you,” he continues when you stay silent. “Would you please come back to the lair? My brothers enjoy your company, so…”

“I’ll come back on one condition.” You turn back to the view but an invisible string tugs at your mouth. “You don’t have to agree with everything I stand for but can we at least put our differences behind us and be friends?” you ask and the upward lilt in your voice gives him a hope he hadn’t anticipated to be so easy. “Who’s to say science and mystics can’t co-exist?”

You outstretch your hand with a coy, friendly smile. He wouldn’t have blamed you if you were to give him an earful about his behaviour but this is far better. It’ll be a good chance to at least try and make up for all the awful things he’s said. If not for his own gratification then for the sake of his family in keeping an ally around.

One of his robotic limbs goes for the shake only to stop. If he’s going to do this, he’s going to do it properly. His fingers sequentially tap against his palm before he reaches out and clasps your hand. Your smile brightens and, in turn, his cheeks rise above an apologetic grin. Even if he has his quarrels with your powers, what you stand for, he doesn’t need to hold issue with you as a person. Who knows? This could be the start of a wonderful friendship. Jeez, though, remind him to never get on your bad side. He still needs to repair those damages to the garage.

[cheshireliam]

Azel Radwan Main Story: Chapter 2

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After leaving Tanzanite’s port, we travelled by carriage along a well-maintained road. 

The scenery gradually began to lose its greenery and water, transitioning into a dry and sandy desert.

…

(... It’s hotter than I imagined.) 

(But it's so exciting because I’ll never experience this back in Rhodolite!) 

Partway through our journey, we switched to camels which were the go-to mode of transport in the desert and continued down an unmarked path. 

While I couldn't see any visible roads, our guides Basil and Kamal were confident in leading the way. 

As I took regular sips of water and enjoyed my first-ever desert experience, scattered remnants of ruins began appearing.

Emma: What are these…?

Basil: A former city. Ahead lies the original Primordial Temple. 

Emma: “Primordial Temple”? 

Basil: It refers to the temple in which the gods reside. 

Basil: Due to the deterioration of the original structure, the temple has since been relocated near the royal court… 

Basil: But where we’re headed to right now is the residence of the “First Living God”. 

(Specifying “first” would mean that there have been multiple Living Gods up till now.)

Basil: His Holiness Azel prefers to live in the weathered ruins of the Primordial Temple. 

Emma: Is it even… habitable?

Basil: I’m glad you asked! 

Basil: Normally, it would be inhabitable. But once you lay your eyes on it, you’ll see the greatness of His Holiness Azel, and by the way— 

Before Basil could start rambling away again, Kamal threw the hair ornament she was wearing straight at him. 

(That looks painful…) 

But the way Basil caught the ornament with a calm smile showed that this was a common occurrence.

Basil: Ah, look over there! That’s the Primordial Temple, where His Holiness Azel resides. 

Following Basil’s words, the sandstorm cleared and— 

Standing there was a isolated castle in the middle of the desert, far larger than I imagined. 

Emma: Wow… 

I gasped as I stared in awe at the fortress that exuded a presence unique to Tanzanite, a symbol of its long history. 

Its outer walls, as eroded as the other ruins we had passed by earlier, looked as though they were on the verge of crumbling apart. 

However, upon taking a closer look, there were some visible traces of repair works done. 

(There really is a god living here…)

Emma: What an interesting structure.

Akatsuki: Looks rundown.

Emma: Owner! 

Akatsuki: It’s the truth.

Basil: That’s because it's over 1000 years old.

Emma: 1000 years!? 

(Amazing… it’s a miracle that the structure is still intact after all those years.)

(I wonder how much history this isolated castle has witnessed.)

We dismounted the camels and stepped into the temple.

The sand beneath our feet gave way to reveal a stone pavement, and the air seemed to cool slightly thanks to the surrounding structures. 

???: Thank you for taking the trouble to come all the way out to such a remote location. 

A gentle, compassionate, yet unfamiliar voice was heard. It was neither Basil, Kamal, nor the Owner.

And the moment I heard it— 

[ Flashback ]

???: Why do you yearn for love?

[ Flashback End ]

It felt like I was looking at an illusion.

(... Just now—) 

I tightly shut my eyes in an attempt to shake off the vision. 

When I snapped back to reality, I saw a figure standing in the distance.

His hair glistened under the sunlight, and his eyes were strikingly beautiful even from afar.

Despite it being in the middle of the day, that person somehow reminded me of a full moon. 

He approached us with gentle footsteps, wearing a pure and benevolent smile on his face. 

Emma: Oh!

Akatsuki: Something wrong?

Emma: … Nothing.

(I knew it. I’ve seen this person before.) 

(I can't seem to remember when or where we met.) 

Although I couldn't recall, there was no doubt that he was the living god of the land of divination and illusions, the person Basil referred to as “His Holiness Azel”.

(... His eyes are so beautiful, it's otherworldly.) 

(I was skeptical about it until I got here, but he really does look like a god.) 

Azel: That will do, the two of you. I appreciate your efforts.

(Come to think of it, it’s been a while since I last heard Basil’s voice.) 

I turned around to see Basil’s eyes shining brighter than the sun behind his glasses, overflowing with devotion and worship.

Next to him, Kamal put an arm around his neck and started dragging him away.

(... He looks like he’s being choked, but I guess he’ll be alright.)

Azel: My apologies. Akatsuki, have you brought the items I requested?

Akatsuki: Emma. 

Emma: Y-yes.

(Right, my baggage.) 

I set down the baggage that was lighter than the Owner’s usual load and took out several books that were placed near the top of the pile. 

Before we left Rhodolite, I was entrusted with the task of delivering those. 

When I handed them to Azel, I was drawn in by his sympathising and affectionate smile. 

Azel: Thank you very much, those must have been heavy.

Emma: No, not at all. Thank you for placing your order with us.

Azel: The pleasure is mine. I genuinely appreciate you for fulfilling my unreasonable requests, Akatsuki and Emma.

(Wait, he knows my name?)

(... Maybe the Owner told him before?)

Azel: Where did you go to make your purchases this time? 

Akatsuki: Achroite. 

Azel: Ah, that country is indeed a treasure trove of academic literature.

Akatsuki: This is the 100th time you’ve ordered a book of a similar genre. You never tire of them.

Azel: That is because they are necessary.

Emma: Does Your Holiness have an interest in astronomy?

The books I handed over to Azel were old academic papers about the moon and the stars.

(I read through them because they needed some restoration work, but the contents were too complex to understand.) 

Azel: I am not the only one. All who perform divinations in Tanzanite have great interest in the sky. 

Azel: Reading the stars is the most fundamental part of divination in our country, after all. 

Emma: Reading the stars…?

Azel: So-called “astrology”. Although the popular method used here is one that is unique to Tanzanite.

Emma: Wow, I didn't know Tanzanite had its own unique methods… as expected from the country of divination.

Azel: Isn't it? 

For a brief moment — Azel’s benevolent smile seemed to twist into a more enigmatic expression.

Azel: I could read your fortune for you if you’re interested. 

Azel: Please, allow me to repay you for going out of your way to come to a place like this. 

(The living god’s divinations—) 

[ Flashback ]

Akatsuki: His divinations are infallible. Like clairvoyance, they’re never wrong and the people are crazy about them.

Akatsuki: Even now, the people of Tanzanite could be witnessing the miracles brought to them by their god.

[ Flashback End ]

(I’m not sure if it's really okay for me to accept his kind offer… but I’m honestly curious about my future.)

I snuck a glance at the Owner, who gave me an encouraging nod.

Emma: If it's not too much of a hassle… may I take you up on your offer? 

Azel: Certainly. However, because I am a god, my divination methods are rather different.

Azel: Instead of using your horoscope, I will be directly reading the star you possess.

Emma: The star I…? 

Azel: It is something invisible to the eyes of ordinary people that only I can see. 

(That makes sense… I can’t really imagine it, but it wouldn't be surprising if those eyes of his were really capable of seeing extraordinary things.) 

Azel: It will only be a simple divination, but what would you like to know?

Emma: In that case, I’d like to know the luck I have with romance. 

Azel: … I figured you’d ask for that.

(Did his facial expression just twitch or… am I imagining things?) 

Those mystical eyes that resembled a night sky full of stars seemed to peer right into the depths of my soul, unravelling my innermost secrets.

Azel: Let me see…

Azel: I recommend that you give up on romance. 

Emma: Is it that bad!? 

Azel: Yes, it appears that you have horrible luck with men. What a pity. 

Azel: I see a future wherein you fall in love with an evil man, get exploited for money, and are treated like a slave.

(The living god’s divinations are said to be infallible… ughh…) 

Azel: However, divination is, after all, purely a divination.

Azel: Regardless of what I say, despite my status as a god, your future is ultimately yours to shape. 

(So whether the results are good or bad, everything depends on my actions.)

Emma: Thank you. I’ll bear your advice in mind.

Azel: Fufu… 

Azel: —... An easy target.

(...? I didn't quite catch that, but…)

Azel’s benevolent smile returned to his face before he shifted his gaze from me to the Owner. 

Azel: The two of you will be staying in Tanzanite for some time, am I right?

Akatsuki: Yeah. I want a peddling permit this time too.

Azel: That has already been arranged. I have also arranged for guest rooms to be prepared for you at the royal palace, so please take your time to relax. 

(Guest rooms in… the palace!?) 

Akatsuki: Thank you for taking care of us every visit.

(He does this every single time!?)

Azel: No, no, it is nothing to thank me for.

(... This definitely doesn't look like “nothing” to me, though.)

Azel: You are an outstanding book merchant indispensable to me… 

Azel fixed his eyes onto me. 

Azel: I will have many more opportunities to rely on you too, Emma. 

Azel: I look forward to your continued support in the future. 

With the living god watching over us, we left the temple and walked through the sand towards the city visible in the distance. 

…

We passed through bustling streets worthy of being tourist destinations… 

… and arrived at a palace with a different kind of splendor from the one in Rhodolite. 

Waiting for us was a lavish feast filled with the desert’s local delicacies.

In the impressively huge dance hall where the moon looked like it was only within an arm's reach, many other people were gathered. 

They appeared to be Tanzanite’s nobles and royalty, making it look like a party. 

I was captivated by the dancers performing on a stage at the center of the hall.

(Ballroom dancing is standard in Rhodolite…) 

(But in Tanzanite, it seems that inviting dancers to perform is the norm.) 

While I was fascinated by everything happening around me, a hand reached out to me from behind and tapped me on the shoulder.

Clavis: I didn't expect to see you guys here at the palace. How lucky indeed.

Luke: What so lucky about that? Don’t go around causing any trouble.

Luke: No, actually, cause trouble if you want, but don't drag Emma and I into it. 

Emma: Fufu, I guessed as much… I had a feeling I’d run into you and Clavis here. 

(These two remain the same as ever, even in a foreign country.) 

A lady dressed in beautiful dancers’ attire served us drinks. 

It was a refreshing liquor made from fruits.

Clavis and Luke, despite being highly honoured guests of the country, were served the same drinks with no difference in treatment. 

(For us mere merchants to be treated the same way as royalty…)

(It shows how important the stay permits granted by the living god are.) 

(And how high is god’s status in this country.) 

Clavis: By the way, Emma, I heard you met the living god. What was your first impression of them? 

Clavis casually handed his glass of liquor to Luke and picked up a nearby water vessel. 

(He had an aura that made me almost instinctively feel closer to him, but—) 

Emma: He’s more benevolent and kind than I expected. 

Clavis took a sip of water and chuckled.

Clavis: … Haha. I see, I see. So you’re the type of woman who’d easily fall into a con artist's trap.

Emma: Con artist? 

Clavis: Oh, my apologies. But it surprised me. You’re the current “Belle” who’s supposedly adept at determining 

Clavis: … No, rather, perhaps it was precisely because you “saw through him” that you had that impression of him?

Clavis: Hmm, how fascinating. I wonder which one of us is the one seeing an illusion.

(From the way Clavis says it, could the benevolent and kind living god have another side to him?) 

???: Pardon my interruption, Clavis and Luke.

A cheerful voice joined the conversation, it belonged to a silver-haired man dressed luxuriously. 

Clavis: Enis. Allow me to thank you once again for hosting such a splendid banquet.

Enis: Think nothing of it. It’s only natural to properly entertain guests from foreign countries.

Enis: More importantly, I don't think I’ve met the lady standing next to Akatsuki… 

Scrambling to recall the etiquette lessons drilled into me during my time as Belle, I greeted him politely.

Clavis: This is Emma. She currently works as a merchant, but she was the former Belle of Rhodolite.

Enis: Oh…? That means she’s the woman with the most beautiful heart in Rhodolite, correct?

Clavis: Haha, you’re very knowledgeable.

Enis: I happen to enjoy reading history books from various countries.

The noble yet approachable man extended to me, who was only an ordinary merchant, his attitude remained unchanged. 

The handshake conveyed his good-natured personality.

Enis: I’m the King of Tanzanite. However, please feel free to treat me casually. I’m not fond of formalities. 

(This person is… the KING!?) 

(Although not as young as the newly crowned King of Rhodolite, but he’s still rather youthful.

Enis: You’re guests of His Holiness the living god. Don’t hesitate to let me know if you encounter any troubles. 

Emma: Thank you. I deeply appreciate your generosity.

I accepted his words with a smile, careful to conceal my surprise. My behaviour caused Enis to slightly widen his eyes in response.

Enis: I heard that Belle is chosen amongst commoners, but your conduct is impeccable. It’s hard to believe you’re not of noble descent. 

Enis: You must’ve worked very hard to achieve this. Please, do relax and enjoy your time in Tanzanite.

Perhaps not wanting to intrude on our conversation any further, the King quickly walked away after giving us a few kind words. 

Emma: … His Majesty seems like a kind person.

Luke: He’s exactly the type of person you should be wary of, Emma.  

Clavis: I heard he has ten wives in his harem. 

Emma: T-ten!?

Clavis: Some of them are from foreign countries too. 

Luke: In other words…

Clavis and Luke placed a hand on each of my shoulders.

Clavis: This is where your bodyguards come in. 

Luke: If anyone tries to make a move on you, I’ll knock their lights out on Rio’s behalf.

Akatsuki: I’ll kill them before that.

Emma: You guys are just overthinking, okay!? 

(It’s not exactly unusual for kings to have multiple wives, but…)

I suddenly thought of the isolated castle in the desert. 

The one that displayed no signs of being inhabited by anyone besides the living god. 

(I wonder if… god has someone he loves.) 

…

(... Huh?) 

(It’s this place again…) 

Azel: Good evening. I wanted to see you. 

[all-eyes-lead-to-the-truth]

All Eyes Lead to the Truth | Je Souhaite (7x21)

Jenn’s boots clack along the basement office floor as she paces. She hadn’t been exaggerating earlier; her faith in humanity has eroded like time. Even while wielding a power so great that it can pluck billions of people from the earth within a single breath, it’s worthless when all she craves is freedom from its chains. 

The exhale from her deep sigh ruffles the bangs of her black bob. After hours of sneaking peeks within stacks of files labeled with an X and nosing through the back room littered with weird sciencey stuff, she can no longer tamp down her general disgruntlement for another second.

Jenn groans beside the desk of the most recent man to unroll her. “While I admit you making an ass of yourself in that bald guy’s office has been the highlight of my last few decades, I’m bored now.”

“Glad one of us was amused,” Agent Mulder huffs as he carefully types out his final wish. “I’d think snooping through the coolest office in the bureau beats being rolled up in a dusty old rug.”

Leaning against a filing cabinet, she blows a lungful of air across its metal surface, sending dust bunnies to the floor. “Think again. There’s no urge to needlessly concern myself with humanity’s stupidity if I’m not granting wishes.” 

“Because we’re chimpanzees with revolvers?”

“Maybe. But you…” Jenn takes a good look around the subterranean room and chuckles. Dozens of pencils stuck in the ceiling dangle above books on Bigfoot behavior and medical mysteries. Behind her, articles on crop circles hang beside a shitty drawing of a naked cave woman pinned to the wall. “How does your partner put up with you?”

He stops typing and gives her a goofy grin. “That’s one mystery that may never be solved.” 

Ah, she thinks, un mystère du coeur.

Jenn gives a disbelieving eyebrow arch. “She’s a tad too territorial to be a mystery to me.”

“Scully?” he scoffs. “She’s not territorial.”

Jenn rolls her eyes. “I don’t need to use power of perception to see she wants me gone. Look, until you make your final wish, you’re both stuck with my presence.”

“I’m working on it.” He spins back around, nodding at the screen riddled with complicated words. 

Jenn leans over his shoulder. “What, are you a lawyer?”

“Well, I have to be with you,” he accuses. “I'm going to get this last wish perfect. I'm not going to leave you any loopholes. Not going to let you interpret this as an edict to bring back the Third Reich or to make everyone's eyes grow on stalks.”

“Oh, geez. And I was so looking forward to that.”

Jenn’s sarcasm slides into amusement as Agent Scully enters the office, spine stiffening with irritation when she sees Jenn looming. But beneath the redhead’s bravado, there’s tenderness there. She tries to hide it, but it’s easy for Jenn to spot in someone else what she tries to hide in herself.

“Skinner called me, Mulder. Is everything all right?” 

Her concern is as genuine as her lack of surprise. Clearly him making a scene at work is a regular occurrence.

“You don't remember disappearing off the face of the earth for about an hour this morning?

She frowns. “No.”

“Well, I guess everything's okay.”

Jenn eavesdrops from the back room as Agent Scully moves closer to her partner. “Mul—”

She tosses Jenn an antagonistic glare. “Could you give us a minute, please?”

“Sure,” she says. It’s not like Jenn wants to stare at that enormous flying saucer poster anymore anyway.

“Like today?” Agent Scully snaps, but Jenn is already gone. 

Standing outside the office, Jenn thinks about how entertaining it’s been to watch the two of them. Usually, she’s barely able to stomach witnessing the human propensity for self-destruction. But the magic between the agents is as obvious to Jenn as the gem on her face. They can’t see the current connecting them, but it vibrates through the air so strongly it’s impossible not to feel. 

And Jenn has tried very hard not to feel anything anymore.

She’d told Agent Mulder what she would wish for, and aside from the shock of actually being asked, she was truthful. To a point. Listening to the two agents teasingly bicker behind the door begins to soften Jenn’s hardened heart. She’d be lying if she said she doesn’t long for a connection like theirs. Century after century, she suffers imprisonment alone, begging to live freely so badly the pain of it chomps at her every essence with its teeth. She’ll never admit that, though.

No wonder she’s bitchy.

The door swings open for the territorial redhead to walk through and Jenn instantly pops back into the office before she’s hip-checked down the hall. 

“You ready?” she asks Agent Mulder. 

He smiles and flicks off the computer. Before he speaks, a crime scene photo shoved under the keyboard catches Jenn’s eye. It’s of him and Agent Scully together, standing side by side in their FBI windbreakers, their faces inches apart. 

Jenn holds up a hand. 

“Before you start spouting legal jargon, may I suggest you wish for something a little less altruistic than peace on Earth? Since we know what a flop that was, maybe something to do with that pretty partner of yours you were so frantic without?”

“No, I’m not risking...”

“Her again?”

His emerald eyes shine with mirth. “I’m ready for my wish now. Are you?” 

Jenn smiles…

Later, while running her fingers across her gemless cheek in awe, she can no longer say that all of mankind is stupid and selfish.

The soft chatter and clang of cutlery inside the coffeehouse soothes her old soul, and Jenn intends on living the rest of her mortal life moment by moment, enjoying it for what it is, instead of worrying about what it isn't.

“Another cup?” the waitress asks.

“Yes, please,” Jenn says, smiling behind her mug and happily watching the world slip by.

Read the rest of All Eyes Lead to the Truth on Archive of Our Own!

@monikafilefan

[chlobliviate]

Wolfstar Microfic - Faster

Words: 839

@wolfstarmicrofic

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Remus would forever be grateful to Sirius for spotting the moon, dragging him back into the shrieking shack, kissing his temple and locking the door before he could transform. Even with the wolfsbane, he wouldn’t wish it on Harry and his friends to witness the transformation.

Even with Remus' mind, the wolf was restless. He could smell Sirius and Peter. Peter. He knew Hermione had hit him with incarcerous, but worried all night about whether they’d finally got him.

After he turned back, groggy and exhausted, but uninjured, the door swung open. He swallowed the disappointment at not Sirius standing there, but Dumbledore.

“Good Morning!” He said jovially as if the events of last night were a regular occurrence. “How are you feeling?”

Remus frowned, “Albus, tell me—”

“I’ll get to that, Remus. How are you feeling? Was the potion adequate?”

“Yes, thank you.” He muttered, “I didn’t sleep much, but I’m fine.”

“Glad to hear it!” Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled. “Mr Potter, Mr Weasley and Miss Granger are all safe and unharmed, other than Mr Weasley’s leg which is already on the mend. Severus is… his usual self.” Remus snorted, “He has made a point to inform the ministry of your condition, which will no doubt filter down to parents and students in due course. I want to make myself absolutely clear, Remus, that you belong here. No complaints from parents or questions from the wizengamot will change that. I hope that you will stay.”

Remus stared at the wall, everyone would know. Surely parents would withdraw their children, and send them to Beauxbatons where they weren’t being taught by a monster. Of course, he couldn’t stay.

Dumbledore interrupted his train of thought, “The students respond to you and they enjoy your lessons. You would be doing yourself and them a disservice if you let this change things. Just, think about it.” He nodded, “Onto more serious matters.”

“Is he…”

“Aurors came to collect Mr Pettigrew in the early hours of the morning. He is awaiting trial now.”

“So he gets a trial? Not just thrown in Azkaban, no questions asked?” Remus snarled. “He spent twelve years in there, Albus.”

“I’m well aware,” Dumbledore Held up a hand, “He will be given a full pardon. He’s in the hospital wing currently being fussed over by Poppy.”

“He’s not… they didn’t take him back?” Remus blinked at him.

“No, Remus. He’s a free man.”

Remus didn’t care if he was being rude. All he could think of was Sirius, and he ran from the shack, through the tunnel and out of the Whomping Willow, not caring if anyone saw him exit. He ran faster than he ever had and when he came skidding to a halt in the hospital wing, a small sea of curious faces greeted him.

Harry, Ron and Hermione were gathered around Sirius’ bed while Madam Pomfrey hovered. Sirius sat cross-legged on top of the sheets, chatting animatedly to Harry, wearing clean robes, with his hair tied back and, wow, he didn’t know that Poppy could work miracles, but apparently she could.

Sirius instantly leapt from the bed to the protests of Harry and Hermione and threw his arms around Remus.

“You’re alright.” Remus whispered, “I’ve got you.”

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“I am pleased to introduce you to our new Astronomy professor, Professor Sirius Black.” Dumbledore smiled over at him.

Sirius got to his feet and bowed slightly, smiling at the cheers coming from the Gryffindor table. As he sat back down, Remus’ hand returned to his thigh and he linked their little fingers together.

Remus, after much debate with Sirius and Harry, had agreed to stay on at Hogwarts. When Dumbledore offered Sirius the Astronomy position he’d pinched himself several times because being back at Hogwarts with Sirius seemed too good to be true. Dumbledore had written to them a week after term had ended to ask if they’d like separate quarters, or to share, and that had shattered the levy that had been holding back everything they hadn’t said since they were teenagers. Choked ‘I love you’s, angry ‘I missed you’s and serene promises. Forevers.

Travelling on the Hogwarts Express with Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Neville was delightful. Much better than it had been for Remus the previous year, not a dementor in sight. Sirius slung his arm across the back of the seats and Remus leaned into his shoulder. He noticed Hermione shoot Ron an ‘I told you so’ look, but that was all. They’d told Harry over the summer when he’d finally come to live with them at Grimmauld Place and he was thrilled for them, Lily and James’ son through and through. They’d absolutely gutted the house, slashing the portrait of Walburga until the ribbons of canvas were finally silent. All the silver adornments changed to gold, and heavy, dusty curtains were thrown away to let the light in.

It would only be their home for a few months a year for the foreseeable future, but it was their home. Better late than never.

[bvckleyydiaz]

so, in honor of father’s day, here is a scenario of aaron finding out that you’re pregnant!

content warning: pregnancy and mention of food

So, you and Aaron have been together for a while at this point. You had brought up the topic to him about having a child together, and you both decided that while you were in a good place to have another kid, it would not disappoint either of you if it did not work out. It becomes a regular occurrence for you to not use protection when you have sex. You also talk to your doctor about stopping your birth control. You were prepared to get pregnant, but you also knew that it may take a while for it to actually happen.

You found that you’re pregnant a week before Father’s Day. It was supposed to be a routine physical at your doctor’s office, and you knew that part of the physical is a pregnancy test. Yes, you and Aaron had stopped using protection, but it did not cross your mind that you could be pregnant. You hate to admit that you are a little surprised when the doctor comes back and informs you that you are, in fact, pregnant. The doctor recommends all the vitamins you should take and the foods you should avoid during the first trimester, and she tells you to come back in about six weeks.

Now, you are going to have some fun telling Aaron that you’re pregnant. What better way to do that than to get Jack involved? You find him a shirt that has I’m Being Promoted to Big Brother written on it. You tell Jack that this is a big surprise for his dad, and he can’t spoil the surprise before Father’s Day.

The big day rolls around sooner than you expect it to. Jack is in his shirt, and the two of you treat Aaron to his favorite breakfast: strawberry French toast, bacon, and orange juice. The two of you go upstairs to the bedroom you share with Aaron with his breakfast tray. Unable to hold in his excitement any longer, Jack bursts into the room with the cutest, brightest grin on his face.

“Daddy, Daddy, wake up!” He shouts as he flings himself on top of Aaron. “It’s Father’s Day, Daddy!”

With a grin rivalling his little boy’s, Aaron holds Jack close to him. “It is, buddy. Thank you.”

He points to you holding the tray with his breakfast. “Y/N and I made you breakfast.” Aaron peeks at the contents of the tray, and his grin somehow gets wider.

“Strawberry French toast and bacon?” he asks. “That’s—”

“Your favorite,” you tell him. “That’s why we made it.”

Jack nods. “And Y/N got me a cool shirt! But she said that I couldn’t wear it until today.”

“Let me see it, buddy,” Aaron tells him, and Jack scoots back to let his dad read the shirt. “I’m being promoted to—” He looks up at you with so much love and adoration it almost makes you sob, “Big brother? You’re pregnant?”

You nod. “I went to the doctor last week for a physical, and they told me that I was about seven weeks.” You step forward and set the tray on his lap. “Happy Father’s Day, Daddy.”

He cups your face and kisses you so eagerly and so gently. “I love you.”

You lean up and kiss his head. “I love you, too.”

(Nine months later, when your little girl is born, Aaron is overjoyed. You’re laying in your hospital bed, and you watch Aaron hold your daughter with so much care. He looks at her like she is his whole world.

“Hi, sweet girl,” you hear him whisper to the sleeping newborn. “I’m so glad you’re here. Daddy loves you so much, and he’s going to make sure that he tells you every day.”)

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Hii! I hope you're having a great day/night!

I absolutely loved your barbatos prompt for flufftober, seeing how much he works and how he doesn't seem to relax ever, I just feel the URGE to take care of him 😀😀😀

Caressing his hair until he sleeps, giving him a skin care, (Give him a mind-blowing orgasm by sucking him off on his room until he finally relax and then directing him the most loyal and lovestruck gaze he would ever receive, but that's an idea for another time 🤭🤭) doting on him in general

So, can I please ask for a (drabble, fic, imagine, anything you feel like) where MC make barb sit still and proceeds to massage his back, kneading on his knots until he relutanctly turns into mush?

Hi there, anon! I'm having a good night, I hope you are as well!

I'm so glad you liked the Barbatos Flufftober prompt! I have that exact same urge, like just sit down and let me do things for once! Ugh I love him lol.

And when I tell you that I was so close to having MC give him a massage... But I also really wanted him to soak his feet 'cause I felt like he probably stands on them all day and I don't care if he's an ancient powerful demon that has to take it's toll!

Anyway, my full requests are closed but I can write you a short little something! In case it wasn't already painfully obvious, I love Barbatos and I love writing about MC taking care of him lol.

GN!MC x Barbatos

Warnings: none!

Barbatos was sitting on the edge of his bed. His uniform jacket was already folded neatly beside him, but it had been a struggle for you to get him to take it off at all.

You sat behind him now, your hands on his shoulders, methodically pressing your fingers into his stiff muscles.

Barbatos's body was tense, but you were determined to get him to relax, even if just a little bit. You concentrated on his neck and shoulders for a while, kneading carefully, working out the knots that you could feel beneath your touch.

As you did this, you felt Barbatos release some of that tension he was holding. He made a low noise in his throat, as though he was trying not to relax, as though he was trying to keep himself from showing just how tired he really was.

"I don't understand why you're so stubborn about this," you said softly, your hands pressing into him, causing his body to rock slightly against you. "You work so hard for everyone all the time. Why can't you let me do things for you every once in a while?"

Barbatos sighed and you were thrilled to see the way his body sagged a little as he did so. "Forgive me, MC," he said. His voice was low and full of something uncertain. "It is simply that a good butler never shows his fatigue."

You snorted. "Okay, first of all, you're the best butler of any butler that ever butled."

Barbatos chuckled and you were pleased to see the little blush that painted the tips of his ears.

"And second of all, you don't have to be a butler right now," you went on. "Right now, you can just be Barbatos. You can let go with me."

Barbatos was quiet. You weren't sure if he didn't know what to say or if he simply disagreed with you.

You didn't press him, only pushed your thumbs into a particularly difficult knot in his back. After a few moments, you felt the knot begin to release as you circled it carefully, working the tension out of it.

This caused Barbatos to sigh again and this time, he allowed himself to sink into you. His shoulders descended and he actually leaned into your touch, his head drooping just a little.

You leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to the nape of his neck. "See? You're feeling better, right? Now you can be at your best when you get back to butlering tomorrow."

Barbatos chuckled again. "I see that you are correct in this, MC. You have my thanks."

You puffed out your chest in triumph. Perhaps now this could become a regular occurrence. You were nothing if not persistent. And hopefully Barbatos would continue to give in and allow you to care for him the way he cared for so many others.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[thousand-winters]

We know that Darius mainly ignored Hunter and Eber would growl at him but how do you think the other coven heads treated him? Not good obviously but in what way?

I'M SO GLAD YOU ASK. I've had my eye on those little shits for a while /lh

So first of all, I just know Hettie and Osran were the nastiest ones. How? Have you ever noticed they're the ones that shove/elbow/something Hunter at the beginning of Any Sport in a Storm? That was so damn uncalled for, it's not like Hunter was physically trying to stop them from leaving, and it haunts me a little bit that he did his little pained sounds but didn't even call them out on it, feels like a regular occurrence.

I feel like for Osran it was probably a case of him being really old and as such, dismissing Hunter as a dumb kid who doesn't know what he's doing, even more than the others. Like... he's been here since quite possibly the establishment of the Empire, he's NOT going to listen to a spoiled brat, and he has no patience left for anyone when he's well settled in his rank by now. There might also be some resentment about having spent so many years in service of the Empire and yet being told he has to listen to this random kid? Emperor's nephew or not, he can't be bothered to care.

Hettie, interestingly enough, seemed pretty neutral even while pushing Hunter, she didn't have her sadistic little smile from King's Tide, though I do believe it has to do with her ruthlessness that she doesn't give a crap if she hurts this kid. I think it would be sort of interesting if with her it's a mix of, well, that she's just like That, not caring about inflicting pain in others, and that he's annoyed with Hunter in particular due to her pride. She's the Head Healer and yet Hunter has never once gone to her, not that she would have been gentle with him but it feels as if he were saying he's better than her.

In any case, I feel like those two were the type to push and trip Hunter whenever they had the chance, never going as far to beat him up or anything but still getting physical a bout it.

Now Terra and Adrian were probably the ones who liked mocking him verbally the most, perhaps Adrian a little more. In the same scene in Any Sport in a Storm, his eyes follow Hunter even as he continues smiling and walking away, which is... definitely something. Having some fun seeing him trying to get their attention, I guess.

Honestly, from Adrian it's not so surprising, since he seems to find anyone but himself incompetent, and he has no regard toward children at all, I think he liked making mocking comments whenever he had the chance to put Hunter down. Terra, on the other hand, has that fake sweetness of hers that ends up being condescending, so I feel like with Hunter she probably was like "awww, what a poor, pathetic little thing (:", which of course Hunter would have picked up on no matter how deceivingly nice the words could be.

I would think Vitimir would be more the subtle type, rolling his eyes at Hunter from time to time and such, but considering he also stubbornly tried to stay at the throne during Watching and Dreaming, I'm not really counting on him being smart. Perhaps I would bet on him just making some slight annoyed sounds and faces at him most of the time and indulging in pushing him around as well when he feels like it.

Mason voted most likely Coven Head to be nice other than the rebels. He has the vibe of "I have no idea what's going on, I'm just going with the flow" to me most of the time, frankly, but he had to notice what the others did. I tend to imagine him as noticing that, but not caring enough to ever try to stop it, very "not my business" kind of behavior which, you know, isn't great, but the bar is in hell when it comes to the Emperor's Coven 😭

[jamisonwritestf2trash]

Hello!

New to the fandom and your posts have been lovely to read! I don't know if it's been done already, but, may I request the TF2 mercs' reactions to having a nightmare? Like, frequency, how they cope with them, how they handle them when they happen?

The TF2 Mercs Reactions to A Nightmare!

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Anon, you are making me sob. Welcome to the fandom. You'll never be able to leave. But I haven't done this prompt before, so I'm glad to do it now! Uh, angsty as hell and a small spydad mention.

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Demo wakes up drenched in sweat. He's had nightmares before, but he doesn't really dream. Dreams are a rarity. Nightmares aren't too common either happening, maybe twice a month. He hasn't found a way to handle them. Drinking booze like water helps temporarily, but so does going back to sleep because if he falls back asleep, then he doesn't have to reflect on what his nightmares might mean. He'll probably end up staring at the wall for a while before going back to sleep. Hoping his brain will forget it by morning. It doesn't. He doesn't know how to cope.

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Engie is just tired. He usually buries himself in work so he doesn't have to sleep. Nightmares are a regular occurrence. He doesn't know when they started, or even what they're about half the time. He wakes up with a deep feeling of dread and fear, but he doesn't know why. He can't remember them, so it's weird they have such a hold on him. He'll normally just get up and start his day at that point regardless of its 2am or 7am, trying to distract himself in any way he can. He uses work to cope, tinkering away at some new projects he pulled out of thin air.

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Heavy just sighs, rolling over to go back to sleep. He has nightmares very rarely, and none are particularly scary, mainly sad. Occasionally, he'll cry if the nightmare is about something that's too real to him. He doesn't feel the need to react, to cope, to do anything other than let the haze of sleep overtake him again. He likes to think he forgets about the pain his nightmares cause him, but memories of them creep in during the day sometimes. He does check in the mornings that everything is okay and everyone is alright as a sort of coping mechanism.

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Medic wakes up crying, well, sobbing. He puts up a good front during the day. Not letting the mix of past traumas and present traumatizing events get to him while he works. But oh boy, is this man riddle with nightmares. He almost thinks it's a punishment of some kind. He can't remember the last time he slept soundly. He'll spring out of bed, wiping the tears from his face and grabbing his glasses, much like Engie he's ready to just start the day, but he hears soft cooing and the flap of wings. Archimedes lands softly on his shoulder, demanding affection from him and immediately distracting him from whatever spiral he's currently in, and sits with him until Medic is subtly convinced by the birds insistence of moving him to the bed to go back to sleep. Always staying in his line of sight while the ex doctor sleeps, making sure his friend is okay

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Scout is terrified. Like petrified in fear. He won't move from his bed. He doesn't have nightmares too often, but when he does, they hit him like a train. He just wants to sleep and not be plauged by bad thoughts. He tried to reassure himself that it's all just a dream, all in his head, and most of the time, it works. When it doesn't, however, he thinks about how his mom used to comfort him when he was younger, or just thinking of his mom or his childhood in general, it gives him a safe feeling. He might even find himself calling his mom after just to make sure she's okay.

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Snipers eyes open with a sigh as he stares at the ceiling. He's pissed. He's always tired because of this shit. Nightmares are a common occurrence, not as common as Medic's, but still frequent enough to interfere with his sleep schedule. They're stressed induced, and he can't ever find a way to stop them. He's tried drinking, smoking, he even asked Medic for advice, only to be told that, "If I had a cure, everyone would know about it by now." So he just lays there in hatred for his brain, a brain that cursed him with horrible dreams. Sometimes, though, if you catch him on one of his better days, he'll open up just enough for someone to maybe offer up some advice.

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Spy only lets a few tears out as he drapes a hand over his face to cover his eyes. His nightmares are more like regret filled dreams, he has them quite a bit, the frequency increasing after Scout joined the other mercs. He lets himself feel sad for only a few seconds before a guilt washes over him, making him feel as if he has no right to feel upset. He might light a cigarette cope. Smoking is the least likely thing to help, but hey, it's an excuse to go outside. He'll never address any of the guilt, shame, or fear feels from his nightmares. He just buries it. Never learning to cope and never feeling like he deserves it.

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Soldier is used to it. Nothing really phases him anymore. Not the real world, not the nightmares, nothing. He just goes back to sleep, silently hoping that he doesn't slip back into the nightmares, but he does. He has them at the same frequency as Medic, but is granted no support. He does find comfort once when he finally opens up about them to Medic. Medic and him discussing nightmares between the both of them. He's not one to do this often, though, finding that he doesn't need to cope as long as he pushes down the reoccurring thoughts of his nightmares. He's sure he'll be just fine.

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Pyro is hyperventilating, crying, and just a mess. They don't have nightmares often at all, maybe once a year, their mind always being able to protect them from it somehow, but when the nightmare comes its bad. Enough to probably actually traumatize Pyro on some level. Crying helps them in the moment, being a way for them to let their emotions out quickly, but after that, they need comfort, turning to whatever friends (mostly Medic or Engie) who could help them. Both are more than happy to comfort Pyro in their time of need, helping them forget about the dream until next time.

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Hot take! These fuckers cry, a lot. Men can cry and still be strong and manly, especially traumatized men. I want to give them hugs :,) I hope this makes sense and follows the prompt bc i am so tired rn, but i had to get this out 😭Anyways, I hope you like this Anon! And again, welcome to the fandom. Enjoy your new life >:D

[skzoologist]

Bumping into a fan in public

word count: 1.6k

warnings: none

genre: fluff

a/n: Here you go anon deary, the first of your asks now done at last 😄Hope you like it, since I felt like these two boys didn't get enough content on my blog. And as always, feel free to drop by anytime if an idea is tickling your mind, I'll get to it eventually!

Please let me know if I left a warning or anything out, I will add it in! Reblogs, likes and feedback are greatly appreciated!

!I don't condone anyone stealing my work and posting it anywhere without my permission, or feeding it to AI!

!This is just fiction, my interpretation of Stray Kids. By no means is this how they are and how they behave in real life!

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It was another day of work and practice, something that only seemed hellish from an outsider’s perspective. Idols were more than used to it, the industry and their own pride demanding it endlessly. Bae had no problem with it, only when those he cared for overworked themselves and stepped over a line they shouldn’t have. 

That was why he’d been glad that day, his schedule overlapping with the others frequently, granting him the best opportunity to silently observe and care for them. This meant passing their towels and water bottles over to the members in each small break during dance practice, helping them execute a particularly tricky move, or just silently letting them cling to him when they had the chance. A comeback was breathing down their necks, the stress in the air basically palpable.

The perfect excuse for being lenient with the members and their shenanigans, caring for them silently.

Bae was watching Jeongin through the glass silently, his hands already working on mixing the sweet honey into some warm tea. Seungmin’d been enjoying the taste of his by then, only a few sips remaining in his mug as he was scrolling on his phone with an indifferent face.

The oldest member in the room’d been the first to have his singing practice, leaving Seungmin and Jeongin to have theirs later, providing their hyung ample time to get his hands on some tea and brew it up for the two. It wasn’t hard to do, since he kept some filters stashed away in the room for this exact occasion, being a regular there and all.

A little snort broke him out of his mindless stirring and staring ahead, a lit up phone entering his line of vision. It was a tiktok video, the edited face of his menace of a hyung greeting Bae back. He couldn’t help the quiet, strangled sound that left his throat, somewhere between a giggle and a cough. Nobody blamed him for it though, and certainly not Seungmin, the two quietly cackling at the short compilation.

The quiet giggles continued with every video, the two sitting next to each other, the younger letting all his weight fall onto the older.

It was peaceful, something rare amidst these chaotic days.

The door opened and both boys turned their heads towards the sound, watching their precious maknae exit the room and talk with their teacher. They only exchanged a few sentences, the young one soon joining them on the couch. Bae didn’t hesitate to gently push the still warm mug into his hands, gently smiling when he got a quiet thanks in return.

Bae went up to their teacher next, exchanging some quiet words and making plans for their next practice session. It was both a necessary and the most comfortable solution, since he could just convey the now modified plans to the young ones and let them take a small break at the same time.

Once he was done, he politely said goodbye to all the staff members, earning cheerful smiles and waves in return. He looked at the two on the couch, sat close to each other, probably watching a video from the same phone, not an unusual occurrence. The mugs were now empty and set to the side carefully, so no one would accidentally sit on them or push them onto the floor.

Just as Bae was about to go and get the mugs, fully intending to clean them, one of the staff members -a kind, middle aged lady, always willing to help- grabbed them and winked at him playfully. He froze in his spot, in disbelief, but soon he shook his head gently with a small smile dancing on his lips.

“Ready?” - his voice was quiet, yet the two young ones immediately heard it and looked up at him with a nod.

It didn’t take long for them to reach the bottom floor of the company, having made plans to eat an early dinner together at a nearby restaurant. A pleasant conversation was freely flowing between them, ranging from their just finished singing practice to movies they all enjoyed. Bae mostly watched the two in silence, only nodding and humming from behind the layers of his scarf and mask. 

He always enjoyed watching them animatedly talk about something they liked, a bright light shining in their eyes captivatingly. Even when the topic of the conversation eluded him, as if he was trying to catch water with his bare hands, that fond look never escaped his face.

“Hey, Dal hyung, you wanna come over and watch some marvel movies with me and Felix hyung?” - Jeongin asked and Bae knew he could never say no to those puppy eyes.

Seungmin merely snickered behind his hand -even though his mask muffled the sound already-, amused by the quick nod his hyung gave their maknae. The older playfully glared at the puppy, both knowing that the whole dorm would join in on the movie marathon anyway, if not the whole band, regardless of their own nightly plans and wishes. Nobody could say no to Jeongin, especially when he teamed up with Felix, creating an impossible challenge filled with puppy eyes and pouty lips.

While Jeongin celebrated his victory animatedly, Bae ruffled Seungmin’s hair, earning a whine from the boy. The older’s hand was batted away, but he could tell Seungmin was just pretending to be annoyed by the lightness of his expression, eyes still as bright as ever.

Just when the small restaurant came into view -it was slightly hidden away in a narrow street, its brightly lit sign the only indication of its existence-, a meek little voice stopped them in their tracks. 

Turning around, the three were met with a younger girl, form petite and small as she was anxiously fiddling with her sleeve covered hands. There was a faint dusting of pink on her cheeks, either from the chilly autumn wind, or her nervousness.

Even though he doubted there was a problem or danger, Bae still unconsciously stepped lightly before Seungmin and Jeongin, his voice soft as he prompted the girl to speak up.

“I- I’m sorry to bother you, but I’m a huge fan and, uh, I was wonderingifIcouldaskforapicture?” - her words were rushed together at the end, making it hard to understand them.

The three looked at the overly nervous girl, afraid she would worry herself sick at this rate. With a quick, shared glance, Bae stepped forward just a bit, careful not to startle her with their huge height difference.

“Sure, who did you have in mind?” - he asked as if he was talking to a startled animal, thankful that her shoulders slightly slumped down at that. “Ah, uhm, all three of you? If that wouldn’t burden you too much, of course! You’re my bias, Oppa, while Jeongin and Seungmin oppa are my bias wreckers!” - she replied, the faint colour now prominent on her faint skin.

Bae could only blink down at her with slightly widened eyes, a bit caught off-guard for a single second before he tamed his emotions and leveled his face. If he let his skin flush even a bit and showed how flustered he was, he knew his younger members would not let him live it down for at least a day or two.

Looking away from their excited fan, Jeongin and Seungmin nodded back at Bae, their eyes now crescent shaped. They all loved to meet with their fans, always glad to interact with them and take selfies with or give them an autograph. Usually those who approached them on the streets were kind and respectful, like this fan, making the experience all the more pleasant.

The four huddled together more, the petite STAY in the front, while the idols were behind her, with Bae in the middle. He was the tallest, so he was the one who took her phone and held it up, his height granting him the advantage for the perfect angle. Jeongin poked his dimples, Seungmin showed a V-sign, while Bae put up bunny ears for the puppy at the last second. His side was poked in annoyance, as subtle as Seungmin could be with the fan still in front of them.

Holding back a flinch, Bae lowered the phone and handed it back to the little STAY, watching with delight as her whole face lit up and she lightly jumped in place a few times. Catching herself, she pocketed the phone as if it was the most precious thing in her possession and bowed at them deeply, wishing them a good day and thanking them once again. The boys thanked her for her support, truly honoured to be her favourites, and waved at her leaving form.

“Did you really have to do that, Hyung?” - Seungmin’s annoyed voice could be heard, prompting Bae to step behind Jeongin and away from approaching hands.

Bae merely nodded, an unseen smile widening on his lips. Seungmin huffed, trying to circle around their confused baby bread to get to his hyung, yet to no avail.

‘Wait, what happened? Can you–” - Jeongin’s question was cut in half, the two around him too fast to follow. “Hyung, stop running away!” “Don’t want to.” “Then at least stop running around me and dragging me with you as if I’m your doll!” - Jeongin whined out desperately, having had enough of the two’s shenanigans.

Needless to say, Bae paid for the entire meal and carried the rightfully angry maknae back to their dorms. It was the only way to placate Jeongin, the ache in his muscles stronger than his dislike towards skinship.

[gunilslaugh]

I love your blog so much! Thank you so much for making my days better. Seriously I get so happy whenever I see a notification from your blog!

Can I request Xdinary Heroes' reaction to you giving them your scarf/gloves/beanie and putting it on them because they seem to be cold when you're on a late night walk during winter? And can it be as fluffy as possible? 🥺

Also is it okay to put more than one idea in your inbox? Of course in different asks! ❤️

Yes, it's more than ok to put more than one idea in my inbox. I'm so glad to able make your days better! Here's your request please enjoy!

All members _• ^ •_

Summary: You’re on a late night walk with Xdinary Heroes member and you notice they seem like they’re cold.

WC:1.2k

Warning:grammar

photo not mine credits to owner.

Gunil

Late night walks with Gunil were a regular occurrence in your relationship. There was something so domestic, but also stress relieving about them. It was currently winter, so your walks didn’t last for too long due to the cold temperatures. 

Currently, you were strolling alongside Gunil with your glove clad hands linked together. Telling him about something funny that happened earlier in the day. The two of you broke into laughter about it. That’s when you noticed how red his ears were. Quickly you removed the beanie you were wearing and moved to stand in front of Gunil.

“You should’ve told me you were cold,” you scolded as you placed the beanie onto his head, making sure his ears were warmly covered. Then you kept your hands placed over his ears in an effort to help warm them up.

“You’ll get cold now,” Gunil complained, hands coming up to grab your arms, but he doesn’t push them away, instead he holds them gently. 

“Then let’s head home before that happens,” you tell him, removing your hands. Proceeding to walk back home. Once more your glove clad hands linking you two together.

Jungsu

At the moment you and Jungsu found yourselves walking in the late hours of the night. The chilly winter air was caressing your faces, bringing light pink hues to them. Jungsu had one of your hands in his jacket pocket holding it firmly and occasionally rubbing it with his thumb. The two of you were casually talking about a new restaurant that opened up, making plans to go to it together. An icy breeze blew by and it caused Jungsu to shiver. Noticing this you pulled your hand free from his pocket and used it to unwrap your scarf. 

“What are you doing?” Jungsu asked, watching your actions.

“Here,” you said, leaning up to wrap your scarf around his neck, making sure it was on securely. If his cheeks weren’t already pink from the cold they would definitely be now.

“What about you?” He questioned caringly.

“I’m ok,” you reassured him with a smile.

“Thank you,” he thanked you, retaking your hand in his and placing it back into his pocket. The two of you then continued on your walk with small smiles pulling at your lips.

Gaon/Jiseok

Going on a late night ice cream run in the middle of winter probably wasn’t the most logical thing, but it’s what you and Jiseok were presently doing. A cone of your favorite flavors in your hands while you walk around enjoying the ambience of the night. 

“You know this is nice. You don’t have to worry about the ice cream melting this way,” Jiseok states, causing you to laugh. 

“That’s true,” you chuckled. “I don’t think it helps in terms of beating the cold though,” you added. 

“Maybe not, but it’s still delicious,” Jiseok pointed, taking another bite from his cone. After you finished your ice creams you noticed Jiseok rubbing his hands together. Now you saw the coldness of red they were painted with. You removed your gloves and approached him. 

“Give me your hands,” you instructed him.

“Why?” he questioned you. You held up your gloves as your answer. “Your hands will get cold though,” he pouted, hugging his hands into his chest away from you.

“Then how about this, I’ll wear one, you wear the other one and we can hold hands with our bare ones,” you suggest. Jiseok took a second to think before agreeing. Now you’re each wearing one glove and your other hands cling to each other for warmth.

O.de/Seungmin

There was just something very bonding about taking a late night stroll with Seungmin when the both of you should be sleeping. Knowing that you’ll be tired in the morning, but it’s well worth it since you get to spend time with one another. The coldness of winter had you two walking side by side with your arms hooked together. You were talking to Seungmin about your day when you felt his shift a little closer to you. At first you didn’t think much of it, but then you felt a slight shaking coming from him. You turned to look at him. He was definitely trying to act like he wasn’t cold. You removed your scarf from around your neck. 

“You can just say that you’re cold you know,” you told him as you began to wrap your scarf around his neck. 

“I like spending time like this with you though,” he said. You couldn’t suppress the smile that pulled on your lips.

“Better?” you asked him.

“Much. What if you get cold though?” He answered.

“Then I’ll tell you that I’m cold,” you teased him. He rolled his eyes at you then wrapped his arm around your shoulder keeping you at his side.

Junhan/Hyeongjun

The quieter sounds of the night surrounded you and Hyeongjun as you walked around on the streets. The wintry air felt crisp as it made contact with your skin. You and Hyeongjun were connected by a pair of headphones that played one of your favorite playlists. Hyeongjun pulled out his phone to check something. You spotted the way his hand shivered slightly and was slightly red. You took off the gloves that were currently covering your hands. After Hyeongjun put his phone back in his pocket, you took his hand in yours. You slipped your glove onto his hand gently then repeated to do the same with his other hand. 

“You didn’t have to,” Hyeongjun says bashfully, but you could tell he was touched by your action.

“I wanted to though,” you tell him. Grasping his now gloved hands in yours and rubbing them to generate some heat to help them warm up faster. 

“Thank you,” he tells you.

“You’re welcome. We can’t let your precious guitar playing hands freeze,” you said playfully. 

“Your hands are precious too, so let’s get back before yours freeze,” he tells you, taking your hand in his.

Jooyeon

It was a late winter's night, but you and Jooyeon were feeling a bit restless, so the two of you decided to go for a walk. Both of you were talking about whatever came to mind. Your joined hands slightly swayed back and forth as you walked together. Playfully trying to match your steps together. Moments like these were so simple, yet unforgettable. Being able to bask in each other's presence without any other worries. A time where you could forget about life for a bit. Jooyeon was pointing at some constellation of stars saying they looked like a goose when saw just how pink his nose had gotten. You pulled your beanie from your head and placed it onto Jooyeon’s instead. 

“Why did you do that?” He questioned, acting like you just did something absurd. 

“Because you're clearly cold Jooyeon, don't try to deny it,” you told him. “Maybe we should head home now,” you suggested.

“No, I want to stay out a little longer, it’s nice,” Jooyeon refused. You can’t deny that, spending time like this is quite nice.

“Fine we’ll stay a little longer,” you conceded. 

“Yay!” Jooyeon exclaimed happily. He wrapped one arm around your waist pulling you to his side, cause he didn't want you to get cold.